Author's Note

First Draft of this story. When I sent it to the proofreader squad, DanvilleBengal and DragonWarlock gave me ideas for the current story, but I didn't want this to all go to waste. Enjoy!

Note: This is only EmberxRarity. No Spike here.

Deleted Scene: How to Tame Your Dragon Lord

A pair of sapphire blue claws parted the bushes as predatory eyes scanned the scenery. It was the middle of the day so there were quite a few ponies out and about, which made it all that much harder to sneak around. Why couldn't these ponies build more cover for hiding? It's not like they were using all this open space for anything. Unfortunately, complaining wouldn't solve her problem and so Ember had to dart from bushes and trees to the next one when nopony was looking.

As much as Ember would have loved to come soaring in, fire breath blazing, discretion was needed and she certainly didn't want to show off her embarrassing problem to all these ponies. If they all saw it, she couldn't imagine what it would do to her image as Dragon Lord. Not to mention how skittish most ponies were. That yellow mare she met on the way in just fainted on sight of her!

The last pony looked away and Ember shot out of the bushes, keeping low to the ground. She treaded carefully so her armor wouldn’t make much sound from her movements, as well as ensuring that certain parts of her weren’t getting pinched. She saw the crystal castle in the distance, knowing that she wasn’t far now. She quickly rounded a corner and ran face first into a pony, knocking both of them down. Thanks to her reflexes, Ember recovered first and was about to scamper off, but froze when she saw the pony’s face. It was that unicorn mare that followed Spike to the Dragon Lands! She should know where Spike would be.

“Watch where you’re going, you ruffian!” the mare cried out. She looked up to see Ember crouched over her and gave a small yelp. “Oh my! A dragon! Wait… Princess, I mean, Dragon Lord Ember? What are you doing here?” Just like Ember recalled, the mare was white as snow and her styled hair gleamed like pure amethyst. Her dress, however, was different as she wore a low cut, yellow blouse and matching short skirt.

“Oh, uh, hello...Clarity?” Ember tried to remember the mare’s name, but it was difficult to recall it while trying not to stare down the mare’s bountiful cleavage or up her skirt.

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

“Rarity, right. Do you know where Spike is? I really need his help,” Ember pleaded, “I’ve got a big problem.” It was a little embarrassing asking a pony for help, but there were no other dragons around to see her so it was fine. Besides, her ‘big problem’ was getting bigger with each second she stared at the mare.

Rarity held out her hand, to which Ember grabbed and helped her back up. “I’m sorry, darling, but I’m afraid that Spike is not here at the moment,” Rarity said, “He and Twilight are off on a tour to meet ambassadors.”

Ember groaned and threw her hands into the air. “Oh come on! I traveled all this way for nothing? Now what am I gonna do?” A twitch in her groin reminded her that her options and time were running out.

“Pardon me for asking, but what kind of problem would you have that requires Spike?” Rarity asked innocently.

Ember’s face flushed red and she quickly scanned the area to ensure there was no pony listening. “Do you know someplace we can speak privately? she whispered. Even if Spike wasn’t around, Ember was going to try to make the most of this trip.

“Of course, darling. Follow me.” It was a short jaunt across town, taking side passages where no pony went when possible at Ember’s request. If Rarity had any questions about this request, she didn’t say, though she did protest when Ember suggested that she fly the both of them over there. What was it with ponies and fussing over their hair so much? Ember didn’t get it, but that would have to be a question for another time.

Eventually, they reached a strange, fancy building full of windows and covered in frills and decorations. Ember didn’t pay much attention to the details as she ran up to the door. When Rarity opened it, Ember rushed inside like a cat from the rain and moved to close the blinds while Rarity locked the door. Once they had their privacy, the two of them went to the kitchen where Rarity started a pot of tea.

Ember curled up on her chair while she watched Rarity cook, though her eyes kept drawing themselves to the swishing purple tail. It was hypnotizing in the way it glimmered as it swayed from side to side. Ember broke out of this trance when Rarity turned around and set down the cups and plates. Ember grabbed a few of the pastries and shoved them in her mouth. It was a long trip and she hadn’t had much since she woke up, plus the flavors helped to distract her wandering thoughts.

“Now, tell me what the issue is, dear,” Rarity said after sipping her tea, “It must be something serious for you to travel all this way for Spike.”

Ember swallowed her food before chugging her entire cup to wash it down. Just because she was a dragon didn’t mean she didn’t have some manners. At the very least, the meal took her mind off certain things...for now.

“Well, it’s a bit personal, really,” she said, her eyes not lifting from the table, “You see, I’m still growing into my role as Dragon Lord, figuratively and literally. The Bloodstone Scepter, which grants me my authority also bestows certain attributes befitting a Dragon Lord.”

