Flurry and the Dragon

by Kiernan

Rating: mature
Tags: Violence, Slice of Life, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Flurry Heart, Fetish, Sex, Dragons, Non-consensual
Length: 11222

Flurry is kidnapped by a dragon while en route to Canterlot.

For decades, there has not been a single report of a dragon swooping down and kidnapping anypony. In fact, it's been centuries since they tried to capture a royal, ever since Luna managed to fight one off. These days, the road seems so safe.

So it's quite a surprise when, during a routine trip from the Crystal Empire to Canterlot, Flurry is grabbed by a dragon and taken back to his lair.

Published 2022-11-29 07:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-12-09 07:11:59 UTC

Chapter the First: Absconded

As the forest gave way to plains, Flurry sighed. This whole trip had been so slow and boring. If she'd taken the train like a normal pony, she'd have already arrived in Canterlot with time to spare, and there would be other ponies to interact with. She knew it was necessary to take a carriage this time, but why did that carriage have to be so slow and rickety?

She groaned out in frustration, and the guard pulling her called back. "Everything alright in there, Princess?"

"I'm fine," she groaned. "Just bored. This is boring. When can something exciting happen?"

"I'm sure something fun will happen soon," the guard assured her. "After all, you're on your way to Canterlot. There's plenty for you to do there. Shops, parties, and fundraisers are always available in some form or another. Plus, your great aunts are waiting for your arrival, so I'm sure they'll have something for you to do."

"Yeah, but there's nothing to do now. I didn't bring a book or someone to play Battleship with or anything!"

"That's not my call," sighed the guard. "If you're really that bored, I can lend you my manual of light armour repair?"

"No, that's fine," huffed Flurry.

A low rumble rang out across the plains, rippling the grass.

"What do you think that was?" asked the guard.

"Sounded like a dragon," said Flurry. "A big one."

The guard shrugged. "They're allowed to be here, now. I suppose it could be. He probably won't bother us, though. Their reputation is shaky with most Equestrians, already."

"Are you sure about that?" asked Flurry. "I know there hasn't been word of a dragon kidnapping a damsel such as myself in eons, but who's to say that's not about to change? He could swoop down on us at any second and carry me off to Celestia-knows-where. What would you do, then?"

"I have my trusty spear," assured the guard. "My name isn't Crimson Lance for nothing, you know. I'm a well-respected trainer of squad-level tactics in the use of most polearms."

"Most?" teased Flurry. "Not all?"

The guard blushed. "Swordstaffs and bardiches are my weaknesses."

Again, the dull roar resounded across the plains.

"It sounds like he's coming closer," noted Flurry. "If he offers me a ride, do you mind if I hop on his shoulders and ride him all the way to Canterlot? No offense, but this conversation's not the most exciting thing, and it's going to be hours before we reach our destination at this point."

The guard laughed. "I wouldn't, no. It's your mother that would throw a fit. If I told her that you'd been taken away by a dragon when she specifically told me to drive you there in this carriage, I'd never hear the end of it. I could say goodbye to my retirement fund, and my job that would give me something to retire from. I've never lost any charges yet, and I don't plan to change that today."

"What if I ordered it? I am a princess, after all."

"You don't sign my paychecks yet."

"True..."

The roar was much louder this time, ringing out right behind them. Flurry had just enough time to turn around and look up as a colossal dragon landed atop her carriage, ripped off the yoke, and took flight once more. The single guard that had been escorting her was left on the road with half of the wobbly carriage as the dragon flew off over the trees.

Flurry was pinned to the seat, held in place between the firm cushion and the fleshy scales of the dragon's claw. Spreading her wings made her feel like she was falling, rather than flying, as the wind rushing past her was at an unfamiliar angle.

She looked up at the dragon. Despite having front claws, his wings were in the style of a wyvern, with three little fingers extending from his wrist joint, and two long ones with webbing trailing behind. The webbing ran all the way down his tail, the tip of which flopped and swayed in the high winds. Other than his yellow underbelly, his scales were a deep, dark blue. His teeth jutted out of his mouth on both his upper and lower jaw, his eyes were sunken into his skull, and a single forward-facing horn jutted out between his big, floppy ears.

She didn't know where he was taking her, and with the aerodynamics of the ruined carriage, the wailing wind would drown out any question she could ask. She just had to hope that it was somewhere close.

It was a few minutes before the carriage touched the ground again. She didn't manage to see exactly where she was, as the swinging of the carriage around the time of her landing had been somewhat disorienting.

"Where are we?" she demanded.

"My lair," answered the dragon, grabbing her in his left front claw and tucking her under his wing. Before he closed it, she took note of the colour of the stone, and instantly knew that she was back in the Crystal Empire, up in the mountains. She wasn't sure where, exactly, but she could narrow it down to about two dozen possible mountains.
He kicked the carriage out of the cave and Flurry heard it crash and shatter below.

She could see vague shapes through the wing membrane. Most of what she could see were rocks of all colours and sizes, most notably stalactites and stalagmites. She was able to see that the light grew dimmer and dimmer until it was all black.

Soon, she was dropped to the ground on a pile of coins. The room was still dark, but after a few clicks and a loud boom, the pile she was dropped on lit up as the chandelier hanging over her and a few dozen wall sconces all caught fire at once, lighting the whole place up. She was lying atop more than just gold, but jewels, as well.

The dragon plodded over to her, curled around her, and pressed his nose against hers. "What do you think? Is it all you ever wanted?"

Flurry shook her head. "What is this?"

The dragon let out a laugh. "This is your new home. Welcome to my very own personal lair, Princess"

Chapter the Second: Fairest Maid

Flurry had scurried over to one of the corners of the cavern, sitting as far from the dragon as she could. She couldn't see the exit, wondering if the dragon's magic had rendered it invisible. He seemed to have only a passing interest in her, counting his coins by the candlelight and only pausing every so often to look up at her and smirk before returning. He was waiting for her to make a move.

