"Oh Starlight, I messed up so bad," Twilight sighed softly on the other line. Starlight was working on remodeling her bedroom, still ruined by her boobytrap. The destroyed items had long since been removed and the crystal walls were covered with plastered walls; various paint swatches floated above Starlight - who was laying on her back on the ground - guess she wanted a normal apartment theme. The phone on speaker laying beside her head.
"Well, you did rush to conclusions, as usual." Starlight said, looking at a marine blue swatch and a sunset one."I'm surprised he hasn't called you out earlier."
"He has… plenty of times. I-I can't help it, I know it's Spike, he wouldn't hurt anyone if it wasn't for good reason. But…" Twilight paused for a moment.
"Bookhorse, spit it out." Starlight said, eyes narrowing at that. Putting the blue down and pulling a light minty green swatch and a pretty lilac purple one up to view them both.
"Well...call me silly, heck call me a bish-"
"Bish? You mean a bitch?" Starlight asks, raising a brow.
"I don't like using that word, but it's what I am." Twilight sighed heavily. "I have a small fear that one day… Spike might lose control of his instincts. Like when he gave in into his greed, but worse."
Starlight grunted, sitting up. "Just because he's a dragon doesn't mean he'll stoop from the noble dragon to bloodthirsty." she said, refering what Spike calls himself. A part of her wants to go to the Empire and drag bookhorse out of there and beat her with the dummy stick.
"This article Blueblood set up made Spike look like it. Why would Blueblood even mess with Spike? Those two never got along, and after Rachel? This doesn't make any sense." Twilight said, the sounds of her slurping something was loud and uncomfortable to Starlight's ears. "Sorry. Anyway, Blueblood, from what I learned, never really got involved with humans. I don't think he never spoke to a human before Rachel."
Starlight rolled her eyes before asking, "Maybe he saw her as an opportunity for a publicity stunt. Do some photo opts, gain some liking from the humans, boost his drama queen ego. Probably compensating for something else." she chuckled.
"From what Shining and Spike told me, Blueblood was hitting on Rachel, flirting and she denied his approach and lashed out." Twilight explained. "I'm sending a letter to Princess Celestia to address this."
"How's Rachel doing by the way?" Starlight asked before grabbing the sunset swatch and looked to pick which of the five walls to paint over first. "Was the eye jab real?"
"Eeyup. She has a very nasty black eye." Twilight said. "For a creature less than half of his height, and bones are like glass against a dragon's strength, she took that hit like a champ."
"She's lucky he didn't take her head off." Starlight said, taking a moment to go and take a drink of her water bottle. Starlight tilted back and took a drink to find that it was empty.
Deciding to go ahead and take five, she walked out of her room and walked downstairs. "Look, why don't you come home and let the couple work things out. You don't need to helicopter them. Give Spike some space and figure out how to make it up to him."
"Before I go, we need to look up more research for Mother Cells. There's been an update and it's huge!"
Starlight blinked in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Spike entered the infirmary room just as Rachel had thrown her jacket back on and Doctor Stinefall was writing something down in his clipboard. "If you feel any side effects from the Crystal Heart, do not hesitate to call either me or the other professionals. Understand, Ms. Lockhart."
Rachel nodded. "Understood, sir." She said, hopping off of the bed.
"You ready?" Spike asked as she walked over to him.
"Ready for what?" Rachel asked, she looked tired and clearly looked done with this whole day. That much, Spike could sense it coming off of her.
"Dinner," he replied with a soft smile. "After what you went through, figured food is the next best thing."
"Spike, I don't know. Last thing I want is something else happening." Rachel sighed, shaking her head. "I much rather want to sleep…"
The purple dragon walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and brought her into a hug. "I know you're tired, the past couple of days have not been good for either of us."
"No shit, Sherlock." Rachel said before returning his embrace.
A few moments have past and Spike did not let go of the hug.
"Spike, okay." Rachel said, patting his back.
He didn't let go then.
"Um, Spike?" She poked his sides.
The purple dragon chuckled by that and still did not remove himself.
"Okay, what are you doing?" Rachel grunted then.
"Hugging you." He replied with a smug look. Plopping his chin on top of her head, having to bend a little to do so.
"I can feel your lower back muscles moving that tail." Rachel grunted. "Spike, what do you have going on inside that brain of yours?"
"Come to dinner and find out." Spike replied cheeky.
"You can't make me go." Rachel said, trying to push him off but he wasn't letting go. "Spike, you're not making me. Spike? Spike! SPIKE!~"
Ten minutes later.
"I hate you, you know that?" Rachel grumbled as she found herself being draped over the dragon's shoulders and was carried down the hall towards the spiral grand staircase.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said, pinching her bum, giggling when she squealed.
"Hey!"
Spike smirked before coming up to the dining hall and finally put her down. "There, you're finally down. Better?"
"Okay, what is this dinner so important that you have to carry me?" Rachel asked, glaring up at him.
"Look, I'm sorry, I just thought after what you went through, food might help."
"I'm not hungry." She said in defiance, crossing her arms together.
But boy did her senses betray her when the delicious aroma of food coming from the dining room escaped through the cracks of the door, whaffing her nose and her stomach growled loudly. Her face blushing a red hue, having her mate grinning.
"Hungry now?" he asked cheeky.
"No i- wait do I smell….Ribs?" Rachel cuts herself off and smells the air. It did have a meaty smell.
Spike hummed, walking over to the door. "You think an Empire that pretty much worships a carnivore and not stock up the kitchen?"
"And they are...okay with slaughtering a pig and cooking it?" She asked, finding herself following him.
"Shining is more relaxed than Twilight, that's for damn sure." Spike smirked before opening the door and holding it for her.
Rachel looked into the dining hall and her eyes widened and she began to drool a little when seeing a fresh rack of babyback ribs, sides of mash potatoes, collard greens, pretty much everything the human loves all sprawled up on the crystal dining table.
