The arena was packed full of the captive residents all anticipation of tonight's event. Capper and Tempest were already in their seats waiting as Spike made his way to them.

"And there he be. You were right Fizz, our boy ain't tiny no more." Capper grinned as he saw Spike.

"Uh hey guys, it's… been awhile." Spike muttered. Still aggravated about the argument he just had with Rachel. More frustrated at himself than what he was with her. He knows he's going to regret arguing with her.

Harpy and her crew, consistent with two Abyssinian cats and a female lizard creature, were already waiting for the fight to start.

The griffon gazed around the stands until she saw the dragon and gave him a flirty wave and blew him a kiss.

Spike hissed, ready to be done with that annoying girl once and for all.

"Harpy eat her words?" This thick female voice with a heavy accent got Spike's attention.

He turned to see the two friends he made since he came here. The ones that kept him somewhat sane. Vox the wolf and Gertie the sixteen foot bear. Gertie's fur was dark with a ghastly white face that looked like a skull pattern. She wore a simple brown vest with no bottoms. Probably due to her being so thick she doesn't have pants that would fit her nor she looked like she cared.

"Good, she talk too much. No like her." Gertie huffed as she took a seat.

"Think no one really likes her, " Vox said as he sat. He turns to Capper and Tempest and offers them a friendly smile. "Hello, welcome to this shit hole."

"At least you're honest." Tempest said, looking at the two characters.

"Who you lookin' at?" Gertie growled.

Both Spike and Vox pushed the bear back. "Whoa there, no fighting here, we're all friends, sister." Vox said, trying to ease her back down.

There was a loud squeal coming out of the speakers before Snowball spoke. "Welcome my pets to this night's special event. We have a unique match up, just for all of you to witness as a reward for all of the things you have served me."

The captive creatures were forced to clap on that, except for Gertie, Vox and Spike.

"In one corner, we have Harpy and her fine crew against the newcomer.. oh second shit what's the name." there were sounds of him messing with papers before he found what he was looking for. "Ah here we go, Harpy and her crew against our newcomer, Rachel!"

Spike sat up in his seat as he and the others watched the dragoness coming down the walk way and up to the ring.

He could just see waves of anger radiating off of her, anger that he set off.

Spike knew that he had to apologize quickly after the match.

Rachel didn't look at the audience as she was too focused on Harpy. She planned on what to do as she came up to the ropes and hopped over it. However, the way Spike had pissed her off, she was ready to murder everyone.

"As per usual rules, the last one standing is the winner. Try not to kill each other but make the fight epic."

Rachel rolled her neck, popping some joints as she got ready.

"One more thing!" Harpy said. "It seems this little girl here has been wanting my Spikie Boo."

"Oh no," Spike buried his face in his hands with a loud groan. Hating the name Spikie Boo. Reminded him when Rarity used to call him Spikie Wikie, a name he also came to hate.

Harpy then points at Rachel. "If I win, he's mine!" She declared.

Capper and Tempest face palmed themselves and Gertie and Vox shake their heads before hearing Spike laughing almost maniacally in his hands.

"Sooo, Harpy's going to die, is that what we're about to see?" Vox asked.

"Oh she's screwed." Spike continues to laugh at the fact Harpy had dug herself a deep grave.

Now, for the most part, Rachel knows that her red hot temper has gotten somewhat worse due to fighting in the war and everything that has happened. She had done her best to listen to the Angel on her left shoulder to the best of her ability…

But as soon as Harpy had opened her squawking beak one more time, the literal Angel moved to the right side, tapped on the Devil's arm and told it to have fun.

And fun she shall have.

The gorilla referee comes into the ring between the girls, separating them until the bell has rung. Once it rang, he jumped out of the way and the match began.

Now typically a four against one match would be considered an unfair match, Rachel liked those odds.

Getting rid of three of them would be a breeze, it's Harpy Rachel wants.

The staff hummed in Rachel's mind, making her smirk. I want to play a bit, so hold off. She told it maliciously.

The two Abyssinian cats, one was a lilac color with silver bob hair and the other that was tabby with her green hair french braided attacked first. They simultaneously lunged at her.

