> Spike the... Succubus?
>  by Honeydrops
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> Dark Corridors
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“I don’t get it.”

On the stairs in front of Spike, Ember grunted and shook her head. “I already told you, like, five times.”

“Hey, you’re the one who summoned me.” Spike shrugged his heavy shoulders and ‘pretended’ not to check out her gorgeous ass under those stunning wings. “You wanted the assistant of the Princess of Magic.”

Ember kept walking. Spike’s eyes kept drifting to her oh-so-blue hips and the clinking of all the little bits of golden chainmail. Her tail twitched with irritation. 

His tail twitched for a completely different reason. 

“We can’t have ponies in the Dark Halls!” Ember spat as she lifted the torch higher. All it showed was more staircase and more darkness. “Even the Dragon Lord can’t bend those rules. But this is some really advanced magic… and not just advanced dragon magic. Something else.”

“Yeah, that’s the part I’m unclear on.” Spike adjusted his dark brown traveling pants a little. He was about eighty-percent sure Ember had worn that skimpy little thing on purpose. Seriously, what was the point of armor that showed that much scale? “You keep dodging my questions about it.”

Ember growled and whirled. Her slitted orange eyes narrowed and she blew a strand of blue hair out of her face. Her curved white horns glistened in the firelight as her face twisted into a snarl. She reached forward, grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward until they were muzzle to muzzle.

Even if he was a foot taller than the dragoness, she could still dragonhandle him pretty easily. He didn’t mind.

“Maybe that’s because I don’t know,” Ember hissed. “Do I look like a unicorn to you?”

“Not really,” Spike said with a smirk, one he knew that would tick her off. “You’re a whole different kind of horny.”

“Seriously?” Ember cocked an eyebrow. “That’s the best you could do?”

Spike shrugged.

“You’re lucky I happen to actually like you, Spike,” Ember snapped.

She hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t surprising. After all, most of their time together started out like this. He could smell her desire. What’s more, she knew it. 

With another growl, she pulled him into a hard kiss. Spike didn’t resist, but instead enjoyed twirling his long tongue around hers. He could feel her large tits thrusting into his chest, the nipples hard enough to be felt through the chainmail. She even bucked her hips against him a few times before she shoved him away.

Spike stumbled back a couple steps and grinned. “What?”

“You’d better stop that,” Ember warned. “Or you’ll get more than you bargained for.”

“Like the last three nights?”

Ember spun around and stomped down the stairs again, but not before Spike caught the blush on her cheeks. “Shut up.”

Spike chuckled and followed, satisfied with yet another bit of foreplay. Still, she had asked him to come all the way down here. If she felt frisky, she didn’t need to go through all of this. Which mean she probably did want help.

“Well, tell me how you know it’s not dragon magic.” Spike followed Ember as they spiraled down into the depths beneath Dragon’s Reach. “You have to at least know that.”

“It’s related to dragon magic,” Ember said. “But it’s ancient. Like, a few thousand years ancient. And it’s… darker. But… more…”

“More what?” Spike adjusted his button down shirt. It was getting warmer than usual down here and it wasn’t just the company. 

“Sensual,” Ember whispered. 

“Say what now?”

Ember didn’t say another word. Spike tried to get something more out of the Dragon Lord, but she just clammed up faster than Twilight whenever he mentioned Rarity.

Well, that was a little different. It wasn’t like he didn’t know the two were having a fling. The castle wasn’t soundproof, after all. Not that he minded. She just didn’t want to admit it to him. 

Or maybe she didn’t want to share. He wasn’t entirely sure.

Finally, the reached the lowest level. Spike gaped as the lava flows lit the place in an eerie hellish light. Massive chambers and galleries sprawled for what seemed like miles in every direction. Ancient runes and carvings were etched over every archway. The place looked like it had come out of a Daring Do novel.

Even here, he could feel ancient magic, but it still felt familiar. It felt right for this place, beneath the enormous citadels of Dragon’s Reach, his ancestral home. Twilight had been thorough in his education—in more ways than one. While he couldn’t wield magic in a traditional pony sense, he still had his own innate magic. Most ponies just knew he could send magical letters. Most ponies didn’t have a clue.

Aside from his own unique gifts, one thing that had come in handy was his ability to feel other kinds of magic. After so much time under Twilight—literally and figuratively—he knew magic as well as he knew himself. 

“I don’t sense anything strange…” Spike whispered. 

“Not here,” Ember said with a shake of her head. “Deeper in. You can only get a hint of it here.”

“Okay.” Spike shrugged and closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to catch that hint.”

“We could just move on.”

Spike cracked an eyebrow to see Ember glaring at him, a delicate claw on her outthrust hip. 

“I’d like to get a feel for this before I walk right up to the source.”

“Ugh, fine.” Ember waved a claw at him and turned away. 

Spike smiled and closed his eyes again. Ember didn’t really mind. She never did. Even though she’d never admit it, she’d always been fascinated by his upbringing. Raised originally by Celestia herself, until he reached fourteen. Only then had his dragon magic come in, wild and fierce and beyond his ability to control.

There were still a few rooms in the castle that smelled faintly of smoke from where Celestia had tried to contain the feral natural magic within him. Even she had struggled to contain him, until the third day when Celestia’s newest student—one Twilight Sparkle—had come looking for her mentor.

Spike smiled when he remembered the look of outrage on Twilight’s face when she saw what she thought was the princess defending herself against a savage dragon. No older than Spike, she’d thrown herself into the middle of it all.

And to Celestia’s shock and Spike’s surprise, Twilight had been the one to stabilize him.

“You done yet?” 

Spike rolled his eyes, but didn’t open them. “Would you give me a minute? This actually takes some minor meditation. I can’t just turn it on at the flip of a switch. Not like you.”

“You cocky little…” Ember muttered a few more things and went quiet.

He chuckled. And to think, ten years ago last week, he’d help her take the dragon throne. He had always secretly suspected one of the reasons she tended to want him so bad was because he’d been the one to take the Scepter first. After all, she’d seemed a little strange that night when she’d ‘thanked’ him for his help for the first time. 

Spike shook his head. He was meditating on the wrong thing. If he continued to mediate on that, it would end up pounding Ember for the third time today. The dragoness deserved a little time to recover.

He returned to his thought about Twilight and her miracle of magic. Though he had learned a lot more about magic since she’d contained him, anytime he needed to unlock his own magic beyond a few basic spells, he had to relive these memories. He had to remember the point of binding. Only then could he unbind it.

And that’s when he felt it. Like thin line of red paint in a perfectly white room. He could almost see the power. It was… strange. And extremely inviting. He shivered despite himself. Just looking at the magic filled him with strange thoughts… and a not-so-strange warmth.

Spike opened his eyes and gasped in a gulp of air.

“Well?” Ember demanded. She even looked a little concerned. “What did you—”

“Oh, I felt it,” Spike said, his voice huskier than normal. “Wow. That’s some… intoxicating stuff. I can see why you’re curious.”

“What do you think it is?”

Spike had a few guesses—most of them silly—but he didn’t want to give that away just yet.

“I need a closer look to be sure.”

Ember eyed him, then shrugged. “Whatever. Let’s go then.”

Spike nodded.

Ember took a deep breath, seemed to get her bearings and struck out in a seemingly-random direction. Spike knew it was anything but random. He knew the magic would be pulling at Ember just as much as it pulled on him. Probably more, considering how she kept putting an extra sway into those hips of hers.

As they walked deeper into the darkness, massive stone doors with intricate sigils loomed up on either sides of them, flanking the enormous corridor. One of the Ancient Lords could fit through here, back when dragons strode on four legs and grew to the size of buildings. 

“What is all of this?” Spike asked in a hushed tone. 

“The Dark Halls,” Ember whispered, holding her torch high. Light sparkled off of her golden chainmail. “These are the hoards of the Dragon Goddesses.”

“Wait… Dragon Goddesses?” That hadn’t been in any of Twi’s history books. 

“It’s just a name,” Ember said. “But they’re… like mythology now. Ancient matriarchs who could wield full magic. If you came around to the Dragon Lands to actually learn, you’d know that.”

“I learn plenty every time I come here,” Spike said, his voice smug. “For example, I learned if I finger you in that one spot, you’ll suck my—”

Ember shot him a glare deadly enough to freeze a cockatrice. Spike decided to actual be a gentledragon for once—sorta—and shut up. 

“Anyway.” Ember continued. Her leathery blue wings were twitching in time with her tail now. And those weren’t twitches of annoyance anymore—at least, not entirely. “Every ten years, it’s traditional for the Dragon Lord to show a piece of a Goddesses’s ancient horde. I wanted something special, so I went to the first Dragon Goddess. No one had been down here for at least a thousand years. Elder Femax said the place was cursed, but I thought that was crazy.”

“Is it?” Spike asked. The magic didn’t feel malevolent, though it didn’t feel completely benign either. 

“I don’t think so,” Ember said—yet she didn’t sound sure. “I just think it’s some sort of magical artifact that got loose after the last big quake. But the door has weird wards I don’t know.”

“Twilight would really be better at this,” Spike pointed out as they turned a corner. This section of tunnel looked even older. The lava vents on either side of the passage had cooled, leaving Ember’s torch to light the way again.

“And the Elders would turn me into a broodmare if I brought a pony around here!” Ember snapped. “So, you’re the next best thing.”

The corridor suddenly stopped at a massive black door, easily five times Spike’s height. Ember paused to light a couple of braziers and slid the torch into a bracket on the wall. 

“This is it.”

“What was her name?” Spike asked, trying to take it all in. 

“Remothi, Queen of the Heats,” Ember said in a reverent voice. “The mother of dragons.”

Spike stepped forward and studied the door, his purple-scaled claws hovering less than an inch over the glistening obsidian surface. There were sigils here, stretching as far as the eye could see. Every single iota of the door was covered in inscriptions and runes. Some of it was familiar to him… but most of it was gibberish.

“Anything?” Ember asked after a few minutes, folding her arms under her breasts and biting her lip. “Anything at all?”

Spike traced a symbol he recognized as Ancient Draksyiad. “This one seems to be center… I think it’s the sign of the Matriarch Remothi.”

“You think?”

“It’s weird… it’s sorta like an embellished rune for the word ‘female?’ It almost looks as if the ‘shadow’ rune is part of it though. Then there’s a bunch of spells I don’t know. Not to mention the ‘male’ runes all around it, plus smaller and simpler female runes, too.”

“You’ve totally lost me.”

“You’re not the only one who’s lost.” Spike sighed and scratched his head through his hair ridges. “There’s not a single gender symbol is connected to one another without a spell. That’s… weird.”

“Why?” Ember asked, stepping forward to study the symbols.

“Ehhh…” Spike hesitated. “In the few books I’ve seen, it’s just never like that. It sort of reminds me of a fertility rite… but way more complex. Shadows are a key part of it… something about becoming one with the shadow? Maybe it needed to be done in the depths?”

“‘Fertility rite,’” Ember repeated, glaring at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Totally serious!” Spike said, pointing at the spells. “Just look here…”

Ember glanced at his claw and then back at him. Her wings were still twitching. That’s when his fascination for the door gave way to a different kind of fascination. 

