***A seedy Tavern located far outside of Equestria***

Sitting within a corner booth away from the other more suspicious characters, two hooded figures were deep in conversation. Their expressions were grim and serious.

“It has been over a week since we left Equestria and we haven’t found so much as a whiff of our dragon friend’s whereabouts” The more armored figure whispered in growing irritation. “Are you sure your contacts haven’t heard anything?”

“Unfortunately, not much.” The more lithe figure answered with a hint of sadness in her voice. “While my contacts were forthcoming and promised to inform me of any dragon that matched his description, anyone else I asked was less willing to answer my questions.”

“Not surprising to be honest.” The armored figure commented with a groan before taking a hard gulp of her drink. “Most are suspicious of ponies since we often are quick to judge, so I wouldn’t expect them to just answer our questions if we asked.”

“Didn’t have much luck on your end?” The lithe figure asked.

“About the same as you.” She replied. “The best I’ve got were rumors. One involving a band of dragons flying near Yak and griffon territory but we both know that Spike doesn’t often just hang out with dragons he doesn’t know about. The other involved a… “savior” within a kingdom off in the desert.”

“Savior?” Her partner asked, puzzled. “Desert kingdom?”

“I’ve heard stories about a desert kingdom while growing up but it's just a myth.” The armored one brushed off. “Besides, while our dragon may play the ‘hero’ in the Crystal Empire, I doubt this is our dragon. Especially in what this ‘savior’ is supposed to do.”

“Ah yeah! I remember those tales as a filly.” She recollected. “To be honest, I wanted to partake in adventure to see if that myth was true but the desert was too treacherous to go alone, even for me. But what was this savior supposed to do that you mentioned?”

“Essentially…” The armored one seemed reluctant to share, she almost looked flustered. “The people of the kingdom are suffering a male crisis. As in, they are practically out of them and this dragon was chosen to breed them a whole new generation to save their kingdom from ruin.”

“Oh wow…” A warm blush formed on her face. “And you are sure this isn’t the dragon we are looking for?”

“I don’t think so.” The armored one answered. “If it was any other dragon maybe I would believe this rumor.”

“Why is that?”

“Because during my time outside of Equestria, I’ve learned that dragons possess a very… strong drive when it comes to breeding and mating.” The armored one looked awkward when talking about this. “And since our dragon has been surrounded by mares his entire life and not once, I repeat not once, got in bed with any of them, I doubt he would be able to accomplish this so-called task.”

“Hmm…” The lithe one may have traveled outside of Equestria but like most ponies she didn’t know much about dragons. To hear this certainly piqued her interest. She always wanted to add more… risque element to her books but her publisher never allowed it.

“Even so, maybe we should look into this rumor.” She suggested which earned her a look of disbelief from her traveling partner.

“You're serious?”

“Well we don’t have any other-

“HEY!!!” A loud and brutish voice bellowed, quickly gaining their attention. “We don’t accept your kind here!”

At first, the two cloaked figures thought it was addressed to them but quickly noticed that it was coming from the entrance.

Both see a griffon, probably the bouncer of this joint, trying to turn away a large, armored figure. Keyword being “trying”. In appearance, the figure was covered head to hoof in black armor with gold trimmings with ram like horns protruding from the creature’s head. It had a muscular build and obviously had a male physique.

“Didn’t you hear me dumbass!” The bouncer yelled at the ram-like creature. The creature was three times the bouncer’s size, so the latter was either incredibly drunk, dumb as tartarus, or a little bit of both. “We don’t want you here! So you better piss off or I’ll-!” The griffon’s threats were cut short as the creature grabbed both of his arms and ripped them clean off his shoulders.

The now armless bouncer wailed in agony as he fell to the floor and started flailing around while blood gushed out from both sides of his torso.

Both of the cloaked figures were shocked to see what they just witnessed while the creature dropped the arms and just casually made his way to the bar table. After taking a seat at one of the stools, the creature then turned its attention to the bartender.

“Cherry grog if you please.” The creature said in a low, baritone voice.

The bartender, who is an ornithian owl, was obviously shaking with fright but still tried to put on a brave face, “I-I’m s-s-sorry sir but like what our bouncer just said we don’t serve your kind here…”

The creature then unsheathed a massive sword that hung from its waist and brought the sharp end down on the table.

