Author's Note

Welcome back to Midnight Rising! Just as Rarity takes on the drakes, Pinkie gets the dragonesses, most notably a certain blue horned female we all know and love!

Chapter contains: A crescendo of female-on-female dragon and human action ranging from heavy petting to mutual masturbation and outright oral as Pinkie teaches the dragon girls the joys of lesbian love. Expect a lot of draconic fascination with human mammaries—which is explained in the context of the story—followed by them gaining a set of breasts themselves through the act of oral sex!

There will be plenty of boob and hip growth resulting in basically anthrofied dragonesses, followed by a great deal of peer pressure on our favorite future Dragon Lord to join in. But no matter how badly she wants to, she won't... until she's properly won by Pinkie in a contest of heat!

Thanks go to a tired but game AJ_Aficionado, SIlentwoodfire, and Silverblade5. I apologize to the last for not waiting until he read the last half of the chapter, but I did promise a release on Sunday night. Hope you all enjoy!

10: Pinkified Drakinas - v2

For anybody reading—and I don’t know who would be aside from maybe my friends, who I’m still afraid to show this to until and unless they recover their memories—sorry to cut away from Rarity and the drakes, especially right as she gets taken. But I need to shift focus here, to catch up with Pinkie Pie. Or more correctly, to let her catch up with Rarity.

I’ll just say for now that as Rarity allowed an eternally grateful and newly buff Burnt Sienna to take her while the boys settled in for another round with each other—and by my former mentor, was it ever hot to see that big gray one ganged up on like Trenderhoof on our side of the portal, servicing four of his fellow drakes at once!—I smiled at the scene as I felt their coming climax and Rarity’s internal magic grow further.

She was well on her way to being fully ripened, for lack of a better term, though I should also note there was increasingly a foreign component to her magic as well. All I could think at the time was that the dragons were not only feeding on her Harmony magic—the effect on Burnt Sienna was certainly evidence enough of that!—but that she was also gaining some of their magic in return just from being with them in such an intimate manner.

I still have no idea if it was yet another side effect to Midnight’s mating aura or more a result of her being an Element Bearer. And since we eventually had to purge everyone of not just their memories but all foreign magical influence before setting things back to rights, I don’t know what effect it would have had on her.

Would she, say, have gained the ability to breathe fire? Or just be as invulnerable to it as the dragons, even without Midnight’s magic? Have to say, It would have made for a fascinating arcane or scientific study, depending on which side of the portal you were on. One I’m sure even Midnight would have been curious to know the answer to.

It was a question for later, however, as I was not about to interrupt them as she let Burnt Sienna take her in the deepest part of the lava pool. But instead of simply doing what he wished with her, he asked her what she desired of him!

I don’t think Rarity had any idea how incredibly rare it was for any dragon—short of maybe Princess Twilight’s scribe Spike—to put the needs of another creature first, but she still accepted the offer graciously.

She asked him to take her standing up and belly-to-belly, holding her up so she could see his face and pleasure. Though shocked anew at the unusual mating position—one that turned the drakes on even more—he did so, holding her up as she wrapped her legs around his hips while hanging off his shoulders. As he quickly found and filled her entrance, squeezing his phalluses together so they could both be in her, she visibly savored every thrust he made with his dual drakehoods, all while endlessly praising his size, strength, stamina, masculinity and sheer virility.

And all as the overheated drakes watched raptly and shouted encouragement, able only to helplessly cream all over—and inside—each other a second time, just from watching the scene unfold.

Have to say, even with Fluttershy latched onto my teat, seeing those adolescent dragon males going at it gave me enough fantasy fodder for a lifetime. I still can’t stop thinking about them even now, and even for all the other things I had already done or was yet to do!

But I’m getting distracted, which I grant is easy enough to happen while writing this down. Back to Pinkie Pie, then, who I’ll say upfront had probably the most unusual yet appropriate seduction method I’ve ever seen.

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While all this had been going on, Pinkie had not been idle. Walking towards the blasé blue female, she quickly attracted an entourage of her own that included the other five dragonesses present, each a different hue.

I’d say they weren’t so much sexually interested in her at first as trying to understand what the attraction of the drakes were to Rarity, watching them all but drool over her with what I can only describe as a strong measure of envy.

But they left Rarity and the drakes alone, more interested in Pinkie Pie at that moment. In contrast to Rarity’s ‘priming the pump’ and lava-aided enticements, Pinkie was no tease.

She kept it simple by merely stepping into the midst of the five friendlier females and asking them to introduce themselves—Orange Crush, Emerald Inferno, Red Hot, Rose Ruby (a rare and favorite gem of dragons) and Obsidian Ire to match their respective orange, green, red, pink and black scale colors respectively—before inviting them to explore her exotic body directly.

“Hey, if you girls wanna know why your guys are so gaga for Rarity there, just check these out!” she told them as she showed them her enhanced mammaries, picking them up with her hands and thrusting them forward.

In describing all this, I must emphasize again that I can’t imagine the dragons would normally have been even remotely interested in them, in Pinkie, or in humans in general. And I certainly can’t imagine that they would have desired us, except under the direct influence of Midnight’s mating magic.

Magic that apparently imparted some decidedly human interests as befit its origin, and which was now enhanced by the mostly involuntary emission of their own aphrodisiac vapors.

“So those are… udders?” Emerald Inferno asked Pinkie dubiously, experimentally poking at the prominent mammary mounds with a talon. She was easily the most serpentine of the dragon females, possessing a longer body with shorter limbs and snout, standing six feet tall when her sinuous spine was fully erect while having only small back ridges and a pair of short horns over her eyes. Her yellow irises went wide at the texture and she yanked back her claw in what I almost thought was fear of hurting her human visitor, surprised at how soft and yielding they were.

But thanks to Midnight’s magic, Pinkie was unharmed. “Yep-yep! Though we prefer to call them breasts. Or boobs. Or busts. Or racks! Or tits! Hey, we got a million names for them, just because we like them so much! So they ain’t just ‘udders’, girlfriends—they’re ‘udderly’ amazing! Very sensitive and very fun!” she boasted, tweaking her own teats and tugging them hard to show how bouncy they were, startling her new admirers further.

I don’t know if she’d been further along in generating her Harmony magic at that point or was simply much better endowed naturally, but she was even bigger than both me and Rarity by then.

She then invited the dragonesses to sample her body with tongue and talon to their heart’s content, which five of the six females quickly availed themselves of. In contrast, the sixth—the horned blue one—watched with crossed arms and an initial expression of disgust, only to blush and then turn sharply away as her wings stiffened and her talons flexed; the impression I got was that she was imagining they were pressed against Pinkie’s body.

