Lyra and the Dragon Desire
Episode 1: Dragons Like Chocolate
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.
Episode 2: Lyra and the Delicious Time-Clone
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Lyra and the Dragon Desire
Episode 2: Lyra and the Delicious Time-Clone
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."
