While walking back to Ponyville from the rock farm, Anon looked at the rock pouch he was carrying. It seemed needlessly ornate for something as simple as some polished massage stones.

"But then when was anything around here ever simple?" Anon mused. Walking into town he passed the clock tower. The Ponyville spa would still be open for another hour and a half. As it came into view, he rehearsed his refusals. "No Aloe. No Lotus. I will not do that. I am tired and I'm going home." He could hear his bed calling his name as he yawned. He would have to take a rain check on that special mouth massage for his penis that Lotus had promised. "God, she's cute when she wants something."

Anon opened the door to the spa. "Lotus? I have your rocks." He held up the pouch.

Lotus trotted out from behind the front desk to take the pouch from him. "Anonymoose! Superb timing as always!"

"Seriously!?" Anon asked. "You routinely complain about me being late to work!" Lotus just smiled and waved her hoof before trotting to the back of the spa. Anon tried to call after her, "You might want to wash-"

Lotus presented the pouch to Aloe, who had just stepped into the lobby. She opened it with glee. "So fresh! Still warm and fragrant!" she said, practically putting her entire snout into the bag.

"They... are certainly that," Anon said.

Aloe carried them back into her massage suite. "Ms. Quartz! Your massage stones just arrived!" The door closed behind her and Anon looked at Lotus.

"Thank you, Anon," Lotus said. "You have our gratitude. And... I suppose you have also earned a special treat." She looked up at him with her bright blue eyes as she brushed her hoof against the crotch of his pants.

He ran his fingers through her mane. "And I'm looking forward to it," he said. "But it has been a very long, weird day, and right now I need to go home and lay down before I fall down."

Lotus smiled and nodded. She didn't need to remind him of how important it was for him to get his rest and keep his strength up. "Until tomorrow, then."

"Goodnight, Lotus."

"Welcome home," Chrysalis greeted.

"No place like it," Anon said as cheerfully as he could while he shuffled over to the armchair in the living room. Barely a moment after he sat down, he heard the familiar hiss of a bottle being opened. Chrysalis placed the bottle of cider into his hand. "Oh, you're an angel."

"I don't know about all that," Chrysalis snorted as Anon took a sip. She stood there and waited impatiently. "So are you just going to sit there and stare at the wall all evening while you drink?"

He looked over at her with concern. "Are you okay?"

She bit back her indignant anger at his obliviousness. "I was lonely," she admitted.

Anon shifted in his chair and patted his thigh. She sat down on the floor in front of him and rested her head in his lap. He put his hand on her head and slowly ran his fingers through her mane. "Sorry. I know you told me that changelings are social creatures, and you've been away from your hive for a long time."

She bristled. "It's not my hive anymore."

Anon shrugged. "I didn't own the house that I grew up in, but it was still my home."

"Hmph."

Anon drank the rest of his cider and scritched her ears in just the way that he knew she liked. The tension in her neck and shoulders melted away as she relaxed and slumped into his legs, basking in his affection. His hand gradually slowed down. She was content to just feel the weight of it on her head. It felt strangely comforting. It made her feel safe.

"Anon," she started to say. " I... I'm still not used to this. I'm not used to not being a queen. Not being in charge. Everyone keeps telling me that the hive is doing well. It might not be my hive anymore, but I still worry about them like a mother. You know, it was never easy... being a cast-iron bitch all the time. It takes discipline, and years of training... A lot of people don't appreciate that. And now that I don't have to be so strong..." She blinked back her tears. "After going my whole life feeling like I can't depend on anyone but myself, it just feels like such a terrifying admission of weakness to tell you how much I've come to rely on you... and your love."

"..."

She winced, immediately regretting everything that she had said to him in her moment of foolishness. "Fuck... I can feel you judging me!"

Anon snored. His hand slid off of her head as Chrysalis looked up at him, passed out long ago. She sighed in relief and stood up to carry him to bed with her magic. She pulled the covers over him and kissed his cheek.

"You really are my perfect idiot."

