Expect infrequent updates for this story, it's more of a side project I wanted to have started for when I finish more important things. It also exists to show you that I am not a corpse.

Nightmare Before Dusk will be getting a pretty big update soon, along side more oneshots and clopfics, don't worry.

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The Crystal Empire had gone through many changes in the past couple months, perhaps the largest of these was the rather new inclusion of a massive statue of Spike which dwarfed the Crystal Palace.

Garble stared at the statue from a balcony of said palace with a smile on his face. Who'd of thought that the squirt would actually be the greatest leader the dragons ever saw? Garble personally liked to pin that on him being a good teacher. Or well, maybe Spike was just naturally that good, and Garble was a setting off point or something. Admittedly, one of Spike's first orders was to have all the other teenage dragons beat the crap out of him.

'Eh, I deserved it.' Garble thought to himself as he turned around a marched towards the door to Spike's new throne room.

He found himself passing a series of statues which only added to his pride at Spike. Lining the hall, were the petrified and frozen forms of the Elements of Harmony, the Prince and Princesses of Equestria, and Discord the Spirit of Chaos, each of them stared forwards with looks of betrayal and fear, which Garble found objectively hilarious. Shows them right.

Garble threw open the throne room doors when he arrived at them, and marched forwards, his head held low until he practically at the foot of the throne. "My Dragonlord, I bring word from the front, the Changeling Hive is on the verge of surrender. Upon their surrender, every inch of this world will be under our control."

Garble raised his head to stare at his Lord. Sitting on the Throne was Emperor Spike, who was now larger than Garble by several feet. It was almost staggering how quickly Spike had grown in fact. Adding to his new rather intimidating appearance was a suit of black armor and glowing green eyes, with red pupils. Even now those things caused Garble to shiver.

To his left was Ember. The former princess was lying on her side in a rather sexy looking see-through outfit, her arms curled around one of Spike's legs, and a smug smile on her face.

To Spike's right was a rather new addition to the Empire, the chitinous black form of the changeling known as Thorax, who dutifully and obediently kneeled next to the throne, his hands in his lap and his head held low. He wore a very similar outfit.

"Excellent news Garble." Spike darkly spoke. The Emperor brought his gauntleted hand over to Thorax's head and rubbed along the changeling's head fin, which caused the Changeling to lovingly coo. "Thorax's information has proved incredibly useful has it not?"

"Indeed my Emperor. The beast you found has proved instrumental in our campaign against Chrysalis." Garble said rising up and clasping a fist in front of his chest.

The Emperor's glowing eyes narrowed darkly in response. "Insult my pet again Garble, and I will take your hand off."

Garble instinctively flinched in response. He had seen Spike do that before, and much worse. "M-my apologies, my Emperor. I have just been fighting Changelings so long and-"

"Enough with your impudence Garble. Begone. I need to relieve myself of all the pent up aggression you have given me." Spike spoke simply as he continued stroking the back of his favored coltservant's head.

"O-Of course my lord." Garble said as he quickly stood up with another bow, and left the room.

Spike gave a deep sigh as he sank in to his throne.

"Why do you keep that idiot around my Emperor?" Ember said with a coy smile as she pulled herself up.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Watch yourself Ember."

"Maybe I don't want to?" Ember said as she stood up next to the throne and brought her face closer to his.

"Y-you shouldn't stand on the same level as the Emperor. I-it's not proper of a slave." Thorax bashfully said as he raised his head slightly.

"Oh come on now Thorax, lighten up." Ember said as she sat down on the Throne's armrest and wrapped an arm around Spike's shoulder. "So long as we don't misbehave in public, Spike won't lay a hand on us. Isn't that right Spikey-Wikey."

Spike sighed and shook his head. "Maybe I should start doing that. You are way to loose these days."

"Hey, you wouldn't be wearing that crown if it weren't for me, so maybe I should get a little compensation every now and then." Ember whispered into Spike's ear. "It's been too many weeks since the Emperor shared his almighty scepter with his needy slaves if you ask me."

Spike shuddered slightly in response to her words. Even after casting down Equestria and defeating Discord and the Princesses in combat, Ember's words still made him quake. She was right however. He hadn't enjoyed the pleasures of his slaves in a while. In fact, he hadn't even used Thorax yet. That was a wrong he needed fixed stat.

The Dragon Lord smiled to himself and stood up from his throne. "You are very right Ember. You too have been getting the raw end of the stick recently haven't you."

Spike turned and began to walk towards a side door, leading to his personal chambers. "Ember, Thorax, Come along please."

Ember smirked as she went after her king while Thorax nervously stood up and followed with his head submissively pointed downwards.

Spike threw the doors open revealing a dimly lit room with a large velvet and silk bed in the center, large enough to fit all three of them comfortably, with room to spare. Spike very quickly removed his armor and pulled himself onto the center of the bed, getting comfortable before spreading his legs so that his servants may ogle at his rapidly hardening pillar of draconic flesh. A full 8 Inches base to top, clearly one of the largest tools the draconic race had at their disposal.

Ember wasted no time in crawling up onto the bed a going to work in-between his legs, her tongue lulling out as she closed in. The blue dragon ran her tongue along the bottom of the king's rod, base to tip in a repeating movement which earned a smirk from the king as he brought his arms behind his head.