“You’re just trying to get under my tail again.” Ember said with another glare. 

Spike grinned easily and shrugged. “Well, you do seem to love lifting it whenever I’m around.”

Her wings twitched again. He’d always loved those wings. Especially how sensitive they were. He didn’t mind if Ember constantly threatened to get revenge on him when he reached thirty next year and his wings came in. In fact, he looked forward to her attempts at vengeance. 

“You’re way too cocky, Spike,” Ember said, poking him in the chest and making him step backward toward the door. “Seriously! I’m bringing you down here to a place most dragons only dream of, and all you can think of is getting under my tail!”

“You’re the one who said I was interested, not me,” Spike pointed out, perfectly reasonable, as always.

Ember’s eyes narrowed again. Her breathing quickened. The fires to either side of the door seemed to grow brighter. The sense of magic in the air thickened… or maybe it was just Ember getting hotter.

“You’re not the only dragon I get to enjoy you know…” Ember hissed.

Spike’s grin widened. “Oh, I know all about you and your clawmaiden, Enrixa. Not to mention Naira, Vandir and Shayza.”

Ember’s face went redder with every name. “How can you possibly…”

“Oh come on!” Spike laughed. “It’s not like I can’t smell them every time they’re in the same room as you. They really got it bad for you. Still, we both know there aren’t any good males around for you to play with. Let’s be honest… most potential candidates leave a lot to be desired. Thankfully, you got me.”

“You’re… you’re just trying to rile me up!” 

The fire grew a little higher, casting parts of the hallway into deeper shadow. Spike guessed there must be a draft or something. 

“Yeah.” Spike smirked. “Is it working?”

Ember trembled for a few long seconds before she finally broke.

With a feral growl, she threw herself at him. Spike thought he was ready, but she still shoved him hard against the cold obsidian of the door. He moaned as a delightful rush ran down his spine and through his tail, then back up and all the way over his scalp. 

Only then did he realize he felt the magic in the air. The door was positively brimming with it. It felt old and intensely powerful, like sensing a looming cliff in the fog. Shadows seemed to bubble up around them, darker and somehow thicker than they should be. The light gained a faint purple sheen.

Ember didn’t seem to notice… or care. She was too busy pulling his shirt open to reveal his muscled green-scaled chest. She nipped and nibbled at him in all the right ways. He felt himself grow and thicken for her. 

“You’re such… a… such a…” Ember growled as she took a long lick around one of his nipples. “Such a jerk to me… can’t believe a dragon… raised by ponies…”

Ember seemed to lose the ability to speak. Instead, she was already pulling at his belt in something close to a frenzy. In fact, she was acting hungrier than last month—and she’d been in heat then! One hand rubbed his cock while the other kept trying to yank his pants off. 

That’s when he noticed Ember’s horns were… glowing slightly. A faint red. That didn’t seem right. 

Spike paused for just a moment and managed to scrape up just enough focus to think. It was hard, but after dealing with the panic attacks of one Princess of Magic, he’d learned a few tricks. He managed to tap into his magic and unbind just a little of his power. 

Ember finally got sick of waiting and ripped his pants clean off. 

The same moment, something slammed into Spike’s magical core. He blinked and the world vanished.
> Dark Places
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A heartbeat later, he lay in an endless void of shadows and faint flickers of purple flame. He was stark naked and as hard as stone. He glanced down, only to see a swirling green rose of magic in the center of his chest. It seemed to pulse with untamed energy. It also seemed strangely familiar. 

“One of the last of a forgotten breed…” a voice said from the flickering shadows. The voice felt like Ember’s tongue running up and down his cock. He bucked his hips involuntarily. “One of the last to carry the seed of shadow… but maybe one of the best to pass it on…”

“Who… mmmm…” Spike tried to focus, but it was hard. A thousand hands seemed to caress him with tender passion. “Who are you…?”

“Do you not know?” The voice reached down and fondled his balls. “You stand before the door leading to my essence, my true core.”

“Remothi?” Spike whispered. “But… you’re…”

The voice hummed in amusement… and it felt like the beginnings of a blowjob. “Dead? Not quite, dear shadowscale. They called me the Queen of Shadows. A silly name, perhaps, one that speaks of darkness and drama. They did not understand what the shadows were. What they are.”

It was almost impossible to think. He felt the nibbles of a hundred Embers on his body… combined with the eager scratches of Twilight’s fingers. Somehow, he could feel Twilight’s hand wrapped around his cock while Ember wrapped her muzzle around his head. The faint hint of moans floated all around him, male and female. 

“What… what are they?” Spike managed.

“Do you even care, shadowscale?” The voice sounded amused and Twilight’s hand began to pump him. Ember sucked a little harder. “You’ve already enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh so much… why not more? I am the shadows, and the shadows are me. Shadows are not darkness, they are links to a different place… to the origin of all dragons.”

He felt two huge furry breasts pressed against his back as somepony began to grind herself on his tail, though he knew that had never happened. She’d never shown much in the way of real interest. Still, delicate and eager hands wrapped around his body, stroking his chest, his waist and his neck. He looked down, but couldn’t see anyone there.

But he could feel it. In fact, the sensations were growing… as was the rose of light in his chest. 

“What do you know of succubi, shadowscale?”

Spike tried to answer, but the sensations were getting too much. He could only groan.

The voice chuckled, and Twilight’s hand pumped faster and Ember took more of him into her muzzle. Her tongue wrapped around him as only a dragon’s could. The other pair of hands slid up and down his waist, occasionally straying down to fondle his balls.

“That’s fine, my little shadowscale,” the voice cooed. “Just relax and enjoy my gift. I’ll gather what I need.”

A tiny purple flame descended from the teeming shadows and floated above the glowing green font of magic in his chest. Before he could say a word, it slipped into him.

The sensations—already nearly too much to bear—intensified threefold. While Twilight’s familiar hand ran the length of his large cock, Ember deepthroated him and sucked as hard as she could. The other hands—ones that might have been pure white if he had been in the real world—eagerly caressed his balls and chest, moaning into his ears. 

Inside his chest, something grew. A deep and ancient knowledge. A wild and untamed power, fifty times stronger than the magic that had taken him when he’d come into his own magic. 

It was the magic of a Goddess. And it wanted him to learn.

His eyes went wide as the truth of his heritage spun out before him. He saw the First Mother, the Queen of Shadows, Remothi, stepping into this world, not looking like a dragon of old, but like a dragon of today. She had thick black horns jutting out from either side of her head. Her breasts were enormous. Her scales were purple and black, her tail sleek and stunning. Her two long legs lithe and graceful, her hips wipe and sultry. Her wings were like the midnight sky. 

And her eyes were a soft, gentle, lusty red. 

He could see the magic pouring off of her as she escaped from her other realm, where she had been hunted and pursued for her nature. Her very entrance into this world sent shockwaves of power into the natural magic of creation. It was her form that had shaped so much of the world. 

Part of him—the few sections of his brain not overwhelmed by pleasure or power—scoffed at the concept that this ancient being had been the source of what scholars had come to call the ‘Uplifting:’ the change in the ambient magic that eventually transformed most sapient life in their world from standing on four legs to standing on two. That… and other things.

Twilight had always been annoyed how dragons should be reptiles, yet still had tits and produced milk. Well, wouldn’t she be happy to finally get an answer?

“Yes, shadowscale. You can see me step into this plane. I hadn’t intended to shape the world in my image, yet I did. And you can know this because you are one of mine.” 

The swelling in his core increased as the First Mother imparted even more into him. The truth of what she once was and how she grew to mate with the dragons of old. How she had adapted to the kind closest to her own.

He gasped as she saw her enormous four-legged dragon form, moaning and burning from the inside out as one of many her consorts mounted her. She thrashed and groaned in reptilian pleasure. Spike could almost feel the echoes of her consort pounding into her in his own body. The sensation of fulfillment. Of purpose. Happiness. And of course, the endless lust that could no more be separated from her than an drop of water from the ocean.

Twilight’s hand blurred over him. Ember seemed desperate to swallow him fully. Two jealous hands found everything sensitive on his body. 

He saw the passage of time. The new dragonflights born with a seed of the ancient queen’s power. Remothi had been the broodmother of the first generation of a new breed of dragons. The bloodline had thinned. In the millennia that had passed, they’d almost died out. 

Save for him and a few others. All at once, he could sense them in every part of the world. He could sense something awaken within them as Remothi used him as a conduit to the dragons of his age.

While he was not the last of the shadowscales, he was the first to ever walk through these hallowed halls of her ancient home. 

Twilight’s hand went faster. Ember bobbed her head. The other hands played and fondled and teased.

“Now, it is time for the shadowscales to return,” the voice whispered, but this time, inside of him. “And you are to be the vessel for it. I shall impart my essence into you and you will not only grant it to the current dragon queen, but those of your homeland too. Think of it… not only the eager female even now taking your maleness, but the female companion you’ve had all these years…”

Twilight appeared in his mind, as naked as she’d been the night before he’d left for Dragon’s Reach. He’d lost track of how many times he’d seen her gorgeous nude body. Celestia had made them partners after all, not siblings or anything like that. That would have made things weird. Celestia was smart enough to know what would happen when two teenagers—even ones of different races—were put together. 

As for Twilight, she’d been eager to help contain his other urges when he had found them. 

He’d never been able to imagine something so clearly before. Her glasses perched on her short muzzle in front of intelligent—and a bit lusty—eyes. Her ass bouncy and round. Her medium-sized tits stood perky and proud. Her tail long and luscious. Small hips, but amazing legs that could do wonders when they wrapped around him. 

Then the dream Twilight gasped and doubled over, writhing in pleasure. She clutched her tits. For a moment, he was worried, until she looked up. Now, instead of intelligence and a bit of lust, there only a intelligent lust. Her mind hadn’t been diminished. She was brilliant as ever. She just had… other goals. 

Spike heard her moaning echo louder than the rest as the change overtook her and she embraced her new nature as a shadowhorn. Her breasts swelled until they were at least double their normal size. Her hips widened. Her fur tone darkened. Her tongue lengthened. Delicate bat wings flared out of her back as she started fingering herself desperately. Her ass became even more glorious. Her tail transformed, becoming almost draconic.

Then she looked at him, lust pouring off of her in a way he’d never seen from her—not even when that anti-Heat spell had backfired and turned her into a sex driven lunatic for three days. That had been a fun weekend. 

Then, with a flash of purple flame, his gorgeous unicorn friend vanished… only to be replaced by a shapely dragon with lewd purple scales—how a color could be lewd, he didn’t know, but Twilight certainly pulled it off—even larger tits and a sopping wet sex.

In an instant, the invisible hand on Spike’s cock changed from a delicate pony hand to a strong scaled one, but he still knew it was still Twilight.

“Do you desire this?” 

He should have cum what felt like hours ago, but somehow, the magic of this place kept him on the very edge.

“She…” Spike managed to get out. “She won’t… it won’t change… gahhhhh… who she is…?”

