A New Lust Dawns For Spike

Staring up the vast expansive of Luster Dawn's bared cleavage, Spike could almost die happy. But the creak of his bones that threatened to crack under her fist's squeeze made him groan and wiggle. He knew she could end him in an instant, and still she hesitated. Why? To draw out his suffering? Or did she not want to execute him, despite his obstruction of supposed justice...?

Smoke poured from his flared nostrils as he muttered, “Can't we...talk this over more...?”

“What else is there to say? You want to bear their sins?” Luster waved a free hand towards his allies. “None of you are innocent! You...what?” from the corner of her eye she spotted Beatrix, who sneaked around on her shoulder. “I'd wondered where you'd disappeared to,” she sneered and flicked the witch with a finger, making her scramble to keep her balance.

“Whoa~!” Beatrix flailed her arms, slipped on her heel, and tumbled over backwards. Desperately she scrambled as she flipped about, and her hands closed around one of Luster's wide, perky nipples, where she dangled and swung precariously. She kicked and clung on for dear life as she yelled to herself, “Wish I'd learn a spell to fly! Damn it!”

Luster shook her head. “You little ants think you can oppose me?” She watched the ships pull in closer, the fliers prepared to rush in, but careful to keep out of the titan's range. Yet they hesitated to act while Spike was at her mercy.

Lightning Dust chewed on her lower lip. “Are we really helpless?”

“Can't risk it,” whispered Rainbow Dash who held her back, but she too trembled with helpless fury.

After constant attempts the airship's engines rattled with renewed life, and the ocean roared as it launched sky high. Calaeno steeled her resolve, cannons trained on the giant, tempted to ran its bulk into their enemy and bring her down. If she had to go down with her ship, so be it! Hopefully that ship Diamond Tiara had captured could take them back to the island's safety!

Diamond Tiara trembled and rubbed her watery eyes as she watched everyone put their lives on the line. She exchanged a look with Silver Spoon, an unspoken sentiment shared between them. “Wait~,” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She continued to cry out until everyone came to a standstill. The ghost ship drifted closer to the titan, steered by Tiara who swallowed hard as she came to meet her. She stared up at the shapely, ample form, barely able to find her voice as her sore throat stung. “W-we're the ones you want, right? We can't let them die for us, not after Spike took us in...”

“Oh?” Luster eased her grip on the drake but didn't allow him to slip free. She also plucked up Beatrix, whose arms burned from the strain to hold on, and bent forward to place her on the deck, her pendulous breasts swinging with her exaggerated movements, the plush tits knocking together with a jiggle that left small shock waves in the air. “Have you accepted your sins?”

“Y-yes,” said Tiara as she and Spoon bowed their heads low. “Please, don't take it out on them!”

Luster studied them with drawn features. “I wouldn't have thought you two capable of self-sacrifice.” Her attention turned to the Dazzlings, who drifted alongside the ship. “And what about you three? Will you accept responsibly for your crimes?”

“We...we just followed our natures,” spat back Aria who snarled at her.

“Yeah,” added in Sonata who wiggled her wide hips for emphasis. “Why do you get to judge us?”

“It's true we downed this ship,” admitted Adagio who traced a palm over its slimy side. “We can't keep track of them all. We can't change what we've done in the past, but we've promised not to do this anymore. Isn't that enough?”

Beatrix dusted herself off as she said, “I don't think the scales can ever really be balanced. Certainly not in this life! But would it truly be just to punish everyone here? Imagine all the good we can do! Why, we can put them to work and help them try and make up for what they've done!” She gulped and tried to stand her ground, confronted by the face that hovered before her.

“We'll make them work hard,” swore Spike, much to the visible annoyance of the sirens.

Luster took a moment to think it over. “...very well. I'll allow you this chance, despite my misgivings.” She released the drake, who sailed away and landed on the deck. “It's far better than they deserve. However, I have a condition.”

“Huh? What's that?” Spike's muscles were taut, unable to mask his anxiety.

Her eyes focused on the witch. “You claim to be familiar with the Coven? The truth is, I can't leave this area. My spirit is bound here. But if you were to approach them for support, surely they would listen?” Her eyes closed. “Bring them here. Set me and the rest of the phantoms trapped here free.” She clung to her upper arms. “I...can't bear to haunt this sea any longer.”

Beatrix nodded. “I'll ask them. But I'm not sure how much sway I really hold with the Coven.”

“All I ask is that you try.” Slowly the titan turned, so as not to send more waves crashing down, and started to walk away.

“Wait,” cried Beatrix who reached towards her. “How did you alter your size? There's so much I want to know!”

Luster paused. “More of a trick. Here, I'll show you.” Her hands shimmered as she focused on the source of this power, and from the ship's treasury rose a brilliant jewel that traveled up to the surface. “This is what we transported. The Coven paid the crew to take me across the seas, this jewel left in my care. It was weak at the time, but with limitless potential.”

“Until we sunk the ship,” said Adagio who folded her arms. “We've hit so many, I...honestly can't remember when that was.”

“It feels like forever,” said Luster, her eyes distant. “It's hard to have a concept of time when you're confined here. Anyhow.” She floated the prismatic jewel into Beatrix's hands. “It's drawn strength from everything that's crossed this area over the years. Go ahead, try it. All you have to do is concentrate on it, and you should be able to work its unique magic.”

