Mating Season of the Witch

No matter how many times Spike heard the plan it sounded like a bad idea. Her fellow coven members had similar doubt written across their faces, but Trixie patted his leathery shoulder to assure him. They were still safely tucked away in the lair beneath Salem, where she, Twilight, and Moondancer prepared their latest alchemy creations for him to imbibe.

He looked over the plans that Twilight had drawn up with Ember, who crossed her arms and scanned them. “I mean, for all we know this'll only make things even worse, what with all the tension between you and the town already.”

“Nonsense! Not if we play it right.” Trixie planted a hand on her wide hip. “We'll swoop in and save the day! Then, the villagers will be forced to acknowledge how useful the coven really is, and all their silly superstitions will be forgotten!”

Moondancer shook her head. “Sounds farfetched...but if it can help us I'm willing to try.”

“You'll be disguised as a 'monster' so there won't be any repercussions for dragons,” explained Twilight who shook a bubbly potion. “This will also whoever takes it to disguise themselves for at least an hour! It would work far longer on us, but dragons have a far different metabolism-” She stopped her explanation with a blush when her team members shot her a look.

“You'll have to excuse her. She has an eye for detail,” said Moondancer.

“You mean she likes to babble!” Trixie raised a hand to her mouth and laughed without a shred of self-awareness.

“Be that as it may, it's about time we started the experiment.” Moondancer handed a smaller vial to Ember.

Spike and Ember shrugged, deciding it was worth the gamble. With this favor done they could again return to the Dragon Lands triumphant. And perhaps the witches would finally be accepted by those who hunted them. It seemed like something out of a fairy tale, but between all of them he somehow felt it might all work out despite the odds.

He and his partner gulped down the contents, which fizzled on their tongues and settled into their bellies. Burps escaped them when the effects slowly started to take hold. Muscle and bone twisted with audible cracks, and they wheezed with hisses, dizzied and almost toppling over, scales giving way to fur which sprouted all over while their snouts twisted...

*****

It was a full moon when the time for the coven to strike arrived. It shone crimson and cast the land below in a hellish gleam. This was Walpurgis Night, a time when witches were at their most powerful, and it drove fear into those commoners who cowered within their homes while the heavily-armed hunters were out in full-force for whatever was to come.

Effigies mostly crafted all straw were set up all over Salem and were tossed into a massive bonfire that blazed and crackled. Clouds of smoke funneled above the watchers who stood firm. A breeze whistled in the dead of night.

The coven assured themselves that their patron Goddess, the unseen and mysterious Queen of the Night called Luna, watched over her daughters who were united in sisterhood. Some of the women collected to be executed weren't even practitioners; simply those in the wrong place at the wrong time, as paranoia ran rampant across the usually sleepy villa.

Before the burnings could commence Salem started to shake. But this was no earthquake; no, what appeared to be an Ursa Minor and Ursa Major stampeded in their direction. Yells resounded when those present were forced to once again scatter; the arrows loosed from their crossbows uselessly bounced off their furred hides which appeared to radiate with the cosmos.

“These wicked witches have called down the spirits of the underworld,” cried one of the judges.

“Wrong!” Trixie made the announcement from afar with hands on her hips, supported by Twilight, Moondancer, and dozens of her fellow coven members. “We've arrived to save Salem from this madness!”

What played out was a mock battle when the witches came to the rescue of the villagers and the hunters. Spike and Ember had taken on the likenesses of an Ursa Major and Ursa Minor respectively thanks to an alchemical brew; a plan that they gambled would allow them back into the good graces of the common folk. The transformed pair growled and ran about, driven back by the elements the witches called upon; mostly a display of harmless pyrotechnics that risked no real harm to anyone.

Spike suppressed a shared smile with Ember, convinced that their plan had worked. They batted their paws at the witches, and stalked backwards under plumes of colorful explosions, surrounded by bystanders who uselessly dashed around them.

With their party played the duo retreated into the woods. “Think that'll do it?”

“Hope so,” murmured Ember. “But you know how superstitious humans are.”

The binds that held the witches came undone, and they came to rejoin the coven who amassed in Salem before the hunters. Other than the crackle of hellish fires there was simply drawn out silence between them while the two groups stared each other down. He prayed the tension would break; that they could somehow come to a peaceful resolution.

