Author's Note

A Dragon's Treasure written by Manifest Harmony, edited by Wing, Seraphem and Troposphere

Contains: Starlight x older Spike romance with some Spike X Starlight X Trixie X Maud, pony hoarding, bondage and BDSM, cute fluff, predator prey play, cuddles, rough sex, aftercare, rough oral, facefucking and deepthroating, romantic sex, anal sex and butt plugs, actual plot, double penetration, character development, public sex, excessive amounts of dragon cum, cumflation, gags, double dragon dicks (AKA hemi-penises)

A Dragon's Treasure

It was barely evening so it wasn’t all that surprising to find the locker rooms deserted. Starlight watched the only other pony in the room, a young pegasus mare, snap a padlock on her beautifully tailored eternity collar. Starlight eyed her wistfully as the mare pranced out of the locker’s safe zone and out into the public play areas.

“Must be nice,” Starlight murmured with a touch of envy as she slotted her membership badge into the keyhole in her locker and gave the door a despondent tug. It opened to reveal her own standard-issue red collar and cuffs, the basic set all new members received on joining the Society.

She wasn’t entirely sure whether the envy she felt was more towards the mare’s cute, custom-made gear or the fact that she sported an eternity collar announcing to the world that she was a happily married mare. She picked up her own collar, allowing its silver studs to glisten in the light. The studs were the Society’s code for ‘I consent for anyone to approach me’, or, in Starlight’s case, ‘Somepony, anypony, please take me and make me fit in somewhere, anywhere’.

Her eyes were drawn to the poster stuck to the back wall of her locker, a subtle art-deco rendition of a curtsying maid. ‘Join the charity maid training getaway with the one and only Twilight Velvet. Seven brands for admission.’It boasted a custom-tailored, Velvet-brand kinky maid makeover; Dress, styling, training, hanging out with the ‘in’ crowd, the whole shebang.

Starlight placed a longing hoof on the poster. It was a guarantee, a promise, to transform Starlight Glimmer, the square-peg-awkward oddity, into the next Twilight Velvet, effortlessly-sexy super-popular kink goddess.

Okay, maybe not a sexy kink goddess, but it’d totally help her fit in a bit better. Seven brands was a small price to pay for that. Or it would be if only she could score a decent pay at the Society.

The kink club offered plenty of part-time opportunities to earn its play currency, the aptly named lashes, tallies and brands. Her exceptionally enthusiastic probation officer, a pegasus mare named Cirrus, had tried to introduce her to all the best-paying part-time jobs at the Society.

Unsurprisingly, a probation officer wasn’t the best of referees. It would appear even the kinkiest ponies in Equestria weren’t all that excited about hiring an ex-con.

She slipped her collar snugly around her neck and locked it in place. She shook her funk off and gave her mane a quick brush in the locker mirror before putting her game-face on. At least Cirrus had found one place willing to hire her, and by Celestia, she was gonna work the hay out of that job and score those brands!

She stood up on the tips of her hooves to reach for a decanter of 45% Starbright on the shelf behind the bar. She gave a little sigh as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bar’s reflective counterpiece. It didn’t help that having a bigger rump only emphasized how few tallies she had on it. Five tallies was all she had to her name. Five tallies was nowhere near the seven brands she needed.

So here she was, working for five lashes an hour, pouring drinks behind the bar. Admittedly, the Afterlight was a good place to work, being a quieter, smooth jazz affair geared towards the casual, the romantics, and even the occasional aftercarers.

The bar’s purple and pink mood light sparkled cheerfully in the tinkling ice as she poured another round of clocktails. She double and triple-checked the cheat sheet under the counter to make sure she got the recipes for the cocktails right.She waved down a passing pegasus waitress sporting both a white collar and mask. “A Cuddlebug and a Royal Wedding for the couple at the cuddle-bar.”

“Sure thing, Starlight.” The butter-coloured mare gave her a smile as she trotted over. Her cutie mark was just about visible under the short hem of her uniform; An open book. Starlight knew that in another life the mare, Page Turner, headed a small but rising publishing firm in Cloudsdale. But here in the Society she was a switch with a penchant for cum baths. It sure was nice to know what one wanted in life, or so Starlight thought.

Page Turner lifted the tray onto her back with a wing before frowning at the contents. “Say, I don’t think they ordered the bowl of sugarcubes.”

“They’re having a pre-session cuddle. It’ll help them get in the mood and give them a little boost when they get started. I added some dash to the drinks to make sure the sugar doesn’t get too overwhelming. And a little extra starbright to...” Starlight explained automatically, before breaking into a sudden blush as she realized she was rambling. “Uh, I mean, uh, I read that in a book.” She grinned sheepishly.

Page Turner gave a charming little chuckle. “Oh, Starlight, you’re just too sweet. I guess the customers all flock here to order from you for a reason. I’ll be sure to share any tips.” She gave the blushing Starlight a wink before trotting off to serve the couple wrapped in each other’s hooves behind the cuddle-bar’s privacy screen.

Starlight felt a teeny smile tug at her lips. Perhaps reading every single relationship guide in the library had its uses.

Feeling a little pep in her step, she returned to the front counter to find more ponies to serve. She stopped short. The only customer waiting at the bar was pointedly trying to read a newspaper, upside down. Judging by how the reader’s purple claws had torn half the front page, Starlight could tell the owner had decided to open and read the newspaper in a real hurry, the kind of hurry associated with, say, escaping somepony one knows.

How many customers would walk into the bar this early in the evening when it’s most deserted only to hide behind a newspaper from the bartender? How many of them had purple claws?

It was one benefit of having a small social circle; She didn’t have to guess twice. But how do you even greet somepony you know in an underground fetish dungeon? Avoid it and let it be awkward forever? Bite the bit and wave? “H-Hi, Spike. F-Fancy meeting you here.” Or just blurt it out, breezily. Yeah, totally nailed it.

“Bwh-w-who’s Spike? I don’t know any dragons named Spike. Nope! Nosiree!’ The newspaper squeaked in what Starlight decided was a decent attempt at falsetto. It was kinda reassuring to Starlight that they at least shared the common language of awkwardese.

Being a resident of Ponyville, the town nearest to the secretive Clocktower Society, it was relatively common to bump into fellow townies. It didn’t make it any less awkward to meet somepony you know in an underground kinky public playground.

The blush on the tall dragon’s cheeks was hard to miss, even with the festive dom mask he wore. “So much for that,” he muttered under his breath before glancing up at Starlight sheepishly. “Uh, please don’t tell Twilight?” he pleaded, meekly.

“What? That adult drakes and grownup ponies don’t spend every single evening dating books?” Starlight raised an eyebrow. “Besides, telling her means explaining why I come here, and that’s a conversation made entirely of nope. Just nope.” She shuddered at the very thought.

“Yeah, I kinda don’t wanna have to open that can of tatzlwurms myself. Meeting mom and dad here was weird enough.” Spike shuddered visibly. Starlight winced, realizing that it can’t have been easy, especially when your adopted mom is Twilight Velvet, the kinkiest sex goddess in the Society.

A pregnant pause followed. It gave birth to many more awkward little pauses as the two tried to look at anything but each other. “Sooooo…” Starlight finally ventured.

“Soooo….” Spike echoed, anxiously.

“Uh, well, we’re in a kinky fetish bar, I’m a bartender and you’re a customer, so um, I guess I should take your order! Yeah!” Starlight congratulated herself on saving herself with her perfectly watertight logic. “So, what’ll it be, Spike?” Starlight put on her best service grin.

“Uh, um...can I have a clocktower maretini?” Spike squinted down at the menu before noticing the horrified look on Starlight’s face. His eyes quickly darted back down to scan the drink’s description. “Uh, w-w-without the m-m-mare cum a-a-and uh, j-just serve it on the rocks, d-definitely n-not in a m-mare!”

“O-o-okay! Maretini without m-mare c-cum and n-not in a m-mare, c-coming right up!” Starlight squeaked.

“Darn it,” one of the subs sitting patiently in the holding cage underneath the counter muttered under her breath.

The awkward pause came back for another round as Starlight hurriedly mixed the drink. “So, uh, is this a little pre-session drink?” She fell back on her collection of bartender conversation-starters as shelevitated Spike’s maretini across the counter, complete with a cute little umbrella.

“Well, I heard there was a bartender here who gives good advice and good drinks,” Spike said, watching her twirl and catch her shaker in her magical grasp.

‘Ponyfeathers,’ Starlight cursed herself. “Well, I dunno….”

“Oh, lucky you, you’re looking at her.” The waitress, Page Turner, paused by the bar to chime in. “Hello, Master dragon. I’m Page Turner, by the way, your waitress for the evening.” She bobbed a curtsy.

“Oh, hi, uh, Page. Nice to meet you.” Spike’s eyes lingered briefly on Page’s white collar, a society colour code for ‘looking for a partner’.

‘Celestia’s flaming butt on a spork!’ Starlight swore inwardly at Page Turner’s accursed helpfulness. “Eheheheh, weeell, you know how ponies exaggerate…” Starlight chuckled nervously.

“Oh now, Starlight’s just being humble.” Page gave Starlight a wing-nudge. “Just tell her whatever’s troubling you. She’s as good as any den mother if not better! By the way…” She leaned in on the counter, cupping her chin in her wingtips. “If I can be nosy, do you two know each other?” She gave Starlight an eyebrow waggle so criminal it was worthy of banishment to the moon.

Spike’s furious blush at the insinuation didn’t help.

Starlight made a courageous stab at correcting her friend’s wandering imagination. “W-we just live together! I-I mean we share a roof! I-in the palace! I-I mean...” She promptly facehoofed and planted her hoof in her muzzle at the same time. “Gaaaaah, Page Turneeeer!”

“Oooh, look, somepony’s calling for service! Catch you in a bit!” Page giggled, prancing off to another table, leaving Starlight to burn an impression of her face into the countertop.

“Uh, your friend?” Spike tried to hide his blush behind his drink. If anything, his glow illuminated his pink cocktail.

“Kind of. And the Society’s biggest gossip.” Starlight groaned into the counter. “I’m so doomed.” She dolefully peered up at Spike. “I guess I’m also that bartender.” She huffed a stray lock of mane out of the way. “I’m not as helpful as ponies say, though. Often all they need is somepony to bounce ideas off. I guess I’m just particularly bouncy. So, what can I help you with? If you don’t mind chatting to me about it, that is.”

Spike turned thoughtfully silent as he sipped his drink. “Starlight, I can trust you with a secret, right?” He set his drink down, waiting for Starlight to nod. “Well, truth is, I’ve, y’know, kinda, sorta always had this thing for, well, Rarity.”

“Really? I never would have guessed,” Starlight said in perfect deadpan.

“Yeah. Well, I’m really happy for her, finding her special somepony and all. But…” He gazed down into his drink, his smile turning distant. Starlight couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern at the melancholy in his gaze. “Well, I kinda felt a little bummed out too, for myself mainly, as selfish as that sounds.”

“Spike…” Starlight reached out for his claw. She could see it in those deep emerald eyes. Loss was a horrible, desperate thing, especially if it was some lifelong yearning. She of all ponies knew that better than anypony. “There’s nothing selfish about feeling for a loss.”

“Well, ‘felt’, past tense. I still miss her, but I’m better. Thanks for the concern, though.” Spike chuckled softly, though he let her squeeze his claw all the same. “Cadance came and had a chat with me, several chats, something about her ‘lovey-dovey radar’ going ‘ping’. It kinda helped. I’m mostly over it, I think. She asked me to write this ‘love report’ to help move on. Except, well, I’m kinda stuck on it.” He rubbed the fins on the back of his head. “Figure that, getting stuck on moving on.”

“Love report?” Starlight said flatly, one eye twitching. ‘Is this what we have alicorn princesses for?’

“Yeah, I’m meant to write a little romance story starring, well, me, and some fantasy pony or ponies, anypony but Rarity.” Spike’s voice trailed off. Starlight watched him blush softly again as he avoided her gaze. Strange. “And as I said, I’m kinda stuck.”

‘If I didn’t know any better I’d think Princess Cadance was messing around.’ Starlight huffed. “So you need to write a little romance story and you came to Equestria’s biggest kink playground for inspiration?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Spike said, sheepishly.

“Could be worse. You could’ve asked Twilight for help with your homework.” They both winced at the idea. “So what are you stuck on?”

“I dunno, I guess I’ve worked all my life towards having a relationship with one pony. I never really imagined what I’d have with anypony else.” He murmured, taking another sip. Starlight couldn’t help but notice the way he held his cocktail glass, the way he sat, how neatly manicured his claws were, all of it was straight out of some higher society etiquette rulebook. The poor drake had really worked hard to be the prince charming he knew Rarity wanted, only for the mare to fall for another stallion.

“I see. You don’t know what kind of relationship you’d have with somepony you don’t yet know. Well, let’s look at it from another angle. What kind of relationship would a dragon want to have?” Starlight tapped a hoof on her chin thoughtfully. “Since you’ve gone to all the trouble of coming to the Society, why don’t we go see how other dragons handle it here?”

Spike snorted. “Pft, yeah. I dunno, Starlight. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little bit different from most dragons.”

“Well, do you have anywhere else to start?” Starlight cocked her head to one side.

“I dunno, there’s, well….okay, you got me.” Spike sighed. “Where do I start?”

“Well, most of the dragon dens are private play areas so you wouldn’t be able to just stroll into somepony else’s session,” Starlight said, thoughtfully. “It is dragon night at the hunting grounds, though.”

“Hunting grounds?” Spike tilted his head to one side.

“It’s the Society’s public play area for predator-prey play,” Starlight explained.

“Dragon night’s always fun, especially when you have a real dragon to go with. You two should totally go.” The Element of Misunderstandings, Page Turner, chimed in once more. “In fact, if you two help with moving some supplies out of storage, we won’t need anymore hooves for the rest of the night and I can easily clear it with the boss for you to get off your shift tonight.”

“Page, I…” Starlight’s voice trailed off as she watched her friend zoom off in search of their boss mare. “Welp. I guess we’re going.”

“How are we going to get in on this dragon night event though?” Spike frowned.

Starlight gave him a flat look. “You’re a dragon.” She deadpanned.

“Oh, right.”