With a nod, Beatrix closed her eyes and focused. For a moment she was swathed in illumination, her mane and cape whirled about her, and in a blink she and Luster traded places, the latter now standing where she once had on the deck, while Belladonna towered over the ocean, her costume exploding off her in a gust of wind to leave her bare, save for her hat which drifted down. “W-wow...” She stared down at herself, ran her palms over her exposed tits and swayed them with audible delight.

“That's not fair!” Rainbow Dash zipped about the titan and touched her own small, perky tits. “Let me have a turn!”

“Unfortunately,” replied Luster. “It only works on those who are magical in nature. The closest you have is that special tattoo on your back you fliers use to explore the skies. The work of someone connected to the Coven, I'd wager.”

“You're free to enjoy them,” teased Beatrix who plucked Dash from the air and placed her on one of her breasts.

“Don't let it go to your head,” said Dash who sat cross-legged with arms folded and mouth drawn in a childish pout. She was far from the only one who looked on the witch with envy, Lightning Dust similarly groaning as she studied Beatrix's plush ass.

Beatrix tittered and beamed wider. “Too late! Tee-hee!” Carefully she hunched down, then reclined onto her back with a comical jiggle of her heavy tits, whereupon she floated on the ocean's dark surface. “Come aboard, everyone! Don't you want to explore a beautiful Goddess?” Flesh squished below cautious steps as the crew wandered onto her soft, supple valleys.

“It does feel nice,” admitted Gabby who poked at her thigh. “You're like a giant pillow!”

Even the sirens hopped up onto her, and Beatrix giggled, tickled as dozens wandered across her pliable skin. In all her adventures she had never been able to do something like this, and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest!

Spike broke her from her reverie. “Don't be greedy, Beatrix. I want a turn, too.”

She rolled her eye to the side to meet him. “Didn't you hear what Luster said? Doubt it'll work. Then again...” She thought it over for a moment. “Dragons have lots of magical energy. Some scholars speculate they aren't natural creatures, but some magical fusion experiment that went awry and bred out of control. Plus, after you crossed over from your dimension...”

“Yeah, I became some sort of weird hybrid. That bolstered the magic energy that was already there,” said Spike who always knew he was different from other dragons. Physically weaker, but maybe there was a trade off, after all...? “Let me try?”

“Oh, fine.” Beatrix couldn't help but voice her disappointment as she wanted to relish this longer, but she waited until everyone cleared off her, and then Luster passed the jewel to the drake. She moved to give him some distance, as did the ships.

After everyone was certain they were safe Spike focused on the jewel. For a moment nothing happened, and he feared what magical energy he had wouldn't be sufficient, but spurred on by everybody he continued to concentrate, as the glow within the jewel shined brighter and brighter, until it finally enveloped the drake entirely and his fin-like ears started to flutter.

Within moments Spike resembled the Dragon Lord himself, as his weight settled into the seas and sent out a few waves. His armored scales glistened in the moonlight, his wingspan unfurled to fullness, and he raised his head with a mighty roar.

The onlookers looked on, entranced, and Beatrix knew the Dragon Lord had chosen well, that he was worthy to one day succeed him! He swished his spaded tail and surveyed them, as he adjusted to his new form, the weight of his muscular bulk.

“Beautiful,” whispered Gabby who clutched her fluttery heart and smiled.

“Magnificent indeed,” admitted Luster as the drake leaned forward, and she caressed his snout. They were mere flickers before such a creature, and she felt the jewel vibrate and heard it hum in her palm, as it started to blink out. “Unfortunately, it appears it can't maintain that sort of power on you for long, Spike. You'll burn out its power in no time, at this rate.”

“Just wanted to feel what it was like to be the Dragon Lord,” admitted Spike who nodded.

The dragon shut his eyes and focused anew. This time rather than trading places with someone else, the energies he borrowed were simply funneled back into the jewel, and after a moment he blinked out and was left to flutter in place.

He touched down on the ghost ship's deck, traced his claws over it and inhaled, overwhelmed. He'd never experienced power like that before, to the point where his perspective had momentarily shifted, certain Luster and Beatrix had felt something similar. To know he was capable of almost anything, and the awesome responsibilities that came with that position.

Was this what the Dragon Lord felt? A reason why Torch had finally retired, unable to take this anymore...?

Beatrix patted his chiseled back. “That's a ways off. You'll have plenty of time to figure it out, okay?”

“Y-yeah. Thanks.” He exhaled and smoke poured out of his flared nostrils. “I feel pretty weak, though. Could, um, use someone to help me take care of my needs.” He blushed, unable to deny a familiar stir in his loins, aware he needed to mate soon.

While there were plenty of volunteers who raced up around him, Luster Dawn pushed her way to the forefront of the mob. Her arms wrapped around his nape and mashed his muzzle between the warmth of her supple breasts.

“Allow me. I hurt you, after all.” She nuzzled him in her bosom and kissed his forehead. “Consider this another way to help make amends.”

She turned to head below, and the drake padded after her, eyes turned to slits as he watched her shapely buttocks sway...