It was a rather ordinary day in Ponyville. The skies were clear, no monsters were attacking, and off in the distance, a musical number could be heard about how wonderful the day was. But all of it went unnoticed by the turquoise dragoness that stood in front of the doors to the Friendship Castle.

She was quite tall, almost six feet, with a wingspan to match. Her face was drawn tight and streamlined, built for speed, though the curved, boar-like horns growing out of her head showed she was no pushover. Her polished scales glimmered under the sun, almost as much as her bronze and leather armor, which looked like they were a bit small on her. One could see that some of the plates around the chest area had been replaced, albeit rather poorly, to accommodate for one with a large bust. Around her hips and waist, the leather was strained and each movement caused them to ride up ever so slightly before eventually being pulled back down. Her gauntlets, bracers and even her spiked tail armor were relatively unchanged compared to the rest.

But despite all this intimidating armor and stature, were a pony to look closer (and get over their natural fear of dragons) they would see that this dragoness was more fidgety than Pinkie trying to stay still. Her tail twitched to and fro, she paced back and forth, and her grip on her large scepter shifted and tightened every so often.

‘Come on, you stupid hatchling. Knock on the door already! You didn’t travel all this way just to chicken out!’ Ember thought, ‘I mean, I could just go home and send some dragon to say that I’m sick or something. It’s not like I have to listen when they say to arrive.’ She turned to leave. ‘But then Dad’s gonna find out and then he’ll chew my hide asking why I skipped out. Ugh! What’s so important about this summit anyways? All we’re going to do is talk about boring stuff.’

While she contemplated her situation, she didn’t notice the door finally open and a surprised voice shatter her focus.

“Ember! What a surprise! What are you doing here?”

Ember jumped and her wings snapped open as if ready to fl-er, look intimidating that is. Her head whipped around to see a familiar white unicorn with a styled purple mane while her hands gripped her scepter, brandishing it for defense. Upon realizing the lack of threats, Ember relaxed a bit and took another look at the mare.

The unicorn, who was about Ember’s height, wore a frilled white blouse that was low cut to show off her cleavage. Just peeking out from the base of the collar was a lacy line of purple, likely the bra that held up her bountiful, melon-sized breasts. Down below, she wore a short, black skirt with a trio of diamonds sewn on the side. Her cutie mark, if Ember recalled correctly. Even so, the skirt did little to hide the mare’s shapely legs or the delicate curve of her hips. Her fur was as pristine as her mark’s namesake and Ember at least had the sense to stop herself from drooling. Knowing that she was starting to stare, she began to speak to try to distract herself.

“Oh, uh, hello...Clarity?”

“It’s Rarity, darling,” she politely corrected.

“Rarity, right.” Ember rubbed the back of her neck. “Can I, uh, come in?” she asked, then adding “Please” as an afterthought.

“Of course, dear.” Rarity stood aside. “Do come in, Spike is in the middle of making lunch at the moment.”

It was true as Ember caught a delicious scent waft out of the doors. While she was distracted by the smells, a new one replaced them when Rarity moved to hug Ember.

“Oh, it is so good to see you again!” she said, squeezing the dragoness tightly. “I was afraid that we would have to journey all the way to the Dragon Lands to do so.”

Ember felt her face heat up as Rarity’s soft body pressed into her own. A sweet perfume scent filled her nose, not overpowering, but mixing nicely with the mare’s natural scent. Ember returned the gesture as well as she could. Dragons didn’t really do hugging. However, the closeness combined with her senses were stirring up certain feelings in her core, as well as a certain part.

Gingerly extracting herself from the embrace, Ember said, “It’s nice to see you too. You, uh, look different. Nice different, I mean.” She silently hoped that Rarity didn’t notice anything.

Rarity laughed. “Of course, dear. Last time we met, I was absolutely covered in sweat and grime and soot. I must have looked dreadful, but fashion wasn’t the priority at the time, I’m afraid.” She then gave a scrutinizing look at Ember’s attire, tapping her chin with a finger. “Now I know we haven’t met in years, but something about you seems different as well.”

