4th Moon Tradition

by Septia

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Comedy, Dragons, Slice of Life, The Smooze
Length: 2206

Dragons Prank each other, including some vore, and a surprising slimy cameo.

(Kink information and guide available in the full description.)

This is your warning~.

During the dragon migration, a pair of old pranksters meet up. Though who will get the upper claw this year?

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(Spoilers)
(Character Quote: "You were no match for me this year~." Coin Marble )

(Quick guide:

Setting the scene.

After 1st: Old friends meeting up together, gift exchange.

After 2nd: Prank vore, oral vore, same size, female dragon pred, dragon prey, eating fizzy candy to torment prey, role reversal, internal slime vore, slime submersion. )

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“Yeah, they're they're best enjoyed ” Slate looked to and fro, tapping the ground impatiently. “With friends, yeah, they're best enjoyed with a friend.”
Coin Marble concealed her countenance. “Oh, well then, shall we partake before we part ways, then?” she said, reaching for the satchel.
Slate smiled, and looked back towards the ground, back toward the rock cliff he hid behind. And when he turned back, the dragon was met with a broad, gaping abyss of luscious peachy flesh and rosy tongue encircled by white fangs, and in the next moment, it enveloped his vision.

Continued in the story above.]

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Unwilling Soft-Vore 3rd-person Oral-Vore Same-Size Non-Fatal feral Male-Prey Female-Pred Mean-pred OC throat-bulge taunting teasing Humiliation My-Little-Pony Prank Slime-Vore Internal-Slime-vore Role-Reversal Smooze Dragon Expansion Slime-Inflation

Published 2024-11-01 23:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-01 23:00:00 UTC

4th Moon Tradition

4th Moon Tradition

Written by Septia

Deep in the dragonlands of Equestria, the majestic beasts dominated the sky while on their migrations. For a few days a year, the ground would be cloaked in the silhouettes of wings and tails. And sometimes, these migrating musters would cross paths. This day specifically, at veils ridge steppe, on the last day of the third month.

~ 1 ~

It was a day of draconic merriment – consisting primarily of casual banter and comparing hoards – where the different flight mustered and mingled. Reuniting with familiar faces made distant by the draconic migrations.

One dragon bore scales of onyx with a silver underbelly, slithering between bushels of reptiles with his eyes sharpened for anyone he might recognise, surveying.

“Slate?”

Slate Jet shuffled back at the familiar voice, surprise curled to joy at the sight of the pale chalk and bronze dragon, her corkscrew horns grown another rotation since last they met.

“Coin, knew I'd find you here somewhere,” the dragons approached each other, clacking their horns together. They caught up by the cliff’s edge, admiring the scenery and settlements on the horizons. Laughter peeled between them as the streaks of sunset began to wash the cliffs. Coin's chuckles grew more distant. Tapping her claws together, “won't be heading the same direction as you this year either, there is a lot to sort out with the others.”

Slate's expression twitched, “Eehe, I couldn't stand flying with you for days on end, we'd run out of stuff to talk about.”

“You shut up, would be a surprise change. It 's like I'm the only one you got to talk with,” Coin realised as she spoke that this wasn't the most apt tact to take.

“Hey, I got friends. Actually met someone real cool lately, though, ain't as much of a talker.”

“Have you tried… shutting up while next to them?” This time she didn't feel as bad. Though her comment did earn her a playful nibble along her neck.

“Well… Guess it is getting a bit late.”

“Suppose so. We call it a night?” Coin Marble asked, standing up.

“Oh, one sec,” Slate said and checked his pack, holding up and presenting a pouch.

“Oh, what's might this be?”

“A lil' gift, that's all, found these special gems while out travelling through Manehattan, and I wanted you to have 'em.”

“Oh, but, I have nothing for you?”

“That's fine, just enjoy 'em,” he said, pushing the bag over to her. She picked at the pursed tip.

“Ah, but, you know, better savour them tomorrow, good to have before flying off.”

Coin considered Slate, and nodded. “Fair enough, then, see you on the morrow.”

“My pleasure,” Slate said, slinking back from the cliff. Once outside of earshot, his mouth warped into a grin. Oooh boy… would it be a pleasure to see her face tomorrow…

~ 2 ~

Coin took another once-over along the steppe, still no Slate to be found. A bit unlike him, especially… considering the day… But, might be for the best, she hadn't had the time to ponder a good enough prank the last years. She looked over the pouch. And tucked them away in her satchel.

“W-wowh whoa whait,” Slate's voice came from behind a rock, crawling over it to shuffle up by Coin.

“Oh, Slate, why were- you hid-.”

“You aren't eating them?”

Coin peered to the satchel, “Oh, I was gonna savour them, share them with some family, you know? Like you suggested?”

