-Out in Space-
At the edge of the cosmos, in the black ink between worlds, two shimmering voids blinked into existence. Twin fountains of light screamed into eternity as they deposited a pair of craft. An exchange of lights danced across their hulls, speeding through space at unprecedented speeds.
In the lead, a sharp, three-pronged claw-like vessel screeched its straining engines into the cold vacuum in a vain attempt to regulate its overworked core. The black and green paints over its hull were scorched and twisted, the graffiti ruined by constant abuse from the blue bolts of the ship chasing it.
Narrowing down on the fleeing vessel was a sleeker, smoother craft, one that resembled a pistachio nut in its shell. The smooth, curved plates of the ship’s armor plates were a medium tone of blue, the small portion between their curved apexes tinted a bright cyan. The ridges of the armor plating flashed white and red as the twin-mounted cannons on either side of the ship fired pulse after pulse of punishing purple plasma.
A quick, minute maneuver from the blue ship saw one of its shots land true, bursting in the midst of the clawed ship’s thrusters, bursting in a shower of molten metal and leaking coolant. An entire claw sheared off of the ship, and with it, the ship itself spiraled out of control. What the pilot of the blue ship didn’t see, however, was a makeshift explosive planted on the dismembered ship part. As it passed by, the ship was rocked as the mining charge unleashed a blast of concussive force, a green field shattering nearest to the explosion. Both ships spun out of control, the blue ship striking the surface of a gleaming white moon, while the black and green ship was caught burning through the atmosphere of a garden world.
-Ponyville-
“You sure you’re gonna be alright, Twilight?” Spike asked as he saw his friend leaving with a suitcase in hand. Twilight was standing in the doorway with Starlight and Trixie as they had their suitcases packed for them.
“I’ll be fine Spike,” she told him. “I’ll just be with Princess Celestia for a royal diplomacy meeting and Starlight and Trixie are off to visit family.”
“You mean when the two started a herd with Sunburst?” Spike joked, earning a blushing glare from Starlight.
“You know I’m this close to blasthing you through the next room or in another dimension right?” Starlight mentioned in annoyance. “That is, If Twilight wasn’t standing next to me.”
“Just thought I’d make an innocent joke,” Spike added.
“Leave her alone Spike,” Twilight said in a calm tone. “Anyways, could you do me a favor while we’re gone?”
“Sure, what is it?” Spike asked.
“I asked Zecora for a list of rare herbs and she even went out to pick some up for me,” she said as she took out a basket that had a list inside. “Could you go out and talk to Zecora and pick up these items for me?”
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he said with a sigh as he walked over and took the basket. “I won’t be long then.”
“Okay, goodbye Spike,” Twilight said as she and Starlight left on their own personal business and Spike watched as they both teleported out of there. Spike would then stand up and walk towards the front door, locking the castle building behind him.
-Everfree Forest-
“Ugh, I always forget how awful this place is,” Spike said, waving his hands around.
The swarming flies and moths refused to acknowledge his attempts to dissuade them, electing to hover around the dragon’s glowing eyes and torchlight.
“Well, better these things than a manticore,” he grumbled. “Maybe if I hit the gym a bit harder I could take one down, but Fluttershy would probably hospitalize me if I just went around wrestling random animals, even ones that could maul me to death.”
Amidst his rambling, Spike looked up to the stars for a moment, taking in the sight of Luna’s sky. He sighed while admiring the infinite majesty of the stars, and recounted Twilight’s lessons on some of them.
“Ah, Little Dipper, my beloved formation,” Spike said, chuckling.
A blinking light caught his eyes, and he narrowed them to look up at the source. A star seemed to be blinking in and out, and moved a bit across the sky. Squinting, he tracked the shining star’s descent, until it started to expand. Then it got even closer, until he realized what he was looking at.
“Oh, son of a bi-”
The crack of thunder rocked the sky as the falling star screamed through the air, a flash of baleful light igniting the sky. The fauna surrounding Spike fled and fell quiet as the screeching hulk fell to the forest. An earthquake was chased by a thunderous crash, the shockwave knocking Spike to the ground.
“Holy shit!” he said, dredging up to his feet.
Curiosity overwhelmed any common sense or reason in the drake’s mind, his ingrained desire for rare experiences and rarer materials driving him to investigate the space-borne anomaly. His heart raced as he thought of what he’d find. The thought of an alien ship crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed the idea, an inner voice of Twilight nagging him to push ludicrous notions out of his head. When he reached the smoking wreckage, however, the voice went silent as he gazed on the object.
Amidst a crater of boiling mud and black-singed trees laid a robust, angular hunk of metal. Parts of its rear were melting and dripping down in white-hot puddles of slag, and the jagged edges of the front half were bent and broken, like a dragon’s fangs after meeting Celestia’s own fist. The shape of it wasn’t like any airship he’d seen before, plus there was no balloon accompanying it, and there was no way a simple airship was falling from the stars themselves. In the end, there was only one possible thing this could be.
“It’s a fucking alien space ship!” Spike screamed in glee. “I found an alien spaceship!”
Before he could celebrate, a flash of light from the bushes caught his eyes. Spike’s frills went rigid at the thought of there being a genuine alien nearby, and eyed the ship once more. In the center of the pointed spirals was a spherical glass ball, likely the cockpit, melted and cracked with glass shattered across the dirt.
Looking back at the bushes, Spike saw the gleam of purple scales and green fins smiling back at him menacingly.
’Wait, what!?’
The figure dashed into the shadows of the forest, and once more, Spike’s instincts kicked in and he gave chase. From the more open path, he ran after the figure. Whatever it was, it was fast on its feet, or whatever it had instead.
“Please stop, I don’t want to hurt you!” Spike pleaded. “I come in peace! Welcome to Equestria!”
“‘I come in peace, welcome to Equestria’,” Spike’s own voice echoed from the figure. “Thanks for the chops, kid!”
Spike’s scales shuddered as the strange figure mimicked his voice, but he tried to focus on the chase. However, with his focus on the alien instead of his footing, he found himself tripping face-first into the dirt as his foot got caught in an upended root. Spike ripped his foot out and stood back up, only to see the figure was well and truly gone. The dragon groaned as he realized what he’d done, giving the alien his face and voice.
