It was a warm summer day and the sun was shining as a young pony was setting up camp as well as several pieces of measuring equipment along with a telescope. Of course, with the volcanoes around, every day was warm in this area. The pony in question was a pale unicorn stallion by the name of Beaker. His red mane was spiked up (despite all his best efforts to make it look neat.) His seafoam green eyes were focused on the tent stake and hammer he was holding. His muzzle scrunched up in concentration and he swung the hammer to drive the stake into the rocky earth, securing the tent.

After spending more time than he’d like to admit on the stakes, his tent was finally standing by itself. Beaker scurried about the camp, setting up his telescope. He grinned as he trained it on a group of dragons.

“One doctorate, coming up,” he commented with a smile. His smile dropped as one of them turned to look at him. He froze, silently hoping the dragon couldn’t see him from his secluded perch. The dragon seemed to stare at him for a few moments before resuming what he was doing. “That was close...” he sighed in relief, levitating over his notepad. He put it down next to him and levitated over the camouflage he had packed, hoping to avoid any further close calls. Once he felt that he and his camp was sufficiently hidden, he resumed observing the dragons.

“Perfect~!” he congratulated himself, a grin plastered on his muzzle. Studying dragons seemed like such a natural thing for Beaker. He had been utterly fascinated by them ever since the dragon migration had passed over his town one year when he was a young colt. Ever since then, he had dedicated himself to becoming Equestria’s leading expert on dragons. And this would be his first real step towards that goal. “Now... how do I cook without alerting them...?”

He paused, looking around his camp. He pulled out the food he brought with him. He cursed under his breath, realizing he hadn’t brought anything that he could eat raw besides a few bags of trail mix and a box of granola bars.

“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his mane. “I’ll just have to wait until nightfall to cook my meals. I can use the rocks to block out the light and the smoke shouldn’t be visible in the darkness.”

Deciding that it was best to focus on his work, Beaker devoted himself to the dragons in front of him. The hours ticked away quietly, filled with the scribbling of his quill. Beaker squinted as shapes seemed to be harder to make out. He pulled away to rub his eyes, blinking as he realized night had fallen.

“See something you like?” a gruff female voice asked from behind him. Beaker went rigid as he slowly turned around. A pony sized, blue dragoness stood behind him, a golden staff clutched in her talons. On top, sat a large red gem.

“Um…” Beaker’s mind went blank as her red eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight. He shook his head, steeling his nerves. “I’m sorry for intruding on your land. I just wanted to observe your people. Ponies don’t know much about dragons and I wanted to change that.”

She narrowed her eyes, walking around him. “What? It isn’t enough that your princess has a dragon mate?”

Beaker blinked. “Wait, that rumor is true? I thought that was a bunch of nonsense.”

She let out a barking laugh. “You don’t have a lot of sense do you?”

Beaker held back a frown, not wanting to show her any hostility. “I go to school pretty far from Canterlot and Ponyville. I’ve never even seen the princesses in person before. Rumors tend to get pretty wild out that way.”

“And what would you know about wild?” she stepped closer, getting in his face.

“There was one rumor that the princesses get together every now and then to hold secret orgies,” Beaker deadpanned, flinching slightly as her sweltering breath crashed into his face. He was surprised by the lack of brimstone smell to it. Instead, it was a rather earthy scent.

She laughed again, leaning in close. “You gotta name, horn boy?”

“My name is Beaker, Ma’am,” he replied. “What’s yours, ruby eyes?” He smiled softly, relaxing at her display of mirth.

“Ember, Dragonlord Ember.”

Beaker’s eyes locked onto her sceptre and he nodded. It was obvious that it was a symbol of power. Though it was surprising to see a fairly small dragon be in charge.

“So, may I ask why the dragonlord came to see me personally?”

She poked his chest. “You’re trespassing, and I have to punish you. Unless, you’d rather the others do it.”

