Dragon Tails

by Star_Draco

Rating: mature
Tags: Garble, Smolder, Ember, Dragons, Random, Alternate Universe, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Comedy, Romance, Sex
Length: 35165

The wild side and unbounded stories of The Dragon Lord series spanning the first and second with the third on the way. Will you tread through these Dragon Tails?

These are side stories to The Dragon Lord's Consort. Explore the wild side of dragons, whether they are by themselves, with each others, or even cross species. Spike's world is getting bigger and his story is just starting but, these are the adventures and exploits that cannot be read in his normal adventure.

So the saying goes: 'whatever happens, tread carefully beneath a dragon's tail.'
Any new chapter will have the fetishes typed in the chapter to showcase what will partake. Cover art is temporary to match the story.

Published 2016-06-23 15:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-29 17:19:57 UTC

Internal Conflict

Author's Note

I am so sorry for the delay on Dragon Lord's Consort, but i had recently lost my job and didn't want to get distracted writing stories while I am looking for another one. I may be like this for another two weeks before I get back on my feet, so once again, i do apologize. :applecry:
Now as for this, I have been getting PMs saying why add the sex tag to the story and to be fair, Dragon's Consort was to be a clopfic but i wanted to get off on a good start so for now, I had it teen rated and i quickly changed the story to a normal tone but with explicit events happening offsite. Yes there would be adult jokes there but it would be kept minimal.
Now, these are only going to appear once every 4 to 5 stories in Dragon's Consort. Whether it would be something small or something that was written to the side, you will find it here. I may even do non-cannons for the sake of clop. But for now, this will follow the main story line unless otherwise stated. Each chapter before they start will show what kind of fetishes, types of clops will be on it. Suggestions are always helpful!
Expect no edit on the first chapter! Along with that, the title has a double meaning!

Internal Conflict

The Dragon Lord's Consort: Dragon Tales

The Internal Conflict

Contains: (F/Solo, Tail Sex, First time, Pre-heat, and implied Incest)

Being dragon lord meant lots of things and then it meant little things. It could mean to have the biggest hoard, have total control over all dragons, have your own body guards and even demand something of it and it would be given to you.

The little things meant that she could enjoy a private chamber of her own with her own magma pool. Along with it came a small fountain where somewhat clean drinking water was available to her, a small amount of hunted meat was stored in between salted rocks and fish. A variety of stolen but soft pony pillows(before her time as Dragon Lord) to lie on. Lastly, she could choose to hang out with or be around any dragon she wanted and not have to worry about them trying to hit your or take your things. If they tried, it would end very badly.

So why is it though that the greatest and simplistic of things that come with as being Dragon Lord, was not being able to satisfy yourself a big deal? To say that you have everything then nothing at all was the biggest and most annoying saying when it is true.

Ember had a problem and it was difficult to rid of, though not as big as a problem as many others. She was bothered, more than that, she was in heat and the fact that she was trying to steer clear or keep her mind occupied from it, made the situation worse.

Being one of the youngest dragons around, she was approaching the age of Egg baring hips and one of her first heats. She wasn't quite there yet this being a sorta pre-heat to her actual heat coming months, nor was she looking forward to it. At this point, she wouldn't mind having any male… no not any male, because that would apply to Garble, which she wouldn't dare think about. No, but she could get rutted by a male and not worry about getting Egg-Heavy… at least, that was the hope.

Sometimes, the trick of the body is not knowing which it true or not…

So, here she was, in her mass chamber, pacing herself on what to do with her time. She didn't want to relief herself for that required finding something she has no experience with. Having spent most of her life living with her father, she had more or less spent time trying to prove herself to him. Anything she tried to do when it came to her first couple of heats, she had a distraction. A challenge to conquer, an enemy to fight, a hunt to go find.

And yet, there in all lies the problem of being dragon lord. She could have whatever she wanted handed to her. If she tries to fight a dragon, they would cower away or let her win without the challenge. Even if she ordered them to fight her, the fact that she was dragon lord made it more difficult. She can't create a challenge for herself for she knew what the challenge my hold and having more food available to her, ready or not, meant so little hunts to do.

She shuddered as a chill went down her spine. She could feel her cloaca parting and moisture slowly falling through her scales. She shook her head, trying to get the feeling or even thoughts out of her head. She dug her claws into her palms and held shaky breaths to herself.

A distraction was all that she needed, anything! A dip in the lava pool would make it worse, so maybe a dip in a lake or by the ocean might help. But… where? Yes, she had the fountain but it wasn't very much. Any lake nearby where contaminated by the dry land around it. The ocean had creatures around and even if just going in the shallow end, who knows what might be lurking around.

She growled to herself, trying to really think but this 'pre-heat' felt more like an actual heat and it was greatly throbbing within her belly. Releasing a heavy and shaky sigh, her body shuddered as more of her nectar dripped from between her lips. The stench of heat lingered the area and despite it being a big cavern, she felt like the entire area had filled with her odor.

A single claw slowly traveled down her body, running the tip of it down her gut where she slowly etched closer and closer to her quivering scales. Just getting near it made her fluids run down her legs, causing tingles and shivers to run up her spine. Her claw touch the upper part of her opening, slowly passing the top, just teasing herself. She dared not go any further, she dared not think about what would happen if…

“Ember! Are you there!” a booming voice spoke.

She jolted out of her delusion and sighed angrily. With a snort, she inhaled before turning towards the entrance.

“Yes father! I'm here! And will you call me by my actual name!”

There was a large snort and a head popped its way unto the entrance of the cave.

“Don't get snippy with me hatchling! You maybe Dragon Lord but you are still my daughter!” His grin was just as big as his head, metaphorically speaking.

“And don't call me hatching! I am a dragoness! Not a hatchling!”

His grin remained.

“I am aware of that, my daughter. The smell of heat fills this cave with your blossoming to adulthood!”

Her cheeks flushed and she felt flustered. He let out a chuckle and he laid his giant head onto the ground. This time, his voice was gentle… if that was even possible.

“Have you relieved yourself then yet?”

“...” she tried to respond but she shook her head. “No father, I have not. I cannot! This is my pre-heat but it feels just like an actual one!”

A large inhale, a normal inhale for him, and he released it, gently blowing a hot breeze to her.

“You have yet to seek a mate to satisfy you?”

“I will not seek a random male to rut me! Can you imagine how the dragons would look at me if they saw me with a random male and mating?”

Her father moved his head a bit up and down; a shrug.

“Then a female then!”

“...” Once again she was left stumped and she shook her head. Her father was odd… more so today.

He gave a small chuckle.

“What? You believe that your satisfaction can be relieved only by males?”

“...yes?” she paused. “No… I don't know!” she fumed, a small burst of smoke leaving her mouth. “What could would a female do that a male can't?”

“You have yet to relieve yourself so I am sure you would be surprised.”

She gave him a stink eye.

“And… you are fine with me with another female?”

Another shrug.

“You are the Dragon Lord. You may do as you please. I being the former Dragon Lord, can only give you advice from my experiences and my past.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And I am sure mother would approve that you are telling me to rut anydrake just to relieve myself?”

“Would you prefer if I do? You know, for old times sake. Just like I used to help clean you when you were a hatchling.”

She growled.

“Once again father, I AM NOT A HATCHLING! I can take care of myself!”

He growled with his grin.

“I can see that!” His eyes flashing towards her legs before responding. “Then prove it, Dragon Lord! Relief yourself within the next few minutes and see if you don't need another! I'll return soon enough!” With that, the giant head exited the cave and soon she was left alone.

She fumed again as soon as he left but not before sighing as she once again felt that burning need rush through her legs. She realized that she had been dripping in front of her father this entire time and her body yearned for release! With a growl, she reached her claws down to between her legs were she rushed them in right on her opening.

She gasped, a sharp jolt running up her body as her claws made contact with her opening. The heat from between her legs was a warmth unlike any other. Feeling the heat, her legs shook, no longer having the energy nor the capability to hold herself up. She look around the cave for a place to relieve herself. Spotting her luxury pillows towards the corners, she walked over there, on shaky legs as she left behind a trail of fluids on the cave floor. Each step had her scales rubbing against one another, her cloaca opening and closing with every moment. Her eyes heavy as she approached her sanctum, her mouth inhaled and exhaling as she moved closer and closer. With a big flap, she landed on top of the pillows, nearly sinking all the way through the mountain top of pillows. She let out a loud groan as a few pillows touched her spread lips, the edges or the stitching rubbing between or outside of her lips. She moved her hips, up and down on the pillows, trying to get that feeling once more, but not able to. Shifting around a bit, she brought her claws once more to her lips and slowly rubbed her claw against her flesh. She was gentle, the tip of the claw tracing the outer line of her lips, gently scratching the itch that occupied the outer edge of her hole. A pass was all it took for more of her juices to flow out of her body, landing on the pillows before her. Her moans were anything but quiet and her body moved in tone with her claws.

Deciding that she had enough teasing, she slowly brought her claw to her opening, slowly sticking a single claw digit in her before releasing a cry as she finally entered her own body. The squishing sound as she sank her claw deeper into her body made it all the more lewd, bring her to a moaning mess. Feeling that her single claw wasn't enough, she sank in another one. Two occupied her hole now and she slowly began retracting them, gently but putting minor pressure on her inner walls, moaning as she brought them out before pushing them back in. Her body finally getting its release began to move with her. Her claws hitting her inner depths, sliding the claws on the walls before them almost out before shoving them back in, was the entire process. She was a heaping mess as her body moved to match her own thrust, her own tail twitched to and fro as she continued her ministrations on her body.

She growled when her claws couldn't get any deeper, as least, not without harming herself. Releasing that her heat lied within her core, she brought her tail down to her body. Knowing that it might be bigger going towards the base, she would have to at least get the tip and a little bit after inside of her. Grabbing it, she rubbed her own tail along the opening, teasing herself and whimpering as she rubbed the tip of it with her juices so it could slide right. She rubbed it all around, trying to get much lubrication around it and hoping that it would be deep enough to touch her core.

However, just as she was about to, she saw her claws and tail covered in her fluids. The drips that fell from them, back down to her own body made her curious, more so then before. Would it be disgusting to try one's own fluids? Or would it be something… different?”

At this point, she was willing to see how well she could understand and work her body. Leaning both her head and claw towards each other, her tongue stuck out of her mouth and gave a single lap of her own nectar.

“Sweet...” she said softly. “Sweet and salty.” She inhaled deeply, quickly and greedily lapping at her claws, trying to get much of her own liquid back into her body. Oh, if any other dragon could see their Dragon Lord know!

She had enough stalling now. With another growl, she grabbed her soaked tail and rammed into her sopping went lips, letting out a silent cry of ecstasy and pain as she had managed to reach her core in a single stroke.

Slowly bringing her tail out, she whimpered as each scale and edge of her tail rubbed all around her walls. She only managed to get the tip and a few inches in her, but that was all she really needed in her. With just leaving the tip right outside, she watched her own fluids drip from her tail back onto her opening, before slowly pushing it in and repeating the process.

Never has she felt so much joy in her body. The closest would be the time she flew high into the clouds and felt the heat of the sun and the cold of the air surrounding her. This was above that, maybe more. She felt the tip of her tip, touching her inner womb, giving the tip a wiggle to rub it and making her cry out more as she was achieving a total high.

Her body made it known that soon, she would achieve climax. She wanted it, more than anything but she felt that it must be grand, that she would have to think of something. Then she began to slowly bring it in and out of her body while she thought that it was some drake tending to her. A male of grand stature, one that would shower her with more than just jewels. She would be showered with love and praise!

Her thrusting increased, her fluids became a river onto the pillows and her claws tore through them. She wanted to feel it all! She wanted to feel his claws, holding her, bring them around her body as he would thrust himself in her. He would reach her core, burying his length deep within her body, all the while he would whisper, careless, wordless nonsense of how she was the most beautiful thing in the world. How he would care not for her title, care not just for her body, but her mind and soul.

His claws digging into her hide, trying to get every inch of his body into her, make sure that along with his approaching climax, that she would reach hers as well. She was so close! She was almost there! His mouth would latch onto her neck, his teeth would bare deeply onto his, sinking until she bled, marking him as hers! She would cry out to the heavens as his mouth would carry her blood, as he would protect her, care for her, mate her and much more.

He was tall, he was green and purple, he was…

“SPIKE!” she cried out as sunk her tail deep within her body, finally triggering her climax and making her roar out as release finally was achieved. Wave of wave of fluid gushed between the spaces from her tail and her opening as it splashed the pillows around her legs. Her body would jerk at each squirt that did managed to leave her body, at each release and at each gush, she let out a weak cry. Her eyes were heavy, her body felt weak but somewhat less heated and she had never felt so much satisfaction in her life. She just lied there for a few minutes, waiting to catch her breath and letting her body rest. As she pulled out her tail, a moan left her as fluids ran down like a river from her opening, dripping of or matting the luxuries pillows.

She tried to pull herself out of the pillows but felt really weak now. This being her first orgasm, she really wasn't used to the sudden drain in her body. She felt… content, the world might be spinning and her mind was lost in but she felt revealed and knew that maybe it might not be so bad.

What ruined the moment for her was that first, she spoke out Spike's name as she climaxed. Did she really cry out for a baby dragon for her satisfaction? Or was it because he was the only dragon she knew of? No, she knew of others… but not like him and no other come close to him. Still, he was a baby… no he was more mature than that, she thought. He maybe be young, judging by the amount of fins on his spine, he was maybe a few years younger than her.

Yet, she could already imagine him older, stronger, more her size then. But why him? Why him out of all the dragons did she think of him? Was it because he was nice to her? That he gave up the Bloodstone Scepter for her? They had only known each other for a few hours yet, he trusted her with that amount of power. To do what was right and to make it better for pony and dragon kin to co-exist.

She was rattled out of her thoughts with the booming voice of her father re-entering the cave.

“Ember! Have you managed to sedate yourself or will your father have to do the work… again!”

Growling but still feeling a bit drained, she managed to flip herself over and clime out of the pillows, peeking over the edge.

“I have father!” Pulling herself out, she nearly fell out of the pillows. “And you better hope that no dragon is hearing of this or you will be sorry!”

Her father, big as he was, laughed much to her chagrin, and before settling.

“You truly are my daughter! You think you can scare me now that you are dragon lord?”

Trying to angrily retort against her father, she grabbed the pillow only to drop out with a cry, she slid down the mountain of pillows towards the bottom. With a sigh, she shakily stood up, her juices having ceased flowing from her body, she approached the ginormous head of her father.

His grin was as big as he left.

“Well?” he asked.

She wanted to say something but gave out as a loud exhale of air, clearly indicating she gave up. Her father chuckled again, rubbing his muzzle against her.

“It's alright Ember, for one day you become large as me, then maybe you can actually do something to harm me.”

Ignoring the rub, she shook her head.

“By that time father, you will be to old to fight back and I'll be at my prime so it would be no challenge.”

Her father growled in amusement.

“At your prime, my dear daughter, you would already have many hatchlings surrounding your legs and your mate would be trying to match my height. And besides, who are you calling old?”

“You!” she half-yelled. “You, you big old, giant of a dragon's arse!”

“I am not that old.”

“Your bordering a millennium and a half!” she retorted.

“And when you get this old you will still have the galls to attack your father?”

“For be an annoying thorn on my tail right now, yes!”

“Then on that day, your mate better provide for you many hatchlings before I set you down.”

“I won't need a mate to protect me or have a reason to provide hatchling for him after I stand on top of your old body!”

At this point the heated argument had Ember close to her father, staring angrily into his eyes while his eyes berated amusement on his daughter.

“Let's see what he says when that time comes.” he answered coolly, finishing the conversation.

Ember snorted and crossed her arms.

“Well, I won't need a mate now, or in the next century. For now, I just want to be alone.”

Her father didn't answer and something immediately made her do a double take on her father's expressions. With a normal tone, he spoke to her.

“Young Ember, my daughter...” Oh gods, the way he spoke, she knew something bad was coming. “You must understand that, despite being Dragon Lord, there are certain… responsibilities that come with it. Some that even I had to follow and now that you are Dragon Lord, you must follow as well. Being a Dragon Lord does mean you rule dragons, but, to rule them all, there must be one by your side. One to give you hatchlings or to support you in the time of you greatest needs.” Her arms dropped and she stared up at her father, somewhat agape and a bit frightened at the implications of what he was saying.

“You, now being a Dragon Lord, must have a mate, to continue your rule and to show the other Dragons that you are fit to be a Lord.”

“What does me having a mate, allow me to keep my rule, father?” she said evenly. She tried to mask the anger that welled within her, knowing her father kept this from her.

“Once a time long ago,” he began. “The first Dragon Lords ruled by themselves, conquering and ruling dragon lands here and there own their own. Over time, they seemed content with being the only rulers of their lands, however, with time, they grew either to mad with all their power or grew weary from it. Being a Dragon Lord meant that all the power was building within them and had to be dispersed evenly or cause the dragon to burn their bodies out or kill them. Now, few of the first Dragon Lords did have mate, but they didn't channel their energy to their mates, hence they died of quickly or young. When the Elders, the ones whom record the history of dragons realize this, they enacted a rule that when a Dragon is given the mantle to be the new Dragon Lord, they must take on a mate or even a consort soon. After which, when both the Dragon Lord and their mate/consort would touch the Bloodstone Scepter, they share an energy bond that will bound them for life. The mate could be male or female but it must be shared with them.”

“Why did you keep this from me until now?”

“I wasn't aware my daughter didn't want a mate. Knowing that you were going to enter your heat soon, I assumed you would have immediately found a mate and you two would be bound already.”

Ember felt her heart beat a mile a minute and she knew that all too late, that when Spike handed over the Scepter, they were bounded. That he and her would share the energy and power of being a Dragon Lord. However, that meant that if Spike touched it first, then handed it to her, was she his mate by the spell, or was it by him surrendering it to her cancel it? The worry and shock in her face was easily picked up by Torch.

“Who else touched the Scepter?” her father asked. Despite the room being located near a volcano and having a lava bath nearby, she suddenly felt very cold. She couldn't help but shrink a bit in her father's gaze. “Who else touched the Scepter, Ember?” he asked, almost commandingly.

“S-Spike.” she said, softly. “The hatchling.” she swallowed. “He grabbed it first… before handing it to me.”

Her father remained silent and she was now really afraid. She might be a Dragon Lord but she still feared her father. The fact that he wasn't lashing out or screaming made it the worse.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke an in even tone.

“He is now your mate and you are his. Bring him here to the Dragon Lands.”

Looking up, she met her father's gaze. There was some anger but also some thoughts going into his head.

“Father?”

He growled softly, but nonetheless, nuzzled her. She shivered but welcomed the warm nuzzle from her father.

“I take some blame in this Ember. I know I tried to keep you from the Challenge, but if I had let you partake or known you had, I would have told you everything about the responsibilities that come with it.”

With a shaky nod, she responded.

“And if I had known, maybe I wouldn't have taken the challenge.”

He nodded.

