Author's Note
This is my fifty–second clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, this is perhaps the first story in which involves a new pairing, hence the image; 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 fortnight 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'd threatened to go overboard once again; I hope you can appreciate the effort I'd put into all of it and that we'd meet again soon, like before.
Their Inner Fires
If there was one thing that had proved to be noticeable, then it would be the sheer cold already beginning to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many things attempting to keep things warm and toasty. For starters, the sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel with its white noise hissing amongst a never stagnant but grayscale background; in addition, the clashes of silver chariot and star platinum gleamed. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs, all of which accented with layers of ice and snow growing in color and quantity. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knoll, the white coverings surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence with many of the mountains surrounding them, despite the tall wood fencing having shut out much of the world. Many a fire stood out in the open air against the driving winds, almost all resting on top of a pole but refusing to submit to the cold it’d brought; in addition, they were all kept at a safe distance from the homes which sheltered its tenants. The fair town was scarce with its own denizens of various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life at large; in spite of everything so far, there were still exceptions.
As a matter of fact, there was at least one bystander discovered to be out and about: a bulky jet–black yak was surveying the village far and wide. An abundance of silvery hair was found to be spreading far and wide throughout their wearer’s face to the point much of the upper half hid away. Anyways, the jet–black yak was wearing a silken cloak of sapphire and pearl covering much of the wearer’s thick body, save for the limbs no less.
“Hmm… long time since dragon flight attack Yakyakistan: barely survive war if not for friends nearby; never imagine befriend dragon so to speak…” the lone bystander had growled wistfully as the weather grew more serene, despite the lingering payload occurring about all the very same nonetheless.
Just when it’d seemed the jet–black yak was left alone lost in a train of thought, another gruff voice escaped into the ears, “your highness…!”
“How say you, dear subject…?” the lone listener replied, turning around to find the source of the newfound interloper belonging to the likes of a similar compeer: smaller and jaded with short blue hair wearing a purple deel, “what status of our guest’s arrival; anything else we need to know about her: diets, allergies, quirks, and other miscellaneous whatnot…?”
“Nothing too serious, your highness: Dragon Lord just only stay over for weekend all in all; of course, there still matter of rise tension between us yaks and dragons, especially since attack…” the compact yak answered the royal counterpart confidently, despite showing even one brief sign of hesitation altogether so to speak of no less.
In any case, it didn’t take much for the cloaked bystander to follow after the lesser speaker with a grumble, “can’t blame them: we yaks may be far from scare yet neither are dragons; strong as we be, they fierce enough to put up fight. Causes of death many and vary – old age, illness, suicide; but, out of long morbid list, one fate still stand out amongst all others: death by fire. Even now, younglings speak of dragons in their nightmare, some be first word since birth; flames sustain life yet can end life, directly and otherwise: fact that they wield such power alone astonishing. What also astonishing dragons’ weakness to ice and snow of all things: stay out there too long and even strongest slow down over time like nothing; we yaks settle here because ancestors prior grew tired of weather south of us. Although we’ve find friends like and unlike yak, trouble still same and dragons happen to be one of them: no matter size, shape, or shade, their innate powers remain same as well as reputation altogether, something even Princess Celestia can relate to…”
“In any case, what should be our course of action should things go out of order in any shape or form whatsoever, your highness?” the jaded yak had asked the regal correspondent as they both were standing in front of one yurt out of many inside the community, “we were lucky no yak perish last time we fight against dragon but even they get more intellect about all of us same…”
“All more reason to hope for best yet prepare for worst at same time no less: at rate currently, truce between yak and dragon remain tenuous at best; even their bravest have bother to pack warmly at every chance present to them, Ygor…” the jet–black pedestrian had said to the aforementioned bystander nearby the former no less.
After watching the cloaked yak make an opening entrance, the jaded counterpart had this as a reply, “exactly ergo need for strategy as backup plan should truce be broken; of course, we have great faith this meeting with their Dragon Lord will go well enough nevertheless: after all, if any of our fellow yaks’ memories serve them well, then we can get thru enough times to survive…”
“Indeed, now let’s go on inside; nightfall arrive soon enough and we need to be prepare for coming weekend as we are, Ygor…” the reserved royal retorted as the pulled curtain gripped firmly at an angle for the titular traveler to walk inside the area immediately, “dark and full of danger Yakyakistan be when we’re close together, away from even most determined of threats.”
It wasn’t long until the jet–black yak entered the domicile right after, away from the ice and snow but not from the cold or scent as both were safe in the confined light as many others, like and unlike theirs, were filled with heat and humidity to keep the weather at bay, something in which many can relate to, despite the differences as well as because of them all the livelong day. Of course, there was nothing much that could be said or done about what was going to happen next considering the very situation: everyone else was safe from the shine in the snowstorm as far as they were concerned about it, hypothetically speaking of course; the reserved royal and the accompanied advisor were directly amongst the insiders in question, out of both sight and mind.
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.
It was at this point in time the skies were cleared immediately, this time in a much cooler color as the golden sun was now rising over upon the horizon. Observers were still in the hypothetical state as the frozen environment still remained cold and devoid of life in general overall so to speak of beneath it. The scent was fresh with water vapors from the not too distant past as they were crawling up out the ground without any oppositions altogether with heat. At the very least, the winds of change were still in the same directions but at a much lower speed and volume, even with any sort of its aromas prevailing.
