Spike At Your Service

The limo hummed along silently for a time, and Spike really did marvel at how it ghosted across the road without much sound beyond the occasional bump from the road that distorted the magic under the vibrating plate, and even that was hardly felt at all. Before Canterlot he hadn't had a great deal of exposure to such technology given Ponyville's quant nature and general rural bearings. Cars and the like didn't ever come through and if they did they were tractors, giant bulky things possessing large wheels made with far more engineered strength and power than the refined nature of gemtech that saturated the city.

Not to say a higher level of technology was absent in Ponyville, it just wasn't as common. It was a small town that made its way the way it always had. Even now the town's main form of selling products and produce was still in the form of market stalls and owners hawking their goods by yelling out into the street, rather than automated kiosks outside of shops that were abundant on the city's streets for quick purchases to save time going inside. Ponyville had its own charm, and Twilight becoming a Princess had certainly made things a little more interesting, as a few newer technologies had been introduced into the county Ponyville was situated in having been afforded a larger budget from the Crown.

As nice as that all had been he'd wanted to move on from the little sleepy town. He loved it and he loved his friends, but even some of them had been pulled to Canterlot too, and like them he wanted to do something else other than stay in Ponyville forever. It was also nice that he could pop in and see them sometimes. Rarity managed her boutiques, now mainly working from her Canterlot outlet, and Pinkie had opened up her massive bakery downtown when the Cakes had started a family and lessened their open hours in Sugarcube Corner. He saw Pinkie more often than Rarity as Pinkie's bakery wasn't far from where he lived, often visiting for a treat after work or in the mornings before work, which may have tied into the specific diet that Tempest had him on, as Pinkie knew all the best ingredients to... promote virility.

That aside, he really had to wonder how the other girls were getting on. Rainbow Dash worked with the Wonderbolts that had become an official detachment of the Royal Guard's Air Force rather than their own show unit, so she'd been extremely busy working and training for that. He couldn't imagine what she was being trained for, though she'd sounded really excited about it. Fluttershy visited the city sometimes, mostly to see him and the girls, though she did also have a consulting arrangement with the largest veterinarian in Canterlot with Twilight's help so that she could assist more animals. She was something of a specialist to them when they had issues they usually couldn't solve. Applejack had expanded the Apple Clan's reach in much the same manner through Twilight's insistence and agreed after her family had given the green light, so she was selling Sweet Apple Acres hard-made produce and even cider through business agreements with various peoples stores in the city whom she trusted.

As for Twilight though, she quite normally visited him via teleportation when she had some spare time ─albeit no longer simply appearing inside his flat since the time she'd caught him wandering naked from just having had a shower, she'd stammered and blushed more than he had─ and it was nice to see her along with Rarity and Pinkie, yet he hadn't seen the other girls in a while. He hoped they'd all catch up again soon, as they did the last time in a nice group get together in Ponyville's countryside or a bash that Pinkie would throw.

He wanted updates on everyone's lives, as they all weren't exactly into the technological side of things. Everyone generally preferred meeting in person rather than sending a message over the phone. He loved technology and the advances it brought but didn't much understand it beyond small things like his gem-player, and that was a first generation flagship that was quickly replaced. He wasn't sure about the idea of a gem-phone as he didn't want to get as engrossed into it as Aurora was her own, and his concerns were shared by most of the girls too. If he was absolutely addicted to his gem-player, he'd probably become very addicted to other types of tech, which was also a predisposition in his draconic nature that he didn't want to help flourish.

He wandered from his thoughts as a bright light from outside the limo flashed, another sleek gem-powered vehicle trailing by them as it went the opposite way. He looked out at the city.

Spike saw they were most certainly in the uptown areas with how much more lavish things had suddenly gotten. All manner of fancy retail stores dotted this particular street even with the shops closed so late at night, the lights within still glowing or dazzling their rich details through the shopfronts and limo's tinted windows both. The numerous planted trees they were going past were well-maintained and trimmed too, this was a high-class area where they saw everyday care for the sake of appearance.

Tempest poked him with her magic, his head turning to her. "This is Regency Boulevard, we're not far now."

He nodded, Aurora sitting up a little as she heard her and idly glancing out of the window herself. It wasn't all that long before they pulled into a much more homey looking set of streets with larger houses, a great deal more haughty than he'd seen downtown. The kind of housing that would be in celebrity magazines and articles to do with the nobility continued going past the limo and became more ritzy the further they went.

There was a short turn off and they travelled down a private paved road that was dotted with abundant lines of trees, hard to make out in the darkness, and as Tempest had said they slowed upon nearing a heavy-walled compound with lit spires that had equally heavy wrought-iron gates. Spike couldn't see much else but there was a partial view of a booth so he assumed there was a security guard, and was proved right when they were allowed to continue and he briefly saw a burly stallion inside the booth as they passed.

The walled compound now entered, mown lawns in sprawling gardens with a few bush sculptures catching the moonlight graced their vision, but the main attraction was the absolutely massive mansion that had only been slightly viewable from the walls having previously blocked the view, now fully revealed in all its foreboding and gothic glory as the night caught all the contoured angles. It was all granite, dark crystal, and ebony lumber, with wide stained-glass windows, crenellations, turrets, and tall spires. The entire structure was like something out of the marediaeval era or the Fifth Age of the Alicorn Aeon with how Lunarian its architecture was, trying its very best to be a hybrid between a castle and modern home. All it needed were some gargoyles to really complete the look.

"Very sepulchral isn't it?" Tempest laughed, noting Spike's look of awe.

