Coaxial Corundum Concupiscence
Author's Note
This is my fifty–first clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, I'm also using a fan character to partake in it but he doesn't belong to me for AlluringMing deserves the credit; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.
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 what shocked me is the fact it took about over a week to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site since I'd given into fleshing it out completely at my expense, so much so it threatened to go overboard again; I hope you can appreciate the effort I'd put into all of it and that we'd meet again soon, like before.
Coaxial Corundum Concupiscence
A bright and clear befell over the world, its inhabitants graced with the sights of a golden sun and a line of silvers sharing the crystalline firmament in which had made up daytime. As such, everything was automatically in tune with nature as a flock of birds took themselves high with their own flightpaths, singing their hearts out and about as they traveled on. Within the dream drop distance of life was a large sea of the brilliant green, each of its fiber currently in such various combinations already fashioning a bewildering camouflage. The calm gentle breeze traversed throughout the herbage inside of them as the luscious landscape had remained loud and proud of its structured foundations with viridians and browns. For every piece of vegetation dwelling within this environment, there would usually contained a plant capable of providing either nourishment or mortality to any living being overall. Given the rather immense dimensions of such an acreage, it’d have seemed that such a sheer probability of finding anybody residing inside here was rather nonexistent to a fault. Dense moisture of the dewdrops were now taking formation around the surface area upon the innumerable green grasses storing the very floras presently overwhelming themselves. All which would remain to complete this very scenery alone was at least a stray pedestrian in any varying states of being traveling throughout the area for whatever reason imaginable.
In this particular case, a pink dragon was found to be flying alone in the dark woods with a small javelin firmly deep within the grip of its owner’s right claw. A pair of lavender horns had poked around with curvatures reminiscent of fish hooks, bearing an emaciated yet sharply textures compared to the ears beneath. Narrowed within the singular flier’s eyelids were but a pair of moderate sapphires surveying the entire environment alone with an inquisitive gaze altogether. Slung over the scaly integuments were a tan coat of furs with black accents held in place, skimpy enough to cling onto the pink dragon in spite of the modesty.
For what it was worth, the singular traveler wasted no time whatsoever in taking in every single detail of the forest, including the very road taken to explore such things up, close, and personally. Even though the pink dragon was surrounded by walls of caliginous shade and hues born from the very same color, the observant eyes took note of the various others standing out and about. The singular traveler’s ears were treated to a subdued orchestra of flora and fauna seen and unseen, each noise keeping the listener at ease despite the lack of synchronicity and consistency. Crispy cold oxygen had commuted inside and out of the pink dragon, bearing an assortment of saccharine aromas with a hint of spice and everything nice but none of the artificial ingredients. Hereon, nails soared away from the grass and soil underneath as they’d bore textures of smooth grains and dulled softness as they were spared from whatever sudden imprints made all the same. In spite of the protruding muzzle remaining shut tight, the singular traveler had swallowed in the salivation building up within, looking at all the various plants nestled among the herbage thereof. To say nothing of the cerebrations swirled about in the pink dragon, even the atmosphere of mystery was still active: an unfamiliar territory so unlike the rocky mountainsides or watery seas.
It wasn’t long until the singular traveler had came upon the sounds of loud vertical running in the distance, prompted investigation: although curiosity was now at the forefront, caution remained latched onto the listener’s body, still aware of the earth underneath; either way, the discovery was to be made nonetheless, mindful of the miniaturized contraption delicately in tow overall. Obscured quickly as well as quietly into the proximate bushes, the pink dragon had gazed at the source of a concentrated noise: it was a modest yet overflowing cataract cloaked with rushing waters directed in a downward spiral of achromatic whiteness; despite the dimensions at large, the contents thereof remained in place within the unconnected circular body underneath them.
While the sight of such a wonder threatened to compromise the singular traveler’s respiration, nothing had compared to what was residing in the distance: a deep silver wolf nearby the waters. In spite of the abundant fur making up its wearer’s body, some jet–black hair had sprouted from the scalp enormously, most of which already tied back thickly enough to reach past the neckline. The silver wolf wore nothing more than the purple textiles throughout much of the integuments, each of them were all splotched with some goldenrod accentuations at the sides shimmering on. Even though that both of the solitary dweller’s eyelids were narrowed about for the most part, the pink dragon still made out a hint of moderate scarlet from within them, but not the bloodlust. Another striking differentiation betwixt themselves was the sheer fact the silver wolf’s attire was thin yet modest enough to accommodate with the environment they were both inside of no less.
“What kind of world’s this where wolves made up of wood are living in the forest of all places: this isn’t even like all the other places I’d been to, let alone remembered; where exactly am I…?” a buffed spiel had escaped from out the solitary dweller’s muzzle as both eyes were staring at the embers of a campfire made nearby the waterside.
