The Dragonsblood Elixir

They circled each other without a sound. Their movements were as graceful as a cat’s, their awesome, regal auras combining into something more. You’d swear the air was sparking between them, or perhaps it was shimmering. Powerful magic ran along their horns either way.

Velvet drank in Night’s form like a fine wine. A handsome beaked snout, a trio of small chin horns, rugged ear frills, muscular legs, and wings with gold accents. His dual moon cutie mark still adorned his delicious flanks. He was bigger than her, but no more than before, both of them still pony-sized.

Night didn’t care if Velvet was ogling him or sizing him up. His mighty dragonhood throbbed along his barrel, coating his underside and leaving a sticky trail in his wake. His nuts were like bowling balls that grew heavier and more potent by the second. Velvet was experiencing something similar—faint tickling itches were twinging deep inside her, like miniscule grains of sand falling down in clumps.

They stopped circling. The world held its breath around them...

…

They pounced. Vicious attacks missed by millimeters in a whirlwind of teeth and claws. For minutes they fought for the upper claw, every effort was dodged, repelled, or countered. Dragonfire met dragonfire. Spell met spell. Wing buffets and tail slaps deflected by headbutts and bucks. Instinct drove Night and Velvet despite being equally matched, each of them drawing deeper upon powers new and old.

Neither of them noticed something rousing deep within them. They didn’t register how it interacted with draconic magics, blending and transforming into something new. They only had eyes for each other, their worlds honed to the extreme.

Then, their snouts met by mistake. They saw each other again—truly saw each other—and the fury and rage became something else entirely. Supple lips pressed deep and hard in a frenzied kiss, flexible tongues dancing and exploring with greedy fervor. Swirling, magic-laden flames sent tingles throughout their bodies, for while the vie for dominance had finished, something else was just beginning.

"Have I..." Velvet whispered between kisses, “...mentioned… how much I love you?”

Night sucked on the hollow of her throat. He nibbled and kissed in time with her low, needy murrs, her sexy sounds making him twitch. Eager, roving claws relished everything they could: Velvet’s motherly curves, Night’s powerful physique, the new limbs they shared and the connecting sensations. They recognized each other’s bodies despite being so changed, the lethargy of middle age replaced with ageless draconic vigor.

A fresh tickling twinge made Velvet shudder. She hugged Night close, his firm rod hot against her scales. “Take me...”

Night rumbled. He moved into position while Velvet presented herself. Her glistening slit and backdoor were about what he’d expected, but he never got tired of the view. He flared his navy wings and reared, grabbing Velvet’s cutie marks and pulling her to him. Velvet mewled, claws sinking into the dirt with Night’s weight sinking onto her, his frame enveloping her in warmth. He shimmied onto her back with low hisses and growls. His aim was clumsy due to their new forms, but at last, his smooth tip grazed her soaking mound.

He claimed her with a sudden thrust. Velvet’s eyes rolled back into her head as Night fought for every inch of her heated tunnel, his efforts destroying that clenching emptiness. He was big. He was thick. He was eager, relentless, strong… and hers, ALL hers. Fullness pervaded her that she couldn’t get enough of, her stilting, halted gasps matching the beat of his hips. She pushed back into his efforts with lusty snarls, their bodies tingling and singing in sync.

Time became a blur. Night’s every backward thrust was met by the squeeze of Velvet’s inner muscles, but that just made him try harder… thrust deeper. Her kneading, rippling confines were molded to shape little by little, and it wasn’t long until Night’s fat knot was the only thing separating their moving hips. Attempts to bury it sent Velvet’s cries rising over the lewd sounds of sex, for her clit was buzzed with every hard plunge.

Night wrapped his wings around Velvet like a cocoon. He nipped her scaly nape, snorted loud in her ear... then fucked her like a creature possessed. Velvet’s sounds rose an octave as she was shoved down by force, her rear legs locking in place. Night’s huge, swelling nuts heavy against her thighs, so dense and full they barely swayed at all. Desperation burned hotter the longer she went unfulfilled, but she could feel her folds yielding, spreading to claim her virile prize.

Everything in Night’s world was centered around where they were joined. His loins were tight to the point of pain, his twitching tool slamming into Velvet’s pliable lips. He jockeyed for a better position and rutted her with a strength he didn’t even know he had. Strange power coursed through him and her alike, wisps of flame coming with each heated exhale. It built and built until they worried they’d go mad, but then Night planted his clawed feet and gave one last great thrust—

POP!

