Sunset At World's End

Sunset Shimmer reclined on her back, trapped below the drake who she stared up at with a suck inward of breath. Her nails trembled when she traced his firm muscles, stared into eyes that were surprisingly kind under the predatory appearance. As a paladin she'd faced dragons before, but never had she imagined she'd be laid by one! Her heavy breasts rose and fell, still slathered in sweat and a glaze of his seed like the rest of her, warmth still radiating from them both.

Her heart skipped when a familiar, uneven beat made it skip. “She...she's coming back. The demon. Spike, wasn't it?” She cupped his snout with a frown, eyes filling with tears that spilled down her cheeks. “You have to finish taming her.” She turned her head aside with a full flush of her face. “G-give her another dicking. The kind so epic they'll write legends about it!”

He nodded, wrapped his claws around her ankles, and lifted her legs so that her feet were about her head, her ass raised upward when he aimed his twin cocks at her pussy and asshole. Prodding them, he hesitated. “I won't want to hurt you.”

She gazed at him with narrowed eyes. “I'm tougher than I look. I can take it, trust me.”

“If you're sure...” She winced with a loud moan when he plunged back into her, tightening around him when he sunk in, and he slammed her into the ground. Her tits slapped under each thrust, her asscheeks jiggling with smacks, and true to her word she endured his assault with no more than lusty mewls, able to take him balls deep into her womb which he hammered.

Her eyes turned back to glowing orbs with a hiss, skin turning crimson, hair turning back to fire. Leather wings exploded out her back, a tail emerging above her buttocks, wrapping with his own while she completed the transformation.

“Is that all you've got?!” The devil launched an inferno from her palms, enveloped him, but the flames rolled uselessly over his scales. They licked at him, tickling, spurred Spike on,, who growled at their playful wrestle for dominance and let his instincts loose, eyes blazing white when he started to pound her with such force, the cave shook and bits of rock toppled around them.

“Think you're worthy to subdue me, you bastard?! Umph...a-ah,” she howled, unable to do more than take his cocks. He continuously wrecked her holes, grunting and growing, letting loose all his aggression on someone he knew could take it.

She squirted on him, steaming hot, and he wheezed in appreciation. The air rolled under their combined body heat.

With a final slam he pumped her bowels and uterus full, making her balloon up again until it looked like she'd pop. Then he pressed back on her belly when he withdrew, watching his seed bubble while it oozed out her gaping orifices. She whined but still looked defiant, still not fully satisfied with his performance, still not willing to submit so easily.

Thankfully the potion assured he was far from fulfilled, either. Seizing her by the mane of flame, he yanked her up and flipped her over again, landing a rough swat on her ass and leaving a claw print when he impaled her. She dangled on his dicks, the one in her womb visibly distending her belly, and she huffed with a joyous scream each time he skewered her.

He pulled her hair with one claw, landed more spanks on her cheeks with the other, leaving thick crimson marks on her already red ass which wobbled under the repeated blows. He pressed his spade-tipped tails to her lips, and she opened her maw, stroking the length with both hands while she happily nibbled and sucked on it with soft cries.

Her saliva dripped down the spade while he continuously wrecked her fuckholes, knowing that if she were a normal woman she'd never walk again under this primal display of dominance. Sunset scrounged up her face, clamped down on him, lost track of the number of times she came. “Oh, it's-it's too much~!” Her grin stretched wide, long tongue lolling out, eyes rolling into her head while he fucked her silly. Her tits collided under the impact, dangling and swinging under her.

Over the hours he screwed the evil from her. She was turned to face him, smiling with teary eyes, clasping about his neck when he pressed his mouth to hers and their tongues danced. Slowly her upraised hair fell loose, and she turned back into the woman he'd met only briefly, red-faced when he slowed his attack to a gentle thrust, stroking her locks with his own warm smile.

“Tell me what I can do,” he whispered. “I'll do whatever it takes to make it better.”

“Just...stay with me for a while,” she asked. “I'm...afraid to face Celestia, after what I've done.”

Spike clasped her to his powerful chest and squeezed. “I'll be with you. She'll understand, I promise.”

Sunset hoped he was right. She'd been alone for so long. Struggled against numerous monsters, saved mortals, listened to their confessions. But there were times she resented her life, a loss of any normalcy, and while she tried to bury those feelings they had eventually twisted her, as she took on the sins of others and let the guilt fester until it warped her.

He finished in her again, and he left himself locked inside her, while she settled on his lap and rubbed his chest. She nuzzled his neck, and he caressed her tresses, accepted her unconditionally.