Considering the lack of proximity between the two differentiated lifeforms, the pink dragon was still maintaining distance from the silver wolf while commentating quietly to a fault so to speak, “wolves made of wood: what kind of bullshit is that; isn’t he a wolf too?! I don’t know what his deal is but he needs to get his head checked in while he still can; such madness they’re spouting about up in their world no less…”
“What was that: who goes there; not gonna show yourself then, huh?!” the solitary dweller had barked with a fullness rich and mild than before, red eyes darting about to and fro; of course, the singular traveler stayed out of sight, “why am I not so surprised…? This is what the forest is doing to you, Feng: as a matter of fact, it’s messing with your head already and you’ve been in there for only a day; if it weren’t even for your survival skills, then you may as well be a goner by then…! Even if I’d brought an encyclopedia with me, the flora and fauna alone doesn’t even match up with the ones I’ve gotten ahold of in the past; this must be one of the strange new worlds I’d ended up in just recently, which may as well explain much, if at all…”
“It’s Equestria, not the Dragon Lands as far as I know; he must really be one of those foreigners that have been allowed into here, thanks to their princesses: of course, he’s not like the ones from here or there, much less anywhere overall, not even ones that I knew of if at all…” said the pink dragon silently while watching the silver wolf return his gaze on the flames surrounded by rocks.
The solitary dweller took a bite from a charred fish skewered on a stick firmly gripped by its owner’s right hand, swallowing it down without either hesitation or obstruction whatsoever; then, he’d grumbled, “no matter, I guess until I can find a way back into my own world, may as well make do with what’s in this one, no matter how strange or bizarre it is to the likes of me…”
“So then, he really isn’t from this world at all, much less from Equestria or the Dragon Lands but if that’s the case, then how’s it so?” the singular traveler cerebrated about whilst climbing onto one of the tree branches, still out of the silver wolf’s line of eyesight, “of course, he doesn’t look like any of those Diamond Dogs here and abroad, let alone like any other dog they keep as pets. He seems to be smarter than the average ones some ponies keep talking about here and there, not to mention one of the Diamond Dogs some other dragon had been mentioning sometime ago: his hair is obviously one of those dead giveaways, especially since he already has all that fur on his body, like them for exactly. In spite of this, there’s absolutely no way he’s going to be in a friendly mood if he happens to see me overall, javelin or no javelin: almost no pony I’d ever come to know of has ever even been brave enough to stare us all down, let alone go to the Dragon Lands; I shouldn’t even have the right to be surprised if he reacts in the same way as the ones that did ever show up at our home. Even though he’s nothing like those Diamond Dogs or puny ponies, there’s no way he’s going to be a pushover in any form at all; he may be small time to a lot of us dragons but that look in his eyes’ telling me otherwise, despite being so distracted no less: it’s probably likely he’s smart enough to be out on his own rather than being with a small pack, like the others so to speak of. Likewise, going easy on this poor creature is already out of the question, especially considering his diet from what I can tell now: apparently, he’s eating some fish by the riverside or something, hence the campfire he’d seemed to have presumably made earlier; that means his palate’s more or less the same compared to ours, especially since we dragons eat gems more often than fish. Defenses are obviously much needed, especially at a close range since my kind has a reputation of being on the opposing sides: not all of us can breath fire but we can still pack a punch through sheer size alone, especially at our fully developed formations; even the tiniest of infants can start a fire without even meaning to, not that it matters since this is usually the first thing they can do. Seeing that I’m staying out of sight from that wolf, further observance is something I can’t afford to ignore ever so freely about: even though I’m safe up in the tree, I can’t stay here for long, much less avoid him outright should he end up discover me; besides, this branch is barely strong enough on its very own to support my body completely, even with how thick it already looks.”
“There’s no use in hiding anyway now: I know you’re here anyway so the least you can do from hereon out is stop pretending I can’t see or hear you; can’t you please show yourself already…?” the solitary dweller spoke out calmly, this time more firm and stern than before, much less the first time heard all the very same nevertheless.
This had broken the pink dragon’s line of thought completely, not that the silver wolf was aware of so to speak as the former broke out sweating within the darkest part of the woodland heaving, “shit, how could’ve he’d known where I was: I’d happened to be quiet to a fault when it’d came to staying out of sight yet he’d learned of my location that fast; what kind of canine is he?!”
“You can’t hide forever if you stay in one place for a long time, you know; after all, someone’s going to find your hiding spot…” the solitary dweller said, taking a stand upon the ground with his stick now depleted of its recent foodstuff now consumed about, “besides, I can smell you already reeking about from afar and it’s giving your location away…”
“Dammit, he’s even picked up my scent; I know that dogs tend to find whoever and whatever they’re looking for by aroma alone but this is too much: I’d just gotten out of my lava bath hours ago…!” the singular lurker had ruminated about as the silver wolf was walking on closer to the tree the former took refuge in not so long ago.
The pink dragon’s visage burned more deeply than the scales making up the integuments alone as sapphires cautiously faced down at where the solitary dweller was now standing with a click, “it’s over now, can you please come down from the tree already…?”
“But if I do that, then we’ll end up having to fight; after all, I’m probably much faster than you, not to mention even taller no less…” the singular lurker had spoken back in turn, this time more with a coloratura of mezzo forte backing within the top of the lungs, “besides, I was just only looking for some fish to trawl and eat; I’d thought that this place was barren, bereft of ponies…”
“Ponies… what are you talking about…?” the silver wolf had responsively exclaimed in sheer confusion alone.
