Author's Notes:

This chap includes: T/F. T/G, impregnation and some bad dragons. And it was a reader request.

Garble strolled around the lavapools, ignoring the whispers he could barely catch. Ever since he had lost the chance to be Dragonlord because of that runt, Spike. As soon as he thought that name a frown worked its way onto his face. Every time he ran into the purple pansy, he somehow found a way to get humiliated.

“Stupid little pony lover!” Garble growled, kicking a rock. “Everything was fine until he showed his scales around here. Should’ve just stayed with his pansy pony pals!” The whispers stopped, but every dragon in the area made it a point not to look at him.

Snorting a plume of smoke, Garble’s thoughts turned to his parents. His father in particular had been furious that Garble had been constantly one upped by a hatchling that hadn’t even gone through his first molt yet.

“There’s gotta be a way to make that little runt pay...” Garble crossed his arms, diving into his thoughts. There had to be something; someway to repay all that humiliation… Beating Spike in Tail Wrestling or King of the Hoard wouldn’t be near enough. Besides, the little runt had proven that his small frame made him a natural at the latter. No, he needed something with drastic consequences. A way to leave a permanent reminder on the pony lover that Garble really was better than him.

“Come on think!” Raising his hand, he gave himself a good whack on the head; in the hopes of knocking something loose. Grumbling, he let his tail flick behind him in agitation. “Maybe Mom will know something? She loves history and junk like that.”

Deciding to drag his sorry hide home; he braced himself for his father’s disappointment. “Yeah well, I don’t live to make you proud...” he grumbled, glaring at the ground.

His parents’ cave was on the upper end of the canyon, a carving of a dragon breathing fire that his mother made marking the mouth of the cave. Walking inside, Garble eventually found a line of torches burning with orange flames that marked the paths to various parts of the home.

“Hey mom!!!” Garble called, following the path to the den. “I need your history junk!!”

He found his mother in the den, curled up around the family hoard and carving a stone aimlessly with her claws. Her coloring matched Garble’s and while she wasn’t the largest dragon in the Dragonlands, she certainly wasn’t a slouch either.

“Garble, why have you suddenly taken an interest in history?” the dragoness questioned, looking up from her carving to give her son a skeptical look. “I thought learning was for ponies.”

“Yeah well, I want to make that little pipsqueak pay and I can’t come up with anything!” he admitted, frowning up at her. “You gotta have something that can do it!”

Chuckling, she carefully picked Garble up and touched his snout with hers. “I might know of something that can help you, but I need to know more about what you’re trying to do. How exactly do you want to make him pay? I have to tell you, with how your father has taken it, a simple defeat won’t cut it.”

“Well uh...” Garble’s frown increased as he attempted to articulate his thoughts. “I want to show that little pony lover that I’m the better drake than he is!”

His mother nodded, looking up in thought. After a few moments, she looked down at him with a small smile. “I think I know something. The Ritual of Chud. It was started back when dragonesses were more rare and thus, birth rates were dangerously low. Two drakes enter into a trial by combat and the loser must become a dragoness and the mate to the victor.”

“Ha! That’s perfect!” Garble punched his fist, giving her a toothy grin. “I’ll put that runt in his place for sure!”

“Just be careful, this could backfire on you in a way that you can’t ever reverse,” his mother warned. “Are you prepared for the possibility of bearing this Spike’s eggs?” Her serious tone broke for a moment. “Though, I always did want a daughter...”

“Come on, Mom,” Garble started, waving her off. “There’s no way I’m gonna lose this! I’ve been in tons of fights and I doubt that pipsqueak has ever been in one without the backup of his pony pals.” His bravado gave way to confusion for a moment. “So uh… how exactly would he get turned into a dragoness exactly?”

“Magic of course,” she responded, petting his frills. “You’ll have to petition the dragonlord; she’ll oversee the ritual.”

Garble groaned, his disappointment causing him to ignore his mother babying him. “Well there goes that idea. Dragonlord Ember is friends with Spike; there’s no way she’d accept me challenging him.”

“She can’t deny a challenge, no matter who it’s from or against.” Placing him back on the ground; she gave him a gentle shove towards the door. “Now go, you must be confident and commanding when issuing your challenge.”

Garble flapped his wings and puffed his chest, turning to his mother before making his way out of the cave. “Are you kidding? I can be confident and commanding in my sleep! Trust me, Mom, the next time I come back to this cave, there’s gonna be a new member to our family! A pretty, purple one!” Laughing, he flew out of the cave as fast as he could.

