The Dragon Lord's Consort: Dragon Tails

by Little_Draco

First published 23rd of June, 2016

The wild side and unbounded stories of The Dragon Lord's Consort. Will you tread through these Dragon Tails?

These are side stories to The Dragon Lord's Consort. Explore the wild side of dragons, whether they are by themselves, with each others, or even cross species. Spike's world is getting bigger and his story is just starting but, these are the adventures and exploits that cannot be read in his normal adventure.

So the saying goes: 'whatever happens, tread carefully beneath a dragon's tail.'
Any new chapter will have the fetishes typed in the chapter to showcase what will partake. Cover art is temporary to match the story.

Internal Conflict

Author's Notes:

I am so sorry for the delay on Dragon Lord's Consort, but i had recently lost my job and didn't want to get distracted writing stories while I am looking for another one. I may be like this for another two weeks before I get back on my feet, so once again, i do apologize.
Now as for this, I have been getting PMs saying why add the sex tag to the story and to be fair, Dragon's Consort was to be a clopfic but i wanted to get off on a good start so for now, I had it teen rated and i quickly changed the story to a normal tone but with explicit events happening offsite. Yes there would be adult jokes there but it would be kept minimal.
Now, these are only going to appear once every 4 to 5 stories in Dragon's Consort. Whether it would be something small or something that was written to the side, you will find it here. I may even do non-cannons for the sake of clop. But for now, this will follow the main story line unless otherwise stated. Each chapter before they start will show what kind of fetishes, types of clops will be on it. Suggestions are always helpful!
Expect no edit on the first chapter! Along with that, the title has a double meaning!

The Dragon Lord's Consort: Dragon Tales

The Internal Conflict

Contains: (F/Solo, Tail Sex, First time, Pre-heat, and implied Incest)

Being dragon lord meant lots of things and then it meant little things. It could mean to have the biggest hoard, have total control over all dragons, have your own body guards and even demand something of it and it would be given to you.

The little things meant that she could enjoy a private chamber of her own with her own magma pool. Along with it came a small fountain where somewhat clean drinking water was available to her, a small amount of hunted meat was stored in between salted rocks and fish. A variety of stolen but soft pony pillows(before her time as Dragon Lord) to lie on. Lastly, she could choose to hang out with or be around any dragon she wanted and not have to worry about them trying to hit your or take your things. If they tried, it would end very badly.

So why is it though that the greatest and simplistic of things that come with as being Dragon Lord, was not being able to satisfy yourself a big deal? To say that you have everything then nothing at all was the biggest and most annoying saying when it is true.

Ember had a problem and it was difficult to rid of, though not as big as a problem as many others. She was bothered, more than that, she was in heat and the fact that she was trying to steer clear or keep her mind occupied from it, made the situation worse.

Being one of the youngest dragons around, she was approaching the age of Egg baring hips and one of her first heats. She wasn't quite there yet this being a sorta pre-heat to her actual heat coming months, nor was she looking forward to it. At this point, she wouldn't mind having any male… no not any male, because that would apply to Garble, which she wouldn't dare think about. No, but she could get rutted by a male and not worry about getting Egg-Heavy… at least, that was the hope.

Sometimes, the trick of the body is not knowing which it true or not…

So, here she was, in her mass chamber, pacing herself on what to do with her time. She didn't want to relief herself for that required finding something she has no experience with. Having spent most of her life living with her father, she had more or less spent time trying to prove herself to him. Anything she tried to do when it came to her first couple of heats, she had a distraction. A challenge to conquer, an enemy to fight, a hunt to go find.

And yet, there in all lies the problem of being dragon lord. She could have whatever she wanted handed to her. If she tries to fight a dragon, they would cower away or let her win without the challenge. Even if she ordered them to fight her, the fact that she was dragon lord made it more difficult. She can't create a challenge for herself for she knew what the challenge my hold and having more food available to her, ready or not, meant so little hunts to do.

She shuddered as a chill went down her spine. She could feel her cloaca parting and moisture slowly falling through her scales. She shook her head, trying to get the feeling or even thoughts out of her head. She dug her claws into her palms and held shaky breaths to herself.

A distraction was all that she needed, anything! A dip in the lava pool would make it worse, so maybe a dip in a lake or by the ocean might help. But… where? Yes, she had the fountain but it wasn't very much. Any lake nearby where contaminated by the dry land around it. The ocean had creatures around and even if just going in the shallow end, who knows what might be lurking around.

She growled to herself, trying to really think but this 'pre-heat' felt more like an actual heat and it was greatly throbbing within her belly. Releasing a heavy and shaky sigh, her body shuddered as more of her nectar dripped from between her lips. The stench of heat lingered the area and despite it being a big cavern, she felt like the entire area had filled with her odor.

A single claw slowly traveled down her body, running the tip of it down her gut where she slowly etched closer and closer to her quivering scales. Just getting near it made her fluids run down her legs, causing tingles and shivers to run up her spine. Her claw touch the upper part of her opening, slowly passing the top, just teasing herself. She dared not go any further, she dared not think about what would happen if…

“Ember! Are you there!” a booming voice spoke.

She jolted out of her delusion and sighed angrily. With a snort, she inhaled before turning towards the entrance.

“Yes father! I'm here! And will you call me by my actual name!”

There was a large snort and a head popped its way unto the entrance of the cave.

“Don't get snippy with me hatchling! You maybe Dragon Lord but you are still my daughter!” His grin was just as big as his head, metaphorically speaking.

“And don't call me hatching! I am a dragoness! Not a hatchling!”

His grin remained.

“I am aware of that, my daughter. The smell of heat fills this cave with your blossoming to adulthood!”

Her cheeks flushed and she felt flustered. He let out a chuckle and he laid his giant head onto the ground. This time, his voice was gentle… if that was even possible.

“Have you relieved yourself then yet?”

“...” she tried to respond but she shook her head. “No father, I have not. I cannot! This is my pre-heat but it feels just like an actual one!”

A large inhale, a normal inhale for him, and he released it, gently blowing a hot breeze to her.

“You have yet to seek a mate to satisfy you?”

“I will not seek a random male to rut me! Can you imagine how the dragons would look at me if they saw me with a random male and mating?”

Her father moved his head a bit up and down; a shrug.

“Then a female then!”

“...” Once again she was left stumped and she shook her head. Her father was odd… more so today.

He gave a small chuckle.

“What? You believe that your satisfaction can be relieved only by males?”

“...yes?” she paused. “No… I don't know!” she fumed, a small burst of smoke leaving her mouth. “What could would a female do that a male can't?”

“You have yet to relieve yourself so I am sure you would be surprised.”

She gave him a stink eye.

“And… you are fine with me with another female?”

Another shrug.

“You are the Dragon Lord. You may do as you please. I being the former Dragon Lord, can only give you advice from my experiences and my past.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And I am sure mother would approve that you are telling me to rut anydrake just to relieve myself?”

“Would you prefer if I do? You know, for old times sake. Just like I used to help clean you when you were a hatchling.”

She growled.

“Once again father, I AM NOT A HATCHLING! I can take care of myself!”

He growled with his grin.

“I can see that!” His eyes flashing towards her legs before responding. “Then prove it, Dragon Lord! Relief yourself within the next few minutes and see if you don't need another! I'll return soon enough!” With that, the giant head exited the cave and soon she was left alone.

She fumed again as soon as he left but not before sighing as she once again felt that burning need rush through her legs. She realized that she had been dripping in front of her father this entire time and her body yearned for release! With a growl, she reached her claws down to between her legs were she rushed them in right on her opening.