They slowed again as they came up to the mansion, and Spike saw the rather large garage door they were idling towards open up, everything becoming much darker as they silently entered and the door closed behind them. Now the only good source of light was Aurora's horn as she played with her phone, it was as if they were travelling through a tunnel.

There was a short lurch as the limo came to a full stop, barely felt but still noticeable, and he tried to squash down the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He suppressed the urge to jump as the door suddenly opened as really he should have expected that, and looked out into an enclosed space that felt as dark and moody in its lighting as the limousine's interior did with the specifically placed illumination. Tempest gestured to the door and he nodded quicker this time, a little nervous as he moved and shuffled out.

Leaving, he found himself suppressing his urge to jump again rather quickly, as he stood up out into the openness of the parking garage and looked down face-to-face with the chaperone that had opened the door for them, seeing they were a changeling. He very quickly forced himself to smile politely and took a step away from the door so that Tempest and Aurora could get out of the limo, while doing his best not to stare.

It was very difficult.

What had overtaken his slight fear ─brought on by past events like Cadence's wedding which he felt a little justified in his worry─ was a fast-building interest and indeed a mildly erotic curiosity ─which he was far happier with as he knew that the hive that had attacked the wedding were led by a single Queen─ as the changeling chaperone was nothing like the other one's he'd seen back then.

It might have been quite a while ago but he vividly recalled the cracked chitin plates and damaged appearances, yet the only similarity here was that this one had the same blueish compound eyes, a notable shade of cyan. Beyond that, she had a short and layered dark mane of murky green hair with her tail being much the same, while her elytra was a slightly more vivid jade and her horn, ears, body and chitin plates were smooth, free of any blemishes, cracks, or holes. She was clad in the most tantalising skimpy arrangement of tight white faleath, and Spike could clearly discern that she was also very much female unlike the drones of that previous hive.

If it wasn't the absolutely wonderous scent she was emitting that he couldn't tell what it was beyond that it was amazing, it was most certainly the lovely curvature and very large teats that he could see even from where he stood, and his eyes were rather good at seeing in the gloom. They were so big that he could see their rounded shape from her side. He was trying desperately not to stare, as her outfit was making them all the more obvious by gently squeezing them outward on purpose.

He looked back instead, seeing Tempest leave the limo last while floating out the boxes containing their outfits, giving her a thankful nod as she brought his one over to him, with Aurora silently taking hers and looking peeved.

Ah. Of course, she was meant to be mute...

Spike stopped himself from smirking a little, feeling that it might teach her to show their Mistress some actual respect. That thought was, wait... He'd never actually considered that one. How could he have not since before now? The fact that Aurora and he had never really spoken much? That they'd only sorted a few files and boxes of paperwork together under Tempest's order? Their Mistress. He shouldn't feel contentment at her punishment, he should look to assist her so she could improve.

The thought made him smile.

Aurora noticed his smiling in her direction and frowned quizzically at him, but did return at least a slight tug upward of the lips. She inclined her head, her fiery blonde tresses falling over her face with a somewhat annoyed look and a nod, and he realised the chaperone was waiting for him to follow. His face burned as Tempest evenly chuckled and smacked him on his springy butt to get him moving, the cheek rippling from the hit. He hurried along as the chaperone led them through the dark surround, his soft feet silent as he toed on but their hooves tacking on the poured paving, the gem lighting occasionally reflecting off her pure-white outfit and illuminating wonderfully as it hugged all of her supple curves, contrasting with her sleek black chitin where the plates covered parts of her smooth body. He found his eyes travelling to her back end, that was free of any faleath and-OhsweetCelestia!

No wonder her scent was so powerful! In the darkness of the garage he could still see very brazenly that her short tail was pinned up, and her marehood was currently spread wide by an odd device of silver metal that hooked into her outfit. The light caught and shone off her elytra and the metal object just as much as the faleath, and he really couldn't help but be transfixed by everything she was prominently displaying. Her puffy puckered ponut was incredibly large and inviting, her teats heavily jiggled as they walked, and her splayed pussy ─interestingly the lewd inner flesh was the colour of lime─ was just as ridiculously engorged as was her clitoris. She was winking quite rapidly which meant she was actually rather enjoying the odd display she was putting on for them.

"You're lovely as always, Chit," Tempest complimented as they trotted along. "I can see you've been getting plenty of affection."

"Thank you, Miss! There was a private function I was involved in the other week, I was dancing for the Master's guests and was subject to much of their emotions!" Chit happily returned, not looking back as she led them, but winking in response to Tempest's comment. "I am happy to see you could make it, the opening ceremony is not long now so I was not sure you would be coming this time around."

"Oh I will always be along when your Master throws a party," Tempest grinned wolfishly as her eyes fixed on the changeling's jutting button as it sprung out with need again. "If only to see you move your body and gain an excess."

Spike guessed he wasn't the only one enjoying the view.

Naturally, he had quite a burgeoning erection, but again a thought came that it was just strange how he'd never really considered until now that Tempest also quite liked mares. It was something which should have been blindingly obvious given that she'd had Aurora under her before she'd had him, and that Aurora was made to visit Tempest in her office too. He felt he might be a little too self-absorbed in that he'd not noticed a whole lot of things, though he was at least pleased his eyes were seeing a great deal more now, thoughts at the back of the mind were being pushed forward. It did of course mean that his mind went to Tempest and Aurora getting up to their own fun far more than what briefly occurred in the office, or imagining Tempest complimenting Chit in another manner entirely, and that really wasn't helping his situation downstairs.