Rachel jumped out of the way, the two ran into the ropes as the lizard creature jumped on her back, arms wrapped around her neck in a choke hold.

Her tail reached up and wrapped around the lizard and flicked her off before being met with a strong kick into the creature's abdomen. Her talons caught parts of the lizard's shirt and tore into her scales.

Harpy came in with a punch, catching Rachel in the jaw before hitting her a few times in the chest before her fist was caught by Rachel.

With a snarl, she twisted her wrist before slamming her down on the ring floor.

The cats and the lizard attacked at once trying to get Rachel off of Harpy.

The crowd was drawn into the fight, seeing how these four experienced fighters were unable to bring this dragoness to the ground.

Spike was watching with an intense look on his face. His hands gripping the arm rests of the seat tightly. He watched on as his mate utterly destroyed Harpy's crew. Harpy was just getting tossed around as he knew that she was going to be dealt with last.

The two cats and lizard by the time they were beaten black and blue, all stared at Rachel with pure fear and all decided to run. They jumped out of the ring and took off, not wanting to risk their life over this cat fight.

"Where the fuck you think y'all are going?! " Snowball called out on the comms, watching them leave.

Leaving Harpy with Rachel alone.

"Uh… " Harpy gulped, now seeing that this was dire, she goes and tries to leave.

However, she ran right into a blue force field. "What?!"

The crowd gasped as they saw that a blue shield began covering the ring, trapping them in.

Rachel's fingertips were glowing, tapping into her staff's magic. She begins to laugh as she sees the horror on Harpy's face. "Surprise, bitch."

"You can do magic?!" Harpy squawked.

"H-h-hey, hey, hey now I didn't say magic was allowed!" Snowball squealed.

Rachel looks up at the viewing box. "You didn't say it earlier, fat ass." however the shields didn't drop. " And you ain't going nowhere." She snapped at Harpy before she launched herself at the griffon

She then proceeds to give Harpy a gruesome beat down. Bones breaking, feathers ripping, wings snapping. Harpy tried her best to fight back but she couldn't defend herself against this raging beast.

Rachel was making sure Harpy felt everything.

Snowball was going ballistic, seeing his prized fighter getting demolished. Shouting through the comms to Rachel, yelling to get off of her but she wasn't listening. He ordered his goons to try and stop this fight but they were so entertained by this gruesome beating that they didn't listen.

By the time Rachel was satisfied, Harpy's blood coated the ring floor, nearly all bones in Harpy's body was broken.

She still tried to get away with what arm she has left.

Rachel stops her, grabbing the back of Harpy's head, forcing her to look up at her. And in a frightening soft voice, Rachel spoke.

"Spike… is… MINE."

She drops Harpy's head, she then takes her hoof and as hard as she could, she stomps on Harpy's beak.

Everyone went nuts, those who had beaks squirmed and took off running out of the arena. Some looked sick, some threw up, some looked in horror and fear.

Harpy's beak was reduced to splinters. Her teeth, tongue and nose? (Guess beaks have noses, I don't know the anatomy of birds) became non-existent. Her beak was gone.

"NOT MY HARPY!" Snowball cries out as the shields were dropped.

Rachel had a menacing look on her face as she stared at the viewing box. Staring right at the owner. She shook her now blood dripped hoof off before she left the ring. The ref backs away from her as she leaves.

Her eyes finally turned to the stands and she caught Spike staring at her hard. The armrests were reduced to splinters by how tightly he was holding onto them.

Their eyes met for a few seconds before she disappeared out of view.

Gertie leans close to Spike. "I like her."

Tempest and Capper quickly got up and ran after Rachel.

"Don't you think that was a bit petty back there?" Tempest asked Rachel, staring down at the dragoness as she unwrapped the bloody bandages off of her right hand.

"What was?" Rachel asked as she put the bandages aside and flexed her fingers.

"Uh, you just destroyed Harpy's beak," Capper said.

