Chapter One

A single figure walked alone in the dark forest of the Everfree, his hooves crunching the leaves underneath him as he ventured aimlessly through its depths. He adjusted the cloak around his body as a cold breeze blew over him.

Note to self, never overuse one body. he thought to himself as another chill blew over him. He searched around for a suitable shelter, only finding a large expanse of trees in every direction. He sighed and continued forward.

He stopped mid-step as he could feel a presence around him. He couldn't exactly get a grasp on it much, but he knew it was there. He slowly let out a low warning growl before letting his inner magic cover his body, shape shifting it into his more natural form.

He now stood about two heads taller than a large stallion, his grey scales and blood red spines shining in the pale light of Luna's moon. His amethyst eyes slowly searched his surroundings, trying to find the source of the aura.

"Oh little one, I doubt there will be much need for that." The figure swirled around to find a purple unicorn with a deeper purple mane with a black strike running through it. Her eyes shimmered in the sparse light with a colour matching his own. Her tail swished, drawing the figure’s eyes to her shapely flank and the Cutie Mark upon it.

It was of an orb. Much like that of a fortune teller only it was pitch black in colour. The more the figure stared at it, the more realistic the orb seemed. The two shining spots on it seemed like the very sun was glimmering down upon it as the abysmal depths of it’s darkness seemed to pull at his very soul. Daemon moved her head in his view. “Do you enjoy the sight?”

The figure stuttered as a crimson blush grew on his cheeks. He coughed and adverted his gaze to an area that wasn't occupied by Daemon. Unfortunatly for him, the mare seemed to follow. He gave a small huff and turned around, jolting in surprise when he found the mare laying across the branch on front of him.

"Not very polite to just leave a lady alone in a place like this." said Daemon with a grin. The figure blinked before shaking his head.

"I need to stop drinking before walking into the Everfree." He muttered to himself. He ignored the mare as he walked past her and in the direction he was originally heading. He got a few more feet before the presence of the mare was right next to him again.

"May I ask why you feel the need to stalk me?" Asked the drake. Daemon rolled her eyes before floating into his vision.

"Just wanted to know what you were doing in my territory, Bakksy." said Daemon with a shrug. Bakmah stopped and stared at the mare.

"And how is it you know my name?"

"Questions, questions. Can't we just say I know lots of things I probably shouldn't but I do just for the fun of it?" Asked Daemon with a grin.

"As long as I can say that I'm creeped out that some unicorn is stalking me, knows my name, and is floating a good few feet off the ground." said Bakmah, pointing at the space between her and the ground. Daemon just shrugged before getting closer to him.

"I also have a slight problem I could use your help with, considering you are trespassing in my territory." said the mare.

"Trespassing? This is a fucking forest! I can't trespass in a forest!" Exclaimed the drake. Daemon chuckled before flying past him, her tail flicking him in the face. The drake blinked before turning around, seeing the mare float lazily down the path on her back, her tail flicking side to side.

"You can trespass when I'm the one who created the forest." said Daemon, her grin never leaving her face. "Now hurry up, I want to get this done tonight, I got things to do in the morning."

"The hell am I getting myself into?" Mumbled the drake as he followed the mare, his tail dragging in the dirt behind him as he let her lead the way to whatever fate this mare had in store for him.

Bakmah decided to take this moment to actually examine the mare in front of him again while she blissfully floated through the air. His eyes wandered back down towards her flank, examine the orb Cutie Mark before traveling further down, a tail suddenly blocking his view before he was able to see anything. “Not very proper to spy on a lady without her knowing.” The mare said with a coy grin across her face.

Bakmah grumbled and occupied himself with a rock that decided to appear in front of his foot. He kicked it ahead of him to try and keep his thoughts away from Daemon. It worked for the most part, until he found himself walking straight into her flank.

The drake yelped and fell onto his butt, blushing as he stared up at the mare who was now laughing at him. “Staring and now touching? You are being a very naughty dragon indeed.” Bakmah blushed before getting back on his feet.

"Well, it wasn't really my intention to walk into your ass. Now, why did we stop?" Asked the drake. He could smell a slight aroma in the air, but ignored it as Daemon re asserted herself on the ground and trotted into a clearing ahead of them.

The mare searched around before walking towards the center and sitting on her haunches and closing her eyes. Bakmah stared at her in confusion, watching as the mare kept herself seated before falling through the ground.

Bakmah ran into the clearing and into the center, finding the ground perfectly intact. "The hell?" He stomped on the ground a few times. He stared at the ground, his mind blank as he tried to figure out what he just watched.

He tensed as he felt something grip his leg. He slowly looked down to see thick vines wrapping around his ankles, coming up from the ground just behind him. "You got to be fu-" His voice was cut off as the ground opened up and the vines dragged him down the newly made hole.

His body slammed against the walls as it effortlessly was brought down beneath the earth by the vines around his ankles. They suddenly turned ninety degrees and dragged him across the earth.

He let out a scream as he was flung out into open air, the vines releasing him and sending him sliding across marble flooring. His journey ended as his head ran into a throne.

"Little rougher than I wanted. Still want you active for tonight." Bakmah looked up to see Daemon standing over top of him. He blinked before sitting up and looking around his surroundings.

The mare somehow was able to drag him. down into an earthen throne room, complete with cobblestone walls, pillars, and a throne on the far end. The entrance was nothing more than a hole that was now starting to seal itself in, cobblestone taking it's place.

"Where are we?" He asked, turning torwards the mare.

"Some call it a castle, some a maze, some dirt, I call it home. You can call it whatever floats your boat." said Daemon with a shrug.

"What the hell are you?" Asked the drake, backing away from her. Daemon chuckled.

"Oh, I think you can wait until later for me to answer that. Not exactly an answer most take lightly." said Daemon.

"You're talking to a dragon that has the ability to shape shift. Pretty sure I know the feeling."

"Not telling~" sang the mare. Bakmah groaned and planted his palm on his face.

"At least tell me why you dragged me down here?" He asked, growing annoyed. Daemon's smile dropped a bit.

"I have a major problem that I need your help fixing. Pretty sure I told you."

"Yes, but how 'major' is it?" Asked Bakmah.

Daemon sauntered over to Bakmah. She plopped her haunches down right on the knuckles of one of his claws, looking up to him with a half-lidded gaze. “Oh, a problem every mare should have a nice, strong male help her out with.” A low moan trickled through her lips as she shifted her rear.

"Oh fuck..." muttered Bakmah, realizing what exactly her 'problem' was and exactly how he was expected to fix it.

"That is the point, yes." answered Daemon, shifting her position on his claw again. Bakmah clenched his eyes shut as he tried to ignore the horny mare on his claw and his enlarging member. He had to try to figure out what to do.

Another moan filled the room as she shifted again. Something wet started to trickle on his claws and he had a very clear idea what it was. Daemon leaned back, letting his arm support her weight as she smiled at him. “I usually don’t trap my intended mates underground with me, but you’re going to be a willing participant...right?” said Daemon, reaching to trail her hoof along the scales on his chest. “I mean, would you really deny a lady in such need of your help?”

Bakmah looked down at the mare, his heart race increasing. He bit his lip as he looked around the throne room before sighing.

"Can we at least go somewhere, I don't know, more comfortable? I don't feel like losing my virginity on a throne room floor." said the drake.

Daemon’s eye’s lit up. “A virgin?!” She said as the room around them began to change. The pillars and throne melted into the ground and was soon replaced by a soft carpet and bed. The whole room changed to resemble that of a bedroom.

Daemon lifted herself up off Bakmah’s claw, placing her hooves on his chest to get her face as close to his as she could. “Why don’t you lay back on that bed and I may give you a very special treat.”

Bakmah slowly stood up and eyed the bed that was recently created, the soft velvet beckoning him. He gulped a but as he made his way towards it, very aware of the eyes that were most likely on his ass.

The drake hoisted himself up onto the bed and laid down on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His blush deepened as he felt a cool breeze against his now fully erect member. He could feel Daemon staring at it from across the room.

"Didn't expect dragons to be that...big." said the mare. Bakmah turned his head away.

"Yeah...can you hurry up, I feel awkward enough as it is." said the drake. He listened as the sound of hoofsteps sounded near the bed before it shifted, giving away the presence of Daemon.

He suddenly felt a hot breath breath on his member, sending a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes as another breath blew across his dick. A moan escaped his lips as Daemon planted a kiss on its tip.

"I love the taste of virgins. Something just so...innocent about them." said Daemon with a smirk. She moved down to the base of his penis. She gave it a small kiss before running her tongue along it, giving it a flick as she reached the tip. She repeated the process a couple times before engulfing the tip with her mouth.

Bakmah let out something between a moan and a growl as Daemon started to bob her head up and down his dick. The mare would let out the occasional moan as she slowly started to pick up her tempo.

Bakmah let his head rest against the bed as pleasure over took him, driving his hips into the mares mouth. He placed a claw over her head and held it there, guiding her further down her length so that she started to gag.

A pressure started to form in his nethers, causing to tighten his grip on the mares head. Sensing he was near, Daemon picked up her pace and started taking even more of his cock into her mouth, gagging with each bob of her head.

With a roar, Bakmah hilted the mares mouth with both hands as he unloaded spurt after spurt of his seed down her throat. Daemon swallowed what she could, the rest exiting out of the edges of her mouth and onto the velvet bedding.

With a pop, Daemon removed her head from his cock. She smirked down at him as she wiped away the excess cum off her mouth. “That was a good appetizer.” Daemon’s horn lit up as the drake’s cock was wrapped in an amethyst aura. “I do believe I am ready for the main course though.” Daemon pulled herself up Bakmah’s body, letting his member drag across her chest and belly as she did.

Daemon straddled the drake’s waist, extinguishing her horn. Her magic had left him hard and raring to go another round. “Mmm. All the little spells I could show you...but for another time, perhaps.”

Daemon lifted herself up, allowing his member to rise up to its full height. Bakmah bit his lip as he watched her as she oaligned his cock with her slit, letting just the tip enter inside her with a small moan. She smirked at him before letting herself drop, letting out a scream of pleasure as she hilted herself.

Bakmah cursed and sat up, only to be stopped as she laid a hoof on his chest. She stood again, only getting half-way before dropping again. She proceeded to continuously pump his member, her screams bouncing off the walls.

His hands subconsciously gripped her waist as he started thrusting in time with her, long gone in pleasure. The sound of wet slapping, screaming, and grunting soon filled the room amd shook the walls.

Bakmah soon felt a familiar pressure start to build inside him, causing him to increase his pace. Daemon noticed this and attempted to match, trying to get off at the same time as her lover. Sweat started to form on her brow as she felt her own pleasure rising.

Bakmah watched as the tips of the unicorn’s mane flickered like a flame before the whole thing burst into a billowing downward flame. Daemon stared at the drake, her eyes glowing with an unknown power. “Come, Bakksy. I need you to fill me up.”

Bakmah couldn’t hold back anymore, unleashing a torrent of his seed into the waiting mare. Daemon gasped as she felt a burning warmth spread within her, it pushing her over the edge into her own orgasm.

As Daemon screamed in ecstasy, Bakmah could feel a raw energy flow through him. Every vein in his body was filled with this euphoric power as the mare on top of him came so hard, the very walls around them shook. The drake allowed himself to drown in the addictive power flowing through him. There was no mistaking. This was the power of a goddess.

It ended all too soon as Daemon fell onto his chest, making him fall out of her with a soft pop. Bakmah could feel a mixture of their fluids trickle down on him from Daemon’s gaping entrance. He didn’t care, not that he could do anything about it. The absence of the power that flowed from Daemon left him weak and exhausted. It was a fight to even keep his eyes open.

“No worries, little one.” The ever so soft voice of the mare on him wafted into his ears. “The first time is always so exhausting.” Daemon lifted her head to meet her lips with his, kissing deeply from him as he was taken into Luna’s soft embrace.

Author's Notes:

Well, thanks to Vilcor88 for not only allowing me to use Daemon, but to actually work on this with me as a Collab, if you will. If you want to know where Daemon came from, check out his story Stranger Days.

See you guys next chapter.

Chapter Two

The sounds of what seemed to be muffled talking and the occasional shout or yell woke Bakmah from his slumber. The drake looked around to find himself in a closed off room, laying in a purple silk bed.

Images of the night before came back and caused him to turn a deep crimson. He slowly reached down below the sheets to try to confirm his suspicions, finding his member gone but the scales around it still damp.

The drake tried to figure out what exactly compelled him to rut the mare the night before. The only thing he could come up with was that he didn't want to see her suffer, but it felt like more than just that.

He sat up with a sigh and looked to see a water basin and washcloth in the corner. Grabbing it, he quickly washed off the juices from the night before and walked over the elegant chestnut door that led out. He grabbed the handle and opened the door.

He barely got his foot out the door before a very hard object hit him in the face, breaking his muzzle. The drake fell on his back and instantly grabbed for his muzzle, wincing at the pain it caused. He listened as he heard two voices curse before running after him.

"Well, he must be having an interesting morning." muttered a mare that he could only place as. Daemon.

"Why is there a dragon in your liar thingy, anyways?" Asked another mare in a shocked yet annoyed tone.

"What creatures I decided to entertain in my home is my business." The mare placed her head in his vision. "Now, did she break it, Bakksy?" The drake nodded, wincing as the movement sent a jolt of pain through his muzzle. Daemon sighed before straightening up.

Bakmah felt a pair of hooves as they laid themselves on his claws and started to try and remove them from his muzzle. Something about them made him let go of any resistance and willingly remove them, letting his blood run down his muzzle faster.

"Well, Crystal, it's safe to say you just destroyed someone's jaw." said Daemon examining the break. The mare, a Pegasus with a light purple coat, rolled her eyes.

"I wasn't expecting a dragon to walk out of the wall, now did I?" Asked the mare presumably named Crystal.

"The one time I have a male over and he is already getting attacked by everything." mumbled Daemon. She moved to place her hooves on his muzzle but was stopped by a claw. She blinked and watched as Bakmah dragged himself into the sitting position before gripping onto his muzzle with both claws once again. He took in a deep breath before clenching his fists.

The two mares grimaced as the sound a cracking and crunching filled the room as the bones in Bakmah's muzzle were shoved back into place. Once there, he closed his watery eyes and focused on his inner magic once again, directing it to his muzzle only this time.

Daemon's ears twitched at the increase of raw magic from the dragon and watched as his muzzle glowed a soft red. The longer he kept his spell going, the more relaxed he became and the less labored his breathing was. It was only after a few minutes that glowing stopped and that he was able to remove his claws.

"Watch where you throw this thing." He said as he picked the blood stained crystal ball off his lap and threw it over to Crystal who stopped it before it managed to hit her. The two mares continued to stare at him as he stood and cracked his back, receiving a round of pops in return.

"I thought it was rude to stare, Daemon." He said, smirking at the purple unicorn.

"How is it you managed to heal your muzzle like that? I could have, yes, but that should have been a few months in a plaster casting." said Daemon, shaking her head.

"Let's put it this way, there are things that I don't know about you, and there are things you don't know about me. If you want them answered, you will have to be willing to answer whatever I ask you." said Bakmah before walking past them, examine the throne room that Daemon seemed to recreate while he was asleep.

"Now how in the name of Volcanic do I get out of here?" Asked the drake.

"Volcanic?" Asked Crystal, confused.

"Dragon God. Not many still alive, dragons or other, still believe or know about the religion. In my opinion, today's dragons would be better off knowing about and practicing it." answered Daemon. Bakmah nodded in agreement before going back to trying to find a way out. Daemon sighed before causing a staircase spiraling upward to appear in the wall.

"Ditching a mare after a night like that is disrespectful, Bakksy. I thought better of you." said Daemon with a pout. Bakmah rolled his eyes as he started up the stairs.

"Don't get too lonely. This the only shelter I can find. Besides, unless you want piss all over the floor, it's better if I go outside." Daemon could only nod as she watched him leave.

"What hell did you two do last night, anyways? I remember seeing toppled trees and other damage all over town. It's like we had an earthquake yet here is perfectly fine." asked Crystal. Daemon chuckled patted the mare’s head.

"I'll tell you when you are older, little one." said Daemon before trotting up the stairs after Bakmah. Crystal blinked before running after her.

"I'm an adult!"

"You just love to stalk me, don't you?" Asked Bakmah, looking up the mare floating above his head. Daemon winked at him before occupying herself with the sky.

"So why are you following me to town?" He asked the Pegasus that followed them. Crystal shrugged.

"I live in town and I might as well follow you two."

Bakmah groaned. "What is with mares and stalking me recently?" Asked the drake. Daemon grinned as she looked down at them.

"From what I saw last night, I'm surprised this hasn't happened more often." said Daemon.

"Thats because I prefer to keep to myself."

"Oh, what fun is that?" Asked Daemon, shaking her head.

"Simple, I don't get a crystal ball smashed in my face the next morning or get stalked on my way to eat." He replied picking up his pace slightly. The drake felt a warm soft body press against his back.

“True, but I am sure the activities of last night more than make up for it.” whispered Daemon into his ear, her voice almost singsong as she did.

"I still say you are extremely horny." commented Bakmah, a crimson blush applying on his cheeks. Daemon stuck her tongue out before hovering directly above his head.

"What is with you two?" Asked Crystal, shaking her head.

"You don't want to know." grumbled Bakmah as Daemon decided to lay on his back. The unicorn let her tail swish across his scales, giggling as she did.

Crystal grimaced. “I’m afraid I already do.” The pegasus put slightly more distance in between her and the two. Daemon stuck her tongue out at the mare before nuzzling deeper against his scales.

"Are you always clingy during your heat?" Asked Bakmah, looking back at her. He watched as the purple and black mane shook from side to side.

"Nope. I'm not one for clinging to others too much." she replied swishing her tail side to side as she watched the treetops.

"And yet you've been clingy to me since last night. Mind explaining that?" Asked Bakmah. Crystal watched as her cheeks grew a slight crimson.

"That is one thing I want to keep a secret." said Daemon. Crystal eyed the mare, deciding to store that piece of information away as they walked out of the forest.

"Since you to seem keen on following me around, mind telling me a place that I would actually be interested in eating at?" Asked Bakmah, looking back at the mares. Crystal shrugged just as Daemon rolled over to face him.

"Not far down the road in front of us is a small cafe. They are always stocked with a large amount of baked goods on sale." The mare rolled back over and closed her eyes. Bakmah blinked before continuing walking in the direction if said cafe.

It only took a few minutes for the trio to enter the town. Upon entering, Bakmah instantly gained stares for not only his appearance, but for the mare presumably napping on his back. The entire time, Crystal pieced the behavior of the unicorn together, a smile starting to creep on her face.

Bakmah suddenly stopped, jolting Daemon awake and almost causing Crystal to walk into him. The drake eyed the building before standing to his full height, Daemon quickly jumping off as he did so.

"I can manage to eat a meal by myself." he said, turning towards them. "You two go do whatever. I'm going to eat then explore the town a bit." The drake went to turn around but found a smirking Daemon in his way.

"Not giving me a good bye kiss? You are horrible at treating a mare right, Bakksy." commented the mare with a half-lidded gaze. Bakmah looked around the growing crowd anxiously.

"I'm pretty sure that is couples only and I'm very certain we are not an item." said Bakmah quietly. Daemon's grin never left her face.

"But I'm deserving of one, aren't I?" She asked, standing as tall as she could to get closer to his face.

"This has been the weirdest day ever." muttered Bakmah. Daemon waited expectantly, her grin never leaving as the nervous drake made up his mind. "You fucking owe me one, Daemon." He scooped the mare by the shoulders and encased her lips in his own, eliciting gasps and cheers from the crowd.

Bakmah held the kiss for a few seconds before setting the mare down and walking past her into the cafe, his face matching that of an apple. Daemon giggled before trotting off down the street, Crystal following behind her.

"What was that back there?" Asked Crystal, staring at the purple unicorn.

"That was a kiss, if I'm not mistaken." said Daemon with a grin.

"I know it was a kiss, but why kiss a dragon that you supposedly just met last night?" Asked the Pegasus. Daemon sighed and shook her head.

"It's too complicated for either you or Bakmah to understand, at least right now." said Daemon, looking over at the mare behind her. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to prepare the 'favor' I owe him." She grinned before disappearing, leaving Crystal more confused than she was that morning.

Nightfall found Bakmah walking back towards the Everfree Forest after a rather eventful day. He had a cannon loaded full of confetti blown in his face, a young dragon who looked no older than ten stalked him around town while shooting off a million questions, and had to run away from a white unicorn fashionista trying to get him to model for her.

The drake sighed as he walked into the dark forest and tried to follow his footsteps from that morning back to Daemon's home. He just hoped that every day didn't end up like this one or he would either die of face related injury, embarrassment, or just go insane.

Grabbing a dry branch off the ground, he let out a small stream of purple fire onto it, lighting it instantly. With his new source of light, the drake was able to confirm his suspicions.

He was lost.

"You just have to live underground in the middle of forest, didn't you?" muttered Bakmah. He searched around for any recognizable path or landmark that could lead him towards the clearing he knew Daemon resided under.

"Whattya looking for?" Bakmah froze at the familiar voice of Daemon. The problem, he couldn't sense her. He turned to see the purple unicorn trotting up to him. Her lavender eyes flashed in the moonlight.

"Who are you?" He asked, grabbing the torch with both claws. Daemon stopped her advance and cocked her head.

"What do you mean?" She asked. Bakmah rolled his eyes.

"One, I usually can feel Daemon's presence. Two, she calls me 'Bakksy' ninety percent of the time. And three, her eyes are amethyst, not lavender." He said with a smirk. The fake Daemon frowned before being engulfed in green fire, the black chitinous body of a changeling standing in her place.

"Very observant, indeed. Should have been a tad more careful." commented the changeling, it's voice undeniably male.

"I don't know what is worse, getting targeted by a changeling or getting targeted by a guy. Didn't know your kind went that way." said Bakmah, widening his stance. The changeling growled.

"Shut up! I need food and you were the closest source I could find." said the changeling. His horn started to glow in a green aura, prompting Bakmah to tighten his grip on the torch.

"Yes, well, I'm not exactly keen on the idea of being food." said Bakmah. He slowly started to approach the changeling. He froze as he heard a twig snap behind him. "That's just low." He swung around in time just to block off a changeling that pounced at him from behind, allowing the first one to latch itself on his back.

He let out a roar as he felt fangs penetrate his scales before he removed the changeling and threw him at a nearby tree. The second one was up again and took this moment to fire a bolt of green energy at the drake, flinging him across the path and into a tree, a series of cracking emitting from his chest.

"Yes, well, you don't have much of a choice." said the changeling from earlier. It limped over to the injured drake and lifted a hoof above his head. Before he could bring it down, a pair of purple forehooves wrapped around his horn, a third hoof pressing against the base of his skull.

"It's not nice to impersonate ponies to harm others." Bakmah looked up to see Daemon, the real one this time, on the back of the changeling. The second changeling was nowhere to be seen but the dark spots in the grass gave him a decent idea.

Daemon drove her hindleg further into the base of his skull before yanking back on his horn, eliciting a scream from the changeling. The mare kept a straight face as she leaned back, the sound of cracking chitin filling the air. The mare stopped pulling and lifted her hindleg slightly before kicking the back of the changeling's head, breaking off his horn.

Bakmah watched as the changeling fell limp to the ground, green blood flowing from the stump on his head. He looked up to see Daemon examining the horn before tossing it aside and trotting over to him.

"Can you heal yourself?" She asked, kneeling down in front of him. Bakmah closed his eyes and concentrated, only to find he couldn't grab a hold of his magic. He shook his head. Daemon sighed and stood.

"I guess we have to heal you the old fashion way." said Daemon. She closed her eyes and they soon found themselves in the bedroom from the night before. Bakmah blinked as he was lifted off the ground and placed on the bed.

"Alright," said Daemon, suddenly in a nurses outfit and floating a first aid kit next to her. "Do you know how many ribs you broke?" Bakmah stared at the mare before slowly holding up four claws. The mare sighed as she trotted up to his side.

"You wonder why I stalk you. Well, it seems like if I don't you get into trouble." said Daemon as she pulled a large roll of bandages from the first aid kit. "First we have the crystal ball to the face, then fashionistas chasing you through the streets, changelings trying to kill you almost. Not the luckiest of stallions."

"Wait, how did you know about the fashionista?" Asked Bakmah. Daemon winked at him before lifting his body off the bed enough to let her get the bandages under his body. The two stayed silent as Daemon wrapped up his chest.

Bakmah let his eyes wander as he was being fixed up. He began to notice the multiple candles around the room, the red silk bedding, and slight aroma in the room. He set that information aside and looked back down at the mare caring for him.

Despite how many times she denied him a peek, Daemon seemed to be trying to tease him with her body. Her flank was slightly raised in the air while her tail swished back and forth. Bakmah could feel his member starting to unsheathed just by looking at her.

"And done," said Daemon, straightening back up. She lowered his body back onto the bed and slid the covers over his body. "I casted a few spells to help the process along, but you will be stuck in bed for a day at the latest." said Daemon with a wink before she trotted over to the door of the room.

"Get some sleep. I promise to be easy on you tomorrow." With that, she left the drake to wonder what exactly happened.

Chapter Three

Pain. It coursed through Bakmah's chest like a raging fire as he woke from Luna's Dream Realm. He let out a pained roar as he resisted the urge to grab onto his chest.

The spot next to him on the bed shifted and Daemon was instantly standing over top of him, examining him. She bit her lip as she look over him before summoning the first aid kit once again.

"Hold on, let me see." She placed a hoof on the drakes stomach and held him down as her magic unwound the bandages from his chest. The scales around the break were purple and swollen up, causing the drake his discomfort. Daemon cursed and summon a water basin with cubes of ice inside, dipping the bandages in it.

"Does it feel better with the bandages off?" Asked the mare, receiving a nod in return. "Good. I'll put them on looser this time but they will be cold, as to help with the swelling." said Daemon as she lifted the drake off the bed.

"That changeling was pretty good, you know." said Bakmah, trying to start a conversation. "Was almost a perfect. Coat, mane, personality could have used a tweak. The only thing he didn't seem to capture was your eyes." said Bakmah with a grin. Daemon blinked before going back to apply the bandages, mumbling about dragon's being woozy off healing spells, a blush adorning her cheeks.

"There," she said, setting him back on the bed. "Don't strain yourself and you'll be fine by the evening." said Daemon as she started to place the covers over him once again. A claw stopped them before they reached waist level.

"I want you in bed with meh." slurred the drake. Daemon took note not to give the dragon too much of a healing spell in the future.

"Can't, Bakksy. Have things to do." said Daemon, stepping away from the bed and walking over to the door. There was a snap before she tripped and fell to the floor. She looked back to find the red silk wrapped around her hooves and Bakmah's claw raised in the snapping position.

"But I dun want ya ta go." said Bakmah with a pout. Daemon wiggled her way out of the blanket before backing away to the door with a blush.

"I have to. Just stay here and I will be back in a few hours." said Daemon, inching towards the door as it slowly creeped open. Back raised his claw again, prompting Daemon to jump out the door and close it behind her as a blanket hurled itself at the door.

"Why don't you love me?!" Shouted a muffled voice from the other side of the door. Daemon sighed before disappearing from existence.

Dark. Night maybe? There were no stars to back that claim. That and no breeze to prove it either. Bakmah lifted his head, only to be assaulted with a bout of dizziness. “You woke up...” The drake turned his head to the voice, finding a small area being illuminated by the flickering light of a candle.

Daemon sat in the light. There was something off about her, but the candle failed to show it. The darkness that swallowed them was unnatural, preventing any sort of night vision. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up again. I feared I may have had to sit here all night, watching over you like this.”

"The hell is going on?" Asked Bakmah, shifting nervously in his laying position. The room suddenly flooded with light, but somehow did not hurt his eyes. It was like the room had never been darkened in the first place.

It became apparent what was off with Daemon. She was wearing some sort of outfit. Bakmah’s pulse quickened as it didn’t take long to figure out what kind. A maid’s outfit.

Daemon began walking over to Bakmah, the frilly white hem of the dress too short to hide Daemon’s flank, instead showing it off perfectly. The fishnet stockings she wore muffled half her steps as she came up to the bed.

“I’ve been thinking on what you said to me earlier.” said Daemon as she put her forehooves on the bed. “I have been thinking of the benefits, the consequences, and the whole thing in every aspect I could. I only came up with two questions.” Daemon hopped up on the bed with the drake, staring him in the eye. “Why should I love you, Bakksy, and do you think you could handle it?”

Bakmah stammered, his brain catching up with the situation at hand and the questions within. He shook his head slightly before asking himself the same question that was presented to him. Why?

"I can't say. I don't know your preferences or anything else. I don't even know how much you know about me besides being reserved." He paused. "That is more of your choice then it is mine."

Daemon chuckled. “Good. I was hoping for that kind of answer. I have lived for a long time. I will not give love so flippantly. Not without much consideration. You’d do best to remember this.” Daemon let out a deep breath. “But enough of such a subject. I am not wearing this outfit for no reason.”

There was the sloshing of water as a bucket was levitated up and set on the bed. Daemon reached in it, bringing up and wringing a sponge until it was sufficiently damp. “That little fight you had has left you quite messy. While I have cleaned your wound, the rest still needs a good washing.”

"I seriously can't tell if you wore that either to wash me or to give me the biggest cock tease ever." said Bakmah with a blush. Daemon just wiggled her flank as she drew the sponge across his stomach.

“I guess you can say a bit of both.” She said as she lifted the sponge up, showing the grime she wiped off. “You can’t say you don’t enjoy this. I know for a fact you do.” Daemon grinned mischieviously as she began rubbing the sponge in little circles against his inner thigh.

Bakmah let out a soft groan as he placed a claw on Daemon’s head, slowly guiding it between his legs. It was quickly smacked away with magic. “Bakksy...” Daemon stared at the drake’s unsheathed cock before giving it a small flick with her tongue. “Work before play.” Daemon winked at Bakmah before getting to work on cleaning him with the sponge.

Daemon got up and straddled the drake, letting his erection sit against her haunches. She hummed as she began washing his upper half, not at all shy about letting her moist slit rub up and down the length of his cock as she cleaned.

Just as the cock tease was about to be too much, Daemon stopped. “This half is done.” The mare lifted herself up and scooted down his body until she was straddling his tail. She laid her head bobbed close enough to his exposed member, he could feel her breath on it.

“You are such a dirty dragon. When was the last time you had a proper cleaning like this?” Daemon’s lips were a mere inch from repeating the other day’s action, yet she held back.

"W-why did you stop?" Asked Bakmah, his voice shaking with anticipation. Daemon laughed as she began to sponge the drake’s hind legs.

“You must not have been paying attention. I told you work before play, Bakksy. I like my lover’s well groomed.” She stopped to stare up at him. “You didn’t think I have no standards, did you? I am not going to rutt any dirty little thing that comes waltzing by. Silly dragon.” Daemon booped his cock with her nose before getting back to washing his lower half.

Daemon was actually very thorough with her cleaning, making sure his scales on his legs were spotless before scooting down his tail a bit more. She stopped, however, and just seemed to stare between his legs.

“What are you doing?” There was a certain edge in his voice due to the strenuous teasing he has been given. No sooner had the question left his mouth did vines come out of the bed, wrapping around his extremities and preventing him from moving much more than his head.

“What the hell?!” said Bakmah as he jerked at the vines, their grip like steel cables. He stopped as he felt a hoof brushing near the base of his tail. “W-what are you doing?”

“I was just admiring at what a cute little ass you have, Bakksy.” Daemon smiled as she removed herself from his tail, slowly creeping up the bed.

“And I had to be tied down for you to do that?!”

Daemon shook her head. “No, not for that...” Daemon gave the drake a light peck on the nose before positioning herself to where he would be staring at her belly if not for the she was wearing. “I have a question for you though.”

“And what would that be?” Bakmah glared at her, but was unable not to watch as she slowly slid a hoof down to the hem of her dress. “Does it explained why I am tied up?”

The question brought a grin to Daemon’s face. “I was just wondering...” The unicorn slowly started to pull the dress up. “If I had a dick, would you suck it?” She raised the dress, revealing a sizable equine cock that had definitely not been there the other night.

"I..how?" The drake stared at the cock with wide eyes. He turned his gaze upward to see Daemon looking down expectantly. He bit his lip before parting his jaw and closing his eyes, waiting for her to begin.

“I take that as a yes.” Daemon said as she put the tip of her newly acquired sex to his lips, slowly pushing into into his mouth. She let out a low moan as the drake began to bob his head. “As for how...don’t think of it. Just enjoy it for what it is.”

Daemon put a hoof on his head as she felt his rough tongue run against the underside of her member, letting out a louder moan than before. “You are quite good for being a virgin...” Daemon watched him for a bit more before pushing on his head. “Alright, that’s good enough.”

Bakmah looked up at the mare in confusion before opening his maw wide enough to allow her exit. Daemon smirked as she slowly travelled down his body. a blush grew on his cheeks as he slowly realized what she exactly had planned beyond a blowjob.

“Y-you’re not actually going to do that, are you?” Asked Bakmah as the mare stopped just over his tail, her member hovering over his anus.

“I had very much planned on it, Bakksy. You did a nice job getting all wet. Should go in nicely if you relax.” Daemon pressed the tip against the tight little ring of muscle at the base of his tail. “Don’t worry. I am not going to break you. I still want to have much more fun with you after this.”

“But why my ass?!” Exclaimed the drake.

“Because it’s cute and I want it. I enjoy a lover who would give me their all, just as I would give them mine. But...if you would rather this end here, I can stop.” Daemon began to stroke the drake’s shaft, giving him a knowing smile.

“I...no. Just...let me get used to it.” said the drake, setting his head on the pillow.

Daemon giggled. “You don’t have anything to get used to. Not yet anyways.” Daemon took ahold of her own magically grown cock and began moving it in small circle, almost as if she was massaging his anus with her tip.

“Alright, I’m ready.” said Bakmah, taking a deep breath to relax himself the best he could. His claws gripped the vines in anticipation.

“Alright.” Daemon stopped and began pressing, putting enough force to where the tip of her cock penetrated before she stopped again. “You know, with how wet you got me from sucking, it’s almost like you’re licking your own ass.” chuckled Daemon.

“Please don’t say that ever again. Does the opposite of turn me on.” groaned Bakmah. Daemon just laughed at the dragon’s expense before focusing at the task on hoof.

The unicorn looped her hooves around his legs and pulled herself forward as she slid inch by slow inch into his ass. “Not too much, is it? Almost half way there.”

“I’m fine.” Bakmah grunted. He was surprised that Daemon stretching his ass as she was didn’t hurt like he thought it would. Instead, it felt kind of good how her cock rubbed against his insides. As the medial ring on Daemon’s member began to pass, he felt her mouth clamp down on his own throbbing member. He didn’t even realize how neglected it was until her head was bobbing up and down on it.

He let out a groan. Between Daemon pumping in and out of him and the mare feverishly sucking him off, all that combined with the extended cocktease earlier was bringing him to his climax quickly. “Daemon...”

The unicorn hummed in acknowledgement, not slowing her pace at either end. She smiled as she felt Bakmah’s cock twitch in her mouth before he came. Daemon swallowed spurt after spurt, drinking all the dragon had to offer.

Daemon pulled her mouth off the drake when she could milk no more from him. Using her hoof to wipe what dribbled down her chin, she smiled. “Did I tell you how good you taste?” She continued rocking her hips into him as she stared up at him.

“N-not really. H-have I told you that your endurance amazes me?” Countered the drake.

“Yes. Some have called it...godly.” Panted Daemon, her thrusts getting shorter and quicker. She let her head hang back and gape open. “So tight and warm. You tease the god’s endurance, Bakksy. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”

“Already?” Asked Bakmah with a smirk. “I barely had time to get used to the feeling.” he teased.

Daemon blushed. “S-shush. I have to get used to using one of these again.” Daemon let out a loud moan. “I can’t...I’m coming!” Daemon gave a final few thrusts before she hilted in the drake, letting loose a long torrent of her seed deep into him.

Her fluids began to leak from her original sex as she continued to cum, the warmth of it spreading as it filled him, the mare showing no signs of stopping. Daemon began making little thrusts, it only causing the excess to leak out and doing nothing to staunch the flow.

It was until Daemon had thoroughly fill Bakmah’s insides until her seemingly endless flow of cum started to slow. She fell into the drake, panting as her magically made member continued to plug his lower hole. “It’s been decades...upon decades...since I’ve came like that.”

Bakmah just frowned and poked at his lower belly. “Was it really needed to keep coming inside?" Asked the drake.

Daemon nodded with half lidded eyes. “Entirely. Why complain now, though? You didn’t while I was doing it.” The vines holding him finally released their grip. Daemon pulled out of him, taking a moment to look at her handiwork before climbing up on Bakmah. By the time she straddled his belly, her magical member was gone.

“You showed me something today, Bakksy, and earned my trust. You let me have of you any way I wanted, and thus earned to have any way of me that you want.” Daemon yawned and smiled. “But I may have keep you up when i shouldn’t have. You are suppose to be resting and recovering.”

The drake released a yawn. "I'm still using my magic to heal myself in the morning." said Bakmah, nuzzling up into the pillow.

“Oh? All ready for bed? I was wondering if you wanted to do to me what I just did to you. Oh well. Goodnight, little one.” said Daemon, planting a small kiss on the drakes cheek. Bakmah blushed before smiling and pulling the mare closer with one arm as Luna's Realm took him.

Chapter Four

Bakmah groaned as sleep slowly turned into the world of the living, making him more aware of the body nuzzled up against his chest, thankfully with its respective genatiles once again.

Bakmah squirmed uncomfortably as feeling slowing came back to his lower half, a groan of pain escaping his throat as he did. "You weren't complaining last night~" said a sing song voice. Bakmah looked down to see Daemon smiling up at him.

"Cause my ass wasn't sore last night." said the drake, making to stand. The mare rolled off his chest and allowed him to remove the sheets and sit. It was just as he stood that the foriegn contents of his anus emptied onto the floor. The drake stared at the white puddle on the floor before glaring at Daemon.

"You enjoyed it and you know it." said Daemon with a grin. Bakmah groaned before grabbing the bandages on his chest. The dragon winced as he peeled off the bandages and threw them on the floor. "What are you doing?"

"Healing myself. Not that I don't appreciate the help, but i don't like the idea of having limited movements." said Bakmah, reaching into his inner magic. His chest glowed red with magic as bones were realigned and sealed back together.

"Damn, I was going to use the maid outfit again." said Daemon with a pout. Bakmah smirked as he grabbed the somewhat soapy water and started wiping himself off.

"The room will still need to be cleaned." said the drake with a smirk. Daemon smirked back before causing the room to change, the mess on the sheets and floor disappearing as new sheets and carpeting was set.

"Better?" Asked Daemon, hoping off the grey and red bed and onto the purple carpeting.

"You're no fun." said Bakmah with a pout. Daemon rolled her eyes.

"I have some important...business to take care of. Feel free to explore until I get back." said Daemon, her coat suddenly clean of any of the fluids from the night before. "Think you can handle not being around me for that long?"

"Yes. The question is can you wait that long and not want to pounce on me the second you get back?" said Bakmah with a smirk. Daemon stuck her tongue out before disappearing, leaving Bakmah to laugh by himself. The drake sighed before walking over to the bedroom door.

Upon exiting, Bakmah found himself inside the throne room. The dragon searched the room before finding a hallway on the opposite side of the room. Bakmah sighed before striding towards it.

Down the hallway, doors of mahogany leading down its length with double doors at the end. The drake hummed to himself as he walked up to the first door to his right, opening it to find a kitchen one would find in any other castle. Bakmah made note of it as he went on to the door across from it, almost sighing in relief as he found a bathroom that he was going to remember as it was stocked with a shower.

Going further down the hall, Bakmah blinked as the next room held a master bedroom, the purple wall coloring and bed sheeting gave him a good idea who it belonged to. He made note of it for personal reasons and went to the next door. He grinned as he opened the door.

“Perfect.” he said allowed as he gazed at the completely empty room next door to Daemon’s. He looked up and down the hallway before stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

Bakmah walked out of the room with a tired smile on his face as he closed the door behind him and placed his own personal wards on it. An odd aura flowed from the room with a small sense of foreboding. He smiled before looking at the last set of doors he had yet to explore, the double doors.

Bakmah stood before the mahogany doors, a secretive aura surrounding them. The drake took a deep breath before placing his hands on the doors and pushing them open. Once they were, his jaw dropped.

In the center of what appeared to be a lab of some sort was a pony, a mare from what he could tell, encased in a amber orb. Her coat and mane were of grey and red, similar to his own. Chunks of flesh were missing from her body but were seemingly being healed. from the skin that was intact to her flank was a cutie mark of a rose with a sword of crystal piercing through it.

The rest of the room was just as odd. Plants that Bakmah knew shouldn’t and don’t exist sat on one side of room. The other side held trinkets and items that he could feel had an extreme magical nature to them. He could only stare as his eyes wandered. The back of the room, however, was the most interesting.

The back wall was made of a dark material of which Bakmah had no name for. A single door sat chained and locked, the magic of powerful wards emanating off it from all the way across from the room.

Bakmah slowly approached the door, biting his lower lip as he drew near. The wards’ aura grew more intense as he approached, intense enough that he barely noticed when a small amount of magic discharged off of them as he stood only feet from it.

The drake eyed the door, trying to figure out the nature of what lay behind, but the wards did more than protect others from entering. He sighed as he examined the locks, kneeling to get a better look. He raised his claws as he prepared to unlock it, only to stop as a surge of magic and the feeling of a familiar presence came from behind him.

“I would advise you not to do that. The consequences are quite nasty.” Bakmah bit his lip as he turned around to see Daemon glaring at him. He slowly stood, but otherwise kept his claws ready. He smiled sheepishly before snapping, disappearing in a bright flash.

Still recovering his magic, he was only able to get as far as the doors before he had to resort to hiding in the closest room he could find. He threw himself inside and slammed the door behind him. He turned around to find himself in a place he didn’t want discovered just as the door opened behind him.

“Bakksy~ Why did you run from me? I wasn’t going to hurt you. You just really don’t need to open that door...” She froze as she saw the glowing red orb sitting in the middle of the room. It connected itself to the floor and ceiling as it hummed with magic.

“Should have ran into another room.” said Bakmah with a sigh. Daemon turned her gaze over at him.

“What is that?” She asked, pointing at an orb. Bakmah sighed as he walked up to it and placed his claw on it.

“Something of complicated existence that is impossible to me explain.” said the drake.

“Well, I need an explanation or I get rid of it.” said Daemon, glaring at him. Bakmah paused before nodding. He closed his eyes as he poured his magic into the orb, causing it to glow brighter. Once he finished, he gasped and opened his eyes.

“Just making some last minute adjusments.” said the drake. He shook his head before sitting down on his bottom. “Please refrain from running to me.” he said as he lifted his claws towards his throat. With a fluid motion, he ripped into it and pulled out his wind pipe. His eyes rolled into his head before he collapsed on the ground, his body going limp.

Daemon just raised a brow as the drake’s body fell and went limp. “Hmm. I didn’t think being with me was that bad.” She rocked her head back and forth. “Though, this is the third time someone has did this in my presence.” Just then, the red glow faded from the orb just before it burst open, Bakmah gasping as he fell out.

The dragon gripped his throat with a grimace as he looked at his dead corpse. “I need to work on that part. Feels like I’m dying, again.” He coughed before standing. He snapped his claws and the body disappeared. He looked back at the orb and sighed. “All that effort…wasted.”

“What is that?!” Daemon jabbed a hoof at the orb. “Who in the blazes of Tartarus made that blasphemise thing?!” Daemon yelled in a snarl, blazing eyes fixed on the drake. If there was any fear in Bakmah, he did not show it as he sat once again.

“I guess you can call it a regeneration pod, or maybe a cloning pod, but neither really fits what it does.” He picked up a bit of tissue from the orb. “Its purpose has a more...deeper and personal reason than me not wanting to die. Its actually a default put in by its creator.” said the drake with a sad smile.

“Its meant for either moving from reviving the dead or giving a second chance to the living. It was created millennia ago when disease was spreading through the dragon nation like wild fire. I, myself, was actually the sole reason it exists. I should be dead, but I’m not. I just want to repay the favor.” He sighed as he stood.

“Have any family, Daemon?” He asked.

“I guess you can say I do. Two sisters. I am not on good terms with them though.” Daemon tap her hoof impatiently on the floor but otherwise stayed quiet for Bakmah.

Bakmah raised an eyebrow before continuing. “Then you know why I am so inclined to keep one of these at hand, and why I travel as much as I do. Not healthy, but I really don’t think I care.” said the drake, turning back to the orb and tossing the remaining pieces back inside before making it disappear.

Daemon grumbled. “I understand what it’s for and why it was made...but it is a perverse thing towards me. A mockery of what I do and what I am. Even so, it may be useful in some aspects.” Bakmah smiled softly.

“She never intended to offend. Just to help those of the grieving. But she never taught anyone the spell.” said Bakmah. “She just never used it for selfish purposes…”

“And who is she?” Asked Daemon. Bakmah’s smile faded.

“My late younger sister.” The drake sighed before walking past the mare and back down the hallway. “I should probably go.”

Daemon was suddenly in front of him, pressing a hoof against his nose. “And what reason are you leaving for? I do hope you are not misunderstanding my frustration for anger towards you. That would be a definite mistake, silly dragon.”

"I...uh...well..." The drake blushed. "Yes?" Daemon shook her head.

Daemon let out a long sigh, letting her hoof drop. “Bakksy. I am not mad at you. This may even be a good thing, if you look over the heresy of what it is. How long do you think you will live with that thing?” Bakmah laughed.

"It doesn't even matter. I'm nearly impossible to kill. Like I said, it was a default my sister installed just incase mortals got ahold of it and used it. In any sense, I live until disease or some immortal kills me. Thus the way of my kind." said Bakmah with a shake of his head.

"Dragon's have a maximum of three thousand years, how do you live more than that?" Asked Daemon. Bakmah rolled his eyes.

"Not that difficult to figure out. Only dragon that can perform magic, vast knowledge of Dragon Gods, not to mention this spell is well over three thousand years old." said Bakmah, sitting himself on the ground.

“Oh I had an idea. Just wanted to make sure.” Daemon flicked her tail with a grin. “I do believe I made my rise right after...” Daemon’s face slowly went blank. “You know, I don’t remember...”

"Remember what, exactly?" Asked Bakmah, cocking his head questioningly.

“I can’t remember...” Daemon frowned. “I can’t remember what I was suppose to remember. Trying to think back so far. Remembering has been a chore ever since my fight with little Celly.”

"You probably didn't bond correctly, did it too many times, or soul is wearing thin." said Bakmah with a shrug. "I can rebuild bodies, but not souls."

Daemon shook her head. “No. My soul is fine and everything. It was during the actual fight. When she destroyed my original body.” Daemon huffed. “Something happened. I know that. I just can’t remember what.”

"She destroyed your original body?" Daemon nodded. "Damn. Was it just as sexy?" Asked the drake with a smirk.

“Ha. I was in all my Celestial gloryness. It was the only proper vessel to house my full potential. Now I am stuck leaking my power through these replicant bodies to get by. “

"I could give you the spell..."

“No you couldn’t. My body is long gone and using that thing... I don’t think I can and I am not going to try. I have a system that works now. Not the best but it’s foolproof. You don’t try to fix what isn’t broken.”

"Just a suggestion." said Bakmah. "Just wanted to make sure there wasn't at least something I could do to help." The two lapsed into silence as either couldn't think of something to say.

"So," started Bakmah. "Why didn't you want me going near, or through, that door earlier?" He asked.

“Oh. That is a special place that only I should enter. I’m afraid going in there would not be in your best interests, Bakksy.” Daemon gave him a coy smile as she walked past him, swishing her tail side to side. “You’re going to come, right Bakksy?”

"Might as well, though I'm not all too sure which come you want me to do." said Bakmah with a blush before following the mare. The drake let his eyes wander down towards the mare's flank before smiling deviously.

Bakmah grabbed the mare by those flanks, watching her ears perk up and then fold back as he penetrated her soft folds with his still hardening member. He felt a bit of pride as Daemon let out a loud moan that was borderline a scream.

The drake pumped in and out as Daemon’s front went down, her inner walls quickly growing slick to accommodate him. “Almost came from just that.” said Daemon as she let her cheek press against the floor, looking back at him with one eye.

"You know," said Bakmah as he pulled out. "Revenge is a pitiful yet blissful thing." He grabbed her tail, pulling it up to unveil all of her backside. Daemon just raised a brow and nodded. Bakmah raised his member to her anus and let it sit there.

“What are you waiting for, Bakksy? I told you that you can take of me as you want.” She wiggled her hips, rubbing against him. Bakmah growled slightly before shoving half of his length into the mare's anus, causing the mare to scream this time. “So good.”

Bakmah groaned as he felt Daemon squeeze him as he began pulling out. As soon as he began to push, she relaxed to take him in. “You don’t have to be gentle, Bakksy. I can take it and even if I can’t, I can always make a new body that can.”

Bakmah paused in his work, grinning as he fully understood her speak. He grabbed onto his shaft and channeled his magic into it, slowly stepping back a foot. Daemon looked back to see why he stopped, only to see a foot of cock still between them despite him never pulling out. He hummed to himself before stepping forward, his member going back to its original length. He thought for a moment before sending magic down towards his crotch.

“Oh? I was getting ready for it all. Why did you make it smaller again?” She looked back at him with a pout. Bakmah chuckled as he leaned forward, causing a second member to brush up against her slit.

"That answer your question?" He asked, pushing the tip inside. Daemon let out a low moan as Bakmah straightened out his back, lining both cocks up perfectly.

“My body is ready, Bakksy.”

"What I wanted to hear." said the drake just before thrusting forward, hilting himself in the mare. Daemon screamed in bliss as Bakmah picked up on a steady pace, pumping into both her holes.

Bakmah groaned as he fucked the mare, the pleasure of both of his cock's being engulfed by the mare clouding his vision. His knees were shaking as a pressure started to build inside of him.

“Harder!” Daemon moaned. “Rutt your mare harder, Bakksy. She wants it.” Bakmah blinked before growling, giving the mare her wish as he started to pick up pace and slam both members into her harder. He could feel as his climax approached at a faster rate.

"I-I'm cumming!" Groaned Bakmah, his claws gripping tight enough on her flanks to rip into them. Both members twitched before shooting burst after burst of his seed into both of the mare’s holes, his cum starting to pour out from around his members.

With a grunt, the drake full out of Daemon, their juices spilling out onto the floor. Bakmah blearly stared at the ceiling as he recovered from his climax. He barely noticed as Daemon crawled up next to him.

"You're hallway needs washing." said Bakmah.

“Yes, but you are forgetting something...” Daemon suddenly got up, turned around, and sat on the drake’s face. “I haven’t came yet, Bakksy. Now be a dear and clean me until I do. Just think of me as a cream filled doughnut.” Bakmah's eyes widened by the sudden presence of the mare's sex before he gave in. He wrapped his arms around her backside as his tongue delve into her, exploring her depths.

“Oh, you naughty dragon. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you liked the taste of your own cum.” A single middle claw extended towards the mare as he kept delving into the mare’s folds. Daemon just laughed as she began bucking her hips against his maw. “Oooh yes, Bakksy. Let that long, rough tongue clean up every last inch you dirtied.”

Daemon gasped as the drake’s tongue began running around her clit. She pushed her marehood against his mouth as hard as she could. “That’s it, Bakksy! I’m coming!” yelled Daemon as juices gushed forth from her soaked entrance, coating the drake’s face in copious amounts of their intertwined fluids.

The mare fell off Bakmah, hurriedly turning around to snuggle up to him. “Sorry, but I get really cranky if I don’t get off too.” She raised her head to run her tongue across his lips. “Mmm. We do taste good together, don’t we?” Bakmah chuckled.

"You are by far the oddest mare I have met in my countless years." said the drake with a shake of his head.
“Indeed. I believe this is the beginning of something wonderful.” Daemon chuckled. “But if you’re going to be staying here...” Her voice trailed off as her horn glowed. With a slight flash, above them appeared a maid’s outfit like the one she was wearing before, only this time it was big enough to fit Bakmah. “You will have to earn your keep.” Bakmah stared at the outfit.

"Where the hell did you get that and what purpose am I supposed to serve in it?" Asked Bakmah, looking at the grinning mare.

“Well, I think you would look lovely in it. Plus, you wouldn’t want to mar any of those handsome scales while working with me, would you?”

"Working? Daemon, the past three days I've known you have been filled with sex. I don't even know what your line of work even is unless you talk about our sex sessions."

“I meant my experiments. You saw my lab, didn’t you? I could use some help with things. You are willing to do this, yes?”

"I'm hesitant on working in a maids outfit. Everything else, I'm perfectly fine with."

Daemon started pouting again. “Aww. You wouldn’t even wear it for me? Not even once?”

Bakmah bit his lip as he looked at the mare. "Fine. I will wear when I help out. Only once! I still have some masculinity."

Daemon clopped her hooves together happily. “Yay!” Daemon gave the drake a tight hug. “I have a feeling we are going to have a great time.” She pulled Bakmah in for a long, deep kiss. The drake's eyes widened before leaning into it. When she pulled away, Bakmah could only blink.

"I..uh...wow."

“Yeah...now clean up your mess.”

"You're terrible." pouted Bakmah as he sat up.

"But you still love me." said Daemon with a grin. Bakmah grumbled as he got up and began to clean, thoughts of what happened occupying his mind.

Chapter Five

Bakmah sighed as he ran his claws under the hot water tap, using the heated water and soap to wash away the fluids from his scales. After they had finished and Daemon confirmed their relationship, she forced the drake to cleaning the hallway without the aid of his magic.

Turning off the tap, Bakmah dried off his hands before walking off into the hallway. Daemon was leaning up against the wall, the maid outfit floating next to her. Bakmah stared at it before making his way over to the kitchen, ignoring the grinning mare. He found his path blocked off by the outfit.

"Please don't tell me I have to make my lunch in this shit." said Bakmah, staring at the maid uniform.

"You promised~" sang Daemon. Bakmah stared at the outfit before sighing.

"You are truly evil, you know that?" Asked the drake as he started donning the top. Daemon only nodded as she watched him slip into the outfit with a content smile. After he had the skirt up, he went to grab the bonnet only to have it pulled away, black laced panties taking its place. "Oh hell no."

"What? It's part of the outfit." said Daemon with a shrug. Bakmah stared at the panties before ripping them out of the air and slipping them on under the skirt. He grabbed the bonnet, threw it on his head and made his way into the kitchen, very aware of the eyes staring at his ass.

As Bakmah searched the cabinets, he found that not much of anything edible could be found. The most he found was bread and almost expired peanut butter. He sighed as he made himself a peanut butter sandwich, sitting himself on the counter as he ate.

As the drake walked out of the kitchen when he finished, he found himself in front of a sizable strip of paper. He didn't need to read whatever was written on it to know what it was.

"No." deadpanned the drake.

"You don't even know what I was going to say." said Daemon with a pout.

"I don't need to. That is a list and there is no way in Tartarus I'm going into public for an extended amount of time in a maids outfit." said Bakmah, turning to head towards his room. He stopped as he heard the mare whimper. He turned to see her staring at him with big watery eyes.

"Fine." he said with a sigh. He grabbed the list out of the air and trudged towards the stairwell. "And please make it easier to find my way back, please!" He called back. He could only sigh as he walked out into the Everfree.

Bakmah stared at the edge of the Everfree as it turned into clearing that led to Ponyville. He glanced down at his maid outfit with a blush.

"Why is it I am attracted to that mare?" Muttered the drake. He took a deep breath as he walked out of the cover of the forest. The drake bit his lip as he started making his way towards the town.

Bakmah could feel the stares of ponies that saw him coming up down the road. He kept eyes on the ground, his deep crimson blush bright as day on his cheeks. He sub-consciously pulled his skirt further down as to try and hide his panties.

"I'm going to see if I can try and cock block her for the night." mumbled the drake as he pulled out the list. "And what a merry fucking surprise, it's a grocery list." Bakmah resisted the urge to make himself invisible and steal the food that he needed.

He sighed deeper as the sound of wings approaching him reached his ears. "I knew your guy's sex life was weird, but I stand corrected."

"Crystal, don't tempt me to shove a foot up your ass." growled the dragon, his blush now impossible to miss. "It's bad enough she has me doing this."

"I doubt your foot could reach this high, and even if it did, I am sure you wouldn’t want anypony seeing those panties.” Crystal snickered, putting a bit of distance between her and the drake. “How did she ever get you to wear that...stuff? You look ridiculous!"

Bakmah rubbed his temples summoning a glowing red foot behind the Pegasus and punted the mare across the sky. "Who said it was my foot?" Asked the drake as he continued to the town. Sadly, he doubted she would be the only one.

Luck was undoubtedly against him as he gazed at the busy Market Place, ponies walking around and chatting as they shopped. The drake cursed both his father and Daemon as he read the first item on the list.

"Apples? Shit, I should have just snuck to the orchards." said the drake. He trudged his way through the crowd, ignoring the stares, whispers, and catcalls as he made his way to the Apple cart he found was relatively close by.

"Howdy, how may Ah...." The orange earth pony running the cart trailed off as she saw the drake walk up to her. Bakmah could clearly see she was holding back her laughter. He could only glare as he grabbed a bag of apples and threw the required bits and then some on the counter.

"Don't. Say. A word." growled the dragon.

"A'right....filly." The mare lost it as she fell to the ground in laughter. Bakmah growled before snapping, the bag disappearing where it would later end up on the kitchen counter back at the castle. He looked back down at the list.

"A roll of fabric from Carousel Botique.....where the hell is that?" He asked, looking around for said shop. He paused he caught sight of a large, white building that practically screamed 'Boutique'. It was also the shop that the white unicorn from the other day came out of before chasing him across town.

"You are having so much fun right now, aren't you Daemon?" He muttered as he walked over to the shop, dreading what was probably going to happen next. And somewhere, deep in his mind, he had a sneaky feeling where Daemon fetched the outfit from.

As soon as the bell rung from him entering, a voice floated through the air. “Just one second and I’ll be right with you.” There were rolls of fabrics stacked and beautiful dresses lined up. It didn’t take much to figure out what kind of pony worked here.

“Sorry about that, Darling. Had a bit of a pro...blem...” Rarity froze when she saw the drake. Bakmah tensed, ready for the onslaught of laughter. It never came though. “So this is what Daemon wanted that for. I was quite confused when she ordered something in that size but she is always making crazy orders.”

Rarity trotted up and examined Bakmah. “I must say that looks splendid on you, but then again, I can make anypony look fabulous in that kind of outfit. I am surprised the measurements Daemon gave me were so...exact. She definitely wasn’t lying when she said it would hug in all the right places.”

She tittered before looking up at Bakmah. “I am sorry. You did come here for something, did you not?” Bakmah just held up the list and pointed at the item. “A set of quills? I’m sorry, Dear. I am afraid I don’t sell those here.”

"Quills?" Bakmah looked back at the list to find his claw on the wrong item. He groaned and moved down to the item that listed what he actually needed.

“Ah yes. The fabric she special ordered. It arrived just this morning. I will go and fetch it for you. Would you like any tea or perhaps lemonade while you wait?”

"Umm, no. I had a decent....drink awhile ago." answered the drake, a blush crawling across his cheeks as he averted his gaze.

Rarity smiled and gave him a knowing wink. “Yes. Daemon has a way of making those around her quite thirsty. I’ll be right back, darling.” The fashionista trotted off, a small smile on her lips.

Bakmah grumbled as he shifted in his spot, wanting the fashionista to hurry before anypony else could walk into the boutique and see him. Though, he knew it didn't matter since he still had a lot of other places to go to, yet.

Just then, the door to the shop burst open and a certain cerulean mare flew in. “Hey Rars, I was wondering if...” Rainbow Dash’s eyes locked onto Bakmah. “You know what? I’ll come back later.” The pegasus left as quickly as she entered.

Rarity came trotting in the room with a roll of fabric floating behind her. “Rainbow Dash? Oh, it seems she already left. Anyways, here is the item you needed. No need to worry about bits. Daemon has already paid me.” She smiled as she floated the roll to Bakmah.

"Well, at least I keep some bits." said the drake with a smile as he took the fabric. He weighed it in his hands before tossing it in the air, sending it to Daemon's bedroom with a snap of his claws. "Only about ten more items before this humiliation trip is over." He pulled out the list to find that quills were in fact his next item. "This is going to be fun."

Bakmah grumbled as he shuffled out of Sugarcube Corner, the laughter of a certain pink pony still ringing in his ears. The drake lifted up his list to read the very last item.

"'Get Fifty Shades of Hay from Golden Oaks Library.' Oh you got to be fucking kidding me." The drake planted his palm on his face as he trudged over towards where he believed the library to be. He had already been laughed at by a total of twenty ponies by the time he reached his final item and was not looking forward to more punishment.

True to its name, Golden Oaks Library was built into an actual oak tree. The feat impressed the dragon for a moment before he pushed it aside to finish his chores. He walked up and entered.

Bakmah froze as the purple dragon from the other day stood on a ladder, dusting off the books. His eye twitched when he realized that if he was going to find what he needed, he had to ask the young drake for help.

He cleared his throat as he began to speak. "Can you tell me where I can find the 'Adult' section?" Asked Bakmah, his blush dominating his face. Spike turned to address the drake only to freeze. The baby dragon stared at the elder before delving into hysterics, tumbling down to the floor below.

"O-oh wow! I didn't know yo-you enjoyed that kind of thing!" Said Spike. Bakmah sighed as he massaged his temples.

"Just tell me where the damn section is." said Bakmah, glaring at Spike. The younger dragon reigned in his laughter enough to speak.

"I-in the basement. I have to fetch the book for you since no one is allowed down there right now." said Spike, still chuckling a bit. Bakmah's eye twitched.

"Fifty Shades of Hay, please." said Bakmah through gritted teeth. Spike nodded before walking over to a door in the side of the room. Once he was on the otherside, Bakmah could hear him fall into hysterics again. "I swear she planned this."

After a few minutes, Spike came back up to the lobby, wiping a tear from his eye as he kept chuckling. "Make sure to bring it back by next month, ma'am." said Spike as he handed Bakmah the book. Not even attempting to grab it, Bakmah teleported the book to Daemon's room before stomping away from the laughing dragon.

"That guy is crazy." said Spike as he walked over to the bookshelf he was cleaning, still chuckling. He barely reached it when he disappeared in a flash of light,

Meanwhile, Bakmah made his way to the outside of town, still fuming. "Let's just hope she made me...a...sign." He stopped as he stared at the top of the Everfree Forest. Hanging above it, pointing down to what he guessed was the clearing, was a neon sign with the words 'Daemon's Dragoness Lives Here!' written on it. The dragon's eye twitched as he gave up on walking and teleported to right below the sign.

Appearing next to the staircase, Bakmah looked for a way to get rid of the sign. He found a pull cord hanging from the sign that, after he pulled it, turned it off and made it disappear. Bakmah sighed before walking back down the steps and into the castle.

"Daemon! Finally got your shit!" Called out Bakmah as he walked into the throne room. Upon entering, a pair of doors appeared and sealed off the entrance. The drake blinked before walking towards where he knew Daemon would most likely be.

Upon opening the lab doors, Bakmah was surprised to see that Daemon was not its only occupant. In the room, Crystal, Applejack, and Spike all reluctantly put on maid outfits similar to his own, each muttering under their breath. Daemon sat back with a smug grin as she watched.

"And this, little ones, is why we do not make fun of Bakksy." said Daemon. Her ears perked as she heard the door close and smiled over at Bakmah. "Oh, hello, Bakksy!"

"Why are they in maid's outfits?" He paused. "This better not be some twisted orgy...."

“Just what kind of mare do you think I am, Bakksy? I’ve went out and enlisted help for your first day. I thought you would be grateful at least.” A mischievous grin marked her face. “Come now, little ones. The advancement of life waits for no soul...except mine of course.”

"I think, in some twisted way, I 'll enjoy this." said Bakmah with a grin. "So, what is it we have them do? Also, can I take this fucking thing off now?"

“No. You promised a full day. As for them, they’ll help with my experiments. Just like you were going to. Don’t worry everypony and dragon. It shouldn’t be anything too hard.”

Crystal pulled at the collar of the outfit. “What about dangerous?”

“Like I said, it’s not anything too hard.” Daemon chuckled as motioned for AJ to come to her. “Now, farmhand...” This earned a bit of a look from the pony. “See these stones. Align them in proper accordance to kaleidoscopic order.”

AppleJack just stared at the stones for a moment. “Uhh...What?” This made Daemon chuckled gleefully.

“Line them up like a pretty rainbow. Shouldn’t be too hard to get it right considering who you’re friends with.” Daemon then turned around and stared at Spike. “You! Sweep the floors and arrange things how they’re labeled. They don’t have a label, leave them.”

“Aw man. That’s just what Twilight has me do all the time.” The little dragon walked over to a broom, fixing his bonnet before he got to sweeping.

Daemon teleported Crystal next to her. “Alright.” Daemon grabbed a beaker and dumped its contents into a bowl of black liquid. “Come and get me when that turns white. Keep a close eye on it. Timing is crucial.”

“How long am I going to be sitting here?”

Daemon thought for a second. “About ten minutes...” Crystal’s face lit up. “Or ten hours.” And then she frowned. “Anyways, it’s time to work on my floral experiments.” Daemon motioned for Bakmah to follow her as she walked to the side of the lab with all the flowers.

"Plants? Daemon, I have absolutely no plant experience except which one would make my dick itch if I piss on it." said Bakmah as he followed the mare.

Daemon gave him a dull look. “I assumed nothing like that, Bakksy. Anyways, what I am to be doing, no one else can quite do it the same. I just wanted you to watch.” Daemon faced a large pot of dirt on the counter.

"You want me to watch? That defeats the purpose of asking for my help, and in a maids outfit may I remind you. The panties ride up my crotch for father's sake."

“You act as if this is the only task you’re going to be assigned.” A grin spread on her lips. “I just want your opinion for these few experiments.”

"You creep me out and arouse me at the same time. It's scary." said the drake with a shake of his head. Daemon put a hoof to her lips, signalling the drake to stay silent. Her eyes scan the wall of the multiple flowers that adorned it.

“Every type and subtype. I have at my whim to make what I wish. Let us take from an Anthurium and some from a sprig of Foal’s Breath. Mix them with a Dahlia and some Gerbera.” As she spoke, silvery threads seemed to flow from the flowers mention. They swirled together in the air over top the pot of dirt. “What is your favorite type of flower, Bakksy?”

"Haven't really thought of that too much." said Bakmah with a thoughtful hum. "I remember a beautiful flower from the more central north regions of Equestria. Beleive its name was the Lady Slipper. Interesting backstory on how it came to be." said the drake.

“Oh I am sure it’s quite a story.” A line of silver came to join the others. “Now, to give it a physical form.” The threads swirled tightly together before flashing. A small seed was left in it’s wake. Daemon lowered the seed into the dirt. She then turned to face Bakmah. “And now we have a new species of flower. I wonder how it will look, yes?”

"Yes, I do wonder. But all beautiful things take time and care to form, am I correct?"

“No. I can actually grow this to its full potential within seconds if I wanted to...but I don’t.” Daemon looked at the pot with a smile. “I think I will see how well it grows on it’s own.” Daemon’s eyes wandered over to the back of the room. “Playing with docile plants is all good and fun, isn’t it?”

"It is, though I have to wait about one or two months for the final results." said the drake.

“Yes. That is the point I am trying to make though.” Daemon rolled her eyes before watching the others work at their tasks. AJ was having quite a bit of trouble as some of the stones Daemon assigned to her were too heavy to even lift off the tables. Spike kept looking between two boxes, them both labeled in a runic language long forgotten to most.

Crystal perked her ears up when the liquid se was watching turned blue. “Um...Daemon!” The unicorn shook her head.

“That’s not white, now is it?”

“...No.” The pegasus went back to watching.

Daemon turned back to Bakmah. “I am not used to having this much help.”

"Can see that." He looked around. "In some sense, I think it's better if you employ help actually suited for your experiments."

“No.” The mare said simply as she sat and crossed her hooves.

"Fine. Don't get help then." He smirked. “Or find a very productive way to spend your time." Daemon slowly looked over to him with a stern gaze. She took a hoof and pointed at the locked door.

The large lock unclasped and fell to the ground before the door slowly swung open. “You wish to know of my productivity? Just go in there. Don’t blame me for any injuries you may receive though.” It was a looming darkness through the door, no more than a foot or two visibility from the light of the lab.

Bakmah stared at the now open door with a sense of dread and curiosity. Part of his more animalistic side told him to stay put, but the more curious said forward. He bit his lip as he slowly started for the door.

The drake could feel the unicorn’s eyes boring into his back as he slowly went through the door. It was nearly pitch black on the other side, but not so dark as to not allow some night vision. Bakmah could just make out another door on the far wall, becoming aware that he was in a room.

The door behind him suddenly slammed shut, the sound of it locking again echoing around him. “What the fuck?! Daemon...” Bakmah froze as he turned around. There was something in between him and the door. And it wasn’t Daemon.

The drake took a couple steps back as the thing unfurled its leathery wings, its glowing, slitted eyes focused on him in the darkness. “Sorry Bakksy. I couldn’t let her out. She likes to play too rough.”

The creature growled, baring her long, pointed fangs. She had long tufts of fur that covered some of the scales the lined her entire body. Both her scales and fur bore a striking pattern that could not be mistaken.While Bakmah had never seen a creature like it straight out, it was obvious what it was.

It looked as if someone, or a certain somepony, had taken a dragon and tiger and smashed them together. The results now stood before him, growling. Nope, not in front of him anymore. The thing had suddenly disappeared from his view.

He was only alerted by a small scraping sound from above, barely rolling out of the way before the creature came crashing down in the spot he had been in. It let out a small roar before appearing right in front of Bakmah in a flash. Teleportation. It could teleport.

Bakmah braced himself for the beast to...start rubbing against him. It purred as it pressed it’s body against his. “NO! No Snuffy! He’s mine. Go lay down!” Daemon appeared in the room beside them. Snuffy, as Daemon called it, let out a whine before walking a bit away from them and laying down, it’s tail flicking side to side. “Sorry. Forgot it was her mating season.”

"And what would have happened if it wasn't?" Asked Bakmah, staring at Snuffy.

“She would have probably tried to rip your throat out. That’s why I have her in this room. She is the most obedient of my creations. Make a good guard for the rest of the backlab.” Daemon trotted over and petted Snuffy, causing her to purr. “Aww. Poor little thing just wants some lovin.”

"You left me in a room with a creature that would probably try and kill, and succeed if it was immortal?"

“But she isn’t immortal, though, she does have quite the extended lifespan. A few thousand years is what I estimate. And she is only a few hundred years in, isn’t she?” Daemon began baby talking to the thing at the last part.

"That is both cute and slightly disturbing." said the drake with a small smile.

“Yes, the tiger part of her allowed her to mature quickly while her dragon part keeps her lifespan extended. I also snuck a bit of unicorn in there for some magic effects, hence the teleporting. She is quite the hunter with that.”

"Considering she used teleportation to try and get lucky with me, I don't doubt that for a minute."

“Speaking of that, I do need to try and breed her to see if she is fertile. It won’t do trying to make another one of her completely. I don’t get many chances to get a live dragon for experimenting. Don’t worry. The one I used was being hunted down anyway. Something about killing some hatchlings.”

"As long as I'm not subject to any of these experiments, I'm fine."

Daemon chuckled. “You haven’t minded my experiments on you so far.” She leaned against Snuffy while giving him a knowing wink.

"You know what I mean." He said with a roll of his eyes.

Daemon was silent for a moment before smiling. “Would you have done it?”

"What? Sleep with Snuffy?" He looked over at the creature. "Not sure. Not the only one to try and get lucky with me. I think you're the only one to succeed."

“Oh you naughty dragon. I wasn’t referring to that at all.” Daemon laughed. “I was talking about me experimenting on you, as long as it wasn’t life threatening.”

"Well...um...I guess? The last few 'experiments' have been more enjoyable then I would like to admit."

“So...” Daemon’s grin said it all. “If I hadn’t stopped Snuffy, you would have went ahead and fucked her?”

Bakmah blushed. "Maybe."

“No maybe about it. That tight, wet pussy begging to be stuffed with your thick dragon cock. Just wanting you to pound away at her until you spilled your seed inside. You couldn’t have denied that.”

Bakmah blushed as a bulge started to form in his panties. "You're being very vivid, aren't you?"

“Only as much as you’re wanting me to be!” Trilled Daemon as she walked over to the entrance. “Now come on and let’s get out of here before you fuck my pet. I am not willing to share you just yet.”

Bakmah sighed in relief, nodding in agreement. He soon found himself back in the main lab. "You better make up for trying to get me turned on by your pet." said the drake.

“Oh, there was no trying about it. Anyways, were you wanting to cock block me for the night.” Daemon pushed the door open. “Oh, did you not think I wasn’t watching and listening to you. Shouldn’t have said it out loud.”

"I..but.....oh come the fuck on! Now you're going to cock block me?"

Daemon just smiled and stuck out her tongue before exiting the room, but the sound of scales shifting on stone reminded he wasn’t alone.

"Oh, you are evil." said the drake with a sigh.

There was clicking of claws on the ground as Snuffy creeped towards Bakmah. It was quite obvious that she was going to try and continue her earlier course of action now that Daemon wasn’t here to stop her.

"Two horny dragons in a room. Totally won't lead to sex." muttered Bakmah.

A soft purr emanated from the dragon tiger mix as she rubbed against Bakmah’s side. She wrapped her tail around him as she made her way in front of him, laying on the ground with her rear slightly raised. Her tail swept back and forth excitedly as she looked back at him.

Bakmah bit his lip. Part of him wanted to walk out of the room and join Daemon back in the lab, but another part wanted to take the dragon tiger mix right there. It didn't help that Daemon gave him a huge boner and refused to help him with it the rest of the night.

Bakmah slowly started to roll up the dress to give him more room. He then grabbed his panties by the waist band and dropped them down to his ankles, his member flopping out as he did. He took a deep breath as what he was about to do set in.

Placing his claws on either side of the creature's flanks, slowly shuffling forward so his tip sat on her wet entrance. He could feel Snuffy shiver in anticipation as he prepared to enter.

A soft moan emanated from the mix as Bakmah slid into her. He let out a small groan as her virgin folds tightened around him as he ventured further. Snuffy began to whimper as his member pressed against a barrier.

Knowing he could deeper, Bakmah carefully pushed against it. It suddenly gave way as Snuffy let out a pained growl. The drake stopped and let the mix adjust to his length, not wanting to injure her. After awhile, he felt her relax and he pushed on.

Bakmah picked up on a steady pace, pumping into the wanting dragon tiger mix. Snuffy started to purr slightly as she leaned back, giving him more access. Bakmah slowly found himself getting lost in the fact that he was finally finding a release after his tiring and stressful day.

A moan escaped his lips as Snuffy started slamming her hips into his, picking up their pace. The complete amount of sensations around him were causing his vision started to go white. He hardly paid attention as his partner came.

A familiar pressure began to form in him, driving his pace to quicken. His partner seemed to notice and picked up her own pace to match his. He growled slightly as he tried to hold out for a while longer, but he was finding it impossible.

With a roar that shook the walls, he unleashed his seed into Snuffy, earning a growl in return. Bakmah slowly started to slump forward as he came down from his climax. It was only after he finished that he allowed himself to collapse to the ground.

“Sssso good.” The voice came out as a slight hiss. “Snuffy like you.” The dragon tiger mix turned to Bakmah with a smile. “Snuffy won’t kill you when you come in. You just visit Snuffy often.” She crawled up and gave him a lick on the cheek. “Snuffy likes the way you help her.” The tiger dragon mix got up and sauntered off, still visibly shaky from her recent orgasm. She went to the door of the opposite side and laid down there.

Bakmah slowly got his legs, wobbling slightly as he did. He grabbed his panties, which had fallen off at some point, put them back on, and pushed his skirt back into its proper place before trudging towards the door. He gave one last glance to the tiger dragon mix, only to find her head between her hind legs, licking up the excess of his mess.

Bakmah quickly exited the room, in fear of getting dragged into something else with Snuffy. Outside, he found Daemon dismissing Spike and AJ.

“Thank you for your assistance, Spike. Here are some gems. Just learn not to make fun of those who are different ok?” The little drake nodded, excited at the prospect of gaining a reward. Daemon gave him as many as he could carry, which was a lot with that outfit, and sent him off. “It’s a straight shot to the exit!” She smiled as he ran off.

Then she turned to AJ, who looked mighty nervous. “I would have thought you to have known better, but you did a good job anyways.” A bag appeared in the air next to Daemon. “These bits rightfully belong to you. I believe they may have been...misplaced.” Daemon shot a glance at Bakmah. “You can keep the dress and panties. I’ll see you around, Farmhoof.”

“Ah am not really sure whether your bein’ nice or still teasin’ me, but Ah’m gonna be optimistic an say you’re bein nice.” The farm pony tilted her hat and made off after Spike.

Crystal still sat in front of the liquid, it now a different colour. Daemon just chuckled. “You can go home, Crystal. All that is is some enchanted food colouring I made. It only turns white when the magic wears off.”

Crystal pulled herself up, giving Daemon a dead stare. “That’s just mean.” Daemon shrugged and motioned her over.

“I know, but it’s getting late. I’ll get you some good food to make up for it.” This made Crystal’s ears perk. “Now get home before a certain somepony starts worrying about you...and keep the dress and panties too. I don’t need them.” Crystal huffed but otherwise left.

Daemon turned to Bakmah wearing a blank expression. “Hmm. I guess you had yourself some fun.”

"It was either that or have a massive boner until morning. On the bright side, I don't have to worry about getting my throat ripped out getting in there." said the drake with a shrug.

“I’m sure.” Daemon turned around and made for the door. “I am quite tired. I’m gonna go to bed.” She stopped at the door and looked back at him. “Follow me or get stuck in here when I lock it.”

Bakmah hurriedly made for the exit as to not get stuck in the lab. "Yeah, not my favorite option."

They exited the lab only to come into the main hallway. All the doors were gone, save the one to Daemon’s bedroom. She simply walked to it without a word, Bakmah following right behind. Once inside Daemon’s room, the drake noticed Daemon’s massive bed had been replaced with one of a much smaller size.

Daemon trotted over and jumped on the bed, throwing the covers over her. The bed was just big enough to fit Daemon, leaving Bakma nowhere to lay but the floor.

"I'm sorry, alright. I'll try to make up to you, if you let me."

“Sorry?” Daemon looked back at him. “What are you sorry for?”

"It looks like you're pissed off at me for...um..you know." A blush crept onto his face as he started to remove his outfit.

“Giving it to Snuffy? No. I am not mad at that. I am not mad at all. Do you think you would even be here right now if I were angry? I am just very very disappointed, Bakmah.”

"Then that," he said as he sat himself on the floor. "Is my reason for saying sorry. For whatever I need to be sorry about. If I disappoint you, then I feel the need to apologize for it."

“And it rings hollow because you have no idea what you’re apologizing for, do you?” Daemon twisted around to face him, still wearing a blank expression.

"I can name a few after today's events. The orb, my actions around the ponies in town, the fact that I slept with Snuffy out of the need of release, or because I planned at denying you any because I was angry at the fact that you had me running around in a maids outfit. If I must apologize for all, I will."

“And not one of those reasons are why I am disappointed at you for.” Daemon sat up in the bed, taking a deep breath. “Do you want to know why I am disappointed?”

"I would." said the drake, worried.

“I’t because even after I said I wasn’t ready to share you, you ignored me and gave yourself to another. I don’t care that it was Snuffy. You could have had her anytime you both wanted to after I was ready to share. That’s not the only reason. It also disappoints me that after all the loops I put you through today, I would not have a reward ready for you. You assumed I cut you off and you sought out another source of relief. I am not that cruel.”

