Mating Season of the Witch

In order to slip back into Salem undetected, the party had little choice but to take an underground route. After a short flight Spike and Ember arrived with the witches in tow where they instructed; a cave hidden in the forest. He couldn't help but smile, reminded of his own lair, however he could tell even from the outside that this one went much deeper.

“It's a labyrinth,” said Trixie who swung her leg when she hopped off, she and Twilight still naked. “Any hunters foolish enough to venture in here will wind up lost until they perish! But that won't be a problem for us, will it, Twilight Sparkle?”

“No, we designed it ourselves. A constantly shifting illusion,” explained Twilight who stayed close to Spike in order to bask in the heat he radiated. “I'd rather not hurt anyone, but our coven has no choice sometimes. Only in self-defense, mind you.”

“No judgment here,” said Ember who decided it best to keep her dragon shape for now.

Trixie swayed her hips and waggled her buttocks when she took the lead. “Follow me!” They trailed after her, the dragons on all fours, Spike unable to pry his eyes away from the way her ample cheeks shifted with her exaggerated swagger. Twilight rolled her eyes with a low groan, certain she was doing it on purpose, and pressed herself upon Spike with a small smile.

The stones below were cool when they descended down a slope into the darkness. Somehow Trixie and Twilight were able to navigate the shadows which enclosed them; as if they were somehow attuned to the night itself. From what he'd heard, the moon was a symbol of the coven. Their steps quietly echoed while they strolled onward for what seemed the better part of an hour.

“Spike,” whispered Twilight into his fin ear. “This might sound silly, but...it feels like we're connected, somehow.”

He swallowed. “How do you figure?”

“I don't know...I have this theory about alternate realities, but of course I can't prove it. It's simply this...sense I have I can't explain. Sorry,” she trailed off with a blush staring down at herself. “I must sound so foolish right now.”

“Not at all! Huh, but whole other worlds with like different versions of us?” He scratched his head. “I hate to admit it, but it's beyond me. Still, I...if I didn't already have a number of lovers, I'd be happy to make you mine.”

“Lovers?!” She went wide-eyed as he pulled her even closer with a claw.

“Y-yeah...Ember, for one. Plus there's another dragon, Smolder, Rarity, Sweetie Belle...” He counted them on his claws. “They've given me permission to be with other women, but I'm not sure if they'd like another permanent addition. It's pretty packed there as-is.” Still he nestled her to him, nuzzled his snout with her cheek while she cooed in reflex.

“Hurry up lovebirds,” called Trixie and after an awkward glance between them they rushed to catch up.

A short time later the group arrived in an alchemy laboratory. From the cold stone walls it resembled a dungeon, the tables lined in vials and beakers which fizzled and bubbled, alongside equipment and schematics. And further in were rows-upon-rows of shelves lined with books. At a desk sat another witch; this one with red and purple hair tied up, and a crooked pair of glasses.

Garbed in drab clothes not unlike those Twilight had worn out in public to fit in, traces of her frizzled hairs poked out. “You've come home,” she noted looking up. “Oh, and I see we have guests. Not sure why you're naked, though...”

“Trixie's spell worked,” she explained proudly with a hand raised to her jutted out bosom. “Maybe I'll figure out how to make it work on synthetic materials...if I ever care to. Spike, Ember, meet our librarian, Moondancer!”

“I'm a witch too,” said Moondancer. “Albeit I prefer to research new spells rather than weave them.”

“Anyhow, make yourselves at home!” Twilight strolled into the well-lit area. “Should we get dressed?”

Trixie heaved her shoulders with a scoff. “Why bother? After all, we still need to milk our sweet little Spike!”

“Milk...? I can already see where this is headed,” mused Moondancer with a shake of her head. She turned back to her book, licking the tip of her forefinger and turning the thin pages, her eyes scanning the words as she memorized them.

“You don't seem too surprised to see a pair of dragons,” said Ember who pursed her lips. “Maybe this will surprise you more?” Her gemstone glowed and she transmuted into her humanoid guise; she stood proud and statuesque before her.

Moondancer nodded. “Most impressive. There's quite a bit of magic packed into a tiny space. Likely it will last for years.”

The group settled into their hideaway. At the moment most of the coven was away, but faithful Moondancer always remained behind to watch over their home. She collected the jars Trixie and Twilight would need for their little 'experiment' then placed them before Spike. He fidgeted awkwardly, shooting Twilight a nervous grin while she draped herself on him.

Trixie looked over her shoulder and smacked her butt a couple of times, making it jiggle. “Any time you're ready...”

Spike scooped Twilight up and crushed her to his chest; she giggled and playfully writhed in his grasp. Shyly she met his eyes, her face burning. “Make love to me. I don't want just casual sex. I'd prefer to make a real connection.”

“I'll do my best,” he answered and beckoned Trixie over with a wave of a digit. She strutted to him, taking her time, making her breasts and hips sway in the most melodramatic fashion she could muster. When she was close he swiped her up too, and she gasped then smirked, the duo held by their waists by his claws and poised above his quickly stiffening dragonhoods.

