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.