Beaker held his hands up as a sign of non-hostility. “I don’t mean any harm, Dragonlord Ember. I’ll accept your punishment. Just please allow me to continue my research.”

He flinched as she reached up, cupping his muzzle. “So, tell me, you a virgin or what?”

A blush exploded on Beaker’s face. “W-well I uh… That is to say… Th-that’s private.”

Ember grinned, baring her fangs. “Not anymore, boy. I could use a concubine, and you seem like perfect material.”

“I take it that if I refuse you’ll leave my punishment to the other dragons?” he asked with a gulp.

Ember let out an exaggerated scoff, pushing him away. “And here I thought you wanted to learn about dragons.”

Beaker gulped again. “I do it’s just… I wasn’t expecting to be offered to become a concubine to the dragonlord. Especially since I’m a…” His blush returned and he rubbed the back of his neck. Ember laughed, and with a blur of motion, shredded his shirt. The tattered cloth fell to the ground, revealing his lean and toned chest and stomach. He had gained the bit of muscle to better prepare for this trip.

“Not as scrawny as you look.” Ember placed her free hand on his chest, tracing his muscles.

“W-well, I didn’t want to fall to my doom, so I’ve taken to working out and learned rock climbing,” he replied, enjoying the feeling of her claw lazily drifting through his fur.

She moved her hand down to the hem of his pants. After a moment of contemplation, she ripped them off. “You won’t be needing clothes anymore.”

“Guess not.” Beaker chuckled nervously as he stood in his black boxers. “Something tells me there’s no real cold season around here.”

“How many clothes do you wear?” Ember glared a his boxers, tearing them off of him. He gulped and looked away as his sheath and balls were put on display. He silently hoped they met her approval, not wanting her to change her mind about his punishment. She reached down, grabbing his sheath. “Lets see how big you are, shall we?”

Beaker couldn’t hold back a groan as Ember started to squeeze and rub his sheath. Her scaled hands were smooth and oh so pleasant to the touch. She kept it up, smirking as he started to rise up from his sheath. She gripped his emerging shaft, stroking him. The way her claws hung dangerously close to the tender skin added a dangerous thrill to it all.

She let out a whistle. “I gotta say, that's pretty big for a pony.”

Beaker chuckled weakly and looked back at her. “I wouldn’t know, never seen anypony’s but mine. But… thanks for the compliment.”

Ember got in his face, letting out a snort of smoke. “But, I still have to punish you. Straight up sex isn’t exactly a punishment.”

He coughed, waving the smoke out of his face. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hold still.” Ember grabbed his arms, wrapping her jaws around his neck. She savored his panicked squirming, letting her teeth sink ever so slightly into his flesh. Beaker resisted the urge to gulp as she chewed slightly, ensuring a mark would be left. When she pulled away, she licked at the shallow wound, cleaning up the blood and disinfecting it. “Just a bit more.” She held her staff up, a spark of magic jumping from the ruby to his new marks. “Now everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Fascinating,” he commented, rubbing at his neck. The wound was closed, replaced by a visible scar.

She chuckled, grabbing his erect cock. “You sound just like that purple princess.”

Beaker smiled. “Makes sense, I’ve heard she’s quite the scholar.” For some reason, he felt emboldened and he felt the mark on his neck tingle as he put his hands on her shoulders. “But why talk about her when there's better things to do with our mouths?”

Ember tightened her grip on his cock, scraping her claws every so gently across his skin. “Are you presuming to tell your lord what to do?”

Beaker shuddered as the dangerous thrill rushed through him, but his confidence didn’t waver and the scar continued to tingle. “Wouldn’t ever dream of it, my lord. I was merely making a suggestion.”

Ember pushed him down on his knees, using her staff to create a ring of magic around the base of his cock. “Please me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped her thighs and searched her crotch. He quickly found a bump in her scales where genitals would be on a pony and put his fingers to it. He found that he could part the mass of scales and laid eyes on her feminine treasure. It was a bright pink that contrasted wonderfully with her blue scales.

