The Pink Ledger

Despite the intensity of her time in Red Tape’s dungeon, Twilight emerged on the other side with renewed drive. She’d endured. She coped with a new kind of crisis in a way that she felt would have made her old mentor proud … though the thought of Princess Celestia being horn-locked, bridled and whipped made her need a moment to catch her breath.

Twilight and Winsome Wink moved on, and the next delegate met her arrival with a burst of glitter and some flashing, glowing, enchanted-glass signs. Pepper Pizzazz, the Los Pegasus delegate, was a flashy, boisterous earth pony showmare with a flair for performance, a winning smile, and a ribbed, gold-plated, strap-on dildo. She played peppy, energetic jazz on a phonograph during their congress, and the pumping of her toned hips kept the tempo perfectly.

After two mares it was back to males with Captain Gust, a gruff and serious Cloudsdale pegasus stallion who rutted Twilight on a low-hanging storm-cloud in a room painted with open-sky perspective murals, and jolted her hide with tiny, tickling, tingling lightning bolts throughout. He raised the cloud to the ceiling afterward to cool them off with a refreshing rainshower, and he saluted her when she left.

Once she’d dried off, Twilight came to a door that was solid metal instead of the usual wood. She frowned. “Who’s in here, Wink? And why do I smell smoke?”

“Here you can find Sizzle, the delegate from the Dragon Lands, Highness.”

Twilight froze. “A dragon …”

“Yes, Highness. There are delegates from every faction and nation on good terms with Equestria.”

“Yes, of course. Obviously the dragons wouldn’t have let others have an edge they didn’t, it’s not in their nature.” The door stayed unopened. “I half-expected there would be other creatures in the hall, it would be strange for them to scrounge up a pony to send …” She started pacing in front of the door, and spoke on. “But still, the idea of … congress … with a bunch of non-ponies, it’s so … I mean, I’ve never …” She swished her tail. “Don’t misunderstand, though! I grew up with a dragon, he’s like a little brother to me! Plus, I founded a school teaching interspecies friendship! It’d be hypocritical of me to have any misgivings. But still …” She paused and stared at the fireproof door. “Celestia really did this? With all of them?”

“Princess Celestia left no one out in her upkeep of the Pink Ledger, Highness,” Wink said with a nod. “And, if I may dare to speak on her behalf, she seemed quite satisfied with Sizzle’s efforts. Though I should add that she made sure to invoke Moonstone’s Magma Mitigation ahead of time.”

Twilight heaved a sigh. “Right. Okay, well, new experiences broaden a pony, right? And every… everycreature has sent their best lovers. So, I’ll keep an open mind. It’s only fair. Let’s get warded, hmm?” She lit up her horn. Soft, fuzzy, snowflake-like motes poured from the tip and rained down over her body, spreading a skintight aura of protection. Wink performed the spell as well. With both of them shielded against flames, Twilight gave the metal door a few deep thuds with magic and then entered.

She gasped.

The dragon delegate lounged on a wide, flat slab of stone in the middle of a magically sustained pool of lava that dominated the rock-floored room. He had broad shoulders, a meaty tail, sharp-angled wings, a lantern jaw … and scales and fins in shockingly familiar shades of pale purple and green.

“Sheesh, took ya long enough, pony!” Sizzle rolled onto his scaled belly and hoisted up into a sitting position with his clawed feet stirring the bubbling molten rock. He snorted out an annoyed puff of black smoke from his nostrils.

Twilight pushed down the memories stirred up by the dragon’s color scheme, and focused on the matter at hoof. Sizzle was actually employing dragon etiquette - asserting dominance, displaying aggression, and waiting for his counterpart to respond in kind. She squeezed her muzzle into a disapproving sneer, and stomped sparks off the stone floor with a gold-shod hoof.

“Shut up, reptile!” she barked. “You’re not here to talk!”

Sizzle raised his head-fins in surprise, but then flashed a fang-toothed grin and chuckled. He patted the slab and nodded Twilight over.

