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Story by me.
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Becoming Equestria’s official Friendship Ambassador was no small title and Spike took it seriously. His removal from Ponyville back to Canterlot was both familiar yet jarring as the distance between those he had become friends with became much greaters since they were now no longer next door. However his lack of personal friends allowed him to focus on his duties, namely, ensuring peace talks with other species.
Over the years he quelled many high tension troubles and earned himself something of a reputation as someone who could mediate between almost anyone.
This came to a notable point when he was brought to the Southern Equestria town known as Somnambula. It lay on the outskirts of a massive desert and was relatively remote. What could possibly be the conflict here?
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Upon arriving, he found the town more vacant than usual, but the few ponies around soon rushed him, thanking him for arriving, and it reminded him much like the crystal empire’s reception of him.
They informed him that they were in danger from attack by the one out in the desert and he was called to see if peace could be established. When he questioned who was out there, they refused to say, claiming that the whole of Somnambula would be destroyed instantly if her conditions weren’t met, one of these conditions being not to tell who was responsible.
That said, they were able to tell him the location: Past the four pyramids and between the trees, he would find who he was to speak with. With little more to go on, Spike trekked out into the sun soaked desert.
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Being a dragon had its perks, namely the resistance to heat. He was uncomfortable when it got above pony-acceptable temperatures, but he chalked it up to his cushy lifestyle. His wings also helped him avoid sinking his more mature frame into the sand by walking. However, he found it was getting… harder to fly? It was like his wings were working on the down stroke but opening them back up was getting harder and harder, until finally he landed as walking was going to be easier at this point. He gave a look around, noting that he’d long passed the pyramids, but other than sand, there wasn’t much here.
He continued on walking until he came upon a sparse couple of trees. He looked between them but only saw more sand dunes. He turned in place for a bit before calling out.
“Hello? It’s Spike! Friendship Ambassador! Someone wanted to see me?” he said, though there was silence for a while longer. He decided to try and fly up only to find that his wings would open, but flapping them wasn’t possible, no matter how he strained. It was only then that he heard a voice.
“So, you are the one who seeks to make peace with others.” Spike froze for a moment as, despite the feminine tone, the volume told him it was some of a massive stature. He turned in place and, where there once was a sand dune between the two trees stood a massive figure, the sunlight glinting off of her golden headpiece.
“You’re… you’re the Sphinx!” he exclaimed in equal parts awe and worry. She didn’t reply and instead, slowly started walking around him. He’d heard the tale told of Somnambula and her victory over the Sphinx, but something bothered him and the other pillars, namely that the spell of anti flight was still active in the pyramid without any magic source powering it. This likely meant it was still in effect by the one who cast it, and that they were still alive, of which Spike could now confirm as the massive winged feline continued to circle him.
“And so the townspeople told you what I will do should you fail in your mission.” she said, not breaking her stride. Spike tried to keep following her but her voice had some strange effect on him as anytime she spoke, it felt like he was being squeezed in an iron grip. Most magic required visible spells, items of magic storage, or specific incantations. The Sphinx was casting her magic with the power of thought alone.
“Yes, they said you’d destroy the entire town of Somnambula. I’m here to stop that.” he said, trying to sound brave, but her slow stride continued to have a weird effect on Spike. At times it looked like she was leaving echoes and moving in slow motion, while other times she was so fast he could hardly see her, yet she was clearly not doing anything different other than her slow prowling walk.
“There is only one way to stop me, and that will be to solve my riddles. Get even one wrong, and the town and all those in it are dead.” she said, almost casually. “You can take your time, I have so much of it, but you will not move from this spot until my riddles are answered.”
Spike swallowed. Usually he was dealing with disagreements, not literal lives.
“The first riddle!” she announced, and Spike jumped.
“What means nothing to everyone else, but means everything to you?”
Nothing to everyone else? Everything to you? Spike bit his lip. His tastes were so varied, there was so much that he loved that no one else cared for. This went for ponies, dragons, even changelings and griffons. The only one who seemed to share most of his likes was Thorax… Heh, he recalled how terrifying it was to keep him hidden and show him the empire and make him some friends. Of course, he was going by the name of Crystal Hoof and…
Spike stopped in his thoughts.
“What means nothing to everyone else, but means everything to me?” he said, the Sphinx said nothing and continued her circling. “It’s… your name! Everyone else uses it so casually that it means nothing to them, but for you, it’s your entire identity!”
