Bullets and Babes

Stars twinkled over Gunsmoke and surrounded the pale moon, which reminded Spike of the coven. He dreamed about the witches, particularly Twilight Sparkle, his spiny tail wrapped around Ember who he held close, sharing their body heat. No doubt Smolder would experience similar pangs soon, filled with the eggs they conceived. But he knew Rarity and Sweetie Belle would be there to look after her, and the Kirin he'd fathered, tucked inside his cozy lair to await their return.

Their nostrils flared whenever dust rolled in, and Cherry Jubilee routinely checked on them where they slept at the brothel's back. Applejack had been offered a room and was fast asleep. They planned to set out early, hopeful that they could track down and hit the sky pirates before they were able to make another move. Hours wore on, quiet save for an occasional distant howl.

The moment dawn started to break a black shape loomed into view and momentarily eclipsed the faded moon. Applejack stretched wide and yawned, used to waking up at all hours, and tossed aside the covers from her naked form. She flopped her stetson into place first thing, opened a window to let a cool breeze in, which tickled her skin and made her nipples erect.

“What in tarnation...?” Her sleepy eyes settled onto the massive hulk that drifted down. Without a second thought, she reached for her belt with its holstered pistol and clasped it into place without bothering to dress further; but still she wasn't in time, fiery eruptions splitting the air, a cannonball sailing at the building and knocking her over when it connected in a splitting boom.

She coughed and rose, dived out the window, and landed with a splash in a basin she aimed for below. Around her men and women in various states of undress spilled out amidst panicked screams, some of the cowboys shooting uselessly at the airship.

“Don't panic,” ordered Cherry who waved her fan at her girls. “You know what to do!” A brigade of her most well-trained girls nodded and flanked her. She reached under her skirts and withdrew a firearm of her own, as did those with her.

Flames and smoke rose from the area, which reeked with gunpowder, more cannonballs peppering other structures. Thankfully these appeared to be warning shots, the pirates trying to stir them up in hopes they would surrender without bloodshed.

Spike growled and took a defensive stance before his mate. He puffed up his musculature, and his soft underbelly bloated, a raging inferno which he released from his wide open jaws. The emerald blaze tore into the airship's hull, and the mechanism tilted sideways, metal melting to a molten slag and the crew members near forced to abandon their posts.

“Oh no,” whispered AJ who realized he'd just made them the prime targets. But his eyes were empty, bestial instincts taking over, hissing and growling, his wings flexed and his spaded tail lashing about in preparation to spring.

“It's suicide,” warned Ember but she too snarled and took up a defensive stance to support him.

The ship's engines screeched and threatened to stall. Steam hissed from its melted wound, and it was forced to lower. Cherry took the first shot, and her girls followed, driving away the pirates each time they tried to ready the cannons to fire.

Water dripped off a glistening AJ who took aim with both hands and squeezed the trigger. She winced a little when Apple Bloom arrived with her fellow bounty hunters who also opened fire, but reminded herself her little sister had seen her naked a thousand times when they'd bathed, and hoped most of the men wouldn't pay much attention to her with all the chaos around them.

With a bestial shriek Spike shot skywards. He barreled past the pirates, those foolish enough to unload on him easily brushed aside with his swipes, bullets and scales bouncing off his scales. He spat more flames, the deck's surface now ablaze, hungry fires licking at the skull-and-crossbones flags. Gilda yelled, tumbling out the safety of her crow's nest.

“Where's the Fire Ruby?!” He bellowed at them, claws fully extended, ready to tear the machinery open.

“Here,” called Scootaloo who appeared with the heart-shaped ruby held aloft. “Just leave us alone!”

Rainbow Dash hurried over in her black bikini attire. “No! Let me handle-” But she could only watch in horror when Spike rushed at Scoots, swiped up the Fire Ruby with his claws, and inadvertently bowled her over the ship's side. “Scootaloo~!”

Without thinking she dived after her, tears in her eyes, watching her sidekick cry out and flail helplessly towards the earth. The tattoos on Dash's lithe back lit up, and a plume unfurled in a burst of multicolored feathers. She shot down like a bullet amidst a rainbow blur, scooped up the now unconscious Scoots in her swoop, and realized she was surrounded by bounty hunters.

“Shit,” she muttered but in truth was far more concerned with the orphan's safety.

“You're under arrest,” announced Apple Bloom who kept her weapon leveled at them. “Don't worry, we'll take care of her!”

“Thanks,” whispered Dash who reluctantly handed Scoots over. Over her shoulder she saw the airship attempting a retreat, parts of the machine still collapsing and metal creaking amidst steam and smoke, now a fiery coffin that most of the crew abandoned by rope ladders they tossed over its sides. She couldn't blame them, really. It was everyone for themselves now.

