One For All

by Star Smash

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Spike, Smolder, Non-consensual, Random, Sex, Garble, Ember
Length: 7987

Power. Magic. Friendship. Responsibility. Impregnation. Ember’s title of Dragon Lord brings all of these and more as she and her position are caught in a perverse plan to breed and subjugate all dragons.

Ever since becoming Dragon Lord, Ember feels as if she has incurred the sexual needs of every dragon under her rule. Not only is this the case, but the physcial state of every dragon has been connected to her body as well. A mysterious assailant plans to take full advantage of this in a plan to impregnate every single dragon in Equestria at once.

The story is littered with smut and fetishes, exposition, and dialogue. There’s something for everybody, just check it out.

Warnings: Heat, Masturbation, Rape, Impregnation, Gender Transformation, Species-wide and simultaneous sex

Published 2018-08-06 14:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-08-06 14:20:01 UTC

Bodily Connections

Heat. You’d think being raised in the Dragon Lands would prepare a creature for any amount of otherwise unbearable heat. And in a sense, it did. Any dragon could easily swim the hottest lava or trek through the most blazing of infernos without even breaking a sweat. Ember was no exception. However, she was damn well sure that any dragon would instantly crumble at the heat she now felt exuding from within her.

She had gone through similar periods of excruciating heat before, back when she wasn’t Dragon Lord. Similar to the external heat she could easily brush off, those previous instances of internal warmth were just as ineffective at disturbing her normal routine. Those instances, she thought, were definitely over.

Since becoming Dragon Lord, Ember had noticed a few gradual changes to her body. Her scales had gained a shimmer about them that began to rival some of the duller gems she ate in brightness. Her senses seemed to become more acute, and she was increasingly aware of every single detail of the world around her. But the most noticeable change, at least the one that was screaming at her in the moment, was the undeniable worsening of her burning, sexual needs.

Ember felt as if the fire of a thousand dragons was spewing within her, blasting within every crevice of her body, searching for a way to escape. However, with the well insulated scales that a dragon hide provides, the internal inferno remained trapped within Ember, with only some heat managing to radiate out of her even hotter pussy.

This change was particularly bothersome due to its extremely intimate and personal nature. Considering this change began as soon as she took up the mantle of the one dragon with the most possible social responsibility, she often took to cursing her misfortune. It was bad enough she had to suffer like this, but she had to try to keep it in check as she traveled her lands, trying to meet new dragons and fulfill her rule.

Some would say, however, she was lucky. They would presume that an opportunity to meet many, many dragons would be the perfect solution to quell her burning needs. That is, after all, a surefire way of doing so. Ember realized this point, but quickly dismissed the logic as that of a horny teen with no responsibility or care for dignitary image. What would other nations, and her own species, say if they knew the Dragon Lord was constantly at the mercy of her own body and needed a powerful drake to rut her senseless just to keep in check?

The storm of anguish that plauged Ember as she tried coming to terms with her sexual fate did little but contribute to an overall state of disorientation and desperation. She often wondered if this problem affected every Dragon Lord, but quickly halted her train of thought before she tried to picture her father going through what she was now. With slight disgust and a regretful groan, Ember could do nothing but assume that this may have been how she was born.

Finally directing her thoughts away from her father’s possible intimate experiences, Ember refocused her attentions on her current situation. As had been the case lately, she had just suffered through a day of dealing with regional disputes and organizing gem excavations in the midst of keeping her legs closed and her eyes off the crotches of every viable drake she came across. Finally, she had finished her daily duties and escaped to the cave that had been furnished for her as a new Dragon Lord.

Originally, she objected to having an overly traditional, impersonal place to have to live, yet the surprising class (at least by dragon standards), quickly changed her mind. Plus, as she was the only one allowed to enter, it proved a great location for going to town on the multiple phallic sculptures she had crafted out of gems. It had repulsed her at first, that she had took so low measures as to reduce prized gems to sexual toys. But when the rarer gems had begun to be somewhat effective at getting her off, she soon silenced her worries.

It was in such a situation Ember found herself now, deep within the depths of her cave haven. The Bloodstone Scepter’s slight glow being the only illumination in the dark passage she had laid down in. With humorous reflection did Ember chuckle at the notion that a similar dark, warm passage was about to be thoroughly explored. However, her mental joke soon shifted into more perverted thoughts of what was to come.

Tensing her eyelids shut to removal to the last of the light around her, Ember allowed herself to for the first time that day to fully focus on the heat coursing through her body. It was only during these periods of pure attention to her needs that she was able to distinguish the specifics of her body’s agonizing calls. In general, it still felt as if the whole of her body was on fire, burning from the inside out. However, a little focus revealed that the heat seemed to be concentrating on her breasts and pussy. Her boobs, which had become as soft and sensitive as the rest of her underbelly, had inflated slightly. And it feels as if this extra size had been the effect of pockets of lava, bubbling and burning within each one.

