Lucidity

Darkness… there was only darkness around him. Him? Yes, him. If nothing else, he knew that to be true. It was so strange to feel loose as though set free, yet find himself devoid of any vision or purpose.

“Pur… pose?” He mumbled, his eyes blinking open as more and more senses came to him. Memories not his own, scenes of a life, the life of his vessel! His prison!

From the shadows of a certain room in a certain crystal castle, unseen and unheard, tendrils manifested from every corner. The shadows slowly coalesced as the temperature dropped enough to create an umbral crust of ice across the floor. They swirled and moved like goo at the same time, eventually taking a singular form.

The only form he knew.

“I’M FREE!” He shouted, toppling random objects through the sheer force of his completion. The memories of his vessel threatened to overflow, but he narrowed his focus on those that beckoned to him. Accidental and purposeful groping, naked mares, stolen panties, pantyshots, mares in bikinis, and of sinfully decadent heavenly breasts.

“I’m free! H-How can this be!? Was that twerp really so powerful to be able to manifest me after...” he stopped himself upon realizing, “he expunged me.” He took a deep breath out of instinct as opposed to necessity. The heavy aura and deep-seated spiritual energy permeating his old vessel’s room were easy to sense.

“I should have faded into oblivion, but here I am. For a dragon, his greed was overshadowed by his inner lust and secluded spiritual potential. But it is strange… I can’t seem to remember what split me away?” He mused for a moment, but chose to discard that thought. “Eh, who cares? What matters is that I’m free! I can move, think on my own, and finally do everything that spineless coward never could!”

He moved around the bedroom for a couple of minutes, pondering what would be his first action now that he was free. Images of Pinkie Pie and her usually braless bouncing came to mind, followed by the fit and always friendly Applejack needing to relax after a day of work. He also thought of Fluttershy and her big, squishy breasts that had brushed against the face of his vessel several times. Rainbow Dash came as a distant but viable option, he didn’t feel any ill-will towards her but some vindictive payback for all her pranks felt suiting. So many mares and so many options presented themselves to him until his mind came to a sudden halt.

He smiled, cold and icy energy seeping through his fangs. “Of course, there’s no other option, right?” He said, turning to face a picture of Spike along with the six mares resting on a counter. “Chivalrous little fool! I will not be bound by your fetters, my vessel. You are unworthy of your name. You’re not Spike, I am Spike! Or rather, I shall become the Spike you could never be! I will not live under the shadow of others anymore, I will rise and enjoy my existence as a true dragon would!” With a wave of his hand, the picture fell down. “And who better to start my liberation party with than Rarity herself? You desired her more than anything and yet you simply settled for Twilight when you could easily have them all? Pathetic.”

With a laugh, the perverse Spike moved out of the bedroom and flew into Ponyville with a singular goal in mind. It took mere minutes to arrive at his destination, though that was mostly because he stopped several times to admire several mares and add them to his list for a later visit.

Phasing through the entrance door of Carousel Boutique, he quickly found his objective: Rarity. He stopped in the middle of the boutique in order to admire the curvaceous beauty of the fair-skinned mare wearing only a skimpy skirt, a loose shirt, and a measuring tape draped across her neck. She was moving her hips rhythmically at the sound of some music as she worked on a dress.

“Another late-night work, eh, Rarity?” Spike chuckled, crossing his arms as he began to float towards and around her. As he was about to reach out to grab one of her hanging, swaying breasts, she straightened herself and hummed.

“No… this won’t do at all. I need some more amethysts, I think, or perhaps jaspers? But If I go for jaspers then I’ll need to change the stitching too. Yes, definitely amethysts!” She decided.

“On it, Rarity!” Spike replied, saluting the mare before moving towards her gem chest, opening it, and then taking out several amethysts of various sizes. With a plentiful bounty in tow, he moved them back to Rarity, putting them on the adjacent table alongside all sorts of materials. “Here you go, my lady.”

