Chapter 11

The Ebonwood Forest, Valley of Wyver

Spike grunted softly while he concentrated on maintaining the emerald ball of flame contained between his palms. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done this before. In fact, he had performed this particular exercise dozens of times over the course of the past two months.

However, his task was made more challenging due to the fact that he was currently sitting cross-legged on a bolder underneath a roaring waterfall. That was the new wrinkle in his magic training today. Onyx claimed it was to help him concentrate on casting his flame, despite the most grueling circumstances.

She was an excellent magic teacher, both patient and understanding when it came to instruction. She also never got angry when Spike had any questions. Yet…Onyx was often an incredibly harsh mistress when it came to the physical aspects of the training itself.

In some bizarre and indescribable way, Spike actually appreciated her for being that way. It made the rest of his training seem like a cake-walk by comparison. Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean Ember or Winter Silk’s training didn’t put his body to the test. Both were equally satisfying and exhausting in their own way.

This was especially true if Winter happened to be feeling frisky. Considering that it was practically the albino woman’s default setting, Spike rarely went more than a day without engaging in some form of sex.

The young man smiled to himself. How different things were from his old life! Merely three months ago, he was still a doe-eyed virgin, content to imagine bedding the beautiful women he saw in magazines. Now, however, he had become so familiar with the soft contours of Winter’s pussy that fucking her felt like wearing a well-worn and extremely comfortable pair of shoes (an ironic comparison considering that he now walked around barefoot).

It was crazy how many different positions and techniques she knew. Hell, they’d pretty much had sex just about everywhere at this point. One of his favorite things to do with her was a game she devised a few days after he’d returned from training with Ember.

He would eat his breakfast on a cushion and she would crouch in-between his legs and suck his manhood for all it was worth. It was a light-hearted contest to see how long he could continue eating without blowing his load. Due to her superior skill, Winter won the vast majority of the time.

In order to concede defeat, he would use his own mouth to pleasure her. Spike honestly never really considered “losing” to Winter a defeat at all. He loved how she tasted and it was always satisfying to hear the adorable little squeaks and moans she let out when his tongue writhed around inside of her.

Spike felt his loins begin to stir, even though the water crashing down on him was absolutely freezing. He slowly cracked open one of his eyes to see if Onyx was still nearby. While his mentor wasn’t particularly prudish, she didn’t approve of Spike becoming distracted by beautiful women or other lustful thoughts while they were training.

He agreed with her for the most part, but sometimes…his mind would wander. And being the hormonally charged teenager he was, such thoughts were often difficult to dismiss once they began. Spike opened his other eye only to discover that he was now sporting a full-blown erection. Worse yet, Onyx happened to be standing in the pool of water before him with a sour expression on her face.

“Is there ever a moment when you aren’t thinking about sex, Master Spike?”

Spike felt some of the blood rush to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Onyx. Sometimes, my mind begins to wander and I ermm—have a difficult time not imagining certain things.”

“You are forgiven, but please try to focus on the task at hand. Magical prowess in battle can often tip the odds in your favor. If you are only thinking of ways to wet your manhood, you will never become a proper warrior. But…at least you seemed to have maintained your fireball.”

Spike stood up slowly, so as not to slip on the boulder he had been sitting on. Even though she was in full lecture mode, Onyx made no effort to avert her gaze from Spike’s awkwardly bobbling erection. Under normal circumstances, simply diving underwater would have been enough of a shock to quell the heat in his loins.

That was one of things that happened when you started living as a full-time nudist. You got used to temperature variations. It wasn’t as if the Wyver Valley was cold or anything. No, it was actually incredibly mild, bordering on hot, most of the time. The climate was the exact reason why the Wyvertii saw no need to don clothing in the first place.

Spike’s current problem had more to do with the fact that he’d been sitting under a waterfall for the past hour. His skin had simply gotten used to the cold water. Diving in wouldn’t have done him any good at all.

Spike felt a tiny surge of pride well up in chest because he had, in fact, managed to keep his fireball from going out. Yet, it was only a small consolation for the sheer embarrassment he was feeling under Onyx’s scrutiny. He wanted nothing more than to go hide in some bushes and forget this ever happened.

“Well, umm… what exactly do you want me to do?”

Onyx stared at him. “Excuse me?”

“I can’t exactly do very much training when I’m all hard like this. Knowing my luck, I’d probably end up whacking my dick against something…”

“For Delmira’s sake! I swear you’re just like Lord Torch! He may be the ruler of our people, but he’s always constantly thinking about sex. I suppose, if you truly must, I will allow you to relieve yourself. Do it now before I change my mind.”

