Spike lives a life in a constant struggle between assistant and agent. But on his hundredth—and last—mission, he finds Fluttershy not as she seems... and she also seems SUPER into him.
Spike lives a life in a constant struggle between assistant and agent. But on his hundredth—and last—mission, he finds Fluttershy not as she seems... and she also seems SUPER into him.
Will the dragon be able to get over his guilt of living a double life? Will the mission to stop a magic devouring machine end in a bust? And just how crazy does Fluttershy get in the middle of a fight?
Spike and 'Shy: Sexy Spies! B_25 for Midnight Radiance
It killed me, it really did, when I felt the welling of flames in my chest, the seeing of green fire blasting before my eyes, and having to reach my stubby arms out to reach the falling parcel. But nothing—nothing—was worse than seeing, once it landed in my open claws, the red wax impressed with the letter 'S.'
“What's the matter, Spike?” The hoofsteps of my best friend came up behind me, so I quickly turned, letting the contours of my digits slice the envelope open while I did so. Immediately, I withdrew the paper, offering Twilight a quick nod. “A letter from Princess Celestia? Huh. It's been a while since she's written to us.”
To me? It hadn't been long enough.
While my eyes gazed across the text, I didn't read the lines of words, but rather, what was said between them. Already, my chest became tense. “It's for me. Princess Celestia is asking me to come up for the weekend for... royal business.”
“Really? That's great!” Twilight clopped her hooves together with a smile that overtook both sides of her muzzle. I did my best to smile in response, feeling happy that my best friend, THE Twilight Sparkle, was proud of me. “You'll get to hang around Canterlot and help around! Oh, you're going to have so much fun, Spike!”
The weight of the letter grew heavier by the second, feeling like a leaf one moment, to the weight of a mountain the next. I couldn't take it. My claw dropped to the side underneath the weight, and it took my lingering strength to no let the scroll fall to the ground.
“Well? There's no sense in keeping the princesses waiting!” Something soft and warm slipped over my shoulder and down my back, and in a second, the pressure from it caused me to walk. Twilight was next to me, holding me, guiding me. “You're the first dragon to assist Canterlot Castle like this, Spike.”
I tucked my lips inward and did my best to no close my eyes.
“If you keep this up,” Twilight continued to say, “then just imagine what you will become!”
Twilight had been proud of me for most of my life, sure, but she only became really proud when Princess Celestia first enrolled me in 'royal business'. All I ever wanted in life, what I truly desired... was for Twilight to be proud of me.
And she was.
Twilight was proud of me.
But she was proud for all the wrong reasons.
Or rather.
Twilight didn't really know the reason why I was chosen for royal business.
I had left the Castle of Friendship that same afternoon. Twilight was kind enough to walk me to the train station. She'd even packed my suitcase, a bit oversized for my size, and helped me carry it there. It was nice of her to do that—even if I would be ditching the thing as soon as I got to Canterlot.
We came to the wooden landing platform, shared a quick hug, have a few sincere words, and then Twilight watched me board the train. There weren't many ponies around, so I got through the tight doors easily enough. By the time I took my seat, the train was already resuming its trek across the lands, and by the time I made it to the window, I'd missed my chance to wave goodbye to Twilight.
“Oh well,” I grumbled to myself, throwing the suitcase on the seat next to the window, before sitting down next to it. Blowing a hot breath against the glass, I then wiped it down with a fist, seeing the town of Ponyville looking so tiny from afar. “I'll... be home soon enough.”
That's how I spent most of the trip, really. Looking out the window at the changing and sloping land afar, seeing nothing but longs fields of flat green afar. My imagination always played with the sights. Like what if I was standing out there in that open land, a sword in my claw, facing off against another dragon in some epic battle?
Or, on the softer side, since homesickness was already gnawing at my heart: all of the girls together, sitting around on a giant picnic blanket, having a huge feast outdoors while the breeze brushed our scales and furs.
Closing my eyes, I imagined the sight; I imagined what it felt like to be surrounded by the girls again.
“Spike? Is that you?” the voice, sudden and soft, snapped me back to the train. “It really is you! I thought for a moment that this booth was free, but I couldn't tell if you were a part of the seat.” By the time I turned my head over, the yellow mare was stepping into the room, the thin door sliding closed behind her. “What are you doing here? And all by yourself!”
Patience snapped within my belly. “You do know I'm an adult, right?”
“Oh! I um, s-sorry Spike, you know that I—“ Fluttershy looked down at her hooves, which shuffled in the same place on the ground. She was caught in both her words and her movement—despite not having meant any harm. “I-It's just you're always going everywhere with Twilight and that you're small but not that small that you—“
I wanted to punch myself in the face. “N-No! You're fine! You're good! You don't have to explain yourself.” I'd been waving my claws in the air the whole time, slowing pushing them down, hoping that would calm her down as well. “I'm the one getting wound up over nothing. Please, don't worry about it. Take a seat!”
Fluttershy glanced up at me for a second, and I don't know what it was, but there was a glint to her turquoise eyes. Beneath the surface, something lingered, something bright and passionate. The way she looked at me... my skills tickled my senses.
But with a pretty girl like Fluttershy, my heart was also bound to play tricks on me.
“Thanks for that, Spike.” She flashed me a quick smile before turning around, almost causing me to turn my head around. The sunny globes of her flanks faced me directly, and the long, silky strawberry strands of her tail accentuated her backside perfectly. “If I had to make this whole trip alone, I'm not sure exactly what I would have done!”
Fluttershy then arched her back out slightly, pushing out her heavy ass closer to me, glimpsing me with the sight of paradise. The scent of shampoo resonated from her tail, the soft tickle of berries surrounded it. “Sitting alone on these things always makes my rump sore! Maybe it's too much to ask, but having a special masseuse on the train would have been nice!”
Was this girl trying to play with me? No! Get a grip of yourself, Spike. Fluttershy was an innocent kind of mare. She doesn't give much thought to the effect her... butt could have on others! She really is just... sore.
“T-Tell me about it!” I replied. “And the bumps in the tracks don't help much either.” I rubbed a claw against my lower back for effect. “I mean, it sure as heck beats riding on Twilight's back while she's trotting—but its still just a pain. You know?”
“Mmmhmm. I'm sure that Twilight left you aching when she was done!” I opened my mouth to comment on that, but Fluttershy continued speaking. “Always running around, jumping about, making her hold onto her mane! Teleporting when you're not ready.” Finally, she turned around, her cute expression facing me. “She never takes proper care of you once she's done, does she?” [c]
“In fact, she doesn't!” I found myself being taken away by her words, the subtle care in them, giving me a chance to express all the pent up energy inside of me. “She'll complain about how much I weigh! I mean, sure, I'm getting bigger—but I'm getting bigger because I'm getting taller, right?'
I read through my words before they even kept out but, due to Fluttershy's nature, she kept offering me a smile, nodding her eyes, both green eyes set on me. Soft. Round. Fragile. They reflected me better than what I honestly looked.
“And every time we're done with some mission or whatever, if though Twilight's always the one throwing me about, it's her that feels like I deserve to give her a massage!” I held up my claws, wiggling digits to exaggerate my contours. “Don't get me wrong, having claws are great! The only issue? Everypony with hooves wants to take a crack at them.”
“Oh dear...”
I leaned back into my seat, tilted my head back, and huffed. “Twilight's always making me spend an hour on her back. I swear, one time, she had me give her rump the same treatment.” My eyes lowered onto Fluttershy. “But don't tell anyone I told you that.”
But Fluttershy was staring down at her hooves. “Now I'm just feel horrible.”
I blinked. “Huh? W-Why?! Did I say something rude? Ack! I didn't mean. Sometimes, when I talk a lot, the words just come out and—“
“I-It's okay! You didn't do anything wrong.” Fluttershy's lips shivered against each other. “Rather, I'm the awful pony.” She lifted her muzzle slightly, her eyes looking all the way up at me. She almost looked like a guilty filly, and her adorable levels rose in response. “When I saw you in here, I was glad! I wasn't going to have to take the train ride alone.”
“But what's wrong with—“
“And I also remembered how good you are with your claws, and was wondering, maybe hoping... that you could have helped with the tension in my flanks.” She then whirled herself to the side, causing the cheeks of her round rump to jiggle softly, settling into place once she became still. “I've been sitting on them for nearly all day. I just knew I should have walked around the train more!”
Was... Fluttershy trying to put on a show for me? She turned around completely, the long waterfall of her pink tail lowering as to give me a better view. My eyes greedily devoured the soft curve of each of cheeks, admiring the peach fuzz that layered it. The texture of her ass was the perfect blend of firmness transitioning into softness.
“I tried rubbing it myself, and well, i-it's like you said.” This girl was crazy! One of her hooves reached back to her right flank, impressing into it, letting me see how anything could easily sink into it. And worse—or maybe better—was when she started moving her cheek in circles. “It doesn't do much actually to help.”
I gulped. What the heck was I supposed to do here anyway? I wasn't on any case, so I couldn't act out of character. I'd done the... deed plenty of times before, but never for a friend! But this was Fluttershy, and so far, she was the second pony that knew I was off to Canterlot for royal business.
And...
...am I really going to drop the opportunity to rub Fluttershy's ass?
Grr! Don't think about it like that, you stupid dragon!
“I guess I don't mind.”
I coughed into my claw with my head turned away, though really, my eyes still glanced over to check out Fluttershy's impressive backside. The plushness of each of her cheeks, and the caramel coating of fuzz, all accentuated by the silky pink strands of her tail that sometimes rested across them... I was not a strong enough dragon to ignore such things.
“You really don't? Oh my! You're the best sweetest dragon ever!”
Fluttershy didn't waste any time to hopping up on the seat. She nearly pranced on to it. Then turning to me, she set her forelegs over my lap, her hind legs just before, towering over me.
My heart pounded in my chest. Did this girl know what she was doing to me? When my eyes glanced up, the long, soft slope of her underbelly greeted me.
I guess there are a few advantages to being a small dragon after all.
But all those thoughts escaped my brain the moment her four legs buckled. Within seconds, the softness of her underbelly came crashing against my lap, legs, and crotch.
"And there we go! Hopefully, this will make things a whole lot easier for you!" Fluttershy's muzzle was far to my right, tilting slightly to glance back at me. "I hope that I'm, oh dear, not t-to heavy for you!"
