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Smolder's Dragtacular Exposure Punishment! By The Great Derpsby

Streaker(s) Anthro 18+ Smolder

“Is this really necessary?” Spike asked.

“You know quite well it is. Stop whining.”

The younger of the two sighed. He ignored the glare he got from his companion. After all, he was following her order. Technically. Sighing wasn’t whining, right?

“Stop that too! You made your point, but this has to happen!”

He didn’t answer her. He merely shrugged. No it doesn’t, is what he wanted to say. Stupid. Pointless. And most pressingly, why did you drag ME into this?!

He said none of those things. Staring straight ahead, he waited for her to make her move. No way would be be the one to.

She snorted. Hammered against the door, one of many lining the hallway. “Yo, Smolder,” cried Dragon Lord Ember, “you better be ready! I’m ready, Spike’s ready, your friend is ready, your other friends are ready! Come out and face your punishment like a real dragon!”

Spike swallowed down another sigh as the door slowly opened.

They marched Smolder down the halls of the School of Friendship together, one on each side of her. The dragoness kept her chin up. Spike suspected she didn’t want to show any weakness in front of the Dragon Lord, even if she glanced about now and again.

She wouldn’t run. Probably.

Spike was indeed correct. Smolder had no intention of trying to make a run for it, even if part of her really wanted to right now. She knew she was trapped, though. Not so much by the runt on her one side—the one who had just grown into his wings—but by the slightly taller than her drake on the other. Defying Dragon Lord Ember had about as much chance of working as jumping up to the moon. So, she kept walking calmly and did her best to ignore the male dragon staring at her legs. The tight jeans didn’t exactly scream ‘ferocious dragon’, and neither did the loose black shirt.

Nothing quite like Ember’s golden armour.

“So, uh,” Smolder began, “where’s this going down now? And what kinda punishment is ‘it’ going to be?”

Spike opened his mouth.

“You’ll see,” Ember grunted.

Spike closed his mouth.

He sent Ember a questioning look. She waggled her hand at about the height of her neck; the universal gesture for ‘stop talking’. Spike crossed his arms and frowned. Ember rolled her eyes. Spike pointed a thumb at himself, growing a little angry by now, and Ember nodded, also pointing at him.

“I can see you doing that, you know.”

Ember snorted. “Shut up, Smolder. We’re almost there anyway.”

“Yeah, well, I think I got a right to know what’s to happen to me!” Smolder growled in her decidedly less intimidating voice than Ember. “You tell me nothing, just that I’m getting punished for some lame-ass prank—”

Ember’s lips pulled back from her fangs.

“—and that Spike’s involved, and what, one of my friends are here? Hey, isn’t the auditorium right about this corner..?”

It is, Spike thought to himself. Rounding the corner, they came face to face with another student. Gallus the Griffon, leaning back against the wall with his talons in his pockets, obviously trying to seem cool but really looking more like a rolled-up blue rug someone propped up and then forgot about. He looked up when he heard them. There was a hint of confusion on his face.

“Hey,” he waved lazily. “I’m here, like you asked. Now what’s so important you had me Pinkie-swearing to do it? Professor Pinkie Pie is scary when she hears you do that. Hey, Smolder. They tell you anything?”

The dragoness shook her head. Spike waited for Ember to make any announcements. She did so by whapping his lower back with her tail and nodding her head at the two friendship students.

Spike could just stop himself in time from complaining. Loudly, and only with a lot effort.

“Smolder’s here for punishment,” he told Gallus. The Griffon blinked. “It’s a dragon custom. That’s why Ember and I am here. And why you are here, too.”

“Me?” Gallus slowly shook his head.

“Yes, you. You’re not a dragon, but through a careful selection process,“ consisting mostly of us listening to what your fellow students think of the two of you, he silently added, “it was decided you would help as well. To make sure you will, we had you pinkie-swear in advance. I suggest not trying her patience.”

“Yeah, I-I guess you’re right…” Gallus, for just a moment, stared into nothing and shuddered. “Still doesn’t feel right, though. I mean, ‘punishment’? You’re not her mom.”

“No.” Ember’s eyes narrowed. Gallus involuntarily took a step back. “But I am her Dragon Lord. And as Dragon Lord, I’m saying she’s going to get punished, and she’s going to take it.”

Gallus chanced a smirk. “And she’s going like it?”

“No.” Ember’s smirk wiped Gallus’s away like cheap chalk. “No, she is not. Spike, open the door.”

Spike did. Right away they were hit by the chatter of maybe a hundred students or so trying to talk quietly amongst themselves and getting progressively louder because everybody else tried to do the same. They went silent as soon as they saw Spike enter, with Smolder, Ember, and Gallus in tow.

Good thing they know me. “Hello, students. Thank you for attending. And thank you all for pinkie-swearing not to interfere with what’s about to happen. I assure you, it’s an old, important dragon custom, handed down from generation to generation of Dragon Lords. Which is why Dragon Lord Ember here will personally lead us through it. Please give her a hand.”

