Author's Note

Here we go, folks. It's Rarity's turn to shine. Chapter content includes voyeurism in the form of a lava-bathed but unharmed Rarity putting on a show for the drakes, magically influenced gay drake-on-drake action, plenty of worldbuilding and lore delivered regarding dragon society and mating, and Rarity at her most generous, taking pity on a long-suffering drake to turn him into a total stud. There is also an ongoing side of Fluttershy/Sunset and check-ins with the Shadowbolt girls as well, who even in Midnight's thrall, don't stop being themselves.

Thanks go to AJ_Aficionado, Silentwoodfire, and Silverblade5 for prompt prereads, fixes, comments, and edits. Hey, I even got AJA to say he liked the dragon scenes, so I consider this chapter a triumph on that basis alone!

9: Rarified Drakes - v2

You know, if I had been in anything approaching a more rational frame of mind, I would have tried to stop Rarity and Pinkie Pie from passing through the portal. After all, I still had no idea what the passage would do to them. Or worse, what if it was one of those transient rifts that resealed, trapping them in the dragon lands?

But it was a little hard to concern myself with such things as Fluttershy continued to pleasure me, making love to me as I never knew she could or would. She had lowered her head and was now eagerly suckling one of my increasingly oversized mammaries, which continued to swell further under her efforts and the influence of Midnight’s mating aura; by my guess it had already grown from its original B-cup to a C, and was now quickly approaching a D.

I swore my teat had grown as well, but it was hard to say with one hidden within her muzzle and the other within her palm. She lightly ground her teeth around the edges of the former while caressing and kneading the latter, giving me the same adorably needy coos—have to say, those were turning me on as much as anything else!—the whole time.

I never thought I could get off from boob stimulation alone, but it happened repeatedly here. The more she suckled me, the better it felt and the more of it I wanted. I moaned and I writhed as I came twice, and then a third time, arching my back and pushing my chest hard into her deliciously erotic efforts. And yet, far from sated, each climax just left me wanting more, unable to get enough of Fluttershy’s love, touch and attention.

Even as I came, I wondered repeatedly if I truly deserved this treatment—deserved all her forgiveness and kindness for as badly as I had once treated her. But in the end, all I could do was surrender to it; just clutch her head to me and drink it all in, hoping for the chance to pay her back later. Still, I could at least dimly note that the more she made love to me in such strong accordance with her Element of Kindness, the more her internal Harmony magic grew, with some even flowing into me.

It was certainly a start, but still nowhere near enough to challenge Midnight. For that to be achieved, the others had to generate their own unique Friendship magic as well. It felt like Rainbow Dash was well on her way, judging by the fact that she now had Applejack sitting up and pulled back against her, pleasuring her as they watched the scene with Sugarcoat together.

I could feel Rainbow’s power growing as she loyally attended her girlfriend and kept her safe from falling in the portal over Ponyville in front of her. But AJ’s was not at that point, given the latter wasn’t so much behaving honestly as just in complete erotic thrall to the scene with Sugarcoat.

To my relief and mild surprise, Pinkie and Rarity had passed through the rift to the Dragon Lands not only unharmed, but completely unchanged. In fact, although the portal itself rippled for a moment, it actually seemed to stabilize with its passage; its edges became a little less ragged and the previously oblong shape, turning into more of a regular oval not too similar to the one that now existed in Princess Twilight’s basement lab.

The pair were immediately surrounded and sniffed at by the excited adolescents—which I emphasize for dragons means they’re all over thirty years old and as large or larger than human adults—save again for the blue-scaled female with downcurved horns. She turned away and refused to acknowledge them even as her wings flared wider and her tail twitched, crossing her forelegs over her flat reptilian chest to keep her talons from digging into the wetness between her legs.

Even as another breast-centered climax built in me, I kept glancing at her, increasingly certain that I knew her. But I still couldn’t place her at that moment, amorously attended to by Fluttershy as I was. There are limits to even magically enhanced focus in the space of such overwhelming eroticism, after all!

Still, I managed some. After initial introductions with their draconic admirers, Rarity and Pinkie parted with a kiss, with the former saying she ‘wished to reward’ their generosity while Pinkie Pie decided she was needed to help every dragon have fun, including and especially the disdainful blue dragoness.

