Spike in Pirate's Booty Call

Ashen clouds trailed over a rocky terrain where the air twisted under the heat. Lava bubbled and pooled down the mountain range. At the highest peak rested the Dragon Lord himself, able to survey all that belonged to him. The titan in question's armor-like purple scales gleamed under the lava that rolled in the distance, skies swathed in grayish-black smoke.

“This mission could prove a little more dangerous,” warned the Dragon Lord who towered over his consorts who surrounded him, and his guests, Spike and Beatrix Belladonna, who knelt before the ruler of the Dragon Lands. “Please,” he chuckled. “There's no need for that.”

They rose and met his snout, along with Rarity, Sweetie Belle, Ember, and Smolder, his lovers choosing to go naked save for the chokers around their necks. “I understand if you choose not to accept this mission-”

“I'm up for it,” chirped Beatrix who gave a playful salute that swished platinum locks tinged in violet. Her high-cut leotard clung to her supple form, and she kicked a heeled boot that came to her upper thigh. “How about it, Spike?”

“Yeah,” he answered despite the hammering of his heart. They would be headed into a more chaotic territory, where pirates roamed, and a number of monsters thrived in tumultuous seas. “So, this Rainbow Dash has requested help on a treasure hunt?”

The Dragon Lord said, “Afraid so. Want to request help? Maybe I could send Applejack, Sunset Shimmer, or-”

“No! I-I mean, I want to prove I can do this,” answered Spike whose breast swelled with pride. “Beatrix is help enough!”

“Aww, thanks! Flatterer.” She winked at him. “Still, it might be better not to go in half-cocked.” But the young drake barely heard her, fin-like ears flicking and his imagination running wild with the possibility of glory. Not to mention possible mates!

Resting his heavy head on his claws, the Dragon Lord snorted. “Well, whatever you choose feel free to rest and relax until you're ready!”

Nodding, Spike and Beatrix walked down the slope to the mountain, framed by a crimson sky. The drake had been offered his own cave, stockpiled with a ration of various gems and a molten pool to bathe in.

Tempted as Spike was to lounge around, take a dip and stuff his belly, the opportunity to explore and further prove his worth made his blood run hot. At his side Beatrix walked, face buried in a map where the area was marked. Her Ursa Minor-styled cape trailed after her, the wide-brimmed witch hat tilted on her head, half-shading her face.

His claws scraped on the slope, walking on all fours and his leather wings pinned at his lean back. He'd gotten a little bigger and stronger thanks to his last adventure, but reminded himself those gains could easily slip away if he got complacent.

Around them dragons whirled in the air, lazed on rocks and in molten pools, wrestled and breathed fire. A reminder of a life he could lead, and one day probably would, after he earned the respect of his kindred.

Already a few were forced to begrudgingly acknowledge his prowess, tales of his first success spreading as Sweetie Belle bragged about what he and Beatrix shared.

Plopping down in his warm and cozy cave once they arrived, he curled up in his tail while she sat and opened a book to read, a grimoire he assumed. Her fingers shifted the pages, lit up by the crimson skies at the entrance, the shadows deepening further inwards.

He and Beatrix would have a full night's rest, then set off immediately once dawn broke.

*****

Spike wasn't certain how long had passed since the trip started. They stopped to rest as needed, and the dragon sailed over the Sparkling Seas, the sun high in a blue sky where clouds drifted past and gulls wheeled.

On his scaly back rode Beatrix, who squealed in delight and a little fear, clinging to him for life as the waves crashed far below. The breeze carried a salty scent.

Thankfully it wasn't much farther before they reached their destination, an island where Rainbow Dash's ship was docked in wait. He'd heard she was a wild one, a former notorious air pirate before her run-in with the Dragon Lord.

Nowadays she would leave the Dragon Lands on occasion for months at a time to scavenge sunken treasure from the ocean.

Heading further inward, the sky started to darken almost instantly. “Rain?” Beatrix held out a palm and felt cool droplets splash her skin. It picked up by the moment, the clouds turning pitch black. “Looks like a storm's headed our way! But it doesn't look natural! Maybe-” She was cut off by a sudden burst of wind that mercilessly battered them.

Scrambling for purchase, the witch screamed and slipped loose, Spike buffeted by gales that knocked him off course. “Beatrix,” he cried, helpless to do more than watch her vanish into turbulent waters as lightning flashed and thunder cracked.

He strained and flapped with all his might, unable to resist the pull as he was helplessly carried by the freak weather.

His gaze desperately darted about, but his fellow traveler had vanished completely into the darkness. Like him, she was on her own. Not that he could do much more to avert his current fate, left to the whims of nature.

Muscles strained taut when he attempted to slow his descent, pulled towards crags that rose from the bleak waters. Moss-lined, they came closer-and-closer as he spun out of control, claws protectively held out in front of him in attempt to make a safe landing.

Would he die before he was even able to learn who he was? Why he'd ended up here?

Moments later he slammed into the rocks, yelped, and blackness overtook him as he slumped over...

*****

By the time Spike awakened the storm had passed. Sprawled on his back atop a series of rocks somewhere in the sea, a few sea lice scuttled over his shiny scales and underbelly.

Seagulls cried and he sniffed the salty air, attempting to rise only to find his muscles refused to respond. Grunting, he titled his snout forward, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Beatrix...?” The last he had saw, she'd been washed away. For all he knew she was dead. He closed his eyes tight.

“Looks like he's finally up,” came a harsh, feminine voice.

“Ooh, we bagged us a cute one!” The second female sounded quite chipper and a splash sounded.

“Quiet, you two.” The third one's voice turned sultrier as she said, “Welcome, little drake.”

