Ember woke up groggily, wincing at the light shining through the windows. She tried to move her body but found it quite stiff and...sticky? As the cogs in her head slowly started turning, the smell hit her. It was thick, musky, and reminiscent of sweat, but above all, it was close. Ember looked down to see the source and was shocked to find herself and the sheets around her absolutely covered in her spunk.

“What the-” Ember started, but in her shock, the memories of last night washed over her in a flood. After her escape from Rarity, she had returned to her room horny as all Tartarus despite her recent climax. In her aroused frenzy, Ember threw herself onto her bed and proceeded to masturbate like she had never before. Orgasm after orgasm she reached until her balls were dry and her pussy was sore. She replayed the intimate scene over and over in her head, each with minor variations. One had her in Spike’s position, ravishing Rarity like he had. Another had her in Rarity’s position, being ravished by Spike. Words were changed, different positions used, and (oh gods) different holes used. She jerked herself off to sleep, biting the pillow so her blissful screams wouldn’t travel far.

Ember gulped as she surveyed the scale of the mess she produced. It was a testament to how drained she was that she didn’t have ‘morning stiffness’ for once. “Oh.”

‘I need to clean this up before Rarity notices. Will they be mad if I burn the sheets?’ she thought, then paused. ‘Wait a second...I feel like I’m forgetting someth-’ Ember’s eyes shot wide and she leaped out of bed. ‘I forgot to clean my mess outside their door last night...and it’s already morning! Shit! They probably noticed by now. Wait, Spike’s a dragon. He’s probably still sleeping in. Maybe there’s a chance!’

Rushing out the door, Ember raced down the hallways, retracing her path from last night. With each corner passed, she tried to keep her hopes high, but when she reached her destination, those hopes were dashed on the rocks, drowned, and then burnt to a crisp. The mess was gone. Ember double checked to see if she had the right hallway, but it was, much to her dismay.

‘Oh no. What are they going to say? What do they think of me? Oh gods, they must have noticed by now and think I’m a freak, or at least some kind of pervert that watches them. The one time I lose control of myself it had to be now?’ As she worried and fretted, Ember noticed that she had ran over without a speck of clothing on her and was still covered in her cum. Glancing around to see if anyone was watching her, she covered herself as best she could while running back to her apartment.

After washing herself off and deciding on burning the sheets, she marched herself down to the kitchen for breakfast, clad in the spare clothes given to her. For Ember though, it felt more like heading to her own execution.

‘Come on, Ember. You’re a Dragon Lord. Be confident! Act like nothing happened and maybe they won’t bring it up. Just don’t do anything stupid.’ She repeated this thought and others as she moved, especially when she passed windows and the entrance hall. Ember was a lot of things but she was not some coward who ran with her tail between her legs. Dragons don’t run, Dragon Lords doubly so. She wouldn’t be able to hold her pride up if she ran away now.

Sooner than she liked, Ember stood in front of the kitchen doors, the scent of a fresh breakfast emanating from within.

‘You can do this. Just relax and pretend nothing’s wrong.’ She took a deep breath and strode inside.

“Morning. What smells good?” she asked as she scanned the room. Rarity was sitting at the table with a small plate of fruit and yogurt in front of her, sipping at a cup of coffee. Spike was at the sink, washing away some dirty pots and pans.

Spike was the first to reply, turning his head back to look at her. “Hey Ember. Take a seat and get ready for an Equestrian breakfast like you’ve never had before.”

Ember sat down across from Rarity, leaning the Scepter against the table. Shortly afterwards, two purple arms and a tail laid out her breakfast. One plate had a thick sausage with two hardboiled eggs lying against one end. Another plate had two piles of small pancakes, both topped with a layer of whipped cream and a strawberry sticking up from the center. There was also a small bowl of cut pineapple and a tall glass of milk off to the side. Ember stared at the ensemble warily, shooting inquisitive looks at Spike and Rarity.

“Is something wrong, Ember?” Rarity asked with an innocent expression.

‘Are they messing with me?’ Ember thought, narrowing her eyes. But instead of calling them out, she decided to play it off. “Oh no, it just seems like a lot for one pony to eat in the morning.”

Spike laughed. “Yeah, but if you’re anything like me, you’ll have to eat a double portion to even feel full. Dragons have to eat more than ponies.”

It was true, though Ember felt like she needed a triple portion to make up from all the energy she burned from her late night ‘session’. Plus, judging from his and Rarity’s looks, they didn’t seem to be hiding anything, but Ember stayed on guard regardless. She took a careful bite of the sausage and like that, guard crumbled under her ravenous hunger for the delicious food. Rarity shot Ember a dirty look when she’d forgone her utensils for her hands, but the food was too good and her hunger too great to wait to eat.

By the time Ember finished, she was licking off the last pancake crumbs off of her plate. She put it down and let out a large belch of blue fire, away from the other’s direction of course.

“Hungry much?” Spike asked, chuckling at the belch, “I can make more if you want some.”

