Spike’s always encouraged by Twilight to make new friends, but he takes her advice a step too far when he accidentally summons Mallory, the forgotten Princess of Lust.
Spike’s always encouraged by Twilight to make new friends, but he takes her advice a step too far when he accidentally summons Mallory, the long forgotten Demon Princess of Lust, from the pages of mysterious diary found in Canterlot’s secretive Restricted Section.
Spike grumbled under his breath as he shuffled across the floor towards another pile of dusty books. In the depths of the Royal Palace in Canterlot, he and Twilight searched high and low for long lost secrets to uncover. Since Celestia and Luna retired, stewardship of the library and the restricted section that rested beneath it fell to Twilight, the new ruler of Equestria. All of that might have been exciting for the princess, but Spike was less than thrilled. With every book he shifted, a cloud of dust rose to his face, causing him to sneeze and cough. Then, as if that weren’t bad enough, there was the occasional spider hiding behind the next book to scare him. “Ah! I hate it here… This miserable, dark, dusty dungeon… Why did I have to come along? Why not Starlight?”
Twilight had her back turned. She was too busy looking through an old tome to even glance over her shoulder. “Starlight is where she needs to be. Besides, she’s not my number one assistant. That honor goes to you, and right now, I need you to assist me in finding anything and everything that would benefit Equestria. Who knows what secrets have been forgotten down here?”
The dragon frowned before turning his attention back to the pile of volumes in front of him. “Lucky me…”
He reached for a sizable text and dusted off the cover. It was as thick as the length of his claws. For the first time, his interest was peaked, but this brief glimpse of excitement was dashed when he read the title. It was nothing more than large collection of maps of the Frozen North.
Disappointed, Spike tossed the book aside. The heavy text hit the side of the book pile beside him, causing it to fall. He tried to step out of the way, but not before a mountain of books came crashing down on him, sending up a great cloud of dust. When everything settled, Spike could see nothing but a colossal mess around him.
“Spike! Spike, are you okay?”
He checked his surroundings before observing himself. Even though he couldn’t see Twilight, he could hear her just fine. “Ye-Yeah, Twilight… I’m alright…” Spike climbed to his feet and dusted off his clothes. As he began searching the surrounding mess for a way back to the princess, his eyes caught a glimpse of a small, red book that had been revealed by the collapsing pile. “I’ll be right over…”
“Alright… Just… be more careful, okay?”
When it sounded as though she had gone back to her work, Spike turned his attention back to the little book. It was small and bound in crimson leather, and unlike every other book in the restricted section, there wasn’t a speck of dust on it. Then, there was the cover.
~Mallory~ ~The Lady of Lust~
Intrigued, Spike opened the cover to the first page. What he found surprised him. It was completely blank. He flipped to the next page and found it was blank too. A glance through the rest of the strange book revealed every page was empty. There wasn’t a single entry, let alone a single word to be read. Still, he felt compelled to take it. Whoever this Mallory was, she wouldn’t be needing it anymore.
Spike tucked the diary into the pocket of his hoodie and began looking for a way back to Twilight. A few moments later, having climbed over the mountain of books that had previously fallen on him, the dragon and princess were reunited.
She turned and greeted him with a kind smile. “There you are… You’re not hurt, are you? That sounded like a nasty fall.”
He shook his head before shooting her a teasing look. “Me? I thought you’d be more worried about the books.”
Twilight reciprocated the jab with a firm punch to his shoulder. “Very funny, tipsy.” The two of them laughed for a moment, and all was well. “Anyway… Did you manage to find anything interesting over there, you know, before you caused an avalanche?”
Spike rolled his eyes as he reached for his pocket and the diary within it, but his hand faltered. Instead of taking out the little book, his arms fell to his side, and he shook his head. “No… Sorry, Twilight.”
She actually looked sympathetic, despite his lie. “I didn’t fare to well either… I found a few texts on Equestrian history and spells, but they’re not really life-changeing.” The princess placed a hand on her waist and rubbed the back of her head with the other. “Hmm… Do you want to go back to the palace? I’m ready to call it a day.”
Those words caused a sense of relief within Spike. He’d had enough of the restricted section for a while and was looking forward to some time to himself in his room. There would be no books, no dust, and no spiders, only his own company. “Yeah, Twilight… I’m ready.”
She managed a grin. “Let’s go. If you want, can get dinner at that restaurant you like. You’ve earned it.”
That really put a smile on Spike’s face. He knew the place she was talking about. It was a joint that served dragon-friendly stuff, and it had been his favorite place in Canterlot ever since he was little. “Sure! Just say when.”
Then, the two of them left the restricted section together, climbing the stairs out of the dark vault and up into the library. They’d left everything behind, all but the little crimson diary Spike held tightly in his pocket.
After dinner, the sun had set and the skies over Equestria were a deep purple. Throughout the entire night they were together, Spike never bothered to tell Twilight about the book he’d found in the restricted section. At dinner, or even walking back to the palace, it never came up. It wasn’t until he was alone in the solidarity of his room in the palace that he pulled the crimson diary out of his pocket to give it another look.
Like before, every page inside was completely void of any words. Sitting on his bed, he ran his fingers over the leather cover and the words etched into it. At his touch, the book seemed to vibrate in response. The buzz was so subtle, Spike wasn’t even sure it was real. It was almost as though it purred in his hands, but as he held it up to his ear, the buzz fell silent. Disappointed, he placed the diary on the bedside table, pondering the name on the cover as he turned over in bed. “Mallory…”
Spike had made up his mind. He was going to tell Twilight about the diary in the morning. She’d most certainly know more about it than anypony else. Still, he couldn’t shake the thought that something was wrong with the diary. It came from the restricted section, and nothing was every out there without a reason.
He tried to put the diary out of his mind and close his eyes. After spending all day sifting through mountains of old books, he really was tired. However, Spike couldn’t just go right to sleep. He felt unusually hot, far more than he ever had before. An idle mind and idle hands always lead to the same place for a young male alone in his room, but this was different.
A ravenous sensation gnawed at his loins, and Spike began to have venereal thoughts about his closest friends, like Rarity’s mature curves and Fluttershy’s naturally large breasts. Even Rainbow’s athletic physic turned him on. Then, there was Twilight, his closest friend whom he loved dearly. She was only a short walk away, likely half naked in the comfort of her bed with her clavicle showing as her loose nightshirt slipped from her shoulder.
