Explosions pepped the once prosperous city of Ponyville. Casting her gaze on the warzone as both ponies and her soldiers clashed below. Arlecchino was disheartened that things had to go this way, but her mission was clear. Find the gnosis that landed in this foreign dimension and retrieve it from these ponies. It was all for the good of her homeland and for the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. She will succeed no matter what it takes, even if it means destroying this entire city,.

"General." One of her subordinates approached and delivered an image to her. "We have chained up a dragon guarding this city. Not as big as the ones from our realm, but bigger than these merger ponies. Perhaps he knows where the gnosis is?"

The woman in a fine alabaster suit turned and took the picture from her subordinate. The dragon had similar characteristics to the dragons of their realm, but also more humanoid details. This creature was not a pure dragon, maybe a half, or what qualified as much for this realm. She would need a closer look, there was something else about him that she couldn't quite place yet. "Continue to monitor the battle in my place." Arlecchino saluted her charge and let her switch out. "I shall convince this dragon myself. Keep me posted."

"As you command."

With a plan in mind, the woman made her way down into the city proper, and the battle raging within it. With the ease of red wings, she cleared the fighting and landed on her airship where the portal key was guarded. Her soldiers bowed as she passed, entering into the bowls of the airship, she gave them a single message. "Take us home."

The airship rumbled beneath her feet as it took off, leaving behind the battlefield and the chaos within it. Within the deepest depths of the airship, she found the prison's new room. She waved away these guards too and opened the door. Her eyes narrowed as the details about the dragon became more clear. He wasn't anywhere near as big as the dragon back home, but he still stood just about her height. Best displayed as he was splayed over the table, facing her.

He did indeed have a lot of features akin to her kind. Standing properly on two legs in stark contrast to the four legs ponies. His head and muzzle were a far more common shape to a dragon, but his neck and chest were more akin to a strong humanoid male of her realm. Scales covered him like any normal dragon, but the scales were directionally opposed to them. Like a snake, but with full pectorals and abs. Not highly defined, rather slender as expected of a dragon, but also very defined.

"You're a dragon?" Arlecchino noted, setting the picture on the table between them. "And yet, not quite..." This close she couldn't deny the sense that she felt early. The dragon was rather handsome in a very strange way. Though the look of defiance in his eyes was the opposite. She smiled softly and raised her hand to his shoulder.

"I am a dragon!" The purple and green beast shivered away. "Why did you attack my home?!"

Arlecchino paused and lowered her hand. The dragon had a good point, why was her homeland attacking this one? A simple search was all she needed to do. However, her gaze came upon a twisting mountain outside the window as they rose higher in the sky. The city named Canterlot was there and the greatest insult of them all. "We wanted to find the alicorn named Twilight Sparkle... and her master, Celestia..." She hissed at the mere mention of that name.

"Why?" The dragon asked again, the confusion growing on his face. "As I told your guards, I don't know what this gnosis even is?"

"Liar... This Celestia clearly knows what it is, why else would she steal a name so holy in our realm." She growled as her gaze fell back on the dragon. "She is a fake goddess, a mockery to the holy land of Celestia. You will tell me where she is and where the gnosis is?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about!"

She stopped her boot at the dragon's answer, leaning inward. Arlecchino knew his statements would stay strong. Far more so than any of her kind, that was proved in his eyes. The unwavering pride of an adult who stood guard over these lands for years. Such determination was intoxicating. He would have made a fine addition to her own forces had these events played out differently.

"So you will not give me the information willingly..." The Harbinger ran her hands over his smooth scales, taking the time to feel and appreciate the refined muscle and shape of his form. Standing this close was needed to show off her rage and malice, but she also was having a hard time hiding her blush. His physique was a sight to behold, to crave and mold. The only thing keeping her from acting out was the need to maintain the appearance of a cold leader.

"Why should I betray the trust of my friends." He growled at the woman, his tail and wing twitching ever too tightly in their binds. "Even if I did know anything, I would never tell you."

"Such loyalty, I would expect nothing less from a dragon." She smiled and leaned back, her hands leaving his chest. "However, this is a situation we cannot have." Her eyes leered away to the whip hanging from the ceiling. A perfect tool to break his resolve, and make him bend to her. She grabbed the weapon and wrapped it around her hands. "Perhaps you need some incentive."