"Uh…." Rachel didn't know what to say.
"Spike may have mentioned once or twice what you like." Shining chuckled as he walked into the dining room from the kitchen door.
Rachel cast a look over her shoulder to look at the said dragon. Spike turned away, whistling like he was innocent.
"Well, dinner awaits you two." Shining chuckled, walking out of the dining hall, walking past the couple. He patted Spike on the arm, Spike gave him a nod of thanks before leaving them.
Spike chuckled before looking at Rachel. "So, my dear, shall we?" he asked, walking over to a chair and pulled it out for her.
Rachel stared at the dragon before giving him a soft smile. "Yeah, might as well." she said, walking over to him and sat down. The dragon pushing her in before he took his seat next to her.
The servant ponies fixed up their plates and soft music began playing in the background and lights dimmed to candle light. Having that romantic atmosphere in the hall.
"Well, isn't this sweet," Rachel chuckled as she dined. "I think your brother is trying to tell us something." She looked at Spike who shook his head with a grin.
"Well, he's married to a literal love goddess, of course he picked up a few things from her." Spike said.
"Obvious is obvious big guy." Rachel teased.
Spike could see that her mood has already started to lighten up. That was very good, maybe this day could be saved, and he oh so wants this day to go well.
It can go even better with these baby back ribs in his belly.
Picking up his whole rack of ribs in his hands and began devouring it with delight. Though his stomach much rather had him eat the raw flesh and guts of his prey, he couldn't deny the cooked pork sprinkled specially in crushed gems for the taste made only for him.
Who knew gems smothered in BBQ sauce would taste so good.
He looked to his right and nearly choked in sight of Rachel. Her face was just covered in sauce, also enjoying her meat. He couldn't help but giggle. "Carnivore." he teased.
"Mmmphh, hhmmpph," Rachel muffled before swallowing her food. "Sorry, I said look who's talking." she chuckled.
Spike smirked before surprising Rachel by leaning over her and licked her lips, licking the bbq sauce off of her and smiled. "Yummy~ 3."
Rachel's face glowed beat red. "Fuck you." She squeaked.
"Is that an offer?" Spike responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "If so, I'm happy to oblige." his tail rubbing against her leg.
"Boy, don't you start." Rachel grunted but didn't do anything to push that tail away.
Spike kept moving his tail up and down her leg, rubbing and massaging it. Rachel tried not to make noise from him moving his tail all along the inside of her inner thigh.
"I know what you are doing, Spike," Rachel said, feeling the tip of his tail snaking its way up north.
Spike chuckled as he took a drink from his cup, humming softly. "I don't have the faintest clue of what you're talking about." He casted a look at the remaining ponies in the hall. He made a hand gesture and they left the hall all together.
Leaving Rachel and Spike fully alone.
"You know, me being pretty much a prince, I do hold power here. What I say or do, these ponies do what I ask with no hesitation." Spike smirked.
"There you go, stroking that massive ego of yours." Rachel teased.
"Oh I can come up with other things that can require such," Spike giggled as the tip of his tail found its way to her crotch and rubbed against the fabric of her pants. Causing Rachel to moan softly, biting her lips to stifle her sounds.
Spike was glad things had already started to lighten up. The Heart fiasco, the Gala...what Spike did, he was surprised that Rachel hasn't given up on them. He hopes this evening will help them, the dragon already got some ideas formed from their current conversation that could make this go to their liking.
With a grin, Spike turned to her. "You know…" it happened so fast, Rachel didn't know what was going on till she found herself pinned optop of the table, the empty plates and bowls of sides were pushed back, a couple of items even fell off of the table. Spike loomed over her with a mischievous look on his face, hands pinning the woman's body with his "Since I do hold power here, whatever I say or do, no one could object," he said, giving the side of his mate's neck a slow, longing lick. "Say if I want to ravish you here as my feast..." he trailed off to be left completely by her's imagination.
Rachel's face continued to flush bright red as he made advances on her. His low tone made her heart jump. She grinned, "hmm, competent, are we?" Rachel chuckled. "You think this will help you win the challenge?"
Spike stopped his licking. He looked up at her with a soft blush of his own. "Can you blame me? Baby, challenge or not, I can't seem to keep my hands off of you." He said before his hands began rubbing her sides.
It was the first time since the barn he was able to touch her like this. A part of him did fear he would lose control on her again. The sight of her body laying in her own blood forever haunted in his mind. Even though he was being forward of wanting this kind of contact with Rachel, he did give her some room to decline his advancements.
Rachel gave him a look, she stared at him for the longest time without saying anything. He could tell that she was in deep thought before something clicked. Her eyes half-lidded, a seductive smile spread across her lips before she reached over his shoulders and began rubbing his wings. His wings flapped open and stiffened by her touch, feeling her fingers stroking along parts of his outer membrane and the arm of the wing. Her cruel, wicked hands taunting and teasing him so!
"Oh Spike," Rachel giggled,. Spike's heart started to skip beats when she started speaking in this seductive tone. "are you sure about that?"
Looks like she wasn't declining.
Spike lets out a low growl from her touching his wings before he leans in and fully claims her soft lips for his own.
Blueblood by then was walking down the hallway of the castle, making his way towards his suite. His body was reacting differently than before, he kept scratching at both of his forearms as if there was an unexplained rash, developed during the Heart incident.
So much power, I never felt anything like that. Blueblood thought as he walked around. At first he didn't notice the itching but as the day progressed after the Heart it got worse. His nails kept digging at his flesh to try and relieve the itching.
Gods dammit why was he so itchy?!
"Ooh, I need a calamine bath stat. This is torturous!" He whines. While he made his way to a flight of stairs that would take him to his room, this sweet, familiar ambrosia smell filled his nostrils.