Chit led them through a door up ahead and into a uniform hallway with polished hardwood floors, the walls painted in dark colours with minimal decoration. It looked like it had a few different ways to go. Taking a left and then gesturing them forwards when they came to the next room ahead, their chaperone politely opened the door for them.

"Thank you, Chit. We'll be right out," Tempest gave her a nod, walking in with Aurora close behind. Spike quickly followed suit and toed in, being careful in taking his box through the doorway. "Go on, you two, get those on. I want to see the both of you together."

They were in a pretty roomy changing area with wall mirrors, different wooden floors, at least slightly brighter gem lighting, and several cordoned off partitions with thick velvet curtains on silver railings greeting them along the far wall. Spike thought that might have been a little overkill, but it wasn't his mansion. He paced over as Tempest and Aurora did the same, and got to work getting in and changing. He placed the precious box down on the bench inside the booth, also fitted with a wall mirror, and carefully began to convince his tight clothing that it needed to come off, unbuttoning the tail-clasp and shimmying in his usual dance he had to do in order to tug his skinny jeans down over his ample hips and undeniable rear. After a brief struggle of asking nicely in his head, they did eventually deign to let him pull them off a bit, being tight enough that his pink panties got caught along the way.

A little more convincing and he succeeded in pulling them down to his thighs, although they took the panties with them and his erection bounced free. He didn't mind seeing as he was alone, yet it still made his face redden a little seeing his large dick bare and uncovered when both Tempest and Aurora were less than a few hooves away. After taking them off completely and kicking them aside he moved onto his snug green hoodie next, and tugged up the form-fitting garment with a great deal more ease, although it also began to take the tight black tee he had on underneath with it too. He pulled that off from over his face and took in a breath at how much less constricted he felt now, only his special key given by Tempest on its simple cord left around his neck.

It had likely been as much from their snug size as the general light sweat he'd had going, not from heat but as he was just a little bit nervous. Being naked to the air was a rather pleasant feeling he quite liked. Turning to the bench he paused for a moment, catching himself in the large mirror mounted on the side of the booth's wall, seeing with a mixed amount of emotion just how much... cushioning he'd gained. Yes, sure, it was all in the good places, his tummy was still lovely and flat with a hint of abs showing through, however his large arse and wide hips, and possibly even his tail were way bigger than the last time he'd checked, that or the mirror was playing tricks on him. He was thankful at least that not much more had gone to his chest, they didn't look too cuppable so maybe he had a limit, that would be good as he didn't need even more people calling attention to his 'boy bumps', it was bad enough when Tempest teased him.

It was no wonder getting his clothes off was becoming such a chore. He was going to need to pay Rarity a visit again soon and get new clothes made, she was the only creature that he had ever known that actually knew how to accommodate his extremely generous proportions. Minobous clothing always had far too much room in the chest and never enough room in the crotch area ─for two very obvious reasons─ not to mention they didn't generally make clothing in his smaller size, and it was always three or four sizes too big. It didn't help that the last time he'd bought some and taken it to Rarity's for refitting she'd complained about the roughshod style, how 'it was an absolute disaster for his colour palette', and that she wouldn't have such things in her store.

He wasn't even going to entertain going to Tempest's couturière, if not for the fact that it would likely upset Rarity then certainly for the exorbitant price tag that would be attached to such work. Additionally, Rarity also made his clothing almost for free which he wasn't of a mind to turn down, and he simply paid her a flat rate of modelling some of her other pieces as payment. The clothing he currently had on was hers, which was likely the reason it hadn't split apart yet from the sheer amount of everything it had to accommodate.

Opening his box, his eyes rested on the ornate ballroom mask in the shape of a dragon's skull sitting on top of his special garments, being careful to take it out and avoid poking himself with the styled horn. He gingerly placed it down on the bench with soft-moving hands, taking out the alluring one-piece fit and trying to figure out how he should get into it. He soon guessed correctly that it was closed with a tight clasp at the neck, and the outfit was meant to be stepped into, so he put the rather snug faleath thong on first, which wasn't as much of a chore as the material didn't catch very much on his smooth scales like it would have bare skin or a furred coat. After a little jiggling he managed to secure his mighty dick in the underwear, noting that it rode up quite high between his massive moon-halves. The thong settled high over his hips and somehow managed to stay there without slipping lower like most of his underwear. It was very snug under the mound of his tail where nerves clustered and turned the area into quite an erogenous zone, while also pushing quite intensely against his gently protruding button just below the sensitive apex.

He wondered if it was designed that way, each turn bringing the lightest twinge of sensation that travelled low through his inguine and set his thoughts to ruin. He was already incredibly hard having seen that beautiful changeling chaperone, Chit, and now he was being partly maintained in his current state by the prodding faleath against both his member and tight backdoor that kept his thoughts on lewdness. It really didn't help that he'd not been able to achieve his release earlier with Tempest.

Next came the sensual outfit itself, the one-piece of faleath, freshly made and never worn. It might be a little hard to slip into given that it was new. Undoing the pop-button clasp at the neck he saw how it closed now without zips, having only one other discrete pop-button at the chest below the little love-heart window to give it the flowing singular appearance, so undoing that he carefully stepped into it. Tugging it up, he found he was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't catch against his scales at all either, just as with the thong, and it simply flowed over the body as if it were silk.

He hadn't really thought magic was in play until he shrugged his arms through the shoulders and popped the clasps across, as the entire one-piece then squeezed at him gently. It was noticeable enough that it was quite tight when he turned or moved, but not enough that it felt too constricting or that he couldn't breathe, which was good because it was rather taut across many places, including his bumps. It was certainly compressing whenever he moved or turned in any way, as if it was purposely trying to focus his body and make parts of his curvature be presented more prominently. He felt that it was definitely on purpose that the one-piece was fleetingly on the cusp of making him feel too restricted, and that it didn't want him to forget that he was wearing it.

