Pond Dragon

by TheWraithWriter

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Non-consensual, Death, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish
Length: 2941

A Pony meets a Dragon at a pond. The pony is dumb and the dragon is hungry. You can imagine where this goes.

As the chill of Winter gives way to the warmth of Spring, a wandering dragon decides to take a swim in a nearby pond to wash off the dust of the road. She meets a young stallion there, and you can probably guess what happens next.

The dumb pony gets eaten by the dragon, of course.

Contains: Size Difference, Tongue Jobs/Oral, Oral Vore, Futa/M Vore (but no sex), and Implied Digestion

Wrote this as a fun little bit of self indulgence, hope others can get something out of it too. Ria the big mean dragon belongs to me. May the silly little pony belongs to my buddy Peebs.

Published 2022-06-23 15:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2022-06-23 15:30:02 UTC

O Dragon of the Pond, What is Your Wisdom?

Spring.

The call of birds and the hum of insects filled the air, accompanied by the rustle of freshly grown leaves. Warmth and green returned to the world as the last, chilly grasp of Winter was shaken off and life returned. The sun shone brilliantly, warming everything its rays touched.

Ria loved Spring and she basked in its return. Quite literally, in fact.

The dragon had been woken that morning, for the first time since she had left the last town, not curled into a protective ball against the cold. Naturally, she stripped herself bare and laid her form out on the grass, soaking in the sun’s heat.

Quite a sight she would have been for any passerby. She was massive, eight feet tall when standing properly and so broad shouldered there were more than a few doorways she needed to enter sideways. And though she was large, fat was not the word one would use to describe her. Years of being a wandering adventurer and mercenary, coupled with an exceptionally protein heavy diet, had shaped the red-scaled dragon into a beast of muscle and sinew. Not that she was bereft of feminine features. Her tits could put milk maids to shame, even if they appeared a bit smaller on her large frame, and her hips were wide and pleasing, to say nothing of her generous rump. Such assets made finding proper armor a pain, true, but Ria did not mind.

Of course, there was also her dick, the length of virility laying semi-hard against her belly. That itself made armor fittings difficult. Most fitting, actually.

Ria chuckled to herself at the thought and opened her eyes for the first time in many minutes. She blinked in the bright sunlight and then glanced around, reconfirming she was alone. She didn’t care if anyone saw her naked, but she did care if there was someone around she wasn’t aware of. Most creatures didn’t risk taking on a dragon, regardless of their state of dress, but there was always a chance.

Confident she was indeed still alone, Ria sighed and settled her head back down again. She shifted a bit on the ground feeling not just the grass, but also herself, the grime of a few days’ travel clinging to her body. She recalled that she had passed a river the previous day, but the lingering nip in the air had dissuaded her from taking a dip.

Since that was no longer a problem, Ria resolved to revisit the river. She rose from the ground and swiftly gathered up her things. She did not, however, redress. Still naked as a hatchling, she carried her gear over her shoulder as she retraced her steps to the river. Once she found it, she hid her belongings in a nearby tree and dipped into the stream.

The water was still a bit of a cold shock, especially after the warm Spring air, but Ria relished in it. It drove the last dregs of sleep and sluggishness from her mind, making her body tingle as she dove beneath the water’s surface. She could feel the current swirling around her, strong enough to sweep the dust and grime from her scales, but not strong enough to dictate her movements.

Still…

Ria relaxed, letting the current take her farther downstream. She relished the relative freedom being completely immersed in water gave her. It was, in some ways, not dissimilar from flight. Bound not to the ground, but free to move wherever you wanted. The river wasn’t deep enough for her to dive deep, indeed she would likely have her head above the water should she stand straight, but Ria could swim freely as long as she kept herself horizontal.

Breaching the surface every so often for air, Ria moved farther and farther down the river. She could still see the tree where her things were, but the walk back would take a few minutes at least. She didn’t mind that, letting the current carry her to where the river ended in a large pond.

The water was deeper here, and Ria was able to dive deeper, deep enough to place her feet on the bottom and ‘stand’, her head still well below the surface. Ria let out a content sigh, a burst of bubbles escaping her toothy maw. A moment later, she felt something glance off her head. She turned, seeing, in what light made it this deep, a pebble, tumbling slowly down to the muddy bed. Another followed suit not long after, and Ria craned her head back.

Though the surface of the water shifted and rippled, the glare of the sunlight further distorting and obscuring, Ria could see that someone had built a small dock over the pond. And she could see someone was sitting on the edge, tossing stones into the water. Smirking, Ria pushed off the pond bed and swam up to just below the surface, getting a better look at whoever had chosen to encroach on her tranquility.

