The Embers of a Smoldering Lust

“First order of business,” said Rarity who tilted her head sideways at Spike. “Your master is dirty, is he not? Shouldn't you clean him?” Ember and Smolder, held by her and Sweetie on collars and chains, followed her gaze to the dragon's half-flaccid extensions. Both were still wet with a combination of his own secretions and the moist holes he'd been buried in.

“I dunno,” began Smolder but Ember was already crawling forward on all fours, her tail rocking and her face burning.

“You don't have to,” reminded Sweetie Belle. “No pressure!”

However much as she hated to admit it Smolder was torn between personal pride and her competitive side. If she ran away now or refused she'd appear weak as Ember showed her up. Worse still, much as it shamed her a tingle electrified her womanhood at the idea of submitting to such a powerful male...at least for a little while. “F-fine, I'll try it.” She skulked over too.

Spike sat on his haunches and stared down at the dragonesses-turned-human-females, their faces glowing a bright pink. They knelt before him, placed their palms upon his scaly thighs for support, and slowly moved their mouths to his meat. He shuddered at the series of wet kisses they placed upon them with smacks, groaned low when they started to work him with their tongues.

These too were similar to his own; impossibly long as they started to stretch and repeatedly wrap around his shafts. He reclined his head with a shallow growl, hardening once more and oozing down thick gobs of salty precum in a steady flow.

“I suppose it isn't fair to let them do all the work. Shall we?” Rarity winked at her sister.

“Mm-hmm!” Sweetie practically bounced over as they hurried to support their new 'pets'. Rarity aided Ember in working one of his cocks, while Sweetie did the same with Smolder, lapping and nibbling and sucking down his steady overflow.

They half-lidded their eyes, staring up at him, watching him twist and squirm while his snout contorted in pleasure. His equipment pulsed, their hands reaching up, running over his musculature while they practically worshiped it as they did his cocks. Sometimes he felt their soft, pliable breasts crush upon him, further teasing the tamed beast.

“Now, now.” Rarity withdrew in a messy trail of spit and pre. “This is simply a tease, isn't it? Although I must confess I'm rather envious of what you two can do with your tongues...” She watched the way they repeatedly wrapped around him.

Am I that insecure? I wonder if dear Sweetie feels the same? No, she's still rather innocent, simply content to help out. Yet what if Ember and Smolder really are more suited to him? They could give him what we never could...

“You're right,” said Smolder who also withdrew. “Foreplay'll never satisfy you, huh?”

“I'll live. You don't have to rush it,” said Spike despite how painfully his loins ached to release themselves.

Ember withdrew her tongue too, and Sweetie reluctantly followed. “These gems are a wonder.” The Princess tapped hers in its choker. “We can control how human we choose to become. Smolder and I? Still dragons on the inside.”

Smolder grinned. “That means we could still safely mate with you, any way you like, unlike your human girls!”

“It's not good to keep those baser instincts bottled up all the time,” continued Ember. “Sure, you've done wonders keeping a handle on them until now, but what if you ever lose control? You'd probably go on a complete rampage!”

Rarity looked between them and then Spike. “Is this true?”

“I'd never hurt any of you,” he swore but his face fell with unspoken doubts and shame. He turned away and mumbled, “It's why I usually avoid humans. I've seen a few dragons lose themselves in the moment, burn down crops or forests when they lost control. Maybe the maidens I saved were right to fear me. We're violent by nature.” He bowed his head, burying it in his claws.

“Spike...” Rarity strolled up and draped herself on her lover to comfort him. He trembled under her touch.

Is he...weeping? He's so sensitive compared to his kind, from what I've heard about them. No wonder he's an outcast. But I believe that's also where Ember's and Smolder's interest in him resides. So strong, and yet so vulnerable.

Sweetie asked, “So does that mean you two can help him let out all that pent up aggression? Then go for it!”

“Yeah,” explained Smolder with a pat of her tummy. “You feel it too, don't you, Rarity? You've changed to become more like us, so it'll probably be safe for him to go all-out on you too after you've recovered from your pregnancy, but until then-”

“We could step in and...train him,” finished Ember whose face heated all over while she studied her feet.

Rarity took several moments to think it over, rubbing her chin while she paced a bit. She turned to Sweetie, who enthusiastically nodded, then rested her hands around Spike's snout and shifted it until they locked eyes. “Yes, I do believe it would be for the best. It's an arrangement that would benefit us all. Would you be willing to try it, my dearest Spike?”

