Crimes and Courtship

Spike searched around for some cleaning tools, eventually finding a very basic broom in a closet along with some empty plastic bags. As Spike got to work sweeping and collecting rubbish in the bags, straightening out furniture and collecting various plates and cutlery along the way, he decided that since he was trapped here for the summer then he might as well attempt some kind of conversation with his temporary kidnapper-turned-boss. "So... Verko, how'd you get to be crime boss of Kluge Town?"

Verko snorted and said "What do you care dragon? I'm keeping you here as a servant, what delusional world are you living in where you think that the appropriate response to temporary enslavement is to have a friendly chat with the person who's enslaving you? Don't tell me that it's employment because I'm not paying you"

Spike rolled his eyes and went "Well, Twilight doesn't pay me to be her servant and I still talk to her. Come on, if I'm gonna be here we might as well help the time go by"

Verko raised his eyebrow and said "The princess doesn't pay you to work?"

Spike shook his head "Not a single bit, not to mention she only stocks pony food, which is fine and all but it wouldn't kill her to occasionally get a few gem stones for me to eat. Actually, that's one thing I wondered, how comes you know that my dragon body will regenerate the body parts you removed?"

Verko smiled and said "Well, despite my rather grotesque appearance I do happen to be quite knowledgeable about things, it helps when it comes down to shady business transactions to have an extended knowledge so that you can avoid getting scammed. I have plenty of books about history and coupled with a bit of common sense, it's easy to see that once dragons reach a certain age, their bodies begin to heal quicker and even regenerate body parts due to the volatile terrain they live in plus the fact that dragons typically tend to enjoy a good fight every now and then"

Spike found that little fact pretty interesting, not only that dragons had the ability to form new limbs but that Verko knew he looked gross and was, presumably, making up for it by being powerful and smart, never judge a book by the cover. Suddenly, Spike's stomach rumbled and gurgled, Spike cringed and held onto his stomach before quickly asking "Hey Verko... where's your toilet?"

Verko went "Huh? Oh right, out in the corridor, first door on your left. By the way, there's no point trying to escape once you leave this room, my body guards are posted throughout the entire tower and they'd catch you before you even made it to any exits", Spike hurried himself to the toilet, leaving Verko to relax and smile to himself as he reflected on all that had transpired. This day had started with a possible business deal gone wrong and now Verko felt like he had made a friend, he'd never had a friend before because he was an enormous mole rat and as soon as anybody saw how vile he looked they just assumed that a vile appearance meant a vile soul. It didn't exactly help prove them wrong when he decided to become a crime lord but it's not like many other opportunities were available to him in Kluge Town. Verko shook his head frantically and spoke to himself "What is going on with me? I'm Verko! The greatest crime lord this town has ever seen! I've ruined lives and torn creatures apart just to make money! I have more power than anyone else in this town and on top of that I actually own a fucking tower named after me! I can't go soft! Pah! Friendship, what's so good about friendship anyway? It's not like it's magic or something! It's that dragon! He's treating me like a friend to weaken me! I'll show that little shit! If he needs the toilet so badly then I'll make sure he gets it!"

Spike re-entered the room and went "Ah, thanks Verko, I didn't realize how badly I-" shortly before falling unconscious as Verko picked up a nearby hat stand and brought it crashing down on Spike's head.

• hours later -

Spike woke up with a pounding headache, his eyes opened slowly with that familiar feeling of disorientation, had everything up until that point been a dream? Had he been knocked out again or was this still the first time but for real? He wasn't sure until his vision returned to him properly. As Spike looked around he noticed that the place was surprisingly clean, he wasn't in a cage but rather he was suspended in the air by hooks that were piercing the flesh of his head, arms, back, legs and tail on the end of strings that were attached to the ceiling, he had no wings or ability to breathe fire, his claws, spines and even the spade on his tail had been filed away until they were basically non-existent and upon checking every nook and cranny of his mouth with his tongue to figure out the source of the painful ache in his gums, he discovered that all of his teeth had been removed... yet he still couldn't be sure if his previous suffering had been a strangely accurate dream or not, at least not until Verko came into the room. Spike growled and went "Verko! So you're the one who knocked me out in that alley huh?" Spike was briefly surprised to find he still had perfect diction despite having no teeth.