“I don't blame you, my daughter, but just like me, you were hard headed and wanted to prove me wrong.” A small grin appeared on his large head. “And you did, which is why I am not fully upset about this. You proved to me that you are strong, stronger than other dragons and that you were willing to risk claw and tail to get the Scepter.” he let out a deep rumble of a sigh. “Still, I wish that there was more… careful planning to this.”

“But father? How can I get him here? He lives with ponies and they are like family to him? I do not wish to take him away from his family.”

He gave a single nod.

“And family is important but, with this new development, there is sacrifice. Not all the Dragons know all the rules until the previous Dragon Lord explains them all to them, but you must abide to them and you may have to do something you might regret later on.”

“Like what?”

He shook his head.

“As I said, for now you must bring him here. You must bring him here by week's end, in which case if he doesn’t the process would already begin with the power consuming your body over the centuries and die young. You two have been apart for too long, and it might consume him too. The link must have you two together no more than a week apart.” He inhaled and exhaled softly. “Lie to him if you have to, make a story up or telling him something about why he must return to be your consort or mate but, you must do it soon.”

“I-I'll try father.” she spoke, shaky and nervous.

“Please do, Ember, for both of your sakes.” He gave a small lick across her head, indicating his affection for her before leaving the cave. She was left all alone and soon, she had to come up with a plan that would put the risk of not only herself but her only friend that she had. What would she do if he said no? What would happen if they were never together? Could she live the rest of her live, no matter how short it would be, that she caused him so much pain without telling him?

No, she couldn't and neither could she. No, she had to think of something, something that would get him to leave his family for her. To get him to understand that there was only one option. She needed to lie to him, just like her father said and she needed to be careful. After they arrived back here, she would tell him. Maybe he might hate her for a century or two, but that was fine. He just had to be by her, no more than a week apart, then maybe later on, find a way to keep in touch with his family. Yes, that could work… right?

For the first time in many years, Ember felt tears run down her cheeks and she shook with fear and sadness.

Reality vs Fantasy

The Dragon Lord's Consort : Dragon Tales

Reality vs Fantasy

Contains: In Reality(Nocturnal Emission, Slight-Masturbation, M/Solo)
In Dreamscape(M/F/F, Cock-worship, BDSM, slight-inflation, deep penetration, public, and mind-control)

(No editors were used in the making of this fanfic. Viewer discretion is advised.)

Garble had taken his sleep with a grain of salt and that was saying something. Despite the oddly shaped(And somewhat comfortable feeling, though he wouldn't dare admit it) couch, he was lost in a sea of where reality dissipated and his own fantasy began.

… The mountain peek where is throne stood high…

… skies dawned with red and fire, distant blazes were seen of pony settlements…

… former Dragon Lord Torque bowing his head in great respect to his new Lord…

… The smell of females burned his nose like the lava pits of a volcano. Hundreds surrounded him, both below his throne and hovering just a bit above. Both Dragonesses from young to ancient, to the ugliest to the most beautiful…

… Yes, even Crackle was there… looking interested in him… legs raised with a dripping slit… licking her unusually long tongue over her maw...

“...”

Disturbing yes, but not unnoticed... and unwanted?

His cock slowly twitched from his slit, blood slowly moving towards his lower region…

The many male dragons before him were jealous or filled with great envy but held pride over their new leader. His might had brought about the fall of ponies and brought great expeditions for dragon kin alike. The world was in fear of his Lordship, his power over dragons and his fearless nature.

The head slowly peaked out from his slit… a slow transition as he slowly began to harden…

Yet… nothing… and he meant nothing in all of the world, in all of the kingdoms he's conquered, has he ever been more pleased then the have the dragoness below him. The one whom chocked upon reaching The Bloodstone Scepter. The one who coward at his might, as he took the Scepter and proclaimed himself, Dragon Lord.

A soft grunt came from him, as his cock waddled back and forth, slowly increasing his girth. His groan came from the chilly air the filled the room, slowly but gently teasing his member. It sought warmth, it sought surrounding… it sought flesh.

She groveled before him, taking in his awe inspiring looks, his fearful aura that caused the males to cower, and the females to moan in delight. He sent shivers down spines, his scent spiked the arousal of females around and even a few males that found him attractive. Other older dragons looked away as if to avoid his wrath. The feeling of total and complete control brought him much joy.

He groaned again, his claw slowly reaching for his growing penis, giving a pass as his mind played out his fantasy.

To his right, was Ember as she nuzzled the inner of his thighs, slowly trying to ease her way to his throbbing organ while to the left, Amethyst was in the same way, but her tongue was out and about, lapping his legs and seeking his glory.

“Yeah, that's right. Come to your new master.” he growled to both Dragonesses, wielding the scepter before them. They both moaned his name, drawing closer and closer to his inner legs. His cock had long come out but what was not your average sized dragon length, was a behemoth that made the smaller dragons look like hatchlings and make the larger ones feel incomparable.

Thicker than Ember's arm, almost as long as his legs, his throbbing bright red penis stood glistening in the sun. Each throb sent chills down the spines of the females, every slow drop of precum made everyone hungry for a taste.

His cock reached max length, not as glorious as his fantasy but still impressive enough on its own. He too began to leak from his tip, his dream becoming more vivid than before. His own left claw gently rubbing his spear, bringing in another groan of pleasure to his mouth.

Both females slowly lapped at each side of his cock, making him moan in delight at the same time, feeling more empowered as he used the scepter the service him. He didn't care that the others saw, nor did he honestly mind the constant stares of hungry dragonesses that begged to taste his red, juicy flesh. What made it more was that he had great control of his own organ, despite two dragonesses licking at it with each drop of pre that ran down the sides.

No, he expected them to follow his bidding down to the letters. Soon, one dragoness became brave, going behind the throne and began massaging his tail, while two more came down and began to rub his expansive wings. Yeah, he could have send them off running but… right now, he didn't care. His will was heard and his word held law.

He rubbed his length up and down, causing a slow mess of fluids to appear on his lower abdomen. He was so lucid into his dream, he was unaware of the door opening to his room, nor the eyes that caught the dragon's grand spire. Wide and curious, they watched as the dragon continued to groan in his sleep.

Ember was rubbing her slit up and down his length, her own heavy arousal creating heavy secretions around his cock and to the stone beneath. She moaned in both pleasure and agony as she tried to get his cock to enter her heated vent but he growled in delight in teasing the blue dragoness. Oh how he loved making her want him all the more. The flame that burned in his hearts of hearts as he witnessed his dream tail become his mindless slave.

The eyes from the door watched intently as the dragon continued to rub his length, unaware of his gazing intruder. Thankfully, the room was dark as the hallway, still, dragons had night vision and were cautious to even be looking. Agonizingly slow, the door opened to a soft creek, hesitant to move forward once the door fully opened to allow them in. A single step caused a small echo into the room, making them stop, waiting to see if the dragon would awake.

“P-Please, Dragon Lord Garble!” Ember begged. “S-Stick it inside of me!” Her body was hot, her walls burned for need and her body demanded his see to quench her fire.

His grin was dark but he knew that he too, was getting a little heated for the fore play.

“Beg for it!” he growled to her ear. He rubbed his long length on top of her slit. “Beg for it like if your life depended on it. Like you would die without it. BEG!”

He growled in his sleep, causing a small burst of pre from his tip and landing onto his lower belly. The intruder stopped, fear gripping them as they were so close to the dragon. A jar materialized in front of them.

“Please! I need it! I NEED IT!” she roared.

“What do you want? Just my cum? You want to be splattered by it? Do you want me to get you egg-heavy?”

“Yes! Yes! All of it! Fill me up! I want your seed! I want your eggs!”

As the pre dripped down like a small fountain, the jar was gently pressed against his upper cock tip. The tip was pushed so a small bent on his head formed, making the pre land directly into the jar. Meanwhile the eyes watched in great focus as the jar began to slowly fill. Tongue licked over dry lips, tail swayed to and fro with excitement and nostrils flared with the wonderful and strong musk of male.

His body slammed into her tight walls, a roar of accomplishment echoing throughout the lands. He had claimed his mate, he had claimed his prize, and he basked in its glory. Her screams of pain and pleasure echoed as loud as his if not more. Other dragons celebrated his glory and soon, an orgy of dragons began.

Roars of delight echoed the valley and beyond. Even old Torque got in on the action as dragons of every gender ran up and down his over large length. But his greatest pleasure was seeing his daughter being rutted by his lord. The area soon began to smell of sex that spread through the wind for miles.

More and more flowed from the tip, the dragon groaning as his peak was approaching. The jar was half full and showed no signs of stopping. They were all to eager to get to the main course and yet, the lips hungered for a taste, curiosity peaking their mind. Leaning in, they tried to catch a taste.

Each trust was a shockwave of pure lust and power, Ember's orgasms coming out in buckets and poured beneath, creating a literal river of cum that flowed from top the hill. Other dragons lapped at her fluids, despite the rocky mixture. It touched the Dragon Lord's essence, it must be tasted!

“So close!” he growled, his form taking on a larger approach. The dragons were moaning with him, the fires of the world burning brighter and brighter. Torque roared out as a volcanic eruption of cum spewed from his giant cock covering many dragon around. Others roared out their climaxes as well, cum from both sexes spilling upon the floors and creating pools of it.

“You wanted it! Take it all! TAKE IT ALL!” he roared. His cock gave a final throb, before slamming deep into her belly. Ember cried out in orgasmic bliss as she finally climaxed for the final time. Garble roared a mighty roar of triumph, it echoing throughout the area followed by the triggering thousands of dragon climaxes as well. Ember's belly expanded with his seed, her moans filling his ears with music of dominance and victory.

A growl left him followed by bursts of seed that shot out of the tip. The intruder jumped back in surprise, nearly dropping the jar. Two thick shots landed on their face directly; they quickly used magic to point the cock towards Garble, the rest landing on his belly. The jar was full and overflowing. The smell of mask clouded their vision and before they could get a proper taste, Garble snorted himself awake. They realized the jig was up and quickly pulled in the jar of loaded essence before disappearing in a flash.

Garble grumbled to himself, a moan of satisfaction leaving him. His eyes opened; what greeted his sight was his own cock, not as big in his dream, dripping his cum upon his belly.

“Dammit,” he muttered to himself. “Now I gotta clean up.” He paused as saw his seed before him. “Hmm… should have been a lot more?” He shrugged it off and looked around the room. He wasn't really allowed to leave but he knew that if the others especially the stupid ponies saw him, they would freak… not that he would care but the fact that Ember might see him like this made it all the worse.

He spotted the pillow he had thrown off to the side and reached for it. He paused, realizing the ponies might see or smell his spunk. Then that would cause problems if they found out.

It took him all of ten seconds to realize he is never coming back here so he shouldn't care.

With a grunt, he grabbed the pillow and brought it over to his belly. He began whipping away all of his seed, smearing it onto the pillow. The pillow soaked up his seed, causing dark stains to appear all over it. In less then a minute, he cleared up all his mess, even rubbing his retreating cock over to get any excess fluids.

Satisfied, he threw the pillow off to the side and let it soak in his cum. He then saw that he was clean, albeit a little sticky, and was allowing sleep to once again consume him. His cock had retracted with his slit and soon, the room began to echo with his snores.

He was soon out of it. So out of it that he didn't hear or was disturbed by a quick flash of light in the room. The occupant from early, saw what Garble had done. They quickly grabbed the pillow, full of his dried seed. Magic surrounded the pillow before it was brought to their face. A deep inhale was given, followed by a soft moan of joy. Garble snorted and turned to the side, away from the stranger. Feeling relief, watch over them, they then conjured another pillow and left it there. Hopefully, he would be dumb enough to believe that the pillow soaked up everything and no lasting smell would linger.

Holding the pillow close, the stranger saw that they had a few minutes maybe less before the pillow completely absorbed Garble's seed. Making sure the dragon was really asleep, they quietly 'Thanked' the Horny dragon for their erotic dream and virile seed.

In a flash, they were gone, leaving the dragon to sleep until the morning.

Author's Note

So another shot towards the sidelines, this one honestly came out of no where. Like... i had originally planned for something else but this one popped in my head and i didn't even plan for it. Truth was, i just typed and went with it. Either way, it is a dream sequence so once and done i think.
Anyways, this whole scenario is actually a 'What if' picture i found on tumblr and it was pretty much like this though a small bit of it said the Garble all but killed spike and i didn't want to involve any deaths or mentions of it so i ruled it out.
Lastly, i know that a lot of stories that involve dragons(non-anthro ones) with clop, have the dragons with hemipenes and moved around it for two reasons.
One is that since the teenagers wanted to mate, they would be on their hind legs rather traditional reptiles would be as quadrupeds. Second, i think that the type of dragons very based in the show are diffrent. That they are anthro and non anthro dragons. Torque was kind of a blend for both so ill see how to work with that but. While the teens were anthro and the adults were quads, i decided that maybe greed vs nurture has a huge factor in how they will grow to be.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!! Get ready for more soon!

First Flare

First Flare

Contains: (M/F, First Time, Scent Marking, Licking, Light-Masturbation, Fondling, Oral, Female Ejaculation, Orgasm Denial, growth, and tail play.)

Struggling more, she managed to overpower the drake and pulled herself off before shuffling a bunch of pillows out of the way, trying to bring in some fresh. She cleared an opening, bringing in fresh air to herself, she was about to pull out of it, just as Spike grabbed her legs.

“…!” She wanted to yelp, she wanted to cry out in surprise but what really left was a gasp… followed by a shriek of what Spike had just done. It was too late, the young Drake had succumbed to his inner instincts and he lost himself.

A true yelp left her as she was pulled back into the mountain of pillows and her consort’s true simulation came into fruition. Instincts had won him over.

Strength from nowhere and an alluring response to her scent, Spike had grabbed her legs, shoving his face in between her thighs and immediately inhaled where more of her wonderful scent was coming from. The smell orientated around her body but it was between her legs where the source was.

“Spike!” She managed to gasped out, just feeling his snout brushing against her slowly, opening slit.

That seemed to jar his head, snapping out of his state, yet he was still hazy.

“Whaa…” Pulling herself as best as she could, Spike still held on, though it wasn’t as strong as before. Managing to look at him, she saw that this being his first experience, it was more than the little drake could handle. It was filling his head with unsolicitous or stable thoughts.

Ember couldn’t exactly blame him though. Being raised by ponies with little, if any proper knowledge about dragons have left him unstable. Trying her best to keep him from doing something he might regret… or she might regret, she gently pushed him away from her legs.

“S-Spike, I need you to listen. What your smelling is… what I went through almost a week ago… my pre-heat. Know… I had an e-earlier s-sessions with myself and didn’t properly clean after myself. I-I am sorry that you are smelling all of it but you need to get out…”

Only half of the words made it through to his brain, while the other half was only still trying to inhale more of Ember’s essence. Groggily, he managed to speak.

“P-P-Pre-heat? Sessions?” His head swayed a bit back and forth, his mind still lost in the lusty haze. “E-Ember? Why… why is it so strong?”

Biting her lips, she gently brushed her claw over his face.

“This is the first time you are smelling a dragoness in heat… sorta. I mean… when I went to go get you, I was still in the after effects but we were outside. Then, when we got here, I kept you away from the pillows as best as possible because… well its here were I tried to ‘relieve’ myself. I just… forgot to ‘clean up’. Me being dumb, I had to drop you into the pillows… and it created a hot box so to speak.”

Once more, only a few of the words made it through. Spike was slowly coming back but he was still close to Ember enough that he caressed his face against her again.

“I like the feeling… the smell,” he answered. The feral side was speaking but the intellectual part also came through. “B-But I don’t want to do something… something bad. I-I don’t want you to-to hate me…” A whimper left him but he continued to swim in the haze. “I-I don’t know what to do?”

Ember felt worse, more than ever. She was a horrible consort and it pained her to see him in such a state. He was young to a point where he was borderline teen but not quite there. His emotions were mixing with his instincts and they were in a war with one another, trying to be the deciding factor. She could see his struggle, the feral versus the brain and she knew that he was strong… but how strong remained to be seen.

Most dragons would have already jumped, mounted, and mated without a second thought. The feral side kicks in while the smart becomes a tiny backend of the brain. Yet, here was a dragon having two sides trying to decide what to do. The fact he actually managed to be stop before he did something, (he was not that strong, just caught her off surprised so its not like she could kick him off) and probably ruin the relationship they were trying to build, was a testament of how strong his mind and heart were over his feral side.

Still, it left the big question of what should she do? She had to act now and quick. Throw him out of the pillows, perhaps into the lava pit or water fountain to clean of any smells or traces of herself on him? OR… should she try to ease him into what he was feeling, make him feel more comfortable with it? Basically, she was going to have to teach him proper courting and mating… while allowing him to experience it claws on experience.

A shiver ran up her spines and whether it was excitement or fear, she had no idea. The thought of what she was going to be teaching him was so… alien to her that the experience could leave a lasting impression on both of them. Yet, why did it feel so bad knowing that she was going to be teaching him something that someone else should have taught him? He had no kin retaliated to him, as far as she knew. No known ‘Sire’ or ‘Dam’, no bloodlines that closely resemble other dragons. No connections in any way to other dragons, other than her, for him to seek any actual, proper mating habits, and so on.

The universe was cruel and yet, sometimes it gave answers you would least suspect; its what she learned within the last week and it would continue to do so.

Pulling him in, so that his head was close to her, practically touching, with the pillows allowing so much room, Ember’s eyes casted orange eyes on his emerald ones before speaking in a firm voice.

“Spike, if you want to know what to do, I will teach you. I will help you understand the ways of how to properly do this, but I want you to know a few things. For whatever reason, you find something uncomfortable or something bad, you let me know. At the same time, if I tell you to stop, you listen. This is both of our first times and… we might not actually mate, I still want to make sure that you are properly taught how to handle the situation. We are both in rut… so to speak but I want you to know that no matter what happens, you and I will never have to do this ever again if you don’t want to. Is all that understood?”

Eyes stared into the very soul of his consort, making sure that he heard every word that she had just told him and made sure that he would repeat them in her mind as many times he could. He was going to be taught a very important lesson and he wanted to make sure that if he was to do this right, he would hear every word, understand every action, followed every command, making sure that they were both to understand what this may hold in their very futures.

Reluctantly he nodded but there were some pause to his actions.

“I- uh think that before we start Ember, I am just wondering that if what we are doing is okay? Aren’t we both… you know… young? Or wait until after the trials?”

Ember paused at that, seeing that despite his initial state, he was still sensible to respond intellectually. Yes, his earlier action nearly had him on her, but that was his first time smelling dragon heat… what was left in the pillows. And not knowing how to properly handle himself. But that should only prove that things won’t get too far or too out of control for them both. Her heart was beating fast and with each breath she drew, she could smell his scent but he could also smell her as well.

“We are young… to the standard of everyone else, yet we are old enough to understand what is happening, what can happen and what… might happen. I don’t know if this will always happen between us but… I know that if I don’t teach you this now, it may affect you later. I don’t want you to grow into an adult, confused with the scents and smells you intake. What would be my undoing is I didn’t show you what you should have learned in this stage and what might the future bring for your courtship with dragons?”