The pink dragon replied to the solitary dweller in kind, albeit gently this time, “you mean to tell me you haven’t seen them yet…?”
“Apparently not: it’s my first time being in this forest as far as I can tell; besides, I know what they look like and they’re not here…” the silver wolf had answered back to the singular lurker almost instantaneously, exasperated but still in control of the general moods, “I met plenty of them back where I’d come from and they’re pretty friendly; are you friendly or are you not…?”
“Perhaps, it’d be wise to introduce myself: I’m Ballista Cinders and I’ve arrived from the Dragon Lands in search of some food; I’ve figured from the reputation these ponies are giving it, I’d figured that I’d have gotten the whole forest to myself but I guess I was wrong all the same…” the titular traveler had greeted reluctantly to the downwind observer immediately so to speak of.
This kept the silver wolf right at ease, despite watching the pink dragon hover downward from the tree the latter had used earlier; in any case, the former was quick to make an introduction, “I’m Feng, Feng Lei Kahn, a mercenary from a faraway land, just like you but further down past your homeland so it seems; I’m just having a hard time navigating these parts of the woods…”
“First time for everything, if I’m not mistaken; don’t worry, it happens to all of us: after all, I’ve been to this part of Equestria ago…” the singular traveler sniggered slightly much to the solitary dweller’s annoyance as the flaking flames fluttered against air, “we’re in the Everfree Forest, according to some scared little ponies no less; I’d been here so many times, I know its layout…”
“No surprises there…” Feng grumbled about.
In any case, Cinders watched as the silver wolf walked back to the campfire and sat down nearby to watch it closely so to speak of; nevertheless, the former was quick to ask, “what’s wrong; you don’t look so happy about it: is it because of the forest here…?”
“Worse, I’ve been separated from troop and I can’t even find a way back home, if at all: it’s been real hell only since that day alone…”the solitary traveler answered with a huff as both eyes were firmly latched onto the embers rather than the approaching pink dragon, “we were on the verge of getting the fuck out of enemy territory until we’d came across one of their items in a chest. According to our intel, our opponents were developing a way to minimize all long distance travels by experimenting with it: they’d gotten ahold of a duplication spell they were planning to use on one of the artifacts that allowed the users teleportation; with them both put together, the enemy would’ve been one step closer to not only winning the war but also taking over the world. Therefore, it was a necessity to go search and destroy them both so as to keep our homeland and its neighbors safe at all costs; after all, no one entity, let alone an entire nation, should ever be allowed to have all of that power to themselves whatsoever: besides, this very combination alone would make the whole wide world extremely unstable to no end for either us or them altogether. Even worse, there were plenty of other items they’d possessed that would’ve spelt big trouble for all of us here and abroad no less: weapons, gadgets, and other valuables ranging from the commonplace to the most rarest in terms of qualities known and unknown; fighting to that last trooper and weapon wasn’t the only way to end the war, let alone win it when it came down to it. Reconnaissance was my specialty but the higher ups weren’t going to go and send me out there to destroy the scroll alone at all; I had a full team of several others running alongside me to carry out the mission, each with their own special set of skills as well: demolition, artillery, infantry, incineration, engineering, and sharpshooting were what had made them stars in their own rights. In any case, it was imperative to infiltrate the enemy’s stronghold and obtain the scroll for complete and utter dissolution: we couldn’t do much since they were already expecting company desperate to get their hands on it and the artifacts in question; ergo, we had to be discreet, quick, clean, and quiet, something most individuals in our line of work could relate to all too well. Navigating the territory was much easier with the whole operation taking place at night rather than when the sun was all out: all we had to do was to minimize noise and enemy contact at all costs since there were more of them than there were us few; considering how things had went so well to a fault, it almost looked like we were going to be home free when something went wrong. Going after us was a stray recruit hired as a temporary nightwatch whom had sounded the alarm as soon as we were out of here: even though we’d all maintained our distance after getting them out of there, fierce fighting had erupted almost instantaneously; I’d ended up making the mistake of dropping the teleportation device on the ground in the process and wound up inside of here. So there you have it, the story of my life and times in the military abridged to fit an entire paper report for the whole audience; although in this case, seeing that you’re all alone, it mostly likely doesn’t even matter to you or anyone else either way overall: after all, I’ve been up and down the Everfree all day and all night without rest or relaxation, at least until I’d learned what to do.”
“Sounds like to me you’ve had a tough day in the forest: happens to a lot of ponies that end up there, hence the reasoning; anyway, I can help you find a way out of there and save yourself the trouble of having to trudge through the green…” the singular traveler had said whilst the pointed tail kept its owner’s remaining body off of the ground Feng was still resting upon nevertheless.
This was more than enough for the silver wolf to jump back on both feet and reply to Ballista, “let me finish this fish off and you have yourself a deal…”
Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.
In spite of all the changes moving forward, the sun was still high among the event horizon that was the big blue sky with all the clouds great and small, each bearing silver. The only things that had dared to reach them but to no avail were mountainous megaliths opened 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 within 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 the deep crevasses and ravines filled with only both hot and cold minerals coexisting into 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 the 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 the 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 other dragons flying out and about freely, unbound by the gravity which had been holding 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, unlike the pinkest one. In spite of it all, whatever differences these uniformly lifeforms were enough for many potential observers to take notice of, contributing to the collective dearth as far as others.
