Chapter Twenty Seven

A Well Deserved Honeymoon Interlude

Surprisingly, Maredagascar, or at least the place the ship landed on, was not too different from Agrabah. Marble columns, gold-covered domes on the towers and palace, gardens here and there, pools for swimming... It seemed that Spike’s arrival had been told of, for the minute Spike and his wives left the ship, they were greeted by a colorfully-dressed...

“Um, sir: who are you exactly?” Spike asked the odd pony-looking fellow. The pony was indeed odd, as he had the upper half of an earth pony and the lower half of a zebra. Plus, he had instantly welcomed them to the city, the name of which none of them could pronounce, as well as into his home. Then, without any segue, had started babbling on about trade and exotic goods.

“Oh, my apologies: I am Sultan Abd-Al-Karim: I trust you too received the letter?” The skinny equine seemed almost overjoyed to see Spike.

“What letter?” Spike asked, unsure why this... pony was inviting them into his home. He had heard of zebra/pony hybrids but didn’t know the name of them.

“Oh, you didn’t get one?” the hybrid asked, his smile faltering slightly as confusion too overtook his tone. “Your Princess Luna sent me one, asking me if you would like to use my palace as a place for your honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?” Spike asked, not mentioning Luna, as he was too confused as to why she hadn’t sent him the letter. “Well, only if you’re offering: I don’t want to intrude.”

“You could never intrude, Spike Dragul,” the sultan said. “It is my most humble pleasure to welcome you, and your wives, into my home,” he said, putting emphasis on “your wives”, in an apparent attempt to appear even more polite.

“Well, then, I thank you, sir,” Spike said, feeling a bit overwhelmed again. Wow, was he going to be treated like this in every city with a powerful ruler? “Where will we be staying in your... palace?”

“The guest rooms, of course: they have the best view in the city,” the stallion said, gesturing for them to follow.

They had not gone far before Spike turned to Asalah. “Asalah, have you ever seen a pony like him before?”

Asalah’s eyed were glazed over as she walked, though she quickly shook her head to clear up her thoughts. Obviously about last night, if her smile was any indicator. “He’s a zhorse, Spike: it’s what happens when a zebra mates with an earth pony.”

“Ah, so that’s what he is,” Spike replied.

Meanwhile, far away in the land from whence Spike came...

“It’s nice to see you again, Cadence,” Celestia said as she sipped her iced tea. The three princesses had gathered in the royal gardens and were currently shaded under a large, almost cloud-looking patio umbrella.

“It is nice to be back in Equestria, Tia,” Cadence replied, sipping her iced tea as well. “For once I was able to get away from all the hustle and bustle of running a kingdom. I don’t know how you do it, let alone having done it for so many centuries.”

“Well, with great power comes great responsibility, niece,” Luna said. They were all wearing light, somewhat frilly outfits, the kind one might find in a wealthy pony’s fashion catalog. “Besides, everypony needs a break from work, us included. Your husband must have his hands full, watching over both the security of your kingdom and your little foals.”

“Too true,” Cadence agreed, setting her cup down. “He’s taking it in stride, though: he has had so much more energy after they were born, I don’t know where it came from. So... I know I’ve been out of the loop for quite some time now: has anything major happened since the last time I was here?”

“Well, you know of the newest troubles brewing in the lands of the minotaurs,” Celestia said.

“Yes; they have been having problems with the current leadership, and as of now there have been smattering talks of rebellion. Anything else?” Cadence was usually on the cutting edge of news pertaining to her old home, but for a while she hadn’t been as privy to such news. Raising her foals had taken much of what little energy she had left after running a kingdom.

“Well, Spike has been married,” Luna said.

“What? Spike got married?” Cadence asked, almost dropping her iced tea. “When? To whom?”

“We told him about his royal duty and sent him on a world-wind tour,” Celestia said. “As of now, we believe he is somewhere in Maredagascar with his wives.”

Cadence had been in mid-sip when the word “wives” entered her ears. Barely suppressing the urge to spit, she swallowed and look at her aunts. “He has more than one wife already?”

“Four, to be exact,” Luna said. “Three unicorns and a zebra. Two of them are natives to Equestria, with the other unicorn being a Spreignish noblemare and the zebra, a sultana. One of them has been with him since he left Manehattan.”

