The Dragon's Hoard

The friendly banter and gossip died down when Twilight Sparkle strode into her classroom, head held high.

“Good morning, everypony.”

“Good morning, Princess,”everypony chimed back.

“I sure hope everyone did their homework last night.”

Covering her giggle with a wing at the grimace of a few colts in the back, she gathered the papers towards her with a flash of purple magic, albeit strangely slower than usual, and with a bit more strain.

“Did something good happen, Princess?”

The purple alicorn started and turned to Smolder. The sunset coloured dragon had her usual playful smirk, but the rest of her showed it for the falsity it was: her blue eyes wide and dilated, her nostrils flared and taking in deep breaths, her claws extended and nearly cutting little holes into her desk, her tail swaying restlessly behind her.

"I'm sorry?"

"You just look so happy today is all. Practically hopping around like Pinky Pie. Did anything interesting happen? Did you meet someone, maybe?"

The class held it's breath in anticipation, and when Twilight's only answer was to blush, the room was a chorus of excited murmurs and disappointed groans from some of the colts and fillies who'd had a crush on their teacher.

She let them get it out of their system for a bit, taking the time to write down the lesson plan on the chalkboard. For her own entertainment, Twi made sure to sway her flanks even more than usual, smirk growing as she heard the pained groans of her admirers increase in intensity at the sight of her fat pony cheeks jiggling with every step. Smolder was the only one not joining in on the revelry or the lamenting. She simply sat, eyes narrowed, thinking deeply.

Once the lesson plan was down on the board, Twi gestured for Smolder to follow her outside the class.

Outside the door, Twi slipped back into her more typical demure attitude.

"Thanks for joining me, Smolder."

Smolder didn't answer, just raised her brow in a silent question.

"Today's lessons are going to be about dragons. Since you're the only dragon in class, I just wanted to say if you have anything to add or if anything makes you feel uncomfortable, feel free to let me know."

Smolder looked her teacher up and down for longer than Twi thought was strictly appropriate, took a deep breath and met Twilight's eye.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll do just fine, teach. You seem like you know a lot about dragons~."

She strolled back into class, leaving a blushing, flustered Twilight to try and put herself together. By the time she was able to cool out long enough to put herself back in teacher mode, the situation in class had practically turned into a turf war, though for some reason it seemed to be over whether the one to have claimed her heart was another member of the Mane 6 or by some bird named Mordecai.

"Alright, alright, let's settle down, everypony," Twilight eventually called out. "Gallus, Ocellus, don't think I didn't notice your missing homework. See me after class, please."

"Aww man!"

"Now then, today we're going to go over Dragons, their biology and how best to befriend them."

Twilight did her best to smother a chuckle at the first thought she had: 'and after last night, I'm practically an expert on the biology aspect'

********

Earlier

Spike pulled his face out from Twilight's fat pony cheeks with a wet squelch, then cupped her face and brought her in for deep sloppy kiss, letting her taste her own mess with such passion it stole her breath away.

He'd done it the night before too, just before they'd fallen asleep; taken a big mouthful of the shit and cum mixture leaking out of her gaping ponut and had kissed it into her mouth so sloppily flecks of it still stuck to her muzzle.

One of the first things Spike had done when they woke that morning was stop her on her way to the toilet with a firm smack on her ass.

"From now on, you don't wipe. You're my property, so I'll clean you as I see fit."

When his tongue was fully cleaned they finally separated, brown tinged spit linking their mouths together.

"Good morning…..to you too…..Master," Twilight managed to get out in between gasps.

"Heh, such a good Pony, acclimating to your proper place so quickly. Come on, let's have breakfast. We've got a lot to talk about.

******

Spike took a big bite out of an especially juicy ruby, chewing slowly to savour the taste.

"Seriously Spike, Rubies for breakfast?"

"What, if there were any day worth celebrating, it would be today. Today Celestia's sun rises over the first day of my glorious conquest."

Twilight's heart fluttered. She didn't know why, but hearing her master talk that way was so arousing to her that she had to shift her hindlegs a bit to ease the building tension.

Spike took another bite into his ruby, this time chewing slowly, thoughtfully.

"I found the dragon encyclopedia, Twi. It was well hidden, i'll give you ponies that, but if you really didn't want me to read it you should have destroyed it."

