It had been so long since she felt she could allow herself to finally and fully exhale. The journey she and Spindrift had made seemed like it had taken months, yet it had probably just been a few weeks. The feeling of time had somewhat lost her.
Now, finally back in Equestria - even though it was not back at the bookstore with her foster parents - she felt more at home. Princess Twilight Sparkle had been so generous to offer them a room at her castle.
The past few days had been a confusing mishmash of feelings. A stressful confrontation, and awkward conversation, a revelation that still made her ponder on who and what she was, and the journey to Ponyville that was both comparatively boring yet new.
Ember Glow had indeed found what she had been originally out to search for - a family. She had found out more about what she was - what kind of unusual hybrid between unicorn and dragon, and who her parents were. Though not quite in the way she had made it out to be.
Ember was sitting on a large cloud bed beside her mate Spindrift in a spacious crystal room. It was spartanly furnished and felt airy, the big balcony doors being wide open to let in both an enjoyable breeze as well as a view in the direction of the center of Ponyville. The village had grown somewhat she had been told, but the noises of activity were comfortably faint - a background.
The feeling of sitting on clouds was novel, even if they were carefully spelled and formed. Just before, she had experimented with a setting on its framing that controlled how soft or rigid the clouds were. She had opted for a comfortable medium edging towards rigid.
Almost all the furniture was carefully placed out of the way or in small alcoves. Except for a table with two sitting pillow-mats in the approximate center of the spaciously feeling room. The only thing on it was a faintly glowing crystal.
She could still feel a faint blush on her cheeks in reaction to Twilight's answer to Amber's inquiry on its function. It was a birth control preventing conception whenever it was active and glowing, as it was now.
"Thank you, Spindrift, for accompanying me, even now that we are in a world foreign to you. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for bringing me back. Thank you for helping me find my family. Thank you for starting a new one with me by being my mate."
Spindrift nudged closer against Ember, their bodies touching at their flanks. The feeling of the body contact and the ensuing wing he laid over her shoulder made her body shiver in delightful tingles.
"It only feels natural, my dear. We are both between worlds, after all. As you accompany me in mine, I do you in yours."
She looked up into his eyes, dreamily watching the curves and expression on his muzzle.
"I love you, big dragon."
Ember stretched her hind legs, sliding up along his larger and more powerful body, steadying herself by pressing her forehooves against the top of his shoulder. He had to lean slightly into her body to compensate for the added weight.
Craning her neck up, she pressed her muzzle against his, opening her mouth to envelop him into a greedy kiss.
He returned it, but in a much more measured manner, soon turning his head down to press against her head causing their foreheads to meet and the kiss to break.
"Hold your horses, my beloved." He smiled, nonetheless.
The dragon-pony blushed, turning her eyes elsewhere in shame. Her entire head soon followed, and she looked around the room awkwardly. Her gaze finally came to rest on the comfortingly gleaming crystal.
Spindrift noticed, and she picked up on it.
The features of her face sagged. She almost seemed sad now, and certainly unsure.
"Still remembering your first experience with intercourse, are you?"
She nodded meekly and had to hold back a tear.
Spindrift embraced her and held her in her paws, shielding her from the world by covering her body with his wings.
"I am certain it can be pleasurable this time. You heard what Twilight found out about your body. Now that your draconic half has changed to what it should have been in the first place and is more in harmony with the pony half, your issues have been fixed."
She cuddled her head against his chest and made a nodding motion, her muzzle turning into a smile.
"I want you, Ember Glow. You are beautiful and sexy, and I am sure I'm not the only one to think so. You arouse me. You are cute in a way that feels right to me. Sometimes awkward, sometimes sure. I like all of it."
She purred and started nibbling at his neck both to hold herself to him, to make him hers and finally to show him she had heard and what it was doing to the draconic mare, her arousal becoming evident as he took in air through the nostrils.
"Let me take care of you. You'll have your chance in doing likewise."
Spindrift pushed her down, laying her on her back, the cloudy mattress supporting her comfortably.
"Don't think." he soothed. "Let yourself go."
She looked up into his face lovingly and with a smile as he leaned over her, his paws carefully pressing her down, holding her, making her feel belong.
With desire, she stretched out her hind legs, exposing her slit. They almost but not quite reached around his hips as she strained to wrap herself around his midsection. Her features showed want. To pull him close to her body. Onto her.
"Steady yourself, my cute little pony. Nothing needs forcing."
He held her at her shoulders. Possessively, assuringly, in a soft yet sure grip.
"Show me your human side."
