Spike walked through the cave, the clacking of armor echoing off the stone walls, the weight of the sword tied around his waist a constant reminder of why he was here. When the girls had asked, he had brushed them off. I could see it in their eyes when we last spoke. A dragon weaker than ponies? That wasn't right in any sense—how could he expect to protect his friends if he was weaker than them?

Hence the weights. Hence the training. Hence the sleepless night treks scouting for any leads. Hints, hoofsteps, traces lingering magic; all leading him right here. To this cave. Spike had found it himself, and he would conquer it himself.

“She has to be here,” he whispered to himself. “After what she did to the changelings..to my friends... there's no way she's escaping this cave! I'll defeat Chrysalis myself. Tie her up and throw her at Twilight's hooves. That'll get me the respect I deserve.”

And why shouldn't he be the one to take down the former changeling queen? A dragon would be the best choice for this kind of mission. Going solo, he wouldn't pull any unnecessary attention. With his scales, he'd be more resilient than a pony and more resistant to magic. Plus, his training of the sword and the ferocity of his claws now rendered him a dangerous foe.

Only, the girls didn't fully believe that yet. Doing this—capturing Chrysalis—would prove his strength to everyone once and for all.

Spike nearly grinned when the cave texture changed. Neon-lit vines poked out through the cracks and holes decorating the stone walls. The grey ground rose by an inch, covered by a cocoon of black, much like that of a changeling's back.

So the rumors were true! Chrysalis really did outfit a cave in the Everfree to be her new lair, Spike thought to himself. Stomping footsteps echoed into the air up ahead. And by the sound of it, she's home to welcome her first visitor!

Spike dashed across the plastic feeling ground. In the distance, faint words and hollow giggles rang off the walls, louder and closer with every corner he cut around. The cocoon casing leaped off the ground and stretched up alongside the walls, the cave turning into a hive leading straight to its owner's lair.

“I know you're here, Chrysalis!” Spike came skidding around the last corner—the one that opened to a chamber. Circular in nature, along it, were cauldrons and black eggs, with chains dangling from the walls and green webs strung across the ceiling. “You've spent enough time hiding. Come out and face me!”

Chrysalis revealed herself. At the center of the chamber, half a rock protruded out from the ground, its top sheared off and flat—a centerpiece on which evil itself took its stand.

“How unfortunate. I've been found out.” Chrysalis stood over the bubbly cauldron, grinning at her reflection within the foul substance. “I was beginning to think that you ponies had given up finding me. What a shame that would be! All hiding and no fighting.” She slowly turned around from her work, approaching the edge of the platform. “For a while, I thought that you ponies were the cowards!”

And then she came over the edge, letting her gaze sweep across the room, then frowned when she saw nothing. Tilting her head slightly with a raised eyebrow, her attention was drawn to coughing from below.

“Yeah, hi.” Spike lowered the fist he had coughed into to his side, letting his body shift to his left hip into a fighting stance. “Your opponent here. All dragon; no pony. That won't be an issue, will it?”

“You. You're that little dragon that thrived in being Twilight Sparkle’s shadow, are you not?” Chrysalis lifted a hoof to her mouth, cackling against it. “What's the matter? Were you alerted of my hive, only for them not to believe you? They are fools for disbelieving you, and you are more of a fool for coming to face me alone..”

Spike dropped his shoulders. “That was kind of the point. It was me, and me who found you myself, fair and square!”

“And why would you desire a thing like that?”

“Because if I take you down—“ Spike's claw hovered over the hilt of his sword, digits brushing against its pommel “—then the world will have no choice but to acknowledge my existence! I won’t be an extension of Twilight any longer!”

When Chrysalis pulled down her hoof, she revealed she'd been grinning all along, the glint of her teeth exposed. She stood tall, eyes alight with embers of green lit underneath, a voice booming with life. “Foolish, but interesting! You've become your own dragon, alright. But do you wish to know what I desire from this world?”

Spike pulled his sword out from its sheath. He stopped only halfway. “Sounds like something you can tell me from inside a cage.”

“Allow me to tell it to you now, should you be the one to wind up inside that cage.” Chrysalis felt so full of herself! It'd been weeks, no, months since she'd had contact with another. And for him to be a dragon! A big, bulky, strong dragon determined to take her down... it lit her core with the flames of passion! “I don't desire a thing from the world. Unlike you, my fate doesn't depend on others.”

Chrysalis walked back and forth along the rock. Her thin tail flicked about in the air, though she didn't seem aware, her excitement finding expression through everything her body had. “My plan is to defeat you now, with my own hooves and magic, and watch the despair of defeat crush all your cute little ambitions.”

Spike should have been holding his sword (or his stomach) tighter, but instead, his claw rose to his face. More specifically, over his snout, which his palm soon pressed against. He watched the girl walk back and forth, letting her rump stride right before his eyes, her tail lifted to reveal... to reveal... revealing...

“After crushing you, I'll throw what's left of your husk before your friends.” Chrysalis laughed as she turned around, intending to be menacing by showing her back to her foe... along with her flanks and what laid beneath and between them. “Then I'll conquer them, one by one until besting Twilight. Oh, Twilight, Twilight, Twilight!”

Spike turned his head away slightly, using his other claw to rub along his eyebrow. He kept his eyes on his foe. What? What if she was planning to attack him without any warning? His eyes needed to stay on her at all times... even if that included... staring at what was between her legs.

“With her crushed, I'll throw her before this world you speak of—and destroy it!” Chrysalis raised a hoof while she laughed, it echoing off the cave walls. The sound of something splattering also echoed, from both the changeling and the dragon. “That will be my revenge. We haven't even gotten to my desire, which is to... why are you looking away from me?”

Spike tightened the hold on his snout. His grip was on the precipice of breaking bones, but he held on, even when his purple scales turned red. “In an attempt to resist your c-clever ploy! How... did you know my weakness was cute girls?”

“C-Cute?” Chrysalis's black cheeks transitioned into a light pink, the eyes above blinking. Seconds later she shook her head, waving a hoof in the air. “You dare call me such a thing! What ploy do you even speak of, dragon?”

“The show you're putting on.” Spike blinked. Pulling his claw away, blood dripped both from its contours and his snout, both droplets pelting against the red puddle between his feet “Don't... tell me you had no idea this whole time.”

Chrysalis's face scrunched up. “Speak clearly, dragon. How are you bleeding when our combat has not even begun?”

Spike, instead of taking insult, pointed a blooded claw at her. Well, not exactly at her, but rather, pointing at her rump. From the tip of his index finger, blood dripped—but it wasn't the only thing dripping in the cave.

“Have you checked in with your tail lately? Maybe what you've got underneath it?” Spike let his claw fall back against his side. He staggered back a step, off-balance from the blood loss. “Not that I've been looking on purpose, of course!”

Chrysalis glared at him for a second, suspecting a trap, but the dragon seemed too much like a goof to be that clever. So she took him at his word. Bringing her muzzle across her barrel, she glanced at her tail—seeing it raised and the goods underneath exposed.

“Y-Y-You creep!”

“H-Hey! Don't blame me, queeny!” Spike stumbled a step forward, shaking his head, spewing blood along his sides. He raised a digit of his claw, swaying it around like he was drunk. “I'm not the one showing off my neon pussy and ass to her opponent! A-And I told you, didn't I?”

Chrysalis glared at him.

“Besides!” he continued with a smirk. “I'm not the only one who’s made a puddle now, am I?”

“Explain. Now. Dragon.”

“Don't have to.” Spike was outright grinning now, feeling like, before the battle, he had already bested his foe. The weight of doubt had dropped from his chest, leaving him feeling refreshingly empty for when the real fight took place. “You've checked underneath your tail, but have you seen the ground between your legs?”

Chrysalis face became pinker, the color boiling from a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Much to her chagrin, she glanced down at her hind hooves. There, a small, thick, puddle pooled, it growing larger as droplets pelted into it.

The changeling queen's pink cheeks then went red. She had been feeling good all over! A pleasant heat from inside her body pressing out all over her body, feeling more intense at her rump, a pleasurable burning itching from her pussy.

“I, uh, hmm.” Spike looked down, coughing. “Do you get many visitors, or...”

Chrysalis turned around at once, her forehoof stepping into the puddle she had created. Her body froze, then shivered. The heat of her body went from great to horrible in mere seconds. “I enjoy my own company enough, thank you very much! I swear this is a nightmare.”

Spike raised his head with a semi-guilty expression. “I'm sorry to hear that? I... dunno. Should we just fight then? Would that make you feel better?”

“Let's.” Chrysalis hopped down from the rock, landing against the ground with a clattering of hooves. Behind, her rump continued to burn, her shimmering vulva demanding to be pressed and rubbed against the rock—anything to cool her privates. “Once you're dead, I can put this mess—“

Spike chuckled.

“—behind me.” She walked forward, shaking her head. “Then forget about it as quickly as possible.” She stopped a foot away from the dragon, both of them standing eye to eye, each becoming stiff. “Ready yourself, dragon.”

Spike nodded. His claw went back to the hilt of his sword, his eyes set on her long, black horn, it sparking to life with magic. A swirling field of thin, neon green covered it, concentrating with power the brighter it glowed.

Then, they were ready. Her horn charged and his sword drawn, the two were ready for combat, each glaring into the other's eye and... feeling strangely aroused. Spike himself should have attacked long ago, throwing the first swing, but her eyes... the soft green glow of Chrysalis eyes had him staring into them more than he would have liked.

Why was this? It was because her eyes reminded him so much of his own—if only older and dimmer from a longer life weighed down by experience. But that made them more attractive in a way. Seeing her eyes, green and glowing, a dim flame underneath, which still made them brighter than most.

Chrysalis had life to her. Despite her failings and wickedness, there was something inherently sexy about a girl, thrown down, going back for more and more with renewed vigor each time. Perseverance, more than anything, was sexy.

And Chrysalis... due to her evil nature, she should have struck long ago—but didn't. There was something about the dragon before her that enamored her. If she had to guess, it would be the youth and passion he exuded.

Spike's eyes, green, like her own, were similar in other ways. Their surface appeared faded by let down after let down, but even then, the flame behind them—the will of improving youth—burned brighter than any she'd gazed into from her own kind. That determination, plus the cute shyness he displayed earlier at seeing underneath her rump, lit a fire both in her loins and her heart.

The queen didn't want to admit, but so far, this kind of dragon was the kind she fancied. And this was after so much time away from anyone. Could her body be blamed for being denied contact for so long? Especially that kind of contact?

Having firm lips against her own. Feeling a claw slide up and down her body, appreciating her casing, each stroke daring further down her barrel. That shiver of anticipation of his palm nearing her flanks, which were beyond tight at the surface, but softer than any pony below that—relieved by a throaty moan when his claw slapped down on her cheeks, feeling each with enough to fill past each of his digits.

Chrysalis blushed. The splattering of her juices pelted at the ground beneath her, which she quickly coughed over, increasing the swirl of magic to cover the sound. This could not go on for much longer! She had to defeat the dragon now... and then take care of herself later.

“Before we begin this, dragon.” Chrysalis swallowed the lump in her throat, letting her eyes dart away but for a moment. “Tell me this. Was the sight, you know, b-b-back there unpleasant at all?”

Spike blinked. “Whuh?”

“Answer the question!”

“...I guess not?” Spike had been holding his sword up, with its length pointing down, its tip directed between her eyes. He lowered the blade slightly, the absurdity of the situation draining all seriousness he had held for combat. “I mean, I lost a lot of blood over it—to the point I thought it was a stunt.”

Chrysalis's gaze settled back on him, though her head was bowed, an inch below his. She looked shy, almost like a filly asking for something sensitive from a stallion. Her eyes struggled to stay on him, knowing they had to for them to appear strong, but failing to keep with that goal.

“So... am I what's referred to as a ‘sexy mare’, then?”

“Kinda?” Spike let his right shoulder, and thus, his sword, lower. He considered the question with a thoughtful expression. “If you ask me, you're kinda a step above a normal mare.” His other claw became straight in the air to illustrate this point. “Because you're different and stuff. And when it comes to back there, uh, your slit kinda glows green—and your... stuff is different from a mare’s.”

Chrysalis looked away once again. Her cheeks had gone from red to pink again. “In what way?”

“Well, it's more clear, kinda looking like—I dunno—gel in a way?” Spike cocked his head to the left, glancing down at the puddle behind her hind legs. “It exudes its own light, which is pretty freaking cool, and the smell is even better than that.”

“Smell?”

“Your scent. Uh, musk?” Spike glanced down with his cheeks becoming pink. “Your smell is pretty dense. But in a good way. It really draws the a-attention to you and stuff. Regardless of how this goes, I don't think you h-have to worry about attracting a mate of any kind.”

Chrysalis looked back at him. Her lips were in a frown. A forced frown. The queen wanted nothing more than to smile, and the edges of her lips kept pulling for it. But she couldn't smile! The dragon would know he had an effect on her—which he didn't!

“Your honesty is appreciated, dragon.” She took a step back. “It should be noted that you are rather, er, handsome yourself. You are the kind of dragon appealing to all—if only to changelings, at least. Your sharp muzzle, slender frame, and burning eyes are all attractive attributes to have.”

“Huh. Thanks for the ego boost, I guess?” Spike shook his head, his shoulders slumping; his eyes dropping. “Weird it's coming from a villain.” He looked back up at her, smiling. “But I'll take what I can get. So, thanks.”

“No problem.” Chrysalis now couldn't stop herself from smiling, it felt a little dorky on her face, which made her only want to laugh—which would have made her feel even dorkier! What effect was this dragon having on her, or was it her loneliness rendering her desperate enough to make anyone seem attractive? “The idea of you being a hero is also very stunning. Armor and sword compliment you well. So never lose your determination and giddiness, young one.”

“Will do.” Spike also stepped back, feeling strange about himself and her. “So, uh, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but since we've got everything out in the open, it feels right I should get this last part out.” He lowered his sword to his side for the moment. “When I saw your... crotch, my snout wasn't the only thing that was dripping.”

“Oh.” The words echoed in Chrysalis mind a few more times. She was an older girl, so she never expected to have that effect on those younger than her. It was the reason why it took so long for her mind to jump to that answer. “O-Oh!”

“Yeah, right.” Spike coughed into his forearm. Done, he took a stance, readying his sword. “So, let's get this fight on. Victor and loser tell nothing to anyone else about this, deal?”

“Very well, dragon.” Chrysalis flung her hooves into the air, feeling the space growing with power, then throwing her forehooves to the ground while her horn exploded with a burst of green magic. The pleasure of her body had found a new outlet! “The winner, who will be me, shall not lord all of this over the loser.”

Spike sighed. “At least you're understanding!”

The dragon and the changeling launched themselves at the other, screaming, though it was for reasons beyond combat. Chrysalis, rearing on her hind legs, blew a blast of magic from the tip of her horn—it gliding through the air, approaching the drake, who then slashed it along the middle. The blade dispersed the ball of magic. It blew up in a tiny blast.

“What! I-Impossible!” Chrysalis had no time to whine. The clacking of the dragon's steps continued toward her, not having lost his momentum from his attack, charging her still. With a growl, he threw himself against her chest, throwing their bodies against the rock behind her. “It shouldn't be! How could—“

“A dragon like me deal with magic?” Spike smirked, putting a wrist against her throat. With his other claw, he held up the silver blade, it shining softly into her eyes. “Sword enchanted with magic to dispel. Match that with my scales and armor, and your horn becomes pretty much useless.”

“Very well! My horn may be useless... but not my head!” Chrysalis scampered in the air, coming down on his chest. Out of reflex, he clenched, and for the moment, she felt his raw muscles shift underneath her touch. “I, er, do you work out?”

“K-Kinda?” Spike panted the word, wondering why. They'd barely started fighting. Why would he be out of breath now? “Enough to make good on my physique.” His stomach was pressed against her own, feeling the hardness of her shell give way to the softness underneath, a perfect combination that made for a delightful sensation. “You um, feel pretty fit.”

“B-Because I have little else to do in a cave. A queen ought to keep herself in shape, to show she is fit to rule!” Her green eyes flicked aside for a second, her thin mane covering them. “My pursuits have been s-successful, then?”

“Oh yeah.” Spike nodded with a confused expression. “Without a doubt.”

“T-Then so will be my move, my head!” Chrysalis went to knock her forehead against his own, to use the hooves against his broad chest to press him away, and to flick her hips against his chiseled abdomen to make sure he fell for good. “Prepare for your fall, dragon!”

If things ever went as they were planned in life.

The changeling queen brought her head down on the dragon, whose expression was determined, his fangs grinding together. He was too kind for the foe. Now he would pay with pain for his mistake.

But instead of that, however, he was greeted with pleasure.

Spike had flinched back out of reflex. His head went backward as hers came down. Instead of their foreheads meeting, it was instead their muzzles, their lips brushing seconds before hers pressed down on. She unintentionally threw her weight into him, their kiss the only thing holding her up.

“Mhmm! Hmm! Hmm? Mhmmm.”

Both struggled away from the other, finding their lips locked together. The sensation was beyond anything Spike had felt in his life—being his first kiss and all. The warmth of her breath tickled along his cheek, calming him while their lips started to mesh against each other.

What was he doing! A noble dragon kissing the wicked villain. But her lips... her lips! Like the rest of her body, her lips were encased in a shell—one that he could press easily against to feel the softness underneath.

It felt better than a normal mare in a way. Spike always imagined their lips to be furry and soft, not a whole lot of resistance to press against. It wasn't that way with Chrysalis. She had enough hardness to her lips for him to fight against, a battle of the mouths between them, shooting electricity down between each of their legs.

Chrysalis herself was clueless. It wasn't her first kiss, so it should have been easier for her to pull away. But she didn't. Instead of pulling away from the dragon, she practically threw herself at him. Letting her chest press against his armor, she brushed her lips more over his own, taking more of what her body had craved for far too long.

Then both of their eyes went wide. Both of them realized exactly who they were kissing. Breaking away at once, both of their tongues rolled out of their mouths, curling slightly in the air, each bearing expressions of pure disgust.

“You'll pay for that trick, evil queen! To think someone like you would take my first kiss?”

“Oh, am I now? Considered yourself lucky a girl should ever set her lips upon you, much less the greatness that is me!” Chrysalis brought her fore hoof along his side, feeling how his muscular frame sloped, reaching for his sword. “And when I defeat your sexy little body? I'm going to take something else from you.” She cackled as her hoof slid around his waist. “Something which you can never get back!”

“Like a girl like you could ever be a threat! If I wanted to slam you against that stone, I could. My claws running down along your sides, conquering every inch of you, becoming victorious when I took a clawful of your rump!” He clenched his own ass when he felt her hoof brush against his flank. He shivered. “Guah! T-Think you can get away with that? Think again!”

Spike charged against her chest once more, knocking her back against the rock, pinning her in place. He pressed his body on hers, scales against her smooth hardness, different from the soft fur he felt when he hugged one of the girls.

And this was far different from his usual hugs. Not even an inch separated their bodies, their chest and bellies together, their crotches along the other. His claw went to rump, cupping her right flank as it filled out against his palm, using her ass to raise her.

“I... have you now... villain...” Spike huffed with red cheeks. His tongue still hung out of his mouth, now thirsty for another reason. “You... are now... all mine...”

“That I... am....” Chrysalis also huffed. It'd been a long time since anyone had been so forceful on her. She was a queen with a duty only she could do. To suddenly have the power of responsibility taken away, to be seen as a villain needing to be punished.... trails of cum streamed down her thighs at the idea. “Now... what do you plan on... on... on doing with me?!”

Spike grinned. “Spike. You're going to start calling me that from now on, got it?”

“Spiiike!” Chrysalis cackled once more. “And just what will you be doing with me, Spike?”

“I'm the hero here. And I'm also a dragon.” Spike's claw inched across her right flank, his first time feeling up the ass of a girl, and he let his digits knead Chrysalis's softness. “You know what that means? It means that, after saving the day as a hero, I get to take whatever I want as a dragon.”

Spike had no idea what he was doing—but his body did. Instincts and intuition guided his claw along her butt, letting the top of his claw flick against the dock of her tail. He had an urge to grab on it, to tug on it, to hold her upside down by it, revealing all the naughty bits underneath to the world.

He wasn't like this. Spike would never dare think about holding a mare by her tail, standing on some street, and showing off her pussy and ponut to all the passing ponies. Be it repression from his years living in the girls’ shadow, but utterly humiliating a mare only made his crotch ache!

“And right now? I'm going to utterly defeat you.” Spike let one of his digits circle around her vulva, feeling his tip catch with cum. His claw swirled closer to her neon-lit slit, probing around in slow circles. He chuckled when her hind leg shook, kicking involuntarily at the ground below. “A dragon slaying and laying the former queen of changelings. However will you react to that, hmm?”

“Like you can take a girl like me so easily, virgin!” Chrysalis threw her muzzle against his, taking his lips in a hungry battle. She baited him, nipping on his bottom lip, urging him to do the same with her top lip. When he went for it, she giggled into the kiss, thrusting one of her forelegs into the waistband of his pants, slipping it underneath and into his underwear, feeling his cock and... something else.

“Mhhmm!” Chrysalis pulled back at once, the back of her head meeting the stone, something which she rolled her cheek against. “N-No way! You have... you have... have...”

“What's the matter? You can't take two at once?” Spike let his other claw fly down to her ass, smacking her left flank. It jiggled in place before his palm pressed down against it, squeezing it, letting its softness fill out against his palm. “Don't worry. They gave me plenty of trouble at the start. But when I got used to them? They taught me how to do stuff like this!”

Spike's other claw swiped to her ponut, letting his digits pinch her ponut. Her squeals echoed off the cave walls while one of his digits jumped to her thick sphincter, letting it trace along and around its surface. “Bet you've never had both of them worked on at once, have you? The poor, evil queen, never having a dragon show you how it's done.”

“I don't need a dragon to know of pleasure!” Chrysalis rolled her head off the rock. Grinning at him, she sent her other foreleg into his pants, feeling the top of his second cock brush against her sole. “But you haven't had a mare show you how the contact of a girl feels... much less the expertise of a changeling!”

She rubbed both of her hooves along both of his cocks, feeling their heat collected in his underwear, her hooves becoming slightly sticky from the pre she was rubbing from his tips to down along his lengths. It was so dirty for her to be jerking off her opponent like this—herself pinned against a rock, her pussy and asshole assaulted by the precision of his claws, all while they looked hungrily at each other.

“Do you know what I'm going to do to you, changeling girl?” Spike worked his claw into her pussy, feeling her innards clench around his digits. Her tightness made his cocks ache even worse, the pumping of her hooves soon not enough. “I'm going to pin you so hard against that rock that you won't even be able to frail your hind legs about. Your tail is already stuck behind your back, leaving your pussy hanging in the air.”

“Like your tiny cocks would be able to sate a girl of experience!” Chrysalis withdrew her forehooves and let them dangle by her side. She rendered herself defenseless in the purist of pleasure. “C'mon, hero! Let's see if you can defeat and conquer the big bad villain after all.”

Spike didn't hesitate. The smell from between her legs had wafted up into the air, making it dense with her scent, filling his snout with her musk. The idea of her pussy, her green-lit slit, filled his mind. He wanted nothing more than ram both of his cocks through both of her holes, pinning her in place, rendering her helpless, all while he had his way with her.

His feral, dragon self was coming out to play—and both seemed overly delighted by this.

He withdrew his armor off his body, feeling her hooves set down on his body, helping him get the damn thing off. Next came the strap of his belt, which he pulled off himself. Her hooves worked his pants down, then his boxers, his twin rods pitching a tent against the fabric.

“You better be able to fit me, dragon.” Her hooves slid his boxers down to his ankles, which he shook all the way down, kicking them afar with a foot. He then rammed his crotch into her own, letting her thighs press against them. “It's been far too long since I've had a good fuck! Let's see if you will finally be the hero to defeat me!”

“The hero's already gone and left.” Spike stared hungrily into her eyes, this sexy, semi-power girl, gone for too long without pleasure. “All that's left is the dragon that's going to take what he wants. How does that make you feel? Knowing none will care what I do to you, simply because you're evil?”

“That they'll be missing out, Spike.” Her tongue lapped against his chest, then her lips kissing the spot where she licked, using her teeth to nip on his scales. She was tugging him, wanting him, teasing him to go for it. “Take what you want, Spikey. I'm more than willing to give it.”

Spike didn't need to hear more than that. Down below, his cock pressed through the flesh of her thighs, enjoying the hard casing against his skin, the thickness of her thighs quelling some of the burnings that radiated from beneath the surface of both of his rods. Sliding his cock back and forth, feeling her legs clamp and rub his cocks between them, Spike knew that this wouldn't last him for much longer.

He needed to fuck.

And he needed to fuck right now.

From her ass, he raised a claw to the back of her head, sneaking it along her scalp. Without her knowing, his digits gripped the pithiness of her mane, yanking it up, though not too forcefully, and causing her muzzle to fully raise.

Then he brought his lips down onto hers. He'd never kissed before, but now that he had, we only wanted more of it. His only desire was to have his lips work against hers, feeling their resistance work back against his own, a brushing and impressing sensation that made him hungry for only more.

Down at her legs, his cocks pushed through her thighs, coming upward to her crotch and rump. Chrysalis could feel it. She could feel the tips of his dicks brushing along her slit, tantalizing it with his hardness, with his girth, with his ability to stretch her pussy out as none had before.

What did cause her heart to startle, however, was the other cock poking around her ponut. She'd taken it up the ass before, younger and willing, but now, she stuck to what was familiar. But it was different in this case. This dragon was about to ram his cock up her ass and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her hair pulled up, her ass felt up by a claw, Chrysalis felt her pussy outright on fire in how helpless she was, in how this dragon was about to take her, how there was none present to help her, and that she was nothing she could do about what was about to happen.

Suddenly, there came a new delight in being a defeated villain.

“Mmhmm... h-heh... I'm going to take you now.” Spike had pulled away from his lips long enough to say those words, feeling his cock brush against both of her openings, his very touch enough for her thighs to part. Her eyes quivered as they looked up to him, waiting. “I'm going to shove my cocks up your pussy and ass until you don't think you can handle it anymore. Don't you get it? You're my prisoner now, and that means I get to do whatever I want to you.”

He glanced down their bodies, seeing his cocks lines up. Chuckling, he drew the tip of one of his cocks along her vulva, letting it poke into her softness, drawing ever closer to her tight and needy whole. Chrysalis flicked her hips out of need, trying to get his cock to fill her tight little pussy already!

“Nice try,” Spike chuckled, bringing his lips to her ear, blowing a warm breath down it. “But you're mine. If I want to tease you, to desire my cocks endlessly, then I can. Grabbing you by your hair, like I am now, I would throw your mouth on my cocks, fucking your throat however much I pleased before tossing you aside, unfulfilled.” He pulled away with a smirk. “How does that sound for punishment for your wicked ways?”

Chrysalis let out the weakest, cutest, and outright adorable whine she'd given in her own life.

“But don't you worry about that, villain. Do you want to know why?” He didn't give her a chance to speak. At once, his cocks slid up to the tips in her holes, feeling the walls of her pussy and ass clamped down on his heads out of reflex. “Because you're my villain. And I always treat my possessions right.”

Spike slid his swords further into the evil queen, watching her head tilt back, eyes closed, while the following screams of pleasure then echoed off the walls around them. The further in he went, the tighter her caves became, outright clamping on his girth to cool her burning walls. He was the hardness she needed to press her blazing part against, milking all around him for the pleasant sensation it brought to her everywhere.

Then it came to the last inch. With the release of heavy groans, the dragon's legs outright shook at shoving his aching hardness into her soothing softness, her wetness coating his length, lubricating him enough for all of him to fit inside with little space to spare.

Spike himself couldn't hold back. Once he was all the way inside her pussy and ass, the sensation was unlike anything he'd felt before, throwing his head back and eliciting a whine out from the depths of his throat.

Both of their heads rolled forward at the same time. Chrysalis, still held by the mane, had her tongue rolled out, the steam of her breath rushing past it. She was hungry, thirsty, and wanting. Which was fortunate, because so was Spike.

They didn't bother with the foreplay. Both of them were filled with the hunger in their loins to just fuck. Bringing his claw from her hair to the nape of her neck, the dragon pulled the changeling in for a kiss, each fighting the others' lips, their tongues snaking in-between. They fought for oral dominance, creating near steam inside their closed maws.

Spike slid his cocks out to her entrances, leaving only his tips inside of her. He slipped out easily enough, the move unexpected to them both, and even more still when all of his lengths pushed back inside her, spreading her walls outward from speeding force alone.

And this continued. His cocks pushed and out of her clenching tunnels while the two furiously made out from above. Thin trails of cum raced and squirted from in-between both of their legs, coating both of their thighs, sweat forming from their exertion.

Spike's thrusts became more savage. His hips outright smacked against her own while he shoved himself inside, his claw still squeezing her flank, bringing extra nervous sensations to the heads of both of his cocks.

The feeling was true even with Chrysalis. She caught on to the dragon's thrusts and timed herself with him, bucking into his cock when he thrust forward, shivering every time he entered her, spread her walls apart, making her pussy feel utterly filled for once in her life.

But that wasn't enough for the defeated foe. No. Chrysalis made sure that, when the dragon pulled out, to clamp and clench her walls around his cocks, slowing their departure and having their coarse hardness rub, nearly scratch against her undulating walls.

Their kiss from above broke seconds later, a thick bridge of saliva connecting their parted lips. The dragon and the changeling stared lovingly into the eyes of the other, something beneath their surface sparked by the other, something magical and romantic while they fucked savagely below.

“C-Chrysalis?”

“Yes... dragon?”

“I really, I dunno, kinda like you.”

Chrysalis smirked as she took his lips once more, the words before she did so being, “Likewise.”

Spike lost himself to the kiss, one not of lust, but bordering on love. Below, at the crotches humping together, he felt the aching at the base of his dicks break, the overwhelming warmth and clenching softness around his cocks too much for the young dragon to take.

The dragon felt his cocks well with pleasure, two balls expanding half-way down his length, knotting to slit of her pussy and to her ponut. The girl felt it at one, the bigness getting bigger, and tried clenching down on it at once—needing to cool her needy and burning walls once and for all.

But there was simply too much for her to take! Instead of needing to clench down on his girth, the former queen now needed to simply endure his members expanded out against her walls, stretching them to new extremes. The bulge of his cock became an outline along her belly, pressing down.

It was too much. Everything came suddenly. Both of the lovers minds shut-off at the overwhelming pleasure that struck their bodies out of the blue. Spike felt his heads spurt their loads deep inside her caves, feeling both undulate in response, femcum welling from along her walls.

Both of them screamed into their kiss, a heavy load dropped from both of their loins at once, leaving them both pleasantly empty. Moments passed before Spike finished jizzing inside of her, enjoying every time his walls rubbed along him, coaxing a little more out from him. But once he was done, his knots shrunk back into himself, his cocks pulling free while a small stream of whiteness poured down from her slit and ponut.

And then the two collapsed. Both of their legs buckled while they slid down the rock. Spike turned and let his back rub down it, grabbing the queen by her waist and pulling her against his own, both of them slumping down together.

And, together, they panted. Bodies together, eyes drooping, they panted and they chuckled, enjoying the feeling of each other. She sat against him, her back against his chest, her head tucked in the crook underneath his chin. It was a tight, safe place, one she enjoyed the warmth and closeness of very much.

“Y-You know,” Chrysalis stated, “that was my first time hate-fucking.”

Spike chuckled. “That was my first time fucking. Period.”

“Trust me, I know.” When Spike glared down at her, she giggled, twisting herself enough to lift an inch and lay a kiss against his cheek. “But you did better than most during their first time. There is so much to you that not even I could not take.”

“Ha.” Spike leaned his head against the rock. “If only the same were true for you needing love.”

Chrysalis blinked. A thought appeared. Then a smile on her lips the next. “It very well might be.”

Spike glanced down at her. “How so?”

“You are a dragon and greedy by nature. What you did to me now, taking control, you've shown a side you'd showed to no other, yes?” There was hesitation, but he nodded. “You can't show it to ponies in fear of what you might do, how others may react. You're like me in that way.”

Now Spike narrowed his gaze on her. “And just how do you mean that?”

“You have something that's 'bad' about you, so much so, you may be seen as a villain were you to show it off too often. But at the same time, it's still an aspect of you. Something you can deny for so long.” Chrysalis felt herself become excited at the implications of her unfolding logic. “In a different world, you would have become a villain much like me.”

Spike huffed as steam blew from his nostrils. “And what are you saying? That I should team up with you and I being villains? That we should rule the world and be evil together? We only just hooked up and you're already plotting that?”

“Do not misunderstand me, dragon.” Chrysalis smirked as she settled back against him. “I instead mean the opposite of your thoughts. Think about it. You have so much lust to give from your greed to mate savagely. I'm a girl that need to feed off high powers of love to remain strong.”

Spike coughed. “Wait. So you're saying that my greed means I gave off too much power...”

“...and I need a generator of power to keep my hunger sated.” She tiled her head and delivered a kiss to his jaw. “Which means we're perfect together. You can get rid of all that pent up energy, and I can live in peace in this forest without having to worry about going hungry.”

She cuddled against them, feeling the weight from her loins not only gone, but from her heart instead. “You came here to slay a villain, didn't you? Now you have a chance to reform one... only with a different kind of sword.” She giggled, then waited in the silence for a moment. “So what do you say, dragon? What... what will you do, Spike.”

His chuckles pushed from his chest and brushed against her back, their sound echoing from above. Was that a good thing, or was he laughing her plan off? It felt good to be against another, but for it all to vanish suddenly would hurt the poor girl's heart more than she could handle.