"Fluttershy. You're a pegasus. It's kinda for any of you to get heavy."
"O-Oh! That's right! That was silly of me." She beat a hoof against her snout lightly, though something felt off... about everything. "This whole train ride is affecting me more than I thought." She smiled. "Good thing I came to you when I did?"
"Yeah... good thing you did." There was something wrong about all this. Fluttershy was sweet and innocent, sure. There was a lot of things about her that would slip by the average eye simply because it was her. But something in me—my better senses—maybe, were warning me about something. "I guess we should proably get started then. Are you sure you're cool with this?"
"Spike, I'm the one that asked you, silly." Fluttershy rolled a little on my lap, smothering my thighs with the softness of her belly. All the while, the curvature of her flanks jiggled. "I promise to do my best to keep still. But um, Spike?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"I'm also a bit ticklish back there," she went on to say, "so please forgive me if I fidget a bit."
Something about this situation was wrong. Who just rubs the butt of one of their sexiest friends? But what was I supposed to do? Deny her now? Things were already awkward. Leaving now would just confirm to her exactly why this was awkward to begin with.
You're already having a bad enough day as it is. If your friend is letting you have a little fun with her body... can't your mind take a break from work at least once?
So I followed her request. My claws trembled while I did so. Raising them into the air, I slowly laid them on her back, feeling her body shudder in response.
"Nnngh! Mmmhmm." Fluttershy gave a drunk kind of giggle. "Your claws feel r-really good on my back, Spike. They feel so small, but they also feel so sharp."
I arched an eyebrow. "Wait a second. I thought you were scared of sharp claws on dragons?"
"That's because of what they're able to do. I'm scared of that." Fluttershy flicked her mane aside while she faced me, smiling. "But you're using that sharpness to be precise and, well, help me!"
I stared down at the contours of my claws. The purple digits, long and sharp, rested along her field of yellow, rising, falling, in tandem with the breaths and shudders beneath the surface.
"Something scary... stop beings scary... when it becomes helpful?"
"At least, sometimes, it's like that way with me!" Fluttershy's eyes then narrowed. "But um, w-will you be starting soon? Ponies may get the wrong idea if they see us like this."
Wait. So she did know something was off about all of this? More and more a tornado of confusion whirled my coherence away.
Or maybe I was overthinking things. Fluttershy knew something like this was odd, sure, but because it was a trusted friend, it stopped being odd.
At least, that's how I hoped things were. Either way, it didn't matter. Fluttershy had asked me to do something, and it was something that I wanted to do.
I glanced down the long expanse of her back, watching it subtly curve into softness and plushness. The slope of her cheeks rested just to the right of my legs.
"Oh, sorry! They may be a bit far away." Fluttershy arched her back slightly, pressing her belly further into my crotch. The soft furs of her coat brushed against my slit, stimulating what laid within. "Let me bring myself a bit closer."
I couldn't believe it. Fluttershy was bringing her ass closer to me! She moved forward and arched her back, raising her supple ass closer to my face. With a gulp, my eyes set on each of her plump flanks.
"I k-know it proably doesn't have to be said," Fluttershy was already looking away when I came to face her----like she was making herself blind to me, allowing me to do, like I were in the privacy of my bedroom, anything I would like to do to her body "But you can do whatever you like back there. I know you're a good dragon, so I trust you."
You trust a dragon of all creatures to not get greedy with the best rump in all of Ponyville? I had to take deep breaths to keep myself in check, but slowly, my breathing was becoming panting. It's like she's setting fair terms on an unfair situation!
But I let myself go. While Fluttershy was busy looking outside the window, bobbing her head to the rhythm of her humming, I focused on getting to work.
Fluttershy's butt was just to the right of me, held slightly in the air, mine for the taking. Rasing my claws, I brought them over to her rump, hovering my palms inches away from her flanks.
And then, with a deep breath, I let my claws touch.
Then I felt paradise.
My claws sunk into the cheeks of her bed unlike any pillow in Canterlot Castle was capable of. Fluttershy's rump felt precisely as it looked----only ten times better.
"O-Oh! Now that's a different feeling!" Fluttershy giggled from afar. "Whenever anypony places their hooves back there, they just kind of sink in! But I can feel each of your claws moving back there, actually grabbing me!"
Okay. There was so much about that last line that I wanted to question, but the haze that had overtaken my mind stopped me from thinking straight. Instead, the rest of my digits curled into the plushness of her cheeks, seeing, feeling, the softness that welled up in the gaps between.
"Mmmhm! That feels nice."
Really? Grabbing her ass was enough for her? I wasn't even sure how I was supposed to massage something like her flanks, but apparently, kneading them was enough for her at the moment.
So I did as I please. I let my claws curl along the slope of her cheeks, feeling the fuzz coating them tickling along my scales. It accentuated the sensation. Of having soft fur give way to even more delicate softness.
"I-I think you're starting to get the hang of it, Spike." Fluttershy's voice sounded strained, like she was biting her bottom lip. "But can you maybe start doing more back there? I haven't had much of a chance to shake my flanks around."
That was the problem with her all this time? Not being able to move? It sounded like a poor excuse for us to do something like this----but I was all for it just the same.
With my claws on her cheek, I slowly pushed up her flanks, straining my forearms a little more than I thought. The surprising weight of her ass wasn't a bad thing.
But what the heck was I supposed to do? Lifting her flanks into the air, I then let go of them a second later, watching how they fell, how they bounced around, the subtle jiggles of her sunny roundness settling into place.
"Oooh! Now that's not playing fair, Spike." Fluttershy purred as her barrel leaned even more into me, the softness of her belly flattening against my crotch. Her rump rose closer toward me. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me."
I couldn't stop myself from smiling when she said those words. Taking her flanks back into my claws, I kneaded her softness again, suppressing a moan that billowed from the back of my throat.
But I wasn't content to keep it there. No way. My breaths became more oppressive, and my body was feeling lighter. The temperature of the booth gained with heat, building from subtle warmth to the starting steam of a sauna.
And Fluttershy herself wasn't playing nice either. My claws continued to play with the plumpness of her flanks. Squeezing and unsqueezing like her cheeks were like some stress balls.
And the mare herself? Her humming took to a more sinister pitch. Slowly, her body rocked in response to my touch, moving back and forth along my lap, rubbing me in a place where every sensation was intensified.
"I-Is this doing the trick for you at all?" I barely got the words out of my mouth, feeling my tongue rolling out after them. "Think that... maybe this... will help!"
I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could, moaning at the firmness that softly pressed back against my digits, flattening over and around them. My claws then started getting creative. My left claw went down; my right claw went up. I played with her flanks, moving them around, letting go and the grabbing hard, playing with her sunny delights.
"O-Oh, thank you! Mmmhm! This is what I've been needing!" Fluttershy enjoyed having her ass played with, grabbed and kneaded. The bliss of the girl soon carried over to me. "Keep working me like that! I can almost feel the tension going away!"
Fluttershy wasn't the only one with tension. Grabbing her ass and having her slender frame bounce on my crotch brought out what I had initially feared. My cock poked out from its slit, hard and growing.
O-Oh crap! If she feels that, it's game over for----
Any hope of that not happening was removed when Fluttershy raised entirely from my lap, giving my erection the space needed to lift into the air.
"Like that, Spike! G-Grab me harder!"
And just like that, her body fell onto my lap once more, sandwiching my cock between my right thigh and two of hers.
"Thank you so much for this!" Fluttershy continued. Her head tilted back with her mouth open. "It's like I can feel everything leaving my body!"
I gulped in response. My own head was rolled back in response to her movement. She was lifting her and dropping her lower body onto my lap and cock. Whenever she stayed on me long enough, she shifted back and forth, rubbing her softness over my hardness.
I... I'm not going to last much longer! Everything was killing me! Knowing that I was getting hard in public, that my stiffness was caught underneath the softness of my friend, all while I was grabbing her ass in an open booth... the aching in my cock was building quickly into a release I knew I couldn't hold back. I-I know! I just have to make sure that I do enough good work to her ass that she doesn't notice when I----
I squealed in delight when Fluttershy brought her hind legs closer together, the coat and thickness of her yellow thighs coming to either side of my slender joy, wrapping around my cock. My claws rested on her flanks, though I wasn't kneading them as hard as I could, and so, she was shoving her own backside into my claws in order to fill my palms with more of her butt.
And her thighs were straddling my cock while she did so, having them locked in her grip. Every swing forward and back was a pump along my dick. And it killed me when she did so.
Fluttershy plushy thighs flatten and locked around my cock, cooling my heated surface with her body. I wanted for nothing more than to grip myself down there and be done with this accursed arousal, but my claws were already filled with other things.
I... don't have much longer! She kept moving and rocking and bouncing on my member. Her cheeks kept pulling and slamming into my claws, making my digits knead them out of reflex. Strands of her silky tail sometimes brushed against the back of my claws, delivering upon me every pleasurable sensation ever to be known. I'm going to finish! I just... need to cover for it!
"I hope you're ready for the end of the massage!" I yelled while slapping my claws onto her flanks, gripping them as tightly as I could, then jiggling them about. "Because here you go!"
My claws then filled with layer after layer of her tush, feeling it fill out against my palm, well out between my digits, while the mare threw back her head and moaned her loudest.
And I did the same. Fluttershy squeezed her legs together with the same intensity that gripped her ass with. At once, the aching at the head of my cock broke down and blew up, my cum welling then expelling from my member.
I clenched my eyes with utter joy as shot after shot of arousal shot out from my body, depriving me of the pent-up sensation that troubled me this whole trip. The brushing of her fur across my skin coaxed more of my seed out----and I only hoped it all landed on the seat instead of her.
"Oh my! That's my stop right there!" Fluttershy body suddenly rose, the weight and pressure lifted from my dick, slightly to my dismay. "So sorry to cut this so short, but you were such a big help!" Fluttershy turned her head and brought her muzzle close, pecking me on the cheek. "I have such an important meeting after this, but I'm not so stressed about it thanks to you."
Fluttershy then hopped down from the seat, walking straight away to the door. She didn't glance back, which I was thankful for, since I had nothing to hide my exposed and exploding cock.
But when Fluttershy trotted out of the booth, she did so with a sway to her shapely hips, letting me admire the subtle jiggles of the flanks that once filled out within my claws.
Even worse than that, however, were the spots of white contrasting against the pink of her tail. The last thing I saw of Fluttershy was my seed hardening against the strands of her tail.