No...please...

His ears twitched when the hunters took aim with their crossbows. The coven in turn channeled their spells to defend themselves. Yet before either could make a move a feminine shadow eclipsed the blood-red moon.

“CEASE THIS IMMEDIATELY!” The rich voice boomed. A shadow passed over the land and cloaked it in darkness. From the moon itself arose what all knew was the supposed Goddess Luna; almost painfully beautiful to look upon, tall and voluptuous, her ethereal mane a swirl behind her when she strutted between them. Cat-like eyes glowed in the gloom.

She stood naked save for bits of silver jewelry and a translucent miasma which continuously swirled around her. No one dared interrupt her; in fact the coven prostrated themselves before her, some moved to tears, while the hunters lowered their weapons. “THESE ARE MY DAUGHTERS. CONSIDER THEM UNDER MY PROTECTION. HARM THEM AND I SHALL BE MOST DISPLEASED.” Her Curves swayed with a heavenly elegance wherever she strode, all onlookers enraptured.

“Luna? So she is real,” whispered Spike with a gulp.

“I hear her sister is even scarier,” muttered back Ember. “'Course, few people have seen her, either.”

“THESE WOMEN CAN AID YOUR ILL AND WOUNDED. OF COURSE YOU MAY CHOOSE TO FOREGO THEIR SERVICES. BUT SHOULD YOU TREAT THEM UNJUSTLY OR INVADE THEIR TERRITORY YOU SHALL FACE REPERCUSSIONS DIRECTLY FROM ME. I SHALL BE WATCHING...” And with that she dissipated like a cloud of mist back into the ether.

“Luna...” Tears streaked down Twilight's face.

"We're not worthy," said Trixie in a rare bout of humility.

"I knew she'd reveal herself to us...eventually," finished Moondancer who wiped her misty spectacles.

Trixie took her and Moondancer by the hands when they rose. They stood with Twilight and several other key members of the coven at the head of the procession. After a short exchange with the judges it was decided the coven could visit on the Sabbath of each week; a compromise that would be to the benefit of them all, since they could tend to the wounded and trade with Salem.

With a wistful sigh Spike and Ember stared at the moon. He doubted they would ever see Luna again. She was elusive and preferred to let her followers guide themselves; but she would always be there to watch over their dreams. Which he certainly hoped would be far more pleasant, now that they wouldn't be hunted in their every waking moment!

*****

Usually the coven only allowed members to attend their celebrations, let-alone males who they feared would break their sisterhood's bond. Yet this Walpurgis Night they made their first exception. Tonight another alliance was forged behind-the-scenes; one between Luna and Discord, in order to increase their influence. So long as the coven respected the forests they would be granted his protection, and his worshipers were allowed into their now vastly expanded territories.

Spike stared down at his furred frame. “When will this wear off....?” It had been well over an hour, and another pyre was set in the midst of the forest, where much like when he'd first encountered Discord his revelers arrived to celebrate.

“Huh, should have worn off by now! Oh well!” Trixie shrugged it off.

“I've found a loophole, at least.” Ember called upon the gem in her collar and morphed back into her humanoid shape.

“Shame that doesn't work for me...” He slumped his head and wished he could try what it felt to be human, for once. However his spirits perked up when Fluttershy and Tree Hugger appeared from tree trunks and sidled up to him. “Ah, hey!”

“You're cute this way,” said Shy who nuzzled his cheek with a smile.

“Totally. Like, you're the same old Spike to us.” Hugs nipped his ear, thankful he wasn't as large as a real Ursa Major; not that most people would ever know the difference as such legendary creatures were rare indeed. “So, ready to party some more?”

“Sure...but...” His eyes locked with Twilight who shyly met his gaze. Again he felt the unspoken bind between them; like maybe in some other life they had been soul mates. With a grin at the wood nymphs, he reluctantly abandoned them and wandered over to the witch. Like nearly all those present she'd already discarded her clothes to get into the spirit of the celebration.

With second thoughts he craned his head back briefly; fortunately, it appeared the wood nymphs took no offense at his gentle dismissal, already locked in a sixty-nine position with Hugs on top of Shy while they dug in. Again Ember pulled Moondancer to one side, and brushed her tail up her thigh. Trixie cackled and drank with the other attendees who she whirled about with.