“Aw jeez, Twilight’s gonna tan my hide when she finds out-”
He screamed in agony as a thousand currents of lightning shot through him all at once. Every muscle seized, every nerve lit aflame, and his mind went blank as the overwhelming pain of a hundred lightning bolts fried him from behind. All at once, the pain stopped and Spike found himself unable to move as gravity took hold of his now limp body. As his consciousness faded into darkness, Spike could only see a brightly furred pair of legs walking up to him.
-Spaceship-
“Oh Celestia my head,” Spike groaned as he woke up with a splitting headache. He opened his eyes and everything was dark. His vision was still blurry as his senses were slowly coming back to him. “Fuck, what happened to me?”
He tried to move his arms to touch his forehead, but found that he couldn’t move his arms. Confused, he tried to move his legs, but he couldn't move them either. His arms, legs, tail, and wings were pinned by something and he didn’t know what. Now worried and his vision returning, he began to look around the room. He found himself in what looked to be a small cell. There was a red field shimmering in front of him, crackling like a small fire. Beside him was a small bed with white sheets, and a perfectly circular toilet.
Looking through the red field, he saw a large desk, shaped in a semicircle and plated with white metal. It blended in seamlessly into the white metallic floor, and there were a plethora of things that reminded him of Twilight’s lab. A large green tube filled with liquid, a rack of test tubes and what was likely an analyzer, but worryingly, he was a glass panel with what looked like futuristic weapons behind it. Every spot of the interior was perfectly smooth and cleaned, and he could feel the entire place humming along to some pulse below the floor.
“Wait, what happened to me?” He asked himself as he tried to think of what he was doing before he woke up.
A door just out of sight, large and metallic, slid open and closed, an obviously female creature walking in. Spike could tell it was a girl considering the massive rack and plump backside that its blue and yellow suit clung to like a selfish blanket. She looked at him and shook her head. Reaching up for her neck, the helmet made a click then hissed as air escaped it. The blue and yellow suit seemed to evaporate, trailing along towards the helmet in less than a second. Standing before Spike, opposite the red field, was a five-foot-ten bunny woman. Her long ears were pinned together with a small blue band, which she quickly took off before running a hand through her blonde hair. Piercing cyan eyes glared at him with disgust, but Spike couldn’t keep his eyes from checking out her assets below eye level.
She's wearing white leggings that end at her thighs and ankles, with glowing purple rings around her ankles and purple lines above her knees, giving the leggings the appearance of metal armor. A purple visor sits in front of her eyes, with a purple hairband around the base of her ears and at the ends of them. A long sleeve shirt covers her torso, with the chest and belly cut open to let her "girls" hang free. Her nipples were practically almost visible, save for the two pasties that were shaped like shields covering them. The sleeves have glowing purple shoulder pads, glowing purple rings around her wrists, and white gloves with purple gems in the backs of her hands.
“Good, you’re awake,” she said as she walked over to the flustered dragon. “I was starting to think I’d have to skip out on the interrogation.”
“Uh…who are you?” Spike asked in confusion.
“I’ll ask the questions, asshole,” she said in a dark and disgusted tone. “You’re in a restricted sector and there is sapient life here. Exposure to Federation technology, even that Class 4 wreck you call a getaway ship, could be severely detrimental to natural technological progression for uncontacted species.”
“I… I have no clue what any of that means.”
“Yeah, I figured,” she scoffed. “But now I’ve got you, Avaran Joennes.”
“Wait, what? Who is that?”
“I’m not stroking your ego, creep. I’ve already got more than enough charges of drugging and abusing dozens of people, and crossing into this territory and violating dozens of treaties and doctrines on top of it all? I can’t wait to see how far in the hole they’re gonna toss your scaly ass.”
“Okay, listen ma’am, this has to be some kind of mistake!”
The bunny’s gauntlet flashed and Spike felt himself drop from the wall, only to be yanked face-first into the ground before he could react. His wrists, neck and wings felt like a hundred tons had been dropped on him, and he found himself unable to budge. The bunny’s long paw smashed into the side of his head, barely a glancing blow that did nothing to the dragon, but the message was clear.
“I don’t wanna hear it, you sick freak!” she said. “You’re not running and hiding this time, especially when you picked such an obvious disguise.”
“I’m telling you, you’ve got the wrong guy!”
She huffed and walked across the room.
“We’ll see. This oughta shut you up.”
When she came back into view, she had a small syringe with her.
“One quick blood test and I’ve got you registered in the system. Try and silver-tongue your way out of that.”
She knelt down and placed one hand on his head, aiming the needle for his scales.
“You’re not gonna get through with that little thing too far from my joints,” Spike said. “The scales around my neck are almost unbreakable.”
The bunny chuckled.
“Wow, delusional on top of it all. Your species’ scales are for absorbing sunlight, not protection. Can’t fool someone who already gave you a few tail piercings during our last chase. Can’t bluff your way out of this one.”
She plunged the needle into his neck and jumped in shock when the tool snapped in half. Spike smirked up at her.
“What was I bluffing about, exactly?” he said.
She blinked twice and shook her head.
“What the fuck? You… you shouldn’t be able to do that. Your disguises don’t change your physical attributes, you…”
She rushed away to grab another needle and started looking for somewhere to probe properly.
“I can just hold my wrist up for you if you let me-”
“Shut it.”
She knelt around him, angling for his wrist with the needle. While she pricked through his scales, Spike was greeted with a facefull of bountiful bunny booty. He felt his pants tighten at the sight, the blood rushing Southward quickly filling up the syringe.
“What…. No, no no no no what the fuck!?” she said, standing up.
As she stood up, the syringe exploded in her hands, causing her to scream. Boiling hot blood spilled across the deck as the bunny started to hyperventilate.
“Oh no… oh fuck!”
She jumped at a nearby piece of glass, and the thin object quickly lit up with lines of yellow text. She smashed a few inputs and Spike felt the devices holding him down pop open. He stood up, groaning and stretching.
“Well, that seemed to convince you,” he said.