Looking in the mirror he saw the differences between his outfit and Tempest's one, in that whereas the faleath across her chest had a small hole for her chest fluff and little window of silk surrounding the love-heart, his heart window was situated to sit between his boy bumps, while the cuts of silk pane were like crescents that curved around the top of the chest and at the sides. It made him slightly burn with embarrassment as it really accentuated his chest with how flush it was. While not showing off too much, it was certainly trying to give the appearance of more.

The fit was purely designed to display him like a gorgeous item, which he'd suspected an outfit like this might make him draw attention, however with the addition of magic it was wholly enhanced. His normal clothing was snug around him and it was simply due to Rarity's subtle insistence that it conform cleverly rather than constrict, in such that his curves gently flowed with the clothing when it met his body and kept everything flush while hinting at everything else under the surface. Yet this one-piece was aggressive by comparison with how it grabbed into one area and accentuated another, he felt like it wanted to exacerbate.

His sleekly toned midsection was bare beneath the upper chest, before the faleath ran across in a shaped strip below his tautly defined belly, meeting from one hip to the other from where it had ran down from the sides under the arms, cutting out in an oval much as Tempest's outfit did. At the sides of the waist his fit was cut slightly higher at the hips to really show off the ampleness of his pelvis, his hips and thighs readily pushing out of the circular area as the faleath pressed in. He saw in the mirror that his back was cut out, with a smoky silken window that led down into a symmetrical strip from hip to hip again, running across the fullness of his tail and bottom like it was resting on a shelf, and where from both sides it trailed south and ended taut around his large thighs at the groin level. From the inner thighs at the front and back it allowed the entirety of his massive bottom, fleshy tail, and mighty package to push forth and breathe free in their own cut out sections.

Completing it were the silk accents that flowed down from his shoulders and flicked from the hips, and the framing coattails that ran from the back surrounding strip that rested on and around his colossal posterior almost made him feel like the entire lewd and provocative piece was actually almost regal.

The faleath thigh high open-toe boots and silken lacy gloves were a far simpler affair, but no less wonderful in how they added to everything. He was about to put the fancy mask on until a slight drawing of the curtain pulled his attention and only partially made him freeze.

"Spike, how are you getting on?" Tempest started to speak, poking her head in as she tugged the curtain aside with her magic just enough, stopping when she laid eyes on him, and they widened slightly with an impish pout fixing across her features. "Oh, how lovely."

He swallowed as Tempest then pulled the curtain to the other end of the rack to completely reveal him, and he did his best not to fold inward at Tempest and Aurora as they appraised him fully with extremely interested gazes while he stood straight. He equally ran his wanton eyes over both of them in their incredibly sexy matching outfits as the custom designs made their gorgeously curvy bodies pop with unbridled sexual energy.

"That boy creates pure artistry and gives it away for such a low price," Tempest muttered to herself, before her eyes flicked to Spike's face, and he felt compelled to meet them. "Have no shame, Spike, you are positively radiant."

She turned to Aurora. "You may speak to tell Spike what you think."

"It... works well enough on a biped," Aurora made a noise and gave a quick nod, her face quite blank, until her pupils focused on his groin and her features spread into a wicked smile. "Bit excited, isn't he?"

He was indeed excited, as much as he was fearful, and his excitement was manifesting in his considerable member being as full and erect as possible. However cleverly contained that it was in the faleath thong, it was still brazenly obvious as the material added an additional layer that made it look bigger. Coupled with darker shades where the light hit at certain angles, it was as glaring as the Crystal Heart when imbued with love magic.

"Spike can simply appreciate beauty," Tempest smirked, casting another coy glance at him as she turned to the side to show herself off in her own seductive outfit, her head craning to Aurora before magic surged and gently booped her as she went to talk again, and Aurora quickly closed her mouth. "Now, on go the masks and we'll be on our way."

Spike gave a nod, going back into the booth and grabbing his fancy headpiece from where he'd placed it on the bench, turning it about and noting the subtle strap within it that would hook under his chin. Undoing that, he swept his soft head-spines back and positioned it on his face until it was comfortable, the edges of his vision partially surrounded by the finery of dark crystal and shining gold. The second he clasped it together he sensed the tingle of magic again as it locked, feeling that no matter how he tilted his head, he just knew it wouldn't come off. Just like the outfit, the headpiece constricted him, his peripherals being surrounded by a pretty fractal window. It was making him far more aware of his general vulnerability with the partial loss of his visual sense.

"Excellent," Tempest said, her smile softening as she and Aurora then put on their own headpieces.

Tempest was truly an imposing visage wearing her own. Her horn flared once more, the glow visible from within the mask covering it and making it look as if her horn were whole, and Spike saw that the cutie mark on Aurora's haunch ─an elegant looking golden flame─ suddenly melted away into her coat as if she were a blank flank. "There, one more touch of anonymity to complete the masquerade. You and I are already fine on that front, hm?"

True enough, dragons didn't have marks, and Tempest... well, she'd never had one to begin with. She'd quite honestly never been too bothered about it, as to her they almost set a limit to what a pony felt they could do. Without a mark she felt she could do anything she wanted, free of something that told her she could never rise above a single talent. He'd wanted a mark when he was younger, seeing the girls have their own special niches, and age had changed that. As he'd gotten older he'd come around to the way Tempest saw things on that matter by himself.