Though Pinkie smirked, the others didn’t notice, too attentive to their exotic visitor as they were. They began to touch and taste her tentatively at first—have to say, for as much as I was enjoying the drakes going at it, it was also quite titillating to see a series of reptilian paws all over Pinkie, squeezing and kneading her flesh while they also displayed a surprising affinity for the shape and flavor of human ears, licking and nibbling at them constantly.

Wow. Who would have thought that of all fetishes, they would share that particular one with thestrals when dragons lack ears altogether? I chuckled in my thoughts at the time.

But their efforts were very light to start, like they were afraid of hurting her surprisingly soft ‘scales’—which, in fairness, was not an invalid worry if Midnight’s protective spells weren’t in place, or Pinkie’s own mysterious abilities weren’t at play. But at her encouragement, and the realization that they couldn’t hurt her, they picked up the pace, with each female taking a turn to both cup her breasts in their talons or sample her skin with their tongues.

A few talons began wandering lower on her body as well, with at least one adventurous dragoness—perhaps fittingly, the pink one named Rose Ruby, who looked to be a younger and smaller lizard-like dragon not far into adolescence, standing barely five and a half feet high with her horns only starting to grow—reaching between Pinkie’s human legs to dip a talon into her, to which Pinkie oooed and giggled, pressing her thighs into the probing digit.

“Wow, you’re so warm and deep…” the pink dragoness acknowledged as she withdrew her talon, then on a whim, she raised it to her muzzle, her tongue flicking out to sample it.

“And you taste… sweet?” she said in further surprise, leaving me wondering what flavor of nectar Pinkie had just gained—I couldn’t smell much over the mixture of sulfuric volcanic fumes and dragon smoke wafting through the portal at that point, but at a guess, it was probably cotton candy. She then plunged the entire digit into her snout to drink it all in at once.

Her declaration instantly attracted the attention and interest of her compatriots, who gathered up their own samples of Pinkie’s human honey on a single talon and stuck it in their muzzles, only to blink. “She is!” Red Hot realized, a growing glow beginning to be seen through her red chest scales. She was a hornless, seven-foot long, raptor-like dragon with large red wings and a more feral, bent-over appearance that almost made her look like she’d come out of some movies we’d watched during sleepovers. “I like it!”

“Me too…” Obsidian Ire, an enormous and powerful-looking black-scaled bruiser of a dragoness with slitted orange eyes and stegosaurus-like back scales answered. Standing eight feet tall, she was easily the largest and most human-proportioned of the group as suddenly, all five females couldn’t get enough of Pinkie Pie, either by taste or by touch. Talons and tongues caressed her from head to toe while Pinkie herself just stood there and drank it all in, her eyes closed and a happy hum on her lips, letting them probe and paw at her to their heart’s content.

“I feel… hot,” Obsidian Ire suddenly realized, grayish-purple smoke seeping out from around the edges of her muzzle as the edges of her chest scales likewise began to glow. “And not just from my fire…”

“Me too. And I’m… wet?” Orange Crush added in disbelief, feeling a sudden squishing between her thighs. Except for her hue, she looked like an upright-walking seven-foot tall ram-horned Rockadile as she reached down to probe her opening, finding that her talon came away covered in steaming fluid. “But… how? It’s not passion season!”

“Even if it’s not, who cares? Don’t fight it, girls!” Pinkie invited, stretching her hands over her head to thrust her chest forward and expose more of her body to their probing paws; an offer which they quickly availed themselves of. “Sex ain’t just for making eggs, you know! Looks like your boys over there have already realized that!” she said with a nod over to Rarity, whose lava-aided display had just induced a crestfallen Burnt Sienna to come prematurely.

“It’s… not?” Rose Ruby said dubiously, only to reach down and realize that she, too, had gone aroused. Either from the ambient magic in the air or just Pinkie’s uncanny ability to make everyone around her have a good time, the more they touched and tasted her, the more she was turning them on and—I assumed—the more their internal heat built, causing their chests to glow.

“It’s not!” The aloof blue one insisted loudly from a few paces away, only to gape as she accidentally released a puff of blue mating smoke as she spoke. She quickly clamped her claws over her snout, though some still leaked out around the edges, to the snickers of her friends. “Will you five stop disgracing the title of dragon? It’s bad enough that the drakes are drooling over these... creatures, but you too?”

“Yeah? So what’s your problem, Princess?” Obsidian Ire asked in some annoyance as she shifted a set of claws to squeeze one of Pinkie’s flanks, then reached under her to gather more of her nectar from behind.

“My problem is that she’s not the right race or gender, and it’s not even the right year! ” The blue female recited—it was then I remembered that dragons were very big on fighting and it was a rite of passage for them as adolescents to forge their own weapons and armor. I also seemed to dimly recall it had something to do with their mating rituals, too.

“She’s not one of us and has nothing to offer us! She can’t breathe fire and has probably never swung a blade in her life! So why in the name of my father and all the ancient Dragon Lords would you be turned on by her?” She seemed to be saying it as much for herself, standing stiffly; I realized then that part of the reason she had turned away was that she didn’t want to show the same wetness that was now visibly glistening between the legs of her fellow females.

Pinkie took immediate offense, her hair falling flat again; I admit to being a bit perturbed at how easily she could fall into her alternate and far more dangerous persona when the mood struck her. “Oho! So I can’t breathe fire and have never held a blade, huh?” She motioned the other females back and then acquired a slightly crazed smile as she stepped back into a sudden surge of steam from a nearby fumarole, which momentarily obscured her from view.

When she reappeared, she was holding a strangely familiar item, whose use she demonstrated by pulling the trigger and releasing a great gout of fire with a loud WHOOOOOOSH!

“Check this out, Ms. Doubting Dragon!” Even getting close to another orgasm as I was, I had to squint and look closer to confirm my suspicions—I knew Pinkie enjoyed shop class, but I had no idea she’d become a good enough metalworker and machinist to recreate the signature weapon of her favorite character of one of our favorite games to play during slumber parties!

“See? I can spew fire too! And if you want blades, have a few of these!” There was another surge of steam and volcanic vapors that hid her, and then nearly a dozen swords, knives, and even a scythe rained down to stab into the ground around her.

The feat earned a series of sorely impressed sounds from the other females, who were suddenly hanging off and pawing at each other hard over the display, just as the males were starting to do watching Rarity. “Go on, try them out!” Pinkie invited eagerly, her hair returning to its usual floofy state. “I made them all myself!”

It was then that Rarity called over to Pinkie Pie from where she was standing in the lava pool with a forlorn Burnt Sienna. “Pinkie, darling! Did you hear that? Our work is cut out for us! They only have sex once a decade!”

