With the Fire Ruby stolen, Spike and Ember must undertake another quest across Equestria to locate it. However they soon run across the gun slinging bounty huntress Applejack, and the notorious air pirate Rainbow Dash!
Meticulously crafted by Rarity and Sweetie Belle to express their love, the Fire Ruby lies within Spike's lair, only to vanish one day. Ember and Smolder claim ignorance, and in a rage Spike sets out to discover who committed the deed with Ember in tow.
Their quest takes them further into Equestria and adventure, where the bounty huntress Applejack and the sky pirate Rainbow Dash are enveloped by a bitter rivalry that goes back to their childhood!
Now an all-out war threatens to break put between the air pirates and bounty hunters in a steampunk town, with the dragons stuck in the middle...
Note: All characters are 18 or older. Other characters appearing: Apple Bloom, Flim & Flam, Celaeno, Lightning Dust, Cherry Jubilee, Pinkie Pie, Gilda, Scootaloo.
By this point Spike and his lovers had settled into a routine. Tucked away inside his lair, they took turns looking after the offspring he'd sired with them so far. The five Kirin all belonged to Rarity, while Sweetie Belle had ballooned with her own advanced pregnancy. Ember and Smolder had started to show signs too, much to his chagrin.
A spectrum of lights cast by crystal shards embedded in the cave walls illuminated the gloom. He warmed his posterior on his vast pile of treasures, mostly gold coins, claws wrapped tight around Sweetie's midsection. Like her older sister she had mutated from his sperm too; leather wings, claws, tiny horns, and a tail with a spade tip adorned the otherwise still human woman, at least on the surface. But beneath she had altered like the dragonesses', in order to better mate with him and bear his spawn.
She giggled and bounced atop his twin cocks, which buried balls deep with a wet slap each time she landed. Her well-rounded stomach pressed against his scaly muscles, and her voluminous tits were so pale that like Rarity he could see the veins underneath. Her saucer nipples enclosed much of their surface area, and had went from a pastel pink to a vibrant purple; leaking sweet milk as they jiggled and slapped which he licked away with his extensive forked tongue.
“Thanks,” she huffed with her slender arms cradled around his neck. “For making me a woman!”
“My pleasure.” He intertwined his tail with hers, stroked her curls then traced down her bare curves. His fin ears flicked, listening to the Kirin laugh and cry and scamper about in another section; it was hard to get any privacy but he made certain all his mates were well-tended to. He was supposed to be their protector and provider, a responsibility he gladly accepted.
“I-I'm close!” She dug her nails into his sculpted back with a clench of her teeth.
By this point he knew the signals well. She tightened around his ridged penises, and he allowed himself sweet release with a grunt. The throbs of his equipment and the explosion of semen tickled her interior. Her squeals mixed with his howls, echoed around them, and a volcanic eruption exited her clamped down pussy, drenching his lap while he pumped cum into her.
She collapsed against him soaked in sweat and hazy-eyed. “That never gets old,” she murmured with a kiss on his snout. “To think, without you Rarity and I wouldn't even be here now! I just hope our parents are okay...”
He clasped her to him. “Discord's still keeping tabs on them. They're fine.”
Of course they'll never really get over the loss of their daughters. Wish we could tell them the truth, but I can't risk letting the village know. Who knows what punishment would be dealt out? Or what if humans started an all-out war with the dragons? I mean, we'd probably win, but it would probably push Torch to keep them in line, and both sides would end up suffering!
Gently he removed himself from Sweetie and set her down. With a stretch, he padded away on all fours, and headed to their prize; the Fire Heart, a ruby Rarity and Sweetie had crafted as a symbol of their shared love. However when he arrived its usual scarlet brilliance failed to illuminate the darkness. He skulked closer, only to realize it was missing from its usual spot.
“Hey Rarity,” he called. “Has anyone moved the Fire Heart?”
Rarity strolled in, naked like always, wings pulled tight to her slender back. “I haven't touched it.” Her eyes narrowed. “Ember, Smolder. Neither of you have eaten it, have you?” Like him they had eyed it and licked their chops a number of times.
“No way,” yelled back Ember with a snort. “Dragons understand the importance of symbols like that!”
“Yeah,” answered a gruff Smolder who was busy looking after the toddlers. “How do we know you or your sister didn't do it?! You're half-dragon now too, I'm sure it must've looked like a prize snack!”
Spike sniffed the air with a flare of his nostrils. “Wait, let's not jump to conclusions. It's faint, but I smell something unfamiliar. Or more like someone. I'm not sure how, but somebody slipped inside under our noses!”
“Accursed thief.” Rarity crossed her arms. “Out of all the things they could have taken.”
He curled his snout. “I can't let this go unchallenged. You two poured your heart and soul into it.” Greed and pride welled up in his heart. “But how can we track whoever did it down? They could be anywhere by now!”
Ember tapped her clawed foot with her arms crossed. “I could ask my father. And if he won't help, there's always Discord?”
Since none of them could come up with a better idea it was decided that would be their plan. Again after their usual farewells Spike and Ember undertook another long journey, traveled from place-to-place, in search of a clue to where the Fire Ruby had ended up and who the mysterious thief was. As always he left his offspring in the care of Smolder, who served as guardian, and Rarity and Sweetie Belle, who'd proven themselves quite the caretakers. With a heavy heart they ventured out...
*****
A cloud of dust swept over the sandy town. The air twisted from the heat, a steampunk-styled train rendered inoperative in the middle of the streets. When it settled the twins were visible, tied back-to-back, rounded up by a pair of bounty hunters. “We'll be out within a day at most,” said Flim who looked over his shoulder. “Isn't that so, brother of mine?”
“Indeed,” answered Flam whose eyes were shaded from the blazing sun by his hat's brim.
“And we'll be there to catch ya'll the next time you try 'n hustle someone,” warned Applejack who blew on the tip of her pistol, clouded in smoke. She was tall, shapely, and muscular, dressed in her stetson, tied top, skirt, and boots. “Apple Bloom, make certain the lassos are secure. Don't want a repeat of last time. They're a slippery bunch of eels!”
“You betcha!” Apple Bloom wore similar attire, with a bow in place of a hat. She holstered her gun at her hip and checked the binds. “All set! Baggin' these two should keep us fed for a week, at least!”
Applejack nodded. “Too bad we can't catch the real prize,” she mumbled under her breath. Her eyes turned to wanted posters scrawled over the buildings, some bounties wanted dead-or-alive, but one of the most notorious was her rival Rainbow Dash. She shook her blonde locks, bound at the end by a ribbon. “Let's drag these varmints in and-”
“What's that?” Apple Bloom pointed at a dark shape that descended from the sky.
The airship hovered into view, enveloped them in a wide shadow. Steam and smoke hissed from the contraption, sandstorms kicked up under the mechanical behemoth, an experimental contraption that had allowed its owners to stay several steps ahead of the law. Their bullets couldn't hope to pierce its thick metal hide, its sides lined with powerful cannons.
The crew of pirates stared over the sides, but Applejack was focused only on one. “Rainbow Dash!”
With a sly grin Rainbow Dash shot her a mock salute. She dressed as scandalous as her reputation, her nubile, athletic form barely contained in a bikini-style black top that enveloped her small but perky breasts, her thin but well-shaped hips and buttocks cloaked in a similar thong bottom. She kept a flintlock strapped to one side, a cutlass sheathed at the other which she leveled. “We'll take that! Captain Calaeno's orders, boys and bitches! Hit 'em quick and move out!”
Dozens of hooks shot out and wrapped around the steam train, wounded it in thick chains. The crowds kept their distance but couldn't help gawking at the technical marvel before them. Gradually the machinery was lifted up with a creak.
“Hey! Take us with you!” Flim and Flam struggled in their binds.
Rainbow Dash seemed to consider it a moment. “Sorry, we'd rather not split the profits any further!”
“This time you're mine,” said AJ who prepared herself to pounce. Her little sister seized her wrist and shook her head.
“No way! It'll be you versus dozens, at least! And on their territory at that!” Apple Bloom's eyes watered.
With a grumble Applejack exhaled and calmed herself. “Reckon so.” She wanted to shake her fist at Dash, who turned and bent over, mooning the mobs below with her fingers sliding down her lower garments and shaking her pert ass at them, landing a hard smack on a cheek. Her bare, well-toned back was decorated with wing tattoos. “Why that little bastard...”
“So long, suckers!” And with that the airship sped away with its new prize in tow.
“A-at least we have these two,” reminded Apple Bloom in attempt to calm her.
Yet at the moment all Applejack could think about was the past. A friendship turned bitter rivalry with Rainbow Dash when they reached adulthood. She'd become an arm of the law, and Dash, unable to fit in, abandoned the town and ran away to a life of adventure and crime. It was tireless, hard work, but she had her pride and couldn't accept what Dash had done.
Cruder than ever, too. No manners, no respect for anything, just take and do whatever you want. Well, I'm havin' none of it. She's evaded justice long enough. Don't wanna put Apple Bloom in needless danger, but there has to be someway to bring that renegade in. Maybe if we pooled our bits, hired a heavily armed team to track those pirates down and...
Her thoughts trailed off when the second surprise of the day arrived. Another pair of dark figures swept in. She and Apple Bloom stared in awe, and the mobs scattered, before the pair of dragons that swooped in. They appeared smaller than the ones they'd heard about yet had never seen, to the point where she'd often questioned whether they were simply legends.
“Were they here? We must have missed them,” said the female whose blue scales shimmery in the sunlight.
“We'll catch them,” promised the bulkier, purple one. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Y-yeah. Just need to rest a little,” she admitted and placed a claw over her soft underbelly.
“Oh boy...” He realized the implications immediately. Neither of them concerned themselves with their cover like usual, certain it was unlikely they would ever travel so out of the way again. “What a weird place.” He took in the saloons, machinery that hissed out vapors, the more modern way the populace was dressed. “Hopefully they're friendly?”
Applejack holstered her weapon in a gesture of peace and approached. Sand crunched under her boots. Were these two the answer she sought? They didn't appear to be mere monsters, at least. Her heart hammered, and Apple Bloom tried to pull her back, but she rebuffed her with a subtle head shake. In order to beat Rainbow Dash she would have to take a gamble...
*****
Grunts escaped the pair each time their pussies wetly kissed, slimy trails between inflamed lower lips, wet slaps audible each time their hips rocked and their sweaty, sticky bodies made contact. Rainbow Dash pressed her naked, nubile body to Lightning Dust's, in competition to see who could make the other squirt first, as they scissored atop piles of shimmery riches.
“You love it slut,” said Dash with a chuckle as she another rival whose trim form could have been her twin.
“Not as much as you cunt,” replied Dust between her own grunts and groans. A pool of their juices pooled under their plush bottoms, twats and assholes sticky with release, their pointy tits bouncing, like the rest of their curvature lined in sweat. The dim interior of the airship's treasury was alight in a golden sheen, access reserved for the Captain's most prized crew members.
This was how they always celebrated a successful mission. They were about even, with Dash in a slight lead, as she'd made Lightning cum her brains out first the last couple of times first. Rainbow called, “You ready?!”
With another particularly violent thrust, Dash's cunt slammed into Dust's, their slimy pink lips swollen and kissing. “Gah~!” Lightning clenched her eyes and lips, face flushed, and her lower holes clenched down. She hissed in humiliation and unbridled lust, spurted a spray of love nectar across Dash, who cackled in triumph and moaned when she allowed her own dam to finally break. Her waterfall sprayed over Dust in a similar manner, both left an even stickier, unkempt mess.
The door slammed open and Celaeno appeared in the entrance with a shout of, “At attention you scurvies!” The pirates were instantly on their feet with what little dignity they could muster. The tall woman looked them over with a tsk of distaste, dressed in the typical Captain attire, one of her legs replaced by a mechanical prosthetic. “We can't afford to take it easy yet!”
“Y-yeah...” Rainbow had to admit the Captain was one of the few she truly respected.
