A rumble sounded across the Dragon Lands. Surveying the vast region of rocky terrain, the mountain ranges of volcanoes spewing molten lava that pooled in pits that cut through the landscape, the air twisted under the heat before the Dragon Lord's eyes. After his predecessor Torch chose to abdicate his throne and vanished, Spike had been trained to claim his position.
Now he towered half of Torch's size, still young by the standards of his race but able to quickly increase in size due to the land and treasures he'd collected. Most importantly, the symbols of his status, his many lovers who thrived in his lands. He'd done whatever he could to make them happy and comfortable, and allowed them to leave without question if they tired of this life.
Not that many chose to, especially since the coven he was allowed with had discovered a way to make them hybrids should they accept. These half-human, half-dragon hybrids could maintain their beauty and lives for hundreds of years.
He perched on an overlook, claws dug into the stone. Around him stood his closest consorts, Rarity, Sweetie Belle, Ember, and Smolder. Without them, he never would have been able to achieve all this. Some rose into the blood-colored skies, his subjects going about their distance, habitation more comfortable to those who chose to remain purely human further out.
His lovers didn't bother to clothe themselves, other than the chokers they wore around their necks. “My love,” said Rarity who approached and traced his armor-like scales. She appeared humanoid, save for her leathery wings, claws on her hands and feet, and a spaded tail that arose from atop her ample, pale buttocks to flick about. “Our guest has returned to meet us.”
Spike slowly nodded. “Send them in.” He waited for her to fetch them, nostrils flaring in curiosity.
The alliances he made allowed him to expand his territory, determined to bring stability to the world. One that didn't depend on constant exploitation to sustain itself. It seemed a too idealistic dream, yet Celesia, Luna, Cadance, and even Discord had supported it, the latter he figured simply because he enjoyed messing with all the civilizations that opposed them.
His one rule was that they never resorted to force unless provoked first, and never more than was absolutely necessary.
“They're here,” said Rarity who gave a small bow before she returned to his sides alongside the others.
Spike offered a toothy smile to the arrivals. “Welcome back!”
The witch bowed low before them, who were it not for her color scheme, would have been the spitting image of Trixie Lulamoon. She even dressed in the same fashion, with a wide-brimmed cone hat, fingerless gloves that came to her upper arms, a cape held in place by a bauble that resembled a stylized eye, a high cut leotard, and heeled boots that rose to her upper thighs.
Her violet eyes met his own, similar highlights tinging her platinum locks. “Thank you,” said Beatrix Belladonna who had wandered into his lands one day and quickly become an ally. “But I'm not who you really want to see.” She rose and waved.
The Dragon Lord followed her hand that beckoned towards the lost drake she'd stumbled on in her travels. “So it's true,” the Dragon Lord said looking on his much smaller counterpart. “Another Spike? How is that possible...?”
“Displaced from his dimension,” said Beatrix who pursed her lips. “I'd bring him home, but it's not exactly easy to figure it out, what when there are an almost infinite number of dimensions to choose from! Please, can you take the poor dragon in?”
“H-hello,” said the small drake, head bowed low. He reminded the Dragon Lord of himself in his younger years, only about the same size as an average human. “Sorry, I didn't mean to put everyone out.”
“Nonsense! We're happy to help,” said Beatrix who smirked. “Isn't that so, Dragon Lord?”
“Certainly! But there's only so much growth a dragon can hope for here. We're meant to be free, out hunting, not lazing about and getting fat on gems! That can wait until you're older,” said the Dragon Lord with a twinkle in his eye. “Spike, I want you to run an errand for me. Is that okay? You don't have to accept, but I promise you'll be well-rewarded.”
Gulping, Spike took a moment to consider. “Yeah, I'll do it. I don't have anything else to do.”
The Dragon Lord said, “It will be dangerous, so...Beatrix.” She snapped to attention. “Will you escort him?”
“Me? Sure, why not?” Beatrix shrugged and planted a hand on a wide hip. “We've traveled this far together, after all!”
“Good! I can't wait to see the results.” He nodded to Rarity, who brought a scroll over to Beatrix. “This has all the relevant details. I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but I couldn't read back then.” He scratched the nape of his neck.
Spike managed a small smile and blushed. “M-me either,” he admitted. “At least, not too well.”
Beatrix patted his muscular back. “I'll help with that!” By contrast this drake was very lean and wiry, closer to Ember's build. Tiny wings were pinned protectively to him, his tail submissively tucked between his legs. “Don't worry, I'll train him well!”
Nodding, the Dragon Lord bid them farewell. He had little doubt this other Spike would one day blossom as he had. He simply needed the same push on the way.
And thanks to the coven, the Dragon Lord could always take on a smaller guises in order to better please his mates. He wanted for nothing, and looked forward to the day when this Spike was the same.
Gathering his lovers in his expansive wingspan, they retired to an active volcano to bathe, the hybrids now trained to take the intense heat. It tickled their skin, their hands running over his shiny scales while he cuddled his four closest consorts.
Around them dragons playfully wrestled and lazed, his nation exactly as the Dragon Lord always envisioned it.
*****
The further both travelers moved from the Dragon Lands, the more rocks gave way to excessive forestation. Spike took a longing look back, head still hung low. Red skies bled into blue, the sun peaking out and a gentle breeze washing over them. “Hey,” said Beatrix who rubbed one of his wings. “Don't feel down. We'll come back soon as we're finished, I promise!”
