Life as a malcontent on the outskirts of Equestrian society can frequently be lonely, stressful, and viscerally exciting in equal measure. The double-life aspect can be kind of exciting, but also lead to the aforementioned stress in always being unsure whether you’re pulling it off as well as you hope. The loneliness just comes with the territory, and can be broken up on occasion with the odd social outing to keep up appearances. The one element that’s actually usually missing is surprise. With as much careful planning has to go into all my hunts in order to be sure I don’t end up in a cage for the rest of my days, I’m usually ready for anything.

I’ve had my share of pleasant surprises, though. That one day in the Everfree with the pink-maned pegasus, that day the local mailmare dropped by and gave me a gift I never would have expected. That one Kirin I encountered on a wider-ranging flight who’d apparently heard rumors about me had me a little worried, but after a few weeks went by without any knocks from armored Royal Guard, it seemed like these rumors were staying on back channels and not yet likely to get me in trouble.

I frequently mused over past experiences and wondering where my life was going to lead me while flying. Sailing from thermal to thermal doesn’t really occupy much of one’s brainpower, so it was easy to let my mind wander in between occasional glances in all directions to check for other creatures on the wing and potential targets down below. I was completing another head-sweep while considering what I was going to come up with for dinner if my current hunt wasn’t successful when I panned my gaze back and saw something. Turning my head further revealed that something to be an enormous red dragon, wings swept, diving from high altitude straight at me.

Fuck.

I dove out of instinct, but there was no way I could pick up more speed than that dragon. I could aim for one of the caves I could see below me, but none of them looked small enough to stop her from just keeping her wings tight and chasing me straight in. I couldn’t see any better options, though, and I needed to get out of the air fast. I could easily out-turn her, but that depended on her not shifting her dive to track ahead of me, and I didn’t fancy trying to out-dance her with the rapidly shrinking distance between us and the ground.

Having just about run out of options, I tucked in and arrowed toward the cave we were diving towards, having to just hope I could find some nook or cranny inside where she couldn’t reach me and wait for her to get bored and leave. Another part of me was screaming how likely this was to end up in me being devoured but I was focused on trying not to panic and mess up at this crucial point.

Upon crossing the threshold, I made several discoveries in rapid succession. There were pieces of armor of various species hanging from the walls further in, as well as what looked like a large rug and….bondage gear? This cave was obviously occupied which did not bode well for me at all, but at that point I was rather painfully arrested by something massive grabbing my tail. I let out a sharp yelp as I pancaked into the floor.

“My apologies, but I imagine having a dragon show up on your doorstep would probably draw unwanted attention.”

Hearing what I could now tell was the female massive carnivore that I was quietly making peace with getting eaten by address me broke me out of the funk I was starting to sink into at the idea of being messily eaten. The fact that I was hearing words rather than an enormous tongue licking enormous and sharp teeth seemed to indicate a potential for surviving today, so I rolled over and looked up at my capturer.

Age is understandably hard to tell with dragons - given they live for millennia - but this one definitely didn’t give me the impression of being young. Her golden eyes alone seemed to suggest she had a few centuries of life behind her. Her scales were a darker and more muted shade of red, almost burgundy, and she had a line of short, bone-white spines leading down her back from neck to tail.

“I imagine you’re wondering why I chased you down like this?”

“That, and trying to get my heart to slow down, yeah.”

It was almost insulting how evenly she was speaking while I was struggling not to pant in between all my words. It wasn’t as if I was in bad shape myself, but this dragon didn’t even strain herself whatsoever in that brief chase. She looked and sounded calmly composed as if she’d been sitting here waiting this whole time. Every now and then nature throws you these helpful reminders of the fact that there’s always a bigger and better predator than you out there more than happy to turn you into a snack. Obviously this time was going to be a strange exception to that rule, and that already had my curiosity peaked.

“I suppose this might not help with that, but I chased you down because I know what you do, and I wanted to ask you for something.”

She was correct in that that really wasn’t helping me calm myself. I had always worried about what I would do if word started to spread - which I was now confronting much earlier than I expected to - and now I had full-grown dragons chasing me down. The only reason I didn’t keel over right then was that was a tone of questioning curiosity without a hint of threat, so now I was up on my haunches with my head cocked, curious where this strange conversation was going to lead.

“So...you know what I do. That’s...not great, but I suppose that’s neither here nor there right now. What did you want to ask me?”

She looked to be taking a moment to gather her thoughts before she responded to me. That gave me a moment to look her over with a more appraising eye and pick out some details I hadn’t been looking for before, such as her slightly distended belly and the stretch marks just visible between her scales from the way she was currently resting. I probably had her age reckoned properly in that case, as she looked like she probably had quite a few children out in the world, though as with all dragons she still looked sleek and dangerous.