Ember blushed as she realized how she acted, berating herself for forgetting her manners. “Eheh, sorry about that. Must’ve been hungrier than I thought. The food was great, by the way.”

“Nevertheless, you should remember that you are the Dragon Lord and should at least maintain a modicum of decorum,” Rarity lectured, a frown twisted across her face. “Need I remind you of the impending summit you are to attend? I will teach you some manners if I have to, so help me Celestia.”

Ember was about to argue, but saw the eyes of a mare who had seen greater dangers and foes than her and wasn’t afraid to carry out her words with actions. Instead, she just looked away sheepishly and muttered under her breath, “I already know my manners.”

Rarity’s glare softened as she seemed to remember something. “Speaking of the summit, I must ask, was that armor the only attire you brought with you?”

“Yeeess?” Ember replied, raising an eyebrow. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Spike wince. Her reply had caused Rarity to gasp in horror.

“Spike, get my supplies! This is a fashion emergency!” Rarity cried out.

Before Ember could question anything, she was wrapped up in magic and whisked out of the kitchen faster than she could protest. By the time Ember regained her senses, she was standing on a circular pedestal with her arms and wings spread out. Rarity was scurrying around with a tape measure, recording everything about Ember’s body. It was only when Rarity’s hands were inching towards her waist that Ember stopped her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, pushing Rarity’s wrists away.

“I need to take your measurements, darling,” Rarity answered as if it was obvious. “You didn’t think you could show up to the summit with only that armour, did you? As impressive as it is, it has seen better days and I don’t think it can be fixed in time for the summit.”

Ember grumbled as there was truth to her statement. Armor polish and elbow grease don’t put a dent in wear and tear, and she’d put a lot of that in the armor. Finding good armor was a hassle and getting fitted for new armor would likely reveal her secret so that wasn’t an option. Even so, it wasn’t like dresses could last very long around rough and tumble dragons.

“You don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine with just my armor.”

Rarity had a determined glint in her eyes. “You need a dress to wear, I’m going to make you one, and you will be fabulous. End of discussion. That being said, this will be my first time making a dress for a dragoness and I don’t have much time to experiment, but that’s never stopped me before.”

Ember sighed. “Fine, but can I keep my clothes on?”

“For the moment. Now please keep your arms raised for me.”

Reluctantly, Ember did as she said, watching in trepidation as Rarity measured the inner length of her legs. With Rarity’s face so close to her crotch, Ember couldn't help but become aroused, but luckily, Rarity pulled away before the bulge in her pants was noticeable. It gave Ember a chance to calm herself down, though not as much as she'd like.

It didn't take long for Rarity to finish her measurements, though Ember could have sworn she was taking her time with certain intimate areas more than others. Spike lumbered into the room with large bundles of fabric in each arm, a sewing machine hanging off his tail, and a basket of other sewing materials. Ember giggled at the overburdened dragon, shuffling through the room, taking care not to drop any of his load.

“Pack mule, much?” she teased.

Spike grinned back at her. “Rarity likes to bring her boutique with her if she's staying somewhere for more than a few days.” He carefully set down his burden in one corner of the room.

“I do not!” Rarity scoffed, pausing long enough to shoot a glare at the dragons. “A lady must be prepared for any emergency.”

“Wearing the wrong color dress at a social event would be like the return of Nightmare Moon,” Spike whispered loudly to Ember, who snickered in response.

“I heard that!”

Ember watched them bicker like an old married couple before commenting, “If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's taking advantage of you, Spike.”

Spike just shrugged. “Maybe, but she's definitely worth it.”

“Aww, Spike!” Rarity cooed, skipping over to give him a hug. “I would never take advantage of you, darling.”

“Unless it's Fashion Week in Manehattan,” Spike added.

Rarity smacked him on the chest. “Hush you. Don't ruin the moment.”

Rarity returned to work shortly after her hug. Her horn blazed as her magic scooped up yards of fabric and sent scissors sailing through the air like hungry sharks, snipping out various patterns. Meanwhile, Rarity was working her sewing machine to the limit, its gears whirring like crazy with each yard of fabric pushed through it. On occasion, Rarity would ask Spike to hold up some fabric to Ember’s scales or ask Ember to hold some pose while pieces of fabric wrapped around her. Needless to say, it was boring Ember out of her mind, but at least it was far from arousing.

It was about several hours later when Rarity announced her completion, though it certainly felt longer than that to Ember. Off to the side was a rack of clothes, ready to be worn. Next to it was Rarity, who looked like she had just been out running around, her styled hair was sticking out in places and the red glasses on her face were askew. Despite this, she still pulled off a dignified and professional look about her.

“I believe I may have outdone myself this time. Granted, they are simply rough drafts of the final product, but they are quite excellent drafts if I do say so myself,” Rarity beamed. “Now you must try them on so I can see if they need any adjustment, darling.” She levitated a folding screen to wrap around the stage, cutting off Ember’s view of the others. Next, a dress was lowered over the screen.

