The Dragonsblood Elixir

Night and Velvet were discharged from the hospital that evening. Twilight insisted on sending a letter to the other princesses and Dragon Lord Ember about what had happened, which they unfortunately couldn’t talk her out of. They all made promises about being careful, shared some assorted plans for the future, and then a walk to the train station later, Night and Velvet watched their two youngest disappear in a magenta flash.

Night’s eyes lingered on where they’d been. “After all our years of worrying about them, now they’re worried about us.”

Velvet sighed. She looked into the sun towards Canterlot, her heightened vision spotting the city towers high above. “Life is funny like that sometimes.”

A Few Days Later-

The city of Canterlot never slept. The themes of day and night had become ingrained in the capital over the course of the centuries, from the architecture to the jobs to even the citizens themselves. Nocturnal and diurnal creatures went about their lives in a constant cycle, and the castle was always active and alive. The streets were always occupied, guards always patrolled the busy streets, and both private and public establishments stayed open to accommodate the populace.

The Department of Aviation and Aeronautics was almost always open because of this. It was quite easy to schedule appointments if you had business with them… but said business was always a headache of red tape.

“Here you are, Twilight Velvet.” The worker behind the desk handed over a brand new ID card. “This flyer’s license gives you clearance to fly within Equestrian public city airspace. This includes the Crystal Empire.”

Velvet was impressed at how nice the photo was. They’d used a special lens so her eyes didn’t get that weird reflective glow, but she hadn’t thought that would improve the quality. “Ha! My daughter’s going to be so jealous! She tried to apply for one of these when she got her wings, but they told her there’s no point because they’re issued in the princess’ name! She may as well write out her details on a scrap of parchment!”

The worker—a middle-aged thestral wearing half-moon spectacles—remained straight-faced. “As part of the royal family, you’re also cleared to fly through the restricted airspaces of Canterlot Castle, Ponyville Castle, and Crystal Empire Castle. However, be advised the west grounds of Canterlot Castle are often used to practice flight tactics by the soldiers. It’s recommended you either go around or acquire an escort.”

Velvet held back a sigh. She really hoped this mare wasn’t like this to everypony. “My husband and I have seen them zooming around like maniacs. I’ll steer clear.”

The worker grunted. “Lastly, keep in mind that should your husband or sons ever gain the permanent ability to fly, they’ll need their own flyer’s licenses. You’re free to shuttle them around until then.”

Velvet nodded. She took her ID in her magic, then sauntered towards the waiting idea with silent steps. The worker’s eyes lingered on Velvet’s glowing horns and cutie marks a moment, but remained silent.

Night was the only one in the waiting area. He didn’t notice Velvet enter, as his fuzzy muzzle was buried in a book. As she approached him, she couldn’t help but admire his enhanced physical features: his bright, kind eyes, his chiseled jaw, his broad and tufted chest, his powerful shoulders, his corded legs, his chiseled barrel, and of course, his long, hefty, bulging—

“Hey, you,” said Night.

Velvet shook her head clear. “Hey.” She came up and kissed his cheek. “I’m all done. I passed.”

Night blinked several times. Sure enough, the ID floating in Velvet’s grasp didn’t lie. “Wait, really? Already?”

Velvet twirled the ID in her aura. “Turns out getting your flying license isn’t hard if you study. I messed up a little on the flying course, but the questions were verbatim from the book.”

“Ha!” Night stretched his legs. “So much for this taking a while, eh?” He stood and gave her a kiss of his own. “I should’ve figured you’d breeze through. You’re as smart as you are beautiful, after all.”

“Oh, you.” Velvet swatted his chest. “By the way, did I leave my—” She answered her own question by spotting the gigantic bag of snacks by the chair. “I KNEW I left it out here!”

Night chuckled as Velvet went for her stash. “I wanted to bring it to you, but they said I couldn’t go in—”

Velvet wasn’t listening. She’d reached into the bag and pulled out the first thing she’d felt—a box of unshelled peanuts. She sank her teeth into the box and started eating it along with its contents, then proceeded to devour the rest of the snacks. She ate candy bars, dried fruit, pretzels, granola bars, pudding cups, gelatin, dried cereal, baby carrots, and more. She didn’t even bother to chew most of it, she just jammed it in her oversized maw and swallowed, packaging and all.

Night rolled his eyes. “I guess this is what Zecora meant by ‘consume’. Do you think your appetite’s still getting worse?”

