Author's Note
This is my forty–first clopfic out of the many that were made using canon characters, this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms: however, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button; in light of recent events, I'm dead serious.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record that, like before My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; that is all, nothing more, nothing less.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact it took about less than three weeks to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site since I'd given in to fleshing them out completely at my expense; I hope you can appreciate the effort I'd put in writing it despite the gaffe and that we'd meet again soon, like before.
Oviparous Ones Only
A bright and starry night befell over the world, its inhabitants graced with the sights of much distant plasmas and a lone proximate crescent sharing the violet firmament. The only things that had dared to reach them but to no avail were mountainous megaliths open with heat and light more stagnant and fluid than thunderbolts and lightning. As a result of their beings’ fiber, an exertion of influence could be felt in every aspect of the environment and its very denizens alike, only fit for just one particular type. Even though there were patches of lush vegetation discovered within the landscape, almost every single one of them were currently dryly burned husks of their former selves. The rocky areas of were etched between themselves by deep crevasses and ravines filled with only both hot and cold minerals now coexisting in a stagnant metamorphosis. Compared to the water reflecting the lights above and nearby as they’d surrounded the landmass, molten extrusions flowed from the bases with their darkly vermilion glows. Although that aircraft and watercraft were found to be traveling near and far, they were few and proud like the marines brave and bold to conduct such malleable trafficking. Out of the many things lingering on within the atmosphere, ash and sparks were dancing lightly in the winds as they were carrying noisome aromas all throughout the area.
Speaking of which, there were a scant number of at least a couple dragons flying out and about freely, unbound by the gravity that held the world together. Defined amongst themselves were likenesses in fair dignity with common variations appearance: sizes, shapes, shades, scents, surfaces, and sights all in all. In spite of it all, whatever differences these uniformly lifeforms were enough for many potential observers to take note, contributing to the collective dearth.
Out of the many dragons caught within the star–spangled banner, a dark blue one flapped both wings against the winds without a care in the whole wide world beneath. Although both eyes were colored in a brilliant red, they were lacking in the taste of blood as far as its owner was concerned, especially with the dotted turquoise accents. Several spikes sticking out from the dark blue dragon’s forehead to the back were already tinted in sapphire, despite lacking in whatever starry sheen thereof so to speak. In any case, there were a set of horns hooking downwardly towards the solid earths and liquid seas as the both of them had shone about with their white–hot luminosity. Snugly donned upon the flier’s body were a uniform ensemble of gilded metals and chocolatey fabric hugging it; while covering much of it all, there were still openings.
“Hah… what a day; I’m glad its over: any longer and I would’ve cracked under pressure at the council…” the dark blue dragon snorted, soaring throughout the airstreams also flying around in the nightly landscape many likewise were found.
Either way, the flier’s words went unheard as the direction taken was set upon from the mass of scarce bystanders flapping about against the wind; needless to say, the lone individual had wasted no time whatsoever in fleeing from the smoking area abaft the line of eyesight almost immediately.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, everything was, by and large, more in tune with nature: the lack of concentrated heat was one significant indicator. A flock of birds were found to be taking itself to a high level within their new flightpath, singing their hearts out and about as they traveled on and about. Within the dream drop distance of life was a large sea of green, each of its fiber now in various combinations already creating a bewildering camouflage. The calm gentle breeze traversed throughout the herbage inside of them as the luscious landscape remained loud and proud of its structured foundation. For every piece of vegetation dwelling within had usually contained a plant capable of providing either nourishment or mortality to any living being. Given the immense size of such acreage, it had seemed that the sheer probability of finding anyone residing in here was rather nonexistent to a fault. Dense moisture of the dewdrops was being formed on the surface upon the many green grasses housing the floras currently overwhelming themselves. All that was left to complete this very scene was at least a stray pedestrian in any varying state of being traveling throughout the area for whatever reason.
Standing at the edge of the forest a few dozen meters where life roamed wild was a tall lone lime equine, unperturbed by the halfway omnipresent nocturne. Rather than a mane, the bystander had a pair of mandibles protruding from the forehead as they radiated a light brilliant orange matching ears and a chest. The lime equine had donned a midsection adorned with an emerald splashed glycosaminoglycan front with sheathed shards of fuchsia matching both eyes. All that was worn over the bystander’s waistline were a pair of hot pink board shorts shimmering about in the moonlight, both white strings tied up in a bow.
The lime equine had soon turned towards the steady waters inside of a lake, bearing the glossy reflection of the firmament directly above, alongside with part of its surrounding environment. The calm sandbanks were the only barrier standing to go in between the two elements thereof, each composed of innumerable specks around the way as they stood still amongst the very earth. Watching over the stationary front was a small yet rock solid gray stones where darkness loomed on and about without a care in the turning world that they had been already a part of nonetheless.
