Author's Note

Kinks: Blowjob, Sexual Healing, Tail Sex, Cunnilingus.

004 - How to break your dragon's barriers

Dig Site had wisely chosen to take the rest of the day out of the house. With an angry dragoness on the loose who was only going to become more mobile over time, he figured the best place to be was ‘anywhere but there’.

Almost unnervingly enough, Gilda had decided to come with him. The griffon was smiling as she trotted happily next to him. For whatever reason, she’d managed to find another choker, and was wearing it almost proudly. She was kinda acting like a schoolfilly.

“Seriously, it’s going to be boring,” Dig Site warned the hen. “Mostly me retracing my steps for the researchers so they can see all the work I did to find the site I did.”

“What, is it wrong that I just want to spend time with you? Because I don’t mind if it’s boring.” Gilda grinned.

“Don’t you have your own job to worry about as well?” the stallion pointed out.

“I go in the evening.” The griffon countered. “I already explained the recent circumstances. He said, and I quote. ‘Yer fine, bout time he got his rocks off.’”

“I’m outnumbered,” Dig Site muttered. “Okay, fine you can come with,” he finally relented. “Just don’t try anything while we’re there.”

“I can be good.” Gilda chirped, fluttering her wings.

“Says the hen that decided to suck me off and leave the dragoness who can’t walk at home in the same morning,” Dig Site deadpanned.

“I left her in bed.” Gilda mumbled.

“With any gems in arm’s reach?” the stallion raised an eyebrow.

“A few…” Gilda looked away.

Dig Site rolled his eyes. “You can stay for an hour,” he allowed. “And then you have to go check on her.”

“Fine….” Gilda groaned.

“...What, were you planning on dragging me off somewhere and doing things to me?” he questioned.

“No! No. No…. Maybe.” Gilda blushed.

“Lewd featherduster,” Dig Site commented as they neared the palace.

Gilda blushed even harder. “Mmmgmmmm...”

“Okay, so let’s do this thing,” Dig Site sighed. “Prepare to be bored.”

The stallion was right. It had been incredibly boring just watching and listening to his adventures. He didn’t get into any fights, he just went to where he thought there would be artifacts and dug them up. Nothing like those Daring Do books Dash liked to read at all. He was all research, account for differences, dig, find or not find, and repeat.

Though...something Gilda did notice about ten minutes in was that he was sitting at a high, not-see-through table. She could probably fit under there and… With a wicked grin she snuck under the table, playfully she nudged his hind hooves.

That was a sound she delighted in hearing, his breath hitching as he hit a higher octave. He’d noticed her.

She giggled softly and she nuzzled up his legs and let a hot breath waft over his balls. His sheath started to fill out as he tried to remain on-topic with whatever he was saying. With every inch it did, Gilda licked at the emerging rod. It wasn’t long before his ebony cock was hard and throbbing, nearly brushing up against the underside of the table.

Gilda decided to do something a little different. She shifted a little and wrapped both her talons around his rod and started to stoke slowly. Mmm...that seemed to work, judging by how hard his cock twitched and how much he started leaking that delicious, salty pre. With each drop, Gilda licked at the tip and got more of his flavor, which only incited his cock to spurt another drop. She wrapped her beak around his flare and swirled her tongue around, starting to jerk slightly faster.

Hmm, he was twitching pretty hard now. He was probably about ready to give her another shot of protein…

She grabbed his balls and lightly squeezed as she pushed her way down his whole shaft. Her choker snapped again as she got her dose of bat seed directly down her gullet, the stallion doing his best to control his reactions above her. Not like she cared at this point. She swallowed over and over, drinking every spurt.

It took a moment, but eventually Gilda noticed that every other pony had left the table except the one she had her mouth wrapped around. “What did you think you were doing?” Dig Site hissed.

She slid off his rod and giggled. “Making the meeting more interesting.” She peeked out from under the table. Yup, all the others had wandered off.

