An Old Favor

Dragon Lord Torch
By Celestia
Art by Perfect Form

I was surprised he accepted my invitation to chat that night. I went alone to his huge cave. My guards would be little use against such a large and powerful dragon, and I wanted to settle things personally. My plan was bold, but if it worked, I could avoid any fighting.

“A good evening to you, Dragon Lord,” I said as I stepped into the firelight.

“I like when rulers can settle things personally like this. It’s so much easier than a war. I’m interested in whatever challenge you happened to think up.”

“Such a big dragon like you should hardly have trouble. Here’s my challenge: if I can pleasure you enough to make you climax, I win. And if I win, I’ll be leaving with a peace agreement on my terms.”

Torch chuckled. His laughs were so deep, they seemed to shake my entire body. “A little pony princess thinks she can handle a dragon of my size? Have you even seen how big we dragons can get?”

“I may have studied a few handsome specimens, but none as big as you. I’m sure you’ll put them to shame.”

Torch spread his legs. His massive slit parted to reveal his hardening tip. Even that was larger than me.

“Definitely too big for something traditional,” I said. “But you might as well appreciate a princess in all her glory.”

I turned and lifted my tail. He leaned in and looked me over with a contemptuous snort.

“I’m sure your stallions would love such a soft and small flower, but only the largest of dragons can satisfy me.”

“There are other ways. I’ll show you.”

I focused my magic to rub his tip. I stepped close and inhaled the heady scent of the dragon before taking an experimental lick. He tasted earthy and spicy, like cinnamon but less sharp. It was an intriguing flavor, so I was happy to tease the hole on his tip with my mouth and tongue. Meanwhile, I moved the glowing ring of my magic to stroke lower on his hardening shaft. After a few moments, I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

His massive cock was hard and ready. It was entirely out of his scaly slit. A pointed tip with soft barbs led down to a series of prominent ridges. I rubbed my hoof along those. They were the perfect mix of soft and firm. Down at the base of his shaft was a stout knot that would anchor him in any lucky dragoness.

It’s a pity I’m terrible at the more advanced transformation or size changing spells. I would have liked to be big enough to truly enjoy Torch’s finest treasure in me. But I only had my mouth, hooves, wings, and horn to work with.

“I’ll admit, that did feel good, but you’ll have to do much more to get me going.”

“Oh? We’re just getting started.”

His eyes widened as my spell applied pressure to a very sensitive spot deep within his tail hole. I wove a few more spells to make sure the fun wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon as I straddled his cock.

I let one of his ridges tease my winking clit as I wrapped my hooves around the massive penis. I fluttered my wings along it and started to suck as much of his tip as I could fit in my mouth. I could feel the heavy thuds of his heartbeat as he throbbed beneath me.

He moaned and wagged his tail slowly. My methods were getting him worked up, even if he was trying hard to remain calm.

I wove a few more spells and strengthened the existing ones. My magic stroked his shaft in an enjoyably erratic pattern. Other spells prodded and stimulated him in places he may have never been touched before. And one final spell ensured my eventual victory: the spell that would deny his orgasm until I dismissed it.

“Mmm… that feels amazing. I didn’t think a pony would know enough about dragon anatomy to make this fun. Oh!”

He moaned and dripped huge droplets of pre onto his scaly belly. I swirled my tongue around his tip and swallowed what I could. I pressed a little more magical power into my spells and was rewarded with a very deep moan. He arched his back and thrust up into the air. I had to hold on and keep my focus. He was at his limit, but my magic was keeping him from going past it.

“Male anatomy isn’t so different between species.” I smiled and jolted a sensitive spot on his tip with a pleasant zap of magic. “Admit I win and I’ll end this the fun way.”

My challenge brought out what fight was still left in him. He growled. The look in his eyes made me realize his dragon instincts were kicking in. I completed a shackling spell just in time. The magical chain kept him from grabbing me. His claws were stopped inches away. Dragons tend to get very rough in mating when worked up, so I knew I had to stay in control if I wanted to walk out of this intact.

My spells continued to slowly increase in intensity. I slid off of his shaft and lined his tip up between my flanks. I pressed back and felt the intense warmth of him pressing into and stretching me. I circled my hips but couldn’t fit anything more in. His pre dripped down my legs in pleasantly hot rivers.

“Fine! You win! Rrr… release me from this magic!”

I stopped the spells. Before I had time to brace myself, a massive spurt of Torch’s cum shot me forward onto his belly. The sticky mess covered me in its pleasant heat. I wiped away a glob that was threatening to slip over my face. I had to carefully get up to keep my hooves from sliding. I nuzzled his cock in the places I knew would set him off. He shot off the last of his load. I smiled at him.

“Give me your word that you’ll withdraw the dragons and keep them away from the pony villages. If you do, this fun little rendezvous will remain our secret.”

“You won, so you have my word.”

“Good. Now help me clean up. I’m sure we can put that tongue of yours to use.”

With my plan complete, I was ready to relax and enjoy myself. He had a huge tongue, but it felt great when snaking between my flanks or along my belly. I rubbed my sensitive marehood against it until a satisfying wave of bliss swept through me.

I wish all negotiations could be as fun as that night.

Gallus looked up from the book. His shaft was dripping and his knot was throbbing against the cool air.

Maybe I should have joined Smolder for some fun with Spike that one time.

Dragon cocks had a texture that looked like it would feel amazing, and Gallus had missed out on his chance to enjoy one. He fingered his length but stopped. If one book had been that good, maybe the others would be, too.

He picked up the one with Gruff’s name on it. Grampa Gruff had always said that he had sent Gallus to the School of Friendship because he owed Celestia a favor, but he refused to say how he ended up owing the princess something. This book might have the rest of the story.

The book began like the other one, but the artist was a different pony. A young and very handsome Gruff was featured on the title page. He was lean and his skin wasn’t all wrinkled and saggy. He looked proud and sly. His sleek feathers looked perfectly kept. Gallus began to read.