Sunset At World's End

Certain that his lovers were secure for the moment, since with Ember's and Smolder's negotiations with Dragon Lord Torch had allowed him a small territory in the safest portions on the outskirts of the Dragon Lands, Spike had bid his family a teary farewell. Unfortunately, he'd been informed this was a journey he would have to undertake alone.

This supposed Goddess lived at the world's edge, and would remain hidden unless one was brazen enough to approach alone. Other than that the Pie sisters claimed they couldn't tell him more if he hoped to encounter her. He'd also asked Discord and the coven during his trip, but other than the former offering him a short cut that saved him weeks of travel they refused to speak of it. Twilight Sparkle had warned him if he wished to replenish the Fire Ruby he'd have to undertake a long pilgrimage.

He rested only when necessary, soared high above the land in the tumultuous skies, beat his leathery wings and pushed against the gales that assaulted his shimmery scales. A mountain range swept by, the winds swirling in all directions, screaming and threatening to pull him into the abyss. From his vantage the canyons below had vanished completely.

His head started to swim, his limbs grew heavier, but he knew to stop now would mean injury, possibly death. He'd easily be swept up by the whirlwind and dashed about on the rocks. Gritting his teeth with a hiss, he pushed onward, the Fire Ruby glittering in his claws, the faces of those he loved, particularly Rarity and Sweetie Belle, playing across his thoughts.

I have to do this! For them! How can I ever become the Dragon Lord if I give up now?

Like a dream a vast citadel materialized on a mountaintop amidst glitter and illumination. The radiance nearly blinded him, and he was drawn to it, forced to touch down before the pristine, regal palace that looked like it came from a fairy tale.

Cautiously he padded over on all fours. The double doors toppled open before him. “Come in,” came a musical lilt.

Somehow her tone put him at ease. He marched up the stairs, into the hallway, lined in suits of shining armor and portraits of various men and women framed above. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting him in a prism of bright colors, and he followed the carpet down the corridor to the throne room, which was once again thrown open in anticipation.

Seated on a golden throne was the tallest, most voluptuous woman he'd ever witnessed. She cast him a mild smile, her wavy locks swirling around her naked, pale form, enveloped by a thin halo of light that made it painful to look upon her beauty.

His heart skipped a beat and he sat on his haunches on the stairs before her. “You're the Goddess?”

She raised a hand to her lips and tittered softly. “Is that what they call me? I watch over the world with my closest companions. You've already met my sister, Luna. My name is Celestia.” She nodded at the Fire Ruby he'd placed on a leather strap bound to his armored scales. “I take it that's why you've come? To replace the magic once contained within?”

He nodded. “How did you know? I'm, uh, Spike, by the way.”

“I make it my life's work to keep abreast of events. Besides, I can sense it used to be filled with the love of two women close to you.” She extended her hands and he placed the Fire Ruby in her palms. At this range it was almost painful in her presence, her warmth and a sense of serenity spilling over him, in contrast to the fear her sister invoked to protect the coven.

She reclined on her throne and crossed a leg. “I would like to help you, but first, will you do me a favor? No, not that.” She tittered again at how he couldn't help but leer at the swell of her bulbous breasts and child-bearing hips, barely obscured by the luminescence, and he looked away with a shamefaced blush. “No need to worry, I appreciate your admiration.”

Spike shot her a goofy grin. “So, about that favor...”

Celestia's expression turned more pensive, her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed, her lips pursed. “It's about my prized former student. Once, she was a champion of the people, working tirelessly and alone to smite evil. It was too large a burden to thrust on anyone, especially one so young and innocent. I fear it's entirely my fault she's been twisted into a demon.”

She stood and turned her back to him, aware of his gaze locked on her generous buttocks. “And since it appears you have quite an eye for the ladies, perhaps you're the one who might finally be able to tame her. But beware. Many have tried to sate her, and come to a terrible end. However, you may be the first with a libido able to keep up with her...”

“I'll do my best.” He swallowed hard, curious who this 'demon' was and hoped she was attractive, at least.

Celestia turned back to him and nodded. “Feel free to rest here, until you're ready. I'll draw you a bath and bring you all the gems you could want. You'll need all your strength when you face her. Oh, and...” She procured a bottle from the ether and dangled it between her manicured fingers. “A little extra insurance from the coven, to keep your 'dragons' at the ready.”

