Chapters 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...
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!
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!
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!"