"Destroy a book!?" Twilight couldn't have looked more horrified if he'd suggested burning Equestria to the ground. "Never!"

Spike smirked. "I found that we dragons, we're not like you Ponies. Friendship, cooperation, monogamy; those are constructs made by Ponies, for Ponies. Dragons don't ask, we take. We don't cooperate, they conquer, anything and everything they can. It's built into our very core, it says, our bodies and our souls."

Twilight could only nod along.

"When a dragon wants a mate, it takes them and it rapes them until they're his forever. Though I guess I don't have to explain that part to you, eh Twi?"

Twilight's throat almost caught with the sincerity in her voice when she replied "And I am so thankful that Master Spike chose to rape my worthless Pony holes and make me his broodmare. I've never been so happy!"

Spike rewarded her devotion with another sharp slap on her ass, loud as a whipcrack and making her stinging cheek jiggle like pudding.

"Gah! Thank you Master!"

"Now, before you head to school, there was another spell in the Encyclopedia Draconis that we have to do."

"School? Master doesn't want me to quit and stay at home full time for him to pump me full of his little foals and fillies?"

Celestia, how am I going to get anything done with a broodmare like this, she's even hornier than I am!

"As tempting as that is, having you at the school is absolutely vital to my plans. I need you out there keeping on eye on everypony, swaying them with your words and your body, ok? I need you in places of influence, and I can't do that if your stomach's grazing the ground because it's so full of our children."

"Yes, master…." The Alicorn had the gall to look disheartened that Spike wouldn't be breeding her immediately. Such was the power of a dragon's bond. She was an innocent virgin less than 24 hours ago!

"Now, this will weaken your telekinesis for a while, I'm afraid, but it'll be worth it. In exchange, you and I will be able to speak to each other telepathically whenever we want. No limit on distance whatsoever. You could be off in Klugetown or Cloudsdale and I could talk to you like I was right next to you."

"That's amazing! But can't you technically do that with your letters? Fire them over to me anywhere, I mean?"

"Ahh, but anyone can see that, can't they? They can't see me giving you a mental order. Discretion, that's the name of the game here."

"Oh Master Spike, you're so smart!"

"Tell me something I don't know. Now, you're going to go teach class like normal, alright? Tonight when you get back, we'll go over our plans of who to conquer."

"Yes, Master Spike. Can I have a hint at least of who you want in your harem?"

Spike's eyes blazed a bit with his internal emerald fire.

"Everypony."

*******

"Thank you everybody, have a wonderful rest of your day! Gallus, Ocellius, don't think i forgot. Can I see you for a moment?"

Smolder could hear Twilight giving the two her iconic gentle scolding as she left the classroom. Spike leant against the edge of the building, eyes only for her. Well, that wasn't true, he was eyeing every single ass that walked by, but she could feel his intent solely on her.

"Hey Smolder, surprised to see me?"

The orange dragoness snorted indelicately. "Hardly. I could smell your claim on that Princess from a mile away. You weren't exactly subtle about it."

"Guilty as charged." Spike moved towards Smolder and traced a claw across the scales on her slender hips. "But then, subtlety is a trait for cowardly little ponies. Dragons have no need for it."

Smolder lifted an appraising brow. "Well well, look who finally grew a pair."

Spike kept up his calm, in charge demeanour, but inside his mind was racing. Smolder didn't move his hand away, she wasn't skittish to physical attraction like most ponies were, so Spike cupped her waist and got a good feel.

So much different than Twilight, with her smooth hard scales over lithe taught muscle. None of the jiggly squishiness of Twilight's fat rump, and yet it still sparked the fire inside Spike just as much.

He nodded over towards the forest.

"Mind if we take this somewhere a little more private?"

Smolder chuckled at the sheer transparency in Spike's claim. Flexing her wings out to full length, she lifted off the ground and hovered next to him.

"Only if you can keep up," she taunted, then set off as fast as she could.

Spike's grin took on a feral tone. "Oh yea, that's more like it," he growled, then launched off the ground as hard as he could after her.

*********

Back inside the school, Gallus and Ocellus were finally freed from their reprimanding and walked back to the Young Six's usual hangout spot.

"That bad huh?" Yona asked, noticing their drooping heads.

"A whole essay! A whole essay on what we learned about dragons today!" Ocellus shuddered at just the thought of all the work she had before her.

