Golden Oaks library…

Twilight stared wide-eyed at the dragoness before her, who was combing her hair at the moment, trying to contain her excitement. Before her was a being that was older than princesses, someone that had years of experience in probably a whole range of interesting and magical things, not to mention her being a dragon, something that almost nopony knew anything about, and she was going to answer her questions!

Needless to say Twilight was having a nerdgasm. Why did she have hair? What were those thing’s on her chest? What was her wingspan? What was the average speed of a European Swallow? Those were just a few of the thousands of questions that Seleis was going to be bombarded with. So Twilight thought she would start the interrogat-er-questioning as soon as possible.

“Okay Mrs. Seleis-“

“Just Seleis Twilight.”

“-Seleis, how old are you?”

Seleis looked sternly at Twilight. “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a lady her age Mrs. Sparkle?” Twilight gulped and tried to shimmer out an apology, but the dragoness just laughed. “I’m kidding Twilight, I’m 2,500 and not a day over.”

Twilight looked at her amazed. “Shouldn’t you be bigger though?” She blurted out before she could stop herself, making Seleis chuckle again.

Looking over to Spike, Seleis said, “Hey little guy can you go outside for a little bit?” Nodding eagerly Spike got up and trotted outside, leaving a now slightly nervous Twilight and the dragoness alone.

Leaning closer to Twilight Seleis thought over the question carefully. “Well Twilight, I am bigger, about as big as this whole town when I want to be.”

Twilight looked at her confused. “You can change your size?”

“All dragons can when they get old enough. See, we never stop growing so if you get about as old as me then that’s a problem; It would almost be impossible to feed myself without damaging an ecosystem the size of half the planet. So I stay small so I eat less, and keep from destroying towns by accidently not seeing them.”

“Interesting…” Twilight muttered as she wrote everything down. Now it was time to hit two birds with one stone. “How do you know Forge and the others?”

Seleis looked dreamily out the window. “They had to come to the dragon lands for a couple of years to help the war effort. They were staying with me and my father, probably one of the greatest dragon smith’s that’s ever lived.” She sighed. “It was love at first sight.”

Twilight blinked, “Love at first sight? With who?”

“With Forge of course!”

“….But Forge is scared of mares.”

Seleis looked at her dejectedly “I know, next question.” Twilight gulped, she had hit a sore spot and she needed to defuse the situation or her tree was going to become kindling.

“Um… you said that you needed to do something to Spike on his birthday, care to elaborate?”

Seleis got uncomfortably close to Twilight; she was already tired of answering all of these questions for the nosy unicorn, Twilight having to stop herself from running away. Grinning Seleis said, “O I’m just going to help with his growth spurt.”

2:00 am The Fort

Captain SteelWing and Captain ShadowWalker walked toward the smithy, both enjoying Luna’s night. Steel Wing looked over to the bat pony, with his ridiculously curly mustache, and snorted.

“Shadow, you need to cut that thing.” She said gesturing toward his facial hair. The stallion snorted.

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer. So what do you think about the commander?” She thought over all of the stories she had heard as a cub about the evil humans that would take you if you were bad.

“They might be like the scary stories say they are. He took out 50 of those monsters laughing…”

The stallion nodded in understanding. “I know what you mean, what do you think he wants?”

Steel chuckled. “Probably to say hello.”

Both of the captains chuckled as they heard the sound of a hammer hitting steel. Walking toward the sound they saw Forge putting something back into the forge. Seeing them, he waved them over and turned to shadow.

“… That mustache is ridiculous.” Steel Wing chuckled as Shadow gave him a sour look.

“Captain I’m sure that we’re not here so you can insult me.” Forge grinned and nodded.

“Righto Captain, in about 5 minutes your soldiers are going to get a rude awakening, I just thought you’d like to be spared that.”

“Commander, if I might ask, who’s training my soldiers?” The curious griffin asked.

Forge looked a little sour as he answered. “Since I’m not allowed Reaper and Longstrider will take over training the troops, I’ll just be supervising everything.” Both of the Captains looked at him shocked.

“W-what?” Shadow sputtered. “You’re training 500 with just 3?! That can’t be done!”