"Mmm, my lord is such a vision of beauty,” Beaker commented, giving Ember’s slit a long lick. He chuckled as Ember shivered, noting that her insides seemed to have a higher temperature. He gave her a series of licks, tracing the alphabet as his former roommate had explained. He quickly found that the temperature agreed with him, her warmth spreading through his body.

“Mmmm...” Ember hummed with pleasure, putting her hand on his head. “That's the spot.”

Beaker continued his ministrations for a while. Then he reached up, putting his hands on her ass. He could feel plush yet toned flesh just beneath her scales. Ember seemed to approve, pressing his face against her crotch. Beaker caressed and groped her ass, occasionally rubbing the base of her tail while he drilled his tongue as deep as he could into her depths. Ember panted and moaned, tugging on his mane. He let her lead him to certain spots, dragging his tongue across them as he went.

“You sure you’re a virgin?” Ember questioned, yanking on his mane.

Beaker licked his lips as he pulled away from her crotch. “I think the mark did more than show I’m yours,” he said. “I feel much more confident than I ever have. I’ve just been following my instincts, seems to be working.” He flashed her a smile.

Ember laughed, pushing him onto his back. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” She activated her staff again, the ring around his cock expanding to cover the whole thing.

Beaker quirked a brow as he looked down at his glowing crotch. “May I ask what you’re doing to my penis, my lord?”

“Who says it's yours anymore?”

“Let me rephrase, my lord.” Beaker suddenly had a nagging feeling in the back of his head. “What are you doing with your magic?”

“I’m going to fuck you, that's what.” With a pop, said limb vanished from Beakers crotch, reappearing on Ember’s. She moaned as it altered itself, becoming very draconic.

He gaped, looking down to see feminine folds forming where his member had been. His balls receded as well, leaving him completely feminine between his legs. He barely had time to process the change when Ember pounced on him, poking the pointed head of her new cock into his folds.

Beaker looked down and fought against his rising horror. He took a deep breath to steady himself. “My lord, if I do a good job in pleasing you, will I be able to get that back?”

“Of course.” She licked his new scar, wasting no time in pushing into him.

Beaker grunted, feeling himself being stretched. He gripped her shoulders, bracing himself. “Then please continue, my lord. My body is yours.” He steadied his breathing, preparing himself to do what he needed to in order to get his body back to normal.

She purred at his response, thrusting her hips at a rather fast pace. Ember placed her hands on his chest, digging the tips of her claws into his skin. “Who owns you pony?!”

Beaker moaned loudly, though whether it was for show or genuine pleasure he couldn’t tell. “Y-you do, my lord!” he cried, his hips moving to meet hers without his notice. “Dragonlord Ember owns this pony!”

“Louder!” she commanded, dragging her claws across his chest. “I want every dragon to know who owns you!”

"Dragonlord Ember owns this pony!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs, shuddering as he felt his inner walls drip onto Ember’s groin. She grunted, flaring her wings out, smoke pouring from her nostrils. Beaker took that as a sign that she was close. With shaky hands, he reached up and rubbed the bases of her wings in an effort to send her over the edge. She let out a jet of flame, hilting herself inside of him. He cried out, her orgasm setting off his own. He moaned, feeling the inner walls contract around her to milk her for seed.

Ember rose up, taking panting breaths, smoke pouring from her nostrils. “Now you're mine, now and forever.”

Beaker nodded weakly and rolled over into a kneeling position. “Of course, my lord. Did I pleasure you well?” He gave her a hopeful expression, his eyes darting between her eyes and her crotch.

“You did.” She nodded, quickly reversing the spell, though, left the original magic ring in place.

Beaker smiled and stood back up, taking her claw and giving it a quick kiss. “Thank you, my lord.” She purred, wrapping her tail around his waist.

“Of course, I treat my subjects well.”

Beaker felt her warmth spread through him. His smile grew and he put his hands on her waist. “Very well, my lord.”

