Spike and 'Shy: Super Sexy Spies!

~ III ~

Bust! Both in Mission and Mare

I'd never seen such a place in my life before. No mission----either as agent or assistant---had brought me to a situation like this, or with a mare quite like her.

"Nice dress," I said to the yellow mare walking next to me, whose muzzle hung a few inches above me. "Did you steal it?"

"Rarity made it." Fluttershy gave a soft stride to her every step, causing the sway of her shapely hips to be more pronounced. "One of the assets of my civilian life."

I turned my head away. "Is that all of our friends are to you? Assets?"

"The function of friends has always been assets. You should know that the best." When I turned my head back, Fluttershy was already waving a hoof at the nearby table of poker. The stallions there gazed at her. "Not that I mean to tease you any more than I have. Friends fulfill each others self-interest for friendship. The moment the interest dies in one, the friendship dies together."

I chuckled wryly. "You should take that philosophy to Twilight. That'd be a fun debate to watch from afar."

But I tried to focus on the mission itself. The interior of the casino was grand, spacious and majestic. It went wide at either side, tables and booths and bars, furnished in mahogany wood and marble floors.

We walked across the red carpet. Ahead, a water fountain billowed water to the shine of the spotlights set underneath it. The soothing sound of light jazz played above the chatter of the place.

"You know, for the last mission, this isn't such a bad deal." I glanced down at my grey-suit, admiring how my pink tie went along with it. "The mission before this? Clearing out a cave of griffons that nearly cut into Tartaturs itself. And before that? The top of a frozen mountain! For what? To ensure some stone tab containing a spell to revive an ancient dragon was shattered."

Fluttershy actually glanced at me this time. "How'd you break it?"

"By accident." I shrugged. "Went to grab it. Knocked it off the altar instead. Broke either way."

"I know of that report." Fluttershy tilted her head to the left, her left eye covered by the long curl of her mane. "The region of Authrusas, the Dragons of the Decades. Somehow, you convinced the wisest and oldest of all creatures to allow you to enter their sacred ground."

I scratched the side of my head. "You're making it sound impressive."

"It is----top agent or not." Fluttershy blinked. "Could it be you have genuine confidence in yourself after all?"

I shook my head. "Nah. I'm just fortunate. That, and good at talking."

There was something about the way Fluttershy's gaze was set on me that made my heart confused. She was an agent with split personalities; anypony able to genuine fake interest are to be feared.

"So how did you do it then, short stuff?"

My tie felt tight around my throat, so I fiddled with it while I talked. "Read up on their lore, then realized one of Shining's board games had copied it verbatim."

Fluttershy squinted her eyes. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You'll see in a second here." Taking a glance over my shoulder, two ponies in suits, each wearing black shades were focused on the two of us. With a gulp, I took a step closer to Fluttershy. "There's a sword in their lore. Dragvanhun. It's a blade, magically infused, to kill any dragon."

I then brushed my side into her barrel, and at once, Fluttershy shuddered then nodded. One of her forelegs raised and wrapped across my neck, pressing my face close to her chest.

I could feel the field of fur beneath the fabric of the dress, and the softness beneath the layer of her coat. Don't lose yourself to Fluttershy. She already played you once. Instead, play a character now to fool those behind you.

"But at the same time, only a dragon can wield the sword. Hence, the wielder is also known as both the Great Betrayer and the Great Saviour."

Fluttershy eyes glanced back to the stallions onto us. She grinned at them, a feral kind, like a glint her gaze sparked from being hunted.

Though I doubted it would stay that way for long. Fluttershy guided me to the curving staircase to the left of the fountain, which led to the second floor. "Interesting idea. But how is any of this useful?"

"It doesn't sound useful yet, but it will be." I let my head sink slightly into her suit, fur, and coat. The feeling of her body rubbing against my own was far nicer than I was willing to admit. "I don't include details unless they're necessary."

Behind us, the hooves sounded below the steps. Two stallions produce eight steps. There were at least sixteen now by the sounds of the building pitch. Something was off. How did we give ourselves away that easily?

My eyes gazed up at Fluttershy, who stared up the steps. She still grinned, but only I was the one close enough to see it.

She... couldn't have tipped them off, could she? Why would she even do that in the first place? Traitor? No, not her, and not even for the wealthiest organization in the world.

But why, then?

"As it turned out, Shining had a prop of the sword."

"He did?"

"Total geek back in the day. Even when Cadance and he got it going on together in the Crystal Empire, he still hid it in the storage room." I chuckled, and panted, my feet racing up the steps quickly. "Still doesn't know I swiped it."

"And where does all this lead, Spike?" Fluttershy said as we neared the end of the staircase.