“How tender…” Remothi cooed within him. She didn’t sound derisive or mean. In fact, she sounded almost proud of his feeble protests. All around him, he heard voices begging for his touch, lusting after him, desperate to do anything for a chance to bed him. “You actually care for her. Hmmm, you care for all your pony friends…”

Spike nodded—words were a luxury he was almost out of.  Now two tongues battled over his cock as the phantom Ember and Twilight started making out with his maleness between them.

“Then those you take as mine will be able to choose to submit to my lusts or not. They shall not be compelled. They shall even have the power to throw off my gift, if they are that stubborn, though they will endure it for a short time after you have claimed them.”

Spike could feel the truth in Remothi’s words. Her essence was now inside of him. She couldn’t lie. After all, Twilight had long ago taught him the secrets of possession spells and spirits. Even ancient goddess from other worlds had to obey the laws.

He knew she had some special ideas on how to make sure every one of his friends had a chance to become part succubus, if only briefly. That didn’t bother him too much. After all, he lived with ponies. And the whole world knew the ponies were about the most sexually eager race on the planet. 

Another tongue joined the licking fight over the right to taste his cum. It wasn’t a dragon’s, but it was more than welcome.

“Ah… you have accepted my words. Not surprising. One can only merge spirits through truth. A single lie would destroy the bond. Another side effect of my appearance here, I fear. But not matter. There is one more thing you must do to harness my essence.”

The battle of the tongues became fiercer. He could feel their hands wandering over their bodies and his. He wanted to cum in all three of them so badly. 

“What… what is that…” Spike stammered. 

“I had hoped young Ember would be the one to carry the seed of shadow, but alas, she does not have a link to me. Through you, I can sense another female, though she is on the other side of the world. I cannot reach her. There are… others, but they are ill-suited for the gift I offer.”

Spike didn’t like where this was going. The pony tongue won as the other two pulled away shakily, as if they were cumming hard. The new mouth came down on him and bobbed with feral abandon.

“Yes, shadowscale. I am the Queen of Shadows. My male companions did not join me in my flight from my last world. My essence is inherently bound to the female form. To be a Succubus is to be female. If you accept my offer, we shall merge… and my essence is far more powerful than yours.”

Two soft scaly bodies pressed up on either side of him, stroking his cock with one hand and fondling him everywhere else with the other. Ember and Twilight nibbled at his neck and moaned in his ears. 

“You… you want to turn me into a girl?!” He at least had enough words for thati.

“Your male essence is strong enough to occasionally return your maleness to you, but only occasionally. I know many spells. And believe me… the female form is far better suited to the ecstasy I have planned than a male form.”

Ember and Twilight’s hands started to caress his nipples, which felt so sensitive all of the sudden. Even he—barely able to think since most of his blood was in his cock right now—could figure out why that was.

“Think about it. You have desired that beautiful white mare for years now, only for your companion to claim her. Embrace my gift and she will eagerly join with you. I shall teach you all you need to know. I shall even give you an aura to change the world around you, so all will remember you female, if that is your wish.”

The mouth finally let go. For a second, there was nothing on his cock. He felt strangely… empty? Then the soft folds of a mare’s pussy slipped over him. He had fucked Twilight enough to know what she felt like. This wasn’t her. 

Spike had so many questions, having trouble believing the truth… until Remothi flooded him with her memories. Having both males and females worship her. Her brief times with a dick, pounding into a any number of creatures after taking their forms. Feeling beings of all shape suckle from her teats to taste her gift. A few rejected it. Most embraced it. 

The stories were wrong. Succubi didn’t devour souls or drain life essence like vampires. They fed on lust itself. And they always knew where to find it.  

The knowledge grew and finally, the last two pieces of his power unfolded, the tiny bits he’d always held back. The first was tiny fantasy he’d had since he’d first seen Twilight naked: an intense curiosity on what it would be like to seem to embrace sex as she did.

The second was the third day of his full maturity… and the spell Twilight had tried and accidentally turned him into a horny pony female. While Twilight could never reproduce the spell, more than once had he jacked off to the memories of what they had done that day… and with who.

Plus, he’d finally get to fuck Rarity, even if it was as a girl. 

“Yes.” Spike moaned.

The essence of Remothi let out a low sexual moan inside of him.

“Join with me. Open your magic to me. Let me come into you. Just let the magic flow into you, fill you until you’re bursting… then let it burst!”

The shadows around him changed and for the first time, he could see his three eager attendants. Twilight the Dragoness writhed on a white finger on his right, her scaled breasts pushing into his arm. Ember groaned and nibbled his neck as another white finger fucked her on his left.

Above it all, Rarity—the stunningly gorgeous white unicorn he’d wanted since he’d first seen her—rode his cock with a look of total bliss on her angelic face. 

She looked down at him with slitted blue eyes. “I can’t wait to see what I become with your help.”

“Mmm…” Twilight groaned beside him. “I’m going to make your new pussy cum so hard when you get home. You’ll never think about being a male ever again.”

“Just… Goddesses,” Ember hissed. “I want your pussy in my face and your face in my pussy. Right now.”

“It would be rude to let Ember go unfilled though,” the Succubi Queen whispered inside of him. “Take her as your last true male conquest… but know that you will be changing as you do it.”

“Oh… oh Spike!” Rarity called, her hips going wild, her beautiful breasts bouncing. “I’m… I’m going to…”

“We’re all going to cum!” Twilight gasped. “All of us!”

“Cum with us!” Ember begged. “Mmmmm… blow our minds and cum with us…”

While he knew it was all in his head—probably—he couldn’t say no to that, now could he?

The Succubi Queen unleashed the spell and he screamed. Rarity screamed an instant later as his cock shoved the first load of his seed directly into her. Ember and Twilight writhed, bucking wildly on his sides. Rarity kept bouncing, her pussy clamping down on him, milking his draconic cock as all the purple shadows around them swirled into a funnel, directly into the enormous green rose of magic in his chest. 

Twilight grabbed his head and kissed him hard, her long tongue intertwining with his. Then Ember grabbed him and all but gave his tongue something close to blowjob. 

When he looked back up at the still-cumming Rarity, she’d been cast in greenish-purple light as his magical core absorbed the Succubus Queen’s power. 

Spike wasn’t sure what was most erotic: finally having Rarity bucking on his cock, a fully dragon Twilight moaning in his ear, Ember growling huskily at his side or the feeling of liquid sex pouring into his chest. 

Take me in, shadowscale. He groaned. It wasn’t a separate voice anymore. It was a sultry combination of Remothi and his own. It came like his own thoughts. Your core changes now… growing in power… growing in lust…

Rarity rubbed at his chest hungrily. “I want to see your tits, Spike.”

Some part of Spike thought that was an odd thing to say. The rest of him wanted to make her happy and embrace his—was it his anymore?—new nature. 

“Let me suckle your tit,” Twilight groaned.

“Mmm… I want to taste you.” Ember begged.

He looked at the rose. Only the faintest hints of green remained. He knew he still had a chance to say no.

But, if he was going to be perfectly honest with himself, he really wanted to feel those tits himself.

Spike closed his eyes and fully surrendered to Remothi. A shadow moved atop him and he opened it, just to see a delicate and sexy muzzle give him a kiss on the forehead and a tender stroke of a cheek. . As she began to slowly seep into his body, he could feel her pride. Her worry he wouldn’t accept and she’d be forced to wait for another few hundred years. Her feelings of loneliness. Her ache to be touched, but without having a body to act on her needs. And more than anything, her actual love, even more than her eternal lust.

Remothi reminded him of Celestia in a lot of ways. And now… they were going to be… they were going to be… his name… it felt… strange… and… his mind… her mind… they were… 

Ssshhh, my dear shadowscale. You are still Spike, unless you choose another name for yourself. Embrace the new Spike and I shall be here to guide you.

He was… he was going to… he would be…

The rose on his chest went bright violet. Then Spike knew the truth. The new truth. 

She was going to be… ohhhhhhhhhhh!

Spike’s cock burst again, this time with her wonderful gift. Rarity groaned, clutching her pussy as a wave of magic rushed over her body. 

“I’m… I’m changing!” Rarity howled.

And she was… but the sudden attack of both Ember and Twilight on Spike’s growing tits distracted her. The world around her filled with lust and purple fire. Spike groaned as she felt her cock began to transform… only to feel a sudden thrusting inside of her as Rarity bounced on their favorite dildo as she fingered Ember and Twilight.

They exploded together.
> Dark Essence
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Spike blinked and felt Ember’s real muzzle around her cock. Her tongue did amazing things as she suckled and licked. It twisted, it teased, it lapped. All sorts of fun things a pony tongue could never do. Well, except for what she’d heard about one pony. 

Pinkie could do crazy things to a popsicle.

She felt… she felt strange. Wrong in her own body, though she knew it hadn’t changed one bit. Still, there was something else beyond that. Something in her mind. Even above the animalistic pleasure of feeling Ember lapping up her cock, she could still think far clearer than ever.

Ember was feasting on Spike’s cock as if she were in the worst heat of her life. And here she was, thinking about how weird she felt in her own skin.

We’ve always had that power, Spike thought in her new sultry voice. We are creatures of lust and desire. We are not clouded by it, we feed on it. After all, it is our lust that makes her so hungry. Our ancient power still permeates these halls, driving her heat.

It was weird for her to be thinking about herself in plural. It didn’t feel like one line of thought though. It felt like two voices in perfect sync. Still technically separate, but at the same time, one was incapable of functioning without the other. 

It is to be expected, Spike thought. We cannot simply absorb What Had Been Spike into us and become one being. What Had Been Remothi was vast and powerful. While she is contained within us now, her power will come to us slowly. To try and take it all would overwhelm us and drive us into a feral lust from which we may never escape. We must grow and develop to unlock all of her old magic. But it will be there for us, waiting. 

Spike’s hips continued to buck as Ember’s muzzle glided over her cock. She brought a hand to her balls and fondled them gently. Her delicate claws slid along the scaly surface of them. Spike moaned

Spike had never been one for power. She hadn’t really wanted it. She was more than happy with her life as it had been. But that’s not what she was offering… herself? Just… power to become more herself. Her new self. 

Yes, thinking like this will be strange for a time. Spike agreed with herself. But we can adapt. Becoming the Queen of the Succubi again… well, that’s a long-term goal. They would take their time. First, they would learn what it meant to be a Dragon Succubus. 

Spike felt her boring and dull male chest swell with pride. 

We will be the first Awakened Shadowscale in millennia.

Ember shift position so she was fully on her knees before him. With a delicate touch of a hidden clasp Spike had found the last time she’d come to Dragon’s Reach, her golden chainmail suddenly came apart at all the right points. It slithered to the stone of the Dark Hall in slow-motion. Only then did Spike fully return to the wonders of her still-male body and the gorgeous specimen of modern dragonesses on her knees before her. 

Her heavy, gorgeous scaled tits, a lighter blue than the rest of her. The two thick aqua nipples at the front. Her smooth stomach, leading down to her wet sex, glistening in the firelight coming from the braziers in front of the door to Remothi’s Hoard. Her wings, now outstretched, with their luscious purple lining. 

