The Clearing

“Ember!” he exclaimed, full of bliss as he hilted within somepony who assuredly wasn’t the she-dragon.

“Yes, yes, ye- wait, what?” Chrysalis stopped herself from throwing her head back in ecstasy to stare large, confused irises at the changeling unloading inside of her. “You were supposed to say my name, mine!” she barked at him, her brows furrowed, squirming uncomfortably around the dick that still remained within her.

Thorax was out of breath, but there was life back in his eyes now. There’d be sweat doing down the side of his head if he possessed any sweat glands. “There is only one girl for me, only one name I’ll scream out when I cum, you grub!” he spat at her with a grin. “You think just because you stank of pheromones that I’d turn over and do tricks for you like a puppy? I wouldn’t screw you even if you offered up to me on a platter.”

“You insolent little bi-”

Fwak!

A small stone was pelted through the air all of a sudden, striking Chrysalis right in the cheek. Thorax cringed with pleasure when the ebony bug slid off his cock onto the ground beside him, unconscious. Thorax threw his eyes to Ember, her versatile tail by her shoulder, a fatigued smile on her face. “Ember! Are you okay?” the changeling exclaimed, audibly concerned for his love. He turned into his side, trying to climb onto his hooves.

The vines around the she-dragon’s limbs dried and turned to hollow husks. Ember yanked herself free of the bindings, falling onto her hands and knees with a fire in her eye. She crawled forwards, slowly rising to her feet and stumbling towards her love. Without uttering a word more, when she reached the still clambering bug, she threw herself at him, mashing her lips with his and sending him back to the ground whilst they shared a kiss prone. She could taste the disgraced queen upon them, but she simply wouldn’t stop kissing until the taste was removed from his lips. The king’s tongue weakly fought back with her own, and happy tears fell down her cheeks. She broke it after a full minute, pressing her forehead against his.

It was over.

“Are you okay?” Ember asked him, tenderly.

“I asked first,” Thorax countered, releasing a quiet smirk.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she repeated, reassuring him. “I’m just glad your okay.”

Thorax pulled away, his breaths shaking, close to sobbing. “I swear, Ember. She got into my head, I couldn’t-”

“Shh, shh,” she hushed, wrapping a hand around the back of his head, bringing him into the nape of her neck in embrace. “It’s okay, Thorax. I know, I know. You must’ve fought against her every step of the way, with you saying my name and all at the end there.”

“I thought of you every single second,” he told her, honest; his weak limbs trying to wrap tightly around her back. However, the tender moment was ruined by a thought that wormed its way into his head. He cracked open an eye and reluctantly broke free of the hug. “What about her…?”

Ember leered at the snoozing changeling queen. Thorax’s seed still came out of her exerted twat in a trickle. Ember was disgusted. “Lock her up. Someplace deep and dark. Although… I guess that’d be her preferred environment,” she ruminated with liberal amounts of venom.

Thorax furrowed his brows at the sight of her distressed features. “She’ll get justice for what she’s done, Ember,” he vowed, his featured steeling with certainty.

“What would you do with her?” Ember asked, still eyeing Chrysalis with ire.

“There’d be a trial. She’d get locked up for a few years – it’s what my hive would want. But knowing Twilight Sparkle, she’d probably want me to offhoof her to be ‘reformed,’ or something,” he shrugged, looking at the knocked-out queen with furrowed brows. “Although, I admit, after what she did...”

There was a slight curve to Ember’s lips. “We could punish her under the law of my land. Uh… dragon law,” she said sweetly, brushing her hand down his cheek.

Thorax tilted his head. It sounded made up, created on the spot. “’Dragon law?’ I didn’t know such a thing existed,” he remarked, sceptical.

“It totally does!” she reaffirmed, struggling to hold back giggles. “It basically works like ‘an eye for an eye,’ although, it’s more ‘an arm for an eye.’”

“Wait, wait. So, under this law ‘justice’ is just doing the same crime back to the criminal, just… worse?” he said, trying to process it out loud.

“Yeah! It’s great. Real justice. Not just, I dunno, locking someone away where they’re warm, fed and bathed. This is how it should be done,” Ember said, a fire in her eye. Whilst ‘dragon law’ was certainly pure fabrication, Ember stood behind her words, motived either by a genuine need to impart justice upon the former queen, or satisfy her personal revenge.