"I ended up having Starlight casting a spell on the prop to make it look like the real deal. Wouldn't cut a thing, but look like it could." I laughed at the absurdity of the incoming memory. "After that? Used some particles of Twilight's magic on it. Y'know, to make it look like a magical sword and all that."

Fluttershy shook her head. "There's no way that worked."

I laughed. "The intensity of Twilight's power was enough to sell the sword. Kinda helped that my chubby body matched what 'the foretold' one looked like."

We reached the top of the stairs and stumbled into the long field of a faint red carpet. Gazing over me and to the right, up above, my gaze followed and settled on the box like room set on the highest floor of the place.

But then Fluttershy took a moment to pause, gaze down at me, and then giggle. "There is no way you're fooling me on that one, Spike?"

Crud. That adorable laugh! The twinkle in her eyes. Was this mare being for real, did she have a genuine interest in my tale, or was she doing it for the sake of getting me to feel a certain way?

I suppose, really, the answer didn't matter.

"My sword and my body were enough for them to consider it. At least, the six giants stared at me long enough." I nodded my head to the door across from us, which looked like it lead into some hall. "Managed to talk my way around them. Things got dicey when they sensed my body any magical presence."

Fluttershy took me by the neck again and led us into the door. My eyes kept getting drawn to her dress, or rather, the cut along her flank, exposing some of her right supple cheek. Bad boy. Not now.

"And?" Fluttershy propped the door open with a wing, ushering us inside. Our world changed from a majestic casino to sterile white walls of some long hall. "How did you talk your way out of it? Deceit, cleverness, charisma, and talking. Those are the skills marked on your file----and nothing else."

"That's because they forgot one: luck." We ducked into the first right of the hall. Seconds later, the sound of the door opening and hooves stomping sound. "When the dragons sensed me for magic, they found the reservoir Twilight had nestled in me when she first hatched me. Match that same essence with that resonating from the sword, and I was granted a free pass to trek up the mountain."

Fluttershy raised onto her hind legs, leaning her back against the wall. Within three pants, she caught her breath, while I required many more.

"I'm... not sure why it's the case, but there's something so attractive about little you being able to luck out with everything!" Fluttershy's mane bounced along with the excitement in her voice. She then set her hungry eyes onto me. "If I had been assigned that mission? I would have found a way to, mmhmm, subdue all those dragons." She then rubbed her forelegs together. "Couldn't you just imagine their expressions? These grand dragons watching such a cute mare destory their most sacred artifact? Oh, the utter joy that would be!"

Fluttershy. Was. Crazy.

And for some reason.

I. Didn't. Mind.

"Want to know something interesting, Spike?" I shook head to escape my thoughts. When my eyes focused into reality again, it did so on Fluttershy's muzzle, slender and soft, and so close to my own. "Compared to who you really are, and the character you play around the girls... there's not much of a difference between the two of you."

She then leaned forward, the plushness of her lips pressing against the firmness of own, flattening against and around them. Her warmth. The wetness of her lip. The nibble of her teeth that tugged me, teasing me of all that could come from the beautiful mare.

"Unlike me, of course," Fluttershy had said once leave the kiss, stepping away from me. Her wing flicked to the pink waterfall of her tail, plucking one of her strands. "I'm afraid... I'm nothing like what I pretend to be."

Fluttershy then flicked her tail aside, teasing me with the very sight beneath. Her swollen sex peeked out from the crevice of her rump, the lemon mounds coated with wetness.

And just as quickly as the view was granted to me, it was then taken away, with the mare herself pulling down one of her eyes with a wing, sticking her tongue out at me.

Then the rush of stallions came. And then I understood why Fluttershy was so excited. She disappeared back into the hall.

Sounds rung out. Smacks and slaps, groans followed by moans. A deep scream was followed by a lighter one that shouted my name. With my back still pressed against the wall, I debated about getting involved, but before I could even make a choice, hoofsteps echoed from around the corner----followed by the sound of something sliding.

Sounds rung out. Smacks and slaps. Groans followed by moans. Deep screams cried out seconds later, and seconds after that, another scream followed by my mare—her yelling my name while she fought.

My back was still pressed against the wall, and my chest heaved, my mind like a haze stuck inside a maze. What should I do? Should I help? From the crying of the stallions, and the moaning of the mare, it didn't seem I was required all that much.

And it didn't matter even if I choose to help for, seconds later, something dragging across the ground echoed into my ears. Glancing to the left, I watched Fluttershy walk into the hall—dragging a stallion at the back of her hooves.

I tilted my head at the sight. “I take it... went well?”

“More than just well! You should have seen it, my little dragon.” Fluttershy walked up to me and, without stopping to a second, rubbed her nose against my own. She then dropped the stallion, turned around, and stood next to me. “It's been a while since I've had—mmhmm—so many studs trying to take me on all at once!”