“Oh my God, I am so, so sorry, sir!” she said. “I-I was chasing a criminal, he’s a shapeshifter! I thought he’d disguised himself as something local, but I didn’t think that a native would be so close to the crash site! I should have run standard procedure and called for backup, I was so stupid to have rushed in there! And… oh my God, I kicked you in the head!”
She quickly reached up and pulled him down, face-first into her bust. Spike landed on his knees, cringing a bit but quickly found solace in the fluffy bunny breasts he’d been smushed into.
“Oh god, oh god… okay, no major injuries… oh I’m so sorry!” she said, hugging him.
She dislodged him and helped him stand up and cleared her throat.
“Okay, this is… horrifically awkward,” she said. “I’m not exactly trained for first contact, but um… I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, it’s alright, calm down,” Spike said.
“Calm down? I can’t! I just brutalized and assaulted, and basically kidnapped, an indigenous life form from a restricted world and treated you like a criminal!”
“From the sounds of it this dude is pretty bad,” he said.
“And now I can’t go down there to arrest him because the engine needs to cycle and reboot because of the crash!” she said. “I had enough for one two-way trip and I used it to abduct an innocent bystander!”
The bunny fell to her knees and started to panic, her breaths coming in short and rapid. Spike felt his heart fall at the sight. Sure, she locked him up for a little bit and kicked him, but it didn’t actually do much. She seemed to be seconds from a total mental breakdown, and if he was stuck here, the last thing he needed was a crazy space cop losing her mind, leaving him stranded in this place with no way out.
“Hey, hey, calm down,” he said, holding his hands up. “It’s gonna be alright.”
She looked up at him, examined him, and shuffled in place.
“How can you be so calm after what I did to you?”
“Well, clearly you regret it, since you’re having this panic attack. And you did say sorry a bunch, so I can’t really stay mad. So how did you realize I’m not the guy you’re after?”
“I… I-I went to get your blood, and it's red.”
“Yeah, everything has red blood.”
“Not my target,” she said. “His species doesn’t process Oxygen the same way most organic life does, so it looks blue. Then there’s the part where it’s so hot that it literally melted the syringe.”
Spike, seeing a golden opportunity, dove in for the kill.
“Well, if you think that was hot, wait until you get to see my personality,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows with a toothy grin.
Silence reigned in the small compartment as the bunny girl stared at him for a few seconds. Dozens of emotions played out through the shimmering cyan of her eyes. Rage, depression, panic and fear left and in their place was confusion, the processing of thought, and finally, the mask cracked. The corners of her mouth shot up as she let out a boisterous chuckle, doubling over in laughter. Spike smiled as he watched her attitude improve instantly, the panic gone as she sat there laughing at his terrible pickup line. After nearly a minute of laughing, the bunny finally sighed and stood up.
“Thanks, I needed that,” she said. “I can’t believe how well you’re taking all of this. It’s honestly surprising.”
“I’ve been thrown into alternate dimensions and trapped in comic books. An alien abduction was just something I kinda wished would happen next. And hey, bonus points, at least the alien is a hot bunny lady, so this is definitely a win in my book.”
She blushed and fidgeted on her paw tips.
“You think I’m… hot?”
“I mean… yeah! Do you own a mirror? Have you seen what you’re wearing?”
“What, my uniform? Everyone in the Galactic Patrol dresses in this.”
Spike’s heart rate shot up.
“Are… are there more of your kind in that?”
“We make up the entire force, actually, as well as most of the governing jobs in the galactic government.”
Spike coughed into his hand and pounded his chest, taking a deep breath.
“Well, I’m glad to inform you that I’m an Ambassador of Harmony, an agent of Equestria to promote peace and unity between races.”
She cocked her head.
“Okay, are you being serious or is this another attempt at flirting?”
“Oh, I’m legit, I even have-”
Spike patted his chest, then his pockets, and then groaned.
“I lost my medallion.”
“Oh, is that what that was?”
She reached into a drawer and pulled out his medallion.
“‘Ambassador Spike Invictus Sparkle’,” she read aloud. “So that’s your name. I’m Lola, Lola Bunny.”
“Nice to formally meet you, ma’am.”
The two shook hands, but Lola’s face went dark.
“I’d say this was a nice meeting, but that criminal is still down there. God knows what he’s going to do with you as a disguise.”
“Eh, I’m not too worried about that,” Spike said. “I’ve got plenty of friends who can shapeshift as well. If anyone can tell that’s not me, it’s them.”
“How can you be so sure?”
-Ponyville-
The shapeshifter hit the ground hard, screaming as he tried to crawl away only for a pair of scaly orange hands to grab his tail and throw him into a wall.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” ‘Spike’ said. “All I said was that maybe we could hook up a little! Have some fun, the fuck’s wrong with that!?”
“What’s wrong with that is you slipping in drugs in all of our drinks and pretending to be someone you’re not to get in our pants!” Ocellus said.
“Fuck’s wrong with you, buggo? You idiots said you wanted to party, I figured you wanted to have fun!”
“We wanted to hang out with SPIKE!” the orange dragoness said, punching his gut, doubling the shapeshifter over.
“Last I checked, Spike doesn’t go around trying to cop a feel on every mare with a pulse,” Ocellus said. “Plus, your wings are too wiry and the voice doesn’t match in the slightest.”
“Guh! Fuck you know about that, bitch?”
The Changeling smirked and flashed into a perfect copy of Spike, and spoke in his voice.
“See, the real Spike has a kind, soft voice that assures you that you’re in good claws no matter what.” She shifted back into her natural form. “Yours is the kind of boiling grease that makes creatures’ insides unravel.”
“Plus, you didn’t greet me the same way Spike would have.”
“You shot fire in my face, bitch!”
“And he would’ve returned the favor!” Smolder said before throwing a right hook, knocking a tooth out of the creature’s mouth.
-Space-
“They know me better than anyone else. So, this is a cool ship. Where are we, exactly?”
Lola walked over to a plate with holographic controls, pressed a few lights and the wall gave way to a window view. Spike’s jaw dropped at the sight of pristine white rock surrounding them, and a view of Equus thousands of miles away.
