Hearthswarming Dragonfire
The tree looked terrible.
Silver tinsel was draped over blackened needles glittering in the light of a nearby magma pool. Scant few colorful ornaments hung throughout the burnt branches, reflecting the orange glow in strange, arcing patterns around the cave. It was a stark contrast to the normal Hearthswarming trees Smolder had decorated back in Ponyville, but it had a unique beauty all of its own.
She and Garble had flown the tree deep into the Dragonlands, to the cave Garble had lived in, and the intense heat created by the magma craters had taken an obvious toll during the flight. Still, Smolder was determined to recreate the Hearthswarming tradition she'd learned from her pony friends here in her homeland.
"Why do they put a star on top?" Garble said, holding the decoration in his claws.
Smolder turned to her brother, pushing her glasses back up on her nose the same way Rarity had always done before a lecture. "The Hearthswarming Celebration is all about the pony tribes' victory over the Windigoes. When the cloudy chill of the Windigoes faded, the first thing they saw was a single, bright star. So they celebrate by putting a star up on top of the tree."
Garble frowned. "That's stupid."
"You asked," Smolder said with a shrug. "It's a common family tradition to celebrate at this time of year."
"Yeah," he grunted, rolling his eyes. "Family. Speaking of family, where's your husband? Uh, what was his name?"
"Spike," Smolder whispered, eyes downcast.
"Yeah, him! It's hard for me to believe I used to think he was just a wimp, but now that I've spent more time around ponies, I can understand his point of view."
Smolder sat down on Garble's stone-carved sofa and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Is he just running late?" Garble continued, oblivious to her discomfort. "It's been a long while since we've seen his face around here."
"No," Smolder mumbled. "He's not coming."
Garble paused. "I thought you were celebrating this for him?"
Tears began forming in Smolder's eyes as she shook her head. "No, that's not it at all."
"Oh, okay. Well, I can't argue with getting presents. I hope you're not mad that I didn't buy you any, but I didn't really know how to go about it."
Stupid Garble, Smolder thought to herself. Can't he see that I'm hurting right now?
"I guess it's fine that Spike doesn't show up, even if it does mean less presents for me. But I didn't have a present for him, either."
She remained silent, claws clenching and unclenching. She peered down at the silver bracelet on her left wrist - it was the ring Spike had given her on their wedding day. She covered it with her other claw and heaved a heavy sigh as Garble continued to ramble.
"We're getting divorced," she finally said.
Garble stopped mid-sentence and stared at her, his jaw slack. "You're what?"
Her voice shook. "We're getting divorced," she repeated.
Spinning on his heel, Garble turned toward the cave entrance and spread his wings.
"Garble, wait!" Smolder cried out, "Where are you going? You can't just leave me like this."
Fifteen wingbeats into his exit, Garble halted, turning back to his younger sister. "No one hurts my sister and gets away with it! I'm going to change his mind! With my fists, if I have to!"
"Don't," Smolder pleaded. "Stop, please. It's not his fault!"
Garble's wings folded, and he dropped to the ground, landing heavily on his muscular legs. The ground shook with the weight of his massive frame. "You're hurt. Because of him. How is that not his fault?"
"I'm the one who asked for a divorce!" Smolder shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Yeah, and? I might not be all sappy and stuff, but even I know that you don't ask for a divorce because everything's fantastic!" Garble countered.
Why was he being so dismissive of her emotions right now? Couldn't he tell that she was crying?
"Stop it!" Smolder shrieked. "Just stop! It's not his fault, okay!?"
Perhaps that was what finally got through his thick skull. Garble closed his mouth and looked down at his little sister. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, hugging them close as she rocked and sobbed.
"Then what happened?" he demanded.
Smolder knew her brother was a dragon, and dragons were rarely soft. Not like Spike, or even herself. The ponies had made them soft, and she was happy for that, but she knew that this was her brother's way of showing he cared. His anger still bothered her.
