Soft
By Alaborn
Standard disclaimer: This is a not for profit fan work. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is copyright Hasbro, Inc. I make no claim to any copyrighted material mentioned herein.
Further disclaimer: Contains clop. For mature audiences only. All characters, although fictional, are intended to portray consenting adults.
Two dragons, standing tall and proud, made their exit from the Crystal Castle. The light of Luna’s moon reflected off the crystal walls and spires, casting a faint twinkling illumination across the crowd of onlookers. The crystal ponies waved to the familiar form of their savior, while keeping one eye on the taller dragoness at his side.
The guards surrounding them sounded a call with their flugelhorns. “Make way for Sir Spike, the Brave and Glorious, Savior of the Crystal Empire, and Princess Ember, Lord of the Dragon Lands,” the lead guard called.
The ponies stepped back, forming a path for the two dragons to walk. They descended the stairs to the plaza below, Spike waving all the way. They turned down a side street. Finally away from the crowd of onlookers, Ember’s shoulders slumped. “Is every pony banquet that tedious?” she complained.
“Eh, you get used to them,” Spike replied. “Kind of comes with the job.”
“Yes, you told me about it, but what is a diplomatic corps?”
“I welcome visitors from other nations on behalf of the Crystal Empire. Greet them, show them around, make sure they have all the things they need, like what I’m doing with you. You know, diplomatic stuff.”
“Dragons don’t do diplomacy,” Ember huffed.
“I don’t know. You’re doing a pretty good job here.”
“Whatever.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “So, do you like it? Diplomacy, I mean.”
“It’s great! For the longest time, I didn’t know what I could do, other than be Twilight’s number one assistant. Then Princess Cadance suggested I come up here when I felt ready to strike out on my own. And I’ve really come into my own. I think the representatives from other nations like seeing someone not a pony in such a powerful position. Even the yaks seem to like me! And, of course, the crystal ponies still love me.”
Ember noticed that their path had brought them to a public square, the highlight of which was a statue of blue crystal. Enchanted gems cast light upon the statue, depicting a certain young dragon holding aloft a crystal heart. “I take it we’re not here by chance?” she said.
“Maybe?” Spike said. He scratched the back of his head nervously.
Ember sniffed at his attempt to impress her. It was in a dragon’s nature to be boastful, and she had had her fill of braggarts. But then she thought about the deed this statue immortalized, one she learned about, in excruciating detail, through her correspondence with Princess Twilight Sparkle. Spike did indeed save the Crystal Heart, and in turn the Crystal Empire, from the machinations of its former king.
She looked again at the dragon, his attempt at vain posturing looking less certain with each passing moment. He was still a runt, but now only a head shorter than her. And looking at his physique, he barely resembled the chubby, childish wyrmling in the statue. He had grown in size, certainly, but more importantly he had developed into his adult form. The one thing he was missing was a pair of wings.
“Let’s go back. I’m getting cold,” Ember said.
“As you wish, Princess.”
Ember nudged his arm. “Friends don’t have to call me Princess. We’re still friends, right?”
Spike laughed nervously. “Of course! Sorry. Habit. I’ll try to get out of the diplomat mindset.”
“Then let’s spend the rest of the evening catching up, like friends do.”
The two dragons returned to Spike’s suite. With a small puff of breath, Spike lit the wick on a lantern, and its soft glow filled the room. He then went to the fireplace. He added two logs, remembered Ember complaining about being cold, and added a third for good measure.
When he turned around, Ember was looking at his desk. The little cubbies were stuffed with old correspondence, filed in a way that would give Twilight fits if she ever saw it. And speaking of correspondence, there were a half dozen new envelopes resting on the surface of the desk.
“A diplomat’s job is never done,” Spike grumbled, as he picked up the new mail. He flicked through the envelopes. There was nothing there that couldn’t wait.
Meanwhile, Ember had pulled out one old letter. The paper, if one could call it that, was thick and misshapen, a poor attempt at crafting something resembling paper from the hide of some badlands beast. She recalled it well, from the time she first went to write back to Princess Twilight Sparkle and Spike, and realized there was neither paper nor ink anywhere in the Dragon Lands. “You kept my letters?” she asked.
“Every single one,” Spike replied. “You’re really my only good source for knowledge about dragons.”
“I’m here now. Anything else you want to know?”