It was just after dawn the next morning. Chrysalis sighed in relief as she finished her Mise en place preparations for breakfast, setting the bowl of fresh eggs on the counter. There was a knock at the door. Anon was still deep in sleep, and Chrysalis was intent to let him get as much as he clearly needed, as much as he could. She approached the door, expecting the usual reaction from anypony that saw her. The dirty looks couldn't hurt her anymore. Someone loved her. She opened the door and looked at the pony standing outside with mild annoyance. She mustered all of her effort to be congenial. "The fuck you want?"

"Charming as always, Chrysalis," Celestia said with haughty poise. "I suppose we don't need the ward on the house anymore. You're looking like you couldn't even fit through the doorway."

Chrysalis just smiled. "I'm well-fed." Celestia sneered at her. "Ooh, I can feel how much that just burns you up inside. Knowing how much he loves me."

"I need to speak with him."

"How does it feel to need?"

"Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, bug! There's nothing stopping me from squashing you right where you stand."

"How courageous of you to threaten a prisoner in binds. Lift these wards and make it a fair fight. I wouldn't mind kicking your shit in a second time."

"Chryssi? Someone at the door?" Anon asked from the bedroom.

"Just one of your clients," Chrysalis said.

"Oh? Which one?" he asked.

Chrysalis smirked at Celestia. "Oh Anon, I know you've had so very many, they must be so forgettable." Celestia's nostrils flared. If looks could kill, Chrysalis would be a corpse.

"Don't be like that," Anon said as he walked into the kitchen.

They both instantly turned and looked at Anon with smiles. "Good morning sweetie!"

"Good morning Anon," Celestia greeted. "I hope you're feeling well. Not feeling too drained, I hope," she said, catching side-eye from Chrysalis.

Even though he was barely awake Anon could feel the tension thick enough to sink in a pool of mercury as he looked back and forth between them. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Chrysalis said with an unwavering smile. "I was just chatting with our ~friend~, Celestia."

"Actually, Anon, there is something I need to talk to you about," Celestia said.

Anon rolled his eyes. "Not this again. Look I know you don't like Chryssi..."

"I've made my peace with this," Celestia said. Chrysalis snorted. Celestia glared at her. "I'm sorry, do you need a tissue!?"

Chrysalis chuckled. "I think I might!"

"As I was saying," Celestia continued, "there is something that I need your help with."

"What a utilitarian relationship you two have," Chrysalis snarked. "She comes around when she needs you to do something for her, and you do as she commands you like a good little slave."

Anon moved in between them before something explodes. "Chryssi, can you make breakfast or something while I talk to Tia about what she wants to ask me?"

"As you wish," Chrysalis mewled, "my love."

Anon stepped outside and closed the door behind him. "Okay Tia..." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Let's pretend that I'm an autonomous adult, and this isn't some kind of jealous wellness check."

"No, I actually do need... to ask for your help with something," Celestia said.

"Sure. Fire away."

"Lord Ember is coming to Ponyville."

"Oh, yeah, wasn't he that centaur from the statue?"

"No, that's Lord Tirek."

"Ah. So who's this Ember guy?"

"She, is the Lord of the Dragons."

"Well, that's real neato, Tia," Anon said. "But with me not being a dragon, it sounds like it has fuck all to do with me."

"Normally, yes. Except that I have recommended your services to her."

Anon's attention was drawn to Princess Twilight Sparkle and Smolder approaching them. "Oh, what now!? Can't we go one day around here without the world being in peril?"

"I take it you already told him?" Twilight asked.

"I'm in the process of it," Celestia said.

"But what do you need me for?" Anon asked. "I remember Smolder telling me that dragons don't go into heat. Right?"

"No. They do not." Smolder said.

"Okay, so, same question. What the fuck does this have to do with me?" Anon asked.

"It's complicated," Celestia said.

Anon rolled his eyes. "When is it ever not?"

"Lord Ember is suffering from a case of egg binding," Smolder explained. "It's a very serious medical condition. It could be fatal if left untreated."

"Okay, but that sounds like something for a doctor," Anon said. "And I'm not a doctor."

"Draconia isn't exactly known for it's... compassionate healthcare," Smolder said. "By dragon law, if she's too 'weak' to lay, and dies as a result, then she was never meant to bear weak offspring, or rule for that matter."

"And Equestrian doctors are experts in equine anatomy," Twilight said. Anon opened his mouth. "And before you suggest it, no, we can't take her to a veterinarian. Firstly, it would be insulting to Lord Ember. But more importantly, they don't know how to treat dragons either."