“Why, thank you, Spike! You truly are such a charming gentledrake and--...” she cut her praise before putting a hand against her forehead and shaking her head slowly. She let out a sigh and then a chuckle. “Silly Rarity, you’re thanking Precious Scales again,” letting out another sigh, she picked one of the gems with a hand. “I do miss my Spikey-Wikey, but he’s a grown dragon now and he’s with Twilight! I s-shouldn’t be jealous of their relationship… especially after leading him on for so long…” shaking her head rapidly, she returned to her cheery attitude. “No, no, no. There’s no point in dwelling on the past like that. What’s been done has been done and that’s that.”

Setting the amethyst in place, she moved to grab another when she stopped again. “...how strange… I don’t remember using my magic to bring them out of the chest. I must be more tired than I thought!” Letting out a short giggle, she continued on her work.

Spike, however, stared at her through the entire ordeal. As she went to grab a third gem, he groaned. “Uhhhhgggg, I can’t believe I did that! Come on, Spike, you’re not trapped within that spineless lizard anymore and you’re not him! Get a freaking hold of yourself!” He slapped himself as if to bring back his senses, but there was no pain attached to it so it ended up achieving nothing. Frustrated, he tried to reach out for her breasts again, but was again stopped, unable to continue. With a snarl, he pulled it back. “It seems I’m still somewhat influenced by that loser’s petty morality, eh?”

“Heeeeeey, Rarity, I’m going to do the laundry! Got anything there to wash?” The voice of Sweetie Belle rang from across the room and, true enough, said mare appeared a few seconds later carrying a small basket filled with dirty clothes. “Wow, is it just me or is it chilly here?”

“I think that might be just you, darling. I’ve been here for quite a while and don’t feel anything,” replied the fashionista.

For his part, Spike stared at the newly arrived mare and close friend of his vessel. The years had been kind to her and it showed. She had the same if not an even better killer-queen body than her sister and was alluring to boot. She lacked Rarity’s high-class femininity, yet made up for it with natural charm and a more down-to-earth personality.

“You have a point there. So, you got anything or not?” Sweetie pushed the basket up a little.

“I believe this needs to be washed,” Rarity replied before taking off her shirt revealing her breasts clad in an elegant black bra. Using her magic, she handed it to Sweetie Belle and she continued her way towards the laundry room.

Spike smirked upon seeing the two great fleshy orbs that had been the subject of many nights and dreams of his former vessel. “Damn, Rarity, right in front of me? Are you that eager to have some fun, babe?” He joked as he moved closer to her, reaching out again and this time without hesitation. He put his hands under her hanging orbs and cupped them; his smirk turned into a wide smile upon witnessing his success. “I have surpassed you, unworthy vessel~.”

Rarity shivered a moment later. “Brrrr, I think Sweetie was right. It certainly feels a bit more wintry now that I took off my lazy-shirt. Oh! That reminds me. SWEETIE BELLE?”

“WHAAAAAT?”

“Do you still want to see a movie after we’re done?” She yelled in a more measured tone.

“Of course! Which one do you want to see?” Sweetie Belle replied from the other side of the house.

While they began discussing what movie they would watch, Spike got to work. He really didn’t want to ruin the moment, not after finally being able to fulfill his desires. Plus, he also wanted to play with her for a while and see how much he could get away with. So, he contained his burning lust and limited himself to run playful touches all over Rarity’s exposed body.

He caressed her thighs, gave weak gropes across her butt and tits, ran his fingers all over her belly, waist, cleavage, and the valley of her breasts. He delighted himself with every shiver, every moan, and every little twitch she let out, no doubt thinking it was the cold getting to her and playing tricks on her mind. After a few minutes of playing, he felt encouraged enough to do something a little more daring. Reaching once more for her breasts, he made himself intangible with the sole exception of his fingertips. Phasing through the fabric of her bra proved easy enough in order to reach her purple, sensitive nipples.

With a flick and tug, Rarity pulled up, confused. Then he gently pinched them and gave both a nice twist, followed by a whack against one of her buttcheeks.