She complied, trusting his intentions. Over the last few weeks, she had become more and more accustomed to this other expression of her form. At first, it had felt foreign and uncomfortable, like a glove that did not quite fit and itched to be taken off. That had changed since then and she had learned to appreciate certain aspects of it.
Her form rippled. The overall size stayed approximately the same. It was a bit more skinny and longer in some parts, and more rounded in others. The fur vanished except on her still equine ears. Her hair remained somewhat mane-like, as did her tail.
Spindrift lay down beside her, along her body, so close that their bodies touched at her shoulder and hips. Then he started stroking a taloned paw over her now smooth furless body, starting at her shoulder and upper arms.
"Close your eyes and focus on your sexy smooth body. Feel the strokes."
She nodded and closed her eyes.
He stroked along her side, starting at the ribcage then continued to the belly and finishing at her thighs and her cutie mark. He repeated this, each time a bit lower, until, at the end, he covered her buttock with his whole paw.
Ember scrunched her face with the intensity of the feeling.
Now using just one talon the dragon traced around a nipple.
Her mouth opened.
He switched to the other breast and then used the flat of his paw to touch a larger area of her skin in a rotating motion.
She moaned as he grabbed a whole breast, kneading the flesh.
"Yes, just relax." Spindrift hushed.
Ember's legs now lay slumped together. He grabbed one of them and pulled it to the side, opening her up. He stroked along her inner thigh, starting at the middle and followed down to her knee. Each new stroke started higher until he reached her crotch.
With that, he switched, holding her thigh with the other paw from outside and below her leg, guiding his other hand to her snatch.
Before he fully went there, however, he watched her face with each stroke.
She saw that she tried to relax and to an extent, it worked, but something was not quite right. He did not know how he knew or what exactly was wrong, just that going on as he planned was not right.
"Be honest, Ember. How do you feel?"
At first, she did not answer and her slightly muzzle-like mouth scrunched up and quivered.
"I like your touches. They feel good. But... something is missing. You are doing so much right, Spin, and my fantasies included much of what you just did. But something is holding me back, and I can't let go.
Maybe I'm just after some elusive dream that can never be a reality. Something so romantic and sensual, yet energetic in the end. Something I was eased into and all the tension and anxiety is lost. It might not be for me."
She raised a hand while looking straight up, having difficulty looking him in the eyes, yet searched for him with a touch, anyway. Ember found him, and grabbed his paw in her hand, holding onto it tightly.
Spindrift changed his stance and knelt beside her, maintaining contact by continuing to hold their limbs. He was patient, almost like a servant - but that was lost to him and she was sure if she brought it to his attention he, as a dragon, would not be happy about it. Yet, he was there.
"But my touch did something to you?" He asked, hoping for both a confirmation as well as an elaboration. The soft tone of his question allowed her to pick up on some of it.
"Yes. My body tingled, especially at my hips, but not so much with my breasts. I'm disappointed, actually. I remember once where our foreplay went just as far, but then my body tingled much more and my arousal was stronger."
"Maybe this situation just puts you on the spot too much?"
His voice was still gentle but had more bass to it now. Like he was teasing her, seducing her. Yet she just knew he meant what he said earnestly.
"Maybe it is telling you..." - his voice went deeper still, and a bit melodramatic, even taunting - "'This is it, you may now have sex. You are mated. Whatever reasons that kept you from doing IT until now are no more. Just do it right.'"
He paused, letting that sink in.
"Ember..." - he emphasized her name - "There are no expectations you need to live up to, even though it feels like that to you."
Then he embraced her and pulled her towards him while laying down on his side and their bodies pressed against each other. Both immediately felt warmer as their bodies made contact.
He gave her a chaste kiss on the nose.
"Just play with me, alright?"
Ember found the courage to look into his eyes. She nodded, but still rather shyly.
"Maybe we need to be more straightforward?" She almost whispered. But it was more like she urged for it, even though she would not like to admit that.
"Are you asking me to be?" Spindrift inquired.
She just nodded with two short twitches of her head.
"Sit up on all fours." He commanded with a stronger voice. "Show me your flanks."
She complied and raised her bottom into the air. In the meantime, he sat up as well, cross-legged. He gave her a few more strokes with a hand. This time they were not to tease but to reaffirm he had her and was with her. Then he put the fingers of one paw into his mouth, coating them in saliva, and touched her snatch.
At first, her body gave a twitch, but has he stroked over the folds she exposed herself to him more. After a few more strokes that were direct and with some pressure, while being careful not to rub her nub directly, she moaned. This time, she was present, and in the moment, making Spindrift smile.
