Unleash the Magic - Midnight Rising

I have to say, I’ve seen and done a lot in my nineteen years of life on both sides of the portal, from a sun-controlling Alicorn trying to teach me life lessons I wasn’t ready for, to nearly incinerating myself once trying to gain enough power to overthrow her.

Fertile Fields: Say WHAT now? You nearly burned yourself to a crisp?

Fluttershine: Oh, my. That sounds awful.

Hyperdash: Okay, for as much as I want to see this big battle you’ve been promising us, I definitely wanna hear more about that!

Sugar High: Seconded! And THIRDED! Do tell! Do tell!

Daydream: Pass. It’s just not a pleasant memory, girls. All I’ll say about it is that I had to be saved from it by someone else, and the failure was so painful both physically and mentally—no joke, I nearly died—that it was a big part of what spurred me to leave Equestria and start over on Earth. The reason I bring it up now is to say I thought I’d seen it all even before coming here, only to keep learning over and over that I had no real clue.

Fertile Fields: Well, reckon that’s life in a nutshell, Sugarcube. And reckon we had no clue before we met you or the Princess! Sorry you had to go through all that, but I’m sure glad it led you here.

Daydream: Thanks, AJ. I’d hug you if you were here with me right now. And if I wasn’t rock hard from writing this.

Fertile Fields: No problem. Just save it for when we hook up tomorrow morning!

Hyperdash: ‘Hook up’?

Crystal Queen: APPLEJACK!

Fertile Fields: What? No! I didn’t mean it like that! Honest!

Sugar High: Aw… why not? Then we could ALL join in!

Crystal Queen: PINKIE PIE!

Daydream: *clears throat* Yeah. I think it’s best to just end this thread and move on…

And yet, for as powerful as the alicorn Celly was, it was Queen Molyneux of the Gryphon Kingdom—and before you say anything again about me spelling ‘griffon’ that way, Rarity, I’m using the traditional spelling to honor her—that I think I feared and respected a lot more back then. Because unlike Princess Celestia, she had me pegged immediately as a selfish and unworthy student, giving me exactly the treatment that my arrogant and power-hungry thirteen-year-old self deserved.

And thus, the sight of her suddenly growing to adult dragon size and now looming over me was more than a little disconcerting, if not outright terrifying. I couldn’t help but clutch onto Fluttershy for protection, suddenly praying that Moly wouldn’t look through the now eye-level portal and see me. Why? Because—no joke—I was sure that if she did, she’d reach through the portal to grab me and…

Well, let’s just say that I was just as terrified as tantalized by the thoughts running through my head at what she might do under the influence of Midnight’s mating aura, especially given that Midnight didn’t like me. Fortunately, Moly couldn’t see me and it was Vesuvius who held all her attention just then.

“And now, arrogant and unworthy Dragon Lord, for the loyalty of my cubs and control of my Kingdom, let us determine who will rule and who will serve!”

Sugar High: YAY! It’s a real-life Kaiju fight! GO MOLY GO!

Fertile Fields: Whoa nellie! I definitely don’t remember this! It’s the Attack of the Fifty-Foot Moly!

Sugar High: Oh! I loved that old B-movie! And you guys should see the equally old X-rated version of it I found! It’s a TOTAL classic!

Fertile Fields: Hard pass, Pinkie. With emphasis on hard right now as I’m starting to recollect just a bit of this. I know you’re a mite afraid of her, Sunny, but I gotta say that Queen Moly is my kind of gal. And reckon this story is a better show than any old movie, Pinkie!

Crystal Queen: On that, we agree, Applejack! My word… so Queen Molyneux had her mages cast an enlargement spell on herself so she could challenge the Dragon Lord and duel him for control of her Kingdom directly? Such courage! Such wonderful strength of will! Even if part of me hopes the dragons triumph, I must admit that she is a lady I can respect! I must also say that I rather like the griffon sense of décor, too… Might we go to Equestria to meet her someday, Sunset?

Daydream: She doesn’t actually live in Equestria, Rarity. The land the Kingdom occupies is named Aresia, which is basically what Europe is called over there. Their capital city of Arnau is roughly located on what would be the west-facing slopes of the southern Alps, not far from where the Italian border with France is. But instead of the Alps, they call it the Falcine mountain range.

Crystal Queen: I see. Geography has never been an interest of mine, but as I have always wanted to see the sights and styles of Europe, that only makes me wish to visit all the more!

Sugar High: Oh! Me too! And I’d LOVE to see their blacksmiths and visit the old military museums there! FIELD TRIP!

Daydream: I don’t know, gang. The griffons are surrounded by several potential enemies and generally don’t allow folks to just waltz in—especially alien apes. We’d have to make arrangements through the Equestrian embassy, and even if we could finagle an invitation, Princess Twilight isn’t that big on the idea of humans coming to Tellus right now.

She fears further destabilization of the damaged interdimensional boundaries after the Friendship Games and all the time travel she did fighting the mare named Starlight Glimmer. She says we have to give things some time to heal, and for that reason, she’s not coming here either for a bit.

Fluttershine: Oh, my. Poor Flash. He’ll miss her so much.

Daydream: Yeah, but it’s only temporary. Twilight says that the boundaries should be back to normal by mid-summer or so, right around the time we’re heading for Camp Everfree. And as for Flash, the Princess gave him a book like mine so they can communicate. I think he’s on it even more than his phone now.

Crystal Queen: How romantic! He truly is quite the smitten kitten!

Daydream: That he is. But hey, don’t be disappointed, Rarity—how about we meet the Moly here? May interest you all to know that she was a big part of the reason I enrolled at CHS instead of Kingdom Academy. Because I knew that if Headmistress Moly was anything like her Griffon Kingdom counterpart, she’d see right through me and recognize me as a troublemaker immediately. And that there was no way in either the Earth or Tellusian underworlds that she’d let me get away with all the stuff I wanted to.

Crystal Queen: Hmmm… I rather like that idea. Perhaps our Principals would care to introduce us? Then again, I fear not being able to restrain our… excitement among them if we remember what they did with students and staff alike! To say nothing of the fact that they ended up even better endowed than we.

Fertile Fields: You jealous, filly?

Crystal Queen: Hardly, darling! The drakes of Ember’s clan worshiped me as a goddess for my female attributes alone, so what do I care about my male ones being inferior to those of our Principals? Especially since mine still put most to shame and just like the dragons, I have two instead of one!

Sugar High: So do I! And I can’t WAIT to use them on Ember again!

Hyperdash: On Ember? I really don’t get what you see in that dragon girl, Pinkie. Yeah, she’s a cutie, but she’s also a total Tsundere!

Fertile Fields: Uh, correct me if I’m wrong, but you ain’t exactly one to talk when it comes to Gilda, girlfriend.

