Author's Note
So this story is supposed to be in a universe where only dragons are anthro. That's goofy, I know, but it's clear why I did that once you read through
Edit: I’m desperate for a comment
Your new life
Your metal shackles and chain clanked as the array of creatures you were chaingang-ed to walked along a gravel path amidst the rocky terrain of the Dragon Empire. The dragons that were holding you captive had taken orders to wake up and bring all the detainees for the dragon lord to inspect. For what reason you had no Idea, but the dragon guards were being uptight and brutal to anyone who even spoke or walked slightly out of line. Probably making sure they looked good in front of whoever this dragon boss was.
You surveyed the rock castle ahead and the others beside you. In front, there were two stallions and one griffon in the line, and attached behind was a diamond dog, a few more stallions, and a hippogriff. There were also two dragon guards that had been leading you in full armor.
“Hurry this shit up, I don’t have all day,” you were purposely testing the patience of the guards.
“One more word, human, and I’ll rip your tongue out of its mouth hole,” the armored dragon Brimstone replied. You rolled your eyes at that. She was the biggest push over you’ve met in equestria. Brimstone and her partner, Blast, had made quick work of capturing up slaves to use for the dragon empire. They nabbed you right outside of Ponyville while on your first quest of official pony business. Funny enough you didn’t make it a mile out of Ponyville before these brutes captured you and hauled you away on slave drawn cart.
“Halt,” Brimstone’s voice made you and the line freeze once you had reached the area in front of the castle’s double door entrance. The armored anthro dragon called out to the castle door as though she was talking to no one at all, “Dragon Lord Ember, I, Brimstone, have brought you the slaves that you requested.” The doors gave several thuds and metallic sounds like they were unlocking in response.
As the doors opened, a figure could be made clear. A dragon in complete golden armor covering almost all of its body except for some small areas where you could see blue scales was standing in the middle of more guards. The lord walked out to where you were whilst carrying a tall scepter adorned with a glowing red stone. Just like the others it was anthro and humanoid, but dare you say, it was a she. Despite the golden armor being mostly and spartan and utilitarian, your brain followed its animalistic tendencies and couldn’t help but focus your eyes on what appeared to be a curvy and rather busty female dragoness underneath.
“What is this?” Ember wasn’t pleased at the selection of slaves as she surveyed us.
“I... I knew you were in need of more help at the castle and-”
“You appear to have missed the purpose,” Ember interjected. Each time Ember talked her helmet undulated. Brimstone, the one who usually made it her job to rough up and intimidate her group of slaves, was the one getting nervous.
Ember looked down the line at all of us in the chain of misfit goons. “I do not like stallions, and you should have known that by now.”
“But they have been so helpful at the mines hauling our ore, pushing jewel carts.”
Ember must have gone from flustered to outraged at the apparent lack of comprehension, “Look at this selection. I cannot position a stallion or griffon how I’d like, diamond dogs are hideous, hippogriffs are not in my taste, and…” Ember stopped. Her squinting eyes were visible in her armor’s eye sockets.
“Me? Oh, I’m human, your highness…, and before you give your fucking judgement of how I look, I suggest not wasting time for the both of us. I’ve got places to be. I’m needed in Canterlot, and us parting our ways would be for the best, especially if you don’t want a pony goddess kicking down your castle door once I’ve been lost too long,” you almost couldn’t believe your rant that you laid down, but you kept your composure and a strong veneer.
Brimstone decided she wasn’t having any of it and began to walk towards you in an attempt to slap some sense into you. “I’ve had enough of your ignorant mouth, and now that Lord Ember doesn’t want you-,” Brimstone was cut off by Ember’s grasp on her shoulder.
“No need,” Ember decided to confront you herself. Now that she had come closer, you could see the sheer size of her physique. The top of your head was at her shoulder, and she must have been quite muscular to sport so much metal armor. Still, you stared up at Ember defiantly. Anything that the dragon slavers wanted you to fall in line with, you weren’t giving them. Ember’s eyes narrowed in her helmet as her free hand was placed on her hip as though she was ready to scold a child.
“Set the others free. I want this one.”
