The visit to the museum was an eye-opening experience for not just the students, but also for Smolder, Ocellus, and even me. I didn't anticipate that the displays and guides would be so intricate, the narratives so distinctively woven that the characters they portray come to life in a haunting but mostly informative way. It wasn't what I was expecting, but it did give you the weight of the events from seven years ago.

That said, we brought the students to the castle for a bit of a brightening up and threw them a thank-you party for coming up our way. And just as we were putting that together, Twilight also managed another group of guests: our friends from Ponyville who went along with her in her adventures. Apparently Twilight and I both had a bit of an oversight in the scheduling, forgetting that the monthly Friendship Summit was supposed to be today. But since she figured that they all were going to enjoy the weekend in town anyhow, they extended it to the entire weekend. For the time being they'll keep the students entertained, even on the train ride back home. And since that was the new plan for the evening, both Smolder and Ocellus formally requested the princess to give them some time for the evening to enjoy the city. Needless to say she agreed and left the two to loiter about town.

"Finally! Let the weekend begin!" Smolder rejoices emphatically.

"You'd think that teachers would be eager to be around the kids they teach." I joke lightheartedly.

"Oh no, love them to bits but sometimes you miss having time for you." The dragoness replies as Ocellus stretches her wings.

"Pretty awesome of Twilight to take over for us and escort the class back to the school in Ponyville." The changeling also notices that while we're walking, my face is buried in a phone screen trying to keep up with a few updates being sent through our government app. I go through a few more things before confirming some appointments for later on down the line. "You're just all up in your phone."

"Well someone's gotta keep the country running somehow." I point out.

"Wouldn't you be at the castle if that were the case?" She questions.

"Phones makes it easier for me to give commands while on the go." I reply. "I can call a secretary and give her the word on what's happening next, or quietly be informed of a security update. It's pretty easy to keep track of things while you're on the go as opposed to keeping a bunch of scrolls on me at all times. Also, helluva lot lighter too."

"I may not like that one particular human cause he scares me, but his appearance did bring out some really good shit." She smirks as she summons her phone. "Like the newest tea on some of the global politics over there. Like did you know there's a war going on over there?"

"Well Nondis did say that his species was accustomed to conflict." I say with an eyeroll. "Not really surprised that he wasn't lying about that. I'm still stuck on the global pandemic thing."

"Yeah. It's crazy how that one guy who was in the American office tried to override an election just because he lost."

"Or the fact that Nondis' home country keeps having mass killings in places like schools, clubs, churches, and grocery stores. Like what's going on over there?"

Smolder, who's growing more annoyed by our recital of ill news, loudly grumble to us. "Can we please focus on Equestrian matters as opposed to a world we don't live in or won't really be involved with? Like seriously, everything's so depressing! Let's lighten up, it's the weekend!"

"Yeah, I guess she isn't wrong there." I nod in acknowledgement. "So you two camping out here for the night?"

Smolder scoffs as she gives her enthusiastic confirmation. "Hell yeah, I always wanted to check out some of the night scene in Corrotto."

As we're walking away from the train station, we wait till another trolley comes down to our stop and rides us straight into the district, which seems to be brightening up with all sorts of colorful lights and LED advertisements on the buildings. "Yeah, it does pretty glitzy down here."

"Right. Like y'all remember that one dunce in the museum?" Smolder mentions. "I don't know why we had that one idiot trying to claim that it should go back to what it used to be."

"Yeah, like what was so great about the old Corrotto? I didn't hear much about it, even on the tour." Ocellus adds.

"Some dragons who've been there say it used to be a place where there were a bunch of guilds and shit, doing odd jobs and hits on targets. Pretty much a seedy underworld if you ask me." Smolder briefly summarizes.

"When I was younger, Twilight and Shining were always told to avoid going there because of some bad ponies looking to do bad things to you. After a visit to that museum, I can understand why." I think aloud.

Smolder throws her claws up as we exit the trolley going towards one of the hotels to check in for the weekend. "Well we're here now. Might as well see if there are any clubs opening on tonight."

Ocellus, already being invested in her phone, quickly scrolls through her contacts. "Messaging Gallus and Silverstream now."

"I love how you guys can just throw plans together and it somehow work out for you. It's almost a herculean effort just to get the Friendship Summit to kick off every month because of conflicting schedules."

The changeling's phone jingles to notify her of an incoming message. "Ooh!" She says with her wings abuzz.

"What, what's the word?" Smolder asks.

"Sandbar and Yona are dropping by!"

The dragoness pumps her fist in celebration. "Yes! We finally got the whole squad together again!"

"I thought Yona and Sandbar didn't like going out to party." I bring up curiously,

"Well to be fair, clubs don't open up till later anyways. Plus Sweetie Belle coming along with them to see Rarity." She adds.

"Oh yeah, I forgot they have plans for Sunday." I mumble.

"Well we got two hours before the next train drops by with our friends on board. I already texted them the address to the hotel." Ocellus states happily.

"We haven't even picked one out yet." I point out.

"I think you already know what place we're crashing at for the weekend."

Ocellus wasn't lying about knowing what hotel we were going to book. In fact, she made it a point to quietly remind me of which hotel we just brazenly invaded over the past weekend. Turns out that place wasn't just some run-of-the-mill high-rise establishment. It was a full-on resort with a massage parlor, an eatery, an indoor swimming pool with a hot tub, and a sky light opening over an indoor courtyard. I thought it was pretty strange that we overlooked all that while rushing to unload some sexual tension during a heated exchange.

Shortly after we get settled into the suite, the others call and inform the three of us that they made it to town and will meet up with us shortly. Smolder, being the impatient dragon she is, don't like to wait too long to find someplace to eat, so she books us a table for seven at the restaurant. By the time the others arrive, the waiting staff guides us to our seating and we glance at the menu prices. Since we're all pretty well-off from royalties and grants given to us for our prestige, plus the fact that we all work and have stable finances, that obviously leaves us with some fairly disposable income. We don't gawk too badly at the prices either, they're surprisingly not that steep for a tie-in establishment.

After some time at the restaurant, we wait a bit to let our food settle before finally taking the town.

All of us have varying ideas on what we should do next. Some want to just see what the hype of the place was about, others want to see which venues offer games or karaoke, some even propose bars to hang out in. We stand at a deadlock, so they all look to me like I have some idea of a solution. Yona and Sandbar then say they need to visit a club for a short while before coming to a final decision of what to do for the night. Personally, I always wanted to go to the club and see what the hype's about. If anything, it should feel like an over-bloated, overproduced, overbudgeted party Pinkie would throw whenever there was a huge event. So why not? I vote club, the others fall in line, and we agree to escort Yona and Sandbar to the venue.

When we arrive, it's pretty obvious that this place is the hype of the district. Ponies from various walks dress in various accessories and sashes all stand in a line that wraps around the building and shoots down the block. And the three bouncers that run the door are screening who would get in or not seemingly on appearance and posture. Some walk in with a posh lift of the head like they're important, others walk away with their head lowered like they lost out on something important.