"As if I do!?" Anon asked.

"You have a very particular set of skills that make you the choice for this task," Celestia said.

"I'm not a choice! I'm a lack of options," Anon said.

Celestia shrugged. "Can't they both be true?"

"So what am I supposed to do?" Anon asked. "You just want me to reach up her scaly vagina and pull the egg out?"

"I can tell from your tone that you're expecting me to refute that," Celestia said. "But that is more or less the plan."

"Just be aware, Anon," Twilight said, "It's not a vagina. She has a weird lizzer hole."

Smolder rolled her eyes. "It's called a cloaca, Twilight. Don't be racist!"

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" Anon asked.

Twilight looked over her shoulder. "Not especially, since they're almost here."

"Here!?" Anon followed her eyes to Spike, walking towards them, and the turquoise dragon waddling beside him.

"Discretion is part of the plan," Celestia said. "Ember's presence at the spa would draw unwanted attention. So yes, here."

"Lord Ember," Twilight greeted.

"I'm fucking done walking!" Ember said, eschewing all formalities. "This better be the place Spike, or else you're carrying me!"

Spike looked at the gathered group outside of Anon's house. "It is."

"Thank fuck!" Ember pushed her way past everyone and walked inside.

"I don't need to be here for this," Smolder said before flying away.

"Yeah. Good luck, have fun Anon," Spike said before doing the same.

Inside Anon's house Chrysalis looked up from the skillet at the dragon. "Um... hi?"

"Chrysalis? You're going by Anon now?" Ember asked in confusion.

Anon darted inside the kitchen and moved between them. "I'm Anon, actually. This is my home. Welcome, I guess, Lord Ember."

"Uh huh," Ember grumbled, shuffling over to the refrigerator and looking inside.

"Yeah. Sure. Make yourself at home," Anon said as Ember grabbed a bottle of cider. "So if you're a dragoness, why is your title Lord Ember instead of Lady?" Ember chomped the top of the bottle off and chewed up the glass along with the metal cap before chugging the whole thing and eating the rest of the bottle. "Okay. Point taken."

Ember glanced at Chrysalis and then at the eggs in the skillet with silent disgust. She looked back at Anon. "So where are we doing this?"

"Wherever you're comfortable, I suppose," Anon said. Ember tried the kitchen chair, and then the armchair in the living room, struggling to find a comfortable position before she waddled into Anon's bedroom, rolling onto the bed. "Figures," Anon muttered, walking in after her. "This has all been very short notice for me," he explained to her. "So anything you can tell me about your... condition would be helpful."

"Egg won't come out," Ember wheezed on the bed.

"By anything, I meant everything," he said. Ember sighed in annoyance. "I get how inconvenient this is for everyone, but I heard this can be fatal. So maybe now isn't the time to be coy."

"It can be, if not treated," Ember said.

"Well, before we get to... that... what would be the usual treatment?"

"Oh, a swift kick to the stomach usually does the trick," Ember said.

"Which we are not doing!" Celestia said from the bedroom doorway.

"Excuse me," Anon said. "I'm just exploring my options here."

"And I have a vested interest in that egg!" Celestia said.

"Dare I ask?"

"It's to go to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns," Twilight explained, crowding outside the bedroom doorway. "It's part of the entrance exam for new students, to see if they can hatch a dragon egg with magic. But the only pony magic that can hatch a dragon egg is alicorn magic. So normally the test serves to gauge how prospective students handle failure."

"Or reveal a unicorn capable of ascendance," Celestia added, sharing a knowing smile with Twilight.

"Any dragon egg?" Anon asked the obvious. "Like can't we just..." He made a kicking motion. "And just hope the next one goes smoother?"

"Eh... yes, but..." Celestia trailed off.

"If I wanted that, my..." Ember cleared her throat. "My egg's father would have done it already. That's why I'm here." She put her hand over her gravid belly. "For the sake of my son."

"You already know it's male?" Anon asked.

Ember nodded. "Isn't it obvious? I reek of the pheromones."

Anon smelled the air, sensing nothing. "Not really. Also that doesn't really explain anything."

"Because of the prophecy," Ember said.