“You better prepare yourself for round two, prisoner.”

She felt something becoming hard near her rump.

And then Chrysalis felt good about herself.

“Alright, Twi.” Spike jogged back a few steps from the kitchen, grinning, an absent claw adjusting the sword-strap over his chest. He was trying for a new style. Instead of armor he now wore a long, brown jacket—a grey shirt met with black pants underneath, ankle-high boots after that.

“Another late-night training session.” Once he'd gotten the strap perfectly, the dragon turned around, waving a claw as he passed through an archway and into the crystal hall. “You know the deal. Don't wait up for me! And your dinner is in the fridge—still warm too!”

Twilight had just stepped into the room to find her number-one assistant leaving. That felt like a trend to her recently. Whenever she showed up, it was time for him to go. And always with the same excuse. Training.

Why the excessive training?

Twilight thought as her hooves clopped against the ground, soon bringing her against the same archway he'd passed under. Leaning against it, she watched him run down the down, a jump to his step, a claw already gripping his sword as he was bound to the twin doors.

It's only been a few months since his growth spurt, and yet he's training every day. Twilight lifted a hoof to her chin, laying some of her weight into it. He vowed to become as strong as the rest of the girls. Not with wisdom, but strength. Is all this training him trying to overcompensate?

Twilight lifted her head with a shake. “I'm the worst friend ever. Why didn't I say something sooner?”

The sounds of her hoofsteps echoed off the walls while she stalked the halls. Her body followed after the dragon before her mind even had the chance to agree. That was her way of showing her love—letting her body, before her mind, decide what should happen next.

“Or maybe all this training is good for him! Exercise, stress-relief, with constant reminders of self-improvement made toward the progress of an overarching goal!” Twilight laughed harder than she should have. “And if he were to get even stronger, then his c-chiseled chest would get even b-bigger!” Twilight then stopped in place, realized what she said. Coughing into a hoof, she turned her head away. “I mean that in a way that could help stop a villain... cause strength and muscles and stuff!'

She then giggled to herself seconds later, a sinister smile overtaking her lips.

“Yes, that's the reason why I want to check on Spikey,” Twilight told herself as she approached the door, readying her horn with a spell to track the dragon. “Why would I ever doubt myself on that?”

The Everfree? Twilight hooves pressed down a step before the dark grass, which marked the forbidden entrance to the forest. Spike's been coming here to train? Guess it makes sense due to the proximity of threats here. But, still... I don't like the idea of Spike being out here at all.

With this thought, Twilight Sparkle entered the forest. Her horn was glowing a soft green, revealing marks of the same color in the ground, steps made by dragon's feet. They were getting brighter by the minute, illuminating her way through the dark forest, made darker by night and the dense foliage hanging above her.

Should I call out his name? No, I don't have a good enough excuse to be stalking him right now. Twilight carried along a narrow path of tall bushes and pointy branches, ducking and sometimes crawling, that path leading to some open area. Think about why you're here. To check up on Spike to see how his sessions go. You need more information before you can make a decision.

Twilight came to a pause before a wall of branches blocking the path. In the small spaces in-between the branches, she could see out to the opening. It was a small circle of flat grass, dotted by bushes. Torches on wooden poles were struck along the circle, lighting the area in a warm, green glow, one being lit by a dragon, standing below his, exhaling flames.

At least he knows how to set an arena properly. Twilight lowered to the ground, her soft belly brushing against the spades of grass, before crawling forward. She struggled to get underneath the wall, especially when her rump kept getting caught against it. Oh, come on! I'm big, but I'm not THAT big in the flank department... am I?

Twilight struggled both with that question and herself. It was true. She did have big flanks. At least, she thought so. Nopony else had ever said anything about them. It was the same about her sexually: none had said a thing.

None, of course, aside from Spike. They were close enough to joke around with stuff like that. He'd joked her butt had gotten bigger when she became a princess—all because she would need more to sit on while doing paperwork.

Twilight both loved and hated jokes like that, which left her confused, both about herself, him, and the jokes in-between them. Finally getting her fat plot underneath the wall, Twilight continued to crawl, right into a bush that offered her a front-row seat of the arena.

This is... rather uncomfortable. Twilight settle into place inside the bush, feeling wooden things poke at her ass. She didn't mind the feeling all that much, grateful for how she could see Spike and how he couldn't see her. I should be able to spy on him from here. He won't have a clue about it! Isn't that just... just... wait. Why am I getting excited over spying on my friend during training?

Training. Spike using his sword to slice apart timberwolves, leaping in the air to avoid attacks, his coat whipping in the air while he removed, flashing the tight shirt that clung to his chest and abs. If the fight got serious—the dragon would have to ditch the clothing, exposing the muscular splendor previous hidden underneath all that fabric.

I can almost see the outline of his abs! Twilight giggled. When the sound rang out, she covered her mouth with a hoof quickly, nearly biting into it. The distant Spike had turned around at the sound, his claw already gripping the hilt of his sword, his expression slightly concerned and fully determination. H-How did he learn to look so hot without trying!?

Twilight felt her body shaking to expel her gushing feeling. Some of the branches poked into her butt, pressing against her right flank—but she only rubbed further against it. One had brushed through her tail, poking at the thickness of her vulva.

And once more, Twilight Sparkle didn't mind one bit.

“You appear once more, hero? Your attempts are useless! Useless useless useless!” It couldn't be! Black hooves stepped into the circle, the green eyes of the former queen made brighter by the glowing flames. “You're still just a hatchling! What? You think a baby dragon like yourself even stands a chance against an experienced queen such as myself?”

Spike chuckled. He took a step toward her, grinning, with his claw still on the hilt of his sword. 'Experienced at losing, maybe! You're a big girl that likes being let down, aren't ya?” He was a few steps away from her, pulling out his sword, at last, holding it at his side. “Or maybe you like being pushed down. Having some hero pin you against the ground, taking everything you still have left to offer.”

Chrysalis held a hoof against her mouth while cackling a fake laugh. “Is that what you want, dragon? Your greed makes you no better than me. Say it aloud! What, oh ever what is it you desire from me? Power? For me to get down and beg you not to harm me?”

Twilight, meanwhile, couldn't believe her eyes. The very queen of the changelings, the one missing for months, was here now, facing off against her dragon—like it wasn't even the first time. Shaking her head, Twilight went to charge. She only stopped at the sound of her dragon speaking once more.

“Where's the fun in that, villain?” Spike twirled his sword in-between his digits, letting it flip in the air until, finally, driving its tip deep into the earth. He glanced back up at the queen, her legs trembling at the wave of power he expelled. “When I knock you to the ground, there's no surprise for either of us if you know what's going to happen next.”

Twilight crawled back into the bush, feeling the branches scratch against her skin, though the words echoing in her head hurt worse. I... I've never heard him speak like that before! Spike's never like this! He's ordering her around right now, letting his voice get so deep, his words so sinister, the powerful vibe he's giving off...

Twilight Sparkle crawled further back—gasping when the branch at her vulva snagged along her lips. At once, it flicked against her cunt, brushing up in-between her folds, its tip poking at her tight little hole. Her thick, purple thighs rubbed against each other out of reflex, striving to stiffen the pleasure starting to radiate from her pussy.

N-No way! I can't be getting W-WET to something like this! It's wrong! Spike's my assistant! Chrysalis is a villain! I'm in a bush, hiding and getting off, and that's so... so... IT FEELS SO GOOD! Twilight wiggled her hips, feeling her flanks jiggle, the stick in her pussy tracing along her folds. Everything wrong about this just makes it feel that much better! Oh, if only Spike knew I was here, watching him like this, letting my pussy get wet to the idea of him. The fact he doesn't know I'm here just makes me... makes me want to touch myself more!

Up ahead, Spike started to charge at Chrysalis, who in turn raised her hooves. His body slammed into hers, carrying her during his charge, until he threw himself against the base of some tree. They were directly underneath one of the torches, both of their panting bodies illuminated by green flames.

Chrysalis, with her back against wood, at once flung her forehooves at him. They beat hopelessly against his chest, which didn't even get a flinch out of him. His pecs remained hard and still as ever, which only drove her hooves to beat faster.

Faster and faster like a filly banging her hooves against a stallion she had a crush on.

Spike beat her t-that quickly!? Twilight thought to herself as she crawled forward, giving space between her and the branches. Some still poked at her butt, but the one at her pussy flicked back into place, a smear of femcum coating its tip. It wasn't even close to that easy during our fight! What gives? Has Spike truly gotten that strong, able to pin her against that tree, both of their bodies pressing together, and... oh my...

Twilight almost missed it. Her dragon raised his claws in a blur, each gripping both of Chrysalis's forelegs. With a grin, he threw them above her head, letting her writhe below them. They struggled in his grip, slipping inch by inch through his palm—only making him grin more.

He's letting her escape! But why would he...

Twilight's thoughts were cut short by her assistant's actions. His claws yanked her hooves off the tree—right before slamming them back into the bark, his grip tightening, so much that Chrysalis couldn't even twist her wrists. She wiggled the rest of her body in response.

“Trying to break free by any means?” Spike stared down at her closed eyes, smirking, like how a predator looks down at its prey. “How hopeless! Tell me, villain... how does it feel to be bested by someone as puny as me? To know you were defeated not only by the girls, but by their weak, small, little assistant.”

Chrysalis eyes cracked open. Her gaze was drawn up, brought on by the warmth brushing, nearly licking across her chest. Her head raised enough for it to be frozen still. The dragon was staring down at her, with his tongue having made loops in the air. When she glanced to the right, she saw the end of his tongue licking upon her cheek, pressing slowly along her hard surface.

“You must get off to being defeated,” Spike said as his tongue retracted inside his mouth. “Because you do it so much. Everything you built only to fall in a single moment. You know it, too. Seeing everything slowly fall apart as you know all is about to be lost.” He chuckled at how her smaller body rubbed against his, the last action she could still make. “The only thing you haven't lost is control over your own body.”

His muzzle leaned down before her own, both of their locking, each bright, one because of hunger, the other because of realization, lust welling within their glints.

And then, without words, his body pressed fully against her own. His hulking frame pinned her against the wood, his muscles filling out against the surface of her body, forcing her to feel how big and how hard he was. With him all over and against her, Chrysalis wasn't even able to flinch now.

“Unable to fight. Unable to move. Unable to do anything.” Spike brushed his snout against hers, both their cheeks flushing at the touch. Keeping himself there, he stared deeply into her eyes. “Whatever will you do in a situation like this?”

Chrysalis stared back at him, her lips curled in a smile, they sometimes parting while she panted. It wasn't from exertion, though his chest against her lungs rendered it slightly harder for her to breath. No. She only licked her lips, and then her muzzle went in for the dive. “Take what I wanted all along.”

And then her lips crashed against his.

And then his lips took her landing softly.

Twilight, on the other hoof, took none of this gently.

No way. No way! There is no way this is happening right now! Twilight shifted from inside of the branch, cracking some branches. She stopped shifting at hearing the sound, keeping still, hoping no one else heard the snap. Seconds later, the duo kept making out.

Twilight sighed. They're too caught up in their make-out session to care. Oh, what am I saying! Look at them go! Spike hasn't kissed a mare before, much less a queen. How can he be this good!? Make Chrysalis out of all girls moan like that with his kissing alone, and in his first time. Unless, unless this isn't his first time.

And then it struck Twilight.

It all makes sense now! All those late night training sessions... how could I have been so blind? Coming back home happy but tired. Also drinking water nearly non-stop. I always thought he trained so hard he needed to recover, but I didn't think about what kind of training he was doing!

Twilight continued to watch the affair. She watched how they made out, their muzzles sometimes pulling away, only for Chrysalis to inch forward, nibbling on his bottom lip, drawing them both back against her own. They were playing a game of tug and pull—something she was great at.

And Spike isn't doing bad for himself at all. Twilight continued to watch her grown dragon work down the girl. His claws released her forelegs, having sensed they'd given up in their struggle, which they did, as they came down to hang at her sides. With his claws free, they came down along the sides of Chrysalis's body, letting them feel up and down her curves. His claws look so BIG against her body. The way how he's holding her so tightly... like he could pick her up and whisk her away... taking her somewhere private to do whatever he wished to her.

Twilight blinked.

But this is somewhere private, she thought to herself with shame, and I'm the one peeping on them. That's not right! I came here out of goodwill for my assistant and nothing more! So long as I take notes about how his training goes, then my motives are still pure!

Twilight surprised herself with some of the shit that came out of her mouth. Her logic was thinner than the twigs poking against her ass. She saw through it the moment she spoke it, and yet, she kept to it, knowing to say otherwise meant to admit herself a dirty little filly.

So. Twilight took mental notes. Her eyes narrowed on his claws reaching down to the changeling's flanks, taking each into the palm of a claw, kneading her softness, seeing it fill out in-between her digits.

Chrysalis threw her head back in a moan.

Spike grinned. He threw himself further against her, forcing her head to keep tilted back, letting his muzzle crash against hers. They kissed with her upside down, her eyes drifting shut. Her forelegs rose, blindly, patting against his sides before pressing along his slender hardness.

“Mmhmm.... oh villain... did I say you could touch me?” Spike pulled up from her lips, though his tongue still flicked inside her maw. “Consider yourself lucky for meeting me, Chrysalis. Another hero would have thrown you to the dirt for doing that.”

Chrysalis giggled. “A hero who actually takes charge? Oh, my. Could you introduce us?”

Spike smirked. “As you wish.”

His claw flew to her foreleg, gripping around it. With a solid hold, he threw her to the right, off the bark, away from him, her body crashing against the grass. Her thin mane rose into the air from the motion, a cute squeal escaping her lips.

Chrysalis regained focus at once. Putting two shivering forelegs against the ground, she grunted while pushing herself up, looking to make a break for freedom. But another groan escaped her. A foot crashed into her back, not hard, but with enough force to slam her barrel back into the grass.

“Cute little changeling.” Spike twisted his foot against her back, rolling the rest of her against the grass. His eyelids rose higher than they should, his lips curling up to reveal his every fang, each minuscule movement fueled by sinister delight. “What was your plan? Crawl away hopelessly? Hoof after hoof, knowing someone like me staring at you from afar, making you wonder when I'll drag you back.”

Meanwhile, inside the bush, Twilight bit her bottom lip. I... I never knew Spike could ever be like this! It's always been me giving the orders to him. Sure, he may talk back sometimes, but he's never flipped the power dynamic like this before. And why... why am I suddenly wishing he had done so?

Twilight's bit harder into her bit, feeling an itch at the entrance of her pussy, feeling everything around it warm up. It didn't help how the rest of her body raided heat, made hotter by every passing second, finding to escape inside the bush already beyond warm.

I could already see how it would look now, Twilight thought to herself, cowering, while her thighs worked at the lips of her pussy. Using her softness to scratch her itch did nothing to relieve—only for the sensation to ache underneath the surface. Both of us in the kitchen one morning. I'd... I'd give him trouble for staying up so late. He'd get mad, yelling at me while towering over me, b-blanketing me in his shadow.

Soon her rubbing thighs were not enough. Twilight still laid on her stomach with her hooves tucked inward. With a clench of her right eye, one of her forelegs came underneath her barrel, brushing along the fur of her chest and belly, stopping, nearly out of reach, at her dripping cunt.

We'd start fighting. He'd start growling deeply. Then I'd say something that just made him snap! The edge of her hoof played with the base of her lips, stroking at the spot of her engorged clit. He'd put his claws against me, and I would bat my forehooves against his chest. Mmhmm, Spikey wouldn't take that for a second!

Twilight continued to touch herself in the concealment of the bush. Her eyes one eye looked down at her foreleg, seeing how it pulled back and forth along the bottom of her barrel, the fact she couldn't see, but feel her ministrations only brought her perversion to deeper depths.

He'd grip my forelegs as he did hers, turning me around in the air. Then, throwing them and my chest on the table, he'd keep me hunched before it. Twilight lifted her eyes to the scene beyond the foliage, seeing how his foot came off the once tall changeling. He kneeled over her back, placing both shins against her sides.

Spike had himself kneeled over Chrysalis. He still hovered a few inches above her, though his tail laid against her crotch, his scales inching along her tight slit. That was all he was going to give for throwing her so harshly down on the ground.

But the dragon wasn't going off script anytime soon.

“Get your head up, useless changeling.” He stared down at the helpless girl below him, seeing her eyes wide, focused on him, but the twin cocks poking into the air. During their tackle, he'd unbuttoned the top of his pants, pulling down his boxers to reveal his half-erect cocks. “You should be glad to know I've found a use for you after all. For a villain, you get to be grateful to serve a hero like this. Call it redemption if you like.”

“You... there's no way... you're not serious!” Chrysalis clutched her forelegs over her chest. “You wouldn't force a defeated foe to suck your cock, would you? A dragon, maybe! But a hero wouldn't dominate prisoner like that, would he?”

Spike grinned. “You're absolutely right.”

Chrysalis sighed in relief. “So you mean it, then? You'll bestow mercy?”

“Not a chance, little changeling.” Spike's tail had come around her side, wrapping around each of her forelegs and dragging them down against her sides. His shins then locked them against her. All that was between them, now, was his twin cocks twitching nearly painfully in the open air. “You're not just going to suck one of my cocks. Oh, no—you're going to suck them both.”

Chrysalis swallowed as her pupils shrunk to pinpricks. In the light of dim green flames above, each of his members cast a thick, black silhouette over her face. Each cock twitched eagerly, both being pointed down at her, like they knew this little changeling was going to suck them off in her tight, warm maw.

“What's the matter? Don't you like what you see?” Spike chuckled from high above her, each of his claws coming to slam down on each of his members. He gripped them both from the underside, jerking, ever slowly, to get himself into the mood. “There's not many villains who get to pay the hero back for servicing them. Fewer to claim the right to have sucked the dicks of a dragon before.”

His claws picked up in intensity in response to his words. Both of his cocks grew further out, their tips coming closer to the cowering changeling, who could do nothing but press her body harder against the ground in a vain attempt to struggle against her fate.

“That's a better title for you, isn't it? To be known as a dragon dick sucker instead of some queen.” Spike kept stroking his lengths, feeling the hardness of their girth. They ached. Oh, how they ached and throbbed and nearly steamed from their brewing heat. They needed something wet to extinguish their flames, and the dragon had just the place for them to rest inside. “Think all the pleasure that title brings.” He chuckled. “Or how much it brings to me. Now, open wide!”

Chrysalis could hardly stifle her scream when two cocks flew into her mouth. They forced her maw open wider than ever before, struggling to have her lips even close to touching. One member against her tongue, the other pressing against the ceiling of her mouth, Chrysalis's eyes rolled back from the impact.

She gagged on his cock. The taste of his cocks, surprisingly and pleasantly salty, attacked her taste-buds. His scent, the thick musk of dragon cocks flooded her snout. Her lungs inflated with the smell of nothing but him, creating a fresh trail of cum to pour from the bottom of her pussy.

After a few seconds, filled with the dragon's panting and the changeling's gagging, the two started to settle into place. Chrysalis had closed her eyes while her mind went blind, leaving her to desire only the pleasure, the thick, hard, pulsating pleasure currently quivering inside her mouth.

She struggled. Her tongue licked along the underside of the bottom cock, feeling steaming blood course through a single vain. She tried hard to appease it, to give the throbbing erection the sensation she desired—her tongue was trapped underneath it, unable to do much than awash them both in her moist breaths.

“You are more useless than me. That's disappointing.” With a heavy sigh, Spike pulled his top cock out of her mouth, ceasing the aching in her jaw. His cock now hung in the open air, the wet saliva around its head cooling against him. “Because of your inability to do a basic task, now I have to leave my of my cocks hanging. For a prisoner slut, you sure suck at your job.”

Only Spike chuckled at his joke.

Chrysalis had closed her eyes at the alleviation of tension inside her mouth. One of his cocks was still inside of her, sure, pressing out against the interior of her cheeks—but this she could handle. Letting her tongue poke about his flare, she lubricated him with her spit, her tongue sliding further along his head.

“But you don't have to worry. You've got Spike here to give you a claw.” He was enjoying the feeling of her tongue working along his shaft, licking at his every inch, a subservient little cock sucker. Her lips slid up and down against his half-point, letting their faux hardness press down against him. “Though you're doing a better job of blowing my c-cock now.”

Spike tilted his head back for a second, immersing himself in the clenching pleasure sparking from his cock. Chrysalis worked against it now, bobbing her head along his length, finally starting to suck him off. The flick of her tongue teased his aching into submission, enough that, when her tight muzzle took more of his throbbing length into her tight muzzle, her cheeks were able to rub along the sides of his cock.

Her mouth was so wet, humid, and soft. Her tongue sometimes draped over his dick in need of seconds long respites, making him feel like a strong thing for her to throw her weak self on and over. There wasn't enough of her to take all of him—at least, not without assistance.

Looking down at the changeling queen caught underneath his body and his cocks, Spike's lips flew up to his right in the biggest grin he had in his life. Ruled purely by greedy, dragon instincts, his claw slipped to the back of her head, digits gripping around her skull.

“Give yourself a little credit here, Chrysalis. You did the best you could to suck my fucking cock.” Her eyes opened at the sense of his touch. She tried to inch her head around to see his claw, but couldn't even flinch. His lock on the back of her head was strong. “But it seems like you always need someone else to help you along. Can't even suck dick by yourself... however did you become queen of changelings of all things?”

Chrysalis couldn't have answered that question even if she had tried. She moaned at the feeling of being her body pinned against the ground, her head held tightly by his claw, forcing her head to keep straight and her eyes locked on the dragon's crotch. Her gaze swept over the top of his cock, the one still inside her mouth, seeing she'd only gotten half inside of her mouth.

For an experienced girl, she had lost her edge over the years.

“I'm going to fuck your throat now. Shove my cock down your mouth to listen to you gag.” Spike followed with his promise seconds later. With her head locked in place, the dragon thrust his hips into her chin, feeling his cock poke against the back of her throat—before sliding down into it. “That's it. Be a good little villain and... go limp.”

Were it not for the cock suffocating her, Chrysalis would have giggled. Her eyes rolled back into her skull while his cock slid along her mouth, backing and thrusting, feeling the velvet texture of her throat clamp down along his length and girth.

“O-Oh my. You're... hmm... r-really good.” Chrysalis took his grunted words with a gagged chuckle, letting her eyes drift shut. It was like she'd found purpose, a way to find make herself useful. She let her head fall into his full control, letting her face smack against his crotch, keeping her mouth as open as possible. “Guess you're not a discarded villain after all, are ya?”

Spike gave a few more pumps down her throat. While one cock was rubbed my smooth walls and squeezed by wet muscles, the other was forced to throb in the air. It fed off the sensation of its brother, though it still ached, left untouched.

Spike pulled Chrysalis head against his crotch a few more times, delighting in the power he held over her, nearing jizzing with how good it felt to be fucking her head, mouth, and throat with something like his cock. It was the ultimate act of domination. Something the dragon in him craved, surprised and repressed, a part of him now expressed due in debt to the willingness of Chrysalis.

For that reason, perhaps, that he let go of her head.

“Learned your lesson in sucking dick yet? With me already inside you, I doubt there's much you can screw up at this point.” Spike came up from the grass slightly, with his cock still in her mouth and, with a few steps back then turned around. “We're going to change up the pace here. Doesn't seem right that I leave my loyal prisoner without some form of reward.”

Grinning, he laid himself forward again, letting his chest fall and then press against Chrysalis's stomach. Head hovering above her crotch, his eyebrow arched at seeing the thin tail covering what he wanted to see. “A curtain? No way I'm waiting for that to rise to enjoy the show.”

His claw snaked through her tail, feeling the dock of it. With a flick of his thumb, he sent the tail flying forward, landing between her legs. Where it was, the dragon was left smirking, then licking his lips the sight below him.

Chrysalis pussy laid before his face. Small, tight, her slit possessing a neon-green to it. He grinned at that last fact. As much as Spike loved the mares in his life, none of them had glowing pussies. The soft green glow of the changeling only drew his curiosity, having his mouth poke at her vulva.

From inside the bush, Twilight could hardly keep herself from screaming. I... I can't believe it! I've always known Spike had two... cocks... but I never expected them to be so big! I can see the bulge of one pressing against Chrysalis's throat—he's that thick!

Twilight had returned to rubbing her thighs together. It was all she could do to hold back her pleasure and desire. If she wasn't afraid of getting caught, she would have driven a hoof deep into her slit and finished the job. But there was little sense in getting caught—much like this.

This isn't the first time they've mated... though they may very well be the first dragon and changeling who have. And to think, I'm getting to see the first intersperses intercourse... and I can't help but get wet to the idea of it!

Twilight brought a hoof over to her rump, stealing a quick glance at it. All those times before when she wondered about how great her ass was, she realized that Spike was the only one to joke about it. Ironic, since it was only him that she cared about his opinion for that kind of stuff.

What exactly does Chrysalis have that I don't. Her butt is slim but firm, but mine is just... b-big! Is that a good thing? A bad thing? I guess it depends on the pony. Wait, no! It depends on the dragon! Twilight continued to watch her young assistant go to work on the changeling. He kissed at her encased vulva, his tongue slithering out along her glowing folds, swirling along the area.

Imagine if he was doing that to me. He'd have more of a mess to clean up, that's for sure. Twilight's hoof worked at her left flank, sinking into the softness, pressing it around. It didn't make her much pleasure, but when she thought of his claw working against her ass... Spike's nearly a pro with that tongue! They way it's probing deeper into Chrysalis slit. She's rocking her crotch into his face, and he doesn't seem to care!

It was true. Chrysalis, with the dragon crotch hovering inches above her, forced herself up his length, struggling to take more of him in. Determination, and without demand, she blew him the best she could, striving to fit all of his cock down her throat all so he would cum directly into her stomach. That would warm her from the inside... sating her need to steal love? No way. That couldn't have been an alternative to the changeling problem, could it?

Those thoughts were useful to her mental studies but not to her building pleasure. Her hoof, unable to stimulate the feeling of a sharp and precise claw, began to smack her ass to feel that impact—that his palm was slapping her cheek, causing it to jiggle, leaving her wetter and him harder.

And his poor other cock out in the open like that! Spike must be aching with no attention being paid to it! Twilight played a dangerous game. Her mind wandered to dangerous prospects, made appealing by her arising arousal. If I were to just go out there, I could show Spike my giant plot. He'd love it! If I can sandwich his members in-between my big flanks, clenching to bring him pleasure, he'd prefer my rump! And... when we're both ready... he could shove his cock in whichever hole he would like! Oh, my!

Twilight giggled into her hoof. It would seem I'm losing myself from science to pleasure. Keep focused, Twilight. You need decent notes to excuse this whole mistake. What better cue do you need to keep watching than that!

Twilight returned to watching. The dragon had his face buried into the changeling's pussy, a light green cast around his muzzle, with his snout buried deep in her snatch. While he kissed passionately at her tight little hole—sometimes slipping inside due to the flicks of her hips—his tongue worked at her clit, wrapped around it, squeezing it, and unwinding in an ultimate lick that brought intense pleasure and shivers down the former queen's spine.

Juices started leaking out of her cunt at once. Some splashing on the dragon's snout, though he didn't mind, always quick to lick her mess up. His tongue had flicked and slipped inside her pussy, stroking along the walls that welled with more of her cum. Its sweet and strawberry taste only made him lick everywhere for more.

If only Spike was working on MY pussy like that. To think, what was once little Spike, locked in place by my plush thighs, his snout buried deep past my folds. Twilight watched as her assistant continued to make out with her villain's pussy, which was partly why Twilight hated Chrysalis. He's about to make her cum by his tongue alone! Why didn't I think about the uses of his tongue before?

Seconds later, the answer struck, and Twilight laughed.

Because I wasn't his hopelessly perverted for my number-one assistant before.

And that's how the duo went. Spike shoving his face deep into pussy, licking every inch of every wall, letting his snout vibrate in her vulva and against her clit for extra effect. Then, on the other side, Chrysalis had gotten used to her role as cock sucker.

Spike doesn't even seem aware of what he's doing with his hips. At this point, he's outright humping her face! Twilight pressed into her ass harder, a burning, pleasurable sensation pulsated from underneath her flanks. And Chrysalis isn't even saying a thing. She's just... taking it all in stride!

Chrysalis didn't seem to care about her mouth and throat being fucked. From her head against the ground, all she saw was the bottom of the dragon, crouched over her, thighs locked at the sides of her head. He humped her face almost like a god, outright fucking her throat while keeping her locked in place.

But all she did was moan, lick, and clench when it felt right. Her hunger for love had been sated long ago, but in its place, lust had appeared. It burned only for one, the dragon whose face was between her legs, eating out her pussy. That had yet to be filled, and though his long, slender tongue brought her over the edge, it still wasn't enough to fill her.

They both look tired of the foreplay. Are dragons and changelings more synced when it comes to advancing their pleasure, or is that because their personalities are deeply connected? Twilight gasped, not only at seeing the Chrysalis come, hear her scream through the muffle of the cock at the pleasure, but also because of the implications of her previous statement. Wait a second. Does that mean those two, over the course of a few months, have developed a deeper relationship than the one Spike and I have? If he and I were to make love... would we be as good as her?!

Twilight hateful arousal was not made much better by seeing a splash of changeling cum come across Spike's cheek. He pulled out of her pussy at once, using his long tongue to lick the juices away. Looking over at the changeling, he saw the glow of her eyes at their most intense, looking at his cock like something more than to be sucked.

Oh my... they're going to get to the main act now... I'm going to see my number-one assistant make love to one my worst enemies! And even though I hate for so many reasons, I can't help but want to be alongside her to enjoy all of this.

It didn't help that, with the more the couple did, the hotter Twilight's pussy became. She could feel herself winking out of a need to be touched and filled! But I must keep in control. Cool. Calm. And not touching my cunt. Just... watch them make love. When they leave, find a way to sneak out. After that, find a way to approach all of this stuff with Spike.

She giggled nervously. That should be easy, shouldn't it?

“You look like you have a mouthful.” Spike had crawled back from her legs, holding himself just above her face. “If you do any more work on me from down there, you'll have slightly more than that. Get ready for me to pull out, okay?”

Chrysalis blinked. Seconds later, the dragon pulled up from her mouth, freeing his cock from her maw. Once more his spit cooled into the open air, which reduce the heat his dick radiated, but still left him in need to plunge his cock—cocks into something tight, warm, and wet.

The first thing Chrysalis did, with her mouth and throat now free, was cough and rub a hoof against the latter. Filling her lungs with fresh breaths of dragon musk, she was able to properly speak what she wanted to say for quite some time. “Will you just fuck me already! Trapping me, using me—you have me! Please just plug my holes already!”

Twilight gasped. She could see how Spike's eyebrows raised in surprise too. I take it he's not used to being this good. But if he's able to make an experienced girl like Chrysalis beg to be ravaged... what effect would he have on a lonely mare like me?

Twilight was both excited and frightened by that remark.

“You want me to plug some of your holes, huh? For a changeling, you've gotta be more exact with what you say.” Spike turned around once more, letting his muzzle hang around hers. They kissed hungrily while his hips rocked closer to her hind legs, settling over the holes made in the legs themselves. “Mhmmhm... h-hey Chrysalis. Did you mean these holes?”

Spike had let his cocks slip into her holes, feeling the tightness of her grip around his cock, their hardness squeezing both of his dicks in a way he desperately needed. It wasn't active, but at least he was getting pleasure out of every flick of his hips.

N-No way! Did he really stick his dicks inside the holes in her legs? Spike really is crazy! In... in... in every great sense of the word. Twilight couldn't stop herself anymore. Tucked into herself, she snaked a hoof down to her quivering pussy, her vulva wet from all her juices that had leaked past. He's torturing her by making love to every OTHER part of her. This side of him is punishing, but Chrysalis is basically whimpering to be f-f-fucked!

Twilight almost debating leaving to eat out the poor girl, stating her pleasure while the greedy dragon continued to play evil. But she didn't do that. Her hoof kept stroking at her slit, the fur of her sole catchings with wetness, creating a wet smacking noise with every stroke of her foreleg.

“S-Stop playing games with me, Spike!' Chrysalis cried while her pussy winked in need to be filled. “I'm yours! Your defeated villain and loyal servant to your needs... but don't do this to a girl! Don't wind me up so much if you're not going to finish me off. That is just... just... j-just plain torture!”

“You're right it is! Seems like you need a good reminder of that.” Spike pulled his cocks out, tilting his head back from the tight squeeze around his head, to pure nothingness afterward. While his cocks ached, he growled out a short, green flame—a rope manifesting out from his fire. “And I have just the tool to remind you of that fact.”

A rope? No way. That almost looks like the one Applejack gave him... wait... what has he been using it for all this time? Twilight's eyes narrowed while her foreleg rubbed along her chest and belly, the edge of her hoof working deeper into her slit. She held off on fully touching herself. Much like Chrysalis. she was waiting for the dragon to get the main show started. Is that what he does? Tie her up and then... have her way with them?'

Twilight, in a second, made a note to buy Spike another rope for his birthday. And some lingerie for herself. Wouldn't that be a treat for her? All of her legs tied up in the air with a pair of panties hugging around her rump. His claw would then push the fabric away from her lower lips, exposing the folds of her pussy to the tip of his dick.

Back on the field, there wasn't even a chance for Chrysalis to scamper. Spike flew down in a blur, bringing the rope around her forelegs, an arm holding all four into the air, in the same place, while the rope sliding through the holes in her legs, binding them all tightly together.

