Chapters 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...
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.
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.
Spike in Pirate's Booty Call
A lamp suspended from the ceiling swayed in the shadowy cabin. Captain Calaeno paced about the room, a tattered map pinned to a table with a knife embedded in its center. “If Lightning Dust wishes to leave she has my blessing. But let the sirens loose? Are you insane? You know they called down that storm that almost killed Beatrix, right? Not to mention their other crimes!”
“I can change them,” assured Spike who'd finally worked up the courage to confront her directly.
“I certainly think it's possible,” added in Beatrix who stood beside the drake. “I figured out how they controlled the weather. Sure, they might have washed me away, but I seized these little trinkets from their secret cove!” With a bit of sleight-of-hand she revealed a bunch of amulets, each tuned to their respective owners. “Once I disabled them, they're practically helpless!”
“So that means their singing won't work either?” She nodded at the captain. “I see. They're still stronger and sturdier than average though, not to mention amoral. How do you know they won't kill you while you sleep, Spike?”
“I'll take that chance. Consider them my responsibility,” he announced and proudly puffed up his chest.
“Fine. Consider it a favor to the Dragon Lord.” She couldn't help but smile as Spike and Beatrix high-fived.
The pair were dismissed, and left to wander the airship like before. By now it had reverted, touched down on the ocean, and cast its anchor.
They had been told to explore the island at their pleasure, but not wander too far, warned predators lurked in the jungle.
A bridge connected the pirate ship to a sandy beach. The sands sparkled, decorated by the occasional seashell, hermit crabs, starfish, seaweed, and occasional bits of washed up debris. Gulls cried overhead, the sun high in clear blue skies.
“Hooray! Finally, we're here!” Rainbow Dash immediately tossed off all her clothes and broke into a run. She was closely followed by Scootaloo who laughed while she did the same, then Gilda who shrugged, until most of the pirate crew had stripped down and played in the sun. “Like the view, Spike? How about you, Beatrix? Don't rot away all day like the captain!”
“I'll be there,” promised Beatrix who smiled warmly at Spike and Lightning Dust. After a nod from Dust, the witch waved a hand and banished their clothes to leave them nude. “Lucky you, Spike, the sole male on the crew!” She nudged his ribs.
He nodded, tried not to leer too much despite all the bared flesh that jiggled as pirates ran about, wrestled, or threw themselves down to laze.
He wondered if the Dragon Lord had really sent Beatrix and him there to take a vacation? Maybe in the hopes he would be able to find lovers of his own?
He seized Dust and Beatrix by the waist with his tail, plopped them onto his back.
The pair tittered as they straddled him and he stalked down the bridge onto the beach. “Wait,” said Beatrix who looked over her shoulder at the cages that housed the sirens. “Promise to behave?”
They nodded as one, and she used her aura to undo the locks. The three freed sisters let themselves out, and Sonata cheered, before they dove over the side into the waters.
They could easily swim away. Adagio considered it, for a moment. Instead they decided to stick with Spike, satisfied by the drake and curious if he could satisfy their needs over time, like he promised. They splashed, swam, and played, thankful to finally be free. From where everyone stood the island appeared to be a paradise, the airship here to collect its abundant riches.
Spike couldn't help but shudder in subdued pleasure, felt the warmth of mounds and buttocks that rested on his muscular back. His riders watched the scenery pass as he clambered on all fours further in beneath the palm trees, where he stopped in the shade.
Beatrix's aura wrapped around a few coconuts, used a simple spell to split them open, and offered them.
Spike watched his lover drink from the shell. “Does it bother you if I seek out other lovers?”
Dust shrugged it off between sips. “I know what I was getting into when I accepted a dragon's offer. Plus, I'll just have to prove I'm cooler than him.” She slyly smirked. “Besides, Beatrix already told me I was far from your first.”
Beatrix laughed nervously. “Me and my big mouth! Starlight Glimmer hasn't made up her mind, though.”
“I'll win her over,” he assured himself.
With Lightning Dust and possibly the sirens at his side, renewed confidence surged through the drake, certain that over time his treasure trove would prove boundless.
He lazed under the palm tree, as his riders nestled on both sides of him, and watched the pirates play and drink themselves into a stupor over the hours.
Beatrix and Dust fanned him with heavy leaves, and the latter fed him small gems she took from the former's pouch. He crunched them down, licked her digits, listened to them laugh as they pressed their soft breasts on his scaly sides.
By this point Rainbow Dash had pulled out a large ball, bunted it to Scootaloo, who then passed it to Gilda. Pretty soon most of the crew that wasn't passed out joined in, the sirens included who waded in the shallow waters, the sphere passed between them.
In order to unearth the treasures on the island they would have to head deeper in, where untold dangers supposedly lurked.
Another reason he'd no doubt been called in, a dragon equipped to act as muscle where weapons failed. They didn't exactly want to raze the land with the airship, especially since there were rumors that natives lived there in small tribes.
What would they discover inside?
He remembered some markings on the map, unable to read much still despite Beatrix's attempts to teach him in their downtime, but he'd seen an ominous temple marked on one area...