Spike waited for the polite applause to stop, then turned to point at the others on stage. “Smolder, you already know. Gallus has agreed to help, and as the Dragon Lord’s closest friend, so have I.”

Ember had crossed her arms and refused to look at him. Spike could’ve sworn she almost looked a little… pouty. And red.

Probably just a trick of the light.

“Alright, then. Anyway, again, thank you for being here. One of the most important aspects of what’s to come is an audience. Normally, that would be made up of fellow dragons, but as Smolder is a student of Princess Twilight’s School of Friendship, it was only logical to have it happen here, where all of you, her friends and acquaintances and the like can be a part of it.”

Smolder rubbed one of her arms with the other, clearly uncomfortable. She looked more like Ocellus’s disguise of her than her normal, brash self. Spike saw her take a deep breath and straighten her back, going back to quiet defiance. He admired her for it, even if he worried that it would crumble very soon.

Gallus shielded his eyes from the glare of the spotlights, squinting up into the bleachers. “Hey, there’s only the guys our age or older up there. I think I see Yona and Sandbar. Yup, that’s Yona waving at us right now. The ponies next to her are all ducking out of the way.”

Smolder returned the wave with a brisk one of herself. She’d spotted a grinning, cheering Silverstream with a bag of snacks in hand not that far away from the stage, and next to her stood a worried-looking Ocellus. Maybe she had a greater sense of what was to come. If she had a choice, Smolder wouldn’t have wanted any of her friends here. Or better yet, have this entire thing not happen at all. “Wasn’t this supposed to be some sort of punishment? Why are they all here?”

“Yeah, Smolder’s right. What’s all this about?” Gallus tapped his talons against his arm. “What are you planning?”

“I made sure there’s only creatures of the right age watching,” Spike told Gallus and her. He shuffled his clawed feet awkwardly. “Yeah, I know that look. Believe me, it’s better this way. Scratch that, it’s the only way.”

“That’s not reassuri—”

Clearing his throat, Spike addressed the crowd once more. They were eager, he could see. Of course they are, they have no idea why they’re really here yet.

“Now that everycreature is in place, I would like to hand the proceedings over to Princess Ember, the Dragon Lord.” He took a step back, and Ember stepped up after a quick nod in thanks.

“I, too, wish to welcome all of you. Your participation is very much appreciated, even if only as witnesses to this most important ritual.” For a second or two, Ember’s face twisted, like she’d eaten too sour a gem.

Spike knew that look too. He shook his head and smiled out of her sight. You still don’t like giving speeches like this, do you? Too many fancy words. “It’s okay, you can do it.”

“I know that!” Ember coughed, cracked her knuckles. Spike and Smolder both could hear Gallus gulp, probably regretting his involvement already. “Ahem! Now that everything is set, we can get to the actual reason we’re all here. Smolder, you stand here where they can all see you. Gallus, get behind her. Spike, you take her side.”

Murmurs rose once more as the assorted creatures on stage shuffled into their assigned spots. Spike shrugged apologetically when Smolder’s eyes met his. Gallus had his teeth clenched.
“Right.” Ember pointed at Smolder. “Now, strip.”

Silence echoed through the auditorium. Silence, safe for the sound of a Hippogriff choking on a peanut.

“U-um,” Smolder stammered, “beg your pardon?”

Ember snort-puffed a tiny ash cloud. “Too late for that. Don’t make me repeat myself.” She crossed her arms and did her best to glare down the other dragoness. Spike had to admit, Ember was very good at staredowns.

Smolder’s muzzle scrunched up in disbelief. “Are you… are you ordering me to strip in front of the school?!”

The room became loud again. Protests, at least some, but far more expressions of interest. Smolder turned red at her ridges.

“Yes, I am. So get to it.” Ember still had her arms crossed, waiting expectantly. Out of the corner of his eye, Spike saw Gallus was about to step in, probably to protect his friend. He cut him off before he could.

“H-hey, let go!”

“No.” Spike shook his head. “If you try to help Smolder, it’s just going to make things worse for her. Ember hasn’t even used her scepter yet. Wait until you’re called on.”

Gallus tore his arm from Spike’s grip but didn’t press things. He glowered at Spike instead. “How can you say that?”

“Because it’s not the first time I’ve done this.”

Gallus blinked. “What are you—?”

“Gallus the Griffon!” Both Spike and Gallus turned to the increasingly irritated-looking Dragon Lord… and the blushing, slightly smaller dragoness next to her who had a tight grip on her shirt. “As Smolder here refuses to follow my order, you will strip her.”

Gallus stared. “What makes you think I would—”

“Pinkie promise.”

Gallus froze.

Wordlessly, he turned to Smolder, who took a slow, slow breath.

“Gallus, I… I know you don’t want to do this. But they’re right. You Pinkie promised. Kinda stupid, really,” she added with a snort, “so let’s just get it over with, kay? For my sake?”