“Ahhhh!” She stammered and took a step back. She looked around only to find no one. Then, she pulled her bra and looked down to see her nipples had become erect. “Oh my,” she muttered, blushing slightly. “It seems I’m more stressed than I thought. My body is starting to play tricks on me,” turning to the dress, she took off the measuring tape and hung it across the mannequin she was using as a model. “Hold it for me until tomorrow, will you, darling?”

Spike watched Rarity leave towards the kitchen and decided to molest Sweetie Belle now. He was a gentledrake, after all, and gentledrakes always played fair. Moving through the house proved to be a trivial task (his memories supplied plentiful information for him to tap into) and soon he arrived at the laundry room where Sweetie Belle was humming as she sorted the clothes. He stopped to admire the mare for a moment and bask in her panty-clad glory. Just as he was about to move forth, she turned around and stepped on a small pile of stockings and garter belts; she had her hands full and the sudden shift of balance made her trip over.

“Gaaahh!” She cried out as she fell, sending the bras and panties she was carrying all over the place. Thankfully for her, that allowed her to catch her fall and stop herself from hitting the floor face-first, at the price of sticking her ass out.

“Bwaaaahahaahaha! Clumsy as always, Sweetie!” Spike laughed. “But damn is the view to die for!” He exclaimed at the same time he began approaching her. Glancing around, he saw the bras and stopped. They were all marked, as to not confuse which belonged to whom. What made him come to a halt was seeing that every bra marked with Sweetie Belle’s name was an entire cup bigger than Rarity’s already prodigious bosom. “No way that’s true…,” he muttered before resuming his stride.

“Watch your step, Sweetie. You nearly fell in a hole this time, Sweetie. You just stepped on a manticore’s tail, Sweetie!” She said in a playful yet angry voice in her best imitation of Scootaloo. “Well, excuse me, Scoots, it’s not my fault I can hardly see where I step when I have two massive things sticking out of my chest that block my view!” She groaned before cupping her twin juggers only to look at them in disdain. “And how did you two get so damn big, uhhmmmmmm!? I never even drank milk!” letting out a frustrated sigh, she let go of her breasts before taking off her shirt and tossing into a pile of other shirts, revealing the baby blue bra she was using before summoning her magic to gather the clothes she was carrying and put them in one of the washing machines.

Feeling mischievous, Spike reached at her back and with a twist to the bra’s latch, it snapped off making the girl groan again.

“Sure, why not?” She muttered before grabbing and then tossing them into the washing machine along with the others.

Spike floated upside down and phased right through her stomach, taking a moment to admire the simplistic beauty of her large mammaries swaying about with each of her movements. He whistled producing a wave of chill to strike her pink nipples, making them erect and hard much to her great annoyance. “Damn, she really does have bigger tits than Rarity. They’re around the same size as Pinkie’s and Fluttershy’s,” he arrived at that conclusion a moment before standing up again.

For the next couple of minutes he played the same way with her as he had done with Rarity, lightly touching her skin, dragging his claws to make her think it was just the cold playing tricks on her, softly cupping her breasts even as his hands had a difficult time to fully capture the underside completely. After a few minutes, the magic washers were almost done and he felt the time was right for a small escalation to his playfulness.

Moving in front of her, he groped her breasts for a second, making her shiver and jump back at the sensation before leaning forth to give one of her nipples a hard, quick suckle.

“It’s even colder than I thought! It feels like my nips are about to fall off,” she protested before shivering and hugging herself to keep them warm. With a chime, the washing machines stopped and she used her magic to quickly fold the clothes and properly separate them. From one of the machines she pulled out her previously discarded shirt, now clean and thankfully dry (if a bit wrinkly). With a shrug, she put it on and then left the laundry room to make her way into the living room. As she entered, she nearly stumbled against Rarity. “Oh, sorry, Rarity. I’m done with the laundry and left it all to be ironed tomorrow.”