She gasped, a sharp jolt running up her body as her claws made contact with her opening. The heat from between her legs was a warmth unlike any other. Feeling the heat, her legs shook, no longer having the energy nor the capability to hold herself up. She look around the cave for a place to relieve herself. Spotting her luxury pillows towards the corners, she walked over there, on shaky legs as she left behind a trail of fluids on the cave floor. Each step had her scales rubbing against one another, her cloaca opening and closing with every moment. Her eyes heavy as she approached her sanctum, her mouth inhaled and exhaling as she moved closer and closer. With a big flap, she landed on top of the pillows, nearly sinking all the way through the mountain top of pillows. She let out a loud groan as a few pillows touched her spread lips, the edges or the stitching rubbing between or outside of her lips. She moved her hips, up and down on the pillows, trying to get that feeling once more, but not able to. Shifting around a bit, she brought her claws once more to her lips and slowly rubbed her claw against her flesh. She was gentle, the tip of the claw tracing the outer line of her lips, gently scratching the itch that occupied the outer edge of her hole. A pass was all it took for more of her juices to flow out of her body, landing on the pillows before her. Her moans were anything but quiet and her body moved in tone with her claws.

Deciding that she had enough teasing, she slowly brought her claw to her opening, slowly sticking a single claw digit in her before releasing a cry as she finally entered her own body. The squishing sound as she sank her claw deeper into her body made it all the more lewd, bring her to a moaning mess. Feeling that her single claw wasn't enough, she sank in another one. Two occupied her hole now and she slowly began retracting them, gently but putting minor pressure on her inner walls, moaning as she brought them out before pushing them back in. Her body finally getting its release began to move with her. Her claws hitting her inner depths, sliding the claws on the walls before them almost out before shoving them back in, was the entire process. She was a heaping mess as her body moved to match her own thrust, her own tail twitched to and fro as she continued her ministrations on her body.

She growled when her claws couldn't get any deeper, as least, not without harming herself. Releasing that her heat lied within her core, she brought her tail down to her body. Knowing that it might be bigger going towards the base, she would have to at least get the tip and a little bit after inside of her. Grabbing it, she rubbed her own tail along the opening, teasing herself and whimpering as she rubbed the tip of it with her juices so it could slide right. She rubbed it all around, trying to get much lubrication around it and hoping that it would be deep enough to touch her core.

However, just as she was about to, she saw her claws and tail covered in her fluids. The drips that fell from them, back down to her own body made her curious, more so then before. Would it be disgusting to try one's own fluids? Or would it be something… different?”

At this point, she was willing to see how well she could understand and work her body. Leaning both her head and claw towards each other, her tongue stuck out of her mouth and gave a single lap of her own nectar.

“Sweet...” she said softly. “Sweet and salty.” She inhaled deeply, quickly and greedily lapping at her claws, trying to get much of her own liquid back into her body. Oh, if any other dragon could see their Dragon Lord know!

She had enough stalling now. With another growl, she grabbed her soaked tail and rammed into her sopping went lips, letting out a silent cry of ecstasy and pain as she had managed to reach her core in a single stroke.

Slowly bringing her tail out, she whimpered as each scale and edge of her tail rubbed all around her walls. She only managed to get the tip and a few inches in her, but that was all she really needed in her. With just leaving the tip right outside, she watched her own fluids drip from her tail back onto her opening, before slowly pushing it in and repeating the process.

Never has she felt so much joy in her body. The closest would be the time she flew high into the clouds and felt the heat of the sun and the cold of the air surrounding her. This was above that, maybe more. She felt the tip of her tip, touching her inner womb, giving the tip a wiggle to rub it and making her cry out more as she was achieving a total high.

Her body made it known that soon, she would achieve climax. She wanted it, more than anything but she felt that it must be grand, that she would have to think of something. Then she began to slowly bring it in and out of her body while she thought that it was some drake tending to her. A male of grand stature, one that would shower her with more than just jewels. She would be showered with love and praise!

Her thrusting increased, her fluids became a river onto the pillows and her claws tore through them. She wanted to feel it all! She wanted to feel his claws, holding her, bring them around her body as he would thrust himself in her. He would reach her core, burying his length deep within her body, all the while he would whisper, careless, wordless nonsense of how she was the most beautiful thing in the world. How he would care not for her title, care not just for her body, but her mind and soul.

His claws digging into her hide, trying to get every inch of his body into her, make sure that along with his approaching climax, that she would reach hers as well. She was so close! She was almost there! His mouth would latch onto her neck, his teeth would bare deeply onto his, sinking until she bled, marking him as hers! She would cry out to the heavens as his mouth would carry her blood, as he would protect her, care for her, mate her and much more.

He was tall, he was green and purple, he was…

“SPIKE!” she cried out as sunk her tail deep within her body, finally triggering her climax and making her roar out as release finally was achieved. Wave of wave of fluid gushed between the spaces from her tail and her opening as it splashed the pillows around her legs. Her body would jerk at each squirt that did managed to leave her body, at each release and at each gush, she let out a weak cry. Her eyes were heavy, her body felt weak but somewhat less heated and she had never felt so much satisfaction in her life. She just lied there for a few minutes, waiting to catch her breath and letting her body rest. As she pulled out her tail, a moan left her as fluids ran down like a river from her opening, dripping of or matting the luxuries pillows.

She tried to pull herself out of the pillows but felt really weak now. This being her first orgasm, she really wasn't used to the sudden drain in her body. She felt… content, the world might be spinning and her mind was lost in but she felt revealed and knew that maybe it might not be so bad.

What ruined the moment for her was that first, she spoke out Spike's name as she climaxed. Did she really cry out for a baby dragon for her satisfaction? Or was it because he was the only dragon she knew of? No, she knew of others… but not like him and no other come close to him. Still, he was a baby… no he was more mature than that, she thought. He maybe be young, judging by the amount of fins on his spine, he was maybe a few years younger than her.

Yet, she could already imagine him older, stronger, more her size then. But why him? Why him out of all the dragons did she think of him? Was it because he was nice to her? That he gave up the Bloodstone Scepter for her? They had only known each other for a few hours yet, he trusted her with that amount of power. To do what was right and to make it better for pony and dragon kin to co-exist.

She was rattled out of her thoughts with the booming voice of her father re-entering the cave.

“Ember! Have you managed to sedate yourself or will your father have to do the work… again!”

Growling but still feeling a bit drained, she managed to flip herself over and clime out of the pillows, peeking over the edge.

“I have father!” Pulling herself out, she nearly fell out of the pillows. “And you better hope that no dragon is hearing of this or you will be sorry!”

Her father, big as he was, laughed much to her chagrin, and before settling.

“You truly are my daughter! You think you can scare me now that you are dragon lord?”

Trying to angrily retort against her father, she grabbed the pillow only to drop out with a cry, she slid down the mountain of pillows towards the bottom. With a sigh, she shakily stood up, her juices having ceased flowing from her body, she approached the ginormous head of her father.

His grin was as big as he left.

“Well?” he asked.

She wanted to say something but gave out as a loud exhale of air, clearly indicating she gave up. Her father chuckled again, rubbing his muzzle against her.

“It's alright Ember, for one day you become large as me, then maybe you can actually do something to harm me.”

Ignoring the rub, she shook her head.

“By that time father, you will be to old to fight back and I'll be at my prime so it would be no challenge.”

Her father growled in amusement.

“At your prime, my dear daughter, you would already have many hatchlings surrounding your legs and your mate would be trying to match my height. And besides, who are you calling old?”

“You!” she half-yelled. “You, you big old, giant of a dragon's arse!”

“I am not that old.”