The lonely bystander shivered slowly and sighed softly, “it’ll be midnight soon enough: I’m really getting nervous; what if she’s running late…?”
Sure enough, the lime equine suddenly found what had appeared to be an answer: the sudden rustling in the bushes had instantaneously gotten the observer standing on endwise at once; however, a silent response had spoken much too soon when the dark blue dragon popped up.
At long last, the identity of the very visitor was now walking seamlessly towards the observant bystander, caring little of the sound recently made by the former just earlier ago that had prompted the latter to show such caution; still, the ruby orbs were accented by gentle blushing. The sudden appearance of the dark blue dragon just recently had made the lime equine loosen up slowly, currently relieved to find a friendly face currently bringing the latter warmth to the visage as it’d started overwhelming the sheer cold which had initially maintained dominance.
“Evening, Thorax; sorry for the delay: had to wait until much of the populace was asleep, even dad…” the steady visitor greeted aloud to the aforementioned bystander, leaving behind a small trail of leaves in the former’s wake, “how was your day…?”
“Stressful: it’s been almost a year since I’d taken the throne; who knew that it would be such a strenuous task to lead my entire kind into a new direction…?” the lime equine instantaneously answered with an exhausted sigh soon escaping from the muzzle at once.
The dark blue dragon wasted no time in checking their surroundings before replying to Thorax, “I agree, the whole notion of change is quite invigorating: to tell you the truth, I’d almost never had been able to get to where I am now…”
“What do you mean by that, Ember: did something happen to you on the way here; can you please tell me?” the lime equine inquired with newfound trepidation in regards to the titular traveler’s tersely talkative text, “you’re not making any sense here…”
“I’m getting to that now; growing up with my father as the Dragon Lord, it’d meant learning firsthand what it means to be a member of the species: how to act, what to say, where we live, who to choose, what have you…” the dark blue dragon had circumspectly answered Thorax almost rather immediately so to speak of.
Beads of sweat escaped from the tepidly lime equine as deep exhalation took formation before sighing, “sounds like something we both have in common, not just with our existence but also with our parents…”
“What do you mean by that, Thorax…?” Ember soon snidely scoffed at what the eponymous bystander had just spoken not too long ago, “forgive me for saying this but it’s not like you have any idea what it’s like to be a dragon…”
“You’re right, I have no idea what it’s like to be one, truthfully speaking of course; I did have a mother: Queen Chrysalis…” the lime equine gasped, slowly wiping away the sweat right off from the brow they’d been grown from earlier.
This had made the dark blue dragon raise an eyebrow, prompting a response immediately, “Queen Chrysalis… that name seems to sound familiar; isn’t she like the ruler of Equestria or something…?”
“Ruler, yes, but not of Equestria…” Thorax said to Ember without hesitation, keeping a straight face unlike before so to speak, “for as long as I can remember, I’d thought about what I’d wanted to do with my life ever since hatching: I never knew much of the outside world, aside from reconnaissance, let alone all of Equestria; as far as I’d seen it, she’d said it was full of love. I wish I could’ve said the same for the others of my kind before that fateful day; even without that, I’d always considered myself different, something that every one of my peers took note of: even my brother Pharynx knew of this nonconformist personality I’d possessed. Although that he’d tormented me over it, I’d still held onto the hope that our mother would still love me in spite of it; after all, I figure it’s what parents do best, no matter what their offspring become or where they’d end up in their lives. To be honest, I’d never imagined how much or how little she’d loved me or any of us, let alone cared but more on that later; anyways, we were all sent out to observe the outside world, all in an attempt to observe Equestria far and wide before she could take over: the most experienced of her spies were at their game for years, observing its subjects for years before I was sent out too. My first assignment was to Canterlot, the capital city: I’ve been there for only months, disguising myself as one of the denizens, an earth pony by the name of Crystal Hoof with an internship at their jewelry shop; that’s how I was able to learn about the history of the city. Deep within the mountain where the city had been built, there were a series of caverns that used have so many gemstones of different shapes, sizes, colors, and sheen: I believe this is how they were once able to gain all this wealth since their inception, not just by mining them but also exporting them as well; of course, all of it changed centuries later when they were stripped bare.”
“Sorry to stop you there, but they used to have gems back then?!” the dark blue dragon had exclaimed, catching the lime equine off–guard.