Ember’s tight grip on your wrist had you almost dragging the soles of your shoes at some points while the two of you went down her castle’s corridor. She paid no attention to your struggling as you went. Her strength and the fact that she was preoccupied with what she planned to do with her new slave had her thoughts elsewhere. You finally reached what appeared to be her personal bedchamber and you stopped. The room was lit with gas lights, the walls were covered in horizontal wood paneling and stone work. It was quite spacious, and that came at no surprise to you as she was the main bitch in charge.
Ember walking and pulling once more led you to her bed. You were thrown down atop of it and sat upward. Ember took her time to remove her helmet and reveal herself above you. Amazingly, the dragoness was one of the most ascetically pleasing beings you'd ever seen. Ember studied you further with her scrutinous eyes.
You decided to finally speak after the awkward staring contest, “So... is this what you consider fun before you murder your catch? Attempting to intimidate and bully me? Kill me or release me, but do not waste my time. You’ve proven who is stronger and authoritative. Enough.” Ember didn’t respond as she stood. She waited several seconds before breaking out into a hearty chuckle.
“Oh, human. I have no plan to kill you, but I do recognize that your kind must be as thick-headed as my guards. Have you not realized what I want out of a slave yet?”
You shook your head.
“I need a pleasure giver that I can come back to after I return from adventures and battles. Your attitude and defiant nature seems like it will be fun to break, and your body is quite pleasing.”
Now the knowledge had been dropped upon you like a lead weight. Ember finally found a suitable, anthropomorphic mate that she could get off with, and it was you. Even more concerning was her apparent interest in making you submit. A mix of fear and excitement was what you felt as she definitely seemed like a someone who could break a pelvis or two.
“I am only concerned that your smaller frame may not be able to handle the roughness of dragon mating.”
You gulped.
“I will return In one hour. When I come back, your introductory lesson for helping my urges will begin.”
And with that, the door was slammed and locked, leaving your brain rushing to form an escape plan. In the opposite corner of the room, an armor stand that she used only had her helmet on it from when she removed it earlier and a dagger hung on the wall behind it with another empty holder that her scepter must’ve gone on. You rush over and picked up the weapon. It had to of had a blade that was just about half a foot long with one side of serrated teeth for wood.
You ran the scenario out in your head and determined that a weapon like this was obviously not sufficient to defend yourself against Ember so it had to be used to somehow hack and slice your way out. The chamber did have a window with thin metal poles that could possibly be sawed at to a point that you could escape, but the room was also in the second story and overlooking the courtyard. There was no other alternative so you went with it considering you had no way of tracking time.
The hardened steel of the blade was proving to be more resilient to ware than the metal that made up the bars of the window. There was three of them and you had totally sawed the base and top of the first bar. Now you were on your second. Considering it was night and there was a ledge you could drop out to, it was looking to be an easy escape, but you still didn’t know how much time had gone.
Unfortunately, the teeth had dulled which was allowing the blade to get snagged in the gash that the dagger made. Once the top of the second bar was gone through, you started work on the bottom, but a forceful thrust let the hot and dulling teeth lock up in the narrow slot that you cut. You pulled with all your strength to get it back out. In the most sick and twisted form of luck, the blade bent and became deformed from the pulling, and now at a 45 degree angle, it was useless. “Fuck,” you said under you breath. It was no matter though, as Ember had begun to open the door with the metal plates signalling you impending doom.
You did what came naturally in you fight or flight instincts. Grabbing the knife you backed up against the wall and watch the door open slowly. Ember walked in and held her ground while brandishing a rope. “Stay back… I-I’m not your toy,” you certainly weren’t very convincing. This was especially apparent when Ember simply rolled her eyes. Not paying attention to you, she began to remove her armor pieces and place them on the stand. One by one, her body was slowly revealed. Wow. Ember was muscular, curvy, busty, and much taller than you.
“Just as I expected. You're a fighter. Luckily I brought my rope.”
Ember now was only a foot away from your wielded dagger. A quick move by Ember that left your unpracticed/non-existent martial arts skills in the dust had knocked the blade from your hand and pinned your right wrist to the wall behind you. Ember did the same with your left. Then, the naked amazonian dragoness was face to face and was seemingly ready smother you. Her large breasts taking up all your vision and her hot breath could be felt on your forehead as she leaned above you.
