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Princess Ember's Dragtacular Exposure Punishment By The Great Derpsby
Streaker(s) Anthro Princess Ember

To celebrate the 50th Chapter of the Streaker Series there will be clop in this chapter. I told who ever sent me my 50th chapter would be allowed to have clop in there chapter. I received this chapter and another chapter with in twenty seconds of each other for this reason chapter 50 and 51 will have clop.

Dragon Lord Torch had seen many surprising things in his time. As gigantic and ancient as he was, however, less and less things actually managed to bother him. There was hardly any problem he couldn't crush into pulp or burn into a crisp, so why would they? Problems were there to be crushed. Every dragon knew that.

Unfortunately, this was not a crushable problem.

"Ember? You?!"

Princess Ember, his one and only child, all bedecked in her tiny battle armor and flying awfully close to his snout, held up the bloodstone scepter triumphantly. Any closer and she would've shoved it right up his nostril. She wore a smirk as wide as her face.

"That's right! Me! I know you didn't think I could do it, but I did." She waved the regalia of the Dragon Lord in his face like she intended to whack him with it. "I'm not big and strong. I know. But you know what? I won anyway. So maybe it takes more than just being big and strong to be a good Dragon Lord."

Every dragon in attendance shared nervous looks. Torch was known for his controlling nature, as well as his explosive temper when something really annoyed him. None of them wanted to be anywhere close to the fallout should the elder dragon lose his cool, but they also couldn't move away as long as the Dragon Lord hadn't dismissed them. They watched his scraggly face gradually contort into a deep frown with a collective gulp.

Hidden inside their rock camouflage, Rarity and Twilight also shared a worried look. Even though they weren't familiar with the enormous elder dragon, they had no problem picking up on the fear the other dragons showed. Biting their lips to keep quiet, they waited along with everybody else for what happened next.

They relaxed when the explosion didn't come.

Torch closed his eyes and snorted. “I was wrong, Ember. You might not be big, but you are strong and smart, and perhaps that counts for more than I thought. You've earned the right to show how well you'll handle being Dragon Lord. I'm still not happy you decided to disobey me, but—“

“Oh, can it!”

One of Torch's eyes snapped open.

“You always order me around, telling me what I should or shouldn't do,” Ember continued. She'd crossed her arms, a quick flap of her wings making her face away from her father as she ranted. “'Don't do this, don't do that'. I'm not an idiot, or a weakling. You never take me seriously, just because I'm not some big, dumb brute like those boulderheads down there.”

The assembled dragons watched as father and daughter quarreled. A few of them became agitated when they noticed how Princess Ember had just insulted them, but the unrest was yet confined to small pockets. A few inched away when they heard the deep growl coming from a dragon known as Garble.

“But now,” the dragoness pressed on, “now, I've got the scepter. And that means I don't have to listen to you anymore! I can finally order all these numskulls around like I want and ignore you as much as I want, all because of your own stupid rules!”

Former Dragon Lord Torch's house-sized eye narrowed into a dangerous slit.

“So, is that how it's going to be?!”

Torch's voice rumbled like distant thunder, or the first sounds of a coming earthquake. Teen dragons ducked their heads, young adults winced and braced themselves. Spike flailed his short arms and fell backwards, right on his butt. And a hidden Unicorn and Alicorn Princess clutched one another in fright.

Not that it kept the princess from taking notes. It was a good thing the glow of Twilight's horn wasn't visible outside their boulder disguise, though with the standoff between father and daughter Dragon Lord happening outside, they might not have gotten noticed even then.

Torch and Ember glared at one another, neither side giving any hints of backing down. One of the elder dragon's eyeballs was as big as the dragon teen's whole body, but she held her snout up high and confidently, with the Bloodstone Scepter brandished like her very own personal banner.

Cracks formed in the stone beneath Torch's talons.

“Oh no,” Spike whispered.

“One last chance to take back what you said, Ember.” Torch's pupils turned to sharp slits. “Don't mistake me for useless or senile, now that you've got the scepter. I've been Dragon Lord longer than all of the whelps here put together have lived, including you. Don't test me. You'll be very sorry if you do.

Apologize, now.”

Ember snort-puffed a tiny cloud of smoke and crossed her arms. “Make me.”

For the longest moment, father and daughter stared at one another. Nobody else dared speak, or move, or even blink. Everybody waited for the outcome of this battle of wills.

It was Torch who looked down first. The titanic dragon's head lowered nearly imperceptibly, at a glacial speed, while his eyes went to the ground. And Princess Ember breast swelled so much, she looked ready to burst.

Spike coughed into his claw. He hadn't even noticed he'd been holding his breath! He was so glad Dragon Lord Torch saw reason. Or was his title 'former-Dragon Lord Torch' now? Well whatever, things were finally looking up!

Speaking of looking up... Torch was still staring down.

At him. Him and the other dragons. And he was smirking.

Oh-uh.

“Dragons of Equestria!” Torch thundered. “Dragon Lord Torch commands you! Seize Princess Ember!”

