Chapter One (Non Clop): A Drake's Arrival Inside Changeling Lands
Far beyond Equestria’s usual reaches, and out of reach from the nation’s most remote train-stations, it was unlikely that any ponies who reached the borders of the Changeling Kingdom would’ve been able to return unscathed. While the rule of Queen Chrysalis may have been swept aside to make away for the Kingdom’s new ruler, it was obvious from the environment that Equestria’s outreach towards the reformed Changelings might take some more time. Out in the distance among the barren hillscapes and treacherous-looking canyons, the former Hive of Queen Chrysalis stood out like a menacing reminder of its cruel past. The “castle” itself looked like a crudely-sculpted imitation of a building, which happened to be made of a material more reminiscent to an abandoned wasps’ nest. Even though the skies above were relatively clear and pristine, it seemed that the vegetation hadn’t quite reached the region around the Hive due to how long it remained outside its magic-inhibiting state.
In fact, the line bordering Equestria and the Changeling Kingdom was still evident from the thick line of grass that stopped right at the murky sands lining the Changeling grounds. Spike, whose bare feet remained within the Equestrian side of the line for a brief moment, had to take a breath in preparation before he stepped over it. Fortunately, King Thorax was standing at wait at the Changeling Kingdom’s side, mostly to ensure Spike wouldn’t be ambushed as soon as he entered. When the little drake finally entered the foreign nation on his own, with nothing but a heavy backpack to hold all of his supplies, Thorax kept a warm and welcoming smile as he greeted him.
“Hey there, Spike!” chirped Thorax with an exceptionally pleased tone, almost as if he was slightly surprised that Spike came out all this way without any trouble. But alas, the newly-appointed King wasn’t one to keep his friend waiting; as soon as Spike came up to him with a smile of his own, the two shared a long and hefty hug to make up for lost time. Thorax then motioned towards his back so the little dragon could hop on. “Ummm… Honestly, it might be best if we flew back to the Hive,” he added in a friendly tone, even though it was clear Thorax seemed worried due to his skewed expression. “Ever since my brother returned from duty, he and his ground-troops have been a bit… overzealous with catching anyone they considered to be ‘intruders’...”
Spike recalled the letter that Thorax had sent him a few days prior, and nodded with pursed lips as he accepted his friend’s request. “Ummm… Sure, thanks,” he replied before hopping on top of Thorax’s back, thankful that he had enough experience from Twilight to know how to properly hold on to a winged creature. When Thorax shot up into the air to fly back towards the Hive, Spike tried to look around to get an aerial view of the newly-freed nation. Unfortunately, the sight looked just as dismal from the skies as it did at ground-level. After a brief grimace to himself, Spike tried to turn his attention back to Thorax while catching up. “So! Uhhh… Did you happen to get that care package from Shining Armor and Cadance yet?”
“Actually, I did!” said Thorax with a thankful nod of his head. “I gotta say, those Crystal-Berry seeds were an excellent gift from them! All we have to do is move our gardening setups out of the subterranean caverns, and we’ll be sure to revitalize our lands with some pristine crops before farming season!~”
“That’s great to hear!” Spike was happy for Thorax, but he tried not to wince as he glanced back down at the barren grounds below. From what he could see, the drake was unable to fathom how any of that space could be used for farming. However, Spike couldn’t show any apprehensions to Thorax’s ideas when he knew he had tons of huge plans in the works. As soon as Chrysalis was defeated, Thorax spent countless nights working on the best solutions to fix his nation alongside Spike and Twilight. So because of that, the dragon kept himself hopeful as he decided to say, “Just so you know, I think Shining was planning to just gift you a bottle of wine. But I… kinda convinced him to send something more appropriate for your plans.”
“Wait, really?” Thorax asked while flying, and turned his head back to smile gratefully at Spike. “That’s really thoughtful of you!~” After leaning his head back to give the drake a small nuzzle (as well as cause Spike to giggle with a blush at that gesture), the King turned his sights back to the Hive ahead of them. As they drew in closer, Thorax couldn’t help letting out a brief huff before asking with a smirk, “So, ummm… when you say you convinced Shining Armor to send those seeds… was that the same method of ‘convincing’ you used to get me to befriend you?~”
Spike sighed and rolled his eyes, trying his hardest not to smirk at the Changeling’s knowing statement. Even though he was happy that Thorax wasn’t too frazzled with his work to make a quip like that, Spike wasn’t completely amused by that implication. “Seriously, dude?” asked the dragon as he crossed his pudgy arms while seated on top of Thorax’s back. “You are aware that Shining is basically my brother, right?”
Thorax didn’t seem to deterred by that point, and caught Spike by surprise when he looked back at him to ask, “So?~ You’re telling me you’d do those things with me, but you haven’t even thought about doing them with someone like Shining?”
Spike kept his mouth tightly shut as he looked away from Thorax’s piqued stare momentarily. Even though he knew that the Changeling had a fair point, it wasn’t long before the drake sighed and gave a firmer response. “Well… Okay yeah, Shining definitely is hot by all definitions. I won’t argue with that. But at the same time, I’d rather not think about sucking off a guy who changed my diapers when I was still a hatchling.”
Of all the answers Spike could’ve given to counteract Thorax’s questions, that was definitely one of the most effective. The Changeling instantly cringed before looking away from Spike, and nodding his head in understanding. “Uhhh… Okay, yeah,” he admitted with an uneasy shrug of his head. “Point taken, Spike. I… I’ll be sure to avoid changing into his form in the future.”
“Okay, thanks,” Spike said with a more thankful smile and a nod of his own. He then decided to add with a familiarly sly-looking perk of his brows, “I mean… if we’re able to have some fun after all this, I’d like to see what other forms you can take~”
Even though Thorax gave a knowing chuckle while glancing back at him, he also made sure to say after a quick breath, “Well, let’s not get too antsy now. We still have a lot of work I need your help with.”
Given the reason for Thorax’s letters to him in the first place, Spike didn’t need any further prompting to turn serious in an instant. Despite how much he enjoyed his… companionship with the Changeling after they first met in the Frozen North, Spike knew better than to get too friendly when Thorax was literally overseeing an entire nation on his own. The drake may have not had the same political expertise as Twilight Sparkle, but he wasn’t one to decline such a tall order to assist someone he considered to be a good friend.
After the two landed at the head doors of the Hive, Thorax helped Spike off of his back before he said, “Now just so you know, the Changelings are aware of who you are, and errrr… how you may be known in some Equestrian circles.”
Spike grew a rather cheeky grin upon hearing that detail, but any reply he could’ve made would’ve been interrupted as Thorax added sternly, “BUT! Considering how tricky it was to get Twilight to agree to let you come down here alone, I really can’t have you doing anything to distract us from my plans. So until everything gets strengthened out, you have to keep your focus on the matters at hoof -- and that means no sex until I say otherwise.”
“What!?” Spike griped like a kid who was just told he couldn’t have ice cream after dinner. Even though he knew better than to question Thorax’s rulings as King, he still huffed with an obvious scowl up at him. “Oh, come on!” he said while crossing his arms tightly across his chest. “I can’t even help you out a little?~”
That attempt of coercion may have been fairly weak by Spike’s standards, but it seemed to be enough to make Thorax pause briefly. But despite how tempting that offer may have been (especially after experiencing Spike’s talents multiple times before he became King), the Changeling’s blush quickly went away after a quick shake of his head. “Nnnnghh~ N-NO, Spike! I’m already in enough hot water as it is because of these conflicts! The last thing I need is to be distracted by my friend going off to… t-to prostitute himself!”
Spike grew a deeply offended look as he gawked at Thorax in shock. Before the Changeling could wince and try to apologize, Spike put his claws at the sides of his hips and said, “Dude! I am NOT a prostitute! Prostitutes take payment for their work! I DON’T, which makes me a Slut! There’s a big difference there, Thorax!”
“Yes, I know, I know!” Thorax groaned as he waved his hoof apologetically in Spike’s direction, but kept his sights pointed away from the dragon’s pissed expression. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that, okay? But that doesn’t change the fact that I need you to put your negotiation skills to use right now! Not your… other skills.”
Despite feeling offended by Thorax’s accidental mis-labeling of his craft, Spike was able to sigh in acceptance of the Changeling’s secondary reply. While part of him wanted to argue about the semantics of his “skills,” the dragon decided to just leave it be so Thorax wouldn’t remain so tense. So instead, Spike just breathed out before he said, “Well… alright, I can do that. But if we’re being honest here, I don’t think I can get all the Changelings on better terms through a song again.”
“Hey, it kept Shining Armor from having me killed,” replied Thorax as he shrugged confidently back at the dragon, “so I can’t say it’s that ineffective. Not to mention, it really showed how gutsy you can be to protect your friends.”