“I don’t know...” Thorax replied, unsure. “I hate her. I can’t lie about that. Everything she’s done to me, and my brothers and sisters… it’s unspeakable. But… I won’t be like her. I won’t commit rape,” Thorax said, resolute.

Ember’s face softened, and she gave Thorax a warm smile. She leaned forwards, planting a kiss upon his lips before pulling him into a hug, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Who said it was you who had to do it?” she cooed.

“...”

Chrysalis opened her eyes. She felt groggy, and warm. She felt like she experiencing a bad hangover, and so she was thankful for the lack of bright light in this rudimentary prison. Well, she assumed it was a prison. She couldn’t even imagine a possibility in which Thorax and Ember would let her go free, so she was merely practising her common sense. She tried to stand, but found her limbs chained into the rock she was splayed out on. Rolling her eyes, she tried her magic. Of course, her jagged dagger of a horn gave out only a few measly sparks. An inhibitor. As expected.

“She’s awake...” she heard a masculine voice growl behind her, and some acknowledging grunts.

“Finally! All this waitin’ made me soft!” another complained.

“Don’t know why we couldn’t do it to her asleep. Faust knows how long it took our queen to pick out us three,” the third, and final, voice added. “I was startin’ to get impatient.”

Chrysalis heard movement, heavy lumbering steps. She looked over her shoulder and snarled at the three dragons. They were large, battle-hardened it. Chrysalis, at first, believed she was soon to be at the receiving end of a beating, or perhaps a rough interrogation, Ember seemed likely to sanction such a thing, but then… she saw their expressions. They leered at her, carnal intent plastered obviously on their expressions. She didn’t even need to read their emotions to know what their coming intent was. She yanked at the taut chains, finding that they gave little to no form of movement. It was done out of instinct more than logic. It was inevitable, she knew that, so did they. That’s why they walked with slow, deliberate movements, making the ebony ‘ling feel like prey in the sight of truly fearsome predators.

“I’ve never fucked a changeling b’fore,” the second dragon remarked, taking position behind her. His large red hands dragged over the disgraced queen’s chitin. Chrysalis noted that they were surprisingly cold, however it was a thought born out desperation to think anything – anything – that wasn’t the act about to forcibly performed upon her.

“I ‘eard she’s royalty,” the third dragon added. He was yellow scaled, and took a spot in front of her, squatting so that he was eye level. Chrysalis avoided his gaze by closing her eyelids shut; pursing her lips closed. She’d fight them for every second she could.

“Yeah, a royal cum dump!” the first dragon, whose voice was booming, commented crassly. “We’re lucky we’ve got ‘er first.”

“Shame. She’s gonna be pretty loose for the everyone else,” the third dragon said.

“Can’t loosen a mouth, can ya?” the first dragon retorted. “I ‘eard changelings are built for sex. You can fit anythin’ in anywhere if you force ‘ard enough.”

“No wonder Lord Ember’s traipsing about with that king of theirs,” the third dragon postulated, smirking. “Wonder ‘ow ‘e is in bed.”

At this the two other dragons sighed with annoyance.

“We get it Freddie, you’re a fan of cocks as well as she-holes. You don’t ‘av ta bring it up every conversion,” the second dragon griped.

Chrysalis furrowed her brows at their bickering. But she saw an opportunity to keep their conversation going. “Thorax is real loud once you get him going. Perhaps your queen just likes her ego being stroked.”

At this, the trio laughed, as did Chrysalis. Perfect. Now, if she could continue to get into their good books she might be able to manipulate them into letting her go-

Slap!

“Ouch! Hey, why did you do th-”

Slap!

Again, the large hand of the dragon behind her struck with her right haunch, making the soft chitinous surface wobble; turning a light shade of blue. “No talkin’! Prisoners and cock-whores don’t ‘ave the privileged,” he admonished.

“And you’re one in the same,” the dragon in front of her – Freddie – informed, giving her a lecherous smile.

