After Rarity delivers Spike's children, they realize how little they know about dragons, and seek out his old friends Ember and Smolder to help. However, they wish to join her and Sweetie Belle as his lovers!
Heavily pregnant with Spike's progeny, Rarity finally delivers them with Sweetie Belle's help; however they turn out in an unexpected manner. Spike realizes they need help and seeks out his old buddies, Ember and Smolder in the hope their advice will aid them.
However the dragons aren't quite how he remembered them, bearing a mysterious magic contained in the gems they now wear, and furthermore wish to become his lovers in return...
It had been a typical day in the field when Rarity rested both hands on her belly. Instinctively she knew the moment they had waited for an entire year had finally arrived. She wrapped her leathery wings about her, flicked her spaded tail. “Spike,” she called which instantly summoned him and Sweetie Belle to her side. “It's coming, I can feel it. But I don't think I'll be able to make it back home in time. A-ah,” she cried, ashamed at the mess she was making between her thighs.
“Sweetie, stay with your sister. I'll fetch blankets and heat some water!” He ran and then leaped into flight. His bulk framed the sun when he sailed away, casting a shadow over the sisters as Sweetie helped Rarity sit on the grass.
“You'll be fine,” promised Sweetie who held her hand and heaved. “Oh, I wish I'd been allowed to study this more!”
“It's...it's not your fault,” managed Rarity who felt her body contract. In their village it was usually left up to the priests to deliver newborns, who would be categorized and have their fates chosen on the spot. They never shared their secrets with commoners, so she and Sweetie never understood the significance of the diamond markings on their buttocks.
Poor Spike probably doesn't have much of a clue what to do, either. What if I don't...survive the birth? My flesh has altered to bear our offspring, but will it be enough? I would so hate to leave them alone in the world...
Her eyes watered. “If I don't make it, Sweetie, please help Spike look after them.”
“Don't say that! You'll be fine,” squeaked Sweetie who verged on hysteria.
Spike barely arrived in time with the wicker basket in tow. Sweetie plucked out a blanket and helped her sister settle onto it, while he carefully heated an urn filled with water by breathing a tiny fire above it. Rarity reclined and propped herself on the pillows Sweetie placed, her thighs parted when the labor pangs started to wrack her. “Ah...ah...!”
She grit her teeth and pushed, fluids leaking from her birth canal with her quickening. Sweetie used hot water to sterilize her hands the best she could, as there weren't any gloves on hand, and Spike quietly cursed himself for not having prepared better. “Keep pushing,” urged Sweetie who shook all over, watching Rarity's face burn under the intense strain.
They lost track of time, the sun starting to dip and Spike using what sticks he could find and his breath to make a small fire. But what started to peek out from Rarity's glistening slit wasn't a human child or even something in between like expected; no, it was a polished-looking egg, which Sweetie stared at for a moment before she snapped to attention and reached in to try and extract.
I could have sworn I felt them kicking in me before. Our children must have altered with my shape, too.
Yet all that mattered to her now was that they were safe inside, cocooned by a protective carapace. She wondered what they would look like when they finally hatched? Would they be more like her, or him? She moaned and strained, squeezed out the first egg with a wet pop, her vagina gaping and burning as her eyes leaked fresh tears. Sweetie carefully set the delivery aside, but there was no time to waste, as her womb had been filled with over half a dozen of them.
Spike moved the egg closer to the fire. “They're supposed to be kept really warm, from what I've heard.”
“Does that mean we're supposed to sit on them,” asked Sweetie who focused with narrowed eyes on the task at hand.
“Maybe? I'll have to ask around,” he replied nervously fiddling with his claws.
Sweetie quirked an eyebrow. “Ask who?”
“I know a couple of dragons,” he began only to be cut off by one of Rarity's wails. He cringed, unable to help but feel responsible for her current predicament. “I'm sure they'll give me a few ideas, if I can locate them!”
What started as agonizing, like a fire raging through Rarity's entire being to the very core, now pleasantly heated her up all over. Soon her birthing turned absolutely orgasmic, her face blazing bright pink all over, her gaping cunt glistening with contractions as she clenched her asshole too and squirted into the air. Sweetie gasped when a spray hit her face, barely closing her eye in time, and she wiped it off, watching in fascination while her sister writhed and moaned in pure, shameless bliss.
Soon the birthing process proceeded smoothly, more eggs popping, almost shooting from Rarity's snatch, which Sweetie dutifully caught and placed aside in a bundle, still slick with her runny juices. Spike paced nervously, but never left her side, dawn breaking when she delivered the last one with a strenuous push. She panted, eyes practically crossed with euphoria.
Sweetie hummed while she cleaned her sister, who smiled weakly at her while the sun rose. “Is...is it over?”