“Is this really a storage room?” Spike frowned, eyeing the storage shelves in one of the bar’s many backrooms. “These weren’t always wine shelves. They look more like those old-fashioned scrolleries.”

“Wow, I don’t think anypony else ever identified them for what they are, Spike. You got it in one,” Starlight said as she levitated another barrel of Starbright onto the waiting cart.

“I’ve hung around Twilight far too long,” Spike said, offhoofedly.

“The Society’s so ancient that a lot of it is new stuff built on top or inside of old stuff. This whole building used to be a Kindler library back in their heyday before they up and moved. Nowadays they only have enough followers to maintain the Cathedral of the First Fire,” Starlight explained. “They moved all the old scriptures from these archives about a century ago.”

“They left this thing though.” Spike nodded at what looked like a large, slanted writing desk if writing desks came complete with shackles and straps where the writing surface should be. “Somepony’s tried to repair and clean it. There are lots of fresh nails and metal plates and the straps are brand new but the wood is as old as the rest of the scrollery.”

“Yeah, the bar manager was trying to restore it, maybe turn it into a conversation piece in the bar. She said she thinks it works but she just never found a good place to set it up on the shop floor,” Starlight explained.

“Is it a desk or a rack?” Spike frowned at the straps.

“Both. Apparently they called this a ‘Kindle Scribe’.” Starlight said. “You know about the technology behind firelink cards, Ex-Ps discs and our clopography projectors?”

“Yeah, mom tried to explain it all to me. Something about adamantite being very good at storing and replaying memories.” Spike nodded.

“Well, turns out they can also store thoughts and fantasies. During the war against the windigoes, they used to transfer secret war communiques by inscribing them on fur using an adamantite pen. The act of inscribing and reading required a willing sub and a dom, making sure the messages could never be read by the enemy. They later discovered that you can stick parchment inside an adamantite scriber and use it to print text, those things over there.” Starlight pointed a hoof at the phallic crystalline pods arrayed on the desk. “Three guesses where they go, first two don’t count.”

“Kind of redundant if you can just as easily put pen to parchment.” Spike cleared his throat, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Apparently the dom doesn’t even have to write. They simply have to touch the adamantite pen to the sub’s fur and their imagination will be converted to text. Plus the sub can experience whatever the dom is imagining and by doing so contribute to the final script. It’s like writing with two brains rather than one.” Starlight explained, before realizing she was rambling once more. “Sorry, got carried away there.”

“Hay, I was just thinking we should also get a supply of Dash and…” Page Turner froze at the storage room door on finding Starlight and Spike examining the scriber pods. Her lips turned up in a lascivious smile as she slowly receded. “Ooooops, sorry, I’ll come back when you two lovebirds are done.”

“Gah! Page! Come back!” Starlight and Spike rushed out after Page with the supplies in hoof, the kindle scribe left forgotten for the time being.

Awe. For Starlight, at least, it was difficult to feel anything but awe at the enormous underground cavern that was Clocktower Equestria East. The lights from the kinky city and glowing, hot spring rivers below would glimmer and dance across every facet of the vast cave. Most breathtaking was the Fire of Devotion, the brilliant ball of flame burning high above, a ghost straight out of the Hearthswarming legends.

The two drew a few passing glances from the doms, subs and switches thronging the main boulevard that ran through the upper dungeons. The street between the auction house and pet town was already quite busy with ponies despite the early hour. The cafes, restaurants and cuddle dens were busiest with members partaking in pre-session drinks, snacks and snuggles. There weren’t many public play sessions on the streets just yet. The couples showing off their fun and games never failed to draw Starlight’s envy.

“Here it is, the hunting grounds.” The boulevard ended in a warmly lit plaza overlooking a sprawling underground nature reserve containing everything from shadowy woods to open savannah.

“How do they maintain such a big park underground?” Spike wondered out loud.

“The Fire of Devotion had to keep farms and orchards growing through the frozen Tartarus that was the windigo wars. Compared to that, keeping an underground park growing is probably way easier,” Starlight reasoned. “The entrance is over there by the hunting lodges.”

They made their way down the sloping path that curved towards a complex of wooden buildings and the large majestic gates to the enclosure that was the hunting grounds. Enormous flaming sconces on either side of the gate lit up the aged wood of the open doors, reminding Starlight of the humongous gates from that fictional dinosaur theme park from that one adventure novel.

“You know an awful lot about the Society, Starlight,” Spike said as they reached the lodge next to the gate, the lights from a cheerful fireplace within spilling out of its windows. An impressive banner hanging across the lodge’s facade declared it to be ‘Dragon Night’. Beneath it was a sign that invited doms in for free changeling-fire potions to transfigure into a dragon for the night.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I, uh, do a lot of research!” Starlight chuckled nervously. Yeah, it was totally not because she had scoured the entire Society for somewhere to fit in, nope.

“So what exactly are we doing here again?” Spike asked, watching a collared sub and a masked dom chatter idly as they trotted into the hunting lodge together, seemingly planning out their session.

“We find some dragons for you to observe,” Starlight said, simply. “See if you can pick up anything from how they interact with ponies.”

“I’m meant to learn how to form relationships with mares in a predator prey play area?” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it’s not like we have any better ideas, right?” Starlight’s argument was, rather worryingly, watertight.

Their conversation was interrupted by Starlight’s member badge buzzing, blinking a bright red. “What’s going on there?” Spike asked.

“You see the signs by the gate?” Starlight pointed up at the glowing red clockfaces on either side of the gateway. “The hunting grounds is a special district called a ‘Field of Unspoken Consent or F.U.C.’. Any sub who walks in there is treated as having silver-studded collars, meaning they give unspoken consent for anypony to come and play with them. My badge is just buzzing to warn me I’m approaching one.”

“Huh.” Spike’s expression turned to one of concern. “Uh, are you gonna be okay?”

“Oh, uh, well, I’m already wearing a silver-studded collar. But you’re a dragon and you’re kinda, well, with me.” Starlight vaguely waved a forehoof.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess I am,” Spike murmured, cheeks glowing bright once more. “I’m not cramping your style, am I?”

“What? Oh, no, no, no, I, uh, never really get picked up anyway.” Starlight’s murmur trailed off into an uncomfortable silence.

“Hm? Sorry, I didn’t catch that last bit?” Spike asked.

“I said the night’s not getting younger! Let’s go find us some dragons!” Starlight declared loudly, stomping off past the gates. Spike lingered behind, giving her an odd look, before shaking himself and galumphing after Starlight.

It wasn’t a real forest. Where proper forests are meant to be overgrown and a hazard to trot through, let alone gallop, this one was designed for prey to run freely, safe in the knowledge that they only things they’d be falling into were the ferocious claws of the predators hunting them.

There were clear paths lined with the occasional thin bush or hollow tree to hide or ambush from. Starlight even spotted a few glens and burrows a little ways off the paths, presumably makeshift dens that hunters could drag their prey into for more private fun.

It was real enough though, with a lifelike breeze that stirred the leaves below and stars twinkling in the artificial sky visible between the branches aboves.

Starlight peered into the mouth of one particularly promising-looking hunter den, a cave half-hidden in a craggy rock face. A barbeque spit big enough to hold a pony (probably designed to do just that) hung over what Starlight was sure was a play fire pit.

Inside the cave were a few empty cages and manacles set into the walls, presumably to allow the predators to enjoy their captured prey in a more leisurely manner. The little den had everything but dragons.

“You’d think dragons would be easier to spot.” Starlight huffed.

“What was that?”

“Akh!” Starlight almost jumped high enough to drive her horn through the cave’s roof. “D-don’t sneak up on me like that, Spike!” she hissed.

“Sorry,” the dragon murmured sheepishly. Starlight couldn’t help but feel somewhat impressed that somebeing big enough to play hoofball with her teeny unicorn body could look sheepish. “Is this one of the play areas?” He gave the den an appraising hum, his eyes falling upon the toy chest. “Neato.”

“Yeah. It’ll be nice to find a dragon doing dragon stuff out in the open but failing that we can search these dens until we find a dragon at work,” Starlight said.

“Hay, I never got to ask you, are you, uh, collecting that play money stuff for something?” Spike suddenly asked in between peering through the chest’s contents. “If you don’t mind me asking that is.”

“Oh, that.” Starlight winced a little at the reminder. “I’m kinda sorta putting together the brands for Twilight Velvet’s charity maid makeover thing.”

“Oh, that thing.” Spike shuddered visibly. Starlight felt a little sorry for the drake. The image of his adopted mom prancing about in a kinky maid outfit can’t be a pleasant one. “I didn’t think it was your sort of thing, Starlight.”

“Oh, no, no, it isn’t.” Starlight didn’t hesitate to say.

“Why bother then?” Spike frowned.

“Oh, well, uh, because it’s everypony else’s thing?” Starlight vaguely waved a hoof. She found she didn’t need to think too much about an honest response. The look on Spike’s face made her wish she had thought about her answer just a tiny bit more. Between that and the glance he spared her silver-studded collar, there wasn’t much for him to work out.

She was very quickly reminded that the baby dragon she had first encountered all those years ago had long since grown up under the guidance of at least two princesses and one of the most terrifying mares ever for a mom and boasted a mature perceptiveness to match.

He sat down on his haunches with the barest of thumps on the rock floor. Even that alone was enough to make her flinch, his piercing draconic stare notwithstanding. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, simply.

Ages of learning as the student to the princess of friendship herself would implore she speak her troubles to such a willing friend. “I…” She faltered. “N-no, th-there isn’t much to talk about.”

Spike said nothing, his silence speaking volumes to her obvious lie. Starlight felt a pang of guilt, remembering how the drake hadn’t hesitated for a moment to share his own troubles with her, no matter how painful. “Well, you know I’ll be here when there is.” He smiled lightly, turning his attention back to the chest of toys.

“Y-yeah, thanks. I’ll, uh, be out here doing, um, y’know, stuff.” Starlight trotted past him, a rigid forcefulness in her steps.

She was far out of earshot of the den before she even dared stifle a sob. She leaned back against a tree as she bit back a tear or two. ‘It’s okay, it’s just a touch of self-pity. Just breathe and it’ll be all okay.’ She wiped away the errant dampness in her cheeks as she gazed wistfully up at the night sky peering in between the canopy above.

It was all so much easier back when she had cutie marks to blame. But after years of learning about friendship and acceptance, she had nothing but the ugly truth for a companion.

She didn’t get to wallow for long. Her ears twitched. She had felt it before she even heard it. Her hearing strained against the deafening silence. The only sound she heard was the faintest of rustling from screen of bramble only three pony-lengths away.

By the time the distance registered in her mind, she knew it was already too late. The humongous shadow was already looming over her in a ferocious leap.

She squeaked as she dropped to the forest floor. She felt diamond-hard scales graze the tufts of her ears as it sailed overhead, missing her by a hair’s breadth.

She was flattened to the earth by the downdraft of its mighty wings alone. Her horn lit up, preparing a rapid teleportation spell.

A mighty roar shook the forest, its boom flattening her mane against her face. The magical sparks charging around her horn winked out as if blown away by the galeforce roar.

She whimpered, her trembling hooves clawing helplessly at the earth in a pitiful attempt to crawl away. The prey inside her knew she was well and truly captured. The mighty predator lunged for its prize. She closed her eyes tight, bracing for the worst.

Something landed heavily in the earth in front of her, clawing up dirt and grass in a tidalwave as it skid to a halt. She could feel the flapping of mighty wings above her cut into the air, the squall whipping at her mane. An even mightier roar, complete with bright green dragonfire, lit up the clearing like an emerald sun.

“Whoah whoah whoah!” The lunging predator dug its own claws into the ground, skidding to a stop just shy of slamming into the green and purple obstacle suddenly in its way. “Hey, pal, what gives?! I saw her first!” A deep, feminine voice growled.

“Towertop, dude.” Starlight recognized the safeword. Every member of the Society had the three standard safewords drilled into them during orientation. ‘Towertop’ was the absolute order to stop, drop, unknot and comfort. She shakily realized it came from the draconic wall towering protectively in front of her, Spike. “Sorry to rain on your parade but she’s with me.”

“Whoah, towertop, okay,” the predator acknowledged the safeword by echoing it as it stepped into a pool of starlight, revealing itself to be a feminine pink dragon towering at least twice Spike’s size. Upon its long, shapely snout perched a black dom mask.

Strapped to its humongous back was a basket bearing three mares and two stallions, all wearing black sub collars coding for long term relationships. Starlight’s eyes were immediately drawn to the pink flame glowing from what was unmistakably their bellies. “That okay with you, lady?” The dragon peered around Spike’s shoulders to check on Starlight.

Starlight somehow found her voice, eking out the faintest of squeaks. “Y-yeah, t-t-towertop.”

The female dragon nodded with satisfaction before turning back to Spike. “Sorry, I didn’t even notice you standin’ in the shadows, all shadowy-like. I just finished rounding up my hoard, see?” She gestured at the ponies in the basket on her back. “ That’s when I saw your marefriend without a hunter tag and thought she was a lonely mare who’d enjoy the company of my hoard tonight.”

“Hunter tag?” Spike looked back at Starlight for clarification.

“You don’t know about the hunter tags?” A unicorn mare peeking out of the basket on the dragon’s back said. “It’s these things.” She showed the glowing red tags strapped to her chest and back. “If you two are come in here as a couple then your marefriend should wear one of these to make sure nopony else hunts her. The tags will light up red for everypony but you.”

“Oh, uh….” Spike turned halfway to Starlight to mouth, ‘what the hay?’

“Ooops?” Starlight suggested, apologetically. She glanced up at Spike. Well, they had come this far, at least there was one way she could make it up to the poor drake. “Uh, actually, Spike and I were kinda sorta hoping to learn a little about dragons.”

“Ya got one here. I can tell he ain’t guzzled one of’em changeling potions to get these abs.” The dragoness nodded at Spike. “Oh, wait, I recognize you. You’re that twerp who gave away the dragon sceptre to Lady Ember. Raised by ponies, right? Some kind of ponyland hero or something? Well, you ain’t as twerpy as you were, so they must be feeding you right!” She guffawed heartily.

“I...guess so?” Spike seemed to be having as much trouble as Starlight at making sense of this particular dragoness.