Ember couldn’t look the mare in the eye as she spoke. “I did grow a bit. Yep. Couple growth spurts here and there.” She put on a toothy grin, in hopes that Rarity would be convinced.

It seemed to work. “Hmm, must be my imagination.” Rarity turned and led the way deeper into the castle. “If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Canterlot for the summit?”

Ember walked beside her, so she wouldn’t be distracted by the swishing purple tail or Rarity’s swaying hips. “Well, I don’t usually come this far into Equestria and since I was going to be here for a while, I didn’t really want to stick around a bunch of ponies I didn’t know. Besides, Spike told me a lot about this place through his letters. I figured that I might as well visit since Canterlot is only a short flight away.”

Rarity nodded. “That’s certainly not a bad idea. As much as I love the city, I can’t bring myself to leave Ponyville for very long. Still, I know Spike will be thrilled to see you here, even though he was going to go see you at the summit.”

“Yeah, how is the little guy anyways?” Ember glanced about, taking in the sight of the crystal walls and the various tapestries and decorations. In the back of her mind, she wondered how it tasted, but it’d be rude to eat someone’s home. When she heard Rarity giggle in response, she gave her a curious look. “What? Was it something I said?”

Covering her mouth, Rarity said, “Oh, pardon me, darling. It’s just- well you’ll see in a second, but he’s doing fine. Very fine, if I may.”

Before Ember could question her about what she meant, Rarity opened another door.

“Oh, Spikey-Wikey! You wouldn’t believe who I ran into at the door!” she announced.

Ember casually followed through. “Hey, Spiii-” Her greeting died in her throat as she looked at him, or more accurately, up at him.

At the Gauntlet, Ember remembered him being short enough to ride upon her back without much trouble. But where she thought his head was was now his chest. His very broad, muscled chest that was only hidden by his green collared shirt. She looked up and up to see that he was now a head taller than her, not counting his green spines. His scales weren’t polished, but they were definitely clean, if a bit roughed up here and there. His face had lost that baby fat that Ember remembered and now looked like it had been chiseled from stone.

In short, he was a dragon stud, and were Ember a dragoness of weaker will, her wings would have snapped open and she would definitely cozy up to him. However, Ember only just caught her wings in time and moved them about as if naturally stretching them. She also played off her pause by coughing, but she could do nothing to stop her natural arousal towards a prime male.

‘Did I just step into another world or am I just dreaming?’ Ember thought. ‘There is no way that the little runt could get so...big. I wonder what else has gott-’ Ember bit her tongue to suppress that thought. Just in time as Spike turned towards her, which sent her heart a flutter.

“Hey!” he said with that happy smile of his. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Canterlot?” He set down the spoon in his hands and moved to give her a hug.

Ember stiffened up as Spike wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet. She could feel the strength he had and yet he held her so gently. Her face felt like it was on fire. ‘Don’t think about it. Don’t think about them. Don’t think about his muscles. Don’t think about him!’ she mentally chanted. When Spike put her down, she summoned all of her will to calm her beating heart.

“Y-Yeah, but after hearing so much about this place, I’d thought I should stop by sometime.” Ember said, fidgeting with the scepter in her hands.

Spike beamed at her. “You’re in luck then. I just finished a pot of some of my best gemstone pasta. You’ll love it!”

It took short work between him and Rarity to set the table and dishes. Ember offered to help, but was promptly seated in a chair by Rarity stating that guests do not help the hosts. As soon as Spike put the dish in front of her, Ember wanted to dig into her meal, especially if it tasted half as good as it smelled. However, her father didn’t raise a rude dragoness and so she waited for the others to sit down as well.

“And a gemstone-free vegetable dish for the lovely mare.” Spike said as he gave Rarity her food.

Rarity smiled at him. “You spoil me, dear. I trust you used the leftover gems I had for your meal?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Of course not, I only use the finest jewellry you have. Those taste much better.”

“Oh, how I miss that beautiful sapphire and diamond necklace. It brought out my eyes so well.” she mocked, throwing an arm up as if she would faint.