“Your bordering a millennium and a half!” she retorted.

“And when you get this old you will still have the galls to attack your father?”

“For be an annoying thorn on my tail right now, yes!”

“Then on that day, your mate better provide for you many hatchlings before I set you down.”

“I won't need a mate to protect me or have a reason to provide hatchling for him after I stand on top of your old body!”

At this point the heated argument had Ember close to her father, staring angrily into his eyes while his eyes berated amusement on his daughter.

“Let's see what he says when that time comes.” he answered coolly, finishing the conversation.

Ember snorted and crossed her arms.

“Well, I won't need a mate now, or in the next century. For now, I just want to be alone.”

Her father didn't answer and something immediately made her do a double take on her father's expressions. With a normal tone, he spoke to her.

“Young Ember, my daughter...” Oh gods, the way he spoke, she knew something bad was coming. “You must understand that, despite being Dragon Lord, there are certain… responsibilities that come with it. Some that even I had to follow and now that you are Dragon Lord, you must follow as well. Being a Dragon Lord does mean you rule dragons, but, to rule them all, there must be one by your side. One to give you hatchlings or to support you in the time of you greatest needs.” Her arms dropped and she stared up at her father, somewhat agape and a bit frightened at the implications of what he was saying.

“You, now being a Dragon Lord, must have a mate, to continue your rule and to show the other Dragons that you are fit to be a Lord.”

“What does me having a mate, allow me to keep my rule, father?” she said evenly. She tried to mask the anger that welled within her, knowing her father kept this from her.

“Once a time long ago,” he began. “The first Dragon Lords ruled by themselves, conquering and ruling dragon lands here and there own their own. Over time, they seemed content with being the only rulers of their lands, however, with time, they grew either to mad with all their power or grew weary from it. Being a Dragon Lord meant that all the power was building within them and had to be dispersed evenly or cause the dragon to burn their bodies out or kill them. Now, few of the first Dragon Lords did have mate, but they didn't channel their energy to their mates, hence they died of quickly or young. When the Elders, the ones whom record the history of dragons realize this, they enacted a rule that when a Dragon is given the mantle to be the new Dragon Lord, they must take on a mate or even a consort soon. After which, when both the Dragon Lord and their mate/consort would touch the Bloodstone Scepter, they share an energy bond that will bound them for life. The mate could be male or female but it must be shared with them.”

“Why did you keep this from me until now?”

“I wasn't aware my daughter didn't want a mate. Knowing that you were going to enter your heat soon, I assumed you would have immediately found a mate and you two would be bound already.”

Ember felt her heart beat a mile a minute and she knew that all too late, that when Spike handed over the Scepter, they were bounded. That he and her would share the energy and power of being a Dragon Lord. However, that meant that if Spike touched it first, then handed it to her, was she his mate by the spell, or was it by him surrendering it to her cancel it? The worry and shock in her face was easily picked up by Torch.

“Who else touched the Scepter?” her father asked. Despite the room being located near a volcano and having a lava bath nearby, she suddenly felt very cold. She couldn't help but shrink a bit in her father's gaze. “Who else touched the Scepter, Ember?” he asked, almost commandingly.

“S-Spike.” she said, softly. “The hatchling.” she swallowed. “He grabbed it first… before handing it to me.”

Her father remained silent and she was now really afraid. She might be a Dragon Lord but she still feared her father. The fact that he wasn't lashing out or screaming made it the worse.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke an in even tone.

“He is now your mate and you are his. Bring him here to the Dragon Lands.”

Looking up, she met her father's gaze. There was some anger but also some thoughts going into his head.

“Father?”

He growled softly, but nonetheless, nuzzled her. She shivered but welcomed the warm nuzzle from her father.

“I take some blame in this Ember. I know I tried to keep you from the Challenge, but if I had let you partake or known you had, I would have told you everything about the responsibilities that come with it.”

With a shaky nod, she responded.

“And if I had known, maybe I wouldn't have taken the challenge.”

He nodded.

“I don't blame you, my daughter, but just like me, you were hard headed and wanted to prove me wrong.” A small grin appeared on his large head. “And you did, which is why I am not fully upset about this. You proved to me that you are strong, stronger than other dragons and that you were willing to risk claw and tail to get the Scepter.” he let out a deep rumble of a sigh. “Still, I wish that there was more… careful planning to this.”

“But father? How can I get him here? He lives with ponies and they are like family to him? I do not wish to take him away from his family.”

He gave a single nod.

“And family is important but, with this new development, there is sacrifice. Not all the Dragons know all the rules until the previous Dragon Lord explains them all to them, but you must abide to them and you may have to do something you might regret later on.”

“Like what?”

He shook his head.

“As I said, for now you must bring him here. You must bring him here by week's end, in which case if he doesn’t the process would already begin with the power consuming your body over the centuries and die young. You two have been apart for too long, and it might consume him too. The link must have you two together no more than a week apart.” He inhaled and exhaled softly. “Lie to him if you have to, make a story up or telling him something about why he must return to be your consort or mate but, you must do it soon.”

“I-I'll try father.” she spoke, shaky and nervous.

“Please do, Ember, for both of your sakes.” He gave a small lick across her head, indicating his affection for her before leaving the cave. She was left all alone and soon, she had to come up with a plan that would put the risk of not only herself but her only friend that she had. What would she do if he said no? What would happen if they were never together? Could she live the rest of her live, no matter how short it would be, that she caused him so much pain without telling him?

No, she couldn't and neither could she. No, she had to think of something, something that would get him to leave his family for her. To get him to understand that there was only one option. She needed to lie to him, just like her father said and she needed to be careful. After they arrived back here, she would tell him. Maybe he might hate her for a century or two, but that was fine. He just had to be by her, no more than a week apart, then maybe later on, find a way to keep in touch with his family. Yes, that could work… right?

For the first time in many years, Ember felt tears run down her cheeks and she shook with fear and sadness.

Reality vs Fantasy

The Dragon Lord's Consort : Dragon Tales

Reality vs Fantasy

Contains: In Reality(Nocturnal Emission, Slight-Masturbation, M/Solo)
In Dreamscape(M/F/F, Cock-worship, BDSM, slight-inflation, deep penetration, public, and mind-control)

(No editors were used in the making of this fanfic. Viewer discretion is advised.)

Garble had taken his sleep with a grain of salt and that was saying something. Despite the oddly shaped(And somewhat comfortable feeling, though he wouldn't dare admit it) couch, he was lost in a sea of where reality dissipated and his own fantasy began.

… The mountain peek where is throne stood high…

… skies dawned with red and fire, distant blazes were seen of pony settlements…

… former Dragon Lord Torque bowing his head in great respect to his new Lord…

… The smell of females burned his nose like the lava pits of a volcano. Hundreds surrounded him, both below his throne and hovering just a bit above. Both Dragonesses from young to ancient, to the ugliest to the most beautiful…

… Yes, even Crackle was there… looking interested in him… legs raised with a dripping slit… licking her unusually long tongue over her maw...

“...”

Disturbing yes, but not unnoticed... and unwanted?

His cock slowly twitched from his slit, blood slowly moving towards his lower region…

The many male dragons before him were jealous or filled with great envy but held pride over their new leader. His might had brought about the fall of ponies and brought great expeditions for dragon kin alike. The world was in fear of his Lordship, his power over dragons and his fearless nature.

The head slowly peaked out from his slit… a slow transition as he slowly began to harden…

Yet… nothing… and he meant nothing in all of the world, in all of the kingdoms he's conquered, has he ever been more pleased then the have the dragoness below him. The one whom chocked upon reaching The Bloodstone Scepter. The one who coward at his might, as he took the Scepter and proclaimed himself, Dragon Lord.

