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Putting together a plan to combat the Huntsman would not be easy in the slightest. After all, a head-on attack would be disastrous. Especially for Rarity, who had volunteered herself and Spike to come up with the proper stratagem. As talented as Rarity was, Spike knew that she was not the best fighter. Not that she was ABOVE fisticuffs...she simply wasn't quite as skilled with such things as Rainbow Dash or Applejack.

No, her skill laid in how clever, cunning and intelligent she was, and she'd already begun formulating a scheme to contend with the Huntsman. A scheme that had begun when she'd really, TRULY taken a good look at how Spike had grown over the past year.

Spike was hitting draconic puberty, having grown a foot and becoming slightly more...developed...in his features. He now looked less like a little baby and, well...older. Older in the right ways. Gently handing Rarity a scroll, the light from a stained glass window illuminating the back of his crested head, the purple-haired unicorn had to admit, he looked quite...DISTINGUISHED.

Growing through puberty hadn't been easy, though. Nobody knew how to handle Spike when he went through unexpected fire-belching spells-

"ALL IS LOST! ALL IS LOST!" The long-suffering Mayor screeched out, tugging at her hair and wailing as burning green flames rising up into the early morning skies continued to TORCH the town hall, the local diner, three houses AND the bakery as ponies scrambled left and right in a panic, struggling to pour water onto the fire. Spike nervously rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly at Twilight as Pinkie Pie played on an accordion as she sat atop a stump, Rarity hovering a large bucket of water as the Applejack family helped the fire department as best they could.

"PINKIE!" Applejack yelled out in Pinkie's direction as they aimed the hose at the town hall, the farmer glaring angrily in her friend's direction for the insensitive choice of song. Specifically-

"I can't help it! It's a hot time in the old town tonight!" Pinkie proclaimed, sticking her tongue out and bobbing her head back and forth.

"Ask if she knows "gagged and bound"..." Rarity muttered dryly. "Or perhaps the "SOUND OF SILENCE"?!" She hissed out as Spike cringed, the town hall's roof collapsing inward.

"How about this?" Pinkie inquired cheerily as he held aloft the accordion and took a deep breath in one an attached harmonica. "Ohhh when I'm gone, won'tcha bury me deep? CUZ THERE'S WOLVERINES REPORTED IN THE AREAAAA!"

"The accordion DIES TONIGHT." Twilight swore, holding Spike up by the tail with one end, his head by the other like a flamethrower. Ready...AIM...

...things such as this was why Spike had considered and finally agreed to spend some time with the dragons. THANKFULLY, scary as dragons were...there were some who'd been considerate enough to help Spike get through the worst of the puberty. It had involved several lava baths, an IMMENSE amount of gem-snacking...and then several sudden growth spurts. Seeing a mountain EXPLODE as Spike emerged from it had made the denizens of Ponyville grateful he'd decided to work through his issues outside of town. Then, after rampaging around the mountain range five miles from town for about three straight hours, he'd finally begun shrinking down to a "normal" enough size, calmed and ready to return.

And had returned looking...well...once before he'd had "puppies". Now they were looking more like dogs.

Rarity looked into Spike's green eyes as he handed her the scroll and he blushed, Rarity blushing in return. It wasn't like she'd never... thought about intercourse with him. I mean, ever since he'd told her of his feelings...she'd known for quite some time and had something deep in her for him. Yet now that feeling was bubbling up more and more every day.

What could she say to him? How could she...

Focus. She had to focus. She looked the scroll over, rubbing her chin. It was a historical record of what had happened a hundred years ago when the Huntsman had arrived after being delayed for personal reasons for many a century. His fruitless searches for his sister had evidently yielded zip. But when he'd come here 100 years ago he'd also not been able to find CELESTIA before the Changelings had found him. Along with, interestingly, a few dragons, according to the reports that Celestia's scouts had taken down...and, supposedly, they'd given him something of a hard time before he'd finally killed them.

This gave her an idea. If just a FEW dragons could be so much of a nuisance, what could a large HORDE do? And after all, there was a city's worth of dragons far, far up in the mountains that Spike had stayed with. If they could somehow get the draconian destroyers to do THEIR dirty work for them...have Spike try to appeal to their pride, their sense of "I must be the apex predator" that so many had, well...