He cocked his head, eyes still half lidded but aware of her words.

“But I thought I was only going to be with you? What other dragons would I interact with? Are you going to be with other dragons too?”

She immediately shook her head, erasing any doubts in his mind.

“I would never be with other dragons, Spike.” She paused. “Unless, you wanted too…” Why did she say that? Why did she give him the option? Why now? Especially in his lust induced state, would she give him that choice? Of course he would want to be with…

“I just want to be with you,” he answered. He paused, leaning in and brushing his head against her breast. “You are the only one I really want and… I don’t want to be with other dragons… just you.”

Was it because he was the first one to smell her? Was it because he knew not of other dragonesses out there that could potentially seek a kind and amazing drake like him to sweep them off their feet and treat them like a goddess? The day he becomes strong, tall, powerful or even popular amongst dragons, would he still continue to choose her over countless others that would beg to be rutted or bred by him?

That she did not know, for her heart stopped, jumped started back up and began beating faster than ever. His words, his mind, he pushed through with it and made sure that she heard him. He only wanted her and her alone. Maybe it was because he only had interacted with her on a personal level. Maybe because it was the lingering scent of her heat that filled his mind with the desire to be with her for now. But that did not matter at the moment for she felt the same. No other male nor perhaps female, would compete with her heart as the little dragon before had; for he had just given his previous life just to be with her, not only to secure her future, but to secure her heart.

Emotions amok and feelings unfocused, she brought her claws over him, brushing his spines and rubbing them up and down while allowing him to continue to rub himself on her. He was trying to mark himself with her scent…to prove that he only wanted her and her alone. Despite the small amount of rubbing, the effect was vastly huge on her.

Once more, her slit began to slick with her arousal, his legs rubbing back and forth upon her thighs, each passing cause a tingle up and down her body. His claws roamed over hers, his mind once more disappearing into the haze of the lust. Yet, he remained gentle, never groping or squeezing. His claws would scratch against back or sides, sending sharp chills to her spine.

Hot steamy breaths left them both, each once passing over the other’s face. Soon enough though, Spike’s instincts started really kicking in, with licks over her neck and lower jaw, all the while Ember tried to rub her own thighs against him, trying to increase her arousal and making contact points on her oozing slit.

This licks were tender but his claws seemed to target sensitive points on her body. He touched her lower back where her wings began and that earned him a growl or maybe it was a moan. His legs however would occasionally brush against her slit, making the fluids she secreted, seep that much faster. But, nothing truly came to a real great matter until Ember felt poking at her right thigh and that was his own arousal finally releasing his ‘dragonhood’ from his own slit.

Ember cast her gaze towards Spike’s dragonhood. While she was sure he wasn’t the biggest out there, she was pleased knowing it would be enough to fill and please this growing hunger in her core. She looked at its bright pink color, the thick veins traveling up its side to its base, the bumps that seem to cover it u[ to his pointed head. There seemed to be something on it that was making it glisten. Ember has never seen a member this close before for Spike was the first male she had interacted on a physical level like this before. From the silence that has now invaded Spike could only think something was wrong and blush as he turned to cover himself.

“S-Sorry Ember, I didn’t mean to get like this and….” He as cut of when Ember started to lick on his neck while her claws caressed his chest.
“It is okay Spike, that just mean you are growing accustomed to it.” Ember says in just above a whisper but the whole time she had grabbed a hold of his member and stroking on his increasingly warming body.

He seemed unsure of himself however. “B-But I know I am not that big, I mean look at me compared to other dragons.” Spike could barely handle the amazing feeling of Ember’s claws on his body. She could feel his heartbeat through his member, each thumb through his organ.
“ It is fine Spike, I-I am sure you are a good size. At least to me you are.” Ember couldn’t even say this, while looking at him as she had to bury her face into his neck at her confession. She was not really aware she is now being effected so much more now. She is feeling so aroused than she was before, it felt like her whole body is going to burst into flames.

She looks back down at Spike’s throbbing member when she finally put it together. It was his pheromones, he was now releasing his own scent to make her want to... mmate. Ember growled from deep in her throat as she watched the pre coming off his erect member. It wanted to be inside her, to mate her, breed her. The idea of breeding, to breed with a smile made her insides flutter and twist. She could feel her inner nectar dribble down her leg in a quantity that would have been embarrassing in any other situation.

Without thinking she reached down and wrapped her claw around his member. She could hear the gasp from his lips that quickly turned into a growl from him as she got a grasp on his dragonhood. By Draco, it is so hot in her hand, it is like holding a pillar of fire. Ember can feel the liquid that covers his member all over her claw.

She watches was as his hips jerked up as she slowly moved her claw down to the base of his member and then back up towards the tip. Ember looks at Spike as she does her slow caressing of his rod and he had half lid eyes but he hasn’t removed his sites from her. She can see there is something there, something burning in those calm and intelligent eyes.

“D-does this feel good Spike? Have you touched yourself like this before?” Ember can’t believe she is asking this on top of doing this but it feels like they have done too far to stop now. Or is it that she doesn’t really want to stop anymore. If the small river flowing down her legs was any indication on how she felt about the whole situation, it was that she too was ready.

“Y-yes Ember it feels so good.” A small growl or maybe a whine had left him. “I haven’t done this before, but I have never felt this good before.” Spike admits, not really believing he just admitted he hadn’t touched himself before but right now, she is stroking his dragonhood, so telling her that shouldn’t be a major thing.

Seeing how much pleasure she is giving Spike she can’t help but pick up the pace with her stroking. She can feel the bumps and ridges that cover his member, massaging with her palm as she preformed a piston like movement. Unknown to her own mind, her tongue had started to flicker out of her mouth. She could taste it, she can taste the air and all their pheromones and secretions in it. It is setting her body ablaze which for a dragon, really meant much.

“E-Ember, I am getting close. So close” Spike pants out as he grips the pillows before him tightly. Ember felt his member at its max hardness and it kept twitching more and more. Sensing his impending release, she slows the stroking until she stopped, her palm covered in a small amount of his pre.

“Wha-, why did you stop?” Spike had to ask, even growling a bit, at the denial of his release. He sat up on his elbows, looking at Ember. Faust above... she looks so amazing, with her eyes half lidded, panting making her body rise and fall and little lisps of smoke leaving her mouth. She looked more beautiful than any being he has ever seen before. That was the dragon in him talking.

She gave a smirk, though dissimilar to the one she had earlier. “W-we can’t have you finishing and making a mess like that can we.” Ember says with all the cockiness she can. But in truth she was honestly nervous. She has never done anything like this before and she is anxious on what might have happen when Spike is released. Both of what he might do to her… and what she might do to him.

These thoughts were disturbed when she felt herself be more or less tackled on to her back with Spike over top of her. Ember would normally kick any dragon for pinning her like this, regardless of whom they are. But looking up at Spike like this, with this new edged look in his eyes. It was the more dragon she has seen in his eyes, but even then there inside, the same Spike resided. Though, the Spike she was seeing was changing, aggressively before her. His eyes grew into longer slits, his teeth became longer, his spines sharper and he was putting on mass. His greed was forcing him to grow, but she saw his resistance in holding it back enough to not fully succumb to it.

Spike looked at the larger dragoness, for he was in with a mixture of panting and growling as she did so in kind. Ember could feel the rumble in her chest as she felt the smaller dragon growl and began to lap down at her neck with his tongue. She can feel the warm, wet, tongue stroked against her scales and soft underbelly of thinner scale coating, It is almost like he is trying to commit both the feel and taste of her body to memory and she hope he does.

It all stopped once Spike made his way to her lower mid section. He continued to go in around the mid section around but seemed to hesitate with going any lower that probed in her lower abdomen. His inner conflict stirred for he could see and smell the wonderful fluids that leaked down from her somewhat spread legs. The inner pink of her labia was barely visible but that was enough for him to seemed... troubled.

“Spike?” Ember managed to say, at that moment which caused him to relapse once more to intellectual understandings. His eyes slowly caught her and she saw that his instincts are triggered for sure, if the way his tongue keep flickering and the sharper pupils he had are anything to go by. But he is still keeping himself under control, great control. For her any dragon to show so much restraint, even in the heat of a matting haze is almost unheard of. It shows how strong his will is; how much he cares for her and that was something she never ever experienced in a mate before.
“I-I don’t want to force myself on you Ember. The last thing I want to do is lose control and hurt you.” Spike pants out seemingly with a internal struggle with himself. Ember can see it isn’t easy for him to be fighting like he is and the fact he is willing to stop for her is great. But she doesn’t want him to stop, just as much as he is in the matting haze, so is she and she can’t think of anydragon she would want to be her matting partner than Spike.

Despite all that he was doing, she knew that he was fighting himself a lot more and this point, could be very painful to an extent. Licking her snout, she brought his snout close to her own, brushing it along the side.

"You are an amazing dragon Spike," she managed to say. "You are much stronger than most dragons ever could be. You are holding back, you are taking my emotions into care and I could not ask for another dragon to be with me to do this. But... I still need to properly show you what to do. I need you to really stay with me." She inhaled, spreading her legs a bit more, trying to allow more wiggle room for her tail and allow what air she could into her own legs. "What comes next, is I want you to do what you were doing earlier but slowly." Not that she wanted him to go slowly, rather shove his snout right in between her legs, stick his long draconic tongue deep into her vent and make her squeal. But no... she had to properly teach him not just the basics of dragon mating but how to please their mate.

His snout was dangerously close slit, his hot steamy breath cascading on to her and making her squirm more. She could have easily wrapped her legs around him and force him to eat her out. Her restraint was vexing though.
"When ever you mate, you must show your mate how much they care to you, how much you consider them your equal. Most just dive right into it but those whom love each other deeply, make sure that the other is receiving the same pleasure they are giving." As if to paraphrase, she gently pushed his snout directly into her slit and a small gasp left her as he almost pushed deeply into her, despite not directly penetrating. "I stroked you for a bit but now its time for you to return the favor."
Once more, his instincts were kicking in but the last of his will was dying. With a shaky breath, filled with dragoness pussy filling his lungs, he managed to word out something coherent.
"I... love...y..."

His tongue flickered and tasted her lips before succumbing to desire and shove his mouth on her slit. A roar of pleasure left Ember's muzzle as Spike tongue dashed in between her lips, breaking through the threshold of Ember's pleasure. He wasn't sure... or aware of what he was doing, just flickering his tongue to and fro, inside of her body. Her rich taste, dancing his muzzle and filling with her secretions.
Never had either of them experienced anything like this before. Ember's previous encounters close to this where her 'cleanings' by her father when she was younger. But his large tongue barely made passes over her slit. She quit that years ago. But this... this was something to be beyond a simple cleaning Sure they had licked each other back and forth but this was personal... this was raw but tender mating. His tongue was long, so he managed to pass deep into her walls, probing, twisting, dragging and more deep with her. His teeth would gently scrape her outer lips, making her arch her hips and push him with force. Meanwhile, she managed to gain some form of control and began to use her tail to reach underneath and wrap the end halfway around his member.
That momentarily stopped him, feeling the odd texture on his organ before resuming his menstruations on his mate. His mind was lost to the haze but he somehow instinctually began to scrape her leg thighs with his claws. Small amounts of pain caused an even greater pleasure for the female. Claws against their thighs or back, bite marks on their necks or shoulders, and tails wrapped around one another with the male pulling in different directions on the females. All of that... was instinct and he was not aware.

The roars and growls that were heard, somewhat muffled by the pillows, continued for what felt like hours but really only lasted minutes. For it was both their first time and none of them knew how to prolong their orgasms. With Ember, hers came as she roared, squirting streams of dragoness cum all over Spike's face, coating him in her nectar; while her tail had tightened around his member and his own roar, sadly muffled by Ember's tight legs around him and his mouth being filled with her fluids. He swallowed what he could, though much of it left in gurgles as he wanted to avoid drowning in her fluids. His member, for the first time in his life, cause him to squirt thin, watery cum unto the pillows below him, still not fully developed dragon seed. Still, it was his first climax ever and that alone made him feel the greatest dragon ever. He shot three strong shots of cum into the pillows, causing him to trust his hips at each shot before collapsing and letting his member leak the rest of his see out.

The two dragons had finally finished their mutual climaxes together but it still left them exhausted. Both were lost in a hazy so strong, neither wanted to move, though Spike continued to gently lap up against her folds, sending tingles up Ember's spines. His dragonhood had released what it had, albeit small amounts due to his age and size, he had never felt more relaxed and satisfied in his life. Not when he had gotten the best hoof massages, nor the most amazing bubble baths, nor eating the juiciest of rubies.
He had literally done something that was still so foreign, so alien to him that he wasn't fully aware what he had just done. The mind could only handle so much, especially with one as young as him, enduring all that in so little time. Exhaustion was kicking over and his mind was starting to fade.
Ember, whom had a bit more of an experience and knowledge of what was happening, still felt hazy but was aware that the little drake before her, was losing his battle with exhaustion.
'Typical Male' she would have thought before. But... no, Spike was not your typical male dragon. Yes, he was like this because it was his first time ever. He had not only experienced his first climax(judging by the white stains around his body) but the first time where he had dealt with dragon mating in an almost pure, raw form. It wasn't proper 'dragon mating' as it was 'foreplay' but the two of them had shared something so early, so unique that it left the outside world to its on devices and carried on without them.

The air was filled with their lingering smell and with somewhat strong effort, Ember began to throw pillows out, to breathe in fresh air. She grunted, shoving and pushing any out of the way. As the last pillow was shoved out of the way, she took in a deep breathe of fresh(if cave air was called fresh) and exhaled deeply. It was satisfying, it was wonderful but more than that, it was relaxing.
Looking down at her 'consort' she saw that he finally fell asleep, physically exhausted and beyond awakening. She couldn't blame him and she felt like, he deffenitely deserved it. He struggled with his instincts, pushed through to make sure that she was satisfied and even held restraint when he was unsure, he managed to impress her on a level not even most male dreamed of.
Using what little strength she had, she reached down, pulled him up to her. She wasn't sure if her mind was still in a haze or not but he felt... heavier, larger than before. Ignoring it, she brought his head... covered in her fluids, dragging his onto her own body, and nestled him against her breast. The action lead him to sigh in his sleep, somewhat happily rubbing against her before the soft, gentle snore was heard.

Ember had never pondered a life with a male on top of her. She never liked the idea of a male controlling her below he. Her father would tell her that they would be rough, somewhat mindless beasts during rut, and often didn't satisfy their females. Yet, she has never been more pleased in her life, knowing and lovingly caring for a male, whom took her heart. What was his final words before he lost to instinct? She had a guess, a chance that there would be something more between them. Everlasting? She was not sure but fore now, a huge flare had filled her heart. The first one caused by a little drake and his heart.

Author's Note

Thanks to DragonPony for setting up this scene. Though the editing was my end, I don't feel like i did a good job and i apologize but my battery was about to die and i wanted to submit in quickly.

I also wish to include that this was a first for trying to do something when it came down to this time of clop. Dragon on dragon, underage and so on. I am a bit off in a lot of areas and hope that it could be corrected or improved in the future. I also apologize for the lack of updates on this series, seeing how i only get to do that with every five chapters or so.
I might decide to add side stories of other dragons, including flashbacks of other dragons and so on.
Any whom wish to throw in their bones in, i would happily work with you!

Understanding Your Hoard

Understanding The Hoard

Contains(Female/Female, First Time, Cunnlingus, Squirting, Masturbation, Tail Sex, Deep Penetration, Licking, Teasing, Tongue Play, and Fingering/Clawing?)

Ember finished the last scroll reading before setting it back into its proper shelf post. She knew that with the events that may unfold upon herself, she had to be prepared. Spike had fallen into a coma and when she had alerted that to the Equestrian Princess, she was at their wrath. Twilight bombarded her with questions and responses, while the other two higher rulers demanded entry into sovereign territory. Yet, Ember denied them, mostly out of fear that their intervention might damage Spike even more.
Ember herself wasn’t sure what had happened but she knew that if they were to come and try to use their magic, it could hurt him, or worse, make the coma permanent. As far as her father, Eliyinsa and the other elders were concerned, this wasn’t a permanent coma. There was a chance he would wake once the mass of energy would be used up in his body. But, the question is when would he wake? That was the true horror and agony that awaited her. How long would he sleep for?
Three weeks had passed since the incident and nothing has changed from him. Ember realized at this point that his sleep would be for a long time. Days, months... years… as is, dragons have long sleeping and hibernating cycles. Some never wake up, sleeping eternally until the body gives out and dies. A shiver ran up her spine and a soft whimper nearly left her at the thought. She prayed that he would wake… anytime… sometime… soon.

Moving out of her space away from the scroll, Ember made her way towards her her sleeping area, which consisted of a mountain of pillows. She spotted that Amethyst was already sleeping soundly, half of her body buried in pillows. However, she did not spot Smolder.

It had taken some time to integrate Smolder into being with two other dragonesses, let alone one whom was her Dragon Lord and the other, a boundless joyous dragoness with little limits. The other part was having to convince her parents that she was leaving out on her own. They considered her too young to be out and about, however once they realized that she would be in Ember’s care, they reluctantly agreed. No better safe place to be than in the care of the most powerful dragon in all of the lands.
She found the younger dragoness to be full of surprises the more she spend with her. Smolder actually had some fascination with ponies, much like Amethyst, though she hid her enthusiasm from others. She also sought knowledge. At first, she hesitated to look at the scrolls that Ember had, but after seeing Ember reading and even her fellow hoard member, she decided to pursue it. Though she felt embarrassed knowing she had to be taught to read. Most hatchling education was through the words of their parents and the other dragons, but true intelligence came from books and dragons who spoke complex sentences. It was that reason that Smolder often found herself silently listening in on the older and wiser dragons.

Her intelligence spoke volumes and she could match words to meaning, but she had ways to go. So for the last few weeks, Ember had been teaching Smolder to read. She learned how to speak ancient draconic and modern common, or Equish if you wanted to go technical.

That begged the question though, where was the orange dragoness now? Ember knew that she was sleeping with them now. This would be the third day that she did sleep with Ember and Amethyst. She looked at her resting area, thinking she was probably buried in with her pink hoard member. As she approached her pillows, a soft gasping was heard, followed by soft squelching noises, coming from the other side of the pillows.

Ember cocked her head at the noise and made her way over to the other side. The number of pillows that actually filled this mountain of hers, has never been counted fully, but Ember knew that it was near triple digits. So when she walked around the other side, she was surprised to see how Smolder managed to hide… and for good reason.
The newest member of her hoard, the youngest of them,(she was still unsure if Spike was still older or younger than her yet) was by herself, trying to keep herself quiet as possible, but not as much as she thought.
In Smolder’s claw was a pillow and it was pressed firmly against her snout, while the other claw, had the young dragoness digging and retrieving her digits in between her legs. The squelching coming from her as she pressed her claws into her vent and creating wet noises from her fluids.