A soft grunt came from him, as his cock waddled back and forth, slowly increasing his girth. His groan came from the chilly air the filled the room, slowly but gently teasing his member. It sought warmth, it sought surrounding… it sought flesh.

She groveled before him, taking in his awe inspiring looks, his fearful aura that caused the males to cower, and the females to moan in delight. He sent shivers down spines, his scent spiked the arousal of females around and even a few males that found him attractive. Other older dragons looked away as if to avoid his wrath. The feeling of total and complete control brought him much joy.

He groaned again, his claw slowly reaching for his growing penis, giving a pass as his mind played out his fantasy.

To his right, was Ember as she nuzzled the inner of his thighs, slowly trying to ease her way to his throbbing organ while to the left, Amethyst was in the same way, but her tongue was out and about, lapping his legs and seeking his glory.

“Yeah, that's right. Come to your new master.” he growled to both Dragonesses, wielding the scepter before them. They both moaned his name, drawing closer and closer to his inner legs. His cock had long come out but what was not your average sized dragon length, was a behemoth that made the smaller dragons look like hatchlings and make the larger ones feel incomparable.

Thicker than Ember's arm, almost as long as his legs, his throbbing bright red penis stood glistening in the sun. Each throb sent chills down the spines of the females, every slow drop of precum made everyone hungry for a taste.

His cock reached max length, not as glorious as his fantasy but still impressive enough on its own. He too began to leak from his tip, his dream becoming more vivid than before. His own left claw gently rubbing his spear, bringing in another groan of pleasure to his mouth.

Both females slowly lapped at each side of his cock, making him moan in delight at the same time, feeling more empowered as he used the scepter the service him. He didn't care that the others saw, nor did he honestly mind the constant stares of hungry dragonesses that begged to taste his red, juicy flesh. What made it more was that he had great control of his own organ, despite two dragonesses licking at it with each drop of pre that ran down the sides.

No, he expected them to follow his bidding down to the letters. Soon, one dragoness became brave, going behind the throne and began massaging his tail, while two more came down and began to rub his expansive wings. Yeah, he could have send them off running but… right now, he didn't care. His will was heard and his word held law.

He rubbed his length up and down, causing a slow mess of fluids to appear on his lower abdomen. He was so lucid into his dream, he was unaware of the door opening to his room, nor the eyes that caught the dragon's grand spire. Wide and curious, they watched as the dragon continued to groan in his sleep.

Ember was rubbing her slit up and down his length, her own heavy arousal creating heavy secretions around his cock and to the stone beneath. She moaned in both pleasure and agony as she tried to get his cock to enter her heated vent but he growled in delight in teasing the blue dragoness. Oh how he loved making her want him all the more. The flame that burned in his hearts of hearts as he witnessed his dream tail become his mindless slave.

The eyes from the door watched intently as the dragon continued to rub his length, unaware of his gazing intruder. Thankfully, the room was dark as the hallway, still, dragons had night vision and were cautious to even be looking. Agonizingly slow, the door opened to a soft creek, hesitant to move forward once the door fully opened to allow them in. A single step caused a small echo into the room, making them stop, waiting to see if the dragon would awake.

“P-Please, Dragon Lord Garble!” Ember begged. “S-Stick it inside of me!” Her body was hot, her walls burned for need and her body demanded his see to quench her fire.

His grin was dark but he knew that he too, was getting a little heated for the fore play.

“Beg for it!” he growled to her ear. He rubbed his long length on top of her slit. “Beg for it like if your life depended on it. Like you would die without it. BEG!”

He growled in his sleep, causing a small burst of pre from his tip and landing onto his lower belly. The intruder stopped, fear gripping them as they were so close to the dragon. A jar materialized in front of them.

“Please! I need it! I NEED IT!” she roared.

“What do you want? Just my cum? You want to be splattered by it? Do you want me to get you egg-heavy?”

“Yes! Yes! All of it! Fill me up! I want your seed! I want your eggs!”

As the pre dripped down like a small fountain, the jar was gently pressed against his upper cock tip. The tip was pushed so a small bent on his head formed, making the pre land directly into the jar. Meanwhile the eyes watched in great focus as the jar began to slowly fill. Tongue licked over dry lips, tail swayed to and fro with excitement and nostrils flared with the wonderful and strong musk of male.

His body slammed into her tight walls, a roar of accomplishment echoing throughout the lands. He had claimed his mate, he had claimed his prize, and he basked in its glory. Her screams of pain and pleasure echoed as loud as his if not more. Other dragons celebrated his glory and soon, an orgy of dragons began.

Roars of delight echoed the valley and beyond. Even old Torque got in on the action as dragons of every gender ran up and down his over large length. But his greatest pleasure was seeing his daughter being rutted by his lord. The area soon began to smell of sex that spread through the wind for miles.

More and more flowed from the tip, the dragon groaning as his peak was approaching. The jar was half full and showed no signs of stopping. They were all to eager to get to the main course and yet, the lips hungered for a taste, curiosity peaking their mind. Leaning in, they tried to catch a taste.

Each trust was a shockwave of pure lust and power, Ember's orgasms coming out in buckets and poured beneath, creating a literal river of cum that flowed from top the hill. Other dragons lapped at her fluids, despite the rocky mixture. It touched the Dragon Lord's essence, it must be tasted!

“So close!” he growled, his form taking on a larger approach. The dragons were moaning with him, the fires of the world burning brighter and brighter. Torque roared out as a volcanic eruption of cum spewed from his giant cock covering many dragon around. Others roared out their climaxes as well, cum from both sexes spilling upon the floors and creating pools of it.

“You wanted it! Take it all! TAKE IT ALL!” he roared. His cock gave a final throb, before slamming deep into her belly. Ember cried out in orgasmic bliss as she finally climaxed for the final time. Garble roared a mighty roar of triumph, it echoing throughout the area followed by the triggering thousands of dragon climaxes as well. Ember's belly expanded with his seed, her moans filling his ears with music of dominance and victory.

A growl left him followed by bursts of seed that shot out of the tip. The intruder jumped back in surprise, nearly dropping the jar. Two thick shots landed on their face directly; they quickly used magic to point the cock towards Garble, the rest landing on his belly. The jar was full and overflowing. The smell of mask clouded their vision and before they could get a proper taste, Garble snorted himself awake. They realized the jig was up and quickly pulled in the jar of loaded essence before disappearing in a flash.

Garble grumbled to himself, a moan of satisfaction leaving him. His eyes opened; what greeted his sight was his own cock, not as big in his dream, dripping his cum upon his belly.

“Dammit,” he muttered to himself. “Now I gotta clean up.” He paused as saw his seed before him. “Hmm… should have been a lot more?” He shrugged it off and looked around the room. He wasn't really allowed to leave but he knew that if the others especially the stupid ponies saw him, they would freak… not that he would care but the fact that Ember might see him like this made it all the worse.

He spotted the pillow he had thrown off to the side and reached for it. He paused, realizing the ponies might see or smell his spunk. Then that would cause problems if they found out.

It took him all of ten seconds to realize he is never coming back here so he shouldn't care.

With a grunt, he grabbed the pillow and brought it over to his belly. He began whipping away all of his seed, smearing it onto the pillow. The pillow soaked up his seed, causing dark stains to appear all over it. In less then a minute, he cleared up all his mess, even rubbing his retreating cock over to get any excess fluids.

Satisfied, he threw the pillow off to the side and let it soak in his cum. He then saw that he was clean, albeit a little sticky, and was allowing sleep to once again consume him. His cock had retracted with his slit and soon, the room began to echo with his snores.