The drake stammered, shocked as the effects of his choices were shown to him. "I...I..." He let out a sigh and slumped forward. "No. Sorry can't fix this. Neither does ignoring it." He fell onto his back and clasped his face in his claws. "Why am I so fucking stupid?"

“Because you have yet to learn how a mare feels, Bakksy. You do not have to sleep on the floor as long as you understand why I am disappointed.” Daemon pointed to a bed the was not previously there at the opposite wall. “Just for your comfort, I’ll also say this. As with I am not angry, I am also not hurt by your actions. But still, I think sleeping without me next to you for tonight will be a good thing. Alright?”

Bakmah got up off the floor, a few pops emanating from his back. "No promises." The drake trudged over to other bed before climbing into it. He let his head lay on the pillow as he stared the ceiling. "I'm still going to say Sorry one more time." he said with small smirk.

“And I accept that apology now. Goodnight, Bakksy.” Daemon laid down and covered up again.

Bakmah smiled softly before accepting that was as far as he would get for the night. He had no idea how the next day would go between them, but for now, he succumbed himself to Luna's Realm of Dreams.

Chapter Six

Bakmah noticed that, for once, he woke up extremely tired despite the sleep he had gotten. The drake sat up in his bed to find himself alone in Daemon's room, the mare more than likely already up.

The drake threw his feet of the bed and stood, a series of pops emanating from his back from all yesterday's....activities. He sighed as he made his way to the door stopping to read the note pinned on it.

What will happen after you exit this room is of your own doing, Bakksy. Have fun~ Bakmah stared at the note then at the door.

"I swear, if it's another maid outfit..." The drake opened the door and took a step into the hall, instantly getting hit with a wave of magic that made him fall back into the room. He groaned as he sat up, a tingling sensation running through his body.

"The hell wa..." He froze as the voice that came out of his mouth was not his own, but in fact a few octaves higher. It was that of a dragoness. He fearfully let his claws travel down to his crotch, hoping to find what would be his junk. Instead, the first thing he felt was a clit. His clit.

"What the fuck?!" He shouted, ripping his claw away from his nether regions. He winced as his now higher voice pierced his ears. He heard laughter from down the hall. He immediately stood and ran towards it.

"You!" He shouted as he turned into the main hall of the castle. "Where the hell is my junk?!"

Daemon grinned as she sat in the middle of the hall. “It’s between your legs. Just like my junk is between mine. Or were you wanting to be a little more specific with that sentence?”

"Where. Is. My. Dick!"

“I. Made. It. Into. A. Vagina.” Daemon giggled as she finished. “I do believe this well suites the... situation that happened yesterday.”

"Wait, you turned me into a dragoness because I don't understand how a mare works?" Said Bakmah, his(her) eye twitching.

“And I have found the best way of learning is through practice.” Daemon walked up to Bakmah, throwing her hooves around and kissing the new dragoness. “And don’t worry. Male or female, I do both.” She winked at her(him) before letting Bakmah go.

The drake sighed. “And I’m guessing you are going to try and get me out in public again, aren’t you?” Asked Bakmah with a sigh.

“Remember the note? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but do you really think it’s right to stay in the castle and sulk? Every new experience makes us stronger than before. Wouldn’t you agree, Bakksy?”

The drake groaned, rubbing his temples. “I would probably go insane sitting in here anyways. I’ll just have to hope I don't have a repeat of yesterday. I’ll change my name if I have to.” said the drake, trudging over to the exit. “I suppose I’ll be doing this alone?” He asked.

“Actually, you look quite a bit different. And you won’t be going alone if you don’t want to. I need a bit of fresh air every now and again too.”

“W-will you join me? I still need a proper showing through town, plus I’m still hesitant on the dragoness thing.” said Bakmah.

“Sure. I could change myself into a stallion too. OH! Wanna rutt in the middle of town? I’ve always wanted to do that. See what they all do.” Daemon grinned deviously.

Bakmah opened his(her) mouth then closed it, pointing a claw at Daemon. “You will be a stallion and with a different name. I don’t feel like hearing ponies telling me my marefriend was having lesbian sex in the middle of town with some dragoness.” said the drake as he(she) started up the steps.

“Oh? I am your marefriend now? Who decided this?” Daemon poked at Bakmah’s tail as she followed the dragoness(dragon) up the stairs.

“We are not having this conversation now.” said the drake, dragging a claw over his(her) face. “Can you sit on that until after we scar foals for life?”

“Why of course, my darling.” A deep smooth voice drifted into Bakmah’s ears. “I see you wish to go through with the plan then?”

“Why yes, Mister.” said Bakmah with giggle. “So what name of choice did you decide on, dear?”

“I am quite fond of the name Donovan. And what should I call you by, darling?”

“Hmm. Thera was my sister, so thats out of the question. I’ll go with Akara, dear.”

“Akara? It does have quite the ring to it.” Donovan chuckled. “Hopefully the townsponies won’t see through the ruse.”

“Please, I’m a lot sexier than that ‘Bakmah’ character.” said Akara with a giggle.

“You are definitely a lot sleeker. A natural grace all dragonesses have. Oh, I wonder what Snuffy would think of you now.”

Akara grimaced. “You are not going to let me live the fact that I fucked your pet before you were ready, are you?” She asked, looking back at Donovan.

Donovan was actually very different looking than Daemon, only sharing her colour pallette. His mane had a touch of spikiness to it. He had a very well groomed goatee on his face as well. His body was more muscled than Daemon’s but still held a litheness to it as he walked. Where Daemon’s tail could fully touch the ground, Donovan’s came just short of touching it but still held to it’s original style. “I am not going to let you live down that you thought you were fucking a pet, actually. Seems my Akksy is into a lot of things. My new form especially huh?”

“Hush.” said Akara, a blush crawling onto her face. “I’ve been getting to all these weird fetishes as of late after a certain somepony picked me out in the middle of their ‘fuck me’ time.” The dragoness crossed her arms with a pout as they travelled out of the forest and into the clearing by the town.

Donovan hopped in front of Akara. “And you have enjoyed every single one of them. You can’t deny that. It’s almost scary what you find you enjoy when you let it happen, isn’t it?”

“It’s even scarier that you are doing them with somepony who seems to like every fetish over the horizon and then some.” said Akara with a smirk.

“I get bored quite easily, my darling Akksy. And I have lived a long time. It would have been prudent if I wasn’t a bit deviant from the norm, now wouldn’t it? Almost like a four thousand year old virgin dragon.” A teasing grin was place on show for the dragoness.

“I just didn’t have a very wanting mare hump my knuckles.” said Akara with a smirk. “But yes, its disturbing how I stayed a virgin for that long.”

“Yes. Now, where would you like to rutt at in the town square? I was thinking on the back of that Celestia statue in the Square. It would sure spread a message or two.”

“You sure don’t like her, don’t you?” said Akara with a chuckle. “Alright. I’m not all for most of her attempts to control the dragon race’s migration routes and locations.”

“Then it’s decided. That way, it’ll be harder for ponies to try and stop us too. I am sure we’ll be the clop fantasy of quite a few mares and stallions tonight. Are you fine with that? Are you fine with them pleasuring themselves with the images of me stuffing your wet, wanting slit full of my cock?”

“Donny, dear, I have walked through this town in a very showy maid outfit. Plus, I had by far the most ugliest dragoness publicly confess she loved me, going into disturbing detail and as far to point out my name written above her clit. I don’t give a shit what they fantasize about me.”

“Good, because a few have already clopped to you in that maid’s outfit more than likely.“ Donovan chuckled. “So, anything you’re wanting to do first? Probably won’t be welcome in the town after the rutting.”

“Hmm. Would it be too much to take a beautiful dragoness on a small date before you rutt her senseless?” Asked Akara, batting her eyelashes.

“Why of course!” Donovan took a hold of Akara’s claw. “You’ll find I am quite skill at pleasing in many different ways.” He kept the dragoness’ gaze as he softly kissed her claw.

"Such a Gentlecolt!" Said Akara with a giggle.

“As one should be in the presence of such radiance. Now, let’s enjoy each others company as we make our way to an eatery.” Donovan held out a hoof, letting Akara take the lead.

Akara hummed to herself as she scanned the buildings. Despite so rudely having her dragon hood removed from her body, she was actually enjoying herself. She pushed aside her worries for the moment. "Oh, I can't decide where to go, Donny dear."

“Just choose whatever is your favorite, Akksy darling. Bits are not an issue while I am with you.” Donovan seemed to take pride in making a passing mare blush with just a smile. “I have almost forgotten how easy it is.” He muttered to himself.

Akara hummed to herself as she scanned the shops and restaurants around them. The square had small cafés to expensive fancy restaurants scattered around. While she knew Donovan said bits weren't an issue, she decided to go with a more middle class cafe, guiding the unicorn with a giggle.

“Ah yes. I hear this place has the best grilled mushroom sandwiches in town. Maybe even Canterlot. I do believe I am going to have myself one of those and a tall glass of tea. I am afraid that the menu across town isn’t dragon friendly though. I should have mentioned that first.”

"I doubted they were in the first place. One hardly sees dragons in a town that aren't trying to destroy it. Oh well." The dragoness snapped her claws and caused a small pouch to appear. "I got a good amount of gems to sprinkle on whatever I get. Might as well be that sandwich you mentioned. Never really tried mushroom."

“Then it is a treat your tastebuds are missing out on entirely, my darling Akksy. Please, let me sit you down.” Donovan lead her to the cafe, choosing a table and getting them settled. “Oh yes, what are you going to quench your thirst with? I forgot to ask.”

“Not sure. I’m pretty sure they don’t serve alcohol, so I might just go with tea.” said Akara with a thoughtful hum.

“Matching meals then?” It was about that time a waiter showed up. “Hello there, good sir. For today, me and my ladyfriend would a grilled mushroom sandwich and a glass of cool tea each. Thank you.”

The waiter jotted down the order, eyeballing Akara a bit before marching off. “He seemed quite wary of you, did he not, Akksy?”Donovan grinned widely at the dragoness across the table.

"So? I'm a bit used to it after traveling as much as I do and as many ponies I have seen."

“Even still.” Donovan took a deep breath and looked across the cafe. “I remember a time when I was looked at that way. It was rather annoying. Everypony on edge as you walk about. It grew wearisome. It is why I opted to go into seclusion unlike my sisters.”

"I just moved from place to place. I've probably been through this part of Equestria ten times in my lifespan. We just have different ways of running away from judgement." Akara traced the outline of the table. "Being the sole survivor of a family of supposedly impossible to kill dragons doesn't spread to well through gossip."

“I would suppose it wouldn’t.” Donovan put a hoof on her claw. “But you should have no worries on me judging you.”

The waiter came up with their food and drink at that moment. He stared at Donovan’s hoof on Akara’s claw a moment before clearing his throat. “Your order sir and... madam.” He pause a moment before setting Akara’s food in front of her, turning away briskly and getting back to other orders.

"I know." said Akara as she pulled out a couple of gems from her pouch, crumbling them in her claws. "The only ones alive to know what happened well enough are you, Celestia, and Luna. Anyone else just heard tales from grandparents." She sighed as she placed the shards inside the sandwich. "It just hurts that the rumors are true enough, if not exaggerated."

Donovan took a bite of his sandwich, thinking for a second. “Remember and grieve but never let yourself live in the past. The future holds many opportunities at a fulfilling life. You just have to look for those to make it so.”

"It's funny how someone four thousand years old is asking for advice from someone else on how to live with immortality and grief." said Akara with a smirk, taking a bite of her own sandwich. She paused, staring at the sandwich in her claws. "This....this is awesome!" Exclaimed the dragoness before taking another bite.

“Like I said, best grilled mushroom sandwiches.” Donovan took another bite of his sandwich. “So, I was wondering Akksy. Why are you indulging this little notion of mine? Of rutting on the Celestia statue? Is it only because you don’t look like you?”

“That helps make this easier to get away with, yes, but it isn’t the entire reason why.” She chased down her bite with a sip of tea. “I can assure you it wouldn’t matter if I was a dragoness or a drake. Its for...personal reasons.” Another sip.

“What kind of personal reasons?” Asked Donovan. Akara paused for a moment before setting down her sandwich.

“You don’t like Celestia because of what she did to you, I hate her because she denied Thera medical assistance even after I explained to her how our lives work as Dragon Gods.” A bite out of her sandwich. “Yes, I blame Wraythe for dealing the blow, but I blame Celestia for sealing her fate. I doubt she even thinks I’m alive considering I had a gash in my side last we talked.” Akara closed her eyes as she sipped her tea. “That and I’m curious how it feels for the other party.” she said with a smirk.

Donovan shook his head. “You have it wrong. I don’t hate Celestia. I don’t even dislike her. I understand why she did what she did even though I do not agree with the methods she used.” He brought the glass of tea to his lips, taking a long slow drink.

"Sometimes we act without thinking." said Akara, taking a bite out of her sandwich. "I could have reasoned with my brother, made him see that killing us was not the answer, but I beheaded him. Am I wrong in saying that this is similar to how Celestia acted?"

“If you are referring to what Celestia did with me, then yes, you would be wrong. Celestia acted out of love...and fear. She was not unknown to many types of fear, as Discord instilled a lot. The fear I introduced to her was one she simply could not bear.” Donovan finished off his tea before looking down at his half eaten sandwich. “Would you like the rest of that?”

Akara shrugged. "Not appropriate to let food go to waste." said the dragoness as she pulled the unfinished sandwich over to her. "So is watching to see how others react the only reason you want to rutt me in town square?"

“No. Rutting you in town square is the reason I want to rutt you in town square. That and knowing how Celestia will squirm because we’re doing it on her statue. Like I said, I don’t hate her, but I do love to see ponies squirm.” Donovan chuckled.

"Might as well enjoy doing it then." said Akara with a laugh. They lapsed into silence as she finished her meal. Once she was down, she stacked the cups and plates together before placing them in the center. "So," said Akara as she stood. "Anything else we should do before scarring the minds of foals?"

Donovan thought for a moment. “Hmm. We could go and see if Rarity would make a dress for you.”

"Fine by me. I actually like this form more than I thought I would." said Akara, following behind Donovan. "Damnit, Donovan. Look at all the fetishes you are getting me into!" The dragoness crossed her arms with a pout.

"I didn't get you into anything. I just introduced them to you." said Donovan with a grin. “You had the option to say no at any one of them.”

"Shush." The dragoness picked up her pace. "Let's just get my dress, fuck, and head home. This day has been eventful enough as it is and we haven't gotten to the main reason we came here!" said Akara.

The rest of the walk to Carousel Boutique was rather quiet. Akara slowly to began to relax, her head slowly resting on that of Donovan's, her smaller stature now allowing her so. She let out a content sigh.

"This may actually be the best date I've ever been on." said Akara with a thoughtful hum. "Most of the time they are too busy trying to impress me to either get in bed, for me to allow them into the heavens above when they die, or just out of the fear I would kill them if I wasn't impressed. Then there are the socially awkward, the generally awkward, the creepy, the stalkers, the slightly insane, the list goes on. I swear I have the worst dating history on this universe."

"And you’ve believe me to have not done any of this?” Donovan chuckled. “Maybe I am just better at hiding it.” Akara stuck her tongue out at the stallion.

"I just don't put too much thought in the world, too much. Someone would ask, I'd say yes. First date goes bad, I don't call up on another. I'll be somewhere miles away the next week anyways, wandering the world." said the dragoness. "Which reminds me, I think it's been long enough to reinstall Dragon Gods into common draconian knowledge. I've been rather disappointed in them as of late."

"Why do you say that?" Asked Donovan.

"Why? One didn't prove their prowess by raiding the nests of dangerous mythical creatures like a dumbass, for example." said Akara. "Back when my father was a fact, not myth, we had more logical challenges for prowess." She paused. "And a lot of the dragons of today are fat and lazy or thin and aggressive. None of them seem to have heard of the term 'well-being'. My father would have smacked today's youth."

"You seem fond of your father." observed Donovan. Akara scoffed.

"The exact opposite. He ignored me and Thera because we were only minor gods. He also believed in breeding control." The dragoness grimaced. "When she was around 14, ready to hit her first cycle, which is monthly for dragons, father took Thera and had her spaded by hand while she was awake. He made me and my brothers watch as he tore out her ovaries while holding her down so she didn't thrash around too much.

"He was the biggest hard ass you could call a father and would ignore you if you didn't live up to his expectations. The only one to gain his full attention was Wrayrhe. It's ironic since he was the one to deal the death blow." said Akara.

“Interesting...” Donovan scratched his chin. “Why didn’t you just leave him? Take him out sooner? Seems to me like someone like that would be a priority to take down.” Donovan suddenly stopped, putting a hoof to his head. “I can’t...I can’t remember where I was during this time.”

"Hmm. Seems like you are limited to a thirty five hundred year time frame for memory. Both times I brought up my past, you couldn't remember anything." Akara scowled. "I hate not being able to help with anything." She shook her head as they continued.

"As to why I didn't do anything, I never had the chance. I was either doing some sort of experiment with Thera or out being a crown representative across the dragon nations. Me and Thera were actually on Equestria territory not far from the old castle when we were attacked." The dragoness grew somber.

"I reached the castle by nightfall and requested assistance. It was denied because I attacked hunters for trying to kill Thera. Celestia was convinced that if we were actually Dragon Gods and were as immortal as we say we are, a blade wound should not be fatal. A few hours later, I was digging a grave outside castle walls." Akara sighed. "Since then, I walk to forget."

“Well, I can’t blame what she did. She might have just been too familiar with our immortality. She was much younger and more closed minded then as well. We can only truly be killed if either our souls are...for simplicities sake, shredded or our celestial bodies are destroyed. either would mean death for the celestial body as well.” A large grin spread across his face. “Or it used to back then.”

"Yes, I can't forget the mare who cheated supposed death." Akara chuckled, rolling her eyes. "She has gotten a bit better since the last time we met, in my normal body that is. I've met her plenty of times before in the guise of a pony for...personal reasons." The boutique was in view by now.

"And what reasons are those?" Asked Donovan, a smirk playing on his features. Akara tsked at him.

"You will learn one day, Donny. I need to make a visit to sunbutt soon if I plan on making Dragon Gods an actual religion base again." said Akara with a small smirk.

“Just don’t plan on making it a popular choice among ponies. I doubt her and Lulu would much appreciate or allow that. “

"The ponies would be too scared anyways. No, the trouble is transporting what I need from Canterlot out of it. It has gotten...larger over time, both the item and the city." Akara shook her head. "I may try tomorrow, but for now, I think I need a dress." The dragoness motioned at the boutique that they finally arrived at.

"So, got anything in mind for what I'm being fitted for?" Asked Akara as they entered the boutique. "Something more publicly appropriate, I hope?"

“Yes. I was thinking something a bit more formal and flowing. Something to show off your eyes and accents.” Donovan winked at her before walking up to the door and knocking.

"Aren't you a flatterer." commented the dragoness with a smirk. "If I didn't know better, I would say you're planning ahead for something."

“I’ve learned that it’s always good to have plans for the future, no matter how big or small they are. And it’s also healthy to never expect those plans to unfold just as you wish them to.” Donovan banged on the door again. “Come on, Rarity. You can finish once we’re gone.”

"She always busy like this?" The dragoness tried to get a peek through the window. "And isn't this a public business?"

Donovan jiggle the handle of the door, showing it was locked. “I admit that every mare deserves a break to clop, but she should have put up a sign first.” He banged on the door again, this time getting an answer.

“YES! I will be there in just a moment.”

"Now I'm actually am convinced she was masturbating in there." The dragoness blinked. "It's actually creepy you were correct. Do you just stalk everypony Ponyville?" Asked the dragoness.

“I don’t stalk. I just simply know the actions of the ponies and beings around me. It’s a part of what I am. That’s not to say it’s completely perfect, there are ways to hide yourself. But when a pony is going at it like she was... Nopony was hiding that.” Donovan looked back at Akara with a smile as there was the sound of hoofsteps inside. “Why do you think I locate myself in the Everfree?”

"Because your orgasms cause earthquakes?" Asked Akara with a raised eyebrow.

“No. It’s because I would never get any sleep living in town.”

The door swung open to a smiling, but slightly annoyed looking Rarity. “H-hello. I am sorry about that. I thought for sure I had put a sign up.” Rarity’s eyes darted to a sign lying beside the door.

“Oh no, my dear.” Donovan took Rarity’s hoof in his. “The apologies are all mine.” He kissed it lightly, causing Rarity to blush before releasing her hoof. “I am in quite a fix. I required a dress for my friend here tomorrow and I was directed to your establishment. I was informed that you were the best at what you do. From what I see, I can only assume that is true.”

“O-oh. Um, yes. I am...I wouldn’t claim the title of best, but I do suppose I am quite good.” Rarity’s blush only seemed to deepen. “I could make the dress after I get some measurements, but such a rush order would cost quite a few bits and-”

Rarity was hushed with a hoof being placed lightly on her lips. “Money is not an issue. I would pay a mountain of bits to see a product of such a beautiful mind finished in such a timely manner.” Donovan moved his hoof to under her chin, lifting it up just a bit. “So, I trust you have such skill to finish it?”

Rarity could only nodded as Donovan let his hoof fall away. “I-I have to go get my...stuff for measurements. Please excuse me.” Rarity turned around and stumbled off.

"And I am not ready to share you." said Akara with a huff as she strolled into the lobby. "Not saying you would, but I would like to throw that out there."

Donovan laughed as he followed her. “Indeed. Maybe you would like to share her together though. I am sure a few words could convince her to share a bed with both of us. Does that sound appealing to you, or would you rather have another pony?”

"Hmm. Depended if we have enough time to do that and have our little affair on Sunbutt's statue." said Akara with a smirk. "Though, she better not hog you. That's my stallion meat and I intend to keep that way until we become our proper genders."

“But it would be perfect timing. After we were finished with her, we could have a proper rutting on the back of the statue in the fading light of the setting sun. Romantic, yes?” He stepped in front of Akara to stare her in the eyes.

"I'm sure you would make public sex romantic some how, Donny." The mare giggle before braving herself with a kiss on the stallion's forehead.

“I know I could. That still leaves the question unanswered.” He turned his back to Akara, looking at her from over his shoulder. “Do you want the mare?”

Akara bit her lip. "I'm not sure. The last time I took someone that wasn't you didn't take well. It didn't even have emotion to it." She rubbed her temples with a sigh. "I want to at least feel some emotion when I have sex."

“Aw. Still harping on Snuffy? I am sure she enjoyed it.” He let out a small laugh. “But that’s beside the point. I will be there with you during this. It’s not like before. Ultimately, the choice lies with you, like the note said. Better choose soon, she is on her way back..”

Aura sighed as she heard the sound of hoofsteps on stairs. "The evening sex better be good." said the dragoness with a smirk before turning towards the stairs as Rarity finished descending.

"Well, I must say, Lady Rarity, your selection of dresses are simply gorgeous." said Akara with an amazed tone as she motioned to some of the finished works. "I have to agree with Donny when he said we came to the right place. I am very grateful to have such a beautiful mare making me an equally gorgeous dress." The dragoness beamed over at the blushing mare.

“Well said, dear Akksy.” Donovan watched as Rarity walked over with a measuring tape. “You’ll need to stand up straight so she’ll be able to measure everything, Akksy. Wouldn’t want her getting a measurement wrong.”

Akara smirked as she straightened out herself, her tail lifting itself to give a view of her virgin snatch. "Is this alright, dear?" Asked Akara, her eyes flashing with amusement.

"Oh yes, I believe that is perfect." Donovan looked over at Rarity as she resisted the urge to look any further down than Akara's stomach. "What says you, Lady Rarity?"

Rarity bit her lip as she reluctantly stepped back from Akara to get a decent view of the dragoness. Her slim figure gave her a well trimmed body, a sign of a fit woman. Her grey scales were beautifully accented by the light pouring in the windows. It also helped light up the damp spot between her legs that was on perfect display.

“Do you need me to take the measurements?”

Donovan’s voice seemed to bring Rarity out of her trance. “Oh no. I can get it.” The fashionista took the measuring tape by hoof as her magic seemed to be faltering a bit. She began wrapping the tape around the dragoness’ waist. Just as she took the measurement, she gasped as she suddenly felt his weight on her back, taking her hooves into his.

“Have you thought of what kind of dress you will make her?” He whispered seductively into the unicorn’s ear. He lifted one of her hooves, taking it and making it trail along Akara’s side. “These scales are smooth and beautiful, so the type and colour of the fabric should definitely match that, but...” He brought Rarity’s hoof to Akara’s belly. “These are soft and have a uniqueness about them. So something that would bring them out would be fabulous.” He smiled as the white mare offered no resistance as he made her hoof trail lower and lower.

"Don't be shy, now." said Akara, spreading her legs a bit more. "I won't bite....much."

“Actually, this might be easier if you were on your back, Akksy dear.”

Akara blinked before complying with the stallion's wishes, her tail gently swishing from side to side in anticipation. "Better?"

“Beautifully.” He moved Rarity and himself over the dragoness’ lower half. He lifted Rarity’s hooves, making her massage the inside of Akara’s legs before sliding one to her moist slit. “How does she feel?” He asked while making Rarity rub up and down.

“She feels marvelous.” Rarity half moaned. Donovan smiled as he let go of the unicorn’s hooves, watching her still take care of Akara. The stallion pulled away from Rarity, showing he was at full mast. He was the same length but a bit thicker than when Daemon had grown herself one.

Why Rarity had been moaning was quite obvious as the top of Donovan’s length was covered in her juices from him grinding against her. He walked over and close to Akara’s head. “Would you mind cleaning me off, dear? Seems our host has made a mess of me.”

Akara smirked before giving his tip a small kiss. "I would be delighted." said the dragoness softly before engulfing the head of his member in her mouth.

“Ah. Always so eager to please me.” Donovan chuckled before closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of Akara’s mouth. Rarity had stopped to watch the exchange. When it was over, she brought her head between the dragoness’ legs, using her hooves to spread Akara before taking little licks at her clit.

Akara moaned as a wave of a new form of pleasure washed over her, causing Donovan’s member to twitch in her mouth. The stallion placed his hooves on her head, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. “Is this everything you wanted it to be, dear Akksy?” asked Donovan, not actually expecting an answer as he watched her head bob up and down with her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft.

Rarity lifted her head up for a moment, taking a deep breath before burying her muzzle into Akara’s sex, her tongue exploering the dragoness’ depths. Akara’s hips bucked at the new sensation, moaning in response.

“Ah! Teeth! TEETH!” Donovan started pulling up on her head. She blushed, momentarily forgetting what she had in her mouth as she began to bite down due to the pleasure. She pulled him from her mouth with a weak smile, giving him a tender lick.

“Sorry.”

“Tis fine. I am glad to see you’re enjoying this.” He looked over to Rarity, who was clopping herself as she ate Akara out. “But it seems we might have been rude guests, leaving our host to please herself. What do you think we should do to change this?”

"Well, we can't be doing all the work. Suppose you can help her?" Asked Akara with a smirk.

“And how do you think I should do this? There are so many possibilities and this is your day to decide.” Donovan looked down at Akara with a knowing smile.

"Well, I wasn't exactly done yet," Akara smirked as she motioned for him to lay on his side. "I think the three of us can take care of one another."

Donovan followed Akara’s instruction. “I enjoy the way you think, dear. “

"Is that the only thing you enjoy about me?" Asked the dragoness, kissing his tip once again.

“There are a multitude of things I enjoy about you, Akksy.” Donovan’s horn lit up, lifting Rarity up and turning her around.

“Ah!” Rarity yelled out at the sudden interruption. “You could have just asked me to turn around. You didn’t have to handle me like that.” She used a hoof to continue on Akara as she looked back at the two.

“From what I see, you enjoyed that quite a bit.” Rarity just blushed, turning her head to focus on the task at hoof. Donovan smiled before lifting the mare’s tail, giving Akara a full view. “Look. She keeps every part of her prim and proper.”

Akara chuckled. "A lady must keep herself well groomed, Donny."

“Indeed, just as any gentlecolt must.” There was a small huff from Rarity. “What is it, Rarity darling? I thought you would love to be the center of attention like this?”

“I didn’t have quite this in mind.” The mare blushed deeper.

“But you look beautiful. Just so...” Donovan leaned closer to the mare’s folds, causing Rarity to tense up as he breathed on her sex. “Tastefully appealing.” He leaned in, dipping his tongue into the mare’s dripping honeypot, running it in circle in her entrance.

"Come on, deary. I need taking care of too." whined Akara. "No fair that you and Donny get all the fun."

“Yes, Rarity. You should make sure your guests are taken care of.” The mare nodded, her head making its way back between the dragoness’ legs. Donovan looked at Akara, moving his hips to make his member wiggle. “Would you mind, dear? Only with a little less teeth involved?” He winked at her before getting back to work on Rarity.

Akara snorted before giving his tip a small lick and engulfing it in her mouth, making sure to keep her jaw wider apart. Akara moaned slightly as she pushed more of his length into her mouth.

Akara could feel a magical grasp take ahold of her head, suddenly pushing her all the way down on Donovan. She could feel as the stallion’s member entered her throat, it entering smoothly and surprisingly not causing her to gag.

Her eyes darted up to Donovan’s, who just gave her another wink. She chalked it up to another one of his spells.

She could feel the magic lift her head and bring her back all the way down, starting a steady rhythm of it. The act was actually more pleasing than she thought it would have been, especially with the mare working at her nethers.

A bout of moans came from the fashionista, her rhythm against Akara’s sex faltering. It was obvious that the mare was either about to or had already started cumming. Due to the fact of how hard Donovan was working his mouth against her folds, the latter was more likely.

She felt the mare quiver, all but stopping in her ministrations before finally collapsing against the dragoness. This didn’t go well with Akara. She wasn’t anywhere near finishing and Rarity did not seem like she would be up to the task anytime soon.

Hooves replaced the magic that held her head. “Don’t worry, Akksy. I seemed to have gotten a bit carried away but you’ll get what you want.” He licked the mare’s juices from his lips as he pumped the dragoness’ head up and down. “But...I am getting too close to stop this. You’re just too good.”

She could feel his cock twitch in her mouth as his tip started to flare. This prevented him from going in her throat anymore but at the same time, she could pull him out of her mouth. Akara braced herself for what was about to come.

She winced a bit as the first shot hit the back of her throat before it began filling her mouth. She realized the salty, but slightly sweet, tasting cum had nowhere to to go, unable to dribble out of her mouth because of his flare. She quickly swallowed the load before another came, filling her mouth again.

She sat there, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his seed, only remembering now in which the volume that he came. His flare slowly went away, though she held her lips around he still came. The warmth of his seed in her belly a strangely satisfying sensation.

The stream of his cum suddenly stopped as he pulled himself out of her mouth. “Now, Akksy darling. It would be incredibly rude if we denied our gracious host a taste.” It was apparent his focus as he kept his magic around the length of his shaft to keep him from spilling what he had left. Akara merely smiled and nodded.

She watched as he moved around and positioned himself in front of Rarity. Rarity lazily lifted her head, opening her mouth before Donovan stuffed himself inside her muzzle. Akara watched hungerly as Rarity’s throat worked to swallow the rest Donovan had to offer.

It seemed to prove a much more daunting task to the unicorn than it did the dragoness. The stallion’s seed began to dribble down her chin and onto Akara, rolling a down and finding a place of rest in her slit.

“This isn’t helping my problem, Donny.” said Akara with a slight moan. Her claws itched to reach between her legs and to massage her aching clit. Donovan smirked as he pulled himself out of the unicorn’s mouth.

“Well, Miss Rarity, I think it would only be proper if you treat your guest, wouldn’t you agree?” Asked Donovan as he sat on the dragoness’ tail. While Rarity began working at Akara’s clit, Donovan his tip against her anus below. He looked over Rarity with a smile. “Bring back memories?”

“Yes, and I remember a large mess on the carpet the next morning.” said Akara, biting her lip.

“Yes, but it was easily cleaned up. Not but a moment with magic at hoof.” He pressed a little harder against the dragoness’ lovely ass.

“Yes...and the activities leading up to the mess were divine.” moaned Akara at the dual sensations.

“Indeed they were.” Donovan grinned as he lined himself up properly before penetrating her. the mix of their saliva and his lingering seed allowed him to slide into her easily. “Still as tight and warm as before, my dear.” said Donovan as he lightly rocked is hips back and forth in order to bury himself deeper into her anus.

“I had the feeling you liked it tight and warm.” said Akara, biting her lip. “I was right, yes?” A moan rolled out of her lips as she let her head fall back. “Keep this up and I might not make it to our later appointment.”

“You are right about that.” Donovan kept his eyes on Rarity’s workings as he began to take longer strokes, almost hilting in the dragoness now. “I can guarantee that even after all this, you’ll still want to scratch a certain itch at our next destination.”

"I hope so." Another moan tore out of her throat. "Definitely won't be walking anytime soon."

“I hope that is an exaggeration.” Donovan let his head fall back in the sheer pleasure of her muscle tightening around his member. “We must be off very soon after this or else we miss our time in the twilight.”

"Oh, I won't be long." Akara bit her lip as the familiar pressure of an orgasm started to form.

Donovan could feel her getting close. “Time for something a bit different, yes?” He didn’t wait for her answer. The stallion wrapped his hooves around the dragoness’ waist before slamming into her without restraint. He didn’t stop there, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming into her again. He made a pace of this, fucking Akara’s ass mercilessly.

Akara let out a scream, almost cumming from the ass fucking. She bit her lip and dug her claws into the lush carpeting. Rarity's only warning was a ear piercing scream before the dragoness erupted her juices covering the unicorn's face and chin.

Donovan ignored the cumming of his partner as his own orgasm came, shooting his seed into Akara as he hilted himself in her depths. The dragoness' eyes rolled into her head in bliss as she let herself be filled. Rarity watched the exchange with a glazed look as she licked some of Akara's cum off of her face.

Donovan let out a sigh of relief when he finally stopped cumming. He slowly pulled himself out of Akara, but kept his tip pressed against her to staunch any of his seed from flowing out and making a mess. “Well, I believed we all had quite the enjoyable time.”

His horn lit up and the dragoness could feel his magic working on her lower hole before a scrap of paper and a bag appeared in the air next to his head. “Now, to the business.” Rarity nodded lazily. “Here is Akara’s measurements, along with a surplus of bits to cover any costs.” Donovan raised a brow

“I will leave all this here for you to begin when you feel like dealing with all this.” Donovan moved from his spot on Akara’s tail, swiftly picking the fashionista up. Nothing leaked from Akara thanks to Donovan’s spell, which made her just a bit miffed that he hadn’t used it on the other occasion.

Donovan set the exhausted unicorn on a nearby couch, along with the paper and bits. “I leave you to your muses, Lady Rarity. My Akksy and me have another place to be.” He turned to Akara with a smile. “Are you ready?”

"As ready as a mare who just took it to the ass will ever be." Akara groaned as she sat up. "Anything I should expect since I will be a complete virgin when you take me?" She asked, standing.

He held out a hoof to her for support. “I heard that it always hurts just a bit the first time, but considering our past escapades, I think you enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure.” Akara stuck her tongue out at him.

"Your fault, also. Now I'm becoming a masochist and a perv." said Akara with a roll of her eyes.

“Not my fault. You’ve always had those desires inside you. I simply showed them to you. Are you really going to complain about me making things so much more titillating for you?”

"It gives me something better to do than jerk it to thoughts of what I am complaining about." said Akara with a smirk.

Donovan opened the door to Rarity’s shop, looking back at the mare on the couch. Luckily she didn’t seem to have heard what Akara had said. “Well then, my DEAR. Shall we depart?”

Akara blinked before nodding, following behind the stallion as they walked out into the dying light. "I think the lighting might actually make our deed more romantic than I thought." commented the dragoness.

“That is what I planned for.” Donovan walked side by side with Akara. “I thought maybe I would make the lady’s first time a bit special. Just a little icing on the proverbial cake, so to speak.” He looked around at the other ponies in the streets. “We should just be in time as everypony makes their way home.”

“Well, we will be a very interesting dinner table topic." said Akara with a chuckle. "'Hey babe, how was your day?' 'Oh, you know, the same old same old. Go to work, deal with a few assholes, see a dragon and stallion going at it in the middle of town. It was a good day.'"

“Yes! This is exactly what I wish for them to understand. Even when I secluded myself to the castle, I still had to deal with the guards and servant deciding to have a bit of fun. Sure, Luna has to see it too, but only in the dreamscape. I have to deal with it when any animals in my vicinity decide to partake in a carnal activities. You can’t imagine what hours the fancy strikes them! Then of course I would get horny in return and it became one big cycle.”

"Damn. I guess I have it easier being both a minor god and a guy....usually."

“Well, when you’re the mistress of creation, it likes to alert you when such things are being done. An annoyance I could do without.” Donovan stopped and pointed at a nearby house. “Two stallions and a mare. Mare is getting front and back action.” He then pointed down the street. “Two mares, first time for both of them. I am guessing one of their parents are out considering their youth.” He then slowly looked at Akara. “And it’s not just sex. Anything that ignites that spark in somethings soul. Like a lion on the hunt, a certain pegasus about to pull off a death defying stunt. Anything that makes that small flame blaze. And the closer I am...” He held up a hoof and put it to her chest. “The better I can see it...”

"I can see how that is annoying." She let out a sigh. "In all honesty, I've had more new experiences and insights this week than I had my entire four thousand years of living." She shook her head. "From hatching and on I had a pretty bland life while my brothers had the time of their lives as they tried to master their elements. My father said my abilities were useless, and for the longest time, I believed him."

“My dear Akksy. You are anything but useless.” Donovan grinned as the square came into view. “Why, I’ve had the best time in centuries with you around.” He stared at the statue in the middle. “So how would you like to go about this?”

"At this point, I'm ready to just fuck and head home." The dragoness let out a yawn. "And you may need to carry me back after this." said Akara.

"Tired already? We haven't gotten to the main event." Donovan pouted. "Well, that's no fun."

"I'm not tired, per se, just a bit...exhausted. I can go another round, but I won't promise that I will be wanting to get up from that comfy looking statue." said the dragoness. "Anyways, there should be enough room on the platform that he sits on for me to ride you. By her side, front, or ass, you can choose where you want to go."

"I was thinking the top, actually. Harder to stop us." He grinned. “Besides, gets more messy that way." He turned back to Akara. "Top or bottom?"

Akara bit her lip as she stared at the statue. "Bottom. I'm afraid I would back out, this is too new for me." She turned her gaze to Donovan. "I'll let you control the tempo."

“Alright then, dear Akksy. I do believe you will have to climb up first. I think settling between the wings would give you a good spot to rest.”

Akara bit her lip before placing her claws on the platform, lifting herself up. Once up, she grabbed onto the neck of the statue and swung a leg over. She turned around and let herself slide between the marble wings of the statue.

Donovan teleported over top of Akara, taking a moment to get his footing before smiling down at the dragoness. “It’s a good thing the princess has such a wide flank. I am not sure how well this would have gone if she didn’t.”

"Why do you think I call her Sunbutt?" Asked Akara with a smirk. She looked down to see Donovan's already stiff member. "Should I be worrying about foals after this?" The stallion froze for a second before shaking his head.

“No. No worries on that. This body isn’t fertile, whether it be male or female.” He leaned in and kissed Akara deeply. “Now, are you ready to begin?”

Akara swallowed before nodding. "Be gentle, please." To her surprise, Donovan didn’t penetrate her immediately. He just let his member rest against her sex as he drew her in for another deep kiss, working his mouth against hers. When he broke from the kiss, he started lining her neck with soft kisses.

Akara let out a soft moan, her arms intertwining around his neck. The dragoness shifted her hips, showing she wanted him to enter.Donovan looked up into the dragoness’ eyes. “Tell me if starts to hurt too much. I will stop.” He lined himself up with her, taking a deep breath before he slowly pushed his tip inside of her.

The dragoness bit her lip as she tried not to let out a scream. She could feel as her virgin folds were spread apart, taking in the size of Donovan. Her claws dug into the unicorn's neck, but did not break the surface.Donovan groaned as he pushed deeper. “And I thought your ass was tight. You feel amazing, Akara.”

"Glad..ah...my discomfort...hnng...pleases you." Akara moaned, letting her head fall back on the statue.

Donovan stopped, kissing at Akara’s exposed neck. “Only a little. But it’s more fun when we both enjoy it.” His eyes scanned around the square. They had caught quite a bit of attention. Ponies had stopped to see what was happening. A lot looked aghast, hiding the eyes of foals nearby while whispering to each other. Some looked confused, as if a joke was being played on them while others seemed to enjoy the display thoroughly.

“Seems we attracted quite the crowd.” He planted another kiss against her chin. “But they are meaningless. It is just me and you here now. Just tell me if you want me to start moving again...or if you want to stop.” He looked down between them. “Not quite halfway...”

Akara took a deep breath as she allowed her insides to adjust what was already there. Once ready she exhaled, nodding for him to continue. "I-I'm ready."

Donovan kissed the dragoness as he pulled back a bit before pushing forward once again. Akara let out a whimper as the stallion started up on a slow, steady pace. The stallion let out a groan, using his magic to pull Akara’s legs up, giving him a much more accessible position as he plunged deeper and deeper into her.

Akara started to relax as he continued to fuck her, pain melting into bliss. Screams became moans and her grip loosened, no longer about to break the skin of his neck. A purr rippled through her throat, her hips bucking in time with his.

Pressure started to form inside of the dragoness, alerting her of how close she was. Akara linked her legs around his flank and picked up her pace, arching her back to give some more support so Donovan wasn't fully supporting her.

With a scream that made their activities more than obvious, the dragoness came, covering Donovan's cock with her juices. Her legs and arms fell limp as she over came her high, Donovan still pumping into her.

A new groan came from Donovan, fucking her with renewed vigor as her hot juices flowed around his member. He slammed into her a few more times before bottoming out, releasing a stream of his seed deep within her.

As Akara could feel the warmth of his cum spreading in her womb and leaking out of her onto the statue below, the world around her just change. She could feel herself start to sink into something soft as she realized they weren't in the open anymore. They were back in Daemon’s room.

"Th-t-that was...hah...beautiful." said Akara, closing her eyes as she let herself sink into the mattress of what could only be the bed.

“Simply amazing.” Donovan panted, still holding himself inside of her. He smiled as he looked her in the eye. “You were amazing, my dear.” He leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips. “Now, let me show you the after party.” He pulled out of her quickly, causing her to gasp as he began trailing kisses down her body. He settled between her legs, spreading them as he dove his muzzled into her filled honeypot.

The dragoness cried out as she felt his tongue explore inside her. She clenched his tongue as he ravished her inner walls, already feeling the swell of another orgasm on the horizon. She placed a claw on his head, pushing his muzzle deeper. She couldn’t hold it anymore. She bucked her hips against his face as a flood of pleasure racked her body.

His tongue worked her throughout her orgasm, only slowing down as she came off her high. She slowly fondle his ear as she gasped for breath. “I thought it only fair you came three times since I did.” He rested his head on her belly, licking his lips.

"I guess...that's fair." She gave him a weak smile. "I have to say that....this has been the best week of my life." She slowly began to sit up, lifting Donovan's head as she did. "Thank you." She closed the gap between them, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Donovan broke from the kiss with a smile. “I have enjoyed this time I have spent with you as well. Thank you.” He nuzzled her before rolling to the side. “I assume you would enjoy some rest now?” He said with a chuckle

"I would adore some sleep." The dragoness fell back with a sigh. "It's almost sad that I will be back to normal tomorrow. Oh well, I like the feeling of a dick between my legs just a bit better." Akara closed her eyes and snuggled into the bed.

“Yes, and I do prefer being a mare myself.” A clearly female voice said. “Would you like me to change you back now or tomorrow? Well...You wouldn’t get to wear your dress if I changed you back now...but then again, I could just simply change you back into a female in the morning...That just seems to be too much work though.”

Akara chuckled. "You can leave me for now, if you want. I'll wear the dress, hang up afterwards, and change into a female myself whenever I feel like wearing it." She nuzzled the mare. "Dragoness, drake, I still cuddle and sleep the same."

Daemon pulled her in close, wrapping her hooves around the dragoness. “May you sleep softly in Luna’s Realm of Dreams.” Akara smiled as she snuggled up against the mare.

"I love you." said the dragoness softly as she drifted off into sleep.

Author's Notes:

Note: Anything in () is a differentional in opinion on either my part or Vilcor's. Vilcor is purple text, I am blue.

Chapter Seven

Warning: The following contains Crossdressing masturbation

The first thing Akara noticed when she woke up was a lack of Daemon. The second was that she couldn’t move. Her eyes popped open to find that she was tied down with roots again, them seeming stronger than ever as they held her down. “What the h-hell?”

“Oh good. You’re awake.” She looked over to Daemon leaning against the bed. “Some were doubting on doing this if you stayed asleep.”

“S-some?” The dragoness looked out over the room, finding it packed with ponies. “What’s going on, Daemon?” The mare just grinned as she turned away from her.

“Alrighty ponies. You all put your five bits in the bucket, right?” A chorus of nods. “And you all are ready, right?” The ponies move to reveal each had a thick, rigid member between their legs, even the mares. “Alright. First customer, come right up.”

A certain orange farm pony crawled up on the bed, gazing hungerly at the dragoness’ exposed sex. “Just pick a hole and have fun.”

Akara struggled against the binds as AJ shook her head. “Ah paid ten bits. That means I can do both, right?” Daemon nodded just before AJ jumped up on Akara, finally revealing her almost ridiculously huge cock.

The dragoness couldn’t escape. The roots that bound her seemed to drain her of any magic as well. She could only stare helplessly as a bit of pre-cum dripped from the head of AJ’s member. “Now don’t you worry. Ah’m gonna show ya some real country lovin’.”

“AKARA!”

The dragoness jerked her head up off the pillow with a start, blinking the sleep from her eyes. There was a very annoyed looking Daemon next to her in bed and no other ponies in sight. “Just what was that?! You were flailing around like a fish out of water!”

"A not so fun nightmare." said Akara, moving her claws in front of her face to assure herself they weren't tied.

“Well, it was just a dream.” Daemon hugged close to Akara. The mare’s face almost immediately went into a frown and she moved her lower half away from Akara. “Um, you sure it was a Nightmare? You’re completely soaked down there.” Daemon pulled the covers up and looked under them. “Whoa! Did you cum when you were asleep?”

"That or I relieved myself." The dragoness blushed. "Both are very likely due to the nature of the nightmare."

Daemon didn’t give her any sort of warning before diving under the covers. The dragoness could feel hooves wrap around her waist before a warm tongue began playing with her clit. “Mmm. You came.” Was all Daemon had to say before she got to work on cleaning Akara, her tail swishing back and forth in front of her face.

"Ah! Wasn't...hnng...planning on cumming twice this morning." Akara bit her lip, her head falling back on the pillow.

“You’re not!” Daemon said as she lifted her head from between Akara’s legs. “Just thought you could use a good tongue bath. All done!” She crawled out from underneath the covers and jumped off the bed.

"A little too good." said Akara with a pout, throwing the covers off her legs. "What time are we supposed to pick up my dress, anyways?"

Daemon was standing in front of a full body mirror that definitely was not there a moment ago, brushing herself with it. “I suppose we should atleast give Rarity until sometime after noon due to what we put her through.”

"It was worth it, at least." said Akara with a smirk, standing and walking up over to Daemon, the two now roughly the same height. "If I remember, a certain somepony got me into that." She wrapped her arms around the mare’s body.

Daemon giggled. “And if I remember, a certain dragoness was given multiple chances to say no.” Daemon looked back at her with a smile, lightly bopping her on the nose before getting back to brushing her mane.

"You are too convincing." said Akara with a purr. "I sometimes wonder if the choice is even mine."

“The choice is always yours.” She set the brush down. “You just let outside influences affect it.” Daemon suddenly twisted and tackled the dragoness, making them roll once before somehow coming up in the perfect 69 position. Daemon did nothing sexual though, just allowing her head to rest on Akara. “You’re warm. Warmer than another pony would be.”

"I am a dragon, Daemon. I should be warmer." said the dragoness with a blush.

“That is true. It also brings me to my next point. You have something that ponies lack.” Daemon looked back at Akara. “It’s something I always wanted to experience at least once too. You wouldn’t mind...you know...” Daemon lifted and moved her tail out of the way, revealing her moist sex. “Could you use your claws?”

Akara blinked before placing one claw on Daemon's flank, the other massaging her slit. She slipped one of them into the mare, earning a moan in turn. “Mmm. That does feel quite different from a hoof.” Daemon suddenly pulled forward and away from Akara’s claw. She turned around to face the dragoness, taking her claw between her hooves and sucking it clean.

“There.” Daemon said, wiping her mouth. “So, did you have anything planned for today other than picking that dress up?”

"I need to pick up something from Canterlot after finding somewhere to put it and setting it up for what I need." said Akara with a thoughtful hum.

“That all? Hmm.” Daemon quickly kissed Akara before rolling off of her. “That still leaves a lot of the day unplanned.” A small grin marked Daemon’s lips. “Could see how Snuffy is doing...”

"How big do you think this item is, Daemon?" Asked Akara, sitting up.

“Think?” Daemon shook her head. “Oh Akksy, you should know better by now to ask me what I think.”

"It's the size of Ponyville, if not a little bigger." The dragoness stood, cracking her back as she did. "It's not a quick search and set up. It will take me hours to find, or create, a shelter big enough for it and a half an hour to an hour to actually set up the....equipment for it."

“Are you forgetting? The very ground you walk upon is at my command. A shelter will be nothing to make. As long as you don’t mind a bit of dirt.”

Akara laughed. "Trust me when I say dirt is perfectly fine, if not perfect. But yes, a nice little room the size of Ponyville, the Apple acres included, would be nice."

“Am I to assume you’ll be wanting to move this...item close?”

"Yes. I need to keep a thorough eye on it, especially if it's going to be used for what I want to." said Akara as she walked out the door. "You will be doing your experiments, will do mine as well as....maintenance."

Daemon stood up. She cracked her neck before taking off towards a wall. At the last moment, she wheeled around on her front hooves and bucked the wall hard. The walls around them began to groan and shake violently. It lasted for maybe about twenty seconds before stopping, leaving Daemon with a grin. “Ponyville might not be so happy but you have your room.”

"Did you just cause an earthquake?" Asked the dragoness as she approached Daemon.

“Just a mild one. Only small amounts of damage. Small price for a space of that size, correct?”

"I guess so." Akara examined the wall. "Well, might as well head in and get it prepped so we can go pick up that item since you seem so eager to have free time." said the dragoness, throwing Daemon a smirk.

“Free time? I think you are mistaken, my darling Akksy.” Daemon motioned for the dragoness to follow her. “Free time is a luxury one such as myself does not get. Even if I don’t look like it, I am constantly busy with something or another.” Daemon trotted over and opened the door to the room. “I made a hall from my lab to the space you need.”

"Should I be afraid of anything sneaking up in here?" Asked dragoness with a weary look.

“Maybe just Snuffy on a lonely night.” Daemon stuck out her tongue as she trotted towards the lab. “But no, nothing should interrupt you or your experiment.”

"Well," said the dragoness, strolling into the hall. "The size is perfect, the lighting needs some work, and, most importantly, it could use a mare's touch." The dragoness snapped her claws, causing torches to appear above her head.

“Indeed it could!” Daemon sat down and clapped her hooves together. The fire in the torches turned blue, causing the mare to giggle. “Much better!” She bumped into Akara as she trotted up next to her.

"Why blue?" Asked Akara as she distributed the torches around the hall in half mile intervals. Daemon gave a small laugh as she shrugged.

“Why not, Akksy?”

"Just wondering why that exact colour, is all." The dragoness shook her head as she started to form large cylinders out of a shining black material.

“There is no reason I picked that colour other than is was the colour I could pick.” Daemon suddenly pulled out a large blue dildo out of no where and slapped Akara in the face with it. “Tag! You’re it!” She yelled before running off.

"The fuck...Daemon!" Akara let out a snort before taking off after the unicorn. She made it to the hallway before she stopped, letting out a huff before shuffling back into the lab. The dragoness looked at the half finished cylinders and shook her head before starting to work on them again.

After a few minutes, Akara started placing the five cylinders in the correct positions. Four went to the corners, the fifth stayed center. She nodded before teleporting to the one at the far right.

Opening it to reveal it emptying, the dragoness summoned a bright flame and placed it in its center, closing the door afterward. As soon as she did, the pattern of a flame appeared on the door and the top of the cylinder before it started sinking into the ground, the top only remaining.

Teleporting to the one across from it, Akara summoned a ball of water in her claws, setting it in the cylinder from the top. As the water splashed to the bottom and she closed the lid, the symbol of water appeared on the top and it was already sinking to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Asked Daemon as she walked up from nowhere. Akara blinked at the mare before teleporting to the next cylinder, back by the doors. Akara waited until she felt Daemon's presence next to her before speaking.

"I'm setting up the room like I said I would. After that, I'll take a nice stroll to Canterlot, teleport the item out of a room with security that was placed by Sunbutt herself, then the rest you will see later." The dragoness summoned a branch and tossed it into the cylinder, the pattern of a leaf adorning the door and top as it sunk to the ground.

"Still doesn't explain these." said Daemon, motioning to the cylinders. Now at the fourth cylinder, Akara let out a sigh.

"It is easier to show than to explain. It's to help awaken my object from its induced slumber and connect it to the elements since I may have disconnected it from them when I put it to sleep." said Akara, forming a ball of compressed air and setting it in the cylinder, watching as a cyclone appeared on the doors and it sunk to the ground. "And now I should be ready to go collect it."

"What is with the fifth if you are going to do nothing with it?" Asked Daemon, following her as the dragoness left the room and went back into the hall.

"Because I don't want to have an alicorn chasing my ass after I put the final element in it." With that, Akara teleported herself to the edge of Canterlot, the castle looming over her.

"And why would you have an alicorn after you?" Akara let out a scream before falling back. She whipped her head around to see Daemon next to her.

"Why do you feel the need to follow me everywhere?" Asked the dragoness as she stood.

“Why do you feel the need to think I don’t need to follow you around everywhere?” Daemon smirked as she rubbed against Akara. “I am just curious is all. Just curious...”

Akara let out a sigh before walking forward. “Fine. At least I won’t get bored on the walk to the Palace.” said the dragoness. “So…any topic you want to discuss? I did teleport quite a ways away from our destination.”

“What were you dreaming of before you woke up?” Akara bit her lip.

“Before I tell you, I have to ask, what am I to you?” She asked, turning to Daemon.

Daemon just held her smirk. “That is very simple. You’re my Akksy, Akksy. And if you were a male, you’d be my Bakksy. I am not sure what other answer you thought you would get.”

“You were selling my body for five bits a fuck.” said Akara with a shudder.

“Were there any takers?”

“Probably about the entire town.”

“Wow. I didn’t think there would be any.” Daemon stuck her tongue out at Akara.

“Thats not the point.” said Akara, shaking her head. “You were freely giving me away like meat and I had no say. I’m fine if you are with me, but you just sat back.”

Daemon moved to nuzzle the dragoness. “It was a dream. Do you think I would do something like that?”

“No.” Akara leaned her head against the mare. “It’s just too real.”

“If this becomes a recurring thing, I’ll ask Lulu if she can look into it. It wouldn’t be hard for her to dispel such dreams.”

“As long as she doesn’t clop to it instead.” said Akara with a smirk before kissing the mare’s head. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” Daemon looked at Akara out of the corner of her eyes. “Why are you thanking me?” Daemon took a slight step away from the dragoness. “We are burning daylight.”

“I thanked you for many things,” With a snap of her claws, they appeared in an alleyway next to the Palace. “What they are is something I will keep to myself.” said Akara as she strolled towards the gates. Daemon simply nodded her head and followed her in silence, merely watching what the dragoness did

Akara strode past the guards, gaining nothing more than a few weary glances in her direction. The dragoness got as far as the doors before stopping, her tail twitching. “The barrier is gone.” Daemon said nothing, remaining quiet while staring at Akara.

Taking off down the gardens, Akara eyed the walls, searching. After she turned the corner, a normally hidden cave entrance. “Why is this open now? I’m the only one allowed access.” muttered the dragoness before ducking inside.

Summoning a torch to her claws, Akara descended down the cave, her tail swishing from side to side. She kept herself quiet as she listened to the sounds around her, namly the sound of her claws striking cobble.

The sounds of muttering started to drift down the cave. As they drew closer, Akara started to slow down and grip her torch in both claws. She stopped at a bend in the cave, motioning for Daemon to stop as well.

Around the corner sat a tan earth pony with a blue mane. He muttered words under his breath as he drew symbols on the ground, occasionally checking a tome that sat next to him. In front of him, illuminated by a blue light, was what looked like a massive rock formation.

“I seriously doubt you will do anything with arcane symbols.” said Akara, walking out from around the corner with a frown. “And I don’t appreciate changelings stealing my pony designs.”

The earth pony blinked. “I-I have no idea what you are talking about, Miss.” said the stallion. Akara rolled her eyes before snapping her claws, forcefully turning the stallion into a changeling.

“Like I said, don’t appreciate having my pony idea’s taken. Now, I suggest you run along before we get to test if blood sacrifice will work.” growled the dragoness. The changeling shrank back before teleporting away. “Coward.” Akara walked over to the rock formation and placed her hand on it. “At least they didn’t attempt to drill you out, this time. I remember having to rebuild my eye.”

Daemon looked over the formation with disinterest. “You should have killed him. Why didn’t you?”

"Because I hate killing." said Akara as she examined the formation. "I only ever killed once, my brother, and that was blind fury."

“Your mercy may be another’s curse, or even your own down the line. He was obviously like those ones that attacked you before. I doubt that he will give something like this up for long.”

"He will once he learns what he was trying get is nothing but a shell." Akara slammed her fist into the side of the formation, cracking it. The rock started to dissolve into nothing, grey scales starting to show.

As the rock dissolved away, the body of Bakmah started to show, only he was the size of Ponyville. "What he was looking for was me, he just didn't know it."

Daemon grunted, as if she was bored. “One could only assume.” She looked at the symbols the changeling was drawing. “I can only wonder how a changeling, of all things, got in here.”

"He used the form of the scientist I use to get in here." said Akara. "He just used it to get past Sunbutt."

“I hope it wouldn’t have been that simple. Lulu has told me that since the invasion, they have upgraded their defenses against the changelings. One being able to walk the castle with just a simple disguise, I’m not sure that is all to it.”

“Not really.” said the dragoness as she looked over the dragon’s face. “But you have to remember I”m a dragon and not a changeling.” She smirked as she looked back at Daemon. “Can’t break my spells that easily.”

“But that wasn’t one of your spells. It was simply a form the changeling was adopting.”

“I’ve been by enough.”

“Yeah. Sure you have.” Daemon sighed as she rubbed out the symbols on the ground. “I don’t think they have their security in top form around here. Shameful.”

“Well, they aren’t set up for Dragon Gods.” Akara tapped the side of Bakmah’s face. “I’m a bit more...magical.” She snapped her claws and the three of them found themselves back in the lab.

“I see it’s useless talking about this. I’m going else where now.” Daemon whipped around and headed for the exit, giving her tail a good flick with her nose in the air.

"Shit...Daemon..." Akara started after the mare. She stopped before snapping her claws, summoning a piece of black material out of seemingly nowhere. She threw it in the last cylinder, watched it sink to the ground, and ran after the mare.

"So, what is it you have planned now?" Asked Akara as she came up behind her.

Daemon looked back at Akara wit a raised eyebrow. “Absolutely nothing. I didn’t plan anything today because I figured you’d want plenty of time playing with yourself. I figure I might go pick up that dress from Rarity though, but that hardly needs any interaction from you.”

"My body can handle itself for now." Akara let out a sigh. "So what am I supposed to do?"

“I don’t know. What ever you feel like doing. Go have another visit with Snuffy if you want, though she might not be so receiving of your female form.”

"After my nightmare, I think I will stay away from anything that might end up with sex with somepony that's not you." Akara shook her head. "I'm just going to go explore myself." muttered the dragoness as she walked back to the bedroom.

“Yes. You go have fun with that, Akara.” Daemon chuckled before simply disappearing. Akara just shook her head before turning to the giant blue dildo from before floating in front of her. It swung and smacked her in the face. Akara felt a surge of magic run through her as it did.

“What the fu...oh.” Akara was mid sentence before she realized that she was a he again. He shook his head before turning to the door.

You're welcome, Bakksy~

"Crazy mare." muttered Bakmah before entering the bedroom. The drake plopped himself on the bed. The drake laid himself out with a huff.

"Well, this is perfect." He stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out why Daemon was acting like she was. Realizing that was a futile effort, Bakmah rolled on his belly and took a deep breath. The dragon immediately blushed as he realized the covers and sheets had not been changed from this morning.

The drake slowly turned his head towards Daemon's dresser. The drake bit his lip before sitting up. "Gods, I'm becoming a pervert." muttered the drake, making his way towards the drawers. Grabbing the top one, he pulled it open. Inside he found a mass of panties. There had to be at least thirty different pairs and each show signs of having been worn.

The drake blushed as he sifted through them. He occasionally picked up a pair and held them in front of his face before dropping them back in. The drake sighed before removing the entire drawer and dumping it on the bed. He stared at the mound of panties, questioning what he was about to do, before dropping the drawer and falling back into the mound.

The drake let himself melt back into the form of Akara. She grabbed the nearest pair next to her and held them up for her to see. They were a purple pair with black stripes running across them, similar to Daemon's mane colour.

The dragoness eyed them before guiding them down to her legs, slipping into them. Her hips were slightly wider than Daemon's, but didn't stretch the fabric at all. The dragoness stood and made her way over to the full body mirror, examining herself in its reflection.

The dragoness started turning in place, trying to get a look at her entire form. She slowly traced her claws down her form, stopping just above the panties. She bit her lip before walking back towards the pile of precious pretty panties.

Laying down on the pile of panties, her claw dipping underneath the panties to her clit underneath. She let out a small moan as she started massaging her snatch, her head falling back in the mound of panties.

She slipped a claw into her pussy. Her other claw gripped another pair of Daemon’s panties. She eyed the door of the room for a second before bringing them to her face. Akara took a deep breath, taking in Daemon’s scent from the panties.

She could imagine the mare’s head slowly lowering between her legs, her tongue flittering around her slit before delving into her depths. The mare’s tongue would slowly move up to then tease her clit playfully.

Akara moaned into the panties she held against her face. The dragoness pulled her claws from the panties and rolled over. She pulled herself up, almost straddling the pile of panties, before she pulled the ones she was wearing to the side. Akara delve two of her claw into her wet sex.

She could almost see the mare underneath her as she imagined riding the mare’s magically grown cock, humping her own claws. With each thrust of her hips, she could see Daemon’s face get lost more and more in the throes of ecstasy.

The dragoness moved her claws to massage her clit again, still thrusting against the phantom Daemon cock. She let out another loud moan. She could feel Daemon’s member inside her, filling her depths as she rode the mare.

Akara could feel a familiar pressure start to build in her loins. “Oh, Daemon.” She groaned before throwing her head back and arching her spine. She could feel her juices spill between her claws as she rubbed her clit furiously, screaming as the waves of pleasure from her orgasm over taking her.

She slowly came down from her pleasure, oddly satisfied from the masturbation. Or so she thought. As the dragoness came back to her senses, she noticed the she could still feel the “phantom” cock inside of her.

“Did you have fun?”

Akara yelled out and spun around, spotting Daemon behind her. The unicorn’s horn was lit up, leaving Akara to believe it was Daemon’s magic she felt inside of her. The dragoness could just blush, unable to explain the situation she was caught in.

“You’ve made quite a mess of my lingerie. It will need to be cleaned.” Daemon just stared as the dragoness with a blank expression. “You will change back into your male self, keeping what you’re wearing on. Then you will take what you’ve dirtied and wash it.”

Akara let out a small gasp as she felt Daemon’s magic leave her. A basket appeared on the bed next to her. “You have two choices on how to clean my stuff. You can go to the stream in the forest nearby and wash them by claw or you can go to town in those panties and use one of the automatic washers.”

Daemon climbed up on the bed before pulling Akara in for a kiss. “Also, you look very cute in my favorite pair of panties.”

Akara smiled but sighed as she grabbed the basket. “So...which way to the stream?”

Author's Notes:

Magical Gender Bending Blue Dildo. 'Nuff said.

Chapter Eight

(Warning. Foalcon. Also, neither of us can fucking rhyme so deal with it)

Bakmah sighed as he gathered up the soiled panties. Daemon had once again disappeared after telling him where the stream was to wash her delicates. The stream wasn’t too far from where they were but he still felt slightly embarrassed that he was going out in only her panties. Still, is wash better than a trip through town.

As he walked through the Everfree, Bakmah let his mind wander through the last few days that he has spent with Daemon, starting as far back as when he met the mare, her humping his knuckles to try and dispel her heat. The drake chuckled at the fact that the simple need to mate went as far as it did.

While he was, admittedly, creeped out by the notion of some random mare having sex with him just so she could get out of heat, he still found himself around the mare. He still couldn't figure why he didn't make his way to the next town the morning after.

“Heya mister...uh Dragon. Whatcha doin’ out in the forest wearin’ those?” A tiny voice with a thick country draw spoke up next to Bakmah.

The dragon jumped before looking down to see a curious yellow filly with a curly red mane tied up in a bow looking up at him. He worked his mouth before shaking his head. "Nothing a filly should concern herself with." said the drake, attempting to get back towards the stream.

The little filly started following him. “My friend Sweetie Belle showed me somethin’ like those before. She got them out of her sister’s room. She says they’re what mares wear for their special somepony... You don’t look like a mare.”

Bakmah firmly planted his claw over his face. "I swear you planned this, Daemon." muttered the drake before turning towards the filly. "It's a very long story meant for adults." Bakmah picked up his pace.

The filly tilted her head as they walked side by side. “Their wet. Did you pee yourself? Is that why you don’t wanna talk about it? My sister told me that you shouldn’t be ashamed if you wet yourself. Someponies just can’t hold it as well as others.”

A groan left the drakes throat. "Something like that." said the drake with a sigh. The two lapsed in silence as they kept walking. After the filly gave no intentions on leaving, Bakmah trailed a claw over his face. "May I help you?"

The filly just smiled. “Eenope. Ah’m alright just walkin’. Ah don’t need a ride or anything fancy like that.”

Bakmah's eye twitched before wrapping his tail around the basket. Once secure, the drake grabbed onto the closest tree, climbing up it. Once high enough, he made sure he had his bearings before leaping to the next tree, barely touching it before he was off to the next.

The drake wanted to get as far away from the filly as he could. He could only hope that she wasn't walking to the same place as he was, he didn't feel like trying to find an excuse for washing over thirty panties in the stream.

It was only a matter of minutes before the sound of water reached his ears. The drake gave out a sigh of relief as he slowed down his pace, stopping as he came upon the stream. He dropped to the ground, catching the basket as he let go of it with his tail.

Walking towards the stream, he grabbed the first cum stained pair of panties. He sat himself on the edge of the water before dunking the panties into the water, his claws working to remove any cum that was stuck on them.

Bakmah let his thoughts wander back to Daemon. He learned quickly to never try to understand the mare. He would think of what she would do next, that he had her down, but she still somehow surprised him. She was almost like an unsolvable puzzle.

Bakmah heard the cracking of twigs and looked up to see a butter yellow pegasus with a pink mane. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t..” The mare blushed as she saw what he was washing and her face only got redder as she realized what he was wearing. She let out a small squeak before taking off in the other direction.

"Well....didn't think I looked that bad in these." said Bakmah with a huff before going back to washing. While it was just as bad as the time he was forced to go out into town in a maids outfit, Bakmah felt comfortable with the fact that he was in the more private confines of the Everfree.

Despite the incidents with the maids outfit and Snuffy, the time he spent with the mare has been the best in his life. Of course, it helps that he spent over three thousand years mourning his sister's death.

Bakmah washed pair after pair, using his magic only to quickly dry them before placing them in the basket, the rest sat in his lap. He lightly hummed to himself as he thought of the mare that had severely changed his life within the span of a week.

Once all were washed and dried, the drake took off the pair he was wearing and washed them. He dried them and slipped back into them before making his way back towards home by foot, deciding the filly was long gone by now.

As he was passing a particularly dense part of the forest, Bakmah could smell a weird scent in the air. Curiosity taking hold, he followed the smell to a small hut. Just as the dragon got close, he heard the sound of glass breaking.

“Oh no. Zecora, Ah’m sorry!”

He knew that voice. It was the filly from before. He slowly crept up to a window and peeked in. He saw the filly from before blushing as she stared at the zebra across from her. When Bakmah examined the zebra, he understood why. The zebra, who was holding her head, was sporting a large, rigid member between her legs.

The filly couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of it. “Zecora. Ah must have mixed the potion wrong. Ah don’t know what went wrong!” The zebra, Zecora, just blinked as she stared at her newly acquired appendage, poking it lightly. Zecora looked up at the filly, a smile touching her lips as she saw that the filly couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“AppleBloom, what have you done? Out of this can come no fun.” Zecora reached over and pulled the filly closer. “In order to make this go away, with it you shall have to play.”

Applebloom’s eyes widened as she was pulled closer to the zebra and the plaything in question. “Ah don’t know Zecora. This seems kinda weird...”

Zecora patted the filly on the head. “This is something you must do, lest your sister learns what you told her is not true. Now just rub this part a bit and then give the tip just a lick.” The filly looked conflicted before slowly wrapping her hooves around Zecora’s newly obtained shaft while slowly licking the tip as instructed.

The drake stared in shock as he watched the act, barely aware of his hardening member between his legs that continued to stretch out the panties he wore. He looked down when he felt his member push past the edge and free itself into the air, catching the cool breeze. He looked up at Applebloom, who was still licking Zecora’s member, before reaching a claw down to his crotch.

He pushed the panties down past his knees until they sat at his ankles. He slowly gripped at his cock before slowly stroking it, all the while watching the filly attend to the Zebra.

“For a filly, you are quite good. I can tell you are getting in the right mood.” Zecora stopped the filly’s hooves. “Now open your mouth wide. I want to see how much I can fit inside.” Applebloom looked up to Zecora for a moment before reluctantly opening her mouth up. The zebra wrapped a hoof around the filly’s head and pushed her down on her shaft.

Zecora let her head fall back as she made the filly’s head bob on her cock. After a minute, she moaned and pull Applebloom off of her, the filly coughing at the sudden removal. “Your tongue suggests this isn’t your first. Tell me, young filly, where did you acquire such thirst?”

Applebloom wiped her mouth as a blush spread across her face. “Me and my friends found this book at Twilight’s while sortin’ them.(Cutie Mark Crusader Book Sorters!) After readin’ it, we convinced a colt from our class to try out some of the stuff in it with us. He said it felt good like that...” The filly turned her head away.

Bakmah had slowed down his pace by now, trying not to cum before they got to the main act. He chuckled a bit at the confession, shaking his head at the fact that the filly more sexual experience at such a younger age than he did at four thousand.

“Was the act we did the same, or did something else you let him claim.” She motioned to the filly’s hind end.

“No!” Applebloom grabbed her tail. “We didn’t do anything like that. I mean we wanted to, but none of us...ya know. We didn’t want to get pregnant.” Zecora burst out laughing.

“Silly filly, you are too young to bear child. Though, it is to my advantage you did not get wild.” The zebra got to her hooves. “Now turn around, put your head down and keep your butt up. I will show you the the proper way to rutt.”

Applebloom’s eyes went wide. “B-but Zecora, Ah...” The filly was interrupted by the zebra shaking a hoof.

“Applebloom, it is too late to back out now. Now turn around and I’ll show you how.” Applebloom frowned, very reluctantly turning around and doing as Zecora said to present herself. Zecora moved the filly’s tail to the side, licking her lips at Applebloom’s virgin slit.

Applebloom flinched when Zecora press the tip of her member against her soft, firm, furry, filly funbox, rubbing up and down. But it became apparent Zecora wasn’t in the mood for anymore foreplay as she thrust inside the filly, causing Applebloom to scream.

Zecora froze as she bottomed out, looking a bit confused before smiling. “Ah, you came from me just sticking it in, but the real fun is just about to begin.” Zecora pulled back before thrusting back in, starting to pump into the filly at a steady rate.

Applebloom cried out again as her fillyhood was getting deflowered, gripping at the floor below. “It...it...hurts....Zecora...”

“Oh trust me filly, its worth it.” mumbled Bakmah, his claw working on his own hardened member.

“It always hurts the first time, but soon that pain will become sublime.” Zecora held Applebloom’s tail for leverage. As they went on, the pained look in Applebloom’s face slowly started to fade and while it didn’t completely go away, it could be told she was feeling something else than just the pain.

Zecora suddenly wrapped a hoof around Applebloom, picking her up as she fell back on haunches. She pumped the filly up and down on her member, letting her head fall back as she moaned loudly. “Oh, by Celestia’s sun. Applebloom, I am about to cum!”

Applebloom’s eyes widened as the first of Zecora’s seed was shot into her and somehow found their way to Bakmah’s, locking onto them as the drake shot his own load. The filly didn’t utter a sound, just staring at the dragon as Zecora filled her. Unable to hold more, Zecora’s cum began spilling out and running down her shaft.

It wasn’t until there was a nice mess on the floor was Zecora finally finished. The zebra lifted the filly off of her cock, more of her seed spilling from Applebloom’s used entrance now that it was unblocked.

Zecora moved to lay the spent filly down on her nearby bed, drawing a cover over her. Applebloom seemed to barely be able to hold onto consciousness as she looked up to Zecora. “You're not gonna tell my sister, are ya?”

Zecora shook her head with a smile as Applebloom fell asleep. Zecora patted the filly on the head before trotting over and taking a small vial off a shelf. She uncorked and downed the contents. Nothing happened at first, but then the member dangling between her legs slowly started to shrink until there was nothing left. Zecora gave a small chuckle before moving to some unseen part of the hut.

Bakmah shook his head before looking at the mess he made on the side of the hut. His cum landed almost everywhere but the window. He blinked before wiping his member off in the grass and shoving it back into his panties. "Hope she won't mind some cum left on them." muttered the drake before grabbing his basket and taking to the trees again. The entire way, thoughts of what he saw, and what he did while watching it, plagued his mind.

"Now I'm jerking it while adults fuck foals. Gods, I'm sick." muttered the drake. He kept his mind on what he watched as he dropped down in front of the stairwell to Daemon's home. The drake let out a small sigh as he descended the stairwell, basket under his arm.

"Daemon! Got your stuff cleaned!" Shouted the drake as he stepped into the throne room.

“It’s nice to see you back, Bakksy!” The voice was definitely Daemon’s, but there was something horribly wrong with it. Bakmah slowly let his eyes move up to the actual throne. There sat a small, purple, unicorn filly. Her mane and tail were in desperate need of a brushing and she was a bit larger than the Applebloom filly at the zebra’s hut. But she wore a ear to ear smile on her face that emanated a certain charm.

"You saw that, didn't you?" Asked Bakmah, eyeing the filly.

The now filly Daemon jumped off the throne, stumbling a bit before catching herself. “What did I see, Mr. Bakksy?” Daemon tilted her head as she looked up at Bakmah.

"Yep, you did." Bakmah firmly planted a claw on his face. "Alright, Daemon, let me put...these away and I'll be back to do whatever you want, alright." said the drake with a sigh.

“Ooo! You think we can go outside and play? I walked all around here and couldn’t find and fun game to play!” The filly trotted slowly over to the basket. “What are you putting up anyways?” She hopped almost in the basket. Her rear end hung limply over the edge of it as she rummaged through the newly cleaned panties.

"H-hey!" Bakmah grabbed the filly by the scruff of the neck, lifting her out of the basket and setting on the ground. Daemon looked up at the dragon with wide eyes, a pair of panties hanging from her head. "Something not meant for little filly alicorns." said Bakmah as he grabbed the panties off her head, albeit a bit reluctantly.

“Aww. Those looked like something fun.” Daemon crossed her hooves and stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.

Bakmah stared at the filly then back at the panties in his claw. He shook his head before setting them in the basket. "They are meant for adults only. You can have these when you are a mature young mare." said the drake as he made his way to Daemon's bedroom where he hoped the dresser was kept.

As he entered the room, he kicked off the pair he was wearing before levitating it into the discarded drawer along with the others in the basket. He grabbed the drawer and placed it back in the dresser before snapping his claws, a lock appearing on the top drawer. He stared at it before giving the other drawers a lock as well just in case Daemon kept...other bedroom items in them. There was suddenly the sound of glass breaking, quickly followed by a scream coming from the kitchen.

Bakmah cursed before running out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. The drake turned around the corner to find Daemon sitting in a pile of porcelain and broken cookies crying. Bakmah quickly ran over to her, careful of the broken porcelain. "It's alright." he said softly as he picked up the filly. "Didn't cut yourself, did you?" He asked as he took her out of the room, a broom and dustpan appearing behind him magically to clean the mess.

Daemon sniffed and held up her hoof where there was a cut slowly oozing blood. “I just wanted a cookie, so I tried to climb up and get one and fell.” Daemon snuggled against the dragon as she kept her hoof outstretched.

"There there." said the drake softly as he walked into the bathroom, setting the filly on the toilet seat. "Tell you what, I'll clean up that cut, bandage it, and we'll head into town and get you some cookies." He hooped her on the nose before rummaging through the medicine cabinet for something to clean and bandage her wound.

“R-really? I think I would like that.” Daemon wiped her nose with her foreleg, keeping clear of the cut. “Do you think we could have some ice cream instead of cookies?” She looked over to Bakmah with big pouty eyes.

Bakmah smirked before pulling out a bottle of peroxide and band-aids. "Of course we can. Now, stick your leg over the tub, this may sting a little." said the drake as he twisted off the cap.

Daemon moved her leg over top of the tub while staring at Bakmah. “Can I get three scoops? With sprinkles and hot fudge and whipped cream with a cherry?”

Bakmah chuckled. "Might want to take some stuff off that list. I'm not that rich, plus I don't want to make you too chubby, now." said the drake as he poked her belly, causing her to giggle. He grabbed her extended foreleg before slowly pouring the peroxide on the wound, the cut bubbling slightly.

“You know...” Daemon’s mature voice sounded in the air. “Using peroxide on a cut like this isn’t the best way to clean it. The peroxide will actually kill healthy cells as well as the bad. You would want to use just regular soap and water really.” Daemon cocked her head and smiled. “It doesn’t hurt too bad, Mr. Bakksy. And I am not gonna get to chubby from one bowl of ice cream. Even I know that!” She giggled, back to her filly voice.

"I hope you realize I rarely manually bandage myself." said Bakmah with a shake of his, placing the band-aid on her hoof. "And I wasn't lying when I said I don't have much money. The grocery run nearly rid me of any bits I collected."

“What about the big bag of bits on the dresser next to the bed? Are those bits for activities?” Daemon jumped off the toilet and trotted around to the dragon’s tail. There, she jumped up on it and scrambled up onto his back. “We could check and see how much is in there.”

Bakmah blinked before slowly nodding. He pushed himself off the ground and made his way over to the bedroom. As he entered, he found said bag of bits sitting on the dresser, right where he remembered not seeing it. He walked over and opened up the bag. There were a lot of bits in the bag. Either Daemon was planning on staying a filly for a while or she was planning on doing some expensive things. Knowing Daemon, both options were viable.

"Why do I even try and make sense of this mare?" Asked the drake with a shake of his head before storing the bag into an æther portal. "We might as well get going. It's getting late and I don't want to be out at night with you being a filly." said the drake as he made his way towards the exit.

Daemon grunted as he walked. “Can you walk better? You’re throwing me around up here!” She wrapped her hooves around his neck to stabilize herself. “And why can’t I be outside when it’s dark?”

"Because I don't trust a town I haven't been in for over five decades. I doubt it's as peaceful and kind as it once was when I last came here. I certainly don't remember an alicorn living in the Everfree." said the drake as he tried to modify his walking for the filly on his back.