"What do you mean I can't get in!? I sent in my reservation two weeks ago!" A scrawny stallion with a pair of orange-tinted shades questions the head bouncer.

"Name?" The bouncer questions.

"Sigma Slide." The stallion answers emphatically. "I literally called in two weeks ago. I spoke with the manager. I made my reservation for tonight."

The main bouncer glanced down at his clipboard and nodded. "Your rez' was moved."

"What!? How!" Ask the appalled stallion.

"Have you looked at the line behind you?" The bouncer asks. "Busy night. Try coming by on Monday."

"Who's here on a Monday!? I work on Monday!"

"Sorry, them's the breaks." The other two bouncers politely guide the stallion away from the door as the head bouncer calls out to the front of the line. "Next!"

Two seemingly rich mares walk up to the front, jumping the entire line and the misfortunate pony who waited their turn. The two posed immediately upon giving the bouncer their ID's. He gives the two a glance before turning to the others, who give a nod. He quietly unhooks the velvet rope and allows them in. The entire front of the line erupt into complaint as the two mares flick their tails at the many dissenters.

Obviously they were either famous or they were notable figures. So I try my own attempt to jump the line to see if I would get instant access. The bouncer latches the rope and looks up to me with a stoic face. "Name?"

"I'm Spike the Dragon, you know, Royal Friendship Advisor?"

The bouncer glares down to his list, flips the pages, and then motions the other two to step forward. "Not on list."

"What, really? Damn." I guess my societal status doesn't matter here either. It was worth a shot.

"Step to the back of the line, please." The bouncer order me before seeing a large yak stand in his way. He pauses to observe her size, his eyes widening all the while.

The yak calls out confidently. "You know Yona."

He skims to the last page of the list, picking out her name. "Yup..." He's quick to unhook the rope, the other bouncers are also quick to move the line back a little for her to pass through. "Party of six. Come on in."

"Dragon with us too." She says as she walks behind me, headbutting me to move forward.

The bouncers just get out of her way as she pushes me along. Only the head guy gives me a quick warning on the way in. "Don't start any trouble."

I shake my head in both disbelief and amazement. "Geez, I can't get a VIP clearance on title alone, but you guys can just waltz right on in. I want the life you guys have."

"There's a reason why Yona has access." The yak responds as we pass into a hallway lit up by only black light, causing some of our distinctive features to glow in a greenish color.

"Rarity put in a reservation to visit. So we managed to get bumped up to the VIP slot. If she's coming in from Ponyville when we called her up, that was like two hours ago, she should be here in the next fifteen minutes if she's not here already." Sandbar explains.

"Ah, okay." I nod.

From the moment we walk in, I realize just how big this place really was. If anything, this place was built to be like a concert hall, a giant room with flashing lights rigged above and behind the stage. The stage's backdrop consists of giant LED panels flashing bright colors to either match or catch the lighting that shines on the DJ. The sound system is massive, subwoofers pulsing with omnidirectional bass that can rattle the glasses right off of your face if you stand by them. There's a set of speakers hanging on each side of the stage, curving into a J that emits the most powerful signals known to an indoor venue.

The DJ pumps the crowd as they turn a knob, introducing the risers that fade the bass out. The crowd pauses with growing anticipation, waiting for the drop to come up. The dancers on the floor are jumping, waiting for that moment of release on the rhythm. My eyes widen as the entire venue glows red like we've stepped into the danger zone. The energy is so pent among the club goers that you could see the one moment everyone takes a single breath in unison, it's amazing. Then a cutaway to silence.

♫BLOW THIS BITCH UP!♪

The drop blasts me into an alternate state of mind, a sudden rush of endorphins fill my body as my eyes widen to the flashing strobes and lasers shooting through the air. The chaotic splices of noises and synths make everyone completely euphoric, almost chaotically spasmodic. It's like watching everyone bang their heads to the electric rhythm as well as dancing to whatever rhythm they feel. I can't help but to get lost in it.

I look around, still riding the magnificent high of the experience, seeing the colorful bar sprawling across the entire side of the venue, with drinks catalogued by color and alphabet. The other side had a gaming lounge mainly dedicated to human video games. A screen above shows one game that's being played where a character with a huge sword throws one guy off a stage and jams the oversized blade into a green dinosaur's back. The screen flashes red and zooms in on the characters before watching as the unfortunate victim is sent to bottom of the screen with the word 'GAME' superimposed on the screen.

We're all looking around like we've stepped into the portal leading straight to the human world. It's as if there's a party there, and us Equestrians got the invite to invade and party like we ain't got shit to live for the next day. Smolder just starts to laugh in excitement while Silverstream loses herself in the music. Gallus joins her while Ocellus starts to slowly get captivated by the sight of the video games being played at the arcade, aptly named 'The Smash Corner'. Meanwhile, I'm more interested in what the drinks are like.

"SPIIIIIIIIIKE!"

I'm snapped back to reality for the moment, recognizing the owner of that voice and the possible implications of what it may bring. "Oh no, I don't like the sound of that."

Without warning, the blue mare teleports right beside me and gives me a tight squeeze with a huge smile on her face. Smolder and Ocellus both look at me like I just met up with a close 'friend'. "Huh, who's she?" Questions Silverstream.

Ocellus looks a little surly before realizing for a moment who she resembles. "Hey, isn't she one of the displays at the museum?"

"Yeah, she's the sister of that one hologuide that we like." I answer.

"Ooh, so what's she like?" Smolder asks while nudging me in a teasing manner.

"Well─" I don't even get to finish as she jumps up and yanks me down to her eye level.

"Oh my gosh, you're here! This is way too perfect!" She immediately starts dragging me away from the others, who follow me with curiosity. "Come this way, I got a booth to my little lonesome. We got trade discussions to go through, and possibly a few other things we can talk about for fun!"

"Are they in official capacity, ma'am?" I ask quietly, mainly looking back to Ocellus.

She shrugs with complete abandon. "I dunno. Might be. We could find out! Come around and keep me company while we have a few talks about some stuff we're short on."

Not wanting to seem like I'm just leaving Ocellus to dry on what's supposed to be the day before our more intimate meetup, I propose for her to come along with us so she can at least gauge things and possibly bail me out if things get too hot and bothersome. "Can I bring a friend?"

She looks back to the group of creatures all trailing behind me initially before trying to feign disinterest. The mare giggles as she levitates all of them over to where we were. "Oh please, all your friends can come on by. Drinks on me!"

Gallus snickers as he makes a joke about earlier. "So apparently you know the owner of the district, AND you still don't have VIP access?"

"Wait what!?" Ms. Royal appears very much offended, taken aback by the idea that my entry was still on a survey basis. "Honey, you didn't tell me you needed the goods! You got me looking like I'm fucking up here! What is this, the old VIP Lounge where you pay a quarter mil to get in!? FUCK THAT SHIT!"