"What do you want from me?" asked Flurry finally, after several minutes of silence.

The dragon smiled maliciously. "Much."

"That doesn't answer my question. Why did you bring me here?"

"Because this is where it will all happen."

Flurry scowled. "You're not being very cooperative."

"That is an accurate statement."

Flurry sighed. "What is it that you want? Money? Do you want my mom to pay you a ransom for my safe return?"

"That's a very tempting offer. I accept. She can gather up the coinage and send it here. Once it's been counted out, both you and the money can pack up and come with me."

"Who says I'm going with you?"

"Who says you have a choice?"

Flurry slumped down. "Fine. send your note, already."

The dragon shook his head. "No. I'll give her some time to miss you, first. A week, at least."

"A week?!" shouted Flurry. "You expect me to sit in here with you for a week?!"

"At least," nodded the dragon coolly. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Flurry folded her arms and turned away, pouting. "This is going to be even more boring than sitting in that rickety cart and having nothing to do. At least there, I could watch the countryside go by."

The dragon turned his head to Flurry, slinking forward until he was encroaching in her personal space. "Are you truly that bored?"

She scowled at him. "Do I look like I'm having fun?"

He shrugged. "You seem to have no trouble occupying your time with conversation."

"Yes, I'm bored," groaned Flurry, smacking his nose. "You don't have anything for me to do!"

A slow grin crept across the dragon's snout. "Well, then..." He turned and walked to the other side of the cavern and pulled out a chest. He opened it up and brought out a feather duster and a maid outfit. He tossed them to her hooves, letting them skate across the ground.

Flurry sneered at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

The dragon folded his front legs. "If you're that desperate for something to do, you can clean the place up. If you're exaggerating about how bored you really are, then you can sit and wait for the next week. That decision is yours to make."

Flurry picked up the maid outfit. "What makes you think this dress is even going to fit me?"

"I can see your body shape," answered the dragon. "I know your size, and I've even accounted for your wings. It will fit just fine. Unless you'd rather wear nothing at all?"

Flurry's stomach tightened. She was used to wearing little to nothing around ponies, but if this perverted dragon was suggesting that she clean his cave in the nude, there was no greater incentive to cover herself. She quickly slipped into the dress, finding that it fit her perfectly, even accommodating for her wings as promised. Best of all, there were panties under the skirt, so even if he did stick his nose up there, he wouldn't see anything.

"How's that," he smirked, chuckling at her. "Do you feel more comfortable now? Do you enjoy playing dress up?"

"No," answered Flurry. "I don't."

"Fine," shrugged the dragon. "Take it off, then. Nice and slow; I could use the entertainment."

Flurry's face went red. "I'm not stripping for you!"

"You say that, but it would certainly pass the time more than just sitting there and waiting for a whole week."

"No."

He shrugged again, and pushed a broom in front of her. "Well, set to work, then."

Flurry looked around. "You expect me to clean this whole place?"

"Why not?" he chuckled. "You're already dressed for it."

Flurry grunted in frustration and grabbed the broom. "Fine. You're lucky I'm so bored and grouchy!"

"Why would your mood have anything to do with it?"

"Because cleaning up is cathartic!!"

She started by sweeping up around her. To no one's great surprise, under the dirt that made up the bottom of the cavern was more dirt, and she was just pushing it around in circles, kicking dust into the air. All the while, the dragon just watched with a big smirk on his face, chuckling as she tried to clean the dirt from the dirt. It was a futile effort.

"My, my, my... You actually went and did it. You know there's nothing under here, right?"

Flurry threw the broom at him. "Why did you wait this long to tell me that?!"

"It's fun watching you do my dirty work for me."

Flurry scowled at him. "You're an arsehole!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes!"

"Let's see yours, then."

Flurry looked up at him. "What?"

"You say I'm an arsehole; show me." He pulled out a portrait of himself. "This is what I look like. If your arsehole looks the same, then I suppose I am."

"Fuck you."

"Is that what you want to do now? Or would you prefer to clean off the layer of dust from my coins and gems that you put there?"

She snarled at him as she snatched the feather duster from his claws. He'd scattered much of his hoard across the floor. There were no tables and only three chests. One of them had housed the clothing she was wearing, along with the equipment she was using. Who knew what else he had in there? She didn't know what was in the other two boxes, but one was marked with a clawed pair of gashes perpendicular to each other, right next to the lock. Could that mean he'd stolen it and couldn't open it?

At least his was something she could finish. She couldn't clean up all of the dirt, but she could clean the coins and gemstones. The latter, she could even break apart into its constituent pieces, separating the emeralds from the rubies and sapphires and tourmaline. It wasn't fun, but at least it was something to do.

Chapter the Third: Scales and Claws

It wasn't easy, but after a few hours, Flurry had managed to dust every single coin, sort out the gemstones, and even remove some of the dust from the boxes. The entire time, the dragon had been leering at her, licking his teeth every time she moved to a position where he could see her panties. She usually enjoyed teasing stallions, but it was different when they were wanting to be teased. It wasn't as much fun if they were into it.

"You dust very inefficiently," he chuckled as she turned around, finished. "You must have been ridiculously bored if you wanted to do it that way."

Flurry put her hooves on her hips. "And I suppose you have a better way of doing it?"

"Much," replied the dragon. "But you wouldn't be interested in seeing that."

"And who are you to say what I would and would not be interested in seeing?"

The dragon smirked again. "Close your eyes."

Flurry did so. A few seconds later, a rush of wind rushed through the room, kicking up all of the dust that she had taken the time to brush into neat little piles. It came in waves, as if he were flapping his wings.

When it settled down, she opened her eyes. The coins, while no longer neatly stacked, were free of dust, as were the gemstones. The dragon folded his wings and smirked at her. "See how fast and easy? There's not even any debris. Your method was inefficient."

