Spike in Pirate's Booty Call

There was barely time to rest before the sirens beset Spike anew. Adagio swung a leg over the drake's snout, lowered her ample ass onto it, and he stared up at the tight pink pucker of her asshole, the cleft of an inflamed, wet pussy.

“Eat it,” she demanded as the warm, supple flesh spread over his heated face. Her cheeks spread, and his long tongue darted out.

He felt Aria and Sonata take his twin cocks, slide them into themselves with throaty whimpers, spread their moist canals wide as he knotted their slick pussies. He swelled into them, opened them wide, started to bounce atop him as Adagio humped his snout, and he alternated licks between her holes which clenched under his strokes.

His claws reached up, kneaded breasts and buttocks, teased them with his tail which traced over their smooth flesh which shined under the sunlight.

Above him the sisters made out, used to such dalliances, especially when they didn't have a lover on hand. Their hands wandered over each other, and his tail, which he wedged between their tits which pressed around his length.

Around the rocks the tides picked up, small waves crashing near them. They clenched and dripped along his shafts, into his maw, like him worked up into a mating frenzy.

For the moment he felt invigorated by the lust the sisters induced in him, but they also stirred up his aggression, his need to conquer and dominate, unaware it allowed them to better siphon his life force.

A roar sounded when he rose, twisted Sonata and Aria to all fours, still inside them as he mounted them. He pulled them by their ponytail and pigtails, intertwined his tail around Adagio, and pushed his snout up her cunt. “Yes,” she cried stacked on all fours atop her siblings, her plan working like intended.

Like all males he'd lost himself in the moment, unaware who held the real power! They mewled under his licks, gropes, and thrusts, the slap of wet flesh as tits and buttocks loudly slapped.

Faster and rougher he took them as they pushed him to his limits, reduced him to little more than a mindless animal lost in the moment. Growling, he drooled over their backs, yanked at their hair, raked claws over their skin, nipped at them, and left thin red marks but didn't quite break it.

They huffed under his muscular bulk, his weight pressed over their soft physiques.

He howled mid-hump, head cast back and started to unload, still pounding them. Spurts painted the insides of Aria's and Sonata's wombs, their sweet nectar pooling over his groin, as Adagio's did when his tongue traced circles around her moist pink cavity, special attention paid to her spongy g-spot which he attacked.

For a time, all of them were lost in a blissful haze.

“W-wow,” called Sonata as she felt her belly expand under his cum. Eggs she had yet to lay swam in a sea of spunk.

“Never been fertilized like this,” admitted Aria who also felt her flat, toned stomach round, her own eggs drowning.

“Mmm.” Adagio waved a webbed hand at Spike, and he obeyed her command, his knots popped loose from her sisters who oozed semen from their gaped holes. “Now, it's time you finished in me. Knock me up like those two,” she demanded.

He pounced on her, drove himself into her asshole and pussy without ceremony or mercy, driven by base need alone. Her holes stretched around him, sucked him in, buried under his weight as his wingspan spread. She bit her lower lip, face scorching crimson, head yanked back by her curls and his jaws lodged around the nape of her neck, breath hot on her.

His free claw slapped her asscheeks, made them quiver and her mewl, angry pink marks left on the succulent flesh. His hips pressed against her heart-shaped ass, felt her clamp around his swelled knots, turned her face to his snout and pressed his tongue down her throat. She melted into him, determined to ride out his rage and lust until he was totally spent.

Ahead of them her sisters sat side-by-side with their thighs spread, rubbing bellies that looked heavily impregnated while they fingered themselves with wet schlicks and rubbed their thumbs around their clits.

Sonata had even lifted one of her pendulous tits to her lips and suckled happily on it, Aria left to snarl in envy, unable to do the same with her much smaller bust.

During their furious masturbation session, spatters of their cunt nectar staining their inner thighs and the rocks before them, Spike pounded his lover with all the force he thought she could safely take. “Split me in half,” she wheezed and his claw wrapped around her throat, chewing on her lips while his hot tongue easily dominated her own.