“Well... wow,” Cadence said, a stunned look gracing her features. “I... I guess I never thought little Spikey Wikey would grow up so fast.”

Off in Ponyville, Rarity suddenly punched a hole in her bathroom wall for no reason.

“Well, I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did without a relationship,” Celestia said. “He grew into quite the looker.”

“That’s something, coming from Miss “No Coltfriend for Me”, sister,” Luna said with a giggle. Celestia’s complexion reddened slightly at this.

“Luna, we agreed we’d never talk about that.” She sounded embarrassed, and a little peeved as well, as if it had been a promise made in great secret with few still alive to know it had even happened.

“It’s not my fault you never found somepony good enough after him,” the younger princess said, apparently not noticing her sister’s peeved expression.

“Tell me more about Spike,” Cadence said, interrupting what was sure to become a very awkward conversation. The last time Celestia and Luna had gotten into a fight, it had taken the servants three days to clean all the desserts and bagels from the dining room. Every now and then, they still found some, usually under a desk or behind a curtain.

Celestia breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for such a distraction. “Well, the palace is currently being renovated, with a few new additions being put in place for Spike’s eventual family. We’ve even begun adding rooms for the foals.”

“Foals?” Cadence asked, her eyebrows almost disappearing into her mane. “Is... is Spike going to be a father? Already?”

“Yes,” Luna said. “All three unicorns are expecting. The first will be due around the time they all finally arrive in Canterlot, in about six or so months.” She and Celestia smiled in unison at this: they were going to be aunts all over again. It had been a terribly long time since they had last seen Cadence’s own foals, and seeing as Spike would be staying in the castle, they could see his foals whenever they wanted to.

“What about the other two?” Cadence asked, not believing she was going to be an aunt in half a year.

“They’re due about two months after that,” Luna said. “So we’ll have three new nieces or nephews: that is, if Asalah doesn’t become pregnant before she arrives in Equestria.”

“Who’s Asalah?” Cadence asked.

“The zebra mare Spike “accidentally” married, though I don’t think they view it as that anymore,” Celestia said, sipping some more of her iced tea.

“What do you mean by “accidentally” married?” Cadence asked. Had Spike been forced into it, or had Asalah?

“The local custom involving the suitor sleeping in the daughter’s room: Spike was drunk and awoke in there,” Luna said. “From what I understand, the other three didn’t handle it too well for a while, but they “got over it”, as you say.”

“What are the names of these other three?” the princess of the Crystal Empire asked.

“Trixie Nixiuba is the one most along in her pregnancy,” Celestia said. “The others are Meia Morphos and Maria Almareconraddo Del Rivioso.”

“Trixie Nixiuba? As in the famous show-stopping traveling pony?” Cadence asked. “I thought she was just on a hiatus after her last tour. How did Spike manage to snatch her up?”

“They met on a train and things got... passionate,” Luna said, blushing slightly. “When her heat hit, she became almost instantly pregnant: she went all the way to Roam to tell him, and they were married there.”

“Well, while I don’t condone the means through which their foal was conceived, I must commend Spike for being a true gentlecolt and marrying her.” Cadence adjusted her wings slightly behind her back. “These other two: is the named Maria the one from Spreign?”

“Indeed,” Celestia said, her voice slightly hushed from the mentioning of Roam. That was where the head of the Church of the Maressiah was, after all...

“Then what about this Meia Morphos?” Cadence asked. “She’s nopony I know of.”

“She is just a normal unicorn from Trotten,” Luna said. “Though if Spike’s letters are anything to go by, he’s totally smitten with her: with all of them, to be exact.”

Cadence was silent for a moment. “Smitten? How smitten?” she asked.

“Very much so,” Luna said, her tone taking on a slightly confused tone. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering if he could be... under a spell,” Cadence said, a slight edge coming into her tone.
“What makes you think that?” Celestia asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Don’t you think it is a little too convenient that some pony he just happens to meet in Manehattan would travel so far with him and become one of his wives? What do we know of this Meia?”

“Cadence, mind your tone,” Celestia said, a slight edge coming into her own voice as well. “Are you insinuating that this Meia could be an imposter?”