“Once a decade?” Pinkie called back in horror, her expression morphing quickly from triumph to shock and then to one of pure determination, as she placed the flamethrower on the ground safely away from the lava.

“Okay, we’re gonna fix this, sister! You help the guys, and I’ll help the girls! We’ll teach them how to have a good time, and then we’ll bring them all together later! Maybe even bring them over!” she said with a nod at the portal, and it’s worth mentioning again that I might have objected, except I found myself strangely uninterested in speaking with Fluttershy’s mouth locked on a mammary and her fingers finding and spreading my slit.

“I shall! And I know exactly where to start!” Rarity announced, turning back to the crestfallen orange drake before her.

“Good! ‘Cause so do I!” Pinkie replied as her swords were plucked out of the ground and the females began testing them against rocks and by sparring with each other, noting they were indeed quite sharp and well-made.

Pinkie then marched over to the disdainful blue dragoness and hung her arms over her shoulders from behind. “So you were saying?” she challenged, her pose provocative as she draped herself all over the larger female, whose lips tightened and body trembled though she made no move to pull away.

Sensing she was having an effect, Pinkie took great pains to press the mass of her mammaries into the back of the dragoness’ spread blue wings, which flared even more tautly at the contact and caused her orange eyes to squeeze tightly shut.

“Well, look at that! I’ve already figured out that stretched wings mean you’re horny… but then again, you are anyway!” Pinkie said smugly as she caressed the blue dragon’s downcurved horns with her hands. She next ran a digit over the edge of the female’s vertical neck scales, causing her back to involuntarily arch like a stroked cat and a sharp hiss to escape her lips as a visible ripple of pleasure passed through her.

“You like me. And you want me. Admit it!” She then trailed a finger down the other female’s flat chest, who stood unnaturally stiff, starting to squirm again.

“I am not interested in mammals!” she snarled out the words with some forced venom. She continued to stare pointedly away from Pinkie and the increasingly lurid scenes behind her with crossed arms, though her wings were under increasing tension as she continued to noticeably squirm. “Let alone a female one! Let alone outside of passion season, which isn’t for another two years!”

“Oh, yeah? Then why are you still here, Princess? Emerald Inferno challenged as she emitted a puff of Jade smoke while sparring with Red Hot using a pair of Pinkie’s swords—clearly, the males weren’t the only ones who could vent such heady vapors.

The two females seemed to get hotter and progressively more dazed as they breathed in each other’s erotic emissions, causing a sharp exchange of metal to end in a sudden and very passionate draconic kiss as the more snakelike Emerald Inferno all but wrapped herself around Red Hot’s body. “Why not just fly away? And just who is it you’re trying to convince—us, or you?” Red Hot further asked as she licked the edge of Emerald Inferno’s blade with her tongue to test its alloy and sharpness, while the other female did the same back even as they remained intertwined.

“And since when did Passion Season matter to you, Princess?” Orange Crush mocked her as she hefted Pinkie’s flamethrower and experimentally triggered it, visibly surprised by the recoil it generated as she was forced to take a step back and brace herself. “Like Rift Zone said, You wouldn’t even rut during the last one!”

“She was probably afraid to!” Rose Ruby suggested as she took a ready stance with Pinkie’s scythe. It seemed far too large for her, yet she handled it with ease, making a series of rapid and surprisingly practiced whirling slashes with it.

It was apparently much to her liking, as she shortly found herself grinding its ribbed hilt into her draconic opening, her internal fire building quickly as Obsidian Ire soon noticed her actions. The larger black-scaled female likewise began dragging the blunt reverse edge of a smaller curved blade—a scimitar?—back and forth between her legs; her chest beginning to glow a deep purple as her own internal fire started to stoke further. “After all, she had her high-and-mighty image to protect!”

“Or maybe none of the drakes were good enough for me or my father. Ever think of that?” the blue dragoness retorted with a slightly shaky voice as a smug Pinkie began running her hands all over her, tracing the outline of her barrel scales, though I saw no glow through them yet.

“I’m thinking you’re making excuses and lying to yourself, Princess! And to us if you claim you’re not turned on!” Red Hot said as she separated with Emerald Inferno to sling her favorite of Pinkie’s blades over her back—it had come with a harness and back scabbard—and then fell to her knees behind her human visitor and stuck her snout right between her flank cheeks to sniff at her pink-furred slit directly—Pinkie, I noticed, kept her marehood fur present but neatly trimmed in slightly odd contrast to her wild shock of mane hair.

“I can taste how hot and sweet and ready she is… and you!” she announced as she lowered her already-arched body to bring her head on level with Pinkie Pie’s thighs, sniffing at her from behind. Her long tongue darted out of her raptor-like snout to part Pinkie’s luscious lips with its length and then flick its end within the blue female, who twitched hard and involuntarily spread her legs before she caught herself and tried to close them again.

“Not that I blame you—anycreature who can make such nice swords and has such interesting… attributes is a creature worth knowing! And rutting!” she decided as she used her reptilian appendage to begin to eat them both out in earnest, and all at once! “I can’t get enough of her… or you! Love your flavor, Princess...”

“You hear that? They’re right! And so am I. So don’t fight it, Princess…” Pinkie then cooed in her hidden ear as the blue female began to tremble. “I’m not here to trick you, I’m here to help you have fun! Your race only mates once every ten years? Well, let me and Rarity over there show you that you don’t have to wait! That you can be with guys or gals!

“That you can have as much sex as you want, whenever you want…” she then dipped her hand low, starting to move it tantalizingly near the other female’s intimate area. “And is that really so bad…?”

The blue dragoness took a shuddering breath as Pinkie got within an inch of her swollen opening, only to muster up all her remaining willpower to pull sharply away. “No!” she finally shouted, stumbling away and clutching herself hard, her legs shaking and wings flared so tautly I thought their membrane surfaces might tear. “P-Passion season or no, th-there are ritual tests of worthiness that must be passed first, and you haven’t performed any of them!”

“Huh? Worthiness?” Pinkie blinked as Red Hot’s tongue licked out to where her fellow dragon female had been before it was withdrawn. She contented herself with a couple licks of Pinkie’s sex before standing again; her chest now glowing brightly around her crimson scales. Judging by the way she was swaying, she seemed all but intoxicated by her own heat, and the other females were starting to move a bit more drunkenly as well while they continued to play with Pinkie’s weapons—and increasingly, with each other.

“She’s saying that during ruts, we usually have our males fight over us, or try to bribe us with gems from their hoards,” the raptor-like female explained with slightly slurred speech as she stood back up to press the upper half of her body into Pinkie from behind, availing herself of the opportunity to run her claws and tongue all over her, her talons settling happily on Pinkie’s breasts as she began to nibble on her ear and breathe additional enticement into her nostrils.

