The Embers of a Smoldering Lust

It had been a typical day in the field when Rarity rested both hands on her belly. Instinctively she knew the moment they had waited for an entire year had finally arrived. She wrapped her leathery wings about her, flicked her spaded tail. “Spike,” she called which instantly summoned him and Sweetie Belle to her side. “It's coming, I can feel it. But I don't think I'll be able to make it back home in time. A-ah,” she cried, ashamed at the mess she was making between her thighs.

“Sweetie, stay with your sister. I'll fetch blankets and heat some water!” He ran and then leaped into flight. His bulk framed the sun when he sailed away, casting a shadow over the sisters as Sweetie helped Rarity sit on the grass.

“You'll be fine,” promised Sweetie who held her hand and heaved. “Oh, I wish I'd been allowed to study this more!”

“It's...it's not your fault,” managed Rarity who felt her body contract. In their village it was usually left up to the priests to deliver newborns, who would be categorized and have their fates chosen on the spot. They never shared their secrets with commoners, so she and Sweetie never understood the significance of the diamond markings on their buttocks.

Poor Spike probably doesn't have much of a clue what to do, either. What if I don't...survive the birth? My flesh has altered to bear our offspring, but will it be enough? I would so hate to leave them alone in the world...

Her eyes watered. “If I don't make it, Sweetie, please help Spike look after them.”

“Don't say that! You'll be fine,” squeaked Sweetie who verged on hysteria.

Spike barely arrived in time with the wicker basket in tow. Sweetie plucked out a blanket and helped her sister settle onto it, while he carefully heated an urn filled with water by breathing a tiny fire above it. Rarity reclined and propped herself on the pillows Sweetie placed, her thighs parted when the labor pangs started to wrack her. “Ah...ah...!”

She grit her teeth and pushed, fluids leaking from her birth canal with her quickening. Sweetie used hot water to sterilize her hands the best she could, as there weren't any gloves on hand, and Spike quietly cursed himself for not having prepared better. “Keep pushing,” urged Sweetie who shook all over, watching Rarity's face burn under the intense strain.

They lost track of time, the sun starting to dip and Spike using what sticks he could find and his breath to make a small fire. But what started to peek out from Rarity's glistening slit wasn't a human child or even something in between like expected; no, it was a polished-looking egg, which Sweetie stared at for a moment before she snapped to attention and reached in to try and extract.

I could have sworn I felt them kicking in me before. Our children must have altered with my shape, too.

Yet all that mattered to her now was that they were safe inside, cocooned by a protective carapace. She wondered what they would look like when they finally hatched? Would they be more like her, or him? She moaned and strained, squeezed out the first egg with a wet pop, her vagina gaping and burning as her eyes leaked fresh tears. Sweetie carefully set the delivery aside, but there was no time to waste, as her womb had been filled with over half a dozen of them.

Spike moved the egg closer to the fire. “They're supposed to be kept really warm, from what I've heard.”

“Does that mean we're supposed to sit on them,” asked Sweetie who focused with narrowed eyes on the task at hand.

“Maybe? I'll have to ask around,” he replied nervously fiddling with his claws.

Sweetie quirked an eyebrow. “Ask who?”

“I know a couple of dragons,” he began only to be cut off by one of Rarity's wails. He cringed, unable to help but feel responsible for her current predicament. “I'm sure they'll give me a few ideas, if I can locate them!”

What started as agonizing, like a fire raging through Rarity's entire being to the very core, now pleasantly heated her up all over. Soon her birthing turned absolutely orgasmic, her face blazing bright pink all over, her gaping cunt glistening with contractions as she clenched her asshole too and squirted into the air. Sweetie gasped when a spray hit her face, barely closing her eye in time, and she wiped it off, watching in fascination while her sister writhed and moaned in pure, shameless bliss.

Soon the birthing process proceeded smoothly, more eggs popping, almost shooting from Rarity's snatch, which Sweetie dutifully caught and placed aside in a bundle, still slick with her runny juices. Spike paced nervously, but never left her side, dawn breaking when she delivered the last one with a strenuous push. She panted, eyes practically crossed with euphoria.

Sweetie hummed while she cleaned her sister, who smiled weakly at her while the sun rose. “Is...is it over?”

“You did wonderful,” said Spike who beamed with pride at her side. “Just rest, we'll take care of everything.”

Rarity shook her head and whispered, “I want to see our eggs.” She carefully took one of those Sweetie had cleaned and pressed it to her bosom with a low coo, sitting up and holding it in a tender embrace. “It's so warm. Just like its father.”