“You did wonderful,” said Spike who beamed with pride at her side. “Just rest, we'll take care of everything.”
Rarity shook her head and whispered, “I want to see our eggs.” She carefully took one of those Sweetie had cleaned and pressed it to her bosom with a low coo, sitting up and holding it in a tender embrace. “It's so warm. Just like its father.”
He managed a toothy grin. “Aw, you did all the real work. But I'll need to seek help on this one. Figured we'd have human babies or something, never expected this.” He titled his head at the egg stack. “Better seek advice from a pair I know.”
“I understand. Sweetie will help me, won't you?” She nodded enthusiastically. “That settles it. Return us to the cave and do whatever you must. It's plenty safe and secluded here, so that shouldn't be a problem, especially with your food stores.”
“I...okay. Hate to leave you two alone, but I don't have much choice, do I?” He collected what he could and disposed of the ruined blanket in a small, controlled blaze. Then he carefully placed the wicker basket filled with the eggs and his two lovers upon his back. He decided it was safer to walk back, taking his time while morning broke.
While she was still quite sore and barely conscious, Rarity also felt pleasantly numb, and contented to simply be with them. Soon she found herself back home, taking a short bath, then tucked in layers of blankets and the eggs pressed close to her. Their shells appeared to be durable as stone, so she didn't need to worry about accidentally cracking one while she slept.
Plus Sweetie would be watching over her. She shot Spike a sad smile while he returned it then headed out.
*****
Spike flew at top speed, hitting all the old haunts. Dragons were typically nomadic to avoid the constant encroach of human civilization. But they tended to converge on warmer areas, and these two were no exception; it had taken a few days before he reached the rocky terrain where a mountain range and an active volcano that spewed molten lava awaited.
Grayish-black smoke suffused the atmosphere, ash trailed in the winds, and the sun was partially blotted. However he spotted his quarry within what humanity considered a hellish place; only the dragonesses were completely unlike how he recalled them. Somehow they had taken on feminine, human women guises, completely nude save for the chokers they wore, each fit with a gemstone that matched their color scheme. They were somehow wading in a bubbling pool, splashing and giggling.
Ember and Smolder appeared to be hybrids like Rarity, with claws where their hands and feet should be, leather wings on their backs, and tails above their dimpled buttocks. They stopped and turned at his approach, his shadow falling over them.
“Spike?!” Ember blushed and reflexively covered her chest. She was taller than her partner, lithe and with athletic, tone muscles that complimented her perky breasts and smaller but rather well-shaped bottom. “What brings you here?”
Smolder by contrast was shorter but much shapelier, unfazed by him catching them unawares as she planted hands on her wide hips. “Enjoying the view, I take it. Not that I blame him. You finally ready to hang with us?”
“Nah, I'm probably still too soft to keep up with you two.” He landed on the bank and tried not to stare, especially when the droplets of reddish-yellow lava ran down their naked curves, sticking to them. “Actually, sorry to say it, but I need your help.”
“Hmm, and why should we?” Ember approached him, and leaned over the side, resting on her hands as her pert breasts pointed downwards. Her raised tail swished about when she said, “Dragons aren't exactly known to hand out favors? We take what we want. Asking others for help and simply offering it free is a sign of weakness. A trade, on the other hand...”
He gulped. “I don't have much...”
“We don't need much,” chimed in Smolder who slyly look him over. “You've grown quite a bit, haven't you?” She and Ember embraced, crushing their breasts together while they leered at him with half-lidded eyes and coy smiles. Their pink and blue manes trailed behind them, also immune to the fires. “I'm certain we could come to some sort of arrangement?”
“Can't,” he said. “I've settled down with a pair of human women.”
Ember shrugged. “Not like they have to know.”
“I'd know. And I love them,” he explained.
“Love? Dragons don't do that,” retorted Smolder with a gruff scoff. “Sure, we team up when there's a mutual benefit, but friendship makes us soft and weak! Ember and I like to hunt together, but then we'll be on our way!”
Spike could tell that wasn't true but decided not to challenge her on it; their pride was at stake. No matter how much they cared about each other their society didn't allow them to admit it aloud. It's the same reason he'd never fit in and had left. “All I need is some tips on dealing with unhatched eggs, and figured you two might know. Please?”
“Like I said, not for free. I'm sure they'd understand,” said Ember.
“Forget it, then. Thanks anyway,” he answered unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice while he turned and spread his wings.
“Wait,” called Ember and he paused. “How about this? Take us back to your lair, and we'll discuss it with your lovers.”
“Sounds fine to me,” said Smolder who scratched her chin horns which jutted from her skull even in this shape. “You wanna hurry back to them anyhow, right? We could stick around, teach you what we know, if they're up for it.”