“What's it matter? I won't fit in there, either. Dragons aren't supposed to be this small.” He sighed.
“Size isn't everything!” Seeing that her attempts at humor left him unmoved, she instead hunched beside him, her expression similarly forlorn. “Come on, I know what it's like to be an outsider, too.” As a reminder she reached out a fingertip, tracing a small circle that split space itself, the rift between dimensions shimmering a bluish-white. “Not everyone who could do this!”
He watched her close the hole. “Not much of a curse. You're special! Me, I'm a runt of a dragon.” He raked his nails into the dirt. To most dragons, who valued strength and dominance, they surely saw him as a laughing stock.
“Remember, the Dragon Lord was, too. You said people in the world you come from look like this, right?” She pointed at herself with a grin and he nodded. “Huh, not much to work with. Lots of worlds where humans rule. The one I originated from is full of ponies, and there's a lot somewhere in between ponies and humans, you know, where they're mashed into one? Anthropomorphic I think they call it, or anthro for short? I had this nifty unicorn horn.” She tapped her forehead.
Taking a peek around at the dense forest ahead, he breathed in the fresh scents, letting out a long breath. She unfurled the map and read its contents. Staring over her shoulder, he struggled to make out the words.
“Can't you just warp us wherever we need to go? Would save us lots of time,” he said.
“Afraid not. If I tried to open two rifts at once, it would resemble a klein bottle and cause an entire universe to collapse, taking me down with it. I used to be terrified of my powers.” She patted the exposed portion of her backside. “Where I come from, ponies have these stamps on them called cutie marks to represent their destiny. Mine was a swirling cosmos.”
He sensed there was more to her power than she told him but decided not to ask for now. He didn't have the first clue what a 'klein bottle' was, hadn't even realized there were other universes until he happened to wake up in another one, his memories a blur. Like her, he was an anomaly here. But at least she was free to dip out whenever she wanted.
Deciding he'd better make the most of it, he lowered himself to the ground and asked, “How about a ride?”
“Sounds fun! But are you sure you can carry me?” Swinging a leg, she straddled his back and held onto his neck.
“Sure thing!” His snout broke into a toothy smile. Getting into position, he reared back, scratched the soil that came up in clumps, and spread his wingspan to its full length before he shot into the air.
“Whoa,” cried Beatrix who grabbed her fluttering hat, her other hand digging into his scales. “S-slow down!”
The earth raced below them, the drake climber higher and higher, determined to show her what he was capable of. So what if he were small? He was still a dragon! Still one of the apex predators in this world, if what he'd been told were true!
Her violet cape, styled like an Ursa Minor's coat like all her costume, whirled behind her. She clamped her thighs around him, squeaked and momentarily closed her eyes.
He laughed and called over his shoulder, “So, where are we headed?”
“Tee-hee, I'll show you!” She pointed in another direction. “This way! We won't be able to make it in one flight and will have to make a few rest stops in the way! Nothing too dangerous, looks like Spike started us with a relatively easy mission!”
“Sounds like he doesn't take us seriously! Well, I'll prove him wrong!” He pushed himself harder, muscles drawn taut.
“Don't think that's it,” she called over the wind, scrambling to maintain her grip.
During their trip the sun started to dip below the horizon, Spike determined to carry them far as he possibly could before he tired himself out.
A dragon needed to prove himself. And even if this was meant to be a throwaway task, he wouldn't let the Dragon Lord down!
*****
“Do you think they will be okay?” Rarity was the last of his lovers still in the bath with him, half-submerged in lava that bubbled and popped around them. She shook splotches of the molten liquid off her wings.
“Beatrix hasn't failed us yet,” replied the Dragon Lord who had shrunken down to a size closer to when they'd first met, so long ago. “As for this other Spike, well, he's me, isn't it? I'd say she's in good claws.” He chuckled. She waded over to him, pressed herself to his muscular chest, and he gripped her in his sturdy arms. She murmured and closed her eyes.
He stroked her hair, running his nails through pristine locks that trailed around her pale shoulders. Despite the years and the offspring she bore with him, she had matured into a dignified beauty, frozen in time after she became a hybrid. She peppered him in kisses, starting at his snout, trailing down his scaly neck, over his chiseled torso down to his abdomen.
“Frisky, huh?” But he couldn't hide the way his own spaded tail swished under a reddish-yellow pool that steamed about them. He reclined on the jagged rocks behind him, thankful for the protective scale plates on his back, legs spread as she planted pecks on his pouch. From it swelled his twin penises, pink and moist, lined in fleshy nubs to stimulate his mates.
Inhaling his masculine musk and giggling, she pressed her ample breasts around a shaft, licking around the tip of its twin and meeting his eyes, her own half-lidded. He stroked her tresses, down the smooth of her slender back, over the slope of a pert buttock that she playfully wiggled in his grip. All this time, and she still knew how to wrap him around her finger!
Their tails intertwined. She maintained his gave, running her tongue up his cock, slurping up the runny discharge. It was a rare moment to have him all to herself, Sweetie Belle visiting her parents who now lived in his realm after they had been liberated, while Ember and Smolder were off doing the sorts of things dragons liked to do. Probably fighting, she imagined.
“I love you Rarity,” he told her, not certain if he said it often enough.
She removed her lips from his cocks, still attached by saliva strings, tits mashed around one while she stroked the other. “Would you prefer to finish on me? Or inside me? Much as I love the little tykes, I think we've had enough kids together.”