“Lord Ember might’ve gagged ya,” the first dragon said, who Chrysalis now knew was large and orange. “But that’d deprive us of an extra ‘ole,” he continued, stepping forwards. Chrysalis furrowed her brows, watching the dragon cross his arms, her eyes falling to the spot between his legs. She watched as, slowly, a sharp tip emerged out the slit on his loins; her jaw gradually falling as more inches become exposed.“And believe us. We dragons, we need every hole we can get.”

“Ah!” Chrysalis yelped, mostly out of surprise, but pleasure too. She didn’t understand. She felt the dragon behind her slide the full length of his middle finger into her slit, the digit wiggled within her and she looked over her shoulder, just in time to see the red-scaled lecher slide it into his mouth.

“Hmm...” he hummed, delighted, the finger leaving his mouth with a pop. “Say what you want about them Zebras. They sure can make potions for every occasion.”

“W-what? What did you do to me?” Chrysalis stuttered, panic in her voice.

“Oh, ya know, gave ya something to make you more… reciprocal,” Freddie said, grinning knowingly. “Ya know. Just like Thorax, apparently,” he said, smirking. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“But don’t worry,” the first dragon assured mockingly, taking a step towards her. When Chrysalis looked at him, she felt a mixture of things. Shock, reluctant, fear… and want. Dangling between his legs were two fat, massive and engorged tapered lengths. Both throbbed, twitched with excess blood. “The effects aren’t permanent… not unless you give in...” he trailed off, ominously.

“G-give in?” she stuttered, feeling within her core genuine fear.

“Yeah, you can keep a clear ‘ead, can’t ya?” Freddie asked, smiling with wide eyes. “I mean, it’ll be harder considering what Lord Ember made us drink.

“Tasted like vanilla,” the first dragon commented quietly.

“A-and what does your potion do?” Chrysalis asked, her voice a squeak.

“Oh, you know, nothing special,” he began casually. “Some stamina.”

“Extra potency,” the second dragon added.

“Yeah, so much potency, you could even say… it’s addicting...” the first dragon finished, his twin members continuing to twitch and bob, precum leaking from each tip. He then looked to Freddie, rolling his eyes. “Stop gawkin.’”

“Can’t help it,” Freddie replied, standing up suddenly. Chrysalis was on the receiving end of a twin cock uppercut, smacking her upside the jaw.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry, not sorry,” Freddie said, smirking. Right in front of her, Chrysalis stared in marvel of his twin shafts. They weren’t as obese as the first dragon’s, long and thin, differing with a more conventional shape. They were cylindrical but ridged all down the urethra with pointed tips. “Like what you see? You’re already drooling!” It was true. Chrysalis looked away in shame, licking the saliva off her lips. “Ya know, now that I think about it. This isn’t fair in the slightest.”

“Well, she asked for it,” the first dragon said, chuckling.

“Yeah,” the dragon behind her spoke up. She looked back in time to him stand. He landed both of his cocks on her haunches, on adjacent sides of her tail. He lightly moved his hips back and forth, smearing precum over her chitin. The lengths were tapered like the first dragon’s, although not as long, they were certainly thicker. Every vein was pushed to the surface of the flesh, numerous looking like a spider’s web, each one visibly pulsating with blood. “You deserve every inch of our Lord’s justice.”

“Please, don’t- hurk!” Chrysalis was silenced by one of Freddie’s cocks being shoved down her throat. All of its inches were shoved into her gullet without a single care. She felt it stretch her throat, throbbing in a display of sickening carnality. She felt every single drop of pre that leaked down her throat. She knew they were supposed to taste salty, bitter. But they were sweet, like candy or juice. She tried to pull away but one of the dragon’s hands gripped around her horn, forcing her to take the entire length. “Mmmph!”

“Aw, now this is what I’m talking about! Ember said we could go as hard as we wanted. She’s stretchy, yet tight!” he exclaimed joyously, his tongue lolled from his maw. Chrysalis saw his other hand working his other shaft, milking out more droplets of the tasty pre.

“Well I wasn’t going to go soft on her,” the dragon behind her said. It was mad, inconceivable, but the mere feeling of the warm secretions on her chitin made her feel warm and horny. She felt her cunt squeeze and tighten around something that simply wasn’t there. The more she tried to blot this out, ignore the sensation, the more her body went on autopilot, acting on her natural urges. Her tongue began to circle the intrusion, passing over the urethra just to lap up the sticky fluid before it had time to go down into her belly.

