Lyra and the Dragon Desire

The place didn't look much like a dragon's lair: it wasn't a cave, and in fact there wasn't a mountain or even a good-sized hill anywhere in sight. It was a flat-roofed marble building with tall carved columns supporting a generous overhang above the gigantic double-doors.

Inside, the chamber was impressive mainly by being vast. Sunlight pooled on a polished dark floor marbled with streaks of gray, and glittered on heaps of gems strewn artfully here and there. A pile of gold was lavished in one corner, and a large beanbag chair somewhat incongruously set before it.

A sleek black-and-gold dragon, some fifteen feet long, spread vast wings as he glided from one spot to the next in the room, rearranging the heaps of gems for best advantage, sweeping up stray scales, moving the beanbag chair in an effort to position it still close to the bed of gold but somehow less jarringly out of place. He failed. /Stop being nervous, Brandon,/ he told himself sternly. /Cool. Controlled. Impressive. That's what you're supposed to be. She's not going to be put off by the decor, but if you act like an awkward nervous idiot, she's sure to be put off by _that_./ He landed on the bed of gold coins, scattering a few off the top, and peered down at the polished floor to study his reflection. He swept a taloned hand over his golden horns and then combed claws through his barbels.

Faintly, in the distance, Brandon could hear a high-pitched shriek getting louder and louder, followed by a clatter of hooves on the roof, then a thump, a mare's voice going "Ow ow ow", and then more scrabbling of hooves at the far end of the roof, followed by a mint green alicorn slipping off the far end and landing in a heap before the doorway. After a few uncomfortable seconds, a feathery wing waved in the air, and she said, "I'm okay!"

The serpentine dragon spread his wings at the clattering, and was flying to the entrance as the pony dropped into view. He arrived a little too late to elegantly intercept her before she hit the ground. Instead, he blinked at the figure on his threshhold. "Lyra?! You're -- you never said -- you're a princess?"

Lyra's innocent-looking face peeked up from underneath her wings, and she stared at the dragon blankly for a few seconds, before grinning really wide. "Oh my gosh! You have a moustache!" She scrambled to her feet and flicked at his whiskers with a hoof a few times. Then she paused. "You are Desire, right? I don't have the wrong address? I've never actually flown before but I remember from the map that it was around here and there's nothing else really around here." She took a step back, and spread her wings wide. "Do you like them? I got them just for you!"

Brandon recalled himself enough to shift his wings up imposingly, and rumbled, "Yes, I am Desire." He looked regal and authoritative for a moment, his barbels -- or 'mustache' -- swaying, with a curve to them at the ends. "You are ... most welcome, Lyra." His tongue flicked out, words given a sinister emphasis, as he stepped aside and swept a wing before her in invitation to enter. Then he spoiled the effect by adding, "How did you get them to make you a _princess_ for _me_?"

Lyra giggled and pranced into the dragon's lair at a bouncy trot, folding her wings elegantly -- that part, she might have practiced. "They wouldn't! I mean, not that getting wings would make me a princess anyway, but they wouldn't even give me real wings because they thought that that would make me look like a princess, and I could use it to scam ponies. But they did have some temporary wings, and it isn't much of an illusion to make them look real..." She looked around at all the gold and gems. "While I was there, I picked up a bunch of other limbs and attachments and things. They had a whole novelty section! I figured it'd help the, you know, playacting if you actually got to do some damage." She pounced on the beanbag chair, splaying her legs and wings out haphazardly, then rolled onto her back, flicking her tail back and forth. In the process, her saddlebags slid off, and she set them by the side of the chair, where she could get at them if she needed to.

She looked the dragon up and down, and licked her lips. "See anything you like? Or should I change into something more edible?"

"Ohhh ... " Desire glides across the chamber after her. "That sounds ... delicious." His tongue flickered out again, jagged draconic teeth bared for a moment in a grin. He flew over her, and hovered for a moment, letting his shadow enfold her, before he dropped his feet to the floor to either side of the pony. "I like everything I see," he rumbled, staring at her hungrily. He dipped his head and ran the edge of his tongue along the outer curve of one wing, tasting it.

Lyra stared up at the dragon hovering over her with awe, her breath taken, and gasped as he landed over her. She lifted her hind legs to scrape her hooves along the scales of the dragon's chest, and curled her wing slightly as Desire licked it. It quivered a bit as it was presented to him, the pony that it was attached too breathing heavily. It tasted real, surprisingly -- like feathers and preening oil. Maybe that was part of the illusion she mentioned.