Nevertheless, Thorax persisted, unfazed by Ember’s interruption, “yes and it was a long time ago: it’s safe to say after the resources were exhausted, they were sealed off to be forgotten, at least until my kind had stumbled across them. Word ended up reaching Chrysalis’ ears and that’s when she’d decided to make the plan more fleshed out: she’d wanted to disguise herself as one of the Princesses’ niece, Mi Amore Cadenza and use her wedding to attack them; considering my personal experiences observing the entire populace, it’d have been easy to mold me into the perfect changeling soldier my mother wanted. Undoubtedly, I’d felt rightfully torn between two separate but equally troubling sides of the whole ordeal therein: on the one side, I still seen myself loyal to my Queen and our kind, despite my overall differences from the rest; on the other, however, I couldn’t help myself but to feel guilty with her whole plan and the lives she’d have affected. Some days before our mother had given the signal, I’d kept my distance from the castle where Chrysalis would launch her strike: in the meantime, the only wish I had was for the whole invasion to fail so I wouldn’t have to ruin oh so many innocent civilian lives; needless to say, it’d have seemed that it was granted, all in the form of our opponents’ champions stepping it on up. Quaint that my silent desires for me not to hurt anyone on that day had resulted in so many of my kind to flee from the whole capital: even after my mother was defeated by them, she’d wanted nothing more than to launch another attack and seek revenge all at once; I was one of the few whom didn’t let myself become part of the counter–strike majority, let alone join them if at all. Of course, that meant fleeing the hive instantly, no longer wanting to see another one of my kind ever again, even if they’d been willing to join me or had second thoughts prior so to speak; needless to say, I’d found myself in the frozen parts of the Queen’s enemy nation uninhabited, or at least until some other city appeared out of nowhere and taken shape deep inside the tundra.”
“You’re kidding, right?!” the dark blue dragon interjected again, this time with feelings of shock and incredulity before regaining composure again like before, “sorry, it’s just that I have a hard time believing the notion of cities disappearing and reappearing whenever it feels like it; you can continue…”
“It’s alright, I had a hard time believing it myself; it’s kind of ironic that a member of mine species’ innate ability to switch whichever forms more fitting for whatever situation happens to see something appear out of the blue without any kind of warning but it’d happened: either way, I’d figured with this new community, I’d be safer there…” the lime equine had continued on.
It wasn’t long until Ember had asked Thorax calmly than prior, “were you safe and from whom…?”
“I was and not just from my former Changeling compatriots and Chrysalis here, but also those whom would remember what she’d attempted…” the lime equine had answered the dark blue dragon’s question without any hesitation overall, “speaking of which, I’d seen the very ponies far too soon again: the very same champions as well as the brother of one of them and his wife. Even without their presence, I’d still sense the foreboding negativity dominating the unfamiliar territory I’d found myself into; apparently, I’d heard through the grapevine whatever’s in the city may as well be responsible for its sudden reappearance here: a millennium prior, a similar pony by the name of Sombra took over the empire and enslaved its inhabitants before being defeated. Not wanting to risk a fight with such a pony, let alone be reminded why I’d left the Changeling hive, I’d stayed on its outskirts: for at least a year, I’d kept myself out of sight and mind in the hopes that I wouldn’t be so easily discovered, like in Canterlot; even at the very risk of starving to death out in the literal cold no less, I wanted nothing more than to avoid conflict nevertheless. Still, even I grew tired of the loneliness and hunger of this solitary life I’d lived throughout this time, wishing only for strength – be if the desire for the friends or will to return home in shame; the former had won out, prompting me to adopt the very same façade I’d once built up back in Canterlot in the hopes and dreams I had to being realized in part and parcel so to speak of.”
“Did you ever wonder what the Changeling would’ve done had you given up and gone home instead…?” Ember had inquired again at once.
Thorax took in another deep breath prior to replying in turn, “as much as I’d been reluctant to admit it, yes: had you knew what my mother was like at all, even you would be rightfully afraid, especially considering what she was capable of; any slights against her, no matter how small or corporeal, would’ve been enough to get on her bad side. Despite this, even I’d held onto the hope that she still would’ve missed me nonetheless, like I’d said before, Ember; what I’d never counted on was what would happen between then and my return to the old place I’d once called home: making my first friend and finding out what became of him months after I’d first met him.”
“You mean Spike, right…?” the dark blue dragon gasped slightly, both eyes widened about with a shared realization regarding the twosome, “somehow the story is making a whole lot of sense in hindsight: the fact our lives and that of our respective kinds were changed by the very same dragon no less; still, how did he affect your life…?”
“Obviously by being true to me when nobody else was willing to give me a chance; I still didn’t blame the others, not even that Captain whom I’d seen a year after the Crystal Empire reappeared: I could sense the memories of what had been done to him as well as his friends and family, especially Twilight, the poor pony…” the lime equine had elaborated so to speak of.