“I’m approaching my seventh century, and I’ve had dozens upon dozens of clutches, so I think I’ve done my duty to my species by this point. I came to find you because I heard rumors of your ‘unusual talents’ and I thought you might be able to help me remove my capacity for breeding.”

I really wished I could sound that confident and be that direct about this kind of topic. She didn’t stutter or pause as she delivered that rather shocking statement, though to a dragon who’d been alive almost seven hundred years I guess nothing really sounds that outlandish so far. My gaze flicked back to the edges of my peripheral vision momentarily to look at what I had definitely correctly identified as some kind of binding harness for wings and legs that looked perfectly sized for her frame. I was getting the distinct impression that even without the element of age she had “seen some shit”.

“Oh. Well...I think I might be able to help you, though I’ve never done anything like...that before. I usually work with parts that are more on the outside, and I’d have to be going pretty far inside to get to what I think you’re asking me to get to.”

I’ve developed a pretty good degree of skill with my bracelet since I got my talons on it, but I think his dragon was vastly overestimating what I was capable of. I was no surgeon, and I knew enough about anatomy to know I was going to need to go quite deep into her abdomen if I was going to get her ovaries. I wasn’t even sure how to get my magic to bypass tissue I didn’t want to remove since I’d only ever had to cast it on external parts of the body, and in the case of my favorite meat I could send it into the glans and have it travel back along the shaft. Thinking about fishing my arm around in her insides in that manner was starting to make me feel a little queasy, but it was that train of thought that led me to another potential answer.

Her ovaries, by their very nature, were designed to provide eggs to her womb, which was accessed via the vaginal canal. As I sat there with my eyes growing wider at the thought, I came to the realization that there was a way I could get to what she wanted without having to carve up her belly and go fishing around in her guts. It was beyond weird, and something I’d never even considered attempting before, but I was having a hard time finding fault with the basic mechanics of the concept. The dragon waited patiently while I thought through all the particulars, clearly not in a hurry.

“Okay, I think I’ve figured out a way to do this, but it’s going to be weird. To put it bluntly, I’m going to have to...climb inside you to some degree. I’m not a unicorn, after all, so my ability to use my magic is pretty limited, and I don’t think there’s any way I could safely get your ovaries out through your belly. I’m going to need to get my bracelet close enough to just focus on those and not send its magic into any other part of you.”

I was trying to sound confident in my ability to potential pull this off, but while considering it wasn’t causing the feeling of disgust that going intestine-diving had been causing, it was still causing a fair amount of anxiety from the idea I was talking about putting my whole body someplace it was most definitely not designed to go, with a lack of air and what was probably some pretty strong musculature that I was hoping wouldn’t trap me in there or break any bones. I found myself staring back towards the base of her tail with an expression she clearly read as at least a little bit panicked.
It certainly didn’t help that I was not considering refusal an option in this scenario. That dragon was at least five or six times my size, and would have no problem changing this encounter back into what I thought it was going to be when I first spotted her chasing me. It wasn’t that she was giving me the impression that she would as much as the fact it was possible was making me very uncomfortable trying my luck. I realized I was sitting silently for far too long at about the same time as she surprised me yet again by rolling her massive body on its side.

“I agree with your assessment, and I’m willing to do this as you suggested. I can understand that this might feel hazardous for you, and I am willing to offer a trade. The rumors about you say that you like these, and I’m willing to offer you a portion of mine.”

With that, she reached down between her hind legs with her left forepaw and pulled up at her belly scales there, spreading open a slit between two of them, inside of which I could see glistening pink flesh. Specifically, at the top of that slit I could see a familiar protrusion that I had always honestly wondered if dragons had, though maybe some species did and some didn’t. I glanced up at her for permission - which she gave with a nod - and walked back down her body to get close to that slit and the clitoris the size of my head that she was apparently offering up to compensate me for diving into her vagina.

As I settled back on my haunches and contemplated what was about to happen if I said yes, I could feel the nervousness starting to melt away to be replaced with something that almost felt like a sense of adventure. I mean, I’ve always been a fan of getting my talons and beak on some pussy, whether that be for nefarious purposes or just for fun, but sometimes you get these random impulses and unusual ideas. I’ve been around females big enough for me to get my fist and even my forearm pretty deep before, but my whole body? I had to admit to myself that the idea was turning me on.

“Alright, I’ll do it. Are you ready? Might as well get right into it!” I took a deep breath in and out and shook out my shoulders and haunches. I had no idea if that was going to help or not, but I felt like I had better be pretty limber for this.