“Why wouldn’t you know?” Spike said with a chuckle. “The use of your cheese legs all along was to have a rope tied through and around them? Who knew the biggest weakness for changelings was the holes in their legs?”

Chrysalis glared at him.

“Don't you dare do this to me again! What, are you too little of a dragon that you need a rope to hold me down?” Chrysalis grinned up at him, panting, which made him throw her legs against the ground. Her hooves twitched in the air, rubbing against each other by an inch, every movement useless against his tight knot. “You're a coward! That's what you are, a scared dragon unable to please a girl, so he needs a rope to make sure she doesn't complain!”

Spike came to lowering his chest against her own. He smirked while hovering an inch over her muzzle, his bright eyes staring down into hers. “If that were the case, I would have tied the rope around your mouth. No, I did this because of how much you hate... and love it.”

“I do not love being tied up!”

Spike raised his eyebrows. Then, on bringing a hoof down to her cunt, he gave her slit a flick with one of his digits, coming to hold it up to her eyes. It was coated in cum, thick for a girl, with it started to lower of his contours like a vine. “One pair of lips say something; one pair of lips show something.” He shook the cum off his claw, chuckling. “Now tell me, Chrysalis, which one should I trust?”

She kept silent. Looking up into his eyes, which glowed a soft green, she knew playing past this temptation would only lose her more pleasure. She'd already submitted to him. Everything about her had been outright humiliated by his words and his actions. But she didn't mind. It all made her so wet. Letting slide this one last bravado would let her enter a world of sexual gratification she'd never experienced before.

I know she's playing a part, but is Chrysalis really going to go all in? Twilight fought against herself to not cum. It was far too easy to shove a curve of her hoof deep into her pussy, having the other press around her clit. The front of her body would fall completely into the grass, two forelegs trapped underneath her chest and belly, being rubbed and shoved all around her cunt.

And the vulnerability of that, the possible shame of indulging in that depths of pleasure... it all was too rewarding for both of the mares involved. Both powerful, alone, and responsible for all. They'd never let themselves engage in something so outright humiliating—but that repression only intensified the pleasure they got from it.

Spikey has a tied up girl below him. What... what will he do with her? Twilight's hoof pressed harder into her slit, causing her folds to press inward. She could feel the fur of her sole collecting with juices. He's teased her with everything a dragon could do! M-Maybe he hasn't learned how to pay-off on build-up yet? That... would be a disappointing climax to all of this.

“Have I ever said how much I love your body? How slender it looks, how hard it feels against my claws, you tight and a firm little thing?” Spike kissed her cheek, feeling the spot burn with heat immediately. Bringing back his lips, he then lowered it to her throat, licking the area, letting his fangs poke against the surface. “Not right for me to endlessly tease a girl I love so much—and find so hot. You've been a good little slave changeling today. Why have I been so cruel to you tonight?”

Chrysalis panted at his ministrations. “T-That's what I've been dying to find out. You've been no hero since the start of this session, only a beast of a dragon!”

“That's only because you bring out the beast in me.” Spike let his crotch fall into her rump, two cocks, hard, pulsating, and hot enough to burn into her body then pressed against her. Then his stomach fell along her side, sandwiching his cocks in-between them. “Beasts, rather. They feel so good pressed against you. Your body itself made them so hard. You've aroused a dragon. Be impressed.”

Chrysalis cackled. Her mane swayed from her motion, coming to drape over her right eye. “Trust me, dragon, that I am well aware. When we first met, I thought nothing about you. Now? You are the one thing in all this world I hope to appease.”

Spike smirked, glancing left and right—which startled Twilight's heart—before lowering his lips to Chrysalis's ear. “Sorry to break script here, but that's something you never have to worry about.”

Chrysalis gave a short, somewhat shaking nod. “I-I know. But chasing after more of this is the kind of goal a girl like me needs to chase after.” The two stared at each other for a second, eyes locked, bodies pressed, love conquering the air for only a second. “You give so much to me and I take plenty from you. But... and... never state this again... but I hope our relationship will soon become based on more than that.”

Spike brought a claw to her mane and brushed it away. His girl, the subject of his love and lust, pulled slightly away. Her body felt small and her expression looked ready to take a hit. The dragon had never seen her look more vulnerable in his life, stroking a flame across his heart.

“Do me a favor, Chrysalis?” He pressed his snout against hers, their lips inches apart. “Never look scared to express yourself. At least, not around me.” His green, glowing eyes showed only one thing on their surface—a reflection of her. “And that goal of yours? Give it times for both of us. We'll forge a path toward it together after all.”'

Spike didn't even have to move. Her lips came against his. Hard at the surface but soft underneath, a fine representation of the girl beneath him. They kissed. They made-out. Lips parting and tongues flicking. The romance had lasted moments longer than expected. Love now transited to lust, a cycle they adapted too expertly.

Seconds later, Chrysalis broke the kiss. “Bah! Whoever trusts the words of a dragon is a fool.” She rocked her tied body, feeling his weight pinning her to the ground. It wasn't an attempt to escape. Rather, she had slid her cocks over to her ass, letting them slip between her flanks. “It's how your cocks react that speak of your true feelings! Not the words you spit effortlessly out from your mouth.”

“I do not spit!” Spike replied with a shit eating grin. “I've eaten you out enough for you to know that.”

“Whatever you may say, it matters not, for your body says everything!” Chrysalis, even tied up, always found a method to have her way. While she didn't have the biggest butt around, what she did have made up in terms of pure firmness. “Is it your love for me, or your lust for my ass, that keeps drawing you back to me?”

She let her body slide along his lengths, barely fitting both of his cocks in the crack of her rump. Riding him, her flanks clenched into his members sporadically, enveloping his hardness with her softness, assuaging his aching to a degree.

“Think you're cute doing this? The answer, of course, is both!” Spike let his hips take over for the moment, letting them rock up and down her crack. He nearly squealed when she clenched her ass on his cocks, milking that aching sensation within him to its breaking point. “Why can't I love you and your ass at the same time? Watch, I'll demonstrate.”

And he did. His muzzled pressed down on her cheek, kissing the spot, while her eyes rolled forward. Chrysalis was a panting mess, mane astray, some stranded along her neck, the rest splattered across the grass. Her heavy breathing, matched with the heat radiating from her cheeks, only made her pussy wink worse with need.

She's losing herself right now... a big dragon holding her to the ground... his cocks being sandwiched her flanks. It's so wrong and hot at the same time! Who knew any of use could be this dirty... and want only more of it! Twilight finally did snake another hoof to her rump, though placed it in-between her flanks. But this? Here is the one spot I would be her! My butt is so much bigger than hers! If Spike had his cocks, none of them would spill past my cheeks. In fact, I'd suffocate him with my softness!

Twilight imaged how it would feel. Her body thrown onto a bed of grass, pinned there by the heavy, bulking weight of a dragon—having him shove his cocks in-between her cheeks, making her clench against them out of reflex.

And that's what she did against her own hoof. Thinking it was his pillar of hardness that burned the surface of anything it touched. The plushness of her flanks would encompass them, fur and skin cooling him, enough so both of his tips to poke into both of her holes.

Twilight kept rubbing her pussy, clenching her ass on her hoof, and imagine all of it done by a dragon—her dragon—pinning her down. Her eyes, fighting to stay open from the haze of pleasure, focusing on the fucking couple.

And that was just it.

They were fucking.

“That's it then. Work your ass against my cocks like it's all your good for.” Then, his eyes shot up, each glowing intensely. Without words he slid out of her, grabbing her bundled hooves and using them to roll Chrysalis onto her back. “But that won't be enough to prove my lust for you, now will it? No, you're a needy girl who needs to do crazy things to prove that a dragon really wants to fuck her.”

She cast him a sidelong glance. Her head kept against the grass while the rest of her was straight. It was hard to see him through her raised hooves, and felt uncomfortable to lower them too close to her barrel.

“So let's try something new! Something that will prove, without a doubt, that I want to fuck you. That I'm willing to try something so crazy, that will overload us both with too much pleasure, all because you're a silly girl unable to trust herself and others.”

Spike glanced down to between her legs. In the crevice of her rump, he saw it. Her tight pussy, upside down, glowing faint, neon green. Juices dripped from its top and, from how much Chrysalis had been rolled around, the entirety of her vulva was coated in her cum.

“You asked me before to stick it in your holes.” Chrysalis heard his voice from over her legs, and, seeing through the gap below them, all she saw was his chiseled abdomen leading down to the top of his crotch. She caught sight of some of his cocks—distant, and too big to be seen in so little a window. “But that's where you made your first mistake. You need to prove my lust and love for you? Let's try for only one hole then!”

Twilight gasped from the bush. Blushing intensely at it escaping so freely, she'd cover her mouth had one of her hooves been free. But she was too busy working away at her own pleasure. Being a naughty filly watching others start to fuck. She'd never seen sex life before—much performed by her assistant.

Spike didn't hold back. Both of his dueling dicks throbbed in the air, each of their pointy tips drooling thin, streaks of pre down along his heads. He lined both of them with her slit, one at her base, on at her top; one against her clit, one struggling to fit within her vulva.

“Are you ready?” Spike said nearly in a groan. Feeling the start of her softness at his sides and her tight wetness at his tips teased him with the fuck he so desperately needed. That they so desperately needed. “You've been whining all night about wanting a cock inside of you. Let's see your needy pussy can take two of them!”

He let his arm come over her neck, pulling her into a lock—one meant not to harm, but to keep her still in one place. She was going to need that wall to press against judging from the things about to push into her.

Spike let out a soft growl, then, when his thick cocks began to push. Their sheer girth pushed against her tight entrance, both a little too big to fit inside. But a hungry dragon never let such things stop his desire—only to press harder against them, the entrance of her pussy, squeezing his cocks inside her slit.

Chrysalis let out a soft whimper at the sheer force that pressed into her cunt. The tips of both his dicks squeezed into her slit, her vulva stretching wide to compensate for their girth, the walls of her pussy being pushed apart to the extreme as the dragon slowly slid inside of her.

“Nnggh! Oooooh.... n-no... Spiiiike!” Chrysalis nearly screamed his name to the furthest part of the forest. Her pussy, painfully hollow, contracted against itself to stave off the itching sensations all along her walls. It demanded to be filled, for absolute hardness to press against her walls, rubbing back and forth, defeating the damn itching sensations once and for all. “You're... my... e-everything!”

Twilight had watched the scene unfold in painful silence. The image in her eyes ceased her ministrations completely, overshadowing any pleasure her hooves could do. The couple, even unaware of their effect, brought more pleasure to the princess than her own hooves working against her ass and rubbing her pussy.

She's lost it... the pleasure has made her numb completely! Only Twilight was able to see the full picture. She watched as the dragon's crotch, bits away from the changeling's, slowly slid closer toward it. His bottom was perfectly hunched nearly like an animal, one seeking to hump their hips the utmost speed and intensity. Are dragons really this good at sex? That they can turn any girl FERAL if they're allowed to have their way? To be pinned underneath the heavy claw of a greedy dragon, rump exposed and tail aside, letting him take everything he desired? Both wanting. Both giving. Oh... my.

Twilight continued to watch. She gazed at the corner of the changeling's bottom, seeing her pussy stretched out more than it should, being pushed out further the more the thick, duel members pushed in. Nothing tore, but Chrysalis's vulva and pussy were being pushed to new limits to accommodate the greedy dragon.

Twilight shouldn't have been surprised to see a bulge rise along Chrysalis's stomach, but her cheeks colored pinker by the sight. The cocks underneath her belly slid further along, only coming to a stop near her chest. Her cunt had taken most of his length, acquiring the fullness it so hungrily desired.

He's all the way in! Two cocks inside one pussy. Twilight lost her breath at the thought, her chest becoming light, her pussy feeling hollow, the latter winking from the lack of stimulation. Brought on by the kinkiness ahead, and the lack of touching at her behind, Twilight Sparkle started to lose her mind. Normal mares wouldn't be able to take that much! I-I mean, I would LOVE to take both of Spike's dragon dicks... but I wouldn't be able to fit around them both!

The dragon himself had pulled his hips back. The bulge carried down the changeling's stomach, leaving only his head within her cunt. With a grin, he shoved himself inside—his head tilting back in an approving grin while she shoved her face into the ground.

Chrysalis opted to have her body go limp. She'd take a challenge instead of a task. There was no sense in flexing the walls of her cunt when they struggled to even embrace him in there. For once, all she had to do was lie down on her side, biting her bottom lip, and drunk in the utter pleasure coursing from her rump.

Her body shook with his every thrust. The arm around her neck stopped her from moving when his cocks pushed all the way inside of her. She'd thump against the ground, lifted and dropped by an inch, an act that rocked her body from just one spot.

I've never seen a defeated villain look so... happy. Twilight had brought one of her hooves back to her slit, not realizing she had done so, her pussy slowly taking control of her actions. She herself was too busy thinking. Her curiosity piqued. The magic of friendship only made her cower further away. But being dominated by a dragon's dicks? She looks so pleased to take her punishment.

Twilight blinked at the following conclusion. Does this mean that, in the future, using Spike 'abilities' may be as powerful as our magic—if not more useful?!

Chrysalis head was limp against the ground. Her thin mane draped over her right eye once more, the left blank, staring at nothing. Her mouth had opened at some time, warmth breaths becoming steam in the open air. Her tongue laid limp against her chin, drooling.

That's a look of a girl utterly pleasured, Twilight thought to herself. And this may be the first time I wished I could switch places with a foe.

Twilight stared and stared at the scene with more contempt rising with every passing second. Why couldn't it have been her out in that field, having her cute little body ravaged by a bulky, greedy dragon—one with a heart kinder than any beast.

Was that the secret behind her arousal? To know that someone, kind to all, suddenly becoming the opposite? The dragon that would carry you home in his arms then switching to one who would pin you against a table and ram his cocks up both of her holes?

There had to be a reason behind it. Twilight knew such things didn't happen out of pure chance. The seed of her arousal, of everyone's arousal, was placed in the set-up to before the sex. Normally, the idea of being pinned down, unable to move, while something much bigger than her had its way with her... the idea disgusted her, made her want to scream, to be utterly terrified.

There was a raw pleasure to it, sure. To be utterly defenseless while something oozing with raw, primal masculinity did it have its charm for a fantasy. But this was no fantasy. Everything that happened here was for real, the changeling was being dominated—a former queen who wanted to dominate the world.

And, yet, she didn't care about this fact. Twilight didn't care about this fact either. She should have charged them long ago and put a stop to this. It was wrong. Chrysalis was evil. Yet Twilight was the one who hid, who stuck her hooves in-between her legs, rubbing her dirty little pussy to the kinky sex happening before her.

All of this, of course, was due to Spike's kindness. Not many in this world, at least those semi-powerful and self-respecting, would submit themselves to such humiliation. Sure, most of those of that type, though unaware of it, had that as their kink. But they would not suffer that fate in real life were it not for some other compotent.

And that competent, attached to raw fucking, linked back to kindness of all things.

Twilight knew why. It was the very reason why she was getting off right now. Why Chrysalis took two cocks without a fight, heaving with every push of his heavy cocks, drinking in the pleasure while her tongue nearly went dry from the thirst of wanting more.

It came to trust. These girls wanted a dragon to fuck the ever living shit out of them, taking away their control and their choice, all so the responsibility of neither weighed down on their shoulders. But they couldn't submit themselves to such a fate blindly. It would have gone against their character.

But they all knew that Spike didn't mean everything he said or did. That, though he was the scary dragon they were told to fear—and lust after in their fantasies—that deep down, he was kinder than most stallions.

There was no edge to his words. They meant nothing more than to stimulate them further, exploding a concept and a kink in their mind, one that would be neat to feel, to experience, but not actually have it become a reality or a thing for real.

Because Spike had established himself as a kind dragon, they could trust him. His kindness was a safety net for everything that came afterward. Should he come to hurt them, or saying something harmful, the girls knew they could stop the script, that he would stutter, getting on his knees to show how sorry such a thing made him.

That was genuine care to them.

It was funny, Twilight reckoned with that line of logic, how her and Chrysalis, wanting to be dominated, still didn't want fully that. They wanted a kind dragon that knew to take it far and, should they say the word, to drop it at once and do everything required to right any wrongs.

In the end, even though it appeared they craved to have choice and control taken away, that wasn't their full desire. They were still mares and such that used and depended on power and character. They needed to know they had the choice, being pinned underneath a claw, that they could still end the show.

They never did, of course. The option was space to breathe into while the greedy dragon took what he wanted. Even while Chrysalis's body rocked to the thrusting of his cocks, she had the ability to call game over at any time. It might have been the reason why she took the pleasure punishment so willingly.

It wasn't that they wanted to call it game over, only that they had the ability to do so. Knowing that meant they could enjoy their pleasure to the fullest, that they could play whatever part they pleased, that behind that greedy dragon was one of kindness.

You could almost say that, when a kind dragon becomes willing to be greedy, all so a girl could enjoy and express herself to the extreme is a moment where is kindness also goes to the extreme. To indulge in something unlike his normal self, though possessing some aspect of it, was the ultimate transformation, and thus, a kindness he could show his partner.

That wasn't to say there's not any self-interest involved. Spike still got to rule over a girl, holding them to the ground, sliding his cock along the crack of their ass, shoving his dicks into each of her holes. He still got pleasure and the feeling of dominating others, but much like the girls, it was a part he expressed and not the whole of his character.

Which is what brought Twilight over the edge. She was a silly mare, that she knew, scoffing at the idea of how romanticism brought her over the edge in her pleasure. Both of her hooves, during the course of her thoughts, had snaked their way to her wet cunt, her soles collecting with juices at just the first touch.

She was fought to keep her horn from glowing. From the romantic thoughts to the tightness of the bush, to the dirty scene ahead—it was all too much. She needed an outlet. Something to express all these coursing feelings that found no expression through neither her thoughts nor words.

I'm such a naughty filly for doing this! Twilight screamed in her mind as the pleasure soon took over her as well. Right now my hooves are working against my pussy! Why, I don't touch myself often in the privacy of my bedroom—much less out in the open! But even then, here, my hooves are simply not enough!

It was true. Twilight had both of her hooves working at her pussy, one rubbing along her slit, one drawing circles along her clit, and though it helped cool her heat, it did nothing to quell the ever persistent itches inside her vagina.

That's when her eyes glanced up. Her horn was glowing purple, contrasting slightly to the green flames lighting the scene—nearly giving herself away. For a second, and only for a second, she felt her magic tug at her vulva, a thick pillar filling her pussy, scratching that itch.

But then she ceased her magic, panting. Her face was covered in sweat, her lungs filling, not with fresh air but the dank musk made by the lovers. Their moans and groans drowned the sound of her magic for the moment. But Twilight knew she couldn't risk something like that again.

That scratch inside her pussy, though calming the itch, only made more apparent when her magic disappeared. She was left empty after being filled as she desired. Her hooves worked, hopelessly, while her eyes depended on the couple ahead to help herself finish.

Spike found a rhythm with his thrusts. The wet smacking of his thighs against Chrysalis's flanks echoed in the woods. His cocks, now coated by her wetness, pumped into her pussy with less resistance than before. The dragon could fuck her properly now, at the speed he desired, feeling her become loose by his act, allowing his dicks more space away from each other to drink in their individual pleasure.

But this wasn't meant to last for much longer. Spike had closed his eyes when he started to growl, each one growing deeper and coming further from his chest. His hips humped her pussy as fast as they could, purple blurring in the air, their wet smacks growing louder.

The dragon didn't find enough release in his growls. Throwing his body down onto the hostage, he laid his muzzle along her throat, inhaling her very scent. His lips crashed down on her body, kissing, nipping on her, growling into to while his cocks fucked her pussy senseless.

Twilight did her best to copy his pace. Even with two hooves at her own cunt, she was no match for his speed. Rubbing her pussy faster and harder, she felt her walls undulating. They welled with juices. Her pleasure had consented to a building climax—though it wasn't one she truly desired.

Spike then unleashed his loudest and deepest growl yet. Throwing himself into Chrysalis, his crotch slammed into hers at an intense speed that was impossible to sustain for much longer. This was his final stretch. The hardness of his cocks rubbed and scratch at every inch and itch of the changeling's pussy—causing her to finally raise into her air, her loudest whimper escaping past her lips, all while her eyes rolled up into her skull.

Then, with the arm around his neck, his claw gripped her shoulder. With a few more thrusts he milked the last of their joint pleasure. Then, at the feeling of the aching breaking in his crotch, he knew now was the time.

Shoving himself all the way into her warm, wet confines, Spike raised his head to her ear and proceeded to nip on it. His cocks all the way inside her pussy than welled at their half points, two balls expanding in the already small space.

If one knot was able to trap a mare to his cock, then two may nearly kill her with pleasure.

Spike couldn't tell. Never in his life had an orgasm felt this good! Shoving himself all the way inside of her, he then arched back, then his head, moaning up and out to the trees above. His cocks knotted to her pussy, pushing her walls to their extreme.

Then his cocks pulsated, throbbed, and then froze. Seconds later globs of cum shot from each of his tips, coating her innards with his steaming hotness, the final sensation against her walls burning into the incessant itches.

That was it. Chrysalis mind actually shut down from the raw pleasure that overloaded it. Letting her tongue fully dangle out of her mouth, she too arched her head back, moaning and whimpering and crying to the non-visible night sky.

The two, panting, stayed like that for quite some time. Their hips twitched and their tongues flicked around. Riding off their climaxes together, letting its current rock their spines, they soon fell together in a heap of panting messes.

Spike panted for a few seconds, catching his breath, before chuckling. His claws reached around Chrysalis's chest and pulled her in close, hugging her. Her eyes blinked, the girl slowly coming to her senses, nuzzling her some of her head against his jaw. They laid together for a moment, breathing in sync with one another, letting their bodies cool from the explosion of their joined orgasm.

It took only a moment, however, for both of his knots to finish. Slowly, both of his cocks slipped out from the pussy, which was lit slightly brighter than before. Spike didn't even bother putting away his dicks—they both knew this was only round one.

They would have taken a nap, too, to recover their stamina—were it not for the strange brushing sound coming from a bush. The couple glanced at each other, confusion their expression, before glancing at the bush.

Moans. Lots of them. Girlish squeaks repressed to whispers and whimpers echoed by the openness of the forest. Seconds later the sounds gave to an outright, muffled cry, with the sound of something splashing against the grass.

Spike was first to be alerted. He rose out of the embrace with a digit pressed against his lips, urging Chrysalis to keep quiet. Walking over the to the bush, he kept his steps quiet and, inches away from it, shoves his claw inside—grabbing something soft and yanking it out.

“Yeeeeow!” Twilight cried through the air before crashing against the ground, then rolling a few feet. She came to a stop on her back, her hind legs spread out, her plush thighs inches away from her exposed crotch. Her pussy and tail were slick by juices. “O-Oh, hum. Hehehe. H-Hi?”

Spike walked over, shoulders dropped and eyes narrowed, coming to a stop at her side. He absolutely towered over her, his long body shooting into the sky. He had his arms crossed and his head shaking. Though he was disappointed, it was hard to not find his look and his stature sexy.

“Thought I might of had somepony following me,” Spike said with a sigh. “A timberwolf? Maybe. But I never expected to be you, Twilight.” He glanced at between her legs, seeing her fur covered mounds coated with femcum. “And to be getting off to us the whole while? The heck is wrong with you?”

Twilight was speechless. What was she supposed to say? She'd been caught, in the worst state yet, and exposed for something extremely naughty. Trying to accuse him for sleeping with a villain would only make things worse. Finding a way to give a logical explanation for her actions would all but be lies.

But embracing it? Maybe that would leave Twilight with a chance to make it out of this alive.

“Y-Your cocks seem to be having a d-different idea, Spike.”

It was true. When he decided to bring the mare over, the dragon had neglected to put himself away. As he towered over the princess, so did his cocks, both limp in the air, remaining impressive in their size. It would be a few moments before he could again but, staring at Twilight's smooth crotch had stopped him from going completely soft.

“What's the matter, Spike? Embarrassed for liking your best friend in a way you shouldn't?” Twilight never took risks this deep when it came to sexual matters—but her recent orgasm filled her with faux confidence. Her climax was fulfilled. She'd rub herself well, but not once had her needy cunt been filled. “This is a matter we'll all have to discuss once the night is over.” She then grinned. “But the night is still far from over.”

She glanced over at Chrysalis, smirking. “Don't you agree?”

Chrysalis grinned back. “This very well may be the first time we agree on something, princess. Be fortunate that my recent pleasure has made me accepting of you.” With shaky legs she rose into the air, stumbling closer to the fallen princess. “And seeing you like this? Wet from us and beneath me now? You look like a soft and sweet treat to me now.”

She stopped at Twilight's head. Standing on the opposite side of Spike, she towered over the alicorn—the first time she could do so in so long. After years being in the shadow of ponies, being able to lord over the mare now, and knowing she was the reason she was so wet, made Chrysalis loins become warm again.

Already, she was game for round two.

“The mare you serve wishes to join us.” Chrysalis then pointed at Twilight's thighs, which had a sheen of femcum glazed across them. “But she already enjoyed us without our permission. Surely, you have been punished by her for doing the same?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “She'd kill me if the tables were turned.”

Chrysalis flicked her mane over her back. “This mare has the tendency to escape most trouble without much punishment. All that power and status has saved her from it. She's never had to experience what we do. So, while you wait to get ready, how about I punish her for being such a naughty filly.”

Spike hated to admit it, but the idea turned him on greatly. To know that the little mare that ruled everyday of his life was now about to get punished for doing something so naughty. Here and now, the powerful princess was about to be punish by one of her greatest foes sexually.

If that wasn't a statement of something, then nothing was.

So. Spike took a step back, feeling his cocks ache, ever slowly, into full length. The idea of Twilight Sparkle of all ponies getting put in her place in such a humiliating way had his dicks growing once more. The worst, or perhaps the best, was how Twilight watched them eagerly, licking her lips, having her eyes glint.

“You are focusing on the wrong thing, princess!” Twilight's gaze flicked from her left to that above her. A shadow covered her face. Chrysalis had turned around, holding her rump above the princess and, with an evil laugh, dropped her ass right into Twilight's face. “You've been a pain in my butt for so long! Now your time to make up for it.”

Twilight struggled under the weight of her flanks. She felt suffocated, the only air being the changeling's musk, filling her lungs only with another girls scent. Her muzzle flying about in the crack of Chrysalis's ass only made the latter tilted her head back, moaning at the feeling of having a princess caught underneath her butt.

“Calm down back there, princess, or else you'll never get the job done. Just take deep breaths and pleasure me.” Twilight heard the voice muffled by the cheeks of the girl it came from. Following her advice, she took shorter breaths. The claustrophobic feeling passed seconds later, leaving the space in Chrysalis's feeling more safe, tight, and pleasurable.

It took Twilight seconds to realize that having her face sat on by another girl wasn't all that bad. To be caught underneath a firm ass while, her muzzle between flanks, left her pussy burning from both the sensation and idea.

“You're not doing a lot of work down there, Sparkle.” Chrysalis shifted her bottom around, feeling the mare's muzzle prob around cheeks. She stopped the moment when a warm breath brushed against her cunt, meaning she had Twilight exactly where she wanted her. “So pleasure my pussy already! You have one of your own, so this shouldn't be so hard for you.”

Unless you've lived most of your life as a nerd.

But Twilight did as she was told. In the tight place, she saw the changeling's pussy shift to over her muzzle. Their lips were mere inches apart. From the pussy itself came a faint, green glow. It was pleasing to the eye and made her lick her lips at the sight.

Twilight, letting her body rather her mind dictate the shot, dived her snout into the folds. She felt a shudder course through the flanks on either side of her in response. With a satisfied moan, she let her muzzle push all the way into the changeling's pussy, closing her eyes and pushing out her tongue, licking the combined juices of the previous orgasm.

A fitting punishment for a perverted, peeping mare.

Twilight licked and licked. She let her tongue flick about, letting her lips mesh against the vulva of the changeling's pussy, enjoying its pleasant hardness. A subtle wave of heat brushed against her cheek from the heat of her snatch, though it felt nice against her cheek.

Chrysalis, feeling the princess work at her cunt, whipped her head around. Her gaze focused on the dragon who had sat down on the grass, a leg up with a claw resting on his knee, panting not only out of exertion. “What's the matter, lover? Do you enjoy what you see right now?”

Spike dipped his head as he continued to breathe, his tongue rolling out into the open air. Down below, his cocks rubbed against the thigh of his right leg—almost like he was trying to hide. Problem was, his size was too big to be hidden completely.

“You like it, don't you? Seeing your bid baddie rub her ass and her cunt all over the mare you spent your whole life living with.” Chrysalis put more weight down on the princess, hearing her whimper and feeling her wiggle. Seconds later the moans came, and then Twilight became still. “After all the trouble she's given you through the years, you're wanting to see some dished back at her. For the powerful element to becoming nothing more for place for my butt to sit on.”

Spike couldn't even be blamed for what he did next! The slithering words of his love caused his claw to dip down into his lap, laying itself on the top of his shaft. It ached in response, though not in a way that bushed him away. Slowly, he let his digits curl around, stroking himself steadily.

“You naughty boy! An assistant getting off to his princess being abused.” All of this made the changeling lay more of her ass into Twilight's face, feeling the muzzle of the mare dip further into her cunt. “You'd be doing the same if this mare didn't make you so shy! But don't you worry, honey. I'll make her endure everything you wish you could do to her!”

Spike's head was dropped but his eyes kept up. He watched the scene while stroking himself, readying himself for the next round, knowing everything would need to be on point for what was to come next. Seeing the two most important girls in his life get so dirty only reinvigorated his returning arousal.

Which is why he nearly gasped when the tables turned. Without any signs of doing so, Chrysalis had rose into the air. Twilight eyes burst open at once, her mouth drinking in the fresh air, cleaning her lungs some of the musk within them.

Panting, the mare watched the tall changeling come along her body. Two black forelegs stepped in the space in-between her thighs. This whole time, Twilight had forgotten she left herself exposed, and flicked her tail up to cover her crotch from the usurious gaze of Chrysalis.

“Now now, princess. We don't be having any of that!” Chrysalis's hoof raised and stomped down on the ground, keeping it pinned to the grass. With the purple pussy now on display, the changeling then let herself drop. “We've gone beyond my punishment now. Know I've had a princess trapped underneath my butt is all I will need to last me through my days.”

She brought her muzzle over on the mare's belly, letting it sink into her softness. Looking up at Twilight, who arched up her head so she could stare down at her, she grinned. “Now I'm fulfilling the role of our greedy dragon now. As much as I hate to admit it, whereas I am firm, you are big, Twilight—and in a very good way.”

Chrysalis drew her cheek against the younger mare's thigh. She sunk into the softness, coming o actually nuzzle it. It was softer and plusher than it looked, and the fur that covered it tickled across her cheek, rendering the experience divine.

“You've got such a sexy body, Twilight Sparkle.” Chrysalis had said with her eyes closed, immersing herself in Twilight's thighs. Moments later her eyes opened, half-lidded, with a seductive smirk overtaking her grin. “And I'm going to do everything that Spike would want to do with it.”

And then her muzzle flew into Twilight's slit, parting her lips, while her snout tickled the walls of Twilight's pussy. The younger mare tensed at once, a shiver then shaking her body, as Twilight struggled to keep her head held up.

What a change in situation! Twilight had gone from having her face sat on, now to her pussy being eaten out by another—and for the first time! While she wished it was a dragon's snout buried between her folds, the changeling wasn't all that bad.

Though, without previous experience, there wasn't much she could rank it against. All she could do was watch and enjoy the pleasure rocking through her hips. To know that her former villain had her face buried in her pussy was enough to bring her over the edge.

“Y-You... feel really good down there, Chrysalis.” Twilight's teeth tugged down on her bottom lip, feeling her forehooves bury themselves into the grass. “Knowing that I have you against my pussy makes me feel so powerful! Heh, especially when I can do something like this!”

Twilight brought her hind legs together, her thick thighs crashing into either side of Chrysalis's head, applying pressure to the back of her head. This force shoved the black snout deeper into her tunnel, having more weight press down against her engorged clit.

“You were having so much fun with my thighs! To be honest with you, I've always thought they were a little too... big.” Twilight then tilted her head while closing her eyes, smiling in a way that felt sinister. “But seeing how they envelope around you head and trap you against my crotch just washes my little fears away!”

Chrysalis, despite the domination, moaned in response. Maybe it was because she had already taken her revenge, but having those thighs locked around her head, and her muzzle deeper into soft, fur covered pussy only made her moan!

She didn't mind being dominated by a mare when they were soft and slender like Twilight Sparkle. And seeing the cute mare lose composure to sexual bliss for the first time also made the more experienced girl feel a heat pick up in-between her own legs.

“That's right you little bug. Work against my pussy like a good little bug.” Twilight started to rock her hips, enjoying the bliss of throwing something like her crotch into another. It was so controlling and humiliating of another! “Let me hump against your muzzle a bit, my thighs helping you press deeper into me.”

Spike sat afar from the scene. With how invested the two were becoming he felt like he'd been forgotten. He'd seen Twilight take charge before, but never had she been this dominating sexually! Watching his role model throw her pussy against another, while talking down to someone, stroked a flame in his cocks that he never he had.

And his jerks were becoming quicker and harder now. “I may lose my chance to join in, that is, if these two keep this up.”

But Chrysalis wasn't the type to fully give in. Just when she felt the princess had taken control over the situation, feeling like she'd reach the peak of power—that was when the changeling struck. Parting her lips she let her long tongue slither out into the tunnel, laying itself against the velvet walls of Twilight's cunt.