And before anyone asks, there really isn’t a specific term for a female dragon. I’ve heard them referred to as ‘hens’ for the fact they lay eggs, but seriously? Even I find that lazy and utterly inadequate, to say nothing of outright insulting. ‘Drakina’ seems to refer more to half-woman, half-dragons from Greek Mythology, or Graze as we ponies call it—in other words, a dragon with human attributes.

Then again, considering what was going to happen, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad title to use?

To little surprise, Rarity strutted about the desperately aroused adolescent males, who are hardly known for restraint—if anything, I remembered from my long-ago visits to the dragon lands in Celestia’s presence, they tended to be impulsive, arrogant, testosterone-soaked bullies who looked down on ponies along with all other creatures, believing their harsh environment, tough hides and ability to breath fire as well as outright bathe in lava made them superior to all others.

And yet, they were now utterly enraptured by Rarity, who kept them all on a collective string with the sheer force of her now-supreme confidence and powerful personality. And that was to say nothing of her already-exquisite and newly voluptuous body, occasionally favoring one of the salivating drakes with a finger to their chins or erections.

She sampled their smokes and the steaming cream beading on the tapered tips of their ridged reptilian drakehoods, savoring the varied aromas and flavors alike. She then looked them over and wondered aloud who was most worthy of having her first, to which the males offered up more gems and gold in addition to various sensual favors for the chance, piling them right out of their own hoards in front of her.

She accepted them all graciously, praising both their generosity and enormous virility. They all but preened, spreading their wings and venting gouts of multicolored flame in full mating displays.

“Such power! Such strength!” she praised them all. “And such a wonderful world you live in, simply ripe with riches! But where do they all come from…?” she pondered aloud, only to get her answer from a growing rumble, audible even through the portal.

My heart stopped when the ground beneath her feet bulged and shook, shortly cracking into a full fissure that quickly erupted into a curtain of searing hot lava, showering her with molten rock. Even muted by its passage through the portal, the radiant heat of it alone was almost enough to make me flinch. But true to Midnight’s word, Rarity was unharmed by it; though initially surprised, she stood beneath the molten shower—even then I knew that lava is far heavier than water, folks!—like it was nothing more than a gentle spring rain.

“So now she gets to experience an eruption of fluid low-silica mantle plume basalt created by decompression melting from a mid-plate hotspot without being burned?” Maud noted dispassionately from where she had completely crumbled the clothes of Principal Cinch, now embracing and caressing her petrified form. “Lucky. But not as lucky as me,” she decided as she laid kisses down the Headmistress’s chest, starting at her garnet pendant.

I don’t think Rarity could hear her over the rumble of the eruption. “Remarkable…” She then made a show of spreading her arms and arching her back beneath the downpour of liquid fire, all but bathing herself in it before the drooling dragons. “You know, I have heard that lava has some most wondrous minerals in it! I wonder what it will do for my skin?” she mused as she began rubbing it into herself.

In response to Rarity’s display—I knew dragons loved lava, but I had no idea how much!—the drakes began openly stroking themselves to the sight of her immersed in it as she stood unharmed within the now-knee deep glowing pool, which began spilling out of the portal’s bottom to burn the grass of the school plaza immediately adjacent to the rift.

“Mmmmmm…” Rarity hummed happily as she all but basked in the horrific heat like it was nothing more than a hot tub at the local spa, the very air shimmering around her as she took in the sight of the turned-on drakes. “You know, I do believe I like this! Such magnificent magma! Such wonderful warmth, so deliciously intense and invigorating! Who needs an expensive sauna when I can have this?” she wondered aloud. “I do believe I wish to live here, now!”

“W-would you? You are a goddess…” One of the smaller, orange-scaled drakes called out before falling to his knees before her at the edge of the pool. “Please stay! Let us rut you! Let us worship you!” he further begged from his knees to equally frantic nods from the other males, reaching for her with a forlorn set of talons. “If you let us have you, we will give you whatever you wish!”