He was soon out of it. So out of it that he didn't hear or was disturbed by a quick flash of light in the room. The occupant from early, saw what Garble had done. They quickly grabbed the pillow, full of his dried seed. Magic surrounded the pillow before it was brought to their face. A deep inhale was given, followed by a soft moan of joy. Garble snorted and turned to the side, away from the stranger. Feeling relief, watch over them, they then conjured another pillow and left it there. Hopefully, he would be dumb enough to believe that the pillow soaked up everything and no lasting smell would linger.

Holding the pillow close, the stranger saw that they had a few minutes maybe less before the pillow completely absorbed Garble's seed. Making sure the dragon was really asleep, they quietly 'Thanked' the Horny dragon for their erotic dream and virile seed.

In a flash, they were gone, leaving the dragon to sleep until the morning.

Author's Notes:

So another shot towards the sidelines, this one honestly came out of no where. Like... i had originally planned for something else but this one popped in my head and i didn't even plan for it. Truth was, i just typed and went with it. Either way, it is a dream sequence so once and done i think.
Anyways, this whole scenario is actually a 'What if' picture i found on tumblr and it was pretty much like this though a small bit of it said the Garble all but killed spike and i didn't want to involve any deaths or mentions of it so i ruled it out.
Lastly, i know that a lot of stories that involve dragons(non-anthro ones) with clop, have the dragons with hemipenes and moved around it for two reasons.
One is that since the teenagers wanted to mate, they would be on their hind legs rather traditional reptiles would be as quadrupeds. Second, i think that the type of dragons very based in the show are diffrent. That they are anthro and non anthro dragons. Torque was kind of a blend for both so ill see how to work with that but. While the teens were anthro and the adults were quads, i decided that maybe greed vs nurture has a huge factor in how they will grow to be.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!! Get ready for more soon!

First Flare

Contains: (M/F, First Time, Scent Marking, Licking, Light-Masturbation, Fondling, Oral, Female Ejaculation, Orgasm Denial, growth, and tail play.)

Struggling more, she managed to overpower the drake and pulled herself off before shuffling a bunch of pillows out of the way, trying to bring in some fresh. She cleared an opening, bringing in fresh air to herself, she was about to pull out of it, just as Spike grabbed her legs.

“…!” She wanted to yelp, she wanted to cry out in surprise but what really left was a gasp… followed by a shriek of what Spike had just done. It was too late, the young Drake had succumbed to his inner instincts and he lost himself.

A true yelp left her as she was pulled back into the mountain of pillows and her consort’s true simulation came into fruition. Instincts had won him over.

Strength from nowhere and an alluring response to her scent, Spike had grabbed her legs, shoving his face in between her thighs and immediately inhaled where more of her wonderful scent was coming from. The smell orientated around her body but it was between her legs where the source was.

“Spike!” She managed to gasped out, just feeling his snout brushing against her slowly, opening slit.

That seemed to jar his head, snapping out of his state, yet he was still hazy.

“Whaa…” Pulling herself as best as she could, Spike still held on, though it wasn’t as strong as before. Managing to look at him, she saw that this being his first experience, it was more than the little drake could handle. It was filling his head with unsolicitous or stable thoughts.

Ember couldn’t exactly blame him though. Being raised by ponies with little, if any proper knowledge about dragons have left him unstable. Trying her best to keep him from doing something he might regret… or she might regret, she gently pushed him away from her legs.

“S-Spike, I need you to listen. What your smelling is… what I went through almost a week ago… my pre-heat. Know… I had an e-earlier s-sessions with myself and didn’t properly clean after myself. I-I am sorry that you are smelling all of it but you need to get out…”

Only half of the words made it through to his brain, while the other half was only still trying to inhale more of Ember’s essence. Groggily, he managed to speak.

“P-P-Pre-heat? Sessions?” His head swayed a bit back and forth, his mind still lost in the lusty haze. “E-Ember? Why… why is it so strong?”

Biting her lips, she gently brushed her claw over his face.

“This is the first time you are smelling a dragoness in heat… sorta. I mean… when I went to go get you, I was still in the after effects but we were outside. Then, when we got here, I kept you away from the pillows as best as possible because… well its here were I tried to ‘relieve’ myself. I just… forgot to ‘clean up’. Me being dumb, I had to drop you into the pillows… and it created a hot box so to speak.”

Once more, only a few of the words made it through. Spike was slowly coming back but he was still close to Ember enough that he caressed his face against her again.

“I like the feeling… the smell,” he answered. The feral side was speaking but the intellectual part also came through. “B-But I don’t want to do something… something bad. I-I don’t want you to-to hate me…” A whimper left him but he continued to swim in the haze. “I-I don’t know what to do?”

Ember felt worse, more than ever. She was a horrible consort and it pained her to see him in such a state. He was young to a point where he was borderline teen but not quite there. His emotions were mixing with his instincts and they were in a war with one another, trying to be the deciding factor. She could see his struggle, the feral versus the brain and she knew that he was strong… but how strong remained to be seen.

Most dragons would have already jumped, mounted, and mated without a second thought. The feral side kicks in while the smart becomes a tiny backend of the brain. Yet, here was a dragon having two sides trying to decide what to do. The fact he actually managed to be stop before he did something, (he was not that strong, just caught her off surprised so its not like she could kick him off) and probably ruin the relationship they were trying to build, was a testament of how strong his mind and heart were over his feral side.

Still, it left the big question of what should she do? She had to act now and quick. Throw him out of the pillows, perhaps into the lava pit or water fountain to clean of any smells or traces of herself on him? OR… should she try to ease him into what he was feeling, make him feel more comfortable with it? Basically, she was going to have to teach him proper courting and mating… while allowing him to experience it claws on experience.

A shiver ran up her spines and whether it was excitement or fear, she had no idea. The thought of what she was going to be teaching him was so… alien to her that the experience could leave a lasting impression on both of them. Yet, why did it feel so bad knowing that she was going to be teaching him something that someone else should have taught him? He had no kin retaliated to him, as far as she knew. No known ‘Sire’ or ‘Dam’, no bloodlines that closely resemble other dragons. No connections in any way to other dragons, other than her, for him to seek any actual, proper mating habits, and so on.

The universe was cruel and yet, sometimes it gave answers you would least suspect; its what she learned within the last week and it would continue to do so.

Pulling him in, so that his head was close to her, practically touching, with the pillows allowing so much room, Ember’s eyes casted orange eyes on his emerald ones before speaking in a firm voice.

“Spike, if you want to know what to do, I will teach you. I will help you understand the ways of how to properly do this, but I want you to know a few things. For whatever reason, you find something uncomfortable or something bad, you let me know. At the same time, if I tell you to stop, you listen. This is both of our first times and… we might not actually mate, I still want to make sure that you are properly taught how to handle the situation. We are both in rut… so to speak but I want you to know that no matter what happens, you and I will never have to do this ever again if you don’t want to. Is all that understood?”

Eyes stared into the very soul of his consort, making sure that he heard every word that she had just told him and made sure that he would repeat them in her mind as many times he could. He was going to be taught a very important lesson and he wanted to make sure that if he was to do this right, he would hear every word, understand every action, followed every command, making sure that they were both to understand what this may hold in their very futures.

Reluctantly he nodded but there were some pause to his actions.

“I- uh think that before we start Ember, I am just wondering that if what we are doing is okay? Aren’t we both… you know… young? Or wait until after the trials?”

