Chapter Twelve

Sounds of Music and Future

Truly, the country of southern Germareny was a sight to behold. Numerous rivers running out of the steep mountain passes from whence they originated: rolling hills and forests stretching on as far as the eye could see. Truly, it could be said that this portion of the country, sparsely populated when compared to the more northerly provinces, was a world unto itself. It was to these lands that Spike, Meia and Maria came, their hearts filled with gladness after having been cooped up by that dastardly baron for what felt like ages.

Stopping in the middle of a large meadow high up in the hills, without nary a town or farmhouse in sight, the trio set up camp with their carriages as the sun shone high in the sky above. The ground was firm but had a soft texture to it, so unique that the Spreignish noble-mare couldn't help but lay down in it.

“Ah, to roll in grass once more,” Maria said, doing so after she had changed into more suitable outdoor-style clothes. Spike and Meia agreed, each having changed into similar clothes in their respective carriages. Spike lay back, enjoying the feel of the good earth beneath him as he looked up into the sky. Clouds billowed and buffeted high above them, white and puffy and full of innocence. His second wife lay out a large blanket, settling down on it as if lost in thought.

“Spike,” Meia said as Maria rolled up to them, grass stuck in her mane. “May I ask you something?”

“Certainly, my dear,” the dragon replied, turning his head to face her. “What is it?”

Maria crawled onto the blanket, shaking some of the grass out of her hair as Meia looked at her husband. Husband: that was one word she’d never thought she’d experience with actual happiness associate with it. “Back in that... horrid castle, you saved us. What I want to know is not why you changed, but... how? How did you become that... beast?” Maria’s smile faltered at these words: she too remembered just how bad it had been in those cells, even though they had not been there long.

Spike sighed and closed his eye for a moment, as if recalling a painful memory. “It... was unlike anything I’ve felt before, Meia. I could feel my body shift, changing as my emotions released something within me. I felt anger I have never felt before, the kind I’m not sure how to describe.”

“Do try,” Maria said, sitting up. "I too wish to know how you did what you did."

“It was like... like every injustice done to me, over my entire life, came back to me in an instant. It didn’t matter the severity: it just all... coalesced into one seething mass. I had never been so angry, so much so that I couldn’t even see half of the time when I started to... change.”

“I can hardly blame you for your reaction, dear,” Maria said. “Getting assaulted by those brutish guards could have set anyone off.”

Spike was silent for a moment. “No, Maria,” he said. “It wasn’t that.”

“It wasn’t?” his wife asked, her voice sounding perplexed. “But... what could it be then?”

Spike looked at his two wives, both looking beautiful in the slight breeze that swept over the hills. “It was you: both of you,” he said. “The thought of you, being... treated the way the guards insinuated, the thought of losing you to madness and grief for the things you surely would have gone through... It drove me mad. I... couldn’t bear the thought of losing either one of you.”

Both mares gasped softly at his admonition. It hadn’t been the pain or the rage that transformed him: it had been something far more personal. It had been his love for them: his love turned him into the beast he needed to be to save them from a fate as horrid as the one in store for them. “Oh Spike,” Maria said, crawling over to her husband’s side as Meia did the same, her eyes shimmering in the sunlight.

“I love you: both of you, so very much,” Spike said, his voice threatening to crack from his rising emotions. “I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but I... I feel like I’ve met parts of my soul that have been missing from my life. I just...”

His words were silenced by Meia’s and Maria’s lips coming into contact with both of his cheeks. “Shh, Spike,” Meia said softly as they both pecked against the corners of his mouth. “Forget all those terrible thoughts and what happened back there. Focus on the here, and now, our dear husband.”

“You have two mares who love you very dearly,” Maria said, nuzzling against him as she continued to kiss here and there. “You showed your love for us back there: let us show our love for you.”

Almost in unison, each mare had a hand travel up to Spike’s shirt and worked together to unbutton it, all the while continuing to kiss and nuzzle him. Spike smiled, a deep loving smile that only a truly contented soul could manage. His earlier worries and the stress that had built up in his explanation soon faded away into the deep recesses of his mind.

Soon enough the shirt was hanging open, exposing Spike’s chiseled abs and pectorals to the outside air. True, they were not nearly as large as when he had been in “rampage mode”, but it was still nothing to scoff at. The two mares nuzzled against the hard muscles, the overlying scales giving it a rather smooth texture. It exuded strength, masculinity, security: the very things many mares sought after in their prospective stallions, and these two were no different.

Spike made to sit up, but two small forces of magic gently pushed him back down. “We want to try something new, Spike,” Maria said as her magic began to undo his trousers.

“Something we’ve never done before,” Meia said as her own magic slipped the shirt off of him entirely, leaving his torso bare. He could feel his second tail rising to the occasion, but as to their plan, he remained completely clueless.