"No, it's oka─" Suddenly a bright flash appeared before my face, causing my pupils to painfully dilate. "Owie."

Ms. Royal takes her phone and shows me the screen of me looking just as off as anyone would be when caught off their guard. "I'm sending your pic to everyone in the fucking sphere! Box seats to the stadium, season tickets, free weekends and immediate seating at the local four-star restaurant, whatever the fuck you want babe! I got you!" She guides us to a more secluded hallway, one that had a clear label for VIP access. We travel a short walk to an elevator that leads us to what I could assume the VIP area. "Okay, everyone on! Let's get to where the real party's at!"

The doors close behind us and the lift activates. As I rub my eyes, still recovering from the sudden flash of her camera, Ocellus grows curious about some of her statements. "Uh, just out of curiosity, what club costs a quarter million bits to get in?"

"Oh that? Old Lounge. The old lounge they burned up because of all the dirty stuff that happened there." She freezes for a moment. But after a short while, she glances back at me and asks. "...You know the museum across the street from the stadium?"

"We just left there today. Your brother was pretty funny." Ocellus adds.

"He's always been like that. I just never really got a chance to enjoy the character he was because... a lot was going on." She looks up to the ceiling, summoning a bottle of wine. "He was strong, a really good fighter, and a way better brother than what he needed to be. I'd reckon if he was any worse, he'd be the one here greeting you instead of me."

"We're sorry for your loss." Smolder answers with a quiet tone.

Ms. Royal takes a swig of her drink. "But yeah... it took a quarter mil to get in. That club was different. The wait staff would do almost anything you'd ask, even if it was sexual, or you requested from someone of your own orientation or otherwise. But when the head honcho makes an announcement... or an example of someone, bar was shut down, wait staff remained on standby, and members were made to attend whatever fucked-uppery he had planned for the evening. He did a lot of cruel things... and for a quarter of a million bits, you got to be a witness to it."

"Why would you pay that much for something like that?" I question her.

"Information." She answers quickly. "The VIP members there were the cream of the crop, and not just in Canterlot either. They had the info, the insider trade news, the schematics to some of the security patrols, even access to the offices of the parliament."

"They were that deep?" Sandbar ask with shock.

"Oh yeah. Politicians who had secrets were a definite shoe-in." She takes another swig before speaking. "My dad was a member of his inner-circle, and he was a senator. Then my brother, a city council member over the Corrotto District itself, was a member out of initiation, he did a thing that pissed my father off. Then... I was made a member."

"Let me guess. Initiation?" Gallus questions quietly.

The mare takes the whole bottle like she was guzzling down water after being caught in the arid sun for a day. Her lips don't break from the bottle until it's all gone. "Sorry. That's something I keep to myself." Her eyes water for a moment as her eyes clench shut. "Lots of terrible memories there... including the cremation of my brother. A lot of my hell, it's all rooted from that damned museum. The VIP Lounge of the Corrotto Underground Arena, right past the red wooden doors with the golden trim, those were the doors to hell."

We all stand quietly until the elevator chimes to inform us that we have reached the VIP area. The mare slaps herself on either cheek of her face and the bright cheerfulness of her demeanor immediately pops back on like a light with a faulty filament.

"Alright! Rooms are down the hall. Ours is at the very end." Most of us just gawk at her, watching as her slap appear more to a hard reset at a simple button press as opposed to a gradual emotional reclaiming. Obviously she's not well in the mind, but I was warned of it, so I can't complain. I just motion everyone to move forward.

We get to the end of the all, Ms. Royal swipes a card next to the door and the locks click, giving us access to a room that looks more like an extravagant hotel lobby. Another thing we notice is how quiet the room is in contrast to the massively loud concert that's taking place downstairs. There's a TV with a few game consoles imported from the human world as well. We all marvel at the modern-looking room with it's many human implementations. "Whoa, nice pad!" Silverstream praise excitedly.

While some of us are still questioning if Blue Royal is okay, she doesn't seem to even acknowledge the massively disturbing truth she just laid out on us before banking that bottle of wine down her throat. In fact, she's starting to really feel that wine. "Wanna know what else you can do?" She goes onto her phone and swipe at the screen, the lighting of the room goes from the traditional white to purple. "Boom, lights change."

"Awesome, can we get red?" Smolder requests, which Ms. Royal more than willing to oblige. The room is now in a deep red glow that almost matches what we saw earlier. "Ah yeah!"

While she's busy amusing Smolder with our lighting options, I tag back to a topic from earlier. "So Ms. Blue, you said something about supply chains. I know there were a few disruptions as of recent."

"Meh, supplies-shmupplies, it's all good! Besides, I'm feeling great right now, and I don't think I'm gonna harp on it for too long." The alcohol is really doing a number on her judgement right now. "Ooh! Wanna see what else this place has?"

She presses a button underneath a seat, causing the walls to open to reveal a hidden bar. The selections of drinks appear to be top-rated and highly expensive. She walks over to the bar and hits another switch, opening a hole in the floor that reveals a bubbling hot tub with seating inside. I tilt my head at the absurdity of how incredibly loaded this place actually is. I watch as Silverstream bolts right by me and transforms into her sea-fairing form upon diving in. She pats her fins on the rim with excitement. "Gallus! You gotta get in on this! It's soo-oo-ooo toasty."

"Don't mind if I do. I ain't gonna ignore a party invite when I see one." He replies with a smile. As he gets close, Silverstream leaps out of the water and swamps him under. The two crashing into the hot tub causes a wave that crashes against the floor.

"Hey, guys!?" Ocellus calls out to the pair before turning to Ms. Royal. "Sorry about them. They don't often see each other because of Gallus' shift here in town, so they do stuff like this on the regular. We're sorry for the mess." Their heads crest above the surface for the first time and the griffon looks unamused as he looks at his hippogriff girlfriend laughing at his expense. He runs a claw against the lower extremity of her sea-fairing form to embarrass her. Her demeanor changes slight embarrassment before diving on top of him and planting him down before kissing him. Ocellus rolls her eyes and offers another apology. "Oh great. We're also sorry for the unnecessary PDA." She says before chewing the couple out. "Guys, cool it, we have a room for that!"

"Yeah, the room's here! There's a reason it's soundproof." Ms. Royal announces with a snicker. Ocellus appears shocked that she would not only permit the pair's actions, but full-on endorse them. The unicorn mare seats herself in the hot tub across from the pair, putting on some slow music for the two to enjoy. "I may be in my thirties, but I like to have fun too! In fact, I'm pretty interested in seeing how far they go with it. Never seen a griffon and a swimming hippogriff go at. How do they get it in like that?"

My mind goes back to what she said in the elevator about how they used to have wait staff that would do anything the clients requested, even if it was sexual favors. "Huh... something tells me you didn't mind getting into your fair share of bad over in the old club."