Oh dear… he sniffed the air. He knew what that smell was...it belongs to her… Blueblood grunted, turning his head to look over his shoulders, looking back down the hallway of doors.
Right...the source of that chaotic surge. To his surprise when the prince learned that a human was able to unleash that power from touching the Heart. This unruly, beast who humiliated him during the Gala, this...Mother Cell, was the cause of the Heart becoming unstable.
He could still feel that beautiful sensation overtook him like a warm embrace. Combining with her scent…
Despite her brutish deminor, this human could be proved quite resourceful if he could...get his hands on her...
Blueblood finds himself making his way towards the dining hall. The prince couldn't believe that this small, insignificant hairless ape was having this strong effect on him.
When he got to the doors, he heard some noises coming from inside. There were no guards posted by the doors. Curiosity and the scent of the human was making him go and investigate it.
The prince opened the door slowly, through the crack, he saw what was going on and his face blushed a red hue.
It was Spike and his mate on top of the dining table. Spike had already hitched Rachel's shirt up. The human's breasts were exposed, and the dragon was messing with them. One hand gripping, squeezing her soft flesh and pinching her pink nips while he was tugging and suckling on the other breast without a care that somepony might walk in on them.
The servants pretty much knew what was going to happen, heck, even Shining knew when he set this up that this was going to lead up to this. That's how much Shining knows his baby brother. So there shouldn't be anyone sneaking up on them - Celestia knows the servants knew what to do - Cadence and Shining fucked on that dining table moments before Spike and Rachel came to the Crystal Empire!
Rachel moaned quite lewdly, one of her hands placed on the back of the dragon's head as he played with her. Her legs tingle with anticipation, biting her lower lips as she watches him, her body slowly heating up by the dragon's play.
She got something on her mind, a little idea… formed in her head. And it's all thanks to what Spike said moments ago.
He's in for a real...challenging treat.
Blueblood felt his blood boil when he saw that purple beast contaminating the human. His hands balled up into fists and his horn sparked in rage.
If he was to get his hand on this human, the dragon needed to be taken care of.
Though...Blueblood couldn't pull away from what he was seeing of the human. Founding his hand began rubbing his groin while watching. Watching Rachel...
As Spike switched breasts and suckled on the other one while being consumed by her scent, Rachel just happened to turn her head towards the door, enjoying the breast play before she noticed something.
Or somepony watching them from the door.
"Oh shit!" Rachel shouted, it made Spike jump and accidently bit her as a result. His large fangs pierced her titflesh and she began bleeding. Rachel screamed in pain from the bite and pushed him off. "Papaya, papaya!" she shouted the safe word.
Blueblood quickly teleported out, using a spell to hide his scent from the dragon.
Cause he knew he was fucking dead if the dragon catches him and Blueblood's plans would die with him.
Spike quickly pulled away with a gasp, some of her blood was trickling down from his lips. His eyes looked at horror where he bit her, there was a perfect circle around her areola.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Spike said, grabbing a towel off of the table and pressed it up against her boob. "Rachel, I didn't mean-"
"Spike, someone was watching us." Rachel huffs at the pain, wincing when he pressed it against the wound.
"What?" Spike turns his head over at the doors, he notices it was left ajar. Making sure Rachel was alright, he got up and walked over to the door. He grabbed the knobbed and pulled the door open all the way, looking out to see if there was anyone there.
He narrowed as he looked down the hallways, stepping out for a moment and took a whiff of the air. First off, he could instantly smell the metallic scent of magic being used in this area. It was clearly fresh, but it was also combined with so many other scents that it messed with his tracking.
"Picking up anything?" Rachel called. She pats the blood off befor pulling it away to see the damage. It was clearly bleeding but she could tell that she didn't lose her nipple.
"Well, someone was here," he confirmed it. "I can't tell who though." Spike walked back in, wiping the blood off his mouth and looking at her. "Rachel, I'm sorry, I jumped when you shouted. Are you alright?"
He couldn't believe his dumb, fucking luck. He unintentionally hurt his girlfriend, YET AGAIN! He looked defeated, wings drooped to the ground, his ears fell. Spike didn't know what to do anymore.
"I'm fine, baby," Rachel sighed, grunting at the pressure. "It was an accident, its okay."
"No..it's not." Spike said softly. He walked over to a chair and sat down. "It seems since you moved in, you kept getting hurt by me." He said, elbows leaning against his knees and hands burying his face.
"Spike, all of them were accidents. I knew there were to come when I first met you." Rachel said. "I know now that I should have notified you a little different. You definitely gave me a big hickey, talk about a purple nurple" Rachel chuckled, trying to make some light of the situation. She wasn't mad that he bit her, annoyed that it happened but really thought it was a big deal.
When the purple dragon did not respond to that little joke, that was when Rachel saw how genuinely upset he was at this recurring situation.
She sighed, hopping off of the table and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't we go and turn in for the night. I'm going to use the restroom real quick and then go take a shower, you go ahead and head off to the room."
Spike's shoulders sagged, gently placing a hand over hers, solemnly nodding at what she said.
Adjusting her clothes, keeping the rag pressed against her chest with her shirt with a hand, Rachel walked out. Before she did however, something told her to grab one of the knives and tucked it into her sleeves and hid it. Something in her gut told her that she was going to encounter something and she may need it. The stones in her bracelet were there with the day she had, she doesn't want anything to do with magic at the moment.
Spike, with his head down, made his way back to the bedrooms.
Making her way to the bathrooms, Rachel made sure no one was in the stalls before she lifted up her shirt and bra in front of the mirror to get a better look at the bite.
"Yeesh, this is gonna leave a mark for a while." She mumbled. She took some paper towels, turned on the water to soak it and cleaned the wound.
Rachel continued to clean the blood away, mentally complaining about her bleeding profusely, thinking that she'll be in here for a while - damn to hell if she's setting foot back in a hospital room, she noticed that she wasn't bleeding as bad.