Applejack had thrown on a nightgown that didn't hide much in haste and arrived on the scene as Dash was cuffed. They shared a look, Dash's face heavy with grief and worry, and she returned a sympathetic smile. The bedlam was dying down she noted, most of the damage to Gunsmoke superficial, but she noticed the jail had been intentionally hit, the prisoners which included Flim and Flam no doubt set loose to further their troubles amidst the attempted invasion and plunder.

The bounty hunters and Cherry's girls helped round up what escapees and stray pirates they could. There were a number of wounded but no casualties that she could see. She realized how lucky they truly were, that it could have erupted into a massacre.

Outstretched claws plucked up Rainbow Dash, who yelped in surprise, more feathers cast about when she was carried away. Spike lifted her like a ragdoll, and none dared intervene, equals parts terrifying and majestic with his scales alight by the glows cast by the fires and moonlight. He vanished into the night, AJ wincing in wonder at what fate awaited her.

Will he eat her? Please, Spike...she's not bad at heart! But I doubt any of us could stop him either way. Even so, they've done a real number on the town. Could take months or years before we make up for this.

At least that airship might be grounded,but whoever their captain is they've probably gotten away. I just hope they won't come back seekin' revenge...

*****

The manic flight lasted for several minutes. Barren wastelands passed below, the moon now fully dipped to be replaced by the sun. Rainbow Dash landed with a thud amidst dust clouds when the claws opened. Aside from the occasional rock and dry cracked earth she didn't see much else, in fact couldn't even tell what direction they'd come from anymore.

She sat up and huffed, plume drawn about her, eyes on the dragon who loomed over her. She swallowed hard, eclipsed by his long shadow, and flushed when prey instincts overwhelmed her, warm urine trickling down her inner thigh when he opened his maw wide. “W-wait! I...I doubt I taste all that good, anyway! Come on, you don't want to do this!”

He snarled, the Fire Ruby clasped in a front claw. “Did you steal this?!”

“Y-yeah,” she admitted with another drawn out gulp. “I noticed you return home after hunting one day when our airship passed the area, and the captain said it was too dangerous, but I ignored her and slipped into your cave to 'liberate' it. I figured you were just gonna sit on that treasure, anyhow!” He growled and she shrank. “Look, I acted on my own, okay? But you have it back now, so what's the big deal? You wrecked our ship, which is worth way more than some dumb ruby!”

His claw slammed her to the dirt and she winced, the wind knocked from her. He pinned her in place, clawed into the land, embers popped from his teeth and blackness oozed from his nostrils. “It's priceless to me! And you've cracked it!” He turned it around with his free front claw, exposed a hairline fracture that laced its backside, which would no doubt spread.

“S-sorry,” she wheezed and tried to flex her wings in hopes of escape, simply to realize she was at his mercy.

“Not good enough.” The primal rage he always kept restrained, that his lovers had help keep quelled, now spilled out all at once. His eyes glazed over again, his hot drool dripped over her chest, his rows of razor teeth bared in preparation to devour her. His consciousness bled away, replaced by pure instinct, ready to enact vengeance and sate his unbridled fury.

Is this really how it ends...? Scootaloo, I'm sorry. No, wait. Maybe I've still gotta card to play...

Rainbow Dash half-lidded her eyes at him. “I saw those human women in your lair. You're a frisky one, aren't you?” Her heart thudded, and she carefully lifted a barefoot, traced her toes over his warm sheathe. “Maybe we could, you know...”

She knew it was insane. His fleshy twin members peeked out, and she realized they could easily split her apart, if he decided to take her full-force. Yet she'd always been a risk taker, knew she'd have to chance it in order to survive. His chest expanded, and his viscous slime leaked from the tips, down her toes which wiggled and brushed over his vein-lined, spiny protrusions.

A fresh hunger settled into his gaze born of sheer lust. He dropped the Fire Ruby beside him, his rational mind still blank, lifted the claw that pinned her which snagged her bikini top. It snapped and her pert breasts subtly wobbled free, their pierced nubs stiff in the breeze. He yanked at her bikini bottom, which shredded, her tight pussy left exposed to the open air.

She spread her thin legs, tried not to go cross-eyed at his now fully stiffened members, their hot slickness coming to rest on her slender belly and between her tits. He dragged his tongue over them, took his piercings between his teeth, pulled on her dark pink nipples until they painfully distended. She yelped with a blush, her cunt lips puffy an moist to her surprise.

My head's all foggy. So hard to think. Is it the smell? It's overpowering!