"..."

"..."

"Ah, yes. The prophecy," Anon said. "The prophecy that I am only just now hearing about. What prophecy?"

Ember took a deep breath. "The prophecy that one day his son would usurp and kill him. So if he ever smelled it on one of his mates, well..." She trailed off and looked out at the skillet in the kitchen. "You get the idea."

"Which is why Equestria has quietly offered sanctuary to any dragoness to safely lay," Celestia explained.

"But why the secrecy?" Anon asked.

"If he knew I was here for this, he would probably kill all of you, and me," Ember said.

"But you're the Dragon Lord," Anon said. "Can't you just tell him to... I dunno, fuck off?"

Ember almost chuckled. "I may be the Dragon Lord, but he's still the alpha male. And it's generally ill-advised to tell a dragon to fuck off. Especially when they're the size of a castle."

The words slowly registered in Anon's brain. "Okay, so if he's..." He spread his arms all the way. "And you're..." He motioned to her. "How... does that work?" He pointed at her belly.

"There's a small crater that he will... you know." Ember make a jerking motion with her fist. "Then after he fills it, we... his other mates and I, go for a swim in his swimmers."

"Ew."

"It usually doesn't work," Ember said before looking at her belly. "But they obviously sometimes find their way."

"Obviously."

"Which brings us to now," Celestia said.

"Obviously."

"Do you understand why secrecy was necessary?" Twilight asked.

"Obviously."

"So..."

"So..."

Anon turned to face the ponies. "So it's time for you two to leave," he said.

"But the egg-"

"The egg's not going anywhere!" Anon said. "That's the problem. Hell, you're making me nervous! I have a hard enough time pissing in a cup at the doctor's office, and she has a whole entire egg to push out. To say nothing of the looming threat of death over this whole clandestine visit! My weird lizzer hole would be locked up tighter than a drum too, even without the two of you breathing down my neck! So go wait in the kitchen quietly if you and Chryssi can keep yourselves from killing each other. Otherwise go wait outside, and I'll let you know when we're done!" He shoved them out and closed the bedroom door.

"Wow," Ember cooed from the bed. "It's a rare day to see anyone tell Celestia off."

"Yeah, well..." Anon and Ember just stared at each other for a minute. "I suppose we should, uh, get a look at the problem area."

Ember shifted from laying on her side to rolling onto her back, letting her legs flop apart. Anon's eyes followed the pattern of her smooth belly scales down to her... markedly-absent tail hole.

"So where's your, um... hole?" he asked.

Ember groaned in frustration. "It's right here," She tried to reach down under her belly but couldn't quite make it. "It's... there."

Anon extended a finger. "May I?"

"That's why I'm here!"

"I was being polite." He placed his finger on the smooth scales of her lower belly. "Whoa."

"What?"

"You're warm. I was expecting you to be cold-blooded."

Ember snorted a small puff of smoke. "That's a dragon for you. Belly full of fire."

"Am I warm?"

"Yeah, you feel warm too."

"No, I mean, am I close to the right spot?" he asked, rubbing his finger against her scales.

"Lower. Between my legs," she directed.

"Makes sense." He moved down along her belly scale segments to her crotch. "Here?"

"One more, I think." He moved to the next seam at the base of her tail. "Yeah. There."

Anon looked at where is finger was. It looked almost indistinguishable from the other scale segments. "So... how do I..?"

"Lift the scale."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"That sounds painful."

"First of all, I'm a dragon. I swim in lava and eat gems. We spar for fun. So don't treat me like one of your fragile pony clients!" She practically spat the word. "And secondly, yeah, if it was any other scale, it wouldn't feel good. But that one is meant to be opened."

Anon pressed his finger against the segment against the grain, finding it to be comparatively pliable. Beneath her turquoise scales, the pink interior of her tail hole looked a little more familiar to him. "Just to be clear, which hole is this?"

"What do you mean which hole? It's the only hole."

"For everything?" Anon asked. Ember nodded. "Well, that's certainly... efficient?"

Ember grinned. "Just one of the many reasons why dragons are the superior species."

"Sure. Why not," Anon agreed to forgo an argument.

"So what's the play here?" she asked. "Are you going to just reach in there and... get it?"

