A soft knock at the front door made Kyra glance up from the book she was reading, brow furrowing as she glanced at the clock which hung over her fireplace. From how the hands were positioned, she could see that it was ten at night.
"Who on Equis would be calling at such a late hour?" she wondered.
The knocks came again, a bit more urgent this time. Annoyed, Kyra reluctantly got up from the couch and went to the front door.
Pulling it open, she let out a surprised gasp. Standing in front of her was none other than Nightshade, a female dragon and former bounty hunter, like Kyra herself. For a moment Kyra was silent, jaw hanging open as she realized she hadn't spoken to her scaled friend in well over a year.
"Uh, hello Kyra," Nightshade said in a low voice. Her blue eyes had an uneasy look to them as she shuffled nervously on the spot. "I... I know this is unexpected and... and I realize how late it is but... can I come inside? Please?"
Something in her voice snapped Kyra back to reality, and she quickly shut her mouth, embarrassed she'd been gawping.
"Yes, of course!" she said, stepping sideways to let her friend over the threshold. "Come right in!"
"Thank you."
Nightshade strode into the house, being mindful not to let the spikes on her tail rip the carpet as she strode into the living room, wings tucked firmly to her back. As she closed the door, Kyra glanced towards her friend - only to quickly look away in embarrassment as she caught a glimpse of Nightshade's private bits - for what made Nightshade unique among dragons was the fact that, instead of the usual female genitals, she was instead equipped with the sex organs of a male.
Stop thinking about it! Kyra chastised herself. Don't even go there. Nightshade's your friend for Faust's sake!
"Can I get you anything?" she asked as Nightshade seated herself gingerly on the couch. "Like maybe some hot chocolate? Or actually, I think I have some rubies if you're feeling hungry."
"No thanks," said Nightshade. Were Kyra's eyes deceiving her, or had her friend's face suddenly flushed pink? "I'm not hungry, but... maybe some hot chocolate wouldn't be so bad."
Kyra smiled. "Okay."
While Kyra began gathering what she needed to make the hot chocolate, Nightshade was finding it difficult not to stare at the unicorn, particularly at her flanks. As the heat between her legs began to intensify, nervous sweat began to coat her brow, matting the soft growth of silky feathers. This wasn't good.
Then her breathing quickened as Kyra accidentally dropped the can of chocolate powder. As she bent down to pick it up, Nightshade bit her lips together as she caught a glimpse of Kyra's marehood, temporarily exposed as she unconsciously flicked her tail.
Nightshade quickly turned her head away, but it was too late. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. At this rate she wouldn't be able to suppress the wild urges that were screaming at her to pound Kyra till daybreak and well into the next night.
This wouldn't do at all. Nightshade should have known coming here was a mistake.
"Um, Kyra?" she said, her own voice sounding painfully strained even in her own ears.
"Yeah Nightshade?" Kyra said, now placing a large steel pot on the oven.
"Uh... there's something I need to tell you -" Nightshade said, now attempting to hide her growing erection with one of the couch pillows. "It's... about why I came here."
At this point Kyra turned around, blue eyes narrowed with concern - and Nightshade was glad of the distance between them - or else she'd likely end up pinning the mare against the wall, devouring her soft mouth; claws grasping her soft, furred waist as she pounded into her with feral ferocity.
Nightshade shut her eyes, biting her mouth closed as if she could block out the impulses, hugging the pillow tighter to her chest. STOP IT! she wanted to yell. STOP IT! SHE'S MY FRIEND, STOP IT!
"Nightshade?"
Nightshade opened her eyes - and almost died of shock when she realized how close Kyra had come in the past few seconds. Then again she should have known better. Despite being retired for the past year, Kyra was still incredibly stealthy. Nightshade stared at her helplessly.
"Are you okay?"
There was a soft whine, and Nightshade burned with humiliation as she realized the noise had come from her throat. There was nothing for it. She had to tell Kyra the truth.
"No," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Kyra. I'm sorry but - I'm in heat."
"Oh..." Kyra said, unable to hide her surprise at this revelation.
"Look, I'm really sorry," Nightshade said, now wishing more than ever that she hadn't come. "I'll just go now."
Nightshade move to get off the couch, but stopped when she felt Kyra's hoof on her chest. Her eyes when they locked onto Nightshade's were soft, almost yearning. Nightshade swallowed the lump in her throat. She had a feeling she knew what was coming.
"You didn't let me finish." Kyra was now leaning so close that her breath tickled the end of Nightshade's snout. "If you would allow me, I'd like to help you let off some steam."
"I'm not sure if that's -"
The rest of Nightshade's sentence was lost as Kyra kissed her, taking advantage of Nightshade's momentary disbelief to push her tongue deeper into the dragon's mouth.
It was this moment, Nightshade knew later, that she completely lost whatever semblance of control that she'd been struggling to maintain up to that point. A moment later she had tackled Kyra onto the wooden coffee table, the furniture crumpling beneath the two lovers with a loud bang that went unnoticed by either of them - they were far more concerned with devouring each other's mouths for anything else to matter.