Rachel shrugs and said, "I warned that bitch what would happen if she kept running that mouth of hers. Yeah that was a bit overboard, but she got what she deserved." Her wings flexed slightly as she reached to the side of the bench and grabbed her bottle of water and drank it. "It be a lie if I didn't say that it was truly satisfying." she incited that with a small purr mixed with a laugh, her tail flickering back and forth in excitement. Not even remotely sorry for her actions.

Rachel proved to Snowball that she was more than qualified to fight the males fights, she just has to fight a week's worth of assholes and her asshole would be set free. At least that's what Snowball thinks.

As they were talking, a scent passed by the dragoness. She didn't say anything to her companions but they were not alone in the locker room. Rachel made a sly smile before looking at Tempest and Capper.

"Hey, I'm gonna go and shower up, you two head back to the Inn. Inform Twilight what happened." Rachel said. "It'll take me a moment to wind down after the fight."

"You'll be back after?" Tempest asked her.

"Got a few things I need to get done," Rachel responded. "I'll meet you guys up later."

And with that, Capper and Tempest left the locker room.

Rachel waited a moment before getting up from the bench. She stretched out her back and limbs before casually going to the changing stalls, taking off her clothes, putting on a towel around her body and came back out.

She rubbed her neck with a groan, walking up to one of the shower stalls, pretending that there was not someone else inside the locker room with her. Rachel could hear their footsteps moving around somewhere in the back; their eyes heavily watching her.

There were seven shower stalls in the locker room. She stood in front of one of them, pulling back the grungy white curtain and leaned forward and turned the hot water on. The pipes groaned and creaked before water sputtered out of the shower head.

Rachel puts her hand out to feel the temperature of the water change before hearing footsteps coming up behind her.

She nonchalantly looked over her shoulder, peeking over her wings and saw Spike standing five feet away from her.

No words were exchanged between the two dragon-like creatures. Spike still had that hard expression on his face from when he watched Rachel take Harpy down; his wings had unfurled out completely in display of interest, breathing hard.

Rachel turns around to face him, she stares at him before casually drops the towel, showing Spike all of her glory, his nostrils flared and his pupils widened a hair. Her form to him had the perfect fusion of dragon and pony, from the soft shape of her face aside the two tiny spikes on the side of her jaw, her warm brown horns, her pony-like pierced ears and her blonde and rainbow streaked hair flowing past her shoulders, the blonde fur merging seamlessly with the large golden scales going from her neck, covering her breasts, covering down to the base of her thin brush tipped like tail, her furred draconic wings to her taloned hooves - still has some remnants of Harpy's blood on the tip of her right hoof. Now fully exposed to him, never had the chance to see her new form fully before he left, Spike could see that she had three larger scales on either side of her widened hips, they were usually covered by her clothes but now out in the open, her curves were a lot more fuller than what he's used to. When his eyes traveled up to her scaled chest, he felt his breath escape his body.

Hanging around her neck on a small chain was the ring, the ring he had proposed months ago.

Both of them ended up crashing into one another, wrapping their arms around their bodies, pressing up against each other in an intense and heated makeout session. Their hands explored each other's bodies as their tongues wrestled for dominance.

Spike continued to grope and fondled and kissed Rachel before pushing her into the running shower, pressing her up against the gray tiled wall. He momentarily removed his hand from her ass to grab both of her wrists, raising them up above her head with a growl. She responded with moans and panting, brushing a bare leg against his now soaked pants leg. The two large draconic creatures could barely fit inside the shower but it didn't make a difference between them.

The purple dragon pressed himself against her, Rachel could feel just by him pressing up against her snatch that he was harder than gems, with his black jeans constricting his ever growing need for her.

He soon removed his lips from Rachel's before trailing along her chin and jawline, down to the base of her neck, grazing her fur with his teeth, applying a bit more pressure than he usually would go about it.

Rachel lewdly moaned, feeling his claws gliding down the length of her arms and along her sides. Stroking her soft fur before sliding over to her scaled breasts and cupping them both. Spike had groped and squeezed them before he went from nibbling on her neck to bending down slightly.

She gasped out a giggle when Spike wrapped his lips around one of her erected nipples and sucked on her. The she-dragon tilted her head back, biting her lower lips and panting as she lowered her hands, placing one hand on the back of his head and the other reaching over his shoulders to stroke his wings.