Twilight shivered at once. Her head tilted back and, seconds later, a girlish scream blew past her lips. Never, never never ever had one of her toys flicked, filled, and pressed against her inner-walls like how Chrysalis's tongue did. Shooting down her tunnel and touching nears its in, she covered a straight line of flesh, her flat tongue cooling the burning walls, nearing producing steam when she started slapping her tongue around.

She experimented. She kept her tongue flat along Twilight's pussy, that was, until it take to her tip. With that she arched it, letting it lick incessantly at her walls, picking up the juices starting to well. Those small strokes were enough to light a fire in the mare's loins. Enough to make her legs quiver, walls contract, and head fall back against the grass.

Twilight let her head fall to the right. Her legs pressed together without any effort from her mind. Giving herself up completely to Chrysalis long and wonderful tongue, she let her pussy be service by the more experience girl, entrusting a foe with something precious.

But what drew her to the edge, what made her ready to finish that second, was what her eyes had laid upon. Her mane messy and her mouth open, herself panting and tongue rolled out, Twilight saw her number-one assistant sitting feet away.

Even sitting, he towered over her. His eyes looked at them, not focusing on her, but rather what was being done to her—a naughty little filly having her pussy eaten out for the first time. Seeing her dragon watching turned her on. But seeing him stroking his long cocks to the squirms of her cute looking body?

That was enough to bring her to the final act of their night.

“Hmm?” Chrysalis had felt the thighs pull away from her head. Taking a hint, she pulled back, feeling her muzzle sink out from the tight folds. Looking over the slope of the purple crotch, she saw Twilight slowly raise her head, watching her tongue lick at her plush. “Oh, I see now. Having your private place worked on isn't enough for you. How selfish.”

Chrysalis raised her forelegs over Twilight's hind legs, dropping them next to her sides. Arching herself over the purple body below, bringing her muzzle inches before the blushing, panting mare. “You are cute when you are aroused, Twilight. Consider yourself lucky that I desire to preserve this, and for how small you are.”

She went in for a kiss, locking lips for a moment, enough to tease the younger girl at what was to come. Then she broke apart, their spit still connected, breaking away as Chrysalis pulled back. She didn't leave, however. No, she merely rolled onto her back, leaving the bottom of her barrel open and bare.

Twilight stared at her.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Chrysalis's raised her head, shaking it to flick aside her mane. She did the same, showing off the glow of her pussy that everyone seemed to adore. “I've gone through the trouble of putting myself on the bottom. I may be a larger girl, but you should be able to climb on top of me easily.”

Twilight then smiled at her.

Meanwhile, still not believing what was about to happen was about to happen, Spike continued to furiously beat his meat to the scene. He could feel himself coming back from his orgasm; his refractory period nearly complete.

And the two girls getting kinky with each other was helping him along splendidly.

Why shouldn't it? He never expected Twilight to become sexually involved with an anyone else, much less another girl. And all before his eyes as well! Girls making out was something he'd only seen in magazines. Now, not only was he getting a live show—but it was meant to get him ready enough to join in!

Spike was the luckiest dragon to have lived, despite being the first to live among ponies, all because of the lead-up to this one moment. Hoards be dammed. Who cares when two hot girls, sexy for different reasons, start climbing on each other all to stir a thrill in everyone?

And Twilight Sparkle did just that. She rose on her side and walked across, her purple legs buckling every step, making her stumble here and there, the poor mare nearly unable to hold herself up from the knee-shaking weight of her pleasure.

Then she came over to Chrysalis and nearly collapsed over her. The latter was too long and big for her to dream of covering. Even the height boost from becoming an alicorn meant she only came up the changeling's chest.

But she enjoyed falling on her body, feeling small on something big, which was hard but also smooth, giving a surface for her belly to flatten against, her softness finding something pleasurable to rub against. Opposites, as they say, work splendidly together.

Twilight's forelegs had carried over Chrysalis's long frame. Letting her forelegs press down in the space along the bug's sides, she let her body fall down along Chrysalis belly and chest. Feeling nothing but hardness and heat around her, it only made Twilight moan at what was to come next.

Chrysalis herself moaned at utter softness covering and pressing down along the underside of her barrel. Being with Spike meant hard rubbing against hard, so lying with plush pony only changed the aspect of their pleasure. A new element in a since the long-played game.

But there wasn't much for Twilight to do—being the smaller girl and all that. How she struggled along the surface of Chrysalis's belly and chest brought pleasant tickles to the latter. That, and how their crotches rubbed together. Twilight's fury covered vulva flicking left and right against Chrysalis's encapsulated one as the former struggled in place to make herself comfortable.

“You do not see at peace, princess.” Chrysalis arched her back and raised her head, bringing her muzzle toward the one tucked against her chest. Twilight felt like a filly with how she tucked into herself, rousing her head only when Chrysalis's drew near. “Allow me to try something to make you calm—though I doubt that's all it will do.”

And with that, Chrysalis's muzzle threw into Twilight's, both of their lips touching, soft against hard, fur against sleek, mouths locking in a new embrace. They kissed and they made out, Twilight's eyes closing, unable to sustain the weight of pleasure pressing down on the top of her lids, which only made Chrysalis laugh into their kiss.

Finding a new way to win victory over her fore, Chrysalis closed her eyes as well, at peace to also give herself to the moment. They worked their lips together, the changeling sometimes nipping at Twilight bottom, plush lip. It made the mare whimper with a strange satisfaction.

It was nice to force her hardness into something utterly soft for once—like a plush wall that, when pressed against, flatten all around her lips. The fur covering the mare's lips also brought pleasure tickles along her sleek surface. It was like a drug with how many tingles it shot down her lying back.

But that wasn't enough. As the two girls made out, their crotches flicked into each other, needing the baking heat of each other's pussies to sate their need. Twilight reflected on how this was a literal 'warm-up' for what was coming next.

Their vulva's rubbed together. Up and down, left and right, one mound sometimes sinking into the others slit. Moans escaped their owners in a way unlike their kisses evoked. Rubbing one slit another, one slightly bigger or smaller, while it wasn't filling to their cunts—it was, in some way, fulfilling.

And it only got better.

Halfway through their make-out session, Chrysalis had opted to up the ante. She tilted her head and, though missed at once Twilight's quick and short exhales along her snout, loved greater access she had to the mare's mouth.

It was here her plan came into action. Chrysalis, pressing harder than she should against Twilight's lips, parted her own and raised Twilight's along the way. Twilight breathed out of her mouth at once with a whimper and a shiver, the sound and the sensation making Chrysalis rock her hips against the younger girl's pussy out of pure delight.

But Twilight wasn't going to give in that easily! Her eyes opened wide, only to see, the changeling's staring back at her. Half-lidded, the dim green of Chrysalis's eyes spoke of passive control—like she didn't even need to try to lord over the smaller mare.

And while Twilight was enjoying herself, she still wasn't the kind forfeit a fight. With their mouths opening and her inexperience pronounced, Twilight used that reputation to her advantage, going in for a devious move.

With all the experiencing she got from romance novels, of course.

Twilight flicked her tongue inside the changeling's maw. The change in warmth, of heat, was enough to rock her hips at the introduction of a new sensation. But she wouldn't stay captured for long. She poked her tongue along the inside of Chrysalis's cheeks.

What's the matter, Chrysalis? Thought you held all the cards over me? Twilight let her tongue flick all over the changeling maw, exploring every inch where she can lick and stroke, teasing HER prey for once. You know, all this time, I was worried about my thighs and butt being too big. But my tongue? Not once did I think about how useful it could be.

She glanced an eye back at Spike, who was still sitting back, jerking off to them. And you. Jerking off to two mares having fun? I'd punish you for being a bad boy in any other context. She giggled and looked back. Who knows? Maybe I'll find another way to punish you after all. I'm the only one here with a normal tongue. Of all the thing I could d-d-do!?

Twilight stared back at Chrysalis's. The latter eyes were wider and looked more seductive now. Twilight had brought her tongue down on hers, it being bigger, wider, and thicker. But she forgot to take in account that, while Chrysalis's tongue was small and nimble, it was also very, very long.

Despite being pinned underneath the bigger tongue, Chrysalis's had slithered her own out of the trap. It then slid around and around the larger went muscle, trapping it in place before Twilight could try to pull out. More wraps, harder tightness, Chrysalis's squeezes more forceful than anything Twilight could hope to match with.

T-This isn't fair! I haven't had time to practice any of this! Twilight huffed as her tongue continued to be squeeze, the course surface of Chrysalis's tongue running along the surface of her own, causing her eyes to roll back. B-But... for a training session... I... I guess... this isn't all that bad... oh well...

And, seconds later, everything drew worse—or better.

Twilight let her head move to the flicks of Chrysalis's . Both of them became in sync, losing themselves to their kiss, lips pressing, tongues wrestling, soft forelegs trembling on a sleek chest and hard hooves working on the sides of a plush body.

The two girls became immersed in one another, though in those seconds later, Twilight was brought out by a touch on her rump. Then another one came down. Two utter hardnesses with digits clamping down on her cheeks only made her squeal.

N-No way... is it... h-h-him? Twilight's heart leapt in her chest in a blaze of utter warmth. She felt nervous. Her body was already shaking and shivering from her first experiencing with another girl. And now, the dragon she'd known and trusted all her life was now grabbing her ass!

Twilight panted in her kiss. He's... he's really going for it! I know we've been playing this whole thing kinda forward, but I wasn't expecting for him to... to hold me BACK THERE so easily! N-Not that it feels bad...

Twilight should have been ashamed of herself. Everything about this situation, from peeping to being sat on, then straddling another girl while having her butt grabbed should have evoked shame. Only, it didn't. Everything about it only made her want it all that more.

It didn't even matter that it was her Spike that had his claws on her flanks, squeezing her softness with precision, feeling her fill out in the gaps in-between his digits. In a way, it made her rump feel more appreciated—this great thing she didn't know she had until someone else, someone special, got utter delight out of it.

Maybe, in the future, I could use my ass to force him to do more... hehee.

But Twilight decided to keep this little secret to herself. In fact, she gave herself more to Chrysalis's control. Let the changeling think she has utter power, that was, until the big bad dragon walked in. It took a few seconds for Twilight to realize that Spike wasn't her butt only for pleasure—he needed something to hold onto for what came next.

And what better to hold for support than Twilight's fat plot!

Better was how his claws pulled her flanks apart, exposing more of her winking slit to open air. The kissing couple had rolled their hips to their make-out session, flank on flank, butts pressed out, pussies nearly on display to whatever was behind them.

To the tall, greedy dragon behind them.

Moments before, Spike had been jerking off to the show, but the front roll seats were no longer doing it for him. The aching sensation had returned the to the base of his shafts, ready to be broken once more, but his seed wouldn't be wasted on grass.

Not when he had two of the sexiest girls he'd ever seen in his life putting their all on display for him. They kissed and they played waiting for him. It was a way to kill time and to get him ready. And Spike was taught to never keep a girl waiting—and that went double for two.

“Might as well give them a surprise for their efforts,” Spike muttered to himself upon standing, feeling his members sway in the air. Walking made them flick in the air, their movement hard on the dragon, who walked awkwardly because of them. “That's if I can even make it to them. Or outlast them. Oh, what have I gotten myself into?”

Spike kept walking toward them, step by step, grass against his feet, a breeze against the tips of their dicks. “Having sex not only with my villain, but also my best friend at the same time. We're going to have an awkward talk after this. That's for sure.”

He came to a stop before the two. But he didn't do anything more than that. Rather, he took a moment to appreciate the sight—Twilight's heavy bottom flattening over Chrysalis's tighter one. It was the only place where Twilight was bigger. Either way, having both of their assets on display and pressing together was worth taking the time to take a mental picture of.

“Alright, enough wasting time,” Spike whispered to himself, bringing his claws to both of Twilight's flanks. “Let's hope Twilight good at not giving herself away. Or, you know, beating me with my own claws after this.” His palms touched down on her jiggly softness, kneading the flesh at once. “Oh yeah. This is an ass worth getting mine kicked for.”

Her ass jiggled a little when he grabbed it, a shiver shaking her left and right. She moaned, but kept as still as she could, not giving herself away. Like always, the pony and dragon were of the same thought, their connection taking a lifetime to develop.

“Never knew how needy you were, Twilight.” He saw her slit wink twice at him. At the base of her crotch, the nub of clit poked out, demanding for their to be pressure already. She knew what was to come, and that went double for her cunt. “But I guess I can't really blame you now, can I? Making you two wait so long. Ha, I really am greedy, aren't I?”

A present of asses and pussies before him, just those two things, and he still took this long to get ready. How much more selfish could a dragon get? Well, it wouldn't stay that way for long. Spike lined both of his cocks together, one on top of the other, placing each at the entrance to each pussy.

And then, without warning, he stuck himself each girls' tightness.

They all screamed collectively.

“Did I keep you girls waiting?” Spike had said once he lowered his head, feasting his eyes on the collective bodies before and beneath him. He rocked himself fully into the two of them, feeling each pussy clamp down around him at once. This would be a test of his endurance for once.

“Just took me a little longer to get back into the action—that's all.” His claws sunk deeper into Twilight's flanks. Pushing himself out of their pussies, he left only his head at their entrances. “You two were good to get yourself all ready for me. Even helped get my groove back on!”

He pushed himself back in and felt his legs tremble at once. It was nothing like doing pussy and anal at the same time. The same wet tightness wrapped around his cock and clenched sporadically, pushing down along his length as it slid in.

“It's about time you showed up, dragon.” Chrysalis held her head over Twilight's, gaze over at the dragon. With a titled muzzle and a grin on her lips, she stuck out her tongue. “Not right to leave two ladies waiting. I was almost left to get creative with Twilight's horn.”

“H-Hey!”

“Don't worry, princess.” Chrysalis pulled her tongue back in. “I meant for you to borrow mine afterward.”

Twilight blushed and kept silent after that. Her gaze flicked up to the long, crooked horn, and her eyes glinted at the sight. With a deep breath, her lips then smirked as well, feeling her chest well with bravado. Glancing over her back, she gave her best seductive smirk to the dragon. “Did you hear that, Spike? We may very well leave you if you don't do a better job with those... dicks of yours.”

Spike didn't need to be told anything after that. He only smirked back at them, knowing what had to be done. He'd only lost his first time to the bug some time ago. Even his own heart beated in fear of not being able to please two girls at once.

But that wasn't about to stop him from showing them a good time? So he thrust in and out of them, first at a slow pace, feeling their walls clench around him two at once, somehow sync, like both of their bodies knew they had to take him on at once.

“What's the matter, Spike?” Chrysalis said while he pumped in and out of her, though not a speed which he found to be enough. “You're usually so much faster than this! Harder too. What's the matter? Can't get off unless you're pinning a girl to the ground.”

Twilight shook her head. “To think I grew up around a dragon harboring such thoughts? Who knew you were so dirty all along.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Coming from the mare that peeped on her assistant and then proceeded to clop to it.”

Twilight blushed at that and didn't say a word. Though she did arch her back slightly, trying to wiggle the cock inside of her around. It hurt, slightly, having something so big inside of her—but the stretching didn't hurt as much as it should have. And, once it was over, a chorus of pleasure sang from her mind.

Chrysalis, however, had been railed enough times to know something was off. She knew the dragon was struggling to please them both. But she also knew it was something he could do. He had the stamina for it. All the dragon needed was... a little inspiration.

“Twilight Sparkle?”

“Um, yes queen?”

Chrysalis grinned. “Let's do our best to make things hotter for our dragon, shall we?”

Twilight went to speak but soon found her lips occupied by another. Chrysalis had leaned forward in a kiss, making sure to lock their lips, two girls kissing before the panting dragon. Twilight's head lowered at once, letting itself be pushed down by the bigger girl.

Chrysalis, however, opened one of her eyes to look up at the dragon. With a nod to him, she resumed the kiss, sneaking her tongue inside Twilight's maw. Their tongues touched and then thought. Both girls whimpered at their games, moaned at his ministration, and rocked to his motions.

“You girls just like to kiss each other, don't ya? Don't you know you both are cheating on me right before me?” Spike continued to rock his hips against their flanks, planting his cocks fully into their tight tunnels. They moaned louder when he stuck himself inside, his heart beating faster at the approval. “But I guess I'm doing the same to you, aren't I? Both of you putting your rumps out on display for me.”

Spike pulled his cock out to their entrances before shoving himself back inside, feeling the walls clamp down once more on his lengths and girths. But he shook his head at the resistance. If they were willing to put themselves through so much for him, then Spike owed them to repay the favor.

Pushing through the resistance of their walls, he found himself inside them both. They always clenched their hardest when he pulled out, almost like their pussies had minds of their own, wanting to keep his cocks inside of them forever.

That. Or when he pulled out against their clamped walls, every inch of his hardness covered every speck of their softness, scratching at all those itches that kept appearing all over their cunts. This was a matter of plowing through and keeping speed no matter how badly he wanted to shove himself inside and have the girls do all the work.

That wasn't fair to them.

So he kept at it. The girls continued to rub their bodies together, making out passionately, almost like they were now unaware of him. That idea struck him. That these two hot things were making out, like they didn't even know he was entering them, and was the cause behind their pleasure.

The idea of being a peep made Spike push harder.

And the idea of being a peep also made Spike decide to give Twilight less crap after.

Speaking of Twilight, he had found a way to work her plot and pussy at the same time. She always clenched down on his cock during the half point, but sometimes, just to mess with her, he would fill his claws with grabs of her ass, causing her to shake and moan and clench down on him sooner than she expected to.

This helped for taking back some of the control their cunts held over him. By throwing Twilight off, never grabbing her ass at the same time, he was able to get more moans out of her. Those moans, like magic power, gave strength to his hips and shafts, allowing him to pick up speed.

“C'mon, Spike!” He uttered to himself underneath his breathes, flicking his hips even faster. He was picking up at speed where his thighs nearly blurred purple into the air. “Don't give up here. You're a dragon. It's time to prove that to them both now!”

Spike decided to go all out. His claws went from the purple flanks to Twilight's hips, holding tightly onto her body. With that there, he left the front of himself fully exposed. Closing his eyes and dipping his head, he focused all his power into his thrusts, feeling his cocks throb inside their cunts.

Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Their squeezes were becoming tighter and tighter. Already, he could feel himself about to cum again. Even though he was set to please two girls, each of his cocks was enough to fill their pussies completely—pushing their walls outward. They could never hope to have space for him. All they could do was clench and push against his length. Those the only moves they could do: throw their hips into his when he thrust, and force themselves to clench around him.

But Spike proved himself to be a dragon able to outlast them both. Their clenches were no longer able to hold back his thrusts. His cocks pushed in and out of their pussies at the same speed, their clamping doing nothing to hold him in place. Growing faster by the second, soon the girls lost their minds, moaning as loud as their throats would allow, breaking their kiss at the dragons dicks ability to completely satisfy them now.

“Being better than two girls going at it? That's something to well in the chest.” Spike was outright fucking their pussies at this point. With his hold on Twilight's hips tight, he was able to keep the rest of his body balanced, focusing all his energy into his hips. “But I hope you girls are ready to finish soon... because I sure am.”

The girls had yet to say anything to him. Spike kept thrusting away, but when the only sounds in the woods were moans, he had to chance cracking open an eye. There, he saw the two of them, two bodies pressed closely together with their heads pressed together.

The sight was almost cute with how deep the two were in the throes of pleasure. They were once foes, girls said out at one point to fight, one nearly killing the other. Now? They were holding onto each other tightly, forehead pressing together, while their mouths breathed and whimpered and moaned at the same time.

How could anything be cuter and sexier than that? Soon both of their heads were flying back at the same time. Their eyes opened only for them to roll back. Their pants were so hot that they became steam in the open air.

Down below, between both of their legs, trails of cum leaked out from their base. Both of them had got the dragon dicks utterly drenched in femcum to the point he pushed the rest out of them. Now he was entering and leaving their pussies as quickly as he pleased—only he wanted to start pleasing a whole lot more.

So he did something unexpected. He rolled Twilight off from Chrysalis, guiding her to the grass right next to the changeling. She was now lying on her side and right next to Chrysalis, rump still exposed, all for him to do something special.

“New times call for new things!” Spike said to himself as he took a chance. Bringing one claw to Twilight's flank and another to Chrysalis's flanks, he gripped both of them at the same time, always when he stuck his cocks all the way inside, feeling them clamp their hardest around him. “How does that feel, girls? I'm taking you both on in more way than one! After this, no one is allowed to doubt the stamina of Spike the dragon!”

And no one could blame him. Spike was a rookie in bed—or everywhere that was not a bed—and yet he never failed to bring a girl to bliss. His private training session had shown him well, and even then, they haven't shown him to his full potential.

What would the world look after that? None of them could ever hope to know until it came. Or they came.

And that's exactly what they were building to. The girls couldn't stop whimpering and whimpering, sometimes squeaking when his claws grabbed their rumps, kneading their firmness and softness, and they would be forced to clamp around two shafts, it all being far too much for them to take much longer.

It was no longer by there will that they rubbed all along his members when he pulled out. With the use of his claws he was able to make their bodies do that. All they had left was to endure. To feel their tight little pussies filled and spread by the size of his dragon dicks.

And it only got harder the faster he went. They were being emptied and then filled in under the span of a second. His stamina had gone into overdrive while he panted, throwing his head backward, growing and growling into the air.

The sensation had got him. The green glow of his eyes became darker. With the beast in him only wanted to be please, the greedy dragon did has he desired. His hips went savage as he fucked the ever living life out of their cunts, but still not finding himself satisfied.

So his claw started to smack their rumps. Twilight's jiggled in place when he did, something with he then caught with the palm of his claw, squeezing her softness still. When a whack was given to Chrysalis, her giggles was smaller, but at the same time, he felt more rebound against the back of his claw.

The slaps drew louder whimpers and moans, making red where was once black and purple. But even that wasn't enough to keep him at peace. His cocks and claws had been enough to satisfy them, but nothing was done to his mouth and tongue!

Spike knew he was to finish soon. Both of his cocks throbbed more than they should have while they pushed into the separate pussies. He was giving the apex of pleasure from both of his dicks, and yet somehow, was still standing and humping away.

And the aching at the base of his crotch was soon breaking.

This wasn't going to be like all the times before. Spike was going to finish this night, and his first threesome, giving these two girls his all. So while his hips humped away at both of their bottoms, the dragon leaned himself over Twilight's side, dipping his face between the girls.

He didn't even have to say anything. His presence was felt by the two, both of whom had opened their mouths, letting their tongues roll out. They wagged about in the air, the bodies beneath being rocked back and forth by the dragon's thrust, both being moved no matter how hard they struggled to keep still from the impacts of his cocks.

Spike started at them both with his flaming green eyes. With a low growl and the baring of his fangs, he seemed to them both like a predator, one demanding that they entered his mouth willingly. If they were of better mind, they may have fear this change in the dragon. But with their cunts filled by his cocks, they only wanted to take more of what this dragon had to offer.

So they launched at him at once. Chrysalis, being the more eager, had taken his lips and made out with him. There was no holding back. His fangs nipped at her lips, and she did the same with him. Twilight still had her tongue draped against her chin, her mouth thirsty from how try her pleasure had rendered her.

She whimpered into the air like a wounded animal. Even though she was being pleasured below, her dragon had chosen someone else instead of her. It hurt, in her time of need, time of pleasure, to be ignored.

Was that how it felt to be ignored? For new friends to come in and steal the show of a once close friend? The thought was tiny, but coursed across Twilight's mind nonetheless, until she was left to whimper one last time.

The last time, because something had flicked across her tongue. Looking down, she saw two thin, nimble things slithering through the air. They came from Spike and Chrysalis who were making out from afar, but had both of their heads slightly turned, both of them casting one eye on Twilight.

More than their gazes, they offered her their own tongues, both of them. She didn't have a chance to pull hers back in when they attack. Working together, both tongues proceeded to wrap around her, two small things taking down one big thing, which made her flick her own tongue around.

Both of them had not forgotten about her! While they kissed and made out, they let their tongues come out of their mouths, going through the air in search of her own. Even in the throes of pleasure and the confirmation of being met, both had gone seeking after her, even though one of them was a former foe.

Twilight stopped trying to pull in her tongue after that. Instead, she let the two things wrap around, strips of wet flesh being covered by their own. They went up and up her tongue, only stopping when they were near her top. Then, they squeezed together, lighting up nerves in Twilight she didn't know she had.

They may very well kill me tonight, Twilight thought to herself as every part was being worked on her. Tonight, and for the first time she might add, she had her ass grabbed, pussy filled, and tongued squeezed by two smaller but longer ones. And I would be perfectly okay with that. Only... I'm not going down without a fight!

Twilight started to pull her tongue up, causing their tongues to come along with hers, a power she still held over them. They squeezed tighter to keep her in place, but Twilight wouldn't throw the game over the easy, pulling up her tongue harder.

The work on her behind had made her weak. The itching in her pussy was pressed against by a massive and thrusting cock. There was no part of her left unsatisfied but here. Her tongue. Flicking it in the air, she brought their tongues along with her, and even though they had a hold on her, it was still Twilight that directed where their tongues went.

But this came only lasted for so long. Both girls were already flicking their hips, as little as they could, against the dragons dick to milk the last of their pleasure out. Their inner walls were already clenched around him in a final effort, and Spike had reached the apex in his speed.

Time to end this, Twilight thought as she turned her head and pulled up her tongue. The dragon and changeling's muzzle were turned toward her own so that, when she turned back, her lips entered the kiss. In a threesome in every sense of the words!

Spike sensed the end too. The aching at the base of his crotch finally snapped, and with it, he growled into the kiss, shoving both of his dicks completely inside the two girls. Then he threw back his head with a roar fitting a dragon like Spike.

The half points of his cocks welled up at once. They pressed against the walls of both of the girls, though to a small mare like Twilight, she was stretched to limits that no dragon dildos could hope to match.

Spike felt his cocks go still for a second. Heat traveled down his members, rendering pleasure to every inch they coursed across, then feeling that pleasure explode into euphoria as his dragoncum shot into both of their cervixes.

The girls both whimpered into each other at the joined experience. Wrapping both of their forelegs around each other's necks, they held onto each other gently, feeling their pussies utterly filled and steaming dragon cum leak down their wall.

His knots broke their climaxes as well. They did their best to clamp down around his cocks, feeling their femcum merge with the hotness of his sperm, the whole affair burning pleasantly in their special places.

It took a few moments, after a lot of moaning, roaring, and whimpering for the three to start to breathe again. All of their head came up or down together, the three joined together, all their eyes glowing in the dim light of the distant, burning flames.

Nothing was said for the moment, not because they were out of breath, but because the three simply understood each other. Going through an experience like that, feeling each other's bodies true responses, was enough to fill them in to the other. Even though on the surface they all looked different, underneath it all, most of them were the same in some way.

Wanting lust and love no matter what.

Their breathing had died down once Spike's knots had shrunk. He limply pulled out of them, his body drained for good. With a wet smacking sound, his cocks came out—with a small current of mixed cum pouring from both of the girls.

Twilight had been hugging Chrysalis during the session, not sure when she had, but finally let go and rolled a foot away. The coolness of grass against her back was enough to bring her to peace. Her legs went limp at her sides, the only feeling in her body, really, was the embers sparking against some spots inside her crotch.

“It's... been a while... since we've slept outdoors.” Spike stumbled forward. Both girls laid a foot apart, each of their eyes nearly closed, both mouths opened as they panted. He was too tired to do anything more to them—aside from turning around and falling backward, landing on his back in-between them. “It's just... too bad... we won't get to see... the stars...”

Spike still smiled. Letting his head roll left and then right, seeing the side of both girls whom he cherished dearly, he got a slick idea. Stretching out his now heavy arms, he slipped his claws underneath their barrels, wrapping his palm along their sides. Then he pulled them close, right against them.

“What is this?” Chrysalis said as she raised her head. “You think you're smooth or something?”

“Hope to be,” Spike replied, though tilting his head. “What? It didn't work?”

“Usually, it doesn't on me.” With not a grin, but a smile, she laid her head against his chest. She snuggled against it, letting her messy mane cover her left eye. “But you've proven yourself to be unlike any other, dragon. I will allow myself to change slightly for your sake.”

Spike huffed with a smirk. “For my sake, huh?”

Chrysalis closed her eyes, trying to look smug, but the pink rising along her black cheeks gave herself away. She kept to the dragon, body held by his strong arm, cheek against his heard chest, but raising with his soft breath.

“Your cheesy romanticism paid off.” Spike became aware of the abosulute softness filling out along his arm and side, and when he glanced over, his heart leaped at Twilight laying her head against his other pec. “I've never had a guy pay so much attention to me before. I... you know I love you, right?”

Spike smiled. “And I love you too, Twilight.”

He lowered his head, despite the groan it caused, to kiss her. It was full of love, short and sweet, something to affirm that things between them had now changed. They laid together for a little longer before speaking again.

“So,” Twilight began with a small voice, “with what we have here... can we tell the others?”

“No ways that's happening.” Chrysalis glared over at Twilight from the other side of the dragon's chest. “This thing between us? It was supposed to stay that way until you came.” Her tone held anger, but her lips were smiling. “Which I'm not complaining about. But, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather we kept things this way... for the time being.”

Twilight blinked. “You're... right, I suppose. It'll take some time for the world to calm down after what happened between us.”

“Not only that, but if you promise to keep it from the world, for now, you can have the dragon for some... one on one sessions.” Chrysalis's smile then turned into a grin. “Granted, as long as I can watch, of course.”

Twilight gulped at that, but snuggled back into the dragon for comfort.

And that's how the night ended. One pony, one changeling, and one dragon, their hearts taken by love, their loins taken by lust, both now finally restored after passion expressed between and to them all. With development after development, all their bodies were tired, filled in new ways, but earning their rest.

So went the long night.

Applejack loved to watch him fight.

“Easy there big guy!” Spike's feet dug through and into the dirt as the latest strike pushed him back, though not once did he lose his balance. When he had stopped, he laughed, taking a step forward while holding out his claws. “It seems like you've forgotten something! Not that wooden mutts have much of a memory to begin with.”

In the small arena inside the forest, towering trees surrounding the small circle, was where the farmer and the dragon hero had agreed to meet. They hadn't agreed on meeting the towering timberwolf that had itself arched against the grass, its wooden joints ready to punch given the command.

“What? You haven't noticed?” Spike shook his head and took another step forward, beating a fist against his chest while he did so. “See this? Hard scales all the way!” He slipped the daggers that were in his claws into the pouches on each of his thighs. “And you. my friend?”

Applejack stood far back from the fight, slightly to the right of it, leaning against a base of a large tree. Her lips were done in a smile and her eyes glinted green far brighter than they normally did. Her heart raced. It always did when she got to see the not-so-little dragon in action.

The timberwolf raised its long head, growls cutting through its teeth, its eyes burning green. In a second, it went still to racing, breaking into a low sprint, legs still bent enough to support a long pounce.

Spike chuckled as his claw went over his shoulder, gripping the handle of the blade drawn against his back, which he then flung down into the dirt he'd drew up with the back of his feet. He laughed at the beast, then grinned. “You're not but a bundle of splinter!”

Laughter blew out from Applejack's lips. She had to turn her head, pressing a hoof against her mouth, hoping the dragon didn't glance back. He would have seen her blushing, of course. Her thoughts blew up in her mind. That boy is gettin' along, all right, but his one-liners need some serious work.

She then looked back at the scene, of the charging beast, of the dragon taking a stance, keeping the tip of his sword against the dirt. Were this any time before, Applejack would have been scared. But the weekly occurrence of such a thing only excited her.

In a way, Applejack thought as the two were seconds apart, the surface of the blade reflecting the sprinting foe, they keep him feelin' young. This whole hero business is nice, but nothing beats the traces of 'lil Spikey still inside of him.

And then the timberwolf pounced at the dragon, its legs launching the rest of its body high into the air, blocking the streams of light that filtered through the branches above. The front of its body accelerated downward at Spike, who only drew the sword into the air, holding now with both claws, each held up to keep the blade straight.

Let's see how he's gonna pull himself out of this.

Spike smirked. Sliding his foot to the left, he twirled in place, feeling the shadow of the beast cover his body. The timberwolf swiped his left claw at the dragon, but Spike, spinning in a circle, swung his blade upward—cutting through all the wooden fangs of the beast's paw.

The attack, plus the movement of the dragon, left the timberwolf unbalanced. His paw crashed into the spot Spike had just been, sinking even more into the dirt, no fangs on its paw to keep it straight. At once, it tilted to the right, the bulk of its barrel coming crashing to the body.

“Sorry, buddy!” Spike tilted his head back with a laugh; his feet still dancing along the ground. With no wasted momentum, he was only a step away from the beast's fallen face, its glowing green eyes staring up just in time to see his. “But you choose the wrong dragon to train with!”

All the beast saw was the dragon spinning around before its snout, holding the glinting sword underneath his right arm, keeping the blade steady next to his chest. With the momentum gained from the spin, the hero smirked enough to reveal a fang, stepping forward as he thrust the blade directly into the green sphere of the beat's right eye.

“If it helps,” Spike said with his arm fully extended, where, seconds later, purple writing glowed across the surface of the blade, “I'll plant your twigs and see if they become a tree.”

The green eye then glowed purple and, seconds later, the rest of the beat's body exploded in a burst of sticks and twigs. Seconds later, nothing of the beast, rather than bundles of wood, remained. Spike then drew the sword to his back, slipping it back into its sheath.