“They’re disseminating one of the journals I found,” he explained. “For all the good it’ll do them, the entries in it were written in code. Why did you feel the need to put my voice through the wringer?”

“For funzies.” The griffon smirked. “What, want payback?”

“I think it’s time you went back and checked on Ember,” Dig Site sighed. What he didn’t say was, before I jump you. As his twitching cock could attest to.

“Oh… fine.” Gilda gumbled, crawling out from under the table. She shook herself. “And I need a new choker… again~” As she started to trot away Dig noted the trail of hen juice dripping off her.

“This is gonna be a loooong meeting,” the stallion muttered, not looking forward to the rest of it to begin with, but especially not now.

Gilda made it inside without much incident. The thought of stallions smelling her excitement made her even more wet. “Ember?” She called out.

“I hate you!” Came a call from upstairs.

“There you are.” Gilda giggled and virtually bounced up the stairs. She found the dragon in Dig’s room, cuddled up into a blanket.

“You’re a bitch.” Ember growled.

“I know.” Gilda walked in and shut the door behind her. “So how are you doing.”

“My legs are shaking, I’m hot and cold all over, and I’m making a puddle on the sheets. What do you think?!” Ember snapped irritably.

Gilda trotted over and hopped onto the bed. “Sounds like last night started something.”

Ember growled and looked away with a blush.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” She asked trotting up and nuzzling the dragon.

“N-No… w-well…” Ember shook her head. “I-it was just s-sex.”

Gilda tugged the blanket off. The dragon didn’t really stop her. “But it was amazing sex.” The griffon crawled closer. “Dig was hot. I was hot.” She chuckled and nuzzled Ember’s blushing cheek. “You were hot.”

“No I wasn’t…” Ember grumbled. “I-I’m not hot…. M’not even a real dragon…”

“Oh?” Gilda lightly grabbed her tail. “This says otherwise.” She gave it a light squeeze.

Ember gave a grunting moan. “J-just leave me i-in my misery.” Was her somewhat half-hearted grunt. “M’not worth it.”

“Don’t say that…” Gilda nuzzled her again, slowly running her talon from the tip to the base of the tail and back, getting a soft moan from the dragon.

“I-I got kicked out for not being d-dragon enough.” Ember refused to meet the griffon’s eyes. “I was a runt… E-eventually dad figured I was just a lost cause. He had other, stronger drakes.” She sniffed.

Gilda used her free arm to pull her into a hug. “Well I think you’re better off.”

“H-how?” Ember muttered with something faintly resembling hope.

Gilda started to lightly stroke and squeeze the tip of Ember’s tail. “Well… You’re smart. Smarter than me, at least. Ponies love smarts. And, I guess I do too.” She chuckled. “Your body’s to die for. I guess I was too pig-headed to see it at first.” She brought the tip up and licked it causing the dragon to shudder. “You’ve got beautiful eyes.”

Ember finally met her eyes. “I-I do?”

Gilda replied by kissing the dragon, who slowly relaxed into the bed. The griffon broke the kiss. “Yes, you do.”

“B-but M’not strong.” Ember tried to protest.

“Compared to ponies, compared to me, you’re a beast.” Gilda nipped Ember’s neck.

Ember bit her lip. “D-don’t… Don’t tell Dig…. I-I wanna tell ‘m. Promise me.”

“Promise.” Gilda nuzzled her cheek again. “Now… Wanna show how strong you are?”

Ember looked at her as the griffon laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Ember’s breath hitched and she slowly crawled over to the griffon.

“Gonna dominate me?” Gilda winked.

“No…” Ember shook her head. “No…” She leaned in and kissed the griffon as a claw dragged down the griffons chest. She felt the griffon’s stomach flex as she neared her prize. Her claws ran over the wet and quivering lips. She pressed between them and the griffon moaned into her mouth. Suddenly, she felt Gilda’s talons squeeze her leg, before trailing up to roughly push into her own needy dragon core. Ember groaned into the griffon’s beak as she pushed her claws deeper into the griffon’s somehow still tight snatch.