"Oof," Sandbar winced sympathetically. "I told you to do the homework, man. The Princess doesn't mess around with that kinda stuff."

"Yea yea, whatever man,” Ocellus shrugged, wanting to move past it to worry about it later. “Let's get outta here. Where's Smolder?"

Silverstream shrugged, no mean feat to do while simultaneously hovering in place. "She bounced as soon as class ended. All she said to me was for us not to hold up."

That made Ocellus raise an eyebrow. "Weird. Wonder what's so important she had to ditch us."

"She was acting weird today," Gallus chimed in. "Did you see the way she was looking at the Princess?"

Silverstream snorted. "Uh yea, everyone in class looks at the Princess, dumb dumb. You'd have to be either blind or dead to not stare at a rump like that."

Silverstream, unsurprisingly, was in the *has a crush on Twilight Sparkle* camp in what would hence be known as the Class Waifu War.

Gallus shook his head, inadvertently puffing out his electric blue feathers. "This was different! I could swear she looked….jealous."

********

The wind caressed softly over Spike and Smolder's body as they flew over the beautiful land of Equestria. Gradually the pristine architecture and bustling crowds of Ponies of every variety putting in their daily work turned to lush grassy hills and little Colts and Fillies frollicking at play. Seeing a single dragon flying was a rare event for them, let alone two, and they shouted with excitement and waved their hooves up at them.

Spike smiled and waved back. To any onlooker, and to the little ponies themselves, it seemed just an innocent friendly act of a nice dragon. Because of course, how could they have known that Spike was looking at their tight nubile bodies with unabashed lust. That he wanted to grab that colt and pump his tight little ponut full of his seed until his belly was swollen, feminized until his cock had shrunken to the size of a little clit. That he wanted to hold that filly by her mane and fuck her face until she vomited half digested hay fries on his cock. He almost crashed into a passing bird, he was so distracted by the thought of all those young ponies with rumps raised and tails flicked to the side, begging him to breed them.

Smolder looked back at him flailing and trying to upright himself after the near collision and rolled her eyes. She seemed to be able to practically read Spike's mind. She wasn't, of course -she had a good many talents, but magic wasn't one of them - but she had a good idea of just how debaucherous the young violet dragon was.

Spike had caught up to her, but intentionally chose to stay just behind her, not only for the view of her delicious dragon ass, taught and raised for more streamlined flight, but for the way the wind behind her was laden with the enticing, spicy scent of her pheremones.

Past the rolling hills they came to a forest, rich in massive trees of all varieties, fruits and flowers of all shapes and colours spread out as far as the eye could see. Here and there, paths were lined out for ponies to prance through. Spike always thought how weird it must feel not to be able to fly, to be forced to trod on the ground all your life. He and Smolder soared far above them, cutting straight through the forest for a small, hidden alcove, far away from any pony path.

Landing with extra flair to make up for his earlier stumble, Spike looked around. Contrary to most of Ponyville, this little clearing was more rocky than most, and warmer from the direct sunlight on their surface. Unequivocally, this was a place for dragons.

"You like it?" Spike turned to see Smolder draped across a hot rock, wings spread out for maximum sun coverage. She looked relaxed, but her blue eyes never once blinked as she watched Spike.

Spike took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

"It's perfect. What better place to actually give in to our dragon instincts."

"So, you finally found out, eh?"

"No thanks to the ponies. I had to find and take the information myself."

"Fitting, wouldn't you say?"

Spike chuckled. "I guess so. When did you find out?"

Smolder languidly rose from her rock and stretched out her muscles, giving Spike a show in so natural a way he couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not, then hopped from rock to rock with graceful ease.

"Oh I found out years ago. I wasn't content to be the Ponies' little lapdog following their hooves, like you."

Spike's eyes flared up, fangs slowly bared in a snarl. "What did you say?"

Smolder bared her fangs back, hers in a savage smile.

"You heard me. And even then, didn't even have the balls to go after one of your own kind, a girl with claws and fire of her own. No, you had to go for one of those soft, safe, squishy little ponies, because that's all your bitch ass could handle.”

She opened her mouth again to continue her beratement, but whatever she would have said next was lost in a flurry of claws, growls and gouts of green and pink tinged orange fire. The stones below them were scorched black, gouges were clawed out of tree trunks and clouds above them were dispersed as their battle raged through the sky and across the ground.