A slight grimace grew accustomed to Ember’s face even as the voice from it all just betrayed whatever expectations came into whatever observer’s mind, “forgive me for saying this but what does Princess Twilight have anything to do with this…?”
“Apparently the whole reason why he’d became friends with me: learned so much from the likes of her, which might explain what had made him so different from the rest, no offense…” Thorax responded without any sign of fear whatsoever, in spite of the lingering bloodshot fading away, “he’d once told me of what had happened at the wedding they’d all attended a year prior.
His friend’s big brother was engaged to the Princesses’ niece I’d mentioned earlier, the very same pony the Queen had kidnapped and impersonated for the whole invasion plan to work; apparently, Twilight was the only pony in attendance to have noticed the difference between Cadance and the impostor’s form, at least from her past observations since her return to the city. It’s safe to say when Twilight saw Chrysalis brainwashing him, she’d decided to blow the whole thing out of the water immediately: at that rate, it would’ve been enough to thwart the entire mission completely seeing her earned accolades as the Bearer of Magic; of course, I wasn’t prepare for the shocking twist that had came next when everyone else became privy to it all.
It’d seemed my mother played the part so well every one of Twilight’s friends and family along with Princess Celestia were fooled: by taking the impostor’s side, they’d left their only defender out in the cold at the former’s mercy, or lack thereof so to speak; of the deserters, Spike was amongst the very party, following all the rest of them so that he wouldn’t be excluded as well.”
“That little shrimp left her behind to deal with your mother’s farcical performance; and I'd thought that purple pony was the pathetic one but him: where did he get off choosing that invader over his caretaker of who knows how many years…?” the dark blue dragon indignantly snorted at what the lime equine had stated, the former’s grimace solidifying after looking away at once.
Thorax looked downward in shame and said to Ember bravely default, “I know but it’s not like he was completely proud of it, at least from what he’d told me; after all, it’s no different than having to take part in my former Queen’s deceptive plan, even though I’d no intention of hurting anyone back then. Still, I’d understood why because of how young and naïve he was, something I can easily relate to considering how Chrysalis had played them all like an entire string symphony of fiddles great and wide; it’s probably safe to say I’m rightfully glad that she didn’t win in the end as she’d hoped to or else things could’ve been so much different like how she could’ve ended my life.”
“What, but why go so far?!” the dark blue dragon coughed out in shock, a small cloud of smoke and fire escaping from the maw as its owner pointed skyward to avoid inflicting any damage to either the herbage or the lime equine, “I thought that changeling was your mother or something; I never considered she’d dare to go this far, let alone try…!”
“Like I’d said, had you known what I’d known, my mother would’ve stopped at nothing to get what she’d wanted: taking over Equestria was all that she’d ever wanted because it was so filled with love ripe for the picking and choosing; of course, even I was morbidly shocked to hear her admit to feeding us all such certain lies…” Thorax had mustered up the strength to talk to Ember.
This made the dark blue dragon raise an eyebrow and growled, “like what…?”
“The idea that stealing the love from other beings would feed us all yet learning that it’d held back our true potential as a species shocked me on that day…” the lime equine explained, also looking at the stars above themselves now lost in cerebration, “of course, you would’ve known about it earlier this year since I’d told you about it; even so, I was still haunted by the truth. Even though I had others by my side to guide them throughout former hive, I still worried about two things: the fear of given to my hurtful hunger and the fact that former Queen of our would remember my shameful defection; both of which paled in comparison to how far she was willing to go in getting what had been wanted, whether at the expenses of other beings or her own kind.”
“That’s too fucking much, even for me: we dragons may be a lot of things in the eyes of other beings – annoyances, plagues, burdensome, even promiscuous by a small fraction but even we drew the line at certain things being done to our young; I’d know it best because my mother once shielded me in my youth…” Ember choked out, a small fluid threatening to escape the left eye.
This made the Thorax return attention from the nightly firmament and ask, “what do you mean by that…?”