Spike nervously shuffled his feet. “Would you mind turning around?”

“Why are you acting so nervous, Master Spike? I have lived for several centuries and I assure you that I have seen many penises over the course of that time. Go about your business and do it quickly. I’d like us to do some spell casting before dinner.”

Spike tried to stroke himself a few times, but it didn’t do any good. The whole situation was simply too embarrassing and awkward for him to continue. The complete lack of lubrication made it a bit more uncomfortable as well. He blushed and lowered his head dejectedly.

“I-I can’t do it.”

Onyx let out a frustrated snort. “Figures. I just can’t understand why you’re having so much trouble. With all the bragging Winter Silk does, you seem to have absolutely no issue relieving yourself when she’s around.”

“Ah… that’s because she uses her mouth. You know b-because there’s more lubrication? We’ve been having sex for a while now, so we’re used to each other’s bodies and uhh... needs. It’s too embarrassing having someone else watch!”

Onyx rubbed her temples. “I suppose there’s no helping it. Stand still and spread your legs apart slightly.”

“Okaaaay, but why do I nee—”

Before Spike could utter another word, Onyx slid behind him and held his arms in a lock to prevent him from moving. Despite how muscular she was, Spike could easily tell she had the soft, smooth skin of a woman who took excellent care of her body.

His penis twitched slightly when he felt her breasts press firmly against his back. Whatever his mentor was planning, it wasn’t doing much in the way of making his erection disappear. If anything, it only made him even hornier.

Onyx summoned a sooty black flame in her free hand. “I know this spell may seem dangerous, but I assure you that it is completely safe. Once I am finished casting it, you are NOT to utter a word about it to anyone. Do you understand?”

Spike swallowed the lump forming in his throat and nodded. The young man practically shuddered when he felt Onyx gently press two of her fingers against that wonderful spot just beneath his balls. A distant part of his mind recalled reading about it in one of Twilight’s books. It was apparently the male equivalent of a G-spot.

He was about to complain because Onyx wasn’t really doing anything more than applying pressure to the spot. That is… until he felt a warm, yet ridiculously pleasant tingling sensation run the whole way up his dick. In mere seconds, he already felt like he was going to explode. This was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

Spike whimpered. “I can’t—hold it back—much longer…”

“Then don’t. That’s what the spell is designed for. Just let it all out.”

Spike didn’t need to be told twice. He finally stopped holding back and allowed the spell to run its course. Unable to help himself, he moaned loudly while shooting few globs of sticky cum into the grass below. In reality, the act only took a few moments, but to him it was the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.

With his balls now completely drained, the young man slumped into Onyx’s waiting arms. Fortunately, his penis was now completely flaccid but the spell had taken a lot of energy from him. When the post-orgasmic haze finally cleared, he stared back at his mentor with a goofy expression.

“How did you do that? I don’t even—just wow! It felt like all of my energy was being drained out of my dick. That was insane…”

Onyx coughed and blushed. “Any Wyvertii as ancient as Lord Torch is tends to build up quite a bit of sexual stamina over the centuries. I developed that spell in order to help him ermm… hasten the release of his seed and, of course, make him experience extreme pleasure while doing so.

“As for feeling weak, that is an unfortunate side-effect of the spell. It is essentially a modified healing spell, designed to stimulate your entire penis via the prostate gland. I do not… need to use it very often. But you can understand why I want you to keep it a secret, right?”

Spike laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I completely understand. But for what it’s worth, I think it’s an awesome spell. Wait a second. You said you don’t need to use it very often. Does that mean you have crazy sex with Lord Torch all the time?”

“That is none of your business, Master Spike! Suffice to say, Lord Torch and I often enjoy each other’s company when time allows. Now, we should move on to our sparring session before it becomes too late. We’ll start with battle magic first.”

Hall of Flames, Brimstone

Spike dragged his weary carcass out of the baths and towards Lord Torch’s chambers. Almost the entire time he’d been sparring with Onyx, they were practicing combat magic. When he first started his magic training, he’d been amazed at just how versatile the Wyvertii were at crafting spells. Much to his surprise, he found out early on that he was quite adept at healing magic, but that was not the case with battle magic.

Onyx mentioned that it had something to do with nature of his scroll-sending spell. It was more passive in nature, thus was considered to be part of the healing/utility tier of spells. Battle magic, on the other hand, was destructive and required more power and intent from the caster. Spike had never been much of a fighter.

That pretty much came with the territory when one was raised within the confines of most peaceful country on the planet. Needless to say, it took him a long time focus his will on trying to destroy or cause harm to something on purpose. He was still a bit sore from taking so many hits, but taking and bath and getting a massage afterwards did wonders to dull the worst of it.