Two things ran into Ember’s mind as she watched the scene before her. The first was that Smolder was probably inhaling one of the pillows that contained her’s or Spike’s fluids from their session a while back. Ember could have sworn that she got rid of all of them. Second was that Smolder was young, but she might not have gotten through the understandings of her body, or how dragons mate.
Trying but failing not to notice how Smolder handled herself, Ember saw that they were quick and needy thrusts of her claws into her body, no real target inside of her, just trying to prolong the feeling. Her eyes were lidded, her tail swayed and twitched at her action and her huffing against the pillow was quick bursts.

Ember had been long since her last release, that being the day before the trials. She had two other dragons living with her now and it made time for herself… well difficult. She couldn’t order them off but she couldn’t exactly tell them to help her… could she. Her and Amethyst weren’t exactly that close… and she felt that Smolder might have been way too scared or even embarrassed to ask for help. What kind of Dragon Lord or even Hoard Maker could she be, if the youngest couldn’t get help if needed, or she herself wasn’t sure what they were willing to do to help her?
It's been three weeks and yet, she still knew little of them to actually believe if they were willing to become intimate. Ember’s preferences were on Spike, but it was always universally understood that Dragon Lords and Hoard Makers, regardless of sex, would have one or both sexes. Her father never needed more than her mother, but her mother told her that she wouldn’t have mind if her father took on another dragon.
Zynthia, prior to Eliyinsa, was with a hoard mate with one female and a male, to whom she succeeded. After she gave up the mantle, she disbanded the hoard and moved with Eliyinsa. Yet, from her stories, she never had physical reactions with either of her hoard and they were fine with it.

So now came the question, was it okay for Ember to have any physical relations with her hoard? Would they want something in return? Would Spike care that she was with two others, not in the sake of her need to live, but to have physical contact and perhaps indulge in the pleasure of scales and flesh?

“I would never be with other dragons, Spike.” The memory of their first time came into her mind.
“I just want to be with you, You are the only one I really want and… I don’t want to be with other dragons… just you.” He told her.

He didn’t want to be with other dragons because she was the only one he had ever interacted with on a personal level. But Ember knew that she wouldn’t have been with other dragons, if he stayed by her side… and if he didn’t mind her meddling with other dragons every now and then. Oh Mother Wistala… she wanted to be with other dragons, even with Spike. Her views within the last few months have only been trying to survive and stick with Spike, but after the trials, her views on whom she took were now fully aware.

But how would she deal with the situation before her? Clearly Smolder lacked true understanding of her body and judging by the fact she was sloppy, Ember knew that she was struggling. The pillow in her snout probably was enhancing her sexual awareness but she wasn’t sure how to handle it. Ember sighed inwardly, trying not to scare or alert her young hoard member.
She moved herself closer and hoped that whatever happened between them, it would help them in the future. She could smell the young drake’s scent, filling her nose and even somewhat tickling her own arousal. She smelled of young, sweet innocence and light earthly charcoal.
Smolder still hadn’t notice her, her claws rubbing harshly over her vent, one of the pillows she had between her leg was fully soaked with her juices and clearly leaking to others. Her moans were soft and but she held back any true passionate ones by huffing into the pillow in her snout.

Ember had managed to get close enough to actually touch her. Smolder felt the claw on her shoulder and gasped, seeing the face of Ember. She dropped the pillows and withdrew her claws from within herself. A small painful and desperate whine left her as she did, her claws dripping with her own secretions. Her face was flushed red, her mouth open and panting and her body shaking.
Millions of emotions ran through her, fear, shock, and embarrassment were amongst the highest ones. She expected to see disgust and rage upon her Hoard Maker’s face, yet what she saw was a smile and understanding.
“I-I-I… E-Emb… fe-felt…” She wasn’t able to fully form comprehensive sentences. She kept stuttering, her fluids leaked from between her legs and tears threatened to leave her eyes. Ember however knew that she was just scared and wanting to release. She place a gentle claw on her snout, silencing the babbling and distraught dragoness. Smolder quieted, looking up into the kind eyes of her Lord and without another word, Ember laid upon the pillows in an upright position. She then gently pulled Smolder on top of her. Smolder didn’t fight her but was still confused by the situation. She was in need, a great need and she was so confused that her emotions still fluxed with no clear heading.

Ember sat Smolder in between her own legs with her back to Ember’s chest, the teenager’s tail between her own legs, and her head to her neck. Smolder wasn’t sure what was happening and the need between her legs somewhat grew now that she had a warm body next to her.
Ember then brushed her head against Smolder, easing the young drake into a warm and safe care. “I should be taking care of my hoard,” she said softly to Smolder. She then placed one arm across Smolder’s chest and the other on her lap. “I don’t know if you want me to help, but… I know that you are struggling a bit.” She paused. “Do you want me to?”
Smolder began breathing a little bit heavier and fast, her confusion being clouded by her need. Her tail twitched and twisted, brushing against Ember’s nethers. “I-I-I… didn’t want t-to look w-weak and use…”
“You are neither of those things,” quickly answered Ember. “I chose you because you are beyond those things. But there is nothing, ever wrong with asking for help. It helps to know if your needs can be taken care of by us.”
“I smelled your scent,” she managed to say, “on one of the pillows. You… were moaning in your sleep the night before and when you were awake, I saw that you…” she shyly mumbled. “... you uh wet your area.”

It was now Ember’s turn to blush and turn red. She hadn’t really realized that she had a wet dream, or that if she did she did not notice. In truth, she didn’t remember the erotic dream, but she was sure it had to do with Spike. Though if Smolder had certainly smelled it, Amethyst would have too.
“I… am sorry this is affecting you, Smolder. I had wished I took better caution.” She then ran her claws over the younger dragon’s lower abdomen, where she could feel her twitch and even moan. “But I want to help you now. I know it must feel weird doing it the first time on your own.” She then leaned her mouth close to Smolder’s ear. She lowly whispered into her ear, tickling her senses. “Did your parents bathe you? Did they… touch that area of need?”
Smolder whimpered as Ember slowly dragged her claws against her soft lower belly. “N-No…” She then gently guided Ember’s claw to her lower region, the moist and warmth part of her anatomy was greeted by Ember’s claw. “P-Please…” she slightly begged.
Ember brushed her head against her hoard.
“I’ll do it but be aware of how loud you may get.” With that, Ember slowly ran her fingers over Smolder’s slit, feeling the moisture and heat on her claw digits. Smolder softly gasped and held onto Ember, squeezing her arm and begging not to let it leave.
Ember felt and saw that Smolder had done a sloppy job. Her slit was dripping but not spread widely. She ran a single claw up and down her vent, using her rough scales to aggravate the squishy, soft, outer flesh. Part of her claw was gently enter her vent but not penetrate, only spreading the scales to allow slow penetration.
“E-Ember…. P-P-Please I-I need this…!” The whine that left her made Ember realize she truly needed this.
With a grunt of acknowledgement, Ember brought her claw down onto her slit and with a soft amount of pressure, she penetrated a single digit, slowly but firmly into the younger dragoness slit. Smolder gasped, trying hard to hold back a loud moan from leaving her mouth. Ember’s claws were bigger than Smolder’s so the fact it almost completely filled her hole was amazing.

Ember slowly pushed in, trying to get a depth on how deep she could go inside her hoard’s hole. She felt the tight walls around her digit, squeezing and pulling in, with much of the control not from Smolder. She managed to reach up until her knuckle before slowly pulled it out. Smolder whined at the retraction with the claw leaving almost all the way, until it sank back into her hot depths. After that, Ember repeated the process but started a soft pace. Despite knowing her depths, Ember made sure that her claw wouldn’t harm her on the inside, only allowing the end of her claw to scrape the flesh bare minimum amount. She would twist and turn her digit, reaching and scaping across her walls. Each twist and turn would cause Smolder to twitch or spasm in ecstacy, releasing more fluids upon her own legs and the pillows below.
It didn’t surprise Ember that she herself was covered in fluids. However, not all of it was Smolder, as she herself was leaking over Smolder’s tail. The spines were brushing against her own slit, every twitch or wag from Ember made her wet. She was breathing quickly with all the teases from the tail but she was still manageable compared to the younger dragoness.

Ember continued her menstrations on Smolder, making sure that she was thoroughly getting what she desired. Smolder was getting louder by the second, moaning and growling in pleasure as her approaching climax was closing in. Feeling the walls close around her digit, Ember tried to shove a second one, pushing and firmly spreading the walls to allow a second one.
That seemed to have worked for Smolder gasped and saw stars fill her vision before cried out as she spasmed against Ember and collapse forward. Ember used her other arm to quickly secure and hold her from falling forward.

Smolder panted heavily, trying to catch her breath as she laid against Ember.
“Did that help?” Ember asked her, claws still inside of her. Smolder continued to pant for a bit before softly responding.
“I-I-I d-didn’t get a chance too…”
Ember saw that Smolder hadn’t climaxed, rather she was worn; she quickly began to piston her digits into Smolder. The teen drake was caught off guard at the sudden actions, that she screamed in pleasure. Her body spasmed as Ember vigorously entered and exited the young drake’s body, trying to bring her to a climax. Her fluids poured and flowed down her body and the teenager was growing louder.

After a minute of non stop pistoning her, did Smolder finally cry out in orgasmic bliss as her walls all but tightened and locked Ember’s two digits inside of her, as she squirts hard and caused a gush of fluids to leave her body. Her back arches, her legs went rigid and her voice becomes hoarse after nonstop moaning and whining. It was her true, first ever orgasam and it was created by her Hoard Maker.
The energy left her body, as her eyes become vacant and her mind goes blank and her vision fades. Her body falls limb against Ember and she finally passes out from bliss. Ember huffed at the dragoness falling asleep on her, happy that she managed to help her with her dilema.

She then raised the passed out teen from her body and gently set her to the side, already hearing her soft snores. Ember then sighed as she removed the tail from between her legs, causing a soft gasp to leave her as the spikes passed her vent. Once fully removed she set Smolder aside and let her sleep off her post orgasm. A small string of fluids left her with the tail, as she felt her own need coming through. Her own claw was drenched in Smolder’s fluids, seeing as as she had released quite a lot.
“That was very cute and… hot to watch.” Ember turned her head to see a very happy and somewhat aroused, Amethyst standing close by. A small dribble of fluids were leaking from the purplish dragoness, clear sign that she enjoyed what she saw. She approached her hoard maker, sultry and with a sway of her hips. “Maybe next time… we could all help each other.”
Ember didn’t know how to respond but she felt a silly grin form on her mouth.
“I wanted to help,” she said a bit unevenly, the smell of her’s, Smolder’s and now Amethyst’s fluids, filled her nose with musk and arousal. “She had never experienced her first orgasm.”
“I know,” Amethyst said with a smile. “And I am glad that you did. She needed somedrake she could trust.” She now stood in front of Ember. She then reached for Ember’s claw, the one covered in Smolder’s fluids before leaning a bit down and taking them into her maw. Ember watched in wide eyes as the dragoness wrapped tongue first her claws, before taking them into her maw and began to suckle the juices from her digits.
It was the most arousing thing she had seen or felt since Spike and her foreplayed. Seeing as the older dragoness suckle from her fingers, while her eyes were half lidded and staring at her with such lust. Ember never really knew if Amethyst actually liked males or females, let alone truly enjoyed being in an all female hoard.

This seemed to answer that.

She licked her digits clean, leaving behind a trail of her own saliva and giving off a moan from the taste. Her mouth opened, letting claws free and giving a string of saliva before it broke and she smiled lustfully at Ember.

“She taste so sweet, so young, and I hope that we can do it more with her later. But for now, you took care of her, now I want to show you appreciation for doing that.” Without another word, she quickly leaned in against Ember, pushing her further into the pillows. Ember didn’t fight her, instead gasped as with one claw, Amethyst pushed her on her chest, while the other claw, immediately found her slit and cupped her labia.

“I know you and Spike mated before and I…”

“We didn’t actually,” Ember responded, a blush forming on her cheeks. “W-We only… pleasured each other.”

Amethyst seemed to be taken aback by this, however smiled. “Well then, the day he awakens, I hope you ask him to rut you. Have him rut you hard!”

She then plunged her own claws deep into Ember’s soaking vent, causing her to gasp and cry out in ecstacy, two digits filling her hole and twisting and turning. The dragon lord moan and squirms as the claws were pushed deep into her core. Amethyst twisted and turned her claws, trying to get every part of her walls and finding her sweet spot.

A screech leaves her as the pinkish dragoness continues her assault, proving to be a relentless and eager pleaser. As she continued her menstrations on Ember, Amethyst leaned in and brought her muzzle close to Ember’s. Ember only had the briefest view from her closed eyes, peeking through to see the muzzle of the other dragoness close in on hers. “Wha…” The wide mouth was an immediate target and Amethyst thrust her tongue into Ember’s maw. She pushed her muzzles close to each other, where she twisted her snout sideways to allow better access and really shove her tongue deep inside of Ember.

Ember moaned as she felt her tongue brushing against another tongue, some of the lingering juices from Smolder passed onto her and she tried to scrape as much as she could from Amethyst. The pink dragoness managed to do all of this, pistoning her claws inside of Ember, while shoving her tongue inside of her maw and still keeping herself above her.

But just as sudden as she did all this, she wanted some care for herself, so she retreated her tongue from Ember and slowly withdrew her digits from Ember. A string of saliva bridged between them and Ember’s hazy eyes managed to look at the purple ones in front of her.

“Wh-Why did you…”

Amethyst took her soaked palm full of Ember’s juices and stuck it in her own mouth, moaning as she suckled the fluids off her claws. She closed her eyes and savored the wonderful dark, sweet nectar that came from the depths of her Dragon Lord. Ember still thought it was the most arousing thing she has ever seen.

Only suckling the heavy amounts of the liquid that dripped from her palm, Amethyst smiled and looked at her hoard maker.

“I don’t want to really take anything from you, just give you the pleasure you want.” A grin and a deep blush came to her. “I want to watch as you and Spike go at it. I want to see him plunge himself in you while you moan and beg for it.” She gave a brief look at the sleeping Smolder before focusing back on her. “I want to see you and her with him.”

Ember blinked at that, still in her high but slowly coming down from it. “Wh-What about you?”

She didn’t respond right away. She instead laid herself in between Smolder and Ember. She then reached over and grabbed Ember’s tail. She rubbed and massaged it, a soft moan of pleasure and tingles running up her spine The pink dragoness then used Ember’s tail tip to brush her leaking vent, moaning softly as she parted her labia and with a bit of force, began to feed her hole Ember’s tail and pulled Ember with it.

Ember watched almost wide eye at the display, as Amethyst forced Ember’s tail in side of herself. With her other arm, she pulled in Ember from her hips, reaching under and bringing the blue dragon nearly on top of her. She managed to then slide half of Ember’s tail inside of her, where she moaned as the tip brushed her womb and Ember’s excitement made her tail squirm and twist inside of her.

Once properly settled, she then reached with the same claw and returned it back to Ember’s vent, where she teased Ember once more by cupping and rubbing her mound, teasing her once more. She propped her legs up to arch her knees where she raised Ember’s legs to give her room to thrust. A good portion of Ember’s tail was inside of her and her fluids still managed to leak through between her tail and labia.

Ember moaned softly, feeling Amethyst dragging her claws over her drenched and leaking organ. She slid in a single digit into Ember, causing Ember to spasm, making her tail shake and twitch, making Amethyst coo in pleasure, releasing hot breathes next to Ember’s ears.

After a moment of just keeping her claw inside of her, Amethyst spoke. “As long as I have you,” she responded, sticking her tongue and running it across Ember’s snout. “I will always be satisfied.”

Ember gained enough sense to see from the corner of her eye, that Amethyst looked happy. It was more than just lust or joy from the pleasure, it was something else, something that she didn’t expect to see in her.

“D-D-Do you love me?” she managed to ask.

Once more Amethyst didn’t answer for she licked Ember once more before plunging her claws into her vulva and having Ember roar in europhia. The noise barely affected their sleeping coheart, making it that much easier for Amethyst to continue her drive at Ember.

She then began to thrust her hips against Ember’s tail, using her knees to keep her spread and using her hips to have Ember go in and out of her, while focusing on getting her tail to twitch or scrape her walls.

Both females moaned and growled in ecstacy, Amethyst doing most of the work to keep Ember satisfied but also trying to bring her own pleasure first. Her claws trying to touch every part of Ember’s walls, three were currently inside trying to deliver much pleasure as she could while the remaining two scratched her outer area, fueling Ember’s ecstacy.

The dragon lord’s juices fell and trailed down her body onto Amethyst’s while her own mixed and meddled with it, staining and drenching pillows all around them. If Smolder had trouble not being able to holder herself before from just Ember’s scent alone, this would surely not make it easier.

As they went on, their climaxes were fast approaching. Ember was breathing heavy and leaving gasp of smoke from her maw, moaning as her juices flowed freely at her approaching climax. Amethyst could feel her digits being squished and being tightened from Ember’s walls. Her own hole was squeezing and holding tightly to Ember’s tail and making it hard to trust. Using all of her remaining energy to achieve both of their climaxes, the pink dragoness pushed her limits and shoved her claws into Ember deep and filling while shoving as much as she could of Ember’s tail inside of her.

Both dragonesses climaxed hard, roaring a deafening screech that could probably be heard outside their caves. Ember squirted hard, thick streams of fluids shooting out from her body and sending her into heavy spasms. Her tail twitched and turned, fueling Amethyst’s own orgasam as she came hard around Ember’s tail and causing only a few squirts around the tail but making a lot of a mess as her fluids flowed freely and quickly from her body.

Her claws were flooded and coated in Ember’s sweet fluid, and she relished in it. Ember collapsed and panted heavily on Amethyst’s chest, feeling and hearing both of their fast beating heartbeats. Once more, Amethyst brought her coated claws of secretions and licked them clean while she waited for their highs to slowly descend. Ember had her eyes closed, but was still semi-conscious at hearing Amethyst moan as she suckled the juices that came from her body.

A minute passes before their hearts and chest stabilize into a steady breathing. Ember was slowly fading into sleep, her energy from pleasing Smolder and being pleased by Amethyst left her weak but satisfied. She then felt Amethyst move around and turned her head to see that she was reaching over Smolder. With a light tug, she managed to bring in closer the smaller dragoness to her own chest. She then used her wing to wrap around her. She then wrapped her other wing around Ember, releasing a happy sigh.

Ember allowed the gentle heartbeat from both of her hoard members to put her to a nice sleep, surrounded by their warmth, their scents and their…

“I do love you.” She managed to hear from Amethyst.

… their support. One with admiration… and the other her love. Darkness then enclosed her mind.

Author's Note

This is probably the best and longest one to date. Nearly 5000 words on 20 pages. I honestly put more effort into this one, because this will lead on to something later on in the story. Now, I originally had a threesome thing but for now, I stuck with this way because it was easier. Now, one thing that made this really intresting was that Amethyst was supposed to be straight, but I changed it. I changed it because we do not have enough gay dragons. I have read stories of m/m dragons, mostly Spike, but F/F dragons is... well if anyone could find one for me, that would be great.
The love that I want to build between Ember and Amethyst will come into focus on the main story, so keep an eye out for that,

My editors as always, RomeoDKat thanks once more. Also, it took me like two years to realize that the made up name for the pink dragon name, I called her Amethyst, was offically cannonized as Maar!
W T F.... :ajbemused: Anyways, ill find a way to shove that in there somewhere and her weird... greeting thing too.