Spike considered for a moment. “Sure, why not?” He was reminded they were softer than they liked to let on.
Not sure how they've changed, though? Something to do with those gems, maybe? Don't know much about magic.
He was about to scoop them onto his back, but the pair took to their air with a furious beat of their wingspans. He shot skyward with them in formation, and they roared with glee, laughs escaping him too as he finally felt halfway accepted.
Neither bothered with a stitch of clothing, the supple flesh of their bare breasts and buttocks rippling under the powerful winds. Their laughter joined his, enjoying the freedom afforded them. Sometimes they glided dangerously close to him, letting their denuded skin caress his scales for brief, tantalizing moments before they broke off, further tempting him.
No! I...I love Rarity and Sweetie Belle. Sure, Ember and Smolder are attractive, but I can't betray my lovers!
Smolder interrupted his thoughts. “Aren't you curious about our new forms?”
“It did cross my mind,” he admitted having to yell like them over the winds while the scenery raced by.
Ember's nail tapped the azure gem in her choker. “Made a deal with a wizard. Figured it'd be neat to see how humans live.”
“And she totally has the hots for you and thought this would help,” added Smolder with her usual bluntness.
Shooting her a glare with a harsh blush Ember replied, “Like you're any different!” She huffed and raced ahead.
“Hey, wait up!” Smolder struggled to catch up, offering Spike an amazing view of their backsides and crotches which made him drool. He couldn't bring himself to look away, couldn't match their pace even if he wanted to, so he simply relished the sights.
Dragons were known for mating in mid-air, the males pouncing on females and restraining them while they rutted them senseless. It shamed him to feel his loins stir at the thought, certain they wouldn't reject if he forcefully took them here.
Damn these dragon instincts! Worse still, I can smell how wet they are from here!
*****
“I wonder how Spike is doing,” said Rarity who sat on a blanket with the eggs between her and Sweetie. She was still incredibly round and milky. She massaged her incredibly sensitive udders which were sore with excess, and her sister cheerily hopped up and fetched a bucket. She cooed softly with a flush whenever Sweetie started to squeeze and knead them, shooting sprays of lactate into them. “Ah...mmm,” she moaned as strings violently spurted out while titflesh smooshed under Sweetie's fingers.
She half-lidded her eyes while Sweetie settled behind her and worked her over. With the excess this would likely take nearly an hour as usual, small spikes of pleasure flowering throughout her breasts and rippling out while she whined.
I feel like such a cow. But it does feel rather nice. And Spike seems to enjoy watching. Sweetie, too, appears to like working me over. Why does it feel so nice? It's like all the blood's flowing out to my sex, engorging it with sheer, unbridled lust...
They perked up when a rustle sounded at the cave's entrance. “I'm home,” called Spike with an echo. “And I've brought a couple of old friends! Ember, Smolder, come and introduce yourselves!” They padded in after him, looking about.
Sweetie shot up with a bounce and a furrowed brow. “Hey, they're half dragons like you!”
“Yes, they are.” Rarity tried to put on a polite expression but her lips pursed with a pout. Once more her mind ran with the idea Spike might prefer to be with his own kind, that she could never truly fulfill him, no matter how content they all seemed.
I'm being silly, aren't I? I shouldn't be so jealous. Especially not after how well he's treated me.
“Nice place,” observed Smolder who walked around and admired her silhouette when she flexed a bicep.
“Nice treasure pile too,” noted Ember while she strolled in further. “Though a bit small by our standards. You are a runt though, Spike. Only a harem of two, at that? My father, the Dragon Lord, has several dozen concubines under him!”
“Yeah, well I'm not him. I'm quite happy with these two,” he countered pulling Rarity and Sweetie possessively to him.
“We'll see if that lasts,” muttered Smolder with a chuckle.
“It will,” said Rarity with a twitch of her ear. With her half-dragon shape her senses had improved, able to catch their asides, and smell the musk of their arousal. “We all love each other. And nothing can ever tear up apart. My name is Rarity-”
“And I'm Sweetie Belle!” She raced around the newcomers and checked them out.
“You're a little bundle of energy,” said Smolder who ruffled Sweetie's curls with another chuckle.
“Not that little,” replied Sweetie who mischievously pressed close to her. “So, about those eggs...”
“We have a proposal.” Ember waved them over and they all sat around the blanket. The shimmery crystalline cast a colorful prism over their bodies, and Spike sheepishly hovered at the edge, his tail flicking. “We'll help out however we can, make sure those eggs hatch and your offspring arrive nice and strong. But in return, Smolder and I want in, too...”
