Bullets and Babes

By this point Spike and his lovers had settled into a routine. Tucked away inside his lair, they took turns looking after the offspring he'd sired with them so far. The five Kirin all belonged to Rarity, while Sweetie Belle had ballooned with her own advanced pregnancy. Ember and Smolder had started to show signs too, much to his chagrin.

A spectrum of lights cast by crystal shards embedded in the cave walls illuminated the gloom. He warmed his posterior on his vast pile of treasures, mostly gold coins, claws wrapped tight around Sweetie's midsection. Like her older sister she had mutated from his sperm too; leather wings, claws, tiny horns, and a tail with a spade tip adorned the otherwise still human woman, at least on the surface. But beneath she had altered like the dragonesses', in order to better mate with him and bear his spawn.

She giggled and bounced atop his twin cocks, which buried balls deep with a wet slap each time she landed. Her well-rounded stomach pressed against his scaly muscles, and her voluminous tits were so pale that like Rarity he could see the veins underneath. Her saucer nipples enclosed much of their surface area, and had went from a pastel pink to a vibrant purple; leaking sweet milk as they jiggled and slapped which he licked away with his extensive forked tongue.

“Thanks,” she huffed with her slender arms cradled around his neck. “For making me a woman!”

“My pleasure.” He intertwined his tail with hers, stroked her curls then traced down her bare curves. His fin ears flicked, listening to the Kirin laugh and cry and scamper about in another section; it was hard to get any privacy but he made certain all his mates were well-tended to. He was supposed to be their protector and provider, a responsibility he gladly accepted.

“I-I'm close!” She dug her nails into his sculpted back with a clench of her teeth.

By this point he knew the signals well. She tightened around his ridged penises, and he allowed himself sweet release with a grunt. The throbs of his equipment and the explosion of semen tickled her interior. Her squeals mixed with his howls, echoed around them, and a volcanic eruption exited her clamped down pussy, drenching his lap while he pumped cum into her.

She collapsed against him soaked in sweat and hazy-eyed. “That never gets old,” she murmured with a kiss on his snout. “To think, without you Rarity and I wouldn't even be here now! I just hope our parents are okay...”

He clasped her to him. “Discord's still keeping tabs on them. They're fine.”

Of course they'll never really get over the loss of their daughters. Wish we could tell them the truth, but I can't risk letting the village know. Who knows what punishment would be dealt out? Or what if humans started an all-out war with the dragons? I mean, we'd probably win, but it would probably push Torch to keep them in line, and both sides would end up suffering!

Gently he removed himself from Sweetie and set her down. With a stretch, he padded away on all fours, and headed to their prize; the Fire Heart, a ruby Rarity and Sweetie had crafted as a symbol of their shared love. However when he arrived its usual scarlet brilliance failed to illuminate the darkness. He skulked closer, only to realize it was missing from its usual spot.

“Hey Rarity,” he called. “Has anyone moved the Fire Heart?”

Rarity strolled in, naked like always, wings pulled tight to her slender back. “I haven't touched it.” Her eyes narrowed. “Ember, Smolder. Neither of you have eaten it, have you?” Like him they had eyed it and licked their chops a number of times.

“No way,” yelled back Ember with a snort. “Dragons understand the importance of symbols like that!”

“Yeah,” answered a gruff Smolder who was busy looking after the toddlers. “How do we know you or your sister didn't do it?! You're half-dragon now too, I'm sure it must've looked like a prize snack!”

Spike sniffed the air with a flare of his nostrils. “Wait, let's not jump to conclusions. It's faint, but I smell something unfamiliar. Or more like someone. I'm not sure how, but somebody slipped inside under our noses!”

“Accursed thief.” Rarity crossed her arms. “Out of all the things they could have taken.”

He curled his snout. “I can't let this go unchallenged. You two poured your heart and soul into it.” Greed and pride welled up in his heart. “But how can we track whoever did it down? They could be anywhere by now!”

Ember tapped her clawed foot with her arms crossed. “I could ask my father. And if he won't help, there's always Discord?”

Since none of them could come up with a better idea it was decided that would be their plan. Again after their usual farewells Spike and Ember undertook another long journey, traveled from place-to-place, in search of a clue to where the Fire Ruby had ended up and who the mysterious thief was. As always he left his offspring in the care of Smolder, who served as guardian, and Rarity and Sweetie Belle, who'd proven themselves quite the caretakers. With a heavy heart they ventured out...

