Lyra and the Dragon Desire

Lyra gingerly walked towards the entrance to the dragon’s lair. It wasn’t the typical smoke-belching cave -- her mostly-pen-pal Desire lived in more of a giant stone gazebo -- but it was still the terrifying threshold of doom. If everything went right that night, she wouldn’t be leaving alive.

"You're here!" The sleek black dragon slithered out to meet her, the gold spikes of its horns glinting in the fading light. "I've been so looking forward to seeing you tonight, my dear." He bent his long neck towards her, jaws parted, then he paused. "Wait, which Lyra are you? You're the first one to arrive but I forget if I'm eating the first Lyra or the second Lyra."

Lyra laughed nervously, and put a hoof up to suggest that she was blocking his eager muzzle. “You’ll eat the one that comes back in time. If I don’t spontaneously appear in a few minutes, then I’ll travel back and be the one eaten.” She stepped forwards and leaned against his warm, slick scales. “I’m not sure whether I’m hoping for that or dreading it. Maybe both.”

Desire licked his long, sharp teeth, then closed his mouth to nuzzle her flank gently. "So ... you're sure this is going to work, right? I don't want this to be the last time I ever see you. Er. Ever see Lyra. As long as there's still going to be some Lyra left I think it's okay if I eat one of you." He didn't sound too certain about this. Even as he spoke, his head rose to look around for another Lyra appearing. His tail curled about around the current Lyra possessively.

“Let’s go inside,” Lyra said, hopping onto the dragon’s tail, and skittering down the other side. “Time travel isn’t exactly legal…” she paused. “Actually, I don’t think there’s a rule against casting the spell. Knowing the spell is definitely against the rules, though.” She lifted her tail and wiggled her rear end at the dragon as she headed for the dark entrance.

Entranced, Desire followed her inside. He caught up to her at once, long forked tongue flicking affectionately up her spine. "That'd be more convenient the other way. Since the Lyra that casts the spell is the one that will be ... " he paused, then drawled out the word with chilling emphasis, " ... punished for it."

Lyra cackled to cover her own trepidation, and glanced around at the dragon’s treasure as she headed farther inside. “You should mark me,” she said. “If it’s fresh on the time-clone, then we both know that we’ve got the right one and you’re not accidentally eating me after I travel back in time three years from now. I really… I really don’t want to screw this up. Bon Bon would kill me.”

"Bon Bon would kill me. Since if we screw this up you won't be around to kill. All right. Where's convenient for me to mark you?" Desire drew his nose over her body, and parted his jaws against her thigh. "Here? I won't bite too deep."

Lyra let out a shuddering breath. “Go ahead.”

Desire bit down shallowly, just firm enough to slice through the skin with rows of sharp teeth. He nipped off a narrow strip of hide less than an inch long, leaving a bloody patch behind.

Lyra hissed and clenched her teeth, stomping at the ground with a forehoof as she held her hindlegs locked… her nethers already glistening from the feeling of even that small of a bite. “Thank you,” she said, once she’d recovered sufficient presence of mind. “Now I’m going to wait five minutes for a time-clone to appear, and if it doesn’t, I’ll travel back in time three.” She turned and gave Desire a sloppy kiss, licking her tongue against his bloody muzzle. “Hold me until then?”

"Right." Desire glanced around. "And whether you go back in time, or not, I wait for your clone from three years from now to show up to prove that the first clone isn't the last of you. I think. Is that right?"

Lyra laughed. “It’s probably safer to never travel back to this time again. You’ll know it’s not the last of me because there’ll be two of us. But to be safe, eat the one that comes back in time. In case a paradox somehow makes the impossible clone vanish eventually.”

"All right." Desire curled up around Lyra. "I'll eat the one that comes back in time, and make the one who didn't time travel promise not to travel back in time to get eaten. No wonder time travel is illegal. It is pretty scary. Fun. But scary." He shivered, and nuzzled the nape of Lyra's neck.