She giggled at his deepening flush and passed it to him. She strolled down the stairs past him with a swagger of her hips and buttocks, her breasts giving a subtle bounce, and he trailed behind her down the corridors with the bottle tucked in the strap.

Led into a spacious bath area, closer to a pool, at the corners stood nude statues of women with their breasts arced out, jars held aloft over their heads while they poured out a continuous stream of water. Steam rose from the liquid and swirled in a thick miasma about them. She nodded, and he sunk into the waters, sighing as his chiseled muscles relaxed on contact.

“So peaceful.” He reclined and noticed that one of the marble likenesses was the spitting image of Fluttershy.

“Many have passed through these halls. I like to collect pieces of art that remind me of them. Discord was once a bitter enemy of my sister and I, but Fluttershy and Tree Hugger tamed him, and we've been allies ever since.” She noted another nude statue in Tree's image. “Who knows? Maybe you'll also grace these halls, by the time you're done with this mission.”

He gasped in shock when she sat behind him, thighs spread when she pressed her fleshy globes and her crotch to his muscular back. “Allow me to help you relax,” she whispered and traced the lines of his musculature, nuzzling his neck while she massaged him. She was unbelievably soft and warm, with a sweet aroma of perfume that encased him like a cocoon.

Is this really happening? It feels s surreal, like a dream. Different from what Discord does, though.

Gradually she dragged her heavy tits over his back, smashed them against him and rolled them in slow circles. Her wide nipples poked into him, and his loins stirred, his rods starting to emerge from their sheathes with a twitch. Grunting, his pink cocks flopped free and rose to full erection, throbbing with need, his eyes starting to glaze over and turn white.

“Now, now,” she murmured in his fin ear. “Forgive me, but I must be certain you're prepared to face my student. And as such no matter how much I work you up I can't allow you any release yet. Keep it bottled up, let it loose on her...”

He groaned in frustration, wanted to seize her in his claws and take her right now, but knew this was all part of the test. He kept his thoughts on Rarity and Sweetie, on the idea that if he succeeded, he'd be much closer to becoming the Dragon Lord.

His heart raced while she continued to rub herself all over him. He hissed and snarled, his mind dulling with lust, aware that if he surrendered to his instincts he would grow larger, more predatory. Unable to help himself anymore, his tail wrapped around her midsection and he tossed her onto his lap, his claws digging into her ample hips and his cocks pressed to her belly.

“Bad boy,” she teased. “I think you're ready.”

Suddenly he was whisked from his bath and appeared before the mouth of a dark cave. Stalagmites and stalactites covered the dank interior like teeth, and he padded his way in, past the skulls and bones that rattled under his claws.

Fearlessly he ventured further in, dread swallowed up by lust and aggression, his scales ablaze with a molten warmth that filled his belly. He bared his teeth, continuously twitched below, testicles swollen under his soft underbelly.

In preparation he drank down the contents of the bottle and tossed it aside with a clink.

“Who dares invade my domain?” A thunderous voice boomed from within. “A dragon dares try to claim my territory?”

A certain lucidity returned to him. “The name's Spike,” he challenged. “And I've come to subdue you!”

She laughed and a fiery blaze pierced the gloom, brought about by thick hair that swirled above the crimson-skinned demon. She beat her own leather wings and swished her tail, her eyes glowing, her teeth razor sharp. Her shapeliness was barely contained by a bondage-style leather bikini, a studded choker around her neck, her nails more like talons.

“You're the former champion, huh?” He recalled a painting in the corridor that depicted a female Paladin clad in white armor, and a sword to match, lined in runes. Her hair had been like a curtain of scarlet and gold flame, even before her transformation.

“The name is Sunset Shimmer, lowly beast! Think you can keep up with me?” She swirled closer to him.

He answered by pouncing on her and knocking her to the ground. She wiggled with a hiss, sneering, and he strained to keep her pinned in place. With an explosive burst she hurled him off, and he smacked into the cave wall with a crack, a shared grin between the warriors who realized they had finally encountered an opponent that could keep up with them.

“Not bad,” she mused. “Huh, there too.” She noted his erections.

He paled and faltered with sudden self-awareness. It's true he wanted her, but he'd never take a female by force, not even an evil one. And he knew it was up to him to redeem her! “Yeah, well, you're not too shabby, either.” He looked her over.