Forge looked amused at that. “Captain” he began. “When I was little I always I wanted to fly. Since I didn’t have wings like you two I was told it was impossible. But you know? I always had the mad thought that if I just tried, if I took a step off a ledge and believed hard enough, then I would soar through the air.

And guess what? Years later I flew, one of the many impossible things that I’ve done in the last couple of years; let me tell you, I don’t know how you like flying so much, it fucking sucks.”

“Lesson of the story? Impossible is nothing. Some might say that 3 can’t make the finest soldiers in the world, that it’s impossible… Now tell me Captain-” Pulling the thing out from the forge and putting it into a basin of grape juice, the steel hit the liquid with an angry hiss. Pulling it out and showing it to the two awe-struck captains’ he grinned. “-are you ready to fly?....”

At barrack #1

Reaper looked over at the mass of sleeping guards of all races, swirling his coffee. He closed his eyes, listening to the breathing, wheezing, and snoring that was coming from all around him. Walking to one of the bunks he stood over a pony, a private Cloud Skipper.

Reaper looked down at the guardspony, who was sprawled out on his bunk, dead to the world.

“Dreams little pony” Reaper said “show us more about ourselves than any trial, any quest that we can take in this life. But-” grabbing a bag from the floor and opening said bag, Reaper brought out one of the least common stones in Equestria.

Legendary for its blinding light and thunderous sound when cracked, not to mention that a certain princess can make them, it is simply called a sun stone. Cracking two and throwing them in different directions Reaper grinned.

“-all dreams are fleeing…”

BOOM….. BOOM !

“GETTHEFUCKUPMAGGOTS!UPUP,COMEONWEDON’THAVEALLNIGHT!” He yelled, kicking the guards out of their beds.

The dazed, confused, and tired guards scrambled out of their beds and stood at attention, most of them having ringing ears from the sun stones. Calmly switching the lights on he looked at his platoon, all consisting of griffins, bat ponies, and regular ponies, all of them standing at attention beside their bunks.

To his relief most of their beds were already properly made, at least he wouldn’t have to teach them that…

That almost made him smile, almost.

Keeping his ‘sergeant face’ he walked down each row of bunks. “I am Sergeant Reaper, your Senior Drill Instructor. From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!" Do you maggots understand that?”

“SIR YES SIR!”

Frowning Reaper stopped and cupped a hand to his ear. “What was that? Sound off like you got a pair!”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Fillies and colts” Reaper said walking along the lines of soldiers. “If you ladies leave my island, if you survive training ... you will be a weapon, you will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day you are pukes! You're the lowest form of life on Earth. You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian shit!

Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on Horn heads, horse bats, or pigeons. Here you are all equally worthless! And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps! Do you maggots understand that?”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Out-fucking-standing!” Looking out for a target to fuck with he came upon a terrified griffin. Walking over to said griffin, who flinched as Reaper got down to his eye level, he grinned.

“Now…”

Gilda stood at attention while her squadmate was being yelled at and called names. Ruffling her feathers angrily she muttered something that would cause her to have the worst day in recorded history. “ Ugly-ass human.”

Reaper shot up, that was what he was waiting for!

“WHO SAID THAT? Who the fuck said that?!” Reaper of course knew who said it, but fucking with the guards was needed, it showed who was in charge and it was the funniest thing in the whole world. Walking over to the mutterer’s general location he continued.

“Who’s the slimy common of shit twinkle toed cocksucker who signed their own death warrant?” None of the troops answered, all of them eyes forward and backs straight. “Nobody huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it? Out-fucking-standing! I will P.T. you all until you fucking die!” All of the guards flinched at this but they remained silent, none wanting to betray their comrade.

Walking past to the offender who stiffened he increased his volume. “I will P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk!” Grabbing a pony by the scruff of the neck he snarled at the poor mare. “Was it you you scrawny little fuck, huh?”

“SIR NO SIR!”

“You little piece of shit, you look like a fucking worm, I bet it was you!”

“SIR NO SIR!”

Gilda, who was never one to let others take her blame, shouted, “SIR I SAID IT SIR!”

