The Clearing

“Cumming!” Thorax cried out, his voice a hoarse gasp, piddly and pathetic. He didn’t want to admit it, but the orgasm he was experiencing was unlike anything he ever felt before. His hips trembled, sowing his seed as deep within the hole as possible, not of his own volition. His expression contorted into a grimace, and he slammed his eyes shut. His mind cleared, coinciding with his orgasm, not wanting to look at Chrysalis’ face out of shame. His body felt weak, fatigued, and try as he might he wasn’t unable to lift up his hooves to push the ebony queen off of his spent member. He felt her spasm around his length, half-milking, half-climaxing, ensuring she took every single drop.

“Mmm...” Chrysalis hummed, delighted, her moist canal stopping its clenches. Thorax felt her breath against his lips, and he summoned all his strength just to turn away, his nostrils exhaling quivered breaths. “Was it not good for you…?” she mocked, smirking. At that, Thorax felt his penis shimmy from side to side, his softening cock receiving a few pangs of terrible pleasure; his face cringing. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to say anything. I know the answer...” she cooed, stroking the underside of his chin. Her touch made him feel unclean, gross and dirty. Her hoof left his chitin with a flick, as if nicking him with the point of a knife. “I’m going to miss feeling this full. Will you miss me, I wonder?” she asked, and he felt her slide of his member, his body squirming at the unwanted pleasantness of the sensation.

He heard the sounds of leaves crunching, at which he reluctantly opened an eye. He looked at her as she trod away, his excess semen trickling from canal. She made sure he saw it, flicking her tail. She rolled her hips with an exaggerated sway as she walked, and before Thorax could avert his eyes she shot a look back to him over her shoulder; wearing a large sadistic grin. The look was piercing, her emerald daggers were emblazoned into his mind. It was taunting, a look that served as an abominable memento that he couldn’t rid of. It glued to him his shame, the exigent rapture she made him feel, as well as the shame that came with merely acknowledging that fact. He closed his eyes again, if only to hide the fact he felt tears start to well within them, his sobs quiet and muted as he pressed his head into the mud.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he soon felt a cold hand on his cheek. He tried to retreat from it, refusing to look upon its owner. How could he? He soon felt his head being coddled, laying upon a soft scaled thigh, his jaw being rubbed soothingly.

Thorax soon felt the dam crumble however, forcing open his eyes to look at his love’s fatigued face, the whites of her eyes pink. He sniffled, his expression contorting into a frown as he tried to hold back his tears. He wanted to appear strong, but how could he? “I’m sorry, Ember,” he sobbed, failing to catch the crack in his throat, his voice crumbling. “It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me-”

“I know, I know,” Ember interrupted his sob, hugging him against her chest as Thorax reciprocated, hiding his crying eyes by pressing his forehead against her scales. “It’s okay now. I’m here, I’m here...” she repeated in coo, her tone soft and comforting.

They remained in that clearing for hours, embraced...

One and a half years later

Thorax remembered how everyone’s eyes had rolled when the pair revealed the full extent of their relationship, and how he heard a few heckles of ‘finally’ from somewhere at the back of the crowd he had gathered. Both he and Ember shared confused looks but they were happy that their relationship was now known at least. Half a year later, after the reveal, from the edge of Canterlot under a particularly bright night - courtesy of Luna - Thorax presented to Ember a large beautiful sapphire ring, encrusted within an exquisite platinum band. It was truly a sight to behold. No jewel of its calibre had ever existed before, requiring loyal confidants to travel to each corner of the world to find a gem worthy of gracing Ember's hand. He then hired the most talented smith currently living to fashion it. The act of creating the engagement ring took a sizeable chunk out of his coffers. But the value of the jewel represented the mere beginning of the stretch into infinity of Thorax's love... of course, it was promptly consumed by Ember when he presented such a delectable looking gem before her. She at least quivered with delight at its taste, barely even hearing his question. But Thorax couldn’t even hold onto chagrin for long. After all, it was immediately replaced with the sweetest and most powerful flavour of joy any stallion could experience…

That of a stallion knowing he was going to marry the love of his life.

