Spike the Dragon Lord: A New Generation

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.