He took it all in, and it took less than half a second. Spike couldn’t believe how much time had passed. She could think so quickly now. Even now, her mind and body were evolving to harness the power of the First Queen. 

Still, we did make a promise to what had been Spike. A promise to let him have his last male conquest. It would be rude if we didn’t fulfill our agreement. 

Spike slowed her mind and allowed herself to slip back into her male body. 

Spike wouldn’t disappoint the Dragon Lord. After all, Ember started to give her a blowjob… and she’d let the eager dragoness finish it. 

Spike let out a lewd moan as she watched the gorgeous naked body of the Dragon Lord bobbing on her cock. 

Ember didn’t seem to realize anything had happened. To her, nearly no time had passed at all. Still, much had changed in the seconds between when Ember’s hungry muzzle had first touched her cock to when Ember had Spike fully in her mouth.

Mmm… we are going to enjoy this…

Spike’s claws shot out and took Ember by the head, grabbing at her gorgeous short blue hair. Ember moaned into the grip and around Spike’s cock, sending wonderful shivers up the masculine tool. Ember’s head rocked back and forth, eagerly sliding along Spike’s length.

We may want to consider a new name, Spike thought idly. Spike feels too masculine for a true Awakened Shadowscale.

Despite her ability to think so fast, Spike was more than happy with her name for now. She wanted to fuck Ember one last time as Spike… even if she couldn’t think of herself as male any more.

Her eyes still closed, Ember claw sped up between her legs. She moaned again as her tongue lapped the bottom of Spike’s cock. Spike groaned against the tongue, her hips bucking in time with Ember’s endless lapping. 

We should give her a proper thank you, Spike thought all of the sudden. She brought what had been Spike to us, after all. She deserves only the best. 

Keeping one hand on Ember’s head to guide her, Spike brought up one of her claws. Even now, the scales seemed a little darker. The sight excited her down to her very core. She briefly considered which reward to give the eager cocksucking Ember, but in the end, a very basic spell would allow Ember full use of her hands while still fully enjoying herself. Enjoy herself no matter the position.

A deep purple magic ignited around Spike’s claws. She stared in wonder and watched it swirl around her digits. To her delight, her claw became daintier and thinner, though she felt just as strong—if not stronger—than before. Within seconds of summoning her magic, she had the claw of a dragoness. 

The thought made her cock twitch hard. It almost made her cum right then and there. That’s when she realized that while what had been Spike may not have found the transformation—be it of others or herself—to be particularly erotic before today, the new Spike definitely did.

Spike concentrated for a moment, then let the magic flitter away. Just doing that felt almost as good as when what had been Spike had cum back when she had only been a normal male dragon.

The magic twisted and danced for a few seconds. 

Then it shot between Ember’s legs.

Ember squealed and her hips bucked wildly as Spike carefully directed the magic straight into Ember’s eager pussy. It danced along her nether lips as Spike instinctively found her most sensitive spots. Spike’s magic wrapped around her clit and squeezed. Then it began to vibrate. Leaving that piece there, she let the rest of it slide out of the thrashing Dragon Lord and hover just below her pussy.

Ember froze in place, moaning desperately around Spike’s cock as her pussy was suddenly attacked by impossible magics. She had Spike’s full length in her mouth and her tongue twitched spasmodically in time with her hips. At that moment, Spike felt a surge of total control over the dragoness. 

It felt wonderful, almost like some sort of drug. To have someone completely submissive to her, especially a dragoness as fiery as Ember. 

It has been so long since we’ve felt like this. Spike sighed in her mind. To have a pet to play with. To feel her surrender… her delicious surrender… even if only briefly… 

She shivered under the feeling. Despite herself, a little bit of magic escaped from her and she felt her ass grow, stretching her boxers almost to the breaking point as her thick feminine rear came into existence. She wanted to fully surrender to the change… because it felt so good to have Ember completely at her mercy, but she managed to hold on.

It’s almost as good as the taste of domination, when a creature believes they have taken us and we let ourselves become overwhelmed by the need to submit…

Spike’s old memories of being Twilight’s submissive ‘student’ came to mind, as well as her memories of the century she had spent as Dragon Lord Fury’s devoted maidservant and concubine. The thought of what she’d been ‘forced’ to wear for Fury made her body ache with desire.

Mmm… it’s been so long since a creature has owned us. Spike thought with a groan. How we miss that taste…

She did. Both dominion and submission were so wonderful. She would be sure to have one of her friends dominate her. But right now… the sense of submission wafting up from Ember was too powerful to ignore.

Spike couldn’t take it. She knew right then she had to feed on the waves of lust coming from the kneeling Dragon Lord. While What Had Been Spike had no idea how to feed as a Shadowscale, What Had Been Remothi had no such problems.

We can feed from any place, Spike thought as the First Queen’s power surged into the forefront of his mind. Our lips, our sex, our hands, even our cock, if we have the power to grow one. But the best… more than anything… is… our Lust Heart…

Spike looked down at her chest. A swirling rose of violet magic burst into existence, just as it had in her vision. She could taste Ember’s lust in the air. It wasn’t the same thing as the scent of her sex, though it felt like her. It was something completely different, as if she had found a new form of magic.

Hesitantly, Spike took her first taste of lust.

She groaned in pleasure as the sheer power of it coursed through her body. It filled her as if she were a balloon. It pulsed through her veins. It burned through her cock. It electrified her nipples. It danced in where her female sex would be. 

It is time we took our true form. Spike thought in near-delirium. We must… for we cannot hold this male form and feed upon such potent magic.

A part of her noted she could rise above the addled-mind. She didn’t want to. She wanted to swim in this intoxicating sea of bliss forever.

Then we should feed more. Spike thought. It makes perfect sense. After all, if we are to be the first Awakened Shadowscale, there is no point to keeping this silly male body. 

Right then, Spike wanted nothing more than to transform her old male body into the luscious Dragon Succubus she knew herself to be. 

Until she realized…

Ember needed a bigger reward. She deserves to see us transform. She helped us become who we were meant to be. She should share in the wonder.

Spike forced herself to pull back and not to feast upon Ember’s lust. It was almost agony not to give in, but she knew that to Ember, less than a minute had passed since Spike’s pants had been ripped off. 

Yes… Spike thought, barely able to contain her need to transform. She’s going to enjoy this as much as we are…

Spike took her feminine claw and pulled Ember gently away from her cock, though she didn’t stop her spell’s incessant vibrations directly into Ember’s clit. 

Spike’s cock slipped from from Ember’s muzzle and she let out a whimpering moan. Her eyes were squeezed tight as she probably tried to figure out what was going on. Spike thought she looked not only sexy as hell, but also rather cute that way.

“Ember,” Spike whispered in the same sultry, liquid chocolate voice what had been Spike had heard before she had embraced her new existence. It was as smooth as Saddle Arabian silk and sweeter than the most exotic honey. Spike watched as Ember shivered under the power of Spike’s new voice. 

Ember’s amber eyes slowly slid open and she looked up at Spike. Her body quivered with the force of Spike’s spell.

Spike smiled down at her. 

“Wha… what’s…” Ember seemed to have to fight to get words out. “What’s… happening…?”

“I met the First Queen,” Spike said. 

“You… how?” Considering the amount of pleasure Ember was enduring, it was surprising she could speak at all. “And why… why do you sound… so… so… fucking hot all of the sudden…?”

Lust poured off of her, becoming a cloud of delicious magic. Spike wanted desperately to take it all, but she forced herself to stop. After all, Ember couldn’t see her Lust Heart glittering in the middle of her chest. Only other Succubi—of any race—could see that naturally. She couldn’t show it yet. What had been the Succubus Queen had known just how erotic good timing could be. She shouldn’t waste this chance.

“Because we made a deal.” Spike said.

“What… what… deal?” Ember’s claws slid over her naked blue scales, almost as if she didn’t have control over her own body. “Oh Spike… what’s happening… to me… my… my clit…”

Spike kept the spell just below the point that would make Ember instantly cum. 

“Me.” Spike whispered. “I’m doing that.”

Ember groaned and rubbed at her pussy. Her hand passed through the dark purple glow of Spike’s magic. “I… I can’t… I don’t understand… what deal…?”

“This one,” Spike whispered. 

First, Spike reshaped the leftover magic from the spell currently driving Ember mad with lust. She shaped it with only a thought. In an instant, it held the form of Spike’s very own cock. 

Then she thrust it into Ember.

Ember squealed and her hips bucked wildly, her mouth dropping open as she bounced on the invisible intruder. Words had failed her. Only pleasure remained. Yet Ember did not take her eyes off of Spike even as she cried her name. 

Spike allowed Ember to see her Lust Heart. And then, Spike finally dove into the feast that was Ember’s lust.

As Ember’s blue lust swirled into Spike, she couldn’t contain the changes any longer. It was physically impossible. Spike had given herself to the Queen of the Succubi. She had merged with her. She had become an Awakened Shadowscale. She had become a Dragon Succubus. 

Spike was meant to have a gorgeous, voluptuous, mouth-watering body. A body designed to embrace the most carnal of pleasures. A body designed to make both male and females flushed with lust and need. 

And as she fed upon the lust, that’s what she got.

Spike groaned and stroked her cock as her tits came in first. One claw massaged her new enormous chest as it ballooned into existence, preceded by stunning dark green nipples. They were larger than Ember’s and stood upon her chest proudly, defying gravity as the rest of her chest transformed to carry them.

Her hips swelled and shredded her useless male clothes, giving her hips half as wide as Ember’s. Her ass grew a little more and a wave of power went through her tail as it became thinner and sexier.

Spike let out a throaty moan as she felt her face transform into a vision of draconic beauty. Her hair—once little more than green spikes, grew a little bit—but only as little as she knew Ember had a thing for Spike’s short hair. She loved to pull on it when she made her bury her muzzle in Ember’s pussy. 

Her wings burst out of her back, deep purple and perfect for wrapping her loves into a soft, leathery embrace as she feasted upon their lust. The tatters of her shirt and jacket fell around her and she felt the surge of a mental orgasm wash over her as she shredded the last pieces of her male clothes.

Her vision changed for a moment and she knew she now had the eyes of the Succubus Queen. Without even seeing them, she knew them to be a soft, gentle, lusty red. 

She watched her scales darken, both purple and green. The sight of it sent shivers down her narrow tail and through her wings. Her purple scales became the color of sweat-soaked bedsheets. Her green scales became the color of the ferns that hid Daring Do as she absorbed the Lust Stone of Ferin-Kai.

It is so bucking hot to see someone transform… even ourselves! Spike moaned in her head. Mmm… now for the final piece. We’ve been waiting so long for this… time to become who we are meant to be…

Spike’s cock swelled a little as she focused her magic on retaining it. It was quite the drain, but considering how much lust Ember continued to pour out, she had power to spare. And then… she felt the most delicious of sensations. The most exquisite, wonderful feeling. A feeling she had missed for so long.

