Just a little farther now. You can make it. You were exiled from Equestria because you ate a large flank steak from a cow you slaughtered. How the fuck were you supposed to know that those fucking pones were buddies with them? As of now, you, Anonymous, have found a natural cave extending into a Giant's Causeway throne-shaped structure.
You took a boat from Baltimare eastwards to get here. So far, none of the dragons here have noticed you, by some miracle. If only the anti-dragon shield and its matching visage was as real as this planet...
You make it to the cave safely, and you finally stop running. After retreating further into the cave, lighting your lantern, and settling down, you notice a strange obsidian staff, with a ruby-like gem on top. "Huh, strange...I'll take it though, maybe sell it for a few bits..." you say. You decide to take a quick nap by the spring in an offshoot of the cave.
When you wake, the staff is gone, but you notice an enormous pile of treasure in front of you. You start to cheer, but then you realize you're in a crude, but strong, cell carved into the wall. Oh, great, your backpack of supplies is gone too...
You start to feel incredibly nervous, obviously you went into an inhabited cave, and have no idea how you aren't being cooked by flames. After what seems like hours, you hear an angry female voice.
"What were you doing with my sceptre?!?"
A dragoness steps into the luminescent crystal light of the cave. She's a bit shorter than you, is wearing golden armor, and her scales are a nice shade of azure. "U-um, miss dragoness, ma'am, err, I was just...staying here for the night, and I found it..oh God, please don't torch me..." you stutter out.
"Dragonlord Ember. Remember that,” she demands of you.
"Yes..."
"You look like a tasty snack. But I'll cut you some slack. You stay here in my cave and you're my servant. You do anything I say and it's non negotiable. Otherwise you're lunch,” Dragonlord Ember threatens.
Hmmm, fight to the death and preserve dignity, or become a dragoness's bitch? You pussy out. "Ok ok, I'll serve you, don't eat me!!"
"Good. Stay away from my hoard, and you sleep in there. What's your name?" she asks.
"Anon,” you reply.
"Ok Anon, take this pickaxe, and mine me a variety of ores from my cave. If you try to escape, I'll have the entire Dragon Lands hunt you down,” she says, handing you a simple, but sharp pick. You shakily step out of your cell when she unlocks it, and take the pickaxe.
She shows you to another offshoot, this time filled with veins of ores. You begin mining from the walls, striking chunks of adamantite, iron, copper, tin, and even some coal, extracting the occasional gem. After about half an hour, you return to her with a sack of ores.
You can tell that sceptre of hers is magical, and running is suicide.
She sniffs them, and starts munching on them. "Not bad, Anon. I bet you're hungry,” she says, mouth full of coal. "N-no, Dragonlord Ember. I'm-" you try to respond.
"Cut the nervous stuttering and the bullshit. I can tell you haven't eaten for a day,” she says. She read you like a book.
"So what have you got?" you ask. "Come with me,” she says, pulling you along. You follow her deeper into the cave. The lantern she gave you back lights up her lower body, and you notice your Dragonlord's feet.
Ever since coming here, you've only seen one pair of feet. It was another dragon's, but he was a servant of the princess of friendship. You do miss the ability to look at feet back on Earth... It was refreshing to see smooth-looking feet again, instead of hooves.
Ember shows you to an incredibly cold section of her cave, filled up with a selection of meats from who-knows-where. "The dragons bring me all sorts of meats that I simply don't really need. This will be your food,” she says, showing you around.
You're overjoyed, if you could get a fire going.
"I dont care if you don't like it, Anon. This is all you get,” the dragon princess says, dismissively. "Quite the opposite, Dragonlord. I love meats!" you respond, happily.
"Well then. Seems you're quite happy here already."
"The only problem is, I need to heat it before i can eat it...it'd kill me…” you add. She sighs and rolls her eyes. You and her walk back to her hoard, and you stay behind her. While walking back to the hoard, you notice that her walk has a natural-looking sway to it.
Damn, those curves...
She throws you a few logs. After you finish setting them up, she uses her breath to light them. You sit down and cook up your meat. Maybe what your dad taught you about cooking turned out to be useful after all…
When you take a bite, it turns out to be pork. "Thank you Ember, I apprec-" you try to be polite, but she interjects.
"Dragonlord Ember."
"Dragonlord Ember...is there anything else I need to do...?" you ask. "No, Anon. Back in your cell, it's late and I want to sleep,” she says, waving you off. You sigh and walk back in behind bars, and she locks the door behind you.
You curl up uncomfortably on the nest of hay she calls a bed. At least the cell has a chute to shit down...
Ember curls up on her hoard and falls asleep rather quickly. You manage to sleep as well. The next morning, you wake up, with quite a sore back. Ember wakes up soon afterwards. "Sleep well, Anon? I hope you did, because you have a day of service ahead,” she asks, confirming that this was no nightmare.
"Barely....My back feels broken,” you grunt, sitting up. "Haha! Quit being a whiner and make me a sapphire omelette or you're breakfast yourself,” Ember demands.
This bitch.
You grumble quietly as you read the recipe tablet for it that she carved. Eventually, her breakfast is cooked, and so is yours. You both eat in silence. She beckons you over.
"Anon, over here,” your namby-pamby dragon princess calls out. You finish off your bacon and walk over to her. She sits back on her hoard. "I want a massage. If you try to turn it into sex, like ponies normally do, I will be happy to tear your fingers off,” she threatens, honing her claws.
The thought of sex with her both arouses you and chills you.
She spreads her arms. "Shoulders."
"Alright..." you sigh. You walk behind her and grasp her shoulders. Scaly, but smooth. And a good amount of muscle.
