Mating Season of the Witch

Gas swirled in a phantasmal manner under the lamps that lined the streets of Salem. It matched a ghostly miasma that swirled through under a glowing moon, the quaint houses that lined the villa quiet as the citizens turned in. It was the hour of the witches, and those dedicated to hunting them, blaming the covens who once healed the sick for the occurrence of pestilence and famine. As a result, most of their number had wisely went underground rather than face trials that ended in execution.

However a pair of them had been seized and placed upon stakes in the town square. The first, a witch by the name of Trixie Lulamoon, hissed and thrashed in her rope bonds. They had left her in her usual garbs; a high-cut leotard complete with gloves that came to her upper arms, heeled boots that rose to her thighs, a wide-brimmed hat and cape all marked in a star pattern.

“Unhand us,” she screeched through gritted teeth. “The Great and Powerful Trixie demands a retrial!” But the grim mob of men looked on, impassive, each carrying a torch and dressed like pilgrims in black-and-white attire.

By contrast her partner, Twilight Sparkle, sighed in resignation. Her build was average compared to her more buxom partner, her fashion sense more conservative, as she wore a simple frock to blend in with the villagers. Not that it had mattered when they'd been caught together! “It's no use. How many times have I told you not to advertise what we are!”

“We shouldn't have to run and hide,” she snapped back. “Not after all we've done for these ingrates!”

While they continued to squabble the leader of the witch hunter read aloud a list of charges upon a scroll. The flames danced and reflected off them, casting about silhouettes that moved as if with lives of their own. But they all knew this was merely a formality; no matter what they said or did they were condemned to burn. At best they could confess and plead forgiveness in the eyes of their deity, and have their souls saved from damnation in return; not that either even considered the prospect!

“If only we hadn't tapped out all our reserves,” murmured Twilight who hung her head.

“Not to worry! I worked that spell we talked about ahead of time.” She winked with a sly grin.

Twilight swallowed hard. “It's untested. But I suppose we have no choice but to gamble on it now...”

Everyone fell silent when a black shadow passed over them. A rare sight which hadn't been seen in quite sometime. A pair of dragons temporarily eclipsed the moon, one muscular and the other more lithe, but still the would-be oppressors cowered under their presence. Their wingspans beat and their tails swished as they dived from above with bestial, primal shrieks.

With claws extended they descended, swooped in circles, and repeated the process, scattering the mob. A few dropped their torches, fires catching in the grass with a crackle, plumes of smoke rising into the sky.

Trixie smirked at the male dragon. “Do it,” she urged. “Set us ablaze!”

“Wait! We don't know if-” But Twilight's protests were lost under Lulamoon's borderline hysterical cries.

The female dragon exchanged a look with him and shrugged in an almost imperceptible manner; they were supposed to pretend to be little more than dumb brutes around humans, after all. “I caught that,” telepathically cast Trixie into their heads. “We know all about dragons! Anyhow, I prepared a spell to make us immune to your blaze, so let's give these fools what they want!”

What started as a small fire within the bellies of the pair built to a roiling inferno. They puffed up their bellies, breathing in, and unleashed a hellish cone that consumed the witches. Trixie cackled and Twilight closed her eyes and winced, swallowed up by the searing blaze. Their clothes instantly turned to ash, as were the ropes and stakes that bound them; their denuded silhouettes were visible within the swirling haze which made the air itself warp around them. They marched out, unharmed.

Yet before they could celebrate the dragons scooped the duo off and carried them into the night before the few stunned onlookers that remained. Pretty soon they had vanished into the darkness, quickly as the beasts had arrived...

*****

Leaving Salem behind them, Spike and Ember touched down in a dense forest nearby; but both doubted the hunters would dare pursue them. Carefully they set down the witches, Trixie tossing back her hair while Twilight looked them over. A thin mist rolled about their ankles and made the witches shiver, since they lacked the internal heat of the dragons. For a moment they stood around awkwardly, Spike uncertain how to broach the real reason why they'd been sent to rescue them.

“Too bad our power is spent,” noted Twilight with a frown. “Or I'd summon us up some clothes!”

“Trixie prefers it this way! It's like those nights when our coven frolicked beneath the moon! Granted it is rather cold, however...” She quirked a brow and pressed closer to Spike, rubbing his chest. “Perhaps you could warm us up?”

“You'll have to excuse my slutty friend,” said Twilight who exchanged a pensive look with her partner. “Her name's Trixie, but you two probably already caught that. And I'm Twilight Sparkle. Don't worry, we know all about dragons. We've studied them extensively, so no need to be shy. So, why did you help us? You took quite a risk, and it doesn't seem like you plan to eat us.”

“We...the Dragon Lord wants an alchemy formula he says you can make,” said Spike who took the scroll from Ember and handed it over. The witches studied it while he carried on. “My name's Spike, and this is Ember. Guess you can call us his envoys. Anyhow, we did save your lives, so maybe we can call it even? It's not like we have much to offer, really.”

Twilight pursed her lips. “I don't know...these are some pretty rare, hard to cook up concoctions. These kind of ingredients aren't exactly free! Plus, I think you underestimate how rare and exotic dragons really are!”