Even though he knew Thorax was trying to make him feel better, Spike couldn‘t help wincing a little as he and his friend entered the Hive. After Thorax opened the massive doors to step inside first, Spike’s recollection of what he had to do in the Crystal Empire prompted him to speak up while following the King. “Yeah… Honestly, I really wish I stood up for you sooner.”
“Hey, don’t be going on about that again,” remarked Thorax with a playful scoff, before he turned to look back at him with a sincere smile. “I already forgave you after the first time you apologized. Besides, it’s not like I don’t understand feeling intimidated by an older brother. That’s the whole reason I needed your help for this, after all...”
With that, Thorax sighed himself before looking back ahead of them, and treading deep into the cavernous entrance. Even though there were several ornate lanterns that were hung along the stalagmites above them, Spike had to squint his eyes as he saw just how heavy the darkness around them was. Fortunately, Thorax stayed underneath the lights so Spike could follow him, but looked away from the drake so his uneasy expression could be hidden from sight.
Ughhh… darnit, Pharynx, Thorax thought to himself as he tried to conceal his pained grimace. All I wanted was for you to respect me, for just once…
As the two descended deeper within the twisting labyrinth of grey-rocked tunnels, Spike couldn’t help scurrying in closer beside Thorax for a sense of comfort. Even with the multiple light sources guiding the way, it was difficult for the dragon to find much solace with a place he was kidnapped to just a couple months prior. And as if the darkness wasn’t enough to leave Spike on edge, the ever-present sounds of scurrying hooves and chitters from the countless shadows around them made his teeth chatter worriedly.
But before Thorax could take notice of Spike’s skittish state, both of them were taken by surprise as an orange Changeling rushed out from the darkness ahead of them. “King Thorax! King Thorax!” she shouted in a nasally tone, which caused Spike to yelp and hide behind the bright-green King just in case. Thorax didn’t seem to mind though, and did his best to stand confidently before one of his subjects. Meanwhile, the Changeling just pointed back to the darkness ahead of them and said, “It’s your brother, Thorax! H-He found out the news about the Armoury, and now he has all his soldiers holding it hostage!”
“Gahh!” Thorax smacked his forehead with a hoof as he winced bitterly. “Oh, for crying out loud! The Armoury was supposed to be emptied out days ago! C’mon, Spike!”
Thorax took hold of his friend as the two followed the frantic Changeling. Spike may have not been the best at running due to his short legs, but he was able to keep up with the Changeling King surprisingly well as they traversed deeper within the cavernous tunnels. By the time the three came out of a deceptively small opening, they ended up in a much larger and well-illuminated cave that was nestled deep within the Hive.
Thorax sighed and face-hoofed when he caught sight of the spectacle before them, as there was already a large crowd of Changelings that was keeping him or Spike from seeing the perpetrators. However, the two could hear some angered voices booming from the other side, right at the entrance of a smaller cavern Spike could only guess was the Changelings’ Armoury.
“I SAID STAY BACK!!” roared an unreformed Changeling, who was poised at the front of a makeshift brigade composed of half a dozen similarly citinesque troops. Even though there were considerably many more reformed Changelings surrounding the group, most of them stayed back a respectable distance while their unchanged brethren stood in attack-ready pounces. While a couple of the soldiers hissed vehemently towards the worried crowd, their main fighter held a spear firmly in his hollowed hooves. Some oddly red-tinted scales raised up from the top of the Changeling’s head like he was a lizard flagging itself as a threat, and his purple wings buzzed violently while he stood at the ready. “This cavern is meant to be the Changeling Kingdom’s last line of defense! And if ANYONE dares to steal from it, I’ll have your HEADS ON A PIKE!!”
The Changeling’s threatening tone and volume was more than enough to make several of the reformed citizens reel back in fear. Fortunately, Thorax didn’t seem too intimidated as he made his way through the crowd with Spike in tow. The unreformed Changelings could hear a lot of hushed murmurs before seeing the crowd pull apart, and allowing their King to pass through. As soon as the head Changeling saw him, he sneered nastily and bared his gritted fangs. Spike tried to keep himself behind Thorax in case anything turned physical, but he still tried to peer from behind the King to see who they were up against.
“They’re not ‘stealing’ any of the Armoury’s inventory, General Pharynx,” stated Thorax with a firm and unrelenting tone of voice. His eyes narrowed on Pharynx as he gave him a flat and unamused stare. “I was wanting to move the plants out of our hydroponic setups, and have them transplanted outdoors so we could get some actual vegetation around this castle. And because of that, I figured our weapons cache would be more secure down in space that used to be our botany caverns.”
“Wait, WHAT?!” Pharynx looked downright enraged by that answer, as did his fellow troops who hissed at Thorax like a pack of feral cats. The General threw down his spear before marching right up to the King’s face, and got in close as he shouted, “That Armoury was specifically placed here as a means for all Changelings to be armed as quickly as possible! How do you expect to protect the Changelings who live on higher floors, when all of their weapons are down below-ground?!”
“That’s what the Guard Drones are for!” yelled Thorax back at him while he tried to stand his ground. Unfortunately, it was hard for the King to maintain his composure when Pharynx’s snarling face was making him reel his head back a couple of inches. Nevertheless, Thorax’s angered expression wasn’t too different from his brother’s as he leaned back in, and added blatantly, “Besides, it shouldn’t matter anymore! I know you were unbelievably loyal to Chrysalis, but you need to get it through your head that We. Are. Not. Like. That. Any. MORE!!”
With the way Thorax was glaring at the General with an intensity unseen by any of his subordinates, Spike tried not to smile too giddily in pride. While he knew that Princess Ember taught him a thing or two about showing confidence, actually seeing it in action was beyond gratifying. Even Pharynx froze for a second or two while his brother was staring down at him, and his muzzle tried not to twitch from how far he was taken aback. During that brief bout of silence, Thorax had just enough time to take a calming breath before he added, “Not to mention, we need to start setting a better example for our alliance with Equestria. We’re already at a bit of an uphill struggle as it is, and we don’t need any ponies who come by to assume we’re all a bunch of spear-wielding, trigger-hoofed predators! All that we’re doing is moving our military aspects to other sectors, and placing more emphasis on our other strengths.”
Thorac may have been his superior, but Pharynx still openly scoffed with a disrespectful roll of his eyes. “Oh, that’ll be just great, won’t it?!” he replied with a nastily sarcastic tone, before he glared up at his brother and said venomously, “And when the Storm King’s forces come by to claim us AND Equestria in one fell swoop, we can be sure to thank you for the lack of preparation and foresight!”
Spike had no idea who the ‘Storm King’ was, but the mention of that figure seemed to be enough to make Thorax grimace with a hoof over his face. “Urrrrghhh!! How many times do I have to tell you?!” he shouted angrily back at Pharynx, while his patience grew thinner by the second. “The Storm King is NOT interested in Changeling magic! You’re getting all paranoid about a threat that isn’t even related to our race!”
“But it WILL be!” snarled Pharynx as he prodded Thorax’s chest with a hoof, and leaned in close to his face with a narrowed glare. “Which is whyyyyyy... WE NEED TO KEEP THE WEAPONS HERE!!”
“DON’T YOU DARE YELL IN MY FACE LIKE THAT!!!” roared Thorax with an enraged intensity Spike had never seen before. The drake jolted back from his friend as the argument grew more heated, and the amount of shits either Changeling had to give each other were running on empty. Thorax pressed his forehead up against Pharynx’s as he shouted vehemently, “I’m the KING of this Hive, remember?! It’s my DUTY to give the Changeling Kingdom a better reputation, and your stubbornness is HOT helping!”
“Well, excuse ME for wanting to keep the Changelings SAFE!!!”
“We’re already safe, Pharynx!! All that we were doing is MOVING the weapons!!”
“Those are MY platoon’s equipment, AND YOU HAVE NO SAY IN WHERE THEY GO!!”
“DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR ME SAY I WAS YOUR KING?!?”
“THE MUD UNDER MY HOOVES WOULD MAKE A BETTER KI--”
“ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT!!!” Since everyone else was either cowering in fear or standing in shock while the two brothers fought, it seemed that Spike was the only one willing to intervene. Even though he was rightfully worried about getting personally involved, the dragon rushed up to get between Pharynx and Thorax before anything else could be said. His fed-up glare looked up towards both Changelings while his claws were held out to pry them apart, and his stern tone of voice remained unfaltered. “For crying out loud, LOOK AT THE TWO OF YOU!! You’re both supposed to be adults, remember!? Adults with the highest possible rankings in this Hive?!? If you guys have issues you need to settle, then the LEAST you can do is settle it somewhere private, instead of bickering at one-another out in the open like a couple of children!!!”