Even with the change of scenery, everything was, by and large, more in tune with nature, despite being barren: the lack of grass was one significant indicator. Whatever birds found to be taking itself to a high level within their new flightpath had stayed all quiet, save for a few tweets, as they’d traveled on and about. Within the dream drop distance of life was an enormous sea of sand and fog, each fiber’s various combinations already creating such bewildering camouflage. The calm gentle breeze had still traversed all throughout the whole rocky terrain as the lifeless landscape remain loud and proud of its uniform foundation. A few bits and pieces of skeletal remains were discovered to have been scattered across the flat surface area served as a fair warning of what laid onwardly. Given the immense size of such an acreage alone, it’d have seemed that the sheer probability of finding anything residing inside here was rather nonexistent. The spicy aroma had climbed up from the ground as they’d all blended well enough on their own with the opened atmosphere and its free–flowing oxygen. All that was left to complete this very scene was at least a stray cavern in any varying state of corporeality being etched alongside the whole environment.
It was at this point in time two individuals were discovered to be traversing about the entire area: the silver wolf walking about freely on the sand and the scaly flier trailing after from behind.
“Interesting, so even though you look feminine to the other wolves, you’re actually masculine underneath all the fabric here…” Ballista said incredulously flying nearby the furry pedestrian as they were already taking in the details with their eyesight alone, “I knew there was something different about you at the first sight but I’d never imagined how much exactly no less if at all…”
“You weren’t the first being that commented on my looks, let alone the first dragon: the males of my tribe were hard to tell apart from the females but we were no pushovers; I was trained in the art of war through many different forms of combat, close quarters and long range…” Feng had replied as the heated sand directly underneath his paws were being felt all the same so to speak.
The pink dragon was conversely unaffected as both of the wings had still kept their owner in midair whilst speaking freely, “my javelin was just for show but it still packs a punch when it comes to catching my food like fish for example as I’d said before; of course, I don’t really care much about fighting, if at all, especially when it comes to weaklings like ponies for example…”
“Why is that: is it because they’re scared of the forest; what could’ve possibly make them see it like that…?” the silver wolf asked as he’d noticed the skies become more dense with cloud cover hogging up the sunlight, “I know that a forest hike is the last thing a first timer would dare to do but it’s not like all the ponies would be afraid of it…”
“You really have no idea how this world works at all, Feng: as far as I’d known, they’d always rally right behind their pretty precious princess Celestia, just because she controls the sun; yet, when it comes to the Everfree Forest, everypony ends up scurrying off like a school of fish…” the scaly flier elaborated to the hairy walker.
Feng smelled the faint traces of water emanating within the atmosphere and had said to Ballista, “hey, do you ever get the feeling that it’s going to rain any second from now: I just can’t help myself but to smell it in the air; what do you think…?”
“It’s those damn pegasus ponies messing with all these rainclouds and sending them out into our direction when they leave Equestria!” the pink dragon spat out as both sapphire orbs were directed at the silver chariot requiem which was once filled with the blue sky fish, “they always can’t go one day without having a little shower to water their plants and whatnot, if at all…”
“What…?” the silver wolf exclaimed softly as sure enough, a soft plop soon bounced up against the sands and rocks instantly, subsiding throughout the surface area before subsiding into the folds without any opposition; soon, more drops of the same textures found their own way upon them until additional reinforcements had gained ground almost immediately with little warning.
It didn’t even take long so for the earth underneath themselves to be supersaturated almost in an instant as far as they can feel it clearly, sensing the terrain becoming drenched in the process by the downpour from the current location where they’d been traversing about all too freely no less.
Almost instantaneously, the scaly flier was quick to scoop the bristled perambulator with both hands as their clothes became supersaturated with the achromatic liquid reminiscent of the river; while doing so, the former remained calm on the outside compared to the latter but thinking all throughout the time, “I guess I’d spoken too soon; we might as well find some shelter already!”
It didn’t take long for either Ballista or Feng to find a cave already as they’d taken refuge from the descending rain immediately: as far as the twosome could see clearly, the outside world, despite becoming wet, remained the only source of light for them both; still, whatever kind of illumination being shown wasn’t enough to brighten the barren and lacking borders altogether.
“Well, so much for walking off to your home: any second longer and I might as well would’ve caught my death of cold eventually…” the silver wolf sighed, shaking off what little liquid clung to both clothing and fur upon walking away from the pink dragon whom discarded the weapon, “so it’s official: I’m trapped in another world with no way whatsoever of return back home if all. Unbelievable, isn’t it; not only that, I’d narrowly escaped my demise at least twice so far ever since my fateful arrival: first at the hands of these wooden wolf monsters and then at your homeland with all your probable friends wondering to themselves if I’m going to end up as their dinner, no offense…”
“None taken, any pony that didn’t have a better plan besides acting like a pompous idiot on the way here deserved an asskicking; at least the only good thing I can take advantage of when it comes to Equestrian rainstorms is putting on a show for you, Feng…” the scaly inhabitant had chuckled about as the black and tans coat was now casted aside nearby the furred counterpart.
