Fuckhouse of Horror II: The Fuckening

You like to think that you're a pretty good knight, all things considered.

You fought your share of battles, defended the innocent, slain evil in the name of righteous justice, the whole shebang. A hero to all of the land, you're willing to stand up to any and all challenges. You fight not for wealth, fame, or glory (although those are a nice bonus). No, you battle to protect the weak, defend the honour of your kingdom. You happily face down any and all evils, fearlessly and with distinction.

Except dragons, obviously. You don't fuck with dragons.

Not that any one can blame you. Of all the beasts, all the wicked evils in the land, there was no creature more vile, vicious, and feared than the ancient dragons. You've managed to avoid battle with those damned beasts for years, traveling from town to town to dodge them whenever rumors came in that one was in the area. You thought you had it made when you made it to Canterlot, a relatively large village and the capital of the kingdom. Despite the ferocity of dragonkind, they knew which fights to take and which to avoid. Surely no dragon would dare take up a home nearby the most defended, fortified city in the land.

Judging by the fact that you were currently approaching a massive cave, decorated with the charred skeletons of past victims, you were very wrong in your assessment.

"Well, you had a good run, Anon," you sigh to yourself, your sword clutched tightly in your steel mitt. "We all gotta die somehow. Might as well be by the claw of the meanest bastards to walk the face of the planet."

You're not super sure if that reasoning makes any sense, but you're already here, so you just focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Beneath your wholly justified fear, you can feel your warrior's spirit bubbling to life. You may be preparing to face certain death, but you'd be damned if you'll go down without a fight. If that big scaly whoreson thinks you're gonna be an easy meal, then it's as dumb as it is ugly.

"Who dares step foot in my den?!"

That sudden shot of courage wavers a bit, but you get it back in gear before long. You knew this would happen. You knew the beast would be loud and angry, although you weren't expecting a female. Just your luck, too; dragonesses were known to be more ferocious and territorial than their males. Looks like you've got your work cut out for you.

"Have at thee, bitch!" You stroll into the cave proper, slapping your shield firmly with the flat of your broadsword. "You've made a big mistake by shacking up in my village!"

You don't even have a chance to look around for the beast before you feel a claw wrap around your throat, yanking you up into the air. You let out a yelp as you crashed against the wall, the feel of heat against your neck. Though you're scared out of your wits, you dare to look your potential slayer in the eye. Strangely, the beast had taken on a humanoid appearance. You knew this to be possible, but it wasn't often that a dragon older than a hatchling employed such a juvenile form of magic. Her scaly body is a soft, faint pink color, contrasting starkly with the bold violet that makes up much of her pigtailed hair, the darker color streaked with bright green. Her sharp, beaked snout sports row after row of razor-sharp, dagger-like teeth, and her nostrils produce thick plumes of acrid smoke into your face.

Most distractingly, though, she has a pretty rocking set of tits, which you don't think is biologically accurate.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she snarls, squeezing your throat a bit tighter. "And, follow-up question, why should I let you leave her alive?"

"Hi, I'm Anon. Ser Anon, actually," you say, hoping to distract her for long enough to find a way to swing your sword and cut her in half. "I’m a knight, in case you hadn’t noticed. As for your second question… I dunno, but it'd be rad if you did."

"I knew you humans were idiots, but what type of fucking moron stomps their way into a dragoness' lair alone?" You can feel her press harder against your throat, threatening to crush your windpipe. "I oughta kill you just for showing your face in my cave!"

"H-hey, let's not get hasty… I think we got off on the wrong foot," you wheeze, trying to no avail to pry her hand free of your throat. "May we start over, Madame…"

"Aria the Blazing, Scourge of the Black Sea," growls the dragon. "The Bane of Mankind, The Land Razer, The—"

"Yeah, I'm gonna pass out from lack of oxygen if you keep going, so I'm just gonna call you Aria…" She leers at you for a moment before finally tossing you to the ground. You hit the earth with a clank and a thud, the little air in your lungs forced out by the impact. "Thanks…"

"Whatever. What the hell do you even want, Ser Douchebag?" grumbles Aria, fluttering down to the ground.

"Well, for one, I was gonna ask you to maybe stop eating my townsfolk." You scramble to your feet, hand loosely gripped around the hilt of your blade. "Seriously, that's not cool. If you were to knock it off, that’d be swell."