An idea struck her. She broke the kiss and pulled away. The griffon beneath her was breathing heavily, her face flushed red and her eyes filled with need. With a whine from the griffon, she slipped her claws out. Ember actually winked at the griffon, then coiled her tail around. Grabbing the tip sent a jolt of electricity up her spine. She squeezed the griffon’s talons inside her as she lined the tip of her tail up with the griffon’s slick pussy.

Gilda’s eyes widened. Ember just smiled and shoved her tail inside the griffon.

Both cried out.

As the tail pushed in, it started to stretch the catbird. The dragon for her part, moved her claws to grip the griffon’s shoulders.

Gilda wrapped her free arms around the dragon’s back and buried her head in Ember’s shoulder. Ember shuddered, having to focus on just pushing her tail. The tip hit something and Gilda yelped.

“Sorry.” Ember said quietly.

“M’good… m’good…..” Gilda squeaked a groan.

Ember nodded and slowly the dragon tugged her tail up until just the tip was inside. Then she pushed in. She tried to remember what Dig had done. That only made her squeeze the griffon’s talons. “More.” Ember grunted.

Gilda nodded and pushed a third talon into Ember, causing a delightful moan to release from the dragon. Gilda slightly tugged her talons out, then pushed back in, matching the dragon’s tail deep inside her. This caused the dragon to shudder as she pulled out faster and slammed back in just as fast.

Ember was starting to lose it. How had she never used her tail like this before? Not even on herself? The shocks from her tail and talons in her made her climax build quickly. If the contractions inside the griffon were any indication, Gilda was close too.

“A-Almost-” Gilda gasped.

Ember yanked her tail out and slapped it against the griffon’s soaked henhood. At the same time Gilda yanked her talons out, spread her lips, and tugged at the dragon’s clit.

Both saw stars. Both their breaths caught in their lungs.

The sheets were suddenly soaked in a mixture of hen and dragoness cum as Ember’s legs gave out and she collapsed onto the griffon.

The only sound in the room for a few minutes was just heavy breathing.

“F-feel... better?” Gilda asked.

“Th-think… Think I’m… g-getting there…” Ember panted. “Th-thanks…”

Well, after the morning excitement, Dig Site managed to get home without anything else happening. The stallion whistled a little tune as he walked through the streets, nodding at ponies in turn. It was a bit of a walk out to his house, but he’d asked for the far house, so he’d deal with it.

Dig Site opened the door and walked in. “I’m home~” he sang. Oddly enough, this was met by silence. That was weird. Where were the girls? They should be here. Well, Ember at least. Gilda he wasn’t sure about. “Girls?” he called out. “Ember, Gilda?”

There came a pair of groans from upstairs.

“Dig….” Came Gilda’s voice. “Yay….”

“We’re… in your room…” There was Ember. “Sorry…”

Did. Did Ember just apologise? After last night, he still expected her to make good on her threats. Still, the stallion crept his way upstairs and peeked into his room from the doorway. The griffon and the dragon were laying next to each other, they actually appear to be cuddling.

“Hi.” They said quietly, both glancing up at the stallion.

“I...see you’ve gotten along well,” Dig Site said carefully. He didn’t see any reason for the dragon to apologize.

“Yeah…” The griffon smiled.
“Though we kinda messed your sheets up… again….” Ember actually blushed.

“Ah.” Well that would explain the scent. “Well it’s fine. I’ve got the other set back from being washed, so I can just change them.” Dig Site carefully walked into the room and yup, that was even more potent scents of griffon and dragoness.

“Oh… good.” Ember looked away.

“She was feeling kinda down.” Gilda explained. “I helped. But she might need an injection of stallion seed to properly start feeling better.”