“Who are you? Did you cause the storm? Show yourselves!” There were more splashes as the trio plopped down on the wet stone before him.

He sucked in a heavy breath, frozen by the sight of the beauties before him. He'd heard tales about such creatures, but often wondered if they were simply fantasies lonely mortal men imagined to amuse themselves.

They were stark naked, with the bodies of women, but like him fins in place of ears. Thin shimmery scales decorated parts of their supple flesh, tiny fins on their arms and legs, gills on their sides that expanded and contracted.

The first who'd spoken was lithe and had compact muscles. Her breasts and bottom were modest but well-shaped, hair pulled into pigtails, her face pulled into a snarl.

The second was the most voluptuous, her pendulous breasts proudly displayed as she bunched them up, her smile wide and hair pulled into a high ponytail.

Lastly the one in the middle was somewhere between the two extremes, shapely and coy, wild orange curls hanging like a curtain around the lead siren.

They climbed over him. He felt the brush of soft, hanging tits over his chiseled chest and shuddered. Their moist skin gleamed. Sweet scents tickled his nostrils as they traced their hands over his musculature.

In a hoarse voice he asked, “Wh-where's Beatrix...?”

“Your friend? Washed away, I'm afraid. I'm Sonata Dusk, by the way!” She winked. “And the pissy one is Aria Blaze!”

“Shut up,” warned Aria, like her sisters now draped all over him.

“Now, now girls. You can call me Adagio Dazzle.” She fluttered her thick lashes and traced a fingernail up his stomach, between his pecs, under his chin. “We saved you, poor little drake. You should thank us.”

“I have to find my friend,” he started, trying to rise, but the sirens opened their mouths and started to sing in unison,their harmonious song making his eyes heavy, a dopey smirk on his snout. He swished his tail, felt the heat within him build, concentrated in his loins. “What do you want from me? Do you plan to eat me...?”

The sisters paused their sensuous song, breasts pressed on him. “Something like that,” said Adagio who tittered.

“Just a little energy,” added Sonata who licked his cheek, her tongue impossible long.

Aria asked, “So why not sit back and enjoy it? It'll be over soon enough!”

He gulped, worried between the three of them they would literally drain him dry. “Come on, I-I've got to find her!”

“Ugh,” said Aria. “Looks like he won't shut up about her.”

Adagio sucked on her lower lip. “How about this? We help each other. You stay with us, and we'll look for her.”

“By then it will be too late!” He imagined Beatrix's body floating face-down somewhere. No, more likely she'd been dragged far below, unable to be recovered. His stomach twisted, ashamed he couldn't have done more to save her.

If only he was stronger!

“It'd be too late already,” reminded Sonata. “You've been asleep here for hours!”

“No way...” But somehow he knew it was true. A smack sounded as his head fell back. Sighing, he stared up at them. “Okay. I'll do it. Just help me recover whatever is left of Beatrix, after this is over.”

He tried not to think about what had happened, uncertain what he would tell the Dragon Lord on his return. He'd only known her a short time, but she was a friend.

“Deal,” said Adagio who rubbed his sheath with Aria and Sonata until his viscous robs started to rise. She flicked the pink slab of meat near her face. “I call dibs on this cock. You two can share the other one.”

The two younger sisters stared each other down, forced to share the scraps the eldest didn't claim like always. They beset his member, stroked and kissed it, while Adagio half-lidded her eyes and dragged her elongated tongue up his spire.

Aria and Sonata mimicked her, circled their tongues around his dick repeatedly, as he throbbed and salty precum dripped onto their taste buds. The troika nibbled, pulled, and sucked on his twins, and he found himself unable to hold back a growl.

His insides burned and his eyes started to whiten. His limbs moved on their own, one claw seizing Adagio by her curls, forcing her lips wide open onto his staff. She choked a tad, small tears in her eyes, driven to take him to the hilt.

But she quickly settled into a rhythm despite the swell of his knot, her cheeks bright red as she slurped the meat that filled her swollen throat.

His other claw played with Aria's and Sonata's tits, the former's small and perky in contrast to the latter's bountiful suppleness. They moaned and fought over his cock, met his eyes and competed to see who could pleasure him more.

The drake grumbled, lifted his spaded tail which lashed out. The tip smacked Adagio across the buttocks, who yelped, followed by Aria and Sonata as he alternated between the siren sisters.

Soon their plush asses were stained pink, but he refused to relent, which only spurred the three on to suckle his shafts. Audible smacks and coos filled the air, met by his own hisses.

Groaning, he suddenly burst. Adagio's eyes widened under the explosion that ballooned out her cheeks too fast to swallow, filled her belly, erupted out her nostrils which burned under the deluge of thick and slimy spunk. He held her head down with her claw, and she drank the steady stream he pumped out, to the point where her belly swelled under the excess.

At the same time his other cock fired across the faces of Aria and Sonata, who stuck out their tongues, eyes forced to close as they were repeatedly blasted, slapped by thick ropes that clung to their faces and breasts, slid and swung over their curves. They continued to stroke him, emptied his balls, licked up his stringy cum and smeared it into their glazed tits.

Adagio popped off his shaft, opened her mouth wide to show off the splooge that filled it, stuck between her teeth and to her gums. Slowly she rolled it about, chewed on it, then turned and spat it on the faces of Aria and Sonata. The sisters pressed so close their cum-soaked breasts mashed, wrestled their tongues as they playfully passed his virile seed between them.

He watched them repeatedly pass his spunk between them before they finally swallowed it down.

But he sensed this was merely the start. The lusty sirens would toy with their latest plaything quite a bit more before they were finally satisfied...