A sudden noise jarred his mind free from his sordid thoughts. A quick glance towards the nightstand revealed the disappearance of the diary. Spike searched further, peering over the side of the bed. It had fallen to the floor, face down with its pages open. He reached out for the diary, only for his fingers to push it further under his bed and out of reach.
Frustrated, the horny dragon rose from his bed and climbed down after the runaway book. Getting into his hands and knees, he searched and felt blindly for the book. Despite the pitch darkness, and the dust, he made contact.
Before he could retrieve his prize, however, the gentle moan of an unseen mare echoed in the room. A chill fell over him, and the moonlight faded until the room was shrouded in a blanket of shadow.
Spike dove under the bed, now aware that he wasn’t alone. On his stomach, he clutched the diary right against his chest as he peered out from under his bed, searching for the intruder.
Through the darkness, the heightened vision of his dragon-eyes spotted a pair of feet stepping carefully towards the bed. “Come out, little thing… I know you’re around here somewhere.”
His eyes widened, and the dragon instinctively covered his mouth to muffle his rapid breaths. The intruder was searching for him too.
Then, the intruder’s feet vanished. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Spike’s breaths quickened. He looked left and right and saw nothing, but as he looked ahead, a pair of glowing red eyes appeared.
The eyes glimmered like miniature flames, and a twisted grin formed beneath them, showing rows of jagged, pearly fangs. “There you are!”
Spike shook with terror. Cornered and cramped, he had no where to go. His reaction apparently caused some delight in the mare, causing her to let out a menacing laugh, showing off even more of her razor-sharp teeth.
“Hello, little thing… I seem to be lost, and since you are the only one here besides me, I believe you might be able to tell me where I am.”
She extended her arm underneath the bed, reaching towards him with an open hand. Reluctantly, Spike put his hand in hers, realizing that it was much larger than his own, and she pulled him out from under the bed. As he rose to his feet, still holding onto the diary, Spike got his first look at the intruder, illuminated by what little light the windows and her glowing eyes provided.
The first thing he noticed was her size. She stood tall, taller than any mare he’d ever seen before at more than twice his height. Then there was her fur. She was the color of a dark ash, which was offset by her vibrant crimson mane. The mare sported giant wings like an Alicorn princess, but instead of a single pointed horn, antlers sprouted from the top of her head. They were dark, twisted, and gnarled as they branched off, forming an erie crown atop her mane. Covering her impressive form was a red gown adorned with golden trinkets, stretched thin by her large breasts and curvy waist.
To top everything off, the mare sported two additional arms just beneath her shoulders. Two hands were placed firmly on her hips, one stroked her lower cheek, and the fourth pointed directly at Spike. “If I’m not mistaken, you must be a dragon…. and a handsome one at that.”
The mare’s lips curled into a smile. It wasn’t kind or friendly, and it left an uneasy feeling in Spike’s gut. When she opened her mouth, he caught a glimpse of her forked, serpent-like tongue, which only made him more nervous.
Despite all of this, her words poured from her mouth like honey. They excited him in a strange way, and Spike felt a twitch in his briefs. “Are you the assistant? Earlier, I heard the other one call someone her ‘number one assistant’.”
The dragon steadied himself with a long breath, and his eyes met hers. He tried to focus on her eyes, as disturbing as they were. It was better than looking at the rest of her strange body. “I… I’m Spike, and this is my room. Well… I mean, you’re in the Crystal Palace, Princess Twilight’s home, as well as mine.”
Spike felt compelled to answer her questions, anything she asked. For some reason, he wanted to please her.
The monolithic mare raised an eyebrow at him. “A princess? Do you mean to tell me Celestia actually shares her power with others? How very unlike her…” Her puzzled look shifted into a dark glare. “Before I tell you who I am, answer me how exactly you came into possession of that little book.”
He looked down at the red diary in his hands and rubbed his fingers over the cover. “This? I… I just found it. Twilight and I were digging though the Canterlot archives beneath the palace, and I found it buried under some old junk.” He paused for a moment, staring intently at the inscription on the cover. “This is yours, isn’t it? You’re Mallory.”
He almost thought he could see a sincere grin form in the corners of her snarl, but she quickly repressed it. She took several steps back, and in the center of the room, she offered him an exaggerated bow. “Princess Mallory, the Lady of Lust and defilier of virgins, at your disservice.”
Spike’s blood ran cold. None of those things sounded terribly good, but he held his ground and swallowed his fear. Suddenly he no longer wanted to please her. He could tell the diary upset the princess, so clutching onto it with one hand, he thrust it towards her. “If you’re a danger to any of my friends, I’ll put you back where I found you. You’re not the first threat to Equestria we’ve had to stop.”
It was a gamble. Spike had no clue if he could actually seal her back into the diary she came from, but the dark princess actually recoiled, stumbling back slightly as she folded her arms across her breasts.
“No… There’s no need for that, Spike.” Her voiced sounded smaller. “I’m not a danger to anyone, especially you. You have freed me, and for that, I am grateful.”
Spike didn’t dare lower his guard, but his grip on the diary loosened. “What do you mean? How?”
Mallory walked past him to the bed in two great strides. She sat on his bed, the whole thing groaning under her size, and made herself comfortable. “I felt you, when you touched me. I felt your desires.” The princess pointed casually towards his briefs and drew a finger up the side of his leg. “You summed me with your lust for those closest to you.”
His ears burned hot, and his body tensed up at her touch. Spike knew he should have backed away, but his feet were frozen in place. He allowed her to stroke his inner thigh, inching closer and closer to the bulge that was growing in his briefs.
“I can tell the princess in this palace is dear to you. More than that, she is close, the closest thing you have to family.”
Finally, her fingers closed in around the shaft of his cock, gripping it though the cloth that covered him. Spike’s breath shortened as two more hands grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. His cock leaped to attention, and against the cold air, the warmth of Mallory’s hands closed in around it.
The feeling was like nothing he’d experienced before. Spike had held his own cock many times before, but never had it fallen into the hands of another.
Mallory was toying with him now, waving the shaft of his cock back and forth like a joystick and smiling as she sat upright. “Would you like to have her? I can make that happen.”
