Bullets and Babes

Spike left Rainbow Dash with Cherry Jubilee who promised to look after her, and followed behind Pinkie Pie, who led him into a hole in the building at the back, into a rather spacious room. He watched her wide hips and buttocks sway with a bounce while she walked with a pep in her step, garbed back in her saloon outfit.

“Wait here,” she called with a wink when they entered the bedroom and a shake of her barely contained robust cleavage. “I'll be back with a special surprise!”

He nodded and settled down on his haunches. There was an elaborate bed surrounded by silk curtains, able to fit at least a dozen people, and covered in heart-shaped pillows.

There was also a large mirror that he stopped before and paused to flex his muscles. “Huh,” he mumbled to himself. “Is it just me, or have I gotten bigger recently?”

By giving into his rage and lust, he'd indeed experienced a growth spurt that had made him more dominant...but also threatened to make him selfish and cruel if he weren't careful. However, he remained blissfully unaware of this.

“I'm back.” Pinkie bounded in. “Come on, sister, don't be so shy!”

“Okay,” came the meek reply. A woman that resembled Pinkie and dressed in the same manner stepped in, hands clasped before her and head lowered, half-hidden behind a curtain of straight hair. “H-hello. My name's Marble Pie.”

“She's my twin! We work as a duet, singing and dancing for the patrons! Oh, and...other things.” Pinkie wiggled her eyebrows. “Guys'll pay top bits for a roll with twin sisters! Plus, I finally got Marble out of her shell. Well, sorta!”

With a mild smile and blush Marble said, “I do my best. H-how may I service you, Spike?”

Pinkie delivered a hard slap on her sister's ample ass which made her yelp and jump. “Geez, I'd think you're playing up the cute, innocent act on purpose! You're almost as nervous as the first time I got your clothes off here!”

“It's not an act,” shot back Marble defensively. “I've just, well, never done in with a dragon before. No offense.”

Spike gave her a toothy grin. “None taken.” He couldn't help but drink in the curves under her uniform.

“Dragons aren't easy to sate,” warned Pinkie. “So I've called in the big guns! Limestone, get your cute butt in here!”

“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses!” The third woman grumbled and wandered in, also dressed in the same outfit. Limestone Pie had a perpetually sour expression, but was otherwise nearly a match for the beauty of her sisters, less shapely but with small, taut muscles. “Usually Cherry Jubilee doesn't let me entertain customers, since most can't handle me.”

“She beats them up,” said Pinkie who earned a scowl from Limestone. “Limey's never been able to handle some of the dirtier, 'degrading' talk, and when they start with the rough stuff she gives it back in spades! Almost got herself kicked out, but Cherry decided to make her a bouncer instead! Oh, and she's a darn good shot, too!”

Spike thought he'd saw her in the crowd with Cherry Jubilee when the air pirates invaded.

“We followed Pinkie after she ran away from the rock farm,” explained Marble. “Our family is rather...conservative. Stricter than Applejack's, even. We were a little embarrassed at first, but Cherry Jubilee has been wonderful to us. We have another sister, Maud, but she decided to stay behind and look after our parents.” She laid her palms on his scaly muscles.

He was practically salivating already, wrapping his claws around her hips.

With a subdued giggle Marble drew out of his grasp and sidled next to her sisters. With Pinkie at the center the siblings began their dance, heels clicking on the floorboards, fingers on the hem of their skirts which they slowly lifted, until their stockings and garter belts showed, panties clinging to their puffy womanhoods, the fabric so tight prominent camel toes were visible.

Their movements were choreographed, in perfect unison. They spun and turned their backs to him as one, bent over with their dresses raised, and wiggled their rumps at him, barely contained by their frilly undergarments.

Unable to restrain himself anymore, he rushed forward and delivered a smack to Limestone's and Marble's bottoms with his palms and squeezed, while he started with a kiss on Pinkie's shapely ass, before his teeth sank into her panties and ripped them right off.

“Ooh,” said Pinkie with half-lidded eyes over her shoulder. “Frisky, aren't we?”

Spike licked between her inner thighs, over her clit which swelled and her slit that moistened on his elongated tongue, between the cleft of her buttocks and traced a circle around the hot pink ring of her asshole. Pinkie squealed and giggled in delight, and his claws shredded her attire, her heavy tits toppling free of her torn bra with an exaggerated bounce and smack together.

“Get your clothes off,” he ordered the other two who started to shirk their costumes. While Marble and Limestone undid their bras and stepped out of their panties, he lined his erect members up with Pinkie's needy fuckholes, and mounted her. She whined with a lewd smirk when he split her wide open, able to instantly take more of him than most women had managed.

"Don't worry," said Pinkie. "After years on the rock farm we're really tough! And extra-stretchy in all the right places, after Cherry Jubilee imported those special potions!"

He wondered if she meant alchemy, like the coven used? Was their reach this far?

While he started to take Pinkie, he bent her two denuded sisters over at her sides, and carefully sunk his claws into their lower orifices. They mewled in response, even Limestone letting her guard down a bit. Their juices trickled down his digits, and they made moist, squishy sounds, sending spatters of their twat nectar about each time he thrust into them.