These were, after all, quite greedy and rather selfish beasts. They often placed incredible value on material things and on petty caprice, on winning through violence and powerful displays...though many, deep down, were also big softies, according to Spike. There was potential allies to be made.

"We're sure this is the best idea?" Twilight asked of Rarity as Rarity took off the small reading glasses she'd had on and put them away with a sigh.

"No, not the "best" idea...but the most unconventional I could think of which would have a chance. We need to think outside the box, be daring and bold...this definitely fits that bill, my dear." She insisted, the unicorn putting a hoof on her chest. "Spike...do you believe you can convince dragons in the city of Hearthstone to fight the Huntsman?"

"Yeah, if I frame it right...especially if I can find some of these poor guy's sons and daughters." Spike added, looking down at the scroll's bottom and cringing. "I mean, GEEZ. This is just basic info they stuck in, but...YIKES. I wouldn't wish this on even CRACKLE, and he eats babies!"

"YECCH." Rarity cringed in disgust.

"...well, actually, not entirely true. He eats toddlers." Spike apologized.

"It's kinda ironic they got cooked and eaten. Y'know. Cuz they're dragons." Pinkie admitted.

"YEAH, I GET IT!" Spike moaned, gulping nervously.

"Like Blueblood!"

"PINKIE!" Rarity gasped out.

Meanwhile, the Huntsman was sitting in the diner, sleeping off his latest meal, thinking back to when he'd first arrived. A summer wind, a soft breeze on his face, warm and comforting as he'd held her hoof, bowing his head deeply. She'd blushed at this display of chivalry, his considerate tone. He'd explained the rules, how his people operated.

She wasn't too surprised. Evidently the great Ohr'ion of the Hunting Party had once visited the land. It was rumored he had been responsible for a great cataclysm in the north which had forced him to retreat and had turned the far northern region into a barren wasteland. Yet Celestia had been surprised at his tender attitude towards her. He'd been kindly and noble and considerate.

And she...she was a beautiful figure. Her mane smelled like cherries, her fur soft to the touch. One time he'd separated her from Luna and had deeply inhaled the scent of her neck, nuzzling her softly, looking right into her soft blue pupils. For a few brief moments in the forest as the sun filtered sunlight softly down through the trees, there'd been no fighting, no bitter struggle. Only...a gentle, tender touch. A moment of peace. He'd felt...love for her. His heart moved by beauty and symmetry. Hers moved by the tenderness his strong, toned body held.

A beauty he'd seen in Fluttershy as well. She'd been such a fragile, sweet-looking creature. And as she'd laid curled up in his belly, he'd been able to taste how compassionate she was. She had, after all, been stored within him. Bits and pieces of her soul had been laid bare as his form enveloped her. He found himself worried about her...

Would he have to end up eating her to survive? He hoped not. He knew he had to live. Had to have others give themselves to him or to take of them to live, but...he wished there could be another way.

But as he'd told Apple Bloom, it wasn't like there was an entire planet full of crooks and rapists and murderers for him to gorge on. Or even an entire CITY.

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...Hearthstone wasn't quite the hive of scum and villainy others might have thought it was...but it was in a state of clear disrepair. Buildings of deep grey and black stone that softly glittered in the sunlight, towering structures forged in burning fire with many a perch for the elder dragons to roost upon rose up into the sky, with glistening, almost crystalline pillars in half-circle designs that made up various meeting places. Dragons were speaking to each other by burning bonfires, roasting fresh meat and drinking what was clearly alcohol, getting positively hammered whilst several dragons stood over the bonfire, taller and stronger than the others, all telling stories.

The roads were dirty and ugly, made of cracking bricks and a few roofs had collapsed inward, overgrown by plant life. On enormous walls to the west of the city of Hearthstone was carefully inscribed burning-hot letters and pictures made of what appeared to be living flame, an enormous metallic "heart" in the center of the city, comprised of what appeared to be, upon closer gaze, the tiny little vents with one large vent at the top. Upon seeing Spike and Rarity walking up the stairway that led to the front walkway into the city, one dragon immediately raced for the heart and blew inside, tufts of flames bellowing out along with deep, booming, echoing roars that shot through the city from the Hearthstone's "horn".