Spike ended up needing to stop his rant so he could breathe, which left the entire cavern deathly silent the instant he finished his heated words. While the little dragon remained in place with his claws still out, Thorax and Pharynx stared down at him wide-eyed and frozen in place. The crowd of Changelings around the three didn’t try to get involved, but it wasn’t long before Spike could hear some hushed murmurs and chittering around them. He could hear a few of the Changelings on both sides whispering his name to one-another, but he wasn’t able to catch the context to any of them. The drake didn’t try to change his peeved expression, but he still gave the briefest apologetic glance up towards Thorax with a light shrug. Fortunately for Spike, Thorax saw that look well enough to give a thankful nod back at him.
After the moment passed, Spike sighed before putting his claws back down, and looking back towards Pharynx. “Okay… For the sake of being civil, would you guys please try to talk with each other without screaming? Or at least try to move this discussion away from your subjects?”
Pharynx still had a deeply pissed-looking scowl, but he was able to close his eyes and breathe out slowly in an attempt to settle himself down. Thorax did the same, and mouthed a quick “Thanks” down to Spike. While the dragon smiled back at him with a nod, Pharynx looked between Spike and Thorax with narrowed eyes. His fanged muzzle skewed a little as he stared down at the purple dragon, and he tilted his head before he asked, “So… did Thorax bring you here because of this?”
Spike merely huffed before he looked back at Pharynx and nodded. “Of course!” he stated with a shrug of his shoulders. While his sights were focused on the unreformed Changeling before him, Spike didn’t seem to realize that Pharynx’s soldiers were also staring at him with equal looks of curiosity. Instead, the drake pulled Thorax in close to his side, and shot a friendlier-looking smile up at the General. “I mean, given how well I helped this guy out, it seems only fair I get to help you guys too, right?”
Pharynx’s eyes shot wide-open, as did all of the other unreformed Changelings behind him. A few of the Changelings on Thorax’s end whispered more prominently to one-another, many of which with confused-sounding tones in their voices. By the time Pharynx stared back at his brother with his brows raised, Thorax began to look suspicious. However, the King kept himself from asking anything before Pharynx spoke up first. “Wait, you… So, you… you brought Spike out here for us?”
Pharynx’s face lit up the tiniest bit after that inflected question, and he looked his at his brother with an expression like he was wanting to smile. Thorax was looking more confused than anything else, but he was able to nod his head back at him and reply with a shrug, “W-Well, I… I figured he could act as a moderator between us, so… yeah, I did. And I didn’t even have to cash any favors to make him agree.”
Spike nodded in agreement when Pharynx made one last glance down at him. The General then looked back towards his troops, who were all staring at him with oddly intrigued looks on their faces. Pharynx then turned back to his brother as he grew a faint, but hopeful looking smile as he leaned in to clarify, “And… Spike is here for all of us? Not just you and me?~”
Now it was Thorax’s turn to grow wide-eyed, as he immediately realized what his brother was assuming the drake was here for. Spike looked a little surprised as well, and his sights turned towards the unreformed Changelings who were eying him rather blatantly. His brows raised when he saw a couple of the chitinesque beings grin knowingly towards him, and one of them even winking his bug-like eyes. Spike looked back up to see Pharynx’s equally piqued grin towards Thorax, clearly waiting for confirmation from his brother.
“Whoooooaaaaa…” The King quickly put his hooves up to wave in dismissal, and tried to dispute his brother’s assumption before his of crowd subjects got any bad ideas. “Waaaaiiiiiiit a minute, Pharynx! I didn’t bring Spike out for that, okay? I jus--”
Spike’s claw came up to press a digit against Thorax’s lips, and effectively silenced him as the drake eyed Pharynx with curiosity. “Now, now, now… Let’s see where this goes~”
Thorax instantly glared down at Spike while his muzzle was clenched shut. Unfortunately, the promiscuous dragon kept his focus on the brother as he cleared his throat to speak politely. “Ahem… Now, General… Are you saying that you’d be willing to negotiate if I was present?~”
Pharynx paused briefly enough to stare between Spike and Thorax, and looked away from both of them as he hummed to himself in thought. Thorax wanted to be upset at Spike for what he’s enabling, but he kept himself silent after seeing how well that question shut his brother up. Not to mention, it was hard to try and argue with results when Pharynx gave his response after a light exhale. “Hmmm… Do I have your word that we would… all receive the benefits if we go along with negotiations?~”
Pharynx motioned a hollow hoof out towards his unreformed brethren, who all perked up very quickly upon being mentioned by their superior. A couple of them waved at Spike with hopeful smiles, which caused the dragon to smirk and give a small wave back. Thorax groaned silently while rolling his eyes, clearly unhappy with how this conflict was being resolved. Luckily for the King, he didn’t try to stop the slutty drake from nodding his head confidently.
“Absolutely, General Pharynx~” he said with a wide and unfaltering smile. He then pulled Thorax in closer beside him as he added, “I mean… we all have to work together for the sake of the Changeling Kingdom’s future, right? And if you guys are willing to work together in the same room, then… who knows what might happen?~”
Spike perked his brows a couple times while grinning devilishly, which was more than enough to make Pharynx and his soldiers’ faces light up in approval. Thorax looked like he wanted to smack his friend over the head, but he kept his muzzle tightly shut for the sake of finding a non-violent resolution. But even with his composure in check, the King had to keep himself settled when his brother eyed him with an optimistic smirk. “So… is this really happening, bro?~”
Thorax wasn’t sure which part of that question was more insulting: that his brother was implying he brought Spike as a personal hooker for him and his friends, or that Pharynx actually addressed his literal King as ‘Bro.’ Of course, Thorax was also disappointed that Spike was pretty much egging Pharynx and his drones on. Nevertheless, considering how poorly things were going before the drake intervened, the reformed Changeling wasn’t one to try and screw up such a rare opportunity for peace. So because of that, Thorax reluctantly sighed before he grew a stern expression on his face, and pointed at his brother with authority.
“You know what? If you and your soldiers are willing to comply respectfully, then sure! I can make arrangements for us to meet up in the Throne Quarters.”
Pharynx looked like he wanted to celebrate preemptively, but a sudden intrusion of Thorax’s hoof pressed against his muzzle kept him from saying anything just yet. Instead, the General was taken by surprise as Thorax leaned in with an unrelenting stare, and added, “BUT! If you want this to happen, YOU have to start working with me. Which means, if you want you and your soldiers to have this meeting, then you have to make a compromise about the Armoury. I think that’s more than fair.”
Pharynx’s elated smile was quickly erased to make way for a deep and bitter-looking scowl. None of Pharynx’s soldiers seemed too happy with that measure either, even when Spike was leaning against the King and giving them a sly-looking wink. But alas, the General eventually breathed out to calm himself down once more. Even though his exhale came out as a strained growl, the unreformed Changeling relented while pointing a hoof down at Spike. “Only if I get first dibs.”
Despite his exasperated sigh, Thorax nodded his head alongside Spike. “Okay, fine,” he said while trying not to sound too defeated. Fortunately, Spike seemed downright chipper by their resolution as the King said to his brother, “Just move everything down to the Botany caverns, alright? You can even take inventory so you can know nothing was stolen. As soon as you guys finish, we can move this discussion away from our subjects.”
Luckily for the two Changelings and Spike, it seemed that the majority of the onlooking crowd was composed of adults. Because of that, the situation felt considerably less awkward as the brothers looked around with wary expressions, and tried not to notice any offended stares on them. Fortunately, due to the race’s overall past with controversial topics, most of the Changelings seemed rather indifferent to the arrangement that was made out in the open. In fact, many of them began to disperse from the area with looks of relief to return to their duties, since the two brothers weren’t fighting anymore.
Regardless of that fact, Pharynx still sighed with a meager nod back at Thorax. “... Alright, fine. I’ll… I’ll move the weapons down to a lower level,” he muttered with a strong tone of disdain in his voice. But before he could head off and order his troops to comply, he gave an especially intense stare down at Spike before prodding his hoof against the drake’s chest, and saying in a heavy growl, “You better be ready when I finish~”
Spike may have been in a very unfamiliar region and facing a former enemy, but his cocky smirk was unfazed as he said in response, “Heh~ I’ll be ready to make you finish.”
He then leaned in close to Pharynx’s face, and added with an antsy grin, “Repeatedly~”
Thorax wasn’t sure if Spike was trying to make his brother pissed or horny, but it could’ve been either one with how evilly wide Pharynx smiled back at him. “Hmph~ We’ll see about that.”
Pharynx then stood back up to give Thorax a respectful salute, and turned around to address his soldiers. “Alright, troops! We have limited daylight and a lot of work to do! Let’s get everything moved down to Botany ASAP! Do I make myself clear?!”