Sugar High: Exactly! And as for Ember, she not only reminds me of my sister Limestone, but that’s what makes breaking her down so much FUN!

Fluttershine: Oh, um. I liked her. She didn’t seem mean, just a little afraid of getting too close to others and disappointing her father. And I can remember that she really liked my scent, too.

Crystal Queen: Just your ‘scent’, darling? Don’t think I didn’t notice how you two ended up after we all got our futahoods and Sunset ascended!

Fertile Fields: Spoilers, Rares! Given what—and who—I was doing just then, I sure didn’t notice that!

Spoilers indeed, though again, who’s reading this except us? I’m resuming writing this the next day before class as my friends are gathered around me in the library. For the record, I noticed the two of you too, Flutters—then again, I noticed pretty much everything when I finally ascended! It was an amazing display, but this is one instance where I don’t think it’s my place to tell it. So, if you want that tale told, I think you should do it yourself, filly!

But while we’re mulling that over—and you should see Fluttershy blush! Let’s get back to the story.

* * * * *

I have to say, Vesuvius was struck speechless as she beheld Moly’s new adult dragon size, and so was just about everyone watching.

Even though I was half-petrified at that point, I can still remember that pretty much all activity across every portaI I could see halted, except the one to our favorite Blue-scaled drakina’s dragon lands, as everycreature—that’s once again the Tellusian word, and sorry, Rarity, but I’m using it here. If you don’t want to see it with a red wavy underline, then the ‘Ignore all’ or ‘Add to dictionary’ options are your friends! —stopped what they were doing to watch, even if they were mid-sex.

And as for that portal, its drake and drakina denizens were less than impressed, watching through a freshly opened rift into the throne room which seemed to be one-way again, since nobody on the griffon side reacted to it.

“By the Ancient Dragon Lords… is that Vesuvius facing off with the magically enlarged griffon queen?” Obsidian Ire asked in distaste as she stretched her neck and squinted through the portal, then sneered despite the snouts of two drakes eating her out from below, leaning against her legs like she was a goddess and stroking themselves as they worshiped her steaming slit with their long, forked tongues. “If so, he’s being an overconfident idiot. Again.”

“I’m not surprised,” a hissing Orange Crush said as she was hoisted between two drakes, with all four phalluses sunk inside her slit. “When told of his ascension to lord of his clan, our Dragon Lord said he was much too young and immature to rule.”

“Of course he is. He’s only eight hundred years old but thinks he’s the magma’s gift to drakes,” Emerald Inferno rejoined from where she was mashing chests and making out with Red Hot while drawing each other’s tails between their legs. “By the Ancient Dragon Lords, he’s so arrogant and embarrassing to behold sometimes. I’m glad he’s not our Lord. I have never met the griffons, but I find their forms pleasing and hope that Queen of theirs puts him in his place. Don’t you agree, Princess?”

When I didn’t hear her reply—yes, I know her name now, Fluttershy, but I’m saving it for when I finally remember it and we have our little reunion in the story—I glanced over to see what she was doing.

To my surprise and delight—and for as standoffish as she was back in the day, I sure didn’t mind the sight of her being sexually submitted, either! —she was lying beneath both Pinkie Pie and Rarity, eating out the former while her two human lovers made out over her chest with one hand on each other’s boobs and the other on hers.

“Sorry, but her mouth’s a little full at the moment!” Pinkie replied jovially as all our favorite tsundere could do was spread Pinkie’s cheeks wider so she could dive deeper. “And wow, her tongue can go really far in!”

Hyperdash: Whoa. I completely missed all that while watching Moly. Have to say, for as much as the princess wasn’t my type, that’s kinda hot… ACK! Dammit, I’m in chemistry class and Trixie’s sitting right next to me! I can’t go futa now!

Fertile Fields: Seeing this only now after school hours. Just what the hay were you doing checking this doc out in class, Rainbow? And why haven’t you been answering texts?

Daydream: Getting in trouble, from what I heard, for not paying attention. Trixie told me during gym that Ms. Zecora sent you to Vice Principal Luna’s office after catching you on your myPhone during her lecture? And since you’re still offline, I take it that she confiscated it as punishment?

Sugar High: Oops! BUSTED!

Fluttershine: Oh, my. I hope Luna wasn’t too hard on you, Rainbow. I know how big a stickler she is about not being on phones in class.

Hyperdash: I’m back, gang. Sorry to be silent there. Yeah, she took my phone. And to answer your question, well, uh… not like that, but ‘hard’ might still be the word for it?

Crystal Queen: Oh, REALLY? Then do tell, darling! We’re all ears!

Sugar High: Yes! Tell! TELL!

Hyperdash: I, uh… had to show her what I was looking at, and when she started reading, she got really red-cheeked and forgot I was there for a minute, saying something under her breath I didn’t catch about Nightmare Moon’s guitar again.

I swear I heard fabric tearing below the level of the desk followed by a heavy thump before she remembered I was there and dismissed me, keeping my phone and telling me to report for a two-hour detention cleaning up the library after school. I only got it back at the end, and there’s bad news, girls—Celly and Lulu now want to talk to ALL of us!

Fertile Fields: Hoo boy. Looks like the cat’s out of the bag. So how are we gonna explain this one, Sunset?

Daydream: You know, I was always afraid of this getting out, but it felt like I was going to burst if I didn’t tell the story of what really happened at the Friendship Games, even if it was just to a private file that only I would ever read.

Well, guess we’re all busted now, so the only thing we can really do is tell them the truth. And hope that the futa effect is limited to them since they got nearly as massive a dose of magic as we did. In the meantime, I’m not stopping my writing until I get off at least once more. Otherwise, I’m not going to be able to sleep if I’m pitching a tent all night!

Fertile Fields: You and me both, filly! I’ve finished my chores and homework, so let the good times roll!

“She can?” Rarity sounded intrigued as Pinkie praised the Princess’s oral performance, straddling the dragon lord daughter’s lower belly where her slit could drip honey right into that of the drakina’s. “Then our beautiful blue-scaled tsundere is both a lovely lady and an excellent lover, darling. If you are both willing, I should wish to switch places with you to try her tongue myself,” she requested between passionate kisses.

“No problem! We’ll trade just as soon as she gets me off!” Pinkie promised breathlessly as a sudden rupture of the ground behind them showered them with fresh molten lava that simply sloughed off their forms harmlessly. It didn’t make it through the rift to CHS, hitting it and then running down off it like water on a window. At least Midnight was making sure everyone on our side of the portal that didn’t have anti-heat enchantments were protected!

Rarity waited to reply until she’d rubbed some of the remaining molten matter into her skin again, taking pains to pool it in the crevice where her breasts were smooshed hard against Pinkie’s. “Ah, this magma is so deliciously warm and soothing to the skin… but as for that so-called Dragon Lord Vesuvius, he is clearly anything but a gentledrake to just barge in and demand the Queen surrender her cubs and kingdom! I find him little more than a boastful brute. Completely unlike the cultured and well-mannered dragon clan here!” she pronounced before two of the drakes stood before her and Pinkie Pie and presented their twin phalluses to be grasped and sucked.