“We’re stuck on the planet’s moon. The main engine’s down due to seven failsafes igniting during the crash, but the backup generator’s got enough to power life support for a good few weeks. More than enough time to get the core back online. Until it finishes rebooting, however, we have no way of getting to that planet.”
“Wow. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like up here,” he said, leaning towards the window.
Lola smiled.
“Yeah. You know, sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of seeing planets and stars up close like this, that the idea that overexposure could ever ruin the magic. It’s nice to know that the wonder never really goes away.”
She looked back at the ship’s main room and snapped twice. The large desk rose into the ceiling to reveal a ladder. Tapping Spike’s shoulder, she motioned to the hole.
“My private quarters are just down there. I kinda roughed you up a bit, dragged you through that forest. You’re coated in dirt, and if you want, you can clean up.”
“Oh, thanks! You know, I probably should clean up, it’s been a long day.”
“Yeah. How’s your head, by the way?”
“I’m alright, thanks. Not that you’re not strong, but I’ve been crushed by boulders and smacked through walls since I was eight, I’m pretty hardy.”
She motioned for him to go first, and down he climbed, reaching a much more open interior that resembled a fancy conceptual apartment. In the center was the ladder, and through the rungs he could see a large bed, easily big enough to fit two or three creatures, sporting blue and gold striped sheets. The bed was surrounded by cabinets and drawers that had knobs that locked into each other, likely to keep them from opening mid-flight. To his right was what looked like a small kitchen, the sink and cooking appliances mounted into the wall. On his left, Spike saw a circular door to a smaller cabin with seats and safety straps, with red and white stripes surrounding the doorway. He stepped off the ladder and turned about to see a door.
“Bathroom’s right through there, and the laundry’s in part of the little kitchen mesh over there,” Lola said as she hopped down next to him. “Leave your clothes by the door and I can wash them for you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate this,” he said.
Spike opened the bathroom door and closed it behind him. He didn’t see any way to lock it, however, but he trusted that she wouldn’t just barge in on him. Stripping down, he tossed his clothes together before folding them up a bit, running his fingers over the smudge of mud on his shirt.
“Jeez, guess I did take a bit of a fall.”
He carefully opened the door a crack and left the clothes on the ground, closing it again as he turned to the shower. Inside the glass enclosed shower was a lit up screen in the wall and a nozzle built into the ceiling. He tapped a claw against the screen and saw a bar light up, from dark blue to red. He slid it up, and water poured from the ceiling in a steady stream. He tested the water and found it just right. Satisfied, he stepped inside and rubbed himself along his scales, trying to scrub the mud off of him.
His thoughts drifted as he leaned against the wall. Here he was, showering in a bunny alien’s spaceship after she arrested him because he was thought to be a shapeshifter. Crazier things had happened, yes, but this was easily in the top 3 for things he’ll be sure to remember for the rest of his life. Especially since he doubted he could forget the sight of her erotic outfit. Giant bunny girl tits, a huge pillowy ass, he could have almost peeked her privates if he tried, but this was an important moment for Equestrian history, if not the whole world. He was talking to an alien! First contact with a species from another world! He couldn’t afford to fuck this up.
The door behind him slid open.
“Room enough for one more?” He turned around to see Lola, without her suit on and she gave him a friendly wink and a peace sign as she stood in front of the door. His face immediately turned red as she casually walked into the shower.
“L-Lola, what’re you doing?” Spike said in a panic, frantically trying to cover his crotch.
“I figured that I should help you a bit for all that I put you through,” she said, sliding the glass door open.
“O-okay, but I’m kind of naked here!?”
“You saw my uniform, do you really think I was raised to care about how well dressed you are?”
“I, I have a bit of a, um…”
“Stiff problem?” she smirked.
Spike nodded.
“Can I see?”
He blinked and gawked.
“You can see all of me. After all, how can I pay back what I did if I can’t help you relieve your tension?”
Spike looked her naked body up and down, settled on her kind smile and warm eyes and turned completely, letting his arms fall to his sides. She looked down and dropped her jaw.
“Holy stars in Eidolon,” she gasped.
Spike’s draconic length had peeled itself from the scaly slit, sprouting an enormous fifteen inches out from his toned stomach. From the three-inch knot, Spike’s length sported an assortment of bumps and ridges, and Lola felt herself wink downstairs at the thought of all of that passing through her.
“Well, I’m starting to think being stuck in here with you isn’t so much a punishment for either of us,” she said.
“If being arrested by space police means showering with beautiful bunnies, I should make a habit of committing criminal activity.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so eager,” she teased, walking under the stream of water next to him. “Some officers I know would have left you on that wall and just went to town on this hot rod,” she whispered, running her fingers down his length.
“Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time,” Spike said.
The two leaned in for a kiss, letting one another in each others’ mouths. Their tongues explored each other, their hands following closely behind. While Lola stroked Spike’s scepter, his hands hogged her haunches, grappling the supple bunny buns eagerly. The bunny shivered as she felt the dragon’s predatory fangs graze her tongue, the claws digging into her flesh with a tender edge. Her other hand traveled up his chest and admired the sculpted scales of his physique, his pecs and abs akin to a fine marble statue. Spike could compare her assets to a cloud made of marshmallows, her breasts and ass tender to the touch.
With a wet sound they parted, gazing into one another’s eyes with wanton desire. Spike’s tail eagerly dragged across the shower’s walls while Lola pressed some buttons and held out her hand. A dollop of soap was deposited into it and she smeared it on both of her hands.
“We should probably get cleaned first,” she said. “Think you can clean me up while I clean you off?”
Spike gestured with his hands.
She shared the soap with him and they used the excuse to thoroughly fondle each other. Lola spent a considerable time washing Spike’s thighs and chest, while the dragon made sure her tits and ass were clean as could be. Beneath the heat of the shower, they couldn’t stop the overwhelming arousal building between them, and soon found themselves making out again in the middle of their rinse. The shower cut off in the middle of the action, a sudden gust of hot wind blowing all around them.
Now dried off and clean, Lola eagerly snapped her fingers and the doors opened up. Practically dragging the dragon to the bed, she threw him onto the mattress, where he landed with a meaty thud.
“Whoa! Someone’s eager!” he said, adjusting his wings from the landing.