“Well, there is one thing. You explained how draconic growth spurts work, and so I get that this is my adult shape, but....” Spike’s voice trailed off as he glanced behind him.
“You’re worried about your wings,” Ember said. “They’ll come eventually. You’re old enough, but every dragon grows differently.”
“I’m tired of being different,” Spike grumbled.
“I like different. Every day in the Dragon Lands, I have to be the same. Dragons aspire to be as strong and tough as the rock of our homeland. Unfortunately, most dragons also match the intelligence of those rocks. I can’t find someone to whom I can just talk. I look forward to each of your letters, because they are different, in the best possible way.”
“Really?” Spike looked into Ember’s eyes. The light of the fireplace reflected off them, the flickering flames making them sparkle that much brighter. He stared in wonderment. Ember looked at him, and her normal scowl started to melt. She was even starting to smile. Spike remembered the last time he saw her smile, when he introduced her to the pony concept of hugging. Would she smile again, the way she did that one time? Would she want to learn more about pony friendship? He reached out one hand....
Both jumped as they heard the sound of a hoof knocking on the door. “Sir Spike? Your evening snack is here,” a voice called from the other side.
Spike’s initial disappointment was tempered by the prospect of his favorite evening snack. “Oh! You’ll love these, Ember!” he said. He scurried to the door and opened it. The crystal pony servant took a silver tray from his back, one that held a large blue crystal bowl, and passed it to Spike.
“Thanks, Crystal!” Spike said. He took the tray and presented the bowl to Ember.
Ember looked at the bowl curiously. It was filled with bizarre-looking gemstones. They were a reddish-purple color, sort of round, but with a bumpy texture. Strangely, they didn’t smell like any gemstones she knew. She picked up one, sniffed it again, and then popped it into her mouth. When she bit down on it, a burst of juice coated her mouth. “What are these?” she asked.
“Crystal berries, grown right here in the Empire! They have a crunch like gemstones, but they’re berries, so ponies can eat them too,” Spike said. He popped one in his mouth. “And they’re delicious!”
“They’re too sweet,” Ember said. “But I think there are a few dragons who’d like them.”
“See? We already have an item for tomorrow’s trade negotiations!”
Ember placed a finger over Spike’s lips. “Save that talk for tomorrow. Today, we’re reconnecting as friends.”
Spike went over to one corner of the room, near the fireplace, where two plush chairs sat, a small table separating them. He hopped into one and placed the bowl of crystal berries on the table. “Coming?” he said.
Ember walked over, poking the chair with one claw. “What is this?”
“It’s a chair. You know, like your throne?”
“My throne is carved from obsidian,” Ember said. “This is... I don’t know what this is.”
“Ponies like soft chairs. Give it a try,” Spike said.
Ember sat down in the pony chair, as if it were her throne. She started to sink into the chair’s seat and back. At first she fought it, but then she came to appreciate the soft cushions surrounding her and supporting her body. She did just complete a long journey to reach the Crystal Empire, after all, and this pony chair soothed her muscles.
“Aaah,” she said.
“See? I knew you’d like it,” Spike said. “So how has your life as Dragon Lord been?”
“Eventful,” Ember replied. “Let me tell you about it....”
“So wait. Garble challenged you? That Garble?” Spike asked. It was Ember’s fifth or sixth story, but the first one that mentioned one of the other dragons he knew.
“Yes, that Garble. The foolish dragon doesn’t know when to stop,” Ember replied. “This time, he said he was going to defeat me with a secret ancient Chineighse fighting technique.”
“Really?”
“Really. Of course, I recognized the line from that Daring Do novel the princess sent me,” Ember said.
“So did you get him like Daring Do got Ahuizotl?”
“Exactly. He did that impressive spin move, just like the one described in the book. I just waited for him to slow down, grabbed his tail, and flung him over the cliff. Right into the path of a slingtail’s boulder!”
Spike laughed and slapped the arm of his chair. “Good one!”
“How about you, Spike? Anything interesting?” Ember asked.
“Well, I did write a stern letter to the mayor of Manehattan, saying if he wanted to challenge our own Marinara for the title of Best Pizza in Equestria, he could do it with his own budget. We’re not going to do another state dinner just so he can have a rematch!”
Ember didn’t reply. Spike sighed. “I guess that’s not as interesting as yours,” he said.
“Sometimes, I wish I only had problems like yours,” Ember replied. “Maybe we could trade. Do you think eating that mayor pony would help?”