Turned out that it had stopped.
"Huh." She examined her breast a little closely, examining the flesh. It was already healed, wounds sealed completely. The coloring however was different. It wasn't a usual light pink coloring scars tend to leave. To the untrained eye, it's not noticeable, but since Rachel was a painter, she could see that the bite around her breast had a more...yellow coloring.
Blinking in confusion, she stepped back. "Okay, okay that is...not right." She muttered,
Rachel had thought she was seeing things in this lightning. She pressed and massaged her breast to see if it was still as tender as when Spike bit her. There was some sensitivity to her breast but otherwise it wasn't painful.
"Okay, I knew it was bleeding, that was a fact." She said. "Not even that bad then, But sadly, Spike is feeling pretty down." She sighed, fixing her clothes.
The dragon has done his darn best to complete this date challenge, he did everything he could to make this date be as best as it could be, even having to recruit his brother to help. Things seemed to stack against the two of them for some reason or another.
Rachel rubbed her face and moaned. "He is worth it," she told herself about spike. "Spike is worth it." She rubbed her neck, popping it in progress. She wasn't going to give up on him, not something
She dug into her pants pocket and pulled out her phone with her splintered hand and checked the time. It was 11:09, less than an hour till midnight.
Yeah, there is still time. She thought before taking her notebook out and looked at the tallies. Rachel weighed in what happened the last time since she updated it. Thinking all of what happened so far on the date, not adding the Heart fiasco.
She got up to eight. Eight tallies, two more to reach Spike's full total. The more she thought on that, the more Rachel got to think more of her other idea. The one Spike gave her.
Even if she has to extend the time.
Rachel knew right then exactly what to do. This date challenge was meant to be fun for the both of them. It can't exactly work if the other partner was not having fun.
Collecting herself, she left the restrooms and began heading towards the bedrooms.
As she made her way to the stairs, Rachel ran right smack into a unicorn who suddenly teleported right in front of her.
"Oh I'm so sorry," Rachel quickly said, but took the sorry back the second she saw who it was and backed off of him quickly.
Fucking Blueballs.
"Oh it's nothing to be sorry about, my dear." The prince said with a chuckle, smoothing out the wrinkles of his suit. He then noticed a spot of red on her clothes.
"What the actual hell do you want?" Rachel asked, the knife in her sleeve still hidden.
Blueblood grunted. "See you are still brutish as ever."
"Oh I can show you more if you like," she crossed her arms. " But I have something important to attend to so if you please excuse me." She walked past him, proceeding to head upstairs.
Blueblood teleported a couple of steps in front of her. "When someone of royal lineage wants a moment of your time, you are required to-"
"Oh don't start spewing that shit." Rachel cuts him off. "I don't give a damn who you are, Blueblood. Your title is bullshit, you didn't do anything to earn the title Prince." She pushes on, this time shoving him out the way. "Take the hint and piss off."
Blueblood couldn't even get a word he was trying to say without this human cutting him off. He snarled and reached out to grab her arm. "Listen here you wrecked wench, I~hyyaahhh!" Blueblood screamed then, moving back.
His arm where he grabbed her had a large cut. The expensive material cut and the prince was bleeding.
Standing over him was Rachel, holding the knife she had taken out in her hand. The edge of the blade was dripping.
I...I didn't even see her move...Blueblood thought. He couldn't believe that this girl cut him.
Before he had the chance to move, Rachel lunged at him, pushing him up against the wall, one hand having a death like grip in his horn and the knife pressed against his groin.
Blueblood was flabbergasted that this woman has this much strength! He stiffened when he felt the steel pressed against him.
"Listen to me closely," Rachel growled at him. "I don't know your game, but since we met, you've been nothing more than a pain in my ass."
"unhand me!" He tried to push her off but he stopped when the blade pressed deeper into his crotch. If he moves again he's losing a few members.
Then, he saw the look in her eyes. This cold, menacing look on the human's face. "The next time you come after Spike and I, you won't have to worry about Spike mauling you, he'll have to worry about finding your parts first."
"You? Threaten me~" he started to growl but ended up whimpering as his horn was straining from Rachel's grip.
"Come after us again and see where it leads you." She said before letting him go, slipping the knife back into her sleeves and turned her back to him and walked up.
Anger boiling his blood, the prince began to use his magic, planning on using a spell to deal with this little bitch.
But when he shot at her, his magic turned into bubbles.
"What the hell?!" Blueblood gasped in confusion. Rachel had turned to see the bubbles floating in the air.
Rachel was about to take the knife out again before this chaotic laugh echoed the room.
"Now, now, there has been enough of that for one day." The bubbles spoke, yellow and red eyes sprouted on them before morphing to the Lord of Chaos himself. "Hello honeys!"
Oh great, this eyesore. Blueblood growled in thought.
"Not now, Discord." Rachel grunted.
Discord giggled before ending up behind her. "Now, Rachel, is that anyway of talking to someone who clearly saved you from playboy here?" He swipes the knife out of her sleeves and crumbles it up into a ball, and tosses it aside.
"Hey!"
Discord laughs, teleporting away as Rachel was going to hit him with her elbow. He reappeared behind the prince and leaned against him. "Trying to hurt my friend's girl is not what you want to do." He said, poking the prince.
Blueblood jumped in surprise and backed away from the spirit.
"Oh? Where is that brave persona you just had?" Discord taunts the prince.
"She cut me!" Blueblood snarled, showing him the cut on her arm. "You saw the knife!"
"I saw her defending herself against you." Discord boops the prince's muzzle. The prince hisses and tries to blast the draconequus but his blasts was turned into a stream of chocolate milk, for which Discord had opened his mouth and drank it.
"Oh yuck, it's spoiled, but with you, that is to be expected." Discord said, smacking his lips.
Blueblood was increasingly becoming even more pissed off. "How dare you!" He lunges at the spirit.