Smelling the room, he detected a delectable scent in the air, one of strawberries and cream. Narrowing on the source, his focus came back to Lola as she leaned over the edge of the bed.
“Is that a perfume you put on?” he asked.
“Only for special occasions,” she said with a wink.
“For something like this?” Spike added.
She gave him a wink as she lowered her head towards his lap.
“Oh yes indeed,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss his cock.
She rolled her tongue along the bumpy ridges of Spike’s dick, quivering at the thought of how it’ll feel deep inside her. As she licked up his length, she caught a taste of his pre, her eyes widening as she clamped down to suckle his cock. The taste reminded her of a spicy popsicle she’d gorge herself on in festivals before she joined the police, and it kicked up a heap of neurons when she got a good stream of tasty cum from the dragon. Spike ran his clawed hands through her blonde hair, stroking her on and running circles around the bases of her ears. It drove Lola up the wall, having such an intimate part of her stimulated by such a sharp claw.
Spike could barely hold himself back anymore, and with a cry of pleasure, he pulled her ears down to ram his cock down her throat. Lola closed her eyes and relaxed her throat as molten hot dragon cum flooded her mouth. Lapping it with her tongue, she gulped down the lava-like substance, shivering as the warmth from it spread through her whole body. She could feel herself dripping on the floor as she almost came from the combination of sensations.
“Oh, sorry about that, I should have warned you,” Spike said. “You alright?”
With a loud gulp, Lola pulled off of him in one fluid motion, her hair flipping around as cum dribbled down her cheek.
“You know, firing a shot in an officer without warning can be considered a federal offense,” she said with a smirk.
Crawling up the bed, she sat on his chest, looming her dripping wet cunt over Spike’s snout as she squished his face between her thighs.
“I’m going to need you to file an oral claim on being a responsible citizen,” she said, pushing her pussy in his face.
Spike opened his maw, a hiss of steam rising up Lola’s crotch as the dragon’s tongue reached up to meet her pussy. She moaned as the flaming hot appendage penetrated her folds with ease, slithering up her insides like a vengeful serpent. Spike’s hands massaged her thighs and glutes as he took charge of the situation, devouring her insides like a ravenous beast. Lola’s hands found his scaly head, and she grabbed his rigid green fin as she rocked her hips, desperately face fucking the dragon.
“Oh, fuck, you’re like a wild Talsminiun going at a bowl of fresh meat!” she screamed.
Spike almost stopped his ministrations to try and understand what she said, but just assumed it was some kind of animal, and took the compliment.
Continuing his assault on her pussy, Spike’s right hand trailed upwards, groping her ass as Lola leaned forward, cradling his head into her bosom with an impressive display of flexibility. A flood of bunny cum washed Spike’s face with a scream of pleasure. He drank greedily, the delectable ambrosia of her love juices fueling his lust further as he could feel his cock harden once more.
In the blink of an eye, Lola released his head, backflipped over him, straddled his hips and sat upright against his cock. Spike blinked in amazement as Lola panted with need.
“Whoa,” Spike gasped. “That was-”
“Fuck me now!” she screamed, spearing herself onto his cock.
Spike hissed as he was taken to the tip of his knot in one swift motion, Lola’s eyes widening so much he feared they’d pop out of her head. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she shook a bit.
“H-hot,” she gasped, eyes unfocused as she reeled from the overwhelming orgasm.
All it took was one penetration, all twelve inches of rigid dragon meat plowing through her cunt with the heat of a thousand suns going in with one thrust, to bring her to cum again. She knew she was something of a hair trigger when it came to the real stuff, but she’d never experienced a sensation like this in all her life.
Looking down, she could see the dragon’s smirk as he took in the sight of the stunned bunny.
“I-I’m just, adjusting, is all,” she said.
“Same here, I’ve never felt anything like this myself.”
“Oh, is the big tough alien hunk a virgin after all?” she said, smiling.
“No, just that… this feels so much different from what I’m used to.”
Spike had slept with plenty of ponies, even a few Griffons and Changelings, though only a handful of dragons. In all his years, he’d never felt anything like Lola’s pussy. The entire thing pulled in different directions, as if each millimeter inside her was milking him individually. It felt like a part of her near his tip was suckling his cock, as if her pussy was trying to give him a blowjob without a tongue. It reminded him of when Ocellus wanted to try something she’d seen in strange Changeling pornos before anypony understood their actual anatomy.
“This is incredible,” Spike said. “So, you were eager to take charge. By all means, lead the way, officer.”
With that, Spike rested his arms behind his head and leaned back, eager to let the bunny take charge for the moment.
Lola picked herself off of Spike’s lap, hips trembling as she struggled to rise. The heat and ridges of his enormous cock shot through her nerves, leaving her in a state of overwhelming euphoria that she’d never felt before. Bracing her hands on Spike’s legs, she rocked her hips around, grinding her pussy lips on the tip of his knot. Her breasts bounced wildly as she did it, and she watched as Spike’s eyes were glued to them. She smirked, proud that her assets could captivate every alien she came across. A particularly hard twitch from Spike’s cock nudged his pointed, barbed tip against her G-spot, caressing it with a loving touch. Lola screamed as she came again, her pussy eagerly milking Spike once more. However, the dragon had yet to give, gritting his teeth and clenching his abs to keep himself from the brink of climax.
The bunny cop fought to stay upright when the dragon beneath her thrust up roughly, her sharp cry overwhelmed by the clap of her ass on his pelvis. With her control broken, Spike quickly flipped them over, grabbing Lola’s long legs as he laid her down on the bed. Caressing his hands along her thighs, he slid them up along her calves, his cock still entombed in her pussy. Eventually, he grasped her large bunny paws, pawing his thumb over her sensitive pink pads as she squeaked at the sensation.
“Well, guess these rabbit feet are giving me more luck than you now,” he said, pressing her feet close to her head.
The dragon now laid completely on top of her, his weight pinning her down into a mating press. His toothy grin sent shivers down her spine as the dragon gyrated his hips while he withdrew his cock. The agonizingly slow withdrawal saw Spike’s scepter grinding against Lola’s inside with excessive force, the officer chittering and moaning as he did so. Mercilessly and without warning, Spike slammed his hips down on hers with a resounding smack. Lola screamed as Spike’s cock tore through her pussy’s resistance, the barbed tip kissing the entrance to her alien womb, the orifice clenching and kissing out to try and drag his cock inwards.