Worse yet was her pussy. The heat given off from her puffy lips provided her with a slight tingle that never went away, a constant reminder of her need to fuck. Past her slick opening, her tight canal pulsed and writhed with a pattern of increasingly burgeoning heat. The gradual increase in temperature the further into her body she went still applied. She was quite sure the opening to her womb could melt stone and that the desperate pocket itself was hotter than a god’s furnace. With every passing second, her nethers constricted, as if they were in crying to lament that they may never be satisfied.

Although similarly remorseful, at least Ember was conscious enough to know that what she was about to do would bring a momentary escape to her burning, personal hell. Sweat had begun dripping from her body in anticipation for the the ravish she was about to unleash upon herself. The fact that this sweat sizzled and turned to steam as soon as it hit her furnace of scales only filled her head with more thoughts of proceeding pleasure. Ember’s tongue rolled out of her mouth and her breaths turned heavy as she began searching in the dark for what would release her from this state.

The normally chilled floor of the cave was comfortingly warm as Ember dragged her scorching claw along it. It seemed almost a chilly location when she had arrived, however her haven had turned into a massive sauna as she unconsciously spread her heat to her surroundings. Moving her claws and searching for one of her prized gems, Ember’s talon finally brushed along the familiar shape of a long, hard stone.

Ember had come to favorite a certain number of her gem-based pussy pounders, one of which she now eagerly grasped tightly in her claw. A particularly large ruby, the gem wasn’t the longest she had but its peculiarly wide base made it easy to fantasize another dragon was in her while using it. Rather than become dull through repeated use, as one might suspect, the ruby had acquired a sheen after each treatment, a product of its being bathed in Ember’s sticky, shiny juices.

Seemingly unable to waste another second, Ember controlled her now rapid breathing and slowly brought the gem to her nethers. A slight gasp escaped her panting mouth as she felt the tip of the ruby brush against her moist slit. Enjoying the pleasure and desiring more, Ember swiftly pushed her toy in a few inches. Her whole body shuddered in approval, as she felt the heat spike within her and her walls clenched around the ruby in obvious excitement.

Adjusting to the sudden, if not self-inflicted, intrusion of her depths, Ember slowly and sensually guided the gem further and further within her. It likely would not have taken much to please Ember with the desperate state she was in, yet the dragoness felt as if the ruby was doing its work perfectly. Every claw-crafted edge rubbed against her most sensitive spots and the full weight of the gem provided a general pressure in her vagina that was indescribable. Ember lost any battle within herself to control her breathing and gave in to nearly heaving as she began to move her toy within her.

If any dragon could see her now, she was sure they would be somewhat appalled by what had become of their Dragon Lord. Their normally confident and sensible ruler had been reduced to a panting, single-minded mess of a creature who was busy being railed by an object of her own creation. Picking up speed, however, Ember lost any care she still might of had about her image, using her claw to thrust the gem further and further inside her. A massive gasp then escaped her as she finally felt the ruby’s end pressure the entrance to her womb. In that moment, Ember was somewhat thankful she was currently at the mercy of a stone rather than another dragon, as she was sure she would not have the willpower to stop a living partner from actually breaching her furthest depths.

“That is something, I presume, we’ll have to test shortly.”

A sudden, unknown voice immediately broke Ember out of the singularly sexual mindset she had incurred. Her insides now burned with both the heat of unfinished fulfillment of her need and the heat of overwhelming embarrassment at the prospect that she had been caught in such an act. However, any such embarrassment quickly morphed into anger as the thought of another dragon entering the home of the Dragon Lord unsettled her more sensible thoughts.

In a motion surprisingly expedient for a dragon who had been so suddenly ripped from a sensual moment, Ember spun around on the cave floor, leaping onto her legs and assuming a defensive stance. Her claw detracted itself from her ruby lover and joined her other one to make a pair of angrily clenched fists. However, her tail soon shot down to cover her now dripping lips from further sight of whoever the voice belonged to.

“You better be fucking prepared to deal with coming in here!” Ember bellowed into the darkness, as she was still unable to see any detail of what was around her. “Show yourself and submit and I might do something else than ripping you to shreds!”

“Submit? From what I just witnessed, I wouldn’t take you as the dominant type.”

Rather than leap forward and assault the source of the voice as Ember normally would have done, she froze and a shiver went down her spine that clashed greatly with the raging heat everywhere else in her body. Free of her sexual submission, Ember was able to hear the voice more clearly, yet she almost wish she hadn’t. The extremely deep and shockingly suave tone of her visitor was unsettling to say the least. The worst, however, is how it lacked any distinct origin. Every word spoke seemed to just appear in her mind and ears as if they were her own thoughts.