Celaeno claimed to be a harpy from some exotic land. Her hair was akin to feathers, a plume on her back, her feet like talons. Otherwise she appeared like a human woman, and puffed out her heavy breast, cheek dotted in a beauty mark. “I let you two run amok because you push each other to new heights, but you've been slackin' lately, Lightning Dust!”
With a grumble and clench of her teeth Lightning Dust said, “Yes Captain. I'll shape up!”
“You'd better! And you, Rainbow Dash! You're supposed to keep an eye on each other! If she falls behind, it's your fault too!” She unsheathed her cutlass so fast it was impossible to follow, poked the tip between Dash's and Dust's wet tits.
“Okay, okay, Captain! I'll take care of it!” Dash raised her hands with a sigh.
“Good. Be ready before the crack of dawn. They won't expect us to hit 'em again so soon!” Celaeno turned and left.
Rainbow Dash shrugged and turned with a slight smile to Lightning Dust, who glared back momentarily, throwing herself down on the treasure pile to sulk. Her nude shape glistened under the light, the shadows crawling over her lithe contours. She couldn't help but drink her in, hopeful that after she cooled down they could go back to some playful ribbing to break the tension.
I don't want her to live in my shadow, but hey, someone has to be the best! Why shouldn't it be me? We're free to go where we want, do what we want, drink, fuck, and be merry...shouldn't that be enough? No, I still have some unfinished business with Applejack. I don't wanna hurt her, but so long as we're in the same territory she won't stop hounding us!
She looked over her shoulder at the wing tattoos Celaeno had inked into her skin in return for prized service. Lightning Dust wore a similar pair. They were said to be enchanted, to allow one to fly, but so far neither had figured out how to make them work and the Captain said they never would if she had to tell them.
She rubbed her skin, dreamed of taking flight, certain she would someday...
Dry dust billowed around Applejack's boots on her approach. Her heart pounded, and she took in the pair of dragons, magnificent scaled creatures which shimmered in the afternoon sun. “Howdy.” She tipped her stetson at them. “The name's Applejack. Welcome to our humble lil' old town. Doesn't have an official name, but we call it Gunsmoke.”
She paused while their eyes took her in. Most of the mobs had dispersed, but some were still watching, albeit from a safe distance which included the shops and homes that decorated the area. Bolstered by her older sister's confidence, and wanting to support her, Apple Bloom inched her way up to her side. “And I'm Apple Bloom! Hello there!”
“I'm Spike, and this is Ember.” He rested a claw on her shoulder. “She's in a bad state-”
Ember shook her head. “I don't need to be coddled.” She bristled her chest with pride, then relaxed her wiry muscles. “It's true, though...I don't feel too well.” Again she traced her soft underbelly with a blush, struggling to admit she needed help.
He said, “She's carrying eggs-”
She hissed, “Spike! But yeah...” Ember looked away and her cheeks flushed deeper, her wings pulled close.
Apple Bloom said, “Well why didn't ya'll say so to begin with? We'll take care of 'em, right sister?”
“Sure. Follow me. We can discuss things when we're all settled in.” Applejack led the way, past the onlookers, and the local authorities respected her well enough that they trusted her judgment. She'd run out trouble dozens of times, after all. Flim and Flam were still trying to negotiate while they were hauled away to jail, still declaring their innocence and ignorance.
She knew just the place, however she looked to her little sister, who she still couldn't help but see as a child in many ways despite how much she'd matured. “You should head on home, sis. Big Mac could use the help, lookin' after Granny Smith.”
Apple Bloom planted hands on her hips. “Hey, you're not ditchin' me!” But a glare from AJ made her shrink and pout. After a moment she kicked up some dirt. “Aw, shucks! You never let me have any fun! No wonder Rainbow Dash ran away!”
“Sis, wait!” AJ reached for her, but she'd already scampered off in a huff. She pursed her lips with a sigh.
That was a low-blow...but maybe she's right. I probably was too hard on Dashie back in the day. But someone's gotta maintain order, or else troublemakers like Flim and Flam'll be the least of Gunsmoke's problems! It's a rough world out there on the frontier, and I don't wanna see Apple Bloom hardened by it, not if I can help her keep that childish innocence...
Nor did she want to admit the less unsavory sides of her work. They arrived at the town's most massive saloon...which also double as a brothel. All legal, of course, but she still blushed every time she set foot inside. The owner and matron, Cherry Jubilee, was another childhood friend of the family, and owed her a favor after she'd saved a few of her girls.
Can't exactly say I approve. Is it really an honest livin', selling your body? Then again, it's not always easy for a girl to find work around here, so I try not to be too judgmental. At least I know Cherry Jubilee'll take good care of her workers!
“Wait out here. I'll be right back.” Applejack stepped through the swinging doors.
A cacophony of noise and activity assaulted her. Not to mention the cigarette smoke and alcohol! Some of the saloon girls were dancing on tables, half a dozen on stage, kicking supple legs wrapped in stockings, hands lifting up skirts to expose fancy panties that clung to their womanly parts. Dresses were cut so low cleavage spilled out of them, corsets locking their supple figures in place. Around them men hooted, gambled, and played darts, some drinking themselves into a stupor.
Thankfully the atmosphere rarely ran out of control. Cherry Jubilee ran a tight ship, and wouldn't allow back anyone who caused trouble. A 'No Touching' sign was posted on a wall, next to portraits of some of the lovely ladies here.
Applejack pulled her stetson down to hide her eyes and made her way through the cramped area. Her muscular but smooth hips swayed with a natural swagger, comparable to many of the prostitutes here, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was a habit she'd picked up from the naturally sensuous Cherry Jubilee. “Hey there,” she called out.
“Well hello there stranger,” answered Cherry Jubilee with a wink and sensuous smirk. Her dark red mane was tied up and decorated with jewelry, a beauty mark upon her warm face, heavily made up eyes half-lidded with thick lashes. The scandalous dress she wore was a frilly, fancy piece of attire, yet her voluptuous pale breasts practically bounced free of their hold.
She leaned over the bar counter, letting her tits rest alluringly on its top, a variety of drinks and a menu behind her. Her manicured hand reached over and patted the empty stool before her. AJ tossed her hat onto a stand and settled her freckled butt in, trying not to stare at her figure. She normally thought herself pretty straight, yet often found her eyes drawn regardless.
“I...I've gotta favor to ask.” She accepted the glass of bubbly cider offered to her with a gulp. “You ever met a dragon?”
“Afraid not. You know I don't get out much.” Cherry swished her index finger through her own drink.
“But I know you hear rumors. Well anyhow, we got a couple of 'em in town. Male and female. The latter's packed up somethin' fierce with eggs, and is in all kinds of pain. What with all the girls that you've looked after here, includin' ones that got themselves knocked up, well...I hoped maybe you could help her?” She met her eyes with a sad smile.
Cherry chewed on her lower lip. “No promises I can take care of it, but I'll do whatever I can. Bring them around the back. Normally I'd leave this to my girls, but I'll take care of this one myself.” She withdrew a fan well-hidden between her bulbous tits, which wobbled in response, and unfolded the prop with a wave to summon a replacement. “Take over while I'm gone.”
“You betcha! Hey, Applejack!” One of the most popular saloon dancers, Pinkie Pie, wandered on over. She was rather shapely and bouncy too, a feather in her bouncy curls. “Sure you don't want to join us? It's much safer than being a bounty huntress!”
“N-no, I could never.” AJ swallowed, barely able to take the constant promise of sex all around her.
“Aw, that's a shame! But you've gotta do whatever make you happy!” Pinkie beamed wide. She hummed to herself, shook up a bottle she plucked from a shelf, an rapidly poured a series of drinks for the men at the stools, a few which she lit on fire with a match and giggled at the flames that danced up before her shiny wide eyes. “Now for the funnest part!”
She hopped up on the counter, hiked her skirts all the way up, and exposed her garter belt and matching black panties, which clung to her plush ass and thighs. Her heels clicked when she danced, teasing the drooling men before her.
AJ paused to watch a moment too, still curious if they were distantly related by blood like Pinkie thought after some old records were discovered. Gently her hand was taken by Cherry, and she followed her out the back, an eye still on Pinkie.
Though the halls they moved. Above she could hear muffled thumps and moans. Dozens of men went in-and-out in all senses to do their business. Sometimes she would see a prostitute pass by, in various states of undress, most naked save for stockings, garters, and other fetish wear that made her face color even further. Ever the professional, Cherry waved her fan at them.
“I could always have one of the girls 'relax' you,” offered Cherry in her sultriest voice. “You look a little heated.”
“Nah, I'm fine. Just lead the way.” She kept close to her, the air now dense with perfume and the musk of both sexes.
What's wrong with me? Granted, other than that stupid affair I had with that jerk who claimed to love me I haven't exactly gotten any action...but damn, I'm actin' like a schoolgirl who just hit puberty! All this stress must have me riled up.
Could use a bath, at least. Get all the grime and grit outta my unmentionables. Knowing old Cherry Jubilee, she'll have me fixed up in no time. As for Spike and Ember, well, hafta hope those two'll help me finally bring down those damned sky pirates!
*****
A pirate needed to be prepared at all times. At least, that's the philosophy Rainbow Dash followed, which had enabled her to rise all the way to second-in-command. She kept a weapon nearby at all times, even when she bathed, never allowed herself to drink too much, and practically slept with an eye open. She also took short naps between her exercises.
Currently she crossed blades with Lightning Dust, the captain's other hand so-to-speak. They'd cleaned up the mess they'd made in the treasury, only to make another mess when the denuded pair worked themselves into a sweaty frenzy with their duel.
Both were done up to look sexy for their next raid, piercings in their pointy nipples, similar embeddings in their clits. Hair whirled with each pass. Cutlasses smacked with audible rings, cast sparks about them. “Gotta keep in practice,” said Dash. She ducked and bent, barely evaded another swing that whirled closer. “Hey, you nearly took my nose off!”
“Think anyone out there'll care, bitch? You know some of those bounty hunters would shoot us dead on sight! We're wanted dead-or-alive!” Lightning hissed, both their bared, nubile forms now soaked in droplets of beady sweat.
“We're worth far more alive,” reminded Dash hopeful that would save them if it came down to it. But she almost hoped it would be quick if it came down to it, as she'd much rather die than ever be driven to betray her comrades.
“You're too soft!” Dust sneered and aimed a spiteful kick at the cunt which she deftly side-stepped.
Captain Calaeno reappeared at the door. “Cool it, you two. Get some shut eye while you can.”
“Fine.” Dust dropped her blade with a rattle. “See you in a few hours.” She plopped back down on a pile of coins.
Rainbow Dash frowned, the resentment of her fellow pirate-turned-rival clearer than ever. Somehow she didn't think their usual angry sex would be anywhere near enough to ease the tension. She decided to sleep in the crow's nest, and followed Calaeno down the corridors, which rocked and echoed with a thump each time the captain's false foot made contact with the floor.
Lanterns lit the way, the passages thick with gloomy shadows, and they ascended the stairs onto the deck. A few of her fellow raiders whistled, and she playfully shot them the finger, her trim hips and buttocks swaying with her long strides.
“Damn it. That lazy cunt," she muttered to herself when she saw Gilda was hogging the crow's nest again, the woman sprawled out in her underwear with a half-finished bottle of beer still in her lap. “That's why you'll always be third-rate!”
Gilda opened an eye and snarled down at her. “You're just pissed because I finally earned a pair of wing tattoos, too!” She stood and turned to show them off, the colorful ink worked into her muscular back. “Now buzz off, lame-o!”
She shook her head and searched about for a place to roost. The airship currently hovered by a mountain range in the middle of nowhere, sandstorms swirling below. She closed her eyes and breathed in the clearer air here, a little thin and cool, and bent over the rail to take in all the sights. “This is the life,” she told herself again, trying to put off another inevitable confrontation.
Scootaloo, an orphan she'd picked up off the streets and taken in many years ago, settled beside her. “When will I get to fly?” Her figure was also lean and trim, garbed in a loose top and shorts, cute but almost boyish in her slightly androgynous looks.
