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Spike walked through the cave, the clacking of armor echoing off the stone walls, the weight of the sword tied around his waist a constant reminder of why he was here. When the girls had asked, he had brushed them off. I could see it in their eyes when we last spoke. A dragon weaker than ponies? That wasn't right in any sense—how could he expect to protect his friends if he was weaker than them?

Hence the weights. Hence the training. Hence the sleepless night treks scouting for any leads. Hints, hoofsteps, traces lingering magic; all leading him right here. To this cave. Spike had found it himself, and he would conquer it himself.

“She has to be here,” he whispered to himself. “After what she did to the changelings..to my friends... there's no way she's escaping this cave! I'll defeat Chrysalis myself. Tie her up and throw her at Twilight's hooves. That'll get me the respect I deserve.”

And why shouldn't he be the one to take down the former changeling queen? A dragon would be the best choice for this kind of mission. Going solo, he wouldn't pull any unnecessary attention. With his scales, he'd be more resilient than a pony and more resistant to magic. Plus, his training of the sword and the ferocity of his claws now rendered him a dangerous foe.

Only, the girls didn't fully believe that yet. Doing this—capturing Chrysalis—would prove his strength to everyone once and for all.

Spike nearly grinned when the cave texture changed. Neon-lit vines poked out through the cracks and holes decorating the stone walls. The grey ground rose by an inch, covered by a cocoon of black, much like that of a changeling's back.

So the rumors were true! Chrysalis really did outfit a cave in the Everfree to be her new lair, Spike thought to himself. Stomping footsteps echoed into the air up ahead. And by the sound of it, she's home to welcome her first visitor!

Spike dashed across the plastic feeling ground. In the distance, faint words and hollow giggles rang off the walls, louder and closer with every corner he cut around. The cocoon casing leaped off the ground and stretched up alongside the walls, the cave turning into a hive leading straight to its owner's lair.

“I know you're here, Chrysalis!” Spike came skidding around the last corner—the one that opened to a chamber. Circular in nature, along it, were cauldrons and black eggs, with chains dangling from the walls and green webs strung across the ceiling. “You've spent enough time hiding. Come out and face me!”

Chrysalis revealed herself. At the center of the chamber, half a rock protruded out from the ground, its top sheared off and flat—a centerpiece on which evil itself took its stand.

“How unfortunate. I've been found out.” Chrysalis stood over the bubbly cauldron, grinning at her reflection within the foul substance. “I was beginning to think that you ponies had given up finding me. What a shame that would be! All hiding and no fighting.” She slowly turned around from her work, approaching the edge of the platform. “For a while, I thought that you ponies were the cowards!”

And then she came over the edge, letting her gaze sweep across the room, then frowned when she saw nothing. Tilting her head slightly with a raised eyebrow, her attention was drawn to coughing from below.

“Yeah, hi.” Spike lowered the fist he had coughed into to his side, letting his body shift to his left hip into a fighting stance. “Your opponent here. All dragon; no pony. That won't be an issue, will it?”

“You. You're that little dragon that thrived in being Twilight Sparkle’s shadow, are you not?” Chrysalis lifted a hoof to her mouth, cackling against it. “What's the matter? Were you alerted of my hive, only for them not to believe you? They are fools for disbelieving you, and you are more of a fool for coming to face me alone..”

Spike dropped his shoulders. “That was kind of the point. It was me, and me who found you myself, fair and square!”

“And why would you desire a thing like that?”

“Because if I take you down—“ Spike's claw hovered over the hilt of his sword, digits brushing against its pommel “—then the world will have no choice but to acknowledge my existence! I won’t be an extension of Twilight any longer!”

When Chrysalis pulled down her hoof, she revealed she'd been grinning all along, the glint of her teeth exposed. She stood tall, eyes alight with embers of green lit underneath, a voice booming with life. “Foolish, but interesting! You've become your own dragon, alright. But do you wish to know what I desire from this world?”

Spike pulled his sword out from its sheath. He stopped only halfway. “Sounds like something you can tell me from inside a cage.”

“Allow me to tell it to you now, should you be the one to wind up inside that cage.” Chrysalis felt so full of herself! It'd been weeks, no, months since she'd had contact with another. And for him to be a dragon! A big, bulky, strong dragon determined to take her down... it lit her core with the flames of passion! “I don't desire a thing from the world. Unlike you, my fate doesn't depend on others.”

Chrysalis walked back and forth along the rock. Her thin tail flicked about in the air, though she didn't seem aware, her excitement finding expression through everything her body had. “My plan is to defeat you now, with my own hooves and magic, and watch the despair of defeat crush all your cute little ambitions.”

Spike should have been holding his sword (or his stomach) tighter, but instead, his claw rose to his face. More specifically, over his snout, which his palm soon pressed against. He watched the girl walk back and forth, letting her rump stride right before his eyes, her tail lifted to reveal... to reveal... revealing...

“After crushing you, I'll throw what's left of your husk before your friends.” Chrysalis laughed as she turned around, intending to be menacing by showing her back to her foe... along with her flanks and what laid beneath and between them. “Then I'll conquer them, one by one until besting Twilight. Oh, Twilight, Twilight, Twilight!”

Spike turned his head away slightly, using his other claw to rub along his eyebrow. He kept his eyes on his foe. What? What if she was planning to attack him without any warning? His eyes needed to stay on her at all times... even if that included... staring at what was between her legs.

“With her crushed, I'll throw her before this world you speak of—and destroy it!” Chrysalis raised a hoof while she laughed, it echoing off the cave walls. The sound of something splattering also echoed, from both the changeling and the dragon. “That will be my revenge. We haven't even gotten to my desire, which is to... why are you looking away from me?”