“Oh, even the Great and Powerful Trixie is helpless before this savage beast!” She cast back her head and raised a hand to it.

“So hammy,” mumbled Twilight but decided to follow suit. “P-please, don't be too rough with us!”

“We'll see, you helpless little maidens!” He prodded his tips at their entrances, relished the way their puffy lips dripped down his lengths. When he finally started to sink into them, they winced, Twilight in particular teary-eyed as he took her. “Sorry, I-”

“It's...okay,” she replied gripping him around the neck. “Unlike my slutty friend, I don't have much experience.”

“Hey! Trixie resembles that remarked,” she countered with a playful punch to Twi's arm. It was certainly true she was able to accept his cock much easier, but he took his time with both of them, thankful all the 'training' he'd done with Rarity had paid off.

“D-don't hold back on my account,”said Twilight who looked on at her partner. “I want you two to feel good.”

He dared not fully unleash himself, uncertain how much these two could really withstand; he'd had to work up to his current sessions with his lovers. Between his precum slathering their slippery interiors, and breathing in his potent masculine musk, they were quickly rendered putty in his arms; all they could think about as their minds momentarily dulled was a need to be bred. To take his seed and bear his offspring. He was overwhelmed by similar instincts when he started to piston into them.

“Umph...ah...” Twilight held him tighter, chewed on his leather shoulder, adjusting to his partially buried girth.

“This is her first time,” said Trixie. “With a male, at least! She's rather prudish for a witch!”

“I simply want it to be...special,” muttered Twilight between hushed moans, her eyes closed. His claws embedded themselves into them, firm but not to the point where skin was broken, and he extended his elongated tongue. With it he traded kisses with the duo, and flicked over their nipples, making their breasts bounce in a way that was rather comical in Trixie's place.

“I came up with a spell to make myself extra bouncy,” noted Trixie with a wink.

“I told you...not to...waste spell ingredients,” whined Twilight between huffs.

“Making people feel good is never a waste! You're the one who taught me that,” snapped back Trixie.

“Th-that's true....oh...” She wrapped her legs around him, trying to drive him in deeper, survival instincts surrendered under lusts that demanded to be slaked. “I...I love you Spike,” she continued losing all sense of herself. “I-inside...”

“What?” He flicked his ears. “But don't you need to collect samples...?”

“We can always try again,” said Trixie with a bat of her lashes and a sideways smirk.

Ember shook her head. “I can't help but feel a little left out. What about you, Moondancer?”

“I...I'm okay,” she said staring down at her sandal-covered feet and shifting as she pressed her thighs together.

“You sure...?” Ember hooked her tail under the librarian's dress, and slithered up her ankle. She shivered in delight, breathing hard while the extension continued to trace up her thigh. “You don't have to deny it.”

“W-well...maybe.” Moondancer went rigid when her dressed was lifted by the spade-tip over her shoulders and tossed aside. She was down to a simple pair of white undergarments, which Ember plucked loose with a deft touch. Pretty soon Moondancer stiffened further under her playful caresses, which traced over her average but well-formed assets. “Mmm.”

Suddenly claws tightened around her midsection, and she was lifted up, only to be impaled on Ember's tip. She wheezed and sunk onto her, held aloft by the dragoness hybrid, who licked and nibbled on her neck and ears. Wet squishes sounded each time she drove her open, slowly at first but her pace continued to increase, as did Spike's while he enjoyed his latest mates.

“I...don't have much experience either,” admitted Moondancer who's cheeks were rosy and her glasses were crooked.

“All the better to break you in,” said Ember with a mischievous chuckle.

Snorting and growling with his wingspan unfurled, Spike's slit eyes trailed over his lovers, hammering into their moist tunnels. At this point they were a sweaty, whimpering mess, messy matted hair hanging loose about them. His balls churned, and he withheld his release, blasting into them with as much spunk as he dared. They mewled in response, gripping on harder.

A white deluge flooded into their wombs, swelling their bellies until they appeared to be heavily impregnated. Both were pushed over the edge, crying out in a continuous wail while they flooded all over his groin. The pair were almost knocked unconscious, and he withdrew from their gaped cunts, letting the rest of his barrage out all over them and into the jars stationed below.

Not to be outdone, Ember wrapped her tongue around Moondancer's swollen clit, and toyed with it while she continued to pump her up-and-down. She squealed and unleashed her own messy spray. “Oh...oh wow...”

Trixie and Twilight puffed while lying upon their backs, slumped into a puddle of sticky cum which slid off their skin. “That was nice,” said Trixie who blew a bubble with his splooge and snickered when it popped all over her face. She and Twilight swapped it between them, unable to resist its salty flavor. “But I might need your help with another little problem of ours...”

Smoke spilled from Spike whose muscles rose-and-fell, like the rest of them awash in his own afterglow. Ember and Moondancer were seated together, the air also awash in their musk which made his head swim while slivers of sanity returned to him.

A favor, huh? They've certainly given me lots in return! Besides, Twilight Sparkle's right...I do feel some sort of connection to her, not that we'll probably ever understand it. Hmm, but why do I feel kinda anxious? Guess I'll find out soon!