The infernal itching of the Bloodstone Scepter’s summoning had returned in full force for Spike. It was just as bad as when Torch had called him to fight for the title of Dragonlord. The option of flying to Ember to answer the call was tempting, but Spike wasn’t quite confident that his new wings could make the trip.

Instead, he had borrowed a chariot from Celestia; who was more than willing to help out her dragon ambassador. “Why didn’t Ember just come see me? Why’s she gotta use that dang scepter?”

“Maybe it’s that special time of year for dragonesses and she wants you to lend a helping claw?” One of the guards pulling the chariot suggested, turning back to Spike with a grin.

Blushing, Spike looked away. “I don’t think I’d be all that great at that kinda thing. I don’t really know a lot about dragon biology.”

“Well, for a first timer it’s best to be up front about that sorta thing,” the other guard, a mare, suggested. “She’ll probably understand and take the lead. Who knows, maybe she likes being in charge of the bedroom?” she concluded cheekily.

Spike groaned, trying his best to shrink into his seat. He winced, hearing the pair sharing a hearty laugh. “Why me?” The feeling of the chariot connecting with the ground was a godsend, making him leap out. “Thanks for the ride! Safe trip back!” he hurried off, making his way to Ember’s den.

The den was well taken care of, various treasure piles arranged into a small circle that left plenty of room to walk around. What was surprising was that Ember wasn’t alone. Standing next to her was Garble wearing a grin like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.

Ember smiled, ignoring Garble’s presence. “It’s good to see you finally have your wings, Spike. I’d share a gemstone or two but...” She paused, thrusting a thumb at Garble. “Idiot over here has issued a challenge.”

“A challenge?” Spike asked, walking further into the cave to stand a few feet away from Ember. “What kind of challenge would Garble issue me?”

Garble opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced by a wing to the face. “The Ritual of Chud. Two drakes enter a trial of combat; the loser leaves combat as both a dragoness and the winner’s mate.”

Spike blanched, his mind shutting down for a split second. Putting his small claw into his ear, he attempted to clean it out. “I’m sorry, I must not have heard you right. What was that last part?”

“The loser becomes the winner’s mate,” Ember repeated, giving Garble a harsh glare. “It’s an old ritual, from when there were more drakes and few dragonesses. It’s been centuries since it was last invoked.”

“Okay, so what would happen if I said no bucking way?” Spike asked, putting his hands together and pointing them at Ember. “Just as a hypothetical.”

Ember’s face etched into a frown. “Then I would have to exile you from the dragonlands. No dragon would acknowledge your existence for at least three centuries.”

Sucking in a deep breath through his teeth, Spike scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, that’s what I was afraid you’d say. Guess I don’t have any real choice here.”

“No, you don’t.” Garble grinned, stepping into the circle. “I’ve been itching to put you in your place, runt.”

“So you’ve wanted this all along?” Spike retorted, doing his best to hide his nerves as he stepped into the ring. “There were simpler ways, Garble. Like asking me out for dinner.” He wiggled his brow while getting into a fighting stance that Rainbow Dash had taught him.

Ember stepped into the center of the circle, planting her scepter in the middle. “Neither of you may leave until one concedes. The loser will be transformed and the two of you will consummate your new relationship.”

“Uh, as in right here or in private?” Spike questioned, recoiling as he imagined Ember watching him have sex with a female Garble.

“It must be here,” Ember responded, stepping out of the circle. “If the winner cannot bring his new mate to release before he does, then he shall share her fate.”

“Wait what?!” Garble boomed, gaping at his leader. “So even if I win this fight I could still wind up a chick?!”

Ember grinned, crossing her arms. “It’s too late to back out now, idiot. You have to live with the consequences. Now.” Raising her hand, the scepter shot out two strings of energy; which wrapped around their tails. “Begin the trial!”

Growling, Garble charged at Spike and attempted to punch his opponent in the snout. Spike spun on his heel, deftly avoiding the strike and elbowed Garble in the back as the confused drake whizzed past him. A barrier flickered to life as Garble moved towards the edge, which he walked right into.

“Huh, would’ve thought you’d be better at this,” Spike commented, watching Garble peel himself off the barrier. “You are the one with the domination fetish after all,” he taunted, shooting the drake a grin.

“You are going down!” Garble roared, flaring his wings out. Garble stalked towards his opponent, deciding to be more cautious this time around. “I’m going to enjoy filling you with eggs.” Snapping forward, Garble grabbed Spike’s arm, tossing him into the barrier. Spike caught himself on the barrier, pushing off of it and swooping down with a flap of his wings to launch himself into Garble’s stomach.