Spike and Ember both followed the slightly pleading look Smolder shot her fellow student. The Griffon’s beak opened and shut without words coming out. Finally, he slumped his shoulders, and nodded. Smolder smiled at that, even if he was more than a bit shaky. And Gallus, hesitantly, returned it.

Rip!

The smile still in place, now a little rueful, Gallus held up Smolder’s black shirt. Or rather, what was left of it. Smolder’s, Spike’s, and Ember’s gaze switched from the mutilated remains of a top to where it had sat not that long ago.

“N-not the best day to be going commando,” Smolder whimpered. Now free from their restraints, her modest orange titties hung out for everycreature to see. She could feel the air on her scales, but she grew hot under her skin.

“Perky,” Spike said from the side. “Cute. Not as big as yours, Ember.”

“Naturally! I’m the Dragon Lord!”

Smolder pulled her arms in front of herself. Or, at least she tried to. A green and a blue clawed hand grabbed her wrists and wrenched them back down; Spike and Ember were holding her in place, the little dragon surprisingly strong. They left her no option but uselessly squirming in place. “H-hey! Can’t I at least cover myself up?!”

Someone in the audience wolf-whistled. “Nice rack! You’re smoldering hot, babe!”

“That was terrible, Pun.”

“Don’t care! Still nice rack!”

“No arguing there…”

Smolder’s ear-fins splayed back. She tried to get her breathing back under control. Mainly because she’d noticed how struggling in the other two drakes’ grip sent her boobies bouncing and little else. She grimaced and hoped it came across as more of a cocky grin. She inhaled in a measured manner, only letting her girls jiggle a little bit.

“You got me. Oooh, I’m so punished, look at me go all red.” Smolder struck a bored tone, with just a hint of a challenge. She was a dragon, after all. A half-naked dragon currently being stared at. She could feel the eyes of everyone down there prickling on her titty skin, and her own nips just perked up even more when they got hard. “Can I go now?”

Ember’s hot glare pierced her skull.

“Gallus. Her pants are next.”

Smolder felt talons going for her waistband. In a panic, she began flailing about again, seeing Gallus’s blue and red face close to her hips. “Wait, wait! I’m already topless, you want him to—”

Snap!

Countless sets of eyes followed the tight fabric suddenly jump right off her body, like a water balloon hit with a needle in slow motion. Smolder’s toes flexed as if to catch them. A brilliant white light blinded her for a second, and as spots danced before her eyes she briefly hoped someone had clubbed her over the head and she would pass out soon. Unfortunately, she wasn’t so lucky.

“A camera? Really?”

“Yup! Smolder’s not going to be the only one flashing today!”

“Pun, I swear to Celestia…”

“The reel holds a few hundred pictures.”

“... I’ll pay you money for a few dozen.”

“Yak also want pictures!”

“What the heck, Yona! You too?!” Smolder strained against the iron grip on her limbs. Even her legs couldn’t move, a quick glance revealing two draconic tails wrapped around each. And between her legs, barely covering her down there, a thin slip only held in place on one side, clinging to tightly onto her that it left little to the imagination. Close enough and you could make out the orange and red of her scales and her pussy. Like Gallus was. Smolder’s throat dried up.
“Wow,” the Griffon said gormlessly. He was staring right between her legs. Smolder bared her teeth at him, but he didn’t seem to notice anything above her tits and below her crotch. “You look so smooth, Smolder.”

Pulse hammering in her ears, she huffed and tugged her legs. “Well, y-you don’t!”

Curse that stammer!

Gallus, surprise in his eyes, met her glare. He scratched the back of his neck, like a scolded whelp. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. Sorry, Smolder.”

Smolder’s glare intensified. She refused to think he looked cute like that. Gallus shifted his weight from one leg to the other, letting the remains of her shirt dangle in front of him, and Smolder noticed how uneasy the entire stance came across to her. He noticed she had noticed, though, and just shuffled his paws around awkwardly even more.

“Gallus.” The Griffon froze when Ember called his name. “Please throw that rag into the crowd and get that underwear off of her. We don’t have all day.”

He clutched it tighter. “B-but… I…”

“Hey, I think I know what’s going on! That bird is hiding another bird, and it ain’t no rooster!”

“Nobody wants to hear that, Pun!”

“Haaah! Yak get it! He is hiding his dick! Joke funny!”

“I stand corrected.”

“Gallus.” Ember jerked her head in the direction of the increasingly-agitated onlookers. “Smolder doesn’t need them anymore.” She tightened her grip when Smolder’s own temper flared up, but between Spike and her, it turned into just a little dance for the creatures watching them. “Throw them. Now.”

Gallus, not breaking eye-contact and only after the Dragon Lord growled at him, ended up flinging the ruined garment like it caught fire. Eager hands plucked it before it even reached the edge of the stage, a blur of light pinks and blues that settled back into the crowd with a cheerful whoop.

“I got them, I got them!”

“Wow, Silverstream, that was awesome!”

“Yeah, thanks, Silverstream,” Smolder ground out, “awesome flying. Really.” She tried again to pull up one leg to hide her barely-covered snatch while she could, but a whack to the back of her head brought her attention back to her tormentor. “Hey! What gives?!”