“I did? I did. That's, wrong, yeah. It.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, they're… they're best enjoyed…” Slate looked to and fro, tapping the ground impatiently. “With… friends, yeah, they're best enjoyed with a friend.”

Coin Marble concealed her countenance. “Oh, well then, shall we partake before we part ways, then?” she said, reaching for the satchel.

Slate smiled, and looked back towards the ground, back toward the rock cliff he hid behind. And when he turned back, the dragon was met with a broad, gaping abyss of luscious peachy flesh and rosy tongue encircled by white fangs, and in the next moment, it enveloped his vision.

-Haaawwwmmf- -Aaahhffmmosh- Coin's molars traced along the scales of Slate Jet's back, her jaws cocked around Slate's knees with a -Phwlwlp- Pop that harmonized with the rhythmic shifts and moist -Chrrllpgs-ch- Squeals of the meal's frame winding down the superior prankster's gullet. Coin arched her head back, letting her gullet swell out beneath her with Slate's body engorged in the shape of a hammock. Her bronze underbelly jostling along her friend's struggles.

“Manner…” she mumbled out with her mouth full of Slate's kicking hind legs and flitting wings getting soaked in her saliva. Sure was a step up from whatever Slate was trying to give them, the sturdy granite scales carrying a complex taste of nepheline syenite and briny basalt. Sophisticated for such a scamp. She hawked her jaw up, -Chshrlrpah- wrapping her lips over Slate's heels, lips clutching together from their unhinged gape for her lips to purse around Slate's tail. -Ghbgllgosmph- The swallow shifted the payload down her neck, slimming her neck whilst the vaguely rotund dragon lumps siphonned into her gullet. -Slllpghthsap- -Dbbdbwngnsha-. Her abdomen spilled out with the introduction of the naughty jokester, a loaf of rising , bronze dough bulldozing the volcanic basalt beneath her. The weight held in her gullet siphoning straight to her personal treasure hoard~

“Mwaanng, dmmfwmg, aawm aah yeash,” she mumbled, smacking her lips in a display of theatrics as she suckled up the tail. -Shhflrlpt- The bulges down her neck sinking, deflating as Slate's blackened tip -Sllprhtp- flicked past Coin's lips, curling down the slope of her neck like a wily serpent. -Chrpbggs- The dragon coming to a rest in her stomach, shuffling onwards on all fours and rubbing the would-be prankster into the ground at the same time. “Aaaa-HHouarrrrhhlp-” she huffed out a cloud of chalky vapors in her belch, the soft scales contracting inwards around the dragon's contours in her low hanging belly. “Ooh, would you hold that thought,” she said and stretched back, “I got an itch I would like to scratch…~” she mused. -Chhhr- -Chshta- Slate gyrated her cheeks high in the air, pancaking her gut down against the rocky ground in kneading brushes and grinds.

“Mfmpgwh a gmpgshga,” could be heard form within her core as the fellow dragon tossed and tumbled about with the bounce and smushes of the tummy.

“Mmfs, Mmghh aah yeah that's it, right… there.” she said and slumped down, letting her weight pile on top of her catch as her gut gave out a -Chhrrllspchthht- from the compression of air and lizard. “Aaah yees, so, where were we? Oh, that's right~” Coin mused and plucked the purse, juggling it in one hand. “These 'Gems' were best eaten with friends, was it?” she asked with a jiggle of her tummy, met with only a grumble from the confines of her abdomen. “Then now would be the best time to enjoy them, wouldn't it? Have we ever really been closer than this, Slate?” she mused and let her tongue trail across the rim of her lips, prying open the purse and holding it aloft her gaping maw.

“Bottoms up~, better not be anything weird in these', I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable in there~” she snickered as the bag tipped, and its cargo of crystalline rocks hailed onto her tongue, slithering onwards down her throat with a few light -Gllphmp- -Oosmpgsh- swallows guiding their way. A line of menacing bumps dotting her neck as they arched down the bronze slide to Slate's indisposed Incarceration. As they bounced off her tongue she felt their texture, cracked; a surface rouse and rough with dents and pockmarks riddled throughout, almost melting on her tongue when they passed into the throat. “Ahh, wheal that's pechuular,” Coin said with her mouth feigned full, “These don't feel like gemstones at all, Slate~”

-Gbbrlglch- Slate heard the rumbles of the throat giving way, shifting back in the puddle of gradon enzymes and sleek drool filling Coin's gutbag, in fear of what came barrelling down… -Chhrbghhs- -Chrklpllsht- a crackle and sparkle wound in the tunnels above, until the hatch to the gut parted open and… -Chhrllpththbcpsh- -Clsptth- The porous rocks burst in haze of minerals and carbon dioxide; the foaming soda prickled against Slate's scales and ricocheting off the stomach lining to him again, the rocks popping with a granulated haze left in their wake. The salvo continued, and Slate's squirms set Coin's gut into a jostling turmoil.