*******

Over in Maretime Manor, Celestia looked out the window in time to see the flashes of fire tearing through the sky.

“What on Equestria is happening over there? Those ponies sure get up to some crazy stuff, don't they?”

Then, as sudden as it started, the commotion and fiery flashes stopped.

********

Spike had the orange dragoness pinned to the ground on her side; her arms pinned behind her back and held in place with one arm, wings crushed by Spike's body as he spooned against her. She still squirmed and thrashed around, but he had her dead to rights and they both knew it. He was bigger and stronger, and he had leverage from their position.

His free hand roamed across her tight small body, her squirming only making it even hotter for him, with the way her lean muscles shifted beneath her sleek, sensuous orange and cream coloured scales. He trailed his hands along her toned stomach, her lean thighs, up to grope her mouth watering boobs. They were a far cry from Twilight's in size, but they were none the lesser for it.

Unlike the scales covering the rest of her body, the pale plates covering her breasts were remarkably soft and pliable, and sported big pale pink nipples that were, if anything, even softer and more sensitive than most pony's were. They were just the right size for Spike to cup in his hand, further proof that destiny had it's hand in bringing them together.

“Hey, who said you could touch those!?” Smolder snapped, still trying to squirm out of Spike's grasp and occasionally bellowing out a gout of colourful flame.

Spike acquiesced, taking his hand off her breast long enough to give her a sharp slap across her face. That finally stopped her struggling, shocking her enough to give her pause.

“You're not fooling anyone you little slut. We both know you want me to force my cock into this tight little dragon cunny and rape your womb until you're tummy swells with my hatchlings.”

She would never admit it, but Smolder had never been more aroused in her entire life. Ever since she'd met the purple dragon all that time ago, she'd been waiting -oh so eagerly waiting - for him to grab her, force himself inside her and claim her as his mate.

She didn't have to admit it verbally anyway; Spike got his confirmation beyond doubt when he dipped his hand between her thighs and felt the sheer gushing slickness of her scaly cunny. He smirked and brought his hand up to her face, spreading his fingers to show off her arousal covering his hand.

“That's what I thought. Now spread those thighs, give me easier access to your slutty holes.”

“.....N-no.”

The word had barely left her mouth before he slapped her face again, smearing her face with her own juices to add to extra humiliation.

“Don't say I didn't try to make it easier on you.”

Digging his claws into her inner thigh hard enough to make her gasp from the pain, he wrenched her thighs open and forced his cock all the way into her slit.

Both dragons gasped at the same time, their bodies going slack against each other for a moment as their brains took a moment to comprehend what it was feeling: that this body was absolutely perfect for them.

Spike wasn't exactly an expert on vaginas - he'd only first experienced one yesterday for Celestia's sake - but even at first thrust he could feel the difference between laying with a pony and laying with a dragoness. Twilight had felt absolutely amazing, all the cum she'd wrung out of him was proof of that, but Smolder's dragon cunny felt like it had been made specifically for him. Incredibly hot, her walls clung to him like she was holding on for dear life, and shallow enough his head was kissing the opening to her cervix.

Smolder was having a similar epiphany. Spike taking what he wanted had been sexy enough, but she'd never imagined he'd feel this good. In that first hard, balls deep thrust, his cock had pressed just about every one of her sweet spots. No other toy she'd tried had been the right shape or size to hit every one! Smolder bit her lip and grinned.

Oh this will be a first time to brag about.

If she'd harbored any worries that he might want to take it slow, they were dispelled the instant they adjusted to the pleasure rush. Spike rested his hand on the slight curve of her hip, caressing it lovingly before firmly holding it for leverage, then used every ounce of strength in his mighty body to start thrusting into her as fast and hard as she could.

“Fffucck!” The word was ripped from her throat, no, from her very soul. The pain and pleasure together, the sheer sensory overload, were melting her mind to the point that one word was the only thing she could say that truly encompassed how she felt.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuccckkk!”

Every thrust of Spike’s huge cock felt like it was tearing her in half, violently forcing her young virgin cunny to stretch far past it’s limits. Every time he sunk balls deep his head forced even her cervix apart, fucking her in places her body had never meant to be fucked. By all rights it should have been a harrowing, horrible experience.

And yet.