Freddie moaned, his shaft twitching in her throat. Chrysalis felt her eyes widen as it swelled. Soon after, he smashed the extra inch of his exposed meat down her throat, and she felt a warm gush of liquid down her throat. Her own body quivered with forced pleasure, her eyes clenching closed as she tried to block it out. After a full ten seconds of a seed torrent down her throat, he yanked it out of her, remnants drooling down onto the floor.

Chrysalis, despite how foggy minded she was, found herself smiling wryly. “That was quick,” she mocked, trying to ignore how pleasantly filling his seed was.

Freddie glanced to the first dragon, who grinned knowingly; all the while his other hand continued to slowly pump up and down his meat, the tip drooled out viscous white cum. “Well, stamina wasn’t correct. Think of it more as… endurance? Replenishment, even.”

As if to prove his statement true, Chrysalis watched his softened members hardened, thickening harder and stronger than before; their combined musk making Chrysalis’ mind foggier than it was. With every ounce of her will she pursed her lips, keeping her trap shut tight. She wasn’t able to tear her eyes off the dragon’s length…

“Ah!” she squealed loudly in surprise, her mouth opening wide. She suddenly felt one of two lengths grinding against her haunches shoved forcefully into her unready plot-hole. Her sphincter clenched around the length, trying to force it out of her, instead only eliciting a moan from the cock’s owner. Freddie took the opportunity to shove the tip of his spitless length into her gob, muffling her squeal.

"You weren’t wrong, Fred,” the dragon behind her concurred with a groan. “She’s like a vice!” he exclaimed, slowly shoving more inches of himself into her. Chrysalis clenched her eyes shut, if only to step them rolling into the back of her head. Freddie continued to thrust in and out of her, the second shaft sliding up and down her cheek, covering it in a mixture of slobber and cum. It felt like the member in her rectum would continue forever, and it was only when she felt the slap of his hips against her bottom that she felt relief it didn’t continue. She already felt dreadfully full, even if her mind was filled with unwanted thoughts of sexual gluttony – aching for more inches, aching to be spread even further apart. “Wow, she can take it like any other dragon. That bodes well for you, Burk!”

“Yeah,” the first dragon – now named, Burk – concurred. “Don’t forget her cunt,” he reminded crassly. “Stretch her out nice and good. I don’t want it feel like I’m putting my sausage in a vice. And unlike Freddie here, I prefer using all the tools at my disposal.”

“Shut up,” Freddie barked with a grin, still continuing to gyrate in and out of Chrysalis’ maw. “I just believe in moderation. I’m a gentledragon...” he ended in mutter. Chrysalis felt one of his pre cum covered fingers wiggle its way into her mouth beside his stilled cock, tugging at her cheek like a fish hook. “But I suppose chivalry should be reserved for actual ladies...” the comment prompted Chrysalis’ eyes to open wide again, just in time to see Freddie smear the tip of his second member against her lips.

“Mmmph!” she grunted in protest.

“What’s that?” Freddie asked.

“Mmhp!”

“You don’t want two dicks stuffed in your mouth?”

“Uhumph!” she shook her head, the cock in her throat poking into adjacent sides of her throat.

“Oh, when you put it like that...” he retreated his hips for a moment, although Chrysalis wasn’t a moron and knew it to be mock consideration. A couple inches out with one he immediately forced the rest of it – along with his other cock – down her throat. Chrysalis’ eyes watered as her mouth was considerably more stuffed; both of her cheeks were rounded as the two cylinders stretched out her mouth; her teeth grinding into the flesh of his twin dicks. Not that he cared. Chrysalis felt her throat become tight as the dragon’s sceptres but her over capacity. Without her magic she couldn’t shape shift to better accommodate, although she suspected he preferred it this way. “Oof, that’s it,” he cooed, his cocks rumbling in her throat.