His intoxicating musk dulled her thoughts, made her positively drip in anticipation. But in this state he didn't see her like his over mates. She whimpered when he roughly poked her lower holes, forced her wide open, filling her far more than any dildo or strap on from Lightning Dust ever had. Yet he was still lucid enough to not hurt her, despite the rough fucking he prepared her for. She moaned aloud, stuffed impossibly full, and he growled with her, pushed deep into her stretched out fuckholes.

She clung to his powerful chest, whimpered each time he skewered her, the fleshy ridges tickling all her heated pink walls, brushing over her g-spot and his tip mashing against her cervix entrance. “Eep,” she cried when he pierced that barrier too, pheromones dulling her pains and turning them to electric tingles of pleasure, her womb claimed as his personal treasure.

“Oh my gosh,” she wheezed through gritted teeth, her eyes saucers, never having experienced anything quite like this. It was the ultimate thrilling risk, knowing he could easily tear her apart if he wanted, and she came the first of many times rather quickly, her gusher washing over his cock and balls, leaving them and her groin sticky with her slimy, runny discharge.

He groaned, poked his claw tips into the soft, parting flesh of her small but shapely bottom. She arced her back and extended her wings, and he nipped at her breasts, pulling on the rings through the nipples and letting her tits smack back into place. At the same time he strained his muscles, drove his hips into her, the air filled with smacks each time he ravaged her sexholes.

She pressed her lips to his, nibbled on him, unable to deny it was the best lay she'd ever had. She struggled to care about anything else, entirely lost in the moment, hopeful that he'd seize her as his latest treasure and spirit her away.

Her mind went complete blank. She lost track of how many times she'd came, until he too unloaded into her with a howl, head raised when he breathed plumes upwards. Her stomach bloated, eggs swallowed up by a sea of his spunk which gushed out the sides of her orifices, and she shot off him and landed on her ass, more streams of his cum shooting all over her sweaty form.

“W-wild,” she managed with a stupefied smile before unconsciousness claimed her. She slumbered with her limbs spread in a puddle of his sperm, drenched from head-to-toe, chest rising-and-falling while she dreamed about him.

*****

“What a total disaster,” mumbled Calaeno who stalked around the wreckage of her beloved airship. She'd been forced into an emergency crash landing, the hunk of burning metal still spitting trails of smoke that would doubtless lead their enemies here if they chose to pursue. She kicked its hull with her false leg, a metallic clang answering her. “Worse, I've lost my secondary!”

Lightning Dust marched up next to her. “Guess that makes me second-in-command, huh?”

Calaeno nodded. “Don't let me down,” she warned with a stern narrow of an eye. “Get your lazy ass over here, Gilda, and help put out these flames!” She scooped up handfuls of dirt and used it to smother some of the fires with a hiss.

“Yeah, yeah...” Gilda shook her head, dressed in shorts and a torn shirt. “It's pointless, you know. Our entire crew couldn't put this out, let-alone what we have left!” The tall, well-toned woman nodded back at the demoralized few that were still there.

Much as she hated to admit it Calaeno conceded, “You're right. It might be beyond salvage. Curses.” She paced around, lost in contemplation as to their next move. No way they could make it anywhere else civilized on foot but Gunsmoke. The desert would be a death sentence. But with their small numbers, she doubted they could take the town, despite their armaments.

Dust patted the flintlock at her narrow hip. “Leave it to us! We'll raid the town and hit 'em where it hurts!”

They were interrupted by a pair headed their way. Immediately the trio withdrew their guns, and pointed them at the twins, who raised their hands. “Now hold on a second,” said Flim. “I do believe we can help each other, wouldn't you say, brother?”

“Why yes indeed!” Flam shared a smile with him. “We've all manner of expertise when it comes to such devices!”

Dust replied, “We're listenin'. But make it snappy before my trigger finger gets all itchy.”

Gilda scowled at them. “You can't trust these con artists! I should know! There's tons like them back where I come from!”

“You wound us,” said the twins who raised hands to their hearts. “We're certain we can cut a deal that helps us all...” Within moments they shared their plans, and Calaeno waved down her enforcers, patiently listened and considered their limited options. She decided it was a risk they'd have to take, to rescue Rainbow Dash any anyone else they could.

Fortunately the steam train was only partly dismantled. Flim and Flam assured them they could have it up-and-ready within a couple hours, stored safely inside and unaffected by the inferno.

They started it up and rolled it out to safety, past pools of molten gold coins, some which had hardened. It chugged the entire time, threatening to shake apart under the strain.

Under their directions the crew recovered what parts they could and the brothers started to rig it up with what was on hand. This time the contraption was redesigned into a juggernaut, some speed sacrificed for more armor, loaded down with a few of the intact cannons.

Calaeno wistfully studied her downed ship, ready to risk it all in order to have it and Rainbow Dash back.