Spike tightened the hold on his snout. His grip was on the precipice of breaking bones, but he held on, even when his purple scales turned red. “In an attempt to resist your c-clever ploy! How... did you know my weakness was cute girls?”

“C-Cute?” Chrysalis's black cheeks transitioned into a light pink, the eyes above blinking. Seconds later she shook her head, waving a hoof in the air. “You dare call me such a thing! What ploy do you even speak of, dragon?”

“The show you're putting on.” Spike blinked. Pulling his claw away, blood dripped both from its contours and his snout, both droplets pelting against the red puddle between his feet “Don't... tell me you had no idea this whole time.”

Chrysalis's face scrunched up. “Speak clearly, dragon. How are you bleeding when our combat has not even begun?”

Spike, instead of taking insult, pointed a blooded claw at her. Well, not exactly at her, but rather, pointing at her rump. From the tip of his index finger, blood dripped—but it wasn't the only thing dripping in the cave.

“Have you checked in with your tail lately? Maybe what you've got underneath it?” Spike let his claw fall back against his side. He staggered back a step, off-balance from the blood loss. “Not that I've been looking on purpose, of course!”

Chrysalis glared at him for a second, suspecting a trap, but the dragon seemed too much like a goof to be that clever. So she took him at his word. Bringing her muzzle across her barrel, she glanced at her tail—seeing it raised and the goods underneath exposed.

“Y-Y-You creep!”

“H-Hey! Don't blame me, queeny!” Spike stumbled a step forward, shaking his head, spewing blood along his sides. He raised a digit of his claw, swaying it around like he was drunk. “I'm not the one showing off my neon pussy and ass to her opponent! A-And I told you, didn't I?”

Chrysalis glared at him.

“Besides!” he continued with a smirk. “I'm not the only one who’s made a puddle now, am I?”

“Explain. Now. Dragon.”

“Don't have to.” Spike was outright grinning now, feeling like, before the battle, he had already bested his foe. The weight of doubt had dropped from his chest, leaving him feeling refreshingly empty for when the real fight took place. “You've checked underneath your tail, but have you seen the ground between your legs?”

Chrysalis face became pinker, the color boiling from a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Much to her chagrin, she glanced down at her hind hooves. There, a small, thick, puddle pooled, it growing larger as droplets pelted into it.

The changeling queen's pink cheeks then went red. She had been feeling good all over! A pleasant heat from inside her body pressing out all over her body, feeling more intense at her rump, a pleasurable burning itching from her pussy.

“I, uh, hmm.” Spike looked down, coughing. “Do you get many visitors, or...”

Chrysalis turned around at once, her forehoof stepping into the puddle she had created. Her body froze, then shivered. The heat of her body went from great to horrible in mere seconds. “I enjoy my own company enough, thank you very much! I swear this is a nightmare.”

Spike raised his head with a semi-guilty expression. “I'm sorry to hear that? I... dunno. Should we just fight then? Would that make you feel better?”

“Let's.” Chrysalis hopped down from the rock, landing against the ground with a clattering of hooves. Behind, her rump continued to burn, her shimmering vulva demanding to be pressed and rubbed against the rock—anything to cool her privates. “Once you're dead, I can put this mess—“

Spike chuckled.

“—behind me.” She walked forward, shaking her head. “Then forget about it as quickly as possible.” She stopped a foot away from the dragon, both of them standing eye to eye, each becoming stiff. “Ready yourself, dragon.”

Spike nodded. His claw went back to the hilt of his sword, his eyes set on her long, black horn, it sparking to life with magic. A swirling field of thin, neon green covered it, concentrating with power the brighter it glowed.

Then, they were ready. Her horn charged and his sword drawn, the two were ready for combat, each glaring into the other's eye and... feeling strangely aroused. Spike himself should have attacked long ago, throwing the first swing, but her eyes... the soft green glow of Chrysalis eyes had him staring into them more than he would have liked.

Why was this? It was because her eyes reminded him so much of his own—if only older and dimmer from a longer life weighed down by experience. But that made them more attractive in a way. Seeing her eyes, green and glowing, a dim flame underneath, which still made them brighter than most.

Chrysalis had life to her. Despite her failings and wickedness, there was something inherently sexy about a girl, thrown down, going back for more and more with renewed vigor each time. Perseverance, more than anything, was sexy.

And Chrysalis... due to her evil nature, she should have struck long ago—but didn't. There was something about the dragon before her that enamored her. If she had to guess, it would be the youth and passion he exuded.

Spike's eyes, green, like her own, were similar in other ways. Their surface appeared faded by let down after let down, but even then, the flame behind them—the will of improving youth—burned brighter than any she'd gazed into from her own kind. That determination, plus the cute shyness he displayed earlier at seeing underneath her rump, lit a fire both in her loins and her heart.

The queen didn't want to admit, but so far, this kind of dragon was the kind she fancied. And this was after so much time away from anyone. Could her body be blamed for being denied contact for so long? Especially that kind of contact?

Having firm lips against her own. Feeling a claw slide up and down her body, appreciating her casing, each stroke daring further down her barrel. That shiver of anticipation of his palm nearing her flanks, which were beyond tight at the surface, but softer than any pony below that—relieved by a throaty moan when his claw slapped down on her cheeks, feeling each with enough to fill past each of his digits.

Chrysalis blushed. The splattering of her juices pelted at the ground beneath her, which she quickly coughed over, increasing the swirl of magic to cover the sound. This could not go on for much longer! She had to defeat the dragon now... and then take care of herself later.

“Before we begin this, dragon.” Chrysalis swallowed the lump in her throat, letting her eyes dart away but for a moment. “Tell me this. Was the sight, you know, b-b-back there unpleasant at all?”

Spike blinked. “Whuh?”