“Have you seen the mayor? No way would that be healthy,” Spike said.
Spike and Ember looked at each other. They had both managed to keep a serious expression with their last exchange, but after looking at each other, it was all over. They both laughed uproariously.
Ember sighed and smiled. “Good times.”
“Yeah.”
Spike reached over for another handful of crystal berries, and he found that Ember had had the same idea. His hand met hers, and she gasped. “Your hand. It’s so soft,” she said.
“I’m... sorry?” Spike replied.
Perplexed, Spike pulled his hand back, but Ember grabbed his wrist before he could. She traced one rough finger over his palm.
“I didn’t think my hand would be so fascinating,” Spike said.
“It’s nothing like any other dragon’s hand,” she replied. “Hunting. Digging for gems. Fighting, with weapons and claw-to-claw. That’s what I do, and it leaves me with tough scales. But you don’t do any of that, do you, Spike?”
“Well, sometimes I get a wicked claw cramp after a day of writing letters,” Spike replied. “Fortunately, there’s a good masseuse at the spa. Uh, what are you doing, Ember?”
Ember was brushing Spike’s hand across her cheek. Her eyes were closed, and she had a contented smile on her face. “Soft...” she muttered.
“Ember?”
Ember let Spike’s hand go. “Every day in the Dragon Lands, I have to be the toughest dragon around. It’s hard.” She rose and faced Spike’s chair, grasping its arms, and leaned close to the younger dragon. “For once, I want to enjoy something soft.”
Spike gulped. “You mean....”
Ember interrupted him by pressing her lips to his, a soft and gentle kiss. “Yes, I mean you.”
Ember pulled Spike to his feet and snaked one arm around him. Her free hand cradled his head, and she brought her lips to his again.
Spike returned the kiss. Remembering what he learned from practicing with curious fillies, he pressed his tongue to Ember’s lips. She welcomed his advance, and the forked tips of their tongues danced a playful dance. She tasted different from anypony else. He could sense the intense heat, the fire within her, the unique sensation that marked her as a true dragon.
Hesitantly, Spike reached out a hand, placing it on Ember’s back. He could feel the strong muscles under her thick hide, but what most surprised him was the electric feeling of his scales brushing hers.
“Keep going. I want to feel those soft hands everywhere,” Ember whispered.
Spike reached one hand up, tracing the ridge of spikes on her head. They looked fierce, but they gave under his touch. It wasn’t much like a pony’s mane, but Ember moaned in pleasure with each stroke. His other hand went lower, cupping Ember’s firm rump. Here, over the strong muscle, Spike felt a bit of cushion. He gave an appreciative squeeze. Down below, he felt a familiar stirring.
Spike gasped as he felt Ember grasp his member. Her hide was tough, her touch demanding, her strokes practiced. In seconds, he was at full length.
“There’s no mistaking; you are an adult dragon,” Ember said. “Now there’s one more soft thing I want to experience.”
Ember held Spike as they moved, guiding him to his bed. His legs bumped against its edge, and with one push from Ember, he ended up on the bed, lying on his back, his hard shaft standing at attention. Ember licked her lips and smiled predatorily.
Spike gulped. “Um, Ember? I kind of, you know, haven’t, uh....”
“Of course. There are no other dragons in the pony lands,” she replied. Ember noticed Spike’s pronounced blush and continued nervous expression. “Not at all? Not even with ponies?”
“Nothing beyond kissing and petting,” he replied. “I had some stupid crushes when I was a child, but once I grew up, it didn’t, you know, feel right.”
“A shame. I was hoping to pick up some pony techniques.”
“I’ve, uh, read about them.”
Ember raised a brow.
“I lived for years in a library with Twilight Sparkle. I reshelved every book in there countless times. But I also knew about the books she didn’t keep on the shelves.”
“Hmm. We’ll see. For now, let’s start with one advantage we have over ponies.” Ember flexed her hand.
She sat down on the bed, pulling Spike into a sitting position. She kissed him, and then pulled his hand to her nethers. “Time to put those soft hands to work.”
Ember leaned back, allowing Spike a better look. It didn’t look that different from the diagrams in the pony books Twilight had used in those embarrassing lessons, or the photos in the magazines he had seen. He started with two fingers, tracing her lips gently.
“Don’t be shy, Spike,” Ember said.
