Spike and the Giantess Dragoness

“What? There’s no way,” Ember said between chuckles as she and her friend sat on the edge of a lava pit. Her legs were long enough to soak her feet, but her shorter compatriot wasn’t so lucky, and merely had to dangle his feet just above the molten rock.

“No, I’m serious,” Spike asserted. “All the way through!” He then became eerily profound as he added. “I still see it in my nightmares sometimes.”

Ember roared with laughter (literally) as she fell on her back and clutched her aching middle. “I c-I c-can’t!” she guffawed as she rolled around on the stone.

Spike just sat by her side and patiently waited for the larger blue dragon to get it out of her system. As he did, his eyes inevitably started to wander. Though he’d grown up around ponies and learned what made ponies attractive, since he started hanging out with his fellow dragons, he began to understand what made dragons appealing. For one, Ember had a lovely tail. The base had a nice thickness, which complimented her shapely ass, and gradually narrowed to a fine tip along an impressive length. Ember’s breasts were also lovely. Ponies had their teats near their groins, but dragons had nicely rounded chest bumps. While Ember’s weren’t the biggest compared to other dragons, they still had an excellent shape that bounced enticingly as she rolled around. Then she stopped rolling and locked eyes with Spike.

“Like what you see?” asked the blue dragon with a cheeky grin.

“I, uh…” Spike trailed off as he tried to remember Ember’s lessons on dragon etiquette. Dragons had manners, but they were starkly different from how the ponies raised him. “Uh, yeah, I’d… tap that?”

Ember got out one final chuckle, shook her head, and sat up. “No, I keep telling you to be more assertive. You gotta speak like you believe everything you say is right.”

“Okay, but what happens if I assert something that upsets somebody bigger than me and they want to fight?” Spike asked.

“Then fight,” Ember said as if it were obvious. “Even if you can’t win, take your lumps and walk away with your head held high. Dragons respect boldness. No matter how big and scary the enemy, never back down.”

“That sounds like a good way to meet an early death,” Spike commented.

“Maybe for ponies, but dragons are made of tougher stuff.” Ember kicked at the lava and splashed some in Spike’s face. “It’s like that story you told me about the phoenix eggs. If you’d stood up on your own and fought them off, even if you failed, that might’ve changed some minds. If you were willing to stand up to a bunch of bigger bad guys to fight for what you believed was right, that’d make them wonder if maybe you are right. Unfortunately, since your pony friends came in to help out, that kinda killed the whole mood, and nobody learned anything.”

Spike nodded as he processed this new info. It wasn’t official, but he was something like an ambassador from the ponies to the dragons. Everything he learned about his scaly kin might someday be critical in settling disputes between the races. “Dragons respect bravery. If I believe in something, I just gotta hold my ground and never back down.”

Ember nodded. “Okay, you’re getting the words, but what about the attitude?” She stood up and cocked her hips in an alluring pose. “So, I’ll ask again. Like what you see?”

Channeling Rainbow Dash, Spike gave a confident smirk as he said, “You’ve got a tail I’d love to bite.”

Ember’s confidence evaporated as her blue-scaled cheeks turned red.

Spike’s expression fell. “T-too much?”

“Only if you didn’t mean it,” Ember answered with uncharacteristic bashfulness.

“Ha!” laughed an obnoxiously familiar voice as a group of dragons descended near the lava pit. “Look at that, boys. The Dragon Lord is blushing!” Garble chortled. “Just like a dainty wittle pwincess.”

“I-Shut your ass up!” Ember barked back. “Oh, wait. That’s your face. Sorry, but it’s so hard to tell with you sometimes.”

Garble’s gang began snickering, much to his annoyance. “I still can’t believe you’re the new Dragon Lord.”

“Why? Got a problem taking orders from a girl?” Ember questioned.

“Wait, you’re a girl?” Garble feigned surprise. “Sorry, I couldn’t tell. Your tits are almost as small as you are.” Garble began laughing while his gang just stared at him in confusion. “I’m saying she has small tits. Laugh with me.” That finally got them going, though their hearts clearly weren’t in it.

Ember’s blush returned as she folded her arms over her chest. “Th-that didn’t even make any sense.”

“So? It’s still true,” Garble countered. “Everybody knows that size is all that matters. If you’re not big, you’re small, which makes you weak.”

“That is patently false, and you’re an idiot if you actually believe that garbage,” Spike asserted, finally speaking up since the new dragons’ arrival.

“Well, what a surprise. The wittlest baby dwagon is gonna lecture me about size.” Garble set his hands on his hips and thrust forward, bouncing his large sheath. “Don’t tell me. Let me guess. It’s not the size, but how you use it, right?”

“Yeah, that’s a fact.”

Garble dismissively scoffed. “Ha. That’s rich, especially coming from a dragon who’s barely into his wings. Which, I might add, are also pathetically tiny.”

“They’re bigger than yours were at his age,” Ember countered. “You needed a microscope just to see those napkins.”

Again, Garble’s gang snickered at his expense. It looked like the dragon was about to boil over. And then something surprising happened.

Spike turned around to face his blue friend. “Ember, no. Don’t stoop to their level. You’re better than that.”

Ember blinked, taken aback. She was prepared to form a united front with Spike against Garble and his gang. But, of all dragons, she never expected him to turn on her.

“You can’t beat an idiot by playing his game. He’s got a natural advantage. Instead, show everyp-body”—Spike corrected—“that you’re better by holding yourself to a higher standard. You were just telling me I needed to be tough and stand my ground for what I believe. Well, I believe that you need to be tough without being a dumbass about it,” Spike asserted. “Because, and I must stress this point, the alternative is to out-idiot an idiot, and you’re too smart for that.”