Spike’s eyes darted between the dark princess and the floor, unsure of what to do or where to look. Her words excited him again, causing his heart to beat thunderously against his chest. “Wh-What do you mean?”
Her smile widened. She raised a hand, pressing her fingers to her thumb. With a snap, Twilight appeared in the center of his bedroom in a flash of red mist.
Twilight looked dazed as she gripped onto her night shirt. She wore nothing underneath and stumbled forward. Then, she looked straight at him, and her eyes widened. “Spike, what’s going on? Who is tha-“
A red mist surrounded her mouth, silencing her as she fell to her knees with her wrists also bound behind her back.
Spike shook his head and stepped back, freeing himself from Mallory’s grasp. “What are you doing? Stop that! Let her go!”
He was about to lunge at the dark princess when she rose from the bed and approached Twilight, whose eyes were wide and full of anger. Mallory knelt beside her and caressed her cheek. “I’m sorry to interrupt your rest, Princess, but I think you’ll find this rewarding.”
The dragon could only watch as Mallory removed what little clothes Twilight was wearing, pulling the gown back over her shoulders and exposing her naked body. Twilight squirmed in protest, but only muffled noises came out.
His hands balled into fists. “Let her go… right… now…”
Mallory beamed at him. With two hands, she groped Twilight’s breasts and with another, she beckoned him to come closer with the pull of a finger. “She wants you too. Did you know that, Spike? I’d wager her lust for you is greater than yours is for her, and I can prove it.”
With a wave of her hand, the red mist surrounding Twilight’s mouth and hands dissipated. She didn’t move or make a sound.
No longer did she resist Mallory’s touch either as the dark princess leaned into her neck, brushing her lips against her ear. “Go on, Princess Twilight… Tell Spike the truth, or deny me.”
To Spike’s amazement, he saw a different look in Twilight’s eyes. Her shoulders sagged, and she let out an exhausted breath.
“I… I have… Ever since we first came to Ponyville all those years ago. You’ve only matured and grown into a great young dragon since then…” Without encouragement from Mallory, she moved closer on her hands and knees until she knelt before him, his erect cock pointed directly at her face. “She’s right. I do want you, Spike, if you’ll have me…”
Then, Twilight took hold of his cock, and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe it was happening, even as he looked down at her. Her hands were a lot smaller than Mallory’s, but that didn’t matter to him. Gently, he placed a hand on top of her head, at the base of her horn, and Twilight swooned.
With his cock in both hands, she began to stroke while bringing the tip closer to her mouth. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
Spike nodded meekly. His entire face felt hot, but he didn’t say a word as Twilight opened her mouth and swallowed the tip of his cock whole. Warmth and saliva enveloped him, and her head bobbed up and down as her lips moved tightly along the surface of his throbbing member.
Across the room, Mallory had undressed, letting her crimson dress fall to the floor. She raised her arms high above her head and stretched her body as though she had just awoken from a deep sleep.
Now that she was naked, Spike noticed more details on her body. Dark purple tattoos were engraved across her chest and down her midriff, seemingly channeling his gaze towards her bare vagina, a deep and narrow slit now dripping a clear liquid in anticipation. Then, there was her cutiemark. It resembled a valentine, a deep purple like her tattoos, except the heart was upside down.
Spike understood immediately. Mallory was the princess of lust, the opposite of love.
Her proportions looked even more exaggerated now that they were no longer confined to her dress. She moved to the bed, watching them with every step. Then, she began to play with herself, pushing her fingers into her own slit while squeezing her giant breasts. “That’s it, Twilight… Take it all. Show our dear Spike how much you really want it…”
Twilight grabbed his sides with both hands and lunged forward, taking his cock into the back of her throat until her snout pressed against his stomach. She coughed and gagged but didn’t relent, dripping saliva from the corners of her mouth.
Spike stumbled backwards into the bed, falling back as his calves hit the post, and his head feel right into Mallory’s lap. Twilight was on him in an instant, eager to get his cock back into her mouth, but Mallory stopped her with a show of pause from her hand. “I think it’s my turn, little princess.”
The giantess looked down at him and grinned. With a wink from her eye, she began to shift her body, and she threw her leg over his head so that her dripping slit appeared above him and his cock twitched beneath her head. “Watching you work was impressive, but you are a mere novice. What Spike wants is a mare who can truly provide for him.”
From his back, he could see the frustrated expression on Twilight’s face. She looked hot and flustered, her face bright red. “That… That’s not for you to say! That is Spike’s decision!”
Mallory didn’t seem to care for what she had to say, because moments later, Spike’s cock was locked inside of her mouth, all the way down to the bulging knot at the base of the shaft. The dark princess swallowed the knot with ease, far surpassing the efforts made by Twilight. Her lips formed a perfect seal around his cock, sucking on him passionately while her forked tongue slithered up and down the shaft inside her mouth.
Spike couldn’t begin to describe how good it felt. His fingers gripped onto the bed sheets as his groin churned and twisted. Before he knew it, a dizzying wave came over him. He breathed heavily as several thick spurts of semen fired from the tip of his cock, directly into Mallory’s throat. Her lips remained sealed around the base of his knot throughout the orgasm, taking load after load until, like Twilight, she too began to gag.
After what felt like an eternity of blissful climax, Mallory rose her head and sat on his beside him. She made a motion with her hand, signaling for Twilight to join them on the bed as she swallowed what cum remained. “Now you, little princess. Mount him.”
Twilight scowled at her. “I don’t take orders from you. I’ll only do what Spike tells me.” Her glare then softened as she turned to face him. “Well, Spike? Do you want to take this further? I can do better this time, I promise.”
Spike’s cheeks turned red as he looked into her eyes, and he nodded his head. “Yes…”
Grinning from ear to ear, Twilight climbed onto the bed. She clumsily threw one leg over the side of his waist, straddling him with the tip of his clock probing her bare slit. Her entire body shuddered as she braced herself.
To his side, Mallory chuckled. “This will be good, I can tell.”
Twilight ignored her, lowering her body slowly as she impaled herself on Spike’s cock. She grimaced, and tears rolled down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t stop until the lips of her opening touched the knot.
Spike moaned aloud. The feeling was warm and wet, but much tighter than the mouths he experienced before, and far more slippery. After balancing herself, Twilight began to move, bouncing up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her with greater ease than the first time.