Ember glowered. “You will be nice to your fellow students! Nobody asked for your sarcasm!”

“Oh yeah?” Now Smolder leaned her head towards her elder in an open challenge. Spike held on tight, nodding his head towards Gallus, who stood there oogling the mostly-naked dragoness. While one she-dragon distracted the other, Gallus visibly steeled himself for the next step.

Said step was a quick swipe to Smolder’s backside. The ‘smack’ his hand made on her bum, and the ripping sound of her last piece of garment, and the shriek tearing from her throat that followed was loud as one of Professor Pinkie’s confetti cannons. Smolder, volcano-faced, didn’t dare look low this time. She didn’t need to.

A round of ‘oooh’s came from the audience. Smolder squirmed. She was naked. Utterly, totally, buck-naked, as the ponies say. They could all see her pussy now. Her hairless, smooth dragon-pussy. She bet none of them had ever seen anything like it, and she would’ve died happy knowing they never would. Now they had, the lucky few hundreds or so, as Smolder was pinned in place like a lewd butterfly.

“Um,” Gallus murmured, “sorry. Did I hurt you..?”

Smolder slowly turned her head towards him. To his credit, he didn’t look away from her teeth when she showed them. “No, of course not! Just… just my pride, is all! Hah! Hah!” Her head snapped around like a spring. “Hey, Ember? Can I go now? You already exposed me to all my schoolmates, I’ll probably never live this down, ever, so… am I done? Come on, say yes?”

Ember thought for a few seconds.

Or at least she looked like she did; Spike knew she was just putting on an act. Her need for revenge—and her need for other things—meant she wasn’t done with Smolder yet. Not by a long shot. He rolled his eyes. “Ember, don’t tease the girl worse. We both know we’re going to do more.”

“What?! You can’t—”

Before Smolder could finish, she found herself thrown to the ground, the impact driving the air from her lungs. Something grabbed her limbs again now to twist them into a barely not painful hold. She had to look up from the ground, where her head rested, while her lower end was held up in the air. Ember stared down between her legs with imperious disdain. She was holding her so her pussy was perfectly on display, slightly spread for maximum viewing pleasure. Smolder saw creatures point directly at it, and Ember turned her slightly and spread her even further for any who motioned for her to do so. Smolder’s upside-down world was filled with familiar faces familiarising themselves with her intimates, and Ember’s voice only barely cut through the wave of embarrassment washing over the younger dragoness.

“Hmm. Her tits really are nice.”

Smolder grew hot around the face.

“Told ya.” Spike shrugged. Then he grinned. “I mean, we could compare them directly…” And without saying anything more, he hooked a claw into Princess Ember’s chest plate. The whole thing came off, hanging only from one of her shoulders as it was pushed off by the Dragon Lord’s liberated boobage.

Ember also hadn’t gone with a bra.

She looked down at her own blue-ish breasts, then sent the smirking young drake a sidelong glance. “How long have you been waiting to do that?”

“Oh, not that long,” he answered, inspecting his claws. “Maybe about the time you went in the door. See, not that long.”

“Hmm. Ah, well. I guess it’s only fair to let you do that.” The older dragon girl shrugged her shoulders, making her own full breasts bounce in place. Smolder caught herself openly staring too. “Take that last piece off of me while you’re at it. I don’t like that hanging from my shoulders.”

Spike bowed low. “Of course, Dragon Lord! Your wish is my command, Princess!”

“Stop that. Just take it off.” Smolder saw Ember huff and grow just a tiny bit crimson. It didn’t last, and before long, Ember had been stripped off her chest armour completely. Unlike Smolder herself, she didn’t seem fazed by it at all. Something the younger dragoness noticed with a cute envy; not only did she have the bigger rack, she also didn’t care she was being leered at by a horde of horny adolescents! She helplessly wiggled her toes in the air and tried scooting away, wincing when the hold on her proved like iron.

She winced even harder when her oh-so benevolent Dragon Lord leveled her glare down at her again.

“Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you, Smolder! It’s time to get to the real part!”

“R-real part?!” Smolder squeaked. She hated that she squeaked. “What, showing m-me off like a two-bit play-pony model was all fun and games or something?!”

“Kinda, yeah.” The nonchalance in Ember’s tone set Smolder’s teeth on edge. “Spike, did you explain what’s going to happen next to our special guest?”

Is she talking about me? Smolder wondered. A shadow fell over her. A Gallus-shaped shadow. The Griffon youth was red like a tomato and looking anywhere but at her.

“Gallus..?”

“Sorry, Smolder. Spike told me I… I have to do this. It won’t be so bad, trust me.” He was smiling. A little unsure, not the cocky bird he often tried to show to the world. Maybe a little eager, even. For some reason, Smolder didn’t find it assuring at all. “Right, so. How do I do this?”

Gallus carefully took position in between Smolder’s legs. Princess Ember moved to give the Griffon space, of course without letting go of Smolder. Of course she wouldn’t. Smolder’s frustrated groan elicited a vicious smirk from the blue drake.

