A Dragon's Duties

In her time Trixie had picked some pretty dumb places to tour, but the Badlands was by far the worst. Her heterosexual life partner (Okay, they did fool around constantly!) Starlight Glimmer had warned her to avoid this place, that there weren't many bits to be made from dragons anyhow, but she'd simply taken that advice as a challenge! She parked her wagon in the sea of rocky terrain, stepped out and breathed in the stench of sulfur and brimstone, which was almost overpowering at times.

Not to mention how blistering hot it could be, especially whenever she neared the pools of molten lava which rolled down the fissures. The air blurred under heat waves and smoke poured from miniature volcanoes in the distance. Her sole hope if one interrupted was to seek shelter in the caverns scattered about and hope for the best. Well, she could see a number of drakes race overhead, casting long shadows wherever they went, but would they really prove willing to aid even a lovely mare like her...?

“It's too hot,” she whined and tossed her pointy hat back into the open door of her caravan. She unclasped her starry cape which soon followed, and set off to explore. “Here there be dragons,” she quoted to herself and starting humming.

Unbeknownst to her a number of eyes were already upon Trixie. They watched the way her dock raised her tail enticingly, exposing the ring of her puffy anus and her tight slit which teased just a hint of its pink interior each time she swayed her foal-bearing hips and fashionably plump buttocks. Breasts hung below her and swung pendulum-like wherever she trailed.

“Lookee here. Some dumb pony bitch wandered into our territory,” said Garble who licked his chops. “Doesn't she know the same rules don't apply here? Well, it's not our problem! Survival of the fittest!” He punched a fist into an open palm. His minions followed behind the hulking brute. They numbered half a dozen in total, a gang of bullies that terrorized the land.

Of course none of them dared openly disobey Dragon Lord Ember, but she wasn't here right now which granted them almost free reign. It was a land of constant competition, a struggle for dominance, and if some mare was stupid enough to come here, and by her lonesome at that? Well, they'd simply give her a proper welcoming! They moved to intercept her.

Trixie frozen when the almost demonic band encircled her. She raised a forehoof to her bosom and raised her snout high while she tried to muster up all her dignity. “Well, well, Garble, wasn't it? How would you like to attend the Great and Powerful Trixie's magic show? Why, I could show you all sights unlike anything you've ever seen before!”

“Oh, we'll make magic and see the sights, all right!” He suddenly seized her throat in his claw and squeezed a little, making her sputter and cough when she started to choke. Tears rolled down her shocked face when she started trembling. “Hold her down!” They pinned all her hooves with ease, her strength no match for these depraved beasts.

She shuddered when his barbed pair of pink shafts exited their pouch atop a sack of heavy testicles. His junk was weaponized to match his innate cruelty; unlike Spike whose penises were shaped to please a female as much as possible, as he'd always cared about the feelings of his lovers, Garble's was base cruelty manifested. Of course it had also proved effective whenever he'd taken a mate by force when he'd won their contests; the pain and terror he inflicted helped them ovulate, opening wide a cervix to accept an excess of his seed. If he couldn't successfully woo a female, he'd simply forcibly impregnate as many as possible!

“Pl-please don't,” whispered Trixie between sniffles.

“Oh, I love it when they beg.” He pulled her face up by a clump of her mane to meet his hateful eyes. “Most dragoness bitches have way too much pride for that. Not like some easily broken pony pussy!” He dragged his cocks over her face, and she closed her eyes as they poked her a little, smearing her with thick gobs of his precum which he wiped upon every inch of her face.

“I'm first as always! Spear, you helped me subdue the last cunt, so you can take her mouth for now!” His sidekick eagerly took his place, grabbed her head with both claws, and forced a dick which lived up to his name down her throat while its leaking twin brushed over her cheek. More gags sounded when he started to savagely hump her face, choked sobs escaping between wet slurps. Volumes of precum which would almost match a stallion's normal emissions filled her mouth and gullet to overflow.

Garble lined up behind her and yanked her tail with a jerk which made her whinny. He slapped his palms on her wide buttocks, encircling them, hitting them so hard he left red prints that matched his hands to show his ownership of her. Despite the utter horror of her situation, her body reacted, her ass raised in submission to her would-be breeders, the pink ring of her anus pulsing, and her dripping, glistening pussy winking clear musky fluids which pooled on the stone below her.

