Spike and the Island

Following the subdued whimper, Spike and Beatrix arrived to see Ahuizotl pinned between spikes that had emerged from the walls. Despite that they had clearly pierced his hide, for some reason the guardian didn't bleed, not that it spared him from the pain. “A living god isn't supposed to bleed,” he explained. “But it's taking all my will to keep my body intact.”

“Hold on. We'll help,” said Beatrix who sidled closer.

“Careful now,” warned Spike. “Unlike him, you're not practically invincible!”

“I know. You worry too much,” she replied and carefully knelt beside the beast. “I promised to tell you lots of stories, and I'm not about to renege on that deal!” She laughed and removed another potion from her cape she uncorked.

Sucking in a breath, she trembled slightly, the liquid churning violently. The moment she poured a portion onto a spike it sizzled and was eaten away by the corrosive acid. Cautiously she applied more to the spikes, taking care not to splash him.

A short while later he was able to tear himself loose from the trap, his flesh still adorned in a number of holes. “You have my thanks,” he said and Beatrix breathed a sigh of relief, carefully corking back the half-used tube and putting it away.

“It was nothing, really. Just glad to see you're okay. Those are some nasty wounds,” she noted and looked them over.

“They'll heal. Unfortunately, I'll have to withdraw from the battle in order to do so. No doubt there are other traps up ahead. But so are Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.” He sniffed the air. “Take care, I'm certain you two can handle it from here.”

“You betcha,” answered Beatrix who patted his head. She then hopped onto Spike's back.

“I can smell them too,” said Spike whose nostrils flared. He decided not to share that was mostly due to the musk of recent sex, the pungent aroma of incredibly moist pussies that he inhaled to the point it made him a little woozy.

Refocusing on the task at hand, he hopped over the spikes and talked into the shadowy corridor. Again the witch reached into her cape, withdrew another potion, and tossed it. The glass shattered and the liquids sprouted into vines that surged ahead. They raced down the maze ahead, the sound of traps audible as they were rapidly set off by the intrusion.

He followed the scent of sex, trailed after one of the vines that wound down the labyrinth.

Deeper they ascended into the temple's heart, where the darkness was pierced by illumination. Beatrix's violet eyes widened as she whispered, “The Crystal Heart. That's a symbol of the Crystal Empire where I come from!”

She thought of her family, her father Shining Armor, half-sister Flurry Heart, and of Cadance who had passed away before she was born. But she was sure the Princess of Love would have openly accepted her, despite being Trixie's daughter.

“We have to get it back,” urged Beatrix who nudged his side with a bare foot.

“On it,” he assured her and rushed into the inner sanctum. Coins rattled as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon shot up, still cradled naked and shimmery. He bounded towards them, eyes white and razor teeth bared.

Silver Spoon squeaked. “H-how...?”

“Where are our useless guards?!” Diamond Tiara grabbed her friend's hand and broke into a desperate run. But despite all the treasures stored here, there was no hope to hid, as Spike leaped and landed in a clatter of treasure to block them.

“N-no!” Silver trembled so terribly her knees threatened to give out.

“We're not afraid,” boldly declared Tiara, aware the bravado was a lie. She stood protectively in front of her friend. “What do you plan to do, nasty dragon? Eat us? I always figured those traitors we exiled would turn cannibal!”

“You're the betrayer,” announced Zecora who strutted in, her face drawn in open contempt. She hefted her spear. “Stand aside, Spike! These two defilers must be properly punished after all the trouble they've caused!”

Beatrix slid down and answered, “What did you have in mind? Do you plan to kill them?”

“Yes. They must be executed. I fear their crimes are too great,” replied the witch doctor. “Now, step away!”

“No! I'm part of the coven too and I don't agree with this!” Beatrix spread her arms wide and stood her ground. She had sworn to try and retake the island bloodlessly, and didn't want to think about the tortures they would subject these girls to before they were finally executed. She could see the hatred and promise of violence reflected in the woman's eyes.

“You're an honorary member of the coven, at best. You have not sworn yourself to the sisterhood,” she reminded her.

“W-well...that's...” She didn't want to make enemies with her, but was prepared to open a portal and attempt to toss her in, if necessary. Yet the witch doctor appeared to sense her attentions, the spear tip pressed to her heart closer than she could follow.

Spike snarled, seized the spear, and tossed it aside with a clatter. “Stop it, both of you! It's true they deserve some form of punishment...” He rounded on Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, who couldn't help but shake before the predator.

Prey instincts kicked in as the drake towered over them, drooled and exhaled fumes. A reminder they could soon be lost in his stomach. They held each other, aware that with their tribe fallen they were surrounded by enemies on all sides.

“W-wait,” sputtered Tiara. “I'm responsible for all this! Silver Spoon just followed my orders! Please, let her go.”

“What? No!” Silver clung to her. “I'd rather die than let you sacrifice yourself for me!”

Spike growled at him and scratched at the floor. “What makes you two think you have a choice?”

“Please Spike...” Beatrix traced over his scales. “No bloodshed, okay?”

