Spike had leaned back into the wall, arms crossed and head down, lost in thought, the events of the day messing with his brain. The stream of ponies was slow before him, a pass from the archway and into the opening of the lobby. City Hall had been packed. Princess Celestia, his mentor and mother, was set to speak here after all.

“Shouldn't you be hanging with your friends?”

That voice. It knocked through him. Glance to the left to see the mare there. Purple and talented and adorable. Awkwardly adorable. Surely there was a word for that. “Got me for the wrong dragon there, Twilight?”

“Do I?” Twilight twirled onto her back legs and leaned onto the wall like him; she crossed her forelegs and wore a playful face of coolness. Always the sidekick could mock him best. And he needed it most of the time. “Not too many other dragons here I see. Those mares from before were nice! One of them may have even had a thing for you!”

“Once more I think this is a case of a mistaken dragon.” Spike shuffled on the wall a bit to peer over its corner. Crowds of ponies composing the floor with heads craned back for the stage above. Something wasn't right. Timing was off. “Trouble is about to brew. Friends only get in the way of doing what needs to be done.”

“Do I get in the way?”

He rolled his head on the wall to look at her. “You help form the way. Without you I would be nothing. Never forget that.”

“See? Now why can't you say sweet things like that to others?”

“Problem solver, Twilight, not friend maker.” He peered back over to see a disturbance through the crowd, everypony taking a step back, their expression aghast. “Having contacts is different from having friends. You can have the latter. I'd much rather the former.”

Spike stepped out from cover only to be struck by winds. Crossing arms over his face at once, he slid back, the force great enough. His eyes swept across the crowd to spot the 'friends' from earlier. Two of them seemed to be swimming through the sea of ponies.

Another problem with friends... they get in the way... and complicate things.

He stepped through the crowd as well. Brushing ponies back in holding out his arms. He reached the front of it all in time to offer himself as a shield. Two stopped behind him. “Spike? Get out of our way! That thing! It—“

“It's something you can't take solo or as a duo!”

Hooves rested on his shoulders as a blue muzzle poked over. It was Rainbow Dash. Glaring up at the swirling density of dark-blue magic above. Her eyes shot to his. “How about trio? You seem like you know how to handle yourself in a fight! Maybe we could—“

“Maybe we stumbled into a situation we have no information on!”

“Every situation can be fixed by punching harder or flying faster!”

A third voice boomed from above. Both of them looked up as the swirling ball took form. Stretching out into a mass of a mare. Hovering was the form, that was, until lightly touching down on her hooves. The beast known as Nightmare Moon. “Oh? Is that so? Do you plan to fly? Quickly to my eternal night? Punch it so hard as to shatter an illusion?”

There should have been anger. Or fear in the danger for he was in. But the dragon looked up at the former princess only to be swept into a scene. How tall she stood unlike a normal mare. Decked in armour with an ebony coat that felt sentient. Eyes richly blue. It was like the night sky unto them.

But there was something else about her. He noticed it in the fumble of her foreleg. Twitch. Jitters across her back. Stage fright in putting on a show for the first time. Alone on the moon and alone in her trek now. This was Nightmare Moon's first encounter with ponies. Her psyche hid behind her power.

“Rainbow Dash...” Spike whispered to the mare, enough for her to hear, despite the charging to her wings. She was a cat, ready to leap, and it wouldn't meet a pretty end. The mare listened at least. “...do you want to be a hero?”

That caught her. Her inching of movement stopped. She looked at him confused. “H-Huh?”

“None of us are strong enough to stop this now.” His chin nudged the crowd of ponies behind them. “But that doesn't mean we don't stand a chance later. There's a lot of good ponies in this room. A lot that are going to be hurt if they are not led out. Now's the time for a true hero.”

“A... a... a hero?” Rainbow blinked in floating off his back, head sweeping to the crowd, a glance tossed to her friends. They nodded in tandem and started for the door. Slowly and silently. All while the dragon stood in front of them all. Her voice floated over her shoulders. “And what about you?”

Spike's claws were curled. “Don't worry... playing hero isn't for me.” His claws unfurled as they relaxed. “I've always been the curious sort. Now go!” He stepped across the carpet in never leaving his vision from the villain. “And you! What's the plan? Endless night?”