Ember blushed, pouted, and didn’t meet either of their eyes. Yep. Shy Ember was adorable.

“Tell you what, I’ll consider it,” Dig Site joked. “But I think its about time for some griffons to go to work.”

“Awwww….shit…” Gilda groaned and rolled off the bed. She stretched like a cat and fluttered her wings. “Right. Think I should rinse off or should I just head to work smelling like dragon?”

“Dragon might make them more intimidated.” Ember said quietly.

“Tell them you laid low a mighty dragon, what hope do they have of intimidating you?” Dig Site joked.

“Fuck Yeah!” Gilda puffed out her chest and strutted out of the room with a grin. Not long after the sound of the front door could be heard.

Dig Site shook his head and turned back to Ember. “So...are you doing okay?” he asked the dragoness. “I remember something about somedragon saying they were going to tear me to shreds earlier this morning.”

“M’okay…” The dragon mumbled. “M’sorry.”

“Aww...I can’t stay mad at you,” Dig Site cooed, crawling up onto the bed and nuzzling the dragoness.

“Th-thank you D-dig…” She started to sniffle. “I-I don’ deserve it…”

“C’mere,” the stallion said, sitting up and helping her sit up as well. Then the stallion cuddled the dragoness, keeping her scales close to his fur and letting her lean on him.

“‘M a b-bad d-dragon…” Ember mumbled.

“Who told you that?” Dig Site questioned. “Cuz they’re wrong. You’re a pretty, smart, gorgeous dragoness, and whoever attacked you back near the Dragonlands deserves to have their own head shoved up their ass until they can see what they ate for breakfast.”

“Th-think… Think you could do that to m’ dad o-or brothers?” Ember asked softly.

“...Wasn’t your dad the really big one?” Dig Site posed.

“Y-yeah. M’ a runt…” The dragon sniffled again.

“Hey, runts can grow up into being something beautiful as well,” the stallion cooed, looping his forelegs around her back. “They just need specialized care and understanding.”

“Dragons… don’ really do care an understanding.” She nuzzled her face into his chest fluff.

“Ponies do~” Dig Site sang as he kissed the top of Ember’s head.

Ember actually giggled.

“There we go!” Dig Site smiled. “Who’s my adorable sapphire scaly friend~”

He could feel her face flushing. “Meh…” She said into his fluff.

Dig Site slowly laid Ember down on the bed and crawled up her body, ending up with his muzzle nearly booping her snout. “Who’s a pretty, gorgeous dragoness that honors me with her friendship?~” he cooed.

She slowly met his eyes. “M-me…”

Dig Site sighed and just laid atop the dragoness, idly running a hoof in circles on her chest scales. “See, was that so hard?” he questioned. “Just gotta be more positive about yourself.”

“No…” She shook her head. “C-can you help me?”

“Hmm...maybe,” Dig Site mused. “Don’t move,” he told the dragoness, before crawling off of her and flipping her over. Now he was laying to her side, whispering in her ear and-

That was his hoof stroking her tail. “Who’s a pretty girl~” he cooed.

She shuddered. “M-me....”

“Who’s a smart, beautiful dragoness~” Stroke, stroke, stroke.

She started to squirm. “Mmmm- Me…”

Dig Site hugged her with his free hoof while his other one kept stroking her tail. “Who needs to stop beating themselves up because their father was an idiot?”

She sniffled, flexing her claws as she continued to squirm under him. “Me.”

“And can you guess who is the sexiest dragoness I’ve ever met?” Dig Site questioned Ember, lightly tugging on her tail now.

She jumped at the tug. “Ah!- Me!”

Dig Site smiled at that. “There, see? You already know the truth, you just need a little…” He tugged her tail again, “reminder to keep it fresh in your brain.”

“I-I get it…” Ember nodded, chewing her lip.