“You still need a few more years of experience under your belt, squirt.” She mussed up the girl's short hair.
Scootaloo planted hands on her hips. “Maybe on the next mission, if I do something super impressive?”
Dash sighed and planted her bottom on the rail. “Don't rush it,” she warned and bristled at the irony. Hadn't she rushed head-on into danger and adventure at a far younger age? She reminded herself Scootaloo was an adult now, but she still saw her as a child...another similarity to Applejack and her sister Apple Bloom she hated to admit. “I'm such a hypocrite.”
Scoots tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing.” She waved it away. “It's not like me to try and get too introspective, or whatever.” They were a well-oiled unit, with the most advanced piece of machinery in the world so far as they knew at their command. They'd hit countless towns and quickly sped away, but with the heat on they'd decided to keep to this region for the moment, lest anyone with real firepower decided to mount an all-out offensive on them. Even with this war machine they wouldn't win an extended siege.
Fuel wasn't exactly cheap nor easy to come by. Plus raiders weren't exactly known for their patience and there was always a risk of mutiny if the captain couldn't keep them pleased most of the time. Currently the steam train they'd 'liberated' was being dismantled, as while it was no doubt worth a fortune, Calaeno gambled it was better to use it for spare parts to make certain the airship was well-maintained at all times. It was more than simply a spiffy vehicle...it was the only home most of them knew.
Was it a mistake to take Scootaloo in? Maybe she could've had a normal, happier life if I ditched her all those years ago. But no, I had to be selfish and take her under my wing, tried to give her the same support my parents did before I lost them.
No, I couldn't abandon her to some orphanage! That sounds like a living hell! At least with me I can teach her and make sure she has some fun! Damn it, if its her dream to one day fly, then I'll make sure it happens, no matter what it takes!
*****
Applejack casually removed her clothes and tossed them aside. With a low moan she settled into the steamy bubble bath the madame had prepared for her. Well-sculpted muscles interlaced with smooth skin, dotted in freckles with a particular emphasis on her breasts and buttocks, a fact that made her shy whenever attention was drawn to their shapeliness.
In ignorance she assumed dragons wouldn't take any interest in her body and so bathed in the open before Spike and Ember, the latter who was currently tended to by Cherry Jubilee who supplied medicines to ease Ember's aches. “That hits the spot,” muttered AJ who dangled her spread wide arms and legs over the basin's sides, bathing in the open air behind the building.
Spike's eyes trailed over her on occasion. “Thanks for helping us out. But actually, we've got another concern.”
“We call it the Fire Ruby,” said Ember who lounged in the soft blankets laid out for her.
Spike continued, “We talked to the Dragon Lord and a creature called Discord, and were told an airship passed near my lair. We think a thief in the night might've sneaked in and taken it. I won't stop until it's returned where it belongs!”
“Easy there,” said AJ who opened an eye. “We can help each other. I know all about those air pirates.”
“Just show me the way,” said Spike whose nostrils flared with plumes of dark smoke. His scaly musculature tensed, like he was ready to spring, his form radiating heat. “I'll rip that airship open and-”
AJ sucked in a breath. “Not that easy. Their cannons would rip through even that tough hide. Besides, I might not like 'em much, but I don't want a massacre! Maybe you could fly me in close, let me infiltrate the ship, and recover the Fire Ruby for you. At the same time I'll sabotage their rig and ground 'em while you distract 'em. Just don't get too close, and then-”
“We're grateful,” said Ember who relaxed under Cherry's touch while she polished her scales with a wet cloth. “But it doesn't sound like a fair trade. Dragons have their pride, and they aren't satisfied easily.” She swiveled her head to Spike. “You could be the Dragon Lord someday, with me and Smolder at your side, but if that's the case you'll have to prove your worthiness!”
Spike shook his head. “Not sure I want to. Take Torch's place, I mean.”
“You've put your eggs in me. You'll have to, since Torch plans to make me the Dragon Lord after him.” Ember lashed her tail, particularly moody today, due to her overactive hormones. Her glare settled on his crotch and then AJ. “You want our help? Become his mate.” The bounty huntress sputtered, for the first time noticing his twin members had started to peek out.
Suddenly self-conscious, Applejack sunk lowered into the waters with a splash. “B-but-”
“Mmm,” mused Cherry with a titter. “That would also take care of your little itch.” She rose and started to undo her garments, let them fall away a piece at a time until she too was denuded, her voluptuous form on full display. Settling into the basin behind AJ who she pushed over with her hip, she dipped her hands and rubbed AJ's firm shoulders. “Be more honest with yourself.”
Perhaps it was the environment, all her pent up troubles, or the promised scent of sex that wafted from Spike's crotch, but Applejack couldn't deny he was strangely attractive. His powerful body was a mass of muscles, lined in a shiny metallic sheen, and his equipment was a bright, soft pink covered in fleshy ridges which she realized could please a female in varied ways.
“Just...temporarily, huh? Your mate until you leave?” Spike and Ember shared a nod. “I...oh, hell's belles, I'll do it!” Coyl she rose, water sloshing down her figure, clinging to her soppy freckled curves and her patch of blonde pubic hair.
Slowly she approached him with a hard swallow, aware all eyes were upon her. Much as she was curious about his partially erect members that spilled from his sheath, their size and shape were also intimidating, and she had second thoughts uncertain if she could even take him. “Go easy, now. I hate to admit it, but I haven't done this sort of thing much before.”
“You could obviously use some help,” said Cherry who sidled up behind her. Her bared wet breasts pressed into AJ's strong back, her hands cupped on her dotted breasts, which she rolled and kneaded. “I'll teach you like you're one of my girls,” she whispered hotly into her ear. She'd collected many from broken homes and off the streets, trained them in the art of seduction.
Her scarlet lips kissed AJ's neck with a wet smack and left a lipstick mark in their shape. One hand continued to toy with a tit, pinched and tweaked a nipple, and the other slid down between AJ's thick thighs and traced her tight slit. She squirmed in shame-faced delight, and a couple fingers slipped into her moist hole, making her squeak with a hard flush of her cheeks.
With a tap of the gemstone on her choker and a flash Ember retook her humanoid guise. The moment was momentarily broken between AJ and Cherry, but resumed when Ember ignored them and elongated her tongue, wrapping several times around both of Spike's members while she knelt beside him. She lapped with a slurp, licked up the precum which leaked out his tips.
Certain by now AJ was properly loose and moist, Cherry reclined back with her, their thighs opened wide in preparation to take them. Ember withdrew her tongue, and Spike's claws wrapped around a hip of each woman, his cocks pressed to their pussies and teased them with the moment of penetration. With a subdued movement of his groin he wormed his way into their canals.
A soft moan escaped Cherry, a much louder and clumsier one from AJ, both forced wide open despite how little progress he made into them. His eyes glazed over, for the moment his rage subdued, trying not to think about the Fire Ruby's theft. He breathed in the scent of fresh pussy, cautiously clawed their tits and asses, relished the soft squish of pliable flesh.
He took turns kissing them, their full lips, their wide areola, and pushed a little deeper with each gradual thrust. Sometimes Cherry would in turn meet lips with AJ, who surrendered to the moment and returned the favor, saliva dripping between them.
AJ's head swam, dulled by hormones and his addictive musk, like all male dragons designed to bind his mates to him. She'd always wanted to expand her family but knew she couldn't settle down while Gunsmoke still needed a protector.
However at the moment all she could think about was a need to take his seed into her womb, to be fully claimed by this behemoth.
Cherry remained slightly more lucid, used to casual sex with the highest class clients that could afford her services, but she'd never handled anyone quite like a dragon. She too wanted him to knock her up, an idea that she'd usually balk at.
He sat on his haunches, wrapped his claws around their midsections, pressed them to his chiseled chest. Their arms clasped around him, and they bounced atop him, with the sound of wet slaps each time their asses made contact with his lap. He continually flicked over their nipples with his tongue, wiggled a fingertip into their assholes, which clenched around him.
“Whoa nelly,” cried AJ when his flesh ridges massaged her spongy g-spot, her cunt and Cherry's leaking all over him. Their pussies clamped down, erupted in a series of moans, gushing over him. In turn he wheezed and loosed as much as he dared, the flood shooting up their cervices and overflowing their wombs to the point where they ballooned out like they were pregnant.
He yanked free of them with a pop, more of his excess goo seeping out of their gaped twats, and showered the pair alongside Ember in torrents of gunk that slapped over them and slid in a deluge over their curves. In a haze of lust brought on with their afterglow, his mates scooped and licked up his dense sperm, off themselves and each other with shared giggles.
Applejack held hands with her old friend, who relaxed on her butt beside her, as lucidity started to return. Her palm rubbed her rounded belly with a frown. Not that she regretted what she'd done...but she couldn't help but worry about the possible results.
I mean, it was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, right? Better to regret the things you've done than what you didn't. Aw no, now I sound like Rainbow Dash! What am I gonna tell my family if I'm knocked up? I'll hafta retire from bounty huntin', at least!
Nah, I'm sure it'll be fine. Cherry Jubilee will knock somethin' up that'll take care of this. More importantly, the sun's almost set. Tomorrow we can finally deal with those pirates, and maybe Gunsmoke will finally know real peace for a while...
Stars twinkled over Gunsmoke and surrounded the pale moon, which reminded Spike of the coven. He dreamed about the witches, particularly Twilight Sparkle, his spiny tail wrapped around Ember who he held close, sharing their body heat. No doubt Smolder would experience similar pangs soon, filled with the eggs they conceived. But he knew Rarity and Sweetie Belle would be there to look after her, and the Kirin he'd fathered, tucked inside his cozy lair to await their return.
Their nostrils flared whenever dust rolled in, and Cherry Jubilee routinely checked on them where they slept at the brothel's back. Applejack had been offered a room and was fast asleep. They planned to set out early, hopeful that they could track down and hit the sky pirates before they were able to make another move. Hours wore on, quiet save for an occasional distant howl.
The moment dawn started to break a black shape loomed into view and momentarily eclipsed the faded moon. Applejack stretched wide and yawned, used to waking up at all hours, and tossed aside the covers from her naked form. She flopped her stetson into place first thing, opened a window to let a cool breeze in, which tickled her skin and made her nipples erect.
“What in tarnation...?” Her sleepy eyes settled onto the massive hulk that drifted down. Without a second thought, she reached for her belt with its holstered pistol and clasped it into place without bothering to dress further; but still she wasn't in time, fiery eruptions splitting the air, a cannonball sailing at the building and knocking her over when it connected in a splitting boom.
She coughed and rose, dived out the window, and landed with a splash in a basin she aimed for below. Around her men and women in various states of undress spilled out amidst panicked screams, some of the cowboys shooting uselessly at the airship.
“Don't panic,” ordered Cherry who waved her fan at her girls. “You know what to do!” A brigade of her most well-trained girls nodded and flanked her. She reached under her skirts and withdrew a firearm of her own, as did those with her.
Flames and smoke rose from the area, which reeked with gunpowder, more cannonballs peppering other structures. Thankfully these appeared to be warning shots, the pirates trying to stir them up in hopes they would surrender without bloodshed.
Spike growled and took a defensive stance before his mate. He puffed up his musculature, and his soft underbelly bloated, a raging inferno which he released from his wide open jaws. The emerald blaze tore into the airship's hull, and the mechanism tilted sideways, metal melting to a molten slag and the crew members near forced to abandon their posts.
“Oh no,” whispered AJ who realized he'd just made them the prime targets. But his eyes were empty, bestial instincts taking over, hissing and growling, his wings flexed and his spaded tail lashing about in preparation to spring.
“It's suicide,” warned Ember but she too snarled and took up a defensive stance to support him.
The ship's engines screeched and threatened to stall. Steam hissed from its melted wound, and it was forced to lower. Cherry took the first shot, and her girls followed, driving away the pirates each time they tried to ready the cannons to fire.