"What are you-" Spike flinched and groaned as the woman brought her whip to bear, striking the dragon on the arm. There was power behind the swing, but not as much as he expected. It seemed strong at first but felt more tender at the end. Another hit came with a similar outcome, and two more, gracing his body with malice, but also something else he couldn't catch yet.

Was this woman toying with him? He glared at her, only to flinch as a fifth swing hit his chest, sleeking down his belly and around his crotch. Spike gasped and groaned at the hit. The soft pain was followed by a sensation he hadn't expected, something hot and warm, running through his body. It started with a shiver and ended with a twitch. "What are you doing to me...?"

"Breaking you of course." She cooed as she stepped around the table, her hands sliding across his chest and over his shoulders. His eyes were left wide as the whip voiced around his throat. But that wasn't the greatest shock, rather it was the tenderness of her lips gracing his cheek. The touch was almost loving, caring even. "I have seen your kind before. Stubborn and headstrong, and yet weak and pliant under the right grip!" She began choking him out.

Truthfully, her plan was to brutally torture him for all his worth, break him under her boot until tears flowed. However, his moans and the closeness were fracturing her strong and cold facade. The burning in her chest and her nether region were driving her to a different method. Something much more personal and intimate that she didn't consider once with other prisoners. But, he was so loyal to his ponies, so strong and handsome. It was something she hadn't done in a while, a long-forgotten thrill was returning.

Her smile grew bolder as she tightened the whip around his shoulder so as to not kill him, but still add to the fear. "If you give up the gnosis and tell me where Celestia is, I shall stop the pain."

"Never." Spike tried to fight her words, but the pain in his collar was too much.

"Good boy." Arlecchino purred and dropped her free hand down his chest and over his pocket. He gasped and grunted at the touch, the pain becoming pleasure for a moment, before returning to a burning. His hips rolled as the heat built up. Both were left wide-eyed at the large erection growing out. She didn't know what to say or think. He did indeed have many manly features but this this size and shape of this shaft would leave even her most staunch guards fully blushing.

Spike himself was left speechless at his body's reaction with a few thumps against the table. He hadn't thought about anything like this, especially not now. But the pain and the pleasure mixed together were causing him to grow excited, even more so when the woman's fingers traced the length.

"A dragon's anatomy in this realm is most interesting." The Harbinger chuckled and continued to work the meat stick to shape, adoring the multiple bumps underneath and pronounced base. This would be a challenge for her, and one she would accept without hesitation. "You will tell me the information soon enough."

"N-No, I will not betray my friends!"

Arlecchino tightened the bindings around his hands and wings, working the cock to full stride and giggling every time his body bucked upward. She had done this plenty of times before with men and women alike, but a dragon was a new experience. The hard exterior and the soft flesh made the perfect blend for her needs. The woman had to hide herself behind him while questioning, less he saw the full blush or sense the thoughts flooding her mind. "Tell me the location, and I will stop the pain."

"Never." His words were strained as the pain and pleasure began to become overwhelming. The cock was hard and throbbing, the mixing of the two senses was a maddening dance and left him moaning and quivering for more. If this kept up, he wouldn't know what to do, he'd be lost in the feeling.

The Harbinger giggled and dropped her hands lower. The cock was a nice shape and size, but what caught her eye were his balls peeking out of the pocket. With a quick tuck and yank, they slipped out and between her fingers. They were soft and firm, and so heavy too. She was going to enjoy playing with him, but the information was the top priority. "If you will not tell me, then perhaps I will have to force it out of you."

Spike groaned and whimpered as the woman began to kneed his testes, digging her fingers deep under and around. His whole body quivered as the pain became overwhelming and the pleasure made him melt. "P-Please, stop."

"Give up the gnosis and I shall."

"N-No."

Arlecchino chuckled as his resolve crumbled before her. Her fingers danced across his balls and up to the tip of the cock, working it even faster now. She was starting to enjoy the process now, the pleasure in his voice was becoming more pronounced and her legs were quivering with anticipation. "If you cannot hold back, then give into the pleasure. It is better to surrender than to fight the inevitable." She was saying it as a mercy for him, but also couldn't deny the burning she was craving. This was quickly turning from a tortures feast to a full desire for a damn good fuck.