“Second one this week.” Spike turned around and back to the orange mare, waving to her from afar. “You catch all of that?”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “What? You think I'd run off while you were in the middle of some fight?” She chuckled as she came off the tree. “Ya may be gettin' better there, Spike. But you ain't good enough for me to stop worrin' about you just yet.” She stepped in front of the tree, where she then shot him a glare. “And why aren't you wearing your armor like you usually do? You better not be gettin' cocky now.”

“I don't assure you! I have a good reason.” Spike laughed at his pitiful excuse as a joke while he walked over to Applejack. He smiled when his eyes laid on her again, reminding him that he wasn't alone out here, that one of his friends had come to support him.

Especially one as cute and beautiful as Applejack.

“You saw how much more smooth my movements were there, right? Nothing me weighing me back?” He stopped a few steps away from her, tilting his head down slightly so their eyes could meet. “No armor to weigh me down or hold me back.”

Applejack huffed. “Ya hon. It's all nice when you can dance with your cute little feet.” She started at him heavier than she should. “But what happens when one of those fang things goes shootin' for your chest?”

Spike chuckled, turning his head, and shrugging his shoulders. “It's like what I told him—scales beat wood, any day.” Seconds later, he then cocked his head to the left. “And apparently steel as well.” He then gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes casting a soft glow. “Especially when it's enchanted with magic.”

But Applejack only shook her head at his words. She stepped forward, lifting a hoof and pressing it against his chest, surprising—and delighting herself—with how hard it felt. “Just because you're gettin' stronger don't mean ya should play it so tough, Spike.” She fought herself to not run her hoof along his body, to feel his scale clench together underneath her touch, which would tease her with the definition of the muscles beneath.

“I'm not trying to play it tough, Applejack.” Spike rolled his own eyes once the words escaped him. She giggled with her mouth closed, drawing her hoof back and walking along the tree. “Okay, maybe just a tiny bit when I'm fighting. But the no armor thing is totally a real reason for me to get better!”

Behind him, the bundles of sticks shifted, clicking together, a sizzling sound following. The breeze and the brushing of leaves covered for the sound. One from the pile, long and sharp and thick, was slowly covered by a green glow—it then becoming encased by it.

“Get better at what, huh? Showin' off to the girls?” Applejack came to a stop at the center of the base, glaring back at the dragon from over her shoulder. “Maybe gettin' all fancy and decorated by the princesses?”

Spike face scrunched up at once. “And so what if I do? That's part of becoming a hero, isn't it?”

“Becomin' a hero for fame?” Applejack shook her head. “C'mon Spike. You know you're better than that.”

“Hey! Don't twist my words!” One of Spike's frills twitched. He felt a stirring behind him, but chalked the sensation to the wind.“I said it's part of being a hero! You should know better than anypony I'm not just doing this to score another statue!”

“Which is why you're practisin' all them fancy moves and lines.” Applejack didn't know why she suddenly found herself so wound up. One wrong line and words, and just like that, she was blowing up at him for things she knew weren't quite the case. “I'm just sayin', Spike. You've been talkin' an awful lot about—“

Something cut through the air.

“Applejack!” Applejack blinked. The world froze but for a moment. She saw it. The dragon running toward her, his right arm out, claw grasping for her. Then she felt it. Something coming from her right, it like a brown blur at the corner of her eyes. “Get down!”

Applejack froze. The spear of wood sliced through the wind, faster then her eye could turn, seeing it hurl directly at her neck.

Something hard and sweeping knocked her into the tree. A pressure built against her throat, locking her in place. She coughed, though she could hardly breathe. Rasing her dizzy head, her eyes went up, seeing the muzzle of the dragon just above her own, panting, his eyes looking ready to cry.

“Don't worry,” he said to her. “I've got you.”

Applejack blinked. Then she looked down at her throat to see the arm held there, the wrist turned outward, and at its center, the tip of the spear impaled there. A green glow was bright around it, breaking through the wall of scales, slicing into the flesh underneath.

“S-Spike...” Applejack couldn't say anything as the corner of her eyes burned. She knew that the spear still pushed into his wrist, cutting into and soon through his arm, where it would do the same with her throat. “H-H-Help—“

“Don't speak.” Spike did his best to smile at her, but he was now breathing through his lips, droplets of sweat racing along his body. There was a slight shiver to his body. It wasn't cold at all. “Just close your eyes. Nothing's going to hurt you.”

Applejack herself was a shivering mess. She couldn't keep herself still, and though she wanted to speak, to act, to do anything at all, she couldn't her will her body to do any of the three. Taken by surprise, she had no chance to react, causing her body to simply shut-down.

All while the dragon she chastised moments ago was forced to act.

Spike took his other claw and gripped the base of the spear, pulling slowly back on it, whining through gritted teeth as he did so. Even then, his grip wasn't enough to hold back the magic—the lingering strength that was strong enough to power a towering beast like a timberwolf.

But he tried. He fought. And the longer he struggled, the more the green sphere retreated from the stick. Fainter was it glow, closer was its touch to its stick, the last will of life and fight from the defeated foe.

Though it then shoved directly into the dragons wrist, the softest place on him, digging close to his bone. With a cry, he was able to yank it back to just past his scales, but the power of the magic only became stronger as it neared its end—like a last burst of flames before the fire dies out.

“That's it! Fire!” Spike went to blow a gust of flames... only to realize the pony he was with. Right away, he bit his lips, and then even harder when the spear worked into his flesh again. “Nngh! Need to, keep it, from going through, or else...”

Applejack knew exactly what would happen if the spear went through his arm. She gulped, knowing that she wouldn't last for a second. Here she thought the dragon had become a hero for his own accord. And here was, able to save his arm, but didn't. He didn't even want the spear to go through simply because of the pain it would cause him, but rather, knowing what would happen to her.

“I've just... gotta... yank it around a bit....” Spike was nearly crying as he started twirling the spear around, stretching out his wound, causing the gash in his arm to become bigger. “Just... die out already... will ya?”

And in the next few painful moments, the glow around the wood finally faded, seeping out of existence. Spike didn't even need to yank it out—it fell and clattered against the grass itself. Above, the two were left panting, and one bleeding, while the breeze continued to caress them both.

And then both of them fell to the ground, side by side, letting the grass brush against them.

“That,” Spike began as he threw his bad wrist over his stomach, letting it rest there, “was intense.”

Applejack blinked. “No foolin'.”

They laid together for a while. Nothing was said. Not much could be done.

And Applejack was left feeling awful about herself.

“You know...” Spike's voice was barely louder than the wind, “I didn't want to become a hero just it would make me famous, right?” His other claw fell over his bleeding wound, holding it tightly. “That, if I could, I'd give my life to you girls.”

Applejack turned over at once, using a foreleg to hold a muzzle up. “Spike. Don't you dare listen to what I said back there for a second. I... I...” She shook her head, and without knowing it, threw her face down and against his chest. “Oh, please forgive me for thinkin' so foolish! I didn't know what I was goin' on about! I was just... just... I don't know!”

And Spike exhaled softly after feeling her weight. He looked over the back of her head, her hat having been knocked off, to see his held wrist on his stomach. He bit his bottom lip—then quickly shook his head. Lifting his still good arm, he wrapped it around the back of her head, hugging the mare tightly.

“I was being cocky back there. Heck. None of this would have happened if I was wearing my gear.” He rolled his head to the side of her muzzle, the softness of her cheek helping to dull the stinging in his wrist. “So I understand why you got mad. Just... never think I wanted to become a hero for that kind of stuff, alright?”

Applejack couldn't help but raise her head. “And just why did you want to become a hero to begin with?”

Spike didn't know he could still laugh, that was, until he heard himself chuckle. “What? You didn't just see? The whole point of my training is to protect my friends—no matter what.” He then laughed some more. “Wouldn't risk my arm otherwise!”

Applejack knocked his shoulder with a hoof. “The moment you feel well enough, we're off to see Fluttershy. Got it?”

“Aye aye.”

Applejack only continued to stare at him, far longer than she should have, with his head now tilted back. She hadn't realized they were touching cheeks until he pulled away. The feelings of his scales against her fur had caused her orange fur to suddenly go pink.

She hated Spike. She hated how he put himself through so much, which was much like herself, to do well for his friends. All this training, all this risking, simply because he wanted to protect the girls rather than the opposite.

Applejack hated that side of him so much... that she loved him for it.

Outside of her window, way out on the field, a green ball of flames burned. Applejack had to blink twice just to make sure she was seeing it right. The faint flames had burned in the middle of midnight, floating left and right through the air, it held up by some shadow. Whoever it was, they didn't stay on the farm for long, as the light soon passed through a patch of trees, disappearing into the entrance of the woods.

Now where in tarnation does that boy think he's off to? Tryin' somethin' foolish at this hour. Just who does he think he is? With that arm... Applejack closed her eyes and exhaled heavily, fogging up her window. Now aren't you just quick to cut to the chase? The boy is probably wound up just like you are—and a better reason to boot. What? You can't even allow him a nightly walk anymore? He can take care of himself... and you apparently.

Applejack took her crossed forelegs off from the window sill. She turned around and, with a soft jump, let her body throw itself onto her bed. Rolling across the covers, she didn't bother to slip underneath them, knowing they wouldn't be bringing her any comfort.

Get to sleep already gal! Worrin' about him will only make ya tried for work in the mornin'. Nopony gets anythin' out you sufferin'.

It didn't matter how many times she tossed and turned, nor how many times her heart swelled with guilt, or her mind festered with the memory of the previous day. Dropping his off at Fluttershy's, she'd done she was supposed to do.

He even told ya it wasn't your fault. It was him that didn't have enough charge or what not in that sword of his. Twilight would probably go and tell ya the same thing! What happened ain't your fault. Quit feelin' like a bucked tree.

That didn't happen.

Applejack spent the first hour of the night in bed. She spent the second hour wandering around the house. When the creaks of wood from underneath her hooves had elicited groans from all around the house, she was forced then to take to the farm.

Walking and wandering and wondering.

She wasn't even all that surprised when her hooves came to a stop before a small slope, the very one that would take her into the Everfree. The light was faint, coming in the glow of plants and dim streaks of moonlight.

Goin' in there at this time of night. You askin' for a fight? Don't you recall barely makin' it out of one yesterday? But her hooves were already trotting inside the woods, and the dense branches blocked the light above, leaving it cast at the entrance behind her. Now you're in. Congratulations. What are you hopin' to find by goin' back? Gettin' a wound bigger than his?

But her body kept walking, kept going, moving away—like it was trying to get away from itself. Some light still filtered into the woods, enough that she could see the dirt and grass at her hooves. Sneak branches dug into the ground still caught around her ankle, but she was walking slow enough that they never tripped her.

What did trip her up, however, was the shuffling of a bush not far away. Applejack froze at once and her heart pricked at the sound. Glancing down at her chest, her lasso was still done up around her neck.

“Why can't we ever agree to easy places to hide away?” That soft voice. The tone trying a little too hard. The soft clicking of metal. “Why not a hut on a beach? Or a nice little shack along a river? But nooo! It's gotta be a cave.”

Applejack dashed at once in the direction of the voice, along the grass, over the dirt, though across the mud—the cool and thick liquid splattering along her forelegs. The feeling was strangely pleasant. At least to a girl like Applejack.

The trees and bushes, in the gaps between them, gave a glimpse to a small clearing ahead. Applejack slowed down the closer she came to it, unable to hold back her smile at seeing a familiar purple body. She stopped just before the area, seeing him lift a bush into the air—without any dirt or grass rising along with it.

Why in tarnation is he pickin' that up for? Applejack lowered herself, sneaking along the back of some tree. She peeked over a second later, seeing him set it aside. And it didn't even look rooted to begin with.

Spike turned slightly in place, gazing out into the woods, his face wincing. Loosely, one of his arms hung along the side of his body—its wrist patched in thick rolls of white. When his gaze flicked to the tree, at once, Applejack was forced to pull herself back.

Just what are you up to, Spike? Applejack shook her head, breathing slowly, her chest expanding. And why aren't you wearin' your cast either?

“Aw heck.” Spike's voice came closer from the opposite side of the tree and, seconds later, Applejack heard the clattering his claws resting against its wood. “What am I doing complaining anyway? I must be the first dragon to dislike caves.” She heard him sigh, and his claw scratched off from the bark. “Or risk his life for a pony. Gah! What was I even thinking putting Applejack through something like that?”

Applejack felt her heartbeat through her chest, and she was worried he could feel the vibrations through the tree. But her fears calmed when his feet crushed the blades of grass from afar, and seconds later, his foot then clapped against something harder—like stone.

What in the hay?

Applejack came around the tree at once to see the dragon afar, slightly bent forward, walking through a stone tunnel. The circle had been made with a round hill at its back—though it was covered with vines and blocked all around by branches and trees.

That hill has an entrance? Wait a sec. Is this where the young boy's been hiding away this last little while? Applejack started toward the cave, her hooves covering the indents in the grass his feet had created. Aw shucks. Is it even right of me to go in there?

Applejack shook her head, paused before the entrance. She could hear the echo of his steps still, and when she narrowed her eyes, she could make out a neon glow coming from within. Now that ain't right. No way Spike's already got this place rigged with magic.

She then blinked. Now wait just a darn second! Where have I seen a glow from a cave like this before?

And just like that, with her reason at the ready, the farmer followed the hero inside the cave, not exactly sure what she would find, but wanting to find something regardless. Anything that kept her mind away from itself. Something, hopefully, she could quell her inner-voice with.

She heard voices coming from inside the cave.

Applejack kept low but flicked her ears up. The coolness of the stone pressed against every step of her hoof, chilling it with its touch, sending shivers down her spine. Soon the feeling against her hooves changed. The ground rose by an inch, the stone becoming encased by something black, its surface like a cocoon.

This can't be right! I ain't ever seen a cave like this one before. Applejack kept her eyes off the floor, seeing instead, to the long tunnel before her, and the dim wall of darkness shove back slightly only by her every other step. There's gotta be an explanation for all of this.

Applejack swallowed as the tunnel then curved right. Laughter echoed from along the walls, it's distant sound sinister to her ears. The heart in her chest did not fare much better. Despite her calm face, it was everything besides that inside her head.

At least, I sure hope there is.

But when she reached the end of the tunnel, sneaking behind a small but round rock, Applejack was able to see it all, the chamber at the center of the cave. Tilting her head back, the black surface of the ground also covered the walls; neon-green cracks coursed throughout out it all, each, every few seconds, pulsated a faint green glow that imbued the room with light.

Some cracks went dim while other went bright, and the same, in a matter of seconds, would become true in reverse. But why was it Applejack focused on this detail instead of what was present at the center of the chamber?

Because she required for a few seconds to pass, for her heart to calm down, and for her chest to not feel so heavy. For when arched herself up, letting her eyes see over the slope of the smooth rock, she was able to peer into a nightmare.

One far worse, of course, than the one she kept awake from, all to avoid seeing it again.

Yelling.

Fighting.

Flying death.

An arm pressing against her throat.

Blood.

And now...

...betrayal.

“You know,” the queen of the changelings began—or, at least, formerly such, “this is why I desire for you to never leave my lair.” At the center of a chamber there jutted out a round rock, its surface sliced flat. Spike sat down on the edge of it, letting his feet dangle in the air, all while the tall changeling stood a few feet behind him, holding up her foreleg while she spoke. “What fun is there in being a villain, if all your friends hurt you before I do?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “You know it wasn't like that.”

Chrysalis huffed. She slammed her foreleg against the ground. “And now! I am doomed to be enslaved to my hunger! My generator of love, a greedy dragon whose evil desires keeps me charged, has gone and lost his arm!” She shook her head, sending thin strays of hair onto her back. “I wonder. When shall we ever make love again?”

Spike smiled this time. “You know it won't be like that.”

“Now that's the dragon I know.” Chrysalis stepped behind him, grinning, though she next lowered herself. Laying her forelegs over his shoulders, she let them cross over his broad chest, resting her chin on the top of his head. “I suppose a lost arm is only bad for you. But had the wound gone any lower? We both would have been in a lot of trouble.”

Spike huffed at her words, but still laid his back into the bottom of her barrel, appreciating how firm it was. “I have more than one, you crazy changeling.”

“I was referring to your heart there, Spikey.” Her tongue slithered out past her lips, laying itself against his scales. “But I am hurt you think so lower of me. This head of yours... I wonder what I look like inside of it.” Her tongue came down and flicked against his cheek, the corners of his lips shooting up in a giggle. “I may not be reformed, my greedy beast, but surely I'm not so heartless?”

Spike only laughed. Then, he rose the arm bandaged in white, inching his claw to one of her dangling forelegs. “I don't know about that one. Have I tried pressing a claw against your chest yet, you know, so I could feel a beat?”

“Only because you never grope enough when we fuck.” Chrysalis lowered her foreleg, wincing while she did so, having stretched herself. “And wrong arm, dumbass. Try using the one that doesn't hurt to hold me?”

“But that won't work at all!” Spike turned his head around, slightly, to look up. The muzzle of the changeling looked down at him from above, her head tilted slightly up, gazing at him with only slightly raised eyes. “How else can I prove to you how badly I want to hold your hoof?”

At once, her eyes closed, a groan resounded from her throat, but her chest beat against his back. “I swear, Spike, if it weren't for your greed...”

“Or my dicks?”

“Cocks is a better word to use,” Chrysalis went on after having opened her eyes, “though either or break the mood you were trying to go for.” She let herself fall on him, comforting her body with his touch. “You're lucky I don't go for the usual sap mares die for.”

Spike tilted his head. “Mare will die for sap? But they can get it free from trees?”

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “Just give my latest dose of love, you unlovable dragon.”

From behind the rock, Applejack, having taken off her hat, breathed into it. With a stomach clenched, and eyes tightly closed, she did her best to block out the sounds coming from the chamber; she did her best to stop from throwing up.

Spike pressed his good arm against the rock, and Chrysalis backed away by a step, letting the dragon stand. When he did, he just as swiftly turned around, his left arm covering his bandaged right, which hung limply from his side.

And when Spike looked at her, his sword still around his back, and his expression subtly lost in love when it looked at her... Chrysalis was glad her hair had fallen forward, if only to hide away her blushing cheeks.

The starting hero look and aura of Spike hadn't stolen her heart, but rather, gave her one. It was with him, this naive boy, and only with him, that she could feel her heartbeat again. Despite her personality and character, it was how it beat for him that gave those two strengths.

And that was besides being powered by his greed for her.

“Now come here,” Spike nearly whispered to her, wincing as he held open his arms. “It's been a while since I've got to hold anypony, and even longer since... ya know.”

It was Chrysalis turn to roll her eyes, but she did so while walking, straight into his arm. She took his embrace in full, feeling his arms wrap around the back of her neck, holding her close enough for their lips to quickly meet.

Spike kissed Chrysalis.

And from the back of the chamber, Applejack saw.

How... dare HE... Applejack rose from the rock at once, her chest puffed out. This boy makes me worry about him gettin' sucked into somethin' dangerous... only to end up with HER of all creatures? And... he's slept with OUR greatest villain?

She came around the rock at once, teeth bared, and an even stronger voice packed behind them.

So all that trainin' was just to change sides then! To get strong and sleep with any girl he pleased! I should have known better than to have cared! My gut NEVER leads me astray. Applejack stepped into the chamber, glaring up at the kissing couple. I'll let the girls handle this... after I'VE dealt with them.

She watched. How the dragon pressed against the changeling's body, urging her to lean to the left, falling slightly, though finding herself caught by his arm. His head hovered inches above her own, smiling, before lowering his lips...

“Ouch ouch ouch! Get up get up!” Chrysalis's expression went deadpan at his crying, rolling her eyes as she stood back up. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him gripping the bandages along his wrist—red soaking against the white. “I went too far! I went too far!” He clutched the arm against his chest as though it would repress the pain. “I seriously am not as cool as I think I am!”

Applejack stopped walking at once. Tears welled in her eyes, burning their corners with a harsh sting. The pain, however, was nothing compared to the spear of guilt that then pierced her heart. The very reason Spike couldn't hold the villain was the same one as to why Applejack was still breathing then and there.

So she stepped back.

One hoof after the other.

Until hearing the snap of a branch.

Spike's head jerked over at once. His glowing eyes narrowed, granting them greater brightness to see through the dark. With a huff, he stepped over a food, standing behind Chrysalis. “What happened to your friends being clueless about this place?”

“Placing the blame on me already? That's not very kind of you, hero.” Chrysalis eyes squinted even harder than is, and a second later, her tongue poked out from her mouth, slithering in the air. “Though it's someone's friend indeed?”

Spike glared back at her for a second, her words causing him to raise his sword, the bandaged arm going for it.

“You plan on using your bad arm?”

“It's the only one I'm trained with for the moment.” Spike drew the blade over his back, and cutting around in the air of front of him, then held it out. Its tip directed at the entrance to the chamber. “I'd rather take the pain of holding up this sword then the regret of failing us.”

Chrysalis stepped behind him, letting her tongue flick along his right cheek. “You're using 'us' now? How romantic you are!”

Spike shook his head, and thus, her tongue off. Not once had his eyes strayed away from the dimness of the entrance. “You might as well come out! We don't want any trouble. Maybe we can talk this out?”

His narrowed gaze didn't last for long. When the orange pony walked out from the thin wall of dimness, her rope taut around her neck, his expression broke into a pure mixture of confusion and concern.

And for whatever reason, he kept holding up his sword, even though it was pointed at a friend.

“How dare you... finding you here... and with her... how could you... HOW COULD YOU?” Applejack clenched her eyes, inching her muzzle to the rope. “You were a part of us! We raised you since you were a little thing. And then you go off and do something like this... with someone like her!”

“A-Applejack?” Spike blinked away the tears he felt building, then shaking his head just to be safe. “Wait! Don't... don't jump to any conclusions! I can explain all of this! Just don't do anything silly now, alright?”

“Silly? You don't want me actin' silly?” Applejack opened her eyes, their green hue glowing as brightly as his—though their source of fuel was vastly different. “You expect me to just keep calm as you talk about lovin' the villain who nearly took over Canterlot? You're training all to protect something like that... and not the girls that have loved and cared for you since day one!”

“Hey! You know very well it wasn't like that day one.” Spike found his lips lifting over his teeth, the sharp contours of his fangs glinting in the dimness of the cave. “It took you girls a while to start treating me like how you treated Twilight. And even then... it doesn't feel like you see me like how you see her.”

“That's your stinkin' reason!” Applejack exposed her own teeth, letting him brush against her rope. “That we didn't come around to ya close enough? That we still ain't close... even though we all stuck together to take down HER army of changelings? You'd betray us over somethin' like that!?”

Spike gripped his sword tighter, even though blood pooled faster into his bandages. “Will you shut up and listen to me for once? I haven't betrayed you!”

“Only, you slept with one of our greatest villains, and kept it a secret this whole time!”

“Because I needed a girl who saw me as something more than a kid! Who didn't think me becoming a hero wasn't a cute thing to do... but took it seriously!” He lowered the sword slightly to his belly, using the weight of his body to help with how heavy the blade was becoming. “I'm not some innocent kid! I have... bad things about me... that only she can make better?”

Chrysalis came to the side of the dragon, her expression bored, and one of her eyebrow's raised. “Have you two about finished? The petty fears leaking through here? They were cute at first, but I'd like to sneak in a word—“

“Not now!”

“Scatter you vermin!”

Her eyebrow dropped. “Of course. My bad.” She turned around, waving a foreleg. “You two continue with your squabble then.”

“It's about to be more than just that in a second, missy!” Applejack finally brought her mouth down on the rope. “Spike will get a lickin' once we get back into the castle.” She bit down on it, pulling on the cord, feeling the rest of it become loose from around her neck. “But you'll be seeing the Royal Guard before that!”

But Spike only stepped to the right, blocking Applejack from his lover. “That won't be happening.”

Applejack furrowed her brow. “You really have changed then, haven't ya? Going as far to protect that vermin... even if... you have to choose her over one of your friends.” She closed right eye to keep it from crying. “Just wished I saw when you started to change.”

But Spike only held his sword straight, up by his muzzle, bearing the unbearable weight. “I haven't changed one bit, Applejack.” He winced as his right foot slid along the rock, putting him in a defensive stance. “You're the one that's forcing a bad choice on me. None of this has to happen.”

But Applejack didn't listen to his words, or care for the pain on his expression. She didn't dare to silence the voice of pain that screamed from her gut, nor did she try to listen to what her heart was trying to whisper.

Pain, matched with guilt, made her whip her rope into the air. It flew forward while she stepped back, gaining control over its movement as the lasso shot toward the dragon. She was sure to have it fly over his shoulder, but with a quick flick, it could easily knock him out of the way with a hot snap.

It was Chrysalis who watched the scene in silence and stillness. She wasn't frightened. In fact, knowing that the dragon would face one of his closet friends for her sake, though it was a case of misunderstanding, touched her deeply. Because things were fair between them, he was willing to fight, even those whom he loved, for what was right.

Even if that meant bringing more pain to himself.

Spike growled. From his right should, he slashed his sword down left—seconds before the rope could even reach it. As he twirled in place, he dug his blade into the rock, impaling it in place. Then, in raising his arm through the loop of the moving lasso, he gripped the rope and pulled it down.

“Nice try lil bugger!” Applejack bit down on her rope... and yanked it back. “But this is where I've—“

“GUUUUAH!” Tear spewed out of the dragon's eyes as blood squirted out from his wrist, the white of his bandage becoming red at once. He collapsed to his knees, nearing falling forward, his other claw gripping his arm, applying pressure to his wound. “NNNNNGH! AAAAH! JUST... NNNGH!”

Spike was crying as he held on to the rope, it yanking on his arm, his damaged arm. Giving up his blade, he didn't fight his friend, and he didn't betray his lover, taking undeserved pain unto himself, all so everypony else wouldn't have to scream like he did.

And Applejack froze. She stared at the dragon while he cried, while he bled, while he softly whimpered her name. At once, the rope dropped out of her mouth. At once, tears welled from her eyes. At once, her heart ceased to beat on.

“Enough!” No longer lurking in the shadows, the former queen of changelings entered the stage. She threw herself in front of the dragon, and though she looked ready for a fight, her horn had yet to charge. “You've come here to capture me for my crimes? Then very well! But listen to me now, young mare, because I may very well hurt you if you don't.”

Applejack limply lowered herself to pick the rope between her teeth again, though the trembling of her legs barely held her up.

“I am the one who nearly destroyed your home, who attempted to overtake your kind, and to exert my rule over all. If you are seeking evil, then you will find it in me.” Chrysalis then turned around, facing Spike, and exposing her back to her foe. “But this dragon here has committed no crimes—loving me may be the only one.”

Applejack tried to pull back on the rope, but her everything about her body was shallow, unable to move. Any second felt like she'd break apart. One action and her very being would rip apart. She felt dead. Or, wanting to die.

“You are lucky I've pledged my love and my loyalty to this dragon, mare.” Chrysalis charged her horn with a green glow, and though Applejack went to pull on the rope, she didn't. Magic then exploded—embers floating into the bloodied bandage. “For your wicked words and horrible deeds, I would have encased you in a cocoon of horrible nightmares, something you would have endured for the rest of your life.”

Applejack watched as the red of the bandage then pulled away from the fabric. Slowly, whiteness returned to the article. The whimpers of the dragon soon stopped echoing from the cave's walls. And when her black lips then kissed his wound, his crying ceased entirely, though he continued to pant.

“But it's because of this dragon that I no longer go hungry. Because this dragon is kind enough to see what lies beneath the surface of all, I find that, no longer, am I alone with myself.” Her lips had pulled away from his forearm, but she kept close, her green magic channeling into his wrist. “Plus, he's a fun tease.”

Applejack exhaled. “Don't try to speak fancy with me. I-I know what you've done! It's your magic, ain't it? Corrupting him like you did Twilight's brother!”

“Is that what you think? All I've done is heal the wound that you not only caused, but then worsened.” Chrysalis shook her head, her eyes glowing green, though she bit her bottom lip to repress their intensity. “No matter what you have said, it was you who attacked us, who threw claims at him. How could a mare be that cruel?”

“You d-dare call—“

“You say that this dragon has betrayed you? After he's given his arm up for you?” Chrysalis stood up and turned around, towering over the mare. Applejack didn't shiver because she now stood in her shadow, but rather, because of the words she now spoke. “And even when you choose to fight him, he'd rather lose his arm for good rather than fight you on a mere misunderstanding.”

Chrysalis clenched her eyes. “How could ponies become so vain?”

Applejack tried to work her jaw, but no words came out, and even if they did, nothing could save her. Past the changeling, she saw the dragon, sitting there, simply holding his arm. At once, the walls of the cave contracted around her.

“It's... not right.... no...” Applejack barely felt the rope slip from her teeth. “It was him gettin' too big for himself... and... and it was you who's supposed to be evil.” She shook her head, hard enough, to shake her hat off. It landed next to her rope. “I was just actin' on my... on my... oh my...”

Applejack cried before she could fully turn around, and though she ran away, her whimpers echoed off the walls. The distant clopping of her hooves faded away, leaving the fight, and the lovers, alone.

“How mares get so conceited,” Chrysalis said while holding a foreleg over her chest, “I will never know. Always feeling like they're in the right. Never trying to think beyond that.” She went to glance over at her dragon. “How do you ever put up with them?”

“That's funny.” Spike was already rising to his feet when she had turned around. In his claw, he gripped the rope still there. “You know, I think that's the first time I've heard that question phrased that way?”

Chrysalis arched an eyebrow. “And what do you mean by that, lover boy?”

“It means I'd always wondered how the girls put up with me.” Spike lowered his claw, opening it up, and letting the rope go. It fell by his feet, something which he then stepped over. “It's only after meeting you... that I started thinking more for myself.”

Spike then walked past her, his shoulder nearly brushing against her own, all while he stepped down from the rock. She pouted as she watched him walk. “Are you saying I'm a bad influence?”

He was already bending over, with his bad arm out, picking up the fallen hat. Lifting it slowly, he smiled at it. Then, holding it by his side, he turned around, a wide grin across his muzzle. He walked backward while he spoke, his other arm held out to his left. “In that way? I think you're actually a positive one.”

And then he turned around and walked into the dim wall of darkness.

Chrysalis pouted. “And just where do you think you're going?”

Spike waved at her with the back of his left claw. “To find the other positive influence.”

And then he was gone.

“Hmmph! Very well.” Chrysalis sat down in place, looking to her left, and picking up the rope. She played around with it using her forelegs. “But just remember something, lover. Just because you're a hero, hehe, doesn't mean you have to be a goody-two-shoes while you're at it.”

Chrysalis spoke to herself, but that fact, she did not mind.

Applejack sat against the stone wall, hunched forward, with her muzzle buried into her crossed forelegs. The tears on her cheeks at since dried, leaving the fur there feeling rough. Worse yet, was that her whimpers had still yet to go away.

So much for cryin' on the inside.

“Is this spot taken?”

A huff. “Go away, Spike.”

“...I'll take as a warm invitation.” She felt how his body slid down next to hers, his scales rubbing against her fur, a pleasant destination that she rejected. Tighter, she huddled into herself; closer, he wiggled into her. “If... you're still crying down there, if it helps, I could rip off some of my bandages. They should make for decent tissues, y'know?”

Applejack, despite her best efforts not to, laughed.

“You're reading the scene wrong, Spike.” Applejack spoke more into her wrist than she did the drake. Can he even hear me speak? “I'm the one that's supposed to be crawlin' back to you. Not supposed to be the other way around.”

“Hmm. Naaaah.” She heard the light thud of his head laying back against the wall. “Things you're supposed to do are boring. Do chores, eat healthy—stuff like that.” He chuckled. “Made my mind up about those kinds of things a while back.”

“Did ya now?”

“Indeed I did.”

“And just what did you decide?”

Spike giggled. “That I'm supposed to do all the things I'm not supposed to do!”

“Like becomin' a hero?”

“Yup!”

“And datin' a villain?”

“...yup.”

Applejack sighed. “And you're sure that's a good idea?”

“Felt right at the time,” he replied. “Look. I'm not going to say I have this fully thought out. Because I don't. All I know is that it still feels right now. And, if I'm lucky, it'll lead to something more than right later.”

Applejack hugged herself a bit tighter. “Is she better than the girls?”

“You know I don't look at anypony like that.” Spike's claws clicked against the ground. “Do I really need to spell this out for you? I think all you girls are great, wonderful, and... far better than a dragon like me deserves. Heck, I don't think I'm even worthy of Chrysalis.”

And then it was Applejack's turn to laugh.

Spike frowned. “I say something funny?”

Applejack finally pulled back her muzzle. She laid it atop her forelegs, and then glanced up at the dragon from the corner of her eyes. “Not at all, sugarcube. I just happened to realize somethin' is all.”

“Oh?”

“Everypony seems to think my head is always on straight.” She smiled. “Only, I'm a lot sillier underneath the hood than most ponies get to see.”

“I like silly?”

“Even if it's whipin' your bad arm?”

Spike leaned fully into the wall, tilting his head back, exhaling heavily. “Depends on why you did it, I guess.”

“If you find out, do me a favor? I'd like to know as well.” Applejack then stared forward. “But, just promise me one thing, Spike? If I was in my right mind, I would have never done something like that to you. Seeing you with her was just...”

“Just what?”

“Just that it's been a long time since I've felt protected.” Applejack's eyes swiftly came to a close. “Go ahead and laugh if you like. I deserve a little humiliation for what I put you through.” But when she heard no laughter, but a claw placing itself along her wrist, she couldn't repress her relieved joy. “After Big Mac got hitched, it felt like me against the world again.”

Spike sighed. “That sucks.”