They roared as one. Muscles tightened and spasmed, jerking in wild rhythm. Shot after shot of hot, sticky seed surged up Night’s shaft to flood Velvet’s fertile womb. Each clench of his sack resulted in another peak, sent more blessed heat forward to scratch Velvet’s maddening internal itch. It couldn’t have stopped now even if either of them had tried, but neither of them would’ve had it any other way, each blast of wet heat making them want that much more.

Fireworks exploded within their minds. Night’s knot sealed everything deep inside Velvet, scalding cum filling Velvet’s most sacred place to the brim. Her belly soon swelled with all he pumped in her, but still she wanted more. She could hear his nuts churning and gurgling, refilling the stores he’d lost. More tingling itches flared that were soothed in a blink. Whatever was happening made her heart soar, and while she might have been imagining it, she could swear Night roared in triumph with each itch he scratched.

Perhaps they were having one long, godly climax, or maybe it was multiple peaks chained together, but the result was the same either way, their stamina unending and lusts burning bright—

FWOOOOOSH!

—though that wasn’t the only thing burning. Velvet and Night’s roars were accompanied by blue and magenta jets of flame crashing into the wards like tidal waves. Both of them were seeing white now, incredible magics crackling in their eyes alongside the power awakening in their souls. Magic-infused grasses and plants sprung up around them amidst a life-giving wind. Vim and vigor infused their bodies down to the very last cell, their joined aura of power encompassing the entire grove and beyond.

But much as they wished it, it couldn’t last forever. Eventually Velvet and Night rode their joined apex down to the very last dregs. Neither one of them could say how long their tryst had lasted, but they emerged from the fog to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Hey,” Velvet whispered.

Night smiled. “Hey.”

They held claws and kissed. They remained like that, silent, basking in the afterglow and each other’s presence. Flickering lights played off their faces and cast soft shadows on their scales. Sizzling embers danced between them on the wind, the smoky scent of burning wood bringing back memories of—

…

Uh-oh.

"We gotta get this under control!” shouted Rainbow Dash. A sizable forest raged before her, the flames spreading on the wind. She signalled to the flock of pegasi she’d mustered. “Standard containment perimeter! Collect all the rain clouds you can, even the wild ones! Squad A and B, south side! Squad C and D, east side! The rest of you, take the north! I’ve got the west!"

The pegasi got to work. Within minutes, dark and stormy clouds were gathered and positioned to encircle the blaze. Rainbow Dash zipped around in a colorful blur the whole time, shouting out orders while somehow gathering more clouds than some of the squads.

Night whistled from his and Velvet’s hiding place. “Pride of the Wonderbolts, indeed.”

Velvet had to agree. “Didn’t she used to be a weather pony? I think that’s what the kids said.”

Night nodded. “More importantly, she’s the one that remembers everything she flies over. We should go before my illusion spell wavers.”

“Right.”

They slunk away quiet as they could. Leaving such a large mess behind left a sour taste in their mouths, but their attempts to take care of it themselves had encountered… issues. It turns out, knotting with your mate while you both have an insatiable libido leaves both of you a useless, horny mess. They’d been trying to separate for a while now, but their attempts had merely resulted in several ‘lightning rounds’.

“Almost… got it…” Night yanked backward with all his might. Velvet was holding on to a tree trunk for leverage, her swollen barrel brushing the ground with Night’s tugs. They’d lost count of how many times he’d cum inside her. “THERE!”

They pulled free at last. Night stumbled on his hind legs before resting on all fours. Velvet sagged to the ground in a heap, literal gallons of hot cum streaming from her flower. Some distant part of her was still clenching hard to keep all of it in, the flow pausing before then starting back up.

Night’s bulging knot receded back into his sheath. He sat on his haunches and stared at the thinning canopy, the smoky sky tinged with gray. “That… was intense.”

Velvet shot him a saucy look. She wiggled her curvy rear, opaque fluids thicker than molasses pooling around her legs. “Not as intense as I’d like.”

Annnnnnnnnd now he was harder than ever. “I-I… what in the world is happening to us?”

Velvet snickered. “Relax. You saw how the potion reacted when it poured in Ember’s blood, right? I’ll bet she was just in… dragon heat, or something. That’s a thing, right?”

Night raised a scaly brow. “...Dragon heat.”

“Yeah!” Velvet said.