Liar. I never liked that word. I had been called many things in my life, both as an agent and an assistant, and by many ponies, from jerks to outright villains.
But none of them ever used that word against me.
Who was it that called me a liar incessantly?
Only myself.
And why was this the case?
Because during every perilous period in Equestria history, a letter would be sent to me, titled 'Royal Business.' It was the perfect excuse for me to spend a weekend away in Canterlot to complete whatever my duty as an agent required of me.
And the reason why I went? That's what I lied to Twilight about----all that so she would ultimately succeed as both a hero and a princess.
Even still.
I hated myself for it.
I walked across the red carted down the long, spacious hall. My claws were clasped together behind my head. I knew there was trouble when, upon reaching the tall, throne room doors that there were no guards posted.
There goes that idea! Would it be so hard, at least once, for Princess Celestia to use the royal summons letter as: 'Suprise! Here's a well deserved weekend vacation instead, Spike!'
But I only groaned as I pushed against the door. Another problem with having everything be hush-hush! I had to do everything everyone else was supposed to do for me.
"Who enters?"
"It's... your..." I threw my side against the bottom corner of the door, feeling every muscle in my body clench. The door slid forward... inch by inch. "...not so f-friendly..." By the time the door opened a crack, I had fell through the slit, colliding onto the red carpet, panting my every breath. "...and... and... doesn't live very close dragon..."
My tongue rolled down my chin. My eyes fell to the left, down yet another long carpet-----one that led to the throne which the snowy alicorn sat upon.
"It would appear you were able to make it after all." Princess Celestia smiled at the nearly dead me, flicking her muzzle to the tiny tea set next to the throne. "You seem parched. Would you care for some tea?"
I rolled onto my side, gazing across to Celestia. "N-No Cof-ffee?"
"You know how I feel about coffee, Spike." Princess Celestia shook her head while her majestic, prismatic mane continued to billow. "That is the vice of my sister. Do you work for my sister?"
I clicked his fangs. "Do you have sugar at all?"
"They're terrible for the very things your tongue just ticked against. Thanks for that, by the way." Celestia narrowed her eyes on the still panting me. "Despite my years, I still am in no need of glasses nor hearing aids. Remember that well."
"So long as you r-remember three sugars with my tea."
"Two sugars."
"As long as you use the big spoon----we have a deal."
"...very well."
I would have smiled, that was, if my lips weren't so set on drying out from my every, heavy breath. Rolling onto my stomach, I pressed my claws against the ground, straining my aching arms to push me up again.
And once I was standing, I then promptly dusted myself off, caught my breath, and took a step forward----only to hear Celestia clear her throat.
I blinked. "What?"
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"That I left your 'How are you?' behind that heavy door?" Celesta's expression remained impassive at my words, causing me to narrow my eyes in sudden revelation. "You're kidding me! There's no way you want me to bow."
"All my subjects are subjected to at least one bow when in my presence." Celestia waved away a golden-clad hoof. "Even those close to me know to do the same."
"But you always tell them it's unessessary."
"Of course I do! We all have appearances to keep to, do we not, Mr. Inept?" Celestia rested her chin on the brought back hoof. "Despite my words, my little ponies all continue to do so. Do you know why?"
"Since I'm a little dragon instead, can I refuse to both answer and bow?"
"It's because my presence will always demand it for me. While my words may need to shift and change, the language of my body will always demand that which I truly desire."
I was one of the few that got to see the real Celestia. The level below what Twilight and her friends saw, though some of that character of the princess was for real.
And I liked the latter better.
"Can we count that fall and tumble as a half bow at least?" I scratched the back of his head, faint streams of moonlight cascading around me. "Or better yet, does your body accept tabs? Like I won't bow this time, but I'll do a double bow once the mission is done."
"Very well!" Celestia's horn lit gold, a sphere of magic appearing atop the table. It whirled a cup and kettle and tins all while she continued to face me. "I'll allow it."
I only held a digit in the air, confused as to how someone like Celestia could talk perfectly while making the perfect blend of tea----and without looking.
She's smug. And she has every right to be smug. Wait. Is that why I find her scary sometimes?
"Getting to see one of my top agents bow twice will make for quite the portrait on my wall!" Celestia then shot the glass of tea at me. I cowered, holding my arms over my face. "You don't mind holding a double bow for my painter, do you?"
The mug and shimmering liquid flung toward me. "H-How do you even hold a double bow!?"
Then it came. The hurdling objects of glass and liquid fire flew right into Me. In a second and with me flinching, the cup of tea smacked gently onto the extended digit of my left claw.
What in the heck was all of THAT about?
After a few seconds, the panic drained from my veins. With a few breaths of deep, cold air refreshing my lungs, I dared to open my eyes.
A golden aura continued to surround the cup. More than that, a pool of floating liquid hovered above the rim, contain in place.
Then the magic ceased. The liquid fell in a swirl like honey from a comb-end of a stick. Once poured, there wasn't even a droplet to contrast against the white surface.
"You wanna know something, Princess Celestia?" I started to stroll across the carpet, toward the throne, the path lit faintly by cascading moonlight. "I think that you show off when you're around me."
"Oh? And why would I ever do such a thing?"
"Because I would if I were you." I reached the base of the ascending throne steps and, deciding to be kind, then bowed. I held the cup up still in a toast. "It must suck! Having all that tremendous amount of magical power... and only being able to show a fraction of it."
Despite my head being lowered, I brought the cup to his lips, drinking, no, nearly slurping from it. "Not only that, but every time there's something big going down, you gotta pretend to be weak and stuff. Always being saved by Twilight. Twilight the savior."
I then stood up and leaned to the left. "You're telling all that doesn't bite your pride just a little bit? Why doesn't Twilight just run the castle since she saves it every other week?"
But Princess Celestia only levitated another cup of tea to her muzzle. She peered into it was reflective water of a clear pond. "La Vin Senola Malay."
I shuddered like a bolt of lightning shook my spine from the inside out. Pulling away from my mug, I too peered at the liquid----seeing the purple of my chubby face... and nothing of the depths that lingered behind it.
"The strong must be weak," I said in hushed, nearly strangled voice, "so the weak can be strong."
"I am the helpless," Celestia continued for me. "And you are the jester."
I groaned. "I've always hated that codename."
"But it suits you well enough, doesn't it?" Princess Celestia sipped from her tea, closing her eyes while she did so, indulging in bliss. "Everypony around you thinks you to be inept and powerless. And while your weakness is that you are still powerless----"
"But I'm not utterly inept either. Thanks for the self-reflection."
But Princess Celestia continued anyway. "This next mission, Spike. There's a reason why I called you in so early for it."
Spike only drank from his tea, which was bitter and tasted like what something healthy was supposed to feel like. There wasn't enough sugar to mask it. "Ninety-nine successful missions so far. You throwing a surprise party for my hundredth?"
Princess Celestia smiled genuinely. "If all goes well, it may be your friends that throw you the party."
There was no stopping it. The other-worldly feeling of the night, mixed with the absurd and godly nature of the princes, climaxed into the revelation and possible reveal of my secret identity.
"You don't mean that," the words were slipping past my lips before I even had the chance to stop them. "But the whole point of my friends thinking that I'm this inept, helpless dragon----"
"Indeed. The course of your thoughts and feelings are rather easily able to be seen." Princess Celestia set down the cup between her forehooves. "It's because nopony suspects a thing about you, that you can do so much for them."
She gave me a small smile. "I fear you don't pride yourself enough on this fact. That if you had not set the pieces needed before conflict in their proper places... that your friends would not have won most of their battles."
I ended up looking at my reflection once more, of the dragon that everypony else saw, and nothing of the agent beneath it all. My whole life was spent pretending to be useless to those I cared for, to those I admired, and never gaining their true thoughts and feelings to how useful I really was.
It was that swirling conflict that tore my core apart.
"But this is your hundredth missions. And those of the small court have decided that it should be your final one."
I shook my head. "B-But... I'm the best agent you've got! I haven't had an unsuccessful mission yet!"
"And that's exactly the reason why your retirement is needed." Celestia bowed her head. "Despite it all, you're one of our best agents yet. You don't have a failed mission on any of your records. If such a streak is to be maintained for too long, what do you think will happen to that agent?"
"I can handle the strain!"
"I do not doubt it," Princess Celestia said, a golden aura appearing around her mug once more. "And that's all the more reason for it."
Before any more words could be said, or anything could be done in response, I felt a presence behind me. Slow. Small. Hidden. Their softest step wouldn't have been enough to pick up by pony ears; the slits of my eyes narrowed at once.
But before I could even hope to turn, it felt something soft, black leather sliding over my neck and across my neck----then pressing a wire against my scales.
At once, my right elbow flew back, trying to nail the offender in the side. But they only hopped to the left, dragging me by the throat along with them. Another try at the left only produced the same result----except strangling me more of what little air I had left in my lungs.
All those moves, of course, were to confirm the skill of my opponent. Slender, but quick. Light, but placing their forelegs correctly on my pressure points to subdue me.
Once I knew the kind of foe I was dealing with, I acted. Telegraphing that I was going for another jab with my elbow, the figure tried leaping again, only when they pulled the wire against my throat, I then brought claw to it----slicing through the tightness of the cord with only a single digit.
While figure behind me leaped, I turned instead, hurling my open claws straight for their now exposed throat.
Ironic.
"Aren't you the brave one?" I said while the tips of my digits pierced through the black fabric, pressing against the coat of fur beneath. "And you may want to stay still. A dragon's claws are one of the sharpest things in the world."
I grinned up at the figure, their head covered by a long hood, a thick shadow protruding from its opening. "Right now? It's safe to assume you have eight knives sticking around your throat."
I then felt something rise along the figure's throat: a laugh. "So you are capable of rougher backside massages then, huh?"
"W-Wha?"
The reveal took me by surprise. Wings shot out from the sides of the suit, sweeping a gust of wind and dust and dirt and sand into my eyes. Blinded for no longer than a second, the figure then lifted into the air, raising its hind legs while it did so----bucking them right into my chest.
Wind blew around my flying body. My claws shot up at once, pressing down on the carpet, then pushing me back up. With my balance restored, I twirled in the air, coming to land on my feet and into a defensive stance.
"So what? You keep a little sand in your suit for special occasions?" I gave a quick wipe to my eyes. "Or did you have a similar fight with the beach one time?"