His eyes turned to whites, lost in the moment. He thrust his hips with all the might he dared muster without hurting Pinkie, her asscheeks wobbling with an audible clap each time he sunk balls deep into her tight loveholes, his muscles growing taut, nostrils flaring, snorts and growls escaping while he hammered away at her, fingering the two who joined their sis in a chorus of moans.

His tongue wrapped around one of Pinkie's hanging tits several times, squeezing the supple flesh and flicking her wide, erect nipple, while her loose tit continued to swing and bounce each time he rammed into her hot, tightening tunnels.

Pinkie's head swam from his precum leaking into her, not to mention the overwhelming smell of his musk, her siblings similarly intoxicated and submissive when they inhaled it. His prowess had only grown as he let himself lose a little more, surrendering to the dragon instincts he'd once been ashamed of, to take what he wanted and claim this nubile, fertile females as his treasures.

Pinkie huffed. “C-can you still understand me, Spike?”

He tilted his head with a flick of his ears, teeth hungrily bared, balls churning for release inside her, a need to seed her womb.

“Anyhow~” Pinkie giggles between more pants and moans, happy to be used by him if it made him happier. “We...we took a look at the Fire Ruby. Umph,” she closed her eyes and threatened to lose her train of thought, gripping her holes around him.

“What she means to say,” managed to spit out Marble. “Is that we all took a look at the Fire Ruby, and-”

“We can fix the shell,” finished Limestone who grit her teeth with narrowed eyes, blushing bright as her sisters, like Marble hesitant to admit how much she now wanted him to fuck her, too. “But...but the magic leaked out~!” She howled a particular lewd moan, face fully flushed when she repeatedly squirted over his strong arm, ashamed she'd came first and so easily.

“H-hot,” whispered Marble who watched her sister's face twist and her funholes clench. She whined and came too, splashing over his other arm, his fingers still buried deep up their assholes and cunts while he continued to fuck Pinkie.

“We....know all about gems and minerals,” said Pinkie whose eyes rolled into her head, using her holes to milk his cocks with abandon, mind dulled with a need to take his load deep inside her. “A-and someone who can restore the Fire Ruby's magic~!”

Aware she was close, Spike helped her along when he swallowed his flame, smoke pouring out his nose, sinking balls deep again and loosing his pent up virility. Her stomach bloated from overfill, an excess of cum shooting around his dicks, and she chewed on her curls, closing her eyes with a blissful, high-pitched scream when she creamed all over his groin.

He packed in much as he dared, then pulled out from her gaped holes, barely half of his sperm loosed. The rested he unloaded all over the sisters, painted them from head-to-toe, dense ropes of sticky, white goo slapping over their heads, backs, and asses.

Giving them no time to rest, still far from satisfied, Spike flipped Marble over and pulled her to him. She cooed in appreciation, his claws around her thighs, staring into his angry, dominant face when he slammed into her orifices. “A-ah~!”

“No fair,” muttered Limestone almost inaudibly, fingering herself while she watched him ruthlessly ravage her.

Marble smiled coyly at him, wide-eyed, her sweaty, bulbous tits bobbing each time he railed her. His ridges tickled her interior, the fleshy nubs massaging her spongy g-spot, and she mewled with glazed eyes. He completely sheathed himself and fired off into her, explosions of white slapping the slippery walls of her wombs, and with a squeak she came on him again.

She'd barely finished when he yanked out of her widened sexholes. He fired the excess onto her face, into her open mouth, all over her body, particularly over her glazed up titties, and the runny slime dribbled down her plush, sticky curves.

Spike immediately turned his fiery gaze on Limestone with a loud snort. He yanked her up by the hair mid-masturbation, lifted one of Limestone's toned legs up high and sunk into her sideways. “F-fuck,” she wheezed, burning hotter when he used her like his personal plaything, a sexy toy that existed to satisfy his bestial, boundless lusts.

Pinkie giggled and crawled atop Marble, straddling her face, cum leaking out her fuckholes onto it. Most men couldn't afford to have the twins at once, but this was how they usually followed up when they did, hungrily eating each other out, slurping out their assholes and pussies, chewing and slurping on a mix of dick and pussy juice before they gobbled it down.

That lewd little show usually provided the perfect cherry on a fuck session, and spurred Spike to skewer Limestone even harder. He sensed she was physically the toughest of the three, that he barely needed to hold back, his claws and tongue kneading her smaller but still quite sizable buttocks and breasts. She hissed in delight, her six pack drawn tight. “Give it to me.”

With a final slam he impaled her. “Make me yours,” she cried barely able to concentrate when she broke her dam. Like her sisters he filled her up to excess, leaving her like them looking heavily impregnated when he pulled out, and unfurled more salvos, until Limestone was coated all over, her mouth filled to overflow with spunk that ran down her lips and chin.

Spike panted with them when sanity started to return. “Y-you all okay?” He breathed a sigh of relief when they happily nodded. He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Kind of lost control. Done that a lot lately, actually.”