Spike followed in her wake as she led on to the door with Aurora before him, and it was impossibly hard not to notice her immense marely body now so bare with her sexy one-piece snugly donned, especially with his arousal. It was identical to Tempest's and cut out in the same places, with a window for her chest fluff ─not that Aurora had much at all─ and the same openings for her curves to breathe.

A small divergence to her fit as his own had possessed, was that her bodacious backside and most certainly her teats were supported by additional curved faleath strips, like his own that ran across his belly and tail. Her ones seemed much less for show and actually aided in supporting the size of her assets beyond a lacy bra for her teats. She had the silken coattails attached to the strips, that framed her privates in their tight faleath thong ─which it seemed to Spike that her marebits were also positively massive with how that thong was straining as he was able to see every little indent of her gorgeous ponut, and that wasn't even the half of it on the contour of her large vulva─ though the strips that for him ran across his body, ran under for her. It kept her ample buttocks poised up, while the ones below were doing a wholly admirable job of supporting enormous teats that were daunting with their size.

Well, alright, they didn't have Fluttershy beat, though they were certainly trying to get on for the same weight class, however she might need another few cup sizes to reach that level, and of course neither of them had anything on Princess Celestia.

The lacy bra Aurora was wearing had to be magically reinforced, he knew Rarity custom made Fluttershy's with such enchantments, and no normal outlet could stock anything near to the size of band and cup that she boasted. The garment was at least looking comfortable even with Aurora's protruding areola and hefty nipples bulging against the material. He wondered just how big it would all look released from bondage, his dick would probably disappear within them quite well.

Aurora huffed in annoyance as she glanced back over her shoulder with an annoyed flick of her tail, the hypnotising sashay of her backside continuing as she neatly travelled behind Tempest. She couldn't speak, and he just grinned a little, though stopped ogling her too much. She'd checked him out after all, and turnabout was always fair play.

Chit politely smiled at all of them as they left the room and moved out into the hallway, her compound eyes passing over the group to rest on Spike with an interested smile.

"Miss Spitfire's personal design suits you, nouvelle."

Spike paused, his ears folding a little in confusion. "Pardon?"

Tempest gently chuckled. "You're uncollared, you're new, and you are in-training. In these circles fellow subs will simply call one another kindred sometimes, but for newbies nouveau is the term."

"Bu-"

"Nouvelle is the feminine."

"Oh. I never took Prench, Mistress," Spike blushed, looking at the lovely changeling chaperone. "Well, thank you, Chit."

Chit bowed. "Your chosen name for these gatherings is?"

"Uh... Ruby."

"Ruby. A pleasure," Chit nodded, turning her attention to Tempest. "Miss? Shall we?"

"We shall. Lead on." Tempest smiled.

"Miss, Cinder has not spoken a word. Is she mute for the evening?" Chit said as she went, and Spike could almost see the smirk tugging at her lips even though he couldn't see her face properly.

"At least for now," Tempest said, her horn sparking as her magic poked Aurora upon one side of her hefty buttocks, making the cheek gently wobble much to Aurora's annoyance. "Until she learns her lesson."

"Are you being bratty, Cinder?" Chit said back as they went through a connecting hallway to a stairway leading up. There were many rooms down here, probably mostly for storage and the like. "I would not want to be bratty to Miss Spitfire, she is so very lovely."

Aurora glared. Chit giggled to herself at the look.

Quickly moving up, the stairs opened out into a comfortably furnished room that seemed like a hub of sorts, at least in that there were three different ways to go. The carpet they stepped onto was soft and velvety his feet, and Spike imagined it must have been as gaudy as the curtains in the changing room. With the contrast between it and the carpet he had at home it was like walking on water. The whole mansion seemed extremely lordly and he couldn't help but wonder if their host was a noble of the Royal Court with the displays of ostentation.

Pictures were covered over with dark silk that didn't quite hide their ornate frames, side tables made of foreign imports like wingwood held trophies and ornaments in glass cases with their winner's name obscured. It was all a display of wealth that he suspected was to impress guests. He felt he probably should be awed to some degree. Given Tempest's lack of enthusiasm towards their surroundings he felt that perhaps he shouldn't be too taken with the décor, that or it was old news for her at this point.

That was certainly an impressive grandfather clock they passed though. Spike didn't lose track of their position as they passed through another few halls all nicely adorned with fluff and fancery, although he did feel this place was far too large for his liking though. He'd take his small little abode with its simple decoration any day. His attention to the furnishings was diverted as they turned the corner into a shorter hall with only one exit.

There was noise beyond the double doors up ahead, his finned ears angled before they'd made it too close, and he picked up the sound of laughter and general chatter that gradually grew in pitch until they were at the doors themselves. His heart fluttered in his chest as Chit's shaped horn glowed green and the doors were opening inward to reveal a lowly lit grand chamber that was quite possibly a ballroom, because of course a mansion would have a ballroom, except this one wasn't exactly out of a fairy tale unless that particular tale was gothic and moody in its theming.

All of the surrounding curtains and banners that covered the tall floor-to-ceiling windows were charcoal grey, lined with jade accents and quite regal in their presentation of the room. There were plush silver rugs laid across the marble floor in numerous places, for comfort he supposed, and every now and then alongside the banners were wall scrolls with the most gorgeous ─if rather erotic─ artwork of differing species of both sexes, high-class pin-ups, in essence. At the room's centre-end was a single wide solitary banner hanging down above a large... Well, he'd not hesitate to call it a throne, not quite as massive or grand as the Sisters had in the Royal Palace, but certainly nice. The banner overlooked a respectable seating area upon a slightly raised dais that was made up of a few smaller high-backed thrones and a whole mess of soft black pillows, just large enough to kneel on. The throne and a few of those smaller were occupied, a few of the pillows too, though that wasn't what currently had his attention.