"If you think the sand was strange," the figure continued while bringing its clothed forehooves to the front of its hood, "then imagine my face when I found dragoncum hardening on the strands of my tail."
I blinked, shuddered, and felt my claws drop out of the air. Shaking my head, my voice was even more shakey: "W-What? No. It can't be!"
But when the figure pulled back its hood, my fears were indeed true, and my shame burned alive across my cheeks. "F-Fluttershy? But how? W-Why?!"
"Aww! Aren't you the most adorable little dragon." Fluttershy came down onto her forehooves, but used one to cover the giggles spilling past her lips. "Oh my. Did I call you little again?"
I went to step forward, to speak my mind, to express my heart, to rid myself of the building confusion and embarrassment building and beating against my chest.
But the next words were not from me, or from 'Shy, not even from Princess Celestia, who kept still and silent during the events. Instead, it came from behind the creaking of the throne doors.
"Cease teasing my sister's agent, Agent Sunny." Princess Luna entered the room to a flash of lightning streaking across every window present. "It your reports meant to do those deeds. Nothing more."
Fluttershy stepped to the side of the red-carpet at once, bowing her head. "My apologies, princess. Finally getting to tease Celesta's favorite on the way here has... placed me in the mood."
For once in my life, I had no clue how to act, since it wasn't an enemy before me, but as close to one as the pony could get. Stepping back, I glanced over my shoulder to Princess Celestia----who was already rising to tall stature from her throne.
"Dear sister of mine, is this how you've planned to do this? Granting the retirement of my best agent by giving him a heart attack first?" Princess Celestia walked down the steps of her throne, but remaining the tallest one here. "And to think, I was going to give you one of my best cups of tea!"
Yeah. That was Celestia alright. Her point always ended with tea somehow. Even then, tired of being the only confused one out, I threw myself into the scene. "Somepony mind catching me up before the rest of this conversation goes on?"
Luna turned her muzzle away from me, but still gave me a sidelong glare. "You're the top agent of the Sun section. Are you telling me you don't have the wits to put all the bits together?"
I then glanced over at Fluttershy, who was giving me a sultry smile. My mind exploded in revelation. Blinking, I shook my head. "Wait. Out of all the ponies, Fluttershy has been my agent nemesis?"
I then glared at her. "So the train then... you knew then!" My claw curled into a fist. "You were teasing me then because you knew! When did you find out?"
"Please. You're the new fry that rose through the ranks quickly." Fluttershy's forehoof flew to the collar of her cloak, and with a swing, threw it off her body----revealing the skin-tight suit that clung to every inch of her body. "The reason why I live in Ponyville? It's because I knew, one day, Twilight Sparkle----and her assistant and agent----would be stopping by some day."
At once, I crossed my arms and glared to my right, up at the side of Princess's Celestia's muzzle. "Care to explain why you couldn't tell me my rival's name when we've spent most of my life together?"
Celestia didn't even bother looking back at me. "Agent Fluttershy is far more teasing and thrillseeking than what she appears. Hiding your secret is already too heavy a weight to hold. Having one of your closest friends tease you about it constantly would not have ended well for anypony between the two of you."
But Fluttershy laughed. "To think that my shy acting was enough to fool Celestia's best agent after all these years."
I quickly seethed underneath the surface. "You're good, alright. I would have never suspected a thing until you gave yourself away today. You knew we'd meet like this anyway, didn't you?"
"And it's been a long time in the making." Fluttershy walked on the other side of the carpet until she was directly across from me. "Not only that, but aren't you excited to spend more time around me and my ass?"
She gave a soft twirl to her body, like an innocent girl suddenly placed on a stage, finding her confidence slowly in the approval of the audience. The suit clung perfectly along the slope of her flanks, adding yet another layer of softness to the perfection that was her rump.
I shook my head with a cough. "And just what do you mean by that?"
Fluttershy only grinned. "Isn't it sweet? Our first mission together will also be your last!"
I'd never seen such a place in my life before. No mission----either as agent or assistant---had brought me to a situation like this, or with a mare quite like her.
"Nice dress," I said to the yellow mare walking next to me, whose muzzle hung a few inches above me. "Did you steal it?"
"Rarity made it." Fluttershy gave a soft stride to her every step, causing the sway of her shapely hips to be more pronounced. "One of the assets of my civilian life."
I turned my head away. "Is that all of our friends are to you? Assets?"
"The function of friends has always been assets. You should know that the best." When I turned my head back, Fluttershy was already waving a hoof at the nearby table of poker. The stallions there gazed at her. "Not that I mean to tease you any more than I have. Friends fulfill each others self-interest for friendship. The moment the interest dies in one, the friendship dies together."
I chuckled wryly. "You should take that philosophy to Twilight. That'd be a fun debate to watch from afar."
But I tried to focus on the mission itself. The interior of the casino was grand, spacious and majestic. It went wide at either side, tables and booths and bars, furnished in mahogany wood and marble floors.
We walked across the red carpet. Ahead, a water fountain billowed water to the shine of the spotlights set underneath it. The soothing sound of light jazz played above the chatter of the place.
"You know, for the last mission, this isn't such a bad deal." I glanced down at my grey-suit, admiring how my pink tie went along with it. "The mission before this? Clearing out a cave of griffons that nearly cut into Tartaturs itself. And before that? The top of a frozen mountain! For what? To ensure some stone tab containing a spell to revive an ancient dragon was shattered."
Fluttershy actually glanced at me this time. "How'd you break it?"
"By accident." I shrugged. "Went to grab it. Knocked it off the altar instead. Broke either way."
"I know of that report." Fluttershy tilted her head to the left, her left eye covered by the long curl of her mane. "The region of Authrusas, the Dragons of the Decades. Somehow, you convinced the wisest and oldest of all creatures to allow you to enter their sacred ground."
I scratched the side of my head. "You're making it sound impressive."
"It is----top agent or not." Fluttershy blinked. "Could it be you have genuine confidence in yourself after all?"
I shook my head. "Nah. I'm just fortunate. That, and good at talking."
There was something about the way Fluttershy's gaze was set on me that made my heart confused. She was an agent with split personalities; anypony able to genuine fake interest are to be feared.
"So how did you do it then, short stuff?"
My tie felt tight around my throat, so I fiddled with it while I talked. "Read up on their lore, then realized one of Shining's board games had copied it verbatim."
Fluttershy squinted her eyes. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You'll see in a second here." Taking a glance over my shoulder, two ponies in suits, each wearing black shades were focused on the two of us. With a gulp, I took a step closer to Fluttershy. "There's a sword in their lore. Dragvanhun. It's a blade, magically infused, to kill any dragon."
I then brushed my side into her barrel, and at once, Fluttershy shuddered then nodded. One of her forelegs raised and wrapped across my neck, pressing my face close to her chest.
I could feel the field of fur beneath the fabric of the dress, and the softness beneath the layer of her coat. Don't lose yourself to Fluttershy. She already played you once. Instead, play a character now to fool those behind you.
"But at the same time, only a dragon can wield the sword. Hence, the wielder is also known as both the Great Betrayer and the Great Saviour."
Fluttershy eyes glanced back to the stallions onto us. She grinned at them, a feral kind, like a glint her gaze sparked from being hunted.
Though I doubted it would stay that way for long. Fluttershy guided me to the curving staircase to the left of the fountain, which led to the second floor. "Interesting idea. But how is any of this useful?"
"It doesn't sound useful yet, but it will be." I let my head sink slightly into her suit, fur, and coat. The feeling of her body rubbing against my own was far nicer than I was willing to admit. "I don't include details unless they're necessary."
Behind us, the hooves sounded below the steps. Two stallions produce eight steps. There were at least sixteen now by the sounds of the building pitch. Something was off. How did we give ourselves away that easily?
My eyes gazed up at Fluttershy, who stared up the steps. She still grinned, but only I was the one close enough to see it.
She... couldn't have tipped them off, could she? Why would she even do that in the first place? Traitor? No, not her, and not even for the wealthiest organization in the world.
But why, then?
"As it turned out, Shining had a prop of the sword."
"He did?"
"Total geek back in the day. Even when Cadance and he got it going on together in the Crystal Empire, he still hid it in the storage room." I chuckled, and panted, my feet racing up the steps quickly. "Still doesn't know I swiped it."
"And where does all this lead, Spike?" Fluttershy said as we neared the end of the staircase.
"I ended up having Starlight casting a spell on the prop to make it look like the real deal. Wouldn't cut a thing, but look like it could." I laughed at the absurdity of the incoming memory. "After that? Used some particles of Twilight's magic on it. Y'know, to make it look like a magical sword and all that."
Fluttershy shook her head. "There's no way that worked."
I laughed. "The intensity of Twilight's power was enough to sell the sword. Kinda helped that my chubby body matched what 'the foretold' one looked like."
We reached the top of the stairs and stumbled into the long field of a faint red carpet. Gazing over me and to the right, up above, my gaze followed and settled on the box like room set on the highest floor of the place.
But then Fluttershy took a moment to pause, gaze down at me, and then giggle. "There is no way you're fooling me on that one, Spike?"
Crud. That adorable laugh! The twinkle in her eyes. Was this mare being for real, did she have a genuine interest in my tale, or was she doing it for the sake of getting me to feel a certain way?
I suppose, really, the answer didn't matter.
"My sword and my body were enough for them to consider it. At least, the six giants stared at me long enough." I nodded my head to the door across from us, which looked like it lead into some hall. "Managed to talk my way around them. Things got dicey when they sensed my body any magical presence."
Fluttershy took me by the neck again and led us into the door. My eyes kept getting drawn to her dress, or rather, the cut along her flank, exposing some of her right supple cheek. Bad boy. Not now.
"And?" Fluttershy propped the door open with a wing, ushering us inside. Our world changed from a majestic casino to sterile white walls of some long hall. "How did you talk your way out of it? Deceit, cleverness, charisma, and talking. Those are the skills marked on your file----and nothing else."
"That's because they forgot one: luck." We ducked into the first right of the hall. Seconds later, the sound of the door opening and hooves stomping sound. "When the dragons sensed me for magic, they found the reservoir Twilight had nestled in me when she first hatched me. Match that same essence with that resonating from the sword, and I was granted a free pass to trek up the mountain."
Fluttershy raised onto her hind legs, leaning her back against the wall. Within three pants, she caught her breath, while I required many more.
