A Few Minutes Earlier...

In the city of Canterlot, the capital of Equestria and home to the diarchs of the Kingdom, everypony was going about their lives rather normally. Granted Canterlot is a much more active and busy location in comparison to the modest town of Ponyville, so it is not as quiet and peaceful. Nonetheless, at the top of the castle section of Canterlot, Princess Celestia gazed down upon her kingdom with a mixture of happy contentment and loving care.

The ruling princess of Equestria and great aspect of the blazing sun was sitting on her room's outdoor balcony, sipping her late morning tea and reading the Canterlot Chronicle newspaper, going about a rather pleasant morning after raising the sun. Princess Celestia possessed a body that most mares could only dream themselves of having, as well as possibly being the tallest pony in all of Equestria. Celestia had a height of about 9’’ feet, a pure marble white fur that was completely unblemished, magenta eyes, flowing rainbow-like hair and a curvy, luscious body that would make colts and mares alike turn their heads in lust. She is a bit plump around the belly area but it was hardly noticeable and this doesn’t make her unappealing by any means. If anything, it makes her even more desirable. The rest of her, however, was built like an amazon. It is rumored, and often believed, that Celestia possessed the largest breasts any mare could have in Equestria and had hips ready to breed a whole brood but to her dismay, Celestia had no such children.

Regardless, Celestia was a shining pillar of matrimony and none could really deny that. Her beauty and figure was only made more apparent in the attire she chose to wear for the morning. Her current attire looked like a mix of a purple, gold-trimmed lingerie and a dress, covered all the important places but left enough exposed to leave little to imagination as it exposed her cutie mark and left a massive window to her cleavage. Most didn’t know but Celestia did enjoy flaunting her body every now and then, finding the flustered and stuttering of her subjects both amusing and adorable. She remembers a couple times when she wore this outfit to a meeting and nobles, both male and female, usually excused themselves for "bathroom breaks" and they would come back a bit later sweating and breathing heavily.

Though, there is another reason. Very few know this but Solar Alicorns like herself and her sister gain their power from absorbing natural light but to do so, they have to… expose themselves a little. The less they wear the more their body absorbs the energy.

Celestia continued on in reading some of the latest news and gossip in the newspaper but nothing really interesting of note caught her attention. Her gaze then drifted to her room’s nightstand that was covered with photographs involving some of her most precious ponies. Twilight and her friends from Ponyville. Her former star student had done her proud throughout the years since becoming her student, growing from an antisocial bookworm to the Princess of Friendship. Part of her knew that she had to thank her adorable little firestarter, Spike, for aiding Twilight in that regard. Celestia couldn’t help but smile in a warm and motherly manner when gazing at the section of the stand that had photographs that had nothing but her and Spike happily together when he was little.

Ever since Spike was hatched during Twilight’s first exam into her school, Celestia found him absolutely adorable and almost immediately felt a familial, loving bond with the baby dragon. It was as if both her heart and mind accepted that this young dragon was meant to be her child. As such, they are mother and son in all but blood but that meant little to Celestia and even though she allowed Spike to be raised by Twilight and her family, Celestia made absolutely sure she and Spike would spend time together as family. As far as Celestia knew, they never really had any hurdles in their relationship.

“Hmm, I wonder how Spike and the others are doing in Ponyville this fine morning?” Celestia asked herself then taking a sip of her morning tea. “Been a while since we spent time together.”

Celestia’s thoughts were then interrupted by a magical flash that happened in front of her, revealing a letter. From the manner of which it appeared and how it’s seal was similar to Twilight’s cutie mark, the solar princess understood that it wasn’t sent through Spike.

“Huh, it’s rare for Twilight to send me a letter directly rather than through Spike.” Celestia couldn’t help but have a bad feeling nagging at the very edge of her thoughts yet tried to shake it off. “Couldn’t be that something is wrong, Spike must either be overworked or just unavailable to send this message. Twilight can overwork my little firestarter sometimes.”

Celestia opened the letter with a nervous smile yet maintained her calm. However, upon reading the letter’s contents, her face slowly transitioned from being calm to utter shock and worry almost instantly. Most of all, her gracefully flowing hair began to shift violently before it’s rainbow colors turned fiery red and orange. Her eyes began to shine furiously, like two blazing suns, which caused both the letter and the newspaper to burn away in flames. Her soft, plump belly instantly hardened into a muscle gut. Celestia then leaped out of her seat, assumed a standing pose as a new light enveloped her body, turning her sexy dress/lingerie into an armored set of a bikini and robes. In almost an instant, Celestia turned from a gorgeous model into a wrathful war goddess.

With her armor on, her gaze turned towards the last location of her beloved son: Ponyville. Celestia spread her white wings and charged up her magic, a fiery colored magic outlining her body as her thoughts could only focus on what she planned to do to get an explanation from her former student. With her magic fully charged, Celestia launched herself in a blazing sonic boom, sending a burning shockwave throughout Canterlot, causing ponies to feel as if a heat wave just passed over them.

Celestia, now in a comet-like form and on the warpath, headed towards the little town of Ponyville...

Ponyville, Presently…

“WHERE'S MY BABY?!?!?” Celestia screamed at the top of her lungs towards the cowering pony mares in front of her. “WHERE IS SPIKE?!?”

Twilight attempted to stand her ground in front of her former, yet raging, teacher, yet found it very hard to not appear afraid as she continued to sweat and it wasn’t because the princess nearly assumed her Daybreaker alter-ego form. Her friends, having rarely, to almost never, seen Princess Celestia in such an enraged state, were either on their knees or attempting to hide behind each other.

“W-Well y-you see princess,” Twilight attempted to explain the situation but her stuttering made it look not exactly assuring. “T-The last time any of us s-saw Spike was yesterday.”

Princess Celestia’s shining, burning eyes returned to her usual magenta eyes but her gaze remained furious and fear-inducing “And?”

“A-And after we all went to sleep and woke up this morning, he w-wasn’t in his room and we searched all over the castle but could not find him.” Twilight continued on but she remained terrified. “I then grabbed all of my friends to help look for Spike all over Ponyville but… they couldn’t find him.”

Celestia’s gaze started to shift from fury to worry and sadness.