A quick yank of magic had his trousers shoot off into the grass, and soon enough his boxer-like underwear followed suit. Rising quickly, his shaft was soon pointing towards the sky, trembling as Spike shivered slightly from his wives’ boldness.

At least until they had reached his massive member with their faces. Then they seemed to lose confidence, since they were not sure as what to do. Did they go horizontal or vertical?

“Hmm,” Maria muttered, glancing over at Meia, who had a hungry look in her that Maria knew she shared. “Shall we lick it?” she whispered.

Meia didn’t respond: well, she did, but her response was to stick out her tongue and give Spike’s shaft an experimental lick. The dragon ever-so-slightly thrust his hips forward at this, a small moan showing their efforts were producing wonderful feelings in him. Maria followed suit, giving it a lick as well. Soon enough, they were licking in turn, their tongues lapping at the piece of dragon meat like it was a piece of sweet candy.

Spikes mind was going absolutely bonkers from the pleasure. I mean, sex was absolutely fantastic and all, but this felt so different, so alien, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

Maria took the next step and lowered her snout a bit more, her hand reaching up and cradling Spike’s large scrotum. It too was armored with scales, but they were far smaller in size, meaning the entirety of the texture was smooth and even appeared to be able to wrinkle. His pair of dragon balls seemed large in her hand, so when she lapped her tongue across those as well, she felt them twitch hard against her grip. They were even hot: the temperature higher than her own.

Spike hummed at the double assault, his throaty vibrations sounding almost like those of a... violin? Yes, yes: a vocalizing dragon could replicate the sounds of a romantic instrument. He could feel their tongues lapping and slurping against him, worshiping him as though he were a Pharaoh of Ancient Neigypt.

Meia was done with just licking: she soon moved onto swirling the crown of his dick with her tongue, lapping the undersides of his scaly frenulum occasionally. Soon enough, as Maria reemerged from lapping at Spike’s balls and began to lick the shaft again, Meia’s mouth opened and she took the tip of the dragon’s pole into her awaiting cavern. She suckled on the end of it as though it were similar to the breast she herself had feed from as a little foal.

Spike’s eyes shot open as his fingers dug themselves into the dirt: well, that certainly was something new. He had never felt something like this before, and if he hadn’t been controlling himself to the best of his ability, he might have shot off right there. He continued to vocalize through his throat, the tone building louder and louder.

Maria and Meia looked up in surprise at the beautiful notes emanating from their husband’s throat, but soon went back to their tasks at hand. Meia slurped around the pulsating shaft, going a bit deeper every time she moved her head. Of course, she couldn’t fit the whole thing in her mouth: he became too wide nearer the base and was far too long to allow for such a feat. Still, she was proud of herself for making it to the half-way point at least.

She glanced to her side to see Maria looking on, her tongue frozen in mid-air as she drooled all over Spike’s scrotum. Reluctantly, Meia withdrew Spike’s cock from her mouth, sucking on it the whole way until it emerged with a popping noise. She switched places with the glassy-eyed Maria, who was now experimentally lapping the crown while Meia herself paid attention to Spike’s balls.

Spike’s vocalization reached a higher note yet, loud enough that any passerby, though there were none, could have heard it being carried aloft on the breeze. It sounded rather harmonious, like a piece of music played by a small orchestra.

Maria’s ministrations soon became more passionate, as she began to shove as much of the cock as far as she could into her mouth, sucking on it as hard as she could. Whether she had grown jealous of Meia and was trying to out-do her or had become super horny, nobody knew. Either way her intense sucking, combined with Meia’s ministrations, had pushed Spike over the edge: he was about to explode.

“Maria, Meia,” he wheezed, looking down at both of them. “I’m... I’m about to...”

Maria gave an extra-hard sucking motion as she withdrew, pushing Spike over that final precipice. She and Meia looked up as Spike’s member overflowed with semen, not so much squirting out as gushing like a garden hose. Both had their mouths open in surprise and ecstasy as the goo hit them in the face, with some of it landing in their mouths. Okay, a lot of it went in there, and for some reason unbeknownst to even themselves, they swallowed the baby batter.

To their surprise, it tasted rather... peculiar. “Strawberries?” Meia said as she licked the one side of Spike’s cum-covered cock. Maria looked at her in surprise.

“Tastes like chocolate to me,” she said, licking her lips and then descending on the top of the cock once more, sucking out the semen on top like milk from a bottle: chocolate milk, at any rate.

“Maybe I has something to do with dragon pheromones,” Meia whispered as they cleaned up the last of the semen.

“Yeah: wait, why are we whispering?” Maria asked.

