Spike in Pirate's Booty Call

After a couple hours of aimless wandering, Spike found he was too fatigued and retired to his cabin. By the time he woke up and climbed back onto the deck, stars lit the darkness, a pallid moon in the sky surrounded by black clouds that drifted across it.

He yawned wide and noted that most of the crew had retired, the ship apparently able to pilot itself. Technology so advanced it was practically magic? He'd heard there were a number of such marvels in Gunsmoke, most of them powered by steam.

He headed over to the suspended cages where the sirens rested. He noted their prisons were cruelly small, which left them cramped, able to do little more than turn and stare out the bars.

The guards with cutlasses, certain they couldn't escape, had long left, buckets nearby overflowing with salty water that was supposed to be thrown on them each hour.

“Hey there,” called Sonata who whistled. “Come to pay us a visit?”

“Something like that.” Cautiously he stalked forward on all fours, took in the sight of their wet, nude bodies, which shimmered under the moonlight and enhanced the shadows that crawled across them.

Giggles rose from Sonata, who turned on her knees and spun so that her backside face him. She wiggled her ass, pressed it against the bars, her pink holes presented to him.

From what Beatrix told him the cages were enchanted to render their singing useless. Was this an attempt to lure him in so he'd set them free? He couldn't deny he pitied them, wanted them, wondered if their eggs were successfully fertilized by his seed.

He licked his chops, unable to look away from the succulent meat before him. Without thinking he moved closer, rested his front claws atop the cage, mounting the siren as a low moan hissed between her clenched teeth. His cocks pushed in, spread her orifices apart, until his knots lodged themselves in her warm, wet, welcoming confines. Slowly, he started to skewer her.

Aria rested her head on an arm as she watched. “Damn, should have spoken up first.”

“Our time will come,” assured Adagio who rested on her back, the sight of them upside-down from her angle.

Luckily he could reach between the bars and grope her. Her buttocks bounced and her breasts swung under the impact each time he hammered her, his claws tracing over her tender flesh. He pinched her nipples, slipped in his tail, the spade presented below her mouth. She took it into her lips, suckled cheerily on it, her cheeks rosy as she tittered and batted her lashes.

“Mmm,” murmured Adagio who sunk fingers between her legs, soon wet by pussy nectar she licked clean.

Not to be left out, Aria invaded her own cunt and ass with her digits, toyed with a perky breast and erect nipple with her other hand, pretended that she was currently on the receiving end as the dragon nailed the youngest sister.

His mind dulled, lost in the moment, eyes turning a milky white as he surrendered to instinct. He flapped his wings, each hump making the cage rattle and swing slightly on its chain, suspended on one of the masts.

His hot testicles slapped the outside of her cunt, felt her tighten around him, her gills expanding and contracting in rhythm each time he punctured her.

He growled low, picked up his pace much as he dared, aware he couldn't afford to make too much noise. Fantasies about making the sisters his ran through his head. Treasures he could claim for his own, to breed whenever he pleased.

By now Sonata was gripping the bars, face straining, toes curling. She could barely suppress her moans, and her dam broke, washing over his crotch as she shook all over. She gripped him so tight he burst too, smoke pouring out his nostrils as he fired spray-after-spray into her clenching orifices. Her belly swelled up again, the same soaked eggs left adrift in his dense goo.

He yanked free of her holes, watched them quiver and spurt out his cum. They huffed in shared contentment.

“What have we here?” They snapped to attention at the voice. “Planning some treachery?” Lightning Dust sidled over in her bikini top and thong, pressed her cutlass under his snout. “Maybe the captain will break your wings and make you walk the plank...” She lowered the blade, pressed the cold flat of it over one of his wet cocks. “Or maybe I should chop these off?”

“No! I-I just wanted to pay them a visit,” he replied, his face burning.

“Yeah, sure.” She tapped Sonata's cage with her cutlass a couple times. “Couldn't keep your claws off them for one night, huh?” She crouched by Sonata's still presented holes, watched the spunk slid out, inhaled the masculine musk.

Immediately her head swam and her nostrils flared. Her cheeks turned pink and her loins burned, a wet patch forming on the crotch of her thong. “I think she likes it,” taunted Sonata who shook her ass in the face of the pirate.

“Your dirty cunt reeks like rotten fish,” snapped back Lightning Dust, unwilling to admit it actually smelled quite sweet.

“Foul-mouthed, huh? You remind me a bit of Aria Blaze,” she replied.

“Hey!” Aria glowered at them, frustration she hadn't been able to properly finish her masturbation session.

“If Sonata's the baby, Aria's like an angsty, edgy teen,” mused Adagio who continued to traced circles around her clit.

Spike gulped hard. “Please, don't tell anyone. I'll do whatever you want.”

“Anything, huh?” Lightning rose and smirk, facing the drake. She failed tot take Sonata into account, figuring she was just a helpless bimbo, only to hiss as her arms were seized through the cage and pulled behind her, the cutlass rattling. She wiggled, unable to break her iron grip. “What the hell?! You'd better unhand me immediately, you dumb whore, or I'll scream!”

Sonata tittered evilly. “Really? And toss away your pirate pride? Who's the pussy now?!”

“Ugh.” Lightning scrunched up her face, pushed back against the cage, the siren far stronger than a human.

“You can do whatever you want to her,” suggested Adagio who rose, she and Aria watching intently. “I mean, you've already taken it this far, Spike. Why not claim her? Isn't that how dragons are supposed to operate? To conquer and dominate?”

“Besides,” added Aria who laughed. “She obviously wants it, anyhow! Look how wet the little slut is!”