Thanks again for reading. I actually enjoyed writing this and hope you all enjoy that too!

A plesant awakening

Pleasant Awakening

(Contains: M/F, Somnophilia, Cunnlingus, Vanillia, excessive cum, gentle love making, licking, mentions of incest, and marking.)
Set prior to the first chapter of the Dragon Lord's Legacy

Torch stood on his perch, looking as the sun began to set at the horizon, with the vibrant bright orange colors turning into light pinks that slowly blended into the darkening skies that chased after it.

No one dared to comment on why the former Dragon Lord would always sit on his perch, watching the sunset at least once a week. Many thought that it was because he enjoyed the transition from day to night. Others thought he was just trying to enjoy the last bits of sunshine before it disappeared. But very few thought that with his age, he liked seeing pretty colors and would get sentimental with them.

None of that was true. The real reason behind it all is because he reminisced in the times of old. He and his mate would watch the sunsets and bask in the wonderful light displays that the sun would cast over the world as the day transitioned over the night. Despite dragons… lackluster love for ponies, Torch never understood how the Alicorns crafted and wielded their celestial objects and managed to turn them into beautiful works of art.

For a thousand years, only one of them ruled and she only managed to make the days nice and beautiful, at least into his mate’s eyes. But that certain time of day, when the sun sets, or even when she was to rise before the sun would, she would love to see the wonderful colors change. At points during the, for a week straight, usually the week of the summer and winter solstice, both lovers Torch and Saphira would spend that time endlessly watching the skies cascade in vibrant colors.

They would stay up all that week, never sleeping an ounce, just lying under the stars and skies, watching the rainbows of the natural world change in their eyes.

And then, and only then, would they fall asleep in each other's arms. Sometimes outside in the open or, they would make love in their cave.

He loved her with all his heart, but damn it to all with dragons and their aggressive behavior, preventing little amounts of true emotions to be expressed without it being a sign of weakness or a distraction, especially if it was a Dragon Lord or Elder. Few hoards existed with love being displayed openly. Yes, for the older dragons, it was overlooked but teenagers never understood it to a point outside of basic mating or rutting for fun.

Ember and Spike were different. Despite the short time, he saw that Spike and his daughter had a chemistry that nearly matched his and Saphira.

Speaking of chemistry, Ember’s season was here. It was also a reminder of a need to release himself. He had to use his mate for that and while she was in a deep sleep, prior to her resting, she had allowed her body to be used as he pleased in the years that she would sleep. He never took advantage of it fully. She went to sleep shortly prior to Ember’s first decade and has been asleep since then.

He would use her form to satisfy his needs, just because when the dragons go into season, it would send everydrake into a rut and it wouldn’t really go away. Some started early, others started later. But one of the variables would always be the same and that was some of the females, would try and seek him out to rut him.

He fought any and all urges to go and mount the nearest female that raised their tail or would happily drink his seed; at least those that could take his size or those that think they could handle a dragon many times their sizes.

No, he was loyal to his mate. Even with her blessing to go after others, he remained loyal to her because he wanted to prove he was more than just any other dragon. He wanted to prove undying, unending and eternal love for her, no matter what. That is why he only stayed with her. That is why even during the season, he fought his own biological urges to seek release without his mate being there.

But this time, he didn’t think he could. Ember had gotten into heat and was being satisfied by her hoard. Being around his daughter’s scent, he reminisced on how she smelled exactly like her mother. He missed that wonderful scent. Being borderline incest, something dragons don’t often partake but still stay away from, he wanted to only think of his mate and nothing more.

He made his way back to his cave, located at the base of a mountain, a semi-dormant volcano which was hollowed out and made to live comfortably. It was a cave he hollowed a few years after his mate had fallen asleep. The area was known as the ‘Final Resting Grounds’ where dragons brought their loved ones to if and when the day comes they fall into the sleep eternal, the cave would be collapsed and filled with lava to be encased in forever. It was an upsetting thing to think about but every dragon that had a bond, that lost it, come here to help their mates, lovers or even family members, to have them rest eternally.

He moved to the south entrance of the cave, where the sun barely scratched the edge of the cave. The entrance was just above his head, clearing only a few feet. It was the only amount he could carve without bringing the cliff on him, so it remained untouched. Once inside, it was a bit like the cave Ember had only grandscale. The hollowed out volcano walked in about twenty feet in.

His feet… twenty, others many more; where he was in the base of the volcano and the hollowed center. A mountain of gems were set to the side, gathered from hundreds of years by his claws and his mate’s. Towards the center of the cave, a lava river was flowing just in case that… day came. And to the corner, near the back… the beautiful and ever loving form of his sleeping soul mate, laid.

Saphira scales covered her from head to tail. Two long curved tipped horns jutted from her head. A smooth set of ridged spikes from from her the top of head that ran down to the tip of her tail. Her wings were almost transparent in the lava light, but were just very light blue. She was long and tall as an Elder coming up to his shoulders. And if her eyes were open, they would reveal beautiful maroon eyes that would sparkle and gaze into your soul. And that is what she would do. Every time he saw her eyes, she would stare at his soul and he was staring at hers. There would be love, there would adortion, and there would be soul bonding every time they met.

That was what it meant to him. To not go off and lay with another ‘ness’ because of his biological need. It was to go to this cave every day and every night to see his beautiful mate. Regardless of her status, he would come to this cave and never leave her unibitated for long periods of time.

The sun was gone now and the only light that illuminated the cave was the lava river. Even with its dim glow, his mate’s scales sparkled. Approaching her, he saw more and more of her, as well as breathing in her wonderful scent. Despite her deep sleep, she radiated and looked lively as ever. But that was all it took to get him aroused.

His shaft slowly began to emerge from his slit, signifying that he was about to enjoy using his mate once more. But he first had to build himself to it.

“Hello again my love.” She remained silent and asleep. He inhaled deeply, bringing in her scent before exhaling loudly and cascading his hot breath over her body. “It seems as though our ‘teardrop’ has entered her heat.” He leaned his giant head towards hers, watching for any sign of movement. “And normally, it wouldn’t be a problem before, but I...I was reminded of you.” He pushed his giant tongue against her mouth, bathing her in saliva and tasting his sleeping mate.

“I didn’t wish to sate her, nor did I want to take some alone time she has with her new hoard.” He paused, a smile forming on his giant snout. “Right now, I am sure they are going at it.” He then began to rub his snout across her back, inhaling and breathing her scent on the way towards her back. “She smelled so much like you, in every way; just much… softer in tone.”

His mate continued her silence with light breathing, her belly slowly rising and falling, with no other indication to his words. His snout brushed under her tucked wings, feeling the thin skin from underneath, tickling his nose, something she reveled in it when she did it to him.

As his head got closer to his prize, his organ began to amass, slowly pushing more of itself out of his protective slit and growing in size. Being one of the largest dragons around, it helped knowing that his size in phallus matched his body and many have tried to reach for it or conquer it. All but one have failed.

The red pointed tip began to expand rapidly and with intent. A bulbous bump at the base with barbs running the sides of his shaft that had slight curved tips pointing down, in which helped pull and touched the deepest parts of a female, bringing them to a quicker climax. His mate loved it more than anything else, especially in her tale hole. Feeling it on her tongue was a whole different story though.

He was by her legs now; she was sleeping on her belly, so his job to reach his prize was the challenge. Despite the deep sleep, he moved her legs over with caution and began to slowly turn her body to her sides. He was also careful not to crush her left wing. He settled her gently onto her left side, where her head laid on her cheek. Her forearm stayed in front of her to prevent later discomfort. Torch also pushed her lightly towards the back of the wall to prevent her from falling backwards.

Dragon sleep was simple yet difficult to maneuver with. For one, moving them around helped prevent sore spots, scales from sticking together and helped certain body parts get air. He moved his mate everytime he used her body, but he also massaged or shifted her body to different positions… outside of mating.

The difficult part is that aggressive movements could damage the dragon, not just physically but mentally. If dragons were to be shaken or forced to be awakened, they could awaken, either at that moment or later, with feral and rage like behaviors. History has shown not to mess with a sleeping dragon. Regardless of your relations, dragons are not friendly at all when disturbed from their sleep. It also could invoke damaged or warped minds to the point of total madness.

When and if he moved his mate, he did so without too much aggressiveness. Last thing he wanted to do is have his shaft down her maw and he woke her up, only to have it bitten off. He only rubbed it now around her muzzle and shoves it in when he climaxes, bathing her tongue in seed or coating her face in greyish white fluids that he loved to see her face covered with.

Using her love hole to his pleasure was its own situation. The rocking movements can trigger the same ill-faded action that may hurt his mate when she awoke. Having realized that in order for himself to be satisfied but as well as keep his mate stable and not lash out, he actually pleasured her body first. Her mind may be asleep, but her body will still continue to do its own thing. Expel waste, grumble in annoyance, and even have the whole body move in large motions, but trigger no awakening. The same could be said when triggering or stimulating any of her organs to induce pleasure.

Lifting up her hind leg, he saw the thin line that was her vent. As wide as his longest digit, he leaned in and inhaled the dormant smell of his mate. Losened earth mixed with brimstone and a small touch of saltiness near her opening. That was just the outside, from lying all the time on her belly.

He pushed his snout directly onto her slit, lifting part of it to the side, and exposing her inner pink labia and walls, careful not to stress it fast or hard. As soon as the inner pink opened, her unique smell filled his nostrils. He took in a deep inhale, breathing her wonderful scent and filling his lungs with sweetness. Memories of tasting her brought a warmth to his heart and he stuck his tongue out to taste her pink walls.

A touch of salt, mixtures with sweetness and copper, on top of the earthy, ashy tone of the earth that she slept on. Gems caked in her fluids would be a meal sent from Draco and Wistala themselves. He knew of that fact because he had tried it.

But it wasn’t necessarily the flavor itself that got him to enjoy licking his mate. There was a certain gland inside the female that made males crazy and wild that turns their brains into mush and seeks nothing but the smell. That gland goes in through the nostrils or tongue, but the results are the same, for when you smell and taste it, your mind goes numb or feral. A musky, sweet wonderful high that clogs your lungs with it, feeling it with the scent and praying that this was all you breathe in. All females have this ability, but few could actually produce it so efficiently that males would always start from under the tail, digging their tongues deep into their mate’s moist depths.

The treat would only grow, along with the female. The older and bigger the female, the stronger the orgasms were, but their tastes would change. The fluids themselves would be thicker, stickier, almost to the consistency of tree sap. But just as sweet and the coppery taste resembling that of rubies on a slap fresh meat. The stickiness of a female’s secretions would linger on scales or your teeth for days and just the wonderful feeling of the sticky strands of fluids would always bring males back for more.

Torch knew all of this because he knew how his mate was. He had basked in her scent long enough but he knew now that if he were to ever release himself soon, he had to prepare his mate. He had to make sure she was loosened up a bit, moist enough to enter and bring her body to an orgasm. That was always his goal, despite knowing she wouldn’t awake from it.

“You always did play hard to get,” he lightly chastised his sleeping mate, a grin forming on his snout. He pushed his tongue back into her vent, shoving it deeper and pushing further into her core. His snout bumped against her softer area, feeling the heat around her mound. Closing his eyes, he imagined to hear her moans as he pleasured her. Her deep rumblems, spreading across her body as her mind burned in euphoria.

His own organ continued to ooze onto her leg, his whitish grey dribbles from the tip of his red shaft. He reached with one of his paws, enwrapping it with his claws, and began a soft stroking by grabbing his base. As much as he wanted to shove it inside of her, he still preferred to not move her as much.

His head kept her leg aloft while his tongue was buried deep into her canal. His tongue was being coated by her secretions, filling his tongue to the brim with her thick, wonderful fluids, striking every taste bud he had. His tongue was thick enough to ensure that little to none of her fluids dropped from her body, only when he stuck his tongue out to scoop up much of her fluids into his mouth.

At this point, her body began to react and he could feel her body shifting, soft motions of her hips moving back and forth into his mouth. He wondered if this was how she would awaken or would love to be awakened to?

Her mate, tongue deep and buried inside of her tunnel, juices pouring from her canal and filling his tongue with her nectar. His large member was dropping thick drops of pre-seed onto her legs, longing to be buried inside of her and fill her depths with his essence. He hoped that this would be the day, like many others, that she would awaken and…

“.... Mmmmm… Torch…” she muttered lightly, almost whispered.

Torch stopped. Did she just…

He waited for more, to truly know if she had just said his name. Her voice was frail, not sickly but weak after decades of no use. However, no more came from her. She continued to sleep through her body reacting, still secreting her fluids and her walls opening and closing in need.

He must have heard a grumble or a shift in her body that made the sound. Still, it did bring some sweet memories of hearing her voice as she moaned his name when he was railing her hard to the floor. Torch would love to do that, but when she was awake. For now, he was setting her up and setting himself to mount her.

He continued to lick her walls, brushing his tongue around her labia and bringing more of her fluids out to be collected by his tongue. Bringing more saliva to her nethers, he pushed his tongue right back into her folds, spreading them far apart and sinking his tongue again deep inside of her. Her fluids are almost gushing now, as he swirled and dove his tongue deep into his mate’s tight hole.

At this point, he was a bit desperate to mount her, his cock twitching with anxious throbbing, dripping large amounts of pre onto his mate and the cave floor.

Torch hummed into his mate’s labia, sending trembles through her frame and the rest of her body. Her body reacted with intent, slowly girating into his tongue, and squeezing his tongue with her walls.

It became too much and he relented with leaving his mate close to the edge. He slowly laid her body to the side, leaving her opening exposed to the surroundings before he brought himself close to her haunches with his own. He moved her body back to her belly but had her hind legs lifted and upright. Pulling up her tail onto his chest, he stood on his haunches, facing his throbbing member towards her entrance.

He slowly and carefully guided his red organ towards his mate’s tunnel.Slowly he also pulled her hind legs closer to him and brought them down onto his awaiting organ. He let his tip brush her awaiting opening, letting her drippings coat his member in all of her juices before pushing it in and allowing tension to leave his body as he sank himself into the hot depths of his love. Slowly and in a painful desperate manner, he pushed deeper and deeper into his mate.

He let loose a groan of europha as he pushed deep into her depths, with his ridges scraping her walls and sending shivers that ran up and down her body. Her walls squeezed at the invader, trying to keep much of it in her as possible. He pushed his giant length until his crotch met hers and his shaft was lodged deep into her walls, where it hugged him from all around.

He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the nice, heated warmth that surrounded his organ. The heat matched lava but the tightness was always something that made it more intense. Whether it was inside a mouth or a vent, the moisture and closing and tightening of any organ was better than any lava.

Once satisfied that her body adjusted to his size, he pulled back out, slowly allowing his ridges to scrape her walls, leaving only the first half of his tip and allowing cooler air to touch his base to give it a tingling feeling, before he slowly pushed back in and allowing their fluids to squelch and mesh together.

The thick juices of her’s and his mixed in almost a creamy thick goo, that clumped together and made heavy sounds upon impact on the floor. A large puddle had already formed between them of a greyish white mixed with semi clear thick secretions.

He kept the slow tempo going, really holding back his need to bury himself in his mate in a fury. He mastered total control years back but his body always demanded to let loose. If she were awake, she would be proud of his restraints.

Another groan left him as her walls continued to clamp him down and him having to use some excess strength to leave her. While he did have weight on her, it was not enough to warrant any discomfort, for he already laid one large palm on the floor by her belly to keep his entire body off her.

While he trusted inside of her, his voice came out gruff and paced. “You should ‘huff’ see our daughter, Saphira.” He settled into a pace of thrusting as he spoke and inhaling as he pulled out. “She is so strong now, with the hoard she has.” He stopped, pausing as memory of her pain surfaced quickly. “She has so much love to share, I envy her heart. I just wish that a piece of her heart hadn’t broken off.” Shaking his head, he continued his trusting, albeit more focused on trying to bring his mate to an orgasm then anything.

“But when he re-awakens, she will be the strongest dragoness in all of the lands.” He shifted so his outer bulbous base rubbed her flared nub on the outside. “He will make her be ‘growl’ the best of all of us, I-I just know it!”

It seemed like she agreed as well, for her body expelled a huge gush of her fluids on him, making severely loud squelching noise as he continued. With his constant trusting, he soon reached a point of having his body go at a steady and familiar pace to give himself time.

If there were any other way for somedragon to experience joy, would be to spend no work and earn total pleasure from it. His mate was worth putting for the extra pleasure, trying to make sure that even in her sleep, she would be taken care of by him.

She was the one who suggested that he use her body in her sleep. Even if she wasn’t fully aware, her body would react and still feel the pleasure. He would be damned if anything happened to her and he would make sure that if and when she would awaken, that she would know she was well taken care of by her mate.

That the euphoria that dripped from her vent was caused by him. That her sweet taste and juices that dripped from her, were from his skilled tongue that drank every drop. Her smell remained unchanged because he had kept her clean or slightly different because he loved to coat her body in his seed.

Even now as his body continued to please her, he licked her neck, he purred his throat against her body and he whispered sweet nothings to her with each trust of his massive organ into her hot depths.

“I’m getting close now, my love,” He growled lightly next to her, feeling his eternal gnads getting ready for release. The amount of fluids mixed that dripped into the puddle, only heightening the pleasure, for the sound echoed loudly inside the cave. The air was toxic with the sweet and musky aroma of sex. His mind bleeding into feral, but fighting it with all his will to keep it from taking over and hurting his love.

Even as he could feel the inevitable climax approaching, he wanted her to release with him. He wanted her and him to be together when it happened. And despite the pleasure, he still continued to speak.

“M-My love, please! I ask that you and I finish together! Like we always do when we are together.” He continued to trust in her, feeling his release edging closer and closer. Her own fluids had never stopped pouring from her body, making the ever growing puddle grand and stickier.

Her own body was starting to kick start something and it began to show with her breathing starting to rise. Torch didn’t notice yet, but felt her walls tightening around his hard shaft, trying to squeeze and milk him for all of his seed. The precious fluid begging to be released from his home and be split into the hot womb inside this very body. The barbs that continued to rub and tingle her walls, the bulbous base that continued to stretch her out vet and the amount of pre-seed that amassed within, finally gave way to her body’s release and a massive gush of fluids flooded from her depths and poured from her hole.

At the same time, her walls held him tightly, almost begging him not to let go, clamped on him and that was enough to send him over the edge. He pushed hard, not too hard to hurt and move her body, but shoved up slow and hard, to prolong it. His spear tip finally released and like a volcano, exploded from the tip in a massive pulse of white greyish seed that quickly flooded her womb.

He wanted to roar in triumph at his release, he wanted to bite on her neck to make sure she stayed there and he wanted to slam into her over and over again to continue the climax.