Verko raised an eyebrow and said "What the fuck are you talking about? We've already done that part, I knocked you out again on your way back from the toilet"

Spike nodded and went "Ah right, gotcha, just had to be sure but also... what the fuck?! I thought we were getting on! My idea of nursing myself back to health isn't sticking hooks into my body to suspend myself in the air! It's almost kind of mocking considering I can't fly at the moment"

Verko chuckled and said "Yes, I must say that the cruel irony of having you be in the air without wings was a stroke of genius on my part! I had no choice, you were trying to make me weak dragon! I started thinking of you as a fellow creature rather than broken goods, which is all you are! I had also been foolish enough to restrain myself in altering some parts of your anatomy that could potentially be used as weaponry! Like your sharp teeth, sharp claws, those spines and even that club-like spade on your tail! Now if you decided to fight against me for your freedom you have only brute strength! I think it goes without saying that considering my larger size I could best you in a fight and even if I didn't, my body guards would make short work of you! Now your only means of escape is death! Though in the meantime I'm going to torture you for attempting to taint my dark soul with your goodness and kind-hearted nature! You have all summer to heal so I can still send you back to your pony princess seemingly unharmed! Physically at least, I imagine your mental health is something else entirely, the point is that you deserve to suffer!

Spike grimaced and went "Well... what's to stop me from telling the princess you did all these horrible and humiliating things to me?"

Verko snorted and said "Nothing, though she'd never find me. I'm an extremely resourceful and powerful criminal, you think I don't have back-up plans for such a dangerous situation? I'm the most powerful creature in Kluge Town and I've made plenty of enemies, yet my criminal empire thrives! Besides, do you think your extremely demanding and unfair princess would ever allow you to go on vacation again if you told her?"

That comment actually sent a twinge of fear through Spike, the whole reason he was even here was because he needed a break from all the hard work that he was going through that had brought him to the brink of suicide, if he told Twilight he had never gone past Kluge Town and had been kidnapped by Verko, he'd never get a vacation again! He might actually find himself back at the top of the castle again, ready to end it all for the sake of comfort! It seemed death truly was the only escape and due to his promise to Twilight, even death wasn't a route he felt able to take. Verko smiled wickedly as he saw Spike's expression and went "I see you've come to an understanding about your little predicament you ridiculous reptile! Don't go thinking that your punishment is over however, no no no, you needed the toilet, you wanted to clean and you wanted to be nice to me... so I would say some more cruel irony is in order, because I'm going to give you those opportunities in the worst way possible!"

Spike didn't see that there was really any way out of this, so he simply stopped thinking about it, why try to formulate a plan in a situation that was so hopeless and inescapable? Might as well just let the inevitable happen instead of trying to fight it. Verko retrieved what looked to be an extremely large syringe then set it to one side as he then went and fetched two big buckets full of water, Spike could only guess as to what devious and disgusting things Verko was planning to do to him with those items, no obvious methods of torture came to mind that involved an over-sized plastic tube and water, was he going to be drowned? Forced to drink until his stomach burst? Spike didn't know, though what followed was certainly not what he had expected. Verko thrust the syringe into the first bucket of water and pulled back on the plunger, half of all the water in the bucket filling the syringe to full capacity, Spike's eyes went as wide as dinner plates upon feeling a light pressure on his pucker with Verko chuckling while he prodded the young dragon's back door with the nozzle of the syringe before saying "So, are you ready to empty your bowels like you've never emptied them before you little lizard?"

Spike was visibly shaking as he frantically went "No... n-no way, there's no way you're serious! Please don't do this! I'll do anything you want just g-" Spike didn't get to finish his sentence as he went silent with shock at the feeling of the nozzle forcibly stretching open his ring and entering his rear, though quickly found himself making grunts and moans of mild discomfort as untold amounts of water started to slowly fill his bottom, with Verko still chuckling away and relishing the sound of Spike's whimpering and watching with cruel fascination as he saw the little drakes belly beginning to distend with the amount of water that he was being forced to hold inside him considering that the nozzle of the syringe was currently blocking the only passageway. The pressure built and built until finally the syringe was empty of water, having been deposited into Spike's guts until his belly looked like a big water balloon, what came next was just as uncomfortable an experience as being filled with water... that was letting the water out. Verko stood back and ripped the nozzle from Spike's back door, allowing the water to gush out from his hole like a waterfall and spilling onto the floor below, a spillage which Verko would certainly order Spike to mop up once he was finished with him.