“You said it!” Pinkie agreed as their mouths were shortly filled with dragon meat, though all eyes remained on the show through the rift. “I don’t know you, but give him the what-for, Queenie! He’s giving dragons a bad name!” Her words were soon echoed by the drakes and drakinas around them, who watched even as they continued to rut, with some of the adolescents making bets with gems and illicit acts as to the victor.

But yet again, Vesuvius and Moly didn’t notice anything except each other, oblivious even to the audiences they could see. “I do not wish to hurt you, my fertile but volatile Queen Molyneux. Far from it, in fact, under the influence of our patron’s godlike alicorn aura. But if you wish a duel, then I will happily submit you in front of your subjects. Let them see your sexual subjugation and witness how easily your body is claimed and your will is broken by the dual drakehoods of a Dragon Lord.”

“Oh, don’t worry. They will see their Queen’s mettle,” a glowering Moly replied with a grin that was somehow equal parts angry and alluring, giving Midnight a brief glance and glower. “For turning my city and throne room into the ancient equine court of Coltugula, I will deal with our so-called patron in due course. But she is not my immediate concern—YOU are, unworthy excuse for a Dragon Lord.” She raised her talons and loudly cracked both sets of knuckles before him; the noise was loud enough to be unpleasant as it echoed throughout the chamber.

“I see,” he replied in a note of amusement, crossing his arms to idly regard her. “I know not how you think you could challenge an alien alicorn even in this form, but it is of no concern. As both our races use rites of combat in mating, I am more than happy to duel you for the right to rut and rule. But let us be clear on the stakes, my gloriously grown and gorgeous griffon Queen.” He paused long enough to grin toothily, though he also couldn’t resist a slow lick of his snout, leaving me wondering if he was savoring the sight of her or the alliteration of his own turn of phrase.

“And they are…?” As always, Moly was unimpressed, duplicating his posture by crossing her forelegs over her chest. The pose was slightly awkward given she had some trouble not laying them on top of her truly impressive boobs, which by this time each looked large enough to fill an entire tanker truck.

Her pose earned a snicker from Vesuvius, causing Moly to flush further. But she didn’t move her arms away. “When I win, you and your entire nation will submit to my rule, and your subjects will likewise submit to the sensual whims of my kindred, whether adult or cub alike,” he said, earning a series of loud cheers from his adolescents and outright roars from the other adult dragons of his clan scattered throughout the city of Arnau, availing themselves of every griffon beak, nest, teat and tail that they could. “Though in truth, it would only be formalizing the arrangement that already exists.”

He nodded through the portal at the Hall of Heroes, where griffon cubs and adults alike continued to be claimed and the sensualized statues of heroes past desecrated with coatings of dragon cum one by one, and better yet, the drakes and drakinas had started to make their way into the Chamber of Champions—or excuse me, the Vault of Virility.

Availing themselves of griffon and pony sculptures alike—I was pleased to see that they recognized and respected the statue of Fell Flight even as they took great pains to claim the open and offered orifices of Firefly and her sister; no surprise given Fell Flight had helped liberate their lands back in the days of Dragon Lord Diabla—they made just as big a mess of them as they had the main hall sculptures, generally not caring who the targets of their lust were.

They had even brought some cubs with them and seemed to be training them in proper oral pleasuring as their parents watched; the two mothers I had noted previously were both present offering encouragement as their offspring were placed on the presented phalluses of the various sculptures, presented with a succession of drake spears and drakina slits in turn.

They loved it, and as I watched, a griffon father was made to sit on the lap of the drake and given his own young daughter to screw. Though shocked, he didn’t resist and neither did she as the drake pushed her down on him; before long both were calling the other’s name.

Meanwhile, several adolescents had descended on the classroom I had seen previously and were now having their way with the teacher and students alike; they seemed to particularly favor the Caleponian foals for having larger boobs and more accommodating bodies. Their teacher wasn’t immune either; she was currently impaled on the end of the adult dragon drakehood that was still slipped into the room through a now-widened rift while other dragons helpfully pulled her down on top of it.

Regardless, every single cub and foal in that room was being groped, stroked or outright rutted at that point, and not one of them seemed to mind, unable to get enough of dragon spunk or slits.

Fertile Fields: Okay, I don’t know about the rest of y’all, but I admit I’m having some serious trouble not getting turned on at that whole scene, and it’s bothering me a lot.

Hyperdash: I’m with you, AJ. This is just… yeah. I don’t want to be turned on by that!

Sugar High: Speak for yourself, Dashie! I LOVE it! Don’t you agree, Rarity?

Hyperdash: Huh? No answer? What happened to her?

Fertile Fields: Uh, y’all? I just got a text with a picture snapped by her phone lying on her bed. It was pointed up at Rares while she was, well, getting off to whatever was on the tablet she was holding. And whoa nellie, she’s doing her double dongs between her own boobs!

Daydream: Oops. I got it too. Damn, girl…

Fluttershine: Oh, my. We all did. And she looks so happy.

Hyperdash: Yep, my phone just dinged. Looks like she somehow butt-dialed our group chat—and look at her with both futa cocks out! I’ll tease her something fierce about this later, but in the meantime, you don’t seem too upset at all the cubs, Fluttershy?

Fluttershine: Oh. Well, no, not really. I mean, if they enjoyed it and it only happened under magical compulsion, then I don’t see why it’s bad. Especially since they don’t remember it now. And besides, most of my animals start having sex early. So why is it wrong for griffons and ponies?

Fertile Fields: Because they ain’t animals, filly. They’re—what’s the word? Say-pee-ant? Ain’t gonna even try to spell it properly.

Daydream: Sapient, AJ. In other words, they’re all intelligent and self-aware. That’s my main hang-up, too.

Crystal Queen: ACK! My sincerest apologies to all! I did not mean to take that picture or send it to you! And how did that happen just by dropping my phone onto my bed?

Fertile Fields: Don’t know, filly, but I don’t mind! Just be glad you sent it to us and not your sister or one of the school groups.

Sugar High: Don’t be sorry! I LOVE it! You should take dirty pics of yourself more often!

Hyperdash: Welcome back, ‘filly’. Don’t tell me that you were getting off on all that cub stuff!

Crystal Queen: It wasn’t that, darling. Or not just that. It was… well, I suddenly imagined it was my younger sister and the rest of the DST being turned into ‘tuck toys’ by the dragons, just as the griffon and pony younglings were. And when I visualized them like that…

Fertile Fields: Urk! Now I’m imagining Apple Bloom the same way!