Flurry shook her mane, and a cloud of dust settled at her hooves. It had been stuck in her mane and tail, and also coated her dress. "No debris, huh?"

The dragon shrugged. "First time for everything."

"These clothes are filthy."

"You can take them off, if you like. That's always been an option."

Flurry sighed and began slipping out of the dress.

"Still so inefficient," grunted the dragon. "Can't you do things any faster?"

To spite him, Flurry slowed down, peeling the fabric away from her skin as slowly as she could. The zipper on the back clicked down tooth by tooth, and the sleeves cascaded off her shoulders. Finally, her skirt slipped down her hips, swaying back and forth as her tail slipped through...

It was only now that she realized what had happened. "You dirty lech!" she called out, turning to face him. "I'm not stripping for you!"

"Why not?" he chuckled. "You're already mostly done. Just slide gently out of those cute little panties, and you'll be stripped down to just skin."

"No," scowled Flurry. "Those are staying on!"

"Suit yourself," shrugged the dragon. "Suit yourself in whatever clothes you brought with you."

Flurry cursed herself. She hadn't brought any clothing on this trip. It wasn't a fancy dress ball, just a casual visit. She was only going to be away for the weekend. Then again, if she had brought any clothing, it would have been in the carriage he'd chucked off the side of the mountain. Even a smart pantsuit in her luggage wouldn't be able to save her now.

Folding her legs, she sat down against the wall again, just scowling at him. It didn't seem to bother him, as he busied himself by scraping his claws against each other, cleaning and sharpening them.

It took all of five minutes for Flurry to realize once again how bored she was and let out a sigh of discontentment.

"This is going to be a long week if you keep losing interest," snorted the dragon. "Shall I find something else to occupy your time?"

"Not if you're just going to trick me again."

"No tricks this time. Full honesty."

"What's your full name, then?"

"It's what my parents call me when they're angry."

"That's not right..."

The dragon raised an eyebrow. "You've met my parents? You were there when I was growing up?"

"No."

"Then you have every reason to believe that what I said is true."

"That's not what I meant, though."

"Then you should say what you mean."

"I do! At least, I mean what I say. That's the same thing!"

"Not the same thing at all. You may as well be proclaiming that "all albatrosses are birds" is the same as "all birds are albatrosses." The bunny ran around the tree, the tree did not run around the bunny."

Flurry grunted in exasperation. "You're not telling me the whole truth!"

"I never said that I would. I merely implied that all words I spoke would be honest. That's why, in your courts, you are sworn to tell, and I quote, "the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." I have only selected the latter. It's more fun that way."

Flurry sighed and rubbed her face. "Fine. What did you want me to do?"

From the box that had supplied the maid outfit, the dragon pulled a scrub brush. It looked new, with blue nylon bristles. There was also a white one, also with nylon bristles. "The blue is for the harder, coarser layer," he said, holding them out to her. "It's a medium bristle. The white is soft for more sensitive areas."

"More sensitive areas of what?" Flurry asked, picking up one in either hoof.

The dragon dropped a bucket of soapy water next to his shoulders. "Of me."

Flurry's face clearly displayed her disapproval. "You want me to give you a bath?"

"I can give myself a bath, if you prefer. In the meantime, you can sit in the corner, making no noise and not moving. I'm sure waiting patiently is going to cure your boredom."

Flurry growled and dropped both brushes into the soapy water, then brought the blue one with her to scrub with. She climbed on his back, scrubbing first between his wings. He wasn't caked in grime, in fact he seemed to have taken a dip recently to clean himself of any detritus. Most of what she was removing was from the dust he'd kicked up with his wings. Rather than truly cleaning him, she was doing much more to massage him at a surface level. This was only confirmed by his mild purring in pleasure.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

He let out a laugh. "Would I really suggest this if I knew I was going to hate it? Keep scrubbing, I'm loving this!"

Chapter the Fourth: Scrubbing Toes

Flurry stuck to the blue brush at first, just going over all of the rough scales on his back. While she started with his wings, specifically his digits, she swiftly moved to his nose and worked her way down to the tip of his tail starting with his right side and then moving to his left. As she reached his left hip, she stopped.

"You're not going to wait until I'm finished to tell me you could just shed your skin and be done with it, right? That this was all for nothing?"

The dragon shook his head. "Dragons do not shed their skin. We don't molt. Certainly, we exfoliate, but we're not snakes, leaving big gobs of skin behind. Honestly, have you ever seen a shed dragon skin?"

"I've seen a gecko shed its skin," answered Flurry. "Start to finish. It ate the shedding. It's normal for them, why not for you?"

"That's gross."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"I literally just told you that dragons do not shed their skin. How could I possibly eat my own sheddings if I produce none?"

Flurry snorted. "Sounds like someone's a coward who's afraid to take a chance..."

"I'll tell you what I'll do," he sighed. "The next time I shed my skin, I'll eat the whole thing in front of you. Does that sound like something you want to watch?"

"Ew, no."

"Too bad."

Flurry resumed scrubbing, going down to the tip of his tail before switching brushes. With the white one, she again started with the wings, working on the softer membrane this time. By now, his scales were glistening brighter than his collection of jewels. His back was so clean that Flurry could see her own face reflected back at her.

"What is your name, by the way?" she asked.

"It's what my parents decided on as a form of identification."

"No, seriously. If you were mixed in with a bunch of other dragons, what noise should I make to call your attention?"

"Scream "Fuck me hard in the arse!" I guarantee, I'll turn to look at you."

"Yeah, so will everyone else!"

""The blue one, third from the right!""

"What if you're all identical clones?"

"Then we'd all have the same name."

Flurry pouted. "You're being difficult on purpose."

"That is accurate."

