SILC Episode 3: Ragitha's Plea
Spike was so lost again. One minute, he was trying to find a way home, and now, he was in a realm of toys and childish delight. Everywhere he turned, he was faced with new things to play with and try to distract him from finding those scissors that brought him here. His head was swimming and his mind was clouded with eerie joy. Here he was a full grown dragon, far beyond such childish stuff, yet they kept lingerie in his full field of view.
He didn't know how, or why, but there was no doubt about it. This reality had a strong grip on his mind, a sort of foggy buffer preventing him from thinking about his escape. His eyes lingered on the bright colors and the fun games that lined his path, tempting him to sit down and enjoy. No matter where he was going, his heart kept him in a childlike state, preventing him from being too concerned about getting home. All this stuff was so alluring into the idea of kid-like content.
Let his parents deal with the problems of home, the voices would whisper to him. No, he didn't have the kind of parents. He was raised by strong and honorable ponies. His big sister, princess of friendship, taught him to stand up, never cave to such obvious illusions. Obviously, everything here was fake, painfully so fake, yet still so tempting. The only thing that could keep his mind on track was the deep fear clawing at the back of his spine.
It was telling this was far worse than some simple childish illusion. Convincing him that this had to be a vicious and manipulated trap. It was all a lie, the fun, the games, the cute dolls and plushes, even the cute toy ponies were only a facade, hiding something darker and evil.
"Don't mock me!!" The voices somehow knew Spike's every thought and emotion, always countering any form of resistance with more toys and utter delightful colors. "I won't give in to such childish things, I will fight you!!"
"Childish things?" The voice was so sweet, a soft and loving tone of a good father. "You wound me, Spike." The dragon turned to find a towering blue teddy bear, smiling happily. It jumped up and down, echoing the voice's words. "Why would you be so hateful to your new family?"
"Family?!" Spike stepped back and tried to find his anger again. He didn't want to let these things break him, but it was so hard. There was a sense of warmth, a love that he had been searching for a long time. No, it was a lie, he could sense that as clear as day. "Stay back..." Fire pepper up in his mouth.
"Why? You wouldn't hurt your new brother!!" With that, the towering plushie collapsed onto Spike. He reacted the only way he could, blasting fire out upon it. This changed things somehow as the voices gasped in utter horror. The green flames tore apart the teddy bear revealing a black mass of static and ooze. "Brother no!!" The toy cried and melted before Spike's eyes.
The dragon stared at the remains as it shivered down and over the floor. Everything the black mass touched lost all color. It was as if his one act of violence was enough to crack the illusion and reveal green lines of data. Spike took a moment to watch the childish visage slowly fade away, listening to voices panic in utter confusion.
'Wow, I've never seen Cain react like that?" A distinctly separate voice echoed behind Spike, drawing his attention.
"W-who's there?!" Spike spun around and faced a simplistic female doll with a stitched face, one button eye, and very fake red hair in a purple dress. She seemed just as childlike as the rest of the realm, despite her height more akin to an adult.
"My name is Ragitha..." Her voice was so soft and kind, yet her attention was so confusing. She didn't look at him once at all. Rather, her whole gaze was captured by the green flames. Just before it slowly faded away, she reached out and touched it. Spike tried to stop her, but much like the floor and the teddy bear, her reaction to the flame was starkly different from normal objects hit by his power.
The small green flame traveled up her arm, burning away the childish illusion and revealing normal human skin. Slowly it stopped at her elbow, but once gone the colorful illusion slowly returned. With what little time she had, she caressed her real hand over her fake face. "I missed this feeling so much."
"You're not a toy, are you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes and no…" A soft, and sorrowful tone emerged from Ragitha’s lips. Her real hands reached out, brushing against his scaly face. The connection felt surreal as if she were anchoring him to a reality that was slipping away from her. "Everything in this cruel world is trapped in a childish state… except you." Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of longing and sorrow as she took his claw in her hand, the cold toy touch slowly returning.