But he didn’t.

He pushed in up to his boulb, almost sinking it in, held it there and let himself throb and fire his seed in her like a lava geyser. He flooded her womb very quickly, almost adding double the amount from his pre-seed and quickly overflooding it to a point where it began to pour out of her body like a fast flowing river. It coated over his organ, and ran down his giant thighs as well as hers. The cave was overwhelming with the smell of their fluids and his mind had once more reached a state of high and pure euphoria that he felt like he did many centuries ago when he and his mate had first begun their courting and mating rituals.

From just those moments of pure ecstacy, he was reliving and embracing his love in pure love and pleasure, the returning feeling of them spilling their fluids everywhere without care or worry. To roar or yell to the heavens on their matings, to release their flames into the skies, demanding that the world watch as they reached new heights in mind, body and souls.

That was why he knew that no other female would be able to do this for him. This was why he wanted no other female in his life and why he chose to remain by her side.

Even in sleep, she could still bring him pleasure and love like no other and that he would spend his life, his needs and his heart with her forever.

His seed finally began to slow and her body continued to naturally push out any fluids from within. The puddle that was surrounding them was now a small lake, the stench on them would take days to clear and the fact that both he and his mate ejaculated at the same time, he knew that he was still able to please her.

He gently pulled out of her, allowing a huge gush of mixed fluids to pout out of her and adding to the mess. A mess he quite enjoyed and the sticky warm feeling that encompassed their neithers. Lowering her hindlegs down unto their mess, he laid her onto her belly, coating the lower regions with their mess. He was going to bathe her in lava and water in the morning, so for now, he was content with leaving it like this.

Once she was properly laid and nestled, he gave a small shake of his body, letting the excess fluids shake off of him, then moving to her side and lying to her right, not carrying as the fluids smeared over his body. While not lavishly, he did find that this always made him feel dirty and young again.

He sighed and brought his head next to her laying it and watching her face. “You are still wonderful my love, still as amazing as ever.” Exhaustion crept over and he felt his energy and the day coming down on him. “I just hope that when you awaken, it is not after Ember and Spike have their own or even before their first century. I pray… that you come back to us soon. I need you… so much. Ember misses you.” A small tired yawn left him and he gave her a small kindle across her face, briefly lighting her up. “Please… please do.” With that, he closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

The sound of the slow running lava and the deep intake of air was the only sound made. It was peaceful for him, just to hear it.

Inhale… then exhale…

Inhale… exhale…

Inhale… “T-Tor-rch?”

His eyes slowly opened and then… he saw half lidded deep maroon eyes stare back at him. He blinked, thinking that he was dreaming already or seeing things, yet the eyes blinked and a small smile began to form on the tired mouth of his mate.

“T-that… w-wasss… wonderfullll… m-my love…” Despite the raspy and dryness in her voice, it was still angelic and lovely, to the point where his head almost shot up and looked down at her to see if she was really awake. Her eyes moved but her head remained. The warm and graceful smile remained.

“S-Saphira?” He couldn’t believe it. Was she really..?

A long blink and the smile continued. “Y-you awoke me…” A sigh, tired but filled with love and care left her. “It felt so good…” A small weak chuckle left her. “That is… the most wonderful… pleasant… awakening… ever…”

Torch let loose tears he hadn’t realized he had shed and immediately brought his head to her, brushing and licking her, doing everything he can to show his love. That was all that she needed and nothing else.

The two lovers held each other in loving embrace, tears were shed as they reunited and came back to each other’s grace. It became such a miracle that even with their tiredness that hit them both, they stayed awake that night, speaking nothing but love for one another and care, that when the sun hit the next morning, Torch knew that from there on out, things were going to be okay with them.

Author's Note

Wow, its been awhile since I wrote a story for dragon tales. well, expect more on the way! The dragon lord legacy has a few stories on the way that I cannot wait to put on, especially involving our favorite couple as well as other dragons!
Stay tuned to read some more amaing tales from our friends in scales!

Passion Eternal

Passion Eternal

Takes place right at the end of Promise Eternal, where young love fully blosoms in the most beautiful way.

(Contains: Young Love, M/F, Vanilla, Marking, Biting, Cowgirl, and excess fluids.)

As the two dragons fully embraced their vows, their hearts and souls, their passion became something more. It became something so strong and so full of emotion, that their bodies could only respond in the way love could.

With Ember on top of him, licking his face or rubbing it against his, her body grinded on top of his own, their thighs and slits brushing so close, the friction it caused awakened their needs. The need was not so much to breed, but to please one another in many ways that lovers do, passionately and on another level.

Spike’s tail had wrapped around her own, trying to keep her close, not wanting to let go. Her knees were around his waist and on the ground, trying to keep herself upright but with their passion and energy going, it was difficult.

The air was cool, but their own bodies generated heat that they didn’t feel anything other than each other. As they continued to grind and rub against each other, their bodies reacted.

Ember’s vent began to show signs of arousal with her secretions beginning to moisten her inner depths and slowly but surely drip from her body.

For Spike, the friction caused his own vent to slowly open and for his organ to fill with blood at the arousing state. The tip of his shaft slowly began to poke through the opening, getting a taste of fresh air from his hole.

The duo knew where this was heading, but no words need be said. They didn’t want to speak, their bodies, their souls and their merge had said it all. They rubbed, they hugged, they laughed, and they began to moan, with their needs becoming louder and louder.

Ember finally sat up and aligned her waist with his own, their vents touching and their organs begging to be pleased. Ember’s vent finally had become engorged and open with her fluids dripping from her warm depths, directly onto her lover. Each drop of her fluids onto him, caused his shaft to grow bigger and bigger, pushing through his slit and finally growing in mass rapidly.

When she felt him pressing against her neithers, both saw this and blushed, despite having done this before, it still became a new experience for both. For Ember, it would be the first time she saw his upgraded equipment. Especially that it had now grown bigger and taller than she honestly expected. Almost non-stop, she watched in near awe that it was taller than her palm, with a base that she couldn’t fully grasp with her claws.

Spike’s own shyness came in that while he had done this before with her, this was now going to be more personal. This was going to be inside her in a way that only two that are close could share. His pride had grown and the fact that Ember was in awe, had confirmed his mothers’ suspicion that he was going to impress her.

While no words were needed to explain themselves, Ember gave small rocking motions, giving small gasps as his ridges rubbed her outer labia’s more sensitive nub, while also invoking his own sensitive area. Any fluids that she secreted smeared around his shaft, creating a great deal of lubrication and easing themselves into the coming act.

Both gave soft moans as Ember grinded herself against him, Spike adding a little to the motion by moving his hips to rub up and down against her. Each pass against his barbs shot tingles down his organ and up his spine. Pre-seed slowly began to form from his tip, adding to the fluids and speeding up the pass of secretions.

They continued their slow grind, not trying to reach the end, but making their way to it together. Their eyes would meet, despite the coming darkness of the night, Luna’s moon glowed brightly and with passion, to illuminate their eyes to find one another.

While their love making continued, it started to fill the air with a sense of more than just need. The will to continue on and cause each other to reach euphoria, was slowly edging into their minds.

At this point, their organs demanded that they make full connection and to unify their love for one another. Ember finally stopped grinding herself against his shaft, raising her hips high enough so that his tip just brushed her entrance.

Their eyes met, their hearts synced and their breathes held, as this was the moment they have waited for. Not wanted, but needed. When they would become whole and accept that anything they would do, it would be together.

Their organs pressed, she lowered herself and with a final look to him, Spike gave a nod and she accepted it, lowered herself onto him. His spire pierced and spread her vent, welcoming the host into her hot moist depths. Both dragons released loud moans, releasing strong flameless breaths of hot air into the sky as they pressed on. His shaft continued his burrow into her as she slowly sank, each passing of his barbs sending sharp spikes of pleasure up her body and causing spasms.

A small burst of fluids left her, a small premature orgasm leaving her body and adding to the fire of passion. Spike meanwhile felt her tight walls closing around him, squeezing and trying to bring him in deeper to his beloved. He held her hips as they neared towards the end as she sank lower and lower onto him until finally… her hips met his once more and the base of his was right at her spread entrance.

Both stopped, letting heavy breaths, enjoying the blissful and intense feeling of one another. Spike being inside her while Ember felt her insides full for the first time in her life. With the bodies fully integrated, their minds reached new heights in pleasure and when they finally came back from their ecstacy, they stayed like that for a few moments.

Ember could feel each throb of his organ or perhaps that was his heart beat against her walls. Her fluids now creeped almost endlessly out of her, oozing down his shaft in what tight spacing it could squeeze in between their organs. His grown shaft had stretched her considerably and while their sizes were the same, she felt like he was far bigger than he should be.

Spike never knew warmth like this and while it came close and different from his mothers, this was different. The feeling of euphoria still tickled and warped around his mind, cutting off most intellectual thoughts or even proper responses outside of instinctual or emotional.

Once both had settled and became used to each other, they once more locked eye contact, they accepted their mate’s limits and began slow. Ember slowly rose herself off of him, feeling each and every barb run across her walls and triggering every sensitive bit inside of her. Spike felt the cool air touching him as he left the warm confines of her body.

Using her knees, she had lifted herself up until just the very tip of his spire rested on the edge of her lips, taking a deep breath of feeling empty, before she exhaled and slowly lowered herself, spreading and sinking down back onto him. Once more merging their hips to one another.

Blissful sighes left them both at the returning feeling for both. Keeping his claws on her hips, he helped her rise once more to keep the motion going. Slowly but surely, they began to build a rhythm, with Ember beginning a slow ride on Spike. He didn’t mind that she was on top, nor that she was in control. With his aid, she rose and fell with ease, controlling their pleasures and their movements to near synconry.

The delight in her moans burned forever into his memory, as they were almost angelic and meaningful, knowing he was doing his job as a proper mate. With each rise and fall upon his organ, Spike knew that this was the start of what would lead to their eventual climax. And with the dragoness he loved right on top of him, he knew it was going to be beautiful.

A strong moan left Ember, pointing her head up and to the sky, letting the world know of it. Their mating was slow but she wanted it to pick up. She wanted it to reach its end yet, she knew that it wasn’t going to be wonderful if only she achieved her climax. It had to be together, it had to be with him. She leaned down a little, letting her claws land on his chest and moving her head closer.

Being this close, their muzzles touched, close to an actual pony kiss but remained sensual. Their breathes could be used to speak, but it was wasted on their hearty moans. Their organs begged for release but they only wanted to prolong their orgasms for as long as possible.

Their hips were now coated in each other's fluids, with Spike being the one who now smelled of both himself and his lover. And it was the most wonderful feeling. His mothers taught him the scent meant a lot to dragons and to be covered in it, was to show who belonged to who and no other dragon in the world that was related to him, did he want to belong to more than Ember.

With a renewed energy and vigor to make most of it, Spike began thrusting his hips to hers as she fell. The effect was almost instant and she let out a blissful moan upon contact, the wet splatter of the juices starting to grow with each hit. Her walls continued to hold his shaft within, trying to keep him in her, trying to keep his whole being in her.

Their pace began to pick up and so did their need to push to the end. Ember began bringing her hips down and hard to make her hips slap with his, making not only their bodies make sound but the echoes louder to the world.

A low, hearty growl left him as the pace increased; his shaft continuing to drip with large white streams of pre-seed into her, slowly but surely prepping for his climax. A desire rose, one he felt was instinctual but at the same time, meaningful. The need to breed was right at the tip for him, the feeling to fill his mate with his seed. That part was the one he wanted.

His thrusts now became stronger and he sat up to strengthen in his effort to bring his mate pleasure. With his body now upright, Ember wrapped her legs around his waist, giving her a wider access to her body. Spike lifted her up, slowly adjusting to his knees and wrapped his arms on her lower thighs while she wrapped her arms across his back. With their new position set, Spike began to really push his limit now.

Their faces now close, their eyes locked, they could both see their love for one another. A shift of their instincts was entering both of them. Spike became more dominant in this part while Ember became less inclined to do the work. She wanted him to be on top now, taking control and letting him use her to bring both of them to pleasure.

Her tail wracked back and forth with bliss as her body was now in a near constant state of ecstasy. Her fluids now poured from what gaps from her body had between his shaft and her walls and continued to coat his legs with her juices, making his piston movements almost glide with ease, while his barbs still continued to touch every inch of her walls. Her moans increased with no restraint, no care of who heard and what matter the creature that turned to them.

Spike was getting faster, louder and was using all of his energy now to continue his efforts to bring his mate pleasure. He could feel that his own climax was approaching; his innards getting that wonderful feeling within and getting ready to release. But he fought his instinct to do it right away.

His mouth was near her neck and he pressed against his while still thrusting into her. A small growl left him, making contact on her neck and sending shivers up and down her spine. A sign that he was getting close and that he may mark her.

His mothers taught him that small bites on the neck also meant another way to mark one another. Females and males could do each other, but it was the males that bit the females while the females marked their males with their scents. The drake let his teeth out, not to bite but to scrape across her neck with each time he thrusted into her, letting them glide on her scales.

This was Ember’s almost near tipping point, at feeling his teeth in her most vulnerable area. She gave a half cry, half moan, which turned almost into a small squeal as another wave of juices left her, almost bringing her to a climax.

Feeling her fluids in great excess run down him, rivogered him to new heights to get to the end faster. If she already climaxed, then it was up to him to finish and to do with her again. He was inwardly happy to bring her so much happiness but now, he wanted to share with her.

His claws slightly dug into her thighs, his teeth wrapped around her neck and his tail wrapped fiericly around her writing blue tail. His body demanded release, his love demanded release. His love for her demanded… attention.

He held her tightly, gripping her against him. Her claws dug into his back, her moans became almost non-coherent and when he was getting close, she too was demanding release.

Three deep and powerful thrusts was all that was needed to unify these two souls and to spread the word of their union to the world.

One… His throbbing organ began to build the tension at the base and the process started.

Two… Ember’s own walls tightened and squeezed his shaft with everything it could to keep him in.

Three… The final twitch and from his tip erupted his seed. From her own depths, spilled her fluids of vast amounts. He bit onto her neck as she shot her head up to the sky in a roar. The second after he fully bit into her and felt his seed fully unload deep into her womb, filling it with his essence, he left her neck and shot his own head up to the skies.

The two young drakes released their roars and the powerful jets of flames from their mouths as their climaxes hit. Her body spasmed as an almost endless wave of fluids expelled from her body, despite the tightening of grip of her walls on him. What little space between their organs had, almost sprayed all over them in her blissful release.

Spike felt his shaft throb with a strong burst as white hot seed flooded the womb of his beloved mate. His heart beating in rapid session alongside hers, as both roared to the heavens on their union.

For almost a solid minute, both had released their fluids on or in each other, while also maintaining their signal of fire and love to the skies, briefly lighting up the area above and below for a time. Their green and blue flames dancing almost swirling around each other as they continued their orgasmic bliss.

Their respective organs finally finished with Spike having already spilled all of his seed in her and Ember releasing all of her fluids from her. Their fires stopped and their breaths left them… then Spike fell onto his back with his mate on top of him. He landed with a small thud, though it retriggered his breathing as did Ember, with both of them taking in deep breaths to recover from their union. The two of them laid there panting with heavy breathes and hot bodies.

Spike and Ember reeked of each other’s bodily fluids. It was pleasant for them both. Spike would be forever marked with Ember’s scent on him, while Ember would forever have his teeth marks on her neck. While it did sting, not lasting pain disrupted her from the blissful event that took place right now. Their minds are too high to think of anything else but each other.

Spike’s phallus began its retreat into his body, leaving a small trail of seed left at his tip. Ember’s own body expelled much of the excess seed and secretions from their own, dripping in between them, making their legs, thighs and whatever splatter on their bodies more wet. While she knew they would need to bathe, that was the last thing on their minds. Her body held much of his seed within her and it felt wonderful, a nice warm center in her, like he would never leave.

Though that feeling did bring up another warm thought in her mind and that was to have that feeling stay and then grow within her. To have that wonderful seed of his take hold and give her eggs. The feeling of having something so precious, so wonderful grow inside of her womb, with her mate by her side.

It was what would be in her dreams tonight.

With their breathing slowed and their bodies slowly easing down, their eyes stared up to the night skies and watched the moon and stars twinkling. Spike held Ember into his arms, while using his arms as a pillow and he used his wings to wrap them around her body. The cool air helped them recover faster, but it was still the heat of their bodies that kept them close.

They let their minds wonder for a bit, letting the events replay in their head over and over again. When their energy began to leave their bodies began to shut down with ease, letting sleep take over. Spike held her close, his face, close to her own, giving her light licks across her.

“Ember… I love you so much,” he whispered, “-you mean everything to me. You are my heart, my soul, my reason I am alive and awake…”

Tears formed on her eyes and she licked him back, their tongues brushing against one another. “You are my heart and soul Spike. Without you, I don’t think my life could become any better, I love you!”

They continued to speak sweet nothing to another, making vows and promises right up until their energy drained completely and sleep took them by the body, with their bodies locked in eternal embrace.

Two young dragons came here to find and express their love tonight. Tomorrow morning, their love would be seen to the world and the lights of their hearts would match those of the strongest of lovers. Their unison, their hearts, would be forever marked here and elsewhere for others.

Not far below in the valley, two other lovers had also experienced their climaxes while showing their love for one another, though they were less loud then the two young ones above.

They separated themselves as both Eliyinsa and Zynthia had their faces covered in each other’s fluids, dripping from their mouths and faces.

Apparently, watching and then hearing the two go at it, had triggered their own needs and with the love tonight, it made them want to please one another. When they saw the flames die down, that is when they knew that their son had just claimed his mate and she had too.

The scarlet and black dragonesses couldn’t be any prouder of their son, with his passion and heart going all in, they knew that while he was going to endure a lot with his life, as long as he had her, he would do fine.

They enjoyed their sessions, remembering how much they loved each other and would continue to do so for a long time. With their own needs taken, Zynthia pulled her mate close, using her wing to wrap it around her and keep her warm.

The night was ending and with it, so was the time here in the Dragon Lands.

Author's Note

Takes right at the end of The promise Eternal! So like my other fics, I try to use less raunchy words like dick, pussy, etc, because it feels weird on a species that I feel wouldn't use it, so i tried other words. Might not work but hopefully it still works!
This will be it on an actual canonical sex fic story we will get for awhile. In truth, I want to create another dragon sex story fics but they are to be one shots or stayed in their own continuity for sake of mine. I will update on that soon, so if you wish to read more dragon tales but with different universes and stories, let me know down below.
Thanks for reading and fapping!

Featured!!!! 4/2/2021!!:yay:

Upfront lessons on Dragon courting and mating

Dragon Tales

Lessons on Dragon Reproduction

(Contains - Small dragon, two large female dragons, teaching, licking, oral, cunnligus, teasing, clawing/fingering?, marking, excessive fluids, semi-incest, scents, taboo like structure, and more.)

Takes place before the ending of the Promise Eternal. Read that to avoid spoilers

“So my son, do you wish to begin?”

