In a flash of purple and pink, the three figures were flung into a world unknown. As the colors faded, Spike could make out a large desert, clearly not the previous realm they were in and obviously not Equestria. Despite this, he trained himself back into proper stance and walked over to their stuff. From there he used his sword to break his and the other two ladies' bindings. "Agatha, are you alright?"

"That crazy woman. Who does she think she is?" Agatha rubbed her wrists and adjusted her gloves.

"A powerful witch." Franziska picked up her whip and pulled out her portal scissors. She didn't like the look of this current realm and attempted to open another route. However, the fabric of this reality wouldn't quite yield to her, as her scissors refused to work. She tried a few more times with no luck before turning back to them. "Dragon, try your own."

"Sorry, mine is not exactly in the best shape either." He attempted the same, getting the same result. Afterward, he held his and explained the sole reason they were looking for another user was for lack of control and proper directions back to Equestria.

Franziska shrugged nonchalantly, “Never heard of the place.” She took the scissors from Spike, examining the peculiar object that had somehow bound their fates together.

“So we are stuck here,” Agatha murmured, a frown creasing her brow. An unsettling about their predicament, a sense of helplessness that loomed over her like the relentless heat of the sun. For someone used to navigating complex social landscapes and solving intricate puzzles, being stranded in a desert felt like a cruel joke.

“For the time being, I’m afraid so,” Spike replied, his tone heavy with resignation. He stared skyward, the sun blazing down at them like a watchful sentinel. “We have little choice but to find a way out of the desert and a place to rest. Hopefully, the people here will be a bit friendlier.” His optimism seemed like a flimsy lifeline against the stark reality that surrounded them. They had stumbled upon this peculiar realm entirely by force of another. It dawned on them that traversing the inhospitable landscape would prove very difficult, but not impossible with Spike's high resistance to heat.

As they walked, the three exchanged stories, a small way to bolster their spirits against the pervasive endlessness. Spike and Agatha reminisced about their first encounter. An accidental collision within a twisted toy land had turned into an unlikely partnership.

Franziska revealed she left her home dimension to study legal systems across the multiverse. It fascinated her how different realities interpret justice and rights. She rarely ran into other users, having been gifted her portal scissors from a client she saved in her home realm. Unfortunately, even he didn't know who the forger of these objects was as he had stolen his and was running from an unknown force that the lawyer never learned of.

Her words resonated through the biting wind, a reminder of the stakes they faced. Whoever this forger of portal scissors was they were clearly a being to be feared. Spike couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they ever crossed paths under the right or wrong circumstances. Would they give him a way home, or trap him further down the path? He shuddered, hoping that their next destination would prove fruitful.

A long period passed. Hours melted into days, and the monotonous cycle was broken only by brief stops for water and food. The sun beat down upon them like an adversary intent on sapping their strength. With each step, the sands shifted beneath their feet as if the desert itself were alive, watching, waiting. All they could do was contemplate their next move should the portal scissors start working again.

Eventually, Franziska made a comment that did open some thoughts. "Your portal scissors are certainly more advanced than mine."

"How so?" Spike asked.

"Mine just open and close, and are rather bulky. Yours are smaller and lighter. There's also a numbering system." She gestured to the lettering that still made no sense to him.

"You can read that?" Spike raised an eyebrow.

"Roughly the translation is five, while mine said one." She pulled her own out, showing him.

"Why are ours different?" Spike asked, his eyes shifting between the two. "A barcode maybe."

"Not quite. I stated I've ran into others on rare occasions and from what they've told me it's a type of leveling system, starting with one and going up." Her eyes narrowed and her grin dropped to a frown. "However, most of the ones I've encountered have never reached higher than four. Secondly, I've been using mine for nearly ten years now and it's never moved up once."

"So you're saying it might not be experienced in the scissors." Spike raised his hand to his chin and gave it another thought. "What if the forger herself gifts the upgrades? You've never encountered her so that could be the reason. Did you get a chance to see what the witch's number was?"

"No..." The lawyer dropped her head in shame. "She attacked us too fast for me to get a good look, but if your assumption is right, she could possibly be far higher than you. Maybe even the highest."

"Or just the oldest," Spike corrected. "If it is a system of leveling up through encountering her, then she must have a system of requirements to meet or tasks to complete."

"If so then our path just got much harder." Agatha winced as her gloved hand inched. Spike had finally begun to notice there was something she was hiding about her hand, but he didn't know what. The dragon didn't want to press her reason and simply assured her they would find a way out of this dimension too.

"We'll find a home for you, very soon." He grinned, though his heart sank. Even if they did find their way back to Equestria, he couldn't guarantee what would await him. Would his friends still be there? Would they have even noticed his absence? "We all will find a way out of this place--"

Without warning, Spike was tackled away from them by a ninja in a pelt. His scissors and sword fell out of his reach, as the two flew over the nearby cliff side. His body smashed through the rocks, but he quickly rolled his body around and took hold of the figure. "What going on? Who are you?"

"So the enemy speaks?!" Her head popped out of the fur and proclaimed her name in victory despite the fact they still hadn't even hit the ground. "My name is Yuffie, and I'm here to slay you for your wickedness!"