He gulped hard. “Yeah. I didn't want you or Sweetie to see me like that, though-”

Rarity shook her head. “It's part of your dragon nature. Nothing to be ashamed of. I swore to accept you entirely as you are.”

“Same here!” Sweetie hopped in place. “Plus, I am kind of curious...”

Spike nodded. “You two had better stand back, then. Ember, Smolder, are you ready?” They knelt before him, and his muscles grew taut, still hesitating to take charge in such an overt way. “Uh, I'll need a little help to, you know, get it up again.”

“Allow us to help,” said Rarity who took Sweetie's hand and led her closer. “Sweetie, remember the dances I taught you? Follow my movements.” She and her sister started to sway, almost in unison, but whatever clumsiness Sweetie still maintained was easily made up for with sheer joyous enthusiasm. They raised their hands, rocking their hips, their breasts swinging.

Not to be outdone Ember and Smolder joined in; but in contrast to their calculated movements, the dragonesses moved in a wild, tribal rhythm, making the area shake when they threw themselves about and almost knocking his lovers over. However the foursome had the desired effect, holding his gaze while Rarity plucked a bottle of oil from her belongings and started to smear it over her. She passed it between them, and they slathered their curves in it, until they were polished to a fine sheen.

“Let the beast free,” urged Ember who rubbed her breasts. “Breed us.”

Smolder turned and looked over her shoulder as she landed a two-handed smack on her ample rump which jiggled under the impact. “You want it, don't ya?” She spread her cheeks open, inviting him to take whatever hole he desired.

“Spike want,” he growled out as he started to let himself free. Far more than he usually dared. His eyes turned to slits, drool leaking between his sharp teeth. Rarity and Sweetie carefully withdrew, while he unfurled his wings and pounced on Ember and Smolder, bowling them over and almost knocking the wind from them as they were slammed to the cave floor.

They were side-by-side, and with his claws he lifted their legs up, angling their pussies and asses towards his dragonhoods. Somehow they seemed larger, more erect than ever, dripping precum which was so how it steamed over their flesh. They hissed in delight, clenching their warm orifices, gushing a small puddle below him in eagerness to be fully taken.

“Put it in already,” demanded Smolder who squirmed impatiently.

“We're your treasure, aren't we?” Ember narrowed her eyes with a coy smile. “Yours to claim.”

Taking a moment to prod their vaginal caves, he suddenly slammed into them with a grunt. Their faces twisted while they cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, these smaller frames barely able to take him. He pierced all the way past their cervices, bottoming out into their wombs, their bellies bulging into his penis shapes while he explored their slippery wounds with wet squelches. Again-and-again he pounded them, their cunts spattering him, as they mewled and loose rocks fell under the quake.

The pair panted, helpless while his claws held their midsections, nothing more than vessels that needed to be successfully mated to completion. His more savage instincts took hold, the need to conquer and dominate, that they were bitches there solely for his relief he desperately needed to inseminate. Animal grunts escaped him each time he impaled their soft pink walls.

Angrily he speared them, their bodies trembling under the brutal way a dragon mated, oily tits and buttocks smacking while his pre continued to smear along their supple flesh. His ridges scraped along their insides, molesting their spongy g-spots, making their snatches further water and drip down his testicles which smacked into them. Their moans echoed around him.

The sisters watched in shared fascination.

Do I dare...? He's dangerous in this state, but...I want to be as close with him as I can.

Taking a deep breath, Rarity circled around him, and Sweetie followed her lead. Carefully they pressed their slick, denuded physiques upon his scaly back. Realizing he was entirely focused on his current mates, they helped by draping themselves on his chiseled backside, massaging him with their palms and breasts which they dragged along his armor-like surface.

They peppered him in messy kisses with audible smacks. The sisters also straddled his spiny tail, rubbing their twats over its length, grinding into it. His prehensile extension swished about under them, almost bucking them off as they clung to him.

From the throbbing of his cocks the dragonesses realized he was ready to unload directly into their wombs. Neither could stop him now, even if they wanted to, as it was a male's job to dominate his prey, to prove him worthy to fill them with eggs capable of enduring the harshest of environments. Ember turned to her partner and huffed, “R-ready to become a mother...?!”

“S-sure,” answered Smolder as they leaned in and encircled their tongues repeatedly.

With a final, savage thrust, Spike raised his snout and unleashed a cone of hellish flame. Even in this hyper-masculine, predatory state he instinctively knew not to harm any of his females, that they were his prizes to be protected and to bear his offspring. His balls churned while he pumped the first barrage directly into their cores.