Water dripped off a glistening AJ who took aim with both hands and squeezed the trigger. She winced a little when Apple Bloom arrived with her fellow bounty hunters who also opened fire, but reminded herself her little sister had seen her naked a thousand times when they'd bathed, and hoped most of the men wouldn't pay much attention to her with all the chaos around them.
With a bestial shriek Spike shot skywards. He barreled past the pirates, those foolish enough to unload on him easily brushed aside with his swipes, bullets and scales bouncing off his scales. He spat more flames, the deck's surface now ablaze, hungry fires licking at the skull-and-crossbones flags. Gilda yelled, tumbling out the safety of her crow's nest.
“Where's the Fire Ruby?!” He bellowed at them, claws fully extended, ready to tear the machinery open.
“Here,” called Scootaloo who appeared with the heart-shaped ruby held aloft. “Just leave us alone!”
Rainbow Dash hurried over in her black bikini attire. “No! Let me handle-” But she could only watch in horror when Spike rushed at Scoots, swiped up the Fire Ruby with his claws, and inadvertently bowled her over the ship's side. “Scootaloo~!”
Without thinking she dived after her, tears in her eyes, watching her sidekick cry out and flail helplessly towards the earth. The tattoos on Dash's lithe back lit up, and a plume unfurled in a burst of multicolored feathers. She shot down like a bullet amidst a rainbow blur, scooped up the now unconscious Scoots in her swoop, and realized she was surrounded by bounty hunters.
“Shit,” she muttered but in truth was far more concerned with the orphan's safety.
“You're under arrest,” announced Apple Bloom who kept her weapon leveled at them. “Don't worry, we'll take care of her!”
“Thanks,” whispered Dash who reluctantly handed Scoots over. Over her shoulder she saw the airship attempting a retreat, parts of the machine still collapsing and metal creaking amidst steam and smoke, now a fiery coffin that most of the crew abandoned by rope ladders they tossed over its sides. She couldn't blame them, really. It was everyone for themselves now.
Applejack had thrown on a nightgown that didn't hide much in haste and arrived on the scene as Dash was cuffed. They shared a look, Dash's face heavy with grief and worry, and she returned a sympathetic smile. The bedlam was dying down she noted, most of the damage to Gunsmoke superficial, but she noticed the jail had been intentionally hit, the prisoners which included Flim and Flam no doubt set loose to further their troubles amidst the attempted invasion and plunder.
The bounty hunters and Cherry's girls helped round up what escapees and stray pirates they could. There were a number of wounded but no casualties that she could see. She realized how lucky they truly were, that it could have erupted into a massacre.
Outstretched claws plucked up Rainbow Dash, who yelped in surprise, more feathers cast about when she was carried away. Spike lifted her like a ragdoll, and none dared intervene, equals parts terrifying and majestic with his scales alight by the glows cast by the fires and moonlight. He vanished into the night, AJ wincing in wonder at what fate awaited her.
Will he eat her? Please, Spike...she's not bad at heart! But I doubt any of us could stop him either way. Even so, they've done a real number on the town. Could take months or years before we make up for this.
At least that airship might be grounded,but whoever their captain is they've probably gotten away. I just hope they won't come back seekin' revenge...
*****
The manic flight lasted for several minutes. Barren wastelands passed below, the moon now fully dipped to be replaced by the sun. Rainbow Dash landed with a thud amidst dust clouds when the claws opened. Aside from the occasional rock and dry cracked earth she didn't see much else, in fact couldn't even tell what direction they'd come from anymore.
She sat up and huffed, plume drawn about her, eyes on the dragon who loomed over her. She swallowed hard, eclipsed by his long shadow, and flushed when prey instincts overwhelmed her, warm urine trickling down her inner thigh when he opened his maw wide. “W-wait! I...I doubt I taste all that good, anyway! Come on, you don't want to do this!”
He snarled, the Fire Ruby clasped in a front claw. “Did you steal this?!”
“Y-yeah,” she admitted with another drawn out gulp. “I noticed you return home after hunting one day when our airship passed the area, and the captain said it was too dangerous, but I ignored her and slipped into your cave to 'liberate' it. I figured you were just gonna sit on that treasure, anyhow!” He growled and she shrank. “Look, I acted on my own, okay? But you have it back now, so what's the big deal? You wrecked our ship, which is worth way more than some dumb ruby!”
His claw slammed her to the dirt and she winced, the wind knocked from her. He pinned her in place, clawed into the land, embers popped from his teeth and blackness oozed from his nostrils. “It's priceless to me! And you've cracked it!” He turned it around with his free front claw, exposed a hairline fracture that laced its backside, which would no doubt spread.
“S-sorry,” she wheezed and tried to flex her wings in hopes of escape, simply to realize she was at his mercy.
“Not good enough.” The primal rage he always kept restrained, that his lovers had help keep quelled, now spilled out all at once. His eyes glazed over again, his hot drool dripped over her chest, his rows of razor teeth bared in preparation to devour her. His consciousness bled away, replaced by pure instinct, ready to enact vengeance and sate his unbridled fury.
Is this really how it ends...? Scootaloo, I'm sorry. No, wait. Maybe I've still gotta card to play...
Rainbow Dash half-lidded her eyes at him. “I saw those human women in your lair. You're a frisky one, aren't you?” Her heart thudded, and she carefully lifted a barefoot, traced her toes over his warm sheathe. “Maybe we could, you know...”
She knew it was insane. His fleshy twin members peeked out, and she realized they could easily split her apart, if he decided to take her full-force. Yet she'd always been a risk taker, knew she'd have to chance it in order to survive. His chest expanded, and his viscous slime leaked from the tips, down her toes which wiggled and brushed over his vein-lined, spiny protrusions.
A fresh hunger settled into his gaze born of sheer lust. He dropped the Fire Ruby beside him, his rational mind still blank, lifted the claw that pinned her which snagged her bikini top. It snapped and her pert breasts subtly wobbled free, their pierced nubs stiff in the breeze. He yanked at her bikini bottom, which shredded, her tight pussy left exposed to the open air.
She spread her thin legs, tried not to go cross-eyed at his now fully stiffened members, their hot slickness coming to rest on her slender belly and between her tits. He dragged his tongue over them, took his piercings between his teeth, pulled on her dark pink nipples until they painfully distended. She yelped with a blush, her cunt lips puffy an moist to her surprise.
My head's all foggy. So hard to think. Is it the smell? It's overpowering!
His intoxicating musk dulled her thoughts, made her positively drip in anticipation. But in this state he didn't see her like his over mates. She whimpered when he roughly poked her lower holes, forced her wide open, filling her far more than any dildo or strap on from Lightning Dust ever had. Yet he was still lucid enough to not hurt her, despite the rough fucking he prepared her for. She moaned aloud, stuffed impossibly full, and he growled with her, pushed deep into her stretched out fuckholes.
She clung to his powerful chest, whimpered each time he skewered her, the fleshy ridges tickling all her heated pink walls, brushing over her g-spot and his tip mashing against her cervix entrance. “Eep,” she cried when he pierced that barrier too, pheromones dulling her pains and turning them to electric tingles of pleasure, her womb claimed as his personal treasure.
“Oh my gosh,” she wheezed through gritted teeth, her eyes saucers, never having experienced anything quite like this. It was the ultimate thrilling risk, knowing he could easily tear her apart if he wanted, and she came the first of many times rather quickly, her gusher washing over his cock and balls, leaving them and her groin sticky with her slimy, runny discharge.
He groaned, poked his claw tips into the soft, parting flesh of her small but shapely bottom. She arced her back and extended her wings, and he nipped at her breasts, pulling on the rings through the nipples and letting her tits smack back into place. At the same time he strained his muscles, drove his hips into her, the air filled with smacks each time he ravaged her sexholes.
She pressed her lips to his, nibbled on him, unable to deny it was the best lay she'd ever had. She struggled to care about anything else, entirely lost in the moment, hopeful that he'd seize her as his latest treasure and spirit her away.
Her mind went complete blank. She lost track of how many times she'd came, until he too unloaded into her with a howl, head raised when he breathed plumes upwards. Her stomach bloated, eggs swallowed up by a sea of his spunk which gushed out the sides of her orifices, and she shot off him and landed on her ass, more streams of his cum shooting all over her sweaty form.
“W-wild,” she managed with a stupefied smile before unconsciousness claimed her. She slumbered with her limbs spread in a puddle of his sperm, drenched from head-to-toe, chest rising-and-falling while she dreamed about him.
*****
“What a total disaster,” mumbled Calaeno who stalked around the wreckage of her beloved airship. She'd been forced into an emergency crash landing, the hunk of burning metal still spitting trails of smoke that would doubtless lead their enemies here if they chose to pursue. She kicked its hull with her false leg, a metallic clang answering her. “Worse, I've lost my secondary!”
Lightning Dust marched up next to her. “Guess that makes me second-in-command, huh?”
Calaeno nodded. “Don't let me down,” she warned with a stern narrow of an eye. “Get your lazy ass over here, Gilda, and help put out these flames!” She scooped up handfuls of dirt and used it to smother some of the fires with a hiss.
“Yeah, yeah...” Gilda shook her head, dressed in shorts and a torn shirt. “It's pointless, you know. Our entire crew couldn't put this out, let-alone what we have left!” The tall, well-toned woman nodded back at the demoralized few that were still there.
Much as she hated to admit it Calaeno conceded, “You're right. It might be beyond salvage. Curses.” She paced around, lost in contemplation as to their next move. No way they could make it anywhere else civilized on foot but Gunsmoke. The desert would be a death sentence. But with their small numbers, she doubted they could take the town, despite their armaments.
Dust patted the flintlock at her narrow hip. “Leave it to us! We'll raid the town and hit 'em where it hurts!”
They were interrupted by a pair headed their way. Immediately the trio withdrew their guns, and pointed them at the twins, who raised their hands. “Now hold on a second,” said Flim. “I do believe we can help each other, wouldn't you say, brother?”
“Why yes indeed!” Flam shared a smile with him. “We've all manner of expertise when it comes to such devices!”
Dust replied, “We're listenin'. But make it snappy before my trigger finger gets all itchy.”
Gilda scowled at them. “You can't trust these con artists! I should know! There's tons like them back where I come from!”
“You wound us,” said the twins who raised hands to their hearts. “We're certain we can cut a deal that helps us all...” Within moments they shared their plans, and Calaeno waved down her enforcers, patiently listened and considered their limited options. She decided it was a risk they'd have to take, to rescue Rainbow Dash any anyone else they could.
Fortunately the steam train was only partly dismantled. Flim and Flam assured them they could have it up-and-ready within a couple hours, stored safely inside and unaffected by the inferno.
They started it up and rolled it out to safety, past pools of molten gold coins, some which had hardened. It chugged the entire time, threatening to shake apart under the strain.
Under their directions the crew recovered what parts they could and the brothers started to rig it up with what was on hand. This time the contraption was redesigned into a juggernaut, some speed sacrificed for more armor, loaded down with a few of the intact cannons.
Calaeno wistfully studied her downed ship, ready to risk it all in order to have it and Rainbow Dash back.
With the jail partially demolished, a number of prisoners were kept in temporary holds. For those considered 'low risk' this included the hospital, but law enforcers were stationed around them at all times anyhow, just in case. Applejack walked down the well-lit clinic halls, and paused, unable to help but listen in to a conversation already underway.
“Wow,” came Scootaloo's voice which echoed down the corridor. “You really tamed a pack of Timberwolves?!”
“Well...” The scuff of Apple Bloom's boot sounded with her kick. “Big sis did most of the work. Oh, and my brother Big Mac, too! But I still helped! Besides, that's nothin' compared to all the wild adventures you musta' been on!”
“Yeah, being a pirate has its perks. But it's risky, too. I don't think he meant to, but that dragon almost offed me!” More shuffling could be heard inside. “Too bad I probably lost my scooter. Made it myself,” she announced with pride.