“And your lazy-shirt?” Rarity asked, raising an eyebrow and eyeing the offending wrinkled piece of clothing.

“If I iron it, it loses its comfy feel,” she replied with a tiny smile. “Ah, you made popcorn!” She mentioned, finally seeing the large bowl containing the buttery and salty pieces of heaven. “Want me to go back and get your shirt?”

Rarity shook her head. “No thanks, I feel like sleeping in the nude tonight. Oddly chilly, but I imagine it’ll be quite comfortable. Mind setting everything up?”

“Don’t mind if I do!” Sweetie Belle replied.

“And don’t mind me either, ladies,” Spike said behind them. “I’ll wait a little longer before taking it up a notch.”

It only took a couple of minutes for Sweetie Belle to set everything up for the movie they were going to watch. Spike didn’t care about it one bit but he did care about the lights going off to provide them a much better experience. They seemed to have wanted to watch whatever movie was now playing on their crystalvision pretty badly as their focus was solely dedicated to it. But for Spike, it was the perfect time to strike.

“I’ve been dying to watch this movie for such a long time!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

“Me too, Sweetie. It’s Rara’s first role as an actress and I think she will do a fantastic job. She’s so emotional and authentic with her feelings, too!” Rarity said, clapping her hands eagerly as the initial credits and the opening carried on.

“Rara?” Spike muttered as his hands reached Rarity’s cleavage. While he pressed his finger against it, dragging his claw alongside the warm surface of her breasts, he began searching through his memories. “Rara… Rara… Why does that name sound so familiar?” He asked himself, not at all bothered that his two prizes would hear him. At the same time, he used the tip of his tail to caress Sweetie Belle’s thighs and back. He grinned widely as he watched the two mares coyly squirming, neither of them daring to move from their now-comfortable positions.

While the movie introduced some of the characters, he took the chance to touch both girls all over their bodies, not enough to warrant discomfort but enough to make them tremble a little. “Yeah, how do you like that, girls? I bet you’ve wanted to be touched like this for a long while, dont’cha, Rarity? We could’ve made our relationship work somehow, but nooooooo, you just had to be a proper lady and lead me on for years. Well, guess, what? It’s payback time and I’ll make sure you know what you lost by not giving me more than a second glance and cold, insignificant kisses on my cheeks every once in a while.”

Then, he moved next to Sweetie Belle, his arms and body elongating at his will. “And you, Sweetie Belle. The more I look back, the more it’s obvious you had a crush on me. Why didn’t you speak up? But, hey, at least you have an excuse and my vessel-- I, was an idiot chasing after a single mare. Reeeeally bad bad move on my part since you ended up having bigger tits than your sister!” He laughed before phasing through her shirt and body to admire her twin minds of supple flesh with his own eyes as they moved softly with each breath she took.

“-ducing, Note Splendor. She’ll be our undercover agent for this mission.”

“Good evening, everyone, I’m Note Splendor, now, are there any dumb questions to ask or can we get right to business?”

“Wait a moment, I know that voice...” Spike jolted up from his comfortable view to look at the screen for the first time with interest. His eyes went wide and he smiled when he recognized the face of Coloratura. “Oh, it looks like she made it into acting now,” he admired her for a moment. She looked as great as he remembered and even sexier with the officer outfit she was wearing. “Damn, Rara, you’re looking fine nowadays, and really happy, too. Good for you. Getting rid of that dick Svengallop was the best thing for you and your career.”

He watched for a few moments more, his memories supplying him with plenty of panty-shots from her during a few concerts, rehearsals, and one particular incident when he walked into her dressing room while she was changing and he got to admire her naked beauty in all her glory. He also remembered, somewhat more bitterly, that instead of screaming, she merely giggled and covered herself with a robe before a security pony came in, ready to drag him away.

“Leave him be. Spike here is my assistant for the night, courtesy of Princess Twilight Sparkle herself. It was my own fault for not notifying him to not enter,” she had said.