Hyperdash: And Scootaloo! Dammit, Rarity, now I’m rock hard and can’t stop fantasizing about her being swept up in all that! It’s a huge turn-on and I don’t even understand why!

Sugar High: Don’t fight it, gang! It’s a GREAT fantasy! And just imagine if Middie had opened a portal from the dragon lands into their old HEDGE clubhouse when Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara were also there, along with Rumble and Button Mash! And better yet, they’d been watching those hentai I’d been slipping them!

Fluttershine: Oh, my. I really like that.

Crystal Queen: ACK!

Fertile Fields: But… that’s…

Hyperdash: NononoNONO!

Daydream: Fuuuuu…

* * * * *

So, yeah. It’s now the wee hours of the morning, as we all got off almost instantly to the fantasy and fell asleep after. You know, for as much as I like these awesome equine cocks of ours, it’s a bit harder to clean up after than when we were just girls. But damn, is the male form of release satisfying… sorry, Rarity.

Crystal Queen: Just this once, I won’t hold a vulgar word against you, darling. For I share the same sentiment!

Hyperdash: Yeah, it’s fun, even for as much as I hate admitting I got off to the idea of the entire group of them getting it like that. Why is that a turn-on? I don’t get it, but that aside, I really wish we could just get off as girls again. I mean, do we HAVE to go futa every time we get excited, Sunset? Kinda like to at least have a choice in the matter, you know?

Daydream: In theory, we don’t have to, given this is a magical transformation. At least for ponies and other Tellusian creatures, they can’t happen if the host rejects it. So with a little practice, we should be able to figure out how to suppress it when we don’t want it.

Fertile Fields: Well, reckon we’re gonna be getting plenty of practice for as endlessly horny as we all are!

Daydream: Maybe, but do you guys really want to continue this? Tomorrow’s a school day, after all, and we still have that meeting with Celly and Lulu to worry about.

Fertile Fields: Honestly? Think I’d rather go in there only after being spent enough so we don’t accidentally pop our collective boners in front of them!

Hyperdash: She’s got a good point, gang. I say we take as much of the edge off as we can, first. And that means, more Moly!

Sugar High: More Moly! MORE MOLY!

Crystal Queen: I believe I must concur. To borrow Rainbow’s and Pinkie’s phrase, more MOLY!

Daydream: More Moly it is. I’m not sure it’ll have that effect, but okay…

After Vesivius made a sweeping motion with his foreleg to show the various rifts around them, through which adult dragons had turned even griffon cubs into cock sleeves or stuffed them into slits, Moly stood unimpressed.

Even in her ascended state, for lack of a better term, she wasn’t as big or powerful-looking as Vesuvius, who stood a full head above her, had male muscles and was far more used to walking upright.

And yet, it was somehow Moly’s presence who loomed largest to me as I heard our two Principals whispering excitedly to each other. They sat back against the couch like they were about to watch a sporting event, with the other students gathering around them to form two bleacher-like rows beside and below them, with one set sitting on the large lounge sofa with them and another sitting at their feet, worshiping their surprisingly toned legs.

They even put a bet on the battle not regarding who would win, but how long it would take Moly to put Vesuvius in his place. I didn’t catch the terms, but Luna said five minutes while Celly said three as Dean Caddy’s group joined them, with the Dean herself taking her place between her two peers and suddenly finding herself staring two equine cocks in the face.

She might have made a bet of her own before she found her head pushed down on Luna’s organ, while Celly herself reached down to spread the Dean’s pink lips wide for another student to eat out.

They seemed a very happy pile of humanity, I have to say, while even Ms. Cherilee and Zecora along with Big Macintosh had been turned to face the proceedings, with their sweaty bodies now being bathed by various virtual ungulate tongues for their salt.

How that worked through magical projection, I wasn’t sure—not a spell I had ever bothered learning as a unicorn. But they couldn’t seem to get enough of it, especially enjoying licking the undersides of boobs and Big Mac’s now-four balls with the second smaller set stacked beneath the first that was slowly growing. And no comments from the peanut gallery this time, AJ, because I don’t want to stop writing to answer it!

But Moly was aware of none of it. “Your sexual supremacy over us will change shortly when my subjects rediscover their gryphon pride and honor. Then it is YOUR subjects who will find themselves on the receiving end of this mating madness. For when I win, you will surrender your clan and swear allegiance to the griffon crown! We fight for the right to rut and rule, as you say. But at the same time, I can’t say that I have any particular desire to harm you either, Dragon Lord,” she admitted, looking him over from snout to tail with an air of something more of simply appraising an opponent.

“Oh?” He smirked, flaring his wings to their full width, which meant they spanned about a third of the chamber. “Then you do like me.”

Her eyes softened, if only briefly. “Indeed. For despite your dishonorable conduct, which I find inexcusable even under the influence of this all-consuming magic, there is no denying you or your clan’s past service to the Kingdom, or the tingling touch of your tongue and talons upon me.” She closed her eyes and spared a few moments to caress herself in full view of him before turning her steely gaze upwards again.

“Few have ever both excited and infuriated me as you, Dragon Lord! So in accordance with our new surroundings and desires, let us make our contest at least in part a sexual one. A mating round with real stakes,” she proposed, causing Vesuvius to perk up.

“You have my attention, Queen Molyneux. I’m listening, as is my entire clan,” he told her, rising to his full upright height which was a full head above her, listening closely even as his drakehoods stood rigid and throbbing between them.

“Then let them and all present know that our battle shall be a contest of wits and wills as much as battle prowess. We fight to surrender by sensual submission, and thus, the winner is the one who brings the other to rapture first.”

“How interesting,” he said as he licked his snout languidly. His eyes visibly traced the outline of her form, his gaze all but devouring her as his drakehoods throbbed and brushed against her bottom set of teats. They left strings of seed streaked upon their surfaces, remaining connected to his cocktips when he moved back fractionally.

“And how wonderfully arousing. Your terms are acceptable, Mistress Molyneux. You are truly an eagless after my own draconic heart. Or is it my heart you wish…?” He flexed like a weightlifter and gave a thrust with his hips to display his stature, taking pains to boop her upper boobs again with his twin organs.

Fertile Fields: Sorry to pipe up, but even for as fun as this scene sounds, I’m about ready to smack that drake even harder than I did the guy who grabbed Rainbow’s caboose at the pub the other day!

Sugar High: Pub? You guys went to a pub and didn’t invite ME?

Hyperdash: It was a biker bar, Pinkie. We go there when we’re looking to blow off some steam by getting in a brawl. And AJ cold-cocked him before I could, knocking him out.

Fluttershine: Oh, dear. I hope he was okay.

Fertile Fields: After he had a pitcher of beer thrown in his face, yeah, though he had to be helped out the door by his friends. Don’t know about the rest of y’all, but I’m thinking that these futahoods are also giving us a lot of extra testosterone, because I’m getting hungry and angry a lot more often lately.