“Like Tartarus I’m going to become your play thing!” Spike slammed his head into Garble’s gut, slipping away before he could retaliate. Following up, Spike whipped his tail into his opponent’s legs and knocked the red drake over. “You’re just a dumb meathead who takes his insecurities out on everyone else.”

“Don’t talk like you know me, pansy!” Garble seethed, kicking his leg right into Spike’s crotch before scrambling to his knees. “This wouldn’t be happening if you just stayed with those dumb ponies!”

Wincing, Spike stumbled backwards to keep himself out of Garble’s reach. “What is your problem?! You’re the exact reason Ember’s sending Smolder to Twilight’s school.” Drawing in a breath, he blew a gout of fire, using it to keep Garble distracted.

Garble let the flames wash over him, walking out to find Spike skirting along the edge of the ring. “Like I care about that school. Dragons should just do our own thing like we always have.” Moving forward, he swiped at Spike’s chest. “Just give up, I promised my mom I’d be bringing someone pretty home.”

“No thanks, kinda like being a guy,” Spike replied, grabbing Garble’s arm before he could retract it and twisted it behind the red drake’s back. “I intend on going back to Ponyville, you can stay here if you want.”

“Dumbass, that’s not how it works,” Garble spat, struggling to free himself. “Mates never live apart. This ritual would bond us for life. Hope you said goodbye to your pony friends.”

Spike growled, punching Garble in the small of his back. “Sorry, but it’s more like you’re going to need to get used to live around namby pamby ponies.” Spike punched him again, digging his fist in. “I know Rarity will want to make you as pretty as possible.”

Garble groaned, twirling them around and slamming Spike into the barrier. “Give. Up!” Garble slammed his back into the barrier again and again, smoke rising from his snout.

“No!” Spike boomed, letting go of Garble and dropping to the ground before the drake could slam them into the barrier again. Jumping to his feet again, Spike let loose a flurry of blows against Garble before he could get away from the barrier.

Garble winced, swiping a claw out at Spike. “That’s fine, I can put you in your place, pony lover.”

Spike, let the claw hit him, stepping up to Garble and elbowing him in the gut. “You should’ve just tried not being such a jerk.” Before Garble could reply, Spike delivered an uppercut to his opponent’s jaw.

Garble swayed, falling to his knees. “No way... I’m not going to lose to a runt...” Trying to stand, he was met with a kick to the gut.

“I’m not the runt you met at the migration anymore,” Spike told him, flames licking past his teeth. “Give up or I’m knocking you out.” He watched Garble for a moment, cracking his knuckles. “I’ll count to five, then I’m just going to punch you.”

Garble clenched his fists, Spike’s counting falling into the background of his perception. Somehow, the pony lover had put up more of a fight than he ever expected. With a roar, he launched himself at Spike, towering over the smaller drake.

Spike reacted quickly, jumping out of the way of the lunge and swatted Garble across the face with his tail. Jumping on Garble’s back, he managed to get him in an a full nelson. “You aren’t going to win, Garble.”

Garble tried to reply, only for a strangled string of nonsense to come out. Collapsing to his knees, he feebly tried to grab at Spike’s head. Leaning his head back away from Garble’s grasp, Spike increased the pressure on Garble’s neck.

A sense of pride filled him as Garble’s struggles weakened. “I guess we’ll be saying goodbye to Garble, and hello to Ramble.”

Spike let go of Garble and the red drake collapsed to an unconscious heap. Ember nodded, slamming her scepter to the ground to let the barrier dissipate. “Congratulations, Spike, that was a hard fought battle. Garble will be changed now and you may claim your mate once she is awake.”

“Right, still gotta do that...” Stepping out of the circle, Spike kept his eyes on Garble. “How does that happen, exactly?”

“Observe,” Ember replied, pointing her staff at the energy ring around Garble’s tail. The ring turned pink, the light spreading around his body.

A moan escaped Garble’s lips, his body altering. The first thing to change was his hips, flaring out while his waist pinched in on itself. The light spread to his legs, turning them shapely and making the scales on them shinier than they had been only moments before. His moans increased as muscle melted away, a few inches shaving itself off his height. The mass redistributed itself, his chest pushing him off the ground. His face was the last thing to change, his teeth correcting themselves and sitting comfortably in his muzzle while his features softened to the point where Spike would call him unbelievably pretty.

