Spike woke up in a hospital, slightly confused what happened. The last thing he remembered was being carried through the portal by the ladies. They were heading to destinations unknown, a place where they could hopefully find safety from that sex goddess. And then everything went white. He sat up in his bed, groaning at his body aching. He looked down at his body, finding bandages and casts. Strange since he didn't suffer any sever injuries. What the hell happened to him? "Hello?" He called out.
Scanning over the room quickly dashed any hope this was an Equestrian hospital. This place was clearly far from home, the machines and equipment were very clearly human shaped. Spike looked around, hoping to spot some kind of clue or hint. The room was sterile and utilitarian, devoid of any personal touches. There was a small table next to his bed with a pitcher of water and a glass. His stomach growled, and his mouth was parched. Without hesitation, he poured himself a glass and drank.
His stomach churned and cramped. A foul taste spread over his tongue. The water was laced with a bitter, unpleasant aftertaste, possibly some drugs. He gagged and coughed, trying not to retch. His head began to swim, his vision blurring. The room spun around him, and he fell back against the pillows, his consciousness fading back.
Spike was vaguely aware of someone entering the room, the sound of the door opening and closing echoing in his frills. He was still too dizzy and disoriented to react, his muscles refusing to respond. The figure approached him, leaning over him. It was a young woman, but the features were hazy and indistinct. It was clearly not Franziska or Agatha due to the obvious long blonde hair. "Who are you?" Spike managed to ask, his words slurring together.
The woman didn't reply, but instead pulled a syringe out of her coat. Spike watched, helpless and paralyzed, as she injected the liquid into his IV line. "Calm yourself, strange creature. Your friends are resting in another room. You'll be reunited soon enough." She patted him on the shoulder. "My name is Doctor Elise... Welcome to my hospital."
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For a little over a month, they were enveloped in a nurturing environment that prioritized healing and understanding. Surrounded by dedicated doctors and respectful nurses. The atmosphere within the hospital was markedly different from the chaos of their earlier adventures. Here, the medical staff adhered to a policy of politeness and respect, creating a safe space that allowed the trio to slowly regain their strength. Instead of prying into their pasts, they focused on the present, asking only gentle questions regarding their feelings and general well-being. It was in this environment that they began to feel the tangible comforts of care with ample food and generous portions. All of these factors facilitated their physical recovery, and each meal was a building block toward regained vitality.
Among the three, Agatha emerged as the first to recuperate sufficiently to navigate the hospital corridors unaccompanied. With each tentative step, she transformed from a patient into a focal point of intrigue. Medical staff and researchers leaned in with eager anticipation, craving stories of worlds unseen and extraordinary experiences. Yet, amidst the whispers of adventure that danced on her lips, Agatha exercised caution.
As questions about the wonders beyond the hospital walls poured in, one topic sparked particular interest. However, just like her new acquaintances, Agatha was at a loss to explain how the scissor acted as a conduit between worlds. Their conversations became a delicate push-and-pull, with the doctors yearning to understand her experiences while she navigated the vulnerability of sharing the extraordinary.
Eventually, her confidence grew, and she found herself more and more willing to share. But instead of pondering the existence of these realms, she felt more comfortable talking about her past before meeting Spike, before even being trapped in the Toy Land. Doctor Elise listened intently, taking meticulous notes as Agatha spoke. "You were quite the celebrity before that place? You must've had a lot of people in your life?"
"Yes. Though I can't remember much after being trapped in Toy Land for so long." She blushed, fiddling with the edge of her gown. "So many friends... but no..."
"No lovers?" Doctor Elise gestured to the dragon resting at the other end of the hall. "Not even him?"
"Oh no." Agatha waved her hands in protest. "Spike is just a friend." Her face turned bright red upon remembering their first meeting. "Looking back now, it was foolish of me to ask such a thing of him. We barely knew each other." She looked down at the ground, ashamed.
"Its okay..." Doctor Elise took her hand and held it tenderly. "You've been through so much. It's natural for you to act a bit crazy." She pushed her face in Spike's direction. "And, he is quite the catch. Even my maid has taken a liking to him."
"What?!" Agatha blushed brighter.
"Yeah." Doctor Elise stood up and led her down the hall, her steps a bit shaky. "Julienne has been bringing him meals for the past few days." She pointed to a woman feeding Spike. She had long green hair, wearing a simple maid outfit, but the way her hips swayed when she moved gave off a mature charm. "She is constantly telling me how dangerous he might be." Her eyes glazed over.
"He is the sweetest person." Agatha stepped forward, watching him enjoy the meal. "He saved us... He saved me... And I..." She bit her lip having a hard time getting it out. "I... I've been..." Her face wandered until her gloved hand, eyes widened as a paleness rising up her arm. She adjusted her glove again and leaned away from the Doctor.