"Yeah, the place was terrible, not even gonna lie about that. But there were some good things you had there, good food, really strong drinks, high-quality mixed beverages, and really friendly servants who knew how to snatch the soul out of whatever set of genitals you had. You could even make a three or foursome out of it." She cuts her eyes to me, watching how I would react to her words. "I'm sure a dragon like you could handle a little something like that."

In a bid to hide myself from showing my blooming excitement, I take a dive into the hot tub. Ocellus glares at me as though I took an invitation to do something she didn't sign up for. I plead to her for forgiveness. "I know what it looks like, but I'm just trying to be somewhat decent, okay!?"

Smolder plants her claws behind Ocellus and pushes her in the direction of the hot tub. The changeling looks back at the dragoness with rapidly flushing cheeks. "We all got our needs, Octy." The orange dragoness replies. "And it looks like your 'friend' could use a hoof with his. So..." She then shoves the changeling into the hot tub. "Get in there!"

But not wanting to go without a vengeful retort, the changeling's magic wraps around the tail of the devious dragon and pulls her in to join the fray. While I'm trying to cover myself, the two start to splash at each other. Ms. Royal laughs almost maniacally at their exchange. I sink myself well past the seat, crouching at the bottom of the tub but keeping my nostrils clear of the water.

Yona looked on quietly, her eyes growing fixed to mainly Gallus and Silverstream. Sandbar starts to look at her with intent before an idea darts across his mind and he quickly grabs at the yak's attention. "As much as we'd love to join the party, Yona and I are gonna head to the other room to meet up with Sweetie Belle and Rarity. We'll be back after that."

Ms. Royal levitates a bottle of wine over to her possession. "Aw, well at least they can join after." She also levitates a glass my way, pouring me a beverage. "Shy guy, huh? It's okay if you're not used to the debauchery."

A part of me want to refuse out of habit. It isn't a set habit like I just don't like doing it, it's mainly out of obligation to my job. So often when I was offered drinks, I had to turn it down because I had to have a clear mind to negotiate deals the next day. But with tomorrow being my day off, the first in a very long time, I don't have to subscribe to that practice as much. I mean I still want to hide myself in this water, but at least I can probably enjoy myself a little while I'm here.

I know, I got warned against being a drinking partner of hers, much less spending any time with her. But I'm with my friends first and foremost. It's time I'd join in the fun, live my life a little, take an opportunity to forget a night worthy of remembering. You only live once, and youth isn't forever. Fuck it. "Sure, I don't mind." I take a sip of the drink she poured, the first thing I notice is how fruity it is to the initial taste. It's easy to go down, like juice. So I end up going through a few glasses like it's a simple drink. But only a few moments goes by before it really punches at the nerves. Suddenly I feel off balance, loose, stumbling in the water while I watch both Ocellus and Smolder take their own respective drinks. "That was some pretty strong stuff! What was that?"

"A special little mix I had made just for me." The mare replies with a smirk, offering me the bottle.

I gladly accepted her offer. "I bet being a billionaire is the life, ain't it?"

"It has it's ups and downs." She answers quietly before laughingly calling me out for bottoming out the bottle. "Don't act like you ain't a lightweight, Mr. TheDragon."

"I'm not!" I point back at her.

"Have you ever gotten drunk before?" She asks.

I shake my head, stumbling just a little. "No. But it can't be that bad." She levitates me another bottle, preferably to pour into a glass instead of chugging it down. "See, I don't feel a thing. It tastes just like juice."

"That's the fun part." She says with a smirk.

Smolder checks in on the changeling after watching her take on a glass. "Ocellus, you okay?"

"Not exactly a drinker myself. I know I can't handle my liquor too well." The changeling admits, holding her head a little.

"Then you may wanna take this one easy." Ms. Royal advises as she takes the glass from her.

Smolder doesn't even think about it, she just hawks the glass back and takes a big gulp of what could be her fourth drink. "Huh, you're right, Spike. I don't feel much of anything with this."

The mare shakes her head. "You two just wait until it really kicks in."

Further down the hall...

Yona and Sandbar waits quietly in another room similar to the one they just left from. Sandbar looks to his fiancé and questions her if they had gone to the wrong room. "Hey hun, are we in the right room?"

The yak appears a little distracted, staring down at the floor as though she was caught in a daze. But she catches herself to answer him. "Yona knows this is right room. Yona checked. But Yona is confused, Rarity not here."

"Maybe she's running behind?" The stallion questions.

The yak groans as she starts to twist impatiently. "Yona wish she would come sooner!"

Sandbar's eyes widened for a moment. "Wow, pronoun." He points out, knowing his fiancé rarely often uses them. "Hun, you good?"

"Yona's just impatient right now." She announces as she starts to breathe in and out slowly. "Yona needs to calm down."

Just a moment after, the door opens to both Sweetie Belle and Rarity stepping in the room. The pair seems to be a bit on edge, obviously from rushing to get to the room. "Sorry I'm late, darlings. Train ride back was a bit delayed for maintenance. Had to wait a bit before we could get going."

"Definitely need that spa day now." Sweetie said with disapproval. "I would kill for a haunch and back rub after the school week.

"No kidding." Rarity cosigns from her own experience as an educator. Her attention snaps back to her associate. "Now on to business. I know that you have some fairly good reports, I just briefly looked at the information about our earnings for the branch, all I can say is that there isn't a minus next to the number, a good thing, not a bad one. Yona, what does the quarterly earnings really look like in your branch?"

The yak seems distant, hunching over for a moment as her soon-to-be husband jabbed at her side. "Yona?"

"Oh, right. Sorry, Yona's a bit airheaded right now." She takes another deep breath and goes on about her report. "Yona reports quarterly increase by fifteen percent. Ponies and other creatures come in very frequently to buy more products. Fragrances and accessories are the primary draw. But customers seek more variety in browsing options from birthroot storefront in terms of apparel. Yona knows this is unlikely request to make of Rarity, but Yona advises boss to bring more of the newer lines to drive up customer draw."

After she finishes her report, the yak lowers her head and begins to breathe again. Rarity appears concerned for the large creature, but continues on knowing that she would want business to reach a conclusion before anything else. "I think I can keep this one short then. I know it feels like I've given the Carousel Boutique less and less attention over the years, but it's not with any intent that I do that. A lot of my larger outlets have been really pushing for the exclusive releases. I suppose I could design an exclusive line and relegate it to only the Ponyville branch to further increase demand and engagement. I could call it 'the Birthright.' That way if you want it, it's only at one location so it's nearest you. My personal thank you to the town that gave me life and a foundation to build my humble little business empire from."

Sandbar reacts for his fiancé. "That's great! That means you'll be able to sell even more goods, Yona." But he stops to notice that she's breathing even heavier than before. Her face is sweating and her cheeks are growing warmer. The stallion lifts her head to check on her. "Yona, are you okay?"

