Control Freaks

The warm air gleaned across her stomach and twirled into the vacuum the mare was leaving in her wake. Her fire-red tail whipped viciously behind her, the tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she dove straight down through the clouds towards the ground. She could feel the pressure growing inside her once more and deep down she knew that her normal routine would not be enough to satisfy her this time. She needed something special, something that would top all the other thrills.

Spitfire continued traversing the mountainous landscape with her eyes peeled for any movement down below. Her heart raced knowing the danger of the territory she was entering. If she had any hope of surviving she would have to spot it and approach it before it noticed her. The sky was cold and calm as her orange eyes searched tirelessly like a hawk’s, but still there was no sign of movement. It was hard to believe that something so large had adapted itself for near perfect camouflage in the surrounding canyons.

The pegasus was just happy she had decided to wear her competition Wonderbolts jumpsuit today. The blue of the spandex that hugged her body so intimately concealed her stature seamlessly with the open sky so that anything that was looking up would only notice the faint red and orange blur of her mane and tail.

Finally she caught a glimpse of hope in the distance - the overarching craggy formation that bore into the hillside.

Spitfire landed with a powerful thud despite her best efforts to remain silent. The dust was still settling when the pegasus drew a short breath at the site before her. The cave was immense, more of a cavern really, that stretched into the depths of the earth until fading to black far beyond the range of her vision. The entrance had to have been more than fifty ponies tall and twice as wide. Broad spear-like stalactites hung from the ceiling resembling a ghastly maw ready to swallow the little mare whole.

A monumental home for a monumental beast.

The earth rattled beneath her hooves from whatever stirred inside the unyielding darkness just past her vision, a faint glimmer here and there betraying its movements. Her presence had obviously disturbed its slumber. An armor plated neck covered in spines reeled up through the black, the head it was attached to sneering down at the little pegasus. Deafening thuds battered the landscape, threatening to topple the entrance of the cave, as the monster quickly covered the distance between them. It paid no attention to the multitude of stalactites which broke from the ceiling only to shatter uselessly against its plated flesh.

A behemoth before her, its growl shook the very ground beneath her hooves. The air whistled past her with every hurricane-like breath it took as the green halos in its eyes focused onto her figure. It could sense her fear. She was helpless – and yet she knew that she was in complete control.

The beast was still intimidating despite her relief in knowing that it would not harm her just yet. Dragons were notorious for playing with their food far longer than they should. Although many of them were able to sustain themselves on gems alone, many did not have such luxuries and took pride in their carnivorous instincts.

The intensity of the dragon’s predatory stare made it obvious that it wasn’t looking for a conversation either.

Spitfire winced at the adrenaline-crazed stupor that had brought her here. She truly had to be insane to attempt this.

“You don’t look so tough!” She bellowed at the top of her lungs, not sure if her meager voice could carry far enough for the behemoth to hear her.

The rumbling that vibrated her very bones removed any doubt that it had heard her.

“Well?” She challenged. “Are you just going to let me get away?”

The dragon’s sudden annoyed roar threw her off balance and battered her eardrums until she was nearly at the point of passing out, the wave of sound staggering her so much that it was actually painful just to move. Spitfire managed to glance up just as the air above her head rushed towards the beast. Her vision was almost entirely obscured by the wild flapping of her mane in front of her face, but she knew what was coming next.

The first heated gust of air raspily enveloped her in its midsts, its sulfuric odor suffocating her. A split second later she felt the brunt of the attack consume her entire body in flames.

This is what she had been waiting for.

The pegasus’s gift finally revealed itself as the dragon’s fire erupted around her into a torrential inferno, spinning and dancing in Equestria’s most dangerous ballet. Spitfire focused all of her efforts into maintaining control over the unstable element while keeping a healthy amount of attention on the beast that was still breathing it.

There was something very special about dragon fire. It certainly wasn’t the same as the wood-burning fireplace Spitfire had back at the Wonderbolt’s academy. This fire ignited the air and drew ever closer to her, tempting her with promises of forbidden pleasure if she gave in. It had a mind of its own. Every other flame she had encountered couldn’t care less for her existence, humoring her obsession just long enough for it to finally be extinguished.