This dress was a long, simple, sapphire blue with an even bigger night blue cloak with faux fur trimming near the nape. The sleeves grew out from the shoulder, becoming baggy by the time it reached her wrists. The bottom of the dress, trimmed with a dark blue lining, flowed out past her feet and dragged across the floor. Ember stripped and donned the dress, taking care to fold her wings in so they wouldn't catch on the cloth. It wasn't smooth as silk, but it was some of the softest cotton she had ever felt. When she finished, Ember stepped out from behind the screen, taking care not to step on the dress.

“This one feels a little big on me,” Ember commented, swinging her arms around. “I could probably stuff a turkey in my sleeves and nopony would know.”

Rarity gave her a withering look. “Please refrain from doing so. Animal scents are difficult to remove from that material.”

“I think it’s fine,” Spike said. “But it might work better if you work visiting the Crystal Empire or the Yaks. Looks too warm for Canterlot.”

Ember nodded in agreement. Her dragonfire was already making the dress feel toasty. She returned to the screen and removed her dress, tossing it back over as it was caught by magic while another lowered in. It was a bronze-gold colored fabric and that was it. Ember raised an eyebrow as she turned the dress pieces over to inspect it.

“Did you just give me a bunch of bed sheets?”

“Oh, no, Ember. This is a unique dress called a ‘toga’, but I made some modifications to the original designs. Here, allow me to show you.” Rarity’s magic animated the fabric, wrapping and twisting it around Ember’s body.

Ember bit her lip as the cloth gently brushed her skin and hugged her curves. It was quite soft and she had to restrain herself from enjoying the touch too much lest she have bigger problems. When it finished, Ember stepped out and went to the body length mirror to see herself and nearly blushed.

The ankle length ‘toga’ dress looked much like her armor would if it was made out of cloth, though there were some key design differences. For starters, it was totally sleeveless, something that made Ember feel naked, despite how tough her scales were. She would have to find some bracelets or something to cover them. Similarly, her back was also exposed, which allowed her wings to stretch free, but it was cut low to a few inches above where her tail poked out. A small cut there would expose her entire backside to the world. Ember had to fight down the rising blush to her face at the thought.

Looking closer at it, the dress seemed to almost sprout from wrappings and jewel encrusted belt around her waist. Only two broad strips of cloth rose up to cover her large bosom, connecting behind her neck like a sling. In the opposite direction, it looked like one sheet of cloth was wrapped around her but with three cuts made in it. Two off to the side of her legs, and one for her tail. Overall, it was quite beautiful and made her look voluptuous with how it showed off her curves.

“Wow,” Ember said. “I...I don’t know what to say.” She turned around a few times in the mirror to get look at herself.

“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice,” Rarity said, adding, “As well as if you need it adjusted in some places.”

Ember gave Rarity her opinions and concerns, which the fashionista all wrote down in a notepad, before hopping behind the screen for her next dress. The cycle continued for several dresses, ticking off each one as a hit or miss, the latter of which Rarity would berate herself for before making Ember wear a new dress. Spike gave comment here and there, complimenting the style of the dress or how it matched Ember’s scales or eyes and causing her to blush. Everything went smoothly up until Ember received a strange dress.

“Uh, what’s this?” Ember asked as she held the garment up before her. It was a little black dress, but it also had…frills, which was more frills than she liked, not to mention the accessories that came with it. “I’m not sure if I can wear this to the summit.”

“You’re right, but this is a rare opportunity for me to have a dragoness model so I took the liberty of making some other dresses and clothing as well,” Rarity said from the other side of the screen. “Just try it on, please? For me?”

Ember gave in to her request with a huff and began to put on her new outfit, with the occasional magical touch from Rarity when she got stuck. However, by the time she was finished, Ember was beginning to have second thoughts about wearing it.

‘Oh gods, I can’t go out there with this!’ she thought. ‘I can’t bend over without showing off my butt!’ The thought of doing that in front of Rarity and Spike seemed to put her arousal in overdrive, causing her dick to awaken from it’s slumber. Eyes widening in shock, Ember tried to pull down the skirt to hide it, but all it did was either lift up the opposite side or allow her chest to spill out of the top.

‘No no no no! Come on, you were doing so well! Stay down, dammit!’ Ember had to bite her tongue as she tried to adjust herself properly and calm herself, but that only resulted in her becoming even more heated.

“Ember, are you dressed?” Rarity asked.

Her innocent words formed a pit of dread in Ember’s gut. She gulped before speaking up.

“Yes.”

“Well, are you going to show us your new dress?”

“....No.”

“Why not?”

“Um...it’s too small.”

When Rarity didn’t answer back, Ember was going to ask if she was still there, but instead yelped in surprise as the privacy screen was folded up and set aside, revealing Ember to the room. Immediately, Ember grabbed the front of her skirt and pulled it down as far as she could while trying to hide her erection. She could see Rarity was standing in front of her with her hands on her hips and and an unreadable look on her face.