“So usually, only the richest or most powerful drakes with the greatest strength or hottest fire get to mate. But being the Princess, she already has a massive hoard, and no male could be as strong as her father. So that means it’s impossible to win her! Or that’s her excuse, anyway,” she noted with a slight sneer as she happily kneaded Pinkie’s human mammaries, quickly learning that Pinkie liked it when she pinched the prominent teats between her talons.

“So what are you saying, Red Hot?” I was impressed that the blue female was still trying to put on an indifferent air despite all the evidence to the contrary.

“What I’m saying is that I think our big brave Princess is so beholden to her station that she’s afraid to try something new! Well, we’re not! And even the boys aren’t!” she pointed out, motioning back over her shoulder to where the drakes were starting to grope and make out with each other in earnest.

“What do you mean the boys aren’t—” The blue dragoness turned to see and her jaw fell open at what she beheld. Her eyes initially locked onto Rarity giving Burnt Sienna—at that point, the smallest and weakest of the drakes—a boob job in the fountain-fed lava pond only to shift quickly to see the males were caressing, cavorting, and even outright rutting each other as they watched the unlikely spectacle unfold.

The largest of them was bent over to take it up the tail while another was spitroasted on his back; I admit I wasn’t sure which scene I liked more as my focus kept shifting back and forth between them. And apparently, the dragon Princess had the same problem.

“But… they’re… that’s…” she staggered back at the sight, her cheeks now the color of Red Hot’s scales as she had to lean heavily against a rock.

“Ooooh… you like that!” Pinkie realized even as she reached up to clutch Red Hot’s talons to her, thrusting her hips backwards a bit to accommodate the red female’s bent-over form. “Well, me too! I love seeing guys get it on! And best of all for drakes, it ain’t ever gay because it looks like their balls can’t touch!” she reasoned, though I noted Flash’s bandmates had given up that restriction many minutes earlier.

“I… I…” The blue female clutched her head for a moment; in hindsight, she was trying to find some way to resolve her conflicts internally. “But I’m the Princess!”

“So?” Pinkie asked as Red Hot just rolled her eyes.

“So that means you have nothing to offer me!” she claimed, and for the first time, I realized that it wasn’t so much that she didn’t want to do it now, but that she couldn’t reconcile it in her head with her station and societal rules.

“Sure. Nothing but these!” Obsidian Ire continued to pleasure herself with the blunt back edge of her favorite of Pinkie’s blades.

“Or this!” Orange Crush added as she triggered Pinkie’s flamethrower again, finding it comparable to the strength of her own fire.

“And don’t forget those…” Emerald Inferno pointed a talon at Pinkie’s now very ample boobs as she approached her from the front, licking her muzzle again as both smoke and fire from her overheating insides leaked out around her lips. The serpentine dragoness then flared her wings for balance as she lowered her long spine towards Pinkie, dropping to all fours and openly salivating as her nose twitched at the scent coming off her human marehood.

“And that!” Red Hot reached down with a pair of talons to spread Pinkie’s human marehood lips wide for her fellow dragoness. “Enjoy the juice, Emerald, but save some for me!”

“No promises, Hot Stuff! It’s so warm… so sweet…” she licked her muzzle again, then plunged her tongue deep into Pinkie’s depths, who stood there just oooing and basking in the attention and the fun the females were having with her; I could already feel her internal magic surging as Emerald Inferno then rolled over onto her back. She arched her spine up, propping herself on her wide wings to eat out Pinkie from below, while still allowing herself to snake down a set of claws to pleasure her own sex.

“I don’t know what to call your flavor, but I like it, Red Hot… in fact, it goes perfect with Pinkie’s!” she announced as her internal fires built further, causing the edges of her scales to glow even more intensely; her long tongue now darting out repeatedly to take in the nectar of both females at once. “By the magma below, I just can’t get enough! Of either of you…”

“Neither can we!” a breathless Rose Ruby said as she sparred with the much larger Obsidian Ire briefly scythe-to-sword with a clash of metal. It was a surprisingly even match between the bigger and stronger Obsidian and the far faster Rose, which turned the pair on further as their mock fight quickly turned into the two stabbing the blades into the ground and Rose leaping into Ire’s arms.

The latter supported the former easily, positioning her so they could both pleasure themselves with the hilts of their respective weapons while clutching and making out with each other. “You know, she’s right, Ire… we weren’t ever limited to passion seasons or drakes! Why didn’t we realize that before?” she wondered aloud between puffs of pink smoke and flame.

“I don’t know…” the larger black-scaled female replied breathlessly as their different-sized snouts found a way to fit with each other, leaving both their tongues and teeth interlaced in their maws. “But we know it now!”

“Hear that, Miss Hot-and-Horny?” Pinkie called to the blue female as she was eaten out in front by Emerald Inferno and endlessly groped by the talons of Red Hot behind her, who she turned back to exchange a licking kiss with, at least as best as her short human muzzle would allow.

“You heard them! I do have plenty to offer, and so does Rarity over there! Everyone’s having a good time now except you! And don’t pretend it isn’t because you don’t want to!” she challenged, making a show of leaning into the efforts of the two females, reaching back to clutch Red Hot to her by the flanks. “And Ruby? That scythe is yours if you want it! In fact, I’ve got so many of them that you girls can take whatever blades you want!”

“Really? Wow, thanks…” Rose Ruby replied as she next knelt before Obsidian Ire, who propped herself on her thick tail so she could sit back and spread her legs wide while still having a perfect view of the rutting males. “Mmmm…” Rose rumbled happily as she began to lap at the larger dragon female’s fluids, eating her out with increasing abandon as Obsidian Ire laid a set of talons on the back of her head.

“Well, everybody’s now spoken for... except you, Princess!” Pinkie pointed out as Orange Crush put down her Pyro-inspired flamethrower—and I still can’t believe I’m saying that—to join Obsidian Ire and Rose Ruby, sitting on the back of the former’s tail to grind her slit against its ridges while clutching at her from behind; I could just hear that the two were whispering to each other which scene with the rutting drakes they liked the most. “I want everyone to have a good time, especially you! So you tell me—what’ll it take to make you join in?”

“I… c-can’t…” the blue female protested weakly, trying to swallow her own arousal vapors which continually leaked out. She flapped her wings twice, maybe trying to see if she could yet fly away, only to find that they were now too taut to do anything but glide. “W-without you winning me!” she abruptly blurted out the words before she clamped her paws over her mouth again.

“Winning you?” Pinkie repeated as she rested a hand on Emerald’s head.