Groans arose from Lightning Dust, who rubbed her inner thighs together, slicked by her juices. Everyone's nipples were already perky under the cool air, but hers practically tore through her scant top. “Fine. It's true. Do what you want with me.”

Spike felt his loins stir anew but he shook his head. “I'm not about to take anyone by force.”

“I'm giving you permission, dumbass! What kind of invitation do you need?!” She lifted her legs up off the ground, the cage swinging, and launched a two-footed kick into his testicles. He hissed and his eyes went white, lost to momentary rage.

A claw snapped out, seized her top, and tore it off in one smooth stroke. Her small but shapely tits bounced free, and she sucked in a heavy breath, but he wasted no time and also tore away her thong, her pert rump and bare pussy exposed to the night air.

He seized her legs, lifted them up, and pressed his tips to her holes which he raised to his twin cocks. At the same time he started to press in, Sonata nibbled and kissed all over Lightning's ears and neck, licked her and whispered all the ways Spike was about to use her. The pirate relaxed her posture, submitted to him, felt herself spread impossibly wide as he buried his knots.

“Now this is a show,” said Aria who resumed her furious masturbation.

“Indeed. Put that wench in her place,” said Adagio who explored her own warm, wet holes.

Whatever frustration was left in Spike spilled out as he railed his newest lover. She mewled under his thrusts, unable to do more than simply take his cocks. She wrapped her legs around his muscular, scaled buttocks, content to take the ride of her life.

Sure, she'd had a few flings in her time, but they were always with women, most of the time Rainbow Dash before they fell out during the raids on Gunsmoke.

They had mended their relationship to an extent, but she couldn't help but smolder with bitterness at all that happened, how Dash had been rewarded while she was left to rot in a cell for two years.

He pounded her so hard it felt like he'd split her in half, yet there was no discomfort, due to the precum that lined his dicks and assured his mate's pleasure.

A self-loathing part of her almost wished her would fuck her to death. It was clear Rainbow Dash had far surpassed her, and no matter how hard she strove she would never be able to catch up with her old rival.

She'd experimented with a number of toys, but never felt a cock penetrate her, let-alone two at once. They practically rubbed against each other, separated only by a thin layer of flesh that squelched under the impact, forced her open and made her drip down the same dicks and testicles she'd threatened to slice off. She clamped around him, closed her eyes and whimpered.

Finally, she whined and splattered his crotch, trembled as tears dotted the corners of her closed eyes.

With a final hilt he allowed himself to cut loose too, pumped his cum up her asshole and directly into her womb as the tip smashed past her cervix.

Slippery walls were repeatedly painted, the pirate filled to the absolute brim under his excessive load, felt her stomach round out and pressed against his own soft underbelly. The overflow plopped on the deck and pooled.

Sanity returned to Spike as color returned to his eyes. “A-are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” she assured. “Pirates are...tougher than that...” She suddenly burst into tears, released by Sonata.

The drake cradled her to his chiseled chest. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-”

She shook her head. “It's not you. I'm a bad person. Always have been.” She clung to his chest, unable to hold back tears. “Couldn't match Rainbow Dash, can't win back the respect of the crew, can't do anything right!”

She trembled in his strong grasp, choked back sobs, wished more than anything she could take back every mistake and start afresh.

“It's okay,” promised Spike who stroked her wild mane. “I want you, if you'll have me.”

“M-me?” She met his eyes, almost shy.

“Yeah. But don't give me an answer yet. I want you to take time and think it over.” He lifted her up into his arms, snuggled her to his chest, looked between the sirens who watched him back. “Maybe I can find a way to free you all, too? But you'll have to swear not to hurt anymore people. You can always feed on me. I can take it,” he assured with a toothy grin.

“We could use some moisturizing,” reminded Adagio who half-lidded her eyes. “And it doesn't have to be water...”

“Your spunk is tastes pretty salty,” added Aria bluntly. “Rub it over us, will you?”

He approached their cages, thankful he was still partially erect, one cock pressed through the bars of Adagio's cage and the other through Aria's. They rubbed his shafts upon themselves, pressed his dicks between their mashed tits, glazed themselves in his semen which they smeared across their smooth flesh. Pretty soon they had wiped him clean and rubbed cum into their skin.

Satisfied they were taken care of, Spike carried his lover back to his cabin. Lightning Dust softly slumbered in his grasp. He kissed her forehead, told himself she was a pariah like him, that all she really wanted was to be respected and loved.

“You work fast,” came the voice of Beatrix behind him who leaned on the door frame. “I take it she told you her story?”

“Small parts of it.” Gently he placed the pirate down on a layer of blankets prepared for him.

“The Dragon Lord spoke on behalf of the air pirates and got their sentence reduced. If Lightning Dust had cooperated, she would've been out sooner. You see, the Dragon Lord's a real softy, and wants everyone to have a happy ending! I can relate.” She winked at him. “He also gave Captain Calaeno a portion of her riches to help rebuild this ship!”

“Wow. That's generous of him,” noted Spike.

“Well, they're useful allies to have around, so it worked out. Plus I'm pretty sure his first lover, Rarity, influenced him quite a bit! He's determined to make this world a better place for everyone he can. Rather idealistic, but it's something I can get behind. Anyhow, didn't intend to butt in. I'll chat with the crew some more, see if I can pull some strings here-and-there.”

Spike smiled at her. “You do that. I want to spend some time with her.”

He cuddled up to his lover, curled his tail about her and drew her close, thankful that so far it had all managed to work out. He drifted into a deep slumber, contented.