The dragons all turned their heads, ceasing their activity as they took notice of Rarity, who was clutching a small bracelet around one leg with slight nervousness. A teleporting bracelet for a one-way, emergency trip back to Ponyville that Twilight had personally enchanted if things went very, very bad. Spike puffed up his chest, looking proud as Rarity cleared her throat. "I seek your city's right of parlay with the Elder Council." She proclaimed. "Spike explained to me this custom you have. Something you MUST honor if ANY visitor invokes it."

The dragons glanced about at each other, a few younger-looking dragons muttering in annoyance, one familiar red dragon growling a bit. "We're really going to let this...PONY...do it?" He asked, waving a dismissive clawed hand at Rarity. "I mean, c'mon! The rule wasn't meant for a stupid pony. A dumb girl...probably tangy." He added, looking Rarity over and licking his lips.

Spike growled a bit. Crackle. He wished he could forget him. Crackle had wanted him to smash innocent phoenix eggs. He had a horrid, sick attitude towards the young. "Let's take position and see how many fireballs she can dodge before she goes up like a-"

"Crackle, STILL THY TONGUE!" A thunderous voice proclaimed as Spike blinked in surprise, a majestic specimen of royal, purple draconic might making his way through the crowd of dragons that were observing Spike and Rarity, standing aside to let him get to the front as he stood up on two legs, folding his arms across his chest, golden horns curved back, a crest running down from the top of his head, his deep green eyes looking Spike over. Spike nervously smiled.

"High Elder Spyro!" He murmured. "I know you must be wondering why I'm, uh...here?"

"Would this have to do with the starry-bodied hunter that so closely resemble the figure from our most horrific story? The Horned Hunter that cooked and devoured three of the most terrifying dragons of their time whole?" Spyro inquired as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

"Poor ol' Grandpa never had a chance." Crackle muttered. "Poor ol Snap Crackle got popped."

"Uh...well...I'm sure the Huntsman didn't make them suffer." Rarity nervously murmured as Spike looked over at the wall story that many other dragons were staring at, cringing at the...level of detail put into describing what had happened to Snap the Scourge, Devourer of a Thousand Children according to the rural the dragons had crafted.

"Looks like he DID, Rarity." Spike said with a quiet mumble as Rarity almost vomited at the sight. She didn't think dragons had THAT much scaly skin to peel off, but apparently she'd been living a lie! Then again, "Devourer of a Thousand Children"? Spike began to wonder if cruelty to kids was just a part of the Crackle family. Like the red scales.

"Here's come to Ponyville and we're meeting him not far from here. At an old, sleeping volcano." Spike said, giving High Elder Spyro a concerned look, getting to his knees and bowing his head. "We implore you. Help us defeat him. Do this to avenge your race's previous injustice it endured, do it to help keep Equestria safe from a great danger that will simply feed and feed upon any it sees. Do this for what the Huntsman has offered."

"What does he...offer?" Spyro asked. "I'm very loathe to make a deal with one that treated any of my kind the way he did." He remarked as he paced back and forth before Spike and Rarity, glowering slightly down upon them. "Be truthful."

"He's promised anything to those that injure him. Any precious items he, a living galaxy has to offer, or incredible magic, or the destruction of any enemies you have." Rarity spoke up. "I'm sure you've got plenty to ask of a living galaxy."

"Oh, QUITE..." Spyro admitted as he rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression coming to his scaly features as he chuckled a bit. "Especially if he's got ANY lovely gems inside of him...we're always on the lookout for more delicious gemstones. Very well, my little pony. You have our attention. What is your plan of attack for contending with this hunter?"

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...it was supposed to be a simple, simple, plan. Distract him, get him to move towards the volcano's closed-up top. Make sure he was in the center...and then blow the top open, sending him PLUMMETTING inside to the burning lava core deep in the volcano below. No doubt he'd SURVIVE, most likely, but...ohhh, he'd be hurt. Hurt enough to submit.

A simple enough plan...if they could just keep him distracted, keep him steady.

But then Crackle had wandered off and taken the rest of the distraction party with him. Now Spike and Rarity were slinking alongside natural rock outcroppings on the hill of the volcano, looking left and right as they made their way towards the forest to the east of the volcano's peak. High Elder Spyro and the rest of the Elder Council were hiding behind a large nearby mountaintop, ready to swoop in and dive-bomb the opening of the volcano for their trap as soon as it was sprung, but they needed the signal. A burning flare fired in the air. Simple, but...the scouting party wasn't there to give it.

