This is NOT what is looks like!!
"Prepare to meet your end, dragon!" Emile proclaimed, his golden armor glinting defiantly with every word.
"Wait, wait, wait!!" Spike held up his claws to protect Agatha.
The duel commenced with a flurry of movement that bewildered any onlookers. Emile wielded his sword with skill and grace, each swing a testament to his training and discipline. Spike darted around the clearing, employing his agility to evade the knight’s onslaught while keeping the naked woman out of danger. However, the misunderstandings that had fueled their battle loomed larger than their conflict; each strike was not merely a contest of strength, but an echo of past grievances and miscommunications. It seemed unlikely that this knight would back down, even as their fight escalated into a whirlwind of chaotic desperation.
Yet, amidst the clashing of steel and green flames, an entirely new element entered the fray. A figure emerged from between the alleys. A mage with vibrant purple hair cascading down her back, adorned in a flowing blue dress and a darkened cape. There was an air of authority about her as the rest of the citizens lowered their heads in response.
With a mere wave of her intricately carved staff, the scene shifted dramatically. In a flash of brilliance, Emile was sent soaring backward, his golden armor glimmering in the fading light as he tumbled to the road, disarmed and bewildered. His sword, once a symbol of honor and valor, clinked softly against the grass, before floating back into his sheath.
"I think it's time to end this!" the mage declared, her voice firm yet calming. Spike and Emile, still reeling from the sudden interruption, shared a confused glance. The intensity of their battle dissipated, replaced by the realization of their whimsy and fury, which now seemed trivial in the face of this unexpected emissary of peace.
The spell that had brought them to a draw did more than separate the combatants; it skirted around the mishaps of their martial misunderstandings, offering them clarity in the chaos. The vibrant mage continued, "Battling inflated by pride is rather boring. Accept this moment to reconsider your strife."
Emile kicked the dirt on the road, annoyed that she would dare get involved in this. Just minutes ago, he was protecting this very mage. And now she dare stop their bout. However, once the air settled his eyes came upon the dragon protecting the naked woman by his side. "I... I'm sorry, loyal knight!" He stood up and took off his own cloak and throwing it to the Spike so Agatha could stop running around the scene completely naked.
"Very good, Emile." With the mage’s wisdom hanging in the air, the fire that had fueled their enmity began to flicker. The building, once echoing with the sounds of battle, now resonated with the potential for friendship.
“Perhaps we’ve both taken ourselves too seriously,” Emile admitted, a slow grin returning to his face. Spike nodded in agreement, a newfound respect blooming in his heart. "Thank you, Celestine Baudelaire, for setting me straight again."
"Okay then..." She giggled and blushed at his desire to stand strong despite all the embarrassment. Turning her attention to the dragon and the woman that landed in her city without warning.
Stomping her staff twice on the road and all four of them were teleported back to her castle. Spike and Agatha were greeted by a dimly lit chamber filled with peculiar artifacts and swirling potions. Spices of vibrant colors danced in the air, and the scent of ancient herbs. It reminded the dragon so much of the home of Zecora from her home realm.
“Welcome,” Celestine waved her staff over them, instantly learning their names and what brought them to this reality. "Spike of the realm Equestria, and Agatha of the realm Damned Toys, holders of... portal scissors?" She raised an eyebrow at that odd detail in their minds
“Spike,” Emile interjected, his voice echoing softly in the chamber, “You are a strong warrior, while a dragon. I must respect that detail.” He turned toward Celestine, a glimmer of trust in his eyes. "Can you assist the woman?"
Celestine nodded, her gaze fixed on Agatha. “We will find clothes that resonate with your essence, Agatha.”
With a graceful wave of her staff, Celestine conjured a swirl of silken fabrics, colors changing under the flickering torchlight. So many choices for the woman to choose from was a stark difference from the evil and simplistic toy realm kept giving her. As Agatha reached out to touch it, the fabric felt warm and inviting, stirring an unanticipated sense of belonging.
“Go on, choose any size or shape you like,” Celestine urged her as she led them away. "Meanwhile, dragon present those... scissors in the main room. I will study them through the night."
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Night fell upon the household and Spike and Agatha were given separate rooms to rest and relax while Celestine worked on the strange portal creating scissors. Spike's dreams are filled with nightmares about his home realm being invaded and how he couldn't save them.
The night settled like a heavy blanket, silent yet filled with an underlying hum of tension. As Spike lay in his room, the weight of his thoughts pressed upon him like the thickest fog. His eyelids grew heavy, but sleep offered no comfort. Instead, it enveloped him in a sinister embrace, drawing him into a realm where nightmares thrived, dark and unyielding.