"Promise you won't get mad?" Smolder asked softly.
Garble seemed conflicted for several moments, his claws clenched and small jets of fire exuding from his nostrils, but eventually he relaxed. "I promise I won't get mad." To Smolder's surprise, his thick, red arms wrapped her up and pulled her off the ground as he embraced her.
A slight smile came to her lips as she buried her head into his chest and hugged him back. Nestled into his chest, she let her thoughts drift back, all the way to the beginning.
"It all started with our honeymoon..." she whispered.
"I want you," Smolder whispered into Spike's ear, tossing him handily onto the triple-princess bed. Spike giggled as he flew through the air, bouncing on the springy mattress until he came to rest. Smolder climbed up on top of him, staring down with lustful eyes.
It was toward the end of mating season when we got married. Even though I'd been wanting to pin him down and have my way with him for weeks, I'd held that desire in check, wanting to make our honeymoon truly special.
"I love you," Smolder whispered into his ear, sitting her rump down on his chest.
"I love you, too," Spike replied, pulling her down close and entwining her tail with his own.
Their lips met and parted. Long, forked tongues dueled and danced as smoky sulfuric breath wafted from their panting exhalations. Smolder hummed with desire, grinding her pussy against the twin-headed beast emerging from Spike's genital slit.
Spike grinned up at Smolder with excitement. Smolder ground herself against his maleness even harder, her fleshy folds drooling copious natural lubrication onto the scaly external lips of her sex.
When it finally happened, the foreplay was short. He seemed even more giddy with excitement than I was, but I was absolutely dripping with desperation, and he seemed to be ready to go. It was everything I'd ever been told to expect from sex.
Smolder pushed back onto her new husband again, and this time his pointed tip slipped between her folds, slipping into her most intimate place. It felt right. It felt perfect. And it felt amazing. Both dragons cried out in ecstasy as their mutual virginities were given to each other.
Spike began thrusting up into his wife. She began rocking forward and back. Soon they had found a rhythm, falling into perfect tempo. Smolder had never felt anything so deep within herself, and the sensation was driving her utterly wild.
I did not know there was anything wrong. We were in love! We were married! We were going to have kids together! What more could a dragoness want?
Smolder screamed, her internal walls clamping down on his intruding member. Her body rocked with an orgasm amplified a hundred times over by her willful refusal to touch herself for weeks during mating season. A mess of fluids gushed out of her; a tidal wave of sexual satisfaction that soaked Spike, the bed, the sheets, and even dribbled onto the floor. But Smolder never slowed, rocking on top of her husband even as his own thrusting seemed to weaken and slow
She opened her eyes as she realized Spike had stopped moving. He smiled up at her. She'd been so caught up in her own pleasure that she'd not even noticed his own. "Did you finish already?" she asked.
Spike smiled weakly. "Yeah."
After I came down from my own plateau, I could feel his members softening; retreating from me. It never struck me as strange - I'd expected him to be a quick shot the first few times. I bent down to kiss him, and then we moved to the other, dryer side of the bed, curled up against each other and fell asleep.
"What's so wrong with that?" Garble wondered aloud.
Smolder let out a long-suffering sigh. "Everything. We'd had sex, and I thought it was mind-blowing. But after a week or two, Spike's interest in sex had all but disappeared. And through it all, while he told me he was enjoying himself, there was never evidence that he ever... finished."
Garble tilted his head. "Finished?"
"Do I really need to spell that out for you?"
The look of confusion on his face said everything Smolder needed to know. "You know, finished. Climaxed. Came. Orgasmed. Fertilized my eggs."
The blush on Garble's cheeks was normally invisible due to the natural color of his scales, but in the low light of the cave, they glowed lightly and exuded warmth. "Oh."
A frustrated growl rumbled from Smolder's chest. "And then it got worse! He started turning me down for sex. I would practically throw myself at him, but he never wanted to do it. Once a month became a dream. And he wouldn't explain to me why. Until eventually, I caught him masturbating. To an issue of PlayMare!"
