Reforming Spell

So, we had seventeen mindless clones left, plus myself and Thirty, when we ran into the stupid dragons. Yes, those stupid dragons. The teenagers who’d been haunting the forest near Ponyville, until Pip and his posse supposedly drove them off.

“You again?” asked the big red one. “What are you doing here?”

“You again?” I said, taking a step back. “I thought Pip chased you away!”

“We’re nowhere near your stupid pony village!” he protested. “You ponies don’t own the whole forest!”

“So we’re heading the wrong way,” Thirty said.

“Heh. Heh heh,” the dragon said, grinning. “No, I think this is the way you should have come. After all, it’s not often we have ponies inviting themselves over for dinner.”

“Um…” one of the clones asked. “Should we run?”

“Do you know the way back to Ponyville?” I asked.

“Why do you care?” the dragon asked. “You’re never going to make it back there.”

“Look, let’s be reasonable,” I said. “If you try to chase us, you’ll catch, what – one pony each? Maybe two? I can offer you something better than that.” I turned to the clones, and waved my hoof to indicate the small herd. “All you can eat!”

“You have no idea how much a dragon can eat, do you,” he said, grinning.

I actually had a pretty good idea, from previous experience, and talking to Spike. They could eat a lot. Between the three of them, they’d polished off a pony-sized lump of taffy like it was nothing, the last time I’d run into them. “Well, let’s make a game out of it,” I said. “You and your friends chase down these ponies, one at a time, while Thirty and I convince the rest of them to stay here and play by the rules. If you can eat them all, and you’re still hungry… well, you get the two of us. Otherwise, you show us the way back to Ponyville.”

“I don’t think I like this game,” said one of the clones.

“It’ll be fun!” I said. “You can go first.”

“What?” she backed up, looking scared.

“The next pony to complain about the game goes second,” I said, to the rest of the clones.

“Hah,” said the teenaged dragon. “Fume! Clump! Wake up! It’s dinner time!” The last bit in a cute little sing-song voice.

The first pony went to Garble. That’s the red one. I don’t remember when I learned his name; I think one of his friends said it at some point. Anyway, Garble leapt after her as soon as she started to run, and she didn’t even get out of sight of the others before he landed on her back and took her down. He sank his teeth into her neck, and she squealed briefly, and that was it. He held her down for a few more seconds while the body shook in its death throes, then stood up. “Next?”

“Uh uh uh!” I said. “You’ve got to eat her, or the game’s over, and we win.”

“Oh, right,” he said, laughing and kneeling down over the corpse. “Dinnertime!”

The other clones watched in horror as he ate their herdmate, bones and all. It didn’t take long – he was methodical, and apparently really, really hungry. I’m not even going to pretend to know where the bulk of an entire pony body went once it was in his stomach – dragons are just magic like that.

Every slurp, every wet tear, every snap of a bone, was like a lover’s caress. After he was done, I felt Thirty forcefully pull my tail down to cover myself.

“You’re… dripping,” she said.

I blushed and sat down quickly, squirming against the cold rock as it pressed into my nethers. “Sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay, I remember what it’s like,” she said. “I’m kind of jealous that I didn’t get it. To me this is just…” she sighed and shook her head. “Necessary.”

“Convenient, at least,” I said. “Don’t worry, dragons go right to sleep once they’re full. If they actually follow through on their side of the deal, that’s just a bonus.”

The second clone – she’d been the first to whimper as we watched the first get eaten – went to Fume. That’s the purple one with an overbite. She managed to dodge his attack, and turned and reared up, kicking him in the face with a forehoof. The other dragons laughed as he recoiled, and she kicked him again.

“Stop it!” he hissed, swiping with a claw and spinning her to the ground, her blood arcing across the nearby trees. She tried to stand up, but he pinned her down with a foot, digging his claws into the small of her back, and then took one of her forelegs in his hand and just ripped it off.

It took him several tries. At least she bled out before he finished eating it, and didn’t have to suffer any more after that. He was a pretty messy eater.

“I really don’t like this game,” said one of the remaining clones.

“It’s the best way to get most of us home,” I said with a sigh, then smiled at her. “Thanks for volunteering!”

“What? No!”

The third dragon – the big brown one, Clump – lumbered towards her. She danced back out of range. He continued to slowly advance on her. She panicked, and turned to run. He opened his mouth, and spat a ball of sticky flaming goop, that splattered across her hindquarters. She shrieked and ran off in a total panic, and Clump continued to follow her, tracking her by the trail of smoke.

He came back a few minutes later, licking his lips. “Got her,” he said.