Spike pressed two, then three fingers into Ember’s folds. He felt the intense heat of her depths, reminding him of the volcano where they first forged their friendship. This warmth just felt right to his dragon mind. He found her clit, rubbing it with the lightest of touches. Ember hummed in approval.
Ember reached over and caressed Spike’s shaft, again using firm and deliberate strokes. He was already leaking pre, and Ember wasted no time in spreading it over his member. He leaned in and kissed her again, their tongues entwining in a ferocious battle for dominance.
Spike pressed deeper into Ember’s folds, exploring every inch of her walls. He could sense whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot because Ember’s grip on his shaft tightened. One certain spot made her entire body shudder.
“Yes! There!” Ember hissed.
He carefully rubbed Ember’s G-spot with the soft tip of his finger, making short strokes back and forth. Once she was used to his rhythm, he curled his finger, and rubbed the back of his claw over that same spot.
“Aaah!” Ember screamed. Her tunnel gripped Spike’s fingers as she climaxed. He felt her juices coat his fingers and begin to drip down his hand.
As Ember came down from her high, she picked up her own pace, rapidly stroking Spike from base to tip. Spike felt himself getting close, very close. “Ember, I’m going to....”
Ember just smiled and gripped him firmly. She used her free hand to grab his sack. That extra touch sent him over the edge, and he climaxed. It had been too long since he had relieved himself, and his seed shot into the air, staining both of their chests and bellies by the time he finished.
“Sorry about the mess,” Spike said.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Ember replied. “Now let’s put your dragon endurance to work.
Before Spike could ask what she meant, Ember showed him, engulfing his softening member with her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around it, cleaning it of the last of his seed. It had the potent spice common to all dragons, but she detected an undercurrent of sweetness, a consequence of enjoying a pony diet. She decided she liked the change.
Spike liked it too, as he was soon hard again. Ember’s long muzzle was perfectly shaped to hold Spike’s full length without it reaching her throat. Her lips encircled his base and she inhaled deeply. Spike smelled of the musk of a male dragon, but rather than the normal aroma of brimstone that went with it, he had a different scent, one that was almost floral. It was a soft scent, one that set Ember’s heart racing.
Spike was ready, and so Ember slowly drew her mouth up his shaft, giving the head a final kiss. It glistened with saliva in the lantern light.
“What do we do next?” Spike asked.
“If you were another dragon, this is the time where I’d push you to the ground and ride you until the stone beneath us cracked. But I want something different with you,” Ember said.
“We could do it, um, pony style?” Spike suggested.
Ember looked at him, confused.
“Like, get on your hands and knees?”
Ember took the position. Her hands sunk into the soft bed. Then she felt something absolutely wonderful, and her claws went right through the bedding. “What was that?” she gasped.
“Something stallions do to make their mares feel good?” Spike replied.
Ember twisted her head to see what Spike was doing. He saw him lean down, under her raised tail, and lick her. The feel of his tongue probing her slit was unlike anything another dragon had done to her. “And stallions do this all the time?” she said.
“Good stallions do,” Spike replied. That was definitely from Twilight’s lessons, he thought. But she must have been on to something, as Ember growled with pleasure with each touch of his tongue. He pressed deeper, finding the familiar bumps and folds of her tunnel with his tongue rather than his fingers. He slid his tongue over her clit with each lick, and Ember reacted. She tried not to squeal, but it became more difficult with each passing moment.
Spike finally wrapped his lips around Ember’s clit and gave it a gentle nibble. Ember roared and came hard, her juices splashing Spike’s face. He greedily drank up her offering, scavenging every last drop with his long forked tongue. Her flavor, her spicy draconic heat, awakened something primal within Spike. He growled.
Ember was still reveling in the afterglow of her second orgasm when she felt Spike grab her hips. His shaft touched the sensitive flesh between her legs. He pushed, sinking his member deep into her folds. He hilted, pulled back, and thrust again.
For the first time, the Lord of the Dragons found herself not in control, as she was mounted and rutted like a mare. She was at Spike’s mercy to set the pace. Fortunately, he embraced the dragon’s natural intensity, and pounded her ruthlessly. Their position meant he rubbed her most sensitive spot with each stroke, and she felt her orgasm building again, faster than before.