Nightmare Moon took an interest in him. Face pulling away in an expression of satisfaction. It was enough to let the ponies leave. More interested in him than the hostages getting away. They composed the world. But he? This dragon represented the individual. “Indeed. Much more than that! The moon punished me for a thousand years!”

Spike tilted his head away while keeping their eye-contact. “So revenge on Princess Celestia then?”

“And this world will pleasure me for another thousand! The handling of her was the starting mark for that!” Nightmare laughed and shook her head and waved a foreleg. “Now your ungrateful kind—“

“You mean dragons? Or do you mean kind as in everyone?”

“E-Everyone you nuisance!”

“Wouldn't you mean generation then?”

“All the generation suffer the crime of not appreciating my beauty!”

“Doesn't that seem more behavioural across the lot of us?”

“Are you trying to be charming?”

“I struck out on being handsome—so yeah.”

Nightmare Moon raised her tilted her muzzle as her horn charged. Knocking came from the door behind the dragon. Multiple hooves, clad in steel, stomping on the grass, readying for a charge inside. Spike turned and raised his claws.

The villain cocked her head and stared down at him in confusion. “What exactly is it you're doing? Those guards are here for me.”

Spike shrugged in slumping straight. “Tell that to the guards. Liftetime of being Princess Celestia's adopted son and they still detain me at the castle sometimes. Dragons are synonymous in being villainous to them.”

Nightmare's face scrunched again. “You are my former sister's son?”

His head turned, grinning, as he looked up at her. “So you still see her as a sister, huh?”

Magic bubbled and spread over the mare. Taking her shape into itself. Currents of darkened waters broke in the shield as her voice echoed out. Slowly it ascended as currents of wind tore around it. “Tell me your name!”

“Really want to know that badly?”

“Just tell it!”

“Spike.”

“Spike? Spike! Very well Spike!” Her voice coughed as her throat cleared in the attempt to be more intimidating. “Prepare yourself for the next time we meet! I would have dealt with you now were it not for those pests outside! Run! Hide away! Escape these lands... though you'll never escape my night sky! Muahwawawawa!”

“Dig the evil laugh!”

“T-Thanks! Uh! I-I MEAN YOU WILL PERISH THE NEXT TIME WE MEET?”

“Oh? Old Canterlot voice? Very nice touch!”

“YOU’RE THE TOP OF OUR LIST?”

“What kind of list you got?”

“Begone!”

The bubble disappeared.

Then the door burst open.

“Claws up!” Opening of the door teased the night sky despite it being morning. Floods of guards swarmed into the hall as they cleared the premises. In the middle strolled a captain. One the dragon could drop his shoulders at. “Wait a second. Is that—“

“Yeah it's me Golden Springs!” Spike dropped his claws and slumped in place. “Ya idiot.”

“Now I'm tempted to ask you to put those claws back up.”

“Har-har-how's guarding the princess going?”

“Now I'm going to have to ask for those claws to go up.”

“Blow it.”

Of course the friends had gotten in the way. Eavesdropping at the library to overhear his talks on Nightmare's Moon return. Solution to that was the same one from back then. The Elements of Harmony. The power of a princess to seal away an essence of evil. They remained at the place where it all began.

Castle of the Two Sisters.

The journey through the Everfree had been venturous. Problems cropping up that each of the mares within him could solve. His back felt covered. Knowing he could falter and be helped by another. It allowed him, in the end, to stroll confidently into the worn-down castle.

Where the mare had been waiting.

The air was cold and composed of particles of water. Stone walls flanked them, with gaps missing, showing to the outside world. It rained. Lightning struck. Nightmare Moon loomed on the other side of the lobby. Knowing they'd wind up here.

“How disappointing your predictability is.”

Spike could only smirk as he could feel the mares behind starting to approach. Holding out his arm, he looked over his shoulder, smiling down at the six. It was a genuine one. Something he wasn't expecting to have for others. So long as he had Celestia to look up to, and Twilight to listen to him rant.... then he would be okay, through life, without anyone else.

Yet, finding friends allowed him to feel as someone more.

He wanted to protect them even more.

“Twilight? Can you do me a favour?”

Hoofsteps came out from the pack as she circled to his right. “Y-Yes Spike?”