“Damn, she looks, looks amazing...” Spike stared for a moment before a stirring in his loins snapped him back to attention. “E-hheh...” he turned away, covering his crotch.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Ember told him, offering him a smile. “You fought hard for her, it’s only natural that you’d find your mate attractive.”

“That doesn’t make it any less embarrassing...” Spike muttered, still hiding his growing erection. “So... if I don’t want to end up a girl too, I have to get her off first?”

Ember nodded, settling her gaze on the dragoness now dubbed Ramble. “Exactly. This part should be much easier. Given Garble’s usual attitude, I doubt she’s a generous lover.” Stepping forward, she prodded Ramble’s back with her staff. “Wake up, lazy scales.”

Groaning, Ramble rolled onto her back, her eyes slowly fluttering open. “Ugh, what happened?” she asked groggily, her eyes snapping wide open at the side of her own voice. What had once been gruff and obnoxious was now clear and lyrical. Spike couldn't help but imagine what it would sound like moaning his name out. This line of thinking didn’t help his burgeoning erection.

“You lost,” Ember informed, poking at her large chest. “Drakehood has forever been stripped from you.”

“No!” Ramble boomed, spewing out a gout of flame. “I demand a rematch! There’s no way I lost to the pony lover!”

“Well you did, you lost and are now his mate.” Ember snorted, pushing Spike back into the circle. “Now, the two of you must finish the ritual.”

Taking a deep breath, Spike approached Ramble and knelt down beside her. “Look, if we’re going to be mates now, the least we can do is try to get along.” Taking a chance, he rested a claw on her cheek. “Do we really want to spend our lives arguing and hating each other?”

Ramble frowned, slapping Spike’s hand away. “Whatever, you’re still a runt.”

Spike sighed, pinching his brow. “Garble, I’m trying to be nice here. I don’t want to be banished from here and I don’t think you do either. So, we’ve got to do this. What I’m saying is that we should try to make it work.”

“Suck it up and get it over with,” Ember chided, tapping her scepter on the ground. “We all have places to be today.”

“Kinda hard to please a dragoness if she hates you,” Spike retorted, keeping his eyes on Ramble. “Try to bear with me here, Ember.”

“You’re the drake, get rough. Show her who's in charge.” Ember leaned on her staff, watching the pair intently.

“That’d be sexual assault, Ember,” Spike said, looking over his shoulder. “Really don’t want to commit a crime today.” Locking his eyes on Ramble again, he continued. “Do we really want to be stuck in this cave forever?”

“Ugh, just get this over with,” Ramble grumbled, lookin back up to Spike. “I can worry about what to do about this once I see my mom.” She laid back, spreading her legs for him.

Seeing her offering herself like that triggered something in Spike’s mind. Licking his lips, he climbed on top of her, letting his claws rove over her body while he leaned his head into the crook of her neck and bit down gently.

Ramble gasped, feeling his fangs dig into her scales. She squirmed under him, feeling her body heat up. “W-wel!? Hurry up!”

“Quiet,” Spike growled, reaching under her and squeezing her ass. “I’m trying to enjoy this.” Smirking, he nibbled her neck again to get another gasp out of her. “Sounds like you’re enjoying it too~”

A moan found its way out of Ramble’s throat, he cheek scales darkening. “I-I am not! It’s just this stupid body!”

“Whatever you say, Ramble,” Spike dismissed, letting his claw trail up and squeezing her breasts. “We’ll see about that.” Moving his hips, he rubbed his dick against the folds of her pussy. “Are you ready?”

Ramble bit her lip, trying to keep more moans from escaping her lips. Her tail betrayed her, wrapping itself around Spike’s waist. “J-just get this over with,” she replied, the heat in her body increasing.

Spike thrust in, a deep rumbling filling his chest. “So tight~ Feels so good~” Leaning down, he bit and licked his new mate’s neck while pressing deeper inside her. A sense of rightness bloomed in his chest, like he was meant to be filling this dragoness with his seed and hatchlings all along. “We’re gonna make a perfect clutch of eggs...”

Ramble panted, her wings twitching on her back. She shifted her hips as Spike bottomed out inside her, the drake spreading her insides in a way that a part of her would admit felt incredible. “Damn... that’s pretty big...”

“Glad you like it,” Spike said, pulling out halfway before thrusting back inside. “Because this is the only dick going in you from now on.” He picked up the pace, his hands moving over her breasts. “Mm... they’re so big.”

“M-maybe it’s because my muscles were so big?” Ramble offered, no longer able to hide her moans as Spike tweaked her nipples. “I-I was a strong male...”