The Sphinx let out a thunderous growl (or was it a purr?), her tail snapping in the air.
“Correct!” she said as she continued walking. “The name, the essence of being, and I have yours, Spike.” she said. Her wording was unusual, but it clearly sounded like she was reminding him how he was at her mercy. “Now, the second riddle!”
“Ten angry stallions lift me, ten angry stallions pull me, ten angry stallions can’t break me, yet a little foal runs off with me. What am I?”
Spike clasped his hands onto his face. He knew this wasn’t going to get any easier. These questions were so tricky, mainly because some could have many answers depending on what the asker wanted. Was it metaphorical? Was it a physical item? He finally sat on the hot sand as the Sphinx continued her circling as he thought, but he was drawing a blank. He could feel his heart sinking if he got this wrong, how the lives would be at the cost of his inability to outwit the Sphinx. Oh, how did he let himself get roped into these things? Wait…
He stood up and opened his eyes to look at the Sphinx again before speaking.
“Is it… Rope? Ten angry stallions could lift it, pull a train with it and not break it, but it’s light enough a foal could walk away with it.” he said, explaining his reasoning. There was another snap of the Sphinx’s tail.
“Correct again!” she said, though she was surprisingly composed despite more rumblings that shook the sand. “Rope, a material to pull, a material to restrain, both literally and figuratively, and I have you roped tightly.”
Spike understood that clearly. She was preventing him from flying and had him rooted to the spot, as well as stuck in her game.
“Now the final riddle.” she said, and Spike steadied himself for what would likely be the hardest one.
“I have no lock, no handle, no hinges, yet I contain a golden treasure within me. What am I?”
Yep, a hard one. He rubbed his face as he tried to think about something containing gold, but… no lock, handle, or hinges? How would you get into it? Magic? If so, it would be something quite strange. He tried to think back on Twilight’s studies, certainly he had seen something in one of the books she had. He scratched his head trying to think, but so much of it was usually confusing since he didn’t have any natural magic powers. Something he had hammered into his head bouncing in between a family of unicorns and the princess of canterlot herself ever since the day he hatched. He was silent a while longer before his eyes sprung open.
“Is it… an Egg? It has no locks, handles, or hinges, but if you crack one open the yolk is golden and is arguably the most important part.” he said,his hands clammy. Unlike the last two times, the Sphinx was quiet and continued her bizarre pacing around him.
“What is it you seek?” the Sphinx said. Spike blinked as he was caught off guard.
“I… uh… seek… that you don’t destroy the town?” he said, unsure how to reply.
“Incorrect!” she boomed and started cackling. Spike’s blood ran cold. Did she just rope him into answering a different question and ignore his previous answer?
“What is it you seek?” the Sphinx repeated. Spike just looked and wasn’t sure what she meant, then she spoke again. “I own your name and have roped you to the spot. I can see directly into your heart.” she said, her eyes being ever more piercing as she spoke. “Now tell me, deep in your heart, what it is you seek.”
Spike flushed and hung his head. If she’d seen into his heart, then she could see his deepest desires, and wanted him to admit them.
“I… I want… to make love. Not just have sex… I want to have an intimate encounter that is deep, meaningful… lasting…” he said, hanging his head, first in shame, then in sorrow. “Ever since I moved, the prospect of that has grown so far…”
“Is that what you want?” she asked.
“Y-Yes… I want it…” he said softly, only for her to growl and finally stop in front of him.
“Is. That. What. You. Want?” she punctuated.
Spike finally swallowed, frustration at its boiling point before he shouted back at her.
“Yes! Spike want it!” he snorted. The Sphinx ever so slowly smiled and Spike felt something familiar yet alien as he could feel some… thing coming off of the Sphinx. His skin felt like it was growing tight, like he was ready to burst out of his skin, and his mind was getting hazy, but he wasn’t losing himself. He could still see the Sphinx in front of him, except she was… shrinking? No, wait, he was getting… bigger?! A minor wave of panic ran through him as he could see and feel himself taking on his greed growth, swelling to gargantuan proportions. No no, this was bad! He was going to go crazy and ransack the town he was here to save! Surely he would not stop either since Rarity was so far away. In fact, who knew if Rarity could even stop him anymore?
He looked at the Sphinx, now finding himself standing taller than her by a large margin. Only… something was off… mainly, the fact that he was still mostly thinking clearly. He looked at his massive hands, his strong body and found he was still in control. How?