The wedding required a great deal of planning, something Ember was, understandably, not the most adept at. It was then, both resolutely, they offhanded the duty to someone extremely qualified. Thorax remembered when he arrived at the crystal tree with Ember – who he had to rein in from eating its walls – and the twinkle in Twilight’s eyes when he approached her… and asked for Spike. Oddly, she wasn't to be found after that. The stocky little dragonling fainted when asked to plan one of the world’s largest weddings. It included guests from four separate kingdoms, a buffet table the size of the train track from Canterlot to Fillydelphia as well as having Princess Cadance – a full time mother and queen – to officiate the ceremony. All of this was on top of his obligation as ‘best man,’ which in itself had a whole sleuth of other duties. Thorax and Ember supposed the joyous shock of being given such a prestigious responsibility was what effectively rendered him unconscious immediately after their meeting. There was simply no other explanation...

As expected, the wedding went off without a hitch. It was a beautiful ceremony, so important that Ember even deigned to wear a dress! Even if by the time she had reached her husband-to-be it had plenty of holes and burn marks on it, all the result of her impatience undoubtedly. Rarity was not at all happy about that, as Thorax came to learn after having his ear chewed off by her for a full half hour. Under audiences composed of dragons, changelings and ponies, and in the crystal empire – the disputed centre of the world and homeland of love – the bride and groom silently vowed eternal love to one another with a kiss under the warm light of dusk. After a lengthy reception that went well into the night, laughter and joy almost overpowering the changeling, soon Thorax found himself… well, where all newly married couples find themselves the first night of their marriage...

“Finally! I've got you all to myself,” Ember spoke between kisses, pushing Thorax backwards with every single one. “Which idiot invented the rule that the groom can’t see the bride before the wedding?”

“We didn’t have to do that,” Thorax said, continuing to meet her lips as he removed pieces of his suit.

“I wanted to do it right,” Ember replied, her finger hooking around the neck of his tie, cutting it off with the end of her claw. Thorax didn’t mind, manoeuvring out of his blazer, trying not to disconnect his lips from hers. “It had to be perfect,” she said, almost breathless.

“And it was,” Thorax concluded with an assuring smile, feeling his haunches pushed against the foot of his soon-to-be marital bed.

The changeling removed the last piece of his apparel – a silken shirt – which was tossed haphazardly onto the bedroom floor. The duo clambered onto the bed, and Thorax suddenly felt himself pushed onto his back; head on the pillow and feeling very exposed as his wife straddled his belly. He watched her pull her wedding gown over her head, tossing it to the side as it was just some rag. He saw her hand go to the cute frilly garter around her thigh, and he found his head shaking, her brow raising with a smile; her hand leaving it be around her leg. Thorax felt enchanted by the sight of her. Her beauty was only exacerbated by the soft glow of the moonlight, which bathed over her from the balcony window. Her red irises contrasted wonderfully with the white light, the pair of which looked down on Thorax with a mixture of love and lust. Thorax tried to raise himself up toward her to meet her kiss halfway, but found her hand pushing him forcefully back down, his eyes widening in surprise as her smile turned coy.

“You’re lucky I was able to keep my hands off you during the reception, husband,” she purred, stopping just an inch before their lips could meet. “So be a good boy for the next, I dunno… hour?”

Thorax gulped. “H-hour?” he stuttered in disbelief.

Ember grinned, before connecting their lips, trading spit with her husband and duelling their tongues. Thorax moaned into her mouth. The longer the kiss went on the more her felt himself grow stiff, steadily becoming harder and harder. Ember obviously seemed to know about this, as whilst her hands were on either side of Thorax’s face, her tail circled around the half-hard member, stroking it slowly up and down to coax it further to life. To Thorax’s surprise she would break the kiss with his lips just to leave a sloppy peck on his cheek or neck, nuzzling against him whilst he moaned, the tail lightly pumping his length with surprising finesse. She was apparently so intimate with his length by now that she knew just where to squeeze, to drag over slowly, to wring out the most pleasure out of him. She was pressing down so tightly on him that he was unable to thrust against her pumping, not that he tried, necessarily. She was in control and he acknowledged that. This might have been their day, but this was her night.