He had dreamed of this very moment before, of Twilight ridding his cock like a nympho in full heat. Now that it was happening, he only wanted more.
Twilight’s breasts bounced in every direction as she forced herself upon him again and again. Spike wanted to feel them, but before he could, Mallory appeared in his vision, her face close to his as her hands cupped his cheeks.
“You haven’t forgotten about me, have you?” Then, she pulled him into a deep kiss, pressing her mouth against his, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Her leg swung over his side, and she straddled him as her many arms closed in around him.
Spike could feel her slippery wet slit rubbing against his stomach. Her size and weight were great upon him, and her massive breasts flattened like great balls of dough against his chest and shoulders. He instinctively threw his arms around her. His hands could not touch around her back, but he held on as tight as he could manage. Then, he returned the force of her kiss.
Having little experience of his own, he mirrored her actions, opening and closing his lips while pressing into hers. As her tongue entered his mouth, he did the same in a dance for oral supremacy.
His own heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out all other sounds. He could hear Twilight’s cries though as she orgasmed intensely. His attention, however, was on Mallory. All he could think about was the dark princess in his arms. She twirled in his thoughts like her tongue twirled in his mouth.
Then, she let out a muffled moan, for the first time distracting Spike from their kiss. Both of them stopped, both looking at each other with equal surprise.
Mallory panted heavily. “Wha… What was… Did you feel that?”
Spike wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Twilight had fallen to her side. She was knocked out after her powerful orgasm, so all Spike could feel was the weight of Mallory crushing down upon him. In answer to her question, he shrugged his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”
She looked disturbed, maybe even panicked. Her chest heaved with every breath. “I am not sure, but I think I liked that kiss, Spike…”
Something clicked inside the young dragon’s heart, like the day he discovered greed. It was as though a switch had flipped. A primal urge had been turned on, and the switch snapped in two.
Spike sat up, and with all his might, he pushed Mallory to the side, flipping the princess onto her back. “Ah! Spike, what are you- Ah!”
The entire bed groaned, but the posts held. Before she could say a word, he moved between her legs. His snout brushed against her swollen vulva. His mind filled with a slew of new sensations. The smell was thick and strong, and the taste was tangy.
Mallory squirmed and kicked, but he managed to hold her legs down. “Sp-Spike! You cannot! No one has dared to-“
Spike dived into her slit, sloppily kissing her soaking wet folds as though he were kissing her mouth. Mallory’s back arched and she cried out. Each of her four arms were outstretched across the bed, her nails digging into the mattress like claws. Like he had done with her mouth, the dragon slipped his tongue into her slit and flicked her labia, causing her to scream his name.
He couldn’t see Twilight, but he could here her drowsy chuckle and knew that she was watching. “That ought to show her…”
The dragon licked tenaciously at Mallory’s folds, lapping up her secretions like a feral beast. It drove her wild, sending the dark mare into a frenzy as she bucked and kicked. Then, her body shook violently for several seconds as she climaxed, but Spike didn’t relent.
Like a serpent, he slithered up her body, kissing her stomach and breasts along the way until his cock breached the outer walls of her slit. Still distraught from her previous orgasm, Mallory made no attempt to stop him from penetrating her. Spike positioned himself on top of her, staring directly into her glowing eyes, now stained with tears. Her lips moved, muttering something he could not understand, but his resolve was set.
“I… gave you… her…”
“I want you…”
Spike pushed his cock into the giant mare, burying the shaft in its entirety. Her red pupils dilated, and a sharp gasp escaped her quivering mouth as he pierced her womb.
Her lips parted. “Oh, Spike…”
Then, all four of her arms wrapped around his body like dark tendrils, pulling him in close to her body and his lips into hers.
Spike allowed his hips to shift. His body moved on its own, pulling his cock back out past her folds before driving it back inside. Again and again, he pierced her labia and drilled into her prenatal chamber. Her inner walls were tight, refusing to give way to the girth of his shaft, but that hardly stopped him.
Mallory squeezed her arms around him, pulling his head into her neck as she moaned aloud into his ear. He struggled to breathe with her hair in his face, but that didn’t slow him down for an instant. Amidst the gasps and cries of pleasure, Spike made out a few words that hissed from her teeth like escaping steam.
“If you dare stop… I will kill you…”
His pace quickened at her threat. Whether or not she was sincere, he couldn’t tell, but even in his primal state of mind, he knew going against her wishes was a mistake. In that moment, on that bed, she was all that mattered to him. Everything else faded into the dark corners of the room. Only their faces and little of their bodies were illuminated by the red glow from her eyes.
Spike bored into her, and he felt a twisting sensation in his chest. As he pushed himself up and out of the thicket of Mallory’s hair, he noticed her staring back at him, her eyes open wide.
“I felt it too… Switch with me.”
Confused, Spike remained motionless, silently hoping she wouldn’t punish him for that. “What are you talking about?”
Instead of an answer, she pushed with three of her hands planted into his chest, lifting him off of her and tossing him onto his side. From his back, Spike caught a glimpse of Twilight sitting on the floor as she watched them intently. The dragon now truly feared he done something to upset her. The giant mare could strike him with any of her four arms, but no retribution came.
Instead, Mallory mounted him, lowering herself swiftly onto his cock with a loud bellow of exhaustion, the length of the shaft resting tightly between her folds. With her back to the room, she outstretched her wings, allowing Spike to see them in their entirety. They were like great sails on a ship, dark red and crowned with talons the size of kitchen knives.
Her lips curled into a devious grin. “You excite me, Spike. In all my millennia of debauchery, no beast, pony, or other creature that walks, swims, or flies has ever made me feel so… desired.”
Spike couldn’t help grinning. His heart flipped in his chest. He did desire her, more than anyone he’d ever wanted before.
Then, she leaned forward, lowering her face to his. The princess of lust kissed him on the lips. It wasn’t forceful or driven, but slow and firm. Each of her arms came down around him like four pillars of stone forming a cage, and in that cage, she kissed his lips a second time.
“Thank you… for letting me out…” Mallory rose back up to her full height, shifting her hips along the way. “Now, let’s finish what we started. I am so very close, and your phallus is just what I need to get me there.”
Spike was flat on his back, his head comfortably elevated by a pillow, and an ancient demon sat poised to have her way with him. “Um… Mallory? Is there… anything you want me to do?”