“Answer the question!”

“...I guess not?” Spike had been holding his sword up, with its length pointing down, its tip directed between her eyes. He lowered the blade slightly, the absurdity of the situation draining all seriousness he had held for combat. “I mean, I lost a lot of blood over it—to the point I thought it was a stunt.”

Chrysalis's gaze settled back on him, though her head was bowed, an inch below his. She looked shy, almost like a filly asking for something sensitive from a stallion. Her eyes struggled to stay on him, knowing they had to for them to appear strong, but failing to keep with that goal.

“So... am I what's referred to as a ‘sexy mare’, then?”

“Kinda?” Spike let his right shoulder, and thus, his sword, lower. He considered the question with a thoughtful expression. “If you ask me, you're kinda a step above a normal mare.” His other claw became straight in the air to illustrate this point. “Because you're different and stuff. And when it comes to back there, uh, your slit kinda glows green—and your... stuff is different from a mare’s.”

Chrysalis looked away once again. Her cheeks had gone from red to pink again. “In what way?”

“Well, it's more clear, kinda looking like—I dunno—gel in a way?” Spike cocked his head to the left, glancing down at the puddle behind her hind legs. “It exudes its own light, which is pretty freaking cool, and the smell is even better than that.”

“Smell?”

“Your scent. Uh, musk?” Spike glanced down with his cheeks becoming pink. “Your smell is pretty dense. But in a good way. It really draws the a-attention to you and stuff. Regardless of how this goes, I don't think you h-have to worry about attracting a mate of any kind.”

Chrysalis looked back at him. Her lips were in a frown. A forced frown. The queen wanted nothing more than to smile, and the edges of her lips kept pulling for it. But she couldn't smile! The dragon would know he had an effect on her—which he didn't!

“Your honesty is appreciated, dragon.” She took a step back. “It should be noted that you are rather, er, handsome yourself. You are the kind of dragon appealing to all—if only to changelings, at least. Your sharp muzzle, slender frame, and burning eyes are all attractive attributes to have.”

“Huh. Thanks for the ego boost, I guess?” Spike shook his head, his shoulders slumping; his eyes dropping. “Weird it's coming from a villain.” He looked back up at her, smiling. “But I'll take what I can get. So, thanks.”

“No problem.” Chrysalis now couldn't stop herself from smiling, it felt a little dorky on her face, which made her only want to laugh—which would have made her feel even dorkier! What effect was this dragon having on her, or was it her loneliness rendering her desperate enough to make anyone seem attractive? “The idea of you being a hero is also very stunning. Armor and sword compliment you well. So never lose your determination and giddiness, young one.”

“Will do.” Spike also stepped back, feeling strange about himself and her. “So, uh, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but since we've got everything out in the open, it feels right I should get this last part out.” He lowered his sword to his side for the moment. “When I saw your... crotch, my snout wasn't the only thing that was dripping.”

“Oh.” The words echoed in Chrysalis mind a few more times. She was an older girl, so she never expected to have that effect on those younger than her. It was the reason why it took so long for her mind to jump to that answer. “O-Oh!”

“Yeah, right.” Spike coughed into his forearm. Done, he took a stance, readying his sword. “So, let's get this fight on. Victor and loser tell nothing to anyone else about this, deal?”

“Very well, dragon.” Chrysalis flung her hooves into the air, feeling the space growing with power, then throwing her forehooves to the ground while her horn exploded with a burst of green magic. The pleasure of her body had found a new outlet! “The winner, who will be me, shall not lord all of this over the loser.”

Spike sighed. “At least you're understanding!”

The dragon and the changeling launched themselves at the other, screaming, though it was for reasons beyond combat. Chrysalis, rearing on her hind legs, blew a blast of magic from the tip of her horn—it gliding through the air, approaching the drake, who then slashed it along the middle. The blade dispersed the ball of magic. It blew up in a tiny blast.

“What! I-Impossible!” Chrysalis had no time to whine. The clacking of the dragon's steps continued toward her, not having lost his momentum from his attack, charging her still. With a growl, he threw himself against her chest, throwing their bodies against the rock behind her. “It shouldn't be! How could—“

“A dragon like me deal with magic?” Spike smirked, putting a wrist against her throat. With his other claw, he held up the silver blade, it shining softly into her eyes. “Sword enchanted with magic to dispel. Match that with my scales and armor, and your horn becomes pretty much useless.”

“Very well! My horn may be useless... but not my head!” Chrysalis scampered in the air, coming down on his chest. Out of reflex, he clenched, and for the moment, she felt his raw muscles shift underneath her touch. “I, er, do you work out?”

“K-Kinda?” Spike panted the word, wondering why. They'd barely started fighting. Why would he be out of breath now? “Enough to make good on my physique.” His stomach was pressed against her own, feeling the hardness of her shell give way to the softness underneath, a perfect combination that made for a delightful sensation. “You um, feel pretty fit.”

“B-Because I have little else to do in a cave. A queen ought to keep herself in shape, to show she is fit to rule!” Her green eyes flicked aside for a second, her thin mane covering them. “My pursuits have been s-successful, then?”

“Oh yeah.” Spike nodded with a confused expression. “Without a doubt.”

“T-Then so will be my move, my head!” Chrysalis went to knock her forehead against his own, to use the hooves against his broad chest to press him away, and to flick her hips against his chiseled abdomen to make sure he fell for good. “Prepare for your fall, dragon!”

If things ever went as they were planned in life.

The changeling queen brought her head down on the dragon, whose expression was determined, his fangs grinding together. He was too kind for the foe. Now he would pay with pain for his mistake.

But instead of that, however, he was greeted with pleasure.

