Is this really how dragons negotiate?
Spike's claws tapped lightly on the crystal floor of the Castle of Friendship as he made his way to the map room. Twilight had called him over for some kind of diplomatic meeting, which was odd, because she usually didn't bother unless it was somecreature he knew, and Ember and Thorax were busy with their own problems. Diplomacy was usually boring for him, and when he did show up to the meetings, he never really had anything helpful to add anyway. So, given the unusual circumstances, his curiosity was piqued, and he picked up his pace as the map room's door came into view.
As he turned the handle and pressed the door in, he was greeted by a rather unexpected sight. The creature talking to Twilight was like nothing he had ever seen before. She (he presumed, as the voice was feminine) had the general body shape of a pony, but was covered in sea green scales with a much lighter green underbelly of wide overlapping scales, just like his own. Most surprising, perhaps, was that her ponylike mane and tail were not hair, but fire, shifting and flickering in the otherwise imperceptible air currents of the room.
"Spike!" Twilight said with a smile. "I'm glad you could make it! This is Tianhuo, from Huoshan. She's a longma, which is like half dragon, half pony."
"Horse," Tianhuo corrected.
"Ah, right. Horse," Twilight said, blushing at her mistake.
"Whoa," Spike said, eyes wide. "I really like your... mane." He winced inwardly. Real smooth, he thought.
"Anyway, this is my friend and assistant, Spike," Twilight told Tianhuo. Spike waved.
"It is good to meet you, Spike," Tianhuo said with a nod, her light accent sounding Chineighse. "Our Honored Mother was a fierce and powerful dragon, just like you."
Spike blushed. "Fierce and powerful? I mean, I guess did save the Crystal Empire a couple times," he said.
Twilight giggled. "You sure did. Anyway, Tianhuo is here to negotiate an extension to a peace treaty made between our races over five hundred years ago. Huoshan is really far from Equestria, and as far as I know, she's the first longma to visit in decades!" Twilight looked like she wanted to prance in place, but was barely containing herself.
"Wow," Spike said. "So, can you fly and breathe fire too?"
"Spike!" Twilight said. "That's not relevant to–"
Wings, somehow made of nothing but fire, suddenly sprouted from Tianhuo's back, and with a great flap, she was lifted up into the air. She took a theatrically large breath, paused for a second wingbeat, then blew out a neat line of flame that extended a short distance from her muzzle and billowed upward at the end. The fire moved in a neat arc as she slowly turned her head in a half-circle, and she finished her display with a large blast through the middle of the arch she had traced before landing gracefully.
Spike clapped and woo-hooed. Twilight stared, slack-jawed.
"Yes, Spike," Tianhuo said with a smug grin, "we can fly and breathe fire." Thin tendrils of black smoke rose from her nostrils and between her lips.
"That was..." Twilight said, blinking. She shook her head. "That was incredible! Where did those wings come from? Were they just some kind of magical fire? Where did they go? How do you keep your mane burning? Do you... ah... never mind." She smiled sheepishly and tittered.
Tianhuo laughed. "Do not worry, Princess Twilight Sparkle. I can answer any questions you have once we finish negotiating the treaty. But for now, I believe there is still the matter of collecting your friends?"
"Right! Right. I'll go get them. Right now. And bring them here!" Twilight said. Apparently having convinced herself to follow through with her plan, she levitated her saddlebags from the map table and onto her back. "I'll see you when I get back!"
Spike quirked an eyebrow. "Isn't that usually my job?" he asked.
"Usually, yeah," Twilight said, securing a strap after having checked one bag, "but Tianhuo and I thought it would be fun for you two to hang out here for a bit. Maybe talk dragon stuff or something."
"Oh, yeah. That sounds great!" Spike said. The mysterious longma seemed very interesting, and he had plenty of questions already in mind for her.
"See you two soon!" Twilight called as she walked out the door.
"So," Spike said, turning to Tianhuo with a friendly smile, "can you swim in lav–" A hoof pressed firmly against his lips, cutting him off.
"There is something important we must discuss," she said, waiting to make sure she had his full attention before continuing. "Our homeland is in danger, and if the ponies cannot help us, we may require the aid of the dragons. Princess Twilight Sparkle has told me that you are friends with the leader of the dragons, yes?"
"Well... yeah, but–"
"Excellent!" Tianhuo turned away and raised her rump to Spike's eye level. "Then, let us begin the traditional dragon negotiation."