Anon scratched the back of his neck. "I mean... yeah, I could try that."

"Well, hurry up! I haven't got all morning!"

"Alright. Sheesh!" Anon pressed his finger under her scale to lift is again, and then he pushed in a couple other fingers. He was surprised that she was warm at all, but inside she was really warm. She was warmer inside than even Celestia was. He went slowly to give her time to stretch around the width of his four fingers before adding his thumb. Just as he was getting the widest part of his hand inside, she flinched and clenched her muscles. For someone who looked as lithe as her, she was incredibly strong as her pelvic muscles nearly crushed his hand. But what was worse was just how much hotter her interior was. It was like reaching into an oven to pull out a tray of muffins without a mitt. "Ow. OW! HOT!" Anon carefully, but quickly pulled his hand out, waving it frantically to cool it.

"Pathetic," Ember grumbled, crossing her arms in disappointed impatience.

"Hey, you're the one who can't even lay her own egg!"

"That's not a fair comparison! I'm under a lot of stress here!" she said. "You think it's easy being the dragon lord? Half of these knuckleheads don't know their ass from their elbow! And I'm one of the few things holding up this fragile alliance with Equestria. My 'ponies are friends, not food' campaign is still struggling." Ember clenched her fists and growled before she winced and clutched her belly. "And now my stubborn son doesn't even want me to get him laid!"

"What!? Oh, you mean the egg," he said. She snorted another puff of smoke. "Look, I think you just need to calm down."

"YOU need to calm down!" She yelled.

"I don't know what I expected." Never in the history of 'calm down' has telling someone that they need to 'calm down' worked. He started over, "Okay, look, I get that you are understandably stressed. And that makes it difficult for you to feel calm. But you need to try to relax."

"You try to relax! Have you ever tried to relax!?" she snarled at him. "It's a paradox!"

"Alright, here, move over for a minute," Anon instructed. He gathered up his pillows into a pile. "Kneel here and lean on these." She kneeled on the bed, crossed her arms, and leaned her chest on top of the pillows, giving enough room for her belly to comfortably be underneath her. He placed the palms of his hands at the base of her wings.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm not exactly sure, myself," Anon admitted, running his hands along the leading edge of her wings. "Looking for erogenous zones."

Ember rolled her eyes. "Dragons don't have erogenous zones."

"Okay." It wasn't that Anon thought she was lying. But it didn't mean she was correct, either. There was no knowing unless he tried. After exploring every part of her wings, he got no reaction, and ruled them out. It made sense. Even if dragons shed their skin like a regular reptile, their leathery wings didn't need to get preened like the feathers of a pegasus.

"What about this?" he asked, massaging his way down her back to the base of her tail, rubbing downward along the length of it, to the finned tip. Nothing. She shifted forward again. "What about these?" he asked, caressing the blue spines on her head.

"You're wasting your time," she grumbled. Anon moved to her horns. "I told you, dragons don't have erogenous zo-oh-ooh-OH!" Ember moaned and her entire body shuddered as Anon moved his fingers along the ridges of her horns.

"You were saying?"

"Tha-that's different!" Ember stammered. "Touching my horns li-like that just makes me feel a weird s-sexual pleasure!"

Anon just smiled as he stroked her horns. "Yeah sweetie, that's what an erogenous zone is."

Ember pressed her mouth into the crook of her elbow to stifle her moan. Anon moved one of his arms to wrap around her body, with his hand underneath her, cradling her belly.

"Is this one of those... hugs that ponies are famous for?" Ember asked between panting.

"Not exactly." He shifted his hand lower between her legs to find her tailhole again. Her depths might have been a furnace. But the first few inches were tolerable as he slid his fingers in and out of her. She seemed to find it agreeable as well, shifting and rolling her hips against his touch. "I've got to say, Ember... Just sitting in a pool of dragon cum... It seems like you're missing out on a key part of the whole process." He thrusted his fingers faster as he kept rubbing her horn with his other hand. "Some would say, arguably, the best part."

"Sh-shut up!" she moaned against the pillows. "I don't even want t-to think about..!" She closed her eyes.