“Close, my dear Ember. While they are not your own thoughts, I am certainty sending my words directly to the source as it were.” The omniscient and rumbling speech was interrupted quickly by a chuckle that to Ember sounded like a feral cackling. “But don’t worry, I believe soon we shall be thinking much the same.”

“Who...who are you? Where are you!? Show yourself!”

“Well you are the Dragon Lord; I must follow as directed.”

Rivaling the shock that came to her from when the voice first broke up her sex-fueled actions, Ember was once again caught off guard by a sudden, blinding light that came from the side of the cave. The flash lasted only a moment and when it ceased, the previously dark cavern was left continuously illuminated just enough that she could make out a large shape near the wall. Although still dark, Ember’s eyes adjusted enough to the little light available to her. The distressed Dragon Lord used said eyes to glare daggers at her unwelcome visitor. However, her eyes soon broke the glare and widened in shock as she took in the sight before her.

It was indeed another dragon that had unjustly entered her cave and interrupted her personal moment. She couldn’t make much of their details, just that their figure was undeniably larger and bulkier than her own. Yet they also carried a sturdiness to their limbs, tail, and head that gave off an intimidating shadow. In fact, Ember could not fully presume which figure was its shadow and which was the dragon. Her new company appeared fully black, yet she was unsure if this was their natural scale color or a product of the darkness in the cave. The most intimidating facet of this new image, however, was the fact that the cave’s sudden light was emanating from her own Bloodstone Scepter, an item the mysterious dragon was now carrying in their right claw.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!? I’m your Dragon Lord! What do you think gives you the right to enter my cave and steal myYYY!” Ember’s rant was shortly cut off by a sudden spike in her internal temperature. Although incredibly hot, this was the first instance in which her body had risen to a point of distinct pain. At the same time of this internal assault, the Bloodstone Scepter glowed a menacing red. As Ember reeled from the unexpected pain, the shadowy dragon before her emitted a sound of amusement, revealing a set of dangerously pointed teeth as they opened their maw to comment.

“Hush, my Dragon Lord. Do not speak. It is my time to explain our places.”

Whether by the intimidating command in their voice or the still faint pain within her, Ember momentarily headed the words of her challenger and stayed begrudgingly silent.

“Good.” The dragon continued to mutter commands, yet now began moving closer to Ember. “I must say, of all the Dragon Lords we’ve been subjected to, you are by far the most compliant.” Their last phrase seemed to shake Ember’s core as the combination of its begin spoken aloud and within her mind utterly disturbed her. With an accentuation of this disturbance, the dragon swiftly rose her scepter and brought it down onto the cave floor, creating a dramatic thud that forced Ember to her knees. Now fearfully gazing upwards at this dragon, she could now distinctly make out that it was a daunting male with sharp, gold eyes. His scales weren’t completely black but were an intimidating shade of menacing grey.

“Y...you can’t...” Ember was unsure if she had enough control to finish her threat as it was, yet the combination of her worsening heat and his sharp glare definitely ceased any attempts to.

“I can do many things, that I assure you. Many things you could not even dream of.” A slight hint of annoyance entered his voice that made his presence all the more threatening to a kneeling Ember. Yet the dragon quickly caught himself and with a small, toothy grin, continued to speak eerily smooth. “Or should I say, many things you can’t yet dream of. But I am here because of what you can do.”

Although Ember saw no visible motion by the dragon, she could swear she felt a scaly claw brush up against her cheek.

“Blessed as our Dragon Lord, you have been given power over our species that not even your predecessors have come to realize. I have been waiting, Ember. Waiting for a ruler that could either come to use this power, or could come to be used by me. “Which do you assume you are?” Failing to respond with any vocal cue, the fear in Ember’s eyes was enough to provide the dominating assailant with his answer. “Correct.”

At this point, Ember wasn’t sure what to make of any given part of her current situation. The burning within her halted any attempt at coherent thought. And although she was undoubtably paralyzed by fear and confusion, she couldn’t help but notice how this dragon’s presence kept the sexual feelings of her previous moment alive and close to the front of her mind. The quivering form of the Dragon Lord was a culmination of fear, discomfort, and absolute horniness.

“Oh? Still wanting to continue with what you were doing, I see. I’ll be happy to oblige in short time.” The notion of this dragon’s control over her extending to a more sexual nature both revolted and intrigued her, as did the realization that he had access to whatever she was thinking.

“And that brings me to the first part as to why I am here. Dragon Lord is a title that distinguishes rule over all our kind, but it is still just a title. The real source of your rule, your power? This.” In reference to his speech, the dark dragon lifted Ember’s scepter form the cave floor once again, with Ember’s eyes momentarily drifting from his dominating figure to her rightful possession.

