Chapter 3: Point Of No Return

----- “We like to consider ourselves as the masters of disguise, manipulation and mind-control. But what the caribou did in just a few hours to Equestria and The Crystal Empire was something not even us could hope to imitate.”

*Eleven second long pause*

“What I tried to do during the wedding of Shining Armor and Cadance took all of my effort and months of careful planning. And in the end I failed by the same reason that fucker of Dainn failed. He thought himself as invincible, but unlike me, he nearly was. Every attempt to end his miserable life always failed and every attack done by my changelings and the rebels to Canterlot ended in a crushing defeat. No matter what we tried to do he always was a step ahead....or so we thought.”

*Chuckle*

“It’s funny that I personally tried to forge an alliance with him a day after the Fall began. Barely escaped with my life. Once I was healed and safe I ordered my changelings to hide and continue to gather love for the future of our species. It was…….it was just a few weeks later when we noticed two things.”

*Hissing noises*

“The first was that the love we needed to survive was…..tainted and drained. Rotten, if you will. Panic ran among my subjects, we had just enough love to survive hidden for just one year. The second thing was something only I and a few of my best soldiers noticed. The dark influence in the air, that awful power that tried, and failed, to enter our bodies.”

*Thirty second long pause*

“A month into the Fall I grew desperate, so did my subjects, we had to find a way to run away from Equestria before our love reserves drained. I sent small elite groups to each and every border only for them to report the same thing. There was an almost invisible red barrier surrounding Equestria and The Crystal Empire, it didn’t allow anything to pass it, not even the caribou.”

*Sighing*

“But it was also growing at a slow but steady pace. That’s when I knew what that bastard of a King was trying to do. Make the entirety of Equis his personal playground. And it also meant we were trapped inside Equestria.”

*Angry snarling*

“I never liked the ponies, or any other races for that matter, but once I began to hear…...and see what the caribou were doing to them…….how they……..turned them, males and females alike…….into…..that.”

*Ten second long pause*

“My changelings and I did something we only do in extreme cases, we united our minds together to build a consensus. A few minutes later we reached a consensus.”

-What was it, queen Chrysalis?-

“A pointless question given what already happened, but I’ll humor you. We decided to fight against the caribou for our survival……..and the freedom of all those under their regime.”

-Why put yourselves in such a risk?-

“We, as changelings, are seen as monsters for what we must do in order to survive and live. We owe nothing to any other race, not even our mercy. But seeing…..and feeling what was happening around us we knew we couldn’t hide in the shadows anymore. At some time we had to fight them anyways, why not then?”

*Strained laugh*

“The caribou were a very seclusive race, even more than us, to the point where no other race had the slightless idea what they did inside Hraljord, their small country. Not even the Cervidae, their cousin race. Their attack was flawless and perfect. Dainn defeated Celestia, Luna, Twilight and Cadance almost on his own. And yet it was driven by two major factors.”

*Chair shifting*

-What were those factors?-

“Ask Spike, if you dare that is.”-----

-------Queen Chrysalis (‘The Liberator’) of the Changeling Race, Report on the Caribou------

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------“The first time I ever saw Spike was when he was a very little, and very cute if I say so myself, hatchling. Celestia had brought him along with her because he had refused to leave her side, even during our meeting. Thankfully he was asleep. Have you ever heard a crying dragon hatchling?”

-Can’t say I have-

*Giggling*

“The second time I saw him was during a visit my then husband and I did to Equestria in that lovely town of Ponyville, the spectacles were amazing and the fireworks even more so! He was still so little and cute!”

*Cheerful laughter*

“The third time was during the Equestria Games. Let’s just leave it like that, shall we?”

-Of course-

“The fourth time was three weeks after the barrier fell.”

*Fifteen second long pause*

“Four months earlier we began to exchange messages between us, to coordinate our attacks. It was good to hear of Celestia’s adoptive son again, even if some information about him was, at the time, doubtful. Chrysalis vouching for him surely helped to convince me.”

-Pardon me, Empress. But I thought the barrier didn’t allowed anything solid or magical to trespass it, how did you exchange messages then?-

“Oh, Chrysalis and I already had a secret location that moved along with the barrier and a few of our soldiers guarding it. Every day they would check if he or I had new messages for the other. We would write a letter, give it to our most trusted messenger to meet with said guards and then show the letter to the guards on the other side. One of the other guards would copy it’s contents before showing it back to the messenger to make sure everything was in order.”

“Then the other guard would deliver the letter to him or to me depending on whom sent it. Very rudimental but it worked like a charm. Oh, and to make sure it was indeed us we always used a secret word that only Celestia knew hidden somewhere inside the message. But enough of that, let’s return to our original topic.”

*Twelve second long pause*

“When I saw him…..I…..I didn’t know what to expect. When I saw him I was…..afraid.”

-Afraid?-

“There was something about him that felt…...wrong. It wasn’t his power or his his attitude, but his eyes. Eyes that told of a great sadness only surpassed by hate and fear. It was in Ponyville, or rather what was left of it, when we met in person. The moment our eyes met I felt like he would rip me apart and eat what was left while I was still alive. Strange feeling is it not?”

*Sniffle*

“I saw the eyes of a true monster. A monster forged by the caribou. The survivors that fled to Hraljord called him The Reaper, an appropriate title given the fact of what he did to them.”

-Empress, if this is too hard for you, we can stop for now.-

“I did not asked for your opinion on the matter, guard. I will stop when I decide to stop. ”

*Seventeen second long pause*

“But a second later I felt safe and secure, almost like he would protect me to his dying breath. And I also felt pity for the secrets he held inside him, secrets he never shared in his letters or to us during his report.”

*Sniffle*

“As he showed me around his encampment I could see the remains of the horrors the caribou had done. I heard the tales of soldiers, equestrian, changeling and my own told…..and I weeped. I weeped for leaving Celestia, Luna and Cadance in their time of need. I weeped for Discord and Shining Armor, for what what they were forced to do. I weeped for Twilight Sparkle and her friends.”

*Six second long pause*

“And I cried for Spike when he told me he was going after the caribou to their own homeland, in his words ‘To lay justice upon them’.”

*Sniffle*

“Dainn was a demon in every way imaginable and beyond. But Spike? Spike is a monster. A monster Dainn created. A monster that cried out for caribou blood.”

*Ten second long pause*

“And blood he claimed a plenty.”------

------Empress Shifting Sands of Saddle Arabia, Report on Spike Solaris ‘The Dragon’, ‘The Reaper’, ‘The Lightbringer’.------

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*Ponyville, Two years and seven months into the Fall, Castle of Spike*

Spike sat on his throne while two red collar unicorn mares, with their arms bonded behind their backs, greedily sucked and licked his dragon cock. Both of them moaned every time they took a gasp of air, while the low humming of multiple small vibrators stuck inside their assholes and pussies echoed all over the room.

The mares had their eyes covered by a black leather blind-fold, which made them moan in pleasure the moment the dragon grabbed the back of their heads, gently petting their manes. The one in the right suddenly felt the hand of the dragon shift position to grab the right side of her head, a moment later his other hand pressed against her left side before he pushed her head forward roughly. Effectively forcing her to deepthroat him.

The mare on the left groaned in disappointment as the gagging noises of her comrade reached her ears. A few moments later she heard her comrade cough and gasp desperately for air, she opened her mouth wide in response, her tongue hanging out as much as she could just before the dragon grabbed and rock her head back and forth, forcing her to deepthroat him in the same manner as with her companion.

She heard him groan and began to suck as hard as she could, moving her head on her own accord desperately despite the dragon’s effort to rock her on his own. A moment later he slammed her head against his pelvis until his entire dick was inside her mouth and throat, her muzzle and lips touching his scales. The mare moaned as much as she could at the same time an orgasm surged through her entire body. Her whole body trembled while squirting out her juices.

A second later she felt the dragon pull back just enough to let his first wave of cum hit the back of her mouth. The mare began to suck on greedily on the cock while it spurted wave after wave of warm, sticky and hearty dragon cum.

After his orgasm ended Spike pulled the mare’s head gently away from his still hard dick. The mare sucked and lapped at it almost like begging for more of his cum, refusing to let go of his cock until she got more. Finally the mare couldn’t fight the superior strength of the dragon and released the tip of his cock in a loud ‘pop’.

Almost instantly the other mare latched herself to his cock, hungry for a dose of cum for her own delight.

“Bitch, stop,” Spike said in a neutral but authoritarian tone. The mare stopped and kneeled in front of him, the other one did the same albeit shakily and panting heavily. A few strands of cum still clinging inside her open mouth.

“As you can see, mister Hard Press, in just two days your pets are now properly trained. Obedient, stupid and eager to please. Just like a true female should,” Spike said as his cock retreated behind his scales.

“Your reputation certainly do you no justice, Lord Spike!” a minotaur dressed in a fancy suit said just a few meters in front of him. “I went through every damn female handler in Manehattan without real results. I should’ve listened to my friends earlier before, your services are worth every coin,” the minotaur said before clapping his hands together. A moment later a black collar buffalo mare wearing work bars on both her arms and legs, and an oversized dildo sticking out of her ass, crawled dragging a great bag of bits, or coins as they were renamed, with her mouth.

She crawled her way until she reached Spike, looked up and presented the bag of bits to him. Spike whistled making a black collar blue coat pegasus filly come walking behind his throne, the filly took the bag with her tiny hands and dragged the bag away, grunting as she did so back to where she had come from.

“My friends also told me of your unusual methods to handle pets and the way you treat black collar sluts.” he looked down to see his two unicorn pets licking his pant covered crotch, he haven’t even noticed them moving. “But I won’t argue with the results, Lord Spike. You must have a secret for your success, could you tell me what is it?”

Kill Dainn and make the caribou pay for what they’ve done. Spike smiled at the thought. “Just trying to do my part for male supremacy in the service of our great King.”

Hard Press grunted but smiled nonetheless, he looked down to the buffalo mare that was crawling her back to him. “Want this bitch?” he asked pointing down at the mare. The mare looked up to the minotaur for a second before looking back at Spike, almost pleadingly.

“Are you sure?” Spike asked as Hard Press used a key to free the two unicorn mares from their restraints and put on a leash on their collars. “I wouldn’t mind having another black collar bitch pet, I sorta have a collection of them and another buffalo sow would do nicely.”

“Of course.” Hard Press said standing up again, a leash on each hand. “That fucking retard can’t suck dick for shit, but her snatch is quite tight, though. I hope that’s not a problem.”

“Don’t worry, if she gives me too much trouble I can always send her to a dirt farm, put her on the stocks or get her ass blanked,” Spike smiled wickedly at the buffalo mare, who in turn just trembled where she was.

“Well then, farewell my good sir, it was good doing business with you,” Hard Press said turning to leave.

“The pleasure will be all yours, sir,” Spike said waiting a few seconds for the distant front gates of his castle to be closed by two black collar earth pony mares. After a minute or so he whistled again making several black collar females came out from nearby corridors carrying this or that, cleaning floors or doing other daily tasks around the throne room and the castle. He then looked down at the confused buffalo mare and kneeled until they were almost at the same eye level.