He managed a toothy grin. “Aw, you did all the real work. But I'll need to seek help on this one. Figured we'd have human babies or something, never expected this.” He titled his head at the egg stack. “Better seek advice from a pair I know.”

“I understand. Sweetie will help me, won't you?” She nodded enthusiastically. “That settles it. Return us to the cave and do whatever you must. It's plenty safe and secluded here, so that shouldn't be a problem, especially with your food stores.”

“I...okay. Hate to leave you two alone, but I don't have much choice, do I?” He collected what he could and disposed of the ruined blanket in a small, controlled blaze. Then he carefully placed the wicker basket filled with the eggs and his two lovers upon his back. He decided it was safer to walk back, taking his time while morning broke.

While she was still quite sore and barely conscious, Rarity also felt pleasantly numb, and contented to simply be with them. Soon she found herself back home, taking a short bath, then tucked in layers of blankets and the eggs pressed close to her. Their shells appeared to be durable as stone, so she didn't need to worry about accidentally cracking one while she slept.

Plus Sweetie would be watching over her. She shot Spike a sad smile while he returned it then headed out.

*****

Spike flew at top speed, hitting all the old haunts. Dragons were typically nomadic to avoid the constant encroach of human civilization. But they tended to converge on warmer areas, and these two were no exception; it had taken a few days before he reached the rocky terrain where a mountain range and an active volcano that spewed molten lava awaited.

Grayish-black smoke suffused the atmosphere, ash trailed in the winds, and the sun was partially blotted. However he spotted his quarry within what humanity considered a hellish place; only the dragonesses were completely unlike how he recalled them. Somehow they had taken on feminine, human women guises, completely nude save for the chokers they wore, each fit with a gemstone that matched their color scheme. They were somehow wading in a bubbling pool, splashing and giggling.

Ember and Smolder appeared to be hybrids like Rarity, with claws where their hands and feet should be, leather wings on their backs, and tails above their dimpled buttocks. They stopped and turned at his approach, his shadow falling over them.

“Spike?!” Ember blushed and reflexively covered her chest. She was taller than her partner, lithe and with athletic, tone muscles that complimented her perky breasts and smaller but rather well-shaped bottom. “What brings you here?”

Smolder by contrast was shorter but much shapelier, unfazed by him catching them unawares as she planted hands on her wide hips. “Enjoying the view, I take it. Not that I blame him. You finally ready to hang with us?”

“Nah, I'm probably still too soft to keep up with you two.” He landed on the bank and tried not to stare, especially when the droplets of reddish-yellow lava ran down their naked curves, sticking to them. “Actually, sorry to say it, but I need your help.”

“Hmm, and why should we?” Ember approached him, and leaned over the side, resting on her hands as her pert breasts pointed downwards. Her raised tail swished about when she said, “Dragons aren't exactly known to hand out favors? We take what we want. Asking others for help and simply offering it free is a sign of weakness. A trade, on the other hand...”

He gulped. “I don't have much...”

“We don't need much,” chimed in Smolder who slyly look him over. “You've grown quite a bit, haven't you?” She and Ember embraced, crushing their breasts together while they leered at him with half-lidded eyes and coy smiles. Their pink and blue manes trailed behind them, also immune to the fires. “I'm certain we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“Can't,” he said. “I've settled down with a pair of human women.”

Ember shrugged. “Not like they have to know.”

“I'd know. And I love them,” he explained.

“Love? Dragons don't do that,” retorted Smolder with a gruff scoff. “Sure, we team up when there's a mutual benefit, but friendship makes us soft and weak! Ember and I like to hunt together, but then we'll be on our way!”

Spike could tell that wasn't true but decided not to challenge her on it; their pride was at stake. No matter how much they cared about each other their society didn't allow them to admit it aloud. It's the same reason he'd never fit in and had left. “All I need is some tips on dealing with unhatched eggs, and figured you two might know. Please?”

“Like I said, not for free. I'm sure they'd understand,” said Ember.

“Forget it, then. Thanks anyway,” he answered unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice while he turned and spread his wings.

“Wait,” called Ember and he paused. “How about this? Take us back to your lair, and we'll discuss it with your lovers.”

“Sounds fine to me,” said Smolder who scratched her chin horns which jutted from her skull even in this shape. “You wanna hurry back to them anyhow, right? We could stick around, teach you what we know, if they're up for it.”

Spike considered for a moment. “Sure, why not?” He was reminded they were softer than they liked to let on.

Not sure how they've changed, though? Something to do with those gems, maybe? Don't know much about magic.