Verko was pleasantly surprised to find that other than being an extremely light shade of brown, the water looked about as clean coming out as it did going in, Verko highlighted this fact as he said "Interesting dragon... either your kind has intestines as clean as a whistle or you're far too thorough when it comes to personal hygiene! Though that being said..." Verko once again plunged the syringe into the bucket of water and smirked as he went "...I suppose when it comes to making sure you're clean inside and out, you can't be too thorough can you? So let's make sure your insides are as clean as they can get!" Spike endured an arduous twenty minutes as Verko followed through on his plan despite there being nothing to flush out of Spike's body, now it was just plain and simple torture... sort of. In a weird kind of way, Spike actually began to enjoy the feeling of being filled with water, it made him feel full in a strangely comfortable way and then when the water left his body, he felt a great sense of relief. When Verko had gone through both buckets of water, Spike wasn't sure if he was glad it was over or not, though was quick to notice that despite quite a bit of water being ejected from his body, his still slightly swollen belly indicated that perhaps not all of it had left him entirely. Verko put the buckets and syringe away ready to move on to the next phase of his torture while Spike pleaded with his body not to get an erection, which would no doubt be very awkward to explain considering that Spike had only just discovered this odd kinky part of himself.

What Spike didn't know is that things were actually about to make a very abrupt and sexual turn, though Verko would be under the assumption that this would more be a form of torture rather than pleasure, both because he assumed Spike was straight and that what he was about to do would be rape, completely unaware that Spike was bisexual and that his next action would be somewhat semi-consensual. Verko returned and began searching through a nearby drawer, retrieving what could only be a dog collar, Verko saw Spike's eyes were drawn to it and said "Pretty nifty thing huh? I snatched this little item up from a diamond dog I'd managed to capture a few moons back! Now it's time for you to wear it, I wouldn't want to make our next activity too easy..."

As Verko put the collar on Spike's neck and tightened it as much as he could without suffocating him to death, Spike just went "What do you mean?"

Verko stood in front of Spike and said "So... now that you've been to the toilet, you would get back to cleaning right? After all, you seem to give the impression that you are somewhat fond of cleaning, not to mention quite good at it, you like to clean... so if you would be so kind..." Verko undid his pants and pulled them down, kicking them away from his feet as his surprisingly large dick sprung out, the tip actually striking Spike on the nose before Verko went "How about you polish this for me? With your mouth..." Spike actually wasn't against the prospect, true he wasn't asking for this or necessarily saying yes to it, yet he wasn't saying no either and although he had shown more of an interest in girls back home, he did have an interest in guys as well.

Spike just looked up at Verko and asked "So... you're gay?"

Verko snorted and went "I have no sexuality. I'm a creature of business, I strive for efficiency and as I'm sure you have noticed, I look extremely disgusting, so I can't afford to turn down the very rare opportunities I get for sexual gratification and relief. If it feels good, then that's all that matters, now suck it." Spike closed his eyes and opened his mouth obediently, to which Verko responded by immediately shoving his entire erection as roughly as possible down Spike's throat and started to savagely thrust away, his large heavy balls slapping against Spike's chin as he pistoned away like an aggressive machine. While Verko was grunting from the exertion of violating Spike's mouth, Spike couldn't help but hack and cough as he struggled for breath, not expecting such a violent approach as well as the collar that was already too tight and served no other purpose than to crush his airways and squeeze Verko's large member. Despite the way he was being treated, Spike figured he might as well indulge himself and coiled his tongue around Verko's cock and made small moans of excitement and pleasure whenever he could. Verko had intended to do this in order to humiliate Spike, though he had achieved his goal in a rather different way, the helplessness, the subservience, this was the kind of humiliation that Spike found to be so thrilling and exhilarating, especially if sex was involved.

Minutes went by and Verko kept his consistent pace, it was actually Spike who was the one that changed. Other than embracing the ferocious face fucking, Spike was red in the face from lack of air, his throat felt sore, his cheeks were aching from the constant sucking, his eyes were welling up with tears and drool was dripping from his chin. Spike was pulled out from his trance when he felt Verko's dick throbbing as if to signal his impending orgasm, Spike was relieved that all his efforts were about to be rewarded with a glorious mouthful of delicious spunk, or maybe Verko would decide to hold himself in his throat and deposit his warm load directly into his stomach which would be just as arousing... or at least it would have been had Verko decided not to do either of those things in favor of pulling his dick out of Spike completely, his shining and spit-polished shaft glistening out in the cold open air of the room. Verko sighed in relaxation and said "Ah... good dragon, you polished my fuck pole perfectly!"

Spike deadpanned and said "Your dick wasn't dirty to begin with, you just wanted a blow job"

Verko simply went "Shut up, time for part three of your punishment! I've already mocked you for your weak bladder and your bizarre desire to clean things, now to punish you for your kindness and your twisted perspective that friendship solves everything!" Verko moved behind Spike this time and eyed up his defenseless virgin ass hole, then gripped onto his hips before saying "Considering that I'm a filthy overgrown mole rat who doesn't have anyone's admiration, wouldn't it be the kind thing to do to let me use you like a friend with benefits would?" Verko cackled lightly as he shuffled forward and began to press the tip of his cock against Spike's twitching back entrance.