“You were,” Spike granted, leaning down to flick his tongue against her nipple. “But now you’re my mate.” He took the nub into his mouth, sucking on it.

Ramble let out a drawn out moan, her arms wrapping around Spike’s back. Without thinking, her claws rubbed along his back, noting that his shoulders were broader than she had thought. “From here, you’re not so much of a runt.”

Spike popped the nipple out of his mouth, moving his head so they were face to face. “And from right here, you don’t look so much like a jerk and more like a sexy dragoness.” Leaning down, he licked her cheek. “We’re gonna fill that castle with a hoard of dragons.”

Groaning, Ramble closed her eyes. Her mind drifted off, imagining herself curled up protectively around a clutch of red and purple eggs while Spike rubbed her stomach in anticipation of the next one. She shuddered at the thought, the idea appealing to some primal part of her. “I like that idea...”

Spike grinned, getting in close until their lips were only a hair’s breadth apart. “That’s what I like to hear. I think you and I can actually be a proper couple with that attitude.” Closing the gap, he captured her lips in a gentle but passionate kiss.

Ramble melted into the kiss, closing her eyes. She couldn’t believe it; how easily she was accepting this. All of her rage towards Spike melted away, replaced by something far different. She couldn’t quite place it, or maybe she didn’t want to place it. Either way, she moved her hips into his thrusts, moaning wantonly.

Spike had to take a moment to remind himself who the dragoness beneath him used to be. The drake that had threatened his friends and had wasted no opportunity to torment him every time they met was now writhing in pleasure beneath him. Some instinctive side of him told him that was how it should be. Ramble had been weaker and was now Spike’s to command. Snorting a puff of smoke, he nipped at Ramble’s ear fin, tugging on it.

“Ah!” Ramble groaned, her inner walls clenching around Spike’s length for a brief moment. “I like how your teeth feel on me,” she admitted, tightening her grip on him with her legs. She dug her claws across his back, wrenching a few loose scales from their position.

Taking the hint, Spike continued to nibble her ears and neck, lingering on one target for a while before switching to the next. He picked up the speeds of his thrusts, the sounds of their hips colliding echoing along the cave walls. “That’s right, you’re mine to play with.” A thrill danced along his spine, feeding his pleasure.

Ramble couldn’t argue with that, instead opting to raise her head up to give him better access to her neck. There was a brief flicker of resistance; a faint part of her reminded her that this was supposed to be the other way around, but it died quickly as her mate’s dick rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot of her inner walls.

Spike continued to growl as he lost himself to his base instincts. All his hangups about having sex in front of someone were gone. If anything, a side of him enjoyed Ember watching. It was a chance to show off his virility to another lovely dragoness. A proud rumble echoed from his throat, smoke puffing from his nose. A familiar pull at the base of his member signalled his impending orgasm, causing him to sacrifice some of the speed in his thrusts for power. A smirk wormed its way to his face as Ramble’s breasts collided against one another repeatedly, sending the pair moving in a perverse rotation.

“I’m about to cum,” he announced, leaning down to nip her ear. “Ready for our first clutch?”

Ramble nodded her head quickly, little more than a moaning mass of scales. Tilting his head back to roar, Spike let out a jet of flame as the first shot of cum erupted from his dick. Electricity went down his spine, a sense of satisfaction filling him that dwarfed anything else he’d ever experienced. That satisfaction turned to abject horror when he realized his mistake.

He pulled out quickly, a torrent of white escaping Ramble’s gaped lips. Gulping, he couldn’t help but notice that his fluids were the only ones he could see. His fate was sealed, as a bolt of red energy slammed into his back.

Groaning, Spike collapsed to the ground and screwed his eyes shut as he felt his body begin its changes. There was an unearthly itch in his torso, the lean muscles he had worked hard to build up with the help of Dash reshaped themselves to become more slender and feminine. The feeling settled on his chest, causing him to scratch at his pecks as they ballooned out into a fairly hefty set of breasts. If he wasn’t preoccupied with his discomfort, he would’ve been horrified.
Ember sighed, looking down at Spike in pity. “This is why this stupid ritual shouldn’t be issued to virgins.”

Spike blinked, realizing that the itching was finally gone. Slowly, he looked down at himself, only to be greeted by the body of a dragoness. He opened his mouth to scream, only for no sound to come out at all. Even through the shock, his mind took in every detail about his new body. His breasts were sizeable, though they were a good bit smaller than Ramble’s. His hips and ass on the other hand were a larger than the red dragoness’s, making him a perfect specimen for laying eggs. He felt at his face, the soft features of an unreal beauty greeting his searching claws. It was true, he had really become a female.