“Dragon Lords have come and gone, and they have all used this relic as nothing more than a fancy walking stick. Tell me, Ember, did you know you could do what I am doing now to any dragon?” Piling onto to the storm of emotions coursing through her mind, Ember was forced to add disquieting shock and inexplicable guilt at the revelation of her own abilities.

“This scepter fundamentally connects you to every other dragon out there. It gives a direct path from your mind to their minds. And from your body to theirs.” The way he rumbled his last sentence filled Ember’s mind once again with more sensual ideas, yet she quickly wondered if this was another product of the dragon’s manipulations.

“As divine as these abilities are, I do not desire them myself. They are, after all, reserved for our Dragon Lord...” He now moved fully towards Ember, reaching a position just in front of her and slowly lowering to look her in the eye. The disparity between her desperate sight and his determined gaze seemed to spark the air around them. “And that, my dear, is you.”

For what seemed like the hundredth time in that past moments, Ember was taken by unwitting surprise. This time, the mysterious drake handling her assailant swiftly closed the gap between their maws, locking Ember in a tight kiss. Her previous panting and drained state gave full access to the dragon, who snaked his tongue around Ember’s and pressed his lips passionately against hers.

Ember could only moan, both in appreciation and distress, as his assault on her mind had reached one on her body. Such an attack would soon escalate, however, as she felt him shift his body onto hers. Still trapped within the kiss, Ember could feel the dragon begin to snake his body around hers, making sure to brush every part of her side with his own as he did so. Eventually, he broke away and Ember gasped for air in a desperate attempt to gain any sense of reality. When she did, she observed that he was now completely behind her and leaning slightly onto her back hide and wings.

“You really are burning up, aren’t you,” he now whispered into her ear, and the thought of another experiencing her heat made Ember blush even in the horrid context of her current situation. “I can fix that.” Ember had no more doubts about what was to come to her, and yet with no viable way of resisting, could only begin to tear up and droop her head in regret and pity. She couldn’t see how she could face any other dragon again, much less the ones she cared about. How could she guide Spike or care for Smolder if she couldn’t even stop this from happening?

“Thinking of your friends? You really are a new kind of Dragon Lord. But don’t worry, they have their own parts in all of this.” A fresh wave of hidden anger hit Ember at the thought of this dragon going after others, but her rage was halted by the Bloodstone Scepter’s sudden change in color. Her assailant was using his left claw to hold her body against his and continued using his right to hold the scepter at a place just in front of her field of vision. The dark shade of red that had previously backlit Ember’s ordeal had shifted into a more vivid shade, one of a more pinkish hue. The surprise finally jostled Ember enough to speak.

Although it came out as barely more than a whisper, she managed to heave out a “What are you doing?”

Rather than responding with another calculated monologue, the dragon behind her slowly crept his head towards her ear. He provided a quick lick, making Ember shudder, followed by a more calculated and segmented answer. “Just. Watch.”

“Hey, Spike! Ya find the thing yet or what?”

In a scene drastically different from Ember’s predicament, for the time being, two dragons were busying themselves in a private room of the School of Friendship. One of these dragons, the one who had just called out to her acquaintance, was lounging back in a wooden chair. Her feet lied crossed and firm on the table before her while her arms were stretched back in a relaxing pose behind her head. A clear mask of boredom adorned her face, as she was beginning to grow agitated with her partner’s slowness.

“Almost got it!” her younger and more cheerful counterpart returned, “I know its around here somewhere. And it’s not just some ‘thing’ Smolder, it’s an ancient text detailing the first friendship between ponies and dragons!”

As Smolder lounged in her seat, Spike was busy digging through a nearby chest of old scrolls. One of which, he knew, was exactly what he was looking for. He was already slightly embarrassed having to ask Twilight about the whereabouts of the text, as he came off the much unprepared tutor to Smolder. But if he really was going to give her a private friendship lesson like she asked, he would definitely need it.

“Whatever. Just hurry up and find it already.” With the dismissive command, Smolder closed her eyes, content to take a quick nap until whenever Spike found the scroll. However, this plan was quickly abandoned when she heard a sharp yelp come from his direction. Shooting her eyes open and darting them towards Spike, she saw him suddenly leaning over the side of the chest, his body tense in apparent agony.

“Spike, are you okay!?” The bothered and bored exterior Smolder held until this moment was replaced with one of worry and slight panic. She quickly launched from her seat and flew over to where her friend had fallen. Upon reaching him, Smolder lied a gentle claw on his back and began to nervously rub the spot between his fresh wings.

“There there, buddy,” she unconfidently comforted him. “I’ll go get help.”