"I'm... not sure why it's the case, but there's something so attractive about little you being able to luck out with everything!" Fluttershy's mane bounced along with the excitement in her voice. She then set her hungry eyes onto me. "If I had been assigned that mission? I would have found a way to, mmhmm, subdue all those dragons." She then rubbed her forelegs together. "Couldn't you just imagine their expressions? These grand dragons watching such a cute mare destory their most sacred artifact? Oh, the utter joy that would be!"
Fluttershy. Was. Crazy.
And for some reason.
I. Didn't. Mind.
"Want to know something interesting, Spike?" I shook head to escape my thoughts. When my eyes focused into reality again, it did so on Fluttershy's muzzle, slender and soft, and so close to my own. "Compared to who you really are, and the character you play around the girls... there's not much of a difference between the two of you."
She then leaned forward, the plushness of her lips pressing against the firmness of own, flattening against and around them. Her warmth. The wetness of her lip. The nibble of her teeth that tugged me, teasing me of all that could come from the beautiful mare.
"Unlike me, of course," Fluttershy had said once leave the kiss, stepping away from me. Her wing flicked to the pink waterfall of her tail, plucking one of her strands. "I'm afraid... I'm nothing like what I pretend to be."
Fluttershy then flicked her tail aside, teasing me with the very sight beneath. Her swollen sex peeked out from the crevice of her rump, the lemon mounds coated with wetness.
And just as quickly as the view was granted to me, it was then taken away, with the mare herself pulling down one of her eyes with a wing, sticking her tongue out at me.
Then the rush of stallions came. And then I understood why Fluttershy was so excited. She disappeared back into the hall.
Sounds rung out. Smacks and slaps, groans followed by moans. A deep scream was followed by a lighter one that shouted my name. With my back still pressed against the wall, I debated about getting involved, but before I could even make a choice, hoofsteps echoed from around the corner----followed by the sound of something sliding.
Sounds rung out. Smacks and slaps. Groans followed by moans. Deep screams cried out seconds later, and seconds after that, another scream followed by my mare—her yelling my name while she fought.
My back was still pressed against the wall, and my chest heaved, my mind like a haze stuck inside a maze. What should I do? Should I help? From the crying of the stallions, and the moaning of the mare, it didn't seem I was required all that much.
And it didn't matter even if I choose to help for, seconds later, something dragging across the ground echoed into my ears. Glancing to the left, I watched Fluttershy walk into the hall—dragging a stallion at the back of her hooves.
I tilted my head at the sight. “I take it... went well?”
“More than just well! You should have seen it, my little dragon.” Fluttershy walked up to me and, without stopping to a second, rubbed her nose against my own. She then dropped the stallion, turned around, and stood next to me. “It's been a while since I've had—mmhmm—so many studs trying to take me on all at once!”
I cast my gaze to the stallion. He was a brown earth pony, done in a black tuxedo, with disheveled strands of yellow covering his eyes. Around his throat, silk, a purple strand of tail was tighter around his throat than his tie had been.
“You used your tail to strangle him?”
Fluttershy wiggled her eyebrows. “I thought it would be a kinky way to finish the fight! Don't you agree?”
But I shook my head and narrowed my gaze. “That's not the reason why.” I cleared my throat as I stepped toward and kneeled before the stallion. “You know that mane and tails—strands of hair—don't break easy. Most assassins use them as wire or a replacement string to their bows because of how effective they are.”
Fluttershy was already rolling her eyes when I glanced back at her. “Couldn't let a girl pretend for a little while, could you?” She walked up next to me, placing her forehoof on the sitting stallion's thigh.
He shuddered at the touch.
“You're a pretty stallion, aren't you? I like pretty stallions.” Fluttershy lowered her muzzle inches before his own, exhaling a warm breath over his snout. “I like the whimpers they make when their perfect little face slowly goes away.” One of her wings came up from under her dress, dashing forward, petting his mane. “Or when I pluck every strand of hair from their head. They don't tend to be so pretty once I'm done with them.”
I sighed. “And now I'm glad I don't have hair.”
Fluttershy turned her muzzle to me. “You still have scales, don't you?”
“Like I'd tell you that.”
Fluttershy smiled at that one. An honest smile. Or was it one? Everything she did, all that she tried, I always suspected. That was always the case on my missions. If I didn't doubt anything, I wouldn't have risen the ranks as I have.
But this was my first time doubting a friend.
If Fluttershy still was even one.
“So, you.” Fluttershy glared at the stallion. “Are you going to give me the joy of getting information out of you or are we—“
“P-Please...” The stallion shook his head while the rest of his body quivered. “N-No, more!”
“More and more!” Fluttershy moaned the words, using her wing to rub down the side of her barrel, wrapping her wingtips over the slope of her left cheek. “How much more fun I'm going to have with you!”
But I held my claw in front of her. “I don't think that's going to be necessary.”
Fluttershy frowned. “Oh? But I have all so many more strands to tie him up and hold him down with.”
Shaking my head, I ignored her and gazed at the stallion. “Listen. You don't know us. We don't know you. How about we shake claws and hooves before we begin all this, alright?”
The stallion blinked at me. His eyes searched in mine. If he was playing the character of some kid swept up into something bigger than himself—then he played the role well. With a shaky hoof, he held his hoof up.
And I took it, holding it still, slowing and stilling his trembles. My digits pressed down around the barrel of his legs, feeling a vein underneath. Accelerated heartbeat. All the cues aligned. He really was some kid out of his league.
And, while I glanced over at Fluttershy, not in any more need of pain.
“I'm going to need you to tell me a few things.” I smiled at him. “But first thing's first. The name's Spike.”
The plan—if we even had one—couldn't have gone worse than it did.
The kid revealed himself to be useful. Barren was his name. Some colt from near Manhattan desperate for bits. While I talked him through his problems, and urged him to get out from this kind of life, Fluttershy was busy... stalking the halls and ... doing as she pleased to whomever she found.
We both came to find out that the casino was a cover for a lab beneath. Some count hailed the project by the name of Cristo. Charming. Also a psychopath. Charming! But also the kind of charming that kills ponies while giving a radiant smile.
After gaining that information, Fluttershy and I... were at a disagreement of what to do with Barren. Fluttershy wanted to strangle him to death, all while I watched, just so she could get off to the act more. I wasn't above killing—but only when it was necessary.
Fluttershy wasn't willing to budge on the matter. And she nearly had me in winning it. She circled the poor boy, swaying her thick hips, flicking her tail, and licking her lips. She'd only let the boy when I agreed to let her take the lead on the mission. And one favor I'd owe her.
I had a hard time turning mares down.
Which was how we got here, with my arms bound together behind my back, and the same done to my wings. Fluttershy stood next to me. Her wings tied down, forehooves shackled together—the same with her hind legs. I'd decided to sneak into via the vents. Fluttershy? Beat her way into the room itself.
For a mare always scared to talk, to confront, was now to fighting stallions, making demands, and enjoying it all. I nearly couldn't comprehend the change. While I crawled above, she fought ponies below, delighting, a shiver rocking her spine, whenever blood splattered on her pretty little dress.
But then what was worse about the whole deal? It wasn't that Fluttershy turned out to be so different from what I expected from our years together, but rather, I was enjoying how crazy she was! The way her silky mane frizzed up from her frantic movements. The mischievous smile that grew on her lips after stomping the life out of a stallion. To know something so crazy, and so sexy, was on my side... it drove me crazy with feelings and sensations I didn't think I had.
I'd always been an accepting dragon due to my upbringing.
But just how deep did that acceptance go?
Enough to get us screwed over, at least.
“So you're the agents the princesses sent after me?” the count walked in front of us, a long cloak dragging behind his body. “I've faced many of your kind before. They seem to harder after every defeat.” He stopped and smiled down at us; he was twice Fluttershy's height. “Tell me, by sending you two, has the agency changed their tactic.”
“You know, if you just want to call us weak looking, you can do so.” I then squinted at his attire. “And is all that really necessary? The cloak, I mean. You're collecting a lot of dust on your coat ends there.”
“Am I?” The count glared at the end of his clock. Clicking his teeth, one of the dozens of stallions came behind him. “You. Dust off my cloak at once—and the floor while you're at it!”
Fluttershy shuffled her hooves not even a step forward, the rattling of chains earning the gazes of all. “I really like the blackness of your get-up! Once we're doing here, I think it's all going to look positively wonderful in all the blood of every stallion here!”
The count turned, gazed, and laughed. “So you're the craziness of Canterlot embodied? To think, I thought that title would belong to the dragon—and not the mare.”
“Once more, if you're going to call me a wimp, you can just call me a wimp.” I shook my head even as the giant stepped toward me. “And what's up with you hiring kids for an army? In fact, what do you even need an army for?”
The count narrowed his gaze on me. “The world is run from a single place: Canterlot. No matter the kingdom or the land, everything that happens, or will happen, seems to be determined or impacted by that very place.” He raised a foreleg, and with a swipe through the air, threw it right. “By holding there, I hold the world!”
“What comes after holding the world?”
“Power.”
“For what?”
“To ensure I attain and sustain more power.”
“For what?”
“For more... power?”
“Do you have any idea what comes with more power? Responsibility.” I shook my head. I'd dealt with these types before, but this count was in a new class of his own. “Real quick. How hard is it to maintain this casino right now.”
The count looked at me for a while, almost like he was suspecting a trap with words, a defeat by a hidden phrase, but the longer he stared at me, the lower his eyebrow dropped. He wasn't seeing some top agent. Or a deadly dragon.
Just someone wanting to talk.
“It's... harder than assembling an army, to be honest with you, my honest prisoner.” The count used his held leg to sweep back his coat. “The upkeep is tough. Can barely keep the floors here clean enough for my cloak to travel across.”
He glared at the stallion behind him after saying those words.
“But... the bits that come from it? More than what I made from my means to start up this army.”
I shook my head. “So how much harder do you think a castle will be like? To maintain a kingdom? Not only that, but what about the sun and the moon? That comes along with the gig as well. And don't forget about those who have kept the castle and kingdom going for so long—how will you win them over, or replace them, and still keep the castle running.”
The count stared at me for a long while. “Is this what you do? Talk your foes out from their plans?”
“It depends on the foe.” I shrugged. “A lot of ponies get themselves too deep in a situation, but because they've come too far, they convince themselves they have to go all the way. If you still honestly want it after a talk, then go for it.”
