The Book of Mallory

Mallory exhausted a heavy sigh, having just seen the diary disappear before her very eyes. She didn’t know where it had gone, but it was indeed gone. At that point, she truly believed her new friend was not going to betray her.

For the first time in a number of years she couldn’t count, she was free from her prison. Yet, she was still bound to Spike. The dark princess wasn’t entirely sure if it was love or not, but the connection was still there. Love was an alien concept to her. Mallory had lived for thousands of years off of the lust and fear of her victims. She would take everything she could and dispose of the rest, never once caring about those she hurt. Lust was the embodiment of selfishness, but the way Spike treated her was almost entirely selfless when she had done nothing to deserve it.

She bit down gently on her finger while she mulled over these thoughts in her mind. All the while she watched as Spike tore the cum-stained sheets from his bed, presumably to wash them.

The heart in her chest, if there ever was such a thing, fluttered lightly as she stared at him. It beat at an escalating pace. Mallory wanted his attention, to be on his mind and her name to be spoken from his lips. She wanted to please him, and suddenly, the dark princess became jealous of his relationship with Princess Twilight.

Like the feeling of love, jealousy was brand new to her. It felt like a gut-wrenching mixture of frustration and anxiety, and Mallory hated it.

She had to gain his favor at all costs. Without hurting Twilight, of course. Mallory knew Spike would not forgive her for hurting Twilight. Then, she would never get the affection she desired. There had to be other ways, she thought, ways she could perhaps try to earn his trust and affection. Sex was a popular idea among the voices contemplating in her mind. Spike seemed easy to coax into a state of lust after all, but that wouldn’t get her what she really wanted. Sex had to be the means to her end goal, not the end itself.

What was her end goal? To date the young dragon, or something even greater? Mallory scoffed aloud at the idea. It must have been louder than she thought, because Spike glanced in her direction briefly.

“What?” Spike gestured to the growing pile of bed covers on the floor. “They’re filthy, and I don’t want to sleep in those tonight… Would you?”

Mallory felt embarrassed by her accidental outburst. Her cheeks turned as red as her eyes, but she couldn’t help responding in her usual, sultry manner. “Is that an invitation to your bed?”

She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips, but Spike responded with a sheepish chuckle, and she instantly felt better. “I… Well, I mean… There are a few spare rooms… You could stay anywhere you like.”

Mallory looked to the bed sheets. She raised a hand, and with a snap of her fingers, the sheets began to magically levitate. The cum-stains, wrinkles in the fabric, and all kinds of imperfections disappeared in seconds before the sheets fell neatly on the mattress.

To her delight, Spike looked impressed by her work. “Whoa… You’re sure you aren’t the Demon Princess of Laundry?”

Mallory beamed at him. She was thrilled that he was happy with her. “It’s… just something I picked up after so many sleepless nights.”

A new idea scratched at her thoughts. Only a few minutes ago, Spike had asked Twilight if it was possible for a dragon to impregnate a mare. Mallory too began to wonder the same thing.

***Mallory Will Return***