“That's one way of puttin' it, sugarcube.” When her eyes opened again, they came with a smile, all three set on him. “But not once did I feel that when I was around you. Even though you were searchin' for a fight all the time, I never felt safer in my life when I was standing by your side.”

She exhaled slowly, if only to quell the trembling that found itself in her foreleg. “But as time went by, and I saw you gettin' better, there was a part of me that was gettin' awfully worried.” She laughed a laugh that was of sadness rather than joy. “Dragon like you, growin' the way you were. Back then, all the girls thought you becomin' a hero was you just tryin' to be cute. When you were little, we weren't expectin' much to come out of it.”

Spike cleared his throat. “But now, I'm not so little anymore.”

“And it wouldn't be long until that head of yours got swollen with pride.” Applejack laughed at herself this time. “Would you look at me go? Assuming you'd be the one to turn rotten first, when it's been me thinkin' rotten of you this whole time.”

Spike opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

“Feelin' protected by a big strong dragon made me feel a bit lighter in a way. Bit happier too, if ya want to know the truth.” She then shook her head quickly, strands of her mane becoming loose from her ponytail. When she had stopped, the blush on her cheeks was still there. “After all the troubles we been through, it's enough to leave a gal feelin' a bit shocked after it all. Havin' you there through it all... seemed to make everything better.”

Spike had looked away while she spoke and, when she had finished, swallowed. “I, a-ah, um, n-n-never knew I had that much, you k-know, of an effect on you girls.”

“You'll stick up for that villain over there, but have nothin' pleasant to say for yourself?” Applejack smiled when she shouldn't have, and the guilt of that drained away her blush. “How could I have been so wrong about you all this time? And here I thought, you left the girls... you left me all to protect some girl new.”

“You know I wouldn't do that.”

“I know.” Applejack dropped her gaze to the ground. “Ya could have sliced my rope if you wanted to with that sword, but ya choose not to.” She bit her bottom lip. “You already know the story behind that rope. One of the last few things my pops left me.”

Spike gazed back at her. “R-Really? I didn't—“

“You're just as mad as me at lyin'.”

“S-Sorry.”

The two sat in silence, side by side, digesting each other's words. Their breathing echoed off the walls of the cave. Beyond that, there was nothing else. Words said lingered in the air, heard by each other, even though it may not have echoed through the tunnel.

“So,” Spike started, turning slightly to the mare, “you liked feeling protected?”

Applejack raised her head from her forelegs. She stared up at him, her shoulders slumped. “You're not gonna make a girl repeat somethin' like that, are ya?”

Spike smiled before shaking his head. “Of course not. It's just... I like the sounds of that a lot...” He glanced at the claw still on her foreleg, which still trembled in place, though by one squeeze of his digits, her trembles slowed. “You've girls have always been the ones protecting me, and now, it finally feels like I'm paying back the favor. Like I'm finally being useful. Almost like you're my marefriend and—“

“Your what now?”

“I... er!” Spike went to pull away his claw, his whole body suddenly set on fire. But the other hoof came down on his claw, pinning him in place. “N-Not that I see you as stunning and beautiful and far too good for me or—“

His lips would have kept spewing words were it not for the lips pressing against him. Soft, the layer of orange fur tickled his every scale. Firm, when they pressed harder against his own, they transferred something surreal into his core—the feeling of sitting atop a hill, together, on a warm and sunny afternoon back on the farm.

Kissing Applejack wasn't just a moment of time passing.

It was an experience of a place beyond this cave they shared.

“That,” Applejack said the second her lips pulled away, “is somethin' I've been dyin' to do for far too long now.” She had leaned up to kiss him, her other hoof leaning on his shoulder. “You still hangin' in there, dragon boy?”

“Spike has checked out for the evening!” Spike held up his other claw, his index digit pointing up. “Try sending a letter to the moon?”

“Ain't that cute.” Applejack came off the side of him, then leaned back against the wall. “Never knew my kisses packed a punch.” She dipped a hoof against her lips, poking the lingering feel of his scales against them. “Next time, I should see if I can knock ya further to the stars.”

Spike only let his body collapse forward, his expression love struck. “I'm so lucky Chryalsis is understanding.”

Applejack blinked as she flicked her gaze back on him. “Aw shoot! Is your girl even—“

“She's very accepting.” Spike scratched the side of his head. “In a very confusing way.”

Applejack sighed. “Guess I better go back and speak to her.” She rose forward, coming onto all four hooves. She then spun around. “But don't think for a second that I'm a fan of her! I'm trustin' your judgment on this one, Spike.” She then faced the tunnel. “Somethin' I should have done since the start of this mess.”

Spike quickly rose behind her, though he picked the hat he'd set next to himself. “You wanna put this back on before then?”

Applejack glanced back at him and, with a smile, shook her head. “Hold onto it for a while, will ya? Try tying it around your neck for the moment.”

Spike didn't have a chance to say anything more. The orange mare walked off into the tunnel, swaying her hips while she did so, the jiggle of her flanks catching his gaze at once. The way how each cheek would slightly rise, falling seconds later, her glutes beckoning him to follow...

The dragon tied that hat around his neck. Gulping, he followed her, feeling confused by only everything.

There was one thing that was for sure for him.

Mares were weird.

“Don't think for a second that I like ya.”

Both of their muzzles pushed against the other, their eyes mere inches apart, each glowing brightly. Chrysalis smirked in response to the words, her eyes going wide. “Good. Because I hate you. So that puts me above you.”

Spike stood a few feet away from the show of girls, shaking his head, letting it drop slightly. “Would it kill any of you to try and get along? It doesn't even have to be for all that long! Like, five minutes—tops!”

Chrysalis's gaze flicked on him, the brightness of her eyes burning through his scales. “This mare took your lips without my permission. You'd think lower of me if I didn't feel just the tiniest bit protective over you.”

Spike shook his head. “You said we were just friends with benefits at first!”

She glared back at Applejack. “But this one hasn't proven herself to be much of a friend now, has she?”

Applejack opened her mouth to speak but knew nothing could save herself now. Backing away a few steps, she lowered her head in defeat. “You got me. Maybe I acted a bit rash with your dragon.”

“Just like a mare to say!” Applejack looked up to see Chrysalis towering over her. With her tongue out of her mouth, it curved in the air. “He's not my dragon. He's a dragon! His greed demands more than just me. Even all the love I require isn't enough to drain him of his dread.”

Applejack whipped her head to the dragon at once. “Your greed came back?”

“Whole reason I went into the hero business.” He shrugged and looked aside. “It wasn't until I met Chrysalis that I stopped worrying so much about it. My greed is enough to feed her, and she doesn't have to suck love from others. Though lately, we've been going, y-you know, a bit more tough then I would like to do with her.”

Applejack blinked. When she glanced over at Chrysalis, she found the tall mare blushing and looking away. She even rubbed her one of her forelegs against the other. In a second, the towering queen had reverted to a guilty girl.

“The dragon must be with others than me,” Chrysalis said, “or else he may lose himself. Unlike you mares, I do not try to own him for myself. No matter whom he is with, I knew a part of his heart now belongs to me.”

Applejack shook her head and took a step toward her former foe. “But how can you be so sure about somethin' like that?”

Chrysalis looked back at her. This time, however, her expression was now more tired than it was anything else. “Because Spike thinks that most ponies are better than him. Have you not seen the way he talks and acts? Ponies aren't better than each other—they are simply different. He is not vain like you mares tend to be.”

Applejack bit her tongue.

“That's why I do what I can to please him, to show him that he matters, even though I may tease him otherwise.” Chrysalis set her tired gaze on the dragon, who himself stood away from the scene, his head lowered, his claw holding his damaged arm. “This is my truth on our relationship. A dragon who values himself less than me causes for his actions to mean less. Acts of love should be done out of love—not insecurity.”

Applejack actually laid her hoof on the changeling's chest, feeling it clench at her touch, though it did not pull away. “Surely our Spike doesn't feel that way.” She glanced over at the dragon... who lowered his head. “Right, Spike?”

Spike only sighed as he kept looking down. “Afraid she's got it right, Applejack.” Although he didn't lift his head, he still raised his eyes to look up at her. “You girls are so much better than what I could ever be. If the choice that day was between me and you...”

Spike didn't have to finish that sentence. At the entrance of the chamber was where he stood, walking to its slide, and coming along the wall there. He leaned his back against it, still keeping his head down. He kept quiet.

“Now you see why I dislike you mares? Always caught up in what others matter to yourself, and nothing else.” Chrysalis raised her foreleg, gently pushing down the hoof of the mare. “Sometimes, I wonder which one of us is the villain.”

There it was. That feeling of guilt within Applejack's heart that could stand the pain no longer. In the core of her being, she felt how unfair all of this was, to both him and the changeling. Then, she had taken a kiss she didn't deserve to take.

But now?

All that was going to change.

“And if I were going to trust your words in all of this,” Applejack began as she stared up at the queen, “what exactly would I have to do to make things right again?” She shook her head, letting her gaze fall to the side, to fall on Spike. “There's a disconnect between us. One that I don't like one bit.”

Chrysalis tilted her head back as she stared down. “Interesting. You would assist aid from your foe?”

“If it means putting things straight between Spike and me?” Applejack dipped her head. “Then yes. I'd trust your advice on the matter.” She sighed. “What's right is right. No matter who said it. Family rules.”

Chrysalis stared at them from afar, her gaze curious, her heart mysterious. With the closing of her eyes, she laid her hoof on the hilt of Spike's sword, which was still impaled into the rock. “Wisdom still runs in some families, I see. Fine. Very well.”

With a spark of her greenhorn, the sword blew a chunk of rock into the air, the blade itself twirling upward. Chrysalis was a foot behind it, grinning widely, opening her eyes as she flew forward a step—chucking the sword directly at Spike. “Behind you, lover!”

Spike turned at once, his eyes had gone wide, though he quickly stepped back. The waft of air swept across his cheek, dust settling into the air from the impact, from the sword that stuck halfway inside the wall of the cave.

He sighed as the dust settled. “Sometimes, I don't think our relationship is very safe.”

“You already choose improvement over safety.” Chrysalis grinned, then set her sights on the mare standing just behind him. “And you. Your claim that your relationship is out of balance? Then do what must be done.” Her horn then levitated the rope into the air, uncurling it. “Tip back the scale for our dragon. Go and stand by his sword, turned around—and don't move.”

Applejack gulped as she started to walk. Gazing up at the sword, it was higher off the ground then what she was comfortable with—and a lot longer than what she was expecting. She felt the forceful eyes of the queen, which pricked fear into her heart, as well as the calm ones of the dragon, who only made her heart beat that much faster.

Is it too late to back out of this? Applejack then shook her head, coming underneath the blade. My words would have been as good as mud after that. Even if I don't trust her one bit, there's no way I could betray Spike after saying something like that. She turned around, gulped, and then waited.

“Huh! Maybe there's hope for you after all!” Chrysalis snickered as she flew the rope forward, letting it curl around the orange forelegs, then along her barrel—raising her slightly into the air. “But don't forget you've also been a very bad mare, Applejack! Causing our hero so much pain...”

Chrysalis tongue flicked into the air while her mouth opened with glee. “And me as well! The poor dragon cannot move fast, hold much, or even lift his arm! He's a creature of needs, Applejack, and ones that he can't even take care of himself!”

You be careful with me! Applejack bit her lip as her body was pulled into the air. Looking up, she saw her rope cross and tie over the sword, her forelegs doing the same over the hilt, binding her to it. No longer could she turn around. Her rump was laid bare to the room. She's got it so I can't move at all... I KNEW this was a bad idea!

“Well, would you look at that? I do suppose pony pussy is a lot different after all.” Chrysalis let her tongue slither back inside her mouth. Her horn ceased its green glow. “It's much softer and smaller than I was expecting. Forgive my words, but it almost looks cute in a way.”

Why in the hay is she using words like THAT for? Applejack couldn't explain why her body felt so hot, why her cheeks were so warm, and why her exposed crotch tingled. That last thought made her blink. Her tail flicked over her groin at once. No no no no! Those two did NOT just see my.... my...

“This is not fair, young mare.” Chrysalis hopped down from the rock and walked toward her at once. On her way, she slipped her forelegs through Spike's arm, forcing him to turn and tag along. “You're wet, and not even letting the one who made it so bask in the reward for his efforts.”

“W-Wet!” Applejack coughed. “I am not wet!”

Spike, for his part, kept his head down. The two stood over her, while she was tied and bounded, unable to do anything. It felt like they had power over her, able to do whatever they pleased, only Spike didn't bask in it like Chrysalis did, which pumped hope into Applejack's heart.

“Then explain why your tail is sticking to your thighs?”

Applejack lowered her head down to her forelegs, looking upside down along her underbody. Tufts of fur puffed out at her chest. Down the soft slope of her belly, she saw that between her legs, where though her tail was down, strands of it stuck to her thighs. Her orange thickness had caught them, though the slime across her hairs was what stuck them there.

“O-Oh.”

“Now then. Move your tail if you will.” Chrysalis stepped back. Placing a foreleg on Spike's back, she pushed him forward. “And you, dragon. Look at the mare that's offering herself to you.” She then shook her head and turned around. “At this point, I might as well open a love agency.” Seconds later, she then tilted her head. “Maybe that's not such a bad idea.”

Applejack raised her head and looked over her back, seeing only the dragon only raising his head, their eyes meeting, greeting, and needing each other in a silent way. Swallowing, the mare then lifted her tail, feeling the heat of her crotch escape into the air.

“Go on and take a look, hon.” Applejack offered him a weak smile. “I'm like that back there all because of you.”

Spike opened his mouth to speak, but knew better than that. Lowering himself, slowly, onto his one knee, he brought his muzzle down to her thighs. There, he saw how her orange body curved into her crotch, of the soft orange mounds on either side of her pussy—her slit lubricated by her own juices.

“Do... whatever you like to me down there.” Applejack had trouble not rubbing her thighs together, needing to let her plushness squish over the inflamed lips of her pussy. “If you're gonna put yourself at risk solely for the sake of me, then it's only fair that I do the same for you.”

Laughter sounded from afar. “Isn't that just grand? Now I won't have to listen to him complain. He used that arm to jerk off, ya know!”

Applejack blinked. “That true?”

Spike gave a guilty smile. “Sorta?”

“Then that's something I gotta make right then.” Even though she was the one that was tied, Applejack felt like she was in control—even if that meant ordering the dragon to play with her body in a way she'd let few others. “When you finish down there, I want you to—NNNGH!”

Applejack clenched her eyes, tilted her head, then gazed down. Below, the dragon had kneeled to the ground, pressing his lips against her slit. His mouth impressed into her mouth, her heated folds stimulated by the toughness of his lips.

She cried and whimpered in joy at finally being touched.

“Sorry!” Spike shot up at once, wiping his good wrist against his lips. “It was just so soft and fuzzy and small and—“

“Spike?”

“Y-Yes?”

“You have two?”

“Huh?” Spike glanced down at his crotch from above, seeing that both of his cocks were out, each stiffening in the open air. He gritted his teeth at once, feeling them both radiate heat into the open air. “O-Oh. Right. You wouldn't have known about that yet.”

Applejack stared at them, licking her lips, and feeling her heart race.

“Why don't ya come over to the side here and... let me take a closer look at 'em?”

Two of them. How the heck are they so thick and yet so long at the same time? And the ridges running along their bottoms. Spike had walked over, placing his one bad claw on the sword, leaning onto it for support. Below it, she came face to face with his left cock, his slim head throbbing just before her muzzle.

She blew a warm exhale across it. It twitched and shivered in return. Growing faster because of her, Applejack laughed as it inched closer to her lips—and she didn't even have to move.Tipping the scale back in his favor? The dragon is due for some pleasure after all of this, but this ain't no punishment for me!

“Spike? Can ya do me a favor?”

Spike nodded from above. He looked conflicted with having both of his cocks presented before the bound mare, but the position also made him feel strangely powerful, knowing that she couldn't avoid them even if she wanted to.

“Yes?”

“Bring one of 'em closer for me?”

Spike gulped, but complied, and brought his left cock to her lips. Uncurling her tongue, she licked his tips; he clenched his claw in response. The aching in his member was killing him more than his arm was.

And then Applejack took the plunge.

She tilted her head while her muzzle came forward. Her mouth opened, drool and spit dipping along his shaft, though those spots were soon engulfed by the rest of her mouth. Applejack closed her eyes as his cock throbbed inside her mouth, its underside resting comfortably on her tongue.

If anypony else saw me like this! My hooves bound over my head and my mouth full of dragon dick. Applejack opened her eyes, giggling, the vibrations of which made the dragon twitch. He stared down at her, slightly concerned, but she only gave him a sultry gaze back. Unable able to help yourself with your own claw? Let me make you feel all better, sugarcube.

Applejack moaned at the salty taste of his meat, at feeling the blood thumping along his girth, at the way how it sometimes throbbed against the ceiling of her maw. Slowly, she worked herself forward, feeling his head poke against the back of her throat.

“What are you waiting for, lover boy?” Chrysalis voice sounded somewhere behind the two. “You've still got one good claw on you. Her pussy had caught your gaze because of how soft it looked, correct? Why haven't you gone trying to feel it?”

Applejack's eyes went wide, and a few seconds later, went even wider. While she bobbed her head forward, taking the head of his dick into the tight confines of her silky throat, she felt his other claw stretch to the left, rubbing down her back, the hardness there transitioning into the softness of her rump.

His claw settled on her right cheek and, once there, gave her plushness a squeeze. Her ass filled out in the gaps between his digits, flattening against the scales of his palm.

And then the tips of his digits pressed down on either side of her mounds, sinking slightly into them, enough of a scratch to send tingles along her spine. She arched in the air, stuffing more of his cock down her throat, all while her legs danced in place, trying to urge his claw into her.

Spike met her request like how she met his.

His digits rubbed up and down her slit, collecting her juices along with them, each swipe quickening. Two of his digits then sunk inside her tight little hole, pumping in and out, pressing out against her contracting walls.

“Mfmmfhm!”

“Huh?” Spike had closed his eyes. Opening them at her gagging, he saw the mare below him, taking his cock into her mouth. He didn't know when, but he had started flicking his hips, nearly humping her face and fucking her throat. “Oh! Ahaha. Um. My bad.”

Spike pulled out his cock at once, feeling her spit cool along with his member.

“Take me, oh, take me now!” Applejack cried up at him as she swung in place, her hips flicking in the air. When his digits popped out from her pussy, juices trickled out soon after. “Do whatever you like to me. Grab my ass! I don't care. Just have me!”

Laughter rang out from behind him. “Do more to her ass than just touch it, Spike.”

Spike glanced down at Applejack. She nodded her head continuously. For a second, it felt like a part of him had faded away. His eyes became brighter and he moved faster than he should of. Stepping behind her once more, he let his crotch fall against her rump, letting his weak body leaning against her hanging and sloping softness.

It took a second for it to click. His weak arm slipped underneath her barrel. Her soft coat impressed as he held her up slightly. Above her, his other claw took the sword out from the wall, lifting it higher into the air—and her along with it.

SHWEING!

Spike impaled the sword back into the wall. Trickles of dust and stone poured from the bottom of the hole, seeping onto her mane. She nearly stood on her hind legs now, the front of her body raised up; the back of her body pressed out.

“Sorry about that,” his voice whispered down at her from above. “Just needed to bring your… ahem… backside up a bit.” A mad blush flushed along his cheeks. “Can’t exactly f-fuck you comfortably with you so low.”

Will he just take me already? He's got me hung up, my legs apart, all waiting just for him! Applejack then yelped as she felt his claw snake down to her butt, letting his digits play along her rump. Then, without warning, his palm squeezed her right flank—but there was simply too much there for him to grab. Hehehe. Sorry 'bout that, hero. There may just a little too much back there for ya to handle.

But Applejack's confidence faded the second she felt something hard and long slip into the crack of her ass, feeling the plushness of her cheeks enveloping one of her shafts, something which she shuddered against.

She felt the same was true with his other shaft. Glancing down, she saw and sensed how his other cock rubbed up and down her slit, the tip of his dick poking against her engorged clit. He was wet from her spit.

And she was just plain wet.

“Heh. Think... you've got me pretty good, don't ya?” Applejack laughed a drunk giggle. “Playin' with my pussy like that. I know you've been gettin' some practice from her.” She then grinned. “But for us pony folks? We've got bigger asses than them bugs—and a lot more we can do with 'em!”

Applejack clenched her cheeks at once, sandwiching his cock in-between her soft walls, letting her squishiness rub all the sides of his hardness. When she felt him throb, she only clenched her ass harder, willing him into place. His dick burned against her flank, and her rump rubbing against it wasn't helping at all.

“You better stick it in 'fore your other one comes bursting out.”

Spike groaned as he tilted back his head. He kept rocking his hips against her crotch, feeling one cock riding up her crack, the other up her slit and against her belly, the latter burning into her skin. Humping quicker, his cock shot deeper into her slit, brushing her clit every time, all while his tip became enveloped by her lips.

And then, just like that, his cock found its way into her tight little hole. It squeezed in at once, pressing out against her walls, forcing space inside of her for him to fit in. Applejack screamed, wailing, seeking to beat her hooves against his chest, but found all she could do was flick her hips and squeeze her ass.

“Oh? Do you know his pain now? Of being near something good, but bound by his insecurity, forced to endure needless torture?” Chrysalis kept to the shadows, allowing the two their fun. “It was in those state that you threw those harmful words at him. Now's the time to make it right.”

Applejack clenched her pussy around his cock, trying to slow him down, but feeling his hardness slip through her softness. His crotch smacked into her own, her lips spreading apart to accommodate all of him.

“Nnngh... Apple... Applejack?”

Applejack willed open an eye back at him, feeling the weight in her stomach released once he pulled out. In the space left behind, it felt hollow and clenching, wanting to be fully filled by him again. “Y-Yeah, sugarcube?”

He slipped himself back inside of her, feeling his thighs smack into her own, the tip of his other cock slipping into the strands near her dock. “This feels really good right now. Like, I can't even feel my art—that kind of good.”

“Heh... that... so?”

“The idea of a strong mare like you being tied up... I don't know... it's very sexy.”

“Then hurry up and rut me, stud.”

Spike nodded his head and slammed himself fully inside. She clenched down on him when he pulled out, milking his hardness for every second and every inch that she could take. She tried to time herself. To thrust back into him seconds before he could enter her.

Their labored breathes echoed off the cave's walls. Both of them were sweating, their thighs smacking together. Applejack had arched her back like a cat, letting her pussy being ravaged by his cock, the raw force of his thrusts something her arousal desperately needed to feel.

And that was how they continued. Her bound by his sword, her body hung up for him, all because he was too weak to do much himself. He couldn't hold her or lay with her. His wound prevented him that kind of pleasure. It was because of that she had to offer herself this that way—putting them both at an equal level of disability.

Because of that, for whatever reason, made the two even hotter for each other. The wet slaps of his cock thrusting into her pussy was enough to mat the ground at their feet with their combined juices. Her flanks kept squeezing against his other cock, which thrust along her crack, pressing along her slope.

“Don't think... I have... much longer....”

Spike grunted as his claw smacked her right flank, feeling it jiggle against his dick. He grabbed her cheek before it could stop. Though that wasn't really a problem. His every thrust was enough to lift the mare slightly off the floor. Their every motion caused the globes of her rump to shift all over the place.

“...when... dragons finish....”

Applejack gave a strained laugh. “I already know. So finish me!”

Spike did as he was commanded. Down below, she could feel the cock in her cunt expanding, knotting to her walls. With a weak moan, she clenched down on him the best she could, loving how he still spread her further apart.

Even better was the feeling in her ass. She clenched her cheeks hard against his member, doing so more when she felt him knot ball against her flanks, it feeling so hard, that she pressed even harder against it. The combined sensations overloaded her nerves. She came.

Applejack arched her head all the way back. Letting her eyes close, her lips curled into a full smile at the feeling his hot seed shoot deeply inside of her—an act she matched as her walls broke lose with her own femcum.

The warmth only belt in her belly... along with standing the underside of her tail with his hot jizz. His cock had poked through it, more of his cum pumping through his cock, landing and staining along her back. She twitched in pleasure. Turning her cheek, his load touched down on her cheek—something she was quick to lick.

They stayed like that for a while. Both of them panting, looking at the other, no words needed to express what had happened. Even though she was tied up, the farmer still hadn't felt safer in her life—nor more connected to another.

And then a thought popped into her head, a harmless joke, one she laughed at before she even spoke it. “Say, sugarcube? How many times and how many ways do you gotta do it to me... before we even?”

Spike only gulped

The rays of sunlight touched the entrance of the cave, where the pony, the dragon, and the changeling all stood together. Applejack stood just outside of it, smiling at the two still inside, who both were standing together.

“So this will stay our little secret for the time being?”

Chrysalis nodded. “We barely managed to stop you from capturing me.” She flicked her head aside. “I doubt your friends will take this reveal much better.”

Spike threw his good arm over her shoulders, then holding her close to his chest. “And I still need to find a way to deal with my greed. For the moment, this is the best solution I got.” He gave his changeling a little squeeze. “And the one I enjoy the most.”

“I read ya. Lips sealed. Cowgirl's promise.” She then turned around. “I better get goin' then. Leave you two lovers to shack up.” She winked. “Though, maybe try for a new hide-out?” She took a step forward, and then another...

“Wait!” Applejack turned around to see Spike having shouted at her. “I've still got your hat here!” His other arm untied the lace around his neck, then held it out to her. “Here. You can—ah!” He winced as his claw dropped the hat at once. His arm swung back to his side. “Ouch!”

Applejack only giggled at the display. The cute dragon had swung his good arm over the girl, and didn't dare to take it off her. He's protective of everyone, ain't he? What in tarnation was I ever so worried for?

She came into the cave to pick up the hat—seconds before his claw reached back down for it—and brought it back to around his neck. Having raised into her hind legs, she pressed a foreleg against his chest for balance. With her teeth, she tied the string back around his throat.

“Do me a favor, hero?” Applejack looked up into his eyes, those innocent green eyes, the ones belonging to a poor boy caught in an unfortunate and complex situation. “Hold onto this for a bit for me. If your greed ever sends you for a loop as it does, then try breathing into that. It helped me more than you could know.”

And then she kissed him.

And then she turned came off him, turned around, and started to run.

Spike was dazed by her actions, but with a shake of his head, quickly shouted after her. “But won't you need it?”

Her laughter reached them from afar. She stopped in the distance, coming to stand next to the tree where everything had begun. With a smile, she flicked her head, sending her blond mane over her back—it was one of the few times she'd left it undone.

“You kiddin'?” Applejack blew him a kiss. “It'll be all the reason I need to see you two again.” She then turned around, and with a shake of her rump, ran off like a giggling little filly. “Y'all better not have too much fun without me!”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving the hero, and the villain, alone once more. They didn't stand together for long, deciding instead to turn around, slowly walking back into the darkness of the cave.

“You know, I've been wondering about something.”

Chrysalis still leaned against him, even though her gaze was set elsewhere. “How you've been blind to a needy mare for so long?”

“Not that, though now I'm also wondering about that.” Spike glanced down at his lower, tilting his head slightly. “It's just that, when we first got together, I thought all of this might have been a ploy to slowly make me into a worse dragon.”

“I'm glad your first impression of me was so accurate.”

“But now I'm starting to think the opposite is true.” Spike took his arm off her and brought it to his neck. Gripping the hat, he brought it over his head—his spines prevented him from wearing the thing. “Now? I think you're slowly making me into a better dragon... through methods, I'm not so sure are good?”

When Chrysalis finally looked at him again, she made sure to roll her eyes. “You used to write friendship reports, no? As far as I can tell, your princess doesn't like inconclusive lessons.”

Spike only smiled. “That's just because this lesson isn't over!”

And with that, he put the hat on the bug, which at once sent a blush red blush to contrast against her black cheeks. Looking up, her expression dropped at seeing the rim of the stetson. It bunched her hair together in a strange way, and gave her a feeling that her aura hadn't been able to do before.

“And you look so cute like that!”

Chrysalis narrowed her eyes and let out a small growl. “You know, she also left her rope.” Then, with closed eyes and a sinister smile, she tilted her head at him. “Would you like me to try it on you?” She then gave the cutest giggle in her life. “Of course, that wasn't a question.”

Spike would have made a run for it...

...if his arm hadn't hurt so much.

Even if the villain wasn't making the hero into a better dragon, there was still one thing, despite it all, that was true about them both. The villain, opposite of the hero, didn't make him more heroic, but rather, allowed him to be whatever dragon he wanted to be.

And the same was true for the villain, of course.

“Ha!” Rainbow Dash danced a few steps back, wiping her muzzle with a hoof. “That all you got? How are you gonna call yourself a hero—if you can't even throw a decent punch?” Her ruby eyes glinted as she tilted her head downward. “Or even a dragon for that matter?!”

“C'mon! You know that's not fair.” Spike stood on the other side of the field, stuck in a stance, his fists held inches below his face. “What kind of dragon just punches a mare? There's no winning in this!”

Rainbow only rolled her eyes. “Aw crud. Here we go again.”

“If I beat you, then that means I beat a mare, and everypony will hate me for it.” Spike's fists dropped to his sides, unfurled. “And if you beat me, then that means I got beat by a mare, and ponies will wonder if I'm much of a dragon to begin with.”

Rainbow tucked her lips in.

“No matter what happens here, I lose!”

“Right. You lose because you're focusing on what everypony else will be thinking.” Rainbow Dash then shook her head and then pointed a foreleg at him. “How about focusing on what's going on now? And looking at me like, y'know, as an opponent instead of a mare.”

Spike winced at the comment. “Alright. You got me there. That one's my bad.” He put his fists back up again. He still struggled to stare at her like he would a foe, though as an attractive friend, the staring came easily. “You ready?”

“Been waiting for ya for the last five minutes!” Rainbow Dash broke into a sprint forward, her forelegs hitting the ground running. Her mane blew back while her wings flared slightly, boosting her speed with minuscule blasts. “Don't think you'll only be fighting monsters on your quests! Us ponies can be quite the trick when we want to be.”

Spike watched her movements. She'd run left and right, strafing, and leaping between spots. Exhaling a deep breath, he closed his eyes, losing sight of his foe, his friend, and focused only on the danger about to attack him.

When he opened his eyes, he felt the sudden breeze waft over his chest. From his left, the mare grinned, leaping into the air and to the right. With opposite flaps of Rainbow's wings, she twirled in the air. “Hope you're ready for a face full of hoof, hero!”

With an arm already cocked she shot it directly at his face—only for his forearms to raise and block her attack. Flinching, she gave a final flap of her wings that allowed her to spin in the air. Leaning back, she prepared her last strike.

“Quick on the reflex, but can you handle total strength!” Rainbow's body turned to the left in the air, both of her hind legs coming together. At once, he raised his left wrist to block the attack—both of her legs smacking into it. The raw impact of her combined motion threw his arm back, and for him to take a step doing the same—leaving his front open. “Break down the walls until you get inside!”

Rainbow landed on the ground, that was, only to hop back into the air. She jumped forward and at him, cocking back her left foreleg. Her wing fully unfurled behind her, flapping subtly to keep the rest of her body afloat. “And then wear 'em down with a flurry of attack!”

Rainbow Dash's hoof slammed into the dragon's chest, sending him back another step, all while her left foreleg went back, her right foreleg shot forward. Again and again, her punches echoed into the open air—along with the gasps of the dragon she was attacking.

“What's the matter, Spike? Can't take on a mare after all?!” Rainbow laughed as she flapped her wings hard. It sent her body curling up in a barrel roll, her legs pressed tightly together, ready to land a devastating final kick to his exposed chest. “If you're dazed, you may not know what's about to happen next.”

She completed her roll and came flying down at him with full velocity.

“But once you wake up from your knock out—“ her legs flew into the reach of his arms “—I'll be sure to tell you the whole story!”

Rainbow Dash had been flying so quick, her mind so hot, that the world had become like a blur to her. She didn't sweat it. The dragon had been knocked enough that she didn't need to sweat her final attack. Having gone full force, it would be the reason why she finally won a spar between them—a real one, at least.

But for the same reason that she was to one, as it turned out, was the same reason why she was set to lose.

Rainbow Dash barely had a chance to gasp when the dragon immediately stepped out of the way. She hadn't seen it from her loop, but sometime during it, he had stopped leaning back. Tall and straight, he saw her set course—and used it against her.

The moment she was supposed to strike his chest, he no longer stood in the way, his body coming up along the side of her. Both of this claws reached out and gripped around the barrel of each of her legs. With a tight squeeze, he turned with her moment, whirling her around while he kept fixated in place.

“Ack! T-Totally. Not. Nice!” Rainbow tried to beat her wings, and could barely make out the now blurry dragon's smile. One flap of her wings, and he turned her body at once. The push of wind twirled her body in place. “N-Not gooood!”

POW!

Rainbow Dash tumbled through as her wings fumbled together, unable to right themselves, the turning world rendering her eyes blurry and her mind hazy. She had no choice but to get close to them, to brunt the impact of the ground crashing into her circle.

The grass was soft, but everything underneath it was not.

She rolled, and she turned. Her forelegs beat around the ground, hoping to hold for something, but finding nothing but the dirt that collected in her blue furs. Even when she stopped, her body still felt like it was moving... and her stomach felt like hurling.

The dragon! Don't forget the dragon! He tricked you! Rainbow Dash heard the footsteps behind her, drawing close. In a second, he'd be over her, and in that second, it would be game over. I am SO not losing. Not when he's finally playing for real!

Rainbow Dash turned onto her back. Her forelegs pressed over her head and against the ground. She went to kick up, but the shadow of the dragon washed over her, its non-existent weight enough to frighten her into place.