The bartender gulped, “B-B-But we make exceptions. One cherry grog coming right up!”

The two figures watched the strange warrior with extreme wariness, unnerved at the callous brutality he just displayed. They hoped to avoid getting involved at all.

“I think it's time we make our exit.” The lithe figure suggested with a nervous tone in her whispered voice.

“Agreed.” The armored one replied with a nod. “Best not draw attention to ourselves.”

Both ponies got out of their booth and steadily headed towards the exit. Fortune was on their side for they managed to get past the tavern's new, violent, patron. However, both didn’t realize it, but the creature made a sideways glance towards the duo as they left, taking a large gulp of his cherry grog.

Outside in the cold damp night, both figures made some distance from the tavern before removing their hoods, revealing Tempest Shadow and Daring Do.

“WHO does something like that!?” Daring nearly shrieked. “Ripping off another person’s arms just because they wouldn’t let them inside? I get the service in these parts isn’t exactly desirable but seriously!? That was going way too far!”

“The farther we get from Equestria, the more likely you will find areas and folks that are less than welcoming.” Tempest reasoned. “In any case, it’s best we put that behind us and focus on our next move.”

“Okay, okay…” Daring gathered herself. Normally, she is not averse to violence, given all the adventures and foes she had dealt with in the past but had never experienced something so… bloody. “So, we are checking out this “desert kingdom” and see if this savior is the dragon we are looking for?”

“Apparently that is the plan now.” Tempest answered with some reluctance. “We’ve exhausted all our other sources and any other leads turned out to be dead ends, so this rumor is all we’ve got left. I’d rather we tell the others back in Ponyville we are following a rumor rather than simply tell them we couldn’t find him.”

“Yeah…” Daring actually shuddered a bit. “That is a letter I wouldn’t want to write. Nor do I want to be the one to experience the reply.”

“Exactly.” Tempest shook her head in agreement. “The princesses practically had a meltdown when Spike first disappeared. Who can say how they would react when we tell them that we’ve got squat.”

“Celestia would probably ban my book series…” Daring thought aloud with fear in her voice.

Tempest just looked at Daring.

“What?”

“Really Daring?” Tempest groaned. “More than likely Celestia will either banish us to the moon for an eternity, bury us under Canterlot Mountain or possibly send us to the sun itself! Your books are the least of our problems if we don’t find Spike.”

“(sigh) You're right...” Daring admitted. “Finding Spike is our priority, so let us find someone who can take us to the desert east from here.”

“Alright, let's hope this rumor pulls through.” Tempest spoke in agreement.

“If he is actually breeding this whole kingdom…” Daring started talking, albeit with some hesitation. “How are we going to tell those back in Ponyville?”

Tempest couldn’t help but turn slightly pale. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there…”

Back in Zenthia, within the capital palace, up on the royal balcony, Spike was relaxing on a nice lounge chair, enjoying the warm sun, and wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. It had been over a week since he started the task of breeding the next generation of Samira’s people. To say he was somewhat exhausted would be an understatement. He didn’t know how many ladies he bedded but it had to be well over a dozen or so. Spike was more surprised he had the stamina and energy to please so many ladies in such a short time. More so especially with Samira herself, who practically made him share her quarters with her. He had no idea one woman had such a strong libido and so much stamina.

His schedule for the past week more or less went like this; Wake up. Have a morning quickie with Samira. Eat breakfast. Breed over half a dozen ladies. Have a lunch break. Breed another half a dozen ladies. Have dinner. Have another quickie with Samira. Go to sleep. Repeat. In addition, often in between the breeding sessions, Spike also had to contend with Princess Aziza’s flirting and amorous advances with growing rapidity, but her aunt or Countess Sera was often there to block her attempts, much to the princess’s frustration.

Even so, Spike was actually starting to get used to this arrangement. As in, the more he bred these ladies, the longer he could last. Essentially, he was gaining experience. Still, there were some aspects of this “job” he probably wouldn’t get used to, such as the various and sometimes freaky kinks the ladies have. Some of which he would rather not do on a regular basis.