She didn't want to admit it, but she wanted him now. To taste his lips and to take his length into her body, to feel that strange shape destroy her pussy in ways no male from her realm could ever do. It was a shame he would have to die once she was done, his body and spirit would have made for an amazing ally, or at least a fine bed partner on those cold nights where she could let her tender side out.

"No, I won't. I-I can't. Please, just stop!" He groaned and grunted, his body squirming in his bindings, only to find himself unable to pull free. His eyes winced tight, feeling his edge approach. "I need... I don't need..."

"Yes!" She kissed his cheek again. "Give into the need!" Another kiss pressed against his jawline and another over his chin. "Let me see it, cave into the desire!!" With that, she locked lips with the dragon, much to her regret. His moans were sweet and tender, his tongue was sharp and hot. It was intoxicating and she was losing herself in the process. She was meant to stay in command, but this might have been getting out of hand.

Spike moaned and groaned, the mix of his pain and pleasure was driving him crazy. His whole body was burning, his mind was reeling. There was a lot he didn't understand, but what he did was that he needed to cum and now. "No... I can't tell you... I won't cum!!" Too late, his eyes flared open, and pushed her face firm onto her mouth, returning the kiss as his tip flared shots of white all over the floor.

The two lost themselves in the sudden bliss of a sweet kiss. Arlecchino's cold composure was completely fried and sweat dripped tightly against her clothes. There was a lot of passion and lust in his actions. He was a bit clumsy and awkward, but he made up for it with his fire and spirit in his breath. It lured her over him, walking around and dropped her pants, ripping off her fine alabaster suit and climbing onto his waist.

She didn't want to resist anymore. To see the defiance and willpower burn bright, but also to have him cave under her desires was an intoxicating cocktail. One she had to have him right now. Throwing her cum soaked gloves to the side, she took a firm grip on the sharp shaft and lined it with her pussy. The first touch alone was already leaving her more heated than ever.

Spike groaned as he felt her drop onto his cock. His eyes widened at the sudden warmth and wetness, trying to throw her off, but the binds were too strong. Her pussy was tight and constricting, the bumps and shape of his cock made her moan and grunt at the awkward insertion. He wanted to get away, to stop the madness, but it was futile. Her breasts were on his chest, rubbing and stroking his scales, sending him shivering and quaking his cock into full stride again.

"That's it." She purred and grinding her hips over each bump, pushing him deeper and deeper into her body. She could feel him squirming and moaning beneath her, and it only made her more lustful. Her hands ran up and down his sides, tracing every muscle and detail with her nails, feeling his skin tense and relax. The dragon was such a fine piece of work, and now she was having her way with him.

"W-Wait... please, don't..." His words were deafened as she worked the crank of the table, tipping him back to get better leverage. This was bad, the dragon was left with his eyes staring at the woman riding his body with reckless abandon. Her words of venomous malice were gone and replaced with her moans. The woman's hair was a total mess, hanging freely over her shoulders, her chest bounced over him, and her smile was wicked and wanting.

He couldn't deny his feelings, she was so beautiful. Even if she was as pure white as the Rarity he loved so dearly, and her eyes a deep and alluring red. It was still a sight to behold, a woman with such a body was making his body burn in ways he didn't know possible. Every time she rose and dropped, his mind was left spinning. Far from his first pussy, tenderly enjoyed Rarity and even Gabby plenty, but this was a different matter entirely.

For her, the feeling was the same level of uniqueness. The bumps on his dick, the odd shape and size, the tightness of her walls around his large girth, and her own lustful reactions. All of it was driving out her resolve into utter craving. There was a part of her mind that wanted to go slow, to tease and to savor, but there was another side that desired the rough and primal. All her desire for answers faded with each time it spread her out. Her hands gripped the table tighter, her hips dropped harder and faster, and her moans grew louder.

Spike grunted as she dropped hard and fast, the woman's breasts bouncing and rocking against his face. It was so hard not to give in, to fade into the same lustful bliss on her face. Everything about her was amazing and wonderful, the smell, the sound, the feeling. It was so hard to focus on his thoughts of escape. He could see Rarity and Gabby, his dearest friends and princesses, but the image was fading the more his cock was churned by her walls.