Bakma could feel Daemon slowly relax on is back. “You don’t like going into town? I heard there were a lot of nice ponies there. And it’s so hard to make friends all the way out here in the forest.”

"I know." said Bakmah with a sigh. "I'm just a bit...unsure." Bakmah grabbed onto the guardrail as he climbed the steps. "I guess I'm just protective of the ones I love."

“But isn’t that being too protective? All the other fillies and colts play in town all the time and nothing bad ever happens to them.” He could feel the filly flipping around on his back, trying to find a way to get comfortable.

"Yes, but how many filly's and colts are out at night, besides Nightmare Night?" Asked the drake. "If you're still a filly tomorrow, then I have no problem with you going to town to play, as long as you are home before nightfall."

“What do ya mean if I’m still a filly? You’re silly, Mr. Bakksy.” Daemon seemed to have found a comfortable spot on his back. “But I would like to go out and play tomorrow. Do you think it’s safe for me to be going through the forest on my own though?”

"I'll take you to town and find my own way to busy myself." said the drake, emerging into said forest. "Just make sure to meet me in the park when I say to."

“If you say so!” Daemon giggled from on his back. “Now come on and fly us to the town!”

Bakmah let out a huff before working his inner magic once again. A pair of leathery wings sprouted on his back on either side of Daemon. He gave them a small shake before taking to the skies.

“Weeee!” Little legs kicked against Bakmah’s back. “Higher! Higher! I have forgotten how fun flying is.” Daemon pulled herself up and wrapped her hooves around his neck. “Hey, Bakksy...do you think you could catch me if I fell off?”

The drake blinked. "Of course. Why do you ask?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he could feel his back become absent of it’s occupant.

“Caaatch Meee!” Daemon’s voice rang out below him, soon followed by laughter.

Bakmah cursed before turning himself around, tucking in his wings to give himself enough push towards the filly. He reached a claw out as he prepared to catch her.

Daemon looked back at Bakmah with a smile, flailing her limbs wildly. “Isn’t this fun?!”

Bakmah snorted before snapping his claws, appearing right next to Daemon. He proceeded to grab her and teleport to the outskirts of the forest. "I don't think falling towards the ground is 'fun' unless I'm a hundred percent certain you are not in danger." said the drake.

Daemon wore a small pout as she looked up to him. “But I wasn’t in danger, right? You said you could catch me, so I was safe as long as you were here, right?”

"That doesn't mean I will be able to catch you everytime. What if I hit a branch? I would loose control and you would hit the ground. Teleporting to you was difficult enough since we were both falling." said the drake softly.

Daemon looked down at her hooves. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to have some fun. I didn’t mean to make you mad...”

"I'm not mad. A little upset you jumped off my back at over two hundred feet in the air, but not mad." He tussled her mane. "Just don't go and making me worry like that again."

The little filly huffed, batting at his claw. “Well, I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t say you could catch me! So technically it’s your fault.” She quickly ran ahead of him, but as she turned to stick her tongue out at him, she tripped over her own hooves and face planted in the dirt. “Ow!”

Bakmah let out a sigh before running up next to her, lifting her off the ground. "You alright?" He asked. He brushed off the filly before turning to face him. "When I said that I would catch you, I wasn't expecting you to do a backflip off my back and skydive towards the ground."

“I’m not hurt. Not use to these short legs yet.” She brushed some dirt off her face. “You have to admit, it was fun diving to the ground like that!”

Bakmah rolled his eyes before grabbing the filly and placing her on his back. "Couldn't tell. I was too busy trying to catch a filly falling to the earth. Now, let's actually get back to trying and get that ice cream."

“Yeah!” Daemon cheered, hopping on his back a bit. “Off, my trusty steed! Off to obtain the tasty dessert of ice cream!”

"Wait, when did I become a steed?"

“Since I decided you are. Now off into the sunset!” She prodded his sides. “Yeha!”

"This is why I'm afraid to leave you alone. First you're all helpful and...." He looked back at the filly. "Things. Next, your a filly and I'm running around. I swear I'm attracted with the craziest mare on the planet." said the drake as he made his way towards Ponyville.

Daemon laughed as she prodded his sides again. “Let’s sing a song. Sing for me, my trusty steed!”

"But I can't sing." said the drake with a shake of his head.

“I don’t care what it sounds like, Bakksy. I just wanna hear you sing me a song. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

"What do you want to hear?" He asked with a sigh.

“How about...a nice song!”

"That narrows it down to about almost every song in existence." said the drake with a huff. He hummed in thought as he tried to find a song to sing.

“That’s nice right there! Just keep humming like that.”

Bakmah blinked before continuing his humming, letting his eyes wander around the field as they approached the town. Something wet suddenly ran across the back of the dragon’s neck, followed by choking and gagging noises.

“Egh! When was the last time you took a bath?! Tastes like I licked dirt!” Daemon wiped at her tongue with a hoof.

"A few days ago." said Bakmah with a roll of his eyes. "I've been a bit busy."

“You’re definitely getting a bath tonight then. How can you even stand being dirty like that? Nasty dragon.”

"I can stand it because I lived without it for many centuries."

“Doesn’t matter. I’m still gonna get you wet tonight. Hmm. Maybe we can have a bubble bath together!”

"Why do I have the feeling this will be more than a bubble bath?" muttered the drake as they entered town. "Now, if I remember correctly, we can buy ice cream from Sugarcube Corner."

“I don’t know. You’re suppose to be the adult here. Why do you keep asking me the questions?”

"Because I keep thinking you are a different Daemon." said the drake as he looked for the sweet shop. "Kinda got used her guiding me around town."

“What do you mean different Daemon? Aren’t I the only Daemon there is?”

"There is a difference between filly and mare. Please stop confusing me more than I already am."

The filly suddenly climbed up on top of Bakmah’s head, looking him in the eyes. “Why are you confused? There is only one Daemon, right? And that Daemon is me.” She gave the dragon a big smile.

"Don't ask me how my mind works, I don't even know." He looked past the filly to see their destination. "Come on, we are almost there."

“Yay! Ice cream!” Daemon hugged the dragon’s head, reaching down and kissing him on the nose. “Thank you, Bakksy!”

The drake blushed slightly before smiling. "You are welcome, Daemon." The two of them entered into Sugarcube Corner, almost getting knocked over by a pink pony that Bakmah had learned was named Pinkie Pie.

“Hello! I haven’t seen you around before! Are you new to Ponyville?!” Pinkie Pie bounced up and down in front of Bakmah.

“Um no. We don’t really live in Ponyville...”

“Oh? Just visiting then? What can I get for you and your daughter?”

“W-what?! She isn’t my...” Daemon silenced the dragon by pushing a hoof down on his nose.

“My daddy and me want some ice cream! I want three dips with sprinkles and hot fudge and whipped cream and a cherry on top!”

Pinkie pie clapped her hooves together. “That sounds so delicious! What does your daddy want?”

“The same thing! That way if I get fat, he does too!”

Pinkie Pie snortled. “Alrighty! Two ice creams coming up.” With that, Pinkie Pie hopped off behind the counter.

"Daddy?" Asked the drake, looking up at Daemon.

“Much easier to explain. Plus, it looks better than a full grown dragon walking around in the evening with some filly he has no relationship with, doesn’t it?”

"Don't I have a relationship with you though?" Asked the drake with a pout.

“I doubt other ponies would be very open to you having that kind of a relationship with a filly.” Daemon climbed down off his head then back. She slowly trotted over to one of the booth tables. “Come on, let’s sit down!”

"Then I will hope I get adult Daemon back soon." said Bakmah as he followed behind her. Daemon climbed up on the sat and patted beside her. Bakmah sighed but followed along, sitting next to her. Before he could make a move, Daemon jumped over and scooted her rear snugly between his legs before propping her forelegs on the table.

“There. Much better.”

"Comfy?" Asked the drake with an amused grin. "If foals are always this cute, I wouldn't mind one of my own."

“I am quite comfy...” Daemon rested her chin on the table. “Mmm. I can’t wait until the ice cream gets here!” She whined while bouncing up and down a bit. “Gonna be so much better than a cookie.”

"I don't know, I can make a cookie better than ice cream." said Bakmah with a grin.

“I doubt it, Bakksy. Ice cream is always going to be better than cookies. Unless it’s an ice cream cookie...but then it’s not a regular cookie.”

"Darn, you saw through me." The drake pouted. "I hate how it's hard to deceive you."

“You were trying to deceive me? I heard it takes a bad pony to try and deceive a little filly. Are you a bad pony, Bakksy?”

“You know I’m not.” He placed a hesitant kiss on her forehead. “Have I ever proven to be a bad pony?”

Daemon looked up at Bakmah with a smile. “You want me to really answer that?”

It was then Pinkie Pie came up balancing two bowls of ice cream on her head. “That’ll be six bits!” She placed the bowls down and leaned in close to Daemon. “I gave you an extra two scoops!” The pink mare winked at Daemon after whispering. She then backed away from them, smiling at Bakmah. “If you need anything else, just give me a call~” She bounced away.

“Its not like I participated in it.” said Bakmah as the mare left. “Just watched.”

“But you wanted to participate in it, didn’t you? I haven’t heard you complain about me being a filly.” Daemon picked up a spoon, dipping it in the ice cream and taking a bite. “Mmmm! This is so good! It’s like a party in my mouth!”

“I didn’t complain because I'm used to you to you changing your body. I’ve been well acquainted with the change both times.” He scooped up his own ice cream before putting it in his mouth. His eyes lit up as he tasted the actual dessert. “This is good!”

Daemon giggled. “At least you aren’t denying it.” She took another bite of her ice cream. “Do you really want to go home after this? You don’t want to do anything else in town?”

“I didn’t think there was much for us to do as we are now.” He motioned at her body. “Remember, I don’t do much when I travel.”

“There is plenty to do. I was thinking, since it’s almost night time, we could see what kind of art Lulu will be giving us today. It’s just what to do until it’s dark enough.”

The dragon hummed as he looked out at the orange sky. “You’ll have to choose. Its been too long since I’ve been in Ponyville.”

“But I am choosing everything. You should pick something for us to do. Just make it fun, ok?”

“Darn, I was going to suggest we watch the mating behaviour of bacteria.” said the drake, sticking his tongue out. “We already have eaten something, and I doubt a nice movie thats not driven towards foals is an option, unless I get to spend tonight with mare Daemon.”

Daemon tapped her spoon on the bowl for a moment. “We could go watch a movie. I haven’t seen one, but I hear they are pretty good.”

“I’ve seen one or two. They are good, unless you go shortly after they are released to theaters, then they are packed to the brim and make it impossible to enjoy.”

“Alright. I’ll let you pick where we go. Make sure it’s appropriate for little fillies. Wouldn’t want to scar my innocent little mind, now would you?” Daemon giggled before tossing her spoon aside. “Watch this!” It was all the warning Bakmah got before Daemon dove her face into the ice cream before her, eating at a hasty pace.

Bakmah blinked before grabbing the filly by the mane, pulling her head out of the bowl. “Daemon, we don’t do that in public.” scolded the drake. Daemon smacked her lips, her face and mane now coated with copious amounts of ice cream, chocolate, whipped cream, and sprinkles.

“Aww, why not? It was pretty fun. You should try it.” The drake held back the urge to facepalm.

"Because it's not proper for a foal your age to be doing that." said the drake with a sigh. He summoned a wet wash cloth and brought it to his claw. "Now hold still." He brought the cloth over to the filly's face to wipe off the dessert.

“Noooo!” Daemon started flailing about. “I wanna save it for later!” The filly jumped up on the table. “And you don’t even know how old I am!” She waved her rear in his face, laughing. Bakmah sighed before snapping, taking the filly in a red aura and pulling her close to him.

"Too bad, I'm cleaning it. Besides, I seriously doubt you are at the age of making a mess of yourself everytime you eat." said the drake as he washed her face.Daemon did not make it easy for him, she squirmed and flailed when she could.

“You are such a stick in the mud. Just have some fun!”

"Parents aren't supposed to be fun." said Bakmah, trying to keep himself from bursting out in laughter.

“But you’re not my parent, are you?” Daemon had stopped moving and lowered her voice, giving the dragon a smug smile.

"If I remember correctly, a certain filly called me 'Daddy' and I'm pretty sure it isn't role playing night for sexy times." said Bakmah in a low voice, grinning.

Daemon cocked her head, adopting a slightly confused look. “What does sexy times mean, Bakksy?” She said in a higher voice. Bakmah's eye twitched as the room got noticably quiet.

"Why do I keep walking into these situations in public?" Asked the drake quietly. He reached into his æther and pulled out his bits, paying for the ice cream. Once paid for, he grabbed Daemon in his red aura and walked out of the shop, avoiding any eye contact as they left.

"You just had to say that, didn't you?" He asked, turning to Daemon.

“I wasn’t finished with my ice cream.” Was all Daemon replied with.

"Well, I doubt we will be able to go in there for awhile. Second public area we can't enter because of sexual reasons." He sighed as he looked up at the sky, purple joining the orange. "We probably have an hour before night fall. I'm starting to doubt that a movie will be much of a choice."

“It was you who made the scene. You could have simply told me off and ponies would have just shrugged it off as a filly’s curiosity.” Daemon sighed. “I really wanted the rest of that ice cream.”

"I...gods, you're giving me a headache today. It doesn't help you slapped me with a dildo twice." said the drake. He froze as he realized what exactly came out of his mouth.

“Maybe. Can we go to the movie though? I promise I will behave there if we can watch the stars afterwards.” Daemon put on a big pout and big eyes almost ready to burst into tears.

"Damn you filly's for being naturally cute." The drake shook his head. "Alright, we'll go ahead and watch a movie before heading off to watch the stars. But you will behave, got it?"

“I promise I will.” Daemon saluted him. “I just...never mind, Bakksy.” She trotted over and hugged his leg. “Let’s go watch a movie. Just make sure it’s a good one, ok?”

"Depends what is on. I've been to theaters that have absolutely no good movies playing."

“Well...We could just sit in the park until it gets dark. If you want to.” Daemon chuckled. “Or we could go see if they cleaned the Celestia statue off yet.”

"I think Sunbutt already had guards clean it." said the drake with a chuckle. "Though, the park sounds nice even if I can't do some of the things I have in mind since you are a filly."

“I think you do want to do some of those things, especially since I am a filly now.” Daemon flicked her tail with a laugh. “But a walk through the park does sound nice. Can I ride on your back again?”

The dragon rolled his eyes before lifting up the filly and setting her back down his back. "I see one act of foalcon and you instantly try to suggest I want to commit it." Daemon snuggled up on his back, laying her head against the back of his neck.

“Thank you for taking me to get some ice cream, Bakksy. And for taking me on a walk and to watch the stars even though I was a bad filly earlier. You’re really nice.” She nuzzled against his neck.

"You're welcome. That and those eyes of yours are weapons of mass destruction."

After that, he and Daemon were silent as they walked. Even as they reached the park, Daemon didn’t make as much as a peep. She simply just hugged his neck as they took a nice stroll. Bakmah was quite surprised Daemon stayed quiet and even though this was pleasant, he found that there was a bit he was missing without her constant shenanigans.

None the less, he enjoyed their quiet strolled through the park as the light from the sun faded and the moon took its place. The night sky was filled to the brim with twinkling diamond of stars. Bakmah could feel Daemon’s grip loosen a bit. “Let’s go lay in that bit of grass over there.”

Bakma walked over to the spot she pointed out. When he got close, he could feel her weight leave his back. The dragon watched as the filly walked over and fell back onto the grass. He watched her wiggle in the grass before motioning him over. “Come on. Lulu did a wonderful job.”

Bakmah chuckled before going over and laying on his back like the filly was. She wasn’t lying though. The night sky looked amazing. “Lulu really doesn’t get enough appreciation for what she does. None of us do.” Bakmah looked over to see Daemon holding a hoof up to the stars.

“It’s hard. We haven’t lived lives like normal ponies. This is why I did what I did today.” Daemon let her hoof drop. “I never was able to experience what being a filly was like. I came into existence a full grown mare. I was never able to enjoy a childhood. I was never allow to make mistakes because mine usually cost the lives of hundreds.”

Bakmah listened to Daemon intently, knowing he shouldn’t interrupt. “How well the apple orchard for the Apple family is greatly due because of me. If I wanted to, I could make the whole of Equestria nothing but a barren wasteland. I am sure Lulu and Celestia would try and stop me. Not that I wish to do this. I enjoy watching ponies go about their days. Almost makes it to where I could imagine me having a normal life.”

Daemon rolled over and got to her hooves, slowly crawling onto Bakmah’s chest and settling there. “I want to really thank you for giving into my whims. I am really enjoying this time I am spending as a filly.”

“It’s fine, Daemon.” Bakmah crossed his arms behind his head and stared up at the stars. “I kinda liked it too.”

The two laid there in silence once again. Bakmah just lazily laid there, enjoying the warmth of the filly on his chest as he watched the moon trudge across the sky. He wasn’t sure how long they laid there when he was suddenly struck by a yawn. It was starting to get late.

“I think it’s about time to...” Bakmah froze when he looked down at Daemon. The little filly was curled up into a ball on his chest, the slow rise and fall of her sides so rhythmic as she slept. Bakmah gently cupped the filly as he slowly got up, not being able to help the smile that grew on his face.

He slowly got up before teleporting them back to the entrance to the castle. The dragon made his way down the steps and across the throne room, making certain not to jostling the sleeping Daemon. He stopped before entering the bedroom, seeing a new door next to it.

The new door had Daemon’s Room marked on it with a backwards S and R. Bakmah just shook his head before entering the room. He was surprised to see it was actually made up to look like a fillies room, stuffed animals on the bed and everything. Bakmah wondered how Daemon was even able to set this up.

As he walked closer to the bed, he could see a stuffed animal that stood out from the others. It was a dragon made out in his likeness. The dragon blushed a bit before he set the little filly in the bed. He tucked her in, bending down to lightly kiss on the forehead before retreating out of the room.

Bakmah slowly went back to the main bedroom. Exhausted from the day’s events, he simply fell on top of the bed. He sighed in relief as he felt his body began to relax. He was almost about to drift to sleep when he heard the door to the room open and little hoofsteps following behind it.

He could feel the bed move and shake as Daemon jumped and scrambled up on it. The little filly crawled up and snuggled against him. Bakmah could only smile as he threw the covers over the both of them. “Good night, Daemon.”

“Good night, Bakksy.”

The dragon hugged the filly close as they slowly embraced Luna’s realm of Dreams together.

Chapter Nine

Warning: Foalcon

Bakmah snorted as he felt something tickle his nose. When the offending tickle did not leave, he slowly opened eyes. Bakmah just blinked as he stared at a cute little purple rear in his face. It took him a second to realized it was Daemon, chuckling quietly as he moved her tail from his nose.

Bakmah lifted his head to look over the filly. She was sprawled out, mouth wide open as she snored and drooled a bit onto the bed. The sight was quite cute from this perspective. It was then he became aware of a problem that was proudly erect between his legs. Bakmah frowned and blushed, pulling the covers up to try and hide himself. He knew it was nothing new for Daemon to see, but he still felt he should have a bit of modesty.

Unfortunately, the jostling of the covers awoke the filly before he was able to hide himself. She yawned and then watched as he struggled with the covers. Finally, Bakmah was able to pull free enough cover to properly cover himself, if barely. Daemon just giggled as she got to her hooves and stretched.

Somehow, her back end found itself in his face again and he knew she was doing it on purpose due to way she moved her tail to the side, giving him a full view. “What was that, Bakksy?” She pulled away from him and moved over to the cover. “What are you trying to hide?” She asked innocently as she tugged at the only thing keeping his throbbing member from view.

The drake bit his lip as he shifted uncomfortably as the filly examined his length. “Oh wow! It’s so big.” Daemon giggled as she poked at his member. “Does it hurt, Bakksy?”

The drake let out a groan. "N-no."

Daemon stopped with her hoof on the tip of his shaft and looked back at him. “Why are you making those sounds then? Do I need to kiss it and make it better?”

Bakmah bit his lip. "I-I don't know I-if you should...." His voice trailed off as the filly lowered her lips down to his member, giving it a small kiss. The drake let out a low moan, his head falling back on the pillow. His claw instinctively placed itself on the back of the filly's head, guiding it down.

Daemon made a small squeak in surprise as the dragon’s cock filled her little mouth, the drake moaning again as he felt her tongue lick at his member from inside her mouth. Daemon suddenly pushed against Bakmah’s claw, pulling him out of her mouth. “Ah. Did...Did that feel good, Bakksy?” She looked up at him while holding his member between her hooves.

"Yes, i-it did."

“Should I do it some more?”

“Yes please.” Daemon took the dragon’s tip into her mouth again, giving it little licks. The dragon let out the moan, his claw slowly stroking the filly's mane as she continued to lick his member.

The drake's eyes shot open as he realized what he was doing, pushing the filly off of his member before scrambling back and hiding his member with his claws.

Daemon sat there with her mouth still open, blinking a few times before closing it and staring at Bakmah. “Bakksy?” She smiled lightly at him. “Mind telling me just what in the hell that was?”

"I-I can't do th-that with a filly." said the drake with a blush. Daemon sighed and shook her head, rising to her hooves. She walked over to look him face to face, that smile still on her lips.

“Let me ask you something. Do you really believe that I am a filly?”

"You still look like one."

“Well, you’re not as big as some dragons out there. So does that make you a baby dragon?”

"That makes me a teenager, maybe seventeen, eighteen, a year or two past age consent." said the drake with a shake of his head.

Daemon laughed. “And we both know those numbers mean little. We are both decades upon decades over the age of consent. Also, we have both done this together before. You are just being nitpicky about the size of my body at this current moment. Because that’s all that is different right now. Are you really going to turn a horny mare away because her body was smaller than other mares?”

Bakmah stammered before letting out a sigh his claws falling to his sides to allow access to his still rigid member. "Alright. I do get regular Daemon back at some point, right?" He asked.

Daemon bit her bottom lip as she took his member in her hooves, stroking him softly. “I may have made a small oversight on that.”

"What kind of oversight?" Asked the drake, his head falling back as he let out a moan.

“I can’t gather enough magic in this body to make the transfer over without burning the body out.” She said before running her tongue up the length of his shaft.

"H-how do w-we change you back?" She kissed his tip before continuing to stroke him.

“Well, I could burn this body out and I could make the transfer after it dies, but that way it very painful and I doubt you wanna watch me turn into a pile of ash and bone. Plus, I would be out for a couple of days and you would have to take care of me.” She stopped her movements and looked up at the dragon. “Or you could kill this body yourself. Make it quick and painless for me. I would only be bedridden for about a day then, if that.”

"I can't kill you, neither can I watch you suffer." He let his head fall. "And I doubt you'll let one of my orbs get any where you."

“Well, that is a topic for later. I can feel you getting soft between my hooves and i’ll have none of it.” Daemon opened her mouth as wide as she could, stuffing her muzzle with as much dragon cock that could fit before starting to give him a proper sucking.

Bakmah let out a loud moan at the sudden feeling of Daemon's mouth covering his member. He set a claw on her head while the other clutched the sheets. "F-fuck! Some warning next time." groaned the drake.

“Mmm.” Daemon hummed before suckling on his tip, pulling of with a soft pop. “Warning are for the weak, Bakksy. Now get on your back.”

The drake nodded as he did as he was told. Once he was lying on his back, he laid his head on the pillows as he shifted his legs to present his length more.

Daemon giggled as she patted his member. “Cute.” She said before climbing on the dragon’s chest, pushing her soft folds against his lips. “I have been tending to you all this time, don’t you think I should get a little attention too?”

Bakmah only nodded before grabbing her flanks in his claws. He gave them a slight squeeze before letting his tongue snake out and into her folds. He moaned as he begin to lap at her sex. Daemon let out a squeak as Bakmah’s long tongue delved deeper into her.

“Oh, that feels so good.” Daemon moaned, reaching to grasp the drake’s cock but only catching air. Her current body wasn’t long enough for her to service him as he was pleasing her. “Mmm, that’s a problem.” She laid her head down on his chest as she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue probing her inner walls.

Bakmah groaned in frustration. He grabbed the filly by the barrel and lifted her up in the air. He turned her around pressed his tip against her folds. Daemon gasped as she felt him prodding against her, but nodded to him. “Do it.” She moaned in a needy tone. “Rutt me, Bakksy.” That was all he needed as he pushed Daemon onto his shaft.

Daemon screamed as her marehood was stretched to its limits as it tried to accommodate the dragon’s size. That scream turned into a long moan as the drake didn’t just stop with the tip, but pushed her all the way down until he hit her inner barrier. Daemon panted heavily as the dragon held her on his cock. The little mare was only able to take four or five inches of him.

“What are you doing?” Daemon said quietly as she rolled her hips. “Don’t stop now. I said I wanted you to rutt me.”

“I can’t go farther.” said the drake with a grunt.

“Then keep moving! I want you to rutt me as hard as you can.”

The drake grunted before gripping onto her flanks harder, pulling out until his tip only remained before slamming his hips back into her. Daemon let out another scream as he rammed into her inner barrier again, picking up on a steady pace.

“Bakksy!” Daemon moaned loudly as she grabbed the drake’s claw, bring it to her muzzle and biting it a lot harder than the dragon thought was possible. Daemon was slowly becoming nothing more than a limp mess as he pounded into her, her tiny frame overcome with a brilliant mixture of pleasure and pain.

Bakmah winced but otherwise kept going as the familiar pressure began to form within him. he let out a low growl as he picked up his pace. “Fu-Fuck. I’m going to cum.”

“I...cum...yes...” Daemon was unable to even complete a sentence as she let her head loll back, tongue hanging out of her mouth.

The low growl in the drake's throat turned into a full roar as he shoved as much of his member into the filly, unleashing his seed into her. Daemon moaned yet again, placing her hooves on her belly. She could feel it slowly start to distend as the dragon filled her with his cum. Her moan turned into a groan as she felt the pressure grow inside her, it becoming almost. "Ugh! Bakksy..." Bakmah watched as his seed poured out of the miniature mare and down his shaft, onto himself and then the bed.

Finally feeling his orgasm coming to an end, the drake rolled to his side, making Daemon fall off of him. Even more dragon cum spilled from her gaping entrance when he pulled out of her. Bakmah looked over Daemon, noticing her little belly had a bit of a bulge to it. "Are you full now?"

Daemon huffed. "More than full." She turned on her side towards him, rubbing her belly. "So Bakksy, what are you going to do now that you got this little filly pregnant?" Daemon smiled happily up at him.

Bakmah smiled slyly as he scooted up to the filly. "Well then, I hope that they are as beautiful as their mother." said the drake as he kiss the mare's forehead.

Daemon laughed. 'As long as they don't take from your side, they should be fine." She stuck her tongue out at him before rolling away from Bakmah. "Dammit. I should have thought this through better. I don't think I can even walk right now."

"Well that's what you get for pretending to be pregnant." He stuck out his own tongue. "Though, I wouldn't mind foals." Daemon froze for a second at the mention of foals.

"Hmm. Help me out of bed, Bakmah. We need a bath. I still have chocolate in my mane from last night."

"I think a bath might be alright after our activities." Bakmah stood up off the bed, grabbing the filly in his red aura. "By the way, why did you call me Bakmah and not Bakksy for once?" Daemon sighed before looking back at the dragon with a blank expression.

"You mind us talking about this when I don't have your cum pouring out of me?" the drake chuckled sheepishly before nodding, taking the mare out of the room and over to the bathroom.

"I was just curious." said the dragon as he turned on the hot water tap, adjusting the cold water enough to make the water warm. He put his claw under the water before placing the filly on the toilet. "You might want to dispel all of that before we decide to share a tub. Not a fan of sitting in cum."

Daemon frowned as she looked at the toilet under her. “You know, in all my years, I have never had this problem before. How exactly do you suppose I dispel all of this? It isn’t as easy as simply pushing.”

"It comes out somehow and I'm not one for punching fillies in the gut to see if cum will fall out."

“Dammit.” Daemon huffed as she pushed on her belly. “Wouldn’t be having this problem if you didn’t cum so much.”

"Coming from the mare who practically made me shit cum the other day." said the drake with a smirk.

Daemon laughed. “Maybe I should just have you lick it out of me again. I bet you like that idea.”

"Gods, you're dirty." He placed a claw on his face before walking up to the mare. "Stop tensing and relax yourself."

Daemon jumped off the toilet and made her to the middle of the bathroom. Once there, she fell on her back and grabbed her hind legs, spreading them apart and giving Bakmah a fantastic view of her fillyhood. “Go ahead. It’s all ready for you.”

The drake shook his head with a chuckle as he placed a foot on her stomach. "Yeah...I wasn't planning on doing that." He applied a small amount of pressure on her stomach, massaging with his heel. "If you stayed on the toilet, I could have used my claw and it would have gone in the toilet."

“Ah!” Daemon cried out as she let go of her hind legs and grabbed his foot. “Just what the hell?!” She pushed against him. “Ugh! I am not just some dough you can flatten like this!”

"I know." He said as he applied a small amount of pressure. "This is just about as much as I'm applying. To get the cum out, however..." His claw glowed red as he pointed it to the filly's belly. He held it there for a second before yanking his claw to the side, the cum expelling from her folds in a red aura. "Much better." He removed his foot and stepped away from the filly. Daemon just laid there on the ground, a deep crimson across her face as she crossed her hind legs.

"What were you expecting me to do?" He asked as he turned off the bath water. "I wouldn't have gone as far to squeeze it out." He moved the ball of cum over to the toilet before dropping it in, flushing it.

“I...um...” Daemon cleared her throat before she got to her hooves, wobbling quite a bit. “I just wasn’t expecting that last part. H-help me into the tub.”

The drake chuckled before grabbing the filly, placing her in the tub before getting in behind her. "I have to admit, it was worth watching you blush like that. Cute." Daemon glared at Bakmah as she sunk into the water. Soon after, a small hoof found its way between his legs in a harsh manner.

"F-fuck! What was that for?!" Asked the drake as he made a grab for his crotch.

Daemon grabbed one of the bottles lining the side of the tub. She dumped a bit of its contents in before smiling at Bakmah. “Whatever do you mean, Bakksy?” She said as bubbles began to spread throughout the bath waters

"The hoof to my junk."

“Because it was worth watching you get flustered like that. Cute”

"Touché." The drake crossed his arms as he let himself sink into the water. He could feel the hoof back between his legs, thankfully not kicking him this time. Daemon just rubbed up and down his crotch with her hoof as she nonchalantly played with the bubbles.

“Better?”

"A-a little."

“I am not sure why, but I feel really excitable today. Do you have any ideas?” Daemon stared at the drake as she slowly stroked his cock with her hind hooves.

"Can't say I do." The drake let his head fall back onto the edge of the tub.

“I have to say, this bath is very relaxing.” Daemon laid her head back and took a deep breath, keeping a steady rhythm against Bakmah’s member.

Bakmah only nodded as he laid back in the tub, letting the filly stroke his member. After a while, a low purr started to push its way out of his throat. “Seems like a certain dragon is enjoying his bath time.”

"Should I not be?" He asked, opening one eye.

“I think it’s nice we both sit back and relax in a warm bath, don’t you?”

"Yes. I do." His head fell back. "This is wonderful." he said with a purr.

“We can just soak our worries away.” Daemon began to pick up her pace. “Getting all nice and clean.” She let out a small moan as her own head fell back.

A claw found its way to Daemon's shoulder, massaging it. The drake's other claw gripped the side of the tub as Daemon pleasured him. He could faintly feel a pressure start to build in him, only making itself known when he was nearly about to blow.

"I...I'm...hah!" Bakmah let out a growl as a string of cum erupted from his erect member, shooting out of the water. Some of it finding the floor while the rest was sent back into the tub and it's two occupants. The drake panted as he shot out load after load into the air.

Daemon giggled as Bakmah’s member came to only dribbling his seed into the water. “So what was the point of emptying my belly before getting in the bath again?” Daemon reached up to plant a kiss on the drake’s lips.

Bakmah moaned into her lips before parting. "'I wasn't expecting this, now was I?" He asked, giving her a quick peck.

“I thought you would have learned by now, silly Bakksy.” Daemon chuckled as she settled on him. “You shouldn’t have such expectations around me.”

"A drake can dream." He traced her body with his eyes. "I still have to kill you soon, don't I?" He asked in a sad tone.

“Unless you want me to stay in this body for the next five or ten years until it matures enough to go back into my other body, but it would be a bit pointless by that time.”

"Let's at least sit here before I have to torture myself." said the drake, wrapping his arms around the mare.

“I was planning on that, Bakksy...but maybe we should drain the tub and refill it. I still need to wash my mane.”

The drake chuckled as he grabbed the filly and carried her out of the tub, his magic pulling the plug as he stepped out. He sat himself on the floor as he waited, his back against the wall. "Why did you call me by my full name earlier?" He asked, trying to start a conversation away from the topic of death.

“Any foals I have in these bodies only live as long as a normal pony would.” Daemon said softly in a monotone voice.

"You forget I'm not mortal." He nuzzled her with his chin. "I should know better that Immortalty is a transferable gene. My dad was a Dragon God and my mom was a maid he decided should bear his next child. That's how all of us children came to be."

Daemon took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Any foals I have in these bodies only live as long as a normal pony would. Who the father or mother is does not matter.”

His grip tightened on the mare. "No mare should have to choose between no foals or to watch them die as she lives on." He said quietly. He slammed his head, cracking the tiles. "And I can't do anything but watch."

Daemon hugged him back. “Well...How about that bath, Bakksy? I am starting to get a bit cold, sitting here all wet.”

The drake let out a sigh as he got up, a stream of blood trickling down the back of his head as he made his way over to the tub. He sat the edge as he somberly put the plug back in the tub, turning the tap back on. "You have had foals before, haven't you?" He asked in a quiet voice.

“Her name was Starsoul. Oddest thing you would have found under Celestia’s sun. The whitest mane and tail with a navy coat. You would have sworn she looked more like Luna than me or her father. She was a pegasus. Cutie mark was a star, just a single star...a single reminder for me.” Daemon stayed silent after that.

"She sounds beautiful." He shook his head. "There was a dragoness very close to me that would be jealous of you. To have a daughter like that." Daemon said nothing as she trotted up next to Bakmah. She propped her front hooves up on the lip of the tub and at the swirling waters.

“Thirty six bodies and not one of them was capable of of carrying a true child of a celestial alicorn. I just stopped making them fertile after that. And no, I did not have thirty six foals. Only just the one.”

"One more than I have ever been able to." He placed his claw under the tap to check the temperature. "I waited to long and lost my chance. Should have never let her go on her own." he said, mumbling the last part as he sat on the toilet to wait for the tub to fill.

Daemon nodded before frowning. “Ew.” She began wiping one of her hooves. “I am going to have to find a spell to reduce the amount you cum. The amount is just plain messy.”

The drake chuckled lightly and shook his head. "Just how dragons are." As he finished he went back into deep thought, barely paying attention to the tub.

“It’s gonna spill and I can’t reach to turn it off!” Daemon said in a singsong voice. The drake blinked before turning his head to the nearly overflowing tub. He cursed before reaching over and quickly turning off the tap. He stared at the water level before sticking his arm in, lifting the plug just enough to get the water to the correct level. Or that’s what he would have done.

As soon as Bakmah touch the plug, he heard a giggle. “Geronimo!!!” Daemon leapt from the toilet, landing in the tub with a large splash and caused a copious to spill out on the floor. “Ha ha! That was fun! We should go swimming sometime.”

"Was that necessary?" Asked Bakmah as he wiped the water from his eyes to glare at Daemon.

“It was absolutely necessary. You should know better.” Daemon dipped her muzzle under the water quickly before pulling it up and spitting a stream in Bakmah’s face.

Bakmah glared at the filly before climbing into the tub, getting back into his spot in the back. He crossed his arms and laid his head back, closing his eyes as he let the water wash over him.

Daemon climbed up on Bakmah’s chest. “Hey Bakksy. You mind washing me?” She smiled innocently up at him. “I am not used to just using my hooves when cleaning myself.”

The drake opened his eyes before silently sitting up, grabbing one of the bottles of shampoo and squeezing a glob into his claws. He turned her around before kneading it into her coat and mane.“Mmm. That feels nice. Don’t forget behind ears, Bakksy.”

The drake grunted before running his claws behind the filly's ears. Once he was satisfied, he went to work on her lower back and hind legs, pointedly avoiding her sex. Finally, once everywhere else was shampooed, he ran his claw quickly over the area between her legs before picking her up and setting her in the water once again.

Daemon huffed. “That was hardly a thorough cleaning in that area considering how messy you made it. Why are you acting so shy now? It’s cute but hardly satisfying enough.”

The drake let out a low growl as he grabbed the bottle off the side of tub and put another glob his claw. He lifted her by her tail before kneading the shampoo in, staying away from the slit. He dropped her back in once he was done and continued to wash the shampoo off his hands in the water.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Daemon crossed her hooves and stared at him. “Is it because of the fact you know you’re gonna have to kill this body?”

"It's death but not yours." He said quietly. He laid his head back again, closing his eyes. "You remind me too much of someone I knew when you act like a filly." He let out a sigh before sitting back up, throwing water on the filly to rinse away the shampoo. "Let's just hurry up and get you cleaned so I can dry you off and torture myself." said the drake with a sad expression.

He quietly ran water over her fur and mane, his claws scratching down to her skin to get all of the shampoo out. He reached under the water and began running his claw through her tail and flank.

"Why is it you want a foal so bad?" Bakmah froze mid-stroke. The drake took a shaky breath before continuing on with rinsing out her fur.

"It's a long story for another time."

"And why not now?" Asked Daemon looking up at him.

The drake closed his eyes. "Because I'm emotionally exhausted as it is and I still need to kill you." He sighed before planting a small kiss on her forehead. "I promise I'll explain when you wake up after you change bodies."

“I am going to hold you to that. I am not one to forget easily.” Daemon flicked her ear to get some water off of it. "So how are you planning on killing this body?"

"Like this." Daemon didn't have anytime to react as Bakmah's claw wrapped around her neck. With a quick jerk of his wrist, Bakmah heard the filly's neck snap and the body go limp. "Sorry." said the drake with a shaky breath. "I didn't want to wait and back out later."

The drake made sure not to let the filly’s body go underwater, picking her up and cradling her. “That thing is just a useless husk now.” Bakmah jerked his eyes up to see Daemon propped up against the bathroom door. “How about putting that thing down and...bed...” The mare suddenly collapsed on the floor.

Bakmah cursed before dropping the body and running over to Daemon. The mare was passed out, the rise and fall of her chest the only sign that she was alive. The drake shook his head before gathering her up in his arms.

"Never going to do that again." He said with a sigh as he made his way towards the bedroom. He made his way over to the bed, gently setting her down. He slipped the covers over her body, giving her forehead a small kiss. "I'll see you when you get up." With that, he left the room.

Bakmah yawned as he looked over his original body. It had been about twenty hours since he set Daemon down to sleep after her transfer. She still didn’t show any signs of waking last time he checked on her but he figured she would wake up soon, seeing how she was sprawled on the bed.

He looked down at the blank page of the new book on the desk in front of him. “Might as well get this finished.” He snapped his claws, a quill appearing between them.

Journal Entry #1:

To try and keep track of my experiments and experiences, I've decided to start up on writing journals once again. My original journals were lost long ago when my brothers destroyed our home in their battle.

My first entry is dedicated to a disturbing and personal case that revolves around my current lover, Daemon Delirum. The case subject, her inability to give birth to immortal foals despite being an immortal herself.

Call it obsession if you will, but after I fell for Daemon, part of me has been wanting to fill the void that was left when my wife and son died over two millennia ago. Daemon doesn't know about them, I kept them a secret. She still believes she was my first when it was really Amara.

I hate having lied to her, but I just want to forget about it all. It is too painful to remember. And it was the fact that I watched my wife and son die that I feel the need to find a way to help Daemon, to make it possible for her to enjoy birth without worrying that her foals will die long before she does.

From what I have gathered, this became an issue after she lost her body and had to start creating substitutes for it. With the fact that she can't remember certain periods in time combined with this new development is making it difficult to keep me from walking into Canterlot and demanding Celestia to tell me what she did to Daemon.

I can't fix this by giving her an immortal gene or using my own, it wouldn't matter. I have come up with a possible solution and/or loophole, but I don't know how Daemon would react if I told her, she has already expressed her distaste in magical influences in the circle of life, especially when I demonstrated Thera's Orb, but I don't know.

My idea, as flawed as it is perfect, is to use Thera's Orb to try and create a foal, combining our genes while careful not to delve enough into Daemon's to accidently make the child mortal. But, part of me thinks its wrong to even consider this. I don't know. It is late and I have not slept since I killed Daemon so she could switch bodies twenty hours ago, so she will be awake soon. I will end my notes with this idea and hope that I don't resort to this.

Bakmah Genesis~

Bakamah yawned again before putting down the quill and closing his new journal. He pushed it to the side of the desk, laying his head down and falling quickly into the embrace of Luna’s Realm of Dreams.

Chapter Ten

Bakmah shifted, pulling the cover tighter against him. Cover? Bakmah jolted upright, taking a few moments to realize he was in Daemon’s bed.

“Good morning.” Bakmah looked down at the end of the bed.

Daemon laid there with a bright smile. She had her forelegs crossed over his journal from last night. “Or rather, good afternoon. You must have been very tired. You were passed out on your desk.”

“So you read that?”

Daemon took a deep breath and nodded. “I hope you don’t mind. I thought it was just notes on what you were doing.”

Bakmah let out a sigh as he got himself comfortable. “I would have liked to tell you on my own, but it doesn’t matter, you found out anyway. The question is what exactly you feel about it?”

“That depends in what aspect you’re asking in. Do I feel anything about you having a wife and son? No. I am not jealous or anything of the sort. I do feel sorry that you lost them. I am not a stranger to watching your loved ones die before you.” Daemon got to her hooves, picking up the journal and placing it against the drake’s chest.

“But how you feel you have to help me with my own foal problem, I don’t like the way you think about it. Yes, I appreciate you wanting to help, but don’t make my problems into your problems. It’s not healthy and I have seen the fall of many great ponies doing such things.”

The drake took the journal and set it to the side. “Then stop me if I get obsessed. I will still look for a way, and it’s not just you why I’m doing this. Never was.”

“I understand that. I just don’t want you to let yourself get consumed in it because you feel it’s all I want.” Daemon climbed up on the dragon’s chest, pulling him into a kiss. Daemon giggled when she pulled away from him. “I still want you too, though.”

The drake chuckled before pecking her lightly on the lips. “Then I will. If I get too obsessed or consumed by it, feel free to smack me.” He thought for a moment. “But not with any sex toys this time.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’ll make it known you are getting too involved in your work and I won’t even have to hurt you.” Daemon winked at him before hopping off him and the bed. “But right now, I am hungry and afterwards, I need to go out and work the kinks in this new body.”

“I’m almost afraid by what that means.” said the drake with a shake of his head as he threw his feet over the edge of the bed. “But yes, I could use some food as well. I haven’t eaten in a long while.”

“Come now, you pervy dragon. Not everything I say has a double meaning. I really do need to get out and do a few exercises to make sure there aren’t any flaws in this body I may have missed.” Daemon began stretching, arching her back as she let her forehead touch the floor.

“I guess I’m okay with that.” said the drake with a smirk as he watched the mare. Daemon looked back at Bakmah with a smile.

“That’s not to say we can’t have a bit of an exercise before we eat.” She said as she wiggled her hips at Bakmah. “I mean, it’s only right to do a thorough check, right?”

The drake nodded as he stood, his member sliding out of it’s sheath as he approached her. “Of course. We don’t want any...complications.” he said as he placed his claws on either side of her flank, massaging either side. “How much can this one take?”

“Why don’t you test the waters and see for yourself?”

The drake gave a thoughtful hum as he let a claw stroke over his member. "Twenty inches sounds like a good, does it not?" His cock gave off a soft red glow as it grew nearly twice it's normal size. He let the tip tease the entrance to her sex.

Daemon moaned. “That part’s definitely working, but that’s not what I wanted to test.” She tried to press against him the best she could without moving her hooves. “Don’t worry. I think you’ll like the changes to this body.”

"I'm sure I will." He pushed his tip inside, pushing a full ten inches in before stopping. "Very sure I will." He pushed deeper and deeper until he hilted inside her. He was able to fit the full twenty inches in and still haven’t bottomed out.

“That feels incredible.” Daemon moaned into her hoof. “I trust you’re enjoying it just as good.”

"Y-yes." He said with a moan as he started to back out, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back into her. He let out a low moan as he started up on a steady pace of pumping into the mare.

Daemon matched his moan with one of her own as the drake dug his claws into her flank, pulling her against each of his thrusts. “Ah! Dammit. Too sensitive.” Daemon cried out, throwing her head back as she came.

As her juices flowed around his cock, Bakmah realized this wasn’t like anytime before. A thick, sensual warmth seemed to permeate through his shaft, sending a jolt of unrestricted pleasure through his member and straight up his spine.

Bakmah couldn’t hold himself back in the face of this new source of pleasure. He could feel his claws start to dig into the mare’s plush flesh as he pulled her down hard on his cock, cumming deep into the mare.

As he felt himself coming down from his orgasm, Bakmah pulled out of Daemon and fell back against the bed. He watched, panting, as the last shot of his seed was nothing more than a trickle down his member. “Just...what the hell...was that?”

Daemon seemed to be in no better of a state than he was as she fell to her side and rolled on her back. “I took a page out of Changeling’s anatomy.”

“What?”

“Male changelings have a hardened skin over their penis, much like with the rest of their bodies. In response to this, a female changeling releases a sort of aphrodisiac upon orgasm to coax the male to ejaculate. This meaning, a male changeling can’t get off until a female does. A brilliant design, if I say so.”

Daemon put a hoof to her belly and rubbed in circles. “I took out the womb so you would have more room. Made the vaginal cavity a bit more sensitive, too sensitive. Changed the glands to that of a changeling’s and such. Seemed to have been perfect if I didn’t mess up the sensitivity.”

"That shoots down one of my ideas." said the drake with a huff.

“What was your idea? Because I was planning on changing back into one of my other bodies until I fixed this one. Not to mention letting it heal from the gashes you put into my flank.”

"I was going to take an egg from one of your bodies, modify it, and create a fetus that just needs me to fertilize it." He looked down at the mare. "Kinda need a womb for that."

Daemon stared at the dragon a moment before shaking her head. “I don’t know about that, Bakksy.” She slowly got to her hooves. “I don’t want anything like that started unless I know for sure. I do not want what happened last time.”

"I understand." The drake let out a sigh. "Trying to figure this out isn't exactly so simple as theory and small experiments. Though, I may try and do a...small interrogation later on."

“If it involved Celestia or Luna, I would rather you didn’t. They do not need to know about my personal life as much as I need to know about theirs.” Daemon walked next to the dragon and sat down. “But I am not going to stop you if that’s what you feel you have to do.”

"You're giving me a lot of freedom for something this huge." observed the drake.

“Well, that may be. I will not tolerate you harming either one of them though. Question them how you will, but do not touch them.” Daemon leaned against the drake. “I trust you, Bakksy. Don’t make me regret it.”

"I may not agree with everything that Celestia did, but not enough that I would lay a claw on them." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "I won't say that I won't start yelling if she brings up Thera."

“I understand that.” Daemon nuzzled Bakmah. “So when are you planning this little trip to Canterlot?”

"Not sure. I still need to plan that trip out to the dragon countries. I guess when I have some free time..."

“I guess you’ll be quite busy, as should I be. After all, Crystal still needs to be trained and I still need to prepared for what is yet to come.”

"Mmm. Anything I should be worried about?"

“A full scale war with a student of mine and pony kind that will likely result in mass destruction and the involvement of multiple races...I wouldn’t be too worried.”

"Thats it? My brothers wrestling for shits and giggles was more exciting."

“Like I said, nothing to be too worried about.” Daemon pulled away from Bakmah and stood up. “I think I am going to go change into my other body now until I fix the sensitivity with this one. While that was fun, it was hardly satisfying.”

"I don't have to kill you again, do I?" Asked the drake in a concerned tone.

“What? No! That was just because that body was too small and under developed to gather enough magic without burning it out. This body is fully mature and would have no problem doing it. It should only take me a minute or two.”

"Good. It was painful enough to do it the one time, let alone another." said the drake with a relieved sigh. "Anything else planned?"

Daemon put a hoof to her chin. “No, I believe I got all the necessary chores I needed to get done finished before you woke up. I pretty much have the day free to do as I please.”

Bakmah gave a pout. "Lucky. I still have trips to run, dragons to scare the shit out of as well as convert them back to the Dragon God religion, and a bit of research. Come to think of it, I still need to inspect my body for any wear over time." He gave a sigh. "That alone takes a month."

“Yeah, I am sure that’ll be loads of fun.” Daemon walked over in front of him. She pointed to his still erect member. “You’re ok, right? It’s not burning or anything. I have seen some bad cases where a pony is allergic to a changeling’s...cum, so to speak.”

"My dick is fine, thank you. A bit tingly, but I never really had anything that thick decide to pour itself on my dick, now have I?" He smirked at the mare.

“I guess I should have warned you.” She leaned down, giving his member a small lick. “Oh wow.” She frowned as she backed away, swishing her tongue in her mouth. “Never realized how potent that is. Tastes pretty good though.” She turned around and backed up into him. “Wanna go for round two? Maybe use another spot so we don’t cum as quickly?”

"What is with our relationship and anal?" asked the drake with a shake of his head as he sat up. Daemon pushed him back down.

“Because I enjoy it and so do you. It doesn’t matter who is giving or receiving either.” She grabbed his member with her magic and pressed it against her tight tailhole. “Or do you not like it?” She rolled her hips, letting the dragon’s tip slowly slide into her.

"Never said I didn't." said the drake with a moan. He went to grab at her flank before remembering the gash marks from earlier.

“Mhmm. Put those claws down. Just lay back and enjoy this one, okay?” Daemon moaned happily as she felt herself stretch to take him in. “Consider it a thanks.”

"F-for what?" Asked the drake, letting out a deep moan.

“For what you’ve done for me.” Daemon raised up just a bit before slamming down on him, taking in half of his length at once. Daemon growled through her clenched teeth, waiting a moment before moving hips again. “It wasn’t easy...what you did, but...you did it for me.”

"I love you too much to watch you suffer." said the drake with a soft smile.

Daemon paused for a moment before getting back to a steady pace. She moved her hips without saying another word, just enjoying the fullness she felt of him inside her as she took more and more of him in with each pass.

“F-fuck!” said the drake as he gripped the sheets. “I swear you are tighter than your last body.” He let out a moan as he let his head fall back on the bed. Daemon shook her head as she panted.

“No. Not tighter. More muscle control.” Bakmah could feel as Daemon squeeze the entirety of his member that was inside of her. “I made this body to please you.”

“Working very well.” said the drake, resisting the urge to grab onto her flank. He slowly let himself relax, his moans turning into a low purr as he allowed the mare to please him. “Oh fuck yes.”

“Bakksy, If there is anything you ever wanted to do to me, do it now while I am allowing it. Anything you want.” Daemon looked back at the dragon with a grin. “This is your free pass to do whatever you wish.”

The dragon sat himself up, one arm curling around her barrel while the other reached down between her legs. “How many orgasms do you have to endure to make it...satisfying?” He asked into her ear as he traced the outer edges of her slit. Daemon giggled as she reached up and wrapped her hooves around his neck.

“How many do you think you can actually give me?”

“As many as you can take.” said the drake in a whisper, sliding a claw into her pussy. “Just as long as you don’t pass out when we are done.”

“You mistake me for a weak mare, Bakksy. Now hurry up and use me.” She pulled the dragon into a kiss. “I wanna see what ideas you got in that beautiful head.”

The drake let out a small purr as he rocked his hips, pumping himself into the mare as his claws worked themselves into her. Daemon moaned, laying back against the dragon.

“Is that...is that all you got, Bakksy?” Daemon chuckled as she began moving her hips with his.

“No...just working you up a bit before I get started.” He nipped her ear gently before focusing on his claws once again. Daemon jerked her ear away from him.

“Come on, Bakksy. I am not a filly anymore.” Bakmah stopped for a moment, staring down at the mare.

“If that’s how you want it then.” Daemon gasped as she suddenly felt the dragon’s teeth clamp down on the back of her neck. Daemon felt herself being lifted into the air and off the dragon’s member before being slammed face first into the bed.

Daemon cried out in pleasure as the dragon’s teeth dug into her skin as he gripped his claws around her barrel, lining his member up with her anus. Daemon was sure that if the drake hadn’t been holding her down, he would have brought her hind hooves off the bed with the force he used to slam into her.

Daemon could feel a shiver go up her spine as Bakmah growled and pushed her into bed harder as he ravaged her ass. While Daemon loved being the one on top, she had to admit there was a special kind of excitement of getting dominated like she was now.

Daemon cried out again as the dragon picked up his pace. She could feel her juices trickle down her legs as she came, unable to do anything about it than be a mere toy for the dragon. For her Bakksy.

Daemon felt Bakmah release her neck, almost wanting to protest at the loss of the feeling, but knew her place. She felt the dragon pull her of his cock once again before spinning her around. Daemon barely had time to open her mouth before Bakmah grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her down onto his member.

As Daemon felt the first of the drake’s seed pour on her tongue, Bakmah grabbed either side of her head before thrusting into her mouth. The unicorn did the the best she could to swallow the drake’s cum, feeling some of it dribble down her chin as Bakmah continuously fucked her mouth as he came.

Eventually, his thrusts became slower and slower until he just stood there, letting Daemon milk the last of his seed from his shaft with her mouth. When she was done, he let out a relieved sigh and fell onto the bed, Daemon quickly nuzzling up to his chest.

“How did you like that, Bakksy?” Bakmah thought for a moment before shaking his head slightly.

“I don’t know. I don’t feel like I was completely in control of myself.”

“But you were definitely in control.” Bakmah shook his head again, licking his lips afterwards.

“I can taste your blood.”

“How do I taste?”

“I hate to admit it, but it tastes good.”

Daemon laughed before reaching up and planting a kiss on Bakmah’s lips. “My blood does taste good. Don’t worry. You were just perfectly rough where there is no permanent damage. Doesn’t help that my ass is very sore, though. Maybe I should make you massage it with those claws of yours.”

Bakmah leaned his forehead against hers as he snaked his arms under her body, gently grabbing hold of her flank. "Better?" He asked softly as he began to rub small circles in them.

“Yes.” Daemon purred as she closed her eyes. “I was just kidding though. It’s a nice kind of sore.”

"I have that effect on mares." He said with a smirk. "Still gives me an excuse to touch your ass."

“On the mares, huh? I think Snuffy agrees with you on that.” Daemon said with a chuckle. “You ever gonna give her another visit? I am sure she just misses you.”

"I'm afraid I'll get pounced on when I do, and it won't be you who’s pouncing on me." He bopped her nose with his. "Still haven't said if you are ready to share me, if ever."

Daemon opened her eyes and looked up at the dragon. “I think it’s ok for you to be shared. As long as I know about it ok? Just incase I want to join in too.”

Bakmah chuckled. "It's not like I'm going to go through town looking for a random mare to bed when I have one here. Besides, I'm more comfortable if you were part of it, at least." he said, nuzzling her.

“That’s very endearing, Bakmah.” Daemon ran her tongue along the underside of his chin. “And no, I am not angry with you. I just wanted to say your name.”

"I do have a sexy name, don't I?" He grinned at her.

“I guess it’s okay.”

"That hurts." said the drake with a pout.

“You know I don’t mean it.” Daemon chuckled before nuzzling against his neck, closing her eyes and just enjoying the feeling of his claws massaging her flanks. “We’re not going to get anything productive done today, are we?”

The drake let out a sigh. "I need to get up soon and head to Canterlot, but you are making that very difficult." He planted a kiss on her forehead.

“It’s because I enjoy your company so much. You let me get away with some many naughty things.”

"Because I usually enjoy them."

“One of us needs to develope a bit of self control.”

"It's going to have to be me, isn't it?"

“I don’t see it being me anytime soon. I can’t help that the very sight of you turns me on.”

"Can't control that, sorry. Though, it's nice to know I seem to have that effect on you." he said with a smirk. He gave out a sigh as he looked over at the door. "I should get up and eat something before walking into the possible shit storm that is Canterlot."

“Are you wanting me to come with you?”

"I won't stop you if you want to. You can even keep my mouth in check if you feel like."

Daemon raised up on his chest. “I am not sure if I should, though. It is one of those precarious things that could turn ugly if not handled right.”

"Then don't be there, but still make sure I don't say what I shouldn't." He bopped her on the nose before making to get up. He opted to carry the mare with him instead of setting her down as he made his way over to the kitchen.

As soon as Bakmah set her down in the kitchen, Daemon turned and headed for the door. “I’ll be right back. I am going to go switch into one of my other bodies until this one is fixed.” Daemon flipped her mane around to show him the teeth marks in her neck. “And to let this one heal.” With that, Daemon disappeared, leaving the drake alone to his own musings.

"Damn I bite too much." mumbled the drake as he searched the cabinets. "Where the fuck did I hide my rubies?" Once the drake acquired said gems, the drake sat himself on the counter as he idly munched on the rubies.

“Do you think you should be eating those first thing in the day?” Daemon said, suddenly next to him.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't be?" He asked after getting over the split shock of the mare appearing out of nowhere.

“It will spoil your appetite for the feast Celestia and Luna are preparing for us four.”

Shards of ruby shot out of the drake's mouth. "Wait, what?! When did they know we were coming?"

“When I just now told them as I was changing bodies. They said they’ll prepare a feast so stop filling yourself on those. It would make us look rude to not eat when they have gone through this trouble to prepare.”

Bakmah set down the bag of rubies with a sigh. "And rubies are my favorite." He shook his head. "First you weren't sure now you're tagging along as well as having a feast with the lot of us?" He shook his head before standing. "I'm preparing an Orb just in case." muttered the drake.

“Well, I thought it would be nice to let them know you were coming so they didn’t think some random dragon was storming their gates. But Celestia invited me over to a feast and Luna wanted me to come to...and I couldn’t turn away a free meal...”

"Wasn't the one you had not that long ago enough?" Asked Bakmah with a smirk as he pulled open the doors to his lab. He moved over to one of the bare spots on the wall, examining its surface.

“This body hasn’t had the pleasure of such a meal.” Bakmah could feel Daemon’s weight suddenly on his back. “Or the pleasure of such a thick dragon cock rammed up my ass.”

"I swear I picked the horniest mare to fall for." said the drake with a laugh. "We'll have to fix that tonight then, don't we?"

“Only if you bite my neck like that again. I enjoyed that part a lot.” Daemon giggled as she nipped at the back of Bakmah’s neck herself.

The drake gave a small shudder. "As long as you stop me if I get too into it." He stepped back from the wall before focusing his magic on the area, his claws glowing a dull red. He slowly moved his hand in a circle, a bright red orb appearing before him. Once he completed a full circle and closed off the Orb, he focused his magic to the inside, keeping his eyes closed as he made a replica of himself. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes with a gasp and stepped away.

"I need to fix how much energy this damned thing takes." muttered the drake. Daemon patted Bakmah on the back of the head.

“Thinking too much on it.” Daemon shifted her position on his back. “You have anything else you need to do? Celestia said the guards would let us in without a problem so go through the front gates please.”

"Anything else I need to do will take too much time." He prepared to snap his claws before freezing, looking back down at his lower half. "Though I should wash up first. Might send the wrong signals if I walk into the castle with cum on my crotch."

“Yes. You probably should.” Daemon jumped off his back. “I’ll met you back here. If I go, it might end up taking us longer.” The drake let out a chuckle.

"Yes, might be better if you stayed behind." Bakmah quickly left the lab, making his way to the next door bathroom. He closed the door behind him, grabbing a hand towel and walking over to the sink. After he had wet it down and wiped away any remains of their afternoon activities, the drake made his way back into the lab.

"I think we are lucky cum doesn't stick to scales as bad as it does fur." said the drake as he walked back into the room.

Daemon was sitting right where he had left her, a big smile on the mare’s face. “You did make sure that you are smelling properly too, right?”

The drake stared at her as he summoned a small bottle of clear liquid, spraying it all over his body before tossing it over his shoulder, the bottling disappearing before it hit the floor. "Satisfied?"

Daemon walked over to him, taking his chin in one hoof while licking the other before she began to wipe at the scales on his face. “Maybe you should take a full bath.”

"What happened to trying not to waste more time?" Asked the drake with a raised eyebrow.

“Well...Dammit. Let’s just go then.” Daemon threw her hooves into the air before facing away from him.

"Were we trying to fit some more time together, Daemon?" Asked Bakmah in an amused tone as he walked up behind her.

Daemon looked back at him with a dull expression. “I just wanted us both to look nice.” Bakmah gave a sigh before snapping his claws, his body glowing aqua. A few seconds later, the aura dropped to the floor with a splash, a film of dirt and grime tinting it.

"There. All nice and sparkly and I even smell nice." he said with a smirk.

“Good. Now are you ready to go? We’re going to be late.”

"Mhmm. So just teleport to the front gates then?" The scenery around them just suddenly changed without giving Bakmah so much as a warning, dropping them right in front of the castle gates, much to the guards dismay.

“No need. We’re here.” Daemon walked up to the guards, who were still offput about a Dragon and mare suddenly appearing in front of them. “Daemon Delirum and her escort. Both Celestia and Luna are expecting us.”

One of the guards nodded. “Yes Ma’am.” He stepped aside, horn glowing as he opened the gate.

Bakmah blinked as he followed the mare through the gates. "You never heard of warning others when you are about to do things, have you?"

“Warnings give you a false sense of security. Always prepare yourself for what may or may not happen.” Daemon gave her tail a light flick as she quickened her pace. “Now come along, Escort.”

"Why am I an escort?" He gripped his chest in mock pain. "I thought we really had something." he said with a pout.

Daemon laughed as she began walking up the steps to the castle’s front doors. “There you go thinking again. Wasn’t that already proved not healthy for you?”

"Especially when it relates to you, for some reason."

“Yeah. Funny how that works out.” Daemon watched as the doors glowed when they approached them, swinging open to allow her and Bakmah inside. They shut once both had entered.

They were immediately greeted by the sight of Celestia and Luna sitting side by side. The three mares sat down and started staring at each other. Their expressions were blank and time just seemed to creep by for Bakmah as the awkward silence ensued.

"And I thought it would be awkward when Celestia recognized me." muttered the drake, shifting uncomfortably.

Suddenly, all three mares smiled. Celestia flared her wings and bowed to them both. “Hello Bakmah and Daemon. I believe the castle chefs have prepared a delightful meal for us, even one to suite a dragon’s tastes. Shall we proceed to the dining room? We can speak of business there after our lunch.” She motioned for them to follow her before heading towards a side hallway.

"I have officially given up trying to understand you." whispered the drake to Daemon before following behind the Princess.

“That is for the better. Trust me. Also, this is where the chapter ends.”

“Wha-”

Author's Notes:

Damnit, Daemon. Stop breaking the Fourth Wall.

Daemon: Oh hush, you enjoy it.

I...no comment.

Chapter Eleven

Bakmah shifted in his seat. It felt awkward to sit in a room with his lover and the two alicorn princesses, one of which he had not a fun experience with. There was also the fact that he was sitting down for a formal meal. He hadn't had a proper meal in decades and his last formal meal was over three millennia ago.

"Are you not going to eat?" Bakmah blinked as he looked up, the three mares staring at him, two with curiosity, the other with mild annoyance.

"Sorry." The drake chuckled sheepishly. "Not used to a proper meal, let alone a formal one." The drake plucked up a polished sapphire in his claws, examining it before take a small bite out of it.

“You act like I don't ever feed you." said Daemon with a pout.

"Ice cream at Sugarcube Corner does not count as a meal." deadpanned Bakmah.

“That does sound like Daemon.” The Mistress of the Night looked up from her plate. “She could never seem to have a proper meal.”

Daemon huffed. “I wasn’t the one that was caught with my head literally stuck in a cookie jar though, was I?” Luna’s face took on a light blush.

“I hardly think this is the proper thing to speak of in front of guests.”

"Or maybe you’re still jealous I am a better cook than you. I still don’t understand how you caught a simple salad on fire.” Daemon picked up a half eaten piece of lettuce before tossing it across the table, it landing square in Luna’s plate.

Celestia just sipped on her tea as Luna got herself all flustered. “Well, Daemon. You were the one who told me I needed to cook a salad.” Luna picked up the lettuce piece and flung it at Daemon, who barely ducked under it.

"Oh how I missed these things with my brothers." said the drake with a shake of his head as he picked up a ruby and popped it in his mouth.

“I thought you would know better, considering how much time you spent in the kitchens and pantry.” Daemon picked up a tomato slice and threw it like a frisbee at Luna. Unfortunately, the princess didn’t have as much room as Daemon did to move and the tomato found itself speared on her horn.

“You always do that!” Luna’s horn glowed as she held Daemon in place before throwing her whole bowl of salad at her. Daemon could do nothing as was covered in salad bits.

“Okay, Lulu. Just remember that you took the next step.” Daemon suddenly appeared in front of Luna, standing on the table. Luna only had time to look up before Daemon squeezed the tube she held, a stream of ketchup pouring down on the Lunar Princess.

“Ugh! This is going to take forever to get out of my mane!” Luna jumped up and tackling the unicorn mare. Daemon’s laugh was cut short as her mouth was forcibly filled with the cherry pie that was reserved for dessert.

Celestia sighed as she watched the two smear the would be dessert in each others face. She stood up, front hooves propped up on the table. “Alright girls, I think it’s time to...” Celestia was interrupted as glob of cherry mass smacked her in the face. Both of the mares on the table watched as Celestia slowly wiped the pie off her face. “You will not escape unscathed.”

The two screamed as Celestia leaped into the fray. She barely reached them before getting caught by a red aura, the same aura surrounding Luna and Daemon. The two were pulled apart and left hovering above their seats. They were dropped and void to the chairs, all the while, Bakmah decided to try out his tea.

"I have to say, this is actually an amazing brew, Celestia. I'm jealous I never had much tea growing up." said the drake, holding his cup towards the bound goddess.

Celestia’s horn glowed as she dispelled Bakmah’s aura around her, falling back into her royal air. “Yes. The castle chefs are quite talented. I am extremely thankful for their services.” Celestia brought a napkin up to wipe some of the cherry pie on her face. “I apologize. It’s too easy to fall into old habits, it seems.”

"Its alright. We all do at one time or another."

“True. Now, I believe you had a few questions for me or my sister? Daemon wasn’t quite clear on the matter.”

“Eenope.” Daemon smiled as she nibble on a bit of tomato.

"Anything I should avoid?" Asked the drake, whispering to Daemon.

“I don’t know.” Daemon decided not to whisper like Bakmah. “Just go ahead and ask what you have on mind. Not gonna back down now, are you?”

"I just don't want to be kicked out of the bed again. That wasn't as fun as I would have liked it to be." he said with a smirk.

“Then you should listen to what I have to say.” Daemon stuck her tongue out. “But go ahead. Ask what you want.”

"Still afraid this might end like the Snuffy incident." said the drake with a shake of his head before turning to the alicorn goddesses. "Before I get to the main questions I have, I want to know exactly how Daemon lost her original body. You have to pitch in on answering this as well, Daemon."

Daemon just picked at her food in silence as the two alicorns looked up at Bakmah. Luna turned to watch Daemon as Celestia sighed. “It...I used the Elements of Harmony. I thought that maybe they would have done something akin to what they did with...Luna. It wasn’t until it was too late that I found out I was wrong.”

"You...tried to banish her?" A nod. "Mind explaining why?" Asked the drake with a sigh.

Daemon pushed her plate away. “Because I am responsible for Nightmare Moon.” She turned to smile at Bakmah.

"I..." He shook his head. "Explain, please."

“I’ll show you.” Daemon put her hoof up to her chest. The mare closed her eyes before grimacing and pulling something from her chest. She held it out over the table. It was a small seed. It was blackened like it just came out of a fire. It had swirling wisps of what looked like smoke circling around it.

At the sight of the seed, Luna physically cringed, trying to lean as far away from the thing as possible. Celestia just stared at the thing with unhidden contempt.

Bakmah watched the reactions of the the two mares before looking back up at Daemon. "Doesn't answer my question. All it answers is that it came from you."

“This is the source of the darkness that consumed Luna, making her into the Nightmare. It is parasitic almost, building on your fears and doubts to try to take hold. The weak of heart and mind cannot hope to overcome, but...if one can resist its pull, it can be a very powerful weapon. Maybe more so than the Elements themselves.” Daemon sighed before looking over at Luna. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you have it, Lulu, but a part of me thought that maybe you would have been able to overcome it.”

The Princess of the Night only could look down in shame. Daemon looked back at Bakmah. “I let Lulu have it. She couldn’t control it. Celestia came seeking vengeance for having to banish her sister in the moon.”

"A paranoid brother attacks his sister and nearly kills her for he was afraid that she would try to steal his newfound power. In anger and pain, the younger brother stole the elder brother's blade and beheaded him, arriving too late to save his sister." The drake gave a sigh. "Slightly similar stories, two different time periods." Bakmah stared up at the ceiling for a moment. "Tell me, Celestia, do you have any idea what the Elements did outside of destroying her body?"

“Even I do not fully understand how the Elements of Harmony work. I just know I am not happy with how things had turned out. Being left alone all those years. It was certainly a humbling experience.”

Bakmah cursed, bringing his claws up to his face and rubbing his temples. "Back to mere theories and small projects once again."

Celestia cocked her head as she turned her gaze towards the dragon. “What? What is the matter?” Daemon huffed before sliding the seed back into her chest, giving Bakmah a side glance.

"Uh...n-nothing. Just wasn't getting the answers I wanted to...start on a project of mine." said the drake, just noticing now he had forgotten about a proper excuse.

“You can tell her, Bakmah. I don’t mind.” Daemon sighed as she laid her head on the table.

Bakmah sat back up, shaking his head. "I asked if there were any other side effects besides your body lose, she said she didn't understand the full effects. I got my answer, it's just not what I would have liked to hear."

Luna had finally looked up from the table. “If it is for Daemon, I don’t mind helping in anyway I can. What is it that is wrong?”

"I..." He looked back at Daemon. "I'm not sure if I'm at liberty to say."

“Weak.” Daemon growled as she lifted her head off the table. “Any foals I have do not live extended lives. They live as long as a normal pony. It didn’t matter what I did, I had to watch her grow old and rot away in front of me and I couldn’t do a thing!”

Bakmah stayed silent as he wrapped a claw around her shoulder, rubbing it in small circles. "I should have answered for you. Please, just calm down and sit."

Daemon took in a deep breath and let it out slow, sitting down before smiling. “Now then, that wasn’t so hard.” While Celestia was at a loss of words, looking at Daemon with a mixture of pity and regrets, Luna was staring intensely at Bakmah as he comforted Daemon.

"I guess it wasn't." He said with a shake of his head. "But yes, that is perfectly what is currently wrong."

“I am sorry, Daemon.” Celestia reached up and took the tiara off her head, placing it on the table. “I am so sorry. I hurt you so much in my rash decisions. I made so many mistakes”

Daemon shook her head. “We all made many mistakes we regret, Celestia. We just have to learn to live with them and find the ponies, and dragons, that make it easier to do so. That is why you took that Twilight Sparkle under your wing, isn’t it?” Celestia just smiled and nodded.

Bakmah made a bit of a forced smile. "I have to agree on that. It has certainly made my life easier to go through." His claw gripped tighter around Daemon's shoulder as if she would be taken away from him.

“I promise you, Daemon. If there is anything me or Luna can do to help, do not hesitate to ask.” Celestia brought her cup of tea to her lips.

“How about having a foal and letting me adopt it?” Daemon threw up a magical barrier as a spray of tea came from across the table. Luna leapt up and started patting the Sun Princess’ back as she coughed and sputtered. “I was just kidding, Celly. Don’t get so worked up.” Daemon snickered at Celestia’s reaction.

The drake let out a huff. "I would at least like to have the foal be mine. At least so you can watch them grow up." said Bakmah, mumbling the last part.

“Oh, seems you already have a suitor, Celly. I did say I was ready to share you, didn’t I Bakksy? As long as I can watch.”

"Sorry. Not letting any other mare get in bed with me." He blinked. "Snuffy and Rarity were different."

Daemon frowned. “Is that so? Hmm. Luna, your bedroom please. Join me. I wanna see if he keeps to his word.” Daemon dunked under Bakmah’s arm and headed for the door. Luna just blinked as she watched Daemon sashay towards the exit, her face growing a deep red.

"Wait, which word do you want me to keep?" Asked the drake, turning to the mare. Daemon spun around and gave Bakmah an unamused look.

“ Sorry. Not letting any other mare get in bed with me.” Daemon flicked her tail. “Me and Luna are going to indulge in carnal activities. You will sit there and watch, not to touch yourself or to participate.”

“Luna and I...” Was all Celestia managed to sputter out.

"Wait, you are making me watch you two have sex with no way to relieve myself?"

“That is exactly what I am telling you. Now come on you two. I get cranky if you make me wait.” Luna just looked at Celestia.

“Is she serious?”

“I don’t know.”

“Should I go?”

“You’re a grown mare.”

"I suggest you go before you are dragged and tied to the bed. She is into that." deadpanned the drake. "Though I can see perfectly what she is trying to do." said Bakmah as he stood.

“And what am I trying to do, Bakksy?” Daemon watched with gleaming eyes as Luna began slowly around the table.

"Trying to see if I'll take Celestia on the bedroom floor."

Celestia shook her head. “I am going to finish here.” Celestia blinked before frowning. “I am going to finish eating here.”

"You sure? The table looks comfy." said the drake with a smirk.

Celestia took a deep breath. “Bakmah, after all the years I have lived. All the happiness, sadness, pain, turmoil, and destruction that I have seen and experienced. Not once during any of that have I taken a lover in my bed and I am not about to start. Especially with the pretenses built upon this subject.” Celestia took a sip of her tea. “That is not to say I will judge any of those who wish to participate in such activities for those reason. I just do not wish to be a part of it.”

"Ow. That hurts me." said Bakmah with a pout. "But yes, I'm sticking to Daemon only."

“No.” Daemon laughed. “That won’t work, Bakksy. If you want to have a lasting relationship with me, you can not be afraid to deviate to other mares. Or dragons. I don’t even mind if you take a griffon to bed.” Daemon smiled as Luna came up next to her. “Trust me, this will make our relationship healthy.”

The drake let out a sigh before smiling. "Alright. But she is going to have to agree if anything is happening and I'm not cumming in her."

“Deal. Also, change of plans.” All the doors to the room could be heard locking. Daemon suddenly teleport both her and Luna onto the table. Luna on her back and Daemon on top of her. Daemon wasted no time, pulling the Mistress of the Night into a deep kiss. Celestia just rubbed her temples with her hooves.

“I am not going to be let out of this room, am I?”

"None of us are until they are done." He smirked. "And until we have sex as well."

“I have been abstinent all this time. Not breaking that now.” Celestia watched as Daemon and Luna kissed. “And it’s not like this is new to me.” Celestia got herself comfortable as she took a bite of her meal, not wanting the chefs hard work going to waste.

"Oh? Well, I never knew a virgin as old as you would be so comfortable with this." The drake pushed himself back far enough that his hardened member was clearly visible, still twenty inches from his and Daemon's last go. "Might as well let this breathe, then."

Celestia eyed the drake’s member for a moment before shaking her head. “I could always expect her and Luna to be always be up to something in the mornings back then. Or late at night. It’s a wonder I ever slept at all.” The two mares broke from the kiss, smiling at each other.

“Just like old times, Lulu.”

“Almost like old times, Daemon. You were never this small. But I have to admit, it adds a certain cuteness to you.”

"She's mine, Luna." said the drake as he propped his feet on the table.

“Not then and not at this moment, she isn’t.” Luna moaned as Daemon began nibbling her neck, giving Bakmah a smirk.

"Just don't wear her out. I still need to break that body in properly tonight."

Either Luna didn’t hear him or she ignored the drake as Daemon peppered her neck with kisses, letting her head fall back on the table. Celestia just sighed and shook her head as she continued to eat. “The things I put up with.”

"Why are you complaining? You aren't getting horny with no way to relieve yourself except the other occupant who refuses to let anyone get near her stuck up ass sexually."

Celestia stomped a hoof on the table. “Mr. Genesis! I said I have never taken a lover in my bed. That does not mean I have never had a sexual encounter.”

“Meaning she’s had sex but has not had a relationship.” Daemon piped up before making a trail of kisses leading down Luna’s body.

"What a lonely lonely mare. How do you ever plan on having a family if you just one and done everypony you fuck?" Asked the drake, shaking his head.

There was a growing blush on Celestia’s face. “It’s not like that. It was only during my estrus cycle. And both of us knew it was only a one time thing.”

“I don’t think that time I caught you sucking off one of your guards was during your cycle.”

“Oh shut up, Daemon!”

"So you fuck once a year? Damn, the sexual frustration that builds up to then must be painful." said Bakmah, shifting his hips slightly to let his member sway side to side. "I know for a fact it becomes...excruciating after about a decade. Then it's nothing more than a migraine for the next century until you do get laid. I have to thank you for that, Daemon. I was almost considering on taking the nearest animal in my state."

“Snuffy.” Daemon chuckled before lowering her head between Luna’s legs, using her lips to play with the teat on one of her soft mounds. Celestia watched Daemon and Luna for a second more before turning to Bakmah.

“Who is this Snuffy? They have been mentioned several times.”

"A dragon, tiger mix with a dash of unicorn that lives with us." Bakmah coughed. "I may have had sex with her during her cycle. Then again, my weakness is a mare in need. Daemon found this out very quickly."

“He thought she was a pet up until she talked after the deed was done.” Daemon giggled as she suckled on one of Luna’s teats, making the mare moan. “It’s too bad you don’t have these when you turn female, Bakksy. I love playing with them.”

"They are on my chest." said the drake idly. "Don't come out until I'm pregnant. I'll make the come out next time I turn female, if you want."

Celestia perked her ears. “That reminds me. There was quite a disturbance in ponyville the other day. Something about a stallion and dragoness rutting on my statue in the middle of town...”

"They made you're flank a bit too big but I thought it felt rather comfortable." said Bakmah with a smirk. "If it helps, we tried to keep the majority inside." The drake winked at her before setting his head back.

A particularly loud moan came from Luna, indicating Daemon has decided to do more than just foreplay. The alicorn put a hoof on Daemon’s head as the unicorn worked her tongue against Luna’s dark folds. Celestia shifted uncomfortably in her spot. “So that was you two. I was wondering about that.”

The drake stared up at the two mares on the table before looking over at Celestia. "It would only be a one time thing." said the drake, motioning to his member. "I'll even go back to my normal size." His dick glowed red before shrinking seven inches back down to thirteen. "It'll help us both in the long run."

Celestia just flicked her ear, going to take another sip of her tea, only to find the cup empty. She set it down with a sigh, looking at her nearly cleared plate. “I was really hoping that this was going to be a normal meal.”

"I learned to give up on normal during my time with Daemon. Besides, I found normal quite boring after a century." said the drake with a roll of his hand.

“I’ve found it to be very calming.” Celestia watched the two on the table, slowly shaking her head. “This is absurd. My cycle has already passed.” The alicorn of the sun stood up, slowly making her way over to Bakmah. She looked at his member before looking up at him. “Are you really, truly wanting this?”

"Gods, Celestia. You're acting like if we touch nasties you'll start shooting out foals." said the drake with the roll of his eyes. "But yes, I am sure. It gets painful after a certain size and enough...temptation."

“I already have a contraceptive spell in place.” Celestia took a deep breath. “I am just uncomfortable with the...company. It’s usually just me and the stallion.” Celestia slowly turned around to present herself to Bakmah, revealing to him just how turned on she was. Her sex was dripping as if she had already came from just watching the two on the table go at it. “Can you reach or would you like me to...um...ride it?”