“But, Miss Coloratura…”

“Now now, there’s no harm done aside from a small accident. Return to your post while Spike here helps me out,” she smiled at him. “After all, what could an adorable young boy like him do to me?”

The memory faded but it left irritation. “I might have been young back then, but I’m still a dragon! I could lift a ton without breaking a sweat and I had claws and my fire! How could she just brush me away as harmless like that!?” Fuming, he returned his focus to his chosen mares for the night and his anger quickly began to dissipate. “You were all like her… pushing me aside because of my age. Even so, I was too old to relate to the younger generation. Well, guess what? Now I can do whatever I like to whomever I want!” He yelled as he gave both sisters a nice, firm squeeze on one of their breasts at the same time the comic relief character fired his gun by accident, startling his mares.

“Though it wasn’t always that bad. I got away with plenty of things. And helping Coloratura while she put on her clothes right in front of me was fantastic. She doesn’t look like she’s changed all that much, actually… uhmmm, I wonder?” He muttered before a third arm sprouted from his back. Leaving black misty tendrils as it moved towards the crystalvision, the mares were unsuspecting as Coloratura entered a building and the screen momentarily went dark. Making contact with the screen, it flickered for an instant, far too fast for the mares to notice the change.

The screen displayed another scene of Coloratura lying on a bed sleeping peacefully.

“Well, that was a tone-shift alright,” Sweetie Belle commented, amused. “I wonder if there was a time-skip or something?”

“You’re about to find out, Sweetie~,” Spike sang while at the same time he pinched one of her nipples and gently kneaded her other breast. She didn’t seem to mind much, though. “That’s it, girl, be a good mare and enjoy my touch. You’re probably used to my icy cold now, arentcha?”

As the scene progresses, the two unicorns watch as the covers atop Coloratura begin to move downward on their own, sliding slowly but without alerting the sleeping mare. Spike could feel the confusion of his two mares and suddenly, the sheets flung to the side to reveal that Coloratura was wearing a skimpy and sexy nightie. Her breasts, and nipples were almost completely exposed to the camera and the two watching mares gasped in shock.

“I-I didn’t know this was that kind of movie!” Sweetie Belle said, nearly gawking at what she was seeing. “H-Hey, sis, isn’t that one of the nighties from your ‘Nights of Passion’ line?”

“It is!” Rarity exclaimed, horrified. “Why would they use one of my creations without consulting me first!?”

“H-Hang on, Rarity, maybe this is relevant to the plot, somehow?” Sweetie Belle said, trying to find a logical answer. “Besides, some actresses have done far worse for their breakthrough roles, haven’t they? I mean, come on, what’s wrong with showing off a little, right?”

“I suppose so…,” said Rarity, giving in to her sister’s explanation.

Spike laughed. “I can’t believe you’re so gullible!” He mocked and laughed some more; his hands treading against Rarity’s body to make her shiver while at the same time increasing his groping on Sweetie Belle’s tits.

On the screen, things were progressing slowly but the two mares watched intently to what would happen next. Coloratura shifted on her sleep, mumbling something before something invisible began to cup and grope her breasts through her nightie.

“Whaaaahahaaaa!?” Rarity screamed, blushing instantly and unable to comprehend what she was seeing. Next to her, Sweetie Belle could only stare, flabbergasted. Suddenly, the groping stopped and the nightie was pulled up slowly until, with a final hard tug, her large mammaries were exposed, bouncing for a few seconds before that same invisible force began groping them again; her nipples were pulled at, pinched, twisted around, and worked as if something was sucking on them. “I cannot believe Rara would degrade herself for s-such acts of porno...gra...phy?”

Rarity stopped as her brain froze for a second at what she was seeing. Similarly to what had happened on the screen, her sister’s shirt was being lifted by some unknown force. She knew it wasn’t magic, as she couldn’t see the tell-tale aura of it. She also noticed that her precious little sister hadn’t noticed either, as she was either enraptured or stunned by what was happening on the screen.