Flying in the sky was a slender midnight dragon flapping both of the wings against the light and variable winds without a care in the whole wide world underneath. Although both eyes were colored in a bright plum, they were lacking in toxicity altogether as far as their owner was concerned, especially considering the visibility. Several spikes sticking out from the midnight dragon’s forehead to the back were already tinted with but a bloody orange, despite lacking in both taste and texture. Either way, there were a set of horns hooking downwardly towards the solid earths and semisolid snow as both of them were shining about with a gilded luminosity. Raiment consisting of a thickly cotton dyed in a deep crimson were snugly donned upon the lone flier’s body; although they’d covered much, openings still remain.
“Hah… what a day; I’m glad its over: any longer and I would’ve cracked under pressure at the council…” the midnight dragon had snorted, soaring throughout the very airstreams also flying around in the diurnal landscape few were found.
Either way, the flier’s words went unheard as the direction taken was set upon from the few of scarce bystanders flapping about against the wind; needless to say, the lonely individual had wasted no time whatsoever in approaching the fenced community almost immediately, cordoned off by wooden whittling reminiscent of the yaks.
After resting both talons onto the ground beneath, the midnight dragon winced about but still found the strength to knock on wood literally; this had earned a stern yet ambiguous snort from the other side of the entrance instantaneously, “who go there: what your name; what business do you have with Yakyakistan?!”
“I’m Scintilla the Dragon Lord and I’ve come to seek an audience with your highness, Prince Ulysses for the weekend, sir…” a faint coloratura had escaped from the flier in red, unperturbed by the blustery brogue beyond the wood fence separating them, “can I please come inside now if it’s not too much trouble here…?”
“Of course, we expect your arrival as such, Dragon Lord; our dearest Prince Ulysses await before our barriers: don’t keep him wait too long…” the same voice from before had bellowed, this time more gentle than initially heard by the likes of the eponymous visitor standing at the wooden gates.
The midnight dragon couldn’t do much other than stare at the small crease in the middle growing wider apart from each other as both amethysts were treated to the sight of its inner community. As far as the lonely viewer could see it, there were stalks of corn taking refuge underneath a transparent cloth as the snowflake above it all were being brushed off delicately by another yak. Speaking of which, there were plenty of denizens whom were of a similar height and weight as the two gatekeepers, each of them at a loss for words the moment Scintilla entered their domain. Keeping themselves tightly under control was all that the yaks could even do right now since the midnight dragon was in their collective line of eyesight, calm on the outside but thinking no less.
The singular visitor wasted no time surveying their looks, many of which were already obscured by their hair climbing from the scalp, though the lack of movement made the former cerebrate, “it seems that not much has changed between us and them, but I can’t blame them all the same: all that these yaks wanted was a home, something we dragons should’ve related to ever since. I’d already remained aware of the fact that they weren’t always native to this very continent altogether, let alone so nearby Equestria itself; after all, my predecessors came across them living across the ocean east of it, especially considering what madness has been going on long before they’d left for greener pastures, despite the ice and snow. Even now, they weren’t the only ones whom had suffered before the wake of their departure if at all: despite our strengths, the dragons in general have ended up being targeted because of our diets and ability to control fire; barring loss of life, others have found ways to reduce us to lesser beings all the very same as if we were nothing to them. Ever since the dawn of time, we were considered the most fearsome of creatures that dared to walk the face of the planet: in addition, our lifespans have rivaled, if not surpassed that of the most healthy of alicorns like Queen Parabola for example; it’s for this reason alone why every other being has gone after us for one reason or another, even when we have posed no harm at all. Despots great and small once used us to control their populations as well as subjugate others for resources like and unlike theirs: at times, we’d grown to sympathize with those lives taken and/or destroyed because of all us dragons, directly and otherwise; on the other hand, our own opinions of others have sank lower into the quagmire whenever civilizations are overthrown altogether. Despite this very world’s ongoing advancement in so many years, nothing much at all has ever changed between then and there: many are still being killed over one too many times in silly arguments about limited resources and tribal idolatry in such spans; even to this day, the fact it’s keeps going on like nothing is wrong or right has made our existence look like the biggest joke. Since that day, we dragons have swore to keep ourselves out of the affairs of other lifeforms like and unlike us as much as possible; even now, it’s extremely imperative that the meeting between myself and Yakyakistan’s ruler must go well as it’d done before: we’ve barely survived the night years ago when we’d both attacked minutes, hours on end from overnight to dawn relentlessly. Still, the fact that every single one of them is still looking at me is proof alone that we have a long way to go until things are over: I know for a fact that Ulysses would like nothing more than to just patch things up between our kinds while we still can so to speak; after all, despite their strengths and bluster, he cares for his subjects all the same, just like my predecessors have done.”
“PRESENT HIS MAJESTY, PRINCE ULYSSES…!” one of the doorkeepers had bellowed, a gray brunet dressed in a green robe, before blowing into a horn: a resounding drone had escaped from there after its owner’s lips were wrapped around the other end, “MAY YAKYAKISTAN FLOURISH…!”
“HEAR, HEAR…!” the rest of the populace cheer, loud and arduous enough for Scintilla to be shaking about to and fro whilst struggling to still stand upon both of the feet all the same so to speak of.