He gently knocked on Torch’s door, expecting a handmaiden to answer but he was pleasantly surprised to hear the ancient Wyvertii’s voice instead. The interior of the room was just as lavish as Spike expected: furniture crafted from the finest woods, priceless tapestries hung all over the walls, a gigantic bed with silken sheets in the corner, and an ornate granite fireplace as the centerpiece.

Torch stood in front of the fireplace, drinking from a simple pewter goblet. He motioned for Spike to stand next to him. The young man obliged, and was rewarded with a goblet of his own. When he took a whiff of it, his nostrils were immediately assaulted by the cloyingly sweet scent of honey and berries. He sipped from it gingerly, but still ended up coughing. It was some seriously strong stuff.

Torch chuckled. “You just drank the most valuable liquor I have in my possession. It’s a rare blend made from our own honey and Crystal Berries from the Empire. I got that about—hmm—I believe just over a thousand years ago. Yes, that sounds about right.”

“Are you sure you want me drinking this?!”

“Aye, I’m certain. I wouldn’t have offered it to you, if I wasn’t. Just relax and enjoy it.”

Spike took another sip. “Not to be rude, sir… but why did you ask me to meet you here?”

“I wanted to check up on your progress and reminisce about the past. More specifically, I wanted you to see the portrait of your parents.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I almost forgot about that.”

Torch patted him on the back. “It’s ok lad. I understand that you’ve been busy. And it shows! Why, you’ve put on quite a bit of muscle since you first arrived. I imagine the women are practically throwing themselves at you while you walk about the market place!”

“Well, I noticed that a lot of women have recently started flirting with me. One of them e-even tweaked me on the behind! I’m just glad Ember wasn’t around to see it…:”

Torch laughed. “True. Ember has never been one to conceal her jealously very well. But I have to ask: how are things going between you and my daughter?”

“Pretty good, I think. She’s still really reserved about showing me affection in public, but we’ve made quite a bit of progress since we started training together. We still ermm… haven’t had sex yet either. But that’s ok! I don’t want to force her or anything.”

Torch rubbed his chin. “Aye, that’s for the best. Bless your heart, Spike. I admire your patience and dedication. I doubt that I would’ve been able to do the same had I been in your situation.”

“I think Ember’s worth it, even though she can be difficult to deal with sometimes. That’s what we do when we love someone, right?”

Torch hummed in agreement and gently gripped Spike’s shoulder. The conversation lulled into silence, but it was far from uncomfortable. The two men felt like there was little else they needed to say. After enjoying the warmth of the fire for a few moments, Spike took the time to glance up at the mantle. Right above it, he noticed a stunning portrait of a young Wyvertii couple reclining on a cushion.

The man in the portrait was clearly not a warrior. He possessed muscles, but they were the wiry sort that one got from a lean lifestyle rather than training or hard labor. That didn’t mean he wasn’t handsome. His chestnut-colored hair was slicked back in a style reminiscent of Canterlot’s elite businessmen during the turn of the century.

Other than that, the man was rather average in most regards. Though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, Spike noticed that Wyvertii artists painted every detail of a person’s anatomy with one hundred percent accuracy. The young man nearly choked on his drink when he noticed how thick the guy’s penis was. It obviously wasn’t as big as Torch’s, but it was still impressive to look at in a totally non-homosexual way.

Spike quickly regained his composure and took a look at the woman in the portrait. She was significantly taller than the man, by at least a head. But that didn’t stop the woman from placing an affectionate hand atop her love’s hip. Despite her height, she was fairly curvy. Not exactly fat, per say, but it was easy to see that her buttocks and breasts were filled to delectable proportions.

Even though she possessed a voluptuous body, the thing the stood out the most about the woman was her hair. If Spike didn’t know any better, he’d swear that it was the same color as… his own? Even her eyes were same shade of emerald. What were the odds? Thinking back to Twilight’s lecture on genetics, he realized that eye color had a lot to do with heredity.

Spike nearly dropped his goblet. “Those are my parents, aren’t they? OH GODS! I was ogling my own mother! Gaaaahhhh!”

“Aye, they are. There’s no need to feel ashamed about seeing your mother that way. Even I thought she was one of the most beautiful creatures to ever step foot in Brimstone. Your father was an incredibly lucky bastard to have won the affection of your mother.”

Spike blushed profusely. “The thickness of his junk probably had a lot to do with it. At least I can see where I got it from.”

