Flurry and the Dragon

Being royalty, Flurry was accustomed to sleeping atop a comfortable mattress in a very large bed that gave her plenty of room to shift in the middle of the night without driving her shin into a bedpost and waking up suddenly to a freshly-forming bruise. While her new bed was no less warm, the level of comfort she felt as she tried to go to sleep was severely diminished. She was stuck to the ground underneath a coiled-up claw, wet and sticky. Fresh mud covered her back as the dragon semen dripped from her body into the dirt below, and tough scales pressed her arms and legs down.

All of this, she could have possibly ignored and went to sleep. It was awful, but she could at least convince herself that it could be worse. She could close her eyes and pretend she was at the spa, and for some reason wearing a weighted blanket. All of that was stopped by the loud snoring. Any amount of trying to imagine herself in a better location was halted with the dull roar of the dragon's rapidly flapping lips.

She tried to push his thumb up and off of her. There was still enough light from the few candles that remained lit that she could possibly be able to find her way out of the dragon's den. She managed to push it aside and moved on to the index claw. This was imperative, as this one in particular was pinning her wing. She could rip her panties and still be able to go back home, but losing feathers was a completely different story.

As soon as it was free, she began to slide out. The mud was slick, as was the goo she was covered in. She was able to pull herself most of the way out of the grip of the dragon. Her front legs came first, then her wings, then her back legs. When only her tail was left, though, the dragon rolled over and grabbed her, pulling her close to his chest. Now, rather than being caught between his claw and the ground, she was pinned between his claw and his breast. She was no less dirty, sticky or covered in cum, but at least she was warmer.

His grip had tightened, so there was less of a chance of her pulling away from him now. Even if she did, the likelihood of waking him was higher because she would have to be more aggressive. On the positive side, he had stopped snoring. Perhaps now she could find rest.

She was ripped away from her blanket fort tea party by a loud thud reverberating off of the cave walls and the shaking of the ground. Apparently, the dragon had left while she was still asleep and come back with a large bale of hay. His cocky smirk told her that he was enjoying this greatly.

"Pleased with ourself, are we?" she groaned, picking herself up off the ground. She hadn't even noticed being lowered to the cave floor.

"Quite pleased. Sleep well?"

"No."

The dragon chuckled. "You make a poor liar. Should you really be in politics, Princess?"

"As long as I don't lie to my subjects. Why did you wake me up?"

He placed his claw on the bale of hay. "It's breakfast time, of course."

Flurry glanced at the bale and scowled at the dragon. "Just hay? That's it?"

"Oh, my sincerest apologies, Princess of Making Love," he bowed. "I have forgotten to serve your goose liver pâté and caviar on the polished silver."

"You can't serve caviar on silver; You'd ruin the flavour. And pâté is useless without something to serve it on. And to top it all off, I'm a vegetarian, so I can't eat either of those dishes."

"Well, I guess that hay was a good option, then, huh?"

"I'm just saying, you could have bought some beans, or something. Baked beans make for a decent breakfast item. Especially if you have toast or a biscuit or something to mop up the extra sauce."

"Picky, picky, picky..." he sighed. "Look, you can eat this, or you can wither away. Which sounds better to you?"

Flurry groaned and grabbed a hoofful of hay, lightly munching on it. This was fine for a little while, but it would need to change before long, or she'd suffer the dietary consequences. A pony could not live on hay alone, but if she was going to be sticking around, she would need to find some way of bringing in other food items. That was assuming that she didn't find a way out by then...

The dragon coiled around her and reached into his pile of gemstones, pulling out a hefty emerald. He held it firmly between two claws and licked it slowly, showing off the tiny barbs on his tongue. There was a tiny little nub at one end of the stone, which he made a point of pressing against at the split where his tongue forked. He even wrapped his entire tongue around the stone to show how effective he was at using it.

The entire time Flurry was watching this, she wondered what the purpose of this display was. She certainly could guess what he was trying to convey, but why? Why would he show that? If he was trying to display his capabilities in the art of sex, he had already made it clear that he did not need her consent to douse her in semen. If he wanted to eat her out, there was little she could do to stop him.

"What are you doing?"

He slowly stopped and turned to face her, pressing his nose against hers. He just held there for a bit, staring into her eyes. "I was enjoying my breakfast." He paused, then flicked his tongue against her neck. "Would you like to skip the meal and skip ahead to the day's scheduled events? I can just chew and swallow without needing to enjoy the taste. Would you like me to taste something else, perhaps?"

Pressing the knuckle of his claw against her chest, he pushed her to her back and lowered her chin between her legs. She tried to scurry backward, but she ended up right back in his crotch. "W-wait!" she squeaked.

"Good," he smiled, pulling back and returning to licking his gemstone. "I'd like to wait, as well. Full stomach, you know?"