Rare Sweets Are Spike the Dragon's Treats
A gentle breeze whistled through the spacious cavern, its walls glittering with precious stones that cast a prismatic shimmer to penetrate the shadows. Rarity felt safer here than she had in her mother's womb, tucked away from civilization. She had heard tales about dragons collecting treasuries that could put a king to shame; but all that Spike brought here was what she asked him for, mostly pillows and blankets to make her home more comfortable. She needed nothing else but him.
She never even bothered with clothes anymore, not since the day he liberated her, despite his repeated offers to bring her beautiful dresses and the like. Her fingers traced the collar around her throat, the one item she deigned to wear. It was attached to a chain at her behest, a fact that had made him visibly uncomfortable at first, but he'd come to accept at her insistence.
“I'm yours,” she would often remind him. “Think of it as a symbol of the bond we share.”
Nor was it the only mark of him now; her bulbous breasts really had swelled out to become like udders, hanging loose and milky, stretched and so pale white her veins were visible. Her soft pink nipples had darkened to a purple that matched her hair and pubes, also widened to saucers, the slits at the tip of them beaded with milk that would sometimes drip over her curvature.
Her belly had almost impossibly bloated with his young, rounded. She traced her palms over with with a happy coo. She wasn't certain how many exactly were in there, but she could feel them kicking, waiting to be delivered.
Bare feet padded across the cool stone. He always warned her to be careful, worried she'd lose her footing, but she assured him she was much tougher than she appeared despite a lifetime practically spent in captivity. Her hands grabbed her ample buttocks, kneading them, their suppleness permanently branded with trios of diamond tattoos.
I've always been owned by someone. But this time, it was my choice alone. He's made me happier than anyone...even my family, shamed as I am to admit it. If only I could see them again, but...but I'd like to think they've moved on now and are content.
It was rather lonely in the rare moments Spike left. He mostly subsisted on gems found in the caves, but she needed real food, which he hunted and scavenged for her on a daily basis. He would even cook it for her with small flumes of fire he breathed; he'd used to burn it all the time, which he'd apologized profusely for, but she'd simply giggled and thanked him for his efforts.
And now? He could sometimes whip up a delicious feast on a particularly bountiful day!
“You need to eat up,” he'd tell her with a toothy grin. “So the babies will be big and strong, like me!”
She wandered to the cavern's mouth, her silhouette trailing over the glittery walls, and stepped onto the grass outside. The sun's rays kissed her bare skin, the blue skies cloudless. Wherever she looked stretched endless fields, untouched by mankind.
They'll try to tame it eventually, too. They destroy everything. But I'd sooner die than ever let them hurt my Spike.
Almost as if summoned by her thoughts, there was a sudden gust that flattened the greenery, and a long shadow enveloped her. She gazed upward at her majestic lover, his leathery wingspan beating, taut muscles encased in armor-like scales that didn't extend to his soft underbelly. He twitched fin-like ears, his spade-tipped tail swishing, a wicker basket filled with goodies carried in his snout which he dropped before her. He touched down carefully, folding his wings to his spiny back.
She immediately dashed to him, placed her palms on his pecs, pressing her breasts to him which mashed and leaked lactation over his chiseled musculature. “Oh Spikey-Wikey...I've missed you so,” she murmured blushing and nuzzling his maw.
He chuckled and studied her with those slit-like eyes. “Me too. Sorry, never been too good with words, but-”
“It's okay, darling. No need to force it.” She stared up at him, puckered her pouty lips, and he craned his neck and met them. She moaned low and leaned into the kiss, nibbling on his lower lips while she massaged his chest.
The body heat she radiated was nothing compared to his natural warmth. When they finally withdrew a trail of hot saliva still connected them, and she slowly, sensuous licked her entire mouth with a coy smile and bat of her thick eyelashes.
“I want you,” she stated in the sultriest voice she could manage.
“Yeah, but...shouldn't you eat first? Don't want the food to spoil.” He titled his head at the basket.
“It will keep. I won't.” She half-lidded her eyes and handed the chain to him. He took the end of the links in a claw, tethered to her collar, and he gulped hard. “Should I walk back to your lair, master? Or would you prefer if I crawl like an animal...?”
From the moment I met him it's like this side of me I never knew awakened. But why? I suppose it hardly matters. We're both happier than we've ever been. I know he'd never harm me, even though his kind are naturally predators and I am prey.
Neither of them knew about the addictive properties of a dragon's seed, at least not on a conscious level. It primed her to him each time they made love, imprinted on her, flooded her with all kinds of chemicals that made her sex thirst to receive him. No mere mortal man could ever hope to satisfy her now. She was an addict, submissive to a euphoria only he could provide.
“Uh...well...I'll let you pick.” He tried unsuccessfully to stifle a twist of his face in embarrassment.
“As master wishes~” She lowered herself to the ground, turning so that her backside faced him, and shot him a mischievous smirk over her shoulder. He grunted a little at a twitch in his loins, unable to look away from the amazing view; the pink ring of her rectum and darker shade of her glistening vagina, presented to him in a position ready to be mounted at his leisure.