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?” Spike grumbled, though a smile creeped onto his face. “It was one time.”

Rarity gasped. “Are you insinuating that a lady would keep such a petty grudge for so long?”

“Only when it suits you.” he replied and they both laughed.

Ember had watched the exchange as she ate, though she almost missed part of it as she tried to focus on the explosion of flavor in her mouth. Ember was torn between wanting to savor each bite and the desire to finish the meal while it was still warm. Her eating must have caught their attention as Spike noted.

“You eat like you haven’t seen food in days. Slow down so you don’t choke.”

Ember swallowed her bite before speaking, but not before letting out a fiery belch that narrowly missed Rarity. “Whoops, sorry,” she said, blushing. “It’s just that I’ve never tasted food this good before!”

Spike beamed with pride. “Well, I have had years of practice. Do dragons not cook at all?”

“Not really.” Ember shook her head. “Dragons don’t have much in the way of seasoning and most of us don’t bother for cooking beyond a quick roast of our flames. I think the most complicated recipe we have is a cooked piece of gem encrusted meat. Besides, dragons can eat anything and we’re not picky eaters at all.”

“Yeah, I was kinda the one who ate most of the leftovers at parties aside from Pinkie.” He chuckled as he remembered.

“Even so, I think it’s a shame that dragons can’t enjoy some of the smaller pleasures in life,” Rarity commented between bites. “As far as I know, they make incredible armor and the occasional statue, but otherwise there’s almost no other culture. Er, no offense, Your Ladyship.”

Ember shrugged. “Eh, you’re not wrong. Most of our society consists of looking down on others, contests and fights, and who has the biggest hoard. Hard to care about much else if you can’t take it or burn it. The ones who do are just given funny looks. Dragons don’t do pony stuff.”

Rarity sighed. “Well, it was wishful thinking. So tell us, dear. What’s new with you since we last met?”

“Yeah, you don’t really talk much in our letters.” Spike added.

Ember just stuck her tongue out at him. “I just said we don’t do pony stuff. If you have something to say, then say it to a dragon’s face.” She then went on to recount a number of tales during her reign so far, minus any embarrassing moments of hers. Spike was pleased to hear that Garble was still working under his “hug a dragon” mandate and he was still unhappy about it. Rarity’s face turned a bit green when Ember spoke about some of the fire belching contests and other ‘crude’ trials dragons did. Ember still ate her food in between her talking, and kept on long after her plate was clean.

It must have been at least an hour or so later when Spike put away the dishes, after which he began brewing some coffee. By the time he was serving the coffee, Ember was wrapping up yet another amusing tale.

“...and that’s why dragons are not allowed to have pets.” Ember finished with a giggle.

“Yeah, I can see why that’d be such a huge problem for you guys. All I had was the baby phoenix I rescued but I couldn’t keep him long.” Spike said as he set out the steaming cups.

“I agree. I know my cat Opal can be a handful at times, but compared to that, she’s foal’s play.” Rarity blew on her drink to cool it before sipping.

Ember took a swig of the coffee, the heat hardly bothered her. “So that’s been my life. What about you, Spike? You’ve certainly changed a lot.” She eyed him up and down. “When did that happen?”

“Oh, this?” Spike said, flexing his arms. “I went through a couple growth spurts starting about a year after the Gauntlet. Twilight freaked out, thinking that I was going through another Greed Growth phase.”

Ember raised an eyebrow. “Another? ‘Greed Growth’?”

“Yeah, long story short, I had a birthday party and getting presents made me grow really quick and look for more stuff to hoard and...well, you get the idea.” Spike rubbed the back of his neck. “Not my proudest moment, I’ll say.”

“Ah.” Ember nodded. “If I had to guess, that was probably due to you not owning your own hoard before then, right? I thought so. That’s why dragonlings are given a small hoard to satisfy those instincts and taught to slowly build it up. Would explain why you were so tiny back then. So what did you add that made you grow so big?”