Velvet burped as she finished her meal. “Dunno. Hey, can we stop for a refill on the way to the Spellcasting Bureau?”

Night raised an eyebrow. “We’re going out for dinner right after.”

Velvet shrugged. “I’m still hungry.”

It’d started after they’d gotten home from Ponyville. First there’d been increased snacking between meals. Then there’d been increased portions during meals themselves, midnight snacks, even more increased meal portions, near-constant grazing, still more increased portions at mealtime, and now this. Night wasn’t about to pretend like it was normal, but Velvet’s energy levels, mood, and wellness were at an all-time high.

“I figured you wouldn’t start having pregnancy symptoms for another week or two.” Night scratched his chin. “I’m no expert, but this is happening pretty fast.”

Velvet eyes fell to the floor. She put a claw to her still-slender barrel, her body still whispering for more. “I don’t know how to explain it, but… Zecora said I’d know best, and this feels right.”

Night exhaled out his nose. Dragon Lord Ember hadn’t been much help, unfortunately. About all her letter had said was the clutch would be laid after three hundred days, and should be laid somewhere hot.

“You know, there is one possible explanation.” Night came and put a hoof around Velvet, her warm, smooth scales a comfort at his side. “Ember used the term ‘clutch’ in her letter. That refers to a group of eggs, not just one. It’s possible we could be having multiples.”

Velvet hummed. She turned and gave him a deep kiss, her claws travelling through his shiny coat. “One can only hope,” she whispered.

Night grinned. They left the waiting area through a set of mahogany double doors and into the night mountain air.

It was a clear, warm evening. It was right around shift change time, meaning both the day and night crew were out and about in droves. Restaurants were serving both breakfast and dinner, coffee shops were being swarmed with commuters and students, and off in the distance, the magical insignia on the front gate of Canterlot Castle had switched from a sun to a moon.

“Let’s see…” Night summoned his trusty schedule. “We have plenty of time to get over to the Spellcasting Bureau, so we can swing by the store if you want—”

“I have a better idea.” Velvet spread her wings. “You know the cloudwalking spell, right?”

Night frowned. “Why?”

Velvet tittered. “Because we’re going to need it. C’mon, cast it and get under me. We’re going for a ride.”

Night’s eyes shifted back and forth. “You... do know how much I weigh now, right?”

A saucy look was Velvet’s only reply.

Memories of their increased ‘activities’ as of late made Night look away with a blush. “I don’t know why I…”

Velvet ran a wing down his back. “You must be feeling antsy. I know I am.”

Night shivered. He searched his memory for the cloudwalking spell before his focus slipped entirely. A fuzzy sensation swept over both of them as he cast the spell, then he shimmied underneath Velvet while ignoring the looks of passerby.

“Here we go!” Velvet cast her own spell to secure Night, then jumped up with her legs wrapped around him. They took off together with a great stirring of dust, the downdrafts of her powerful wings sending onlookers stumbling back. Night tucked in his legs and watched the ground fall away more and more, their eye level rising until the buildings were like a twinkling sea of lights below.

“See? Easy!” Velvet now started to properly ascend, able to put some real oomph into her flaps now that they were clear of the ground. She and Night rocketed into the sky while other flyers looked on.

The majority of Canterlot’s air traffic was within the first few hundred feet over the city. Everything past that was usually empty, and tonight was no exception. Velvet rose high over the commuters and errand-runners while searching for the next part of her plan. Night wasn’t really paying attention, for while Velvet was indeed looking all around… she was also doing something else.

“A-Ah…” Night hadn’t realized it at first, but one of Velvet’s legs was gripping him right around his sheath. Her ‘toe knuckle’ kept teasing him just the way he liked it, too, and it wasn’t long before his cock had slipped free. Her chest full of fire kept him warm, her strong, steady grip calmed his nerves, and her smoky scent made his pulse rise.

“There’s one!” Velvet spotted a poofy cloud near the mountain face. She ascended to its level after a few minutes of hard flapping, swatting the cloud with her tail to make sure Night’s spell worked. She then set down and sank into its plush surface.

“Ooooh…” Velvet ran her cheek along the cloud. “It’s like a big pillow!”

“Mmmf-mrph!” said Night.

“Whoops!” Velvet rolled off of him. “Sorry~”

Night spat out a bit of cloudstuff. The wind had wrought havoc on his usually-tidy mane, but it wasn’t a bad look. He met her eyes with a frazzled, eager look. “Don’t be.”