Ember smirked. “That's true. So what would you like? A few scales?”

Trixie leered at them. “I have a better idea. Do you know how valuable a drake's seed is?”

“Seed? Um...” His cheeks colored and he tried to keep perverse thoughts out of his head, but his tail flicked in response.

“That's true.” Twilight nodded once. “If you had some sort of basin you could dump in a batch for us-”

Trixie planted hands on her hips with a pout. “That's no fun! Better we extract it...directly.”

Ember snickered. “How did I know it was headed in this direction? Witches really are perverted as they say!”

“Don't lump me in with her!” Twilight stamped a foot. “But..maybe it is the best method,” she whispered.

Without waiting for an invitation Trixie stroked his muscles with both palms and smirked up at him. He tensed up and returned a toothy smile, seated on his haunches, the body heat he radiated able to wrap around them like an aura. His twins started to arise from their sheathe, and the witches' eyes turned to saucers, unable to look away from his massive, ridged meat.

The masculine musk of his swell soon intoxicated them. They knelt before the drake, breathed him in, their eyes glassy and their faces fully flushed. Each one tended to a cock, both now slicked with precum, which throbbed under their caresses.

“It's...it's for the sake of science,” muttered Twilight to herself between pants.

Trixie snickered. “My friend here thinks of magic as another form of science. Just one that most aren't able to understand!”

Ember's gemstone on her choker glowed when the metamorphosis began; within moments she shifted into her humanoid form. From the sidelines she watched them suckle at Spike, barely able to contain themselves once they tasted his addictive pre. His lovers were quick to become enthralled by his virile seed, primed to be bound to him each time he mated with them.

Tree limbs twisted in the breeze and leaves whirled about while he partially surrendered himself to his instincts, convinced they would be able to handle him. His claws rested atop their heads, directed them, and their lips wrapped around his fat tips. He bared his teeth and growled in appreciation as the duo worked him over, hands rubbing down his slippery thickness.

At the same time Ember pierced her cunt with the spade tip of her tail, and wetly shoved it in-and-out of her with a moan.

With a wet pop Trixie momentarily withdrew, still connected by a string of her saliva and his release, and smirked sideways. “Hey Twilight...want to see who can make him cum first? It'll be like that duel when we first met...”

“You mean the one which you lost? Sure, you're on!” She hurried attacked his dick, and Trixie dove back in, their heads alternating with each desperate bob. He growled and wheezed, flapped his wings, and his dulled eyes met Ember's who licked her chops. His tail batted about, and he bucked his hips, pushed them to take a little more of his fleshy rods which filled them.

Gargles escaped them when they almost choked on his dragonhoods, and their eyes moistened, but they were compelled to continue past any discomfort. Passion, pleasure, and sheer desire drowned out any pains or fears. All they could think about was pleasing him; and that despite hardly knowing him they felt compelled to bear his offspring.

Their tits pressed around his penises, soon slathered in a thin, viscous layer of his discharge which made them glisten. Faster-and-faster they pumped, and he hissed, their tongues swirling about. His mind numbed and his vision went white.

With a roar he upraised his snout and spat a plume of colorful fire skyward. He drew their heads back in time, still aware enough to worry he might harm them with his explosive release, which spattered out in waves over them. Instinctively they opened their mouths, taking it in their hair, over their faces, on their outstretched tongues, and all over their supple flesh.

Within moments they were absolutely drenched. Greedily they drank up his spunk, consumed by a lust-borne madness, let it settle into their bellies which he filled up. Smacks sounded while they chewed on his spunk, which sloshed while it settled, and Trixie pressed her lips to Twilight', determined to drink what she'd missed from her while their tongues wrestled.

They scooped up handfuls of his splooge, ran their hands over their own and each other's bodies, licked it from their fingers. Their thighs were wet, and their womanhoods clenched, while Ember roared with her own messy release.

“I-I'm not satisfied,” admitted Twilight who shyly met his eyes. “It's like we have some deeper connection...”

“That's merely the hormones at work,” mused Trixie who added, “But I wouldn't mind a proper lay, either! Still, not here. Obviously, we'll need somewhere to properly collect at least some of your seed, so why not take us back to our lair? It's under Salem!” She winked and rubbed the last traces of his torrent from her shimmering skin with another pucker of her lips.

“Most of the coven is away,” admitted Twilight. “But our librarian should be there, like always...”

He turned to Ember who nodded. “Sure, why not?” He shrugged. “Hop on our backs!” He lowered himself, as did Ember when she turned back, and Twilight pushed past Trixie and straddled his muscular back. She bristled with a huff but nonetheless accepted a ride on Ember. When Twilight pressed close to him, he couldn't help but feel it felt right to have her with him.

We knew this could be a long adventure when we started. Besides, it's always nice to spend time with Ember! A shame Rarity, Sweetie, and Smolder can't come, too, but there's no need to endanger them, either. Back to Salem, though...? Sure, their lair may be underground, but there's always a risk those witch hunters will try something desperate to stop us.

Ah well, why worry? We'll deal with whatever comes, I'm sure. Salem, here we come!