“Well... I don’t know,” Cadence admitted, some of her confidence leaving her. “I just... I just had a horrible thought about the Changelings, and how they tried to ruin my wedding, and how their queen is so devious that she’d no doubt take advantage of a well-meaning dragon like Spike. Am I wrong for thinking of that?”

There was silence for a few moments. “No, dear niece: there is nothing wrong with having a little skepticism,” Luna said. “Besides, if Spike truly were under Queen Chrysalises’ control, do you think he’d have married three other mares? She’d have wanted all his love to herself and couldn’t afford to have him give it to others.”

“I... I suppose you are right,” the alicorn princess said, finishing her iced tea. “I’m just a bit worried for him is all: he’s going to be a father, after all.”

“We all care for him too, Cadence,” Celestia said. “We all want him to come home with his wives, all safe and sound. He has important duties in his future, as will his foals when their time comes.”

“Ah, those duties,” Cadence said. “Have you begun making all the necessary preparations?”

“Entirely,” Celestia said. “There’s a nice palatial cottage higher up in the mountains that would be an excellent spot. I’m just not sure it’s for us: maybe Spike would like it as a small vacation home?”

“Yes, no doubt: that is where he’d likely conceive more heirs with his wives,” Luna said with a snicker.

Cadence looked astonished, but her smile grew as well. “Dragons do have the habit of begetting many offspring,” she said, snickering.

“Ladies, please,” Celestia said in a tone that tried to be stern, though her smile said otherwise. “I am sure Spike can restrain himself from having twenty heirs.”

Meanwhile, in Maredagascar...

The city was a nice place to find exotic goods, which was why Trixie and Maria gladly went off with several palace servants to peruse the goods. This left Spike, Asalah and Meia lone in their room.

It didn’t take long before things got heated.

“So, I grab it like this?” Asalah asked, slowly clasping her hand around Spike’s erect shaft. Well, tried to, anyway: it was too wide for her to entirely wrap her hand around it. The aforementioned dragon let out a small grunt of pleasure at her touch: her hand was incredibly soft.

“Exactly, though not too tightly,” Meia said, gently guiding her own hand over the zebra’s. She had decided it was time for Asalah to learn more about the “carnal arts”, as she called them, and right now she was going to teach her three important skills. Well, the only true three she had a leg up over on the zebra in terms of pleasure, but she had practiced enough to know she’d be a good instructor. “Now, gently, and I muss stress the gentle part, slide your hand up and down.”

“Like this?” Asalah asked, pumping her hand her hand up and down Spike with much fervor.

“No, no, that’s too fast, too early,” Meia said, arresting the zebra’s hand. They looked up in time for Spike to wince from the sudden motions. “Asalah, you need to start out slow.”

“Okay,” the zebra said, pumping the shaft, this time much, much slower. Spike let out a low hum of pleasure, the sound sounding once again like a violin.

“Yeah, he does that from time to time,” Meia said when Asalah looked at her in confusion. “Keep going.”

Asalah continued to slowly pump her husband’s shaft until Spike thrust forward slightly with his hips.

“That’s the signal to go faster,” Meia said, guiding her hand over Asalah’s to make her pick up speed. The zebra did so, maintaining a faster pace than before. She did this for some time until Meia removed her hand.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” Asalah asked.

“No, dear: it’s time for the next part,” Meia said, nuzzling up next to Spike’s erection. “Here, smell your husband’s musk.”

Asalah was hesitant to do so, but she slowly placed her face alongside her husband’s dick and inhaled slowly. His thick, masculine scent filled her nostrils, making her legs go weak and her head spin. He was a testament to dragon virility and endurance, as any lesser creature would have come at the sight of two such beauties nuzzling their dick.

She could feel the softness of his scales, their minute size meaning it felt almost exactly like skin. The texture aside, his loins were warm, almost hot to the touch: not that she minded. The overall texture, combined with the pleasant heat and dominating size, meant she was very, very turned on by her husband’s genitalia.

Then she heard a slurp. Looking over in surprise, she saw Meia licking up and down their husband’s shaft, earning a slight groan from Spike in response.

“What are you doing?” Asalah whispered, her hot breath unknowingly washing over Spike’s balls: his tail twitched slightly at that.

“Preparing you for the second lesson,” Meia said, slurping up and down the piece of meat like it was candy. “Here: you try.”

“I... I don’t know,” Asalah said, looking at the bulbous cap of her husband’s love stick.