Velvet smirked. She watched him get to his hooves, his heavy, twitching stallionhood slapping up against his ribs. “My, my… you just keep getting bigger, don’t you?”

It was true. Night’s assets were fast approaching what he’d had as a dragon. His jet black shaft bobbed and swayed as it pulsed in time with his heart. His burgeoning nuts were the size of grapefruits, the smooth skin of his sack stretching as they grew more and more.

Velvet licked her lips. A thin but constant stream of pre was leaking from Night’s flared tip. “Good thing you’re immune to dragonfire.”

Night’s eager look drilled into her. Canterlot was a toy model below, Equestria stretched out to the horizon, and there wasn’t a single soul around but them. Night settled into Velvet’s winged embrace to share a long, hungry kiss, Velvet soon kissing down Night’s body—

But then Night surprised her. He shimmied underneath her again, this time face up… and his head right beneath her tail. Velvet’s heart skipped a beat as she felt Night grope her rump and flanks. A low purr escaped her as she let him tug her down, Night’s hot breath making her shudder as she settled her weight atop him.

Velvet was wetter than she’d been letting on. Her slit was a core of radiating heat that was desperate for attention, its scent and desire a feast for Night’s senses. He started with gentle kisses and licks along where Velvet’s hard scales gave way to soft, pliable flesh. Her tangy taste spurred him to probe deeper, his broad tongue snaking into her folds and lapping away. Velvet’s hot, soft, wet tunnel was different as a dragon in some ways… but the sweet spots hadn’t changed.

“Nighty…” Panting, Velvet positioned his twitching shaft and opened her hot, wet maw. She took Night’s tip into her mouth, her long, forked tongue wrapping around his length and tracing the throbbing veins. She teased his medial ring a moment before forming a tight seal and bobbing her head, always licking… savoring. Her every inhale clouded her mind with his dry, spicy scent as she sank down at a snail’s pace, her jaw stretching to take his size.

It took everything Night had not to thrust his hips. He thought he’d been erect, but it felt like his cock just swelled another few inches. Tingles of Velvet’s dragonfire sent pre spurting down her throat, and the tingles grew stronger the more of him she took. He could feel her vulva winking against his chin, spurring him to shove her ass down harder and wiggle his tongue against her walls.

Velvet moaned, long and lewd. She gulped down more inches of cockflesh, lips closing around Night’s medial ring as his tip grazed the back of her mouth. Fortunately, they’d learned in recent days dragons could control their gag reflex. She forced her head down without warning and let Night’s flare pop down her throat. The first fourth of his dick slid down with ease, her throat muscles rippling and squeezing.

Night’s eyes went wide. He groaned as his nuts churned and bloated with a surge of fresh seed. His sack already occupied most of the space between his thighs, but ‘most’ was swiftly becoming ‘all’ as seconds passed. His hips made little jerks despite his best efforts, sparks of magic jetting from his horn and making the cloud glow blue. He decided to reciprocate and wrap his lips around her clit. The gush of honey and accompanying squeal was expected… but the vibrations and sudden gout of tingling flame were another matter.

It was like going from zero to one hundred in an instant. Night saw white as his entire crotch was bathed in wonderful buzzes and tingles. Velvet’s only warning was Night going rigid before his legs wrapped around her in an iron grip and YANKED her down. Her snout was mashed into Night’s base, and she was given a perfect view of his giant nuts starting the first of many clenches. She felt his cock swelling an instant later, load after load of virile seed pumping into her stomach.

Night was seeing white. He was beyond thought or care—the only things that existed were his pleasure and Velvet’s pussy. His tongue was a thrashing, lashing, wriggling serpent slithering ever-deeper. It wasn’t long before he brought her to peak as well, yet even as she shuddered in his grip he kept going. Juices dribbled down his chin as he continued to explore her depths. Pints of cum came with every spurt of his cock, jetting from his tip like a garden hose. Where most others would have ended, he and Velvet were only starting—their lusts feeding into each other.

Velvet was lost in a floaty sea of fireworks. She swore Night’s nuts got bigger with each surge, gurgling and pumping more warm, thick essence down her throat. His tongue may have been driving her wild and making her spasm like mad, but she didn’t let a drop go to waste. She rode peak after peak while Night’s continued to drag on. Not even when the lack of air became apparent did she pull back at all, her greedy desires fixated on one thing.

