Fluttering into Spike the Dragon's Heart

The wilderness seemingly stretched forest, a vast, living network that appeared to watch Spike and Ember while they crossed over it. A multitude of colors bloomed below; neons and pastels, exotic flora of the types neither had ever seen and a few that didn't appear to be natural at all. They could easily lose themselves in the labyrinthine sea of wildlife below.

They dared not fly too low and scanned the areas, circling around for miles. After a time their wings began to tire, midday kissing them with rays of sunlight, the blue skies rolling with fluffy white clouds that made bizarre patterns.

Both chose to perch atop one of the tallest and thickest trees. He cradled Ember to him, who huffed while sweat beads rolled down her lithe curves. Her skin glistened in the sunlight which caressed them. “Maybe I should take back my dragon form. I'll need to eat a lot more, but on the upside it can take far more abuse than these fleshy forms.”

“Whatever you think is best. Although you do look quite nice this way,” he admitted.

“Thanks.” She softly flushed and smiled. “Still, I'd best...huh?” She tapped her choker and the gemstone embedded within refused to resonate. “Why isn't it working? Can't have burnt out the charge, I haven't even used it in quite a while!”

But before she could question it further a nest of vines started to crawl up the petrified trunk. They slithered almost silently, the rustle of leaves in the breeze muffling what little noise they made.

Their fin-like ears twitched at their approached; but the emerald-and-brown extensions shot up before either could react. They seized Ember's wrists and ankles, dragging her down.

“Hey!” She inhaled and breathed a cone of fire, setting some of them ablaze, smoke rising as more came to replace them.

Spike hurtled into action only to find himself blocked by dozens more of the creatures. However these were also lined in thick bulbs, one in the midst purple with a spiky scarlet collar. Opening up its pink tip into three sections, with yellow lips, tentacle-like coils wiggled from within it, seizing him. It unleashed a thick cloud of miasma-like pollen, immediately dizzying him.

“Tatzlwurm,” cried Ember between fiery blasts. “But I've never seen one quite like this!”

He realized they were being assaulted from every last direction, that the entire forest was their enemy, able to see them from every direction and instantly react. Even a horde of dragons would struggle to overcome the odds, let-alone two already at a disadvantage. They were tiring themselves out straining to wiggle free and unleashing the infernos within their bellies.

“They're running us ragged,” lamented Ember while they were yanked into the mass that closed over them and blotted out the sun. It wasn't unlike how they hunted prey, letting them tire themselves out before they finally moved in for the kill...

*****

Spike's head swam while he slowly stirred back to consciousness. His ear twitched at what sounded like drumbeats, flutes, and tambourines. His eyes gradually blinked open, his surroundings swimming into view.

For the moment most of what he saw were bare feet, dancing across the earth, wildly kicking up small dust clouds while they whirled between blades of grass.

Nonetheless his thoughts were focused on Ember. He drew his muscles taut, strained to rise, but it felt like he was moving in a dream. The surreal sights that swam into view didn't help. A number of men and women, completely naked save for decorations such as flowers in their hair hurled themselves about, soaked in perspiration and wines which that drank and poured over them.

A fire crackled at the center, casting shadows over them, reflecting off their glittering skin. He couldn't tell if it were actually the dead of night or simply the forest which enclosed them which otherwise cast the area in darkness. Laughter and giggles sounded. He managed to rise with a wince and settled onto his haunches. “Ember,” he whispered through his sore throat.

“I'm fine. It's all okay.” She smiled and wandered over, taking his claw.

“What's happening?” He continued to look around while she crouched beside him. His sights settled on a wicker man, the type he'd seen used to burn witches in more primitive hovels, partially reshaped into a throne; and upon it sat the strangest creature he'd ever seen. Some sort of haphazard composite from a number of races slapped together without rhyme or reason.

Spike narrowed his eyes. “Are you...?”

“Discord? Why, yes I am!” He chuckled and scratched his beard. Reclining backwards with his snake-like shape, he was impossibly tall and wiry, one of his paws biting into the wicker. “Please excuse the rough welcoming, but you two did invade my territory. Not that either of you are a threat to me; you never would have found me if I hadn't allowed it!”

He took a moment to let it sink in when Ember said, “Father gave us an impossible task. He never wanted you to succeed!”

“Which will make it even better when you return home and prove him wrong,” said Discord who cast back his head and laughed. “Oh, it'll be priceless! Naturally, I can't simply offer an alliance for free...” Around him gathered a pair of nymphs at his sides; one with a thick pink mane that half-covered her face, her body the most voluptuous he'd ever witnessed.

The other was much stranger but also lovely in an earthy way; reddish-brown locks that matched her thick brows, her half-lidded eyes suited to a half-crooked smile, her assets also quite bountiful. They pressed themselves to Discord's arms.

“I've talked it over with him a little,” admitted Ember.

“I don't ask much. Just that you two help entertain me. You'll love it, I promise.” He winked slyly. “And to do that...Fluttershy, Tree Hugger? How would you dears like to show him the pleasures he could indulge in here?”