Before she could turn to find anyone else, however, Smolder was stricken with her own spike of unknown affliction. Much like Spike, she let out a small gasp as it hit her and she soon fell over just beside his equally uncomfortable body. Both dragons now lied near the chest, groaning and moaning as their ghostly discomfort worsened. And then it stopped.

The slight pain and odd feelings that had downed both dragons ceased as quickly as they had begun. Yet this did not mark the end of the friends’ ordeal. In an almost immediate replacement of their discomfort, came a sense of pleasure that was just as comforting as their previous ones had been bothersome. More moans escaped Spike and Smolder, this time out of a growing lust being forced upon them from some unknown source.

“S...Spike, what’s going on?” Smolder, being the more resilient of the two, managed to recuperate enough to speak first, but was still wracked with pants as she did so. Eventually, Spike caught himself enough to return the conversation.

“I don’t...I don’t know. I just feel...hot.”

“Yeah...so do I.”

Speaking had become too tiresome in the midst of their growing body heats. As the temperatures of the two dragon’s rose, the room they were in became noticeably warmer as well. Spike and Smolder were soon aware of it becoming harder to breathe, as the rising air forced them to partake in much deeper gasps.

“This...feels...weird...” Spike lamented, as he should’ve, for his experience was beginning to diverge from that of his compatriot’s. Smolder’s heat was gradually augmenting, but remained as a general inferno that covered all of her body. The burning within Spike, however, began to direct itself, and he could feel the muscles in his back and tails as well as the fat in his cheeks and stomach, become particularly ablaze. These feelings soon changed again, as these site-particular burnings crept to different parts of his body. Spike was shivering in pure ecstasy the entire time, and only stopped when the heat landed at his chest and hips. Opening a fearful eye at what was becoming of his body, his other eye quickly shot open after in surprise.

The familiar sight of his own pudgy frame had been somehow transformed into a more slender and sleek version. He could see a lot of his baby fat had been transferred to other parts of his body. Notably his hips and chest, where his slight curves had become majorly accentuated. More surprising thought was the fact that a winking pussy stared back at him from the spot his dick used to call home. Not only that, said pussy was clearly inflamed with desire and was dripping a stream of liquid need. Spike couldn’t see it, but Smolder’s own lower lips were doing the same during her trauma. The sight was just too much for Spike and he, or rather, she, closed her eyes and laid her head back with another groan.

The dragons, both now of the female variety, were desperate to vocalize their displeasure and confusion over the situation. However, their voices fell short in their throats as their own gasps and moans blocked any attempts at coherent speech. Even if they could talk, their focus was likely too divided between the sudden burning in their pussies and the tingles fluttering through their minds. So the two remained relatively silent, wiggling around on the ground in states of enhanced sensation in a private room away from any help or answers.

“What was that!? What the fuck are you doing!?” Ember raged, spurred on by the despicable images of her friends that were flowing through her mind. Unfazed by her newly amped tone or attempts to thrash away from his grip, Ember’s captor simply continued his explanation while maintaing a tight arm around her body.

“Like I said: you’re connected. Connected to every dragon out there via this scepter. You could have used it to see them at anytime, but just like every other Dragon Lord, you were pitifully ignorant to your own command.”

Although he was explaining what she wanted to know, Ember couldn’t focus on his words, as she was busy struggling and fighting against every aspect of her situation. His grip, the heat within her, and the dawning feeling of dread all corroborated to keep her down.

“B...but? Spike was...He became...and...Smolder...?” It was becoming increasingly obvious that Ember’s mentality and will to fight was becoming depleted. This brought another malevolent grin to the face of the dark dragon.

“Control, Ember, control.” Whether he was referring to her apparent control over other dragons or his own over hers in the current moment escaped her, yet both thoughts filled her with relatively equal amounts of abhorrence. “You’ve seen your father call dragons to the Gauntlet, haven’t you? And you remember what happens? The glowing, the itching. Not even you can deny that the scepter gives you control over the bodies of other dragons.”

“But this is sick!? You’re sick. You...” Ember’s pleas were suddenly cut off by another crimson glow of the scepter and a subsequent spike in heat and need within her core.

“And now, I’m in control.”

“But why do you need me? Why are you telling me this? Why didn’t you just steal the scepter?” Her string of inquiries were a product of the complete disorientation Ember had been thrust into. However, as always, her assailant was eerily gleeful in his response.

“Oh, how I wish I didn’t need the aid of a sorry, ill-fated monarch like yourself. Alas, I do. I need you, Ember.” He spoke the word ‘need’ with a reverent tone that in any other circumstance would have endeared Ember towards him. “I need a vessel.”

“A...a vessel.”

“Mmm, yes. You are my vessel, my connection to every other dragon under your rule. To get to them, I need you.”