“I’m glad you accept, Gryphon. Yes, I am ready.”

I took another deep breath, leaned forward, and slowly pushed both my forelegs into her up to the elbow, finding that she’d obviously been aroused at the idea of this happening and I wasn’t going to need to get her worked up first. There was a thin layer of moisture that was starting to build, and I could slide against her inner flesh easily. Growing bolder, I pushed forward until both forelegs were buried all the way inside of her and my head was mashed against her clitoris, which I gave a quick lick to on impulse. I heard a pleased grunt from the enormous dragon I was currently double-fisting to the hilt, so at this point there was nowhere else to go but forward.

Now, I have a basic understanding of female reproductive anatomy, but this was a dragon, so I had no idea if she conformed to mammals - which I knew - or reptiles, in which case I had no idea where I was going. Worrying about it wasn’t going to help me make any progress, though, so I took the deepest breath I could and hoped my fairly good lung capacity would be enough for this crazy journey.

I leaned back far enough to get my shoulders free and then pushed my head between my arms to line up. I pushed off on the ground with my hind legs and my head passed into warmth, wetness, and the dull throb of a massive heartbeat. All the flesh around me was lightly pulsing and occasionally clenching a little around me as the dragon reacted to the sensation, thankfully seeming to try to keep herself from clamping down. I definitely did not want to find out firsthand how strong her internal muscles were.

I walked my bottom half closer until my paws were up against her and pushed again, my fists almost immediately meeting what had to be her cervix and requiring another shove to force through, my head and shoulders following after into the warmer, wetter, and even louder cavity of her womb. Her heartbeat was now like thunder in the distance, but pounding with a rhythm that seemed to quake my entire body. I could feel my lungs starting to want oxygen, so I would have to move quickly at this point. Eyes still closed because the darkness would make them useless anyway, I quickly felt along the right side of the muscular pouch half my body was now inside of until I felt a small opening far too small for anything other than an arm at most.

It was at this point that I realized that if my bracelet required the words I had learned to activate to be spoken precisely, this plan was going to fall apart entirely. I spoke the incantation, making sure to move my tongue and throat to enunciate clearly though no sound came out other than some clicks and gurgling due to where my head was. Luckily, it seemed that my intent more than my words were the trigger, as I could perceive a glow through my eyelids which meant it had to be working. As soon as I’d waited the few seconds I needed, I leaned in against the wall of her womb and forced my arm into her fallopian tube, now made more pliable by my magic as well as the still hidden goal at the other end of it.
Once I had my other arm inside and had applied some stretch to the flesh, I was able to reach them through and find a large semi-round object on the other end, kind of like an inflated kidney bean that had lost some of its shape. I grabbed this in a bear hug, braced my paws up on her body, and pulled myself backwards with all of my strength, lungs now burning for a breath of fresh air.

Now, for the dragon in question, having her cervix mashed through like that was hardly a picnic, and she had to work very hard to suppress the urge to clamp down inside or reach down and try to pull me out. My fumbling around in her womb wasn’t exactly a pleasant sensation either, but my magic kicking in meant she didn’t fully feel what was happening to her fallopian tube. She was getting more sensation than I had expected though, which I would have to put down to dragons being more magic resistant than most other creatures in our world. However, as I had guessed from the gear I’d seen in her cave, pain was something this particular dragon had come to enjoy quite a bit, and she’d never had her favorite combination of pain and pleasure applied inside of her like this.

For my part, I noticed that my attempts to pull myself out were going a bit more easily than I expected, and it seemed like her birth canal was quite a bit more slippery now than it was when I was trying to work my way in. Her tube distended mightily as the organ it was supposed to connect to was yanked through it, all her ovary’s connections severed in the process. I soon slipped the sizeable egg holder into her womb, and then pulled myself and it back through her cervix, at which point I discovered just how wet my new draconic acquaintance had become. Whatever force I was expecting to have to apply was made unnecessary as I simply shot right out of her with an obscenely loud squelch, landing on my back gasping, a dark pink ovary in my forelegs, and absolutely soaked in the juices of a thoroughly aroused female.
I let the enormous gland roll off of me to the side, my chest rising and falling like a bellows as I spent a few seconds just focusing on re-oxygenating my blood. I eventually became aware of the dragon panting a bit as well, and part of me felt a little pride at the idea that I was managing to work over a creature over four times my size. As soon as I felt like I’d recovered enough, I got back up on all fours, shook myself a little bit to get ready again, and stepped back up to the slit she was still helpfully holding open. I glanced up at her head quickly, but her eyes were closed. I got the feeling if she was capable of blushing, though, she would have been.