The Princess nodded back, and trotted up to the lava. She only paused for a moment before stepping down into the hellish soup. The spell shimmered blue-white for a moment, and then the volcanic pool felt as pleasant as a nice, hot bath. The stuff came up to her belly when she touched bottom. She waded to the slab and then climbed up to join Sizzle. Don’t think about how he looks. Just play the role. She flipped her mane and let out her best huffy whicker. “So, you’re really the best you clay-chewers had to offer? Oh, well. I guess you’ll have to do.”

A ripple of frustration swept over the dragon. But he also licked his chops. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t serve any snacks. Maybe I can fuck you on the front lawn instead, and you can get some GRAZING in!” He rose and stomped toward her, flexing his curved talons.

Twilight met him halfway, wings spread, tail swishing, ears pinned back. They locked eyes in a searing staredown, muzzles barely an inch apart. “The rest of them have all done fine so far. It’s gonna be really embarrassing when you turn out to be trash and mess up a six-hundred-year streak.”

“Big talk from a horsey who took a couple years to even find the guts to show up!”

Twilight scowled. “Savage!”

Sizzle scowled back. “Wimp!”

“LIMP-DICK LIZARD!”

“CHOKE ON ‘EM, NERD!”

They both lunged at once. Sizzle raised himself with his tail and used all four limbs to grip and lean and wrench, and then Twilight slammed down on her side on the rock bed. Sizzle tilted his head to clamp his jaws over her muzzle, and then his long, forked tongue shoved into her mouth to flick and push and coil around her own.

Up close, the beast had a pungent, masculine scent that overpowered even the acrid fumes of the lava. Twilight knew from her studies that dragon pheromones were very intense. But it was different inhaling the real thing.

His rough, powerful paws groped and squeezed her as they fiercely tongue-wrestled. Whenever his claws threatened to prick or scratch her hide, she made sure to respond with a metal-plated kick to his tough belly scutes. He kissed and caressed until Twilight’s mouth tasted like campfire smoke, and then came up with a gasp and kept up the motion until he tipped over to face the opposite way.

“Unwrap your presents, Prin-cess,” he said as he thrust his bulging sheath toward her face. Somehow he made the title sound like an insult. “Better see if they’re too big for you!” He snaked his head downward and dragged his tongue around Twilight’s teats in mild curiosity before pushing further back in search of his true quarry.

Twilight didn’t dignify the lazy jab with a retort. She just dropped her head, pressed her lips over the slit in his scutes, and started roughly, firmly licking. Once the flesh began to respond and spread, she shoved her tongue inside.

“OOF! H-Hey!” Sizzle yelped from between Twilight’s hind legs. “Don’t dig up quartz before it changes color!”

Twilight lifted her head. A string of drool briefly linked her grinning mouth and his glistening slit. “Aww, sorry! Am I being too rough with you?” She offered a mischievous chuckle and a coy wink of her eye.

Sizzle fumed - literally. Smoke wreathed his face as a low grow rumbled in the back of his throat. “Nah, it’s fine. It’s your castle. We’ll do it your way!” He brought an index-claw up to his muzzle, spit-coated it with his tongue, and then unceremoniously jammed it up Twilight’s ass.

Twilight jerked on her side, trying to buck with no ground under her hooves. She let out a high-pitched whinny through hard-clenched teeth as the dragon started pumping the invading finger in and out while returning to licking her pussy.

It took a long moment, but she managed to gather her wits. She forced a slow breath and then answered, as airily as she could: “Is that all you got?” Before he could answer, she went back to tongue-tormenting his sheath.

Both of them were past words for a time. They licked and sucked, nibbled and nuzzled, huffed and slurped and dared one another to be the first to call time-out. And by and by, Sizzle’s gifts to the ruling Princess presented themselves. Twilight had known what to expect, but just like the dragon’s potent, dizzying musk, the reality of a matched pair of tapered, curved, precum-oozing reptilian cocks in her face made her stop and stare.

Sizzle drew back from her crotch for a moment. “Heh. Wassa-matter, horsey? Speechless?” He swayed his hips to make his double member wiggle.

“Oh, ah,” Twilight gave her head a quick shake to clear it. “I was just waiting to see if they’d get any bigger.”

Sizzle gouged his talons into the stone and hurled himself up and around to loom over Twilight, smoking like a furnace. “Overgrown snack!”

Twilight rolled onto her belly and then raised her tail. She met his stare over her shoulder. “Ice-cold snow-gecko!”