The silk banner above did, and it depicted the stylised bust of a pony from the midsection upwards, perhaps caught in the throes of passion. They were purposely angled to show the collar around the throat, and blindfolded with their ears folded back in submission. The form was somewhat androgynous to his eyes so he wasn't sure if it was meant to look male or female, especially with the shorter manestyle, and they were laid against a flowing backdrop of a sigil he wasn't sure the meaning of, but it was clearly their host's emblem. Spike liked it just as much as Tempest's dragoness emblem. It was pretty and alluring, and spoke of something sexual to his mind that certainly wasn't due to his state.

What lay between this far end of the room and their little entourage was what he might expect of a get-together in the ballroom of the Royal Palace, albeit a great deal more sexually charged too. There were separate seating circles of faleath couches and downy rugs in-between with people sitting atop them, Dominants resting on the seating with their submissives sitting neatly or lazily lounging on the soft-covered marble. There were at least eight groups that he could see. On one side lay a stage of sorts, and on the other a massive buffet table currently bare and likely awaiting for when food was ordered to be brought out, and as he would expect of something this grand there were attendants waiting by to serve, likely the host's own people.

All in attendance were masked, and all had their own style of dress.

The host's attendants for one, were wearing full form-fitting bodysuits made of some soft silvery material, with sturdy faleath padding and support in certain areas. Their masks were more typical of what he'd expect of a fancy opera, shaped and pointed eye covers of gold that flared out and covered much of the upper face, including the eyes too ─so they must somehow be see-through, Spike assumed─ with the addition of a smoky silk veil that flowed over the lower portion of their faces. They were all different species, so it seemed their host wasn't picky on that front, or maybe it was also a wealth thing in being able to have as many different people to serve as possible.

Either way the room set a certain tone, especially with the low lighting. It was making his heart thunder as they went in behind Chit, who was ecstatic as she merrily trotted along. Spike wondered if she was excited at the prospect of dancing as they passed through the room's centre with a few eyes from occupied sections resting on them, or simply the raw emotion from sexual interest that was no doubt going to her and her splayed vulva that dripped with her obvious arousal. The large stage on the opposite side to the buffet area could be why she was so upbeat, Spike certainly wouldn't mind seeing her move.

"Spitfire, welcome," a smooth voice called out.

Spike's eyes went to the occupied throne they were currently walking towards, the striking figure ─evidently their host for tonight─ sat back upon it much like Princess Celestia sat on her own throne. The host was clearly a stallion, seemingly an earthen as Spike saw no horn or wings, with the grey of his coat contrasted by the silvery-white of his tight faleath fit. His style of dressing covered a great deal more of his body with very little being exposed beyond his hooves, and it was almost like a suit in a way, if a suit was that form fitting to... show off certain aspects. The mask on his face was a regal affair of gold, jade, and silver, though it was actually the simplest type of masquerade mask here along with the attendants. It was mostly smooth with a geometrically textured surface, and fit to his head in a circular shape to cut off around the ears, nose, and the muzzle for him to talk freely, but looked completely opaque across the eyes with no way for him to see, just like his attendants. An odd finish was that it seemed magically enchanted to distort his true voice. Overall it wasn't quite what Spike had been expecting, given how fancy the mansion had been he'd been expecting something even flashier than what those serving him would wear.

"I'm glad that you could make it tonight," he said with a smile, that thanks to the mask was all that could be seen. "I see you've brought Cinder, and... an interesting new addition to your embrace."

Spike almost collapsed as most certainly all eyes in the room turned as the suited stallion called attention to him. He stood still as he was ogled and gazed at from numerous angles, and he did try to stand a little taller. His outfit was wonderful and he should do his best to model it, like he did for Rarity. He also needed to show that he was more than happy to be here for Tempest, which he was.

Tempest bowed her head, while Aurora did the same, so Spike glanced away from them and towards the stallion to mirror the action, his eyes darting between them and just about everything else as he tried to assess the general feeling of the room as best as possible.

Tempest addressed the stallion as she looked back up. "Master Nightfall, I'm happy to be received into your home. I trust that I'm not too late, I did call ahead to organise a delayed pickup."

"Not at all, Spitfire," Nightfall smiled, neat white teeth flashing in the low lighting of the ballroom. "We are still waiting on Heorte. The usual layout abides so sit where you will, here or over yonder, but for now I would like to see your nouveau."

It was a little eerie with the majority of his face being covered. Spike could see the hint of a dark mane and the tips of his ears from behind the ornate mask, but not being able to see a creature's eyes always either went to being oddly sexy, or rather unnerving. He wasn't sure which he'd settled on with Nightfall just yet. Tempest moved towards the dais so he followed behind her, and Spike focused on the other Dominants in their high-back thrones as they approached to try and quell a little of his racing mind, their seating neatly forming a semi-circle around the larger throne. There were three other ponies ─two unicorns and a pegasus─ a gryphon, and a diamond dog too. Like changelings, he hadn't seen diamond dogs in years.

Going by the anatomy, the dog was definitely a she.

Her leather fit ─which he was certain was actual leather rather than faux going by its jarring scent─ was all zips and belts and rather punky, similar to something Rarity had worn once upon a time after an accident with her mane. It was all quite taut around her immense breasts and muscular form. Her cleavage was impressive, and he fully believed she might pop out of it at any moment if she dared to flex. She reminded him of those groups he'd seen hanging around in similar outfits in downtown Canterlot, the ones that merged into styled groups with an obsession for a strange new gem-vehicle on two wheels that roared like a manticore as they sped through the streets. Her headwear matched the idea, a fully encompassing and rounded sort of helm with a transparent crystal visor, and he could see her golden eyes peering out from within at him.