The grooves and curve of his cock hit sensitive spots inside of her she hadn’t even known. And even when he was being oh so rough with her, the way he gently, almost tenderly caressed her hip, her stomach, her breasts. The little growls and grunts he made into her ear - noises she was pretty sure he didn’t even know he was making - sent shivers down her spine, but nothing compared to the tingles she got when he started giving little love bites and licks up her neck and across her shoulder.

The paradoxical combination of him taking what he wanted with no regard for whether she could handle it with him doing small gestures of appreciation and want; it was everything she could have asked for in a dragon mate.

Spike for his part had been digging down deep into his willpower to not cum since practically the first minute of fucking. The way her hole was suctioned around his member like it was trying to wring the cum out of him, the way her surprisingly soft and pert ass bounced and jiggled ever so slightly against him every time he thrust in, the constant stream of expletives, accompanied with a veritable orchestra of moans, groans and whines; all of it worked in tandem to make not cumming instantly quite the lofty goal indeed.

Smolder had long since dropped any semblance of resistance. She bounced and pressed back against his cock, doing her best to match his pace. Her movements were somewhat awkward and jerky, having no real experience with using her hips this way, but frankly, Spike had only just lost his own virginity yesterday. He wasn’t exactly using wild techniques she couldn’t grasp. Soon enough she was keeping up with him, and she allowed herself a quick tired smile in between her own moans when she heard the difference in Spike’s voice.

“Grr ohh you little fucking slut,” Spike growled in between his own strained gasps. The gravelly words were whispered directly into Smolder’s ear, sending shivers through her body all over again. “You want my cum that badly, do you? You want me to fill this fucking cub pussy with my hatchlings?”

“Ffffuccck,” Smolder replied eloquently. Her true answer came in the way she ground and rolled her hips into Spike, fucking him in ways Spike had never felt before. They both knew it was coming, neither of them could last even another minute at this rate. Her tail wrapped around his waist and pulled him in closer, making sure he couldn’t possibly pull out. Spike brought his hand down and looped around her leg, lifting it up high so he had as much access to go as deep as possible, then nuzzled his face into her neck.

Biting down on her neck hard enough to bruise and scratch the scales, Spike buried himself to the hilt in the cloying grasp of her tight dragon cunny and came. Rope after rope of burning hot fertile dragon cum flooded into her, along with the masculine dragons grip on her neck, breaking down the young dragon’s willpower in an instant and sending her over the edge.

“FFFUCCKKK,” Smolder growled out, climaxing harder than she ever had before, clamping down so tight around Spike’s cock he half worried she’d break it. They stayed in that position for a while, neither willing to move while their genitals were so hypersensitive. They simply remained frozen as statues save for the panting, basking in the afterglow.

Ever so slowly, they eventually untangled themselves and laid back against the soft grass. Dribbles of cum leaked out of Smolder’s slightly gaping pussy, running down her tail to stain the grass below. Spike noticed and cast a glance at her.

“Try not to lose too much of it, wouldn’t want to lower the odds of your clutch being fertilized.”

Smolder snorted a laugh. “Oh, by Celestia, you were serious! I thought that was just dirty talk in the heat of the moment!”

Leaping off from the ground, she hovered above the prone dragon with a sneer, undermined only slightly with the occasional glances she gave his limp cock.

“Don’t you know anything about your own kind? Female dragons can’t conceive hatchlings outside of their breeding season. You really are a failure of a dragon aren’t you, I can’t believe I chose you as my ma-”

She was cut off by the male dragon pouncing from the ground in a violet blur, grabbing her roughly by the throat and slamming her back down into the ground, knocking the air from her lungs. Claws unfurled, Spike struck her once across the face. Leaning in close so his face was inches from her, he snarled, gouts of bright green flame leaking from each end of his jaws.

“It seems someone didn’t learn their place the first time,” he hissed, punctuating every other word with a harsh slap against her face. “The only thing your body exists for is my pleasure. So rather than use it to spew obscenities at me, I’ll teach you to use it as it was made to be used.”

Flipping her over, he pressed her head down into the ground and yanked her harshly by her tail, forcing her small butt high into the air to present her holes. He’d already tasted the pleasure of her slit, now he wanted a joy closer to his heart. Her tight little tailhole, a spot of pink amongst the pale cream of her under scales, just begging Spike to be raped. He considered, for a very brief moment, spitting on it to give her the slightest amount of lube for what will certainly be her first time taking it up the ass.