“So,” I said. “You boys full yet?”

Garble laughed. “Not even close.”

Fume was the first to drop out, after only three ponies. “Sorry, boss,” he said, as he picked at the messy remains of the third pony – some offal he’d left for last, and her skull and ribcage. “I haven’t been this full in, like, ever.”

“We’re not done yet,” Garble said. “Clump, you’ve still got some in you, right?”

The brown dragon smiled, and patted his tummy, then motioned to the clones for one of them to volunteer to fill it next. By this point they’d gotten wise, and all of them stayed quiet.

“Okay, we’ll use the alternate method to pick,” I said. “Eenie Meenie Minie Moe…”

Garble managed to wolf down five ponies before he was too stuffed to move. “Fuck. Me,” he said, collapsing next to the half-eaten corpse of the fifth.

I really, really wanted to take him up on it, but Thirty gave me a look. “It’s up to you, Clump,” I said. “There’s still five ponies left. Think you can eat them all?”

He nodded. But when I picked the next volunteer, he just sat there as she ran off. He let out a loud burp, and struggled to get to his feet, then collapsed.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” I said with a smirk. “Okay, boys, time to pay up.”

Clump reached out and grabbed one of the clones, who hadn’t been picked, by the leg.

“Hey! Let her go!” I said, as she struggled and kicked at him.

He ignored both of us, pulling her into a tight embrace, and just held her to his chest as he ate her alive, starting from her head. She, um. She wasn’t actually alive for most of it. I mean, he was chewing.

“See? He’s still hungry,” Garble said, grinning. “He’s insatiable. You might as well give up now.”

“He’s too full to even move!” I said. “If he can’t catch them, then he’s done. Pay up! Tell us how we get back to Ponyville!”

Garble laughed. “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you. If… you give me a kiss.” Fume and Clump laughed as he made kissy faces at me.

Thirty grabbed my tail as I rose to go take him up on his offer. “Don’t!” she said around the tail-hairs. “Ith a twap!”

“But Thiiiirty!”

She blinked. “Who?”

I whipped my tail out of her reach while she was confused. “That’s my name for you!” I said, as I carefully circled around Clump, not wanting to become his next meal by getting in arm’s reach. “I’m Lyra One, the one who ran off is Number Two, and you’re Thirty. I think it should have been Thirty Three, technically,” I said, pushing my way past the three clones left in the clearing. “But who’s counting? Maybe it’s a nickname.”

Then I was at Garble’s side, as he lay in the dirt, stuffed to the gills. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Thirty wince as I leaned down to put my muzzle in reach of his jaws. He grinned at me, and his hand shot up and grabbed the back of my head.

My heart raced. I let him pull me forwards… and we kissed. His claws combed through my mane as he tightened his grip on it, and my tongue slipped past his lips to lick over his giant fangs. They tasted like blood. Some of it was mine, since they were pretty sharp.

Then his teeth opened a crack, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned as it squirmed around inside me, and then I was rolling him over onto his back, and straddling him, running my hooves over his scales as we continued to kiss. He was the one who broke it off, pulling his head back and panting.

“Fuck me,” he said. “You are one crazy pony.”

“I want to kill you,” I told him, breathlessly, my hooves sliding up to the thick muscles of his neck, taut under his scales. “I would orgasm so hard if I could just feel you die beneath my hooves,” I panted. “You nightmare-spawned monster.”

“Good luck with that,” he said, running his claws gently down my back.

I moaned, and threw my head back, grinding my belly against his. I felt something emerge beneath me – something long and hard and warm, and covered in little flexible spikes.

His penis. I’m talking about his penis. Oh, sorry. You looked like you were a little confused. Sorry! Yes, I know you know what a penis is!

And yes, that was when I banged a dragon. He was nearly comatose and I was on top. I managed to slip him inside me easily enough, but the spikes sort of dug in when I tried to pull up, so all I could really do was tug on him, then flop myself down and drive him a little deeper with each thrust. He wasn’t really up to screwing me properly – I had to do most of the work – but I didn’t care. I had a dragon cock inside me. And when I couldn’t take anymore, and exploded in pleasure, he ran his claws down my sides, just hard enough to feel really, really good in the middle of an orgasm.

I had to work at him a little longer to get him to get off, but there was no way I was getting off him before that. Those stupid spikes, you know?

Garble fell asleep afterwards, but Fume pointed us in the right direction. I think he wasn’t sure whether or not he was supposed to double-cross us, and with both his friends incapacitated he decided to play it safe. Or maybe he’s actually an honorable drake.

…yeah, he was probably just confused.