Rather than vehemently asking Verko not to penetrate him, Spike panicked and said "Wait! Aren't you at least gonna lube me up?"

Verko smirked and said "Wouldn't be much of a punishment if it was purely pleasure on your part, I'm doing this to hurt and humble you. Remember dragon, I'm a cold and ferocious crime lord and the master of this tower, so you're gonna be taking it my way, not your way!" With no restraint or sympathy whatsoever, Verko pressed harder and with saliva as his only aid, began sinking his member into the tight warm confines of Spike's young dragon booty. If Spike had teeth he'd be gritting them, he'd never had anything so large in his bottom and he was being stretched out by what felt like a monstrous amount of dick meat that was slowly making him very full in quite a nice way, way fuller than the water had made him feel and just because it was so hard and solid, he could feel every contour, every vein, every little detail of Verko's cock as it slid past his ring and rubbed against his inner walls. Spike stayed defiantly silent, mainly because he didn't want to make it obvious he was enjoying it in case Verko decided to stop, though he couldn't stop his own rapidly growing erection, achingly hard at full mast with the tip bumping against his own belly that was still distended from being filled with water. Once Verko was fully hilted in Spike's behind, he let out a sigh of enjoyment and hummed slightly as he said "Very nice.... you're very tight back here dragon, not surprising I guess, I doubt you get much action. In a way it's almost a shame I have to ruin you, this is a really nice butt, I doubt there are many creatures who have an ass like this..."

Verko tightened his grip on Spike's feminine hips and began humping away, initially deciding to not go as hard and as fast as possible because he had felt his climax building when fucking Spike's face and didn't want to cum too early, otherwise the punishment would be over too quickly. As a reptile, Spike didn't have a prostate and so wasn't able to truly experience the sensations that most guys would get, though that didn't mean that he didn't absolutely love being fucked in the ass. Spike yet again acknowledged that he couldn't let Verko know he was enjoying himself but he also couldn't ignore the fact that his balls were aching for release, had Verko decided then to reach down and fondle his junk, Spike was certain he would have immediately painted the floor with his own spunk, Spike only hoped that the anal sex went on for long enough that he might be able to orgasm without the need for direct stimulation to his angrily pulsating erection. Verko picked up the pace, he wanted to punish Spike for sure but he did feel a little backed up after voluntarily sacrificing the chance to blow his load in Spike's mouth just so that he could torture him by giving it to him in the ass, not to mention that he could easily just torture Spike like this again considering he was here for the whole summer, this would be a summer to remember. While Verko panted heavily with his hips colliding with Spike's buttocks and sweat rolling down his forehead, Spike was feeling the heat from all the constant friction, the rim of his pucker was stinging and itchy and despite Spike enjoying the sex for the most part, the unrelenting impatience of Verko and his unwillingness to think of how Spike was feeling did come with a slight element of discomfort on top of the already odd feeling of his bloated stomach jiggling.

Verko was rushing towards orgasm now, his nuts swinging forward to clap against Spike's own, unaware that the small drake was even closer to cumming than he was. Spike tried desperately to hold back the moans of elation he wanted to let out as he was finally brought to climax, though couldn't help but let out a whimper as pleasure coursed through his entire body the second he started to squirt jizz onto the floor beneath him, his entire cock from the shaft to the tip tingling while his cum factories tensed with each shot. Verko had heard Spike's small whimpering sounds and smirked, assuming they were whimpers of pain and despair, which only spurred him on to hasten his way to orgasm, getting closer by the second as he felt Spike's anal walls rippling and squeezing his turgid length. A whole minute passed with Spike's cock deflating and Verko somehow finding the strength and energy to fuck faster and stronger with each passing moment with seemingly no end in sight, until finally letting out a large guttural groan and holding himself fully inside Spike as he started pumping what must have been pints of stored up cum into the deepest recesses of Spike's delicious draconic derriere. Spike hummed and let out a sigh of contentment, in stark contrast to the water, Verko's payload was thick, warm and gave him a sense of comfort akin to having just eaten a large hot meal on a cold wintery night, though his sense of equilibrium was brief as Verko's load was so substantial that Spike's abdomen once again expanded from the excess amount of fluid inside him, so heavy was he now that the hooks in his skin were struggling to keep him held aloft.