Sugar High: Oooo… you mean you’re hangry! There are candy bars for that!

Daydream: Maybe, but uh… how can we be hopped up on testosterone when we don’t have balls?

Crystal Queen: Crude language aside, you’re right, darling. But something is heightening our emotions and desires. Is it simply more magic?

Daydream: I don’t know, Rarity. It’s definitely something more to investigate, though we might get odd looks if we go to the doctor and ask for a testosterone test!

“Very well, my enlarged but overconfident Queen. As you are the challenger, you make the first move in our little contest. But know that you have no chance, even though by the grace of our alicorn patron, my flame cannot harm you.” He blew more smoke in her face, causing her cheeks to flush harder. “Dragons train from birth in the battle arts, and I have eight centuries of combat experience behind me, including an actual war.”

But Moly only smirked despite her rosy cheeks. “So do griffons, my fertile but foolish Dragon Lord, whether noble or commoner. I could not justly rule my Kingdom unless I could fight. And as war is the defining quality of our race’s history, we are every bit as skilled as yours in it. But a war this is not, and I decline to attack first,” she told him, extending a paw forward to make a slow curling motion with her talons, bidding him to come forth.

“As you have come here to usurp my throne, YOU are the challenger, Dragon Lord Vesuvius. Now make your move and be quick about it so I may defeat you swiftly. For once you are vanquished, I intend to commission a mural of my triumph to add to the ceiling art of my throne room.” She nodded up to the top of the vaulted chamber, then stepped back and took a classic upright combat pose I knew earth griffons often used.

“So be it,” he said with a lazy and toothy grin. He made a show of stepping back fractionally to study her, making a show of crossing his arms over his chest before raising a single talon to scratch lightly at his snout.

“And when I win, I shall commision my own art showing you reaching rapture as my snout and ‘spears’ reduce you to helpless pleasure. The only question before me now is how shall I best you… I know! My flame cannot harm you, but…” he puffed a massive amount of bluish vapor into her face, instantly blinding and dazing her, causing her to cough lightly as it filled the top half of the chamber with a cobalt-hued haze.

She simply blew it away with a single if stilted beat of her stiff wings, causing me and Flutters to inhale a fresh lungful of the aphrodisiac vapors. We started petting and making out even more passionately as we watched, but while her vision was blocked, Vesuvius grabbed Moly’s left foreleg, which was extended in a guard position and yanked her hard, whirling her into an embrace with her back suddenly pressed firmly against his belly, allowing his erect spear to grind hard between her legs.

He then held her fast against him with one set of talons while his other found and fondled her topmost set of teats. His squeezes sent milk squirting everywhere including over her watching subjects, causing her to gasp and her legs to buckle.

“All too easy,” he rumbled mockingly as she couldn’t break free against his immense adult drake strength. It left her only able to squirm as she felt his talons beginning tracking lower on her belly, towards her wet and dripping slit.

He shortly found it as he first brushed the opening with the backside of his claws before inserting them directly, stimulating her in open view of everyone as his skilled digits pushed her quickly towards orgasm, which all watching could tell she was near by her only half-bit off trills and the flexing of her hind talons as she couldn’t stop him from fondling her teats or stimulating her nest directly.

“That’s right, my effortlessly molested monarch. You will swiftly fall to my superior strength and sensual charms, just like your son and daughter. As will all your soon-to-be former subjects, if they haven’t already.” He turned her to face the portal into the streets of Aricia, which showed griffons almost universally being claimed and used by dragons, regardless of their age or gender.

“Your Highness!” some of her magus shouted, offering additional magical help, but she shook her head despite the stimulation.

“Do not interfere!” her voice boomed through a clenched beak as she struggled to hold off her coming climax. “Fear not, my loyal but lustful subjects. Your aid is unnecessary. I admit that your touch is quite tantalizing, Dragon Lord, but I did not gain the right to rule without being strong of both body and will. It will take far more than THAT to overcome me!”

She then used her only free appendage—her tasseled tail—to stimulate him, wrapping it once around the ends of his twin organs and squeezing them—unlike most felines, griffon tails are prehensile, though they don’t often use them like that, considering it slightly vulgar—but a surprised Vesuvius abruptly gaped, suddenly in danger of coming himself.

His grip on her slackening, Moly broke free. She did something I didn’t quite catch with her arms and wings that slipped his grip on her and let her slide down swiftly to the floor, where she grabbed his legs from behind and yanked them hard. His underpinnings knocked out and wings not poised for flight, the takedown caused him to fall on his back with a resounding crash that shook the hall and caused some alarming cracks to form in the floor and ceiling.

But to my surprise, they swiftly healed themselves, and my reactivated magical awareness told me instantly that it wasn’t Midnight’s doing—it was special spellwork involving a series of powerful infused timepoint incantations seeded throughout the structure, ones that were triggered by damage.

They instantly restored the stonework to its previous state and would continue to do so until the massive amount of mana running through the entire structure ran out—now that was a good magical trick!

Even Midnight seemed to agree as she visibly blinked hard to feel the magical surge through the structure, and it was then I realized even as I continued to make out with Fluttershy—she couldn’t actually see everything! I wasn’t sure if it was due to inexperience or the limits of her godlike power, but that didn’t matter much to me so much as the now-certainty that she wasn’t omnipotent or all-knowing. Which meant that she could be beaten!

I abruptly froze in Fluttershy’s embrace, fearful that Middie would read my thoughts, but this time, she didn’t turn towards me, still staring transfixed at the scene. “Incredible…” she said softly as the two titans began to grapple for both physical and sexual dominance with neither gaining an immediate advantage, and for the first time, she sounded outright troubled. “Yet again, a major magical nexus was hidden from me.”

The High Priestess quickly noted her disconcertment, watching the barely-begun battle with Fortrakt atop her lap, who was now stroking himself to the sight of his Queen engaged in… well, not mortal combat, but the mating kind?

“Do not take it badly, young goddess. The griffons have had countless centuries to perfect their spellcraft, and many potent enemies—including dragons in far less pleasant times—who helped hone it,” she noted. “I, too, use such tricks in my citadel, which I invite you to visit so we may explore the nether—and all the infinite possibilities of existence—together.”

Midnight gave a bow of her head. “I will gladly take you up on that offer, High Priestess. But first, let us see what other surprises this resourceful race and ruler may hold…”

They found out quickly as Moly rolled up on a surprised and still off-balance Vesuvius like an MMA fighter as they both lay on the ground, trying to apply various chokes and submission holds after discovering that she couldn’t cut him with her talons any more than he could her.

I wasn’t sure if that was because of Middie’s magic or just because dragons had notoriously tough hides, but either way, that reduced the duel to a cage grappling match where power wasn’t as important as position and technique—both of which Moly knew well, almost completely neutralizing the Dragon Lord’s greater strength and weight. Despite their inability to directly wound each other, it appeared they could still be stunned by a hard hit, which both soon suffered.