“Spike...” Twilight swallowed hard and reclined on her back, arms opened to welcome him. Carefully he slunk atop her, unconcerned whether Discord, Luna, or whoever else watched right now; their eyes met and momentarily there was only each other. “I...I want you to take me, but are you absolutely sure that your lovers back home won't mind?”

Discord popped up from seemingly nowhere beside them with a snaggle-toothed grin. “I'll ask them!” With a click he reopened the portal which linked this place with the drake's lair; where Smolder arrived with Rarity and Sweetie Belle straddled on her back to meet them. “Make yourselves at home! Why, I'm sure this will peeve dear old Torch more than ever...”

“Spike? We've missed you,” said Rarity who hopped down with her sister and hugged him. “May I ask what happened?”

Twilight said, “Just a temporary transportation, I assure you! My name's Twilight Sparkle. He's told me all about you.”

“Dear me, it's lively here. But perhaps the change of pace necessary after we've been cooped up so long.” She and Sweetie pressed their bare flesh closer to his snug azure fur. “Ah, but I have no wish to interrupt this intimate moment. I offered Spike permission to do what he must and have no wish to renege on that! Besides, this is quite the celebration.”

Sweetie seized her arm. “Let's look around, okay? We won't have another chance like this!”

Smolder nodded with a smirk and activated her gem to retake her human guise. “I'll look after 'em,” she swore with a fist thudded to her bare breast and a tail flick. “Not that there's much to be worried about. Discord has it under control!”

Spike beamed to reassure them then turned his attention back to the witch beneath him. The equipment was quite different, but he teased her entrance with it, and she tensed but simply nodded once. “Ah,” she cried when it slid in and swelled, knotted into place. Her hands wrapped around his nape and their mouths met in a drawn out kiss. Her legs raised, full and interlocked with him. Feminine excretions ran down his length and testicles, over the crack of her ass and sluiced its tight pink hole.

Like his other mates she didn't see a beast; merely the sensitive creature that lurked below. Around them the others drank, danced, sang, and made love, but they paid them little heed. Somehow it felt so right to be with her, equal to how he'd felt with Rarity, but while both left it unspoken he could never ask her to leave the coven and settle down with them. She had her own mission here, and he dared not interfere with that to fulfill whatever selfish desires burned inside him.

She wrapped her legs around him to draw him closer. His hips bucked and she quivered under the impact. Her teeth sank into his shoulder for support, and she bit down, clawing at his back, completely lost in the moment as she moaned.

He nearly lost himself to familiar bestial instincts. Drool leaked between his sharp teeth between growls and speckled her breasts which bounced with each stroke. His member swelled to fullness, spread her wet tunnel impossibly wide, unable to be removed until they fulfilled their biological function; he needed to loose his seed into her innermost depths.

“Close, aren't we?” Trixie butted in with her usual devilish look. She'd watched them and masturbated nearly the entire time.

They didn't pay her much attention, to focused on their lover, but she shrugged that off sat so that Twilight's head draped upon her moist lap. She cupped Sparkle's much smaller tits, kneaded and rolled them in circles, and the trio exchanged a series of sloppy kisses. He realized Lulamoon didn't like to be left out, and since Twilight didn't seem to mind allowed her in.

The air reeked with carnality. “She wants it bad,” murmured Trixie with a snicker. “Let it all out inside her...”

Another nod from Twilight whose eyes were moist and her reddened face deformed in rapture. One last thrust and he unloaded into her; like usual he did his best to stymie the flow. She squealed and squirted upon him, pushed over by the force of his release, which stretched out her belly, her womb dumped into to overflow that oozed out the sides of her canal and down her back entrance. Slowly he fired into her, again-and-again, teeth clenched until she went limp and sobbed with shameless joy.

“Me next,” babbled Trixie almost incoherently and impatiently; she presented herself on all fours to him.

Gently he attempted to withdraw but his swollen knot was still trapped in Twilight. She worked a spell of her own with a wiggle of fingers, wrapped an aura around their most intimate parts and helped push him out, until he loudly popped loose fron her elastic cunt which gaped wide like she was giving birth and drooled out what looked like a gallon of slimy sperm.