Ember paused at that, seeing that despite his initial state, he was still sensible to respond intellectually. Yes, his earlier action nearly had him on her, but that was his first time smelling dragon heat… what was left in the pillows. And not knowing how to properly handle himself. But that should only prove that things won’t get too far or too out of control for them both. Her heart was beating fast and with each breath she drew, she could smell his scent but he could also smell her as well.

“We are young… to the standard of everyone else, yet we are old enough to understand what is happening, what can happen and what… might happen. I don’t know if this will always happen between us but… I know that if I don’t teach you this now, it may affect you later. I don’t want you to grow into an adult, confused with the scents and smells you intake. What would be my undoing is I didn’t show you what you should have learned in this stage and what might the future bring for your courtship with dragons?”

He cocked his head, eyes still half lidded but aware of her words.

“But I thought I was only going to be with you? What other dragons would I interact with? Are you going to be with other dragons too?”

She immediately shook her head, erasing any doubts in his mind.

“I would never be with other dragons, Spike.” She paused. “Unless, you wanted too…” Why did she say that? Why did she give him the option? Why now? Especially in his lust induced state, would she give him that choice? Of course he would want to be with…

“I just want to be with you,” he answered. He paused, leaning in and brushing his head against her breast. “You are the only one I really want and… I don’t want to be with other dragons… just you.”

Was it because he was the first one to smell her? Was it because he knew not of other dragonesses out there that could potentially seek a kind and amazing drake like him to sweep them off their feet and treat them like a goddess? The day he becomes strong, tall, powerful or even popular amongst dragons, would he still continue to choose her over countless others that would beg to be rutted or bred by him?

That she did not know, for her heart stopped, jumped started back up and began beating faster than ever. His words, his mind, he pushed through with it and made sure that she heard him. He only wanted her and her alone. Maybe it was because he only had interacted with her on a personal level. Maybe because it was the lingering scent of her heat that filled his mind with the desire to be with her for now. But that did not matter at the moment for she felt the same. No other male nor perhaps female, would compete with her heart as the little dragon before had; for he had just given his previous life just to be with her, not only to secure her future, but to secure her heart.

Emotions amok and feelings unfocused, she brought her claws over him, brushing his spines and rubbing them up and down while allowing him to continue to rub himself on her. He was trying to mark himself with her scent…to prove that he only wanted her and her alone. Despite the small amount of rubbing, the effect was vastly huge on her.

Once more, her slit began to slick with her arousal, his legs rubbing back and forth upon her thighs, each passing cause a tingle up and down her body. His claws roamed over hers, his mind once more disappearing into the haze of the lust. Yet, he remained gentle, never groping or squeezing. His claws would scratch against back or sides, sending sharp chills to her spine.

Hot steamy breaths left them both, each once passing over the other’s face. Soon enough though, Spike’s instincts started really kicking in, with licks over her neck and lower jaw, all the while Ember tried to rub her own thighs against him, trying to increase her arousal and making contact points on her oozing slit.

This licks were tender but his claws seemed to target sensitive points on her body. He touched her lower back where her wings began and that earned him a growl or maybe it was a moan. His legs however would occasionally brush against her slit, making the fluids she secreted, seep that much faster. But, nothing truly came to a real great matter until Ember felt poking at her right thigh and that was his own arousal finally releasing his ‘dragonhood’ from his own slit.

Ember cast her gaze towards Spike’s dragonhood. While she was sure he wasn’t the biggest out there, she was pleased knowing it would be enough to fill and please this growing hunger in her core. She looked at its bright pink color, the thick veins traveling up its side to its base, the bumps that seem to cover it u[ to his pointed head. There seemed to be something on it that was making it glisten. Ember has never seen a member this close before for Spike was the first male she had interacted on a physical level like this before. From the silence that has now invaded Spike could only think something was wrong and blush as he turned to cover himself.

“S-Sorry Ember, I didn’t mean to get like this and….” He as cut of when Ember started to lick on his neck while her claws caressed his chest.
“It is okay Spike, that just mean you are growing accustomed to it.” Ember says in just above a whisper but the whole time she had grabbed a hold of his member and stroking on his increasingly warming body.

He seemed unsure of himself however. “B-But I know I am not that big, I mean look at me compared to other dragons.” Spike could barely handle the amazing feeling of Ember’s claws on his body. She could feel his heartbeat through his member, each thumb through his organ.
“ It is fine Spike, I-I am sure you are a good size. At least to me you are.” Ember couldn’t even say this, while looking at him as she had to bury her face into his neck at her confession. She was not really aware she is now being effected so much more now. She is feeling so aroused than she was before, it felt like her whole body is going to burst into flames.

She looks back down at Spike’s throbbing member when she finally put it together. It was his pheromones, he was now releasing his own scent to make her want to... mmate. Ember growled from deep in her throat as she watched the pre coming off his erect member. It wanted to be inside her, to mate her, breed her. The idea of breeding, to breed with a smile made her insides flutter and twist. She could feel her inner nectar dribble down her leg in a quantity that would have been embarrassing in any other situation.

Without thinking she reached down and wrapped her claw around his member. She could hear the gasp from his lips that quickly turned into a growl from him as she got a grasp on his dragonhood. By Draco, it is so hot in her hand, it is like holding a pillar of fire. Ember can feel the liquid that covers his member all over her claw.

She watches was as his hips jerked up as she slowly moved her claw down to the base of his member and then back up towards the tip. Ember looks at Spike as she does her slow caressing of his rod and he had half lid eyes but he hasn’t removed his sites from her. She can see there is something there, something burning in those calm and intelligent eyes.

“D-does this feel good Spike? Have you touched yourself like this before?” Ember can’t believe she is asking this on top of doing this but it feels like they have done too far to stop now. Or is it that she doesn’t really want to stop anymore. If the small river flowing down her legs was any indication on how she felt about the whole situation, it was that she too was ready.

“Y-yes Ember it feels so good.” A small growl or maybe a whine had left him. “I haven’t done this before, but I have never felt this good before.” Spike admits, not really believing he just admitted he hadn’t touched himself before but right now, she is stroking his dragonhood, so telling her that shouldn’t be a major thing.

Seeing how much pleasure she is giving Spike she can’t help but pick up the pace with her stroking. She can feel the bumps and ridges that cover his member, massaging with her palm as she preformed a piston like movement. Unknown to her own mind, her tongue had started to flicker out of her mouth. She could taste it, she can taste the air and all their pheromones and secretions in it. It is setting her body ablaze which for a dragon, really meant much.

“E-Ember, I am getting close. So close” Spike pants out as he grips the pillows before him tightly. Ember felt his member at its max hardness and it kept twitching more and more. Sensing his impending release, she slows the stroking until she stopped, her palm covered in a small amount of his pre.

“Wha-, why did you stop?” Spike had to ask, even growling a bit, at the denial of his release. He sat up on his elbows, looking at Ember. Faust above... she looks so amazing, with her eyes half lidded, panting making her body rise and fall and little lisps of smoke leaving her mouth. She looked more beautiful than any being he has ever seen before. That was the dragon in him talking.

She gave a smirk, though dissimilar to the one she had earlier. “W-we can’t have you finishing and making a mess like that can we.” Ember says with all the cockiness she can. But in truth she was honestly nervous. She has never done anything like this before and she is anxious on what might have happen when Spike is released. Both of what he might do to her… and what she might do to him.

These thoughts were disturbed when she felt herself be more or less tackled on to her back with Spike over top of her. Ember would normally kick any dragon for pinning her like this, regardless of whom they are. But looking up at Spike like this, with this new edged look in his eyes. It was the more dragon she has seen in his eyes, but even then there inside, the same Spike resided. Though, the Spike she was seeing was changing, aggressively before her. His eyes grew into longer slits, his teeth became longer, his spines sharper and he was putting on mass. His greed was forcing him to grow, but she saw his resistance in holding it back enough to not fully succumb to it.