Spike had flinched back out of reflex. His head went backward as hers came down. Instead of their foreheads meeting, it was instead their muzzles, their lips brushing seconds before hers pressed down on. She unintentionally threw her weight into him, their kiss the only thing holding her up.

“Mhmm! Hmm! Hmm? Mhmmm.”

Both struggled away from the other, finding their lips locked together. The sensation was beyond anything Spike had felt in his life—being his first kiss and all. The warmth of her breath tickled along his cheek, calming him while their lips started to mesh against each other.

What was he doing! A noble dragon kissing the wicked villain. But her lips... her lips! Like the rest of her body, her lips were encased in a shell—one that he could press easily against to feel the softness underneath.

It felt better than a normal mare in a way. Spike always imagined their lips to be furry and soft, not a whole lot of resistance to press against. It wasn't that way with Chrysalis. She had enough hardness to her lips for him to fight against, a battle of the mouths between them, shooting electricity down between each of their legs.

Chrysalis herself was clueless. It wasn't her first kiss, so it should have been easier for her to pull away. But she didn't. Instead of pulling away from the dragon, she practically threw herself at him. Letting her chest press against his armor, she brushed her lips more over his own, taking more of what her body had craved for far too long.

Then both of their eyes went wide. Both of them realized exactly who they were kissing. Breaking away at once, both of their tongues rolled out of their mouths, curling slightly in the air, each bearing expressions of pure disgust.

“You'll pay for that trick, evil queen! To think someone like you would take my first kiss?”

“Oh, am I now? Considered yourself lucky a girl should ever set her lips upon you, much less the greatness that is me!” Chrysalis brought her fore hoof along his side, feeling how his muscular frame sloped, reaching for his sword. “And when I defeat your sexy little body? I'm going to take something else from you.” She cackled as her hoof slid around his waist. “Something which you can never get back!”

“Like a girl like you could ever be a threat! If I wanted to slam you against that stone, I could. My claws running down along your sides, conquering every inch of you, becoming victorious when I took a clawful of your rump!” He clenched his own ass when he felt her hoof brush against his flank. He shivered. “Guah! T-Think you can get away with that? Think again!”

Spike charged against her chest once more, knocking her back against the rock, pinning her in place. He pressed his body on hers, scales against her smooth hardness, different from the soft fur he felt when he hugged one of the girls.

And this was far different from his usual hugs. Not even an inch separated their bodies, their chest and bellies together, their crotches along the other. His claw went to rump, cupping her right flank as it filled out against his palm, using her ass to raise her.

“I... have you now... villain...” Spike huffed with red cheeks. His tongue still hung out of his mouth, now thirsty for another reason. “You... are now... all mine...”

“That I... am....” Chrysalis also huffed. It'd been a long time since anyone had been so forceful on her. She was a queen with a duty only she could do. To suddenly have the power of responsibility taken away, to be seen as a villain needing to be punished.... trails of cum streamed down her thighs at the idea. “Now... what do you plan on... on... on doing with me?!”

Spike grinned. “Spike. You're going to start calling me that from now on, got it?”

“Spiiike!” Chrysalis cackled once more. “And just what will you be doing with me, Spike?”

“I'm the hero here. And I'm also a dragon.” Spike's claw inched across her right flank, his first time feeling up the ass of a girl, and he let his digits knead Chrysalis's softness. “You know what that means? It means that, after saving the day as a hero, I get to take whatever I want as a dragon.”

Spike had no idea what he was doing—but his body did. Instincts and intuition guided his claw along her butt, letting the top of his claw flick against the dock of her tail. He had an urge to grab on it, to tug on it, to hold her upside down by it, revealing all the naughty bits underneath to the world.

He wasn't like this. Spike would never dare think about holding a mare by her tail, standing on some street, and showing off her pussy and ponut to all the passing ponies. Be it repression from his years living in the girls’ shadow, but utterly humiliating a mare only made his crotch ache!

“And right now? I'm going to utterly defeat you.” Spike let one of his digits circle around her vulva, feeling his tip catch with cum. His claw swirled closer to her neon-lit slit, probing around in slow circles. He chuckled when her hind leg shook, kicking involuntarily at the ground below. “A dragon slaying and laying the former queen of changelings. However will you react to that, hmm?”

“Like you can take a girl like me so easily, virgin!” Chrysalis threw her muzzle against his, taking his lips in a hungry battle. She baited him, nipping on his bottom lip, urging him to do the same with her top lip. When he went for it, she giggled into the kiss, thrusting one of her forelegs into the waistband of his pants, slipping it underneath and into his underwear, feeling his cock and... something else.

“Mhhmm!” Chrysalis pulled back at once, the back of her head meeting the stone, something which she rolled her cheek against. “N-No way! You have... you have... have...”

“What's the matter? You can't take two at once?” Spike let his other claw fly down to her ass, smacking her left flank. It jiggled in place before his palm pressed down against it, squeezing it, letting its softness fill out against his palm. “Don't worry. They gave me plenty of trouble at the start. But when I got used to them? They taught me how to do stuff like this!”

Spike's other claw swiped to her ponut, letting his digits pinch her ponut. Her squeals echoed off the cave walls while one of his digits jumped to her thick sphincter, letting it trace along and around its surface. “Bet you've never had both of them worked on at once, have you? The poor, evil queen, never having a dragon show you how it's done.”

“I don't need a dragon to know of pleasure!” Chrysalis rolled her head off the rock. Grinning at him, she sent her other foreleg into his pants, feeling the top of his second cock brush against her sole. “But you haven't had a mare show you how the contact of a girl feels... much less the expertise of a changeling!”