She moaned with another min climax that tightened her vaginal muscles when she pushed the white flood free. Some of it splashed onto Trixie beside her, who greedily slurped up the deluge that coated and stuck to her face.

Already his loins burned anew, his attentions focused on the lower holes open to him. Without hesitation he mounted Lulamoon, pressed his weight atop her, his hot slobber upon her back and his claws encircled about her bulbous tits. “Remember, Trixie can take far more than Twilight Sparkle! So don't you dare hold back and really show me what you've got!”

“Dangerous words,” he warned hotly into her ear. She winced with a sharp cry when he slammed into her; his knot filled with blood to its full girth and forced her open. She leaked down him and her inner thighs, and her knockers smacked when he humped into her. Carefully he nipped the back of her neck, and she whined and further lowered herself in submission before the virile beast. She was his to use, until she pleased him; a fact that made her eyes roll into her head in ecstasy.

Repeated blows hammered her cervix. Thanks to her spell her supple flesh comically rippled about, so soft and pliant it even put his beloved Rarity to shame, yet he knew it wasn't natural. Nonetheless it pleased him. His nails tightened around her hips, and he lifted her up, kept her pinned with her back to his chest while he fucked her in celebration before all the onlookers.

She squirmed and writhed and perspiration rolled down her curves. Soon his lap was absolutely drenched in her sweet love honey. Grunts erupted each time he slammed her back down with such force it would have broken her, were it not for the magic she applied which made her incredibly stretchy. “I'm about to make you mine,” he reminded with another rasp in her ear.

“Y-yes! Trixie needs it!” Drool escaped the corner of her lip.

After a final push Spike flooded her chambers, too. It played out in a similar manner as Twilight; her stomach bloated out and she came from the sheer pressure of his intrusion. She slumped back against him, rode out the multiple climaxes that made her pussy milk him for full satisfaction, uncertain if she could ever find another mate that would match his virile prowess.

He slumped onto his haunches still knotted in her. “S-so...what is the Dragon Lord after...?”

“We looked the formula over,” whispered Moondancer who was still engaged in her own bout of loving with Ember. “It's-”

“Something to keep his dick up!” Trixie laughed and rubbed her cum-swelled tummy. “Oh, he tried to hide it with lots of unnecessary ingredients, but it's obvious he only knows the basics of alchemy! Pretty sure he's embarrassed!”

“Don't worry,” continued Twilight sleepily. “We'll make it for him.

Spike nodded and held them to him. His eyes trailed over the festivities still well underway. He spotted Discord on his wicker throne, Fluttershy and Tree Hugger on his lap with flowers woven into their hair; they returned his wave. Thankfully by the time his knot was able to pop loose, his body had started to morph back, soft fur turned back to familiar scales.

He stretched thankful to be back in his old shape. His wings flexed, his fin ears flicked,and his tail swished. Nostrils flared to take in the scent of perspiration, alcohol, and love in the air, his thoughts turned to the Dragon Lord.

Torch does have quite a number of concubines. Must be hard to keep them all pleased. But he has to or else he can't keep them as status symbols, and without that the other dragons won't see him as worthy! Huh, I just hope he won't be too sore about this latest jaunt. Maybe he really does want to see if I'm worthy to take his daughter as one of my mates.

Well, can't worry to much about that. Hopefully soon I'll be able to spend some much needed time with my lovers! Shame I can't take Twilight with us, but I think she'll be happier here in the long run. Plus, we could always visit her sometime?

Due to the influence of Discord and Luna one night seemed to stretch out much longer; a bit of time dilation to celebrate Walpurgis Night which would only come once a year. Best of all when Spike and his lovers finally collapsed from exhaustion to slumber, a series of wild wet dreams enveloped them, courtesy of the lunar Goddess. They stirred with low moans under the soft blanket of illumination that surrounded them.

Spike snored and drew his lovers close to him, completely at peace. A disembodied voice echoed in their heads. "SLEEP WELL, MY DAUGHTERS, FOR THERE SHALL BE MANY TRIALS FOR THE COVEN TO FACE IN THE FUTURE!"