Lyra sighed, and stroked her hoof along Desire’s neck. “Why are you scared? Silly dragon.”

"Because I want to pretend to be an evil pony-devouring monster, not actually be an evil monster. Pony-devouring, maybe."

Lyra rested in the grasp of Desire for what probably ended up being more like ten minutes, enjoying the feel of his scales and the sheer mass of his presence. Eventually, she had to admit that no time-clone was showing up to save her. She extracted herself from his embrace, set her hooves into the floor, and lit her horn. “Okay,” she said. “Here goes nothing.”

Desire took a deep breath and nodded.

Her horn flared brightly, gaining a second aura encasing the normal horn-glow, then she gritted her teeth and a third over-glow appeared, the surface flaring like fire. There was a building buzz of white noise, and then --

--Lyra appeared in the same place she’d just been standing in, the flash of a time travel spell fading around her. She looked over to Desire, and let out a breath as she saw a mint-green unicorn curled up in his embrace. “Um…,” she raised a hoof and waved. “Hi?”

Desire sighed and hugged the Lyra in his arms close. "Oh, whew, it worked. You don't have to cast the spell!" He gave her a kiss, then gave the newcomer a long, slow smile full of sharp teeth. "Well, hello there, my dear."

“Did someone order a tasty unicorn wench?” the time-travelling Lyra said, swishing her tail as she approached the dragon. “I hope you’re not planning on eating me too quickly.”

“You know we’re not,” the other Lyra said, sticking close to Desire’s side.

Desire stroked Lyra-1's flank possessively with the tuft of his tail, neck arched to loom his head over Lyra-2. "I would never eat such a delectable morsel in haste." He slurped his tongue down her side, in a long rough stroke that ended on the slice of skin fresh-cut from her outer thigh. "You must be properly prepared first, after all."

“I don’t know if I’m ever going to be prepared,” she said, quivering beneath his tongue. Her heart raced, but it wasn’t terror, precisely – somehow, she still felt safer for the dragon’s presence. Maybe some technical details would distract her. “Let’s see what we’ve got to work with. You said you had a kitchen?”

"Of course I have a kitchen." He laughed, with a rumbling wicked edge on it, and snatched her up in his jaws. "Come alon', m' 'ear," he said to Lyra-1, muffled around the pony in his mouth. He carried Lyra-2 into the kitchen. It was a dragon-proportioned chamber, which put the counters and fixtures at chest height to Desire, and well over head-height on the ponies. A gleaming steel oven set in the counter was at odds with the old-fashioned open hearth at the center of the room. There was a cauldron in one corner, but the hearth currently only had a spit over it. He set Lyra-2 down on the counter. "As for unprepared -- well, you soon will be. It's too late to change your mind now!" He laughed cruelly. Then stopped and eyed her. "Actually, it's not too late. You can still change your mind, you know. I'm not quite sure what Bon Bon will do with two Lyras, though."

“Oh no,” Lyra-1 said. “If she’s not getting eaten, I am.”

"I can't eat you!" Desire said. "She came from the future, if I eat her past Lyra then doesn't she disappear? Except you were never going to be her anyway ..."

“Don’t think about it too hard,” Lyra-2 said. “I’m not backing out.” She laid down on her side on the counter, flipping her tail a few times. “In fact… why don’t we finalize that?” She rolled onto her back, and flopped her tail down flat against the stone surface. “Chop it off. You can keep it as a trophy.”

“Let me up!” Lyra-1 said, hopping to try to get her head over the counter-height. “I want to see!”

Desire chuckled. "As you wish. Don't try to confuse me about which of you is which before I get her marked." He lifted Lyra up onto the counter with one forepaw. Then Desire curled his lips back in a grin, tongue licking over teeth. He ran his nose down her exposed belly, breath hot against her fur, until he stopped and nosed her legs further apart. Then he bit down, precisely, clamping the base of her tail between sharp dragon teeth, then grated them together with one swift motion to sever the extremity.