After a few seconds, Nightshade pulled away with a growl as she began to leave a greedy trail of wet kisses down Kyra's neck, alternating the press of her longue tongue with the light scrape as she moved still lower - the movements of her mouth making it clear she was tasting Kyra - the realization enough to make Kyra let out an adorable, desperate mewl.
When Nightshade's snout reached Kyra's marehood, the unicorn let out a soft gasp - the feeling of Nightshade's hot dragon breath on her most sensitive area sending goosebumps up her spine. She was already embarrassingly wet - a drop of moisture falling onto the floor.
However, as much as Kyra wanted to plunge her tongue deep inside the mare's snatch, there was something she wanted to try first. Something she was sure Kyra would enjoy.
Gripping Kyra's legs tightly to prevent her from sitting up - and leaning in as close as possible to Kyra's marehood without touching, Nightshade exhaled a long, hot breath of air directly onto the unicorn's dripping sex.
Kyra let out a yell, throwing her head back and arching her spine as her hips bucked helplessly in Nightshade's grip. Oh Luna, that was good! Distantly her ears registered the sound of Nightshade's soft laughter, and Kyra blushed, embarrassed.
"Sheesh. I haven't even touched you yet."
Kyra let out a low whimper, sitting up on her elbows to look between her legs at Nightshade.
"Nightshade..." she panted, aware of the desperation but beyond caring at this point. "Please."
Nightshade furrowed her brow, smiling teasingly as she let out another long, hot breath. Kyra gasped sharply at the sensation, falling onto her back - eyes squeezing shut from the intensity of it.
"Say it, Kyra," Nightshade purred, her eyes fixed on the mare's face. "Tell me what you want."
"Please eat me!" Kyra gasped. "Please, I need to feel your tongue inside me. I can't wait anym-aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"
The rest of Kyra's sentence was lost in a high-pitched scream as Nightshade lunged forward; her large jaws opening as her long tongue shoved itself deep into Kyra's marehood, the inner muscles of Kyra's sex clenching around the serpent's tongue as she greedily drank the mare's juices, gradually pushing deeper with every hard thrust. With each prod of her lover's tongue, Kyra's screams became louder, words emerging in broken fragments - with the only discernable sound being Nightshade's name, her hooves pressing desperately into the soft feathers on the dragon's head.
They found a rhythm together - Kyra’s hips bucking wildly in time with Nightshade’s tongue, somehow keeping in pace even as her body began to shudder with the burgeoning presence of her orgasm. The moment, she knew, was seconds away. Kyra's climax burst through her, her vision temporarily lost in an explosion of light as, not for the first time, she screamed Nightshade's name.
"FUUUUCK! NIGHTSHADE!"
It was minutes before Kyra regained consciousness of her surroundings, Nightshade's body warm against her own as the dragon cradled the unicorn in her arms, gently running her claws through Kyra's soft mane. Kyra pulled her down for a kiss, and gasped quietly as she tasted herself on Nightshade's tongue. After several long moments, however, Nightshade pulled away.
"You should be ready, now."
"Ready?" Kyra repeated, feeling slightly panicked as she saw the hungry look in Nightshade's eyes. "Ready for what?"
In answer, Nightshade stood up, still cradling Kyra in her arms. "You'll see soon enough."
As Nightshade moved towards the stairs, it occurred to Kyra that Nightshade handled her as easily as if she weighed nothing at all; like she was some swooning lover who Nightshade would whisk away to a secluded bower - but Kyra found the scenario produced the exact opposite effect:
She'd never become aroused again so quickly in her entire life.
She'd left the door of her bedroom wide open. Nightshade walked through it - ducking her head to avoid scraping her curved horns on the frame - and didn't stop until her legs came up against the side of the bed. Here Nightshade had room to fully stretch her wings, which she did momentarily before letting them fall limply at her sides, creating a natural tent around the mare lying on the bed beneath her. Kyra remained motionless, shivering with anticipation as Nightshade's hungry eyes settled once again on her marehood, which was still twitching after the treatment it had received earlier.
But what drew Kyra's attention, what made her heart thump faster in her chest and make her mouth go dry, was the sight of Nightshade's massive cock, standing firmly at attention - the head already coated in precum.
It was by far the biggest penis Kyra had ever seen in her life, and she would have been lying if she had said she wasn't nervous about having it inside her.
Some of Kyra's doubts must have showed on her face, because Nightshade lowered her head, nuzzling the side of Kyra's face with an affectionate rumble. Kyra blushed. Sitting up on her elbows, she lovingly rubbed her cheek against Nightshades, causing the dragon to let out an affectionate purr.
"I promise I'll be careful."
"I know you will be."
"There is something we can do to make it easier," Nightshade said. "You wouldn't happen to have any lube on hand, would you?"
"Yes, actually," Kyra answered, blushing slightly. She pointed to her nightstand with a hoof. "Second drawer."
As Nightshade stepped off the bed, Kyra turned over onto her stomach, her belly tingling with anticipation as she raised her rear end in the downward dog position, being sure to keep her tail out of the way. She'd never tried doing it like this before, but then again, she'd never been in bed with a dragon before, either. But the way she saw it, maybe a different position would make taking Nightshade's length a bit less strenuous.