“I oughta roast you, not fuck you!”

“Well pick one, already! Anything’s better than hearing you talk!”

Sizzle pounced. Iron-hard claws stung Twilight’s hide as he angled his hips, lined himself up, and then rammed both cocks into her spit-lubed holes.

Twilight spread her wings and shrieked in furious ecstasy. Despite the beast’s rough, armored hide, his members were slick and smooth as an eel’s skin, and his double-thrusts were entirely new for her. She huffed and gasped and pushed back against him until she caught her breath enough to keep goading him:

“C’mon, Fizzle! Is that the best you can do?”

He redoubled his efforts, filling the air with the rhythmic slap of scales on skin. “Grrr…! Flower-eating wimp!”

“Gravel-gargling blunt-tooth!” Twilight held tight to the anger and distaste, even as the literal and sexual heat of the moment built. It was vital. She had to keep things rude. Angry. Standoffish. She couldn’t like him.

Sizzle hammered Twilight’s ass and pussy until the alicorn was inches from the lava, and then he deliberately gave an even harder shove to make her forequarters drop off the edge.

Twilight got a faceful of liquid stone, briefly blind and deaf in a world of airless light and smothering mass, and then came up with an enraged cry. “Don’t stop now, you damp newt!”

With a fire-leaking snarl, Sizzle pushed again and dropped them both fully into the lava-bath. They thrashed and splashed and sent heavy, searing dollops splattering about as they both neared their limits.

So close. Almost there. Twilight just had to keep him angry, keep him rude. Keep him an opponent, so she wouldn’t think about her own sweet, kind, loving, supportive-

Sizzle flopped down between Twilight’s wings and gripped her peytral for leverage. He thrust in deep, right to the dual hilt, and then cried out in pure, non-confrontational pleasure as his cocks began to pulsate. Too lost in the moment to be a jerk about it.

And as Twilight felt two dragon-dicks begin to pump searing-hot loads inside her, as she felt strong, solid, scaly purple arms embracing her and smooth scutes pressing on her back, as she heard a happy, smoke-scented groan, her treacherous mind helplessly whirled to thoughts of-

“SPIKE!”

The shriek would have been terribly embarrassing, if only Twilight hadn’t been too busy cumming to focus on it.

Once the moment passed, Sizzle eased out and dismounted. Leaking droplets of dragon-seed hissed and vaporized as they fell into the lava. He dunked himself under the lava and then came up to heave a satisfied sigh. “So, did I rock your world, or what?”

“I’m definitely shaken,” Twilight said to herself under breath as what just transpired sank in like a boulder dissolving in a volcano. But when she glanced Sizzle’s way, she remembered to deliver the most casual “You were fine” she could muster as she climbed out of the lava, shook off a few lingering chunks of the stuff, and then headed for the door.

Sensing the tension of the moment, Wink silently followed, and waited until they were back in the grand hall to start cleaning the Princess off.

“Is something the matter, Highness?” Wink asked as she reared up to lick. Her warded tongue shimmered cool blue as it touched Twilight’s steaming, lava-dunked flesh.

Twilight hung her head. “I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

“If I may say, Highness, in all fairness, the Royal Advisor IS a very appealing young dragon.” She tongued the line of an oozing dollop to its source, and gulped.

Twilight frowned. “But he’s FAMILY! I could NEVER do that with him! It’s wrong! Sick!”

“And you didn’t, Highness. You did it with Sizzle.” She covered Twilight’s clit with her ivory lips and caved in her cheeks.

“Ooh, careful …” Twilight groaned. “And I know! I know that! But in my head …”

With the overflow managed, Wink tilted her head higher and once more gave an affectionate nuzzle to the Princess’s puffy, sore, freshly ravished pucker. “With all due respect, it was the Royal Princess Luna’s destiny to police others’ dreams, not mine, Highness. What we imagine and what we actually do are very different things.” Her eyelids fluttered as she pushed her tongue inside.

“I …” Twilight winced as Wink tended to her aching ass. “I guess you do have a point. But in future … a-ahh … let’s wait to chat until AFTER the cleanup is over, okay?”

Wink swished her tail. “Mmmm … Y’ff, Hhh-mff…”