Mating Season of the Witch

Where once Spike might have felt obligated to cower before the Dragon Lord, this day he, Ember, and Smolder returned in triumph. He boldly stalked up with the dragonesses at his sides, past the lazing drakes and wyverns, beyond the array of concubines that surrounded the undisputed master of the Dragon Lands. All eyes were upon them, yet they neither wavered nor hesitated, the scarred earth scratching under their claws, the atmosphere thick with the stink of sulfur and brimstone.

The air itself rippled under heat waves, the mountain range with its active volcano spitting a steady stream of lava which flowed down rifts in the earth. Gray-and-black clouds rolled in the skies, adrift with ashes and embers. One of the Lord's harem, her eyes meekly downcast, held the Bloodstone Scepter which symbolized his unmatched power and reach.

The hulking brute cast a shadow over the land. “So,” he boomed. “You've finally returned.”

“And with the results you asked for,” said Spike who stopped before him and unfurled the scroll. While his expression was twisted in a smug manner, that bravado was all he could do to keep his heart from hammering and his body from shaking.

The Dragon Lord's eyes slowly scanned it and momentarily widened. “So, Discord has agreed to an alliance. Well done. However, you three made one mistake; you allowed this lesser creature to dictate terms to us!”

“Hey,” cried Smolder who was in her dragon form, the only reminder of the human guise she took the choker and jewel which had stretched to accommodate her neck. “You never said anything about that! We kept our end of-”

His roar split the air, jaws widened to reveal rows of jagged teeth, and everyone reflexively cowered before his overwhelming presence. “Silence, whelp! What I say goes, and I am not fully satisfied with these results!”

“Father,” began Ember but his cold stare silenced her too.

“You will continue to perform missions for me until you've worked off your debt. Until then, consider yourselves on probation. Instructions will be sent when I'm ready.” He snatched up the scroll, unfurled his wingspan, and hurtled away, the whooshing gales knocking over several and causing lava to overflow onto the banks and harden while they cooled with a hiss.

Spike bowed his head, the claws of Smolder and Ember resting on his shoulders. None dared make a sound.

I get it. We must have wounded his pride. Ember did say he expected us to fail and gave us an impossible task. Still, this also probably means I won't be able to spend much time with Rarity or Sweetie Belle, will I? I could try and ask Discord for another favor, but no, that would likely make things even worse. The Dragon Lord simply doesn't like to make compromises.

*****

However to his surprise, not only was he allowed to return home, but months would pass without further word from the Dragon Lord. In the meantime Spike settled in with his lovers, and by this time Sweetie Belle was full-figured from her pregnancy, breasts swelled with milk that beaded her darkened wide nipples and belly distended from the spawn he'd put into her. Ember's and Smolder's bodies had likewise started to blossom further after being knocked up, which especially showed in human form.

And the eggs Rarity laid had finally hatched. She sat upon a blanket, surrounded by soft fluorescent lights cradling a hybrid to breast, letting them nurse while she softly cooed. He watched in wide-eyed fascination, the Fire Ruby shining on them.

Sweetie curiously squeezed her udders. “Oooh,” she murmured as her nipples leaked milky streams down her curves. Like her older sister before her they would often ache if not routinely milked; thankfully, Rarity was all too happy to oblige!

She would also often help Rarity nurse the whelps, with Ember and Smolder promising that they'd pitch in, once their breasts were more fully developed from the eggs he'd put in them started to show.

Buried amidst Spike's treasure pile were the jars of nectar he received from the wood nymphs Fluttershy and Tree Hugger; a sweet reminder of their dream-like union which would sometimes replay in his mind whenever he slumbered. His life was more than ideal; which made it all the more painful to know it could be ripped away at any time.

He hacked and coughed. His lovers turned to him in concern, and he breathed a plume of emerald smoke. Once it dissipated a rolled up scroll landed before him. “Huh? Never seen anything like that before.” He scooped it up.

“I have,” noted Ember. “Father used to send me messages the same way...”

They crowded around him to read the scroll. Dragons usually didn't bother with more than a few crude, universal symbols to get their point across, but to their shared bewilderment he'd written a long list of instructions and notes. With the lessons they'd undertaken by Rarity's guidance it wasn't difficult to parse its contents. His heart fell with each word he read.

It laid out another mission for him; but rather than form an alliance, he was to seek out a coven of witches and procure a concoction from them by whatever means necessary. There was a simple map of their territory drawn, alongside sketches of some key members. He'd crossed the area before, which rivaled Rarity's and Sweetie's homeland for its superstitious nature.

The alchemy formulas listed were lost on him; no doubt the Dragon Lord didn't want them to know what they were for unless necessary. But he was sure these witches would understand, and would enact a heavy price for a trade. He certainly didn't want to steal from them, especially since they could curse him, and taking a life when unnecessary was out of the question!

“I understand you'll have to leave us soon,” said Rarity who draped herself on his back and wrapped her arms about his midsection. “Do what you must. I love and trust you. Smolder, will you once again stay and protect us?”

“Yeah, why not?” Smolder waved it away, but she couldn't help but smile when her eyes settled on the newly hatched.