Spike felt a strange urge flowing through his body. It wasn't unfamiliar; in fact, it felt very close to the itching, burning sensation that brought him here in the first place.

This feeling, however, was on a whole different level. It was like a surge of something inside of him, something primal that couldn't be denied. He had to obey!

“Hey, what do you think you're doing?” Ember cried as several of the swifter dragons latched onto her limbs and dragged her down. When they reached the ground, Spike pressed his tiny claws on her ankles. Ember's eyes went wide when she saw her first true friend holding her down like the others.

“Spike..? But—what's going on?! Let go of me!” She jerked her head around to glower at her father. All around her, dragons crowded her, restraining her. “How are you doing this? I got the scepter! I'm the Dragon Lord!”

The old dragon just gave her a hard look. “As I explained, I had been Dragon Lord long before you were even alive, Ember. It will take you hundreds of years to get anywhere close to how much power I wield over our kind. I can't force you directly since you are the new Dragon Lord... But I can force every other dragon here to move against you in my stead.

“I'm glad your mother isn't around to witness your rude and unacceptable behavior. She would've been ashamed of you. You should be glad she's not here. Believe me, she would have chosen a much harsher words for your insolence.” Torch sneered down at the captured dragoness as she struggled even fiercer against the other dragons holding her in place. Ember cried out in anger and, something she would never admit to anyone, more than a hint of fear by now. None of it helped her.

“Leave mom out of this! She would never do anything like this!” She tried to lift her leg; it wouldn't budge against the weight of Spike and the other dragons. She was totally trapped. One claw even found its way up to her horn, tugging on her head painfully.“Ow! Quit it! What do you mean 'punishment'?”

Torch, tall as a mountain, towered over his wayward, struggling daughter. His only child. So young, and so bullheaded.

“You brought shame upon your family, Ember,” he told her. “The most important of things to your mother. You went against my wishes, and when I was ready to accept your actions regardless, you insulted me in front of my subjects. MY subjects, Ember! What, did you believe I would take this humiliation lying down? That I would suddenly become irrelevant now that the scepter has come into your possession, a tadpole not even three decades old? The fact that you did so at the very dragon summit I called together speaks of your arrogance. It needs to be rectified.”

Torch's massive, snarling snout eclipsed the sun as it lowered and loomed over the doomed dragon princess. “However, my daughter, I will not be the one to deal out your real punishment. Oh no. Rather, it's going to be the very same dragons in front of whom you mocked me, the dragons you wish to rule over as Dragon Lord. Your peers. Most of them your elders, in fact, aside perhaps from the little dragon who caught your eye at the beginning of my competition. I promise, he's going to know you even better in just a few moments.”

“Spike...” Ember felt a lump in her throat. She looked to the side, where the little purple and green dragonling still grabbed her ankle with so serious and determined an expression that it would've been comical under any other circumstances. But not here. Not with her literally pinned down by him and the other drakes. Her anger sparking a new, Ember brought her glare around to her father.

“Okay! Okay, okay. You got me pinned down. You made your point. Wow, such power, much authority. Now let me go. This is stupid.”

“But my dear little Ember,” Torch growled, “you didn't apologize yet. Didn't you ask me to... make you?”

His daughter turned up her nose. “I'm not going to say sorry! You can forget about that! And you can take that punishment and stick it where the sun don't shine, I don't even care! Do your worst!”

She wasn't afraid. She wasn't afraid! She vowed that Daddy wouldn't intimidate her this time!

The ancient dragon shook his head. He almost seemed... reluctant, now. Like an incredibly heavy burden rested on his shoulder. He fluttered his wings, nearly blowing away the congregation of younger dragons off of the platform. “Keep in mind, you could have prevented this, if you weren't so arrogant and stubborn. Dragons! It's time to show Princess Ember the folly of overwhelming pride! A pride you are going to strip away from her, piece by piece! You will shame her so much, she'll never think of shaming her family again!

Dragon Lord Torch commands you to strip my daughter!”

Princess Ember gulped.

A crimson claw found its way around her torso. It latched onto her armor's chest plate, at the spot it was tied together. And then it pulled.

Ember's chestplate ripped open as if it was made from wet paper, the upper part landing several feet away in the dirt, making a clang and a warble-warble like a useless tin sheet. A simple leather vest draped over her breasts was the only thing left between a modicum of modesty and full body exposure. And judging from the leers of the hormonal horde surrounding her, soon to be not even that.

An absolutely embarrassingly high-pitched yelp slipped from her snout.

“No! Stop! Don't do this—hey!”

The same offending claw hooked into her leather top. Ember followed the wrist, along the arm up to the face of the dragon who'd stripped her body armor away. She knew she couldn't act against them right away, but Ember still wanted to know who possessed the audacity to do this to her! She'd make sure there would be hell to pay later.

The snaggle-toothed red mug greeting her turned out to belong to the drake named Garble. His broad snout split into a nasty smirk.

