Spike the Dragon Lord: A New Generation

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.