“What's that?” They were interrupted when AJ made her way inside, the interior little more than a bed and dresser. “Ah, hey sis!” Apple Bloom threw her arms around her, the strain between them forgotten for the moment.
“Hello there, sugarcube.” AJ patted her head. “Er, sorry 'bout before.”
Apple Bloom waved it away. “Shucks, that's all in the past. Meet my new friend, Scootaloo!”
“Um...hello.” Scootaloo shrank a little under the blankets, her head filled by Dash with stories about how stubborn and stern AJ was, a real stickler for tradition and the law. She started to ramble defensively, “We didn't intend to hurt anyone-”
AJ shook her head. “It's okay. Keep up the good behavior and I'm sure your sentence'll be light.” She didn't know much about her, but the girl had obviously been taken in early, and seduced into a life of adventure...and crime. But with proper care those habits could be broken and she'd surely be a model citizen. Maybe she could even take her in?
“We don't know. I'll tell ya the second we do.” She told herself Spike wouldn't kill anyone at his mercy, no matter how enraged he was. The moment they made love, she'd gathered he was a warm, sensitive individual, in control of his baser instincts.
Scootaloo beamed. “Thanks. It means a lot.” She took Bloom's offered hand and squeezed it back. “Maybe I can made a new board and show it to you sometime? Um, when I'm back on my feet. And if that's alright.”
“We'll see,” said AJ who met her little sister's hopeful stare. “Just rest for now, I'll take care of everything.”
She left and walked about the town, past a number of buildings that were currently under repair. Everyone was spread thin, and while the mayor had insisted she finally took some more time off, she hated to see so many working hard while she was forced to take it easy. Dust crunched under her boots, blown about by heated winds, and she stumbled about aimlessly.
She fingered the holstered pistol at her hip, ready to draw it at any moment. It wouldn't do to be paranoid, but she imagined that the escaped criminals might still be lying low here, that they might jump out and take revenge on her for putting them away, or worse take a hostage. Her thoughts also drifted back to Spike and Rainbow Dash, who she hoped was okay despite it all.
Darn it...I still think of her like a friend, after all this nonsense. Makes it feel even worse, knowin' what I've gotta do. At least with me Scootaloo could have a proper life. I hate to admit it but Cherry Jubilee might have a point. Most girls here have to choose between poppin' out kids or...doin' what her workers do. Not everyone can be a bounty hunter like me and Bloom.
But I can't forget that Dash stole from the town and put everyone at risk! Not to mention those sky pirates inspire others and recruit them to their cause. No, it might not be a good choice, but I've gotta believe we've made the right one!
Stubbornly she wandered aimlessly, boots crunching in the dirt, dust bowled around her. In time she arrived at Cherry Jubilee's whorehouse, and tried to cast aside her judgments, where she wandered to the back and checked in on Ember.
Bundled up in blankets, Ember opened an eye and studied her. Splashes sounded from the basin nearby, where Pinkie Pie bathed in soapy water that ran down her ample curves, her curls so soaked they went straight. “Hey there! Wanna come on in? She rose and beamed at her, her bust arced out while she smoothed back her wet mane. “Water's plenty warm!”
Applejack sniffed herself. “Probably could use a bath, to be honest.” Aware that everyone here was used to nakedness, she shrugged and stripped down, then with a swish of her muscular hips settled in across from her. “How you holdin' up, Ember?”
“Could be worse,” she answered with a swish of her tail. “Just wish Spike would come back already.”
AJ set her hat aside and immersed herself in the bathwater. “He won't really...eat Rainbow Dash, will he?”
“That's a stereotype. Most dragons don't eat people, since it's not worth a potential war with other races. Those who break that rule are usually cast out of the Dragon Lands. Spike wasn't raised with us, but he knows better, and I think he has a handle on his emotions.” Yet a certain doubt in her eyes was obvious, after the way he'd raced away to assault the airship alone.
“Sure hope so.” She drifted back, let her backside rest on the side. Pinkie hummed and rubbed her down with soap, trained like all those here to take care of the patrons, and with a bit of guilt she decided to indulge in the treatment. It still didn't feel right to her, no matter how much they were paid. It felt abusive and exploitative to her, despite what Cherry Jubilee claimed.
Sex is supposed to be sacred, aint it? Although I hafta admit Cherry and Spike were somethin' else. Was it just a heat of the moment thing, what with all the stress I've been bottlin' up? It's not like me at all.
She didn't understand the effect his musk had on her, that he primed females to mate with him, barely aware himself why they were drawn to him. Her eyes went wide when Pinkie closed in, breasts-upon-breasts smashed together in a soppy mess, and kissed her. “Uh, sugarcube...” Her freckled cheeks went rosy. “We might be related, ya know?”
“Distantly,” said Pinkie with a waggle of her eyebrows. “Not like we could knock each other up, anyhow!”
“That's beside the point.” Yet her eyes betrayed her, soaking in Pinkie's jiggly shapeliness, the playfully carefree way she carried herself. “Do you like your job? I mean, really? Living on your back every day, used by random men-”
“I love it! Oh sure, we get the occasional bad apple, but Cherry Jubilee boots them right out! She's given us a safe, comfortable place to live, pays us pretty well with free meals, and so what if we have to spread our legs and take a few cocks?” Her enthusiasm turned a little defensive, like she could sense her judgmental nature. “I like making them happy! And I'm darn good at it! Why don't you let me show you?” She moved back in, seeking permission, and this time AJ didn't resist.
Water sloshed over the sides when Pinkie pressed her cunt to AJ's, covered in a thick tuft of curly pubic hair, her womanhood warm and plump with arousal. The prostitute peppered her all over in pecks and nibbles, down her neck, over her tits and nipples, sucking and pulling on them, distending the flesh with each playful drag that made a pop sound.
AJ closed her eyes and moaned, instinctively ground her powerful hips back, pussies mashing, lower lips kissing, swollen clits rubbing with each strained impact. She was reduced to all instinct, digging her hands into Pinkie's plush asscheeks, kneading them with a desperate need, lost entirely in the moment. She realized Spike had awakened a lust in her she needed to slake!
They picked up speed, mischievously wrestling for dominance, AJ's old competitive nature coming out and Pinkie happy to play along. Their mouths met several times, exchanging sloppy kisses, tongues dancing and nibbling at lower lips. A saliva trail connected them when Pinkie withdrew, eyes half-lidded, a dopey smile on her burning cheeks, still humping with her.
“Sooo...you like to be in control, huh?” Pinkie giggled.
“W-well...I reckon it's okay once in a while,” admitted AJ, wondering if that was partially at the root of her rivalry with Dash, that both of them had too much pride brought on by their unspoken insecurities.
Somehow Pinkie had her lasso in her hands. “How would you like to have me at your mercy for a while?”
“I dunno,” started AJ, but Pinkie worked faster than she could follow, somehow binding her wrists and ankles together behind her back, legs opened wide. AJ stared dumbfounded, and Pinkie giggled and wiggled to show she was indeed helpless.
Pinkie nodded a her belongings near her discarded clothes. “Go ahead, I brought everything I could to cheer you up!”
With pursed lips Applejack rose from the bath, stalked past the prostitute who rested on her belly in the dirt, and sifted through the stuff she'd packed. Her face went absolutely crimson. There were a variety of butt plugs, massive dildos shaped like a number of animal equipment, a bottle of oil which she picked up with trembling hands, and a strap on she also collected with two fake cocks upon it, complete with ridges. She swallowed and stepped into it, locking the belts into place.
Pinkie waggled her butt, her cheeks rolling and clapping, her puckered asshole and tight twat plainly open to her. AJ knelt behind her, opened the bottle and slathered her hands in oil, which she started to sensuously rub into Pinkie's skin. “Oooh~” She stared over her shoulder at the bounty huntress, her bouncy flesh soon oiled up all over and glistening.
AJ couldn't believe how soft she was, particularly her breasts and buttocks, which squished under her gropes. Ember studied them all the while, arousal easing her own pain, her spade-tipped tail rubbing over her inflamed slit.
Carefully AJ pressed the tips of the false cocks to Pinkie's orifices, pressed in, spreading her wide open. She squealed in delight at being filled up, overjoyed that she could make someone else happy and help relieve her stresses. Muscular, freckled wide buttocks began to move, plunging deeper in a slow and subdued rhythm, making Pinkie gyrate and mewl louder.
Huffing, AJ grabbed a handful of her frizzy pink curls and pulled, gritting her teeth and delivering a hard smack on one of Pinkie's buttocks. It wobbled and a red hand print was left on impact, and she grunted, picking up the speed and force of her thrusts, assured Pinkie was used to much rougher treatment on occasion and could easily take whatever she dished out.
She delivered an occasional slap to her buttcheeks, left them even pinker and swollen, driving into her with workhorse-strong legs. Pinkie clenched her sexholes around the intruders, drawing her in, eyes rolling into her skull.
She hilted in her with another grunt, and Pinkie yelped, explosively squirting on her. AJ's own womanhood and asshole clenched, grinding her teeth, the friction and feeling of control letting a mini orgasm ripple through her wet loins.
Still locked in her, they almost failed to notice a shadow approach, but Ember instantly turned which alerted them. With a flap of wings Spike touched down, Rainbow Dash straddling his muscular back fully naked, cheering at the thrill of adventure from their flight. “Uh, hi.” She shot them a cocky grin. “Hope we're not interrupting something!”
“N-nah, we're fine!” Applejack awkwardly withdrew from Pinkie with a pop, her warm pink holes left to gape.
“Good timing!” Pinkie winked at them. “Say, do you still intend to take Dash in?”
“The law's the law,” noted AJ who removed the strap on and tossed it aside in attempt to recover her dignity.
Rainbow Dash frowned and hopped down. “That's a shame. But if it'll help Scootaloo-”
Leather wings encircled Dash and pulled her close to Spike's chiseled chest. “No. She's mine,” he warned with narrowed eyes and small plumes of smoke spilling from his nose, almost daring anyone to challenge him. “She broke the Fire Ruby, so I'm claiming her as payment!” Dash blushed but didn't resist when he pressed her to him with his massive claws.
“Good,” said Ember with a cruel smile. “You'll need lots of concubines to be a proper Dragon Lord!”
“Now wait a darn minute...” But AJ paused mid step at his growl, saw the rage still bubbling in his eyes. He'd suppressed it all these years, but the Fire Ruby's theft had brought it all roaring to the surface, mostly slaked by all the females who'd chosen to lay with him. But he couldn't forget he was a runt, a reject to most of his kind, unable to truly fit in with any society.
It's not up for debate,” said Spike and Ember rose to support him, heartened that he was finally showing more backbone, certain it was due to her and Smolder's influence. “We've gotten what we came for. Let's head home, Ember.”
Ember groaned when she tried to take flight. “It's no good,” she admitted. “I'm still too weak.”
“Guess we're grounded, huh.” Rainbow Dash forced a nervous chuckle.
Shuffles sounded when Cherry Jubilee emerged from the wrecked building, flanked by a posse of her girls. They were all armed but didn't draw their guns on the dragons. “You're all my guests, and under my protection, so long as you behave. That includes you, Rainbow Dash, if you wish to stay. Ember's obviously in no shape to travel, so I suggest you take the offer.”
Spike considered it a moment. “Alright. That good with you, Ember?”
“Yeah. She's been kind to me. Pinkie, too.” The saloon-dancer-turned prostitute brightened at this, and AJ worked to undo the complicated knots that restrained her. “Give me at least a few days, and hopefully I'll be back on my claws.”
Cherry nodded and relaxed her posture, thankful it hadn't come to blows, aware that for all their firepower there was no way they could win against even a small pair of dragons. She tapped her rolled up fan on her heavy bosom. “My girls we'll take care of you, whatever you need. Pinkie's multi-talented. A little lacking in common sense at times, but you can trust her.”
“Leave it to me! I'll make sure they all feel right at home!” Pinkie shook off any stray traces of water and slid back into her saloon costume. “That includes the full service, if you're interested~” She studied Spike in particular with blatant curiosity.