“We then started asking all of our other friends from the School as far as the Crystal Empire but no sign of him was found.” Twilight continued on, her fear dissipating a little after Celestia started to calm down a little bit. “And since you can send messages to Spike directly, we thought you would be able to send him a letter and possibly find his location.”

Twilight, once finished with her story of the morning’s events, could only smile sheepishly as Celestia just continued to stare at her. The Solar Princess tried to process what Twilight had told her. Her beloved little dragon had disappeared and yet, despite Twilight and her friends’ efforts, they could not find him. She kept repeating this in her mind over and over again yet couldn’t fathom that her son was gone. Tears began to fill her eyes, the visage of a furious war goddess turning into a worried mother desperate to know where her child had gone.

Fighting back the need to just have an outburst of crying, Celestia took several deep breaths before focusing on her former student again.

“Twilight… let's head inside your castle and discuss this.” Celestia spoke but Twilight and the others could tell that there was a struggle in her voice.

“Umm… but princess shouldn’t we renew our search for Spike?” Twilight asked nervously.

“NOW!!!” Celestia screamed almost hysterically, causing Twilight and her friends to jump in fright and race back into the castle.

As Celestia entered her former student’s castle, she made a silent vow to find her son, wherever he is and bring him home. And to make those who may be responsible for his disappearance to pay dearly.

Two of the mares couldn’t help but think about what Celestia said when she first arrived. Rainbow Dash was the one who decided to broach on the subject.

“Did the princess just call Spike her “baby””? Rainbow Dash quietly asked her friends. “What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know Rainbow.” Rarity replied, she herself curious as to why Celestia said that. “Twilight…”

“Heh heh heh…” Twilight nervously spoke while the other mares avoided their gazes. “I’ll explain later.”

Twilight knew she would have to break the little secret Spike had been keeping from Rainbow and Rarity, just not like this. She hopes Spike will forgive her once they find him.

Meanwhile back in Zenthia…

“Y-You want me to do what!?” Spike questioned his captors.

The fight between Spike and the Queen’s guards died down after Queen Samira broke it off after telling Spike the purpose of him being in Zenthia. He was still surrounded by the guards, with Captain Shunkara right behind him, just in case he tried anything again.

“We want you to help repopulate our kingdom.” Queen Samira spoke as if it was just casual.

“Well...why me? Couldn’t you have your own males do that for you?” Spike asked, wondering why they would want him over their own kind.

The jackals in the hall all have side-ways glances or a sad downward gaze. The silence in the throne room became intolerable.

“What?” Spike said, breaking the silence.

Countess Sera took a deep breath and finally spoke. “Unfortunately, we can’t. Our males are all but gone.”

Spike could just stare for a minute and began to process it all. Now he understood why he only saw female zenthain jackals.

“Seriously? They are all gone?” Was all Spike could say.

Samira sighed, “Yes, I’m afraid so. You see, many years ago, a strange malady struck our people, mostly our males. It wasn’t noticeable at first but as each year passed, there has been less and less males being born until there were none left.”

“We have tried many things,” Sera explained, “From magical cloning to alchemic fertility potions but they were only temporary salutations at best, complete and utter failures at worst.”

Spike was both a little shocked and saddened at the zenthians’ plight, “I’m sorry to hear that, I really am, but I still don’t understand why you want me of all creatures to repopulate your people?”

“You see Spike, we have searched and investigated a great many candidates for this role that you have been chosen for.” Sera answered. “Many of them were fertile but hardly character worthy or it was the other way around.”

“So then… after searching all over the world, you end up choosing me?” Spike asked, remaining, highly skeptical.

“There were a few candidates but you were without a doubt the best candidate.” Samira answered. “You are young, virile, kind, raised well and after seeing the little demonstration we experienced earlier, strong-willed and compassionate. You could have easily killed my guards but chose not to. In my mind, you are the best one for this role.”

Spike couldn’t help but blush. “Well uh… Thank you. That’s… very high praise. But in my experience, are you not a little concerned about the people’s next generation being…” Spike struggled finding the right world.

“Half-blood or hybrids?” Samira found the words for him.

“Yeah, those.” Spike couldn’t help but give a nervous smile.

Samira gave a reassuring smile. “You have been interacting with the nobles of Pony-kind too much. Do not worry Spike, such views are not held here and we have something in place for just such an occurrence.”

Spike couldn’t help but blink twice when told that. “Really? How?”

“In due time, that will be explained.” Samira replied. “But right now, you are our civilization’s and species' last hope for a new generation.”

“Great, no pressure.” Spike said to himself quietly. “But do I even get the chance to have a say in this?”

Queen Samira gave a serious look, a look that wanted her to say that he didn’t get a say. She nonetheless took a deep breath. “You may reject our plea for help and leave our kingdom but as I said, you are peoples’ last hope for the next generation.”

Samira was playing into Spike’s guilt, as much as she disliked the taste of it, but she was desperate to find a solution to save her people and this young dragon was her only hope. Thus, she will use whatever tactic she has to get him to stay. A new tactic came to mind, a devious and cunning one.

“Although… You are currently in a kingdom that most of the world no longer believes exists, so we don’t get many visiting travelers or even outside merchants. So getting the transportation needed would be very difficult.” Samira said in a tone that was rather smug, one that knew she was right.

Spike frowned at this and while he sympathized with their problem, he couldn’t deny that she was right. In an isolated kingdom, where he knew nobody and after rejecting their plea, the people would most likely be hostile. They wouldn’t help him. Further, without an exact idea on where he is, he couldn’t send a letter to Celestia or Twilight and ask for help.

“Besides, if you left by yourself, we live in a vast desert, over a hundred miles of sand in every direction, making survival out there very unlikely.” Samira continued, her smug smile remained.

“Alright! You’ve made your point.” Spike shouted, annoyed. His shout however, caused some of the guards to grab their weapons at ready.

“You will not speak to her majesty in such a tone.” Captain Shunkara threatened behind him. The captain of the royal guard looked ready to arm herself once again for another standoff.

“It’s alright captain.” Queen Samira assured her lead guard. “So Spike, do you understand the circumstances and agree to aid us?”

“I uh…” Spike tried to think of a way around this situation but Queen Samira was right, he had no way of leaving Zenthia without help. Unless his friends find him, which who knows how long that would take, he doesn't have a whole lot of options. “If it’s alright your majesty but could I have some time to think this over?”