It was what she'd always wanted, what Celestia had never been able to quite provide, despite how much she saw her prized student as her own daughter who she'd taken in as a child.

“Take me with you,” she begged in a whisper.

Spike swallowed hard. “I have many lovers. Are you okay with that?”

She nodded. “I understand. It's a dragon thing, isn't it? You're not like the others I've encountered, though. Most of them were cruel brutes. You seem kind, noble.” She ran her fingers over his snout, rubbed his scales in curiosity. “Let me guess, most of your harem is made up of human girls?” He blushed and nodded. “I'm not surprised. They must appreciate the novelty. Not to mention the size of your, ahem, equipment. Oh, and I'm aware dragon semen is quite addictive, and bonds mates to you...”

Spike kicked his chops in surprise. “No wonder they can't get enough of me. I always feared I'd be too scary.”

“You're small by dragon standards, but just right for a human female. Plus, I think you're cute.” She flicked the tip of his nose with a giggle and sniffled, contented. “I hope I won't be just another lay to you, though.”

“No way. All of my lovers are dear to me. I want to protect them and make them all happy, however I can. That's why I undertook this trip. Two of them crafted a gem to symbolize our love, but it was stolen and broken by this group of air pirates, and I wanted to restore it. Celestia said she could do that, if I, er, 'tamed' you and brought you home.”

Her warm smile widened at his honesty. “You seem like someone I can depend on.”

Maybe this is what I've always needed. Someone to love me without pretense. I always tried so hard to win Celestia's affection, but couldn't quite reach her standards. Or maybe the problem was with me, all this time...?

*****

With the alpha male away, it fell to Rarity and Ember to look after the tribe. Given a territory in the Dragon Lands, the former worked with the others to make it more habitable, and they lived in a series of caves on the outskirts. Smolder had taken to the hatchlings, and was tasked with looking after his offspring, letting down her tough exterior as she cooed and played with them.

Cherry Jubilee led the construction efforts, gathering materials from nearby while the Pie sisters reworked the shape of the rocks into something more appealing. Applejack and Rainbow Dash undertook trips into the wilderness further out, until they crafted a comfortable home complete with a warm pool in the middle. They breathed a relieved sigh after another day's work.

Rarity stood naked on the rocks, wings drawn, and watched the crimson skies roll by. “I wonder how Spike is doing?”

“I'm sure he's fine,” said Ember who also stood nude in her humanoid form save for the choker with its transformation gemstone. She pursed her lips and studied her fellow alpha female, with her hybrid dragon traits, including a spaded tail.

“What?” Rarity turned to face her. “Is something wrong?”

Ember decided to cut through the unspoken tension between them. “Smolder and Sweetie Belle have accepted their roles, as have everyone else here, it seems. That means it comes down to us. Spike will have to choose between us, eventually.”

Rarity narrowed her eyes. “Spike chose me first,” she reminded with hands planted on her wide hips.

“And I was friends with him first,” shot back Ember who crossed her arms over her slender breasts.

“You and Smolder didn't want him until he tried to settle down with me.”

“That's the dragon way. A mate must prove himself if a female has any self-respect. He'd never taken charge until he claimed you and Sweetie Belle as his.” Ember nodded at the other women who went about their work, all completely denuded, some of them swollen with his spawn. “You gave him the confidence to handle a pair of real dragonesses!”

Rarity huffed. “Real dragonesses? You and Smolder are fake humans!”

Ember pressed to her, breasts pressing when she tapped her forehead to hers in a show of challenge. “How about the traditional dragon duel? We'll prove once-and-for-all who's most worthy to be his alpha female.”

“I dislike violence,” admitted Rarity who also knew she couldn't win a direct physical confrontation.

“Smolder-”

“No,” said Rarity who realized she called her to observe. “If we do this, it must be someone more neutral.”

“Very well.” Ember looked between his harem. “Cherry Jubilee, will you do us the honors?”

The former matron abandoned Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo who were engaged in conversation and sauntered over. “Certainly. I've actually seen a few of these 'contests' take place here. Although they appear to be put on more for the benefit of the male onlookers.” She shot them a sly smile. “A shame Spike won't be here to witness it.”

Rarity quirked an eyebrow and asked, “What does this entail?”

Cherry Jubilee nodded at an empty pit in the distance. “They fill these with heated oil and the two potential mates must wrestle each other into submission. It would usually stop when the male in question is satisfied and makes his pick. Of course he keeps both of them, but the winner he chooses is deemed his alpha and the loser must accept her new position.”

“I don't know...” Rarity inhaled and paled.

“Scared you'll lose? You'll never win him that way,” replied Ember with a determined grin.