"A what?"
"Right, pages burn in the heat, magazines aren't a thing in the Dragonlands..." Smolder paused, trying to think of an explanation. "It's basically a bound photo collection of pony mares in sexually provocative poses. And they produce a new collection every month."
"So, he was getting off... to ponies?!" Garble exclaimed in disbelief.
"I confronted him about it. He said he finds ponies sexy, because that's what he was raised around. He'd never even met another dragon until he was twenty, so the only standard for attraction he had was in mares and stallions. And I understood that, even if I didn't like it. And I told myself I would never blame him for that. But that also made me... feel very not-sexy. In fact, I felt ugly..."
"You're not ugly, Smolder. You're the prettiest dragon I know."
Smolder shook her head. "No, I'm not. I mean... in my head I know it's just that Spike is... different, but in my heart, I can't help but feel I'm the ugliest dragon to ever live. Do you know how hard it is when the one dragon who you love and cherish the most says he loves you back, but won't lay a claw on you sexually?"
"Yes," Garble replied quickly, giving her a strange look. "I do."
Smolder scoffed, but continued. "We ended up having a long talk. He loves me - and I truly believe that he loves me. And I love him, too. But... he doesn't find me attractive. Not sexy. Every time we did have sex, he could only keep it up because he was visualizing some pony mare riding him. And I could never be sure if he really finished. Could you imagine marrying a dragoness who only wanted to be studded by a pony dick and found yours to be incredibly dissatisfying?"
"N-n-no," Garble stuttered. "I've never even had a date!"
"It would be emasculating, wouldn't it? ... Wait," Smolder stared at him incredulously. "You haven't?"
"No," Garble said.
"I thought you had that one boyfriend; uh—"
"That was your husband's fault. Remember when he captured the Bloodstone Scepter? He had the power to command soon-to-be Dragonlord Ember to do anything he wanted. Could you imagine having the power to make the princess of dragons to do your bidding, sexually, and she would be unable to resist? And instead of using that power to get laid, he gave it to her. And also tried to make me look gay."
"Wait, he did what?"
"A lot of dragons thought I was coming out of the closet, but that was because of Spike using the power of the Bloodstone Scepter. I never was actually into other males. I had to beg Dragonlord Ember to make it stop. She made me wait a week."
Smolder couldn't help but notice that Garble's own male protrusion had slipped slightly from his genital slit. She stared, and it didn't take Garble long to realize it. He covered himself with his claws.
"Sorry," he said.
"Wait a minute, I'm sitting here telling you about all my marital troubles, and you have an erection!?"
"You're talking about sex! It's normal!"
Smolder drew back. "I'm your sister, Garble."
"I know that," Garble shouted. "Look, the reason I've never had a date is because I only ever wanted you!"
"That's..." Smolder lifted a claw in the air, speechless. Her arm dropped after a few wordless moments. "...really messed up..."
"Do you know how hard it is..." he whispered.
"... What?"
He stood upright, towering over her much smaller frame. Smolder could see a passionate fire burning in his eyes. "Do you know how hard it is... when the one dragon—"
His voice was no longer a whisper. Smolder took a step back, and he took a step toward her, closing the distance considerably with his longer stride.
"—who you love and cherish the most—"
Another step back. The distance closed again. Smolder found the back of her knees pressed against the stone chair.
"—says she loves you back—"
Unable to go further, she sat down and leaned back. Garble continued his advance, bringing his face to within inches of hers.
"—but won't lay a claw on you sexually?"
Garble's sulfurous breath washed over Smolder as he towered over her. She had never seen him like this before. Angry was normal. Rude was normal. Passionate? His only passion was in slam poetry - something that this most definitely was not. And yet, his passion in that moment was stirring something in her, even if she knew she couldn't allow it.