Lyra-2 arched her back as the dragon’s muzzle slid down her front, and gave a little squeak as his teeth gripped her tail. “Ah!” she gasped, as he bit it off -- the little stump remaining wiggled back and forth frantically, dripping a bit of blood on the counter as the severed tail twitched and flopped a few inches away before going still.

Desire pulled the tail out of his teeth with his other forepaw, and set it to one side to lap at the fresh blood from Lyra-2's stump, suckling the wound. A thin rivulet ran between his teeth and down his jaw, until he caught it up with his tongue. "Mmm." He stroked Lyra-2's chest with his unbloodied forepaw. "So, how would you like to be prepared? Did you want to be roasted? Perhaps you should be marinated first?"

Lyra-2’s thighs pressed against the dragon’s muzzle, pressing jerkily against him as he licks painfully at her stump. As for his question, Lyra-1 was the first to answer.

“I’m no expert, but I was thinking… shaved?”

“Stuffed,” Lyra-2 added.

Lyra-1 stared at the hearth. “And maybe spitted.”

“Spitted?” Lyra-2 squeaked, propping her head up suddenly to stare at Lyra-1.

"I did set up the spit in case you wanted to be spitted," Desire said, helpfully. "I'll start with shaving, while you think about that part." Desire slithered about the kitchen, retrieving a few sticks of butter from the refrigerator. He melted them in a ceramic bowl with a precise blast of firebreath, then lathered the butter into Lyra-2's fur. He worked it into her chest and left flank first, then stropped a knife to sharpen it. Deftly, he set the knife to buttered fur, and began to excise the horsehair from skin.

“Think about it,” Lyra-1 said, hooves clopping against the countertop as she circled her clone. “A thick, hard shaft, shoved soooo deep inside… I bet we could miss all your important organs if we were careful.”

“That’s widely known as the most painful possible way to die,” Lyra-2 deadpanned.

“You know you’re tempted,” Lyra-1 said.

Lyra-2 licked her lips, holding still as the air, warm as it was, started to chill the growing bare patch on her chest, still slick with butter. “There’s no way I’d live through it.”

Desire rolled Lyra onto her freshly-shaved side and massaged butter into her flank and back. "You're not going to live through this." He slurped his tongue over her bare, buttery stomach. "That's the whole point. Isn't it? You want to know what it's like to be eaten more than you want to live. This one of you to live." Desire remembered not to think about this too hard.

Lyra-2 rested her head against the counter, and her tail-stub twitched again. “Okay. Fine. I wanted to be alive for the roasting part, but getting impaled is…”

Lyra-1 grinned. “All we have to do is miss your heart. Nothing else will kill you quickly enough to matter.”

"We can cheat and spit you partway from both ends, so it doesn't have to go all the way through. Not sure how well that'll work over the fire, though." Desire finished shaving her other side and back, and now started to scrape the hair from her legs. When he nicked the skin, he bent to lick off the blood, and nibbled at her surrounding leg delicately enough not to break more skin. "Mmm, buttery ..."

Lyra-1 tore herself away from the sight of her double’s increasingly naked body, and trotted over to a spice rack. “Which of these goes well with pony?”

Lyra-2 hissed at each nick and each nibble. “I hope the rest of me is as tasty. Don’t be too gentle with your meat.” She looked back at her shaved skin, smooth and a little pudgy, but with the spine still clearly standing out. It was getting easier and easier to stop thinking of herself as a pony.

"Mmmm. I don't want to wait until you're all the way cooked. Maybe I could have a little bite tartare." He caught at her thigh, where he'd bitten earlier, this time catching a chunk of flesh in his mouth. He released it intact to answer Lyra-1, "Bring me the sea salt, the horseradish, garlic, and chives, please."

With a tinkling chime, Lyra-1 lifted the requested ingredients in her golden aura, floating them around her as she turned back towards the ongoing preparation. “She doesn’t need her legs to live, does she? We could prepare them separately if you want.”