Ember climaxed, her screams echoing off the walls of Spike’s room. Her pussy squeezed his cock, desperately trying to keep a grip on it, but Spike was relentless, thrusting as her orgasm continued. She panted hard as she came down from her high, but Spike continued to stoke the fire within her. His own breathing became more ragged, his strokes more erratic.
Finally, Spike hilted and didn’t pull back. He titled his head back and roared, flames shooting to the ceiling. She felt a twitch, and then a wonderful warmth as Spike released deep within her. Despite just cumming a short while earlier, his second load was still impressive. She could feel it leak out of her as Spike softened.
And then Ember felt something even better, the light touch of Spike’s hand on her cheek. She turned her head and looked Spike in the eye. Compassion and concern showed on his face.
“Ember?” he said quietly. “Was that... did I....”
“That was wonderful, Spike,” she said. She separated from him, and then pulled him into an embrace. She rubbed the ridge of spikes along his back, tracing them down to his tail. “I think I’ve come to appreciate this combination of soft and hard.”
“Mmm,” Spike hummed as he brushed his lips against her.
Ember lightly stroked Spike’s shaft. “Oh, we’re not done yet, Spike. What are you going to show me next?”
“Actually, I kind of want to try that whole ‘ride me into the ground’ thing,” he replied. “I think the ponies call it ‘cowgirl’.”
The moon was high in the sky by the time the two dragons were fully sated. The fire in the fireplace was down to embers, but the room felt hotter than ever. Furniture was knocked over, blankets were pushed off the bed, and the smell of dragons and lust hung heavily in the air. Ember lay on the bed, limbs splayed in every direction, as Spike traced random patterns across the small scales covering her belly.
“I still can’t believe how soft your hands are,” Ember said. “How do you do it?”
“Well, there’s a great spa in the Crystal Empire,” he replied.
“What is a spa?” she asked.
“It’s a place to go to be pampered. You should go. You’ll love it!”
“I did come to learn more about this Crystal Empire,” Ember said.
Spike’s stomach rumbled, and he clutched his belly. “All of a sudden, I got really hungry.” He jumped out of bed and made for the leftover crystal berries.
Something clicked in Ember’s mind. “That’s not normal hunger,” she said. “Here.”
“What?” Spike looked up, and his mouth fell open when he saw what Ember was holding.
Ember chuckled at she saw Spike drooling over the large fire ruby in her claws. “It was going to be a gift before I left, but I think you need it now.” She tossed it to him. “Enjoy.”
Spike snatched the gem. He sniffed it, licked his chops, and popped the fire ruby into his mouth. He sighed contentedly as he chewed.
“Good?” Ember asked.
“Yeah. That hit the spot!” Spike replied. His eyelids drooped. “Whoa. I think it’s time to hit the sack.”
Ember helped Spike to bed, and then snuggled next to him. “Good night, my soft dragon friend.”
When Spike stirred the next morning, he at first thought it was a dream, a dream more wonderful than any he had had before, a dream he sincerely hoped Princess Luna didn’t see. But then he saw Ember next to him, her arms around his back, his wings wrapped around her protectively, and he smiled. It was so much better than a dream.
Wait. His wings?
He looked back. He finally had wings! He stretched them out, seeing their full span. The tip of one wing brushed against Ember’s muzzle. Her nostrils twitched, and she sneezed. It was a cute little noise, one so cute Spike dared not tell Ember how cute it was.
Ember opened her eyes and smiled. “Good morning, Spike!”
“I got my wings!” he shouted. “Oh, and good morning too.”
Ember kissed Spike gently. “What did I tell you? All adult dragons get their wings.”
“But what did I... oh,” Spike said. “Do all dragons....”
“It depends. Sometimes it happens after a battle. For others, after a hunt. But yes, sometimes all it takes is a mating to give a dragon her wings.”
“Did you?”
Ember pressed a finger to Spike’s lips. “That’s my secret.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Maybe one day I’ll tell you.” Ember pushed Spike to the bed. “Now, want to see if we can give each other another pair of wings?”
Author's Note
So PresentPerfect, who does a ton of reviews of stories on FIMFiction, decided he wanted to do his own contest. The prompt is Soft Hands, which apparently is an in-joke from the Seattle's Angels group.
Of course, a prompt like that immediately suggests clop. But who actually has hands in the pony world? Well, there are these two. And they make a lovely couple.
I'll add my voice to the chorus that Ember needs her own tag.