“Guess it'll be us then,” said Spike who shared a toothy smirk with Ember.

“Then I suppose we'd better make preparations,” replied Ember who rolled up the scroll and tucked it into a pack.

Ever dutiful, Rarity and Sweetie packed what they could for them despite Spike's protests that they overworked themselves. They packed up gems that carried a nice balance between deliciousness and nutrition; which they'd come to understand quite well, since as hybrids they had sampled a few of the softer ones themselves. The prism of neon colors reflected off their curves when they packed the jewels in, and Spike couldn't help but lick his chops, getting an eyeful of the sisters while they bent over.

They were humming while they worked, and Smolder took the opportunity to cradle his spawn with a chuckle. Some were more dragon-like, others more humanoid, but otherwise they seemed perfectly healthy and normal. Smolder was already teaching them what little they could understand about dragons,shifting between her human and dragon guises as needed.

They're in safe, capable hands. I couldn't ask for better lovers. So why am I so anxious?

*****

It was the same familiar dream. Spike was back in the midst of that forest, near the crackling fires, surrounded by a menagerie of revelers who danced and drank themselves into ecstasy. Discord was watching upon his wicker man, the horned, deity-like creature scratching his beard with a smirk while Fluttershy and Tree Hugger once again tended to him.

He rested on his back, paralyzed, their hands and mouths wrapping around his twin members. Wet suckles sounded, their hanging breasts encircling his meat, their sultry eyes framed by crowns made of woven flowers. He whimpered when they edged him to release, only to draw back, giving him a moment to recover before they resumed and smacked his precum between their lips. He breathed in their familiar, intoxicating musk, dripping between their legs while they wiggled their ample bottoms.

“Spike...?” Rarity's eyes darted around when she split from the crowds, naked while she padded up.

“Wait a moment,” called Sweetie Belle. “Are we in a dream?!”

“A shared one, apparently.” Ember landed and flexed her wings. “Are you here too, Smolder?”

“I am. Wow, this is wild.” Smolder took in the sights with a flick of her tail. “You doin' this?”

Discord chuckled. “Very observant. Forgive the intrusion, but it seemed like far too much fun to pass up! Oh, and don't worry, I'll make sure your spawn are okay. I can watch them from here, and even interact with them if so required!” With his ability to warp reality it appeared little was beyond him; no wonder the Dragon Lord himself feared the so-called God of Chaos.

Realizing that he was free to simply let go and enjoy himself, Spike tensed up when his lovers joined in to beset him. Rarity straddled his face, her ass turned to his snout while she lowered herself. She squealed in delight when his tongue shot up into her depths, swishing in circles while he dragged it through her cervix, and started to lick the goo from her womb's walls.

His claws gripped her pale buttocks, kneaded and smacked them, his ears twitching each time she cried out. His muzzle tip sank into her moist cunt which spattered around him, and she closed her eyes with a full-face blush, pushing her lower half down onto him and massaging her breasts which spurted between her fingers. “Oh Spikey-Wikey, don't you dare stop!”

Likewise his lovers showed him no mercy. Fluttershy and Tree Hugger tag-teamed one of his cocks, Ember and Smolder another, while Sweetie inserted her spade tail into her snatch. The wood nymphs took a more gentle, sensuous approach that drew out his bliss; in contrast to the dragonesses who aggressively and sloppily assaulted his dick.

“Headed to Salem, are we? I'd warn you, but I'm sure you're aware of the dangers.” Discord reclined while he watched them work the drake over, and a couple of his followers knelt before him, more wood nymphs who lapped and stroked his penises with bobs of their heads in rhythm. He rested his claw and paw upon their scalps to direct them. “Just beware of the witch hunters there! Oh, and that little coven of witches you're after, for that matter. They're not to be trusted. I speak from experience!”

Spike's head swam, his brain like his women dulled by shared euphoria. With Discord's aid this union lasted the entire night; one last bit of casual fun between them before he began his latest mission. His dragonhoods started to pulse uncontrollably.

“I-I'm safe now,” whined Rarity. “Light a fire in me!”

He hesitated a moment until Discord winked. Loosing a small plume of flame into Rarity's depths, her eyes rolled into her head with a continuous moan, and she creamed directly into his mouth and down her throat. He too popped, splashing over the foursome in a torrent of cum, their tongues sticking out to drink it down while it sluiced all over their entirety.

Sweetie seized his tail and clenched around him with a squeak, her juices running over his spiny tail. Lastly Discord laughed and emptied himself into the gullets of his servants, their supple flesh shiny with the wine that dripped down them.

With a huff Spike's loves collapsed on him. They nestled atop his musculature, cradled in his strong arms, wingspan, and tail, the fires and shadows crawling over them while he stared up at the darkness above with hazy eyes. He didn't mind the mess, content to feel their softness rest upon them, rising and falling while he stroked them with a satisfied grimace.

Thanks, Discord. You're like the kooky uncle I never had! About this Salem, though...is it really that bad? Ember and I will probably be major targets there, so we'll have to be careful. I just hope those witches won't curse us...