“You!” Ember cried. She tried to struggle again; failed again. The other dragons surrounding them broke into wild, raucous laughter. Garble himself only smiled wider.

“Yeah, me. Who did you expect, a pretty pony princess?” Garble snorted. ”Sorry, 'Dragon Lord', there's no weak ponies around. And even if there were any ponies hidden someplace here, they would have to be suicidal to try to help you now with all of us dragons on top of you!” His voice picked up volume. The last few word, Garble shouted, loud enough for anyone around them to pick up.

A short distance away from them, a strangely-shaped rock seemed to shrink away.

“No, there's nobody here to help you,” Garble continued. “no rocks, no ponies, and not even Spike. Especially not Spike! Little guy's too busy feeling up your leg! Nice one, dude, hah hah, you keep it up and we'll make a real dragon our of you yet!” Another round of laughter, this time led by Garble himself.

Ember winced; Spike's claws were digging into her skin by now, even harder than before. But when she turned to quietly plead with him, he returned her look with one as leering and feral as all the other dragons. Like he wasn't being himself but just another hormonal teen dragon who wanted to strip her naked and ogle her.

“Hey!” Garble yelled directly in her face. A few drops of spittle hit her forehead; Ember shuddered in disgust. “Eyes over here, Your Prissiness! I'm not done here! Dragon Lord Torch said to punish you, so until we're through with you, you belong to us!”

Ember bared her fangs. “Go to Tartarus, Garble!”

Garble cocked his head. Raising a brow, he leaned closer to her. “What. Did you just say to me?”

“I told you to go to Tartarus, you pea-brained tailsucker! When I get free, I'll tear every single one of your teeth right out of your ugly visage and feed them back to you, piecemeal!”

Ember took some satisfaction out of seeing Garble pause and blink at her threat. A round of 'oohs!' came from her assorted dragon assailants, and more than a few started snickering at Garble's dumbfound expression. Not used to being talked back to, are you, she thought to herself. This time, it was her time to smirk.

Now, if only she could kick him while he looked so dopey! Maybe his face would get stuck that way...

Garble shushed the stray peals of laughter with a hard glare. Without so much as even looking at her, he hooked a claw into the bands shielding her boobies from the dragon crowd's lustful eyes.

“That's gonna cost you the top,” Garble snarled. Ember went cross-eyed, trying to look down between her breasts; she suddenly wondered if insulting him had really been a good idea. Before she could even ask him to wait, the drake tore her clothes off of her chest—to the crowd's great, and loud, amusement. Her scales protected her from the tearing fabric well enough, so it didn't hurt. At least it didn't hurt physically.

“Wow, look at those tits! No wonder she always appears in her battle armor, no drake would ever look at anything else if she showed them off!”

Ember bit down a cry of shame, but the sensation of being so exposed, so vulnerable, crept down her cheeks and her neck in an increasingly ruddy blush. Her whole body felt like it was heating up.

“No! Please, don't! D-don't look at them!” she begged them, searching all the faces around her, trying to find even one friendly look in a sea of horny grins. They laughed at her in return.

Ember tried to struggle again. There had to be a way for her to get out of this with most of her pride intact! There just had to be! So she struggled; or, more accurately, she wiggled in place, that was all the motion allowed to her. Unfortunately for her, the thing she ended up moving the most were her big, bouncy dragon boobies.

“Stop wiggling,” Garble scolded her. “What are you, a wyrm, or a worm? It's not going to help you. Just take your punishment like a good draggy.” He finished by flicking a claw against her nipple. It sent her into another bout of outraged flailing and the dragons into another laughing fit.

“Oh, I dunno, Garble,” a chubby, darkly-brown dragon rasped while ogling Ember's embarrassing assets, “she's making them titties dance pretty nice when she's doing the worm! Come on, princess, worm around some more! Make those titties wobble all over the place, har har!”

Ember decided her revenge on Garble would have to wait. That guy would suffer first. An annoyed throat-clearing tore her attention away from the pervy drake staring at her exposed breasts.

Well, that particular pervy drake staring at her breasts, as it were. There were plenty to go around. Ember did her best to not give them the joy of seeing how bad this made her feel, but even so, her nipples became stiff in sheer defence.

The very first thing she noticed about the new sound was how much higher it was than most of the insults and jeers thrown her way up until now. In fact, it sounded rather... feminine.

The owner of the throat indeed turned out to be feminine. A female dragon—a dragoness—just like her, with purple scales and ridiculously oversized ears. She had her claws firmly locked on Ember's left wrist, using her considerably greater size to hold her down with little effort. She didn't look happy.

“I don't see what you guys see in those ridiculously oversized chest melons. They're all wobbly, like cave snail jelly. They probably get in the way of, like, everything, too. I bet that's why Torch didn't want her to fly, he was afraid her tits would drag her down and she'd drown halfway before even reaching the Flamecano!”