“Well... there goes the second clutch,” Ramble spoke, giving him a weak smile. “We’ll just have to make do with the first one.”

Spike broke out of his stupor, turning to Ramble in a panic. “That’s a pretty big understatement! Look at me!” He hefted his breasts, shuddering from the sudden stimulus for a split second. “This is insane! How am I supposed to explain this to my friends?!”

Ramble rubbed her neck, pulling the new dragoness close. “I guess we’ll just have to tell them the truth.”

“There is one small problem here,” Ember started, interrupting the moment just as Spike shakily returned the embrace. “Since the two of you are dragonesses now, males are free to claim you.”

“And how do we fix that?” Spike asked, not liking the idea of being turned into someone else's property.

“I wish I could just reverse the magic,” Ember said with a sigh, shaking her head. “But I can’t.” Taking a deep breath, she grabbed Spike’s arm and dragged him into the circle. “However, I can do one thing. Spike, I challenge you to the Ritual of Chud.” Slamming her staff to the ground, a ring of energy appearing on her and Spike’s tails.

“W-wait what?!” Spike shouted, scrambling to his feet. “How the tartarus does that work!?”

“While the ritual was intended for drakes, there’s no rule against a dragoness making a challenge. Of course, since you’ve lost once already even if you lose you remain a dragoness. But, if you get me to concede, you get a drake that won’t treat you like garbage.”

Spike nodded his head, noting how different his body felt. “That’s better than nothing, I guess.”

“Good, now hit me,” Ember demanded, holding her arms out to show she wouldn’t resist.

Starting at her for a moment, Spike drew his arm back and socked Ember has hard as he could in the face. “Just don’t get mad at me later.”

“Gah, you dumbass!” Ember roared, holding her snout. “I didn’t need you to hit me that hard! I just needed you to make contact so I could give up. I give up by the way.”

“Oh well, you should have said that.” Spike crossed his arms, quickly returning them to his sides after just a moment. “It’s my fault you weren’t specific?!”

Ember sucked in a deep breath through her nostrils. After a moment, she smirked, the energy around her tail getting brighter. She approached Spike and ran a hand along his cheek. “You know what, I can always pay you back later.” Leaning in towards his ear she whispered. “I’m gonna give you a clutch of your own.”

“I uh...” Spike blushed, a strange thrill passing through him at the idea. “I-I don’t know about that...”

“That blush tells a different story,” Ember pressed, running a claw through Spike’s now extended spines on the top of his head. He hadn’t noticed before but they had lengthened to the point of resembling hair. “I bet you can’t wait to swell up with fertilized eggs,” she teased, her torso becoming slightly broader.

Spike laughed nervously, taking a step back. “J-just hold on, Ember. L-Let’s talk about this...” He gulped, feeling his blood rushing through his body.

“We have all the time in the world to talk,” Ember replied her voice deepening a little. She stalked towards him, a confident smile on her face. “We’re mates for life after all.”

Bumping into the cave wall, Spike couldn’t tear his eyes away from her changing body. “R-right...” he nodded, feeling a lump forming in his throat.

Getting in close, Ember took Spike’s claws and put them on her forming pecs. “Care to get acquainted with the new me? You’re gonna be feeling this for quite a while.” She purred, starting to gain height. “Come on now, don’t deny it.”

“I-I mean, you’ve always been hot,” Spike admitted, his claws running over her chest without thinking. “I guess you’re just becoming a different kind of hot.” Clamming up, he realized what he had just said.

Ember moved her hand down, tracing circles over his abdomen. “Just picture it; turning that castle into the perfect nest, hatchlings chewing on the walls. Tell me that doesn’t excite you,” she dared, coughing as her voice deepened further.

Spike couldn’t help but giggle, imagining Twilight scream in frustration as his hatchlings tried to literally eat them out of a home. The fantasy moved on to include himself surrounded by Ramble and Ember, the three of them holding one another as they recuperated after a long day of parenting. “T-that does sound pretty good...” he admitted more than a little shyly.

“Think you can get used to being a dragoness?” Ember questioned, placing one of her claws on his hips and rubbing it gently. “It’s not that bad really.”

“I don’t have much of a choice really,” Spike relented, looking up at Ember with a weak smile. “You said that there’s no way for me to go back to being a guy.” It was now that he noted she was a good head taller than him now. “But, I guess you’re making up for that.”