He could swear her eyes flashed in delight, and he quickly glanced away.

The golden gryphon was the closest to their trio in how he was clad, with silks and possible leather to emphasise his muscular body, and his groin was very presented with little but silks to encompass it. His outfit had a militaristic theme to it, a literal Gryphionian war-helm donned and a great coat resting around his shoulders. He had a single submissive, a slender snow-white gryphoness in sheer loose silks, resting on the pillow beside him.

The two unicorns were what he'd more expect of an actual gathering in the Royal Palace, with a few additions. They were practically twins, incredibly pale in mane and coat, slender yet curvy, and he would have believed very pretty. The stallion(?) and mare were both clad in a sort of regal silk-cut black dress that flowed into a layered skirt, wearing layered blindfolds over their eyes ─most certainly enchanted the way Nightfall's was in order to see─ and wearing long gloves and thigh-high boots as their own trio were. He couldn't tell if the surrounding submissives were mares or stallions with their similar manestyles and lithe appearances, but the three of them were just as pale and regally dressed.

The pegasus was about as gothic in a slightly different fashion, a mask shaped like a crow-skull adorning her face as a crimson red mane flowed back under a faleath hood, and her cream-coated form being somewhat hidden over by long-coat that bore gaps for her wings. The hood and long-coat seemed to be connected, and under it he saw a one-piece fit that was also made of tight faleath and silk cuts made to emphasise her curvaceous form. She was on par with Tempest for her shapeliness, with teats about as big. Her submissive was a coltishly good-looking lavender stallion adorned in a smart silk shirt and tight faleath trousers. Spike caught the pegasus Dominant's azure eyes examining him and he managed a smile instead of looking away.

Tempest approached a high-backed throne that bore her emblem above it, her place being next to Nightfall, though he wasn't sure if that indicated anything or if it was coincidental. The other thrones had unique emblems above their headrests too, which he assumed belonged to the other Dominants. What did one have to do to get a place within this circle, he wondered? Tempest took her place, Nightfall to her left and the diamond dog to her right, and she smiled at Spike as she got comfortable, her look telling him there was nothing to be worried about.

Nightfall spoke again, addressing him directly. "You, boy, come here and stand before me."

Spike obeyed while his pulse climbed again, toeing in front of him as Aurora settled next to Tempest and lowered her head silently. Did this Master Nightfall really have this much power over everyone or was this just part of the dynamic of him 'having' power as he was hosting the party? Regardless, Spike did feel pulled by a greater will, and it was somewhat fair with the stallion hosting in his own home.

He stood a few hooves before Nightfall and straightened up, keeping his arms to the sides as the other Dominants and their submissives whispered amongst themselves, and he suppressed his trembling as best he could. It was more borne of excitement than fear at his predicament, although that didn't mean the latter wasn't present, his ear-fins had folded down completely. They could probably all hear his heart going a million miles a minute as he tried to take slow deep breaths. He was still partially erect from earlier, and that probably wasn't helped by his level of stimulation from the outfit purposely designed for teasing him, along with the fact he was beset on all sides by attractive creatures with wildly differing scents.

The dog lady leant over and said something in Tempest's ear, Tempest chuckling while her eyes warmly met Spike's, she looked so lovely in her outfit. She nodded towards Nightfall and Spike understood, turning his attention to their host and meeting his gaze, or where his gaze probably should have been coming from given the full mask. With how the stallion dressed and spoke, Spike was leaning a little more towards the whole thing being oddly sexy which wasn't a bad thing in his mind, just something not exactly explored.

Button and Gaillardet were rather quite strong to him, and larger, and the thought of those two touching his body had made his heart leap, so being presented to this stallion in a position of power was having a similar effect at least in that he just felt smaller. It made him feel as if the way he was being pulled by a clearly strong male was actually rather nice. It was certainly pleasant with his co-workers, so this Dominant that Tempest seemed to trust wasn't too different. It was wading even further into unknown territory of course, and he wasn't sure how far out these waters went.

He supposed he'd see what the night brought?

"You're not like most dragons, are you, boy? Much too effeminate and marely to fit in with them. No, you're much more suited for Equestria, aren't you? Far prettier than what they could appreciate," Nightfall grinned in a distorted echo. He lifted a hoof and motioned for Spike to come closer, Spike casting a cautious glance to Tempest who gave a brief and calm nod, so he acquiesced. It didn't go unnoticed by their host. "Fear not, boy, I'm a fair hoof with my own. You've seen how happy dear Chit is, no?"

Chit had already taken her place on one of the pillows next to the large throne between everything else, and she was beaming at Spike with an encouraging nod that devoid of any worry. Nightfall brushed his other hoof across her head and she happily leaned into it with a content smile etched across her muzzle. Spike took another step closer until there wasn't much distance between him and the stallion, and the scent of him filled Spike's senses, it was a strong sort of air. He couldn't make out what it was though, as with his face the scent was obscured and throwing off his senses. It was an enhancement on a natural scent, almost sharp in an agreeable way that said clean and professional.

"Kneel." Nightfall simply commanded.

Spike blushed and obeyed, his heart thundering in his ears.

"That's much better." Nightfall nodded, leaning forwards and resting a hoof under Spike's chin, lifting it gently as Spike stared at the eyeless mask hoping he was looking into the pupils behind it.