She rubbed both of her hooves along both of his cocks, feeling their heat collected in his underwear, her hooves becoming slightly sticky from the pre she was rubbing from his tips to down along his lengths. It was so dirty for her to be jerking off her opponent like this—herself pinned against a rock, her pussy and asshole assaulted by the precision of his claws, all while they looked hungrily at each other.

“Do you know what I'm going to do to you, changeling girl?” Spike worked his claw into her pussy, feeling her innards clench around his digits. Her tightness made his cocks ache even worse, the pumping of her hooves soon not enough. “I'm going to pin you so hard against that rock that you won't even be able to frail your hind legs about. Your tail is already stuck behind your back, leaving your pussy hanging in the air.”

“Like your tiny cocks would be able to sate a girl of experience!” Chrysalis withdrew her forehooves and let them dangle by her side. She rendered herself defenseless in the purist of pleasure. “C'mon, hero! Let's see if you can defeat and conquer the big bad villain after all.”

Spike didn't hesitate. The smell from between her legs had wafted up into the air, making it dense with her scent, filling his snout with her musk. The idea of her pussy, her green-lit slit, filled his mind. He wanted nothing more than ram both of his cocks through both of her holes, pinning her in place, rendering her helpless, all while he had his way with her.

His feral, dragon self was coming out to play—and both seemed overly delighted by this.

He withdrew his armor off his body, feeling her hooves set down on his body, helping him get the damn thing off. Next came the strap of his belt, which he pulled off himself. Her hooves worked his pants down, then his boxers, his twin rods pitching a tent against the fabric.

“You better be able to fit me, dragon.” Her hooves slid his boxers down to his ankles, which he shook all the way down, kicking them afar with a foot. He then rammed his crotch into her own, letting her thighs press against them. “It's been far too long since I've had a good fuck! Let's see if you will finally be the hero to defeat me!”

“The hero's already gone and left.” Spike stared hungrily into her eyes, this sexy, semi-power girl, gone for too long without pleasure. “All that's left is the dragon that's going to take what he wants. How does that make you feel? Knowing none will care what I do to you, simply because you're evil?”

“That they'll be missing out, Spike.” Her tongue lapped against his chest, then her lips kissing the spot where she licked, using her teeth to nip on his scales. She was tugging him, wanting him, teasing him to go for it. “Take what you want, Spikey. I'm more than willing to give it.”

Spike didn't need to hear more than that. Down below, his cock pressed through the flesh of her thighs, enjoying the hard casing against his skin, the thickness of her thighs quelling some of the burnings that radiated from beneath the surface of both of his rods. Sliding his cock back and forth, feeling her legs clamp and rub his cocks between them, Spike knew that this wouldn't last him for much longer.

He needed to fuck.

And he needed to fuck right now.

From her ass, he raised a claw to the back of her head, sneaking it along her scalp. Without her knowing, his digits gripped the pithiness of her mane, yanking it up, though not too forcefully, and causing her muzzle to fully raise.

Then he brought his lips down onto hers. He'd never kissed before, but now that he had, we only wanted more of it. His only desire was to have his lips work against hers, feeling their resistance work back against his own, a brushing and impressing sensation that made him hungry for only more.

Down at her legs, his cocks pushed through her thighs, coming upward to her crotch and rump. Chrysalis could feel it. She could feel the tips of his dicks brushing along her slit, tantalizing it with his hardness, with his girth, with his ability to stretch her pussy out as none had before.

What did cause her heart to startle, however, was the other cock poking around her ponut. She'd taken it up the ass before, younger and willing, but now, she stuck to what was familiar. But it was different in this case. This dragon was about to ram his cock up her ass and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her hair pulled up, her ass felt up by a claw, Chrysalis felt her pussy outright on fire in how helpless she was, in how this dragon was about to take her, how there was none present to help her, and that she was nothing she could do about what was about to happen.

Suddenly, there came a new delight in being a defeated villain.

“Mmhmm... h-heh... I'm going to take you now.” Spike had pulled away from his lips long enough to say those words, feeling his cock brush against both of her openings, his very touch enough for her thighs to part. Her eyes quivered as they looked up to him, waiting. “I'm going to shove my cocks up your pussy and ass until you don't think you can handle it anymore. Don't you get it? You're my prisoner now, and that means I get to do whatever I want to you.”

He glanced down their bodies, seeing his cocks lines up. Chuckling, he drew the tip of one of his cocks along her vulva, letting it poke into her softness, drawing ever closer to her tight and needy whole. Chrysalis flicked her hips out of need, trying to get his cock to fill her tight little pussy already!

“Nice try,” Spike chuckled, bringing his lips to her ear, blowing a warm breath down it. “But you're mine. If I want to tease you, to desire my cocks endlessly, then I can. Grabbing you by your hair, like I am now, I would throw your mouth on my cocks, fucking your throat however much I pleased before tossing you aside, unfulfilled.” He pulled away with a smirk. “How does that sound for punishment for your wicked ways?”

Chrysalis let out the weakest, cutest, and outright adorable whine she'd given in her own life.

“But don't you worry about that, villain. Do you want to know why?” He didn't give her a chance to speak. At once, his cocks slid up to the tips in her holes, feeling the walls of her pussy and ass clamped down on his heads out of reflex. “Because you're my villain. And I always treat my possessions right.”

Spike slid his swords further into the evil queen, watching her head tilt back, eyes closed, while the following screams of pleasure then echoed off the walls around them. The further in he went, the tighter her caves became, outright clamping on his girth to cool her burning walls. He was the hardness she needed to press her blazing part against, milking all around him for the pleasant sensation it brought to her everywhere.

Then it came to the last inch. With the release of heavy groans, the dragon's legs outright shook at shoving his aching hardness into her soothing softness, her wetness coating his length, lubricating him enough for all of him to fit inside with little space to spare.