“Is it your condition? We’ve done multiple exams on you, and everything seems fine. You don’t have any diseases or parasites. However, we don’t know the source of that…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken questions lingering in the air. Her tender features transformed into a brave smile as she encouraged her patient, “Please, you need to tell him.”
The distance between them was palpable. The woman’s eyes, reflecting a world of turmoil, looked up into Doctor Elise’s earnest gaze. Yet, the weight of her silence bore down heavily. “I…” she faltered, her voice barely a whisper as if speaking would unravel a tightly woven secret. “I’m sorry, Doctor Elise. I think it would be best if we didn’t speak further.” With a decisive brush, she removed the doctor’s hand from her shoulder and stood up, choosing instead to sit with the lawyer.
Doctor Elise didn’t need to be skilled in mind reading to understand the gravity of the situation. As the door clicked shut behind her patient, she exhaled sharply, relief mingling with frustration. Everything in her medical training encouraged open dialogue, yet here was a patient resisting the very thing that could lead to her healing. She turned, casting her view toward Julieanna, her trusted maid quietly observing the exchange. Their eyes met, and in that moment, a silent pact was reaffirmed.
Julieanna, gritting her teeth in uncharacteristic frustration, returned Doctor Elise’s nod. The silent alliance of understanding elevated the tension in the room. She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Doctor Elise alone with her thoughts. "I'll need a sample to confirm my suspicions." She sighed and headed off towards her office.
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It was a quiet and soft night in the hospital. Julienne was very much against the dragon's stay here. Her Lady's curiosity about him could prove dangerous not only for all the other patients. It was just a dragon, a common beast, yet the lady of the house never turned away one who was sick.
The dragon was lying down in his bed, ever so silent. He didn't know at all that he was being watched by Julienne through the doorway. She couldn't stand it anymore. This creature could ruin everything they've built. What if the Scissor Forger found him here? Even in this place where the other realms were mostly unknown, they were aware of her existence in some form. He wasn't one of the trusted, a thief and a liar, not like the rest that had passed by and had been taken care of. Julienne had to make sure her Lady and Master were safe from the forger's wrathful gaze. So she nodded to herself in agreement. There was only one option.
Her mission was to get a sample from him. However, there was another reason to be here. She stepped into the room and lifted out her knife, making her way over to his bedside. Julienne held her breath and lifted the blade high above the sleeping dragon's chest.
"I'm sorry..."
However, just as Spike slept soundly in his bed, a stride began to rise within his blankets. It stopped her instantly and left her eyes wide. Her jaw opened in shock and shivered as the phallic appendage took shape under the sheets. It slowly grew to a strong length and was so thick that she could barely wrap one hand around it.
No, waving her head back and forth. That wasn't the plan. She came here to kill him. Not stare at it... It was just a normal process of the body. Her Lady told her this many times that it was just biological. Simply ignore it and in time the stride should sag. She just needed to avert her gaze and leer back at the matter.
Julienne lifted her knife, aiming it down at the dragon's chest again. The blade lowered, and she gulped. However, the rising shaft dragged the blankets down revealing his strong muscles. Spike's abs were tight and well-defined. The blade was now hovering against his scales. No, such a simple weapon couldn't dare cut through such... incredible details.
Stop! Her legs shivered and her hand quaked above him. The tip of the knife lowered and brushed against his belly. This was wrong. Her Master would be so cross with her for doing this. Like what? Committing murder... or... Her eyes wandered over the cock once more, the blanket dragging off more as it jolted and twisted, throbbing against the air.
This wasn't a choice between murder or pleasure. It was murder or murder. Killing him was a good thing. It would ensure her Lady's safety. But this... her legs were rubbing against each other. His scent was too thick to ignore this close, especially as her body kept moving closer. Her breasts pressed against the bed, the knife clattering slowly out of her grasp.
She just needed a moment, to taste him, to touch him. Stop! She pleaded with herself, just murder this hunk of incredible meat and move on with your life. The thought seemed impossible now. Wincing her eyes so tight, she reached out, hoping to grab the knife. Instead, her fingers were sliding up the underside of the shaft and her heart was racing. She bit her lip as the member throbbed in her grasp.
Her body was leaning over the bed. His scent was intoxicating. Her fingers wrapped around the thick, long, strong, pulsating member. Screaming deep inside her mind, her body disobeying her at every turn. No, she should have done this from the start. Just... let him touch her...
Lifting her apron, she shuttered as the cock slapped against her panties. He was so warm. It was wrong, she didn't want this, but it felt like her heart would explode if she didn't take this chance. Wrapping her legs around him, she began grinding her pussy over his balls, shivering as the length pressed harder against her hips.