The dragoness herself hid what must have been a modest bust size under a suit of protective stone scales. Long-Ears took a claw away from her stranglehold on Ember's limb and brought it to her own chest. To Ember's immense frustration, it didn't make a lick of difference in keeping her trapped in place.

“Now these, these are the right size! Easily fit in a claw, not too small, not too big. Who wants knockers like the ones on Ember? Make one wrong move and they knock you right in the head! Well, maybe that's not so much of a problem with her.”

Scratch hurting the fat drake, this just got personal!

“Hey!” Ember shouted, “quit talking about me like that! Stop insulting my breasts and stop insulting me! You're a girl dragon like me, why are you even doing this? You should be on my side! Snap out of it, you fool, and help me!”

The dragoness shrugged. “Dragon Lord's orders.”

“I'm the Dragon Lord!!”

“Not right now you're not,” she told Ember, giggling at the dragon princess' helpless anger. “At the moment, you're just a dumb dragon bimbo stupid enough to piss off the real Dragon Lord. Besides, Embie, I never liked you and your stuck-up attitude. 'Oh, look at me, I'm the princess, I'm so smart and pretty and all the drakes never look at anyone else! Aren't I special?' Ugh, spare me! You probably don't even remember my name! I like burping, but you just make me want to barf!”

To say Ember couldn't believe her ears would've been an understatement. With so much hostility thrown her way, she didn't know what to think anymore, or what to say. She was at a loss for words.

“You... You..!” she rage-stammered.

The dragoness gave her a smile so toxic, it would've been enough to drop a manticore.

“Eel got your tongue, princess? Are you looking for something to call me? Maybe... cunt? Or is that too rough for your poor, poor, soft little mouth? Well, I don't have that problem. You're a cunt, Ember. You were always a cunt to all of us. And now, I'm going to show yours to everyone around!” Her head snapped around. “You there, little fella! You and the others get her leg up! The rest of you, don't let go of her tail! Keep her still!”

Ember yelped as her lower end suddenly lost contact with the ground. The dragons grabbing her lifted her ass up in the air and spread her legs wide, to the point where it might have hurt if she hadn't been as flexible as she was. For a few panic-filled seconds, she feared they were going to fold her up like a piece of cardboard, but she ended up just presenting her crotch to the assembled dragon teens in a very embarrassing position. A very, very embarrassing position. Ember felt her blood rush to her heard. She hoped it was from the awkward way her body nearly doubled up.

At her side, Garble's eyes shone with new-found appreciation for the dragoness tormenting her. “Huh. I like your style, lady! How come we never hung out before?”

She just grinned and lightly smacked the back of his head. Ember could've sworn she saw a tiny blush form on the red drake's cheek, barely visible through the colour of his scales.

“Eyes on the prize now, fellas!” The purple girl dragon giggled to herself again as she stepped between Ember's legs. She cracked her claws together, then gripped the taut material of Ember's shorts. “You'll get to see her other treasure, right. About. Now!”

Slowly, sloooowwwlyyy, she began peeling away Ember's short shorts.

They came away with a slurping sound.

“Oh? Ooohohoh, what do we have here?”

Ember's whole body froze up. No. No, that couldn't be. It just couldn't. She felt her thighs quiver, but not as as much as her pussy did. They were all looking at it. All of them. Only Ember's eyes could move about, and she sought out the other dragoness' gaze, who smirked from one bunny ear to the other. She was enjoying this.

“Hey, um,” piped up a younger, male voice. Spike. “Why's she all wet down there?”

The other dragons looked at him incredulously. The purple one was the first to answer with a question of her own.

“You don't know what that means? What her body's expressing that way? Are you too young or something?”

“Nah, course I know about sex and arousal and all that.” Little Spike puffed up his chest as he waved her question away. “I used to live in a library. Used to sneak off into the adult section and read up on sex.”

A nearby rock made a muffled sound, almost like one person trying to silence somebody else's angry muttering.

“No, why's she all wet down there right now, with all of us staring right at her coochie? Isn't that really humiliating? Shouldn't she be, I dunno, mortified beyond the capacity for rational thought?”

Princess Ember, right now, wanted nothing more than to melt into the ground and vanish. And Spike wasn't helping any. Garble and the purple dragoness shared a look; she turned back to Spike and grinned like a shark.

“You're very smart, aren't you? Why don't you, hm, explain what you're seeing? In detail?” She winked at Garble. “You don't want to go against Dragon Lord Torch's command, do you?”

Spike's brows creased into a frown. Ember, still immobile, felt his claws tremble on her flesh. In her head, she shouted at him to remain strong, to resist. If only she hoped for it hard enough, if only she tried as hard as she could to ignore his gaze roaming over her exposed pussy, over the curve of her ass, if only—

No, it wasn't enough. Spike coughed into a fist in preparation. He had to let go to do so, but Ember found herself unable to fight back anymore. All she could do was lie there and take it. And while she had more and more trouble seeing clearly because of her eyes tearing up, she could clearly sense her other end drooling shamefully.