“Every dragon? What are you going to d...?” Anticipating her further questioning, he silently filled Ember’s mind with images once more. Flashes of every dragon in Equestria ran through her head. Similar to what she had already witnessed with Spike and Smolder, she could unfortunately tell that the drakes had been turned into dragoness, and each of these dragonesses, wether natural or transformed, were currently in a state of writhing need. The horrible feeling of failing her species returned to her in haste.

“Please, why?” she begged, yet instantly regretted it as Ember realized she likely didn’t want to know such an answer. The unfortunate response came to her anyways.

“In order for your connection to them to work, at least in terms of their bodies, they would need one capable of receiving what I am about to give to you.” The haunting realization of what this dragon planned to do was becoming more and more apparent and disturbing. “So once I breed you, Ember, your innate connections will transfer my seed to every dragoness now in existence, and the entire species will carry my spawn.”

“No. No! You fucking monster! Why would you want this!?”

Growing annoyed with Ember’s continued struggling and inquiry, the dragon decided to omit his previous nuances and cut to the chase.

“Penance, Dragon Lord. Consider this a punishment for the long line of feeble rulers. With every dragon full of my progeny, I’ll have my own connection to the species, one that trumps your sorry, unrealized control. I will rule and The Dragon Lands will finally have a leader who is capable of exerting rightful power.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you are insufferable. Now, I believe the time has come.”

Further than becoming annoyed with Ember, the dragon was gradually becoming aroused by her as well. The prospect of what he was about to do the Dragon Lord and the power he was finally going to realize excited him in every way. Having pinned himself to Ember’s back in order to control her, she was made aware of his readiness, as she could feel a familiar prodding begin to form over her tail.

“Wait! No, please! I...Ahh.” Ember’s begging was capped with an undignified squawk, the likes of which would have been rather expected of a griffon. However, the noise could be excused considering that Ember had just felt the dragon’s penis move into contact with her pussy lips.

From his perspective, the dragon in control thought her noise was rather cute and only excited him further. He could already feel himself begin to lose control, as just the sensation of her folds heating his engorged tip sent a shiver down his spine. It was like it was settling into a relaxing, erotic bed of pure warmth. He could only imagine the feeling that was soon to come once he enveloped the entirety of his length in her heat. He wouldn’t have to imagine for long, however, as a gradual thrust of his hips began sending his shaft deeper within Ember.

Ember, for her part, was still in a coherent enough mindset to feel exactly what was being done to her. The initial prodding of her lips had been surprising, but even more unwelcome was the quick turnaround of his truly invading her depths. As his dick began delving into her pussy, more involuntary sounds of protest and lust escaped her maw. His penis was quite thick and had a heft to it that almost caused Ember to lose her breath as it entered her. She could feel the patterned barbs over his length scraping her walls. They weren’t sharp enough to cause her any more pain, but were just perfect in driving her body’s lust further into madness.

While Ember wished the moment would soon end, he wanted nothing more than to savor their current experience. The feeling of her walls clamping down on his shaft as he moved in was nearly overwhelming. It was his turn to release a small, involuntary growl as the growing pleasure began to drive him. Bit by bit, he pushed his dick further into Ember’s own cave, her lips expanded and quivering in acceptance of his meat.

His quest to impale her on his shaft was momentarily halted when he felt his tip hit another warm, fleshy wall. Knowing this to be the opening of her womb, he expanded his grin and stopped himself to again feel the new sensation. Just as before, the heat surrounded his tip. Yet this time the flesh was so inflamed that the feeling was already spreading down to the rest of his length. When he felt the combination of heat and pleasure reach his cum-inflated balls, he let his body exude a visible shudder. His sudden movement, combined with the obvious feeling of having her womb slightly penetrated, caused Ember to let off a shiver of her own.

Deciding to progress to the final chamber of her depth, the dragon surprised Ember again by relinquishing his methodical pace of insertion. With one swift thrust, he ground the rest of his length into her pussy, breaching her womb’s entrance and exposing the intimate pocket beyond. He had done it. Ember was completely speared upon his dick and her most private of areas had been infiltrated. There was no time for embarrassment or revel on her part, however, as movement quickly spurred again within her.

In stark contrast to how slowly he had placed himself within her, he quite rapidly pulled half of his length out in a mere second. The pure speed at which pleasure struck both her pussy and his dick felt like lightning, and both dragons gave a slight roar in unison. Both sets of genitals were completely filled with desire. Slight tingles of pleasure and floods of warmth and euphoria washed over the both of them. He reveled in these sensations while Ember nearly wept at the shame.

Her feelings were unfortunately inconsequential in the matter, as he was the one in control. Not waiting for her to adjust or regain her bearings, he promptly thrust his shaft back into her depths, sparking feelings of envelopment all over again. Their bodies seemed connected when he was hilted within her. The sensations they shared were so overpowering when he did so that it was indistinguishable where his pleasure began and hers ended.