She sighed and kept scrubbing. When his wings were done, he rolled onto his back. She started with his neck, chest, and belly, then sat on his chest and started in on his front legs, paying special attention to his claws. They seemed almost prismatic. They looked black when uncleaned, but when polished and exposed to the candlelight, they shone beautifully in all colours of the rainbow.

When his front claws were done, she moved to the tip of his tail and worked her way up, stopping at his hips to work on his back claws and inner thighs. His claws were all very smooth and sharp, indicating that a lot of care and attention went into their maintenance.

"You have very lovely claws," she commented. "Why do they look so smooth?"

"Because they need to be," he answered. "Think of a chef. If his knives are filthy and cracked and don't have a clean edge, he's going to be making some terrible food. But if his knives are regularly sharpened, kept clean, and in good repair, he can chop vegetables all day long and they'll be beautiful. I don't want chipped, broken or dirty claws because they're useless. Claws need to be kept clean, sharp, and deft. Any blemishes will make it more difficult to properly apply them."

She nodded and turned around to do his other back leg, only to find that a massive pink and blue splotched rod had grown out of his cloaca. At the base was a large knot that had swollen up to keep it from going back in, almost the size of her hips. After the knot, it tapered down the remaining fifty centimetres, until the tip flared out. Rather than the usual flare, this one had little tentacular growths pointing outward in all directions, like a spiked ball, but softer.

"Seriously?" groaned Flurry.

"You're wearing nothing but panties and rubbing your flank against it. Did you truly expect me to have no reaction?"

"You're a pervert."

"You can ignore it for now. Or you can clean that, too. That's something fun, isn't it, Princess of Making Love?"

"That's my mother, jackass," grunted Flurry, scooting around the massive cock and scrubbing his groin. She tried to ignore it, but with every movement of his hips, it brushed up against her back, and the lower she went with the brush, the more aggressive he would be. By the time she reached his hip again, no less than three drops of precum had dripped onto her shoulders and run down her back.

"There," she groaned, tossing the brush away. "You're all cleaned up."

"Not quite," he smirked back. "All of your teasing has made another mess." He dropped a towel into the soap bucket and dropped it on her thigh. "That's not going away unless you take care of it, so unless you want to smell it all night, I suggest you milk it for all it's worth."

Flurry angrily grabbed the rag and began wiping down his cock. Since she was here, she opted to also run it around his cloacal vent. It was surprisingly clean already, but with how much he was dripping and how many crevices there were in his oddly-shaped tip, she had to be fairly quick, especially when it came to rinsing the rag and bringing it back, as more would always dribble down while she was away.

When it was mostly clean, his hips began to buck. She bounced around with the first few, but as she was about to fall off, she grabbed ahold of the closest thing to her: the shaft she was cleaning. With the next few bucks, she may as well have been jerking him off for how her grip was adjusted.

With one final thrust into her arms, his penis erupted a blast of sticky, hot dragon cum all over her face and chest. She had shouted out in the process, and with her mouth wide open, a heavy glob shot into her throat, and she couldn't breathe until she swallowed it all.

"That's quite a mess you've made," smirked the dragon, prompting Flurry to turn around and glare at him. "The erection's disappearing; you can clean all this up without fear of it suddenly being messier again."

Chapter the Fifth: Insomnia

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?"

Chapter the Sixth: You Missed a Spot

Flurry sat on the dragon's thigh, pouting as she chewed the hay. The entire time, the dragon had kept up his display, and over time, he had regained his erection. Flurry had turned her back to it, and as a result, it was resting on her wings. While she could drop it, if it were not supported, every movement it made would cause it to bob, and she would be smacked by it. As much as holding it in her wings was encouraging him to use it, at least she was able to keep it away from her food.

She did occasionally glance toward his cloacal vent. Being more accustomed to stallions, it was odd to not see the standard sheathing that usually accompanied them. Even more odd, she had noted a distinct lack of something she was used to.

"See something you like?" teased the dragon.

"Nope," answered Flurry. "Where are your testicles?"

"Right where they should be."

Flurry shook her head. "You have no balls."

"Balls? No. Testicles, yes."

"I can't see them; they're so small."

He chuckled a bit. "Well, I suppose I don't need to worry about impregnating you. You have no ovaries."

"What makes you say that?"

"I can't see them."

"That's because they're inside of me, arse!"

The dragon smirked and ran his claw along the flesh below his slit. "Here is where they are, just under these scales."

Flurry folded her front legs. "It's weird."

"No, what's weird is the way stallions carry theirs. Dangling down, just waiting to be smacked around or caught on a tree branch and ripped apart... Honestly, it would be safer to just have them tucked away. And to have their genitals on full display all the time; it's just so vulgar. A little filly going through her first heat, standing in line for cider behind a fully-grown stallion is for sure going to notice. So much classier to just tuck the whole package away."

"Yeah, right," snorted Flurry. "How can you judge the virility of your partner if you can't see their testicles?"

"It's not all about their storage capacity. Believe it or not, most dragonesses are more interested in a mate who can protect the eggs, more so than one who has the best chance of fertilizing them. There is more a problem with rivals smashing eggs than there is with producing offspring. Yes, it's all very brutal."

"And how many eggs have you smashed?"

The smirk drifted from his face to be replaced with disgust. "I am the sole survivor of a clutch of three. My siblings never made it to hatching."

A wave of dread washed over Flurry. To lose a sibling was likely harrowing. To lose two would be twice as striking, and to lose them before they hatched would be even worse. It was nothing but regrets for what might have been. "I'm sorry."

"You couldn't have known," he huffed, lowering himself. It was fun to poke at him when he was being an arse, but to kick him while he was down was not something Flurry could stomach. "It's not something I like to bring up."

The cave was silent for a few minutes. Neither of them moved, and neither of them said a word. They just sat there, their eyes on the ground, breathing and blinking.