“Well, thanks to your meddling, Lady Ember forced us to go out and mingle with ponies. I guess we have you to blame for me meeting my hoard.” The dragoness gestured up at her subs riding on her back. They waved down merrily from their basket. “So I guess you’ve earned an answer or two on the house. The rest’s gonna cost ya though.” She grinned toothily at them.

“So what do you mean by your hoard?” Starlight asked, her own curiosity brimming.

“Well, see, my hoard is, uh, my hoard. Duh.” The dragoness’ earlier confidence seemed to crack under the blooming blush on her face.

The unicorn mare perching on her back giggled, patting a comforting hoof on the dragon’s head. “Mistress Ruby might act all tough but she gets all mushy when she talks about us.”

The dragoness only muttered something about silly ponies and idle threats of intense belly rubs.

“We are Mistress Ruby’s hoard, my hoard brothers and sisters and I.” The unicorn went on, gesturing at herself and her fellow subs. “As you know dragons love to hoard. That sense of owning their hoard is what makes a dragon stronger. So as Mistress Ruby and many Society dragons discovered, having a hoard that willingly give themselves make them even stronger.”

“...’s not just that.” Ruby the dragoness muttered under her breath, lips pursed into an adorable pout. “Stupid sexy ponies.”

“We kinda dragged her out here for some predator prey play. She’s really a gold mask mistress who prefers spoiling us rotten.” The unicorn giggled. “Dragons love to ‘polish’ their hoard until they shine. It kinda translates to playing momma and making sure we’re all happy and loved.” Her fellow subs nodded in agreement, much to the dragoness’ silent chagrin. “You know we love you, Mistress Ruby.” She patted her dragon lovingly.

Starlight noticed Spike had whipped out a notebook and quill via dragonfire and was avidly taking notes. Good, they were getting somewhere.

“I see somepony’s interested in becoming somedrake’s hoard,” the unicorn teased, seemingly mistaking Starlight’s smile for interest.

“Wh-wh-wha, I-I don’t, I mean, uh….?!” Starlight burst into a brilliant crimson. She turned to Spike for help, only to find the drake carefully aiming his own blush elsewhere. ‘Spike, you’re useless!’

“In that case, you should know about how a dragon and their hoard make it official.” The unicorn’s forehoof trailed down to the pink flame burning in her belly. “Perhaps it’s best if Mistress Ruby demonstrates it with Polished Apple here?” She curled a hoof around one of her fellow subs. “After all, teaching is her special talent.” She smirked.

The earth pony mare blushed bright, her glasses misting up. “U-um, o-okay, I guess? B-but please be gentl-eeeeeep!” She squeaked as her mistress reached up and took hold of her around her barrel, cradling her in one massive claw. “M-Mistress!”

The dragoness smirked down at the helpless little slave in her claw, seemingly all too eager to give Spike and Starlight a live demonstration. “Spread.” She commanded.

“Y-yes, M-Mistress!” Polished Apple squeaked, obediently spreading her hind legs and revealing her plump marelips for her Mistress.

Starlight and Spike stared, open-mouthed, watching as the dragoness brought the helpless mare’s nethers up to her waiting snout. The mare eeped, tensing up as gouts of pink dragonflame licked at her inner thighs, tickling her glistening pussy.

With an almighty huff, the dragoness breathed a thick burst of dragonfire straight into her waiting marehood and tailhole. The mare threw her head back, letting out a passionate cry of pleasure and pain. The fire didn’t singe a single hair. Instead, the raging inferno ravished the poor mare, her entire body arching in a rictus of pure ectasy. The pink flame in her belly flared brighter, as if kindled and renewed by her mistress’ fire. Her petite frame writhed in the onslaught of passion, her body spasming with waves upon waves of pleasure.

Starlight’s mind had yet to catch up with her when the dragoness finally let the quivering mare collapse on in the hooves of her unicorn hoard sister. Only then did Starlight realize she had drooled all over her own collar. Spike had fared no better, his quill and notebook lying forgotten on the forest floor.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” The unicorn smirked at their faces. She cradled her trembling hoard sister lovingly, giving her a little kiss as she caressed her quivering belly and the dragonflame burning within. “This is how dragons mark their hoard as theirs. The fun part is, nopony but Mistress can use us without getting burned as long as the flame burns inside us. It makes us exclusively hers as long as she keeps renewing the flame. In your case, not only will it protect you from the barbs on your drakefriend’s cock, it’ll also let him penetrate any of your holes no matter how big he gets. Won’t stop you feeling every inch of pain and pleasure though.”

Starlight was sure she wasn’t meant to feel information overload in her nethers. “Um, yes, I-I mean no, I-I mean you weren’t even asking me a question so I have no idea what I’m saying ‘yes’ to, I mean ‘no’ to, uh, I’ll just shut up now.” She plugged a hoof in her mouth.

Starlight was just starting to shrink under their giggles when Spike came to her rescue with a question. “What about, uh, dragon greed? Won’t you grow uncontrollably?” Starlight spared him a grateful look before burying her burning face in her hooves.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” the unicorn reassured. “Draconic greed doesn’t seem to happen with living hoards like us. Unlike inanimate objects, we don’t stop giving.”

“You get nearly unlimited hoard power without having to expand to gather bigger and bigger hoards. All the win, none of the losses.” Ruby chuckled. “You got all that, twerp? You might just make it as a dragon yet. Hahahah!”

“Maybe I will,” Spike murmured quietly to himself, though just loud enough for Starlight to hear.

“Now, that little show’s worked up an appetite. Gather up, you lot. We’re heading back to the lair so’s I can wreck the rest of your pony butts,” Ruby declared, picking up the unicorn and the recovering earth pony and depositing them back in her basket.

“Oh, word of advice, kid. Your hoard belongs to you. Raise them high, show’em off, let nobody think otherwise. I’d start right here, so’s nobody else come stealing your hoard away.” She turned away, spreading her wings wide. With a flap and a gust of wind, she was off. Her hoard waved back at them as they banked across the forest before disappearing into the distance.

A rather awkward silence settled in between the remaining two like the third wheel nobody asked for.

“Sooo….” Starlight tried to break the awkward silence with more awkwardness.

“So…” Spike echoed, matching her awkwardness with his own. “Uh, that was some good advice. We should do that.”

“Y-y-y-you c-can’t be s-seriously considering b-b-breathing your h-hot flaming dragonfire i-in my c-coochie a-and m-making me your h-h-hoard!” Starlight’s head steamed, her mouth rambling like a runaway Friendship Express. “N-n-n-not that I-I-I’d mind o-or a-anything, i-if anything I k-k-kinda maybe sort of want to try it too, and m-maybe I find you kinda sorta maybe….”

“Uh, Starlight, I meant carrying you on my back so that nobody goes after you again,” Spike pointed out, carefully clearing his throat.

“Oooooooh, thaaaat advice. Yeaaaaah, we should totally do that, yep.” Starlight chuckled nervously as Spike lowered himself, offering a claw for her to climb. “Right after I go jump in a tentacle pit or something to bucking cool myself off,” she added quietly to herself as she clambered onto his back and settled between his wings. He was nowhere near as humongous as Ruby. Still, Starlight couldn’t help but wonder how big a hoard he’ll carry on this back of his one day.

“And, uh, Starlight?” Spike looked over his shoulder back at her.

“Yeah?” Starlight moped. She wasn’t sure why she felt mopey all of a sudden. Might be the immediate lack of tentacle pits.

“Uh, well, I wouldn’t mind, um, hoarding you either.” He quickly looked away, his draconic fins glowing a telltale red.

“Wait, what? What was that you said?” Starlight demanded. “Spike?”

“Hang on tight!” Spike called out.

“Wait, Spike, I didn’t catch what youaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAH!” She squeaked as the dragon beneath her leapt up into the air, wings beating powerfully at the earth. The wind surged through her mane as they shot straight up into the artificial night sky. “SPIIIIIIIIIIIKE!”

“Hay, you okay?” Spike leaned in to peer up at her face worriedly.

“I’ll live,” Starlight muttered, planting her face flat against the cool parapet stone. The Society’s grand plaza sprawled beneath them with the brilliance of a hundred lanterns. The balcony they had landed on and now occupied was cozily lit by comparison, offset by the warm glow of the Fire of Devotion burning high above them like a purple moon. Afterlight’s rooftop terrace offered a choice of private lounging areas, one of which had been appropriated to nurse Starlight’s sudden bout of airsickness.

“You don’t have any trouble flying on your own,” Spike pointed out, offering her a mug of tea. She could tell Spike brewed it himself, likely borrowing Afterlight’s kitchen to do so. The tea he made was always distinctly sweet in both smell and taste.

“Thanks,” Starlight said, levitating the tea over to herself. “And no, I self-levitate. There’s a difference. Levitating is lifting. Flying is avoiding crashing and dying horrifically.”

“You mistake me for Rainbow Dash. I’m not the masochist with a fetish for getting rammed into the ground.”

“I didn’t know that about Rainbow. Now I can’t unknow it,” Starlight grumbled, sipping her tea.

Glowing party balloons and confetti wafted past their balcony from the plaza below. “What’s going on down there?” Spike peered down at the throng of ponies, dragons and assorted other species gathering in the grand plaza. Bright lanterns and festival bunting decorated every inch. Stalls made up of public play dungeons were set up all around, with themes ranging from hunting lodges to dragon nests.

“It’s the dragon hunt festival. They normally hold it at the hunter’s lodge. I guess this year they’re making a bit more of a splash. The Afterlight bar’s been advertising ‘the best front row seats to the action’ from the roof terrace for over a month,” Starlight said.

“You could say that again.” Spike blushed a little, eyes drawn to the dragons set up in the stalls, providing a public show for festival goers. He watched one enormous blue dragon grip two of his hoard subs in one claw as casually as one might hold a toy. The two mares could only writhe against one another, moaning helplessly as the dragon brought them both down on his draconic double cock. True to the unicorn’s words, the brilliant blue flame burning in their nethers allowed them to take his cocks all the way down. The crowd clapped and cheered as the dragon’s mighty knots disappeared inside the subs, drawing loud orgasmic cries from the two.

“There’s meant to be some sort of speech from the guild boss. How is anypony meant to get any attention in this?” Starlight wondered, her own eyes drawn to a hoard cradled lovingly in their dragon’s lap. Their master was teaching fellow dragons the right way to brush pony fur to a beautiful shine. The little mare he was demonstrating on cooed happily under his gentle brushing technique.

“Oh, I guess that’s how.” Spike pointed down at a raised podium. Bound to it was a mousy-maned bat mare. The iron manacles binding her legs to the podium were all that prevented her from flying off from the merciless pounding she was receiving from the big green dragon claiming both of her holes.

Starlight couldn’t help but feel awed by how the mare somehow managed to continue delivering her speech like a soldier, albeit a rather squeaky one. It certainly got everypony’s rapt attention. “T-thank you—Aaaaa—all f-for making tonight s-s-special! N-now, w-without further ado —eeeeee—I p-present to you the star of the show, Velvet Elegy and Pop Rock the dragon!”

Starlight felt a profound hush calm the plaza as the stage at its centre was lit up with a warm pink glow cast by the Fire of Devotion above. The ethereal spotlight lit up the familiar form of the Society’s rising songstress, Velvet Elegy, clad in nothing but an ornately designed custom collar. In her cream-coloured belly burned a bright white flame. In her magical grip floated an electric fyre, a lyre-like instrument Starlight knew to be unique to the Society.

The bright white dragon next to her bounded onto the stage with an ecstatic grin. “Hellooo, Clocktower! Velvet Elegy and Pop Rock’s here to light a fire inside you tonight!” He introduced them with a gout of white dragonfire.

“Hi,” Velvet Elegy greeted the crowd with her own brand of deadpan enthusiasm. The crowd chuckled and cheered, chanting her name wildly.

“And together we’re going to get you all moving and, in the case of some of you, bucking—”This earned Pop Rock some laughter. “—to one of my favourite numbers. This is Velvet’s rocking rendition of an old folk song, one from the Frost Wars, when dragons and pony Kindlers sang in the same language. Lovely subs and gentledoms, this is Ait doviisease, ‘I know now with all my heart that I am loved.’

“So, you sure put a lot of work into this job,” Spike said conversationally, rubbing a claw over the Afterlight logo on the tea mug.

Starlight pulled her attention away from the rest of the duo’s introduction to look up at Spike. “It was the only place in the Society that would hire me.” She hid her wince with a shrug.

“It’s more than just that. I heard from all the ponies who told me to come visit the Afterlight for advice. You put a lot of effort into helping your customers, giving them great advice, solving all their problems no matter how big or small.” Spike gave her a level look. “I mean, you almost got run over by a giant dragon trying to help me with a love report. And now I know I think I finally have some idea of what I want, thanks to you. That’s more than most bartenders do. That’s something a kind, generous pony does.”

A bright, melodic orchestral number began to play from below, accompanied by a loud cheer. The concert had begun.

“I guess…” Starlight stared down at her own murky reflection in her tea. “I guess I just want everypony to make it. Whether it’s a dom wondering how to propose to her sub or a sub thinking of having foals, I want them to find what they’re looking for.”

“And what about Starlight? What’s Starlight looking for? And who’s going to help her find it?” Spike’s words dropped a solid block of ice in her chest.

A deep, draconic voice filled the air with a moving passion that carried the song with a gentle but powerful grace.

“Muovisudov, weir oikise thou? (My beloved treasure, where are you?)

Once again I search anew

For treasure at the end of the rainbow

But the whole world is never enough

(Never enough)

“Then someday, out of the blue

I find somepony who’ll see me through

I find you,

(I find you)”

Starlight felt something wet drip on her hooves. She bitterly realized it was her own tears. ‘No, not in front of other ponies.’ She closed her eyes tight to try and stem the rest.

She felt something warm grasp her forehooves tightly, comfortingly. She blinked, peering up through her watery eyes. She found a pair of brilliant emerald eyes peering tenderly back at her.

“Starlight, you know how I said I found what I want? Well, I….would you…?” She heard him whisper softly. “Would you let me be the one to help you?”

A gentle soprano rose up to meet the melody, starting from a soft susurration that quickly grew into a powerful crescendo.