Nevertheless, the midnight dragon held firmly as both eyes joined the sea of witnesses glancing at the reserved royal in question: the jet–black yak was now dressed in a clash of fire red and soul silver ensemble of a robe and cape for many to see so clearly; as far as the former could see it clearly, the latter was more distinguishable compared to the rest of the remaining inhabitants.
It wasn’t long until their ruler in question took aim at the visitor in red and had greeted instantly, the former taking note of how tall the latter was by less than double the size, “good morning and welcome back to Yakyakistan, Dragon Lord Scintilla; we’ve be expect your arrival here ever since last week…”
“I know, it’s been a long time since we’d last met, your highness; of course, it’s seems to me that not much changed between us…” the aforementioned loner had said, stealing a glance from the crowd around Ulysses right before returning to face him once again, “how was this year’s harvest: did any of the crops turn out well; what are they all like now…?”
“Bountiful despite everything, like before: homegrown fruits and vegetables alongside grains have keep our stomachs full as usual, much like our predecessors and ancestors before us; even now, importation and exportation of goods and services with Equestria leave us yaks sustain…” the jet–black yak answered the midnight dragon.
The reserved ruler turned around and stared walking away from the visitor in red, prompting the latter to follow after with fellow denizens in tow while speaking to the former in the process, “anyhow, what’s on the agenda for today now that we’re here in the flesh; I know for a fact that you have a whole schedule of event to look forward to: how many are there, your highness…?”
“Call me Ulysses, Scintilla; be several years since our recent peace talks between yak and dragon alike: tension still lower no less…” the titular traveler chuckled as his fellow equal had traveled after him with a calm demeanor around the former emanating freely about, “in any case, we’ve manage to prepare a feast for your arrival: finest food fit for someone of your taste altogether…”
“Really now, the same thing as before…?” the midnight dragon inquired as the jet–black yak had stopped up in front of a larger yurt before the former: judging from the very dimensions in question, the latter was confronted with an entryway towering over, not that either eyewitness was even perturbed.
It didn’t take long for the both of them in particular to move inside of it with their entourage in tow, small confines compared to the entirety of the outside world they’d just left behind no less. Nevertheless, lanterns were hanging from from the tan ceiling, each burning bright with their small flames within the steely cages, mere feet away from Scintilla but yards above the very rest. Either way, quadrangular openings were made within the walls, bearing moving pictures of what had laid from beyond their observers’ refuge as they been overlain with a translucent static mesh. The midnight dragon could now feel something warm and thick underneath both feet as they were making contact with tufted carpeting rich with more colors from rainbows compared to ice. Finest furnitures were garnishing the minimalistic environment, all strewn with hay and the like: couches, chairs, and cushions aligned nearby a rectangular table with various foodstuffs on top. Oxygenated drones were also being heard, similar to before but otherwise different, not only filling the air with gentle vivacity and steady progression, but also keeping the listener at ease.
Nevertheless, Scintilla could see that not much has changed upon entry, seeing the same stoicism slathered amongst its inhabitants; of course, Ulysses was more than quick to break the silence all the same for everyone’s sake, especially considering their arrival, “let festivities begin; may alliance between our homelands last many moons, like ones before …!”
“MAY YAKYAKISTAN FLOURISH…!” the jet–black yak’s patrons roared unanimously, catching the midnight dragon off–guard again as they’d stamped their hooves onto the ground, “ALL HAIL ULYSSES…!”
“I guess some things never change a bit…” the sole visitor ruminated as both amethyst orbs were treated to the sight of predominate inhabitants shoveling food of their choices into their maws like tomorrow was just a foreign concept, a nonentity outside the realm of possibility compared to the likes of the former.
Of course, their were a few exceptions besides Scintilla, the reserved ruler included in particular as he’d spoken to the former almost immediately, “go on, we yaks have take liberty to find food suitable for your palette; we even have fish import in block of ice from ally natives of Loshady, alongside with gemstones mined from buffalo…”
“Thank you, I appreciate this, though you didn’t have to go this far…” the midnight dragon peeped as Ulysses instantaneously took his seat at the head of the table; nearby himself was a similar object, one more larger by comparison alone yet otherwise proportionate enough to avoid taking up space all the same, “I’ll admit that’s a nice change of pace all the same, Ulysses…”
“Would be great dishonor and disservice alike to not even go all out to maintain treaty between two of us, dragon and yak; after all, despite our differences, we tend to share many thing in common when one break all down to bare minimum…” the jet–black yak chuckled jubilantly as he’d watched his star attraction do the same while a nearby attendant delivered them some food.