He licked his lips on reflex. His nostrils flared with a snort. “Well then...forward,” he commanded.
She tittered and started to crawl, dawdling as much as possible to let him enjoy every exaggerated sway of her child-bearing hips, the bounce of pale fleshy buttocks, the swing of her tits which would knock together and drip-drop beads of milk.
He skulked on all fours behind her, holding the metal leash she'd made him attach, his twin cocks starting to peak out of their sheath, twitching with a subdued bounce. They were vermillion, naturally moist, and lined with fleshy ridges on their underside; made to scrape along a female's inner walls, caressing all her most intimate spots to pleasure her. Its how he'd first seeded her, the unspeakable orgasmic pleasure they delivered making her cervix expand to let him loose directly into her hungry womb.
She tittered and full-face flushed, wandering inwards, and he took the chain in his teeth, allowing him to walk on all fours behind her. By now her inner thighs were shamelessly slimy with her lubrication, her pussy churning with need, spitting wet trails out which shined under the phosphorescent lights. He groaned, his tips now laced in viscous precum.
Barely able to restrain himself anymore, his jaws opened wide, and past the rows of razor-sharp teeth emerged an elongated tongue. This he dragged over her lower orifices, and she squealed in delight while he tasted her, wiggling her bottom at him.
“I can't stand it any longer, my Spikey-Wikey! Take me now!”
He chuckled. “As the lady demands!” He sat and scooped her up, leaning against a wall as he placed her in a full-nelson; firm and dominant but careful not to harm her. Yet she also wanted him to make her submit, had trained him to do so.
He brushed her nether portions along his twin dicks, over her entrances, but refused to penetrate them. “D-don't tease me~”
His claws ran through her locks, over her scalp, and he hotly breathed into her ear, “But you like to be teased, don't you, you bad girl? It's what you do to me all the time.” He nipped her ear, pulled and sucked on it, making her squirm.
No one else could ever make me feel like this! It's like I can't get enough of him, ever since he claimed me on that day! Sometimes it's difficult for him to keep up with me despite his libido...but I know he always tries his best to please me.
Her eyes widened and her mouth twisted into a dopey, lusty smile that made her eyes glaze over when he wrapped his tail about her waist and lowered her onto his lap. His extensions spread her holes open with deliberate, slow moments, still teasing her slippery inner walls which kissed down his girth which made them conform to his shape.
Soon she was completely impaled on as much of his length as she could safely take; with practice she could now accept half of his cocks into her. No, it was more than that. Her body had somehow altered, stretchier, tougher on the inside despite her still incredibly soft exterior. Neither of them knew this was a result of his sperm, too, mutating his mate to better suit its breeder.
His claws grasped her pallid pillows, squeezing them, making them squirt ribbons of milk as more leaked down her. His tongue ran down, licking up her sweetness, tracing circles around one of her areola with playful flicks. She cupped the tit he wasn't tending, lifting up the milk jug and pressing it to her lips, as she too started to greedily suckle upon a perky nipple.
Her chain rattled with an echo that mixed with the sounds of her pussy squelching and their flesh slapping each time he skewered her. He still needed to take care, but the offspring she carried felt like they were in some sort of protective, bubble-like membrane inside her, one which made it extremely unlikely he'd ever rupture it by accident.
Dragons lay eggs...but that's not possible for me. So what will they be like? Will they look human, too? More like him? It does admittedly make me a tad anxious, however...I am certain we shall make a wonderful home for them here.
She rocked atop him with loud moans. There was no reason to be shy here, and she practically screamed out her pleasure, while he peppered her ears and neck with delicate kisses on occasion which made her tingle all the way to her ovaries.
“I can't believe they'd waste your talents like that,” he'd told her when she'd started to craft jewelry from the materials available with deft hands. “You could be a wonderful artist, and still all they could do was think to raise you like chattel!”
“It hardly matters now,” she'd replied with a somber smile. “You've offered me another chance. I've been reborn, so to speak. Why, where I come from, it's forbidden for women to read.” She'd started to teach herself using the books he'd brought her.
“I can't read at all,” he'd admitted with his head bowed.
“It's nothing to be ashamed of. We'll learn together, if you wish.” He'd nodded and they would often study before bed or after they made love. Not only did it ignite the spark of curiosity her village tried to repress, but she'd need to teach their children, too. She shook away her reverie, concentrating her full attention on her beloved, who happily serviced his lover.
Like always he restrained himself until she came first, which hardly proved difficult with all the hormones flooding through her. She whimpered and painted his groin, her legs shaking while her snatched milked him and her asshole clenched with a flex of her diamond-branded buttocks. “Oh Spike,” she cried with a chew of her lower lip and her eyes almost crossing.
He groaned under the backed up flow he'd halted, pulled free of her gaped holes and layered her again-and-again in fountains of his spunk. She tilted back her head and opened her mouth while it rained down, over her stuck out tongue and into her throat, washing over her naked flesh which warmed over from the slimy rivulets that clung to nearly every inch of her.