“I would love too,” said Fluttershy in a soft-spoke tone. Her eyes shyly darted at the dragon with curiosity with a smile.

“Looks like fun,” said Tree Hugger who strolled beside her with a waggle of her strong hips. They traced their palms and nails down his scales; he tensed with a low, pleasant hiss at their tender touches. “Heh, I think he totally likes it!”

“This is my first time seeing a dragon,” whispered Shy who stroked his tail. “And it will be my first time with one, too...”

Gently Spike pushed them away, despite how wonderful it felt when they crushed their unbelievably soft bodies upon him. “Wait up. I...it's not like you two aren't cute, but I already have a couple of women waiting at home for me.”

Shy's face fell with a small whimper. “That's a shame...”

Ember said, “Father did say whatever means necessary...and Rarity and Sweetie did give you the okay to do what you must.”

“You'll miss a really wild party,” reminded Hugs with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a tilt of her head at the other dancers. “We were, like, nothing but a couple of wood nymphs until Discord took us in, you know?”

“That's what most of these people are,” said Shy who waved at the others who drank and whirled near the flames.

It appeared rather dangerous but Discord almost seemed to read his mind when he said, “Don't worry. I have everything under control. Just a click of my fingers and I could put out a blaze! Since I can warp reality at will, it's no wonder the Dragon Lord's scared to face me...not that he'd ever dare admit it. Seems like his daughter is far braver than he is!”

The creature twisted through the air when he floated over to them. “You want to talk it over with this Rarity and Sweetie Belle? Well, I can make that happen.” He snapped and the air rippled. A hole pierced the air, the portal leading into the cave where Rarity, Sweetie, and Smolder were tending to the batches. “There! Go on, you can freely walk between them!”

Rarity stared out the window between different areas of the world. “What is this....? Spike? Ember?”

Smolder stood and instantly her gem glowed. In a flash she reverted from her humanoid form into an orange dragon, small of stature compared to many, but well-toned and with larger-than-average horns for a female. She growled and bared her teeth, wingspan parted and ready to spring at the stranger. “Who are you?! And what do you want?!”

“Wait,” called Spike. “His name's Discord. Ember and I are okay.”

“Although I did worry a bit when he temporarily removed my gemstone's magic,” admitted Ember.

“Simply a precaution. Not that you could possibly hurt me,” added Discord who twirled around them. “But Fluttershy and Tree Hugger? Well, I couldn't risk a stray fire hitting them while I was distracted...” He wrapped his arms around the pair and pulled them to him. They nuzzled him back with blushes, clinging to him while he removed their gravity and allowed them to float beside him. “Go on, take your time. I'm not really the patient sort, but I'll find some way to amuse myself.”

With a nod Spike skulked into his lair. He immediately hugged his lovers, and Smolder relaxed, but still studied Discord with a single eye. He laid out all that had happened while away; his confrontation with the Dragon Lord, the mission he'd been tasked with, and the price Discord wanted to enact in return for this alliance. They listened and nodded.

“Do as you must,” said Rarity who added, “I know we're always in your heart. And that you'll return home.”

Discord blinked away and reappeared beside them. “Why remain here in this boring old cave? I could always use more revelers in my celebrations! Join us!” He beckoned them over with a wave, and after a moment's hesitation the trio followed Spike through the rift that connected both points. They looked all-around them, wondrous at the sights before them.

Multiple claws and paws seemed to reach out from nowhere and offered them cups. “Don't worry, the alcohol content is actually quite mild,” he assured. “I always start my guests off small, give them time to work themselves up!”

They settled in and Sweetie took an experimental sip. Smolder downed hers completely and burped. She decided to retake her human form in a flash, unsatisfied with the efficient way her dragon form easily downed the grape juice-like drink.

The hour wore on. Nude silhouettes were cast about. Discord settled back onto his throne to watch and leaned on a thin arm. They moved to the rhythm in a fertility dance, and a soft pink miasma swam over the area which smell sweet and spicy. They inhaled the relaxing, intoxicating aroma, and their heads swam, their flesh heating up all over.

There were moments when Spike wondered if they truly were trapped in a dream; it all appeared so unbelievably perfect. Part of him never wanted to leave, especially when Fluttershy and Tree Hugger approached him again. He turned to Rarity who smiled and nodded. “Let us serve you,” murmured Shy who knelt with Hugs before him and laid hands upon his sheathe.

They kissed, licked, and nibbled on the pouch, teased out his twin erections which flooded their view when they arose. Their nostrils flared while they breathed his masculine, overpowering musk, precum sliding down the lengths and dripping off the ridges to land upon their bared breasts. The pair laughed, rubbing it into their tits in circles, smearing it over their nipples.

“Sex with dragons is dangerous,” he warned them. “I could break a woman or split her if I'm not careful!”

“Sounds incredibly wild,” said Hugs who smacked her lips while she licked some of his release off her fingers. “Wood nymphs are far more pliable than human women, so like I'm pretty sure we can take those behemoths.” She stared at his twins, eager to have one of them buried deep inside her.