“Uud maise weiri,

uud oikishe fa Hotet dove uu. (I am here, hoping for the One who loves me)

Always running in the dark

Holding out for a star to see me

Never seeing the forest for the trees

Until you find me

And raise me to the stars

You light a spark in me, a fire

(You light a fire)”

Starlight felt something well up and overflow in an overwhelming surge. Deep within she saw a little filly yearning for friends, an angry mare taking vengeance on a whole village for a life of loneliness, and an even lonelier mare searching for forgiveness and acceptance. She looked up and found that acceptance had found her, and he was warmer and more comforting than she had ever imagined.

He slowly leaned in, his gaze asking for permission. She reached up towards him in answer. She felt her tears silenced by something warm brushing against her lips. She giggled softly into his awkward kiss before pressing deeply with her own. They melted into one another, her little pony tongue embracing his powerful serpentine one.

Some primitive pony instinct quivered at being caught between his sharp draconic fangs and predatorial maw. Fear and passion melted together into something almost primal, animal. And yet deep within it was something warm, gentle, loving, something distinctively him.

They drew apart briefly, if only to draw air like impassioned divers, just as the two singers below met in a sonorous duet. Their eyes drank in one another. He grinned lopsidedly. She ponysqueaked back at him.

As the song rose to a triumphant finale, the two new lovers melted into another deep, frantic kiss. Starlight felt it as a quivering warmth at first before her muzzle was flooded with an incandescence that filled her to her core. The explosive surge of heat rippled across her entire body, caressing every inch of her like an all-embracing lover.

Only then did she feel it. A dragon by nature only took. This was what it was for a dragon to give, to love. She felt it in the dragonfire surging through her.

“Tatet actou fa thout, dove thout (The one who sings for you loves you)

I’ll always be there for you

No matter what we’re going through

Ait doviisease (I know now with all my heart that I am loved)

It’s always, always you on my mind

And now I know that I am yours and you are mine”

Explosive applause filled the air. There were probably confetti and streamers, maybe even fireworks. But Starlight was too drunk on dragonfire to care. She found herself pinned down against the lounger by the ferocious draconic maw ravishing her muzzle, filling her with every ounce of dragonfire it could muster.

Starlight panted softly as they finally parted, little flickers of emerald dragonfire still dancing on her tongue. She gazed up at the emerald serpentine eyes peering deeply into her own. Breathlessly, she whispered, “Whoah, Spike…” Suddenly, she let out a little burp, belching a little gout of green fire of her own. “Whoops, eheheh,” she ponysqueed sheepishly. “I guess I gotta get used to that, huh?”

“Uh, was that okay?” Spike panted, also looking sheepish.

“Okay? Okay?” Starlight balked. “Spike, that was very okay!” She ran a hoof over the emerald flame burning in her belly. She felt it radiate a soothing warmth, as if she had one of Spike’s freshly dried towels wrapped all around her.

“Good, because, uh, I’m kinda sorta maybe, um, falling in love with you,” Spike blurted out. “I-it’s not just a sudden thing. I-I mean I’ve always known how earnest, kind and generous you are, and I’ve always admired that about you. You helped me open my eyes and see past my own snout tonight and, uh, I guess I’m finally seeing right for the first time. And now I finally see you properly, and, well, um…”

Starlight could only giggle at his boyish awkwardness. That was mushy as buck. But she didn’t mind that about him. If anything, she loved it.

He frowned down at her giggle before she darted in for a quick peck on his snout. If only he knew how much his words, his acceptance, meant to her. If she had to spend her entire life showing him, she would.

“And you were one of the first to see the good in me, always have been since the day we met. You see it especially when I don’t, especially when I need it most. I love you too, Spike.” She reached up and pulled him into another soft kiss. Their kisses were still clumsy, but they knew they’d have all the time in the world to practice.

They didn’t part this time, only allowing enough distance for their lips to lightly brush. The warmth of their panting breaths and dragonfire mingled, tingling fur and scales alike. “I think I know what I’m writing for my report now.” Spike chuckled softly into her lips.

Starlight felt a little smile play across her lips. Spike’s eyes widened with surprise as he felt her hind legs curl up around his belly, clinging onto him tightly. “Then I say we write it right now, Master.”

They burst through the door to the Afterlight’s scribery. Spike’s tail whipped the door closed, his claws full with his beloved captive. Finally alone together, he shed the restraint that had kept him from ravishing her in front of her co-workers at the bar.

Starlight had never imagined how a single word could light such a ferocious fire in a dragon. And she loved it.

She squeaked as the dragon’s immense weight pinned her up against the rough stone walls. His claws roved all over her, raking through her fur. She felt him growl with appreciation as his claws traced the beautiful curves she didn’t even realize she had.

She felt his claws find her cutie mark, giving her flanks a rough squeeze, digging his claws deep into her fur. She imagined him leaving dragon claw marks all over her cutie mark, all over her, showing to all the world that she belonged to a dragon.

His ferocious maw found her tiny pony muzzle. He pressed his lips into hers, surprisingly tenderly considering his earlier roughness. She felt herself melt into the kiss as he pulled her away from the wall. She floated, feeling weightless in his powerful grip as he carried her with him.

She moaned into his mouth as she felt him plant her roughly on the padded bench of the kindle scribe.“I-I don’t think I can wait a moment longer, Starlight,” he whispered hoarsely against her lips.

“M-me neither. C-cut the foreplay. F-forget writing. T-Tie me up and t-take me! Now!” Starlight hissed back at him.

“What was that?” Spike growled back, teasingly.

“U-uh...” Starlight blushed a violent red. “Um, p-please tie me up and take me now, M-Master?”

The dragon let out a feral howl as he pinned her with his wildest kiss yet, using his weight to hold her down as he fumbled with the straps around her hooves. She obediently held her hooves out for him to tie down, helping him buckle the straps with her magic.

“Spread your legs,” the dragon growled menacingly.

“Y-yes, M-Master!” Starlight squeaked, feeling herself wink and leak at the command from the domineering predator. She was but helpless prey, only able to obey him as he prepared to ravage her. She felt a string of wetness between her thighs as she spread herself open for him. “Mmmhm!” She moaned as his mighty claws grasped her legs and spread her even further before strapping her down to the bench.

As he leaned back to survey his captive prize, Starlight finally got to see his dragonhood. She blanched a little at the sight of the two enormous, bulbous spears of flesh, each as big as her hooves. Ridges and barbs ran their entire length from the wickedly curved tip to the spiky orbs of his knots. She remembered the unicorn saying the dragonfire burning in her belly would protect her. Besides, she knew Spike would never hurt her. The knowledge only filled her with a mixture of anticipation and dread. She stifled a cry as his sharp claws clasped her pink, puffy marehood and peeled them apart, exposing her winking, leaking slit. She gasped as she felt the pulsing spike of his lower member tease her entrance. The upper one rested teasing against her clit, promising to rake her lovebud mercilessly with every ridge and spike on his length as he entered.

True to his word, Spike couldn’t wait a moment longer. Starlight was thankful, for neither could she. With an almighty thrust, the dragon pushed into her.

Starlight blinked. Spike shared her astonished look as they peered around. The entire world had turned a pure white, leaving only the two of them and the padded bench Starlight was strapped to. Credit where it’s due, Spike somehow managed to stay hard despite his bewilderment, his tip still spreading Starlight’s marehood wide.

“What’s going on?” Spike voiced their question for them. The walls of the white space seemed to go beyond the original walls of the scribery. Faint electric blue lines rippled through the air around them like curtains of light.

“W-we must be inside the, unh, kindle scribe’s shared writing space thing,” Starlight grunted. She was a little thankful for the pause. It gave her time to get used to the incredible girth of Spike’s tip alone. She trembled at the thought of having the rest of that enormous, barbed shaft inside her.

“Oh, so we’ve both started ‘writing’ and this is our blank page.” Spike mused, a little smile playing on his lips. “So what if I do this?”

The faint electric blue lines glowed bright, tracing the outlines of walls, furniture, effectively painting an entire world around them. What looked like a cross between a bedroom, a dungeon and an armoury materialized all around them. It was a two-storied affair wrought of the most elegant mahogany, with the upper floor housing the living quarters and the lower floor hosting a roomy dungeon underneath what appeared to be false flooring.

A collection of kites hung along one wall. A selection of aeronautical navigation gear hung along another. A curved wall-length window took up the entirety of the back wall of the room, showing starry skies above a field of clouds. The faint purr of a well-oiled airship engine came from below.

Starlight knew this room. The details were all coming to her. This was the captain’s quarters of her airship, the pride of the Equestrian Torch Legionnaires, the Dauntless. And she was also the lead dragonsmare of Equestria’s first rapid response dragon dragoon unit, Thunderbolt 1.

Her name was….

She felt the world around her prompt her to fill in the details. ‘Oh, we’re writing the story! And Spike wants me to name my character. Oh, if I’m going to be a swashbuckling airship captain, I need a kickass name like, um, uh…’

Captain Starkite Shielder!

“Captain Starkite Shielder? Really?” Spike gave her an incredulous look.

“As if you’re any better—” Starlight searched the narrative for what Spike had named himself. “—Lieutenant Commander Shadowblaze Darkinferno?”

“Oh shut up, Captain Starkite Shielder,” Spike muttered, blushing deeply. Starlight only blew a raspberry back at him.

“But you made me your captain. You can’t order me around, Lieutenant Commander Edgelord McAwesome.” Starlight pointed out with a playful smirk. It was an odd choice, considering the dynamic they were going for, but the twist was nothing if not intriguing.

Her smile faltered a little under Spike’s wicked grin.

Except it was the unit’s worst-kept secret that behind closed doors, particularly inside the (rather poorly) hidden playroom underneath the captain’s quarters, Captain Starkite Shielder was her lover’s hoard, his most precious treasure, his plaything. Outside he may obey her orders as any Equestrian soldier should. But inside, she obeyed his, including his order to always be horny and ready for her Master.

“Oh, ponyfeath-aaahhmmmm.” Starlight moaned, feeling an overwhelming lust multiply her earlier arousal manifold until it consumed every inch of her. Her pussy leaked copiously, her inner muscles winking and clenching in the hope of drawing her Master’s tip inside. Starlight realized then that she was not only at his mercy but also the mercy of his narrative.

For some reason that turned her on even more than the narrative-driven lust.

She had been ordered to remove all her armour and prepare for her Master’s enjoyment. She obeyed like the good little toy she was, donning her collar and allowing her Master to strap her down on his toy rack.

“What was that, my little slave?” Her Master teased, digging his claws into her plump rump and rocking her hips up against the tip of his lower member, cruelly dragging the ridges of his upper member against her winking clit.

“Aahhmm!” Starkite moaned. “I-I’m sorry, Master! Aaahn, p-please, forgive me!” She cried out pleadingly as the evil barbs raked over her twitching love button.

She saw her Master glance over at the tray of equipment she had prepared in case her Master saw fit to enjoy disciplining her. She felt her anticipation build up, wondering which of the cruel toys he would use to punish her.

Spike smirked at her, seemingly amused by her addition to the narrative. She winked back up at him.

“Looks like my slave needs to be punished to be reminded of her place,” he intoned, levelly. She whimpered as he pulled his tip out of her hungry pussy.

“No, please, use me, Master! I’ll be a good toy!” Starkite begged, aiming her best puppy dog eyes at him.

“Heh, perhaps. And if I use you without letting you come like the good little toy you are?” He teased. Not that it made a difference in practice. Starkite is only ever allowed to climax and ‘give all of herself up to her Master’ on special occasions. But being reminded of the fact never failed to spur her lust.

“Yes, please, Master!” Starkite moaned gratefully.

“What a good girl.” He picked out a girthy, ribbed butt plug inlaid with a beautiful ruby. He dipped it into the bowl of spiced and minted lube she had dutifully prepared.

She let out a soft gasp as he rubbed the tip up against her puckered star. “Mmmnh!” She bit her lip as she took her punishment eagerly. She felt her tight ring of muscle begin to loosen under his slow, deliberate onslaught as the blend of spices and mint tickled at her sensitive flesh.

Her Master grinned evilly as he began to work the toy in and out, pushing deeper with each slow thrust. “Aaahhm!” She moaned as the plug pried her tailhole open wider and wider with each push. “Mmmhm!” She tensed up as she took it all in, allowing the heavy girth to fill her belly. The tickle from the spices slowly mounted to a dull heat, churning insistently at her insides. “Masteeer!” she groaned, writhing against her bonds.

“What do you say, Slave?” Her Master chuckled.

“Th-thank you, f-for filling me, M-Master,” she panted.

“Good girl.” He lined up his lower shaft with her eagerly winking lips once more. “And good girls get to be used like the good little plaything they are.” She let out a loud cry of both pleasure and pain as he thrusted most of his lower length into her in one stroke.

Her tender marehood rippled agonizingly under the onslaught of each passing ridge. Her clit and teats were tenderized by the ribs and barbs of his upper member. Her tummy bulged visibly under the girth of both his incredible dragon cock and the heavy mass filling her tailhole. Her belly bulge rubbed obscenely against his upper cock.

For Starlight, it was her first time having a draconic cock spreading her so wide. His girth felt frighteningly wide yet excitingly filling. But for Starkite Shielder this was just another day with her Master. Between the power of the narrative and the protection of the dragonfire in her belly, she felt like she could take anything.

His claws gave her rump a playful slap before gripping them tight. He rocked her hips into his cocks teasingly as he gave her time to get used to his size. “Getting used to it?” he asked in a softer tone.

“Mmhmmm.” Starkite nodded, biting a lip. “I-I’m ready, Master.”

“Good girl.” He petted her lovingly. She purred softly, leaning into his claw.

He pulled out agonizingly slowly, letting her feel every barb rake the soft folds of her pussy. She groaned as each ridge tugged at her marehood. Then, with little warning, he rammed his length back into her. “M-Maaaasteeeer!” she cried out, her entire body tensing under his onslaught.

He didn’t let up, rearing back before bucking into her with another powerful stroke, then another. The girthy weight in her tailhole bounced and rocked her insides with every surge. His upper dragoncock sawed back and forth over her tender clit and teats, grinding the bulge in her belly mercilessly.

Her little pony body writhed taut against her bonds as she let out cry after cry for her Master. He ploughed her relentlessly, using her for all she was worth.