It didn’t even take much for Scintilla to see what was now in the amethyst orbs’ line of eyesight: aside from assorted jewels making up half of the plate, there were fish, potatoes, and legumes; none of this dissuaded the corporeal observer from licking both lips before a sigh had escaped, “agreed, it’s such a shame any of the other dragons would’ve enjoyed this feast all the same…”
“Yet they’re nothing like you, with all due respect: any dragon come to wherever would’ve go on spree of destruction no less…” the reserved ruler replied repressively about as the rest of the consumers had went about their rounds of refreshments too rapidly, “of course, that be fault of lacking information currently so to speak of; with that in mind, observations are improvement. Ever since treaty establish, only real external risk thereof happen to be any one civilization’s plot to destroy us in part and/or whole: in past, our ancestors have been divide and conquer by outsiders, leave us, at best, enslave as well as, at worse, wipe off map; even now, slaughter of crown and country has ensue over resources and prestige, something many can relate to this day. Still, many have try to overthrow us, despite as well as because of our powers, the same way they’ve attempt with your kind: prestige, power, placement, plunder, pride, prejudice, pettifoggery – key ingredients with their respective potential of ruination; even before our establishment, we yaks were scatter throughout continent across far eastern ocean up and down. There where many like us, places live, cultures build, and languages spoke, nothing compare to our otherwise uniform strengths; as a result, we were no better than second class at best and targets at worst in our own homes and gardens, even by maraud bandits: considering some were determine to rid of us, take female and youngling to be slaves while male slaughter without guilt. Eventually, enough was enough, especially see that some of their homes they’ve live in be high in chaos and disarray run amok: action was take to defend ourselves, not just from invaders, but also internal threats, such as bandits and pirates alike as well; soon enough, we’ve earn respect from others and find pride in be yak, no matter tongue, dialect, or color of coating whatsoever. Reasonably, we’ve find many allies in the same continent since that day, some like us as well as those unlike us, alongside afar: even Princess Celestia have admire us for our prowess in defense of our existence in world of living, despite our differences; pockets of vassals have be send to Equestria as way to help protect herself and her subjects from domestic and foreign threats alike. Despite our achievements, was only matter of time until we’ve find ourselves threaten by larger adversaries, alone and otherwise: most notable when war declare upon ourselves by vengeful and spiteful neighbors, all jealous of both our abilities and accolades; one of methods used against us was when our foodstuffs and beverage were laced with intoxicants, impacting our very strengths. Almost immediately, bad old days come back again, this time in fuller force than before to point our bodies couldn’t take stress; lack of conduct became more prevalent off battlefields as far as villagers were gravely concern, especially when come to young: some enemies take pride in destroy what little life and living they possess, despite have nothing to do with conflict no less. Yet, in spite of mount counteroffensive and allies back us, devastation far too much for us to withstand any longer if at all; after war, many survivors, soldier and civilian alike, have agree to leave in search of better life from future reprisals at once: although Princess Celestia offer safer passage, our average body weight couldn’t handle ships send to us, make travels easier if at all.”
“My kind has heard about your struggles too, even before we’d first met on the field of battle; after all, they were far too similar to many other creatures like, and unlike, ourselves no less: even we were targeted and exploited to support our oppressors’ lifestyles and control as well…” the midnight dragon replied all the very same.
Ulysses couldn’t help himself but laugh uproariously after downing a heap of thick orange fluid, “Ulysses find hard to believe dragon would make such claim, especially from what we observe; some of yours have rival even the likes of our largest yaks in size alone, much less prowess: Yorick use to be best at game of kickball in our parts, even before war and still is thankfully.”
“I’m ever so glad that you and your kind haven’t even been around to witness what had happened to us all, Ulysses…” the lone visitor thought silently as it’d now came down to the first bite in the process, a muzzle full of gemstones so to speak, “in any case, how is Yorick: is he still kicking it for the lack of a better term, forgive me for saying…?”
“All same, Yorick still kick them over wall and no one know where will sphere land at any point…!” the jet–black yak answered Scintilla before devouring his plate of foodstuff afore them only to be presented with a similar one.
As far the midnight dragon was still concerned, there was nothing much else to be done but to partake as his subjects had done: considering the remaining shares before their owner’s eyes, there was no need for exceptions to any rule, former or latter overall; even though that tableware was cleared instantaneously, it wasn’t long until a fresh new one soon took its place afore them. Essentially, it didn’t take much for any consumer, commoner and above, to take notice of what the visitor in red was now doing: as such, the first bite was saved for the sparkling minerals sharing the same plate as the very fillets and plants nearby them all; of course, despite their collective strengths and endurances, not a single one dared to comment on the appetite thereof. In any case, Scintilla was the odd one out when it’d came to eating at the same table as Ulysses and his underclass all throughout: it was something that was already in the former’s mind prior to the time of arrival as far as the rest could see clearly nonetheless; of course, the fact none of them could take their minds off of what’s on the field of vision, especially since tongues went to work. Only in between intervals did the midnight dragon stopped consuming the foodstuffs, laying a claw on the nearby wooden mug: much like the one that the jet–black yak had been drinking out of, the former’s tongue was soon overwhelmed with same textures; the thickness and heat made their owner’s scales become awashed with redness before fading back out into the very darkness. Upon finishing the fluid contents instantaneously was the visitor in red presented with a refilled volume taking place like before: like the plates of food presented to all individuals in the yurt, one cup out of many were being poured in by the servants abaft; even though every single one of the consumers were replenishing themselves at a steady pace, the former had slowed down a bit.