“Very true,” she agreed, giving his hip a squeeze as her face settled into its new shape. The change was rather dramatic, Ember’s beauty replaced with rugged handsomeness.

Spike bit his lip, his body heating up while he took the new drake in. A need started to build in his loins, his blood starting to heat up. “Geez, you look good no matter what...”

“I could say the same about you,” Ember replied leaning in close to give Spike’s neck a quick nip. “You make for a pretty good looking dragoness. I’m having a hard time not pinning you to this wall and claiming you like an old school dragon.”

Shuddering at her nip, he leaned into her broad form. “I’m glad... that doesn’t fit you at all...”

Ember chuckled, gently taking Spike’s hand and placing it on her crotch. “You make a good point. But we do have a ritual to complete after all.” Licking Spike’s head, she let go of his hand. “We should get started.”

Taking a deep breath, Spike ran a claw along Ember’s genital slit and pressed his body close to her’s in an attempt to coax an erection out of her. He ground his chest against her, trying to fantasize so he could get himself in the mood. It was terrifyingly easy for the fantasies to spring to mind, most of them involving Ember having her way with him.

He bit his lip, letting his thoughts run wild while Ember’s dick started to show itself. After a few moments, it stood in all its glory, leaving Spike slightly intimidated by the girth of it. “Bigger than mine was...” he muttered, a bit of envy piercing through the lust.

“Yours was plenty big,” Ember assured, giving Spike’s ass a squeeze. “No need for jealousy, Barb.”

“Barb?” Spike asked, wriggling his hips a little. “I like the sound of Barb...”

“Good,” Ember cooed, nipping Barb’s neck. “You’re embracing being a dragoness.” Ember shifted her hips, angling herself to push up into Barb. “Are you ready?”

Barb nodded, her heart racing. “Do it. I want to try this.” She gasped, her claws digging into Ember’s back as Ember thrust in. “Oh Faust!” she cried, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“Mmm,” a rumble emanated from Ember’s throat, inching herself into the virgin dragoness. “Nice and tight. How are you feeling?” she questioned, halting her progress.

“G-good~” Barb assured, nuzzling her neck. “Don’t stop on my account.” She pressed her chest into Ember’s, matching her lover’s rumble.

“You got it,” Ember replied, pushing back up into Barb and helping herself to squeezing the dragoness’s scaly ass. “Nice and plump, looks good on you.”

Groaning, Barb lost herself in the alien sensations for a moment. Only when Ember gave her ass a quick spank did she realize that something had been said. “I-I always did have to try hard to keep my baby fat from coming back. Now it can just settle into sexy places.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get a steady diet of gems.” Licking Barb’s neck, she gave it a bite, marking her. “Now every dragon will know whose mate you are.”

Barb’s tongue lolled from her mouth, the sensation of her lover’s teeth on her scales sending a shiver down her spine. Minutes ago she had been the one doing the dominating, having her way with the lovely Ramble. But she found that being on the receiving end of that treatment carried a thrill all its own. Maybe it was a side effect of the ritual, or perhaps she had always had a thing for finding a drake to mark her as his? Neither possibility mattered much to Barb as she let her claws explore Ember’s newfound physique, dislodging damaged scales as she went.

“Mmmm, just like that,” Ember encouraged, moving his head down to lick at Barb’s breasts. “These are the perfect size, they fit right into my hand.” To emphasize his point, he brought his hands up, fondling her.

Barb cooed emphatically, squirming under Ember’s expert groping. To show her appreciation, she stroked his biceps gently, letting her claws find loose scales and picking them off. “I’m starting to see the appeal,” she informed, gasping as Ember’s cock bottomed out inside her. Her wings twitched on her back, Ember’s girth stretching her in an all too pleasant way.

Ember purred, picking up the pace. “Who do you belong to, Barb? Who pleases you like the slutty little dragon you are?”

“You do, Ash,” Barb cooed, holding onto her drake for dear life as he pistoned his hips into her. The foreign sensations were threatening to overwhelm her mind so she had to find the bases of his wings and stroke them to keep some semblance of focus intact. “You please me.”

Ash purred in approval, his wings flaring out. “That’s right, I’ll please you every night, until you’re a purring mess of scales.” Pinning her down, Ash rammed into her, filling the cave with the sounds of colliding bodies.

“Ahhn!” Barb cried, her eyes screwing shut in pleasure. “Yes! I want that so much! I want to please you with Ramble’s help every single night! Please Ash, go harder!” She dragged her claws down his back, her tail intertwining with her mate’s. “Fill me with a clutch!!”