Where WERE they, Rarity wondered to herself, she and Spike pushing some shrubbery aside as they finally reached the forest path, Spike glancing about as his eyes narrowed. "Can you smell him?"

"Trying, Rarity. Honest, I am." He admitted. "But, um...look, if...this doesn't end well, I just want you to know, I..." He began to say.

"I know, Spike." Rarity said gently. "I know what you want to say. I've begun to feel the same for you." She admitted, Spike blushing before he suddenly halted in place, pointing with a claw. Rarity and he hid behind a large tree, cringing a bit as Rarity beheld the Huntsman as he stood by a large bush. He was sniffing at the air, then tilting his head, hearing something off in the distance. He seemed...confused. Concerned. Even...

Now a dark anger had fallen over his face. A furious, baleful look, and...and now Rarity could faintly hear what sounded like SCREAMING coming from the far end of-

The screams stopped, Crackle and his friends making their way alongside the forest path, Crackle's stomach visibly larger and bulgier and...squirming. His friends were worse off, covered in blood that was CLEARLY not their own...and at the sight of this horror The Huntsman's eyes narrowed darkly as he focused in on Crackle's stomach, folding his arms across his chest. His pale blue eyes glistened with murderous intent as he spoke softly and quietly.

"It was cruel enough doing what you did to the little ones. Eating alive their parents and forcing them watch before you swallowed them whole is...unconscionable."

"You could hear all that?" Crackle inquired, looking clearly amused, the sunlight filtering down through the trees, casting an even darker shadow on the Huntsman's already darkening face.

"I could hear...and I can hear the children even now in your gut, screaming in terror." The Huntsman hissed. "I make the same offer Father made your grandfather when he encountered him. Cough them up and you live." He demanded.

"Yeah, ah...I was actually thinking of washing it down with some Huntsman blood. I just wanna SPLURGE a bit, as is my right. Other filthy creatures have no other purpose but to be of use to OUR kind. It's how it ought to be." Crackle said. "Especially those dumb ponies. I mean, really, they're just stupid hors-"

He didn't get to finish that sentence. The Huntsman PUNCHED him across the face, Crackle gasping as he felt his teeth shatter like a plate of fine china that had been thrown across a room. He clutched at his mouth, a startled, stunned series of gasps choking out from his mouth as he friends gasped, taking nervous steps back as Crackle felt pure fury well up in him. With a baleful, hateful roar he launched himself at the Huntsman, claws shooting forward, the Huntsman smoothly sliding aside.

"Oh MY, you almost gave me a paper cut, fellow predator. Allow me to RETURN THE FAVOR."

With that, Crackle felt the Huntsman's sharp claws press into his right chest, against a breast muscle. With a single, fluid motion he ripped it off, Crackle reeling back as the blood splattered onto the ground, Crackle screeching in agony, burning fire ripping through his body the Cosmo Sapien chewed and swallowed the sweet fatty morsel happily. Sometimes you simply had to say "Oh, to hell with the diet of "no dragons". Even if they were waaay too high in bad cholesterol.

And then...the stomach. He then raised one hand high, and the Huntsman brought it down in a swift, hard arc. He tore into the dragon's stomach on the left side, and exited on the right, taking a handful of terrified-looking young phoenixes with him who were covered in guts and blood, panting and heaving in fear as tubes of broken intestines flopped out, broken ribs along with them as Crackle instinctively grabbed at the now darkened, blackened flesh, fighting desperately to stay away. The monstrous alien hunter had just disembowelled him and Rarity was fighting not to vomit.

Then the Huntsman spoke. His ethereal voice was without mercy. Without any trace of that softness that had been there before as he put the frightened phoenix chicks down onto the ground.

"You... disgust me. Using children in such self-indulgence as this is deplorable. Sickening. But you sought to brag about your superiority. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be part of the food chain. I pity the maggots that will feast upon your flesh as you slowly rot into the dirt...for they deserve far better fare than you." He hissed out.

Crackle slumped to the ground, his friends whimpering in fear as the Huntsman turned to the baby chicks.

"I suggest...you run." He told them before turning to Crackle's friends. "For YOU...there will be no escape."

Rarity couldn't bear to watch. Spike and her held each other close, burying their faces in their chests as they struggled not to hear the screams, the terrified howls of fear that were brutally, violently cut off, the Huntsman quickly and swiftly keeping each of Crackle's friends from escaping. The two were frozen in shock and horror, wanting to move, wanting to do SOMETHING but...they were so disgusted, so horrified by the sight before them they couldn't move. It seemed...unworldly. Impossible. This wasn't some story told down over the years, this horror was unfolding before their eyes, and they could scarcely bear to watch...