Rarity's heart raced with ambivalence. It's true she wanted their spawn to turn out the best they could, and perhaps they could teach her much about her new form. But she also worried it could drive a wedge between her, Spike, and Sweetie.
What to do? I can't allow personal feelings to override common sense. My children are depending on me.
After the group conferred, it was decided their guests would remain while Spike and his mates thought it over. He offered his pile of riches to Ember and Smolder, who cuddled within them, while he wrapped his tail about Rarity, Sweetie, and the eggs. While the dragonesses and Sweetie quickly and easily passed out, he and Rarity struggled to maintain eye contact while they tossed and turned. Even in the most shadowy portions of the caverns a soft radiance penetrated the darkness.
His lovers were tethered to him by collars and chains, the property of their master. It was their place to serve him, and in return he protected them, provided and made certain they were safe and happy. It was an arrangement that contented them all.
Yet now there was the ever present risk that Ember and Smolder would spoil what they had worked so hard to build.
“Spike...” She cupped his snout and moved him to face her. “I'm not upset. Simply...surprised.”
“I've run about with them in the past, but we never did anything. Ember and Smolder didn't think I was worthy back then, anyhow. I couldn't keep up with them whenever they hunted, no matter how much I pushed myself.” His head drooped.
“And now that you've grown up a bit they want you back,” said Rarity with a shake of her head. She cupped his face with both palms and stared into his eyes with a slow swallow. “Be honest with me. Do you think you'd be happier with the pair of them?”
“No! I mean, I do like them, but I'd never choose them over you and Sweetie!” He rested a claw on her rounded belly.
She met his gaze in a neutral manner for several moments, then slowly smiled. “I'm relieved to hear it.” Cuddling up to him, they watched Sweetie softly snore, stretched out lazily before them. She tenderly traced his scales, and he in turn her stomach.
His eyes watered when he studied the eggs they'd helped make together. Like her Sweetie would also bear their offspring, but this time he'd take better precautions. He sunk down next to her, and his snout met Rarity's lips in a soft, wet kiss.
She reclined, parting her thighs, beckoning to him with barely open eyes. He leaned in, his elongated tongue sticking out, and encircled her tits repeatedly, squishing the pale orbs which leaked sweet milk over his taste buds. “Take me,” she urged.
Sweetie stirred with multiple blinks. “Hey, no fair doing a quickie without me!” She crawled over to join them.
“Now Sweetie, what have I told you? We're here to serve our master,” said Rarity as they rested on their knees before him.
His claws rested atop their heads when they started to service him. It was a familiar dance, one Rarity often worried would grow routine, but guttural moans emerged starting from his stomach when they quickly teased out his twin shafts with their strokes. They traced his crimson, moist lengths, tickled the flesh ridges, peppering them in a series of wet kisses.
None of them noticed that Ember and Smolder crept up to watch. Only when they were unobserved could they let down their guard; their claws linked, as did their tails, expressing with physical actions what they weren't allowed to share in words. Their mouths quietly met, lest they give away their presence, barely able to contain their passion as they nibbled at their lover.
With their guardian worked up, Rarity turned around and presented herself on all fours, while Sweetie clambered atop her. Sultrily they gazed at him over their shoulder, still oblivious to Ember and Smolder watching around the corner. He brushed his tail over their slits, slicking it while he made certain they were sufficiently moist, and slowly sunk his tips into their twats.
Their maws opened in a united moan. Rarity swirled her raised tail about, clenching her buttocks, she and her sister's assholes puckered when he slowly started to spear them. He took their chains in his jaws and playfully pulled on them. His claws wandered over their flesh, and he cast back his head with a low growl, only to catch shadows cast from the corner of his eye.
He stared wide-eyed at Ember and Smolder, who grinned back. They started to feel each other up, their tails snaking up their partner's thighs, slithering until the spaded tips speared their pussies with a noisy squish. Not that Rarity or Sweetie noticed amidst their lewd moans. They were concentrating on gazing back into his eyes, faces warped in sheer rapture.
He landed a smack on their bottoms with his palms, the air whistling with the strike, flesh ripping and turning red as they sharply howled. He gripped their buttocks tenderly, sinking his thumbs into their rectums which constricted around him.
While they watched Ember and Smolder continually explored their lover, brushing and groping smooth, squishy skin, moving their tails into their partner faster-and-faster with moist schlicks that made their twats pulsate and spatter the floor. Their mouths and tongues wrestled, sucking and nibbling, used to much more rough treatment from drakes they mated with.
Is that why those two are interested in me? They always told me I'm softer than other dragons, but...maybe they secretly like that? From what they've told me, male dragons just take what they want and quickly move on...unless you're like the Dragon Lord and you can add more concubines to your harem! Man, hope I never have to deal with him...