To which Rarity only smiled and leaned back against the glowing and still-malleable half-molten material of the quickly growing fissure ridge, letting the searing spall it erupted wash over and off her. “All in good time, my eager young drake…” she told him, thoroughly enjoying herself as she made a show of cupping her breasts to let a pool of lava form in her cleavage. “I promise you will yet have me. I simply wish you to be properly primed!”

She then stood back further into the shower and arched herself backwards against the red-hot ridge of the fissure opening, her fingers sinking several inches into its yielding surface. She allowed the molten rock it emitted to run over and off her body like hot honey, leaving her impossibly unharmed alabaster skin and purple hair bathed radiantly in its orange glow.

She was clearly trying to stimulate them with sight alone, but she succeeded a little too well as the smaller orange drake groaned and climaxed on the spot to her spectacle from both organs, shooting out his seed in a series of impressive spurts, several of which improbably found her through the shower of lava from ten yards away. He then went crestfallen at what he thought was his missed opportunity, collapsing to the ground and burying his snout in his talons in shame.

“Oh, my…” Rarity remarked as she licked at the lines of steaming seed that had somehow unerringly hit her cheek and cleavage. “You really do want me! But whatever is the matter?” she called to him as he—a dragon!—began to cry.

“A decade between passions… thirty years of waiting… three ruts in a row I couldn’t earn a mate! How am I supposed to have one if I can’t get big enough to amass the hoard to win one? I can’t! And now with the female of my dreams before me, I never will!” he explained haltingly through his cries.

“Thirty years you have waited? For a chance to mate that only comes once every ten?” Rarity sounded appalled, looking to the other drakes for confirmation. They gave it with a series of rueful nods.

“This is why we really want you…” One of the larger dragons with gray scales explained, his throbbing organs reaching ten inches outward. They were seemingly drawn to her like a divining rod, staying pointed at her even if he turned fractionally away. “Y-you see, our females aren’t ever interested in rutting outside of our passion seasons, which only happen once every ten years! And even then, there aren’t enough females to go around, so we have to fight for them! Offer up part of our hoards for them!” he said in audible frustration.

“So some of us always go wanting…” a smaller white one explained. “Decade after decade!”

“Dear me… not enough females and not enough chances? How awful!” She staggered back through the lava like she’d taken an arrow to the heart; her hand over her chest. “I cannot fathom such starvation of sensual pleasure!”

“You have no idea…” the metallic blue one next to him said. “Until you came alone, our only options for relief were… well, each other.” He admitted, bowing his head as additional nods and some furtive glances were exchanged between the seven sorely aroused and desperate drakes.

“I see. Pinkie, darling! Did you hear that? Our work is cut out for us! They only have sex once a decade!” Rarity then called over to Pinkie Pie, who was showing not just herself off to the female dragons, but a homemade flamethrower and series of swords she’d made; I only saw the former when I heard a massive WHOOSH and looked over to see her holding it, showing the dubious blue dragoness that she could breathe fire as well.

More on that later, though—they were both busy, but I’d like to keep the focus on one of them at a time. Because for what they each accomplished, they both deserve a turn in the spotlight.

“Once a decade?” she called back in horror, her expression morphing quickly from shock into one of pure determination.

“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 nodded to the open portal through which lava was still oozing, her eyes noting me and Fluttershy for a moment. I might have objected, but it was a little hard to do anything but cry out and call Fluttershy’s name as she got me off for a fourth time with her mouth on my teat and her fingers in my snatch.

“I shall! And I know exactly where to start.” Rarity then walked with purpose through the knee-deep pool towards the crestfallen orange drake who had come to the sight of her alone, putting some extra strut to her step; I had the distinct impression that it was not so much for enticement but as a sign of determination. Reaching her goal, she then tipped the smaller male’s snout up with a hand beneath his chin.

“What is your name, young dragon?”

“B-Burnt Sienna…” he replied with a breaking voice. “A-and I am not worthy of you or any other female…”

“He’s not,” one of the other drakes called out tentatively, seemingly shocked by her interest in him. “He’s small and can’t offer you anything! He doesn’t even have a hoard!” he informed her, to which Burnt Sienna’s muzzle quivered and eyes watered harder.