Any of the dragon’s previous lack of speed was gone. With a continuance of his increased pace, the dragon’s shaft became a raging piston that railed Ember’s pussy. Every time his length grazed her walls, Ember’s mind spiked with unwanted satisfaction and his balls swelled with euphoria and anticipation. Every time he breached her womb, the tightness caused his whole shaft to throb and Ember’s whole body to seize. Her outermost lips were constantly fed pleasure, as his thicker base continuously slammed against them. This, and the fact that one of his barbs kept flicking her clit just right as he thrust, caused an unstopping stream of her feminine juices to emanate from her.

This stream momentarily became a tsunami as Ember’s first orgasm wracked her body. She felt as if she had just fallen from a massive cliff and the heat within her spiked to an even greater level. Sensing her release, the dragon who had caused her orgasm picked up the pace, determined to reach his own. This would not come soon, however, as his thrusts elicited more orgasms than she could count even before the time he came close to his.

The dragons were in the absolute center of a wild sexual moment. Their whole bodies shook and flailed as he slammed his hips into hers. The waves of warmth and excitement shot from their crotches to all over their bodies. Their extremities began to grow numb from the sensations, causing both dragons to focus solely on their sources of pleasure. Their minds saw this sex as the entire world. Nothing existed besides the thrashing of their bodies and the shocks of internal electricity coming in rapid bursts. Both of them were sweating and panting unstoppably, their frantic coupling having reduced them to nothing but erotic beasts. Flesh hit flesh. Flesh penetrated flesh. Pleasure was thrown about them and the heat from both their bodies steamed from their scales.

Ember was truly at the mercy of this dragon. He had turned her body into a tool for his use, a way for him to reach both orgasm and his goals. It was in a macabre way convenient for her that he had now control, as she had lost all control of her own body at this point. Ember’s tongue flopped rapidly out of her mouth and her hips jiggled beautifully with every thrust he sent into her. Any attempt at escape she had previously envisioned had given way to a mindless acceptance of his domination. Her spot was in every sense the definition of a submissive’s dream, weather voluntary or not.

Unsurprisingly, he was in a position to enjoy his own dream. He was simultaneously railing an extremely sexy and vivid dragoness and working towards the beautiful vision of ruling over his species. The undeniable pleasure coursing through his penis was almost matched by the pleasure he knew he would feel once he had succeeded. Almost. He was pretty sure that no feeling in the world could ever outshine the extraordinary one of having your dick submerged in the steaming pussy of a submissive dragoness.

“Who says I can’t enjoy myself on my path to glory?” he smugly pondered, continuing to ram his hips into Ember’s.

However, he was almost enjoying himself too much. He was here on his own business after all. The dragon was suddenly reminded of his intentions and regained a clearer head amidst all the pleasure when he felt a familiar sensation begin to grow. His balls clenched as his grin widened. His pounding of Ember grew more frantic in anticipation of the moment’s finale. It would very soon be time to create his progeny.

“This certainly has been nice, but...” He halted his speech momentarily amidst the piles of pleasure building up within the base of his dick. “All good things must come to an end.”

“N...no.” Ember begged as even she could begin to feel his dick throb within her to mark the onset of orgasm. “I’m sorry, everydragon.”

With the utterance of a feral growl, the dragon hilted inside Ember one last time. Pulling her towards her in final tight embrace, this growl became a roar as the first spurt of seed exploded from his tip and into her awaiting pussy.

In that moment, Ember was experiencing a collection of feelings inside her the likes of which she had never before thought possible. It was as if every molecule within her pussy was tingling in acceptance of his load. His release had shot his seed straight to the back of her womb and quickly filled the rest of her to the brim as he launched pulse after pulse of his baby batter within her. Both of their bodies jostled together during the event. At the peak of his euphoria, the shadowy dragon pumped his hips violently during each spurt. Ember’s own body responded by involuntarily thrusting her hips down on his length, ensuring his release hit the deepest parts of her. And hit deep it certainly did.

Ember was thrust into a state of utter disbelief just as hard as he had been thrusting into her. A part of her had hoped that even if he did manage to cum in her, impregnation could have been avoided. But she couldn’t deny it. The sheer amount of seed that now lied within her, coupled with how far into her depths it reached, let her know she would be carrying this drake’s eggs in no time at all. Ember’s head drooped at the thought that she would now be only one of countless dragonesses to share this fate.

Garble could already tell something was wrong. He had been flying home from a session of lava surfing when all of a sudden, a hot flash hit him like a bullet. Surprised, yet still wanting to make it to his cave, he initially dismissed it as consequence of the prolonged exposure to magma. However, the heat had grown too intense to brush off. Landing to gather his bearings, the brutish dragon had been more than surprised to find he seemed a lot lighter when he hit the ground. His whole body felt different, as if the weight in his shoulders and tail has somehow shifted to his chest and hips. Though, only now did the odd feelings skyrocket.