Finally, with an almighty roar, he came. The dragon cock inside surged with an overwhelming heat before pumping burst after burst of hot draconic cum into her foalhole. Her belly swelled visibly with his potent fire as he continued to work his shaft to squeeze every last drop into her. His upper member erupted with flaming hot spunk, splattering her face, chest and teats with his scent.

She moaned pleadingly, opening her mouth in the hopes of catching some of his essence. He was more than happy to oblige, pulling out of her and milking the last few spurts straight into her waiting muzzle. She moaned happily, lapping up every drop.

They panted softly, sharing a loving gaze as they basked in the afterglow. He leaned in for a loving kiss, seemingly unconcerned by the taste of his own spunk in her mouth. She felt his claws unbuckle her straps, allowing her to wrap her forehooves around his neck and lean into the kiss.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said as he let her go. She sat up on the bench as he returned with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. She smiled, purring contentedly as she allowed him to wipe her clean, from her face to the tips of her rear hooves.

She winced, groaning softly as he removed her butt plug. It still burned dully inside but he quickly soothed it by gently rubbing a zebra brand ointment into her tailhole with one claw. She purred contentedly as he worked his claw inside her, caressing every sore spot.

“How was that?” Starlight heard Spike whisper out of character.

“The writing was corny and cheesy as buck, just the way I like it.” Starlight giggled. “But you were amazing.” Her smile curled into a smirk. “What say we turn this up a bit?”

“Wait, we’re not done?” Spike blinked.

The door to their quarters chose that moment to open. Few other ponies held keys to the Captain’s room. All were dragonsmares of Starkite’s special dragon squad. All were also, entirely coincidentally, members of Shadowblaze’s hoard.

“The great and powerful Frisky Fortune smells sex!” a bombastic voice bellowed from the door. “Come, Laud High, we must investigate!”

“Our quarters always smells like sex, Frisky, “ a deadpan voice joined her. “I would be more concerned if it didn’t.”

“Are you sure?” Spike whispered. “I mean, I gotta admit I really do wanna try this whole dragon thing. But you don’t have to rush it.”

“Sure I’m sure. This report needs to be complete. Besides, this whole ‘writing’ thing is fun!” Starlight whispered back with a grin.

“They’re not the real deal, are they?” Spike added, shifting a little uncomfortably.

“Nah. They’re both characters I’m narrating.” Starlight grinned, reassuringly. “That means you can do whatever you like with them. It’ll be good practice for the real thing.”

“G-Good practice?” Spike balked. “Wh-what do you—?”

“Come on, less chatter, back in character,” Starlight hissed.

“Ahah! I knew it! Frisky has you now, Starkite!” A sky blue unicorn in light guard barding bounded down the stairs into their secret playroom. “What did Frisky tell you about getting boned without her?!”

“Get boned twice as much?” Starkite suggested with a shrug.

“It looks like you achieved that much. And then some.” The metal-gray earth pony clad in heavy cavalry barding followed behind Frisky. “Poker is a little jealous.” She pulled her pet knife out of her belt. Starkite just about imagined it giving her a rather pointed look.

“You didn’t even leave Frisky anything to lick clean!” Frisky cried at the injustice as she peered deep inside Starkite’s marehood. Starkite could only roll her eyes.

“Now now, no need to rush. After we return to port you will all be spending our two weeks of shore leave tied up in the lair. You’d best enjoy these last few days of freedom while it lasts.” Shadowblaze grinned ominously.

“Frisky will hold you to that!” Frisky declared. “Um, Master,” she quickly added, shifting a little on her hooves, seemingly realizing she shouldn’t test the Master who’ll be keeping her captive for two weeks.

“Poker is excited,” Laud spoke up for the pet knife.

“I trust you all to be good girls and behave yourselves until then,” Shadowblaze said, lubing up what Starkite recognized to be her training plug. Starkite spread her legs, biting her lip as she allowed him to fit the plug snugly inside her.

She held herself in place as he strapped her chastity belt around her hips, shuddering a little as the cold metal brushed her pussy. He chuckled with satisfaction as he securely snapped the belt around the butt plug’s flare before firmly tightening the straps. Starkite whimpered softly as she heard the padlock click shut with a resounding finality. The padlock shared a master key with the padlocks to the collars and belts of everypony in the hoard, a key that Shadowblaze kept safe on a chain around his neck.

A bell rang urgently on deck, declaring general quarters across the ship. “Horseapples. Well, there goes my off duty period,” Starkite muttered, levitating her own barding over. “Lieutenant Commander?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Shadowblaze, stalwart lieutenant commander, dutifully got to work helping his captain don her armour. The heavily modified light armour snapped into place around her body in a fraction of the time it normally takes to don standard guard barding. Light flanchards extended down from the saddle, both protecting her belly and muting the dragonflame burning within. The dark sky gray camouflage and lightning insignia marked her out to be Thunderbolt 1, leader of Equestria’s elite dragonsmares.

“Thanks.” Starkite stepped out onto the deck of her ship flanked by her squad mates and dragon lieutenant commander. The harsh high altitude winds whipped at their manes, forcing them to don their flight goggles.

“Captain on deck!” Lieutenant Commander Shadowblaze declared. The ponies on deck paused to salute their captain.

“As you were,” Starkite ordered them back to their stations. “Situation?”

“Captain.” Another of her lieutenants and fellow dragonsmares, Easy Belle, saluted her with a knowing smirk. Starkite managed a level look without blushing too much. The candy-white unicorn enjoyed a little chuckle at Starkite’s expense before continuing with her report. “Forward pegasi scouts have reported a spotting due west. We’ve caught up with those pirates, ma’am.” She reported, crisply.

“They’re coasting in a cloud bank, likely reclaiming water for their cloud generator. Lights are all on. They’re not expecting us.” Easy Belle waved a hoof over at the cloud map. The almost transparent cloud sat atop their map table, a few darker, coloured clouds hovering within, denoting local cloud cover and the position of their ships.

“There’s plenty of good high altitude nimbus to get up close above them. Make that happen,” Starkite said, eyeing the map.

“Aye, ma’am,” Easy Belle replied. “Helmsmare, ahead slow, bring us to altitude four-fifty above the enemy vessel, stay to the clouds. Crew, kill the lights.” The crew got to work darkening all essential lighting and closing the shutters on the less important lanterns.

“As far as we know, the prisoners from the raid are still onboard.” Starkite mused. “Did the pegasi report on the ship model?”

“It’s a modified Predator class cloud ship. Makes you wonder how the Storm Empire’s pirates are getting their filthy claws on our ships, but it means the innards are no secret to us. The brigs are there, in the lower decks.” Easy Belle said, seemingly thinking along the same lines.

“So we send the dragon in and raise hay.” Shadowblaze grinned.

“Frisky has a far superior idea.” Frisky said. “Let’s not do that and get all our prisoners killed.”

“They’ll have all their magic diverted to the water reclaimer,” Starkite said. “Not to mention they don’t seem to be expecting an assault. Which means the anti-teleportation field will likely be down. I say we go in silent, tele-board in, teleport the prisoners back to the ship, get out. Shadowblaze will carry the rest of the dragonsmares in and stand by inside the cloud bank.” She nodded at the rest of the dragonsmares and their dragon. “If it gets hairy, Laud High will lead a breaching team to blow a hole in the hull.”

“Then we send in the dragon and raise hay?” Shadowblaze suggested, helpfully.

“Then we send in the dragon and raise hay.” Starkite nodded with a smile.

“We’ve arrived above the target, Captain.” Laud High reported. “Comparing the size of that cloud bank to the pegasi reports, the pirates are probably almost done refilling their cloud generator.”

“No more time, then. Frisky, on me. No magic, no sparkles, until we’re under their noses. The rest of you, be ready to come in after us.” Starkite ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” Her crew saluted.

“Oh, if the talented and skilled Frisky must, she will show you how it’s done,” Frisky said, stepping up next to her.

“You can start by showing us how to be quiet.” Starkite quipped, donning her flight mask. “Come on.” She took a running jump before leaping off the side of the ship. She saw out of the corner of her eye her fellow dragonsmare follow after her.

The two plunged through the clouds, their dark camouflaged forms trailing the faintest wisps of vapour. It didn’t take them long to spot the pinprick of light sitting amidst the cloudbank below.

Starkite and Frisky carefully adjusted their descent, aiming for the pirate ship looming closer with each second. In perfect synchrony, the two dragonsmares spread their hooves, deploying the dragon wingsuit built into their barding. They caught the air under their wings effortlessly, using the currents to coast silently through the clouds towards their target.

She spotted a few figures moving about on deck. Probably lookouts. From how relaxed they seemed, the ship was still unalerted to their presence.

They winged silently to the starboard side of the aft deck where the moon’s shadow fell darkest. Only when they were underneath the ship’s shadow did they activate their magic, slowing into a self-levitating hover before securing their wall-step boots on the hull.

The Predator-class cloud ships were solid pieces of Equestrian naval equipment. But in that solidness was a certain predictability in design. For example, the only patch of hull that lacked portholes was the brig. It made sense to want to keep the prisoners in. However it also meant anypony with half a brain could work out where it was in the hull.

Starkite hoof-signed to Frisky for a tele-boarding. Receiving a nod from Frisky, Starkite charged her spell. She was glad to see the spell take form, confirming that the anti-teleportation field was indeed down. Too many things could go wrong with teleporting straight into something as unpredictable as an enemy ship from afar, making it unsuited for military operations. But flying in like this made it an effectively silent boarding strategy. Better yet, once they had at least one unicorn inside, they could easily teleport more troops in if need be.

Once her spell confirmed no obstacles on the other side of the wall, she teleported them both inside.

They appeared in a darkened room. A few fearful yelps and whimpers filled the air. The smell of fetid squalor and decay assaulted their noses through their flight masks. Pitiful figures in thick iron manacles and yokes trembled in the dark, pressing their wasted forms against the sides of the cage.

It has only been two weeks since the raid on Port Neighton and the Storm Empire’s cruelty already showed on the poor prisoners. Even with their last Emperor gone, the Empire’s thirst for conquest only continued unabated, regardless of the innocents caught in their path.

“Shh, we’re the Equestrian Royal Guard, the good guys. The great and powerful Frisky will get you all out of here, promise,” Frisky whispered. This seemed to calm the prisoners, even bring smiles and cries of relief to a few. Many still looked at them with fearful eyes, however, evidence of the Empire’s cruelty.

Starkite hoof-signed for silence. While it was just like Frisky to want to reassure the fearful ponies, their rescue depended on them remaining undetected.

There was a loud grunt from outside the cage. The brig was suddenly bathed in light. Their ears perked, hearing heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

There was no time left. Starkite sought out the teleportation beacon on her own ship. Focusing on it, she charged up a mass teleportation spell. She wouldn’t be able to go with it, as she’d have to remain as the spell’s anchor. However, she’d be able to get these prisoners to safety all at once.

In an explosive flash of light, the brig was emptied of its captives, leaving behind Starkite and Frisky. The flash alerted whoever was coming down the stairs. Starkite heard a stormbeast roar, raising the alarm.

She heard Frisky hiss angrily, her collapsible rune lance deploying in her magical grasp. With potshot accuracy, her rune lance shot a bolt of magic at the first stormbeast coming down the stairs straight in the space between his pauldron and chest piece.

Starkite used the moment Frisky bought her to charge up a new teleportation spell. Her horn was just beginning to spark when the struck stormbeast roared in anger, bringing his lightning spear to bear.

Frisky was only halfway through telekinetically reloading her rune lance when the stormbeast fired his lightning spear, sending a volley of lightning bolts lancing straight for her. Frisky dropped the half-loaded rune lance in favour of something she had more readily available. She took a deep breath before blowing gout after gout of the emerald dragonfire she had stored up inside her belly.

The balls of dragonfire met the lightning bolts in midair, erupting in bursts of superheated air and plasma. Frisky’s eyes widened as she realized one last bolt had made it through. Her horn had started preparing a backup shield spell. But from the look of horror on her face she knew it was too late.

“No! Frisky!” Starkite knew she wouldn’t be able to drop her half-charged teleportation spell and prepare a shield in time. But she could do something else. She allowed her teleport to whisk her away in a flash of light. With an explosion of sparkles she reappeared in front of Frisky, just in time for the bolt to strike her in the withers. “Agh!” She cried, feeling the bolt pierce her pauldron and strike through flesh and bone.

“Starkite!” Frisky cried, catching her captain in her hooves.

“Frisky, get us clear of the wall. Drag me if you have to. That’s an order.” Starkite growled, wincing at the pain burning in her withers.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Frisky whimpered. Starkite hissed as Frisky telekinetically pulled her to the side.

More stormbeasts had rushed up to the aid of their comrade. A full squad stood outside their cage, their lightning spears levelled at them both. Starkite could see some of them chuckle and gloat under their masks. After all, the two unicorns were little more than fish in a barrel.

Except fish don’t normally bear shark-like grins brimming with menacing dragonfire like the one Starkite wore. She tore off an amulet hanging around her neck before incinerating it in her dragonfire. The puff of emerald smoke seemed to curl away into the ether. “Frisky, brace for impact.” The two huddled together, Frisky raising a last minute barrier spell.

It happened all at once. The hull erupted in an explosion of wood and shrapnel. A sleek silver projectile the size of a pony hurtled through the shower of debris with the kind of speed normally reserved for heavy artillery or, say, a dragon’s throwing arm. Sparks flew out as a set of heavily armoured boots landed on the ground. The curved metal shell around the projectile swung forwards and planted itself in the ground, turning from a giant bullet shell to a wide tower shield.

Easy Belle swooped in, her wingsuit folding neatly as she landed next to the shield. With an almighty puff, she breathed out a blindingly bright gout of emerald dragonfire. The flames erupted violently in a blast of light and sound, blinding and deafening what few stormbeasts hadn’t been blown away by the breach.

The pony in heavy cavalry armour standing behind the shield looked back at the two. “Boom,” Laud High said in enthusiastic monotone. “I am the punchline.” She paused for effect. “I was implying you are the joke,” she added, looking down at Frisky.

“This is no time for jokes! Starkite is hurt!” Frisky cried.

“Oh dear, we’d better get you patched up.” Easy Belle said, pulling out a medikit from her saddlebags.

“Starkite is WHAT?!” Something immense landed heavily in the breach Laud High had punched in the hull. “WHO DID THIS?!” The booming voice shook the entire ship.