“You have my satchel on you, right? My journal is in there. Sketches of the elements, what they look like, notes on them.” He dropped his arms and stepped forward, sure none would follow, knowing what must be done. “Use that to find them somewhere in this castle. But more importantly. Teleport the girls and yourself to somewhere safe.”

“Hey now!” There came the voice of Applejack. “Didn't you say we didn't stand a chance against her on our own? Just what do you plan to achieve with us leaving?!”

“A chance.”

Twilight stomped her hoof. “But Spike!”

“‘But Spike’ nothing! Please Twilight. You're my number-one assistant.” He inhaled slowly and exhaled sharply in releasing his tension. “This is the only way we stand a chance. Please. Get away from here.”

He could feel the power of her magic.

“We're coming back for you.”

“No—“

“—please—“

“—don't—“

“—Spike—“

“—keep—“

The magic exploded in a blast and, in turning around, the dragon saw emptiness behind him. It caused him to smile. Pack of friends there the second before. Now gone as quickly as they come. Events usually end in one being alone. At least, now, he was alone for a better cause.

“You were right on that matter dragon.” Spike turned back to the foe, to the ground crumbling around him. In the distance, Nightmare had lifted her forelegs, stomping them into the stone, tremors cracking through. “Your power is nothing compared to mine!”

The ground crunched in around the dragon. Out from the depths shot chains of luminescent blue. The contact knocked him into the air, the chains wrapping around his legs, the same breaking down from the ceiling, catching his arms. The chains stretched. Keeping locked. Chaining the dragon—like a portrait for the mare.

“I had wanted the same for Celestia back at the castle,” Nightmare said in strolling toward him, rolling her muzzle, side to side while licking her lips. “Tied up like you like the center of some amusement park. Or, considering her age, toss that disgrace, and all her belongings from a bygone age, into a dusty museum!”

“Now c'mon!” Spike smiled and let his head fall left. “You don't mean that.”

Nightmare blew toward him in rage. “You dare speak for my feelings! What I ought to think and feel! What have you to know of me!”

“That someone might need rage and hatred and anger to keep them from insanity on the moon for so long,” Spike began as a flood of honesty came through him, an element he never enabled himself to often, but put his trust in now. “But those moments between do creep in. Resentment to loneliness. Hatred to betrayal. Anger to sadness.”

Nightmare stomped before him to the tightening of his chains. Arms and legs pulled like they weren't supposed to. The feeling of being stretched now becoming literal. “Is this your shtick? Pretend to know everything about me?”

“I-I only know... what I read in books!” Spike coughed and groaned and wiggled in the bindings, not to escape, but due to the pressure that ripped inside of him. “And... from what... C-Celestia said herself!”

“Nothing but terrible words to cause nightmares in little ones as to make them cry!”

“Only time I cried was seeing you lost on the moon!”

The rustling of chains relaxing allowed the dragon to catch his breath. Weakly he hung forward and out of breath. The mare kept inches before his muzzle. Still suspicious for an attack. But something within reaching out.

“It's... because of you... that my sidekick... Twilight... h-hasn't turned on me...”

Nightmare narrowed her eyes and stepped away, shaking her head, anger seething from the bubbling crater of her insecurity. “What do you speak of dragon? That purple mare with you? She is close to you?”

“Close... because of you.” Spike coughed in tasting a trace of blood on his tongue. “Celestia raised me on stories of the two of you. Times when the sun rose and the moon fell. How the two of you, wordlessly, would be together, coffee for you, tea for her, in watching the transition together. It gave me the appreciation for the quiet moments.”

“And what does this have to do with your charge?”

“Only that if I did not share everything with her... that if she could not approach me like a friend... then our route would be the same... to yours.” Spike held up his head to stare into Nightmare's eyes. Glowing in emerald though glossed in a feeling of kindness. “Sisters who loved each other, but in getting lost into themselves, forgot about the other. I love Twilight like a sister. She's smart and talented and powerful. But I'm a prince and a dragon. And I... I... I never want to lose her to the darkness of my shadow.”

Spike looked down as he wasn't sure what he was saying. Truth rarely composed itself straight as it was the gushing of feelings previously restrained. In looking back to the Nightmare, he saw more of the mare underneath the veneer.