His lovers mercilessly milked him, clamped down their pink slippery walls, desperate to squeeze out more of his addictive, pleasure-inducing seed which would cake their insides to the core. He growled, moving his hips with all the speed and force he dared, wanting to bang them senseless but knowing he couldn't risk it, not even with the way their interiors were being altered.
“Let it all loose,” urged Rarity with glazed over eyes, sense and self-preservation fleeing her with a need to be fully bred.
“P-please,” whined Sweetie with similar hazy eyes, lips drawn in joy, and unable to care about anything at the moment but how much pleasure their master could provide; despite the sisters knowing if he ever spent himself directly in them they would die.
“Rarity...Sweetie...I love you-!” He restrained himself long as he could, helped by all the lovemaking they'd done over time; edged as their snatches greedily sucked on his cocks, their fat pussy lips drooling over his lengths and balls.
As usual he gritted his teeth with a hiss, loosed only a portion of his initial burst which flooded directly into their wombs, and popped loose from their stretched holes while he relentlessly unloaded all over them. Their canals and sphincters were clenching, the two crying out while they bathed in his torrents of spunk which slapped down on their nude flesh.
They too spewed their feminine lubrication on his crotch and each other, barely able to stay conscious under pleasure overload.
Spurred on by what they were watching, Ember and Smolder were quick to follow, shrilly howling when they came. Gushing over their partner's still deeply buried tail, they rode out an extensive quaking of their nethers, while Spike fired out the last sprays of his cum which Rarity and Sweetie were practically wading in a pool of that clung to every inch of them.
“So,” called Rarity when the dragonesses started to come down from their high. “It would appear you couldn't wait?”
“Yeah, well...” Smolder simply shrugged it off, her breasts still heaving between pants.
“We needed to see if Spike's really all you claim he is. But we'd prefer to test him ourselves,” said Ember between huffs.
Rarity sat with her sister in a spreading puddle of sticky cream and whispered, “What do you think Sweetie dear?”
“I'm okay with it. So long as we're first in Spike's heart,” replied Sweetie who played with one of her bouncy curls.
“I have an idea, if everyone will indulge me...” Rarity stood with all the dignity she could muster in her current position, not that she felt any shame in being bathed in her lover's virile seed, its scent making her dizzy. “Ahem.” She planted hands on her wide hips. “I have a counter-proposal. You two may also become his lovers...on a condition.”
Smolder scoffed and gruffly said, “Dragons don't make deals with-”
Ember raised a hand to silence her. “Let's hear her out, at least. Then we'll decide.”
Rarity looked back to her master who nodded once. “It's like this...we're Spike's possessions. Think of it like a symbiotic relationship, where he protects and provides for us, and we offer all we have in return to sate his needs. Are you two capable of that? Are you prepared to wear these collars?” She walked around their guests and stroked her own choker. “To kneel and prostrate yourselves before him? To submit, completely and utterly at his whims, to let him mate you as he pleases and bear his spawn? Because if you do wish to be his, even temporarily, then I expect you two to accept the same treatment.”
Smolder puffed out her burning cheeks. “No way! I'm not gonna be his toy!”
Ember flushed too and stared down at her clawed feet. “I...I'll do it.” She boldly met his eyes.
“What?! You can't be serious!” Smolder fumed and stamped a foot. “Where's your pride as a dragon?!”
“Strength isn't everything, Smolder. You know that. My father didn't become Dragon Lord by sheer power alone. I think Spike has the potential to match him...in time. But he'll need to be properly trained. Father has dozens of concubines to serve as symbols of his status and prowess.” Ember moved close as she dared to Spike. “Can you prove yourself worthy of us?”
He swallowed hard and looked between all the females collected before him. “I...I will,” he corrected and boldly proclaimed.
I'm supposed to look after them, and to do that, I can't afford to be lazy, weak, or cowardly! I won't disappoint them!
“Oh, one more addition.” Rarity smiled at her lover and whispered into his fin-like ear. He sheepishly chuckled with a nod and carefully removed the chains from her and Sweetie's collars, which he opened and handed to her. She offered one to Sweetie and murmured her plan which her little sister nodded enthusiastically at. “If you please, Ember, Smolder, kneel before us.”
Ember immediately knelt and Smolder hissed, “Fine.” She too lowered herself as they approached.
“We are ready to serve,” said Ember who nonetheless went rigid, all the way to her wingspan and tail. A female dragon would allow any common male to conquer them; no, he needed to be someone who could dominate them completely.
Otherwise any eggs they bore wouldn't be worthy to survive, wouldn't be fit to help carry on their proud species!