Verko stayed inside Spike, resting while he got his breath back, once he was relaxed and his dick had gone soft and flaccid, he slid himself out and walked to the other side of the room to rifle inside a closet for something while his cum leaked out of Spike's wrecked caboose and drizzled all the way down from his packed back end to his emptied balls. Verko returned to Spike's side wielding a cutlass and swung it through the air, cutting all the strings that were holding Spike up, leaving the poor dragon to thump to the ground right on his swollen belly, the result of which made his body force both water and cum from both ends. Verko smirked and stomped on Spike's back and kept pressing down until his belly had gone down entirely as the fluids he had been containing was squeezed out of him via his ass and his mouth. With the torture over, Verko just took a seat, then he heard something he never expected to hear as Spike simply went "Hmmm...... thank you..."

Verko looked at him and said "You're thanking me? Thanking me for what?"

Spike chuckled a little and said "Everything... that was soooo fucking good...", Spike let out a yawn and before drifting off to sleep he stated "Oh and by the way, I don't think you look gross at all, you're probably quite handsome for someone of your species... I hope we get to do this again some time..." then shut his eyes to take a well deserved nap, leaving Verko to question... well, question everything. How did he feel about Spike? How did Spike feel about him? Was this torture? Pleasure? Both? How in the world had a simple opportunity to earn some money from illegal trafficking turned into a romance? Was this even a romance at all? Verko had a lot to think about. Verko stared at Spike's limp and lifeless body for a good thirty minutes before he decided what the answer to all of those questions were.

• hours later -

Spike once again woke and this time, apart from the searing heat still plaguing his anus, he felt completely content and wasn't in any pain. Though he was surprised to find he wasn't back on the hooks again, he wasn't in a cage, he wasn't even in the same room, he was in a bed. Spike got up feeling confused only to also notice that the wounds from the hooks that had been sank into his skin had either been bandaged or covered with a band-aid and just to top it all off, he had clearly been bathed at some point. Spike walked out of the bedroom and walked back to the room where he had originally been held captive only to find Verko sitting in there counting bits, though upon seeing Spike enter the room he stopped and, with a smile, said "Ah Spike! Nice to see you are finally out of bed! Before you say anything I just want to say... ugh... say s-s-s-s-s-s-f-f-fucking SORRY! Ack! I've never had to say that before in a nice way... sorry for everything I did to you, even though you found some sort of bizarre pleasure in the activity, thanks for staining my fucking carpet with your juices..."

Spike smiled and said "Well, I forgive you! Like you said, I did enjoy it for whatever reason and... you're using my name, are we... friends?"

Verko almost gagged at the implication and grimaced as he went "No... o-of course not! How preposterous!"

Spike then asked "Well then... are we, like, more than friends then? Romantically?"

Verko turned away and said "To say I have become fond of you would be... i-i-inaccurate! Obviously! You are just... wonderfully convenient... emotionally and physically convenient... which is why I've decided to revert to my original plan of nursing you back to health and sending you home by summers end... though of course I'll still be doing stuff to you over the course of the summer to remind you of your place beneath me whilst you are staying here in the tower, not because I enjoy your company and affections! So don't come back to Kluge Town every summer because it will happen all over again and I... whatever, you heard what I said! Do we have an understanding?!?!"

Spike smirked and said "Oh yes Verko, I have to admit you don't make it crystal clear in a traditional way, however I understand completely what you're saying..."

True to his word, Verko made sure Spike's needs were tended to so long as Spike returned the favor and by the time summer ended, Spike looked exactly the same as he did when he arrived, his fire glands grew back, his claws, his spines, his wings, the collar had been removed and Verko had given him the antidote that would return him to his original color palette. Spike returned home and as he soon as he walked through the castle doors, Twilight was there to greet him, instantly picking him up in her magic and drawing him in for a hug as she said "Oh Spike! I've missed you so much! I hope you enjoyed your travels and I can't wait to hear all about it, but first let me say something... I must say I was skeptical at first but I must admit, not having you around to rely on has helped me learn a lot about being a princess, even if I sometimes got a bit caught up in all of my scheduling. I understand better now what a task it is to arrange all of my duties and I'm sorry I put you through so much stress, if there is anything I can do just name it and I'll make it so! I will see it done, no questions asked!"

This was a big opportunity, Spike was being given the option to have practically anything he wanted, Twilight was a princess and as such her word was law, if she said "dig" then Equestria would ask "how deep?" Spike could have asked for anything he wanted at that moment, he could ask to have gemstones stocked in the kitchen for him to eat, he could ask to be paid for his work, he could have asked for anything his mind could imagine... but there was only really one thing that he wanted and so, with a smirk he said "Actually Twilight... do you think I could take a vacation every summer?"