“Smolder, I wanna say, you, you’re kind of pretty.” Gallus, still red in the face, grasped around her butt with both arms. He spread his legs a little for a better stance or something, and before Smolder could ask him what the heck he thought he was doing, he pushed his beak against her sex.

Smolder’s eyes went wide. Her mouth already hung open. He met her eyes and looked away, somehow even blushing harder. The hard and sharp angled on his beak danced dangerously just atop the most sensitive skin on her body.

Then she felt his tongue inside her.

The touch of the warm, insistent presence sent a shock up her spine. Smolder smacked her head against the wood; she could’ve sworn that made the creatures watching them cheer harder, but she couldn’t truly tell with the ringing in her ears and the dull ache.

An ache that proved not enough to block out Gallus’s tongue in her. She couldn’t dislodge it, it was stuck, or rather she was stuck! That… that infernal Griffon looked at her, gauging her reaction.

Then he began twirling his tongue.

Smolder shrieked without breath, the world turned blurry as she went cross-eyed. How could he..! He was stirring her like a damned stew, he was! She would’ve grown full crab-red if she wasn’t already.

“Ga-gah-ga-gallus! What, what are you, oooh!”

That last thing came out in a wet, shameful moan. She couldn’t help it, she had never done anything close to this! Spikes of pleasure drove into her brain as her best friend tongue-fucked her like he was trying to set up a chess game in her vagina.

“Wow, look at him go! First time I ever saw the bird doing the stuffing!”

“Pun, what did I tell you about being stupid someplace else?”

“Ocellus? Are you… are you taking notes?!”

“N-no!”

“Yak can see friend Ocellus’s clipboard.”

Smolder only heard half of their words. She was rapidly being pushed towards the peak. She could see it. Either that, or the lack of oxygen played tricks on her mind. Her insides were bubbling, she was so c-close..!

“There she goes.” Ember’s smirk dripped with sadistic enjoyment. Not that that did anything to hold Smolder back. It was much too late for that, under Gallus’s relentless attention she had no choice. Smolder came with a loud moan and a full-body shudder and a little squirt of drake-girl juice that landed on her own face.

She lay on the stage, spent, panting. Arms limp in Ember’s grip. She cocked one eye open and saw Gallus panting as well, the entirety of his lower face dripping and sticky. He managed a small grin. That sent the crowd wild for a second.

Gallus touched his chin. His talons came back wet with Smolder’s femjuice, and, after staring at it, then her, he gave it a lick. He was red in the face, clear to see even through his blue plumage.

“Heh… wasn’t so b-bad, right? For a first time. I… hope it was okay for you.” He turned to Ember. “I did… what you said. It’s done now… right?”

Princess Ember regarded him with a neutral expression.

“No.” Smolder and Gallus both had their mouths falling open when they heard the word. “No, not yet.” She turned away from them, towards their audience.

“Students of the School of Friendship! Did you like the show?”

“Hay, yeah!”

“That was hot, Princess Ember!”

“D-do you, um, want to a-add more..?”

“Do you want more?”

“I—I thought I a-asked that…”

“Yeah, Princess! Give us more!”

“Make that drake scream some more!”

Ember, with visible satisfaction, smirked at Smolder. “See? They want more. You’re popular, Smolder. How could I deny them more of you?”

“Uh…” Smolder gasped, “j-just say no..?”

Ember grinned. With all her fangs on display.

The Dragon Lord opened her maw, letting her forked tongue unroll like a scroll. Smolder followed it with fearful eyes, completely aware she could do nothing but watch. She hissed and shuddered when this tongue, less rough than the cat-like appendage the Griffon had, played a slow circle around her outer lips.

“Mmm, Smolder. You taste nice.” Ember’s slitted pupils shone with amusement. “You’re going to be a fine meal for a Dragon Lord!”

“N-no, you—aghk!”

Ember’s tongue had whipped her poor draggy clit! Smolder glared at her as best as she could through a sheen of rising tears. Her poor, poor pleasure button! She jerked again when she felt Ember’s tongue enter her; the other drake’s sharp fangs teased her scaled flesh too. Gallus’s beak was sharp, but that was nothing compared to dragon teeth. Perhaps worse was the slick tongue exploring her like a writhing snake. The movements, the pleasure they forced on her, it made it impossible to stay still.

“Nnngh!”

“That’s it, Smolder,” Ember purred, “dance for your audience. You’ll have dozens of suitors before we’re through.”

“I don’t want graaAAH!”

Teeth! Teeth! Damnit, had she broken skin?! Smolder glanced up. No blood. Lots of her arousal. It left her crotch, her belly, even her tits glistening by now. Flashes around her, probably more pictures being taken. Smolder felt something rise up within her again. The now-familiar sensation of an oncoming orgasm. This one wasn’t quite as strong…

...it still ripped through her like a storm over an island.