“Indeed! Perhaps that might have been part of it, at least initially. Those two were madly in love with one another. They would go on for hours discussing magic, history, science, and other scholarly things. I won’t go into detail what they would do afterwards. But I can say that you are most definitely a direct result of their ‘post-discussion’ activities.”

Spike felt like he was going to throw up. “I hope they didn’t make too much of a mess in the library…”

“I hate to tell you this lad, but they were always messy. Luckily, they had the sense to put away all the scrolls before they started fucking. By Delmira, the handmaidens certainly didn’t care about the damned scrolls. They just hated cleaning up after those two all the same!”

Despite all of the embarrassing details, Spike was glad to have seen the portrait of his biological parents. He took another look at the portrait again, and he could tell by the smiles on their faces that they were a happily married couple. A profound feeling of loss welled up in his chest.

His parents, no doubt, had loved him dearly when he was born. But he would never personally experience their love firsthand. It was not as if he didn’t love Celestia or Twilight, but he found himself shedding a few tears for the family he would never meet. Much to his shock, Torch wrapped him in a surprisingly gentle hug and rubbed his back.

“Go ahead and cry, lad. Delmira knows I loved them too. I’m certain that if Viridian and Elm were still here, both of them would be fiercely proud of you. All that I ask is to honor their memory in your heart.”

Torch, in many ways, was like the father-figure he never had growing up. There were precious few male role models in his life, save for Shining Armor. But the relationship between them was more brotherly than that of father and son. He took Torch up on his offer and wept openly into the older man’s chest. It only lasted for a few moments, but once Spike was finished, Torch gave him a warm smile.

“Do you feel better now?”

Spike sniffed. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“There is no shame in grieving your loved ones’ passing. You have nothing to apologize for. Are you certain that you feel better? Should I summon the handmaidens to fetch us some more spirits?”

Spike hiccupped. “No, that won’t be necessary. I umm—thanks for letting me cry on you. It really did make me feel better. I hope that I… didn’t get too much of my snot on your chest.”

“Think nothing of it, lad. A good soak in the bath will clean all of that up. Now that you’ve got that out of your system, there is something else important we need to discuss.”

“Sure, what is it?”

Torch pointed to a tapestry on the wall. “What do you see depicted there?”

“It looks like a bunch of people dancing around and drinking. Umm… why is that so important?”

Torch smiled. “Whenever the Gauntlet of Fire occurs, we hold a massive feast the day prior in order to honor the brave souls who decide to participate. It has been a Wyvertii tradition for many generations.”

“That sounds like fun. Wait a second! There’s something you’re not telling me, right?”

Torch snapped his fingers. “I knew you were a clever one. The tapestry you see before you is an extremely simplified version of what actually happens. To put it plainly: there will be plenty of drinking, dancing, and fucking going on. Sometimes, all three at once. I warn you lad, most people won’t care who happens to see them that night. Who knows? You might even be invited to join in.”

Spike’s mouth suddenly became dry. Torch was making it sound like this Wyvertii feast was essentially just a massive orgy. He couldn’t deny that he loved having sex. That was a given. But he was more than a little leery at the idea of just randomly going around and banging any pretty girl that gave him a wink or a nod.

He already knew how Winter would feel about it. She’d probably drink like a fish, dance a little bit, and fuck just about anything on two legs. But what about Ember? Was she even going to attend at all? Spike highly doubted it. While the offer was extremely tempting, the young man decided that it would probably be for the best if he just invited Ember over to his house for the duration of the festivities.

Spike let out a disappointed sigh. “I don’t think I can go, sir.”

“Delmira’s silky snatch! Are you mad? You are the very reason we’re holding this feast in the first place. Do you wish to waste the townsfolk’s hard work and preparation? What’s gotten into you, lad?”

Spike bit his lip. “Well, I’m worried about Ember. As much as I’d like to go, she probably won’t want to. I want to make sure that she isn’t lonely during the night of the feast.”

“Ah, is that all? A noble reason, but it’s all for naught.”

“But… why?”

Torch wrapped his arm around Spike’s shoulder. “Because my daughter informed me yesterday that she shall be attending the feast. You should feel very lucky, lad. She’s only going because of you.”

“Really?”

Torch grinned. “Indeed. Oh, and I should mention that she plans on surprising you with a gift when she arrives. As for what that is, I won’t tell you. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I did.”

Immediately, Spike’s mood soared upon hearing the good news. Granted, he was still a little nervous about what he would find at the feast. But it was a good kind of nervous. Nervous-cited as Pinkie Pie would often say. Yes, it was going to be obscenely difficult to control his urges that night, but at least Ember was going to be there with him.