Spike began pistoning his hips like a brutal jackhammer, fucking Lola into a stupor as her eyes crossed from the overwhelming combination of sensations the dragon was giving her. Again, she squealed as another orgasm racked her body, Spike moaning into her ears as he felt her pussy clench and squeeze around him intensely. He leaned up as he fucked her, admiring the look of an alien bunny girl rendered completely stupified by his cock. A primal part of him took great pride in knowing that, even with her apparent experience across the galaxy, none she’d laid with could compare to him, and it pleased him further to know that she’d soon be carrying evidence of this thrilling night for months on end.
With the thought of an alien carrying his seed enticing the dragon, he slammed his hips down and forced his knot into her with a loud pop. Lola’s screams reached the crescendo as Spike’s barbed tip slid into her womb’s specially designed sucker, the alien pussy sucking his cock in to accept his seed. A flood of lava set her nerves alight as the dragon’s seed spilled out in a torrential flood, her mind unable to comprehend the nirvana she’d reached at the moment. All she knew was that she definitely couldn’t let this be a one-time fling. What felt like gallons of cum flooded her womb, the dragon cock plugging her up ensuring Lola’s womb wouldn’t have one single spot uncoated. Her belly expanded to compensate for the sheer volume of cum the dragon poured out, quickly resembling a beach ball in a matter of seconds.
After several minutes of cooling down, Spike admired the fact that not one drop had escaped Lola’s pussy yet, and soon he worried that he might be stuck. A slight jostle of his hips later, he could feel himself pop out, a tidal wave of mixed cum spilling onto her sheets. He whistled at the sight of the cum-drunk bunny smiling as a river of spunk flowed out of her.
“Aw, why’d you go and do that?” she said. “Now you gotta fill me back up again.”
“Oh really? Eager to tempt me to fill you with a full nest of nymphs?” Spike said with a toothy grin.
“Absolutely,” Lola said before pouncing onto the dragon.
-Seven Days Later-
Lola groaned as she stretched, her uniform fitting a bit tight as she checked her office’s terminal. Behind her, Spike put his shirt on as he spoke.
“So, any updates on when the teleporter is fixed?”
“Well, according to the timer… it was done three days ago,” Lola said.
“Seriously? So we could have left three days ago?”
“Would you have wanted to?” she said with a smug look.
“Fair enough,” Spike smiled.
Lola punched in a sequence of commands and the ship hummed with power. She walked up to the teleporter pad and motioned for Spike.
“So you’re sure they won’t take this the wrong way?”
“Nothing will happen, trust me,” he said. “Besides, I can prove it’s me since I’ve got this,” he added, holding up his Ambassador’s medal. “May look plain, but it’s got a magical signature that can’t be faked. Once I show the Princesses this, they’ll help you find the creep.”
“I can only hope that he hasn’t taken advantage of anyone yet.”
“I’m sure my friends could handle it. I mean, I’m pretty sure he disguised himself as me, so we should be able to find him in a cell somewhere.”
“Alright. We’re ready to go, then.”
-Canterlot Castle-
In a flash of light, Lola and Spike found themselves in the midst of the castle, and a moment later, were surrounded by a group of Royal Guards, spears leveled and at the ready.
“Whoa! Let’s calm down there!” Spike said.
“Silence! We’ll not be fooled by another imposter!” one Guard said.
“Someone call the Princess, let her know we have an intruder!” said another.
Another pulled out a whistle, but before they could even put it to their lips, a golden blast of light revealed Princess Celestia. She stood tall and strong, her eyes narrowed on the two newcomers. Spike sighed in relief at the sight, though Lola gulped as she peeked the blue bloodstains on the hem of her dress.
“Hey mom, how have you been?” Spike said.
The Princess eyed up the dragon with a look of heavy scrutiny for a few moments. The air was tense for a moment until she shot forward, warping the dragon in her arms and screaming as she spun in a circle.
“My precious baby!” she squealed.
She showered him with kisses as the Guards moved between the Princess and Lola, the lot keeping their eyes locked on Lola’s face. Spike struggled to stop the smothering of his beloved mother, breaking away only when she permit it.
“Dear Spike, I thought I’d lost you,” she said, wiping her tears. “You wouldn’t believe the week we’ve had looking for you.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said. “I could have showed up a few days earlier, but… we lost track of time.”
Celestia looked up, eyeing up the scantily dressed bunny who waved nervously from behind a wall of spears and gold.
“Guards, stand down. She has answers to many a question I seek to ask.”
At once, the Guards stowed their weapons and stood at attention. Lola let out a breath of relief, though she still seemed nervous as she approached the Princess.
“Hello, ma’am. I mean, your highness,” she said, bowing. “Officer Lola Bunny, Galactic Patrol. I was chasing a criminal to your planet and I… accidentally apprehended your… son, by mistake. I have no excuse for my terrible decision, I should have been more observant. If you want me punished, I willingly give myself over to your judicial system to show the Galactic community’s willingness to build trust in any measure.”
Celestia walked a circle around the bunny, slowly stalking around as if she were a predator measuring their prey. Lola felt more like she was about to be eaten than when Spike had nearly bit through her neck when he got too into a bout of predator play. Lola could hear the sound of a few sniffs taken while the Princess stood behind her, and when she came around again, she was smiling warmly.
“There’s no need to worry, miss Lola,” Celestia said. “I can tell that you took excellent care of my son while he was in your possession. I thank you for your hospitality.”
Lola blinked, her shoulders relaxing immensely. Of course the ruler could likely smell the cum that likely permeated her very DNA after all the time they spent together.
“Thank you, ma’am. I’ll be frank with you, the criminal who I was chasing is likely still out there in either your country, or in another one. He’s a crafty monster, completely incapable of empathy and has abused dozens of innocents in his time. I could provide a description of-”
“A reptilian shapeshifter who bleeds blue?”
Lola stopped and looked down at the stains on the Princess’ dress once more, then realized how she got them.