"Dude, I haven't eaten anything in days. I had like two goats last week, that's plenty for me on this form." Aria stalks away, falling back on a large pile of gold, hay, and various pieces of battle accoutrement: a classic dragon hoard. "Last thing I need to deal with is a bunch of bullshit militia tracking me down because I ate some dude's wife or whatever."

"Then what's the deal with all the skeletons out front?" you ask. She turns over to face you, and it's clear that she would very dearly like to slap you in the face if she could be bothered to get back up.

"How stupid can you be? I've been here for, what? Two weeks? Maybe three?" she asks, very much rhetorically. She snorts out a tiny cloud of smoke from her nose before rolling over on her hoard and showing you her back. "You know how long it takes for a corpse to decay all the way to the bone? Besides, even if I was here long enough, dragons eat their prey whole. There wouldn't be any skeletons left to be out front, piss-for-brains."

"Oh. Fair point, I guess," you say, scratching the back of your head sheepishly. "Well, uh… Well, shit, this is embarrassing…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a dumbass. Whatever. Just do us both a favor and fuck off, will ya?” You’re surprised by how easily she’s letting you off the hook. She doesn’t even seem angry, the default state of a dragon. At most, she just sounds slightly irked. You watch her for a bit, her wings twitching restlessly behind her, her thick, heavy tail swinging up and then thudding against the earth the way a human might tap their foot while waiting in a queue. She rolls over again, glaring at you with her bold, piercing violet eyes. “What the hell are you still doing here, idiot? Do you want to fight an angry dragoness or something? Cause, if you do, there’s gotta be easier ways to kill yourself.”

“Can’t really go back yet. I’ve only been gone like an hour,” you explain with a shrug. You drop down to a seated position a few feet from Aria, which visibly annoys her. “If I head back to Canterlot now, everyone will assume I pussied out. So, if it’s all the same to you, I’m gonna hang out here for a while. I promise, you won’t even notice I’m here.”

“Ugh. Fine. You’re lucky I’m too tired to get up and kick your narrow ass for bugging me in the first place,” growls Aria. She traces your gaze, which is understandably being drawn to her ample, if unnatural and implausible, breasts, and she gives you a glare fiery enough to turn souls to ash. “What are you staring at, fuckwit?”

“Well, dragons don’t typically have tits, do they?” you ask, eyebrow cocked. Her gaze narrows at you, and so you decide to amend your statement. “Don’t get me wrong, they’re great tits. It’s just… Why do you have them at all?”

“I can’t believe I’m having this fucking conversation with a stupid human…” Aria sits up, crossing her arms over her chest so as to obscure her sizable tits from your greedy view. “Dragons have three stages of maturity. Hatchling, then drake, then ancient. Right now, I’m at drake, which is why I look like this.”

“I thought you guys could just use magic to look like that whenever.”

“Yeah, and you’re clearly a moron. It don’t work like that, okay? Hatchlings sometimes fake a molting to make themselves look bigger and scarier, but it’s a bad idea in the long run. Makes it harder for you to actually molt later on.”

“Molt?” you ask curiously.

“You don’t know shit, do you?”

“Yeah, well, dragons aren’t exactly frothing at the mouth to tell us humans about themselves.” You’re starting to get a bit annoyed, but only once you were able to confirm that she wouldn’t kill you. “You guys are kinda assholes.” To your surprise, Aria actually chuckles, giving you a little shrug.

“Fair enough. Molting is a thing that we do. As we mature, our magic gets too big for our bodies, so we burn them away for bigger ones,” explains Aria. “Right now, I’m stuck as a drake, and I can’t seem to molt no matter how hard I try.” She sighs, grabbing up a random hunk of metal to chew on. “I should’ve known this would happen…”

“Is this a common thing?” you ask, Aria shugs noncommittally.

“Eh… I’ve seen it happen. The other dragonesses with this problem said they sort of jumpstarted their molting by mating, but there’s no males around…” Aria pauses, letting her scrap metal fall from her maw as her eyes lock onto yours. “Hey… You’re not doing anything, are you?”

“Uh… No?” you say nervously. You grip your sword tightly, although you’re not sure if you could bring yourself to draw it. “I don’t like the way you’re looking at me. What are you—Oof!”