The dark princess reared her head back and laughed. Her whole body shook as she wiped a finger along her tear-stained cheeks. “My little dragon still wishes to please me? No, Spike… Just… be still, and let me take care of us both.”
She raised herself up slightly, and with one hand holding his cock upright, she fell and pierced herself on the member. Spike took in a deep breath as her womb consumed him. It squeezed and massaged the pleasure sensors of his shaft, especially just beneath the tip. It seemed to move like it had a mind of its own, or that Mallory could exert a greater degree of control over her vulva than other mares.
Mallory brought herself down upon the engorged knot dominating the base of his cock but failed to take it inside of her. She scowled, baring her teeth, and brought herself down a second time. With greater force, she impaled herself with the full extent of his member, effectively locking the knot inside of her.
“That’s… different…” Her breath was shaky as she struggled to compose herself.
Unsure of what to do with his hands, Spike laid them gently on her thighs. “Are you okay?”
The look of frustration she had was replaced by a wicked smile. “I’ve never been better, Spike. I cannot recall the taste or feel of dragon, but your size has exceeded my expectations!”
With their genitals locked together, Mallory’s inner walls pressed harder and harder together, even forming rippling waves that seemed to coax an orgasm out of him. Spike was certain now that this was an ability unique to her. “Mmm- Mal…”
She held a finger to his lips. “Don’t… I can feel it too…” Her breaths became deep, and her voice grew raspy, like she was dehydrated. “I can… I’m…”
By the look of confusion on her face, Spike could tell that she’d never been rendered speechless by sex. He could only conclude that her body was on auto-pilot, just like his. His hands moved up her thighs, along her smooth, toned abdomen, and arrived at her breasts. Mallory made no objections as he groped her giant mounds of flesh, squeezing them tightly between his fingers.
She swooned at his touch, and her walls seemed to move harder in response, massaging his cock in ways that didn’t seem possible.
“Sp-Spike! I’m-“
Her words came too late as achieved her orgasm. Doubling over, the dark princess exhaled deeply, and her entire body shook with vigor. Two of her hands were planted firmly on Spike’s chest crushing the wind from his lungs.
As the walls of her vulva slammed together, Spike released what he had been holding back since he first laid his hands on that cursed book. With his cock knotted inside of the princess, he fired a barrage of thick streams of semen directly into her womb. Her walls squeezed him even tighter, coaxing every last drop out of the tip of his member.
The dragon was utterly drained, physically and mentally. He gasped for air as Mallory finally lifted herself off of his chest. When she unhitched herself from his cock, it fell clumsily to the side, glistening in the light from the moon and her eyes.
In his state of weakness, she seemed to find strength. Mallory looked renewed, full of energy and life. She dipped a pair of her own fingers into her folds, marking them with white, creamy fluids. Then, she brought them up to her mouth and licked them clean.
Twilight was by his side now, running her fingers along the green spines on top of his head. She said something to him, but Spike couldn’t hear it. All he could focus on was Mallory as she stood tall over him in the center of the bed. Her eyes burned bright red, and her pearly fangs dripped with malice. Twilight seemed to be putting herself between him and the dark princess, raising her hands up as if to tell her to stop.
Spike couldn’t hear any of it, just the pulsating in his own ears, but the evil grin on Mallory’s face faded, and she vanished in a flash of red light. His vision turned blurry, but he saw the diary in Twilight’s hand. That’s when Spike blacked out.
Spike found himself in his own room, however, it didn’t feel familiar. Outside the windows, there was nothing. In place of Ponyville and the Equestrian countryside was a black void. He walked from his bed to the door and opened it. The corridor outside of his room was also dark and uninviting.
“Going already? Why don’t you stay with me, Spike?”
The dragon flinched and turned quickly to find Mallory sitting on the edge of his bed. The dark princess was still naked, but her legs were crossed in front of her. She patted a place on the mattress beside her, beckoning him to join her.
He glared at her, beginning to remember what had happened the night before. All of his positive feelings towards her were gone, replaced by resentment and mistrust. “Why are you here?”
Mallory raised an eyebrow. “I… Well, forgive me, Spike, but I thought this place was a source of comfort for you. If you’re not happy here, I could easily remedy that.”
Her words clicked in his mind. The room was an illusion. That’s why it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t really his room.
“Oh. I’m still asleep.” Spike rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, and his eyes turned to the nightstand beside his bed, where the diary should have been. “Twilight put you back inside that book…”
He braced himself to repeat his question, which had gone unanswered. “Why… are you here?”
Mallory frowned, and her eyes fell to the floor beneath her feet. “We share a special bond now, Spike. When our bodies connected, I might have gotten carried away, and something else happened…” She let out a long sigh as her gaze rose to meet his. “I wanted to apologize to you, Spike. If I cannot do that in person, then perhaps this will suffice.”
Spike shook his head. “What? Why? If it’s about what you did to Twilight, you should be apologizing to her, not me.”
The tall mare extended a hand, biting her lower lip in anticipation as she waited for him to take it. Reluctantly, Spike placed his hand in hers, and a second hand clasped over his. “When our bodies were joined through lust, I felt something else for you, Spike, something that frightened me. After your seed filled me with strength, I really was going to hurt you and Princess Twilight in order to escape. Your friend did the right thing by protecting you from me.”
The dragon slowly retracted his hand, pulling it free from her grasp, but he kept his eyes fixed on hers. “What do you mean you were frightened? What were you afraid of?”
Mallory looked deflated, as though saying the words physically pained her. “Can you not tell? I was afraid, because I think… I might have fallen in love with you…”
***
Spike awoke with a start. His forehead beaded with sweat, and his chest rose and fell quickly as he gasped for air. Mallory’s words echoed in his head like the bells ringing above Ponyville’s town hall. He sat upright in his bed and was greeted by a stream of morning light flooding in from the windows. There was no mistake that his surroundings were real.
He fell clumsily from his bed and threw on a set of clean clothes. His nose twitched at the smell of something arousing, breakfast. After the ordeal he suffered at the hands of Mallory, Spike’s groaning stomach reminded him of just how hungry he truly was.