“Oh, she’s just sayin’ that you need to prove yerself worthy o’ her… like ya haven’t already!” Red Hot explained with a another roll of her eyes as Emerald Inferno became the first female dragon to near climax as she feasted on Pinkie Pie’s sweet and sticky honey, her internal heat and chest glow so fierce I could feel it clear through the portal.

“Worthy, huh? And how do I do that?”

“Like Ah said, most males win us wit’ the strength of thar body o’ flame,” Red Hot explained, her voice starting to slur further as her internal fire likewise burned ever-hotter—let me say again that I had no idea that dragons could get drunk on their own heat and flames! “So you either gotta offer ‘er something she don’ ready have but wants—and she already got everythin’ she could want—or best her in’a contest of heat.”

“That’s right!” The blue female acknowledged, sounding like she was reminding herself of that fact as much as Pinkie. “So you can’t mate with me because you don’t have anything to offer! Nothing I don’t already have!”

“Oh, is that all? Well, guess what, sister! I do have something you don’t have but want—these!” Pinkie thrust her chest into Red Hot’s groping paws again. “So if you want a set of your own, then all you gotta do is join in! ‘Cause it feels like your friends are already getting them!” she pushed back against the red-scaled dragoness behind her for emphasis, grinding her back into the larger female’s chest.

“Getting them…?” Red Hot echoed, though given her sex-and-heat addled state, it took her a couple seconds to catch up mentally with the statement. She then pulled back just enough to realize that her chest was starting to swell provocatively, right beneath her scales. “Wait… wha…?”

“M-Me too…” Emerald Inferno blinked, pausing only briefly from eating out Pinkie to look down her long body. She experimentally ran her talons over the initially gentle curves that were growing over her upper torso, the glow of her body seemingly focused on the visibly bulging area like the internal heat and pressure was somehow creating the change.

Her digits making contact with the beginnings of a nipple that was starting to poke free between the junction of her diamond-patterned scales, she took a series of increasingly ragged breaths at the sensations that greeted her; her bright green flame now spilling uncontrollably from her maw. “And by my fire within, it… feels… feels…!”

Her body tensed hard as she became the first dragoness to climax, emitting a mighty roar that vented her overheated internal furnace in a massive gout of flame, bathing Pinkie and Red Hot in its brilliance briefly.

The massive surge of fire accelerated the evolution of her new form and attributes, and by the time her blowtorch-like orgasm ebbed into the emission of simple smoke, she had acquired a full set of human curves, including larger hips and two prominent chest-mounted reptilian breasts whose size were nearly the equal of Pinkie’s!

* * * * *

Let me pause just briefly to say that the sudden appearances of human-like mammaries on the upright but otherwise reptilian dragon females definitely got Midnight’s attention.

“Remarkable…” she said in genuine surprise but no displeasure as she materialized several bottles of spirits and mixers—I have no idea where they came from unless she had a secret stash in her school lab, or had otherwise obtained them from perhaps her home, summoning them right out of a locked liquor cabinet as she began to mix them in a beaker like a potion. “I admit, I didn’t see that coming!”

“So it wasn’t enough to give us big boobs, but now you’re gonna turn alien races anthro too, Sparkle?” Sugarcoat asked from where she was propped up beside the portal, getting an eyeful of Rarity and Burnt Sienna as well as the rutting drakes; her equine lover had reared up to prop its forehooves on an invisible wall on the same plane as the portal, letting her dangle like a living condom on the uppermost of its two massive stallionhoods while her chest nestled the lower member. “Didn’t think you were into that!”

I have to give her credit—no matter what she saw, no matter how impossibly hard or how deep she was being rutted, and no matter how much she was involuntarily enjoying it, Sugarcoat’s basic personality remained intact, including her propensity for blunt and brutal honesty.

“That was not my doing,” Midnight replied, adding some length and dragon-like ridges to the front of the second equine organ her bespectacled schoolmate was continuing to give head and a boob job to. “At least, not directly.

“It would seem that my magic and mating influence is catalyzing those of others, enabling them to pass on both their sensual desires and physical attributes to otherwise incompatible races,” she echoed my own thoughts about the dragons from earlier.

I have to admit my attraction to her only grew further as I heard her analysis—for she was not only an enormously powerful mage, but she possessed a keen intellect the equal or better of my own! “How interesting! We shall have to do some experimentation to see if the effect goes both ways!”

“We?” Indigo, Sunny and Sugarcoat all chorused derisively. “Oh, so now we’re gonna be a buncha goddamned Guinea Pigs?” Sunny Flare shouted as she squirmed on top of her stone dragon dildo, involuntarily clutching Indigo’s hand to her boob as she stared at the two dragon females marveling at their new ones.

“Well, I could use you three, but in truth, I think I need some new study subjects soon…” Midnight mused with an evil grin, moving the smooth stone dragon phalluses she’d fashioned from the cooled lava closer to each other to allow Indigo and Sunny Flare to press their adjacent mammaries together and make out again, which they did with great gusto despite—or was it because of?—their intense dislike for each other.

“In all honesty, I’m still considering how I’m going to punish a couple classmates that remain. But whatever it is, I’ll make them the subjects of my next experiments, so I’ll give you gracious girls a break for now.”

“How thoughtful!” Indigo snarled around a Prench kiss of Sunny, though they kept their eyes turned to the side, staring into the lava-illuminated portal and all the action on the other side. “You’re a real peach, Sparkle!”

“Careful I don’t change my mind, Indy,” Midnight warned her, though she never lost her grin. “Now keep watching! I so enjoy seeing an expert at work! I want to see how Pinkie Pie will handle that last female…”

* * * * *

“Whoa! Will you look at that!” Pinkie exclaimed as she and an astonished Red Hot stared down at a freshly climaxed Emerald Inferno, whose rapid breathing and quickly cooling barrel gave extra emphasis to her new breasts as they inscribed slow but mirrored circular movements on her still-heaving chest.

“Maybe it was all my juices you slurped up, but it looks like I’ve made an anthro out of you!” she guessed as she brushed away the green soot covering her from the blowtorch-like eruption of jade-shaded fire that the green dragoness had vented when she came.

“Blasphemy…” the blue female mouthed even as she pawed at her own chest to see if she was changing, too. To her relief—or was there some disappointment?—she wasn’t.

“Destiny…” An increasingly intoxicated Red Hot rejoined as she quickly fell to her knees in turn before Pinkie Pie, the edges between her chest scales brightly aglow as her own beginning of a bust was only barely starting to show. “I w-want those too…” she announced as she began to eat Pinkie out with equal abandon as her green-scaled girlfriend had done, who was just starting to stir again.