"I've done nothing!" He shouted and tried to kick her off. However, the cliffside falling around them proved a greater danger. Every instinct told him to shield Yuffie from the dangers of their descent. After all, despite her aggressive tactics, he felt a strange kinship with the young ninja.

With trees rushing past them and the ground looming closer, the world around them became a blurry whirlwind of greens and browns. It was a dance between two unlikely allies, one seeking to protect while the other battled to conquer. Yuffie’s screams mingled with Spike’s gruff roars as they both attempted to right their course, but the forces of gravity and their mutual misunderstandings had other plans.

The terrain beneath them was uneven and fraught with hazard. Sharp rocks and thorny brambles awaited their arrival, eager to ensnare the uninvited guests tumbling through the wilderness. With a final surge of determination, he extended his wings. He tried to rely on his instinctively to catch the wind to soften the blow. The chaos was relentless until they finally hit the bottom.

Yuffie, blinded by a haze of adrenaline and determination, didn't even notice she landed face-first right onto his crotch. A dull throbbing in her head caused her to swing her hands about, trying to find her gun. Her hand grasped the warm, leathery scales of the dragon's sheath, and as her fingers brushed over the smooth texture, she froze. A faint, musky scent reached her nose, causing her mind to cloud with a mix of confusion and familiarity. The shape responded to her touch, slowly rising much to the regret of the dragon beneath her.

"W-what the...?" She stuttered, unable to finish her question. The dragon's cock, now half erect, slid over her cheek. "How did this..."

Spike tried his best to think of a quick way out of this, but nothing was coming. The lovely woman's body just kept squirming over him, making his stride harder to fight. His claws reached out in the smoke and attempted to stop her from moving too much, maybe even throw her off. Instead, his own touch left her moaning in response. Foolishly, he somehow found a fist full of breasts.

Yuffie gasped in surprise, her entire body shaking, her hips instinctively grinding against the dragon's face. His fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing and kneading her chest as if it was a toy. She could feel her nipples harden, growing more sensitive. The sensations of his scales scratching her skin, his rough palm groping her chest, and the scent of his cock poured over her face, leaving her overwhelmed. Not wanting to be defeated now, she straightened herself up and opened her mouth. If this monster was going to play dirty, then so would she.

Spike groaned as he felt something soft and wet lapping against his sheath. Her hands moved in circles, cleaning away the dirt and grime before taking the tip into her mouth. He was still soft and tender, but it didn't take long for her to change that. The dragon growled and grunted, struggling to maintain his composure as everything about this misunderstanding was quickly going out of hand. He knew he should pull her away and flee, yet his instincts pushed him to stay, much to his regret.

She had no idea what came over her, but she wanted to make sure this dragon understood who was in control here. Her tongue circled the tip, lapping and suckling, while her hands rubbed along his sheath, pulling out his balls. She couldn't help but marvel at his size and weight, and she felt a tingle of excitement between her thighs.

Spike panted heavily, trying his best not to let the young woman get the better of him. Opening his jaws, his teeth tore open her pants and panties, giving his large tongue access to her pussy. Yuffie yelped in surprise, feeling his wet appendage lick her cunt. The sensation sent chills up her spine, forcing her to shudder. She couldn't tell if it was the pleasure, or the heat emanating from his tongue, but she could feel her arousal begin to pool in her loins.

As she sucked his member, the smell and taste grew stronger, filling her senses. She could feel his heartbeat through his thick shaft, beating wildly against her cheeks and lips. Her mind was slowly fleeing from battle and into lust and desire. She couldn't stop herself from enjoying this monster in the worst ways. Her lips wrapped tightly around the body of the cock, lowering her face. The woman had never done anything like this, and she knew deep down inside that this was wrong, yet she couldn't deny how good it felt.

With one swift motion, Spike grabbed her ass, squeezing and fondling the tender flesh as he plunged his mouth deep inside her pussy. Yuffie cried out, feeling his slimy tongue exploring every inch of her inner walls. He could feel the heat and slickness of her womanhood, driving him crazy.

His hips bucked uncontrollably, and Yuffie took that as an invitation. Her mouth enveloped the entire length, taking the tip into her throat. The thick, pulsing cock stretched her jaw, filling her completely. She moaned around his shaft, savoring the feeling, but trying her best to not be completely dominated by such a creature. Her hands gripped his balls, caressing and massaging them, coaxing him to lick her pussy with greater effort.

Agatha finally arrived down at the crash and was left utterly accosted by the sight. Spike mating with another woman already. The whole scene of the stranger's mouth on Spike's cock was almost exciting if it hadn't been for the fact that she was trying to kill them early. "Damn it, Spike, just hurry up."

A small growl was the only response Spike gave, his tongue swirling inside the enemy's cunt. He lapped hungrily at her clit, tasting the sweetness of her juices. He could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, squeezing tightly. Yuffie's eyes rolled back, her hips thrusting desperately against his mouth, and her hands gripped his balls, churning her face up and down his shaft. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly, her body quivering as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

His balls were aching, full of cum ready to spill over the busty ninja. The smell and taste of her pussy was intoxicating, sending a rush of blood straight to his groin. His tongue darted out, lapping at her folds, swirling around her clit, digging so deep he could feel her womb, and his fingers pressed firmly against her tight ass, massaging and rubbing, teasing her anus too.