She was close, eyes rolling into her head, milking his shafts on instinct. His tip pushed past her cervix, inside her womb to seed the eggs that hadn't been laid directly. He throbbed and blasted them, filled her bowels and uterus in waves of his heated release. She whined and sprayed on him, felt her stomach bloat too, until she too looked as heavily impregnated as her sisters.

He pulled free of her, the gaped pink of her fuckholes oozing white cream that tethered the moist walls, his howls still sounding as he continued to empty his balls over her.

Splatters rained across her curls, back, and buttocks, and he rolled her over, marking her face, tongue, tits, stomach, and thighs in more of his release, until he'd soaked his latest mate head-to-toe.

Tits hung as Aria and Sonata crawled over on all fours, greedily bathed themselves in the leftovers as he loose more of a barrage than he thought physically possible. They too were sluiced in a thin layer of masculine glaze, the three of them having their heads swim under the scent of his addictive musk.

Soon the sisters were wrestling again, rolling about in his seed, kissing and trading his viscous cum between them, unable to help themselves as they indulged on the addictive substance.

“I could bathe in an ocean of this stuff,” admitted Aria who licked up the sticky strands between her webbed fingers.

Sonata chimed in, “I could drink an ocean of it!” She raised her hands and shook bulbous tits swathed in his runny spunk. Droplets of his cream beaded her wide, erect nipples, while another ran down her navel like a teardrop.

“I suppose we'll have to settle for swimming in it,” said Adagio who massaged her own well-rounded stomach. She scooped up the semen that stuck to her lashes, watched their lust and aggression addled prey collapse, exhausted. A dragon's seed bound his mates to him, but she assured herself she wouldn't be won over so easily. “It's time, girls.”

They nodded, and the sirens began to sing. Energy flowed from his open maw, into their mouths in wisps. They didn't want to kill him, not like the sailors and pirates they crossed who usually bored them after a single session. At least they all died happily!

No, they were certain he could keep them entertained for decades, at least, perhaps for centuries as they fed on their toy!

A blast sounded. There was a clink as the harpoon struck the stone, the sirens hissing as they barely leaped out of the way in time and dived into the waves. “Damn it,” snarled Aria as his seed was washed away. “I wanted to finish our meal!”

In the distance a pirate ship pulled ever closer, the massive craft powered by machinery embedded into its hull.

At the front was a nude statue of a mermaid, and a flag adorned by a bird skull and crossbones fluttered in the winds. Cannons adorned its side, the crew that were visible armed with cutlasses, flintlocks, and rifles all trained on the sirens.

“Damn, I missed!” The lithe, toned woman was clad in little more than a bikini that barely hid her perky nipples, withdrawing the harpoon she launched from a mounted machine by turning a lever.

Wild, orange-blonde spiky hair trailed after the cocky pirate who leaned a hand on a slim hip. A tattoo of bird wings adorned her slender back.

“Why not take them alive, Lightning Dust? I bet these sirens would net us a fortune,” answered a similar limber woman. Her mane was a wild rainbow of colors, messy and untamed, which matched her similar demeanor. Her back was also adorned by bird wings inked into her smooth skin. “They're just lucky we're not guy pirates, or we might have a go at them!” She chuckled.

“We don't do stuff like that anymore Rainbow Dash,” reminded the captain who marched forward, her button-up coat fluttering behind her. A false leg smacked on the deck, and she unsheathed her cutlass, which she brandished towards the sirens. “The name's Captain Calaeno. Maybe you've heard of me? Used to be the world's most notorious air pirate?”

Adagio sneered back but dared not move. She and her sisters bobbed on the surface, half-exposed, their breasts gleaming under the sunlight due to the droplets of water that beaded them all over. “What do you want with us?”

“You tried to hurt my friend!” The familiar voice came from Beatrix, who waved at Spike. “Hey, are you okay? I would've been doomed for sure, but after I was washed away they happened to scoop me up and took me in to help find you!”