“They did it.” Frisky pointed a hoof at the stormbeasts.

The stormbeasts’ gazes trailed slowly up the looming shadow outlined against the hole in the hull until they saw the fiery serpentine eyes burning with cold anger. The maw beneath it rumbled with barely restrained hellfire.

“Uh oh, “ one stormbeast summarized their predicament very accurately.

“YOU DARE TOUCH MY HOARD?!” The rest of the beast’s roar was drowned out by assorted explosions and squeals for mercy. “SHADOWBLAZE SMASH!”

“Please don’t die, Starkite! Don’t go into the light!” Frisky wailed, clutching onto Starkite desperately.

“It’s only a flesh wound, Frisky.” Starkite rolled her eyes. “Look, Easy Belle’s patched me up already.”

“I agree. Please don’t die of that flesh wound, Starkite. It would be sad,” Laud contributed.

“Yeah, Celestia forbid, Shadowblaze would tear the Storm Empire apart all by himself,” Easy Belle chuckled.

Starkite winced as yet another explosion and squeal of terror came from the deck above. “Uh, speaking of, Easy Belle, I think they might need you more than me.”

“Come back here and I’ll show you the business end of my awesome, you….huh?” Spike blinked as the shipful of stormbeasts dissolved into nothingness. He found himself once again alone with Starlight back in the scribery’s boundless white space where they had started. “What’s going on, Starlight? I was having fun giving the baddies a beat down.”

“Oh, that was just a good place for a scene break, right after that witty one liner I made,” Starlight explained cheerfully.

“Witty, huh?” Spike gave her a wry look.

“Hay, I’m sorry I lack your eloquence, Mr. Shadowblaze Smash.” Starlight blew him a raspberry. “In all seriousness, your dom face was on point. Do you practice a lot?”

“Oh? Oh, um, thanks.” He chuckled, blushing a little. “I gotta admit, I mostly play in big groups and leave the serious leading to others. I think the story’s kinda helping here. I imagine a strong, commanding dragon figure and the story seems to just help me along.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean. It felt like I could always trust myself to act as cool as I imagine Starkite to be. This place is amazing!” Starlight giggled, feeling herself overflow with much-needed confidence. “Speaking of the story, we’re going to time-skip ahead to the heroic return and the clop.”

“I’m already liking the plot so far.” Spike grinned.

“Alright, Mr. Razor Wit. Hush and let me set the scene.” Starlight waved a hoof, painting the Canterlot throne room and their squad members around them.

Thankfully Starkite got away with nothing more than a cracked collarbone. Plus the wound was small enough that Easy Belle’s excessive bandaging didn’t even show underneath her ceremonial royal guard armour. Her healing magic certainly helped too, ensuring it didn’t hurt more than a mild ache.

There was no hiding it from Shadowblaze, however, who had taken to following her and standing over her like a protective mother hen. No amount of ceremonial decorum would stop him from doing so even at the royal award ceremony.

Not that Starkite wasn’t already nervous enough attending formal events without a giant dragon looming over her drawing everypony’s attention.

“....distinguished gallantry in service of the nation. Lieutenant Commander Shadowblaze, Equestria thanks you for your service.” Princess Celestia had to crane her neck up considerably to look up at the dragon as she pinned the Equestrian Crest of Harmony on his lapel.

“You should thank Captain Starkite, Your Highness,” the dragon muttered, dourly.

“Indeed I will, Lieutenant Commander Shadowblaze. I think our good captain has more than earned her medal.” Celestia chuckled as she looked down at Starkite who was doing her best impression of an overripe tomato.

“Captain Starkite Shielder, not only have you saved the ponies of Port Neighton and rid the skies of yet another scourge to Equestria’s shores, you have put your own life on the line to save a fellow guardsmare. Such selfless heroism deserves nothing less than the Equestrian Pink Heart of Courage. You may stop holding your breath now, Captain Starkite.” Celestia chuckled at her captain’s blue face as she pinned her medal on her uniform.

“Th-thank you, Your Highness!” Starkite wasn’t sure whether it was gratitude for the medal or for reminding her to breathe. But she was thankful anyway.

“Now, the good doctors have told me you need at least six weeks to heal up from that injury of yours. I would be loathe to field your squad without you. So I declare you and your entire squad on paid leave until you are granted a clean bill of health.” Celestia leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I am sure you and your companions will find plenty of ways to spend that time.”

Starkite could only gape like a fish as Celestia chuckled merrily at her expense.

“Now, with the formalities out of the way…” She looked around at the rest of the squad. “While there is a press conference to attend…” The squad visibly grimaced. “I’m sure that with Starkite’s injuries in the line of duty, it would be best if her squad helped her, ahem, recover.” Starkite turned as red as a blast furnace once more. “I am sure I will manage if I can just borrow Easy Belle to be the face of the squad?”

“With pleasure, Your Highness.” Easy Belle nodded, eagerly.

“Thank you, my dear Easy Belle.” Celestia gave Easy Belle smile of gratitude. “I trust you will be suitably ‘rewarded’ for taking one for the team.” Celestia gave Shadowblaze and the rest of the squad a knowing look. All of them, Easy Belle included, visibly blanched as one at their Princess’s playful chuckles. “Now, run along. The fun won’t be having itself, after all.”

“I’m never going to get used to these scene break things,” Spike murmured as the world dissolved once more, leaving the two of them staring into the blankness of space. “We should go back over this later, maybe trim some of this out.”

“Yeah, we totally will. This needs to be perfect,” Starlight said, excitedly. “Now, you’re going to love this next bit.” She painted a new scene, weaving walls and floors right out of the air. The narrative began to flow around them as more of the world came into being.

Contrary to popular belief, Canterlot palace did have a dungeon, though it had long been disused, its functions transferred to either the Royal Canterlot Prison or, well, Tartarus. It was built into an old gem cave several levels underneath the city, opening out into a beautiful cliffside of Mount Canterhorn.

Between the cliffside garden with a magnificent view of the Equestrian heartlands stretching away into the Applelachian mountains and having a natural cave for a dragon lair (as well as a nearby dungeon for their more kinkier activities), it made the perfect home for Shadowblaze and his hoard.

“That is a lot of purple prose,” Spike commented, eyeing Starlight’s word-weaving.

“Oh shush. I bet you’re the type of writer who just jumps straight into the flank-spanking action,” Starlight chided.

“You’d rather get off to that?” Spike pointed at the wall of text.

“No, that’s literary foreplay,” Starlight argued. “You know, come to think of it, why do they call it purple prose?”

“Probably Twilight.” Spike shrugged.

“Probably Twilight.” Starlight agreed.

Starlight had created something between a grand hall, a dungeon and a dragon lair. Braziers burning with dragonfire provided cozy mood lighting, bathing the room in a pool of light centered on an enormous pile of massive cushions that sloped into a mound in the middle of the room. “Behold, your hoard,” she declared with a flourish.

“I hoard the world’s biggest pile of pillows?” Spike asked, nonplussed.

“No, you big silly. This is where your hoard of ponies form a cuddle pile with you at the center.” Starlight rolled her eyes. “It’s like a pile of treasure, but with ponies.”

“The pony throne, huh.” Spike chuckled.

“But that’s for cuddles and sleepy times. During the day they’re either going about their daily lives; training, crewing the Dauntless, tending the lair, or waiting for you to play with them.” She waved at new features materializing around the periphery of the hall.

Some were actual cages with wrought iron bars, obviously designed to cater to pet play or slave fantasies. Some were more personal rooms for those less inclined. A rooms were even tucked away in the rafters for the bat pony members of the hoard.

Each one had specific nameplates signifying their occupant and distinct furnishings from plush opulence and stuffed toys to a bare floor with a single pet bowl. A good few had ponies curled up in them, some sleeping, two playing a game of chess, one enjoying a book. All of them were fellow Dauntless crew members enjoying the down time and, more importantly, as the emerald dragonfire burning in their bellies testified, Shadowblaze’s hoard.

“That’s...a lot of ponies,” Spike whistled.

“Shadowblaze has a large hoard of adoring mares, maybe even some stallions if you’re into that.” Starlight grinned.

“Uh, well…” Spike blushed deeply.

“The impressive size of his hoard is the secret to Shadowblaze’s draconic might which he wields in the service of Equestria,” Starlight said, dramatically. “But for this first story, we’ll only be focusing on Starkite Shielder, Frisky Fortune and Laud High. It’s a small enough group that we can kinda get some characterization going. Maybe we can do a sequel with more characters later.”

“Pft, ‘Characterization’, huh? You’re really getting into this. In fact, you’re writing most of my homework for me.” Spike chuckled.

“Are you kidding? I love planning stuff like this!” Starlight giggled excitedly like a little filly. “I can’t wait to start planning the real thing!”

“Wait, you mean…?” Spike blinked.

“Now, come on, I need to show you where we’re going to have our fun.” Starlight waved them both into an adjoining room. There was no mistaking this room for anything other than a kinky play dungeon. A Shadowblaze-sized throne sat surrounded by racks, stocks, crosses and trolleys full of toys. More braziers of dragonfire completed the atmosphere. “Not all of your hoard is into this. Some are even quite vanilla. But for those who are, this is where most of their fun happens.”

“Wait, did you also write this in?” Spike eyed a piece of equipment sitting to one side of the throne.

Starlight smiled sheepishly. “I’ve, um, always wanted to try it. Now that I have somepony to try it with…” She vaguely waved a hoof.

“Oh, maybe, if you’re a good girl.” Spike chuckled, earning him a bright blush from his companion.

Starkite eyed the wooden horse with a mix of anticipation and dread. Instead of a simple edge, the spine had been replaced with a rubber impression of the ridges and barbs on her Master’s dragon cock. She trembled with both excitement and fear as she watched her Master lean down to flip one of the switches on it, warming the device to draconic body temperature - The feel of a warm towel by pony standards.

“We’re starting this scene out my way though.” Spike grinned, waving her over. Starlight blinked, realizing it was the first time Spike was taking charge in the story. She smiled, deciding that she quite liked it when he did.

Starkite stood obediently still as her Master took his time removing her ceremonial armour. She knew he enjoyed how impatient and needy she’d be by the time he finished. And yet he insisted on carefully putting away each piece in a velvet-lined tray with her name on it.

She also knew he’d be inspecting his prized possession as he went, admiring her body as one might appreciate the crown jewel of a collection. He certainly didn’t hide it from the way he trailed his riding crop over form, accentuating her curves. She moaned softly as the crop found some particularly sensitive areas.

“Hm, wet already, are we?” Shadowblaze smirked at the glistening rope of mare juice between the crop and her nethers. A few errant drops had begun to stain the stone floor. “Look at the mess you made on my crop.” He waved the crop in front of her muzzle.

“S-sorry, Master.” Starkite poked her tongue out and dutifully licked the crop clean. She gave a soft moan, more for her Master’s benefit. While she loved the taste of her fellow hoard members, she didn’t particularly care for her own flavour, no matter how much Shadowblaze said he loved it.

She felt him pause as he finally removed her pauldron, revealing the bandaged wound beneath. Starkite heard him hiss with anger. She couldn’t stop herself, disobeying the unspoken rule of standing still for inspection to reach out and curl a hoof around his claw comfortingly.

He seemed to calm a little in her grip. He knelt down next to her, curling his claws around her mane and pulling her cheek into his. He let out a soft whimper that broke her heart. She nuzzled him lovingly.

“I don’t like you getting hurt,” he whispered into her fur.

“Me neither,” Starkite chuckled softly. She could hear the conversation left unspoken.

Dragons have no notion of nations, certainly no sense of national loyalty, but they were fiercely loyal to their hoard. After all, the hoard made the dragon.

To allow their hoard to come to harm was anathema to dragonkind. To willingly let them go into battle was unthinkable for most dragons. Shadowblaze only barely reconciled this in his mind on the basis that Starkite, as his treasure, his beloved, shined brightest when she was serving her cutie mark destiny by defending Equestria, and that he’d be there to protect her as she did. But this reconciliation was precarious at best and would crack a little more every time she or the others came to any harm. She dared not even think of what would happen if any of them were to die.

He took a slow, deep breath, resting his forehead against hers to peer into her eyes. She peered back up at him with a little smile. He smiled wetly back at her. The reconciliation seemed to have survived another day.

He leaned in, pulling her into a kiss. She sighed happily into his lips. She affectionately breathed a puff of her own dragonfire into his mouth, an intimate gesture the hoard shared. He hummed appreciatively, gently blowing a gout of his own fire into her. She felt it warm her from the inside out, kindling the precious flame burning inside her. As they parted, she let out a cute little burp, belching a few wisps of emerald dragonfire. She gave a sheepish little pony squee as he enjoyed a chuckle at her expense.

She purred as he ran his claw through her mane, caressing her cheeks before scratching her chin. She whined happily, wagging her tail to show her appreciation like the good pet she was. He smiled warmly at her display. With a claw on her chin, he led her over to his seat. She obediently clambered into his lap at his ushering.

Her eyes were drawn to the two figures writhing together on the ground at his feet. The two mares were bound together, their hooves restrained around one another in a forced hug. Frisky moaned softly into Laud’s mouth, their muzzles locked together in a kiss by a secure harness.

They were also joined at the nethers by the small padlocks linking their teat and clit rings together. The telltale, muffled buzzing of a pair of buttplug vibrators came from below, eking more little moans and eeps from the two poor mares. Starkite felt a little jealous as she watched them moan and copiously leak their arousal onto the dungeon floor while their Master used them as a foot rest.

Her Master pulled Starkite’s gaze back to him with loud ‘tsk’, reminding her that her attention was his and his alone.

Starkite purred as he stroked his claw down her side, turning her over onto her back in his lap. She giggled and moaned as he ran a claw over her belly, caressing the warm patch of fur where her dragonfire burned.

“Getting cuddly, Master?” Starkite giggled.

“Hush. We’re always doing your stuff, which I enjoy by the way. But the deal is I get to do my stuff when I want to,” Shadowblaze said, leaning in to caress and nuzzle her mane. “Hm, smells of lavender and berries.”

Shadowblaze, like most dragons, preferred to spoil their loved ones in the same way they enjoyed polishing their treasure. But that didn’t stop him enjoying the various fantasies shared by Starkite and many other hoard members.