“Can he not?” she asked rhetorically, and then bade him to rise with a single finger beneath the chin of his ridged orange muzzle. Standing, he stood a little shorter than eye-to-eye with her and could only raise his talons to cup her hands as she placed them against his cheeks, closing her eyes to drink in her touch.

He held his breath as she studied his exotic reptilian features closely for a moment, then smiled. “Sometimes, my new dragon friends, it is those who are thought of as having the least who can actually offer the most! And believe me when I say that there are far greater riches to be had in this life than simple gemstones and gold…”

I can’t remember the last time I ever saw Rarity so supremely confident outside of a fashion show, and even then it was because of the clothes she was modeling, not for having no clothes at all! And yet somehow, standing there naked in an alien realm before a bevy of dragon boys while being showered by erupting lava, she’d come fully into her own.

“I will teach you that the greatest treasures are those of the heart! So do not be ashamed by such a display, my dashing young drake! I do not consider you coming to the sight of me a mark of unworthiness! I consider it the purest form of flattery!” she said as she then reached in to kiss him, directly on the end of his snout.

I heard his ragged intake of breath, even over the ongoing sound of the eruption, which was slowly subsiding behind her. Though I can’t imagine they were familiar with human kissing, he returned the gesture as best he could, opening his muzzle fractionally to let his tongue meet hers, allowing her to explore the inside of his toothy maw.

Her kiss quickly reinvigorated him as his only-slightly softened twin organs instantly surged back to full erection, standing out even longer and more rigid than before. He lowered his talons towards her chest, acting like he wanted to grasp her mammaries, but stopped short like he was afraid of offending or hurting her. Smiling, she then took his claws and pressed them to her, causing his jaw to drop and legs to go weak as he found himself in contact with what he’d quickly figured out was one of her most sensitive and intimate areas.

She then whispered something to him. I can only guess she was inviting him to touch her to his heart’s content, as he began to do so, first tentatively but then with increasing eagerness and urgency. As I watched, his talons began kneading and squeezing her enhanced, adult movie-sized mounds, and I admit now to a moment of envy as I saw them tasting their fleshy texture, curves and softness.

She rewarded his efforts by giving a coo worthy of Fluttershy herself while arching her back and pushing into his probing paws, urging more from him. Heartened and delighted at the realization that of all dragons, he was the one giving her pleasure, he obliged her by beginning to work her breasts in earnest with a fresh puff of orange smoke, which she inhaled deeply.

“Mmmm… If I could only get that into an air freshener!” she said as an aside as she next let him pull her close and begin to run his narrow draconic tongue over her face, ears and neck. Dragons, by the way, use their tongues as much as their paws to explore their environment, and he did so here, closing his eyes to savor the taste and features of her exotic mammalian form.

“By the l-lava below…” he breathed raggedly, and the pool of it, which had been starting to crust over, suddenly reheated from where they stood in it, glowing more intense and turning more fluid again. “You’re s-so beautiful… I love every part of you! I know not what to call your taste, but I like it! And your scale is so soft…” he breathed lustfully in her ear, his tongue flicking inside it as his talons reached the cheeks of her flanks, eliticing rumbles of lust as he either accidentally or on purpose showed off her shaved slit to the drakes behind her.

“Such exquisite curves… so beautiful and so different from a dragoness…” Getting bolder, he reached beneath her to probe her entrance with a talon, amazed at what he found “... and so hot!” He began pushing a digit in, eliciting a very wet sound that was completely incongruous with the endless sizzle of spatter and burbling magma around them.

“Oh!” she called out, causing him to gasp and quickly pull back from her in fear. “Worry not. For though I never fathomed I might enjoy the caress and company of a dragon, I very much am! So know, Sir Burnt Sienna, that you may do whatever you wish to me.”

He looked like he was about to cry anew as she indulged him yet again. “You are s-so generous…” he said as he raised his wet talon to his lips and tasted her honey upon it, moaning as he licked his fingers clean of it. “So sweet of spirit, and of body…”

“Sweet?” Rarity’s nose twitched as she then tasted her lips. “I taste like… spearmint?” she realized in surprise—she’d clearly just discovered her own special spoor, courtesy of the Equestrian magic she’d absorbed—but then grinned. “How lovely! And you flatter me, my eager young drake…” she threw her arms around him, pressing her chest into his so she could kiss him again, even more deeply.