“Yesss…” Lyra-2 hissed, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. “I mean… oh wow.” She blinked a few times. “You really could, couldn’t you.”

"Do you want to see yourself sizzling while you can't feel it?" Desire licked at her thighs. "Bring me some twine from that left drawer in the corner. We can tie a tourniquet so that she won't lose too much blood and pass out." Now that he's finished with the shaving, he started chopping up the chives as soon as they floated over.

Lyra-1 dropped the herbs and spices near the dragon, and made her way to the drawer. It took a layer of overglow to manage to yank open the dragon-sized compartment, but this version of her was well-rested.

Lyra-2 licked her lips. “Yeah, I think I do want to see that,” she said. “I think… I might want a little taste.” She giggled nervously, a grin on her face.

Desire grinned as well, and wrapped the twine about each of Lyra's thighs, then pulled it much too tight, uncomfortably tight. He tied a knot, and then repeated the process a few more times, just to be sure. The shaved, pink limbs soon started to turn blue at the interrupted blood flow. Desire slid his jaws around one leg, his mouth big enough to fit the limb up to the top of the thigh. He sucked on it for a few moments, tongue slithering around smooth buttered skin. Then he drew his jaws apart, and bit down hard. Hard enough to crack the bone. It wasn't a clean cut; he had to wriggle and chomp to finish tearing the leg off, below the tourniquet.

Lyra-2 whimpered and wiggled the leg in his mouth, still faintly able to feel despite the growing numbness from the lack of blood-flow… until the dragon bit down. She could feel that! She screamed and jerked, her buttered back sliding slick across the countertop, wailing in agony as Desire worried and tore at her thigh, still gasping and whining after it was completely severed, the pain only slowly fading to a lower constant level.

Lyra-1 waited until it was over, licking her lips and breathing heavily as she watched the entire process, then blasted the stump with a quick numbing spell to deaden some of the pain.

“Thank you,” Lyra-2 whispered hoarsely. She turned to Desire. “That was amazing. You’re such a beast.” She closed her eyes and gave a weak smile.

Desire dropped the severed limb, staring with a mix of fascination, horror, and hunger at the pony's stump and the detached leg. Smooth and pink and hairless, it no longer looked like so much like a part of a person as like a hunk of meat. It could've been a turkey's leg, perhaps, were it not for the hoof. He licked the blood from the stump, then lapped at the rest of Lyra-2. "Wow. Thank you," he said, softly. "You're so delicious. Let me ... just ... " He took the other hind leg and chomped it off too. "I want these pan-fried, maybe breaded ... "

Lyra-2 felt the dragon’s teeth close on her remaining hind-leg, and a thin stream of urine dribbled from her as she anticipated the pain. Somehow, it was worse than she remembered, the second time.

Lyra-1 scowled and cleaned her off, without saying a word. Just glowering at her.

Desire mixed together the various herbs with what was left of the butter, and then set the thighs to soak in the solution. He lapped at the rest of the pony in between steps. If he noticed the urine, he didn't say anything about it. He had a glazed, hungry look, golden eyes swirling in anticipation. After the legs had soaked for a little bit, he rolled them in breading, then put a big pan on the stove and set them in it to sizzle.

"Stuffing, stuffing, what do I have for stuffing?" Desire licked his teeth. It was strangely tempting to eat Lyra right now, like this. He was glad the thighs would be cooked soon; he didn't want to ruin this experience for his friend by rushing it, and eating the thighs should take the edge off. He grabbed a box of breadcrumbs and mixed them together with some of the same seasonings, and butter to bind it together. It would cook inside of Lyra. Well, what would fit inside, anyway. Normally you put stuffing in the chest cavity of the animal, but they couldn't empty her organs out before cooking her, so it'd just be whatever they could jam inside her. He grinned at the prospect, slavering.

“We need to make sure to stuff every hole,” Lyra-1 said, levitating a glob in her magic and shoving it sloppily into Lyra-2’s pussy. “Hmm. Might need a spoon or something to hold her open.”