A small shy, nod came from him. “Good, then let’s start with the basics, shall we?”

She turned to her snoring mate and leaned over to give her a small nip to her neck. “Zyn, love… it's time to wake.” She bit on her neck, where her head connected and stirred the larger scarlett dragoness.

A groan left her mouth and her eyes twitched, trying to continue her late slumber. “For what, love?” She croaked. “We have nothing to do today.” A small whine left her, earning a chuckle from Spike. It reminded him a bit like Twilight after a long night reading and then, having something to do in realization on that morning.

“Oh but we do love,” She then leaned down to whisper right into her ear hole, giving small puffs of air to tickle her senses. “Our son is trying to impress a certain female. He needs help with understanding courting and… mating!” She purred the word into her ears, causing her eyes to shoot open and her maroon eyes to fall towards their son, who gulped at the sudden focus of his larger mother. A blink and then relizatio.

She raised her head and turned to her mate, who had a pleasant grin. “Truely?” She received a nod and turned to Spike. Instead of being ecstatic like her mother, she was more curious than anything. “And… you are fine with us teaching you Spike?”

The teen drake gave an affirmed nod albeit with hesitation. “I don’t think there is anyone else to teach me. I already told mother that I learned from my pony family but because dragons were so hard to study, they knew so little.”

“And Saphira also tried to teach him but I believe she also went overboard.” She added in with a grin.

Surprise washed over Zynthia as she raised her head to grasp the situation. “You didn’t even listen in on Saphira’s lessons about mating?” She was in disbelief, which confused the little drake more at his mothers’ view on the dragoness. Did he miss something?

“Why is Ember’s mother so… no wait, why are you two infatuated with her? Like is she some sort of expert or something?” He didn’t dare call Ember’s mother a sexual deviant or something but it was hard not to think that one female dragoness could have a rep for something like mating, especially from his own mothers.

“Oh dear Spike, she is one of the few dragoness that during her earlier days with Torch, would go into details on how Torch and her would rut like teenagers!” His mother practically praised out loud.

“And it always made so many of the ‘nesses’ jealous when she spoke out loud about how she would always receive pleasure in return, never left wanting.” Zynthia finished, a small twirl of her tail in the air in exaggeration. She shifted her posture as her attention remained on her son. “Many of us had never heard of dragons doing some of the things that they do!”

“Saphira traveled outside of the lands for most of her first century,” Eliyinsa added, shifting once more where her haunches met her mates and soon, a unique scent started to set in the area. “She would speak about the sights she has seen, the lands she explored and the creatures she has interacted with. But none so more, is that she has viewed and studied-” A flick of her tail in excitement, “-how many creatures of many types mated in a variety of ways.”

“Diamond Dogs, Abyssinians, griffins, ponies, seaponies, and more.” She paused as she realized that she now outloud made Ember’s mother, Saphira, one of the most well respected and well known dragons in the lands, look like a perverted stalker or explorer of the carnal arts… which wouldn’t be to far off from the truth. While her knowledge was grand, it came out wrong to certain ears. “In any case, I presume when she began to talk about it, you were red shaded and tried to hide, even though she continued on.” Another pause from him without a response and she gave her son a cheshire grin. “I bet she even asked if you knew that basics of mating or if you lacked any knowledge of proper technique?”

A blush filled nod left him, almost making him wonder if his mother was reading his mind again… or she knew this dragoness so well that she could already tell what his reaction would be. Regardless, he sighed with his red tinted cheeks. “Yeah,” He grumbled more at the accuracy but relented.

Still, the more the conversation carried out, the more he realized that not only was this lesson turning into something else, the scents of his mothers continued to grow and he shamefully tried to hide the fact that, despite not getting much details from any of them, he was still having vivid visuals of Ember’s mother.
He shifted on his legs, trying not to show his discomfort, yet his mother noticed this way too early on.

“Oh son, have no shame in feeling or thinking about it,” His mother assured him. “Saphira is a beautiful female, no doubt about it.”

“Yes, a very appealing dragoness,” Zynthia purred. “But while she is mated, it goes to show you that there is very little to hide out here. Her very discriptive nature towards mating or sex as many of the younger ones call it, have eluded to mass increase of satisfised lovers. It got to the point, where she personally would gather groups of dragonesses, while Torch had groups of dragons, together and they would share their exploits.” She giggled with glee as she remembered quite a few. “And while she was regarded as a sexual deviant at first, many have come to respect that she has more knowledge on the pleasure of a body then most know the full functions of a dragon. Scrolls were even written in her knowledge by the archivist Blacktip, and stored in vaults. Many were copied and even given to those that could read from them.”

Why did this not bother him anymore? Why was talking about all of Ember’s mother’s exploits and knowledge seem all of a sudden… natural now? It was so eased to see that the effects were strong and unhindered to the point where just the tip of his own arousal began to spread his slit and emerge. Not only that, but the scent of his mothers’ arousal was starting to integrate into his nose, with his nostrils flaring and taking in their scent with ease. Was this normal?

“Oh my… son, have we excited you?” His mother teased. Instantly, he saw his shame peeking out and quickly covered up by shoving both of his claws over his privates. His face blushed fully red in embarrassment, while his momma tittered lightly and his mother cooed to him in amusement. “Spike our son, you have nothing to hide. I do apologize for causing your arousal and if you want us to stop, we will.”

It was an honest response to his shame but it felt so naturally weird that he was feeling aroused by his mothers. Now, they were not his birth mothers, but it still didn’t help that he found them as such.

Shaking his head but keeping his claws over his nethers, he gave a gulp and looked up. “I-I-I need to k-know this now, if not I-I might r-r-regret it later.” And to his shame and utter terror, he took in a deep whiff of the two arousing females and felt his pride grow even stronger, to the point where his phallus pushed hard against his claws. He began to shake at this point, even looking down shamefully on to the floor. “I-I-I like the s-s-scent!” He admitted in a low manner, but it was heard by them nonetheless.

Wrapping a large wing around him and shielding him outside of the view of the rest of the cave, only their heads and himself were seen, making it that much more private.

“Will this help?” In truth, the privacy did help a bit more, but the worst part was, that because it was now an enclosed area, their arousal almost overwhelmed him and it felt like a warmer area to begin with. His pride finally reached full mass and he could no longer push down on it hard enough to show that with his increased size in body over the year, the rest of him grew as well. Prior to his molt and growth, his phallus was a few centimeters due to his adolescence and when he and Ember had tried to mate, it would have not accomplished much.

A growth on his end and a growth on another end, he was taller then the palm that tried and failed to cover it. It twitched with anticipation and was rigid, not quite throbbing but slowly showing signs of its early stages to begin something. The small barbs that were located on the sides were flared all the way up to his pointed tip. He had a bulbous base that was slightly engorged, where his own claws couldn’t fully wrap around the base with how thick he had gotten.

He relented and fell back from being overwhelmed by his mothers. His body cushioned against his mother’s arm, fully exposed to them and while he knew that there were size differences between them, he still felt inadequate to them being this exposed.

His mothers disagreed.

“My, my...” His momma gave a small coo with amusement. “You certainly have grown son and, while I am glad that you are still growing, I hope that Ember will appreciate the ‘length’ you will go through to please her.” When she said the word ‘length’ she gave a small puff of air over his body, sending a small shiver to him.

His mother nuzzled the top of his head. “Your mate… mates, will truly enjoy this if you know how to use it correctly.” She then lowered her head down his body, where she gave another nuzzle, this time to his lower head. He stiffened upon contact and a soft, uncontrolled shaky sigh left him. She gave a small flick of her tongue on him and he gasped, freezing.

“I-I-Is this n-normal?” he asked, shaken with pleasure but his curiosity and pony raised mind pushed through enough. They both paused.

‘“What’s that?” His mother asked.

He swallowed, their scents strong, his arousal stronger but his mind was still working like crazy trying to understand his situation. “I-Is this r-right for u-us to do?”

While it was a simple one, it was one that they felt would be self explanatory. Yet the question was one they realized was not of fear but of how his viewpoints were slightly skewed by his family’s upbringing.

His momma gave a small hum and looked at his eyes, temporarily ignoring his arousal. “While your ponies have rules and views on the topic, the taboo is not as ridiculed or as ill as they see it. It’s no secret that we partake in the acts, it is not as public due to little or any dragons that cares. Regardless, just like Saphira was willing to teach you without restraint or fear from us, learning something like this only ensures that proper education is given to the young.”

His mother, her head over his own, licked the top of his short horns in affection, not in an arousing way, but the way she does when she shows her love for him and her mate. “But if it eases your mind and heart son just remember, that we and you ‘have no blood relations’; that your upbringing may be embedded in your mind, but our relation to you is that of ‘caretakers’. Let that ease your turmoil.”

In a weird way, it did ease his thoughts on the taboo, but it also internally saddened him that it was like this. His mind clashes with pony ideals while he needs to gain much knowledge from his mothers was also competing and infuriating to his draconic heritage.

He inhaled and exhaled, letting what was essentially a claw on demonstration of ‘mating’ amongst other things, that was being taught. For now though, he let his mind go and allowed himself to enjoy the scents of his non-biological mothers, fill his lungs with their arousal and let his mind enjoy the moments.

“Okay.” He said softly, his eyes half lidded, now really taking in the full effects of their states bathe him over.

Getting the approval, they decided to really show how things worked first before they indulged any further. The scarlet dragoness gave a small purr, as she unfurled herself and rose to her feet.

His eyes blinked several times in disbelief at what he saw when she stood. There was a giant puddle of where she had just laid on and from between her two legs, he saw small globs of secretions dripping from her vent and running down the sides of her legs.

He gave a low, audible gasp when he saw the amount of fluids that had just come from his momma. His mind was reeling at the amount that she had created in such a short time. Was it because of him or because of their own arousal?

She moved a bit outward to give space before she turned her body around so that her legs now stood where he was at and she laid on her side, spreading her hind legs to fully expose herself to him. In hindsight, the view truly made him understand how big the scarlet dragoness was. Her vent was somewhat gabbing, a horizontal pink hole, creating a mass amount of thick, gooey fluids that were semi transparent and dripping out with a slight whitish hue to it. A thought so absurd and so arousing came, that it caused a soft spasm to run through his body.

‘I could fit inside of her,’ That thought alone made him shiver and to almost want to throw himself inside the pink walls of his momma. To fully enter her hot depths and bathe in her nectar. More thoughts came of his mind that played from fantasy to dirty amongst other things. He wanted to bury himself in there, to be surrounded by warmth and heat. To coat himself in her fluids and have her scent all over him and truly be as close to her son as possible.’

He hadn’t realized that each thought seemed to translate to the throbs of his organ, quaking as he continued his mental fantasies. His mother noticed this, though she kept her son focused on her mate. He had yet to notice that Eliyinsa had slowly shifted her hind legs as well to the side, exposing her own nethers but they were for her mate who eased her way into pleasing her.

With her needs being handled, she began slowly. “While I have no doubt that your pony family has taught you well,” A small paused a shiver took her. “-They may have taught you the basics. Males and females, which organs belong to who and perhaps… the reproductive cycle, correct son?”

Despite the dazed look and the warped mind playing on his hormones, he managed to nod against her arm. A small sigh left her as her mate nuzzled her nethers, teasing her like she was doing to, perhaps telling her to get on with it.

“Well, while I feel like we can skip that part, I do want to point out a few things. The first is that the smell of a female does change with age. Do you remember Ember’s scent when you two tried to mate the first time?” While his mind was hazy with his mother’s scent in his face as well as visual, a small memory came up where he almost lost his own mind to her scent. He had pulled… or the more appropriate word was… yanked her inside her pillows and she tried to explain her own way of mating but it didn’t last long. He buried his head between her legs, licked her fluids up and both climaxed without them actually mating.

Giving a memory another look, this was tame compared to what he was enduring here. Another nod. “While what you two had done was pure instinct, I want you to remember that both of your emotions are involved. That you should think of one another before you jump in on it together.” She then used her claw to gently rub his phallus, just barely using any strength to move it back and forth, side to side, rubbing his barbs and the boulb at his base.

The stimulation felt odd against her massive hard claw, but due to her gentleness, it was generating the necessary reaction to start what would be considered a masturbation session. “These barbs can be a benefit for you both or it could hurt her more than anything.” She pushed it against him, straining his organ a bit, causing a small grunt from it. “I want you to understand that because she is taking this, that you let her lead. You let her be on top and to let her go slow. Never rush it or it may damage her physically and your relationships.”

She then leaned down, her large snout hovering over his organ and blew a small puff of hot air. “As you grow older and bigger, so will this. The barbs may even extend to be pointed outward and will start to hurt your partners. If you want to avoid this, mate regularly or stroke yourself so the barbs remain un-rigid and flexible but still able to pleasure them. If you want to last longer though, avoid having them completely bottom out on you, for stimulating your base will cause you to finish faster.” With her mouth so close, it became inevitable that the session would continue to something different. She let her tongue roll out and give his phallus a small brush with the tip of her pointed tongue. While dragon tongues were thin, her size still felt gigantic compared against him.

She gave a small lick, running it from his tip, down the middle with her small forked split brushing his barbs and causing him to shiver with pleasure as she did this. Pre began to ooze from the tip, slowly with the stimulation. She lapped it up and down, causing small spasms of pleasure to roll up and down his spine while he stifled half moans.

His mother watched this and stopped, causing him to gasp heavily at the amount of pleasure his mother just dished out with her tongue. He never experienced this amount of physical bliss in his life. His mind had already long forgotten about the taboo aspect, letting the lesson continue and to hopefully experience a good climax from this. “Are you enjoying yourself then?”

A shaky nod and a half lidded look was given.

“Good. The last part for the male side is that as you get older, bigger, your seed thickens. For now, it may come thinner, more like water and won’t contain as much fluids as an older male. It will thicken over time to carry your seed and stay in the wombs of your females.” She another lick before just the end of her pointed snout took his length in. He almost jumped at the hotness and sudden feeling of her mouth around his shaft. In that moment, it felt like she might bite it off, but instead he felt her tongue and mouth suckling at his tip.

Her mouth remained on his shaft but her eyes focused on him, seeing his different reactions, his distorted eyes and hoping that she could break any sense of fear or apprehension of what families can do to one another. She did this until he finally relaxed and allowed himself to be pleased by his mother until she stopped, earning a whine from him.

“You will release son, but I want to continue on before you do.”

The disheartened sigh that left him was heard by his momma. “Stop teasing him, Eliy!” She gave her mate a small nip near her nethers, causing her to hiss in slight discomfort. “Get on with it.” She then continued her own session against Eliyinsa’s own dripping arousal. A grunt left her followed by a soft moan, she returned to using her claw to stroke Spike once more.

“Sorry my son. I guess we are getting a bit off topic now. Let’s continue.” She then motioned towards the oozing vent of her mate. “As I said early on, about how males change as they get older with their seed being thicker?” A nod was received and she gave another lick on his shaft before she continued.

“Well, the scent changes as the female gets older, more mature.” She lifted her claws and leaned close, pointed to the vent that continued to secrete fluids. She scooped a large glob of it with her claws, letting it drabble between her claws before bringing it close to Spike’s face.

He almost jumped when it came close, the smell overpowering his senses and dulling most of his higher brain processing. “It becomes thicker, heavier with smell and while it can be used to draw in the male, it serves other functions.”

She then brought it over to him and let it fall on his body. The size difference had a large drop of her fluids land and coat most of his body in it. “You can be marked by it so that other females will know you are taken or other males.”

While Spike had talked about inheriting his mothers’ scents on him, he didn’t realize that this was what it meant to be scented by them so he could feel like their actual spawn born son. Perhaps merely rubbing on him or something else… but this seemed to be something else. She brought it up to his head, his eyes going close as the thick goop was now in proximity of his mouth and nose. “Give it a taste, son.”

With his higher integrity of his intelligence running mostly on instinct, hesitation left him and he leaned out to lap a sample of his momma’s nectar. A weird, thick texture graced his tongue, reminding him of drinking syrup straight out the bottle. There was some streamlike feeling within the fluids the clung to his mouth and slowly began to settle in his mouth.

The taste was however different. While Ember’s was sweet like he remembered, his mother told him it was different when they matured. Not nasty in any way, though slightly bitter but a tangy flavor exploded in his mouth, to the point of overwhelming his taste buds in multiple points. Savory was a word to choose from his list but it was more than that. Pheromones, instincts and something coming close to overdrive was filling every piece of his mind and body. He wanted more and he was about to seek out the source of it.

His mother seemed to recognize this and quickly snapped him out of it. She flicked the fluids off and away, before he could sample more and lose control. “That my son is what females use to keep their mates with them.” Her eyes glowed briefly in bright violet, effectively shielding his mind from his instincts and robbing him of the momentum of trying to gain more.

He felt the effect, feeling his mind return to him and he blinked. He saw her eyes meet his, the violet glow on them shined for a moment before they ceased their glow. He blinked and his mouth opened up to demand an answer.

“Why-”

“Because I want you not to be ruined by lust.” She answered with conviction. “I want you to try and remember everything as you go on. Don’t let your lust let you dive in blind and hurt your mates.” She then pushed her claws into her mate’s vent, earning a moan from her. The strange part was, she kept her eyes on Spike as she did this. “I know who my mate is, I know how she likes it and I know what her limits are. You however don’t. Remember that your mates work differently, they do not work the same.” She twisted her claws, rotating them back and forth, sinking in then pulling out.

Spike felt shivers at watching the display, trying to focus on his mother. The squelching sounds made it difficult as well as the fountain of fluids that dripped from her.

“When you and Ember mate, you let her be on top, you let her lead. Then slowly and over time take over. She’ll let you know what she is comfortable with. If she is not, then stop immediately.” Eliyinsa gave a short moan as her mate was now really pushing into her. This whole time she tried to remain stoic and teach her son but now that she was pleasuring her mate as she taught, she was receiving a good amount back. Spike was still transfixed by his mothers, their comfortableness with mating around him was truly beautiful in a way.

Zynthia was really buried into her mate’s legs, digging her tongue deep into hot depths and slurping all her excess fluids, trying to get more… proper reaction out of her mate. Eliyinsa was shifted from the back, her body half turned upwards as her mate dug deeper and strained to bring her mate to an orgasm.

Eliyinsa’s head then focused on him, as the last moments of her own intelligence began to slowly waiver and lust began to replace her. “L-L-Lastly… is the marking.” Eliyinsa huffed, straining as a moan threatened to escape her. “When you are reaching your peaks, you will n-n-notice that she will be very… very wet and will cover you in her fluids.” A hearty moan left her and she twirled her claws within her lover. She also leaned down and brushed her head against his whole body, letting his organ brush against her lower jaw and stimulating him once more.

“Let her! Let her spill herself onto you.” Her tongue lapped up against his lower half body. He shivered and twitched, as the returning physical touch on his body began. His shaft was pulled by her tongue; nice and hot that felt so wonderful, already with just a few strokes of her tongue had felt the beginning stages of his impending climax.