Turning aside his head, he breathed a small fiery plume, his balls spent. “Th-thanks,” he murmured.
She happily rested her crotch upon his half-flaccid cocks. “For you, darling? It's nothing.” She paused a moment. “But please, tell me...how fares my village? Surely you must be aware of its activities by now, what with their yearly traditions.”
“About that...I wanted to tell you sooner, but...you've been so happy lately and I didn't want to spoil it.”
Rarity pursed her lips. “What is it, Spikey-Wikey?” She traced his chin with her nails, one of the few parts of her not smeared in semen. Every time she breathed she inhaled its virile scent. “Whatever it is, I can handle it. Is my family-”
“They're fine. For the moment. But the harvest didn't go so well. They think you're to blame, that I didn't like their sacrifice enough, so...they've decided to try again early, this time with the second most beautiful maiden. And since they think your family's at fault, they've figured, well...your sister might just be enough to appease me and set their blunder right.”
“What?! Sweetie Belle!” She hopped down onto her feet, all business. “We must do something!”
“They're not the kind of people to change their minds, are they? Your parents are pretty much distraught. But don't worry. I'll just show up at the appointed place like last time, and carry her off to some far away town where-”
She took a step forward. “Bring her here. Please.” Kneeling before him, she was on the verge of tears.
“You don't even have to ask,” he assured her. “But are you sure that's what she'd want? She could have a relatively normal life out there. Not all civilizations are so backwards like where you were born, no offense. My offer still stands for you, too. I'd miss you terribly, but...but if you ever get sick of this lifestyle, I'll drop you off wherever you wish.” His face scrunched up in clear pain to deliver the words, yet she knew he didn't want her to feel trapped, to know he'd do whatever it took to please her.
Rarity smiled. “All I want is to be with you, my love. Especially now that we have a family on the way. We'll see what Sweetie Belle wishes, but I do hope she'll choose to stay with me. There's so much I still wish to do with her.” Her mind wandered back to old times, when they had oftentimes been inseparable, as Sweetie had always idolized her older sibling.
I was often too overly concerned with my own life, and neglected her. I regret it terribly, now. But this would be an opportunity to set it right. To teach her and show her how much she's loved. Plus, it would be nice to have some female companionship on occasion. And human, for that matter. Spike's life experiences are so very different from my own.
She strolled into the back of the cave, where a pool of sparkling water waited amidst the rocks. He followed and breathed a small cone of fire over it, careful not to reduce it to steam or make it boil, warming it up to a suitable temperature. Stepping into it after a dainty touch with her toes, she ran palms over her curves, rinsing his runny seed from her with a coy smile.
He yawned and curled up on the bank, no doubt tired from a long day spent to take care of her. She waded close to him, nuzzled his snout and kissed its tip, while he started to drift into a carefree slumber. Once she finished her bath, she clambered out and cuddled up beside him, basking in his natural warmth and feelings each subdued breath he too reverberate across her bare skin.
*****
Thick locks cast around Rarity, who straddled between the spines upon Spike's back, holding on tight while they sailed across the sky. Still she didn't bother to dress, except for the collar which she never removed, enjoying the wind's kisses all over her naked, ivory flesh. His wingspan stretched out, and he kicked his legs in preparation to land, settling into a glide.
The mountain's sacred cliff waited ahead. She could make out the podium, and upon it a tear-stricken Sweetie Belle, standing completely bare save for a choker around her neck and manacles that kept her chained there; just like she had been before her love's arrival. Her physique almost matched Rarity's own from that time, albeit a little thinner, and her buttocks were branded with a similar set of diamond tattoos; she wasn't even allowed her own unique design, just considered a replacement for her.
Those brutes! Oh, I wish Spike would torch those in charge! But then I must consider the consequences...
She bristled with righteous indignation, gritting her teeth and narrowing her eyes. To upend their tyrannical order would mean the end of her village. And what then? Displaced people like her parents, their faith crushed perhaps, hearts heavy with vengeance as they turned upon the dragon who had scorned them. It could spell disaster for all of them.
A high-pitched scream erupted from Sweetie who thrashed in her bindings. “I-I don't want to die!” To her credit she didn't empty her bladder like Rarity had, which made her flush at the memory. “Get away from me, you monster!”
Spike approached slowly as he could. His passenger tried to call out to Sweetie, but between the winds and the beat of his wings her words were muffled. He landed and lowered himself, allowing the sacrifice to see Rarity sitting upon him.
“R-Rarity?!” She squeaked and shook her bouncy curls. Her pallid skin was also slathered in nectar, making it shine under the sun, her face also caked in makeup. Her breasts while smaller were also incredibly perky, topped by delicate pink nipples which were stiff in the cool air, and she sported a heavier bush of pubic hair, which like her mane also came in a variety of colors.
“Yes dear. Spike is a friend.” She slid down and pressed herself to him. “Please, introduce yourself.”
He waved with a toothy smirk. “Uh, name's Spike, but you already know that, huh?”