“It isn’t over yet, queeny,” the dragon behind her taunted. She felt her abdomen tighten as the tip of a second member prod against her slit. She didn’t squirm or try to fight it, just brace herself for ‘justice.’ When it had entered her, she didn’t feel pain, she hated – oh, how she hated – that all she could feel was ecstasy. She could feel the two members touching, each twitching against one another through her walls. Neither were buried completely to the hilt yet she felt so rapturously full. Her eyes moistened with tears. Not out of pain, no, as the dragons watching her believed. But a mixture dawning and joy.

She was already succumbing.

When the twin dicks that stuffed her holes began to ram her, lancing deeply into her cavities, she couldn’t help but moan. Her limbs shook as if electricity ran throughout her. The spasm which accompanied her movements could only be construed as one thing: orgasm. Her puffy black star and cunt clenched around the initially unwanted intruders, now trying to keep them within her as their owner plunged deeply into her moist caverns. The duo that filled out her mouth however, were at the receiving end of a tongue lashing. Her forked muscle circled around each tip, occasionally squeezing it between them. She couldn’t seal her lips to suckle, but she was content to just allow them deep into her throat, pumping more of that tasty nectar into her stomach as Freddie pounded her face to the hilt of each rod. She was disappointed at his lack of sack, as she would’ve enjoyed the feeling of such potent jewels smacking into her chin. She didn’t even pretend now she wasn’t enjoying this.

The dragon behind her grunted, yanking at her tail, sliding her closer to him as he hilted inside of her. She gasped around the cocks in her maw as she felt herself fill with viscous dragon cum. Her womb and belly filled fully, expanding like a balloon as a torrent of baby batter was unleashed inside her. The two cocks acted like corks, plugging her holes and preventing semen from escaping her. A cry of bliss was trapped within her throat by the intrusions that blocked it, pulsating and twitching; her vocal cords sending pleasurable vibrations up the ridged meat. Soon after Freddie yanked at her horn, pulling her towards his dick’s bases and he groaned. Chrysalis soon felt a double-barrel explosion in her throat of warm jizz flowing down into her stomach. At both sides she was clogged, and inside from head to plot she was absolutely stuffed with cum. Some seed was forced out her nostrils, her eyes bulging out her head.

Finally, both dragons pulled out with contended sighs after a full minute of bathing in their afterglows, the pressure on each of her holes finally being relieved. She felt the cum dribble down the corner of her lip, whilst it gushed out both her rear holes; splattering the inside of her thighs and leaving an impressively sized pool of cum on the ground below. Chrysalis had no need to, but she panted, as did the dragons to her front and her rear. She felt Freddie run his fingers through her mane, and she looked up to him and saw him grinning back, his twin erection already pressing against her lips. On her plot, she similarly felt some fingers coil around her dock, and tips of his dragonhoods readying to fill her again.

“I think it’s ‘bout time I got a turn in,” Burk interceded, stepping towards them. Chrysalis glanced at him, seeing his beyond-impressive girths continuing to throb and flex with longing.

“Aw, c’mon, Freddie’s gone twice already!” the dragon holding onto her tail complained.

“That didn’t count!” Freddie countered nonsensically.

“How did that not count?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.

“Shut it,” Burk barked, before looking at Chrysalis, grinning. “Look at her,” he directed, lightly swaying his hips from side to side. Chrysalis’ piqued irises followed them, her bughood winking its clit in longing, enthralled. “She’s already nothing more than a trio of wet holes. We don’t have to pass her to the others… yet,” he finished with a low laugh, trailing around her back.

“Fine,” the dragon behind her relented, letting go of her tail. “But if she’s as loose as a stretched rubber band I am not going to be happy!”

“You could always try me,” Freddie offered, leering at him, puckering his lips.

“...”

“Outta the way,” Burk said, shoving the dragon off to the side; dropping each of his lengths upon her back. She felt his fingers reach forwards, exploring her abused and sticky holes, the mere act causing his duo of sexes to spurt out a cherry-sized glob of pre. “Ready queenie?” Burk asked rhetorically, pulling his hips back, then aligning each of his fucksticks with each of her holes.

As the question was asked, Freddie leaned his rock-hard members forwards, straining her jaw once more. As as he did, a singular thought entered her mind, a mixture of defiance and acceptance, her mouth lewdly contorted into a smile around Freddie’s junk.

‘Bring it on.’