It was Flurry that moved next, grabbing him by the shoulder and rolling him onto his back. "I'm not finished," she said, grabbing the white brush as she climbed on top of him. "You went and made yourself dirty. Now you have to be washed again." She began scrubbing away at the mud on his chest. It had dried down to just dirt now. Dirt and dried cum.

He laid back and let her keep scrubbing. It made him feel better to know that she was so gung-ho about this. He certainly wasn't going to stop her from scrubbing away the tension in the room. Perhaps it wasn't going to fix it, but it would at least make them feel better.

It soon became apparent that he was putting the thought out of his mind, as his erection, which had shrunk under the tension, was once again beginning to swell. As she was sitting on his chest with her tail bouncing in his face, he couldn't help it. The rotation of her gyrating hips was hypnotic, and could distract him from his problems.

It wasn't long before his nose pushed against her panties. By now, they were also dry. Holding her back legs still, he took a long, loud, obvious sniff of her crotch.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" scowled Flurry, turning around.

"You missed a spot yesterday," he answered, giving her a lick through the cotton. "You were so involved in cleaning everything else that you missed the most important part."

"What do you mean?" scoffed Flurry. "I cleaned every square centimetre. There isn't a scale on you that doesn't glitter!"

Grabbing Flurry's head, he pressed her nose against the tip of his penis. "If you think it's clean, give it a taste. If you're not sure, give it a sniff. If you can agree that it's filthy, then your time would be better spent scrubbing."

During his speech, Flurry had managed to suck in enough air through her nose to confirm her suspicion. Even though she had cleaned it, it spent the entire night inside of him. A film of sticky sweat rolling dander up into little soft globs was inevitable, in the same vein as wearing a thick sweater and finding lint in one's belly button. Only a thorough cleaning could keep away that stench for more than a few hours.

She pulled away, reaching for a rag. The blue bristles would cause a fair amount of pain, and while the white bristle brush would be fine, it was still a little too coarse. The rag was soft enough to be incapable of damaging him, and the wider surface area led to a faster cleaning.

She started with the tip, then worked her way down. The barbs were far softer than she expected, and going down only helped her to acquire a feel for the unique shape. It even had a few traits that were invisible, that she only found when she applied pressure to certain places. There was a solid structure beneath the skin, almost like cartilage.

Beneath the knot, she pushed his shaft aside to reach the root beneath. This was where the folds of skin that formed the interior of the slit sat when fully exposed, and they needed to be cleaned, too, or all of her washing would be undone in half an hour or so.

Chapter the Seventh: Deep Scrubbing

Just as Flurry was putting the finishing touches on her work, she felt her panties being pushed aside. She could feel the sharpness of his claws as they glided across her most sensitive skin. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Taking a peek at my prize," he smiled. "You didn't complain when I tasted you; why should you care if I see it? That seems more harmless, don't you think?"

"No! Licking me through the panties leaves things to the imagination. Actually seeing it means you know exactly what it looks like!"

The dragon chuckled. "Did you know that one of the most sensitive parts of the body is the tongue? Even the tiniest bumps and pits that you cannot see with your eyes are far more noticeable if you were to run your tongue over the area."

"Like I would ever believe that!"

"Have you ever had a wooden spoon in your mouth?"

That shut her up. A wooden spoon that looked to be smooth and well-made could still have some rough patches. All it took was a single splinter to know that what he said about the sensitivity of his tongue was correct.

"Anyway, you're all clean now," she huffed.

"Prove it," he answered back.

"Gladly. How?"

"The same way I told you earlier. If it's clean, you'll have no trouble pressing your tongue to it. After all, what's the harm? it's clean, right? If not... Well, you know where the rag is."

Given the two options, Flurry didn't know which option she disliked more. On one hoof, she could give in and lick his cock, but that would only encourage him to keep going. On the other hoof, she could opt to return to scrubbing and not have to taste him, especially with that conversation they had just had about the sensitivity of her tongue. She'd be able to feel every vein and artery, as well as the cartilaginous nubs. But by doing so, she would be almost admitting to doing a poor job of washing him, even though she hadn't.

In the end, it was her integrity that won out. She had washed him so completely that one could serve food on his scaly hide. She had done a good job, and she was not afraid to show him just how confident she was in her abilities. Grabbing ahold of him and leaning forward, she dragged her tongue from the base to the tip.

"See?" she jeered. "Cleaner than you've ever been."

"Very well done," he smirked. "Let's see how you compare."

"What are you ta-- Ahh!"

Flurry didn't need to finish her question, as the dragon had shoved his tongue up into her velvet folds, deeper than any stallion had ever tasted before. This was, no contest, the longest tongue that had ever been inside of her, from any angle. Not only was he deeper than any other stallion she had ever been with using only his tongue, but it was doubling back, adding even more girth, and far more noticeably, wrapping the tines of his forked tongue around her clitoris, lightly squeezing it.

Flurry was moaning like a whore. This dragon's tongue, doubled up as it was, was comparable to some of the smaller stallions she'd been with in the past. Not their tongues, but something far larger. His tongue was more than twice as long, and half as girthy.

Then he started moving. His tongue was covered in small bumps and ridges, and tiny, sticky barbs that made the entire interior far more sensitive.

Every movement sent huge waves of pleasure crashing over her, and for a moment, she forgot where she was and who she was with. The whole world disappeared for a moment, and the only things that existed were the tongue in her pussy and the cock in her hooves.

She began to lick at it again, and lightly suck what she could. She was drooling all over it, and it would not do to have such a magnificent cock marred by splotches of saliva. It truly was spectacular, even without a pair of big, hairy balls attached to it. In addition to the firm probes at the tip and the rather large knot, there was a lot to love about it.

Most notably, it was huge. The biggest of stallions could push their way up to her belly button with their full length. If she rearranged her guts, this thing could almost touch her lungs, barring those few that would always be in the way, such as the myometrium. But even more impressive was the girth. While it was longer than her foreleg by a decimetre or two, it was nearly three times as wide.