He was about to scoop them onto his back, but the pair took to their air with a furious beat of their wingspans. He shot skyward with them in formation, and they roared with glee, laughs escaping him too as he finally felt halfway accepted.

Neither bothered with a stitch of clothing, the supple flesh of their bare breasts and buttocks rippling under the powerful winds. Their laughter joined his, enjoying the freedom afforded them. Sometimes they glided dangerously close to him, letting their denuded skin caress his scales for brief, tantalizing moments before they broke off, further tempting him.

No! I...I love Rarity and Sweetie Belle. Sure, Ember and Smolder are attractive, but I can't betray my lovers!

Smolder interrupted his thoughts. “Aren't you curious about our new forms?”

“It did cross my mind,” he admitted having to yell like them over the winds while the scenery raced by.

Ember's nail tapped the azure gem in her choker. “Made a deal with a wizard. Figured it'd be neat to see how humans live.”

“And she totally has the hots for you and thought this would help,” added Smolder with her usual bluntness.

Shooting her a glare with a harsh blush Ember replied, “Like you're any different!” She huffed and raced ahead.

“Hey, wait up!” Smolder struggled to catch up, offering Spike an amazing view of their backsides and crotches which made him drool. He couldn't bring himself to look away, couldn't match their pace even if he wanted to, so he simply relished the sights.

Dragons were known for mating in mid-air, the males pouncing on females and restraining them while they rutted them senseless. It shamed him to feel his loins stir at the thought, certain they wouldn't reject if he forcefully took them here.

Damn these dragon instincts! Worse still, I can smell how wet they are from here!

*****

“I wonder how Spike is doing,” said Rarity who sat on a blanket with the eggs between her and Sweetie. She was still incredibly round and milky. She massaged her incredibly sensitive udders which were sore with excess, and her sister cheerily hopped up and fetched a bucket. She cooed softly with a flush whenever Sweetie started to squeeze and knead them, shooting sprays of lactate into them. “Ah...mmm,” she moaned as strings violently spurted out while titflesh smooshed under Sweetie's fingers.

She half-lidded her eyes while Sweetie settled behind her and worked her over. With the excess this would likely take nearly an hour as usual, small spikes of pleasure flowering throughout her breasts and rippling out while she whined.

I feel like such a cow. But it does feel rather nice. And Spike seems to enjoy watching. Sweetie, too, appears to like working me over. Why does it feel so nice? It's like all the blood's flowing out to my sex, engorging it with sheer, unbridled lust...

They perked up when a rustle sounded at the cave's entrance. “I'm home,” called Spike with an echo. “And I've brought a couple of old friends! Ember, Smolder, come and introduce yourselves!” They padded in after him, looking about.

Sweetie shot up with a bounce and a furrowed brow. “Hey, they're half dragons like you!”

“Yes, they are.” Rarity tried to put on a polite expression but her lips pursed with a pout. Once more her mind ran with the idea Spike might prefer to be with his own kind, that she could never truly fulfill him, no matter how content they all seemed.

I'm being silly, aren't I? I shouldn't be so jealous. Especially not after how well he's treated me.

“Nice place,” observed Smolder who walked around and admired her silhouette when she flexed a bicep.

“Nice treasure pile too,” noted Ember while she strolled in further. “Though a bit small by our standards. You are a runt though, Spike. Only a harem of two, at that? My father, the Dragon Lord, has several dozen concubines under him!”

“Yeah, well I'm not him. I'm quite happy with these two,” he countered pulling Rarity and Sweetie possessively to him.

“We'll see if that lasts,” muttered Smolder with a chuckle.

“It will,” said Rarity with a twitch of her ear. With her half-dragon shape her senses had improved, able to catch their asides, and smell the musk of their arousal. “We all love each other. And nothing can ever tear up apart. My name is Rarity-”

“And I'm Sweetie Belle!” She raced around the newcomers and checked them out.

“You're a little bundle of energy,” said Smolder who ruffled Sweetie's curls with another chuckle.

“Not that little,” replied Sweetie who mischievously pressed close to her. “So, about those eggs...”

“We have a proposal.” Ember waved them over and they all sat around the blanket. The shimmery crystalline cast a colorful prism over their bodies, and Spike sheepishly hovered at the edge, his tail flicking. “We'll help out however we can, make sure those eggs hatch and your offspring arrive nice and strong. But in return, Smolder and I want in, too...”

Rarity's heart raced with ambivalence. It's true she wanted their spawn to turn out the best they could, and perhaps they could teach her much about her new form. But she also worried it could drive a wedge between her, Spike, and Sweetie.

What to do? I can't allow personal feelings to override common sense. My children are depending on me.