“And you flatter me!” he said as he grasped her hands in his talons. “You do what no dragon would by taking pity on me, even as small and hoardless as I am…”

“It’s not pity, Sir Burnt Sienna. It’s because I see what’s here!” she tapped his chest. “Because I see your want and need! Because I see what I can do for you—what I can do for all of you! But lest you think I’m only teasing or this is somehow not real…”

She then took the awestruck and painfully aroused drake by the talons and led him deeper into the growing lava pool, which was now halfway up her thighs. “Your lifetime of wait is over, my long-suffering friend! For I have decided that my first drake... will be you!”

His jaw fell open along with the rest of the dragons even as his twin organs engorged further and hips bucked involuntarily, emitting a quick squirt of clear spunk against her navel. “I am not worthy…” he told her again, to which she silenced him with a finger to his lips.

“I will have no more of that, Sir Burnt Sienna! Now allow me to give you what you have never known! For if I am to be your goddess, then as you say, I shall be a generous one…” she told him, and then, to his shock, she lowered herself before him, sinking into the molten pool to the level of her chest.

“G-generous? B-but y-you already have been! And wh-what are you…?” he began to ask in a shaky voice, only for his voice to falter and eyes to go wide at the sight of her enlarged breasts bobbing noticeably and suggestively in the molten fire. They floated tantalizingly near his scaled thighs and protruding phalluses as she studied the latter closely. They were each nearly nine inches long and poking out of a single slit at acute angles to each other, ridged on top with tapered tips.

“Such phenomenal phalluses! So different than those of the boys at my school…”Rarity noted as he stood stiffly before her, afraid to move as she examined him. I couldn’t help but notice the rest of the drakes were holding their breaths as well, either uncertain of her intentions or simply in disbelief that she would carry out the act I guessed she was about to. He groaned and arched his back slightly as she squeezed one of the two shafts experimentally, milking some fresh hot fluid from his hidden apples.

She then licked it off the tip before she engulfed his narrow head of his rightmost shaft with her mouth, orally pleasuring it while she stroked the other with her hand. “Mmmm…. so hot… so virile… so wonderfully exotic!” she breathed softly around mouthfuls of drakehood as Burnt Sienna gasped and his knees threatened to buckle at the unheard-of act, leaning on her shoulders heavily while trying not to grasp them too tightly with his sharp talons.

But Midnight had been good to her word there, too, as his foreclaws simply could not pierce her skin.

* * * * *

Speaking of Midnight, allow me to pause just briefly to say that she was watching the proceedings in the Dragon Lands with great interest from our side of the portal, delaying her ongoing punishments of her classmates to observe. She simply hovered in front of it and erected a shield against the lava spatter, though she also raised the rift slightly out of the lava to keep it from flowing directly into the school courtyard.

And for the lava that had already pooled there, she simply used her magic to cool and crystalize it, molding it into a giant model of the dragon phalluses she saw. And then, on a seeming whim, she used what was left over to mold versions of human and equine organs as well beside them.

It might have been out of purely scientific interest, given she wasn’t above that even then, but I think she was more recording the equipment of each new race she saw and sexually corrupted as trophies—as fresh notches on her proverbial bedpost?

“I must say, this is most interesting…” she decided at some length as Rarity and Pinkie exchanged their appalled words. “This is quite an education on dragon culture and abilities I am getting, to say nothing of what truly nice people can do. One best shared, now that I think about it! So watch and learn, my cruel classmates!” she invited them, expanding the portal laterally with another sharp ripping noise so it was fully visible to her fellow students, which she punctuated with the sound of a school bell. “Class is back in session!”

“Oh, that’s just great! So even being screwed silly, you want us to study?” Sunny Flare shouted indignantly from where she had rolled over top of Indigo, who she was stimulating with one of Midnight’s magical constructs held in her hand while Indigo herself orally pleasured her from below. The latter couldn’t talk except for a muffled growl, but she could raise a middle finger in the direction of Midnight.