Yaks, including their reserved ruler, noticed Scintilla resting the very same container down in the original spot the latter found and listened to a burp followed by some sighing about immediately, “I’d never thought I’d be eating so much in so little time, let alone more than just gemstones no less; I knew it was a long time I’d went hungry but even I’d went overboard all of the sudden…”
“Perhaps you’ve not expect to try catch up with our appetites ever so quickly like competition and in midst of afternoon no less…” Ulysses said proudly as he’d watched the midnight dragon’s plate reduced to meager table scraps of what had used to be whole foods, “in any case, I believe you’re about to be ready for what rest’s go to unfold afterwards now that you’re satisfy as is…”
“Of course, please lead the way, Ulysses…” the visitor in red had orated briefly as the jet–black yak stood back up straightaway afore the others, something in which the former also took note of almost instantaneously so to speak of.
It didn’t take much for the reserved ruler to address the small crowd before themselves at once, “please, keep up with feast: there’s still plenty more foods and drinks to enjoy as they are; I believe now’s part for both Scintilla and I to make exit stage left, for time being so to speak of…”
“Indeed…” the eponymous eater cerebrated about as the yaks under Ulysses’ rule howled briefly before returning to their consumption, “I don’t know how much more I would’ve taken in before I’d burst…”
“Shall we…?” the jet–black yak had asked.
It didn’t take long for the midnight dragon to blush before the rest, not that they generally would have noticed; nevertheless, their reserved ruler’s gesture was repaid in kind by the former spoke, “why not…? As generous as the bounty was, even my stomach has reached its limits all the same, dear sir…”
“Oh, I can assure you, Dragon Lord, that our cuisine will not be only thing to push your limits, make no mistake about no less…” Ulysses chuckled as he’d gently grabbed the left hand of his visitor in red with a smile upon the very visage almost immediately, “after all, in order for our mutual peace and prosperity to prevail as is, we must partake in art of interpersonal relations…”
“Indeed…” Scintilla simply sighed softly.
After a round of lukewarm yet strong applause from the consumers, both the jet–black yak and midnight dragon had both departed from the table where the others kept eating their very meals. In any case, rather than heading back outside into the cold where they’d met, their feet headed further into the yurt and away from prying eyes as their faces were meeting translucent curtains. Differences between the previous area and the new one within were minimal to a fault no less: there was a bed also made up of hay yet bigger in volume compared to the seating in question. Even so, Scintilla could see that there was only one window to the world yet its covering was no different to the ice and snow beyond the confines they’d taken refuge from by virtue of coloring. Nevertheless, the midnight dragon could see that Ulysses was directly right at ease with the newfound solitude, something that the former can relate to almost instantaneously so to speak of.
It didn’t take much for the jet–black yak to rest himself over the bedding almost immediately as he’d purred, “so, now that we’re alone, ready for final course of meal…?”
“Just let me go and slip into something more comfortable before we both begin; I hope for our sake that you’ll like it, Ulysses…” the visitor in red answered him salaciously as both claws had started to land onto their owner’s broad straps of the cottony dress, “tell me this though: who do you think should make the very first move – Yakyakistan’s prince or dragons’ champion…?”
“Why don’t you show me what you got and maybe answer will be enough as is, Scintilla…?” Ulysses chuckled as the aforementioned guest was inches away from pulling down afore himself; likewise, a smile was also developing upon the latter’s visage as both bosoms were revealed up front of the former slowly but surely about, bearing supple form with thicker density themselves.
Given the brazen dishabille on display thanks to midnight dragon in question, it was now the jet–black yak’s turn to be burning bright this time around, his skin bearing more color than his fur; afterwards, he’d recomposed himself and said to the former, “interesting, despite scales, you have means to make milk like mothers can…”
“Likewise, these breasts are more than just for show, honey; they’re also a reminder how not every dragon’s alike all the same…” his lone visitor had said to him all too freely as the crisp frigid oxygen currently bathed every scale upon their owner’s bared body, “speaking of which, you’ve been so good to me as a host, I can’t even wait any longer to return the favor already…”
Almost instantaneously, Scintilla’s undercarriage had caught some clear and undivided attention altogether, reaching firmly between both legs without so much as a care. Covering the nethermost, a hand was quickly padded over and started rubbing it slowly, feeling the slowly, tightening reaction now already chaffing about immediately. A gradually loud moan had escaped from the midnight dragon’s muzzle, especially right after beginning to nudge thru the flowerbed, thanks to the contrasting textures. In no time whatsoever, they’d been increasing in quantity and volume as well, especially now that Ulysses’ guest spreaded both legs apart and made small movements. Still scouring in betwixt the softly tightened velveteen undercarriage, another high–pitched moan escaped Scintilla’s mouth almost instantly for the jet–black yak to hear. A jolt had travel up to the midnight dragon‘s spine, quivering with pleasure while still stroking up and down the nethermost folds before wedging back into effortlessly. With its contents gathering around, he could see his visitor moaning in a blissful ecstasy as a clear fluid had splashed on the latter’s hands and ground beneath them. Needless to say, Scintilla’s legs quaked about as they’d threatened to betray their owner, all of the nerves and stamina inside themselves now finally regaining control.
“Wasn’t expect to be this dirty…” he’d sighed.