“No worries,” said Pinkie with a wink between laps at Marble's nethers. “That person who can put the magic back in the Fire Ruby can help you with that, too! We'll draw you up a map once you're on your way from Gunsmoke.”

Marble paused between nibbling and pulling on Pinkie's pussy lips. “We'll fix the Fire Ruby's surface, too.”

Spike beamed in appreciation, blissful like them in his afterglow. “Where did the magic come from, though?”

“Not sure,” said Limestone. “Probably from the love of whoever made it.”

He wondered if it was connected to the diamond tattoos on Rarity's and Sweetie Belle's buttocks, that maybe they harbored a magic they weren't even aware of, brought out by the symbols branded on them. The fact that he'd mutated them into half-dragons by repeated mating with them had also helped bring that dormant power out. “Their love for me is that deep...”

He curled up next to them and drew them close with his tail, wrapping that and his wingspan around them. He needed to pull back, aware that in his anger he'd recklessly endangered Ember and the citizens of Gunsmoke, that he'd nearly killed Scootaloo amidst their battle even though she was no real threat to anyone. At least Rainbow Dash had quickly forgiven him.

I'm not usually one for self-reflection. Guess Rarity and Ember in particular have had quite an effect on me! Wish they got along better, though. Sure, they pretend to be nice when I'm around, but I can tell there's some tension there. Sweetie Belle and Smolder seem a lot happier to just go along for the ride. I know they'd all do anything for me, regardless!

I've taken Rainbow Dash under my protection, but what about the rest of them? Ember says I'll have to be more dominant and proactive to become the Dragon Lord someday, but is that really what I want? Sounds like a lot of pressure!

His eyes trailed over the Pie sisters who cuddled about him and each other.

Still, if it means I can protect them and have their love, I'm willing to at least try. Maybe that's what the world needs. Instead of all the races fighting for control, maybe I can help them unite under my wings. I know that's far off, but between Discord and his cult, the coven, Gunsmoke, not to mention the Dragon Lands, well...we'd be pretty much unstoppable!

*****

“Come on in and relax,” urged Cherry Jubilee who stood naked in a sauna with well over a dozen of her girls. They bathed freely, surrounded by a thin steam, bodies beaded in droplets of sweat. Usually this room was reserved for the richest customers, but her crew were often given a chance to relax here with her in order to relieve the stresses of their job.

“Er, hello.” Applejack removed her clothes and left them outside, her stetson tossed aside with reluctance. She met the neutral stare of Rainbow Dash, who Cherry currently bathed, special attention paid to her wing tattoos.

“Hey.” Dash managed a smile. “Cherry gives the best massages!”

Cherry smirked and let her hair down, her palms still slick with oil and the scent of perfume. “I've shut down the place to customers for now and invited a number of select guests here. They should be arriving soon.”

AJ nodded. She blushed at all the casual nudity around her, and settled her freckled bottom onto a bench. A few minutes later more started to arrive, and she spun to face one of the arrivals. “What in tarnation are you doin' here?!”

Apple Bloom paused mid conversation with Scootaloo, hands thrust onto her hips. They were still in their towels and wispy vapors trailed around them. “I was invited here too, sis! Not like I haven't seen all this before!”

“That was different and you know it! Cherry Jubilee, I can't believe-”

The madam shook her head. “She should be left to make her own decisions.”

Dash exchanged a grin with her sidekick. “Glad to see you're still kickin'! I knew a fall wouldn't keep you down!”

“Thanks!” Scoolatoo removed her towel and unveiled her lithe, nubile form, more to show off her own wing tattoos than anything, still hopeful they would someday activate. “Apple Bloom's been wonderful!”

“Aw, shucks. It was nothin'!” Apple Bloom disrobed too, her body a little shapelier with slight toned muscle definition.

AJ stomped and stewed, clearly outnumbered again. This was exactly the kind of scenario she'd always tried to protect her sister from, having taken on a motherly role with the early passing of their parents. “Guess I can't win this one.”

“Nope!” Pinkie bounded in, closely followed by Marble, Limestone, and Ember who'd taken on her humanoid form. “We wanted to invite Spike, as I'm sure he'd enjoy the show, but unfortunately he doesn't exactly fit! I mean literally!”

“That is a shame,” said Limestone who undressed like her sisters and settled in.

Marble asked, “Were we called her for business or pleasure?”

“The latter. After recent events I believe we've all earned a vacation,” noted Cherry Jubilee. “Please, make yourselves at home and stay as long as you wish. I want to make this place a paradise to everyone who comes here.”

Everyone did their best to relax, lounging about without a care in the world. Most were almost able to forget about all the recent violence and destruction that had come to Gunsmoke. Rainbow Dash couldn't help but look shame-faced at those she'd tried to plunder, and how quickly most of them forgave her only made it all the harder as she shrank into herself a little.

They talked, reclined, and wandered about, unaware that a steam train was headed their way. With a hiss it collided with the building, shaking its foundation, several of them tossed about or thrown to the slippery floor.

Cherry Jubilee snapped back into all business mode, as did Applejack, and shared a nod certain that the sky pirates had made their return! But this time they were prepared...