“See those other black collar bitches?” the buffalo mare nodded weakly. “See them walking around without restraints, vibrators or chains?” the mare nodded again. “Want to be like them?” the mare nodded eagerly. “Then you must follow five simple rules:

Number one: Don’t attempt to escape, it’s pointless.

Number two: When I tell you to do something, you do it.

Number three: When my top bitch tells you to do something, you do it.

Number four: No fighting, no talking back and always show respect to me, my top bitch and your fellow pets.

Number five: Follow the previous four rules obediently and you’ll get an extra bowl of kibble, water and a comfy bed to sleep in.

Do you understand that, cunt?” the buffalo mare nodded as fast and hard as she could. “Good.”

Spike used his claws and strength to break in two her bindings, he used his tail to reach the dildo on her ass and pull it out in a single stroke. The mare grunted in pain but held steady. Once she was free Spike got up, for a few seconds the mare stood still then she crawled her way to Spike’s feet and began to kiss them repeatedly. Spike didn’t do or say anything, he was already used to getting that reaction from many black collar females.

I wish I could make your death painful, slow and agonizing, Dainn. Killing you fast will be mercy, but with you dead, they will be free and that’s all that really matters. Do it for them, Spike. He screamed inside his head as he clenched one of his hands into a fist. “Enough of that, you slut. Get up,” Spike commanded and the buffalo mare obeyed, she got up shakily almost falling a couple of times. Once the mare was up Spike touched her chin gently, the mare stood still as the dragon touched and caressed the scar running across her throat, covered partially by her collar.

Spike turned around slowly before signaling two nearby females walking by, a minotaur and a saddle arabian, to approach him.

“Show my newest pet her new home and then find something useful for her to do,” Spike said as he walked away.

“As you command, Master,” both females said at the same time in an almost respectful manner.

The females took the buffalo mare away as she took one last glance at the dragon.

Spike continued to walk away, uncaring for the little droplets of purplish blood that fell from his clenching hand. A new day had just begun and it wasn’t even noon yet.

A few minutes later he reached the classroom where ‘Twilight-Cunt Time’ was taking place, opening the door he was greeted by the all too familiar sight of Twilight and her students, but this time Twilight was giving a live presentation to her class using two mares as examples. The unusual potent smell of musk froze him where he stood.

Spike saw a pegasus with blue-ish coat and two different tones of yellow mane and tail, her cutie mark being a white lightning with three stars below it.

Lightning Dust, Spike thought instantly recognizing the mare. He noticed her eyes snapped open, her pupils shrunken while she looked to the front of the class while tears fell freely across her cheeks. Slowly traveling down he also noticed the red gag ball on her mouth and the black collar adorning her neck. He saw a glimpse of her black wing-sheaths and how they twitched every so often.

He also noticed her breasts being pulled down slightly by a weight hanging from a small chain connected to her erect nipples. Tit-chains the caribou called them, used mostly by maid females to hold on to tray cans since their arms were chained behind their backs. But they were also used to ‘enhance’ the size of a female’s breasts until they were the size, and the way, the caribou prefered them. Big, soft and sensitive. The caribou would use magic to do it most of the time, but using the tit-chains like this provided a ‘more enjoyable way’ to enhance them. The process being slow and very painful for the female.

Traveling down he saw her arms held tightly by black leather restraining gloves, in a cross like manner in front of her just below her breasts. Further down he noticed the other mare behind her licking desperately at her pussy in between her legs, making sloppy slurping sounds while moaning depravedly while holding Lightning Dust’s legs firmly with her hands. He focused a bit on the other mare, she had a white coat, a horn stump, green mane and a red collar around her neck. And given the wetness all over her, and on Lightning’s legs, it was obvious she was drenched by several orgasms from the pegasus she was so eagerly serving.

Finally he noticed a spread bar connecting Lightning’s ankles, making it impossible for her to do anything else but hold still. Spike took a step inside the room just before the gagged mare let out a muffled scream, she had cummed once again making the mare below her slurp and lick her cunt even more eagerly.

“That’s enough, cunt,” Twilight said from her seat making the white unicorn mare stop and crawl back, allowing Lightning Dust to fall to her knees and then forwards, her breathing fast and shallow. “Bad cunts get punished, just like this bitch. Look at how miserable the whorse is. Instead of obeying her rightful superior male masters, like the obedient cunt she has to be, she talked back against her rightful owner,” Twilight got up from her seat and made her way where Lightning laid twitching and crying.

“The pleasure of serving our caribou masters and all and every male with our bodies is the only reason we live. And the greatest achievement any of you stupid cunts can hope to do is to give birth to another powerful male,” Twilight looked down at Lightning with disgust. “But there are sows, like this bitch, that can’t see this simple truth. For it is the only truth for us lower than dirt females. That’s why they wear a black collar, to signal their idiocracy and blindness to it,” Twilight then looked up to her class and smiled broadly.

“Rejoice, cunts. For Master,” she beaconed to Spike “shall show you what it means to be a true female. Soon you’ll see the light and be forever cleansed from those blasphemous thoughts of ‘opposing’ our masters. Then you shall be happy for the rest of your miserable usefulness. We owe eternal devotion to our caribou masters, and more so to our great and magnificent king, Dainn; blessed be his name, for opening our eyes and showing us our true purpose in life,” Twilight ended her speech.

Several claps were heard, all of them belonging to the red collar females in the classroom, while the black collar ones remained silent. Most of them with their heads hanging low or trembling.

“Bitch,” Spike said coldly. The clapping died instantly. “I believe everything is running smoothly?”

“Of course, Master,” Twilight answered happily. “Your red sluts are almost ready to enter the final steps of their training. Sadly, the blacks are stubborn as always,” she licked her lips slowly. “But not for long, some of them are beginning to crack, Master.”

“Good.” Spike said plainly. He then looked down at Lightning Dust, weakly staring up at him with all the hate she could muster in her current condition. “I’ve had it with you, cunt. I gave you a chance to be like the rest of my pets but you tried to escape. I showed you mercy and you tried to kill me instead.” Lightning Dust simply shot him a glare.

“Pick up this bitch, she’ll be going to the Dirt Farms.” A look of absolute horror ran across Lightning’s face. “Don’t worry you slut, you won’t be going alone. There are several stupid cunts like you around. I hope you learn your lesson there you’re costing me more than you are worth as it is. I want her dumb ass in the entrance in ten minutes, bitch.”

“Of course, Master.” Twilight said with a bow.

Spike turned around, closing the door harshly with his tail. He let out an angered snarl before walking away with heavy stomps.

“Do it for them, Spike. Do it to kill Dainn, that motherfucking spawn of Tartarus. Do it for that.” Spike whispered to himself in the coldness of his castle, making his way to his bedroom.

*Around fifteen minutes later outside the castle of Spike.*

Spike stood as he saw the six mares, including Lightning Dust, he was sending to the Dirt Farms. They were slowly aboarding one of the five carts forming a single line, being carefully watched by several caribou guards and some pony ones. Most of the females already aboard the carts were black collars, but there were some red collars, too, begging for another chance to prove their usefulness to the caribou. It was so common to see females like them; their previous owners didn’t want them around anymore and thus sent them to the Dirt Farms.

Damn fuckers, Spike thought angrily seeing a caribou guard approach him.

“That’ll be a hundred coins as usual, Lord Spike,” the caribou guard said respectfully.

“Of course,” Spike said handing over a small pouch of coins. The guard accepted the pouch at the same time Spike began to made his way to the leading cart, and to the unicorn guard holding the reins of two horses. The dragon shot a quick glance around him, making sure there weren’t any caribou near him or looking at his way.

“Give this letter to Lord Berl when you arrive as well as my thanks,” he said handing an enclosed letter to the unicorn guard. The guard and Spike shared a quick glance before the guard nodded. “Are they ready?” he whispered to the guard.

“Of course, Lord Spike,” the guard said putting the letter inside his chestplate. “Lord Berl will be pleased to receive your letter.”

“Good,” Spike walked away, searching for the cart his pets were in. Once he found it he walked toward it. “You cunts will learn to behave under Lord Berl’s care, and I’m quite certain all of you will realize just how compassionate I can be if you just obey,” Spike said in a mocking tone, the six mares, all of them pony, tried to say something to him but all that came out were muffled noises thanks to their gag balls.

“Specially you,” he said grabbing Lightning Dust’s collar, pulling down to put her almost face to face to him. “I made sure Lord Berl gives your worthless snatch a good scrubbing, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” several nearby guards laughed at this. But the burning fire inside Lightning Dust’s still red eyes never faded.

Spike pulled the pegasus mare closer to him, his lips practically touching her left ear. What he was about to do was beyond stupid but the way she resisted, the way she never gave up despite the intense training and re-education Twilight had put her through, her indomitable spirit. It made him envy her, and not just her, it made him envy the strength and resolve all six mares he was sending away had. The same dozens of other mares he and Big Mac had sent already showed.

They deserved it. They deserved their chance to fight.

But Lightning Dust was special, she deserved to have hope. She was worth the risk.

“Don’t stop fighting,” Spike whispered to her ear, she barely heard him but froze on the spot nonetheless. “You’ll be free soon, keep fighting, you’re not alone,” Spike finished before smiling wickedly and pushing her away, causing the guards to laugh even more and her to fall to the floor of the cart.

Lightning Dust ignored the pain her fall caused and instead got up as fast as her body allowed. She was beyond confusion and wanted answers but the carts began to move slowly. She settled down to keep her gazed fixed upon the dragon.

The guards began to move at the sides of the carts, after a few seconds Spike was left alone outside his castle, his eyes still fixed on Lightning Dust.

“Worry not, Lord Spike. My guards will deliver this batch of sluts to Lord Berl’s Dirt Farms, you won’t lose any more of your precious pets to those so called rebels,” a very familiar, and annoying, voice behind Spike said.

Spike snarled mentally as he turned around, finally breaking eye contact with Lightning Dust. “Captain Harald, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Spike said with a small smile.

“Something very important, actually,” Harald said in a dead serious tone sitting high on his chair held by four red collar, and very muscular, earth pony mares. “Here, it came just this morning,” the captain offered a golden enclosed letter. “It seems you caught the attention of his majesty, our King.”

Spike took the letter with shaky hands, he held it for what felt like forever to him. His mind went wild imagening and recounting all the fantasies he had to deal with Dainn, all he had done, everything those poor females had to suffer by his claw and command would finally pay off. He then smiled.

At last.

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*Canterlot-Four hours later*

Spike walked through the streets of Canterlot in a calm and steady pace, he had arrived almost half an hour earlier at the train station and was making his way to the castle. His pace became slower and slower until he finally stopped just outside the Canterlot Market Plaza. He had seen horrible things all around Equestria and the Crystal Empire during his quest to gain Dainn’s attention, but what laid inside the Canterlot Market Plaza was by far the worst thing he had encountered so far.

Gods above, if you really exist, please grant me the strength, patience, speed and valor I need to face Dainn today. Grant me the power to endure this place once more. I beg you, don’t let me fail, Spike thought grimly for a moment before continuing his walk once more, now entering the market while the sounds of pain and pleasure filled his surroundings and the heavy smell of sex, blood, cum, pussy juices and death attacked his sensitive nose relentlessly.