Samira also seemed to balance on who has the honor of breeding with the drake. On one day, the women would be nobles; On another, it would be merchants, peasants and commoners; And on another, it would be the palace staff which was mostly made up of maids and guards.

Perhaps the one aspect of his job was the anxiety on when the girls are confirmed to be pregnant. Him being a father, not to mention to so many, left Spike’s head feeling a little dizzy, if not overwhelmed. The rational side of him felt that he wasn’t ready to be a father, especially to one who will inherit this kingdom, but yet another part of him, one he couldn’t explain, felt a sense of pride for making such a brood. Twilight would probably slap him silly for having such feelings.

His thoughts would be interrupted when a certain voluptuous monarch came sauntering towards him…

“Hello there beloved~.”

Spike looked up and found shade in the form of Samira’s prodigious bust looming over him. He couldn’t help but blush again as she gazed at him with a warm smile and loving, lust-filled eyes. Not helping is that she was completely in her birthday suit. Even though Spike has gotten used to seeing the jackal queen naked by this point, he can’t help but feel a turn on whenever he sees Samira in her natural form.

“H-Hi Samira.” Spike welcomed the queen with a shy smile and blush on his face.

Samira’s smile only broadened a bit more before moving to the lounge chair’s side and decided to join Spike on it, snuggling up with the drake. Spike’s blush only intensified as the queen hummed and brought his head closer to her bosom.

“Y-You really seem to enjoy this don’t you?” Spike asked as his face made contact with the queen’s generous breasts.

“Most definitely.” Samira answered wholeheartedly but could tell from his tone, something was off. “Aren’t you beloved?”

“I-It’s still something to adjust to.” Spike admitted. “Never thought that something like this would happen to me.”

“Sharing a Queen’s bed, spending your days in luxury within a palace, breeding a large number of beautiful ladies who are eager to bear your young…” Samira practically listed his situation as she stroked his head spines with great affection. “Not an everyday scenario I’ll admit but is it really disheartening you?”

“Well…” Spike thought long and hard. “I admit it's kind of fun but there is some part of it that unnerves me.”

“Such as...?” Samira asked, wanting to know what is bothering her lover.

“...Some of the ladies I bedded had some… Freaky kinks, for starters.” Spike confessed.

“That… I will not deny.” Samira admitted. “Being so long without a proper mate or even a single male has left the ladies of my kingdom quite pent-up and developed some “odd” tastes.”

“Odd?!” Spike believed the queen was exaggerating. “One of those girls wanted me to tie her up and treat her like a sex object! Another wanted me to actually choke her during the whole thing!”

Samira could only cringe slightly as Spike ranted about some of the less pleasant breeding sessions, he had with some of her people. Granted, Samira liked to spice things up in the bedroom every now and then but there were some interests and fetishes that just didn’t make sense to her. The Queen did make sure that the ladies who had the most outlandish or outright incompatible fetish were not selected to breed with Spike, correctly anticipating that he wouldn’t be able to be “in the mood” for the session.

“Alright yes, some of the ladies that have been chosen do have some more extreme interests but I made sure that no lady with too extreme or as you said, “freaky”, was chosen.” Samira explained.

‘Too extreme?’ Spike thought to himself with a strong hint of fear. He should count his blessings that he hasn’t encountered such ladies.

He wouldn’t have much time to think about such things as a certain someone called out to him…

“SPIKEY!!! Are you out there?!” Princess Aziza shouted from the inside of the palace, causing both Spike and Samira to cringe a bit.

“Ugh, that girl…” Samira grumbled.

“And that’s the other thing I wanted to bring up. Aziza is really intent on getting into my pants.” Spike said, his face bespoke embarrassment.

“I am aware…” Samira practically growled.

Her niece’s increasing attempts to mate with Spike had truly begun to get on her nerves. Even though she promised Aziza would get her turn with Spike if her studies improved, Samira was beginning to have the desire to renege on the deal. The last thing she wanted was to watch her niece bed with her beloved. It was different in seeing other ladies get pleasured by her soon-to-be king, but this was her niece we are talking about. Granted, she was prepared in the event her niece ever did sleep with Spike, Samira was hoping it would never come to that. The queen knew all too well that her niece wasn’t ready to bear children. True, once Aziza learns of her aunt’s “plan” she will indeed be furious, but Samira was willing to bear it.