“Well,” Spike began, “if you look closely, you can see how her pussy is slightly engorged and puffy.”

He actually pointed at her vagina. It twitched in response. Ember tried to will the sensation away, but it was like her body had a mind of its own. It sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine.

“Go on, dude.” Garble’s equally lewd and cruel sneer, Ember was sure she’d see in her nightmares for weeks to come. He sounded husky. The idea that her predicament excited him… “You’re the smart one here! Get right in there! Show us everything!”

No. Don’t show them everything! Please!

Spike drummed his fingers together. With the others eagerly waiting for him to get on with it, though, there wasn’t really anything else he could do, was there? And he had to admit… he was curious himself. Ember was such a cute dragon girl… His conviction reassured, Spike straightened his shoulders and reached out, towards the trapped dragoness’ sex.

Ember could only squeak. Her friend, her only friend—was spreading her pussy lips wide with skilled fingers. A tremor ran up her entire form, starting from her exposed treasure. Yet, she couldn’t dislodge him, his fingers remained stubbornly where they were, spreading her so far she could feel the wind on her insides; she’d never felt so degraded in her entire life, and if she had the ability, she would’ve fainted on the spot. But nope, her torment wasn’t over yet.

“These are her labia. Her outer lips, if you will. They keep the internal parts hidden, such as… woops, sorry, nearly slipped there.”

Spike readjusted his hold on her. Ember, for her part, went cross-eyed for a second.

“Okay! Such as the little fleshy button right up there. The pulsing one, the one that looks like it’s trying to retract right back into her. That’s called her clit. It’s her most sensitive erogenous zone, as they say. Meaning it makes her really horny when played with.”

Ember wondered. If she started sobbing now, maybe nobody would notice? This was the worst day. Ever. And she cursed her traitorous klit or whatever it was called for not letting her black out in peace.

“So, there you have it! A very basic course on… on Princess Ember’s pussy. It's also really wet. Really, really wet. I, um, I think it's running down her tail by this point. These are usually signs of arousal; as in, she's ready to have sex with someone. Why she would react that way in this situation, I... I don't know.”

“That's easy.” Long-Ears was still grinning. “That's because she's a slut who likes to show off her goods. And she probably likes you! I bet she secretly loves you ogling her that way as well! So, Spike, was it?” When the young drake nodded, she put her arm around him. “Since she's wet and eager and and all offered up like a tasty gem on top of a hoard, why don't you take the opportunity?“

Spike stared at her, lack of comprehension clear to see. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean, Spike, is this.” She led him closer to Ember’s trembling, slick snatch. Putting a claw to the back of his head, she then slowly, insistently, pushed his snout downwards. “Look at this treasure! Look at it! Doesn’t she look delicious? Doesn’t she smell delicious? You know you want a taste of that! So, go ahead. She’s all yours.”

Spike didn’t know what to think. Ever since Torch’s orders, his brain felt fuzzy. He couldn’t think clearly. Whenever he tried, it was like a burning in his gut distracted him. Now, so close to Princess Ember’s most intimate parts, closer than any girl he’d ever been to, the small burn roared into a fire. He felt right around his pants, and for once, he was sure it had nothing to do with cake or icecream. It was all the pretty dragon pussy, right in his grasp…

Spike wanted. Spike wanted bad! He smirked, as nasty as the time he’d tried to frame Owlowiscious.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he growled. And then, he opened his mouth.

Ember watched with a sense of morbid fascination and horror as Spike’s forked tongue snaked out from his lips. And then more of it. And more. And still more. Her eyes widened with every inch of fleshy pink muscle pouring forth from the drake, hovering over her helplessly offered-up pussy like a weapon.

Or an instrument of torture.

Ember haltingly picked up her struggling again. She’d realised a while ago it was futile, but something inside her head screamed at her to get away. Get away now!

Spike, tongue lolling about like a second tail, carefully pried her labia open again. Ember tried to shake her head ‘no’; her jaws were stuck as of her teeth were glued together. She wanted to scream, to beg, to beseech him not to do it. Not him! Not Spike! She didn’t know if she could take this kind of betrayal.

“Please, Spike,” she finally choked out, “I’ve never…”

Spike cut her off with a knowing wink and a plunge of his tongue.

Princess Ember threw her head back in a soundless scream. She snapped it back so hard, in fact, it slammed into the hard rock ground. But never mind how much she hoped, the pain didn’t distract her at all from the sheer, intense feeling of Spike orally violating her. Not even when she slammed her head back again.

She’d sometimes imagined how it would be to have a worthy drake, after a period of courtship, enter her. Never in a million years would she have come close to what her reality turned out to be.

Spike’s tongue wasn’t at all like the miniscule number of dragon dongs she’d seen from afar. It wasn’t one hard length gently pushing in, it was like some kind of snake monster decided to make its home in her snatch. Despite appearing to be slimmer than a dragon’s cock, Spike’s devilish mouth-fuck-organ simply coiled and bunched up whenever it found the space. Ember’s desperate clenching and unclenching just gave it more room to expand.