The first thing he saw were the now all too familiar ‘Pet Chairs’ they had at the entrance for rent. The same kind of chairs used by Dainn and some wealthy males to travel around town. Next were the cages holding purple collar females crying out for a cock to suck or a male to fuck them. Then came the stores that offered bondage items, as well as a couple of black collar females chained to a stock to use for practice. Some were wealthy enough to offer some very unique items, such as manti-cocks or changeslut juice.

Spike walked faster uncaring for pushing aside the other buyers and passerbiers.

The following sellers offered similar products, female-worth wallpapers or equipment for maid bitches. Almost reaching the center of the plaza he saw a group of ten or so young females, not older than eleven by his best guess, most of them pony fillies but there was a zebra filly, a caribou calf and a griffoness child, too. All of them were chained to smaller stocks with their asses in full display for all to see. He was forced to stop as there were several males looking with interest at the young girls.

“My little bitches are top of the class! I can assure you that, my fellow brothers!” a caribou wearing nothing but leather pants and a necklace made out of five unicorn horns said eagerly. “I personally trained them to obey any wish you desire and are tough enough to do so with ease!” the caribou boasted. “You will find no tighter young cunts anywhere else, and you can enjoy them for just the low price of one thousand coins each!” he finished slapping the ass of a light brown coat pegasus filly hard enough to rock her small body, making her let out a muffled scream of pain.

Almost every male began to scream, eager to claim one of the little girls for themselves, some even willing to pay twice as much. All were silenced, whoever, when the dragon began to laugh so hard and loud it became uncomfortable just to hear him. He continued to laugh for several seconds until he slowly stopped, everyone around him silent as they stared at him.

“Spike!” a zebra said recognizing the dragon at the other side of the store, instantly all males around him took a few steps away from the dragon as the public began to murmur between themselves. “What are you doing here? I thought our next appointment was due in another week?” the zebra asked making his way to the dragon.

Spike recognized the zebra instantly, he was the best mare-milk producer in Canterlot, he also was one of the main reasons he had achieved his fame as the best female handler around so fast in his first two months.

“I was summoned by our great king for a private affair, Zezil,” the murmurs increased in volume as the words left his mouth. “Are your pets giving you any more trouble?” Spike asked the zebra.

“Not after your training, my friend,” Zezil said happily. “But, why were you laughing?”

Spike look at him, then to the caribou vendor, then around him. After a few seconds he sighed. “Because I’m going to save your coins, it seems,” he said making his way to where the girls were being held at. He then grabbed the ass of one of the fillies and spread it wide, slightly opening her asshole and pussy.

“Hey, hands off the merchandise!” the caribou vendor demanded angrily.

Spike examined the earth pony filly for a short moment before letting her go and looking to the perpexled would-be buyers. “You said your little cunts are top of the class, right? Well, either you’re one heck of a liar or the best female handler there is. I’m willing to bet on the former, because,” he made his way to the next filly, a unicorn, he then spread the filly’s backside further than the previous one, making her squirm in protest. “Their butts are stiff and plain, their assholes lack proper elasticity, their snatches lack wetness and judging by the color it’s obvious you have no idea how to train them properly. They groan and moan constantly,” Spike made his wave to the griffoness girl before he plunged one of his fingers deep inside her pussy earning a pained moan in return, twitching it around a little he got the same response.

“Their cunts can barely squeeze at all and they feel like sandpaper,” Spike took his finger out, sniffled it once or twice before giving it a good long lick, he then made a face of disgust. “And to top it all off, the smell is sour and the flavor is awful,” Spike turned to the now very nervous, and angry, caribou vendor. “These small pets aren’t even worth fifty coins, much less a thousand.” Spike smirked. “Trying to scam your fellow male brothers is punishable by death, is it not?”

“Y-you can’t prove anything!” the caribou vendor said quickly. “Your word alone carries no weight whatsoever!” the caribou smiled at his apparent victory.

“Then this is truly my lucky day!” Spike said before breaking the stock where the zebra filly was held in, he pulled her up with one arm, her mouth holding a gag stick and her eyes covered by a yellow blindfold while a red collar adorned her neck. Spike used his fire to heat up one of his claws, a few moments later he placed the tip of his claw on the collar and quickly scratched the collar. A few seconds later red scraps were scrapped out of the collar, Spike retreated his claw leaving a very clear black mark on the collar with some small strands of red hanging in some points.

There were a couple of gasps and plenty of curses as Spike let go of the filly carelessly. “I believe that proves me right, don’t you think so, guards?” Spike said at the, up until now unnoticed, approaching guards.

“Indeed it does,” the biggest guard said in a very angry tone. “You have our thanks, Lord Spike,” he said as two guards dragged the now crying caribou vendor away with ease.

“It’s my duty to help unmask those that try to treat their male brothers like if they were a stupid female, guard, just one of the reasons I became who I am today,” Spike said while shaking hands with the guard. “Say, what will happen to these cunts?” he asked pointing down to the girls.

“They’ll be handed over to the local skank raiser,” the guard said while some other guards made the passerbiers move one, most of them thanking Spike for saving their coins and for unmasking the scammer. “But if you pay a low fee I can make sure to deliver them to your castle in Ponyville instead. If you want them, that is.”

Spike nodded before letting out a small stream of green fire upon his right hand, moments later the fire extinguished itself and a small leather bag in its place. Spike offered the bag to the guard, he took it with gusto, opened it for a quick glance and smiled.

“This will cover the fee nicely, Lord Spike, your new young pets shall arrive first thing in the morning tomorrow,” the guard gave a small bow before signaling other guards to take care of the girls. Once they had them all he turned around to continue his duties, the bag of coins clinging as he walked.

“How…..?” Zezil said walking next to Spike. “Damn, I know you’re good, but not THAT good, my friend!”

“That’s because I’m not good, I’m the best, remember Zezil?” Spike said with a winning smile. “I should go. The King doesn’t wait for anyone.”

“You’re right, see you next week?”

“Of course, I have to take a look, and taste, at your new batch personally,” Spike said walking away while waving an arm up high for a few short moments.

Spike continued to make his way through the plaza and the market, he passed through several other stores and stands, dancer sets, auction displays, rape racks for black collars, public stocks and the grand statue of Dainn himself in all his glory. On the base of said statue laid the Golden Stock, where he would have his way with Celestia for everyone to see from time to time. Celestia was his personal trophy along with Luna, but unlike her sister, Luna was still a black collar, and Dainn always used her for public use during special festivities such as Nightmare Night, fuck-a-hole tournaments and other similar events. But while he loved to humiliate Celestia as much as he could he never used her for public events, at least none that he was aware of.

Mom, I promise you will be free soon. Zecora is working hard to find a way to revert their brainwash and with that fucking shit eating asshole dead, you’ll be back to normal again. And so will aunt Luna and Cadance and Twilight and the girls and everyone else, just wait a little longer.

Spike thought reaching the other side of the market, the castle laying further down the road. He gulped, swallowing both his fearfulness and his eagerness to face complete his self imposed task.

After a couple of minutes he finally was at the gates of the castle he had grown up in. He saw no less than ten guards mounting each a mighty warbeast guarding the entrance to the castle. Spike took a deep breath before walking calmly to the nearest guard, reaching down to one of his ‘pockets’ he pulled out the golden paper sheet,out of it he pulled out a grayish letter with red corners.

“His majesty, King Dainn, is expecting me,” Spike said in a respectful, yet authoritarian tone.

“.....” the guard didn’t say anything, instead he stepped down from his warbeast, took the letter from Spike’s hand and gave it a quick read. Moments later the guard pulled up a warhorn and blew it. The gates suddenly opened and the wooden bridge slowly fell down, connecting the entrance with the castle. “Go on, Lord Spike,” the guard said with his deep rumbling voice.

Spike took his letter back and made his way into the castle. His heart beating faster than ever before. The dragon barely took a few steps into the castle when the bridge began to close behind him. Once the bridge made a loud clanging noise, a beautiful female caribou wearing a red collar stepped out of a corner, her expression amiable and, like every other caribou doe, her antlers were permanently kept small and dull. The doe kneeled before licking Spike’s feet, she then presented him a red leash.

“Welcome, Lord Spike. Master sent this worthless cunt to guide you to him,” Spike accepted the leash. “Please, follow this lowly swine,” the caribou doe said before starting to crawl through the vast hallways.

As he was guided Spike saw for the first time in almost three years the interior of the castle, and it truly surprised him how little had changed. Giving into account how much the caribou loved to “re-decorate” everything they laid their filthy hands on. But there were some changes here and there he noticed. There were weapons and suits of armor decorating almost every hallway he passed through. The were also several caribou, minotaur, pony and even diamond dog guards guarding entrances or some other place of importance.

From time to time he also saw black collar maids working hard to clean the windows, floors and walls using only their mouths to hold to their cleaning equipment, always kept in line by red collar females wearing nothing but a cardboard helmet and spear. the spear itself was a joke since the point had the shape of a cock, a caribou one in most cases, almost the same as a pony cock just a bit less thicker and more pointy.

“Work harder, slut!” a diamond dog bitch ordered when he was passing beside her, just before shoving the cock shaped spear point into a donkey mare’s pussy without care. The mare hissed in pain and her body trembled while the guard proceeded to fuck her with the spear harshly, making loud wet noises as she did so.

Spike tore his sight away from the scene and did his best to ignore the noises behind him.

A while later he began to walk through the crystal stain window hallway, this time he froze at what he saw, feeling as though someone had smashed his head against a diamond hard wall. The once beautiful and breath taking windows he so much adored were replaced by the exploits of Dainn while conquering the Crystal Empire and Equestria.

It started with Dainn sitting in his throne while Shining Armor and Cadance bowing in front of him presenting the Crystal Heart.

Next was the moment he morphed the Crystal Heart into the Crystal Cock.

It was followed by a two parter window, in the right laid Cadance in her normal attire, in the mid section was a small Crystal Cock and in the left she was on her knees licking Dainn’s dew claw hooves.

The next one was of him standing triumphant over the nude forms of Celestia, Luna and Twilight while in the background his army captured and enslaved several mares.
Spike felt a sword pass through his heart the moment he saw the next, and final, crystal stain. Dainn was sitting in his throne, almost like looking to the viewer, Celestia and Luna licking his cock at the same time. But at his side stood none other than himself holding Twilight on a leash and Shining Armor doing the same with Cadance. He continued to stare at the window unaware of anything around him or himself for that matter.

“Impressive, is it not?” said a voice behind him.

Spike felt his blood turn into molten lava as he recognized the voice of the bastard king himself. Calm down, calm down! Wait for the perfect time, you only have one shot at this, Spike. Don’t you dare ruin it! Spike thought doing his best to calm his burning rage.

“I-I….*hhrrmph*..--It’s very impressive, my liege,” Spike said turning around followed by him taking a knee. “One that shows y-your might over the worthless females,” Spike said doing his best to sound respectful and casual, even though his inner dragon screamed at him to rip the fucker to pieces.

“I actually installed that last one a month ago,” Dainn said casually. “But enough of that, get up,” Dainn said and Spike obeyed, letting the dragon see only his back. The caribou king snapped his fingers and a second later the mare that had acted as a guide for Spike up until that moment left crawling away quickly. “Come, Spike, we have much to discuss.”