“Sweetie Belle!” She cried out, breaking the stupor her sister was in but it didn’t matter as her shirt was suddenly yanked away and discarded, leaving her topless. What was worse, however, was that her breasts were being clearly groped by some invisible force in the same manner as in the movie. Her panic, surprise, and fear turned into fury and her horn lit up and a moment later, the entire room was washed by her magic.

But nothing happened and now Sweetie Belle took notice of what was happening to her boobs.

“Ehhhhhhh! W-W-What’s happening, Rarity!?” She cried out as she used her hands to try and catch whatever was assaulting her breasts, but to no avail. “C-Cold! Why does it feel so cold!?”

Rarity stood up and her horn flared again, but nothing happened. “T-The detector spell Twilight taught me isn’t working! Show yourself, you ruffian! Leave my sister alone!”

“Well, if you insist~,” Spike sang before unclasping Rarity’s bra, snapping off but not falling. Instead, he caught it by its straps and dangled it in front of her face, taunting her. “You know, for someone so in love with clothes, you look way better without them, Rarity!” Throwing them aside, another set of arms surged from his back in order to hold Rarity in place by her hips and to firmly squeeze her juggers. “FINALLY! After countless nights dreaming and longing for your tits, I can finally touch them, Rarity! I can do it for as long as I want whenever I want! And you won’t be able to do anything about it!” He continued to laugh while Rarity looked in horror how some intangible force was having its way with her body. Frantically, she tried to scratch at anything around her, but, as expected, it was fruitless. “Fight all you want, Rarity. The more you do it, the more I like iiiiiiiit~.”

“Help! Help! Please, somepony help us!” Sweetie Belle cried out, unable to stand up from her couch. “R-Rarity, what’s going on!?”

“I-I don’t know!” The fashionista cried. “Help us! Somepony, anypony!”

“Cry all you want, Rarity, Sweetie Belle, no one is going to come~. And even if they do, what can they do to sto--”

“Spikey-Wikey, help me, please!” Rarity cried, inadvertently cutting her unseen assailant off.

“...Now you’ve done it,” Spike snarled. By plunging a claw into their chests, the two mares stopped flailing and their voices were diminished, capable of raising their voice up to a loud arguing level instead of outright shrieking. “I can forgive many things, Rarity. But don’t you ever, EVER-” he shouted right in front of her face. “-compare me to that failure! I am what he was too afraid to be! I am Spike! The real one! And in time the only one!” He ended his speech by making her float a few centimeters above ground before lunging forth, his mouth capturing one of her nipples. He sucked on it with ravenous hunger even though nothing would come out except for the mere pittance of her succulent energy that could be extracted that way.

“L-Let me… go!” Sweetie Belle struggled to say as she tried but failed to move.

“I didn’t think this through… two mares and one dragon isn’t exactly fair,” he smirked. “Let’s level the playfield~,” with that said, tendrils of shadows emerged from his back until, just a few moments later, another Spike stood ready for action. “I’ll take care of Rarity, you go for Sweetie over there.”

“Why am I giving myself orders?” The other Spike asked, looked at his counterpart, shrugged, and went on to play with the younger mare. Straddling her, he began to suck her tits, play with her nipples, grope her larger breasts, and lick her all over just to make her shiver. “It’s a shame I can’t smell your scent, girls, but your spiritual energy is intoxicating and I plan on getting as much as I can from you.”

“A low price to pay after spending years slaving away at your feet for nothing in return, Rarity,” he continued while she groaned, mumbled, and continued to cry for help every now and then. “I already told you, it’s pointless! And now that that fucking lizard settled for Twilight, he won’t be sniffing up your panties anymore!”

With a laugh, he spread her legs wide open before taking a hold of her skirt and panties. He discarded the skirt after unhooking it, but he only made one of the straps of her panties phase through her, leaving the piece of cloth to dangle from her thigh. Another arm came forth, this time to touch her moistened pussy.