“The Dragon Lord's an old pal,” explained Calaeno. “Without him, we might've rotted in a Gunsmoke jail for years.”

“I did,” muttered Lightning Dust who pursed her lips. “Two years of my life I'll never get back.”

“You got off easy,” snapped back Calaeno. “But never mind that.” She nodded to her crew, Gilda and Scootaloo included, who activated the ship's nets. The sirens shrieked, scooped up like common fish from the ocean and left to thrash in their binds. “Don't worry, we don't plan to hurt you. But don't forget your our prisoners now, and I could gut you like a fish!”

An aura wrapped around a half-conscious Spike who was lifted aboard and set onto the deck by Beatrix. She hovered near him, stroked his scales, concern written on her features.

Pretty soon the ship set off, the sirens confined in cages like they were animals in a zoo. Spike watched the sisters snap and snarl in their prisons, uncertain how to feel about them.

“You're okay,” he wheezed, his muscles slack. “I thought you'd-”

“Hey, I've survive worse. But thanks for caring!” She kissed his temple. “Looks like you had some 'fun' with them while I was away. Time to introduce you!” She pointed to each of the crew and rattled off their names. He'd heard a little about them, most of the pirates released early after a war on Gunsmoke and now turned treasure hunters. “Any questions?”

“Lots,” he admitted and rose to his haunches. Waves crashed at the ship's sides while he trailed ahead to the island where they were supposed to meet, before the sirens had somehow called down a terrible storm.

Could they still work such magic trapped here? What would happen to them? He couldn't help but feel a pang of pity whenever he met their melancholy eyes.

Nor could he have anticipated what happened next. Calaeno was at the wheel, shouted orders, and there was a rattle of metal below as the pirate ship started to shift. Gradually the structure rose, buffeted by huge, multiple propellers below.

It converted back into an airship, a technical marvel that must have cost an obscene fortune, closer to an aerial fortress.

“Awesome, huh?” Rainbow Dash bent over the rail to stare down the side, also dressed in no more than a scant bikini. The drake's eyes were pinned to her slender but shapely rump, barely contained by the black thong wedged in her asscheeks.

“You can look but not touch,” whispered Beatrix into his fin-ear. “She's part of the Dragon Lord's harem, I'm afraid! So is Scootaloo. Everyone else here should be fair game though, if you can win them over. Want me to be your wingman?”

He sucked on his lower lip. “Sure, why not? Truth is, I...kind of like those sirens. I know I shouldn't, but-”

“I hear you. Always tended to veer towards the bad boys and girls myself.” She pressed to his side. “Not sure what they plan to do with them. I think by legal definitions they're closer to animals than people, so they don't have many rights. That might work in their favor, though. I mean, from what Rainbow Dash told me they've killed quite a number of people!”

“What if I took them in? They could feed off me and everything will be okay,” he offered.

She shrugged. “Not really my call. You'd have to ask Calaeno, but she's a bit scary. Best to try and make friends with the rest of the crew first, win their trust and try to fit in. I can always help you schmooze!”

She led him below deck, all the way to casks of alcohol and spun the tap to pour him a drink in a large goblet. “How about a little cider to take the edge off?”

Gratefully he took the goblet and gulped it down, his vigor slow to return. His muscles still ached, his movements sluggish, body heavier than normal. The sway of the ship didn't help.

He'd almost forgotten why he'd came. He was given one of the guest rooms to sleep in once he was ready, warned that since the storm had knocked them off course it would be a few hours.

Until then he was free to go almost anywhere he wished, since Beatrix had vouched for him, not to mention the Dragon Lord himself!

Once he resurfaced back on the deck, the sun had started to dip below the horizon. A multitude of rich colors painted the skies. The crew had formed their own close-knit family here, a reminder that despite it all, he was still an outsider.

Maybe he could never return to his world, despite Beatrix's assurances she would try. If so, it was all the more reason to build his own treasure trove. Starlight hadn't officially accepted his offer yet, so he set his sights on those who weren't taken here.