“I'm not a good dragon... but I never want that to be cause for me to lose her... because if someone as great as you could get lost like this... then the same could happen to her.” Spike stared Nightmare down. “And just like how there was a chance I could lose her, I know now, there's a chance that I can save you.”

“Save me? Save me?! These chains must have strained the air out from your head!” Nightmare Moon laughed in the fashion that was done so for self-assurance. She rubbed at a foreleg as her head whipped around for something to focus on. “There is nothing here for you to save! Rather it is yourself for you to focus on.”

“Then why the focus on what your sister had said?”

“You dare speak to me again!”

“Quit hiding behind your power! It'll hurt you far more than it did before.”

Nightmare flared in cool flames as a burning of blue surrounded her. Great was the pressure in the air as tremors vibrated through the castle. It creaked. Stone falling and dust rising. The villain stood before it all. “Because I will lose? Not this time! My power has grown on the moon—while my sister trusted it into a source beyond herself!”

Spike pulled an arm on the chain, feeling the light restraint to it... knowing that wasn't the play. Rather he focused on getting through to the villain. The mare underneath it all was still there. “C'mon now! You know this fighting isn't what you want! This whole time you've been wanting to know one thing—why.”

Nightmare blinked at those words and became still.

“You want to know if Princess Celestia still loved you all this time. If it hurt to put you down. To zap you away for so long.” His head turned and he exhaled steam. “You got hurt! By the older sister soaking in the praise, leaving her at blame for being in her shadow. All that effort into crafting the beauty of the night sky—only for none to appreciate it. Keeping all of that inside... no wonder you went evil.”

His shoulders dropped. “You were never a bad mare. Just a hurt one. Hurt bad enough for you to desire others to experience the same.” His eyes dropped as well. “But you failed to realize your sister did care. That if you two sat down, talked, worked something out... then maybe better would have come out from it all.”

He smiled without knowing. “And you might have overlooked the existence of night owls.”

Nightmare looked at the ground. Pawing at it. Wanting to say something but instead having nothing. She looked behind her to the night sky. Her gaze, then, fell back on him. “Look at it. The night sky. Tell me what you really think without lying. I'll be able to see the truth in your eyes.”

The dragon looked to the sky and simply reported what he saw. “I see the brilliance of an artist at work. Every star so close... while being so far away. But their light still shines on me. Their beauty still calms me. Close to it all, and yet, far away from everything. I feel that in myself.”

His eyes shuffled to the moon. “I'm a dragon among ponies and even with a mom I love... it doesn't feel like I belong. Much like that moon. Feeling so big though having nothing close. I glow brilliantly. Or at least I like to think so. But in that right—I'm alone.”

He swallowed. “But it's more so than describing the night sky you should care for. It's what it does. For Celestia and me and everyone. Walking out of the castle after a long day, feeling drained and done with it all. You step outside, and the breeze is cool, the open air is refreshing and, looking at the night sky, one is refilled, feeling whole again.”

Spike then looked to the mare. “And I feel the same about you.”

Nightmare Moon blushed and stepped back, unable to doubt the sincerity, stumbling back. She endured his gaze without turning away. Suddenly the power to rip him into two, now, was nothing to the might packed into his words.

“Thousand years of being alone.” Spike's head slowly shook at that. “None to talk to. Nopony to be with. Unsure if anyone even still cares for you. If anyone even knows you.”

Nightmare's mouth twitched in struggling for words. “I... I... I thought... in making a grand proclamation... that the world would come to know me.”

“And what good would come from that? You want to be loved, don't you? To patch things through with your sister.” Spike inhaled the courage needed to finish his words. “You can demand the world to appreciate your work. But if everyone is forced to tell you the night is pretty—will it still cause you to feel good?”

Nightmare blinked as her head lowered.

“Or would you feel that peace in a stroll, seeing families with telescopes, couples pointing out stars, workers, on their break, on stepping out and looking up, feeling alive once more? Love has to be genuine to be felt.” Spike struggled with his claw in the chain, as if to fight it, somehow, to offer it to the mare. “You could own the world with that power. But the love you seek to heal that pain—it will be in vain in being a villain. You'll feel alone.”

Spike sighed. “Only difference this time... you won't be on the moon.”