“Contrary to what every single dragon has been led to believe about me, there was a reason I’d no need for friendship at first, let alone a time for weakness…” the dark blue dragon steadily spoke out to the lime equine, carefully regaining control of internal heartbeat at once, “despite being hatched from the strongest of dragons, I’d was an only hatchling and a weak one at that. Most dragons that were hatched usually take a long time to grow, starting out small for over an entire decade before they’d molted; in my case, I was no different from the rest, at least until it was my time, something that I’d been foolish to think wouldn’t happen: it was only at least before I was just even ten, a little too soon by average so to speak, especially in my dad’s eyes. I’d remembered the day when it’d came to pass – the stone scales spread, the uncontrollable fire burps, the shifting vocal pitches, the unbearably rotten stench, and the involuntary delocation; all of this had become a part of the nothingness compared to what it’d led up to, at least as far as I’d been concerned: the day a roc came for my scented body and whom had been lost in the process. Even though it was normal for us dragons to leave our nest as soon as our kind began molting, our parents still made sure we live; this was something that I’d learned far too well at a young age, a day in which I would live and relive in infamy ‘til I live no more: in order for a weakling such as myself to live long and prosper, my mother, may she rest in power, fought it off at once. From that day in due time, as my father became the Dragon Lord, I swore to myself never to let myself succumb to any of my weaknesses ever again for as long as I lived: that also meant spitting whatever sadness away and not relying on things like hiding behind my father’s influence or the notion of friendship, lest I would end up reliving that painful part of history. For so many years, it did work, especially for a dragon since they could fly, resist small bruises, and breathe fire for the most part; of course, there was only so much that I can only do and even I knew that it was only but a matter of time until he step down: although I’d been able to push past my limits here and there, even I was reluctant to admit that raw strength alone wasn’t enough. Nevertheless, I had only one simple goal and that was to succeed my father as the new Dragon Lord, something many related to; however, he remained rightfully aware of my past performances, fearing that the course he’d leave behind would be too much: Torch wouldn’t allow someone so weak to succeed him, even if one of them had made it to the bitter end. Despite his attempt to deter me from competing, my resolve was unwavering, pushing me into defying an order and joining them: as much I’d wanted nothing more than to reach the scepter no matter what, there were a few times my journey nearly concluded; of course, what happened next was nothing short of a foregone conclusion as you can plainly see, especially regarding Spike. With the help of his Equestrian friends, not only did he save me, he was the first to touch it, despite looking so young and weak: as much as I’d wanted to curse myself for being so foolhardy, I was nothing but grateful and inspired by his own achievement; after all, they’d reminded me of why I’d became the dragon today so to speak of, let alone why I’d lived since.”
“Wow, that’s kind of a story; I don’t even know what to say about it…” Thorax said, tears forming much to Ember’s dismay.
In spite of it, the dark blue dragon went to the lime equine’s muzzle and had whispered only raspy, “swear that you won’t tell anyone else about it; it must become a part of our little secret…”
“What do you mean by that: what part exactly, Ember…?” Thorax whimpered, unnerved by the otherwise stern impression currently left upon by the aforementioned traveler, “I don’t understand…”
“Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say otherwise; I want to keep this a surprise for you so please, don’t ruin it…” the dark blue dragon answered sensually, a suggestion the lime equine took heed to almost immediately and expectantly.
Seeing they were still standing, Ember had wasted no time closing the distance against Thorax’s presence, their eyes accented by blushing considerably. As the twosome finally had grown closer to one another, even the light and air became heavy and dense with every breath they’d taken in such short time. Therein, their mismatched mouths slowly opened up with the lime equine’s eyes closed, their mutual proximity plain to see, thanks to the lights over. In little time whatsoever, they’d soon surrendered themselves to each other’s amorous intentions, gently wrapping the arms around their targets’ backs. Neither of them had dared to relent, spending over a minute or so tongue–tied amidst the very embrace as their conjoined passions started flourishing. While many would’ve been willing to make a double take at the sight of it all, the very loneliness amongst the duo was something they quickly cherished. Olfactories were starting to shift into a higher gear as Thorax picked up on the firey fragrance emanating from the very likes of the dark blue dragon. Of the twosome in question, the lime equine felt the entirety of the body trembling about from the act of returning Ember’s kiss despite asymmetry. Details alone couldn’t even be enough to describe whatever they were thinking so to speak of, at least not yet from Thorax’s perspective, or lack thereof.
The juxtaposition amidst the duo was something that the lime equine had taken note of, ruminating of how angular and warm the dark blue dragon’s mouth was at this moment in time, “so this is how her kind kiss: I’m amazed that she can control her own flames, let alone regarding her contact with a changeling such as myself; is this her being considerate to me…?”
“Now then, here comes the next phase…” Ember chuckled tepidly after breaking away from their shared kiss, stepping back from Thorax and turning her attention to the armor already worn; even though the former became isolated, the elation still ran high as the latter cast a serene reflection, “no more holding back; you’re not a hatchling any more…”
“Is it time yet: can I open them now…?” the lime equine had asked the dark blue dragon almost hesitantly, just as the latter started to shed the gilded armor the former witnessed not too long ago.
As much as the sounds of clanging metalwork against the ground underneath themselves began to invade Thorax’s ears, Ember’s command was to be heeded no matter whatever circumstances that came to be, even as the latter had already made it clear to the former with but a playful snort, “not yet…”
“The suspense is killing me…” the lime equine cerebrated, picturing what would be released from the framework of the dark blue dragon’s armor before being allowed to reopen his eyes for confirmation, “Ember…?”