The count narrowed his eyes.
“I mean, we're still going to stop you, but at least you know for sure it's something you wanted.” I tried rubbing the back of my neck, that was, until the steel around my wrists clung tighter against my scales. “So you can accept everything that happens afterward without any regret.”
The count then slowly smiled at my words. “I see now. Talking is how you operate—unlike your friend here.” He tossed a glance to the beautiful Fluttershy. “Pretends to be shy to draw her foes in. Pretends to be weak with it. She uses her charm to acquire what she desires, but there's always a sense she's manipulating you.”
I heard Fluttershy laugh. “Please. I'm better than that. Most don't get that sense.”
“But you! My little scaley friend.” The count stepped back from us both, stepping toward the wall to our right. Around us, the stallions close stepped away. My stomach twisted, and my mind hazed with an expanding cloud of doubt. “Despite a career choice filled full of deceit and ability, you still retain a sense of honesty.”
I tilted my head. “I feel like I should thank you for the compliment, though I feel like a 'but' is coming up.”
“Which causes you to feel genuine to everyone you meet.”
“Huh! Well, thank—“
“But that also makes you dangerous to an ambitious count such as myself.”
I grumbled. “Knew it.”
His cloak covered foreleg reached up for a handle on the wall. Glancing at my feet, I saw the crack in the ground, the one slowly splitting apart to reveal... nothing beneath. A thick blackness stretched on below.
I then glared at the count. “You really are old school, aren't you?”
The count smiled seconds before pulling the lever. “I've enjoyed a few classical books.”
Then the ground opened up, and we fell, backward, while the room above faded from our eyes. The stallions gathered around the opening, though we didn't see each other for long.
I couldn't tell where the tunnel ended, or what our fall would be like, not even what our deaths would be like. All I could do would be here. In the now. Gazing over to Fluttershy, she fell backward, with her eyes closed, and her expression peaceful.
I didn't have time to figure out what she had planned. Or if she had anything planned. Her dress, torn by constant fighting, billowed and slipped off her frame, exposing the slender body, yellow fur, and smooth curves beneath. Patches of fur had been ripped from her frame; blood coated her body, and most of it was her own.
Did she pass out? Was she putting on a face before falling away? She looks pretty beat up—there's no way she's going to make the fall!
At once, my feet scraped against the stone wall, which had a smooth surface. Closing my eyes, I took the hit, kicking my feet against it. There was a snap. The muscles in my ankle lit aflame. My body flew toward Shy, and even though my arms were bound, I wrapped my legs around her lower barrel—my tail sliding up my own back.
It wouldn't break my fall, but it would help in some way.
Or, at least, I hope it would.
Wetness rose along my tail. Something splashed. The coldness on my back contrasted to the warmth on my front. Fluttershy fell into me, collided into me, and stayed with me. The ground below the water struck into my spine, causing any air within me to escape—but not enough to kill me.
“W-We have now reached our landing!” I squeaked from underneath the weight of the mare. She wasn't heavy. The feeling of body covering my own was oddly pleasant. The cheeks of her rump pressed against my thighs, and for a second, I regretted remarking. “You may now exit your dragon!”
But Fluttershy turned around instead, brushing her snout against my own, the scent of flowery mint escaping with her warm breath. Her eyes were like two green moons shining across a sky of light yellow.
“And what if I don't?”
“I... can burn your chains away.” I blinked at my words. “But it may hurt for a few seconds.”
“Aren't you lucky!” Her lips came and pressed against my cheek. “I enjoy the pain.”
I wasn't sure how to reply to that and, lucky for me, I didn't have to. Fluttershy slid off my body, hearing a splash once her rump dipped into the shallow water. Holding up her forelegs, she held out her shackle. “Whenever you would be so kind!”
Slowly, I stood up from the ground, hearing the water ripple beneath me. Inhaling, my lungs filled with air, which then fueled the fire building in my chest. Narrowing my eyes, I concentrated my fire, blowing it unto the middle of Fluttershy's chains.
While I did so, the orange of my flames on the metal spread outward. I dreaded it. Hating it neared the cuffs around her hooves. Trying to keep my fire concentrated, blowing fast, then slow, then fast, trying to contain my heat from hurting her.
But it was pointless. The red-orange of my flames reached Fluttershy's cuffs. I expected to hear a whimper, to see a biting of a lip. But none of that happened. Instead, she threw her head back, swallowing and moaning, at the burning in her forelegs.
SNAP!
The chains broke apart, and her shackles came free. Easily, they slid off her wrists. It took a few seconds for Fluttershy to notice. Was she that lost to the throes of pleasure and pain to not even see its source was removed? “You really are a crazy mare, aren't you?”
“Careful what you say, little dragon.” Fluttershy looked down at me, sticking her tongue out. Then, falling onto her back, she shifted her hefty rump into the air. Her shackled hindlegs wobbled in the air. “Don't forget that you're trapped with this crazy mare.”
She had me there. And not only that, but she looked cute lying there. The water raised across the sides of her body. Her mane floated lazily in the water, her strands becoming thicker by the second. But more than that, however, was how she held up her hind legs, and how she flicked her tail aside.
“Well? Are you going to help me?”
“A-Aye aye!” I gulped as I stepped to behind her bottom, trying to keep my eyes on the shackle before me. But below me? The supple cheeks of her perfectly round rump greeted me. And, stealing a peek, I could see her yellow flower nestled between her cheeks. A flame already billowed across the walls of my chest by the time I looked up.
But when I blew my flame, it flew over the chain. There was too much distance between us. And I couldn't risk making a bigger fire next time. Not without the chance of grazing the side of her legs with my fire.
“Fluttershy? I'm uh, g-going to lean in closer for this one.” Her turquoise eyes rose from the water. They stared at me, their expression slightly lost. “So you may, um, feel me for a second here.”
And then she smiled. “You can do whatever you like to me, Spike.”
Annnnnd she was giving me a free pass to be a creep! I didn't plan on letting it go to my head, but I also didn't plan on wasting it either. With a gulp, I shuffled my feed closer to her own, feeling my eyes collide into the plushness of her rump.
Don't focus on how nice her butt feels. You're here to help her, then yourself, and then find a way out of here. Waste a second, and you may waste an opportunity to escape. Keep yourself together, Spike.
But how the heck was I supposed to do that?! While my lower body leaned into the plushness of her ass, sinking inches more into the cheeks the further I had to bend, I blew my flame onto the chains binding her hind legs together.
And the sight I saw did not help at all.
Fluttershy's long body laid against the ground, on her back, forelegs tucked over her chest. Her cheek pressed into the watery floor, through her eyes were raised from the side, watching my every move like an innocent mare unable to comprehend what was happening before her eyes.
“What do you think about our situation?”
The chains had turned orange by the time I ceased my fire. “How do you mean?”
“Do you think we'll make it out?”
“I... actually don't know.” I took a moment to turned my head about. Tall stone walls, four altogether, surrounded us. Something about them felt off. Behind us, there was brick size window blocked off by two steel bars—too small for even me to slip out through, but big enough to allow moonlight to cascade on our prison. “I usually just get lucky during times like these.”
As if to spite my luck, or my character entirely, the ground beneath rumbled, tickling my feet. At either side of me, dust fell from the walls. They groaned and vibrated and moved. Blinking my eyes, I saw the walls getting closer... but that couldn't...
“I hope you don't mind, you two!” the voice of the count echoed around the chamber, and I looked around for a source, a place where it came in stronger than the rest. To my right, the front wall echoed the voice the loudest. It didn't move, unlike the two in front and behind me. “But walls closing in is another classic I enjoyed from a book. Oh, and try not to taint the water down there too much, okay?”
I shook my head as I glanced back at Fluttershy. “That whole thing about my luck? Forget I ever said a thing.”
It didn't take me long for me to burn the rest of my chain off. Fluttershy was quick to get to her hooves, not making any jest, or moving with the usual sway of her slender body. Instead, plucking a strand from her tail, she undid the wire around her wings, then did the same around my own, then destroyed the bindings around my arms.
“There you are.” I heard the metal of my guards splash into the water below. “I've never been a fan of using toys either.”
“Really? Because I wouldn't mind using a few to get out of this mess.” I walked to the moving wall behind her, throwing my shoulder against it. Groaning. Planting my feet into the water and ground. I did my best to hold the wall back with my full strength—stopping it for a second. “Because! I don't... t-think...”
The wall started moving again, knocking me back a couple of steps. I came to stumble in place. And then I threw myself against the wall. I lasted a few more seconds before my whole body ached in response. Turning, I pressed my back against the wall—then slid down it.
“And goes any strength that I had!” I said while panting, hating myself more with every breath I took. “Ability? I got that! I quick tongue? I got that and a long tongue too! I've got claws decent for fighting, only that I never fight, and a fight against this wall isn't one I'm going to win.”
Fluttershy stood at the center of the chamber. Unfurling her wings, she flapped them hard, taking to above. She didn't have to fly all that hard before her head bonked against a stone ceiling. The tunnel we fell through had sealed itself back up once we were through.
“Hey, Fluttershy?” I called up to her with a hopeless wave of my claw. “Think if I talked to the wall long enough, I could convince it to push back?”
But Fluttershy glared down. “Is that it for you already? Giving into despair that easily?”
“You see any other way out of this? It's like you said.” I leaned my head against the wall, which continued to push against me. “I don't have all that much in the way of fight skills. My biggest asset is dumb luck and the ability to talk through anything. But this?”
I gestured my claws up at the two closing walls. “This is the stuff that I'm useless at. And worse, I got you stuck here as well.”
Fluttershy landed in the water with each of her hooves splashing into it. “But I'm the one who became dazed and charged in. You blew your cover to come in after me.”
“And what use was that? I couldn't hold you back!” I bunched my legs closer to my chest, hugging them with my arms. “Even when I got involved, I was good enough to take down, what? One stallion? Two because of luck?”
Fluttershy walked up to my feet. Her towering head peeked in the corner of my vision. She was staring down at me, the assassin of a mare. Here was a friend I could trust with almost anything, whose shy nature made me feel safe to be myself. Now, however, I could feel everything that I was, or failed to be, mocked from her gaze alone.