“Yeah. Good thing thanks to the coven we don't have to worry about that!” Wrapping his claws around her waist, she squealed in delight, raised and then lowered down to his groin. She worked his shafts into her lower holes, wiggling her hips and bottom, adjusting to his size. He was free to loose his seed into her, the coven providing an ample supply of contraceptive potions.
Gradually she rocked atop him, bent forward so that her pendulous breasts hung and swayed. He kneaded one, pinching a wide nipple to her coos, his other claw gripped about a plush buttock. Grunting and growling low, he felt her orifices grip him, taking him in, her pussy leaking down his length between wet squishes. He raised his snout, meeting her lips in a drawn out kiss.
She picked up her pace, bouncing atop him, throwing back her head as she scooped up handfuls of molten lava and splashed it over her tits, tracing down them over her belly. He grunted in subdued delight, his elongated tongue licking off the molten treat that sluiced down the hybrid's fire-proofed flesh, licking her clean as she rubbed more and more into her breasts in circles.
She always found new ways to keep their love life interesting. His cocks started to pulse, aware that like usual his release would push her over the edge. “I'm close,” he warned her, not that it went unnoticed how he throbbed and tickled her tight walls.
Her cheeks burned pink. “Cum inside me, my Dragon Lord,” she demanded in her sultriest, huskiest voice.
“Ah,” he cried and his maw fell open. No longer needing to worry about burning her up, she smiled and posed, arms upraised, bathed in the cone of wild flames he loosed over her. She giggled under the intense heat that massaged her porcelain skin, thankful that her hair was fireproof, too. At the same time, he pumped his loads into her womb and bowels.
Her belly swelled under the excess, the impact of his blasts breaking her own dam as she whined, eyelashes fluttering as she squirted over his crotch. She pressed close to him, the pair embracing as they rode out a shared climax, smoke still rising out his nostrils. Their mouths met, tongues wrestling and nibbling at their lover as the rush of euphoria began to die down.
He huffed. “Th-think Spike will find someone to love like this?”
“Certainly.” She too panted, her index finger tracing the lines of his muscles. “He's like you, reincarnated.”
The Dragon Lord grimaced. “Yeah, I can see that.” His wingspan curled about her, tails still intertwined. One of his claws rested on her back and the other one patted her rump, her cheeks still branded by diamond tattoos. She'd decided to keep them as a reminder of how their relationship had begun. A hellish life that he'd rescued her family from in that simple villa.
One of the places the travelers crossed on their trip was a vast wilderness. From above they saw a smoldering blaze, where nude men and women danced around the smoking pyre, wreaths of wild flowers in their hair. And on a wicker throne sat the self-proclaimed Lord of Chaos himself, Discord, lounging about and sipping at a cup of wine in one paw.
Somewhere between a middle-aged man and a hybrid of numerous creatures, some believed myths, his eyes glittered as the crackling fire cast a reddish-yellow hue over his lithe naked form. He wasn't handsome in a conventional sense, yet his eccentric appearance certainly drew the eye. Spike gulped, having heard that even the former Dragon Lord had feared him.
He couldn't help but lick his chops at what bounced on his legs however, what he guessed by description were Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, their denuded forms straddling him and giggle as discordant music sounded around them. He kneaded their ample breasts and buttocks in his paw until they mewled, then stared right up at the young drake and winked.
“Yikes,” cried Beatrix Belladonna, almost losing balance as the dragon swerved. “I kn ow they're super hot, but-”
“S-sorry,” replied Spike who had instinctively dipped for a closer look at the lovely pair of beauties, his snout burning bright. “Think we can dip in and pay them a visit? My wings are starting to get tired again.”
“Nice try,” she replied with a tsk. “I mean, I'd love to party down with them too, but they're a little too wild for a beginner!”
“Damn it,” he muttered and maintained his slow flight over the drunken revelers.
She pursed her lips. “I promise we'll visit them sometime. Trouble is, Discord's not exactly a good influence. Trust me, you'll want to be on a more even level once you meet him! You don't want to just think with your, you know.”
“Come on, I'm not that innocent!” Although in truth he'd never mated before. Nor did he want to admit he was insecure about his equipment. The size was fine...it was the shape of them both. A remnant of his former form in that other world.
Unfolding the map again, Beatrix traced her fingertip under the marked area. “Almost there! Ooh, I can't wait.”
Spike called over his shoulder, “What's so special about this Salem place, anyhow?”
“Well, for one thing the coven there is headed by Luna, one of the Dragon Lord's closest allies. Without their aid, the Dragon Lands wouldn't have access to contraceptive potions and all kinds of other handy stuff! Plus,” she added more quietly. “This world's version of my mother, Trixie Lulamoon, lives around here. Maybe I'll finally be able to meet her?”
Forestation raced by over the miles, until Salem itself crawled into view. Morning was dawning over the sleepy town, the witch hunters and coven having established a truce thanks to Spike's intervention. Villagers in heavy clothes went about their business, chasing chickens, milking cows, and drawing water from wells around the rustic outskirts.
Fortunately representatives of the coven had made sure they were expected. A number of faces turned to Spike, who cast a shadow as he touched down in a cloud of dust, birds scattering and Beatrix hopping off his back. She stretched in the morning sun, a gentle breeze washing over them, and they walked side-by-side further in past the simple buildings.
“Quaint, isn't it? Reminds me of home,” she admitted. “I feel a little under dressed, though!”