“You know, forcing us to conduct sociological studies of alien mating habits while in the middle of magically coerced copulation seems a little unfair, even for you, Sparkle.” Sugarcoat added as the equine’s organ turned intangible and phased right through the front of his human lover to leave her marehood empty for the first since she’d been taken.

It then resolidified and lengthened with its mass nestled firmly between her breasts, which she immediately pressed into its mass as its head lengthened towards her ever-talkative mouth.

“Unfair or not, that’s what you’re going to do.” Midnight grinned, picking Sunny and Indigo up in her aura and levitating them over to the portal. She then sat them up and lowered them bodily on the oversized phallic models of the dragon equipment she’d created, giving them each a single side of the dual drakehoods she’d created out of the smooth and freshly cooled but still-warm volcanic stone. They both sank down deep on them with a groan, with Indigo remarking that the ridges weren’t actually bad as they continued to paw at each other.

“Now, no talking! Class is in session! And there’s going to be a quiz later, so pay attention!” She then had the ethereal horse turn Sugarcoat to face the portal and bring her closer, who found herself staring in fresh shock and rare speechlessness at the scene of Rarity knelt in a pool of molten lava before a creature she’d thought was mythical.

* * * * *

The male dragons noticed their new audience, but only for a moment. Their attention was still fully on Rarity and the drake named Burnt Sienna, watching raptly as she went down on him in an act she later told me she’d never done even once in her life before. But she accomplished it here like she was well-practiced in it—as if it was the most normal, natural act for her in the world.

I had guessed she was going to go down on him, but I did not foresee her then kneeling in the lava and pillowing her boobs around the twin organs, squeezing them together so she could take both in her mouth at once!

“By our sacred fire…” one of the other blue drakes breathed as he watched the improbable act, which I can well imagine was not one they practiced or even knew of, given their reptilian lack of mammaries and snouts full of sharp teeth did not lend themselves well to giving oral. “Magma below, I want to try that…”

“Me too…” his larger grey friend replied, neither apparently realizing they were rubbing against each other hard and shortly clutching at each other. Maybe the many boy-on-boy scenes around me were affecting me thanks to Midnight’s magic—unlike Rainbow, I can’t say it was ever an interest of mine before, except as an exercise of power; for the record, I once made Snips and Snails do the swirl in front of me before allowing them to touch my boobs—but I found myself strongly fantasizing about such a scene, silently urging their claws towards each other’s organs.

Either because of it, or simply because they were so unbearably aroused they accepted any outlet, they obeyed as the blue dragon grasped his gray friend’s nearest phallus and began stroking it, causing him to look down in surprise but make no effort to remove it. Instead, he reached down to the other’s scaled flank to pull him closer, each breathing more of their sensual smoke for the other to inhale.

Wow, not bad! I thought as I felt another breast-centered climax building in me while staring at them through the enlarged portal. I mentally urged more from them, wanting the other five males to join in and bond with each other over watching Rarity and Sienna; in full disclosure, I can’t say I was looking to deepen their personal ties so much as give me some extra eye candy for my coming climax, hoping to boost my pleasure further.

I’d say I was sorry for being slightly selfish, except I really wasn’t. Especially given that, to my surprise and delight, they did so! The first two drakes getting into it seemed to break the ice for the others—or perhaps more appropriately for the dragons, the lava crust—as they saw what they were doing and shortly began to form pairs and threesomes.

They started pawing at and even outright making out in the dragon manner; as I watched, drake muzzles turned towards each other to begin intertwining their tongues, even as they never took their eyes off the scene before them, using it just as I was to power up their pleasure further.

Come on, take some TAIL! I further urged with my thoughts through gritted teeth, leaning into it mentally while focusing on the initial pair. You know you WANT to, boys… And then, to my erotic elation and a shiver of pleasure that nearly made me come on the spot, the blue drake blinked and licked his muzzle hard. He then slipped behind the larger gray one and bent his unresisting form over, caressing the edges of his wings to encourage him further.

“C-Cobalt?” His friend called back in audible shock, but again made no effort to stop him, using his splayed wings for balance while raising his tail high behind him. “Wh-what are you—”

“S-sorry, Stromboli, but I gotta…” his blue friend said with a shaky voice. Flames the colors of his namesake licked around the edges of his muzzle as he reached down to squeeze his twin organs together for entry, all the while staring fixedly at Rarity and Burnt Sienna. “She’s making me s-so hot that if I don’t nut now, it f-feels like my fire’s gonna burst!”