"Then don't," Anon said, happy to let her just switch off. Soon all of her worrisome thoughts and anxieties began to melt away. Consequences be damned for what she was feeling or who was even doing it for her. Soon, all that mattered anymore was the feeling itself. The intense definition of the muscles in her shoulders dulled as she finally began to relax.

She shifted backwards against his embrace, pivoting her center of mass off of her knees and onto her feet, squatting on the bed against his fingers inside her. "Ah-non..." she breathed, leaning her head back against his shoulder. With one of his hands still stroking her horn, he licked the other, running his tongue along the ridges. "Ah~," she moaned and tensed. Anon braced himself for whatever a dragon climax would look like. He hazarded to push his fingers just a little deeper. But instead of a burning heat, he hit a literal wall. "Anon!" she yelped. "It- it's coming!"

"It's okay." Anon kept rubbing and licking her horn. "You're okay." The hard shell of the coming egg pushed back against his fingers. He gave it space as it stretched the way, making her moan in agony along with the ecstasy. His fingers traced the edge of her tailhole as it stretched wider. "I've got you."

Ember moaned and grunted and groaned as she panted and pushed. The not small egg quickly filled Anon's hand and he moved out of the way to focus on pleasing her where he could. Her yells turned into a full-bellied roar with one final push. As soon as he felt the weight of it land on the bed, her body went limp and she flopped forward, panting into the pile of pillows. The unflattering position let Anon see just how much her cloaca had been gaped and stretched. Even so, it was hard for him to believe she was able to push out an egg the size of a large cantaloupe. He let her rest while he carefully dried and wrapped it with a spare towel.

He walked around the bed to present it to her. She looked at it with half-lidded eyes, and then at him. "What?" she asked.

Anon shrugged. "I dunno. I just thought that you might want to... you know, say something before I give it to Tia."

Ember shook her head. "Save that sentimental crap for your ponies."

Anon frowned. "I still think you should say something. I'm worried that you'll regret not taking the opportunity later."

Ember looked at the egg. "Good luck, shithead. It's a cruel world." Ember flopped her head back into the pillows.

"Okay then." Anon wrapped the egg up in the towel again.

Ember's voice was muffled in the pillows, "Grab me another bottle while you're out there."

Princess Twilight Sparkle just shook her head at Celestia and Chrysalis. "I still say this is incredibly immature and petty of both of you."

"That is for Anon to decide."
"And we will see who is right."

Anon opened the bedroom door. He looked at Twilight, Celestia, and... Celestia?

Twilight sighed. "Anon, can you tell which one is the real Celestia?"

Anon put the bundle of 'joy' into Twilight's hooves and looked at the other two. "I'm with a client right now. I'm not playing this fucking game." He grabbed a couple ciders from the fridge, turned around, and went back into the bedroom, closing the door again.

Twilight smiled and nodded. She hadn't expected that reaction, but she was nonetheless impressed. "Well, I suppose I better get this back to the school. Those protégés aren't going to just reveal themselves."

Anon sat on the edge of his bed. Ember slowly roused and sat up next to him. He looked over at her, still in mild disbelief that she just pushed out that egg.

"You good?" he asked. Her hand waved for him to give her the drink. With some hesitation, he gave it to her. Just as before, she bit off the top of the glass bottle, swallowed the entire contents in one gulp, and then ate the rest of the bottle.

"Better," she said as she looked over at him. "So I heard this is like, your job?"

"Well, not this. Not that. What we just did," Anon stammered.

Ember nodded. "No, I get that. But you're like the alpha male over here."

"I... don't think that's quite accurate, either," he said.

"Whatever, let's do this!" Ember got onto her feet with her fists clenched and squared up with him.

Anon put his hands out defensively, "The fuck!? What are you doing!?"

"Foreplay! Let's fucking go!"

"What!? Fighting!?"

"Yeah! I'm a dragon! You gotta assert your dominance and knock me around a little," Ember explained.

"I'm not going to punch a lady!" Anon said.

"Straight to name-calling huh?" Ember burped and spat out a bottle cap at him.

"Violence isn't sexy!"

"Maybe not for you, pussy!" Ember jabbed him in the ribs.

"Ow! Knock it off!"

"Come on! Stop being a little bitch!" She swung at him again and Anon caught her fist with his hand. Her other fist came just as fast and he caught it with his other hand.