Before Spike could answer, Rarity spoke up, “If what you say is true, then I believe his growth spurt came from adding me to his hoard.” She giggled and shot Spike a heated look. “Nice to know how big I make you, dearie.”

“I can show you how much bigger I can get later,” Spike replied with a husky tone, returning her look in equal measure.

Ember just stared at them, a blush slowly rising on her face. Rarity’s expression set her groin stirring, but Spike’s made her heart flutter. She took a sip of her coffee to try to cool herself. ‘Are they….? It certainly seems so. It’s not a very dragon thing to do, but Spike’s not an ordinary dragon. Does he make her scre-’ Ember flinched at the thought and in doing so, dumped all of her coffee into her lap. She jumped up with a yelp, breaking Spike and Rarity’s sultry attention on each other.

Rarity was the first to act, conjuring a small towel and rushing around the table towards Ember.

“Here, let me help you. Coffee stains leather quite terribly,” she said before wiping up the excess fluid. Once the liquid was gone, she started patting down Ember’s lap to try to soak up any residue.

Normally, Ember would be fine, but the heated talk from before had left her quite aroused and Rarity’s ministrations were not helping in the least. When Ember felt herself stiffen up, she quickly grabbed Rarity’s arm and said, “Look, how about I just clean up on my own?” She put on what she hoped was a convincing grin.

Rarity seemed to buy it. “Of course. Let me show you to the showers.”

Ember followed her once more through the hallways. While Rarity wasn’t looking, she pressed down upon her crotch as if to suppress it, but her efforts were in vain. In fact they only became worse when she noticed the flank in front of her swaying back and forth. ‘Not here! Not now!’ she thought, but when her arousal got started, it was hard to stop. She could only hope that Rarity wouldn’t notice.

After what felt like an agonizingly long trip, Rarity gestured to a door. “Here’s the showers. I’ll see about bringing you some clean clo-” but Ember didn’t wait for her to finish.

“Thanks a lot, later!” She all but leapt for the door and slammed it behind her. Immediately, she clawed at her armor, almost tearing it off her scales until she was in her birthday suit. She panted from the effort and looked down at herself, namely her ‘gifts’ from the Bloodstone Scepter.

Her breasts, which had been almost flat at the time of the Gauntlet had grown until they could barely fit in the palm of her claws. As a female, it was a dream come true, though it did throw off her flying at first. Her hips had widened as well, giving her a nice, gentle curve to her athletic form. However, the biggest ‘gift’ was the thick, fully erect penis and large, orange-sized balls that jutted out from her crotch, just above her vagina. The shaft was almost as thick as her wrist and just over two fist lengths long. The underside had a series of ridges jutting out and the tip was tapered to a rounded point. Like the other gifts, it grew out over time and had stopped long ago, but it was also as sensitive as the others. From what Ember could (carefully) find out, there was a reason that the title was never called ‘Dragon Lady’.

‘Need water. Cold water.’ Ember stumbled her way into the shower, a sizable alcove with a glass door, and fumbled with the water knobs with one hand while the other grabbed her throbbing prick and started stroking. In a moment, a stream of warm water poured out from the faucet like rain, but did nothing to help her problem. Ember tried to change the temperature, but her arousal was too great and she fell to her knees, a hand rubbing her shaft and the other fondling her balls.

The familiar sensation made her shudder and groan with pleasure. She still couldn’t understand how males could handle themselves so easily with such a sensitive member. But she understood long ago why some of the other dragonesses complained about their mates not lasting long enough or not going again. Ember always felt drained after her release, in more ways than one, but somehow she still had it in her for another round or two of orgasm until she couldn’t move.

“Ffffuck fuck fuck!” Ember grunted under her breath. Her hands glided over her shaft thanks to the water, but despite her efforts, her relief wasn’t coming any closer. Desperate for pleasure, Ember used the hand on her sack to shove two claws into her aroused pussy. It sent a small shock up her spine, but did little to help her release.

Regardless, Ember kept stroking herself while she tried to figure out a way to achieve orgasm. The constant pitter patter of water on her body allowed her mind to wander.

‘What if someone was here?’ came the first thought.