“SIR, YES SIR!” shouted all of the unreformed Changelings who were in proper stance before Pharynx faced them. After giving their General a strong salute, the Changelings scurried off into the Armoury to comply with King Thorax’s request.
Meanwhile, the King himself could only stand in slight befuddlement, unsure whether to feel upset or impressed with Spike’s ‘negotiation’ efforts. “... Uhhhhh… What just happened?” he asked rhetorically to himself.
“What happened,” answered Spike as he caught his friend’s attention, and leaned in close while peering up at him with a cheeky grin, “is that I gave you the perfect opportunity to make amends with Pharynx! Plus, you can actually make negotiations now!~”
Thorax knew his friend was right, but he was still bitter about the end-result as he groaned with a flat expression on his face. “Ughhh… Did it have to end up like that?”
“Welllllll… okay, maybe not,” Spike said with a hint of reluctance in his voice. However, he was able to quickly add while smiling sweetly up at the King, “however… you can’t say you didn’t want to have some fun with me while I’m here, right?~”
As soon as he glanced down and saw Spike’s deceptively cute smile, Thorax knew he couldn’t deny such a claim. Even if negotiations didn’t go through like he wanted, the Changeling was sure he would’ve rutted Spike more than a few times regardless of the outcome. So despite his hesitance, Thorax closed his eyes with a remorseful sigh before admitting feebly, “I… Ugh… Okay, yeah. I… I can’t say I wouldn’t have.”
“Great!~” Spike leaned up to give a friendly kiss to Thorax’s cheek, and then pulled back to ask, “So, ummm… since we have that settled, would you mind if I asked a quick question?”
“Uhhh… sure, what is it?” asked Thorax with a confused stare down at him. Meanwhile, Spike tried not to blush too bashfully while looking up at him with a curious grin.
“Wellllll… This might sound weird, but do you guys happen to have a clothing store around here? Or someone who knows how to make clothes?~”
Thorax’s eyes widened a little in realization, but he still felt the need to clarify what might be going through the slutty dragon’s head. “Ummm… Spike? Should I ask why you want to know that?”
Spike merely huffed with a widening grin, and replied with a quick pose, “What do you think, dude? If I’m gonna be the head of your negotiations with General Pharynx, then I need to look good~”
Chapter Two (Clop): The Changelings' Arrival Inside the Drake
Ever since the former Queen Chrysalis was ousted from her Hive, the Throne Room of the “castle” was left unused by most of the Changelings. Even King Thorax didn’t spend much time in the barren space, since all that was in there was Chrysalis’ throne and a large rounded table. If somepony like Rarity was there, the room likely could’ve been revived into a truly regal space with lovely tapestries and tasteful furniture. But with the Changeling Kingdom just beginning to make a new name for themselves, the best Thorax could do was place several folding chairs around the table for now.
Just as he finished setting up the room for his negotiation with Pharynx (or at least, attempt to turn Spike’s debaucherous plans into a negotiation), Thorax heard the doors behind him burst wide-open. The King’s brother strutted into the barren space with a cockily wide grin, and looked around like he was expecting Spike to be presented on a silver platter. “Alright, the Armoury is officially moved down to the Botany caverns!” he shouted loudly enough to make his voice echo against the walls.
Unfortunately, the Changeling’s expression quickly soured the instant he realized that Thorax was the only one there. “What the?! WHERE’S SPIKE?!?” he yelled rather intensely towards his brother, even though it didn’t even make the King flinch.
“He went to find an outfit, I think,” Thorax replied while straightening the last chair he placed down, which happened to be right beside Chrysalis’ old throne. But despite the fact that it was technically his throne now, Thorax couldn’t even look at it as he turned his focus towards Pharynx. “But he will be here, okay? Believe me, I wouldn’t even think about leading you on with something like that.”
Pharynx narrowed his eyes on him with a bitter grimace, but his muzzle was clenched tightly enough to keep him from saying anything off the top of his head. Instead, the General looked around the mostly empty cavern before taking a breath, and walking towards the table himself. “Well… my troops are still finishing up inventory, so we have some time…”
Thorax nodded in understanding, and waited until his brother sat down before taking a seat himself. Since Pharynx took a seat right beside Chrysalis’ old throne, Thorax used that as an excuse to seat himself directly across the table from him. The General’s expression grew more visibly upset, obviously since the King wasn’t taking the throne that was meant for him; fortunately for Thorax’s sake, Pharynx just breathed out sharply while staring right at his brother.
Thorax tried to give a friendly smile, but it came out looking pathetically nervous while his eyes darted around the room. “Uhhh… Heh heh heh… S-So, ummm… Thank you for actually agreeing to do this, Pharynx,” he said sincerely after finally looking back at him. “I mean… I know it’s a lot to ask, but I ju--”
“Can this wait until after Spike comes in here?” Pharynx interrupted with a stern and impatient scowl. That response made Thorax’s expression falter significantly, before he sighed and rolled his eyes away from his brother. Meanwhile, Pharynx leaned back in his chair while he continued to stare Thorax up and down, almost as if he was still getting used to the Changeling’s reformed appearance. Regardless of what he might have been thinking, Pharynx eventually scoffed after a brief bout of silence between them. “Hmph… I still can’t believe that in the five times you’ve been away from the Hive, you managed to fuck Spike before any of us.”
Thorax blinked a couple times in surprise, since he wasn’t wanting their conversation to start off like that. However, the Changeling figured that topic was slightly less awkward than having Pharynx questioning his leadership skills for the upteenth time. So instead of trying to switch topics, the King shrugged his head before replying bluntly, “Well, I think it helps that I actually befriended Spike. You know, instead of brainwashing or kidnapping him?”
Pharynx’s grimace intensified after that jab from his brother, even though he knew Thorax had a fair point. Nevertheless, the General groaned with a roll of his eyes and replied, “Well, excuse me for not wanting to be the Black Sheep of the Hive like you used to be.”
Even with how hurtfully Pharynx tried to make that claim, Thorax just gave him a flat stare and said, “Oh, yeahhhhhh. Because I’m in such a bad position now, aren’t I?”
If he were sitting in his throne, Thorax likely would’ve anticipated a punch in the mouth following that response. But due to his position across the table from Pharynx, the General just seethed venomously with his fangs gritted together. Due to the convenient distance between them, Thorax was able to raise a hoof towards him and add, “I’m just saying! That Spike is a really good friend of mine, and unlike you, I’m able to appreciate him as more than just a… a sexual object!”
Even though Pharynx could’ve pointed out how Spike’s presence now was kinda counteracting his brother’s claim, the Changeling decided to just look away from Thorax instead. He took a few seconds to think his response over before he asked the King, “So… If you don’t mind me asking,” began Pharynx when he finally looked back at Thorax with a raised brow, “... when exactly did your ‘friendship’ with Spike become physical?”
Thorax’s face blushed profusely, and he looked downward in an attempt to hide his flustered expression. Unfortunately, all that did was elicit a brief huff from Pharynx, which made the brother groan to himself in frustration. After a sharp sigh, Thorax pulled his head back up so he could answer respectfully. “Well, I… I honestly didn’t know about his reputation until after he got me in better graces with the Crystal Empire.”
“Wait, seriously?” asked Pharynx with a look of surprise on his face.
“Mmhmm.” Thorax nodded his head while his muzzle was pursed shut, and he exhaled through his nostrils before he added, “I mean, I heard of A dragon who provided those… services around Equestria, but I didn’t think it was him. But then, uhhh… after I had dinner with Shining and Cadance, I ended up walking into a broom closet by mistake, and…”
Thorax paused for only a second before he shrugged, and finished by saying, “Well, I walked in on Spike ‘entertaining’ two of the Crystal Guards. And, uhhhh… after a little awkwardness that came from him explaining everything to me, he… kinda offered me to join in~”
After he blinked a couple times, Pharynx scoffed while eyeing his brother with a look of disbelief. “Pbbbt! Oh, come on!” he jeered with a sly smirk on his fanged muzzle. “You’re seriously telling me that YOU joined in on a three-way?! You once passed out from seeing a page of a porno mag!”
Thorax immediately yelled back at him, “For the last time, I was only TEN when that happened!”