*****

A cloud of dust swept over the sandy town. The air twisted from the heat, a steampunk-styled train rendered inoperative in the middle of the streets. When it settled the twins were visible, tied back-to-back, rounded up by a pair of bounty hunters. “We'll be out within a day at most,” said Flim who looked over his shoulder. “Isn't that so, brother of mine?”

“Indeed,” answered Flam whose eyes were shaded from the blazing sun by his hat's brim.

“And we'll be there to catch ya'll the next time you try 'n hustle someone,” warned Applejack who blew on the tip of her pistol, clouded in smoke. She was tall, shapely, and muscular, dressed in her stetson, tied top, skirt, and boots. “Apple Bloom, make certain the lassos are secure. Don't want a repeat of last time. They're a slippery bunch of eels!”

“You betcha!” Apple Bloom wore similar attire, with a bow in place of a hat. She holstered her gun at her hip and checked the binds. “All set! Baggin' these two should keep us fed for a week, at least!”

Applejack nodded. “Too bad we can't catch the real prize,” she mumbled under her breath. Her eyes turned to wanted posters scrawled over the buildings, some bounties wanted dead-or-alive, but one of the most notorious was her rival Rainbow Dash. She shook her blonde locks, bound at the end by a ribbon. “Let's drag these varmints in and-”

“What's that?” Apple Bloom pointed at a dark shape that descended from the sky.

The airship hovered into view, enveloped them in a wide shadow. Steam and smoke hissed from the contraption, sandstorms kicked up under the mechanical behemoth, an experimental contraption that had allowed its owners to stay several steps ahead of the law. Their bullets couldn't hope to pierce its thick metal hide, its sides lined with powerful cannons.

The crew of pirates stared over the sides, but Applejack was focused only on one. “Rainbow Dash!”

With a sly grin Rainbow Dash shot her a mock salute. She dressed as scandalous as her reputation, her nubile, athletic form barely contained in a bikini-style black top that enveloped her small but perky breasts, her thin but well-shaped hips and buttocks cloaked in a similar thong bottom. She kept a flintlock strapped to one side, a cutlass sheathed at the other which she leveled. “We'll take that! Captain Calaeno's orders, boys and bitches! Hit 'em quick and move out!”

Dozens of hooks shot out and wrapped around the steam train, wounded it in thick chains. The crowds kept their distance but couldn't help gawking at the technical marvel before them. Gradually the machinery was lifted up with a creak.

“Hey! Take us with you!” Flim and Flam struggled in their binds.

Rainbow Dash seemed to consider it a moment. “Sorry, we'd rather not split the profits any further!”

“This time you're mine,” said AJ who prepared herself to pounce. Her little sister seized her wrist and shook her head.

“No way! It'll be you versus dozens, at least! And on their territory at that!” Apple Bloom's eyes watered.

With a grumble Applejack exhaled and calmed herself. “Reckon so.” She wanted to shake her fist at Dash, who turned and bent over, mooning the mobs below with her fingers sliding down her lower garments and shaking her pert ass at them, landing a hard smack on a cheek. Her bare, well-toned back was decorated with wing tattoos. “Why that little bastard...”

“So long, suckers!” And with that the airship sped away with its new prize in tow.

“A-at least we have these two,” reminded Apple Bloom in attempt to calm her.

Yet at the moment all Applejack could think about was the past. A friendship turned bitter rivalry with Rainbow Dash when they reached adulthood. She'd become an arm of the law, and Dash, unable to fit in, abandoned the town and ran away to a life of adventure and crime. It was tireless, hard work, but she had her pride and couldn't accept what Dash had done.

Cruder than ever, too. No manners, no respect for anything, just take and do whatever you want. Well, I'm havin' none of it. She's evaded justice long enough. Don't wanna put Apple Bloom in needless danger, but there has to be someway to bring that renegade in. Maybe if we pooled our bits, hired a heavily armed team to track those pirates down and...

Her thoughts trailed off when the second surprise of the day arrived. Another pair of dark figures swept in. She and Apple Bloom stared in awe, and the mobs scattered, before the pair of dragons that swooped in. They appeared smaller than the ones they'd heard about yet had never seen, to the point where she'd often questioned whether they were simply legends.

“Were they here? We must have missed them,” said the female whose blue scales shimmery in the sunlight.