He could hear the echoes of the battles fought, the cries of his kin reverberating through the darkness. Terrible creatures, shadows of the abyss, surged forth, invading the sanctum of his world. Each lunge and swat of their claws seemed to tear at the very fabric of his memories. Spike watched helplessly as the familiar silhouettes of his friends and family fell beneath the relentless tide of grotesque invaders.
“Why didn’t I save them?” he cried, his voice barely audible against the cacophony of destruction. A mixture of shame and fury welled up within him, igniting his heart with an ache stronger than any physical wound. He darted through the devastation, desperation fueling him, but every moment felt like running in place as the shadows loomed larger. The faces of his loved ones flickered past, ghostly reminders of who he had lost and who still needed him.
Back in the workshop, Celestine worked with proud determination and a clever smile upon the details of this strange magical object. The portal scissors was unlike any she had made before, breaching the boundaries not just between worlds, but timelines. If her calculations were correct, it could offer a route of power beyond her own.
******
Spike's slumber was creaked by morning and a loud yawn from his roommate. The noble knight, Emile rose up from his bed and laughed at something beyond the dragon's sight. His words bringing the beast to full attention. "Your cock needs attention too, huh!"
Emile, a noble knight clad in gleaming armor that shimmered even in the dim light of dawn, was rising from his own bed with the unrefined grace characteristic of someone unaccustomed to the early hours. His cheerful demeanor radiated an energy that had Spike's full attention, especially when Emile declared with a teasing grin, "Your cock needs attention too, huh!"
Spike's large form jolted upright at Emile's playful taunt, his heart racing not just from the surprise, but also from the mortification that accompanied it. The knight’s jest had ignited a response that left Spike in a particularly compromising position—his morning wood, much to his chagrin, was quite evident as it twitched slightly in the crisp morning air.
"Put that thing away!" Spike exclaimed, hastily covering his face with a large claw, though the redness creeping across his scales gave away his embarrassment.
Emile chuckled, a sound that echoed through the room like the call of a gallant rooster, "I will once yours is sheathed too!" With that, he sauntered with playful disregard to the bell mounted on the wall, which connected to the women's side of their shared estate. His cavalier attitude only heightened Spike's unease.
Time ticked away slowly in the awkward silence that followed. The knight stood at firm attention, swinging his cock around with anticipation, leaving the dragon utterly confused. What kind of scene had he found himself in? The sheer absurdity of it made him wish he could hide away beneath the sheets.
"Yes, yes... I spent all night studying those lovely pair of strange scissors." Her fingers wrapped tentatively around his base. "They should be ready for you to use once we are finished." Her sensitive touch left him even more conflicted, even more so compared to the sight of Agatha already drooling at the sight of her own morning feast.
But the unease the dragon felt soon transformed into a flare of nervous energy as the door swung open, revealing Celestine entering the room completely naked. He was utterly dumbfounded by her sudden appearance and their stunning looks, not to mention the way she was eyeing the firm cocks the two males were sporting.
Spike was about to say something when Emile spoke up first. "How rude of me?!" He gestured to Celestine, "Please, help the dragon too..."
Spike's jaw hit the floor as he was left utterly speechless. How could this noble knight make such a bold offer? Even stranger that the mage would just giggle and agree to such declaration.
Celestine leaned into Spike, pressing her perky tits against his scaled body. She kissed him gently on the cheek, before pushing him down on the bed. Her tongue traveled down his neck and over his chest, while her hand cupped his large cock. "Please, just relax."
"What about Agatha?" Spike tries to find a way to protest.
"She's taking a hot shower right now." The witch held up her staff and a soundproof spell flooded the walls of the room. She pushed him down firmer, dropped her face around his cock. "She won't hear a single word."
Her hand began to move, stroking him firmly and confidently, and Spike's eyes rolled back. "This can't happen again..." His body melted against the silky sheets, his hips rocking forward instinctively.
"Don't fight it." Emile walked over and spanked Celestine's ass. "Think of it as a reward for allowing my witch to study those scissors." His hands stroked over her back and guided her body into a better position in front of his own cock.
Her head moved between the dragon's legs, her tongue gliding across his cock, teasing his slit with a light brush. She moaned in approval at the taste, and the sound sent a shiver down Spike's spine.