"I would prefer you to go at your own pace." said the drake, setting his feet on the ground and spreading his legs. "And a tip, block out the others around you and either focus on the task at hand, or the stallion. You could also think of a stallion, or mare, that you would rather have than me. That Twilight Sparkle is a good example."

"I do not have any sexual feelings towards my former student." said Celestia, looking back at the drake.

"Then think of somepony else, if you need to." said the drake, shifting in his seat. "Are you going to begin soon? This is getting painful." Bakmah reached out and gripped the alicorn’s flanks, the light pink of her folds spreading to reveal a deeper pink inside.

“I don’t need to think of somepony else. It would be wrong.” Celestia said lightly as she got into position. “But I can not believe I am going along with this.” Celestia lowered herself onto the drake’s member. Celestia gasped as the dragon slid easily into her wet marehood. “Oh my.” Celestia moaned as she slid all the way down to where her flank sat in Bakmah’s lap. “That feels so much different than a stallion.”

Bakmah traced his claws over the princess’ cutie mark. “That statue may have been more in your likeness than I thought.” He smirked up at her. “I think we both may enjoy this more than we thought."

Just as Celestia pulled up, Luna let out a loud moan. She held Daemon’s head down as she bucked against the unicorn’s muzzle. Celestia didn’t move as Luna came, opting to watch as the alicorn rode out her orgasm. When it ended, Daemon pulled her head from between Luna’s legs, the mare’s juices dripping from her muzzle. “Well, go on, you two.”

Celestia blinked before she let herself slide back down the length of Bakmah’s shaft, moaning as she did so.

"I'm starting to think thirteen inches is just too short for you, Celestia." said the drake with a hum. His magic surrounded his member again. He lifted up Celestia as far as he needed, adding an extra seven inches. "Much better. Careful now, don't want to hurt yourself."
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Celestia nodded, lowering herself on him much more slowly. She gritted her teeth as his cock spread her pretty pink princess pussy even further than before. She groaned as she rolled her hips, trying to get used to him inside of her.

"That's it, just sit there a moment." said the dragon softly, massaging her flank. "Just let me know when you're ready to move again."

“I am ready.” Celestia said with a deep breath, lifting up until just his tip was inside of her before slowly letting it slide back inside of her. She began a slow rhythm of this, letting out a small “umph.” every time he bottomed out inside of her.

Bakmah let out a groan. His claws tightened their grip on her flanks. "Ah yes. That's perfect." He moaned. He opted for biting his bottom lip instead of Celestia as he let out another moan.

Celestia started moving faster up and down his cock, but was still going at what could be considered a slow pace. The Princess didn’t mind though, seeming to enjoy it. Daemon was resting completely on the belly of the spent Luna, watching Bakmah and Celestia’s fun with rapt attention. It seemed like she was almost waiting for something.

"Enjoying yourself?" Asked the drake, smirking at Daemon.

Daemon just shrugged, smirking back at him. “Not yet.”

The drake blinked before turning his attention back to Celestia. "I'm almost afraid of what you got planned. I just learned not to worry too much." said the drake, looking back at her through the corner of his eye.

“Maybe you should take your own advice and just worry about the mare on your cock. Drown out the other two in the room.” Daemon snickered to herself as she slid off of Luna and sat up on the table.

"Difficult when it's you in the room." mumbled the drake as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his claws massaging Celestia's flanks. He let out a moan, starting to thrust slowly.

“Yes.” Celestia moaned as he thrust. “Just a little more.” Celestia began coming down on him harder, warning of her orgasm that was about to come.

Feeling his own orgasm coming, Bakmah placed his claws firmly around the mare's barrel. He huffed as he picked up his pace. He lifted Celestia up so she was sitting on his lap, him being the only thing keeping her up.

As the pressure neared its breaking point, Bakmah slammed into the mare two more times before starting to pull out. It was then Daemon leapt from the table, pushing Celestia down with her hooves and magic, making the dragon hilt inside of her.

Celestia screamed as she came. The flow of warm juices and the contracting of the princess’ inner walls around his member was too much for Bakmah. He couldn’t hold back as he released his seed inside Celestia. Daemon looked around at Bakmah with a triumphant smile, watching him as the two came.

The drake moaned as his head fell back. His breath came out in pants as he came down from his high. "What...the fuck was...that?" He asked, picking up his head enough to stare at Daemon.

“What are you getting mad at? She can’t get pregnant with the spell in place, so I saw no point in letting you do something as stupid as pull out.”

Celestia pushed Daemon away from her, still panting. “That hurt, Daemon.”

“You seemed to like it.”

“Only because I was so close already.”

Daemon just shrugged.”Whatever. You can thank me later.” She said as she went to go crawl back up on Luna.

"Because my relationship with Celestia isn't nothing more than acknowledgment of the other. Last time we met I was screaming profanities as I was dragged out." said the drake as he slowly began to remove Celestia from his lap.

Celestia complied, removing herself from him. After she was off and sitting next to him, she bowed her head. “And I have to apologize for that. If I knew then what I know now, I would have helped. At the time, I thought you were trying to bring a war to my doorstep. One my ponies were not ready for. I am sorry, Bakmah.”

"It wouldn't have mattered whether you agreed to or not." said the drake with a shake of his head. "She was dead when I got back. She must have died when we were talking."

“Still, I feel partially responsible. I should have helped when I could have, even if it was to be in vain.”

“Yeah yeah. Feeling all warm and cozy after a good rutting, willing to let bygones be bygones. All forgetting about the mare that was left high and dry.” Daemon had thrown herself over Luna, her flank up in the air due to the difference in their sizes. Daemon had her legs spread and her tail to the side, giving them a good view of her moist sex.

"Ah yes, I still need to break that body in." said Bakmah, standing up out of his chair. "Choose the hole and the length. Thirteen, twenty, or twenty-five?"

“Normal anatomy for this body, Bakksy. You know which hole to use if you're going to be bigger than normal.” Daemon wiggled her flank at Bakmah. “Come on, Bakksy. I am getting cold like this.”

"As much as I want to see how tight this body is, I think I'll go with your pussy." said Bakmah, his length returning to its normal size. "Are we inviting Luna and Celestia, or would you prefer to be just us?" The drake placed his claws on either side of her flank, his tip playing with her entrance.

“They can play with us if they want to. I don’t think you wou-”

“The night has returned!” Daemon jumped as Luna stiffened her limbs. Both her and Luna started laughing at the same time as the Princess relaxed.

“Have a nice nap?”

“Yes! I have not had fun like that for over a thousand years. Having you as my first suitor was a bit overwhelming. Were...were you two about to rutt on top of me?”

“Yes.”

“Carry on!”

"We were discussing if you two would like to join but if you would rather just lay there..." Bakmah trailed off as he slowly pushed himself in. "No teeth?" He asked, leaning down to Daemon's ear.

Daemon just purred as she felt Bakmah’s thickness inside of her. “Whatever you feel like, Bakksy.” Luna looked up at Bakmah.

“It’s not that I don’t want to join. I just don’t believe I could stand up right now. Not properly, anyways. Daemon is very skilled with her tongue. Something I have always enjoyed.”

"Well, I'm sorry about all and any stains your coat is about to receive." said Bakmah before he opened his jaw, slowly closing it around Daemon's shoulder while keeping away from any major arteries.

Luna watched as Daemon let out a high pitched moan as Bakmah bit her. “Stains are nothing new. Oh Daemon! You remember when you wanted to try out that new spell? I couldn’t get the stains out of my coat for a week. Everypony was wondering why I always wore that dress.”

Bakmah paused, looking up at Luna for a second before pulling out until just the tip remained, slamming his hips back into the mare with a grunt. Luna widened her eyes as she was jostled from the thrust. She stared at Bakmah for a moment before smirking.

“Or remember that one time when we snuck into Celestia’s room and rutted on her bed? You said you loved when I was your naughty little mare.”

Celestia frowned. “Hey! That...explains why my bed was wet that one time.”

“Wasn’t just one time.”

Bakmah let out a low growl as he started up a brisk pace of pumping into the mare, his grip and bite becoming tighter. “Bakksy.” Daemon moaned before burying her face into Luna’s fur. Luna just began stroking Daemon’s mane.

“Or how you woke me up every evening, saying how you couldn’t start the night without my taste on your lips.”

A plate covered in a red aura fell up from its place on the table and rammed into Luna's face, forcing it back onto the table. Bakmah let out a snort as he continued to pump into the mare, his jaw loosening a bit as he did.

Luna spun around, sliding out out from under Daemon as a bowl smashed against the back of Bakmah’s head. The absence of Luna seemed to bring Daemon out of her trance, looking up to see a trickle of blood on the Princess’ forehead.

One of the pots of tea lifted itself in the air before hurtling towards Luna. The Princess of the Night ducked in time to have it fly into the wall behind her, Bakmah glaring at her as he continued on.

Unfortunately, Daemon wasn’t having any of it. Just as Luna began raising a platter in retaliation, Daemon teleported away from Bakmah to slam it back onto the table with her hoof. “Just what in the hell do you two think you’re doing?!”

Bakmah fell to floor, his claws clasped around his crotch in which decided to slam against the side of the table when Daemon disappeared. The drake laid there for a second before sitting. "I...do not care that...you two had something long ago. I do not need details that you specifically said to piss me off. I could tell by the tone of your voice and the change in your aura that is what you were doing." said the drake, glaring at Luna. He groaned before leaning forward, his claws gripping his member.

“Like that isn’t what you were doing. All over her when we were trying to eat. She was mine long before she was ever yours!” Luna snorted and stamped a hoof on the table. “You have no right entering this place acting like that!”

"I didn't even know you two were even a thing!" Shouted Bakmah as he stood, revealing a small pool of blood on the floor. "What do expect me to act like when I'm not aware of something like that?!"

“Enough, ENOUGH!” Daemon’s mane and tail lit ablaze. “I thought this would be fun!” The room began shaking. “I thought you two would get along!” The window in the room cracked, showing it wasn’t just the room that was shaking. “I thought I could spend some good fun time with the two I love most in this world without childish, meaningless bickering!” The white of one of Daemon’s eyes turned red, a trickle of blood running from the corner of it. “But that just isn’t possible is it. I just can’t be with the ones I love, can I?!” Daemon coughed, blood coming up as she did. “To the bowels of Tartarus with the both of you.” With that, Daemon disappeared, the earthquake along with her.

Bakmah fell to his knees, am expression of horror on his face. "No. No no no no no!" He grasped his head in his claws and fell to the floor. "Not again..." He whispered. He sat there before standing, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Where did she go?"

A hoof found a place on Bakmah’s back. “She probably just went home.” Celestia rubbed the dragon’s back. “She is alright. Her body just was able to take that amount of magic. Go home to her. The last thing Daemon needs right now is to be alone.” Celestia turned to Luna. “And you. You are coming with me to see what damages there are from that earthquake. This is your fault too.”

"Before you go, Luna, I have to say sorry." The drake turned to the indigo alicorn. "I...I was too protective over something so trivial. I lost too many loved ones that I clung to Daemon more than I should have." His claw glowed, a similar glow appearing on her forehead as the gash was healed. "Now ponies won't have a heart attack when they see your head." He turned away and made his way towards the doors. "If you never see me again, she probably killed me and my clone."

“Bakmah, wait. I need to apologize too.” She rubbed her leg with a hoof. “What I had with Daemon was a long time ago and I was a fool to think she didn’t move on. I acted like a jealous foal. Daemon deserved better than what we gave her.” Luna took a step towards him. “And I believe you can do that. Please, just let her be happy.”

Bakmah smiled. "I will." He gave a small sigh before scratching the back of his head, just them realizing the gash on the back of his head. He blinked before quickly healing. "I will be off. Good luck, you two."

“And good luck to you, Bakmah.” Celestia nodded, her horn glowing as she started to clean up the mess that had been made. Bakmah nodded at the two of them before teleporting away.

The first thing Bakmah noticed as he entered the throne room was the lack of light, natural dark falling over it. The drake stood there as he let his eyes adjust until he could properly see every detail once again, albeit with a green tinge.

The drake carefully made his way over towards the hallway, looking around to find any sort of damage, finding none. He gave a silent sigh before continuing down the hallway.

He first checked his lab, more for the sake of seeing if she did any damage to either one of his bodies in her anger. Once he was satisfied with them, he quietly closed the double doors and turned towards the last possible room.

Bakmah slowly turned the handle to the bedroom door, pushing it open as slow as he dared.

“It hurts that you think I would have messed with your stuff.” Daemon was on her bed, covers wrapped around her to where only her head poked out. “I am not backhanded like that, Bakmah.”

"You were angry enough that I didn't know what you would have done." He said softly. "Besides, all that would have meant if you did do something was that I have to spend fifty years fixing my body." He slowly walked in and sat down at the edge of the bed, giving her enough room. "Both of us are extremely sorry for how we acted. I was overprotective, she was too jealous. We were both acting like foals and you deserved better."

Daemon sat quietly for a moment before sighing. “I wasn’t angry. Not really. I really thought you two would get along. I really wanted you two too. It was my mistake to be there. It should have just been you and Celestia. It’s all my fault again.”

"No." said Bakmah, standing. "It's not. If you didn't come, we would have still fought, it would have just been Celestia instead of Luna. It was our fault, not yours." He sat down on the bed, daring himself to place a claw on her shoulder. "I never want to hear you say something was your fault except if includes our sex life and magically disappearing genitals again." said the drake with a ghost of a smirk.

Daemon didn’t so much as move. “I...” Daemon sighed, turning to him. The red in her eye showing she hasn’t switched bodies. “I want your honest opinion. Is it wrong that I don’t want to choose between you or Luna? That I want you both?”

Bakmah sighed. "Why would it be wrong? We live too long that we should be forced when it comes to the subject of who we must love. If I have to share you with Luna, I will. I will even open up fully to her as I have to you if I must. I will never make you choose, and I don't think she would either."

“That is why I wanted you to not be afraid to take another mare. And it does build up a healthier relationship for those who live as long as us. I guess I was trying to push things too quickly, wasn’t I?” Daemon tried to turn her body around, but only succeeded in falling over. “Ow...”

The drake let out a small chuckle as he reached over and helped her back up. "It would have been nice if we were both informed of this before hand. It probably have gone a lot smoother, but I say it ended well."

“Maybe, but then I would have felt like you two were just forcing yourselves to get along for my benefit. I don’t want that.” Daemon pulled the covers off her, holding up one of her forelegs tenderly. “It’s broken.” She whispered.

Bakmah gently placed his claw under her hoof. He leaned forward and planted a small kiss on it, her foreleg glowing red as he mended the break. "Better?" He asked quietly. She shook her head.

“It helps the pain but the whole bone in the leg has deteriorated to be very brittle. It’ll still break easy enough. I am going to have to change into another body.” A smiled played itself across the mare’s face. “And I have a surprise for you, in regards of that.” Daemon nuzzled against Bakmah. “But it’ll take the night to finish it.”

A yawn escaped his lips before he planted a kiss on her forehead. "Then I shall wait till morning. I think sleep will do me some good after our...interesting and eventful day."

“Then sleep, Bakksy. I will be here when you wake up.”

Chapter Twelve

Bakmah stared across the starry expanse with a blank expression. He looked down and watched a comet shoot past his feet.

"Over three thousand years and not once you come and visit me. It hurts my ancient heart." Bakmah turned around to face a dragon the size of Canterlot. His scales were black, eyes of yellow and wings that looked like they were of the heavens.

"Because we never really had much of a relationship even when you were alive, Dad." said Bakmah with a shake of his head. "I actually came here to ask if you can show me an alternate reality."

"You aren't going to have me show you a reality when we are all alive, are you?" Asked Volcanic with a flat look. Bakmah chuckled.

"Nah. Amara taught me better. You helped a bit."

"Good to know I taught someone better." The old god let out a sigh. "So what am I showing?"

"What would happen if I met Daemon before she lost her body?"

"Moved on, I see." Volcanic chuckled. "Alright. Here you go."

Bakmah blinked as he found himself in the Everfree once again. The brush was less wild and more tamed, showing its youth. The drake looked up to see the sun shining down through the canopy. He heard a twig break, his head instinctively turning in the direction of the noise.

A taller, more older looking version of himself appeared walking through the forest with a look that was somewhere between a scowl and a sad frown. The drake let out a huff, leaning against the nearest tree and sliding down to the ground. He placed his head in his claws for a second before letting out growl, slamming his head back into the trunk of a tree with a tremendous crack.

"Damnit!" His voice sounded somewhere between a shout and a sob. Bakmah winced.

"Not long after Thera's death, it seems." muttered the drake before going back to watching. Younger Bakmah began to cry softly.

His head perked up as an unknown presence filled the air. Meanwhile, Bakmah shook his head as he almost immediately recognized it as Daemon. Past Bakmah stood up, searching the trees as he prepared his magic.

"Now, now, Little One. There is hardly any need for that." Both Bakmahs turned towards the sound of the voice, only one blushing madly as he took in Daemon's form.

The alicorn was slightly taller than Luna but stall came short to Celestia. Her mane was a fire of purple and black as she approached the drake with a grin. "Gods, the memories this brings back." said Bakmah with a grin.

"Oh." said the drake with a frown. "I am not in the mood to deal with any of you alicorns, so please, leave." Past Bakmah gave a grunt as he fell back onto his tree, sitting down.

Daemon frowned before sitting down on her haunches. The drake closed his eyes and did his best to ignore her. He sat there for an hour, waiting for the alicorn to leave. When she didn't, he let out a sigh and shot a glare at her.

"Is there something that you wanted, Miss?" Asked the drake. Daemon perked up a bit.

"Oh, plenty of things. But, as of this moment, I would like to hear why you have so much resentment towards Alicorn's." said Daemon, crossing her forehooves in front of her. The drake eyed her for a second.

"Do you know what a Dragon God is, miss?" He asked.

"Yes, I do know what a Dragon God is." The purple alicorn smiled at him.

"Well then, you are staring at the last of them. The rest of my family killed themselves off within the past week." He let his head fall against the trunk of the tree. "I tried to save my sister, but she was denied medical assistance when I asked Celestia for it. I was brought to her because I killed a group of hunters trying to kill my sister for award."

"Doesn't mean that all alicorns would have made the same decision." said Daemon with a shake of her head. "You can't blame a whole race for the act of one. If that was the case, the entire world would be at war." Daemon stood and trotted over to the drake sitting down in front of him. "I do not completely agree with Celestia's actions, but I don't agree with yours, either. I'm sure a growl would have been sufficient instead of bloodshed."

"You don't think straight when you want nothing more than to protect the ones you love combined with shock, horror, and adrenaline. I wasn't thinking when I killed them. I could only think about protecting her." said the drake staring past the mare at nothing.

“You look cold...and hungry. How about coming with me so I can get some food in your belly and something to warm you up?” Daemon held out a hoof. “My name is Daemon, by the way.”

"Bakmah. I'm Bakmah." He took her hoof and gave it a small shake before standing, coming up as tall as she was. "And, um, yes. I...would like some food."

Daemon watched with a smile as Bakmah scarfed down the meal she had brought him. She took to the floor in front of him while giving the dragon her bed to sit on. “I can only assume you like my cooking?”

The drake blinked before smiling sheepishly. "Heh heh, yeah. I don't eat meals not prepared by servants or maids usually. Hell, I hardly eat anything but the gems the servants pack for me. I have to admit this tastes better!"

“I am glad to hear that.” Daemon set aside the dishes of the finished meal before scooting closer to him. “I was wondering if you could help me with something. I know it may seem a little selfish asking you this after everything, but you have every right to say no.”

"What is it?" Asked the drake.

Daemon placed a hoof on his chest before pushing him on his back. Her head found its way between his legs and her tongue across the sheath that held what she wanted. “It’s something that every mare needs a strong male to help her with.”

Bakmah blinked as he found his surroundings changed. "You are an asshole, Dad." said Bakmah to the ceiling. He could almost hear the ancient god laugh at him. The drake sighed before looking around.

A blush crept across his face as he found himself in bed, between Daemon and Luna. The two mares smiled in content, the drake with a very weary grin. It didn't take Bakmah long to figure out what exactly they had done. It helped that both mares had a hoof under the blanket, meeting at the same place, a sizable bulge between his legs.

“Are you really wanting to go another round, Bakksy? I feel if me and Luna keep this up, we’re gonna wear you down to a nub. Then no one is happy.”

"Fine." said the drake with a pout. "We'll call it a night...as long as we get a chance in the morning."

Luna huffed. “I think we all could do without the morning.”

"We need morning at some point, Lulu." said Bakmah, turning to look at the Night Princess.

“Yes, because we have to praise and bask in her glory while running away when night looms overhead.” Luna snorted. “Everypony either sees me as a joke or the source of their problems.”

"Luna, we had this conversation before, that is not true. Yes, there are ponies out there like that. Hell, I have ponies blame me for every pony that goes missing or ends up murdered. But we all know that is not true." He lifted her chin with a claw. "Day and night create balance. Without this balance the world would wither."

“And you wouldn’t want me to wither, would you Lulu?” Daemon looked over Bakmah with a pout. Luna just giggled and shook her head.

“I do not, but I wish everypony didn’t consider me the weak and secondary sister.”

Daemon grinned, “They don’t have to...”

"Be nice, Daemon." said Bakmah with a chuckle. "Anyways, you don't need the approval of everypony. The most approval I have is you two, Celestia to an extent and a guard or two and I'm perfectly fine with that." He planted a kiss on each of their muzzles.

“I know. I was just talking about something I made. I am still testing it but its results are staggering. Even more so the the Elements of Harmony.” Daemon snuggled up against Bakmah.

Luna bit her lip. “I would like to see what you have made, Daemon. But that can wait for another time. I am ready for another round, Bakksy.”

“So soon, Lulu?”

“Hearts and Hooves day is coming up.”

“Oh great. I should have fun afterwards.”

"Hearts and Hooves so soon? That's the day we usually have a sex marathon, right?" Asked the drake.

“It is.” They both said in unison.

"Damn, I need to restock on lube and make sure I'm in shape." Bakmah hummed thoughtfully as he put his arms around both mares. "Unless you want to go bare all night long."

“We’ll show you bare.” Daemon motioned to Luna before both mares dove under the covers. It wasn’t long before he could feel both of their tongues stroking his member.

"Gods damnit, Dad!" Shouted Bakmah. He quickly realized he was in Daemon’s lab. The past him had Daemon up on one of her tables. Luna was no where in sight.

“Bakksy.” Daemon cooed as she wrapped her hind legs around his waist. “I have been thinking about something...something important.”

"Oh?" He asked, bringing his muzzle closer to hers. "And what would that be?"

“I was wondering...that maybe we could...have a foal together.”

Bakmah froze looking down at her. "A..a foal? You really are ready for that?"

Daemon nodded. “I am. Luna is not. I have talked to her about this already. She said it wouldn’t bother her if we had a foal together. I think it would be wonderful if we could start a family together, now when everything is so peaceful in the world. Me, you, Luna, and a little one running around. It’s why I stopped you. If you said yes, I was going to remove the contraceptive spell.”

The drake let his head rest on her forehead as he thought for a moment. After a while, he placed a small kiss on her lips. "Remove it."

Daemon smiled, her horn glowing for only a moment. “It’s gone.” She pulled im into a kiss, moaning as he began to pump into her once more.

"Real funny." said the drake as he looked up. "I can't even watch as I help create a life." Bakmah looked around to find himself in Daemon’s throne room, the alicorn alone on her throne with tears streaming down her face.

There was a crash as Celestia busted through the ceiling, the Elements of Harmony orbiting around her.

“YOU! This is your fault!”

Daemon just nodded. “I should have never given it to her. I told her what would happen, but I should have never given it to her.”

Celestia shot a beam of light from her horn, catching Daemon in the shoulder. Daemon cried out in pain, but instinctively covered her stomach. “I am not going to fight you, Celestia.”

“Then you are going to make this easy. You will pay for making me banish my sister in the moon.” Celestia brought the Elements in front of her, gathering energy into them. Daemon looked up, an expression of fear on her face.

It was obvious she knew she wasn’t going to escape. Her horn glowed before a spire of amber shot up from the ground, piercing her through the middle. It quickly retracted back into the ground. Celestia looked confused on what was happening but didn’t back down, a beam of rainbow light shooting from the Elements.

Daemon just smiled and sat up tall. “I am ready for my punishment.” That was the last thing that was heard before the beam struck Daemon.

The sound of something breaking and shouts woke Bakmah from his nap. The drake shook his head as he removed the piece of paper that was stuck on his forehead from sleeping on his desk again.

The drake stood as he heard more shooting, grumbling as he made his way out of his lab and down the hall. He heard what sounded like shifting stone and the hum of magic, but ignored it as he walked around the corner.

He froze, watching a beam of rainbow arch across the throne room from Celestia towards Daemon, and his unborn. He could barely hear her speak as she was struck, the light of the rainbow engulfing her body. The drake covered his eyes to block away the light. Once the light faded, Daemon no longer sat on her throne. No. That was wrong. She did.

Bakmah stared at the pile of ash that sat on the throne. Celestia stared in shock and horror before finally noticing the drake. Tears formed in his eyes as he weakly lifted a claw towards the mound.

"Why?" He asked in a quiet voice as he approached it. Red slowly started to fill into his iris'. "She was with foal. We wanted a family." His voice picked up in volume, a dark wisp appearing above his head. Each one of his limbs slowly changed, one of fire, water, air, earth. "I didn't even know what it was yet!" He suddenly whipped around to face Celestia, the wisp becoming a black crown, the heavens swirling around it.

"I...I didn't..." Celestia slowly backed away. The dragon growled.

"You didn't what?!" Shouted Bakmah, his voice deeper than usual. "Tell me what you didn't mean to do! Look at that and tell me what you didn't mean to do!?" The walls shook with the power of hs voice.

"It wasn't supposed to kill her! I didn't want to kill her!" Said Celestia, tears stinging her own eyes.

"Lies! You wanted her dead!" He took a step forward. "You just lie because you are afraid."

Celestia shook her head. "I don't lie! It was supposed to do to her what it did Luna! She should have just been banished!" Celestia snapped her mouth shut as she realized her mistake.

"Luna..." The drake blinked before growling. "You took Luna from me as well?!" The drake snarled as he charged the mare, the flame transferring to his right arm as he prepared to strike Celestia. The mare was able to just barely dodge him, backing up towards the throne.

"Please, listen to me, Bakmah! I didn't want to do what I did! Luna wanted to plunge us into eternal night, I had to banish her. And Daemon, she created the...thing that caused her to do it!" Celestia shook her head. "Please understand!"

Bakmah growled before teleporting, his stone arm grabbing Celestia by the throat. "Enough with your lies!" Growled the drake, crushing her neck. "You die here."

Tears streamed down Celestia's face as she lit her horn. "I-I'm s-sorry." A bright flash filled the room. Bakmah stared at her, his eyes slowly fading back into amethyst, his limbs becoming normal and his ether crown disappearing. The drake coughed up blood before releasing the mare, falling back on the floor, grabbing at the sizable hole in his stomach.

Celestia gasped for air as she hit the ground. She lifted her gaze to Bakmah as he struggled to breath and stop himself from bleeding out. "I'm sorry." Whispered the Sun Princess. She stood, backing away before disappearing in a flash of light. Bakmah stared out to Daemon's remains. A single tear rolled down his eye before he ceased to exist.

Bakmah now found himself in a large clearing. It was obvious he was in the Everfree Forest. In the middle of the clearing sat a filly, maybe nine or ten years of age. Her bushy white mane hid all but the tips of the spines that ran down her back. Her scales were a brilliant purple with her underbelly a soft white. She had her leathery wings spread to catch the warm rays of the sun. Her flank was adorned with a single star mark, which she brushed the white, furred tip of her tail with.

Her Amethyst eyes were glued to the tombstone in front of her. She had a light but solemn smile as she took a deep breath.

“Star! Starsoul, where are you?!” A voice that was unmistakingly Daemon’s called out. The dragon filly rolled her eyes.

“You know where, Mom!”

It didn’t take long before Daemon appeared next to the filly. She looked as Bakmah knew her now, except her mane and tail was much more tidy. “I don’t like it when you hide from me.” She pulled the filly in for a hug. “Come to see your Father?”

“Yeah. I thought he would like to see me on my birthday.”

“Yeah. I am sure he is happy to see you.” Daemon sighed. “But I am sure he would love it more if you didn’t let your food get cold. Now come on and head home.” Daemon laughed as the filly stuck her tongue out and bounded off.

“That’s my Starsoul...My single reminder.”

Bakmah choked out a small sob as he reached out with a claw, slowly making his way to Daemon. Suddenly the world around him rapidly began to fall apart as he awoke.

Bakmah woke up with a gasping sob, tears streaming down his cheeks. He stared up at the ceiling to Daemon's room. He took a shaky breath before wiping away his tears.

“Bakksy.” A voice that was Daemon’s but the same time not hers chimed out. “Are you okay?” Something next to him in bed nuzzled him, but it wasn’t made of the fur he was accustomed to.

"I...I saw an alternate reality....of if we met before you lost your body." He closed his eyes. "I watched as Luna slowly became bitter. I loved her alongside you. We...we conceived a foal." His voice hitched. “I watched you loose your body. I was so angry....I tried to kill Celestia..." A sob. "You had to raise Starsoul yourself." he said quietly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

A long tail wrapped itself around Bakmah’s as a rough tongue licked at his tears. “This is why I do not look at the what ifs, Bakksy. They only seem to cause pain. Now come on. I have your surprise all ready.” The torches in the room lit up.

Bakmah opened his eyes with a sigh, turning to face Daemon. Instead of finding a unicorn next to him he found a purple dragoness coming up a few inches short of him. Her under belly was a light grey, the spines that ran down her back were black. The drake stared at her with his mouth gaping. Daemon giggled before pulling him into a kiss. "Like what you see?"

The drake took a moment to look her over before pulling the dragoness into a kiss, pushing their foreheads together. "It's beautiful." He said in a whisper. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this."

“I figured you would like it.” Daemon lifted a claw, flexing its digits. “I am still not use to this or this body. It is foreign to me. I actually had doubts I would even be able to use it.”

"You'll get used to it." Bakmah interlaced his claws with hers. "I prefer claws over hooves, anyways. Gives me certain benefits."

Daemon gripped his claw and smiled. “Magic is different too. I can pull a lot more through this body but I have a hard time focusing it. I guess that has to do with a lack of a horn.”

"That's why I snap. I focus on the act of snapping and pull it from there." He grabbed her other claw. "Just push your middle and thumb, they should slip and create a 'snapping' sound. You focus on that and you should be able to focus enough to cast a spell properly.”

Daemon looked at her claw and then back to Bakmah. “I...think I’ll try it out later. In a more open space. I don’t want to break anymore stuff.” She kissed Bakmah before pulling away from him and rolling out of bed. She stretched her wings and looked back at him. “I couldn’t do what you did with your wings, but this is just as good. It feels good to have wings again.”

"Hide them? I actually place them in an æther." said the drake with a shrug. "The trouble is placing it right on your back."

Daemon walked over to the bed, resting her front half on it while letting her lower half just slump on the floor. “I guess so.” She stared at him for a moment. “So... Any ideas on what to do with your surprise? We could go flying...” Daemon let her voice trail off.

"I don't go flying enough....sure. As long as you don't decide to fall out of the sky again." said the drake with a smirk, sitting up in bed. "I was going to suggest we go and tell Luna about our decision, and possibly have a threesome, but oh well."

Daemon laughed. “I am not opposed to that idea. I did want to see what it would feel like in this body and I am sure you wouldn’t mind as well.” Daemon climbed up on the bed fully. “I guess that would be something to start the day.”

"Not like we haven't started the day out like that before." said the drake with a smirk.

“That is true, I suppose.” Daemon slowly crawled across the bed and up Bakmah’s body, laying on him. “Should we hunt first? Or just surprise Luna while she is getting ready for bed?”

The drake hummed. "Let's visit Luna first so we can surprise her and get sex out of the way for the rest of the day." Bakmah leaned forward, booping their noses together.

“That’s cute. You think that will satisfy me for the rest of the day.” She kissed him lightly on the nose. “You should know better by now, Bakksy.”

"That's why I said day, I said nothing about tonight." The drake kissed her back. "If we are going to visit Luna, you are going to have to get off me. Not exactly light in this body."

Daemon let out a growl, playfully nipping at his neck before rolling off of him. “Well, of course. You’re use to a little unicorn rolling around on top of you.” Daemon wrapped her tail around his again, jumping out of bed and dragging him along with her.

"Ow." said the drake, staring at the dragoness with an unamused look. "You just love beating me up don't you?"

“When you call me heavy, I do.” Daemon continued dragging him across the floor.

"You may be heavy but you have a very cute ass from what I see." Daemon letting him go before shaking her tail back and forth.

“I am sure you tell that to all the dragonesses.”

"Only you and Amara, but she isn't here, is she?" The drake winked.

“No she isn’t. Now, I thought you wanted to hurry up and leave, but here you are rolling around on the floor.” Daemon giggled. “Bad manners telling someone to hurry when you aren’t ready yourself, Bakksy.”

Bakmah stuck out his tongue as he got back up. "I'm guessing you are wanting to fly to Canterlot for a change?"

“No. I haven’t flown myself for a while. It would take some time to get used to. Probably more than we have. I think simply teleporting there would be the best. Maybe directly into Luna’s bedchambers.” Daemon winked at Bakmah.

"Fuck the bed chambers, try above the bed." said the drake as he prepared to snap his claws.
Daemon quickly grabbed his claw and shook her head.

“She might be in bed and I doubt two dragons falling on top of her would make the best impression. Just in her bedchambers.”

"Killjoy." said the drake with a pout before snapping, the two of the appearing in a dark room with walls of dark blue.

There was a small yelp and a flurry of covers. “Who dares intrude on my... Bakmah? Daemon?!” The princess of the Night had poked her head out of the covers. “Daemon, you’re a...”

“A dragoness. I didn’t have any pony bodies in reserve that were...ready to be used.”

Luna just stared at the two of them before clearing her throat and sitting up, letting the covers slide halfway down her body. “Well then. What brings you two here? To my bedroom. Just before I go to bed.”

"Two different reasons. One, I decided to share Daemon with you. She didn't want to choose between us, so I didn't make her." He smirked. "That and I heard a certain alicorn of the night was very good under the sheets."

Luna stared at the two for a moment, her mind at work. The lunar princess sighed and pulled the cover back up on her. “No. I can’t. Maybe under different circumstances, I would be able to do this, but I have too much going on to become involved in what you two want to be in. I have much more duties to this kingdom than I did before and I hardly get time to myself anymore.” Luna locked eyes with Daemon. “And with what is coming up, I have even less time for leisure activities. I am sorry, but I do have to decline your proposal.”

"Is work really the issue?" Asked Bakmah, sitting himself on the ground. "Daemon is training some mare for a full scale war and I'm working on three different projects, one that it will take me about a month to finish before I can continue, and yet, here we are."

“It probably isn’t, but it is what I am choosing to focus on right now.” Luna looked down at the bed before her. Daemon sighed, pushing past Bakmah and walking up to Luna’s bed. She waited until the mare looked up at her before pulling her into a big hug.

“You work through whatever problems you have, Lulu. We’ll still be waiting for you at the other end.” Daemon released the alicorn, pecking her on the cheek before turning back to Bakmah. “Come on, Bakksy. Let’s go so she can get some sleep.”

"Alright." said the drake as he stood. "Where am I taking us next?"

“Home.” Was Daemon’s short reply.

Bakmah nodded before snapping, Luna's room quickly morphing into theirs. "How should we spend our day now?" He asked as he sat himself on the bed.

“I say we go abduct an unknowing mare or stallion and give them a day they will never forget.” Daemon growled as she stared at Bakmah, that naughty glint in her eyes.

"I do not feel like committing any crimes by kidnapping and possibly raping a pony." deadpanned the drake. "Please pick from the group WE know who you want to fuck."

Daemon chuckled. “Missing Snuffy already? We won’t be kidnapping and there will definitely be no rape. They’ll have plenty of opportunities to say no and we will respect their decision. That is how I do it. I gave you plenty of chances to back down, didn’t I?”

"And I ignored everyone and don't regret it." said the drake with a smirk. "Alright. Wouldn't be the first time we did something like this. But please mind that your teeth can cut through meat." The drake stood and walked over to the dragoness, throwing an arm around her. "I had to heal eyes, gashes, and missing limbs, I do not feel like healing a missing penis."

Daemon playfully snapped at him. “Are you suggesting that you want me to perform oral sex on you while I am like this, Bakksy?”

"If I could, I would go through almost every fetish with you in that body and any other you have." Bakmah winked at her.

“Then what is stopping you, Bakksy? You know I’m not.”

"Because you want to go to town."

“We don’t have to.”

"Got a preference on what you want to start with?"

“Do I have any preferences when it comes to sex, Bakksy?”

"Nope." The drake guided the dragoness over to the bed before pushing her face first into the bed. "But I know some of your favorite positions." he said as he got up behind her. He laid his body across her back, one arm on the bed, the other around her waist. He set the tip of his member against her tail hole as he threw her tail over his shoulder. "And the best part is that it will take a lot of biting to leave any marks." He whispered as he kissed her shoulder, pushing the tip into her anus.

Daemon moaned, looking back at him with a smile. “Then you better do a lot of biting.” She said as she pressed back against him.

The drake let out a groan into her shoulder. "I will." He opened his maw before snapping it shut on her shoulder, breaking a few scales but not getting into her skin. He pulled out to just the tip before ramming back into her.

There was the sound of fabric ripping as Daemon gripped the sheets and bed. “Ah! Ow...” Daemon panted into the bed. “Dragons are made a bit tighter back there. Also, bite my neck, not my shoulder. It feels better.”

Bakmah let go of her shoulder before kissing her cheek. "I'll go slower, then." He moved down and kissed her neck before snapping his jaws on it, going low enough as to not crush her windpipe. He started rocking his hips slowly, letting her get used to his girth.

“I don’t remember saying the word slower, Bakksy.” Daemon began moving her hips against him, using her tail to try and pull him closer. “I want all of you and I want it inside me now.” Daemon moaned as she pushed her neck up into his teeth.

Bakmah grunted as he obeyed, slamming into Daemon’s anus, picking up a medium pace. His teeth tightened around her neck, the cracking of scales sounding through the room. Daemon moaned with ecstasy as his cock plunged repeatedly into her ass. The now dragoness squeezed her lover’s member tightly. “Is...this all you had...in mind, Bakksy?”

Bakmah lightly shook his head before removing his jaw. "Not even close, my dear." He lowered his jaw back down to her neck, snapping shut his jaw. There was a crunch as he broke throw the rest of the scales and sunk into her skin. A low growl rolled out from Daemon throat as this happened.

“Fuck me harder, Bakksy. I want you to cum deep in my ass.” A growl emanated from the drake as he picked up his pace and bit harder into her neck. He wrapped both arms around her for more leverage.

Bakmah could feel Daemon tighten around his shaft. “Bakksy, I’m cumming...” Daemon let out a long, low purr as she orgasmed. Bakmah purred along with her, signaling he wasn't far behind. He gave a few more hard thrusts before hilting himself in her anus. He growled as he unleashed his seed into her.Daemon waited until he was finished before shrugging her shoulders. “You can let go of my neck now, Bakksy.”

The drake whimpered before letting go. "I didn't want to let go." said the drake with a pout as he nuzzled up to her chin.

“I know.” She said as she pulled off of him, rolling around to face him. She raised a claw, covered in her juices, and placed it against his lips. “These are amazing. And I stopped you because I believe there was a certain activity you wanted me to perform on you.”

The drake opened his maw and gently closed it around her claws before sucking it clean. He pulled back and sat down on the bed, spreading his legs for better access. "Please try and keep from biting me. I want to keep all thirteen inches."

“I keep no promises about the biting.” Daemon smiled, showing all of her teeth. “But I promise that if I do, you’ll enjoy it.”

"I'll bet." said the drake with a chuckled. "Only you can make something like that enjoyable." He relaxed himself on the bed. Daemon moved to settle between his legs, using a single claw to stroke his length.

“Perfectly basted, just how I like it.” She lowered her head, licking off some of the cum that coated his tip. A moan left his throat as he placed a claw on her head.

"Come on, don't tease." panted the drake. Daemon smacked his claw away.

“No touching.” Daemon gave his member another quick lick. “I thought you might want me to take it slow. You know, so my teeth don’t accidentally get in the way.” Daemon opened her mouth wide, peeling her lips back as she very VERY gently took his member between her teeth.

Bakmah gasped, resisting the urge to jolt himself in any way. He bit his lips and gripped at the sheets, closing his eyes tightly. Daemon very slowly began circling her tongue around the tip of his captured member. She let her tongue slid up and down it as well, covering every inch in her mouth with her saliva.

"Y-you're e-evil." said the drake between pants as he realized now why she said no touching. He wasn’t quite sure he would have been able to resist moving her head in some way. Daemon chuckled. She released his member.

“Well, you knew I wasn’t a good girl.” Daemon clamped back on his member, begin to fellatio him with her tongue some more.

Bakmah let out at a moan and then a small yelp as her teeth pressed against his member when he shifted. He bit his lip and let his head fall back onto the sheets. "F-fuck." Daemon giggled as her tongue began to wrap around his cock, starting to stroke it faster. It was apparent what Daemon’s objective was.

Bakmah's eyes widened as he felt the pressure in his loins build. He groaned, resisting the urge to push Daemon's head down to his hips. Daemon could feel as Bakmah began to reach his climax, quickly removing her teeth and using just her tongue to finish him off.

The drake let out a growl as his seed shot into the dragoness' mouth. Daemon purred as she wrapped her lips around Bakmah’s member, drinking in his seed as it came. When Bakmah was finished unloading into her mouth, Daemon pulled off of him, licking her lips.

“Seems you enjoyed that very much.”

Bakmah panted as his claws relax against the fabric. "B-better than I thought...with your teeth on my cock." said the drake with a weary grin. His head fell back against the bed as he stared at the ceiling. A frown placed itself on his face. "Daemon, wha....wh...what... " Bakmah paused and closed his eys, grabbing his head in frustration.

"What is it, Bakksy?" Daemon crawled up next to him on the bed.

Bakmah thought for a moment. "Wh-what is this?" He asked, looking at her. "Yes, there are moments when this looks a relationship, but...it's like we have sex more than anything. I don't think there has been one day were our day didn't include sex somewhere." He sank lower into the bed. "It's like that's the only reason why I'm here... " he said quietly, Daemon just barely able to hear him.

Bakmah sighed. "Let me tell you a story. There was this drake who was cursed to walk this earth until it itself died. He had a loving family, a father, four brothers, and one beautiful sister. But, this happiness couldn't last for him.

"At age one thousand, the drake witnessed as his family killed each other off. The brothers killed the father. The brothers each other. And the sister in the crossfire. Only the drake was left to walk alone." Bakmah took a shaky breathe.

"A thousand years later he met a dragoness by the name of Amara. Amara was a kind and loving dragoness and didn't skip a heartbeat to try and comfort the drake. She soon found love in the drake, and he in her. After a few years, they married and had a child by the name of Elthin. But happiness never stayed long for this drake.

"One night the family of three and expecting went on a flight around the valleys nearby their home. A storm caught them in the ravine, throwing them against the rock walls and against the ground. When he woke, the drake found his family dead. His wife a five hundred, his son of seven, and the egg smashed. And for two thousand more years, he was nothing but a ghost of who he once was, until one night."

Bakmah turned and wrapped his arms, legs, and tail around Daemon, his head resting ontop of hers. "One night, a strange mare appeared while he was traveling to where he would....he would take his life. This mare took him in for a night of hot pleasure and made no move of leaving.

"The drake oddly found it difficult to leave. He felt himself compelled to stay with her. As he stayed with this mare, he soon began to love again after millennia of sorrow. And as he did, he began to fear for her. He began to fear that fate would take the one he loved just as it had all the others.

"He grew protective, not wanting any other to have her, but it hurt her. So he learned to share her. He grew paranoid, thinking that he would wake up alone, without her in his life anymore. He began to say things he shouldn't have in his foolishness, all because he cared too much for his health." Bakmah tightened his grip on Daemon.

"And one day, he asked her 'What are we, Daemom?". All because he thought that he was just living a stupid dream. That he was the only one loving but no love was returned." He closed his eyes as tears started to form in his eyes. He tightened his grip, burying his muzzle in the sheets next to her head.

"I'm scared, Daemon. One of the few times that I am truely scared. That is why I asked you." he said softly. "I just wanted to know if my fears are true." Daemon returned the embrace, wrapping her own limbs around him.

"They're not." Daemon planted a kiss on his jaw line. Bakmah smile wearily as he yawned, the emotional exhaustion catching up to him. "Rest now. I will see you when you wake." said the mare softly. He nodded softly as he embraced Luna's Realm of Sleep.

Author's Notes:

I probably should have waited for Vilcor to return, but people were getting whiny. Oh well, the chapter was pretty close to ending from what I could see. Hopefully Vil will return soon so I know which direction we are taking next chapter. So, for now, enjoy this wonderful punch to the gut!

Chapter Thirteen

Bakmah groaned, a stirring in his loins bringing him awake. His claws ran down his body until they came in contact with soft fur. The drake opened his eyes, Daemon’s staring right back at his. She was back in her mare body. Bakmah blinked as he became more aware of the situation.

Bakmah could feel Daemon’s warm, wet sex wrapped around his length. There were no fevered movements or quick thrusts. She barely was moving her hips. A smile painted across her face as she slowly slid her hooves to his chest.

“I was thinking on last night and...yes. There is a lot of rutting involved in this relationship, but that is because of how I am. What I am...” Her words were slow and thought out. “I...can sense the birds, the tree, the grass, the dirt and even what lies inside it. So alive and free and... wild. And that feeling excites me. I am not sure if I could explain it with the justice it deserves.”

Daemon shifted a bit before keeping up her small movements. “But you know this and know it well. If all I wanted from you was sex, you would not be here right now. You would not have been here past my cycle.” Daemon ended with a sigh.

Bakmah lifted a claw and placed it against Daemon’s cheek. The mare’s smile turned warm as she nuzzled against it. He slowly let his claws travel upwards, ending with fondling the unicorn’s ear. “So you do love me?”

Daemon eyed him for a moment, her smile slowly fading. “Bakmah, I am glad I met you when I did and not earlier as in what you saw. Even at the cost of my Alicorn self and even the ability to conceive an immortal foal, I am glad. The reason I am glad is because you are here with me, because I am able to reach out and touch you and I cannot imagine a reality without that.” Daemon drew in a long breath. “So yes, Bakmah. I do love you.”

"And I don't want you to imagine a reality like that." He lifted himself off the bed enough so he could meet his lips with hers, if just for a brief moment. "If it makes you feel better, I prefer having met you when I did even if it came with a few extra complications."

Daemon nodded. “Yes, and I guess since you feel we are having too much sex, I’ll stop form a while.” She grinned mischieviously. “That is what you want, right?”

"I said I wanted to know if there was something more than just sex. I didn't say stop or reduce the amount of it." he said with a smirk.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I think I may be wearing you out. I think maybe we should keep it to once a week or so. I don’t want to put too much strain on you.”

"Daemon, I can switch out this body for a nearly virgin one in a heart beat." deadpanned the drake.

“Oh Bakksy. I wasn’t talking about physically.” Daemon tsked mockingly, keeping a slight smirk. “Maybe I am too much mare for you to handle?”

"Hey now, we don't need to go saying things like that."

“Don’t we?”

"We don't." said Bakmah with a huff.

“Very well then. We will not speak of your inability to keep up with a mare in bed.” Daemon leaned back with a grin, her movements stopping as she did.

"That's it!" The drake threw both of them forward so that he ended ontop of her, pinning her to the bed. "I can very well handle a mare in bed." he said in a low tone.

Daemon’s grin turned into a frown as she shook her head. “That’s not what this is about right now, Bakksy.” She looked down to how he had her. “Unless if this was just you wanting to be on top...”

Bakmah worked his mouth but said nothing. Instead, he sat up and crossed his arms, pouting at her. "What is this about, then?"

“I wanted to spend a moment with you without things being so frantic.”

The drake sighed. "Things have been a bit chaotic the past few days, haven't they?" He chuckled. "Sorry about that."

Daemon smiled. “It’s fine. It’s just after what you said last night, I thought we could use a moment like this.” The mare wrapped her hind legs around the drake’s waist, pulling him closer. “That is if you want it.”

"After the past few days, I would love to." He placed a small peck on her forehead. Daemon giggled before she squirmed a bit.

“Are you planning to keep holding me down while we have this moment?”

Bakmah blushed before getting off of her, scratching behind his head. "Forgot about that."

“Indeed, you did.” Daemon brought her forehooves up to her chest while keeping the back tightly wrapped around his waist. She closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of him inside of her. “Do you think it would be possible for us to have a foal in the future? I was thinking back and I am not so sure that my inability to produce immortal foals is purely genetics alone...”

"I'm not sure." he said softly. "I haven't really come up with any good leads or ideas on how to get around that. If it's more than genetics, then it would be even more difficult." He let his claw caress her cheek. "I'll find a way eventually, I can guarantee that."

Daemon opened her eyes, giving Bakmah a look. “We’ll find a way, Bakksy. You will not be doing this alone.”

"Never said I would be." He nuzzled her chin. "I just hope I don't have to go through every scientific and magical method known in existence to find the solution." Daemon gave a short laugh.

“I wouldn’t expect going through anything less to find a solution. I know I have tried many options.”

"And yet you think I will be able to fix this?"

“And yet I think we will be able to fix this. Together.”

Bakmah chuckled. "Alright. So what was the other thing you thought could be a problem?"

“Magic, of course. I have a feeling that the Elements of Harmony could play a hoof in this. Genetics could be change as simple as me changing the body I use but it would still prove a negative effect. I am thinking that I may have somehow been cursed by the Elements.”

"If it's a curse then we need to figure out its effects outside of birth." The drake thought for a moment. "It would also help if we understood how the Elements work. 'Cause wouldn't they be able to work in reverse if used right?"

“Yes. They could. But that would mean gathering up them Element Bearers, giving them the information about my condition, finding the right spell, and then there is always the probability that it won’t work due to the new condition the Elements are under. It was Celestia using the Elements herself that caused this. Them being passed on may have changed something that may make the reversal of my condition impossible.”

"So our best bet is understanding the curse and finding a spell to counter it." Bakmah sighed.

“If it is a curse to begin with.”

"Main point is we have to pinpoint the problem since it is obviously magical. Not exactly sure where to start on figuring it out, though."

“Tests on me, obviously. Tests that I could not do myself. Tests where I need someone on the outside looking in...”

"I'm scared to know what that means..." said the drake. Daemon laughed loudly.

“Well, since the problem may not be with the bodies I inhabit, we will have to look deeper than that. Are you afraid of what you might see?”

Bakmah pecked her lips lightly. "I'm afraid what perverted tendencies occupy that soul of yours."

“Yes. If you were to dive in, there would always be the chance of you getting consumed within them.”

"That makes me so much more comfortable going into your soul." said Bakmah, sticking his tongue out at her. Daemon nipped at his tongue playfully.

“Well, would you rather go into a situation knowing the risks or blind to the dangers that may lay within?”

"I guess knowing." Admitted Bakmah. "I feel honored almost that you are letting me in that soul of yours."

“I am not sure that is how you should feel. Do not forget what I am. It will not be like a normal pony. Even a dragon’s soul in late age would not compare.” Daemon put a hoof to her chest. “And there are things that would not be friendly in the least...”

The drake nodded. "I understand." He pecked her chin. "I guess I'm ready for whenever you want to do this."

Daemon shook her head. “Not now. There will be preparations before you do this. Something to make sure you are safe.”

"Aw. You care about me so much." joked Bakmah with a nuzzle. Daemon put a hoof to his nose and pushed him back.

“I am being serious, Bakmah. There are things, that even with protection, will consume you. Do not forget who you are, do not forget who I am, and do not forget the things I have done...” Daemon took her hoof away and stared at him with hard eyes. There were no hints of amusement or mischief like there regularly was.

The drake sighed. "I meet serious with humor to try and lighten the mood. Sadly, you killed the moment." He laid his head on her chest. "And you aren't an easy one to forget."

“There are times when humor is not appropriate. Do you not understand that this could make that reality you saw real? Only this time there would be no filly between us.” Daemon looked at him with sad eyes. “I don’t want that.”

"I do understand this. I just choose to not let it bother me as much as you think it would. I have a cause right in front me to keep me going when I need it."

“Just promise me not to do anything excessively stupid.” Daemon put her hoof on his nose again. “If you do, I’ll lock you in Snuffy’s room for a month.”

"So if I find some saucy memory, I can't go and jerk it in the corner? That's awfully mean." said Bakmah with a pout. Daemon grinned and shook her head. Bakmah just huffed. “That’s no fun.”

“Well, you aren’t suppose to be in there for fun, Bakksy. Work before play.” Daemon put on a playful smile. “I’ll make it worth your while once we get this done.”

"Fine." The drake nipped at her ear. "I'll keep my dick in check this time. Won't make any promises about next."

Daemon looked down between them. “Just as you’re keeping it in check now?”

"Getting my cock sat on wasn't my idea."

“But you didn’t complain.”

"That's because you feel all warm and snuggly ~" Bakmah wiggled his hips slightly.

“I could say the same for you, but I doubt the term snuggly applies here.”

"I can be snuggly in the sexual sense." He blushed slightly. "Afterwards."

Daemon stared at Bakmah for a moment, studying his face she fell back and relaxed on their bed. “Love me, Bakmah. I don’t want you to just rut me, I want you to make love to me.” The mare just stared straight at the ceiling above, a soft smile on her face.

Bakmah got up and kissed her beneath the chin. He gripped the sheets one either side of her as he began to pull out, going about halfway before going back in. He picked up a slow pace, keeping his eyes on the mare below him.

“You don’t have a clue what you’re doing, do you?” said Daemon with a smug grin.

"It's been two millennia." admitted the drake. Daemon laughed out loud as she used her hind legs to push away enough to where he was out of her.

“This isn’t mindless rutting. Think about what you’re doing, who you’re doing it with and put some emotion into it.” Bakmah nodded before closing his eyes and gathering his thoughts. He centered his thoughts and focus around the mare in front of him.

Opening his eyes so they were half lidded, the drake leaned forward enough that their lips met, one of his claws reaching up and stroking her mane. Slowly, he inched himself inside of her. Daemon hummed, catching his half held gaze with one of her own. She brought her hips to meet his as a small gasp escaped her lips.

Bakmah gave a small chuckle as he hilted himself. He broke apart from the kiss and set their foreheads together, keeping his eyes locked with hers. He started to pull out, stopping at just the tip before slowly going back in. He started a slow pace as he panted lightly.

The drake planted a series of kisses down her neck, lingering around his usual biting spot before just barely letting his fangs brush against her skin. Daemon shivered at the contact as she wrapped her hind legs around his waist.

Bakmah buried his muzzle in her shoulder as he kept going. His claw gently caressed her mane as he lifted his head once again, licking her neck tenderly. Daemon purred gently and wrapped her forehooves around his neck.

The drake's pants started to grow more labored, his body shaking slightly. Feeling he was close, Daemon tightened her grip, bring him closer. Bakmah lifted his head and nibbled her ear tenderly.

Bakmah groaned. "I-I'm close." moaned the drake. He let a low growl as he gave a few last effort thrusts before hilting himself, releasing his seed into her depths with a long sigh. Daemon purred as she was filled, stroking the back of his head lovingly.

“That was...” Daemon ended in a chuckle. Her locked legs kept him against her. “There is a good difference between making love and just plain rutting. You’ll learn in good time. The difference is quite noticeable.”

"I can agree on that." said Bakmah with a weak smile. The drake nuzzled against the mare, content with just laying there. "What now?"

“I am thinking of what needs to be done to keep you safe. I know I can’t protect you from everything, but I want to make sure I protect you from what I can.” Daemon continued petting the drake. “I think I may be afraid, Bakksy.”

"I won't blame you if you are." said Bakmah, lifting his head so he was looking down at her. "I'm scared too, but I'm still doing it. Now I don't want you to go having second thoughts." He poked her in the belly. "We are doing this together."

“Then I guess we should get ready.”

“Just how did you get me into this thing again?” Bakmah sat in Daemon’s lab with a scowl, staring at the mare in front of him. Daemon just chuckled while smoothing the arm of the maid’s outfit she was wearing, one that matched what the drake was wearing nearly identically. “I am being serious. How did you do it? I remember we were talking then you pulled out this outfit and I said no. I remember saying no several times, Daemon. How am I in it now?”

“You put it on.”

“I know I put it on but some how you convinced me to do it...”

“I just asked you to. It doesn’t matter anyways.” Daemon straightened up, looking back at the dragon. “It helped with the preparation. More pockets for the enchanted items.” A grin tugged at Daemon’s lips. “There is still that last pocket...”

“You’re not sticking anything in my ass!”

“You let me do it before.”

“T-that was different and you know it.” said Bakmah, a blush creeping across his face.

“We’ll have to do that again sometime. You have a nice ass.” Daemon winked at Bakmah.

"Maybe when I get back." muttered the drake. "Fine! But you owe me when I get back out."

“Hmm. Indeed I will...” Daemon took a deep breath. “Well then, are you ready, Bakksy?”

The drake sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be to get something shoved up my ass."

“Ok. Now this may feel a bit...strange.”

Bakmah opened his eyes and looked around. He couldn’t anything but darkness surrounding him. Not that it was dark. It was actually well lit. He just seemed to be in a place where everything around him was dark. Bakmah shook his head. Something couldn’t be lit up and dark at the same time...right?

The drake took a soft step forward. A ripple spread when he placed a claw on what could have only been the ground. The ripple kept spreading until it started crawling up the walls and ceiling, eventually overlapping itself. It kept repeating and overlapping until everything around him was just a constant blur of rippling.

It made Bakmah’s stomach turn in a way he didn’t think possible, making the drake regret the decision of ever moving. He closed his eyes, trying to make his stomach settle. He didn’t have the chance as something made whatever he sat on rumble. Bakmah quickly opened his eyes, watching as the ripples suddenly stopped. The drake sat there in the silence and stillness for a moment before tapping the ground.

When nothing happened, he sighed and began walking forward. He wasn’t sure what he expected once he was inside Daemon’s soul, but this was something else entirely. How was he suppose to find anything like this?

Bakmah’s line of thought was interrupted by a loud ripping noise, Quickly, he spun around to find what he could only assume was a wall being ripped like fabric by massive claws. Bakmah watched as what made the rip slowly pull itself through. It was unlike anything he had seen before.

It had a shaggy, matted mane the ran all the way down its back and thick tail. It had four darkened horns pointed back atop its head and thick muscles that flexed clearly under its fur and skin. It had deep wounds covering its body that were loosely sewn, raw flesh still able to be seen through the stitches. The corners of its mouth were sewn too, like someone had started to sew its mouth shut but could never finish. Its colours reminded Bakmah of Daemon except without the black in her mane, though its form held no semblance.

Its bloodshot, crimson eyes focused on him before it opened its mouth, revealing it full of jagged fangs that looked like they’d have no problem tearing through his scales and hide, before releasing a thunderous roar. The noise shook him to the very marrow in his bones and a feeling of fear crept its way into his mind.

Bakmah whipped a claw up and snapped, fending to set the thing’s face on fire, but nothing happened. There was no magic. The drake watched as the thing began towards him, realizing there was no way he could take it claw and tooth. Just one of its hands were nearly as big as he was. There was only one option left.

Run!

Bakmah whipped around and took off as fast as he could in the other direction. He didn’t need to look back to know the beast was after him. He could feel the ground shake with each of its bounds. And he knew it was getting closer, he could feel the thing start bearing down on him.

Just as Bakmah thought he wouldn’t make it, he smack dead into something solid. Instead of falling away though, he stuck to instead, slowly starting to sink into its surface. Bakmak pulled and jerked, trying to free himself from what he was trapped in, but it was no use. In the final moments of being pulled into the wall, Bakmah looked back to see the beast from before sitting a distance away, just staring as Bakmah was pulled completely into the wall.

Bakamah had a brief instance of falling before he hit the ground. It took him a moment to realize he was staring at the sky now, soft clouds rolling by. He slowly picked himself up and looked around. The drake found himself to be in a field of wild flowers, the only thing breaking the scenery was a single purple pony. Bakmah could tell it was Daemon without a second thought.

Cautiously, the dragon made his way over and sat next to the mare. “...Daemon?” The only reaction he got that she heard him was one of her ears swiveling towards him as she stared at a pile of flowers in front of her. “What...what are you doing?”

“Sitting.”

Bakmah frowned at the blunt answer. “I can see that. I was wondering why you were just sitting here.”

“Because I am tired.”

Bakmah sighed, deciding to go with a different route of questioning. “What is with the flowers?”

“They’re dead.”

“No they’re not. They are just...” The drake looked back down at the flowers on the ground, finding them brown and withered. “Fine..”

“I killed them.”

“They were just flo-” Bakmah jumped a bit when he looked back up at Daemon. She was now in her alicorn form, a blade of magic floating next to her.

“I cut them down in the prime of their life. And what for? Because they opposed me? Because they didn’t agree with my ideas? But they were the ones causing the planet pain. Causing pain to me...even the little ones.”

“Daemon...what are you talking about? They’re just flowers...”

“But are they, Bakmah?” Daemon pointed in front of her. Bakmah felt his breath catch in his throat when he looked back to the flowers. They weren’t flowers anymore. It was a family of three unicorns laying on the ground. Mother, Father and child. The father had been half decapitated while the mother had a deep wound in the side of her head, but the filly. The filly had been cut open from neck to navel, her insides starting to seep out of the cut.

Bakmah shook his head, starting to back up as the smell of blood, death and smoke filled his nose. Smoke? The dragon looked up to find himself out of the flower field and now in a burning village, dead ponies littering the street. “D-daemon!” Bakmah looked back to the alicorn, finding her fur soaked with blood while the blade of magic next to her hummed dangerously.

“It had to be their fate. They chose to harm the very earth they stood on, Bakmah. Did they not think it would not strike back?! The foolish ponies deserve the fate they were given!”

Bakmah kept backing up, unable to find the words to what he was thinking. His foot caught on a body and he fell. Upon hitting the ground, Bakmah found himself back in the flower field. A unicorn Daemon sat nearby, staring at a pile of flowers in front of her.

Cautiously, the dragon made his way over and sat next to the mare. “...Daemon?” The only reaction he got that she heard him was one of her ears swiveling towards him as she stared at a pile of flowers in front of her. “What are you doing?” Something seemed familiar.

“Sitting.”

Bakmah frowned at the blunt answer. “I can see that.” The drake felt like this had happened before. “I was wondering why you were just sitting here.”

“Because I am tired.”

Bakmah sighed, deciding to go with a different route of questioning. “What is with the flowers?”

“They’re dead.”

Bakmah opened his mouth, going to tell Daemon they weren’t. He knew he just saw them alive, but... “You killed them...”

This caught Daemon’s attention. She looked up at Bakmah. “I did?” She blinked a couple times. “I did, but I don’t remember doing it.” Tears started to form in the mare’s eyes. “Why did I kill them?”

“Because they were hurting you. They were hurting you and the earth.”

“But they didn’t deserve this.” Daemon was crying now. “No pony deserves a death like this.” Bakmah reached out, wanting to comfort the mare. As soon as his claws made the slightest contact with her fur, he heard a familiar ripping noise.

Bakmah twisted around to see the beast from before making its way into the field through the tear it made. The dragon turned to run but looked back at Daemon, who had picked up the cut flowers and was holding them against her chest.

“Come on, Daemon. We have to go!” Bakmah grabbed at Daemon, blinking in confusion as his claw went right through her. Bakmah hesitated, losing him time as the beast began at him. With a growl, Bakmah turned and ran. The creature was after him, it seemed, so he hoped it wouldn’t mess with Daemon. He looked back to see the thing lumber past the crying mare. He was glad at that but it brought about another problem, where was he going to go?

The field seemed endless as he ran hopelessly, knowing the creature would eventually catch him. He had to find some way to fight back. the monstrous thing had to have some sort of...

Bakmah ran straight into another wall, sticking to it like the one before. He didn’t even try to fight back this time, just content on sinking into the wall. He looked back to see the beast slow to a stop and sit, watching him like before. Bakmah just stared back at the beast until he was completely sucked into the wall.

The bed Bakmah was in was warm and incredibly soft, but that fact was almost lost on the dragon. A thick scent permeated the air, one that stirred something deep within his chest and loins. It was the musky smell of a mare deep in heat and the dragon didn’t even have to think hard on which mare it was.

He felt something wet drag across his chest, a tongue, the small act sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine that made his hardening member twitch. Bakmah looked down to find Daemon staring up at him, her eyes full of need. They captured and held his, the drake unable to look away.

“Bakmah...” His name came through the mare’s lips in a moan. Her very voice seemed enough to set his blood afire. Bakmah grabbed the mare, pulling her up and pressing his lips against hers. Daemon’s mouth was warm and sweet as their tongues rolled over each others. They went at this until Bakmah was at full mast, his member pressing against the mare’s flank.

Daemon broke their kiss with a giggle. She slowly turned around to face the dragon’s cock, not hesitating to take it into her mouth. Bakmah groaned as her head began to bob up and down. The dragon took ahold of the mare’s flanks and squeezed, spreading her folds and revealing the pink flesh inside. He watched as Daemon’s juices gathered at her clit before dripping onto his chest, a testament to how aroused the unicorn had to be.

Daemon’s scent assaulted his nose, thick and sweet. As he watched another drop of Daemon’s dew build up on her clit, he couldn’t hold himself back. He leaned in and caught it on his tongue, moaning from both the taste and the feeling of Daemon’s mouth wrapped around his shaft.

Greedily wanting more, Bakmah pulled Daemon as close as he could without interrupting her before diving his tongue into her sex. Daemon let out a moan that vibrated through his entire member, spurring him on even more. The drake lapped and suck hungerly at the mare’s nethers, trying to coerce more of the heady mead from her honeypot. Bakmah felt as if he could get drunk from the juice that flowed from the unicorn, the taste much grander than even the finest gems he’s ever had.

He didn’t know how long this carried on, only being pulled out of his stupor when that Magnificent Mare Muff was pulled away from him. He almost cried out in protest and went to go pull her back until he saw how the mare was positioning herself. He stared at his saliva slicked cock in confusion, forgetting for a moment that Daemon had been sucking him off while he was tasting her. He didn’t know why that seemed such an odd thing in his mind.

This thought process was completely obliterated as Daemon dropped down on his member, taking in his entire length in one swift movement. Bakmah was surprised he didn’t cum right then as his and Daemon’s cries of pleasure intertwined. The drake gripped Daemon around her barrel hard enough with his claws, he was sure that they were drawing blood as he lifted the mare and slammed her back down on his cock.

He kept a hard, brisk pace of pumping into the mare, each stroke more pleasurable than the last. Bakmah was filled with euphoria. He had no doubts he could stay like this with Daemon forever.

But he couldn’t.

Bakmah’s lips twitched downward for a split second while he continued to fuck Daemon. Why couldn’t he? What was so bad he couldn’t just lay here with his mare for the rest of time.

It’s because she was hurt. He had to fix her.

Bakmah watched the mare bounce up and down on his shaft, her face one of completely ecstasy. If this was Daemon’s problem, Bakmah was pretty sure she didn’t want it fixed. Neither did he. Bakmah tried pushing the thoughts out of his head and enjoy himself, but it didn’t work.

There was just a constant nagging in the back of his head. One that persisted on this being wrong. With a short bark of a roar, Bakmah rolled, pinning Daemon on her back before continuing to thrust into her as hard as he could. “Oh Bakksy! I want you, I need you. Harder. Just rut me harder.”

”Make love to me, Bakksy.”

“Stay here with me forever, Bakksy.”

The dragon shook his head. “No. I need to figure this out.”

“Please, Bakksy. Just stay here and I’ll make everything worth it.”

“No!” A low growl escaped the dragon’s throat. “This needs to STOP!” He gave a final hard thrust into the mare underneath him. When he did, the room around him shattered like glass, taking the smell and euphoric feeling with it. It was also what seem to be keeping him from his release, the dragon closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he began to cum.

Bakmah panted as he released shot after shot of his seed, slowly opening his eyes to find he was back in the darkness. Back at square one, it seemed. Bakmah sighed as he softened the grip on the mare under him, his orgasm coming to an end. “Seems I am back where I started.” Bakmah chuckled but when he looked down, he could feel the blood freeze in his veins.

The beast was staring back up him, its crimson, yet no longer bloodshot eyes locked onto his. It..She, now that that aspect was clearly discernable, was now only about as big as he was. This brought him a bit of comfort, but not as much as it should have. For some reason, she still seemed as intimidating as when she was larger.

“Why are you running from me?” Bakmah blinked at the voice, his escape plans falling apart. The thing had just spoke to him, her voice deep and gravelly but definitely held a feminine tone.

“I...umm...what?”

The beast moved her head. “Why have you been running from me, Bakmah?”

"I...I was...am...scared."

“Scared?”

"Y-yes. I-I didn't know wh-who...wh-what you are...I was...am...afraid."

“Who and what am I?” It was definitely a question directed at Bakmah.

"Y-Yes. I was...am...afraid. I don't want to get hurt...or die...here. I have a...a promise to keep."

“I know your promise to Daemon. Her soul is tainted and fragmented in places. You both want this to be fixed.” The beast squirmed under Bakmah, as if uncomfortable. “One of your claws is seeping into a wound. It hurts...”

Bakmah blinked before removing both of his claws and placing them at his sides, instinctively mumbling out a stream of apologies. The beast seemed to ignore Bakmah, looking down at where they were still connected. “You still want to mate?”

"I..." The drake looked to find himself deep inside her. He blushed before scooting back, removing himself. "I-I'm sorry. I'm on strict order of work before play." Once he was off, the beast snaked a claw of her own between her legs, dipping it into her fold before pulling it back out, covered with Bakmah’s seed. She stared at it as if she didn’t know what it was or what to make of it. Wordlessly, she rolled over and got up, turning to face Bakmah before sitting down.

“You can’t fix Daemon.”

"I've been told that I can't do a lot of things but I still did them."

“You can’t fix Daemon. I can’t fix Daemon. Only Daemon can fix Daemon, but...” The beast turned her head from Bakmah, as if to look at something next to them.

"And how is she supposed to fix herself when she tried nearly everything?"

“Nearly everything isn’t everything.”

"Then what is it she, we, have to do?"

“She has to remember how to fix herself. That memory is fragmented and broken. Unsalvageable.”

"And is there anything I can do to help?"

“Yes.”

"And what is that?" He asked, slightly annoyed at the blunt answer.

“I don’t know.” The beast looked back at him. “But I know that I use to know.”

The drake sighed and placed his head in his claws. "I might as well know as much as when I came here." He looked back up at the beast. "Do you at least know if I could help from in here?"

“Yes. You can help me. You have helped me. If you keep helping me. I might remember what I used to. I don’t know if that is true, but it is the everything Daemon has not tried.”

Bakmah bit his lip. "I...alright. What is it I need to help you with?"

“You need to help Daemon.”

"I...what?" The drake shook his head. "You said I have to help you, then when I agree, you say that I need to help Daemon. Exactly what does that mean?"

“You help me when you help Daemon.” The beast leaned back a bit and spread her legs, giving Bakmah a full view of herself as she pointed to the inside of her thigh. There was one of the stitched parts like all over her body, the only difference in this one was that flesh underneath the stitches was knitted together, no wound in sight. “You fixed a memory. One that was hidden from her current self. You show the current Daemon what she had been born from. It was not a pleasant memory, but a necessary one.”

She relaxed herself into a more modest position and pointed to her eyes. “You then quelled her lust without fueling it further. When you did, I was able to see fully again.” She let her clawed hand fall to the ground. “You help Daemon, you help me.”

"So, I just have to help her remember and she'll be able to fix herself?"

“No.”

"What?" The drake blinked. "But...I...what?"

“You help Daemon. That helps me. I remember how to fix Daemon. Then you tell Daemon how to fix herself. But...I might not remember.”

"Then what do I do now?" Asked the drake, throwing his arms in the air in frustration.

“You go away. I’ll make pathways to the broken parts of Daemon. When I am finished, you come back and travel the pathways. If you don’t, you will wander around and might never find all the broken spots. You help Daemon to help me. Then I help you to help Daemon fix herself. I might not remember, but it is the everything Daemon has not tried. She was afraid.”

"How am I supposed to know when to come back? I doubt she will let me come back and check daily. It was difficult enough this one time."

“Time in here is not days or hours. I will translate though. Talk through Daemon.” The beast went silent and looked at the darkness below. “I know. Daemon likes ice cream. I will make her not be able to eat it. When she wants it again, you come back. Simple.” The beast frowned. “Let her have some ice cream before coming back.”

"Wait for sudden craving of ice cream, give her some, and crawl through gods know what when I get back in here, got it." The drake looked around with a sigh. "I don't suppose you know how I'm supposed to get out of here, right?"

“I don’t know how to get myself out. I know how to get you out.”

"Feel like telling me so I can head back?"

“I can’t tell you.”

The drake blinked before face palming. "Of course you can't." He gave a sigh and looked up. "And I don't suppose you can hear me, babe?"

“She can’t, but I can. You want to leave?”

"You want me to leave while you create pathways, right? Besides, she is worried enough without me staying here for who knows how long."

The beast just blinked, frowning. “You want to leave?”

"Yes."

“Then I will let you leave.” The beast stood up and began growling, not a second later before bursting into a vortex of black flame. Bakmah quickly jumped back as the vortex began to grow and grow, reaching a tremendous, yet familiar size before dispersing. The beast, back to the size from when Bakmah first saw her, looked down at him. “You will be still?”

"Y-yes." And with that, she wrapped one of her clawed hands around the drake. He didn’t know why she asked if he would be still, nothing but his head and tail were free from her grasp. She sat back before lifting Bakmah up over her head.

“Being still makes it go faster.” She said before opening her massive maw, her jagged teeth gleaming white. She slowly began to lower Bakmah to her mouth.

"Oh, she is definitely going to owe me." muttered the drake before gulping. He closed his eyes as the beast put him head first into her mouth. He could feel her warm, wet tongue against his underside as she pushed him deeper into her mouth and gullet. He was vaguely aware of the feeling of being swallowed before a darkness took him.

Bakmah slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in Daemon’s lab wit the mare herself sitting in front of him. She had a towel around her neck and a very unsatisfied look on her face. “Did you have fun in there?”

"Not really." The drake sat up with a groan. "And to think I still have to go through the bulk of it yet."

“The bulk, huh?” Daemon raised an eyebrow before pointing at the dragon’s crotch. “Would the bulk also include another eight hours of holding a hard on before suddenly cumming with no warning?” The towel seemed to make sense now.

"Eight hours? Felt more like half an hour." muttered the drake. "And no, hopefully not. If it does, you are the horniest mare alive." He sighed. "And for your information, I did not laze off and jerk it. It was more like suddenly finding myself having sex with no clue what I was doing beforehand." Daemon had just held a frown the entire time he talked.

“Half an hour? Bakmah...You were under for three days...”

"Three days...well at least I get over a month." The drake slowly stood up. "Time in there and out here are not the same. I was in there for what felt like an hour or two."

“Well...what did you find out? I don’t really feel any different.” she paused a moment before adding, “And what do you mean you get over a month?”

"Good thing those are connected." The dragon sighed. "I know that I can't fix it." He quickly stopped her before she could say anything. "But you can. You just...have to wait a few months."

"I need to...fix things in there. All I did was fix a memory and quell your lust, apparently." He grew a concerned look. "Do you...remember anything? Anything from how you were born?"

Daemon gave Bakmah a weird look. “Not really. It’s hard for me to remember anything from so far...” Daemon let her voice trail off. Her eyes grew distant before she started shaking her head. “I didn’t do that.” Tears began filling her eyes. “No Bakmah. I didn’t do that.” The mare slowly slumped down to the floor before starting to cry. “Please, Bakmah. I couldn’t have done that.”

Bakmah walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "You did. I'm sorry." He rested his chin on her head. "I know what it feels like to do something like that."

“I have killed before, Bakmah. To protect. That was just murder, slaughtering. They didn’t have to die, but...all I knew then was the pain they were causing me.” Daemon took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “That blade...”

"I know." said Bakmah softly, stroking her mane. "I know it hurts. It's just sad you didn't remember until now."

“It’s ok, Bakksy. It just caught me off guard.” Daemon looked up at the dragon. Her eyes were still glistening and sad, but there was a certain fire behind them now. “Why do you have to wait?”

"I need the pathways to open first so I don't get lost." said the drake mechanically as he looked past her as if he was remembering something. Daemon stared at him for a moment before shrugging.

“Something happened in there you don’t want to tell me about.” Daemon cocked her head. “But something else is on your mind, isn’t it?”

"You could say that." He let out a sigh before letting of the mare and falling on his back. Daemon crawled up on him.

“You want to move somewhere more comfortable? Like the bedroom?”

"No, no I'm fine here." His eyes turned sad. "I don't deserve comfort." said the drake in a quiet whisper.

“You deserve it about as much as I do.” Daemon stared at him. “Do you think I deserve a bed?”

"More than I do."

Daemon stamped a hoof on his chest with a frown. “Shut up and carry me to bed.” The mare glared at him.

Bakmah got up with a sigh, wrapping his arms around the mare as he made his way out of the lab. When he got to the bedroom, he made his way to the bed and carefully set her down before laying himself on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“You need to get in this bed and talk to me about what’s on your mind, Bakmah.” There was a slight rustling of the blankets. “Or are you going to make me sleep alone after what just happened and make me worry about you all night long?”

Bakmah laid there for a moment before sighing. "They didn't die in the storm."

“Go on.”

"You'll understand better if I show you." said Bakmah as he sat up and turned so he faced the bed. "It's...easier understood that way."

“Is it now...” Daemon was quiet for a before looking over to him. “You do know that what ever you show me, it’s not going to change what I think about you, right?”

"I can only hope that is the case."

Daemon blinked as she found herself in the forest. The area around her was scorched by multiple spells and trees were toppled and thrown about. Blood slicked some areas, sometimes in small amounts and in alarming in other places.

A dark grey dragoness with black spines hauled herself over a fallen tree, wincing as she did so. An arm was held around her stomach as she tried to hold back the blood that seeped from the wound that went from her stomach to her armpit.

"Hey! Careful now." The dragoness jerked her head up as a much older Bakmah hauled himself over a tree. The dragoness grinned at him but soon stared in horror as she caught his entire body.

"Bakmah, your..." The drake blinked before looking down at the sword shard stuck through his chest. He winced before limping towards her.

"Yeah yeah, you don't look to good either, sis." said the drake. Thera ignored him as she stood up and made her way over to meet him.

"We need to get that out of you." she said with a concerned tone as she examined the shard. Bakmah pushed her claws away and sat down on a log.

"I'm fine. It's a small wound."

"Brother, you and I both know that is dangerously close to one or two arteries, if not the heart. If we don't remove it..."

"I will die and baby Thera will be all lonely and sad, yeah yeah." The drake chuckled before coughing up blood. "Okay, I agree on removing this." The dragoness nodded before leaning forward so she could see the wound better.

"Now, we can't pull it straight out. Maybe we could...no..." Bakmah watched as the dragoness rambled through a list of possible remedies and solutions, occasionally she would get as far as to list recovery times but eventually tossed out the idea.

"Thera." The dragoness looked up at her brother. "Just do a dark transplant." said the drake with a tired look.

Thera's sapphire eyes widened. "Brother, you know we are forbidden from using dark magic!"

"Does it look like I give a shit?" He asked, pointing at the shard as he coughed up more blood. The dragoness looked up at him for a moment before looking back down at the shard. She sighed before grabbing onto what was left and pulling.

"I can say that was a very painful moment in my life, physically at least." said Bakmah as they appeared in a starry expanse.

“Hmm.” Daemon nodded. “I can share thoughts on that. The Elements weren’t exactly gentle when Celestia wielded them. Much the opposite.”