Rarity gave her a confused look. “You do seem a bit taller than when I last saw you, but I fail to see how this is a problem.”

“The thing is…” Ember gulped. “There’s a reason that I’m the ‘Dragon Lord’ and not ‘Dragon Lady’.” Said reason was already twitching at the mere thought of it, though it didn’t move to grow. “I didn’t really find out why until I woke up this morning.”

“And why is that?” Rarity asked as she took another sip of her tea.

Ember rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration. “Ugh, this!” Ember stood up, knocking her chair back, and pulled down her armored shorts to reveal her slowly hardening member. At the moment, it was already long enough to put most males to shame at seven inches and it was still growing. In terms of girth, it was a bit small at about an inch across, but a thick knot at the base more than made up for the lack of it. It had a tapered head and the underside had a multitude of small ridges and bumps likely meant for stimulation. Hanging below, almost hidden behind her shaft, were two orange-sized balls that hung low, churning with her seed.

Of the reactions that Ember expected, a massive spit-take was not one of them. She had to leap back with a yelp as the warm tea splashed onto her penis. Unfortunately, not all parts of dragons were covered in heat resistant scales, and it certainly didn’t help matters that her parts were quite sensitive since she acquired them.

“Hot! Hot hot hot hot!” She cried as she tried to rub the warm liquid off but that only succeeded in making her member more rigid than she wanted.

“Oh my! Use this, dear!” Rarity used her magic to toss over a hand towel from across the room. Said towel managed to land atop Ember’s shaft like it was a coat hanger, but Ember snatched it up and proceeded to dry herself off. She cleaned up the liquid dripping down her legs, and then moved to her throbbing member, wrapping the towel around it and rubbing along its length.

It started with the first stroke, wiping up the excess fluids. The next stroke moved around the ridges, absorbing any trace amounts left. On the third stroke, almost all of the tea was gone, but her cock was almost fully hard. By now, Ember was confident that her crotch was clean, but she couldn’t tear the towel away. Not when it was warm and slick thanks to the tea, and the texture of the fabric sent chills up her back, causing her wings to spread on their own, but especially not when it felt so tight like an actual-

“Ember!” Rarity shouted, “Would you kindly stop fornicating with my towel?”

Her stern voice broke Ember’s trance, causing her to blink while her mind tried to catch up with reality. She looked down to see both of her hands fiercely gripping the towel that was still wrapped around her rod. Her mind clicked and she tossed the towel away like it had the plague.

“Sorry, I-I just don’t know what came over me,” Ember said, not looking Rarity in the eyes, “Ever since I got this...” She gestured to her crotch, “thing, I can’t seem to control all these weird urges. That’s why I need to talk to Spike. I don’t really feel comfortable asking my Dad about it and I don’t want to look bad in front of the other dragons, but I know I can trust Spike with this.” Ember peeked up to see a calculating look on Rarity’s face.

“Are you sure he can help you?” Rarity asked after a moment, “I was under the impression that he was a baby dragon. I’m afraid he wouldn’t know anything, that is unless Twilight taught him about it.”

Ember nodded. “Yes, I know he’s old enough to have to at least have started to deal with… whatever guys deal with at his age.”

“Even so, I believe this matter is a bit out of his experience.” Rarity explained. She glanced downwards once and then said, “But first things first, we need to get you out of those dirty clothes.” She led the way back into the main room of the boutique. “Please stand on the stage for me and hold your arms up.”

Ember did as asked, feeling rather silly about it. What was wrong with her armor? Sure, it was decorational, but it didn’t look dirty. Well, minus the scrapes and the dents, it was still well-kept. Before she could voice her thoughts, she felt a tingle of magic dance across her scales and suddenly she was naked. Immediately, she tried to cover herself up, though the effort was rather futile with her still-stiff shaft and burgeoning bosom. Something the Scepter also ‘generously’ enhanced to the point it made it difficult to put on her armor without binding them down.

“He-Hey! What’s the big idea?” Ember demanded. She could feel her face heat up in embarrassment, even though no other pony or dragon was there to see her nude form.

“The idea, darling, is that I’m going to help you and I certainly can’t do that with all these clothes on.” Rarity said as she set aside the armor and garments in a neat pile in one corner. Her magic then opened a nearby trunk and out flew some tape measures and ribbons. “Also, this is a rare opportunity for fashion that I can’t ignore.”

Ember snapped at a measuring tape that got too close as she didn’t want to remove her hands. “How are you going to help me like this? I didn’t come here to play dress-up!” she snarled, using her tail to bat the floating objects away.