“Y-yeah…” ‘Stromboli’ said—I didn’t realize until Maud told me later that the name didn’t refer to an Istallion pizza turnover the dragons certainly wouldn’t eat or know about, but a type of volcanic eruption, which makes far more sense. “M-me too… but b-be gentle, okay?” His chest glowed between his gray scales and his breath was so hot that even without breathing fire, it began melting the stone ground in front of him from where his bent-over snout hovered above it.

Their act did not go unnoticed by the others, who found their attention at least momentarily diverted by the surprising sensual scene. “Whoa! They’re gonna—” a pink one began but couldn’t finish. They watched as Stromboli, who was easily the largest and strongest of them if his size was any measure—shivered as his friend pushed into him and then began thrusting, no longer caring that he was doing this out in the open or was being watched.

I was really close to coming then, but held it off just a little longer, having had my first glimpse of drake-on-drake sex and wanting even more. That’s right. Look at them, boys… I whispered with my thoughts as if directly into their hidden ears. They’re friends, and they’re rutting. So you can, too!

And then, as if in a trance, they began to do so as well; as I watched, two positioned themselves to spitroast a third while another was laid on his back to be taken belly-to-belly; his expression one of dazed disbelief as his legs were spread wide beneath his throbbing organs to expose his inviting orifice. He was shortly clutching at the ground and hissing sharply as his friend began pushing into him with one of his two organs, causing his own to stiffen further and squirt fluid as his prostate was milked, hard.

“Buck, yeah…” I couldn’t ever remember seeing such an erotic scene and such a strong fantasy so perfectly fulfilled, and thus, I used the old pony invective as I could hold off my latest and long-building climax no longer. “That’s… the… stuff!” I shouted as I came the hardest yet, coating Fluttershy’s fingers with fluid; I even squirted for the first time in my life, sending a spray high into the air!

When my senses returned half a minute later, I was basking in afterglow while also reeling in a mixture of shock and giddy delight—they had improbably done everything I’d wanted! And even more remarkably, there was a sudden eruption of fireflowers around the periphery of their fornicating forms and the edges of the lava pool; their stalks and buds sprouting and blooming almost instantly as if their seeds had already been present there, just waiting for a massive infusion of heat and magic to grow.

Of my magic!

Wait—did I do that? It was then I realized—my internal magic was building too! I’d never really considered myself an Element Bearer, even after joining with the human ones to defeat the Sirens, but my plan to defeat Midnight required me to act in the stead of our absent Element of Magic—the pony Twilight.

Very well—but how did I act in accordance with my assumed Element, which was basically the Magic of Friendship itself? The answer came to me instantly—by encouraging friendship, which in the erotic atmosphere we were in, I’d just translated into outright intimacy between the friendly drakes, urging them to do something they were already at least half-amenable to.

“By Celestia’s sun...” I said to myself as the possibilities swirled before me; my cheeks flushed as Fluttershy stopped long enough to stare up at me in concern. All I could think at that moment was, thank the sun and Celestia herself that I was no longer my former self. For if I’d had that kind of power before I’d been redeemed…

Well, I thought as I smiled reassuringly at Fluttershy and urged her to continue. I’m not doing it to divide and conquer like before, but help everycreature bond and be friends, right? I decided as Burnt Sienna finally noticed what had happened with his fellow drakes, staring at the same-sex scenes in momentary shock.

But he couldn’t gape for very long—not with Rarity’s mouth enveloping the upper part of his drakehoods and her lava-buoyed breasts pressed firmly into their lower girth. “By the fires below I’m going to… to…”

Whatever sensations he was feeling, they finally went into their inevitable overload as he stiffened hard and took a massive breath of the superheated and fume-filled volcanic air; his wings splaying hard behind him as his second—and far more rewarding—climax claimed him.