“Look,” Meia said simply, causing the other unicorn to look up at Spike. He had fallen asleep, the tender ministrations from his wives proving much more than he could handle. Of course he could plow them all night if he had too, but this dragon sure hadn’t developed the stamina to keep up with some good oral administrations, even if they were the first any of them had received or given. Spike's tongue lashing of Maria's marehood on their wedding night had been his only performance, after all.

His wives didn’t mind one bit: dressing him again, they lay down beside him and fell asleep, both feeling a bit exhausted themselves.

It was two hours later that Spike awoke, feeling very refreshed. He looked down on either side of him to see his wives sleeping peacefully: he chose not to disturb them. Getting up slowly, he looked out over the hills to see the sun lower in the sky then when he had fallen asleep. Looking around and enjoying the scenery, he felt a flutter in his stomach. Opening his mouth, a small green flame shot out, transforming into a scroll.

“Twilight, I’m telling you, this had better not-,” he began to mutter, only to see the royal seal of Princess Celestia on the scroll. Opening it, he saw it was a rather short letter indeed.

“Dearest Spike, I trust your journey has been going more or less to plan? As you are married, it is time we inform you of a bit more of your heritage. The names you know of for your ancestors were those given to them by the public. In reality, they too had a last name, one which you have inherited. Spike, your last name is not ‘the Dragon’, as you have been called all your life. Your true last name is Dragul, a very old and very honorable name.”

Well, that was new: he finally had a last name. Spike Dragul, knight of Prance, prince of Equestria, lord of several Spreignish estates... Wow, that was a lot of titles already. Still, he had to wonder: why he had never been told of this either?

“I gathered from your sudden supply of Prench materials that you have indeed crossed over the border into southern Germareny. I advise you to waste no time, and Spike, please treat them both right.”

“Sincerely, Princess Celestia.”

Spike looked at the scroll with confusion. Treat them both right? He had only told the others of his marriage to Maria: how could the princess have known he had married Meia as well? Did she have spies following him? Was he being watched?

“No,” Spike told himself, feeling foolish for thinking of such a thing. More likely than not, Celestia had concluded he’d had married Meia after writing about her so much. Perhaps Celestia, in her long life, had learned to tell the signs when someone had strong feelings for another, even if they didn’t recognize it at the time. Yes, that was much more acceptable and logical an answer than spies and secret watching spells.

Of course he would treat them both right! They were his wives, and he loved them dearly. He knew Celestia's letter was just a friendly reminder, yet he felt obligated to tell himself he'd die for his wives. The truth was far more complex than that: he'd give up everything he owned, including his life, to protect them. Dragons were very possessive of their mates, and as these two were his, he would do anything to keep them safe.

Still, as he looked out over the hills, it seemed only a few days ago that he had boarded the train for Manehattan and run into Trixie. Sure, she had shown him the ways of sex, and he had further expanded on that with his wives, but the truth was, he missed home. The drake still couldn’t believe it had been a little more than a month since he had set sail aboard the Crowhop. In that time, he had married two beautiful unicorns and had become rather rich, if all the treasure he had sent back was anything to go by.

Still, he knew there was more out there for him to find, to do, to explore, and with that thought in mind, he began to softly sing to himself as he readied the carriages for the night.

Meanwhile, in the minds of two sleeping unicorns, two very different dreams were playing out.

Maria looked around her, atop of a gilded chair. There were many around the circular table, with one chair in particular standing out, as if was laced with golden and silver emblems. The others had similar decorations, but their occupants remained in shadow. Next to her own seat sat Meia, but she wore a mask for some reason. That, coupled with the hood pulled over her head, hid her horn from view.

Spike sat in the most decorated chair, looking a bit older than he did now. His body was slightly larger, his features more masculine and she could tell by the look in his eyes he had been contemplating something for a while.

“Well, I say we put it to a vote,” he said at last. “We are as one family now, so all of the decisions should be made as a family. Those in favor of strictly private tutors, say I.”

None of the shadowy figures spoke a word. Spike looked around in surprise before speaking again. “All those in favor of strictly public education, say I.”

Again, not a peep from any of the figures, and Maria found herself unable to say a thing. Meia shifted slightly to her side, but she too said nothing.

“Then it is decided,” Spike said, a smile forming on his face. “Just as a formality, all those in favor of a mixture of both educational systems, say I.” He didn't say anything, though one could tell by the glimmer in his eyes that this option was the one he had chosen.

All of the shadowy figures agreed, though their voices were distorted in some way that made them impossible to tell just who they were. They were feminie, all right, but who did those voices belong to? Maria suddenly found her own voice as well and agreed with the rest of the figures, as did Meia. “Excellent,” Spike said, smiling. He turned his head to a waiting butler pony, who was standing vigilant besides the dragon. “Jarvis, you may let the children in now.”

Wait, what? Children? Maria’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull as the doors opened and light shone into the room, though it filtered through the many manes and spines headed their way. Children, many of them, filtered in through the door, all varying in height and apparent age. Their features remained in shadow, though she could have sworn one of the little colts had her mane...