"I'm your sister," Smolder repeated, weakly.
"I know..." He stood up straight, allowing her some space. "I love you, Smolder. More than a brother should."
Garble stared at the ground, balling his fist repeatedly and looking around for something to change the subject. Finally, his eyes came to rest upon her again. He frowned. "... and I'm sorry."
Smolder looked into Garble's eyes, searching for any sign of deception. He withered under her gaze, but didn't look away. "You... really love me? Like that?" she said softly.
"I do," Garble said. A moment later, he finally averted his gaze. "I know it's wrong. But I can't help it."
His erection was still there when Smolder looked down - his twin towers standing hard and firm above his genital slit. Breeding season had begun - the recent cravings to be bred and lay eggs had been feeding into her anger over the divorce.
There was no harm in it, right? After all, she didn't need to actually hatch the eggs, as long as they were laid where no dragon would find it and try to bring it to the clutch. And if they never hatched, who would find out?
Garble suddenly realized where she was looking and moved to cover himself. "S-s-sorry," he mumbled. "I can't control them."
Smolder was still staring. "No, it... it's okay. They're just... big."
"Huh?"
"You're a lot bigger than Spike." She reached forward and pulled his arm away, giving herself a clearer view.
"Uhhh—"
"You've never had sex?" Smolder asked.
"—hhhhhh—"
"I see..."
An unfamiliar draconic scent filtered into her nostrils: powerful and alluring. Garble seemed frozen in place, never moving to stop her, eyes wide as saucers as she leaned forward and wrapped her tongue around and between his twin cocks.
"Ah!" Garble gasped. "What?!"
Smolder grinned as she let her long, serpentine tongue tease her brother's shafts. "Do you have a problem?" she said slowly, careful not to bite her tongue.
"Uhh...n-no, but..."
She smiled, leaning forward and taking the tip of the longer shaft into her mouth. It was strange; unlike Spike, whose cocks had always seemed soft and pliable, Garble's turgid member was hard and firm to the touch. Was this what it was like when arousal was real and genuine?
Garble didn't know what to do. His sister's mouth was on his cock! He never could have imagined this would happen, and yet he had always hoped... The purple fin on her crown was right there. He placed his hands on her head, on either side of the fin, unsure what else to do.
With her brother's lack of complaint, she continued unabashed, taking the second shaft into her mouth. Spike had never cum from this treatment, but she was determined to see if her brother would.
It didn't take long before she found herself gagging on those twin spires. She'd never deepthroated before, and while she wanted to, she was inhaling deeply of his draconian essence, causing a completely different— and much stronger—urge to come over her.
He might have been more than twice her size, but she was still a dragon. And dragons were tough. More than that, dragons were strong. Smolder leaned into his groin, shuffling closer and closer to him, and then grabbed his legs, throwing him over her shoulder.
Garble's world spun as his sister threw him to the ground, landing on his back with a loud crack. Before his vision even stopped spinning she was standing on his chest with both feet, leaning down into his face.
"Garble!" she yelled down at him. "You want to be touched sexually by the dragon you love? Then savor your chance, because I'm not sure I'll be able to bring myself to do this again."
"Wha—" his protest died in his throat as something indescribably hot enveloped his primary dick. He knew that the insides of a dragon were warm and firm - far warmer than his claw could ever hope to be - but he didn't think it would ever have been like this!
Smolder felt the larger shaft inside of her, grinding against her inner walls while the smaller shaft prodded against her scales. With a needy moan, she began rocking back and forth, desperately trying to get his other shaft into her puckered asshole.
"Smolder!" Garble gasped, unable to believe what was happening "Are you ... really?"
"Shut up," she snapped, reaching back to adjust things so that she could feel both of his shafts inside of her.
"Okay..." Garble closed his mouth, staring up at his seemingly-deranged sister as she adjusted his junk and a sudden pressure released as his secondary cock sank into another hole - entirely different, but no less searing hot.