Gradually, Thorax felt her hands travel down his neck, his shoulders and then his sides. He felt each of her fingers tracing down him, sending shivers throughout him. Her hands paused on his haunches. Thorax felt apprehensive. The last time they did anything involving his plot, he walked with a limp for a week. But then her hands coiled around his hind legs, lifting them from the bed, just in time for her to break the kiss and for her tail to unwrap from around his shaft; which now drooled clear sticky pre from the crown. She raised his legs up – along with his haunches - before placing her hands at the bottom of his hooves until he had been transformed into some sort of clandestine throne. And, with his cock and balls in the way, it definitely would have made for a very uncomfortable one. This was certainly new, but he wasn’t unfamiliar with the Amarezon position, becoming acquainted with it rather recently via some of Rarity's rather perculiar mare's magazines. Although, he supposed, it wasn’t very much up to him how he got fucked on this particular night. He’d rather not come between a horny dragon and her immediate means of satisfaction… not that he was complaining.

With his hooves in the air, Ember sent a hand behind her back, her fingers soon sinking into the soft thick flesh of Thorax’s appendage, squeezing it until she felt the raw hard masculinity under her fingertips. Thorax gasped. He always enjoyed her hands. They were very precise in how they squeezed and stroked him. The tip of his sceptre was pressed against her back, the spot between her wings, and for a few moments Ember’s claws lightly stroked up and down Thorax’s meat. He looked to her expression, seeing her smile in delight at his pleasured expressions, as well as his reddened cheeks. He felt his gut tighten as his anticipation grew. She was slow with her motions, her thumb pressing into the plump ring that covered the circumference of his dick, knowing it would make his fat stick beat in her hand. Thorax never saw her eyes leave his, even whilst her hand began lathering the tip of his cock with its own sticky secretions, of which he leaked an abundance.

After his member felt wet and warm with pre, he watched with a held breath as Ember gripped just under the stallionhood and angled the sizeable length against her sex. He watched, impatient as she prodded his tool against her folds, pushing against her moistening labia, yet now allowing it to enter within her much sought canal; the snug tightness with Thorax’s member longed for. Thorax released something akin to a groan, or a surprised gasp each time she applied a slight more pressure to her loins, pushing her hips with gradually greater force until finally – with which both Thorax and Ember gasped – that she pushed down with just the right about of pressure to send the bread head of Thorax’s pride into her soaking slit. Thorax saw, as well as felt, her quiver; the vibrations travelling pleasantly down his girth.

To his added surprise once the tip was in she didn’t relent to accommodate herself to it. Instead, she kept sliding more and more of his length into her trench, her forked tongue lolling out her mouth in an expression of abject pleasure, however she came to an abrupt stop when his broad crown hit a blockage, a barrier, which made her wince visibly. It was about three quarters of his cock, just barely enveloping the plump medial ring which made him bit his lower lip in bliss. Whilst she held a momentary expression of disappointment she soon wore that grin again, gyrating her hips. Her movements were tortuous, putting him in a position of getting pleasure, but just not enough of it. It left him trying to pull out of her so he could thrust whatever inches escaped within her. But she was having none of that, the position facilitated total control over his rod, and she visibly took pleasure in that; her pussy clenching and squeezing around him, which wasn't doing Thorax any favours.

After what felt like an eternity – which was only half a minute in reality – Ember began to raise her hips. Every inch that his cock scraped along her soft walls was every second Thorax felt dipped in ecstasy, his smile goofy and his look dreamy. Ember was visibly careful to not let his sex fall out of hers, being generous with the amount left within her before thrusting her hips downwards again, taking as much of his length as she could manage with a grunt. Thorax knew he was big for her, but he was still impressed every time by her tenacity. Her pussy struggled to take him, and he filled her so completely that she felt ever-tight, like he was making love with a virgin each time they joined at the hip.