Spike looked at the larger dragoness, for he was in with a mixture of panting and growling as she did so in kind. Ember could feel the rumble in her chest as she felt the smaller dragon growl and began to lap down at her neck with his tongue. She can feel the warm, wet, tongue stroked against her scales and soft underbelly of thinner scale coating, It is almost like he is trying to commit both the feel and taste of her body to memory and she hope he does.

It all stopped once Spike made his way to her lower mid section. He continued to go in around the mid section around but seemed to hesitate with going any lower that probed in her lower abdomen. His inner conflict stirred for he could see and smell the wonderful fluids that leaked down from her somewhat spread legs. The inner pink of her labia was barely visible but that was enough for him to seemed... troubled.

“Spike?” Ember managed to say, at that moment which caused him to relapse once more to intellectual understandings. His eyes slowly caught her and she saw that his instincts are triggered for sure, if the way his tongue keep flickering and the sharper pupils he had are anything to go by. But he is still keeping himself under control, great control. For her any dragon to show so much restraint, even in the heat of a matting haze is almost unheard of. It shows how strong his will is; how much he cares for her and that was something she never ever experienced in a mate before.
“I-I don’t want to force myself on you Ember. The last thing I want to do is lose control and hurt you.” Spike pants out seemingly with a internal struggle with himself. Ember can see it isn’t easy for him to be fighting like he is and the fact he is willing to stop for her is great. But she doesn’t want him to stop, just as much as he is in the matting haze, so is she and she can’t think of anydragon she would want to be her matting partner than Spike.

Despite all that he was doing, she knew that he was fighting himself a lot more and this point, could be very painful to an extent. Licking her snout, she brought his snout close to her own, brushing it along the side.

"You are an amazing dragon Spike," she managed to say. "You are much stronger than most dragons ever could be. You are holding back, you are taking my emotions into care and I could not ask for another dragon to be with me to do this. But... I still need to properly show you what to do. I need you to really stay with me." She inhaled, spreading her legs a bit more, trying to allow more wiggle room for her tail and allow what air she could into her own legs. "What comes next, is I want you to do what you were doing earlier but slowly." Not that she wanted him to go slowly, rather shove his snout right in between her legs, stick his long draconic tongue deep into her vent and make her squeal. But no... she had to properly teach him not just the basics of dragon mating but how to please their mate.

His snout was dangerously close slit, his hot steamy breath cascading on to her and making her squirm more. She could have easily wrapped her legs around him and force him to eat her out. Her restraint was vexing though.
"When ever you mate, you must show your mate how much they care to you, how much you consider them your equal. Most just dive right into it but those whom love each other deeply, make sure that the other is receiving the same pleasure they are giving." As if to paraphrase, she gently pushed his snout directly into her slit and a small gasp left her as he almost pushed deeply into her, despite not directly penetrating. "I stroked you for a bit but now its time for you to return the favor."
Once more, his instincts were kicking in but the last of his will was dying. With a shaky breath, filled with dragoness pussy filling his lungs, he managed to word out something coherent.
"I... love...y..."

His tongue flickered and tasted her lips before succumbing to desire and shove his mouth on her slit. A roar of pleasure left Ember's muzzle as Spike tongue dashed in between her lips, breaking through the threshold of Ember's pleasure. He wasn't sure... or aware of what he was doing, just flickering his tongue to and fro, inside of her body. Her rich taste, dancing his muzzle and filling with her secretions.
Never had either of them experienced anything like this before. Ember's previous encounters close to this where her 'cleanings' by her father when she was younger. But his large tongue barely made passes over her slit. She quit that years ago. But this... this was something to be beyond a simple cleaning Sure they had licked each other back and forth but this was personal... this was raw but tender mating. His tongue was long, so he managed to pass deep into her walls, probing, twisting, dragging and more deep with her. His teeth would gently scrape her outer lips, making her arch her hips and push him with force. Meanwhile, she managed to gain some form of control and began to use her tail to reach underneath and wrap the end halfway around his member.
That momentarily stopped him, feeling the odd texture on his organ before resuming his menstruations on his mate. His mind was lost to the haze but he somehow instinctually began to scrape her leg thighs with his claws. Small amounts of pain caused an even greater pleasure for the female. Claws against their thighs or back, bite marks on their necks or shoulders, and tails wrapped around one another with the male pulling in different directions on the females. All of that... was instinct and he was not aware.

The roars and growls that were heard, somewhat muffled by the pillows, continued for what felt like hours but really only lasted minutes. For it was both their first time and none of them knew how to prolong their orgasms. With Ember, hers came as she roared, squirting streams of dragoness cum all over Spike's face, coating him in her nectar; while her tail had tightened around his member and his own roar, sadly muffled by Ember's tight legs around him and his mouth being filled with her fluids. He swallowed what he could, though much of it left in gurgles as he wanted to avoid drowning in her fluids. His member, for the first time in his life, cause him to squirt thin, watery cum unto the pillows below him, still not fully developed dragon seed. Still, it was his first climax ever and that alone made him feel the greatest dragon ever. He shot three strong shots of cum into the pillows, causing him to trust his hips at each shot before collapsing and letting his member leak the rest of his see out.

The two dragons had finally finished their mutual climaxes together but it still left them exhausted. Both were lost in a hazy so strong, neither wanted to move, though Spike continued to gently lap up against her folds, sending tingles up Ember's spines. His dragonhood had released what it had, albeit small amounts due to his age and size, he had never felt more relaxed and satisfied in his life. Not when he had gotten the best hoof massages, nor the most amazing bubble baths, nor eating the juiciest of rubies.
He had literally done something that was still so foreign, so alien to him that he wasn't fully aware what he had just done. The mind could only handle so much, especially with one as young as him, enduring all that in so little time. Exhaustion was kicking over and his mind was starting to fade.
Ember, whom had a bit more of an experience and knowledge of what was happening, still felt hazy but was aware that the little drake before her, was losing his battle with exhaustion.
'Typical Male' she would have thought before. But... no, Spike was not your typical male dragon. Yes, he was like this because it was his first time ever. He had not only experienced his first climax(judging by the white stains around his body) but the first time where he had dealt with dragon mating in an almost pure, raw form. It wasn't proper 'dragon mating' as it was 'foreplay' but the two of them had shared something so early, so unique that it left the outside world to its on devices and carried on without them.

The air was filled with their lingering smell and with somewhat strong effort, Ember began to throw pillows out, to breathe in fresh air. She grunted, shoving and pushing any out of the way. As the last pillow was shoved out of the way, she took in a deep breathe of fresh(if cave air was called fresh) and exhaled deeply. It was satisfying, it was wonderful but more than that, it was relaxing.
Looking down at her 'consort' she saw that he finally fell asleep, physically exhausted and beyond awakening. She couldn't blame him and she felt like, he deffenitely deserved it. He struggled with his instincts, pushed through to make sure that she was satisfied and even held restraint when he was unsure, he managed to impress her on a level not even most male dreamed of.
Using what little strength she had, she reached down, pulled him up to her. She wasn't sure if her mind was still in a haze or not but he felt... heavier, larger than before. Ignoring it, she brought his head... covered in her fluids, dragging his onto her own body, and nestled him against her breast. The action lead him to sigh in his sleep, somewhat happily rubbing against her before the soft, gentle snore was heard.