As she led him away from the disarray of the bedroom. They only regurgitate from the outside world, yet with their own levels of illusion. Spike felt the weight of her words wrapping around him like vines. This place, an intricate maze of fragmented realities, held secrets deep within its walls. Opening one door alone ushered them into a long, dimly lit hallway, flanked by several bedrooms that seemed to come out of nowhere.
Each room was a snapshot of distorted, false childhood innocence: grotesquely cheerful toys with vacant eyes, crumpled blankets that seemed to whisper forgotten stories, and echoes of laughter that morphed into cries. “This place is not just a shelter; it’s a prison,” Her voice was bittersweet. “Cain is the physical manifestation of a sinister power, a god whose voice resonates through the very ether of this domain. He crafts our realities, reducing our existence to mere playthings within his grand game.”
“What do you mean?” Spike asked.
“I was once a lovely dancer, a woman of refine grace and beauty, revered for my luster shape, and form. This realm stripped away my physical form, absorbing my essence and trapping me in this doll-like figure.” She stopped, opening the door to her bedroom and leading him inside.
“Is there a way to break free?” Spike inquired, a flicker of determination igniting within him as he met her gaze.
With a gentle, yet resolute nod, Ragitha tightened her grip on his claw. “One of us tried to find a way out long ago." She sat him down in the center of her room and sat on her bed, opposite him. She turned over to a picture of that person. "Pomni came here a few years before you did... She fought so hard to defy the will of Cain..." Ragitha's words shivered as if these details were so much harder to get out than the simple glossary of details earlier. "She became obsessed with the idea of home, of seeing her old life again." She pulled the picture into her chest. "I tried to convince her such thoughts were pointless, there was no escape."
Spike felt the valor grow in him. He stepped off the floor and onto the bed, wrapped one arm around her. "You gave up hope unlike her."
“No, she gave me more hope than ever…” Ragitha whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she leaned her fragile form into Spike’s side. “Her defiance stole all our hearts... until Cain grew tired of her... And... And...” The words faltered as the pain of loss threatened to engulf her, and Spike felt it all grip his chest.
It was clear that the burden of grief weighed heavily on her shoulders. As she struggled against the onslaught of her memories, the aching truth settled in: the illusion of a perfect world had shattered, leaving only the raw remnants of her heartache. “Please... I need... I need,” she choked out, and Spike's eyes widened in a moment of painful clarity.
With a mighty roar, Spike opened his mouth, flames licking the air around him. The heat enveloped her in a soft warmth rather than searing pain. As the fire touched her, something miraculous happened. The illusion that had so cruelly imprisoned her heart began to crack away like fragile glass. She gasped at the realization, the sensation releasing her from the chains of this hell.
Ragitha's true self was revealed: striking features framed by vibrant red hair, one eye glistening with unshed tears that told stories of profound loss and longing. The illusion ebbed away, and in its absence, the realness of her sorrow emerged. Unable to hold back any longer, she collapsed into Spike, sobbing uncontrollably over the absence of her friend, grieving the life that had been so brutally severed from her.
Time blurred as the two shared the depths of their emotions, with Spike holding Ragitha close. The world outside continued its chaotic dance, but within this sacred space, they found solace in shared grief. An hour passed, with it a brief eternity spent unraveling the sorrow into threads of acceptance and release. When Ragitha finally pulled away, her tear-streaked face remained fragile, and the illusion of childish innocence began to creep back over her features as if it sought to reclaim her once more.
“Ragitha,” Spike's claws traced a tentative line down her cheek, each stroke a reminder. An anchor reminding her of the tangible world, of the realness of feeling and emotion.
“I want…” she began, but the words faltered in her throat, entangled in a web of unsaid desires. Time eluded her as she searched for the right phrase, her breath mingling with the heady essence of the moment. She could feel the vibrant colors of this cruel reality trying to steal back her emotions from swirling around her like a storm of desire, a release. “It’s been so long... I need…”
Her only good eye locked onto Spike’s comforting gaze, and the hue of courage and something else began to replace the shadows of hesitation. With no time left to entertain doubt, she launched herself toward him. As their lips collided, it was not just a meeting of flesh but a cathartic release of everything she had locked away. The kiss was hesitant yet electric with bold and lustful passion.