“Very well. I'll undertake your stupid test.” Rarity hoped she wouldn't regret those words. It was obvious Ember was much stronger and faster than her, and while she liked to think she had the advantage in wits despite her lack of formal education, she doubted that would mean much when they entered the pit. “It's not merely a physical contest, is it?” A mischievous smile crossed her pouty lips at the realization. “No, it's all about how much one can excite the audience.”

Within the hour droves collected to watch the contest take place. Even the current Dragon Lord, Torch, watched far away on his perch with his snout drawn. A special potion was offered to Rarity in case her hybrid shape couldn't take the intense heat, told it would last for a full day, and she drank down the bitter liquid which settled into her belly with a sting.

Around the pit sat the rest of Spike's harem and further out were the dragons. They hissed and roared in appreciation, until the area shook, while Rarity and Ember took their places prepared to step into the bubbly oil that popped and steamed.

Gradually the pair stepped in, enveloped by the transparent oils, until they were waist-deep and once more pressed their breasts together. They glared and intertwined their tails, trying to seize control. Knowing that she couldn't hesitate, Rarity made the first move, suddenly pressing her lips to Ember's whose eyes widened in shock while the mob broke into cheers.

She tackled Ember into the bath which splashed, oil running down their curves, making their supple skin shine under the hellish sky. Ember growled and rolled atop her, grabbing at her opponent with claws, trying to grip onto her tits and buttocks. Rarity countered with her own attack, running a finger over Ember's tight slit and the ring of her sphincter, making her seize up.

“A-ah~” Ember blushed and moaned out, a finger traced over her swollen, heart-shaped moist clit.

“Sing for me,” demanded Rarity who increased her assault, much to the uproar of approval from the crowds.

Ember snarled through her red-face with the realization she was losing. “Bitch,” she cried and plunged her tail into Rarity's cunt with a wet squish. They tumbled and rolled about, and Rarity pressed her own spade into Ember's twat, the pair thrusting in-and-out of each other, determined to make their opponent submit first, to prove they were worthy.

Their maws opened and each took a tit into their mouth. Suckling, nibbling, and pulling, elongated tongues rolling across erect nipples, desperate to make the other cream themselves first. “Go Ember,” called Smolder who pumped a fist. “Put that slut in her place! What a shame Spike isn't here to see this!” Despite her human shape, she breathed a plume of red fire.

Sweetie Belle, also now a fully hybrid, bounced in place with a wobble of her ample flesh. “You better not lose, sister!”

The wrestlers huffed and panted, splashed and tumbled, skin pressed together. Rarity managed to roll atop, pressed Ember to her belly while she sat upon her, seized her wrists while she used her tail to roughly skewer her from behind with a dragon-like growl. Under normal circumstances Ember easily would've tossed her off, but her flesh quivered under the erotic assault.

“Who's Spike's alpha female? Say it,” cried Rarity who kept her pinned and poked in-and-out of her tight slit.

Ember grumbled with hot pink cheeks, partially rested on the shore. Unable to take anymore, her holes clenched and she squirted all over Rarity while she cried out, 'Y-you are-!” She whimpered in defeat, forced to admit her weaknesses.

Rarity withdrew from her and gently rolled over Ember to face her. She winced to see the shame in her rival's face, but knew her compassion would be taken for pity and resisted an urge to comfort her with a caress. “We shouldn't be enemies. Why can't we both be Spike's alpha females? I'll be his human one, and you his dragon. Isn't that a better compromise?”

Smolder shrugged her shoulders. “Can she do that?”

Cherry Jubilee took a moment to consort with one of Torch's harem. “It's unheard of, but the Dragon Lord says there's no rule against it. He says it's okay so long as Spike accepts the proposal.” The crowds whooped and stomped with a war-like cry.

Ember blinked away small tears, ashamed of her weakness. “...thank you,” she whispered.

“You're welcome. I'd rather be friends.” Rarity held her close. “Spike wouldn't want a harem built on violence and anger. He wants us all to love him, and each other, like a sisterhood. We'll show the Dragon Lands there's another, better way.”

Ember nodded. “Maybe you can do it. You helped bring out the kindness in Spike. I used to think it was a weakness.”

“We'll prove otherwise, together.” This time Rarity stroked her cheek and Ember embraced her back.

They returned to their network of caverns, and Rarity took her sister's hand, unable to help but think how lonely it was at times with Spike away. It was fortunate his lovers seemed to be forming their own bonds over time. She studied the empty place where the Fire Ruby would be placed upon its return, and hoped that wherever he was, he would return home soon.