His mind was breaking, his body was shaking against his bindings. His willpower was being destroyed in a lustful deny to breed. She was too good and her hips were moving faster and faster. Her moans were ringing in his ears. The burning in his stomach was spreading out. He could feel his edge approaching. It was the only thing pushing him onward. His hips began to thrust back with greater resolve. The dragon had to stop her, to throw her off, and break his binds before the woman took his seed and his spirit.

"Yes... yes!" The Harbinger purred and moaned, the dragon's movements were bringing her closer to her end. Her mind was in such a blur she could barely hear the table creak from the force each fuck back into her. The longer they went out, the more the table would cave under the stress of such a beast dominating her. She knew it, but it didn't matter, nothing else mattered right now. Not the fact he was a dragon and she was a human, nor the fact she was interrogating him for information. The gnosis was just a faded bliss as she edged to her peak.

Spike's mind was fading too, he couldn't hold out. He needed to stop her, to fight his own desire. The dragon bucked and fought against the binds. Her moans and the heat were driving him wild. His mind was reeling with her lust and want. He couldn't hold back, his edge was coming, and with it his end. He had to break free and now! Pushing forward with all his might, green flames peppered out of his mouth.

Arlecchino cried as she was thrown back and forth over the cock. The bindings were beginning to rip and the table was starting to fall over. It was almost like a wild beast was trying to break free and ravish her. Such thoughts destroyed all her logic and left her shuttering, hoping he would press her down onto the floor and flood her with so much white bliss. She'd have loved to see him do that, to watch his form and spirit crumble as his seed filled her womb.

However, as the table failed, a tiny piece of the dragon's will overcame the woman's lust. He threw her off his cock and caked her in all the white that was meant for her womb. She groaned and shivered, her whole body covered in a thick blanket of the warm seed. Each burning hot rope left her climaxing in response. Her mind was too far gone to consider anything else, even the information she had been after. All the woman could think was bathing in the white shower as she fell unconscious.

"Damn it..." He was annoyed the blast came but relieved that he didn't cave into her desire to be bred.

Spike grunted and pulled off the bindings on his hands, legs, and wings. Rising to his feet, Spike took a moment to gather his bearings, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. However, the smell of the room made his eyes flare up, but he had to ignore the mess he made and run for it. Pulling himself back into his pocket, the dragon slapped his legs and flared out his wings.

"Sorry, lady..." The last words he gave to her as he ripped open the door and rushed out.

His mind was a flurry of confusion and embarrassment, the images of the woman's naked body and her smile flashing through his head. The dragon ignored them, making his way up the airship. He dashed through the heavy doors, the creaking hinges almost a protest against his escape. The corridor stretched out before him, long and winding, each step filled with the weight of urgency. The walls, adorned with strange symbols and flickering torches, bore the mark of a place that felt both alien and ominous to him. Yet Spike pressed on, driven by the instinct to survive and the hope of returning home.

As he raced up to the top floor, his heart pounded in his chest. He could hear the distant sounds of guards rallying. They were no doubt in pursuit of him. His lungs burned, and his legs ached. Soon enough he reached the topside and glanced out to the world around him.

Much to his confusion all the buildings nearby did match his home at all. None were familiar, but all looked very similar to the ship he was in. Indicating that he had been taken to their home realm. That didn't matter, all that mattered was he could find a way to return to his home.

"Don't let him near the portal key!" Voices echoed around him. Turning to see two guards between him and a strange looking pair of scissors floating in a glass chamber.

Spike felt a flicker of desperation igniting within him. The sight of that thing. Whatever it was, they called it a portal key, pulsating with a strange light, filled him with hope but also panic. His way home, but at what chance.

The guards met him with fierce determination, steel clashing against scales as Spike weaved through their weapons, utilizing his agility to dodge their strikes. His claws carved over the glass chamber. In a moment, it cracked and shattered. The portal key falling into his clutches.

With no time to waste, Spike took the scissors and began cutting. Much to his amazement the fabric of reality tore open, revealing a swirling portal. Slowly opening it revealed a place with building made of black diamond, and a sky in a constant state of solar eclispe. This didn't match his realm at all. However, the sounds of guards and the dominating woman were echoing out behind him, making impossible to figure out what was wrong.

"I'll try my luck here!" He jumped through the portal.

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Author's Note

So where is Spike going? More ladies await on his journey home. Those strange scissors aren't from Genhsin Impact? Who will he run into next? Check my latest blog where a full list of possible ladies and rules if you want to add your favorites.