CAUGHT ENDING

As they remained stunned at...what remained of the scouting party, the Huntsman tapped Rarity and Spike on the shoulder, the two turning to look up into his eyes as he quickly reached down, grabbing hold of the bracelet around Rarity's leg as she watched it sink into the Huntsman's palm before he held their respective shoulders.

They were trapped.

"You are mine now. I take it you planned a trap atop the volcano?"

"...y-yes..." Spike muttered.

"I would fall in when the Elder Dragons burst the top open? Plummeting into burning hot lava?"

"Yes."

"...out of pity, I'm...willing to let myself fall into their trap. But you must sacrifice yourself to me. Willingly. Right now." He told them. "I'll inform the Dragons they are to ask anything they would of me, but they're not to bring any harm to the ponies of Equestria in their request. Do we have a deal?"

Rarity nervously looked into Spike's eyes, and he into hers. For what seemed to be an eternity they were silent, unsure of what to say. Rarity finally spoke, giving a soft, sad, nod. "We won't fight you." She murmured.

"Just...get it over with." Spike said. "You promise you won't let the dragons hurt Twilight and my friends?" He nervously wanted to know.

"I promise." The Huntsman insisted tenderly, patting the two atop their heads. "Now...it would be cruel of me to let you two be alone. I'll take both of you into me at once. Would you like that?" He inquired with a soft smile.

"Please, stop. Don't...mock us." Rarity said harshly, shaking her head back and forth, glaring back at him with a harsh glower, the Huntsman actually looking hurt, the alien hunter mournfully staring back at her.

"I'm not trying to mock you. I don't like seeing innocents suffer. I want you to be comfortable and happy in your final moments. You don't deserve to die in pain like they did. You've done nothing wrong." The Huntsman put a hand on his chest, his expression solemn and sincere. "I'm not a MONSTER."

"But what you did...that WAS monstrous." Spike said. "That was...it was like you wanted them to suffer even more, and...and what you need to do to SURVIVE, even...we heard from Apple Bloom. We know you gotta eat people. Know that you need to because you're a living galaxy, and you don't wanna let all those planets in you die off. But I wanna know something." He demanded, poking the Huntsman with a claw. "If you WEREN'T one...would you still be doing this?!"

The Huntsman cringed, a...disgraced expression flickering across his face. "I don't know. I really don't."

He then gently knelt down, embracing the two's cheeks with his hands. "Embrace each other." He suggested. "If this is to be your last moments, let them be filled with nothing but love." Spike laid atop Rarity, looking deep into her eyes as she nodded and within a moment their mouths were locked together in a fervent, seemingly endless kiss, and they embraced each other and pressed their bodies together with a firmness that matched the vigor of their love.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked, his breathing hard, his draconic manhood throbbing as it began to emerge, a nervous expression flickering onto his face. "I'm probably not going to be very gentle, I...I've never done this before."

"Sweetie...I can handle it. Some like it hot." she purred in his ear, licking his cheek.

Spike growled loudly, leaning in more closely. "Please, tell me you TRULY want me." he said in a harsh whisper, his body trembling with his ache. "Please...I need to hear it, Rarity."

"I want you, Spike." Rarity panted. "I need you...please...stop teasing me."

That was all he needed to hear. He scooted up until he was tight against her and placed the head of his swollen cock up against her small hole. Once he found his mark, he put his hands on her hips and pressed forward slowly. His hard dick went in slowly as he could, inch by inch. When he felt their pubic bones meet, he moaned low in his throat, remaining still while Rarity adjusted to his size and he kept himself from coming right then and there.

"Ohhh, SPIKE!" she moaned. "You feel so good. Mmmm..."

She rolled her hips back and forth slowly, the veins on his penis rubbing against her G spot and the head pressing up tightly against her cervix. Spike was then overcome with an urge; one he couldn't deny. She moaned loudly, her eyes closing as her draconic lover began pounding into her relentlessly, latching onto her hips. Rarity screamed in delight, demanding more, harder and faster and, of course, he was more than happy to comply.