"I doubt they would have been." The drake looked over the expanse. "I don't have the heart. That was what that entire thing showed. It was destroyed as Thera removed the shard and replaced it with a replica created out of dark magic." He made his way over to another area of the expanse. "I advise you remember that for the final part."

The scene changed again, this time to a valley. The glow of Luna's moon lit the floor of the valley in a soft glow, being disrupted by a small group of dragons. Bakmah was the only one of the group of three that was actually awake.

The drake stared off past the moon and stars into unknown territory, his eyes faded over. The dragoness next to him shifted, her tail instinctively trying to curl around her husbands. It groped lazily for a bit before the red dragon groggily sat up.

"Bakksy?" Bakmah ignored the dragoness as he started muttering to himself, the occasional chuckle escaping him. "Bakmah, what are you doing up." The dragoness sat up, revealing the green egg that was tucked against her body.

Amara slowly approached her husband. She froze as a crown of black appeared hovering over his head. His body gained a black aura as he chuckled to himself. "B-Bakksy?"

"Yes dear?" Bakmah whipped his head around at an impossible angle, his eyes bitch black except for his red iris. A twisted grin was across his face. Amara screamed and fell to the ground, trying to scramble away.

"Oh hush, don't scream." Bakmah stood and slowly approached her. He grabbed her by the neck, his grin slowly falling until he stared at her with a frown. "What is my need to keep you around?" He asked in a deep tone, cocking his head to the side.

"D-Dad?" Elthin, a sky blue drake, sat up from his place on the ground with a scared expression. Bakmah turned his face to the baby dragon with a snarl.

"You. Oh, what a awful waste of semen were you." growled the drake. He lifted his free claw and lifted his son by the neck. He twisted his claw and broke the child's neck. Amara let out a scream as she started kicking at him and hitting his arms.

"Oh, quit your screaming." Bakmah grabbed the dragoness by the shoulders with his free claw and pulled down while pushing up on her head. A few seconds later, he held her decapitated head before throwing it to the side and approaching the egg.

"I might as well save myself the time." The drake lifted a foot over the egg and brought it down.

Daemon blinked as she found herself back in the bedroom, Bakmah staring down at his claws with a sad look. "It wasn't a storm." He said quietly. Daemon moved over to comfort the dragon. Bakmah leaned away, causing the mare to sigh.

“But wasn’t it, Bakmah?” She closed the distance between them but made no move to comfort him this time. She just stared at him. “You are a fool of a dragon if you think that was your fault. Any half wit could tell you were not in control of yourself. I’ve dealt with plenty of magic in my time, Bakmah. I’ve seen plenty of good ponies turn by messing with the worst it has to offer. I have made good ponies turn by messing with the worst it has to offer. And I am stuck with it now. The Elements made sure I remember that.”

"I still should have found a better way than to have used that transplant. Hell, dying would have been better!"

“It would not have been. Death is not the answer. You wanted to live and you did, not a single soul can blame you for that. Your mistake was not preparing yourself for the outcome of which you live by. It was a mistake with drastic costs. Something you have to pay by living. Living for the lives you took, even if you did not mean to take them. Wishing death for yourself now is just disgracing them.”

"It's just..." The drake swallowed. "What if it happens again? I...don't know what would happen then."

“You honestly believe I would let anything like that happen again. You get testy with me and I will banish you to the moon until you have learned your lesson, no matter how many bodies I have to burn through.” Daemon reached over and boxed the drake upside his head. “Got it memorized?”

"Its not you who I'm worried about."

“Oh, it is indeed me you should be worried about. Don’t even think for an instant I would let you harm another.”

The drake sighed. "I'm just worried I will have to grieve over another child of mine that I murdered."

“And if it is also a child of mine, you’ll be mistaking if you think that I’ll let you touch it while in that state, let alone be near it.” Daemon kicked the covers around on the bed. “I want to get off of this topic. It’s putting me in a very bad mood...” Bakmah nodded and slowly climbed into the bed next to the mare.

"Anything you would like to ask before I sleep for a few decades?" Asked Bakmah with a small smile. Daemon put on a smile herself.

“If you even try to sleep that long, I will do many many things to you. Some you will not enjoy but I will entirely.”

Bakmah stuck his tongue out as he nuzzled into the pillow. "No questions?"

“None that you will answer.” Daemon moved to snuggle up next to him.

"Then I shall take my leave from the land of the awake to the realm of sleep." said Bakmah with a yawn. He nuzzled up to the mare as he closed his eyes.

“And its eyes shall blaze of blood afire and its roar bring lightning and thunder upon this earth...” Bakmak opened a single eye just to find the mare smiling back at him. “Good night, Bakksy.”

"Good night, Daemon." The drake smiled tiredly before slipping off into Luna's Land of Dreams.

Chapter Fourteen

Bakmah's eyes shot open, the drake finding himself staring at the back of Daemon's head. He pushed her out of his mind as he focused on the impossibly familiar presence that he could sense in the area.

He quickly threw off the blankets and out of bed, running over to the door. Once out in the hall, he tried to figure out exactly where the presence was coming from. He was soon joined by a annoyed Daemon who stared at him as he went in a small circle, staring at the ceiling to pinpoint the presence.

"What are you doing?" Asked the mare in an annoyed tone. The drake blinked before looking down at her. He then turned around and made his way towards the exit.

"I sense something I shouldn't be able to sense." said the drake as he began walking up the stairs.

"And that is?"

"My brother." The drake began a small jog up the stairs. Daemon casually followed with a blank expression as they broke out into the hazy morning. Birds chirped here and there as the sun struggled through the fog.

The drake slowly scanned the area, his tail swishing from side to side since he could tell the new presence was close. He could almost feel it.

And he did.

He yelped as a pure white body slammed into his, sending both of them tumbling across the clerking until Bakmah gained dominance. The drake growled as he prepared to hit the one who ran into him, freezing as he got a good look at who was under him.

A white scaled drake with sky blue spines grinned at him. He was the same size as Bakmah, but was more scarred. His left arm was missing, replaced by solidified air. His emerald eyes flashed up at the drake ontop of him.

"Lilian..." muttered Bakmah. The pinned drake nodded. "You crazy bastard!" Bakmah scooped up the white drake in a hug, one which Lilian was more than willing to return. "And here I thought Sedian killed you."

Lilian chuckled. "He was good for breaking bones, not killing others." Lilian pulled back. "Nice to see you again, brother. It's been too long."

"Three thousand years too long. I was starting to get lonely." said Bakmah, slapping his brother on the arm. "Where the hell have you been?"

“Lonely, huh?” Daemon stared at the two dragons skeptically. “I didn’t know I held so little company to you, Bakksy.”

"Who the hell is she?" Asked Lilian with a raised eyebrow. Bakmah sighed, rubbing his temple.

"You, watch your mouth. You," he pointed to Daemon. "I did not mean it like that. You know the past while has been the best weeks of my life. Albeit the past three days weren't exactly fun."

“Oh yes. I still owe you for that, don’t I?” Daemon grinned mischieviously. “Though, until I get the full story, how much is still up in the air...”

"I slept with some she-monster, if that's what you are trying to pry out of me. I ran when I first saw it, watched your memory, found myself balls deep in you, broke free, and suddenly I wasn't having sexy fun times with Daemon." Bakmah wore a deep crimson. "Satisfied?"

Daemon cocked her head. “To an extent, but I doubt right now is the best time to discuss this further. You have yet to make proper introductions, Bakksy.”

The drake blinked before shaking his head. "Uh, Daemon, this is my pain in the ass older brother, Lilian, the element of air. Lilian, this is my...marefriend, Daemon Delirum." The drake coughed. "Should we, uh, head back inside?"

“I think that would be a great idea, Bakksy. Lili, if you would kindly follow me, I will show you to mine and Bakksy’s humble abode.” Daemon turned to head back toward the stairs, flicking her tail as she did.

"Wait, what the fuck did you call-" Lilian's protests were cut off by his chuckling brother.

"You will learn very fast that when she finds a nickname for you, she will never let you live it down. Besides, if she ever does call you by your full name, be afraid." Bakmah then stood up and followed behind Daemon, leaving Lilian to stare at them before running after them.

"So...mind explaining how you two became a...um...thing?" Asked Lilian as the three of them sat inside the kitchen. Bakmah hummed for a second before turning to Daemon.

"You want to answer that or should I?"

“I needed a good rutting. I found Bakksy. It evolved from there.” Daemon hummed as she went over to the fridge.

"You're telling me you two got together after having sex?" Asked Lilian skeptically. "Is that all that started this?"

Daemon paused, pulling her head out of the fridge to stare at Lilian. “Hmm...” Daemon narrowed her eyes before nodding. “That’s pretty much what started it, Lili. I was in heat at the time.”

"She was." said Bakmah with a nod as he leaned against the counter. "I helped her out and kinda stayed."

"I don't see why you couldn't wait it out." said Lilian with a shrug.

"She humped my knuckles. There is no 'waiting it out' for heat. You either feel like your loins are on fire or get laid. Your choice."

“Plus, it’s hard for me not to be horny on a regular basis. Estrus just makes it that much worse.” Daemon pulled out a plate of sandwiches from the fridge and brought them over to the table. She set them down and stared at Lilian. “You’re apprehensive because I am a pony and not a dragon...”

"Our family has kept the tradition of mating in our race only for millennia. I'm just not comfortable with the fact that my brother has broken that tradition." said Lilian with crossed arms. Daemon stared at the dragon for another second before looking over to Bakmah.

“Do you think he would be more understanding if he knew exactly what I am? Or would that make things worse...I could just go change into that one body.” The grin on the mare’s face wasn’t completely innocent.

"Which body? My present? That might not help." Bakmah coughed. "I think your best bet is just explain what you are." Daemon nodded slowly.

“I think you are right.” Daemon turned back to Lilian. “Lili...I am Daemon.” The mare said simply before turning and heading back to the fridge, not saying another word.

The white drake blinked. "Um...yes, you are. I was told." Bakmah planted a claw on his face.

"Really, babe?" Muttered the drake.

“Stop calling me babe. A babe is what you call a young pig.” Daemon continued to stare into the refrigerator.

"That...I did not know." The drake shook his head. "I thought you said you were going to tell him what you are, not who."

“But who I am is what I am. I can only be me...” Daemon looked at Bakmah with a smile. “Babe.”

"That name doesn't bother me considering what it seems we do nearly every day, so I might as well be a pig." said the drake with a grin.

“And if you look at it in that aspect, what would that make me, Bakksy?”

"I..." The drake turned away and focused on digging through the cupboards for his gem stash.

“Yes.” Daemon turned to Lilian. “I am a celestial alicorn. Technically princess of the earth but I hold no royalties. I am also known as the Mistress of Creation. If you want to know more about that, ask Bakksy who Snuffy is.”

"You are never going to let me live that down, are you?" Asked the drake, looking over his shoulder.

“Not in my lifetime.” Daemon winked at Bakmah.

"Your lifetime is as long as the earth." deadpanned the drake.

“Gives you some perspective, doesn’t it?” Daemon turned back to Lilian. “You’re being awfully quiet...Still processing?”

"I thought Sedian was God of the Earth." said Lilian with a confused frown.

“I have no god.”

"Then what are we if you are all high and mighty princess of the fucking earth?!" Asked Lilian with a growl.

“I believe that is something for you to decide. I only know the things pertaining to me. I am the earth given form and I know there is no god I bow to.”

"And why are you so calm with this?!" He asked, pointing a claw at Bakmah.

"I am no god. I am just a very hard to kill dragon with a few more tricks up his sleeve than most dragons." said the drake as he pulled out a brown bag. "And I don't care about what she is. I'm more concerned with who she is."

“And it’s the same for me with Bakksy. He makes me happy and that is good enough for me.” Daemon closed the fridge without taking anything out. “Besides, I have another question...”

"What is that?" Asked Lilian in an annoyed tone.

“Is thirteen inches the running length in the family or is that just Bakmah?”

Lilian stared at her with a shocked expression while Bakmah just coughed awkwardly. "You seriously are not that big, right?" Asked Lilian, slowly turning to his sibling.

"I am."

“And I take every inch of it...Except that one time I was a fi-” Daemon was quickly silenced by Bakmah putting a claw over her mouth.

"Let us not go into that exact detail of our sex life." said the drake with crimson blush.

“Why not?” Daemon asked after she pushed his claw away. “It’s always so much fun. You remember that one question I asked you?”

"Which one?"

“When I asked you that if I had a cock, would you suck it? And then you did.”

"Y-yes. I remember." said Bakmah, trying to sink away.

Daemon turned to Lilian. “Bakksy is such a cute little subby, but when he gets his dom on, he can rut my ass good and hard. If I wasn’t able to change bodies, I don’t think I would still be able to sit down.”

"Please kill me." whimpered Bakmah, placing his head in his claws. Daemon patted the drake.

“I still love you, Bakksy. Hey Lili. You seemed surprised to learn of Bakksy’s length. How big are you then? Can I see?”

"Wh-what?!" Asked Lilian, surprised by the sudden question.

She walked over to the white dragon. “How long is it? How thick? I wanna see how different it looks from Bakksy’s. If you need a little help getting it up, I can put on a show.” Daemon winked at him as she wiggled her hips.

"B-but you are a pony. I...I..." Lilian looked up to see his brother sitting on the counter with a grin as he watched, his thirteen inch member already at full mast as he got a perfect view of what Daemon looked like from behind.

Lilian bit his lip before looking away, his claw starting to rub his sheath to try and coax out his member. “Not quick enough!” Daemon said cheerfully before pushing his claw away. She quickly jumped in the drake’s lap, turning her tail aside before rubbing her crotch against his.

Lilian blushed deeply as he felt his member slowly slide out of his sheath. He closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip, his false arm propping up against the counter. It was only a few moments later that he stood at full mast between their bodies.

"What is the final length?" Asked Bakmah as he idly played with the tip of his member. Daemon stroked Lilian’s member with her flanks.

“I would say about seven.” Daemon leaned her back against Lilian’s chest, looking over to Bakmah.

"About half my size. I still say its decent."

“As would I. Do you have any qualms about letting your brother rut me, Bakksy?”

Lilian's eyes widened. "I have no problems." said Bakmah with a shrug.

"Wh-what?!"

“Oh?” Daemon began grinding against the white dragon’s member. “Do you not want to rut the willing and perfectly capable mare in front of you? All you have to do is say no and really mean it. I won’t force you into it. Or rather, into me.”

Lilian bit his lip as he stared between him. He squeezed his eyes shut. "C-continue."

“You and your brother are alike. I wonder if you are as much a subby as he is.” Daemon moved to where Lilian’s tip was pressed against her tailhole.”Now you have a choice. You could take the ass your brother is fond of or...” A movement later and Lilian could feel something wet slide against his length. “You could go straight for the honeypot.” Daemon began rubbing her marehood up and down against the dragon’s cock. “I could just get you off like this, though.”

Lilian took a deep breath and grabbed onto the mare's flanks. He slowly guided her so that the tip of his member rested against her sex.

“I see you’ve made a choice.” Daemon giggled before leaning forward off his chest, putting her front down while raising her back end so he would have better access. Daemon folded her hooves and rested her head on them. “I am ready when you are, Lili.”

Lilian nodded before pushing down slightly on the mare, moaning as he felt her folds wrap around his member. The drake threw his head back in ecstasy, enjoying the grip of the mare. Daemon chuckled as she closed her eyes.

“Be careful now. You might like it too much.” Lilian grunted as he pulled out to just the tip before slamming it back in.

"A pussy is still a pussy."

“Is it now?” Lilian’s member was suddenly gripped by Daemon’s inner walls with a hold that was just on the edge of being painful, holding him in place. “This one was hoof made by yours truly, with my lover in mind.” She wiggled her hips back and forth, pulling him along with her. “I could make this the best you’ve had...or if you keep that mouth up, it’ll be an unforgettable event in a much different way.”

"He gets to try your new body first? Damn, if I knew you had a few extras included I would have had him wait for me to break it in." said Bakmah with a pout, full on stroking masturbating now. Lilian glared at him as he tried to keep himself from saying anything, afraid of what the mare on his cock would do, but she just relaxed and move her hips against him. Daemon let out a light moan before she motioned Bakmah to come over.

“Come here and I’ll show you what else is new.” Daemon licked her lips, giving the drake a seductive smile. Bakmah grinned as he stood, letting go of his hard member.

"Oh? And just how much will I enjoy this?" he asked as he came up to them, giving her horn a small lick. Daemon looked up and frowned.

“Why did you do that? Like the taste?”

"I do. A bit tangy." The drake gave it another lick.

“Ok, I guess. Just don’t slobber all over my head.” Daemon lifted up gently so she wouldn’t skewer Bakmah before grabbing his member, lightly suckling his tip.

"I've done worse on your head." said Bakmah with a moan, lightly stroking her mane. Daemon hummed playfully before taking him fully into her mouth. Even when Bakmah felt his tip hit the back of her throat, she didn’t stop, swallowing him down to the very base of his cock. She kept him there, the feeling of her continually swallowing massaging his member.

"Mmm. I think I enjoy this a lot." said the drake with moan. "How about you, Lili? Are you enjoying my Daemon's wonderful body?" Bakmah grinned at him.

"I don't if I can hold on much longer..." replied the elder sibling with a moan. Bakmah rolled his eyes.

"Dude, you need to get laid more often." He thought for a moment. "Make it someone who is not Daemon."

The white dragon's only response was a grunt as he hilted himself in Daemon, unleashing his seed from his seven inch wonder. The drake let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he flipped off his brother, slumping against the counter as he came down from his high.

"Never knew you like incest." said Bakmah with a smirk. "I guess you really missed me."

"G-go fuck yourself." said Lilian with a glare.

"Why? I already just did that." Bakmah moaned as his loins stirred from Daemon's massage. "Though I s-seem to be en-enjoying this too much. G-going to cum too fast." Bakmah gasped as he felt Daemon’s teeth graze the underside of his length. The drake groaned, grabbing the mare’s head and pushing her head down until he could feel her nose press up just above his member before he released his load directly into the mare’s throat.

Bakmah panted as he came down from his own high, Daemon pulling off his member, slurping the whole way. Daemon giggled after he was free of her mouth. “That was good.” The mare wasn’t even the least bit out of breath. “Though...” Daemon glanced back at Lilian before looking back up at Bakmah. “If I have a foal now, do you think it would be your’s or your brother’s, Bakksy?” She winked at the drake with a smile.

Bakmah had to keep himself from showing any amusement. "Then he better hope it isn't his." said the drake with a frown. He turned to glare at his brother. "If it is I'll make sure he can never have a foal again or cum the same way, either." Lilian paled, a feat for his scale color.

"B-but I didn't even want this! W-why would I be punished if I didn't want this?" He asked.

"Because it is your cum." said the grey drake calmly.

"B-but...I..." Bakmah couldn't hold it any longer as he bursted into full blown hysterics, almost crying as he laughed. Daemon pulled away from the white drake, curling around and leaning against Bakmah. She smiled gleefully.

“Do not worry yourself, Lili. I am not able to have foals in this body. You are safe.”

Lilian sighed in relief. Bakmah sighed himself, setting his chin on her head. "We'll have it fixed soon enough." He said softly.

“Yes. Hopefully.” Daemon pushed Bakmah’s ead up before walking back over to the fridge, this time opening the freezer. “Anyways, what actually brought you out this way, Lili?” Daemon pulled out a tub of icecream and set it on the counter, closing the freezer.

"No real reason. I've been wandering from place to place, staying here and there. I just happened to be heading out this way." He chuckled. "I was confused when I felt this fucker nearby." he said, jabbing a claw at Bakmah.

"Yes, and you woke me up from my sleep." said Bakmah, tearing his eyes away from the ice cream. "Nonetheless, I'm still glad that Sedian is always a weak hearted fool." Bakmah brought his brother into a one armed hug. He blinked before turning to Daemon. "Oh, I suppose you didn't get off did you?"

“I did not.” Daemon said with a smile as she pulled out a spoon. “But I am going to give you two a bit of a rest before it’s all about me.” Daemon opened the ice cream and spoon out a bite. As she held the spoon in her mouth, her smile slowly started to turn into a frown. Her eyes went wide before throwing the spoon to the counter frantically and running out of the room.

Bakmah let out a sigh of relief before letting his head fall back against the counter. Lilian stared at him. "What are you happy about? Not exactly a good thing when someone does that after sucking you off." he said.

"You wouldn't understand. Besides, I don't want to risk her to find out until after it's done." said Bakmah muttering the last part. He got up and resealed the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. "Anyways, I'm more concerned about you finding a mare and getting settled down, at least get laid."

"No." deadpanned Lilian. "I don't want to be in a relationship with a pony. You can fuck up tradition all you want, but I'm sticking with it."

"You sure as hell were enjoying yourself fucking her, so I think you already did that." Bakmah grinned. "You have no excuses."

"S-shut up! Not all of us have dragonesses, or mares, falling into our laps." said the drake with a pout. Bakmah rolled his eyes.

"So? Doesn't mean you can't go into town, talk to a mare or two, have a date, and see if you want it to continue. I've been in town enough that they shouldn't be too scared of you." said Bakmah, sitting on the opposite counter.

"I'll think about it." said Lilian, crossing his arms. It was then Daemon walked back in the room, a very unpleasant look on her face.

“Cum does not taste as good coming back up as it does going down.” She slowly walked to the counter and looked around. “Where did my ice cream go?” Bakmah sighed as he took it back out of the freezer and slid it over to her.

"Didn't think you would like to eat it after you vomited it out." said the drake, crossing his arms.

“I threw up because of how much you put in my belly. I told you that I need to find a spell to reduce the amount you cum.” Daemon tore the top off the ice cream and picked her spoon back up. “Besides, I love ice cream.” She scooped out a bite and stuck it in her mouth.

While she didn’t go running this time, Daemon’s face soured before she tore the spoon out of her mouth and spit the ice cream out. “What in Tartarus?” Daemon grabbed the tub of ice cream and took a full lick of it contents, Daemon making a retching noise after she did.

“Ugh. I must have screwed something up with this body like I did that other one. I must have gotten rusty after creating the same type of body for all those years...”

"Yeah, let's go with that." said Bakmah, turning his attention to his previously forgotten gems.

“Then I am going to go change bodies. All I have not under work though is the dragoness one...”

"Wait, you have a dragoness body?" Asked Lilian, shocked.

“Yes.” Daemon cocked her head. “It was what I was going to into when you first showed up. To try and make you more comfortable...but I seemed to accomplish that anyways.” Lilian chuckled sheepishly.

"Heh yeah." The drake blushed.

"Go do what you need to. I'll just make sure Lilian here doesn't go too far so soon." said Bakmah with a smirk.

“Alright then. You two don’t start anything without me. I know how you are, Bakksy.” Daemon laughed before she simply vanished.

Lilian blinked before turning to Bakmah. "Y-you wouldn't, right?"

"Maybe. I never took a virgin ass before." said Bakmah with a thoughtful hum, making Lilian stare at him in disbelief.

"But we are brothers!"

"You said you wanted to keep it in the race~" Said Bakmah in a sing song voice, grinning at him.

"I didn't mean incest, though!"

"Dude, I caught Evren sucking off Wraythe when I was twenty. Incest is not as rare in our family as you think." deadpanned Bakmah.

"I-I'm not gay?" Said Lilian with a sheepish smile.

"That's what not your multiple boyfriends I found you having sex with say~" sang Bakmah.

"Fine! I'm interested! Happy?!"

"A little. But I promised to wait for my marefriend." said Bakmah with a wink. He stretched his back. "Besides, I got things to do once we are done here. I have a body to look over, a few extras to make, and cum to reduce, apparently."

"You make bodies too?" Asked Lilian, blinking at him.

"Yup. How do you think I have no scars and look so young despite being over four thousand years old? I make bodies, put my soul into it, and make sure my original body is in good shape." Bakmah popped a ruby into his mouth. "Simple."

"Do you think you could...uh...fix this?" Asked Lilian, gesturing at his false arm.

"I could. I could regrow it for you or just replace your entire body. Depends which way you want to go."

"Just regrow it, please." said the white drake, scruffing the floor with a foot.

"Later." Bakmah looked over at the door. "How long does it take for her to switch bodies?"

Daemon was already sitting in the doorway, the light shining off polished scales. “Not very long actually. I was just listening to the two of you.”

"Y-you heard all of that?" Asked Lilian, blushing deeply.

“I was back quick enough to hear you have a virgin ass. Though, with Bakksy saying you’ve had boyfriends before, I wonder the truth in that.” Daemon slowly walked over to the other two dragons. “Also, I think I am starting to rub off on you, Bakksy. You were sounding like me a bit.”

"I'm around you too much, not like I care. I have had an awesome week so far." said the drake with a grin. Daemon nodded as she spot the ice cream she left on the counter. She sauntered over to it, foregoing a spoon this time as she dipped a claw into the frozen dessert.

“Anyways, are you two ready to satisfy me this time?” Daemon grinned as she stuck the ice cream in her mouth. It was like before, her face souring. Daemon quickly spit it out. With a growl, Daemon spun around and slashed at the tub, sending it across the wall. The earth around them began to tremble as she snorted. “The hell?! I know there is not a thing wrong with this body!” Daemon slammed a fist down on the counter, cracking it.

"That beast seriously underestimated her love for ice cream." muttered the drake, eyeing the cracked counter before going over to Daemon. "Calm down, please."

Daemon whipped around to Bakmah. “Tell me exactly what this is. I know you know.” She said slowly with a low growl in her throat.

Bakmah gulped. "Th-the beast that is creating the pathways needed to find a way to let me know when to come back. I knew she would remove your craving for ice cream, I just didn't expect her to make it taste sour to you." said Bakmah, shrinking away. "I honestly can't do anything until you start having cravings again."

“It doesn’t taste sour. I could take sour. It’s every time I taste it, it feels as if my whole body rejects it.” Daemon held Bakmah with a hard gaze. “I do not appreciate this one bit...but I understand the necessity of it.” Daemon relaxed a bit, sighing. “I don’t like it when something prevents me from the things I enjoy.”

"Hey, it's me the clueless brother. Mind filling me on all of this?" Asked Lilian with a huff. "Seriously, if you wanted to be alone you could just have asked me to leave and not just ignore me."

"Uh, well, it's a long story. Short version is that I have been digging into her soul for a solution for a few...problems. Can't really do much yet, thus the whole 'no ice cream' deal." said Bakmah scratching the back of his head. "Not exactly the best idea."

"So, what exactly is this 'problem' then?" Asked Lilian, crossing his arms. "I have a hard time believing the god of health would have troubles fixing anything with his magic."

Daemon took a deep breath. “There is a reason I make my bodies barren. Any foals I have only live the life span of a normal pony.” Daemon clicked her claws on the floor. “We believe it may have been something to do with how my original body was destroyed by the Elements of Harmony. Are you pleased with that explanation, Lili?”

"Well...um...yeah, I guess." Lilian scratched behind his head. "I'm,uh, sorry you two. I wish you guys fix this soon, or whatever."

Daemon chuckled. “We will. There is no doubt in my mind that we won’t, working together as we are.” Daemon squirmed a bit as she stared from Bakmah to Lilian and back. “Now, can we address the issue of how you two made me incredibly horny earlier and left me that way? Quite rude if I may say so...”

"We didn't really try. You just got off and walked away." Bakmah grinned. "But I'm totally ready for another round."

"I guess I'm up for it. I got nothing better to do." said Lilian with a sigh as he stood. "How do we do this, then?"

“Get on your back, Bakksy. There is still a hole you have not touched yet, and considering this body was a surprise for you, I think you should get the pleasure of breaking it in.”

"Ooh~ My favorite hole." said the drake as he obeyed her orders. Daemon purred as she walked over to Bakmah, giving his length a lick as she crawled up his body.

“Your favorite, huh?” Daemon asked as she leveled with his eyes. “And here I thought you loved my ass the most. No worries.” Daemon positioned herself where his cock pressed against her sex before looking back at Lilian. “Are you just going to sit there and tug yourself or are you going to come over and fill this open spot?” Daemon lifted her tail, showing the white drake her ass.

Lilian nodded as he stood up and walked over to her, hesitating a bit before prodding her anus. “Okay then boys. On the count of three?” Daemon chuckled. “Three...two...one...”

The brothers grunted as they pushed into her simultaneously. Daemon let out a noise betwixt a moan and a growl as both holes were filled. She wasted no time in pressing her lips against Bakmah’s, her tongue finding its way into his mouth to wrestle with his.

Bakmah moaned into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her neck as he began to started to pump into her. The brothers alternated their thrusts, one plunging in while the other was pulling out, never giving Daemon a moment to recover. It was apparent, though, that she didn’t mind. The dragoness pulled away from Bakmah’s mouth and buried her face into his shoulder.

“Oh damn...” moaned Daemon, Bakmah feeling her tighten her grip against the onslaught. Bakmah chuckled, giving her neck a tender lick.

"Enjoying yourself?" Asked the drake softly. Daemon bit his shoulder with a playful growl in response and then released him.

“Much more than I originally thought...” Daemon kept her face against his shoulder, getting lost in the feeling of both of her holes getting pounded by the dragons. Bakmah moaned, slightly biting Daemon's neck as he pounded her. “Oh Bakmah. I’m cumming...” Daemon said this in a voice barely above a whisper, the only other sign to her orgasm was the warm fluids running down his length. She didn’t stop them after she was finished, letting the dragons continue having their fun.

Lilian groaned as he pounded her, feeling his orgasm quickly building after months, if not years, without any sexual attention. He dug his claws deeper into her ass, cracking a few scales as he did so. At the noise, Bakmah opened his eyes and watched his brother carefully as he kept his steady tempo.

Lilian groaned as he came for the second time that morning, hilting himself in the dragoness' ass with a growl. Daemon purred as she wrapped her tail around Lilian, keeping him in her as she nuzzled Bakmah.

Bakmah released her neck and kissed her jaw line as his own orgasm swelled. He tightened his grip around her as he gave a few quick thrusts before hilting himself, reattaching his mouth to her neck, cracking a few scales. He moaned as he came, biting down hard on her neck. Daemon laid there in silence, just enjoying the feeling of being filled with the dragon brothers’ seed.

“Everytime you play with this body, I have to fix it afterwards, Bakksy.” Daemon finally said, her voice still not much more than a whisper.

Bakmah removed his teeth, one of them sticking for a second between two scales. "Not my fault you seem to love me biting your neck." said the drake with a chuckle.

“I think you love it just as much.” Daemon turned her head to look at Lilian, who was still being held hilt deep by her tail. “I am hoping you enjoyed yourself as well.”

Lilian chuckled lightly. "A bit more than I expected." The drake scratched behind his head. "Haven't really bedded many mares."

“Ah. More of a stallion’s dragon, huh?” Daemon chuckled. “I guess I should feel honored in a way.” Daemon’s tail loosened around the white drake, making it possible to move away if he wanted to.

Lilian hesitated a bit before slowly pulling out fully and going back to his side of the kitchen with a deep blush. Bakmah chuckled as he kissed the dragoness's cheek. "Better to have finally got off?" He asked quietly.

“Yes. I feel...” Daemon frowned at the thought the formed in her head. “I feel strangely satisfied. Usually there is something left over. I do not feel that...and I like it.” Daemon relaxed on the dragon underneath her, not quite willing to let him go right then.

"I am at fault for that. Now you know why I had an eight hour boner." He chuckled. "I fixed that, albeit I didn't know I fixed anything until it was explained to me. You are complicated through and through."

“Yet, you don’t seem to mind. If I knew any better, I would say you enjoyed it.” Daemon lifted herself up to stare down at Bakmah. “That would make you a very strange dragon, indeed.”

"Are any of us normal? Hell, Lilian is walking around with a arm made of wind. This entire family is abnormal." The drake chuckled. "You can talk at any point, you know." said Bakmah, looking over at his brother.

"Nah, I'm good." said Lilian with a shrug. "It's a little weird just sitting here while you two have a private moment." Daemon laughed loudly, turning to look at Lilian while still keeping on Bakmah.

“A private moment? An intimate moment, yes, but if I wanted it to be a private moment, you would be finding yourself in the middle of Ponyville right now.” Daemon looked back down to Bakmah. “I am going to go...change. While this body is nice, I feel...wrong in it.” Daemon slowly pulled herself off of Bakmah and move to the side, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her.

“I will be right back. You two play nice while I am gone or I will let Snuffy out.” Daemon closed her eyes with a smile, raising the tip of her tail and smacking the ground, disappearing out of sight.

"I swear, you have the most interesting taste in woman." said Lilian with a shake of his head. "And who is Snuffy?"

"A tiger, dragon, unicorn hybrid that is still probably horny from her heat." Bakmah sat up and leaned against the cupboard. "It's less of a punishment and more of a very interesting sex session."

"You know this how?" Asked Lilian with skeptical look. Bakmah blushed slightly.

"I have a great deal of experience." Was all the drake said.

“Because my Bakksy decided to rutt her when he still thought she was just some feral beast. She is mostly dragon and tiger, he should have known better than to think of her with some limited intelligence.” Daemon grinned from the doorway at the two dragons, now back in her pony body.

"And part of me believes you enjoyed watching me." said the drake, sticking out his tongue at her.

"So, you pretty much cheated on her?" Said Lilian, raising a brow. "And you are still with him?"

"You can't be afraid of sleeping with other mares, or stallions, if you want a healthy relationship." said Daemon simply. “Especially when you live as long as we do.”

"And so far that has been two mares, unless you want to count that beast-thing in Daemon's soul as one." said Bakmah, leaning against the cupboard. "Well, no. Rarity counts as four, so yeah. Four mares. And only Snuffy was the iffy one."

“It’s only been that many?” Daemon cocked her head. “You could always just rutt you brother right now and make it a good strong five...” Lilian turned a deep crimson while Bakmah put a claw to his chin.

"Not sure. I think his ass might be too loose for my liking..." said Bakmah, scratching his chin.

"Fuck you." muttered Lilian, pouting.

"I'm deciding if I want to."

“Actually, now might not be the best of times for that. After all, I am sure Lili came this way for something other than a good ass fucking.”

"You never know." said Bakmah with a shrug. "So, what brought you to small town Ponyville, and above our home, apparently."

"Like I said earlier. I was just looking for somewhere else to live for a little while. I heard this place was a bit more....accepting of dragons, so I decided to see how true it was." Lilian chuckled sheepishly. "I just decided to take a more scenic route through the forest."

"We both know this is not a scenic route forest." deadpanned Bakmah. "You were going to try and see how well you fought over other creatures three times your size, weren't you?"

"I...yes." said the white drake with a defeated sigh.

“I got it!” Daemon suddenly exclaimed. “It is the only explanation that could make possible sense!”

"Explanation to what?" Asked Bakmah, confused.

“Your brother! The one you said was deepthroating the other one...I forget his name but he had something to do with the earth or yada yada.” Daemon waved a hoof lazily. “I was thinking about it and the only explanation for his title or state of being would be that he was the god of the earth element and not the earth itself. That could explain that little situation, but to undeniably prove it, I would have to do tests.” Daemon’s eyes slowly made their way to Lilian, a hungry look in them. “I wonder if I could get the proper results from you since your brother is no longer around to give them.”

"I am not exactly comfortable with the idea of being tested..." said Lilian, backing away.

Bakmah sighed. "Sedian is the god of earth, or the element as you suggest. And it was Evren, element of water that sucked off Wraythe, element of fire." The drake shook his head. "Besides, we could always just go visit Sedian and ask him if you could do a few tests."

“He is alive? I thought you said they were all dead? Unless it has to do with spirits or something like that. If it does, I am afraid I am limited to my own realm.”

"They are dead, except for me and Lilian. As for spirits, kinda. I was actually just going to have you tag along on my next trip to the heavens and ask Dad if we could just go to Sedian's little piece of heaven and ask him." The drake scratched his chin.

"When we die, we don't die normally. We go into a kind of a physical state between the two. It's what some may call heaven, but that is a spirit realm. In our realm, we are as alive as down here, yet we are not. The only trick to all this is that we can decide whether we want to stay in our physical state or move on past that and fully die. If we are lucky, Sedian hasn't fully died yet."

Daemon stared at Bakmah for a moment in silence before a smile spread across her face. “We could try that. I would like to talk to him, if only to get more information on your family and all.” Daemon looked back at forth between the two drakes. “Well...what shall we do now? Wanna take your brother to see Snuffy, Bakksy?” Daemon let out a small giggle. “They might really hit it off.”

"If they become a thing, he is sleeping in there with her." said Bakmah as he stood. "So, should I be able to remove the wards without losing limbs?"

“No. I will do that.” Daemon followed Bakmah’s lead. “I need to keep a close eye on them when taking them down and putting them back up so there are no mistakes involved. If anything in the cells behind Snuffy’s room were to escape...” Daemon shook her head. “Just hope we would be able to find and kill them before they breed.”

"Sometimes I'm afraid of you." said Bakmah with a shake of his head. "Come now, brother. We will get you acquainted with Snuffy and, who knows, you just might find a mare friend to settle down with." said Bakmah with a grin.

“Come on now, Lili. Keep up.” Daemon waved for the white drake to follow them.

"Why do I feel like I might regret this?" muttered Lilian as he followed behind the couple. Daemon twisted around so she could face Lilian while walking backwards.

“Didn’t you say the same thing before you rutted me? Do you regret that?” Daemon whirled back around, making sure to swing her tail from side to side so Lilian would catch glimpses of her marehood. “You know, Lili probably wouldn’t hit it off with Snuffy. I have a feeling he might be more into the male gender. I could always change Snuffy into a guy, but I don’t think she would appreciate it.”

"Too bad there isn't a male version of her." said Bakmah with a shake of his head. "We have to wait to see if she can have children then wait for them to be of age and see if he could hit it off with one of her sons. That could work if he minds the wait."

“I could make a male version of her species. It would just be a lot of work and the resources I need are extremely difficult to come by. I would atleast need three dragon bodies, still alive or at least freshly dead. The cells would still need to be alive. Same with the tigers and unicorn. As long as I can break down the bodies quick enough before the cells die and start to rot. I should be able to do it. Again, it is rare having materials like that all at once.”

"I could easily find three dragons for use and I don't think Celestia and Luna would mind if we take one prisoner from their prisons. The tigers are a whole other thing, though." Bakmah shrugged. "Who knows, we could try it or not." The drake turned to the paler looking Lilian behind them. "What do you think?"

"I-I think I'm good."

“Come on, Lili. I don’t think Bakmah’s semen really took.” Daemon turned to the drake in question. “Not that the fertility and amount were the problem. I am kind of glad it didn’t, now.” She looked back at the white dragon. “You think you could give her a good sexing for me? It would be really helpful if you got her pregnant. I wouldn’t have to create a whole nother of her species.”

"I-I guess?" said Lilian, a bit overwhelmed. Daemon winked at him before looking back to Bakmah.

“Snuffy is just going to eat him up. She always likes to play with her food, I am sure that carries over to her partners...she was having a fun time with you.”

"Oh yes, she will have fun. How much he will like it, oh we will just have to see." Daemon walked in front of Bakmah, pushing the door to her lab open when they got to it. Lilian hesitated at the doorway, looking into Daemon’s lab. The amber holding Crystal’s original body caught his attention.

“Wh-what is that?”

“You could call it a sort of project...” Daemon walked over to the amber and put a hoof on it. “I am regenerating this body for a very special pony. I know it would be quicker to just replace all the missing part, but I want this one to be one hundred percent original. They have to be...”

"Perfect?" said Bakmah. "We never really touched the subject of Crystal much, not even after she broke my muzzle."

“Bakmah...” Daemon slowly turned to look at the drake with a weird sort of smile. “Crystal would get angry at you if you called him a she.”

"I remember Crystal being a she..." Bakmah stared at her. "I doubt I will ever get you, even if we have a child together."

“Crystal is a mare but he isn’t a she, Bakksy. And don’t worry, I don’t even get myself sometimes.” Daemon chuckled as she moved away from the amber.

"That...almost concerns me." The drake shook his head. "So, you think Snuffy will take to him that easily?"

“Oh, I could theorize, but that wouldn’t really matter until it was put into action.” Daemon made her way to the door at the back. “I will atleast make sure she does not kill him...” Daemon’s horn glowed as the wards on the door faded and the chains came undone.

"K-kill me?" Lilian was now a bleach white as he stepped back a bit.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t, Lili. You don’t have to worry...though, I would atleast try to stay away from her mouth. Until she accepts you as a mate, of course....maybe.” Daemon offered the door to the white dragon with a smile.

"Just give her a good time and she will be a cuddly in no time." said Bakmah as he put an arm around his brother. Daemon stared at Lilian for a moment before giving him a soft smile.

“Again, if you do not wish to do this, I will not force you into it, Lili.”

"I...I..." The drake bit his lip before sighing. "I'll do it." said Lilian softly. Daemon’s grin turned from soft to something a bit more mischievous.

“Alright then. I do have something I need to do before you go in there.” Daemon’s horn glowed for a moment before a bottle appeared on the ground before Lilian. Its sickly green contents didn’t look the most appetizing. “I would appreciate it if you could drink that for me. It is enchanted to work quickly so you may feel a bit...strange after drinking it.”

"Wh-what is it?" Asked Lilian, staring at it cautiously.

“It is a potion that increases semen production and fertility. I thought you could use it because of the previous activities that we were engaged in.”

"In other words, it makes it easier to get Snuffy preggers." said Bakmah, patting his brother on the back and stepping away. Lilian stared at the liquid for a moment before sighing, grabbing the bottle in a light blue aura and bringing it towards his lips. The drake downed its contents and quickly put the bottle back on the floor.

“It also enhances your orgasm to a very good level. I am sure you’ll enjoy it greatly.” Daemon snickered as she made the bottle disappear. Lilian stared at her before gulping.

"Alright, let's get this over with." Daemon just offered the door to Lilian again.

“I can only show you the door. It must be you who walks through it.”

“Alright." Lilian took deep breath before stepping towards the door. He placed his false claw on the door and hesitated. He took another deep breath, opening the door to Snuffy's room. Lilian could feel a hoof being placed on his back before he was pushed inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.

“Have fun~” Lilian could hear Daemon’s voice as he sat in the darkness. The drake cursed as he turned towards the door. He sighed before sitting back down on the floor, trying to see in the darkness. Unlike with Bakmah, the tiger/dragon hybrid was sitting obviously in the middle of the room.

“Disappointing...” She said, her eyes locked onto Lilian. “Snuffy smelled a male and she thought the dragon before has come to pay her another visit.” She stood up, her tail swishing back and forth. “You smell like him, yet different. It confused Snuffy, that is why she did not attack. Snuffy has little patience and it will run out if this is not explained to her.”

"He is, um, my b-brother. My y-younger brother." Lilian gulped slightly. "Him and Daemon wanted me to, uh, m-meet you and, well, mate...with...you."

“Do they?” Snuffy scratched at the ground. “They think Snuffy will just take any male they put down here? She will not! The last dragon was a strong mate, Snuffy could tell. You do not seem as strong.”

"H-hey! I know he is bigger than me but I still bet I'm stronger." said Lilian, standing up with a frown. Snuffy just cocked her head.

“You tell Snuffy this, but you body is worn and spent. His was new and strong.” She eyed his false arm. “A mate must be strong enough to protect his own. You do not seem as capable to Snuffy.”

Lilian sighed as he sat back down. "I can, just not like I used to. I'm not like my brother who can switch out his body when it gets bad, I can't regrow my limbs. The only thing that has stayed with me is my magic." The drake shook his head. "If it wasn't for the battle with one of my other brothers, I probably would be more capable now."

“If you miss your arm, Daemon can get it back. An incident when Snuffy was younger, she lost nearly all of her tail. Daemon was able to make it come back in three nights. It was painful to Snuffy, but not as much as losing her tail forever.”

"It's alright, my brother already offered to fix me up." Lilian looked over his body. “I might just go with his offer for a new body, now that I think about it. Three millennia and having to stunt my growth have not done good to me." said the white drake with a chuckle.

“A new body...” Snuffy got up and walked toward Lilian. “You would give up such a connection to get a new one free of scar?”

"I won't get rid of it. Besides, time has done well to make sure it is hard to move. I need to use magic to make sure I can walk properly. In another decade or two, even that would be difficult until I can do nothing but lay there." The drake rubbed his real arm. "I love this thing and have had many experiences with it, but it has long passed its due date. It's either get a new one or doom myself to sitting alone, not able to do anything by myself."

Snuffy sat herself down in front of Lilian before reaching out a claw and placing it on his chest. She slowly slid it from side to side before letting it rest on the shoulder of his real arm. “Old and worn...but maybe not as weak as Snuffy first thought.” She looked his body over. “You have fought many times and been through many trials. Snuffy is correct, yes?”

"Me and my four other brothers used to use stunning spells when we wrestled back when we were not even a hundred years of age." His gaze saddened. "Then we fought each other, but for death of the other. I was just lucky that my younger brother was too weak of heart to actually kill me."

The hybrid just stared at Lilian for a moment. “Did you come in here only because Daemon wanted you to be my mate?”

Lilian sighed as he leaned back against the door. "Not really. I was curious of what, who you were." He looked away. "And part of me is tired of going from town to town, sleeping with a mare or stallion for a little while, then leaving without warning for another town. I like the thought of settling down. Bakmah sure seems to enjoy it." Lilian chuckled softly.

“So he is Daemon’s mate.” She looked at the door behind him. “I...” Snuffy frowned. “Sanufia is Snuffy’s real name, before Daemon started calling her Snuffy. If you wish to call her that, she does not mind. Snuffy is very interested in your story and...she does not mind being your mate.” Snuffy moved a bit closer to Lilian. “If only you promise to visit Snuffy a lot. She gets lonely down here by herself. Daemon does not come to play as much with her anymore.”

Lilian smiled softly. "I really have no where to live. So I either might have to sleep in the guest bedroom or a nice little corner in here. So I think I'll be visiting a good amount."

“You could sleep in Snuffy’s room. “ She pointed at a side wall. “This room is for fighting intruders and that which tries to escape. Neither happens too often and Snuffy is glad for that. Daemon has taught Snuffy of the world and thinks it’s a fair job that Daemon gives her for food and living. Would you like to see Snuffy’s room?”

Lilian looked back at the door behind them. "I don't think I'll be let out anytime soon, so yes. I would." Snuffy’s eyes lit up.

“Then you follow her.” The dragon/tiger hybrid quickly standing and making her way to the wall. “It is here.” She went to one of the corners and while the wall seemed solid, Snuffy was able to just walk straight through it.

Lilian blinked as he stood, staring at the corner that Snuffy walked through. The drake slowly made his way over to the corner, looking at the wall cautiously. Once he was at the corner, he hesitated before following her lead, walking through it.

The dragon came out into a well lit room. Lilian blinked, mainly in surprise rather than the sudden light change. It looked almost like any regular room you could find. There only real differences was that there was a long wooden post in the middle of the room, gouged with claw marks, and there was no traditional bed. Instead there was a pile of soft looking cushions and pillows, which Snuffy made her way over to and laid down on.

Lilian looked around the room as he approached her, minding the post in the middle of the room. "Seems that you are well taken care of." commented the drake, sitting down on the lower part of the pile.

“Yes. Daemon makes sure Snuffy is well. She brings new books when Snuffy finished reading some.” She point to a bookshelf packed with books. “And she makes sure Snuffy is never hungry.” Snuffy pointed to a strange chute looking door on the wall. “And Daemon even makes sure Snuffy can keep her claws sharpened.” Snuffy finally pointed to the post in the middle of the room.

The hybrid looked at Lilian with a small smile. “She likes her claws sharp.” Snuffy flexed her digits, the claws on them elongating. “They look very nice, yes?” She held one up to Lilian. The claws were very clean and looked very sharp. It made Lilian more self-aware on how bad his claws had gotten.

The drake looked down at his own, finding them chipped and worn. He blushed slightly. "Yes, they do look very nice." Snuffy retracted her claws back to their normal length before sliding them under Lilian’s chin and raising his head to meet her eye to eye.

“No embarrassment. Snuffy is...a female, so she wishes to look nice and attractive to her mate.” Her eyes scanned across the drake’s face. “Snuffy does look attractive to her mate...yes?”

Lilian leaned forward, their muzzles inches apart. "Yes."

Snuffy let out a breath she had been holding. “Then Snuffy is very happy.” Snuffy closed the distance, pressing their lips together. It became quickly apparent to Lilian that the dragon/tiger hybrid had little to no experience with kissing, her being a bit clumsy against his lips.

The drake chuckled slightly as he used his lips to guide hers, his tongue occasionally brushing against her lips. A small sound escaped Snuffy’s throat before she slowly parted her lips, allowing his tongue access to her mouth.

Lilian's tongue explored his partner's mouth, his tongue occasionally wrapping around hers to try and coax it into his. Instead, Snuffy stopped and pulled away, breathing deeply once they were apart.

“I have...” Snuffy closed her eyes, calming herself a bit. “Snuffy has read books that described kissing like that, but she was not ready for how it felt. Even Snuffy’s kisses with Daemon never become that...intense.”

The drake chuckled softly. "I have to say I haven't kissed like that in ages. It's been a very long while." She opened her eyes, staring at the drake.

“Snuffy wouldn’t mind...another kiss like that...” The hybrid dragoness looked away, finding a pillow to stare at. Lilian grabbed her by the chin and led her face back to his.

"I wouldn't mind either." He closed the distance between them again, his tongue almost immediately begging entrance into her mouth once more. She allowed him entrance, her tongue moving to explore his mouth. Snuffy lifted a claw to his chest, grazing across it, around his shoulder and to his back before pulling him closer to her.

Lilian moaned slightly, wrapping his arms around her as he slightly put his weight against her, laying themselves on the cushions. His tongue twirled around her mouth, occasionally wrapping around her tongue. Snuffy let out a soft purr, her tail reaching out to wrap around his as they kissed. She wrapped both her arms around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.

The white drake chuckled as he parted slightly. "Eager, aren't we?" He asked softly. Snuffy blinked up at him.

“Snuffy enjoys kissing with you.” She grabbed his real arm and placed his claw on her chest. “You kiss well and taste good. You also smell nice and your eyes...Snuffy really likes looking into them.” She made his claw begin to slide downward across her chest and belly. “All those thing and you being on top of her...It brings out new feelings Snuffy never felt before and it makes her feel very hot...down here.” Snuffy pushed his claw between her legs, onto her soaking wet sex. “So yes, you make Snuffy feel very eager.”

Lilian began to rub his claws against her slit, setting their muzzles together. "I can say the same." He pressed their lips together once again, inserting a claw into her sex. Snuffy moaned into his mouth, her grip tightening on his arm while her tail did the same to his. He could even feel her tighten around his claw.

Lilian inserted another claw in his fingering as he felt his member slide out of its sheath. He groaned slightly, not appreciating not being able to get off like she was. The drake slowly began to remove his claws, moving his body forward enough that his tip was mere inches away from her slit.

Snuffy pulled out of the kiss and began nuzzling Lilian’s neck. “Please. Snuffy wants you to be her mate. You will take her, won’t you?”

"I will." said the drake softly, pushing himself into her with a moan and getting one from Snuffy in return. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. Lilian groaned as he hilted himself, burying his muzzle into her shoulder. The drake slowly began to pull out before slamming into her, starting a steady pace.

Snuffy let her head fall back, enjoying the sound of the drake pumping into her. She placed a claw on Lilian’s head, holding him gently against her shoulder. Her other claw explored his body, feeling the muscle under his scales and skin while taking note of any scars she passed.

Lilian purred as he felt her caress his body, nuzzling up against her neck. He picked up his pace slightly, wanting to please her the best he could. He moaned as he could feel pressure build inside of him.

Lilian gasped at the sudden wave of overwhelming pleasure that went through him as he came. The euphoric wave that caressed his senses was unlike anything he had previously felt. Even Snuffy gasped and moaned as his hot seed began to spill into her awaiting womb, bringing hybrid dragoness to her own orgasm as he began to fill her. And it didn’t stop.

The pleasure still went on as he continued to cum, Daemon’s potion proving its effectiveness as he felt his cum start to boil up around his member. It eventually began to spill out of Snuffy, leaking down and around her tail before messing the cushions below.

Lilian panted as he slowly came off from his high and his flow of cum slowly trickled to a stop. He laid himself limp on top of the hybrid dragoness. "Th-that p-potion is t-too effective." panted the drake.

“Potion?” She wrapped her arms around Lilian. “Snuffy guesses Daemon gave you one. What for?”

"To get my sperm count back up after having came twice shortly before coming in here." He shifted slightly. "And to heighten my fertility." Snuffy was quiet and didn’t move except for a single claw tracing around some scales on his back.

“Fertility...You wish not only to be Snuffy’s mate but to start a family with her as well?” Lilian stayed silent, opting to just nod. “Snuffy does not know how to feel about this. She is happy and confused. Happy because she always wanted a litter of her own with a strong mate, but... confused her mate would choose this so quickly, not knowing much about each other...”

"Because I am ready to just be able to settle down and have what I couldn't before." Lilian chuckled. "A little bit too quick, I suppose." said the drake softly. Snuffy squirmed just the tiniest bit under Lilian, sending small jolts through his member that was still inside her.

“Snuffy is afraid we might get to know each other more and learn to dislike each other. From what she has experienced so far with you, it would make her sad if this happened.”

"Trust me, unless you are a lot like my father or committed mass murder, it is very hard for me to dislike someone." said Lilian, nuzzling her. "I promise I won't leave."

“This makes Snuffy happy.” She said, nuzzling him back. “Would you mind keeping Snuffy company for the rest of the day and through the night? If you had no other plans?”

"I had nothing planned for today. Bakmah wanted me to go and find a mare and a place to live, but it seems like I did that already." said Lilian softly. The drake pulled against Snuffy’s grip on him, her loosening it for him to pull away. He rolled and laid on the cushions beside Snuffy, watching as she turned so she was on her side before raising her leg. “What are you doing?”

“Snuffy is cleaning up the mess that was made.” The hybrid said simply before moving her head between her legs, starting to lick up Lilian’s excess cum that had spilled and was still spilling from her sex.

"You could have asked me." muttered the drake.

Daemon sighed happily as she laid her head against Bakmah’s arm that laid over her hooves, just enjoying the feeling of his weight resting on top of her as she was propped up against one of the counters in her lab. She was still basking in the glow of her recent orgasm with her lover, the intensity of Lilian’s and Snuffy’s sexual encounter getting to her.

Daemon almost giggled as she felt the dragon’s cock twitch from inside her, still proving true to stay hard even after just cumming. She rubbed her cheek against his arm as she closed her eyes. “Those two in there...their flames burned brightly as the came together. It was as if they were lit from the same torch. I think they are going to make each other very happy.”

"Oh?" said Bakmah, putting his head on top of hers. "See, I told you they would get together."

“You’re okay with this? Even if it means you won’t get some Snuffy time anymore.” Daemon playfully said.

Bakmah nipped her ear. "I am. I told him to go find someone that would make him happy. If that someone happens to be a hybrid and lives in the back of the lab, I'm okay with it."

“No...I am not going to have them stay in the lab. They deserve more and if they do have children, I am not going to have them running around in someplace as dangerous as my lab. I may get some ponies to build a house for them near the entrance of this place.” Daemon made sure to wiggle her hips every now and then, keeping Bakmah stimulated enough to stay hard inside of her.

"Who will guard the entrance to the back lab of they are living all the way on the surface?" Asked the drake.

“I will find a way to take care of that problem. It wouldn’t be fair of me to try and keep Snuffy in that position now that she has found someone like Lili.”

"I'm sure she'll appreciate that. Though, we shouldn't be surprised if we find them gone for a month. Being in there for who knows how long and suddenly being free into the world would make someone very curious and adventurous."

“No...I already tried that with her about a hundred years ago. She just ended up finding a cave to sleep in while wandering the forest during the day. Never asked her why she didn’t go see the world...”

"Maybe she was scared. One could also be like that if they never have really been outside much. Hell, newborns are like that. I remember Thera was scared to travel out of her room sometimes because it felt so safe to her." Bakmah looked down at her. "Maybe it's the same with Snuffy and the forest."

“That could be...” Daemon yawned, rolling her shoulders a bit. “It’s not even night time and I feel like I could sleep. And I would want to, just like this.”

"Then should we head to the bedroom and call it a night?" Asked Bakmah, kissing her cheek.

“We could, but I hardly even feel like moving. Even opening my eyes seems like a task that would be too difficult to complete right now...”

Bakmah snapped his claws, teleporting them into the bedroom. He carefully moved himself into the bed and threw the covers over them. "Better?" He asked softly. Daemon shook her head slightly.

“You pulled out.”

"I thought it would be uncomfortable..."

Daemon let out a soft laugh. “How would that ever be uncomfortable? I love just being able to feel you inside of me, just having that connection even if we’re not really rutting. Can you give me that as I fall asleep?”

"Yes." said the drake softly, scooting himself forward so that his still hard tip pushed into her sex. He pushed himself in until he was hilted, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling up against her neck. "There."

“Thank you, Bakmah. May Luna’s embrace softly guide your dreams, my love.” Bakmah could feel the mare completely relax as she took one last deep breath, sleep obviously not too far off for her.

"And may she guide yours." said the drake softly as he closed his own eyes. He soon followed her off into Luna's Dream Realm.

Chapter Fifteen

Bakmah heard snoring as he stirred, it bringing unease to him. His eyes popped open and he stared at the mare he was holding, the one that was snoring. The drake could not figure out why this felt so weird to him until a small thought trickled into his mind.

This was the first time he woke up before Daemon.

This brought a slight smile to his lips. It was also the only time he has seen her sleeping naturally, not counting the time she passed out when he had to kill one of her bodies so she could change. He lifted a claw and stroked her cheek, not thinking until it was too late that he might wake her.

But he didn’t. Daemon stayed still and her breathing didn’t even falter. Bakmah was thinking how heavy a sleeper she really was when he shifted, gasping and nearly gripping the mare. He looked down to find that he had stayed hard and in the mare the entire night. Bakmah started to pull out slowly but stopped at the tip, his thought from earlier came back.

He knew that even if Daemon were to wake up during the act, she wouldn’t be angry and this would be a good test of how heavy a sleeper she was. Bakmah placed a claw on the mare’s flank, just atop her cutie mark before he pushed back into Daemon. The dragon let out a pant as he hilted in the mare, holding her still so she wouldn’t shake.

Having been inside the mare all night had made him a bit more sensitive and Daemon had a strange warmth and dryness from not being aroused. The mare had just enough moistness to allow him to slide in and out slowly, and he did just that. Bakmah realized after a few pumps into the mare that he was not going to last very long due to all of this.

Still, Bakmah kept his pace up, loving every inch of his sleeping lover’s marehood that stroked his member. The dragon was surprised that his ministrations had yet to even stir the mare. She still laid there asleep as when he had just woke up.

Bakmah bared his teeth as he felt pressure building in his loins, having to keep himself from slamming into the mare as he released his seed into the snoring mare. It was just after his second spurt that he felt the mare begin moving underneath his claws.

Bakmah tensed as a sense of panic filling him, like being caught with his claw in a cookie jar. It only faded when the mare laid still and didn’t move anymore. Bakmah sighed in relief, his cum now only coming out in a trickle.

“Bakksy...did you just rutt me while I was sleeping?”

"No?"

“Are you really going to tell me that when I just felt you cum inside me?”

"Yes?"

“If you keep lying to me, Bakmah, I will make it to where you can’t get off for a month and you can bet your tight little ass I will take full advantage of that.”

"I couldn't help it." admitted Bakmah.

“Why not?”

"Would you be able to help it if you woke up with a hard on inside your lover?" Asked Bakmah with a small grin.

“I guess not.” Daemon flicked one of her ears, but still didn’t move otherwise. “Did you enjoy it?”

"Of course." He nuzzled her. "Why shouldn't I?"

“Because I was not as wet as I usually am. I didn’t know if it was more enjoyable for you than usual.”

"I would have loved it better if you were awake, but oh well."

“Oh well?” Daemon pulled off of the drake before her horn lit up. Bakmah felt himself being pushed on his back by her magic. Before he could even ask what she was doing, he felt Daemon’s marehood press against his lips. “Your cum has made me a bit horny. I know there won’t be any problems taking care of your mare now that you have been satisfied, I am correct?”

Bakmah snaked out his tongue and gave her slit a lick, humming in response. “Good.” Daemon moved to a more comfortable position that gave Bakmah more room to work. “Now go on. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting.” Bakmah hummed as he grabbed her flanks in his claws on the mares flank as he inserted his tongue into her slit, enjoying the mix of their fluids...

"Hey Daemon, I kinda want apologize because I accidently broke...the...lab...door..." The couple turned to find a blushing Lilian in the doorway.

“Lilian! You left Snuffy before she woke!” The dragoness hybrid bound up next to the embarrassed drake, nuzzling against his side. “Why are you in Dae...” Snuffy froze just like Lilian when her eyes discovered Daemon and Bakmah. The purple unicorn just chuckled and smacked the dragon under her on the side of his face with her tail.

“I don’t believe you’ve made me cum yet...” Bakmah tore his eyes away and looked back up at Daemon before remembering his task beforehand. Hesitantly, the drake went back to inserting his tongue into the mare, moaning as he rubbed his claws on her flank.

Lilian became aware of Snuffy’s body pressing slightly against his, though her eyes never left Daemon and Bakmah. “Snuffy has read of mating acts like this, but never has she experienced it. Is it an enjoyable way to mate?”

"I-I'm not sure. I never tried it." said Lilian, his eyes never leaving his brother.

“They look like they like doing it. Snuffy wouldn’t...she wouldn’t mind trying this way out if her mate wanted to as well.”

"Well, um, should we do it here or should we head back to our room?" Both of them were suddenly pulled fully into the room before the door shut behind them.

“That fixes that problem.” said Daemon, just before moaning.

"Well, um..." Lilian shifted. "H-How do you want to do this?"

“Why not just follow our lead?” Daemon sat up, grinding her marehood hard against Bakmah’s mouth. “You two are so innocent, it’s cute.”

"No, we're not." mumbled Lilian as he looked around the room. "So what, you guys get a comfy bed and we get the floor?"

“I don’t mind if you want to share the bed. It’ll be a little tight but isn’t that for the best?”

"Well..." Lilian looked near the end of the bed, there barely being enough room for the two of them to fit. He gave a sigh before making his way over to it, Snuffy not far behind. "It's something, at least." he mumbled as he laid down.

“No no no. Don’t lay at the end of the bed like some dog.” Daemon watched as Snuffy was hesitant to even come too near the bed. “There is more room next to us than there is down.” Daemon’s tail swished across Bakmah’s face. “You’re not paying attention, Bakksy. You need to focus on your task then paying more attention to what’s happening with your brother and Snuffy. I could do a better job of getting myself off right now.” Daemon poked the dragon in the belly. “And after that stunt you pulled earlier, you’re lucky I am even letting you do this.”

"You loved it and you know it." said Bakmah as he pulled away for a second before diving back in, shoving his entire tongue in her without a moments thought. He purred as he rolled his tongue around inside her, exploring her depths.

Lilian mumbled as he crawled around so that he laid down next to his brother. He lifted himself up so that he could see Snuffy. "You coming over?" He said over the moans of Daemon.

“Snuffy...” The hybrid eyed Daemon. “She...feels strange of the situation. Do...do pairings usually mate in groups like this?”

"Yes. They are sometimes called an orgy." said Lilian, shifting slightly. Snuffy nodded and slowly crawled on top of Lilian. She examined Daemon a moment before turning around on Lilian, laying her tail by his head and sitting lightly on his chest.

“Is Snuffy right so far?”

“Yup.” Daemon said with a hum, moving her hips along with Bakmah’s ministrations. “Now, you would suck on his penis while he licked you. Like this.” Daemon leaned down, wrapping her lips around Bakmah’s cock. She took half of his length into her mouth before pulling back up and leaning back against Bakmah’s mouth. “That is how this would usually go, but Bakksy is in trouble.”

Lilian blinked as he turned to his brother. "The hell did you do to not get suck off?"

“He decided to have some fun with me while I was still asleep.” Daemon answered for the dragon, since it was rude to talk with your mouth full.

Lilian blinked. "You are a desperate bastard." said the drake with a shake of his head. He laid back down and placed his claws on either side of Snuffy's flanks, getting a gasp from her. "You ready?"

“Y-yes.” She didn’t look nervous but her voice was a bit shaky. She laid across him and lifted her tail, her sex moist with arousal. She softly placed a claw on Lilian’s member, staring at its tip. “Does Snuffy start first or do we start at the same time?”

“Let him start. I doubt he wants you to have his cock in your mouth before you get used to it and bite down. That being said, make sure you watch your teeth. Oh! And that potion shouldn’t have worn off yet, Lili, so warn her before you cum or you’ll choke her.” Daemon purred. “Just a bit more, Bakksy.” Bakmah hummed as he began to massage her flanks.

"Alright." muttered Lilian as he snaked out his tongue, giving the sex in front of him a gentle lick. Snuffy gave out another gasp, visibly tensing as the tip of her tail thumped dangerously close beside Lilian’s head.

“That is...a new feeling for Snuffy.” The hybrid purred. The white drake chuckled as he started to massage her flanks. He brought her closer down to his muzzle, giving her slit another lick as he occasionally dipped inside. Sanufia moaned, her head leaning down until her nose bumped his member.

She remember this was a give and take position, taking the white dragon’s shaft into her mouth. She began to bob up and down with it, her rougher than normal tongue, thanks to her tiger side, brushing up against it occasionally.

Lilian moaned into her sex, his claws instinctively clenching against her flanks. He ran his tongue around her clit as he relaxed, feeling her claws dig into his thighs a bit before going back to his normal ministrations. He was glad it wasn’t her teeth, which was a big possibility in this.

Daemon suddenly let out a loud moan, grinding her marehood against Bakmah as she came. Lilian felt Snuffy flinch a bit when Daemon reached out and touch one of her wings. The unicorn pretty much sat on Bakmah’s face as she caught her breath.

"Is that better?" Asked Bakmah as he lifted her off his face and placed her on his chest.

“It’s a start.” Daemon giggled as she watched Snuffy suck Lilian off.

"Oh come on. I know for a fact that you enjoyed both acts." said the drake with a pout, turning to watch his brother mimic what he just got done doing, the white drake purring as he massaged the dragoness hybrid.

“How could I enjoy something I was asleep for? All I got out of that was feeling your cum in me and that just made me horny.” Daemon looked back at Bakmah with a grin, getting the drake’s attention before pointing at Lilian’s exposed ass with a wink.

Daemon got off of Bakmah, moving to put her muzzle next to Lilian’s before licking at Snuffy’s sex with him. This got more moans from Snuffy but it more importantly blocked Lilian’s view of anything else.

Bakmah shook his head as he got up onto his knees. He crawled around behind Lilian, straddling his tail as he lined himself up with Lilian's used ass. The drake took a deep breath before pushing forwards and inside the older drake.

Lilian gave a surprise scream as he bucked his hips upward in shock. This was nearly a grave mistake, as Lilian could feel the tip of Snuffy’s teeth start to dig into his member. He was glad that the hybrid had quick reflexes. Snuffy opened her mouth wide, taking in his entire length into her mouth and keeping it there.

"Well, that was an unexpected result." said Bakmah as he started to pump into the white drake. "Oh well, as long as there was no severe results." Snuffy looked up with a weird glint in her eyes. She lifted a claw and put it on Bakmah’s waist, stopping him before pulling off Lilian’s member with a growl.

“What are you doing with Snuffy’s mate?” The hybrid said sharply as her claws began to dig into Bakmah as she pushed on him.

"I-I w-was having sex....with...him....Daemon, her claws are very close to my dick." said Bakmah with a gulp.

“Neither Snuffy nor Lilian gave you permission.” Daemon just giggled as Snuffy glared at Bakmah. “You do not touch either without permission.” Snuffy’s claws scraped lower against his scales as he snarled at him.

"I am not allowed to touch my own brother who I have not seen for many millennia?" Asked the drake, quickly casting protective spells over his valuables.

“Not like this. Snuffy does not like you trying to mate with her own without permission!” Daemon just looked over to Lilian with a grin.

“You enjoying this as much as me?”

"Depends if you are enjoying my brother about to get neutered or him almost balls deep in me." said Lilian as he kept his eyes on the scene before him.

“A combination of both. But does Bakmah have permission to be balls deep in you, Lili?”

Lilian bit his lip as he looked over at his brother, the younger drake nearly sweating as he mentally said his last words to his junk. "I-I did not like getting entered without my consent." said the white drake with a gulp.

"I hate you." mouthed Bakmah, with tears in his eyes. Snuffy let out small roar as she swiped with her claws, but only caught air as Bakmah was quickly jerked back and thrown to the floor by Daemon’s magic. Snuffy just stared at the dragon on the floor before moving to run her tongue over her mate’s violated hole tenderly, as if it was a wound.

Bakmah let out a shaky breath as he bent himself over, hugging his lower half as if it was about be taken from him. "Never again." muttered the drake as he slowly rocked himself.

Daemon jumped off the bed and trotted over to sit next to Bakmah. “This is a good lesson for you. While I am very much open to sexual things, other might not be as accepting if you just help yourself.” Bakmah just huffed, hugging his lower half tighter. Daemon laughed as she poked at Bakmah. “You can’t just go sticking that thing where you please. I might not be there next time things get so...dicey.”

Bakmah gave a low growl as he scooted away from the mare. “Oh come on, Bakksy. No need to act so pouty.” Daemon turned her rear to him and raised her tail. “If you’re that grouchy about it, you could always take my ass instead.”

The drake looked up at her with a blank look before lifting his claw and snapping, disappearing from the room. Daemon sighed. “It’s like taking care of a little foaling.” Daemon walked over and propped her front on the bed. “Am I allowed to take Lili’s ass, Snuffy?”

“If Snuffy’s mate doesn’t mind, neither does she.” Snuffy gave a lick around the base of Lilian’s member.

"No, you may not." said Lilian, peeking from around Snuffy's flank. "Knowing him, he is not pissed because he did not get any."

“I know why he is mad. I also know that I will only make him more angry if I pursue him right now. He needs to calm down a bit and think about what has happened and what I have said.” Daemon reached over and rubbed Snuffy’s nose, getting a soft purr in return.

"As long as he doesn't do anything stupid in the mean time. I've seen him when he gets into pissy fits. I remember seeing the bills we had to pay to fix damages and the occasional hospital trip for some poor soul that got in the way." Lilian shook his head. "Sweet at heart but holds too much of his negative emotions in for his health. Ironic considering what he is a god of."

“I have no fears about my things. He knows I would not be the least bit happy with him if he destroyed any of my things. And I hope he would know that any punishments I would give him in that case would be serious ones and not anything sexual.”

"We can only hope." said Lilian with a sigh, letting his head fall back. "So....what exactly should we do while we wait?"

“Whatever you two want. The day is free for the both of you so take advantage of it.” Daemon conjured a small bag of bits, setting it on Lilian just under his shaft. “Here are some bits for you Snuffy.” Daemon said with a soft smile.

"What are you going to do then?" Asked Lilian, massaging Snuffy's flanks.

“Well, if you two are going to continue, I hope you wouldn’t mind me atleast watching. But if you would rather be alone, I would probably go to Ponyville for a bit before going to Bakksy.”

"I would appreciate if we were left alone for this."

“Then I will see you two later, or not.” said Daemon before disappearing.

Bakmah took a deep breath as he slowly opened his eyes. Down below him laid the remains of his lab. Beakers, test tubes, scrolls, and shards of his wooden furniture. He looked up in time to see the wisp of black flame disappear from his head.

The drake sighed as he slid down the side of his head, turning to the side a bit as he tried to avoid the scar that ran across the face. Once he touched ground, he stepped back to examine his body in full.

Scars from years gone by, including a darkened one in his chest, were scattered along his body. His scales were nearly black from years of never having been properly cleaned or taken care of, even his claws looked dull and would have trouble cutting through anything.

That was only what he could see. There was still organs that might fail, the dark orb was probably out of date by a millennia or two, and his lungs probably were full of dust. He shuddered at the thought of how much food the stomach needed at the moment.

"You don't seem to take care of it too much." said a voice from seemingly nowhere.

"I still beat you in it, didn't I?" Said Bakmah, turning around to find a transparent red drake with green spines, his eyes blood red. "And didn't I tell you not to enter my sub consciences?"

Wraythe chuckled. "I'm the oldest and you are my younger brother. Greed and death will not change that." The drake walked up next to him and looked over the body. "I sensed you are pissed at your current mate." He casted his gaze to the wreckage. "And I can see it, as well."

"It's nothing." muttered Bakmah as he charged up his magic, focusing it on the scar right below his left eye.

"Baks, you we all know what you look like when it is 'something', and this has something written on it as well as the walls." Bakmah turned to find that he managed to destroy his extra body in his rage. The younger drake sighed as he sat down, still keeping his magic going.

"It's just..." He sighed. "She seemed like she was playing with me. I know she does it once and awhile, but this time she knew the exact results and my dick was on the line. She acted like it was nothing and I shouldn't be phased by it. I mean, I am putting my literal physical and mental well being on the line for her, for us, and this is what I get. So, I got extremely horny,tell me it doesn't happen to all of us." The drake fell back against the floor, staring at the scar as it slowly disappeared and put brand new scales in its place.

"And is this the proper way one should act?" Asked Wraythe. "I watched you and you acted a lot like a little dragon hatchling who didn't get his candy. I should know because I had to deal with five of those faces." said the elder dragon with a smirk.

"I wasn’t thinking." admitted Bakmah, sighing. "Either I think and over analyze something and get in trouble or I don't think and get myself in trouble anyways." He grabbed onto his legs. "I've done it countless times in this relationship and had to pay the consequences."

"Then learn from that." The red drake stood up. "Learn how to think without over analyzing the situation, learn to act appropriately without thinking. Learn when it is right to teleport off and destroy your shit." Bakmah blushed. "You may be four thousand, but you are still a young dragon in our race, in this life. You still have much to learn.

Bakmah looked up at the dead brother with a weak smile. "It's almost hard to believe that the dragon who the last time we met we were trying to kill each other is now giving me advice."

"I'm the older brother. It's my job." Wraythe attempted to pat the younger drake on the back, succeeding in passing straight through him. "Well, that's odd." The drake shook his head. "I need to head out. It's hard enough to talk to you as it is."

"Just don't be a stranger." said Bakmah as the elder dragon faded away. Bakmah gave a weary sigh as he stared up at the ceiling. It was due to this, though, that he did not see the two hooves emerge from the earth under him before tightly wrapping themselves around one of his legs.

"What the hell?!" Bakmah jumped, staring at the hooves for a second. "Coming through the ground is not fair. I can't put wards on dirt." Daemon popped her head out of the ground, shaking loose dirt from her mane as she laughed.

“It is a strength of mine that has been the downfall of many strong foes. They protected themselves from attacks from all sides and even above. Not once did they think I would rise from the earth below their feet.”

"Well, at least I know to get metal flooring then." said Bakmah, sticking his tongue out at her. He sighed as he looked up at his body, finding the scar he was working on gone. He transferred his magic over to his chest next.

“Metal is also born from the earth, Bakksy. The only difference is that you could place wards on it.” Daemon began pulling herself from the ground. “Did you have a nice chat?”

"Only you would know of every conversation I have." said the drake with a roll of his eyes. "And I did."

“That’s good.” Daemon brushed off her tail before looking up at him. “And only you think I would be fool enough not to know of everything that happens in my dwelling.” Daemon grabbed his claw and placed it on the spot she came up at. “I could feel you talking through the vibrations in the ground.”

"Goes to show how unpracticed I am with the elements I control." said Bakmah, laying back on the ground. "I can't do nothing outside of bend the elements I inherited."

“Sometimes, that is all that is needed of them.” Daemon closed her eyes, the feel of thick magic thrumming through the air before she plunged her hoof into the ground. Immediately, grass and bright flowers sprung up around her hoof, giving a bit of colour and life to the dull dirt flooring. “If you do more than just that, you can find yourself relying solely one one element where other can only prevail.” She twisted her hoof, causing the greenery to brown and wilt. “As far as the planet is concerned, I can give it life or bring death to it. I can make beautiful forests, lush with fruit. Or I could make desolate wastelands where nothing can survive. That being said, I cannot control the wind or rain, nor can I the sun, all of which brings longevity to the life I can give. I need those because constantly giving the plants magical life wears the overall life of the planet and would burn it out before long. Do you understand what I am trying to say?”

"Not...really." said Bakmah, trying to digest what was dumped on him.

“You need multiple aspects to bring success, because relying on one blunt way will only get you so far, Bakksy.”

"Doesn't mean I asked for five elements to be dumped on me." said the drake with a shake of his head. "I was content with just God of Health, having beings coming to me for help during sickness. I didn't ask to be able to command the fire, water, air, earth, or even the god damned heavens above us." He put his head in his claws. "I can't do seven things at once."

“Who is asking you to?” Daemon raised a brow at the drake.

"What else am I to do? I can't just go dump an element on someone and tell them to control the waters, or tell them to bend the air, keep the fire, move the earth, watch the heavens? I doubt there is hardly anyone alive that can take the mantle of these things, except Lilian but he gave it up for a reason."

“Then you are hardly searching. I know and have known a great many who would be worthy of such things. I have found them and did not even search for them, yet...” Daemon frowned.

“Bakmah, I am confused of you and your kin and how they are Gods. Take me for example. You say one of your brothers was the God of earth, yet I am the earth given form. I do not have a god to answer to, nor do Celestia and Luna. How can there be a God of the earth if the earth herself knows of no god over her?”

"Elements, Daemon." said Bakmah simply. "They controlled the elements. And father controlled the heavens, the life past ours. He watched over it. Me and Thera were something different. I could heal almost any wound and cure every disease. Thera could come up with the solution to any problem in seconds. We represented Health and Knowledge." The drake shook his head. "God was a term we called ourselves because we knew of no one higher. None of us knew earth had a given form, so we thought we were higher beings. At least, everyone else did."

“And they treated you like gods so you took on the mantle.” Daemon nodded before a sort of melancholy look was seen in her eyes. “Bakksy...Are you afraid of me? Afraid of what I am?”

"There are moments." admitted Bakmah, staring at the ceiling. "Moments where the power I feel overwhelms a dragon who grew up believing he was the son of the most powerful being alive only to find out the most powerful was 'born' long before he was created."

“Galleon was never afraid of me. It didn’t matter how angry I got or what I did, he still laughed at me, calling me petty when he thought I was being so. It is what I admired about him the most. It’s also what pissed me off about him the most.” Daemon sighed. “We would butt heads all the time and laugh about it afterwards. He would never give ground on things he believed was right. It was also what got him killed. He was very good with a blade but he was only mortal and time is unforgiving to mortals.”

"I always liked to see time as being fair to them. It is us who are forced to live until we are killed or what we represent dies off. We have no choice but watch those around us grow, live, die." The drake sighed. "Even if I never killed her, I would have still watched her die. More slowly, though."

Daemon shivered. “Be glad you didn’t watch her go that way. I was greatly saddened by Galleon’s death, but it was Starsoul’s that almost tore me apart. Knowing that there was nothing you could do as you sat back and watched that flame of life inside her slowly growing weaker and weaker until it went out...”

"Hey now." said Bakmah as he sat up. "I can promise you that you won't experience that with me and our child. I won't leave unless it is with a hole in my chest....a different hole and not the one where my heart is."

Daemon smiled. “I will hold you to that, Bakmah. And I hope we do find a solution to this problem of mine. I would enjoy having a child with you.”

"As long as there aren't anymore attempts on my baby maker." said the drake with a chuckle. "Overreacted a bit too much, but I have a tendency to act without thought."

“I will not promise you anything except that I will not have you harmed like that, even if it was I who put you in those situations. I knew exactly how Snuffy would react, but I was hoping you would know how to take care of the problem or maybe even avoid the problem to begin with. A simple apology and pulling out of Lilian would have been enough to calm her down. You did neither. Instead, you tried to show dominance over her and her new mate, even if you didn’t mean to.”