"And that is enough of that." With a snap of the lord's fingers, an orange portal appeared and just engulfed the prince and he disappeared.
Rachel blinks in confusion. She looked to where Blueblood was just at, and back to Discord. "Okay, I don't like him, but what did you do to him?" She asked him.
Discord was picking at her talons with a chuckle. "I sent him home. Will he make it there in one piece, I don't know." He shrugged. "You care?"
"Not in the slightest." She replied, folding her arms and sighed. "Thanks for stepping in, I was about to actually kill him."
"Oh Rachie, join the club." Discord giggled.
"Now what the fuck do you want?"
Discord stares at her and smirks. "Just thought I can help mend both you and Spike's relationship. Last night's Gala and the Heart - yes I know all about it. I felt the most intense high I ever experienced." He giggled, floating above her.
"You...you felt that?" Rachel asked softly.
"Oh yes." He chuckled. "Here I was, minding my own business, trying to think of what to do with my best friend and his girl's problems when it happened. The chaotic energy in the air pretty much put me in a high state."
Rachel ducked away from him after that."Okay, I'm going."
Discord huffed. "I was making a joke. You humans are just as bad as the ponies here, no sense of a good joke." He continued to float above her. "I mean what I said, I want to help."
"There is nothing to fix. I have to get going." Rachel said as she walked, Discord followed.
"Got something planned for Spike?" He asked, being nosy.
Rachel didn't respond but kept on walking.
Discord stared at the human woman and sighed heavily and dramatically. "Oh alright, I'm sorry for scaring the two of you with the dolls."
"You scared Spike." Rachel said. "Now he can't sleep with any dolls in the room."
A small part of her did giggle in thought of Spike's fear. As traumatic the dolls were...it was still kinda funny.
Discord smirked. "But it was funny. Bet you were laughing about it later after."
Rahel rolled her eyes. "I thought you didn't like me being with Spike, and yet you want to help us?"
"I never said that." Discord floated and landed in front of her as they made it to the next level. "I didn't like how you are hogging him and making him miss our game night."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Didn't make him do anything. He has a mind of his own."
"Right, like you don't have him wrapped around your tiny pinkie." He demonstrates as his pinkie claw on his bear arm grew a head of blonde hair and a purple and green string wrapped around it with a heart shaped bow. Rachel wasn't amused. "Now, speaking of." Discord said, snapping his fingers, Rachel ended up sitting on a lounge chair and Discord, dressed up in his red sweater and tie, having a flip notebook in his hands and a pen ,ready to take notes. " what can I do to help?"
"I already got something planned, thank you anyway." She said, getting up.
Discord sighed. "Oh fine, if you won't tell me -" He bops her on the noggin. A rush of energy flows through Rachel. Everything she had thought of and imagined was playing backwards like a tape rewinding itself flashing across her eyes.
It lasted a few seconds before Rachel was back to normal. She held her head in one hand and the other holding her stomach. "What the fuck?!" She groans, feeling sick and dizzy from that.
While Discord and grinning ear to ear. "Ooh, you naughty, naughty human." He said. "I know what you're planning~" He sang that, floating around her.
Still dizzy though, Rachel grabbed Discord's tail - so much for no more magic usage - and grunted "Volteeria."
Discord ended up getting electrocuted but in the most comic way possible before flopping on the ground smoking and his fur singed. Eyes spinning. "O-okay...I knew there was a reason why I like you-uwu." he coughed up soot, a perfect ring blew out of his snout.
Rachel pulled her phone out and grunted, the blue gem dulling to grey again. "I'm running out of time." She sighed, biting her cheeks in thought before looking down at the spirit of Chaos. "You wanna help? Fine, you already know what's in my head - which by the way, you do it again and I will annihilate you - you got something that can hold him back?"
Discord put his talon thumb in his mouth and blew, like a balloon, he expanded till he popped and he was clean again. "I know just a thing."
Spike had already changed into his boxers as if he was ready to go to bed. He sat on the mattress and waited for Rachel, unaware of what she had planned.
His eyes looked up at the clock on the wall. It was ten minutes till it was 11:30. Maybe there was time to think of something to save this challenge…
But nothing came to mind. All he could think of was that he kept hurting Rachel. Though none was intentional, she always got hurt around him. He kept thinking that she may one day compare him to her father's abuse and leave him, turning him in for his murders.
Spike didn't know how long Rachel would even want to keep being with him despite what she said last night. This amazing beautiful woman who saved his hide, how much long could she take being with him…?
The dragon looked up ust as Rachel came into the room, closing the door behind her. She had a strange look on her face. A look he didn't recognize.
"Baby?" Spike asked her.
Rachel just walked up to him in silence. He didn't know what she was doing but he watched her walk up to him. She quickly crawled on the bed with him, straddled on his lap and kissed him deeply.
Spike freezes out of surprise, being caught off guard by the kiss. Rachel had wrapped her arms around his head as she pressed hard, her tongue - though small in comparison - wrestled and dominated his own.
The dragon quickly fell along with it, wrapping his hands around her waist, holding and pressing Rachel's body against his own. Spike tried to take back the kiss but soon to be quite difficult. Truly caught off guard, it was usually him that's aggressive in bed.
Rachel finally let up from the kiss, leaving a long trail of saliva connecting to own another. She smiled and giggled when she saw the pinkish blush across Spike's snout.
"Whoa..." Spike softly said, staring at her beautiful brown eyes. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that?" He asked her, his claws gently holding her close.
Rachel smiled a smile that made his heart race. "We were interrupted earlier," she said, her hands cupping his face, planting tender kisses along his jaw. "Getting me all hot and bothered and then leaving me hanging? That's not very nice, isn't it." Her tone was more assertive, taunting and seductive. Grinding her pelvis against the dragon's groin in a more slow, rhythmic motion, grinding and rotating on him. "Might as well pick up where we left off."