“You’ll submit, but first…”
Ember brought her muzzle to your face and tried to insert her tongue inside you. Your lips barely made any resistance as it caught you off guard and there wasn’t any real way for you too avoid her passionate kiss due to her successful hold on you. Ember’s tongue was unbelievably soft in your mouth. Her saliva tasted like very faintly of ale and you finally shut your shocked eyes.
All of your exotic oral anatomy had Ember’s interest in you peaked.
“Mmmm,” Ember was moaning into your mouth.
At this point your arms were limp and still un-needingly held up next to your head. Ember seemed to be satisfied as she finally broke away.
“You’re very unique human. I’m going to enjoy this, but I can’t have you trying anything funny like what you just did with that knife, can I…”
Ember’s rope now came into play as she bound your hands.
“Before I breed you, I should let you know that dragons do something called foreplay.”
“I don’t need an explanation,” you informed her.
“Well in that case…” Ember forced you down onto your knees. You anxiously awaited what it was that she wanted out of you, but you knew full well that she wanted your mouth put to work. Ember stayed locked in eye contact before she got impatient.
“It’s not going to lick itself.”
Your head was grasped by her powerful but gentle hands, and your face was pulled towards her crotch. Getting closer, you could smell the extent at which she was turned on. It was like being bathed in an estrogenic fog of sexuality. Embers pussy was incredibly warm and soft on your face while it left several spots of fluid on your nose and lips.
“You can get an air break once you’ve worked for it.”
WIth that, you finally took your first real lick of dragon pussy.
“Good boy”
Ember’s hands kept you buried in between her legs. You worked your tongue upward with a long and experimental stroke. Ember’s lower body flinched once you got to the top. Not wanting to upset your mistress, you continued with the slow and steady pace. Each time you finished the upstroke with your tongue, Ember’s palms made another round, massaging your head and scalp. You went at it for several minutes until Ember spoke up.
“That’s enough.” Ember’s words were short and authoritative but with a hint of contentment. “Come to the bed.”
Total apprehensiveness overtook you as Ember began to undress you of your tattered human clothing. You were completely unveiled. Once you were up and naked, you were laid upon Ember’s mattress. Ember mounted your abdomen with your erection ever so slightly making contact with her backside. Before you’d let her forcefully take you, one last small bit of defiance made your bound arms and free legs thrash in an attempt to break free.
Not wise, as Ember responded with a hand to your throat. You finally settled due to the chokehold you were in. Ember didn’t not asphyxiate you, but simply grasped your neck as forewarning if you continued on your path of resistance. You had no choice but to accept being the bottom for the dragoness that was going to cowgirl your pelvis to a pulp.
“Now, boy, I’ll take you.”
Time slowed down as Ember’s powerful thighs raised up and came down excruciatingly slow on the tip of your manhood. The hand at your throat made it hard to see and raise you head, but you could just make out yourself being enveloped entirely by Ember’s entrance. It was as if you had taken some sort of drug to make your neurons give you sensory overload. Every nerve and inch of your dick was communicating at hyper speed with your cranium from the mix of emotions and physical envelopment.
This was wrong! This was rape! This was sex with a being that wasn’t even your same species! This was so good…
“Ahh”
Ember gave a few satisfied groans with you completely inside her. Then, she raised herself up to slam back down. Your pelvis took her full weight and your dick took the hot, wet tightness.
“I’m going to ride you a while before I’m finished. Don’t cum early, or I might have to get creative.”
Now your struggle was amplified. Ember began to ride you sporadically. There was no rhythm due to her carnal urges to have a mate stretching and filling her. Wth her breasts bouncing, her ass slapping against your pelvis, her tongue lolling out, she took every bit of you there was. She was getting closer to orgasm. It wasn’t so much the actual feeling of penetration but the power play and the depravity of it all. She finally got her toy.
“I need your cum, boy.”
There was no holding back any longer as your cock twitched and shot a full load of human DNA into Ember’s awaiting womb. She was cooing and praising your wonderful job. Ember felt every jet of cum inside her and rode out a chain of orgasms on your abused lower body. She continued on your hyper-sensitive glans for several dozen humps.
Finally, Ember was satisfied. She lifted off your waist while your jizz leaked out. Every part of you was sore. She patted your shoulder and kissed your forehead in appreciation.
“I’ll require this service tomorrow.”