Rarity gave her a bemused look. “For starters, you can lower your arms. We’re both ladies here, relatively speaking.” When Ember reluctantly lowered her arms, she continued, “Now, from what I have seen, you certainly have a serious issue regarding your self control when it comes to your dragonhood.” Said dragonhood was already becoming stiff once more in the open air. “I believe that you are simply ‘pent up’ as the boys say. Tell me, have you released yourself since you acquired it?”

“Released what? My dragon fire?” Ember asked with a confused expression. She paid the ribbons and tape no mind as she focused on Rarity, though her eyes had trouble staying on the mare’s face.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.” Rarity’s horn sparked once more and a long, red lounge chair appeared.

The ribbon that floated around Ember came to life, wrapping around her midsection and pinning her arms there. She felt another ribbon grab her tail end and lift it high up before tying itself to her wings, leaving her ass exposed. Ember tried to protest but quickly found herself laying back on the chair. Her legs were then spread wide and her feet tied with another ribbon that went under the chair. She tried to move, but found that she couldn’t budge at all. Her breasts and groin were completely exposed, the fact of which made her slightly aroused for some reason.

Ember swung her head around, searching for Rarity. “Hey! What’s going on heeeeer-uhhhh…” The words died in her throat when she found Rarity slowly removing her clothes. Her eyes watched the shirt slowly lift up, and when the mare’s generous breasts were revealed, Ember had to remind herself to breath by the time the skirt had dropped right after. In that moment, she understood at least where some of Spike’s admiration came from.

Rarity’s fur was a flawless, alabaster white and though her body was not as tough or strong as a dragon’s, it looked quite flexible. There also must have been magic in the clothes she wore as Ember couldn’t recall Rarity’s chest being so large nor her hips and waist being so tight. Her curves were more polished than some of the finest diamonds. Even though Rarity’s privates were still hidden behind her undergarments, the sight of them was enough to put the Dragon Lord’s scepter in a throbbing frenzy. Ember had seen some statues of mares in a few hoards, their figures contorted for beauty, but Rarity’s presence put them all to shame.

It was Rarity’s high pitched laughter that broke Ember’s enthrallment. Rarity raised her arms, putting her hands behind her head and struck a pose, giving Ember a salacious look that seemed to burn hotter than dragon fire. “See something you like, darling?” Rarity asked, her voice burning with lust.

Ember could only nod dumbly and watch as Rarity walked towards her, her member twitching with each swing of the mare’s hips. Rarity stopped just to the side of Ember and loomed over the bound dragon, planting her hands on both sides of her head. Her melon sized breasts swung low, practically hypnotizing Ember with each jiggle. They looked so soft and juicy that Ember wondered if they felt like marshmallows, at least compared to her own scaled ones.

“Eyes up here, darling.” Ember snapped to attention, as well as shutting her jaw when she realized she was drooling.

“Now, Ember, we’re going to play a little game.” Rarity said huskily, “All you have to do is to try to control yourself until I say you can cum. If you do well, I’ll reward you. If not, then I’ll have to punish you. Understand? Good. As of now, you are not the Dragon Lord. You’re just Ember and I am Mistress Rarity. You are to address me as that or simply ‘Mistress’. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Ember squeaked out. Were her wings not currently tied up, they surely would have snapped out wide by the display of dominance.

“Good girl.” Rarity pet Ember’s face to which she subconsciously nuzzled back. “First things first, let’s see what I’m working with.” Rarity leaned down towards Ember’s package, her warm breath upon it caused it to tremble with arousal.

Ember squirmed as Rarity’s fingers gingerly traced up and down her shaft, at one point almost grabbing it. Out of instinct, Ember tried to thrust her hips up, but each time she did, Rarity pulled away until she calmed down. It was a maddening cycle that only ended when Rarity cupped her ball sack and gently squeezed it. Ember’s eyes shot wide and she gave out a cry as she felt a rush sweep from her brain down to her balls. Her dick throbbed once, twice, and more as she felt a tidal wave burst forth from her crotch.

After the euphoria passed, Ember’s eyes lazily drifted up to see that her dick was starting to soften. She felt a brief moment of joy until she looked up some more to see the wrathful gaze of Rarity. Whatever that white stuff was that came out of her ended up mostly on Rarity’s face and mane, slowly dripping off.

Rarity’s smile was pinched and her teeth were gritted. “Did you enjoy that, darling?” she asked, her tone full of ice. “Because I certainly would hope that it was worth the trouble of not only disobeying me, but ruining my mane!” She gripped hard on Ember’s sack, causing the dragoness to wince in pain.

“Um, sorry? Can you let go, please? It’s, uh, kinda sensitive right now.” Ember muttered out fearfully.

“Oh you’ll be sorry alright.” Rarity growled.