But he had more in mind for her, this was still teasing.
He spread Ember's outer lips and traced along the inner folds, this time much more careful and with a softer touch until he reached her opening. Then he curled two fingers, careful that his claws were not extended, and slit them into the hole.
He took his time, and she gasped as the fingers would not go in any further. Then he started wiggling the digits. First slowly, then faster, similar to a come-hither motion.
Ember pressed her bottom against his fist in an attempt to get penetrated more deeply. While he did not slide in any deeper into her tunnel, the additional movement rubbed her just right and she gave another, more passionate moan.
"Please," she hushed in a further moan as she pushed herself back once more "stroke my clit with your thumb as you push into me. Not too much rubbing, just press against it as you push your whole hand in."
He moved the thumb trying to find the best spot for it. Just at the center, with just enough pressure, yet without really holding tight. He felt his thumb covering the whole nub nicely lodged between her body and his.
Then he pushed. At first carefully, and as more feminine moans echoed in the crystalline room, more assertively and quicker.
She began to writhe and gave her whole bottom a jerking, circling motion almost like a belly dancer, just focusing on her hips.
Fluids were leaking over his paw and dripping down, and he noticed one of his legs getting damp. He looked down to check on it. Instead of Ember's fluids coating him, however, he realized they were his own. His shaft had completely escaped the confines of his slit, was throbbing and leaking almost steadily but in irregular jerks of his rod. He had been so focused on his mate that he had blanked out his own state. Now he could not do so any longer.
As he was about to grab hold of it with his other paw, he noticed Ember looking at him - and it - her head turned back towards him with a surprisingly flexible neck.
She licked her lips with desire, a glint in the eyes.
In a quick and smooth leap, she pounced on him, pressing him down, his back on the cloudy cushions of the bed. While doing so, her whole body shifted, and he had a somewhat bigger draconic pony on him, her snout half open with a grin looking at him like a feast.
Her hooves pressed on his chest, the rest of her now heavier body on his lap.
"Mine."
At first, he was caught off-guard but quickly adjusted to the change in power. He was pleased by her initiative and started to feel right at home below her, though he tried not to show it. Because of his past teachings in certain aspects of Dragon culture, however, she knew better.
Ember sat up straighter on his lap, demonstrating she was right where she was supposed to be. Her stance exuded proudness, strength, yet she was also a bit playful as she straightened her forelimbs causing her hooves to push down on him.
Spindrift squirmed as she rubbed her bottom and the parts between against his crotch, their bodies slick with juices. Still, she seemed to be just playing with him. She grinned mischievously as his member throbbed helplessly, pressed between him and her heavy body.
"Not quite so big anymore, are we?" she teased as her body grew another few inches. She wriggled her backside on his lap, pushing left, then right, and left again, then made a circling motion just to emphasize his predicament.
"Not that you're not still my big dragon... I dare say you require me to... um... stretch a bit for you to fit nicely.
Had I not adjusted my mass, I wonder if your member would have nearly pushed me up, so pent up are you.
Just don't blow before I say so, my storm-chaser. I love to see you squirm a bit."
Spindrift had to relax and restrain himself to do just that. He lay there, below her, almost still. A few times he had the instinct to just take over, push her over and have his way with her. But she seemed happy in that role, for once, and he wanted to watch as she drove herself towards a peak.
"Now, hold still."
She moved her hooves forward and put them over his muzzle, pushing his whole head down. As she slid further down and came to sit lower on his thighs, he could not help himself but dart his tongue out and lick over her hooves causing the thin but long organ to glide and undulate over the smooth keratin as well as the fleshy frog encased in it.
To his surprise, they were slicker than expected. He tasted and smelled musk. Had she touched herself while he was not looking? Whatever it may be, it drove him wilder, and he squirmed against her weight, his now free rod sticking straight up and a few more pulses of pre ran down his length, pooling in his crotch.
Then her hooves left his muzzle. His tongue managed to get one last lick across the surface before she put them down, on either side of his body, letting her head lean low over him. She started licking his engorged shaft in long teasing strokes from the base to the tip.
She lapped up every drop escaping the pointed but smooth tip of his manhood. Occasionally she impaled more than half of it in her muzzle, her tongue gliding along the uppermost ridge, moaning softly and gutturally as she did so.
This continued until his groaning became audible, the trembling in his strong legs inhibited by the weight of the big round dock. With that, she let off her ministrations and pushed herself up in a squatting position, her back held straight up. The muscles in her hind legs rippled with the strain of the position, their hooves sunk deep in the firm clouds to either side of his hips, her fore-hooves pushing on his chest.
