Sunset At World's End

Wandering about the lands he'd helped ruin, Spike had shrunken back to his standard size and sailed through the skies. It felt like hours passed amidst his travels, the sun dipping until night claimed it. No doubt proof his quarry was near. Stars twinkled in a curtain of darkness. He turned to a pale moon, enshrouded by blossoming clouds that eerily crawled past.

Torches sputtered to life far below. “Salem...?” He saw the familiar town in the midst of thick forests, alive with activity, the hunters rounding up the coven of witches who danced naked in celebration of their Goddess. He sucked in a breath, seeing Twilight Sparkle, Trixie, and Moondancer dragged nude in chains through the streets, ready to be burned at the stake.

“No! I-it's just a dream,” he reminded himself. Yet his chest tightened to see them with their heads hung, streaked in tears.

Pyres were being lit. A preacher read from his bible, the sentence passed for those who dared live outside their system. Worse still he heard more cries and realize they weren't the only group that was rounded up tonight.

“This is all that remains of their dismembered leader,” said a hunter in black who presented a familiar set of mismatched horns.

Discord? There was no way mere humans, no matter how well-trained and well-armed, could take him out...could they? He balled up his claws, wondering whether he should dive in and intervene, or trust that this was merely another illusion.

The cult was also tethered and denuded, Fluttershy and Tree Hugger among them, who were similarly condemned to imminent execution. He watched them slump forward in defeat, the shine of stoked fires reflected off them.

He snarled and flared his nostrils that erupted with volcanic smoke, uncaring whether his former lovers were the real deal. He couldn't simply sit on the sidelines and watch them burn. His stomach bloated, boiled with molten fire like a cauldron, and he dove with a screech that made the hunters duck and cower, spitting a fiery cone that forced them to scatter.

Grayish-black vapors rose around the emerald blazes left in his wake. Arrows zipped from crossbows and bounced off his armored scales. He spat and swiped at the hunters with claws and tail, furiously beat his wings, eyes turned to slits.

“It's a demon,” a hunter cried. “Protect the women and children!”

“You dare call me a monster?! I don't kill innocents, unlike you!” He landed with a thud that made the area quake, raised his head and roared, spitting more fires at the sky. Much as he hated them, he hadn't slain a single one yet. “Let them go, and I'll leave! Otherwise, you'll face the full brunt of my wrath!” It's what he'd always wanted to do but never dared.

Torch forbid it. An all-out war between dragons and humans would drag in all the other mystical beasts, and in the crossfire the whole world might be destroyed, innumerable species driven to extinction. He'd always had to preserve that balance.

“Stand down demon,” warned the preacher who raised a torch by another unlit stake. “Or else...”

Upon the stake was suspended Sunset Shimmer, stripped like the rest of them, arms drawn out and tied by ropes to the makeshift cross. She shot him an apologetic look. “I don't know how they did it, but somehow I can't use my powers.”

“You coward,” said Spike to the preacher and stalked on all fours his way. But he dared not close in too close, uncertain that with her abilities stripped she would be able to survive the torch. For all he knew she was an ordinary woman now.

Taking a deep breath, he settled the fire in his belly, and tried to think up a solution like Rarity or Ember would do. They were usually the brains to his brawn. He hoped Sunset, Twilight, or Trixie would conjure up some solution for him.

Instead he trusted his instincts and turned his gaze back to the moon, where he saw it framed by a voluptuous female silhouette. “Nightmare Moon,” he called. “You're in control of all this, aren't you? Don't you care about your coven?!”

Malicious giggles sounded around him. “I have worshipers all over,” she answered. “They'll gladly martyr themselves for me!”

“Trixie is beginning to have second thoughts,” came a voice behind him.

“Silence! You're supposed to think only my thoughts!” Nightmare Moon descended in a black cloud before them. Fires were snuffed out in her cold presence. Hunters trembled, chains broke, those captured bowed in worship before the Goddess.

He stood his ground, refused to be intimidated. “A Goddess is nothing without followers,” he cried. “But isn't it also your duty to look after them?” He swept a wing towards the crowds. “You've let them all down!”

“Oh? What do you know? You're still so young, especially by the standards of your kind.” She strode forward with a sashay of wide hips, the sway of heavy breasts, naked save for starry vapors that trailed around her, silver bracelets, anklets, and a tiara on her temple. Her shimmery eyes were cat-like, and she licked pouty lips, her fangs partially exposed.

Swallowing, he said, “I know this is wrong. It doesn't take a genius to see this is evil.”

“Bah. Goddesses are above morality. We decide what is right and wrong.” She strode to him, pressed her palms to his muscular chest, her cool and plush body she pressed on him a contrast to his warmth and solidness.

“I can't accept that. Just let them go. Please.”

She tittered. “And why should I do that for free? I'm still not sure how you bested my sister, but this is my realm. Sunset couldn't keep pace with me here, so what chance do you have? Give yourself over to sweet surrender, Spike. Swear fealty to me, and you could have anything you ever wanted. Every female that ever crossed your path could be yours for the taking...”

To his shame his loins burned at the idea. A dragon could never truly have enough. But he shook his head and fought down those possessive instincts. “It wouldn't be real, and besides, I want their affection too, not just their flesh! Believe me, I...I'd love to take all of them as my lovers,” he confessed with his head bowed. “But only if they'd be happy with that...”

Around him he felt the soft crush of supple bodies. The women pressed themselves on his scales, draped their bared forms on him, stroked his muscles and peppered him in kisses. He wheezed with a pleasurable hiss under their ministrations.