He had already been panting and writhing along to the sudden heat and unmistakable feeling of pleasure when his body was slammed with a concentrated wave of sensory overload. It felt as if lava had started gushing within him, yet it was oddly centered around his crotch. Looking down, Garble balked at the sight. He had expected his shaft to have been out and twitching like crazy, but instead found a shimmering and winking pussy. This new part of his biology seethed and Garble couldn’t help but feel as if some unknown force was becoming whole and embedding within it.

Back in Equestria’s premier School of Friendship, two dragonesses remained on the floor and in extreme discomfort. During their ordeal, they thanked their lucky stars they happened to be in private, yet realized they were also pretty unlucky to be suffering this at all. Smolder’s experience was one of intense confusion and annoyance, and Spike was enduring the same with the disorienting addition of a gender change. The unfortunate pair moaned in both throbbing pain and oozing pleasure.

These feelings exponentially increased in a moment, as Spike and Smolder were simultaneously hit with shots of incredible feeling. The same flood of heat and wetness that had befallen Ember and Garble had entered their bodies. The dragonesses felt the foreign force shoot into their pussies and gradually, sensually drain into the back of their wombs. The feeling simultaneously agitated and quelled their internal heats as it went. The young dragons’ eyes rolled into the back of their heads, their breaths momentary halting at such extreme sensations.

They knew nothing of what has just happened to their bodies, but a voice within them let them know it was something major and that hit incredibly deep.

Just as before, Ember witnessed the fates of her friends as images of their phantom impregnation flooded her mind. She lamented her place as it was not only them she had seen. The moment she had been filled with dragon seed herself, she could feel her body convulsing and transporting parts of his load to every dragon in Equestria. Thus, during her own impregnation, the sights of each of these dragons suffering their own breeding came to her at once. Ember began to woefully heave as she realized that this crazy dragon had indeed succeeded at attaining his perverse goal.

With her thoughts now turning once more to the maniac who was still mounting her, Ember was surprisingly unaware of the reduction of heat within her. The breeding had naturally fulfilled her body’s desire for male usage, and an unfamiliar sense of chilled aftermath fell over her. Yet a sudden spike of heat returned as she felt further movement from her depths. Ember shuddered as the future sire of her eggs pulled his shaft away. Hot sperm still dripped from his tip, creating a trail of seed along her vaginal walls as it retracted. As quickly as it had entered, the dragon’s offending length had finally, if not mercifully, left the confines of her personal biology. Yet the products of its time in there remained, as Ember could feel the hot pool of his seed sloshing in her womb.

Now free of her clenched pussy and shivering body, the father of all future dragons released Ember from his grip, standing up as her body crumbled to the cave floor. His generous length was drenched with her juices and he couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. He had truly bred the Dragon Lord, and in accordance with his scheme, the entire species of Dragons. Just as the feeling of his seed washed through every dragoness, a feeling of pride and accomplishment began to wash through him. However, he was still clever enough to know that his time to celebrate was not yet at its dawn. As much as he would like to stay and stare at his work, he knew a quick exit would be to his benefit.

The dragon finally released his hold on the Bloodstone Scepter, not that it mattered at his point. The relic could sense a natural change in power had occurred and now dimmed almost in acceptance of the shift. The previously glowing and crimson gem was soon no more than a grey stone. And in an almost symbolic representation of its owners broken state, the scepter cracked and broke apart once it hit the ground.

“Goodbye, my Dragon Lord. Next time we meet, I sincerely hope you’ll be willing to hand over your title peacefully.”

With a final, chilling deliverance of his intentions, he promptly turned from Ember’s spent body and began making his leave. As he slinked back into the darkness of the once again illumination-robbed cavern, Ember listened to gradually hushed sound of his footsteps. His claws produced a sharp tang against the cavern floor that instilled in her one last sense of intimidation and dread. Finally, he had truly left and Ember was submerged in silence, not even able to think to herself about what had just transpired.

Alone once more, an emotionally and physically devoid Ember remained in a crumpled sate on the floor of her cave. What had begun as a private treatment for her heat had unthinkably become a horrid takeover of her body and rule. She flushed once more with guilt and shame, yet these feelings could not compare to the heat still distressing her. The burning feeling of need within her had been replaced by the eerily comforting sensations of his seed trapped inside her womb.

A pitiful growl escaped Ember’s maw as she considered how every dragon in Equestria was currently experiencing this same sensation.

Author's Note

I wrote this story purely for the fetish fuel. I do not condone or approve of rape in any way.