“Since your new additions we must ascertain your worthiness,” explained Rarity with a titter while she placed the chain on Ember's choker and locked it into place with a snap. Sweetie did the same with Smolder. “Consider it a right of passage before you're fit to stand equally with us. Release your dragon pride. Enjoy the freedom from responsibility your new master offers...”
Sweetie beamed. “They look nice on you!” She mischievously yanked her chain a little and Smolder scrunched her face.
Whatever the duo felt they accepted without further complaint. Spike skulked around them in a circle, admired the denuded foursome, prostrated and ready to serve him. But he didn't need to rush. He would give them time to settle in, to teach Rarity and Sweetie what they could as they would do for Ember and Smolder in return. And then he would break them in...
“First order of business,” said Rarity who tilted her head sideways at Spike. “Your master is dirty, is he not? Shouldn't you clean him?” Ember and Smolder, held by her and Sweetie on collars and chains, followed her gaze to the dragon's half-flaccid extensions. Both were still wet with a combination of his own secretions and the moist holes he'd been buried in.
“I dunno,” began Smolder but Ember was already crawling forward on all fours, her tail rocking and her face burning.
“You don't have to,” reminded Sweetie Belle. “No pressure!”
However much as she hated to admit it Smolder was torn between personal pride and her competitive side. If she ran away now or refused she'd appear weak as Ember showed her up. Worse still, much as it shamed her a tingle electrified her womanhood at the idea of submitting to such a powerful male...at least for a little while. “F-fine, I'll try it.” She skulked over too.
Spike sat on his haunches and stared down at the dragonesses-turned-human-females, their faces glowing a bright pink. They knelt before him, placed their palms upon his scaly thighs for support, and slowly moved their mouths to his meat. He shuddered at the series of wet kisses they placed upon them with smacks, groaned low when they started to work him with their tongues.
These too were similar to his own; impossibly long as they started to stretch and repeatedly wrap around his shafts. He reclined his head with a shallow growl, hardening once more and oozing down thick gobs of salty precum in a steady flow.
“I suppose it isn't fair to let them do all the work. Shall we?” Rarity winked at her sister.
“Mm-hmm!” Sweetie practically bounced over as they hurried to support their new 'pets'. Rarity aided Ember in working one of his cocks, while Sweetie did the same with Smolder, lapping and nibbling and sucking down his steady overflow.
They half-lidded their eyes, staring up at him, watching him twist and squirm while his snout contorted in pleasure. His equipment pulsed, their hands reaching up, running over his musculature while they practically worshiped it as they did his cocks. Sometimes he felt their soft, pliable breasts crush upon him, further teasing the tamed beast.
“Now, now.” Rarity withdrew in a messy trail of spit and pre. “This is simply a tease, isn't it? Although I must confess I'm rather envious of what you two can do with your tongues...” She watched the way they repeatedly wrapped around him.
Am I that insecure? I wonder if dear Sweetie feels the same? No, she's still rather innocent, simply content to help out. Yet what if Ember and Smolder really are more suited to him? They could give him what we never could...
“You're right,” said Smolder who also withdrew. “Foreplay'll never satisfy you, huh?”
“I'll live. You don't have to rush it,” said Spike despite how painfully his loins ached to release themselves.
Ember withdrew her tongue too, and Sweetie reluctantly followed. “These gems are a wonder.” The Princess tapped hers in its choker. “We can control how human we choose to become. Smolder and I? Still dragons on the inside.”
Smolder grinned. “That means we could still safely mate with you, any way you like, unlike your human girls!”
“It's not good to keep those baser instincts bottled up all the time,” continued Ember. “Sure, you've done wonders keeping a handle on them until now, but what if you ever lose control? You'd probably go on a complete rampage!”
Rarity looked between them and then Spike. “Is this true?”
“I'd never hurt any of you,” he swore but his face fell with unspoken doubts and shame. He turned away and mumbled, “It's why I usually avoid humans. I've seen a few dragons lose themselves in the moment, burn down crops or forests when they lost control. Maybe the maidens I saved were right to fear me. We're violent by nature.” He bowed his head, burying it in his claws.
“Spike...” Rarity strolled up and draped herself on her lover to comfort him. He trembled under her touch.
Is he...weeping? He's so sensitive compared to his kind, from what I've heard about them. No wonder he's an outcast. But I believe that's also where Ember's and Smolder's interest in him resides. So strong, and yet so vulnerable.
Sweetie asked, “So does that mean you two can help him let out all that pent up aggression? Then go for it!”
“Yeah,” explained Smolder with a pat of her tummy. “You feel it too, don't you, Rarity? You've changed to become more like us, so it'll probably be safe for him to go all-out on you too after you've recovered from your pregnancy, but until then-”
“We could step in and...train him,” finished Ember whose face heated all over while she studied her feet.
