The Book of Mallory

After dinner, the sun had set and the skies over Equestria were a deep purple. Throughout the entire night they were together, Spike never bothered to tell Twilight about the book he’d found in the restricted section. At dinner, or even walking back to the palace, it never came up. It wasn’t until he was alone in the solidarity of his room in the palace that he pulled the crimson diary out of his pocket to give it another look.

Like before, every page inside was completely void of any words. Sitting on his bed, he ran his fingers over the leather cover and the words etched into it. At his touch, the book seemed to vibrate in response. The buzz was so subtle, Spike wasn’t even sure it was real. It was almost as though it purred in his hands, but as he held it up to his ear, the buzz fell silent. Disappointed, he placed the diary on the bedside table, pondering the name on the cover as he turned over in bed. “Mallory…”

Spike had made up his mind. He was going to tell Twilight about the diary in the morning. She’d most certainly know more about it than anypony else. Still, he couldn’t shake the thought that something was wrong with the diary. It came from the restricted section, and nothing was every out there without a reason.

He tried to put the diary out of his mind and close his eyes. After spending all day sifting through mountains of old books, he really was tired. However, Spike couldn’t just go right to sleep. He felt unusually hot, far more than he ever had before. An idle mind and idle hands always lead to the same place for a young male alone in his room, but this was different.

A ravenous sensation gnawed at his loins, and Spike began to have venereal thoughts about his closest friends, like Rarity’s mature curves and Fluttershy’s naturally large breasts. Even Rainbow’s athletic physic turned him on. Then, there was Twilight, his closest friend whom he loved dearly. She was only a short walk away, likely half naked in the comfort of her bed with her clavicle showing as her loose nightshirt slipped from her shoulder.

A sudden noise jarred his mind free from his sordid thoughts. A quick glance towards the nightstand revealed the disappearance of the diary. Spike searched further, peering over the side of the bed. It had fallen to the floor, face down with its pages open. He reached out for the diary, only for his fingers to push it further under his bed and out of reach.

Frustrated, the horny dragon rose from his bed and climbed down after the runaway book. Getting into his hands and knees, he searched and felt blindly for the book. Despite the pitch darkness, and the dust, he made contact.

Before he could retrieve his prize, however, the gentle moan of an unseen mare echoed in the room. A chill fell over him, and the moonlight faded until the room was shrouded in a blanket of shadow.

Spike dove under the bed, now aware that he wasn’t alone. On his stomach, he clutched the diary right against his chest as he peered out from under his bed, searching for the intruder.

Through the darkness, the heightened vision of his dragon-eyes spotted a pair of feet stepping carefully towards the bed. “Come out, little thing… I know you’re around here somewhere.”

His eyes widened, and the dragon instinctively covered his mouth to muffle his rapid breaths. The intruder was searching for him too.

Then, the intruder’s feet vanished. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Spike’s breaths quickened. He looked left and right and saw nothing, but as he looked ahead, a pair of glowing red eyes appeared.

The eyes glimmered like miniature flames, and a twisted grin formed beneath them, showing rows of jagged, pearly fangs. “There you are!”

Spike shook with terror. Cornered and cramped, he had no where to go. His reaction apparently caused some delight in the mare, causing her to let out a menacing laugh, showing off even more of her razor-sharp teeth.

“Hello, little thing… I seem to be lost, and since you are the only one here besides me, I believe you might be able to tell me where I am.”

She extended her arm underneath the bed, reaching towards him with an open hand. Reluctantly, Spike put his hand in hers, realizing that it was much larger than his own, and she pulled him out from under the bed. As he rose to his feet, still holding onto the diary, Spike got his first look at the intruder, illuminated by what little light the windows and her glowing eyes provided.

The first thing he noticed was her size. She stood tall, taller than any mare he’d ever seen before at more than twice his height. Then there was her fur. She was the color of a dark ash, which was offset by her vibrant crimson mane. The mare sported giant wings like an Alicorn princess, but instead of a single pointed horn, antlers sprouted from the top of her head. They were dark, twisted, and gnarled as they branched off, forming an erie crown atop her mane. Covering her impressive form was a red gown adorned with golden trinkets, stretched thin by her large breasts and curvy waist.

To top everything off, the mare sported two additional arms just beneath her shoulders. Two hands were placed firmly on her hips, one stroked her lower cheek, and the fourth pointed directly at Spike. “If I’m not mistaken, you must be a dragon…. and a handsome one at that.”