Dressed well enough for the privacy of his own home, he emerged from his room and walked down the corridor as briskly as he dared to avoid straining his sore muscles. Spike neared the kitchen and the smell of food strengthened. Upon arrival, he looked into the kitchen and saw Twilight standing over the stove top, wearing little but her night gown. With one hand gripping a frying pan, she flipped pancakes with a skillful flick of her wrist.
It smelled heavenly.
Spike cleared his throat softly. “Um… Hey, Twilight…” Despite what they had done together, Spike didn’t want to presume their relationship was anything other than normal.
Twilight looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Oh, hey! I was just about to come and see if you were awake.”
She turned the pilot off and stacked the fresh pancake on top of the rest. There was about twenty in total, fluffy and cooked to a golden brown color. Spike took a seat at the island in the center of the kitchen while Twilight brought the pancakes and a pair of clean plates before sitting across from him.
The dragon’s mouth salivated at the sight and smell of it all. “You’ve been busy.”
The princess grinned at him as she pushed the pancakes a little closer. “Dig in, Spike. You can have all you want. I only need a couple anyway.” She had already stacked two onto her plate and begun to chew thoughtfully on a bite dressed lightly in syrup. “After what you did last night, I figured you must be starving.”
Her words cause Spike to recoil as he reached for his breakfast. Part of him wanted to move on from that episode and forget it ever happened, but he knew that was impossible. “Twi, I’m so sorry…”
Twilight reached across the table and placed a gentle hand on top of his as a reassuring smile crept across her face. “Don’t be. That Malicorn Princess might be twisted and evil, but she was right about me. I needed that… No- I wanted it. I consented, Spike. Did you?”
Spike thought about it. Mallory had been coaxing both of them into sex, but the choice was ultimately his. “Yeah…”
Twilight chuckled and leaned across the table, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Then everything is alright between us, so don’t worry.”
As her saliva, and syrup, lingered on his cheek, he suddenly remembered his dream. The dragon had been so focused on his stomach that he forgot to bring it up. “Twilight, where’s the diary?”
The princess paused mid-chew and swallowed before reaching under her gown and revealing the little red book. “Don’t worry about that either, Spike. She’s not going anywhere in a hurry.”
Spike shook his head. “I talked to her last night, Twi. She… kind of appeared in my dream. It was weird, but Mallory said she wanted to apologize to us for what she did.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow at him, completely unaware of the parts of his dream that he omitted, the parts where Mallory proclaimed her love for him. She looked back and forth between him and the diary. “How is that possible? She shouldn’t be able to do anything in this state, even a Malicorn as powerful as her.”
There it was again, that word ‘Malicorn’. Spike Mallory had introduced herself as the Malicorn Princess of Lust, and Twilight had called her that too. “What do you mean, Twilight? What do you know about Malicorns?”
The princess set the diary on the surface of the island and shook her head with a huff. “Not much… I had never even heard of them until Celestia made me into an Alicorn. She called them ‘demons of the ancient world’. They’ve been around a lot longer than Alicorns, and they thrive on chaos.”
Spike was noticeably more aware of his proximity to the book. None of what she said sounded good. “Are… they all evil?”
Twilight actually managed a weak laugh. “Well, I didn’t know about the existence of Malicorns until Celestia told me about them, but we’ve been friends with one a lot longer than that. Discord.”
His jaw fell. “Discord is one of them? He’s a… Well, I guess that explains a lot, him thriving on chaos and all…” The longer Spike thought about it, the more it made sense.
Then, his mind sparked with the illumination of an idea. “Twilight, I think we should let her out.”
The princess was clutching the diary tightly in an instant. “No. That’s not going to happen. This book is going back to Canterlot where it can be properly locked away.”
“Twilight, please Just hear me out.” Spike reached for the diary only for her to move it further from his reach. “Mallory told me she wants to make amends. You gave Discord a second chance. Why shouldn’t Mallory have one?”
Twilight frowned, and her gaze fell to her plate. “To be honest, I was against setting Discord free too… but you’re right.” She crumbled. Placing the diary back onto the table, she carefully pushed it towards Spike. “I don’t trust her, but I trust you.”
He placed his hands on the cover of the book. It seemed to purr at his touch. “I’ll be careful with her, Twi. I promise.”
A sly, knowing grin crossed her lips. “That’s not what I’m worried about. It’s her being careful with you that concerns me. We’ve both seen firsthand what she’s capable of in bed.”
Spike’s cheeks turned red. He could feel his entire face burning hot. “That’s not what I…” He quietly wondered if Twilight suspected his alterier motives. He had to know for sure if Mallory was actually telling the truth about her feelings for him. “Nevermind… Let’s Just finish our breakfast…”
***
Spike and Twilight ate in silence until all twenty of the pancakes were gone. She ended up eating one extra, and the dragon finished the rest like a glutton. Afterwards, he retreated to his room with Twilight hot on his heels and the diary in his hands. Naturally, she wanted to watch him set Mallory loose and make sure he didn’t get hurt.
Together, they slipped into his room, and he closed the door behind them. “Alright, Spike… Go ahead.”
It wasn’t until he placed the diary on his bed that he realized he didn’t actually know how to summon Mallory. He’d done it before, but it was entirely by accident.
He tried to picture the dark princess in his mind. Standing before him, she would tower above him like a monolith. Four great arms would protrude from her shoulders, each stretching towards him in an embrace. He saw her naked body, sleek and curvy with wide hips and large, plump breasts, and finally, he saw her glowing red eyes and the crown of antlers on top of her head.
With his eyes closed, focusing on her, he let out a long breath, and on the edge of his breath followed her name. “Mallory…”
After a moment of silence, he glanced at the diary. Unsurprisingly, the inanimate object hadn’t moved on its own.
Spike groaned and fell onto the bed in a frustrated heap. He took up the diary in his hand and began to flip through the blank pages. “Hm… This is just like the story of my love life…”
He chuckled at his own, sad joke, but that came to a screeching halt when he flipped to a page bearing three words.
Lust is Key
Spike flipped forwards and backwards. He’d been through the pages of the diary at least twice and he’d never seen a single word until now. “Lust is Key? Lust is the key?”
He thought back to the night before. Just before Mallory appeared in his room, he was drifting off to sleep, but at the same time, he was horny. He had been thinking about his friends, all of the lovely mares in his life, and how much he wanted to have sex with them. Then, the diary’s hint clicked.