Looking over to her direction Reaper dropped the mare and walked over to the griffin and got to her eye level, Gilda trying not to flinch under his stern gaze. “Well no shit, what do we have here a fucking comedian, Private Joker. I admire your honesty, hell I like you; you can come to my house and fuck my sister.”

Pivoting his hips he hit Gilda in the stomach hard enough to lift her off the ground, knocking her to the ground and leaving her gasping for air. Pointing at her Reaper roared, “I GOT YOUR NAME, I GOT YOUR ASS! YOU WILL NOT CRY, YOU WILL NOT LAUGH, YOU WILL LEARN BY THE NUMBERS! I WILL TEACH YOU, NOW GET UP UP!” As Gilda struggled to get up Reaper hoisted her up face-to-face. “ You’d best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!”

“SIR YES SIR!” Gilda hoarsely replied as Reaper put her down.

“Private Joker, why did you join my beloved core?” Thinking it over quickly Gilda thought it would be a good idea to tell the truth.

“SIR TO KILL SIR!”

Reaper raised an eyebrow. “So you’re a killer?”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Let me see your war face.” Gilda blinked confusingly up at him.

“Sir?”

“You got a war face?” Getting in Gilda’s face he screamed. “AHHHHH that’s a war face. Now let me see your war face!”

Gilda puffed out her chest. “AHHHHHH!”

Reaper snorted. “Bullshit, you didn’t convince me, now let me see your war face!”

Unfurling her wings Gilda roared, “AHHHHHH!”

Reaper was still unimpressed. “You don’t scare me, work it.”

“SIR YES SIR!”

Cloud Skipper was as still as a statue, mentally screaming don’tlookatmedon’tlookatmeOsweet- He must of pissed off some god because Reaper walked right over to him. Mentally cursing his fate he steeled himself for his chewing out.

“What’s your excuse?” Reaper asked Cloud, who blinked at the odd question.

“SIR EXCUSE FOR WHAT SIR?”

“I’m asking the fucking questions here private, do you understand?”

Cloud started to sweat. “SIR YES SIR!”

“Well thank you very much; can I be in charge for a while?”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Are you shook up, are you nervous?”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Sir...”

“SIR WHAT? WERE YOU ABOUT TO CALL ME AN ASSHOLE?” Cloud started to feel faint but he plowed on.

“SIR NO SIR!”

“How tall are you private?”

“4 foot 2 sir!”

“4’2? I didn’t know they stacked shit that high. You trying you squeeze an inch on me
somewhere huh?”

“SIR NO SIR!”

“Bullshit! It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your momma’s ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress. I think you’ve been cheated.” Reaper turned away and Cloud sighed, his torture was over… that is until Reaper turned back to him.

“Where the hell are you from anyway private?”

“SIR CLOUDSDALE SIR!”

“Holy dogshit, Cloudsdale? Only clouds and queers come from Cloudsdale private cowcolt and you don’t look much like a cloud to me so that kinda narrows it down. Do you suck dicks?”

Cloud’s usually white face turned bright red. “SIR NO SIR!”

“Are you a peter puffer?”

“SIR NO SIR!”

“I’ll bet you’re the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-a-round. I’ll be watching you.”

Cloud couldn’t take it. Eyes rolling into the back of his head he swayed side to side and hit the ground, out cold.

Satisfied with his work he decided to get down to business.

“Alright fillies and gentle colts. Get outside; the commander wants to speak with you. Now double time!” When the last soldier ran out Reaper finally let out his long suppressed laughter…

“Fillies and colts” Forge said as he walked back and forth along the lines of the 500 soldiers. “Each of you have the potential to become great, much like the piece of iron you need to be beaten and heated to become a great weapon. We will beat, exhaust, and break you. If you survive that then you will deserve to be called soldiers, you will deserve to be called Thanes. Do you understand?”

All of the guards gulped. “SIR YES SIR!”

As Forge walked along the troops he saw a certain batmare, Nightwing, who waved at him. Captain Shadow facehooved and Forge couldn’t help but smile. Before Shadow could yell at the private Forge raised a hand to silence him and walked over to her.