It was a pony, a male by Ria’s eye, his coat a dark red that stood out against the blue sky, the green foliage, and the brown dock. He was shirtless, only a pair of patchwork pants keeping him modest, his bare feet hanging down towards the water, swinging idly as he tossed in yet more stones.

He looked rather young and weak to be out here all alone. Surely there were more people nearby, be they pony or otherwise. Still, Ria was curious. She moved beneath the dock, out of the young buck’s line of sight, and pushed her head just above the surface. She cocked her head and listened, hearing the pony humming to himself, along with the plop of stones hitting the water, but little else.

He seemed to be alone, in the immediate sense of the word. Perhaps he had wandered a bit too far from whatever group he was a part of. The why of it didn’t really concern Ria, only that she now found herself to be in the midst of an opportunity. She was several days removed from company of any kind, and a young and rather cute pony presented the opportunity for several kinds of quite pleasant company.

Deciding to try her luck, she ducked under the water again and moved back in front of the dock, watching the stallion carefully. When it appeared he had run out of pebbles to throw, she surfaced, grabbing onto the poles of the dock for support.

“Hi there.”

“Gah!”

The pony yelped in surprise, pitching backwards and flailing his limbs wildly as his back hit the dock. Ria chuckled softly to herself as she listened to the pony scrambling about above her. After a moment, a curious head poked over the edge of the dock.

“Wh-what are you?” the pony asked, trying and failing to suppress the tremble in his voice.

Ria just smiled, all lips, no teeth. “What am I? Are you telling me you’ve never seen a dragon before?”

The pony’s eyes widened a little and he leaned just a bit farther over the edge. “You’re a dragon?”

Ria nodded. “I am indeed, like my mother before me. Now, it's your turn.”

“Me?” He looked perplexed for a second. “Uh, I’m a pony.”

“A pony?” Ria said, acting like meeting a pony was just as interesting as meeting a dragon. “I’ve never met a pony before.”

He tilted his head. “Really?”

She nodded. “Uh-huh, only horses. Well… I think they were horses. Maybe some of them were ponies. How can you tell the difference?”

“Well…” he started to say, before trailing off and looking befuddled for a moment. “Uh, I don’t know.”

Ria laughed softly. “Ah well.”

He shifted himself, resuming his previous position of sitting with his legs dangling off the dock. They were only just out of reach. He didn’t seem concerned about that, however. He was staring at her, eyes big and curious. “So, uh, my name is May. What’s yours?”

“There are some who call me…” Ria paused for dramatic effect and then made a low, chittering sound at the back of her throat. “But, that has proven difficult for others to pronounce, so I often go by Ria.”

“Ria,” May repeated, nodding. “So, Ria, what are you doing in the pond?”

“Guarding sunken treasure,” Ria deadpanned, before laughing at May’s surprised face. “Ha, I jest! No, I am simply enjoying the waters on a warm spring day.” She smiled up at him, friendly as she could manage. “Would you care to join me? The water is a little cool, but quite refreshing.”

May bit his lip, eyes wandering over her. Though most of her body was below the pond’s surface, the water was clear and still aside from her movements. If he had any eyesight at all he could discern the shape of her body. Perhaps even see how her breasts were bare.

“Uh, I don’t know…” he said slowly, natural caution about not getting too close to a strange, giant lizard warring with lust. “I can’t swim all that well.”

Ria snorted softly. “Perhaps I could give you a lesson? I’m very good at swimming, you see.”

She gripped the support beams of the dock just a little tighter, still smiling, trying as best she could to entice the young buck into the water, but growing impatient. She couldn’t be sure if there were any people nearby, but if there were, it would behoove her to be as quiet as possible.

He chewed his lip, still indecisive.

“N-no, I really shouldn’t-”

Ria scoffed and flexed her strength, the old wood of the dock bending and breaking as she applied force to it. She kicked both of her back feet against the beam on her left as she shoved the beam on her right, breaking them both with relative ease. The wood creaked and cracked as it splintered apart, the first foot or so of the dock falling into the water as the support beams fell away. And May fell with them.

He got barely a yelp out before he hit the water, his momentum carrying him a good distance beneath the surface. Ria was on him in a moment, grabbing his smaller body and pulling him down deeper with her. She grabbed his arms and pinned them to his sides, holding him not unlike a sandwich as she brought him up to her mouth.

May’s eyes were open and he was treated to the sight of Ria’s mouth opening wide before she chomped down on him. Well, not entirely. He could feel the sharp points of her teeth on his back and chest, but she wasn’t biting into him. He was suddenly able to gasp in a breath of air as her mouth, which his head was currently in, emptied of water. He could hear her gulping it down, although it was too dark for him to see anything.