She shouldn't be doing this. Her Master wouldn't approve and her Lady would be ashamed. She wasn't supposed to have sex with the patients. Julienne knew this, and yet she couldn't stop herself. Her lips quivered as she wrapped her apron around the meaty cock. Her eyes closed tighter as a cold and cruel visage flooded her mind.
Deep within memories past, she saw her Lady pressed against the wall. The Master took the Lady's lips and lifted her dress. His thick, strong hands, just like the cock she was now rubbing against into her apron. He gently pressed his cock into the Lady's pussy, giving her glee. Julienne remembered this event, watching it from the shadows of a hallway. The Master's cock was even larger than the dragon's. Her Lady was in an utter bliss she never got the chance to enjoy with the Master.
However, now she could experience that same feeling with this dragon. Just one touch, a single thrust, and she would feel the same happiness as her Lady. Her heart raced at the thought and her body burned. His strong arms, his chiseled body, she couldn't stop thinking about them. She leaned over, pressing the dragon's cock harder against her hips, grinding her wet, soaking panties across the base of the member.
A gasp escaped her lips, the sound echoed out through the room. She couldn't believe the lust burning inside her, the desire that was overwhelming her. She wrapped her hands tighter around the cloth on his cock. Julienne couldn't believe what was happening. She wanted him so badly. Her eyes watered as she bit her lip, trying to stop herself.
Julienne's legs quaked, her thighs trembling. She couldn't stop grinding her pussy. She couldn't believe how soaked her panties had become. The dragon's scent was intoxicating. A shiver ran up her spine, causing her to gasp and moan out loud. Julienne's heart was beating faster, and she couldn't stop the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Her Lady always said to be strong and to not give in to her desires. Julienne's Lady would be so disappointed in her if he were to see her right now. She had to fight it, she couldn't give in to temptation. Yet it felt so good, to stride the incredible beast's cock. To grind against his length and feel her pussy ache.
Her hips rolled back and forth, grinding her wet slit along the dragon's cock. The cloth was becoming wet and sticky with her juices. She couldn't stop. His cock was too big. Her body wouldn't listen to her. She just wanted to feel him inside her, just for a second.
Spike was beginning to stir. His eyes fluttered open, and he could barely make out the silhouette of a woman riding him. He could feel her hot breath on his neck, her hands stroking his cock. The dragon groaned and wrapped his hands around her plump ass, barely conscious enough to the reality of what was going on.
Julienne was panting and gasping, her eyes rolling back in her head. She couldn't help but moan harder as the dragon's hands kneaded her butt. It felt so good. She was losing herself in the pleasure. Her pussy demanded penetration so badly. Julienne knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself.
Spike groaned, his cock throbbing under her. She could feel the pressure building in her body. Her pussy was on fire. She knew neither could take it anymore. Without a second thought, Julienne grabbed out an empty vial and placed the mouth around the dragon's cock. Her eyes fluttered shut as she pushed her hips down and felt his hot cum shoot through her apron and into the container.
Julienne shivered and gasped, her body shaking. The orgasm washed over her, sending a rush of endorphins through her. It was the best thing she had ever felt, the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced. Her mission was purely to harvest his semen, but the images of her Master and her Lady got the better of her.
She collapsed forward onto the bed, her heart racing, her body trembling. She was completely exhausted but had enough awareness to seal the vial before it could spill the contents. She couldn't remember ever being so tired. It was as if all the energy had been drained from her.
She looked down at the vial, holding the dragon's essence in her hand. Her fingers tightened around the glass, the weight of her actions weighing heavy on her. This was what her Lady sought, answers to Agatha's strange condition. However, that didn't stop her from taking another whiff, a deeper smell of the dragon's scent on her clothes.
The aroma was so powerful. Her fingers trembled back to his cock, wanting to feel it inside her. She wanted him so bad but her love for her Lady and Master was strong. Her eyes watered, the tears dropping down her face. Rolling off the bed and crashing hard onto the ground was enough to snap her mind back in place.
Julienne found herself at a crossroads of emotion and duty. She wiped away her tears, each droplet a mix of fear and resolve. The vial she clutched felt heavy in her palm, not in weight but in significance. With trembling legs and a heart-pounding erratically in her chest, Julienne rose to her feet. The very act of standing felt monumental; it took every ounce of her willpower to compose herself. As she took a deep breath, drawing in the sterile air that surrounded her, her mind raced with thoughts of what was at stake. Elise was counting on her, and failure was simply not an option.
As the door clicked shut behind her, she felt a surge of adrenaline. Julienne sprinted through the corridors of the hospital, her feet barely touching the ground as she navigated the sterile hallways with the confidence of someone on a mission. Time seemed to warp; the world around her faded into a blur of whitewashed walls and distant beeps of medical equipment. All that mattered was reaching Elise.