Already, Ballista was in the altogether, showing off a limber yet curvaceous form alongside a vast cleavage with both ords on display for Feng to see very clearly. Almost immediately, the hot and tepid atmosphere full of oxygen was dousing the pink dragon’s scales upon the otherwise muscular body without any kind of effect. At once, the scaly dweller had taken the initiative to step back out of the cave and in the pouring rain, falling onto the horns first in full force based on what it’d felt. Any thoughts Ballista had became irrelevant now, already drenched in the running compound and embracing the lukewarm reception provided there without harm.
Afterwards, the pink dragon’s flowerbed caught some clear and undivided attention altogether, reaching firmly between both thighs without so much as a care. Covering the sheath, a hand was quickly padded over and started rubbing it slowly, feeling the slowly tightening reaction now already chaffing about instantly. A gradually loud moan had escaped from the scaly bystander’s muzzle, especially right after she began to nudge throughout it, thanks to their contrasting textures. In no time whatsoever, they’d been increasing in quantity and volume as well, especially now that Ballista spreaded both legs apart and made small movements. Still scouring in between the softly tightened velvet underground, another high–pitched moan had escaped from the pink dragon’s mouth almost instantaneously. A jolt had travel up to her spine, quivering with pleasure as she was still stroking up and down in her very own flowerbed before wedging itself back effortlessly. With its contents gathering around, Ballista was moaning in a blissful ecstasy as a clear fluid of her own making had splashed onto her hands and ground at once.
As the nerves and stamina inside the pink dragon’s whole body finally regained control almost immediately, she quickly collapsed onto the wet sand, facing the precipitation with satisfaction. The earth underneath herself was still supersaturated due to downpour and the other solutions washed away in the process because of the actions in question taken by the likes of her alone. With many of the countless raindrops still descending throughout Ballista’s very body at once, she’d smiled anyway from the loose textures of what had been in store long ago anyway no less. Soon, the pink dragon had opened wide and collected a mouthful of rainwater from above in so little time whatsoever, not much could ever be said about the taste, or lack thereof overall herein.
The silver wolf at this point in time whom had been watching all of this unfold felt himself become hot and bothered, not only because of the heat and humidity but also due to the fact she’d lain outside bare and moist; sure enough, he was quick to move closer towards her and the deluge she was in to call out the latter’s name softly, “Ballista…?”
“Feng, would you… go ahead… please take me… as I am… and give me… your love, wolf…?” the eponymous lounger asked with a breathless huff in turn as his waistline grew a protuberance, “I am so… dirty now… please fuck me…”
“Ballista, what’s wrong with you?!” the aforementioned onlooker choked out in response to the pink dragon’s moaning, watching her being wet.
She’d retained the strength to look back at the silver wolf and whine, “please, I beg… of you, Feng… I need your… cock inside… of my snatch…”
“Are you serious about it; have you no shame?!” he’d said exasperatedly to Ballista whom was smiling salaciously as she gotten onto all four limbs with her haunches on full display afore him, “we’d just gotten out of the forest and the rain yet you’re willing to having some fun out there; aren’t you worried about getting sick afterwards?!”
“I’m a dragon, silly, not a dog like you, Feng, or a pony like those Equestrians, especially her; the only storm that affect us greatly are blizzards and the like, not the rain or sand here and there: even though they’re rare, we’re tend to hate the snow because of how cold it is for all of us…” the pink dragon answered whimsically without a care for the titular traveler or the very weather.
Even though the silver wolf was burning brighter and deeper than all of the scales onto her body, he struggled against the sudden impact made by her tantalizing exhibition altogether with a sigh, “even so, aren’t you at least worried about all the other dragons spotting you in such a shameful manner no less…?”
“Relax, this is the Dragon Lands, not your village or Ponyville for that matter; there’s honestly nothing at all to worry about it…” Ballista purred lasciviously as she’d looked back at him with a flick of her tail afore his blushing ruby sparked eyes all the same, “every dragon around these parts could care less about what they have to wear so long as they don’t get too cold in winter. Besides, we have the whole entire cave to ourselves to have our fun together, an empty one at that just to remind you of course: any dragon worth their salt and pepper would beat ‘em and eat ‘em for the hope of having a small home to call their very own; speaking of which, forgive me for saying this but it’d probably be a long time until you’re even able to return to your world. You and I getting to know each other beforehand was the most boring way for us to pass the time compared to flying ‘cross the sea: if I hadn’t met you at all, then there would be no telling what would’ve happened if at all when it’d came to the Everfree Forest; it’d be as if I’d be eating the same food from the same spot for every single day ever since the molt from all too long ago…”
“Sounds like to me you have the most boring life compared to me: even though you’re a dragon, I’d expected much more excitement from the likes of you; after all, you were capable of doing so much more than that since you’d taken me to your homeland not too long ago all the same…” Feng had spoken back to the pink dragon at once.