“Then drink up, Reddie!” Pinkie invited as she climbed on top of Emerald Inferno to begin making out with her, mouth to snout, taking pains to press her breasts into those of the dragoness so the latter could feel what it was like. The reptilian female growled softly in reply and began returning the gesture. She spread her legs and reached back to pry Pinkie’s lips open for her friend, just as Red Hot had done for her, allowing her to eat both of them out at once.

“And be sure you get an eyeful of this, Princess Bluebelle!” Pinkie further called over to the blue female—I was at least certain that wasn’t her name—who watched mesmerized despite her stated disgust, unable to look away as the three reached climax with a series of slurping and kissing sounds in under a minute.

She had a spectacular view as Pinkie and Emerald Inferno arched hard against each other, each bending their spines backwards to show smooth Pink breasts pressed hard against green-scaled ones. Their erect teats touched and tweaked each other as both dragon females erupted with fresh fire, though Red Hot’s was more intense.

She, too, then grew a pair of larger hips and massive mammaries right under her crimson chest scales, attracting the attention of the other dragon females, who watched equally agape as her raptor-like bent-over form turned far more upright and human. They soon began pawing at and making out with each other anew even as they hurriedly checked to see if they were experiencing the same effect, drunk on their own internal heat fed further by their now-irresistible mating urges.

“Whew! That was good—have to say, I really like your tongues!” Pinkie said as she disentangled herself from the two momentarily sated dragonesses; I had the odd but passing thought that given their red-and-green color schemes, a picture of that scene would have made a good Christmas card—as long as you didn’t mind a very adult theme and substituting embers and ashfall for snowfall.

“Embers…” I muttered the strangely compelling word to myself as I watched them waft down around the group. “Now why does that seem familiar…?” The train of thought was lost as Fluttershy climbed on top of me to do the swirl for a second time, at which point, my world was limited yet again to her hot and delicious butterscotch-scented sex.

But despite Pinkie’s fresh climax and newly boosted magic—she was about halfway to full charge, I judged—our favorite party girl was still all business. Of course, in hindsight, that was easy for her, given her business was having fun and helping others to do so.

A goal she was now accomplishing in grand and supremely sensual fashion as she called over to the other three dragonesses, who were still watching in amazement, disappointed to find they didn’t yet have any new attributes of their own. “Hey, girls! You want to grow a pair of these too? Well, I’m guessing you can get it from them, now!” she nodded down at the prone and panting pair, whose draconic sexes oozed an endless stream of nectar.

Needing no further urging, the remaining three females all but fell over each other trying to reach the first two, with Obsidian Ire claiming Red Hot for herself given she was the biggest and oldest of the group.

She sat on her tail again, and then propped the red-scaled female’s legs on her shoulders so she could easily access her swollen lips with her long snout and tongue, all while Rose Ruby and Orange Crush shared Emerald Inferno; their equally long snouts and narrow tongues finding enough space between her legs to mutually lap up her human-like honey.

The latter could only lie there weakly and moan as she just managed to spread her legs wider to allow them easier access. She reached over to grasp Red Hot’s talons as they turned their heads towards each other and began kissing anew as they were orally stimulated by their friends, who also took great and very pleasurable pains to grope and knead the exotic mammalian attributes they had gained.

Obsidian Ire was large enough that she could just reach down with both paws to do so, while Rose Ruby and Orange Crush contented themselves with a single set of claws each on one mound of Emerald’s new rack, using their other set to pleasure their own reptilian marehoods.

Pinkie was not idle while this was going on. She simply went up to the enrapt blue female, whispered something in her ear, and then gently took her claws and led her unresisting form over to the female fivesome to watch closely and immerse her in the sights and smells.

She then hung off her back again as the group reached yet another—and even more intense—collaborative climax with a series of multicolored flame-filled roars that rivaled those of the drakes not far away. A climax that even drew their male eyes briefly as scaled boobs sprouted and swelled beneath previously flat chests; their new teats poking out at their scale junctions with even some suggestion of areola forming as the areas surrounding them noticeably darkened.

Remarkably, when the females stood up again—Obsidian Ire was first to rise, having never left her sitting position, leaving her staring in wonder down at her new bust and cupping her basketball-sized breasts in her claws—I noticed that they’d become far more human like in overall proportions. They now looked almost like comic-book creations out of an adult magazine; an teenage anthrophile’s wet dream.

Regardless, Pinkie’s sex-fueled Harmony magic seemed to have done for them what Rarity already had for Burnt Sienna, serving the same purpose as amassing a hoard and eating gold would normally accomplish: fully matured them into large—and incredibly voluptuous—dragonesses, who were already eagerly availing themselves of their new mammalian attributes, caressing and licking at them while openly sampling each other’s altered nectar with their talons and remarking how sweet—and “cool”?—they all were.

For a moment the wind shifted to come right through the portal; I could have sworn I caught the myriad scents of licorice, citrus, passion fruit, cinnamon and spearmint in addition to the aphrodisiac smokes they emitted, which were equally strengthened; just a whiff of them was enough to send my head spinning anew and my muzzle diving deeper into Fluttershy’s muff.

And if you’re reading this, you get just one guess as to which dragon a given scent belonged to. And as to how I know for certain… well, keep reading.

“Come on, Princess…” The now-eight-and-a-half foot tall Obsidian Ire stepped forth to present herself to the blue dragoness on behalf of the other females. She modeled her new form and took pains to show off her gargantuan globes, resting a set of claws on her hip and a second on the upper curve of one of her brand-new breasts. “I can tell you want this new form, too. So don’t be shy!” she all but purred as she licked her snout suggestively, stepping forth until the blue female was staring her new bust in the face.

She next reached down to spread her lips wide, showing the glistening wetness and pink flesh inside her, drawing the Princess’s gaze instantly downward and causing her tongue to dart out towards it, tasting Ire’s newly sweetened scent in the air itself. “If you want all this, you know what you have to do...”

For a moment, I thought the sorely tempted blue female was going to fall to her knees, but yet again, she summoned just enough will to pull back. “N-no…” she said again, shaking her head sharply. “I c-can’t… n-not yet…”

Pinkie put on a pouting tone. “Still resisting? Wow, you’re a tough nut to crack!” she noted, not even remotely disappointed. “So what’s the problem now, Princess?” she asked, stepping to Obsidian Ire’s side, who affectionately leaned into her from above, pillowing Pinkie’s head between her black-scaled breasts.

Pinkie responded by reaching up with her arms to circle the taller dragon’s head while Obsidian Ire responded by reaching beneath her shoulders to lovingly caress the curves of her chest.