Sashaying about without a care in the whole wide world, the midnight dragon had cooed about, “relax yourself, I was just getting started for you to help that throbbing cock up and running by now…”
It didn’t even take long for Ulysses’ guest to become easily occupied with the rigid protuberance getting unveiled from the folds of fabric. Scintilla had kissed it around rather gently, their flesh grazing one another while moving up and down with the tongue making its rounds. After a few licks, the midnight dragon forwarded a hot mouth round the jet–black yak’s prepuce by several centimeters upon its discovery. Taking in girth and length so willfully, both lips salivating about as their owner had breathed in much easily, concentrating all the efforts. Lapping at the tumescence within, Scintilla had pushed on into increasing some speed, sliding back and forth like a piston gently about. His shaft swelled up a bit due to the midnight dragon‘s actions overall even as its size had still remained the same, deep in the aperture. Ulysses’ visitor wasn’t the only one whom had anticipated the outcome of such efforts alone, especially considering the saliva itself. Either way, Scintilla was happy with what the jet–black yak had provided for the former only but minutes ago with all things considered. Of course, it was only but a matter of time until the midnight dragon’s actions would soon catch up eventually as far as he was concerned.
“Good girl… just like that…” Ulysses whispered about freely, resting his hand over his guest’s head in a wide space between the horn and spikes, “this just only beginning; won’t be long until you yourself get taste of some royal Yakyakistan seed straight from source…!”
“Mph…!” Scintilla gulped as the jet–black yak had discharged himself into the former breaking out of the train of thought with a huff on and about with little warning before swallowing it all.
While watching the midnight dragon lapping at much of the white compound, he’d sighed at such efforts still being made on the account of the former’s current lack of an attire altogether, “how shameful be for Dragon Lord to be reduce to common strumpet, waste all that precious sap give by likes of yak prince such as myself. I know that path to peace is arduous between our two races though even I’ve expect better from you, Scintilla: this is not your average dragon seed use to sire new generation younglings as you can taste, but pure Yakyakistan brand instead; after all, there will be more of same soon enough. Either way, more than plenty of time will be spend on get everything done: seed fill of potential offspring will flow from me even when your body ache to and fro; besides stimulation, this fellatio is just only beginning of what fun we’ll have together alone…”
“Of course, why would I ever be so surprised, the fact that I can barely hold my own at the table is having trouble in the bedroom?” Ulysses’ visitor wittered xenially, yearning zealously enough to look up at him after cleaning it all dry within only mere minutes, “last time I’d checked, you had a hard time believing a dragoness would have such breasts, let alone someone like me…”
“Not at all, I can see them clearly despite my hair block field of vision all along no less…!” the jet–black yak retorted as Scintilla was now bouncing her billowy bust up in down in front of him, feeling his hands now all over them gently.
With both palms from him currently touching the midnight dragon’s cleavage at once, it was at this point the twosome could instantaneously feel the differences between their respective body parts straightaway: his calluses brushing up to her malleable form within the latter’s integuments.
Out of the otherwise small and finite reaches of her bosoms as well as its rounded surroundings, Ulysses wasted no time in examining its cyan tinted nubbins sticking out from there endwise; as his fingers gripped onto them, he’d started twisting and turning gently as opaque fluids came out.
Despite the pressure points being latched upon, Scintilla snorted gracefully even as the jet–black yak tugged onto the endings of her bust with a little more force despite the textures alone, “in any case, now seems like a better time than ever to get going; after all, at least you can see that I’m a hundred percent dragoness, nothing less…”
Aroused by her passiveness, he’d released his grip off of the midnight dragon‘s cleavage at once; still, they had the means, motive, and opportunity to indulge themselves. Ulysses had bent forward face first into her bosoms and started to fondle them slowly with his tongue, making her moan so slightly from the first contact immediately. Soon, Scintilla had felt herself hardened as the jet–black yak began suckling onto her own figure, leaving behind ribbons of saliva onto her bust as far as she can see now. The midnight dragon‘s moaning had then intensified when his teeth had started chewing over the nubbins, causing her to run the hand over his hair briefly yet brusquely. Although her luxuries were now being met, it didn’t mean it was time to let herself go and laze about yet despite kneeling against Ulysses’ face all throughout the time. As a result of the jet–black yak’s unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air had respired in and out of Scintilla at various speeds and its concentrations in response so to speak. While he was accompanied by the lone legatos of the midnight dragon‘s emissions, he’d gotten a taste of the same contents from earlier at once immediately nonetheless. Of course, she’d smiled about as Ulysses drank away the fluids provided from her alone anyway, unperturbed from the surprising results in all considering their efforts.
“Mm, your milk is luscious, another quality fit for motherhood; even our females’ milk remain nonparallel by comparison…!” the jet–black yak barked after breaking away from Scintilla once again, slowly overwhelmed by a sensation of concupiscence, “as far as anyone can see, this peace can be wonderful between us…!”
“And that’s the icebreaker, for the lack of a better term…” the midnight dragon had commented in turn, lowering herself back towards his waistline where his yard still had remained, already at an angle despite what she’d done to it not long ago.
Ulysses remained still even as she’d bent both knees, glancing at his unyielding prepuce with only a profligate grin whilst quietly giggling about. With both hands, Scintilla had started kneading the jet–black yak’s shaft around playfully like a joystick, her own muzzle centimeters away from it. Even though that he’d embraced the midnight dragon’s handiwork, he’d refrained from losing his static composure as she gripped his yard gently. Still, all that had changed when she’d stuck her tongue out from there once more, the loose salivation now starting to recover its surface areas. Decently put, Scintilla taken in all the time and space occupying Ulysses’ prepuce, lacquering up his protuberant flesh with her hot lips and breathing. All the while, the jet–black yak’s stance soon started to falter a bit as the midnight dragon was at his mercy, despite being free to do as they wished. Yearning for results, she’d decided to speed up the movement straightaway, at least for his sake even as patience held firm contentedly so to speak.