Nightmare had turned her head away, though walked to him the same, afraid to approach, the dragon chained for a different reason. Her forelegs rubbed together as trouble festered in Luna's heart. “Celestia... does she...”

“She still loves you.”

“None looked at me like they did her—in love, in lust, or at all.”

“Ponies did want to be with you... you only looked at the ones interested in her.”

“I saw no such lovers for myself! None to comfort me, hold me, love me, none to share my life with! You said others understand the art of my sky! Yet none—“

“Yet none had the guts, as shy and introverted as yourself, to dare to approach royalty, especially at night, to confess their love? Those who love the sun blaze like it; those who love the moon are calmed by it. Many were profoundly touched by your art. Problem is they never flout it like the other side.”

Nightmare looked down at that revelation. “Is that... is that true?”

“It's true for it evoked something within me... something I don't speak about... not even to Twilight.” Spike pushed his snout forward, until it pressed into Nightmare's, who didn't turn away. “I heard so many stories about my aunt. How she was a loner like me. The times where only someone like her would understand. In learning about you, I came to love you.”

Nightmare blinked. “Is this... are you...”

“What do my eyes tell you?”

Nightmare looked into them only to become lost. Lost and in love. How their fire burned through her charade. Dense magic and power, now gone, to the scared and alone mare underneath it all. Hurt by cold and loneliness. Just wanting another to make her feel equal.

She was scared and rightly so. Her forelegs trembled as they rose, the mare resting on her back ones, coming to rest them on his shoulders. Her muzzle tilted down as he kept straight—waiting. With a blush that burned through the density of darkness on her coat, she leaned forward, and teased her lips on his.

And it was paradise.

Softly dropped her shoulders, shudders rocking through her body at the contact. At once she felt complete. Pleased and in need of something more. Her lips melted onto his. Every little bit of softness relaxing into the firmness of his scales.

Nightmare lost her footing, but in holding the dragon, came to hug the boy. Her chest fluff brushed onto his scales as she clung to his body. He was real. And that caused her to feel real as well. The kiss weakened her power, but in a way, caused her to be stronger.

In how desperately Nightmare needed to be loved by another.

She surrendered to the kiss. To him. Pushing her body into his, rising and dropping, wanting to feel more of his heat. Yes. That. So many years of being cold on the moon. None to touch her. That coldness had seeped into her body as well as her personality.

“Didn't realize how cold you were,” Spike said from above her and, with a grin, saw to his body heat doubling. The mare felt a burn through his chest as his scales there became heated—like from being close to a fire. “Bit of a walking furnace here. Let the flame keep inside for a bit instead of blowing it out. Warms the whole body. Twilight likes it a lot... and so do you, don't you?”

Nightmare pulled from his chest with a wide stare. “I don't! I mean I... I...”

“You mean you're unable to say what you want? Thankfully I know a thing or two about that.” His sharp snout rose to the chains holding him. With a crank to his arms, the magical-metal severed, like they were made of sticks. Nightmare stumbled back as he fell to the ground—breaking the shackles’ ankles with a mere step to both. “And so easily accepting a kiss from someone you just discovered as your nephew? Now isn't that naughty!”

“I-I am a villain!” Night tried to refuse in raising a foreleg, however, as the dragon stomped closer—she dropped the leg and shrunk into herself. “S-So of course vile acts a-are nothing to me!”

“Is that so? Well that's good.” Spike rolled his neck to the cracking of some kinks, a wiggle after he was done, casually flexing the muscles underneath his scales. “Because there are a few things I've been wanting to know about my auntie. Y'know Celestia had a few more stories about the two of you. How you'd both argue about who had the better rump.”

Nightmare turned almost as if to run away but was stopped by a claw grabbing her tail. Her worried eyes looked over her barrel in seeing the dragon behind her. His other claw settled on a flank, forcing the mare to become still. Something was warm back there. Heated and scented.

Spike raised the mare's tail to be hit with the smell. Rich in musk and powerful in reaching the head. His eyes blinked wildly as a smile blossomed underneath them. “Nightmare Moon! So soon? So horny by a kiss that you're already wet?”

“I-I am not wet from a kiss!”