“NIGHTWING!” He yelled at the mare, who didn’t bat an eye “What is your sole purpose in this army?”

Without missing a beat she replied, “To do whatever you tell me to do Captain!”

There was a moment of silence as Forge regarded NightWing, everyone waiting for her to be chewed out…

“GODDAMIT NIGHTWING! That is the most outstanding answer I’ve ever heard, you must have an IQ of a 160; you’re a goddamn genius NIGHTWING!” As Forge walked past her, everyone, including her captain, looked at the mare who still had a slightly bored look on her face, all of them with their mouths on the floor.

“Alright” Forge continued. “You’re training will be spread out over a 2 month period. These first 2 weeks we’re strengthening you up and giving you the endurance of a Kenyan. Then it’s on to weapons and finally tactical training. You have Sundays off and this week we’re having a poker night so bring your bits. O and if you haven’t noticed there are some civilians here. I expect you to treat them with the same respect as you would an officer. You don’t I skull fuck you, understood?”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Outstanding! Captain Steel Wing” Forge called to the griffiness. “If you were to guess what is the time?”

“About 3:30 Captain.”

Smiling, Forge said, “3:30? Huh, I let you fillies sleep in… Well you can make it up to me; you will run until the sun sets.” He chuckled at all of the troops shocked looks. “Yes yes, you can thank me later. Now get going, you stop you’re getting an arrow in your ass, is that clear?”

“SIR YES SIR!”

“Good, now get going!”

As they ran Forge waved Longstrider and Reaper over. “Alright, it looks like you scared them pretty good. We wouldn’t even have to chase them!” All 3 of the humans chuckled as Reaper dragged Forge toward town.

“Where are we going?” Forge asked.

“To town.”

“I got armor to make!” Forge whined but Reaper wasn’t having any of that.

“No, we got the troops; you see how the girls are doing.”

“Fine….” Forge said as he slugged toward town…

Trixie had done many things in her life. She was and still is a street performer; she worked on a rock farm for a couple of months. Hell, she was even a stripper in Manehattan for a few months. But being a cook was a first.

“Get those carrots cut Trixie!”

Being a cook that was working under a diamond dog was an even odder job, not that she would call it a job, after the princesses found out she was that Trixie that had a town under siege with an evil alicorn amulet they arrested her. She got off lucky, just community service. But it was what she was doing that bothered her.

She could have been fine cleaning litter, but nooooo she had to help cook for 500 soldiers. Huffing, Trixie threw her knife on the ground, fed up with everything. “The great and powerful Trixie will not be a cook!”

Soft Paws stopped cutting carrots to look up at her. “Trixie” she said, trying to calm the distressed mare. “You have to, you don’t then I’ll have to tell the Captain.”

“The great and powerful Trixie will not be a cook!” Trixie repeated.

Sighing, Soft Paws put her knife down and left the kitchen, returning soon after. “Forge wants to see you, follow me.”

Huffing Trixie followed, getting ready to give the human a piece of her mind, she wasn’t a servant for sun’s sake! Soft Paws lead her past a bunch of exhausted looking ponies to the smithy, Forge working on shovel heads. Throwing a red hot shovel into a basin, Forge grabbed a towel that was close to him and wiped himself off.

Noticing them, Forge waved them over, Trixie steeling herself. “Trixie” Forge began “Soft Paws here told me you are causing a fuss in the kitchens, care to explain?”

“The great and powerful Trixie had been slaving in a hot kitchen all day with the diamond dog, cooking for 500. That is too much for two to handle!”

Forge hummed and nodded. “Fair enough, the troops can help you; they can help cook their own food. If that’s all-“

“No its not!” Trixie snarled. “Trixie is not a cook! She demands that you let her work in this smithy!”

“I already have a store clerk-“

“Not as a store clerk, as a blacksmith!” Forge tried and failed to hold in his laughter, much to Trixie’s bemusement.

Wiping a tear from his eye he tried to let the unicorn down easy. “I’m sorry Trixie but I wouldn’t have pony steel in my shop.”

“And why the hay not?!” Trixie demanded.