Spike himself couldn't hold back. Once he was all the way inside her pussy and ass, the sensation was unlike anything he'd felt before, throwing his head back and eliciting a whine out from the depths of his throat.

Both of their heads rolled forward at the same time. Chrysalis, still held by the mane, had her tongue rolled out, the steam of her breath rushing past it. She was hungry, thirsty, and wanting. Which was fortunate, because so was Spike.

They didn't bother with the foreplay. Both of them were filled with the hunger in their loins to just fuck. Bringing his claw from her hair to the nape of her neck, the dragon pulled the changeling in for a kiss, each fighting the others' lips, their tongues snaking in-between. They fought for oral dominance, creating near steam inside their closed maws.

Spike slid his cocks out to her entrances, leaving only his tips inside of her. He slipped out easily enough, the move unexpected to them both, and even more still when all of his lengths pushed back inside her, spreading her walls outward from speeding force alone.

And this continued. His cocks pushed and out of her clenching tunnels while the two furiously made out from above. Thin trails of cum raced and squirted from in-between both of their legs, coating both of their thighs, sweat forming from their exertion.

Spike's thrusts became more savage. His hips outright smacked against her own while he shoved himself inside, his claw still squeezing her flank, bringing extra nervous sensations to the heads of both of his cocks.

The feeling was true even with Chrysalis. She caught on to the dragon's thrusts and timed herself with him, bucking into his cock when he thrust forward, shivering every time he entered her, spread her walls apart, making her pussy feel utterly filled for once in her life.

But that wasn't enough for the defeated foe. No. Chrysalis made sure that, when the dragon pulled out, to clamp and clench her walls around his cocks, slowing their departure and having their coarse hardness rub, nearly scratch against her undulating walls.

Their kiss from above broke seconds later, a thick bridge of saliva connecting their parted lips. The dragon and the changeling stared lovingly into the eyes of the other, something beneath their surface sparked by the other, something magical and romantic while they fucked savagely below.

“C-Chrysalis?”

“Yes... dragon?”

“I really, I dunno, kinda like you.”

Chrysalis smirked as she took his lips once more, the words before she did so being, “Likewise.”

Spike lost himself to the kiss, one not of lust, but bordering on love. Below, at the crotches humping together, he felt the aching at the base of his dicks break, the overwhelming warmth and clenching softness around his cocks too much for the young dragon to take.

The dragon felt his cocks well with pleasure, two balls expanding half-way down his length, knotting to slit of her pussy and to her ponut. The girl felt it at one, the bigness getting bigger, and tried clenching down on it at once—needing to cool her needy and burning walls once and for all.

But there was simply too much for her to take! Instead of needing to clench down on his girth, the former queen now needed to simply endure his members expanded out against her walls, stretching them to new extremes. The bulge of his cock became an outline along her belly, pressing down.

It was too much. Everything came suddenly. Both of the lovers minds shut-off at the overwhelming pleasure that struck their bodies out of the blue. Spike felt his heads spurt their loads deep inside her caves, feeling both undulate in response, femcum welling from along her walls.

Both of them screamed into their kiss, a heavy load dropped from both of their loins at once, leaving them both pleasantly empty. Moments passed before Spike finished jizzing inside of her, enjoying every time his walls rubbed along him, coaxing a little more out from him. But once he was done, his knots shrunk back into himself, his cocks pulling free while a small stream of whiteness poured down from her slit and ponut.

And then the two collapsed. Both of their legs buckled while they slid down the rock. Spike turned and let his back rub down it, grabbing the queen by her waist and pulling her against his own, both of them slumping down together.

And, together, they panted. Bodies together, eyes drooping, they panted and they chuckled, enjoying the feeling of each other. She sat against him, her back against his chest, her head tucked in the crook underneath his chin. It was a tight, safe place, one she enjoyed the warmth and closeness of very much.

“Y-You know,” Chrysalis stated, “that was my first time hate-fucking.”

Spike chuckled. “That was my first time fucking. Period.”

“Trust me, I know.” When Spike glared down at her, she giggled, twisting herself enough to lift an inch and lay a kiss against his cheek. “But you did better than most during their first time. There is so much to you that not even I could not take.”

“Ha.” Spike leaned his head against the rock. “If only the same were true for you needing love.”

Chrysalis blinked. A thought appeared. Then a smile on her lips the next. “It very well might be.”

Spike glanced down at her. “How so?”

“You are a dragon and greedy by nature. What you did to me now, taking control, you've shown a side you'd showed to no other, yes?” There was hesitation, but he nodded. “You can't show it to ponies in fear of what you might do, how others may react. You're like me in that way.”

Now Spike narrowed his gaze on her. “And just how do you mean that?”

“You have something that's 'bad' about you, so much so, you may be seen as a villain were you to show it off too often. But at the same time, it's still an aspect of you. Something you can deny for so long.” Chrysalis felt herself become excited at the implications of her unfolding logic. “In a different world, you would have become a villain much like me.”

Spike huffed as steam blew from his nostrils. “And what are you saying? That I should team up with you and I being villains? That we should rule the world and be evil together? We only just hooked up and you're already plotting that?”

“Do not misunderstand me, dragon.” Chrysalis smirked as she settled back against him. “I instead mean the opposite of your thoughts. Think about it. You have so much lust to give from your greed to mate savagely. I'm a girl that need to feed off high powers of love to remain strong.”

Spike coughed. “Wait. So you're saying that my greed means I gave off too much power...”

“...and I need a generator of power to keep my hunger sated.” She tiled her head and delivered a kiss to his jaw. “Which means we're perfect together. You can get rid of all that pent up energy, and I can live in peace in this forest without having to worry about going hungry.”