Starkite moaned as he nibbled on her fluffy ears, his claw running contentedly through her silky mane. She felt his breath on her fur as he trailed down her neck before planting playful kisses on her chest fluff. “H-hay, I-I’m sensitive there!” Starkite squeaked.

“Not as much as you are here.” He grinned. She let out a squeal of giggles as he blew a raspberry in her belly fur. “Or here.” She let out a soft gasp as he ran the tip of his claws over her marehood, teasing her puffy labia lips.

“You’re leaking all over me,” he chided, drawing circular trails of her warm juices over her teats. She shuddered as she watched him lick her sticky arousal off his fingers. “Hmmm, the taste of a quality slave.” He smacked his lips appreciatively.

He reached to the velvet cushion next to his seat to pick up her collar. With a little flourish, he laid it open across his thigh. One claw guided her head down to rest her neck across the collar. She shivered in anticipation as he lovingly stroked her neck where her collar would soon fasten. She peered up, seeing the playful grin on his face. She knew the smug bastard wouldn’t collar her until she begged for it.

“Mmm, Masteeeer,” Starkite moaned.

“Yes, my pet?”

“Please, Master, please collar me,” she pleaded.

“Such an impatient pet.” Shadowblaze chuckled. She helpfully pulled her mane aside as he tightened the straps around her neck before securing the padlock with a click. Starkite smiled at the reassuring weight of his padlock hanging from her neck.

She held out her hooves for him to secure the rest of her cuff straps as well as the safety bell on her tail. She raised an eyebrow at an unusual addition — a saddle strap around her hips.

“The doctor did say you can’t put too much pressure through that injured shoulder,” Shadowblaze pointed out. “So we’ll be using this to secure you instead.”

“B-but, Master, I want you to tie my forehooves too,” Starkite protested.

Shadowblaze gave her the look of patient exasperation all doms with power-bottoms learned to master. She gave her best pout back up at him. A silent war of wills waged. “Alright,” Shadowblaze finally conceded. “But we’re only tying them up. No pressure or suspension through them.”

“Deal!” Starkite beamed.

“Get yourselves wet and ready, my lovelies. I’ll be using you two soon,” Shadowblaze said, looking down at his footrest. The two mares moaned and writhed with barely concealed anticipation.

“As for you, my impatient little minx…” Shadowblaze brandished her ring gag bridle. It was a special design, made by one of their own toy smiths. It featured a front ring where a built-in plug shaped like Master’s cock would screw in. A rear ring with a tongue clamp would sit deeper in her muzzle. “Test your safety bell for me,” he ordered.

Starkite obediently gave the bell on her tail a single, clear ring. It would serve as her safe word while her mouth was otherwise occupied.

Satisfied, her Master pushed the gag up against her lips. She gulped, her heart fluttering as she obediently opened her mouth wide. While the dragonfire in her belly helped him fit his mighty lengths into any of her cockholes, her ring gag had to be custom-made to fit him. Thankfully, years of training meant she no longer got jaw cramps.

She whimpered softly as he fitted the ring gag inside her muzzle. He enjoyed a chuckle at her expense as he tugged on her tongue playfully, eking out a low moan from her. She allowed him to stretch her tongue before restraining it in the tongue clamp. She moaned helplessly as he held her by her mane and slowly finger-fucked her oral cocksock, preparing her for her mouth plug.

But the plug she expected didn’t come. She frowned, tilting her head to one side at him. He only chuckled as he got up and put her on the ground just beside her two bound hoard sisters. “Come on, pet.” She felt him tug on her bridle. She fell into step behind her Master, her apprehension and excitement mounting as she was led to whatever he had planned for her.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized her Master was following through with his promise to make her ride the wooden horse. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing out a spot next to the wooden horse. She obeyed, sitting on her haunches like a well-trained dog. She watched breathlessly as he poured an entire bottle of lube all over the wooden horse’s spine.

Satisfied that the wooden horse was ready, he tugged on her reins to make her climb the steps up to the horse. He tapped her inner thighs with his riding crop, guiding her to swing her hind legs over and mount the horse.

She whimpered as her Master reached under her and spread her mare petals over the spine of ridges and barbs, ensuring they prickled her most sensitive bits. The magically warmed surface felt tingly against her leaking foalhole.

Her saddle strap was carefully secured to a set of chains that ran up to a pair of pillars flanking the horse, ensuring she wouldn’t fall over sideways. She held her forehooves behind her, feeling her heart thump wildly as he locked the cuffs in place.

She let out a sharp gasp as her Master abruptly pushed aside the steps from under her hind legs, putting all of her weight on her marehood. A rough smack on her flanks pushed her sopping pussy deeper against the ridged edge. Starkite found herself besieged by pain and pleasure from both sides. “Aaahn! M-Masteeer!” she cried as another spank landed, then another.

“Mmmhhhnnnn! P-pleaseaaaahn!” She groaned as he roughly grabbed clawfuls of her reddened buttocks and rolled her entire body down against the spine, mashing her abused petals against the barbs. Once, twice, he continued to plough her flanks against the horse as she cried and pleaded for mercy.

He finally peered down at the sweating, panting mess that was her face. She groaned softly as she lifted her face to him. He gave her a little kiss through her ring gag which she gratefully accepted with a pleasurable moan. She gave a startled, muffled little cry as she suddenly found him rubbing and easing the gag plug into her muzzle.

“Mph. Ahhm,” she groaned as it filled her mouth, weighing heavily on her tongue. With the first and secondary rings holding her mouth open, she could do nothing to stop its advance until the tip reached just shy of penetrating her throat. “Maaftheer,” she moaned as he screwed the plug into her ring gag, securing it.

“Now, be a good girl and edge yourself.” He chuckled at his own terrible pun. Starkite could only roll her eyes and groan into her gag. “I want you ready for me once I finish with these two.” She panted softly into her gag as she watched him turn away.

She obediently followed his orders, wincing and whimpering as she began to rub herself against the cruel ridges and barbs threatening to split her tender flower in two. She watched as her Master sat back down on his throne and picked up her two hoard sisters with ridiculous ease. Their eyes flew wide open at the sight of their Master’s towering spires, their incredible girths tapering to a wicked point. Their Master only chuckled at their needy panting, how their pussies winked imagining him inside them.

Frisky and Laud moaned and whimpered into each other’s mouths as their Master rocked their bound bodies against his cocks. “Get my cocks wetter, slaves. It’ll hurt just a little less when they split you in two.”

The two mares gave out muffled squeaks as they ground their hips into their Master, squeaking and moaning each time they tugged or grinded one another’s teat or clit rings.

They squealed as their Master turned up the strength of their buttplug vibrators, forcing them to squeeze a little more of their essence all over his waiting tips. “Looks like the right setting for my fleshlight.” He chuckled at their impatient panting.

He didn’t leave them waiting a moment longer. With a long, pleasurable groan, he lowered them onto his cocks. The pointy heads of his cocks spread their winking marehoods with ease. “These cock sleeves are so tight,” he grunted as his thickness began to test their stretch. The two mares moaned into each other’s muzzles as his diamond hardness began to fill them up. Their labial lips strained to stretch around each ribbed knob and barb, oozing more and more of their arousal down his shaft to coat his obscene dragon knots.

Starkite looked on as her hoard sisters were helplessly impaled on his spears. She panted as her own pussy winked with jealousy on the ribbed bench splitting her in two. She rolled her hips into the horse with urgency, hoping the pain of grinding her clit and lips on the ribs might buy some relief for the burning desire in her loins.

Their Master growled triumphantly as he slammed his fleshlight down to the base just shy of his knots. Frisky and Laud howled, their lithe little bodies spasming against one another in a rictus of pain and pleasure. “Give yourselves to me!” their Master barked, commanding them to cum for him.

“Maaaffthheerr!” They cried out, their marehoods quivering and clenching hungrily around his cocks, urgently milking them for his seed. He grinned as he pulled out, letting them clench and squeeze on his retreating cock, barbs and all. Then with a swift stroke he rammed his length into their tight, spasming foalholes. They screamed in pain and delight as he ploughed them through their orgasm, prolonging their euphoric spasms to the point of torture. He kept them going, and going, his jackhammer pussy-wrecking never ceasing, breaking them one forced orgasm after another.

Starkite watched, wide-eyed, unable to tell where one orgasm ended and another began for her hoard sisters. She saw them reduced to moaning, crying, twitching masses of pleasure under his merciless onslaught. Dragons take a good long while to climax, and with their unlimited stamina they have the patience of aeons. While he had trained most of his hoard to last as long as they could, it was not unusual for him to have to go through two or three cock sleeves before he came.

“Aaahhmm...mmpphh….mmmhhmmaaatheeer!” Their fevered cries grew more and more throaty, their orgasmic spasms feeble, as they climaxed continuously for the umpteenth time. They stared distantly at nothing but their Master, their gazes glazed over with sexual exhaustion. The tight rings of their marehoods had long grown loose from their pummelling, their muscles clenching tiredly on his cocks in a last ditch effort to milk his seed into their wombs.

Shadowblaze grunted, snorting a burst of fire from his nostrils as he pulled the mares all the way out to the tip. Then, with an almighty roar, he impaled them all the way on his rods as he erupted inside them. The two mares quivered and twitched, eyes rolling back in euphoria, locked in the silent screams of pleasure of utterly broken cocksleeves finally serving their purpose as cum dumps.

Starkite drooled around her gag, dribbling onto her chest as she watched her hoard sisters’ bellies swell from his explosion of dragon cum. Their marehoods bulged and stretched under the pressure before finally giving way to a cascade of dragon cum and mare juices.

“Oh, yes, that was amazing,” Shadowblaze panted softly, holding his two slaves tight. “You two did well. Rest,” he ordered, planting a tender kiss on their glistening foreheads.

“Hank huu mathter,” they moaned softly, their bodies twitching with the euphoric glow of his praise before obediently passing out from sheer exhaustion.

He mercifully allowed them to pass out first before pulling their stretched and battered pussies off his cock. He untied them before tucking their exhausted forms into a pillow pile next to his seat. There were only two ponies on the pile that evening. On more crowded nights, the cuddle pile could often grow into a little mountain of what the hoard liked to call ‘used cum rags’.

Unlike stallions, Dragons have no refractory period, so it was no surprise to Starkite to see his rods stand as proud and hard as ever. If anything, it excited the butterflies dancing in the dragonfire in her belly.

He turned his gaze to her. Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized she was next. He strode over to her with a wide grin. “Enjoyed the show?” he asked, grabbing a clawful of her flank before kneading her into the bench. She squealed as her aching pussy and swollen clit was mushed against the wooden horse once more.

“Yeth mathter,” she squeaked, knowing not to lie to her Master.

“I see you’ve gotten yourself ready as I ordered. Good girl.” He chuckled, giving her a few playful spanks before rubbing the tender flesh, drawing a few more sensual moans from her. “Good, because you’re next.” She squirmed as he untied her from the bench. He left her forehooves tied together as he picked her up, finally granting her abused pussy some relief from the cruel wooden horse.

She felt her pulse rise as he carried her back to his seat as if he were simply picking a fucktoy for a personal masturbation session. He set her down at the foot of his throne, between his legs where she belonged. The cool stone floor felt soothing against her hot, aching marehood, even as she began to trickle a little pool of arousal under her. She got into a kneeling position, spreading her legs and showing off her winking clit, earning her an appreciative hum from her Master.

She leaned forwards and nuzzled his cum-coated dragon balls, soaking her fur and mane in the mixed essence of her Master and hoard sisters. She moaned as his heady scent filled her head with euphoric haziness. He chuckled at her eagerness, caressing her mane while rubbing her against his balls like the cum rag she was. “Yes, that’s right, clean it all up.”

She groaned softly as he unlocked the mouth plug and eased the heavy length out of her muzzle with a loud pop. “You may lick it, slave,” her Master said, guiding her down with the claw gripping her mane.

“Hank huu mathther,” she moaned gratefully through her ring gag. Her tongue was forced to hang out helplessly by the ring gag’s tongue clamp like the cum wipe it was. She put it to work licking her Master clean, running it between the ridges and barbs on his colossal member.

Her heart fluttered at how it twitched in pleasure to her every lick and nuzzle, how she could feel his feral vitality pulse with every throb. All of it tasted of the thick, salty-sweet ambrosia of her Master. She also recognized the very familiar tangy, poprock-like taste of Frisky on his lower member as well as the surprising wild berry flavour of Laud on his upper cock.

“Hm, well done, pet.” She felt a shiver at her Master’s praise, urging her to lick the remaining cum out of his tip with even more enthusiasm. She gave a gasp as he grasped her mane and pulled, raising her head up. Her eyes fell upon the bottle of specially made oral throat lube he held in his other claw. “Let’s get my favourite toy all lubed up and ready, shall we?”

Her excited panting grew into a fevered pitch at the thought of having her throat lubed up like the needy cock sleeve she was. She held her tongue out, moaning pleadingly. Her flanks wiggled with barely concealed anticipation, smearing the growing pool of arousal underneath her. He smiled at her enthusiasm, liberally pouring the lube onto her waiting tongue. She let it fill her muzzle before swallowing as best as she could, allowing the liquid to thoroughly coat her throat.

“Oh, you’re so bucking sexy, you little vixen. I can’t wait a moment longer.” He let out a feral growl, his mask of dominant calm crumbling before her shamelessly erotic display. He gripped her mane and pushed her down on his lower cock head.

The pointed bulb of flesh popped past her ring gag and invaded her lubed mouth, filling her cheeks with its throbbing warmth. Her sensitive horn brushed up against the ridges running along his upper cock, sending shivers down her spine. She cried out around his cock as the ribbed notches and barbs stretched her muzzle until his tip reached the tight ring of her throat.

“Look up at me as I spread your throat,” he ordered, breathlessly.

She panted softly, worshipfully gazing up at her Master. She gave a little nod, signalling that she was ready. He responded with a grunt as he pushed his cock head further. There was a moment of resistance before the invader teased her throat open.

He held her tightly by her mane as he stroked his cock against the tight ring, penetrating it over and over, groaning with pleasure all the while. Her eyes watered, her moans of pain and pleasure coming short and ragged as he stretched her repeatedly.