Spike could hear that Princess Aziza was getting closer…

“W-What do we do?!” Spike rapidly asked. “If she sees us like this, I don’t want to think of how jealous she’ll get!”

“Hush!” Samira silenced her lover by shoving his head into her bountiful cleavage all while weaving a brief spell that rendered him invisible. From a distance, it looked like it was just Samira in the lounge chair.

Spike could only stay silent as his face blushed like crazy as he remained trapped in Samira’s cleavage while she had a chat with her niece.

“Spikey? Is that you?” Aziza called out again as she entered out onto the balcony.

“No Aziza. It is just your aunt.” Samira answered with a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Oh.” Aziza could barely hide her disappointment, not at all bothered in seeing her aunt in the nude. She was practically used to it. “I was told that Spike was relaxing out here.”

“He was but he isn’t anymore.” Samira answered. “Were you thinking of possibly bedding the young drake while no one was around? Without my permission?”

Aziza could only give a sheepish look and tried to avoid her aunt’s piercing gaze. “No…”

“Aziza, don’t lie to me.” Samira sternly spoke which earned a gruff from her niece.

“(scoff) OKAY! So, what if I was looking for Spike and have a time of pure lovemaking with him?!” Aziza ranted but her eyes became dreamy when she talked about Spike though they returned to being annoyed. “YOU promised that I would get a chance with him if I got better with my schooling!”

Now it was Samira’s turn to avoid someone’s gaze. However, something began to distract her thoughts for a second… Spike’s breeding serpent had grown erect due to being trapped in Samira’s naked bosom and hearing Aziza’s desire to bed him. His cock began to tap at Samira’s exposed pussy. The feeling of Spike’s cock rubbing and tapping against her pussy caused a strong blush to appear on Samira’s face and it took a lot of her willpower to not smile and moan.

“L-Listen Aziza…” Samira’s voice quaked a bit, trying not to moan. “I know what I promised, and I admit your studies have improved somewhat.”

“Somewhat?” Aziza raised an eyebrow in annoyance, but her aunt was trying to ignore that along with… something else.

“There are… still some ladies waiting in line that I must take into consideration.” Samira tried to rationalize.

“More than taking your own niece into consideration?!” Aziza replied in growing anger.

Samira had reached the end of her rope at this point…

“Aziza!!” The queen practically roared which made the princess flinch a bit. “Listen to me! You will get your moment with Spike when the time is right! Right now, there are simply too many who made the request before you even had an interest in him!”

Aziza looked away in embarrassment as her ears lowered in shame. Her aunt was right after all. She wasn’t even interested, let alone happy, with her aunt’s plan regarding Spike but after meeting with the dragon himself, a strong desire had awakened within her. A longing to be with him and be bred by him.

“Now I know waiting is… hard.” Samira almost moaned that last bit. “But I must insist you be patient. Trust me when I say this… It will be worth the wait.”

Aziza grumbled a bit as she was reminded that her aunt claimed Spike’s first night, but she knew better than to argue with her aunt after a certain point. Especially when her side of the argument is no longer valid.

“Alright! I get it!” Aziza said in a huff. “It’s just everytime I see Spike and talk to him; a warm feeling fills my heart and creates this… Burning passion within me. Such a feeling is not making all this waiting easy.”

Aziza was quickly entering into dreamland again, much to her aunt’s annoyance. The queen was just about to order her niece to leave but with her extraordinary willpower, she maintained her composure for just a bit longer.

“...Yes, Aziza.” Samira almost groaned. “Spike is indeed a special dragon.”

Spike could feel that Samira was subtly rubbing her pussy against his dick as she said that he was “special”.

“Now my dear niece, is there anything else you need?” Samira asked but she tried to sound not so desperate. “Anything at all?”

“No…” Aziza sighed, oblivious to her aunt’s tone of voice. “You can continue with… whatever it is you were doing.”

Samira wanted to sigh openly and loudly but refrained from doing so. She just had to hold out for just a bit more…

“By the way, what were you doing out here?” Aziza asked which made her aunt’s heart stop for a moment.