“Okay, you can look now; what do you think…?” the titular traveler talked, thrusting Thorax back into throwing both of the thistle eyes back onto the former almost instantaneously so to speak; the fact the latter was free to look again did little to prepare the synapses for what happened to be shown on display.
The dark blue dragon was now in the altogether completely, freed from constrictions of the metal suit which had been rested aside: the buoyant bosoms bearing from its owner’s torso served as yet another difference between the twosome presently accounted for; in addition, the lime equine had taken note of the sharpened musculature over the otherwise surprisingly feminine formation.
Although captivated by Ember’s steady decision to bare it all to Thorax, he’d remained hesitant at the supple form and the density within her chiseled body initially hidden away, sputtering about, “I’m sorry but do you always tend to go swimming in the nude…?”
“Only in the lava; it’s what we dragons do best: otherwise, even our strongest armors would melt in the magma and stick to us…” the dark blue dragon had answered with a snide smirk prior to starting a walk backwards to the water abaft, inviting the lime equine to follow, “besides, even that wouldn’t be something you changelings can endure that easily, let alone at all, no offense…”
“None taken: even we have our own weaknesses, just like every other lifeform on this planet…” Thorax replied as Ember began to sink her legs into the blue, the otherwise bright scales now becoming tinted in tickled pink when she’d begun to embrace the warmth all the way up to the umbilicus, the very same in which her darker nubbins had reached outwardly into his direction.
Amongst the sand and fog, the lime equine wasted no time whatsoever in joining the dark blue dragon into the lake, the former’s integument also shimmering with heat due to such differences between themselves when they’d both become saturated by the abundant heat and moisture overwhelming their collective atmosphere as the achromatic liquid cleansed and cloaked about. Both of its occupants had taken the precious moments to wrap each other around in a loving embrace once more, this time with feeling as they became soft and wet from the heated lake they were currently inside of, no longer bound by the thick solids like and unlike Ember’s armor or the apprehension previously dominating Thorax’s mind as it’d already done in the past therein. Carefully at ease with their collective state of being, the two tongues had danced around against each other as they were both vying for dominance as their owners’ faces were burning brightly both internally and otherwise from the very passionate ordeal, amplified by the hot temperatures of water around their waistlines and its vapors wafting up to the lonely inhabitants’ eye levels.
The dark blue dragon cautiously examined the lime equine’s translucent wings with her claws as they’d unfurled behind its owner’s back, glittering about in the star–spangled banner of nightfall; needless to say, she was still gentle enough not to inflict damage onto his hindwings in any shape or form whatsoever, something which had put the latter further at ease with the former thereof.
Ember commented silently toward a satisfactory yearning, “his body feels so hard yet delicate; I bet this might be what it’s like to be a changeling in this day and age: Thorax’s smells like a tree and his wings are like leaves dancing in the wind…”
“Ember’s rough around the edges yet she’s soft when it comes to her scales; it’s like what she’d said before; her body can withstand it…” the eponymous explorer ruminated unanimously to his findings, using lightweight limbs yielded to the dark blue dragon’s scales, “could it even be possible that her physique might be the reason why she’d been so tough on the outside now…?”
“Thorax, lose ‘em; I want you to take me…!” she’d hissed softly into the aforementioned listener’s ear upon breaking away from their mutual kiss, transferring one of her claws from his wings to point at the singular article of clothing worn by himself alone.
Although caught off–guard, he’d smiled softly as the pink board shorts over the waistline had quickly succumbed to the turquoise aura, enveloped by both the flames and photons alike prior to unsheathing a prepuce underneath the dissipating textiles; afterwards, it’d felt like his body was already extended towards Ember’s body without even touching her concealed depressive loins.
Now that they were both in the altogether, Thorax asked the dark blue dragon, “how do you wish to continue…?”
“My tits, please suck on them first: they’re feeling quite hot and heavy here…” she’d said, pushing up her bust with her forearms and hands towards the lime equine with a newfound concupiscence burning bright in both eyes, “do it…”
He’d bent forward face first back Ember, this time taking aim at her cleavage as he’d started to fondle them slowly with his tongue, making her moan slightly from contact. Soon, the dark blue dragon felt herself hardening as Thorax had begun suckling onto her figure, leaving behind some ribbons of salivation on her own barely bound bosoms. Her moaning then intensified when the lime equine started chewing over the ords, causing both irises to widen at bit and some dentition to flash across the muzzle instantly. In spite of the suddenly sharp and somewhat slightly stinging spasms, Ember held on firmly as he remained latched on her bust’s endings, savoring it all despite gentleness. As a result of Thorax’s unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air had traveled in and out of the dark blue dragon at various speeds and concentrations responsive to him alone. With the lime equine was accompanied by the lone legatos of her emissions, he’d gotten a taste of its contents, the latter smiling about as the former drank away its liquids.