She dragged her tongue and lips up and down the shaft several times, but she was doing less of cleaning up her saliva and more spreading it around. She was drooling a lot more than she was able to swallow. Rather than continuing, she wrapped her lips around his tip.

Something that she hadn't expected was that when she pressed down on the tip of his urethra, the barbs surrounding the tip all folded up, almost hugging her face. It was like they had come up to kiss her, to caress her and encourage her to keep going, to try squeezing her tongue into his urethra.

Suddenly, Flurry realized where she was, who she was with, and what she was doing. This realization came with the removal of his tongue from inside of her.

She turned around and glared at him. "Why did you stop?!"

The dragon licked his lips. A lot of fluid had sprayed across his snout. Whether it had come from her vagina or his mouth, who could say, but he was licking it up. "I needed to take a breath. Why do you care? You've made it very clear that you didn't want this. You're only trying to pass the time while you wait for me to send the ransom letter." He gently placed his claws on either side of her labia and spread them with a soft squelch. "You don't really want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight, do you?"

For a moment, Flurry felt her stomach tense up significantly. This dragon, who had kidnapped her and was planning to hold her ransom, had just given her some of the best cunnilingus she'd ever had. And then he'd stopped. Why would he stop?

She knew why he stopped. One look at his smug, shit-eating grin told her exactly why. He wanted her to beg for it. He wanted her to crave him. To be unable to resist his cock. He wanted her to admit that she needed him more than he needed her. It was a power play.

Worst of all, her aching pussy told her that it was working.

Chapter the Eighth: Hot Blooded

The panties, having failed their purpose, sailed through the air. Flurry had stretched out the elastic between her hooves and let go, sending them flying until they draped over the dragon's horn, dangling just over top of his nose. She didn't need them anymore. What she needed was to lose herself in the sensation of being filled with this massive, pulsating dragon cock.

There was no better time for it. She was dripping all over the place, and he was covered in natural lubricant. She climbed up onto his knees, using them as a sort of platform to keep from slipping in more than she could handle. She wanted it all, but without proper stretching, she could easily tear something, and something told her that this dragon was not a doctor.

As soon as his tip pressed against the outside of her entrance, he closed his knees, lifting her up and away from it. "Tell me how much you want it," he ordered.

"You want it!" she yelled back, clearly frustrated at having it taken away from her. "Let's just do this already and be done with it!"

The dragon shook his head. "Ah, ah... You have to say the magic word, or the wand will not activate."

"Please!" She shouted.

"Please what?"

"Don't make me say it..."

"Say what? What is it you want me to do?"

Flurry tried to lower herself, but the dragon kept bringing her further up and away. He was waiting for her submission. He held almost all of the power, and he would not let her go until she gave him the rest.

"P-please, mister dragon..." She took a deep breath. "Ream me."

His knees swiftly but smoothly drifted apart, and within seconds, his entire tip was inside of her. The many tentacular barbs wriggled and writhed about inside of her, trying to claw their way in deeper. Flurry was speechless, her eyes and mouth wide open. Even though it was just the tip, and the narrowest and softest point along the entire shaft, it was still huge for her. She would have fallen over, except that the dragon was holding out his claws to keep her steady and upright.

He waited until her breathing returned to begin moving. Granted, he wasn't going to just let her slip down onto him all at once. It was not in his best interest to damage her; she would be unable to assist him, and he would have to work harder to keep her stable. She was most valuable if she was alive and healthy. His movements were thus confined at first to just a grind, moving her around in slow, wide circles, easing into her millimetre by millimetre.

Soon, the last barb disappeared inside of her. By now, her mouth and eyes has closed significantly. Her eyes were glazed over in comfort, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth in pure bliss. She was awash with pleasure, and could handle a bit more stretching.

Spreading his legs a bit more, he let her slip a bit further down his shaft. He knew she could take it, as she had every ability to push herself up, but all she did was yelp, whimper, and tighten around him. She was not trying to push away; if anything, she was trying to suck more of him in.

He began to push his hips up gently, then pull back down. It was mere centimtres and going slowly, but he was thrusting into her. With every push, he'd go a little deeper, and with every pull, she'd cry out. His barbs, despite being soft, were somewhat sharp on the tips. Not sharp enough to do any damage to her, most likely, as their purpose was mainly to scrape out anything left by other dragons. Perhaps it was a bit selfish, but a dragoness who didn't like her previous partner could just hop to one she did want and be far more likely to lay a more agreeable clutch.

Every single thrust was longer than the last until she was completely voluntarily bouncing from his knot to his tip, her still-growing breasts flopping and rolling in front of her. She was lost in this action, a huge smile plastered across her face as she moaned so loud she could likely be heard outside the cave, were anypony there to hear her.

As the pace began to pick up, he wrapped his claws around her and rolled over, pinning her to the ground. He once more began to pump his hips, slamming forward with powerful, deep thrusts that she was unable to pull her attention away from. "Yes!!" she screamed out, "Harder!!"

Those were the last words to leave her mouth, as in the next instant, his tongue not only snaked its way past her lips, but squeezed its way around her tongue and down her throat. So lost was she in the moment that the only thing that crossed her mind was "I need to suck on it." Having nothing else to occupy her mind other than the intense orgasm she was about to experience, she complied. It didn't at all bother her how close his teeth were to her neck. It was worth the risk to be this completely stuffed.

Pumping ever harder, ever faster, he was reaching his limits. With one final, powerful smack, a loud pop echoed off the walls of the cave, followed immediately by a roar. His tongue slipped from Flurry's mouth as sparks began to snap and arc between his teeth, culminating in electricity booming from his single horn into the walls.

His every shout was harmonized with one of Flurry's. With the pop, his knot had finally breached her, splitting her wider than she had ever been before. This only grew with every powerful jet of cum rushing through the bundle of flesh, spitting out directly into her womb. He may not have been lined up for such a shot or biologically compatible, but the intense pressure inside guaranteed that it could go nowhere else.