“Eh, she’s just scared,” the black-scaled female noted from above Pinkie, her tone far less intoxicated than before, perhaps because her excess heat was finally vented. “Of what, I don’t know, but you’re fooling nodragon, Princess! If you want these? You can have them too!” she gave Pinkie’s boobs an affectionate squeeze, earning a contented purr. “Like I said, you know what you have to do…”

I’d imagine Pinkie was allowing the groping not just because she enjoyed it, but for the effect it was continuing to have on the last unaltered female, who for the first time was showing a faint glow between her chest scales. It was a sign of both intense arousal and—though I wasn’t sure at this point if it was a coincidence—something that had preceded the materialization of mammaries, even before climax.

“Stop fighting it, Princess! You want her? You can have her! You can have us! All of us! You can have all the rutting you want!” Red Hot added her own enticement as she exchanged licks and gropes with Emerald Inferno and Rose Ruby to either side of her; of the group, she and Ire seemed the most talkative and the natural leaders of the five, I had already noted, perhaps due to the fact they had the largest size.

“B-but…” Reeling, the blue female staggered back with a fresh puff of sensual smoke only to bump right into Orange Crush, who had carefully positioned herself behind her and caught her. By accident or design, the collision caused the stumbling Princess’s snout to be plunged hard into her friend’s scaled cleavage, earning an involuntary lick of them before she hurriedly pushed away with a fresh flush to her cheeks and intensified glow of her chest.

But Midnight’s mating magic and attendant probability alteration aura struck again as her claws found and closed briefly on Orange Crush’s new breasts, who smiled and puffed herself up to give them more surface area, briefly holding her Princess’s reptilian paws to them.

They stayed there for only two tantalizing seconds, even momentarily squeezing the mammalian mounds before they were yanked back in panic by the blue-hued dragon princess, causing her shaky legs to give way. She fell weak-kneed before the orange-hued female with a rockadile-like face, finding her snout suddenly poised before her friend’s swollen and steaming sex.

“That’s right, Princess…” Orange Crush moved up to press her slit into the blue female’s twitching nose. “It’s all yours… and everything that comes with it.” She cupped the other female’s chin to hold it in place, causing her to noticeably drool.

And yet, she overcame her enormous temptation once more. “No!” she shouted again as she pulled away. You know, I really have to give her credit—even as affected as she was, she still had the willpower to not lick out, perhaps knowing that if she did so, she would pass the point of no return. “Don’t you all understand? I can’t! Because… because I’m still not won…” she looked on the verge of crying, burying her snout in her claws.

“Not won?” Pinkie echoed, looking up at the black dragoness behind her.

“She means that she wants to be won, first,” Obsidian Ire explained, for the first time taking on a tone of concern. “You have to understand that she’s really big on tradition, just like her sire. Like we said before, dragon females normally only award mating privileges to the strongest and wealthiest drakes. But since wealth is out given her dad’s hoard, she’s saying she has to be bested in a fire-based challenge… somehow.”

Pinkie blinked at that. “Oh, is that all? But that’s easy!” she claimed, and I wondered how that could possibly be; even the other dragons exchanged surprised and uncertain looks.

At the time, I had no idea why she was so confident or what she was thinking; I admit I was half-worried that given all her other creations, she was going to produce a tactical nuke. “Red Hot over there said I had to beat you in a contest of heat, so let’s make a bet, Miss ‘Princess’—If I can give you something so hot that you can’t handle it, then you stop fighting it! Then you have to have sex with us!” Pinkie offered.

“Oh, please.” The blue female rolled her eyes, summoning up some attitude again; her annoyance didn’t seem to be feigned, either. “Maybe Obsidian there could hold her own against me, but I’m the daughter of the Dragon Lord himself! My blue flame burns the hottest of all dragons!So you think I can’t take a little heat?”

“You can’t!” Pinkie promised with a sly grin. “Not the heat I have!”

“Spare me. You can’t even breathe fire, human, and that curious contraption of yours that Orange Crush was playing with doesn’t count! So what makes you think you could beat me?” She blew out some blue smoke and flame from her nostrils for emphasis; though the latter seemed to be affected by her overwhelming arousal given the edges of it were pink. “I admit I’m ripe for the taking, but only to a worthy drake...or dragoness!” She blinked in surprise as she said the last word.

To me, she seemed shocked that she had said all that out loud—admitted her vulnerability and desire to all. But the quaver of her voice told me that she was doing so because she was desperately hoping she was wrong. Hoping that Pinkie could somehow best her so she could finally—finally—indulge her unleashed urges with a clear conscience, knowing she was acting in accordance with dragon law.

It was only then I caught up fully with the rest of her statement: She’s the daughter… of the DRAGON LORD? With that realization, I finally remembered where I’d seen her—I’d met her during my one visit to the dragon lands all those years ago as Celestia’s student!

She’d been present with her father to greet us when we arrived, but neither of us wanted to be there for the summit between Celestia and her full-grown sire, Dragon Lord Titanium Torch, who was the longtime leader of their clan. We’d barely spoken and pointedly ignored each other the whole time after being introduced. But what was her name again…?

I didn’t have time to consider the question as my attention shifted back over to Rarity and the drakes, with the former now inviting all the male dragons to share her, though she still favored the much larger and better endowed Burnt Sienna. She laid him on his back in a shallow part of the lava pond while inviting him to take her under the proverbial tail, letting the other drakes position themselves about her to take her mouth, marehood and mammaries.

I might have paid her more mind as she proceeded to do for the rest of the drakes what she’d already done for Burnt Sienna, but Pinkie’s impossible claim took precedence as the gleam in her eyes grew. “Okay, Miss High-and-Mighty-Daughter-of-the-Dragon-Lord, is it a bet?”

The Princess gave her a deliberately disdainful look despite her chest glow and puffed vapors, to say nothing of the honey now running in rivulets down the grooves of her thigh scales. “Sure. And if I win, you take your fake firebreather and mammalian milk producers back where they came from!” she challenged with a coy grin of her own, crossing her forearms, I think in part to keep herself from digging her talons into her crotch.

The other females oooed as Pinkie smirked; I’m pretty sure she recognized it as the goad it was—dragons did like to insult each other, I’d noted even from my visit years earlier. “Okay!” she said, then reached down into a steaming fissure with both hands. There was a sharp snapping sound, and when her hands reemerged, her right was wrapped in a thin vinyl glove and holding… an unwrapped chocolate cupcake with swirls of red and orange frosting. “Eat this.”

“That’s it? That’s your challenge?” The blue dragoness instantly went from barely hopeful to deeply disappointed.

“Yep-yep! You have to eat it and keep it down without help! Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned or anything. It’s just made of both granulated and powdered sugar, flour, cocoa, a touch of salt, smoky paprika, egg, butter, baking powder… oh, and one other thing.” Her hair fell flat and the evil glint returned to her eyes, causing the other dragonesses to blink and take an involuntary step back from her. “But since you’re a mean and mighty dragon, I’m sure you could take it!”