Rarity took several moments to think it over, rubbing her chin while she paced a bit. She turned to Sweetie, who enthusiastically nodded, then rested her hands around Spike's snout and shifted it until they locked eyes. “Yes, I do believe it would be for the best. It's an arrangement that would benefit us all. Would you be willing to try it, my dearest Spike?”
He gulped hard. “Yeah. I didn't want you or Sweetie to see me like that, though-”
Rarity shook her head. “It's part of your dragon nature. Nothing to be ashamed of. I swore to accept you entirely as you are.”
“Same here!” Sweetie hopped in place. “Plus, I am kind of curious...”
Spike nodded. “You two had better stand back, then. Ember, Smolder, are you ready?” They knelt before him, and his muscles grew taut, still hesitating to take charge in such an overt way. “Uh, I'll need a little help to, you know, get it up again.”
“Allow us to help,” said Rarity who took Sweetie's hand and led her closer. “Sweetie, remember the dances I taught you? Follow my movements.” She and her sister started to sway, almost in unison, but whatever clumsiness Sweetie still maintained was easily made up for with sheer joyous enthusiasm. They raised their hands, rocking their hips, their breasts swinging.
Not to be outdone Ember and Smolder joined in; but in contrast to their calculated movements, the dragonesses moved in a wild, tribal rhythm, making the area shake when they threw themselves about and almost knocking his lovers over. However the foursome had the desired effect, holding his gaze while Rarity plucked a bottle of oil from her belongings and started to smear it over her. She passed it between them, and they slathered their curves in it, until they were polished to a fine sheen.
“Let the beast free,” urged Ember who rubbed her breasts. “Breed us.”
Smolder turned and looked over her shoulder as she landed a two-handed smack on her ample rump which jiggled under the impact. “You want it, don't ya?” She spread her cheeks open, inviting him to take whatever hole he desired.
“Spike want,” he growled out as he started to let himself free. Far more than he usually dared. His eyes turned to slits, drool leaking between his sharp teeth. Rarity and Sweetie carefully withdrew, while he unfurled his wings and pounced on Ember and Smolder, bowling them over and almost knocking the wind from them as they were slammed to the cave floor.
They were side-by-side, and with his claws he lifted their legs up, angling their pussies and asses towards his dragonhoods. Somehow they seemed larger, more erect than ever, dripping precum which was so how it steamed over their flesh. They hissed in delight, clenching their warm orifices, gushing a small puddle below him in eagerness to be fully taken.
“Put it in already,” demanded Smolder who squirmed impatiently.
“We're your treasure, aren't we?” Ember narrowed her eyes with a coy smile. “Yours to claim.”
Taking a moment to prod their vaginal caves, he suddenly slammed into them with a grunt. Their faces twisted while they cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, these smaller frames barely able to take him. He pierced all the way past their cervices, bottoming out into their wombs, their bellies bulging into his penis shapes while he explored their slippery wounds with wet squelches. Again-and-again he pounded them, their cunts spattering him, as they mewled and loose rocks fell under the quake.
The pair panted, helpless while his claws held their midsections, nothing more than vessels that needed to be successfully mated to completion. His more savage instincts took hold, the need to conquer and dominate, that they were bitches there solely for his relief he desperately needed to inseminate. Animal grunts escaped him each time he impaled their soft pink walls.
Angrily he speared them, their bodies trembling under the brutal way a dragon mated, oily tits and buttocks smacking while his pre continued to smear along their supple flesh. His ridges scraped along their insides, molesting their spongy g-spots, making their snatches further water and drip down his testicles which smacked into them. Their moans echoed around him.
The sisters watched in shared fascination.
Do I dare...? He's dangerous in this state, but...I want to be as close with him as I can.
Taking a deep breath, Rarity circled around him, and Sweetie followed her lead. Carefully they pressed their slick, denuded physiques upon his scaly back. Realizing he was entirely focused on his current mates, they helped by draping themselves on his chiseled backside, massaging him with their palms and breasts which they dragged along his armor-like surface.
They peppered him in messy kisses with audible smacks. The sisters also straddled his spiny tail, rubbing their twats over its length, grinding into it. His prehensile extension swished about under them, almost bucking them off as they clung to him.
From the throbbing of his cocks the dragonesses realized he was ready to unload directly into their wombs. Neither could stop him now, even if they wanted to, as it was a male's job to dominate his prey, to prove him worthy to fill them with eggs capable of enduring the harshest of environments. Ember turned to her partner and huffed, “R-ready to become a mother...?!”
“S-sure,” answered Smolder as they leaned in and encircled their tongues repeatedly.