“That’s what I want to hear!” Ash boomed, a wild grin on his face as he moved his hips in a blue blur. “Say it again! Who’s the only drake that will breed your needy cunt?!”

“You!” Barb shouted, her rational mind overwhelmed by primal satisfaction. “I belong to Ash!!!” She threw her head back, her body locked in a wave of orgasm.

Ash threw his head back to roar, Barb’s clenching pussy sending him over the tipping point as he climaxed in perfect harmony with her. A deep rumble escaped his chest, the afterglows of pleasure flowing through him. Rolling over, he allowed Barb to lay on him. “That was perfect don’t you think?”

Barb’s answer was to lean in and capture Ash’s lips in a quick kiss, her tail swishing lazily behind her. “Much better than I would’ve thought. I can’t believe how much I loved you dominating me like that.”

Ash rubbed Barb’s back, licking her cheek. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Why don’t you get some rest? We’ll discuss our living situation later.”

Barb nodded, motioning Ramble over while she rested her head on her mate’s chest. “Yeah, you being my mate and the dragonlord kinda changes things,” she said, yawning while Ramble settled in at Ash’s side.

“Don’t forget about me,” Ramble said, sounding a little jealous. “You can’t give Barb all your attention.”

Ash chuckled, putting an arm around Ramble. “Don’t you worry, I don’t plan on neglecting you.” Leaning down, he nipped her neck and left a mark to claim her. “Just don’t want to push out the load inside you and get rid of your last reminder of Spike.”

Ramble blushed, putting a hand on her belly. “Do you think we’ll have a clutch?”

“If memory serves, part of the ritual was to make the ones transformed by its effects extremely fertile and primed to seed eggs in the first few hours after the battle. If that’s true, then you and Barb might just be mothers,” Ash explained, looking between the pair. A moment later, he growled in anticipation. “I imagine you both would look incredible swelled up with fertilized eggs.”

The pair giggled, snuggling into his sides. “Won’t Twilight be surprised?” Barb asked, resting her head on the crook of Ash’s neck. “The family’s gonna get a whole lot bigger...” her sentence trailed off into a yawn, soon replaced by snoring.

Barb sighed in relief as she slipped into one of the lavapools. It had been a few months since her transformation and her stomach had swelled up with several eggs. She couldn’t tell how many exactly, but she had a feeling that there would be quite a few little hatchlings for her to keep up with. Due to Ash’s responsibilities as Dragonlord, she had opted to move to the Dragonlands. It had been quite a tearfilled send off with Twilight, but the pair had come to an understanding.

Barb had made another change besides her enlarged gut. While she had been feeling a little adventurous, she’d had her nipples pierced, a pair of thin bars capped with tiny fire rubies caught the attention of every dragon she passed. The rubies themselves were small fragments from Ash’s scepter; as it was customary for the Dragonlord’s mates to wear a piece of the jewel.

Ramble had opted to wear her fragments on her ear frills. A smile wormed its way onto her face as she thought of her fellow dragoness. Ever since their transformation, the pair had been thick as thieves.

“Thinking about something?” Ramble’s voice cut in, the lava rippling as she slipped in beside Barb. Much like her mate, her belly was swollen with eggs. “I hope it’s about me.”

Barb looped an arm around Ramble, pulling the dragoness into a quick, tongue filled kiss. “As a matter of fact, I was just thinking about you,” Barb informed as she pulled her lips away from the red dragoness. “I was thinking about how well we’ve gotten along since becoming ladies.”

“We just happen to have a lot more in common.” Ramble put her arm around Barb, licking the top of her head. “How is the belly treating you today? Still think you’ll last longer than me?”

Barb hummed in thought, rubbing her stomach idly. “Still feel like there’s heavy rocks in my gut, but I’ve gotten used to that. And yeah, still think you’ll lay before me. What about you? How’s my clutch holding up?”

“No problems here.” Ramble gave her belly a hearty pat, tenderly rubbing it. “My mom’s excited, can’t wait to see the hatchlings.”

Smiling, Barb leaned against her mate. “I like your mom, she’s pretty nice. I think we should let her babysit so Ash and us can still go out and have fun.”

A mischievous giggle left Ramble’s snout. “Now that’s a smart idea. They can eat up all my dad’s gems. That’d be what he’d get too.”

Barb giggled, getting comfortable against Ramble’s side. The two fell into pleasant chatter, discussing their respective clutches. The topics were mundane, genders, coloration and even potential quirks inherited from their parents.