She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Let's go somewhere more... private...” With a flap of her wings, they took to the skies, moving closer to the other dragons. He held on tight as they flew, the dangerous thrill returning as he watched the landscape below them.

Ember landed on a ledge, the wall opening up into a huge cavern. “Welcome to your new home.”

Beaker let his hooves touch the ground and he took in the sights. There was a large pile of treasure which he assumed Ember used for a bed in one corner of the chamber. His ears twitched and for a second he thought he could hear the sound of rushing water from further inside the cave.

He turned to her and smiled. “I like it.”

“Hold still.” Ember raised her staff, healing the marks on his chest. “Sorry if I got rough, I have to show I’m top dog around here.”

Beaker chuckled and waved it off. “It’s fine, my lord. No permanent damage done.”

Ember put her staff in the gold pile, turning to face him. “You don’t have to call me that in private.”

“Okay, Ember,” he said. “Do you mind if I take a seat?”

“Do ponies ask permission before doing anything?” Ember rolled her eyes. “Yes, sit. You are mine, it's fine if you touch my things.”

Beaker laughed as he found a comfortable looking spot on the treasure pile. He got himself situated, his eyes never leaving her.

“We ponies tend to ask permission to do things if we’re in someone else's home, doubly so if we’re that person's servant.”

“Don’t keep asking me permission,” she informed rather sternly, flopping onto her hoard. “At least not in private. Be as submissive as you’d like in front of the others.”

A sudden thought popped into his head as soon as she finished saying that. He had to keep a smirk from his face as he scooted closer to her. “So you don’t want me to ask permission before doing anything while we’re alone?”

“What did I just say?”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He put his arms around her and pulled the dragoness into a deep kiss. She blinked, quickly melting into the kiss. He held her close, running his hands along the scales of her back. He decided to press his luck further, snaking a hand down to grab her ass. She purred, pressing into his chest. He felt a stirring between his legs as the kiss continued. He swung his leg over, putting himself atop her. He let his other hand go down and parted The scales between her legs.

She shuddered, eagerly spreading her legs for him. He pulled away from the kiss, lining his length up with her slit. He looked back into her eyes with a smirk.

“Well, seems there’s no limit to that lack of permission thing,” he teased as he pressed the head of his dick into her.

“Hmm... not a one...” she replied, pulling him down on top of her.

He shuddered, her inner fire seeping into his tender flesh as he thrust inside of her. As soon as his hips met hers a thought popped into his head. ‘Welp, no way I can switch to ponies after this.’

He gripped her by the hips and started to pull out of her. Ember groaned, her claws pressing into his shoulders. She dug her claws in,wrapping her legs around his waist. Beaker winced as her claws sank into his shoulders. He ignored it and started to thrust faster in an attempt to drown out the pain with more pleasure. He groaned, her inner walls gripping his length like a vice. Ember moaned with him, burying her head into one of his shoulders.

“Hm... You sure you're a virgin?” she joked, careful not to poke his eye out with her horn.

“To be fair, you did just give me a hands-on demonstration of this,” he joked back, chuckling as he moved one of his hands from her hip to trace and rub one of her wings. Her wings stiffened, quickly becoming erect. He had to hold back a chuckle at the behavior, it was just like what pegasus wings did when aroused. He ran his fingers along the wings, marveling at the corded muscles contained within them. Ember purred in approval, squirming under his touch.

“Keep going that...” she commanded, removing a hand from his shoulder. She moved it down, cupping his balls.

Beaker moaned as she grasped his balls, rolling them in her hand. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. “I was going to even if you hadn’t told me.” He removed his other hand from her hip, using it to give her unattended wing similar treatment. He let his fingers dance along the flight muscles, silently comparing their structure to that of a pegasus’. Said wing shot out, stiffening up. Ember’s moans increased in volume, echoing off of the cavern walls. Beaker just grinned and sped up his thrusts.

“Yes!” Ember shouted, giving his balls a hard squeeze.