Smolder cried out her climax, without a squirt this time—because Ember caught it in her jaws! The crowd went wild. Some began throwing stuff on stage… bits?

“Ow!”

Yup, those were bits. She had a good look up close when that one landed in her eye.

“Sorry, Smolder! Guess I’m no good at the money shot, right?”

“I hate you, Pun.”

Smolder was too tired to think much of that. She was sure the bit hadn’t given her a shiner, so that was good. Her legs were quivering with exhaustion, and she was getting a headache from all the blood rushing to her head, and her pussy, and her head…

“Spike. Your turn.”

Smolder’s heart stopped for a second.

No. No way. Not him too.

She dreaded looking up, but she had to. Spike the Dragon was getting into place. Being smaller than the two of them meant his head was barely above her snatch. Better that way for him, she supposed. How was he supposed to reach otherwise?

No, hold up, she didn’t want him to reach! Smolder opened her maw to protest, to tell him not to bother, what did he think he was going to do that Ember hadn’t anway. He opened his before she could say anything. His pink tongue slithered out from his mouth, tasting the air.

It passed her clitty.

It passed where a pony would have a belly button.

Smolder witnessed with wide eyes how it crept all the way up to her face, to tickle her nose.

“Impressive, isn’t he?” Ember crossed her arms under her tits, pleased with herself. For some reason. “He might not be that tall and his wings are smallish, but that tongue is something else entirely.”

She sounded… proud. Smolder found the strength to give her a suspicious look. One that Ember seemed to ignore.

“Now, Spike, show us what you can do with that.”

Smolder’s head whipped back to the male drake, panic rising in her chest. No, no no no!

Spike speared her with his tongue. Smolder went rigid, maw wide open and nothing escaping save for a strangled cry. He… he was so big! That, that thing rippled in her insides. She bumped both sides of her head as she whipped it about in helpless pleasure.

It filled her up! All of her! There wasn’t a spot in her that this monster tongue didn’t touch and caress in some way! It was a hot, slick, oh-so pleasurable invader taking her with patient force! Gallus had been eager, Ember had been rough, but Spike… Spike was playing her. He twitched this way, she jerked with him; he rolled that way, and she cried and pleaded wordlessly.

She made eye-contact with the drake tongue-puppeteering her. He was watching her. Taking in her reactions. The corners of his mouth twitched up, his tongue wrote letters on the walls of her pussy she couldn’t read and she trembled. Smolder knew, he was going to push her over the edge as well. He was, she knew, he was in control and he would make her cum like crazy.

She went red-hot. Inside. Smolder had a sun sitting in her gut, and this infernal drake was coaxing it out because she had no control. She closed her eyes; the taste of copper filled her mouth. She’d bitten her tongue.

She heard Gallus’s voice. He was miles away.

“You’re cute when you cum.”

Too much. Her body bucked in its restraints. Her back arched. She went blind… and she saw bright. Her heart beat like a wardrum, and the only other thing she could hear but for her own scream now was Spike slurping her up.

“AaaaaAAAAAH FUUUUUUU—!”

“Woah! Yak has never seen friend Smolder twitch like hit from lighting!”

“Yeah, that was so cool, wasn’t it?!”

“Oops, now she has gone limp.”

She had. She swore there were a few bubbles rising from her open maw. Smolder surely had died, and what was left was just a mindless, boneless puddle. Or so she would’ve liked to think. The fact that she could think that at all meant she wasn’t dead.

Drat.

Everything hurt. Everything that wasn’t still in the afterglow of what Spike just forced her through. She blinked lamely and tried to focus on the purple and blue blurs she suspected were her fellow dragons. One of them was holding something. Something vaguely shaped like a wand.

“Ember,” Spike’s voice burbled in Smolder’s ear, “do you really need to use that thing too? I think we’re done. We should be done.”

“No. This is the last thing, then we’re done. Let me do this, Spike.”

Smolder heard him sigh. That sound send a shiver down what was left of her spine. Even worse was the sudden buzzing, that had her teeth chattering.

“What… what is that..?”

“Hm?” Ember cocked her head. “You’re still with us? Good! See this?” She held up a white… thingie. It looked like a rod with a broad head on one end. “This is a toy from Neighpon. They call it a hitachi wand. I am not going to reveal how it came to my possession…”

At her side, Spike snorted.

“... just know that it’s enchanted to make whoever this is used on very. Very. Sensitive.” Ember bared her teeth in a vicious grin. “You’re probably numb down there by now, right? Not for long. Not with this.”

Smolder weakly shook her head.

“So, let’s try this. In you go…”

She lowered the ominous wand to Smolder’s oversexed sex. Smolder was too weak to even fight just a little. Ember had let go of one of her legs to pick up the wand, but that only meant Spike had grabbed it for her. The damn wand came closer and closer, its head a blur even through Smolder’s blurry vision. It… it touched her…

Smolder felt like she’d just had a fire lit up in her snatch.

“Gaah! Ah! Ah! N-n-n—!”