Spitfire looked around her again at the unbridled lover ready to unleash itself on her delicate form. She gasped as she let it in closer, urging it to feel her.

The flames licked up and down her legs as if caressing her. She could feel the tantalizing heat rising and stroking her most intimate regions, adding to her own simmering arousal. It was unbearable how it teased her. The crackling warmth breathed across her flesh in waves of harsh whispers that threatened to take her at any moment. The sound of sizzling vapors hissed beneath her with the onset of her growing arousal.

“Yes…” She shuddered under the trance-like ecstasy that had consumed her.

The dragon stopped its assault to peer down curiously at the strange pegasus that was enjoying playing with the fire.

“Yes…” Spitfire moaned again spreading her legs. The wavering ends of the flames that scaled her legs crackled and popped just before the entrance to her hips, causing the mare to spread her legs wider and force herself down instinctively.

The heat washed over her flank instantly like hands slapping her toned ass cheeks, her puckered hole tightening reflexively. The tendrils of fire that licked at her rear entrance reminded her of fingers snapping just a hair’s width away and for some reason this excited her to no bound. Her muscles clenched and loosened with each attempted invasion of her neglected behind while at the same time the waves of heat below her were tickling the length of her vagina, paying extra attention to the little nub at the top.

The helpless mare was lost in a sea of pleasure from all sides when suddenly she felt some particularly hot sensations prodding at her nether regions. Uncertain of what was about to happen, she tightly clenched all of her orifices to keep the superheated ethereal fire out of her. The heat was almost physical as it pushed against the opening of her ass and cunt in unison.

Spitfire maintained her resolve against the penetrations until the one against her ass abruptly pressed especially hard, causing her to clench her butthole tighter to keep it out. Her momentary change in focus was just enough for the fire-cock positioned at her pussy to slip all the way into her depths. The mare yelped in surprise at the sudden invasion, loosening her asshole enough for the second fire-cock to plunge into her.

The dragon watched on at the silent scream that was trying to escape from the pony’s gaping mouth. It was obviously amusing for him to watch this little insect be gangbanged by these inanimate beings.

The pegasus was frozen in her position, her ass and pussy spread open by centient flames, her tongue dangling from her open mouth, when she felt a familiar heat caress her face. Just as she was starting to get used to the intrusions lodged in her hips a third fire-cock swiftly buried itself in her throat.

Even though the heat of the flames didn’t hurt her, she could still feel the firmness of their motionless appendages inside her. Tears began to well in her eyes as she struggled to breathe through the obstruction in her throat.

Relief was the first thing that popped into her mind when all three fire-cocks pulled out slightly, but the feeling was immediately replaced with her first mind-numbing orgasm that wracked her body as they thrust back into her all at once. Any thoughts she had were completely erased when her holes were filled and used from every end.

The thrusting stayed in rhythm for a bit until they each broke off into their own patterns, prompting the mare’s second soul-wrenching orgasm.

Spitfire quickly lost track of time as her entire body submitted to the abuse from the flames, cumming multiple times throughout the span of several hours. Her ragged body was thrown back and forth between the tempos of her masters until she felt the change beginning to well up in their thrusts. She tried to cry out but the liquid hot plasma had already begun exploding out from their fiery cocks, injecting impossible levels of heat into her core. Her entire body glowed as the ropes of heat essence coated every wall of her insides and melted away the limits of her ecstasy. The pegasus violently shook in the throes of what was quite possibly the most intense orgasm anypony had ever experienced.

With that the flames dissipated into a burst of invisible heat waves that disappeared into the atmosphere. The mare still lay on the ground, shuddering in endless amounts of pleasure that was slowly beginning to ebb away back to reality.

Consciousness finally returned to her body, her eyes rolling back from the back of her skull. The first thing her deleriyes gaze caught was the throbbing member of the dragon staring intently down at her. It was about twice the size of her.

Spitfire whimpered.

“Oh fuck.”