The Hardest Part of Being the Dragon Lord
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
The Hardest Part of Being the Dragon Lord
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.
Deleted Scene: How to Tame Your Dragon Lord
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Deleted Scene: How to Tame Your Dragon Lord
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.