“Which is somehow affecting me just as strongly, to the point I can barely stay outside of you.”

Velvet purred, her eyes drifting to his oversized package. “And how.”

Night didn’t know what to say. Rationalizing anything was difficult when the tantalizing allure of her scent made him feel so… primal. “What do we do?”

Velvet laughed. “Whatever we want! We’re dragons, aren’t we? Let’s leave the questions for later and have some fun!”

Night frowned. “Vel, we almost burned the forest down.”

“Yes, but we didn’t.” She picked herself up and went to him. “I want to make the most of this, Nighty. Can’t we put the fussing and worries aside just this once?”

“But—”

“We have a chance to experience something we may never get to again.” Velvet cupped his cheek. “Does it really matter why it’s happening? Can’t we just focus on having a good time right now?”

Night’s mouth was dry. Faint protests whispered in the back of his mind, but he couldn’t hear their words. Velvet’s voice, her touch, her warmth… she could’ve been saying anything in that moment, and he would’ve gone along with it. Her eyes drew him in without him even realizing it, their soft lips—

“Tag!” Velvet booped his nose. She scampered off into the brush, her silvery laughs trailing in her wake.

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…

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“Tag...” Night smirked. He sprinted off after her, his nose leading the way. “I’ll show you ‘tag’!”

They discovered many joys of draconic life in those twenty-four hours. Their strength and stamina was leagues beyond what they were used to, their boundless energy carrying them long into the night. They ran through moonlit acres of forest, swam in clear rivers and lakes, explored sparkling caves and ravines, and of course, tried their claws at flight. Thanks to Ember’s advice earlier, they were flying above the treetops and making their way towards Canterlot Mountain before they knew it. The thrill of surveying the world from above and seeing creatures flee before their shadows soon had Velvet trying to figure out how to swoop, but she insisted this was just to give something a proper spook.

They spent that night in the foothills east of the mountain. Shelter and warmth weren’t issues for mighty dragons, and as for food, the world was their buffet. They tried gems, rocks, dirt, poisonous fungi, rotting plants, tree bark, and even a fish Velvet managed to catch. They found some things to be more palatable than others (Night didn’t much care for sandstone) but in terms of edibility, there wasn’t anything off the table… not even the table itself.

And of course, there was also the sex. Frequent and spontaneous, the only impeding factor they encountered was the amount of flammable material nearby. They did every position they knew, every sexual act they could think of, and when they went through all those, they tried things they’d only heard about. Their eventual going to sleep was preceded by a romp that rivalled the one in the grove, even culminating in another knotting that saw them cumming until they passed out.

They were still lodged together when they woke.

After a morning and afternoon that passed far too quickly for their liking, it was time for them to revert to their normal forms. They assumed it would be Velvet who would change back first, but when her twenty-four hours came and went with nothing...

“Hmm…” Night double-checked his watch. “Did we get the timing wrong?”

Velvet shrugged. “Maybe the potion amounts were off? I didn’t see, uh… Zecora, measuring the amounts.”

Night rubbed his chin. “She did whip this up for us in a hurry. It’s possible she—”

He was cut off by a cough. Cold, slithering sensations welled up inside him like he’d swallowed a bag of snakes. The changes became apparent before long—his scales melted into a pony’s coat, his claws formed into hooves, his tail sucked into his body and became covered in sleek hair, and his beaklike snout widened into a pony’s muzzle.

Velvet chewed on her lip. “Okay, so looks like your amount was right.”

“It—cough—seems so!” He jolted as his horns combined into one. Suddenly, raw power seethed through the merged conduit, the energies orders of magnitude greater than his usual reserves. Enormous arcs of energy shot from his horn without warning to blast the mountain base half a mile away.

Velvet dove for cover behind a boulder. “Nighty!”

“SORRY!” He clamped down on his volatile magic. “I don’t know… what’s going on!”

Neither did Velvet, but she wasn’t about to stay in the line of fire. She stayed where she was until Night was back to normal in full… or at least, as ‘normal’ as he was about to get.

“Nighty…” Velvet’s eyes went wide.

The grey hairs in his mane were gone. His dark blue coat was bright and full. There was no tiredness to his posture, no fatigue to his voice. A wellspring of magic lurked beneath his calm exterior that she could feel pressing down on her. “A-Are you…?”

Night panted for breath. He looked over at Velvet, her scaly face poking out from her vantage point. “Alright, no more gallivanting. It’s fussing and worrying time.”