Lyra-2 opened her mouth wide, and gestured to it with a foreleg.

"Let me see if I can make this work ... " Desire nosed between the stumps of her legs, and thrust his long, serpentine tongue into her pussy, shoving the stuffing deeper into her with it. He licked and nosed at her, to open her further, then took another tongueful of stuffing and slid it in after the first. When she started to fill up, he resorted to the handle of a long spoon to tamp down the stuffing, and crammed in some more. Then he moved his mouth up to her and kissed her, passing a pony-sized mouthful of stuffing to her that way. "Do you want to swallow on your own, or shall we force-feed you?"

Lyra-2 clenched around the thick lump of stuffing filling her down below, and swallowed the stuffing in her mouth as best she could, so that she could talk. “Force me,” she said, breathlessly. “I’m your meal.”

Desire grinned at her, eyes glittering with cruelty. "Oh yes, you most certainly are." He took a small mouthful -- for a dragon! -- of stuffing into his jaws, then kissed her again. This time, his tongue forced stuffing into her, and jammed it down her throat, tongue uncurling down inside her to force it direct to her stomach. Then out again, only to push more stuffing until it overfilled her mouth, and jam that down as well. He repeated the process several times, holding her mouth closed with his own jaws when she gagged convulsively, until the convulsions passed.

As Lyra-2 gagged and writhed under the dragon’s rough attention, Lyra-1 saw to her remaining hole, gingerly prying open her ass with her magic and -- when nothing started pouring out (she had *tried* to prepare for this, before coming over) -- using the spoon Desire had abandoned to fill her colon, pressing the globs of stuffing as deep inside as she could, without worrying too hard about tearing something inside. Soon, the poor denuded unicorn started to bloat from the stuffing clogging up her digestive tract from both ends.

Desire remembered to flip the thighs sizziling on the stove, while he was still stuffing Lyra. By the time he'd finished stuffing her, the thighs were done cooking. He took one out and held it over her chest as he tore into it messily, dripping hot juices and bits of breading onto her skin. "Oh, Celestia, but you taste amazing." He closed his eyes, dreamily. "Did you want a taste?"

Lyra-2 leaned her muzzle down to try to lick the burning bits off her own chest. “Oh yesss,” she hissed… in unison with Lyra-1.

“If there’s enough to go around,” Lyra-1 added self-consciously.

"I'm greedy," Desire said, "but I'm not that greedy." He licked his lips and held the juicy, meat-thick end of the thigh to Lyra-2's mouth. After she'd had a chance to take a bite or two, he offered it to Lyra-1.

Lyra-2 took a slimy gobbet of meat -- her own meat -- into her mouth, and let it flop around on her tongue. She wasn’t about to swallow anything, at the moment -- or probably ever again -- but she could taste it. It was… odd.

Lyra-1 chewed on her own bite. “It’s… weird. I guess I’m definitely not a carnivore.” She still managed to swallow it, and licked the juices off her lips.

"You don't know what you're missing." Desire tore strips of meat off the bone, devouring them with every appearance of the relish he felt. "I didn't know what I've been missing. This is the best meal of my life." He eyed the look on the over-stuffed Lyra-2's face, and decided he'd better start cooking her before he finished the other thigh. He didn't want her to pass out from blood loss or shock or something and end up missing out on some of the experience she'd worked so hard to achieve. He took the cold spit from the fireplace. "All right. Do you have magic or something that can help me aim this so it doesn't kill her right away?" he asked Lyra-1.

Lyra-1 walked over to stand next to him, and despite the strangeness of the taste, couldn’t help herself from licking off a bit more of the juices from his lips. “Mmm hmm,” she said. “But you’ll still have to be careful.” She shone a beam that looked like a flashlight from her horn, and as it washed over Lyra-2’s body, the skin seemed to fade away, leaving a ghostly, translucent view of her pulsing organs -- the stuffing filling her leaving dark blotches, muddying the view.