“Hey!” Ember protested as Rarity reached forward and tugged on the dress, smacking away Ember’s hands when they tried to stop her.

“Stop slouching, dear. You’ll wrinkle the fabric. And...there!” Rarity turned to Spike, who was sitting in a nearby chair. “What do you think, Spike?”

Spike scrutinized Ember’s attire, which made her feel extremely self-conscious, before nodding. “You’re right. Ember does look really cute in a maid outfit,” he said with a smile.

Ember’s cheeks burned at the compliment. ‘C-Cute? He thinks I’m cute! I’m keeping this...wait…’

“‘Maid outfit’?” Ember shot Rarity an inquisitive look.

Rarity wrapped an arm around Ember’s shoulders and casually explained, “Of course, darling. It’s a classic that I think every mare, or dragoness, should try once. Besides, I thought it was rather appropriate,” her voice turned heated, “considering the little mess you made last night.”

Ember suddenly found the rest of the room quite fascinating. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is that so?” Rarity gave her a sultry look, “Then what about when you were crying out my name in the shower?”

To say that Ember was shocked would be an gross understatement. Her face became more red than blue and a horrified expression shattered her poker face.

“You-you saw that?” she gasped out. “How did you...?”

Rarity tittered. “Darling, you were certainly not as quiet as you thought you were. Must have been quite the fantasy, hmm?”

Ember didn’t respond. She stared down at the floor while her mind raced a mile a minute.

“Lift up your skirt.” Rarity ordered.

Ember’s eyes shot back up. “What?”

“Did I stutter? Lift. Up. Your skirt.” Her voice was firm and commanding in a way that should not have aroused Ember so much. Ember tried to keep her arms down, but her body betrayed her as her skirt was slowly lifted upwards until her dirty secret was revealed, jutting out for all to see thanks to the crotchless panties she was given.

“Oh my.”

“Huh, so she really does have one. About as big as me, too,” Spike commented. “Here I thought you were pulling my tail, Rarity.”

Ember gulped. “Sorry you have to see this ugly thing, Spike. I hope you don’t think less of me for having it. Not like I had a choice in the first place.”

Spike placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I wouldn’t call it ‘ugly’, but I certainly don’t think less of you for it. I’m actually flattered that you got your rocks off to Rarity and I. Just shows you have good taste in partners. While I am curious as to how you got that, save it for later.” He added with a snicker, “At least Twilight isn’t here or she’d strap you to a table and try to experiment on you.”

His words calmed Ember’s flustered mind, though her face was now red from his proximity. She smiled back at him. “Thanks, Spike.”

“If it makes you feel any better…” Spike proceeded to strip down until his lower half was exposed. His semi-erect shaft hung out next to Ember’s and was slowly growing to full mast.

Ember realized she didn’t get a good look at Spike’s package last night and began to compare hers to his. They were much in the same style, barbs and all, but they differed when it came to length, girth, and ball size.

“Rarity, can you…” Spike started.

“Way ahead of you, dear.” Rarity levitated over a measuring tape and knelt down before them. After a moment of measuring, she looked up and declared, “Looks like you’re still the longest, Spike, but Ember’s is certainly thicker than yours. It also seems you’re both tied for the size of your jewels.”

Spike beamed at Ember. “Not bad.”

“Than-ah!” Ember looked down to find something had only fantasized about before. Rarity was on her knees, stroking her dick, but this time, she was also stroking Spike’s as well. Ember’s sensitive nerves tingled with pleasure as Rarity’s soft hands glided back and forth over her skin.

“Enjoying it, Ember?” Rarity asked, to which she only received a nod in reply. “I bet you are. Tell me, did you fantasize something like this yesterday?”

Ember nodded and gasped out, “In the shower.”

“What about this?” Rarity let go of both of their cocks and removed her blouse and bra. She giggled upon seeing Ember ogling her chest. “See something you like? Here you go, then.” Grasping her massive mammaries, Rarity wrapped them around Ember’s thick dick and started pumping them.

“Gah!” Ember cried out. “So soft… More than I thought they’d be.” Ember’s hips weakly thrusted back against Rarity, but it was difficult to focus when she was melting into the unknown pleasure. Ember had heard of this technique, but didn’t think much pleasure could be gained from it. Now, she was glad that she was proven incredibly wrong.

Spike chuckled. “I guess you’ve never had a titjob before, huh?”

“I, hnng, haven’t had anything like this before. Ah! My hands can only do so, unf, much!”

“So you’re a virgin?”

Ember just groaned and nodded in response. Her arousal made it hard to form a coherent thought.

“Heh, well then Rarity’s really gonna blow your mind,” Spike said, a smug grin on his face.