He was thankful dragons didn't have to bother with clothes. Then reminded himself that's because many people saw them as animals, or worse, monsters. Thankfully, the Dragon Lord's efforts had partially mended that reputation over time.
Following a winding path that cut through the village, the clank of blacksmiths sounded nearby and filled the air with sparks. Smoke rose and with it came a variety of scents, from baked goods to sizzling meat.
Beatrix held her rumbling tummy, and his own stomach growled, salivating over more gems given to Beatrix by the Dragon Lord that she kept in her cape's pockets.
She reached into a compartment, scooped up a rattling few precious stones, and tossed them. His jaws snapped around the rare treats. “We have to spread these out,” she reminded. “But I'm sure there must be something you can eat around here!”
Spike nodded. “What's that, up ahead? Looks like a festival.”
“Sort of. From what I know, Salem's now a tourist trap. Travelers come from all over to buy mementos and help keep the economy running strong here! Seems it's worked out well for the villagers and the coven!” She planted a hand on her hip, giving a flourishing wave at the market stalls ahead. “What do you say, wanna see what it's all about?”
Another nod and he wandered ahead. They made the occasional stop, Beatrix using a pouch of bits to buy them some fresh food, along with some merchandise she tucked away to remember this place by.
He drooled over the hunk of ham on a thick bone, still steaming as his teeth shredded it apart and swallowed it down. A burp escaped him as the chunks settled in his belly.
They passed by the preserved stage where announcements were once made, alongside stakes where witches were once burned. A ghoulish reminder of sacrifices made to reach this point.
Beatrix shook her head at the brooms on display. “Did witches ever really ride those? Then again, it might be kind of cool! If I had one, I'd take it everywhere! Too bad it's just a prop!”
The pair rested on a bench, Spike curled up by her, an eye open.
“Hey,” came a loud voice. “Who said you could rip off my style?” Turning to the sound, Beatrix's eyes widened as her mother approached, shrouded in a similar, scanty costume. “Let me guess. You must be Beatrix Belladonna?”
“Uh, y-yeah.” She cast her a nervous smile.
Her features softened. “I'm only razzing you,” she said and mussed up Beatrix's hair. “I'd been told you were practically a clone of the Great and Powerful Trixie, but it's uncanny! Hard to believe there's an endless number of dimensions out there, but I suppose Twilight's and Moondancer's theories were true, after all! And you must be the 'new' Spike!”
“Nice to meet you!” He shot her a toothy grin. “So, you're our supplier?”
“Indeed. Follow me.” Trixie strode ahead, and they raced to catch up. She led them to her wagon, a gaudily painted place she called home, parked under shade cast by a tree.
The door creaked open, and they piled in, where a heavy treasure chest sat and the shelves were stocked by potions that fizzled and bubbled. She planted her wide bottom down on the chest.
“Make yourselves at home,” their hostess said. “It'll be a while before the latest batch finishes brewing.” She nodded at the compartments, where a number of things which included baked goods were packed up and preserved. “Help yourselves!”
Beatrix and Spike stuffed their faces with cakes and slurped down tea. A hiss sounded, beakers poised above small fires. The windows and door were left open to let out small trails of smoke. Trixie checked on her brew on occasion.
“I'm surprised you don't have a cauldron,” teased Beatrix who tittered.
“Now, now, my little hellspawn.” She flicked Beatrix's nose. “The Dragon Lord's told me all about your origins. I'm not one to pry, but why don't you two stay the night, so I can get to know more about you?”
“We'd love to! If we're not intruding,” she amended.
“Nonsense! In fact, I insist!” Trixie tossed back a curtain of hair and used clamps to remove a beaker. “What about you, Spike? You've been rather quiet this whole time. Surely, you must have an exciting life to tell us all about?”
“Not really. I can't remember much of it.” He hung his snout. “Just that I was surrounded by humans, and I was, well...a dog where I cam from. Must be why I'm so small and skinny. Can you make me more of a dragon?”
Trixie caressed her chin. “Hmmm...I might know a way. But I'm not sure your guardian would like it.”
“Let me guess. Sex?” Beatrix was met by her nod. “Why am I not surprised? That's one way to boost a drake!”
Spike's face burned. “You mean, I'm supposed to collect mates of my own. That makes sense. Heck, I bet that's why the Dragon Lord sent me out in the first place! He hoped I'd find lovers to call my own, scattered all over the world!”
“Maybe...but you shouldn't rush this,” reminded Beatrix who crossed her arms.
“Come now,” said Trixie. “I thought you were supposed to be adventurous? Are you really my daughter?”
“Of course! But this is Spike's first time. Shouldn't it be special? The Dragon Lord formed a life-long bond after he mated with Rarity. She'll always be special to him. You should choose someone who wants to remain at your side,” explained Beatrix.
“Someone special to me...” His fin-like ears flattened. “I don't know anyone too well yet.” But neither did he want to wait. His loins burned in frustration. Seeing Fluttershy and Tree Hugger prostrated like that had really stirred him up!
“Sleep on it,” suggested Beatrix. “I wouldn't mind helping out, but do you want to do more than scratch an itch?”
Over the day the trio went about their business. The entire time Spike ruminated over what he wanted to do.
Sure, Beatrix and Trixie would mate with him if he asked, but he doubted either would settle down with him. The moment a drake mated, he would take the first leap into maturity. He wondered what that would mean for him? Would his size increase, too?