“Damn, this slut wants it hard! Well who are we to deny her?” Her eyes turned to saucers when his dragonhoods penetrated her lower holes in one brutal thrust, driving as hard and deep as he could with a hateful grunt. “Fuck, she's tight!” Despite the searing stabs in her cunt walls and bowels, she instinctively clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. His jaws clamped around the nape of her neck, and she whined, more tears dribbling down her while he started to plunge in-and-out.

The pokes into her nethers only made her tighter and wetter, routinely drenching the now matted fur of her thighs, to the point where she started to wonder if she was a masochist?! Claws suddenly seized the back of her head, Spear driving his pair of weaponized cocks balls deep down her throat until it bulged, strained chokes escaping her when he fired down her gullet.

Salty loads painted her mouth and tongue, the excess burning when it erupted from her nose, dripping and bubbling. She swallowed as much as she could down, savoring its flavor and texture, feeling it churn and boil within her overfilled stomach. He continued to hold her there with small humps to her face, determined to make certain she sucked down every last virile drop.

Garble drove faster and harder, groping her tits with such fierceness she feared they'd pop, certain they would be bruised at the least. He roared, “Bear my spawn you pathetic cocksleeve!” He hilted inside her, screaming a war cry while he emptied his swelled testicles, spurt-after-spurt hosing down her interior. She wailed around the duel dicks still in her maw, climaxing anew, her womb bloating from the splooge churning in its wet walls until her stomach distended like she was impregnated several times over. Her eggs swam in a sea of sloshing white milk, his seed marking her with its addictive properties.

Plops sounded when they pulled free. She fell on her barrel, limbs splayed out, her pussy and asshole gaping as they oozed white trails. Unable to hold back any longer, the rest of the gang started to shoot their seeds all over her with surprising force, marking her mane, face, and curves, a sticky shower running down her shapeliness. She continued to wink, her flesh crying out for more, no longer caring if they took her brutally and forcibly, all survival instincts numbed by euphoria.

Suddenly an ear-splitting shriek resounded above. A looming shadow eclipsed the drakes who frozen and trembled when they stared above. Spike landed with a thud on his hindlegs, kicking up dust and opening his snout, searing the air with plumes of emerald flame. His belly filled with an inferno and his muscular chest swelled. He flashed his claws at the horde.

“Okay,” he hissed with eyes turned to slits. “Which one of you is first?!”

Garble saw his pals cower from the corners of his eyes, and he meekly lowered himself too. “W-we were just welcoming her!”

“Yeah, well Ember isn't here to save your sorry asses, not that she probably would anyway, so you'd better run off with your tails between your legs!” He went to all fours and his bulk shuddered when he took a step forward. Was it their imagination or had he gotten much larger?! His spiny tail lashed out and shattered a stone into fragments. The earth rocked under his pronounced stomps. Rather than stick around to tussle with him, the dragons scattered and scurried away.

He waited until they were all gone and scooped Trixie into his powerful arms. He squeezed her tenderly, and kissed her lips, not seeming to care that she was drenched in spunk when he stared into her eyes. “Sorry about that, Trixie. You're the best. I love you. And I want to show you that love, if I can?” She nodded with a hard swallow as her face burned.

She laid her head on his chest and shivered with delight while he carried her to a cave; no doubt where he intended to thoroughly ravage her absolutely senseless! Her loins burned at the idea! If this was a dream she never wanted to wake up!

*****

With a startle Trixie sat up in her bed. Just a dream?! She blinked sleepy eyes, adjusting to the darkness broken solely by rays of moonlight spilling in from a window of her wagon. She glanced at Starlight Glimmer who spooned her, blinking awake. “Ugh...Trixie! Again?!” The pair looked down at the thoroughly soaked sheets. “Well, it happens.” She softened. “Still, you need to do something about this! Spike really worked you up, huh? What will you do if the herd turns you down?”

“Trixie...has no idea.” She huffed still red-faced. The nightmare had been oddly...pleasant? Perhaps her heat was hitting her so hard she'd seek any sort of relief! But she and Starlight knew their usual sessions wouldn't fully satisfy her. It wouldn't be sated until she took somepony's seed. Preferably Spike's! After all, none of the few stallions she'd tried had remotely compared!

“It can be rather lonely on the road. Thank you for always keeping Trixie company, Starlight.” She hugged and kissed her temple with an unusually thoughtful smile. “However, there is something you could do for Trixie?”