“Just try it: it tastes better than you think,” Meia replied.

Asalah looked at Meia, then to the giant cock in front of her, and then up to her husband’s face. His eyes were closed in pleasure, and his breathing, though quick, was deep: he was having a great time, so why shouldn’t she try and make it better?

Tentatively, the zebra mare let her tongue slide out and brush up against her husband’s pulsating dick. After a few licks, she retreated her tongue back into her mouth, as if sampling the flavor.

“Well?” Meia asked.

“It’s... it’s rather... good,” Asalah said, sounding a bit puzzled as she opened her mouth again and began to lick in more earnest. “Why is that?” she asked between licks.

“Likely the dragon pheromones: each of us tastes something different,” Meia replied, joining her in the licking. Soon enough, with the build-up of saliva, their licks grew longer, covered more area, and became sloppier. Slurping noises pervaded the area as they serviced the dragon, whose breathing was becoming quicker and quicker.

Meia removed her tongue and moved her mouth over the crown of Spike’s swollen cock. “Now, like this,” she said to Asalah, pushing herself down onto the dick. She made it about halfway before she could go no further, but judging from Spike’s sudden spike in humming, it didn’t matter.

Asalah watched in rapt fascination as Meia sucked Spike’s cock with her whole mouth, drool leaking from the sides as she slid up and down. Her hand worked its way to Spike’s base and began pumping hi as best she could, all the while she moaned into the pole of meat stuffed in her mouth.

Spike thrust ever so slightly at these ministrations, which lasted a few minutes until Meia retreated, taking a deep breath to soothe her lungs. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, gently pulling Asalah closer to the slick rod.

Asalah looked at the giant pole, a hungry gleam spreading through her eyes. Without hesitation, she took the head into her mouth, stretching wide to fit it all in. her own drool leaked form the corners of her mouth, sliding down the drool still left behind by Meia. Then, slowly, she began to go down... and down... and down... until she was farther than Meia had been: significantly father.

“How... how do you do that?” Meia asked in disbelief when Asalah let the cock slide out of her mouth.

“Do what?” Asalah asked, popping Spike’s dick back in her mouth, causing the dragon to wince: he almost exploded right then and there.

“Take him so... so... deep,” Meia said. Asalah made no motion she had acknowledged her, as the sounds of her slurping had grown rather loud.

Spike was in heaven: why was it every single little thing that went bad in life could never equate to even the smallest smattering of love he felt, and showed, and was shown by, his wives? Either Lady Luck had a severe crush on him, or he lead a very charmed life.

Asalah’s ministrations continued for several minutes before Spike let out a groan. “Ladies, I’m... I’m...”

Meia pulled Asalah off of their husband, the shaft exiting her mouth with a loud pop. Before the zebra could protest, Meia pressed the zebra’s breasts up against Spike’s swollen love stick. She then did the same.

“Pump!” she said to Spike, putting emphasis in her words. Spike all-too-gladly complied, the fire in his loins threatening to burn him from the inside out. With a snap of his hips he thrust one, two, three times between the heavenly globes that were the breasts of his wives, and then he came.

It was not like before, a hose or anything: to Meia, it was like a blast. Hot, sticky seed shot forth from Spike’s dick with enough force to sting, almost like rain in a driving wind. It hit her and Asalah square in the faces, making them both gasp in surprise. The next blasts went into their open mouths, which closed in surprise and glee, at least in Meia’s case.

The blasts became a steady stream, the thick ooze covering the necklines and breasts of the two mares. Some of it even leaked between them, slowly running down their bellies. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of oozing cum, Spike’s penis stopped and began to soften.

“Oh my,” Asalah said as she swallowed the baby batter. That was... that was entirely unexpected. “Spike, why does your semen taste like honey?”

“Like what?” Spike asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Honey: it tastes like the sweetest of honeys,” Asalah said, wiping some from her stomach and brining it to her lips. She sucked it off gleefully.

“It’s those dragon pheromones at work again, Asalah,” Meia said as she too licked herself clean, her tongue lapping up all the creamy substance she could. “It is different for every pony: I taste strawberries, Maria tastes chocolate, and Trixie told us it was like cream.”