“I-I know...dragons like treasures, right?” Diamond Tiara laughed nervously and nodded at her treasury. “It's all yours!” He remained unmoved and she chuckled some more. “G-guess you could simply take it if you want, huh? W-well...” She carefully extended a finer forward, placed it on his muscular chest, and traced his chiseled pecs. “H-how about...us?”

His features softened, unable to deny a stir in his heated loins. “I don't want to force anyone-”

“You wouldn't have to. Dragons are supposed to collect vast harems as status symbols, right? Legends claim each female claimed makes a male stronger, more potent.” Tentatively she crushed her soft bust upon his chest, which radiated heat. “We're a little curious too. I've heard a drake can rut you like nothing else! Why don't you take us for a test drive...?”

Zecora shook her head. “I don't believe this! Don't let these she-demons tempt you!” She recovered her spear, only for Beatrix's aura to seize it and restrain her. They tugged the weapon between them, their narrowed eyes locked.

“Enough,” boomed Spike so loud they all paled in his presence. He suddenly seemed larger, more muscular than before, and his claws scooped up Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, their plush, bare bodies crushed against the fearsome drake. “I claim these two as my own...if neither of them have any objections?” Their faces burned as they shook their heads.

“...very well,” sighed Zecora who frowned. “Then prove it. Break them in before me and I'll accept your claim.”

“With pleasure,” practically purred Spike between his toothy grin. He was aided by Beatrix who wrapped the girls in her aura and flipped them over onto the altar, asses up with Silver Spoon stacked atop Diamond Tiara. She further used her magic to spread their cheeks and holes open, whereupon he placed his claws on the pair and started to mount them.

They whined as he speared their cunts, filled them with a heat unlike any they had ever felt as their spread walls were tickled all over by his fleshy ridges that kissed their spongy g-spots. His muscles hips and buttocks shifted as he started to move, slow at first as they adjusted to a size unlike any they'd ever taken, precum smeared across their pink walls as he poked their cervices.

“Looks like they're in heaven,” teased Beatrix who twinkled her nose.

He smirked back at her over his shoulder, and spurred on by the moans below him, picked up his pace. Thankfully by the time he punched into their wombs they were so pumped full of his chemicals they were ready to accept his entirety. Their tits swung and bounced as did their asses under the impact each time he humped them, his claws and tail left to explore their tender flesh.

His wings flexed to their full span, and he hissed in pleasure as they started to suckle his scaly fingers. His palms traced over them, squeezed and kneaded handfuls, felt their feminine lubricant drip over his tail as he used it to tease their clits.

“Oh, that's hot,” murmured Beatrix who was tempted to touch herself.

Before she could make such a decision a pair of claws seized her midsection from behind. She squeaked and was lifted up bu Ahuizotl, who licked the back of her neck. His tail wrapped around and tore the clothes from her plush physique.

He wasted no time and impaled her on his crotch. Her face burned and she squeaked some more, her lower holes driven open to accept him, his expansive tongue encircled around her tits and nipples as he started to bounce her on him.

At this point any pain he inflicted had become bliss, felt him nip and dig his nails into her, thankfully not so hard as to break the skin. While she happily surrendered to this treatment, Spike delivered similar to the girls he pounded beneath him.

“You want it inside,” he whispered hotly in her ear as he nibbled it. “I can tell.”

“Y-yes,” she confessed, burning all over as she watched the drake breed his latest prizes. Soon after she felt the first pump inside her, and she shook like a helpless doll as her eyes rolled into her head between cries. She absolutely soaked his groin, gripped his tail like it was another cock as it brushed over her swollen clit and between her squished together breasts.

A thunderous roar from Spike shook the area and caused coins to clatter as he delivered a final, balls deep thrust. His lovers rocked beneath him, skewered by his massive shafts which started to fire into them.

Their slippery insides were repeatedly blasted, their bellies swelled, and Tiara twisted a bit so she could share a kiss with Spoon once they came. They clamped around them, shook and squirted, finally so filled Spike was forced to withdraw. Still he continued to unloaded all over the pair, so invigorated by the cauldron he came harder than ever before.

“I'm satisfied,” announced Zecora who ripped off her clothes and maneuvered over to him. She closed her eyes and spread her arms, helped soaked in the hot shower of splooge that splashed over the trio. “Join us, Beatrix.”

Before the witch could answer, Zecora used a spell to yank her off the guardian over to them, where she helped catch the last cascades of Spike's sticky seed as it washed over their bare flesh and pooled under them.

“What a rush,” wheezed out Beatrix who sunk her naked bottom into the puddle of semen.

“Aww, we missed it!” Rainbow Dash flew in followed by a number of the tribe.

“There's still time,” replied Diamond Tiara sleepily and patted the pool. She and Silver then turned to lick each other clean.

“Hell yeah,” called Dash as she, Lightning Dust, Gabby, and Scootaloo stripped down and leaped in with a splash. They wrestled in the slimy mess that made their skin glisten, while Gabby leaned in she clean the drake off. He rested a claw atop her head as she sucked him off, his other cock stroked by her fist and her free hand massaging his heated balls.

The civil war between the tribes had reached its end. There was of course plenty more to be done, but it could wait. For now they were free to celebrate to their heart's content, Spike and Beatrix relieved another adventure had reached its end.