Queen Samira gave a look that contemplated his request, tapping her long nails on the arms of her throne.

“I see that this decision isn't easy, so you may take the time you need to decide.” Samira allowed. “However, I would like to have an answer by the end of the day.”

“Yes, of course.” Spike replied, still trying to figure a way out of this.

“Captain Shunkara!” Queen Samira shouted.

“Yes, your majesty?!” Captain Shunkara straightened herself, standing at the ready for her queen’s next command.

“Take our friend Spike to his chambers so he may decide in private and in peace.” Queen Samira ordered with a wave of her hand.

“Of course, your highness.” Shunkara bowed with reverence before turning to the young dragon. “Follow me.”

Spike obeyed and the captain with her three guards escorted him out of the throne room and back towards his chambers.

Now alone with her closest advisor, Samira couldn’t help but feel sure of herself.

“He will come around. He’ll see that this is the best option for himself.” Samira spoke with pure confidence in her tone.

“You didn’t exactly give him much choice.” Countess Sera spoke, discontent clear in her voice. “And using guilt to further convince him? That is pretty low, even for you Samira.”

“I know! I’m not exactly proud of using such a tactic but I couldn’t just let him refuse and leave.” Samira defended herself.

“I understand that we are desperate for a solution and we can’t afford to have Spike just leave but if we force or coerce him to stay, he may for sure end up resenting us.” Sera spoke, there was indeed wisdom and reason in her advice.

For all their arguments, debates and difference of opinions, Samira deeply valued Sera’s advice, more than any of her other advisors.

“(sigh) You have a point Sera but we still can’t just let him leave, not when he is our kind’s golden opportunity and last chance for a next generation.” Samira admitted.

Now it was Sera’s turn to sigh. “(sigh) You also have a point Samira. We can only hope that he willingly agrees to stay. Though if he asks to send a message to his friends…”

“I already have something put in place if he does wish to send a letter.” Samira responded. “Whether he tries to do so in secret or asks to do so, the letter will just end up back to him. Same thing would happen if the ponies tried to send him a letter.”

“...Clever.” Sera admitted. “A little devious but clever.”

“I know.” Samira smiled rather proudly but a thought crossed her mind. “Speaking of devious and clever, where is Princess Azizia? She should've been here when Spike was presented with our plea.”

“Last I heard, your niece was enjoying herself in the palace beauty spa, “freshening up” for the day and our guest.” Sera answered.

“UGH, I swear that girl…” Samira groaned openly. “I love her but she can be such a handful. More concerned about her spa treatment and social parties over her duties as princess! Sometimes I wonder where she even gets it?! Her parents weren’t this lazy.”

“I’m sure she just lost track of time…” Sera tried to reason, albeit rather weakly.

“Don’t defend her this time Sera!” Samira interrupted. “I’ll have to speak with her myself when I get the chance.”

Samira rose from her throne and made her way to the side door leading to the west wing of her palace.

“If you do catch Aziza before I do, let her know I demand to speak with her.” Samira spoke to her advisor before leaving the throne room.

“Of course.” Sera answered obediently but when Samira exited earshot. “I can only hope that Aziza doesn’t go all “rebellious” with this whole arrangement.”

Just as Sera left the throne room, another Zenthian Jackal came in, following after Queen Samira. “Your majesty, I have urgent news!” She said in a frantic tone.

Samira raised an eyebrow at this, “Speak.”

“We seem to have lost all contact with Sotek Village.” The jackal replied.

“What?!” Samira exclaimed with widened eyes. “How could this happen?!”

“We don’t know your majesty. All we do know is that merchants from there have stopped coming to the capital and any attempts at communication have all but failed.” The jackal explained, “We’re still trying to figure out why.”

Samira put a hand on her chin, “Hmm, couldn’t be a sandstorm. If it was, our mages would have sensed it. Couldn’t be those damnable Desert Dogs either. Sotek Village has one of our most fortified barracks, even they wouldn’t be stupid enough to attack it.”

“Do you think they’re isolating themselves, your majesty?” The jackal asked.

“I hope not.” Samira replied, “Send out a search party and find out what’s going on. Also, try to keep this a secret for now. The last thing we need is a panic in our hands if word gets out.”

“Yes your majesty.” The jackal said before she bows and takes her leave.

After the messenger left, Samira stood in silence and began to contemplate how this could happen. A village, one of her most fortified and defended, just ceased all contact with the capital? Something was very much wrong. Now she had another reason why Spike had to stay. If word gets out that a village went silent, it would spread panic and demand answers from her. Her people would grow uneasy and anxious, adding fuel to the fire on the possibility of a civil war. If sterilization didn’t guarantee her kingdom’s collapse and her kind’s extinction, then a war between her own people surely would. Whether she had to coerce Spike or not, the dragon has to help her and her people. He is their only hope now.

In another wing of the palace, a young adult zenthian jackal was walking through the great hallways, heading towards the throne room. She had servants hurriedly following her. In appearance, she had black hair with gold streaks in the style of a bob cut and amber-gold eyes. She had a figure that would rival some of the most attractive models. Though she didn’t have a bodacious body as Queen Samira, her figure was perfectly hourglassed and had perfectly shaped breasts that the straps of her… attire, which is akin to a golden bikini with a white skirt around her waist, emphasized as well as a slightly more plump rear than Samira’s. She wore an assortment of glittering jewelry on her ears and fingers but also had a small tiara on her head, likely something that reflects her status as a member of royalty. Like Samira, she too had yellow glyph-like markings across her body.

“Please princess, was it really necessary to have an additional massage, a steam session and a makeover?” The servant questioned rather nervously. “You are already very late for the meeting the queen has with the guest!”

The princess didn’t seem, or want, to respond. “The queen would be most upset with this…” Another servant spoke in fear.

“I am aware of how my aunt will feel!” Princess Aziza yelled at the servant maids behind her. “I just don’t see the importance of this “meeting” with some “special breeder””!

“But her majesty said that this plan could save the kingdom.” The third servant maid finally spoke.

Princess Aziza just rolled her eyes. “Of course, having a stranger knock-up our kingdom will change everything for the better.” Sarcasm dripped on her every word.

“My lady!” One of the maids gasped. “That’s not the kind a language a princess should use.”