"And I nearly got my dick taken off because I didn't think. Yes yes, it's a speech I heard too many fucking times to count, and not just from you." said the drake with a sigh.

“There is more to it than just that blunt lesson though. I do think spending so much time around me and my...ways has had a negative impact. Earlier has proved this.”

"It wouldn't have mattered if I spent all my time with you or hardly even seen you once, it still would have happened. Similar almost happened, it was just an over possessive dragoness and not a hybrid sleeping with my brother."

“I still think being around me has made you too...loose with sexual activities. You didn’t even think twice before trying to have sex with another that is in a separate relationship.”

"Then what do you plan on doing?" Asked Bakmah with a sigh.

“I am not sure. I have never encountered a problem like this before. That, and I thought you would have been able to solve the situation you had gotten into...”

"Well, I didn't. I was insanely horny then and still am now, even after I got off." said the drake as he flopped to the ground.

“I gave you a chance to fix that problem and you ran off.”

"And I told you that I already got off and it didn't matter. Usually, I don't need to cum twice."

“But it’s still nice when you can, right?”

"I meant I shouldn't be horny after one and will welcome extras." deadpanned the drake. "I was just more annoyed than usual today."

“I suppose I am to blame for that. I am sorry.” Daemon laid down, curling up and yawning. “Strange...”

"What?"

“I am tired...”

"That shouldn't be happening." said Bakmah as he got up. "And what do you mean it was your fault?"

“My fault you got annoyed. I was being a bit harsher earlier than usual.”

"I guess I'm not too mad at that." He shifted. "Though, unless you had something to do with me being ten times hornier than normal, then we might have a problem."

“I don’t have anything to do with your hornyness. That is all on you.” Daemon laid her head on her hooves. “I am unusually tired and you unusually horny...I wonder what it means...”

"It means we are either going insane or something else obscene." said the drake with a sigh.

“You say that as if I were sane to begin with.” Daemon chuckled as she watched Bakmah. “So...what are you doing? Just repairs?”

"Repairs, and connecting it back to the five elements once I finish all that." He sighed. "Like I said the last time, that will take a month, at least."

“So interesting.” Daemon smiled as she kept her gaze on the dragon. “Do you also alway keep your lab in such a state?”

"Only on Tuesdays." said the drake as he looked around the wreckage. "I need to get this cleaned soon..."

“That would be recommended. I lost one of my projects in the backroom from leaving the door unlocked and it enjoys environments like this.”

"And why didn't you lock the door, then?"

“You really wanted your brother locked in there?”

"Unless you have immortals stashed away, all we have to do is check the next day if I need to heal him."

“I am not sure. I doubt any of them are immortal. I just assumed your brother wouldn’t have appreciated being locked in somewhere he isn’t familiar with.”

"Meh, he is a big boy." said Bakmah with a shrug.

“Well then. I think I will take a little nap right here as you work. No trying to rutt me while I am not awake this time.”

"I won't." The drake kissed her forehead. "I'll see you when you wake up."

“Indeed. Wake me if I am still asleep...”

"Still asleep when?"

“When you finish what you plan on doing in here today.”

"Preferred method of waking up?" Asked Bakmah with a smirk.

“Anything that doesn’t involve a cock in any of my holes.” Daemon chuckled.

"Kill joy." pouted the drake. Daemon just shrugged as she kept watching him.

“You saw how well that worked out for you earlier.”

"Not my fault you can sleep through sex."

“What I can and can’t do is not in question though. Shouldn’t you be paying attention to your work?”

"Not really." Bakmah moved to a torn wing. "There is no consequence if I keep going after the wound is healed."

“Other than wasted time and energy. That can mean all the difference in some situations.”

The drake stuck his tongue out. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

“I am, but you keep speaking with me.”

"And you keep answering." Bakmah moved to another part of the wing. Daemon said no more but Bakmah could still feel her eyes on him. "If you sleep with your eyes open, I swear I will start making sure you have a sleep mask on." The only noise he got from the mare was a soft giggle. It was obvious she was going to watch him until she actually fell asleep.

The drake shook his head as he focused on the task ahead of him. He made sure he fixed each scratch, cut, and scar on both wings before he went and worked on the rest of the body. It was three hours later by the time he finished on the other side of the body.

"Lets hope she got some sleep." muttered the drake as he made his way around to where Daemon had been. The unicorn was laying there, head on her hooves as her sides slowly rose and fell. Her eyes were closed and by all appearances, she was asleep.

The drake crouched next to her, smiling softly as he shook her lightly. "Come on now, I've finished what I needed to do." All he got from her was a slight growl and her curling up tighter. "You must be really tired." He shook her a bit harder. "Come on now."

Daemon opened one eye and stared at him for a moment. “I am sleeping...” Her voice was a bit muffled from her muzzle being under her hooves. “Leave me alone. I was having a good dream.” The drake sighed as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Come on, let's get you to a proper bed." said the drake. He snapped, the door reappearing on the wall and all the wreckage from earlier disappearing. He made note to prepare for a pissed Celestia knocking on his door after she senses multiple objects being destroyed by her sun.

“You don’t leave me alone and I’ll make you into a proper bed.”

"Oh hush, we are right across the hall from our room." said the drake with a roll of his eyes. Daemon just closed her eye again and went limp.

“You’re mean.”

"Not all the time." said Bakmah with a chuckle. "I promise to let you sleep as long as you want, as long as you are awake in the morning." The drake pushed open the door out into the hall and made sure to close it behind him as he went into the room opposite of his lab.

“And what exactly do you think you’ll do if I plan on sleeping through the morning?”

"Then I shall carry you out of the room and get you to do something."

“Assuming I would wake up.”

"Oh, I'll find way...." Bakmah grinned as he set her on the bed. Daemon quickly grabbed the blanket and rolled up in it, leaving none for him.

“If you try and rutt me again while I am sleeping, I will take away your genitalia completely.”

"And here I thought you wanted foals." The drake made his way over to the door. "Besides, I'm not waking up balls deep in you, so the chances are very slim."

“I didn’t say it would be permanent, but it would be a long time before you could get yourself off again. I didn’t really like what you did, you know?”

"I know, I know. I got the hint when I had no way to get off." said the drake with a roll of his eyes. "Like I said, unless I wake up balls deep, it won't happen again."

“Good...now I am not tired...” The dragon blinked.

"But you just said you were!"

“And now I am not. You kept me up too long.”

"I...." The drake face clawed. "Alright. What now?"

“I don’t know. I didn’t plan anything special to do today.” Daemon squirmed under the covers. “ I am not sure...I don’t think I am hungry either.”

"We could always sit here and watch the paint dry." Said the drake sarcastically.

“I did that one year...now the world has Mandragoras...”

"The things you do when you are bored." said the drake with a shake of his head. "I have nothing to do except wait for Celestia to yell at me for using her sun as a garbage disposal."

“She will not come here. Not anymore. You will be waiting for a very long time.” Daemon began extracting herself from the covers. “We could...hmm. I can’t really think of anything to do.”

"You and me both." said the drake as he sat down. "And I'm still probably in trouble so that leaves town."

“We could go terrorize the village ponies again. It might be amusing.” Daemon picked the covers up and threw them at Bakmah.

"Celestia's statue or a table in the middle of the café?" Asked Bakmah with a laugh as he swatted away the sheets.

“I am not hor...” Daemon frowned. “I am not horny...”

"Why the hell am I the only horny one now?!" Shouted the drake in frustration, falling back onto the floor. "I did not fix your lust only to get it soon after." He felt Daemon jump down off the bed, laying on his tail with her head settling between his legs. Her warm, wet tongue ran across his sheath, trying to coax his member out.

“I do not have to be horny to satisfy you. I just would have to be to make a public display of it.” The drake moaned as his member began to unsheath.

"You do good enough job without making a display." His claws slowly ran through her mane. Daemon just smiled up at him, taking what she could of his cock into her mouth as it began to poke out.

Bakmah moaned, his claws pushing her head closer to his crotch as he began to slightly hump her face before he was even at full mast. He felt pure bliss as he felt her mouth encompass his growing member, her tongue playing along the underside of his shaft.

Bakmah saw Daemon’s horn glow before he felt her magic grip his balls. Before he had a chance to say anything, he felt a pleasing vibration spread through his junk(Dynamic Duo) that was complimenting his blow job perfectly.

Bakmah purred as he massaged the mare’s head. "Oh, I am loving this." purred the drake, laying back his head. Daemon moved Bakmah’s member to her cheek.

“I am glad you do.” She said past his colossal cock before going back to sucking him off. The drake only hummed as he felt the pressure rise in his loins. Bakmah groaned and the unicorn could feel his member twitch in her mouth. Just before he came, Daemon pulled her mouth off his cock and began stroking it with her hooves.

Her aim was true as the dragon released his seed, it flying in the air and landing right on the middle of his chest. “Bullseye!” The dragon groaned as he came, barely paying attention to the cum that was landing on his chest.

He looked down as he came back from his high, staring at the mass of white on his chest. "Seriously?"

“I was about to aim for your face so don’t get mouthy. I had to get some enjoyment out of that.”

"So you don't enjoy sucking off your lover?"

“I enjoy pleasing my lover, but I also enjoy teasing him as well. You make it so easy.” Daemon grinned, giving his member a little shake.

"Not fair that it is impossible to tease you." said the drake with a pout. He sighed as he snapped, making the cum disappear. "It's still there, just not as bad. So I guess it's better." Daemon moved up his body, giving his chest a couple licks.

“Better?”

"Well, it doesn't feel like I'm a mare in mid-heat as much." The drake stuck out his tongue as he pulled her closer to him.

“And how would you know what that feels like to begin with?” She poked his nose with her hoof.

"I was a dragoness more than once, well, a female in general."

“So you have not experienced heat as a mare.” Daemon grinned triumphantly. “Maybe I should make you?”

"Once a month as a dragoness was bad enough, please." groaned the drake.

“Then don’t make comments you don’t have full information about. It leads to askewed outlooks on things.”

"The point is I don't feel like I'm in heat as much anymore." said the drake with a huff.

“See. So easy.” Daemon laughed and squirmed out of his arms. “Do you still want to go on a walk around town?”

"I guess. I have it under control for now." said the drake as he stood. "Still don't know why the hell I'm in heat while in a male body, though."

“Yes. That does seem like just the strangest predicament, doesn’t it?” Daemon looked back at Bakmah with a slight smirk. “I wonder what could have done something like that.”

"You did this, didn't you?"

“I’ll tell you this. I don’t understand why you feel like you are in heat.”

"And yet you act like you know."

“Yes, I act like I do.”

"Not helping." said the drake with a glare. Daemon waved her tail back and forth.

“Bakksy, try to really think this through. I am not horny as much anymore and you are. What changes have been made that could have affected this?”

"I..." The drake frowned. "The only changes I remember is the memory of your 'birth' and your lust."

“Mhmm. You changed my lust and yours changed. You fix one of my memories...” Daemon let her voice trail off as she raised a brow.

"So I pretty much made you not horny by making me horny? Oh, that's just fucking perfect." The drake teleported onto the bed and flopped on top of it.

“That is a small part. I am actually worried more about what will happen to your memories if you fix mine, if anything will happen at all.”

"If I loose memories or they change, then I will just have to store the more improtant ones away. My childhood, the battle with my brothers, Amara and Elthin..." He smiled softly. "You. I will just have to store those away and just look at them when I need a reminder."

Daemon huffed. “That is not the point. I was wanting to know if there is any change in your memories that you can tell of right now.”

"I...I don't know." The drake frowned. "Everything is a bit hazy."

“Everything? What do you mean everything? There are some parts of my memories that are...not there, but nothing is hazy and most certainly not everything.”

"I mean, I can remember bits and pieces, but they are fuzzy and hard to understand. I can barely tell if this memory is from when I got my heart ripped out or that one time I...uh...may or may not have had sex with my sister. I know things happen, but barely."

“Then that throws out my theory entirely. What the hell is wrong with you, Bakksy?”

"I...." The drake curled up in a ball. "I don't know." He said softly.

Daemon climbed up on the bed and snuggled the dragon. “It’s alright. I am here for you, Bakksy. I also blame Lili for this.”

"Wh-Why him?" Asked the drake in a whisper, barely moving.

“Because I need someone to blame and he seems like good fodder. Don’t worry. I won’t really hurt him or anything...Do you think you might be getting sick?”

"I...I don't know. With so few of us, it is almost unheard for us to get sick and what getting sick means. The only one who probably knows is Dad...."

“Maybe a visit is in order then? I could go along with you if that would make you feel better.”

"I...I'm just scared that this is fatal." whispered the drake.

“Why would you think something like that?”

"Because we don't get sick!" Snapped the drake. His eyes widened as he realized what he had done, muttering apologies as he curled back into his ball.

“I get sick...” Daemon frowned as she watched the dragon. “It rarely happens, but I do get sick sometimes and come right out of it.”

"But you haven't represented health since you were born." said the drake softly. “I have been in perfect health all my life until now."

“Bakmah...You are acting like you are pregnant...”

"I can't get pregnant." muttered the drake. "You are infertile and you are the only male I have ever slept with."

“There was a definite mixing of fluids with your brother. Yes...pregnancy explains quite a few of your symptoms...”

"You're saying that I, a male, somehow got pregnant from my brother, another male, while we never had direct sex?"

“Well, he did cum in me and then you decided to rutt me afterwards. Both of your fluids were mixed together in the Mistress of Creation, after all. Could have been some latent magical effect or something.”

"But he rutted you in pony form, and I in dragon...." He trailed off. "They didn't need to be in the same hole, did they?"

"You still rutted me after he did in this body. His semen didn’t exactly have anywhere to go while this body was put away...”

The drake took a few deep breaths before stretching out. "We might as well talk to Dad. If he says I'm not sick and he doesn't know what is wrong....then I'll take a pregnancy test."

“Yes...I do think I will tag along. I wanna see his face when you try to tell him you may be pregnant.”

"You find this very amusing, don't you?" He asked, staring at Daemon.

“To a point.”

Bakmah shook his head as he reached out and touched her forehead. "Well, let's see how he will react."

Bakmah opened his eyes, finding himself in the starry expanse once again. He looked off into the distance to see his father aligning stars once again. "He's down there."

A voice that was very much not Daemon’s, but still familiar, sounded out from next to Bakmah. “What has happened?”

Bakmah jumped as he turned around, finding the beast from before next to him. "You? How in the world did you get here and not Daemon?"

The beast just turned her head to stare at the drake. “You.” Her face was still as expressionless as before as well as her voice. “How am I here?”

"I...I don't know. I tried to bring both me and Daemon to the spirit realm. However...." His voice trailed off.

“I am in Daemon’s spirit. You brought me here instead of her. I was busy.”

"I understand that, I didn't mean to pull you in here. Like I said, I tried to bring her and accidently got you." He sighed. "There goes my comfort. I can't even cast spells correctly." muttered the drake as he started to make his way towards the ancient dragon god. The beast got to her feet and began following Bakmah.

“Where is here? I am confused. I have not been outside of Daemon.”

"This is the spirit realm. The realm between life and death. This is where my kind go after we die, to watch over the living and the dead."

“This seems much emptier than Daemon’s soul. Are you sure this is where the living and dead are?”

"No. The living and dead do not reside here, only Dragon Gods who have died. The dead reside in the Heavens while the living reside on the planet and earth. As for why it is so empty, my father loves to keep his section as huge as can be to give him room to move and to adjust the sky as he sees fit."

The beast stopped dead in her tracks. “What...is a father?”

Bakmah froze. He slowly turned to face her. "You and Daemon don't have parents...." The drake took a deep breath. "All beings, except most celestial alicorns it seems, are born from a mother and father. A mother is a female who carries the child until he or she is born. In some cases, she lays the egg that the child would be hatched from.

"A father....he helps get the mother pregnant. He is meant to protect his family from all dangers and be a guiding light for his sons, and in some cases, his daughters." The beast just blinked at Bakmah.

“Would Daemon be my mother? I came from her, but there is no father.”

"If you want to look at it that way, then yes, she is." The drake turned back to his own father. "Come on, I want to hurry up and figure out what is wrong with me and hope it's not pregnancy." She just nodded and let Bakmah take the lead, following close behind him.

"Well, nice to see you, Bakmah. And you as well, nameless beast of Daemon." said Volcanic as the two approached him, the dragon not taking his eyes off his work. "What is it I can do for you?"

"I would like you to explain what is wrong with me." said Bakmah as he looked up at his father. "I feel like I'm in heat and I can barely remember anything. Daemon thinks I'm either sick or...."

"Or pregnant with your brothers child, yes, I was listening in." Volcanic stared at a star for a moment. "You aren't pregnant, that is for sure. I checked on your way in. However, you aren't sick either."

The drake sighed slightly. "Any idea what is wrong?"

The elder dragon paused for a moment. "Daemon wasn't far off the first time."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that diving in and out of her soul is doing something, just not as extreme as destroying or altering memories." He paused. "As you dig deeper and spend more time in her soul, you will start feeling more foreign feelings and have memories that are not yours. They are Daemon's feelings and memories, explaining why you feel the need to have sex like a mare in heat."

"So, we are forming a bond?"

"Not quite. The only thing you share is memories and feelings, but she can't feel your feelings or see your memories, only you can feel and see hers." He stuck his tongue out a bit as he slowly moved a sat into place. "She has not stepped into the sacred domain that is your soul, but you have definitely walked through hers."

"I...guess that helps." The drake shifted. "Thank you. I know I never said that enough when you were alive, but....thank you."

The old dragon chuckled as he turned to them. "You are welcome. None of us made good choices when we were alive, but we have had time here to think about what we have done. It took three hundred years before your brothers even talked to me." Volcanic shook his head and went back to his stars, muttering to himself as he did.

"I think it is time we head back." said Bakmah, walking away from his father.

“I have a name...” A hint of annoyance in the beast’s voice, the first time Bakmah heard it out of its dull monotone.

"He doesn't know everything. The chances are that he looked through my memories and found no name, thus why he called you nameless." said Bakmah as he continued on. The beast growled slightly before taking a step closer to Volcanic.

“I have a name!” She yelled before turning around and following after Bakmah, almost looking like she was sulking.

"And what is it?" Called back Volcanic, looking at them with a soft smile.

The beast said nothing as she quickened her pace to catch up with Bakmah. “I have a name...” She said in barely a whisper when she was next to him.

"I would like to know it." said Bakmah as he turned to her. "I bet it sounds better than the beast."

“It’s...” The beast stopped as she frowned. “It is hard to remember...It is a whisper...” She stared at the starry expanse around them. “Sta...Star...soul. Starsoul. My name is Starsoul.” Bakmah froze, coming to a complete halt. Even Volcanic stopped what he was doing and paid some attention to them.

"Yes. Yes, Daemon is your mother." said Bakmah quietly. The drake took a deep breath. "Well, Starsoul, this is where we part. I need to talk to Daemon about....some things and I believe you still need to work on the pathways."

“Yes. We are busy.” Starsoul seemed to regain her earlier composure, her voice even falling back into its dull tone. “I still have many ways to make.”

"Then I shall leave you to it."

Bakmah slowly opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling above him. His face remained expressionless as he thought over what had transpired between him and Starsoul. The only thing breaking him out of it was when the mare next to him jumped up making a loud gasp for air.

“The hell was that? You forced me out of my body and I couldn’t get back in!” Daemon breathed heavily. “I am lucky there was no damage to it from being deprived of oxygen that long.”

Bakmah sat there before sitting up. "I somehow brought the beast with me instead...." He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was glaring at her. "Why didn't you tell me that you bonded your daughter in your own soul?"

“I what?!” The shock was apparent on Daemon’s face before she returned his glare. “There is a fine line between teasing and just being a plain ass, Bakmah.” She set her jaw as she stood up, seeming to stare at him eye to eye even with she shorter stature.

"Then why the hell is her name Starsoul?!" Shouted the drake, standing up himself. "She even has a similar color pattern! She even told me that she came from you, but was not with you when we’re created. Explain to me what else she can be! Explain it to me!"

Daemon opened up her mouth, but no words came out. The mare growled snapped her mouth shut before turning away from Bakmah. “I can’t, but I never did that...I have no memory of ever doing that...”

"And did you have memory of killing that village before I fixed it?"

“That was different. That happened before the destruction of my original body...everything with Starsoul happened after that. I remember her being born, growing up and then growing...old. I remember holding her hoof on her death bed. She said she lived her life with no regrets and I..I said I didn’t want her to die...” Daemon shook her head. “I can’t remember...I have no memory for weeks after that...”

"That's because you choose not to remember." said the drake softly. "You don't know it, but you don't want to remember. And from what I saw, I understand why..."

Daemon slowly looked back at Bakmah. “Why?”

"You just watched your only child die of something she shouldn't be able to die from. No one is in their right state of mind for a while after that. I couldn't think or work properly for a month after....." He shook his head. "You didn't want her to die, and you tried to make sure she didn't."

Daemon sat down and placed a hoof on her chest. “And she is not. Not really.” A slight smile formed on Daemon’s lips. “How is my Starsoul doing?”

Bakmah looked away as he swallowed the lump in his throat. "She doesn't look like a pony, or any other creature. She has few emotions and doesn't seem to remember anything past getting in there." He took a deep breath. "Daemon, I hate to tell that you succeeded, but failed. She is alive, but....I doubt she is the same." said Bakmah softly.

“But she is alive...” Daemon nodded slowly. “Yes. I could find some way to make a good body for her. One that won’t fail. One that can’t grow old. Yes, I have developed my skill. I could do this.”

"And you would force someone who was content to live her final hours and die peacefully to live a life they were not meant to?" Asked Bakmah sternly. "I love you and I understand how painful it must be, but I doubt she would approve of any of this."

“She was a unicorn before, that is a good place to start. I won’t just be able to use regular materials. I have to find something better. Of higher quality. I could use an original alicorn body, but that would mean Celestia or Luna would have to give theirs up, one way or another...”

SLAP

Bakmah stared at her as he brought his arm back down. "She is dead, Daemon. Her soul lives, but she is dead. The Starsoul in there is not the Starsoul you knew. The Starsoul you knew would not like you doing this." He stepped back, putting half the room between them. "No matter what you do, you won't get her back. Her soul was not made to live longer than she did."

When Daemon turned to Bakmah, all he could see in her eyes and face was pure, unfiltered rage. The unicorn’s horn lit up with a violent crimson that arced off her horn. He did not know what spell she was preparing, but from the magic that was flowing around them, he could tell it wasn’t good for him or the mare herself.

But the spell never came, Daemon’s horn sputtering out just as quickly as it was lit. Bakmah could see every emotion just drain from the mare’s face before she went limp and flopped on the bed.

Bakmah cursed as he ran to the bed. He hesitated a bit before getting up on the bed with her. "Daemon? Damnit." The drake thought hard, trying to figure out what he should do. He ended up placing his head in his claws in frustration.

"Just had to bring her up didn't you?" muttered the drake as he flopped down next to her. "Now what do I do?"

“When she was little, Starsoul said wanted to grow up to be just like me. To be just like her mother. She held onto this dream, even when she grew into a fine mare. I could tell by then. I could see inside her. That flame of life growing older instead of just maturing. But I let her cling to that dream until I just couldn’t bear it anymore. She didn’t speak with me for two years...It seems so short of time to us but when you know they only have so long in this world...two years is just too long.”

"Elthin had similar dreams. Just like every child." said Bakmah softly. "Us parents let them live that dream for as long as we can. But sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, we parents destroy those dreams. You told your daughter the truth, I prevented my son from ever being able to live his dreams."

“Us parents are a curse upon our children...” Daemon took a deep breath. “She doesn’t even look like a pony?”

"Ponies usually don't have claws and scars running across their body." He sighed. "While we are a curse, we are also what our children are most grateful for, even after all the bumps in the road. He still hates me for what I had done, but Elthin will still sit and talk to me when we get the chance. Just the other night we talked about you."

“Yeah. I guess all we can do is give our children all the love we can.” Daemon let out a deep sigh and smiled. “We do that and hope that will be enough for them to forgive us and love us back.” Bakmah watched the mare smile for a moment before it started to change. Her lips curved downward and she narrowed her eyes before looking at Bakmah. Her face had no hint of amusement on it, him only reading as much seriousness as Daemon could muster.

“You rutted my daughter!”

Chapter Sixteen

Bakmah groaned as he sat up from his position on his body’s muzzle. Despite explaining that he had no clue he was having sex with her until he finished, or the fact that he had no clue she was her daughter until just then, he was kicked out of their room until further notice.

“It was about time you woke up.” Daemon was sitting several feet away from Bakmah. She still didn’t look too happy. “I will be gone for a bit today. I will leave in about an hour and be away for as long. I trust you will be fine on your own without making any...mistakes...”

“Acting like I’m a foal.” said Bakmah, sticking his tongue out. “But yes, I will be fine. I have...a few experiments to do.”

“I hope you will be fine. It seems that everytime I leave your side, you get yourself into some sort of trouble.” Daemon sighed. “Now come and eat breakfast with me please.”

“Breakfast? That is new. We hardly ever eat together.” The drake slid to the floor. “What are we having?”

“First, I hardly ever eat anyways. One thing about these bodies is that I don’t need to be on a constant eating schedule. But I just feel hungry right now.” There was a small tug at Daemon’s lips. “As for what we’re eating...I do not know. I put your brother in an apron and told him to cook us something up.”

“You see, this is why I love you.” said the drake with a shake of his head. “Well, lets hope he can cook.”

“He better because if I walk into the kitchen and just see toast on a plate, a dragon will be losing his tail today.”

“It better not be me.” muttered the drake as he began towards the door. Daemon moved ahead and stopped him. The mare stared hard at the dragon for a moment before throwing her hooves around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“Sorry. I overreacted last night. I know you didn’t really mean to...rutt Starsoul. I didn’t even know who she was so there was no way you could have.”

“It’s alright.” The drake hugged back. “I’m not really too mad. I would have preferred a bed and a sexy mare in my arms, but it was one hell of a night.”

“I did miss you.” She pulled back enough to kiss the drake. “I’ve gotten used to you sleeping next to me every night and it was a lonely night last night. Very lonely.” Daemon kissed him again, a great deal of passion behind this kiss.

Bakmah chuckled into the kiss. “I missed you too. If it makes you feel better, I won’t sleep with our child. I may be perverted, but I'm not perverted to the point of having sex with my young." The drake ran a claw through her mane. "I must ask you, though. Are you still in heat?"
“No. I haven’t been for a bit. Why do you ask?”

"Well thats perfect." muttered the drake. He took a deep breath. "The longer I spend in your soul and the deeper I travel in, the more I get feelings and memories from you. I am actually curious if I get emotions too...."

“Ooo~ That is interesting. I wonder if I could change how you feel with enough practice.” Daemon giggled mischievously.

"Please don't. It makes me feel like you plan on making me comfortable with something you know I wouldn't be."

“That would be interesting. What kinds of foods do you not like?”

"No." deadpanned the drake.

“Oh. Come on, Bakksy. Are you really not going to let me have any fun with this? I mean, it isn’t permanent, right?”

The drake shifted. "It might? Dad wasn't too specific as to how long it will last. All I know is that you still have some privacy and only I can do it. If it is, I will need a lot of time to get used to P.O.V. memories of fucking Luna."

“I don’t think you would be disappointed in those. Not at all.” Daemon started for the kitchen, deciding that they had given Lilian enough time to cook something. “See. You are going to be getting some good stuff through this, why not me?”

"Because you never went into my soul. And I will be disappointed because I'm not in all the sexy fun times."

“You’re no fun...” Daemon smiled before she started staring very hard at Bakmah. “How...do you...feel now?”

"A bit concerned by your stare. Nothing different, if that is what you are asking."

“Bah!” Daemon frowned. “It didn’t work.” Daemon just stared at the ground as she walked, sulking.

What is it you want me to feel?" He asked softly, throwing an arm over her.

“That is a secret~” Daemon giggled ominously. “You’ll know if it happens.”

"I feel like I will have the need to do something overly sexual..." The drake shook his head. "Part of me wishes that it is you who took a stroll through my soul. Then again, you still might have ended up messing with something."

“I am a curious pony. I might have looked where you might have not liked.” Daemon walked in front of the dragon, letting her tail swished back and forth against his chin as they walked. “But I think you may like when I poke around in your private places.”

"As long as I don't have my memories messed around with...besides, you know my dark secrets and most of my fetishes. Not much where I wouldn't want you to be." The drake snapped at her tail before reaching out with his claw and dragging it across her flank as he walked out into the hall past her.

“Must not be too horny if you are choosing food over me. A pity for you. I might have let you tried one of those fetishes with me.” Daemon grinned as she walked after Bakmah, heading for the kitchen.

"Hey, I can't tell if you would let me. I feel stray feelings, not hear thoughts." said the drake, looking back at her as he pushed the door open.

“I would definitely let you try if you ask, but you never do. I am not sure why. You already let me rutt you in the ass, so you must trust me.” Daemon made sure she said this loud enough for Lilian to hear. “Well, more than just your ass, huh?”

"It's not that I don't trust you, I'm just...hesitant. I don't like delving in some of them often..." He looked over at his brother who was giving them an odd look. "Keep cooking, Missy." Lilian stuck his tongue out before going back to work on something he couldn't see.

“You seemed to like it when I made myself a filly. Enjoyed it very much, as did I. Well, not when you had to kill me like that.”

"And that was a first. I'm just saying I don't indulge in many of my more...odd fetishes often."

"Do you guys really need to have this conversation while I'm trying to make breakfast?" Asked Lilian, annoyed.

“Well, you know I am open for anything that you suggest. For you and only you. Would you enjoy me licking your claws or maybe something else?”

"Well, um..." The drake blushed. "I actually never tried that... " Daemon’s grin once again was proof that Bakmah should think before saying things. The mare sauntered over to the drake.

“Which one do you want me to start with? And yes, this will happen right now whether you want it to or not.” Lilian groaned as he went back to cooking.

"L-Left." said Bakmah quietly.

"If we were going to have sex in the kitchen I should have had Snuffy come in and suck me off while I cooked." said Lilian sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

“This isn’t sex, Lili. At least not yet.” Daemon moved to the dragon’s left side. “Front or back, Bakksy?”

"B-back."

"Still, kitchens are supposed to be clean, no foreplay or sex. And yet here you are. I cleaned before I started, even." grumbled the older dragon.

“This is cleaning...sort of.” Daemon lifted Bakmah’s leg before leaning in and running her tongue over the top of his claws. The drake gasped at the feeling, grabbing the counter behind him for support.

"Not the same thing." pouted Lilian.

“Tomato...Carrot. What ever.” Daemon moved to the underside of Bakmah’s foot, giving it small licks here and there.

"I...what?" Lilian shook his head before going back to his cooking. Meanwhile, Bakmah moaned in pleasure, flexing his claws on occasion. He threw back his head, his tail swishing from side to side.

“Found another little fetish, have we?” Daemon looked up from her work. “You are just full of them, aren’t you?” Daemon wrapped her lips around one of his claws, suckling while running her tongue around it.

"O-oh hush." panted Bakmah, moaning slightly.

“Liking that, are we?” Daemon said in between of pulling off his claw and running her tongue between them excruciatingly slow.

"Y...y..yes..." The dragon groaned, flexing his claws slightly, trying not to claw her by accident. His member slowly started to slide out of his sheath. Daemon worked her tongue across the drake’s foot, exploring all the nooks and crannies, finding the sensitive spots and teasing them. Her hoof rubbed the inside of his thigh tenderly, but went no more than that.

"D-don't tease~" whined the drake, biting his lip as he grabbed her hoof and started to guide it up. Daemon stopped and pulled away from Bakmah.

“No sex in the kitchen, Bakksy. You really want to ruin all the hard work your brother put into cleaning it?” Bakmah groaned, looking at his brother as he cooked.

"F-fine." The drake snapped his claws, teleporting them back to their room.

“Oh? Are you going to bring me breakfast in bed now?”

"I-I guess?"

“Alright then.” Daemon jumped in bed and covered up. “I guess I could wlait here for it...”

"B-but...." The dragon stammered. "I came here to have sex..."

“You did...” Daemon chuckled. “What are you going to do about that?”

The drake huffed as he ripped the covers away and straddled her. "I do not like being left dry." said the drake, his voice becoming more feminine. Daemon stared at him for a moment before smiling.

“I remember saying that...” said Daemon. Bakmah, or Akara as his body changed, growled as she drove her member into Daemon. Or tried to. Daemon had moved just as Akara thrusted, the now dragoness’ member sliding across her belly. Daemon crossed her legs around the dragoness member, gripping it. “I remember those lines and this way of acting very well.”

The dragoness stirred as she tried to hump her legs. "I want to rutt~" whined Akara. She pouted down at Daemon. "Pwease?"

Daemon giggled as the cock slid across her belly. “That tickles...keep going. Doesn’t my fur feel good?”

Akara purred. "Yes..." She frowned. "I...I want you to rutt me.... " Her movements slowly stopped. "I want you inside me." she said softly as her member slowly disappearing. "Please..." Daemon lifted a hoof and placed it against Akara’s cheek.

“Of course, my love.” Daemon pulled Akara into a kiss as her horn lit up as a member of her own began extending from the top of her slit, it starting to press against the dragoness. As before, while it was not as long as Bakmah’s, it sported an impressive girth to it.

Akara moaned, grinding her hips against the tip. Her tongue started to lick against Daemon’s lips for entrance. The mare parted her lips to allow the dragoness inside with a soft groan. Daemon ran her hooves against the dragoness’ body, hoping to hide her true objective in the tender ministrations.

She sighed inwardly with relief when she ran her hooves across Akara’s belly, glad there was no infamous babybump. With that done, Daemon started to put more into her actions, but she was at a loss. She had never been on the bottom before when she was the one with the penis.

Akara giggled. “Massaging one’s flanks is a good way to start. It also helps to push me down, slowly.” The dragoness kissed Daemon’s forehead. “You need to be the bottom more often.”

“I...” A blush started forming on Daemon’s face. “I am perfectly capable of being on the bottom.”

“Then why haven’t you started yet?” Whispered Akara in her ear before nipping on it playfully.

“I...I am just...” Daemon frowned as she couldn’t think of anything to say. She didn’t know why she hadn’t started yet. She would have usually taken charge by now, but something seemed to prevent her from just plunging into Akara’s sweet and waiting honeypot.

“I don’t like being kept dry~” said the dragoness, gyrating her hips against Daemon’s member. Daemon moaned, arching her back as she did.

“Can...” Daemon’s blush deepened. “Can you show me?” Akara giggled, her claws lighting up in a soft red glow. She gripped Daemon’s hooves and guided them to her ass cheeks, adding a bit of pressure as she started to use her hooves to massage her ass.

Akara moaned as she started to lower her hooves, slowly removing her grip and putting it on Daemon’s hips instead, starting to lift her up in the humping motion. “C-Can you do that?” She asked as she lowered herself onto more of Daemon’s cock.

“Y-yes.” Daemon pushed her down a bit more. “Just like this?”

“Y-yes. K-keep going.” purred Akara. Daemon kept pushing her down while bringing her hips up. She gritted her teeth at the slow speed they were going, gripping Akara hard with her hooves.

“Y-you know y-you can g-go faster.” said Akara, rolling her eyes.

“I know~” Daemon’s devilish smile could only be seen a split second before she their hips together with a loud smack, hilting in the dragoness. Akara screamed out in pleasure before burying her muzzle in Daemon's shoulder, purring loudly.

“Seems someone was caught off guard.” Daemon chuckled before pulling halfway out, this time pushing back in slower this time. Akara groaned.

"Don't slow down!" Snapped the dragoness, lifting herself up and slamming back down.

“Mmm!” Daemon giggled. “Someone is kind of needy. Just like I was during my pregnancy.” Daemon lifted the dragoness with her magic and pushed her down hard, starting a cycle of this action.

"I can't...Ah!...get preg...Mmm~....pregnant....Hah...I'm....Fuck.....infer....Ah....infertile..." Akara moaned into the mare’s neck again, enjoying the feeling of Daemon's cock inside her. And then suddenly, the mare was gone from underneath her.

“Bakmah...You better say something so I know it’s actually you or...” Daemon was by the door to the room, leaning against a very large hammer. Akara blinked at her.

"I...wha...." Akara's voice became more masculine, muscles forming. "I...but..." He took a deep breath as his member grew back between his legs, sagging from lack of stimulation. "I do not have a heart." he whispered to himself as he took a deep breathe before going into the fetal position, grabbing onto his head.

“Bakmah...” Daemon let the hammer fall as she trotted over to the bed. “I think we might have to hold off from the rutting until all this is fixed.”

"Until what is fixed? For all we know I am stuck with knowing your feelings and memories as they come. Is there even a way to fix it?" Bakmah took a deep breath. "I don't know what to do....I don't know what happened. I just wanted sex...then urge became need...then it was too much...."

“You don’t have to tell me. I know how it feels.” Daemon gave him a soft smirk. “It is hard to ignore and impossible to forget. My pregnancy wasn’t even my worst times.”

"But...can I control it next time?" The drake looked up at her, his eyes that of a scared child. "I...I'm not built for this type of temptation...."

“If you do any weird crap again, I’ll knock some sense into you.”Daemon climbed up on the bed enough to pull him into a kiss.

Bakmah chuckled weakly as he pulled away. "You just insulted yourself, you know." He sighed as he laid his head back down. “And yes, just don't use the hammer. I...got too much info at once and it took over." He bopped her on the nose weakly. "You can blame yourself for that one. The rare time I will allow you to do so."

“What? It’s not my fault you can’t handle all that is me. The blame falls all on you.”

"It is your fault that you didn't learn everything about traveling through souls and ended up getting me to form a bond with you." he stuck his tongue out.

“Oh?” Daemon frowned. “So you don’t want a bond with me? I see...”

"I didn't mean it like that, though, if information came a lot slower would help." He nuzzled her. "You didn't seem to like having sex with yourself."

“Because I am not a narcissist. And of course I wouldn’t know what would happen. I am Alicorn of the earth! The Mistress of Creation...not souls.”

"So you couldn't ask Luna or any other alicorn?" Asked Bakmah with a raised eyebrow.

“Luna is Mistress of Dreams and Celestia...I couldn’t tell you what her area of specialty is.” Daemon shrugged. “But I can tell you it’s not souls.”

"At least we know one thing our child might be a god of if we have one." Bakmah sighed, rolling over to his side. "I would have liked to know more about this....well, whatever this is and how to control it. I don't want a repeat of just now."

“Is...” Daemon bit her bottom lip as she frowned. “Is that normal?” Daemon pointed to Bakmah’s limp penis that was still hanging out of its sheath. “I mean, I only see it out when you’re horny but can you make it go in and out as you please?”

Bakmah blinked at his member, blushing. "I'll be in my lab, making a new body." mumbled the drake, getting up off the bed.

“Wait!” Daemon jumped up and pushed him back down on the bed. “I want to try something.” Before Bakmah could say anything, the mare slid down between his legs. She wrapped her lips around his limp member and swirled it around in her mouth with her tongue.

“Mmm.” said Daemon as she pulled off of his member. “That is different.”

"Yes, I see that. It also proves I really need to go change bodies." He scratched behind his head. "I can't feel anything there."

“Nothing at all?” Daemon nosed his cock. “Interesting...I wonder what it would feel like inside of me...” Daemon looked up at Bakmah with an innocent smile.

"Since I can't feel anything, no." said the drake, crossing his arms.

“I’ll lick your feet again, this time finishing you off.”

"Nope." The drake pushed her off and walked towards the door. "If you want a limp dick, I will make one, but I will not have sex when I can't feel my own penis."

“It’s not the same if it’s not you...also, I would like to remind you of when you rutted me while I was asleep.”

"Which is why I am not doing it. And will still be me, I'm just making my dick limp but still giving it feeling." He rolled his eyes. "You’re acting like I'm going to give you an extremely limp dildo."

“I didn’t feel it when you rutted me in my sleep.” Daemon crossed her hooves. “And I wanted a time where I didn’t have to force myself to cum to keep up with you.” Daemon grinned devilishly. “You will never know if that latter part is true.”

"How do you know? I know many things about you and more to come with this new ability." The drake winked as he began to open the door to their room.

“So you believe. But all you’re getting is my old memories so far and since that is where the problem is, there is no guarantee you’ll ever get the answer.”

"And how do you know it's just your old memories? Next thing you know, I'll start having memories of Starsoul, and there is no problems there. I already went through being pregnant with her." He opened the door partially.

“Alright then. I guess I’ll just go have breakfast with Lili. I wonder what we could talk about...” Daemon tapped her chin like she was thinking, but her smile said all he needed to know.

"You really want to do this when I can't feel anything, don't you?"

“It has a certain appeal to me.”

Bakmah let out a heavy sigh as he closed the door, walking back to the bed. He sat down next to her and flopped back. "Have fun."

“Are you just going to sit there and not do anything?”

"You didn’t do anything when I did it, now did you?"

“Okay then. It is agreed you are not going to do a thing. Perfect.” Daemon giggled as she climbed into his lap.

"Well, what am I supposed to do when my nerve endings are shot to be hell?" Asked the drake, eyeing the mare.

“Nothing, like you just said.” Daemon rubbed her slit agains his member a few times before taking hold of it and stuffing it inside her marehood. “Mmm. This feels different.” Daemon cocked her head. “Strange, but not entirely bad...” She said before starting to grind her hips against him, keeping his member at the hilt.

"Well, too bad I can't feel anything." said the drake with a sigh. He closed his eyes and hummed to himself. It was then he felt something vibrating and pressing against his tailhole.

“This spell is really used by spa unicorns for massages...but it has other uses, as you can see and feel.”

"W-why?" He asked, shifting at the pleasurable feeling.

“Because you know I would never leave you out of something like this. I like pleasing you, Bakksy. You make the cutest noises.” The magic Daemon was using pressed harder on his ass, threatening to penetrate him but never doing so.

"Mmm. P-please." panted the drake, trying not to grab onto the mare.

“You’re getting hard...” Daemon sounds a bit disappointed, but gave the dragon what he wanted. The magic pressed hard, spreading his ass as it entered him.

Bakmah moaned, his claws instinctively grabbing onto the mare as his tail swished from side to side. He could feel that the magic took the shape of an orb now that it was inside of him.

Daemon’s magic slowly pushed deeper into him, constantly vibrating his insides. The mare herself was riding his shaft up and down now that is was semi-hard and didn’t threaten to slip out.

The drake began to massage her flanks as he purred deeply. He still was not happy with his lack of feeling, but he was content with what he had.

“I think you like getting your ass played with a much as I do.” Daemon giggled as the wet slaps from her slamming on his cock filled the room. She began moving the magic orb inside him in time with her strokes.

Bakmah nodded dumbly, throwing his head back in pleasure. "Oh, h-how I w-wish I c-could feel y-you." He moaned deeply.

“Oh...I think you are feeling me...just fine.” She said between pants, a small chuckle coming from her throat. Suddenly, Bakmah could feel the orb begin to expand as she moved it inside of him.

Bakmah gasped in surprise, gripping the mares flanks harder as he arched his back. He fell back down panting, grip loosening and a wave of exhaustion falling over him.

“Did you really just cum?!” Daemon slammed down and looked back at the dragon with a glare. “That’s even quicker than usual!”

"I c-cannot f-feel myself cum. Don't blame me." The dragon took a deep breath, looking up at the mare on his cock.

“Oh, this is not ending like this.” Daemon growled as she began her movements back up, plunging the orb deeper inside the dragon.

"H-hey!" The drake whimpered as his head fell back. "I-it's....g-getting....p-painful...." His claws started to sink into the mare's skin.

“Too...Too deep?” The mare asked as she continued bouncing up and down on his cock. The drake nodded, whimpering as he did so. Daemon pulled the orb back a bit, chuckling.

“You wouldn’t even be able to take your whole cock. That was...only about eleven and a half...inches...”

"I....I am n....not used....to that....that much...." The drake relaxed his grip on her flanks, letting out a moan.

Daemon moaned as she pulled the orb halfway out of Bakmah and held it there. “So close...”

Bakmah only grunted, deciding to help Daemon by thrusting up in time with her. A low growl came from Daemon’s throat as she began to repeatedly penetrate the drake with the orb of magic. The room around them began to rumble as Daemon arched her back, slamming down hard on Bakmah.

“I’m cumming!” She moaned as she plunged the orb into him, though not far enough to be painful.

The drake moaned, rubbing her flanks lovingly. "That's it....have your fun?" He asked, tracing his claws up her sides. Suddenly, the bedroom door was thrown open.

"What the fuck is goin-" Lilian froze as he caught sight of the two on the bed. "Um....breakfast is ready...come eat when you're finished." He slowly closed the door as he left.

Daemon laughed loudly as she dispelled the orb. “Well, I think it’s time to eat...”

"I need to get this whole penis thing fixed first. I do not feel like walking into the kitchen with a limp dick." The drake's claws started to glow red as an orb started to form back in his lab. Daemon pulled off of him and jumped off the bed.

“I will be waiting in the kitchen for you.” And with that, Daemon teleported to the kitchen before taking a seat. “Hey Lili, guess what...” Daemon smiled at the aproned drake.

"If it includes you and my brothers sex life or anything sexual about him, I don't want to hear it." said the drake as he went and grabbed plates from the cabinet.

“I broke his penis.”

"That counts as sexual!" Said Lilian, covering his ears, switching to his magic. Daemon chuckled as she laid her head on the table.

“Prude.”

"Hush." Lilian looked over to the door as the dragon in question walked in, cracking his back as he made his way over to Daemon. "She broke your dick?"

Bakmah froze. "Broke my....Daemon!"

“No. Not your Daemon. Your dick.” Daemon squirmed a bit in her seat. “I think I am still leaking here.”

"Not on the floor!" Lamenated the white drake.

"Why did you tell him that?" Asked Bakmah with a sigh.

“Because he was being a prude...And I will let my cum leak wherever the hell I want it to in my own home, Lili.”

"I see....you dug your own hole, brother." Bakmah rolled an arm, testing it out. "Now, what did you make for breakfast?" The white drake muttered to himself as he dished up four plates, two plates with omelets on them floated towards the couple. Lilian brought one to himself and set the fourth aside for Snuffy.

“What? Where is the meat?” Daemon frowned. “No bacon? Not even sausage?”

"Well...um...you are a pony and ponies don't eat meat so I kept it off your plate."

“Ponies do not eat meat...usually. Most like to keep a vegetarian diet...but that does not mean we are not capable. And I like being capable...”

Lilian sighed. "Baks, why don't you give her half of your meat?"

"Your mistake, your meat." said Bakmah with a chuckle. "I'm sure Snuffy would love to share her meat with her mate." The drake winked and went back to his food.

"B...but..." Lilian sighed and scooped half of his untouched meat onto Daemon's plate.

"All of it."

"Oh come on!"

"Nope. All of it." said Bakmah, shaking his head. Lilian grumbled as the rest of his meat was placed on Daemon's plate. The drake sulked back to his counter and poked his food.

“I think Bakmah is just working you up to the point where you’ll eat his meat.” Daemon said thhis nonchalantly as she began eating.

"You, ma'am, are a pervert." said Bakmah as he began to eat his own food. Lilian stared at the two of them.

"Why do I live with you again?"

“Because you have no where else to go and your new girlfriend lives here.”

"Sadly." Admitted the white drake as he took a bite of his food. "Where is she, anyways?"

“I chained her to a wall in her room for talking back to me this morning.” Daemon shrugged. “You would think she would know better by now with all the stuff I do to her.”

"Wait, what?! The hell were you two arguing about?" Asked Lilian, glaring at her.

“Whether or not she was even allowed out of her room this morning. She’s gotten a bit of nerve ever since she claimed you as a mate.” Daemon nibbled at a piece of bacon.

"And why is she not allowed out then?" Asked the drake, annoyed.

“Because she was suppose to guard the entrance. And now thanks to her derelicting her duties with your two’s activities, one of my experiments escaped.”

"You're the one who told us we could go out."

“I might have made a mistake on that, considering the results.” Daemon looked up at Lilian, raising an eyebrow.

"So what, we are restricted to her room now?"

“No. She is.” Daemon leaned back in her chair, narrowing her eyes. “What she let escape is very dangerous.”

Bakmah sighed. "Would it help if I made a trip up into dragon territory and picked up some dragons, grabbed me some tigers, and stop by the Equestrian State Prison and picked up a unicorn for a new one of Snuffy's breed and use them as guardian?" Daemon didn’t even pay Bakmah any heed, keeping her gaze on Lilian.

“What she let escape is very deadly. It likes to make home in dark, warm environments...Anuses are a popular decision for it. Its body is long and brown, to camouflage. Once it has made its stake in its new home, it slowly begins killing off its host...’s sense of humor. I think it may be in you, Lili.” Daemon smiled smugly.

Lilian's eyes widened. "Wait, I...." A frown formed on his face as he realized what she was saying. "You are a bitch."

“I am not a canine of any kind, Lili. Snuffy is just cleaning up something for me and should be by anytime now.” Daemon chuckled.

Lilian crossed his arms and leaned back with a frown. "Cunt." muttered the drake as he used his magic to eat more of his breakfast.

"She does have a point, brother. I swear I can see a stick poking out your ass." said Bakmah with a chuckle.

"Shut up."

"I'm good." Bakmah stretched. "So what is it that my lovely marefriend have planned soon?"

“I told you I have to go somewhere, probably leaving as soon as I am done with breakfast. Crystal will be coming by for a small while in the throne room. I left instructions for him there, but you can go bug him if you want.”

"Nah. I got some experiments to work on. I will probably still be working on them when you return." said Bakmah with a hum.

“Alrighty. Snuffy is here.” Daemon said this just before the hybrid opened the door.

“You all began eating without Snuffy?”

"Well, um, yes?" said Lilian, blushing as he scratched behind his head. Snuffy said nothing more as she moved over to her seat and began eating.

“Snuffy saw the extra wards Daemon has set up on the backlab. The kind that are meant to be permanent...”

“Eeyup.” Daemon said before she took another bite.

"Permanent wards? Why did you put those up?" Asked Lilian, silently using his magic to cut a sausage in half and remove it from Snuffy's plate. The hybrid speared the piece of meat Lilian was trying to snatch with a claw, never even averting her eyes from Daemon. "I just wanted meat." whined the drake.

Snuffy looked over to his plate. “Why did Snuffy’s mate not cook himself some?”

"Because I didn't expect Daemon to eat any meat and it takes too long to cook enough for me." sighed Lilian.

“Then why did he not ask first?”

"Because she was off having sex with my brother."

“So that was that shaking... Why did he not ask if someone would share before trying to take?” The drake opened his mouth to speak but closed his mouth, opting to go back to eating. “Open your mouth, Lilian.” The drake stared at her for a moment before obeying. The hybrid gathered some meat from her plate, sticking it in her mouth before pulling the white drake in for a kiss and transferring the food.

Lilian stared wide eyed at her before accepting the food, closing his eyes. He kept the kiss even once he had finished the meat.

“Aww. Isn’t that cute, Bakksy? She is feeding him like a big momma bird would do her chicks.”

Lilian broke away with a gasp and glared at her. "Really?"

“Really really.” Daemon chuckled. “At least you got your meat, right? Even if it wasn’t Bakksy’s.”

“Bakmah was going to share his meat with Snuffy’s mate? Why did he not take the offer?”

"Wrong kind of meat." said Lilian with a deep blush.

“Wrong kind of meat? What kinds of meat are wrong meat?” Snuffy frowned at Lilian.

"I'll give you hint on what meat they are talking about. You almost took it away from him yesterday."

“But Snuffy did not try to take any meat away from anyone.”

"Another hint, you sucked on it yesterday when we were trying out that 'mating technique'." Snuffy blinked, thinking for a moment before her eyes widened.

“Oh...Snuffy did not think of that...” She looked down at her plate as if it was something alien. “Meat...”

"The meat we are eating is not genitalia from any animal, I know that for sure." said Lilian as he sat back. "It was a term she was using."

“Are you really sure about that, Lili? You did get it from my stock...” Daemon lifted up a sausage, suckling on it loudly.

"Then I will consider buying fresh meat for our next meal."

“There is that escaped experiment again, rearing its ugly head in Lili.”

"I have a sense of humor, I just don't like the thought of eating an animal’s penis."

“Even if it’s coming from you girlfriend’s mouth.” Daemon pushed her plate to Bakmah. “Plus, a penis is a good source of protein.”

"You've eaten animal cock?" Asked Bakmah as he finished his food.

“No, but I have eaten yours.” Daemon gave him a wink before moving away from the table. “But alas. While I would love to stay and...chat, I must be off.” Daemon trotted over to Bakmah, leaning in and giving him a kiss. “I will see you later.”

"And I you. And trust me when I say I will have a surprise waiting for you." said the drake with a chuckle. With that, Daemon bowed and disappear. The drake sighed as he pushed both the plates away, standing up.

"Well, I should head off and prepare my experiment. Do try to keep Crystal out of my lab and me and Daemon's bedroom." The drake cracked his back again. "I hate it when these things get stiff." Daemon suddenly popped in, sitting on Bakmah’s head.

“But I love it when you’re stiff.” She said before disappearing again. Snuffy just stared at where Daemon was before reaching over and grabbing the mare’s plate.

"I forgot she could do that." muttered the drake. "And you know full well I didn't mean that." He turned back to Lilian. "But yes, please keep Crystal out of my lab and bedroom when he comes."

"Alright, but what does he look like. I never met this 'Crystal.'" said Lilian, rolling his claw. Bakmah coughed awkwardly into his claw.

"A Pegasus mare." Bakmah shifted a bit as his brother stared at him.

"I swear I walked into the weirdest shit ever...." Lilian shook his head. "Alright, go do whatever you need to do. We will keep her....him away." Bakmah nodded his thanks before disappearing. Snuffy waited a moment before turning to the white drake with a smile.

“Lilian!” She laughed before tackling him to the ground, wrapping her tail around his as she kiss him deeply.

Lilian yelped as he fell. He stared at her for a moment before leaning into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her. So much for a clean kitchen floor.

“Bakksy~ I am home. Got my stuff done but I have a feeling OreoCookie is going to have a fit about that cut away earlier.”

Bakmah sat on the bed, drawing on a piece of paper with a crayon. One could just make up the writing underneath it as the small drake scribbled. The baby drake looked up to see Daemon. He grinned and held up a very poor drawing of a dragon.

"It's a dwagon!" Exclaimed the drake happily. The little drake hopped off the bed and skipped over to the mare before wrapping his claws around her foreleg with a giggle. "You look pwetty."

Daemon blinked at him before looking up at the sheet of paper which had a note written underneath all of the crayon.

Dear Daemon, I was a bit curious on your parenting skills since you already raised one yourself. To see this, I put a spell on myself, sending my body and mind back to when I was no older than five for twenty four hours.

Hope you have fun, Bakksy~

P.S. I was curious in my youth.

Daemon blinked at the note before turning her head, finding Little Bakmah face first in her 'Toy' drawer. "Bakmah, get out of there!" Said Daemon, pulling the dragon away by his tail.

The baby drake whimpered. "I just was looking for some toys." The drake looked up at her with huge puppy dog eyes. "Can I have the toys?" Daemon blushed.

"No, not those toys." The mare set Bakmah on the bed before putting child locks on all the drawers. "Those are Mama's toys."

"But I want to play with the toys!" Cried out Bakmah, flailing about. A sudden ball of fire flew out of his claw, barely missing Daemon and setting fire to the bed. A piece of paper popped into existence in front of her.

Congrats! You just pissed off a foal! Okay, not really a good thing, but still. Dragon God children are naturally attuned to both the four elements and the heavens, making fits a bitch to deal with. I advise keeping me away from anything valuable and flammable.

Yours truly, Bakksy~

"You got to be kidding me." muttered Daemon. She sighed and turned to where she set Bakmah earlier, finding him gone. She heard a giggle by the fire and slowly turned her head, finding Bakmah bouncing on the now bonfire that once was her bed. The flames went harmlessly over his scales as he jumped in joy. "As if we didn’t have enough problems to deal with right now... You having fun there, Little one? " Daemon trotted over to the flaming bed with a smile.

The little dragon giggled as he jumped from the bed to try and tackle Daemon, paying no heed to the fact that ponies are flammable and dragons are not. Daemon was ready for this, catching the little drake in her magic. “Now then, are you hungry?” Daemon put all the flames out before bringing Bakmah around and setting him on her back.

"Uh huh!" The dragon lightly kicked her sides with his feet. "To the kitchens, steed!" Daemon took a deep breath before looking back at the little dragon.

“You do that again and I’ll hang you from the ceiling by your tail, okay?” Daemon said this with the sweetest smile on her face. “Now, if you sit there and be a good little one, Daemon may get you a treat.” Before Bakmah could answer, a scroll popped into existence in front of her.

Threatening child? Really? I understand if I hopped on your back and called you a horse, but a child? I would threaten them with something less...drastic.

Strike one.

Daemon took ahold of the scroll with her magic before setting it aflame. “I only do it because it’s you, Bakksy... Pulling this stunt on me now.”

"Is Daddy in trouble, Mommy?" Asked little Bakmah, tilting his head to the side.

“Verily so, but it nothing you should concern yourself with, Little one. Now lets go get that meal and no more kicking.”

"Okay." said the drake somberly. Just as they left the room, Lilian exited Bakmah's lab with a sigh, freezing as he caught the sight of the same drake on Daemon's back.

"What the..." The white drake looked back at the lab doors behind him. "But I just saw you in there..." Lilian grabbed his head with a sigh. "I'm going to see if we have any alcohol, I feel like I need it."

“No alcohol allowed in this home. You want to drown your confusion, go elsewhere. Now, we are going to fill our bellies, aren’t we, Little one?” Daemon bounced the baby drake with a small laugh as she headed for the kitchen.

"Yup!" Said the baby drake with a giggle, wrapping his arms around her neck.

“Now Lili, if you do see Bakmah again, could you give him a message for me?” Daemon stopped at the kitchen door, looking back at the white drake.

"Well, uh, sure." said Lilian, blinking at her.

“Tell him to run.” Daemon nodded to him before going into the kitchen.

Lilian gulped. "W-will do." The drake slowly backed up into the lab, slamming the door behind him. Daemon let out a breath, walking over to the table.

“So, what do you want to eat?”

The drake stuck out his tongue, putting a claw to his chin. "How about...ice cream!"

“Unfortunately, we do not have any ice cream right now. I replaced it all with frozen yogurt...it’s just not the same.” Daemon said forlornly.

"Aw." The drake looked around the kitchen with a pout, sniffing around. His eyes lit up as he looked at one of the cabinets. "Rubies!"

“Okay, but only a few.” Daemon opened the cabinet, pulling out Bakmah’s little stash. “Hmm. I think these three should do finely.” Daemon selected three red gems and placed them in front of the baby drake.

The drake giggled as he picked one up, chewing on it with glee. “Now, what should I eat...” Daemon opened her freezer, looking at the stores of frozen yogurt in slight disgust. “I guess...a sandwich...” Daemon moved to the fridge before assembling herself a simple sandwich.

Bakmah giggled softly as he nuzzled into her mane after finishing his rubies. "Thank you, Mommy." said the drake quietly. Daemon nuzzled the little drake back.

“You are welcome, little one.” Daemon took a deep breath. “Now, would you like to draw some more?”

"Mhmm!" The drake's eyes lit up. A small stack of paper and some crayons appeared next to him on the table.

“There you are.” Daemon took a bite of her sandwich as she watched the little drake.

The drake giggled as he started drawing. His claws went faster than what should be possible, crayons floating above his head, mainly dark colours. His smile disappeared as he drew more, dark colours dominating the page as he did so.

Bakmah pushed the paper aside as he replaced the dark colors aside and replaced them with brighter colors, humming as his smile returned.

“You looked very serious with your last drawing, Little one. Is it important?”

"It was a vision." said the drake with a hum as he kept drawing.

“May I see it?” The drake paused. He looked at the drawing before slowly pushing it towards her. The drawing looked more like an expertly drawn painting, the background and picture itself being finely detailed and shaded. However, this made the picture even more disturbing.

It showed the throne room, what looked like rain coming from a hole in the ceiling. Scavenger animals lurked in the shadows, watching the two figures in the center of the picture. A purple unicorn mare holding onto a grey dragon, crying as she held his corpse. Even the hole in his stomach was extremely detailed that professional artists who have worked on their art for decades would have been proud.

“Hmm.” Daemon slowly pushed the picture away. “That is quite an interesting drawing there, Little one. I will remember it.”

"I'm glad you liked it." said the drake as he went back to his usual five year old drawing style. Daemon just sat there, watching him as she finished her sandwich.

“So...” She said, wiping her mouth. “Did your...daddy tell you anything?”

"He told me to stay put and wait for Mommy." said Little Bakmah as he added grass to his field. "He said he was busy and would play with me later."

“It that so?” Daemon looked over the picture he was drawing now. “I would like to know what he is up to...”

"He didn't say. He said he had to keep it a secret."

“Some secrets aren’t meant to be kept...” Daemon picked up the baby drake with her magic and set him on her back again. “I think we should go pay him a visit.”

"But wouldn't he get mad?" Asked the drake.

“It’s not him that is getting mad...” Daemon made her way out of the kitchen and towards Bakmah’s lab. “He should have known better than to pull something like this...”

"I don't like those doors." said the baby dragon quietly, staring at the lab entrance.

“Don’t worry, I am right here with you.” Daemon smiled back at the baby dragon before pushing through the doors of Bakmah’s lab. “Oh Bakksy~” Suddenly, the weight on her back disappeared with a yelp.

"I'm not coming out until I'm sure my well being is no longer on danger." said Bakmah's voice from a swirling black orb where his desk usually laid. A grey smoke came from behind Daemon and snaked its way through the air before going into the orb.

“I can tell you that your well being is going to be in even more danger if you do not come out right now.” Daemon’s tone stayed leveled and even her face showed no signs of her being angry, yet... “You have to the count of three. One...”

There was a sigh as the front half of the orb disappeared, the drake sitting in a swivel chair just inside. "Happy?"

“Happy? Far from it right now, Bakmah. Just what do you think you are accomplishing here?” Daemon glared at the dragon.

The orb closed in a small bit. "Sate a paranoia of mine. Nothing that needs to be worried about."

“A paranoia? You are putting me through this because of a little paranoia you have?! Do you not realize how painful that was for me?! How much it tore at my heart, like ripping open an old wound, because I knew it was all fake. Just a mockery of what I had and what I could have? Did I do this to you when I was a filly? Did I call you daddy or anything like that? Yes I acted like a foal at times but I did not act like your foal.” Daemon stamped a hoof on the ground angrily. “And how dare you. How DARE you bring my parenting into question. Do you know how much of an insult that is to me?! What were you going to do if I failed it, huh? Were you going to leave me?! I think I might fail it just to see if you have the balls to do so!” Daemon stood there glaring at the dragon, her mouth turned into a frown as she waited for him to say something.

Bakmah took a breath. "Do I not have a sound reason to be paranoid? Am I not allowed after Elthin? After my unborn?" He stood, the swirling black mass surrounding him humming as it increased speed. "And if you do not remember, I had to kill you as a foal.. An act that has haunted me for two damned millennia." He growled as he stepped closer. "And how dare you for even thinking that I would leave you! After I nearly killed myself in your soul I will not simply walk away until my job is finished! I even made a promise never to leave you!! Have you forgotten that already?!" The crown of dark energy slowly became to form on his head, one arm lighting on fire while the other became covered in rock shards.

“None of the reasons you mentioned gives you sound reason to be paranoid of me. The filly thing was before I even knew of what you had done. Speaking of...” Daemon looked him over. “Look at yourself, Bakmah. What are you planning to do like that? If you are wanting to strike out at me, go ahead. You can’t permanently kill me anyways. I will make sure you will not leave this room, though. I will make sure you will not hurt anyone else, remember?”

The drake stared at her before looking down at his arms. Bakmah fell to his knees, the swirling mass slowly disappearing from behind him. The last thing to disappear was his crown, evaporating in a wisp of smoke. He stared at his claws in shock and fear before curling into a ball in the center of the room.

“Bakmah, when you decide to stop wallowing in your self pity, I think we need to have a talk. I’ll be in my room.” Daemon quickly turned around and headed out of the lab.

"Our room." said the drake softly as he stood. He took a deep breath and went out after her. He made his way to their room, finding Daemon sitting on the bed.

“Bakmah... What makes you think I would not be a good parent?”

"I didn't say you wouldn't be." He shifted so he was leaning against the door frame. "I was just interested in your parenting method."

“Testing my methods are not being just interested in them. You were grading something or else you would have never made the whole strike one thing...”

Bakmah took a breath. "I was grading how you dealt punishment to children."

Daemon took a deep breath, placing a hoof on the bridge of her muzzle and rubbing. “I really want to know what you were planning with this. What were you going to if I did turn out to be too harsh of a parent?”

"Then I was going to be the opposite and vice versa if you were to....kind. An equal balance of the two."

“That is just stupid. You do not raise a child like that. It would do more harm if one parent was overly nice while the other was extremely strict.” Daemon fell back in the bed. “There needs to be a balance with both of us...”

"That is about the only way I learned how to raise my child. I never got to see the result." Bakmah let his head fall back against the wall.

“I saw it a lot. One parent being incredibly harsh while the other too kind. It made the more docile and shy when they were older. They got walked on a lot more than others...”

"Amara wasn't too strict but wasn't overly nice either." He sighed. "Elthin was extremely energetic and a sweet drake."

“See, a balance in each parent.” Daemon sighed. “Bakmah... What has happened has me questioning things now...”

"Like what?"

“I do want a foal, but how is it going to turn out if we act like this?” She rolled over and looked at him. “Would it really be a good thing if we had a foal together?”

"As of right now? No." He sighed as he looked at her. "Fighting nearly everyday will not be beneficial to our child. I...I think we should wait a while until we settle down a bit more. It hasn't even been who knows how long since we first started dating...er...got together." He shifted. "Do YOU think it would be a good thing if we had a foal?"

“I think both of us have some problems we need to solve before we have one.” Daemon sighed. “But I think once those problems are solved, we will be able to raise a child we both can be very proud of.”

Bakmah chuckled slightly. "Then we should hurry up and get those problems solved before Starsoul summons me." Daemon huffed.

“All the bodies I have are still barren. I need to make one that is actually fertile before anything is to happen...”

"So you are saying making a body is harder for you than me? I only do it in a few minutes." said Bakmah with a smirk.

“I did not say it was hard for me to make bodies. I said none that I have are fertile. Listen to me, Bakmah.”

“Then what is so hard about making a fertile one?”

“...Bakmah, I just said I do not have any fertile ones, nothing about their difficulty to make...” She spoke very slowly to him.

“You were making it seem like it.” The drake sighed. “I need to work on that.” mumbled the drake.

“To paying attention? Yes.” Daemon giggled. “But anyways, we will not be able to have a foal until I make a fertile body...” Daemon rolled to her hooves and got up. “And when I do get pregnant, I can’t switch betweens bodies or it could kill the foal.”

“That would be a waste of my sanity if you killed it by switching bodies.” He pushed himself off the wall. “So we got about a year to fix our problems and keep ourselves from killing each other every other day.”

“I don’t think we’re killing each other every other day, but... maybe pushing each others button might not be a good idea...”

"We have been doing more than pushing buttons since I almost went ape shit earlier."

“Hmm. What do you suppose we do, Bakksy?” Daemon hopped off the bed and sat down in front of it. “Do you think we should go to couples counseling?”

"I thought couples counseling was for married couples. Plus, I don't think there is a counselor for gods." said the drake, sliding to the floor.

“Doesn’t have to be for gods. Just somepony knowledgeable on relationships. Or do you consider our relationship to be godly and above those of mere mortals?”

"Considering we sneeze and a city disappears in ash or a crater, maybe a little." The drake chuckled lightly. "Though I'm surprised you want to open up to a counselor about our problems."

“I am willing to do something like this because I love you, Bakmah. I want us to work out and how things are...” She trotted over to the drake. “I see a rocky time in our future if something doesn’t change.”

"Then I am willing to go through counseling if it is to fix our relationship." He smiled softly at her. Daemon sighed as she laid up against him.

“But do you know any good relationship counselors?”

"None that are alive." He wrapped his arms around her.

“You think Celestia would be a good counselor? She does seem to have some knowledge about that stuff considering she has never had a full time relationship before...”

"But would she be willing to counsel us? The three of us haven't had the happiest past."

“It never hurts to ask, Bakksy dear.” Daemon chuckled as she nuzzled the dragon. “How bad do you think Lilian is scarred right now?”

"Nothing a round with Snuffy wouldn't fix." Bakmah leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I'm still going to pay for this later, aren't I"

“Oh...I can think of a few punishments that I could put you through. I wonder how much you could actually take though...”

"You’re mean to me." said Bakmah with a mock pout.

“But you love every second of it, don’t you?” Daemon nipped playfully at the dragon. “...Do you?”

"The maids outfit was questionable...." He chuckled. "But other than that, I have enjoyed it. A whole lot better than the past two millennia.”

“What?! I thought you looked absolutely sexy in that maids outfit. You really didn’t like it?”

"I didn't like parading around town in it. I never said I didn't like it." He stuck his tongue out at her.

“So you would be more than willing to wear it for me again? Just around the home?” Daemon looked up at him with big pleading eyes that were teary.

"I swear I will be the major softy with our child." said the drake with a sigh. "I would."

“Thank you, Bakksy.” The drake could feel some cloth settle on his back. “That can be for later. Our child is going to be able to walk all over you.” Daemon giggled as she snuggled against the dragon.

The drake sighed as he tightened his grip. "So, what do we do know? Or are we just going to sit here and cuddle for the next few hours?"

“I like the cuddling option.”

"Same. Pony fur is much softer than scales. If only I could snuggle it forever. Oh wait, I already can." He chuckled as he snuggled up on the mare. Daemon shouldered him lightly.

“I am not gonna have you hang on me like some lost puppy.” She stuck out her tongue.

"But you're so cuddly." said the drake with a pout, nuzzling her lightly.

“I know. I do think I am the only mare who could cuddle herself if she wanted...or does it work like that?”

"I'm not sure, but knowing what we are, I wouldn't be surprised if we had sex with ourselves." Daemon stayed quiet for a bit longer than Bakmah was longer with.

“You know...I could actually accomplish that. I have never even thought about that until you said something.”

"I'm not going to walk into you eating yourself out, am I?"

“I know how I taste. It wouldn’t be as easy as that. I would have to be using the other body as almost like a puppet. It would be better just to make myself male and rutt the other body. It might be a good way to test those special ones for you.”

"I need to be careful around you." said Bakmah with a sigh before craning his neck around and capturing her mouth in his. "But I never learn."

“And I doubt you ever will.” Daemon closed her eyes and smiled. “When do you think Star will call you back? I am missing my ice cream.”

"Not sure. Depends on how fast she works and how much needs fixing." He sighed. "Could be a few hours, a few days, a few months, a few years even, we may never know until it happens."

“That’s a comforting thought.” Daemon grumbled as she squirmed. “So what do you want to do?”

"I'm not sure. I'm content to do whatever at this point."

“Lay on top of me...”

"You want me....to lay on you?" Asked the drake, staring at her.

“Mhmm. Just right on top. Don’t worry, you’re not going to hurt me by doing it.”

"Alright...." Bakmah bit his lip as he pushed himself on top of her before laying his weight down on her. "Good?"

“Like a big, warm blanket.” Daemon purred as she pushed her head up under his. “Why are you so nervous? Just relax...”

Bakmah took a deep breath, relaxing his muscles. "Better?" He could feel Daemon lift her head a bit as if to look at him.

“Does this make you uncomfortable?”

"No. I just didn't expect it."

“Haven’t you learned by now? I always do the unexpected. You can expect that.”

He chuckled. "And its things like that that make me love you more."

“Mhmm.” Daemon squirmed under him before letting out a relieved sigh. “I really do enjoy your weight on my back. It is just comforting to me.”

"I'm just very comfortable." He nipped her ear. "Just as long as I don't crush you."

“It would take more than a lightweight like you to crush me.” Daemon flicked the offended ear. “So you like having me under you?”

"I like to be dominate on occasion."

“So you think you’re showing dominance like this? When I am the one that told you to do so?” Daemon chuckled from underneath the drake. “And here I was just thinking you were still wanting to cuddle.”

"And cuddling leads to sex most of the time." said Bakmah with a chuckle.

“Is that what you’re wanting?”

"Only if you want it as well."

“I am not going to stop you, Bakksy.” Daemon shifted under him, pressing her rear up against him to give the dragon a better angle.

"Sometimes I wonder if you enjoy this too much." he said softly as he began to rub his growing member against her.

“You should know.” Daemon said with a low moan. “You’ve felt what it’s like to be me.”

"And I enjoyed it." He pushed himself into her marehood, moaning softly into her mane as he did.

“Maybe too much.” Daemon groaned as the dragon began to move.

The mare and drake laid side by side, both panting for breath after their endeavors. Neither of them quite remembered how they got into the kitchen, but both knew one thing for sure.

“That was the best sex we have ever had!” Daemon laughed as she threw her hooves forward, up into the air. Bakmah turned his head to eye the mare next to him, wondering how she had the energy to do that so soon.

“It...was...” He managed out as Daemon scooted up close to and snuggled him. “I didn’t even know...that one position was possible...without breaking something.”

The mare next to him gave out a low chuckle. “Me neither.” Her smile faded a bit as she bit her lip. “Though, the readers are going to be a bit peeved that the scene was just skipped like that.”

“What?” Bakmah frowned in return. “What readers? What are you talking about?”

“Oh well. There are some things I do wish to keep private. They’ll just have to learn that and know that I am always watching every single one of them...” Bakmah just continued to stare at the smirking mare for a moment more before shaking his head.

“Daemon...I love you.”

Chapter Seventeen

"Poechéstá?" Please? asked Lilian, trying to pout at his younger brother. It was an odd sight considering it's supposed to be reversed. Bakmah looked back at him with an annoyed look as he prepped his body.

"Rú" No. said the drake before returning to his work. Lilian groaned.

"Zemyé? Yéména awstá umé awmé." Why? You get to go. said Lilian. Bakmah sighed.

"Is there a reason why you are speaking to me in our family language?"

"Because we need to act like family again. Now, tirúszem dúyé nianastá." answer my question.

Bakmah sighed. "Ubéshu shus dúyé taméká. Yéména tirí shurú sbétipoe umé camédú." This is my job. You are not in shape for this.

"Ti tidú poestárítwa sbétipoe." I am in perfect shape. said Lilian with a huff. Bakmah sighed.

"I'm too out of practice for this." He shook his head. "I can sense your body's failure. If your magic goes dead in a place like that, it won't be good for you."

"Then make it possible for me." said Lilian.

“Snuffy’s pregnant!” The purple unicorn mare said this loudly as she entered the room. “So...I think you already made it possible, Lili.” Silence fell over the room. Lilian stared blankly at the mare before pitching forward, falling on the floor face first. “Now that is taken care of, what were you two talking about? You sound like you’re leaving somewhere...”

"A quick trip to the dragon countries. Maybe just a fly over, maybe touch down if I need to. A dragon my size should be a good source of topic before I set up a good approach." He gestured down to his brother. "Numb nuts here wants to come with to help out." He thought for a moment. "Is Snuffy really pregnant or was that just a way to get him worked up?"

“But I thought you wanted to work on our relationship. I actually got Celestia to come here... Plus, I think it may be a good idea to talk about some things before you went that way. You haven’t been to your homelands for some time. Things have changed.”

"I guess...." He looked back to his original body. "For another day then. So, I'm guessing Sunbutt is coming today or have you two already set up a date?"

“She’ll be here shortly. No guards, no Luna...Just little ol’ Celly.” Daemon giggled. “Last time she was in this place would be when she destroyed my original body...Ah, memories...”

"It's almost disturbing how you recall that with a smile...." He shook his head. "At least this time will be in more merry greeting. So, where shall we take this meeting? The bedroom will lead to things, the kitchen hardly seems appropriate, and this room has a mile and a half long dragon relaxing in it."

“Throne room, of course.” Daemon just shrugged. “You wanna just leave Lili like that?”

"We should probably take him to Snuffy....then secretly use a spell to listen in as she tries to explain her pregnancy when he wakes up."

“What would there be to explain? I am sure you know how a baby is made...or do I need to teach you again?” Daemon chuckled as she turn towards the door before looking over her shoulder. “Oh yeah, I left you something nice on the bed to wear. We want to make a good impression on Celly if we are asking for her help.”

"It's not the maids outfit, is it?" Asked Bakmah with a sigh as he followed behind her.

“Aren’t you going to grab Lili?”

"Oh fine." The drake snapped his claws, Lilian lifting up into the air before floating up behind him. "But you aren't about to have me sit through counseling in a maids outfit, are you?"

“I have this real nice black dress, leather mind you, with some stocking and a cute bow. I think you will be quite impressed with what I’m wearing.”

"We are supposed to be getting counseled by Celestia, not trying to bed her in the middle of the throne room." He thought for a moment. "It does seem very interesting though."

“...What part of me explaining what I was going to wear had sex involved with it?” Daemon looked back at him with a raised brow.

"Leather clothing is usually taken in as dominate sex. And if I am guessing correct, the reticle of clothing I am supposed to wear is the maids outfit. That or I'm going through one of your more kinky periods."

“This is not a kinky dress. It is a very fashionable dress made by one of Equestria’s top designers.” Daemon frowned before heading on out of the door. “It just happens to be made of leather...”

"But is my outfit a maid dress?" Asked Bakmah, smirking slightly as he followed her.

“...Maybe I should change to a gown...but I don’t think I have one that matches my bow. I could...No. That wouldn’t work...” Daemon shook her head, sighing. “I really want to wear my bow...”

"You really want to dress up for this, don't you?" Asked Bakmah as he pushed open their bedroom door. Laid out on the bed was a very nice dress in Bakmah’s size. It was definitely designed with the dragon in mind as it complimented his scales very well.

“I don’t dress up enough.” Daemon smiled when she saw the dress on the bed. “Got that dress from Rarity for you and you never wore it.”

"It's meant for my female body...we measured in my female body." He blushed. "Am I supposed to be female through this?"

“No. Try the dress on. You’ll find it fits quite nicely.” Daemon hummed as she trotted over to a door that Bakmah knew wasn’t ever there before.

"It's just....I feel weird wearing women's clothing as a male. Even the maids outfit."

“Would you rather be a female while our little session with Celly, or you could just not wear anything, I guess.”

"It won't be fair to not dress up when you are." he said with a sigh as his body became more feminine. "I can handle sitting through a session with other mares in my female form. I might get some shit from Lilian, but he is too busy dealing with the fact that he will have a litter of pups running around his feet calling him father."

“Bakmah...” Daemon stared at the dragon for a moment. “You really could just stay male. I only pulled that out because we really have nothing dressy for you to wear while male...”

He stopped transforming for a moment. "That's the only reason?" The drake sighed as he became fully male again. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" He snapped his claws, opening his æther once again. He stepped forward until his leathery wings were free from it before turning around and stepping into it fully.

There was a faint sound of rustling and the occasional curse. A few objects were even thrown out to make more room. It was only after a few moments that the drake emerged back from the æther dressed in a tux.

"Had this stored away for gods know how long and I guess I might as well wear it if we are dressing up." He messed with the collar a bit. "Though it seems I made the neck a bit too fat on this body..." The æther disappeared, his wings staying out. Daemon nodded.

“Just a bit...”She said this before opening the mysterious door and walking inside. Bakmah cocked his head before hesitantly following behind her.

"What is with this room that has suddenly appeared in our room?" Asked the drake, staring at the door frame.

“It is my closet.” Daemon yelled from inside. “It’s always been here. Just doesn’t always have a door.”

"Should I be worried about BDSM equipment if I walk in there?"

“Umm...Don’t come in here.” There was some shuffling and then a moment of silence before Daemon’s head popped into view. “There is some stuff that I don’t want you to see right now, okay?”

The drake blinked. "Well...um...okay. Should I be worried about these something's?"

“No...Just stuff I am sure you wouldn’t enjoy seeing...” Daemon disappeared back in the closet.