She could feel every wave. The systolic pressure with every spurt would push out a chain of cartilaginous nubs, pressing hard against her sensitive vaginal walls. Even though it was only a single orgasm, it was not at all comparable to any she had experienced before. Even an orgy that had seen her finish five times in a single night had nothing on this one collection of mind-shattering pleasure.

Chapter the Ninth: A Way Out

When Flurry awoke, she noticed a few things. First, could feel herself being penetrated from both ends. That meant a good night. But it wasn't all three holes, so it wasn't her best night. Next, she took note of her headache. It was a feeling she didn't wake up to frequently, but often enough that she recognized it. She had passed out, evidently.

This was where the familiarity of her situation ended, though. Through the darkness, she could see the form of the dragon's face in front of her own. His tongue was sticking out of his mouth, which explained why it was in hers. His claws rested gently against her hocks, and his wings were draped lightly over her back. She had to admit, he made for a very warm and comfortable blanket. Even his chest, scaly as it was, felt comfortable enough that, if she wanted to, she could go right back to sleep.

But that wasn't what needed to happen. Slowly and gently, she pulled her head up and away, trying not to move her shoulders too much. She was trying to slip his tongue out of her mouth without waking him up. She couldn't help but notice the feeling of his nubs dragging along her tongue, lips and cheeks. Every bump and ridge reminded her of how it felt in her pussy.

Speaking of, she had something stuck in there, too. She had to gently gyrate her hips to let him slip out without causing a sudden change in pressure. It was the same way he had entered her without splitting her open, just in the opposite direction. She was trying to remove the head of his cock, as that was all that remained outside of his vent. The tiny barbs made this process more difficult, not just because they wanted to grab her flesh, but because they sent ripples of her orgasm back up through her. She had to fight the urge to go back down and feel him inside of her again. As good as it was, she had to pull away now.

As soon as she was clear of his insertions, she slid down to the ground and looked around. To her surprise, she was in a different chamber than she had been all weekend. This one had a marked exit, with a ray of light just peeking around a bend in the path. Swiftly but silently, she moved toward it. She wanted to leave before he woke up, and she had to make sure she didn't expedite his awakening.

As soon as she found herself outside, however, she booked it down the mountain, leaping from the cliff and letting her wings carry her to the ground. Safely below the canopy of the trees where no one would see her, she began to inspect herself. She was absolutely covered head to tail in dragon cum, to no great surprise. Her pussy was puffy and gaped wide open to the degree that her tail, drenched and sticky as it was, could not hide it. She would have to hide coming into town or be seen in such a disgraceful state as this.

Luckily, it was late afternoon, and it wasn't particularly far to the Crystal Empire. She could be back at the palace by sunset if she hurried, but she opted to wait until after dark to leave the trees. At least then, if she was caught by somepony, the only ponies to see her like this were guards who wouldn't go spreading rumours about her.

She opted for a leisurely stroll through the denser sections of forest. While there were a few dangerous beasts here, they were only passively so. As long as she didn't step on a venomous snake, they were more inclined to slither away than to bite her. All she had to do was watch her step.

Night had fallen by the time she came within view of the city. Almost everypony had gone to bed, and those who hadn't were pretty easy to track. The glow of lanterns from atop the guard patrols would tell her if somepony was coming, and there were always plenty of alleyways to hide in. The low crime rates even meant that any suspicious activity was not assumed to be malicious in nature.

She made her way easily through town, quite sure that she hadn't been spotted. Now came the more difficult part. Being caught next to a dumpster was harmless, but trying to sneak into the Crystal Palace was another story. This was where the rulers lived, after all, and while they were not at the peak of royalty, they did command the entire satellite state. They couldn't very well govern the ponies if none of them were still there. And to make matters worse, it looked like the guards had stepped up security. It was almost as if a princess had gone missing recently.

This was less of a big deal to Flurry, though. More guards at the entrances didn't matter if she knew where some of the secret ones were. In fact, one came to her mind that would put her pretty close to her bedroom, which had a private shower. She could clean herself up before anypony saw her, and be able to explain everything later.

The gap in security was a laundry chute. In order to climb up the inside of it, an intruder would have to first reach it. This restricted access to members of the staff first and foremost, but Flurry knew the combination that allowed access. Then she would have to fly to the ceiling of the laundry room, which required a pegasus, then open the hatch with magic, which required a unicorn. Being an alicorn, she was uniquely qualified to make her way into the chute.

That said, it had been a few years since she'd had to sneak in this way. Her butt had filled out more, as had her tits. If she weren't covered in cum, she could have ended up stuck, and a maintenance crew would have to pull her out. "They might have to anyway," thought Flurry aloud. Her hooves and wings were also a bit slick, so maintaining a firm grip was not so simple.

Nevertheless, she made her way up to the fourth floor and peered out into the hallway. A guard was approaching, so she retreated and listened until his hoofsteps passed. When she was sure he was gone, she slid out and onto the floor. Her room was two doors down, and there were no guards. As long as she didn't make a sound she was in the clear.

As her bedroom door closed behind her, she released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She'd made it back in one piece without anypony knowing anything about what had happened. She could figure out the details later; if any reporters asked her right away, she could feign being in shock, and develop a more tasteful version of the events. For now, no one knew, and no one had seen her covered in dragon cum.

"Welcome home."

The lamp at the far end of the room clicked on, revealing Princess Cadance sitting in Flurry's armchair, her hooves tented in front of her mouth.

Flurry's face turned beet red from embarrassment. "H-hi, mom..."

Chapter the Tenth: The Unexpected

When Flurry stepped out of the shower, Cadance was still sitting in her armchair, though it had moved closer to the bed. "Will you just go?" groaned Flurry. "I told you I would tell you the details in the morning."