“Hmph!” Aziza scoffed, unconcerned with what was “required” of a princess.

As Aziza headed towards the throne room, likely knowing full well she would receive a scolding from her aunt, she noticed a trio of guards heading away from the throne room and it looked like they were escorting someone. That was when she saw him, almost stopping dead in her tracks. Aziza could see his emerald green spikes, purple scales and noticed right away that this creature was a dragon. The moment she saw his face, her heart skipped a beat. Not only was he handsome but his eyes were the most beautiful she had ever seen. Like emerald gems glowing in the night sky. One of the maids could’ve sworn that she saw hearts forming in the princess’ eyes.

“Halt!” Aziza ordered the guards that were escorting the drake, which they did.

Shunkara raised an eyebrow and asked, “Princess Aziza, what is it?”

“Who is this dragon you are escorting?” The princess asked.

“This is Spike,” The captain answered, “He is the one who will… help us with our situation.”

"I see." Aziza said, "If I may, captain, could I have a moment with this drake?"

Unsure, Shunkara turns to one of her guards who just shrugs in response before turning back to Aziza, "I don't see why not…"

As soon as Shunkara said that, Aziza zipped past her and the guards and was up close and personal with Spike, much to the dragon's surprise and discomfort. Shunkara, the guards and the maid servants have never seen Aziza move so fast.

"Uh, hi…" Was all Spike said.

"Well how do you do, visitor," Aziza said in a flirty tone, "I am Aziza, Princess of Zenthia and niece to Queen Samira."

"Er, I'm Spike. Nice to meet you." Spike said with much nervousness in his voice but tried to give an honest smile. He also noticed that she was slightly taller than him. While Spike wasn’t as big as a stallion, he was bigger than most mares and this jackal girl was almost as tall as Big Macintosh.

"And she wasn't interested in the breeder whatsoever." One of the maids quietly snarked to another who just nodded her head in response. Aziza whipped her head around, staring venomously at the maids, causing them to freeze. Even Spike, Shunkara, and the guards were a little frightened by this.

Aziza cleared her throat “So you are the one who is supposed to help our kingdom?” she asked after composing herself.

“Well… I’m honestly not sure.” Spike answered truthfully. “I’m deciding if I should.”

“You're not sure if you want to help us?” Aziza asked, suspicious that this young dragon was selfish.

“No! It’s not that, it's just…” Spike tried to explain but this young princess’s piercing stare made it difficult. “This “role” your aunt wants me for leaves me rather nervous. I never really been asked to do something like this before.”

Aziza had to give him that. It’s not everyday someone is chosen to breed a whole new generation for a kingdom on the verge of collapse.

“I can understand that it’s not an easy decision.” Aziza said but then her gaze turned sultry. “I don’t suppose I can provide some... help in your decision?”

Spike was starting to sweat on how strong this princess was coming and it didn’t look like the guards were going to stop her, probably due to fear of upsetting their princess. She leaned forward, giving the dragon a full view of her cleavage.

Just as she was close enough to claim his lips, something suddenly grabbed Aziza by the ear and pulled her away from Spike, both of them turned to see that it was Countess Sera with a glare that would make a manticore go pale, “Princess Aziza, what do you think you are doing?!” She growled.

“C-Countess Sera, what a pleasant surprise!” Aziza chuckled nervously, “I was just on my way to Auntie’s throne room right n-OW!” She yelped as Sera pulled on her ear again.

“Save the excuses for your aunt, young lady.” Sera said sternly. Just like that, she pulled Aziza away from Spike as they both made their way to the throne room.

“Goodbye -OW- Spike! Hope to -OW- talk to you again! OW, STOP PULLING SO HARD!!!” Aziza yelled as she was dragged off by Sera. The princess’s handmaidens just shook their heads before deciding to head back to their quarters while the guards couldn't help but chuckle a little.

Spike could only wave his hand awkwardly. He has never before been flirted with in such an aggressive manner.

“Rare is the day Princess Aziza shows such an interest in something.” Captain Shunkara commented. “She just met you and she already likes you.”

“I noticed.” Spike said, still nervous even though Princess Aziza was gone. “Can I go back to my room now?”

“...Yes.” Shunkara answered. “This way.”

Captain Shunkara and the other guards led Spike back to his room yet as they were doing so, the captain couldn’t help but think about this young dragon. At first, she didn’t think much of him but after his moment of defiance in the throne room, she was actually impressed. She wouldn’t admit it but she was a little flustered when he out maneuvered her guards. His strong will and good heart only further impressed her, which isn’t exactly easy. She may have indeed found the perfect candidate to help her increase the ranks of the Palace Guard. Shunkara now just needs to convince the queen to let her.

Meanwhile, back near the throne room, Princess Aziza was still being dragged by Countess Sera, much to her protest.

“OW! Countess– OW! Will you let me go now!?” Aziza complained as Sera brought her before the throne room’s door.

“Not until we meet with your aunt.” Sera answered sternly. “You are already in trouble for not being present at Spike’s introduction.”

“I’m sorry!” Aziza said, though she wasn’t exactly and Sera knew it. “Had I known he was such a cutie, I would’ve sped up on freshening up.”

“Freshening up you say?” The voice Aziza recognized all too well was from her aunt. “So you weren’t just trying to avoid going to the presentation of our plea to Spike?” She asked but it was clearly sarcastic.

Aziza looked to her right and just as she thought, her aunt was there and she had a very angry look on her face. Aziza could only give a sheepish smile but it didn’t do anything to lessen her aunt’s anger. Instead, she directed the two into the throne room and dismissed the guards, wanting privacy.

“Auntie–"

“Don’t “auntie” me, young lady!” Samira shouted at her niece. “I had expected you to be present when Spike was offered our plea but instead of expecting better from my niece, you chose to spend the entire time at the spa!”

Aziza lowered her head in shame as her aunt berated her. “I’m sorry auntie, it’s just I didn’t see the importance of me being there.”

“You are the princess of the kingdom and my heir!” Samira shouted incredulously at her niece’s reasoning. “It would’ve further increased the urgency of our plea to him!”