"You worry me sometimes." said the drake with a sigh as he sat on the bed. "Hurry up so Suntbutt isn't sitting in the throne room by herself."

“I am almost dressed. Don’t get your panties in a knot...and yes, there are a pair of panties under that dress.”

"Well, good thing I put on my tux." He chuckled. “ I might wear the panties when we are private, if you want." There was a large thump from the closet before Daemon came strutting out.

“I might take that offer.” The dress she wore held tight to her figure, showing off her curves as she moved. The hem of the dress rode up to just high enough cup her flanks and hide her marehood underneath. She had on black fishnet stockings and a light blue bow, the fabric of it seemed to shimmer as it caught the light. “You’re about to drool on your tux.”

The drake blushed as he wiped his jaw. "W-well, it seems we are more dressed for a date night than a meeting with a counselor." said the drake as he stood from the bed.

“It does...” Daemon looked herself over as the closet door behind her just sunk into the wall. “I guess it does... We’ve never really had a good proper date, have we?”

"Unless you want to count that dinner when we were gender swapped, no. We have not." The drake walked over to her and picked her up, cradling her. "We could go on one once this is over."

“It is a nice thought.” Daemon nuzzled against his chest. “But I don’t think you’ll be in the mood after this meeting... I like your scales more than this cloth.”

"You are the one who wanted to dress up." He nipped her ear. "If I'm still in the mood afterwards, you are free to strip me of these clothes."

“I would do so forcefully and without hesitation or mercy.” Daemon grinned up at him. “Maybe with Celly still in the room.”

"Kinky mare." The drake pulled her in for a kiss. "I think we should head out there before we suddenly hit the sheets."

“Bakksy, you lay on the sheets, not hit them.” Daemon laughed as she rolled out of his grasp. “ “C’mon Bakksy. Don’t wanna fall behind.” Daemon punctuated this by lifting her tail as she walked, her firm flank showing quite nicely under the tight dress.

"I swear you are trying to get me horny just because I can't do anything through the meeting." said the drake with a sigh.

“You don’t think I would do that...right?” Daemon giggled before stopping at the door and looking at Lilian on the floor. “Why don’t you teleport your brother to Snuffy’s room or something. I would rather not leave him in here and I don’t think you really want to carry him around the whole time...”

"True...." Bakmah snapped his claws as the white drake disappeared. "I still would like to see how he takes it when Snuffy actually tells him." said Bakmah as he walked up next to the mare, putting his arm around her.

“Well...Snuffy doesn’t even know yet...” Daemon opened the door with her magic, ducking out from under his arm and heading out of it. “So there is that.” She turned back to smile at him as she headed towards the throne room.

"Now I really wish I had bugged him with a listening spell or something." He chuckled. "Well, let's get this done with then. I was never really too comfortable with the idea of sitting down with a counselor."

“Oh, don’t worry, Bakksy. It’ll be fine. Just...take a deep breath and smile.” Daemon gave a smile of her own as she pushed through the door of the throne room. Celestia was sitting in the room alone, like Daemon had said before. No guards seemed to have accompanied her. “Hi Celly!”

Celestia gave the two’s outfits a disconcerting look before shaking her head. “You are late, Daemon. You told me we were going to meet here a half hour ago. You know this place makes me feel...uncomfortable.”

“Sorry. It’s Bakmah’s fault. He just couldn’t find anything good to wear.” Daemon grinned at the princess. “And are you still hanging over the fact you nearly ended my life here? Get over it... I have.” Daemon sat down in front of Celestia, looking up at her with an unwavering smile.

The drake rolled his eyes as he stood next to the unicorn. "It wasn't my fault I wasn't told about this until just a little while ago."

“So, Celestia, as a professional relationship counselor, what advice do you have for me and Bakksy?”

The Princess blinked in confusion before donning a slight frown. “What?”

“You know. Me and Bakksy are having a few problems in our relationship and thought you would be the perfect pony to help sort us out.”

Celestia took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That is what you brought me here for?” Daemon nodded happily. “Daemon... I am happy you are trying to make your relationship with Bakmah work out, I really am, but there are some more important things we should be focusing on. Like Exitium’s declaration on the upcoming war. We still have very little information on what he is doing. I thought that is what you wanted me here for today.”

"You didn't tell her our reasons about why we called her here for?" Asked the drake, lifting an eyebrow at the mare next to him. Daemon sighed heavily.

“I didn’t tell her anything.”

“I do appreciate you two looking to me for advice, but I can’t be your...counselor right now.” Celestia stood up. “I have an entire nation to prepare for war. I am sorry.” Celestia turned to leave until she was stopped by Daemon clearing her throat.

“Exitium has located his base of operations in the Dragon countries. He has recruited over two thousand Gryphons for his cause and many other species have been flocking towards him in hope of getting a piece of Equestria’s land when it falls. I have seen Diamond dogs, Manticores and even some ponies. He also has...” Daemon glanced at Bakmah quickly before looking back to Celestia. “He has at least ninety percent of the dragon population under his full control. I am not sure how he has done this.” Daemon bit her bottom lip. “He just seems content on expanding and training his army right now...”

Bakmah closed his eyes as he placed his claws under his chin. The drake took a few deep breathes before turning towards the way he came in, teleporting off his tux as he did so. "I am prepping my body." He said as he put his claw on the door.

“Thank you for the information, Daemon...” The Princess of the Sun looked over at Bakmah before sighing. “I will leave you two alone now.” Daemon nodded as Celestia turned to leave before turning and trotting towards Bakmah.

“Aren’t you glad I stopped you from going on that trip?” Her laugh was weak and dry as she came up to him. “I am sorry, Bakksy...I just-” She was interrupted by Snuffy suddenly pulling the door open. She blinked at Bakmah and Daemon before cocking her head.

“Why is Snuffy’s mate in her room unconscious?”

“You’re pregnant. He fainted when he heard.”

“Oh...” Snuffy nodded slowly. “Snuffy will return to him...” She slowly closed the door back and claws could be heard scraping against the ground as the hybrid took off running back to her room.

Bakmah sighed as he opened the door and started walking back to his lab. "Ninety percent....under pony control." He took a deep breath. "Ever since dragon's existed my family has ruled over them, and now they follow a fucking pony."

“False Alicorn actually. I am not sure you could call him a pony really...not anymore. I really don’t understand how he did it. He has all those dragons and other species under one banner. I knew he always had a bit of a silver tongue but this...This has gone past my expectations. I have already started on making arrangements to try and counter this...”

"I am not going to wait for this....blasphemy to be fixed." Bakmah growled as he pushed open his lab room doors. Almost immediately, his claws took on a heavy red glow, orbs lining the walls as he began to create copies. "For millennia, dragons have rarely worked alongside any other species, let alone follow under one of a different species as us."

“I know.” Daemon just watched Bakmah for a moment. “You do have to admit that it is a bit impressive he got them all to work together like that. There aren’t many who would have that kind of ability.”

"Yes, but while it is impressive, it is not in good heart, I assume." His gaze softened as his claws dimmed, more and more bodies finishing their construction. "You get that many creatures to work together it is for peace, not world war."

“I guess so. So what is it you’re planning on doing? Running over there to face Exitium down?”

"That is the gist of it." said the drake as he began to climb up on his own back. He settled himself between the shoulder blades as he began to mold the skin and scales over the lower half of the body.

“Do you really think you could even get close?! Most of his army is trained and will probably attack you on sight. You think you have any chance against that onslaught AND Ga...Exitium?”

The drake paused in his transforming. "You were about to say Galleon..." He shook his head. "I don't know...I'm still going to try." He took a deep breath. "There is more to all of this then you are giving me. I know that much."

“I...” Daemon sighed. “I don’t know what to say...”

"You can start with why you are so keen on keeping me from going to Exitium."

“Because I don’t wish to see you come to harm.”

"With war not far off, it will be difficult to not see me come to harm." He took a deep breath. "What would you do if the roles were reversed? You were the one wanting to run off into battle and I was the one who wanted you to stay for the sake of not wanting to see you hurt?"

“I would...I would stay. There is too much at stake to run into battle right now.” Daemon looked up at him with a firm stare.

The drake took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. "I want to go, to right this wrong, but..." He let his head fall. "But I don't want leave you..." He placed his head in his claws.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Bakksy...but if you do decide to stay, I’ll be in our room. Okay?” Her face softened as she smiled at him, turning around to head out of the lab.

"Daemon..." He sighed as he removed the scales and skin from himself. He slid down the side to the floor before making his way to her. "I-I'll stay."

“I’ll only accept that if it is truly what you want to do...” Daemon didn’t look back at him, only staring at the door.

"I want to right their wrong, but my love for you and my want for us to be able to work together makes me want to stay."

“Thank you, Bakmah.” Daemon turned to look back at him. “It looks like I can’t tear that tux off you anymore, but if you want, I’ll let you tear this dress of me...or I can keep it on. Whatever you would like more.” Daemon wiggled her rear before opening the door and walking through it.

The drake chuckled as a blush crept over his features. "I would like it if you removed it yourself, nice and slow for me."

“I guess you want that with a dance?” Daemon called back to him. “To the bedroom then, Bakksy~”

Bakmah chuckled as he took off after, closing and locking the lab behind him. He opened the bedroom door and made sure to close that as well, not wanting the other occupants of the home to walk by and peek in on them. Daemon was sitting just by the bed, her lips pulled into a smirk.

“So, Bakksy, how do you want this to go down?”

The drake thought for a moment before he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He smirked. "You strip for me while doing a nice little dance. Don't be afraid to touch and feel."

“Oh, I won’t.” Daemon turned to face away from the drake before raising her flank into the air. Bakmah knew Daemon had started dancing, but it looked like the mare was trying to shake something stuck to her butt, jerking it to and fro. Bakmah blinked at her for a moment, having seen enough strippers in his time to know the difference between someone having done it a few good years and someone who had no idea what they were doing.

"Um, Daemon? Do you even know how to strip dance?" Asked the drake with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure!” The mare suddenly backed in between his legs, a bit too hard if he was a stallion. “It’s just like regular dancing but very close while taking what you’re wearing off.” The dragon could feel the heat from the mare’s nethers as she grinded against his crotch. Daemon looked back at him smiling happily.

"Let me clarify, then. Are you good at dancing?" Asked Bakmah, silently preparing his magic just incase he needed to protect certain areas of his body from harm.

“Umm...” Daemon slowed to a stop. “I...I’ve never danced before. I have seen ponies dance.”

Bakmah sighed. "Dancing isn't something you can learn by watching someone. It takes practice and a teacher sometimes. Amara was mine, no matter how many times I tripped her or both of us when she was teaching me before our wedding."

“How was your wedding?” Daemon leaned back against Bakmah. “Did you have a nice one?”

"For my first one ever, yes." He wrapped his arms around her. "I could have tripped less during the dance, but it was great. My nervousness about the whole thing was gone by the time she came down the aisle." He chuckled at the memory. "I remember a few of my friends at the time had to drag me out of my dressing area."

“So you did dress up? Is a dragon’s ceremony a lot different than a pony’s?”

"In some ways. I doubt the males of the group go beating the crap out of the each other the day before. There is also the fact that we are married by the elder of the tribe or herd we are a part of. We moved a lot so we were married by the elder of the herd we visited. And food isn't exactly cake a other such things." He smirked down at her. "Dragon's have a very typical diet of gems, though we do eat meat, vegetables and fruits."

“Sounds like it would be alright...but mine would have to have cake...and icecream! I wonder who I could invite though. There would be Celestia and Luna...I would make Crystal come.” Daemon nodded as she ticked things off of a list in her head. “Who would you bring to our wedding?” Daemon asked the dragon suddenly.

"Wedding? Wouldn't being both immortal take the point out of marriage?" Asked the drake.

“I thought so.” Daemon sighed. “But...I didn’t marry Galleon, so I have never had a wedding before and I would like to have one with you.”

Bakmah chuckled, setting his head on hers. "My list will be short. Lilian is about the only one I'm close to here. The others you would have probably invited."

“I see.” Daemon took one of the dragon’s claws into her hooves. “So...Bakmah...will you marry me?” Bakmah lifted Daemon and turned her around so they were facing each other.

"Like you had to ask." He leaned forward, capturing her mouth in his. He held it for a few seconds before breaking off with a small smile. "I would love to marry you, Daemon."

“Then you better have a good ring and we are in a romantic location when you ask me for real.” Daemon grinned. “Now...seems like we are forgetting the strip dancing. Shall I continue?” She began to rub against his crotch again.

"After your recent display of dancing, I think I'll go with tearing off that beautiful dress myself and rutt you hard. Well, that is if Rarity can replace the dress." He ran a claw down the side of her body.

“You are not tearing this dress up.” Daemon said with a smile and slight growl. “But I do have an idea...” The unicorn lifted up before fixing herself over the tip of his cock before using her magic to pull her dress out as much as she could, which wasn’t much, before sliding his member in between the material of the dress and her marehood. He slid in with ease due to slickened leather and the mare’s soaked folds. “Don’t worry about stains. It’s why I got the dress made of leather...easier to enchant than most fabrics.” Daemon came up and slid back down, his member fitting nicely against her folds.

The dragon moaned as he gripped her sides. "I was going to suggest I tear your ass instead, but I think this is just as good." Daemon pushed his claws off of her.

“That can be for later.” She slid all the way down his shaft until the drake’s tip was prodding at the base of her tail from under the dress. “You never did say anything about my new dress.”

The dragon moaned as he shifted his hips. "For the first dress that isn't a maids outfit, I think you look gorgeous in it."

“I think you would say that about anything I wore, wouldn’t you?” Daemon giggled as she grinded against his dick.

The drake purred. "I prefer you in the nude more than anything. Nice and exposed."

“But if I was like that, you would not be experiencing this right now.”

The drake moaned as he put his head back. "Mmm, yes. Doesn't mean I can't imagine."

Suddenly, Daemon pulled a knife out from under her dress, stabbing Bakmah’s penis through. “Take that for fucking my daughter, you son of a bitch!”

Chapter Eighteen

Bakmah frowned as he stirred. The warmth of the furry body next to him was gone. “Daemon?” he said as he opened his eyes, quickly spotting the mare sitting at the foot of the bed with her back to him.

“Good morning and Happy Birthday, Bakksy. What? Did you think I wouldn’t find out just because you didn’t tell me?” The mare looked back at him with a smile. “I have a special present for you.” The drake couldn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the thick, black leather collar fastened around the unicorn’s neck.

“I have been thinking...you just sort of get dragged along with whatever I plan, not having much say for yourself. I don’t really suppose you mind much or I figure you would have said something by now and I am not so easily changed in my ways, but I thought that maybe, for one day, you could have complete control over everything. And I do mean everything.” Daemon picked up the leash that was lying on the bed, the handle dangling in the air.

“All you need to do is slide your claw in here,” she said past the leash. “And I am yours without resistance.”

Bakmah blinked at her before shifting a bit. "I...I don't know."

“The choice is yours, Bakksy. You don’t have to accept it. Just know I have no other presents setup for you though. If you’re worried about the length of the leash, it’ll stretch at your will and if the situation becomes extreme, the leash will break. I just really want you to have fun without worrying I am gonna whisk you away to do something else, Bakksy.”

Bakmah stared at the leash before standing. Instead of walking to her, he walked past her and to the door, opening it. "You can join me for breakfast when that leash and collar is put away." He closed the door behind him as he walked over to the room next door. He pushed through the kitchen door to find Daemon already at the table, still wearing the leash and collar.

“Why are you so repelled by this idea? I thought you would like something like this, Master Bakmah.”

Bakmah cringed at the name. "It's a long story I do not feel like delving into. Please remove it." He walked past her again as he grabbed his bag of quartz as well as a bowl from the cabinets, milk appearing next to him.

“Maybe I enjoy wearing this. Yes, I believe I might wear one of these from here on out. Get one for everyday of the week. Maybe even the month.”

"DAEMON DELIRUM, TAKE OFF THE FUCKING COLLAR!" seethed Bakmah, the milk flying across the room as he glared at her.

“Now that is an interesting reaction. I am assume something happened back when you ruled over some dragons? I could be wrong.” Daemon’s face took on a new expression Bakmah never seen before from her. “But...aside from that, I...I can’t take it off.” The mare frowned a bit in embarrassment.

"What?" asked the drake, his eye twitching violently.

“I seem to have...maybe made a...slight magical miscalculation. You see, the sealing magic wasn’t suppose to activate until the handle of the leash was around your claw, but it seems to have activated when I put the collar on. It won’t come off until the magic is spent.”

The drake stared at her for a moment. After a brisk silence, Bakmah grabbed the pouch and headed to the door once again. "I'm going to be in Ponyville for most of the day. Do not follow me."

“Wait!” Daemon called to the drake as he reached for the door. “There is a bit more...” Daemon rubbed her hooves together a bit nervously. “The magic is only spent when it is used for its intended purpose and with the slight miscalculation I made...pretty much anyone can put their hoof, claw, or hand through that handle and I would have to follow what they say...” Daemon looked away from Bakmah. “I really didn’t expect you to turn this away...”

Bakmah sighed, putting his head against the door. After a while he spoke. "Does the intent have to be sexual or is it anything?"

“Anything you wish to do at all. If all you wanted to do was walk me around the park all day, then so be it...” Daemon tilted her head. “You do know that even with this on, I am still me. It doesn’t take away my free will, I am just less prone to my whims.”

Bakmah sat there for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "Have Lilian and Snuffy go walk you and let me know when that is off." He opened the door and went out into the hall. Yet again, the mare was sitting before him. “Daemon, I meant it. I don’t want you following me with that thing on. Now let me through.”

“What?” Bakmah jerked his head to the kitchen door as it creaked open, Daemon popping her head out. “I am not in your way...” He looked back to the Daemon sitting in the middle of the hall, the one there not wearing a collar.

“Bakmah, I really would rather not be tethered to your brother for twenty four hours and Snuffy would find it insulting if I had her do it. Might find it insulting even if Lili does it...”

"How are you..." He looked back at the Daemon in the door. "Over there?"

“Umm, because we were just in the kitchen?”

"No, I mean in the hall. You are right there." He pointed at the collarless Daemon. The collared one frowned and fully left the kitchen. She took a couple steps towards the Daemon he pointed at.

“I don’t see nor sense anything, Bakksy. Are you alright?” She looked back at him.

"No, I'm perfectly fine. But I swear, there are two of you." He shook his head. "I don't know what's going on."

“There is nothing there and I would know.” The collared Daemon turned around and walked up to the drake. “Bakmah,” When Daemon said his name, the collarless Daemon shattered like she was made of glass. She began falling apart, the pieces fading away as they fell. What was the most offsetting, though, was the wide grin she wore as she fell apart.

“I am sorry. I didn’t know this would stress you out to the point of seeing things...” The collared unicorn spoke normally, oblivious to what was happening behind her.

"I..." He blinked before sighing. "I should leave before I get a headache."

“This will still be here when you get back.” Daemon put a hoof to the collar around her neck. “I will let no other have me that way...”

"And I can't accept your gift. It was a nice thought, but..." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I can't risk it." He muttered to himself.

“What exactly do you think you are risking, Bakksy?”

"Ponies lives." He pushed past her and made his way towards the throne room.

“That is a very vague answer and there are no risks involved in this.” Daemon grumbled as she followed him.

"I used ponies and dragons as much as I killed them. Got myself leverage and had them do my will. From getting me things, to killing others, or just being suicide bombs." He sighed. "You are giving me, a proved psychopath, free access to the most powerful being with a faulty collar."

“No. I already told you what this is and that is far from it. I will not kill for you, I will not be a suicide bomb, and you do not have free access. I will do what you ask of me to a point. If you try and get me to do something I am adamantly against, the leash will snap. I have already checked this thing over for anymore faults, there are none.”

"I still don't want to risk...him getting out. He almost did twice."

“Then I guess you will just have to get used to me wearing a collar then.” Daemon threw the leash around her neck like a scarf. “Because I refuse to let anyone else use this because you want to be a stubborn mule about a fear that shouldn’t be a problem.” Daemon quickly spun around and headed back to the kitchen.

Before she got very far, Bakmah grabbed her by the shoulder and whipped her around, tearing off the scarf and throwing his claw through the handle. "If he gets out..." The drake growled her lowly.

“He...” The handle of the leash tightened around the drake’s claw to fit snug and quite firm. There was just the slight tingle of magic as Daemon’s eyes dilated a moment before going back to normal. She then simply sat down, facing Bakmah. “Won’t...” Daemon’s voice was a lot smoother and softer, quite obviously more subdued.

"Good." He sighed. "Might as well take you for a walk then." said the drake as he headed towards the staircase.

“As you want, Bakmah.” Daemon only started moving as soon as she felt the slightest tug of the leash.

"Okay, now this thing just turned creepy....and I have to deal with this for twenty four hours." He sighed as they began up the stairs. "How am I supposed to deal with a monotones Daemon for the next twenty four hours?"

“I do not know. I will start thinking of a solution immediately, Bakmah.”

"This is both the best and worst plan you have had our entire relationship." said Bakmah, shaking his head. "It's almost like me being here effects you as much as it does me." The mare did not comment, just following the drake quietly.

"This is going to be a long day...."

“I thought it would help.”

“You did not need to wipe my mouth for me.”

“You had a spot. It would have been embarrassing if a pony or likewise saw you.”

"I think it was embarrassing enough that you wiped my mouth in public." said Bakmah with a sigh. "Anything else you have to do to me in public?"

“No. I will not do anything more unless told specifically.” Daemon perked her ears a bit as she stared at the dragon.

"Let's see then. We managed to waste at least ninety percent of the daylight walking around the park, freaking the shit out of Crystal, and eating a late dinner with some cake that I somehow got from Pinkie Pie. Not much more until I came head to bed and wake up unburdened and with my Daemon." He sighed. "Now what to do before then?"

“Anything you desire...within reason."

"And if I desired to be free and you have that collar removed?"

“That is not within reason, I’m afraid.” The mare let her ears relax a bit.

The drake sighed as he scanned his surroundings. He paused as he spotted the stallion he had the displeasure of meeting not long ago. He decided to come over and express his displeasure for dragons, cross-breed relationships, and bringing bedroom wear out into public.

Bakmah watched as the stallion sat at one of the far tables on the patio, obviously complaining to the group of ponies with him by the looks of his facial expressions and the occasional hoof or glare pointed his way.

"Gods, how I wish you would just go rip his throat out." muttered the drake, glaring at him from across the patio.

“I would need a longer leash to reach him, Bakmah.”

His eyes flashed. "Then I wish your leash was long enough for you to tear his throat out of his body and end his miserable existence." Growled the drake.

“No.” Daemon put a hoof on the table. “You were told no extreme conditions. Death is applied as extreme.” The mare’s voice was still monotonous and soft, even her gaze toward Bakmah held an aloofness to it.

The drake growled as his free claw glowed. There was a scream from across the patio as the stallion's head was smashed against the table before he was thrown across the area. "Completely shattered muzzle, fractured skull, internal bleeding that may lead to a brain aneurysm and death. Estimated time to death, four long, painful hours." said the drake mechanically as he went back to his dinner.

Sighing, Bakmah stood and placed the bits for the meal on the table. "Let's just head home. I...I think I'll call it early tonight." said the drake as he started off towards the direction of the Everfree.

The walk home was taken in silence, mostly because Daemon hardly ever spoke. Bakmah began to think of why Daemon would think he would like this, but trying to figure out Daemon usually just caused more headache.

He sighed as they finally made it to the entrance to their home. Bakmah was the first to traverse down, Daemon not far behind him as the sun began to set. He grumbled as he shuffled through the throne room towards their room.

Once inside, Bakmah immediately got under the covers with a sigh, closing his eyes as he let the mattress relax his body. He ignored the shifting of the bed as Daemon got in with him. "Good night, Daemon."

Bakmah knew something was off when he woke up in mid air. He hit the ground with a large thud, trying to figure out what had happened. Before he could get his bearings, he was hit by a blunt blast of magic, sending him tumbling across the floor.

“OUT!”

Bakmah looked up to the bed, seeing Daemon standing there with a fire in her eyes. The collar still was around her neck but the leash was nowhere to be seen.

“Get out! Get out and I don’t want to see you here again until I feel you’ve made things right!” Daemon’s horn grew bright as she leveled it with Bakmah, preparing to blast him again. “And you better hope he survives...” She ended with a growl.

Bakmah stared blankly at her as his tired mind tried to figure out the scene before him as well as what had happened the day before. As he did, his eyes slowly grew, his scales growing paler.

"I didn't...did I?" he said to himself softly. He looked up as he remembered that he had an alicorn pointing a prepared spell at him. He sighed as he stood. He put his head in his claws as he took a deep breath before looking her in the eyes. "How long has it been?"

“I. SAID. GET. OUT!” Daemon let loose the spell, it hitting the floor in front of Bakmah. The hole and debris it made told Bakmah she wasn’t using blunt force magic anymore.

The drake winced but held. "I need to know, how long since Destá attacked the stallion? I need to know this if he is to survive." Bakmah silently preparing an ether barrier.

“You will leave here. You will find him and make this up to him and his family. He is in a private clinic. I do not care if you have to live in servitude to him for the rest of his life, if you want to come back to me ever again, you WILL do it.”

"And I need to know how long it's been before I do that. If I do not know, I might as well give his family a bouquet of flowers and serve them." He sighed. "I knew that the collar was going to lead to Destá getting some control." he whispered to himself.

“He is alive, I can guarantee that.” Daemon’s horn lit up again, but instead of the deep purple aura it usually had, it was now a violent red. “Now leave.”

Bakmah sighed as he turned around. "I'll have my lab and things moved in the morning. He will be fine in a few hours if all goes well." With that, the drake was gone in a faint flash of white.

Bakmah stared at the small clinic, a sad look across his face as he stared at the doors. He let out a heavy sigh as he pushed them open.

The nurse behind the desk looked at him skeptically. "Um, excuse me, but do you have any appointments?" she asked, looking over the dragon.

"No. Um...you had a patient brought in yesterday. Shattered muzzle and broken skull, maybe." said Bakmah, shuffling a bit. "I kinda need to see him."

"Yes....room 317... ". The nurse watched as the dragon thanked her and shuffled down the hall. She sighed as she went back to the paperwork on the desk. "I should have stayed in Canterlot. They had less weird shit there." muttered the nurse.

Bakmah scanned the plates on each door as he walked down the hallway. The feeling of sickness lingered in the air, though it was less heavy than at hospitals. He could feel the stallion's decreasing health in the relatively empty building.

After awhile, he came to the appointed room. He listened as he heard muffled voices, a few sniffles here and there. The drake took a deep breath as he knocked on the door. He waited as he heard the voices quiet down, hoof steps approaching the door.

The door opened as a dark blue mare with a green mane stuck her head out. She stared at him before glaring at him. "You are the dragon from the café yesterday. You have to be the one who did this to my husband!"

Bakmah sighed. "Yes and no. It's complicated. Now, if you want your husband to live, I suggest you let me in." He looked at her sadly. "I am the only one alive that can save him now."

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

“Lower your voice, Lilian. He brought it upon himself.” Daemon sat laid back in her throne, looking down at the white drake.

"What did he do to get banished from his finacé's house?" asked the drake, glaring at her.

“He almost killed a pony for having a differing opinion. I will not stand that kind of behavior if he wants to be with me.” Daemon crossed her hooves as she raised a brow.

"Bakmah did that?" Lilian shook his head. "That couldn't have been him. He takes death seriously after Mom died...."

“Obviously not serious enough.” Daemon leaned her head back, staring at the ceiling. “He wants us to have a foal and this is how he acts.”

Lilian sighed. "He probably didn't take offense personally, but took offense that he insulted you." The drake shook his head. "That or it was Destá. I was told by Thera on how he is and I'm not surprised that he chose that moment to cause some pain."

“I don’t see that as an excuse. He is responsible for his actions.” Daemon looked back at Lilian. “There is no defending what Bakmah did.”

"Even if he can't control Destá?" He sighed. "Anyways, the real question is IF he will come back."

“If?” Daemon stared at Lili with a blank expression, mindlessly hooving at the collar still around her neck. “There is no if on that, Lili.”

"You act like you know everything about him, yet he has more secrets that I know he did not tell you."

Bakmah stared at the tan stallion that lay broken on the clinic bed. His glazed over eyes stared at Bakmah with a combination of fear and hatred. The recurring beep of the heart monitor rang in his head.

Bakmah kneeled down so that he was level with the stallion, ignoring the glares directed at him from the family members around him. "I'm sorry I did this. I....lost control and did something wrong and lost someone close to me because of it." Bakmah looked at the other ponies in the room. "I will heal you back to full health, then I will make it up to you in anyway you need me to within reason."

Bakmah stood. "I have to make contact with your muzzle to get the full effect. I am about to forcefully realign each bone with my claws and magic then I will seal the together. After that, I will fix the cracks in your skull and remove the blood blockage in your brain." He lifted his claws just above his muzzle. "This will be agonizingly painful, but it is worth being able to live another day."

Bakmah placed his claws on the stallion's muzzle, getting a wince in return. He took a deep breath before squeezing, a series of cracks and pops sounding as the bones were moved into place. The stallion let out a muffled scream as he tried to escape.

"Hold him down! I can't get this down if he struggles!" shouted the drakes to the others in the room. They hesitated before pushing down on his lower half, keeping his movements restrained as Bakmah started to mend the bones in his muzzle.

Once that was done, he quickly placed his claws on the stallion's head, removing the blood build up as he healed wounds and sealed the skull. After a few minutes, the stallion calmed down and Bakmah removed his claws from his head.

The stallion blinked as he sat up, removing the bandages from his muzzle. He worked his muzzle for a few seconds. After finding nothing wrong, he lightly tapped his head to find it good as new. He gave a triumphet laugh and turned to Bakmah, the drake just about to exit the room.

"I still haven't thanked you, sir." Bakmah's ears perked. He turned around to see the stallion smiling at him. "Thank you for saving me."

Bakmah chuckled softly. "I have too soft of a heart." His smile faded. "Sometimes." He sighed, turning around. "I am sorry, but I must be off. I have some important business to take care of." With a small wave the drake left the family to celebrate among themselves.

Daemon laid across her throne, pulling at her collar with a sigh. “It’s not coming off...” She said to no one in particular. “Gonna have to change bodies...but the ones I have aren’t suitable for everyday use...”

"I don't see why you need to take it off. Looks rather comfortable." said Lilian with a shrug.

“It is. Better than the tiara I was assigned.” Daemon thumped the back of the throne, opening a small compartment to reveal a rather showy tiara. “I don’t really like the thing. It isn’t...me, but every princess needs one or so they say. I keep it just in case.” Daemon used her magic to close the compartment.

"We never had a crown or anything." The dragon shifted. "So now what do we do since you decided to banish Bakmah?"

“He isn’t really banished. It is more of a temporary suspension. He needs to learn more discipline if that is all it takes for him to lose control.”

"If he comes back." reminded Lilian. "We don't exactly know what he is going to do after he is done with the stallion."

“Stop saying if. He’ll come back...”

"What makes you so sure?"

“Because...” Daemon paused a moment, thinking. She sighed before rolling off her throne to her hooves. “Because he has to, Lili. He can’t leave me like this...”

"But didn't you sound like you left him? Maybe he thought you didn't want him anymore...."

“Not quite. I told him to fix what he did before he comes back to me.” Daemon frowned. “I did tell him I wanted him to come back?”

"I don't know. Did you? If not, we may not see him for a few good years since the bastard is good at hiding." Lilian paused. "Of course, he is still probably pissed about Exitium....."

“True, but that has nothing to do with this. He shouldn’t connect the two.” Daemon started walking away from the throne. “Plus...Bakmah wouldn’t be able to hide from me. Not for long.”

"Who knows what he might be up t-" He was cut off by the sound of someone coming down the stairs. Soon, Bakmah was seen walking through the throne room with a downcast look. He ignored the two as he walked into the hallway. A few minutes later he came back with a box in his arms and made his way towards the guest room.

Daemon waited a few seconds before following the drake into the room. “So...how did it go?”

"Fine. The family wasn't so sure and he struggled a bit, but he's fine. Warmed up fast after I was done." he set the box on the dresser and searched the drawers for bedding.

“Is that so?” Daemon closed the door behind her. “What are you doing now?”

"Moving into this room."

“Now why would you be doing that?”

"Reasons."

“I see. I guess that means I’ll be going it alone at night for the time being. A depressing thought.”

"Good luck on that." Bakmah pulled out the red bedding from when he first stayed over in what seemed ages ago.

“So you’re not going to speak to me?” Daemon sat down and leaned against the door, her horn lighting up as she placed a soundproof spell on the room for the unwanted listener outside.

"I'm talking now." said Bakmah as he grabbed one of the pillows from the drawer.

“No. You are giving dull answers. Despite all that I am, Bakmah, a mind reader is not one of them.”

"And what do you expect me to say?"

“I want to know what’s on your mind. You are obviously troubled with something. I would like to know exactly what.”

"It's nothing." muttered the drake as he snapped, the sheets appearing on the bed. He then started to put the belongings from the box into the drawers.

“If you’re acting like this, it’s something.”

"If I wanted to tell you, you would have known what it is by now."

“I-Is it be-because you want-want to ki-kill me?” The voice filled the room. It was undeniably Daemon’s but it stuttered and repeated on itself heavily, somehow reminding Bakmah of a shattered mirror.

"Why do you think I want to kill you?" asked Bakmah, turning around to face Daemon. The mare blinked as a frown formed on her face.

“What? I...What are you talking about, Bakksy? How did you get that out of what I said?”

"I just heard you say it. You thought it was because I want to kill you..." The drake slowly backed up.

“I didn’t say anything like that. What makes you think that I would think that?” Daemon cocked her head. “Are you...are you okay, Bakmah?”

The drake stared at her for a moment. "I....I don't know." He fell back against the wall, staring blankly across the room.

“Should I get Lili...or someone?”Daemon reached for the door but hesitated a bit. The drake did not respond, instead stared out into space with a blank expression. After awhile he shook his head.

"I don't know..."

“Okay...” Daemon slowly made her way over to the drake. “Bakmah...I am worried about you...” The drakes eyes glazed over for a second as he started to go limp. After a few seconds, he sat back and looked at her.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

“Bakmah... I am going to go get your brother. You go into our room and lay down.” Daemon made her way over to the door, stopping about halfway and looking back at the dragon. “And...I’m sorry, Bakksy...”

The drake shook his head again and looked up at her with a blank look. "What?" The mare stared at him for a moment and sighed.

“Just sit there.” She said before dispelling the magic on the room and heading out the door.

"That was a short conversation." said Lilian from the throne. “I hope you don't mind if I sit on this. Haven't sat on one of these in millennia."

“It’s nothing more than a showpiece nowadays.” Daemon looked over the white drake in her throne. “Though, I must say it doesn’t really suit you, but that is beside the point right now. You need to go and figure out what is wrong with your brother. He is apparently hearing voices.”

Lilian frowned as he stood and made his way down. "He shouldn't." He massaged his chin. "He ever tell you what they are saying, what they sound like, anything to make this go faster?"

“Sounds like me, apparently. He got the notion that I think he wants to kill me or something like that. He kind of just clammed up after that.”

"So he heard you say something that you didn't." He scratched his head. "Either Bakmah is becoming delusional, Destá is influencing him in someway, or things are being transferred over his mental link with you. That's all I can think of."

“Hmm.” Daemon rubbed her chin. “Why don’t you go and try to talk to him? You’ve had more experience with this side of Bakmah than me. Maybe you can figure something out. Also, get your ass out of my throne before I fuck it.”

"Snuffy might get a little jealous if you did." said Lilian with a smirk as he walked past her. Before he got to the door, there was a loud thud from inside and what sounded like wood breaking.

"WHY WONT YOU LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?!" came Bakmah's voice, causing the walls to vibrate. Lilian blinked before turning to the mare.

"The hell did you do to him?"

“Nothing. He was lying down against the wall when I left him.”

"I think we should go in there and stop him from trying to kill a piece of furniture....or himself."

“Alright then. Ladies first, Lili.” Daemon grinned at the drake as she offered the door to him. “Hmm...”

"I'm a guy..."

“I can easily change that.”

"Depends if Snuffy swings both ways and is alright with her mate being a female for a day."

“So you are interested. This will be fun.”

The sound of something breaking against the wall next to the door was heard. "We should probably continue this later." said Lilian as he put a claw on the door. He pulled it open just in time to have a dresser smash into his face, sending him across the throne room.

Daemon sighed before cautiously making her way into the room. "Bakksy? Are you behaving yourself in here?" She looked around the demolished room, finding no signs of the drake. She looked up to see a hole in the ceiling.

"Mentally unstable God that is seeing and hearing things that aren't there out loose in public, this can only get interesting." Daemon shook her head before disappearing.

Bakmah panted as he sprinted through the forest, occasionally glancing behind him. Each time, he saw Daemon causally walking towards him, a mix of emotions playing across her face. Each time he looked, she was closer.

The drake gasped as he broke out of the brush and out into the clearing. He searched around before sprinting out towards the town of Ponyville.

He didn't get a few feet before a vine appeared and wrapped around his claw, making him trip. He rolled over to see two Daemon's standing over top of him, one with a look of worry, the other one from before.

"Bakksy, are you okay?" Asked Daemon, giving him a concerned look.

"Get away from me!" The drake thrashed about, trying to sink himself into the ground with his magic, but the earth seemed to reject him.

“Why are you running from me, Bakmah?” Daemon jumped on him, pressing two hooves on his chest to try and keep him still. “Look! This is me. I am here right now. Can’t you feel me?” The shattered Daemon just sat still on the ground next to them, a wide smile still enveloping her face.

The drake said nothing as his eyes darted between the real and shattered Daemon with a look of fear. Daemon stamped on the drake’s chest. “Dammit Bakmah! You are stronger than this. Get! It! Together!”

Bakmah grunted before squeezing his eyes shut. He bit his lip before opening slowly, finding the shattered Daemon gone. He let out a relieved sigh as he let his head fall back. Daemon watch the drake a moment before wrapping her hooves around him and lying her head on his chest.

“There is no reason you need to be running away from me. Don’t do it again...okay?”

The drake was quiet for a moment, pondering what made him run from the other Daemon. After a moment he sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "Alright."

“Now...I believe we should get back. There is the situation of your unconscious brother lying in the middle of my throne room. Snuffy is sure to see him like that if we do not hurry.”

"Not my fault he was in the way." muttered the drake. Instead of getting up, the drake teleported them to their bed. "Might as well sleep here since I trashed my room."

“I wasn’t going to let you sleep in that other room anyways. It is a guest room and you are anything but a guest. Now come on...” Daemon slid off of Bakmah, making sure to slide down the length of his body and between his legs instead of off to the side. “We need to check on Lili.” Daemon smiled happily as her hooves hit the floor and she turned for the door.

Bakmah sighed before snapping his fingers. In the guest room, all the wrecked furniture was placed with new ones. He gave a small nod as he followed behind her. "And if I insist that I sleep in the 'guest' room?" asked the drake with a hum.

“Well then, I guess I would just not make there be a guest room.” Daemon looked back at him with a raised brow. “Are you going to insist?” Daemon let her tail swish from side to side as she walked.

"I was, but I guess I will sleep in our room." He smiled. "I'll just sleep in a different bed."

“No you won’t.”

"I will."

“I will make the damn room one big bed if you keep it up.” Daemon smirked as she reached the door to the throne room. “You are technically my fiance so you will sleep beside me at night.”

"I didn't propose. Plus, I could just not sleep in the house at all. I think the Everfree will do nicely." Daemon turned around to meet Bakmah with a frown.

“Why are you so adamant about getting away from me?”

"I wouldn't be here if I wanted to get away from you. I just don't think it....right for us to sleep in the same room."

“What makes you think that? Was it because I was too hard on you this morning? I am sorry for that but you did act out of place a bit yesterday...”

"No...well...kinda. Hard to explain." He sighed. "Can we hurry up and wake up my brother?"

“He is alright. Snuffy is in there with him right now. Why do you think I stopped us here?” A smug smile worked itself across Daemon’s face. “So what are you going to tell her?”

"That I didn't see him open the door. Its the plain truth." He shrugged.

“Alright. As long as you are prepared for the consequences.” Daemon pushed the door open and walked out into the throne room. Snuffy was sitting in there with the unconscious Lilian’s head lying in her laptop, looking up at Daemon when she entered.

“Why is Snuffy’s mate-”

“Bakmah did it.” Daemon interrupted, quickly making her way to the throne and sitting on it. “He smacked him in the face with a dresser on accident.” Snuffy’s eyes narrowed as she quickly glared at Bakmah.

"Hey, I didn't know he was entering the room." said the drake, putting his claws up defensively.

“Why were you throwing a dresser?” Snuffy slowly took Lilian’s head from her lap and placed it on the floor. “Daemon has always taught Snuffy not to throw things because it is dangerous. Are you telling Snuffy you do not have that much sense?” There was a snicker from Daemon on the throne.

"I was afraid and was trying to protect myself." said Bakmah with a shrug. Snuffy shook her head at this.

“Foolish. When in here, the only thing that is respecting of fear and causes the need for someone to protect himself is Daemon, and she would never cause harm to her mate nor the ones she loves.” Daemon frowned slightly but Snuffy didn’t notice as she walked towards Bakmah. “Now, tell Snuffy why you felt the need to throw a dresser at her mate...”

"I didn't throw it at him. I threw it at Daemon. A different Daemon. One that cried as she smiled, asking why I wanted to kill her and why I didn't." said the drake as he sat down. "Another reason to protect yourself is to fend off the monsters of the mind, Sanufia. They can be just as harmful and deadly as any other creature."

“A different Daemon?” Snuffy looked up to the mare on the throne. “There is another of you?” Daemon just shrugged and slumped in her throne. “That does not make sense to Snuffy. There has only been one Daemon.”

Bakmah shook his head. "I know, but this one...isn't real yet is. She is in my head, but she feels real." He sat down, a far away look in his eyes. "I think I'm going insane...."

“But I am real, Bakmah.” The shattered voice from before echoed in his head. He could see Snuffy’s mouth moving but the voice drowned out all other noise. “I am as real as the Daemon with you now. You could even say that I am realer then she is.”

The drake put his hands on his head, growling. "No. No, you aren't real. You can't be." Snuffy went wide-eyed and took a step away from Bakmah, still saying something but the drake still couldn’t hear her.

“But I am. That’s the beauty of it. And I am growing stronger. I must thank Starsoul next time I see her...” And the voice abruptly ended, allowing the drake to hear the world around him again.

“Bakksy! Can you even hear me?!” Daemon was coming down off her throne to him, worry in her eyes.

The drake looked around the room before turning her. "Y-yes." He looked down at the ground. "Right?"

“Right?” Daemon slowed to a trot as she came up next to him. “Was it...was it like before?”

"Before....? Yes...like before." He took a deep breath. "What is wrong with me?"

“I don’t know, but we will get through this together.” Daemon leaned against the drake to try and comfort him. “What did you see this time?”

"Nothing. I just listened. She....she said she was real.....realer than you....that she was getting stronger...." The drake stared blankly across the room. Daemon shifted uncomfortably beside him.

“That doesn’t sound like the best thing...but it seems like she was aware of what was happening...”

"How?" asked the drake, looking up at her.

“Well, she seemed to pop up to say she was real after you said she wasn’t. Seems pretty aware to me...”

"What...what do we do now?"

“I don’t know. I haven’t really encountered this kind of problem before.” Daemon used her magic to pull Bakmah’s face to hers before kissing him passionately. “But I am here for you.”

The drake looked at her with an odd look. "Do you....do you think I will become insane?"

“Pfft.” Daemon waved a hoof. “Nah. You’ll be just fine, Bakksy.”

"And if I do?" asked the drake, raising an eyebrow. Daemon placed her hoof on Bakmah’s nose.

“Then I would just have to fix that, wouldn’t I?”

The drake smiled softly. "Coming from the who doesn't know the first thing to the soul and mind."

“I will just have to learn. I can do that and I have all the time in Equestria to do it in.” Daemon looked back at Lilian on the ground. “You just gonna keep acting unconscious so Snuffy keeps babying you?”

"It feels nice." admitted the white drake with a chuckle.

“When are you going to tell her you want to be a female?”

"When my brother is done having a mental heart attack."

The hybrid looked back and forth between Lilian and Daemon. “What? What is going on? Why does Snuffy’s mate wish to be a female? Did Snuffy do something wrong?”

"Um...no. You did nothing. I'm just...Bi-curious." said Lilian with a blush.

“He just wants to know what it feels like to be a dragoness for a bit, Snuffy. It is only temporarily.” This seemed to calm the hybrid a bit.

“Snuffy sees...no problems in this as long as it is not permanent. Snuffy prefers her mate to be male...” She curled around Lilian almost protectively. “You like being Snuffy’s male mate, yes?”

"I do. As long as you are okay with having a mate who is more than okay with sucking someone off."

“I could always make Snuffy a male...But not with her being pregnant....I could just give her a penis, though.” Snuffy looked up at the mare with a worried look.

"I don't think Snuffy is as open to being a herm as we are, love." said Bakmah with a chuckle.

“True.” Daemon said with a sigh before brightening up. “That reminds me though. I think you’re in for a good screwing. I think I might go in dry this time.”

"No." Bakmah stood up, brushing himself off. "I'll be in my.lab if you need me." said the drake as he made his way towards the door.

“And I think I’ll bother him.” Daemon started to follow Bakmah but stopped. Her horn lit up and magic could be felt permeating the air in the room. “You’re welcome, Lili.” She said this just before Snuffy let out something akin to a squeak and clasped her legs closed.

“Daemon! What did you do to Snuffy?! Daemon...Don’t leave Snuffy like this!” The hybrid called out to the humming unicorn as she trotted out of the room. “...She left...”

"You’re stalking again. You haven't done this in months." said Bakmah as he entered the hall.

“This is my home. I think I can go where I please.” Daemon smiled smugly as she walked up behind the dragon. “Do you have a problem with my presence?”

"No. I jus-" Bakmah was cut off as a squeal was heard from inside the throne room.

"Lilian! What are doing?!"

"I'm going to test it out. It's not like any penis I've seen."

Daemon chuckled as their voices started growing faint. “I think they found out my little surprise...”

"I can hear that..." Bakmah shook his head. "I have no problems with your presence, I just need time to myself."

“Is that so? I guess I shall leave you alone then. I do have a few activities I have been neglecting. Haven’t clopped myself in ages.” The mare chuckled as she sat down and watched Bakmah continue on.

"You’re calm." observed the drake as he looked back at her.

“Yes. Why would I not be?” Daemon cocked her head as she stared back at him. “Everyone needs a little time to cool down once in a while.”

"It's just one day you were so depressed we weren't in the same bed, now you are okay with the fact that I am denying you sex and sleeping with me..."

“Hmm. I still want to be in the same bed as you, Bakksy. I feel lonely if you’re not, but as far as the sex thing goes...I don’t feel like I need it as much anymore now that I have you.”

"I see." The drake sighed as he sat down against the wall. "It's not you, if you're wondering. It's just....I'm not exactly confident anymore...."

“Really? Now why wouldn’t you feel confident? You are one of the best lovers I’ve ever had.”

"Daemon, I nearly killed a stallion because he just didn't like us being together. There are many more like him and it will get worse if we do have a child. I don't feel confident enough in that regard." The drake grunted as he fell on his back. Daemon walked over and stared down at the dragon.

“You just have to learn how to control yourself. Everyone has their problems. It took me years to keep from snapping at a pony that would cut down a tree. I am sure I even traumatized a filly once for bounding through a flower bed. You just have to learn it in your own time and not really care what anyone else thinks in the meantime. Does it really matter to you that they think what we have is wrong?”

"We both know Destá is a huge factor in all this as well. Twice now, TWICE, I almost let him out." He sighed. "It's been so long that it's hard to keep him contained."

“Bakmah...You are responsible for your own actions.” Daemon sighed as she sat down next to him. “It’s never good to try and suppress any part of you.”

"And it's not good to let out a psychotic dragon god either, so what exactly is your point?"

“Are you saying I should chain you down then? I can definitely make that work.”

"You want me to not try and suppress Destá even though he is twice as powerful as I am and is the cause of many disappearances of entire herds."

“You are who you are, Bakmah. And you act as if I wouldn’t have a back up plan.” Daemon giggled as she swished her tail around to smack Bakmah lightly on the head with it.

Bakmah was quiet for a few seconds. "What is my preferred form of attack?"

“It would all be for naught unless it was physical for what I have planned. And you have seen how well those work against me.”

"What is my prefered magic median?" asked the drake, ignoring her.

“What’s a median?” Daemon winked and smiled at Bakmah.

"I don't have one. I don't use magic. I use a system of Ether portals and spheres that I bend at will do to natural talent. They are impossible to manipulate unless you have direct connection with them. I actually think Luna and Celestia can manipulate them to a degree."

“Mhmm.” Daemon nodded slowly. “So what do you think the best counter action to this is, Bakksy?”

"Depends, you know someone who has a direct connection with Ether and has used it long enough to fend off a millennia old god?" Daemon looked down at Bakmah with a skeptical look.

“Oh...I think I know of someone...”

"Lilian does not have direct connection since he wasn't gifted it like I was. And I doubt Volcanic can control it easily enough without forcing himself to pass on."

“I wasn’t going to count on Volcanic, but you were right. Lilian was not gifted with it like you were...Bakmah.”

The drake sighed. "I'm only pointing out how dangerous it is to let out Destá. There is a reason why I keep him suppressed."

“So let’s see...We need someone with a direct connection to Ether...like you. Someone who can keep Desta suppressed...like you have been doing. And it would help if they knew enough to gauge Desta’s actions and make appropriate reactions...” Daemon tapped a hoof on the ground. “Any ideas?”

"Either you're wanting me to gift you Ether or wanting me to try and keep me in control...."

“It just couldn’t be that simple, now could it, Bakmah?”

"It can't. We aren't related." said Bakmah, crossing his arms. "I didn't gain Ether until Dad was killed. I can't choose who it goes to, especially since I have to die."

“I don’t want Ether.” Daemon shook her head. “I don’t need it anyways. I have all the power I want.”

“And what power we hold...” The shattered voice just grazed the back of Bakmah’s mind before disappearing as soon as it made itself present.

“So what other option does that give?”

The drake shook his head. He hummed for a bit as he looked, over the options. "You know how to give me a fully functioning heart that won't collapse under the magical pressure? It would also help if you had enough knowledge to remove dark entities."

“BAKMAH GENESIS!” The ground around them trembled as Daemon’s mane and tail flared up. “YOU DARE QUESTION MINE, THE MISTRESS OF CREATION’S ABILITY TO CREATE SOMETHING SO MUNDANE, NORMAL PONIES COULD MAKE IT? HAVE THEE SO LITTLE FAITH IN ME?”

"No. You just have the tendency to overlook simple details around me." said Bakmah calmly. "You easily failed to seal a collar correctly that I could see the problem so clearly."

“Well...” Daemon huffed as her tail and mane went back to normal. “That was hardly any fault of my own. I was a bit distracted with all the fun I thought we were going to get out of it.” Daemon lifted her hoof to the collar still around her neck. “When it is something like this, I do not split my attention among things.”

"Yes...." Bakmah let out a deep sigh. "I think it would have been better if you learned more about me before gifting me something so personal. It almost seemed to that you expect me to be a simple creature."

“No, but I did wish to make your birthday special. You could have done nearly anything you wanted with me and I was okay with that... I still am.”

"I am fine with how our relationship is now. Besides, you make everyday special in your own way." The drake gave her a soft smile.

Daemon just raised her brow before standing up, turning around and sitting on the drake’s face. She spread her legs a bit to look down and smile at the dragon under her. “You were starting to sound a bit mushy and you’re only really quiet when you’re mouth is full.” Daemon chuckled as she patted Bakmah on the head.

Bakmah rolled his eyes before picking up the mare and setting her off to the side. "Fine, I won't be romantic anymore. I will only view you as a sex thing since that seems to be how you want it." He said, standing. The drake cracked his back. "Too bad to. I had the perfect romantic place to propose and everything. I was even going to get the ring later. But I guess not."

“Hey! I said nothing about not being romantic. You can be romantic all you want. I was just...I just don't like the mushy kissy face stuff as much. That’s all.” Daemon pouted as she looked to the ground.

"Sure, try and justify yourself." The dragon chuckled. "I'm going to be in my lab for awhile, alone. When I'm done, we can head out to eat." said Bakmah as he put a claw on the lab doors.

“Alright then. I will be in our room. Pleasuring myself. Under the covers. Alone and wanting a thick dragon cock to fill me... Have fun.” Daemon smiled happily at Bakmah.

"You act like we won't have sex by the end of the day." said Bakmah, rolling his eyes. He chuckled as he entered his lab, firmly closing the door behind him.

"I seriously wasn't expecting you to actually be masturbating with a dragon mold dildo when I came back....after ten minutes." said Bakmah as the two of them walked up the stairs.

“I told you I wanted some thick dragon cock. Did you think I was joking? You could have helped me finish though...or was the show just too good?”

"I will help you finish, it just will wait until the time is right." said the drake. Once they were out into the Everfree, the drake looked around to try and figure out his destination. Once figuring out which way he had to go, the drake took off down the path opposite of Ponyville.

“Until the time is right...Well I want the time to be right now. I can feel myself dripping down my leg.” Daemon shifted uncomfortably. “What was so important you couldn’t have at least waited until I was finished?”

"Something you will find out soon enough. Patience is a virtue, one that will make finishing you off all the more sweeter." said Bakmah with a chuckle.

“You better hope so or I am finishing with your tail and not even gonna let you have a taste.” Daemon grumble as she followed the drake.

"I am very sure." said Bakmah as they entered out into a moonlit clearing. He smiled somberly as the image of the dracony Starsoul sitting in front of his grave in the middle of the clearing played through his mind. He shook his head and focused his gaze up at the cloudless sky, the stars shining bright.

"I seriously hope you enjoy this." said Bakmah as he took a seat in the middle of the clearing.

“So...” Daemon looked around before locking her gaze on Bakmah. “It is a nice night. I’ll admit that...”

The drake nodded with a smile. "Indeed." His claws glowed slightly behind his back as he shifted the Ether above them. "Anything special about tonight? The stars are beautiful, from what I see." He looked up into the sky above them. The stars had formed themselves in the shape of a dracony filly, a single star cutie mark on her flank. "Very beautiful indeed."

Daemon slowly looked up into the sky. For a few moments, she was quiet and expressionless until a small smile creeped onto her face. “That is...nice. Luna won’t like you messing with her stars though.”

"As long as I can still give you this." The drake quickly transferred to one knee as he pulled out a ring. Unlike most engagement rings made of gold, this one was a mixture of deep purple and red, the colors wrapping around each other. "Will you, Daemon Delirum, marry me?"

The mare stood there for what seemed an eternity just staring at the ring. She made no movements and even her breathing seemed subdued. Just as it started reaching the point of awkwardness, Daemon slowly frowned and furrowed her brow. “Dammit Bakmah...”

The drake slowly lowered his arms. "I don't und-" It was all the dragon was able to get out before the mare tackled him to the ground, her lips locked on his in fiery passion. It wasn’t until he felt something wet hit his face that he noticed the mare was crying.

"You okay?" he asked softly as he parted, running his claw through her mane. He quickly made sure he had the ring in his magical grasp as to not lose it in the grass.

“Yes, you idiot.” Daemon smiled at him. “I just...I might have gotten something in my eyes when I tackled you.” Daemon nuzzled against the dragon. “Yes, by the way.”

"I figured." He said with a smile. "Also, I call bullshit on the thing in your eye. You are totally crying right now." Daemon jabbed him in the chest with her hoof.

“Just shut up and put it on me.”

He chuckled as he slid the ring over her horn. As he did, a similar ring appeared on his claw. "There. Now, I believe there was the matter of a certain mare needing release?" Daemon said nothing as she went to kiss the dragon again, this time putting a lot more heated passion behind it.

The drake moaned into the kiss as he slowly traced his hands down her body. He could feel as his member slowly grew hard between the two of them. He slowly broke apart, a grin on his face.

“Bakmah...” Daemon said quietly as she stared into his eyes. “Please?” She pressed her body as much as she could against his. “I need you...”

The drake gently kissed her lips. "Of course." He slowly guided his member towards the mare's wet sex, idling there for only a second before pushing into her, earning a moan from her in return.

Bakmah closed his eyes half way as he stared into the eyes of his lover, slowly pumping in and out of her with small pants in between. “Oh, Bakksy.” Daemon leaned back, pushing Bakmah deeper into her as she sat up. She stared down at the drake, matching his half lidded gaze with her own as she began to match her hip movement with her own as the soft sounds of his member sliding in and out of her marehood filled the air.

The drake began to massage the mare's flanks, moaning slightly as he felt the pressure slowly build in his loins. He could tell Daemon was in the same boat as she gripped him, her movements becoming more sporadic. “Bakksy...I love you...but I am about to cum.”

Daemon squeezed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate on making the moment last. The drake hummed as he felt the warm juices trickle down his cock. He let a soft grunt as he brought her down gently, holding her there as he released his seed.

Daemon let out deep pants of breath before chuckling. “I think that is the gentlest I have ever came...and I loved every moment of it.” Daemon let herself slowly collapse on the drake’s chest.

"So did I. Though, I will admit I prefer rougher sex any other time." said Bakmah with a chuckle as he stroked her mane. "I think we should head home before Luna starts looking for us. There are only two beings who can do that and want a dragon/pony child."

Daemon shook her head. “No...I just want to lie here for a moment with you. Lu-lu won’t bother us. I promise.” Daemon smiled and flicked an ear. “Hmm...”

"I'm almost afraid of what you did." The drake chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I just hope Lili and Snuffy are having fun with the present I gave them.”

"He may be fucking a female and dating her, but he is a flaming homosexual." Bakmah shook his head.

“That may be...but he still seems to care for Snuffy to some degree.”

"He did admit to being bisexual, and he did get more personal time to get to know her than I did."

Daemon looked up at Bakmah with a smile. “You know...I have actually been leaving them alone. I haven’t been spying on them or anything so I have no clue how far they have come as a couple. I just know they must be getting intimate often if he got her pregnant. Snuffy doesn’t exactly have a high fertility rate for being a hybrid and all.”

"Would....would our daughter, if we have one, would she have a low fertility rate?"

“Most likely. Cross breeds never seem to have children quite as often. Whether it be male or female. So grandkids and great grandkids might not be happening for quite sometime.”

The drake only nodded as he laid down his head. "What should we do now then?"

“I am not opposed to having another go and then sleeping under the stars. Maybe a bit rougher this time?”

"I second that motion fully."

Chapter Nineteen

Sanufia yawned as she stirred from her slumber, her stretching quickly interrupted when the movement of her lower half was restricted. She looked down to find her mate resting there, but the sight was quickly marred. There sat, fully erect, was the rather large member Daemon felt the need to gift her with.

Snuffy could see the interest Lilian showed in it last night. It held traits from all three of the things she was, yet wasn’t clearly defined by any of them. She reached out to touch it, but thought better of it and moved Lilian’s head off of her. She still wasn’t quite keen on the idea of having a penis.

“Come on, now. Shoo. Go away. Snuffy is not excited in any way.” Snuffy frowned at the thing when she realized it wasn’t showing any signs of going down.

"It's morning wood, it won't go away for awhile." muttered Lilian. He slowly opened his eyes until he met hers. "One of the joys of having a penis."

“This is not a joy.” Snuffy growled slightly. “Snuffy did not want this. She doesn’t feel comfortable with it.”

"You act like we want the genitals we get when we are born. In some ways, I would have liked to be female. Though, that would mean being wide awake as Dad tore out my eggs and quite possibly my womb." He eyed her erect member for a moment. "Either you have to cum or walk around for the next few hours with a hard on."

“Hours?” The hybrid frowned. “Snuffy cannot walk around for hours like this!”

"Lucky for you, males having a rainbow of options. They can go fuck some one, ass or vagina will work, they can have someone suck them off, or, if you are well endowed, you can perform self-oral." said Lilian with a chuckle. Snuffy seemed to pale a bit as he listed off her options.

“But...Snuffy doesn’t want any of those things. She just wants it to go away...”

"And that's how it will go away....the morning wood, at least."

Snuffy’s brow furrowed as she stared at the offending thing. “But who would Snuffy get to...”

"I don't know. How about that bisexual dragon that lives with you? If not, I know a good brothel not far from here."

Snuffy stared at the white drake a moment before rolling onto her side away from him. “Snuffy doesn’t want her mate to do that...”

"And why not?" asked Lilian, scooting closer to her. "You act like this is foreign to me. I am embarrassed to admit it, but I have slept with my fair share of stallions and drakes just as much as I've slept with mare's and dragonesses." Snuffy mumbled something inaudible as she curled up into a ball, trying to make herself seem as small as possible.

Lillian sighed. "Well, I'll let you sit here and hug your boner. Like I said before, either you come to me, go to a brothel, or just let it sit there." said the drake as he stood up. A tail wrapped around the drake’s leg before he could move.

“You’ll...you’ll still like Snuffy afterwards, yes?” The hybrid peeked over her shoulder. “You won’t leave her?”

"Leave you? Snuffy, why would I leave you? You need help, and I'm helping. Sure, it's sexual, but I'm okay with it." He smiled softly at her. "And it's not just because I'm bisexual, either." Snuffy blinked a few times before moving to snuggle up against Lilian.

“That makes Snuffy happy. She was afraid her mate was going to leave because she was different now...”

"If I left because you had a dick, that means I care only about sex and that I am not fit to be the father of our children." He nuzzled her. "I am not like that."

“Snuffy likes her mate.” She said as she nuzzled him back, stopping after a moment. “But she is still unsure about this. It is new to her. Snuffy’s mate does know what he is doing...yes?”

"I am a male and I have had gay sex before, so yes, I do." Snuffy shifted uncomfortably against him.

“How does this start?”

"Same way sex usually starts. Except instead of a vagina, you go in the ass."

“You want Snuffy to...to do that to you?” Snuffy’s eyes widened a bit as she looked up at Lilian.

"If you want to. I could also just suck it. Whichever you prefer."

“Snuffy doesn’t want to choose.” A blush grew on the hybrid’s face. “She was hoping her mate would choose for her...”

"You might have it for awhile, so it is best to get used to choosing what you want to do with it."

“Well...” Snuffy smiled softly, placing two claws on Lilian’s hips before rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her. He could feel her rigid member press against the inside of his thigh as she pulled him in for a kiss, her tail flirting around his.

The drake chuckled as he traced a claw around her face. "Go in slow. You don't want to hurt me, yes?" he said softly as he broke the kiss. He nuzzled her neck tenderly. "Go when you are ready."

“Snuffy’s mate will have to lift up. She cannot do this properly like this.”

"Of course." Lillian lifted himself before gently pushing bringing himself down on her member, the tip pushing against his ass. He bit his lip as he pushed down farther, letting out a moan as the tip entered him. Snuffy gasped when she entered him, now fully wrapping her tail around his.

“Is this the same for Snuffy’s mate when he mates with her?” The hybrid wiggled her hips a bit, as if to get comfortable.

"Mmm, yes." The drake shifted. "Are you going to go?"

Snuffy frowned as her blush deepened. “Snuffy isn’t sure what to do... She has never been the one in this position...”

"Just...push your hips up. Hump me." Snuffy seemed to think for a moment before before thrusting her hips upward. The grimace in her face told him that it was as much uncomfortable for her as it was painful for him.

"Should have lubed her up first." mumbled the drake with a wince. He groaned as he stood up, Snuffy's member fully leaving him. Snuffy quickly moved out from under the drake and curled up into a ball with her back to him again. Her wing trembled slightly as she pulled it over herself.

"I was a bit too eager." admitted Lilian as he walked to the door. "I'll be back in a bit. I need to grab something to make it...more enjoyable and less painful." The white drake left the room. After a few minutes he came back with a small black bottle that was already open, his claw behind him as he rubbed some of the contents on his anus.

"Spread some of that on there."

“No...” Snuffy curled up tighter in her spot. “Snuffy isn’t doing that anymore...”

"You have to at some point. It's better giving than receiving, you just need to lube yourself." He held it out to her. "Trust me, this makes a huge difference." Snuffy let out a deep throated growl.

“No. It hurt Snuffy and her mate. It is a bad thing.”

Lilian stomped. "Snuffy, listen to me when I say I'm sorry for being a dumbass! It only hurt because I forgot to lube it and had you go in dry." He slammed the bottle of lube on the floor between them and crossed his arms.

Snuffy moved her wing a bit so she could stare at Lilian. “Snuffy needs Daemon to make this thing go away. It is only causing problems between Snuffy and her mate.”

Lilian sighed as he kicked the bottle away. "They aren't here. They weren't in their room when I grabbed the lube." Snuffy rolled over to face Lilian, inadvertently showing him she was still fully erect as well.

“Where is Daemon then? She does not usually leave without letting Snuffy know...”

"Bakmah said he was going to propose sometime soon. He probably did last night, things got heated, and they fell asleep shortly after." said Lilian with a shrug.

"I told you we should have stuck with six rounds, but you wanted to go for ten." came a voice from a top the stairwell.

"Shut up, you still enjoyed it as much as I did, Daemon." said Bakmah as he came into view, Daemon trotting up behind him. The drake held an ice pack to his crotch. "Also, I weren't expecting you to go that rough."

“I told you I wanted it a bit rougher...I thought you would be able to keep up. Oh, Good morning you two.” Daemon’s eyes lit up when she saw Lilian and Snuffy, but her face grew more stern as she spotted something else. “Why is my lube in the middle of the floor?”

"I, uh, may have had her go in dry by accident?" said Lilian, shifting slightly under the mare's gaze.

“Not the brightest of ideas, huh?” Daemon’s gaze softened as she moved it to Snuffy. “You alright?”

“No. Snuffy wants this gone.”

“No you don’t. I can tell because it’s still hard.” Snuffy blushed and quickly covered herself with a wing. “If you truly wanted it gone, it would be. Now come, Bakksy. Time for bed. I know neither of us got any sleep last night.” Daemon giggled as she strutted across the throne room.

"Yes, I wonder why." muttered the drake as he followed behind her. Lillian watched as the two left, catching a glimpse of a ring on Bakmah's ring claw as he closed the door behind him.

"Huh, so I was right. He did propose." The white drake sat down and looked over at Snuffy. "So...now what?"

“Does Snuffy’s mate still want this?” The hybrid looked away from Lilian as she spread her legs, revealing the erection the laid between them.

Lilian took a deep breath and nodded. "I do."

“Then Snuffy guesses she can do what her mate wants...”

Lilian nodded as he grabbed the lube again, putting a generous glob on his claw. He began to rub the gel over her member. Snuffy let out a small moan, spreading her legs a bit wider. “This part...feels good.”

The drake nodded as he finished applying the lube. Once he was done, he turned himself over so he was on his back. He spread out his legs to give better access to his behind. "It will be better if I was on bottom. You get more control that way."

Snuffy rolled on top of the drake, fitting herself overtop of him before looking between them. She slowly moved a claw down to grasp her mate’s own member, stroking it slightly. “Snuffy is still afraid she will hurt her mate again...”

"It will only hurt a little bit now, I promise." said the drake softly.

“But Snuffy doesn’t want it to hurt at all...”

"Sex and pleasure do not come without a little pain." Snuffy nodded before looking back down between them and lining herself up with him. She hesitated when she pressed her tip against his anus, still obviously a bit uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. She shook her head lightly, though, and pushed herself inside of the drake.

Lilian let out a low groan of approval. "Mmm, yes. Much better." purred the drake as he wrapped his legs around her waist. "Just like that. Now, a nice, steady pace..." Snuffy let out a deep breath before pulling out just a bit and then pushing deeper into the drake.

Lillian let out a gasp, wrapping his arms around. He bit his lip as he moaned again. "Harder!" Snuffy complied, picking up her pace and pushing deeper into the dragon with each stroke. The drake took his free claw and began jerking himself as he panted, letting his head fall back in ecstasy.

Lilian panted as he felt the hybrid pump in and out of him. The drake let out a moan as he
let the feeling of his girlfriend fill him. He stroked himself in time with Snuffy's thrusts. He could feel her start to loosen over time.

He could hear Snuffy pant heavily as she pumped into him, the hybrid obviously not used to the effort that came with having the dick. Lilian moaned as he let his head fall back, his seed spilling out of his member and around his claw as he let himself get fucked.

Lilian gasped as he felt Snuffy's cock twitch inside him. The hybrid grunted as she hilted herself inside of him, unleashing her seed into him. He moaned in pleasure, his head falling back as he was filled.

As the stream tapered off, Lilian released his grip and fell to the floor, Snuffy's cock leaving him as he did. "That...that was amazing..." panted the drake with a goofy grin. "Best I've had in ages."

“Snuffy is glad she has pleased her mate...” The Hybrid fell to the floor next to Lilian, curling up next to him. “Would he...Would Snuffy’s mate get her some water? She is thirsty.”

Lilian smiled softly at her. "Of course." he said softly as he stood. He gave her forehead a small kiss before walking out of the throne room and into the kitchen. He hummed to himself as he grabbed a glass from the cabinet and started to fill it with water from the tap. The water glowed with a purple aura before suddenly diverting from it’s course and spraying Lilian in the face.

"God damnit!" The drake dropped the glass into the sink and stepped back from the sink. "What the fuck? Daemon!"

“You are an idiot.” Daemon growled from the doorway. “Were you so entranced with a fucking dick you couldn’t even pay attention to how Snuffy feels?”

Lilian huffed as he created a barrier between him and the spout of water. "What are you talking about now, Daemon?" With the water not being ineffective, Daemon released her control on it.

“I am talking about how Snuffy was scared and lost from being in a new situation and instead of her mate helping her out and making her feel safe, he just thrusted her further and further into unknown territory.” Daemon just sat glaring at the white drake. “And for that, you are an idiot.”

Lilian stared at her for a moment before he picked up the glass and started to fill it again. Once it was full. He silently walked past Daemon, using his tail to slam the door shut behind him.

“So you’re just going to ignore the issue? Just a hint, a lady never asks for a glass of water because she is thirsty. It’s because she wants to be left alone.” Lilian let out a growl as he turned around and threw the glass in the general direction of Daemon, missing and hitting a wall. He huffed as he turned and walked out into the throne room. “And you are going to clean up the trail you’re leaving!” The mare yelled just before the doors closed.

Snuffy lifted her head at Daemon’s yelling. “What is Daemon yelling for? A trail...”

"Its nothing." muttered Lilian as he sat down next to Snuffy. He lifted his claw so that his legs blocked her from watching as he uncurled his fist, revealing how he had cut into the palm of his hand.

“...Alright.” Snuffy just said lightly as she laid her head back on the floor, the Hybrid seeming to be deep in thought.

"I didn't know how uncomfortable you felt about this." said Lilian, turning his claw over to see if he went through or not. "I guess I was...a bit more self-concerned than anything without really realizing it." Sanufia lifted her head to stare at Lilian.

“What do you mean?”

"You were...scared and unsure about all of this. Instead of helping, I just fucking sat there and jerked myself off." Lilian turned his claw over and began pulling loose scales out of the gash.

“Snuffy just wanted to make her mate happy. It’s what a good mate does.”

"A good mate doesn't make the other do things they don't want to." Lilian sighed as he put his head in his hands. He recoiled with a loud yelp as he irritated the gash, causing more blood to leak as it throbbed in pain. Snuffy jumped up, immediately spotting Lilian’s claw.

“What has happened?!”

"My temper." muttered Lilian. "Shit, I would kill to have Bakmah's healing abilities. Lucky bastard..."

“Do you need aid? Snuffy has a kit in her room Daemon gave her.”

Lilian gave Snuffy a deadpanned look. "You can't fix up a gash on a dragon with a first aid kit." The drake stood up and walked towards the bathroom. “See if you can find rubbing alcohol."

“It is in Snuffy’s kit. There is none in the bathroom...”

"Then grab it and bring it to me. I'm still going to the bathroom because I am not bleeding all over the floor more than I am now. Besides, I doubt there is dragonscale needles in your kit." He smirked as he opened the door.

“Yes. Daemon put those in there as well. Snuffy has scales too.” The hybrid countered with her own smirk as she got up and headed towards the door. “Daemon wished to have everything Snuffy would need.”

"I was joking, jeez." said Lilian with a roll of his eyes. “Just grab some rubbing alcohol and thread. I'll supply the rest." The drake huffed as he entered the bathroom.

“Daemon has taught Snuffy to never joke about safety.” Snuffy just held her head high as she strutted past him, smirk still held on her face.

"She obviously didn't raise five males." muttered Lilian as he turned to the mirror. He let out a long sigh. "This is the difficult part." The drake opened his mouth wide as he reached his false hand into it, grabbing onto one of the smaller, razor blade teeth toward the back of his mouth.

“LILIAN! WHY HAVEN’T YOU CLEANED UP MY FLOOR!” Daemon’s voice was so loud that the walls of the bathroom shook. The drake jumped, his claw retracting, taking out his tooth with it. He let out a roar of pain, stomping on the ground as he resisted the urge to both cover his mouth and beat Daemon over the head.

The drake set the bloody tooth on the toilet seat before poking his head out of the doorway, giving a watery glare at Daemon. "Cawn you foocking waith!" He shouted through his tongue which had covered the empty space.

“No! I don’t want to step in the cum that’s leaking out of your ass again!” She jabbed her hoof at an offending spot on the floor. “Clean it up or you will forever fear to eat again.”

The drake looked at the white blotch on the floor as he removed his tongue. "Let me fix my claw first, then I will clean up the apparent mess I made." said Lilian as he ducked back into the bathroom. He paused for a moment before snapping and tossing a 'Caution: Cum on Floor' sign out into the hall. A few minutes later, Snuffy poked her head into the bathroom.

“Snuffy can come in?”

"I don't see why not." said Lilian as he ran the tooth under some water. "Lets hurry this up. I apparently have to take a shit and clean up cum off the floor." Snuffy stared at the drake a second more before pushing into the bathroom. Her ‘kit’ was apparently a large backpack that took up nearly the whole of the hybrid’s back, designed just so to fit around her wings.

“What did Snuffy’s mate need again?”

Lilian stared at the backpack, wondering if Daemon put an entire hospital in there or not. He shook his head. "Just some rubbing alcohol and thread."

“What kind?”

"Surgical thread. I wasn't aware that there was different kinds."

“Daemon gave me options. There is a bunch of threads. Would just the normal be fine?”

Lilian let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes."

“Colour?”

"You got to be kidding me! There is different colors now?" He resisted the urge to facepalm. "Just black, please." Snuffy stared at Lilian for a moment before reaching behind her and pulling on a flap of the backpack. This caused a sleeve to unroll revealing four row of threads that had about twelve different colours to each of them.

“Um...Snuffy believes this is the regular thread.” The hybrid smiled as she plucked a thing of thread from the sleeve and offered it to Lilian.

Lilian grabbed it and set aside. "And the rubbing alcohol?"

“...What kind would you like?”

Lilian's eye twitched. "Regular, please."

“By what Daemon has taught Snuffy, there is no such thing as regular rubbing alcohol...”

Lilian bashed his head into the wall. He let out a sigh as he decided to give up and ran the gash under water. He winced as he carefully worked his false claw over it until he was satisfied.

Grabbing the tooth, he bit a small hole into it and inserted the thread, tying it off. He let out a sigh as he sat on the toilet seat and began to stitch up the gash. During this time, Snuffy had removed the backpack and was shifting through it.

“There is rubbing alcohol that ranges from twenty to one hundred percent...some that helps heal faster and some that helps with existing infections...OH! This kind...This kind is for Snuffy only.”

"I don't need it anymore, Sanufia." said Lilian as he finished. He bit of the string before tossing his tooth in the garbage. He then gathered spit into his mouth. Once he had a good wad, he then slowly breathed fire without opening his mouth. After a few seconds, he spit the wad onto the gash quickly rubbing it over the stitching. Once done, the adhesive dried over, acting as a second skin layer as he flexed his claw. "There we go."

“So...Snuffy only had to bring thread?”

"Yup." Lilian got up and opened the seat before sitting back down. "You can, um, leave now." Snuffy blinked before nodding, dragging the exceedingly large backpack out with her.

“Ehg! Snuffy stepped in something!”

“YOU STILL HAVEN’T CLEANED THE FLOOR, LILIAN?!”

Lilian sighed as he placed his head in his claws. "Why doesn't Bakmah go through this?"

Author's Notes:

A nice short chapter. The next few will hit so more sadder notes so be prepared for feels.

Chapter Twenty

The sound of hacking echoed throughout the bedroom, the shake of the bed from every cough waking Daemon from her slumber. The mare let out an annoyed sigh as she rolled around to face the convulsing figure of her fiancé, Bakmah's body shuddering from his coughs.

"Bakksy." said Daemon softly as she inched closer. "Bakksy, are you okay?" She placed a hoof on his shoulder, causing him to groan as he tried to lean away from her. She blinked as she brought her hoof back. Frowning, she placed her hoof on his shoulder again, rolling him over to face her.

Daemon recoiled as she gazed at Bakmah, the drake looking deathly pale. Blood covered the area around his mouth and one of his claws. His eyes were dilated and bloodshot. His breathing was heavy and quick as if he had trouble getting air into him.

The lights in the room came on as she backed away from him. She went to try and see what was wrong, but she stopped as she remembered what had happened when she touched him last. She bit her lip as she lit her horn. There was a thud followed by a pained groan.

"Fuck. Daemon, what the he-" Lilian was cut off as Daemon grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up on the bed, facing him at the body of Bakmah.

"What's wrong?!" she practically screamed in his ear. The drake could feel her tremble as she pointed him at the nearly lifeless form of his brother. Lilian cursed as he shook Daemon's hooves off him, rushing towards his brother. He stopped at his side, his claws hovering over his body as he looked him up and down.

"How long has he been like this?" he asked, looking back at the mare.

“I just woke up! How am I suppose to know?” The was a slight growl in her voice as she kept looking between the two dragons.

"It was just a question. I didn't know if you were or not." said Lilin, putting his claws up. He leaned forward as he looked over the drake. "Well, from what Bakmah taught me from when he insisted we learn about diseases and all that shit, this isn't any illness that has been recorded, at least within my knowledge." Lilian let out a sigh as he got off the bed, cracking his back as he did. "I have an idea, but it seems unlikely."

“What idea?”

Lilian sighed. "Being the God of Health, Bakmah is very sensitive to illness, but not in the way that one might think. I don't mean he gets sick easily, I mean being around too many sick ponies or otherwise could end up hospitalizing him and, if bad enough, kill him." The drake shook his head. "Unless the populace of Ponyville got sick overnight, he shouldn't be going through this."

Daemon closed her eyes for a moment before shaking her head. “No. Ponyville is going about it’s usual daily routine. Their hospital has the same number...no. They have less patients than yesterday.”

"Hmm." Lilian scratched behind his head. "Check nationally and internationally." Daemon opened her eyes to glare at Lilian.

“In this body, I can only keep tabs on Ponyville. You want that information, get it yourself.”

"One, that would take more time than needed. Two, we need someone with some medical knowledge to keep eyes on him incase he gets worse....or dies." said the drake, almost whispering the last part. He sighed. "Do either of you have a very powerful magic user as an enemy who would like to harm either one of you?"

“Hmm...None that I think are still alive...”

"That's saying something when we're heading into war." muttered Lilian. He sighed. "I have no clue what's wrong with him, and I doubt he would fake this." He turned to her. "So are you sure that there is no one, enemy or not, that would want to hurt either of you?"

“Hmm.” Daemon furrowed her brow, deep in thought. “Maybe Celestia if Bakksy got her pregnant when they fucked.”

Lilian blinked before shaking his head. "Okay then. Are you able to keep a good eye on sick boy here? I want to get back to keeping watch on my pregnant girlfriend." He let out a yawn. "And sleeping. Sleeping sounds good."

“If you think you are going back to sleep while he is still like this, you don’t know how wrong you are...” Daemon’s voice was deep and steady, a sinister undertone twisted in with it.