It was warm and wet and it kept sliding ever deeper into her folds, burrowing down her precious princess pussy and claiming every spot along the way. It crawled along her walls, circling and moving and making her buck her hips for the tiny, pathetic bit she could move on her own. Her overtaxed nerves fired waves of unwelcome pleasure right through her brain. That a small runt of a dragon could hold her in his power so completely, just with his tongue—his tongue!—Ember would’ve laughed, if only because she couldn’t even fathom bursting into tears.

“Spi-ike! Oh Elders, Spike, Spike! No! I can’t—take it—!”

She needed to hate him. Concentrate on that! Concentrate on hating him, don’t think of the pleasure he was forcing on her, don’t think how he was playing her like a cheap instrument! Don’t think about how he made her heart ache. She needed to concentrate!

A twirl of the muscle in her pussy. She lost whatever thought she had. Thoughts didn’t matter. The heat in her crotch was her music now, and the drake eating her out the maestro. In her confused mind, she was vaguely convinced he’d stopped going deeper only when he hit some kind of barrier. She didn’t know, she couldn’t think, and the idea evaporated like water on a boiling rock.

He was dragging her towards her peak, literally kicking and screaming, or whatever the measly equivalent she managed to do was called. Somewhere along the way, it became his pussy, not hers. It was just attached to her. She didn’t matter.

“Sp-sp-!”

Ember went over the edge. No, she was pushed; pushed right down a cliff. Slamming her eyes shut, the whole world seemed to be wiped clean while stars danced behind her lid. She went rigid as a bad-good feeling welled up right from her poor sex, making her grind her teeth together and jerk in place. She knew, she knew they were all watching her dragged to this point against her will. They were going to remember her as the dragoness-bitch who came from being stripped and having her pussy licked. It lasted for just a small eternity.

Hearing and sight slowly returned to her. She was dimly aware of a dull ache in her head, where she’d beat it against the ground again and again. The claw grabbing her horn was back. When had that even gone away? Ember didn’t know. She didn’t care. She closed her eyes again and tested her fangs for any new cracks.

“Not bad, Spikey-Wikey! Not bad! Gave her one hell of an orgasm. But now it’s time to let the real men have a go at her!”

One of Ember’s eyes cracked open.

“And when I say ‘real men’ I mean me!” Garble said. He rudely shoved the other drake to the side and occupied his former spot. The reddish drake grinned in her face, announcing his intention with a double-handed smack to her upraised backside. Ember yelped. What else could she do?

Beg him to stop. Yeah, that.

“N-no! Please, Garble, please! Just, just leave me be!”

Of course, the chance of him actually doing so was zilch. What she got from him was another perverted leer and a laugh at her expense. “Hah! Nah, I don’t think so. Got to show the runts how it’s done. Besides, I always wanted to get you like this. So, on the count of five: One, five!”

Ember had thankfully tensed up in preparation. Her arms and legs were starting to hurt from all the useless pulling she did, but it was better than nothing, or so she told herself. At least she hadn’t fallen for this list, juvenile trick of his! Garble needed something better to catch her off-guard.

Ember shrieked when she felt something pricking her labia.

She looked about, wildly, still unable to move her head much with the claw holding her. Garble drew his head back and showed off the rows of upon rows of sharp teeth in his snout.

“Got your attention, hm?” Garble leaned his head on her wet sex like he owned it. He patted her leg patronisingly with one claw, the other took the chance to get a quick squeeze of her ass in. If ever she wanted to kick some dragon’s teeth in, it was now. Her own lips peeled back over her fangs, ready to tear into him. It only earned her a grabby claw around her snout.

“Ah no, no you don’t. You keep quiet like a good girl while the big guys show you a good time.”

He reached around the underside of her legs, spreading her nearly painfully open. He had none of the almost gentle touch of the drake before him; if anything, he seemed interested in making this as uncomfortable for her as possible. Like… was that his bulge grinding against her tail?!

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff!” Before she even had the time for a muffled retort, Garble shoved his thick tongue into her.

Ember, speared on Garble’s rough, club-like taster, strained against the death grip keeping her muzzle shut. She managed some weak cries, at the cost of feeling she was about to have her nose torn off. Then, without any warning, she could move her jaws. And move them she did.

“AaaaaAAARGH!”

Her eyes rolled back to her oral attacker. He… he was smirking. Around the tongue in her snatch. He had one hand raised, waving at her. He…

In the most casual way possible, Garble retracted his tongue but for the tip. And rammed it back inside her to the hilt. His nose hit her clit, and she couldn’t even hope to shriek at that. When her breathing returned to something resembling normal, she opened her mouth again.

“Garble, n—”

He fuck-slammed her again. And she felt him vibrate in her innards, because he was laughing. At her. With that, Garble apparently decided he’d gone easy on her long enough. Now the tongue-fucking began in earnest.