The princess' face scrunched a bit as her aunt actually had a point yet her mentioning of the young dragon brought images of him back into her thoughts. As her aunt continued with her berating, Aziza continued to imagine Spike, causing her face to transition into a more blissful form. She thought of having romantic get-togethers with the young dragon, getting to know each other and ultimately getting into the throes of passion. That last thought caused a blush to appear on her face. She was so close to actually getting a kiss from him too!

“Aziza! Are you even listening!?” Samira yelled at her niece, who practically seemed on another world. “Why are you smiling like that?”

Aziza then snapped back into reality. “Huh? Oh, sorry auntie! I was just…” She tried to explain, not very well.

“I know that look you were giving.” Samira spoke, a slight smirk growing on her face. “You just met with Spike, haven't you?”

“...Yes.” Aziza admitted.

“She was speaking with him as he was being escorted back to his room.” Sera added. “It also looked like she wanted to do more than just talk.”

Aziza could only blush in utter embarrassment.

“Really now?” Samira’s amusement was impossible to hide. “So you have taken a liking to the young dragon?

“...Maybe a little.” Aziza continued to blush but looked away, unable to bear looking into her aunt’s eyes.

Samira could only make a broad smile at this knowledge. Her niece was heavily against her breeder idea from the start but after just meeting with the “candidate”, she was already and heavily head-over-heels over him. This made her plan all the more easy.

“So... does this mean you are now alright with this little plan?” Samira asked her niece.

Aziza still couldn’t look into her aunt’s eyes but she couldn’t hide her blush from her. “...I am.”

“Good.” Samira said as she walked towards her throne. She felt jubilant that things are coming together so well. She just needs Spike to fully accept their plea.

“Is it alright… If I can have the first night with him?” Aziza quietly asked but the question made her aunt stop dead in her tracks.

“What was that?” Samira darkingly asked her niece.

Sera, standing between the two, looked very nervous. She never expected that Aziza would make such a bold request and she well knew that Samira would never allow anyone else to have the first night with the young dragon.

“May I have the first night with Spike?” Aziza asked more confidently.

“Hehe, that’s quite bold of you Aziza.” Samira replied, maintaining a calm that unnerved Aziza and Sera. “Bold enough that I’m actually a little impressed.”

“So does that mean I get the first night with him?” Aziza asked, her hopes rising and her mood very eager.

“By Netuna, of course not!!” Samira shouted, her face defined annoyance. “I originally planned on being his first night here and I am not inclined to change that.”

“B-But auntie–”

“No buts!” Samira silenced her niece. “Consider this as punishment for skipping our presentation to Spike.”

Aziza could only flatten her ears in disappointment. Still, that doesn’t mean she won’t have another opportunity to spend time with the drake. Aziza could only imagine how romantic their unions will be.

Her thoughts of Spike were soon interrupted when a servant entered the throne room. “Pardon the intrusion, your majesty but a meeting of nobles has requested your presence.”

Samira was surprised by this. “I didn’t have a meeting planned with the nobles. Who organized this meeting?”

“Countess Neith, your majesty.” The servant answered.

“(sigh) Of course.” Samira spoke exasperated.

“Countess Neith is taking initiative. Again.” Sera spoke, she too sounded annoyed.

“Indeed.” Samira groaned. “Let’s go see what that blowhard and the nobles want this time. Come along Aziza.”

“Oh, uh… I don’t think I would be much help– OW.” Aziza said while trying to sneak away but was caught by the ears again, this time by her aunt.

“I don’t think so young lady!” Samira scolded her niece. “You may have missed the plea presentation but you are not missing this meeting.”

“But why do I have to go to this meeting? It’s just a gathering full of stuffy nobles and snobs.” Aziza complained like a child as Samira continued to hold her ear.

“Because princess, it is important to have these nobles on our side and we need their support.” Sera explained. “Especially during these times.”

“Countess Sera is correct and with Countess Neith, my latest critic, being at the center of this group, having my heir present will be important.” Samira continued.

“Oh alright.” Aziza groaned. She hated it when her aunt used her status as heir to the throne to get her to comply. In fact, she hated the role quite a bit.

The three then made their way through a doorway leading to a meeting hall the royalty used to discuss important decisions or events. Samira could only grimace at the expectation of having another heated debate with Countess Neith. Ever since Neith became a countess, she has become something of an upstart, gaining influence and prestige amongst the nobility. She only became more influential when the mysterious malady really started affecting their people. Countess Neith constantly questioned the methods on how they were going to correct this malady and her criticism only grew after each failed attempt. Samira thought that maybe with this new plan and having Spike in her “embrace” could she finally be silenced.

“I’m not looking forward to this.” Sera grumbled.

“Neither am I but we have to.” Samira said, agreeing with her old friend and advisor.

“Do we?” Aziza asked but received a glare from both Samira and Sera, “Shutting up…” She grumbled.

When the door opened, the trio could hear a number of voices in discussion. All of them, female. But as soon as Samira, Sera, and Aziza walked in, an awkward silence filled the room, the group of nobles staring at the new visitors.

“Queen Samira.” One of the nobles said as she rose from her seat.

In appearance, she had purple eyes and a figure nearly similar to Sera’s but with more pronounced breeding ready hips and a more sizable rear that jiggled every time she moved. For attire she was partially clothed, she wore a purple hood like ornament, a golden plated bra, and a long skirt that had the majority of her bountiful ass exposed quite a bit. Like Samira and Aziza, she too had glyph-like markings across her body but, unlike the royals, her’s were purple instead of yellow.

“Countess Neith.” Samira said, though beneath the courtesy, a mild form of hostility was within her tone. “I see you have gathered a meeting… without my consent or knowledge. Again!"

“Pardon the “lasp” in protocol, your majesty, but when the kingdom itself is in jeopardy, I feel such things are a waste of time.” Neith spoke but it was clear she was not exactly apologetic.

Samira wanted to retort to that but even she couldn’t deny that Countess Neith was right in some capacity.

“I admire your drive for initiative Countess, but there is such a thing as protocol and decorum.” Sera added, annoyment in her voice.

“Perhaps, Countess Sera, but from what I’ve heard from recent reports, I felt it was important to discuss it.” Neith responded, some of the surrounding nobles nodding their heads in agreement.

“Recent reports?” Samira asked with a raised eyebrow.

“We have heard that you have a new solution to our kingdom’s problem.” Neith responded. “And we want to know if this one will work. Unlike all the other previous solutions...”