“Is that so? Then why is there a puddle between your legs?” Spike clicked his teeth and shook his head in keeping the tail flogged. “So many years on the moon and even before that you never had a stallion to rut. Yet meet your prince of a nephew, one who already told you he wasn't a good dragon, and already, you want to fuck him?”

Nightmare whimpered. She shuffled on her back legs not wanting to escape, but rather, to fan the heat escaping from between her legs. She was wet. Her vulva burned after not having a use for so long. She was tight. Her walls inside, burning and itching, needed something hard to press into.

“Maybe it's because I'm a dragon and that makes me exotic.” His claw clapped into the dough of her left cheek, coming to cup it, rolling its texture between his digits. She backed into him. Filling his palm with squish and squeaking at his squeeze. Her eyes closed and a moan was ensured. How much more she wanted him. “Or maybe this is another way of getting back at Celestia? Would you like that? You and me in her bed. Your chest down and your back up. Me ramming my hardest into you as Celestia happens into the room—catching her son and sister, fucking, like none she's seen before.”

Nightmare Moon felt her lips wobbling and her eyes squeezing as she wanted all of that. Already his claw had moved from flank to flank. Feeling the thickest swell of each, sometimes pushing up, watching how they bounced and then jiggled.

She kept adjusting into him. Trying to get those claws into the pussy exposed below. Beneath her cheeks and her depths already open. “Oh... you naughty mare. Winking at me with your eyes closed? I should have known.”

Nightmare looked back in time to see his claw sneaking into the entrance of her folds. His thickest digit rested on her clit. It pressed into it at first, summoning a yelp and a yell, a flushing of goodness coursing from there. Then it started to draw circles on her clit—causing her body to twitch in the way of its direction.

“You're completely owned by me at this point—aren't you?” Spike took away his claw and, at once, Nightmare backed her rump into him. She missed his claw, though her bottom pressed onto him. Right at his crotch where something was starting to emerge. “I want you to speak up now. Tell me all the things you want. Or else I won't know what to give.”

Nightmare whimpered as it was a battle to look back at him. In a swallow joined with a blush, she looked back at him, wiggling into him, coating his crotch in the productions of the place that needed him most. “P-Please. I-I don't know how much more of this teasing I can take.”

“But that isn't an answer my dear auntie.”

“Please, I've... I've been cold for so long... and being close to you... makes me feel warm.” Nightmare could feel something emerging from his scales. She rubbed herself harder there. As if to tease the thing inside exactly what awaited it on the other end. “And deep inside of me is the coldest. But t-to have your thing there. A-As warm as it is. I... I think... please...”

Nightmare inhaled slowly and exhaled sharply.

“I want you to f-fuck me... to spread me apart and hold me up... and do every little thing you want to me.” Nightmare gasped as one of his claws rubbed around the curve of her thigh, pulling on it, forcing it into the air. She leaned from being off-balance—but his other claw caught her neck to keep her still. “E-Every little thing about it turns me on! How you're my little nephew. Celestia’s reaction on knowing I t-took you. The f-feeling of being rammed by a savage dragon—all of it are things I need!”

Spike grinned in holding the mare up and seeing down to her spread bottom. Her pussy teased right over his emerging cock. Already she was wet and he wouldn't have to worry about lining up to get himself in—rather his erection pushed inside her depths.

Both of their heads rocked, Spike's back and Nightmare's forward, on feeling his cock finally inside her. Spike panted as he looked down, seeing more of his dick disappear inside the mare, feeling the tightness, from inside, already squeezing hard on him.

“How desperate are you?!” Spike called from behind her, though the mare was beyond caring, already lowering herself, slightly, onto his enlarging member. He squeezed her thigh for compensation. “I'm not even all the way in you. Yet you're already diving to take me inside. You must have really wanted this. Weren't kidding on wanting to be fucked huh?”

“Just fuck me already!”

“Gladly.”

Spike waited until his cock was all the way inside before pulling out, reaching until only his head was inside—before barrelling back in. He lowered the thigh as he thrust in high. His cock spread the tightness of the wall, which clenched to catch him, only being forced apart as he shot to her end.

He lifted her leg in pulling out, raising the mare as he went lower, that was, before powering into her again. Every thrust of his cock was enough for the mare to yelp. Head shooting up and tongue flying out as she rode his cock the best she could. Her hips rotated around, feeling his girth roll inside her, the temperature of his member evoking a burn inside the place.