I cast my gaze to the stallion. He was a brown earth pony, done in a black tuxedo, with disheveled strands of yellow covering his eyes. Around his throat, silk, a purple strand of tail was tighter around his throat than his tie had been.

“You used your tail to strangle him?”

Fluttershy wiggled her eyebrows. “I thought it would be a kinky way to finish the fight! Don't you agree?”

But I shook my head and narrowed my gaze. “That's not the reason why.” I cleared my throat as I stepped toward and kneeled before the stallion. “You know that mane and tails—strands of hair—don't break easy. Most assassins use them as wire or a replacement string to their bows because of how effective they are.”

Fluttershy was already rolling her eyes when I glanced back at her. “Couldn't let a girl pretend for a little while, could you?” She walked up next to me, placing her forehoof on the sitting stallion's thigh.

He shuddered at the touch.

“You're a pretty stallion, aren't you? I like pretty stallions.” Fluttershy lowered her muzzle inches before his own, exhaling a warm breath over his snout. “I like the whimpers they make when their perfect little face slowly goes away.” One of her wings came up from under her dress, dashing forward, petting his mane. “Or when I pluck every strand of hair from their head. They don't tend to be so pretty once I'm done with them.”

I sighed. “And now I'm glad I don't have hair.”

Fluttershy turned her muzzle to me. “You still have scales, don't you?”

“Like I'd tell you that.”

Fluttershy smiled at that one. An honest smile. Or was it one? Everything she did, all that she tried, I always suspected. That was always the case on my missions. If I didn't doubt anything, I wouldn't have risen the ranks as I have.

But this was my first time doubting a friend.

If Fluttershy still was even one.

“So, you.” Fluttershy glared at the stallion. “Are you going to give me the joy of getting information out of you or are we—“

“P-Please...” The stallion shook his head while the rest of his body quivered. “N-No, more!”

“More and more!” Fluttershy moaned the words, using her wing to rub down the side of her barrel, wrapping her wingtips over the slope of her left cheek. “How much more fun I'm going to have with you!”

But I held my claw in front of her. “I don't think that's going to be necessary.”

Fluttershy frowned. “Oh? But I have all so many more strands to tie him up and hold him down with.”

Shaking my head, I ignored her and gazed at the stallion. “Listen. You don't know us. We don't know you. How about we shake claws and hooves before we begin all this, alright?”

The stallion blinked at me. His eyes searched in mine. If he was playing the character of some kid swept up into something bigger than himself—then he played the role well. With a shaky hoof, he held his hoof up.

And I took it, holding it still, slowing and stilling his trembles. My digits pressed down around the barrel of his legs, feeling a vein underneath. Accelerated heartbeat. All the cues aligned. He really was some kid out of his league.

And, while I glanced over at Fluttershy, not in any more need of pain.

“I'm going to need you to tell me a few things.” I smiled at him. “But first thing's first. The name's Spike.”

The plan—if we even had one—couldn't have gone worse than it did.

The kid revealed himself to be useful. Barren was his name. Some colt from near Manhattan desperate for bits. While I talked him through his problems, and urged him to get out from this kind of life, Fluttershy was busy... stalking the halls and ... doing as she pleased to whomever she found.

We both came to find out that the casino was a cover for a lab beneath. Some count hailed the project by the name of Cristo. Charming. Also a psychopath. Charming! But also the kind of charming that kills ponies while giving a radiant smile.

After gaining that information, Fluttershy and I... were at a disagreement of what to do with Barren. Fluttershy wanted to strangle him to death, all while I watched, just so she could get off to the act more. I wasn't above killing—but only when it was necessary.

Fluttershy wasn't willing to budge on the matter. And she nearly had me in winning it. She circled the poor boy, swaying her thick hips, flicking her tail, and licking her lips. She'd only let the boy when I agreed to let her take the lead on the mission. And one favor I'd owe her.

I had a hard time turning mares down.

Which was how we got here, with my arms bound together behind my back, and the same done to my wings. Fluttershy stood next to me. Her wings tied down, forehooves shackled together—the same with her hind legs. I'd decided to sneak into via the vents. Fluttershy? Beat her way into the room itself.

For a mare always scared to talk, to confront, was now to fighting stallions, making demands, and enjoying it all. I nearly couldn't comprehend the change. While I crawled above, she fought ponies below, delighting, a shiver rocking her spine, whenever blood splattered on her pretty little dress.

But then what was worse about the whole deal? It wasn't that Fluttershy turned out to be so different from what I expected from our years together, but rather, I was enjoying how crazy she was! The way her silky mane frizzed up from her frantic movements. The mischievous smile that grew on her lips after stomping the life out of a stallion. To know something so crazy, and so sexy, was on my side... it drove me crazy with feelings and sensations I didn't think I had.