Samira gave an annoyed scowl. “This plan will work Countess Neith.”

“Then you won’t mind telling us what this solution is?” Neith asked with a raised eyebrow. The nobles surrounding her all looked at their queen, expecting an answer.

Samira gazed at Sera beside her. She didn’t want to tell them, at least not so soon, but Sera merely nodded, knowing that she was cornered at this point.

“(sigh) After much investigation, I decided that we needed a potent donor to revitalize our people. As in, we need a chosen breeder to sire our next generation.” Samira spoke about her plan.

The noble ladies in the meeting room exchanged looks towards one another, some even had blushes on their faces but they did seem convinced. Countess Neith however, appeared to be in deep thought.
“And you found a worthy candidate, Your Majesty?” One noble lady spoke.

“That I have… and he is within our custody.” Samira spoke warily.

The noble ladies almost instantly exchanged looks, some appeared excited but Neith still appeared contemplating which unnerved Samira.

“He has agreed to help us then?” Another noble lady asked.

Sera and Aziza both gave Samira a worried look towards Samira. Knowing she couldn't lie to her nobles, much less with Neith, Samira had to tell the truth.

“...Not yet.” Samira admitted.

This made the nobles either grumble or give worried looks while Neith gave a disappointed glare.

“He hasn’t decided yet?” Neith angrily questioned. “Or is he refusing to aid us?”

“That’s not the case Countess Neith!” Sera spoke out. “He’s… contemplating his position since his appearance in our kingdom was rather… sudden.”

“Sudden?” A third noble lady spoke.

“Her Majesty had him brought from his home... against his wishes.” Sera answered somewhat reluctantly.

Sera expected an outburst from the group, especially from Neith, but instead was met with silence.

Aziza was a little shocked herself. Now she finally understood why Spike is a little hesitant of aiding them.

“Tell us then, your majesty, where exactly does this special breeder hail from?” Neith asked.

“Equestria…” Samira answered.

Neith raised an eyebrow, “Equestria? You mean to tell us you brought a pony as a breeder?” She asked with a hint of slight disgust in her voice.

“Not a pony, a dragon.” Samira responded.

“Huh!?!” All the noble ladies, Neith included, spoke in complete confusion.

“That’s right, our chosen breeder is a dragon.” Samira spoke, a bit of pride in her voice.

“But dragons don’t live in Equestria.” One noble lady spoke, still confused. “As far as everyone knows, ponies are too scared to even approach and learn about dragons. How can one be in Equestria?”

“Well… he grew up in Equestria.” Countess Sera began to explain. “From what we have been able to glean, Spike was hatched in Equestria and adopted by the ponies.”

“Awfully generous of them.” Countess Neith spoke, contempt littered in her voice.

“Indeed.” Samira concurred. “In any event, he has become something of a popular figure there and has many commendable qualities.”

“Aside from the ones already gifted to his kind.” Aziza finally spoke, rather absent mindfully, which caused all eyes to turn to her. This caused her to sheep away.

“...Yes.” Samira spoke. “We have all heard of the dragon’s legendary virility and such a thing is clearly a boon to us.”

The group of ladies all nodded their heads in agreement.

“So it’s an agreement that this young dragon is our chosen breeder?” Samira asked her group of nobles.

They all nodded again but Neith remained giving a serious look.

“Something on your mind Countess Neith?” Samira asked, warily.

“You haven’t said if he has agreed to our plea.” Neith spoke, almost threateningly.

The three women now looked a bit nervous.

“As we have mentioned, he is just gathering his thoughts on his new situation.” Sera spoke.

“And we will have his answer by the end of the day.” Samira added.

“And if he refuses?” Neith asked but the question caused all the other eyes of the nobles to lock eyes on their queen.

“...I will work my hardest to convince him should he think of refusing.” Samira spoke with determination and resolve.

“I hope so, your majesty but regardless... I do believe you were correct in bringing him here with or without his permission.” Neith stated but it had some reluctance in her words.

This caused Samira’s eyes to widen a bit.

“Really?” Samira asked. Neith had rarely, if not never, agreed with her before.

“Yes, really?” Sera asked too, wanting to be very sure she heard right.

“However,” Neith said as she suddenly had a thought, “What really concerns me is does this dragon have anyone back over in Equestria that might be looking for him?” She asked.

“...Probably a few ponies. Why?” Samira asked not liking where this was going.

“Because I heard of a dragon that lives in Equestria who knows some well known figures there, most noticeably a group of heroes called the bearers of harmony and the royal princesses themselves. I heard this dragon saved an entire kingdom as well as prevented a war between ponies and dragons. I also heard that this dragon is secretly the son of one of the princesses.” Neith answered and then asked, “Tell me Samira, is this dragon you took from them and the one that I have just mentioned the very same?

Samira was starting to get nervous but she had to give Neith credit, she had done her research.

“Say that he is Countess Neith.” Samira answered. “What then?”

Neith grew irritated with Samira answering her question with a question.

“Are you not concerned that such figures will come looking for him?” Neith asked angrily. “That we will be accused of kidnapping such an important individual?”

“If I can convince him to work with us willingly, then we wouldn’t have to worry about such an event happening.” Samira answered.

“Please enlighten us on how?” Neith asked, growing more impatient.

“If he helps us on our own free will, he can blunt most of the accusations against us.” Samira answered, throwing all logic she has, as Neith still didn’t seem convinced. “True they might get angry with the initial “invitation”, but him staying here of his own free will, will discredit any such accusations of... “kidnapping”.”

“Do you think such nitpicking and logic will be enough to forestall the wrath of the alicorn princesses?” Neith asked but it was a valid question.

“My advisor, Countess Sera, has already spoken to me about such a thing possibly occurring.” Samira asked but the answer caused Neith’s gaze to shift towards said advisor.

Sera started to sweat a bit from Neith’s stare. For all her skills in diplomacy, politics and her own way with a blade, even she could be backed into a corner. Many have already criticized her being unable to curb their queen’s more rash tendencies.

“Regardless,” Samira spoke again, alleviating the tension directed towards her advisor. “If he is this well regarded and if he does stay here willingly, I’m certain he could put in a good word on our behalf.”

“That’s quite the gamble, your majesty.” Neith spoke.