“Of course, my king,” Spike said noticing two very odd things. One, there were only two hulking caribou guards at each of Dainn’s sides. And two, there were small gray/brownish wings on his back. Before he could question himself about that he shook his head lightly.

That’s not important, once he’s dead it won’t matter anymore, Spike thought before shooting one last glance at the crystal stain he had silently swore to destroy until nothing remained.

*Ten minutes later, Dainn’s private chambers.*

The doors leading to Dainn’s personal chambers magically opened letting the small party through. Spike walked in last, his nose quickly filled by the smell of sandal and mare musk. The hulking caribou guards, bigger and seemingly stronger than any minotaur he had seen so far, closed the door behind him. Spike focused for a second on the room, not surprised to find the very best coins could buy, a king sized bed next the large window of the room, silk sheets, pillows, cushions and curtains, several armor sets lined up perfectly in one corner of the room next to a rack showing various kinds of weapons. Paintings of himself posing scattered all over the walls.

There was also Dainn’s throne, showing proudly the four alicorn horns on its top, in the middle of the room right in front a fire place. He also saw two extremely beautiful silver collar unicorn mares chained to each side of the bed, resting on their knees while looking straight up blinking every now and then. Spike allowed himself to smile internally. Silver collars were the scarcest and, surprisingly enough, most expensive kind of females. They were used exclusively as trophies or something similar, it was forbidden to use them for anything even remotely sexual, they still had their horns or wings, depending on the species, and their only practical use was reserved for the wealthiest and most powerful of caribou. Living pillows to hug at night and keep the caribou warm. A waste for some males, given the fact all of the silvers were creatures of such beauty and grace, with almost perfect hourglass figures, all of them could compete against Celestia herself in that department.

They have, however, one big problem. While they were able to obey every order they received they didn’t react to anything, not even to pain or pleasure. They were like living, unfeeling dolls that could eat, breathe and shit.

They are truly blessed, Spike thought happy for those mares.

Dainn stopped in front of his throne, sat down, the tip of his antlers illuminated with a light blue shimmer and his throne shifted for him to face his dragon guest.

Spike finally was face to face with Dainn after almost three years, not counting the few public events he had attended with Dainn as the promoter. His coat was a mix between gray and brown, his eyes a deep metallic blue with a look of neutrality and unamusement on them, his expression almost as stoic as a stone. His antlers were still short, proof that he had molded them recently, and didn’t have a single piece of jewelry or gold attached to them .Their brown color made a good contrast with his black hair, making both his antlers and golden crown that had nothing in special be all the more present.

His clothing, however, was plain and nothing too great. A gray long sleeve shirt, brown leather gloves, pants and boots. A silver belt holding the pants in their place and a chestplate that had one strange looking symbol, probably some sort of rune, engraved on it. Thinking back about it Spike remembered Dainn never wore anything fancy or royal, except for his chestplate that almost always showed a different rune or symbol.

This is the fucking bastard that turned my home into a living nightmare, the same asshole that his word is law, that can get anything and any female he wants with just a single command. The alpha male, the caribou king, the bringer of the Fall and the beacon of ‘Male Superiority’. And he dares to try be seen as a humble ruler!? Spike thought angrily almost losing his cool for a moment. He quickly kneeled in front of Dainn once again, just to ease his rage and calm himself down a bit. He just had to endure for a while longer and wait for the perfect moment to strike the insane caribou down.

“There’s no need to kneel, Spike, get up,” Dainn commanded.

Spike obeyed, barely containing the urge to leap at him.

“Do you have any idea why I summoned you, Spike?” Dainn asked in a neutral tone.

“W-well, your majesty, I’d like to think it’s because you took notice of my expertise and perhaps are in need of my services? Unless, of course, I did something to offend you greatly, my king.”

Dainn chuckled a bit. “A little of both, actually.”

Confusion and worry washed over his entire body, his mind racing back and forth if he had screwed up something on the last four months, excluding this morning of course. Dainn clapped a couple of times before one of the guards left the room in haste. A minute later the same guard returned followed by six females, two red collar earth pony mares carrying another throne similar to Dainn’s throne, minus the horns, on their backs. The other four were red collars as well, two zebras and two pegasi. They didn’t had any sort of bondage gear on them or vibrators, they were also very clean, looking like they just came from a long bath. They were also incredibly beautiful, curvy, with big breasts and perfectly kept manes, all of them had silver piercings on their nipples and clits.

The mares carrying the throne made their way a good two feet past Dainn, the other four got up for a second just to pick the throne up and lower it to the ground. Once their task was done the two earth pony mares crawled their way to a nearby corner. The other four crawled their way behind both thrones, a zebra and a pegasus for each one.

“Come, sit by my side.”

Spike gave a slight nod before making his way to his seat next to Dainn. Once he sat he moved his tail behind him a couple of times, his action seemingly oblivious. So, he’s far enough for even my tail to reach, eh? Smart bastard.

Suddenly he felt his throne turn to the right slightly, a moment later he was face to face with Dainn again, the females at their left and the burning fireplace on their right. Dainn pressed his back against his throne and let out a relieved sigh.

“Spike, do you know why I let you keep that castle?”

“Is it because of my past in Ponyville, my king?”

“Exactly. But also because I hoped for you to become another I could rely on. Like Shining Armor, Discord and Blueblood,” Dainn smiled a little. “And I’m happy to see you finally taking the road I had foreseen.”

“What do you mean by that…...my lord?” Spike asked, his voice low and confused but his heart dreading the answer.

“I mean that it took you some time, a bit longer than I had hoped actually, but you’re finally acting like a true male. That and I’m so very surprised to see your rapid growth and success, you have become exactly what I had expected of you.”

Spike’s mind went blank, his rage, his plans and his hope kille by one single sentence.

I…..I’ve been doing what he wants from me……..All those mares…...all of them…….all I’ve done…..for nothing? Spike thought as desperation began to climb up his spine.

Dainn closed his eyes and let out a happy chuckle at Spike’s apparent shock. “Keep it up and I will need you at my side in the near future.”

That brought him back in an instant.

NO! I can still do it! Just you wait, Dainn, just you wait, he thought as a smile formed on his lips.

“Although,” Dainn said now in a more serious tone. “I’ve heard rumors about your ‘peculiar’ means to treat those worthless females, specially your black collar collection,” Dainn leaned forward a bit resting his arms against the armrests of his throne. “I’m displeased about that, but I will look at it with blind eyes just this once, since the results you provide speak for themselves. Tell me, what is your secret?”

Spike took a deep breath, both in relief and to calm down his nerves. There was still hope, his original plan was back in action. All he had to do was wait for the perfect moment. No matter what you throw at me I can take it, Dainn. Seeing you die is all I want. Bring it on, you son of a thousand Nightmares.

“Confidence,” Spike answered making Dainn raise an eyebrow. “I let those fucking sluts believe I’m their friend or something close enough to it. I give them extra rations, some liberties and make their work less heavy. Suddenly they think I’m ‘protecting’ them and in return they obey me almost without question. HA! That only shows how stupid females really are if you ask me!”

Dainn burst out laughing making Spike laugh even harder, even the guards at the door were chuckling a bit. A few moments later the laughter died down.

“Ah ha ha ha! That’s a good one, Spike!” Dainn said wiping a tear. “But that is foolish of you, too.”

“Yes, my king, I know its a double edged sword, but hey, I’m a dragon so I have little room to worry about that anyway,” Spike chuckled for a second before collecting himself. “I beg forgiveness, my liege. I’m speaking to you like I would to one of my friends, a simple commoner compared to you, my lordship.”

“Pay it no heed, Spike, for if I am to need you in the future you must consider me not only as your king, but as your friend, too,” Dainn said leaning back against his throne once more. “But now that you mention it, I’ve been wondering something about you.”

“What do you wish to know, my king?”

“Why are you always naked?” Dainn asked with sincere interest looking up and down at the dragon in front of him.

Spike remained silent for a few moments before getting up.

“Why should I bother wearing clothes or anything at all, my king? I do wear suits from time to time for certain events but other than that, I’ve always been naked, even before you blessed us with your grace and opened our eyes with your light.”

Dainn kept silent, watching as Spike took a step forward before showing off his biceps and triceps. Even Dainn was surprised to see the scales move to form very powerful and ripped muscles below their purple shimmer.

“I may not look like it but I’m just as strong, if not stronger than any minotaur, earth pony…..or caribou, except for yourself, of course, my king,” he then presented his claws. “My claws are like swords,” then his tail. “My tail a whip,” next he rose up a leg, showing his feet and his talons. “My feet can crush almost anything like hammers,” then he bared his fangs. “My fangs razor sharp spears!” he said excitedly. “My fire scourging like the fires of Tartarus itself!”

Finally he sat again on his throne, pounding his chest with bravado. “And my scales sturdier and tougher than any armor, almost like diamonds!” Spike said huffing out a small strand of green fire. “So, as you can see my king, I don’t have to worry about many things, much less any sort of *snicker* threat those worthless sows can dish out, and they know it.” Spike leaned back on his throne, trying to look intimidating, if only a little. “I can also eat practically anything, hold my breath for hours, poison does nothing to me, swim in lava and no matter how much I drink I can’t get drunk. So, yeah, dragon.”

“You don’t …..say,” Dainn said slowly, impressed by the words of Spike. “I’ve never met a dragon before, except those two that lived in the Everfree. That abomination of a male serpent,” Dainn hissed with hate. “that dark blotch of nature and stain to male superiority fled to the deeper parts of the forest. I wish only the most painful and humiliating of deaths upon it.” Dainn took a few seconds to calm himself again.

“The other dragon was a true male, such a shame he died protecting his impressive hoard inside his cave,” Spike opened his eyes in surprise. “But I guess being so big inside such limited space gave my troops the advantage, he did kill several squads of my soldiers but in the end he died,” Dainn eyed Spike’s crotch for a moment. “What about your malehood?”

Spike shook his head a few times before answering. “Hidden safely behind my scales alongside my testicles,” he patted his hidden pouch a couple of times just to make emphasis.

“Alright then,” Dainn said neutrally. “Spike, I-”

“Hey Danny!”

“WAAHHHH!!!!!” Spike jumped from his seat the moment a new voice almost shouted next to him. He fell backwards pulling his throne with him and, ironically, the owner of the voice too.

“Discord,” Dainn pressed his temples with his hands whispering the name in an annoyed tone. “How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?” Dainn said while Discord picked himself and Spike from the ground.

“Five hundred and fifty one, but hey, who’s counting?” Discord said casually, dusting himself off and Spike, while his long tail picked the throne back up as well. “So, Danny, whatcha doin’ with Spikester here?”

“D-don’t call me th-that, Discord! You almost g-gave me a heart attack!” Spike shouted angrily at the draconequus, who in turn paid him no mind.

“We are trying to have a very important talk, so please tell me, what do you want this time?” Dainn said back in his neutral, yet slightly annoyed tone.

“Just returning the bitch you lent me, Danny,” Discord snapped his fingers before a flash of light appeared to their left and near the fireplace, a second later a panting, crying and cum covered princess Luna appeared with a loud thud hitting the floor. “The slut won first place, blue ribbon!” Discord snapped his fingers again letting a cum drenched blue ribbon with a golden bold number one on its center landed on Luna’s face.