Spike groaned softly, his hands bracing on her hips. Rachel has never talked like that. And her movements were, if he had to say...
Was that of a sexual lap dance he'd seen the twins do in their strip club. His cock jolted in response, becoming aroused by this new dominating side of Rachel.
The poor dragon has no idea what this woman has in store.
But, Spike was hesitant. "Rachel...are you-" he moans louder when she pressed harder, one of her hands slowly going over the hardened contours of his emerald green muscled chest. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, his wings wanting to extend and flair as he felt his member grew from arousal.
"I'm very sure, baby," she whispered seductively. Rachel pulled back from her kisses and looked at his chest. Mainly at a pinkish scar that stood out from the green and purple scales. A scar Bouncer gave him on the cruise long ago. She leans in and kisses the scar, remembering what he did for her. Never thought she would have someone like Spike would actually kill some pony for harming her. In a way, Rachel also had a hand in it just by being there. Though the human has no idea what the future has in store for them, she knows one thing for certain: This was her dragon. Damn those who would say otherwise.
"What's wrong?" She asked, noticing Spike wasn't grabbing her already and stopped moving.
"I-its nothing." Spike said, a little upset that she stopped. He stared at her before sighing. "I… I noticed that you've been getting hurt every time I touch you." He mutters. "I don't want to hurt you anymore..."
Rachel sighed softly, kissing the tip of Spike's snout. "Spike, honestly, accidents will occur between the two of us. I knew they'll happen the first day I met you."
"It's been happening more since you moved in." He said, talking about the barn, the gala.
"Dude, you've been biting my legs for how many months? If you're talking about the dining hall, that was literally nothing." Except for the fact it was Blueblood that was watching them. Later discussion for another time.
"I'm not...talking about the bites.."
Rachel sighed softly. "Spike, yes you are not the most graceful creature in the universe, but you make it up by trying to better it. The barn and the gala were accidents. That's all." Rachel kissed him again, "You don't need to be afraid of touching me. Didn't you just tell me that you can't resist putting your hands on me?" She teased with a giggle, one of her hands lowered, trailing down to his boxers to grab and massage his bulge.
Spike moaned, his hands slipping over and cupping her ass, squeezed and molding her in his hands. His brain devolves to one single thought, as it always does when he is close...and alone with Rachel.
"In fact," Rachel giggled, feeling already soaked from just rubbing the hard dragonhood against his boxers, "if you want, why don't I take top for right now. Just until you feel comfortable." She licked his lips the way Spike did to her back at dinner.
And that was what broke the camel's back and Spike pulled her into a deep kiss. Pulling them back to where Rachel was laying on top of him. His hands slipping past her pants to grab onto her malable flesh as they kissed.
Rachel moaned against his lips, taking control of what was meant to be a powerful beast. Not giving him an opening to take it back. Though she's fierce, she never truly been the dominate one when it comes to sex, it's kinda hard to be one when you have a dragon, one of the most dominating creatures known to all kind is the more aggressive. This was a challenge for Rachel herself even now.
Just as Spike drifted his hands up underneath his girlfriend's shirt to fumble her bra off, Rachel let's up the firey kiss and sat up.
"Before we can do this however, I still need to take that shower." She giggled.
Spike sputtered. "W-what?" Blinking in confusion, his cock was about to rip these boxers off and she announced to take a shower? "You're kidding me, right?"
His mate shook her head. "Nope. Honestly, babe, I've been dying to take these extensions out all day. You're niece I think damaged my scalp putting them on," she responded, rubbing the back of her head. "Don't worry, we're still going to fuck, I just need to..get freshened up."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Is this payback?"
"Maybe." She stuck her tongue out at him before making her decent off of Spike.
As she climbed off of him, she was kissing parts of his body as she crawled. Groping and massaging his massive tool, hearing Spike moaning by her touch.
"You just sit and relax," Rachel told him before getting off the bed. "I won't be long." She then proceeded to the bathroom.
But as she walked, she made sure to give Spike a show. Slowly removing each item of clothing off her person. Teasing him relentlessly as she walked, refusing him to see what she wanted.
The dragon did indeed watch, biting his lower lip as she striptteased him. Spike could definitely see both Ruby and Gemcity's sexual influence coming out from Rachel…
And it was the most erotic, sexiest thing he'd ever seen Rachel done. Once she shut the door, Spike rubbed his face. "Oh what does that woman have planned?" He asked himself.
Whatever it was, he was very, very excited. He just hoped he won't hurt Rachel again.
Really, he was just grateful he's even still here with her. Rachel could have turned him in, she didn't have to put up with him…
As Spike had to sit and wait a few minutes later, he already started to go soft from the wait, he doesn't see these three long cuffs with chains snaking up towards the dragon on the bed. Only when he heard one of the chains rattling was when he turned.
But by the time he did, it was too late. Like snakes, the chains striked. Two of the cuffs latched onto both of Spike's wrists and one latched to his tail.
"What the fuck?!" Spike gasped, looking at one of his wrists before he let out a shout as the chains yanked him up further into the bed more centered. "H-hey what's going on?!" He shouts.
"Now, now Spike," oh no. Discord poof's onto the bed next to him, posing as if he's waiting for some pony to draw him like one of their french mares. "You ought to relax and go with the flow." He giggled.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, Discord." Spike snarled, struggling against the chains. The other ends of those chains were connected to the crystal frame of the bed and wall. He tried to break free but found himself unable to do, even when using his full strength, he couldn't break free. "Let me out, now!"
"Oh me?" Discord grinned, seeing the anger on Spike's face. "Truth be told, I do not possess the key to set you free. These chains here have a very, very special way of releasing."
"I'm not kidding, let me go!'
"Okay, Discord, you're off my shit list. You can go now." Rachel called from the bathroom.