The place gone cold for so long.

Nightmare wondered how much she could take. The dragon had stopped on the long thrusts, and instead, kept to a consistency of intensity in thrusting inside of her. No amount of clenching on the hardness of his cock slowed him. Everything inside her was sensitive. Plush and pink walls, dense in nerves, wanting to be pressed and spread by something long and large and hard.

Spike's cock had been thick at the base. Bulges of something more expanding a little in pushing on her walls. It drove her into a wiggle at feeling the swells. In how she wiggled her hips to feel their shape grind across inside of her.

There was also the dragon. Huffing and puffing smoke into her head. Holding her tightly into his body while slamming his dick harder and further into her. He was getting quicker too. More of the dragon within coming out. Slamming into her tightness and forcing it to stretch, expanding, still barely unable to take him.

Nightmare was nearly foaming at the mouth as her body had gone on autopilot. Dropping on him to what his arm allowed. She could feel the clap of her flanks ring in an echo throughout the hall. It was like a density of head, of hardness, smooth perfection itself breaking into her pussy.

Beating with its head into the end of her cave. Each contact a shiver for her to twitch higher. Her flanks served only to cushion his crotch as he continued to rut her. Thrusting up and into her pussy as the grip on her neck became tighter.

Would this change if she had been on the ground? Just present her rump and allow him to go to town? There was something delicious in that—like the pleasure coursing through her now. Nightmare could feel the dragon faster than before. Blurring as he slammed into her with the ferocity of a predator.

She was ready to break.

As both of their times had come.

Spike had buried himself deeply inside in his final thrust, his head thrown back, face clenched, the tension melting away, as pleasure melted from his cock. It bulged at the base as he knotted into Nightmare's entrance. His cock erupted with creamy white ropes, shooting deeply into her depths, filling the spot, once cold and empty, now warm and stuffed.

Nightmare had been freed from her accursed arousal as well. Her tightness welled with honey as it remained as it washed over his cock. Little tickles of added pleasure as the level rose from everything being trapped in. After a little while, though, the knots shrunk, that was, until retreating for good.

She'd been drooling by the time his cock had pulled out from her; that sense of warmth and fullness went away with him. But the heat. That burning inside. It'd been proof of what had happened. That, and it was enough to live off.

For now at least.

Spike himself buried his lips into her neck and kissed, nicking and licking at her coat, wanting to devour her. His cock hung below. Milky juices coating it as a smear collected between their legs. Still he was holding the mare. Spread as she was for him alone. Her eye was back on him. Scared but intently turned on.

Then came a zap and a flash and the sounds of multiple hooves touching the stone grounding.

“Spike! Never fear! We found the elements! They were these stone objects thingies and... and...”

The six friends looked on to the scene, the dragon behind the villain, cock wet, mare drooling, the stench of sex composing the air. Everyone looked on to a mixture of expressions. From the windows, though, came a whistle.

All looked to see Celestia hanging from there, looking on, amused with it all.

"My... now this is certainly a different conclusion from what I had intended." Celestia couldn't help but turn away her muzzle, a blush now spread across it—though her eyes kept on the still hard cock; even after finishing, it was ready to go, the stamina of a playboy. "Though not entirely unexpected. Always such a naughty boy—aren't you? How many times must I find you with your dick inside someone it doesn't belong?"

"Hey hey! C'mon on now Mom! It was different this time!"

"Different like how you said last time?" Celestia grinned as her eyebrows lifted. "Introduced you to the newly appointed captain of my guard. Left you two for tea and came back an hour. And what were you doing? Lying back in your seat, moaning, as that cute thing sucked you off from underneath the table."

Nightmare Moon was still feeling terribly ashamed as the dragon was still holding her. Shuffling on a leg as her eyes swept across the scene. She decided it would be best to be silent as all attention settled on the dragon. So much for being the terrible villain meant to strike fear into these ponies hearts. Now she was fearful of them catching her like this.

"She wanted to learn dragon anatomy in case of dealing with another dragon in her duty!"

"So she could suck him off too?"

"Moooom!"