Forge rubbed his eyes to fight off his exhaustion thinking over how to best explain why. “Trixie, now you know that ponies don’t have hands to hold a hammer-”

“I can use magic!”

“When a unicorn uses magic to hold a hammer the magic gets into a hammer which in turn gets into whatever you’re forging, ruining the steel. So that’s why-“

“Trixie will show you!” Pushing the human out of the way, Trixie looked around the smithy, grabbing a smaller hammer, a strip of leather, and with a look of determination on her face, Trixie stood next to the anvil.

Wrapping the leather around her hoof she tied the hammer around her hoof. She looked at an amused Forge, who had never seen a pony blacksmith like this before, and said, “Give Trixie some iron!” Grabbing some hot iron from a forge he put in on the anvil, wanting to see what she would do.

Grunting, Trixie balanced herself on her hind legs. “Trixie will now make nails!”

Forge raised an eyebrow. “And you know how to make a nail how?”

“Trixie watched a couple of griffins do it; Trixie goes to a lot of blacksmiths to get wheels fixed. Now be quiet.”

Soft Paws was about to rebuke Trixie when Forge waved her off. “It’s fine Soft Paws, let’s let Trixie do her.”

Looking up at him Soft Paws gasped, Forge had quite a shiner on his left eye. Knocking him over she grabbed his face. “Omygosh Forge! What happened to your face?!” Realizing that she was basically straddling him, she scrambled off him, her face flushed.

Forge chuckled. “Just got smacked by a grandmother, I’m fine.”

“No you’re not fine!” She was about drag him into the kitchen to get a steak on that eye when Reaper walked into the forge.

“Forge” he said “Pinkie needs your help.”

Flipping up into his feet he nodded at Reaper and looked at Soft Paws, who looked like she was going to jump him. “See ya Paws!” before she could protest Forge grabbed Reaper by the scruff of the neck and charged off toward ponyville....

“So what does Pinkie want?” Forge asked as they walked into town, which was oddly empty.

“She needs your help with stuff.”

Forge raised an eyebrow. “ ‘stuff’? Bullshit.” Forge had always been good at sniffing out ambushes and this reeked of one, a party ambush, one of the worst kind of ambushes. If there was one thing that Forge really hated it was surprises.

They both looked at each other until Reaper sighed. “Okay it’s yours and Seleis’s party.” Forge flinched at the dragoness’s name, making Reaper chuckle.

Trying to derail the conversation, Forge said, “Alright Reaper, here’s what you’re going to do…”

Sugarcube Corner

All of the ponies waited in the darkness in anticipation, Pinkie the most excited out of the lot, waiting for Forge to come through the door. Since they were told it isn’t a good idea to surprise a dragon, Seleis had been told about the party and had come early along with Longstrider, who had to hide behind a box so Forge couldn’t see his eyes.

They heard the door started to open, the ponies getting ready to shout with Pinkie manning the lights. The door swung open…

“SURRRR-PRISE?” The ponies shouted in confusion.

There at the door was Reaper, minus a Forge. The ponies looked around, confused as Reaper looked at them impassively. “Sup.” He said as Pinkie was about to have a meltdown…

Vinyl stood behind her DJing equipment confused as all of the other ponies, Seleis and Longstrider just looked around smiling, which was odd to her. What in the hay are the- She thought before a hand came out of nowhere and clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes opened wide in panic and her hooves tried to bat the hand away, the hand was coming out of a bucking shadow!

The closer she looked into the shadow she saw what almost looked like a set of eyes and a smile. The shadow started to become 3-D, Vinyl trying to get away from whatever it was. As it started to take shape,and a voice whispered, “Vinyl, it’s me, calm down.”

Vinyl squinted, that sounded like Forge. “Forge?”

The shadow dissolved, revealing a grinning Forge, who put his finger to his lips.

“Shhhh.”

His Quicksilver flew from his hand, a little bit going into the ears of Forge, Vinyl, Seleis, Reaper, and anypony that was too close to the speakers. The rest formed into a little box. Fiddling with Vinyl’s cables, he hooked the box up to the speakers, quietly turning them all the way up.