Now that I knew how to pull this off, I put my forelegs forward, talons together on either side of my head, and pushed myself back inside. I was definitely slipping in a lot more easily now, so getting to her cervix and through it was a cakewalk this time. As soon as I had my upper body ensconced in her womb, I twisted myself to the opposite site, whispered the familiar words into the thick mucous and suffocating flesh of her innermost sanctum, and saw the glow on my eyelids that told me she would soon be ready. After counting the seconds in my head, I forced my arms through that narrow fleshy tube, seized her other ovary, and hauled backwards again, yanking her only remaining source of eggs back with me into her womb before pulling myself and it out into her vagina. This time, though, things went a little differently.

As soon as her severed ovary came through behind me, the entire world collapsed down on top of me. All her muscles clenched down mightily, and after a brief instant of panic her excessive wetness caused that force to rocket me out of her body, thrown back onto the rocky floor with force enough to knock the wind out of me before she let out a long groaning sound and I found myself getting hosed down with thick, viscous ejaculate. If it weren’t for the shaggy fur of my back half being plastered up my body by my reverse exit from hers, my hard-on from all of this would have been blatantly obvious. I’d gone from being scared of even attempting this to desperately wishing she’d tell her friends.

As soon as my lungs were done being paralyzed by my fall I went back to gasping for air again, lying still and panting for a little while to recover. Eventually I had enough oxygen back in my blood to be able to roll back over onto paws and talons and shake off some of the fluid my feathers and fur were now caked in. I was going to have to preen for almost an hour to get back to being flight-ready, but I still felt like it was definitely worth it. Even better, we weren’t quite done yet. Once my new acquaintance had caught her breath from her climax, she addressed me again.

“My thanks, Gryphon. You have more than earned your reward.”

She used both her fore-talons to spread herself open as wide as she could to improve my access to her thoroughly swollen glans. I reverently reached up and cradled it in my talons, feeling it pulse with her heartbeat and my stomach start to growl.

“Only a beakful though, Gryphon. I don’t wish to sacrifice my future climaxes.”

That seemed fair to me, so I nodded and rubbed my talons over its large, smooth surface a few times, making its owner close her eyes and let out an appreciative rumble. I whispered to my bracelet for the third time that day, letting its magic sink into her clitoris and ready it for me to take my payment. I took a moment to lift it a little, finding it weighed a bit more than I expected before letting it slip back down slightly to where it was before. As soon as I had let my magic work on her for long enough, I dragged a long lick from bottom to top and then opened my beak wide.

It seemed to me the easiest way to accomplish this would be to come at it from the side, so I squeezed and lifted her enormous glans slightly so it distended upwards before placing my beak across it to the side. This left an inch or two to cross my beak and fill it from tip to base quite nicely. I flicked a quick glance up at her and saw her watching what I was doing. She nodded to me, and I nodded slightly before clamping down my beak as hard as I could. The flesh of her glans bulged in my beak for a moment before parting from the rest and leaving me with quite a mouthful, her formerly round glans now having a flat, dark pink stump from where I’d taken my bite.

It was at this point that I saw her flinch a little, and I realized my magic might not be working on her the way it did on other creatures, but she didn’t look like she was going to complain. The meat in my mouth had a slightly metallic taste on the “raw” side, but that was to be expected and didn’t detract from the other flavors and the soft, pliable texture of the flesh. She watched as I visibly rolled my tongue over the meat in my beak and purred appreciatively, seemingly like it was somewhat exciting to see judging by the occasional clenches of her opening. As I swallowed my delicious beakful, she moved one of her toes over to her new stump and rubbed it up and down briefly, a small shudder visible as she did so. She reached down to her opening to wet her toe and then came back to circle her reduced glans a few more times before stopping.

“That should be adequate. I can feel the difference from before, but it feels like you did as I asked.”

“Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, ma’am.”

Not really sure of what else to do, I bowed respectfully, which caused her to emit a low rumbling I identified as laughter. She rolled onto her belly, re-arranged her wings, and smiled at me as she made a dismissive gesture, freeing me to go.

I walked out into the blinding sun outside, feeling her fluids still caking my feathers and groaned as I remembered how much preening I was going to have to do to get airborne again. However, I could also feel something else being tickled by the fur around my crotch, still stiff and ready, and I decided it couldn’t hurt to find a quiet place to blow off some steam first so I could concentrate on fixing my feathers.

Author's Note

This one was actually a commission. I opened up for a small test batch on FurAffinity, and once I finally get around to finishing those I'm going to open for more here, on FA, and on SoFurry to try and give more people a shot.