Currently blushing about, Scintilla was still forwarding her very mouth inside before breaking away from Ulysses’ shaft, now taking the time to slide it in her large cleavage for him to snort, “go ahead, you’re do so well for dragoness…”
The jet–black yak could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he presently felt the midnight dragon’s hot and heavy lips going around his yard again, this time now being nestled in between her massive bosoms. Now with his prepuce sliding throughout until its point was buried underneath the adjacent chin, she’d quickly started squeezing both sides of her bust mutually upon each inch with but gentility due to the contrasting textures. Scintilla started swaying them up and down concomitantly while her tongue had soon slipped on through and out below the lips before reaching into her cleavage where Ulysses’ shaft lain inside, bringing up more salivation. As the midnight dragon touched the jet–black yak’s yard, he’d begun to become aroused at what she was trying to do, his soft moaning the only sound being heard within the room, driving the thought of going in her faster.
“Hah…!” she’d heaved fiercely at once as it wasn’t even long until her sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated shaft caused it to splatter a similar compound within the bosoms, caking them with the same fluids tasted not too long ago despite their contrasting surface areas, “well then, it seems your seed’s much more as you’d said earlier, but it’s all the same no less…”
“Get on with this, Sci: there will be plenty more from me when we’re finish; besides, I’m glad to taste your milk before you’ve go and did your breasts with my phallus…” Ulysses had simply boomed lightly as Scintilla gently unfurled both of her wings afore him and stood up straight while still on both knees nevertheless for his eyes to see.
The jet–black yak watched as the midnight dragon‘s flowerbed was aligned directly nearby his muzzle before she’d purred freely, “go on and give it a little lick down there; it’d be best that you examine my whispering eye before you have your fun with it down there: I highly guarantee it, Ulysses…”
Before saying anything at all, the first stroke was made by the likes of him alone, much to her delight as he’d began examining her supersaturated folds. In any case, Ulysses’ tongue had quickly slipped right out his mouth and slowly slid it all deeply inside of Scintilla’s undercarriage instantly so to speak of. Soon, the midnight dragon had felt hot and heavy now that the jet–black yak began lapping away the contents of her nethermost, resting a hand for support. As soon as she’d felt his muzzle now tickling her before slowly slithering it all inside, she’d soon moaned slowly yet loudly at how narrow it was to himself. Even so, Ulysses ran his very tongue around Scintilla’s legs briefly as they, too, were currently beginning to spread a bit further wide for him to explore. The jet–black yak could barely even control himself, drooling every time he went sliding in and out of the midnight dragon’s flowerbed rather repetitively. With his hands onto her hips in no time, she gave out more small moans which had then turned into but loud yelps of happiness for himself to hear clearly. Since the depths of Scintilla’s undercarriage were still being tampered about, the sheer cold from Ulysses’ expedition had inevitably caused some expulsion. Almost immediately, an achromatic fluid had gone squirting directly from the midnight dragon’s nethermost to the jet–black yak’s warmly taste buds now.
“Mmm…!” he’d sniffed after sneaking another quick lick from her moistened flowerbed all the same before breaking away sure enough, “even though your nectar’s nothing like your breast milk, all sweet despite odds and ends here and there…”
“Then you should now know well enough not to keep a grown dragon waiting any more longer: we both still have a long way to go, even more so since your mouth did a good job eating me out; after all, I think that your shaft will still have enough power to finish what you’d just started…” Scintilla chuckled as she’d guided Ulysses to her undercarriage with her own fingertips no less.
The jet–black yak wasted no time taking a stand back up onto the solid ground underneath them and snarled at the midnight dragon almost immediately, “perhaps you didn’t hear me clearly, Scintilla: as I’ve say before, time will be spend make you ache to and fro as I pump you full of seed until I give out; at this rate, it won’t be long when happens to you all same nonetheless…!”
Despite differentiated densities, he’d quickly took her by the hand and threw her onto the bed, headfirst into the pillows and mattress as the straw barely clung unto the new occupant’s body. In any case, with little warning whatsoever, Ulysses quickly seized this very golden opportunity in using his heavyweight body to slide himself into Scintilla almost instantaneously so to speak. Considering that the midnight dragon’s nethermost was firmly aligned with the jet–black yak’s yard almost immediately, she gave a small passionate yet heavy breath from her mouth at once. Then, he’d started resting his very hands right onto her bust, slowly watching the collective surface area leak with his extract as he started running into the flowerbed with little care anyway. As far as Scintilla was concerned, she could care less about what Ulysses was trying to do now, already feeling his prepuce directly within her undercarriage as they’d started calibrating about. Throughout their collective movements, the midnight dragon could barely see a hint of pink from where the jet–black yak’s face remained as they were both trading momentum with one another. In spite of their contrasting integuments, they were both starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping as feelings of pleasure came by when they both moaned. Of course, he’d geared up for yet another expulsion from his shaft still inside of her with intensification of the pulp friction as she gave off a resounding happy moan amid heavy breaths. Nevertheless, Ulysses was able to discharge himself again, this time in the path of Scintilla’s nethermost, his otherwise rigid yard finally giving way as she’d yowled up a resonance cascade.