"So, let us get started. We will give you a good morning!" The witch's body was a picture of elegance and grace as she straddled her chest around his balls, her curves flowing like waves as she lowered her mouth. "Afterward, you can take Agatha and yourself through the portal." With that Celestine dropped her lips over the cock, dipping it between her cheeks and teeth.
Emile smiled at her efforts and spread her ass, dipping his finger into her anus and earning another moan, echoing over Spike's cock. "Yes, yes, enjoy the front... While I attack the back door." The knight spread her asshole even more while rimming himself on her spine.
The dragon gasped as his cock was pushed deeper into the witch's mouth. He groaned and gripped the sheets tightly as she started to bob her head, slurping noisily and loudly on his meaty cock. Her tongue flicked his underside as she did so, teasing him relentlessly. The dragon could feel her mouth vibrate around his shaft, and his hips bucked forward much to his regret. He couldn't stop the sounds coming from his mouth, or the pleasure flooding his system.
Celestine's moans grew louder as the knight pressed his cock into her ass, his hands pulling her body onto him and pinching that lovely rear. Emile didn't waste any time forcing his length deep into her tight passage. He rocked his hips firmly, fucking her slowly but steadily, trying to not break the dragon on the other side. He leaned into her ear, whispering in a seductive tone. "Oh, Celestine. You're so tight today, your body is quivering!"
She popped her mouth off the dragon and kissed the knight's cheek. "Yes, please use you sword to help me slay the poor dragon's dick." Her tongue swirled over the tip of the dragon's cock. Emile's hand raised over her head and pressed it firmly over Spike's cock. She sucked him harder, gagging a bit and choking herself on his thick cock.
Spike couldn't resist the sight before him. His mind was in a lustful haze, his body craving the attention. He knew this was wrong, and yet the pleasure was just too overwhelming. His hands found themselves raised to take control of her head away from the knight. He gripped the sides of her cheek and began to stand.
"That's it, dragon." The knight narrowed his eyes and trained his hips. "Let us split this roast."
Spike stood up, holding her head in place as his hips pumped forward. The knight's body moved to match the rhythm, the two males fucking the witch from both ends. She moaned, gargled, and whimpered helplessly in the middle of them, her body moving along with the powerful thrusts. Celestine loved every second, of the rough and firm treatment.
Spike could see her tongue lolling out as his cock plunged in and out of her mouth. He could feel his balls slap against her chin, his shaft slipping into the back of her throat. He grunted as her lips stretched around his thickness, his own body growing hotter. His claws tightened their grip, wrapping around her throat.
The witch's eyes widened in shock, the air being cut off. The pleasure was too intense to fight back. All she could do was lean into it as both males used her holes. Her pussy gushed and clenched under the knight's cock. They weren't even done yet and she was already slowly breaking. The knight and dragon barreled her back and forth, driving deeper with each dip and thrust. Her muffled moans vibrated around one shaft, and her hips started to roll against the other.
"Don't get distracted." Emile smacked her ass hard, the flesh jiggling and bouncing with every movement. "Keep going!!" His cock pounded her faster, harder, deeper, stretching her ass to the limit. "Beat this witch, dragon. Beat her good."
Spike growled and pumped her mouth harder, his hips moving faster. He could feel his cock swelling inside her, his knot swelling up. He pulled her head in close, pushing her lips down to his base. Her lips locked around the knot and his entire length filled her throat. His knot stretched her jaws and filled her mouth. "Rarity..." His eyes winced closed. "Gabby..."
"Those must be some fine ladies to keep your attention even while... being satisfied... by another woman. Celestine, how does the dragon's cock compare to mine?" Emile smirked at her, knowing she couldn't answer him. "I asked you if it felt as good!!" He began fucking even harder.
The witch's body tensed as the two cocks assaulted her from both ends, and the knot filled her mouth. She could barely think straight, let alone form a coherent response. She was too overwhelmed, too focused on the sensation of being dominated by the two. Her anus squeezed the knight's cock, milking him.
The knight grunted, his own cock swelling within her ass. He could feel the pressure building in his balls. His thrusts became more erratic and wild. "Dragon! Don't you dare outlast me!"
Spike felt his knot pulse as it swelled in her mouth. "Don't worry about that..." He was so close too. His hips bucked and jerked, slamming his cock into her, fucking her mouth. He was lost in a haze of lust and passion, his eyes rolling back as his body shuddered.
Celestine's whole body shook, and her knees trembled with anticipation. Her pussy was dripping wet and her juices flowed freely. She wanted nothing more than to have both of them fill her stomach with their seed. The witch's moans grew louder, as if demanding them to finish, now! Much to the annoyance of the knight, both broke the load at the same time.