To Ember’s shame, she found that this was much closer to how she imagined a proper mating, and her body agreed. There was hardly any resistance to his assault, but plenty of friction. She hated it. Part of her hated herself for it.

Garble pulled out, rammed in, pulled, rammed, in a pattern designed to beat her into the ground and grind her away. He never left her time to recuperate. While Spike’s muzzle muscle had been a slow invader, this one was determined to batter down her gates. With every single dragon enjoying the show. All that was left to Ember was to scream until her voice was as raw as the inside of her sex. And Garble was still going, unrelenting. He only picked up speed with her humiliated cries.

He wouldn’t stop before he hammered her cunt into shape and her brain to mush. She was sure of it. As crazy at it was, Ember hoped he’d wrestle that climax from her he was after soon, just so he would stop. She needed to cum to escape this madness.

It was almost a blessing when her climax washed over her. This one was rough and hurt, just like the act that produced it. Like an explosion, it tore at her, but it was over soon. Ember went limp, the fight quite literally fucked out of her. She spoke up, her voice a raspy, shaky mess by now. The orgasm still lingered in her chest, and below that.

“You… had your fun! Get… off of me!”

The drake crossed his arms. They were still slung around her, so he effectively pulled her ass into a tight hug.

“I don’t think you learned your lesson yet.”

“Garble, so help me—”

“Nope, she hasn’t learned her lesson yet,” came the interruption from the purple female dragon. Ember had pretty much forgotten about her. She, however, didn’t appear to be finished with Princess Ember. “My turn now.”

Ember gaped at this creature she might’ve called her peer, before… this. Her answer came in the form of a lascivious grin and an offending clawtip circling the outlines of her sex. The dragoness seemed to take pleasure in Ember’s frozen expression. “Oh yes, for the next few minutes, you belong entirely to me.”

“But,” Ember croaked. “No. I’m. I’m not into girls.”

Long-Ears didn’t stop grinning. “I don’t care. I’m going to make you cum on my tongue like a total slut.”

She didn’t waste any more time on words. This time, Ember’s labia was picked up and spread like one would the peel of a fruit. After both Spike’s and Garble’s forced orgasm, Ember’s treasure was moister than ever. The dragoness countered that by pinching her lower lips extra hard. Or perhaps she just liked how that made Ember squeal. When her close, and humiliating, inspection of Ember’s snatch was done, she zeroed in on the thing of most interest to her. She licked her chops.

One long, wet lick across Ember’s exposed little clittie sent the smaller dragoness into full-bodied spasms. “Ooh, you like that, little slut? Well, there’s more where that came from!”

And there was. The boy dragons had been intent on conquering her sex as a whole; this focused attack on one vulnerable spot was worse. One hot, pulsing, frustrating knob linked to the feral portion of her mind that sent her howling like a trained animal with every lap. And every one of her yelps and cries was accompanied by laughter.

I’m not into girls! I’m NOT into girls! Oh elders, stop licking me, please stop, stop!

Ember didn’t have the breath left to say anything intelligible. Mindless, beastial screaming was her only option. That, and to cum. She knew she would. She fought with all her might, but there was no denying the inferno the other dragoness stoked in her gut. It ate away any self-control. This time, Ember let her tears flow freely. Her other end sprayed wide as she came.

The purple dragoness wiped her lips like she just had a tasty treat. Maybe she did. Her gaze was hard, even if she still smiled. “See? I told you I would make you cum on my tongue. Like. A. Slut. And everybody saw it.”

They soon picked up a chant. “Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut!”

Her smile broadened. Every one of her fangs shone like a twisted knife.

“Even so, we’re not done yet.” She beckoned the two drakes who recently slipped their tongues down Ember’s sex to her. “Garble, Spike? Why don’t we give the people the best show yet?”

“What d’ya have in mind?” the older drake asked.

“All three of us, at the same time. Just think how hard we can make her spray with the three of us tongue-fucking her together!” She lowered her head and snapped at the air, obviously eager to get started with Ember’s destruction. The two drakes in turn seemed to mull over her suggestion.

Ember honestly hadn’t expected to, after all that had happened to her, still be able to feel an onset of panic. Her sex still quivered from the last three orgasm ripped straight out of her. Or… ripped bi out of her. Was that even a thing?

A sudden weight on belly drove the air from her lungs. Looking up, she saw Spike’s back, the drake having plopped down on her like she was a pillow. Just opposite of him, she could Long-Ears’ long ears and Garble’s scales bob close to her pussy.

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no! She was reacting! Her body was reacting! She could feel herself get wet again, and the three weren’t even doing anything yet except breather on her!

“W-wait, n—!”

It was too late. Three tongues simultaneously began battering her baby box.

Whatever Ember originally intended to say turned to into meaningless, drooling babble. A white-hot lance of pleasure severed the link between her mouth and her brain’s higher functions.

Garble had taken to his jackhammer approach again. He, more than the other two, truly fucked her with his tongue, going in and out with the fury and energy only a teen dragon could possess. His packmates cheered him on, telling him to ‘tame the bitch!’. It rang in her ears, and despite everything, it was still a spike of humiliation to her.