She cuddled against them, feeling the weight from her loins not only gone, but from her heart instead. “You came here to slay a villain, didn't you? Now you have a chance to reform one... only with a different kind of sword.” She giggled, then waited in the silence for a moment. “So what do you say, dragon? What... what will you do, Spike.”

His chuckles pushed from his chest and brushed against her back, their sound echoing from above. Was that a good thing, or was he laughing her plan off? It felt good to be against another, but for it all to vanish suddenly would hurt the poor girl's heart more than she could handle.

“You better prepare yourself for round two, prisoner.”

She felt something becoming hard near her rump.

And then Chrysalis felt good about herself.

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“Alright, Twi.” Spike jogged back a few steps from the kitchen, grinning, an absent claw adjusting the sword-strap over his chest. He was trying for a new style. Instead of armor he now wore a long, brown jacket—a grey shirt met with black pants underneath, ankle-high boots after that.

“Another late-night training session.” Once he'd gotten the strap perfectly, the dragon turned around, waving a claw as he passed through an archway and into the crystal hall. “You know the deal. Don't wait up for me! And your dinner is in the fridge—still warm too!”

Twilight had just stepped into the room to find her number-one assistant leaving. That felt like a trend to her recently. Whenever she showed up, it was time for him to go. And always with the same excuse. Training.

Why the excessive training?

Twilight thought as her hooves clopped against the ground, soon bringing her against the same archway he'd passed under. Leaning against it, she watched him run down the down, a jump to his step, a claw already gripping his sword as he was bound to the twin doors.

It's only been a few months since his growth spurt, and yet he's training every day. Twilight lifted a hoof to her chin, laying some of her weight into it. He vowed to become as strong as the rest of the girls. Not with wisdom, but strength. Is all this training him trying to overcompensate?

Twilight lifted her head with a shake. “I'm the worst friend ever. Why didn't I say something sooner?”

The sounds of her hoofsteps echoed off the walls while she stalked the halls. Her body followed after the dragon before her mind even had the chance to agree. That was her way of showing her love—letting her body, before her mind, decide what should happen next.

“Or maybe all this training is good for him! Exercise, stress-relief, with constant reminders of self-improvement made toward the progress of an overarching goal!” Twilight laughed harder than she should have. “And if he were to get even stronger, then his c-chiseled chest would get even b-bigger!” Twilight then stopped in place, realized what she said. Coughing into a hoof, she turned her head away. “I mean that in a way that could help stop a villain... cause strength and muscles and stuff!'

She then giggled to herself seconds later, a sinister smile overtaking her lips.

“Yes, that's the reason why I want to check on Spikey,” Twilight told herself as she approached the door, readying her horn with a spell to track the dragon. “Why would I ever doubt myself on that?”

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The Everfree? Twilight hooves pressed down a step before the dark grass, which marked the forbidden entrance to the forest. Spike's been coming here to train? Guess it makes sense due to the proximity of threats here. But, still... I don't like the idea of Spike being out here at all.

With this thought, Twilight Sparkle entered the forest. Her horn was glowing a soft green, revealing marks of the same color in the ground, steps made by dragon's feet. They were getting brighter by the minute, illuminating her way through the dark forest, made darker by night and the dense foliage hanging above her.

Should I call out his name? No, I don't have a good enough excuse to be stalking him right now. Twilight carried along a narrow path of tall bushes and pointy branches, ducking and sometimes crawling, that path leading to some open area. Think about why you're here. To check up on Spike to see how his sessions go. You need more information before you can make a decision.

Twilight came to a pause before a wall of branches blocking the path. In the small spaces in-between the branches, she could see out to the opening. It was a small circle of flat grass, dotted by bushes. Torches on wooden poles were struck along the circle, lighting the area in a warm, green glow, one being lit by a dragon, standing below his, exhaling flames.

At least he knows how to set an arena properly. Twilight lowered to the ground, her soft belly brushing against the spades of grass, before crawling forward. She struggled to get underneath the wall, especially when her rump kept getting caught against it. Oh, come on! I'm big, but I'm not THAT big in the flank department... am I?

Twilight struggled both with that question and herself. It was true. She did have big flanks. At least, she thought so. Nopony else had ever said anything about them. It was the same about her sexually: none had said a thing.

None, of course, aside from Spike. They were close enough to joke around with stuff like that. He'd joked her butt had gotten bigger when she became a princess—all because she would need more to sit on while doing paperwork.

Twilight both loved and hated jokes like that, which left her confused, both about herself, him, and the jokes in-between them. Finally getting her fat plot underneath the wall, Twilight continued to crawl, right into a bush that offered her a front-row seat of the arena.

This is... rather uncomfortable. Twilight settle into place inside the bush, feeling wooden things poke at her ass. She didn't mind the feeling all that much, grateful for how she could see Spike and how he couldn't see her. I should be able to spy on him from here. He won't have a clue about it! Isn't that just... just... wait. Why am I getting excited over spying on my friend during training?

Training. Spike using his sword to slice apart timberwolves, leaping in the air to avoid attacks, his coat whipping in the air while he removed, flashing the tight shirt that clung to his chest and abs. If the fight got serious—the dragon would have to ditch the clothing, exposing the muscular splendor previous hidden underneath all that fabric.

I can almost see the outline of his abs! Twilight giggled. When the sound rang out, she covered her mouth with a hoof quickly, nearly biting into it. The distant Spike had turned around at the sound, his claw already gripping the hilt of his sword, his expression slightly concerned and fully determination. H-How did he learn to look so hot without trying!?

Twilight felt her body shaking to expel her gushing feeling. Some of the branches poked into her butt, pressing against her right flank—but she only rubbed further against it. One had brushed through her tail, poking at the thickness of her vulva.

And once more, Twilight Sparkle didn't mind one bit.