“As I said, I roped you and own your name. You’re mine now.” she said, answering his thoughts. She strode up to him and slowly pressed her body to him, slowly walking around him as she brushed against him in a very catlike manner. Spike briefly considered the fact that he could possibly overpower her, but… in his heart, he could tell she… didn’t seem to want to fight. If she did, why make him stronger?
“Why did you do this?” he asked outright. She faced away from him and looked over her shoulder.
“You passed, and so, you get a reward.” she said, still looking at him, her tail flicking in the air.
“I… I passed? I got the riddle right?” he said, bewildered and relieved at the same time.
“And where do eggs come from?” she asked. Spike blinked.
“Uh… chickens?” he said on reflex.
“And where do dragon eggs come from?”
“Dragons?”
“And what makes a dragon lay eggs?” she asked with a smirk on her face. Spike blushed and rubbed his arm. “Don’t speak… Show me.” she said, her flicking tail finally raising up and exposing to him her snug pucker and her drooling lips. Just how long had this been her plan for her to get THAT wet?
Spike, however, wasn’t able to talk anymore. It felt like his higher thinking was getting pulled out, replaced with much more simple thoughts. The smell of a female in need. The sight of a female with her tail held high. The want to take her.
His memories of the incident were equal parts vivid, yet muted as he recalled reaching for her hips and grabbing her. Her tail brushing his chest as his throbbing, hard, needy shaft brushed her incredibly snug-for-him lips, parting them with the tip before poking the moist hole. He was not gentle as he forced in as much of himself as he could on the first thrust, her initial growl ignored as he pulled back and completely sheathed himself in her on the second thrust. Her yowl would be etched into his mind, just the memory of the sound causing a firm tingle in his loins.
He huffed and grunted, feeling the sensation of hot, slick, snug, yet soft flesh all around him every time he drove deep into her made him reluctant to pull back very far, and as a result, he gave short, jackrabbit thrusts into her, not caring that he was nearly lifting her legs off the ground as he hammered himself deep inside of her.
He had no concept of time passing, only how the shadows seemed to change angles as he indulged in his incredibly pleasing actions. She occasionally let out loud yowls and the sound of fluids hitting the hot sands soon followed, but he didn’t relent on what he was doing. It was only when he felt a coil tightening in his gut did he shudder and snort, lowering his head and closing his eyes as he increased his speed, slapping her hips harder before he felt that hot coil shoot down through his loins and into her with hard, firm pulses. The pleasure was unlike anything he’d felt; the warm grasp of her body seemed to force him to continue throbbing and pulsing, flowing more and more out, as if it was afraid it would be pulled out of her before he was done, but his firm hands on her hips prevented that from happening. He snorted black smoke out of his nose as she let out an especially loud yowl, though this was where his memory grew worse, and soon, it ended.
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Spike awoke with a gasp, sitting up and flailing in a bed, scaring a commoner pony who was by his bedside.
“Oh thank goodness, you’re all right.” she said. Spike felt silly scaring the pony and rubbed his head.
“Sorry… uh… how’d I get here?” he said, looking around and finding himself in a modest room, likely in an inn. He managed to see a window and noted it was night time.
“Well, we could all hear what had to be one fierce battle you had with the Sphinx. Roaring and slamming and all sorts of terrible sounds.” she said. “When it went quiet, we didn’t know what to think. Then the Sphinx showed up with you in her mouth. She dropped you on the sand and said that the peace agreement was done and that she would be looking forward to being our neighbor.” she said. Spike blushed as he recalled the “fierce battle” he had before he took in the other information.
“That’s great to hear! I think I’m… gonna get some more rest if you don’t mind. I feel fine but… that battle took a lot out of me.” he said. The pony nodded politely and smiled.
“You can stay free of charge for the good you’ve done for us here! Thank you!” she said as she left the room, closing the door and leaving Spike alone to replay the events over in his head.
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It was nearly a year later when he got an update message from Somnambula. Evidently the Sphinx was true to her word and had been working peacefully with the residents of the town. Apparently an oasis had sprung up near several trees, but more surprising was the fact that the Sphinx had given birth to four kitten sphinxes. He blushed darkly at that and swallowed hard until a memory from that day hit him.
“An intimate encounter that is deep, meaningful, and lasting.”