Yuffie cried out, her whole body shuddering, her cunt quivering, her juices dripping down his muzzle and coating his tongue. She arched her back, her toes curling, her thighs squeezing together, her head thrown back, and her eyes squeezed shut. In the same motion, the dragon's hips began to thrust erratically. He would much rather spray her face, but the position was forcing him to make her swallow.

"Damn it, Spike!" Agatha snapped, "Just end it."

Spike growled and grunted as his eyes popped open. A rush of liquid heat spilled out, filling the busty ninja's mouth, and flooding her throat. Yuffie gulped down his seed, savoring the salty, bitter taste. He could hear her gasp and whimper as her body convulsed. Surprisingly she gulped it all down with a strange glee. Her head was spinning, her limbs trembling, her muscles quivering. She felt the warmth and pressure of his cock in her throat. His tongue continued to lap at her folds, his claws stroking her thighs.

The young woman collapsed, lying limp atop him. His tongue slithered from her cunt, licking the excess of his cum from her skin. She could feel his seed trickling from her lips, and she licked them eagerly, relishing the flavor. A small smile tugged at her lips, and a soft moan escaped her. She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. "Damn it... I lost this battle."

"Wow, that was hot!" Franziska finally managed to reach them. "Does this happen often?" She walked over and pulled the ninja. "I mean randomly plowing women like that."

"It's never been happening rather aggressively..." Spike stood up and pocketed himself. He turned to his friend. "And where were you?"

"Talking to her boss." The lawyer gestured back up the mountain to a buff black man wielding a machine gun. "Had to convince you weren't trying to kill her." She waved him down to their spot. "He can offer us directions to the nearest town, in exchange for something."

“Like what?” Spike, a dragon with scales that shimmered like emeralds, raised an eyebrow as he caught a glimpse of his trusted sword and the infamous pair of scissors in her gaze.

Franziska, with a confident smirk, assured the troubled beast. “Not the weapon, nor the scissors.” She gestured dramatically, accentuating her curves with her hands, each movement invoking both assurance and challenge. “You two have had enough fun. Now it's my turn.”

Spike exchanged glances at Barret Wallace as he stepped out of the truck, and picked the lawyer up with ease, slapping her ass. As the two made their way to the trailer side, Spike rolled his eyes and boarded the hover trucker with Agatha. While Yuffie was a bit drained she quickly claimed the front seat and took charge of the steering. Her laughter seemed to echo against the truck’s metallic walls, filling the air with lightness. Spike was shocked by her lack of subtle demeanor given what happened mere minutes ago between her and Spike.

Yuffie's hands were firmly on the wheel, and her eyes were fixed on the road. Leaving the other two alone in an eerie silence... that lasted for a few minutes until the sounds of a crackling whip echoed within the trailer. It began to shake and twist followed by Franziska's moans and Barret's grunts.

"Are they..." Agatha asked.

"Obviously..." Spike deadpanned. "This is going to be a long ride..."

******

After a challenging quest, Spike and Agatha found themselves at a sprawling base bustling with energy. Their arrival was marked by a sense of unease, but not danger. They were introduced to members of Yuffie's vibrant team, most notably the formidable Cloud Strife and the spirited Tifa.

While Cloud and his companions were initially hesitant, they eventually agreed to assist Spike and Agatha in their search for a way back to their world. Their leader was a seasoned veteran of interdimensional travel recognizing the portal scissors. He compared them to the Smash Letters he had encountered previously. These letters opened gateways to a realm where warriors from across the multiverse could clash in epic battles.

Nevertheless, Spike's thoughts remained tethered to home. His heart sank as he pressed Cloud for information about Equestria. The mention elicited blank stares from Cloud and the rest of the team. They were unfamiliar with Equestria, and the closest reference they could muster was the Hyrule Dimension.

In the face of this disheartening news, a new idea emerged from the discussion. With the power of the Smash Letters harnessed, they could potentially recharge portal scissors to create a gateway to another dimension. This route, while uncertain and filled with what-ifs, presented a glimmer of hope. Perhaps another dimension would be answers, allies, or even a better way to reach Equestria.

The team spent a week together, allowing Spike, Agatha, and their companion Franziska to rest and recover. During this time, camaraderie blossomed, with laughter and stories shared around the flickering fire of the base. Ultimately, the trio was provided with supplies for their journey ahead. As they gathered new preparations, Cloud offered Spike one of his spare Smash Letters, an assurance that support would always be within reach.

As they gathered their belongings, the farewells felt heavy, laden with the countenance of friendship but also an undertow of uncertainty. With hopeful hearts yet anxious minds, Spike, Agatha, and Franziska crossed through the portal. leaving behind the comfort of the base they had come to know. What lied head was completely unknown.

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Author's Note

As I said, a rather short one. Sorry these are coming out so late. The baseline is done for them all, just headaches are preventing me from getting clean versions out