“You can talk?!” She was hyperventilating, her world turned upside-down again in an instant.
“Yeah. I don't like to be thought of as a monster. Although I understand since some of us eat humans. Here, allow me.” He cautiously reached out with his claws, and applied the small amount of force necessary to bend the metal, freeing her.
She rubbed her reddened wrists suspiciously. “What happened to you, Rarity?”
“It's quite a tale. What matters is we're together now. And...” She wrapped her arms about his snout and pressed herself upon him. “I've chosen to become his lover. He's taken me somewhere that assures I'll always be safe.”
Sweetie's face turned pink and studied her belly. “That means you two have...?”
She's still so innocent. We've bathed together plenty of times, but I suppose Sweetie sees this as different, what with how naturally sensuous I must look with this impossibly rounded belly and breasts.
Milk beaded the slits of her purple nipples even now, but she simply tittered at the realization, completely unashamed of her naturally erotic figure. Her hips moved with a swagger when she approached her sister, and clasped her close, planting a kiss on her temple. Everything shall be fine,” she assured Sweetie brushing the tears off her cheeks.
Sweetie looked to him. “Dragons live a really long time, don't they?”
“Yeah...” His face fell when he studied Rarity. “Hundreds, maybe even thousands of years? Can't recall ever hearing about one dying of natural causes. They just get bigger with age. I'm pretty young by the standards of my race, but luckily we physically mature fast. Still, I have to admit it pains me to think the woman I love will be gone in the blink of an eye in my lifetime.”
“Oh Spike...” She massaged his scales, noticing his eyes were watering too. “That only makes our time more precious.”
He trembled under her with surprising vulnerability. “If only I could somehow trade years of my life with you. But that's just a dream. Anyhow, Sweetie Belle? Do you want to come see our home? I can take you anywhere you want afterward, if you'd prefer. No need to rush, you can think it over once we're there. Just hop on board when you're ready and we'll be off!”
“Huh...” Sweetie nibbled on her index finger. “It does sound like quite an adventure!” She bounced back to her peppier self, the one Rarity recalled before fate had chosen to temporarily separate them. “I can hardly believe this is happening!” She proved nimble as always, climbing up behind her older sister and clinging to her with a giggle. “Wow, you're all, uh, milky!”
“One of the many joys of motherhood,” replied Rarity as Sweetie curiously stroked her swollen stomach.
“Remember, hold on tight!” Spike unfurled his wingspan and gently kicked off. His flight was slow and deliberate, taking as much caution as he could to make certain the risk to his passengers was minimal. Cries of delight sounded from Sweetie who stared wide-eyed in wonder at the lands passing below, while he and Rarity laughed with her, bound homeward.
*****
By the time they arrived darkness had started to fall. Spike carefully set them down, and Rarity took her sister by the hand, leading her in. “Whoa...” Sweetie's head darted about to take it all in; the crystalline shards in a rainbow of colors embedded into the stone, the layers of blankets and pillows, the stacks of books; compared to their life in the village it was luxury.
He padded in after them. “Feel free to look around! There's a pool in the back if you want to bathe, or maybe you'd prefer some clothes?” He nodded to the dresses placed atop a sheet. “Or how about something to eat?”
Sweetie cringed when her tummy rumbled. “Well, I am a little hungry...”
“You two settle in while I fetch some stuff.” He skulked away while they sat on the fluffiest blanket available.
For a moment neither sister spoke. Sweetie fidgeted a little, then clasped Rarity's chain, staring at it. “What's this all about?” She rattled it a few times. “You're not his slave, are you? He acts nice, but don't tell me he forced you into this!”
“Not at all. In fact, he was rather uncomfortable with this...at first. I had to convince him this was my wish. It might sound paradoxical, but I find this rather liberating. He does what I wish and I do my best to please him in return, despite the limits of my flesh.” She wished to take more of him, no, all of him, but knew that would prove fatal.
It's more than that, too. A juvenile attempt at revenge on the men who controlled me my entire life. That decided I was property from birth, just because I was born female, denied me anything but the most basic education and demanded I be servile. How they would balk to see me now, prostrated before a dragon, prepared to bear his spawn. But he showed me far more kindness than any man other than my father ever did. To think what would have become of me if I hadn't been chosen as a sacrifice...
She'd heard tales about drunken husbands who yelled at and beat their wives. Her mouth curled in disgust. Then she softened when refocusing on Sweetie who said, “Just wanted to make sure. It's still a little weird, though, seeing you like this.” Her blush deepened every time she studied her older sister's body, unable to think of anything but sex at how fertile she was.
“You'll become accustomed to it...if you choose to stay. Please, tell me you will, Sweetie.” She took her delicate hands and squeezed them. “Whatever you want, I'm certain Spike shall provide it. All you need do is ask.”
“Except for our parents,” replied Sweetie with a sigh and a bow of her head.
“Yes, well...I have adjusted. I'd ask Spike to inform them, but will they keep his secret? I'd hate to have him hunted, simply because none of us can move on. Besides, I doubt whatever is out there could possibly be better than this.”