Indeed, Spike thrust into her hard and she couldn't help but moan as he began to take Rarity with renewed vigor, latching onto her lips, giving her a deep, loving kiss before parting anew.

"More, harder, faster," she whispered out, feeling like she was burning up, moving her hips up and down in time to meet his thrusts. He complied, the head of his cock slamming past her cervix and deep into her womb. She in turn came hard, her juices raining down onto their chests and faces as he continued his assault on her body. Releasing her nipple, he started licking her juices off of her face, a loud growl rumbling through his chest. This was the most erotic experience of her life and she would certainly never forget it.

"OHHH...oh, YEAH!" Spike grunted, feeling his balls grow tight with his impending release as he continued fucking her after she'd come, her juices running down over her chest and face. He licked her sweet nectar off her neck and face, a loud, almost vicious growl rumbling in his chest as he kept pumping. "Oh, Rarity...please, more...more..." He murmured,

Rarity squealed in delight, Spike pumping even harder, his balls constricting, she knew he was close. "Yessss! SPIKE! OH, YES!"

"RARITY!" Spike roared as his cock grew thicker and he came deep inside her womb, his whole body shuddering as he pumped his cum into her as she came again. It kept going and going as Rarity clung to him, breathing heavily, running her hooves through his hair. Panting from exertion, the two flopped down, arms draped across each other, Rarity nuzzling up to him as the Huntsman chuckled a bit.

"Ohhh. Dinner AND a show." He chuckled, carefully lifting them up, mouth opening wide like a python unhinging its jaw, using his hands to guide both pairs of feet...or in Rarity's case HOOVES...into his mouth. The two didn't mind. They continued their soft, calm embrace the alien slowly drew them inside himself. Their ankles disappeared, then their calves, and then their knees, enjoying the pleasant warmth that seemed to be spreading up their legs. Spike and Rarity's only real thought was to hold their lover as close as the strength of their arms would allow, to keep his attention on each other's eyes. The strange warmth spread up to their buttocks; now they were sitting on a warm tongue, with Spike and Rarity's legs down inside the strange, warm smoothness.

And still the warmth spread; not only did Spike feel Rarity's chest and abdomen against his own, but he also felt the warmth of the Huntsman's maw spreading up his back. Soon only Rarity and Spike's heads were outside the hunter's mouth, and they drew in for another, final kiss. Then the Huntsman's throat muscles pulled the men the rest of the way inside, a remarkable gulp sending them down to his gut.

The Huntsman gave a sigh of contentment, the two lovers now formed a considerable bulge in his abdomen. Whatever they'd been before, now they were just an anonymous mound in the alien's belly; the two within obscured by the hunter's muscle, skin, and fat. Their minds were slowly being absorbed along with the rest of their body in the soft liquid within the Huntsman's stomach, every part of their form being softly, sweetly broken down in the loving heat of his belly's pit. They could feel the embrace of millions welcoming their spirits into the collective, feel the Huntsman's gratitude at their sacrifice as their bodies finally gave in and became the nutrients he desired.

Between this and the earlier little indulgence, the Huntsman felt wonderfully full with the two lovers he had eaten. There was nothing there to indicate they'd been there but belly fat and he thoughtfully rubbed his stomach with a clawed hand.

"You'll be together forever." He said, embracing their souls with his enormous hands, bringing them in to a sweet embrace with the rest of those that laid within him. "There's no chance of separation within me. And you'll NEVER have to worry about divorce." He added with a small chuckle. "Now..."

It was time to meet with the dragon elders. He had a promise to keep. He hoped High Elder Spyro wouldn't try to make him break his vow.

Because if they did, well...the two would have more than just words.

SUCCESS ENDING

The two were frozen in shock and horror, wanting to move, wanting to do SOMETHING but...

NO. No "buts". They had to act now.

"HEY!" Spike roared out, Rarity and he stepping out from behind the tree as the Huntsman turned around to look at them. "Betcha can't eat just one dragon!" He yelled out, holding up his chest as best he could and cheekily smirking. "You know it's important to go green!"

"Ah, you have a WIT." The Huntsman mused, cracking his knuckles. "But I believe in speaking softly...and carrying a big stick. Let's see how well you do against THAT." He proclaimed, holding a clawed hand to his chest, his spear-staff emerging as Rarity and Spike BOLTED through the forest trail, the Huntsman racing after them, twirling his staff as he began to slowly catch up to them.