“When she is done,” she continued with each passing lick, also continuing her claws penetrating her beloved, pistoning them in and out of her large walls and spreading her fluids across the floors and her arm. “S-She will roar out in the sky with flames. She will expose her neck and you will bite it! Arhhhh!” A gush of her own fluids just filled her lover’s jaws and earned a hearty moan from the back. Zynthia continued, not satisfied with one orgasm, she pushed for two. Knowing this, she also redoubled her efforts to bring this session close to its end.

“When you b-bite her… that will mark you a-and her t-together! Mhmm….” She flicked her tongue across him, tasting the small droplets of his seed across her tongue. The slightly salty and thin texture of it told her that it would be a while before he would be able to bear any young… yet. But that was a warming thought and with it she pushed on. “Sink your teeth into her neck… hrrrmmm…. then release and roar into the skies are you signify you union!” Short moans left her as her secondary climax quickly approached. With her lesson done, she sank her claws deep into her mate and targeted all her spots within.

She focused on Spike lapping against his whole body to bring her son to a climax. Feeling the end close, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her muzzle as she continued to stroke and caress him with her tongue. A soft groan left him at the approaching feeling of his first climax in a year. In that moment, the trio of dragons connect more to one another then before, as the feeling of love comes closer than before.

Spike due to his young adolescence, was the first to approach his end and he began to hump against his mother’s mouth in desperation to spill his seed. He half moaned against her face as he thrusted into her, her mouth closed tightly so he could get off quicker.

As her tongue worked from within, her moaning vibrated against him, issuing a faster release. With a small growl, he dug his claws into her scales, not hard enough to pierce her, he thrusted once, twice, thrice and then groaned as he felt his load shot from his tip and coat the bottom of his mother’s tongue in white hot seed.

The volume against her tongue was little but for him, it was grand and with a year of not touching himself, it felt strong. Rope after rope of his essence bathed her lower tongue; curling her tongue to keep it within, she gave a small moan as the taste and texture continued to hit her taste buds.

Spike’s mind went hazy as he humped against her, his claws still on her but she made no remark. His orgasm was intense, his whole body jerked at each twitch, at each shot that left him, the amount he felt would actually flood Ember’s womb was remarkable.

His mother seemed to think so, as the volume while not big for her was truly big for a drake his size and perhaps… the year was spent building up for it.

A surprise came from her not a moment later, as another orgasm tore through her own as her mate finally triggered it. She restrained herself from biting with her son’s own orgasm still happening in her mouth. Her moan did seem to keep it going for a bit longer and he held her tightly as she came. The fluids she spilt were long sought after by her mate, already used to the amount she splashes and ready for it.

Her claws plunged deep into her mate; twirling her claws as deep as they could and finally triggering her mate’s own release. Her walls squeezed around her wrists, preventing it from moving, not long after which a massive gush of thick fluids poured from her vent. The orgasm was strong enough to shot past her arms and even reaching Eliyinsa’s face and Spike’s body.

In such a messy fashion, Zynthia’s powerful orgasm almost created a large puddle around her legs, while her mate and son had gotten the strongest pulse of her ejaculation, covering part of them.

Spike felt indifferent about it at the moment, still reeling from his climax. He gave a small sigh as he finished, letting his organ relax. With his energy drained, his mind gone, he fell back once more against his mother’s arm.

Her son releasing, Eliyinsa finally had a moment to breathe and she swallowed by instinct, taking Spike’s seed in her mouth. A sigh of content seemed to leave her as the small drabble of fluids ran down her throat. Her own body twitched as her orgasm slowly eased, while her Zynthia’s body twitched and still held her wrist within her tight walls.

Slowly and surely, the trio of dragons allowed their bodies to ease down from their recent session. While it felt like it was more than just a lesson, Eliyinsa and Zynthia felt closer to Spike now, knowing that this was shared like a blood born family would.

The black dragon saw her son settled and was still dazed. His organ began to return to his slit while still coated in his momma’s fluids. Knowing he may like it but might ruin the scent on him with Ember, she began to clean him up.

She lapped up her mate’s fluids off him, making sure that little to none remained. As she did, Spike slowly returned to reality, feeling the giant tongue of his mother over his soaked body.

It reminded him of the first time since he woke up as she did this. The feeling of her giant tongue over his body, cleaning him up as he slowly returned to the world. In a weird way, this felt wonderful, not just because of what had just happened between them all, but because this seemed to bring them all that much closer, it connected him with them on another level.

Once cleaned, he and Eliyinsa’s eyes met. While it was one of love, there was also understanding. More so than before and he was happy to finally feel his heart intuned with them.

After a few hours more, he would emerge from his cave cleaned, different and with a sense of purpose. He knew what he had to do to please Ember and he would do so with all the love he could and all the knowledge he gained.

Author's Note

Take this as you will. It may or may not come back later so... up to you tell me what you will.
This is one of the easiest clops between these three I could do but if there is a demand, I have a more... extreme version of this. (My synder's cut) I will be its own seperate universe but it does get excessive, so let me know if you would want it or not.

Featured 4/2/2021!!:yay:

Smolder's Night

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The Family that bonds together(Non-Continuity)

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Upfront lessons of Dragon courting and mating - Alternative

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The Elder's Heart who Echoes Pt.1

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The Elder's Heart who Echos Pt. 2

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A (Un)Happy Ending (Non-Continuity)

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Peaceful Loving

Peaceful Loving

Contains(Female/Female, Cunnlingus, Squirting, Rough Sex, Scent Marking, 69 position, Teasing, and messy orgasms.)

Zynthia gently lifted the sleeping drake, careful in scooping him up in her palm. She then slowly carried him to their resting chamber.

She had dug out a small, lifted den along the wall of their resting chamber. Next to him, but not to close, was a small lava pool. It was large enough for him to go into but not big enough for herself or her mate. It was meant for heating during cold nights. Now, it was meant to keep him warm when he was not surrounded by his new ‘mothers’.

It has been a month since the trials had ended and Zynthia along with her mate, Eliyinsa, had taken Spike into their care. His sleep was caused by the trials, repressed memory, and… separation from his mate. The result was a feedback, hysteria and then energy overload to the point where he came back to them disillusioned and then fell into a coma.

Eliyinsa had volunteered to take care of him while Ember performs her duties until he awakens. It only grew worse when Ember had to sent a report to the Equestrians on his recent incident. Luckily, no international turmoil happened and it was only with Ember explaining it, that they avoided any unwanted war. But the Equestrians were still asking for clearance to see Spike. With some caution, Ember and the elders told them to stay put until they were certain their own magical signatures would not disturbed him any further.

Still, it bothered them, even to this point, that the little drake suffered greatly. Not hatchling, whelpling or even teenage dragon, should have to suffer so much.

She approached the makeshift den she created for him. Inside the small rounded hole, was a large, thick blanket with soft padding. Something the equestrians had sent over. It was durable enough to deal with claws and tears, along without losing its fur to strong heat sources like a sleeping dragon or the nearby lava pit. Along with that, came pillows.

Seemed unnecessary since he hadn’t moved an inch since his coma. The bare details that he still lives is the fact that every now and then, he will release a soft exhale and his chest would deflate. Other than that, he remained stone still.

Making sure that the den edges would prevent him from falling off, if he moved, she also made sure that he was within eye distance of them. The room was greatly heated with two large bodies and a lava pit, so it would be no reason for him to lose any heat.
The month had both dragonesses switching their roles in and out of the cave. Despite most dragons not seeking advice from either them, few from outside the lands do come and gain information. Along with that, it was also their job to distribute the news to other Advisors, Elders, Guardians and such about current circumstances.

With the Trials done, the news was spread and done. The new Dragon Lord had temporary Hoard Mates to keep her stable and was now dealing with the usual dragon business. Zynthia had been with Spike the whole week now, keeping him warm and moving him here and there to make it so if he does wake up, he already subconsciously knows his whereabouts.
“Take it in.” she softly muttered. She slowly placed the sleeping Spike onto his den and covered him with the blanket. “For when you wake, it will seem like home.”
“I hope it does.” The voice of her mate came through. She turned her head towards the arriving, smaller dragoness. Approaching from the entrance, the black and gray dragoness made her way towards the taller, scarlett dragoness. Brushing alongside her, her eyes looked upon their little drake. “Maybe he would also call us mother too.”
A small growl of left Zynthia. “And you expect that to be the first thing he does to the two that hurt him the most.”
“I expect… that he will understand his situation and appreciate it.” She leaned in to Spike, brushing her large snout over his small body, giving a deep soft rumble from her throat, vibrating against the whelping. “We’ve spoken to him, everyday since he has been in our care. He will remember this in his dreams, in his memories. Our love, our life… our family.” She gently licked across his small body, clearing away any grime or dirt on him, keeping his scales clean.
His body remained unmoving, though the soft, almost inaudible beat of his heart was heard.
“What will we continue to speak to him about?” The scarlet dragoness questioned, she too leaned in and brushed against their ‘son.’ She then pulled back before bringing her snout and brushing it over her beloved’s neck. “History?” She brushed it down the smooth scales of the black dragon, slowly tracing her snout down her neck. “Our pasts?” She reached down until her snout push up to her wings. A small sigh left Eliyinsa and she retreated her head from her Spike’s space.
“What about anatomy?” pipped Zynthia. The large dragoness brushed until she gently scraped her bumpy snout against the thin membrane of her mate’s wing. Her mate bristled and her cheeks warmed to a small pinkish hue.
“You wish to exploit him to that… when he sleeps?”
Her mate gave a shrug and continued to tease her mate.
“What hasn’t he already done with Dragon Lord Ember? According to Torch, the night before the trials, Spike and Ember had mated.”
“But to fill his memories with that and…”
“I simply want him to understand that when he wakes up, he has more knowledge in his mind then he had living with the ponies.” Zynthia paused. “Though in truth, you and I have yet to please each other since the day we took him into our care.” She then leaned down to her mate’s back hind quarters and brushed against them. “I’ve missed your… taste.” She hissed.
A breathful sigh left Eliyinsa and she shivered as her mate blew hot air under her legs.
“We have been… busy,” she said a bit shakenly. Her leg gave a twitch and she restrained from lifting her hind leg up. “The dragons across the world had to be informed by our new development.”
“They can wait every now and then.” Zynthia growled. She then leaned out and looked her mate in the eyes. Her fiery orbs of orange met her bright violent ones. “My duty comes to my dragons, but my mate comes before all else.”
A shiver ran down the smaller dragoness. Zynthia was strong, she was powerful and she was commanding when needed. But… she loved her more than anything. Hence, why if she wanted something, she would achieve it, regardless of the cost. Which is why her body wracked in scars and each wound carried a piece of history.
Not choosing to fight her, she moved away from Spike and towards the opposite side of the lava pool. Far away not to bother their ‘son’, not too far too lose their eyes on him.
They moved towards their ground area, where the earth was soft with the constant flow of lava beneath. It was comfortable enough where they could settle without the rock hardening but at the same time did not break or crumble around their weight. To avoid that, piece of broken diamonds scattered deep beneath them and distributes the weight.

Eliyinsa was barely above their sleeping area before she was shoved down to her side. She let out a surprised grunt and gasp. She landed on her side with her legs almost over her. This was not the first time she dealt with this. But she was always caught off guard.

The soft ground cushioned her landing and with her legs coming barely coming down, her mate shoved her head directly in between her legs. A loud gasp left Eliyinsa as Zynthia brushed her muzzle where her slit was. A horizontal line of pink flesh was exposed.
The larger dragoness took a deep whiff of her mate, taking in the musky sweet and ashy smell from her mate’s neithers.
“So sweet,” she huffed, blowing hot air upon her mate’s genitals. “So strong.” Eliyinsa moaned softly, as her mate brushed her mound with her nose, trying to rub her scent over her. When the warmth of her breath brushed her labia, she growled softly and her lips slowly parted, like a flower. Her insides bared a rose pink and secretions began to seep from her.

“What awaits you, my love?” Eliyinsa gasped in delight. Zynthia merely teased her mate, continuing to blow hot air across her opening.

"My taste is long coming my love, but I prefer to savior it.”

Eliyinsa growled but then gave a whine of need.

“Please!” She begged. “I too have longed for it!”

Zynthia smiled at her mate but she gave her a look. “I just hope that you are not loud. We wouldn’t want our son to awaken from your voice. I don’t think he would understand his new ‘mothers’ doing something so… lewd in front of him.”

Eliyinsa paused, looking passed her mate and towards their sleeping ‘son’. She then looked at her mate and nodded.

“I’ll… I’ll try.”

Zynthia purred and pushed her muzzle directly onto her mate’s neithers. A soft gasp left the black dragoness and she groaned softly. She hadn’t been touched in a month. It felt good to have that feeling in that area return. She pushed her large muzzle, not fully penetrating her labia but giving the outer edges some love. She hissed, blew warm air or caressed her vent, making her mate vibrate with pleasure.

Zynthia herself began to leek her own juices, slowly spilling onto the floor. She murred into her mate, masking her muzzle with her mate’s secretions. Part of her mate’s fluids made it to her inner muzzle. With a flick of her serpentine tongue, she tasted the scattered traces of fluids.

Then she parted her muzzle and her tongue slid out, brushing the outer opening, tasting and spreading the fluids across her muzzle. Her split tongue twisted and turned, never penetrating her mate, but allowing her tongue to brushed the edges of her vent.

She felt her mate whither and twist, her legs occasionally twitch if she felt around a nice spot. She continued her menstrations on her beloved until she finally have moaned, half growled, “Please!” She then quickly looked over, trying to see if that is what awoke Spike. Nothing.

Waiting for nothing else, she shoved her entire tongue into her mate. Her tongue, thick as it was, parted Eliyinsa’s vent and struck deep to her core. The black dragoness all but held back a loud moan, instead biting onto her fore paw and her legs nearly wrapping around Zynthia’s head.

Zynthia was rewarded with a small burst of juices that expelled from her mate’ neither, splattering her muzzle. A salty blend of dark ash, an earthly taste and sweet rubies, filled her muzzle, something she always enjoyed of her mate. “The sweetest taste in the lands,” she would always say. It was true and it couldn’t really be compared to anything else, which is why after a month of not tasting her mate, the return flavor was more wonderful than before. She pushed hard against her mate, inhaling her wonderful scent, getting high on the smell itself.

She targeted her sweet spots, near her entrances or deep into her core. Everytime she withdrew, she would use her teeth to gently scrape her outer labia, making her mate shiver and her claws to open and close. Hot air would blow deep into her hole, bringing her high temperatures to that of lava.
Her own secretions left her body, leaving a puddle upon the cave floor. Eliyinsa, while being pleasured by her own mate, saw her mate’s need and adjusted herself more. “Love, l-lay on your-r side! Aah! I-I-I wish to taste you as well!”

Not stopping her assault on her mate, she lied her body unto her side and spread her legs open to allow her made access to her own needs. Unlike her larger mate, Eliyinsa wasted no time in playing with her mate and dove straight at her vent. Rosey red color greeted her along with a small cascade of fluids down her legs. Her muzzle already inhaling the blend of sulfur, musk and sweetness that secreted from her.
Her tongue pressed forward and began to lap at her mate’s fluids, tasting the juices that long evaded her tongue. Zynthia moaned into her lover’s snatch, vibrating her muzzle against her, sending more shivers to the black dragoness. Eliyinsa then spread her lover’s vent with her tongue, sending it deep inside her core, where she flicked and brushed along her soaking walls. With energy that had been reserved she ravashed her mate’s neighters.

The two dragonesses continued their love making, putting forth as much energy as they could to trying to please each other. Their tongues buried deep into each other, their fluids covering their muzzles and landing on the floor, creating musky hot mud. Their tails twisted and lashed out an about as tingles and pleasure ran up and down their bodies. To add further pleasure, Zynthia vibrated her muzzle against her mate’ neithers to further her pleasure, while Eliyinsa bared her claws into her mate’s legs, causing pain on some old wounds and fueling her ecstacy.

Together, they pushed and tried to reach each other’s climaxes. Long have they forgotten to keep their voices down to a minimum and were growling or moaning to each other out loud. Their squirting juices upon each other were just as loud. At some point, they just wanted to finally finish together.
Both used their remaining energies to push their tongues into each other, Eliyinsa digging her claws on her mates legs and Zynthia lightly biting in return on her outside labia, which triggered their climaxes. The two females moaned loudly into each other and flooded their polar opposites with their secretions. Half roars left their maws but came up gurgled and messy, creating a heaping wet mess, not just on their muzzles but their faces as well.
The two dragonesses fell to their sides as their respective climaxes had finally finished. They were panting loudly and their energies were spent. Slowly but surely they began to settle down. For the next couple of minutes, they began to slowly clean each other, licking up their lover and trying to not reignite the excitement. After which, then, they settled into the same position, lying on their bellies and pressed themselves against one another. They both brushed against one another, slowly growling deep in their throats, giving as much affection as they could.
“I suppose,” began Zynthia with a small mirth in her voice. “That we both sought some release.”
“Indeed,” Eliyinsa agreed with her mate. “I haven’t felt that much release since…” she thought about it for a bit and her eyes closed and a stupid smile formed on her maw. “Since you took me in as your hoard.”
Zynthia hummed in agreement before brushing her snout on her neck. “Ah yes. When I started the last Gauntlet of Fire.” she sighed and gave a grin. “Torch won almost immediately… despite his size.” Both chuckled at the memory of Torch, roughly half his size now, bared through the trial and won. Zynthia had given up being the Successor and had brought in Eliyinsa with her after she completed trials to become an Advisor. She didn’t want the Scepter, she just wanted a title to help keep dragons intelligent enough for a better future. A way to bring a newer generation of dragons to be much more than just ‘brutes’ and ‘hotheads’.

Together, the two wanted to bring to the world hatchlings that would one day be the betterment of dragons if by a little more smarter.

“And Spike himself won it.” Zynthia said softly. “He beat odds that would normally harm or kill another dragon and he did so with his mind.”
“A mind that I hope that be the beginning of a grand future for dragons.” Continued Eliyinsa. “I could just imagine a world where... “ She stopped as sounds came from Spike’s resting area. The two of them were immediately on their feet and approached over to him, wondering if he had finally awoken.
A sharp smell came from him, though it was almost overshadowed by their own scents, the two dragonesses were in awe at Spike now. He was covered from head to tail in a crust rock like state, ash grey and hardened over. It was his ‘molting’ faze and it started really early. Both were surprised that he hit it quickly and were now just waiting for it to complete.

Eliyinsa was the first to speak, reeling from the shock.
“I believe this is… something that we should report to Ember.” She blinked and peered down at his hardered covering. “Hopefully, she doesn't jump away from the smell… or his new change. I hope that when he awakens, he is able to handle it too.

Author's Note

I also apologize for this part of the stories not getting update. As is, the first series had very little chapters were I could include sex or erotic themes so it was difficult to really throw in anything. With the sequel here, I have more characters to use, more scenes and with a time jump here and there, it would be great utilization. Expect another one soon!

Please let me know of errors, I kinda pushed past my editors to get this out by tonight. Also tomorrow I have pictures released so you get a general idea of how both dragonesses and SPike may look like in the series.