Discord crossed his arms and huffed angrily. “I still think my dearest Flutterslut should be able to participate, but alas, she’s my sweet little red pet. And those assholes only accept black ones. Foul play I say! They must be getting paid below the tables.”

“How nice,” Dainn said unamused. “At least have the de--No, you know what, forget I said anything,” Dainn snapped his fingers, moments later two red collar diamond dog bitches entered the room and picked up Luna carelessly, licking as much cum as they could while taking her out of the room.

“Discord, could you please leave? Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Mmmmm, now that you mention it, I do. I gotta take Flutterslut to her new photo session! Today’s the turn of the cockatrice! Danny, Spikester, cya later!” Discord said before opening an air-door, he stepped in but before he closed it his head popped out again. “And congratulations, Spikester. You’re finally gonna be one of us!” and then he vanished from existence once more.
“One of this days I’m going to go crazy or kill him, probably both,” Dainn said letting out a loud sigh. “But he’s reliable and I know I can trust him.”

“My king, forgive me for saying this but…..trust Discord?” Spike questioned finally back in his throne and his heart returned to its normal rate.

“I know it sounds unlikely, but believe my words, I can trust him.”

Spike knew Dainn was hiding something but decided to not press it further, he could figure it out later. Once you’re dead, fucker.

A long minute of silence followed before the doors of the room opened once again, this time entered a minotaur cow pulling two upside down ‘V’ shaped objects. The objects were small, probably half his own size, they had a pair of handcuffs held at the same level, half way through each side, a small chain connecting them to the object. There was also a larger handcuff, clearly destined to hold something bigger than arms or wrists, directly attached to the object right where the two sides met up top.

Spike recognized the objects instantly, ‘Living Tables’. Behind the minotaur cow and actual cow was carrying two average sized dildos, two leather blindfolds and two plates attached to a long, dick shaped handle. One of the plates was holding a bottle of wine while the other held two gold cups.

The minotauress stopped while the pegasi mares, up until now sitting quietly at their left, got up and unlocked the chains carrying the mobile Living Tables. Each positioned one of them at either side of Dainn and Spike. A guard with great antlers approached before using his magic two lock the tables to the ground. Then the zebra mares got up and walked to each of the tables and, with the help of the pegasi mares, turned upside down themselves spreading their legs as much as they could above them.

The pegasi mares worked fast to secure the middle handcuff around the zebras stomach. Once secure the zebras lowered their legs expertly, effectively exposing themselves completely while their tails hung behind them motionless. The pegasi mares instantly took hold of their legs and secured them to the lower handcuffs at either side with ease. Next they took the dildos the cow was carrying, they licked the tips a couple of times, kneeled down and gently, but quickly, gagged the zebras.

The dildos had two small chains falling from each side of their bases, the pegasi mares took them to fasten the dildos. The zebras gagged and squirmed for a few seconds before their breathing turned calm and slow. Next they blindfolded the zebras and finally they took the plates. Then, without care, both pegasi shoved the caribou penis shaped handles deep inside their pussies. Spike, for once, was glad the zebras were the kind of females trained to become wet in seconds, or else they would’ve done the opposite of letting out a loud gagged moan of pleasure.

Spike saw Dainn take both cups and the bottle of wine just as the pegasi mares returned to their posts, while the minotauress and the cow crawled out of the room.

“Guards,” Dainn said handing over a cup of wine to Spike. “Leave us.”

Yes…..

“But, my king!” one of the guards protested.

“I said, leave us,” Dain repeated in a neutral tone.

Yes. Yes. YES! Leave me alone with him, you fuckers!

“.....As you command, my king,” the guard said before signaling the rest of the guard to leave, the doors opened again letting the guards inside to walk out, the doors closed again, there was a clicking noise and then only the sounds of the burning fire were heard.

“Before we begin, a toast!” Dainn rose his cup. “For male superiority.”

“For male superiority,” Spike said leaning in a little to cling cups with Dainn. The caribou king gulped down the wine in one long drink. But Spike drank his slowly, his eyes scanning the room further.

This is it, I’m alone with the king of fuckers himself, now I only have to wait for the perfect moment. Dainn, by claw, fang or fire, you will die today. I swear it on what little is left of my honor, Spike thought happily before gulping down the rest of his wine in one go.

*Half an hour and eight bottles of wine later*

The door closed for the ninth in thirty minutes, a crystal pony mare crawling in every few minutes bringing a new bottle of wine for the two thirsty males inside.

After the first bottle Dainn began to talk of his multiple sons, the state of the kingdom and some minor projects and improvements he had in mind. Spike, on the other hand, listened attentively while giving his opinion every time Dainn asked for it. He had even been bold enough to ask Dainn what was the situation with the rebels and the more ‘organized’ resistance. His answer was clear and truthful, simply stating they were becoming a pain but one that would, in time, be eradicated. That made him smile inwardly.

Spike did found strange, however, that Dainn had not once mentioned his conquest over the alicorn princesses and especially over Celestia, it was no secret he enjoyed to swank how Celestia made for the perfect pet, the only one in the same level as Cadance. He had never heard him personally, but just by listening to what the elite said during parties was more than enough.

Where is she? Spike thought as the fact that he had yet to see even a glimpse of his mother finally dawned him.

The doors opened again, this time four caribou doe walked in carrying a large cage with a now clean, but chained and gagged, Luna inside it. Spike followed with his eyes the captive princess, their eyes meeting for a few short moments. Moments Luna used to transmit all her hate and disappointment she could. Spike gave her a sly and mockful smile, even if inside he felt like crying. He had spent little to no time with his aunt and he was, at first, scared of her being Nightmare Moon in disguise. But after he first visit to Ponyville everything changed, they spent little time together, yes, but they cared for the other deeply. A strange sympathy formed between them, driven by the same reason of feeling so different and out of place, even around their loved ones.

It was hardly worth calling it a family bond, but they were without a doubt friends.

“Nice bitch you have there, I can easily see she has gone under a lot of augmentations and other treatments, my king,” Spike said turning to face Dainn again as the four caribou left the cage a meter or two beside the right side of the fireplace, a perfect view of her bounded form to be glanced at for the enjoyment of Dainn and Spike. “I thought both slut sisters were your personal pets, my king, where is that other lowly whorse?”

“Nearby,” Dainn said plainly as the doors closed. “I think I’ve had enough wine as it is,” Dainn said placing his cup on the plate at his left, albeit a bit shakily. He looked up at the dragon once more, almost like scanning him. “You really can’t get drunk?” he asked after a few moments.

“No, my liege. I’ve tried a couple of times,” Spike said serving himself another cup of wine. “I can drink as much as I desire, taste and enjoy it immensely without the worry of having a hangover, much to the envy of my friends,” Spike told taking a slight sip of wine. Suddenly he felt a sudden urge making him smile uncomfortably. “Although, I still need to use the washroom after drinking so much, and I’m terribly sorry for asking, but may I be excused for a moment, my king?”

Dainn laughed a little before coughing a few times. “That won’t be necessary, Spike,” he clapped his two times in quick succession making the two earth pony mares crawl their way next to the Living Table holding the cup salver. Dainn used his magic to unlock it, then the mares used their mouths to pull the table away, just a couple of meters. Using his magic again Dainn turned the thrones to face the fireplace, a moment later the mares returned crawling in front of their crotches. The mare in front of Dainn quickly began to use her mouth to open his pants.

Spike’s stomach did a summersault knowing what was about to happen. He gave a quick glance to the mare in front of him waiting for his order to proceed. Clenching his hidden right hand he nodded, signaling the mare to move forward. As the mare began to lick the zone just above his hidden member he glanced to Dainn again.

The mare had succeeded to free his penis from the confinement of his pants and was licking the tip slightly. She was blushing madly and breathing rapidly, then she moved her head just a bit back holding the tip of Dainn’s cock tenderly with her lips. She closed her eyes and a second later she began to drink the piss of Dainn, moaning contently as she did so. Dainn, for his part, only had his eyes close enjoying emptying the content of his bladder into the mare’s mouth and stomach.

Spike felt his own penis come out of its cave, his shaft almost completely red, except for the tip that was more rounded and was purple colored, almost as thick as a normal pony and barely just as long. He saw the mare make a similar expression as the one tending to Dainn, just less excited. She took the tip of his shaft inside her mouth with grace and closed her eyes. Soon he closed his own eyes.

Whoever you are, please, forgive me, Spike thought before freeing his own bladder juice into the mouth of the eager mare. Each loud gulp she and the other mare made feeling like a scale being tear from his body.

Moments later he was done, the mare gave his tip a few licks and a long hungry suck before freeing his shaft.

“What do you think you’re doing, slut?” Dainn asked making Spike glance at his side again. He saw the mare in question still had the tip of his shaft inside of her mouth and by the looks of it, she was trying hard to get more of it inside.

The mare let go instantly, fear and desire mixed in her voice as she spoke. “P-p-please forgive this worthless cunt, master. But after smelling your magnificent and tasting your divine flavor I long for more! Please, master, fuck my face, force your mighty dick down my throat.I beg you, show me what a lowly cunt is only worth for!” the mare cried out watching hungrily the raising cock before her.

“You stupid slut, you worthless pile of shit!” Dainn shouted before slapping the mare so hard it sent her straight to the floor. The mare only cried out a little in protest. “You’re nothing but a dirt eating mud bitch, even drinking my urine is too good for you. You should be thankful for such a blessing, but instead you try to feed on my cum!?” Dainn shouted enraged.

The mare used her hands to kneel again as best as she could, she coughed and spitted blood over herself, two or three of her teeth coming out. She looked up to Dainn with tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face.

“Yes, Master! Hit me more! Punish this no value whorse, place her below your might where I belong!” the mare begged as she crawled to Dainn’s crotch again.

Dainn eyed the mare for a moment before smiling. He used the same hand he had slapped her with to pet her tenderly, she in return opened her mouth as wide as she could, showing the fresh blood inside it to Dainn. Suddenly Dainn grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved his entire erect shaft deep into the throat of the mare.

Dainn kept her like that for about twenty seconds, the mare twitching as she fought to breathe again. As suddenly as he shoved her in he pulled her out, allowing her to breathe once more. The mare took several long gulps of air before her throat was filled with cock once again. Dainn repeated the motion a couple of times before he really started to fuck her face hard and loud. The mare let the caribou king move her head as he pleased, she just limited to gag, slurp, suck and breathe as often as she could, doing her best to milk him dry.

Spike just stared silently, it wasn’t the first time he had seen this scene before. It happened quite often everywhere. Harald, the captain of the guard of Ponyville, was particularly found of this same activity, specially when he used his three favorite pets. Daisy, Lily and Rose, the once known ‘Horror Trio’ sisters. The same trio he had trained personally to act just like that poor lost mare.

Spike’s own dick was rock hard, as much as it disgusted him it was impossible not to be, the heavy mare musk that was practically suffocating him being responsible for the all too familiar reaction. Soon enough, much to Spike’s anger, Dainn had stopped while the mare did the motions herself. The process continued for several minutes, the mare in front of him plunging her fingers deep inside her pussy, just as the two pegasi behind the thrones. After what felt like forever Dainn used his hand to keep the mare’s face glued to his crotch as he came. Once he was done the mare slowly let go of his dick, covered in blood and cum. The mare opened her mouth, showing her prize while moaning like a bitch in heat.