Eventually, the sun began the dip. An ocean of stars started to glitter in the darkness and framed the pale moon. It was a time of celebration for the coven, now able to openly worship their Goddess, Luna. A thin miasma crawled over Salem.
Small lanterns lit the area. Hammocks were readied for Trixie and Beatrix, the former saying, “Sorry one can't support you.” She placed bundles of blankets on a spacious part of the wagon. “I hope this will suffice?”
“Sure, looks cozy.” He curled up in his tail while the women settled in.
Crickets chirped outside. Less than a half hour later, Trixie was snoring and Beatrix softly murmured in her sleep. Spike yawned, unable to follow their example. Maybe it was because dragons were supposed to hunt and tire themselves out?
The minutes ticked by. His nostrils twitched and his tail flicked about. After another hour passed, he accepted slumber was currently impossible, and quietly slipped out a window into Salem. A few lights were on but most people were asleep.
However he could hear faint music in the woods. The coven? Unable to resist his curiosity, he padded into a maze of trees.
The music grew louder, mixed with feminine chanting. From what he knew the coven were all-female. Would they resent his presence? His heart raced, and he considered turning back, yet felt compelled to see how they worshiped Luna.
A ghostly violet fire danced at the center of a clearing. He peeked from the shadows, witnessed the dozens of nude women gathered around in, prostrating themselves in worship as streams of moonlight poured in over their bared flesh.
He gulped hard, ashamed, and decided to turn back. Surely, he'd invaded something sacred.
He didn't make it far before a voice called, “Going somewhere?” The path back to the town was blocked by a lone figure, naked and arms folded, her legs boldly splayed open to make herself appear larger, her face tilted upwards. Purple locks trailed down her, highlighted by small aquamarine streaks. “Who knew that Spike was such a pervert? I'm disappointed.”
“No! I-I'm sorry,” he said and bowed his head, blushing. “I had no idea you'd all be, well, naked!”
She laughed. “I'm a witch too, you know? Part of a different coven from the one that usually hangs around here. We decided to meet up and observe the anniversary when our first sisters were burned at the stake.”
“I...I see. I had no idea,” he admitted, more ashamed by the moment.
“You don't get off that easily. What should I do to you? Turn you into a toad? Place a curse on you? I know.” She smiled evilly. “How about a shrink your junk? That would be a fair punishment, don't you think, you little perv?”
“No! Anything but that!” He shut his legs tight, worried it would be permanent. He would be a laughingstock!
More laughter erupted from the witch. “Relax. I'll let you go, just this once. I doubt Twilight would forgive me if I gave you a proper punishment, anyway. She's close friends with the Dragon Lord, or so I've heard. My name's Starlight Glimmer, by the way.” She hunched down to meet his snout, seemingly unashamed of her nakedness, not that she had any reason to be.
Her supple body was nothing to sneer at, nipples perky in the cool night air. Her skin was clean-shaven down to her crotch, her breasts and butt less impressive than Trixie's; but if what Beatrix claimed was true, she had used alchemy to enhance her assets, from size to how much they jiggled. She cleared her throat, and he turned his head aside, realizing he'd been staring.
“You like that, huh? Well, guess I can't blame you. Follow me.” She turned, and he trailed behind, unable to help but stare at the way her buttocks swiveled each time she swayed her hips. He swore she was teasing him on purpose!
His eyes were instinctively pinned to her pert ass, following her slow stride through the uneven path, leaves and twigs crunching under their steps. She suddenly halted as a body of water came into view, his face slamming between her buttocks.
“Oops,” he cried forcing himself to withdraw from the comfort of her warm cheeks. “It was an accident, I swear!”
“Sure,” she said and rolled her eyes. A thin miasma rolled over the crystalline waters, shimmering in the moonlight. She waded in, continuing to roll her buttocks with each swish of her hips, slipping in under the water came just above her knees. She raised her arms to stroke her hair, turning her upper body as if intentionally posed to show off all her assets at once. “Coming?”
He swallowed. “S-sure.” A splash sounded as he headed in. He stood on his hindlegs so his snout wouldn't be submerged, and she failed to swallow a gasp, blinking as her eyes slowly drank in his wiry musculature. “Is something wrong?”
“Quite the opposite.” She moved closer, still studying him. “I didn't realize you were so handsome.”
Spike furrowed his brow. “You think so? Really? I know I'm small by dragon standards-”
Her index finger pressed over his lips. “Hush.” Her palms rested on his lean chest, warmth radiating from it. “You really want to make it up to me? I know a way. Only if you want to, though.” She softened. “I...used to run a different sect of the coven. Luna didn't approve of my methods, since I...used to use my spells to make people do whatever I wanted.”
He wasn't certain how anyone could turn her down. Without thinking his tail was already starting to curl up one of her legs, and she pleasantly shuddered, pressing so close that her soft breasts mashed against his muscles, her nipples poking him.
Did he want her to be his first? He didn't see any good reason why not. Sleeping with Beatrix might have been awkward, at least as his first, since they would likely travel together lots more. That left the only other real alternative as Trixie.
“I've always wondered what sex with a dragon is like. Rumors claim it's amazing. And you seem safe,” she whispered.
Hoping he wouldn't disappoint, his heart thudded. Cautiously he traced his claws down her slender back, felt the rise and fall of her breasts on him, one claw lowered to rest on her hip and another above the dimples of her smooth buttocks.
“You're such a tease. I thought dragons were like wild animals that rushed in,” she playfully taunted.