May winced as he felt her tongue slap against his face, licking him up and down, tasting him. Panic surged through him as he realized what exactly was happening. She was going to eat him. Not just that, but she was going to swallow him whole. He struggled, as best he could. His arms were pinned at his sides and his legs thrashed against nothing but water. He was helpless as she fed him deeper into her maw, his head sliding along her tongue until it crept over the back and was poised above her throat.

Ria moaned around her morsel, delighting in the taste of him, hardly noticing how he was struggling. She lathered his head and chest in saliva as she tasted him to the fullest, savoring him before the first swallow.

The gulp echoed around May’s head as he was pulled headfirst into her throat. The slick muscles around him gripped him tightly, squeezing him tighter than the dragon’s hands. He kept kicking and yelled a wordless shout, although with all the flesh pressed against his face, the noise was heavily muffled.

Ria shredded the patchwork pants her meal was wearing, tearing the remains off her meal and letting them float away. She proceeded in small swallows, feeding May inch by inch down her gullet. Some pond water would slip in every now and then past the seal of her lips, but she didn’t mind it, swallowing it along with the rest of him. His rather soft hips soon slid into her mouth, the touch of her lips and tongue exciting his cock in spite of his current predicament.

May stiffened, in both senses of the word, when he felt her tongue on his dick. He squirmed, arms now pinned by her throat rather than her hands, the sparks of pleasure coming off his groin at war with the discomfort of the rest of him. He expected her to keep eating him, but to his surprise she kept licking at his cock. Her tongue was slicker than oil, warm, and had a rather pleasant texture to it. In spite of the fact he was up to his waist in her gullet, in spite of the fact she was in the midst of eating him alive, May got into it. He kept squirming, but they were no longer futile attempts to get free. Instead he was humping against her tongue, rubbing his throbbing length against it or anything else he could. She was better than his hand had ever been.

Ria chuckled as she felt him get hard, felt him humping against her instead of struggling. Many people were rather easily swayed by her tongue once she was eating them. And she rather liked the taste. The pond water hadn’t completely washed away the familiar salty, musky taste of cock, much to Ria’s delight. And, of course, there was the occasional spurt of sweeter tasting pre. She kept licking, kept rubbing, soaking up the taste of him as he humped her tongue, wondering how long he would last.

Not too long, which wasn’t that surprising. Barely a minute passed between the first lick and May’s humping reaching a frenzied pace. He shouted down her gullet as his body locked up and his cock throbbed. He came. He came so hard it almost hurt. Big spurts of hot, gooey jizz sprayed across her tongue and his belly, painting them both white. His hips jerked every so often, of their own accord, mashing his hard, spurting length against her soft yet firm tongue. He emptied his balls into her mouth, felt like his soul too, until he was dry firing.

Ria chuckled and hummed, enjoying the taste of a young buck’s spooge. She lapped it up, cleaning his fur off with her tongue. She made tiny little gulps to get it down her throat, pulling him in an inch or two along with it. It made for rather good lubricant.

May was left breathless, although that might have in part had something to do with the relative lack of air. A shiver ran through him as he felt water and something he suspected was probably his jizz leaking down around him. After a few moments, he thought he would soon feel a hand on his leg, pulling him back up her gullet. Perhaps this was all just how dragons gave blowjobs.

Instead, he felt her tongue curling between his legs and giving him a firm shove down her throat. Ria swallowed faster now, big gulps as she sucked his legs down like noodles, eager to finish her meal. His thighs and calves got little in the way of attention from her tongue as they went by, his feet only getting a quick, teasing swipe before they followed the rest of him down her gullet.

Ria finally closed her mouth flly and gave one last swallow, hands, going to her middle as she felt the pony get deposited within. He was rather small, comparatively, so he didn’t make her belly bulge much. Still, she could feel him, feel him wiggle and squirm like an eel inside her.

May thrashed and shouted, pounding his fists on the fleshy walls of his prison. It was useless. The flesh around him was unyielding to his rather weak blows. And they grew weaker by the second. He was quickly running out of steam. Using up what little air he still had inside her. In no time at all, he collapsed against the walls of her gut, gasping like a fish out of water.

His eyes felt heavy and he could feel himself slipping away. A final thought ran through May’s head before he fell unconscious.

I thought dragons only ate girl virgins.

Ria licked her lips and patted her gut as she felt the pony go still inside her. A belch worked its way up her throat, coming out of her mouth in a big bubble of air that flew towards the surface of the pond. Ria wondered if the sound of her belch went with it, spooking anyone or thing that was nearby.

She quickly forgot about the thought as she swam away from the pond and back up the river that had brought her here, surfacing once she was well enough away for a much needed breath of air.

Behind her, the pond was quiet and still. The wrecked remains of the dock stood there, broken pieces of wood floating around it. In the center of the pond floated the shredded remains of a pair of patchwork pants, the only sign that May had ever been there.