“Yeah, yeah. The usual, huh? Well, I don't really mind. I have needs, too.” Glimmer trotted over to a ginormous ornate gold-and-scarlet treasure chest, popped open the top, and rifled through a mass of knick-knacks. “What have we here? Oh, you've been a naughty one!” She pulled out a black strap on with a pair of plastic dildos upon it. “You been hiding this?”

“Not exactly.... Trixie purchased it the other day when we passed through that little villa.” She swiped it from her. “Would you help Trixie try it out? It would mean a lot!” Receiving a nod, she stepped into the toy, smaller extrusions pushing into her marehood and plothole when she tightened and locked it into place with a wheeze. “Take the position, mini-Twilight!”

Starlight bristled at the demeaning nickname, sometimes wondering if she was using her as a proxy to take out frustrations on an old rival, but since the sex was so good she rarely complained. Besides, she didn't want to deny her best friend her fantasy! (It used to be Sunburst until he'd turned her down for a stallion!) She bent over the bed, used her dock to raise her tail high as he could, and with a flare of her horn a shimmer enveloped her sexholes, spreading them open to unveil her pink treasures.

With a huff Trixie mounted her, landing a possessive smack on her ass. The flesh wobbled marked by a raw, red hoofprint. The extensions sunk into her sexholes, spreading them with their girth, a trickle of lubrication leaking from Glimmer's twat when she moaned into the marecum-stained sheets. She grabbed her mane between her teeth, and pulled her tail with her left forehoof, while her right continued to slap an asscheek with audible whacks. “Oh yeah! Do you like taking my cock, mini-Twilight?!”

Glimmer rolled her eyes, pinkening while she bit into a pillow, having to admit Trixie knew how to hit the right spots, at least. Of course they'd had tons of practice! “Buck yes! You like it up the ass, don't you, bitch?!” She violently hammered into her, taking out all her frustrations and aggression, which Starlight tolerated since they'd switch roles as needed to vent.

“I-I'm close,” admitted Starlight between pants.

“Then come for Trixie!” Her face twisted with rapture when the pair's holes clenched, their feminine emissions exploding out, mixing down their loins when it pooled under them and masked the atmosphere in their lewd aromas.

Eventually it came time to flip. Trixie replaced her position on the bed, and Starlight wore the strap on, pressing her weight atop her and railing her senselessly. “Fuck you, Sunburst! Trade me for a stallion?!” Her eyes watered, and she almost cried at the memory, but instead she grimaced and redoubled her efforts, rocking her marefriend's frame under her with repeated stabs.

She almost lost herself in the moment, then snapped back, uncertain if she'd hurt Trixie, but no, ever since she'd mated with Spike the poor mare needed it rough as possible. She slammed Trixie's wobbly posterior, biting the nape of her neck. She sucked on Lulamoon's horn, tracing its width with her tongue, and lit up her own, enveloping her partner's hanging udders in her aura to molest them. Whinnies escaped her lover, her maw opening and drooling, eyes rapidly fluttering as she imagined Spike taking her. “Ah...Spike,” she squeaked. “C-can you cum inside Trixie again?! She'd really appreciate it,” she mumbled.

Glimmer knew she couldn't fulfill that request. She'd never attempted a spell to form a stallionhood, nor did the idea appeal to her. However in a moment of inspiration she decided to test something. “H-hold on, Trixie. Let me try something. It will be worth it, I promise!” She gritted her teeth and clenched her holes hard as she could, gripping the strap on bits buried in her squishy tunnels with as much force as she could, determined to make certain she came first. “It-it's coming!”

When Glimmer started to cum, she funneled it up into bursts with her magic, shooting it from her marehood into Trixie's cunt. She hosed her down with spray-after-spray, drenching her love tunnel and sphincter, and likewise her uterus when Trix's cervix swelled open, biologically fooled into believing blobs of semen being packed into her watery womb. “Holy fucking Celestia,” screamed Trix with wide eyes when she came hard at the surprise mock insemination, once more spraying her fuckbuddy and the interior. Lulamoon went limp when she squirted too, pulsing and shuddering while the duo rode out multiple climaxes.

After their contractions slowed Glimmer yanked off the strap on, tossed it aside, and cuddled up in the bed with her heaving love, both not caring anymore how soaked the blankets were. A smack sounded when they kissed and rubbed noses. “Satisfied?”

“Trixie certainly is. Thank you, Starlight. This should tide me over until I can convince Spike's herd to let me in!” She'd convinced herself it was already a done deal. After all, how could that stud turn down another potential lover, especially the Great and Powerful Trixie?! He'd be able to convince the rest of them...wouldn't he?