He knew what was coming next and turned his hips to avoid her kick. For someone that just pushed out a giant egg, she was unusually spry. He shoved her away. "Go fuck yourself!"

"Fuck me yourself, coward!" She crouched and leaped across the room. Anon reflexively put his hands up to shield himself, managing to accidentally punch her in the throat as she landed on top of him. She was surprised, to say the least, expressing her shock with a combination of a cough and a wheeze as she grasped her neck.

"Holy shit, are you okay!?" he asked. "I didn't mean to-"

"No it was perfect!" she said, headbutting him. Anon fell flat on the rug as her claws ripped his shorts off. She straddled his hips, rubbing herself against his crotch. Her wetness was almost unbearably hot as he could feel himself getting hard.

Anon looked down at himself in surprise. "The fuck!?"

Ember grinned. "Dragon pussy! What do you think they make Neighagra from!?"

He brought his leg back and planted his foot against her chest, kicking her across the room. He barely got back on his feet before she put her head down and charged him with a tackle against the wall. He planted his feet and shoved her backwards again. She squirmed and shifted, opening her mouth for a bite. He narrowly dodged her maw, and she got a mouthful of wooden bed post. She spun around like a rabid animal with her claws at the ready. Anon grabbed nightstand lamp and smashed it into her face. Ember fell to her knees and clutched her jaw.

Anon panted from the adrenaline rushing through him. "Are we ready to play nice!?"

Ember just grinned. "I am so fucking wet!" She spun and whipped her tail, sweeping his legs out and pinning him down again. "Now... how about we start with some oral sex? I'm really good with my tongue!" She showed off by wrapping her long tongue completely around the outside of her snout. She had almost sold him on the idea until she grinned, and opened her mouth, showing off her rows of razor-sharp fangs.

"I think I'd rather fuck a blender!" Anon said. "I'll tell you what, spot me for a six-pack of cider, and we can call it even."

Ember leaned back and reached between her legs. Her cloaca had returned to its normal appearance, and her belly was small enough now for her to reach herself, parting her scales slightly. As attractive as the offer was, Anon remembered how hot it was inside her.

"Wow, I really shouldn't stick my penis in there. However..." Anon couldn't even finish his thought before Ember impaled herself on his dick. As he feared, she was quite hot inside. Not enough to scald him, but it was definitely going to be red later. She started riding him aggressively. "Hey!"

"If you're not gonna fuck me, I'll do it myself!" she growled. He grabbed her shoulders to push her off and she grabbed his to hold on. She was restraining her claws, but it would take very little for her to do some serious damage if she wanted to. For whatever strange reason, it only made his fearection throb harder. He might have been stuck playing her game, but that didn't mean he had to play her way. Rather than push her away, he held onto her and stood up.

She wasn't especially heavy, but neither was he all that strong. It didn't help that she was still humping him, throwing off his balance. He fell on top of her on his dresser, getting her claws loose. Not wanting her to get her grip on him again, he reached under her and got his forearm around her tail, lifting her to one side and turning her over against it. With her tail clenched under one arm, he wrapped his other around her midsection and picked her up to fuck her from behind against a wall.

Ember grinned. "Not such a soft pony after all..."

"Shut up!" Anon wheezed. He hadn't the presence of mind to think of a witty comeback. He just wanted to hurry up and finish fucking her before his dick got cooked. The concentrated aphrodisiac of her dragon pussy juices were making short work of him. "F-fuck!" With a couple last good thrusts, he shot the first couple of ropes into her and screamed. He practically threw her and yanked himself out as his cum practically flash-boiled into steam inside her. He fell backwards onto his bed as gold-clad hooves smashed open his bedroom door.

In a flash of movement, he felt Celestia's lips wrapped around his dick, soothing the burn with her magical healing. He looked at her viridian eyes looking back at him as her three-foot-long tongue swirled around his shaft. "Oh, it's you," Anon said as a green flash returned Chrysalis to her original appearance.

"Hey! I was going first!" Ember said, pushing Chrysalis aside, getting the last couple spurts of his cum in her mouth. She grimaced. "Bleeuugh! Dude! Your cum has absolutely NO SPICE!"

"Uh... I'm... sorry?"

Author's Note

Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, Anon.

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