Sweetie stands up for concern of the laboring yak. "Is she alright?"

Yona places her head against his and mutters in a quiet voice. "Sandbar... we need to go." She says as she puts a little more weight on him. "...Yona made huge mistake. Stupid Yona should've stayed home, let Sandbar have fun with friends without Yona."

He identifies what it is she's struggling with and nuzzles her, fanning her with a hoof afterwards. "Honey, you know I'm not gonna let you do that."

Sweetie Belle guesses what it is that's bothering her. "Uh oh, looks like a certain yak's fallen into cycle."

"She's not in cycle." Sandbar explains. "But she is in a bit of a spurt. Probably from seeing Gallus and Silverstream getting a little touchy earlier."

"Wait, they're here?" Sweetie asks.

Rarity, understanding how Yona can be at times, recognizes that female yaks can sometimes be aggressive when triggered into a mating mood. "Well if you were in a mood, darling, you don't have to force yourself to behave on my part."

The yak pleads with her boss. "But the store... and the customers─"

"I've made my decision already, and you've been made aware of it. Now go and find you a nice hotel to pack in and... get busy."

Sandbar helps his fiancé up to her cloven hooves. "Yona need to tell others. Looks bad if Yona and Sandbar don't show after saying we would."

Rarity pulls out her phone, already looking up a place to reserve. "I'll pay for the room, you two. You just tell us where they are and we'll relay the message while you get going."

"We have a room already." Sandbar explains. "And the others are in another booth with the owner."

Rarity's face freezes with worry as she manifests a thought to her own self. "Oh my, well let's go and peek in before things get awkward."

Sweetie Belle scoffs at her sister's concern. "Seriously, how bad can it be?"

Meanwhile...

I don't think I've ever had the opportunity to study just how aggressive hippogriffs were in the water, or when mating for that matter. I don't think I've seen a griffon so easily subdued where his head is leaning backwards for air. But that's the apparent calling card for Silverstream and Gallus' sexual relationship. Those two have been at it for a while, and they're going like he's going off to war. Doesn't matter if she's got a lower extremity of fins, she's making him suffer with the satisfaction alone. All of her weight is upon him, her body crashing against his as he stares into the ceiling like he's content in going out this way. Onward, brave soldier, to the great ethereal plain.

Meanwhile I can't seem to shake off a drunken Ocellus. She's entered a whole different state of mind. It's like the combination of watching the avian-hybrid pair mating their brains out and her weak bodily resistance to alcohol is pushing her already devious mind to get into some public debauchery. Thank goodness these rooms are privatized, otherwise anyone could see her hoof teasing me at my most vulnerable state. Ms. Royal and Smolder are watching just a few feet away, curious if I would really bust or not. The changeling's slurring giggles are a constant reminder of how intoxicated she is.

I'm not exactly towards climax, but the sight of seeing Ms. Royal enjoying the premium primetime performance is putting me in a place of satiating her curiosity for a dragon's lust. Smolder wades closer to sit herself beside me, looking at the drunken changeling work her magic. Her claws begin to wander a little, hovering but not yet indulging on her own self. She gives me a measure, seeing how endowed I am before snickering to herself. She calmly guides Ocellus' head to where her hoof had worked, and allows her to coat me in her saliva.

The changeling looks down greedily, hungrily drooling as her compound-colored eyes halfway lid. Her forked tongue slides slowly onto my tip. I'd close my eyes to savor it, but the sight of Smolder guiding her entices me to continue watching. Her tongue plays around me, the slit occasionally wrapping me from both sides before reuniting with the mouth that falls upon me. I sigh in enjoyment as she takes me on. I mumble in lustful praise. "That's right, it's yours."

The door suddenly opens and a voice pops through with a hurrying tone. "Sorry to interrupt Blue, but these two need another booth to deal with some important natural business─" I snap back to reality upon hearing the voice in front of me. I look up to see a blushing unicorn with a prominent curl in her indigo mane. "SPIKE!"

"Oh shit!" My first instinct is to find something to hide myself behind. But before I knew what to use, Ocellus proceeds to deepthroat me at the most inopportune time. I hold her head in place, conceding that this was my only option to keep myself hidden from her. "Rarity... Uh, it's not what it looks like!

Ocellus darts her eyes up to me and in a jealous fit raises her head to happily reveal to the unicorn what it was I tried to hide down her throat, rather how much of it. Rarity quickly closes her eyes and turns away with a hoof to her face. Sweetie Belle, who walked in behind her alongside Sandbar and Yona, caught the moment and gawks in awe of what she saw. "Holy fuck, that thing was inside of her mouth!... How'd she make it fit?"

Ms. Royal smiles as she places her self-pleasure session on pause. Since her back was to the door, they don't immediately see what she was up to. She turns around to greet the four walk-ins. "Ah, there you are! The party's just getting started."

The green-eyed unicorn mare takes but a step forward before Rarity snatches her in her magic to force her in an about-face. "Okay, I think it's time Sweetie and I take our leave, and we take these two to the room they have."

The younger unicorn fights her sister on the issue. "What, no way! I wanna keep tabs on this!" She says as she pulls out her phone to record.

As she hits the button, the older sibling tries to censor much of the footage with her own hoof, all while blinding herself. "Sweetie Falabella Belle, we need to go!"

Being no stranger to magic herself, Sweetie Belle moves her phone out of the way to record more footage. "Rarity Andalusia Belle, we can wait!"

I try to cover my face, but I know it won't do much good. Rarity stops shielding her eyes to finally get a grip onto her sister. She glances at me covering my face, but shakes her head. "Do pardon our abrupt dismissal."

Sweetie tries to get a closer angle, but her phone is snatched by her sister shortly after the older mare places a hoof to her horn to quench the green aura around it. Her horn erupts in a bright flash. "Hey, I just started recording─" Sweetie yells out before the four of them completely disappear from the room.

"Aw. Shame, I thought those two were really going to join us. Would've even had an extra unicorn for fun too." The care-free billionaire says as she gazes back to me. "Guess I'll have to settle for the current plotline."

I look down at myself and see that I'm just as exposed as I feared that I would be if I were in a public setting, worst off to the one I had been crushing on for years. But as my mind starts to become littered with doubts and regret, Ocellus is the one to pull me back forward with a playful bat at me, causing my length to smack against my belly before freestanding again. "Chill out, you're with us tonight." She gives me a series of kisses along my shaft as she speaks. "You know I'm not gonna let you come back down that easily."

"Now she's a girl who knows what she wants." Blue comments on the drunken changeling. She herself wades over to visit as the changeling goes back to her work. "So how do you go about sucking this thing? It's pretty big for a little thing like you."

"He likes it if you tease him a bit before you give him full lip service." The alcohol is doing more to spare Ocellus her pride than it does her skill. Though I wish she hadn't come up on me so soon.

The mare starts to step out of the hot tub, asking a question along the way. "Does he do oral himself? Is he any good?"