Only when the ring of her throat had loosened in surrender, offering no more resistance nor pleasure, did he ease his shaft further down in slow, patient strokes. Her moans reverberated up and down her throat, massaging his shaft, earning her a groan of pleasure from her Master. She swallowed rhythmically, her throat muscles easing and squeezing his length deeper and deeper into her.

The dragonfire in her belly recognized its owner’s invading cock and responded by surging up to meet it. The flames licked at the cock head before embracing the rest of his shaft its warm caressing grip. The fire dutifully protected its host from the cock’s barbs while allowing Starkite to enjoy the sensuous torment of them bristling up and down her throat.

He groaned pleasurably as his length reached the next tightest part of her throat—the tight space under her collar. She knew this was her Master’s favourite part of her throat. They had spent many sessions exploring it, learning what worked and what didn’t. She loved it most when he made her feel the tightness of her collar squeeze on the cock bulge in her throat, when he fucked her so roughly the padlock bounced against her neck.

She moaned sharply as he gripped her hard, squeezing the cock bulge past the upper lip of her collar. “Ulp...ulp...ulp…” She gurgled drunkenly on the cock stretching her collar and rattling her padlock.

“Yes, keep looking at me as I collar-fuck you until it breaks,” he demanded. She peered up at her Master through her cock-hungry haze. Her look only spurred him, working his cock against the tightness of her collar over and over.

Her nose was full of the heady scent of his upper cock lying heavily on her face and horn. The notched ridges raked at her horn as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, easing out a few tingly sparks of magic.

She let out a muffled ‘ulp’ as he gripped her throat with his other claw and rubbed his thumb into the bulge in her throat. The throat bulge glowed with the emerald gleam of the dragonfire within, pulsing sensuously to his grip. She gurgled and moaned around his cock as he rubbed himself through her throat, using it like the cock sleeve it was. “Ooh yes. This is the only way to masturbate,” he groaned pleasurably.

His words emphasized what she was — His fucktoy, and she loved it. Her body writhed against the cuffs locking her forehooves behind her, accentuating her helplessness as his slave as he sensually throatfucked her. Her own pussy winked and clenched in a desperate attempt to grip and milk the cock it was sorely missing. Her arousal continued to drip in the pool gathering between her thighs.

“Oooh, yes, I’m close,” her Master growled. “You’re doing so well, I think you deserve a reward. You get to have the knot today.”

Starkite’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of being stuffed so fully. She couldn’t stop herself from nodding eagerly despite the cock splitting her throat.

“Heheh, that’s a good, eager little knot sock,” he grunted as he pushed the heavy, throbbing mass of his lower knot into her lips and ring gag.

Starkite felt the pulsing hot body finally push past the second ring gag and swell to stretch her muzzle. The dragon above her roared as the tight warmth squeezing the knot triggered his basest instincts to breed. His hips bucked with wild urgency, facefucking her mouth and throat with his knot. His claws gripped her mane, mashing her lips against his ballsacks.

She felt every bit of her from her mouth to her throat stretched around his immense malehood as it suddenly swelled up. She felt it like an earthquake shaking her from the inside out. The first surge of hot, sticky dragon cum exploded like a hose in her belly. The next one flooded her, rocking her from head to tail. His hot, swollen balls heaved against her chin as the cum within churned.

The upper cock erupted in her mane, spurting his spunk all over her face and back. She felt his warmth shower her, covering her in his scent. Her quivering body was bathed in cum. Spunk dribbled down every bit of her fur before collecting in a pool on the stone floor.

He roared as he continued to buck into her, intent on filling her for all he was worth. And she was more than happy to be his receptacle, his cum dump.

He wasn’t done, however, holding her cum-covered head still as he poured more of his virility into her mouth, coating her tongue in the taste of her Master. She swallowed eagerly, gulping it all down lest it drowned her in cum. Some of it overflowed and dribbled out of her gag and down her chest onto the floor. The feel of wasted cum only drove her to milk and suckle every last drop out of his cock.

He finally relented with a contented grunt. His cock left a glistening trail of cum as it finally pulled out of her mouth with a wet plop. Starkite drooled, body swaying, eyes glazed over. Her mind

was floating off into an addled, euphoric haze, a subspace of perfect peace and happiness.

The way the state of mind expressed itself and how it could be achieved was different from hoard member to hoard member. Some called it ‘being broken’, some called it ‘happy pet times’, some simply called it ‘belonging’. Her Master knew how to recognize it in each and every one of them, how to prolong the state as long as possible and, most importantly, keep them safe throughout.

She felt him grip her around her neck and push her down, pressing her flat into the pool of cum on the floor. She lay there obediently, her tongue instinctively lapping at the cum on the floor, her mane, tail, and fur soaking her Master’s warm essence like a good little cum wipe.

She trembled as she felt his feet come to rest on her neck, his claws barely digging into her fur as he kept her in her place in the pool of cum at his feet. She moaned in bliss as she reveled in that strange, unexplainable yet beautiful sense of completeness. Looking at her now, she was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, her Master’s slave.

She laid there in her perfect, happy place for what might have been a few minutes, maybe hours. For her, it felt like an eternity of euphoria. It was her Master’s words that very carefully brought her back down. “Come back to me, Starkite,” he whispered.

She peered blearily out of the haze, realizing her Master had removed her gag and hoof restraints. He had her in a gentle cuddle on the floor. His warm cuddles were always the best place to come down from subspace and he knew it.

Not too far away were Frisky and Laud, still sleeping peacefully on their pillow pile, close enough for him to keep an eye on them, not too close so as to wake them up.

“Clockface.” Once she was a little more awake, Shadowblaze uttered the safeword signalling for a brief pause. It served to bring her down completely from her stupor. “Are you okay?” he asked, brushing a bit of cum off her face.

“Heehee, I’m a little more than okay. I’m very okay.” Starkite giggled, just a touch drunkenly. “Are you okay?” she suddenly asked, feeling concern for her lover.

“I’m okay as long as you’re okay.” He smiled. He winced at the flat look of disbelief from Starkite. “Uh, well, I was just worried I was being too rough. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love this stuff, especially when you girls are enjoying yourselves. But…” He faltered, seemingly searching for words that weren’t there.

“Don’t worry,” Starkite said, soothingly. “You were perfect. More than perfect. More of the same for me next time, pretty please.” She winked.

“Heh, I’m glad.” Shadowblaze smiled softly. “Hay, Starkite? Are you happy?”

“Pfft, what kind of a question is that?” Starkite giggled, curling her hooves around his neck. “You make me happier than anything in the world. Me and your whole hoard. And for that, we love you. I love you.” She reached up and pressed her lips into his, kissing him deeply. She emphasized the act by summoning up the full force of the dragonfire burning within her, its ferocity proof of her love and devotion to him.

It was undeniable evidence that dispelled all traces of doubt in Shadowblaze’s face. Tears welled up in his eyes as he kissed her back. His own dragonfire welled up and and melded with hers, casting an emerald glow that lit up the room with its brilliance. The glow remained, flickering softly as they parted, leaving little tendrils of dragonfire in the air between them.

“Hay, Shadow,” Starkite whispered.

“Yeah, Star?” Shadow whispered back.

“I want to mate with you, make love to you,” Starkite breathed.

“I want to make love to you too,” he whispered back, leaning in to pull her into another kiss.

Wordlessly, Starkite wrapped herself around him, sandwiching his two cocks between him and her soft pony belly. Her horn flared, levitating a bottle of lube over. She poured its contents down her chest and onto her belly, using her fur to lather his cocks. He groaned pleasurably as she rolled her hips, rubbing her body against his members lovingly.

He ran his claws over her flanks and curves, squeezing her tenderly. One claw coated in lube found her puckered star. It gently prodded her entrance, softening her tight muscles and teasing them open. She moaned softly as his claw entered her tailhole with a wet plop, fingering her and easing the tight rings of her butt.

“I love you so much,” she said, gazing deep into his emerald green eyes as she rose up and positioned herself over his two malehoods.

“I love you too, Star,” Shadow said, helping spread her pussy lips around his cock.

She moaned for him as she eased herself down, letting the first cock head stretch her marehood. She panted softly, taking a moment to get used to his girth.

“I-I’m ready,” she finally said. Shadow nodded as he pushed his other dragonhood up against her tailhole. He groaned pleasurably as her tight, hot tailhole began to stretch around his sensitive tip, engulfing it.

Starkite panted at the fullness in both her holes. She grunted as she pushed herself down, eager to take more of him into her. She moaned as her holes stretched around him, taking in every ridge and barb inch by inch. He held her tight, helping her ease more of him in.

Her marehood and tailhole finally brushed against the throbbing bulb of his twin knots. Slowly, they began to move. Their motions were tender, sensual, loving. They rocked together, each slow stroke loosening her foalhole and anus just a little more, easing a tiny bit more of his knots into her.

They took their time, kissing, nuzzling and cuddlefucking for what might have been minutes or hours. She let out a long, pleasured moan as he finally eased both knots into her holes. He grunted as he gently fucked her with his knots, and she sighed with pleasure as she kissed him in response.

It came slowly, rising to a perfectly orchestrated crescendo. They felt each other’s love well up together as one. He rolled his hips into her, and she rocked her flanks against his body as they worked each other through their shared bliss. They came together in another dragonfire kiss, their fires, their bodies, their love becoming one.

Starlight let out a soft sob. The walls of the scribery faded back into view as she slowly came down from her latest climax. She found herself peering up at Spike, her eyes streaming with tears.

“St-Starlight? Are you okay? Uh, Towertop,” Spike gasped the full stop safeword as he worked at unbuckling the scriber’s straps. The ancient bondage rack hadn’t come equipped with the more modern Society enchantments that would have responded to the safeword by unlocking themselves. “What’s wrong?” he asked, worriedly, as he helped her sit up on the bench.

“It’s alright. I’m alright. It’s just, I dunno.” Starlight vaguely waved a hoof. “I don’t know how to explain it. I felt Starkite’s happiness. She was so loved, so happy, I couldn’t help but feel happy for her too. But at the same time I felt so...so lonely all of a sudden.” She trembled as she looked down at her own hooves. “It’s silly, huh?”

“No, it isn’t.” Spike knelt down next to the bench to look up at her face and cup her cheek in one claw. “Because, well, because that was me loving you, Starlight. I love you.”

“Y-You do?” Starlight whispered, softly. “I-I mean, I know, you did say so. I know. It’s silly. I know. It’s silly. I… But….” She was silenced by his lips meeting her own. She never would have imagined having a dragon breathe his fire into her would feel familiar, but there it was, a comforting reassurance, a love she could taste, smell, feel.

She felt the dragonfire inside her resonate in sympathy. She smiled tearfully, letting her own fire well up, trusting it to convey the strength of her own feelings. Their fires mingled and melded, burning together with a ferocity so intense that it lit up the scribery with its glow. Just like the story, and just as real.

“Starkite Shielder? Really?” Trixie lowered her book just enough to leer at Starlight over the counter.

“Oh, c’mon, Trixie, it’s a really badass name for a dragonsmare,” Starlight groaned. She turned to the other mare sitting at the bar for help. “C’mon, Maudie, tell her it’s a really badass name.”

“I like Laud.” Maud peered over the top of her own copy. “She’s almost as impressive as me,” she said, deadpan as strong as ever. “Oh, and Boulder thinks he has a crush on Poker. He says he’d like to try out the Afterlight scribery simulator himself once the queues have thinned out.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Starlight looked over her withers at the massive queue of ponies waiting to have a turn at the scribery. The entire back wall of the bar was under renovation to make room for even more scriberies and simulators for writers and readers alike.

“How is this the Clocktower’s number one bestseller? These characters are so cringy. Take this Frisky Fortune character for example. Trixie thinks she is simply full of herself!” Trixie muttered.

Maud fixed Trixie with a long, hard stare.

“And who is this Shadowblaze dragon meant to be? Now Trixie does not mind him at all. Sure, it takes a lot to satisfy the great and powerful Trixie, but this dragon is a start,” Trixie said, looking up from a book that blatantly had Spike’s name on the front.

Maud fixed Trixie with an even longer hard stare. “I’m in,” she decided with her usual monotone enthusiasm.

“You’re in for what?” Trixie frowned.

“I’m very in,” Maud repeated, eyeing Starlight.

“Maudie, what are you talking about? Trixie is confused!” Trixie demanded.

“Well, Spike and I are going to the hunter’s lodge for some tea.” Starlight paused just long enough to make what came next an idle afterthought, but not long enough to allow Trixie and Maud to wish them a fun time together. “Say, would you two like to come along?” she asked, innocently.

“Why are you going for tea at the—” Trixie began before she was interrupted by a loud thump under the counter. “Maud, that was Trixie’s hoof. Now, as Trixie was saying, why—” There was another loud thump. “Maud! Why do you keep stomping on Trixie’s—”

“Trixie and I are coming with you and Spike to the hunter’s lodge for some tea,” Maud declared, standing up abruptly and not giving Trixie a moment to ask any more questions.

“Huh? Hay, wait! Trixie didn’t say she wanted to—Wait for Trixie!” Trixie almost fell over herself running after them.

Starlight Glimmer grinned. Starkite Shielder rubbed her hooves together with a smirk. Looks like a sequel was coming after all.

To those of you new to the Clocktower Society, welcome! To returning members of our lovely community, welcome home!

I would like to start by crediting the lovely Sepia (AKA slave SP-0872) for her incredible work on the language you saw showcased in this chapter, Dovactea, the language of the Kindlers, a minority sect within the Society who worship the Fire of Devotion (more widely known as the Fire of Friendship to the rest of Equestria). Yes, she created an entire language from scratch. She's that amazing.

I would also like to give thanks for our incredible community. Here at the Society, we have made it a tradition to celebrate the most important treasure we share - our beloved community. It is this sense of togetherness that we strive to honour when we bring our community's many talents, from writing, editing, knowledge of kink and BDSM, drawing and painting to lore brainstorming, together to create these shared works for all of us to enjoy together. So thank you for joining us, I hope you've enjoyed what we have to offer so far, and I hope you will stay with us as we tour the rest of the Society's many talents.

Not too long after, in a dragon lair not too far away….

“Hay, Pop Rock.”

“What is it, Ely?”

“Clocktower Society’s latest best seller is literally about us.”

“Huh, fancy that.”