She chewed and tasted the blood stained cum inside her mouth with gusto until she swallowed it all slowly. She moved forward again, taking the limp hanging dick of Dainn inside her mouth once more, this time to clean it free from her blood and his cum. Once she was done she ended her service with a kiss to the tip of his cock, the usual sign of gratitude given in thanks to their masters, owners or any male that happened to use them at the moment.

“So that’s how your malehood looks like, certainly not as strange as the rumors stated,” Dainn smirked. “Guard,” he called before the doors opened again. The same guard as before entered the room with haste. Dainn waved his left hand once and the guard knelt at his side, whispering something to his ear. “Carry on,” Dainn finally said making the guard got up, shot a deep glare to Spike, grabbed the mare in front of Dainn by her mane and then turned to leave the room once more, dragging the mare behind him effortlessly. The other mare crawled back to the corner silently.

The doors closed and a few seconds later a deep green aura covered them. Spike looked at Dainn with some confusion, yet the fire inside him burned like molten lava at the possible opportunity.

“Now that we’re alone and no one can hear, my dear Spike, can you please answer me something?” Dainn asked using his magic to be face to face again, uncaring of his exposed junk.

“Anything, my lordship,” Spike answered before taking a sip of his, up until now, forgotten cup of wine. Now, all that’s left is for me to get close enough to wrap my finger around his filthy neck. I can pounce him now…….but I don’t want to give the fucker even the slightest chance to survive.

“Are you loyal to me and only me, Spike?”

“Yes, my king, I am your most faithful servant!” Spike answered eagerly.

Just hold on a little longer, Spike. Everything will be over soon, don’t screw this up.

“Would you lie to me?” Dainn asked in a more serious tone.

“Never! I prefer death before disgracing you, my king.”

Dainn leaned back in his throne, silently looking at the fireplace.

Come on, say what you want to say already! Let me kill you, grant me the pleasure to see the life escape from your wicked eyes. Let me maim you, Dainn! Spike screamed inside his head, the cup he was holding shaking lightly.

“Spike,” Dainn began after what felt like ages. “The reason I summoned you is to test your abilities as a mare handler, but also to discern or prove a rather important information related to you,” Dainn got up and walked until he was exactly in front of the fireplace. “You see, I made a small mistake, an error I did not calculate when I brought the glorious truth of male superiority to the Crystal Empire and Equestria. There was something I…….didn’t know,” he turned to face the dragon once again.

“Up until two days ago I was ignorant of this fact one of my scribes found, later on Blueblood was able to find more information and confirm the validity of said document,” Dainn took a step forward. “A very well kept secret, involving you, Spike,” he said in a low icy cold tone.

The sound of a golden cup hitting the pristine marble floor echoed around the room.

No...….No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! FUCK NO! How!? How did he found out!? Spike shouted inside his head, his body trembling with fear. How!? What fucking document is that bastard talking about!? Nopony knew anything about it beside the princesses and me! Not even Cadance, Twilight or Blueblood knew! There’s suppose to be no other evidence linking me---......The Proclamation, Spike opened his mouth in shock, remembering the only official paper that stated him as-

“Or perhaps I should call you Spike Solaris?” Dainn asked in that same icy tone.

Now’s your chance, you idiot! Kill the fucker now! Spike shouted to himself internally but his body didn’t move, he wanted to do it but he knew everything was lost. Dainn was more than likely waiting for him to strike. There was no way he could pull off his attack now, he was going to die without taking Dainn with him. Meaning that Twilight and the rest of the females living under his care would suffer a fate he did not dare to imagine.

NO! I can still do it! Spike thought as he got up shakily from his throne. I can use this at my advantage, he thought grimly and feeling nauseous. Then he dropped to his knees in front of Dainn, his forehead hitting the ground loudly as his arms reached for the legs of Dainn.

“Please forgive me, my king! I-It was a secret since the day of my hatching!” Spike yelled to the ground. “I don’t know w-why that b-b-bitch did it, but after your arrival I was ashamed to admit I was related to t-that slut of Celestia in any way. The pain of calling that whorse my mother is greater than anything in the world, that’s why I n-never said a word, for I was afraid of your anger and distrust!”

Just a little more, just a few inches more! Spike continued to yell as he slowly advanced to Dainn until his hands reached the exposed part of his legs, just above his hooves.

Then he pressed his claws hard against his skin, trying to incapacitate him but, to his absolute horror, his claws didn’t pierce through the coat of Dainn. His coat is harder than my scales….. Spike thought direly, knowing that if the rest of his coat was as strong then not even his fangs would do any damage. He remained unmoving, letting his crying continue for almost a minute then he spoke again. “Please, forgive me, my liege!” Spike begged looking up to Dainn as best as he could, tears falling freely from his eyes.

I...failed.

Spike saw directly into the eyes of Dainn with great pain, guilt and sadness. There was no hope left.

Dainn smiled at the dragon. “Rise, Spike,” he ordered offering a hand to Spike. Spike took it hesitantly, his body and mind seemingly in auto-pilot.

“I understand your distraught, my boy, even I am ashamed to admit a lowly female gave birth to me. But if you look it in the proper way, its just nature itself acknowledging our might. Producing more worthy, strong and capable males is the only real use females have,” Dainn placed both of his hands over Spike’s shoulders.

“But I can’t imagine your grief, the humiliation you had to endure calling Celestia ‘mother’,” Dainn whistled before letting go of Spike, walking past him. “That’s why, today, you may have your revenge,” Dainn said as Celestia came crawling out below his bed.

Spike watched stunned as Celestia, his caring and always loving adoptive mother, stood up with a slight blush and a happy dumb smile.

“Come, stand by my side, Spike,” Dainn said.

Spike walked slowly and with heavy steps until he was at Dainn’s right side, his eyes never leaving the figure of Celestia.

Dainn took a step back and used his magic to bring his throne to him, the two pegasi mares crawling behind it. Sitting down on his throne again the two pegasi mares crawled until they were in front of him and his exposed phallus.

“Go ahead, ravage that slut as you wish, make your justice against the worthless bitch that dared to humiliate you for so long, just like that purple whorse back in your castle.”

“I-I….I c-can’t….” Spike whispered, his mind turning into a complete mess. “S-s-she….she’s your trophy, my king, I’m n-not worthy,” he managed to say before Celestia began to take slow steps towards him.

As Celestia approached, Spike couldn’t help but notice that her mane and tail were sparkly clean, just like her groomed coat that looked as white as clouds, promising to be just as soft and tender. Her borderline perfect hourglass figure was the envy of almost every mare in Equestria and the source of lewd dreams of stallions everywhere. Her breast big and marvelous, just like two delicious marshmallows ready to be enjoyed, her peachy pink nipples drawing attention to them due to their perky perfection.

Her stomach flat yet slightly muscular, proof that her inner muscles were powerful, ready to bring joy to her master. The way she swayed her hips was nothing short of hypnotic, showing just second long blurs of the pussy between her long, slender, beautiful legs. The red collar around her neck added some sort of kinky contrast, just like the wing sheaths on her back or her cutie mark.

Once she was standing in front of him, Spike focused on her face for a moment, her magenta eyes eyeing him almost like begging to be used as he desired. Her ears folded against her head shily. She was even wearing some make up over her eyelids in a light red tone, just enough to notice it making a charming contrast with her horn stump. And her lips painted with a gorgeous shade of pink, making them even more appealing and irresistible than they already were.

All in all, Celestia was beautiful in every way of the word. Seeing her this up-close after almost three years made Spike realize why Dainn didn’t allow anyone, but himself, to touch such a beacon of beauty and perfection.

“Choosing someone worthy or not falls directly into my jurisdiction alone. If I say you’re worthy, then you’re worthy, Spike. Now, go and experience what just a select few have enjoyed and make your justice upon my favorite cunt pet,” Dainn said clapping two times.

“Spike,” Celestia said with that same soft, gentle and graceful voice, taking another step closer to Spike and wrapping her fingers around his erection softly with one hand. “My strong, powerful son,” she sighed contently. “Leaving my stupid, ignorant and misleading self behind I even forgot about you. Master is so generous to give me this chance,” she leaned in giving a quick loving lick across his left cheek. “I was so blind before. Believing I was capable of thinking or using my empty mare brain to do anything besides what I was born to do,” she gave him another lick.

“My rebel sister, your aunt, is really stupid,” Celestia shot a disappointed glance at the cage her sister was in, just to a little behind to her right. “It’s so simple to be a mare….a female,” she said starting to jerk off Spike, while he, in turn, was frozen in his place.

“If only she could realize just how worthless mare kind truly is she would be happy…..content,” Celestia gave Spike a long lick along his trembling neck. “You taste so good, my wonderful son,” she whispered to his ear making his dick twitch in her hand. “Master blessed us all, showing us the light and freeing us from the dark ignorance we were trapped in. A female is meant to think with her cunt. So simple, just suck, fuck and serve our male masters, no matter who or what they are,” Celestia gave Spike a light peck on his lips, nothing but the whisper of a kiss.

“I had so many plans, for your pet bitch, for those useless cunts she called friends and for you, my magnificent son. But I did so much wrong to you. Me, a stupid mare cunt that is lower than the dirt you walk over. I beg you, punish and abuse me just like Master does. Show this once so called princess they joys of being raped by her son.”

Celestia ended her speech by planting a hard kiss on his lips, her tongue instantly finding his own, licking and sucking everything his mouth had to offer with her own. The loving hand around his cock gripping him harder while her pace remained slow and steady.

Spike simply let Celestia suck and please his tongue and cock. As Celestia did her work with her mouth and hand, both of Spike’s hands slowly rose behind her shaking uncontrollably.

From inside her cage Luna stared as Celestia continued to do her work on Spike, her eyes glanced at Dainn for a moment, he was smiling excitedly and his eyes were glued to the alicorn and the dragon, while the two pegasi caressed, massaged, lick and kiss his erect dick and balls tenderly and eagerly. Returning to the two figures standing before Dainn she saw Spike slowly lift up his trembling arms behind her sister. Then she focused on the only visible eye of the dragon.

It was wide open, unblinking. His small slit pupil resembling a thin line, seemingly devoid of life. She saw Spike wrap his arms around Celestia, tightly pressing her against him while he began to kiss the sun princess hungrily. Luna felt her stomach revolt with revulsion at the sight and the heavy sounds of slurping and moaning. A sight that was beginning to last more than what she expected. After a few more seconds Celestia began to twitch, the hand over the dragon’s cock slowing down while her free hand pressed against the body of the dragon somewhere. But no matter how much she moaned or twitched and trembled, Spike didn’t let go of her, he was, in fact, pressing harder.

Her eyes suddenly went wide.

I failed, I failed. Like I always do! Why must I be damn useless!? But if I can’t take Dainn with me then at the very least I’m going to end your torture, mom! You won’t touch her again, you fucking asshole! Spike shouted inside his head, pressing Celestia against him even harder, slowly suffocating her.

Dainn sat still in his throne, the smile on his face growing at the show Spike was giving him.