Clenching her pillow with her hooves, she tried to take a deep breath as she felt the bed shift under Nightshade's massive weight again. After a few seconds, she felt the tip of Nightshade's cock prod against her entrance. Then she felt Nightshade's hot breath tickle her ear as she spoke.
"I'll make sure to go as slow as possible during the first thrusts."
"All right," said Kyra. But there was a clear note of worry in her voice.
"It'll be fine," Nightshade reassured her. "Just relax and take a deep breath."
Then Kyra felt Nightshade's paw on her hip; the dragon's claws piercing Kyra's skin as Nightshade used her other paw to guide herself. Slowly she pushed forward with her hips... and in.
Kyra gasped at the sensation, her mouth dropping open as she felt her insides being stretched. Nightshade kept pushing; her eyes shut in careful concentration. Kyra knew that the first push was the most painful part and was grateful that Nightshade kept going until the head of her cock was well past Kyra's entrance. Still, it hurt. Kyra clenched her jaw, couldn’t help squeezing her eyes shut, her body going stiff.
“I’m sorry,” Nightshade said, her voice trembling as she held herself still. Her words were a burst of heat on Kyra's ear as she spoke, eliciting small shivers from the unicorn. “Is it…?”
Kyra shook her head to reassure her, eyes still shut tight. “It’s… it’s a lot. Just… give me a minute.”
Kyra took a deep breath, blew it out slowly, waiting for the burning sensation to subside.
Nightshade pressed a kiss to Kyra’s temple, then her cheek. Kyra felt the heat of her snout as it then move upwards, her eyes focusing on Kyra's horn. After a moment of consideration, she leaned forward, her long tongue gliding across the length of the horn. The sensation made Kyra cry out - hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation and pushing Nightshade deeper inside herself. The resulting combination of pain and pleasure was like a match bursting into flame.
At that point, Nightshade could no longer restrain the feral urges that now tore at the edges of her mind. Abandoning all caution, she tightened her grip on Kyra's hip with her paw, her claws now drawing blood as she slowly drew her hips back, causing Kyra to let out a low moan. Too late she realized what it meant; eyes opening wide in alarm as she twisted her head desperately around to make eye contact with the dragon.
As Nightshade's hips slammed against hers, the force of it pushed Kyra's face into the pillows. Struggling to catch her breath, Kyra could only whimper, panting as Nightshade quickly established a vicious rhythm, now absolutely Hell bent on breeding the helpless mare trapped beneath her. After a time though, Nightshade's pace slowed enough for Kyra to get air back in her lungs. It seemed the only mercy Nightshade was going to allow as her hips continued to smack viciously against those of her lover. It seemed that all too soon the head of Nightshade's cock had pierced the entrance of Kyra's womb, making her insides clench around the thickness of it; stars popping in her vision. Soon Kyra could no longer feel anything - she couldn't even think. The only thing that mattered was that she didn't want this to stop.
Kyra had lost track of time completely. She wasn't sure how long she lay there, her eyes shut as she lay pinned by Nightshade's powerful thrusts. It seemed to Kyra as though her body were dissolving, dissolving into pure feeling, into nothing but heat. Weakly, she tried to push back against Nightshade but Nightshade’s strong claws on her hips didn’t need the help. She wanted Nightshade to come - needed to feel it inside her.
She would get her wish soon enough. As Nightshade's movements sped up, Kyra knew exactly what was about to happen. Twisting her head around, she made eye contact with the dragon, before her orgasm pulled her under. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over Kyra's body - and she felt distantly that Nightshade had stopped thrusting.
Nightshade pumped into Kyra with one last thrust and then Kyra felt the lovely pulse of heat deep within herself as Nightshade came and kept coming, her claws cutting into Kyra’s hips as Nightshade tossed her head back, unleashing an ear-splitting roar, her body shaking against Kyra's.
Kyra was still shivering in the grips of her own orgasm as Nightshade came apart around her, above her, within her, and the feel of it somehow impossibly pulled more pleasure from her own body as Nightshade kept coming and coming, shooting pulse after pulse of hot, think dragon spunk deep inside Kyra's womb. Even after this the flow never stopped. With nowhere else to go, Nightshade's seed flowed into Kyra's stomach; causing her lower abdomen to swell with the amount of it, giving her the appearance of a mare days from giving birth. In fact with how much seed Nightshade had released into her, the chances of her NOT becoming pregnant were slim.
But neither Kyra nor Nightshade were concerned with that right now, oh no. Having been sated for the moment, Nightshade finally pulled away from Kyra, letting the unicorn collapse onto the bed - a good amount of Nightshade's cum squirting from her well-used marehood onto the bedsheets as they separated. Kyra didn't even notice. Completely exhausted, the unicorn had already fallen into a deep sleep. Her mane was a complete mess now, with sweat matting the fur.
With a somewhat sheepish smile, Nightshade leaned over Kyra's sleeping form, planting a small kiss on the base of her horn. Stretching out beside her, it was seconds before Nightshade too succumbed to slumber.
Fin.