Ember hadn’t lied. Smolder’s pussy flared to life with the wand’s obnoxious vibrations. Her breath came in short thrusts. So was her crotch, humping the air independently of the rest of her. Ember painted whatever she touched with that wand into quivering, aroused drake fem-flesh. Smolder babbled stuff she didn’t know the meaning of either, caught between wanting her to stop and keep going. Mostly, Smolder wanted some control over her own body again!

That, that thing! That hitach-whatever, it made Smolder’s toes curl. Her tail moved, instinct pushing it to push out of the way of the non-existent dragon conquering her pussy! Damn it, damn it..!

“Oh boy! Looks like Princess Ember brought a different kind of sceptre today!”

“I’m sorry, everypony, I truly am sorry, I don’t know who that pony is either, this is the first time for me too.”

“Ocellus, do Changelings have sex toys like that? It looks like fun!”

“Uh-uh-um—”

Whatever answer the little Changeling eventually managed to stammer out, Smolder couldn’t hear it. She was trapped in her own head again. The vibrations torturing her echoed all the way up to her skull. She had to blink another squirt of her own juices from her eyes, followed by shudders. She bit her teeth together, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of another moan, or groan, or sigh, or anything! Even if it felt like she was slowly but surely reduced to that small part of her that the wand was pleasuring.

Her jaw was shaking.

“Gnnn! NNNN!”

“Smolder, Smolder, Smolder… it’s no use trying to hold out.” Ember pressed the wand into her harder. “One last time. Cum for your audience. For me, for Spike.”

She shook her head.

“For Gallus.”

Smolder hesitated. That little mistake was too much. Heated pleasure flooded her love tunnel, she went rigid. The shock stole her breath away. Her lungs screamed, but she didn’t, she couldn’t, there was nothing to the dragon Smolder now but that incessant buzz in her pussy.

She came. Hard, harder. She was hitting her head on the ground deliberately now to blot out the pleasure. Bump. Bump. Bump! It didn’t help. Her snatch hooked the rest of her body and tore her over the peak.

Smolder grooooaaaned. She was beyond tired. She was exhausted. She had nothing left. She felt so moist and sticky all over, she was sure she’d turned inside out by now. She was done.

Gallus, Spike, and Ember looked down at her with varying levels of pity: namely much, much, and none.

Smolder didn’t care. All the care had been fucked out of her. Not even the cheers and jeers from all the other creatures managed to touch her in any way. She’d been touched to much for that.

Ember cleared her throat. Smolder thought it prudent to at least move an ear-frill in her direction.

“Now, we are done. Smolder, your punishment is over and done with. Everyone, give Smolder here a hand!”

“I’d do more than just give her a ouch!”

“Goodness, my fist must have slipped.”

“Now that her punishment is over and done with, you too are released from your... obligation! You may return to whatever you did before we called you!”

“No!”

Ember blinked. So did Smolder. Spike and Gallus, too, looked surprised. Anyone bound for the exits stopped in their tracks. Stomping onto the stage came Yona and Silverstream.

“We didn’t get a turn yet!”

Smolder paled.

“We’re not leaving until we also had a chance to do our part!” Silverstream almost-screamed in her usual way. She grinned in what might have been a friendly, reassuring way, if Smolder’s guts didn’t suddenly feel like they really wanted to leave the rest of her behind. “Gallus was allowed to, so we also want a round with our friend Smolder!”

Yona the Yak nodded sagely. “Yes. Yona also wants to eat Smolder. Yaks best at oral sex.”

“Wha—” Smolder croaked. Then her voice gave out. A sudden weight on her chest drove whatever breath she could’ve hoped to use next away. Yona had sat down. On her.

“Friend Smolder’s boobs make for good cushion!”

“Look, Gallus! Spike! Princess Ember! Everyone, look!” Silverstream hopped in place and held up a tiny item of her own. It was shaped like an egg, with a switch on one side. She didn’t know why, but Smolder’s heart sank.

“This is one of our toys! It’s powered by the same magic as our pearls! Look, it vibrates!” Silverstream switched it on. It became a loud buzzy blur in the Hippogriff’s talons. Even Ember looked impressed by the intensity. Smolder just wanted to ooze away to where nobody would ever find her. “Should be pretty strong! Maybe as strong as the wand!”

Yona sent her braids flying with her earnest nodding. “Good! Silverstream use egg on Smolder’s clit, Yona will eat her while you do!”

“Yona, yes!”

Yona, no!

As soon as the egg made contact with her clit, Smolder let out a scream she hadn’t thought she had in her. Not after everything she’s already shrieked out!

“Fuuuuuu—!”

Then Smolder nearly choked on her tongue when Yona’s broad muzzle smooshed right into her cunnie. Smolder could only stare wide-eyed at the Yak’s bobbing head as she sucked and slobbered her merry way through the Valley of Smolder’s Vag. Yona’s tongue was like a battering ram made of wet rubber and rolled over her like an avalanche.

“Yaksh besht at pushy eating!”

Oh, ancestors. She was going to die.