Desire held the spit in one fore hand and braced the other on the counter next to Lyra-2, looming over her so he could see what he was doing. "All right ... I'll try to follow the lines of the intestines and perforate those, that's probably the easiest route for not killing you quickly." He began at her rectum, pushing the sharpened stake inside. Stuffing squeezed out around it at first, then bulged in her intestines as he kept shoving. At the first bend of the intestines, he kept going straight, puncturing through them to stick into her stomach. He paused, briefly, to make sure the point was aimed at her throat and not her lungs or heart, and kept going. He had to straighten out her neck near the end, to make sure the tip went out her mouth and didn't punch through an artery.

Lyra-2 started squealing immediately as the spit entered her, the extra pressure painful with her already so bloated… but didn’t scream in earnest until her stomach was punctured, and the acid-soaked stuffing inside started to spread across her innards. She gagged, again, and twitched helplessly as the spike slid further and further up her throat, preceded into her mouth by oozing stuffing, until finally it clanked against her teeth and she stretched her jaws wide around it. She was silent, by then, but it hurt so much… she writhed and twitched around the shaft filling her.

Lyra-1 stared at the sight, entranced.

"Wow. I can't believe you're still alive like this. I wish I could hear how it feels." Desire lifted her by her body so as not to place additional strain on her, though once he set the spit over the open hearth that token gesture was no longer relevant. He basted her upper side with the butter-and-horseradish sauce, then lit the fire under her with a single fiery breath.

Lyra-2 couldn’t even hang limp over the fire with the spit through her, although her forelegs dangled, without the strength to lift them. It hurt… it all hurt… but she didn’t regret anything. The fire started to singe her hooves, and all she could think about was turning into well-roasted meat, and filling Desire’s belly at last. Yesss…. at last.

Desire turned her slowly over the fire, with the crank for the spit located to one side. He basted her as he turned her, smelling the delicious aroma of garlic and butter and roasting meat rising from her slowly-cooking body. He licked her head and neck, whispering to her, "I can't wait until you're finally mine." To keep himself from tearing off partly-cooked strips from her now, he grabbed her remaining thigh in his free forehand and began devouring it.

Lyra-2 was almost unconscious, but her ears perked as Desire whispered into them, and a foreleg lifted towards him, then fell limp. She didn’t move, after that. Just slowly turned brown as her meat roasted and her skin crisped.

"Remember all those letters we wrote, all those times we talked about me devouring you? You used to talk about how you wanted Spike to do it and he never would. I told you I would, I'd be happy to." Desire whispered it into her eyes, wondering if she could still hear him even though she was too weak to move. "I am, too. So looking forward to this." He found himself blinking hard at her stillness, and had to look away quickly to lock eyes on Lyra-1, to make sure she was still there, that she was still all right.

Lyra-1 was spread out on the counter, legs splayed to the sides as she watched ‘herself’ cook, hoof working at her sex as she imagined being in her time-clone’s place. At Desire’s glance, she momentarily froze, then grinned at him and spread herself wider to give him a better look as she continued to masturbate.

Desire licked his lips again, the worried part of him relaxing at the sight of her perverse pleasure. He swept his tail onto the counter and curled her into its crook to bring him to his side. Still turning the crank while Lyra-2 finished cooking, he lapped at the living Lyra sensually, encouraging her to continue to masturbate.

Lyra-1 moaned, and rubbed her muzzle back against his tongue, furiously working herself up as she caught sight of his fangs. “Ah… ahhhh! Ohhh….” She quivered and shuddered in Desire’s grasp, then panted heavily as she leaned against him. “Oooh…” she moaned. “We have to do this again.” She rubbed her muzzle against his side, and stared over at her roasting clone. “I think I want my turn.”

Desire licked between her legs after she climaxed, and then tore a freshly-cooked strip off of the spitted Lyra to devour. "You're both delicious, you know," he said, rather wickedly. "Even without garlic-horseradish-butter. Maybe next time I should have you in your own juices."