His underside gleamed gold, scales glittering under Lyra's hooves, but Desire didn’t back off under the pressure. The black dragon extended his tongue further. It slid down the wing and curled under the far side, so that as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth it drew the wing with it. His jaws closed over it, teeth biting down hard enough to prickle flesh, but not quite hard enough to break skin. Gold eyes locked with Lyra's; wisps of smoke puffed from his nostrils.

Lyra reached up and pressed the warm bottom of her hoof against Desire's cheek, brushing against his barbels with the fur of her fetlocks. Her own golden eyes stared back into his, and her wing squirmed a bit between his teeth. "Wow... it feels real," she said. "I wonder how much it would hurt if you really did just bite it off?" She licked her lips a bit nervously, but was still smiling.

Desire opened his mouth enough to rumble, "Are you ready to ... " Lips closed over the wing, tongue licking, saliva dripping over the appendage. Teeth pricked against one side again, making a sawing motion not-quite-hard enough to cut. From the other side of his mouth, he rumbled, " ... find out?"

Lyra whimpered a bit as his teeth ground into her wing. She scrunched up her muzzle. "If I say no, you have to promise me that you'll do it anyway. Because otherwise I'll just put it off and put it off and I'll never find out if I actually was ready or not because how can you even tell ahead of time? So, um, I guess that's a... *mumble mumble*" She looked away from him, ears flattening.

The dragon grinned around her wing, a couple of his barbels sliding over her stomach and tickling through her fur. For a moment, he was just licking, his mouth warm and wet around her, saliva soaking through the pinions, tongue soft against the underside. Then Desire chomped down savagely: feathers rent and bone splintered under his teeth. He didn't saw in one place or rip free, but shifted his grip to bite again, and again, sucking and gnawing at the wing.

Lyra's breath caught at the first bite, as a savage pain stabbed through her wing. Her mouth hung open, her eyes went wide, but no sound came out. As Desire continued to bite down and break and re-break the wing-bones, she squirmed and struggled, pressing her hindlegs against his chest as if she could even shift his massive, flexible body by pushing him away, a high-pitched squeal escaping from her muzzle as she tried to pull the wing out from between his teeth, which only made it hurt more.

The wing itself was strangely bloodless, and didn't taste much like meat on the inside. More like meat-flavored cardboard.

"Gods, that's so good," he growled around a mouthful of wing, because her reaction was sweet and savory even if the wing itself was pretty disappointing. He put one taloned forefoot against Lyra's chest to brace her, smirking at her ineffectual struggle as he finally ripped the wing off. He swallowed it down quickly, because the texture was unsatisfying and he didn't want to linger over it. His tongue flicked over the stump as if to lap at the blood that wasn't there.

Lyra curled up underneath him, leaving the stump exposed for him to lick, shivering and breathing heavily. She squeaked in response, but it only took a few seconds for her to calm down. "I'm okay," she said, uncurling enough to look at him. Her other wing was held tightly to her side now, though. "Wow... you're so vicious," she said, stretching out a foreleg to hook around the side of his neck, brushing her hoof against his mane, then leaned in to kiss him, pressing her lips against the end of the dragon's muzzle.

The black-and-gold dragon kissed her back hungrily, tongue flicking out to taste her lips, to slide between them and lick at the roof of her mouth. He shifted his forepaw to encircle her back and hold her closer, two claws supporting her neck and head. After a little exploration, he drew back. "I hope you still like vicious." He tried to say it with a smirk, but the words were a little too breathy and earnest to be mistaken for flippant.

Lyra's tongue licked at Desire's, and she hooked both forelegs around his neck as he pulled her close. She grinned at his question, and slowly extended her remaining wing, curling it around to stroke his mane.

The primary feathers wiggled independently, and one of them tickled his nose.

The dragon couldn't help grinning when she tickled his nose, and gave a distinctly undraconic giggle. Desire tried to cover it by growling, "Because you know that just whet my appetite. It makes me hungry to eat *all* of you." Still cradling her body in his forepaw, he snorted and snuffled over her chest and stomach. He twisted his head sideways to wrap his mouth around her sides, his head fitting neatly between her hind and forelegs. His tongue slid out to encircle her, teeth pricking through her fur but not piercing the hide. He suckled at her body for a few moments, then released her to say, "... but I shouldn't." Then he smirked. "I wouldn't want it to be over too *quickly*, after all." His head darted for her wing then, mouth snapping closed around it and worrying at it like a dog with a favorite toy.

Lyra tenses up as the dragon's mouth closed around her... he's kidding right? Yes, he's probably kidding, but oooh, what if he's not? What if she'll never return from this trip? She braced her foreleg against his muzzle, just in time for him to let go, and looked over at him with fear and desire. "Don't forget, I've still got all those other -- ah ah ah AH!" she twisted and squirmed in his foreclaws as he bit into her wing, jerking and yanking at it as he gnawed, threatening to slide out of his grip.