These two working together? Spike thought. These two never worked together before, what gives?! "Babe, what's going on?"
Discord giggled, patting the dragon's chest. "Have fun~!" And the Lord of Chaos left the building.
"Discord, come back!" Spike shouted.
He then heard the bathroom door opening. Spike turned to his girlfriend and was going to ask what was happening but words escaped him. His flagpole was stuck straight up full mast, his wings spread open across the mattress, destroying the silk sheets in the progress, pretty much any that could go up, it did.
"Errk?" He squeaked in surprise of what he was seeing.
"Oh Spike, it's not Discord you have to worry about." It was Rachel. She was wearing this black leather corset, only to have her breasts out and bounced freed. She had on long black skimpy stockings connected to a skimpy thong, long velvet gloves on her arms, one of her hands were holding a rather large colorful feather, no signs of the splints holding her sprained fingers. Her hair now back to its natural short state, Spike could see her black eye fully. It surprised him because it looked so, so much better than he thought it was going to be since it happened literally last night! The area was still bruised but it was as if on its last couple of stages of being healed completely. Her makeup was alluring, provocative as all as it could be to the dragon.
Rachel giggled at the puzzled but horny expression on Spike's face. She crossed her arms and smirked. "What? You didn't expect me being raised by a couple of sexling strippers for eight years and not pick up a few tricks?" She shifted poses for him to look at.
Oh sweet Celestia, give me strength! Spike thought as he could not remove his eyes from Rachel's body. The pose she was presenting herself allowed Spike to take her in fully, he couldn't help it his eyes caressed her body. Caressing over her naturally perfect breasts, nipples perked and inviting, eyeing at the leather she wore to the stockings as well. Caressing her beautiful long thighs and up her apex, slowly licking his lips as he thought of ripping them off.
"You know," Rachel starts, her sexual assertive tone was in full force. "You still have a challenge to complete."
Say what now?
"You have exactly thirty minutes left till midnight, so what I am giving you is a lightning round worth both tallies." She stroked that giant feather with her fingers and slowly walked up to the bed. Her hips swaying hypnotically side to side. "It's very simple, you just gotta hold yourself back."
"W-what do you mean by that?" He moans. His cock was so painfully stiff it's literally begging to be touched.
What does she have planned for that feather?! Spike thought.
This was a whole new experience he wasn't prepared for…
"It's very simple, I'd be doing most of the work." Rachel said as she slowly crawled up the bed, placing the feather down somewhere for later usage. She crawled up between his legs.
Spike watched as his girlfriend pulled his boxers down a little. His dragonhood freed and pulsating. There was this hungry look in her eyes. "Rachel..?"
"Here is your lightning challenge," Rachel cooed leaning over his cock, she extended her tongue out and flicked the tip of his head. Hearing Spike grunted in response. "I'm going to blow you, I'll be using all my tricks and suck you off, you gotta hold yourself back for thirty minutes. That means you can't cum no matter how much you want," she dragged her tongue along the veiny shaft, keeping constant eye contact with him.
"A-and these?" Spike motions the chains, but let out a soft moan, feeling her tongue on him. It's been months since she blew him, but never tied up.
"Oh?" Rachel stops her licking and looks up at him with a wicked sexy smile. "Well, those are to be sure that you don't put your hands on me, since you stated that you can't keep them off of me. Tail too." She reminded him as she squeezed her own breasts, teasing him so!
Oh no…
"Oh fuck me," Spike said nervously.
"That will come later." Rachel said before she resumes. "Let's see if I can't train this dragon." She says before she started licking his shaft all over.
But making an effort to not have another Nightmare Night mishap.
Slowly trailing her tongue up and down, trying to coax everything in her saliva. Her hands grabbed the base of his cock - it was large enough that she couldn't wrap her fingers around it, squeezing as hard as she could and began pumping him. Since Rachel was obviously too small to do a lot when it comes to oral, she learned to get creative when it comes to Spike.
Her tongue lapped and teased his sensitive head, prodding the nozzle hole with her before opening her mouth as wide as she could and shoved the head inside and began sucking.
Spike tipped his head back moaning in content. Though she only was going for the head, it was enough to make his head spin. Rachel's small, tight mouth engulfing him like the tightest hug he ever received. Her tongue rolling around as she bobbed her head up and down, trying to adjust to his massive girth. Her hands stroke him in unison. Hearing Rachel gagged on him sounded like music to him.
Ponies didn't have a gag reflex to make this sound like humans do. Taking in as much meat Rachel could muster before she pulled away with a gasp for air. An audible pop was heard.
Rachel gasped and panted for air before dragging her tongue along his pole.
Spike whimpered and moaned, trying to control himself as she worked on him. Struggling and pulling against the chains as he does his best not to implode.
Rachel pumped him a few more times before she removed herself away from his cock. She grabbed his boxers and pulled them off all the way, tossing the fabric somewhere before she continued her assault.
This time, one hand was pumping him while she began licking and suckling in his massive green balls. She could hear the dragon growl and snarl out of pleasure. Rolling them around with her tongue. Using every trick she has, all while slipping her hand down between her legs. Slipping past her panties and rubbing her soaked pussy, moaning against his jewels.
Spike's pupils shrunk paper thin strips when he smelled her scent. Rachel's love juices seeping down her thighs, his hips buckled, jerking automatically, as if in need to connect with something, to fuck something.
Rachel giggled at his movements. "Hmm, someone is eager." She teased, taking her soaked hand out of her panties and stuck her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste of her juices. "I got a couple more things for you." She said, removing herself away from his needy cock.
She could see Spike losing his mind, more and more of his animalistic side coming out, but so holding back. She would have to kick it up a notch.
Was Rachel enjoying this? Tormenting the poor dragon? A small part of her does.
And so does Spike the way he was struggling against the chains. Wanting nothing more than to bury his length inside of his dragoness.