The changeling's eyes expand as she jumps up in realization. "Oh shit, I forgot about that!"

"Forgot what?" I ask as Ocellus jumps out of the hot tub, walking behind me. She lays herself down next to me. Her magic pulls me around to face her as she pats the inside of her haunches.

"Come on here, Spike." She orders as her magic offers me little choice but to obey. "Dig in."

Smolder and Ms. Blue watches in curiosity over how I would perform. I'm nervous to an extent, but I give it a try. My mouth opens to show her the tongue that would be sloppily serving her before pressing my lips towards her wet folds. She hums quietly as she patiently awaits my next maneuver. I give her a kiss amidst her thighs before pressing them to where she wanted the most attention. I nuzzle into her, letting my lips embrace her folds.

Ms. Blue laughs behind me. "Your first time eating out?"

"You can tell, huh?" Smolder cosigns.

"I've done my fair share of giving and receiving, so I know what to look for." The mare replies as she leans down to me while giving Ocellus some much-sought assurance. "And I've had plenty of years of experience. You just chill out there while I give him the in's and out's." She pats me on the back of the head. "You. Less lip. More tongue."

Smolder takes my other side and offers her own advice. "Try not to poke and prod in one place until she tells you to. For now, be adventurous. Don't worry so much about the taste, you'll get used to it."

I didn't really know that there was a taste to worry about. But I'm sure the water really helped to dumb it down so I shouldn't have to taste much of anything. While I'm not used to putting my tongue in places I'm not familiar, I guess it's only fair since she's been so diligent about wrapping her tongue around what I often keep to myself. I take a deep breath to prepare myself and take the plunge.

"Ah, there we go." Ocellus whispers with a bit of relief, prompting a snicker from Smolder.

"Good boy. Now broaden your strokes, but don't be too harsh." Ms. Blue continues to hold my head as she gives instructions. "Your lower jaw is where the magic happens, it's also where your tongue's attached. So if you feel you need the reinforcement, get engaged. But no teeth."

I never knew there was as much technicality to giving a girl this kind of service. I always thought that what was good for the goose is just as good for the gander. Turns out the requirements are applied differently. While she had a lot to work with me in terms of surface area, I have little to maneuver around. Ocellus looks down to see me glancing at her face, trying to judge myself from her eyes. She seems pretty satisfied for it being my first time tasting her. She cradles a hoof to the back of my head, stifling a moan while I take a periodic peek down to my work. I pull away, starting to find the confidence to push myself a little further in my endeavor.

I grab her waist, settling her inward to me, adjusting myself to truly apply some pressure if need be. I think she wants me to be a little more passionate. So I oblige, opening my jaw to let her see my tongue flick at her before my lips closed around her, allowing my tongue to fully encircle her innermost folds. Her back arches as she retracts her hoof momentarily. "You might want to tell him to slow down." She's grasping at the floor, signifying that I'm doing a fairly good job at being aggressive.

Ms. Blue whispers in my ear breathlessly. "Okay, ease back a bit. She's not ready to go just yet."

I peek back, wondering what the older mare was doing that made her pant. But being the jealous love bug she is, Ocellus drags my attention back to her, shoving my snout back into her. "Mine." She moans in a bratty manner. "You eat what I give you. Don't go digging for anything else when you're not even finish with me."

It seems she's quite a dominant figure when receiving. Her eyes are more stern, her hoof grasps at the back of my head, pushing me down on her. She sits up to watch me with those stern eyes. Her hips rock against my lips, I part them and allow for my tongue to warm her yet again. Her bottom lip becomes suppressed by her bite. What were moans had devolved into grunts, it seems that after wanting me to repress my efforts, she's ramping the pressure to achieve her own ends. I go as she goes, and allow my tongue to flick against her folds.

"These two are really into it. I like." Ms. Blue comments as she takes a look down to see just how pent up I was out of the lack of attention I received in my work. "Aw, poor thing's feeling a little neglected. Tell you what, if you make her squirt, I'll make you do the same." She offers.

Ocellus grunts even harder, Smolder takes notice of her inclining ambitions. "Wow, someone's greed is coming out."

The changeling lets out a brief mewl before addressing the orange dragoness. "Nngh... Shut it!"

Seeming as though she's displeased with the changeling's crude retort, she smirks and stoops to my ear to speak. "I want you to use your claws for this one. Open her up."

I pull back and do as Smolder suggests, sliding my claws between and using my thumbs to open the changeling up even further to me. I am greeted by a thick bead of white fluid pooling from inside of her. I am greeted by a most welcome sight, the pinkness of her inviting me inside like my tongue was a long-lost friend. Ocellus takes an embarrassed exception to my revealing of her body. "HEY! I didn't tell you to get too far into that!"

"You're a shy one for offering a meal." Smolder teases as she gets out of the hot tub, aiming to suppress the changeling from acting any further. She even goes so far as to sit on her slowly as her claws get involved in my workspace. "Now, with your tongue, point out where her clitoris is." I look to her with bewilderment to point to wherever my tongue had last touched. "Close, but a little further up north." The changeling is struggling to free herself from the dragoness that subdued her. Meanwhile, Smolder politely rubs her thumb at the top of her sex to indicate my next point of attack. "There you go. Now give that a flick or two."

I do as requested, watching as the changeling's hips jump from my instant of contact. "Mmmm!" She mewls loudly.

Smolder giggles as she watches me eagerly look to attack the newfound weakness gracefully given to me out of spite. "You see what she did there? Now you know where to go. Hit her at that same spot, give it a light suck."

Maneuvering herself to where she could speak, Ocellus pleads with the dragon subduing her. "Please don't teach him that!"

As I start to apply my focus to her most sensitive mound, I feel a hoof at the back of my head that comes from a foreign direction. I feel a body sink into my back as the familiar voice chimes in from behind me. "Ooh, look at that tongue go. I may want a turn with him next."

My tongue swirls around the changeling's weak point, but Smolder signals me to hold up for yet another hint. "Hey Spike, just for fun, slide your claws inside and slowly work them in and out. Do that while you keep doing what you're doing."

The changeling writhes under her captor. "Don't encourage him!" She screams.

While I don't typically endorse bullying of any kind, this is proving to be an outstanding exception, one I will be open to engaging in more frequently. Smolder climbed off of her, letting the changeling see the grin on my face as I tap deeply into her resource, urging for more. Judging from the tremor in her lips and legs, she seems partial to this form of bullying as well. "Uh oh, she's almost there."

The dragon gives me yet another hint to crack the once-oppressive changeling. "Now rub your thumb where you have your tongue now, and put your tongue where your claws are. Just swap places."

The changeling is rapidly approaching her climax, but is also reprimanding the dragoness for disclosing her secrets. "Fuck! Dammit Smolder, stop tell him how to get me off!"

I sink my tongue into her as though I penetrated her with my claws. I question the dragoness about my form. "Lih hihs? (Like this?)"