Nightfall took the opportunity to run his hoof over one of Spike's shoulders and across the top of his budding chest as he examined, trailing off from Spike's body as it reached an ample hip and passed just over the apex of his abs before his groin. Spike was keeping still and steady as Nightfall went, possibly gauging the reaction Spike was making, though he wasn't sure how to react in this situation as it was all extremely unfamiliar. It was likely that his body probably spoke for him as the brush of a powerful hoof near his lower region made his cock twitch slightly, and it was certainly noticed by Nightfall.

"Hm. Beautiful and exotic. You're very nicely proportioned in many areas, and it seems to me also rather well behaved. Both good things for a nouveau. I've not seen a dragon that wasn't covered up and out of my reach, and there's quite a lot more of you to see, isn't there?" Nightfall went quiet for a moment before speaking again. "You know, I believe I might be jealous that Spitfire has herself such an enrapturing and unique prize."

"You can be jealous by all means," Tempest spoke up with a smirk, to a few chuckles from the other Dominants and submissives around them as she gazed intently at Spike. "Ruby here is an incredibly rare beauty, and I'm very fortunate to have gained him as my own."

Spike went positively erubescent at the compliment.

"Ruby. Hm, fitting." Nightfall nodded. "Go on, boy, for now take your place by your Mistress's side. It would seem our last guest has arrived."

Spike quickly toed over to Tempest and knelt down as he would have done in her office, keeping his head bowed as he got comfortable on the pillow beside her throne. His heart was still pounding and he felt like he had a light sweat going, and he saw Aurora grin at him out the corner of his vision as she glanced up from next to Tempest on her other side, likely being amused by his introduction to their host.

"Doing alright?" Tempest said quietly in his ear as she leant over.

Spike nodded, breathing in and out. "Yeah. That wasn't too intense, Mistress."

"Glad to hear it. Let me know if it gets too much."

He nodded, peering up to watch the last Dominant arrive into the ballroom.

Another unicorn, a mare as well, possibly a pale lilac in colour. She was elegantly dressed like the Twins and their embrace, in a long black silk and lace dress that fit tightly to the upper body but flowed into ruffles as it led over her croup and backside to almost touch the floor. It was more as if she were attending a funeral, especially with the massively wide-brimmed hat she wore that had a smoky veil descending from it, surrounding her features to the point of complete obscurity. Only her horn was seen poking from under the hat, and he suspected magical enchantment in the silk veil.

A single cream-coated mare came in behind her, dressed in a lace-up gown into a short pleated skirt, her face partially hidden by a hood attached to the gown along with a separate blindfold. It seemed to Spike that a lot of Dominants shared their ideas of what styles worked best, including that of hiding the eyes, though he couldn't say it didn't work well. He couldn't make out much of the sub's features either beyond the bunched up tail having a two-tone of pale blues, but he supposed not being able to discern details was the point.

"Heorte, welcome," Nightfall greeted her from across the room, his voice carrying through enchantment in the mask. "And Dream, too."

"Apologies for my tardiness, Master Nightfall, it's been a very busy night tonight. I would hope this qualifies as fashionably late, hmm?" Heorte gave a neat curtsy, as did Dream. She sounded rather posh to Spike as if she were from beyond Equestria, from out towards the Albion Isles. They approached the dais and came up to the semicircle of thrones, Heorte gently taking her place on the throne as her submissive sat down on the pillow beside her, between the Twins and the gryphon on Nightfall's left side. Her head briefly turned towards Spike with apparent curiosity before turning back to greet the Twins and engaging in hushed whispers.

Nightfall idly tapped his hooves on the edge of his hoofrest in a tune to himself as Heorte settled, sitting a little taller in his throne. "With everyone present our night can commence. Now, if all guests would kindly pay attention?"

His voice grew slightly louder as he addressed the room, and everyone fell silent.

"I thank you all for being here, Dominants and their embraces. I welcome you all, to this, my home, and the seventh such gathering in recent memory. It has been a few months or so since our last get together as we've all been rather burdened, and I hope you've all been keeping well. Like myself, I know many of you have rather hectic lives, so for tonight as before; be rested in that you can at least enjoy your time here and relax into the weekend without the stress of your daily pursuits looming over your shoulder."

A short pause. His authority kept everyone waiting for him to continue.

"There are a few new faces with us, and while I've no doubt your Dominants have been dutiful to inform you at least in some small part, I say to these nouveau that within a host's home the outside world is quite disconnected. In here we are not the people we usually live as. To some degree there is crossover, naturally a complete split isn't entirely warranted, but on these occasions we have the opportunity to be someone else. For the ponies, cutie-marks are gone, and even for those who do not possess them your talents now lie elsewhere. Here, you serve your Dominant completely. Observe, learn, and grow. Obey, and be rewarded with love and care."

Spike smiled at the speech, it was nice.

"Now then, the protocol for tonight shall simply be kept at an appropriate medium. Medium is the baseline however, and if your Dominant tells you to adhere to higher restrictions, then so be it," Nightfall waved a hoof towards the stage. "Later we may enjoy our games, the usual and something new, and there will be entertainment, courtesy of many of our own and that of outside performers as we have enjoyed before. For now however as we settle, greet, and catch-up, a little music to soothe the mind."

With a brief flourish the stage blossomed with magic, and where it had been clear it was now occupied with a sizable band all garbed similarly to the attendants. An interesting touch of theatrics, Spike mused. The instruments as well as their bearers were all a mix, and they broke into a pleasantly relaxed melody that he felt leant towards orchestral with the greater amount of cellos in play.

Tempest rested a hoof on his shoulder. "From this point on, observe."

"Of course, Mistress." Spike bowed his head.