Ember’s eyes widened as she imagined Rarity walking into the shower unannounced and already nude. The imagined mare’s chest was as large, if not larger than Ember’s, and looked as soft as a cloud. Her hips may not have been very wide, but her legs went on for days with how elegant and slim they looked, and her ass looked deliciously firm.

“Room for one more, darling?” she would say, to which Ember would nod dumbly. Rarity would squat down in front of Ember, her knees pressed against her hanging breasts. She’d reach out a finger and caress the tip of Ember’s dick. “Having trouble cleaning yourself? Allow me to help you.”

Rarity would move to Ember’s side, pressing her soft breasts around the scaled arm. One arm would trail down Ember’s front, slowly tracing its way until her velvet fingers wrapped around Ember’s now hot, twitching member. Meanwhile, the other arm would play with the base Ember’s wings before working its way down to the tail and eventually the underside of it.

“R-Rarity,” Ember gasped out from the teasing. She shuddered from the thought of the mare’s gentle touch that felt all too real. “Please…”

The mare would giggle and then lean in to whisper in Ember’s ear, “You’re a very dirty girl, aren’t you?” At the same time, she would start stroking Ember’s dick.

Whatever barrier that tried to hold back Ember’s arousal was now crushed under shear force and began to rise once more. Each imagined stroke brought her to new heights that she had a tough time attaining before.

Ember gasped and panted with each ministration of Rarity’s hand. “Rarity...hah...please, let me cum!” Ember’s heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest and her mind was on the verge of blanking out from the pleasure.

“Not yet, dear,” she would say, “Tell me what you want. Beg for it.” Rarity’s strokes would slow down just slightly after she said it.

Ember growled as her source of pleasure diminished. “I want you to keep rubbing my dick!” she cried out, “I want to fuck you until I’m drained! I want you to do anything to me so that I can cum! Please, let me cum!”

“Good girl.” Rarity would resume her stroking, bringing Ember once more to the knife’s edge of climax. Right when Ember was about to tip over, her eyes shot wide as she felt an intruder in a dark area. Ember was about to protest when the finger pressed a spot on her inner wall and then everything went blank.

Her eyes rolled back as she let out a roar, “Rarity!” Her throbbing member twitched and twitched as rope after rope of semen flew. Ember’s mind felt like it was miles in the air with all the euphoria and ecstasy flowing through her veins. She wanted to stay there forever, but eventually came crashing back down none too gently.

When Ember came to, she was laying on her side and the imagined Rarity nowhere in sight. Glancing up, she could see that she practically painted the tiles white with her fluids, though some was being washed away by the water.

“A good girl cleans up after herself.” Rarity’s voice drifted through Ember’s mind. Something about the tone it held carried certain connotations

A part of Ember understood and agreed. She pushed herself to get up and crawl to her mess, despite the fatigue screaming at her. Lowering her head, Ember stuck out her tongue and lapped up the dripping fluids. She had tasted herself once or twice before as an experiment and decided she wasn’t particularly fond of the salty flavor. However, at the moment she couldn’t get enough of herself as she tried to consume it all before it washed away.

Once Ember finished and smacked her lips, a knock on the door brought her back to reality. ‘How much did they hear? Do they know my secret now? Can I escape and find a hole to bury myself in for eternity?’ The thoughts raced through her mind, but she still managed to answer calmly. “Who is it?”

“It’s Rarity, dear.” The voice caused Ember’s heart to skip a few beats as new thoughts sprung up. “I heard you call my name. Is everything alright?”

Ember choked for a second and her eyes darted about, searching for an escape. “Uh, there’s...uh no soap here… or towels.” Both were lies.

“Oh dear! I’ll return right away with those.” Ember gave a sigh of relief. “In the meantime, I’ll drop off your clothes inside. I do hope they fit you. Tell me if they need any adjusting.” A flash of light and a neat pile of clothes appeared on the counter. The fading sound of shoes on crystal being the only indication that Rarity left.