She’d still refused to budge any further and replied, “I ought to say the same thing about you; after all those adventures you’ve had on the job, I’d figured that now would be the time for us to take a load off together: even now, I’m betting that you’re still wondering what this big dragon’s dirty little pussy would feel like with your big meaty wolf cock inside of it, aren’t you, Feng…?”
“What… how could she even think of such a thing at a time like this: are all the dragons in this world are just as lustful as her…?” the silver wolf cerebrated as his eyes were staring back at the eponymous subject whom was still swaying her hips in front of him, “on the other hand, I don’t think there’s anything else I’d say or do to pass the time until I find a way back home either…”
“Come one, do me right then and there already; I can’t barely wait any longer until I feel it inside me overall: I can sense your cock growing about every second you’re looking at my slutty butt!” the pink dragon mewled with a wink and a smile still unwavering about as he’d looked onward at her glistening supersaturated crevices out and about against the pouring precipitation over them.
At the very least, the crossroads of destiny had appeared before the likes of Feng in spite of the barren sands’ still flattened form: as far as he already seen it, the choices provided from her were binary in nature by terms of categories alone to each one’s own; in this case, it’d seem there was almost no escape whatsoever from the otherwise diminutive sphere of influence nevertheless.
In any case, the silver wolf couldn’t do much other than shed his clothes since they were still moist from the same compound that drenched him and Ballista not too long ago so to speak of. Obviously, his shirt was the first to go, exposing his torso to the otherwise heated elements such as hydrogen and oxygen lingering separately as all the fur onto it stood upon endwise altogether. Then, after undoing the scant few accessories around the waistline, Feng had pulled down his elongated trousers and revealed a jet–black undergarment covering up its wearer’s tumescence. At long last, it, too, had joined the pile of discarded textiles both the silver wolf and pink dragon all once donned earlier before becoming wet with rainwater as he’d joined her in the altogether.
Within only seconds, he’d sprang from their shelter on two knees and pounced onto her breech instantaneously, planting his muzzle into her direction as a tongue had slipped out from himself. Just when Ballista had thought the very world was feeling so cold, it was the dribble from Feng’s muzzle surpassing the point of being even more so than the compound falling onto themselves. The pink dragon only attempted to reach down to her bosom and started furbishing the leftmost rhythmically as the silver wolf began permeating through her fundament in a silent way at once. As he was slurping and licking within them all, his salivation had dripped right deeply inside of her haunches, its frigidity now causing her to cry out a series of loud climatic moans altogether. Listening clearly to Ballista’s plethora of voluptuous sultry cries already, it was some sort of the enthralling kind of such encouragement for Feng as he’d continued to lick deeper all the while. Happy to proceed onward, the silver wolf was quick to find the very sensation more appetizing than any foodstuff in question, especially since that the pink dragon was still firmly in his grasp. The state in which the twosome were in was ironically comfortable, especially when she’d discovered it to be much helpful that he stopped to lap at her velvet underground as well briefly. The brief intervals of time granted to Ballista were already made by the likes of Feng alternating in between her breech and flowerbed repetitively with such attentions to their respective details.
Soon, the silver wolf had let go of the pink dragon’s limbs gently whilst taking a look at her wet body they were still attached to whilst panting about all the very same, “how are you liking the foreplay, Ballista: pleased to find that it’d been to your preference so far; tell me, what else would you also desire from the likes of me now…?”
“Eat my pussy, Feng; I want to see how all of it feels on your tongue before I go take it all in…” she’d shivered about after collapsing onto the wet sand, turning around to face himself lustfully, “sides, I should’ve expected better to have somebody start giving me a rimjob all of the sudden.”
“You mean to tell me you’ve done this before…?” the aforementioned onlooker asked Ballista almost immediately as she’d rubbed her sheath.
The pink dragon giggled about before answering the silver wolf, “once or twice… mostly with other dragons: I’d remembered Maar eating me out here and there before shoving a strapon into my asshole overall; of course, we don’t mind other boys doing it to us as some of them do with each other…”
“Wow, I knew that there was something strange about this world but I’d never expected all of this coming from just you alone…” he’d said to her even as she stretched the innermost folds of her velvet underground before his eyes, despite the ongoing deluge, “aren’t you even just the slightest bit worried about getting sick or something from all this sex you’re having on the side?”
“Whelp, please, we dragons are the strongest of the bunch, we almost never get sick if at all: don’t tell me you’re already health conscious like those namby–pamby ponies here in Equestria; even after what you’d done to me, there’s no reason to stop and get cold feet already now…!” Ballista guffawed as Feng’s prepuce shrank about.
A frown appeared upon the silver wolf’s face as he’d chuckled darkly from what the pink dragon had said to him, “then I guess you don’t mind what’s going to happen next; after all, this was your idea to strip naked and have a little fun all by yourself in the rain while I had to stand there and watch you do it: consider this my reply…”
“What are you talking abo ––– OOH…!” she’d struggled to speak as he’d quickly took aim at her flowerbed with little warning whatsoever, “oh yeah, that’s the spirit, Feng; eat this slut dragon out already, my little wolfie…!”