You begin to rub her tense shoulders. She melts at your touch.
"Ohhh...wh...whatever you are...I'm gonna...keep you around..." Ember moans out.
”I’m a human,” you say indignantly, but she ignores you. She sighs deeply, enjoying your fingers digging into her worked-up muscles, as you move your hands to her neck. You decide to take a few gems from her hoard, and feed them to her as she gets rubbed. Maybe it'll at least get you out of the cell...
She happily chews on the various jewels you give her to eat. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, you pull your hand back to scratch your head, and when it returns to her neck, your fingers slip.
Right onto her breasts.
She jolts up from her position, growling in rage. As you attempt to run from her, she grabs the sceptre, and flies above you. As she clocks you over the head with it, everything goes black.
"Ughhhhh....owwww..." You slowly wake up in an unknown place. You try to rub your throbbing head, but you realize you're on your knees, and your head and arms are in stone stocks. Ember walks into the room.
"Finally awake, eh...what did i tell you about turning that rub into sex?!" she angrily shouts.
"But-"
"No buts, slave. I have the most humiliating punishment for an underling such as yourself,” she growls, locking her angry eyes with yours. She sits on a gold stool, stretching her legs toward your face. Her blue, entirely smoothened soles are pressing against your cheeks.
She smiles maliciously at you, as you feel blood flowing to a lower area...
"Lick my feet, slave. ALL over. This will teach you to respect your superior here. Below my feet is a position for you,” she demands. You blush hard against her soles. She definitely feels your cheeks heating up on them.
"'Warming' up to my lovely feet, slave? Hah!" she taunts. She pinches your nose between two of her toes, and you try to act unwilling as you start dragging your tongue up and down her left foot. The claws wiggle on your face, and you hold back a gasp, as you begin to lick harder, relishing the strange taste of dragon toes.
She pulls her left foot back slightly, tilting it downwards, and holds the back of your head with her right foot. ”Kiss it,” Ember commands. You close your eyes and comply, kissing her left foot all over. She covers her mouth and blushes.
"Wow, s-slave...so obedient..."
You try to get a taste of her right foot, but she pulls it away, and places it on the side of your neck, along with the left one. You and her both look at each other, faces flushed red. "This is supposed to be humiliating, slave...why are you enjoying this?" she questions. "Sorry, Dragonlord, I-" you try to say.
She covers your face with her strong, firm soles. "LICK HARDER,” she roars. You obey, snaking your tongue between her toes slowly and sensually. Through her toe spaces, you can see her biting her lip. You make sure you cover both of her shapely dragoness feet in your saliva, sucking at her toes quite hard.
You feel her claws wiggle in your mouth, tapping on your tongue. As you slide your tongue all over her quivering feet, she lets out a sexy chortle. You smile, nibbling at her feet and enjoying how easy it is to run your tongue over her soles and on her claws.
She lets out a full blown giggle.
You moan on her soles softly as you slide your tongue over them faster. She's madly blushing and laughing hard now. "H-hey! Stop that, slahahave!!” your Dragonlord demands between giggles. Your grin becomes wider as you dart your tongue between her feet in your mouth.
She growls and yanks them from your tongue's clutches. "Slave, when I say stop, you'd better stop doing that..." she angrily says. She folds her arms and walks behind you.
"Now, you'll get your most humiliating punishment yet..." she whispers teasingly. You feel her claws slash your pants off your legs, barely missing your thighs, and she burns the pants up. She sees your throbbing erection.
"Wow, you were aroused by my punishment? I mean, I know, my feet are something to marvel at...but they didn't make you feel shame. Perhaps this will,” she suggests.
You can't see it because she's behind you, but she slides her feet between your legs and grasps your member between them. You let out a loud moan at the gentleness of the grip of her smooth, beautiful soles. She smiles a wicked smile, and begins exploring your hard length with her scaly, flexible feet.
Up and down, back and forth, her slickened feet caress your member with such expertise. You keep moaning as her toes move down to your balls, curling around them carefully. You hear her rubbing herself behind you as you twitch very hard, as she slides your length between each and every one of her toe spaces.
She pulls her feet back, licking up the precum from them, loudly, deliberately. "Mmmm, someone's a bit needy, are they? Beg,” Ember commands.
"D-dragonlord Ember, c-cant take much more...I n-need to release...on your d-divine feet...so bad...I'm not worthy…” you whine to her.
She returns her feet to you, squeezing your cock between both of her dexterous blue feet. You almost cry out in pleasure as her toes curl around your tip. Her soles stroke harder and faster, one moving upwards, while another moves downwards on your dick. You can't hold on any longer.
As one of her feet curls and grips your sack again, while the other one squeezes your length between her toes, you grunt in pleasure as you release harder than you ever have in your life. Ember finishes unbelievably hard at the very same time, relishing the warm throbbing of your member between her toes.
She quickly gets on her belly and puts her soles facing upwards, so they take the full warmth of the seed shooting off on them.
You're both exhausted, but she hobbles over to the stocks, and manages to release you, before returning to her hoard, and collapsing onto it. "A-anon, over here..." Ember pants out. "C-coming Dragonlord...." you comply gasping for air. You collapse next to her, holding her tightly in your arms.
"Th-this never leaves the cave, got it? And call me Ember…” she says. You laugh and just hug her, making her blush quite hard and pout.
”You'll be doing a lot of work on my feet..."
You're ok with being a dragoness's foot slave.
Author's Note
I loved writing about Ember...a personal favorite character of mine. I can't wait to see her in the future episodes of season 7...
