Spike the Dragon Lord: A New Generation

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.