"You also said your boyfriend was likely to show up in the morning," answered Cadance. "I have to call off the guards, or he'll be arrested, and I refuse to do that until you tell me the full story."

"Can't you just let him in? He's not going to hurt anypony."

Cadance pulled out a dossier and tossed it at Flurry's hooves. She flipped it open and saw what was inside. A picture of the guard that had been escorting her to Canterlot and an x-ray image of a minor wrist fracture. "Someone has to pay for his medical treatment. He does have health insurance, of course, but keeping him quiet was much more difficult."

"Seriously?" Flurry raised her eyebrow. "I could have done that with a bit of feminine charm."

"Your tits can't solve all of your problems, Flurry."

"Ha! Yes they can!"

Cadance folded her front legs and smirked. "Then why are you failing chemistry?"

Flurry lowered her head. "Tits don't work on gay stallions..."

"Which is exactly why I taught you how to crossdress. It's important to have all manner of skills for all manner of situations. Now, tell me the whole story."

Flurry groaned and flopped down onto the bed, tossing her towel aside. "Fine. Where do you want me to begin?"

Cadance leaned back. "Let's start with whose idea it was."

"Mine. This one was all me. The kidnapping, the cave, keeping you in the dark, it was all on me."

"Now, why wouldn't you tell me that your pre-law teacher's aide was taking you to his place for sex? You know I wouldn't stop you."

"I tried! But you were always with daddy, and he would have insisted on having a talk with him."

"He's going to insist on having a talk with him, anyway."

"Yeah, I know, but he's a timid dragon, and daddy's the royal consort. If they met, he'd be too scared to take me anywhere."

"Oh, I could have handled your father... You would have had to tell me, though."

"You were always together! I couldn't tell you without telling him!"

Cadance shrugged. "Fair enough... So where'd you go?"

"We rented a cave," continued Flurry. "Well, I rented a cave. He has to be capable of affording his own tuition. But he did bring his own first aid kit, which he told me he restocked."

"And you believed him?"

"No, I took a moment while cleaning to peek inside the box I thought it would be in. Plenty of bandages, and my spare birth control pills. He even had a bottle of burn ointment in case of accidents. He was very afraid that I would end up hurt. That's how I knew I wouldn't be."

"And what if he had? I'm not saying he would, but I'm told he was big. If he should step in something slippery, he would come down on top of you."

"Then I would scream "Tarantula!" Fuck's sake, mom, don't you know what the purpose of a safe word is? Worst case scenario, he could fly me back here and call a doctor. But then he'd have to meet daddy, and he's afraid to suffer his wrath, so he's of course going to be extra careful."

Cadance leaned back. "So you spent the whole weekend in the cave with him?"

"That was the whole point, mother, yes."

Cadance shook her head. "I know the point was to go into the cave and live out your hostage fantasy, but what I mean is, did you at any point go outside where somepony could see you?"

"Yeah, at the end. I couldn't very well show up to school tomorrow the way I was. I needed a shower, and that cave was not built with one."

"Were you seen by anypony?"

"Yeah," Flurry scowled. "My mother."

"You know what I mean..."

"No, mother, I was not spotted on my way back. At best, somepony will have discovered my hoofprints by now. At worst, we need to have the laundry chute cleaned again."

Cadance sighed and took a deep breath. "Did you have fun?"

"I did, yes. Very enjoyable." She propped herself up on her elbows. "Why do you ask? Am I grounded?"

Cadance shook her head. "That wouldn't do any good. You snuck out to put yourself in this scenario, who's to say you won't just sneak out again? You've satisfied my parental sense of safety, so..." She clapped her hooves together and leaned forward, a big grin on her face. It was the same smirk she always wore when she was about to say something embarrassing. "How was he in bed?"

"MOM!!"

Cadance shrugged. "I've never been with a dragon, nevermind one that size. I want to hear everything, sweetie. What were his testicles like?"

Flurry grabbed a pillow and wrapped it around her face, screaming into it. "You're such a perv!" she shouted, tossing the pillow at her mother.

"No, seriously, I can't recall what a dragon's testes look like."

"I'm not telling you about my boyfriend's junk, mom!"

"Fine," chuckled Cadance. "I'll just have to see them for myself when he joins us for dinner on Wednesday. I wonder if my strap-on is still in the royal playroom?"

"NO!!"

"Then tell me," smirked Cadance.

Flurry knew very well that her mother was capable and willing to steal her boyfriend. She'd done it before, and would again, given the chance. "Fine. They're not visible. He keeps them tucked away inside of his body."

"Like a cloaca?"

"Yes, mother, he has a cloaca."

"So no cock, then?"

Flurry reached up and pulled her legs apart. While the cum was all cleaned up, the skin was still stretched, and there was a small amount of remaining gape. "No, he has one of those. Like an ostrich. But bigger. And scalier."

"How big?"

Flurry gestured with her hands. "This long, and this big around." Her indications were smaller than how large it really was, but she didn't want her mother to worry. This effort was to no avail.

"How did you take that?!"

Flurry reached under her bed and pulled out a large toy. "I had to practise a lot, and also determination. Plus, we went really slowly at first."

"Doesn't that remove some of the fun?"

"We went down on each other, too. Plus, the tip was covered in little tentacles."

Cadance's jaw dropped. "Okay, I have to see this one for myself."

"We'll see how he feels on Wednesday, mother. He has to consent to it. Can I go to bed now? I have a five-thousand-word essay that I have to write over the weekend that I haven't even started on, and I'd like to wake up early enough to write half of it and figure out what I'm going to do to my teacher to convince him that he should give me full marks."

Cadance leaned forward and kissed her daughter's forehead, tossing a comforter over her. "Pleasant dreams, dear." As Flurry curled up and drifted off to sleep, Cadance stopped at the door and looked back. "I'll wake you up early for another shower; you still taste like cum."