“Lust is the key…”
Spike turned to face Twilight. His heart pounded against his chest as his body moved before his mind could react. Then, he took her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth.
Twilight stumbled backwards as they made out, pulling him with her until he pressed her into the wall. Between the moments their lips made contact, she gasped for air. “Spike! What are you-“
His hands slipped under her night gown. Only her tender body was underneath. Spike moved his fingers up Twilight’s stomach and grabbed bare breasts. “Let’s do it again, Twi… I want to fuck you right now. It’s the only way to bring Mallory back.”
The princess was breathing heavily. He could feel her heart rushing as he squeezed her boobs. “Okay, Spike… Let’s do it, then.”
To Spike’s surprise, she reached for his pants first and unbuttoned them with her nimble fingers. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she was some kind of sexual prodigy.
His pants fell to his ankles, and Twilight took his cock in her hand. Now, she was on the offensive. “Get to the bed… I’ll take care of the rest.”
The two of them shuffled across the floor, his arms wrapped around her back as they traded saliva back and forth. Along the way, Spike managed to kick his feet clear of his fallen pants just before Twilight shoved him onto his bed. Standing at the end of the bed, the purple princess took a moment to strip naked, smiling the entire time as though she were pleased to have him watch her.
On his back, held up only slightly by his arms, Spike felt vulnerable as Twilight crawled on top of him. He could feel her hot breath against his neck. Then, her fingers curled tightly around the shaft of his cock. “I’ll make you feel good, Spike… That’s the way we free Mallory, right?”
To be honest, Spike was only guessing. It was his best guess, but that’s all it was. Still, he was on the verge of having sex with Twilight, so he nodded his head. “That’s what the book said. Lust is the key…”
Twilight beamed at him. “Well… I’m dripping wet, and you’re hard as stone… I’d say there’s a lot of lust between us.”
She began to stroke his cock, running her closed fist up and down the thick shaft. Spike’s heart beat faster in his chest. “You… You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
He winced as Twilight squeezed his knot hard and shot him a stern look. “It’s rude to make fun of the mare jerking you off, Spike.”
The dragon‘s face turned red. “Sorry… I didn’t mean-“
Then, a sly grin crept along her lips, and she burst out laughing. “I’m only messing with you! You’re so serious.” Her smile changed, softening and growing more sincere. “You’re also kind, and gentle, and loving… I asked myself over and over again why I agreed to have sex with you last night, and I’ve just answered my own question.”
Stroking him faster than before, she leaned in close and kissed him on the lips.
Spike’s heart beat faster, and he closed his eyes as the kiss deepened. He focused on only the feelings of her mouth, her lips brushing against his, and her tongue sliding tenderly past his. Then, he heard her moan, the sounds muffled by their kiss, and he opened his eyes.
A pair of large, ash-colored arms circled around Twilight’s torso, their hands clutching onto her breasts. Then came a sultry voice from behind her. “There’s power in desire. Can you feel it, Spike? When you hold the key to someone’s desire, you hold a special kind of power over their heart, for better or worse…”
He looked up and saw her looming over them, the dark princess. “Mallory…”
The tall mare smiled at him, her eyes flashing red. “I knew you could do it, Spike. With the help of your friend, of course…”
Twilight scowled at the Malicorn and slapped at her hands. “Let go of me… If you don’t mind, Spike and I were in the middle of something.”
Mallory’s eyes widened as she recoiled. She looked surprised by Twilight’s tenacity. “I… Oh…” Her gaze shifted back and forth between Spike and Twilight. “Very well…”
She retreated from the bed, and Spike could see that she was as naked as she was the last time he saw her. Mallory eased herself into a tall chair opposite to the bed and crossed one leg over the other.
“I shall just observe then… for now.”
Spike felt a dangerous edge to the tone of her voice and her body looked tense. He wondered if she might become a threat at any second, but she made no moves after sitting down. Instead, she watched them, just as she said she would.
Twilight must not have shared his worries, because she turned her back to Mallory and positioned herself over his groin as her lips curled into a smile. “Now, where we’re we?”
Spike stared down at Twilight, his heart fluttering as she smiled back up at him. He felt safe and warm in her arms as their bodies connected, but all the while a cold sting lingered on the back of his neck. He couldn’t very well see her over his shoulder, but he knew Mallory was sitting there, watching them. No doubt she was judging their performance too, being somewhat of an expert on the subject of sex.
Twilight drew her hand tenderly across his face, bringing his gaze back into hers. “Don’t think about her, Spike. Focus on me…”
“Right… Sorry.” Spike turned red with embarrassment. It was too easy for anyone to read his thoughts and emotions. He was like an open book. He never wished to insult Twilight, least of all while in the middle of having sex with her. With their audience, however, he couldn’t help feeling distracted.
He pushed his cock deep into Twilight’s tight hole, it’s inner walls making way to welcome his girth. Repeatedly, he plowed into her, harder and faster as he tried so very hard to focus on his dearest friend. He thought of her smile, her laughter, then her naked body, but his thoughts shifted again to Mallory.
Spike shook the demon princess from his mind to start again. He looked down at Twilight to refresh his mental image of her. She now had her arms thrown back behind her head, moaning and gasping with repetition as he hit her womb again and again. She was clearly enjoying herself, but he couldn’t focus on her. The look on her face was pure bliss, but her smile looked twisted, filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and her eyes burned red.
He blinked, and she was back to normal again. Before he had time to dwell on what he saw, there was a churning sensation in his groin.
Twilight’s entire body shuddered, and she locked her legs tightly around his rear end at the ankles while hitting her lower lip to suppress a scream. There was no warning when her orgasm hit, and her tightening walls only encouraged his. Spike didn’t try to hold anything back. With her leg lock preventing any kind of escape, the only place to move was forward. He buried his cock deep inside of the princess, and with a firm push, he knotted her and began pumping his semen into her womb.
After several moments of silence, minus the heavy breathing, the two of them collapsed into a heap. Spike laid motionless with his face just above her breasts while Twilight ran her fingers along his green spines. Their legs intertwined, and Spike placed the palm of his hand gently on her stomach. “Twilight… It’s not possible for a dragon to get a pony pregnant… Is it?”