"There is nothing I can do. And I'm running on probably a few hours of sleep, I won't be of much help when I am needed." He sighed. "Yes, I'm worried, but it won't help the matter if I'm tired when I need to do something. Right now, the best we can do is make sure his body temp isn't too high and he doesn't have any seizures or otherwise. That I think you can do on your own."

Daemon stomped. "What kind of brother are you if refuses to be by his dying sibling!"

"The one who doesn't want to see him in pain!" yelled Lilian, whipping around. "I thought him dead for years and its coming to truth." Lilian turned around. “You can deal with him on your own. I need to be by myself.”

“Fine then! Leave.” Daemon said with a growl. “I’ll just do everything on my own again...nothing’s changed.”

"I just need sleep, Daemon. You can handle a few hours without me or Snuffy." said Lillian with a sigh. The mare didn’t even look back at the white drake as she mumbled something about he should be gone already, keeping her eyes locked on her fiance. Lilian sighed as he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving them alone.

“I don’t know what to do, Bakksy. Why don’t I know what to do?” Daemon rubbed her hooves together, wanting to embrace the dragon, but afraid that it would only bring him pain. “For as long as I have lived, I should know what to do in this situation, but again, I can only watch as a loved one suffers...”

"It's about time someone tried to kill me, anyways." Bakmah slowly looked in the direction of his loved one, his voice sounding like sandpaper. "Besides, it's not the pain I hate... It's that I see you in pain."

"Don't worry about me, Bakmah. I can endure as long as you get better."

"If I do." The drake let out a groan. "I doubt I'm going to be around too long at this point."

"Shut up, you stupid dragon. You will pull through this just fine. Now, is there anything you need, Bakksy?"

"Besides having you here, no." The drake laid his head down with a sigh. "I need sleep."

"Then sleep." Daemon reached out as if to stroke Bakmah's head, but stopped halfway and pulled her hoof back.

"I will see whenever I wake." said the drake, closing his eyes. "Hopefully, it will be soon."

"It will be, and I'll be right here when you do."

"And I will look forward to it." said the drake, drifting off into Luna's Dream Realm.

“So you haven’t noticed anything strange around town lately.” Daemon’s voice cooed.

“No. Not really. Town’s been pretty normal. Now, the things around town have been a bit strange. Princess Luna thinks there might be changeling forces at work. It won’t be good if they side with Exitium so we were actually planning an expedition to the badlands to see if we could somehow get Queen Chrysalis on our side. I personally do not see that happening.”

“Changelings aren’t behind what my problem is right now...” Daemon said with a huff.

"Bakmah is half dead in their bedroom." said Lilian as he walked by the two, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "So yeah, no changelings."”

“I see. I am sorry I really couldn’t be much more of a help. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy ever since...Well, you know.”

“I understand, Crystal.” Daemon scooted closer to the pegasus. “Hey...are you feeling alright? Nothing bothering you physically?”

“Now that you mentioned it, I have overheard some ponies talking about feeling out of sorts. I think Twilight mentioned something about an illness that is causing some magical disruption or something. She was in study mode when I was trying to talk to her.”

"Told you something else was wrong." Lilian walked back into the room holding a mug of what seemed like coffee. "So, how has he been since I left?"

“The same, more or less.” Daemon sighed, following Lilian into the room. “So do you think you think that may be the problem?” The unicorn shut the door, leaving Crystal on the other side alone.

"It isn't physical, but it is still an illness. It could be causing this, but how exactly we fix this, I'm not sure. It would also help if we had a source." Lillian scratched behind his head, staring at the sleeping form of his brother. "And, whether or not you like it, it still could kill him after a period of time like this."

“What if I just move Ponyville?”

"Where? The moon? I have no doubt he can tell if one of the princess has the sniffles or if someone on the opposite side of the planet caught the flu."

“Then just what are we suppose to do? Just sit here with our horns up our asses. Or maybe we could wander aimlessly around town, asking who got sick first.”

"I don't like it either, but that's what it's looking like." Lillian let out a sigh. "I at least wish we knew how to figure out symptoms so we at least know the severity."

“It’s apparently severe enough. I just wanna know how to cure it beside the alternative I am thinking.” Daemon growl as she shimmied up on the bed, trying not to disturb Bakmah.

"Well, we could ask Twilight and see what she knows, break down the symptoms and their effects, then we could narrow down a cure that we may or may not spread out on a massive scale."

“But the requires me leaving Bakmah’s side and I promised him I would be right here if he wakes up.”

"Then stay, I'll go talk with Twilight. Hopefully, if we can find something to start a cure." The drake turned, making his way towards the door once again.

“Bring back some food with you!” Daemon yelled after him.

"The kitchen is right there." said Lillian, closing the door behind him. The drake came face to face with Crystal, who was still standing on the other side of the door.

“So...”

"Yes?" asked the drake, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Well, I was wondering what to do next. I am technically the only active Knight in Ponyville, I have an obligation to make sure it is safe and from what I can tell, it’s not safe.”

The drake sighed, rubbing his temple. "Well, you can follow me and help me pry whatever information we can out of this Twilight Sparkle. The quicker we cure Ponyville, the quicker we can save my brother and ourselves from an emotionally broken Daemon."

"Sounds like a good plan, though Twilight might not take kindly to you trying to pry anything out of her."

"And I won't take kindly to young, mortal mares keeping important information that could easily help stop a tragedy just because she doesn't appreciate me asking." Lilian growled slightly as he walked towards the exit. "Those two are very close. I'm more afraid of how either one of them would react if the other died. The results would be... apocalyptic."

“I understand. I am just saying to be careful about how you ask Twilight. She’s been under some stress lately and I would rather not have her go through another breakdown. She is a fragile mare when it comes to these situations.” With a flap of the wings, Crystal took to the air, hovering so she was eye level with Lilian.

"And understand I am more concerned about Daemon having a breakdown. But I will heed some respect and not try and pressure her too much, if that is what you wish." The drake began climbing the stairs. "However, I am afraid that we won't have enough time to cure this illness. If that is the case, we better hope to the gods Daemon can hold herself together."

“It’s funny you should say that considering what Daemon is.” Crystal snickered as she flew on ahead. “Either way, I have a feeling this isn’t ending well even if we can cure this illness.”

Lilian stopped half way up the stairs, his tail swishing from side to side. "It already has." He said with a deep sigh. "Come, we might as well grab something to eat."

As Lilian awoke he could only lie there, keeping his eyes closed as he refused to walk into the shitstorm that awaited him. Letting out a sigh, he sat himself up, opening his eyes to let in the interior of the room that him and Sanufia had occupied.

The drake sat there, a curtain of dark depression hanging above him as he stared at the far wall. "I honestly don't know what to do." Lilian leaned forward, placing his head in his claws, rubbing his temples lightly. Sanufia nuzzled against the drake lightly.

“What is Snuffy’s mate confused about?”

"Bakmah died from an unknown cause last night...and Daemon was still waiting for him to wake up when I came to bed last night." He sighed. "I just... don't know how to break it to her that he's dead." The hybrid sat there for a moment more before lifting herself up.

“Snuffy thinks the best way would be gently and very very carefully.

"Yeah...yeah, you're right." The drake reached next to him, smiling lightly as he rubbed her fur belly. "Would have at least liked them to meet their uncle..."

“But Snuffy thought that Bakmah had a way to come back from the dead.” She furrowed her brow. “At least, that is what Snuffy thought the red orbs were for...”

"Those use magic. I'm surprised he was able to talk with Daemon. I doubt he had.enough magic to transfer his soul over in the end." Lilian sighed. "No one is perfect, mortal or god. We have flaws."

“But the chance is there, right? And who did this will be found, yes?”

"A chance, maybe. As for who did this, we don't even know if it is natural illness or something someone created for the purpose of getting Bakmah sick enough to die. We have no real evidence of anything." Lilian nuzzled up to the hybrid. "I'm just worried how Daemon is going to react once she realizes he might not be waking up soon, if not ever."

“If Snuffy knows Daemon, anyone who had any part in this should fear what is to come.” Sanufia snuggled tighter against Lilian. “And we should watch our step, just in case.”

"Do you want to join me in breaking it to her, or do you want to stay here?" The drake's claw ran over the small enlarging bump that was her stomach. "For both of your safety's."

“Snuffy thinks it would be a good idea not to be around Daemon as she is told. Snuffy only worries for the safety of our little one.” The hybrid looked up with a smile. “Or ones.”

The drake chuckled as he stood. "Then I'll make sure I'm careful and come back in one piece." He sighed as he started towards the door. "Wish me luck."

“All the luck.” Sanufia curled up on the bed, watching Lilian as he left. The drake nodded as he left. He stared at the door that led into the bedroom of his deceased brother and Demon. He then knocked on the door softly. "Daemon?" The door slowly creaked open to the room.

“Ah, Lili. I’ve been expecting you...”

"Y-you have?" The drake slowly pushed the door open, peeking his head in. The purple mare was still sitting in the same spot she was before, not seeming to have moved an inch.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I have been?”

"Because, I said I didn't find anything and we needed more time, but we had to sleep on it." The drake scratched his head. “I actually have to talk to you about Bakmah..."

“He is dead. I know...” The mare slowly blinked. “I need to know who did this, Lili. Do you think you can help me with that?”

"I will." said the drake solemnly. "We just need somewhere to look, which we do not have."

Daemon smiled. "Then I guess we need to search for a lead."

Lilian scratched behind his head. "Well, we do know that the illness was in a large scale, but has a minuette effect, explaining why Bakmah's senses picked it up so well. We just need to figure out who out of our enemies or anyone we know who could possibly have ill will to Bakmah or you that has enough power to do this." He sighed. "Considering his past exploits of slaughter, I am not surprised if he has enemies, we are also heading to war, so there is a possibility that Exitium could have done this to turn things in his favor."

"Exitium`s war is with Equestria, not me nor Bakmah." Daemon said calmly. "It would have to be an old enemy of his. I would very much like to oust this problem so Bakmah is able to return."

"Yes, well, three thousand years thinking he was dead and having met you only a few months ago mean that I have no clue who your old enemies are." The drake sighed, something he was finding himself doing a lot. "I am at a lost with who could have done this then. Any dragon enemies would have just came and tried to physically kill him, which is impossible. And since they can't use magic, we are stuck with ponies."

“Then search the ponies. Any and every of them. Find which one has any information of this act.” Daemon hopped off the bed and walked very slowly towards Lilian. “You seem very relaxed for what has happened, Lilian...”

"I am used to this by now, Daemon. You have to understand that I have murdered my own brother for greed and had to deal with the fact that I may be the only living Genesis heir for over three thousand years until I met Bakmah once again." The drake sighed. "It was something I knew couldn't last, because our family has always been stricken with tragedy so it was only a matter of time."

“Yes...you have killed your own family before. It’s not like it would be a difficult thing to do again...Hmm.” Daemon smiled softly. “Speculation. I think I may go out for a bit... Search around for some clues.” The mare calmly walked past the drake. “Do make the best of your time, Lilian. Seems nothing in this world of ours can last for long...”

"You think I killed him?" asked Lilian, not turning around to face her. "You think I killed my brother just after I got him back?"

“I said nothing of the sorts, Lilian.” Daemon stopped, glancing back at the dragon. “I just have a faint distaste in your utter lack of participation or interest in finding your brother’s would-be assassin.”

"Because, I know I would only get in your way." He turned to her. "You have more of a motive to find and... kill his assassin. You would be better by yourself than me trying to help you with my faint knowledge of being a detective."

“If that helps your conscious then go ahead believing it, Lilian. Just go ahead and stay in this little hole in the ground, believing that little lie of yours. I know if I were you, I would be ashamed of my weakness.” The mare huffed, flicking her tail before walking on.

The drake sighed. "Well, what do you expect me to do Daemon? We can't go asking every pony in Equestria if they had anything to do with Bakmah's death." Daemon suddenly appeared in front of the drake, jabbing her hoof at his chest.

“Wrong! That is exactly what I am going to do, and I am going to do it because I can! I can tell when someone is lying to me and, while I may not have the range I use to, you can be damn sure I will use everything at my disposal to find who did this to the one I love.” Daemon growled as she stared at the dragon. “You can’t even make a vain attempt to claim the same.”

"I know I can't. I am nothing more than an overgrown lizard who has a few magical abilities and a lengthened life, and you are a god." The drake leaned closer to her. "But I know that running around in hate and anger will not get you closer to his murder. At least sitting and thinking will be a better route. Who do we know who might have ill will to Bakmah, who is powerful enough to create a magic based illness? Then you can interrogate your suspects as you wish. It would save you some time." Lilian looked back at his brother's corpse. "In the meantime...I need to prepare a proper burial."

“Bleh!” Daemon turned her back to him. “I have been sitting and thinking for a thousand years. I have learned when you have no leads or suspects, you go out and find them. The illness started in Ponyville, it’s only logical to think they who did it would still be in the surrounding area...watching their work. It’s what I would do anyways.”

"You scare me..." The drake sighed. "Then you go tear apart the town, I need to prepare a grave for your fiancé... do you want to keep his ring?"

“I do believe he will appreciate having his ring when he is able to return.” Daemon was staring at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated.

"And if he doesn't return?" There was a long silence before Daemon turned to look at Lilian, smiling as she did.

“Oh. I wouldn’t worry about something like that if I were you, Lili.”

The drake nodded slowly as he walked to the body of his brother. "Anyways, I am still going to remove his ring and put it on a chain for you. This body is inhabitable, so I doubt if he comes back he will be in this body. All the major organs are shit and he wouldn't survive in it." said Lilian as he removed the ring. "I do hope you find who did this, though. So I wish you luck on that."

“Luck is a fickle thing, Lilian. Best not rely on it when you can.” Daemon let out a small laugh as she walked towards the door. “You can just put the ring on the night stand.”

The drake did as she said, staring at her as she left. Once she was gone, he sighed as he turned to his brother's corpse. "Quite an interesting catch, you masochist." Lilian shook his head as he summoned a bucket of water and wash cloth, getting ready to wash his corpse.

Chapter Twenty-One

Lilian perked his head up as he heard a door slam. It hadn’t been too long since he finished burying his brother and was surprised to see Daemon standing there. “That didn’t take long.”

“Don’t give me that.” Daemon sounded a bit winded as she talked. “I just...miscalculated some things...”

“Like what?”

“Like how many ponies are sexually active in Ponyville. I’d swear half the mares in that town are in heat.”

"I...see." The drake scratched behind his head. "Well, I had him buried in a nearby clearing if you ever need to pay your respects. I am going to grab something to eat before checking on Sanufia, she is probably worried by now." The drake turned and made his way towards the kitchen, having in his head to be able to get something to eat for once that day. But, as Daemon said before, luck is a fickle thing. The purple mare teleported in front of Lilian, a smirk marking her face.

“If you are that hungry, I have something you can eat~”

"Daemon... you know I stay loyal to my partners. Now please, let me pass." The drake attempted to move around the mare, but she jumped forward and grabbed his foreleg, nuzzling it.

“Isn’t there anything you can do? I’m so horny right now, it’s painful!”

"I-I really shouldn't...Snuffy is just right down the hall..." The drake bit his lip as he tried in vain to pry the mare off of his leg. Instead, he opted to teleporting himself a few feet away, leaving Demon behind.

“Lili...” Daemon looked to the drake with wide eyes and a small pout on her lips. “I need help...”

"Mental Help?"

“Dammit, Lilian.” Daemon puffed her cheeks out. “I am being serious here.”

"So am I, Daemon. I can't in good conscious have sex with another mare without Snuffy's permission. It's just how I am." The drake shook his head. "If you need it so bad, ask her."

“But...” Daemon rubbed her hooves together. “Can’t you ask her? She’ll say yes to me even if she doesn’t want it to happen...”

Lilian stared at her before sighing turning and walking towards his bedroom. Upon arriving, he pushed open the door and stuck his head in. "Snuffy?" The hybrid slowly raised her head from her spot on the bed.

“Hmm?”

"I got a bit of a....predicament on my hands at the moment.." The drake shifted in his spot slightly.

“What is it?” The hybrid cocked her head, looking questioningly at her mate.

"Daemon's horny....and Bakmah's dead...which means..." Snuffy just stared at Lilian a moment before frowning.

“Snuffy is sorry. She doesn’t understand...”

"Daemon needs to mate. Well, that's what her body is telling her. However, without Bakmah being around anymore, I am the only capable male around..." A blush slowly crept onto Snuffy’s face.

“But Lilian is Snuffy’s mate. Is he wanting to be Daemon’s mate too?”

"She needs more of a...one night stand sort of thing. Something to sate her needs while she tried and find a suitable replacement for her lover."

“But what if she does not? What if she just wants to keep using Snuffy’s mate?”

"Then we will refuse. She will need to find it herself...unless you still have it."

“Snuffy does not have it anymore.” She laid her head back down. “...Snuffy’s mate can decide for himself what he wishes to do.”

"I don't...really want to...yet I can't stand to see her in pain."

“Snuffy said it is your choice. Snuffy can not decide on the matter.”

"Neither can I." The drake yawned. "Though, I can decide that I'm tired. Is there room in there for one more?" He asked with a smirk.

“Only if it is Snuffy’s mate.” Sanufia smiled back at the drake. “Then there is plenty of room.”

"Of course." Lilian peeled back the sheets, climbing in next to her. "I really hope things settle down soon." said the drake as he closed his eyes. Snuffy nuzzled up against Lilian.

“Snuffy does to-” The hybrid was interrupted by a knocking at the door.

“What did she say, Lili?!”

The drake sighed. "I'm tired and need sleep, Daemon. Can't you just check Ponyville for someone to fuck?"

“But Bakmah won’t care if it’s you when he gets back!”

"And I really don't want to." Lilian snuggled up closer to Snuffy for protection.

Knock knock knock. “Lili.” Knock knock knock. “Lili.” Knock knock knock. “Lili.”

"What?!"

“Have you changed your mind yet?”

Lilian's eye twitched violently. "Can we move, Snuffy? Like, to a different planet?"

"I don't-"

"Lili! We can't even have a quickie? Just enough to get me off at least once?"

"No." Lilian said with a huff. "Let me sleep."

"Can I do stuff if I don't wake you up?"

"No."

"Pleeaase?"

"Why won't she go away?" whined the drake, burying his head into Snuffy's chest.

"Snuffy does not know why. She has not seen Daemon this bad before..."

"Lili! I promise to be gentle."

"How did you put up with her BEFORE Bakmah?"

"Like Snuffy said," The hybrid sighed. "She had not seen Daemon this bad before."

"Well, I'm at a loss of what to do..."

"Lili...please. I'll do anything you want."

"All I want is to go to sleep and for you to realize Bakmah won't care if you go to town to sate an urge that you can't help." Lilian sighed. "He's not coming back anyways." He whispered to himself, hoping the door made it impossible for Daemon to hear the statement.

“...Lili... I don’t want just some random pony rutting me...Pleeeaaaassee?” The drake stared up at the ceiling for a moment, wondering whether or not he should snap back at her. With a reluctant sigh, the drake sat himself up.

"Daemon, I am sure there are ponies you know in town that are male. Bakmah probably won't mind...because we don't come back from the dead..."

“...What is that suppose to mean?”

"He is dead, Daemon. You don't come back from that." The drake gulped as he prepared himself. "Bakmah isn't coming back." There was a long pause on the other side of the door, the tension hung heavily in the air.

“Whatever Lili. Stop trying to change the subject and come on!” The sound of a hoof scraping against the door echoed in the room. “You can even come on me if you like that sort of thing~”

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" asked the drake, looking down towards the hybrid next to him. Snuffy laid still next to him, the only thing betraying her act of sleep was the small smirk on her face.

"I'm not going to last the year alone with you two..." The drake sighed as he pushed away the covers and made his way over to the door. He hesitated before going ahead and opening it. There, laying on the ground, was the purple mare. One of her hooves was hidden firmly between her hind legs while the other was stretched out to the door, more than likely the one she was knocking and scratching at the door with.

“Well hello, Lili~”

"Let's get this over with."

“Aww. Don’t be like that. At least make a little effort to have some fun.” Daemon scooted closer to the drake. “You do know how to have fun, right?”

"I'm not exactly in the mood for fun." Daemon sighed, pulling her now wet hoof from between her legs and standing up.

“Lili... Can you please just do this as a favor for me?”

The drake stared at her and sighed. "Fine."

“Yay!” Daemon jumped up and hugged Lilian. “Now come to my room!” The mare quickly pulled away from him and galloped away.

"Crazy mares." The drake scuffled towards his feet towards the mares room, pushing the door open.

There sat Daemon in her bed. She had her rear up and facing the door while keeping her chest against the bed. Her tail curve around in a way that showed off her marehood. The unicorn slowly looked back at Lili, smiling and licking her lips. “Why are you just standing all cold? Why don’t you come and warm yourself?” Daemon reached back across her flank and spread her nethers, showing the dragon just how wet and ready she was.

The drake stared at her, a blush creeping onto his face as he felt his member slide out of his sheath. Gulping, Lilian slowly made his way towards the mare, his eyes never leaving her flank as he climbed into the bed. "I-I'm not sure..."

“What are you not sure about?” Daemon purred as she swayed her flank back and forth. “You only have everything to gain from this. You can do whatever you wish to this body of mine and I will be in your debt...given that you can make me cum.”

"Well...uh...I've wanted to try cloaca play..."

“Cloaca play...” Daemon’s grip on her flank slowly loosened. “Um...enlighten me...”

"Well, I know you have the ability to grow a...phallus...and well, the dragon cloaca resembles certain genital..." Daemon stared at the drake before taking a deep breath and getting up. She swirled around and laid on the bed before motioning for Lili to come stand in front of her.

“You do know that cumming with a penis will not help me with my other problem, right? It might even make it worse.”

"Fine." The drake sighed as he obeyed and positioned himself where she directed. Daemon slowly wrapped a hoof around the white drake’s cock.

“I did not say I wouldn’t do it. Not in the least. I was just wanting to make sure you knew the repercussions of us doing that. That is all.” Daemon wrapped her lips around Lili’s member, swirling her tongue around the tip. Lilian let out a gasp, flexing his claws in a vain attempt to keep him from grabbing onto her head and fitting the rest in.

“So,” Daemon said after pulling off of his member. “How exactly would you like this to play out?” The mare looked up at Lili while nuzzling his cock. The drake shuddered at the feeling.

"W-well, I'm not th-the one wh-who needs attention..."

"Not immediately, no, but I did say I was going to let you have your fun with me. Have your fun, Lili. I have all you want." Daemon winked at the drake, giggling as she began licking at his member. The drake shuddered as he slowly pushed her off. He took a deep breath before motioning for her to turn around.

The mare obeyed, letting his cock press against her flank as she did. "Mmm. What happened to your little experiment you wanted to try? Not that I'm complaining." Daemon smiled as she rubbed her flank against him.

"I-it can wait." Lilian gulped as he took his member and placed it against the mare's folds. He hesitated before pushing himself in with a slight groan. Daemon hummed delightfully as she pushed back into him, but became quiet quickly.

“Mmph. I forgot about that...”

“A-about what?” asked the drake pulling back slightly.

“Um...well...” Daemon rubbed her front hooves together sheepishly. “I am not sure how to say it just outright...”

“Well?”

“You’re nowhere near as large as your brother.”

There was a silence as Lilian took this in. “Well...fuck you too.”

“Wait. I’m not saying that. I just forgot to make the proper adjustments. Your size is quite fine, Lili. It is quite capable for not being tampered with magic. Now come on.” Daemon wiggled her flank. “Or come in. I don’t mind which you do.”

Lilian looked at her with a raised brow before taking a deep breath, pulling out to just the tip before thrusting forward. Her insides seemed to squeeze on his member much much than before as he thrusted, making her seem tighter than before.

“Ah yes, Lili!” Daemon moaned as she shoved her face into the bed, the rest of her words muffled by the thick covers. The drake only grunted as he started a medium pace, wet slapping sound echoing through the room. Daemon pulled her head from the covers and looked back at the white drake. “So how...are you...liking it, Lili?”

“A little... loose..for my taste…”

Daemon laughed loudly. “You lie.” The mare raised herself up and pressed back against Lilian to stop his movements. “You’re enjoying this.” Daemon leaned her head back against the dragon’s chest and looked up at him. “You know...in this light you almost look like...” Daemon let her sentence trail off with a slight smile on her face.

Lilian sighed and looked away. “He is not coming back, despite your delusions, Daemon.”

“Hmph.” Daemon pulled away from the dragon quickly, falling onto the bed and rolling onto her back. “You are entitled to your opinions, Lili, but enough of that.” The mare raised her legs and winked at him. “Surely that pitiful performance was not the best you could give a mare. I’ll need more than that...”

“Why are you so sure he will come back?” He asked, ignoring her temptations. “Death is not something you come back from, least of all my family.”

“Ha! Death is malleable and weak condition. It is not as permanent as some think...” Daemon grinned widely as she reached out with a hind hoof to stroke Lili’s member, though there was a wavering in her eyes.

“You know he isn’t coming back, don’t you?” He said sadly. “You just refuse to accept it.”

“He is coming back!” Daemon pushed off with her hind hoof and rolled herself in the covers. “He will come back because he promised me!”

“We can’t keep every promise we make, Daemon. I promised Bakmah I would never let anything bad happen to him when he was little, and look at him! He lived off a false heart that is partly to blame for multiple mass murders!”

“That just proves that you are unable to keep your promises. Bakksy is a lot better than that.” Daemon pulled the covers tighter.

“Then why are his wife and kid dead?”

“Shut up...” Daemon poked her head out from the blankets. “You can leave now. You are not required anymore.”

The drake sighed before turning around. “This isn’t healthy, Daemon. I hope you realize this.” With that, he exited the room, leaving Daemon to herself.

Sanufia sighed when Lilian entered the room. “Snuffy thinks that was quick. Too quick.”

“We had a bit of an argument mid-sex.” He sighed as he set himself on the edge of the bed. He sat there for a minute before speaking. “She...she believes that because he promised not to leave her, he will come back...we don’t come back from death, Snuffy.”

Snuffy stared at her mate for a moment and then smiled. “No...maybe not. Daemon believes otherwise though and Snuffy thinks that she is hiding something to be so certain that her mate is not dead. Daemon has her own agenda that she does not share freely and not even Celestia could pry it from her. So Snuffy thinks that Daemon may have a plan or maybe Daemon knows something we do not. But...” The hybrid shifted on the bed. “This is just what Snuffy thinks, not what Snuffy knows.”

“But if she is, then I am just as worried as ever.” He sighed. “Last time she tried to make sure a loved one didn’t leave, she created the monster in her soul.”

“And a monster outside too.” Snuffy sighed and snuggled up next to Lilian. “But Daemon learns from her mistakes. Snuffy is... very aware of this fact. Snuffy was only number seven.”

“At least she had the decency to give you a name.” muttered the drake. He let out a drawn out sigh. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t create just one more monster with a very familiar face.”

“Snuffy doubts she will.” Snuffy sighed heavily again, this time making a face and wrinkling her nose. “Lilian...”

“Yes?”

“You smell very much like Daemon right now...”

The drake sat there for a moment before standing with a sigh. “I’m going to wash off the scent of mare in heat…”

“That is what Snuffy would do, but Lilian...” The hybrid chewed on her bottom lip a bit. “Snuffy was wondering if...you liked her...”

“Liked what exactly?” He blinked. “Oh. Um, honestly? It felt good.” He held up a claw to silence anything from Sanufia. “Doesn’t mean I loved it, or prefer her. I prefer having an intimate act such as sex with my mate, not her crazy, owner, creator, friend figure.”

“That was...an answer.” Snuffy smiled as she nuzzled Lilian. “You should go was-” Snuffy’s sentence was interrupted by the world around Lilian suddenly changing. He found himself next to Daemon, who was still wrapped up in a blanket, in Bakmah’s lab.

“You and Snuffy...talk too much.”

“I was actually going to take a shower.” said Lilian, standing before making his way to the doors.

“Lili! Wait!”

The drake let out a sigh. “Yes?”

“Well...I just wanted to say I aaa... Hmm. I trying to say I aaaaaccckk.” Daemon started coughing. “Damn it. Lili, I aaaa. Aaapoloo...” Daemon held up a hoof. “I can do this. Lilian. I would like to...to aapoleeerrrooogeeez.” Daemon contorted her face as she pushed the word out. “There...that was harder than I had originally planned...”

“I am tempted to decline your apology because of how painful it was to listen to you attempt to push it out…”

“Whatever Lili.” Daemon scoffed as she turned her back to him. “I didn’t have to even apologize.”

“Anyways, what are you apologizing for?”

“For getting angry with you earlier. I always forget that most do not have such a broad scope on life and death as I do so I make assumptions sometimes. I can think of several ways Bakksy can come back due to my studies on the subject, whereas someone with little to no intellect on the matter, such as you, would find no available paths. Therefore, I do think my reaction may have been a bit unbefitting of your ignorance.”

Lilian sighed. “I know you want him back, but please, refrain from tampering with the natural order this time. I have come to realize that you learn from your mistakes...but the risk is still too great for me.”

“Lili... It is impossible for me to tamper with the natural order of things. Hehe. Silly dragon. There will be no risk so you do not have to worry. Okay?”

“I will worry if it includes raising my brother from the dead.”

“I can’t raise things from the dead, Lili. That’s just ridiculous.”

Lilian let out a sigh. “Then what do you plan to do?”

“Umm...” Daemon looked back at the drake. “What makes you think I have something planned?”

“Because, you’re Daemon.”

“That I am. It doesn’t, however, mean I have anything planned that I want to tell you about.”

"So you have something planned that you don't want to tell me?"

“I have many things planned and many things in motion that I do not wish to tell you about. Believe it or not, Lili, I am a mare with secrets and I like to keep it that way.”

"Alright. Can't blame me for being concerned. Now if you excuse me, I smell like a mare in heat and need to wash it off." With that, the drake turned and made his way out of the room.

“LILI!” The constant banging on the door seemed to echo through the room. “I know you can hear me Lili! You can’t ignore me forever!”

"What?" moaned the drake into his pillow.

“We’re not done!”

"But I need sleep."

“And I need help!”

"Then find a psychiatrist."

“Ha ha. Very funny.” The mare started banging on the door again. “Funny how you need sleep and I do not. I can just sit here and do this ALL night. And tomorrow night as well. I’m not going anywhere.”

"Ask Snuffy." A growl came from the lump next to Lilian.

“I think she declined.”

"Why me?"

“We both know the answer to that question. “

"Yeah yeah. I am the only male here and Snuffy does not want to have a dick again. I don't see what was so bad about it."

“No...you’re the only one I can trick into doing this. I could always just turn you into a Dragoness. I’ve had plenty of practice with that...”

"I...am not sure if that would change the situation. Plus, I can do that myself."

“And I can do it to where only I can change you back~”

"That scares me..." The drake thought for a moment before getting up out from under the covers, making his way into the bathroom. A few minutes later, the door reopened and a figure made its way into the bed.

"Please leave now, Daemon." said a highly feminine voice. "I like my sleep."

“You forgot, Lily, I don’t mind male or female. Not getting off that easily~”

“Well, I removed any genitals, so leave.” The now dragoness grumbled as she snuggled up against her mate.

“You still have a tongue, claws and a tail. That’s plenty if you know how to use them.”

“I can get rid of those, too.”

“You could make yourself a smooth round lump and I could still find a way to get off with you. Stop fighting a losing battle, Lily.”

“Do I have to, Snuffy?” whined the dragoness.

“Snuffy hates to admit it, but she see no other way. Daemon can go month without sleep. Snuffy cannot last months of that banging.”

The dragoness sighed as she sat up, snapping as to give herself her genitals back. Walking to the door, she hung her head as she opened it. “Fine.” Daemon barely let the word come out of the dragoness’ mouth before she tackled her to the ground, pressing her lips against Lily’s.

Lily let out a muffled squeak of surprise followed by a groan as she hit the ground. She pushed Daemon away from her with a gasp. “What the hell?! I agreed to sex, not a make-out session!” Daemon laughed before scooting back next to Lily and placing a hoof on her chest.

“You loved that and don’t even think about lying. I saw the way your flame flared when I kissed you!” Snuffy raised her head off the bed to look at the two on the floor. Her gaze, though, was mainly focused on Lily.

The dragoness gulped. “Th-that doesn’t mean anything...right?”

“Actually...” Daemon’s smile faded a bit. “It also could have just meant I surprised you. What I saw was excitement in that flare.” Daemon let her hoof start trailing down. “Are you excited, Lily?”

“I-I-I don’t know…” She gulped, taking a quick glance at Snuffy.

“You don’t know? How do you not know? Are you feeling warm? Can you feel your pulse quickening?” Daemon started trailing her hoof down Lily’s belly. “That sweet, tingling throb in your nethers~”

Lily gulped, shivering under Daemon’s grasp. She stole a glimpse at Snuffy before focusing her attention on the mare above. Snapping her fingers, she disappeared out of the room, finding herself on the surface where she fell to the ground, shoving her finger into her nethers. Pulling it out, she looked at the juice that clung to them in confusion.

“What is wrong with me?” she groaned, falling onto her back. “I shouldn’t feel this way about Daemon, I have a girlfriend, for gods sake!” She ran her claws over her face. “It doesn’t help that it feels like my crotch is on fire, now.”

Lily then felt something soft, warm, and wet run across her face. “You taste pretty good.” Daemon giggled as she nuzzled Lily. “Care if I take a taste from the source?”

The dragoness blushed, rolling over as to avoid her. “L-let me have some peace, Daemon.”

“I can’t. You can feel it, can’t you? That burning fire that threatens to boil your blood. You want to satisfy it, don’t you? Well, That is how I feel, only worse. And it doesn’t go away until I satisfy it. I’ve tried to wait it out before. The results...weren’t pretty...or clean...or exactly nonlethal.”

“That’s not what’s bothering me.” The dragoness curled into a ball.

“Then what is?”

The dragoness’ blush grew deeper. “I...I-I don’t want to say…”

“I guess that mouth could be doing other things...” Daemon scooted up close to Lily a grin and kissed the dragoness on the back. Lily only shuddered, retreating farther into her ball. She laid there for a moment.

“I...I-I’m so confused.” she said quietly, just barely above a whisper. “I...I-I’m feeling things I shouldn’t be…”

“Wrong. You are feeling what your body wants. It’s only natural to seek out pleasure and companionship and weren’t you just telling me not to mess with the natural order of things?” Daemon patted Lily on the shoulder. “ I am not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do...but I get the sense you are wanting to do something.”

“Y-you’re not getting.” The dragoness rolled over with a groan, covering her face with her claws. “I’m not talking about me being horny, I’ve dealt with that. I...I-I mean romantically.”

“Romantically...” Daemon held a smirk on her face.

“Daemon...I...I-I think I...um...l-l love you...”

“I couldn’t quite hear that last bit, Lily. You shouldn’t mumble like that when talking to ponies.”

“I...I think I love you...”

“You think you what? Love soup?”

“I THINK I LOVE YOU, DAEMON DELIRUM.” shouted Lily. She blinked as she realized what she did, curling back up in her ball with a meep.

“I know...” Daemon chuckled as she patted Lily on the head. “Probably knew before you. Maybe. I had hunches, but nothing really solid. But Lily...oh Lily...Lily...I didn’t plan anything past this point.” Daemon stared blank faced past the dragoness. “I...don’t have a plan...Don’t know what to say...”

“I...am worried about Snuffy...I...don’t want to lose her either.” said Lily as she rolled over to face Daemon. “As for what to do now...we both know…”

“But it isn’t possible...Did I not plan a scenario? I am sure I had something. I couldn’t have just forgotten! I don’t forget things like that. I wrote it down somewhere? No. I never write my plans down. What happened then? Why is it blank? There should never be a blank. What do I do now?”

“Daemon…?” Lily grew a look of concern on her face, having a claw in front of Daemon’s face, hoping to get some form of reaction.

“Yes yes. That would make sense right? Sabotage? Am I under a spell? No? Yes? Maybe I am forgetting that I am under a spell? Who is capable of that? Luna? Cadance...Celestia! I will find them. I will find them and make them undo the spell. I can’t forget what I know. I have to remember I have to know again. It is the only way to be able to be me, if I know what I knew. Because if I keep forgetting, I lose who I am piece by piece. I need to be me again.”

Lily grabbed the mare by the shoulders, shaking her. “Daemon? Please...stop this...you’re scaring me. No one did anything to you…”

“They did. They all did! I don’t forget plans! They’re all in it together and that means they’ll all pay for it.” Daemon growled as she bared her teeth. “I know how to make them pay. Through their dear little ponies lives...”

There was a resounding slap as a now crying Lily backhanded Daemon, sobbing as she stared at Daemon in horror. “Stop! It’s no one’s fault! You...you just forgot, Daemon. We all forget...especially during times like these. No one put spells on you, no one is trying to hurt you. Please....stop…”

Daemon blinked a couple times before smiling. “That...felt good. Can you slap my flank next?”

Lily stared at her for a moment before standing and punting her in the head. “Baka!” Daemon rolled away a bit, grabbing her head.

“Ow! What was that for, Lily?” Daemon rolled back and forth, moaning in pain.

“You were being a complete baka.” said Lily with a pout, crossing her arms. “First you were talking about harming ponies for revenge for some COMPLETELY ridiculous plot against you, then you want me to slap your ass!” The dragoness sat down with a huff. “I’m amazed I fell for you.”

Daemon stopped rolling around and looked with a frown at Lily. “That first part does sound ridiculous, but the second part there still sounds very tempting. I’m not gonna lie, I could probably wet a slip n’ slide right now.”

The dragoness let out a sigh, unfolding her arms. “As much as I would love to have sex with you, we do need t figure out what to do with Snuffy. I do love her dearly...but I don’t know what will happen if she found out I shared the same feelings for you.”

“It’s quite simple. Who do you want to be with, me or Snuffy?”

“I don’t want to choose! I don’t ask you to choose between Bamah and Luna.”

“Really? There is an instance where you would choose me over Snuffy? Hmm.”

“I didn’t say that…”

“You didn’t say it directly, no, but you did not give my question a straight answer. That tells me that you can see us together...”

“...You give me a headache.” groaned Lily. “I can see me with both you and Snuffy. Like I said, I don’t want to choose…”

“Oh? So you want your own little harem, huh? I see you are into hoarding more than just gold.”

“You are a perv.” said Lily with a small giggle.

“Says the dragon that wants a clawful of lovers at their beck and call. But I don’t take offense to that idea. Just one thing Lily...”

The dragoness let out a sigh. “Yes?”

“You can’t have me to yourself. I am Bakmah’s first and foremost. I definitely don’t mind sharing a bed with you and Snuffy once in a while, but you can’t call me your own...”

Deciding not to call her out on how Bakmah probably would not return, she nodded. “I guess...I am okay with this.”

“I guess that is settled then. Now onto more pertinent matters.” Daemon wrapped a hhoof around Lily and squeezed their bodies together. “I think there is something well overdue to be tended to.” Daemon smiled before kissing Lily deeply. Lily moaned deeply, accepting the kiss wholeheartedly, melting under the grasp of Daemon.

“I couldn’t agree more.” said the dragoness after pulling back. She giggled as she pushed herself on top of Daemon.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lilian breathed in deeply, letting the crisp, outside air fill his lungs. The songs of birds greeted his ears in the calm silence of the forest. The rays from the sun illuminated the medium sized clearing, the heat warming the drake's scales. He bounced lightly on his heels before closing his eyes to take everything in.

"...Yes, but that does push the total amount over what it needs to be... You think so? I don't want to hear you cry when it doesn't work..." Said Daemon, several yards away from Lillian with a coy smile on her face. " Alright. I'll talk to you again after the experiment is done."

“It’s not polite to talk behind someone’s back.” said the drake with a sigh, opening his eyes.

“That only applies to gossip and bad mouthing, Lili. It has no standing when one is talking about private matters with clientele.”

“Clientele or the voices in your head?”

“Neither, actually.” Daemon walked over and threw herself on the ground before the dragon. “They are going to be helping me in an upcoming...experiment. I really like the initiative their taking, but their calculations are off. A learning curve, I suppose...”

“And who exactly are they, then?” asked the drake, craning his neck to look back at her.

“A private assistant. The only one able to be of use to me in the immediate area really... Why are you so interested in my going ons?”

“It may have been two months, but I know you are going to try and bring Bakmah back. I am still not comfortable with the idea.”

“I will have nothing to do with Bakmah’s coming back. He can do that perfectly on his own. My attention needs to be focused on other matters at the present. I am sorry to disappoint you in that aspect, Lili.”

“How would he….nevermind.” The drake shook his head. “I just need to find something productive to do now. Snuffy has an excuse with taking care of a child, and you have your own agenda. I...have nothing.”

“Oh my. What an existential crisis you have going on! You are in no shape, way or form burdened by some stress inducing problem. Your greatest challenge is what to eat for breakfast in the mornings or which mate to take to bed. Oh, woe is poor Lili! How might he ever survive?” Daemon rolled onto her back and placed a hoof to her forehead.

“Fuck you.” said the drake with a huff, looking away.

“You’re ready to go again? I thought you said you needed rest after last night.”

“...You suck.”

“Quite expertly, I’m told. Wish to find out?”

“Just shut up.” Lilian sighed as he looked around the clearing that surrounded Bakmah’s grave. “Life is by far the most confusing, shittiest thing on the planet.”

“Then you haven’t been to some of the bathrooms I’ve been to. They
would change your perspective on that completely.”

“You never take anything seriously, do you?”

“I try not to. It makes life not worth living if you are too serious all the time...or even some of the time. You’re immortal. Just lay back and have fun.”

“I know I should, but after everything, I find it hard to anymore.” “He looked down at her sadly. “How the fuck do you do it every day?”

“How?” Daemon shrugged. “I just find the things I love and love to do and focus on that. If I get bored with a subject, I usually find something else to focus on. I am only able to do this because the world is ever changing. New things to do are always popping up and I find I enjoy trying out those new things no matter how small they may be. It’s simple really.”

“Not for me, apparently.” Lilian sighed as he plopped himself down, laying himself against Bakmah’s grave. “You, Bakmah, Snuffy, all of you push through life easily, and I struggle to get by. I just don’t get it.”

“Because you’re trying too hard. Stop trying to validate your existence and just exist.” Daemon stretched before sitting up, a stray leaf stuck in her mane. “Life isn’t meant to validate yourself through you. It’s meant for you to validate yourself through others. Or something similar to that.”

The mare sighed. “Just...stop worrying.”

Lilian just sat there. “I don’t know…” He blinked. “Can you...go check on Snuffy? I...want to stay here a little while longer…”

“Nope. Because I do not need to check on Snuffy. What’s going to happen to her? Get lost trying to find the bathroom? See, there is that worrying thing, Lili.”

“Well, um, just go check for me.”

“And now you’re pressing the subject. This means you want me gone for some reason. Why do you want me to leave?”

“I just...want to be alone.”

“Oh?” Daemon got up and walked over to Lilian. With a glow of her horn, she jerked his head over to make them stare eye to eye. “Alright then, Lilian. I WILL see you later. Don’t do anything stupid until then. Privy?”

“Fine.” He pulled his head away, looking down at the ground.

“Ta ta for now then, Lili. Think about what I said.” With a short laugh, the mare disappeared.

“Gah!” Crystal barely dodged the tree that flew past her. “Daemon...just calm down.”

“Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! How am I suppose to calm down? He is nowhere to be found when his children are BEING BORN!”

“Well...” Crystal scratched the back of her head. “You said she was just starting and everything right? Doesn’t that take awhile?”

“That’s not the point! He should be taking care of her right now!” Daemon gritted her teeth as she unearthed another tree, this time throwing it in the direction opposite of Crystal. “That lousy, no good piece of shit! Where is he?!”

“Um...I don’t know, but I do have one question.”

“WHAT?!”

“Who is watching her right now?” The look of dawning realization spreading across Daemon’s rage filled face was quite a treat for Crystal.

“Ihavetogobye!”

“Ah...” Crystal sighed in relief. “She’s gone...but what was she even talking about?”

“Snuffy!” Daemon popped out of the air near the hybrid. “How are you doing? Need anything? Warm towels? Water? Soup?”

Snuffy sighed from in her bubble bath. “Snuffy has told Daemon she is fine. The little ones will not be here for a while. All Snuffy needs right now is to relax...”

“Oh... Okay. I’ll just go somewhere...Find a book to read...or lie down...eat?”

“Snuffy does not like being cross with Daemon, but she must insist, thoroughly, that Daemon leave...now.”

“Alright.” Daemon pinned her ears back as she slowly made her way to the door. She looked back, only to find Snuffy ignoring her, before exiting and closing the door behind. “Well, that didn’t go so good.”

There was a loud thump, followed by a quiet groan coming from Bakmah’s lab. The sound grew into feet sliding across the floor, occasionally something falling and breaking. Finally, there was a solid thud, followed by a curse.

“If he has been hiding in there this whole time...” Daemon growled as she rushed towards Bakmah’s lab, bursting through its doors. “Now listen here, you little dick licker! How dare you keep us waiting this long for...for...” The rest of Daemon’s rant seemed to freeze in her throat as she realized the scene before her.

Bakmah, still coated in the juices from the orb that he crawled out of, struggled to pick himself up off the ground. His claws slid over the juice, making him fall right back down to his position before, causing him to groan in pain.

Daemon slowly relaxed, a smile making its way on her face. “Well then! What wet pussy did you just slide out of, Bakksy?”

"Daemon?" The drake looked up, his eyes a glazed over gray as they caught the light. "Where..." The mare walked softly over to the drake, wrapping her hooves around him.

“Here, you idiot.” Daemon squeezed him tight, not caring how messy she got. “I’ve missed you.”

"I missed you, too." said the drake with a smile, laying his head against her. "Also, where are the lights?"

“You’re blind... I could tell from your eyes. Don’t think that is going to make me change the way I act towards you. You’re still a dick licker for keeping me waiting this long.”

"Not my fault I had to wait for my magic to return fully." said the drake with a pout. His claw glowed red for a brief moment before his eyes slowly returned to their amethyst color. "Well, that will work for now."

“Bakmah...”

"Yes, love?"

“This stuff is really sticky...”

"I know..."

“Snuffy is in the tub and she isn’t coming out anytime soon...”

"I see...and Lilian?"

“The about-to-be-father is nowhere to be found...”

"That is...okay." He shifted. "What now?"

“Getting clean, I would hope.”

"Then finding Lili, yes?"

“Of course. And hopefully before his children are born.” Daemon loosened her grip enough to where she could pull back to look Bakmah in the eye. “I know a small little pond we could take a dip in and not be bothered...except for maybe a mint green unicorn.”

"I would like to see this pond." Bakmah grinned. "And a little extra company would be fine if she doesn't mind."

“I do hope you are using the word see rhetorically.” Daemon giggled. A split second later, they were in the crisp, cool waters of said pond, sitting not ten feet from said mint green unicorn. Said mint green unicorn had an expression of dull surprise locked on her face, the sandwich she was eating falling out of her magical grasp and into the water.

Bakmah let out a yelp as his new body met water. "Holy fuck that's cold!" This only caused Daemon to laugh.

“Oh, toughen up. It isn’t that bad. Or would you rather get out now and not get...thoroughly washed?”

"H-hush. I-it has been two months since I used a body and this one is over a year old."

“All I am hearing is that something needs to be broken in...”

"...just hush and wash me."

“Um...” The once talked about mint green unicorn seemed to have gotten over her initial shock. “I think I should just leave now.” She said as she started moving towards the shore.

“No.”

“Okay.” That one mint green unicorn settled back into her spot in the water.

"You should let her leave if she wants to, Daemon." said Bakmah, looking back at her.

“But she doesn’t want to.” Daemon levitated a globule of water above Bakmah and let it go. “Believe it or not, this little pony could give me a run for my money in lewdness. She can just hide it better. That is why she is here. To relax” Daemon emphasized the word by locating a hind hoof of hers between Bakmah’s legs.

"I'm alive for three minutes and you are already trying to get me in you." said Bakmah with a chuckle. "Less emotional of a homecoming than I expected."

“I think you would be disappointed if greeted you any other way.” The mare nuzzled the dragon. “ And I would like to think that I don’t have to break down into a sobbing little filly so show you how happy I am to have you back.”

"At least you admitted that you missed me." He nuzzled back. "Did Lili have fun being the only male?"

“Heh. I doubt he could have handled me much longer. He is a frail little hatchling at times.” Daemon began moving her hoof up and down against Bakmah’s crotch.

The drake hummed softly. "It is funny how much more gall the younger sibling has, yes?"

“Gall or ignorance. I have yet to figure out.” Daemon laughed as she fell away from the drake, wading into deeper waters. “Now, are you going to come and claim what’s yours. or am I just going to have to have fun all by myself with our little friend here?” Daemon motioned at the all-but-forgotten mint green unicorn.

"I have to work to get laid? When was this a thing?" asked the drake, slowly swimming towards her, only to have the mare skirt away as he got close.

“When you just up and left me all alone for as long as you did. Especially with all that’s going on.” Daemon just smiled softly as she swam around the dragon, making her way back around to the shallows.

"Not my fault my health failed me." said the drake, turning around to head towards her

“I am just hearing excuses~” Daemon chuckled as she pushed the mint green unicorn onto her back and climbed on top of her. “I’m sure you could have found someway to get out of such an ordeal.” Daemon delighted herself in the excited twinkle in the other mare’s eyes as she wrapped their legs together, causing them both to be spread out eagerly for the dragon behind them.

"Trying to break me in or break me?"

“We know the answer to this, Bakksy.” Daemon smiled before pulling the mint green unicorn into a deep kiss, slowly thrusting her hips against the mare and earning a low moan from it.

Bakmah rolled his eyes as he waded towards them. Just as he was nearly there, he dove under the water, circling around them once or twice before surfacing. He rolled his shoulders once or twice before wading towards the edge and climbing out.

“You two have fun now.” He said with a wave of his claw.

“Hey!” Daemon jerked her head up to glare at Bakmah. “If you leave now I will never let you touch me again! I will seek alternative means and make sure you know every moment of it. I won’t touch you either, by the way.”

Bakmah paused for a moment. “Follow me, Daemon. Without your little friend.” With that he kept walking forward.

“Wait here.” Daemon booped her nose against the other unicorn’s before hopping off of her and following Bakmah. “So so, Bakksy. Why so secretive?” Without warning, Bakmah whipped around and captured her in a deep kiss, teleporting them just above their bed. The springs squeaked in protest at the sudden weight that was thrown on it.

Bakmah pulled back with a small pant. “I decided to hog you to myself for this, love.” he said with a grin.

“I do not mind in the least, but be a bit careful next time. You nearly broke the bed. Then what would we have done?” Daemon giggled.

"Fuck each other silly on the remains?"

“I would rather not have splinters and pieces of wood digging into my flank while we made love.”

"Fragile ponies"

“Yes, because the conversion of scales to flesh is applicable in this situation.” Daemon sighed. “So how long are you going to keep me waiting?”

“As long as I feel necessary.”

“Mmm. Why are you being so mean?” Daemon pouted, looking sheepishly at Bakmah. “I know you want it. Don’t you want to give it to me, Bakksy?”

The drake sighed as he nuzzled the mare. “The first thing on my mind after being dead for two months, barely making a seal with a body, is not to fuck you senseless as you imagine. I...I just want to lay here, holding you, acknowledging what I almost lost. Is that so bad?”

Daemon nodded. “I guess not. If that is what you truly want, then it is what I want as well.” Daemon nuzzled Bakmah. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes. Yes I am.” He kissed her brow softly, slowly getting up off her.

"I figured you would be." Daemon rolled off the bed onto her hooves. "I'll get you some food so just lay back and relax." Daemon winked at him before disappearing from the room.

The drake shook his head before laying himself on his back with a groan. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of his own breathing as he waited.

“Funny how the first thing that happens when you get back is that mare wanting to take from you.”

Bakmah shot upwards, searching around the room for the source of the voice,only to find he was alone in the room. "It is expected." said the drake cautiously.

“Is it? Wouldn’t the first thing a loved one would want is to know that their partner is in full health before selfishly trying to satisfy their own needs?”

"Implying she didn't already know. She is a bit of an odd one in that nature." The drake slowly pushed himself off the bed. "As for selfish needs, I can't exactly blame her considering what she goes through."

“I can see some blame in it, though. Especially seeing as she just sated that need last night, but that is really not my place to talk about. I just thought it was rather rude that she tried to pull you into a threesome not five minutes after your returning and full well knowing you aren’t in perfect health. That seems more lust than love.”

Bakmah stood there for a moment. "Still can't blame her, though." said the drake with a shrug. "She knows I am in as much condition as I usually am in after switching bodies. And I have done similar, if not more, exerting acts with her in that state."

“So you’re saying it’s alright because it’s happened before? I don’t believe it should be. She expects a lot more out of you than you should have to give. And when has she given anything ,other than her body, that you enjoy?”

Bakmah sighed. "I'm going to see if my fiancé has anything made yet."

“Or you could just eat the gems I left on the bed.”

The dragon looked back, finding a pile of rubies sitting on the bed. He blinked before shaking his head. "Mum told me not to eat teleporting gems."

“That is up to you. I figure you’d want something more than the pony food she is making for you.”

"And I am fine with cooked food. I rather prefer it."

“Yes, but there is a difference between cooked food and the grass she is feeding you. Dragons need a lot more than that.”

"Grass isn't bad. I had to survive a month on it alone."

“But you don’t have to survive on it now. Your...fiance should have enough sense to know that you are not a pony. You need meat and gems, not grass and flowers. Don’t you ever wonder why she tries to feed you this kind of stuff when it’s obvious it’s not part of your natural diet?”

"She obviously has a perfectly good reason or she wouldn't do so." He let out a heavy sigh. "Are you just going to insult Daemon? And who are you even?"

“Trust me, it is not my intention to insult Daemon. I just don’t understand why you stay with a pony like her when she doesn’t see you for the dragon you are. And as for my name, it’s Tinder. My parents had an absurd sense of humor when it came to naming their children.”

"I see." The drake shook his head. "Besides, I am not a normal dragon. I am not technically a dragon at all. My diet is malleable."

“You are dragon enough. I just have a sense of...sadness when I see one as great as you get reduce to the station of mere pony. You are so much more than that.”

"I was nothing but a mere ambassador for my father, then a nothing but a mere hermit." He laughed. "You put so much faith in an old dragon."

“You doubt yourself. No doubt because of your father. You can be so much more than what you think you can be. Even much more than your father. But our time for talk is coming to an end. Your fiancee is coming. I will hopefully speak with you more, yes? Until next time, Bakmah.”

"I, um, sure?" The drake blinked before plopping on the bed It wasn’t long after that Daemon popped into the room, carrying two bowls and a plate of sandwiches.

“Here it is, Bakksy!” Daemon trotted over to the bed. “I can easily make more if...” Daemon cocked her head when she saw the rubies on the bed. “Where did those come from?”

"Just...don't ask." said the drake with a sigh.

“Oh, with that kind of answer I can only wonder where you pulled them from.” Daemon giggled as she set the bowls and plate in front of Bakmah. “Hay porridge with some delicious daisy sandwiches!”

"My health isn't failing me THAT bad, Daemon." said the drake with a laugh. "Though thank you for the meal." The drake nodded as he grabbed a spoon and scooped up a bit of porridge.

“You're welcome, and I know your health isn’t that bad. It just sounded like a really good meal right now.”

Bakmah bounced his spoon on the bed a few times. "Daemon, why is it you only feed me pony food?"

“Hmm?” Daemon tilted her head. “I guess I really never put much thought in it. It really doesn’t matter, does it? You can eat it just fine all the same, right?”

"Yes, but I do need dragon food once in awhile."

“I suppose that is true... Would you like me to go out and find you something?” Daemon’s eyes slowly fixated on the rubies on the bed. “And what would you want me to get you?”

Bakmah blinked before looking back at the pile, groaning as he teleported them somewhere far away. "Damn dragoness." he muttered. "No, no I'm fine for now, love."

“You don’t seem fine...” The purple mare scooted up next to the dragon. “Something seems to be bothering you.”

"It's just..." He laid back with a sigh. "I...feel like a piece of meat more than a lover, Daemon."

“What do you mean, Bakksy?”

"The first thing you wanted was a threesome. Not to know if I was okay or anything. And you can't blame heat, because this room reeks of sex."

“I...” Daemon shrunk back a bit. “I just wanted to have some fun with you, Bakksy. I’ve missed you...”

The drake sighed. "I know, Daemon, I know." he said softly. "It's just been so...chaotic."

Daemon crawled up next to the dragon, carefully avoiding the food, and snuggled up against him. "It's fine, Bakksy. The only thing you have to do right now is relax."

"That seems harder than it should be." said the drake with a huff.

"Just relax and eat, Bakksy. If you need anything, I'll take care of it for you."

"I'm...I'm good for now." said the drake with a sigh.

"The same cannot be said for your brother. He has a lot to answer to when he gets back..."

"Why?" asked the drake.

"Because he is off doing Celestia knows what while Snuffy is in labor."

"And when was her first contraction? And how many contractions has she experienced since then?"

"A few hours ago. And she's only had a couple since then." Daemon shifted uneasily against Bakmah. "It makes me worried, how slow it's going. It is probably because she is a mix between reptilian and mammalian species. What if she is actually unable to give birth because of that? She could miscarriage and it'd be all my fault."

"Daemon, it usually takes twelve or more hours of labor before the child is born. It will be awhile."

"But I... I guess you're right. I do know one thing, if your brother misses his children being born, I'm going to cut his tail off."

"Um, ow. We...kinda need those."

"Well, he kinda needs to be here right now."

"Yes, but I doubt he predicted this happening, now did he?"

“Maybe not, but he knew she was close. Dammit all.” Daemon moved to lay across Bakmah. “Everything is happening at once and his absence is just putting all that much more on me.”

Bakmah chuckled as he ran a claw through her hair. “It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah...” Daemon sighed with a smile. “Yes it will.”

The drake let out a yawn. "Anyways, I need PROPER sleep."

“Then sleep, Bakksy. I’ll be here keeping an eye on things.” The mare nuzzled against the dragon’s stomach. “Just sleep for now...”

The dragon purred as he slowly nodded off into sleep.

A certain mint green unicorn sat in the small pond just inside the Everfree.

“The sun is going down.” She said as she sloshed the water around her with a hoof. “She told me to wait, but...” The unicorn looked to the shore. “I’m going to catch a cold if I stay much longer...”

Chapter Twenty Three

“Mmm. Bakksy~ It’s time to wake up, Bakksy.” Something warm and soft pressed against the underside of the dragon’s chin. “It’s getting late. Or early. That is entirely of your perspective.”

The drake stirred with a groan. “I dun wanna.”

“I understand, love, but I might need some help with something. It’s a bit important...”

The drake sighed before opening his eyes. “What?”

“Well...” Daemon was staring up at the dragon a bit wide eyed. “I’ve never been on this side of a delivery...I don’t know what to do. Snuffy is close...”

“Daemon, you are asking a reptile.”

“But...Wait. Would Snuffy lay eggs then?”

“Depends, what is she more of? Mammal or reptile?”

“Well...It’s a bit half and half. I tried to balance things. Never thought this situation would come up though.”

“Well, I don’t know what the fuck to do.”

“Neither do I! Bakksy... We need to find someone who can do this...Do you know any?”

“I don’t know, a doctor who actually does this for a living?”

“Um. That may be a problem...”

“Why?”

“I may have, in a mad rant while you were sick, estranged all known doctors in the area...”

“...Gods damnit, Daemon…”

“Hey, I was under a lot of stress at the time and wasn’t getting any of the answers I needed. You can’t blame me for being a bit...forceful.”

“A bit?”

“Um, yeah. Just a bit.” Daemon smiled innocently.

Bakmah rubbed his temples. “Now what?”

“I don’t know. You seriously don’t know anyone who could help right now? I mean, I could read about the whole process and what to do but I doubt I have the time for that.’

“Nope…”

“I guess we’re screwed?”

“Yes.”

“Well...fuck. I say we need to hunt down Lili and force him to be here.”

“You can do that. I will sleep.”

“...Alright then. I will see you in a bit. With either a full or partial dragon. Bye bye.” Daemon waved lightly at Bakmah before disappearing.

“She is gone again. That means we can speak. How are you after a bit of sleep, Bakmah?”

“Decent.” said the drake with a sigh. “I believe I did say I wanted more sleep.”

“You did, but I would love it if we may speak for just a bit longer. If that is fine with you?”

“Fine, I guess.”

“I was just wondering why you are not as panicked as that mare is over...that creature giving birth. Sorry for the lack of a better word. I know not its name nor what to call its breed.”

“She is a hybrid, female, and her name is Sanufia.” said Bakmah with a sigh. “As for why I’m not freaking out? Daemon has a tendency to worry about small things. I find it adorable, though.”

“Worry? It seems more like she is overreacting to me. Well, not just me. My siblings would agree to this as well. You really find that sort of behavior cute?”

“She is not one to overreact often. As for her freaking out over small things.” The drake blinked. “Why do you have such an interest in me and Daemon?”

“I am not as much interested in Daemon as I am you. I just wonder why you are with a...pony like her...”

“Who says she is a pony?”

“We are all well aware of what exactly that pony is. It just doesn’t make much sense to me. Dragons usually stick with much of their own species. It’s very rarely that you see a dragon mating with something that even is comfortable in the form of a pony.”

“The dragons need someone better than a homicidal drake.” He shrugged. “I am not famous among my kind. Daemon doesn’t really care about the skeletons in my closet because she cares more for who I really am.”

“Or is it because she has more skeletons in her closet than you do? She is not famous among her kind either. It is because of these similarities that you two find solace in each others company? Have you convinced each yourselves that the other is the only choice for you? You have more choices than just that pony, Bakmah Genesis. On that I can guarantee.”

“And I really don’t give a rat’s ass.”

“Are you sure that is your honest feeling, Bakmah? I will leave you to sleep now. I just ask that you really think about why you are with Daemon. Good night, Bakmah.”

Bakmh grunted as he fell back. He sighed as he closed his eyes. He was not given a chance to sleep before the door was thrown open.

“Completely unbelievable!” yelled Daemon. “I spent so much time looking for his loose ass only for him to be in their room THE ENTIRE TIME! And what’s more, Snuffy already had her foals.” She paused. “Don’t ask me to repeat their names. I didn’t even try to pronounce them. I just made up nicknames for them instead.”

Bakmah blinked a few times before shrugging. “That’s good...I guess. What did you pick?”

“Savvy, Shix, and Fae.” She sighed as she sat next to him on the bed. “I think...we should not let her name their kids next time.”

“Considering those nicknames, I think that is the best plan.”

“Bakksy...are you okay? You look a bit tired.”

“Yes...yes I’m fine, until you woke me up.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Do you need help getting back to sleep~” Daemon let her tail rub against Bakmah.

The drake yawned. "I think I can handle that on my own." said the drake already falling asleep.

"Then I shall wait here."

Lilian stirred from his slumber with a small yawn. A small smile appeared on his face on his as he opened his eyes. The sight of his three daughters brought a smile to his face. He frowned as he thought back to the names his mate had picked.

"I'm naming the next litter." mumbled the drake.

“Why is this?” Snuffy mumbled, not even opening her eyes.

“Well, you did pick pretty good names...except it is extremely difficult to remember them, let alone pronounce them. We had to get Daemon to give them nicknames.”

“Snuffy does not think they are hard to remember or even pronounce.” The hybrid lifted her head and stared at her children. “Savayla, Ushixiris, and Wrafaeth. They are simple names for extraordinary cubs.”

“Snuffy, I am beginning to think that your opinion on ‘simple’ is different than ours.”

“How would our opinions differ? Snuffy was raised by Daemon so Snuffy would have much of Daemon’s opinions....right?” Snuffy scritched one of her younglings under the chin, a soft thrumming coming from it while it slept. “Daemon did think the names were simple, yes?”

“She couldn’t pronounce them.” The drake let out a sigh, scooting so he sat up. “It is not about who raised, it was how you were raised. Sanufia, none of us were raised by being stuck in a dungeon, guarding dangerous entities and have nothing better to do than read.”

“Snuffy was not stuck in her home.” The hybrid gave a soft huff. ‘Snuffy chose to stay here when she came of age. Daemon gave Snuffy full choice in what she wanted to do with her life. Snuffy just thought it was proper to pay Daemon back for raising her.”

“Point is, you were doing nothing by reading. That increases your knowledge and literal abilities to immense proportions and makes the rest of us seem like cave ponies.”

“Snuffy does not think of her mate as a cave pony. Snuffy sees no difference between us even though she know the benefits of genetically modified organisms in a quarantined biome with controlled and tainted specimens while experimenting to find the most effective and efficient way to promote substantial growth without invoking a rapid and complete takeover and causing the nearby ecosystem to fall into disrepair and her mate does not. It does not bother Snuffy in the slightest.”

“...Too many big words...my brain hurts.”

“Snuffy does not believe there is many big words in that.” The crossbreed sighed. “But she has noticed that even those she was raised by Daemon, Snuffy does indeed lack a lot of Daemon’s traits. Snuffy has never found a book explaining why...”

“Because she MADE you, Snuffy. You aren’t literally her flesh and blood.”

“Ones surroundings often dictate their personality more than ones blood...”

“And you are in here more than around Daemon.”

“As of late, Snuffy has to admit she is in her room, but when she was younger, her and Daemon would spend much time together. Reading, helping with experiments, just lazing around as Daemon loves to do. Snuffy...misses some of it.”

“I know the feeling. I would love to go back to when all us brothers were kids.” He chuckled. “But all of it happened for a reason and it is wise not to change any of it.”

“Snuffy supposes though. Snuffy has her own little ones to look after now and cannot act like Daemon’s little one anymore...”

“We do grow up sometime, Snuffy.”

“Except Daemon. She has always been the same.”

“I think she always will be.”

The hybrid looked at her mate with a smile. “No. Snuffy does not share this thought. Things are changing in this world. And when the world changes, so will Daemon. Snuffy has already seen a bit of it.”

“Oh? How so?”

“How Daemon has been acting. She’s...different. Hard for Snuffy to put a claw on it exactly. Daemon doesn’t seem as interested in certain things like she used to.”

“Then Bakmah is doing some good to her.” He chuckled as he lifted up on of the cub’s heads with a claw, rubbing it softly. “Things are looking up…”

“Snuffy is not sure if it is good. Daemon has been more stressed out lately as well. Coming to her lab and experimenting was one of the few things Daemon did when she was completely calm. A place of focus and relaxing. Snuffy has not seen Daemon in that room for some time now. Some of Daemons experiments have expired due to negligence. Snuffy is...just very worried for Daemon.”

“I see...the what should we do now?”

“Rest. Snuffy is exhausted. Having these little ones was a lot more than Snuffy expected it to be. She was not ready at all.” The crossbreed seemed to think for a moment. “That is a lie. Snuffy knew what to expect. She just did not expect it to be everything she expected.”

“Alright then.” Lilian kissed her brow. “We shall sleep.”

“Lilian...”

“Yes?”

“Are the names Snuffy picked really that bad?”

“Absolutely, but I still love them all the same.”

“Bakksy! Come in here!” Daemon was yelling from the throne room.

The drake sighed as he set down his glass of water, the only liquid he had since he came back. He stood from the kitchen table before making his way towards the throne room. "What?"

“Come have a drink with me.” Daemon held up a very old bottle of what looked like a strong liquor. “In celebration.”

"Of what?" Asked the drake, looking at the bottle.

“You coming back, of course.” Daemon pulled the stopper of the bottle with her magic. “The great thing about being able to live so long, great booze.” The mare took a quick swig of the liquid, immediately making a face. “Great booze that burns like the fires of Tartarus.”

"Pour me a drink then." said Bakmah, walking towards Daemon. The mare smile before taking another drink. She set the bottle down before jumping out of the throne, wrapping her hooves around Bakmah’s neck and pulling im into a deep kiss while letting the alcoholic liquid flow over their tongues.

The drake let out a deep moan before gulping down the substance with a grin. “I would have liked a glass, but I guess that works too.”

“Of course it works.” Daemon’s horn glowed as the bottle and two glasses appeared into front of her. “But a bit inconvenient overall.” Daemon filled the two glasses and levitated one to Bakmah. Grabbed his glass before lifting it in toast.

Daemon happily complied. “Let’s not be away from each other that long again. It was hell for me.”

“If we want our children, I’ll have to be away longer, you know this, Daemon.” said the drake, taking a swig of his drink, screwing up his face as it burned his throat. “We have to sacrifice some things for our own gain.”

“I know, Bakksy. I know.” Daemon sighed, staring at her glass. “I just wish it didn’t have to be that way.” Daemon threw the glass back, downing nearly half of it in one go. “Isn’t there some way easier?”

“Not unless you want to adopt a mortal baby that will live ninety years before the wheel of time claims their life.”

“No. I don’t want that.” Daemon finished her glass and then held it out to Bakmah. “I want to do this right...no matter the cost.”

“Then, when we get the chance, I will finish up what we had started.” He grabbed her glass before refilling it, handing it back to her. “Until then, we enjoy what we have.”

“Yeah!” Daemon giggled, taking the glass and taking another long drink from it. “We need to enjoy everything we have. Come and sit in the throne, Bakksy.” Daemon patted her seat with her tail. “It’s really comfortable~”

Bakmah rolled his eyes as he walked over to the mare, sitting himself next to her. "Happy?" he asked, nuzzling her affectionately. Daemon let out a low hum before climbing in the drake’s lap.

“Quite.” Daemon laid her head against his chest. “Are we really this close to succeeding?”

“Well, I need to clean up the mess you made in your soul, then you should remember what is needed to be able to fix our dilemma. Starsoul...might not survive it, though. I actually believe I will have to unbind you two to fix this...or you’ll have to.” He sighed. “It won’t be easy, Daemon.”

“No. It will not. It has not been either!” Daemon stood up in Bakmah’s lap, a fire in her eyes. “But they always say, all those little ponies say, that if what you aim for is easy, then it probably isn’t worth the effort! And I say, this is worth all of our efforts combined!” Daemon stamped lightly on Bakmah’s chest to punctuate her little speech.

The unicorn laughed before falling back down in Bakmah’s lap. “That was funny, Bakmah.”

“Daemon...I think you’re drunk...after two glasses.”

“Bah! I am not drunk. I am simply...not drunk. Have faith in your lover, Bakksy. WAIT!” Daemon sat up suddenly. “Let’s go prank Lili...and then some other ponies. C’mon Bakmah! Let’s have FUN!”

“Daemon, Lilian is sleeping....with his two daughters...and tired girlfriend. We do not need to piss them off.”

“But he needs to be pranked, Bakmah.” A devious smile spread across the mare’s face. “I know what I could do to him. Heheh.”

“No.” said Bakmah, magicking the bottle away. “No pranking Lili.”

“But...” The fire in Daemon’s eyes slowly died before she collapsed back into Bakmah’s lap. “I just wanted to have a little fun. Why am I not allowed to have any fun, Bakmah? Do you hate me now?”

“No…” The drake shifted. “Why don’t you go lie down for now?”

“No!” With a growl, Daemon jumped from Bakmah’s lap. She landed facing toward the drake, staring him down. “I will not be tied down by some petty request! I am Daemon Delirum!” Daemon began hopping backwards away from Bakmah. “ I am the Alicorn of the Earth! The Mistress of Creation! And I...” A toothy grin spread across Daemon’s face as her horn start to glow. “Am going out to have some...fun~” The unicorn let out a hearty laugh before disappearing.

“Well fuck me.” The drake let out a throaty moan. “Drunk goddess is never a good thing.”

“No, it isn’t. Is this really what you put up with with this mare. Ugh, such a pain.” The voice was different than before. Instead of the light hearted voice that usually spoke, this one was low and gruff. “This is why I can’t stand energetic ponies. They are always sooo annoying.”

“And who is this that decided to invade my mind?” asked Bakmah, annoyed with the serious lack of privacy.

“Name’s Coal. Tinder was busy so she asked me to keep an eye on you. A bloody pain this is. She owes me a lot more than covering a few shifts. This was my nap time.” There was an audible groan from the voice. “I really would rather have nothing to do with this crap.”

“Then kindly get your ass out of my head.”

“I can’t do that, Bakksy. I would love to but I made a promise, and a dragon like me keeps his promises.”

Bakmah groaned. “At least keep quiet so I can figure out how to stop a possible riot.”

“I would, but that seems like a lot to ask for. It takes energy to keep quiet. And what would I get out of it? Nothing.”

“And it doesn’t take energy to talk?”

“Not like this. It’s actually a lot more consuming to stay quiet linked to this stupid ball. I told Kindling she needs to fix the problem, but she just ignores me. Such a pain.”

“You like to complain.”

“And you like to procrastinate. We all have our faults. Get over it, fake god.”

Bakmah inhaled sharply, biting his tongue to keep him from lashing out at the voice in his head. He growled as he stood, making his way towards the door to the hallway. “Better check on my idiot brother.”

“If you’re talking about if he was pranked or not, than he is fine. Daemon left the castle completely.” There was a little moment of silence before Coal chuckled. “You now owe for that bit of information.”

“I do not owe for what was freely given and was not asked for.” Bakmah chuckled. “I do not remember asking.”

“Nothing in this world is...NO! Get out of my dinner, Moss! I’ll...forget it. Too much trouble.”

“Man, you are lazy.” grumbled the drake as he turned around, heading to the castle exit. Coal grumbled.

“What does it matter if I am lazy? It’s my choice, so deal with it.”

"And you complain at others choices."

“Because they make choices that conflict with mine. How hard is that to figure out?”

“Sometimes, we need to learn to deal with the choices with others, even if they conflict with ours. Without complaint.”

“No. Seems like way too much work for me to go through with such mediocre results. I’ll stay as I am.”

“That is a choice.” The drake made his way up the stairs. “Now to just figure out possible...targets she could have went after.”

“Well, it’s obviously painful when that pony wandered off too.”

"What?" The drake shook his head. "Not that helpful, are you?"

A deep chuckle came from the other end. "Why should I be when I get nothing out of it?"

"If you aren't helping, then you should leave."

“Leave? This isn’t a matter of me being able to just get up and walk away. I am stuck here like this for the time being. Or... I could always go get Ember or Flint for you to talk with. I am sure you would love talking to them.”

"I would rather have my privacy instead of voices in my head who obviously see themselves higher than Gods just to make themselves feel good."

“With how the gods have been lately, it doesn’t take much to be higher than them. They have fallen from their high thrones quite ungracefully, but... maybe that is saying too much.” Coal chuckled lightly, obviously at the Gods expense.

"There is still a god that has not fallen from his throne, despite what you believe." Bakmah chuckled. "We make mistakes, Coal. Sometimes, it takes us awhile to recover from our follies and make them right."

“Yes, but some are taking too long. Perhaps so long, their time has already passed. And now they are no longer relevant in the grand scheme of things. Much of this is true, fake god, whether you wish to believe it or not.”

“I believe that I am of some use, even if no one wishes me to be. I might be useful in a small way, or a big way, who knows. Even bringing another life into this world one day may be useful and part of the grander scheme. You just don’t believe so and I don’t really give a shit about a drake and his kin that invade my privacy but refuse to show their faces to me out of some obscure fear.” Bakmah chuckled. “This, is what I believe.”

“Ha Ha! You think it is because of fear I do not show myself to you? My sisters are in the process of getting us to Equestria as we speak.” There was an audible yawn over the link. “You are boring me, pony lover. Why don’t you go find your little pony before she creates more havoc. And just so you know, it was you who first invaded our privacy.”

“How the fuck was it me to invade your privacy?” All that was his answer was a glaring silence. Bakmah let out a deep sigh as he walked out into the open. “Now how the fuck am I going to find that mare?” He got his answer as a large quantity of freezing water was suddenly dumped onto his head.

“Ahahahaha! My first target has fallen. I will claim more!” Daemon’s voice sounded a bit away from Bakmah, but she could not be seen.

"Reminder, never get Daemon drunk." Bakmah groaned as he ran towards her voice. "Daemon!"

All that could be heard was her giggling as it faded. Not long after was a pony’s scream heard, mixed in with the cracking of wood. Bakmah growled as he kept running.

“Daemon Delirum, get back here!”

As Bakmah ran further, he happened upon a pony stuck inside a tree. The trunk had grown over her body, leaving only her head and forehooves exposed. The mare looked up at Bakmah as he closed in.

“H-help... It was just a mouse. I didn’t know it was a tree...”

Bakmah sighed. “I can’t get you out without tearing you in half…” He growled. “Fucking Daemon is getting out of control.” The drake turned and stomped through the forest until he was out, standing at the treeline.

“Daemon Delirum! You stop this and get back here or we are through!” shouted the drake, the forest behind him becoming silent. “You get back...or I will refuse to help you…” said Bakmah, almost whispering the last part.

“You promised!” Daemon’s voice rang out from behind the drake. “You will not break your promise and threaten me!” The ground began to rumble.

“And what will you do?” asked Bakmah. “Kill me? Threaten me so when you wake up the next morning, you will be alone? Daemon, stop. This is not you, this isn’t the mare I love, this isn’t a mare I would trust my children with.”

The rumbling stop as Daemon froze. She stared at the dragon for a long while before sighing. “Geez Bakmah... Just suck the fun out of the entire world, why don’t you...” The mare turned around, heading back to the castle. “You can’t even have fun anymore...”

The drake sighed as he dragged his feet back towards the castle. Once there, he slowly made his way down the stairs, staring at his feet. “I can’t keep this up at this rate, Daemon.”

“What do you mean you can’t keep up? You had no trouble keeping up before...”

“Daemon...you’ve changed. You are more...frantic. You are hardly that collected mare with a tad of chaos anymore. Especially after I’ve been gone for two months.”

“And what do you think made me more frantic? I guess the stress from knowing your lover may be dead would have nothing to do with it, huh?”

“You should have moved on...for once in your life.”

Daemon stopped and whirled around on the drake. “Excuse me? And what is that suppose to mean?”

“Daemon...you sealed Starsoul in YOUR soul. I...don’t even want to know what happened to Galleon.”

“I...I don’t even know what to say to you right now, Bakmah. Other than you are being a complete ASS right now. You don’t see me using your past mistakes as ammo. How would you like it if I started bringing up the fact you killed your own son?! Acting like I wouldn’t feel safe having a foal around you because of it?!”

“And you said you wouldn’t let that happen. You would put me down if I got close to that point.” Bakmah sighed. “Daemon, what will you do if I die again? Will you just sit here, expecting me to come back? What if I didn’t? What if I wasn’t able to attach my soul in time? What if...I stayed dead because they killed me?”

“Then I would move on, if I truly thought you were dead! This is why I need help with me. This is my new leaf, fixing me is my way of moving on!”

Bakmah nodded before sighing. He started to walk past her, but stopped next to her for a moment. “I want you to kill me the next time I become overwhelmed by dark magic...next time I try to kill my children. I want you to put an end to me, or I will do it myself.” With that, he walked into the bedroom, crawling underneath the blankets.

“You idiot...” Daemon stared at the lump that was Bakmah. “I know what to do if you lose yourself... And I fully intend to make good on my promise that you’ll die by none other than my hooves if it came to that...”

“Then do it it right now.” said the drake. “I am linked to my extras, you know this. If you say you can, do it.”

“W-what?! Why would I do that now? There is no need... and all it would do is make a mess I have to clean up.”

“You can’t do it, then”

“Yes I can!”

“Then why am I still here?”

“Because!” Daemon stormed over to the bed. “I don’t want to make a mess in our bed!” She grabbed him with her magic and threw him him across the room. She lifted a hoof, hesitating a moment before stomping down, causing a spike of rock to pierce clean through the dragon. The drake gave the mare a sideways grin, his eyes dimming as the life slowly sapped out of before he went limp.

Author's Notes:

UPDATES.

We are setting something up to try and pump these out faster,, and we will hopefully try and set up an actual idea for what to do the next few chapters until we get to where we want to be. So, until then, this little arc of Bakmah being a dick will continue.