Desire sat back on his haunches so he could hold her deliciously squirming body with both forepaws. He took his time prying the wing off, enjoying her little gasps and shrieks, that mixture of pain and fear and longing in her eyes. At last he tore it free and swallowed it. He kissed her again, then ran his tongue lower, from under her chin to down her neck and chest to between her hindlegs and under her tail. "Soooo ... what /else/ did you hope to sate me with, my sweet, tender little pony?" He nipped playfully at one of her legs.

Lyra tasted like fear and pain, and it faded a little more quickly this time, as the dragon licked her -- she let out a squeak as his tongue slipped between her legs, and spread them wide, squirming in something other than pain for a second. She was quite aroused, and quite wet even before his tongue licked over her. She kicked playfully at his muzzle, not hard enough to hurt, even if he was a pony. "If you eat my real legs, then I'm making you pay for the replacements," she said. "Even if it has to be from beyond the grave! I will totally haunt you. Not having legs is halfway towards being a ghost, after all." She grinned, and rolled over in his paws, reaching down towards her saddlebags. "But I also got... let's see..." Her horn glowed, and the bag opened, a selection of random items about the size of an apple floating out. She piled them on her chest, and poked at them. "Two griffon forelegs, three tentacles, a dragon tail, a set of minotaur udders, and this!" She held up a banana shaped object, which seemed to be made of chocolate. All the random items seemed to be made of food, actually. "A penis! Although come to think of it, if we wanted to use a penis we could just use yours..." She wiggled her hips a bit as she said that. "Which should we try first?"

Desire was plainly aroused as well: his cock was erect and hard between his legs, and the golden tip quivered at the wiggling of Lyra's hips. "Ummmm ... " /Indecision is not sexy,/ he told himself, and licked his lips as he looked at the assembled goodies. "That attaches to you, like the wings did?" He got a little harder thinking about that. "That's ... intriguing."

Lyra nodded happily. "Yep! Watch!" She levitated a little yellow ball, and pressed it against the side of her ribcage. It started to glow, then there was a flash -- that blinded her, but probably not the dragon -- and all her fur stood on end, like she was struck by lightning. By the time she opened her eyes, a fifth leg was grafted onto her, like it was always there -- the bone structure beneath it apparently changed to support it. It was obviously fake, however. It was meant to represent a griffon's talon, and moved dextrously to reach up and flick at Desire's barbels, but it appeared to be made out of some sort of hard cracker. "Like I said," Lyra mumbled, as she pressed its counterpart against her other side, "these are from the --" *ZOT* " *pant pant* The novelty section."

She pulled the second griffon claw to her chin, and stroked the fur there. "So they probably don't hurt as much when they break. Shame, really."

The dragon blinked away the afterimages of the flash. "How do they feel?" he asked. He set the pony on all six feet, and snaked his head about to mouth the side of one of the griffon-taloned legs.

Lyra took a few steps forwards, and her gait changed to a six-step pattern instead of the normal four step. She bounced, and her griffon legs instinctively pulled up to let her catch herself on her hooves. "They feel like they've always been there. And I can feel anything I touch with them... it's a pretty nice spell. Mmm..." She pulled back to slide the griffon-leg through his mouth, letting his lips and tongue brush down its length. It tasted salty, and a bit herbal, but the texture wasn't as hard as one might guess by looking at it. "That feels really nice," she said.

Desire nibbled delicately at it, savoring the interesting texture. He tried to nip off a few little pieces, to see what effect that had on Lyra.

Lyra gasped as his teeth scraped at her -- it stung, but only a little. Inside the crust was a fluffy breadlike substance, which soaked up the dragon's drool.

"Mmmm ... " The dragon picked the mint-green pony up in both forepaws again and placed her on her back on the beanbag chair. He licked indiscriminately at her front, tongue slurping over her furred chest, teeth nipping playfully at her real legs and at her stomach. He saved the bites that are hard enough to hurt for the fake-cracker griffon legs, but alternated between nipping pieces off of those and play-nipping at the rest of her, almost as if he really was eating the pony.

Lyra squirmed and moaned in pleasure at each bite, struggling weakly against the dragon's depredations, kicking and pushing at his muzzle for the play-bites and real bites alike. "Ahh, Desire! You beast!" she cried, as one of the griffon legs had had enough, and snapped off, its remaining joints flexing randomly until it rolled onto the floor with a clatter. She brung her other talon in to clutch at the stump.