The movements of her finger stopped at the word ‘pregnant’, and she let out a long sigh. “I don’t think a dragon and a pony have ever really tried, Spike… Though, it would be better to be safe than sorry.” She planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ill leave the two of you to work things out. You’ve been really good to me. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the rest.”
He didn’t want her to go, but her mind was set and her body in motion. Shifting over to the edge of the bed, she left a pool of fluids staining the sheets where she once sat.
Twilight looked back at them just before she reached the door. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
She offered him a subtle wink, and then, she was gone.
Spike sat upright and stretched his arms high above his head. His whole body was stiff, and his joints popped with every small movement. What he wanted desperately was a hot bath, but as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, he spotted the diary with its pages open, facedown on the floor. Hurriedly, he scooped it up and examined the open pages. They were blank.
“You know, I’m beginning to get the impression that she doesn’t like me.”
He closed the diary and placed it on the table beside him before shifting his gaze to Mallory, still sitting in her chair. “You didn’t exactly make a positive first impression yourself, Mallory. Twilight’s a really great mare, the greatest I’ve ever known. I’m sure you’d agree if you get to know her.”
The dark princess raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s that simple, is it? Twilight told you all about my kind, didn’t she? Malicorns and Alicorns haven't exactly gotten along over the past few thousand years.” Her eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a snarl. “Well, I’m beyond it all. I’ve made my apology for what I did to you and Princess Twilight. If you’re going to put me back, I won’t try to stop you. I only ask that you don’t take that wretched book back to Canterlot…”
Spike glanced at the diary, then back at her. “I didn’t mean… I wasn’t going to lock you away again. Twilight agreed to help me let you out as long as I… looked after you.”
Her glare softened immensely, and her eyes began to glow much brighter. “You mean to tell me I… can stay?”
He couldn’t help grinning at her reaction. Spike picked up the diary, weighing it in his hand. Then, with a flick from his wrist, he tossed it across the room towards Mallory. She flinched as the thing landed in her lap, letting out a high-pitched squeal, but nothing happened.
“Twilight told me I had to hold the diary in order to seal you inside of it. I want to trust you, Mal, more than anything.”
She looked speechless, shocked even. As she held the diary in her own hands, she mulled it over, running her fingers through its empty pages. Then, her lips formed a wide smile, and she tossed the diary back. “You can hold onto it, Spike. I’ve never liked that book, but I won’t disappoint you. Trust goes both ways, does it not?”
Spike clutched into the diary. He thought hard about where it would be best to put it. It had to be someplace he could always retrieve it if there was ever the need. Flipping through the old pages, he realized just how alike they were to the parchment scrolls he would send via magical fire. He almost always sent letters from Twilight to Celestia, but in theory, he could sent them anywhere he wanted. The dragon raised the diary to his snout while thinking of his previous room in the old tree. It seemed like another lifetime had passed since it burned to the ground, but it’s roots remained beneath the new palace.
He took a deep breath and blew green flames that consumed the red diary. Then, it was gone.
Mallory’s jaw was wide open. “Spike… How? That diary is indestructible… How did you-“
“I didn’t burn it.” Spike laughed at her reaction. “I just sent it away. I know where it is, but it’s a bit out of reach. We’re talking about trust, right?”
She leaned forward in the chair, clearly pleased by his response from the look in her face. “Well played, little dragon. What happens now?”
Spike shrugged. “I don’t know about you, but I’m drained, and I could really use a bath.”
Mallory’s lips curled into a devious smirk. “I can help you with that…”
Mallory exhausted a heavy sigh, having just seen the diary disappear before her very eyes. She didn’t know where it had gone, but it was indeed gone. At that point, she truly believed her new friend was not going to betray her.
For the first time in a number of years she couldn’t count, she was free from her prison. Yet, she was still bound to Spike. The dark princess wasn’t entirely sure if it was love or not, but the connection was still there. Love was an alien concept to her. Mallory had lived for thousands of years off of the lust and fear of her victims. She would take everything she could and dispose of the rest, never once caring about those she hurt. Lust was the embodiment of selfishness, but the way Spike treated her was almost entirely selfless when she had done nothing to deserve it.
She bit down gently on her finger while she mulled over these thoughts in her mind. All the while she watched as Spike tore the cum-stained sheets from his bed, presumably to wash them.
The heart in her chest, if there ever was such a thing, fluttered lightly as she stared at him. It beat at an escalating pace. Mallory wanted his attention, to be on his mind and her name to be spoken from his lips. She wanted to please him, and suddenly, the dark princess became jealous of his relationship with Princess Twilight.
Like the feeling of love, jealousy was brand new to her. It felt like a gut-wrenching mixture of frustration and anxiety, and Mallory hated it.
She had to gain his favor at all costs. Without hurting Twilight, of course. Mallory knew Spike would not forgive her for hurting Twilight. Then, she would never get the affection she desired. There had to be other ways, she thought, ways she could perhaps try to earn his trust and affection. Sex was a popular idea among the voices contemplating in her mind. Spike seemed easy to coax into a state of lust after all, but that wouldn’t get her what she really wanted. Sex had to be the means to her end goal, not the end itself.
What was her end goal? To date the young dragon, or something even greater? Mallory scoffed aloud at the idea. It must have been louder than she thought, because Spike glanced in her direction briefly.
“What?” Spike gestured to the growing pile of bed covers on the floor. “They’re filthy, and I don’t want to sleep in those tonight… Would you?”
Mallory felt embarrassed by her accidental outburst. Her cheeks turned as red as her eyes, but she couldn’t help responding in her usual, sultry manner. “Is that an invitation to your bed?”
She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips, but Spike responded with a sheepish chuckle, and she instantly felt better. “I… Well, I mean… There are a few spare rooms… You could stay anywhere you like.”
Mallory looked to the bed sheets. She raised a hand, and with a snap of her fingers, the sheets began to magically levitate. The cum-stains, wrinkles in the fabric, and all kinds of imperfections disappeared in seconds before the sheets fell neatly on the mattress.
To her delight, Spike looked impressed by her work. “Whoa… You’re sure you aren’t the Demon Princess of Laundry?”
Mallory beamed at him. She was thrilled that he was happy with her. “It’s… just something I picked up after so many sleepless nights.”
A new idea scratched at her thoughts. Only a few minutes ago, Spike had asked Twilight if it was possible for a dragon to impregnate a mare. Mallory too began to wonder the same thing.