Ragitha's tongue pushed hard against the dragon's fangs, begging to be allowed in. Her heart beat faster, and the world melted away into a haze of pleasure and need. Spike could barely defy her strong need, slowly opening, only for her tongue to wrench its way inside and beat his cheeks into submission. His whole body felt so warm as she pushed him back onto her bed and pressed her legs around him.
His heart was racing, his body hot and sensitive, but this time was different. There was no force behind it, no manipulation of his emotions and mind, just a natural, powerful reaction to her body. After so many fakes and falsehoods, it felt so tempting to lean into her desire and crave the taste of her mouth. She was a woman of beauty and grace, one who had suffered deep in this childish hell. She was broken and hurt, seeking solace in his touch. He wanted to help, not with magic or power, but with the one thing his body could offer her.
With his body pressed firmly beneath her, she let her hands slide over his neck and shoulders. The sensation was intoxicating, sending waves of excitement cascading down her spine. Her doll-like hands ranked against his chest, trying to memorized his incredible features. Ragitha could feel every fiber of her being coming alive, yearning for more. The cruel and false finger tips stopped upon his hips as a final trip rang out.
The whole room flares with a loud noise, breaking the lustful thirst. She snapped out her trance and looked over the place. Her whole room flared with red and blue lights. The illusion over her face returned with faster and crueler glee, trapping her within the doll state again, even as she forced the face away from Spike's jaws.
"Cain! You !#$@#!!" She growled out words covered in censored bars. "Let go of my /!#$@#$@# mind." She stood up on Spike's, trying to grind her doll like body against his crotch. "I want him... I need..." She tried to hold onto the pleasure, but it kept fading away into cold and hateful squeaking sounds.
Spike was in a total mess of confusion. His heart raced, feeling the raw intensity of the connection he shared with Ragitha. Her quilted skin bore her desperation, enhanced by the erratic grinding of her hips against his crotch. Each sudden thrust, each twitch of her limbs, bespoke a yearning that clawed at Spike’s heart. She wanted to experience the warmth of his embrace with her real body, to merge their worlds in a way that transcended the boundaries that held them apart. That thought twisted like a knife in his gut, compelling yet terrifying.
But the constraints of this realiy loomed over her. Features softened momentarily, despair etching lines across her flawless face. With an impulse he could no longer suppress, Spike shot up from the bed, each nerve ending crackling with the energy building inside him.
“Ragitha,” He pinned her body under him, his voice low. The ferocity of the action a stark contrast to the tenderness he wished to convey. His heart thundered in his ribcage, a primal rhythm that echoed the ambivalence dripping from every moment they spent together.
Instinct took hold as Spike opened his mouth wide, the sensation of control intertwining with a surge of power he could no longer contain. Green flames erupted from him, engulfing the room in a blinding inferno that felt liberating and perilous. The vibrant false colors of the world outside were swallowed whole as his fiery breath transformed the landscape.
The room faded into a blackness and green lines of data. Only the faint silhouette of her real body remained, barely visible. As the flames reached her, it tore off the entire facade in an instant. Her doll-like appearance cracked away in the green light, revealing a busty naked woman under neither the dragon's hips.
Her soft, pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. A mane of red hair framed her stunning features, and her curves beckoned to Spike with an intensity he could no longer resist. His erection rose out of his pocket. He grabbed her hands and held them against the rim of the invisible bed. She opened her legs and let the cock sheath into her pussy.
Her eyes widened to the sudden intrusion. It was in such stark defiance to all her memories of such an act. It wasn't forced, violent, or cruel. No, it was gentle and slow, yet deep and intense. Her gasp soon morphed into a soft moan as she surrendered to his will. His shaft filled her to the brim, and she clenched her teeth in ecstasy, relishing the sensation of having her most intimate part invaded after so very long.