Before you can even get your sentence out, she’s on you, pinning you down by the the shoulders. She’s grinning sinisterly, almost hungrily, and you’re suddenly far more terrified than you were to start with. You weakly protest, not getting much out before she rips your chestplate off of your body, tossing your ruined armor aside.

“Hey, that cost me like 300 coins!” you complain. “They don’t make armor like that anymore!”

“Shut up, idiot. If you do well enough, you can take some of my gold to buy a new set,” says Aria. She considers things for a moment, letting out a curious hum. “Now that I think about it, why the hell did I even steal all this gold in the first place? Not like I can spend it on anything…”

“Wait wait wait, let’s back up a bit…” You fruitlessly try to scramble from beneath Aria’s powerful, imposing form, with minimal success. “If I do well enough? What the hell does that mean?”

“Like I said, some dragonesses say that a good fuck is enough to spark our magic enough that we can molt. So…” Aria grabs your trousers and rips them off of you, much like she had with your chestplate. She looks down at your “spear” and raises a brow at you. “Really? That’s it?”

“Hey, I’m a grower!”

“Well? Grow. Now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just tend to have a hard time getting it up when a massive fucking dragon has me pinned down!” you snap. Ever so slightly, Aria relaxes her grasp, giving you enough room to at least breathe. “Thank you. Now, if you really wanna do this, then I’m gonna need you to bring the energy down a bit. I’m still not entirely convinced that you’re not gonna eat me.”

“Depends on how much you grow,” she remarks. She snorts a little cloud of smoke, shimmying down the length of your body, stopping when her snout was just a scant few inches away from your junk. Her hot, steamy breath curls around your body, making your every hair stand on end. “Don’t get any ideas, human. I’m only doing this so we can get this over with. It does not mean I like you all of a sudden.”

After giving you a leer, just to put you even further on edge, Aria opens her maw and lets her long, thin forked tongue slide out of her mouth. You marvel at its length, and the way that Aria seems able to manipulate it with such freedom and precision. She brings the forked appendage to your flesh, giving your cock a slow, teasing lick. Her tongue slides up and down your length, coaxing it to attention with the hot, wet, velvety feeling of a tongue you could only describe as “magical”.

“There.” Aria slides her tongue away, giving your newly hard cock a brief inspection. “Hm. I guess that will have to do. You’re no dragon, but you should do the trick.” Without waiting for your input, Aria slides up your body and straddles you, grinding her soft, hot cunt against your cock. “Just don’t cum too quick, or you’ll really piss me off.”

“I can go, dragon,” you say, that warrior spirit of yours rearing its head once more. “Do your worst.” Aria rocks her hips gently, the lips of her pussy sliding up and down your length and getting you nice and slick with her juices before she finally rises up, guiding your tip to her hole.

“You asked for it, human.”

And, on that note, she drops down, impaling herself in your dick. She lets out a noise that’s closer to a grunt than a moan, and quickly gets to work; she bounces herself up and down on your shaft, rocking her hips forward as she rides you to get you as deep as humanly (or draconically, you suppose?) possible.

“Holy shit…” you groan, much to the dragoness’ amusement. She clearly knows how good she must feel, and she flaunts this power over you by working your cock for everything she’s got. She’s so tight, softer than you would imagine a dragon to be, and, most excitingly, she’s hot, her insides much warmer and more inviting than any human woman you’ve ever bedded.

“What’s the matter, tough guy? I thought you said you could go!” Aria slams her hips down, laughing at the way your breath hitches. “You better not be planning on cumming already, human. I’m not even close to done with you!”

“P-please… If you think that’s enough to beat me, you’re dumber than I thought!” To your surprise, you can feel Aria quiver, a noise more resembling a proper moan leaving her snout. You grin slightly, finally seeing a chink in her armor, a crack in her facade; for all of her tough talk, it seemed to you as though she likes a bit of fire from her mate.

You reach up and clasp your hands to her wide hips with an audible smack, earning a surprised yelp from the dragoness. Her eyes flare with fury for a fraction of a second, until you pull her down and begin to piston your hips, drilling her pussy as aggressively as she had been riding you earlier. Aria nearly falls forward, only just managing to steady herself with her claws against your chest. You grip her tighter, feeling her claws sink slightly into your flesh as she does the same, and you pound her harder, rougher than before.

“F-fuck…” Aria moans, much to your satisfaction, and now it seems as though she might be the one to finish early. Funny how these things work. “You’re not b-bad… For a human, I mean. If you were a dragon, now, that would be—Unf!”