“Yeah, whatever,” Pharynx scoffed again while waving his hoof at Thorax, clearly not caring about that detail in the slightest. However, he did grow a honest-looking smirk while pointing at him and adding, “Honestly, though? If you actually joined in on a friggin’ threesome, I gotta give you some props for that! I know from experience that’s surprisingly hard to do, so kudos~”
Thorax was frozen for a second or two, almost like he was expecting that compliment to be a joke. But as soon as he realized that his brother actually meant that, the King blinked a couple times before giving a grateful smile back at him. “Ummm… Wow, I… I wouldn’t have thought you would say something like that, but… Thank you~”
Despite how large the table may have been, Thorax used his Changeling magic to morph himself into something larger so he could shake Pharynx’s hoof. As soon as the King turned himself into a gargantuan grizzly with a flash of green flames, Pharynx decided to change his own appearance as well. With a flick of his unreformed magic, Pharynx turned into a Bug-Bear before leaning across the table, and bumping his paw against Thorax’s.
Just as that brotherly moment passed, the doors reopened as Pharynx’s soldiers all scurried in with antsy smiles. Pharynx and Thorax quickly morphed back to their original forms, and sat back down to make the meeting appear more “formal.” Of course, as soon as the half-dozen unreformed Changelings got into their seats, the mood quickly soured as they realized who wasn’t present. “Hey, where’s Spike at?!” said one of them as he looked around the room with a scowl.
Before any of the other soldiers could grow impatient, Thorax raised a hoof and said insistently, “Don’t worry, guys! I know for a fact that Spike will be here at any mo--”
Just as Thorax was about to finish his claim, the doors opened one final time to catch everyone’s attention. Thorax and Pharynx both stared in slight surprise as a couple of the King’s assistants came in with nervous blushes. One of them, who was a purple-hued Changeling wearing a burlap smock over his torso, tried to smile at Thorax while motioning to the other three Changelings behind him. “S-So, ummm… we kinda helped Spike with his, errr… Requests? And he… kinda promised we could join in~”
While he and other reformed Changelings all smiled wide in anticipation, Thorax sighed with a hoof over his face. “Ugghhhh… Okay, fine,” he muttered, not wanting to glance around the table and see how much that may have pissed off Pharynx and his soldiers. “Just as long as Spike is coming too.”
“Oh, he’s already here!~”
The purple Changeling smiled pridefully as he stepped aside and pointed at the doorway. The other three did the same, which helped to reveal the premiere drake who was waiting behind them. Spike then stepped into the room as he passed his invited guests, and shot them a thankful wink for their assistance. Due to how he was presented for the Changelings’ meeting, many of the faces from both sides of the negotiation quickly blushed upon seeing how he looked. And due to how quickly he left the room silent, the dragon couldn’t help smiling to himself while the sounds of his heels clacked against the stone floors, and echoed distinctly throughout the cavern.
It seemed that due to the circumstances of this meeting, Spike wanted to arrive dressed in something “business casual.” However, it was hard to spot that much professionalism when the slutty drake’s plump, and full-bodied hips were just barely covered up with a deep red miniskirt. He also made sure to wear a matching red blouse to go along with the business-like attire; of course, Spike couldn’t resist having the front of the blouse opened up rather wide, just to show off the outline of a pink sports bra that was peeking out less than subtly. Beneath that suggestive-looking outfit, Spike’s short legs were bound up tightly in a pair of thick white stockings, which lead the eyes right down towards his ruby-red heels.
As for the dragon’s face, Spike seemed to have borrowed some makeup from a female Changeling to make his look complete. His round and chubby face was accentuated beautifully with a deep shade of blush across both of his cheeks. His lips looked much fuller while a heavy coat of candy-red lipstick was drawn across them, and an additional gloss made them shimmer under the cavern’s artificial light. His piercing emerald eyes were surrounded by a thick application of silver and purple mascara, which helped to better catch the leering stares he was getting from everyone in the room. He was also wearing a couple pairs of thick, luscious-looking eyelashes, which helped him give a sultry half-lidded stare towards King Thorax and General Pharynx.
Thorax wanted to be upset that Spike went to such great lengths for what was supposed to be a negotiation, but he couldn’t deny how scandalously hot the dragon looked while dolled-up in such a titillating way. The King readjusted himself in his seat a little, and his flustered blush shone through just as obviously as the way he tried to cross his legs. Fortunately, it seemed that Pharynx looked just as enticed as his brother did; while Thorax tried to keep himself looking civil, the General just openly stared at Spike with his jaw hung down, and his legs spread open to reveal his twitching sheath.
“Sorry I’m late, guys~” Spike said with a slightly apologetic smile as he walked into the room with a confident strut, and carried a thick stack of papers underneath one of his arms. In his other claw was a large bottle of lubricant, which made many of the Changelings smile even wider at him. “Given that this is technically a matter of national security, I wanted to make sure this started off proper.”
Spike then placed the bottle and his pile of papers on the table beside Pharynx, which caused the General to blink a couple times in befuddlement. He picked up one of the sheets to see what it was, and did a double-take when he realized it was a fully notified contract. Thorax picked up a copy with his magic, and looked pleasantly surprised when he saw how detailed Spike’s negotiation papers actually looked. While Pharynx and his soldiers all skimmed through the contracts with puzzled looks, Spike gave a shrug towards the King and said, “What? I might be a slut, but I’m also a Royal Assistant full-time. This isn’t my first time getting paperwork arranged for Royalty~”
Thorax chuckled with a thankful smile as he nodded back at the drake, and placed his contract down for later use. “Well then!~” he said with a more satisfied tone of voice. “At least we can get some things done today!”
Pharynx looked much less amused by Spike’s actual professionalism, and shot a sharp glare at the drake while holding his copy of the paperwork. “Just to clarify,” he said with a tilt of his head, “this stuff is happening after we fuck you, right?”
While Thorax groaned and face-hoofed, Spike dutifully nodded while keeping a cheeky grin. “Well, duh!~” He then walked up towards the General with a devilish grin, which was more than enough to make Pharynx’s mood lighten up in an instant. “Besides… Negotiations won’t work if you and your friends are all pent-up, right?~”
Pharynx grinned exceptionally wide, and leaned back in his seat while facing the slutty dragon directly. His legs spread out even further apart, which helped to better expose his chitinesque sheath. The pointed tip of the Changeling’s member began to slip out as he grew erect in front of Spike, and his pitch-black shaft was glistening just as much as the drake’s waiting lips. Spike smirked rather antsily as well, which caused several excited chitters to be heard from some of the other Changelings in the room. Thorax could see that several of of Pharynx’s troops were leering in closer, with their thin wings buzzing excitedly to make them sound like an enraged hornet’s nest. The King’s four additional subjects were watching with great interest as well, but none of them seemed to distract Spike’s lustrous stare up at the General.
“Soooo~” Spike leaned in closer towards Pharynx’s crotch, and used his thin reptilian tongue to lick his lips in a teasing display. “Did you want me to put my lips to use first? Or should I just bend myself over instead?~”
With the way Spike asked that question in such a confidently alluring tone, Thorax wasn’t the only Changeling in the room to shiver needily. While Pharynx’s soldiers purred and buzzed in anticipation, a couple of brief “Unfs” could be heard from the reformed Changelings who were watching from the sides. The General’s grin was viciously wide while a couple small trickles of drool could be seen dribbling from his protruding fangs. Even though Spike was already close to the Changeling’s cock, and shivering needily each time his nostrils flared out from that exotic musk, Pharynx leaned down until he was only a few inches from the dragon’s face. “How about you get your slutty ass up on the table first?~”
Spike grinned equally as wide while he nodded his head in understanding. Meanwhile, Thorax tried to speak up over his unrelenting arousal. “W-Wait a minute! We really shouldn’t use the table fo--”
Unfortunately for the King, his preferences were ignored while the dolled-up drake hopped up on top of the round table. He made sure to push aside Pharynx’s copy of the contract, but he kept himself on his claws and knees while kneeled across the rough stone. With the way most of the Changelings chittered even louder in excitement, it seemed as if they were eyeing Spike’s curvaceous form like he was a piece of meat being served as their main course. Of course, Spike’s sights were still set on General Pharynx while he kept his thick rump raised, and gave him a teasing view of what was peeking out from beneath his short skirt.