Spike growled with her nipple between his teeth. He rolled it in his mouth as he sucked harder, tugging and teasing it. With one hand groping the other breast, Spike slipped his hand down in between Rachel's legs, fingers slipping past her folds into her already dripping sex.

She gasped and jumped a little from his touch but welcomed all the same.

He rubbed her overly sensitive clit, making her squirm and squeal by his touch.

"Ahhh! Oh God!" Rachel gasped out loud. There was a strong familiarity being close to her. From her scent, the way she carried herself beyond anyone else, her iron-will stubbornness, that fire she has and beauty.

Just reminding the dragon why he fell hard for her in the first place.

He continued to rub her before slipping two fingers inside her; her vaginal walls squeezing around his fingers as he wiggled, pumped in and out of her. Listening to her sweet moans sounded like the most wonderful music that ever passed Spike's ears.

Spike let up from her breasts to reclaim her lips again, feeling her melt in his hands.

Rachel shuddered and moaned against the dragon, exploring the contours of his tight muscles underneath his soaked shirt before taking the fabric and pulled upward. Spike removed his fingers from her sex to help assist in removing his shirt, though it ended up getting it ripped off of him out of desperation.

She giggled against Spike's lips as the now wet ribbons lay on the shower floor, now feeling his scales pressing up against her own. Her claws roaming his form before she ran her hands further down and rubbed his throbbing groin.

As soon as he felt Rachel manage to undo his pants, Spike reached down, hooking her leg over his right arm and hoisting it up, spreading her as he pressed her up against the shower wall.

He then used his free hand to push his pants down, using his tail to help pull them down, springing his cock out, pulsing and twitching in anticipation. Spike grinds up against her, rubbing his length up along her clit and her velvet lips, teasing her just a bit more and lubricating with her natural juices.

"I missed you," Rachel whispered breathlessly, desperate to be with him again. She nipped Spike along his neck, using her fangs to scrape along the scales and leaving tender kisses. Spike was purring, inclining his neck towards her.

As a response, Spike lined himself up. Rachel cried out and shuddered when he thrusted forward and entered inside her.

Spike hissed loudly against Rachel's ear as her vagenal walls stretched around him. Though she was now roughly the same height as Spike, she was as marvelously tight as ever.

The potions given to her by both Cadence and Lilith made it look like she hadn't given birth and it showed.

His hips rolled against her, claiming the new but familiar territory inch by inch. All the way till every pound of flesh was inside her, his hips pressing against hers, his tip pressing right up against her cervix.

"Gyah~ Rachel Lockhart," Spike grunted, his teeth nibbling and tugging at her ears. Pulling in and out of her in a steady motion, to give her a chance to get adjusted to him once more. "Missing you doesn't even begin to describe how I've longed for you."

Rachel shudders and gasped as he steadily increased his thrustings, feeling the familiar warmth and fullness of his throbbing cock stuffed inside her. Each hard thrust caused a loud guttural, lustful moan coming from her throat.

Spike indulged himself, enjoying the wonderful snugged fit as he pounded her. Her intoxicating, ambrosial scent fueling his mind and body, taking control of his wants and what he craved and needed the most. However, it was coming quickly apparent that there just wasn't much room inside the shower stall between the two large creatures.

The purple dragon then for a moment pulled out of her; Rachel let out a whimper before he led her out of the shower without turning the water off. He then led her to a bench, turned her around and had her bend over it. Her top half pressed against the metal surface and then had her bottom half, her hips sticking up in the air.

Rachel lifted and moved her tail out of the way, her wings - now not in such a confined space - were unfurled, extended out and hardened, the tip of the furred wings scraping against the metal bench, groaning due to the weight.

Spike grabbed her scaly hips and slammed his cock right back into her tight pussy; hearing her cry out in bliss echoed in the empty locker room. As he drove on, he took a moment to look at her back, her real wings were out in display for him.

"D-don't hold back!" Rachel requested with a sexual growl, moving her hips to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

Ask and one shall receive.