The mare’s lips curled into a smile. It wasn’t kind or friendly, and it left an uneasy feeling in Spike’s gut. When she opened her mouth, he caught a glimpse of her forked, serpent-like tongue, which only made him more nervous.

Despite all of this, her words poured from her mouth like honey. They excited him in a strange way, and Spike felt a twitch in his briefs. “Are you the assistant? Earlier, I heard the other one call someone her ‘number one assistant’.”

The dragon steadied himself with a long breath, and his eyes met hers. He tried to focus on her eyes, as disturbing as they were. It was better than looking at the rest of her strange body. “I… I’m Spike, and this is my room. Well… I mean, you’re in the Crystal Palace, Princess Twilight’s home, as well as mine.”

Spike felt compelled to answer her questions, anything she asked. For some reason, he wanted to please her.

The monolithic mare raised an eyebrow at him. “A princess? Do you mean to tell me Celestia actually shares her power with others? How very unlike her…” Her puzzled look shifted into a dark glare. “Before I tell you who I am, answer me how exactly you came into possession of that little book.”

He looked down at the red diary in his hands and rubbed his fingers over the cover. “This? I… I just found it. Twilight and I were digging though the Canterlot archives beneath the palace, and I found it buried under some old junk.” He paused for a moment, staring intently at the inscription on the cover. “This is yours, isn’t it? You’re Mallory.”

He almost thought he could see a sincere grin form in the corners of her snarl, but she quickly repressed it. She took several steps back, and in the center of the room, she offered him an exaggerated bow. “Princess Mallory, the Lady of Lust and defilier of virgins, at your disservice.”

Spike’s blood ran cold. None of those things sounded terribly good, but he held his ground and swallowed his fear. Suddenly he no longer wanted to please her. He could tell the diary upset the princess, so clutching onto it with one hand, he thrust it towards her. “If you’re a danger to any of my friends, I’ll put you back where I found you. You’re not the first threat to Equestria we’ve had to stop.”

It was a gamble. Spike had no clue if he could actually seal her back into the diary she came from, but the dark princess actually recoiled, stumbling back slightly as she folded her arms across her breasts.

“No… There’s no need for that, Spike.” Her voiced sounded smaller. “I’m not a danger to anyone, especially you. You have freed me, and for that, I am grateful.”

Spike didn’t dare lower his guard, but his grip on the diary loosened. “What do you mean? How?”

Mallory walked past him to the bed in two great strides. She sat on his bed, the whole thing groaning under her size, and made herself comfortable. “I felt you, when you touched me. I felt your desires.” The princess pointed casually towards his briefs and drew a finger up the side of his leg. “You summed me with your lust for those closest to you.”

His ears burned hot, and his body tensed up at her touch. Spike knew he should have backed away, but his feet were frozen in place. He allowed her to stroke his inner thigh, inching closer and closer to the bulge that was growing in his briefs.

“I can tell the princess in this palace is dear to you. More than that, she is close, the closest thing you have to family.”

Finally, her fingers closed in around the shaft of his cock, gripping it though the cloth that covered him. Spike’s breath shortened as two more hands grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. His cock leaped to attention, and against the cold air, the warmth of Mallory’s hands closed in around it.

The feeling was like nothing he’d experienced before. Spike had held his own cock many times before, but never had it fallen into the hands of another.

Mallory was toying with him now, waving the shaft of his cock back and forth like a joystick and smiling as she sat upright. “Would you like to have her? I can make that happen.”

Spike’s eyes darted between the dark princess and the floor, unsure of what to do or where to look. Her words excited him again, causing his heart to beat thunderously against his chest. “Wh-What do you mean?”

Her smile widened. She raised a hand, pressing her fingers to her thumb. With a snap, Twilight appeared in the center of his bedroom in a flash of red mist.

Twilight looked dazed as she gripped onto her night shirt. She wore nothing underneath and stumbled forward. Then, she looked straight at him, and her eyes widened. “Spike, what’s going on? Who is tha-“

A red mist surrounded her mouth, silencing her as she fell to her knees with her wrists also bound behind her back.

Spike shook his head and stepped back, freeing himself from Mallory’s grasp. “What are you doing? Stop that! Let her go!”

He was about to lunge at the dark princess when she rose from the bed and approached Twilight, whose eyes were wide and full of anger. Mallory knelt beside her and caressed her cheek. “I’m sorry to interrupt your rest, Princess, but I think you’ll find this rewarding.”

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