“Well, I guess my work here is done,” Dig Site said, letting go of Ember’s tail. “A happy dragoness is one that’s not breaking things, after all.” He made to get off the bed and walk away…

Ember blinked. Then snorted. She rolled off the bed and wrapped her arms around his barrel. Then she leaned back and virtually suplexed him back onto the bed. She leapt on after him, looming over him, her dragonesshood not far from his face. “You’re gonna finish what you started lovercolt.”

...Okay then. Well...he could deal with this.

Dig Site’s forehooves hooked around Ember’s hips and brought her down so that her pussy met his muzzle fully. And then he introduced the dragoness to the wonders of a thestral tongue.

It was long and whip-like, but with the proper control, which he was not lacking, he could probably make her think that she was an idiot to not have demanded this sooner. His tongue shot to the back of her tunnel in a flash, before it started fucking corkscrewing inside of her. It hit everywhere, including spots she wasn’t aware were sensitive!

Ember gasped for air as her breath continued to hitch with every new sensation. She grabbed his head and roughly bucked her hips into his muzzle. “Oh- my- Anu- Fuck- Yes!-”

Hmm. Well, his grasp on Draconic wasn’t rusty, so maybe he could try out a game?...

If Ember were paying attention, she would notice that the tongue inside of her was tracing out patterns. If she were really clever, she would be able to figure out that they were writing out letters in Draconic. And from there, it wasn’t hard to figure out that Dig was writing out her name inside of her.

Her eyes started to widen. Without actually saying anything Dig was moaning her name with his tongue. Her tunnel walls clenched at the thought, as she ground her hips into his face.

Wait...what he was writing was changing now…

Beautiful
Gorgeous
Intelligent
Sexy

He paused for a moment to let her take it all in.

Suddenly she jerked away, panting as her pussy dripped onto his chest. “Do you mean all that?” She gasped.

“I speak nothing but the truth,” the stallion said once he’d slurped his tongue back into his mouth. Mmm, she tasted spicy, like fire, and sweet, like sugar.

Ember lowered herself, propping herself up on her knees and dragged herself back to grind her soaked pussy against his sheath. She pushed a claw into his chest, then leaned forward and kissed him as she continued to grind against him.

Mmmph! Well, if she was still interested in him...and still interested in being on top, then who was he to judge? He just hoped she didn’t break him.

She continued to grind, sliding up his shaft as it started to protrude. She had to break the kiss with a gasp as her slick lower lips kissed his flared head. She met his eyes and spread her lips wide with a claw.

Dig Site was being a good stallion and holding himself still, even if he did so desperately want to buck upwards and sink himself into the dragoness. If she wanted control, she could have it.

Ember bit her lip, liking watching the stallion shake as he tried to control himself. She took a breath and wrapped a claw around his shaft, she felt him jump as she did. She made sure he was properly lined up then slowly sank down onto his shaft. “Oh… Yes….”

The feeling of her warmth, hotter than any other, slowly slid down his shaft. It was a contradiction in and of itself. It was so hot that Dig Site thought he would cook, but also wet and slick enough to help her slide down his whole shaft. The stallion let out a groan as she hilted herself on him.

She groaned, noticing the flare bulging out of her stomach. With a breathy growl she pressed a claw into that bulge. She hissed a breath in as she did, his shaft twitched inside her. The twin groan of the stallion as he laid there, completely at her mercy with his shaft filling and stretching her...it was invigorating. She didn’t pull up, she only barely moved. With a lusty grunt she started to rock her hips against his, slowly tensing and untensing her walls around him.

“We going...slow today?” Dig Site managed to ask through his haze of lust.

“Got… a problem with that?” She groaned, grinning toothily. She leaned in as she rocked her hips, lightly nipping an ear. That got him to groan again.

“Just thought...you wouldn’t want to again after last night,” Dig Site managed to get out.

“Last night got rough and fevered.” Ember groaned into his ear as she nipped his jawline. She made sure to give him an almost teasing squeeze with her walls.