Vesuvius took one first when they took to the air briefly after he finally threw off Moly, gaining some space by slipping a hand in to grope her mammaries. Several sharp and repeated tweaks of her quartet of enormous eagless teats caused her to squawk and her grip on him to slacken, allowing him to push off from the ground with both his feet and powerful tail to launch her into the air.

“A good trick,” Celestia approved as she continued to hold Caddy’s head down on Luna’s equine organ with the rest of her shaft and grapefruit-sized alabaster balls bathed by student tongues. “He’s already learned where and how to attack her. We already knew Moly’s nipples were her weak spot, as is groping her beneath her clothes. But if repeatedly flicking her tits does that to her? Then we just might have to try it ourselves on Headmistress Molyneux later, sister.”

“As you say.” Luna was leaning forward hard to watch the scene unfold over a smaller male student she had hilted herself within, now sitting on her lap; I didn’t see when they switched, but Caddy was now firmly planted on Celly’s cock as multiple sets of hands roved over her. As for Luna, she was cupping the student’s balls with one hand and rubbing a nipple with another as he took a selfie of himself, holding up his phone with one hand and two fingers in a V-shape with the other while grinning giddily and saying he was going to post it to his ChitChat account that night.

Fertile Fields: By my Granny’s extra hot chili peppers… that image is almost as hot as Big Mac being bathed by all those impala tongues! Uh, Sunset? Is it okay to ask who that was on Lulu’s lap?

Daydream: Sure, but you’d never believe it. It was Double Dribble.

Hyperdash: Double-D? THAT twerp? The smallest player on the varsity basketball team? He’s a senior, yet the DST are all taller than him!

Fertile Fields: Yeah, and reckon he’s so small and quick he keeps kicking your rear every time you two play! He also seems really popular with the upperclass girls—never got the sense he was gay!

Crystal Queen: Indeed he is. And as I have heard the other girls refer to his anatomy as a ‘kickstand’ in the locker rooms before and after gym class, I believe I know why! Since I couldn’t see him from the dragon side of the portal, was he as well-endowed as they claimed, Sunset?

Daydream: Put it this way, filly—by that point, he was big enough to self-fellatiate and Luna later made him do it!

Fluttershine: Oh, my… I like that. But by now, I’ve done it too.

Hyperdash: Rub it in again how big you are, why don’t you…

Fertile Fields: Jealous, Rainbow? Reckon she’s our favorite Futashy for a reason!

Fluttershine: Thank you, Applejack. I really like being called that.

Though surprised and sorely distracted, Moly just caught herself with her splayed wings from being slammed into the ceiling, and then head-butted him when he went after her, causing him to gape and go cross-eyed as his bell was rung. She then threw him back down to the floor with an impact that I swear registered a four on the Richter Scale, causing a series of ring cracks in the stone surface to form around them, though once again they magically self-healed themselves swiftly.

Ignoring the rapidly repaired damage to her throne room, Moly then mounted him from above and pinned him with her weight in the center of the room where everycreature could see her.

“SUBMIT!” she ordered him imperiously, her talons poised at his wingbase, massaging them even as she hotdogged his twin organs along the length of her slit. She squeezed them together with her tail and stroked them to ensure they were both stimulated at once, causing Vesuvius to hiss hard and his hips to repeatedly buck as he started spurting clear fluid with every half-thrust, threatening to erupt into orgasm at any time.

“No!” he shouted, trying to go for her teats again, but this time Moly didn’t let him, lowering herself to lock her beak with his snout, the aggressive kiss causing his talons to go slack.

They then began making out passionately even as they continued to fight. “You’ve lost, defrocked Dragon Lord! Now surrender your clan to spare yourself further humiliation! Do so and I will allow you to take my nest right here and now. Do so immediately and I MIGHT even allow you to occasionally take my tail!” she then suggested with an evil gleam, positioning the tips of his twin organs against the anal opening without allowing them to enter.

“On the condition, that is, that your OWN tail be taken by those griffons I may reward by casting this same spell on them!” she added evilly with a nod over at her Praetorian soldiers, several of whom stepped forward, hoping they would get to be next. “‘Tis the least you deserve after turning my cubs into your concubines!” she finished as she gave them both a glance to see that they were now locked in an erotic embrace and staring up at her in awe, with Marcus having filled Malia’s nest with both his newly imparted drakehoods.

Vesuvius shuddered at the idea of it and nearly came on the spot, but then he shook his head hard. “Never!” he finally shouted back as he struggled beneath her, fire leaking around the edges of his teeth from what I could only guess was heavy breathing and the pure passion he felt. “They—and you—are mine and my clan’s by right! And though you have knocked me down, I am far from beaten!” This time, he forcibly kissed her to exhale all his smoke directly into her lungs, staggering her with the sheer amount of draconic aphrodisiacs and pheromones it contained.

Dazed and almost overwhelmed by the newly heightened desires they imparted, she coughed once and went cross-eyed as her wings went so taut I could hear her feathers and muscles stretching to their limits, which meant that they were now supremely sensitive. He immediately attacked them with his talons, running his digits through her feathers—something no griffon would ever allow outside of mating given they’re an intimate area, by the way—before settling his talons on her sides to bodily pick her up off him enough to position her nest over his spears, which were still held together by her rigid tail.

It worked against her as she went limp to feel the intimate contact on top of being force-fed even more fertility magic, and this time, I think it was more the Dragon Lord’s breath than Middie’s mating aura that was doing the trick as he got the first few feet of them into her before she stiffened again and tried to pull back, pushing off the floor with her hind legs.

But Vesuvius didn’t let her, now holding her down by the shoulders, which, if I haven’t already mentioned it repeatedly, are yet another erogenous zone for griffies given they’re associated with the flight muscles.

Hyperdash: Geez, is any part of a griffie not a sensitive spot? Not that I mind, if it’s what makes featherbrain Gilda so fun and easy to fuck!

Crystal Queen: Gah! RAINBOW!

Hyperdash: What? I was going for alliteration like Ms. Cherilee always teaches us in creative writing! And I’m sorry if I’m supposed to be using Tellusian terms, but I don’t consider ‘tuck’ to be a valid term, girlfriend! Not when we’ve got a far better one here!

Crystal Queen: Far worse, you mean! Never use that word in my presence, even online! It is vulgar beyond belief!

Hyperdash: Oh, really? THIS from the girl who enjoys sending us dick pics?

Crystal Queen: That was an ACCIDENT! But your use of profanity was deliberate!

Sugar High: Oh, get a room, you two! And then send us more dick pics after! I’d LOVE to see Dashie with both of Rarity’s dicks up her rear!

Crystal Queen: GAH! NOT interested!