“I am well aware of the risks, Countess Neith.” Samira spoke, her resolve showing itself again. “But as you have already said: our kingdom is in dire need and if Spike agrees to help us, then any retaliation from the ponies will be moot.”

“IF he agrees to help us.” Neith spoke in emphasis.

“...Yes and I plan on speaking with him immediately once this meeting is adjourned.” Samira responded back.

The noblewomen murmured to themselves as Neith remained silent and in thought. Samira knew that she needed Neith on her side for this plan to work. The queen would rather have her as a supporter for this plan rather than an outspoken critic.

Neith raised her head. “Very well, your majesty. If he agrees to aid us of his own free will then you have my support for this plan.”

“Thank you, Countess Neith.” Samira spoke with gratitude but on the inside she wanted to give a great big sigh of relief.

“However…” Neith spoke out once more which got Samira’s attention and partially ruined her relief. “I do remain concerned with the ponies’ response once they learn he is here.”

“Of course.” Samira answered.

“In addition, like many of these women here, I also request in becoming a consort to the dragon.” Neith added.

Samira was quite surprised by this but then again she shouldn’t be. Neith had always been at the forefront of any supposed remedy to the kingdom’s birth problems and quite the harsh critic when they failed.

“I respect your boldness Countess Neith and like the others, I will take those requests in mind.” Samira responded as politely as she could.

“Good and with that settled, all matters in this meeting have been addressed.” Neith spoke out to everyone present. “The meeting is now adjourned.”

As the noblewomen took a bow before their queen, they took their leave but not before Neith locked eyes with Samira one last time, determination latent in their gazes. Once Neith had left, Samira was alone with Sera and Aziza.

“Well…” Sera spoke, breaking the awkward silence. “That went better than I thought it would.”

“Indeed.” Samira concurred.

“I hope so, I practically wasn’t even there.” Aziza answered. She almost felt completely invisible during the entire time.

“Even so, Aziza, you being present was important.” Samira told her niece. “Regardless if you spoke or not.”

Aziza just grumbled at her supposed “importance” in being a princess.

“Nonetheless, Neith is right that this entire plan hinges on Spike being willing to help us.” Sera spoke of that one important little detail.

“Yes and as I said to the nobles, I am heading over to Spike’s room to speak with and convince him to aid us.” Samira replied. “If he agrees to aid us, I’ll let you know.”

Samira took her leave back through the meeting room doors and headed towards Spike’s chambers. Her determination to convince her kingdom’s last hope to aid her people grew with every step.

“Is there anything else of importance you neglected to mention at the meeting Samira?” Sera asked which caused her queen to stop dead in her tracks.

“What do you mean Sera?” Samira asked in return.

“I mean a frantic servant delivering a message to you.” Sera responded. “Don’t try to tell me it was nothing.”

“(sigh) Sometimes you are more perceptive than I understand.” Samira said, resigning, that she had to tell her of the recent development. “The message spoke that we lost all contact with Sotek Village.”

Both Sera and Aziza gasped at this knowledge.

“Is this true?!” Sera asked fearfully, not wanting it to be so. “Sotek Village is one of our kingdom’s most secure outer settlements.”

“That is precisely why I didn’t bring it up during the meeting.” Samira said. “If Neith and the other nobles learned of this, they would be in an uproar or panic.”

Sera, this time, understood her queen’s logic. If the nobles did learn of Sotek Village’s silence, they would think the worst is upon them. Therefore, until they have Spike’s full cooperation, it was best to keep this quiet.

“Well… you are not wrong on that.” Sera admitted. “So now we have another reason to convince Spike.”

“That we do.” Samira responded. “Now if you will excuse me, I have a meeting with our kingdom’s last hope.”

Samira then finally exited the meeting room, leaving Sera and Aziza alone.

“I hope she can convince Spike to help us.” Aziza spoke. Images of the dragon returned to her thoughts which ultimately caused more lewd thoughts to form.

“Quit thinking about Spike in the bed princess!” Sera shouted to the princess.

“...Sorry.” Aziza’s ears lowered in embarrassment. “I can’t help it.”

“I know but you will get your chance soon.” Sera responded but even she couldn’t deny that images of the dragon were forming within her own mind.

Meanwhile, In Spike’s Chambers

In his chambers provided by his royal host, Spike constantly paced around his luxury suit of a guest room. His entire thoughts were on his situation, what it meant for him and what were his options. Spike couldn’t deny that he was sympathetic with their situation. The zenthians are desperate to save their kingdom and species. If he were in the same position as Samira, he probably would do anything to save those he cared about. Further, he doubted that all of his friends would allow their friend to be used as a breeding stud. So it's likely that even if Samira did ask for his help without kidnapping him, his pony friends wouldn’t allow it. Heck, Twilight would’ve had a meltdown if such a request was made.

On the other hand, he was kidnapped from his very home and his friends are likely no doubt worried about him. He could only imagine how scared and worried Twilight and his mother are probably right now tearing Equestria apart in their efforts to find him. In addition, he had never been in such a position before. To breed an entire kingdom to save it from ruin and extinction. Suffice it to say, it’s a bachelor’s dream but not his. Most of all, Spike noted to himself that he isn’t as… “skilled” when it comes to pleasurable activities. He does know a thing or two thanks to a… certain someone but he wondered if he could actually be up to the task.

“Ugh… This is not going to be an easy decision.” Spike groaned as he walked out to his room’s balcony. He observed the outside and was given a beautiful view of the city.

The building’s architecture was something he had never seen before and saw lushful palm trees dotting around the city. Most of all, Spike saw a crystal clear river cutting through the city, reflecting the light of the sun. The sun got his attention. It was nearly sunset and he needed an answer for Samira very soon. He sighed again which caused him to look down into the city itself. Though about as bustling as Canterlot, he noticed that nearly every creature he saw was a female zenthian jackal, proving that this lack of males problem is true.

Spike didn’t want to reject their plea for help but he really wanted to let his friends know that he was alright. If nothing else, he had to convince Samira to let him write and send a note to his friends.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Samira my dear.” Spike instantly recognized the flirty tone in her voice. “May I come in?”

“Yes, you may.” Spike replied.

Samira opened the door and stepped in, “Enjoying the view Spike?” She asked as she closed the door behind her.

“Yes, it's a beautiful city.” Spike said honestly but he couldn’t help but blush once more at seeing the luscious figure of Samira.