That stirred his more competitive need to take charge. He tightened his grip, leaning her back a bit. “I could if you want,” he said, blood running hot. One of his knees experimentally pushed her thighs open.
His claw traced over her hip, down a meaty thigh, while his other palm slid lower and cupped her ass. The velvet flesh gave way under his squeezes, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, breathing heavily with him as their gazes locked.
Out of his sheathe rose his twin members, wet and warm on her belly. They weren't like other drakes, much to his shame, knots near the base to embed himself in his mate and assure that the seed he pumped into them was sealed into their wombs.
Her cheeks burned. “You plan to make a girl wait all night? Don't fight your instincts. Let them take over. I promise, it will be better for both of us.” His knee pressed to her hot pussy, squishy and noisy as it rubbed and leaked over him.
Growling low as she spurred him on, his eyes turned white, mating instincts taking over. All conscious thought fled him, determined to breed his new mate senseless. Seizing her mane, he yanked her so that her back was to him, forcefully bending her over the bank so that her heart-shaped ass was presented to him. She moaned and reddened more, pinned in place.
His snout dipped towards her rump, still pulling her hair as his elongated tongue started to trace the hot pink rim of her asshole. She clenched her holes and whined in response, aware that he was readying her sweet ass for the pounding of her life.
Licking around her taint, he pushed his tongue tip inside, wiggling inside her hot, clamping walls. Withdrawing, he planted a final kiss on her sphincter, then stretched his chiseled muscles as he pressed himself over his lover, mounting her.
She sucked in a breath, relaxing herself to take him. His twin tips pressed against her orifices, gradually worked their way in, spreading her more wide open than ever before. Fortunately, he still instinctively knew to let her adjust to him, worming his cocks in, and she pressed herself back against him to help until his knots audibly popped in and left her impossibly full.
“Oh shit,” she muttered never having felt more complete in her entire life!
Clambering atop her, one of his claws greedily seized one of her hanging tits, kneading it and pinching her perky nipple. Her loose tit swung as he gradually started to hump her, his other palm landing a loud smack on her ass, making it wobble with a loud crack that left his red print on her skin. She whined some more, dripping over the knot lodged in her tight cunt.
Wrapping his jaws around the nape of her neck, she moaned louder. Gradually he picked up his pace, soon slamming into her, her cheeks bouncing each time he split her moist holes. His heavy balls swung, smacked into her twat, and his spaded tail reached up, stroking her swollen clitoris. She clenched her teeth and eyes, feeling his heated breath fall over her.
She gripped his knots, milking them. The rumors didn't lie. The fleshy spines on his pink shaft were tickling her in all the right spots, feeling like they licked at her g-spot in particularly, leaving her a dripping, moaning mess that drizzled down his cock and balls, over her inner thighs. His precum flushed her insides, dulling her to any discomfort under sheer pleasure.
Finally, his tip pressed against her cervix, opening it and invading her slimy uterus. Grunting and growling more, his musculature lined in perspiration and drawn so taut veins were visible on him, explosive blasts of cum fired repeatedly against her wet pink walls. She shrieked and came hard, squirting over his groin, her cervix widening to accept his virile seed.
Still smacking into her with each pump, tears of joy dripped down her face, her stomach rounding out like she'd been heavily impregnated by the excess of semen that sloshed in her core and overran in white clumps that oozed out her openings.
He huffed and slowed, still draped atop her, their knees week as they were thoroughly spent for the moment.
“Fuck,” she managed to mutter through her blushing, dopey face. “Not sure I can go back to human men after this.”
Clarity returned to Spike as he came down from his own orgasm and basked in his afterglow with her. Was it his imagination, or had he gotten bigger and stronger? He'd been told mating would change him. He was truly a dragon now.
She murmured sleepily, feeling his jizz swish about her slimy womb. His knots were still embedded in her warm holes.
They lied there like that for nearly an hour, enjoying the feel of each other. “Uh,” said Starlight. “Much as this feels nice, how long do you intend to spend knotted in there? We'll have to break away eventually,” she reminded him.
“I-I know.” He yanked a little with a grunt, only to find his knots were still firmly embedded in her. “I'd kinda...stuck.”
“Maybe a little magic? Ugh, but it's hard to work it from this angle!” She squirmed under him.
Again-and-again, they attempted to separate themselves, but he realized his cocks had swollen too large for him to handle, his mating instincts still locked in place, not quite sated. Finally, the pair slumped back in defeat, Spike still hunched on her back.
“Well, well. What do we have here?” Boisterous laughter sounded as footsteps approached.
“Don't laugh,” warned Beatrix at her mother's side, barely able to maintain a snicker as the corner of her mouth twitched.
“Ha, ha, very funny.” Starlight rolled her eyes. “A little hand here? This is humiliating.”
Trixie planted hands on her wide hips. “What's the matter, never taken the knot before? You two are lucky I had to take a pee and noticed Spike was missing! I woke up my little hellspawn and decided to have a look around! I knew you'd get in trouble!”
“Sorry about that,” mumbled Spike who blushed brighter.
“Don't worry about it,” said Beatrix. “I'm just glad you're okay. Honestly, I was worried this might happen. Dragons weren't made to be compatible with other species, but since they're magical creatures they adapt to them pretty well. Still, I was worried you were still a little too immature to mate. You started to fast, and couldn't quite control your body.”