Like that, she moved forward, her eyes locked onto his until her sex was positioned straight above his shaft a mere finger width separating each-other. He felt a drop or two of warm liquid splash onto the soft scales of the tail end of his slit at the base of his engorged length. The fluid was not his own.
"I think I'm ready." She squirmed both in need as well as the strain of keeping her squatting position. "Are you, too?"
The elder dragon merely nodded with a warm smile.
A warm feeling encased Spindrifts shaft that made him shudder. With a sigh, she relaxed her muscles and lowered herself onto him, her magic surrounding Spindrifts member, pointing it in the right direction.
Her muzzled open in a soundless moan as she felt her inner folds being spread apart by the stiff shaft gliding into her as she carefully lowered herself steadily.
Almost at the bottom, the sensations overwhelmed her, and she lost strengths in her hind legs and plopped down the last bit. It stung as his throbbing erection pushed so deep into her, but she felt at home and mostly relaxed on his lap, happy to splay her legs to either side, her knees now barely touching the ground.
Ember allowed herself to rest. The sting subsided, as did the initial feeling of uncomfortable fullness as she consciously felt for her body, her eyes closed. A smile blossomed on her face.
"You were right, Spindrift. I had not dared to fully believe it, but the pain from my previous attempts is gone. Thank you."
She leaned forward closer to his muzzle, her bending her forelegs until her elbows rested on his upper belly. She playfully stroked his chin with a fetlock, then gave him a short kiss.
"I am glad for you, my dear. I hope it feels just as good for you as it does for me, being inside you. I have fantasized about taking you for a while. Ever since that first night in the cold storm where I gave us shelter under that big tree. Ever since that first kiss."
His voice was empathic but soft as he spoke, a deep rumble in the undertone making her shiver.
"The tree YOU undoubtedly tore out of the ground somewhere else and brought to me to show off." She giggled.
"But go ahead and fuck me, already!" She sang, in a mixture of impatience, teasing, and playfulness.
"I think that can be arranged." He gave her a lick on the snout. "Though it DOES take two for that. In my defense though - I wanted some reprieve before enjoying this after your eager ministrations."
With that, he shoved his pelvis up and against her, pushing further inside her. Ember mewled softly and started moving her hips in turn.
After a few moves, she pushed herself up to sit on his lap and put more weight on her ass. She sank further down and his shaft was pushed deeper inside her tunnel.
The draconic pony put her forehooves on Spindrifts chest. It steadied her and made her feel more connected. She sought to find the right rhythm in movements and found it as she felt her nub being rubbed just the right way. The pressure in her loins increased.
Spindrift groaned as his shaft pushed into his lover and he felt her innermost folds glide along his length and then slid out again as Ember pushed herself up slightly, just to lower herself down again a few moments later.
"Some time in the future I see us making love out there on the balcony. Quite like this, actually. Just more exposed. Maybe at sunset. If somepony were to look out in just the right direction, they might see us. See us move, just like this."
Ember sighed and groaned as the chills of imagination, the teasing against her clit and the sensation of fullness washed over her.
"The thrill of possibly being discovered might quicken our hearts. And maybe we wouldn't care, as the dragons we are."
She started to moan with each new thrust. First silently, then slowly but surely, progressively louder. Her neck bent upwards, as she enjoyed the feeling, her muzzle half-open.
"And ponies might hear us moan. Hear the sounds of our movements."
Spindrift gripped her hips between his paws as the steady rhythm pulled them into their zone. The real world ceased to matter except for the feeling they shared. The touch of her connected bodies and their movement. Both imagined the scene Spindrift was drawing.
The red-scaled male dragon began to groan.
"Maybe we'd lose our control and we would grow uncontrollably. The balcony would break under our gigantic weight and we would tumble to the ground. We might not even notice it, or not care, as we continue our lovemaking.
They would see EVERYTHING. A giant dragon hopping onto a sexy draconic unicorn almost the same size. Her tail held high, exposing her leaking slit. Her dragon exposing his drool-worthy shaft briefly before he mounts her making them both roar.
Some ponies would flee, others would stay, transfixed."
Embers moans increased in pitch as she felt her peak approaching in the distance. She leaned towards her mate's head, pushing her hooves onto his muzzle.
"You're mine, Spindrift. MINE." She growled, for once in a distinctly unpony-like rumble.
The dragon felt her push against him. Her dominant gesture just a bit uncomfortable, but not painful. She played with him. He was hers. It was stern, yet the upturned edges of her mouth betrayed the warmth and benevolence that she was feeling towards him as she pushed his head down.