I'd always been an accepting dragon due to my upbringing.

But just how deep did that acceptance go?

Enough to get us screwed over, at least.

“So you're the agents the princesses sent after me?” the count walked in front of us, a long cloak dragging behind his body. “I've faced many of your kind before. They seem to harder after every defeat.” He stopped and smiled down at us; he was twice Fluttershy's height. “Tell me, by sending you two, has the agency changed their tactic.”

“You know, if you just want to call us weak looking, you can do so.” I then squinted at his attire. “And is all that really necessary? The cloak, I mean. You're collecting a lot of dust on your coat ends there.”

“Am I?” The count glared at the end of his clock. Clicking his teeth, one of the dozens of stallions came behind him. “You. Dust off my cloak at once—and the floor while you're at it!”

Fluttershy shuffled her hooves not even a step forward, the rattling of chains earning the gazes of all. “I really like the blackness of your get-up! Once we're doing here, I think it's all going to look positively wonderful in all the blood of every stallion here!”

The count turned, gazed, and laughed. “So you're the craziness of Canterlot embodied? To think, I thought that title would belong to the dragon—and not the mare.”

“Once more, if you're going to call me a wimp, you can just call me a wimp.” I shook my head even as the giant stepped toward me. “And what's up with you hiring kids for an army? In fact, what do you even need an army for?”

The count narrowed his gaze on me. “The world is run from a single place: Canterlot. No matter the kingdom or the land, everything that happens, or will happen, seems to be determined or impacted by that very place.” He raised a foreleg, and with a swipe through the air, threw it right. “By holding there, I hold the world!”

“What comes after holding the world?”

“Power.”

“For what?”

“To ensure I attain and sustain more power.”

“For what?”

“For more... power?”

“Do you have any idea what comes with more power? Responsibility.” I shook my head. I'd dealt with these types before, but this count was in a new class of his own. “Real quick. How hard is it to maintain this casino right now.”

The count looked at me for a while, almost like he was suspecting a trap with words, a defeat by a hidden phrase, but the longer he stared at me, the lower his eyebrow dropped. He wasn't seeing some top agent. Or a deadly dragon.

Just someone wanting to talk.

“It's... harder than assembling an army, to be honest with you, my honest prisoner.” The count used his held leg to sweep back his coat. “The upkeep is tough. Can barely keep the floors here clean enough for my cloak to travel across.”

He glared at the stallion behind him after saying those words.

“But... the bits that come from it? More than what I made from my means to start up this army.”

I shook my head. “So how much harder do you think a castle will be like? To maintain a kingdom? Not only that, but what about the sun and the moon? That comes along with the gig as well. And don't forget about those who have kept the castle and kingdom going for so long—how will you win them over, or replace them, and still keep the castle running.”

The count stared at me for a long while. “Is this what you do? Talk your foes out from their plans?”

“It depends on the foe.” I shrugged. “A lot of ponies get themselves too deep in a situation, but because they've come too far, they convince themselves they have to go all the way. If you still honestly want it after a talk, then go for it.”

The count narrowed his eyes.

“I mean, we're still going to stop you, but at least you know for sure it's something you wanted.” I tried rubbing the back of my neck, that was, until the steel around my wrists clung tighter against my scales. “So you can accept everything that happens afterward without any regret.”

The count then slowly smiled at my words. “I see now. Talking is how you operate—unlike your friend here.” He tossed a glance to the beautiful Fluttershy. “Pretends to be shy to draw her foes in. Pretends to be weak with it. She uses her charm to acquire what she desires, but there's always a sense she's manipulating you.”

I heard Fluttershy laugh. “Please. I'm better than that. Most don't get that sense.”

“But you! My little scaley friend.” The count stepped back from us both, stepping toward the wall to our right. Around us, the stallions close stepped away. My stomach twisted, and my mind hazed with an expanding cloud of doubt. “Despite a career choice filled full of deceit and ability, you still retain a sense of honesty.”

I tilted my head. “I feel like I should thank you for the compliment, though I feel like a 'but' is coming up.”

“Which causes you to feel genuine to everyone you meet.”

“Huh! Well, thank—“

“But that also makes you dangerous to an ambitious count such as myself.”

I grumbled. “Knew it.”

His cloak covered foreleg reached up for a handle on the wall. Glancing at my feet, I saw the crack in the ground, the one slowly splitting apart to reveal... nothing beneath. A thick blackness stretched on below.

I then glared at the count. “You really are old school, aren't you?”

The count smiled seconds before pulling the lever. “I've enjoyed a few classical books.”

Then the ground opened up, and we fell, backward, while the room above faded from our eyes. The stallions gathered around the opening, though we didn't see each other for long.