Hyperdash: UGH! I’d sooner let GILDA be on top!

“I am impressed, Queen Molyneux. Never have I been so closely challenged since becoming Dragon Lord! Never have I ever felt such passion and pleasure from sheer battle since ascending from adolescent to adult, nor did I think it could happen with anycreature other than an adult drakina in heat!” he admitted to her, then grabbed her upper body with his tail to hold her in place while he executed a perfect forward roll to place her on her back before him, reversing their earlier positions.

“Nor have I…” Moly granted through a gritted beak even as she tried desperately to keep him out of her. “None of my innumerable mating rounds with King Caeruleo were ever this enjoyable! Which is not to say that I regret our time together. It may interest you to know that even before his untimely death, he enjoyed my teats as much as you, Dragon Lord,” she informed him even as she fought with him

“Did he, now?” Vesuvius asked almost idly with a smirk as they continued to struggle. “I do not blame him at all for that, given there is so deliciously much of them to enjoy.” He emphasized his words by allowing one of his drakehoods to slip between her lower set while the other at least briefly found her clit while attempting to enter her nest, flicking it hard enough to elicit an audible squawk.

Despite that, Moly kept trying to ward him off, raising her legs to push him back. “You’re welcome. In truth, I took some enhancement potions to excess in my youth in order to fulfill the King’s fantasies. It’s probably in part why they got so big now. To feel your talons upon them again is to feel HIS! To remember the love we shared…” She briefly bowed her head and looked away.

“I see…” His tone suddenly serious and even approaching solemn, he gave her what seemed to be a far more affectionate lick of the cheek as they both briefly paused their battle. “Then you have loved and lost, just like me. You are indeed a worthy ruler, Queen Molyneux. But as only one of us can win this duel, your reign ends here. Your body and your Kingdom will fall to me this day, but you really shouldn’t see it as a defeat.” He leaned over her to stick his snout in her beak again, kissing and caressing her face with his tongue as he used his foretalons to spread her legs wider.

Moly didn’t resist, either because she was lost in memories or because Vesuvius was breathing more smoke directly into her system to weaken her will further. “It is simply the natural order and the dominance of the dragon race you now acknowledge. And if it is attention to your teats you wish, know that I will give you all you could ever desire…”

He punctuated his words by reaching up with his long thumb talons to run them gently over the outer curves of her lower breasts. They then caught on the no-longer-nubs of her erect teats—I swear that they must have been at least three feet long and over half that wide by then—and he flicked them hard, causing her to cry out and one of his organs to gain entry to her nest.

But before he could sink it deeper, Moly took advantage of him shifting his grip to grope her by moving her powerful hindquarters up to her chest and blasting him backwards—I don’t know this for sure, but I think she deliberately baited him into going for her teats again so she could do it! —using him for leverage to flip herself upright at the same time, landing on all fours with another resounding rumble that shook the hall.

“Though I’m sure you would, and I find the touch of your talons against them delectable, I do NOT acknowledge such a natural order exists, Dragon Lord. For you should know better than anycreature that the gryphon race has fought and triumphed over Dragons in the past!” she told him, trembling slightly with a steady stream of nectar running down her inner legs.

“Yes. With the aid of my clan. With the aid of me,” Vesuvius reminded her as he pulled himself back up. They then started to circle each other on all fours along in the elevated inner ring of the chamber, which actually did serve as a fighting ring for entertainment spars and declared duels before the Queen. They did so at a crouch low enough that the Queen’s teats and the Dragon Lord’s drakehoods were scraping the smooth floor, leaving slickened trails behind them of hot milk and steaming seed. “You could not have defeated Dragon Lord Diabla without us.”

“And had it not been for us, you would have been conquered by Diabla and seen all your adults slain, then stripped of your lands and hoards to ensure your adolescents could not ascend! Your clan would have been reduced to little more than slaves—IF she allowed you to live at all!” she reminded him in turn as the pair continued to search for an opening, their eyes glittering with both battle lust and the more conventional kind. “You say we owe you a debt? I say that debt is paid simply by the fact that you are here attempting to collect it!”

“Say whatever you wish. Diabla wanted vengeance on all clans and races who aided Equestria, true enough,” Vesuvius acknowledged, his eyes narrowing in anger and hatred for a moment—not directed at Moly, I hasten to add. I could tell because he didn’t look at her just then, but rather, a mural on the wall that showed the moment of Diabla’s defeat.

“And on the Kingdom for inviting her father to fight a war he was killed in, then turning on her clan after his death. Need I remind you that I was there, young Queen? And that it was your race who set these events in motion out of an irrational fear of the pony Princesses?” he told her pointedly, and I found myself nodding in agreement for a moment from Fluttershy’s embrace, knowing as much Tellusian history as I did.

Fertile Fields. Okay, now. Ain’t never cared much for history class, but I’m starting to get real curious about all this!

Hyperdash: Yeah, I admit this is actually kinda interesting—always liked learning about old wars and especially air battles. Can we hear more about this later, Sunset?

Daydream. Wow. Sure, guys! It’s quite a story, actually. If you like, I could ask Princess Twilight to send over some reading material, like Captain Firefly’s war memoirs.

Hyperdash: Ugh. Reading! Unless it’s the latest Daring Do adventure, I ain’t interested.

Daydream: You might make an exception for this one, Rainbow. Trust me—even I was enrapt when Princess Celestia made me read it, and I wasn’t exactly easy to impress back then! In fact, you should read it too, AJ. Then you’ll find out what kind of a pony Fell Flight was and why I like her so much.

Fertile Fields: That so? Always like a good yarn about interesting people. In that case, you got yourself a deal, filly.

I have to say, even Midnight looked fascinated to hear the discussion unfold; I sensed her looking into the singularity again to get information on what they were discussing.

Whatever she beheld made her recoil, and this time, I was pretty sure she was seeing the awful truth of it given she had no preconceived notions to influence it. Now far more subdued, her mating aura seemed to weaken for a moment as the two combatants continued to discuss that old time and conflict, even as their bodies remained as aroused as ever—Middie’s mating aura may have ebbed, but at this point, their bout was probably to keep them excited and close to orgasm.And in any event, we were so charged up with magic that I don’t think any of us noticed it slacken.

“I make no excuses for the actions of the Gryphon Empire, Dragon Lord,” Moly told him angrily. “I also make no apologies, except to the ponies. It was a different time and place, where we faced existential threats from three sides, requiring constant vigilance and a military meritocracy to survive. But those dark days of being an imperial power are long past, and I do not need a history lesson from YOU!”

But Vesuvius wasn’t done using it as a potential will-weakening weapon against her. “Then you’ll recall without being reminded how your nation plunged the entire world into war, and for what? A simple envy of pony supremacy? A jealousy that manifested itself into an all-consuming desire for conquest of Equestria and Celestia, so that you could rule the heavens in her stead?” he needled her to a clenched beak, but then grinned.