All this was not to put him into place as a weakling, and certainly did not make him a sub, but it was a unique way to share the feeling that they were connected. At first, this show of dominance he had tried to teach her had seemed hurtful, something she had had difficulty squaring with her otherwise benevolent nature.
Now she knew better and reveled in the feeling of making him wild with lust.
Spindrifts grunts turned heavier. Dare she say it - he even started to moan. His claws unsheathed, and they raked across her back as he grabbed her tighter. His previously rhythmic thrusts became frantic, and she felt his member swell inside her.
"Aaaagh." She exhaled into a moan. "Yes, my mate. Soon you'll be squelchy wet."
That drove him over the edge. He roared. And growled. His shaft pulsed with a squirt. A heartbeat, and then another squirt. And another.
She rubbed her folds against him in the feverish desire to come with him. She was nearly there. Nearly.
"Just a bit more!" She screeched.
Deciding it was not enough, she had another idea. She pulled herself up and forward. Her hind-leg muscles were trembling. Her crotch reached his muzzle, and she sat down on the almost helpless red-scaled, white-maned dragon. His muzzle was instantly covered in mare-juice.
"Lick me!" she begged, holding herself steady at his horns.
The tongue of the half-delirious dragon flicked, almost on its own, teasing the clit of his mare. She tensed.
Another flick and a slower circling motion with its considerable but thin length around it let her squeal.
With a final, longer, more energetic lick right along its center, her muscles became rigid. That pushed her up slightly, creating a gap between his mouth and her snatch.
With a shriek, his whole muzzle was spattered with mare-cum. It was long and powerful, covering his mouth and nose, but most of it sprayed into his mouth.
Another smaller stream expelled his own cum as it mingled in his now fully muzzle.
Ember collapsed and a final jet covered his neck as she slid down along his body. She embraced him, hind legs clamping his hips and her forelegs around his neck.
Both of their bodies trembling slowly ebbed off and the afterglow of their tryst diffused into them. For a while, they just breathed, relaxed but exhausted.
With a slightly squeaky but all the same raspy voice Ember giggled.
"Now imagine the gob-smacked faces of our audience-to-be, at THAT finale. It was... it was... oh, I wish I had an adjective for it. All I had dreamed of, and more."
Spindrift chuckled. "Oh yes, it was quite something." He agreed as he stroked her mane.
For once, Ember did not care about cleaning up after herself, despite the quite substantial mess. The bliss and contentment she felt as they cuddled, and the way his body filled her with warmth just felt too good to be interrupted.
In this relaxed state, Spindrift reminisced about their adventure together. The way their worlds and cultures clashed together as they got to know each other. Embers studious nature - quite like Princess Twilight, actually - in which she tried to learn and understand everything about his world and to convey about hers in a cute but sometimes exhausting manner. It was annoying at times, yet he loved her for it, nonetheless. Now he was in her world and he wondered what the future would bring.
"While we were on Hiigara I drove most of the decisions on what to do. Now that we are on Equus I think it's up to you, Ember. Do you have any ideas about what to do next?"
"Not as a whole. I'd like to get to know Twilight and her family better. I hope she is willing to gift us some time with her. Maybe our father, Night Light, can tell me more about my mother. Maybe there is a chance to find her. I would also like to visit my adoptive parents. Let them know I'm fine and give you a chance to meet them. They must be worried sick by now since I left rather abruptly. I think I'd also like to visit your world again, sometime."
Spindrift chuckled.
"Typical. You have thought it through quite thoroughly, already. It does sound like a good plan, however."
Ember glowed.
"Thanks. But before anything else, you're still mine, in this bed, for at least another few hours."
And with that, she hopped onto his chest once more and leaned down for a kiss.
The couple did not notice the half-open door, nor the figure standing in its archway. A wide-eyed Twilight Sparkle was staring at them, just as gob-smacked as they had alluded to. The bright-red blush seemed like a permanent fixture on her cheeks.
Author's Note
Wow. This is my first post on fimfiction.
I would never have thought it would be porn. I'm usually not a person to think of sex frequently, but I think this occasion merits the exception.
I know this piece of work is cringy at times, but it was written from the heart and intended to express what is important to me.
BTW: For those wondering about the name of the other world - Hiigara: that was deliberately taken from the Homeworld series of games but chosen by my fiancée - I hadn't even known the origin of the name until posting this here and he explained it to me. It doesn't have anything to do with that particular universe.
I am working on a longer story that is nowhere near as explicit. I hope I am able to post the first two chapters in another month or two.