Sweetie heaved her shoulders. “I wouldn't know.”
“Do you mind standing and turning around?” Sweetie shot her a curious look, then did as instructed, while Rarity focused on the diamonds branded to her plush buttocks. She placed her hands upon the soft flesh, traced it with an ambivalent purse of her lips, her mind brought back to the day when Sweetie had been marked. With permission she'd come to support her, held her hand, winced when they put a rope in Sweetie's mouth to bite down on when the red hot pokers were applied.
She could still hear her banshee-like wails, picture hot tears, smell cooked flesh. Thankfully it was over soon and Sweetie was left to weep in her arms. That was far from the only humiliation either when one came of age as a potential sacrifice; observers were sent to exam their most intimate regions, to make certain they had taken care to keep their hymens intact.
“I'm sorry. If only I could have done something sooner...” Rarity shut her eyes, unable to restrain a tear.
Sweetie shook her head. “It's hardly your fault. I'm over it. Mostly. I would like to stay with you, but I'd like to settle down someday, too. And it's not like I'd have any options here, since I'd be like a third wagon wheel!”
“About that. I have an arrangement in mind. If you and Spike are open to it.” She brightened when he returned and placed the wicker basket near them. “Oh, Spike~!” She batted her thick lashes like she always did to charm him.
“Hey.” He settled onto his haunches. While he tried to maintain his noble demeanor, it was obvious from the attempts at subtle glances from the corner of his eye that he was quite curious about Sweetie's body, too. He awkwardly shifted through the stuff he'd brought when she gazed back with a raised eyebrow. “I, um, wasn't sure what you'd like, so I brought a little of everything.” He tipped it over and let the contents spill across the blankets; everything from clothes, to books, to food.
Our parents always taught us to be generous. And why shouldn't I share with my dear sister? I've heard most nobles have mistresses, and I know Spike will treat us well. Plus, Sweetie Belle and I would never need be apart again.
“I have a proposition. And I want the both of you to hear me out completely, without judgment. Sweetie Belle, dear, why not become his lover with me?” Rarity took her hands with a mirthful smile, then turned to her lover. “Would that be acceptable? Consider it. He would take care of and protect us, and he's never asked me for anything in return. Not that I wasn't happy to thank him in the sole way I could.” He scratched the back of his scaly neck with a bashful smirk when she winked.
“You wouldn't have to be my lover. I'd let you stay, or just visit, if you prefer,” said Spike.
Sweetie looked between them. “Maybe. You are kind of handsome,” she admitted with a poke into his chest. “Sure, why not?”
“I don't think this is a decision to be made lightly,” he gently rebuked. “I mean, are you two certain you're okay with this? The last thing I want is to come between sisters, stir up jealousy, and ruin what I have! You know how dragons are. Okay, maybe you don't, but we're naturally kind of lazy, greedy, and lustful, and it's hard for me to always keep that in check!”
“Think of this as a test,” chided Rarity. “For all of us. Over the next week we'll see how it plays out, then decide.” She planted a hand on her hip and watched them mull it over. Sometimes their eyes would shyly lock only to hastily avert.
Ever since I can remember, Sweetie Belle wanted to be just like me. I was her idol. But I can tell she's changed quite a lot in our time apart, matured in some fashions, yet she still maintains that childish sense of wonder and mischief.
“That sounds fine to me,” said Spike. “But if you change your mind at any time-”
“I'm in too,” chirped Sweetie who threw her slender arms around his neck with a laugh. “You're so warm and cuddly! Not at all how I expected a dragon to be! Figured you'd be cold-blooded and cruel, uh, no offense.”
“Nah, it's understandable. Glad I didn't turn out how they like to depict my kind in stories! Now, are you two ready to eat?” His slit eyes followed them while they sat on the blankets, digging through the fresh fruits he'd gathered from the wild. He yanked a shard of crystal off the wall, and crunched down, making them giggle from the way his teeth glittered amidst his messy chewing.
It's almost too perfect. Like I'm living in a fairy tale, or an unending dream. Is it too wonderful to last?
Shaking such thoughts away, she daintily ate a light meal, and indulged in idle chatter with them. She and Sweetie shared their life stories with him, a subject he'd never broached before out of politeness, explained its backwards customs and how maidens were almost powerless there.
Was it any wonder she'd run away with him, rather than face such an alternative?
Rare Sweets Are Spike the Dragon's Treats
Lazy days passed without incident. But that was the way Rarity preferred it She had lived a rather simple life in her village as a seamstress, one of the few jobs allowed to potential maiden sacrifices. Once she had designed all sorts of fancy garments, or at least the fanciest she could manage with the materials her poor family could afford. She had sorted through the costumes that Spike had delivered with Sweetie Belle, but in truth she felt far more comfortable not bothering with clothes anymore.
Clothing is a human invention, after all. And from what I've seen most of them are terrible. Much as I cherish my appearance, there are times when I wish I was like Spike. If I were a dragon, too, we could be even closer perhaps...