“Well, if any of you mares ever get the sweet tooth, you just let me know,” Spike said with a wink, glad to have “been of service” to his wives. “Come on: we should get cleaned up. The others will be back soon and I doubt they’d react well to finding out they missed out on some “sweets”, as you called them.”

The two mares, after licking what they could off of themselves, agreed and went into another room to wash up. Spike washed up in another room and got dressed, glad he had no obligation to leave Maredagascar any time soon. It would have taken away from the beauty and splendor of living in a palace where he wasn’t in danger of getting drunk and marrying another sultan’s daughter.

When he exited that room, he found himself swarmed by his now-four wives, who proceeded to drag him out of the palace and to the market, where several stagecoaches were waiting for them.

“These will be for the luggage,” Maria said. “There’s a lot of things to buy down in the markets that would look absolutely fabulous in our home.” She had been bitten by the spending bug, and it looked like the infection had spread to the other four.

Spike groaned in his head: this was going to be a long day.

Several hours later...

“Ugh, my feet,” Spike said, wincing with almost every step. They had just gotten back and his wives had rushed off to bed, tired from shopping all day. He, on the other hand, had been dumb and/or chivalrous enough to carry their goods back to the carriages. The number of trips he had taken back and forth...

“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” he muttered, his words becoming like a mantra as he walked to their room. They were all sleeping in separate beds, more for the sake of room and less for the fact that they each needed space. Sitting on his own bed, Spike removed his clothes and threw himself back, intent on sleeping as the moon shone in the night sky.

However, fate had others plans, as did a pair of eyes watching him. Slowly, quietly, a figure approached him, the clothes rustling ever-so-slightly in the breeze as they did.

Spike heard the rustling and sat up, looking over at where the figure was. “Meia? Is that you?” he asked.

“Yes Spike: it’s me,” she said, her voice sounding... off. He could see her just fine, but... had she been crying?

“What is it? Is something wrong?” he asked, getting up and walking over to her. She sniffled slightly and let him put his arms around her as the moonlight bathed them in an ethereal glow.

“Come on, you can tell me,” he said, gently hugging her against his solid chest.

“No, no, I can’t,” she whimpered. Just hours ago she had been happy as a clam, and now she was crying?

“Yes, you can,” Spike said, putting a slight bit of sternness into his voice. “Couples don’t keep secrets from each other, my love: you know that.”

This only made her choke back another sob, but she did stop crying. They stood in silence for a few minutes, her breathing returning to normal. She was stalling, steeling her nerves for something: but for what?

“Spike?” she said, looking into his face with teary eyes. “Do you remember where I told you where I was from?”
“Yes: Trotten, I believe,” he said softly.

“I... I lied: I’ve never been to Trotten,” she said softly. “In fact, the first time I ever went to eastern Equestria was the day I met you.”

“You... you lied to me?” Spike asked, confused. “What do you mean, you’re not from where you say you are?”

“Spike, do you love me?” she asked. Okay something was definitely up: something big.

“Yes,” Spike said. “You know I love you: so very, very much.”

“Spike, will you still love me, even after I tell you something?” Meia asked.

“Yes, of course: I could never stop loving you,” the dragon said softly.

Meia sighed: it was now or never. Gently pushing herself back from her husband, she looked him in the eyes. “Promise me you won’t shout.”

“Wha-?” Spike began, but never finished. There was a shimmer over the pelt of his wife, as if she were water that had suddenly been disturbed. The moonlight highlighted everything he saw, and yet... he didn’t know what he was seeing.

Her eyes were green, but her green pelt... it was gone, replaced by sleek, black fur that shimmered like silk. Her horn, as short as any unicorn’s, grew long and developed a jagged nature to it. Her mane, once black, became a shimmering shade of green, almost like spring grass. Out of her back emerged a pair of glittering wings, looking as frail as a snowflake on a winter morning. Her hourglass figure, complete with incredibly perky breasts and well-toned thighs stood out in the dark.

Meia was gone: before him, in the same clothes his wife wore, stood...

“Chrysalis,” Spike said, his voice a whisper.

“Hello, Spike,” the queen of the changelings said, a single tear rolling down her snout. “I’m... I’m sorry.”

Author's Notes:

Well now, I bet none of you were expecting that at this point. Truth was, me neither: I was planning for this to happen about nine chapters from now, but looking back on it, I think it'll fit in better at this point.