Since Ember was leading she was quick to adopt a rhythm to rock her hips to. Her excess nectar came out as droplets landing on Thorax’s belly each time she did her downward thrusts. Thorax was moaned and grunted each time he filled her to capacity. Feeling her walls clamp around him made his legs quiver, his hips trying to give a futile thrust into her twat each time his member left her. It must have hurt to turn his dick into a cervix puncher, but either Ember didn’t care or it still felt good for her regardless, the she-dragon’s tongue fell from her maw as her head was thrown back in bliss.

“F-fuck!” Ember exclaimed crassly, and loudly, surprising Thorax. “I’ve been waiting for this all week!” her lust was vocalised loudly, her breathing heavy.

“I-I can tell,” Thorax muttered, smiling with rosy cheeks.

Steadily, Thorax felt her pace quicken, coinciding with his mounting pleasure. If he had to guess from her clenches and strained breaths, she was as close as he was. His surprise was only heightened by the speed at which she quickened her pace to, a lighting speed that had Thorax overwhelmed. The sound of their fucking was loud – not just their moaning – but the sound of wet impacts too. He felt greater and greater force against her cervix, almost as if… surely not…?

“Ah!” the sound came from both their throats as Thorax was hilted completely within her. Thorax saw a pained look on her face, but her quivering loins was unmistakable show of her pleasure. They were completely as one now, and Thorax could feel the tip of sceptre pushing against the walls of her womb. The act seemed to have taken a lot out of Ember, who was now still panting and still. She was clearly still trying to get used to the new measure of fullness within her, quite literally overcapacity. She moved her hips, and Thorax felt snug within her, although he doubted he could get used to it. Ember slowly began to rise again, gasping when the broad tip was prevented from leaving her womb.

“T-Thorax?” Ember probed. Her utterance of his name was quivered, a trace of worry in her voice, but it was overshadowed by the dripping lust on her tone. “W-why are you s-stuck?” she inquired.

“I-I’m close,” Thorax inhaled through his teeth. His member was swollen beyond the norm, the head of his stallionhood flared, preventing him from leaving.

“M-me too,” Ember said. Thorax could tell. They were both at the edge of plunging into orgasm, as her velvety pink walls clenched and tightened, her body anticipating climax.

“W-want to wait, or-”

Thorax should of expected it, but he didn’t. In attempting to pull out Ember had a couple inches spare, but that was all she needed. In one final and mighty slam, the end of Thorax’s appendage collided with the wall of her womb, and they both threw their heads back as they shared in the rapturous orgasm. Thorax’s length and crown jewels clenched and twitched as he utterly filled her baby maker with his potent seed. She quivered around him, her canal struggling to tighten around Thorax’s swollen and throbbing meat; her walls struggling to keep contained all of his viscous white batter. It gushed out of her, covering Thorax’s sheath and belly.

Thorax felt contented, but his fatigued expression was suddenly turned into one of alert as his newly wedded wife fell off his softened cock and directly onto his chest. For a moment he kept his hooves apart, worried that merely touching her would do more wrong. However, his frown turned into a slight smile at the sight of her face. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth wide open, drooling into his chitin.

He embraced her, giving softly, smirking. “An hour, eh?”

“Blarg,” she replied incoherently. Thorax presumed it was some sort of witticism, or clever remark, rather than acknowledge it was most likely just a countering ‘shut it.’

Thorax gave an out a slight smirk, resting his head back on the pillow. The room smelt of sex and he himself felt sticky… but clean up would come in the morning. For the time being, he held his wife close, his eyes fluttering shut, the perfect end to a perfect night…

“Honey?” he heard Ember’s voice, but there was something… off, about it.