She noted Sweetie hadn't bothered to wear a stitch of clothing since she'd arrived, either, despite how she often picked through the bundle of dyed silks that came from far off, wealthier lands. Sweetie was hunched down right now, her singing echoing through the cave while she pressed a scarf to her breast. The fluorescent crystals mad her pallid skin glow.
Is this my influence, too? Sweetie has always looked up to me, but would she go this far to replicate her idol...?
“It's not bad here,” noted Sweetie. “Surprisingly warm and cozy.”
“Anything I can do to make it more comfortable? Just ask,” called Spike who left them alone a few hours each day to hunt and gather. He'd promised them it was quite safe in their secluded home, but always hurried back; just in case.
“I'm fine, really. A little bored sometimes,” admitted Sweetie who was used to freely running about her village, or at least to the extent the village keepers would allow. “But I'm sure that will change once I'm better at reading!”
“We can't rush it,” reminded Rarity. “I'm hardly skilled myself.”
“About that...I mean, the part about learning. Well, um...” Sweetie stared at her fingers which fiddled about. “If you do expect me to become Spike's lover too...I'll need to learn everything.” She looked up and nodded at Rarity's collar and chain.
Rarity stroked the cool metal on reflex. “Are...are you certain? It seems rather fast...”
“I'm not a child,” reminded Sweetie who planted both hands on her hips with a scoff. “Whatever this entails, I can handle it. I'll have to if I want to be worthy!” She crushed her soft breasts upon the drake's chest with a mischievous grin.
“If you're certain, Sweetie dear. Fetching a collar for you will take time, though-”
Spike's voice boomed when he cleared his throat. “Well, actually...” A rattle sounded when he plucked a replica of what Rarity wore from his treasure pile. “I have quite a few of these leftover, from the other women I've brought to this cave.”
“Other women...?” Rarity's heart skipped. “Of-of course. I shouldn't have assumed I was your first-”
He shook his head. “No, don't misunderstand. I've had a couple relationships of sorts with a few other dragons, but they never went anywhere. They've always considered me too soft. As for human women, well, most are naturally scared of me. I allowed some to stay here for a time, but they all eventually asked to move on. It is rather lonely here, I'll admit.”
“Oh Spike,” whispered Rarity, ashamed at the pang of jealousy which had momentarily gripped her..
“That's sad! But don't worry! I'll cheer you up!” Sweetie tickled him under his snout with a titter. Sucking in a deep breathe, she closed her eyes and raised her chin, stepping on her tiptoes to meet him. He looked to Rarity with a gulp and she nodded. He placed the collar around Sweetie's neck, and locked it into place with a click, the shiny chain dangling from it.
A muted squeak escaped her when she touched her new binds with trembling hands.
*****
Sweetie Belle could feel their eyes upon her. Somehow, she hadn't really felt naked until now. She self-consciously shifted on her heels, her face warmed over, gazing down at her incredibly perky tits with fully erect nipples, the tuft of colorful pubes upon her mound. Without thinking she clenched her buttocks, feeling her body start to heat up all over as she cast them a nervous smile.
She'd always loved to be the center of attention, perhaps even more than her sister, and it made her giggle to see Rarity suck in a breath, to watch Spike's attempts to be polite crumble while his eyes trailed over her with open lust. She clasped her hands behind her with an innocent look, swayed her breasts and buttocks with subtle movements that made her flesh wobble.
“Why don't we start now? I'm more than ready~” She winked at them.
“We don't need to rush,” reminded Spike who was nevertheless drooling at the prospect.
“It's my choice.” Sweetie's heart raced when she moved closer to him.
If I don't do this, I'll be in Rarity's shadow forever! That's not what I really want, right? I mean, I want to be like her, but not just like her! And she's right; I'd prefer not to be separated from her, plus Spike seems plenty handsome and nice...
Rarity appeared at her side and wrapped an arm around her waist. She drew her into a tender embrace, bosom-to-bosom, her eyes closed when she leaned in and met her lips. Slowly they kissed, their hands wandered more on instinct, and milk dripped down them in thick droplets. Spike licked his chops, unable to kook away even if he wanted to.
They settled onto a blanket, and Rarity continued to take the lead. She parted her legs, and locked them with Sweetie's. She sidled forward on her bottom, until their meaty pussy lips finally kissed, swollen and moist. Noisy squishes sounded each time their pussies met, tethered together by strings of shiny juices, their mouths letting out soft moans.
“Your tits are so huge now,” cried Sweetie. “Not to mention your nipples!” She stared at the saucer-like areola which now took up quite a wide radius of her droopy udders. Shifting about, their inflamed clits rubbed, glistening under lubricant that ran down their puckered assholes. “Mmm...h-hey,” she managed to whimper as their faces heated over. “Aren't we supposed to-”
“Yes, indeed. Oh Spike~!” Rarity continually mashed their clams while she nodded him over.
He stalked over in an almost predatory manner. Barely able to restrain himself anymore, he extended his elongated tongue, and slipped it between the clefts of their snatches. Gradually he dragged it up-and-down while the sisters continued to scissor each other senseless, traced between their soaked pink walls, lapped up their releases with a ravenous hunger.