Outside, Coin was clutching her mouth shut with her claws, feeling her gut launched into a mamba, beating her with burst surges of pops. It was giving her a cold sweat to feel the faux gems detonating in her stomach, but that only widened her grin at the thought of Slate within. “Fmmg smgah,” she huffed, the pressure ramping up, inflating her neck in a sprawling wave, her claws flying off her chest called forth a roaring -Bhuuurraaaahhhhooorrrlrlrlp- her limbs vibrating in the discharge of gas filled gut smog, a thick, white eclair chalky haze glimmering in a prismatic veil of twinkling sparkles, her neck bellowing with the rapturous exchange of tart and sharp vitrine air -Hhooruaaaahhhrrrlp- the belch ramping up as the dragon flapped her wings in the straining moment, -Whooahuuuur- -Uuaahlp- gradually slowing down, petering out in fainted puffs of miasma, leaving her huffing and quivering, sprawled out on the ground. Her gut was likewise limp and deflated with only the shudders through Slate's spine stirring.

“Mfpfhaa phaa paha-uuurhlp- hah… You were right, these really are, much, better enjoyed with friends.”

“Gotcha…”

“Hmm?” Coin mused, peering back at her gut, and the now taut outlines of Slate's frame.

-Chrrgrllpfshth- And with a sluggish churn the definition vanished into a smooth compact dome, rounding out her gut. “W-h… what? Slate? Are you okay-hpu Hoaafu…” she coughed. That decadent, acrid flavor on her lips again. -Shhsrrlslpgh- -Chhrrlsph- The churns bolstered throughout her stomach, filling up the space it just had moments ago, though now without gaps, just pure, undiluted mass… -Chrlrlpghagbsh- It expanded again, -Cbbrnrnwngs- Coin’s bronze underbelly rippling like a water filled drumskin in the expansion underneath her. “What’s the m-maapogh mapigh,” she hawked up something, jammed at the back of her throat… but it latched onto the roof of her mouth.

-Bbcllphths- The gut engorged, lifting her claws off of the ground and heaving her into the air on the bouncing underbelly. -Sllgpthulph- Slimy, churning slathering surging through her frame as it swelled uncontrollably. “Phaht-,” she spit out and, saw a globule of pure, green goo, her throat grumbling into a growl as she felt the mass building…

-Clslpghtzzgh- -Cpghgu- Soft sludge siphoned through the fabric of her tissue, sloughing through her veins to make her very essence feel defiled by its intrusion, -Slfplllft- -Grrglllshrgt- and soon the interspace between their scales stretched, and filled with a tangy, green gunk. Gloop billowing out through her skin and drooling down her sides like fistfuls of wax cradled down a candle. The slime seeped through her now, gut deflating as mire shuffled out through her skin, ears and she was hawking up mouthfuls of the goopy balm out her neck, kilos and kilos sloughing out her mouth, and gradually her stomach was deflating in turn. The ooze coalesced outside her, melting over the ground and building up in a cloak of its dense clots over the dragon. The hawking clogs of slime wrapping back over her neck, coagulating to a grimy cocoon that raised above her, taller, spreading, engorging and proliferating to widen and rustle to life. -Glslptchthc- The onslaught of cascading slime drooped in a wide open cavity, that formed into a smile in the lime green, simi-translucent sludge.

“MFhhath amsootoahc-.” Coin squealed in fury from within the prison of jelly, furrowing her gaze as Slate Jet soared down form an alcove on the mountain, laughter caught in his throat.

“Ooh boy, that is priceless, I got you, we got you so good~.” he stepped right up to the animate mass of goo. “Great job, Smooze~.”

“Gbhrlgbsa glah.” The Smooze responded in jolly glee and extended a tendril to meet Slate'e high five.

“We even got you to eat the gems, I didn't think you'd go for that.”

“Grlgmgmsap…”

“So, face it, I got the better of you this year,” Slate said with a raise of his eyebrows, then he raised them again, and again…

Coin Marble sighed in the sludge. “Ghyeha… hyeah yhwou whin…” she admitted.

“I already knew that.”

Slate had signed himself up for slap…

“So Smooze, think you can keep her there for a while, just so fun to watch her stew in rage.”

“Gbsghahga.”

“The whole day? Wow, hear that, Coin? You get free slime lodging of them the whole day, let’s go show the others, Smooze.”

“Grllblpbt~.”

Coin's eyelid twitched as she was hauled off with the oozing goo hazing along their dragon ‘compatriot . One slap would not be enough. The captured dragon left uncertain weather it would be Slate's face, or her palm, that would be aching the most once she got out of there…