Spike deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue all the way inside Celestia’s throat effectively blocking her air duct. He felt the hand on his cock losing its grip when he casted a glance at Luna, she was looking up at him, her eyes wide with tears falling slowly across her cheeks.

Luna closed her eyes, slowly nodding, understanding what he was trying to do and that he wasn’t one of them. Happiness erupted from her heart, there were those that still fought against Dainn, his madness and the caribou. A sudden gasp of air made her snap open her eyes again, the tears were blurring the image, but she was able to see Celestia holding herself against Spike taking long breaths of air. And Spike holding her close as tears fell from his now normal looking eyes.

I…..I’m pathetic……. Spike thought regretfully, he was just seconds away from completing his small victory over Dainn when, looking at his aunt, he remembered Twilight, the females in the castle, Cheerilee and Zecora, his friends and all those who had any relation with him. What would Dainn do to them if he killed Celestia and died there and then? A simple question that betrayed him. He eased the hold around Celestia just enough to let her slip a little, her head suddenly resting against his right shoulder. He looked at Luna again, an apologetic look in his eyes. He saw her blink slowly again, almost like understanding him.

Spike snarled angrily feeling a great wetness against his crotch and legs.

“W-who gave you permission to cum, bitch!?” Spike asked angrily while his hands moved to Celestia’s butt, each hand squeezing and holding a buttock hard, spreading her ever so slightly making Celestia let out a depraved moan. He squeeze her even harder yet his claws never penetrated her coat. A momentarily realization hit him across the face before picking Celestia up and carrying her to the bed. Without any gentleness he tossed her on the bed, quickly climbing on top of her while using his hands to hold her arms in place above her head, meanwhile his legs spread hers wide.

“You worthless sow!” Spike shouted impaling his phallus inside her pussy in a single thrust. “You fucking useless whorse! Using me as your personal mail system, degrading me to be your so called ‘son in the shadows’, saying it was for my good when you treated me like a living joke!” he shouted angrily at Celestia’s face while his hips slammed constantly against her own, creating loud slaps of wet coat hitting his scales each time they met.

“Now look at you, moaning and crying out like a bitch in heat while your ‘son’ rapes your loose snatch!” Spike was fucking Celestia hard and fast, trying to get off as fast as he could while doing his best to ignore her moans, screams of pleasure and begs for him to go faster and harder, to hit her and make her scream for his delight.

Hot grief filled tears fell from his eyes and onto her face. He felt a hole form inside his stomach, urging him to vomit and he would have, if not for all the practice he already had suppressing that same feeling. Yet he couldn’t help but notice just how warm, tight, wet and soft her insides were and not only that, her muscle control was outstanding. Her pussy turning into a vice-like grip when he pulled out only to transform into a velvety softness that massaged his dick softly when he entered.

Not even Twilight, who was considered a national example of how a female should be like, could compare to the mastery his adoptive mother was showing to him first hand. She was without a doubt, thanks to his female handler abilities, the best female he had ever fucked. A fact that made him increase his pace, desperate to end even faster, uncaring for anything else around him.

Soon enough he came, forced to do so deep inside thanks to Celestia’s legs wrapping around him at the last moment. He roared letting a short stream of green fire leave his mouth upward. Once his climax ended he used his hands to push himself away from Celestia and the bed, he landed on the floor as he panted heavily. Looking to Celestia again he saw her breathing heavily and slowly sitting on the bed. She had her eyes half closed when she saw him with a big content smile on her face.

Looking a bit down Spike saw his own cum oozing out the pussy of the one he saw as his mother, it was a total mess. He saw Celestia guide one of her hands to her crotch, take a good amount of the cum flowing out of her marehood and then slowly eat it. She practically purred as she gulped bit by bit the cum of Spike, clearly enjoying the flavor immensely. Once there was no more of his cum to feed on she licked her lips soundly.

“To think I could’ve enjoy your taste long before, my strong and proud son-master, such a misguided fool I was,” Celestia said ending with an adorable giggle.

Spike was still trying to catch his breath when he glanced at Dainn, who was smiling like a fool at him. The two pegasi mares cleaning his cock, and their faces, of cum.

“You still have much more to avenge, Spike, don’t stop until that bitch can’t walk anymore. Show my pet the might of male superiority,” Dainn ordered, grabbing the breasts of one of the pegasi mares, pulling her up uncaring of her yelp of pain and placing his dick between her ample chest.

Spike gritted his fangs and got up, walking toward Celestia once again.

Please, forgive me.

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*Ponyville-Outside the Castle of Spike- 10:12 P.M.*

Spike was making his way to the entrance of his castle, his pace slow and collected. He took notice of a caribou guard standing just outside the doors, the caribou had to taken notice of him as well, since he began walking toward him. Spike didn’t stop as the guard reached him, saluting him quickly.

“Lord Spike,” the guard began. “Captain Harald wishes to express his utmost sincere apology for losing another shipment of sluts, especially those belonging to you, and wishes to repay you entirely.”

Spike grunted in acknowledgment. “How?”

“It was those blasted rebels again, my lord. They took every single one of those sluts and killed most of our guards, those that weren’t killed were taken prisoners or worse,” the guard said with a heavy taint of hate on his voice.

“Humph, matters not, those whores were beyond repair anyways. Tell Harald he has to pay me just half the amount, he lost valuable soldiers and will need to replace them.”

“Your generosity will be much appreciated, as always, my lord,” the guard saluted again before walking away.

Spike reached down to his left ‘pouch’ and pulled up a golden key. Moments later he was in front the doors of his castle and soon opened them. Once inside he locked the doors again, continuing his aimless walk knowing Twilight was taking care of the majority of his pets and sluts on training in the basement. A few minutes later he passed through the east wing of the castle, used to house his tamed black collar pets. He heard murmurs come out of the room and stopped, making his way slowly to hear what they were saying better.

“-mpt to escape? There aren’t any guards and that traitor can’t be everywhere at the same time,” said one gentle voice.

“We already told you, Hard Stump, there’s no use. This castle is in the middle of the town, the garrison is just a few blocks away, there are guards on every street,” another more mature and tired voice said.

“Not to mention the Everfree blocks one path, the farm another, Canterlot is just a couple hours away and we are wearing these,” the clunking noise of a collar reached him. “As long as we wear them we can’t even leave the castle without Spike himself or harm that fucking traitor of a princess. To think I was afraid of princess Luna, when she’s the only one that didn’t betray us,” a more bubbly voice said,many other females agreeing with her. “And do you really want to give up what we have here?” silence was her answer.

“I…...I want to thank master Spike for being so kind to me,” a young voice, no doubt a filly, said. “He gives me lots of kibble and water and he doesn’t…... put anything weird inside me, like that other old stallion did,” the filly said in an almost shaky voice.

“It ain’t perfect, but at least if we behave, do our jobs and keep our mouths shut we can live a pretty good life here,” another female said tiredly.

“You call this life?” said an angry griffoness. “If I could get this motherfucking collar off I would gladly start killing all of those fucking assholes,” she said spitefully.

“But at least we’re safe here, Merida, or do you want to return to the public stocks?” another female said in a cold tone, the gryphoness didn’t answer. “Be happy with what we get here under the care of Spike, most would give an arm to be on our place.”

“To think he was used to be that sweet dragon boy before the Fall, eh Blossomforth?” said another female.

“Yeah, you said it Carrot Top…...heh, a month before the invasion I was actually planning to ask him out on a date, and now I’m just part of his collection after he dragged me out of the public stocks, alongside many of us here, ain’t that hilarious?” Blossomforth said without sympathy. A sudden collective gasp made Blossomforth look back and her blood turn into ice.

“M-m-master…..g-g-g-goodnight,” she manage to stammer as the dragon looked down at her with indifference, and the rest of the females inside the vast room, most of them sitting in shock on their pony sized dog beds. She knew Spike was a good master but when angered or provoked he could be quite brutal, sometimes even more than the caribou. She trembled in fear and closed her eyes the moment he began walking towards her.

Spike knelt in front of her before petting her head tenderly. Blossomforth looked up and with a bit of confidence opened her eyes meeting that same indifferent look.

“Come with me,” he said in a neutral tone before getting up. Blossomforth got up and followed the dragon, expecting only the worst. She followed him across half the castle until they reached his room. “Wait here,” he commanded before entering his room.

A few minutes later he came out with a letter in hand.

“Give it to my top bitch when she’s done with her chores,” Spike said simply handing Blossomforth the letter as he walked past her.

“M-master, I-I’m sorry, please, forgive me,” Blossomforth said on the verge of tears.

“Bitch,” he said in almost a whisper stopping for an instant. “did you do all your chores and duties today?”

“Y-yes, Master.”

“Then do what I just told you to do and then go to sleep, understood?” he said before continuing his walk.

“Yes, Master!” Blossomforth said, silently grateful he hadn’t heard her. Or so she thought. She turned to leave and went on the opposite direction to where Spike was heading.

*Half an hour later- Main border with the Everfree Forest-*

“Is that Lord Spike?” a caribou said to his partner.

“I think so,” the other caribou answered while the dragon in question approached them silently. “Halt, Lord Spike.”

“Is there a problem, guards?”

The first caribou shook his head. “No, my lord. But could you please tell us where you are headed?”

“Inside the forest,” Spike said pointing to the road behind the guards. “Heard there were some pretty nice cunts over the hives, so I planned to do a late trip to see if there’s something worth getting out. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find a mongrel whore.”

“I’m terribly sorry, Lord Spike, but no one can enter the forest past the established hour and without a permit of captain Harald,” the other caribou guard said apologetically.

“And if I remember correctly taking whores from the hives is strictly forbidden, my lord,” the first guard added.

“Such a shame,” Spike breathed a small stream of fire over his hands, seconds later two small but very full bags of coins stood on them. “I’m sure these coins would love to depart from my hands.”

Both guards shared a quick glance, then they smiled and took each a bag of coins.

“Remember, I was never here and I might hire your services again,” Spike said as he walked past the guards.

“Who was never here? Do you know if someone beside us was never here with us, Boleg?” the first guard asked to his partner while putting the bag of coins inside his pocket.

“Just the wind, as always,” the other caribou answered, doing the same as his companion.

Spike said nothing and just kept walking down the road. He continued to walk across the forest without any eventuality, until the sudden screech of a pacifier resounded around him ever closer and closer. Then there was a moment silence followed by Spike shooting a hand in front of him, his pace never stopping.

In his hand was now a trapped pacifier, a disgusting creature of tentacles that resembled a sick mix between an octopus, a bat and some sort of insect that, by plunging their hidden appendage inside a female’s mouth, took control over their body. They were stupid creatures as well, they attacked almost everything that moved but only took the females to a hive or to a nearby depositor. Spike was holding it tightly across most of its body, the slight screeches it made indicating it was in pain. It was using its tentacle like wings to grip around his hand and let itself free to no avail.

Spike looked at it with a neutral expression, he huffed and snorted before squeezing the pacifier, violently, almost instantly making it’s internal organs pop out everywhere. He then tossed what remained in his hand carelessly to the side before breathing fire over his stained hand, burning the fluids and small remains of the creature and cleaning it at the same time.