The first brush of sensation between her legs brought the last male part of Spike to a massive climax. A milky mix of dark purple and white fluid burst from her cock and landed on Ember’s chest. Ember barely seemed to notice as her jaw hung open at the transformation before her. Some of her seed landed in Ember’s open mouth and the dragoness reflexively licked her lips. Then she swallowed, shuddering in pleasure, even as Spike’s shadowy seed began to seep into Ember’s scales. Instinctively, one of Ember’s claws came up and rubbed in into her scales and her chest swelled just a little. 

Spike’s massive cock spell continued to slide in and out of the Dragon Lord, yet Spike knew Ember was far more turned on by the transformation.

Oh well, Spike thought though the wonderful sensations. She would have tasted me anyway. Now she gets a preview.

Then, the scales between Spike’s legs split open. 

She moaned lewdly, slipping her fingers into her new pussy, which immediately clenched hard around her digits. Spike rode out her first—and billionth—female climax like Pinkie Pie in heat: bucking, screaming, moaning and craving more. Another orgasm washed over her as she felt her new form settle and at long last, her essence matched her body. 

Spike knew everything was right. Her body felt right. This is what it was to be a Shadowscale. This is who Spike was: a creature of lust, who generated it, who craved it, who fed upon it and who gave it. 

Now, it was time to fulfill that promise.

Her cock still erect, Spike stepped forward to Ember and smiled. Through the small seed of shadow, Spike could already feel the Dragon Lord’s lusts building like never before. Spike could all but hear Ember’s hunger to ravish her new body. 

“So…” Spike purred. “What do you think?”

Ember whimpered in need. Which wasn’t surprising when Spike realized she’d let the clit spell turn into little more than a faint buzz. Even the magic cock now simply rested in Ember’s pussy. 

Spike waved a few fingers and turned both back up to full. Instantly, Ember howled in lust.

“I need to warn you…” Spike said—making it sound far more like an invitation than a warning. “If you take my new seed… you will become a Second Shadowscale. One of the Dragon Succubi.”

“If I get a body… mmm… like that…” Ember panted. “Then I want it all!”

Ember’s head darted forward and latched around Spike’s cock. The sheer eagerness caught her off guard. 

Despite now having her true body. Despite millennia of experience and practice in the art of making love, the sheer overwhelming desire of the dragoness cause Spike off guard. 

It didn’t help that her body was now perfectly tuned for sex. 

The moment Spike hilted herself into Ember’s muzzle, she exploded. Her seed poured into Ember in great waves. Spike let out a groan that could probably be heard for miles. Her hands reached down and grabbed Ember’s head again, making sure Ember couldn’t escape—not like she wanted to.

Ember swallowed the shadow seed as if it were the elixir of life. She milked his cock, never letting a single drop escape. She drank Spike’s new magic and accepted it with almost feral eagerness, as if she were in heat and could only be sated by his corrupting seed.

Then Spike could feel Ember in a whole new way. He could feel the ache of her clit. The invasion of her pussy. The swirling magic within her changing as the shadow seed swirled within her body and mind. Spike could even feel the wonderful sensation of Spike’s cock in Ember’s mouth and the sweet taste of the shadow seed.

It would take a few minutes for her seed to take root in Ember’s core, but Ember didn’t seem content to wait.

As soon as Spike’s cock had stopped filling her with magic, Ember slid her mouth off her cock, licked her lips and gave Spike a look that would make any succubus proud. She turned around and lifted her tail, presenting herself to Spike. Then, she looked back, even as her horns began to shift from white to to a lewd purple. Her eyes smoldered with need and she whispered in a voice dripping with lust.

“Take me and make me yours. Make me just like you.”
> Dark Bodies
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ember knelt before Spike, her tail up as she presented herself to the new Dragon Succubus.

“What are you waiting for?” Ember moaned as Spike’s shadow seed continued to swirl inside of her. Spike could feel every little change within the Dragon Lord. “Make me one of yours.”

“You… want to be like me?”

Ember’s claws played with her wet slit, though Spike’s cock spell had faded when she’d cum with the Dragon Lord. She bit her lip. Her horns burned with that lewd purple glow. She looked overcome for a moment, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as a claw slipped inside.

“Yes!” Ember cried. “You fucking hot dragon sex bitch! Claim me as one of yours!”

We must take her fully, Spike thought. She is asking. It would be rude to say no.

Still, Spike hesitated. She had the word of What Had Been Remothi that those she claimed would be able to choose. Though Spike remembered her words to herself—she wondered if she would ever get used to thinking of herself as two creatures—that all claimed would endure it for a time.

But this was special. This was the first time. And this was Ember. She needed… she needed to be sure…

“Open your mind to me,” Spike commanded.

Ember moaned at the sound of Spike’s voice, completely unable—or unwilling—to resist the power of the Awakened Shadowscale. Spike reached out and stroked one of the Dragon Lord’s horns.

In an instant, Spike felt Ember’s thoughts, beneath the deep oceans of lust roiling through her brain. She felt how she looked in Ember’s eyes. She couldn’t see herself, but she could feel the desire, the pleasure, the worship, the… fear?

Spike grabbed the sensation and gently pulled it apart, just enough to see within it.

We should push a little farther. We are her queen after all. She has submitted.

Spike pushed a little deeper and in a flash, she could no longer feel Ember’s thoughts… she could hear them... She could hear the thoughts beneath the need.

I hope Spike’s really okay… Ember thought, her worry over What Had Been Spike lacing every thought. I want this creature to be telling the truth. The First Queen… I want so badly to serve her… she can teach me so much… but not at the cost of Spike…

What Had Been Spike had always been fond of Ember. Spike had always had a little crush on her, hoping that one day their relationship might go beyond just fuck buddies and into something sweeter.

Through her newfound power, Spike found that Ember had similar feelings. She did actually care about Spike.

And she wanted so desperately to believe Spike’s claims of becoming the reincarnation of the First Queen. She wanted to learn at the one who shaped the very foundations of dragon culture, lore and law.

Ember wanted to become a better leader of her people. And she had feelings toward Spike.

We… we did not… we did not expect this, Spike thought. We must… we must…

In an instant, Spike dove into Ember’s thoughts. For a split second, What Had Been Spike appeared in her mind, male and as separate as Spike could make that part of herself.

It hurt to divide herself like this, but she had enough time to give the blushing mental projection of Ember the Lover a gentle and loving kiss.

At the same time, the First Queen appeared to the mental projection of Ember the Dragon Lord and kissed her on the forehead, then made three small scratches on Ember’s where Ember’s chest scales met her strong neck.

What Had Been Spike didn’t know what it was. The Dragon Queen did. After all, she’d been the one to institute it. The ancient sign of a blessing of both power and respect.

Though it took mere seconds, it proved to be almost too much. The pain in her mind intensified. Then, Spike couldn’t hold herself apart anymore. With a groan, she snapped back to reality and the two pieces of Spike, the Awakened Shadowscale, snapped back together. She moaned as she felt herself heal into her new true self.

Then she opened her eyes to see the Dragon Lord still offering herself to her.

“You…” Ember’s eyes were wide, her mouth open as she stared at her over her shoulder. “You’re… you really are both…”

Spike nodded slowly.

Ember let out a desperate moan of need. Not just physical, but mental and emotional. It drove straight through Spike’s body and into her very core, slipping through her Lust Heart and into her soul.

Spike no longer had any doubts. Ember wanted this. She wanted to be with Spike… in every sense of the term.

“Please?”

Spike wasn’t about to refuse such a heated offer. So, her cock still hard, she strode forward, grabbed Ember’s tail, and shoved it into Ember’s eager pussy.

Ember screamed as her hips bucked eagerly against him. She was beyond rational noises. The power of the shadow seed she’d swallowed—combined with the rush of acceptance of Spike’s new nature—swept her away, into the First Heat of all newborn Succubi.

Spike’s claws grabbed Ember’s beautiful ass and she thrust the last piece of What Had Been Spike into the eager dragoness. Ember took every thrust and shoved back with her hips. Within a few moments, Spike bottomed out with every lunge inside of her.

Then, the shadow seed within Ember finally blossomed and rushed through the Dragon Lord’s gorgeous body. Her wings darkened to a deep indigo blue. Ember moaned as if completely overcome—which wasn’t too far away from the truth.

Lust Heart to Lust Heart, Spike thought. I need to be there for it…

She wanted to continue to claim her prize from behind, but knew she couldn’t risk unleashing a dragoness of Ember’s strength as a Feral Succubus.

Mmmm… though the idea of letting someone become a Feral…

Spike could see the feral feasting upon both male and female, driven only by the need to feed her Lust Heart. The Feral’s Lust Heart overflowed with passion, until all near the Feral were overcome with unbridled hunger and the unending heat. Inhibitions melted before the rush of fire. In the center of a rapidly expanding ring of fucking dragons, ponies and dozens of other creatures, the Feral could only lay there as her entire existence became a never-ending orgasm.

For just a moment, the idea of seeing Ember in that moment tempted Spike. By the Red Goddess, Spike wanted to join her and be lost in the need.

But if she were to take up the ancient mantle of the Succubi Queen, she needed control.

Reluctantly, Spike slid her cock out of Ember. Ember whimpered and moaned in desire at the sudden emptiness between her legs. Spike could feel the Dragon Lord’s need. Spike’s own sopping wet pussy ached in time with the transforming Dragon Succubus.

With a gentle twist of magic, Spike conjured a few pillows on the hard earth before her ancient hoard door. Then, she settled back down, the only male part of her sticking straight up in the air.

Ember turned and faced Spike. Already, her tits had swollen by at least another size. The nipples darkened and thickened. Her golden eyes were shifting colors. Her horns continued to burn with violet magic.

Spike smiled at her beautiful new Succubus. She trailed a finger along her side and caressed one of her enormous tits, then her hand slid down and she gently gave herself a stroke.

While it was becoming increasingly harder to keep her male hardware, Ember was worth it.

“Do you want to finish?” Spike whispered. A finger slipped beneath her cock and into her pussy. She let out a hungry moan. “Come and claim your new life.”

Ember’s eyes were locked on Spikes cock. Her long tongue licked her snout. Then, she crawled forward and gently lapped at Spike’s cock a couple times.

Succubus Queen or not, it felt wonderful. But Spike needed to fill her new Succubus in another way. She crooked a finger at Ember, encouraging her forward.

The power of the shadow seed reached a new threshold when Ember was halfway up. Ember groaned as her tits swelled another size. Ember couldn’t seem to stop herself from wrapping her enhanced bust around Spike’s cock and sliding her delicate scales up and down Spike’s member.

Spike groaned and reached out to grasp Ember’s glowing horns. For a few seconds, Spike just luxuriated in the wonderful sensation of her cock between two warm dragon tits. It had been a long time since someone as busty as the new Ember had done this to her.

In fact, the last time had been Twilight, after Spike had ‘accidentally’ distracted her during her self-transformation studying. Twilight had never completely gotten over her breastplay kink she’d accidentally implanted herself with that week.

Spike forced herself into the here and now. She felt herself begin to tense and calmed herself just a little. Ember deserved the full treatment. No sense in letting the last orgasm of her member be wasted.