Before Ember could even form the words to ask what he meant, she felt her heart stop as her cock was enveloped in a new, wet sensation. Ember moaned loudly from the intense pleasure as it washed over her like lava. Her knees weakened and her muscles fell limp from trying to stand up. She started to fall back, but was soon caught by Spike’s strong arms and held up by his chest. Ember looked down to see Rarity’s boobs still around the base of her dick, but they were pressed down to give Rarity room to suckle on the first few inches of her cock. Rarity stared back at her as she did so and that arousing image was forever seared into Ember’s memories. Of course, with such pleasure attacking her, Ember felt her climax approach fast.

“Rarity! I’m… I’m about to…” But her climax never came. “Huh?” She saw that Rarity had pulled away from her and that there was a band of magic at the base of her wildly twitching cock.

“Sorry, Ember, but this is your punishment for not cleaning up properly last night,” Rarity stated, pressing against the tip with a finger.

Ember gave Rarity a desperate look, tears welling up in her eyes. “Please, Rarity! Let me finish! I need release. Please!” she begged. Ember’s hips thrusted forward in search of more pleasure, but it was in vain.

Rarity’s lips pursed as she mulled over Ember’s words. After a long moment, Rarity spoke up.

“Alright, but on one condition.”

“Anything!”

Rarity leaned forward and slowly traced a finger from the tip to the base of Ember’s shaft. “You’re wearing a maid’s uniform, so act like one. That means you clean up yours and all the messes we’re about to make. Understand?”

Ember couldn’t nod her head any faster. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Very well then.” Rarity dispelled the magic band and then, with expert grace, she took Ember’s cock and pushed it into her mouth all the way down to the base.

Ember’s jaw dropped at the sight and sensation of it. She could feel her prick push against the back of Rarity’s throat. The mare’s moans of delight provided a wonderful vibration, while her tongue swirled up, down, and all around the length of Ember’s dick. It was absolutely amazing, and she had only just started!

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” Spike spoke into Ember’s ear. “As ladylike as she acts, Rarity becomes a little cock-hungry whore when she gets going. Watch.” Spike wrapped one arm around Ember’s waist to hold her up while his other one went lower. His hand brushed through Rarity’s mane and caressed her face. Rarity slowed down a bit to enjoy the attention, but then Spike placed his hand on the back of her head and he pushed until Rarity’s face was buried into Ember’s crotch, gagging on cock. After a few seconds, her pulled her head back a bit before thrusting it down again, and repeated this cycle faster and faster each time.

Before the added roughness, Ember was already on cloud nine, but now she was over the moon with pleasure. It was too much stimulation for her first time and her mind was beginning to fry. Thankfully, she reached climax once more, screaming dragonfire as the dam burst and her seed shooting out of her dick like a firehose, straight into Rarity’s stomach.

When Ember’s senses finally came into focus, she found that her body felt like a puddle of lava. She found that she was lying on soft bedding, her head was propped up by a pillow. Despite the intense orgasm, her cock still standing up at half mast. She tried to get herself to move, but her body was too slow to respond, so instead she stayed and listened to Spike and Rarity’ conversation, who sounded very close by though she couldn't see them.

“I think it's safe to say that Ember certainly enjoyed that,” Rarity said, then burped. “Oh, excuse me. Ember really filled up my stomach with her seed.”

“I'll say. I don't think I've put out that much before. Might have to ask Zecora for a potion like that,” Spike said. “Although I could tell you were enjoying it too.”

“Jealous, dear?”

Spike huffed. “No, because I know you love what I can do, or do you need a reminder?” he spoke with a rumbling growl. A small smack echoed through the room, followed by a loud gasp.

“Now, Spike, you know I’ll never leave you,” Rarity chastised. “Though I must say, with a bit of experience, Ember could give you a run for your bits. She was deliciously thick. I can only imagine what it must feel like elsewhere.” Rarity gave a moan of delight at the thought.

As Ember listened to them, she had slowly regained control over her limbs, and by the time that Rarity mentioned her desire for more, Ember’s cock had risen once more, primed for another pounding.

Spike must have noticed it as well. “Looks like Ember agrees with you on that. Welcome back to Equestria.”

Ember groaned as she slowly rose and propped herself up on her elbows. She could see that she was still in the maid uniform, but her breasts had fallen out of their confines and her cock peeked out from her skirt. There were spatters and traces of semen staining the black fabric, which Ember frowned at as it reminded her of her bed sheets that morning. She hoped she wouldn't have to give the dress the same treatment as she did like wearing it, not that she'd admit it to anyone.

Ember’s gaze moved around to find herself sleeping across the foot of the bed while Spike and Rarity lounged at the head of it, both completely naked now. Spike was sitting upright against the large pillows while Rarity cuddled next to his side, each of them groping and fondling the other. Ember felt a pang of envy upon seeing Rarity’s position, but did note that Spike had another side open.

Gathering her strength, Ember crawled over to Spike’s side, nuzzling into his chest while her hand roamed over his body. Just as her hand wandered towards his waistline, a cough from Rarity gave her pause. Ember glanced up to see Rarity’s stern glare directed at her.