With a final, savage thrust, Spike raised his snout and unleashed a cone of hellish flame. Even in this hyper-masculine, predatory state he instinctively knew not to harm any of his females, that they were his prizes to be protected and to bear his offspring. His balls churned while he pumped the first barrage directly into their cores.
His soup washed about their insides, their quickly fertilized eggs swimming in the creamy, sloshing mess. Their stomachs almost instantly ballooned, excess rushing around their gaped wide cunts, and the sheer intensity made them howl too, breathing small plumes of dancing fires as they gushed all over his loins in shared rapture. They flapped their wings the entire time, swishing their tails, eyes rolling into their heads and tongues lolling out. He dug his claws into them, not hard enough to break the skin but keeping them held in place; not that either wanted to be parted from them, their bodies able to take the force of his release.
Rarity turned to face Sweetie, still riding about Spike's tail while they embraced each other and locked lips. Rubbing themselves upon the softer portions of his spines, they rode out orgasms of their own, their snatches drooling all the way down his length and dripping off his spaded tip. Their spread pussy lips continually suckled around his tail, coming down from their own climax.
With the last droplets loosed Spike's slit eyes gradually returned to normal. He removed himself with a loud pop, their parted pink holes letting out a creamy deluge that pooled with their own feminine excretions. “Are you two okay...?” He drew the panting duo to his powerful chest, not caring how messy both were, his sole concern their safety after he let the beast free.
“Y-yeah...we're fine,” mumbled Smolder with a goofy grin on her face while she basked in her afterglow.
“Just...peachy.” Ember offered a weak thumbs up. “But you'll have to take responsibility, you know.”
“I know,” he replied sheepishly with a scratch of his neck.
“That means you'll...have to meet my father...the Dragon Lord,” she finished between heavy breaths.
“Of course.” He tensed up and muttered, “Hope he's not as scary as I've heard...”
“You owe us too,” reminded Rarity when she and Sweetie strolled over to meet the dragonesses.
“No worry, we keep our promises. Our pride is at stake, after all.” Ember smirked and winked, clinging to him.
“Cross our hearts,” added Smolder who thumped a fist to her bosom.
Sweetie beamed wide. “Guess we can trust them! So, you'll teach us all about your kind?”
The pair nodded and Rarity embraced them, her sister, and her lover. In turn she would teach them too; hopefully, they would also want to learn how to read, if neither were capable already. It was certainly possible Ember knew a little about it, after all, what with her being a Princess. Then again, from what she knew most dragons didn't put any value on such things!
Theirs was a simpler culture of brute force and survival of the fittest. No wonder he'd never quite fit in.
He's a sensitive soul. Now I know, whatever Ember's and Smolder's wonderful qualities, they could never truly replace us. It was silly of me to worry. Plus, I somehow doubt either of them could create beauty quite like this...
“Spike, I have a present for you. Sweetie Belle and I crafted it together.” She and Sweetie exchanged a look. He watched curiously, still holding Ember and Smolder while they dug through a pile of his treasures where they'd hidden it. “Here.”
The delicious ruby had been carved by the sisters into a heart shape. “It's a symbol of our love,” piped up Sweetie.
“It's wonderful.” It shimmered a brilliant scarlet under the phosphorescence. He, Ember, and Smolder stared, mouths watering at how tasty it would surely be; but he couldn't bring himself to consume something they had worked so hard on. Nonetheless it would always be there, tempting him. It proved warm to the touch when he carefully wrapped a claw around it.
It's odd...it appears delicious to me, too. Perhaps I've become far more like a dragon than I care to admit?
She marched with them to the pool and bathed together with Spike curled by the bank. As usual he heated the waters until they steamed, careful to make certain it couldn't harm his lovers, who giggled and splashed and waded about. The fire ruby was proudly displayed and cast a passionate luminescence over them that added to the water's sparkly sheen.
For now Ember and Smolder decided they would stay with them for at least a few weeks. But they would have to return home soon, before the Dragon Lord missed them. She soaped up Sweetie in suds, her mind wandering while she studied Spike.
I do hope the Dragon Lord won't be furious when he learns Spike mated with his daughter. From what he';s told me, he's a runt by the standards of his species. Will he be deemed too weak? Unworthy? What if he's punished...?
There's no use worrying about what can't be changed, I suppose. I have faith in him. I'm certain Sweetie does, too. Ember and Smolder clearly see the value in him, so I pray the Dragon Lord is more open-minded than rumored.
Afterward the foursome cuddled up within his tail and wingspan, which cloaked them in darkness. Rarity pressed her head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Sweetie did the same, while Ember and Smolder held each other, in a rare moment where they were able to let their guard down and express their more sensitive sides without fear of judgment. She was relieved to see them settle in so swiftly, assured much like the day he rescued her that it would all work out somehow.