It wasn’t until Velvet’s incessant hunger faded that Night’s climax did as well. His legs went limp to fall spread eagle, Velvet withdrawing with a gasp and rolling away. Night was allowed some air as well, the two of them wheezing and laying there in silence.

By the time Night was lucid enough to sit up, the last few aftershocks had coated his chest and barrel. He wiped his drenched muzzle with a wince. “Oh, jeeze… you said you’d memorized the Clean-it-Up spell, right?”

Velvet, finally sated for a while, opened her eyes and smiled. “What makes you think I’m going to let any of that go to waste?”

It was required that all Equestrian spellcasters be evaluated by the Equestrian Bureau of Spellcasting a bare minimum of every five years. There were a lot of reasons for this, but the most obvious was if you were packing a lot of magic, they wanted to make sure you knew how to use it. The Bureau used a ranking system determined by one’s present magical ability (Rank A the strongest, E the weakest) but it wasn’t unheard of for one’s rank to go up or down between evaluations.

Any creature too powerful to fit on the scale was given a separate designation—Rank S.

Velvet and Night glided in a lazy descent towards a six story building not far from the castle. Velvet hovered as low as she could so Night could drop down, then landed in short order beside him.

“You’ll be trying out for the Wonderbolts in no time at this rate,” Night said, nuzzling her. “Mmmmm, just the thought of you in one of those uniforms…”

Velvet laughed. “Eager again, I see.”

Night kissed the spines around her ears. “Can you blame me?”

Velvet hummed. They trotted inside the tall building together and followed the familiar signs towards the adult evaluation area. As they went, Velvet could feel Night’s magic tickling her now and again, his feather-light touch tracing along her wing joints.

“Stinker,” she whispered to him.

Night chuckled. “So many new ways to mess with you.”

Two could play at that game, of course. Velvet got him back as they turned a corner, her own magic tracing along his lower ribs. They were soon poking and teasing each other while trying not to make a sound.

The evaluation area was your typical front desk and waiting area. Posters and flyers for public magic programs were all over the walls, with a table in the corner holding dozens of colorful brochures and various kinds of magic-related info. There were a few unicorns and a handful of other spellcasting species in the waiting room, but the front counter itself was open.

Night and Velvet were still messing with each other when they walked in. The attendant was a thestral filling out some kind of paperwork, who didn’t look up as they approached.

“Hello!” Night said. "My wife and I are here to—snrrk, quit it—update our spellcasting licenses."

A glint of silver caught the attendant’s eye. He looked up and saw a very fidgety young stallion and a blushing dragoness with an impish look on her face.

“OH!” The attendant nearly dropped his papers. “W-We got a scroll from the castle about you two!”

Night couldn’t say he was surprised. “Great! I assume you need toooooo...s-see our current licenses?”

The attendant nodded. He accepted the two cards Night and Velvet provided in shaky auras, the words ‘RANK B’ etched on each of them. It might’ve seemed odd that Night and Velvet’s horns continued glowing, but that went unnoticed.

“I know the photo doesn’t—eep! You little—look like me.” Velvet tugged on Night’s tail right back. “Would seeing my flyer’s license help?”

The attendant’s eyes flicked between her and the photo. “Uh… l-like I said, the castle already gave us the heads up.” He put red stickers on the IDs and returned them. “You can head on back to Room 1C. Your evaluator is waiting for you.”

Night snickered and whispered something to Velvet. She swatted him and pushed them towards the back rooms, keeping in close contact all the while.

The corridors were quiet save for muffled voices beyond the doors. The few employees Night and Velvet passed did give lingering looks, but that just added to the thrill. Granted, it wouldn’t do to start going at it in the hallway… but fantasizing was another matter.

They managed to get to their eval room without pouncing on each other. Night was hard as a rock by now, and Velvet’s limber tail was flicking about.

“Okay… okay-okay-okay.” Night snuck in a heated kiss before putting his hoof on the door. “Truce?”

Velvet licked her lips. With magic, she blew a little flame heart against Night’s cheek. “For now."

They entered the large room to meet their examiner. They weren’t sure who they were given the princesses had gotten involved, but hopefully it wasn’t the no-nonsense, hypercritical rules lawyer that handled the Rank B evals. Celestia only hoped that old codger would retire soon—

“Hello again, Twilight Velvet and Night Light.”

Velvet and Night froze. There, sitting at the evaluator’s desk and looking over their magic files, was Princess Celestia herself.