His soup washed about their insides, their quickly fertilized eggs swimming in the creamy, sloshing mess. Their stomachs almost instantly ballooned, excess rushing around their gaped wide cunts, and the sheer intensity made them howl too, breathing small plumes of dancing fires as they gushed all over his loins in shared rapture. They flapped their wings the entire time, swishing their tails, eyes rolling into their heads and tongues lolling out. He dug his claws into them, not hard enough to break the skin but keeping them held in place; not that either wanted to be parted from them, their bodies able to take the force of his release.

Rarity turned to face Sweetie, still riding about Spike's tail while they embraced each other and locked lips. Rubbing themselves upon the softer portions of his spines, they rode out orgasms of their own, their snatches drooling all the way down his length and dripping off his spaded tip. Their spread pussy lips continually suckled around his tail, coming down from their own climax.

With the last droplets loosed Spike's slit eyes gradually returned to normal. He removed himself with a loud pop, their parted pink holes letting out a creamy deluge that pooled with their own feminine excretions. “Are you two okay...?” He drew the panting duo to his powerful chest, not caring how messy both were, his sole concern their safety after he let the beast free.

“Y-yeah...we're fine,” mumbled Smolder with a goofy grin on her face while she basked in her afterglow.

“Just...peachy.” Ember offered a weak thumbs up. “But you'll have to take responsibility, you know.”

“I know,” he replied sheepishly with a scratch of his neck.

“That means you'll...have to meet my father...the Dragon Lord,” she finished between heavy breaths.

“Of course.” He tensed up and muttered, “Hope he's not as scary as I've heard...”

“You owe us too,” reminded Rarity when she and Sweetie strolled over to meet the dragonesses.

“No worry, we keep our promises. Our pride is at stake, after all.” Ember smirked and winked, clinging to him.

“Cross our hearts,” added Smolder who thumped a fist to her bosom.

Sweetie beamed wide. “Guess we can trust them! So, you'll teach us all about your kind?”

The pair nodded and Rarity embraced them, her sister, and her lover. In turn she would teach them too; hopefully, they would also want to learn how to read, if neither were capable already. It was certainly possible Ember knew a little about it, after all, what with her being a Princess. Then again, from what she knew most dragons didn't put any value on such things!

Theirs was a simpler culture of brute force and survival of the fittest. No wonder he'd never quite fit in.

He's a sensitive soul. Now I know, whatever Ember's and Smolder's wonderful qualities, they could never truly replace us. It was silly of me to worry. Plus, I somehow doubt either of them could create beauty quite like this...

“Spike, I have a present for you. Sweetie Belle and I crafted it together.” She and Sweetie exchanged a look. He watched curiously, still holding Ember and Smolder while they dug through a pile of his treasures where they'd hidden it. “Here.”

The delicious ruby had been carved by the sisters into a heart shape. “It's a symbol of our love,” piped up Sweetie.

“It's wonderful.” It shimmered a brilliant scarlet under the phosphorescence. He, Ember, and Smolder stared, mouths watering at how tasty it would surely be; but he couldn't bring himself to consume something they had worked so hard on. Nonetheless it would always be there, tempting him. It proved warm to the touch when he carefully wrapped a claw around it.

It's odd...it appears delicious to me, too. Perhaps I've become far more like a dragon than I care to admit?

She marched with them to the pool and bathed together with Spike curled by the bank. As usual he heated the waters until they steamed, careful to make certain it couldn't harm his lovers, who giggled and splashed and waded about. The fire ruby was proudly displayed and cast a passionate luminescence over them that added to the water's sparkly sheen.

For now Ember and Smolder decided they would stay with them for at least a few weeks. But they would have to return home soon, before the Dragon Lord missed them. She soaped up Sweetie in suds, her mind wandering while she studied Spike.

I do hope the Dragon Lord won't be furious when he learns Spike mated with his daughter. From what he';s told me, he's a runt by the standards of his species. Will he be deemed too weak? Unworthy? What if he's punished...?

There's no use worrying about what can't be changed, I suppose. I have faith in him. I'm certain Sweetie does, too. Ember and Smolder clearly see the value in him, so I pray the Dragon Lord is more open-minded than rumored.

Afterward the foursome cuddled up within his tail and wingspan, which cloaked them in darkness. Rarity pressed her head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Sweetie did the same, while Ember and Smolder held each other, in a rare moment where they were able to let their guard down and express their more sensitive sides without fear of judgment. She was relieved to see them settle in so swiftly, assured much like the day he rescued her that it would all work out somehow.