She shimmied in approval with a smirk. “You won't be the first interloper I've taken for a ride. Most of them cratered before the day was up! What about you? Think you're badass enough of a drake to handle little old me?”

Answering by tackling her again, she huffed with a flush when his claws sank into her top, ripping it open and letting her massive tits flop free with a jiggle. Her nipples were pierced by silver rings that shined in the dimness, and she cast back her head with a shameless moan when his snout latched onto a tit, nibbling it between his teeth while he sucked and pulled.

“Sh-shit,” she howled, arching her breast to his maw, letting him suckle and roll about the supple orbs.

Impatiently he hooked a claw into her leather bottoms, the thong clinging between her spankable cheeks, and snapped it loose before he tossed it aside. Her small patch of pubes resembled a flame and topped her tight snatch, which had started to puff up and moisten with a trickle of nectar that trailed down her inner thighs. Her swelled, heart-shaped clitoris was also pierced.

“Hurry the fuck up and fuck me already,” she hissed with a sneer.

His claws sank into her thighs and lifted her up, and he slammed her against the cave. She wrapped her limbs around him, and he plunged his dicks into her lower holes, which made her mewl as drool trickled from the corner of her lip.

“I'm going to fuck the evil out of you,” he playfully threatened. “And you're going to love every second of it!”

She narrowed her eyes. “You'd better not disappoint or...umph,” she yelped when he pierced deep into her. Knowing that he didn't have to take it easy on a demon, he submitted to his instincts and cut loose, pierced past her cervix right into her slimy womb. She quivered and panted under his assault, bounced with a quiver of supple flesh while he kneaded her asscheeks.

Their tails intertwined. She chewed on his lips, so hard she knew a little blood, and slurped it up.

“Ungh...ah...damn it~!” Sunset cursed when her pussy and asshole contracted around his cocks and clenched vise-tight, and she loose a hot waterfall all over his groin, pushing her flushed and sweaty face into his neck, unable to hide her shame when her face twisted in a silly, lewd manner each time she came on him, while he continued to pound her warm fuckholes.

Growling he loosed his own first volley into her womb. The explosive, sticky bursts splattered her slippy walls, clung to them in thick stringy ropes, ran from her twat and rectum around his cocks and mixed with her juices to drip all over his swollen balls.

Momentarily he withdrew from her with a pop and his semen oozed from her gaped orifices and sloshed into a puddle. He pressed on her stomach, squeezed it out, and she panted, barely able to catch a breath before he flipped her over so that her palms pressed on the rock wall and impaled her again. “Oh Celestia~!” Tears of joy filled her eyes when he took her anew.

Hours passed while he claimed her again-and-again, switching positions each time. He'd fill her up so that her belly swelled like she was pregnant, then push out more of his cum, her head already swelled with addiction to his salty seed.

He rested a claw on her head when he took her on all fours. Yanked her by the fiery mane and sunk his cock all the way down her gullet, the other piece of meat pressed to her cheek, dragging over it and slathering her in his precum.

Pretty soon she was completely doused in his seed which he loosed all over her. It glazed her skin, stuck to it, rolled down her curves. “Please...don't stop,” she whimpered, her voice turning softer. Gradually her wild mane lowered, and her skin started to go from scarlet to a paler shade, her wings and tail starting to recede when her rage was replaced by contentment.

“Sunset Shimmer?” He lifted her chin to face him.

She softly wept when the demon receded back into her soul. “I...I never meant to hurt anyone. I tried to take everyone's sins onto me, but it was too much! It's been so lonely,” she admitted and buried her face into his chest. He stroked her hair, cradled her to him with his mouth drawn, tried to think up words of comfort but knew he'd never been particularly well-spoken.

“I'm here for you. Whenever you need me.” He kissed her temple, not caring about the taste of his own seed. All that mattered to him right now was that she needed him. That he could make it better, if only a little.

“Just...stay with me a while.” She sat down next to him and he settled with her, cradled her under his wingspan.

“Whatever you want,” he whispered. “Sorry about the rough treatment.” She shook her head.

She's even lovelier like this. I feel bad though, thinking about her like that at a time like this. I know what it's like to be an outcast, alone, but I can't imagine what it's like to have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Is that what it will be like, when I become Dragon Lord?