Her walls hugged tightly onto his dragon dick. It had been so very long since she had anything inside her, and his sheer size was more than enough to make her whole body tingle with lustful excitement. She didn't know if he could get any deeper, nor cared it he broke her after just a few thrusts. As long as she got the chance to feel the lustful desire of sex once more.
Spike's tail swished softly over the bed as he started to thrust. His body trembled as he fought against the instinct to dominate her. Ragitha's cries urged him on, a beautiful melody of rapture that fueled the passion building within him. Each thrust was tentative at first, trying to not break her long of tempered frame. It felt as tight as a virgin, yet she was riding back with the effort of a very experienced whore.
"Oh yes..." Ragitha panted, her nails digging into his scaled forearms. "So hot..." Her back trampled hard against the bed, bouncing her large breasts free at long last. She wanted to feel every part of him, to lose herself in his embrace. His fiery breath, the warmth of his cock, the intensity of his presence. All were a reminder that he was real, that he could break her out of her toy prison and help her find the way home.
"Please... harder," she whimpered, her hips bucking in sync with his.
Spike leaned up and began grinding her up and down over the bedframe. She felt a sense of pride, knowing that she had done this to him. To see such a mighty beast, one who had reduced the world around her to smoldering ruins. She had been able to break his iron will and unleash the beast within him. Her body shook with utter delight at each thrust.
In the background, a frantic voice cut through the haze of fervor. “Spike! You need to stop! Right now!” Cain demanded. "This is not childlike behavior. If you keep going, I will be forced to stop your little game." Despite his attempts, the words could reach them in their utter bliss.
Spike's gaze flickered back to Ragitha, who seemed scarcely aware of Cain’s pleas, her own eyes aglow with an almost feverish anticipation. She was lost in the throes of passion, her mind consumed with desire and the desperate hope of freedom beyond her grasp. Green fire peppered forth in his mouth again, making the dragon flick his head around. False colors daring to return were vaporized. The illusion continued to panic away from his raw power.
He knew he had to hurry before the game master was able to stop their lovemaking. It had been so long since she felt this, and Spike would not allow himself to take it away from her. He knew this was wrong. After being captured the first time, he swore never to turn his back on Rarity and Gabby. Midna had helped him heal, but now it was his turn to help someone else heal. His claws rested upon her breasts, squeeze and pinching them.
She cried out, a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her back arched into his palms as she rode the intense pleasure to a peak. She knew she would cum, and that this would likely be her last chance ever. "Fill me, Spike!" she cried, her whole body tensing. "Make me yours!"
Spike's eyes widened at such a cold and cruel offer. She was in such a haze of lust, there was no way she was being serious. What could possibly happen after she returned to her doll state? Would the seed simply vanish? Would a possible offspring be trapped in a horrifying shell inside her for all eternity? He didn't want to think about such things, but her moans and thrusts were urging him closer to the edge.
"Enough, stop mocking me!!" Cain's voice rose with vivid fear, his illusionary powers were nothing against this intruder. All of this makes him regret taking those scissors away from the beast. "Stop defiling my precious realm!"
"Ragitha... I'm..." Spike's words came out as a deep growl, a plea for her to understand what was at stake. He had given up so much in order to find a way back to Rarity and Gabby
"No, don't you dare!!" Cain's voice came out the loudest yet as the black mass and the green bars under them rose up. The data attempted its best to wrench them free.
The dragon on pure reaction, wrapped his body around her. He had to protect her from the cruel force. Reality faded away, returning them to a room of false colors and childish toys. Spike was back on his belly, holding the Ragitha's body under him. Both of them panting from the high, Ragitha unaware and she get grinding against him to the finish. "Please... Ragitha... Don't!!" He winced and let out a low cry, his body convulsing with the force of his release.