“Oooohhhh~” Pharynx growled like a beast as he caught sight of the bright pink fabric that was just barely hidden from view, and brought his hooves out to grab both of Spike’s plump cheeks. While the slutty drake let out a sharp squeak from the Changeling’s domineering grip, he felt his skirt get pulled up before he could say anything in response. As soon as his thick, rounded ass was shown more prominently for the Hive’s horny creatures, Spike blushed heavily while his tight, hot-pink thong was revealed. “Did you find this in our Hive, you little tramp? Or did you bring this yourself?~”
Spike bit his lip while shuddering from Pharynx’s antsy tone, and glanced back at him with an eager grin on his face. “Mnnnghhh… I may have brought that myself~” he said with a cheeky shrug of his head. “W-Why do you ask?~”
That was when the General smiled devilishly wide while his hooves took hold of the drake’s waistband, and said through a mischievous chuckle, “Well, I didn’t want to rip apart any of our clothes~”
He then gave Spike no warning before he pulled his hooves back, and yanked up the rear of Spike’s thong. The thin string of fabric rode up deep between the dragon’s cheeks, and caused Spike to shriek out from the intense sting of that wedgie. “NNNNGHHHH!!!~”
Spike’s claws somehow managed to dig down into the table to keep him from being pulled back. Unfortunately, that involuntary action also caused the drake to be trapped in place while Pharynx’s wedgie turned more intense. Thorax, as well as his waiting subjects, all winced and covered their mouths as they heard Spike’s strained and high-pitched yelps with each merciless yank. But for Pharynx and his soldiers, it seemed as if they absolutely loved making the slut squirm in such an unexpected and pain-inducing way. By the time the General managed to pull back Spike’s thong by a full foot in length, tears were starting to bead at the corners of the dragon’s eyes while they were clenched tightly shut. “GAAAAHHH!!”
“Ohhhh, don’t give me that!~” growled Pharynx lustfully while he kept the tension on that thong string tight, and saw how much Spike’s cheeks were clenching around that strained fabric. Of course, the sight of the drake’s erect cock tenting just beneath that ever-tightening garment was enough to keep Pharynx from feeling guilty. However, before the drake could start crying for real from the burning pain coursing up his crack, the Changeling loosened his grip the tiniest bit so Spike could breathe in his trembling stance. Pharynx then leaned in with a menacing grin, and hissed into Spike’s ear, “You want me to stop, Spikey-Wikey? Because I have a feeling you don’t want me to~”
Spike’s face carried a deeply grimaced expression, with his pained blush shining brighter than his makeup was. Thorax looked genuinely concerned, most likely because he had been in that exact same position countless times while growing up with his brother. However, despite how hard the dragon’s limbs were quivering, his little cock was still seen throbbing within the tight constraints of his thong. Even though he knew he should’ve said otherwise, his mouth opened up on its own as he moaned in a deeply strained tone, “D… Don… Don’t just leave me hanging! RIP IT OFF!!~”
Pharynx shivered with a very pleased grin on his face, and snickered evilly alongside his equally perverted troops. Thorax looked absolutely shocked, but his erection remained unfaltered the instant Pharynx gave the drake another hard pull of that string. Spike tensed up greatly while he shrieked and clung for dear life, and took that wedgie like an absolute champ. Even though the entire display was beyond weird for many of the Changelings watching, it seemed that Pharynx was absolutely loving the dominance he was giving to the promiscuous dragon.
“GGAAAAHHHH!! MMMMmmmphhhhh!!!~”
Just before he could actually rip the thong off of him, Pharynx got the string tensed to its absolute limit before pausing for a split-second. Spike shrieked even louder while riding the absolute threshold of burning pain, but he was still able to overhear the Changeling’s amused cackling. “Oh, come on! Say something!~”
“Gnnnnnnghhhh!!~ W… W-W-WEDGIEEEEE!!!” Spike wasn’t sure why that was the first thing to come out of his mouth, but it seemed to be enough to make Pharynx absolutely shiver in satisfaction. He then used his brute strength to pull on that thong as hard as he could, and make it tear away from Spike’s ass with a sharp rip. The slutty drake screamed out from the intensity before he slumped down on the table, and moaned out deeply the moment he felt that tension disappear from his aching rump.
With the ruined thong now hanging limply from Pharynx’s hooves, the Changeling glanced down at the torn fabric for a second before tossing it aside. Part of him contemplated shoving it into Spike’s mouth to gag him, but he knew better than to plug up a hole while it was still useful. Not to mention , the General would’ve been lying if he tried to deny how cute Spike’s sultry moans sounded unmuffled. So instead of trying to restrain the promiscuous dragon, Pharynx just purred with a randy smile upon seeing Spike laid forward on his stomach, and groaning while his sore and bare ass was raised invitingly.
“Heh~” Pharynx shot a cheeky grin over towards his brother and asked, “Hey, Thorax! Look familiar?~”
Thorax huffed and crossed his forelegs tightly, but could only grimace to himself while hearing Pharynx’s soldiers snickering. The King’s waiting subjects didn’t say anything in response to the General’s quip, but a couple of them had to cover their muzzles to keep from giggling as well. Meanwhile, Spike had to grit his teeth while straining hard from that brutal wedgie, and had to rub his butt with a claw to help soothe the stinging. Fortunately, Pharynx was quick to turn his attention back towards Spike as soon as he heard the drake’s feeble groans. “Ho, boy… Don’t tell me you’re already out for the count~”
Spike may have still been reeling from that unexpected flossing, but he wasn’t one to throw in the towel that easily. After he let out a deep and shivered breath to settle himself down, Spike looked back at Pharynx with an unfaltering smirk. He then got himself back on his claws and knees, and gave his pudgy cheeks a teasing wiggle to further emphasize his readiness. “Heh~ You gotta do better than that to put me down, General~”
Pharynx grinned wide while lighting up his horn, and using his magic to uncap the bottle of lube Spike brought in. “That’s what I wanted to hear~” he jeered cockily, before he hopped up on the table to get behind the presented drake. Thorax looked like he wanted to speak up, but he couldn’t necessarily do much when his brother was already pouring a generous amount of lube down the middle of Spike’s waiting (and slightly reddened) asscrack. While the slutty dragon shivered with his lip bitten, most likely from the cold lubricant soothing his sore scales, Pharynx glanced back at the King with a surprisingly warm smile on his face. “So, whad’ya say, bro? You wanna make this ‘negotiation’ more theme-appropriate?~”
Spike perked right up when he heard Pharynx ask that question, and he turned his head to beam excitedly at Thorax as well. “Yeah, come on, dude!~” he piped with a chipper, and almost innocent-sounding tone. “I’d love to take two brothers at the same time!~”
Despite how shocked Thorax looked at such an idea, Spike’s response made many of the other Changelings groan and chitter enviously. The King pursed his muzzle as he tried to look around the room, but he saw nothing but blushed smiles and anxious jitters from his loyal subjects who were standing in wait. He couldn’t even open his mouth to clarify what they may have been thinking, and sighed upon realizing that they were waiting for him to comply. The idea of spit-roasting Spike in front of his own brother sounded unbelievably weird (even by Changeling standards), but he was able to catch the obvious symbolism of such an action given their setting. Not to mention, the taboo didn’t seem to reach his lust-clouded mind enough to settle down his throbbing erection.
So after a moment of thought, which was then followed by a sharp sigh in defeat, King Thorax let his body take over as he crawled up on top of the table as well. “Oh… fine!” he blurted through his deepening blush, much to Spike’s enthusiastic approval. “But I’m only doing this because I need it!”
“Yeah, keep saying that to yourself~” purred Pharynx as he smirked slyly at his brother and chuckled under his breath.
Thorax grunted like he wanted to say something back at him, but he was able to keep his composure while getting in front of Spike’s face. Even though he was shuddering in pleasure from Pharynx rubbing that lube across his tailhole with the aid of his Changeling magic, Spike’s smile up at Thorax was unmistakably genuine. “Th-Thanks, Thorax!~” he said with a shrug of his head, just before his eyes peered downward towards the King’s crotch. When Thorax sat down in front of the drake’s face, his erect cock could be seen peeking out from beneath his lime-green chitin. The Changeling’s cock had the same pointed tip that his brother had, but the entire length had a bright yellow color similar to the chitin around the top half of his body. The cock itself was also remarkably smooth while it was standing readily, and caused Spike to grin upon seeing it once again. “Ohhhh, man… It’s been way too long since I saw that thing last time~”
In reality, it had to have been less than two months since Thorax and Spike last had sex; however, Thorax couldn’t necessarily blame his nympho friend for being so enamored by his first Changeling cock. So after a brief giggle and a bashful smile, Thorax felt himself leaning his hips in to bring his cock closer to the slutty dragon’s lips. “W-Well, ummm… It’s not like I haven’t missed you too, cutie~”
Spike smiled kindly up at his friend, and giggled from that cheesy compliment that made both of them blush. Meanwhile, Pharynx rolled his eyes after he finished prepping the dragon from behind, and used his magic to re-cap the bottle of lube. “Okay, can we start now?!” he blurted while eying both of them impatiently. “You are aware we have a lot of waiting Changelings in here, right?”