"Nope, you can still talk. You're a dragon, Spike. You know how long you can stretch your tongue." She places her claw at the back my head, shoving me deeply into her hips. Ocellus' hind legs nearly crush me as my tongue reaches deep inside of her. The changeling unleashes an ear-tickling scream as she makes a mess all over my face. The bottom of my jaw is coated white with her fluids, my tongue even more so as I pull out. Her back fully arches in on itself as I watch her seize for the moment.

She jolts a few more times as her hind legs release me. Her body starts to slump in between the staggered impulses. She recovers quickly, feeling a high as she quickly rises to profane the dragon that aided me in my work. "Smolder, fuck you!"

Blue congratulates me on a job well done. "Oh, she gave you a good one." She looks back to the other dragon and questions her. "You two did this before, you and her?"

"Let's just say that our knowledge of one another is mutual." She answers proudly, all while watching me recover from my dive.

Now that I'm retracting my tongue into my mouth, I finally acknowledge to myself the unusual taste of the changeling. "Never thought my tongue could do that."

"Spike, of all things you're aware of in the throws of our government, you mean to tell me you didn't take your own tongue into consideration?" Smolder ribs at me. "The literal smooth-talker of the kingdom and you somehow don't think to use that damn thing to talk in other ways?"

"I didn't exactly have the time to search for business partners." I reply before looking down to Ocellus as she recovered from my prior negotiation. "Well I guess with the way things turned out, I guess you could consider me searching for victims."

"Well you got another victim right next to you." The changeling points out.

"I offer myself as tribute." Ms. Blue shouts excitedly. She strolls by me quickly, only to get yanked back by Smolder.

"Sorry." She says with a snarky grin. "But you gotta be this tall to ride." She announces, measuring off the top of her horns as a means to show her height superiority over the mare.

She pushes me down to my seat, slowly walking towards me with her hips tilting and swaying with her approach. The dragoness wraps her claws around my snout as she plops herself down to my lap. Her posterior sinks to me, giving my endowment the easement of her well-cultivated crevice. Her tail coils around my neck while she maliciously grips at my snout, taunting me as she slid her posterior around my relative show of interest.

I still mind the idea that she's not too terribly aroused, she's probably playing with me more than anything right now. And if I go by extension, she's also toying with Ocellus and Ms. Blue by keeping me to her lonesome. "I bet you're really pent up right now, aren't you?"

How can I not be? Her body is warm from the water, her cheeks embrace me with each subtle sway and swing of her
thinning waist. The petite form of her stature is deceptive in what it really hides. She knows I'm itching to bend her down and take the plunge for my self-gratification. She removes her claws from around my snout, allowing me to answer her question. "You're annoying, you know that?"

"I aim to tease." She grins with a demonic countenance, completely on board with keeping me on edge. If I could pinpoint her intent, she's probably gauging how close she can take me before leaving me to deal with the unresolved consequence. Even as I look to wrap my claws around her waist, her tail bats them away so emphatically. "Don't even think about touching." She stands up, swatting the spear of her tail against the tip of my sex. "Like you even deserve to hold me down, pathetic."

She gives it another swat, leaving me throbbing and thrusting into the air. The antagonistic nature she continues to exhibit pushes me further to display my frustration. I'm on the verge of collapse and she's got me dancing in the palm of her claw like I'm a toy to be played with. Quite frankly, it's pissing me off in a way. "Hey, you gonna finish me off or are you going to keep treating me like shit?"

Smolder's cheeks arch further upwards. "Aw, what's the matter? Can't accept the fact that your little dragon cock ain't gonna plug me up real good? Meaning you can get Ocellus to shut up doesn't mean I'm just as easy." Willing to push the envelope even further, she lifts her tail and uses just the very tip of it to tickle at me like a feather. "Uh oh, don't tell me you're gonna cum from something like this." While I do my best to abstain, my body doesn't sell the lie as well as I would like it, a thin stream of precum ooze from within me to create a unbreaking thread that garners her attention. "Ha! You're so weak."

In most instances I would probably get up and walk away from this, citing how I wouldn't accept this kind of treatment from anyone. But in this one, there's some part of me that's beyond insulted at her antics, so much so that I'm willing to confront her on the matter. In fact...

I push back on her, causing her to fall into the pool next to the climaxing pair of lovers. As those two broke their limits with one another, they start to recover and turn their attention to how Smolder's pupils narrow for a moment. "Careful, Spike. This might turn into a rough wrestling match if you keep pushing me."

Ocellus shouts at me, cheering me on to bring the bratty dragoness down a few pegs. "Hey Spike, since she's telling me what makes me go off, let me tell you something about her. She likes rough play. So go and bite on her like you did me!"

I quirk my brow at the idea of digging my teeth into Smolder, then glance back towards my pending victim, who willingly offered herself as tribute in place of Ms. Blue. I lunge for her as she questions the changeling. "Wait, he seriously did that to you?" In the midst of her question, she's inattentive to my rapid approach, only noticing at the very last moment before I grab at her shoulders. I give her neck a firm but undamaging nibble. The dragoness' chest stops moving, her shoulders slouch, and her arms dangle down as her head raises in surprise of the blow she took. "Oh, here we go."

I let her go and triumphantly mock her temporary inaction, seeing how stunned she is. "Ha! So you do have a mute button─"

Her head drops, her eyes lock on to me with dilated slits for pupils. She flexes her claws and lunges for me with wings spread for flight. "MOVE!" She calls to the others, dashing past everyone else before flexing her claws against my neck. I'm thrown onto my back as she gives me a manic expression, her claws are pressing hard at my throat as her madness consumes her. "Go on, try to fight me off."

While everyone gathers with concern over what's happening, only Ocellus seems to be the non-dragon creature with an understanding of what's taking place. Meanwhile, Ms. Blue is concerned for what's taking place. "Uh, what's going on?"

"Oh, so here's a thing about dragons. Usually their species happens to be really rough and abrasive during mating. I guess the biting thing is a trigger that activates that drive in even the most passive of dragons." The changeling explains calmly.

She's strong, strong enough to keep me here if I don't assert myself pretty soon. And it's of no consequence that she returns the favor in biting me back. A numbing pulse renders my body mostly immobilized for a brief moment. She holds on to me while everything in my vision becomes just that much sharper. I regain the control of my muscles, but not over my instinct. I shove her over, wrestling her down as she claws viscously at my chest. "They're going at it pretty rough. You think we should stop them?" Even Gallus shows some concern.

"Nah, let them sort it out." Ocellus answers as I start to show an advantage over the dragoness. 0

I reach down, feeling for where I should aim for my entry. But she's not making it easy for me, squirming and writhing all the while. Her teeth are bared and her breath heated as she snarls to me. "You want me, Spike? You gotta find it."

