Author's Note

This is intended as an idea dump of sorts for my own story concepts. Please do not solicit your own ideas.

Prompt: Dragon Lord Ember, being given offerings by dragons, growing larger every time one of them gives her something. She’s already larger than her father, and still growing.

Contains: Feral, Growth, Macro.

Growing Into Her Title

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“Hail, Dragon Lord Ember!” a silver dragon said. He approached the throne of the Dragon Lord, landing in the quarry around it. “I bring you a tribute to celebrate your ascension!”

Ember, who’d been lounging on the throne, looked down at the dragon. He was the largest dragon who’d visited her so far, about the size of a small hill.

To her, he looked like a wyrmling.

“Oh?” Ember said. Even speaking softly, her booming voice carried far out into the quarry and wastes beyond. She still was trying to get used to that. “Ahem… What is it?”

The silver dragon held out his claw. In his palm was a single, solitary gem, twinkling with an eerie glow. “This is a maria diamond,” he said. “A gem of the moon itself! Long, long ago, my mate and I performed a service for Theskathur, and in gratitude, she graced us with three of these priceless gems. One I keep in my hoard, the other is buried with my beloved, and the last, I give to you now.”

He muttered a spell, and the tiny gem floated out of his palm. Immediately, it began to shine with soft, lunar light, washing over Ember with a cool feeling on her scales.

“May Frostbringer guide you with her holy light, Dragon Lord,” said the silver dragon. “I believe your reign will be wise and true.”

Ember felt a pleasant chill. The tiny gem emitted so much light—no, not light, she realized… starlight. It was soothing and calm, sweeping over her like waves in a sea. Shivering, Ember gulped and called out to the gem, it’s light reflecting in her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

The silver dragon chuckled. “Your consideration convinces me all the more. Take it, my Lord. It’s yours with my blessing.”

Ember gulped. The gem was so small to her, she could balance it on her pinky claw. Silently, she accepted it as part of her hoard—

“Ohhhhh…” Ember felt it, that tingly rush, starting at her claws and creeping up her form. She began to swell, her legs lengthening, her muscles groaning as they surged in size, every aspect of her body growing bigger. The crag started to shift from her increasing weight, the stone cracking with loud CRACKS!

The rockface crumbled more and more, making Ember slide down farther into her throne. Well, it wasn’t really a throne anymore. To her, it was more like a stepstool. She kept her tail wrapped around herself to not thrash too much, but she couldn’t help but stretch out her limbs, her claws raking the stone as they claimed more space…

The silver dragon took wing, politely getting out of the way. Ember was the twelfth Dragon Lord he’d served under, he’d seen it all before. Although... not quite to this magnitude. The quarry surrounding the Dragon Lord’s throne was usually more than large enough to accommodate the current leader, but with Ember...

Ember sighed happily as the growth subsided. She opened her eyes, refocusing on her now considerably smaller subject. He looked like a toy to her. “Your tribute is a generous one. You have my thanks.”

Ah, dammit. Now she’d have to learn how to speak MORE quietly.

The silver dragon very nearly laughed. In all his years, he’d never had a Dragon Lord that showed any kind of gratitude. Already, the relations with the Equestrians were bearing fruit, just like Theskathur had hoped.

“Soar long, my Lord.” He flew away, his spirits high for the future.

Ember yawned. She looked around the meager quarry, then at her ‘throne’. Pathetic. A few more offerings like that, and she’d be able to use it as a sex toy! Beyond, there were a few more petitioners waiting for an audience, no more than colorful specks to her.

But they were her colorful specks, and NO ONE was going to take them from her.

“Father?” Ember raised her voice. “FATHER!”

Her voice was so loud it was heard across half the Dragonlands. The waiting dragons squawked at covered their ears, grumbling in pain.

Ember blushed. “Whoops. Erm… sorry…”

There was a brief, echoing silence as Ember waited, picking boulders out of her claws. She heard out a few more of the petitioners, most of them silly disputes about territory and hoards. The concepts of friendship were proving… difficult to employ, but slowly but surely...

A moment later, Ember saw a speck on the horizon. The speck grew and grew, flying towards her. Soon, she could feel the disturbance of air, and her father Torch flew in with a whirlwind, his massive form causing the other dragons to scatter.

Well, massive to everyone else, anyway. He was about the size of a small dog to her.

“Yes, Dragon Lord?” Torch said. “What is it?”

Ember sighed. “I have a problem.” Slowly, she stood up to her full height, towering over anything and everything around. The throne of the Dragon Lord barely came up to her knees, practically a sand castle to her. Her mighty tail was like a redwood, swaying dangerously behind her like a titanic battering ram, and her colossal claws were the size of houses.

Torch’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks. His daughter, once barely the size of his pupils, was now approaching the size of a mountain! “Yes... I see that.”

Ember floated the maria diamond in her magic, soaking in its light. Another quick tingle swept through her, and she shot up a few more feet with a grunt. “I think I might have to hold court somewhere else.”

Torch scratched his chin. “...maybe. Or we could just expand the quarry? It wouldn’t be hard to smash out some more space for you.”

Ember frowned. “Not with the sea so close by. It might flood in.”

Torch conceded the point. “Somewhere else, then. We shouldn’t decide on anywhere permanent, though. Not until you finish growing.”

Ember winced. “And when will that be?”

Torch glanced behind them. There were still several dragons around, many holding various kinds of treasure. He’d also heard news that the great wyrms of the south would be coming next week, also likely bearing gifts. And then the Equestrians were coming the week after, Theskathur and Theskafar among them, visiting for the first time in millennia...

“Let’s just go farther into the wastes,” Torch said. “Find you somewhere where you won’t fall into the sea. We’ll worry about everything else later.”

Ember sighed. Already, she could feel eddies of power extending out to her, the treasures waiting to be added to her hoard. For dragons, a powerful leader meant a powerful nation, so it was customary for all dragons to provide gifts on a new Lord’s coronation.

At the rate Ember was growing, she was going to need a few square miles of space, at least.

“Ahem…” Ember lowered her voice to a thundering whisper. “Yes, that’s probably wise.”

She crouched and spread her gigantic wings, each one rivalling the size of a city block. With a pointed look to everydragon around, she gave them time to clear the area. Once they had, her father flew up and landed atop her back, careful not to poke her with his horns.

“Hold tight,” she said. Ember leapt high, HIGH into the air, the downdrafts of her wings creating gale-force winds. She rose into the clouds as she flew out into the Dragonlands, looking for a better place to hold court.

Torch allowed himself a rare smile. He was the size of a castle, and yet, he was perched atop his daughter’s back, as if he were a hatchling. A swell of pride rose in his chest as he beheld his daughter. Dragon Lord Ember, mightiest of the dragons.

“If only your mother could see you...”