A moan left her lips as she grinded against him, both cocks pressing against her sensitive walls and pinching her most sensitive flesh between them. Her eyes opened wide and she glared down at him with neurotic energy. "Fuck me!"
The sound of a female, desperate for his cock and screaming for it, set him scrambling for something to hold onto. He seized her upper arms, lifting her up slightly and slamming her back down.
"Ow, FUCK!" he screamed as his cocks slipped out of her, bending painfully as she slammed back down against him. Smolder toppled over, crashing face first into the hard stone.
"Ow, fuck!" she echoed, lifting her head off the stone. "Don't lift me so high next time, you fucking dumbass!"
Garble was standing now, doubled over in pain and bracing himself against the chair. Gasping for air after Smolder had bounced off of his gut, he looked up at her. Her hind legs were firmly planted on the ground, head down, ass up. She was glaring at him, fire burning in her eyes - from rage, arousal, or both, he could not be sure. But her head was down, and her ass was up, and his eyes were drawn to the drooling slits his cocks had just been buried in.
"Sorry, Smolder." He pushed off of the chair, stomping over to her with determination. Smolder smiled as he approached, his towering form leaning over her as his pillars of flesh prodded at her holes again. "But you wanted me to fuck you," he continued. "And I'm going to fuck you."
Smolder melted as his weight fell across her back, both of his spires parting her again. With him on top, he pierced far deeper into her, the pinching pressure of his hemipenis grabbing at her taint and tearing at her flesh. "Oh, Bloodstone! Yes!" she shrieked. "Just like that! Please, Garble, do that again."
Garble growled, pulling out and slamming back into her again. The growling escalated into a roar as he withdrew and thrust forward again. This pleasure was greater than anything he'd ever felt before, but he also knew from experience that he was rapidly approaching his threshold.
His wild, violent fucking was bringing Smolder rapidly to her own peak. A keening screech rent forth from her lips as she reached her peak, ample amounts of dragoness cum gushing forth around her. Her fluids hissed and spat as they came into contact with the hot ground of the dragonlands, evaporating into an intoxicating scent that suddenly relaxed her.
She went slack in Garble's arms as he inhaled the strangely powerful smell of her evaporated cum. That smell would lead her to ovulate, he knew. And with it, instinct took over and his body seized, his cocks suddenly clamping down within her in a pinch, spewing piping hot dragon seed into his sister.
Smolder felt him lock up immediately before a searing warmth filled her. And suddenly, she was overwhelmed with grief. Garble relaxed as he came down from his orgasm, and she tumbled to the side, curled up into a ball, tears flowing down her face.
Garble caught his breath as the world came back into focus. He could hear sobbing. Feminine cries. Coming from his sister. "Fuck, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, Smolder, I didn't mean to—
"—No." Smolder blurted between choked sobs. "No, it's just... now I know for sure."
"Know what?"
"Now I know he was always faking it."
Garble was stunned. He didn't know how to reply to that. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, and held her close.
"I would never hurt you," he murmured. Then he remembered what he'd just said a moment before. "Not on purpose, I mean."
"I know," she said, choking on another sob. "I know."
"I'll be here for as long as you need me."
Smolder didn't reply, instead staying quiet in his arms and he sat, looking out at the Dragonlands beyond the cave entrance. She knew he would be there. Always. Because he always had been.
"Are you going to lay?" he eventually asked.
Smolder laughed bitterly. "I have to lay it, as fun as that doesn't sound. I don't have much choice there."
"... Yeah, but... are you going to keep it?"
He had always been there for her. Would he be there for another?
"I don't know. Do you want me to?"
Garble looked off beyond the cave again.
"I wouldn't be opposed to that. I told you, I love you, and I always will. Raising your whelps has always been my dream."
Smolder hugged him. "I love you, too. And you can always stay with us."
"Us?"
Smolder rubbed her belly.
"Us."
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