Within only seconds, the titular individual had sprung to action and then planted his muzzle into Ballista’s sheath this time around, feeling her scales underneath his body. Almost immediately, the silver wolf slowly slid right into the pink dragon’s velvet underground, earning a giggle from her as he’d started licking the few contents away. Quickly, he’d currently felt a lone hand resting on his jet–black hair after sliding his very tongue inwardly, no doubt a spontaneous response from the likes of her alone. All other options left for Ballista was to moan slowly yet loudly for her flowerbed was so tight; even so, Feng soon ran his tongue around her legs as they’d been spread. Apparently, the silver wolf could barely help himself but drooled every time his pink tongue had went sliding in and out of the pink dragon’s sheath repetitively overall. At long last did she give out some more small moans again which had then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment he’d licked further deeper inward altogether. A sheer cold from Feng’s icy tongue caused the same clear fluid from Ballista to squirt onto his taste buds warmly in kind, all of which diluted by the ongoing downpour.
Afterwards, the silver wolf climbed further upward over the pink dragon’s body before stopping at her bust, his muzzle mere centimeters away from her ords. He’d moved more onward to her cleavage and had started to fondle them slowly with his tongue, making her moan slightly from first contact instantaneously. Soon, Ballista felt herself hardened as Feng had started suckling onto her own figure, leaving behind ribbons of saliva onto her bosoms without even a care. The pink dragon‘s moaning had then intensified when the silver wolf began chewing over the nubbins, causing her to run a hand over his hair only briefly. Since her luxuries were now being met, she was more than happy to indulge in the freedom to laze about since she was still lying supine alongside himself. As a result of Feng’s unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air had respired in and out of Ballista at various speeds and its concentrations in turn all the while. Already accompanied by the lone legatos of the pink dragon’s emissions, the silver wolf got a taste of the same contents from earlier at once immediately. Of course, she’d smiled about as he’d drank away the fluids provided from her alone anyway, unperturbed from the surprising results all in all nevertheless.
“Your breasts are far more softer than I’d recently expected and filled with milk too: how is that even possible all of the sudden; what’s your secret?” Feng had asked Ballista after breaking away, slowly becoming overwhelmed by a wave of concupiscence thanks to her and the fullest formation she’d still possessed on full display.
The pink dragon sighed softly with a deeper blush as the silver wolf sat back up and had started to press his shaft in between her bust until its tip was seen underneath her cheek, “oh, you silly little wolf pup, didn’t anyone tell you it’s not wise to ask any lady, even a dragoness, how to reveal their secrets after meeting for the first time…?”
“You’re right, how could I ever forget so easily…?” he’d sputtered about in confusion and delay as his reddened yard grew against the total surface area of her cleavage, “I’d never imagined I’d be ending up somewhere else because of what had happened earlier, let alone with the likes of you no less…”
“Just enjoy yourself for now: after all, I’ve done the same and all you had to do was stand and watch me; besides, your cock’s getting used to being between my tits already so to speak of…” Ballista had chuckled freely before licking away Feng’s prepuce only briefly, causing himself to go ahead and shiver about in the process.
The silver wolf could barely help himself but drool and blush now that his own shaft had now became more tumescent, no doubt work of the pink dragon’s bust bearing a rough yet plump texture on both sides. Now with his yard sliding throughout until its point had become seen by the likes of her as well, she’d currently started squeezing both of her bosoms mutually on each side of it all with such a basic gentility no less. Ballista began swaying them up and down concomitantly while her tongue soon slipped through and out below her hot and heavy lips again before reaching the tip of Feng’s prepuce for some lacquer in the process. The silver wolf had started to become aroused at what the pink dragon was trying to do, only this time his soft moaning was the only sound being heard amongst the rain, driving the thoughts of going inside her faster. He was determined to let his lusts be satiated alongside her as the surface area of her own bust had kept his shaft rigid and straightforward against them all, moving faster than ever as far as they’d all see clearly. Ballista was already at ease with the notion of letting Feng do all the work, even with all of the torrential rainfall still in effect as far as their integuments could still feel every drop upon both of the bodies in question. In a matter of moments, the silver wolf had felt his yard swelling up and at the pink dragon’s cleavage; considering the contrasting textures between themselves, this had served to aid him even more so already. Before long, his limbs threatened to betray him despite holding onto her bosoms firmly, hanging in just in time to feel his prepuce splatter a similar compound across her neckline, much to her joy despite the rain.
Feng panted as Ballista’s bust became caked with his fluids before sliding off from her body and back onto the ground like before, his shaft still red like his eyes and burning brighter than prior, “oh, fuck, I don’t think I’d ever remembered cumming on a cute gal’s breasts in a long time, let alone a dragoness altogether…”
“Really now…?” the pink dragon spoke incredulously as she was quick to turn her head in the silver wolf’s direction like so, “I knew for a fact that your cock was going to have a hard time putting up after a little foreplay but I’d figured the least my milk could do was give you the strength to keep on going…”
“Forgive me, it’s just that I’d never imagined that I’d ever get this far today, much less keep at it: had I know how it was going to turn out sooner, I may as well would’ve rest up first beforehand; at the very least, I’d have been better prepared to give you a better outcome than this, right…?” he’d said as she’d stared onward without a care.