“Now, Ember, don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten our agreement?” Rarity tapped a finger to her chest. It wasn’t noticeable at first due to the color of her fur, but Ember could see streaks of her cum painted across her chest and face, some of which had since dribbled down.

It took a second for her memories to click, but once it did, Ember blushed and crawled over Spike into Rarity’s lap. From there she licked away at the droplets of jizz on Rarity’s stomach and worked her way up. While she worked, Ember felt Rarity’s hand brush her spines, much like one would pet a cat.

“That’s a good maid,” Rarity said. “Clean it all up and I’ll give you a nice reward.”

Ember shuddered with pleasure at the praise, her core heating up at the words. She made short work of Rarity’s stomach and moved up to the mountainous breasts. Ember’s tongue swirled around one tit, squeezing it as it gathered up all traces of the semi-dried semen while her hands groped at the other tit. After wiping it all up, Ember latched onto the boob, suckling it like a babe desperate for the milk inside.

Rarity moaned at the focused attention on her chest. “You like my girls that much, do you? Mmm, yes. It’s one of Spike’s favorite things as well. I can only imagine how much attention they’ll bring when they start lactating. Oh!”

Spike chuckled. “Well they are a great treasure, that’s for sure. I guess that’s why it’s called a ‘chest’.” He was unaffected by the withering glares directed at him by the Rarity and Ember.

Ember resumed her work, now focusing her attention on the other tit. It felt degrading to wipe up her own fluids off another mare like a pet, but the dominance was what stoked the fires of her arousal. Not to mention that she was doing it to another dragon’s mate, the same dragon that she desired to be bred by. It was like a deep fantasy come true, according to her mating instincts. Dragon Lord title be damned! Ember desired pleasure now! Her cock was throbbing for a hole to plunge into while her pussy was flooding itself in preparation for one.

By now, Ember was nibbling and licking along Rarity’s collar and neck, removing the vestiges of cum from her fur. Down below, Ember was humping her dick against Rarity’s leg, knowing that she couldn’t put it in without permission, but attempted to relieve herself in the meantime. Ember finished off the last traces on Rarity’s face and was surprised when she felt her head be brought in for a deep kiss. Dragon tongue fought against mare tongue in a battle for the seed in Ember’s mouth. It was an even battle with Ember’s strength and Rarity’s experience. The tide turned when Ember felt Rarity’s fingers dance around her chest and pinch and pull her nipples. Ember moaned, slowing her efforts long enough for Rarity’s tongue to swipe the cum away and swallow it down.

Ember pulled away to catch her breath. Her hand reached up to touch her lips as she blushed.

“Was that your first kiss, dear?” Rarity asked.

“...with another girl,” Ember replied meekly. “And first kiss in general.”

“Well, I’m honored to be your first. Would you like me to have another first of yours?” Rarity’s tone turned sultry.

Ember blinked owlishly. “Huh?”

“You did a fine job in cleaning up.” Rarity gestured to her body. “It would be remiss of me to not issue a proper reward for hard work.” One of her hands cradled a tit while the other moved lower to her nethers and spread her sopping lower lips.

It took all of Ember’s conscious effort to not drool at the sight. She glanced over to Spike, who simply smiled back and nodded, granting his permission. Ember’s excitement shot through the roof, and her body showed it. She quickly adjusted herself into position, the tip of her cock pressing against the entrance of the marehood. Leaning forward, she thrusted her hips and felt an explosion of pleasure in her mind. Her cock was pressed against from all sides by the warm, wet pussy. Masterbating with her hands had nothing on the real thing. If Ember had any less self control, she probably would have came right then and there, but for now she wanted to bask in this pleasure before moving.

“Oh my! I feel so full. Now what do we say?” Rarity chided.

“Mmmm...thank you... mistress,” Ember groaned out.

“‘Mistress’,” Rarity mused, “I think I like the sound of that. Don’t be a slouch now. Start thrusting. Ravish me. Your mistress commands it.”

“Yes ma’am.” Ember pulled back her hips despite her nerves crying against it and thrusted once more, deeper this time. That elicited a pleased yelp from Rarity, and so Ember did it again and again and again until she found a steady rhythm. While her hips kept moving, Ember pressed her face into Rarity’s boobs again. She would please her mistress as best she could!

“Yes! That’s it, Ember! Right there. Oh! Faster! Deeper!” Rarity shouted.

Ember obeyed, listening closely to Rarity’s words to better serve her. But despite how much she wanted to please Rarity, Ember felt herself closing in on her climax.

“Rarity, I’m about to…” Ember felt a tingle of magic against her scales as her hips were brought to a stop. She looked up inquisitively. “Rarity?” A white finger pressed against her muzzle to silence her.

“Hold on, dear. We mustn't let ourselves be the only ones to have fun.” Rarity turned to Spike. “Spike, if you would, please.”

“As you wish.” Spike moved to kneel next to Rarity, bringing his cock into Ember’s view.