As she speaks, you decide now was your chance; You push Aria forward, knocking her flat on her back. Before she can do so much as move, you scramble up and grab her, tossing her over onto her belly and grabbing her firmly by the hips. You tug her tail out of the way and ram your whole length into her hot, wanty pussy, earning yourself another moan from the proud dragoness.

“Who the fuck do you—Oh, fuck…” You grab hold of Aria by the tail and give it a firm yank, bottoming out inside of her and effectively putting a pause on her sentence. “Who the fuck do you think you are?! Let go of my tail! Find something else to pull on, asshole!” You release her tail, a devious grin spreading to your lips as your hands reach forward to grab at her long, silky pigtails, gripping them firmly.

“You asked for it, dragon,” you say, in the same mocking tone that she used on you earlier. Before Aria has a chance to process what you said, you yank on her hair as hard as you can, arching the dragoness’ back and causing her to howl with pleasure. Her claws dig into the dirt, which was fortunate because you had a suspicion that they would otherwise be digging into your throat. You can feel Aria’s hot, delicious tunnel quiver and spasm, and it was clear that she was reaching her limit. Never one to keep a lady waiting (that wouldn’t be very chivalrous of you, after all), you decide to give her all you’ve got.

With one more good, hard tug of Aria’s hair, you piston your hips, reaching deeper than the dragon thought possible of a human. Too horny to be concerned with her pride, Aria lets out an unfettered moan, begging for more. You can feel the heat building inside her, growing to be almost painful in its temperature, but the pain is nothing compared to just how good it feels to truly dominate a dragon.

You let out a grunt as you reach your limit, your cock finally spewing your load and painting the dragoness’ insides. Aria squeals, her pussy milking you for your every last drop as she came. Her body grows hotter, a faint light wrapping around her and glowing brighter. You release your grasp on Aria’s hair, scrambling back as the heat grew to be too much for you to handle. There’s a hissing sound, like water turning to steam, and the light blooms brighter until it threatens to blind you. Just as you determine that it could get no brighter, the light flashes brightly, and begins to fade. When you can finally see again, your jaw drops at what’s waiting for you.

She now towers above you, even when laying down on her belly with her four massive legs curled beneath her. The scales on her back and shoulders had grown into a large, jagged, purple-ish pink crest. Her wings are now each the size of a ship’s sails, and she slowly flapped them for a bit before curling them up against her back. Now, she’s truly what you imagine when you think of an ancient dragon.

“Not bad, human.” Aria speaks directly into your head, without needing to communicate verbally now that she was at her full potential. “I’ve had worse. But if you pull my hair again, you’re dead.”

“Yeah… Well, we good?” you ask. Aria tilts her massive head for a moment and then gives you a slow nod. “Awesome. Well, it’s been fun, but I should start heading home, so I’m just gonna—”

Aria moves far quicker than one would expect from a beast of her size, her claw darting forward and plucking from the ground like a flower. Your heart stops as Aria brings you up to her face, giving you a glare that threatened to bore through your very being. As you get your last words in order, Aria instead pulls you to her chest, rolling over onto her side and clutching you close.

“You’re not going anywhere, human. Molting took a lot out of me, and I need some rest,” she says, letting out a sizable plume of flame from her nose. “You’re gonna stay here and sleep with me.”

“Are you… Are you asking me to cuddle?”

“It’s either that or you become my next snack. Your call.”

“Hope you don’t mind being big spoon!” you say, relaxing entirely within Aria’s grasp. She chuckles in your head, although it’s unclear if her amusement is out of scorn or admiration. You like to imagine it’s the latter. “So… What now?”

“Go to sleep, Ser Dumbass. I’ll pay you back for the armor in the morning.”

“Heh. The townsfolk hired me to slay the dragon.” You squirm a bit, getting comfortable for what was sure to be a long night (and, your gut feeling said, an even longer morning). “If I get back and say that I actually laid the dragon… I could charge them double.”

“Idiot. I was a good enough fuck that you could charge triple.” You chuckle, shaking your head at the strange turn of events. By all accounts, this little adventure of yours should have been your last. Judging by the look of things, it would be the first of many adventures involving the fearsome Aria the Blazing, and you didn't mind that at all.

Maybe you should fuck with dragons more often.