“By the ancient Dragon Lords!” he called out as he arched his back and released a great gout of deep orange flame into the air that matched the hue of his scales. It even reached higher than the previously waning lava curtain behind them, which suddenly increased in intensity sharply. It seemed a direct response to their mutual magical release and climax, sending a surge of fresh hot magma around them as both his organs erupted hard.

One stayed firmly embedded in Rarity’s cheeks as she found her mouth and throat flooded with dragon spunk, while the other slipped out and spurted hard all over her face and chest, leaving noticeable traces of steaming seed even against her near-white skin. Their climax, in turn, triggered those of the rapt and frantically rutting drakes behind them, eliciting a series of feral, flame-filled roars as tails and muzzles were likewise filled while untaken organs shot their loads onto chests, faces, or simply high into the air to shower down around them.

The seemingly endless streamers of seed slowed and finally ceased after a period of sixteen seconds—no, I didn’t have a stopwatch, so I’ll just credit the hyper-perception Midnight imparted again. And yet, far from spent, My magical awareness could tell that Rarity’s newly generated magic was flowing right into him from her enormous act of generosity. It caused his body, which was still only barely adolescent-sized, to suddenly surge towards maturity, his mass bulging and snout lengthening as his barrel grew; the heat and length of his flames increasing as well to rival the lava fountains themselves!

It wasn’t just his body, either—as Rarity watched in delight, his twin organs grew larger before her eyes, extending from their original eight inches to a far more impressive eleven, giving her even more to work with. “Dear me…” she said, nuzzling their increased length and girth while also licking the remaining fluid off their slickened shafts, which impossibly did not evaporate in the intense heat of the lava pool. “Did I do that?” she wondered aloud as despite coming explosively, he had not softened at all.

She was shocked, and so were myself and the other drakes—as far as they and I knew, a dragon could only mature by gaining more gold and gems, but he had none! And yet, here and now, her lovemaking had the same effect, turning him to a very powerful and virile adolescent!

He stared down at himself in amazement, examining his new size and muscles before looking back at her in utter awe. “Yes…” He said, his voice now far deeper. “By the Lords themselves, I’m grown! I’m grown! And you made me this way without so much as a single crystal!” he realized as he began to cry again. “But why? Why did you do this for me if I could offer you nothing in return?” he had to know.

“Because I wished to,” she told him, standing up out of the pool to place her hands against his chest, now only standing to the level of his neck. “Because I cannot abide seeing such a fine and flattering drake suffer for decades on end, never knowing a lady’s touch or favor! And because I wanted to show you that you do have much to offer, Sir Burnt Sienna.

“But you had to be shown it first! So this is my gift to you…” she told him as the other and only momentarily sated drakes likewise stared at the scene in utter awe; even the females by Pinkie Pie had gone slack-jawed, and I daresay envious, to see the outcome of her efforts. “My gift to all of you!”

The other drakes were spellbound at what she’d done for him; something I gather that they thought only amassing gold and gemstones would do—matured him! I don’t know if they sensed it was from her surging friendship magic, but seeing what she’d done to him, they fell to their knees before her and bowed low like she was the Dragon Lord—or Dragon Lady!—herself.

“If you can do that for all of us, we are yours to command, Lady Rarity…” the largest one told her. “Our hoards and our bodies belong to you… now and forever!” the gray one proclaimed.

“My word…” she made a show of looking around at each kneeling dragon in turn. “To have an entire entourage of such dashing drakes at my command? A harem of the most chivalrous and magnificent males forever mine to enjoy? And all I have to do is let you make such utterly exquisite love to me as your worthy friend here shortly will?” she went starry-eyed as they all nodded eagerly.

“Then let us begin! What I have done for him, I will do for all of you! But not just for me!” she told them. “For the sake of your own females and future offspring, I will teach you how to properly treat a lady, and your ladies in turn how to properly treat their males! And I will start with you, Sir Burnt Sienna! So now take me, young dragon! Claim your first female, and with me, your rightful title of drake!”

“Yes, My Lady…” he said as he picked her up and turned her around to take her in a more conventional manner. “For all you have done for me, may I yet please you and prove worthy of your favor...”

I think it was at that moment, even before she let the dragon take her and her internal magic grew stronger than ever, that I knew my plan was going to succeed.

Rarity’s Theme: Eternal Flame