Mother-and-daughter waved a hand in unison, their costumes glowing bright before they dissolved and left them nude. The pair waded into the pool, moved behind Spike and Starlight, who burned hotter in shame as the witches studied his swollen knots embedded deep inside her. “Looks like this will be a two woman job. Ready, my little hellspawn?”
“Ready,” answered Beatrix as the too posed, their hands moving and glowing as they chanted.
Gently the pair applied their colorful, sparkly auras, and warned the lovers to relax. Slowly they tugged, and realizing it wasn't enough, shared a nod. “This will be a little invasive,” warned Beatrix. “Is that okay?”
“Yes. Just get it out,” whined Starlight who wiggled her bottom.
“Do what you have to,” said Spike who couldn't deny how wonderful it felt to rest inside her.
Wrapping their hands in their aura, the mother-daughter team carefully reached into Starlight's birth canal and exit hole. They wrapped around his half-erect cocks, hot and gooey, and slowly worked them out of her relaxed confines. A pop sounded as they exited her gaped holes, oozing thick splotches of his white seed that bubbled and slapped in a murky pool over the water.
“Don't worry,” said Beatrix. “I prepared us contraceptive potions too, just in case!”
Starlight washed her lower half clean. “Worth it,” she admitted and sat on the bank.
Spike asked, “Will this happen every time?”
“It shouldn't,” said Beatrix who washed her own hands. “You'll get used to it more each time you mate.”
“That's too bad,” taunted Trixie who smirked. “That was pretty funny!”
“Guess you're a full dragon now,” said Beatrix who looked him over. “You're bigger and stronger! And that potential will grow as you seek more mates! How about it, Starlight? Do you plan to stick by his side?”
Starlight chewed her lip. “I'll...think about it. I have the coven to help look after. My sisters still need me.”
Beatrix rubbed her chin. “How about this? We pick you back up next time we're in the area? I have a feeling that Spike will soon earn his own territory in the Dragon Lands!” She winked.
“Then I'll look forward to it!” Starlight smiled at him.
Sheepishly he used his wingspan to scoop up water and splashed it over his scaly muscles. His knots had shrunken and retreated back into his sheathe, but he'd never forget his first moment with a potential mate.
A male dragon was supposed to claim as many females as he could, symbols of his prowess and status, but the Dragon Lord treated his far better than most.
He was an inspiration Spike one day hoped to reach. Centuries down the line, could he become the Dragon Lord, too?
It seemed unlikely, but he was content to dream as he bathed alongside the trio of beauties until dawn started to break.
After a few more days in Salem, the pair said their farewells then headed home. This time it was a smoother ride, Spike's now slightly wider wingspan better able to catch and travel the currents. On his back he carried Beatrix, who rode next to a basket strapped to him that contained a fresh supply of contraceptives and other potions for the Dragon Lord.
“Probably an aphrodisiac,” noted Beatrix who giggled. “A hear Torch had a similar problem!”
“Can't be easy to keep up with that many mates,” answered Spike as they flew back over the forest. “One of the few downsides of being the Dragon Lord, I guess. Wonder if that's what burnt out Torch and finally made him decide to disappear?”
“Hmm, not my place to speculate.” Yet she rubbed her chin anyhow. “By the way, you've gotten a lot better at this! But don't let it go to your head!” One of her palms traced scales that embedded the firm muscles below.
“Not to worry! But Starlight did make me feel stoked,” he admitted, chuckling. A shame she had decided to stay behind for now, but he couldn't take her away from her duties with the sisterhood. There would always be time to settle down later.
After a number of stops to rest, the travelers arrived in the Dragon Lands. Making their way across the stones, the duo climbed to the summit where the Dragon Lord and his closest consorts waited to receive them.
“Oof,” cried Beatrix who bent to plant the basket down, careful not to led it rattle too much. She removed the lid and said, “All here, just like you asked!” She winked and grinned. “Couldn't have done it without my new pal, Spike!”
Rarity stepped forward and nodded. “It appears young Spike has gotten...bigger.”
“Yeah.” His eyes trailed below, his cheeks on fire.
“So I take it you did the deed? There's nothing to be ashamed of,” said Rarity who walked barefoot over the stone, her fingers tracing under his chin to lift up his snout until their gaze met. “It's how the Dragon Lord and I first met. You remind me of him when he was younger,” she said, not seeming to mind how his gaze couldn't help but drink her denuded perfection in.
Smolder, who was in her half-human guise like Ember, asked, “Who got to pop your cherry? Was it Beatrix?”
“No,” said the witch who reddened. “It was...well...” She looked to the drake.
“Starlight Glimmer, a member of the coven.” Spike beamed at the memory, heart fluttering. “It just kinda happened.” He noted they all looked upon him differently now, an unspoken agreement he'd embarked on the road to full maturity.
“Glimmer, huh? I've heard about but never met her,” said the Dragon Lord. “You both did great work! But the next mission will probably be a little more dangerous. Rest for now. I've prepared a place for both of you.” Sweetie Belle stepped forward to lead them, and the travelers followed her down the slope, back to more hospitable parts of his territory.
Ember asked, “Think they're up to it?”
“Of course! I remember a time when you two didn't think I was up to it either,” he said turning to her and Smolder who shifted uncomfortably. “But that's all in the past. I wonder if Torch was once a small fry, too?”
Ember shook her head. “Hard to say. He never talked about his younger days much. Dragons aren't the sentimental type.”