“Ahn…” was all that the midnight dragon could even say as the jet–black yak used his remaining strength to roll her body around and discover another similar crevice nearby her flowerbed; as a result, she’d suddenly felt both hands digging into her scales before stretching it wider, feeling a tongue now stuck inside with little warning, “OH, THAT’S THE WAY I LIKE IT, ULYSSES!”
He didn’t ever care to listen as his tongue was currently licking inside her breech whereas she’d still rested her head upon the bed underneath all the same. Just when Scintilla had thought the very world was feeling so cold, it was the very dribble from Ulysses surpassing the point of becoming even moreover. The midnight dragon only attempted to reach down to her cleavage and had begun furbishing the left rhythmically as the jet–black yak started permeating. As he was slurping and licking within her fundament, his salivation had dripped right deep inside her, its very frigidity causing to cry out a series of moans. Listening rather clearly to Scintilla’s plethora of voluptuous sultry cries, it was some sort of the enthralling kind of such encouragement for Ulysses alone. Happy to continue onward, the jet–black yak was quick to find that the very sensation was more appetizing than any sort of food in question from the past. The state in which where the twosome were in was ironically comfortable, especially when the midnight dragon was still in underneath his tender mercy. The brief intervals of time granted to her were made by the likes of Ulysses refusing to let up, even going so far as to avoid the saturated undercarriage.
“I’m not finish; there’s still more to do: prepare yourself, Scintilla, for my prick is hard and full of more to come…” the jet–black yak warned playfully as his own prepuce was inches away from the titular tenant’s haunches already.
In any case, the midnight dragon barely had any time whatsoever to react when it’d all reached to his point of reentry, this time with the same shaft used to explore her nethermost not too long ago; either way, the sudden impact was more than enough for an exuberant squeal to escape from her lips, “MM, THAT’S RIGHT, FUCK MY ASS RIGHT THEN IN THERE ALREADY…!”
A blushing grin was flexed from her lips as she’d started feeling Ulysses’ moist yard plunged into the same crevice that was her haunches with the deepest and dankest desires to be shared. With the jet–black yak still holding firmly onto Scintilla’s breech stretched wide, he’d now taken his prepuce and had moved it in throughout slowly and progressively, leisurely arousing herself. Since the still supersaturating saliva deep inside the midnight dragon‘s narrowly tight fundament was acting as an emollient, she’d felt more pleasure each time he’d slowly rubbed against her. She’d wavered around and gave out additional vastly little, high–pitched moans from her lips, yelping out in happiness once more with her spine electrified about thanks to Ulysses himself. Even the jet–black yak had grunted, panted, and moaned every time his thrusting shaft still punctured throughout Scintilla’s haunches, wriggling around like a lavish caterpillar all the same.
“AHN…!” he’d cried, sliding his yard all the way into the midnight dragon‘s already salivated breech and felt himself escape again: its tickled pink warmth began conjoining with his cold salivation within the spiked abyss with its reminiscent typhoon force winds drilled deeply in her with great pleasure, “how was that: please to find that my seed was to your liking, Scintilla…?”
“More, I need more: your cock is so good inside of me and I can’t get enough of it; yet, my loins have been already filled with it all the very same…!” she’d whined in a superbly short snippet of a strangely bittersweet symphony for Ulysses to just hearken freely after breaking away from her at once.
In any case, the jet–black yak was mere decimeters away from Scintilla as he’d started to undress himself completely, finally casting aside his robe before sliding out of his loincloth with a cough, “don’t worry about thing, Scintilla: my nethers still have enough for one more shot until our fun end here and there; at this rate, you’ll barely feel thing at all, except for my seed of course…”
He’d now found himself lost in the cold as he stood towards the reclining midnight dragon up in front, now occupied with his pulsating prepuce. Gripping it tightly, Ulysses slid his fold to and from the tip slowly yet surely with its solutions to aid the campground of lust they’d both shared. The jet–black yak regained momentum as he’d started thrusting forward and back fiercely for Scintilla to see clearly, aware of his progression. With the entryway abaft themselves, he was now free to increase his pleasure, furiously rubbing his moist shaft without a care for time and space. The perspiration and condensation over Ulysses’ face did little, if at all, to dissuade him from his endeavor, still at the singular control nonetheless. The jet–black yak turned red like apples and the midnight dragon followed suit, the result of his passionate labor so close in coming to fruition.
“MM…!” she’d gulped as it wasn’t long until the very sensation within the tumescent yard grew heightened enough for him to groan ever so loudly before being satisfied; soon, his creamy fluid escaped into her direction as it’d caked the scales while the nerves and stamina in him finally regained control almost immediately, “thank you for your time, Ulysses; I really appreciate it…”
“Least I could do for you…” the aforementioned host replied as he’d slumped over to Scintilla’s side and collapsed right next to her body, weakened and vulnerable yet still unperturbed by the mess they both made together in the room all the same; at the very least, they were relieved by each other’s company and started snoring in the bed they were now sharing out from the cold.
Straightaway snuggling in soaking sweat, slavering salivation, and secreted saps shared and served simultaneously, the twosome had both softly sank inside the soothing slumber soon enough.