Already she and Shy leaked sap-like feminine lubrication down their inner thighs. They stroked his rods with both hands, lapped at them and nuzzled them with their cheeks.

They surrounded his cocks with their mashed together breasts, rubbed them up-and-down his slippery spears. Their lips pressed to his tips and slurped his pre from his urethra. He shuddered and stroked their hair with his claws, fearful he'd lose it almost instantly under their ministrations.

His hazy eyes momentarily spotted Discord, who stroked twin dicks of his own while he watched. His lovers were also shaking to the music, their assets bouncing and flopping about with wild abandon.

“Shame I can only take a couple of you at once,” he mumbled.

Discord grinned wide. “I can help with that. Question is, can you possibly handle it?” Without awaiting an answer he clicked again. Spike stared down at himself as his body appeared to split in two different directions.

Nausea overtook him for a moment, but it wasn't otherwise unpleasant, as the creature somehow divided him into two; yet both retained the same mind. “I could split you infinite times if you wanted,” noted Discord. But two is more than enough for an amateur to handle!”

What ensued around them was an all-out orgy. They rutted like animals, a mass of oiled up flesh, while Spike adjusted to his new state. It proved difficult to split his attention and move both his shapes at once, but Shy and Hugs waited patiently, lowering themselves to all fours like animals in preparation to be taken.

Tantalizingly the duo presented themselves with a wave of their butts. He licked his chops, both of his bulks swarming over the nymphs whose lubricant smelled of nectar.

He mounted the pair of them. Their holes were the slipperiest he'd ever penetrated, easily able to take him; in fact their orifices practically sucked them in. The moaned and chewed their lower lips, so warm and tight and moist, oozing down his meat and over his swollen testicles.

Surprisingly he found himself able to hilt them almost instantly; their cervices opened around his prodding and they took him into their wombs. “Told you we were stretchy,” said Hugs who winked over her shoulder.

“Aahhh...so full,” whined Shy who rubbed the imprint of his cock in her tummy.

Hugs patted her own, feeling completed by such a fatty penises spreading them out and mashing against the walls of their slimy uteri. His eyes turned to slits when his bestial, possessive instincts started to overtake him.

His claws rested atop their heads, kneading their scalps while he pushed their faces down. They mewled under his firm, domineering assault, as his hips started to grind and make their buttocks smack under his merciless pounding. He growled, cheerily claiming his latest breeders.

He toyed with their squishy tits, kneading at them and their buttocks, wetly hammering into them. They whimpered and quivered under the pressure, shaking and almost tossed about under the impact. But still both wanted even more.

Discord sensed this and worked his innate magic. A multitude of independent clone cocks of Spike's appeared in mid-air around them, and also Ember, Smolder, Rarity, and Sweetie who he decided not to leave out. “I could make him experience their pleasure too....but that would overload his poor brain. He'll need to train himself to deal with all of you at once! Still, they function like the real things, so go nuts! Have at them! I know you all want to...”

Everywhere they turned the rods hung suspended oozing in mid-air. Fluttershy and Tree Hugger wrapped their hands around the pairs beside them, and their lips about those before them, stroking and blowing them with rapid bobs.

The rest of his lovers worked them in similar matters. Discord summoned even more with a chuckle, pressed them into their loveholes, where they thrust in-an-out, caressing each other between the thin layer that separated their anuses and pussies.

All of the dicks pumped away, carefully shifted to perfectly conform to each female. Their ridges tickled their interiors, continually oozing and squelching, making them drink down his pre which also slid over their palms.

“So fast...so hard,” whimpered Shy whose eyes watered in joy.

“Let's put those kegels to work babe,” said Hugs and they squeezed their pelvic muscles in tandem. They were milking him, keeping him locked within them, their minds dulled with bliss and all their instincts screaming that they take his potent seed.

Unable to hold back anymore, Spike spurted into them. They howled when he filled their bellies to overload, and Discord worked the last trick he'd planned. The cocks he'd manifested all fired off at once, down the throats of those sucking on them, ballooning their cheeks and burning their nostrils when the excess spunk violently ejected out, over their faces and breasts, shooting showers of white spray that slapped over their skin. The salty flood half-blinded them, their own chambers filled.

They screamed in euphoria as their cunts and asses were pumped full, and he pushed them all to come too, spraying and splashing and buckling under a climax he enabled them to all share; the most intimate bond which enabled Spike and his lovers to all experience everyone's bliss which multiplied to the point it outright knocked all of them unconscious.

The women rested in puddles of his sperm and their own lubrication.

Spike was one of the last to fall, head swimming while he drip-dropped the last of his release inside the pair. He failed to keep his focus, still trapped inside Shy and Hugs while his two bodies landed on their sides with a thud in the dirt.

He blinked when the darkness started to close in. Discord laughed, while the revelers also slipped unconscious around them, the fertility ritual complete. “Well done, Spike. You've more than surpassed my expectations...”