“I don't like it,” mumbled Applejack who shared a look with her old rival. However, she was clearly outvoted.
Pinkie asked, “Do you still have the Fire Ruby?” He nodded and reluctantly handed the cracked stone into her open hands. “It might not be impossible to fix it, you know! Why, I might know just the person to ask!” She slipped up to him beside Dash and traced his chest shamelessly, grinning at him. “How about we go somewhere private, and talk it over?”
Spike wrapped a possessive claw around one of her buttocks and squeezed. She tittered and fluttered her lashes at him. “Okay. Rainbow Dash, will you look after Ember?” He decided to test her, to see if he could really trust her. She'd promised to be his, to stay with him if she could, but he wasn't certain whether she would slip away at the first opportunity.
“Yeah, sure. Can't promise I'll be much good at it, though.” Dash smirked at him.
AJ drew her lips into a line. “I'll help.” It would give her an excuse to keep watch over her. With all their roles decided, the group split apart, Pinkie Pie leading Spike to a slightly more private area at the back. He playfully swatted her bottom with his spaded tail tip, and she laughed with a high-pitched snort, eager to try the most exotic creature she'd ever bedded.
Cherry Jubilee let down her hair, stripped, and settled into the bathwater. On occasion Ember would groan and grumble, and with Dash's help AJ supplied the salves and other medicines that eased the dragonesses' pains. She and her rival sat in awkward silence, both too stubborn to admit their mistakes aloud and mend the long burnt bridges between them.
Several more moments passed before either spoke. “Hey,” both began at once, then quickly shut up and looked away.
Applejack looked her lean body over. “How 'bout some clothes?”
Rainbow Dash heaved her slender shoulders.” I'm used to it. Besides, this is a whorehouse. Nudity's common here, right?”
“I reckon so. Just thought ya might be cold or somethin',” answered AJ who again turned away and squeezed out another cloth she intended to use polishing Ember's scales. In truth it was a ruse to break the ice and try to mend fences, but all it did was make her feel foolish. She expected Dash to mock and laugh at her, but she shot her a mild smile instead.
This is mighty juvenile. Why can't we just come out and say it? Least now I know she's okay. Spike had me worried for a bit. Huh, but what now? Everything's messed up after recent events, but now Cherry Jubilee's harboring a fugitive. Still, I'd feel like a regular varmint if I turned anyone over. Way I figure it, Spike also claimed Rainbow Dash to protect her.
Guess there's not much more I can do right now but rest and relax. Pinkie was right. I really needed that. Could probably use a drink, too, but I hafta keep my wits about me, just on the off chance more hell breaks loose around here.
She closed her eyes, hidden by the shade cast by her stetson's brim, unaware that a number of the sky pirate crew waited until darkness fell. The modified steam train was hidden in the desert, primed by Calaeno to attempt a desperate liberation...
Spike left Rainbow Dash with Cherry Jubilee who promised to look after her, and followed behind Pinkie Pie, who led him into a hole in the building at the back, into a rather spacious room. He watched her wide hips and buttocks sway with a bounce while she walked with a pep in her step, garbed back in her saloon outfit.
“Wait here,” she called with a wink when they entered the bedroom and a shake of her barely contained robust cleavage. “I'll be back with a special surprise!”
He nodded and settled down on his haunches. There was an elaborate bed surrounded by silk curtains, able to fit at least a dozen people, and covered in heart-shaped pillows.
There was also a large mirror that he stopped before and paused to flex his muscles. “Huh,” he mumbled to himself. “Is it just me, or have I gotten bigger recently?”
By giving into his rage and lust, he'd indeed experienced a growth spurt that had made him more dominant...but also threatened to make him selfish and cruel if he weren't careful. However, he remained blissfully unaware of this.
“I'm back.” Pinkie bounded in. “Come on, sister, don't be so shy!”
“Okay,” came the meek reply. A woman that resembled Pinkie and dressed in the same manner stepped in, hands clasped before her and head lowered, half-hidden behind a curtain of straight hair. “H-hello. My name's Marble Pie.”
“She's my twin! We work as a duet, singing and dancing for the patrons! Oh, and...other things.” Pinkie wiggled her eyebrows. “Guys'll pay top bits for a roll with twin sisters! Plus, I finally got Marble out of her shell. Well, sorta!”
With a mild smile and blush Marble said, “I do my best. H-how may I service you, Spike?”
Pinkie delivered a hard slap on her sister's ample ass which made her yelp and jump. “Geez, I'd think you're playing up the cute, innocent act on purpose! You're almost as nervous as the first time I got your clothes off here!”
“It's not an act,” shot back Marble defensively. “I've just, well, never done in with a dragon before. No offense.”
Spike gave her a toothy grin. “None taken.” He couldn't help but drink in the curves under her uniform.
“Dragons aren't easy to sate,” warned Pinkie. “So I've called in the big guns! Limestone, get your cute butt in here!”
“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses!” The third woman grumbled and wandered in, also dressed in the same outfit. Limestone Pie had a perpetually sour expression, but was otherwise nearly a match for the beauty of her sisters, less shapely but with small, taut muscles. “Usually Cherry Jubilee doesn't let me entertain customers, since most can't handle me.”
“She beats them up,” said Pinkie who earned a scowl from Limestone. “Limey's never been able to handle some of the dirtier, 'degrading' talk, and when they start with the rough stuff she gives it back in spades! Almost got herself kicked out, but Cherry decided to make her a bouncer instead! Oh, and she's a darn good shot, too!”
Spike thought he'd saw her in the crowd with Cherry Jubilee when the air pirates invaded.
“We followed Pinkie after she ran away from the rock farm,” explained Marble. “Our family is rather...conservative. Stricter than Applejack's, even. We were a little embarrassed at first, but Cherry Jubilee has been wonderful to us. We have another sister, Maud, but she decided to stay behind and look after our parents.” She laid her palms on his scaly muscles.
He was practically salivating already, wrapping his claws around her hips.
With a subdued giggle Marble drew out of his grasp and sidled next to her sisters. With Pinkie at the center the siblings began their dance, heels clicking on the floorboards, fingers on the hem of their skirts which they slowly lifted, until their stockings and garter belts showed, panties clinging to their puffy womanhoods, the fabric so tight prominent camel toes were visible.
Their movements were choreographed, in perfect unison. They spun and turned their backs to him as one, bent over with their dresses raised, and wiggled their rumps at him, barely contained by their frilly undergarments.
Unable to restrain himself anymore, he rushed forward and delivered a smack to Limestone's and Marble's bottoms with his palms and squeezed, while he started with a kiss on Pinkie's shapely ass, before his teeth sank into her panties and ripped them right off.
“Ooh,” said Pinkie with half-lidded eyes over her shoulder. “Frisky, aren't we?”
Spike licked between her inner thighs, over her clit which swelled and her slit that moistened on his elongated tongue, between the cleft of her buttocks and traced a circle around the hot pink ring of her asshole. Pinkie squealed and giggled in delight, and his claws shredded her attire, her heavy tits toppling free of her torn bra with an exaggerated bounce and smack together.
“Get your clothes off,” he ordered the other two who started to shirk their costumes. While Marble and Limestone undid their bras and stepped out of their panties, he lined his erect members up with Pinkie's needy fuckholes, and mounted her. She whined with a lewd smirk when he split her wide open, able to instantly take more of him than most women had managed.
"Don't worry," said Pinkie. "After years on the rock farm we're really tough! And extra-stretchy in all the right places, after Cherry Jubilee imported those special potions!"
He wondered if she meant alchemy, like the coven used? Was their reach this far?
While he started to take Pinkie, he bent her two denuded sisters over at her sides, and carefully sunk his claws into their lower orifices. They mewled in response, even Limestone letting her guard down a bit. Their juices trickled down his digits, and they made moist, squishy sounds, sending spatters of their twat nectar about each time he thrust into them.
His eyes turned to whites, lost in the moment. He thrust his hips with all the might he dared muster without hurting Pinkie, her asscheeks wobbling with an audible clap each time he sunk balls deep into her tight loveholes, his muscles growing taut, nostrils flaring, snorts and growls escaping while he hammered away at her, fingering the two who joined their sis in a chorus of moans.
His tongue wrapped around one of Pinkie's hanging tits several times, squeezing the supple flesh and flicking her wide, erect nipple, while her loose tit continued to swing and bounce each time he rammed into her hot, tightening tunnels.
Pinkie's head swam from his precum leaking into her, not to mention the overwhelming smell of his musk, her siblings similarly intoxicated and submissive when they inhaled it. His prowess had only grown as he let himself lose a little more, surrendering to the dragon instincts he'd once been ashamed of, to take what he wanted and claim this nubile, fertile females as his treasures.
Pinkie huffed. “C-can you still understand me, Spike?”
He tilted his head with a flick of his ears, teeth hungrily bared, balls churning for release inside her, a need to seed her womb.
“Anyhow~” Pinkie giggles between more pants and moans, happy to be used by him if it made him happier. “We...we took a look at the Fire Ruby. Umph,” she closed her eyes and threatened to lose her train of thought, gripping her holes around him.
“What she means to say,” managed to spit out Marble. “Is that we all took a look at the Fire Ruby, and-”
“We can fix the shell,” finished Limestone who grit her teeth with narrowed eyes, blushing bright as her sisters, like Marble hesitant to admit how much she now wanted him to fuck her, too. “But...but the magic leaked out~!” She howled a particular lewd moan, face fully flushed when she repeatedly squirted over his strong arm, ashamed she'd came first and so easily.
“H-hot,” whispered Marble who watched her sister's face twist and her funholes clench. She whined and came too, splashing over his other arm, his fingers still buried deep up their assholes and cunts while he continued to fuck Pinkie.
“We....know all about gems and minerals,” said Pinkie whose eyes rolled into her head, using her holes to milk his cocks with abandon, mind dulled with a need to take his load deep inside her. “A-and someone who can restore the Fire Ruby's magic~!”
Aware she was close, Spike helped her along when he swallowed his flame, smoke pouring out his nose, sinking balls deep again and loosing his pent up virility. Her stomach bloated from overfill, an excess of cum shooting around his dicks, and she chewed on her curls, closing her eyes with a blissful, high-pitched scream when she creamed all over his groin.
He packed in much as he dared, then pulled out from her gaped holes, barely half of his sperm loosed. The rested he unloaded all over the sisters, painted them from head-to-toe, dense ropes of sticky, white goo slapping over their heads, backs, and asses.
Giving them no time to rest, still far from satisfied, Spike flipped Marble over and pulled her to him. She cooed in appreciation, his claws around her thighs, staring into his angry, dominant face when he slammed into her orifices. “A-ah~!”
“No fair,” muttered Limestone almost inaudibly, fingering herself while she watched him ruthlessly ravage her.
Marble smiled coyly at him, wide-eyed, her sweaty, bulbous tits bobbing each time he railed her. His ridges tickled her interior, the fleshy nubs massaging her spongy g-spot, and she mewled with glazed eyes. He completely sheathed himself and fired off into her, explosions of white slapping the slippery walls of her wombs, and with a squeak she came on him again.
She'd barely finished when he yanked out of her widened sexholes. He fired the excess onto her face, into her open mouth, all over her body, particularly over her glazed up titties, and the runny slime dribbled down her plush, sticky curves.
Spike immediately turned his fiery gaze on Limestone with a loud snort. He yanked her up by the hair mid-masturbation, lifted one of Limestone's toned legs up high and sunk into her sideways. “F-fuck,” she wheezed, burning hotter when he used her like his personal plaything, a sexy toy that existed to satisfy his bestial, boundless lusts.
Pinkie giggled and crawled atop Marble, straddling her face, cum leaking out her fuckholes onto it. Most men couldn't afford to have the twins at once, but this was how they usually followed up when they did, hungrily eating each other out, slurping out their assholes and pussies, chewing and slurping on a mix of dick and pussy juice before they gobbled it down.