Beaker let out a low grunt, his thrusts becoming jerky for a few moments from the assault on his balls. “E-Ember, easy on the balls,” he panted out. She gave him a quick apology and loosened her grip.

Ember snorted plume of smoke, her insides starting to get hotter. “A-almost there...” she muttered, looking down at him.

“S-same here,” he told her. “Where do you want me to finish.” He reached down and grabbed her ass while speeding up his thrusts.

Ember clenched down around him, throwing her head back. She let out a torrent of flame, her body racked with pleasure.

Beaker let out his own grunt of pleasure and hilted inside her. He shot jets of seed deep into her womb, her contracting walls milking him for everything he had. He let out an oof as she fell on him, a rather content look on her face.

“I think living with you is gonna be the greatest thing to ever happen to me,” Beaker commented, holding her close.

She purred, tracing his chest with a claw. “Oh, I agree. I’m glad I found you before anyone else did.”

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss. The two then settled into their embrace and the two fell asleep together.

A tired purr rumbled in Ember’s throat. She shifted on her bed of treasure, adjusting the position of her newly laid egg with a wing.

Beaker walked into view from deeper into the cave. He had a waterskin slung on his shoulder. He handed it to her and took a seat next to her.

“So, how long until the egg hatches?” he asked, watching her take a long drink.

Ember laughed, downing a few gulps of water. “I just laid it. It’s going to be a while before it hatches.”

“I know that,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and settling his hands on her stomach. “I was just curious how long it usually takes.”

She licked her lips, passing him the waterskin. “Depends. Different genders take different amounts of time.”

“Fascinating,” he said, taking a long drink. “Which gender usually takes longer?”

“Females.” She turned to him, looking into his eyes. “What do you want? A boy, or a girl?”

“I’ll be happy no matter what we have,” he answered, smiling and looking deep into her ruby orbs. “Just as long as I get to raise a healthy child with the dragoness I love.”

“That's not what I meant.” she rolled her eyes. “If you want a boy, then the egg stays like it is. But if you want a girl, I have to keep its temperature up.”

He blinked, quickly coming to a realization. “Amazing, you can directly and naturally influence the child’s gender.” He then shook his head and smiled at her. “You can pick, Ember.”

“Oh no.” She poked his chest. “I asked you. Now, decide.”

“Then let’s make our first born a girl,” he relented with a chuckle.

“Thank you.” She shooed him back, breathing a stream of fire onto the egg. “You can be useful and make sure I do that every five hours.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m useless?” he asked, his voice full of mock hurt.

“When all you do is give me a lay and write in books, then yes, you are useless,” she shot back, scowling at him.

“Hmph, if that’s all you see me as then maybe I should just make a break for Equestria?” He stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms over his chest.

Ember let out a barking laugh. “As if you could get out of the dragonlands.” She placed her gaze on his neck. “And besides, with that, you’d just be brought back to me, and then I’d have to punish you.”

“I’ve still got a boat moored somewhere,” he pointed out. “I could make a break for it while you're asleep. And if I stole or hid your sceptre then your mark wouldn’t do anything.”

She laughed. “I’d still be dragon lord. Besides, ponies can’t wield it.”

Beaker quirked a brow and reached out to touch the sceptre. As soon as he made contact, his hand recoiled from the sudden heat. He waved off the pain and turned away from her, grumbling about not being useless.

Ember frowned, pulling him close. “You know I’m just riling you up right?” she asked, petting his head. “You get so worked up.”

“Well maybe I don’t like thinking I’m useless to you.” He leaned back into her chest.

She purred, licking his neck. “You need to chilil.” She closed her wings around him, resting her head on top of his.

“I know.” He sighed and settled in her embrace. “Sorry, sometimes I just get this dumb thought in my head where you could do better than me.” He then looked up and gave her a sly look. “But we both know that’s not true.” She snorted, socking him in the arm. He laughed and kissed the tip of her snout before rubbing his arm.