Ember stared intently as Rarity held Spike’s dick in one hand while she licked the tip. After a long moment of teasing, Rarity turned back to Ember.

“Is something wrong, Ember?” she asked with mock innocence. Rarity followed Ember’s longing gaze. “Oh, you want Spike’s cock, do you? Where do you want it?”

Ember mumbled into Rarity’s boobs.

“Speak up, darling, or he won’t know where to put it.”

“I want him to fuck me!” Ember roared. “I want him to shove his baby maker into my womb! I want him to be my first cock!”

Rarity cupped Ember’s face. “That’s better. You heard her, Spike.” Rarity’s hands reached down to grab Ember’s scaly cheeks and spread them for all to see. “Be her first time.”

“Finally.” Spike moved around once more, positioning himself behind Ember.

Ember watched over her shoulder, blushing as Spike lifted up her tail to see under it. She moaned as he pushed two fingers deep inside of her.

“Wow,” he exclaimed, “You really want this don’t you? Could probably fill a bathtub with how wet you are.” His words put a pleasureable twist in Ember’s gut and sent her heart beating faster. He pulled out his fingers and tasted them. “Mmm, sweet. Tastes Like sapphires.”

“Might I try a taste?” Rarity asked. Her hands kept their firm grip on Ember’s ass, preventing her from trying it on her own.

“Sure. There’s plenty to go around.” Spike plunged his fingers into Ember once more, eliciting a squeal of pleasure as he moved them around deep inside before pulling them out again. He presented his soaked finger to Rarity’s lips and she began to clean them off. Meanwhile, Ember watched with some embarrassment at how they enjoyed her fluids so much.

“Oh, that is good,” Rarity said when she finished.

Spike pulled back his arm, but he caught Ember’s eye. “Do you want a taste too?”

Ember was too embarrassed to answer, but instead just opened her mouth in response.

“You really are a dirty dragoness, aren’t you?” he said, repeating the fingering process, this time to get a few more squeaks out of Ember.

When he presented his fingers, Ember immediately suckled them. She felt so dirty, getting off to the taste of her own fluids, but she didn’t care. It stoked her fires and all her body wanted was more pleasure until she dropped. She licked and sucked to the point that Spike had to use some effort to pull away from her.

“Jeez, and I thought Rarity went wild when she got going. How long have you been holding yourself back?” Spike asked.

“Way too long,” Ember replied heatedly. “Now are you going to stand there, or are you going to fuck me until I can’t walk straight?” She wiggled her tail as best she could.

Spike gave a toothy grin. “Challenge accepted.”

The first sensation Ember noticed when Spike pushed himself in was how deep he reached into her. His thick prick had nearly reached the entrance of her womb. A little more power behind his thrust and…. Ember felt herself clench down on him at the thought.

“Sweet Celestia, you’re tight!” Spike groaned. He pulled back, but Ember’s pussy didn’t make it easy to do so. Spike adjusted himself and started off with slow thrusts.

“Guh, Spike…” Ember’s tongue lolled out as she felt Spike move in and out of her. As she slowly sped up, his movements translated to her, causing her to bang Rarity as well. It was a bizarre whirlwind of euphoria to feel herself fuck someone while getting fucked by another. Ember tried to move her hips as soon as she could control them, and it took a few tries, but eventually she synced her thrusts with Spike’s. To feel both impacts was incredible to say the least. Spike’s extra power allowed for Ember to reach even deeper inside Rarity, such that Ember could have sworn she had touched the end of the tunnel.

“Oh! Spike!” Rarity cried out. “Harder! Push Ember inside me! By the Sun, she’s so big! I can almost feel you inside me as well.”

“Is that so? Allow me to fix that.” Spike slowed his hips slightly, but made up for it by going as deep as he could into Ember.

The sudden change threw Ember for a loop as she tried to adjust, but not nearly as much as when she felt Spike’s tip ram into her cervix. Ember felt her arousal skyrocket and her heartbeat go into overdrive. Instinctively, she wrapped her tail around Spike’s waist and pulled him in as tight as she could while they all fucked.

With each of their arousal rising by the second, it wasn’t long before their orgasm hit. Rarity was the first to speak up.

“Ember, I’m about to...Ah! Cum!”

“Me too. Unf!”

“Same here,” Spike added. He tried to pull back, but found he was stuck tight. “Uh, Ember? Can you let go of me?”

Ember looked back at him. “Why?”

“I need to pull out. I’m not wearing a condom.” A look of worry crossed his face.

“Too bad,” Ember shot back smugly. She clenched down her core muscles, causing him to moan.

“If I finish inside you, you might get pregnant!” His voice was filled with panic, likely due to the fact that Ember felt him grow. He was very close.

Ember grinned. “Exactly.”