“Mm…” he’d moaned, catching droplets of white from Ember as she released her grip off of the cleavage, something in which he did the same.
Gently flapping both wings, the dark blue dragon slowly rose from the water and displayed her undercarriage again, the compounds escaping from between her glistening legs and talons; Thorax was stunned by decision she’d made but remained still as the former had spoke to him, “are you ready to eat me out, big boy…?”
“I would but how will you be able to support yourself in the meantime…?” the lime equine speedily replied, looking at her in midflight out of newfound concern from within, “I don’t want to let you get hurt in the process because of me…”
“Relax, us dragons are stronger than you may be willing to think; besides, I have a plan: hold my legs in place while my wings are still in the air…” Ember had chided him while carefully wrapping both of her legs around his neckline even as she’d still hovered adjacently in midair nevertheless.
Gripping the scaly lower limbs of the dark blue dragon, Thorax’s tongue currently had quickly slipped out his muzzle and slowly slid it deep in her sheath. Soon, the heat and gravity increased around her since the lime equine began lapping the contents of her loins, resting a lonely claw over his orange mandible. As soon as Ember felt his muzzle and tongue tickling her before slowly slithering it all in, she’d moaned slowly yet loudly at how narrow it was to himself. Even so, Thorax ran his very tongue right around the dark blue dragon’s thighs briefly as they, too, were soon beginning to spread wider for him to explore. The lime equine barely helped himself but drooled every time he’d went sliding in and out of her undercarriage repetitively, his hands still acting as support. In no time, Ember delivered out more of her small moans, turning into loud yelps of happiness since the depths of her sheath were tampered by him alone. The sheer cold from Thorax’s expedition soon caused the achromatic fluids to squirting from the dark blue dragon’s loins to his warmly taste buds in return. As this was happening, her wings flapped harder than initially in an attempt to avoid collapsing onto the water beneath and taking the lime equine with her. Even with him still holding onto Ember’s body, she’d remembered to released herself from his possession and get reacquainted with the heat and moisture.
Needless to say, the dark blue dragon was sweating more profusely than before, each drop more than capable to break the ice more sharply as the lake they were; composing herself once more with lingering licentiousness, she spoke softly with a shrewd slurping about, “you know, it’s amazing that you’re so good at pleasing a dragon…”
“You’d also surprised me myself; even the whole thing was ingenious: I’ve read about pegasi couples trying out such kinks…” Thorax gulped as he’d felt his own body starting to harden itself from the whole ordeal she’d just put him through only recently, “how did you find the time to learn such a technique…?”
“That’s on a need–to–know basis: even as a Dragon Lord, females such as a myself never tells too much; with that said, why don’t you rest at the edge so I can have a taste myself please…?” Ember snickered as the lime equine was directed to the edge of the lake were her.
As he went to the edges of the water, the dark blue dragon followed after him, both lifeforms brimming about with love and lust in their eyes as they’d burned brightly amidst the atmosphere. Thorax sat down and gave her a full glance of his moist shaft: a full yet imbalanced gradience from green to orange; although it’d possessed the texture of a popsicle, it was anything but cold. With a profligate grin, Ember couldn’t afford quietly giggling to herself since she was salivating about over the hot water it’d splashed upon, a sign her concupiscence was now taking control.
Initially, the dark blue dragon placed her hands and kneaded the yard around playfully like a joystick; before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out the mouth and slowly slid about; somewhat helplessly, all that the lime equine could do was rest one of his hands on her sapphire spikes, stroking and patting about based on the movement she’d made from licking him around.
It didn’t take long for him to grit his teeth when she’d now forwarded her very mouth in as he blushed about, whispering in the open air, “ahh…”
Ember enjoyed the fact that her own tongue was stimulating and syphoning Thorax’s prepuce even to the point where he’d spreaded his legs a bit further to give her more room to lick around. The lime equine could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt the dark blue dragon’s hot and heavy lips around his shaft before being nestled between her massive bosoms. Now with his yard sliding throughout ‘til its point soon became seen underneath the adjacent chin, she’d currently started squeezing both sides of her bust mutually with such maniacal glee. Ember started swaying them up and down concomitantly while her tongue started to slip through and out below her lips before reaching the tip of Thorax‘s prepuce, bringing up more salivation. The lime equine started to become aroused at what the dark blue dragon did, only this time his soft moaning was the only sound being heard, planting in the thought of going inside her at once.