Celestia's gaze passed onto Nightmare. "Fancy seeing you again dear sister. Certainly didn't expect to catch you like this. I would introduce you to my son and your nephew... buuut it seems you've already fucked him." She smiled. "Have anything to say?"

Nightmare shuffled in the dragon's hold. "G-Good to see you again as well. I heard... some things from your dragon. I'm, uh, s-sorry for everything I did."

"Even fucking my son?"

"That... is a regret I'll never have." Nightmare flicked her muzzle to the dragon. "Do you suppose you could let me go now?"

Spike coughed. "You're kinda acting as my shield here."

"Please?"

"Fine."

His claws dropped from her thigh and neck, allowing the mare to shuffle away, silent and docile, remaining that way. Still Nightmare remained at the side of the dragon, taking some of the shame off his shoulders, as the mares of the room started to close in.

But their expressions were not of mock.

"Assumed someone who acts like that much of a playboy must be swinging down there," Applejack started as she was the first to approach him, interested in his member rather than in him, head tilted in eyeing its height. "Though you can't be any bigger than Big Mac with that thing."

"Wrong again orange baloney! This dragon is packing when it comes to meat!" Something buzzed from behind the dragon and he twisted to find the voice, finding nothing, looking forward only to see Pinkie wrapped around him. Already a measuring tape was tied around his cock, a satisfying hum in reading the answer, stretching it, next to his length. "Longer and rounder and absolutely throbbing! It'll take two earth ponies to ride this bad boy dry!"

Rarity clicked her teeth and shook her snout in walking up to the bobbing cock. "Aren't you girls just impressed with the basics? Have you taken a second to even glance at the deliciousness of his attraction? Look at it!" There was no shame in the white hoof stroking the underside of the dick; Spike shivered in trying to keep still. "All these ridges and swells of these knots. The details! How different it would feel from a stallion—with all the previous perks included!"

Spike went to say something, that was, until someone hugged the back of his leg. He turned and looked down and saw Fluttershy. Wrapped around him tightly and like a dog. She was thrusting into him, throwing her crotch into his scales, humping for the feeling of her pussy beating into something. "What the..."

There were giggles from above as a shadow passed over him as well. "Don't worry about Shy! She kinda shuts down when things become a little too hectic." Rainbow hovered above his shoulders though his eyes were set on his cock. Her hoof was arched between her legs, a little awkwardly, to rub at the burning there. "Quite literally an animal in the sheets! Once she finishes, though, she returns to normal. Makes for a funny show afterward."

"And what are you doing?"

"Enjoying myself to a sight I might not get to enjoy ever again." Rainbow dropped in front of him, coming below his cock, looking as its shadow crossed over the bridge of his muzzle. "Though maybe I should take you now! How about it big guy? Wanna rock with a future Wonderbolt?"

Spike would have answered her, would have answered all of them... were it not for the purple flash. It came in an explosion as the sparks forced the mares several feet from the dragon. Below his dick manifested Twilight. Body lowered in a defensive stance. She growled. "Everyone back off! Have you all lost it? You find a dragon, in a scene like this... and your first instinct is to go on about his dick?!"

Everyone in the room, though, slowly nodded.

Twilight huffed in glaring up at the dragon. He held up his claws. Her snarl grew larger. "And you! Why am I always cleaning up after you! How many times am I going to find you doing some other mare... you're not supposed to be doing!"

Princess Celestia cheered from the back. "You tell him!"

Spike dropped his claws and shoulders. "And just why do you care so much Twilight?"

Twilight froze. Her blush expanded. Everything about her fumbled. "I... because... b-because it g-gets in the way of what we're supposed to be doing! We found out the elements were not encased in stone... but rather... they were inside of us! Able to be powered by a wish."

Their attention focused on Nightmare Moon. The six mares gathered together as Twilight closed her eyes with the rest following suit. Each of them had looked to the dragon one last time. They were joined in a wish, one centred on him, as a magical beam connected the mares and lifted them into the air.

From the six flourished forth a rainbow, which flew into the villain, banishing the darkness of her coat and reducing her size. In the moments after the flash, Princess Luna stood, shorter and smaller than before—and even more shy about this fact. The dragon leaned forward and sighed, wiping his brow, coming to look up at the mares in the room... and compelled to smile.

The night had been strange.

But it saved the day as the sun rose on the horizon.