“Are you sure? I can offer anything the outside world can, and more.” She brushed a palm over his hot sheathe, felt the dragonhoods contained within start to unfurl, unable to deny the ache in his groin that demanded he mate with them.

Grunting and groaning, his mind swam with fuzziness, hazed over eyes drawn to familiar loves who smiled and prostrated themselves before him, there to satisfy his every whim. To her wide-eyed surprised, the ropes that bound Sunset snapped and she strode beyond the preacher who like the hunters had ducked onto the sidelines, unwilling to interfere.

The women pushed him onto his back, crawled atop him, their curvature suddenly shiny with oils that glazed their silky skin. He found his muscles unresponsive, caught in what resembled sleep paralysis, but rather than a nightmare it was the wettest dream he'd ever had since puberty. They crawled over him, rubbed their bodies on him, kissed and bit and moaned.

“Ah...oh...” He whimpered and blushed, felt himself twitch and throb for sweet release.

“Relax and let us tend to you,” purred Twilight whose eyes were half-lidded. “I've really missed you, Spike.”

“Trixie knows you've missed these,” she teased with a comedic shake of her magically enhanced breasts which she wrapped around one of his slick cocks. She brushed her cheek against its pink, fleshy ridged surface with a grin and nibbled on one.

At the same time the witches tended to one of his dicks, Fluttershy and Tree Hugger lapped at its erect twin. “Mmm, salty.” The hippie breathed in his masculine musky, her cheeks rosy, she and her partner wrapping their sizable tits around his length.

“I-I can't hold back any longer,” said Shy who rose and lowered herself onto him. She closed her eyes with a soft moan, tightened her walls around him while he impaled her, and Hugs licked up the juices that dripped down his shaft and balls.

She raised his claws, placed one on her wide rump and hip, another on a pendulous tit. Soon she bounced atop him with lewd moans, and he wheezed too, unable to do more than take it, not that he would have stopped them if he could.

His other member was pushed into Trixie, whose faced was twisted with a crazed look of lust. “Tell me, do you appreciate Trixie's Great and Powerful pussy?” Despite her boldness he could almost hear the insecurity behind her proclamation.

“It's...it's wonderful,” he admitted honestly, and was rewarded when she further clamped her moist pink walls around him.

Twilight whined in disappointment she'd gotten to him first, but like Hugs settled for lapping at her partner's snatch and his cock and balls. She was rewarded by an involuntarily thrash of his tail and yelped when the spaded tip smacked her bottom.

Growling and tightened his eyes, he clenched up, groin afire to signal he was close. “C-careful,” he tried to warn them only to burst. He unloaded directly into his mates atop him, and the impact made them erupt in messy sprays too, bellies swelled to a bloat as he continually packed his virile cum into their fertile wombs. His blissfully anguished moans mixed with their own.

Above him his view was blocked by Nightmare Moon, who stood naked with her feet at the sides of his head, offering a perfect view of her thighs, womanhood, and buttocks, all sculpted to absolute perfection like her sister's. She cast a malicious smile down at him over the swell of her breasts. “This is the world I offer you. Are you sure you won't rethink it?”

His minds wandered to his family back home. He couldn't abandon his mates or the offspring he bore with them.

A flash of light pierced the darkness. Nightmare Moon cursed, Salem, the coven, the cult, the hunters, all of them vanished from the illumination that radiated from Sunset Shimmer's bare form on her approach. “How dare you-?”

“You let down your guard,” replied Sunset who tried to summon her armor but managed her blazing white sword instead. Her hand tightened around the hilt on her approach. “Now, let Spike loose or else-”

She was interrupted by two figures that closed in at her sides. Both of them were her, or more precisely aspects of her, a familiar angel and devil that resembled her, torn from the now mortal woman's flesh in this nightmare.

Hey seized her arms, lifted her up, and the blade slipped free of her grasp, their denuded bodies crushed seductively to hers. “Why settle for one Sunset Shimmer,” purred Nightmare Moon. “When you could have three?”

Spike strained to rise, aware he couldn't trust anything in this realm, that Nightmare Moon's confidence and experience with dreams made it almost impossible to match her will, but a need to return to his family and save them all pushed him on.

He bowled Nightmare Moon over when he rose, winced and landed on all fours. “Trying to tempt me with multiple Sunset Shimmers, huh? Two can play at that game,” he decided and closed his eyes in concentration.

It wasn't unlike when he'd become a titan to deal with Daybreaker. But this time his flesh divided, and he groaned with the sound of rent flesh, the twist of muscle, the crush of bone, roaring until a multitude of Spikes emerged around him.

“H-how? Impossible,” snarled Nightmare Moon who stamped a foot in frustration.

“Oh,” came a whimsical male voice from elsewhere. “He's had a guardian angel, of sorts, helping him this whole time.”

Nightmare Moon's eyes widened at his chuckle. “Discord? You dare interfere?”

“It's for the good of everyone,” he assured her. “Besides, I must admit it's positively delightful to watch this play out!”

Determined to again trap the dragon in a cycle of endless pleasures, Nightmare Moon tackled the Spike at the center, the one she assumed was the 'real one', and unceremoniously mounted him. He didn't resist her, his own claws sliding up to explore her in their own competition, while his duplicates closed in on Sunset Shimmer and her angel and devil counterparts.

Laughter and the crunch of popcorn sounded, Discord satisfied he was in for quite a treat!