"What?!" Spike cried. "I think that maybe there's been some kind of misunderstanding here." He knew it was wrong to look, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her hypnotizing butt, swaying in front of him as she wiggled like a snake. Her pussy, shaped much like a mare's but smooth and scaly, winked open, and a clear line of fluid dribbled from it and hung down as a glistening strand. He gulped.
"If you are new to diplomacy, then I would be more than happy to show you how it is done," she said with a predatory smirk. When Spike didn't move or respond, she spun in a half-turn, quick as lightning, and her face was in front of his. Her nostrils flared as she took a slow, deep breath through them, closing her eyes. "Ah. I see. You are still a virgin." Her smile didn't disappear. If anything, it grew, as if fed by a sinister plan.
"I don't know if Twilight would like–"
"Ah, ah. She is not here, is she? We will have plenty of time to outline our terms before she returns," she said. Her head snaked down to his crotch, and her long, forked tongue slid from her mouth and traced a line across his soft belly scales. Nervous and panting but unable to stop himself, his pink cock emerged from his slit, already coated with slick fluids.
"Y-yeah, I guess you're right," he said. His little heart was hammering in his chest. In a daze, feeling as though the moment wasn't really happening, he watched her tongue wrap around his shaft, felt the odd and new sensation of pleasure caused by somecreature other than himself. "Wow, that feels good." Tianhuo hummed a soft affirmation before opening her mouth and pulling him into it with her tongue.
"Mmm," she purred around his cock, keeping her eyes locked with his. It pulsed and throbbed in her mouth, and his cute little moans and huffs spurred her on to work her mouth muscles more, earning tasty dribbles of precum. Every little gasp, each shiver that ran through his body, the way he bit his lip, all drove her to work harder to earn more of the adorable reactions from her inexperienced but eager partner. Deep within her core, there was a mixing of magic and volatile chemicals, and as she exhaled around his stiff member, a gentle surge of liquid fire filled her maw and enveloped his sensitive dragonhood, dripping down his body and falling harmlessly to the crystal floor where it quickly dissipated.
There was a telltale hitch in his breath. A subtle tightening of his balls.
Tianhuo immediately removed her mouth from him and watched his eyes transform from needy and grateful to disappointed and confused.
"Wh..." he tried, gulped, and took a breath before trying again. "Why'd you stop?"
"Because that was only the warmup." She turned again, presenting her lithe ass to him, head turned back to watch his reaction. He licked his lips, but remained frozen. "Now, mount me so that we may negotiate as tradition demands."
He took a step forward, convinced he was dreaming despite every individual sense telling him it was all real. Her pussy, level with his face, winked invitingly just as he reached a small clawed hand forward to run it along her lovely green thigh.
"Well?" she said. "What are you waiting for?" There was no impatience in her tone, just teasing encouragement to continue, and her sly smile was genuine enough to earn a nod from him. With a quick flap of his wings, he was on top of her, balanced with his belly against her raised rump. He clung to her with his hands as he pressed his hips forward, his cock slipping easily inside her. The flames of her tail tickled his face and obscured his vision, but he assumed he was doing the right thing, and he immediately began to pump back and forth quickly.
She laughed.
Spike stopped. "Did I, uh... do something wrong?" he asked.
"As much as I would love to let you breed me, that is reserved for more long-term partnerships. No, the traditional ways of negotiating involve the other hole."
"O-oh."
The small dragon flapped his wings, pulling himself from Tianhuo's warmth, and climbed higher on her until his bent legs rested easily on her rump. He sat astride her, his cock up against her draconic ponut, claws on her lower back, and wings keeping him steady with slow, even flaps. She moved her tail down closer to her back, so it was no longer in his way.
"Like this?" he asked.
"Yes, that is perfect," she replied. Her heart pounded, but she didn't let her voice quaver or her smile break, expertly hiding just how excited she was to take this cutie's virginity. Never had she been mounted by one who could bodily sit on her and fuck her without even being able to reach the ground. And she could sense his own eagerness. His subtle, awkward, anxiety-induced clumsiness. His quick breaths and tensed muscles. His energy, kept restrained out of politeness, that she wanted so badly for him to let out.
He pushed his warm, slick length into her. Her smile deepened.
"Ah... ahhh," he moaned, his voice trembling.