The egg hit her again. Silverstream pressed it into her clit, apparently afraid she wouldn’t really feel anything unless her overtaxed clit was crushed like a grape. She felt. She felt a lot. It was worse than the wand. Smolder’s hips danced in a futile effort to escape, but there was no escaping the merciless buzz.

“Oh yeah, make her dance some more!”

“Come on, girls, you can do it! Tame that dragon!”

“Best. Group activity. Ever!”

“Stop squirming, Smolder! You’re making this harder than it has to be!” Silverstream said and beamed her unbearably happy smile. While she pressed the instrument of clitoral torture against her without a care in the world. If Smolder wasn’t burning up inside, she might have said something snarky in return. As it was, she was too busy jerking like an electrocuted fish on dry land. This was! This was the worst! The absolute worst!

She was going to cum! She was going to cum, and then she was going to lose her mind! Or the other way round, didn’t matter!

Yona buried her muzzle in her. Silverstream grinded her dragoness clit to a quivering pitiful lump.

“W-wait! We want in, too!”

More hoofsteps. The flutter of gossamer wings. Smolder would’ve been shocked to catch herself remembering a word like that, if that half of her brain wasn’t currently thick soup. Cracking open one eye for a second revealed a blushing Ocellus pulling a blushing-even-harder Sandbar on stage.

“We want to, um, we want to help too!” Ocellus pushed her fingers together. Out of one of her pockets the side of a clipboard stuck out. “Princess Ember, could we borrow your wand? The Neighponese one, not… not your scepter. I, I mean, we, want to test something.”

Smolder’s shoulders twitched.

Must not. Breathe fire. At friends.

Ember didn’t look that surprised this time, probably not after Yona and Silverstream already stormed the stage. She twirled the Hitachi wand between the claws on one of her hand as she considered and, with a shrug, threw it over to Sandbar. The stallion scrambled to catch it.

“Sure. Knock yourself out. Better yet, knock her out.”

Spike shook his head. “You’re cruel, Ember.”

“You know me too well.” Ember grinned, smacking the smaller drake’s back and almost sending him stumbling off the stage. “You can show me exactly what you think of that later, isn’t that right, Spike?”

Spike coughed, not just from the blow, and mumbled something too quiet for Smolder to understand. Ember seemed to, though. She broke out into a cackle. Before Smolder could process more, a fleeting hint of pressure brought her back to a more pressing concern.

“So, to switch it on, I press this..?” Ocellus stared at the wand resting against Smolder’s pussy in concentration. Sandbar was holding it, but the Changeling found the hidden button first. It came to life with a flick of a Changeling’s dainty fingers, no matter how much Smolder wished it wouldn’t, to take over her life again.

“MWAAAAAAARGH!”

Smolder shook. That was all she could do under the weight of Yona’s ass. She’d been wrong, before was bad, this was the worst! Smolder was a thin wall of raw meat between the buzzing egg and the buzzing wand and they were grinding her into paste. Did she even have a body anymore? Maybe they really were liquifying her with forced pleasure. Fill her up in bottles. Sell her as a drink.

Meanwhile, the world did a few flips, or maybe that was just her mind draining away again. This… this couldn’t be. It wasn’t real. It was unreal.

“Like I thought! The, the wand and the egg, they’re enhancing each other! You can see the arousal in her parts go up too!”

“Yeah, uh, that’s great, Ocellus, I’m just hoping she won’t kill us in our sleep.”

Smolder’s jaws snapped empty air. She bucked, warbled in a way no dragon was supposed to.

“Oh wow, I hope somepony is recording this!”

“I’m getting everything, don’t worry!”

Ocellus was right. Smolder couldn’t identify where egg ended and wand began. She couldn’t even identify where she ended and not-she began. She was lava, down there. It felt so good, it looped all the way around to almost hurting. She wanted it to end, right now, not now, never, now!

And everycreature was staring at her! Staring at her as she was rocked with the… all of this! Too much!

Smolder opened her muzzle. One last cry. One last scream. She didn’t. Soft lips, connected to something hard, covered hers. She was being kissed.

A blue face. Not Ember. Not a dragon. Avian. Gallus.

Gallus was kissing her. Smolder’s brain tried to make sense of it, but reason had left the building long ago and lust was running around setting everything on fire while laughing like mad. She had nothing. Pleasure like a jackhammer, that was she, only that. Smolder closed her eyes and let everything wash over her, let it burn her inside out.

“There she goes! Yona, Sandbar, Ocellus, you did it! Wait, Gallus?! What are you doing? Why are you kissing her?”

“Hah, friend Silvershtream not notish obvioush, hahaha!”

The toys were ripped away. Cool, it was cool between Smolder’s legs, they were spread wide and her friends posed with her for a last picture. Of her, them, and Smolder’s overused gash.

Click.

To the side, Ember and Spike watched the four friends, tangled together. They shared a quick look. And a smile.

“Worked out okay in the end, looks like,” said Spike. Ember nodded. He took her hand. “How about we go and do our own thing?”

She grinned. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”