“We'll catch them,” promised the bulkier, purple one. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah. Just need to rest a little,” she admitted and placed a claw over her soft underbelly.

“Oh boy...” He realized the implications immediately. Neither of them concerned themselves with their cover like usual, certain it was unlikely they would ever travel so out of the way again. “What a weird place.” He took in the saloons, machinery that hissed out vapors, the more modern way the populace was dressed. “Hopefully they're friendly?”

Applejack holstered her weapon in a gesture of peace and approached. Sand crunched under her boots. Were these two the answer she sought? They didn't appear to be mere monsters, at least. Her heart hammered, and Apple Bloom tried to pull her back, but she rebuffed her with a subtle head shake. In order to beat Rainbow Dash she would have to take a gamble...

*****

Grunts escaped the pair each time their pussies wetly kissed, slimy trails between inflamed lower lips, wet slaps audible each time their hips rocked and their sweaty, sticky bodies made contact. Rainbow Dash pressed her naked, nubile body to Lightning Dust's, in competition to see who could make the other squirt first, as they scissored atop piles of shimmery riches.

“You love it slut,” said Dash with a chuckle as she another rival whose trim form could have been her twin.

“Not as much as you cunt,” replied Dust between her own grunts and groans. A pool of their juices pooled under their plush bottoms, twats and assholes sticky with release, their pointy tits bouncing, like the rest of their curvature lined in sweat. The dim interior of the airship's treasury was alight in a golden sheen, access reserved for the Captain's most prized crew members.

This was how they always celebrated a successful mission. They were about even, with Dash in a slight lead, as she'd made Lightning cum her brains out first the last couple of times first. Rainbow called, “You ready?!”

With another particularly violent thrust, Dash's cunt slammed into Dust's, their slimy pink lips swollen and kissing. “Gah~!” Lightning clenched her eyes and lips, face flushed, and her lower holes clenched down. She hissed in humiliation and unbridled lust, spurted a spray of love nectar across Dash, who cackled in triumph and moaned when she allowed her own dam to finally break. Her waterfall sprayed over Dust in a similar manner, both left an even stickier, unkempt mess.

The door slammed open and Celaeno appeared in the entrance with a shout of, “At attention you scurvies!” The pirates were instantly on their feet with what little dignity they could muster. The tall woman looked them over with a tsk of distaste, dressed in the typical Captain attire, one of her legs replaced by a mechanical prosthetic. “We can't afford to take it easy yet!”

“Y-yeah...” Rainbow had to admit the Captain was one of the few she truly respected.

Celaeno claimed to be a harpy from some exotic land. Her hair was akin to feathers, a plume on her back, her feet like talons. Otherwise she appeared like a human woman, and puffed out her heavy breast, cheek dotted in a beauty mark. “I let you two run amok because you push each other to new heights, but you've been slackin' lately, Lightning Dust!”

With a grumble and clench of her teeth Lightning Dust said, “Yes Captain. I'll shape up!”

“You'd better! And you, Rainbow Dash! You're supposed to keep an eye on each other! If she falls behind, it's your fault too!” She unsheathed her cutlass so fast it was impossible to follow, poked the tip between Dash's and Dust's wet tits.

“Okay, okay, Captain! I'll take care of it!” Dash raised her hands with a sigh.

“Good. Be ready before the crack of dawn. They won't expect us to hit 'em again so soon!” Celaeno turned and left.

Rainbow Dash shrugged and turned with a slight smile to Lightning Dust, who glared back momentarily, throwing herself down on the treasure pile to sulk. Her nude shape glistened under the light, the shadows crawling over her lithe contours. She couldn't help but drink her in, hopeful that after she cooled down they could go back to some playful ribbing to break the tension.

I don't want her to live in my shadow, but hey, someone has to be the best! Why shouldn't it be me? We're free to go where we want, do what we want, drink, fuck, and be merry...shouldn't that be enough? No, I still have some unfinished business with Applejack. I don't wanna hurt her, but so long as we're in the same territory she won't stop hounding us!

She looked over her shoulder at the wing tattoos Celaeno had inked into her skin in return for prized service. Lightning Dust wore a similar pair. They were said to be enchanted, to allow one to fly, but so far neither had figured out how to make them work and the Captain said they never would if she had to tell them.

She rubbed her skin, dreamed of taking flight, certain she would someday...