“And as for not wishing to repeat it, I daresay it is that same envy that motivates you now. Envy of a more powerful and virile race who has what you very much want.” He stretched out his hindquarters to show off his twin erections again, watching carefully as Moly’s eyes flicked to them and her nest gave a sudden squirt that accidentally hit her offspring again, coating her two cubs with her erotic essence which they then rubbed into each other’s wings and bodies like preening oils.

“But in this case, I am willing to let you and all griffons have it willingly. Simply surrender your Kingdom to myself and my clan, and we will treat you as treasure, rutting you as zealously as we guard our hoards. Do so, and know our love and protection. Do so, and know that you and your Caleponian friends will prosper and experience ecstasy as never before…”

He dropped his already deep voice another octave, becoming so low that I could feel it in my bones. “Do so, and your entire race will know rapture like you have never thought existed.”

“Ancestors…” I heard one of the Queen’s male magus call out as Moly herself gave a visible shiver which seemed to start at her suddenly winking nest and travel as a ripple up her spine.

Despite that and her suddenly and sorely tempted court, many of whom were looking with equal envy at the Dragon Lord’s drakehoods as Moly struggled to retain her composure, Moly shook her head. “And do you really think I would agree to that, daft Dragon Lord?” she asked him haughtily to cover wherever her mind had just gone, to which he gave a toothy grin.

“No, Queen Molyneux. I expect that you won’t. For despite your obvious and increasingly desperate desires, your griffon pride gets in the way. So I’ll simply have to win this duel first so all griffons see their ruler fall, rutted and in helpless rapture before them. An outcome I think you secretly wish for as well.” He made a groping motion with his nearest set of talons at her boobs, then made with his tail like he was drawing it upwards across her slit.

Fertile Fields: At this point, I reckon I wish for it as well! I take it all back—this drake is real silken with his tongue. And I remember now that I could tell he wasn’t lying! He really did want Moly bad!

Daydream: He knew full well that the griffies are into contests of not just strength and skill, but wit and will. In griffon society, you’re expected to give as good as you get, whether in a fight or just exchanging insults. He had to have known that from his time with them, so he was actually engaging her on griffon terms.

Fertile Fields: Oh, really? Reckon the griffies are my kind of people, then! Because I’m good at both!

Crystal Queen: On that basis, he is certainly a charmer, darling, with an impressive wit that matches his great size. He is definitely not as uncouth or uncultured as I first pegged him.

Hyperdash: Great size? You talking about how big his body is, or his cocks?

Crystal Queen: Either works for me! And for Queen Molyneux, by the sound of it…

“What I wish for, Vesuvius, is for my cubs and subjects to witness your defeat, at which point our ‘griffon pride’ will become dominant over dragons, and it is YOUR clan that will be conquered! Now let us continue our little match…”Moly lowered her head and pounced like the tiger her hindquarters looked like, to which Vesuvius met her charge head on.

Once again, they grappled like a pair of MMA fighters—and I wish you could remember enough to describe this, Rainbow, since I’m not good at detailing blows, holds or locks myself—trying to put the other on their back or otherwise in a disadvantaged position, constantly shifting and scrambling to hold the other off.

It wasn’t just wrestling, either. They exchanged the occasional direct strike to the stomach or snout, though I couldn’t help but note that both were avoiding attacking the other’s intimate attributes—probably because they didn’t want the other hurt there, given they planned to avail themselves of erotic areas later. Then again, I wasn’t even sure they could hurt each other like that as Midnight shook off whatever she’d seen in the singularity of the great pony/griffon war, her mating aura quickly reasserting itself.

I didn’t quite catch what happened—learning physical combat was never a priority of mine, only magical back in Equestria—but Moly suddenly got inside his guard. She twisted his arm up and around before performing a midair flip with her on her back, slamming him onto the ground hard enough that the flame-laden breath was driven from his lungs and the floor nearly collapsed into rubbled beneath them.

Obtaining a dominant position on the stunned Dragon Lord, Moly rolled backwards over him so she was straddling his face, letting him see and smell her nectar-laden nest. She managed to freeze him in position with not just that, but her tail wrapped around both sets of his talons, holding them away from her with surprising solidity where he couldn’t attack her vulnerable but very sensual wingbase and flight muscles.

She then proceeded to start stroking his visibly throbbing and shortly spurting twin organs with her talons, letting them rub against her pillowy milk-laden mammaries which wobbled hard with every movement the pair made.

“So what was that you were saying about seeing me fall and in helpless rapture before you, great and mighty Dragon Lord?”Moly mocked him, to which Celly and Lula exchanged a high-five as the Queen wriggled her rear in his face. “By all means, orally pleasure me if you like. It will not overcome me, but given your love for my nectar, it will make an excellent means to sap your will and induce your submission as I force you to reach rapture first.”

She followed up her words by grinding her slit into his snout before his wide eyes and then reached down beneath his deployed drakehoods to probehis lower draconic slit—yes, male dragons have two of them, and kindly don’t ask me how I know, Rainbow. She soon found his backdoor and slid in an entire talon, causing his hips to buck and dual drakehoods to engorge further, suddenly leaving him on the verge of orgasm in her place.

But mustering all his will, he just held himself back as his hind claws scrabbled for some form of purchase on the newly smooth stone floor, which was now magically mended again and quite wet with their mutual fluids.

And then abruptly, he laughed. “Oral pleasure? An excellent idea, my lovely Molyneux. But also a foolish mistake,” he rumbled in a slightly muffled voice from beneath her, then proceeded to give her what she had suggested, causing Moly to gasp and trill in surprise as the double-forked appendage began darting through her nether regions. His efforts were aided directly by the burst of smoke he pumped into her, causing her talons and tail to fall slack, releasing his talons and twin towers.

“That’s right, my incomparable but inexperienced Queen. It would seem you underestimated the ecstasy that my forked tongue and the heat of my breath may give. For our smoke does not have to be inhaled to be effective. Its mere touch is enough to boost passion and pleasure—especially when administered directly to your eagless anatomy!” he boasted as his newly released talons then settled happily on her boobs from behind and began working them to his heart’s content, rubbing her teats between his foretalons.

“Ah… such a delectable taste of inferno fruit and honey you have. I daresay none of my kindred will be able to resist its flavor as I give you over to the adults of my clan first,” he suggested idly to the cheering roars of the score or more of adult dragons that were now scattered throughout the griffon capital city, with the drakes often taking pains to coat the largest gryphon statues and sculptures in truly prodigious amounts of cum along with all the griffies and Caleponians around they could.

“They have seniority over our adolescents, after all, but don’t worry—they’ll get you too, after you revert to your normal size. I cannot wait to see all their talons upon you, turning your queenly body into their sensual toy…”