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.