“If…” Spike whispered as Ember slid Spike’s cock been her tits. “If you want the full dose… you need to come all the way up…”

Ember ground herself against Spike’s feminine form—and the one masculine part of that form—before she crawled the rest of the way up.

And then, her hips were right there. Her sopping wet sex dripping onto the rough stone beneath them. Her tits quivered as the shadow seed ‘corruption’ awaited the final catalyst.

Spike could tell. Ember wanted nothing more than to mount her right then and there. But she waited. The submission coming off of the Dragon Lord was delicious. Without thinking, Spike’s Lust Heart swelled to feed upon it.

Spike looked into Ember’s lusty orange-red eyes. Spike had no doubt Ember knew what impaling herself on Spike’s cock would do to her. And she wanted it.

Then, Spike nodded.

Ember’s eyes lit up. She shifted her hips and lifted them up and quivered above Spike’s cock. Then, in one swoop, Ember plunged atop Spike, taking Spike’s cock all the way to the hilt.

Ember’s eyes bulged and she let out a desperate groan of pleasure. Then her eyes went even wider and a look of concern passed over her features as she shuddered and shivered atop her.

Spike reached a hand out and caressed her lover’s cheek, quieting the Dragon Lord’s fear.

Just let it happen, Spike urged her with a thought.

Ember relaxed a little. Her hands reached for her breasts and she began to feverishly grope herself. It was a natural reaction, one Spike never got tired of seeing.

Then, Ember’s back arched and let out the primal cry of the birth of a Succubus.

A swirling rose of magic burst into existence in the middle of Ember’s tits. Dark blue with tendrils of purple and violet, it twisted and danced in the firelight. Ember cried out again as an orgasm rushed over her body, this one centered between her tits as Ember’s Lust Heart came to life.

Spike smiled proudly at the new Dragon Succubus impaled on her cock, even as Ember stared at the new magic font within her chest.

Then, Spike bucked her hips. A careful buck, designed to throw Ember slightly off-balance. With a surprised cry, Ember fell atop of Spike.

Their tits pressed together. Their smooth scales slid along one another.

Instinctively, Ember pushed her Lust Heart against Spike’s, like a newborn seeking the milk of her mother.

Spike reached forward and kissed Ember gently, but with ever-growing passion. About halfway into the kiss, Spike felt Ember’s Lust Heart fully blossom between them.

Ember’s body trembled again, this time at the cusp of the final transformation.

Spike thrust hard into Ember’s sex.

Ember groaned into Spike’s mouth.

Then, Spike gathered her magic, focused and thrust into Ember’s Lust Heart.
> Dark Hearts
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ember went rigid as Spike’s ancient Succubus magic speared into her chest. 

In a flash of power, energy erupted from the two lovers like a thunderclap. The sheer force of Spike’s thrust changed the fundamental magic in the depths of Dragon’s Reach. She could no more control the side effects than she could prevent lava from being hot. 

The twin fires before the door of her hoard were snuffed out, but mere moments later, dark purple flame leapt up in their place. Spike moaned as she felt her magic wash through the halls, feeding upon the natural fires in braziers and torches, consuming them in an instant, only for them to be reborn as lustflame.

Even through all this rock, she could feel her power stretch out and wash over the entire population of the dragon capital. It was nothing like her full might. It wouldn’t be like they’ve find an entire city of fucking dragons when they emerged. 

But more than one dragoness and drake would be getting much more attention than they had in a while.

And then, the flash of power reshaped itself and focused in on the new Dragon Succubus. 

The physical transformation was just a byproduct of Ember’s new nature. Even though she couldn’t pull herself from Spike’s Lust Heart, her tits swelled yet again until they were the perfect size for the first among the Succubus Queen’s attendants. Her beautiful wings became sleeker and stronger as she flared them. Spike dragged her claws along Ember’s swelling ass and widening hips as the Dragon Lord bucked wildly on Spike’s cock. Ember’s eyelids flew open as Spike’s magic intertwined with Ember’s. In moments, Ember’s eyes had settled into their new lusty red, a perfect reflection of the Succubus Queen. 

Ember moaned desperately, unable to hold the kiss as Spike’s lustflame-colored magic coated her dark blue scales. A small bit of concern flickered in the dragoness’s eyes, only to get swept away by the all-consuming lust Spike knew all too well.

Ember writhed in Spike’s magical field, still thrashing on her large cock. Spike smiled and twirled a hand. Twisted strands of magic connected their Lust Hearts, but Ember still managed to sit upright. A moment later, the magic around Ember’s tits darkened. Ember’s eyes went wide as her dark blue nipples thickened even more. In seconds, she was groping her tits madly as the first drops of her new milk came in.

Ember’s eyes met Spike’s again. Her muzzle opened and closed, trying to form words unable to say in any known language. Spike felt the Dragon Lord’s love and adoration, her lust and need, her devotion and eagerness. 

Spike smiled and surged her spell.

Ember screamed as she came.

Then they were once again in a strange fog. Ember hung there, twisting under the throes of another orgasm, while Spike just enjoyed the sight of her new Dragon Succubus embracing her fate.

After a time, Ember calmed down. She wore her new true form, complete with the enhanced bust and ass, the new wings and the darker scale tones. Ember opened her eyes. She seemed surprised to find herself in the strange place again. 

Finally, she got her bearings and caught sight of Spike. She looked Spike up and down… then looked taken aback.

“Spike?” Ember asked. 

Spike could feel Ember’s eyes on her sex.

“Yes, pet?” Spike murmured.

Ember shivered at the playful word, but managed to shake off the temptation to give into the pleasure. A good sign. It showed that Ember controlled her lust, not the other way around. At least… sometimes. They were Succubi, after all. 

“You… is this the real you, now?”

Spike looked down at the heavy tits, the succulent dark purple and green scaled body, the wide hips… and the very feminine sex. With a happy little coo, Spike ran a claw along her belly down to her wet pussy and smiled. “Oh yes, pet.”

“Mmm…” Ember moaned. “S-stop that…”

Spike grinned.

“So… you’re really a female to the core now, huh?” Ember managed, though one of her hands was at her left tit, caressing it gently. She licked her lips. “All the way?”

Spike giggled. It was a strange and very feminine thing, but it felt so right now. What Had Been Remothi luxuriated in the chance to show off a little. What Had Been Spike decided she didn’t mind at all. It was fun. 

“All the way, pet.” Spike cooed. 

Ember blinked a few more times, as she focused on something behind Spike. She seemed… confused and pointed. “Then… what’s that?”

Spike sighed and turned. She knew what she would see. 

In the Realms of Lust—that special place that bound all Succubi together—Succubi could not hide their true forms. Even normal mortals would find their innermost thoughts played out before them, unless they were mighty magic users or had powerful wills. 

Here, even Spike couldn’t hide the truth. Not to say she wasn’t powerful enough or had enough willpower… but she couldn’t hide it from her own kind.

Two shadows stood behind Spike. One in a the vague shape of a male, one in the vague shape of a female. They mixed and blurred together, shifting back and forth. At one point, the male figure had a bust that put Ember’s to shame. The next, the female figure had a cock at least a foot and a half long. 

Spike eyed the forms and couldn’t help but finger herself a little.

“It’s me,” Spike murmured. “What Had Been Remothi and What Had Been Spike. I… I had hoped I would be able to fully become one, but What Had Been Remothi has been out of practice for so long. I can’t settle yet.”

Ember walked up to Spike and watched the faint shadows as pillars of lustflame erupted into the sky randomly around them. Above their heads, they could see purple shadows moving together. Spike smiled, knowing full well she was seeing the result of her lusty power washing over Dragon’s Reach. Now, the citizens would be able to enjoy themselves. 

“Does it hurt?” Ember asked quietly.

Spike turned and stroked Ember’s muzzle with a smile.

“No, my pet.”

Ember shivered again. “Are you going to be stuck like these? Two dragons in one body and mind?”

“I’m not really two anymore,” Spike corrected. “But I’m not really one either. I had hoped your initiation would help my body align, but it didn’t. While in mind, I am one, in spirit, we are still separate.”

It felt a little strange to talk about this sort of thing. It wasn’t something that What Had Been Spike had really ever thought about. But What Had Been Remothi had been around for eons. She had plenty of time to think about such things.

“Then… what now?”

Spike’s eyes drifted to the giant cock. It was currently on the male again. Then she licked her lips.

The funny thing was, What Had Been Spike had had little interest in males. Sure, What Had Been Spike tried it with a stallion once in his early twenties, but he’d decided it wasn’t for him. Now, though… she wanted it. The other piece of her hadn’t had a cock in centuries. 

“I must affirm my female nature,” Spike murmured, almost to herself. “I keep thinking of myself as Spike, but… that’s not what or who I am anymore…”

“Who are you then?” Ember asked. One of her claws traced her netherlips as she watched the giant tits shift back to the female figure as the male figure got enormous hips. 

“Somedragon new,” Spike said. “I am Spike and I am Remothi. And now… I need a new name to show that.”

Ember leered a little at Spike, then she licked her muzzle. “Mmmm… considering how that dick of yours felt…”

Spike grinned at her. “Yes?”

The new Succubus gave Spike a wicked grin. Her eyes glinted red with lust. “How about I call you ‘Barb?’” 

Spike laughed, her tits bouncing, her wings flaring. “I won’t have that for much longer. I have one more in me… then it’s gone.”

“Can I still call you it?” 

There was a note of subservience in Ember’s voice that Spike found simply delicious. She licked her muzzle and nodded slowly.

“Yes.” Spike’s wings twitched as she sent a wave of gentle magic pulsing over her Succubus. “But only in private or with your sisters. Otherwise, you must address me properly.”

Ember openly stroked herself as she stared into Spike’s eyes. Her tongue lolled out of her muzzle and she smiled in pleasure. Spike could feel the command take root in Ember’s Lust Heart. 

“Of course, Mistress Barb,” Ember said in a voice simply coated in lust and gratitude. 

“Good pet,” Spike said. 

Ember whined a little. Her bright Lust Heart shone a bit brighter.

Spike reached forward and stroked Ember’s blue and violet Lust Heart. Ember stiffened and gasped, her eyes going wide. Spike smiled again, then slipped a claw into Ember’s glowing font of lust magic.

“Barbbbbbb…” Ember groaned as her tits shivered, her wings went out of control and her magic went wild. 

Spike stood there, only a quarter of a claw within her new Succubus, smiling as she felt Ember try to feed off of her. Only a Succubus could properly service another Succubus’s Lust Heart. In the Realm though… it was completely different. And Spike remembered all too well what it felt like.

It was like having a grounding rod in the center of a dragon’s chest, connected to every single pleasure nerve in the body, then connected three ways to every sexual thought in a dragon’s mind.

Then it was like being struck by lightning. 

Spike slipped her finger out and Ember tried to catch her breath. Her Lust Heart was already stronger and Spike felt a surge of pride of at her new Awkward Shadowscale.

Then, her eyes slipped to the strange vague cock-like shape.

Once recovered from her experience with complete bliss, Ember sidled up to her and then followed Spike’s gaze.