“You appear once more, hero? Your attempts are useless! Useless useless useless!” It couldn't be! Black hooves stepped into the circle, the green eyes of the former queen made brighter by the glowing flames. “You're still just a hatchling! What? You think a baby dragon like yourself even stands a chance against an experienced queen such as myself?”

Spike chuckled. He took a step toward her, grinning, with his claw still on the hilt of his sword. 'Experienced at losing, maybe! You're a big girl that likes being let down, aren't ya?” He was a few steps away from her, pulling out his sword, at last, holding it at his side. “Or maybe you like being pushed down. Having some hero pin you against the ground, taking everything you still have left to offer.”

Chrysalis held a hoof against her mouth while cackling a fake laugh. “Is that what you want, dragon? Your greed makes you no better than me. Say it aloud! What, oh ever what is it you desire from me? Power? For me to get down and beg you not to harm me?”

Twilight, meanwhile, couldn't believe her eyes. The very queen of the changelings, the one missing for months, was here now, facing off against her dragon—like it wasn't even the first time. Shaking her head, Twilight went to charge. She only stopped at the sound of her dragon speaking once more.

“Where's the fun in that, villain?” Spike twirled his sword in-between his digits, letting it flip in the air until, finally, driving its tip deep into the earth. He glanced back up at the queen, her legs trembling at the wave of power he expelled. “When I knock you to the ground, there's no surprise for either of us if you know what's going to happen next.”

Twilight crawled back into the bush, feeling the branches scratch against her skin, though the words echoing in her head hurt worse. I... I've never heard him speak like that before! Spike's never like this! He's ordering her around right now, letting his voice get so deep, his words so sinister, the powerful vibe he's giving off...

Twilight Sparkle crawled further back—gasping when the branch at her vulva snagged along her lips. At once, it flicked against her cunt, brushing up in-between her folds, its tip poking at her tight little hole. Her thick, purple thighs rubbed against each other out of reflex, striving to stiffen the pleasure starting to radiate from her pussy.

N-No way! I can't be getting W-WET to something like this! It's wrong! Spike's my assistant! Chrysalis is a villain! I'm in a bush, hiding and getting off, and that's so... so... IT FEELS SO GOOD! Twilight wiggled her hips, feeling her flanks jiggle, the stick in her pussy tracing along her folds. Everything wrong about this just makes it feel that much better! Oh, if only Spike knew I was here, watching him like this, letting my pussy get wet to the idea of him. The fact he doesn't know I'm here just makes me... makes me want to touch myself more!

Up ahead, Spike started to charge at Chrysalis, who in turn raised her hooves. His body slammed into hers, carrying her during his charge, until he threw himself against the base of some tree. They were directly underneath one of the torches, both of their panting bodies illuminated by green flames.

Chrysalis, with her back against wood, at once flung her forehooves at him. They beat hopelessly against his chest, which didn't even get a flinch out of him. His pecs remained hard and still as ever, which only drove her hooves to beat faster.

Faster and faster like a filly banging her hooves against a stallion she had a crush on.

Spike beat her t-that quickly!? Twilight thought to herself as she crawled forward, giving space between her and the branches. Some still poked at her butt, but the one at her pussy flicked back into place, a smear of femcum coating its tip. It wasn't even close to that easy during our fight! What gives? Has Spike truly gotten that strong, able to pin her against that tree, both of their bodies pressing together, and... oh my...

Twilight almost missed it. Her dragon raised his claws in a blur, each gripping both of Chrysalis's forelegs. With a grin, he threw them above her head, letting her writhe below them. They struggled in his grip, slipping inch by inch through his palm—only making him grin more.

He's letting her escape! But why would he...

Twilight's thoughts were cut short by her assistant's actions. His claws yanked her hooves off the tree—right before slamming them back into the bark, his grip tightening, so much that Chrysalis couldn't even twist her wrists. She wiggled the rest of her body in response.

“Trying to break free by any means?” Spike stared down at her closed eyes, smirking, like how a predator looks down at its prey. “How hopeless! Tell me, villain... how does it feel to be bested by someone as puny as me? To know you were defeated not only by the girls, but by their weak, small, little assistant.”

Chrysalis eyes cracked open. Her gaze was drawn up, brought on by the warmth brushing, nearly licking across her chest. Her head raised enough for it to be frozen still. The dragon was staring down at her, with his tongue having made loops in the air. When she glanced to the right, she saw the end of his tongue licking upon her cheek, pressing slowly along her hard surface.

“You must get off to being defeated,” Spike said as his tongue retracted inside his mouth. “Because you do it so much. Everything you built only to fall in a single moment. You know it, too. Seeing everything slowly fall apart as you know all is about to be lost.” He chuckled at how her smaller body rubbed against his, the last action she could still make. “The only thing you haven't lost is control over your own body.”

His muzzle leaned down before her own, both of their locking, each bright, one because of hunger, the other because of realization, lust welling within their glints.

And then, without words, his body pressed fully against her own. His hulking frame pinned her against the wood, his muscles filling out against the surface of her body, forcing her to feel how big and how hard he was. With him all over and against her, Chrysalis wasn't even able to flinch now.

“Unable to fight. Unable to move. Unable to do anything.” Spike brushed his snout against hers, both their cheeks flushing at the touch. Keeping himself there, he stared deeply into her eyes. “Whatever will you do in a situation like this?”

Chrysalis stared back at him, her lips curled in a smile, they sometimes parting while she panted. It wasn't from exertion, though his chest against her lungs rendered it slightly harder for her to breath. No. She only licked her lips, and then her muzzle went in for the dive. “Take what I wanted all along.”

And then her lips crashed against his.

And then his lips took her landing softly.

Twilight, on the other hoof, took none of this gently.

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