What are you g-gettin' all frozen up for!?

Rainbow Dash went to kick up—though it didn't matter. The dragon's long frame came down on her at once. She tried lifting her hind legs only for him to pin them down with his bottom. His knees fell on the bottom of her wings, forcing them into stillness.

Not good! Not good! Rainbow Dash still had her forelegs over her head, and they were still free of the dragon hovering over her. That's it! He's so focused pinning me down that, BAM, he won't even see the one-two striking each of his cheeks back.

Spike hovered over her small blue body, ready to finish the fight when, with an arched brow, he stared down at the muzzle of the pegasus. Her forelegs were punching the air—their reach not only far away from his face, but inches from his belly and chest.

“Oh, c'mon!” Rainbow Dash cried as she punched the air. Even that was a battle she couldn't win. “You've got to be kidding me! Totally not fair! Our size differences had this match rigged from the start.” She turned her head onto the grass, letting her silky rainbow mane cover her right eye. “Bring yourself closer! I'll knock the breath right outta yeah.”

Spike only smirked down at her, the frame of his body, even if not quite bulky, was enough to block the sunlight. He towered over her, his bottom pinning her own to the ground, with all her other limbs held in submission. “And just why should I do that?”

“Because that would be the fair thing to do!” Rainbow cried. “It would be the heroic thing to do!”

But Spike shook his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth, some of his exposed fangs glinting in the sunlight. They always made Rainbow's heart beat a bit faster. Clean. Dangerous. White. Something about them was divine to her.

“Please!” he went on. “I've already spent this fight whirling around and then pinning down a mare. There's nothing heroic about that. And doing anything heroic now won't save me from that.” He then grinned. “Sorry Rainbow, but no sense in me playing the hero now.”

“So you won't play fair?”

“I won't,” Spike replied. “So, do you give up?”

“...how about I make you a little deal?”

Spike arched an eyebrow. “I'm listening.”

“You bring that long and tight muzzle of yours down here—“ Rainbow's blue cheeks tinted red, her body warming up underneath him “—and I'll let you have at my lips for as long as you like. Do we have a deal?”

“You'll kiss me?” Spike said with suspicion covering the edges of his tone. “The dork that you refuse to lead on in public in fear of what everypony else will think. The same dork you won't let carry around his gear, because you think other ponies will find us weird?”

“The dorky hero! That's a nickname that's going to stick.” Rainbow then licked her lips, the tip of tongue poking out. It called to him, the small little thing, retreating inside her mew with the promise of future games. “So how about it? When else are you gonna score a kiss that easy with awesomeness itself?”

Spike stared at her for a few more seconds, the buzz of the sun loud all around them, all while the breeze cooled them down. The heat of their bodies hadn't come from the afternoon's warmth, however. Each of their internal burnings was caused by the other, and it was only them that could stop the starting flames.

Or encourage them.

It was hard for him to not go for it. Feeling Rainbow's small body tucked in-between his legs, the softness of her fur brushing against his thighs, all while her shallow breaths from her chest rose against him.

Rainbow was cute, vulnerable, and somehow, that made her dangerous. The bright streaks of rainbow mane that covered her right eye, leaving only some of her left exposed, the glow of her gaze all that he can see.

Her blue cheeks flushed with pink, her chest heaving, the tuft of fluff brushing up against his scales, filling his senses with her. Everything about having this mare pinned below him, her lips waiting for him—his mind eased with worries and gained with wanting.

Alright... he looks hooked on you girl. Rainbow rubbed the back of her head against the grass, enjoying how it brushed against her mane. The sexy little pegasus caught underneath him. I must look rich right now! Rainbow enjoyed how pinned and cute she felt, her body curled into itself like it was.

Though... he's not such a bad sight on the eyes himself.

Her left eye fluttered from underneath her mane. From what she could see through her prismatic strands, the dragon's body towered over her; her sides tucked in by his thighs. His muzzle was so far above, but leaning down. It was sharp and handsome. The soft glow of his green eyes was intense on her heartbeat without trying to be.

“You said I could take a kiss?” Spike lowered his muzzle closer to hers, his coming body blocking out the sunlight. It was only him. And the hard scales on his broad chest. And the muscles that rippled on his abdomen. “Just like that? You would give it away to a dragon?”

“Just giving it away? Ha! Don't make me sound so cheap.” Rainbow felt the twitch in her legs, the flick of her tail, and the pricking of her heart. Her cheeks were red, and she almost felt like she was dead. “After that bout? It's something you've earned?”

“Something I earned?” Spike's muzzle pressed down against hers, their snouts touching, their breaths matching. “I-If that's the case... then I guess I'll take my reward.”

Oh please! Please please take it! Rainbow's tongue flicked over her own lips. They felt suddenly small to her. Too soft and not enough plushness to them. But before she could think to say anything, a squeal then escaped them—out from her mouth and right into his. Oh my! He's... nngnnh... t-too good for a first-timer!

But Rainbow wasn't complaining. Even her plan for a sneak attack was fading away. Their lips meshed together, sliding off the other, before sliding forward to feel each other again. Her lips were soft and small and covered in fur that brushed in the minuscule gaps between the scales on Spike's lips.

The more they kissed, the warmer their bodies became Rainbow, it was like stroking flames from deep within her belly. The heat pressed out from the inside of her skin, causing it to heat up. Every inch of her, even her fur itself, became sensitive to the sporadic breeze.

She wiggled more underneath him. Energy coursed through her body without an outlet, brought along by their kiss, and like always, she needed a way to get rid of it. Seconds later, the heat and pressure against her lips pulled away, leaving them gasping.

The dragon's muzzle inched away. “Is it... okay if I go for another?”

Rainbow met his question by leaning up, retaking his lips. Once more, they kissed. Their lips smacked against each other while her lower body rubbed against him. He whimpered, then moaned, and then took one of his claws off her.

And placed it on her chest.

Spike pushed her down onto the grass fully, and when she rolled in place, he held her down tighter. With his lips still locked against her's, his claw explored around her chest, brushing up her trimmed, blue fur, and exciting the delicate skin underneath.

Any other guy feeling my chest like this, Spike, and they'd be bucked to the clouds above. Rainbow lifted her free hoof, knowing she could easily knock him out in his passionate state, but rather, set it on his chest. The fire beneath the scales warmed her hoof to the touch—and the muscles there also gave her a reason to go feeling around. But you're not any other guy, are you, pal?

The two continued touching each other while they made out. At some point, their lips opened, and their tongues met. The excitement inside their mouths stirred one between their legs as well. Rainbow didn't know when her crotch felt hotter than the rest of her body, or why her flanks on the ground felt like they were burning the grass.

“Mmhmm!” Spike broke away from the kiss but kept his muzzle pressed against hers. “You're a really sexy mare, Rainbow Dash. Like crazy hot.” The claw feelings around her chest then came to the right, falling down and following along the curves of her side. “You're so small, and yet, I can't feel enough of you!”

Rainbow's head fell right as her mane covered her face. Flicking her snout up, she chuckled. “Same problem here, buddy.” She then coughed and raised her head. “So how about we kick this up a notch?”

Spike cleared his throat and turned his head slightly away. “And uh, what did you—“

“How slick do you think you are, hero? In case you haven't noticed; your cock has been poking into my belly for the last little while.” With her raised head, she glanced down her body, giggling at the sight. “Or I suppose two.” She flicked her eyes up at him. “Been a while since we've gone at it like this. Ha! Can't believe I almost forgot something like that.”

Spike, for his part, wasn't sure what to do. Having the softness of her barrel rub against his crotch, to the heat of her body against his, then to their kiss and joint searching limbs. His scales were gleaming from his sweat, and most of the head of his body welled to within his cocks.

“Go on then.” Rainbow grinned. “Grind on me! I won't give you any trouble for it.”

Spike had a hard time believing his ears, but the mare below him was serious, and the levels his arousal were reaching were quite dangerous as well. With a nod, he rose onto his knees, freeing Rainbow, but still keeping her underneath him.

And then, with a gulp, he lowered his cocks onto her belly. Rainbow threw her head back and winced for a second, the heat of his erections burning into her second. But after that, she moaned, biting her lip and closing one of her eyes.

“W-Well? What are you waiting for, stud?” Rainbow grinned at him with a tense expression. “Never got to grind your cocks on a girl's belly before? So what! Now's your chance to do it with a gal like me.”

Spike nodded his head as he lowered the rest of his body. The weight of his heads sunk into the softness of her blue underbelly, the blue pudginess there rising over his members, comforting him with their softness. The strokes of her blue fur were enough to fan some of his heat.

But it wouldn't be enough.

With a claw pressing down on the ground on either side of her head, Spike rocked his hips back and forth, pushing his cocks from her belly to her chest, letting the softness of her body pleasure him.

And he started to pick up speed. The feeling of fucking a field of fur and fluff felt cracked at the aching within his cocks. Harder and bigger and sharper. His fangs bit down on his lips as he rocked his cock along the underside of her barrel—but by the loss of his moans and the gain of his whimpers, it wasn't enough to satisfy the dragon.

“You poor thing! You're rocking yourself so hard against my perfect body, but it's not doing much for you, is it?” Rainbow Dash sat up from the ground, fighting into some of his weight while she did so. “Don't tell me you forgot about this already! Everything awesome about me is inside of me, hero!”

And with that, her blue wing unfurled from her side, stretching toward his right member. She took tight hold of it, feeling his length throb against her feathers. She brought it up, causing Spike to lean back, then shuffle closer on his knees when she directed his cock toward her muzzle.

“But we've gotta get you lubricated before that, don't we?” Rainbow Dash loved taking control of the situation as much as she loved being pinned down. Holding his shivering member in her wing, coaxing it closer to her lips, she licked them—and them him. “Let's see if you taste as good as you look, hero!”

Spike wasn't sure what to expect, seeing the mare hold his cock in her wing. For a moment, he doubted it wasn't going to happen—his head shot back, and a moan roared out from his throat, doubt now cleared.

He felt her. He felt the tightness of her lips locked around the head of his cock. He felt her tongue flicking against his tip, licking at his pre—and encouraging for more to come. Slowly, she slid down his member, fitting more of him inside of her.

That was until he touched against the back of her throat.

Rainbow Dash gagged, attempted to cough, coming muffled around his thickness, then recoiled. She crawled back and off of him—the bridge of saliva continuing his lips only to the quarter point of his dick.

“R-Rainbow!” Spike sat back on his knees at once, gazing at her with concern. “Are you okay? Did I do anything?”

N-No! Rainbow thought to herself, panting, and self-loathing. You did nothing, and I still gagged on you! Did he get big since the last time? Couldn't be! What could have changed about Spike that I suddenly can't take on the big bugger?

That last thought, after a second, made Rainbow shake her head. Nah! No Way! I can still do this!

“Rainbow? Are you—“

“What are you waiting for, stud?” Rainbow Dash laid down on her side, letting her flanks stack one on top of the either, all while her tail flicked away. Her tight blue pussy winked at being exposed, the nub of her clit exposed to the winds. “I'm already wet down there as is... unless you're afraid of going in more dry than usual.”

Spike looked down her body, at the curves of her sides and the mass of her ass. With a gulp, he nodded, raising a claw and laying it on her flank. She closed her eyes and squealing at feeling his sharp fingers take hold of her ass, his contours pressing into her flesh.

It looks like he bought it! Rainbow Dash felt the rest of his body come down over her, nearly like a heavy blanket. Between her cheeks, she could feel the heat radiating off his cock near her pussy. Though... it's going to be harder taking him in this time. But you can't lose! You're the best at taking cock—and that goes for double for dragons!

...

That goes...

...double...

...for dragons.

Rainbow shivered. She felt the shadow of his head pass over her own. His chin came to rest on the top of her head, all while he readied himself below. A sideways fuck in the open? Been a while since we've done that.

Rainbow then turned her head to stare into the eyes of the dragon. Nodding her head, she lifted her muzzle, bringing her lips to his. “Hey, Spike? You mind if we only do one?” She coughed. “I sorta, wanna, t-try something new here.”

Spike only groaned in response—and Rainbow Dash knew why. Closing her eyes, she could feel his other massive length pressing against her pucker. The fuzzy edges of it flicked up at his heat. But taking both of his thick cocks in both of her tight holes would be a challenge.

This isn't quitting... it's just... trying somethin' new!

“I mean,” Spike began, “if that's what you want.” She felt his cock come to rest on her dock instead, where it would rest there, teasing her skin with its heat. “Was there, um, anything else you needed me to do before—“

“No!” Rainbow Dash gasped the second the word left her. “I-I mean, besides sticking it in me already, dorky hero!” She laughed in a way beyond fake. “Ya saved the girl and all that. Aren't you going to take your reward already?”

Spike coughed. “R-Right.”

Talk about a way to kill a climaaaaaax!

Rainbow Dash moaned the second his tip met her lips. He didn't shove himself in right away, but instead, let it rub in a circular motion around her folds. He teased her. He inched inside of her, slowly, making the emptiness deep within her core feel at his thickness. He teased her at the prospect of having her bare pussy filled by his breadth, and the opportunity made her cunt clench, desiring that reality desperately.

“W-What in the hay are you waiting for, Spike? I've already got myself ready for you!” Rainbow Dash glared up at his distant face, feeling her mane fall over her eyes. “Did you forget from the last times how to stick it in? Trust me! It ain't hard!”

Spike smiled. “I'm afraid it's nothing like that, Rainbow.”

Rainbow went to reply, that was until something brushed against the top of her head. Before she could look up, she felt his lips blow a warm breath into her ear—causing them both to perk up at once. Before she could scream at him, his fangs nipped lightly at the edges of her ear, sending a tingle of pleasure coursing from that exact spot.

And then the claw at her ass squeezed as tightly as he could, filling his palm with the softness of her flank, digging the contours harder against her skin. The feeling of her butt being squeezed, all while his chest hovered over her back, and his long, muscular arm was erect just next to her head—all the feelings and sensation drove splurt of marecum to come gushing out of her winking cunt.

W-When the hell did he get so good at this! Rainbow Dash almost felt like a dog when her leg started thumping against the grass, her bottom wiggling against his still cock, desperate to drive even an inch of him deeper into her. I-It's no longer that I-I'm too good for him... n-now he's too good for me! I can't—

“NNNNGNHHAHAAAA!” Rainbow cried and writhed and shouted at her demise as the thick and heavy cock of the dragon beat into her cunt, working slowly into her pussy, all while her walls clamped their hardest around his girth—and that wasn't enough to stop or even slow his entry. “W-W-WHERE THE HAY DID YOU GET SO GOOOOOOOD NNGNGHHAAA!”

Spike couldn't help but grin as he worked half of his member into the mare, though really, the aching in his cock subsided. The tightness of girl, the way how someone like Rainbow rolled and screamed for him—it got him off.

But it didn't get him off enough.

So Spike pulled out.

“NNNNGSH WHUU?” Rainbow Dash, drowsily, looked over the side of her body to see his penis pulling away. At once, she shook her head. “N-No you don't! Get... nnnghh... get that cock back here!” She didn't know where she got the strength, but Rainbow quickly flipped onto her back, planting her hind hooves onto his belly. “Or rather... I will!”

Rainbow knocked him back through her hooves, though he moved far more comfortable than he should have, though her lust filled mind was in no state for caring. The dragon's body long body crashing into the ground, lying on his back, with both of his cocks still erect at his crotch.

And the mare wasted no time in walking between his legs, then planting her hooves on his crotch, lifting herself onto his stomach. Standing tall on him, she gazed down at his face against the grass, at his turned head, at the one squinted eye glowing back at her—the clam glow still about it.

Everything still felt to easy to her, but Rainbow didn't care. “What's the matter, hero? Thought you could tease the best and get away with it?” She back her hindlegs onto his crotch, hovering her hindquarters over the spot. Below, one of his cocks was straight and erect, pointing up at the lips of her blue pussy. “Sorry pal, but this girl's taking charge!”

The pleasure came instantly.

Rainbow's hind legs buckled as her ass came crashing down on his twin members. She felt one of his cocks brush through the strands of her tail; the other shot straight into her needy cunt. At once, she clenched around him. She absolutely loved the feelings of her flanks flattening over his crotch.

“Aaaaaah!” Rainbow's head fell back, and her tongue rolled out. Half-baked laughs dripped from her lips. “Nnnngh! Oh yeah, buddy. Now this is exactly what I signed up for!” She rocked herself forward and back, feeling his cock pressed back and forth against her walls, gravitating so she could have his hardness roll around inside of her.

“L-Let's hope that.... mmhmm... you don't...” Rainbow rocked her head forward, feeling her mane drop over her muzzle. Gazing at the dragon, he lifted himself on his elbows, watching her as she rode his cock. “...don't b-b-bloooooow!”

Rainbow lost it. She didn't know why it happened, or how her body got to feel so hot, or why her pussy burned to have more of him. Every shift of his smooth hardness pressed a button that twisted the warmth in her belly.

Leaning forward, she laid her forehooves on his belly, feeling the abs underneath his scales clench at her touch. Their hardness felt rubbed the underside of her hooves in a way that made her press down even harder—she just wanted to throw her softness at every inch of his hardness, the feeling and sensation it evoked almost better than flying itself.

“Ngnngh... r-ready for the end game, hero?” Rainbow Dash lifted her rump to the tip of his cock, letting it probe her entrance. Glancing at him from under her mane, only one her eyes were open, and it was glowing. “Let's see who's in control here! First to finish... loses!”

And then Rainbow Dash brought her flanks down on his crotch, feeling her pussy struggle to accommodate all size, delighting at how he was stretching her walls outward. Both of her furry mounds squeezed near the base of his dick—he was all the way in, and even then, not all of him was inside of her.

C-Crud! He's... gotten b-b-bigger?! Rainbow shook her head and redoubled her efforts. Raising her rump, she quickly slammed it back down, filling her tunnel with his cock, uncontrollably moaning as his head smacked into the back of her pussy. The little twerp! He's been a little too big for me this whole time? And not only that but check out his face!

Rainbow Dash kept furiously humping his cock as it filled the emptiness she felt in her underbelly. Her eyes shut on their own from the overriding pleasure, and she had to struggle to open them for even a few seconds. And when she gazed at him, all she saw was his calm expression, his tame, burning eyes, and the small smile that occupied the side of his face.

Wait a sec... he's been the one teasing ME this whole time! Rainbow tried to stop her humping, but only found herself fucking his cock faster. I'm the one that kicked him down. I'm the one riding his cock right now. And the worst part is...

Rainbow Dash closed her eyes as the welling in her pussy could no longer be ignored. With a final drop of her athletic ass, his cock struggled to even pass in-between her folds—her tight little hole opening even wider to accept him. He spread her harder than any stallion before, and she sat down fully on him, her legs sliding apart while she pushed further down on his length.

“Nnngggghhhhaa!” Rainbow Dash threw her head back with the cutest squeal heard as an echo by the world. Her whole body tensed up, shivering before everything about her spasm free—the feeling in her pussy wasn't expanding, but she was too dazed to care, feeling her gushing juices coat his throbbing meat. “Oooooh yeeeeah. That's the stuff!”

Rainbow Dash leaned back, expecting for the cock inside her to keep her straight, but yet, she fell backward. His cock slid right out from her blue pussy, and she crashed on her back against the grass, right between his legs.

Wait... did his cock just come straight out of me? With her head still on the side, she slowly pushed her upper-body off the ground. Gazing over at the dragon, she gulped at the sight, at seeing both of his cocks—tall and hard—and no signs of them being anywhere close to orgasming. N-No way! Not only did I finish first... but I STILL can't even get a dork like SPIKE OFF? D-Damn it! I’m still cumming too fast!

Rainbow Dash groaned and looked past his cocks. Spike had sat up slightly and leaned on his left arm, looking down at her with a smirk.

“Is that all you got?” Spike asked while licking his lips. “Maybe it’s time you considered my offer, you know? You’re going to keep cumming before I do if you keep going straight onto my cock.” He sighed. “Why not just get me close to cumming before we fuck, that way, we can finally fi—”

“No! Don’t!” Rainbow Dash did her best to sit up, shaking her wobbly head while she did so. “I’m not going to cheat no matter what! I will fuck you, fair and square, and ain’t anything you can do about it!”

Spike raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure you can even handle another round?”

“You k-kidding?! I can still… still… Nenagh… k-keep going!” Rainbow rose onto her shaky legs, almost nearly unable to stand, but with a final shake of her head, she then felt her mind re-enter the game. “Take me once more, dragon hero!”

The mare with the rainbow mane shouted the words like they were a battle cry. Charging forward, she leaped at the dragon again, her forehooves crashing into his chest, slamming his body back into the grass.

With him pinned once more, she smiled, backing her rump back to his cocks. She went as far as to flick her tail out of the way, feeling the aching in her pussy starting to quell. She was reaching her limits… but Rainbow Dash was also the kind of mare to break past them!

And then, as she positioned herself over his genitals again, the voices, the memories, and the feelings that caused this challenge billowed their way to the forefront of her mind, reminding the mare of exactly why she bore the passion of having Spike finish inside her tight little pussy.

Rainbow Dash wasn't the kind of mare to get fussed over small details. Even big issues, once she got bored with them, lost any importance to her. All that mattered about a situation was first how it affected her friends, and then second, how it affected her.

So when she spent a late night flying through the air, spotting the dragon disappearing into the Everfree, Rainbow Dash was curious. When she then snuck in after him, only to see the dragon with one of the girls worst villains? She was furious.

...for a total of ten seconds.

The same amount of time it took for Spike's cocks to come out from their hiding place. Rainbow Dash watched the couple fuck, the queen bent over a rock, raising her rump to the dragon's cocks as she then took them both.

Once that happened, there was a little issue in Rainbow sticking a foreleg down between her legs, touching her tight little pussy. She teased herself, rubbing up and down her slit, her wetness leaking down her legs. Even when she flicked her clit, and came with an arched back—the two hadn't yet finished round one.

And that's when the competition began.

“You are... surely the most strange of Equestria's heroes.” Chrysalis was lying on her back and over the rock when it happened. With her tongue slightly out while she breathed, she gazed curiously down at the little mare. “You find your newest hero fucking me... and your first thought is to make a challenge over it?”

“Why should I care? You're not causing any trouble for anyone in here, are you?” Rainbow Dash hovered into the air. She crossed her forelegs. “But fucking our dragon? That's something I take personally because there's something I can do about it!”

Spike stepped to the side of Rainbow while holding up his claws. “C-Careful when you say stuff like that, Rainbow! It's almost making it sound like—“

“That I wanna take a trip on your double dicks? What girl wouldn't!?” Rainbow Dash beat a hoof against her fluffy chest. “But I'm the best girl around when it comes to havin' sex!” She grinned. “I'm also gonna make you cum ten times faster than what she can do.”

Chrysalis softly glowing eyes flicked on her, not out of anger, but rather, out of amusement. “Is that so? You think a mare can beat a changeling in such a deed?” She flicked her head aside, feeling her thin mane streak over her face. “You mares are so admirable in how naive you are sometimes.”

Rainbow flew over to her. She pressed her hoof into the changeling's hard chest, sticking her muzzle into Chrysalis's. “You trying to say my mouth is cashing bits that my actions can't match? I'm able to do a sonic rainboom. I'll have you know.”

Chrysalis grinned. “So what? You come fast then?”

“You bet I—“ Rainbow slammed her mouth shut “—muafaha!”

“You were saying?”

Rainbow dropped the hoof from her lips. “That was a trick question!”

“It was.” Now it was Chrysalis turn to cross her forelegs over her chest. “Now what kind of answer will you give? You mares are always talking about how great you all are through words—but that hero over there? He's a dragon.” She tilted back her head, looking down at the pegasus. “Even I struggle to keep him satisfied sometimes, and I'm twice your size and height!”

Spike, who had been standing a few feet from the scene, let his claws drop. “Why are you two making it sound like I'm some sort kind of sex fiend.” After a second of reflection, his eyes then narrowed. “I'm... not too hard to please sexually, am I?”

Chrysalis only glanced at him. “We're talking here, hero. And yes. You can ask my sore pussy and aching limbs about how easy it is to please you.” Seeing her comment made him wince, she then playfully rolled her eyes. “You're a dragon, kiddo. And you're getting stronger and bigger and better by the day. It shouldn’t be surprising that you need a big and enduring girl to take you on.”

She then looked wickedly down at Rainbow. “Isn't the right?”

“You kidding?” Rainbow Dash looked over at the dragon, not realizing that, this whole time, she'd been standing in his shadow. She had to crane her head back a little to even look up into his eyes. And his wide, thick frame, still somewhat agile, though very pleasing to the eye, only made the poor girl realize how much of a challenge she'd agree to. “Spike may be a big dragon, sure... but he's still Spike! I've heard him finish to the idea of Rarity taking a shower when he was younger.”

“I totally did not—“ Spike held up a claw with a digit raise, but after a second, the digit dropped “—okay that's a lie. Something about mares getting wet gets me off for some reason.” He quickly waved his claws. “Not that I'm a peeper or anything! I'm a, y-you know, hero and stuff.” He scratched at his throat. “No hero would do a thing like that.”

Rainbow and Chrysalis, despite their differences, glanced at each other. Together, they rolled their eyes at him. The blue mare was first to speak: “I take it he goes back to being a dork right after you're done banging.”

Chrysalis gave her a proper nod. “Sometimes it's adorable after how rough he can be; sometimes I try to strangle him in his sleep.”

Spike stopped scratching at his throat, and instead, had a few digits touching around his scales for any possible lingering marks.

“W-Well, whatever the case may be, Spike's a guy like any other!” Rainbow Dash tucked in her wings as her hooves touched down on the stone. Trotting over to the towering dragon, his shadow became thicker and colder over her, and yet, she trekked on. “You think you're great at sex? That you can just bang our dragon like it's nothing?”

Rainbow Dash glanced at the bug from over her shoulder, flicking aside her tail at the same time, revealing the blue fuzz that covered her soft pussy. Already, her folks were tinted red with pleasure, yearning to be cooled and pressed against. “You've just yet to see awesomeness itself at work! You may wanna take some notes on what ya see—though you'll never be able to match a gal like me.”

Her wing then slapped her right flanks, smiling as the soft flesh jiggled. Each bounce was soft and tantalizing, the ripples across the blue cheek enough for even Chrysalis to narrow her eyes on the sight. “You don't become a Wonderbolt without sculpting one heck of an ass first! I mean, there's a reason why we all wear skin-tight flight suits, ya know.”

Rainbow found at an early age that, if she could talk or do something for long enough, she could sway anyone, and do nearly anything. In the ramblings of her own words, she found courage and sexiness, both able to fuel her will and flame her loins.

So when she walked to the dragon, coming only up to his hip in height, all she felt was genuine confidence in her chest. More often than not, she had to rely on things about her herself, instead than herself, to feel that kind of feeling.

And she did not plan to waste it.

“Um, R-Rainbow?” Spike took a step back from the approaching mare, his claws held back up. “I know you're a fan of doing rash and fun things, but maybe you want to take a second to think about this? We're just friends. We wouldn't want to ruin your reputation with a rumor of you sleeping with some dragon!”

Rainbow fluttered her wings and raised into the air. Hovering over to his claws, she laid a hoof on each, slowly lowering them. With them down, she brought her face close, her cute expression raising pink in his purple cheeks.

“Sorry to break it to you, Spike.” Rainbow smiled. “But you're not just some dragon anymore. You're a hero.” She glanced down his body, appreciating the raw muscles beneath his scales, all of which shifted from her gaze. “And a good looking one at that.”

Rainbow didn't know she had been licking her lips, that was, until the fur covering them were covered in her spit. She then lowered her head, letting her mane cover her eyes. “But maybe I'm not a good enough mare for you, then? That queen over there was right?”

“What? Heck no! Your mane and your barrel and your flanks are perfect—I mean you've got a winning smile and addictive personality any day!” Spike tucked his lips inward, bit down on them, and then gulped. “ Just don't think I could see you as a-a-anything beyond a friend... is all.”

“That so?” Rainbow gave a short laugh, one that she blew warmly over his snout. “Don't worry about that, superstar. I wasn't looking for a dragon to take home.” She flew closer until their snouts were touching, and their lips were only an inch away. “Just one to take to bed once or twice. Benefits, you dig?”

Spike did his best to not shiver to death by the sheer proximity of having a mare like Rainbow Dashing hitting on him, and not only that, but wanting to kiss and fuck him. She was so small, so sexy, and so fucking hot that rejecting her might grant a chance of having even a moment with her athletic and slim build.

“Can I... even do something like that?” Spike struggled to speak when the fur of her lips brushed against the scales of his own. “It just doesn't feel right. Even doing this in front of Chrysalis has me—“

“Your decisions are your own, dragon!” Chrysalis leaned back against the rock with a smug expression. “Don't use me as an excuse for your insecurities.”

Spike glanced from her to back at Rainbow. Both of her pink eyes glowed in the cave, their energy, their sheer passion to just fuck him evoked tingles within his core. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her lips, grab her ass, and fuck her tight and cute little pussy.

“You've always gotten your mind from Twilight.” Rainbow wrapped her forelegs over his neck, lowering herself with her wings, all so she could press some of her chest against his. He looked down so they could keep their snouts together. “But how your body reacts? That's how we get to know how Spikey truly feels.”

And then Rainbow Dash pushed her lips forward with a giggle.

Spike felt his eyes go wide, wavering, all while the softness of her lips enveloped his own. Softer than any pillow and covered with the perfect amount of plushness, they asked, no, begged to be pressed and meshed against.

And the dragon, with his claws raised, both of them shaking in the air, trembled in place. A decision had to be made. A choice that would not only change everything, but reveal more of the dragon beneath the scales—the greedy beast desiring only one thing:

More.

Spike laid his claws on the sides of her barrel, feeling the coat of her fuzz brush over his scales, the squishiness beneath filling into his palms. He felt her body shiver from his touch; he felt how she swayed in the air, causing his claws to slide along her quick curves.

“Mmmhmm.” Spike pressed his muzzle forward and deepened their kiss. As his claws searched further down her body, the small gusts of wind, created by her slowly flapping wings, drifted down gaps between his digits. “ I... nnnghmm... like...”

Spike found it impossible to break for anything longer than a second, and even then, his words were cut off by the mare dashing into his chest. Her wings gave a final, heavy flap, granting her hooves the strength to push down on the dragon's chest.

He reached out at once and grabbed hold of the first thing he felt. While his legs buckled, his claws danced over to Rainbow's flanks, pressing down on the mass of her ass. He grabbed each cheek upon falling on his rump, the soft flesh of her butt gushing out in the gaps between his digits.

“And it looks like we have our answer!” Rainbow Dash giggled while a clever idea brightened her mind. Letting a small moan slip past her lips at the feeling of his claws groping her ass, Rainbow Dash then grinned, letting her wings cease their fluttering. “Hope you've got those claws open wide, dragon boy!”

Gravity gripped the blue mare's body and pulled her to the ground. The rest of her tush pressed down and filled out into the dragon's claws. Her whole rump sat on his palms, all while he struggled to hold her up—feeling the weight of her body leaning toward his chest.

“Holding girls up by their asses now, hey Spike?” Rainbow laughed as she tilted into him, throwing her forelegs around his neck while the rest of her body rested along his arms. “You're certainly a new kind of hero now, aren't you?”

Spike held the mare awkwardly, and with a sigh, lowered his arms and set the mare on the ground. “I'm still trying to figure it all out, alright?” He nodded his head to the left. “After meeting former queen there, the whole 'usual and good hero' reputation went straight out the window.”

“The usual and the cliche are boring!” Chrysalis cackled. “Be glad that a girl like me brought some originality into your life.”

“That's one way of looking at it.”

“You say something?”

“Nothing, lover!”

He then felt two hooves touch down on his thighs, making his legs tremble, and his gaze turned to the source. Rainbow Dash had both of her forelegs on his legs, all the while, with her head held, just below his...

“How about you focus on your present lover, dirty hero!”

“I, b-but, I didn't mean to—“ Spike uttered out useless words, all the while, his pride—or prides —became hardened into the air out from his crotch. For a second, he debated covering them with his claws. It's something he would have done without a question before, but now, after so much... private time with Chrysalis, he became less shameful about having his pride and glory out. “You... you're the dirty mare, you know that?”

Rainbow Dash responded by lowering her head to the base between his two cocks, glancing up at his head, both high above. “You kidding? I'll only be as dirty as both of your cocks make me, Spike.” She smiled. “I'd always heard about dragons having two, but to see them...”

“And don't forget to please them.” Chrysalis turned around and came up on the rock, curling herself into a spot atop it. Glanced over, she snaked a foreleg between her legs—just in case excitement struck. Which she very much doubt. “Most of my waking hours are spend admiring his morning wood—but that's something any other girl can do easily.”

She then laughed. “You're the one who got Spike going, Miss Confidence.” She let her eyes flutter over her glowing eyes, which were made brighter by the dimness of the cave. “Now tell me. Are you the kind of character to not finish what they start?”

Rainbow didn't even glance over. “You haven't even seen me start.”

While this was happening, the dragon was having a hard time seeing the two girls looking at him, one from afar and one from between his legs. With a raised eye, Rainbow Dash brought her muzzle to the underside of his right cock—while her left hoof touched down on his left member.

I wonder how all of this must look to him! Rainbow Dash had half of her face covered by his cock, dragging her tongue as high as she could. Her left hoofed flicked up and down in the same motion. Seeing THE Rainbow Dash work someone like HIM like this is probably—

“If you keep doing that,” Chrysalis voice floated from over her shoulder, “he's going to go soft. Spike's not a rookie anymore.” A confident, prolonged laugh then followed. “At least, not after he's had some training with me.”