Thorax was much more hesitant as he stared down at his lord. Spike had for the past few weeks provided him with plenty of love in the form of his affectionate words and pats, but he had never done something like this before, certainly. Soon enough however, the love and lust the two dragons were radiating drew the changeling in like a moth to flame.

The male slave crawled next to Ember, his forked tongue joining hers in pleasuring their shared love. Spike smiled down at his two most loyal servants and admired their faces, Ember's stoic and salacious, staring up at him with flirtatious eyes, while Thorax seemed to be in heaven, his face glazed over as he enjoyed the taste of his master.

Emperor Spike brought his hands forwards and cupped his two most loyal follower's chins. Ember kept the same smug look on her face and locked eyes with him while Thorax obediently leaned into Spike's hand and lovingly rubbed himself against it. Spike loved them, as they were responsible for what he was now.

Ember, who was responsible for his rise to power and was his closest confidant, and Thorax who saved his life and gave him the means to crush what remained of the world's opposition. He treasured them, because that is what they were. Treasures.

"So, which one of you would like to enjoy me first?" Spike asked shaking his hips a tad.

Thorax, ever the timid and obedient pet, nervously tensed up, allowing Ember to practically push him aside. "Me first!" She shouted as she pulled her self up and hovered over Spike's twitching and slickened manhood.

Spike smiled up at her as she went about slowly impaling herself onto the king's rod.

"Gnnn." Ember grunted slightly placing her hands on Spike's scaled chest. "Y-your so much bigger than last time!"

"Last time Twilight stunted my growth." Spike said as he brought a hand to either side of Ember's hips.

"I-I noticed!" Ember said before she yelped as Spike forced her down, taking in the King's entire length in one big go.

"Aw, don't be like that. Is the big strong Ember struggling with my little prince?" Spike taunted as he rubbed his hands up, cupping her abdomen's sensitive sides. "Here I was thinking you were tough~"

"Give me time to adjust you dick!" Ember grunted back, which she instantly regretted when Spike delivered a firm disciplinary spank on her posterior.

Ember barely had time to react before Spike grabbed her sides and harshly thrusted forwards, burying himself further into her. The former dragon princess threw her head back and practically screamed in pure ecstasy, her tongue lulling out.

Then he pulled back, and did it again, and again and again. He slowly picked up the tempo with each thrust and movement, until Ember was but useless putty in his claws. It was a struggle for her to even hold herself up on his chest, and not simply collapse on top of him.

"Come now Ember! Behave like a good pet and don't make me do all the work myself!" Spike growled as he slowed down a bit, giving her the incentive to put in a little work.

Ember wasted no time in weakly grinding her hips as she rode the King's scepter, finding herself unable to do much more in her bliss and ecstasy. Spike smiled up at her before he noticed Thorax out of the corner of his eye. The poor little changeling was staring at the two of them, shaking.

It was, like the changeling, adorable.

"Thorax. Come here please." Spike said with a small smile on his face as he continued to ravage Ember.

Thorax stared at his lord quietly before gulping and approaching slowly. Spike smiled as his pet pulled himself closer and sat down next to him. His slave had stripped allowing Spike to get a wonderful view of his plaything's member, not ever half as long as his own.

"Adorable." The Dragon lord said before he ripped his hand from Ember and grabbed Thorax. The changeling let out a week 'Meep!' before Spike forced him on top of him. The Emperor's long forked tongue dove inside of his plaything's back door, causing the changeling to let out a long, drawn out moan as his lord played with his sensitive interior.

Thorax and Ember locked eyes with each other, their faces mirroring their unending pleasure. Both of their eyes glazed, their tongue's lulling out and their mouths drooling.

Thorax, being a virgin in the hands of his lord, was the first to clench up and arc his back. "M-Master!" He cried as his smaller prick twitched before shooting white rope after white rope onto Spike's chest.

Spike let go of the changeling, and Thorax limply slid forwards onto the Emperor's muscled chest, too tired to even move.

Spike smiled at his weaker pet before with one final thrust his hips quivered as he emptied his load into his other pet's inner wall. Ember clamped down around him as she let out a scream, smoke shooting from her nostrils as she was driven to orgasm by her master's spunk.

"Excellent work my pets." Spike said as Ember weakly pulled herself off of him and collapsed to his side. "We may have to work on your endurance Thorax, and Ember, you most definitely need to work on tending to me before yourself."

"Y-yes master." They both weakly repeated back in unison.

Spike stood up, Thorax weakly falling to the side next to Ember. "I need to clean the mess you made Thorax, then I will be back for round two. Please keep each other entertained while I am gone."

Ember seemed to instantly revitalize at that order for some reason. She almost instantly wrapped her arms around the weaker changeling causing him to squeak. The dragon started shamelessly fellating the changeling who squirmed in response.

Wrapping her thighs around the changeling's head, she forced his snout against her lower lips. Thorax only needed one whiff to notice the enticing smell of both Ember and Spike's cum before he dove his tongue inside her almost ravenously.

Spike smiled at his 69ing slaves before glancing over to the corner to the petrified form of Rarity, a previous crush of his. He chuckled at the statue, forced to forever watch as Spike enjoyed his toys in the future, and turned to walk out of the room.

"All hail me." He darkly stated.