“You apprehended him already? When?”
“Last week he attempted to have his way with several students in my apprentice’s school. They did not take too kindly to the fact that their beloved friend had been replaced by scum who tried to use his face as a mask. And I did not take too kindly to my son being stolen from me.”
Lola gulped as the Princess smiled at her.
“Don’t worry dear, I’m not mad at you,” Celestia said before leaning down to hug her. “Not when I know what you’ll gift me with in some time.”
Before Lola could recover from the statement, Celestia released her.
“Alright, if you want the prisoner, then I’ll bring you to him.”
-Dungeons-
With a resounding clank of metal, Princess Celestia led her son and guest into the Dungeons. A row of emptied cells greeted them, which eased Lola’s worries of finding a true dictator on the alien world thus far. At the end of the hallway came shuddering cries and pleads for mercy. Rounding the corner, she saw the criminal in his cell. His clothes were gone and his body was coated in scars, blue blood smearing the walls, floors and ceiling. He rocked back and forth on the ground, his eyes sunken deeply as he muttered about not falling asleep again.
“Uh, what did we miss?” Lola asked in confusion as Spike just stared at the blubbering mess that was the criminal that tried to take his place.
“A lot,” Celestia said as she stood over the creature that Lola was after.
“And what’s that you’re holding?” Spike asked, both confused and nervous of what happened while he was gone. He didn’t notice it before, but he could see what looked to be a whip laced in what looked to be very sharp spikes.
“Let’s just say that this freak you were looking for learned the hard way not to incur the wrath of a motherly figure,” Celestia said in a very calm tone, but Spike’s face was pale as to what torture he went through.
“I can see that,” Lola said, taking out a pair of magnetic cuffs. “Get up, scum it’s time-”
The prisoner slammed himself into the bars of the cell, desperately grabbing Lola’s arms.
“TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS FUCKING HELLHOLE!” he pleaded. “I’LL DO FUCKING ANYTHING! SCRUB MY MIND, RESET MY EVERYTHING, STRAP ME TO A BOMB AND SEND ME INTO THE FUCKING VOID OF SPACE SO LONG AS IT GETS ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”
Lola ripped her arms from his grasp and slapped the cuffs on him, the door opening as he stumbled out to grovel at the officer’s feet.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he said.
“Right… I’ll be right back,” she said, igniting her teleport homer.
In a flash, she left the dungeons, leaving Spike to gawk at his mother.
“What did you do to him?”
“What any mother would,” she said, kissing the top of Spike’s head.
-Canterlot Guest Room-
“Geez, that’s what you did to him?” Lola said in shock as she sat down with Princess Celestia and Princess Luna who casually sipped some tea, while speaking with the space cop.
“He took the form of my son and led me to believe that he was taken away, so I wasn’t in the mood to hear his excuses,” Celestia said in a calm tone.
“He learned the hard way not to incur the wrath of an aunt and a caring mother,” Luna added, also in a calm tone.
From day one, the rapist had been shown no mercy. When the students of Twilight’s school had learned the shapeshifter had taken Spike’s form, they had attempted to extract any information of his whereabouts from him by several means. Fire, beatings, mind probes, none had yielded any result. The shapeshifter had been begging for mercy and demanding a proper trial.
Then he landed in Celestia’s grasp.
The alicorn and her sister were relentless in their treatment of the alien. Celestia had used magics forbidden by her own laws, flaying the rapist alive and forcing him to heal through it while unable to pass out from shock. Bones would be shattered to dust by her myriad of weapons, forced to heal in ways no bones should be, only to be broken again and reshaped once more. Every night, Luna would enforce horrendous nightmares upon him, forcing him to experience unending eldritch horror and existential terror with no way of waking until she was done with him.
By the end of the sixth day, he’d completely cracked and admitted to using him as bait, and begged for death.
“Anyways, you’re telling us that you were meant to capture him, but you caught Spike by accident when he took the form of him?”
“Hehe, um yes?” Lola responded, a little nervous. “But it wasn’t my intention. I meant to go after my target, and Spike being kidnapped was more of an accident.”
“So is there any reason why we shouldn’t punish you for kidnapping a royal ambassador of our nation?” she said in a calm tone, but Spike and Lola could feel a radiating aura of evil from her.
“W-well, I suppose it would be in your rights a-as sovereigns of your own governmental body, b-but maybe we should run this through the galactic courts first? I mean, it’d be bad for the records if I don’t at least let them know why I won’t be reporting back.”
The Princess laughed gracefully.
“Oh please, officer, ease up, I’m only pretending. I can see clearly that you deeply regret what happened. Besides, my sister, Princess Luna, knew he was treated well on your ship while you two were trapped on the moon.”
“Wait, you could sense my ship? How?”
“My magic is aligned to the Moon on a level ingrained into my very soul,” Princess Luna said. “Everything that happens there I can see with great clarity.”
Lola blushed.
“Um… everything, ma’am?”
The Princess gave a smug smirk.
“Indeed. I must say, I think our dear ambassador quite enjoyed his stay in your care.”
The space cop gulped as she looked between the Princesses once more, taking in just how powerful they were.
“Wow. Not even our top Psionics could get a reading from that kind of distance. That’s incredibly impressive, ma’am.”
“Thank you, Lola. If there is nothing more, I bid you farewell and safe travels.”
“Of course, ma’am, thank you.”
“Oh, and do be careful with that unsightly criminal, I wouldn’t want the future mother of my grandchildren to be hurt!” Celestia said.
“MOM!” Spike shouted as Lola’s face burned red.
“You know, of all the crazy experiences I’ve had I never thought that something like this would happen to me,” Spike said as he was sitting with Twilight, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Starlight, and Trixie who were all outside on a bright sunny afternoon for a picnic.
“Spike, we get it,” Starlight said. “Aliens are real and you banged one. We know.”
“Seriously, it was three months ago,” Rainbow said, lazily kicking back on a cloud overhead. “I know I brag about plenty of my lays but you need to move on.”
“I wasn’t bragging!” Spike said. “I’m just wondering when something else is supposed to happen! I mean, Celestia and Luna are out there on a diplomatic mission but we haven’t seen anything from space come back in just as long. Yeah Lola was hot and all, but what if they’re raising an army or something to come down and rob Equestria of its resources?”