Ember panted. ‘That was way too close,’ she thought, ‘Looks like she doesn’t suspect anything. I guess I should clean up properly now. Hopefully things won’t get any worse.’ She picked up the bar of soap and started scrubbing.

*****

Ember wished words were crystal so that she could eat them. After her long shower, she donned the spare clothes given to her (which thankfully hid her ‘problem’) and was shown to her room for the night. She had crawled onto the sheets and tried to sleep, but it wouldn’t come to her easily. Ember didn’t know how long she had waited, but the moon was high in the sky when she decided to get up. Perhaps a short walk would clear her mind and calm her down.

She tossed on the silk ‘pajamas’ that were given to her, a thin, magenta, dress-like attire that barely reached her knees and showed off her cleavage, and silently walked through the halls so she wouldn’t disturb the others. As she rounded a corner, a faint sound caught her ear. Ember paused as she tried to catch the sound once more.

‘Maybe it’s just the win- wait, there it is again!’ she thought. Ember prowled through the hallways, following the strange noises until she came upon a door that was slightly ajar with a faint light emitting from it. Pressing herself up against the side of the door, Ember peeked inside and felt her heart stop.

In plain view of the room, atop a large bed for a clawful of ponies, was Spike and Rarity. Not only that, they were both naked and Rarity was straddling Spike’s waist, grinding her hips upon him. Thanks to Ember’s vision, the candles and moonlight illuminated the room as if it was daytime. She could see the curve of Rarity’s back down to her tail, her plush ass looking bigger and even softer from her position. Rarity was leaning forward, putting her manicured hands on Spike’s broad chest for support, and her breasts hung low like ripe fruit. Meanwhile, Spike had an expression of worry and frustration on his face as he grunted with every other twist of Rarity’s hips.

“So what’ll it be, Spike?” Rarity asked heatedly, “Ready to give in, yet?”

Spike chuckled. “Hardly. I’m just worried that Ember might hear us. You’re not very quiet when you get like this.”

Rarity paused her movements and gave him an indignant look. “Are you insinuating that a lady such as I would scream like a common harlot?” she asked mockingly. She gave a yelp when Spike’s hand struck her ass.

“No, I’m insinuating that you scream like you’re my little harlot,” he teased as he groped her backside with his strong hands.

“Oh!” Rarity gasped and moaned as Spike kneaded her ass like dough. “Ever, ah, the gentledrake you are,” she panted out, “But however will you silence me, you sexy brute?” Her face was flushed but her expression said she was begging for more. Rarity brought her hands up and started to grope her own chest as if clawing for more pleasure.

Spike just grinned back almost sinisterly. “I think I have an idea.” He sat up in a flash and wrapped his arms around Rarity, bringing her into a deep kiss. Then with a push of his tail, he flipped them both so that he was now on top. Rarity’s legs locked around his waist as he began thrusting, and her moans were silenced by the kiss as Spike said, but they were still pretty loud despite it.

All the while, Ember just watched, speechless at the display as Spike went to town on Rarity’s marehood. She didn’t know when, but her dick sprung up once more, raring to go. By the time Spike was making Rarity scream his name, Ember was both stroking and fingering herself by how aroused she was. She almost bit off her tongue as she tried to keep herself quiet amidst their lovemaking, no, their raw fucking.

Ember couldn’t keep track of the time, but it certainly felt like hours before they reached their climax, and her with them. She panted and looked down to see that she left quite the mess from both her male and lady parts. As she settled down from her orgasm high she came to a realization.

‘I have to clean this up before they notice.’

Just as the thought passed her mind, a voice caught her ear.

“I’ll be right back, Spike. I need a glass of water before we continue.”

The first thing Ember registered was that they could go on for multiple rounds, which surprised and aroused her. The second thing was that she heard footsteps approach the door, which dropped lead weights into her stomach. She couldn't escape and clean her mess in time. Hearing the footsteps almost reach her, Ember made a split decision and silently shot off down the hall towards her room, praying to the gods that Rarity wouldn't see her mess and that she could clean it up before they saw it.

Author's Note

If you thought this was good, wait til you see the next chapter