“That it is. I’m very proud of our capital city.” Samira spoke, grateful that Spike appreciated the beauty of her people’s home. “It took many generations for the city to reach this point.”

That little bit caused Spike to look down in sadness, a pang hitting his gut. If he doesn’t help Samira and her people, they might not have a next generation at all.

“Listen, your majesty…” Spike politely addressed Samira.

“Please Spike, you don’t need to be so formal with me.” Samira told him. “You may just call me Samira when we are alone.”

“Right…” Spike said as he came back inside, "Listen Samira, I've been doing some thinking. While I'm still kinda on the fence about this whole thing, I'll help you but on one condition." He proclaimed.

Samira raised an eyebrow at this, "And that is?"

"I want you to let me send a letter to my friends in Ponyville so they would at least know that I'm ok." He said.

Samira was taken aback by this, albeit a little. She didn't expect the dragon to make this bold of a claim. Also, she was surprised by how concerned he was regarding his pony friends. It was admirable but Samira still couldn’t risk his pony friends finding them and taking Spike away. At the same time, she had to offer some leniency towards Spike, lest he be thinking that he is a prisoner. However, a thought did cross her mind that would end in her favor...

“(sigh) Alright… I will permit one letter to be sent.” Samira resigned.

“That’s great!” Spike exclaimed.

“However,” Samira interrupted, silencing Spike. “I must ask that you not mention me, my kingdom and my people or even your purpose here.”

Spike was a little shocked but found the terms acceptable. “I supposed that’s somewhat fair.”

“In addition,” Samira continued, worrying Spike. “The Palace has some… special wards that prevent unwanted messages from magically leaving or entering. Unless it’s authorized by me.”

Spike’s eyes widened at this. So Samira has the power to send his letter to his friends, thereby making a very strong string attached to allowing Spike’s letter to be sent.

“So… I can’t send the letter as I normally do?” He just wanted to be sure but he felt he already knew the answer.

“That is correct.” Samira answered. “I’m allowing you to send your letter Spike but due to the palace’s wards, it can only be sent by me. I can assure you, the letter will be sent to wherever you intend it to be.”

Spike thought about this very deeply. Samira is allowing him to send a letter to his friends, albeit with not too much in details, but he has no power as to how it's being sent. He wanted to reject this but this was his only chance of contacting his friends and letting them know he is alright.

“Oh boy… Well I don’t exactly like that last part but this is my only shot of letting my friends know that I am okay.” Spike responded with reluctance. “Do you have paper and a quill?

“That I do. The room has some spare paper, ink and a quill in the nightstand.” Samira answered, a little happy that her plan is working.

"Alrighty then." Spike said as he headed over to the nightstand to do just that. After bringing out a spare paper as well as the ink and quill, he starts writing the letter which says that he's alive and well while keeping out what Samira told him to keep out.

After he was done, he gave Samira the letter, "Here you go. How's this?" He asked.

After reviewing the letter, Samira was content with it. "Perfect. Where did you say you wish to send this?" She asked.

"Ponyville." He replied.

Samira nodded as she wrapped the letter up. All the glyphs on her body instantly glowed and the letter disappeared in a flash. "There, all done." She said with a smile.

"So…" Spike started nervously, "When do I… start?"

Samira chuckled as she approached him, "How about tomorrow night after dinner." She answered in a sultry tone. Spike didn't realize until now of how tall the jackal queen is as his head barely reaches her breasts. "I shall be the first you will mate with. The first to claim your seed." She finished with lust burning in her eyes.

Spike gulped at this, "W-Well ok then." He said in a jittery tone.

Meanwhile, in a massive sanctum within the capital…

Filled with glowing runes and attended with figures in robes, magic coursed through the chamber. At the center stood a zenthian jackal but unlike those that surrounded her, she didn’t wear a concealing robe but an elaborate dress of sorts that both hugged and exposed her luscious figure. Most of all, it exposed the many purple runes over her body. She also wore an assortment of jewelry that glowed with her runes as she used her magic with those around her. Finally, she possessed a large scepter, clearly signifying a position of high authority and power.

This group of magical practitioners seemed to be practicing on a certain spell but whatever it was, the center figure’s concentration would be interrupted by a large door opening, with a courier hurriedly delivering something. The messenger waited until the mistress spoke.

“Speak. What is important enough to interrupt a magic session?” The mistress addressed the messenger with impatience.

“Apologies Mistress Zahra but agents in the palace have reported a development.” The messenger delivered the news which instantly caught her attention

“From the Palace?” Zahra was a little surprised, not much came from her majesty’s abode these days. “What is this development?”

“Apparently, her majesty has a new plan put into action that will supposedly end this… time of uncertainty.” The messenger elaborated but she didn’t have too many details.

“A new plan?” Zahra spoke with skepticism. “After so many failed efforts, our queen now has a plan that she believes will work.”

“It would appear so mistress.”

“What is this plan of Queen Samira’s?” Zahra wanted to know exactly what her queen intended to do.

“Our agents couldn’t get too many details but it involves a dragon breeder.”

“A dragon… breeder?” Zahra heard what the messenger said. Those that surrounded them started to whisper. “A dragon’s virility and fertility is legendary… This could actually work.”

“The last bit of information they were able to gain was that this dragon has agreed to help our people.” The messenger said, delivering the last of the news.

“How generous and kind of him.” Zahra spoke with a devious smile and sultry tone in her voice before regaining composure. “Thank you for delivering this to me, you may go.”

The messenger gave a bow and took her leave, leaving the mistress alone with her acolytes.

“An opportunity has presented itself and her majesty has delivered it right to our doorstep.” Zahra couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly, her followers cheering along with her. “The time is almost upon us. The time for a new regime…

Meanwhile, in Equestria right outside of Ponyville…

At the very edge of the Everfree Forest, little animals were going about their usual ways in nature but a golden flash caused a magical scroll to pop out of nowhere, scaring the animals into fleeing.

On the outside of the scroll had a little message: “From: Spike.”

Samira wasn’t lying when she allowed Spike to write a letter to Ponyville but what she didn’t say or what Spike didn’t specify was that she would send the letter directly to his friends…

Wonderful...

Author's Note

Well this was quite the lengthy chapter wasn't it.