“No one surprises Forger Metalworker…” Forge muttered as he pushed a button on the box, starting a song that you wouldn’t want to be surprised by:

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In Canterlot…

Celestia got ready for bed after another stressful day as a princess left her wanting nothing more than to just lie beneath her covers and drift off to la la land. After brushing her teeth she walked over to the podium that would hold her crown, chest plate, and horseshoes and put said items on the podium. Using her horn to turn off her lights and lift the covers onto herself, Celestia closed her eyes and let out a sigh of content. This was the best part of th-

“DRAMA”

The princess opened a bloodshot eye in surprise as the bass dropped, angry as all hell. Muttering something about stupid humans, Celestia used her magic to pull a pair of earmuffs out of a drawer and put them on; falling right to sleep.

Back at Sugarcube Corner….

What to Forge, Seleis, Vinyl and the other humans was as a very funny joke, to the ponies that had their eardrums busted and were thrown into the wall from the force of the sound wave, it was a horribly unpleasant experience.

Twilight was one such pony that held this view higher than the others, she was by the wall that most of the other ponies had crashed into, and she had to use all of her magic not to get crushed under a pile of pony flesh. Glaring at Forge who had tears streaming down his face; her horn glowing with the spell that would fix the windows and everypony’s ears.

As the ponies shakily got up they turned toward the blacksmith, most of them looking like they wanted blood. Forge looked at all of the ponies glaring at him and smiled. Walking over to the beverage table and pouring himself a beer he said, “Come on, it was funny and you all know it. Now quite pouting and let’s get some drinking games going!..”

Much later at The Fort….

Seleis poked her head in Forge’s bedroom. None of the humans had drank that much at the party, all of them having to work in the morning. Seleis though, was pretty tipsy. Sober enough to sneak into The Fort undetected, but drunk enough to make some bad decisions.

Longstrider had told her that Forge hadn’t slept for days and Seleis knew a sleep deprived Forge was a Forge that wouldn’t wake up when a certain dragon wanted some alone time with him…

Rolling under the bed Seleis crawled on top of the blacksmith, nuzzling his chin as he wrapped his arms around her subconsciously, both of them sighing contently, Forge because of the contact and Seleis because she was with her beloved.

She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, her tail curling around his leg as she snuggled closer to him. She couldn’t say how long she stayed that way when Forge’s quiet, peaceful sleep changed. He drew Seleis in a tighter hug and started to whimper, his eyes rolling around his sockets behind his closed eyes as his breathing quickened, muttering in his strange foreign tongue.

Seleis’s heart ached for Forge, she knew about the nightmares that him and the other humans had, if you had seen what they’d seen then you’d stay up days at a time, hoping that you’d be too exhausted to dream. Hugging him back Seleis muttered, “It’s okay Forgey, I’m here.” She kept muttering assurances to him as she waited for him to ride the nightmare out.

After she saw that he was only getting worse she had an idea on how to calm him down. Scooting up so that her head was higher than Forge’s she started planting kisses along his jawline, a deep loving kiss on the lips happening once in a while, all the while stroking his hair with a claw.

Eventually Forge’s whimpering stopped, his eyes stayed still and he loosened his death-grip on the dragoness. Seleis stopped her kissing and wiggled her way back down to her original position, her head resting on his chest.

“What do you dream about big guy?” She asked him. “Do you dream about me?” All she got for her questions was some more muttering, Forge starting to have another nightmare. Seleis racked her brain on how to give him a sweet, dreamless sleep.

What she thought of, while her alcohol drowned brain thought was a great idea, and even while sober she would think it was brilliant, Forge would not be happy about it at all if he was awake. Luckily for Seleis though, Forge was out like a light.

Warning Clop…

Can be skipped over

Starting to trail her claw along his chest again her other claw made the journey farther down south. Pulling his manhood out of his pants she started to gently stroke him. Forge’s muttering started again, but this time it wasn’t in fear.

Seleis gazed hungrily as Forge stiffened, licking her lips. Ignoring his growl as she wiggled downward, pulling his pants all the way down in the process. She stared at it for who knows how long, her muzzle an inch away from his pillar.