“Uh… I was…” Samira’s mind raced for an answer, her pussy leaking like mad. She was aroused beyond belief now. “I… was just simply enjoying a nice sunbath. You know how much I enjoy basking in the midday sun.”

Aziza raised an eyebrow at her aunt’s rather awkward response, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary to see her aunt in the nude when alone, basking in the sunlight or just being nude. She got used to it over time as Aziza understood that her aunt was very confident with her body. One of the things the princess envied towards her.

“Alright then, I’ll leave you alone.” Aziza conceded in just letting the matter lie, taking her leave. “I still hope my time with Spike will come soon.”

“Again, be patient Aziza.” Samira reminded her niece, finally feeling a sense of relief in seeing her leave but almost forgot something. “Oh, and Aziza, please close the door when you leave.”

Aziza didn’t verbally respond but waived her arm, acknowledging her request. Just as Samira hoped, she heard the door close. As an added precaution, Samira used her magic to lock the door.

“UGH!!!! FINALLY!!!” Samira groaned loudly, finally undoing the invisibility spell over Spike and releasing him from her bosom.

“(Gasp) Oh, wow! That was clos-MMPH!!” Spike was about to speak but was once again silenced by Samira with a hot and wet kiss. All the while, actively grinding her pussy against his cock with reckless abandon.

The jackal queen made out with her dragon lover as if her life depended on it with her tongue entering Spike’s mouth and began to wrestle and swirl around with his tongue.

After a few minutes of the intense makeout session, Samira finally parted her lips from Spike’s, leaving a bridge of saliva between their mouths.

“Damn that girl!” She growled while catching her breath, “Making me all hot and bothered like that!”

“Well in her defense, she didn’t know what was really going on…” Spike pointed out which earned him a heated gaze from the queen, but he couldn’t tell if that meant she was angered or aroused.

“If she did my dear, she would’ve stopped us or Netuna forbid, joined us and I am NOT in a sharing mood right now.” Samira answered, continuing in rubbing her pussy against his cock.

“B-Before you get any ideas, may I ask you something?” Spike nervously asked, trying to regain some energy before Samira takes the helm again.

“What is it beloved?” Samira’s tone had shown that she was growing more impatient.

“Why are you against your niece being a part of this… task of mine?” Spike asked, which caused Samira’s eyes to widen a bit before averting her gaze. “Are you worried about her having an heir of her own or something?”

“What?! Of course not!” Samira answered rather quickly. “When our child is born, they will be the heir and I can assure you, Aziza will be thrilled about that. Just so she can avoid the responsibilities and her studies.”

“So, then what is the issue?” Spike was getting more and more curious as Samira didn’t seem to want to answer but the queen relented.

“(sigh) To answer your question, I’ll ask you one of my own.” Samira replied which caused Spike to raise an eyebrow. “Do you think my niece is the kind of person who is ready to have children of her own?”

Spike thought about that for a very good minute. Now that Samira brought that up, he realized that the jackal queen may be onto something.

For the past several days that Spike got to know her, Aziza had proved herself to be quite irresponsible as she spends most of her time either flirting with Spike and trying to get into his pants or just spending all day at the palace spa instead of studying with her tutors or attending meetings with her aunt and Countess Sera. Suffice it to say, Spike could clearly see that Aziza wasn’t interested in her royal duties. She appeared to prefer to have a life of relaxation and no responsibility.

Granted, while Aziza is nowhere near as bad as a certain pompous cousin of his back at Canterlot, she was still pretty lazy, self-centered, bratty, and entitled, and hardly somebody who’s fit for parenthood.

“I… guess I understand now, I think.” Spike replied with a better understanding of why Samira is doing what she’s doing when it comes to her niece. “If that is the case, then why are you allowing her to… mate with me if she isn’t ready to have kids?”

“Despite what my niece thinks, I do endeavor to keep my promises.” Samira resigned in answering. “But I did take precautions in this event.”

“Precautions?” Spike exclaimed with a raised eyebrow, “Samira, if you don’t mind me asking but what kind of precautions?”

“I will explain when the time comes but for now…” The jackal queen then grabbed her dragon lover’s cock and lined it up with her pussy, “We FUCK!” She then inserted the shaft within herself, causing them both to gasp loudly.