Spike's cock pulsed as his cum surged from the tip and poured down her throat. His knot expanded in her mouth, keeping her trapped there. The knight's cum was equally explosive. He buried his length into her ass, pumping her full of his seed. The witch's stomach expanded from both of them dumping into her.
The trio stayed there, frozen for a moment, breathing heavily, trying to regain their composure and the tips grew flaccid inside her. Their bodies were sweaty and exhausted, and their chests heaved. Slowly, Celestine dropped to the floor and gave a loud choking scream of utter bliss. The two males stared down at her bold smirk as she twisted around.
******
After finishing his own long shower, Spike cleaned off all the stains of the previous ladies. The dragon's heart raced with their lustful visages as the liquid drained. He was so confused, just what was he getting into? Once finished, he stepped out, only to meet a beautiful woman with red hair and streaks of purple, in a luscious blue, and one black glove. Her eyepatch over one side of her face made this clear who this was. "Agatha?!"
Agatha stood at the bathroom's threshold, her hands on her hips, a devilish smile spread across her lips. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Her breasts bounced playfully beneath her shirt as she pulled him out of the bathroom and toward the courtyard. "I'll be continuing my journey in the same direction as you."
"What do you mean?" The dragon's gaze trained on the one lone glove. Curiosity bubbling within him, Spike ventured to ask about them.
“Oh, this?” Agatha replied nonchalantly, waving her hand as if brushing off a gnat. "Just a fashion statement, something to match my eyepatch." Her voice carried a hint of mischief, but it was her quick dismissal that made Spike wonder what secrets she might be concealing. He chose to let it go, believing that there would be enough mysteries to unravel once they took the plunge into the multiverse.
Celestine stood off to the side in the courtyard, preparing the portal, her brow furrowed with equal parts concentration and frustration. The portal scissors proving elusive. “I can’t fully understand the properties of this magical object,” she admitted.
Despite her struggles, Celestine had gleaned enough information from her intense studies to inform them of their next move. "While I can’t explain everything, I can guide you to your next destination. Not Equestria unfortunately."
Spike's heart sank a little at the thought. He wanted to go home so badly, but couldn't understand why he could go home now. The witch's words rang in his mind and brought his attention to Agatha. "And you still wish to follow."
"You can't expect me to stay behind after giving me so much freedom." Agatha's smile was reassuring and confident as her grip on his claw was strong.
Celestine stomped her staff to get their attention back. "However, through this portal, there’s another pair of scissors in the multiverse." She floated Spike's scissors into his hands. "Maybe meeting with another owner can direct you to Equestria."
A mix of hope and uncertainty washed over Spike. The idea of traversing dimensions in search of knowledge was daunting but also thrilling. However, Emile gave the situation a more tangible sense of hope. With a firm grip, he presented Spike with one of his best swords. “You’re going to need this,” His gaze turned to Agatha. "Protect the lovely woman from any dangers that lay ahead."
As Agatha adjusted her glove and Spike sheathed the sword, they steeled themselves for the journey. There was no turning back now. Clarity washed over Spike as he reached for Agatha's hand, a tangible connection that both comforted and emboldened them. They stepped forward, and in one synchronized breath, they plunged into the portal.
******
As they emerged into this new realm, they surveyed their surroundings. Majestic peaks rose in the distance, wisps of smoke curling into the air from a distant dragon's lair, while eerie silhouettes of monsters cavorted in the twilight. The atmosphere pulsed with danger and adventure; a place where bravery was not just encouraged, but essential. Determined not to appear intimidated, one of the adventurers,
With a flourish befitting any seasoned warrior, Spike swung his sword ready to protect Agatha. However, reality in this new realm had a cruel sense of humor. In a bizarre twist of fate, the blade collided with the skull of a random man who had unexpectedly appeared in their midst. The sickening crunch echoed through the air, a sound that caused even the monsters in the distance to pause in their revelry.
Spike and his companion stared in horror as the man's head splattered with an almost looney tunes level of ease, his life extinguished with the unintended force of a clumsy swing. Blood splattered across the cobblestones like a grotesque work of art.
"What just happened?" Agatha, wide-eyed with shock, could hardly form the words.
"I don't know, he just appeared out of nowhere--" Both were silenced as the whole world was suddenly consumed in white light.
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Author's Note
So where did Spike and Agatha land next? How long with the doll girl hang out with our dragon? And who the fuck did they just accidentally murder?