“Children...” she muttered, just as the room went dark. She opened her eyes at that and found Spike finishing setting up camp as the sun began to slowly dip behind the farthest hill.

“Maria, are you all right?” he asked, looking a tad concerned. “You were muttering in your sleep.”

His wife blinked a few times. “Yes, yes: I am fine, Spike. Just an odd dream is all: nothing to worry about.”

His concern apparently eased, Spike went to get a few things from a carriage. Perhaps some time in the future she would tell him: right now, Maria felt it would be best for her to keep this dream- or was it a vision? -to herself. She turned to see Meia’s eyes flutter open and her breathe in suddenly, as if waking from a bad dream.

“Are you all right?” she whispered to the fellow unicorn.

Meia slowly nodded her head. “Odd dream,” she muttered.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Maria asked.

“N-no, no thank you: it was just a dream,” Meia said. When Maria didn’t press the issue, to which the other unicorn was grateful, Spike arrived with some food. Sitting down, they quietly ate as the sun continued to disappear over the distant horizon.

The thing was, Meia knew very well she couldn’t talk about the dream she had had. “More like a nightmare,” she thought as she bit into some bread. Even as Queen of the Changelings, Meia/Chrysalis was not immune to fear, and truth be told, she felt that in what she had seen.

She had found herself standing in the balcony of a tower, chained before a shadowy figure. The chains suspeded her, so that even if she wanted to fall, she would remain hanging in an upright manner. Her body hurt, wracked with pains emanating from the recesses of her stomach. The figure stepped forward in time for her Meia disguise to falter and slip away, revealing the Queen of the Changelings, Chrysalis, in her place.

It was Spike, and he too was chained, from his legs to his arms and even his neck. The manacles looked durable and cast in some metal that not even he could break, though it seemed his body was too broken to even try. But his eyes were alight with a cold fury, with pain and sorrow that Chrysalis felt would overwhelm any who tried to ease it.

“You lied to me, to all of us,” he said, his chains rattling slightly. “You betrayed me: it was all just some ploy, some plot to take over Equestria again, wasn't it! Tell me the truth, you overgrown insect!" His voice had risen to a shout, sounding more terrible than the greatest of storms in its ferocity.

“No, no!” Chrysalis had screamed in her dream, struggling against the weight of her own body. “No, Spike. It was my intention to use you, but I soon lost sight of that. I love you!”

“A creature like you feeds off of love: you cannot feel it for yourself,” the dragon said, his now-soft voice filled with bitter contempt. “Though you may be thick with my seed, what you carry is no child of mine. The others and I face the gallows for your treachery, for your deceit, and I go gladly, so that I may never see your rotten face again. I never loved you, and nopony ever will! You will be alone, forever, with only your 'feelings' giving you any sort of solace!”

"No Spike: NO!” Chrysalis had shouted, only to find herself floating high above a city. Storm clouds had rolled in and lightning clashed with thunder in a battle as old as weather itself. The sky had turned red, red as blood, and the seas surrounding the city’s coastline raged as if they felt the sorrow within her. “No, Spike! Come back to me! It cannot end this way!” Her shouts were buffeted y the wind and rain, drowned out by the roar of thunder. In the middle of a city, a structure burned with unnatural flame, licking outwards and seemingly smiling as it devoured whatever was inside. A small burst of green flame shot forth, forming what looked to be a single teardrop.

Then everything had gone dark, and she felt strangely buoyant, as if she were floating in the waters of the Barnlantic once more. Her mind soon drifted back to the old stories her own mother had told her when she was young. Her mother: a changeling so kind to her daughter, and yet so cruel to everyone else.

“Now Chrissy, you must know of our kind’s past, as it is the key to our future.”

“But mother, I know all that stuff!” She had been listening to those same stories for so long, that even as her mother combed her hair, she would rather listen on how to use arcane spells.

“Not of our legends, of our eventual rebirth. But perhaps you are right: you have grown too old for simple bed-time stories, my little filly." There was the feeling of soft lips on her head as she was tucked in, something the queen had not allowed anyone but herself to do. "Goodnight, little Chrissy.”

The kiss to her forehead had awoken Chrysalis, so that when she blinked, she could have sworn she saw her mother’s face looking at her from the sky. But it was merely an illusion, and as she finished eating with her husband, a not-so-little piece of the frozen heart that was within Chrysalis melted, like a glacier under the heat of an intense sun. Overall, it was not much, but it was a start, a slippery slope to a place she did not know.

Author's Notes:

I gotta start putting in more adventure and traveling, or else Spike'll never make it back to Equestria. Also, damn: nightmares are too much fun to write.

Also, wow: one day to write, one day to proofread, edit and finalize.