Samira’s face defined someone who is experiencing being on cloud nine. Her eyes were rolling up, she had a broad smile with a hanging tongue and a large blush. The Queen had been waiting for this and all the interruptions and waiting had made her extra horny.

“OOOOooooohhhhhh…. FUCK yeah!” Samira moaned in absolute bliss. “You... really hit the spot Spikey!”

Spike himself could only groan in pure arousement as despite the numerous sessions and quickies he had with Samira, the queen still remains tight as their first night.

After a minute or so, Samira began to bounce up and down on Spike’s cock and the drake couldn't help but grunt and moan from this.

While Samira gyrated her hips against his, Spike grabbed a handful of his jackal lover’s ass and began to suck on her both nipples which in turn caused the queen to moan loudly.

After over half an hour, Spike’s bloated jewels began to churn loudly before retracting to his dragonhood. From there, the payload begins to crawl up to his shaft which in turn causes it to bulge.

Spike, having done this with Samira so many times up to this point, didn’t warn her that he was about to blow and instead just kissed her very passionately.

Samira, for her part, was somewhat surprised but felt her dragon lover’s shaft bulge and throb like crazy. Knowing what was about to happen, she just closed her eyes and returned the kiss, mentally preparing for what was about to happen.

After a couple more minutes of fucking, Spike finally let loose inside Samira’s inner chambers, both of them moaning loudly in their kiss, with the jackal queen’s belly beginning bulge like usual. After a very long minute, Spike finally stopped cumming and pulled out of her snatch.

Both jackal and dragon were panting and blushing with the queen having a very satisfied look on her face. She decided to just lay and cuddle up with Spike, for she knew that this moment was all she was going to have with him for a while. Until they retire for the night before bed that is…

“Oh man…” Spike panted. “Handling you… and… all the other girls… It’s a lot harder than it looks.”

Samira could only chuckle at that. “But still the stud’s dream.”

“Heh.” Spike chuckled himself but remembered the “routine” he now had. “So… who is next to have a session with me?”

“Oh, that is a surprise, beloved.” Samira smirked like an imp which made the dragon confused. “But she is a close friend of mine who has long had a desire to have a child of her own. Even if she would never admit it aloud.”

“Who's this friend?” Spike asked again but the queen put a finger on his nose with that same smile.

“Ah ah ah… Again, it's a surprise.” Samira teased before leaning in close to his ear. “And believe me, she will be more than satisfied with you.”

Spike could only sweat a bit, more so now anyway, after hearing that. Just who did Samira choose this time…

Aziza was walking down the hallway, frustrated beyond all measure.

“How… much longer… Do I have to wait!?!?” She growled. The jackal princess was starting to get impatient with her delayed “time” to mate with Spike. To add salt on the wound, her aunt continued to have more personal time than any of the other ladies, sharing the same bed every night. “He should be in MY bed with ME!!”

Aziza then took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. She also believed that she can’t just up and force Spike to share a bed with her. Her aunt seduced him into compliance, but she lacks that kind of skill. Moreover, it didn’t look like her normal tactics and charm were enough to draw Spike into her arms.

“I might need some advice…” Aziza muttered. She then had a thought, “I wonder if Madame Eboni might help.” The princess then headed towards her chambers where she would write a letter and send it to her one-time mentor. “If there is anyone who can help me woo my one true drake, it's the Nirvana Madame herself!”

After a while, Spike headed down to the bedchambers where he would meet this “secret someone” Samira mentioned. The Queen claimed she was a close friend but that could mean anything. Spike didn’t know much about Samira’s personal life, aside from her kinks and desires in the bedroom, much less her social gathering of allies and friends, so who knows who Samira had chosen for him to breed tonight.

For all Spike knew, this candidate could be another political player in Samira’s royal court, a wealthy merchant or a noble looking for points on the social ladder. He had seen his fair share of such individuals in the Canterlot Court, though of course with much different circumstances. Still, there were plenty of ladies who simply desired to have a child, whether to simply continue their family line or just the desire to bear young was another conversation entirely and Spike wasn’t one to ask.

When he reached the bedchambers and opened the doors, he was shocked to see who it was…

“Hello Spike…”

Author's Note

Can you guess who the gal Spike is going to breed with is?