In any case, Ballista was more than quick to chime right back into the fray, sitting up straight to take aim at Feng’s yard with a still lingering wanderlust thanks to their performance with a coo, “I guess that makes both of us: like I said before, I’d hoped to have the whole forest to myself but perhaps I should’ve considered other variables; thankfully, I can make this all up to you…”
It didn’t take long for the silver wolf to be making eye contact once more with the pink dragon’s velvet underground, this time with feeling as his muzzle was being quickly smothered by its still supersaturated innermost folds. After using what little remaining strength therein, she’d realigned herself at a different direction in which she was now taking aim at his prepuce still rising adjacently before her sapphire eyes, both of which filled with lust. Now Feng was feeling his cheekbones now burning brighter than his rose red rubies since he and Ballista were mutually inverted towards one another, her hands already making contact with both of his kneecaps with proximity. With the same tongue from before, the silver wolf jutted into the pink dragon’s moist sheath, sending tingles throughout her body again as both eyes were shut tightly and quiet moans being all suppressed instantaneously. After mollycoddling his shaft with her fingers, she reopened them to look onward in contentment away from the rest of his body, her very fundament held firmly in his grasp with the muzzle buried at once ran roundabout. Whilst Ballista had swayed her waist, Feng wasted no time whatsoever in lapping at her velvet underground with nearly fractioned thunderbolt speed, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue surveyed it all. Because of the surface areas and depths within the pink dragon‘s flowerbed being explored, she’d felt salivation curling down from the corner of her lips with his excursion had already given way to hunger and thirst. As he’d stretched her sheath widely with such ease and roughness alone, it’d prompted herself to go and lap at his yard after a loud moan had escaped amidst the gurgling about at the stardust memory of their first encounter. Since the otherwise toned structural integrity was becoming compromised by Feng’s gentle touch, Ballista was in bliss at what he was doing to her in kind, his prepuce still deep inside of her muzzle with all the liberties.
Even with the pink dragon’s velvet underground still leaking about thanks to the silver wolf’s efforts, this didn’t even last long: despite their tongues and mouths transferring so much stimulating pleasure amongst themselves, only he’d gotten more from her; conversely, she’d received absolutely no such results from him whatsoever, much to her newfound frustrations.
“Ballista, you’d stopped blowing me down: is everything okay around there; did I go off and do something wrong this time here?” he’d asked her only to get no reply from her at all whatsoever; this had now left him too unnerved to even continue onward, “Ballista, you alright; can you please tell me what’s wrong: is it because of what had happened just now…”
“This will not do…” the eponymous lover said quietly enough for Feng to not pick up her growing sentiment.
The silver wolf was confused by the sounds of silence emanating from the pink dragon and peeped, “Ballista…?”
“This won’t do at all: I’ve let you get away with far too much the second I’d felt your tongue inside my asshole but no longer!” she’d snarled about, bolting upward in so little time alone he’d could barely make sense of her speed traveled due to getting air, “you can cum on my breasts or all that I care for but the least you can do was put a bigger timespace between that and the now!”
“Ballista, what the fuck are you doing; what’s the matter with you: is all this because of my very foreplay?!” Feng had exclaimed as both of his eyes met the aforementioned individual, this time filled with a restrained fury.
Although the silver wolf remained calm and unharmed, he could see the pink dragon’s grimace all the same as she’d answered him instantaneously, “it’s nothing personal really: I just really don’t like it when a good male keeps a grown dragoness from reaching a climax when it comes to getting a taste from his cock; no matter, I hope you still have more me by the time I’m done!”
To put it simply, she’d crawled across his body backwards before sitting back down, this time with his shaft now inside of her haunches as both hands had gripped onto her very abdomen. Soon, the movement had started slow like before, gaining some momentum as Feng had rose on upward to cuddle Ballista firmly with his fingers already latching onto her cleavage’s endings. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did the pink dragon started feeling her nubbins being affected once again, this time by the silver wolf with slippery surfaces of its pith and substance. Now, she’d thought aloud with her mind about how much she wanted to reach down into her velvet underground to regain more pleasure, not that it’d mattered since he’d grabbed her breech. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, Ballista was moaning the loudest since her waist was being occupied by Feng’s yard, reacquainting themselves with their flesh’s textures. Much momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as the pink dragon had still bounced against the silver wolf’s prepuce with growing determination as she felt his hands. In a matter of moments, he’d spurted yet another discharge into her once more with feeling, this time into her fundament as she collapsed off of him almost immediately, the rain washing it all.
“Hah, fuck… that was so exhilarating: I’d never imagined how all of this would be so enjoyable, let alone rewarding altogether…” Feng muffled as he struggled to take a stand once again, this time undeterred as the precipitation rinsed away him and Ballista, “let’s head on right back inside before I get sick from the rain…”
“Yeah…” the pink dragon sighed, crawling directly after the silver wolf on the way to the same cave from before as they were now out of the rain.
Both were now within each other’s company as the deluge alone had fallen onto the solid earth, still washing away the solutions but not the stardust memories themselves as pairs of eyes were staring at the singular opening to the outside world they’d concealed them from, the labors of both love and lust lost in the echo helping them reach a consensus further apart from the forest.