Then he thrust in as hard as he could.

The ground muffled her screaming so hard it tore up her throat. It felt like Spike was splitting her entire body in half with every thrust, amplified with how harsh Spike was digging his claws into her petite butt. He kept his hand on the back of her head, grinding her face further into the dirt with every savage thrust.

“You like that?” Spike growled into her ear. “This is all you're good for. You’re just a bunch of holes for me to use.”

Her reply was lost, as muffled as her screams had been, but this Spike gave just a bit more credence. Ripping his cock out of her brutalized tail hole, he flipped her around with all the delicacy of a wrecking ball, and rammed back in. “You were saying?”

Whatever assuredly profound statement she had been bellowing into the dirt was lost entirely, replaced with soundless screams as her torment had increased further than she’d thought it could.

Spike didn’t like that. He wanted to be able to hear the effect his cock had on his fucktoys, and endeavored to spark some life back into her by sinking his teeth into her small excuse for a breast. That got the screams flowing again.

“There we go. Isn’t it freeing, using your mouth for what it was made for? Well, actually, I can think of a good few other uses for that mouth pussy.”

Keeping her pinned to the ground, he tore his cock out of her ruined rectum once again and brought it up to her face, dragging it over her bright orange scales, smearing her face with leftover cum and ass juices, not to mention the traces of shit here and there. The compounded smell and filthiness burned in Smolder’s nostrils and left her gasping for air.

“There we go, that’s the only makeup that sluts like you should ever wear. Now you look like a proper toilet. But look, you’ve made such a mess on me. Be a good girl and clean that for me.”

Lining up his cock with her already open mouth, he plunged his entire cock down her throat in one brutal thrust. Smolder’s eyes bulged open and she gagged furiously, hands pounding against Spike’s thighs in a vain attempt to get him to let up, but the sight and sound only spurred him on further. Firmly grasping the conveniently handle shaped horns at either side of her head, he pressed her even further down until her face was mashed up against his pelvis, tears running rivets down her sullied face, spit bubbling up constantly. She constantly tried to move her tongue away, anything to not taste her own ass, but inadvertently lashed at his filthy cock with her tongue.

“Ah, and of course, we can’t forget the other use of a toilet.”

Spike sighed in relief as he let his bladder go, dumping acrid piss directly down her throat and into her stomach. In a spark of cruel genius, he didn’t stop thrusting her head on his cock, essentially fucking the piss into her.

Pulling back out of her throat just before she would have fainted, he was greeted to a cacophony of coughs and sputters and gasps, only to then promptly silence them with his ass. Wrapping his tail around her head, he held her in place and planted his surprisingly thick, sweaty ass down on her muzzle, making sure to line his dark green tailhole right up against her open mouth. Grinding back against her face, he bounced hard a few times, noting with glee her grunts of pain.

“Worship.” It was a simple command, which are the most powerful kind, and she set to it with a fervour that bordered on the religious. The snuffling, slurping, kissing and licking of every possible variety that followed would have made the cheapest of prostitute blush in shame, yet she did it with relish.

Whatever it took to please her owner.

*******

Twilight Sparkle waited outside her home, eagerly waiting for the moment she saw her master return home. She planned to give him the most warm welcome a boy could ask for. She shivered again just thinking about having his thick shaft inside her again, and once again repressed the urge to touch herself.

When she finally saw him round the corner, she pranced over to him, so happy she was practically hopping like Pinkie Pie, before she stopped dead in her tracks. Walking along just behind him was Smolder, one of her students. She looked like she’d just been in a hardcore gangrape, which of course meant simply that Spike had treated her how he liked to.

That wasn’t what gave her pause. She knew the way Spike’s tastes ran, as well as his insatiable lust for essentially everything with a pulse. It was one of the things she loved about him.

No, what gave her pause was the delicate way Smolder’s tail interlocked with his, and the sheer, unparalleled smugness on her face. She all but sneered at Twilight as they walked past her into the castle, even going so far as to give the purple pony a swat on the butt. Sticking her forked tongue at her, she mouthed the words “Master has a new favourite” to her before disappearing behind the castle door.

Twilight stared, mouth agape, for a few very long seconds. Then said the words that would initiate a rivalry that lasts a lifetime.

“Who in Celestia’s green flat earth does this dragon cunt think she is?”