“What kind of things would they be stealin’ all the way out here?” Applejack said. “If they got spaceships an’ junk wouldn’t they just be able to get whatever they want by flyin’ far out enough?”
“Maybe we’re just really far away for most of them to bother,” Fluttershy said. “I mean, didn’t that police officer say that she chased him here, and they called it a ‘restricted zone’?”
“Fluttershy’s right, this sector of space is off limits for the most part,” Twilight said, pouring over a map the bunny had left for her as a gift.
“That reminds me, whatever happened to that ruffian that tried to pose as you after he was arrested?” Rarity asked.
“Lola mentioned something about, ‘servitorization’, so I’m not going into that, but given what that creep has done before he came here, I think he had it coming,” Spike said.
“What does that mean?” Fluttershy asked.
“Don’t know, but Lola said he should have off’d himself when he had the chance.”
The girls shuddered in fear at the thought.
“Well, all’s well that ends well, I guess,” Rainbow said. “You’d think a bunch of aliens crashing here would have done something, anything interesting at all, you know?”
Just as Spike was about to bite down on his sandwich, the crack of thunder above rang out as a familiar spaceship descended from the sky.
“Well, I think our esteemed officer has returned with the Princesses,” Rarity said.
“Right, I’ll go see them off. Spike?”
The dragon followed Twilight from the picnic blanket. As they prepared to teleport, Dash sat up on her cloud.
“Hey Spike, if you go bang your hot alien marefriend again see if she’s got siblings she’s willing to share with us!”
-Later-
“Are you kidding me?” Those were Spike’s exact words as we ran into the sexy space cop again as she was pushing a baby stroller in front of her with a friendly smile. Inside the stroller were at least six baby rabbit dragon hybrids in the basket. Twilight, and the others were pretty stunned to see the hybrids as well.
“I only saw you three months ago…” he added. “How do I have six kids already?”
“There was a little trait that Lola forgot to mention to you apparently,” Luna cheekily said.
“Yeah, I forgot to tell you that my species' pregnancy cycle is pretty short,” Lola said, playfully rubbing the back of her head. “Guess I never mentioned that it only lasts three months huh?”
“Three months… wait, were you in heat when you came here?”
“Yeah, funny enough it’s how I was able to blow the crook’s cover. My species’ homeworld was a high-level Deathworld, so to make up for our overall weakness, we learned how to reproduce faster than everything else on the planet could kill us. Our heat cycles around every three weeks, usually lasting a full week. My family’s actually a bit infamous for having smaller litters than most. I’m sure if you ended up sleeping with one of my coworkers, they would have put out at least twenty kids with everything you loaded me up with.”
“At least I don’t have to wait long to see the kids,” Celestia said casually as she walked over to see the cute hybrids in their cribs.
“Are you seriously not worried about this?” Spike asked.
“We get a good foothold in the galactic community, and I get grandchildren. So it’s a win-win.” Celestia said cheerfully.
“At least she’s happy to see them,” Lola added with a smile on her face.
Everyone just sat there shocked, unsure of what to think. Spike especially as he was now a father, and he only saw her three months ago.
Twilight was tentative, but proud of her brother for helping to forge a strong bond. Starlight and Trixie congratulated the couple, Trixie whispering to Spike to push the relationship forward. AJ and Rainbow exchanged money over their bets while Fluttershy and Pinkie guffawed about how adorable the little hybrids were. Rarity’s crooked smile and twitching eye betrayed her feelings as she slowly cracked the glass cup in her hands.
“So, no mean to be offensive, darling, but does everyone where you’re from dress like a maniacal slut on Nightmare Night?” Rarity said.
Shocked gasps and angry glares met Rarity’s question, though Lola looked confused.
“I’m sorry, the translator didn’t pick that word up well. I mean, yes, our clothes tend to reflect the society we’re from, and ours is extremely open and positive towards sex since that was our main survival mechanism. If you want, I can give you some of my own clothes to try out, though I think you’ll need to size them down to fit properly.”
While Rarity silently seethed and coped with the indirect insult, Spike’s mind couldn’t help but wander.
“So, all of the bunny cops out there are dressed like you, but are they all as… well, open, as you?”
Lola smiled as she pulled out another photo from her back pocket. “You should meet my partners some time as well.”
“Your partners?”
“Another pair of rabbits I know named Bonnette and Judy, as well as a fox named Nicole,” Lola casually said with a smile. “We’ve been together for years, so long that we’ve even considered forming a herd once we find a good mate. Be careful, though, they can get a little aggressive.” She then pulls out a photo of her squad mates that shows them in the same space suits that she and Lola were wearing, but they were all on a group photo of their joint graduation.
One of them was a gray rabbit with blonde hair like Lola’s but she had an aura around her that screamed sexuality as her presence alone if they ever met would give him an immediate boner.
There was another gray rabbit but she looked to be shorter than both her and Lola, with a noticeably smaller set of assets, and seemed pretty proud of herself as well, as she did a peace sign.
The last one was a red fox with a similar look to the taller rabbit, but she looked to be more sleek compared to the other two. Her orange fur did make her stand out as well as her emerald eyes, and bushy tail.
“That’s them?”
“Yep,” she told her. “I should mention that the leader of our team is a flirt.”
“Dear Lola mentioned something about sharing them with you Spike,” Cesestia added with a smile on her face.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Spike asked in annoyance as her face turned pink.
“How could I not? It’s a political miracle, the birth of my wonderful grandchildren, and I get to embarrass you some more! It’s a smorgasbord of so many things I love!” she said, giggling.
“Oh, speaking of,” Lola said. “Spike, I’m actually going to need you to come with us this time. Some ambassadors and scientists want to meet the sire of my little hybrids so we know how to properly care for them in the future. That, and my family is dying to meet you.”
Spike groaned as he realized that he was in for a wild ride.
Author's Note
Okay, this is gonna by my next entry for the contest, and it's pretty open ended, but I feel that I won't be able to write the next story in time by the time the contest is over. I do hope that what I provided for you all here, would be entertaining and a good setup for what I have in mind in the future.