“Tell me something, Spike.” I shuddered and closed my eyes as she came closer. Why was I shutting down like this? It hadn't happened to me on any mission before, but now that I was on one with a friend, one who knew both of the sides to me, something about that fact made me self-conscious about every little thing that I did. “When you found out that I was your nemesis as an agent, did you think... that all of our years of friendship were simply invented things?”
By the time I opened my eyes, the mare wasn't standing before me anymore. Instead, Fluttershy went to the other wall, letting herself plop against it. There, she sat back with her head back, gazing at me with a soft gaze and an even sweeter smile.
“I thought that, you know, since you've been playing a character this whole time...”
“That my laughs were fake? That every time we brushed sides, my blush was something my body invented?” Fluttershy tilted her muzzle up, wrinkling it slightly. “I'm going to fill you in on a little secret, Spike. Do you know the difference between you as an assistant—and you as an agent?”
I blinked. My heart pricked. I... wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer. Many long days and sleepless night were wasted in trying to figure out that answer. Only Celestia knew of both of my identities —but she was so distant from them both. She could never give me a genuine answer on the matter.
But Fluttershy? This hidden mare had been there, through the years, to know of both of my lives and lies. It was only her, this outsider to my problem, with any words she could care to say, that would either help or damn this problem I had found myself in.
“Nothing.”
I blinked. “Once more?”
“Nothing!” Fluttershy said while closing her eyes and smiling. “I've gotten to spend a day with you as an agent, and years with you as a friend. And you know what's different between the two? Nothing! Besides having to cover for your second life, you're not really all that different.”
“But... I'm more competent than I let on.”
“Which is how we got stuck here?” Fluttershy said. “With the walls closing in, trapped by some villain, with no means of escape or victory? Doesn't that oh, I don't know, happen once or twice nearly every year?”
When I talked, the words were harder to speak, if only because my throat had suddenly become parched. “But it's never really like that way. I always have it set up in their moment of defeat—“
“That you already planted the seeds of victory. I know how the story goes. Who do you think hints at everyone to where those seeds are?” Fluttershy covered her mouth as she gave a little laugh. “Maybe you're a bit more skillful as an agent. But when it comes to being a friend? When Twilight breaks down, and you're sent picking up the pieces? Those are skills that rival being an agent.”
I tried stating at Fluttershy. She was a master at expression, and right now, the one she wore looked like genuine support. I wanted to believe in it. As the walls closed in, and our fates sealed between it, I wanted to know I was as good an assistant as I was an agent.
“Even if one of those skills is lying to her?:
“Lying to her... so you can ensure she succeeds?” I lifted my head at once. “As an agent, you should already know there's no clean path. We take care of all the dirty work, so those on the other side can remain positive. So they can keep the world positive. And, in case you haven't noticed, we've been needed less and less lately—enough to grant an agent like you early retirement.”
I closed my eyes at hearing the world, feeling my claws tremble underneath the surface of the shallow water, creating ripples from my anguish. The wall pushed harder into my back. Would this be it? There was still a few feet of space left.
But in that space—and time—left...
...what was it would I do?
“I don't really have a plan out of this.”
I opened my eyes to Fluttershy, smiling.
“That's okay,” she said. “Neither do I.”
We both shared a chuckle while the walls, the very things that would kill us both, also pushed us closer together. My mind wondered from how the girls would react. Would they ever know what happened to their two closest friends? Would Celestia ever share the secret of the Sister's Agency for the sake of closure?
But more than that, could the device below the casino be destroyed? It was meant to devour the energy of all those who came across it. After sucking the power of every powerful entity across the lands, the count planned to use it to raise and lower the sun and the moon.
“Hey, Fluttershy?” She flicked her wet mane to the side, the pink strands of hair clinging to her shoulder like vines down the length of a tree. “Because this mission failed, do you think the girls... have what it takes to win this? Without any help from the outside.”
Fluttershy offered me yet another smile—she seemed to be full of them. “But isn't that the reason why we do this? All to make sure the girls are strong enough to not need us anymore?” She shook her head, her mane swaying in the air, and I loved how her wet strands flew about. “Maybe this isn't the moment to take a chance on them. But, then again, it's not like we have many more moments to give them anymore.”
I leaned my head back, gazing up at the wall, seeing it scrape across the ceiling. “Isn't that the truth.”
Then I heard the splashing of water once more. “But now it's my turn to start asking the questions.” Blinking, I watched as Fluttershy walked up to me, slowly. “None of this is going to matter in a few minutes, so I want you to answer this question honestly, okay?”
What could a mare ask, near the end of our lives, that should have to worry about me lying? Still, I nodded my head. Her lips split apart, and her teeth glinted in the dimness. She held her hoof over my knees, offering it to me, and slowly, I let my claw hold onto it.
“Have you... ever been with a mare before?”
Out all the questions she could have asked, of all the things hidden inside of me, words unsaid, actions undone, dreams unfilled, loves never loved... that's the one she went for? Then it all made sense. With a blink of my eyes, I then quickly looked into her own, seeing that glint they held for me.
Something that I feared being fake...
Was the way how Fluttershy stared at me...
And if that stare of interest...
...was genuine.
“N-No.” I coughed after the words came out. “Never got the chance, I guess.”
“Would you like the chance now?”
I blinked and I swallowed. I died and then came back only to die against minutes later. My heart beat in my ears louder than the splashing of water at my feet. Was this how everything was going to be? Losing myself with a beautiful mare like 'Shy before I lost myself for good?
My claws curled at the prospect, and my eyes closed to repress the dizzying sensations clouding my head. Rising to my feet, I did so with a stumble forward. Her muzzle was before me. I felt her every exhale. Leaning forward, I opened my eyes, our snouts inches away from each other.
“Are you just saying that,” I started to say with my eyes looking down at my feet, “because you're looking for one last thrill ride? Or... was there something more behind our train ride together?”
Fluttershy brushed her snout against my own, causing a fierce blush to take my cheeks. “Well! I could tell you the answer.” She leaned forward, stealing a kiss from my lips, tugging on them for no longer than a second. “But no matter what I said, you wouldn't believe my words, would you?”
I tried to shake my head—only to find that I could not.
“If we agents are trained to deceit and lie, then how do others ever find out when we're honest?” I felt a pillar of softness sliding over my back, the warmth and smoothness of her fur caressing the coldness I felt there. “Only one thing can never be faked, Spike, no matter how great the agent.” A turning of her face followed by another, delicious giggle. “Do you know what it is?”
“If I did,” I replied, only this time, place my claw on her soft cheek and pulling her gaze back onto me, “then I wouldn't have been struggling with an identity crisis these last few years.”
But what did this beautiful mare do at my words? She kissed me again. Slowly, this time, on the lips. She didn't tug at me like she did before. Rather, her eyes were closed while her mouth started to open. The tip of her tongue pressed in-between my lips, asking, subtly, for entrance—but not demanding it.
But was it a ploy to drag me in? To pretend to be subtle because she knew I would give in easier and fill me with the sense that the whole gig was legit? With the walls having no more than ten feet left between them, I ditched such thoughts—and thinking altogether—and let my body do as it will.
And what is it my body demanded? To stand up tall while accepting her kiss. To relish in the plush yet firm lips pressing against my own. To moan, continuously, at the way her tongue searched inside my mouth, lighting alive sensations I'd never felt before.
With my claw still on her cheek, and the other holding her foreleg tightly, I then spun the mare around with my meager strength. Our kiss split for no longer than a few seconds. Fluttershy fell back against the wall, moaning in surprise at the sudden shift in stance, but a second later, she brought back her hoof to cover her giggling mouth.
“Did you figure out the secret?”
Fluttershy was standing on her hind legs. Her tail had been pinned up over her privates, but with a grin, she flicked it aside, revealing the golden flower beneath. The fuzz of her smooth vulva was already drenched with wetness—from the water or something else, I did not know.
“Well, that certainly wasn't something that I was expecting!” Fluttershy continued to laugh, and I did not know why until I realized her gaze was somewhere lower on my body. “Not only are you a fast learner... but you're a fast grower as well.” She licked her lips, and my heart picked up in speed. “And I, o-oh my, c-calling you little isn't going to stick anymore, is it?”
I shivered at the implication behind her words. Risking the glance downward, the sight frightened me. My cock had grown out from my slit, already rising across the length of my belly—and still going.
While I was used to having it out when I was alone, this... was my first time having someone else, much less an interested mare see it. Covering it with my claws, I took a step back, and did my best to offer an excuse: “You're beautiful and sexy.”
I hated myself even before the words came out.
“Oh?” Fluttershy smiled as she came off the wall, landing on her forehooves. She lowered herself, enough to only be inches above the water, which she then went across, almost like a shark's fin above water. “And are these new feelings you have?”
I tried to say a lie, but found that I could not, just as my claws fell away. “Ever since we first met. You were always, well... you.” I sighed deeply as her muzzle swam to before my legs. “You've always been perfect. Everything about you, from your mane to your face to your rump to your everything is just amazing.” I then curled my claw as something harder than my cock came out. “And with how shy your personality was. I... don't know.”
Fluttershy's muzzle rose out of the water a little. When I looked all the way down, the sight was unreal, or at least, enough for my cock to throb in the open air. The cute mare had herself tucked before my legs, with my erections towering over her face, blocking my sight of her left eye.
“Could do what?” Fluttershy asked, and when I did not answer right away, she leaned up and licked across the underside of my shaft. At once, my feet curled.
“P-Protect you!”
“Protect me? Why, that's a feeling that touches me quite deeply.” More of her broad licks flicked across and around my member, teasing it. The warmth, the wetness, the softness of her tongue pressed more, pressed harder against my cock. “While I've never felt the need for protection, the idea of having a dragon like you always looking out for me... well. It makes me want to do something like this!”
Before I could question her words, I felt the sensations of her actions. Her mouth, already opened from speaking, then came down on the length of my cock. She took me inside her tight muzzle, letting my underside rest across her tongue, my tip poking against the back of her throat.
I groaned at having my most sensitive part thrust into something soft, wet, and warm. To know a mare had taken my cock inside her maw willingly. And when I gazed down, the way how she looked up at me, how she rested a foreleg against my thigh while her eyes, glittering in innocence, looked up at me as she sucked and suckled on my dick.
It was too much! Without meaning to, I gave a thrust to my hips, feeling my cock shove furthering into her mouth. Her tongue touched around my dick, tasting it, teasing different places for the different results it brought.