That lewd little show usually provided the perfect cherry on a fuck session, and spurred Spike to skewer Limestone even harder. He sensed she was physically the toughest of the three, that he barely needed to hold back, his claws and tongue kneading her smaller but still quite sizable buttocks and breasts. She hissed in delight, her six pack drawn tight. “Give it to me.”
With a final slam he impaled her. “Make me yours,” she cried barely able to concentrate when she broke her dam. Like her sisters he filled her up to excess, leaving her like them looking heavily impregnated when he pulled out, and unfurled more salvos, until Limestone was coated all over, her mouth filled to overflow with spunk that ran down her lips and chin.
Spike panted with them when sanity started to return. “Y-you all okay?” He breathed a sigh of relief when they happily nodded. He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Kind of lost control. Done that a lot lately, actually.”
“No worries,” said Pinkie with a wink between laps at Marble's nethers. “That person who can put the magic back in the Fire Ruby can help you with that, too! We'll draw you up a map once you're on your way from Gunsmoke.”
Marble paused between nibbling and pulling on Pinkie's pussy lips. “We'll fix the Fire Ruby's surface, too.”
Spike beamed in appreciation, blissful like them in his afterglow. “Where did the magic come from, though?”
“Not sure,” said Limestone. “Probably from the love of whoever made it.”
He wondered if it was connected to the diamond tattoos on Rarity's and Sweetie Belle's buttocks, that maybe they harbored a magic they weren't even aware of, brought out by the symbols branded on them. The fact that he'd mutated them into half-dragons by repeated mating with them had also helped bring that dormant power out. “Their love for me is that deep...”
He curled up next to them and drew them close with his tail, wrapping that and his wingspan around them. He needed to pull back, aware that in his anger he'd recklessly endangered Ember and the citizens of Gunsmoke, that he'd nearly killed Scootaloo amidst their battle even though she was no real threat to anyone. At least Rainbow Dash had quickly forgiven him.
I'm not usually one for self-reflection. Guess Rarity and Ember in particular have had quite an effect on me! Wish they got along better, though. Sure, they pretend to be nice when I'm around, but I can tell there's some tension there. Sweetie Belle and Smolder seem a lot happier to just go along for the ride. I know they'd all do anything for me, regardless!
I've taken Rainbow Dash under my protection, but what about the rest of them? Ember says I'll have to be more dominant and proactive to become the Dragon Lord someday, but is that really what I want? Sounds like a lot of pressure!
His eyes trailed over the Pie sisters who cuddled about him and each other.
Still, if it means I can protect them and have their love, I'm willing to at least try. Maybe that's what the world needs. Instead of all the races fighting for control, maybe I can help them unite under my wings. I know that's far off, but between Discord and his cult, the coven, Gunsmoke, not to mention the Dragon Lands, well...we'd be pretty much unstoppable!
*****
“Come on in and relax,” urged Cherry Jubilee who stood naked in a sauna with well over a dozen of her girls. They bathed freely, surrounded by a thin steam, bodies beaded in droplets of sweat. Usually this room was reserved for the richest customers, but her crew were often given a chance to relax here with her in order to relieve the stresses of their job.
“Er, hello.” Applejack removed her clothes and left them outside, her stetson tossed aside with reluctance. She met the neutral stare of Rainbow Dash, who Cherry currently bathed, special attention paid to her wing tattoos.
“Hey.” Dash managed a smile. “Cherry gives the best massages!”
Cherry smirked and let her hair down, her palms still slick with oil and the scent of perfume. “I've shut down the place to customers for now and invited a number of select guests here. They should be arriving soon.”
AJ nodded. She blushed at all the casual nudity around her, and settled her freckled bottom onto a bench. A few minutes later more started to arrive, and she spun to face one of the arrivals. “What in tarnation are you doin' here?!”
Apple Bloom paused mid conversation with Scootaloo, hands thrust onto her hips. They were still in their towels and wispy vapors trailed around them. “I was invited here too, sis! Not like I haven't seen all this before!”
“That was different and you know it! Cherry Jubilee, I can't believe-”
The madam shook her head. “She should be left to make her own decisions.”
Dash exchanged a grin with her sidekick. “Glad to see you're still kickin'! I knew a fall wouldn't keep you down!”
“Thanks!” Scoolatoo removed her towel and unveiled her lithe, nubile form, more to show off her own wing tattoos than anything, still hopeful they would someday activate. “Apple Bloom's been wonderful!”
“Aw, shucks. It was nothin'!” Apple Bloom disrobed too, her body a little shapelier with slight toned muscle definition.
AJ stomped and stewed, clearly outnumbered again. This was exactly the kind of scenario she'd always tried to protect her sister from, having taken on a motherly role with the early passing of their parents. “Guess I can't win this one.”
“Nope!” Pinkie bounded in, closely followed by Marble, Limestone, and Ember who'd taken on her humanoid form. “We wanted to invite Spike, as I'm sure he'd enjoy the show, but unfortunately he doesn't exactly fit! I mean literally!”
“That is a shame,” said Limestone who undressed like her sisters and settled in.
Marble asked, “Were we called her for business or pleasure?”
“The latter. After recent events I believe we've all earned a vacation,” noted Cherry Jubilee. “Please, make yourselves at home and stay as long as you wish. I want to make this place a paradise to everyone who comes here.”
Everyone did their best to relax, lounging about without a care in the world. Most were almost able to forget about all the recent violence and destruction that had come to Gunsmoke. Rainbow Dash couldn't help but look shame-faced at those she'd tried to plunder, and how quickly most of them forgave her only made it all the harder as she shrank into herself a little.
They talked, reclined, and wandered about, unaware that a steam train was headed their way. With a hiss it collided with the building, shaking its foundation, several of them tossed about or thrown to the slippery floor.
Cherry Jubilee snapped back into all business mode, as did Applejack, and shared a nod certain that the sky pirates had made their return! But this time they were prepared...
The steam train smashed through the whorehouse. Walls collapsed and rattled amidst clouds of dust. Cherry Jubilee tapped a hidden portion of the sauna, which dropped out to reveal a cache of high-powered, experimental rifles that she started to pass around. “Get ready to defend yourselves, girls. This could get messy, but I'm not about to let them mess with our turf.”
Applejack stared at the weapons which were unlike any she'd seen. “Aint exactly legal.”
“We've gotta take care of our own,” reminded Pinkie with a wink. “Besides, this is an emergency!”
“You don't have to stick with us,” said Cherry to Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo. “I understand it could be a conflict of interest.”
Dash pursed her lips. “I'll stay. You too, right?” She shared a high-five with Scootaloo.
The train crashed in and skidded to a stop, screaming as it steamed. Calaeno stood at the front, flanked by Lightning Dust and Gilda, and she leveled her cutlass at Cherry Jubilee, unconcerned with all the guns trained on them. “I don't want any trouble. Just hand over Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo, and we'll b e out of here!” She nodded at the pair.
For a moment no one spoke nor moved, and mist rose around Cherry and her companions, their bare skin beaded in sweat.
Gilda hissed, “We don't have time for this crap. Make your choice, Dash.”
“I...I want to stay,” admitted Dash with a small blush.
“Me too,” said Scootaloo who stayed close by her side, uncertain why the change of heart but unwilling to abandon her.
“Your choice,” spat Lightning Dust with a snarl. “Always knew you'd turn soft, traitor!”
Calaeno sheathed her blade at the hip. “Guess this is it, then. It's been fun and an honor, but it's time we split town. Take us out of here,” she said with slumped shoulders, disappointed that she would lose a couple friends and return home empty-handed.
AJ narrowed her eyes. “You really think you're free to up and leave?”
Cherry Jubilee nodded, face still drawn in determination. “My place, my rules. Doesn't appear anyone's been harmed, and despite their rudeness, I treat this place like a sanctuary. They're under my protection and I say we call it even.”
AJ stomped a bare foot with a wet slap. “Even?! What about the damage they've done all over, not to mention-”
From the train arose a series of chains that shot out and wrapped around Calaeno, Lightning Dust, and Gilda. They yelped and were pinned to its shiny surface, and from the sides of the armored machine arose Flim and Flam who doffed their hats.
“Hey now,” said Flim. “We only led them here for a full pardon, isn't that so, brother?”
“Indeed,” answered Flam with a nod.”We've delivered three of the most notorious air pirates right to Gunsmoke!”
“Knew we couldn't trust those losers,” muttered Gilda who wiggled in her binds with a rattle.
Calaeno snarled and tried to summon her wings from the tattoo on her back, only for feathers to uselessly burst around her. “Curses,” she hissed. “To be undone by such low cunning! I could almost admire them...”
“Yeah,” said Lightning Dust. “Well, I don't intend to give up that easily!” Obsessed with finally beating Rainbow Dash, her back tattoo glowed too, and she thrashed in her bonds with a hiss. Sweat poured down her brow, her face twitched, and her wings burst free for the first time, as she did the seemingly impossible in a burst of wind and tossed the chains from her.
“What the-” Film and Flam could hardly believe the magic she unleashed in her rage and frustration. It knocked over those closest, thundered into the steam train's engine, which exploded with a concussive boom. Screams sounded when those on board were thrown loose, smoke pooled, and an inferno started to rage around the sauna, making the air twist under the heat.
“Everyone get out,” called Cherry Jubilee who tried to direct her girls outwards as the fires spread.
It was absolute chaos. A portion collapsed with a thud and Cherry looked on in horror realizing that all their escape routes were blocked. They coughed and were forced to keep low, the air now thick with a grayish-black haze.
But in the moment Lightning Dust didn't care. She tossed a cutlass to Dash and unsheathed her own. “Let's finish this!”
“Now's not the time-” Dash barely parried the swift blow that answered her in a spray of sparks.
“It's the perfect time! I have my wings now!” Lightning Dust cackled, oblivious to the world around them, focused entirely on their duel. “You've always looked down on me! Held me back! Well, not anymore!”
Dash carefully matched her slashes and turned aside her thrusts. Normally she wanted a challenge and welcomed excitement, but now her only concern was for everyone here, especially Scootaloo! They would all burn if they didn't die of smoke inhalation first, and her eyes watered, as she steeled herself in determination and attempted to finish this quickly as she could.
Applejack held her little sister close. “Is this really how it ends-?”
As if in answer the debris was torn away by heavy claws. Spike and Ember appeared in the hole the steam train had made, tossed aside heavy stones and fallen planks of wood, and even between them strained and heaved out the half-destroyed steam train. Those trapped within rushed out into the open, and the dragons rushed in to find and rescue any stragglers.
“Oh no you don't!” Lightning seized Dash by the ankle when she unfurled her wings and tried to make an exit. They beat their plumes furiously, sailed out the hole and into the sky, where they continued their duel in mid-air.
Spike watched them break apart, dive at each other, and cross their swords. Ember asked, “Should we intervene?”
He shook his head. “It's like dragon pride. She has to do this on her own.” Ember nodded her understanding and the pair hoped that Dash would ultimately triumph. They then returned to make sure everyone was okay, and thankfully other than some minor wounds that appeared to be the case. For the moment, they would keep an eye on the prisoners until they knew what to do with them. Around them Cherry Jubilee and her crew tried to snuff the flames with barrels of water, to little effect.
While she had stolen tons in her time Rainbow Dash had rarely taken a life, and only under extreme circumstances. She'd certainly never killed anyone remotely innocent. “You've lost it, Dust! But I don't wanna hurt you!”
“Hurt me? Fat chance!” Dust unleashed a shrill scream and sailed at her. Her wingspan glowed, overloaded with the magic she unleashed contained within, the plumage shaken under the strain. Again-and-again she dive-bombed her.
Dash yelped and twisted to evade, shocked at her speeds, and the blade grazed her side and drew blood from the thin cut. “Dust,” she called. “You're putting too much pressure on those wings! At this rate they're gonna-”
“Shut up!” Dust's eyes twisted in hate and she redoubled her attack. Suddenly her wings erupted into a shower of colorful feathers, she yelped, and went into a free fall, so panicked she fell unconscious and wet limp.