Rainbow Dash twitched. Raising her forelegs off his legs, she then slammed them down on his crotch, nearly making him shoot upward out of pain. For her sake, he kept still, watching as she lifted herself up and onto his belly.

“And all that training,” Rainbow began while turning around, “was to get him ready for the real deal!” Sticking her flanks right into his muzzle, Rainbow then focused on her own, bringing it down on his left dick. “What are you waiting for, Spike? Isn't the hero supposed to satisfy the girl? I ain't no princess, but my pussy is as real as it gets!” She nodded her head at the changeling, her mane flicking over her eyes while she did so. “At least, probably better than the stale thing that bug has between her legs.”

Chrysalis had no response, though her tongue did slither into the air, curling in front of her lips.

Now time to show these two how mares do it! Opening her mouth wide, Rainbow Dash brought her maw down and over his cock, feeling it push her lips apart. She hadn't even gone past his head before feeling her being pushed to new limits. W-Wh-Whoa! These hot sticks are BIGGER than they look. Can I even fit—who am I kidding? O-Of course I can!

Rainbow Dash stuffed more of his cock into her mouth. Her other hoof fought blindly through the air. It took a few swipes, but her hoof smacked lightly against his dick—wrapping around his girth, or as much as she could, at the first touch.

H-H-Hot! Rainbow Dash tried sliding more of his cock along her tongue, but couldn't even manage to get him to the back of her throat. The sweet and salty taste of his dick made her tongue salivate in the desire to take more of him, but with every lick over his ridges, the heat that radiated from his dick changed everything. I just wanna keep licking and sucking on his delicious dick, but... I can't keep my tongue against him for long without nearly burning myself!

And the worst hit—or perhaps the best—was the one taken from behind. Two claws clamped down on her supple flanks, but instead of pulling them apart, the dragon drove his snout into the crack off her ass.

W-W-Whoa! Rainbow felt her body tense up at the utter goodness wedging itself between her cheeks. She was already wet, so the dragon didn't even bother teasing her. The hungry beast within had been unsealed! Opening his mouth, his lips closed down over her clit, suckling on it. H-He's going straight for the end game? I... I gotta... step MY game up!

Rainbow tried stuffing his cock to the back of her throat, but the thickness of his dick nearly made her gag on the attempt. His girth already puffed out her cheek, sizzling into the spit within. Her tongue took swipes to collect more of his taste, but the dragon with the snout was already expressing any pleasure it invoked from her crotch snugged deep into her pussy.

O-Oh crud! I always knew I was a bit... small and... t-t-tight... but Spike is something else! The claws on her flanks pressed her cheeks closely together, the fat of her ass flattening all over his face, pushing his sharp and long snout even more past her folds. B-But's he's still just a dork! There's no way that a mare like ME has anything to worry about.

That confidence, brought on by her words, were not only slowly undone by her actions, but completely destroyed by his. The feeling of his long tongue poking along her wall, with his snout spreading apart her thick folds, to the lips that manipulated her clit in ways she never thought before.

Nnnngnh! Rainbow Dash lifted her head off his cock, and in the same movement, squeezed her flanks as tightly as possible. Clenching her ass on the dragon's head, she forced him deepened and harder into her bottom—spiking her pleasure straight into orgasms. What's... the harm... in losing round one!

Rainbow Dash felt her hooves tingle while the rest of her body tense. The itching within her pussy broke lose in a cascade of femcum welling from her walls. Clenching and tightening, her pussy and ass gripped the dragon's head, gushing nothing but cum into his waiting maw.

Just... nnghmm... see how he does with one taste of awesomeness! Even though she was expecting to turn her orgasm somehow into a victory, instead, the dragon's tongue lapped at her quivering walls, all while his open maw drank back everything she had to give. N-No way! Is he actually thirsty for me? I was expecting to leak all over his chest and down my legs! And now... there's not enough of my juices for him to be satisfied?

Rainbow wanted to pull away out of spite, but as the long and searching tongue within her cunt continued to lick, flick, and to make her walls slicker—the belts of rising pleasure caused her body to ignore her ego.

Finally, once the dragon had licked her dry, the mare fell. Her head landed before his cocks. Struggling to turn her muzzle, she started up at his big and hard cocks. After all that happened, they throbbed only once in the air—and that was only because they weren't getting any attention.

“Was that it?” Spike had been leaning forward using his core muscles this whole time. With the mare down, he placed his elbows against the ground, holding himself up that way. “Don't get me wrong, there's a different kind of sexiness about you, Rainbow, but that was—“

“J-Just the start!" “J-Just the start!” Rainbow rose as quickly as could. Her pussy felt stretched, and her folds ached. "Think that anything? No way! The show is just beginning."

Rainbow Dash tossed a sidelong grin at the changing. "Let's see if you've ever gone all out like this before!"

At those words, the small pegasus slipped her fuzzy forelegs around his back and over his tail, hugging him.

"Hey, Spike?" Rainbow's wings unfurled above and behind her. "This is the part where you get to hold my neck and grab my ass for a good reason."

Spike sat up as much he could. "And what reason is that?"

"This."

Spike wished he almost didn't ask.

Rainbow's wings gave a mighty flap against the air, the gust of wind sending the two hurdling up. While she felt his claws grab her neck and grope her ass, the feeling of her cheeks flattening into his palms delighting her, she also made it so that the head of his right cock poked into her slit.

Flap. Beat. Flap.

Rainbow loved it. She adored the way his arms clung to her. When they rose to beneath the ceiling of the cave, only then did her hooves lower down his body, feeling his chest leaned into her for support.

"How's this taking control of what happens between our legs?" Rainbow grinned as her hooves held him by his ass, his flanks tight and thick and supple. "I hope you're ready to party!"

Rainbow then used the flaps of her wings, and the sporadic rise and fall of their bodies, to slam her soft crotch, blue pussy, and thick flanks on the dragon's cocks.

"H-How does ya—" Rainbow felt her words cut short by her moans. She thought the dragon was holding on tightly to her because she was scared when really, it was the furthest thing from the truth. "WHOAH!"

Spike held her back and ass while his hips locked against her own. His thighs slipped between thick ones, and the girth of his cock was big enough for her softness to rub against his sides.

"W-What in the hay?! Nenagh! Oh, don't stop, Spike!" The dragon leaned forward, pressing most of his body into hers, all while his legs dangled below. "You were supposed to be scared! Not, o-oh noooo!"

Rainbow Dash could only take a few thrusts of only a quarter of his cock before her pussy was clenching for release again. And she came. The warmth in her belly swirled into a torrent of juices gushing down his cock. Each squeeze of her cheeks made her yelp, and the feeling of being held, of being thrust into, of being fucked harder and quicker made her pussy quiver and quake from his plowing.

"N-Not faaaair!" Rainbow Dash cried in pleasure all while her juices leaked down the thrusting cock. They dripped from there and pelted the stone ground below.

"Hey!" a voice shouted from below. "Watch it, quick release! Some of your marecum landed on my snout."

"T-Then... lick it up." Rainbow Dash felt her head lean back from her second orgasm, the walls of her pussy teasing with soreness. But much like having a filled belly after a big meal, somehow, space was made when a tasty meal appealed—or a tasty cock in this case. “Feel what a mare tastes like.”

“More like what a spiller tastes like.”

Rainbow clicked her lips at the comment, feeling raised and dropped, though her wings assisted, it was the thrusts of the dragon’s cock that lifted her. Every time his cock pounded into her pussy, slowly, her walls pressed to accommodate him.

She would have to become much looser to even take half of his size into her cunt.

And just like that, an involuntary shiver broke through her body. Her legs closed together, hugging Spike's cock deeper into her. She came. Rainbow Dash moaned while Spike groaned. Her juices spilled past his length again, letting him slide in more, intensifying her pleasure.

Rainbow’s head leaned more to the left, and down below, she spotted Chrysalis laying on the rock. The black hoof wiped off the cum from her snout. Gazing at it, her long tongue extended out, lapping at her juices.

“The sweetness is unique, and though it is quick to fade, you are just as quick to produce some more!” Chrysalis’s head leaned back as she watched the airborne lovers fuck. “Reflective of the creator if you ask me. How do you know you’ve please the dragon well?”

Rainbow went to answer the question, leaning back in the air, which made the weight of his dragon, and the force of his cock, press on and into her at once. But as she did so, pleasure smashed her spine, and juices came leaking out from her pussy and onto her thighs.

“When your cum—and his—are unable to escape!” Laughter sounded below as did the sound of Rainbow’s juices pelting into the ground. Over the ground, a small puddle formed, a faint whiteness that was clear. “This puddle here is proof that you are a spiller! If you satisfied the dragon enough, his cocks would knot inside you, and none of your juices would come spilling out.”

Another cackle from her drove Rainbow to grind her teeth together. “But even I still admit that you are an impressive act! Your sweetness is unique, and though it is quick, you are just as quick to produce some more!”

Rainbow went to yell but threw her head back, scream, while more femcum welled within her cunt. Any toy or any other stallion couldn't match the feeling of his lubricated dick pounding into her pussy. Her pussy spread further apart the harder he came in, trying to go further, but held back by her tightness—and the loosening made her cum and cum, and the dragon groaned and groaned, not attaining pleasure he needed from the tight mare.

“I’m not a spiller! I’m just… just…!” Rainbow only became aware of the soreness in her wings, that was, when it became stronger in her pussy. Being fucked brutally by the dragon, while holding them off… and coming countless times had drained the reservoir tanks of her willpower. “...just boned!”

For the moment in the air, sensing the close of the end, the remaining within Rainbow transferred to her nethers. Coming, and coming, with a moan, groan, and scream following—Rainbow was granted only a few moments, between each of her orgasms, to actually breathe.

From between their legs, femcum rained from above, down on the cave, along its ground, pelting the puddle with even more liquid. It rose, thicken, and steamed. The fresh air of the castle didn’t come close to drying it.

And if the duo weren’t careful.

They’d crash into the puddle; its liquid would catch to their fur and their scales. For whatever reason, getting wet by Rainbow's juices didn’t disgust her. Instead, the idea of both them catching in her essence made Rainbow only cum again.

But then the two started to fall.

Her blue wings kept outstretched. The two glided to the ground, and the occasional flap slowed their decent. Even still, when their bodies touched the ground, the momentum of the fall sent the duo crashing into each other.

Oh horsefeathers.

Spike fell onto his back, with the mare still locked to his hips, the inside of her pussy around his cock. Their impact knocked her legs far apart, granting him full access to his lover’s tightness. Rainbow had no choice but to fall onto his cock, quickly and forcefully, the large member spreading apart her clenched walls—forcing them apart, finally, as the dragon shoved himself all the way inside.

Rainbow’s head threw back, and tears bounced from the corner of her eyes. Upon glancing down, she could see the bulge along her blue tummy. Within, she felt his sharp tip poke through her cervix, causing even that to open for the greedy dragon.

The feeling was unlike anything she felt before. Pleasure tingled in the ends of her hooves, in the quiver of her legs, and from the outright cracking of her screams. Her cum came in a harder, thick, and more eternal torrent in a continuous gushing that spilled between her legs—waterfalls had nothing on the mare.

And at that moment, that period that felt more like a minute, it all came to a close. Rainbow’s pussy had been beaten and stretched to limits the mare was unaware of. The utter lubrication on his cock, to the looseness of her cunt, and the momentum that then split them, was finally enough for the dragon’s giant cock to come slipping out from the little mare’s smaller pussy.

The two had landed on the spot, though they bounced slightly forward, the momentum sending the mare away from him.

The dragon’s cock pulled out from Rainbow's pussy, and at once, her walls relished in the fresh relief of no longer being stretched and apart. But even still. She groaned at the emptiness in her pussy, of suddenly going from filled to hollow.

And the constant aching from both pain and pleasure left her in a strange state of arousal. When she rose her head, she saw thick and purple muscular legs on either side of her. Before her body, the dragon’s crotch laid slightly above, his cocks, tall and hard, were lubricated mostly in her juices.

And not of it seemed to be any of his own.

“And that’s it? Your grand show was leaving a puddle on the floor?” Chrysalis shook her head. “All you’ve done is please yourself and left the poor dragon with even harder raging cocks! Careful now. You're close to bringing out the beast within him.”

"That beast… I can…” Rainbow coughed. “...I can… tame it!”

Rainbow quickly rose onto shaky hooves. She felt drunk, no, hung-over on dragon pleasure. Turning around on the dragon, and raising her rump high into the air, she struggled to keep it there, her body ready to collapse. Her plot hovered over his stiff cocks, just over his lap. “W-What? I may finish quick, but I get into the game even quicker! Sex is a game of endurance after all!”

Chrysalis laughed, rubbing her neon green slit between her legs, though it wasn't because of the show. She had a different purpose in mind. Never before had becoming a hero for a mare come to her mind, but the dragon had changed her a bit. “Isn't it cute how she lies to protect herself?”

“I ain't lying!” Rainbow Dash was too quick on her anger, and too fast in dropping her flanks, that when she dropped her rump on his left cock... it went up the wrong hole! “Let's just see—OH DEAR CELESTIAAAAA!”

Rainbow Dash felt the even tighter walls of her ass utterly spread apart by the circumference of his head alone. It felt like her core was becoming split. The emptiness within her overfilled with dragon dick. “THIS IS NOT FAIR!”

And Spike, finally feeling some tight consume his dick, groaned as her plot only hugged around his head. Some of her flanks clenched down the sides of his dick, but the softness of her tush couldn't make up for the pleasure that a pussy could do for him.

So it wasn't entirely his fault when he thrust half of his length up Rainbow's ass, feeling her walls spread even further to accommodate his large size, the way her tightness nearly suffocated him a feeling he couldn't get elsewhere.

Spike then rose up from the ground, choosing instead to sit. Using his claws to grip Rainbow’s sides, holding the mare's body like she was some toy—like some cock sleeve. Lifting her, he turned her body in the air, his claws switching sides while she did. His cock spun inside her as well. Her tongue rolled out, its texture dry.

With her back to him, he shoved her down on his cocks, forcing her legs to spread over his crotch and nearly touch down on the ground. Rainbow arched her back and cried aloud, one of her forelegs reaching back to her face, loosely feeling at his face, shivering at touching his chiseled cheek.

He pumped the mare’s limp body like she was nothing more than a fleshlight—a position only to bring him the utmost pleasure. She writhed in comfort, at something so big, so round suddenly plunging, in and out of her tighter of holes.

It's... not even like sex... anymore! Rainbow Dash heart already admitted defeat as she let the dragon have his way with her, the pleasure of the situation drowning the voice of her ego, though it still whispered. He's just masturbating... and using my body to help him!

Her body rocked up and down to the motions of his movements, going limp in his grip, allowing him to do as he pleased. Her hooves dangled at her sides and her wings, drained of energy, were dragged down by gravity, draping slightly over his crotch.

And... if this has turned... into a masturbation session. Regaining some control over one of her limp forelegs, she inched a hoof down to her crotch. She drew sloppy circles of her clit, which already ached from overuse, but didn't require all the much more use for her to feel ready again. Then all... I can still do... is finish myself off...

But she didn't even get a chance. The sharp claws dug into her sides and, holding her up high, then slammed her fat ass into his cock, more than half of his length shooting deep into her ass. The explosive intrusion was too much for her frail body to handle; spurts of marecum splatted over the dragon's belly.

Rainbow Dash felt her eyes close on their own, her mind becoming a pleasant haze, her underbelly gushing out all the cum her pussy still had to give. With a sleepy smile, her head fell back against his chin—only to see his long tongue sneaking between their legs, cleaning up her mess in one lick.

“Tastes sweet.” Spike had said after his tongue slipped back inside his mouth. “But not enough to hit the spot. Guess I'll just have to get some—“

Rainbow Dash felt her heart crush itself into oblivion at the idea of going another round, though at the same moment, something light and glowing and round wrapped around her body at once. She felt her limp frame lifted into the air, the cock up her ass slipping out in the sound of a wet smack and suction.

“As cute as it is seeing you destroy another girl, lover boy.” Chrysalis had come to the side of the dragon, smiling while her eyes looked up. She watched the weak mare in her magic float through the air, wanting to laugh at the poor mare could barely keep open her eyes. “You won't get the kind of pleasure you desire without hurting her. And that's not a very hero thing to do, is it?”

Spike wanted to say something, and when his eyes became glossy, his swift actions became revealed to his mind. Turning his head, he saw the mare he'd taken by force laid on her side, on top of the rock, and nothing about her seemed able to move.

He turned slightly and reached out a claw to her, a tear forming in the corner of his left eye. Before anything could happen, he felt a massive force come down on his crotch and legs. Looking over, the changeling queen leaned her muzzle close to his. “Don't cry. You did nothing evil here. Your greed and your need aren't anything to be ashamed of.”

Spike opened his mouth only for no words to escape.

“I'm your villain, Spike. Never forget that.” Tilting her black head, she swooped in for a quick kiss from his lips, delighting in the feeling. “What is our deal? Everything you can't do on others, you do on me, so you can continue to remain a hero.”

Rainbow Dash watched from afar. Is... that it? Spike's greed raised his sexual lust to near predator level? All the bad things he couldn't get out on ponies... he's able to get out on a changeling. That's how he's kept himself in check? All because of her?

Even though Rainbow Dash was jealous of the other girl, even deeper in her heart, she felt a strange sense of gratitude.

“But it must get boring fucking the same villain. You'd rather have a taste of something new, wouldn't you, greedy dragon!” Chrysalis away from his face, all while her horn lit a swirling, dark green of magic. “Don't worry! I don't take such things personally. All that matters is getting a good fuck...”

The swirling magic then phased over her body in a circle, from head to tail, black going to blue, green eyes becoming pink. The girl shrunk into a mare, becoming fluffy and plush, soft and sexy that evoked a different sense of arousal within the dragon.

“...and I'm all about getting the results!” The newly transformed Chrysalis into Rainbow Dash brought her rump close to his cocks. “It feels so small and tight being like this. Having fur and skin makes the word feel so... sensitive!”

The fake Rainbow Dash grinned as brought her bottom over his cocks, flicking up her tail while she did so, revealing her privates to the heads covered in pre. “You poor things. You've been teased by this same plot twice now, haven't you?” She grinned. “Don't worry! The hero will have his 'just' reward!”

Rainbow brought her thighs together, causing the cocks tucked between them to sliding direct behind the other, becoming straight for both of her holes. Then she laughed as her legs buckled. Her plot and pussy slammed into each of his cocks, absolutely spreading apart the walls of both, though she still let herself sink down his lengths.

Spike threw his head back as the tight mare took in most of his length this time. Knowing that this one could take the pain, he thrust into both of her holes, feeling each tunnel clamp tightly around his size, her wetness soaking his member.

“Fucking you in this body... makes me feel as if I'm going to explode!” The fake Rainbow Dash raised her hind legs and her rump in a rhythm, never letting the dragon fully leave her, but enough for him to appreciate everything that her ass and pussy did to and for him. “But when I do, it'll be when your cocks are doing the same!”

While the two continued to fuck, far to the side, the beaten mare laid on the rock, watching... a better version of herself bang the hero dragon. It was like seeing a better version of herself at work—the fake Rainbow took both of his cocks, made sexy expressions that alone made the dragon whimper in absolute pleasure, and the way her forehooves felt over his chest and muscles gave the dragon a new appreciation for everything great about him.

And if a fake is better than the real thing... who wouldn't want to go for the clone instead?

I can't believe it! Rainbow Dash thought to herself, feeling her forelegs tucked against her chest and belly. Even in my first time with Spike, when he finishes inside of me... he won't even be finishing inside of me! That girl... may be better than me... but I'm not... giving up!

“Chrysalis! I... don't think... I have much longer.” Spike looked back down at her, watching the sexy blue mare fuck his cocks faster than a blue. Her front half was the only thing that kept as close to still as one can be. The way the strands of her mane covered her eyes, the pink flushing her cheeks, the cute, small squeals that tickled the embers deep within him. “Being teased like that... may have... finishing a bit early.”

The fake Rainbow glanced up with a grin. “Then finish your deed inside of me, hero!”

Spike used one of his claws to grip the underside of her muzzle, holding her tightly, before pulling her muzzle into his own. The fur of her lips, the way they softly impressed from his kisses, was the last thing about mares he needed to push himself over. The aching breaking at the center of his cocks exploded in pressure; his knots expanded within both of her already narrow tunnels, pushing out against her body that was not supposed to be possible for a small mare.

“Hold it... right... there!” The kissing duo snapped open their eyes at the voice. Not breaking the kiss, they glanced to the side, seeing the beat, real Rainbow Dash lying on the rock. The only hoof about her, the one that still somewhat worked, that was, laid over her crotch. She barely drew circles over her clit, all while weak quivers only made her body twitch instead of shiver. “Just because... you two... are another league... doesn't mean you've won!”

Rainbow used the last of her will to rub her pussy as quickly as she could. “Fucking my dragon in my body? I may be a little mare... but I'm packing with determination! I'll get as much practice as it takes... to outfuck you and outlast him!”

And then the real Rainbow Dash passed out before she could even finish.

The duo broke away from their kiss, all while his cocks expanded inside of the fake, each of them clenching their eyes at the equal tightness they both felt. Screams and snores and moans and groans echoed through the cave, some caused by the duo, and some caused by the sleeping mare.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, the dragon fell onto his back, looking up at the blue mare. In a few moments, his knots shrunk. He winced at his hot seed gushed down from both of her holes, droplets pelting against his crotch, streams trekking down the thick blue thighs of the mare.

And then the fake Rainbow Dash collapsed on his chest. Her sleepy face made had gone from sexy to cute. With a smile, the dragon brushed back her mane with a claw, letting the eyes underneath shine at him.

“It would appear we have a new game to play in the cave,” the fake mare said, though she felt better than any of the real ones so far. “How many mares can I transform into for you to fuck? Different kinds of pussies and plots and bodies and ways for you to take me.” She nuzzled into his left pec. “That should sate your greed and lust for the time being.”

Spike let his head rolled to the left on the ground, gazing over at the other sleeping mare on top of the rock. It felt... weird for him, after admiring Rainbow Dash for so long, that now she was the one chasing after him. “Do you think she meant what she said?”

“Of course she did.” A laugh. “Don't worry. You already have my permission.”

“Won't that just end up hurting her?”

“Please. That mare? You've shown her something she's currently weak at.” The fake also let her eyes close. “Allowing her to fuck you more, she learns more about you, and your connection is bound to deepen. Having another mare to handle your cocks will give me some time to breathe.”

She then gave an adorable sigh. “Anything that allows you to keep your greed and lust in check is a good thing. Practice with that mare, Spike, and only good things are bound to happen.”

And it was because of those words, that when the greedy dragon closed his eyes, that a smile was on his lips.

“I...” Rainbow Dash huffed she loosely rode his cock. “...can't go on anymore.”

Her body leaned back, gravity gripped her back, and she fell to the ground once more. Her mind was a haze again. The whole of her body ached worse than any training session; the marathon of fucking a dragon was the greatest work-out she ever attempted.

Once more, she found herself between his legs, but this time, she was down for the count. Before she could even hope to announce her defeat, two claws sliced through the air and wrapped around each of his cocks. With her job taken, he pumped them with the intensity granted by the dragon’s arms made bigger through training.

Spurts of thick and creamy white shot into the air. Both of Spiike's pointed tips had pumped his seed, all of which fell across her face and her mane, some dripping on her chest, and a tiny bit catching to the feathers of her wing. His cum was hot, thick, and for some reasons, burned into her skin in the most pleasurable way.

“Aaaah! Finally got that out of the way.” The thud of Spike's body crashing into the grass rocked the ground around him. The breeze cooled his shimmering members, refreshing them after being tightly tucked away in the mare's pussy. “It's not often that I get to use my claws for much besides for my sword.”

He then opened his eyes. “It feels good to go back to the basics every once and a while, you know?”

Rainbow went to get up. She wanted to place her hooves on his crotch, to slam her ass and pussy on both of his cocks—well before they were even ready—and fuck him until he was the sore one. But that wasn't the case. He was a mighty dragon, and she was a little mare; she didn't have the same stamina or endurance to outlast him or even match him.

“I swear… o-one day…” Rainbow Dash huffed as exhaustion consumed her body. “...I will… win!” Her body then fell to the right, and she was too weak even to move. “I just… need to… train… more!”

The words brought a smile to the dragon’s lips, and even though he was slightly tired, it was always the duty of a hero to take care of the girl. So lethargically, he got up from the ground and onto his feet. Smiling down at the nearly sleeping pony beneath him, he leaned down, slipping one arm underneath her neck, another over the bottom of her hind legs, and then lifted her into the air.

The softness of her coat conformed over his arm while she snuggled into his chest, delighting in the same wave of heat it exuded. “How about this hero walks you home? Free of charge for the lovely lady.”

“Heh.” Rainbow felt the world shift as he started to rock, his arms subtly rocking her body, lulling her to sleep. His head was so high above, his expression determined, though his soft smile a hundred percent her Spike. “Just you wait, hero.”

His smile became more full as the dragon lowered his head closer to her own, the soft glow of his eyes becoming intense up close. With a smile that quickly became a grin, he whispered the words only Rainbow Dash could hear.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for it.” Spike continued to walk straight and tall down the winding dirt trail. “The day when I get to finish inside of you, Rainbow Dash.”

“What the heck are we doing here, Twilight?” Rainbow Dash dropped into her seat from the air, cracking her neck the moment after she landed. “It's not like you to hold a meeting after dark. Or when there's nothing trying to rule the world.”

She stopped cracking her neck.

“We're not being sent on a mission to defend the world, are we?”

Twilight shook her head. She was walking around the table, as were the rest of the girls, everyone taking their seat. “Not at all. Just... did anyone see Spike leave yet?”

Fluttershy was the first to speak. “I saw him on the way in. He looks very dashing with his long coat on.” She stood up on her seat and turned around, sitting down. “Said he was out for one of his training sessions. He really must be enjoying himself with those.”

“And those, girls, are exactly what I'd like to talk about!” Twilight waited until they were all seated. Even then, she looked right and left, making sure the room was completely closed before speaking again. “There's a secret I have to tell you all. This may not end up happening, but still, I would feel a lot better if I told you girls at least.” She sighed. “Not as bad as telling the world. That would be breaking the promise fully.”

“Whatever is the matter, darling?” Rarity gave a flick to her mane. “I like gossip as much as the next mare, but my days of staying up late for it have long since passed.”

“It's way more than gossip, Rarity.” Twilight leaned forward and held out her forelegs. “Spike is dating Chrysalis!”

Twilight expected to hear shocked gasps. Hearing a screamed wouldn't have been surprising. The thing that did make her raise an eyebrow? Silence. That, and the chuckles coming from Rainbow Dash as she pointed a hoof. “W-What! You were the only one that didn't know? Twilight Sparkle, in charge of the world, but unaware of what her assistant does late at night!”

“Rainbow Dash, that is rather uncouth of you!” Rarity slapped her with a burst of magic, but looked with a lowered head at Twilight. “But I'm afraid it's true, darling. One time, when drawing near the Everfree for inspiration, I heard some... rather strange sounds coming from the forest.”

Pinkie giggled. “I was in there one day, scouting a place to throw a party, when I saw green flames glowing from afar! I practically bounced into that fun.”

The gaze of the room carried over to Applejack. “What am I to say? Those two were goin' at it like critters! Heard them from afar late one night, went to check it out... and spent longer than I should checkin' it out.” She tipped her hat over her eyes. “Girl can't be blamed when a dragon's packin' double!”

Fluttershy gulped. “They were quite... big. The animals had heard about them. They wanted me to check it out. I... might have done a bit more than just that.”

“Bet I did more fun than you, Fluttershy!” Rainbow Dash sat tall in her seat, beating a hoof against her chest. “I was flying over the woods during one of my late-night training sessions when I saw Spike entered solo. Not going to lie, I worried for the guy, and followed in afterward.”

Everyone leaned forward. All were surprised that it wasn't only them that had caught the experience. Twilight took this the hardest, thinking it was only her that knew, but really, she was the last one to the party.

“When I found out those two were going at it—I joined in on the spot!”

Twilight blinked. “Wait, so you fucked them!”

“Ha! It's a shame you all only found out they were dating.” Rainbow smirked. “Me? I joined in on the spot—suggested we all fuck and fly at the same time. Let me tell you, riding Spike's twin cocks in the air? Not even joining the Wonderbolts beat the feeling that... or them.”

Twilight grinded her teeth. “You think you're so hot, do you? Well, guess what! Because I live with Spike, I get to enjoy his double cocks every night! I'm a cheating bitch compared to you!”

With a blink, Twilight realized what she had said, and covered her mouth with both forehooves. In the back of her mind, she could hear Chrysalis laughing, knowing that the former villain had made the princess a bit more evil... in certain ways.

The rest of the girls, however, glanced at once another with confused expressions. Then, without meaning to, they all spoke at once, “But I also had sex with Spike!” They all looked at each other again, blinking.

“I… didn’t tell anypony because I was told not to.” Fluttershy flashed a wing over her eyes, hiding her rising blush overtaken her yellow cheeks. “I didn’t want to lose out on having t-two cocks at once. They both made love to me while making some of the animals watch.”

Everyone looked at Pinkie.

“Me? Well, that was a doozy!” Pinkie’s foreleg swept across the air above. “Those two couldn’t take me even together. So Chrysalis had to do her changeling magic and become another Spike. So that more four cocks instead of two.” She lowered her hoof to her mouth, giggling. “I bet you can’t guess where all those dragon dicks went.”

Everyone glanced at Rarity.

“A lady should never kiss and tell!” Rarity averted her gaze. “But since we’re all sharing secrets, I’ll drop you a few lines. My horn? I’m not very good with magic, but… the things those two could do to it. Plus, I have the biggest rump here.”

Everyone nodded at that before looking over at Applejack.

“Aw, shoot.” Applejack pushed her hat back. “Y’all already know what I’m like. Those two took my rope and tied me up. Nearly gave Spike inspiration for a few tricks of his own. They hogtied me and ravage me like no other!”

It all came back to Twilight. All the girls talked about, in some way, of being dominated—it went against some the girls' nature to ever be controlled, and yet, they allowed it only because it was Spike.

Suddenly, it made sense to Twilight. Why she got off to Spike back into the woods. It was the kindness behind the greed that made him so enduring to every mare that glanced at him and then became pinned underneath him.

All of this, of course, was due to Spike's kindness. Not many in this world, at least those semi-powerful and self-respecting, would submit themselves to such humiliation. Sure, most of those kind, though unaware of it, had that as their kink. But they would not suffer that fate in real life were it not for some other component.

And that component, attached to raw fucking, linked back to kindness of all things.

Twilight knew why. It was the very reason why she had gotten off then. Why Chrysalis took two cocks without a fight.

It came to trust. These girls wanted a dragon to fuck the ever living shit out of them, taking away their control and their choice, all so the responsibility of neither weighed down on their shoulders. But they couldn't submit themselves to such a fate blindly. It would have gone against their character.

But they all knew that Spike didn't mean everything he said or did. That, though he was the scary dragon they were told to fear—and lust after in their fantasies—that deep down, he was kinder than most stallions.

There was no edge to his words. They meant nothing more than to stimulate them further, exploding a concept and a kink in their mind, one that would be neat to feel, to experience, but not actually have it become a reality or a thing for real.

Because Spike had established himself as a kind dragon, they could trust him. His kindness was a safety net for everything that came afterward. Should he come to hurt them, or saying something harmful, the girls knew they could stop the script, that he would stutter, getting on his knees to show how sorry such a thing made him.

That was genuine care to them.

It was funny, Twilight reckoned with that line of logic, how her and Chrysalis, wanting to be dominated, still didn't want fully that. They wanted a kind dragon that knew to take it far and, should they say the word, to drop it at once and do everything required to right any wrongs.

In the end, even though it appeared they craved to have choice and control taken away, that wasn't their full desire. They were still mares and such that used and depended on power and character. They needed to know they had the choice, being pinned underneath a claw, that they could still end the show.

They never did, of course. The option was space to breathe into while the greedy dragon took what he wanted. Even while Chrysalis's body rocked to the thrusting of his cocks, she had the ability to call game over at any time. It might have been the reason why she took the pleasure punishment so willingly.

It wasn't that they wanted to call it game over, only that they had the ability to do so. Knowing that meant they could enjoy their pleasure to the fullest, that they could play whatever part they pleased, that behind that greedy dragon was one of kindness.

You could almost say that, when a kind dragon becomes willing to be greedy, all so a girl could enjoy and express herself to the extreme is a moment where is kindness also goes to the extreme. To indulge in something unlike his normal self, though possessing some aspect of it, was the ultimate transformation, and thus, a kindness he could show his partner.

That wasn't to say there's not any self-interest involved. Spike still got to rule over a girl, holding them to the ground, sliding his cock along the crack of their ass, shoving his dicks into each of her holes. He still got pleasure and the feeling of dominating others, but much like the girls, it was a part he expressed and not the whole of his character.

Which is what brought Twilight over the edge. She was a silly mare, that she knew, scoffing at the idea of how romanticism brought her over the edge in her pleasure.

That’s why everypony loved Spike… and his cocks.

Even more when the dragon himself, having forgotten something, stepped into the room moments before hearing anything.

“Aw shoot! I forgot to grab my sword.” He glanced around the room. All eyes were on him, which made him confused, making him wonder why they all looking at him.

“Oh, hey girls! You’re all here? And this late? Is it a sleepover or something tonight?”

It was going to be another long night for sure.