She burst through the next set of doors, the suddenness of her entrance startling her Lady, who looked up with a mix of surprise and concern. The door slammed shut behind her, a delineation of the outside world. Ensuring that their conversation would remain private, Julienne hurried to the table, placing the vial with trembling hands. "Here, my Lady. I have the sample."
Elise's eyes sparkled with gratitude and pride as she acknowledged Julienne’s efforts. "Good job—" she began, but the words were cut short as a sudden impulse surged through Julienne. In an unexpected rush of emotion, she pressed Elise firmly against the wall, lips crashing together in a fervent kiss.
Her mind spun, reeling from the intensity of their contact. The taste of Elise's lips was intoxicating; it ignited something primal deep within her, a craving that had been repressed for far too long. Her hands had no control, caressing down her Lady's body. They traced the subtle curve of her back and hips, exploring every inch. She pulled her closer, savoring the warmth of her body.
Elise's cheeks flushed red as Julienne's hands cupped her ass. Their lips parted, allowing her to take a sharp intake of breath. It was as if a switch had been flipped. Gone was the reserved maid who stood timidly at her side, replaced by a passionate lover who refused to let go. "Your Master would be ashamed of you..." Elise responded immediately, wrapping her legs around Julienne and pulling her close.
"That's fine... I've always wanted you!!" Their tongues danced, entwining and exploring each other. The room was spinning, their bodies were pressed tightly together, and there was no way to tell where one ended and the other began. The door slowly slipped shut and moans began to follow.
******
Morning arrived rather slowly with the serene atmosphere cocooned patients and staff alike, encouraging a rare moment of calm amidst the often chaotic world of healthcare. As the sun's rays began to filter through the windows, casting a warm golden glow across the sterile surroundings, Agatha stirred from her slumber. For the first time in what felt like ages, she awoke to the pleasant sensation of peace, the kind that had been absent during her restless nights filled with nightmares and fears. She stretched her limbs, savoring the soothing aftermath of a deep sleep, and inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed tea that wafted into her room.
Just as she began to relish in this newfound calm, a voice disrupted her tranquil reverie. “So, this is where you’re hiding.”
Agatha's heart raced as her eyes widened in shock at the sight of a man in a fine red suit, his presence as striking as the bold color of his attire. A massive scythe leaned casually against the wall behind him. “My apologies, did I startle you?” he asked, taking a casual sip from a teacup as if he were an old friend visiting after a long absence.
“Who are you?” Agatha managed to stammer, her voice tinged with trepidation.
“Wow, you don’t recognize my giant smile in this fine suit?” He adjusted it while putting on an impossibly large grin showing all his teeth. He walked towards her with an eerie grace, the clicking sound of his boots echoing throughout the room.
Panic coursed through Agatha like a jolt of electricity, her heart racing as she struggled to grasp the contours of her memory. The shadowy figure that loomed in her mind was a mix of threads and fragments, spinning too fast to focus on any one image.
She recalled flashes of a voice, a chilling timbre that echoed in the recesses of her mind, interlaced with the vivid image of a red suit and a giant grin. Fear tightened its grip on her, feelings of dread and foreboding screaming at her subconscious, urging her to run. Adrenaline surged as she leaped from her bed, her instincts screaming that she was in danger. She instinctively grabbed her glove.
Just as her hand reached the doorknob, a sudden force pulled her back. The man's hands snatched her wrist with a grip like iron, yanking her into his suffocating embrace. Panic morphed into a different kind of terror as her body was pressed against his. She felt the rhythm of her heartbeat, a stark contrast to the utter lack of his own. It was as if there was nothing but a black abyss in his chest. "Please, just come back to--" Before he could finish, a glint of silver caught her eye. Agatha’s rage was clear when she embedded a scalpel deeply in his chest.
"No, no!!" she screamed, her voice tearing through the veil of fear. The primal instinct to survive surged within her, and she kicked against his hold with frenetic strength. She broke free, the momentum carrying her toward the hallway where shadows danced long and deep. The chaotic chorus of her heart rang out as she propelled herself forward in search of safety, desperately hoping to find Spike and Franziska, her only allies in this deranged nightmare.
As Agatha sprinted through the sterile, echoing hall, she couldn't shake the chilling question that gnawed at her. Who was this man? Why did he look and sound so familiar? Each thought swirled in her mind, wrestling with her desire to flee. "Spike! Franziska!" she cried out, desperation mingling with hope.
The figure in the red suit pulled out the scalpel with ease. The bloody stain faded as his flesh and even the suit regenerated. The man rolled his eyes and turned to his scythe and top hat sitting on the table. He flipped the hat back over his red hair, gripping the handle with his other hand, and walked forward with a slow, purposeful gait through the hallways. There was no sense of urgency, no rush in his stride. Just a calm and calculated intent. "You thought you could escape me that easily, dear... Ragatha?"
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Author's Note
Now, that is a preview of things to come. Who is the mystery red man?