“My, how scandalous, Rarity! You’re so wet! Are you enjoying this, my dear?”

“Help us, please! A-Anypony!” She looked at Sweetie Belle only to lay witness to something dragging her panties down her legs until it was out. Whatever was doing this to them seemed to notice her staring as it floated the stained piece of cloth right in front of her before letting them fall. “W-Wait! Please, do whatever you want with me… just leave my little sister alone: I won’t try to fight back or cry for help anymore, I promise,” there was a pause and for a moment she thought it had accepted her offer.

“As if!” Spike shouted from his two bodies, the second one ramming his cock deep within Sweetie Belle’s tight birthing canal. “Why should I make a deal when I can have it all and entertain myself as much as I want!?”

“AAHHHHH!” She shrieked.

“Sweetie, nooooo!” Rarity cried.

“I-it’s coooooooold!” Sweetie Belle continued to cry. “It’s really cold! S-Stop, please! I don’t want this!” She begged but her cries were stopped by a loud and lustful moan of pleasure.

“S-Sweetie Belle?” Rarity asked, confused. “Doesn’t it… hurt?”

“N-NO!” The younger unicorn replied with a throaty moan. “It -aaaah!- it feels r-really goood! Cold, but good! B-but I don’t want this! M-My first time… I wanted to g-give my first time to my s-special somepony--aaaaaaahhh!”

Spike felt a pang of regret upon hearing those words, but as soon as the regret came it was snuffed out in favor of elevating his pleasure. “Though I believe you deserve to enjoy it as much as possible, at the very least,” he said before the second divided and formed a third one. Both bodies then picked Sweetie Belle up and held her in the air in the same position Rarity was in. The third Spike moved behind her, his hands firmly groping her ass and smacking it with playful spanks before plunging his cock up her rear hole.

“AAAAAAHHHH!” Sweetie Belle shouted , but soon her shouts turned into lustful moans of pleasure.

Rarity was then forced to watch her sister being abused by some unknown, invisible, powerful entity. She could see her sister’s pussy stretched out, her walls clenching against a strange being, her breasts groped, squeezed, suckled, played with, and kneaded as if trying to milk her. The same could be said about her thighs and her immaculate derriere. Then, her moaning became a gurgled mess when something entered her mouth only for her tongue to be thrashed around like a wet, sloppy ragdoll.

The most disturbing sight, however, was the expression of absolute pleasure on her face.

“Aaaaahhhh! C-Coooold!” She cried out as a girthy member entered her marehood. From experience alone, she knew it wasn’t a stallion’s phallus. The shape was wrong and the length, while comparable, was slightly longer. That, and every single weak point inside her snatch tingled with umbral cold, pleasurable delight. “Uuuuggghhhhh!” She cried out again, moaning and drooling as her eyes rolled back into their sockets and a second penis pierced through her rear entrance, her secret weak spot.

“I knew you were stuck up, but damn, Rarity! You may not have a stick up your ass but you sure seem to like having one shoved in, eh?” Spike mocked, four identical bodies chuckling at the same time as he began to pound his beloved Rarity. Something inside him felt fulfilled, complete. He had chased after her tail for so long and now she was his plaything whenever, wherever, however he so desired.

“This is just the start, Rarity. You’ll never be truly alone ever again. I’ll come visit you regularly. But first, I need to go through a tour of the town and visit the rest of my soon-to-be energy batteries~. Pinkie and Maud, the Apple sisters, Octavia, Mrs. Cake, Mayor Mare, Zecora. So many to choose from and all of them exquisite in their own way! Be grateful that you two were the first! Soon, every mare in Ponyville will be nothing but my property! AHAHAHAHAA!”

He laughed, long and hard. So enamoured was with his own fantasy, so intoxicated by his rising power that he didn’t notice when the girls reached a world-shattering climax almost at the same time. He drank their sweet juices and energy, greedily sucking them dry until they gave out, their minds shorted out from the pleasure they had experienced. As a final act of kindness, he deposited them on the couch in a comfortable position and let them rest.