“Ohhh…!” she’d moaned hungrily as it wasn’t long until her sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated shaft caused it to splatter across her very neckline and then dripped downward between her bared cleavage while commenting about, “shoot your hot cum all over my tits…!”
“Unf…!” Thorax had sighed loudly as he’d watched Ember becoming caked further with his own colorfully translucent fluid.
Smoke started to escape from the dark blue dragon’s nostrils as she sank back into the blue, this time rinsing away the extract the lime equine before rising back up to lie next to him and show off her haunches in full view, resting face forward away from his face and toward the foilage panting about, “before you finally fuck me, how about a little foreplay; eat my rump out please?”
“Oh, my… that’s kind of unexpected: I’d never managed you’d want that now, let alone ever…” he’d said almost instantaneously with his face already brightened up in shock as she’d started wagging her tail in anticipation, “I also am feeling rightfully nervous about the whole thing now…”
“It’s easy, just don’t be afraid to get your tongue in the groove: just make some small circles around my butthole before pushing inward; even I can trust you to do that, Thorax…” Ember had said toward the titular traveler, her flowerbed of a few differentiable entryways still within full view for the likes of him to see them glimmering with its watery accents pulled down by gravity.
Hesitantly with the same tongue from before, the lime equine jutted into the dark blue dragon again, sending tingles through her body as she shut both of her own eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans. She’d reopened them both to look back quickly, watching in contentment now he’d held onto her fundament firmly in his grasp with his muzzle buried inside at once running around and within thoroughly. Thorax still latched onto Ember despite stopping to lap at the adjacent loins directly underneath her bare breech, bringing out more pleasure each time his tongue switched back and vice versa repetitively. Soon, the dark blue dragon felt her saliva curling down from the corner of her lips with the mere sensation of the lime equine’s exploration gave way to hunger and thirst, a deep desire to return the favor. In the meantime, he’d stretched her haunches wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to give out another loud moan as smoke generated from both nostrils again, albeit only greatly. Ember started gurgling about at the thought of wanting Thorax to enter her soon, the dribble from his very tongue surpassed the point of wishing she would’ve done more to support herself before then. The dark blue dragon attempted to reach down to her wet undercarriage and had started furbish it rhythmically as the lime equine began permeating throughout her an illustrious manner, slurping and licking.
As his saliva dripped down to the abyssal fundament, he’d listened to her cry out with joyful lasciviousness with warmth entering all those folds altogether; she couldn’t hold herself firm any longer from the continuous onslaught orchestrated by him before the former began to give out a slobbering moan, “mm…”
“Please shove your hard cock in there already, will ya?!” Ember barked voluptuously after taking in another licking from Thorax‘s tongue, prompting him to relent, release and retract himself from her breech as he’d prepared to take a stand once more; needless to say, his yard now took its place abaft, “let me be your dirty little whore, Thorax; I’d love taking it up my slutty butt…!”
A blushing grin was flexed from the dark blue dragon as she’d started feeling the lime equine’s moist prepuce near the upper crevice of her haunches, deepest and dankest desires to be fulfilled. With him still holding firmly onto her fundament stretched wide, he’d taken his shaft and had plunged it in through slowly and progressively which had leisurely aroused her despite the stress. Since the still supersaturating saliva deep inside Ember’s narrowly tight breech was acting as an emollient, she’d felt more pleasure each time Thorax slowly rubbed against her scaly formation. The dark blue dragon wavered around and gave out vastly little, high–pitched moans from her lips, yelping in happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine thanks to the lime equine. Even he could barely help himself but grunt, pant, and moan every time his thrusting yard was puncturing throughout her haunches, wriggling around like a lavish caterpillar despite textures.
“AHN…!” cried Thorax as he’d slid his yard all the way into Ember’s already salivated haunches and felt himself escape: this time, its tickled pink warmth began conjoining with his cold salivation within the spiked abyss; still, its reminiscence of typhoon force winds drilled deeply in her with great pleasure, compelling herself to shoot a burst of flames into the open air.
After the fire died before themselves, the dark blue dragon finally collapsed onto the earth as she was lying upon the fertile earth, weakened and vulnerable, thanks to the lime equine whom had been drenched in perspiration alongside her; despite this, she’d still found the strength to speak, “I’m a slut dragon…”
“Oh, Ember…” he’d chuckled softly, laying next to her as the heat of the night sat back in around themselves, this time unperturbed by their past performance, “you’re so dirty and I love it…”
Straightaway snuggling in soaking sweat, slavering salivation, and secreted saps shared and served simultaneously, Thorax and Ember softly sank into the soothing slumber.