“You said you need to reaffirm your feminine nature. Isn’t that right, Barb?” Ember chuckled. “That must mean…”

Spike slipped a finger inside herself, but knew the building lust inside of her wouldn’t be sated by anything as simple as a claw or even her new Succubus’s eager tongue.

“Mmm… I need a cock inside of me. A male’s cock.”

Spike groaned as her mind began to fully focus on what she needed to take the next step of claiming the mantle of the Queen of the Succubi.

“I must have a male inside me… and then…” Spike moaned and licked her lips. “I must Feast on him.”

“Feast… Barb? What… what do you mean?”

Spike met Ember’s red eyes and she smiled.

“Simple.” Spike purred. “I fuck all the male out of him. When I’m done… there will be nothing left but another very eager Succubus.”
> Dark Plots
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The thought of Feasting on a male filled Spike with a hunger she could barely control. It was a shadow of a dragon’s greed, but refined into something more carnal. 

“You’ll… oooo….” Ember started to stroke herself again. “You actually can do that?”

Spike nodded. “The new Succubus will become immensely powerful as a result. I must replace some of the maleness with my own Lust.”

“But… will they still serve you?”

Spike smiled warmly again and stroked her beautiful Succubus. “She’ll serve us. For you are my First. As my power grows, so will yours.”

Ember’s eyes lit up like tiny bonfires at that. Still, she looked concerned. “But… she can’t threaten you, right?”

“No…” Spike mused. “She’ll be loyal. Don’t worry about that. Still, a dragon can be loyal and not always be faithful. So, we must find somedragon suited for the task. I might… have a few… oooh… ideas…”

Lustfire seemed to be burning all around them now and Spike could feel the connection beginning to fade. 

It was time.

It was time to accept her new body in full and cast off the last piece of her old masculinity. 

“Oh!” Ember gasped, her hips rolling as if something had just thrust within her sex. “Oh… I can feel you Barb…”

Spike’s hips bucked of their own accord. Yes, she was definitely returning to the real world now. She could feel Ember’s greedy pussy milking Spike’s large dick. Ember started to fade away, slipping back in reality, moaning all the while.

Spike glanced behind her and smiled when she saw her two figures locked together in a passionate and lusty embrace.

Then, a blast of violet lustflame consumed her. 

She moaned… and Ember was again atop her dick. 

“Barb…” Ember moaned as her scales ground against Spike’s. “Please… cum in me… I… I need it…”

She looked incredible atop Spike’s last piece of maleness. Her sex stretched wide, Spike could see her cock sliding in and out of the Dragon Lord. Ember’s tits bounced with every heaving thrust. Her dark indigo blue wings were spread as wide as Spike’s. Her ass felt amazing against Spike’s legs. Ember’s tail twisted about, curling back and forth as the flushed Succubus impaled herself again and again on her cock.

Spike could feel the magic begin to build within her cock. Her balls had already vanished into the magic, but she didn’t need them to provide her dear Shadowscale with seed. It bathed her like the soft embrace of a lava pit after a hard day of ‘diplomacy.’

Then, Spike focused on Ember’s glowing Lust Heart. It seemed so eager. So hungry. The magic tendrils still connected the Queen of the Succubi to her newest Shadowscale. Spike could still feel the wonderful phantom sensation of her own dick in Ember’s aching sex. 

Spike reveled in it… and then, she felt it. While her spirit may still not have settled, her body had. And it was time to take her true form.

“Oh… oh Barb…” Ember’s eyes went wide as lustflame poured from Spike’s Lust Heart. “What… oooh!”

The lustflame slipped down Spike’s supple scales and rolled up Ember’s legs. She gasped as it began to coat her hips. The violet dancing flames didn’t burn, of course. It just… enhanced. 

Spike let out a moan as her hips bucked automatically while the lustflame gathered as the base of her cock. As soon as it had a firm grip at the base of her dick, the lustflame expanded in all directions. In moments, it had slipped over Spike’s enormous tits, her delicate claws, down across her sopping sex and around her wings.

In less than thirty seconds, Ember was fucking a succubus with a cock… who burned with purple flames. 

Spike sighed, remembering times both taking and being taken while being wrapped in the delicate embrace of her lustflames. It was so tempting just to lose herself in the warmth of the moment, but she had one last task to do.

The lustflame tinged the magical threads connecting their Lust Hearts. That was the moment she’d been waiting for.

Spike’s claws gripped Ember’s hips and their eyes met. Ember’s licked her lips, knowing full well what was about to happen. 

“This… oooh… will elevate you… ooh!” Spike groaned, her control slipping by the second. She’d already held on too long as it was. She didn’t… she didn’t know…

“This will… elevate… to… my… oh fuck it!”

Spike’s hips thrust hard into Ember’s pussy. She screamed in delight as Spike’s powerful claws brought her down to meet her. Their hips crashed together and lustflame spattered all over the floor. 

The magic between them became like a torrent of arcane power.

Then… at long last, Spike came.

The first burst of cum erupted into Ember’s greedy sex. Spike instantly felt her wonderful Succubus absorb the cum and the cum’s power. Ember let out a lewd moan and Spike could feel every splash of her seed inside Ember’s sex. But the second burst comes faster than the first, then the third… then numbers cease to mean anything.

Ember ground down on Spike’s cock, keeping herself sealed tightly against him. After a few seconds, the lustflame around Spike’s dick began to swell. Ember gasped and Spike felt the echo of heat in Ember’s pussy.

“Oh… yes!” Ember cried. “It’s… like being fucked with fiery sex itself! Fuck me, Barb! Fill me up! I want it all!”

At this point, Spike couldn’t stop if she wanted to. Her lust flame fled from her body and swirled around her spasming dick. In moments, Ember was washed in violet flames and moaning as the magic made her feel things impossible for any normal dragonness to feel.

Spike kept thrusting. Then, a primal urge overtook her. In a sudden flurry of wings and legs, she had Ember pinned beneath her. Ember’s groaned in ecstasy, her hips never stopping. 

Then, Spike rammed even deeper into her. Ember’s back arched in pleasure and she lost both coherent speech—and if their connection was any sign—coherent thought. The pleasure overwhelmed her, sweeping her away into her lusts.

This time, Spike let those same lusts sweep her away.

Spike pounded the dragonness into the flaming earth and reveled in the sheer power of the moment. This is what she was meant to do. This was the heart of being a Succubi. This was her purpose. Her being. Her life. Her existence.

Pleasure.

Something changed in Ember beneath her. Spike felt a new strength in her First. A new need. A need she wanted to encourage.

A need that was only natural.

And Spike fed her lovely new Succubus.

Ember’s eyes snapped open. Her mouth opened in shock. She tried to say something… but nothing came out other than heated gasps of desire.

Spike smiled, relaxed a little and let Ember take control. In moments, they were flipped once more… and Spike was shrinking.

“It’s… it’s… mmmm,” Ember moaned. “I’m gonna miss it…”

Spike smiled warmly as she felt the final changes come over her.

“Don’t worry, pet,” Spike whispered. “You’ll get plenty more. And when I gain enough strength, I promise you’ll get it first when I can recast the spell.”

“Promise?” Ember asked. Her enormous tits jiggled as she reached out and took Spike’s claws. Their fingers intertwined.

“Of course.”

Spike looked into Ember’s eyes and smiled at the real tenderness there. Yes, Ember was a creature of lust now—just like her—but the only way she could take up the mantle of First is if she truly had feelings for Spike. Other Succubi would be different. But the First had to be based on lust and love.

Spike had learned that the hard way a very long time ago. After escaping, she had ensured that mistake would never happen again. 

Ember leaned down to kiss her just as Spike’s cock gave it’s final burst into Ember’s waiting sex. Spike’s eyes rolled back into her head and she gasped.

When Ember’s lips met Spike’s… they met the lips of a true dragoness. The two dragonesses kissed. Their large breasts rubbed against one another. Slick and smooth hips slid against one another. And two Lust Hearts tingled as they met.

They lay like that for a time, just luxuriating in the simple act of being together. But they both knew that while Spike’s body may now be fully female… her spirit wasn’t. 

However, Ember apparently wanted some time with Spike the Dragoness first. She demonstrated this by sliding off of the Succubi Queen, running an eager clawed hand down Spike’s smooth crotch, and slipping a finger into her sex.

Spike’s hips bucked and she grinned.

“So eager for more already?”

“Well,” Ember’s Succubi eyes glittered. “I wanted to show you a trick Enrixa showed me.”

“Mmmm…” Spike hummed and spread her legs, revealing her wet sex to the Awakened Dragonscale. “By all means, Dragon Lord.”

“Of course, My Queen.”

Spike laughed… and then gasped as Ember began to show her quite the trick indeed.
> Lava Curves
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You’re sure you want him?”

Spike smiled at her beloved First Shadowscale. Ember had decided on flowing dark indigo robes—the same color as Spike’s new magic—while Spike herself wore a tight-fitting dress of almost violent purple and crimson.

Of course, it didn’t really matter right now, as they were both shrouded in an invisibility aura as they looked out over the grand marketplace of Dragon’s Reach. 

Spike had seen it all before. Hundreds of carts and shops and vendors in the very heart of the enormous mountain. The sight so busy that it made her ache. So many of her kind here. Even if they weren’t Shadowscales, they were still hers. Even now, she could sense a few tents where the unleashed magic of a few hours ago still drove dragons into fucking one another with abandon.

She couldn’t help but feed off of them a little.

“He has the potential,” Spike said as she eyed one of the stores built into the stone of the mountain. “Once properly trained, of course.”

“Are you sure we can just enjoy… a few first?” Ember pleaded, looking out over the grand marketplace with need. “Before we get to him, I mean. I’m… just… well, you’ve had forever to control these urges.”

Spike leaned over and caressed her First’s chest. “And you’ve only had a couple hours.”

Ember trembled as Spike stroked her. “Barb, you’re… ahh, stop it or else…”

Spike giggled softly. She’d been happy to see that Ember’s transformation hadn’t truly done much to change her personality. Unlike Spike of course, but that was to be expected when one merged with the Queen of Succubi. 

Still, the fact that Ember needed to be pinned down three times in the depths of the mountain and driven to scream Spike’s name seemed a bit excessive.

“Or else, what?” Spike asked, her hands squeezing the sensitive orbs.

“I’m either going to jump you or somedragon here!” Ember hissed.

“Or…” Spike whispered. “I could just make you this excited all the time, my dear Ember.”

Ember’s eyes went wide as she trembled again. Her body seemed moments away from climax.

“Depends on how slutty you can be for him,” Spike replied with a smile and a wink.

“Barb, please, let me cum,” Ember pleaded as Spike pulled her hands away. 

Spike just smiled at her as Ember’s hands started to wander her own body helplessly, trying to sate her lust. Unable to pounce on anydragon for the simple reason that Spike had reached in and prevented her from doing it.

“Are you attracted to him?” Spike asked softly. “And tell the truth, or else the lust will simply grow.”

“I… I don’t…” Ember whined. “Of course not… aah!”

The moment she said it, she began to pant and squirm, her wings twitching softly, her face flushed as she tried to finger herself to orgasm, but it wasn’t enough.