Desire slurped down the severed limb, throat muscles pulsing with each swallow. While resuming his nibbling at Lyra, the dragon used one forepaw to fumble at the contents from the upended saddlebag. He selects the chocolate-scented novelty penis, and raises it carefully into Lyra's view. "Put this one on," he commanded. "Or else ... " His jaws closed threateningly around her throat, tongue encircling her neck and squeezing a little.

Lyra jerked in his grip, a surprised squeal choked off as his tongue squeezed her neck, her body thrashing underneath him… then she went still, and her horn lit up, taking hold of the penis. She floated it down between her hindlegs, and as it approached her vulva it sparked and crackled, snapping into place like a magnet. The flash was mostly occluded by Desire's body, but he could feel her suddenly tense between his teeth as it hit, and she let out a loud whimper. "Oh Celestia --" she croaked, and the dragon felt a stiff cock almost as big as one of Lyra's legs swell atop her belly, poking into his chest. Lyra gasped as it stroked against Desire's warm scales, thrusting her hips to help it do so.

There was no sign of her female bits -- the green fur of her belly and legs faded into a huge brown ball-sac and penis, that looked fleshy, even if it smelled strongly of chocolate.

"Oooh." Desire slithered down, soft belly scales sliding againts the hard dark penis. "That looks ... functional." He licked his tongue over the cock, teasingly, then took a sudden quick bite out of her remaining griffon leg.

"Ooh, yes --" Lyra moaned at the lick. "It feels... eep!" Her eyes darted open as he bit, her hips jerked, and the claws on the mangled griffon-leg opened and closed in surprise. After a second, she twisted her griffon-wrist to stroke his muzzle, and grinned.

Desire swallowed the bite of leg, and licked at the griffon-claws, but didn't bite any of them off. Instead he dipped his head down to lick the chocolate penis again. His long tongue coiled around it, slurping, drawing the member deep into his mouth. He didn't use his teeth on it, but closed his mouth around the cock and suckled hungrily, tongue and lips hot and slick all around it.

Lyra moaned as her new penis sank into Desire's wet warmth, tickled and teased by his tongue. She spread her hindlegs wide to give him access, as a sparkly feeling spread over her, turning her fear and arousal into a rush of pleasure. "Oooh, Desire... I think I'm going to -- ahhh!" Her hips jerked, and the hard but fleshy-feeling penis shot gobs of warm goo into the dragon's mouth... it was quite clearly chocolate sauce.

The dragon grinned around the delicious mouthful. He kept on suckling, slurping and licking at the cock as he drank down all of the chocolate sauce. Even when the sauce was gone, he continued to work it over. Then he exposed his teeth, pricking the base with their sharp points.

Lyra moaned and occasionally jerked as she rode out her orgasm, overstimulated by the dragon's continued attention. The penis softened slightly afterwards, although it was still somewhat erect. When he pricked it with his teeth, Lyra squeaked. "Oh my gosh, be careful, this one's really sensitive!"

"But it's sooooo good," Desire mumbled around the chocolate cock. From the way she was squirming and the tone of her voice, he knew she meant that in the most encouraging possible way. "I just ... can't ... " Sharp teeth bit down halfway along its length. He scraped free a section and swallowed it, eyes closing in bliss. "... help myself."

Lyra's chocolate cock tore like flesh, and she screamed in pain, like she did for the wings... the texture was right for a bloody gobbet of meat, this time, but the 'blood' was more chocolate sauce of course, and it pumped from the gaping wounds left by the dragon's scraping, seemingly without end, splattering across her legs and belly while she twitched beneath him, eyes rolled up in their sockets.

The pony's pained writhing and screams only inflamed Desire's hunger further. He took another bite, and another, his own hindquarters squirming unconsciously against the floor as he devoured the artificial member with nips and slurps. He lapped eagerly at the spilled chocolate sauce after he finished the cock, then ripped off the chocolate balls and ate those too. "... sooo GOOD," the dragon rumbled. With the fake member gone, he licked up the mess of chocolate matting her fur, lapping again and again to get every drop, with especial care for the vulva area that the member had covered.

Lyra screamed, and squirmed, and jerked in agony, until she gave a final strangled squeal as her balls were removed -- and then the spell ended, the pain ending with it with a sudden *whoof* that made her open her eyes in shock, just in time for Desire to start licking at her now-restored privates. It took seconds for the sudden relief, combined with the stimulation, to push her over the edge, and she shrieked out the dragon's name as another orgasm took her, her juices flowing over the dragon's tongue, mixing with the chocolate.

With at least one appetite temporarily sated, the dragon nestled his head against Lyra's chest. "Best meal ever," he purred in satisfaction.