The dragoness used her skill to go around the area under attack by her fellow dragons. She kept wiping down the inside and outside of her snatch with long, deliberate licks. If Garble left her even a tiny amount of air, she coaxed it forth in a desperate scream, Ember’s own sex merely a remote control for the other dragoness. She would occasionally top things off with a sensual kiss, and Ember only felt revolted/attracted/aroused/indignant/utterly confused. She didn’t want her tongue there! She didn’t want it anywhere!

And Spike… Spike.

He was the worst of them all. He’d taken over the most important route of attack: Her clitoris. Over and over, Spike’s impossibly-skilled tongue tortured Ember’s fem-dragon love button. It had been bad enough to have him go down her cunt’s every nook and cranny, now he sucked on and caressed and pulled and pressed her clit. Every time she tried to form a sentence in her head, a spike of shameful pleasure dashed it to pieces, courtesy of… Spike! Too much! It was too much! She just wanted a clear thought but he kept shoving ice needles into her poor sanity!

Something in her mind strained to bursting. Between the lustful passion saturating her and the utterly shameful way she was made to perform like a puppet-on-strings, Ember just barely made out words at the very edge of her awareness. A cruel, self-hating part of her awareness.

“What a slut, har har har!”

“Can you believe how high they’re making her scream? I didn’t believe she could scream that high!”

“Oh wow, I think they’re about to break her! Look at her go!”

“Yeah, look at her go!”

Yeah, look at me go! Ember’s face twisted into a mockery of a smile. Her head lolled to the side. Her eyes glazed over, and heralded by a demeaning mix of sob and laugh and burble, Ember’s lower body convulsed and sprayed half a dozen dragons closest to her with her fem-juice. Her fourth forced climax today.

The tongue-lashing didn’t stop. Already her talons curled in unsolicited arousal.

This is it, she pieced together in her mind. They’re going to force me until I’m braindead. Hah. Hah. I’m done. I’m done. I’m done…

“Enough.”

The earth shook with the force of the elder Dragon Lord's voice. Dragons nearly fell over each other and tumbled to the ground. All turned up their heads to stare at the draconic titan looming over them. Even Ember's head hurt after that, and she knew her father well enough to know he hadn't even sounded particularly angry. Now, every other dragon was just as petrified as she was.

“You've done well, young ones,” Torch continued, now without the terrible power behind his words. “But no further. All of you, you are dismissed. Rally at one of the mountains close to here; I will call you when I have need of you again.” He waited. For just about a second. “Move!”

Ember had never seen a clutch of dragons move so fast.

Before long, she was alone with Torch. Even the hidden ponies had managed to slip away unnoticed. Ember allowed herself a small breather, stretching out all her limbs and relaxing afterwards. She didn't bother putting on clothes again. Her father had seen her naked often enough, and she felt too drained to feel any shame anymore. She just wanted to rest.

“I hate you, dad.”

“I know, Ember. I know.”

“In front of all those other dragons,” she kept on, “in front of Spike. You knew I kinda liked him! They all looked at me like, like a piece of meat! They used me! I'll never live this down! Why did you embarrass me like that?”

“Because your mother made me do the same thing to her.”

A silence born of pure shock overcame the angry young princess. She rolled into a sitting position and gaped at her humungous, powerful, larger-than-life sire. A dragon so vast, his wings could throw a whole castle into shadows, and his breath melt an army like wax.

He never looked as small as he did now.

“We had an argument, long before you were born. Shortly before I became Dragon Lord. We disagreed on something that... well. It's been so long, it's not important anymore. What is important is that we disagreed, openly. Loudly. We nearly came to blows over it. I tried to reason with her, but your mother, she...”

A tiny, sad smile crept onto his face. “She was a lot like you. She thought my way was stupid, and she told every dragon who would listen, trying to turn them against me. In the end, my way proved to be the right choice.” Torch shifted in place and looked away from her. Ember got a sense he wasn't looking at anything here at all.

“When I became Dragon Lord, she came to me. She was sorry about how she treated me. She wanted to make amends. She insisted I humiliate her in front of the entire dragon summons. So I did. What happened to her was almost exactly as it happened to you.”

One of his eyes rolled in her direction. The slighted bit of hardness entered his voice again, and to Ember's surprise, she could feel them echo within her head.

“Whether you ever forgive me or not, I will also give you the same geas she got: You will not seek revenge for what happened here today. Those other dragons were only the instrument of your punishment. Do you understand?”

Ember let her head drop back and groaned. “Yes, dad.”

“Good. Because I don't think holding a grudge against all of them is in your best interests. Especially regarding a certain young purple and green drake.” The little smile on Torch's lips became more teasing now. “You know, after your mother admitted to me she kind of liked to be embarrassed like that, it became much easier to woo her. Maybe you should—“

“Dad!”

“Just keep it in mind, Dragon Lord Ember. Just keep it in mind.”