The woman let out a powerful scream as his cum blasted into her. Her eyes glazed over, her expression frozen as her orgasm cascaded in the same moment. Her whole body twitched and shuddered, her hips gyrating against his pelvis. For several long moments, their bodies remained interlocked, the tension slowly draining away into a blissful stillness.
"No, no, no!!" Cain dropped the scissors onto the bedframe. "You win, you bastard. You win!!"
The confrontation reached a fever pitch when Cain snapped his fingers with a fury that seemed to crack the very fabric of the surrounding air. In an abrupt and violent motion, he pulled Ragitha off Spike, sending her careening against the wall like a discarded doll. “How? Why? I gave you everything, Agatha!!” His words, laced with betrayal, struck with a weight that resonated deeper than mere anger.
Agatha. The name hung heavy in the air, a bell tolling the end of an era. It was the name that had long been buried beneath layers of manipulation and forced identity. Hearing it, her heart jolted, a spark of recognition igniting within the haze of her manipulated consciousness.
At that moment, she trembled before the flickering shadows cast by Spike and the chaotic energy swirling around her. Each fragment of her past clouded her vision, demanding to be acknowledged. Agatha’s true form lay hidden in a realm of shadows; locked away in a land devoid of light, where fake flowers danced against a false colorful background. Everything beautiful was suffocated under layers of artifice.
As the reality of her identity rushed back, her heart ached not just for freedom but for the very essence of who she was: Agatha. Her gaze fell upon the scissors, the very instrument of potential salvation. The dragon's words from before, how it allowed him to travel the realms.
“Spike…” She called, her voice dripping with a blend of hope and urgency, weaving its way through the chaos. His frills perked up at the sound, his instincts propelling him toward her.
His determination crystallized, and Spike felt the weight of their shared plight ground him. With eyes narrowing, he resolved to act, rejecting the puppet strings that sought to bind them. He lunged forward,, defying the god of this realm and tore her free. With a decisive slash of the scissors, they found a way out. The vortex opened to another unknown realm.
They didn't have time to question where this would send them next. Spike wrapped his arms around her and crossed the threshold into the light. Agatha, no longer Ragitha, felt her true essence pulsate back into a proper locked state, free of that damned doll form. Her face had returned to its former glory, her skin no longer stitched, her hair no longer fake.
As the portal closed, Cain reached out in vain, calling out his last cold words to her. "No, this is wrong. You won't escape your fate out there!!" He was silenced in an instant.
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The world outside the realm had returned to its usual chaotic and wild self. Agatha was no longer a doll. She was a living and breathing woman, free from the curse and shackles. Free from the lies and deception of a cruel and sadistic god. And she craved this freedom, more than she could imagine. She could breathe the fresh air, taste the cold breeze, and feel the soft grass under her.
However, quickly an obvious problem presented itself. Upon landing in the new realm, both were greeted with screams of utter horror. Obvious the literal dragon appeared in the middle of a medieval town, but also because of the naked lady that was running around with him.
Agatha covered her large and perky breasts and tried her best to hide her private areas with her other hand. However, it was impossible to hide her curvy and beautiful body. She was naked, and everyone had a clear view of her body. "I'm real again... I'm utterly naked!!"
A crowd had gathered around her, gawking at her unabashedly as Spike attempted to mend things by wrapping her in his wings. Their eyes darted along the length of her body, pausing on certain regions, making her blush even more. A mixture of shame and excitement bubbled within her, and she found it difficult to suppress a squeal of utter embarrassment. Spike tried to calm her down, but a new voice approached them.
"How dare you dragon, crashing upon these poor citizens?" A golden knight walked forward, with an arrogant tone and a sword aimed right at the beast. "Taking a lovely woman hostage and defiling her in such a way by stealing her clothes!" His gaze narrowed and his rage increased. "Take stead, my name is Emile Bichelberger, and I shall sway you."
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Author's Note
Out of the frying pan and into the oven. Also, what could Cain's final words mean for Spike's new ally?