She's using her tail to distract me, but I'm still focused. Her eyes still remain locked on me as I try to hold her thighs open with a leg planted between hers, she's pressing her claws into my chest. I roar at her, demanding that she'd surrender to me. But she roars back with sparks and ash threatening to eject themselves along with her feral growl. "Wow... he's really going at it." Silverstream comments.

"You know what the funny thing is?" Ocellus begins.

"What?" Gallus inquires.

"Spike's actually the most passive of all the dragons by a country mile."

"If he's the passive one, then what do you call this?" Ms. Blue questions.

"An activated passive." Ocellus answers.

In our physical bout, she's clawing and slashing at my chest, but I barely feel much of anything. Her swipes are dangerous to many, but they go unnoticed by me in this moment. But upon feeling a wetness against my sex, it's become apparent why her claws a landing a little closer to drawing blood. However, I sink myself inside of her after having gone through so much trouble. I grimace as the moistened entrance welcomes me much more openly than it's host. She snarls as I sink fully into her body, her claws no longer slash at my chest but rip down my back.

Her nails dig deeply into my shoulders, they hurt for a bit but I don't mind them too much. Each time I withdraw, they dig in deeper with the intent to coax me back inside. Her legs lock around mine, her tail curling tightly around mine with each thrust. I look down to her, seeing a most pleasant surprise.

She's smiling, not exactly with excitement but with pride instead. She knows what she did, she knew how to press me in a way that would get me to this point. And she's pressing her hips to mine with every withdrawal I make, trying to keep me in for as long as she wanted to have me. I go from finding her annoying, to her pissing me off, to suddenly being infatuated with those sapphire eyes of hers. She's not the one to make orgasmic faces or cute mewls, but her body demands more from me. And I look to oblige.

I start a rhythm, pressing inward and withdrawing from her. The dragoness' expressions soften a little more. She's pretty quiet still, but her claws do less digging and more holding my back down to press us together. She slows in breathing, patiently waiting for me to finally get enough.

Our display becomes the talk of the room. "Look at their tails. They're coiling around one another." Silverstream points out.

"Spike's really taking the role here. I'm surprised Smolder's letting him." Gallus adds.

"I'd never thought I'd see two dragons fucking in my lifetime, but here we are." Ms. Blue says as she's keeping herself warm for her turn.

Smolder leans her head into me, whispering quietly in my ear. "Go on... pop a clutch with me."

I start to feel the pressure building past the point of no return. I try to fight myself over it, pulling back out with the intent to finish elsewhere. "I need to─"

Her legs lock around me, namely my backside. She shushes me and deeply guides me back into her with her claws. "It's okay, big guy. Let it all out. I can take it." She holds me by my chin in a move of reassurance. "Don't hold back. Give me what I want."

The general kindness she exhibits in her smile, it's what I'd often see sometimes after seeing how excitable I was to be a dragon coming up in my younger age. Each time she did it, it was almost a marked measure of me passing a milestone in my walk of life. After my first molt, she greeted me with that smile. After my first time being an element bearer, even for how short the moment was, she welcomed me among the ranks with that same expression. But now here we were, I'm firmly bound by her body, my climax unavoidable, and she gives me that smile.

I hunch into her once more, pausing as I purge all that's within me. It's so powerful that I threaten to collapse onto her, she giggles as she breathily holds on to me. I look down seeing where our two bodies united, still in partial disbelief that this is happening right now. I give a few more thrusts, riding out my climax before all within my body weaken. I lay atop Smolder, panting with satisfaction while her tail continues to embrace mine.

I try to make a conscious effort to remove myself from off of her, but she holds me close with all of her self. "Yeah, you're not going anywhere, big guy. Chill out."

Gallus snickers as he gives the moment an unexpected applause. Silverstream coos sweetly over our display. "Wow, those two look romantic."

Ocellus rolls her eyes as she clops her hooves together in joining Gallus. "Finally, I thought they'd never do it."

Appearing satisfied in the performance, Ms. Blue commends me for my efforts. But her approach comes with an ulterior motive. She makes that very much apparent. "Um, I know it's a magical moment for the both of you. But can I get next on the dragon ride?"

Smolder scoffs as she releases me. "Sure thing... If you can get him out of me first."

While I myself am tired, I suppose it shouldn't be much of an issue to give it one more go. I pull myself up to withdraw, lifting my torso with my arms. I move to stand up, but notice that an unshakable weight has grasped me where I matter most in the situation. Each move I make away from Smolder, her body still joins with me. I even threaten to stand, but it becomes painful with her still clutching on to me. "Um... What's going on? I'm stuck."

The dragoness leans her head back as she victoriously wraps her legs around me. "Oh yeah, I guess Ember never told you about dragon females, especially when mating. And to keep it blunt, we dragons call the process of egg fertilization a 'clutch' for a good reason. When the female is ovulated in her heat, the eggs can get really hot and bothersome to deal with. So relief can only be achieved when the eggs in her body are cooled by dragon semen, which also fertilizes the eggs and causes them to grow. But when she reaches orgasm, her vaginal walls clutches down to her mate and ensures that all semen is directed to the eggs she's housing. And since he's fully engorged, it makes it harder for him to slip out." I look back down to where we joined and then to her grinning face worriedly. "Ninety-eight percent fertilization rate."

...Oh fuck. "So... we're stuck like this!? Like there's no possible way to pull out before this gets─"

"Nope, we're locked up like diamond dogs." She says before laughing at my sudden expression of panic. "Don't be so upset, big guy. You got your first dragon clutch. You might've got it in with Ocellus first, but you're now officially out of the dragon lust gauntlet. Though to warn you, I wouldn't go run and tell this to Ember." I try to pull out once more, but she yanks me in by my chin. "Hey you, this hurts me as much as it does you. So just let this one ride out till you get soft again."

While I am upset over the circumstance, I'm not the only one. "Soooo... raincheck on the dragon ride?"

Author's Note

Well, didn't expect Mardi Gras season to sneak up on me like it did, but it did. And the rehearsals have kept me busy. I've been so busy learning music that I couldn't separate myself to get back in the zone of writing for a while.

Thankfully, I did manage to work my way through it during the days I didn't have much to do. I know I said I'll look to release this chapter a week and some change out from the last one, but I forgot how much everyone wants to rehearse for all the balls and galas that come up, plus a number of recording sessions that pop up conveniently when I have bills to pay. I'm just happy to be back in the groove in that part of my life, I might actually get some time to do some original music like I used to do way back when, may even do a few themes and arrangements for the story based on the music I had in mind for the prequel to this story.

Oh yeah, btw, I sucked back then. But here's a link if you dare yourself to listen to my old stuff, cause lord knows I don't really listen to it much these days. I was working with highly limited VST's and stuff, and tried to make the best of what I had.

Now for real, I will see you guys sometime next Wednesday. The Mardi Gras rush is real and next week is the culmination of it all going into Ash Wednesday. I'll drop the chapter then. Until next time, take care and thanks for visiting.