After a pert exhale, Spike looked back at Pharynx with an insistent stare and replied, “General, I promise you I’ll service everyone before the day is through. I’m not one to leave a group hanging~”
To prove his point, Spike then turned back towards Thorax’s throbbing cock to start his work. Without any further prompting, the drake closed his eyes as he leaned in with his mouth wide-open, and sunk Thorax’s cockhead between his ruby-red lips. A sultry moan escaped his mouth as he savored the familiar taste of Thorax’s musk, and his blush deepened while he took in more of the King’s length. His body tingled in excitement as he heard the countless enamored groans and fluttering wings from all around, and absolutely loved the thrill of being seen in such a titillating light by so many Changelings. But as soon as he used his reptilian tongue to wrap around Thorax’s shaft for a more thorough stimulation, Spike’s heart fluttered in bliss from hearing his friend’s long-missed moans from above. Thorax leaned his head back the instant he felt that tantalizing tongue working its magic, and his body writhed in pleasure as he moaned before the crowd of his onlooking subjects. “Aaaahhh!!~ Oooohhhhhhhhhmigosh…”
Spike’s lips soon began to slide up and down Thorax’s thick shaft, leaving a couple faint lines of red lipstick as they began to smear a little. Of course, Spike didn’t seem to mind that minimal smudging as he sucked on the King’s cock without apprehension. In fact, the dragon’s claws came out to get a grip on Thorax’s hips, and held him in place while he continued to fellate him diligently. All the while, Spike’s lubed and waiting rear bobbed side-to-side to keep Pharynx’s attention, while his tail was flagged up high to expose his now glistening hole.
Despite how distinct his brother’s lingering moans may have sounded, Pharynx was still rock-hard as he growled with a leering grin at Spike’s waiting stance. As soon as he pounced on top of the dragon without any warning, the General could hear his antsy soldiers chittering in applause. Of course, Pharynx was more focused on Spike as he prodded his cockhead hard against the drake’s hole, and caused the slut to let out a muffled moan around Thorax’s cock. He grabbed Spike’s plump hips at both sides, and leaned in far enough to wind up less than a foot from Thorax’s face. “Mnnnghhh… L-Let’s see if I make him squeal better than you~” he jeered with a shit-eating grin up at his King.
Thorax wanted to scoff or say something in response, but the only thing that could escape his muzzle was another feeble moan as he felt Spike’s lips sliding further down his shaft. However the drake’s composure buckled in the slightest when Pharynx took advantage of that open hole, and pushed his cock in quickly enough to make Spike’s eyes shoot wide-open. The little dragon’s body quivered from that intense stretching as the Changeling’s cockhead shoved itself in, and rubbed hard against the scales which were still sore from that wedgie. Fortunately for Thorax, Spike was able to keep his mouth open as he groaned around that thick shaft throbbing between his lips.
“NNNNNPHHH!!~” With one final push, Pharynx got his length inside of Spike’s tight hole without much complaint from the drake. Spike may have been trying not to wince as he continued to suck Thorax’s cock, but a few of the Changelings from both sides could see the tears beading at the corners of his eyes again. Fortunately, Spike maintained his composure enough to keep from making any black-lined mascara tears while between the two powerful Changelings. Instead, the business-clad dragon only needed a few breaths through his nostrils before he could comfortably succumb into his natural element.
“Mmmmphhh… Nnnnn… Nnnnnnnnnnffffff…~” Spike’s eyes rolled back in pleasure right before he closed them shut, and he was able to better focus on the first two Changelings he promised to serve. While Thorax leaned back in his seated position and continued to moan direly, Pharynx was grunting to himself as he began to thrust in and out of the drake. A couple withheld groans and smacking noises could be heard from the Changelings who were watching the three on the table, but nobody seemed too curious to see who was enjoying themselves at that moment. Although, given how pent-up most of them were getting from seeing Spike being spitroasted by their superiors, it was doubtful that any of them could blame one-another for stroking themselves to the lewdness unfolding.
“Aaahhh!!~” Pharynx let out a brief moan as he thrusted deeper inside of Spike, and blushed from the immense tightness of that scaled hole wrapped around his shaft. He had to breathe a little heavier with each hard thrust he made into the dragon, which ended up hitting Thorax’s chest each time due to how close he was. Of course, the King didn’t seem to notice while he enjoyed the drake’s slutty mouth, as well as the additional motions of Spike’s head bobbing up and down his length. With how hard the General was ramming into the slut from behind, Spike didn’t even need to move as he was rocked hard between both of their cocks like their personal toy.
Nevertheless, as the antsy groans and fluttering wings grew more notable around the table, it wasn’t long before Thorax began to thrust his hips involuntarily. He squirmed with a shaky moan as he felt himself slipping further into Spike’s mouth, which helped to further cloud his mind and tolerate his brother’s close presence. As for Pharynx, the General’s heated moans were growing more consistent as he hugged the drake tightly against his chest, and continued to pound that hole with a level of primal need that only an unreformed Changeling could give.
Spike’s limbs were tensed and writhing as he endured both of the Changelings’ varying cocks and styles, and felt his own member throbbing hard against the underside of his skirt. He may have experienced Thorax several times before, but he could sense an odd familiarity with the way Pharynx was plowing him with such a brute force from behind. Even though Pharynx wasn’t the only guy to have held him that close during sex, it seemed peculiar that he was doing something so similar to his brother. He wasn’t sure if he was only thinking that because he knew of their relation, but the dragon had a feeling that the two may have been closer than either of them would care to admit.
By the time Thorax was becoming more comfortable with thrusting in and out of Spike’s mouth, he had to grab hold of something for proper leverage. So because of that, the Changeling ended up holding his brother’s sides with both hooves as both of them skewered the drake between their writhing hips. “Aaaaahhh!!~” Thorax gasped as he felt Spike’s lips tightening around his shaft, clearly getting a better angle to suck his shaft properly. Meanwhile, Pharynx couldn’t do anything to counteract Thorax’s close proximity while he heard him moan out, “Mnnnghhh!!~ A… A-Are you getting close?”
Despite how heavily Pharynx was panting while he clutched the slut beneath him and pounded that hole relentlessly, he tried to look up at his brother with a cocky grin and a half-lidded gaze. “Heh~ D… D-Don’t tell me you’re already gonna shoot~” he said teasingly, even though his heavy blush indicated he was growing closer to fruition as well.
“He better!” shouted one of the General’s drones from behind Thorax. “I’m blue-ballin’ over here!~”
“Yeah, finish in the whore already!” yelled another soldier. “I wanna bukkake the bitch!”
“Me too!”
As the impatient arousal grew more prominent within the room (and sounded like absolute heaven to Spike’s ears), the two brothers were growing more enticed with each shared motion they made with their hips into the slut between them. Thorax was gripping Pharynx tighter with each throb his cock made inside of Spike’s mouth, and each flick of the drake’s hungry tongue as it slathered around the King’s shaft. Pharynx was getting closer as well, and was breathing hard against his brother’s chest while his balls repeatedly smacked the dragon’s glistening scales. The action was growing overwhelmingly hot for everyone in the room, but it was clear that the King and his General were experiencing the very apex of the moment within each other’s embrace.
“Mmmmffff!!~ Ph-Phanynx!!” he shouted in a more dire whimper, his voice becoming more strained the closer he came to unloading down Spike’s waiting throat. “Are… A-Are you--”
“Y-Y-YES, I’m getting close!” blurted Pharynx while his head pressed in tightly against his brother’s chest, and his hips kept smacking loudly against Spike’s voluptuous form. “You don’t need to keep asking!”
Pharynx immediately moaned out after that heated statement, which helped to further rile up everyone else who was watching them reach their peaks. Some of the Changelings’ wings were buzzing fast enough to let out a high-pitched whine within the room, although it was hard to single out among everyone else’s pent-up moans and slaps. But throughout the growing symphony of pleasure that was building up around them, Thorax seemed to be more focused on his brother as the moment came within reach. As soon as he let out a randy moan of his own, the King pulled his brother in even closer as the two rutted their slut mercilessly. “Aaaahhhh!!~ F… F-Finish with me!” he cried out while his muzzle was rubbing against Pharynx’s outstretched neck. “P-Please!!~”
“I… I don’t think I have a choice!” groaned Pharynx in a more withheld tone, even though it did very little to conceal how enamored he looked in that moment. His cheeks were carrying a glowing crimson that matched the scales on his head, and his expression looked fairly softened by the time his hooves let go of Spike’s body. While his hips kept thrusting into the drake to rock Spike back and forth between their cocks, Pharynx took a few of his soldiers by surprise when his hooves came up and wrapped around his brother’s back. “Aaaaahhhh!! H-Here… Hereitcomes!!!~”
With both of the brothers’ eyes clenched tightly shut, the two drove themselves to the point of no return while clutched in each other’s embrace. Their hips began to rapidly pump in tandem with one another, skewering Spike from both ends and squeezing him between their bodies like an accordion. Spike’s eyes were rolled back as far as they could while he savored each animalistic motion from both Changelings’ bodies, and was spurting enough precum to drench the front of his skirt and leave a small puddle between his knees. Even though he knew there were many, many more cocks to come after the King and General had their fills, Spike wasn’t sure if any of the others could match the levels of tantalizing pleasure he was experiencing underneath the leaders.