“Yea-” his voice was caught in his throat. He looked down upon her. Her cheek was pressed into his chest. It was a simple thing. Something one might do when being held in the arms – or hooves – of their lover. Except, Ember’s eyes weren’t her eyes. They weren’t those beautiful rubies. Those deep crimson hues he had grown familiar to, that usually had a tenacious glint within them, always full of love for him…

They were emerald...

“Huh!” Thorax gasped, waking with a start, his eyes scattered to no particular point around the room, his limbs quivered with fear; his heart pounding against his ribcage. He looked down to Ember who continued to sleep, gently rising and falling with her breaths. His grip around her tightened somewhat, as if she was a lifeline; confirming that he was no longer in a dream. However, this had the effect of stirring her awake. When her eyes opened, she looked up at Thorax…

Red.

The she-dragon’s expression, while at first groggy and passive, immediately became one of worry. Her brows furrowed, her hand reaching out for him, stroking his cheek. “...Again?” she muttered, knowingly.

Thorax looked away in shame, moving his cheek out of her consoling palm, closing his eyes. “Sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep,” he told her, loosening his hug around her.

“It’s been two years, Thorax. If the nightmares aren’t stopping-”

“It’s not just the nightmares. Even when I’m awake, I get paranoid. I think I see her when she’s not there. I see her in strangers on the street, in friends… in my nightmares, I even see her in you...” he trailed off, trying to force a smile, which only came off as sad. He gave her a squeeze, his curved lip wavering. “But not when I’m awake. You’re the only one who I can never see her in. Your love is real. You keep balance in my life.”

Ember leaned forwards, her eyes threatening to let out tears as she planted a kiss at the end of his muzzle. “I love you, Thorax. I always will,” she told him affectionately. He already knew this of course, he could sense how deep and everlasting her love and devotion was, but hearing her say it out loud always brought a calmness to him that nothing else could afford him. Her eyes were still saddened, even if she attempted to inject mirth into them. “She can’t get to you here. Not anywhere. What happened then will not happen again,” she vowed sternly, a firmness in her jaw.

Thorax tried to smile, but couldn’t, a sniffle escaping from him. “You don’t know what it’s like,” he said, his voice lacking strength. “I’m scared of her getting to me again, it’s just…” he trailed, seemingly unable to finish his line of thought.

“What?” Ember probed. “You can tell me.”

“I can’t get her out of my head,” he admitted, his lips pursed in frown, trying to hold in a sob. “She got into my head in that clearing. She did more than rape my body, she raped my mind, Ember. I know why I see her in every pair of eyes, why she’s in my dreams, why no matter how much I hated that day and how I wished I never lived it… I can’t get out of my head how good it felt,” he revealed, tears staring to fall down his cheeks, his wife’s stoic expression not helping in quelling his waterworks. “It’s like I’m sharing my head with two minds, Ember. What she wanted me to be is trying to destroy what I am. I keep fighting those thoughts, but... but I'm scared, Ember, I’m scared that there will come a day when I’m too weak to fight back. This was her revenge. This is what she wanted. She can’t take back all she’s lost, but she can guarantee I spent the rest of my life paying for it...”

Ember tightened her lips, sniffling. She didn’t let out any tears though, even if her eyes did moisten. She was stronger than he was. He always knew that. She wiped away the tears on both cheeks with both her thumbs. She held his face focusing his eyes into hers. “I will give you strength, Thorax. We’re one now. We have been even before we became husband and wife. I am here. You are mine, and I am yours,” she consoled, locking lips with him, the changeling reciprocated.

When the kiss was broke, Ember pressed her forehead against his. Thorax liked feeling her against him this way. It was as though it reminded that part of him, that part which he tried desperately to quell, that it was outnumbered two-to-one. It gave him strength. It fostered and rekindled within him hope. Chrysalis could take away his dignity, his sleep and his feeling of safety. But she could never take away Ember’s love for him, and the devotion they had for one another. And in the end, for the king…

That was all that mattered.