Dash immediately hurtled towards her, swooped in, and barely seized her before she thudded to the earth. She held her old friend's lithe body close to her breast and softly wept, thankful she was still alive but uncertain if they could ever mend this.
Fires crackled behind them when AJ approached and said, “You did good, sugarcube. I'm proud.”
Dash simply nodded with a sniffle and looked to Scootaloo who was thankfully unharmed and smiled at her. The other pirates and the Flim Flam brothers were rounded up by the authorities, their fate to be decided later. The whorehouse burned down, and Cherry Jubilee and her followers looked on, distraught but helpless to do anything more in the moment.
A somber mood settled over Gunsmoke, but at least they were all alive. She looked upon Calaeno and Gilda while they were hauled away, pained, and wondered if they would ever be allowed to take skyward again...
*****
Days passed while debates raged and decisions were made. Spike decided to make his own choice. “Anyone who wants can come with me,” he offered. “You'll be under the Dragon Lord's protection. Of course, you'll have to obey his rules, and whatever you do will reflect on me. Sorry if that's not good enough, but your only other real choice is to stay here...”
Applejack folded her arms and nodded. “Seems like the authorities have agreed to your proposal.”
“I don't have a place here anymore. Most of my fortune is lost,” lamented Cherry Jubilee. “And I'm not sure I have the heart right now to start anew. Why not?” She traced his muscles with her folded up fan as they stood in the middle of town square.
“We've decided to come too,” said Pinkie Pie who stood with her sisters in the shade cast by a building.
“You know my choice,” said Dash at Spike's side. “What about you, squirt? You could start a new life here, if you want.”
Scootaloo shook her head. “I'd rather stay with you. It'll be an adventure!”
“I want to come, too!” Apple Bloom beamed. “Come on, sis! Don't you want to see the world?”
“Yeah...but I also want to look after Gunsmoke,” reminded AJ who turned to the burnt remains of the whorehouse.
“C'mon, don't be like that! The sky pirates aren't active and most of the worst criminals are rounded up! This place'lll be fine! Admit it, you're nervous! I know you've got a crush on Spike!” She teased her with a nudge in the ribs.
“Hush now,” answered AJ with a small blush. “Okay, maybe I could give it a try, for a while.”
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo cheered with a fist bump. “You two will get along great with Sweetie Belle,” noted Ember. “I'll have to introduce you once we're home. What about everyone else? Calaeno, Lightning Dust, Gilda, Flim and Flam...?”
AJ said, “They'll serve some time but I convinced the judge to go easy on them. Lightning Dust a little more, since she put everyone in danger. After that they should be able to go back to normal lives if they keep their noses clean. Doubt it'll take in Flim and Flam's case, and as for Lightning Dust, well, we'll see. Calaeno seems remorseful, at least.”
Spike nodded. “We'll sweep by and visit when we can. And who knows? Maybe they'll be let out early for good behavior?”
“I'm proud,” said Ember who pressed close to him. “You've taken the first step on your journey to become the Dragon Lord.”
She's right. So many have helped me on the way. All those allies scattered across the world...maybe they'll make for strong ties if I ever do become the Dragon Lord? That still seems so far off, and their lives are so short. Guess I'd better strive harder, then.
Plus, I'm intrigued by what the Pie sisters said. Something about a supposed Goddess at the world's end? Someone who can put the lost magic back in the Fire Ruby? Better visit Rarity, Sweetie, and Smolder first, plus drop off Ember and everyone else before I undertake the next leg of my journey. Until then, hopefully we can take it easy for a while!
Somehow, Spike found himself back in the prostitute's den. He reclined on his haunches in the main area, before a stage where the Pie sisters in their saloon attire put on a dance for him with a swish of skirts and kick of legs covered in stockings and heels. Darting an eye about the employees went about their business, but aside from the girls who were guests he was the sole patron.
At the piano sat Cherry Jubilee, who shot him a sly grin and wink while she played, naked as thin rays of sunlight pierced the blinds and caressed her bare skin. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were half denuded, playing a game of cards at a table with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. By his side rested Ember, who'd reclaimed her human form and nodded to him.
What's happening? It has to be a dream! Is this-
“Discord's work,” stated Ember. “A gift for an old friend, he said. This is a shared dream between all of us.”
“Sure feels real,” said AJ who grunted when she unhooked her bra and surrendered it to Dash, letting her freckled breasts spill loose with a bounce. “Darn it, I swear even in a dream you can't help but cheat!”
“You're just mad 'cause I'm about to beat the panties off you!” Dash chuckled in a wicked manner and accepted her prize, down to her own scanty underwear. “You have no poker face, Applejack. We'll have to work on that. Now, show your next hand!”
AJ blushed and twitched when she laid out her cards. With another grumble, she hooked the band of her panties with both hands and slid them down, exposing her freckly ass and a taut womanhood with a small bush of blonde locks. “There, happy now?”
“I dunno...feels like there's more I could play for,” shot back Dash with a sly leer.
AJ's flush brightened. “Don't even think about it.” She froze up a little, suddenly more self-conscious but unable to deny a heated thrill in her loins. “Uh, so Spike, apparently we all have a few hours to kill and Discord says we can do what we want?”
“Don't try and change the subject,” said Dash. “But yeah. We've talked things over, and Ember said your cave isn't nearly roomy enough for us all. You'll need a much bigger lair, especially if you want to become Dragon Lord someday.”
Ember intertwined her tail with his. “Discord said he'll help with that, in return for a favor. Nothing difficult. He said Fluttershy and Tree Hugger want you to visit again, and he'll even transport you there and back. He also said the coven's offered their aid, too, after what we did in Salem. Looks like it's all coming together. Of course, I'm sure everyone back home misses us.”
Realizing that they could relax for now, Spike breathed a sigh of relief and watched the Pie sisters perform for him. Pinkie was at the center, eyes half-lidded and fluttering her lashes, with Limestone and Marble at her sides. He watched them shimmy from the tops of their outfits, exposing their breasts and shaking them back-and-forth with a series of giggles.
Their skirts were hitched, and they peeled away their panties, letting them slide down their long, supple legs and around their ankles before they kicked the garments off and onto his lap. Then they spun on their heels in unison, bent over, and thrust out their wide bottoms which they wobbled. He practically drooled at the fleshy globes, licking his chops.
Pinkie turned to the table where they were gambling and asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah. It's just a dream, after all. I reckon we could all change our minds when we wake up,” said AJ.
“It's also their choice,” said Dash who nodded at Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. “You two ready?”
They nodded, stood, and sauntered over to him. “We...we want to see what it's like,” admitted Apple Bloom with a blush.
“If we plan to stick with you we might as well,” said Scootaloo. “So, uh, I'll admit it's our first time...”
Spike swallowed and trailed his eyes over them. His claws pulled them in closer, heat radiating off his muscles. AJ and Dash stalked over to support their little sisters, the latter stripping and leaving her undergarments in a trail behind her. They held them, planting little pecks on their necks to prepare them, stripping away their clothes which they tossed aside.
His twin cocks twitched, fully risen, compelled by primal instinct to breed a fresh pair of females.
“It might hurt a little at first sugarcube,” whispered AJ into Bloom's ear. “But it'll feel really nice after that.”
Dash murmured her own encouragement into Scoots' ear when she said, “You'll finally become a woman!” She landed a playful smack on her sidekick's bare ass. Their hands wandered over them, squeezed their soft flesh, tweaked their nipples.
Pretty soon their labia swelled with blood, plump and wet, and they softly panted, ready to be taken by him. Other than Bloom's hair bow they were completely denuded, her plush body also dotted in freckles all over her tits and buttocks.
“I...I know my body isn't the best,” said Scoots who nodded at her slender, athletic form. “But I hope you like it?”
He kissed one of her small breasts in approval, flicked its nipple with her tongue. His claws seized them by the waist and pulled them onto his heated lap. His fleshy ridges pressed against their slits and they squealed in anticipation. Their older sisters used their fingers to spread their pussies wide, the moist, pink canals exposed, contracted in need to be filled.
“D-do it already,” whined Apple Bloom.
Scootaloo nodded enthusiastically. “There's no danger, s-so why hold back? Please, put it in us.”
Gripping their buttocks in each palm, he slowly lined himself up and sunk into their twats. He spread them wide open, buried himself inside them inch-by-inch, and they moaned all the while helped by AJ and Dash who drove them down onto his groin. They winced and a small trickle of blood ran down his lengths, mixed with his and their combined juices.
Their warm, slippery confines wrapped around him and gripped. His fleshy ridges scraped their velvet tunnels, so warm and wet, brushed over their g-spots and his tips prodded against their cervices. His gaze locked with their own, a lewd smile shared between them amidst moans, their faces fully flushed while his eyes started to widen, surrendering to his instincts.
“Ride 'em like your life depends on it,” teased AJ who landed a hard smack on Bloom's ass and left a hand print on it.
“Don't let her outdo you,” cheered on Dash who delivered her own rough swat to Scoot's small but well-shaped rump.
Spurred on by the display, Spike lifted his lovers up and then slammed them down onto his dicks. Wet squishes sounded and pussy nectar spattered with the thrust that impaled them. He alternated his kisses between them, nibbled on their lips and they returned the favor, and he toyed with their suppleness, which rolled in circles under his claws and elongated tongue.
They held onto him for dear life, digging their nails into the flesh between his armor-like scales. He pumped them up-and-down, slow and gentle at first, then picked up his pace while they became attuned to his cocks, able to take him deeper. They bounced and quivered atop him, skewered again-and-again while he worked them into a frenzied sweat.
“Look at 'em go,” said AJ who resisted an urge to touch herself.
Dash noticed the shift of her hand before she stopped and pressed her small tits into her back. “Want some help?”
“Uh...sure, why not?” AJ yelped when Dash pushed her to the floor, and they started to wrestle for dominance. All those years of competition and frustrations spilled out, and they took turns flipping the other over, sitting on their partner's face when they sunk their fingers and tongues into pussies and assholes, determined to make the other climax first.
The Pie sisters did them same in their own playful manner on stage. Cherry Jubilee spread her thighs, and tweaked her swollen clit, flicking and rubbing it. Seeing no reason to hold back, Ember sunk her tail into her cunt with a watery squish.
An orgy descended over the whorehouse as the prostitutes discarded their attire and joined in. Spike wondered if this was down to Discord, who lowered the inhibitions off those around him and brought out their true desires.
Not that he could focus much with the raunchy display around him, everyone in attendance reduced to horny animals in the moment. Hissing, he bred his new mates fast and hard and deep as he dared, and they mewled in appreciation.
With a final groan he pumped their wombs to overfill, and they swelled out like he;d heavily impregnated them, pushed to the point where they soon came with him. Their cascades rushed over his crotch. Sweaty tits heaved. Nails poked into their buttocks. He shared a kiss with both of them at the same time, as the pair had quickly taken to each other.
“I...I'm a proper woman now,” mumbled Apple Bloom with a dopey smile and sleepy eyes.
“You and me both,” answered Scootaloo who looked similar. “Now, all I need to do is earn my wings...”
“I'll help with that,” offered Spike who shared a nod with Ember. “Maybe you'll be inspired when we fly about?” He patted their fleshy bottoms, pressed them close to his chiseled chest, shared in the body heat that radiated between them.
His wings drew them in and he kissed them on the forehead. His spade-tip tail swished in contentment.
What an adventure. Glad it all worked out, more or less. Of course, I still have to deal with this growth spurt, not to mention the Fire Ruby. Wonder who this person that can restore is? Must be pretty powerful, especially if they call her a Goddess?
Well, I'll worry about that later. I'm sorry about what happened to Cherry Jubilee's place, but hopefully everyone'll be happy with me. I can always take them back if they change their minds later. Wonder what Rarity, Sweetie, and Smolder are up to? Better check up on them when I have the chance. Until then, at least we'll all be able to take it easy!