Spike could hear both of their moans growing louder from above him, even though it was hard to focus when each slide of their shafts between his cheeks and lips made his nerves tingle relentlessly. Nevertheless, just as the drake felt like he was about to shoot his load as well, his brows raised when he heard several shocked gasps from all around him. Of course, even if he wasn’t able to see what was occurring above his body, Spike could hear the distinct sounds of two brothers humming between their wet, smacking lips.
Thorax wasn’t sure what prompted him to lunge his muzzle in and press it against his own brother’s, but his overwhelming lust drove his body to do just that while his cock throbbed hard inside of Spike’s mouth. Fortunately, it was obvious that the General was too far gone himself to retaliate poorly to such an impulsive action. Instead, Pharynx continued to pound into Spike’s ass while he held the King just as tightly, and returned the gesture while his eyes were closed shut. The two may have shocked a good portion of the soldiers and staff who were watching the action reach its conclusion, but none of the Changelings dared to step in or stop the incestuous lewdness that overshadowed their climaxes.
Just as Thorax felt himself about to unload down the drake’s throat, his hooves clenched around the back of his brother’s neck as he shoved his tongue deep into Pharynx’s muzzle. The General moaned deeply as he did the same, and slid his reptilian tongue around Thorax’s to make the kiss much more taboo. Several lines of drool came down from between their interlocked muzzles, and landed across the back of Spike’s blouse rather messily. Although, given what fluids were just about to shoot inside of the slutty dragon, it was doubtful he would’ve minded a little spit between two kissing brothers.
Instead, Spike’s toes clenched in tightly the instant he felt Thorax’s shaft throb immensely inside of his mouth, followed by the thick volley of Changeling cum that shot directly to the back of his throat. His body convulsed involuntarily from the sheer volume of jizz that spurted out of the King, even though the drake’s gag reflex was long gone. However, the sweet and musky flavor of Thorax’s load flooded Spike’s senses as he tried to swallow what he could, while also bringing a claw down to tug at his own member to help sate his budding arousal.
Thorax pulled his lips away from his brother’s with a wet pop, and moaned out while more throbs of his cock made his hips buckle against Spike’s head. The King also tried to use that moment to breathe after locking lips with Pharynx for what felt like a couple minutes. Unfortunately, the General was close enough to his own orgasm to pull his brother back in, and kiss him on the muzzle with a much stronger passion than either of them would’ve expected. While he delivered his last couple of muscle-bulging thrusts into the squirming drake, his hooves locked Thorax’s surprised and wide-eyed face in place while he kissed him much deeper than before.
Due to the newfound incestuous pleasures coursing through the Changeling’s body, Pharynx felt like his mind was drifting away from his body the instant his nerves frayed intensely in that moment. With how hard his cock throbbed when he finally came inside of the drake, Pharynx almost felt like he was floating from the euphoric high he experienced from his orgasm. His eyes were tightly shut as he moaned from each heavy spurt he shot into the writhing dragon, which kept him from realizing just what was happening during his release. But for Spike, Thorax, and every other Changeling watching the three in that room, not a single eye was able to blink as they watched their General reach a very unexpected ascension.
Pharynx’s climax may have felt Earth-shattering to say the least, especially when each spurt of his milky white cum flooded inside of Spike with enough volume to make his stomach already bulge out the tiniest bit. But even while he was underneath the Changeling with his mouth stuffed with Thorax’s cock, Spike could see Pharynx’s hooves lifting off the floor with an unfamiliar white glow enveloping the General’s body. Thorax had to pull away from the two as his cock slipped from the drake’s mouth with a wet pop; however, Spike was still latched onto Pharynx’s member as he was lifted off the ground as well, and left hovering while enduring those last couple heavy throbs. The dragon moaned out deeply as he squirmed and spasmed from Pharynx’s final thrusts, but he was luckily left untouched when several ropes of a magical thread emitted from the Changeling's glowing magic.
The transformation lasted for only a couple of seconds, as Pharynx didn’t realize he was being wrapped in a tight cocoon of pink thread that enveloped most of his body. As Spike was left dangling off the ground and hanging by Pharynx’s cock, his eyes clenched shut as he finally came himself; despite how uncertain he may have looked during Pharynx’s ascension, the little dragon couldn’t hold back his strained moans as he shot out multiple strings of cum that rained down on top of the table. Meanwhile, the cocoon only covered Pharynx for a split-second before a fiery blast of light erupted from the casing, and shattered the strings so the Changeling could float back down.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh… MmmmmMMMMMnnnnghhhh!!~” Pharynx shuddered with a weak, but deeply enamored grin on his face. Of course, even after he settled down from his climax and pulled himself out, the General didn’t seem to realize how silent the room was until he opened his eyes. He first noticed Thorax’s gawked expression, who looked like he was about to have a stroke with how low his jaw was hanging. The General wanted to ask what was up with his brother, but his sights soon glanced around the rest of the room when he noticed everyone had that exact same look.
Well, everyone except for Spike, who was left laying on the table with a heavy twitch and a thousand-yard stare. “Ho… H-Holy…” Spike had to blink a couple times before he could try and speak coherently, but all that could come out of his mouth was a stunned-sounding, “I… I felt every second of that…”
Pharynx still felt rather weak after that exhausting finale, but he lifted a hoof in confusion as he asked down at Spike, “You felt every second of wha--AAAAAHHHH!!!”
General Pharynx shot back and fell on his fanks the instant he looked down at his hoof, which was no longer riddled with holes like before. Instead, it was a fully-formed hoof with a distinct olive-green color, which left Pharynx looking absolutely stunned in place. Thorax covered his mouth with both hooves, and just stared at his brother with his eyes wide-open. Fortunately, one of the King’s staff morphed himself into a mirror before he floated himself in front of Pharynx. “Ummm… I think you accidentally reformed yourself,” the Changeling muttered worriedly.
Pharynx sat in absolute shock for over a minute as he stared at his new form through the reflection in the mirror. Much like his brother, Pharynx now had a slightly larger build while his chitin carried a full-body olive green hue, and his antler-like horns were a deep shade of red. The reformed Changeling’s wings were red as well, while his back had a bright shade of purple like Thorax’s did. The King wasn’t sure what he could say towards his brother, and could only keep himself silent while Pharynx’s left eye twitched incessantly.
By the time Spike was able to bring himself back on his feet, he looked equally as shocked while his makeup and outfit were promptly messed-up. Nobody was sure how long that bout of silence lasted, but it felt like several minutes passed while Pharynx gawked at what that moment of incest did to him. Thorax wasn’t sure whether to feel worried for his own safety, or elated that his brother displayed such a selfless act of love to bring them on equal ground. Fortunately though, the King wasn’t the first to speak up as one of Pharynx’s soldiers shouted out, “Holy shit, General! Was Spike’s ass THAT good!?!”
Even with the unbelievably strong gare that Pharynx made back towards his drones, it seemed to do very little to contain their wide-eyed stares on Spike. The little drake wasn’t sure whether to feel flattered or worried, and could only gulp nervously while standing in his ruffled getup. Of course, even if he felt like the equivalent of some unlucky victim before a horde of zombies in a horror film, the scaled slut could already feel his member re-tenting his cum-drenched skirt.
“I CALL DIBS!!” shouted one of the unreformed Changelings, before the swarm pounced on top of Spike all at once. Thorax and his staff gasped as they saw the spectacle unfold in less than a second, but none of them could try to stop the madness before hearing Spike’s distinct giggles from underneath the pile. Even though none of the Changelings could see Spike beneath the multiple bodies who were alreadybuzzing and thrusting against him, they could hear him yell out excitedly, “Ooooh!!~ Hehehehe!! O-Okay, okay!! One at a time! One at a--MMPHH!!~”
Much like a swarm of bees trying to impregnate their Queen, the pile of horny Changelings buzzed endlessly while they tried to get their chance with the antsy drake. Meanwhile, Thorax needed a moment before he looked away from the uncomfortable sight, and saw the intense glare his brother had on him. All of Thorax’s staff members already scurried as far away from the two as they could, clearly thinking more about their personal safety than when they’ll get their turns with Spike.
Pharynx didn’t say anything, but his brother could tell from his furious grimace that he was thinking of every horrifying act to thrust upon him without remorse. But while the newly-reformed Changeling gritted his flat teeth and narrowed his eyes on the King, Thorax could only giggle to himself nervously as he picked up one of the negotiation contracts.
“Uhhhhh… heh heh heh… D-Do… Do you wanna wait a little bit until we resume this meeting?”
The End
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