“F-fair point,” the stallion groaned, his shaft constantly twitching and leaking inside of her. “Bu-but if you take too long, we’ll miss dinner.”

She grunted. “Mmmm fine…” She rose up to his medial ring and dropped back down. However it had the unintended effect of jolting her, widening her eyes as he slammed into her barrier. “Gah!” She pulled up and dropped again. “Ah!” And again. “F-fuck!” Each rise and fall only seemed to make her want to go faster. She started to drool as her claws gripped his shoulders.

“Th-That’s a bit fast for-” Dig tried to point out. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it, but if she kept going at this pace…

She roared as she gave one final slam onto his hips. Her walls squeezed around him like a vice as his hips were spraying in dragoness cum. Her walls contracted and rippled almost demanding his seed.

Something she got, as his shaft gave one last, mighty jerk, before it started injecting the dragoness with his load right up against her womb. The thick seed bubbled up to the barrier and demanded entrance. Which was granted as the dragon’s belly grew until white seed spurted from her nearly corked entrance.

Ember gave shuddered, gasping breaths as she leaned back. She had the happiest of smiles on her face. Then she slumped forward and landed on the stallion beneath her. “This time….” She croaked into his ear. “I won’t mind not being able to walk… W-worth it….”

Huh. Did that mean she couldn’t, now, or wanted him to make her unable?

...Either way, Dig Site was happy to oblige~

“Take me…” She whispered, nipping his ear. “Now, while I’m sensitive.” She breathed. “Fuck me senseless….”

“Yes’m,” Dig Site nodded.

Gilda got home and, on walking in, she knew what had happened. With a grin she walked upstairs and peeked into Dig’s… their room. Ember’s ass was in the air, cum dripped from her pussy and splattered onto the sheets. The dragon had a glassy, I’ve had my brains fucked out look on her face. Dig, for his part was lying next to her, breathing heavily.

“So… I take it everything went well?” Gilda asked.

“I’m...tapped out,” Dig Site said, waving a hoof like it was a flag of surrender. “She wanted me to break her.”

“I thought you might be. So!” Gilda retrieved a potion from her back. “Just in case. I got you something. You get it on one condition. Pick a room in the house.”

“Whyyyy?” Dig managed to roll so that he was looking at the catbird.

“So you can fuck me in it.” The griffon grinned. “What, you’ve never dreamed of pounding a mare in the shower, or on the kitchen table?”

“I don’t got any energy for that,” the batpony groaned, flopping back to lay flat on the bed.

Gilda trotted over. “Awww… Want some pep back in your step?” She shook the potion over him.

“Just let me die, I can’t keep up with you both,” the stallion moaned.

The griffon’s smile softened. “Yeah…. You may be right…” She stuck the potion back in her bag. “Want some dinner?”

“That sounds like a fuckin’ amazing idea,” Dig Site agreed. “...Might have to carry me,” he admitted.

Gilda giggled and lowered herself. “Climb on your mighty steed. After I drop you off, I’ll get Ember cleaned up, then I’ll make dinner. How’s that sound?”

“Gilda, marry me,” Dig Site said honestly.

She blinked. “You joking?”

“Nope,” the stallion said honestly. “You, me, and scale-ass makes three. We’ll make it a herd and spend all day in the home fucking my brains out.”

Gilda blushed furiously. “A-and what do you think about chicks, foals, whelps, eh… children?”

“They’re adorable,” the stallion answered without missing a beat. “My mom would be happy for grandfoals to spoil.”

“Well... “ He feathers puffed up as she smiled, still blushing. “I-I w-will… Y-yeah.... I’ll marry you.”

“Great!” Dig smiled. “Now let’s get the house somewhat sane again, yeah? Give me like...half an hour to get my strength back, and I’ll help out around the place. For now…” He shuffled onto her back and hugged her around the neck. “To the dinner table!”

Gilda trotted out of the room. “Don’t be surprised if I throw wedding ideas at you.”