Not a moment later, they all reached their peak at about the same time. Much like how she felt during sex, the climax was strange as well. Ember felt her balls completely drain themselves inside Rarity, shot after shot after shot was released deep inside the mare, giving her a second orgasm. Meanwhile, Spike’s dick was pressed up against Ember’s womb when he released a torrent of his seed inside her. Ember felt her insides stretch to accommodate the sheer volume of it all, but she could only see a small bulge on her gut.

When the climax dissipated, Ember felt her limbs go weak and she collapsed atop of Rarity, her dick still lodged inside the mare. Spike pulled out of her now that her tail released its grip and he fell to the side of them. Ember faintly sensed the semen inside her dribble out as there was nothing to plug up her hole now. They all panted for breath, though Rarity had to struggle to push Ember off of her to do so. Now Ember was laying between Spike and Rarity, cuddling against them both as they all basked in the afterglow.

“That...hah...was great,” Ember said. A dreamy look filled her face.

Rarity nodded. “Certainly one to remember for a long time.”

“Especially if Ember gets pregnant from this,” Spike said worriedly. “You should have let me pulled out.”

Ember turned to face him. “Oh relax, you big baby. I’m not in season now.” She paused to think a moment. “Well, pretty sure I’m not. I don’t know how the Scepter affected my cycle.” Seeing the anxious expression on his face, she kissed his cheek and added, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t mind at all if I had your children. Besides, if this doesn’t take, then I’ll have to come back when I am in season.”

“Not before I have his foals, you’re not,” Rarity challenged. However, some of the effect was lost by her disheveled and panting appearance.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about having my children? The Scepter did grant me great virility.” Ember pointed to Rarity’s dripping snatch. “And from the looks of it, you two must mate like rabbits. I’m surprised you haven’t had his foal already.”

“Birth control,” Rarity answered. “Very strong birth control, but I can change that later. I’ll be having the first foal. I am his marefriend after all.” She finished with a determined glint in her eyes.

Ember narrowed her eyes and smirked. “Well as Dragon Lord, I declare Spike to be my consort and eventual drakefriend. I have to have an excellent mate and strong, healthy offspring, and I know Spike can provide both.”

The two females stared each other down for a long moment before dissolving into giggles.

Spike cleared his throat. “Uh, do I get a say in this?”

Ember and Rarity looked to him with a lustful hunger in their eyes and spoke in unison.

“No.”

*****

Spike, Rarity, and Ember all stood at the entrance of the Friendship Castle. After resting some more, all of them had cleaned up and gotten dressed. Spike made an early dinner as they all had skipped lunch and needed to make up for all the calories they burned. Now, the sun was nearly setting and Ember still had to make the journey to Canterlot. True to Spike’s earlier challenge, Ember had to use her Scepter to support herself as her legs tingled with numbness.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” Ember said wistfully. “I can’t imagine the summit being nearly as fun as the things we could all do together.” She carried a pack for some of the dresses that Rarity had made and adjusted after their little ‘session’.

“Don’t fret, darling. I’m sure you’ll survive. If it becomes too much for you, then maybe these will tide you over.” Rarity pressed a small box into Ember’s claws with a wink.

Ember opened the box and found pictures of… Her eyes widened and she looked up to Rarity with a blush. “Jeez, trying to get me excited again? Thanks. I’ll certainly have fun with this.”

Rarity giggled. “I would hope so, else I might feel insulted.”

“There’s also a couple of me in there,” Spike added. “For a bit of variety.”

Ember’s face heated up even more. “Th-thanks. You really didn’t have to.”

Spike held up a hand. “We wanted to. We’re friends after all. Well, friends with benefits now, I guess. Besides, if I’m your consort now, I can’t just leave you hanging like that.” He laughed.

“Yeah, you can’t.” Ember chuckled a bit and then rubbed her neck, feeling as nervous as the moment she arrived. “I guess I better head out now before it gets too late. I’ll see you later, then.”

“You’re not leaving without a hug,” Spike said before lifting Ember in a bear hug. After he put her down, Rarity gave her own hug, but it felt dainty in comparison.

Ember turned to leave, but whipped back around at the last second. “Oh, Rarity can you do me a favor?”

“Of course, dear. What is it?”

“Could you, um…” Ember’s face heated up too much for her to speak clearly. Instead, she leaned forward and whispered into the unicorn’s ear. Pulling away, she could see Rarity’s smile.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have it cleaned and ready for next time.”

Ember couldn’t quite meet her eyes. “I-I really liked that dress.” Feeling a bit embarrassed, Ember shot off into the sky towards Canterlot.

As she flew, Ember mused to herself. ‘Well, time to go back to being Dragon Lord Ember. I wonder if I can negotiate something to allow me to come back more often? At least I have the box Rarity gave me.’ She smiled at the thought. ‘Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.’

Author's Note

And there you have it, folks! The first futa Ember fic to grace this site. I swear to you, I have never worked as hard on a fic like this before. I definitely broke my record writing rate for sure!

I'll be posting a special deleted scene later. It's more of the draft before this beauty, but it was a solid effort in my opinion and I didn't want it to go to waste.