Even when I pumped myself into her, not a gag was produced from here. Instead, my cock slid into the silky confines of her throat, which clamped around my dick, squeezing it and lubricating it, driving my spine to shiver and shake with electricity.
The water splashed more. Placing a claw on the top of her head, my digits clamped onto strands of her silky pink mane for support. I kept humping her muzzle, fucking her throat, all the while, my cock throbbed and ached from inside of her. Bigger. I felt myself becoming bigger.
And the water kept splashing. When my heart beat faster, my hearing intensified as well. The sounds of splashing water? It wasn't coming from just me. Rather, with a strained expression of pleasure, I glanced across the side of Fluttershy's barrel. Behind, her thick hips danced left and right, her tail bobbing in the air—all while the hoof that was supposed to be on my thigh, without my noticing, snaked its way through down her belly and through the gap of her hind legs, was now rubbing up and down her tight little pussy.
Then I felt the wall pressing against my back. No! It was too soon! Finally, I was with a mare I liked, one who also like me, and we were finally about to fuck. To end it all like this? Blue balled? We both were so ready to go—and we both weren't going to go out like this.
So I brought my claws down to her forelegs and pushed her back. Fluttershy stumbled back a step, rising onto her hind legs. When her back pressed against the wall behind her, Fluttershy's face lit up in realization. At once, she spread her legs, presenting her pretty pussy to me. The musky scent of arousal wafted into my snout at once.
It cracked something within me. Something fierce, and raw, wanting to be unleashed for a long time. When I stepped toward her, I did so with water not splashing, but crashing around me. When Fluttershy stood tall, she was at least a head taller than me, but with every step toward her I took, I went from staring at her belly to her chest, and now, her eyes.
“S-Spike?”
Words were beyond me now. Only growls escaped at first. When I reached Fluttershy, the first thing I felt about her body came from my cock. It felt... bigger, thicker, and more... powerful. Like the whole of me, everything that made me a proper dragon was now contained within it... and it needed to be appeased soon.
At first, it pressed against her belly, sinking into her softness, while rising to her chest. From the way how she turned her head and whimpered, the heat of my arousal was enough to burn against the skin beneath her coat. One of my claws went to her cheek again, pulling her muzzle back to me, and when her head turned, my lips were there to catch her own.
We kissed. We made out. While the digits of my claws grabbed and played with Fluttershy's mane, stroking through the knots made, my cock continued to slide up her stomach. Blindly, I was flicking my hips, enjoying the feeling of her coat brushing against the fatness of my cock—but it wasn't enough to appease the growls coming out of me.
Fluttershy helped. With one of her forehooves, she set it down on the head of my member. She winced at the touch, but after a second, began to moan. Slowly, she pushed my erection down, guiding it down to her swollen sex.
Then, with my head nestled between the lips of her pussy, I slowly pushed myself in. Torture. Madness descended on me. I wanted nothing more than to fuck the mare. To shove my cock deep into her delicious depths and relieve myself of this torturous arousal that threw the rest of my body into a rage.
But even though she played a character, Fluttershy was still Fluttershy, and I wouldn't dare harm her.
So that's why a confused groan escaped my lips when Fluttershy flicked herself down onto my member. She rode up and down on my shaft, trying to get the thickness of my tip into the tightness of her tunnel. Her juices coated across the sides of my dick.
“A-Almost... i-i-in there!” Fluttershy lifted herself up, and dropped herself down, impaling herself with my erection. Then, with a few more pushes, we both moaned in bliss as my tip entered her depth, slowing pushing her the tautness of her walls apart the more I slid into her. “Nnngh! L-Like that, Spike. All the way in! Fuck me... fuck me like the crazy mare that I am!”
And I did. I roared everything time my thighs smacked into the softness of her own. My snout dug into the side of her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin, inhaling everything I could about the fragrance of her scent.
My other claw found itself sliding down the smooth curve of her barrel, following them where they went. My search was rewarded when my palm found itself against her hips, feeling them buck whenever I found myself reentering her.
But I needed more to supplement the experience.
So my claws snaked behind her, feeling one of her cheeks lax. At once, I cupped her rump. My digits stretched over her right cheek before clenched down on the plushness, and I heard Fluttershy howl into my fin. Pumping myself inside her tight tunnel, I felt her inner walls clamp down around my girth, and whenever she did so, I squeezed her ass in response, feeling her clenched harder around me as a result.
The aching in my cock grew worse the more pleasure I felt across it. Fluttershy had me tucked inside her tightness, caressing me with softness, with her warmth, with clamping and clenching and squeezing my most sensitive bit. I fucked her harder and faster, each thrust quicker than the last, as my mind filled only with orgasm.
But then something solid pressed into my back. No! Not when I was so close! Once more, my rage did not find its way in words like it usually did. Instead, a roar rippled out from my throat and past my lips.
With my cock still inside the mare, I brought up my claws to the wall, planting my palms against it. Then, with all the power I felt, from the change in my body, to the mare grinding on my cock, to the raw rage couring within me... I pushed against the wall.
And I felt it move back.
I blinked. What was happening to me? My mind still felt normal, but my whole body... it was like it was acting on its own. More and more, I pushed against the wall, gaining myself more space to flick my hips and thrust my cock into Fluttershy's convulsing pussy.
We both were teetering on orgasm. Roaring, the dragon that had come out to play wasn't satisfied with the limited space. Curling my claws into fists, I beat them against the wall, knocking out chunk after chunk of the wall—it shot back from the impact, and glancing over my shoulder, the wall behind me did the same. The former crumbled to the ground while the latter remained stuck in place.
“Wouldn't... you... just... know it!” When my arm came down, it did so to slip around Fluttershy's barrel. Holding her up, I then gently guided her to the ground, where I then hovered over her. With nothing to get in the way, I thrust my entire length into her quivering pussy, feeling her thighs closer together each time I entered. “Am I... the first mare... to bring out... the dragon... in...”
She didn't finish her words when I retook her lips. My body smacking into her, my cock pushing the walls of her pussy apart, the fear of death was now the furthest thing on my mind. With a howl, the aching in my cock finally blew—just as Fluttershy locked her hind legs around my waist, pulling the thickness of my cock into her utmost depth.
I threw my head back with a roar loud enough to shake the dust off the walls—along with the sound of shattering glass to my right. The middle of my shaft expanded at once, the length of my cock pumping long drizzles of dragoncum into Fluttershy's tight pussy. The tightness of her walls screwed around my girth harder by the second—she arched up from the water, screaming, beating her hooves against my belly and chest to express all the coursing pleasure overloading her nerves.
Even while absolute pleasure lit up every nerve in my body, I still rocked my hips back and forth, in our restricted position, milking the lingering pleasure from my erupting cock. Cracking an eye open, Fluttershy's eyes were rolled all the way up, her mouth fully open, and her tongue panting out almost like a dog.
Inside my body, I chuckled, finally finding a match for the craziness of the new Fluttershy. When the last of my seed pumped inside of her, I could feel my cock begin to shrink, still slipping out of her lips with an audible plop!
When I stood to my full height, I found myself nearly twice the height of the mare I'd just made love with. Gazing over to where I heard the shattering of glass, I saw an opening to our prison—a wall that acted as a one-way mirror.
And on the other side?
Countless stallions, guards, and the count stood on the other side. They had all watched the deed. Glancing down, some of them were spotting erections underneath their barrels. I tilted my head while a sinister grin overtook my lips.
“Surely, my good friend,” the count said as he stepped back—back into a wall. “We can talk this out like you hoped to before?”
Finally, words escaped my new form, ones I was actually happy to hear.
“No more words.”
And then I cracked my knuckles.
Fluttershy snored through the resulting screams.
It wasn't until I got home, once the mission was done, and my retirement was in store, that I finally process everything that had happened within a single night. The events were blurry, though the changes to my body? They were permanent.
Luckily, I had made it home when Twilight wasn't around. Sitting over the table on a stool ready to break underneath my weight, I scratched my quill against the parchment before me, hoping to make sense of my mind before I would have to explain it all to Twi.
Dear Princess Celestia,
By this point, you don't really need a letter telling you the mission it was a success. Just in case. It was. Wooo. Go me. And Fluttershy. Go Fluttershy and me? I don't think things would have gone the way they did without her—and I'm still not sure that's a good or bad thing.
Spending time with Fluttershy made me realize a few things. Mainly that... there wasn't much of a difference between me as an agent and me as an assistant. Realizing that relieved some of the guilt I felt for lying to Twilight all these years.
Enough, to lie to her for a little longer.
If it were the fear of the council that keeping me an agent would cause me to break... then tell them not to hold that fear anymore. All the repressed rage I felt finally came out. I'm still getting used to the new body. Fluttershy offered to help train me.
Still not sure if that's a good thing.
Anyway. The count has been stopped with his machine destroyed. Though really, I may have destroyed the count and stopped the machine. When I passed out of the transformation, Fluttershy woke up and, well, finished the job.
And we've since agreed to finish the next job together.
Consider this my rejection of retirement.
Yr. agent, Spike
“Spike? Are you here?” the knocking at the door was followed by the voice of my best friend. I didn't even turn before the door to my room opened. Twilight trotted in with a shadow following behind her. “Fluttershy told me and—WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!”
Twilight trotted across the room, rising onto her hind legs while she did so, throwing her forelegs around my neck the second she was within range. Her cheek brushed against my own. Hoofsteps followed from the door. Glancing afar, I saw Fluttershy enter—and my cheeks warmed up in response.
“Why are you so big? Did your greed come out? But you're not acting very greedy!” I held Twilight closed to my body while she lost her mind, and I laughed a little bit, feeling strangely... glad. “Was this what Celestia wanted you in Canterlot for? Did she find a way to speed your growth? Tell me tell me TELL ME!”
Fluttershy walked up in front of us. Twilight glanced around at once, smiling at the mare. “Oh my. H-Have you been behind me this whole time? I didn't even know you came in!”
Then Twilight quickly shook her head, and stuck her muzzle back into the crook underneath my chin. “I'm still waiting for an answer, mister! I'll... keep snuggling you until you talk!”
Looking over the mare in my arms, I watched as the other arched her eyebrow in response, before rolling her eyes. Stepping closer, she brought her muzzle to my ears, whispering: “You're going still going to be my dragon, right?”
I answered the mare not with words.
But a genuine action.
I took Fluttershy into a kiss, all while holding Twilight close into my heart, a balance between the two, I now knew, that I could sustain.