Nothing quite like the feeling of the wind on your face, the Huntsman thought as they raced up the long, barren hill, Rarity and Spike shooting across the top as Spike turned around, his chest bulging as...

He belched an ENORMOUS green fireball of blazing flame at the Huntsman, who managed to dive out of the way, flopping onto his belly as Spike launched another high into the sky, he and Rarity diving across the top of the hill and beginning to roll down the other side, loud "Ouch ouch ouch ouches" filling the air as the Huntsman blinked in surprise...before sniffing the ground and tasting it with his tongue.

Wait a minute.

WAIT A MINUTE. Igneous rock. The kind of rock that was best found at-

It was then that a burning, searing-hot heat combined with a flash of bright purplish light SINGED the earth about him and the ground he was upon cracked and shattered into chunks, the cool air turning into sizzling heat as the Huntsman found himself falling, plummeting like a stone down into the dark abyss, an abyss alit only by one thing...the unmistakable pool of lava far, far below.

With he fell into with a cut-off swear and a loud, liquidy PLOP, magma spewing out in a large spray as Rarity and Spike finally flopped to the ground at the bottom of the volcano, covered in bruises and cuts from rolling down the other side, heaving and groaning as they rose up, Rarity wincing.

"That was a close one. Think I broke a hoof...no, no, I'm alright." She remarked, sighing as she dusted herself off. "But I MUST take a bath when this is over." She admitted before a very, VERY loud scream filled the air, the Huntsman BARRELING out of the top of the volcano, covered in smoke and sizzling, howling like a madman as he flopped to the chunks of volcano top that WEREN'T falling down into the magma below. He began racing around in circles, howling and screeching and hissing, rubbing his sore body over and over as the smoke swelled off of him, Spike smirking a bit.

"I guess you could say we really...BURNED him?" He asked of Rarity.

"I suppose he wasn't quite...HOT...on what we had planned for him." Rarity giggled out. "But I'm sure he'll calm down a bit later when he's not...hee-hee...when he's not ALL STEAMED UP!"

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...once he'd FINALLY finished putting out the fires on his ass, the Huntsman had been quite happy to agree to Rarity and Spike's conditions...and indeed. He had QUITE a few precious items to bestow upon dragonkind...and Ponyville.

"You get an emerald and YOU get a sapphire, I am truly the talk show host of precious gems." The Huntsman remarked as he nonchalantly kept reaching into his chest over and over, pulling out crystal after crystal, gem after gem, giving the enormous preciouses to each dragon in Hearthstone, Rarity and Spike sitting on a bench together, resting their heads upon each other.

"Imagine, Ponyville will never have to worry about money problems ever again...and I'll get to enjoy a gem anytime I want." He admitted.

"And I am going to LOVE being able to do entire dresses in diamond. For once I won't have to have them shipped in from Manehattan..." Rarity added with a smile. "But you know, I...there's something I wish to tell you, Spike. Something I was thinking about asking you. And..." She hesitated before raising her head away from Spike. "Be right back." Rarity asked of him, heading over to the Huntsman as he turned to look at her.

"May I help you, Rarity? Perhaps a lovely pearl necklace?"

"I'd prefer a...special kind of diamond, if you get my drift?" She asked softly, the Huntsman looking over at Spike, then at her as she gave him a suggestive wink, the alien hunter nodding as he reached into his chest, a small, precious little box of black popping out as he handed it to her, Rarity pocketing it into the belt pouch she had before sauntering back over to Spike, taking in a breath. "Spike...here's one gem I hope you don't ever eat." She said, taking out the box...and opening up the top.

"...is...that what I think it is?" He asked, his green eyes slowly widening, his hands flying to his mouth as he gasped in awe.

"Mmm-hmm." Rarity murmured, nodding as a small smile came to her soft features.

"...it's BEAUTIFUL." Spike whispered. "Rarity, I...yes! Oh, definitely, YES!"

The Huntsman smiled as he saw them embrace, burping suddenly as Cracke's skull promptly flew out, falling to the ground with a THUNK as several dragons IMMEDIATELY backed away, the line deciding "Y'know, getting some gems can wait" as they all made for other parts of town, the alien hunter picking his teeth and chuckling at the sight of Spike and Rarity. "Quite a day." He mused aloud as the two deeply embraced, exchanging a passionate kiss.

"Dinner AND a show."