“Yes!” Ember confessed finally, her eyes screwed shut as she fell back and started to thrash on the ground in need. “I’ve… I’ve always wondered. He’s… annoying but… he’s kinda hot!”

Spike smiled, lifted up her First Shadowscale’s dress, and slowly slid her tongue along her beautiful pussy. The moment she reached the top, Ember came, crying out her name and bucking her hips.

Spike slowly crawled over her succubus and stared into her eyes, ignoring the flushed features and hungry expression.

“This afternoon, we’re his sluts,” Spike whispered with a smile.

Ember finally nodded with a resigned sigh. Spike giggled and patted her on the cheek.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he gets you to cum only using his tongue after I’m done with him.”

Ember perked up a little at this.

Twenty minutes later, they entered the lava sculpture shop and Spike let their invisibility ward fade. Despite that, it was impossible for their target to recognize them. Ember had used her magic to become a shade of soft red, while Spike had fully given into her purple and black motif.

“Yeah, yeah… give me a sec!” grumbled a voice from the other side of the curtain. 

Spike glanced around the store and found herself moderately impressed. Their target didn’t seem the artistic type and lava carving wasn’t the easiest of trades. She’d have to make sure that part of him stayed intact. There were some pieces of busy dragonesses she found rather appealing.

“Welcome to Garble’s Lava Curves…” said a well-built red and orange dragon as he came out of the curtain. He was polishing something in his claws when he looked up to see two very curvy dragonesses in his shop. “Uh…”

While this dragon had been little more than a pain in the tail to Spike and Ember before, now she could feel the very faint connection to her noble blood. It would have never made him a natural shadowscale, but he would be bound by his queen. 

Either way, just seeing him gave the new Spike all sorts of warm ideas. After all, she did need to Feast.

“Hello there, handsome…” Spike cooed as she sauntered forward. “I have to say, I’ve heard about your shop, but I never thought I’d get to see it for myself.”

“What?” Garble frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Why not?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Dragon’s Reach, honey.” Spike set her hands on the glass countertop and leaned forward, enough to give him quite the view. “And I’d say just seeing you—I mean, your store, was worth the trip.”

Garble began to smile. Spike had to hide a smirk. This male had always been too cocky for his own good. Well, that was okay. She could use that.

“Well, I do have the best in the city,” Garble proclaimed as he gestured to a pair of dragonesses moments away from kissing. “Everydragon comes to get their little piece of fun.”

“Oh yes,” Spike nodded as she walked over and gently stroked one of the figures, sighing as she did so. “I’ve heard your work usually is quite fun. Crimson here was just telling me about it.”

Spike glanced at Ember, who rolled her eyes again at Spike’s chosen nickname for her. She, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off Garble since he walked in.

“That’s… that’s right…” Ember said, walking up beside Spike and gently—and obviously—caressing her thick ass. “Your pieces have been an… inspiration to us.”

Garble looked back and forth between the two of them as he realized what he was seeing. That made Spike smile. He wasn’t actually as dumb as he looked.

“Inspired, huh? Like this one?” He gestured to the pair almost making out.

Ember nodded slowly and turned to face Spike. Spike did the same.

“So inspirational…” Ember whispered. “Makes us want to act them out…”

Spike smiled and nodded in approval and then sent that approval through her bond with her First Succubus. That drove Ember to step forward and plant a kiss on Spike’s lips. Spike eagerly returned it and the two let their tongues interwine for a while before separating and looking at Garble together.

He was bright red—well, more bright red. And his clothes were a bit tight in an area. Spike decided it was time to push things a bit.

“I don’t suppose you have any more… intimate poses available to purchase?” Spike cooed, running a finger down the dragon’s white dress shirt. “We have such a terrible weakness for them.”

Garble swallowed before the cocky grin came back.

“As a matter of fact… I might in the back,” he said quickly. “Let me just… flip the sign so we’re not disturbed as you view them.”

He scrambled out from behind the display case, but Spike grabbed him to give him a kiss on the cheek as he went by. He went even brighter red as he practically ran to the door and slammed it shut. He flipped a sign, then rushed back behind the counter.

Spike and Ember smiled at him warmly.

“We’d be eager to see anything you have to show us,” Spike cooed.

“Anything at all.” Ember smiled, squeezing her chest together just a bit.

Spike hadn’t realized just how strong her compulsion about Garble would be to Ember. She hoped it wouldn’t have side effects. 

Garble, however, took everything in stride, pulling back the curtain and guiding the two dragonesses to the back of the store. 

The back of Garble’s store was like most retail places, full of boxes, cabinets and tools, save for one wall hidden behind a curtain.

“Now, normally you have to be referred to me before I show these…” Garble said with a smile and a wink, trying to turn to hide his raging erection. “But, exceptions can be made for beautiful dragonesses such as yourselves…”

“Mmm.” Spike smiled, idly playing with the outline of a nipple on her dress. “Remind me to thank you later.”

Garble adjusted his pants again and pulled on a rope, revealing five shelves. Each had a meticulous sculpture. And each were of dragons being very, very naughty.

Spike felt her own heat growing as her eyes wandered over the luscious bodies intertwined with one another. Some were female… one went up to five females. Some were males, though that only went up to three. Many were mixes. She found the ones she wanted in a matter of moments, as they were nicely labeled.

“I think…” Spike moaned softly. “I’m… I’m feeling… inspired… by… B6…”

Ember’s eyes drifted in that direction—she’d already been rubbing at her sex—and she gasped. “Oh by the Queen, I… it’s hard to think of anything else…”

Spike looked up at Garble with pleading eyes. “I… forgot to mention that we’re both… well, in heat. Do… you mind if we were inspired here? In exchange, you’re… welcome to watch…”

Garble gaped as Ember slipped in close and began to run her hands over Spike’s dress.

“Please watch,” Ember cooed, lost in both the role and lust. “I love seeing a cock occasionally when we play. Maybe jerk off to us? I wouldn’t mind playing after…”

“G-go ahead…” Garble whispered, his hand already in his pants.

Spike smiled again. “We’re going to have to thank you properly… in a few minutes.”

She kissed Ember hard and the First Succubus moaned into her mouth, eagerly surrendering to the lust. It took them only minutes to be stark naked. Thankfully, a life amount ponies—more than a few treated sex as a spectator sport—made Spike less than shy. The rest was handled by the Queen of the Succubi.

Soon, Ember was crying out constantly as Spike suckled her dark teat while fingering her wildly. Meanwhile, Ember was shoving three fingers into Spike’s pussy while massaging the other teat. Neither lasted long as they both screamed their pleasure to the skies. Only then did they look at Garble. 

His cock was out and in his hand, rock hard and leaking cum as if he’d just burst. The sight of it drove a surge of need through Spike. That cock was how she was going to get a new name. Not only that, but  now Ember was so needy, she couldn’t stand to not have a cock.

“We need to thank you for this,” Spike cooed as her naked body swayed toward him. “How about a blowjob?”

“Followed by fucking me and then her?” whispered Ember.

Garble just nodded weakly.

“Good boy,” Spike said as she knelt down, her pussy practically dripping with heat and gave into her lusts. 

Thankfully, every part of Spike that had been bullied by Garble in the past had been properly adjusted by the Queen of the Succubi, so there was no hesitation as she wrapped her long tongue around his maleness. 

Garble gasped in shock as Spike lengthened her tongue so she could wrap his entire cock in eager salvia and even more eager flesh.

“How… how are you doing that?” Garble managed to whisper between the moans. 

Ember had slipped up behind him, starting to undress the drake as Spike worked her tongue back and forth on him.

“She has more practice than you can believe,” Ember cooed in his ear as she pulled off his shirt and revealed chiseled scales. Her hands wandered over them, playing with his pecs. “Just let her do her magic. There’s nodragon better.”

Garble nodded absently and Spike took that as her cue to begin the real festivities. With her tongue still swirling, she began to slowly slide the male between her lips, making sure to suckle every few moments, while her tongue continued to tease him.

“Oh by the Ancients…” Garble whimpered. 

“She’s good, right?” Ember said as her hands began to swirl with magic Garble didn’t see.

Spike reached the halfway point, sliding her tongue back into her mouth and readjusting it. She let out a lusty little moan that wasn’t even remotely fake.

It had been so long since she’d done this to a healthy, strong drake. It was almost a shame she’d have to Feast upon his tasty maleness.

Ember fondled Garble’s chest, sending a brief pulse of dark energy into the drake. Spike immediately let out a humming moan of pleasure that would easily distract him from the seed. In moments, it touched Garble’s ancient blood, beginning the process of making him one of hers. Despite the distraction, the drake gasped again and looked confused.

That’s when Spike took the entirety of the dragon into her mouth and suckled hard, teasing the underside with her tongue.

“Oh wow…  You’re… you’re really good at this.”

Spike smiled. In truth, she hadn’t done it before, of course, but at the same time, she’s done it thousands of times. She let herself get into the familiar motions, teasing his balls, going between kisses and tongue-play. She unleashed all her usual tricks, many of which had been forgotten over the centuries. 

Garble seemed to enjoy them.

All the while, Ember worked on him from above, riling him up with little whispers and promises, encouragements and lusty needs. How much she was looking forward to getting her chance with the cock. How obedient she’d be. How all of this made her know she was his slut.

Then, Spike hummed again, just the right pitch to trigger the best part. A bit of magic woven into the hum was more than enough to make the drake yell as he began to erupt in thick molten cum. He babbled something and adorably tried to take control by grabbing Spike’s head, but Ember snatched his greedy claws and held them above his head.

“She’s the one in charge right now,” Ember moaned in his ear, fingering herself as he unloaded burst after burst down Spike’s throat. “Just let it happen.”

Garble stopped resisting her, but Ember kept him pinned. It seemed to make him even more excited. A good sign that the seed had taken solid root within the drake.

Eventually, the cum slowed, much to Spike’s disappointment. It reminded her of happier days when she had a dozen consorts at her beck and call, all eager to serve their Queen. It was so intense she now knew why Twilight had loved doing it so much to him. He wondered if he’d tasted as good as Garble.

She slowly slid her lips off of the gasping drake. His hips continued to buck as his eyelids fluttered open. Spike smiled at him, reaching forward to give him a gentle kiss even as her left hands swirled with her dark violet magic. She drove a pulse into his crotch and he gasped as his cock, which had begun to soften, started to rise once more.

“Crimson here is a little… desperate to be taken by you,” Spike whispered. 

She held out a claw and pointed, but even Spike wasn’t ready for the sign of a softly mewling and disguised Ember on all fours, presenting herself like a pony in full heat. 

“Please…” Ember whimpered as she slipped a finger inside of her pussy for him. “Fill me Garble, fill me like the slutty little breeder I am!”

Spike blinked. She’d definitely need to make some adjustments to how impressionable Ember was to her commands.

After he fucked her and Spike feasted on him, of course.

Meanwhile, Garble had already gotten down and his gem-hard cock was sliding nearer and nearer to the pleading Dragon Lord.

Spike settled on the ground, slipping a finger into her pussy as she readied herself for the show.