“In-intense,” shrilly cried Sweetie who threatened to buckle under over-stimulation.
Rarity's told me lots about dragons...like how according to Spike most of their males have a harem as a symbol of status! They're supposed to be greedy, lazy, quick to anger...and lusty! Well, he's certainly that, at least!
I-I'm close,” admitted Rarity. “And from the way your flower is quaking, I take it you are, too. Together.” More schlicks sounded, and their twats slammed with harsh thrusts of their hips, until their dams broke almost in unison; they spattered over the other with messy squirts, and their moans reverberated, their orifices clenching and flexing.
Spike drank down as much as he could, his claws greedily encircling a tit of each sister, squeezing them and making thick spurts of lactate erupt from Rarity's milky, vein-lined orb. His cocks throbbed, eager to be buried within his mates.
“Our turn to please him,” said Rarity who started to crawl to him. Sweetie followed, and he toothily leered, chains pulled taut under his muscular arms. They knelt before him while he sat on his haunches. “Go ahead, Sweetie. Smell your master's cock. Taste it.” She took one of his wet pink rods and delicately pecked its tip to demonstrate.
Sweetie blinked several times while she took his other dick in.
It's so big...how will it ever fit?! What a powerful scent, too! Not to mention all those weird ridges...
Playfully she poked and traced them. He stirred with a low groan and nostril flare. She too kissed his tip, rather clumsily and wetly by comparison, which actually appeared to stir him up even more. Her twat clenched with need on thin air, determined to be filled, and her wetness sluiced down her inner thighs. Her head started to swim while she inhaled his musk.
What's happening to me? It's like I can...hardly think straight...
Not that she minded. His precum slathered her lips, and she inhaled his musk, which overpowered the air. She started to work her hands along his slippery shaft, in tandem with her sister who worked over his other twin cock, and together they started to lick and suck upon him. Her eyes glazed over like Rarity's, never anywhere near this wet in her life as her birth canal prepared itself for her. His pre oozed down, and they lapped it up, let it coat their tongues as their flesh warmed over in anticipation.
His claws rested atop their scalps, and he pushed them down with a bit more firmness. Their lips wrapped around his tips, nursing them, drawing circles about their girth with each lap. He lifted his snout and spat a few tiny embers.
In contrast to Rarity's slow ministrations which teased him out, Sweetie almost violently attacked his dick, and he wheezed with small spurts of ashen smoke from his nose. Rarity seized a handful of her hair and pulled her from him.
“Oh, come on!” Her face was bright red, her mouth still attached to him by ribbons of mixed saliva and his release.
“Now, now, Sweetie. A proper slave is supposed to put her master's pleasure first.”
“I didn't mind,” wheezed Spike but she ignored him.
“Now it's time for the real deal. We're all sufficiently worked up by now. Are you ready to deflower your latest maiden?” Rarity helped place back Sweetie, and pushed open her legs. She then used a couple fingers to slowly part her sister's lips. He was offered a complete view of her womanhood; the bright pink of her slimy walls, her clitoris and urethra, her unbroken hymen.
Sweetie leaked from her sexhole, over the ring of her rectum. “I-I'm ready. Claim me, Spike!” She leaned back, rested her head in Rarity's warm lap, and sucked in a breath. Her legs lifted back, until her feet were around her head, positioned to be bred.
Carefully he pressed himself to her orifices. She squirmed and squeaked while he wormed his way into her. Her eyes rolled into her head and her toes curled. She clenched around him, tried to suck him in further with a nibble of her lower lip, but he didn't dare penetrate too deep. A thin red trail dribbled from her, she winced with a soft cry, and Rarity squeezed her hands.
“You're doing well, Sweetie,” whispered Rarity who planted small kisses on her neck.
Sweetie reached up when he leaned forward and wrapped her arms about his craned neck. He locked lips with her, and then Rarity, the drake and the two sisters trading wet smacks between them. With deliberate movements of his hips, he pushed into her, his musculature drawn. She was even tighter than her sibling, and her nails dug into his scales.
Her buttocks smacked under his pushes. She stared up at Rarity's milk-stained titties, her smile twisted into a stupefied manner.
His claws raked along their curves, kneaded ample flesh, and his tongue flicked over them.
I-I can hardly believe how wonderful this all feels! He's so strong but tender, I...
“I can't...inside,” he warned with a low grumble. His tail started to swish faster, his wingspan unfurled, as all his instincts screamed for him to seed his newest mate. She sensed his attempted withdrawal, and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight to her, her fuckholes clamped with all her might and her face warped with a crazed sense of raw animal lust.
“Sw-Sweetie!” He groaned, and barely held back most of his load, but the packets that escaped swirled in a torrent into her.
“Spike~” She wailed and her eyes went cross, the sheer force of the overflowing running around her holes, and her stomach bloated up to a swell under his spunk. He yanked free of her gaped tunnels, continually shot himself all over both sisters with bucketfuls of cum, coated them all over while Sweetie felt his splooge churn in her womb and spattered him with her own spurts.