He let out a breathless chuckle. "Bring it on." Spike challenged her.
"Ooh, so cocky." Rachel said, grabbing that feather from before. "You see this?" She asked him, waving it to where he could see.
The red and yellow coloring looked very familiar to the dragon. "W-what is it?" He asked.
"Phoenix feather." Rachel replied by taking the feather and slowly dragging it across his body. Spike jolted and started laughing.
"H-hey!" Spike sputtered as he laughed. There was this type of heat that came from touching it. To ponies, Phoenix feather are used for a variety of spells and medicines; to the dragons, they are very, very ticklish to their touch.
"Been waiting for the right time to do this," Rachel giggled, watching his expression. "Thank you so much for the idea, Spike."
"Ooooh paybacks are a-pah!" He howls in laughter when she dragged the feather over his cock. "No-no-no-no not there, not there!" He laughed. Precum started to dribble from his tip.
Rachel continued to tickle him down there before pulling it away, leaving the dragon in a state of giggling. She dragged her tongue along the shaft again, lapping up his dribble. His strong musk fueling her senses as well. Her core was on fire and her loins were begging Rachel to ride this dragon like there's no tomorrow.
"Hmm, so good." She moaned at his taste before crawling away. She crawled up to his wings with the feather. "You have ten more minutes, you can handle that, right?"
Spike vigorously shook his head at that, knowingly what she's about to do with that feather.
As close as she could get, Rachel at first used her hand to tease and stroke his wings with her fingers. Spike jolted and snarled at her touch. His wings pulsating by her fingers, having no choice but to sit there and be tortured by his mate. Her tongue dragging along the membrane and talons of his wings before taking the feather and messed with him with it.
Spike felt as if his mind was going to break. This woman was determined to break him! In the mist of his laughter, he was tugging and pulling the chains as hard as he could. The bed and the walls began groaning, straining at the struggling.
Thinking of how to stop his mate, his eyes - going through the barrage of tears - kept looking at Rachel's breasts. His snout was so close to them, his mouth was watering. In the fit of his laughter, Spike stuck his tongue out, having it wrapped around one of her breasts and pulling her away from his wings and into his mouth. Spike then began to suck and tug in her perked nipples.
"O-oh fuck!" Rachel gasped out of surprise.
Spike had to do something, this was it!
Rachel watched him for a few moments before smiling. "Ah, I thought I forgot about your mouth." She says as Spike rolled her nipple between his teeth - not trying to bit it off again.
She tapped his snout with the feather, having him stopped. Rachel pulled away from Spike, who was pleading for her to come back with his whimpers and looks.
Spike's eyes then widened when he saw what she was doing next. On her knees, she unhooked the suspenders connect to her thong, grabbing the string and slowly pulled it down. Having to turn and presented her ass in front of Spike. Her ambrosia scent was strong, Spike could see her glistening pussy dripping wet and winking at him, his jaw slacked and drooled at the sight of her.
"Might as well put your mouth to work." Rachel taunted, giving her ass a shake, looking back at her dragon. "Do you want this?"
Spike nodded to that.
"I can't hear you."
He gulped. "Yes..." He said, trying to form words. What are words?
"Yes…?" Rachel was enjoying this way too much. "You have to be specific, Spike." She then started stoking his member with the feather again.
Spike shifted in his chains. He wanted her so much it was truly painful! "Yes, I want it, I want to eat you out!" He gasped out loud during his laughter. "Please, my Dragoness!" Begging her.
Oh this is so much fun! Rachel thought before she crawled ontop of the mighty Hero of the Empire. Turning her body to where her plot was right at his reach. "Well, since you asked so nicely." Rachel cooed.
Spike didn't waste no time as he shoved his muzzle past her velvet lips and indulged himself to her succulent fluids.
Rachel moaned loudly, feeling that tougue explore that familiar territory. Feeling him rub against her cherry. She grinded against his snout as she turned to his cock. Where she was at, she couldn't reach him with her mouth, but she was able to reach with her hands. One hand reached over and began stroking his penis while the other tickled him with the feather.
Spike jumped by her hands, moaning and growling, trying to contain his laughter by eating Rachel out. Trying to focus strictly on what he's doing and not on her. His cock pulsed, feeling ready to erupt any second. Spike tried to only focus on eating this delicious, beautiful creature that was on top of him. Listening to her sweet moans and grunts, feeling her inner walls incasing his tongue when he prodded her.
But the more he licked and nipped and nawed on her pussy, the more Rachel jerks and tickles him, the more Spike was about to explode!
I can't hold it much longer! Spike thoughts slipping away till his mind went completely blank, leaving only his animalistic needs.
DING DONG!
The twelfth hour chimed, midnight was here! Spike was never this happy about midnight! It's here, he beat his date challenge!
Now, just one more thing…
Rachel hears the bell tolls and grinned devilishly. She was to cum already as well, what good fucking timing. With that, she scooted away from his muzzle to sit on his chest, looking over her shoulder to look at the dragon.
"Congratulations Spike. You completed the challenge. Yes, today had a lot… a lot of hiccups-" ain't that the damn truth with the Crystal Heart. "- but nonetheless, you successfully show me, your Dragoness, a good time. And you have paid for your crimes -" only to her and her only "- you deserve your reword."
As soon as the twelfth chime rang across the Empire, the cuffs poofed away.
And a very nervous bead of sweat dripped from Rachel's forehead. After all of that torture she gave her mate, Spike gave her this menicing look on his face.
With a blur, the bed shifted hard when Spike moved and grabbed Rachel, wrapping his arms around her, having her back pressed hard against his chest. Rachel could hear Spike growling in her ear, his hot breath again her neck.
And the last two words Rachel would ever hear Spike say for the rest of the night; words that both instilled fear, and strong sexual desire within the human:
"MY TURN."
Rachel gets a recourse lesson on why dragons are more dominated in bed. No Regrets!