The Princess stared at her in disbelief as she listened to the ingredient list recited. “I eat minerals, not vegetables! Or anything that has to do with mammary fluids!”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Pinkie waggled a finger at her. “I have it on good authority from a drake-turned-dog I know that dragons love sweets, never mind how much your sisters here enjoyed my juices! So what are you afraid of, Princess? You accepted the bet, right? So just pop it in your muzzle and chew!” she dared again, holding it closer in a gloved hand. “But if you do, you have to hold out without eating or drinking anything else for a full five minutes!”

“Oh, my…” Fluttershy looked up briefly from eating me out. “Sunset? Is that cupcake what I think it is?” she asked me earnestly.

“Let me see…” I rolled over the top of her to get a better look, grimacing when I did. “Yep, that’s the one.” I winced, feeling a remembered sting in my throat as I’d managed just a single bite of one... and then the following day on the other end, given it had hurt severely both going in, and later going out!

“Oh, dear…” Fluttershy said from between my legs. “That poor dragon…”

“You said it…” I replied as I resumed lapping at her labia. “She doesn’t know it, but Pinkie’s already won.”

“Come on, Princess! Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” The other five females began chanting, forming a ring around her and Pinkie.

The blue dragoness flushed red again, this time from what I sensed was a mixture of anger and thwarted desire. “Fine! If it’ll end this farce…” She took it in her talons, sniffed at it once and then tossed it up and into her maw, chewing it a few times before swallowing while making sure to use her tongue to lap up the remaining frosting from her lips.

She’d blinked once when the taste hit her—I knew from experience it didn’t taste much different from a regular cupcake at first, of which Pinkie’s were very good—but she otherwise put on an unimpressed air. “There. Happy? It’s sickeningly soft and sweet… just like you!” she accused.

“Wait for it…” Pinkie instructed with a growing grin, carefully tearing off her vinyl glove before tossing it into the lava pit, which destroyed it immediately. “Don’t worry, it’s coming… and shortly, you will be too!”

“Sure I will. You lose, so now you have to…” the Princess trailed off suddenly as the promised effect began to hit her, just as had happened with me so many weeks earlier. She then gaped and opened her snout wide, with uncharacteristic bright red flames replacing her normally deep blue fire.

“W-what?” she shouted in shock and horror as she quickly discovered that her body’s natural defenses against fire and other forms of heat were no match for the chemical known to humans as capsaicin, which in the amount she’d just received, was like a blowtorch on her otherwise heat-immune esophagus.

For Pinkie’s cupcake had been her entry into a contest the local restaurants had been running when a spicy food convention was in town. Every single eatery had been challenged to create something hot enough that even the staunchest stomachs would be burned, and if you came up with an item so spicy that even their heat-loving judges couldn’t finish it, you won a special plaque and a $1,000 prize.

The cupcake Pinkie had fed the blue female was what she’d come up with for Sugar Cube Corner’s entry into the affair, which had at least earned them an honorable mention and some free advertising, though not first place to Pinkie’s great disappointment. I’d had just one small bite of its sweet but fiery frosting and deeply regretted it; worse, Pinkie had made sure to film my reaction so she could post it to the school’s social media boards later.

For the secret ingredient she’d so coyly concealed was the concentrated and carefully extracted essence… of a ghost pepper!

“So what’s the matter, Princess?” Our still-flat-haired friend gloated over crossed arms as the blue female clutched at her snout and throat, quickly finding that she couldn’t just burn it away no matter how much flame she expelled; even the other females had to step back from the smoke and vapor she was venting, which made their eyes water and burned the insides of their noses. “I thought you said you could take a little heat!”

“I… I... ” Her orange eyes streamed tears. “Need… water…” she croaked hoarsely as she fell to her knees, causing the other females to look at each other in shock. I understood their reaction to the request, at least—dragons normally never drank water because it temporarily quenched their internal fire, leaving them unable to breathe it! “By my father's flame, make... it... stop!”

“Sorry, sister, but if you want it to stop, then water won’t help! Only this will!” Pinkie then produced a full jug of whole milk; for the record, I’d had to down an entire large glass of one after my single taste of cupcake frosting just to suppress the fire enough to make it tolerable. “It’s whole milk, straight from the udder! Too bad you said you don’t drink mammary fluids!” she dangled it in front of her nose. “It’ll cool the heat, but for the record, if you accept this before your five minutes are up? You lose the bet!”

“B-but…” The blue female stared at it through watering orange eyes. To her credit, she tried to resist reaching for it at first, shaking her head violently once in an expression of denial. But in the end, either to end her torment or out of a simple desire to surrender so she could finally indulge her passions, she did so before even a single minute was up, grabbing at it and upending it into her open snout as the other females cheered Pinkie’s victory and clapped her affectionately on the back.

After she’d drunk it all and left her chin and chest covered in spilled milk, the dragon Princess trembled, staggered forward, and then collapsed in Pinkie’s arms. “You… win.”

“Aw, she’s all tuckered out!” Pinkie said in disappointment, her hair going floofy again as she looked up to the portal. “Just be glad I couldn’t get hold of a Carolina Reaper pepper, or you’d be in even more pain! But at least then I would’ve won that spicy food contest for sure!” she groused mildly, then lit back up and turned her attention to Midnight. “Hey, Middie! Could you fix the Princess up? That ghost pepper cupcake took a lot out of her, and the milk only does so much!”

“After such an impressive display and the superb stratagem you employed? Of course, my cunning and clever Pinkie Pie!” a pleased Midnight Sparkle answered instantly—if she shared anything in common with Princess Twilight, it was that she loved to have her abilities and aura be called upon.

“Be assured that even a million Scoville units are no match for my magic! And don’t worry—I won’t do anything to her other than cleanse her of the capsaicin and heal the minor damage to her digestive tract. The art and act of enhancing her… I leave to you!” she promised, and she then zapped the blue female with her magic, causing her to blink once and then sigh in relief, followed by her staring up at Pinkie in wonder. “Enjoy her! And for as much as I'm enjoying watching, make sure she enjoys you!”

“Don’t worry, Middie—I will! Better, Princess?” Pinkie then asked the blue female in a far more friendly tone, helping her up.

“B-better…” she confirmed, licking her lips and chin a few times, lapping up the remaining milk while staring at Pinkie Pie in both awe and rekindled desire, which she no longer held back. “You w-won. And b-by the terms of the challenge…”

She dropped to her knees before Pinkie Pie. “I’m yours!” she announced as the other females roared their approval, releasing celebratory gouts of flame as the blue female grasped Pinkie’s flanks and her tongue lapped out to taste her sweet-scented snatch for the very first time.