“Good girl,” crooned Rarity who rubbed her sister's tits. “Let it all out.”
Sweetie huffed in Rarity's arms, barely able to stay conscious while she reveled in her afterglow. Sex was even better than she imagined; or maybe it was just him? She was pleasantly sticky all over, and laughed to herself.
“Whenever a lady makes a mess, she should clean it up, shouldn't she?” Rarity scooped up handfuls of his sperm that lathered their shimmery flesh and slurped it up. Sweetie did the same, as it coated their tongues, clung to their gums, stuck between their teeth. They swished the salty, thick whiteness about, gargled it with their mouths wide open, showing their work to him.
Rarity tipped her face forward and slowly let a thick trail cascade from her lips. Sweetie opened her mouth to accept it, and sat up, her head twisted so they could make out and swap the exchanged mass between them repeatedly.
They playfully wrestled a little with shared laughter, rubbed their slick bodies over each other, and licked the other clean.
Guess I'm finally a woman. I've never felt so hot inside, so full! What else could I ever want?
*****
For his part Spike couldn't be more contented either. Most of his life had been spent alone. He'd hatched in the wild, his parents unknown to him, and struggled to survive while he grew larger and stronger. Most of what he'd learn was from studying humans from afar; the few times he'd been foolish enough to try and approach them, he'd quickly been driven off.
While he'd never been so brazen as to ask the maidens he rescued to become his lovers, he'd certainly wished for their company. He'd hoped that unlike his kind, who treated him like an outcast, they might prove more receptive; but most could only view him as a monster. But he'd finally discovered a pair of women who desired his company as much as he wanted them.
They settled into a routine. Rarity continued to train Sweetie in the art of submission, and he would bring them gifts, bathe with them in the heated pool, cuddle with them while they slumbered. And to keep him enticed, they would often surprise him.
Sometimes, they would wake him up slow with a bout of tag-team fellatio. Or they would straddle him while he reclined on his back in a deep sleep, take him into themselves, work him up until he awakened ready to burst.
Better be careful, or complacency will make me fat and lazy! I've met a few dragons like that.
They would oftentimes manipulate him with their feminine allure; but he relished the attention. There was no doubt; he'd seeded Sweetie too, who could barely contain herself around him. And rather than keep them cooped up in a cave, he often took them out into the fields now; where they could wander about under his watchful eye, take in the sunlight and the breeze.
“Love you both,” he said while they walked through the grass.
“We love you too, Spikey-Wikey. Isn't that so, Sweetie Belle darling?” She held her smaller hand.
“Uh-huh!” She rubbed her own tummy, glowing with shameless euphoria at her new role in life while she hummed.
Hanging back, he admired the way the sun's rays kissed their buttocks, framed by cute dimples. He walked on all fours in a circle around them, pretended that he was admiring the view of the scenery, when it truth he wanted to drink them in from every angle. They exchanged a look with a giggle, and strolled up to meet him, his wings wrapping around the duo.
They've taught me so much in a short time. I'm so lucky I ran into them. There's nothing else I'd ever need!
Suddenly Rarity swayed and placed a hand to her forehead. “I...I feel a little under the weather...”
Sweetie sank to her side. “Are you about to go into labor?!”
“No, I don't think so, I...” She rose back to her feet and the diamond brands upon her buttocks started to glow a bright blue with a hum that made her tingle. “Something is happening to me, I can feel it. Spike...?”
“I'm here.” he rushed over to meet her with a snout drawn in concern.
She has been pregnant for quite a long time, much longer than a normal human woman. The last thing I want to do is see her harmed! But it's not like we can take it back now! Oh please, let her be okay. And what about Sweetie? Is she at risk, too...?
Both of them had noticed the alterations to her; the higher body temperature, and beneath the soft surface she had become hardier, more pliable, far easier to take him. Which was fortunate since his sperm proved addictive as it further mutated her each time they made love. And now it resonated with the magic infused in her tattoos, as her transformation commenced.
Gradually a pair of leather wings unfurled from her back. She danced in euphoria with a low moan, her fingers and toes turning into claws, and a tail complete with a spade arose from atop her bottom. He and her sister watched in awe, while she settled into her new form, otherwise exactly like her usual self. She smiled warmly at them as her insides tingled, reborn.
“I understand now.” She massaged her stomach. “I needed to be altered to safely deliver our offspring.”
Spike protectively stroked her mane and back. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, I am. All I desire is to be with both of you.” She drew them close to her and his wingspan tenderly snared them.
“You're somehow even more radiant,” observed Sweetie. “Is it permanent?”
“I'm not sure. I suppose we shall see.” She held them both and rested her head on his shoulder while he ducked down.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow, he felt it would all be okay. Plus, it would be a chance to teach each other. He'd show her what dragons were capable of, how nice it felt to sail freely through the skies. Perhaps he'd be able to do the same with Sweetie, in time. He scooped them onto his spiny back, and carried them back home as the sun started to dip below the horizon.