Spike then dropped all safeguards he would usually have when having sex with Rachel, letting go of himself and began plowing her with no abandonment. It's one thing with one dragon being the dominant and their lover being submissive, but with two dominant lovers going at it at the same rate made much more of a difference and he loved that!

Might as well test and see how much this new body can take.

Spike removed a hand from her hips and glided his claws down the length of her spine, digging and feeling the fur as they traveled down. Sending lovely chills all over her body, Spike grinned before brushing his hand over her wings.

She gasped out. "Spike!" Rachel felt a jolt of electricity coursed in her veins, feeling a new sensation of him messing with her wings. In the shape of a dragon's wing but with a layer of fur, Spike could feel her muscles and the thicker membrane pulsated against him.

So soft…

He briefly slides an arm up over her wings, wrapping her around the shoulders and bringing her up, having her back pressed against his chest, keeping her there while holding onto her waist as he continues to slam into her.

The locker rooms loudly echoed, filling the area with lustful growls, shouts as the two were just going at it out of pure, raw, primal instincts between them. Unable to stop until both were satisfied.

Spike knew he was a fool for leaving her. He regretted leaving her, too many nights that he thought of her. For the first time in a while this fire had reignited now having Rachel with him again, not wanting to let her go again.

Rachel gasped breathlessly, feeling the head of his dragonhood flared, reaching as deep in her as possible. Feeling herself reaching towards her own climax, her legs shook as she tried to keep her balance steady. She was unable to speak any words as she was just overcome in pleasure. As mad as she still was about him leaving her, her own body craved his.

She wanted to be his again.

Spike continued to slam against her a few more times before both of them let out sharp roars against each other as they came. Her vagenal walls squeezed and clamped down on his cock until it shot inside her, feeling that familiar warmth filling her pussy up, having her moan in bliss.

Rachel's legs quivered as she pulled away from him, only to turn back around, wrapping her arms around Spike and kissing him. Feeling his arms wrapped around her waist before she pushed him to sit down on the bench she was just on.

She held onto his shoulders as she straddled on his lap. His cock still rock solid and twitched as she realigned herself on his. With it covered in both fluids, it slid back into her with ease as she nestled down.

Her body going on its own as she thrusted into him, rocking and bouncing up and down in such velocity that sent shivers down her spine. The sloppy sounds of their juices each time she came back down echoed loudly in the room. Rachel kissed him deeply, feeling Spike squeezing and fondling her ass as he thrusted up to match her speed and rate.

Their tongues wrestled for dominance as their bodies continued to move in rhythm, never wanting this dance of theirs to end.

Spike trailed his claws from her up along her spine, feeling in her fur and the smaller spikes on her back. Reaching up and grabbing a handful of her hair, gently pulling her head back.

Click

"Hey, who's in here?"

Spike's muscles tensed up and froze, keeping Rachel in place. "Papaya papaya." He whispered their usual safe word to get the two to stop.

The smell of pig was enough to cause the two to snarl in frustration.

Fucking Snowball…

Not wanting to entertain the owner, the two quickly peeled off of each other, haphazardly wrapped towels around themselves, grabbed her belongings, barely covering their arousals and hid behind a set of lockers.

Spike turned to glance over the corner to see Snowball appearing where they were just there.

"Fuckers leaving the water on." The pig snorted as he waddled up to the running shower. "What the hell?"

When he got up there he saw the torn soggy clothes that were left.

Rachel brushed up against Spike's back, trying to get a look without being seen by Snowball. She let out a shallow gasp when she felt Spike's tail wrapping around her legs and a hand slipped underneath the towel and felt him rubbing her clit. Not remotely caring of feeling both of their cum coating his fingers as he played with her pussy.

"This isn't over yet." Spike whispered a growl that sent more lovely shivers down the female's back.

"Hah - I didn't think so." Rachel muffled a moan. Feeling his claws teased the nub slowly, her eyes hunger for more.

As Snowball went in and turned the shower off, muttering about how the water bill was going to be high, the two dragons slipped out of the locker room and resumed their activity back in Spike's flat for the night.