She started off simple, a gentle kiss on his tip. She quietly giggled as Forge flinched at the sensation, his breathing becoming sporadic.

Getting on her elbows she ran her serpent tongue down his length before plunging in, taking him into her mouth she started to lightly suck his head as she swirled her tongue around his length. She loved the way that he filled her entire mouth, the taste, the color, and the odd landscape of veins that made up his penis.

She increased her pace, taking more of him into her mouth as she fantasized what this would be like if he was awake and willing. Seleis had the sense that Forge wouldn’t have sex with her; he would make sweet, sweet love to the sex-hungry dragon. That thought alone excited her more than she could say.

Feeling the growing fire in her belly go down to her groin, she opened the wall of scales that covered her sex, which glistened with need. Releasing Forge’s leg her tail went to her slit, rubbing as she quietly moaned, the vibrations making Forge twitch again. Seleis increased her pace, her head bobbing and twisting as her tail was a blur.

Feeling a familiar pressure in her nether regions she took as much of Forge into her as she could as she let out a muffled scream, her sex twitching as her fluids unleashed like a dam bursting as she came.

Twitching, she looked up at Forge, annoyed as she rode out her orgasm. Why did humans last such a freakishly long time? Seleis would have appreciated his longevity if they were having actual sex, but because she was already cramped under the bed and moving him would wake even the heaviest of sleepers, all she could do was suck him off, so his longevity was killing her. She would exhaust herself, just playing with herself and sucking him off. She knew because she had attempted finishing him like this more than once, and every time she tried so would almost pass out before she could.
She slid his length out of her mouth with a wet pop as she panted, her head on his thigh. Thankfully after a lot of practice on him while he slept, she found out what to lick and kiss to finish him quicker.

Shakily getting back to her elbows she looked sternly at a peacefully sleeping Forge she said, “You’re cumming whether you want to or not big guy!” Diving back in, this time also stroking him, she smiled as she slid up and down his length. Finally his breathing was becoming shallow, his member twitching, signaling that his orgasm was near. Seleis bobbed her head faster. Yes Yes! She thought give it to me Forgey! With a final twirl of her tongue around his tip she sent Forge over the edge as he grunted.

Her eyes widened as the first spurts of his cum hit her tongue, Seleis greedily swallowing his seed as he sent load after load into her hungry maw. Swirling her tongue around his length and gently using her mouth squeeze him to get every last drop that he had left. She licked her lips and grinned happily.

“Delicious.”

Pulling his pants back up she sighed in content. Crawling back up to Forge and wrapping her arms around him again, the exhausted, drunk, and absolutely satisfied dragon gave Forge one final kiss, putting a wing over the both of them before sleep overtook her.

Clop over…

The Thanes watched passively as a noose was put around his neck. “Betrayer” Warlock spat, off to the side with the other Thanes, as Forge tightened the rope. “You have betrayed yourself, your family, and everything you stood for. Death is your reward, do you have anything to say before we kill you fucker?”

He grinned at his ex-brothers. “Ya, could you get Empress to-” Forge snarled, hitting him so hard that he flew through the courtyard and into the wall. Struggling back up to his feet he spat out the blood in his mouth and grinned. “O I’m sorry, too soon?....”

Forge’s eyes flew open, his breath ragged. What in the seven hells? He thought as he looked at his hands. They were shaking. Quietly cursing he noticed a dragon’s wing covering him. Feeling something on his chest he flinched, letting out a shaky breath.

He didn’t know when or how she got in his room but for once Forge was thankful for the dragoness’s presence, after that dream he didn’t want to be left alone. Quietly wrapping his arms around her he closed his eyes again, Seleis’s content sigh’s the last thing he heard before he drifted back to sleep….

Author's Note

*author's sitting on a chair with a pair of tapdancing shoes right next to him as he stares meanfully at YOU*

"Alright guys, I'm not going to beg, but-"

*puts on shoes and begins to tap dance as a banner that says 'please like my story' on it*

Taptaptap

"Come on, there's like 500 of you liking this *huff* story. I want to get 300 likes before 30 dislikes *huff* so get on it!"

*the author become faint and passes out from overexertion, his banner falling over him*