“Did he just insult her or us?” asked one of Garble’s gang.

“Is that what you’d call a… a backhanded insult? Like, it sounds insulting, but it’s really a compliment?”

“Honestly, I lost track halfway through.”

“Everybody shut up!” Garble growled and fixed his fiery glower on Spike. “Look at you, the puny dragon from puny pony land. You got big words to cover up your small dick. Well, dragons don’t fight with words.” He punched his fist into his palm.

Fighting the urge to flinch in fear, Spike remembered Ember’s lessons and held his head high. “What’s fighting gonna prove? You’ll still be bigger than me, but only because you’re older. That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Fine, then how about a challenge,” Garble offered. “We shall enter the arena, just as our ancestors of old, and engage in the most ancient and honorable contests in all of dragon history,” he said with an unusual level of gravitas and reverence.

“You don’t mean…” said one of Garble’s trembling cohorts.

“Oh, but I do. I, Garble, do hereby challenge you, Spike”—he threw out his arm and pointed in a dramatic declaration at the smaller drake—“to trial by sex!”

Spike blinked, taking several seconds to process what had happened as he turned to face Ember. “Does that mean what it sounds like?”

“Uh, yeah, pretty much,” Ember confirmed with a shrug before facing Garble. “What are the terms?”

“We each grab a broad and bring her to the arena. Whoever makes their bitch scream the loudest wins.” Garble then glanced at Ember. “Also, you can’t use that bitch.”

“Excuse me? Ya wanna phrase that differently?” Ember threateningly asked.

“Well, he obviously can’t use—”

“DOWN!” Ember’s voice boomed across the land as her hands glowed. Even at a distance, she was still connected to the Dragon Staff, giving her full command over her kind. As such, Garble impacted the ground so hard, he left a crater. “I am the Dragon Lord, fool. No one uses me. Understand?”

“Y-yes, my Dragon Lord. S-sorry,” Garble squeaked, feeling as though the previous Dragon Lord was sitting on him… again.

“That’s better.” Ember’s glow faded as her voice returned to normal. She closed her eyes and took several breaths to compose herself while Garble’s gang cowered at her might. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that Spike’s wings weren’t the only parts that were stiff. Unfortunately, that was kind of the point. Except for his tail, Spike was severely lacking downstairs.

Then, as if he’d read her mind, Spike turned to face the others. “You’re right. It wouldn’t be fair for Ember to participate. If I even make her squeak, it might set off an avalanche.” He waited for Garble’s gang to finish snickering. Seriously, these guys were too easy to please. “So, how about a compromise. We each pick the other’s lady. That way, it’s at least fair.”

Garble snorted. “So, does that mean you accept?”

Spike curtly nodded. “It does. Actually, this is kinda perfect. I’ll show you that size really doesn’t matter, and I’ll do it with skills I learned from ponies.”

“Yeah, sure,” Garble laughed. “Alright, we’ve got a deal. Tomorrow at noon. We bring our broads to—”

“Ladies,” Spike cut in. “We’re bringing our ladies.”

Garble stared in abject confusion. “What’s the difference?”

“The fact that you even ask just proves that I’m gonna win,” Spike countered.

“Whatever. We meet at the arena on Mt. Rage, which is known for landslides. Whoever can get their ‘lady’ to scream the loudest and trigger the biggest avalanche, wins,” Garble asserted.

“That sounds like a terrible way to judge a winner,” Spike observed.

“And it’s not even a rule,” Ember interjected. “We get three unbiased judges. Since elder dragons usually don’t give a damn what the rest of us do, they’re usually the best.”

“Spoilsport,” Garble huffed.

With the deal made, the teenage gang flew off to find Spike a lady.

“Are you sure about this?” Ember asked in concern. “I mean, not that I’m doubting you, but…” She trailed off and motioned to his diminutive groin. “You’re, like, half Garble’s height and a quarter his length. Not too many dragons are gonna be impressed with that.”

“If it were a contest of fists, I’d be pretty screwed,” Spike confirmed. “However, if it’s a contest of screwing, I think I might just stand a chance.”

“What, really? So, that stuff about pony skills wasn’t a bluff?” Ember asked in intrigue. “Is there, like, some secret way to thrust or something?”

Spike narrowed his eyes up at his lady friend. He’d suspected this for a while, but he needed to be sure. “Ember, does this mean anything to you?” Spike formed a V with his fingers, pressed it to his lips, and began flicking his tongue through the gap.

Ember blinked and tilted her head in confusion. “Uh, no. Is that what ponies do for handshakes since they don’t have hands?”

Spike’s eyes widened as he turned to stare off in the direction Garble had disappeared. “Yeah, I think I can win this.”

“Well, at least it sounds like you’ve got a plan,” Ember allowed. “Though, I still have no idea what there is to plan about. I mean, sex is just sex, right? Anyway, I think I know just the bitch to give us an edge.”

“Ember!” Spike chided.

“What? She really is a bitch. In fact, she’s proud of it. Even by dragon standards, she’s hard to get along with.” Then, after a moment’s pause, she added, “Don’t look at me that way. Garble’s off getting some broad he thinks you won’t stand a chance against. So it’s only fair that we do the same.”

“I… I guess you’re right,” Spike allowed. But, truthfully, it was silly of him to take offense at a few words, especially if he was the only one who cared. Besides, he had bigger things to worry about.

“Of course, I’m right. I’m the Dragon Lord. Now, you go find somewhere to rest until tomorrow. I’ll go and wrangle a living bad attitude.” And Ember flew off, leaving Spike alone to devise a plan.