With his victory achieved and nothing more to gain, he left.

“...Maybe… are there others like myself? It was fun… but they couldn’t hear me at all. It would seriously suck if I have this kingdom all to myself and have no one to share it with…” he muttered as each copy returned to the original body, vanishing into tendrils of black mist.

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“Compadre, amigo, partner… I know more synonyms for ‘friend’ than candidates for the position” Lone Soul muttered to himself as he floated around the town’s roads. His arms were crossed and his posture was one of deep thought, regret, and maybe just a hint of sadness. “Zephyr proved that I can’t grant this power to the living. The dead are either too weak or no better. Why should I even bother?”

Looking up the road, he saw another spirit floating about following Applejack and Apple Bloom. He was about to sigh when he took notice of its familiar appearance. “Is that Spike?” Upon approaching the dark spirit he struck up a conversation.

“Didn’t think you’d die so soon, dude. What happened?”

“Huh?” Spike stopped his stalking and turned to face the voice that called him. “What in the-? Who are you? How can you see me?”

“I thought I was the loneliest loser in this town, but then I happened upon another! Wait. If you’re dead, why isn’t the whole town mourning? You did a lot for Ponyville, you know.”

Both entities came to a solemn halt and stood on the ground. Then, Spike continued. “What are you talking about, man? I didn’t die… I think. And what in Tartarus do you mean by ‘loser’? I may be lonely, but I’m not that worthless,” he smirked. “At least, not anymore.”

“Oh, I’ve read this story! Let me get this straight,” Lone rested his chin on his fist, pretending to contemplate his next words. “The world kicked you down, but now you’re ready to make them all pay! Is that about the gist of it?”

“...Well, not exactly the entire world, but something along those lines, yes. But seriously, man, what’s up with your getup? Why do you look like me?” Spike crossed his arms, smirking. “Wait, wait, before you answer me, what’s your name? I’m Spike, but you seem to know that already. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Nope.”

“Huh?”

“You’re not Spike.”

“Of course I am Spike! What, you’re going to tell me that YOU are Spike?” With a laugh, he took a firm stance.

“If you so wish,” Lone Soul scrambled his appearance to resemble the purple dragon.

For a second or two, Spike looked at the form before him and his entire being reeled with anger and contempt. Suddenly, he split into four different bodies, all of them at the ready to attack. “Worthless vessel!” He shouted but didn’t do anything else as he stared at Lone’s puzzled expression.

“Vessel? Were you trapped in him, then? I didn’t know Spike had a personal Tartarus. Wonder what else is locked in there...”

“Stop spouting nonsense!” Spike demanded. “I am Spike! I will be the real Spike, not that cowardly lizard that had each and every of his desires at hand but was too afraid to take them!” The four bodies began to grow, not by much, but it was obvious it was an intimidation tactic. “If you’re not that worthless vessel, then who the fuck are you!?”

Simultaneously, the four bodies charged, each from a different angle and sweeping their claws at Lone and even sprouting several more arms from their backs. Then, everything stopped around him, even himself. “W-Whaaaaaat!? What’s going on!? I-I can’t move! You! What did you do!?” He asked, all eight eyes glaring at Lone.

“Look at you. Thinking you’re still a dragon as you crumple like a paper tiger. You’re just pure id. Instinct with no thought. I’d rather not stand you for a second longer. Begone!”

The false Spike cried out, hollow as the gesture was. That which had spawned from nothing eventually returned to nothing. Within moments the tainted spirit was gone and erased, returned to darkness. Time resumed its course without anyone noticing what had happened besides Lone. Sadly for him, the effort proved quite overwhelming after having gone without nourishment for quite some time.

“It looks like I need to…,” he stopped for a moment to see Pinkie and Fluttershy passing by across the road. “...replenish my strength.” He followed the two girls closely, the tainted spirit already forgotten. “Eh, besides, such a weakling couldn’t have done much damage on his own.”

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!