"Very good," she said. "Now, all the way in."
He obliged, adding force to his slow thrust, and as well-lubricated as he was, and as experienced as she was, it fit inside her easily but quite snugly. Spike stopped, just feeling the wet warmth of another surrounding his sensitive dragonhood, loving the moment. It was so different from masturbating. It wasn't even comparable. Some animalistic desire deep within him surged up, surfacing for the first time ever. It was a hunger for more than just making his penis feel good. More than just the pleasing release of an orgasm followed by a nap. There was the powerful longing to share it with a creature other than himself. To share himself with her. Become part of her. Mate her. Breed her.
She didn't say anything. Instead, she simply nodded, and he knew what to do.
With a growl that was mighty to him and cute to her, Spike pulled his hips back until his tip nearly slipped free, then swiftly thrust forward. His inhibitions melted away. Everything about her seemed to reassure him that it was okay to just let himself go, let his body take over and enjoy himself with her. So, he did. His next thrust came immediately, entering fully into her welcoming depths and pulling right back for another. The dazed expression of disbelief that was written on his face soon became a smile and half-lidded eyes as he pumped into her. His head tilted back, his eyes roamed upward, and his mouth hung open. Wet slaps filled the large room as his balls clapped against her dripping, winking pussy.
Seeing the young dragon lose himself to the moment thrilled Tianhuo, and she watched his face closely as she tightened and loosened her well-trained muscles to maximize his pleasure. Tight as he began a thrust, loosen gradually as he slid in, tight again when he pulled out. It quickly became an easy rhythm to maintain, and she could see that his eyes were no longer focused on anything, staring at a distant point, mind hazy with bliss.
"Spike," she said sharply, suddenly tightening enough to hold him in place.
"Ahhuh? Wha? Ah... nnf!"
"Will you agree to convince the dragon lord to become allies with the longma of Huoshan?"
He pulled half-heartedly, but her grip was too tight to escape. Not that he wanted much to escape from her velvety clutches. "Y-yeah, of course," he replied. "Next time I see her."
"No," she said, and squeezed his member with a finely-tuned contraction of strong muscles. He gasped, and she immediately let up, then caressed him with her inner walls, as though milking him. When she spoke next, her voice dripped with honey and venom. "You will arrange a meeting with her as soon as possible, and ensure it is done within the week."
"Mnnh," he moaned, writhing against her as he was pulled toward a climax he wanted more than he could ever remember wanting anything else. "Yes. Yes! I will. I'll do that."
"Mmm, good boy," she said, pleased with herself. "You may continue."
He didn't need to be asked twice.
Spike, near the edge and beyond rational thought, resumed humping at a frenzied pace. Tianhuo disguised a pleased moan as a short, smug snort.
It wasn't long before his face returned to its previous state, jaw open and eyes half-lidded. The overwhelming feeling of it all, the newness of being intimately pleased by this sexy longma, and the sheer amount of stimulation, all gave him the final push he needed. His panting became desperate and needy moans as his orgasm approached. His muscles tightened. His eyes screwed shut. His cock twitched.
Ever the expert, Tianhuo noticed all of this and inwardly begged for his release that she knew was so near. She milked him, kneaded his cock, encouraged it to fill her with his virgin seed. Then, it came. A burst of fire-hot dragon cum, the first she had ever felt from a real dragon. Her pussy contracted, one of a very few involuntary movements from her, and a clear splash of fluid spilled out onto the crystal floor.
As he came, Spike moaned aloud, and his legs gripped the sides of her rump as it drank in the bursts of his essence that he offered. Sticky and thick, it filled her. His natural desire to breed pushed him to cum more than he ever had, and his balls, resting against her twitching labia, emptied themselves into her.
The intense climax drained him both figuratively and literally, and as it slowed to a trickle, he found his arms and wings trembling, too exhausted to keep him balanced. He fell forward, and she was quick to stand up straight so that he wouldn't slide down her back.
"Wuh... wow," he said.
"You performed well." Tianhuo smiled warmly.
"Thanks. You too, I think."
She laughed. "Yes, I have done this before."
She brought him to the map table and helped him onto his throne, plenty big enough for him to lie down on. Feeling particularly motherly, she gave him a small kiss as he looked to be drifting off to sleep. He smiled, but his eyes remained closed.
"Well," she muttered to herself, "better clean up before the Princess returns."