He kept on walking down a seemingly invisible road across the thickness of the forest. After a long while he finally reached the limit of the ‘Safe Zone’, marked simply by a sudden change in the color of the foliage. While the safe zone was bleaker and more humid, past it was more colorful, warmer and most importantly the very air itself felt heavy. Not to mention the beasts inside were relentless and wicked, even more so than before the Fall.

Spike cared little for this and instead kept on walking on a very familiar road just him and other chosen few knew about. He just kept on walking undisturbed, until finally he reached his destination. He took a quick look to the castle ruins across the bridge before walking down some dirt stairs, leading to the cave in the base of the abyss between the forest and said ruins. Spike stopped outside the cave, looked around and then walked to a nearby giant boulder, big enough to cover the entrance of the cave easily. He dug his claws into the boulder and, with a loud grunt, picked the boulder up and walked to the entrance of the cave once again.

Spike turned around, his back facing the entrance of the cave, just before entering the cave until the boulder hit the borders of the entrance. The dragon give the boulder a tug before letting go of it, then he turned around to face the Tree of Harmony shining in all its glory. Spike took a few steps forward until he was just a few meters away from the Tree.

“So, you keeping the forest safe as always, eh?” Spike said to the Tree. “Last time I visited was two months ago, right? Sorry for the delay but it’s just that I was very, very busy as you can imagine. Ya know, trying to actually do fucking something to help, but you wouldn’t know much about that, would you?” silence met him.

Spike chuckled. “I know you’re alive, I mean, you gave Twilight, oh, please excuse me, you gave my top bitch a freaking castle with that magical box of yours, and you also need her and the other five to be the Bearers of the Elements, am I right? So at the very least you have to be sentient,” silence was his answer again. “But anyways, I just wanted to tell you Dainn finally took notice of me and I was summoned to meet him at Canterlot, all of that just this morning. So I went to meet the fucker king, ready and eager to kill him. And you know what? You know what!?” Spike asked angrily, his hands turning to fists as his entire body began to tremble with rage.

“Turns out I was doing what he wanted me to do, he found I’m Celestia’s adoptive son and, get this, I got to enjoy her eight times, oh and my dear aunt Luna two times, isn’t that great!? Isn’t that fucking hilarious, Tree!? Huh!? Why aren’t you laughing!? Aren’t you amused by seeing us suffer!? It’s so funny I can’t stop laughing! Ha, ha ha ha HA HA HA HA HA!” Spike began to laugh loud and hard, his emotionless laughter filling the entirety of the cave. He continued to laugh until, without any sign, he let out a mighty roar just before he broke into a run and hit the trunk of Tree as hard as he could, yet the Tree didn’t move nor any signs of Spike’s attack being effective showed. But that didn’t stop Spike from starting to punch the Tree repeatedly.

“When are you going to do something to help us, you useless piece of crystal shit! Haven’t they suffered enough? Are you punishing us or is this your idea of a joke!? Or maybe Dainn perverted you just like he did to the Crystal Heart!?” Spike shouted angrily, never stopping his relentless assault upon the Tree’s trunk.

“Why don't you answer to me!? You even gave me a throne of my own, I must mean something, anything to you, don’t I !? Haven’t I done enough? What more do you want from me!?” Spike gave one last tremendous punch to the Tree that made it shake a bit. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked down to see his hands, some of his scales broken while small stains of blood covered the back of his hands and the spot on the trunk he had been hitting so far.

“You want my life? T-take it. You want my mind and body? It’s yours. Just….just give me the same power you gave to my friends. Give me the power to save them, please,” Spike begged dropping to his knees. “Or are you trying to tell me I’m even more worthless than I thought?” silence met him once more. “I...I’ve done horrible, unforgivable things, Tree. I don’t …...it doesn’t……...I’m scared, Tree, the more I do them the easier it gets to swallow my guilt…...What if I turn into one of them, for real?” Spike said seeing his hands slightly covered in his own blood, clenching and releasing them constantly.

“I could end….myself…..but I won’t abandon Twilight again, I swore it,” Spike began to sniffle, then it turned into sobbing, then he whimpered and finally he cried. He cried his heart out like never before for the longest time in front of the silent, unmoving Tree of Harmony.

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*Ponyville- Three days later, Sweet Apple Acres- 9:24 P.M.*

Spike opened the door of the building he and his fellow Fakers used for their Poker Night. The moment he entered all eyes were set upon him, most of them glad to see him again. After leaving the Tree of Harmony he had spent the last three days secluded inside his castle, refusing to see or talk to anyone except for business.

Spike looked around the room closing the door with his tail, a smile forming on his lips when he saw his all of his friends once again and they in return smiled at him, yet he lost it the moment he saw a new, yet familiar, face sitting around the table.

“Spike?” the newest member whispered in disbelief.

“Soarin,” Spike said in an icy tone.

Before the Fall Soarin was the sub-commander of the Wonderbolts, the very first major group to give into the caribou, once the Fall settled in he was promoted to commander in chief, making most of his mare Wonderbolt comrades his personal pets and given a new elite squad under the name of Shadow Hunters. A group dedicated to find and capture any females attempting to run away or hide, but they also exterminated any signs of resistance or rebellion inside the cities.

He was also known to be especially brutal with his punishments, most of the time his pets would end up with broken bones, severe internal injuries or bleeding and, in some rare cases, in death. And was the owner of Rainbow Dash, whom he treated with special cruelty often putting her on the public stocks, rape exhibitions and many tournaments that he knew would lose only to beat her up. She being a national prize meant he could only go as far as to break a few bones every now so and again, opportunities he used to the fullest.

Spike had developed a deep hatred for the stallion whom he was sure was an Embracer, but seeing him sitting on his seat; trembling slightly and the look of fear and shame on his eyes. It reminded of himself just a little over six months ago. Spike made his way to Soarin, the stallion wearing his personal Shadow Hunter armor, once he was beside him he patted his shoulder twice.

“You’re among friends, Soarin,” Spike said with a small smile making the pegasus tear up a little.

“Spike,” Big Mac called. “Thank Celestia yer alright,” he said sincerely.

“There were rumors about you going to Canterlot, man,” Pokey said shaking hands with said dragon.

“Not rumors, facts,” Filthy said from his seat. “One of my contacts just confirmed me you were summoned by Dainn himself four days ago. Spike, what happened?” Filthy asked just as Spike took a seat for himself.

“Geez, Filthy, at least give Spike a so--”

“He wanted my services to train some new dick polisher maids for the guards around the castle, I’m expected to deliver in five days,” Spike said cutting Cranky off.

“How close did you get to that bastard?” Caramel asked anxiously.

“Close enough that I wrapped my arms around his ankles,” Spike said casually while the others looked at him in disbelief.

“You got to lay your hands on him and you didn’t kill that motherfucking tyrant!?” Soarin shouted, his entire body shaking in anger. Bulk Biceps and Thunderlane held Soarin tight, everyone else in the room was either baffled by Spike’s revelation or holding their anger at him.

“I had my chance, my hands around his stinking coat but my claws didn’t harm him,” Spike said in relaxed and mellow tone. “His coat is harder than my own scales, just as hard as the coat of Celestia and Luna,” Spike presented one of his claws, pressed and dragged a small line across his left arm, his claw making a strange clicking noise each time it passed a scale. Once he was done there was a barely visible white line marked the path the claw had taken, just to be replaced by some of his blood a second later.

“He didn’t yelped in pain or anything, he didn’t even felt it,” Spike smirked much to the confusion of his disheartened friends. “But he said he would need me in the future, meaning I can get more chances to be close to him and in the meantime find a weak point. It isn’t what I wanted but at least we still have some hope left. He also admitted to be getting increasingly worried about the rebels forces,” most of the stallions around the table nodded and sighed contently.

“But I’m not going to wait until that asshole calls me again, I’m going to find a way to destroy his ass no matter what the cost and for that I’m going to force him to notice me more; make myself indispensable for him.”

Almost the entire room fell silent, except for Filthy who sighed sadly.

“Spike, haven’t you done enough already?”

“I did nothing but hide inside my closet the day of the Fall, Filthy. No matter what I do it’ll never be enough to earn their forgiveness,” Spike sighed. “I’m already past the point of redemption, Filthy. Most of us are,” Spike said crossing his arms. “I don’t care what happens to me anymore, but if I’m going to die I’ll make sure to take Dainn with me.”

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*Griffon Kingdom - Outskirts of the Capital city Wind Heaven - Court of The Great Tribunal* Present Time.

“Can you imagine how frustrating it was to know how powerless I was every single fucking day?” Spike asked before letting out a small laugh.

“And so my old plan became my new plan, with a slight variation since I couldn’t tell my friends killing Dainn was impossible for me because he had, somehow, become the caribou equivalent of an Alicorn. I also didn’t tell them what I was forced to do, although I think Big Mac suspected it,” Spike looked up to the judges. “Most dragons love to brag about their power, or their hoards, but when compared to a fully grown alicorn? We are nothing, I’m right aren’t I, brother?” Spike asked to the paralyzed dragon judge.

“The next day I began to work tirelessly to achieve my new goal, but I had to be smart and not be caught. That was the tricky part given I’d soon be introduced to you, my dear Chrysalis,” Spike winked at a stunned Chrysalis.

“Having Soarin at our side would prove to come in handy in the future,” Spike snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah, Soarin wasn’t an Enslaved, he was a Corrupted, just sayin’. He was one of the first Corrupted to break from the brainwash, you see.”

The entire room was silent except for the minor sobbings Spike could hear behind him.

Empress Shifting Sands got up from her seat and began to make her way to where Spike was. As she got closer she finally let her tears fall and her arms open inviting Spike into a hug.

“M-my poor boy,” before she could reach half her way Spike got up.

“Stay back, Empress,” Spike warned with a dead serious tone making the Empress stop, looking at him confused and hurt. “I don’t like…..females touching me, not since the beginning of the Rise, its a personal matter so please, return to your seat,” Spike said politely, Shifting Sands wiped her tears with a hand before nodding and returning to her seat. Spike sat down as well.

“The next two weeks were unremarkable except for my little chats with Soarin. Around that time we also noticed that the frequency in which the Enslaved broke free from the brainwash all over Equestria and the Empire was increasing,” Spike closed his eyes. “Most didn’t survive or simply committed suicide, not that I can blame them for choosing death,” Spike opened his eyes again.

“It was during our next Poker Night when Filthy surprised me. He managed to arrange me a secret meeting with his most important and influential contact in Canterlot; “I don’t approve what you’re doing, Spike, but if you really want to go through with your plan you’ll need his help,” that’s what Filthy told me at the end of that Poker Night.”

“So then I prepared everything I needed to meet Filthy’s anonymous contact,” Spike chuckled coldly. “I was determined, you see, for if not even a Nightmare was interested in me, even though I was willing to sell my soul for power, then my only possible option left was to rise to power and use everything I could at my disposal to find a way to bring Dainn down,” Spike chuckled again.

Spike’s eyes turned white. “I just had no idea I was biting more than I could chew.”

Chapter 3 end.

Author's Notes:

Thanks for all who read it, you're amazing!

Since my friend Jake The Army Guy is currently quite busy, anyone that wishes to help me edit this chapter is welcome to do so, just PM me!

I've got 3 PM's asking me what Spike's voice sounds like, you'll find a link at the start of the first chapter to answer that question.