“Lucky I changed, that, huh?” He scooped them up using his tail and pressed them to his heated chest. “What do you say? Want to give the latest batch a test run?” He scooped up a bottle, popped the cork, and ingested the fizzy contents in one gulp.
“Mmm. But stay in that form,” said Rarity who playfully flicked his snout. Directing him to lay back, she and the dragonesses prostrated themselves between his open thighs, feeling the heat radiate from his sheathe as they began to stroke it. He grumbled low, his thin shafts beginning to emerge, far to massive to be taken in his Dragon Lord shape.
The dual pillars of masculinity rose heavenward, eclipsing his lovers in their long shadows. Pink and moist, they throbbed down to the fleshy ridges that lined them, the veins below visible, snorts rising out the Dragon Lord who twitched in anticipation.
Not one to disappoint, Rarity shot him a wink, taking one of his rods while the dragonesses focused on the other. They pressed their nakedness to him, felt the heat rise from his shaft tickle them all over.
Slowly they began to rub themselves up-and-down his cocks, soft plush breasts mashed into his meat, as they bathed in his trickle of precum, opening their mouths to swallow the natural waterfall that sluiced over their suppleness. He kicked a leg, groaning and breathing a plume of thin fire skyward.
Planting wet kisses all over his pricks, naked skin glazed in his slimy release, they stuck out their elongated tongues, able to wrap all the way around his cocks and help stroke them. He grit his teeth, straining and closing his eyes.
Moisture ran down their inner thighs, unfilled holes clenching. Their wings happily fluttered and their tails swayed, linking between the three of them. Rarity pushed the spaded tip into Ember's pussy, the wet squish and a spatter of her juices meeting the intrusion. Moaning, Ember sank her own tail into Smolder's cunt, and she returned the favor, the three united.
The threesome thrust in-and-out of each other, their walls spread wide open by the spades. Fueled by love and lust alike, years spent in skinship had united his harem into a sisterhood, their affection for him now shared between them all.
“C-close,” he warned, more smoke rising out his flaring nostrils.
They steadied themselves for the familiar, volcanic cum eruption, teased by the angry pulses of his cocks. Clinging on tight lest they be washed away, the first white cascade shot skyward, only to plop down all over them. They opened their mouths to retrieve it, certain if not for their partial dragon nature in these forms they would gag and nearly drown in his spunk.
Goo washed down them, clung to their curves, his musk overpowering and making their heads swim. They gobbled down what they could, more spurts slapping over them, running in pools that spread at their slimy feet.
He roared and breathed more flames upward, unable to stop his constant release, thankful for the relief of pressure on his swollen, heated balls. All the while they kissed and licked his moist shafts, foggy under the lust his seed induced.
*****
“Are you sure this is safe?” Beatrix had removed her clothes but tentatively stared at the molten pool.
“Oh yeah! The Dragon Lord's girls use it all the time,” assured Sweetie Belle, also naked as she started to wade into the steamy lava. Her curves rivaled Rarity's, plush and pale, with a touch of pink where even her bottom appeared to blush.
Spike already sat in the small pit. “Don't pressure her. If Beatrix doesn't want to-”
“I didn't say that,” she answered coyly and winked before she took the first, cautious dip of a toe in. Fortunately she didn't melt, on the contrary a warmth tickled her, and beckoned her deeper inside until she fully stepped in. She shivered in delight, thankful that the potion worked as advertised. The does would last her an entire day, impervious like she too was a dragon.
“Relax and enjoy! You're our guests,” reminded Sweetie who splashed herself and grinned.
The threesome settled in without a care in the world. At least until a boom sounded, and the Dragon Lands quaked.
“Wh-what?” Sweetie's wide-eyed cry was interrupted by the slosh of the pool, unable to stop the bouncing of her buoyant breasts, outdone by Beatrix's whose tits jiggled to a comical degree. “That can't be natural!”
“S...so I enhanced them a little with alchemy,” snapped back Beatrix defensively. “So what?”
Spike's head darted around as he asked, “Is this really the time for this? We could be under attack!”
“True,” admitted Beatrix, barely able to stand as the lands around them violently shook. “Wait.” Realization dawned on her. “It's because we're close to the Dragon Lord, isn't it? He must be...well...” Her cheeks burned as she smirked wide.
“Ah, no fair! Rarity's not supposed to do that without me,” whined Sweetie who planted hands on her hips.
“Wow,” whispered Beatrix to herself. “Lovemaking so powerful it can shake the heavens...” She glanced over Spike again, the ripple of his lithe muscles, a little disappointed he hadn't taken her up on the offer to let him rut her senseless.
He tilted his head to one side. “What?”
“Oh, nothing.” She waved his curiosity away, her face afire. Thankfully the geysers that the Dragon Lord released died down, hers and Sweetie's tits no longer slapped about under the earthquakes. The girls yelped as a final boom shook the area, and were pitched forward, where they landed with a slap on his chest, their bare breasts smashed into his firm muscles.
“H-hi,” said Sweetie who giggled.
“Too bad you're taken,” said Beatrix to Sweetie and winked.
“True. But I wouldn't trade the Dragon Lord for anyone! I'm sure you'll find lots of mates loyal to you,” she assured him. Nonetheless she stayed cradled to him for several moments, hopeful that her mate wouldn't mind.
The land settled down completely. Over the next hour, the trio bathed, and talked about their lives. After a while Spike dozed off, dreams filled by possible missions to come, and the sight of himself as the Dragon Lord with a harem to call his own.