Ember had never pondered a life with a male on top of her. She never liked the idea of a male controlling her below he. Her father would tell her that they would be rough, somewhat mindless beasts during rut, and often didn't satisfy their females. Yet, she has never been more pleased in her life, knowing and lovingly caring for a male, whom took her heart. What was his final words before he lost to instinct? She had a guess, a chance that there would be something more between them. Everlasting? She was not sure but fore now, a huge flare had filled her heart. The first one caused by a little drake and his heart.

Author's Notes:

Thanks to DragonPony for setting up this scene. Though the editing was my end, I don't feel like i did a good job and i apologize but my battery was about to die and i wanted to submit in quickly.

I also wish to include that this was a first for trying to do something when it came down to this time of clop. Dragon on dragon, underage and so on. I am a bit off in a lot of areas and hope that it could be corrected or improved in the future. I also apologize for the lack of updates on this series, seeing how i only get to do that with every five chapters or so.
I might decide to add side stories of other dragons, including flashbacks of other dragons and so on.
Any whom wish to throw in their bones in, i would happily work with you!

Peaceful Loving

Peaceful Loving

Contains(Female/Female, Cunnlingus, Squirting, Rough Sex, Scent Marking, 69 position, Teasing, and messy orgasms.)

Zynthia gently lifted the sleeping drake, careful in scooping him up in her palm. She then slowly carried him to their resting chamber.

She had dug out a small, lifted den along the wall of their resting chamber. Next to him, but not to close, was a small lava pool. It was large enough for him to go into but not big enough for herself or her mate. It was meant for heating during cold nights. Now, it was meant to keep him warm when he was not surrounded by his new ‘mothers’.

It has been a month since the trials had ended and Zynthia along with her mate, Eliyinsa, had taken Spike into their care. His sleep was caused by the trials, repressed memory, and… separation from his mate. The result was a feedback, hysteria and then energy overload to the point where he came back to them disillusioned and then fell into a coma.

Eliyinsa had volunteered to take care of him while Ember performs her duties until he awakens. It only grew worse when Ember had to sent a report to the Equestrians on his recent incident. Luckily, no international turmoil happened and it was only with Ember explaining it, that they avoided any unwanted war. But the Equestrians were still asking for clearance to see Spike. With some caution, Ember and the elders told them to stay put until they were certain their own magical signatures would not disturbed him any further.

Still, it bothered them, even to this point, that the little drake suffered greatly. Not hatchling, whelpling or even teenage dragon, should have to suffer so much.

She approached the makeshift den she created for him. Inside the small rounded hole, was a large, thick blanket with soft padding. Something the equestrians had sent over. It was durable enough to deal with claws and tears, along without losing its fur to strong heat sources like a sleeping dragon or the nearby lava pit. Along with that, came pillows.

Seemed unnecessary since he hadn’t moved an inch since his coma. The bare details that he still lives is the fact that every now and then, he will release a soft exhale and his chest would deflate. Other than that, he remained stone still.

Making sure that the den edges would prevent him from falling off, if he moved, she also made sure that he was within eye distance of them. The room was greatly heated with two large bodies and a lava pit, so it would be no reason for him to lose any heat.
The month had both dragonesses switching their roles in and out of the cave. Despite most dragons not seeking advice from either them, few from outside the lands do come and gain information. Along with that, it was also their job to distribute the news to other Advisors, Elders, Guardians and such about current circumstances.

With the Trials done, the news was spread and done. The new Dragon Lord had temporary Hoard Mates to keep her stable and was now dealing with the usual dragon business. Zynthia had been with Spike the whole week now, keeping him warm and moving him here and there to make it so if he does wake up, he already subconsciously knows his whereabouts.
“Take it in.” she softly muttered. She slowly placed the sleeping Spike onto his den and covered him with the blanket. “For when you wake, it will seem like home.”
“I hope it does.” The voice of her mate came through. She turned her head towards the arriving, smaller dragoness. Approaching from the entrance, the black and gray dragoness made her way towards the taller, scarlett dragoness. Brushing alongside her, her eyes looked upon their little drake. “Maybe he would also call us mother too.”
A small growl of left Zynthia. “And you expect that to be the first thing he does to the two that hurt him the most.”
“I expect… that he will understand his situation and appreciate it.” She leaned in to Spike, brushing her large snout over his small body, giving a deep soft rumble from her throat, vibrating against the whelping. “We’ve spoken to him, everyday since he has been in our care. He will remember this in his dreams, in his memories. Our love, our life… our family.” She gently licked across his small body, clearing away any grime or dirt on him, keeping his scales clean.
His body remained unmoving, though the soft, almost inaudible beat of his heart was heard.
“What will we continue to speak to him about?” The scarlet dragoness questioned, she too leaned in and brushed against their ‘son.’ She then pulled back before bringing her snout and brushing it over her beloved’s neck. “History?” She brushed it down the smooth scales of the black dragon, slowly tracing her snout down her neck. “Our pasts?” She reached down until her snout push up to her wings. A small sigh left Eliyinsa and she retreated her head from her Spike’s space.
“What about anatomy?” pipped Zynthia. The large dragoness brushed until she gently scraped her bumpy snout against the thin membrane of her mate’s wing. Her mate bristled and her cheeks warmed to a small pinkish hue.
“You wish to exploit him to that… when he sleeps?”
Her mate gave a shrug and continued to tease her mate.
“What hasn’t he already done with Dragon Lord Ember? According to Torch, the night before the trials, Spike and Ember had mated.”
“But to fill his memories with that and…”
“I simply want him to understand that when he wakes up, he has more knowledge in his mind then he had living with the ponies.” Zynthia paused. “Though in truth, you and I have yet to please each other since the day we took him into our care.” She then leaned down to her mate’s back hind quarters and brushed against them. “I’ve missed your… taste.” She hissed.
A breathful sigh left Eliyinsa and she shivered as her mate blew hot air under her legs.
“We have been… busy,” she said a bit shakenly. Her leg gave a twitch and she restrained from lifting her hind leg up. “The dragons across the world had to be informed by our new development.”
“They can wait every now and then.” Zynthia growled. She then leaned out and looked her mate in the eyes. Her fiery orbs of orange met her bright violent ones. “My duty comes to my dragons, but my mate comes before all else.”
A shiver ran down the smaller dragoness. Zynthia was strong, she was powerful and she was commanding when needed. But… she loved her more than anything. Hence, why if she wanted something, she would achieve it, regardless of the cost. Which is why her body wracked in scars and each wound carried a piece of history.
Not choosing to fight her, she moved away from Spike and towards the opposite side of the lava pool. Far away not to bother their ‘son’, not too far too lose their eyes on him.
They moved towards their ground area, where the earth was soft with the constant flow of lava beneath. It was comfortable enough where they could settle without the rock hardening but at the same time did not break or crumble around their weight. To avoid that, piece of broken diamonds scattered deep beneath them and distributes the weight.

Eliyinsa was barely above their sleeping area before she was shoved down to her side. She let out a surprised grunt and gasp. She landed on her side with her legs almost over her. This was not the first time she dealt with this. But she was always caught off guard.

The soft ground cushioned her landing and with her legs coming barely coming down, her mate shoved her head directly in between her legs. A loud gasp left Eliyinsa as Zynthia brushed her muzzle where her slit was. A horizontal line of pink flesh was exposed.
The larger dragoness took a deep whiff of her mate, taking in the musky sweet and ashy smell from her mate’s neithers.
“So sweet,” she huffed, blowing hot air upon her mate’s genitals. “So strong.” Eliyinsa moaned softly, as her mate brushed her mound with her nose, trying to rub her scent over her. When the warmth of her breath brushed her labia, she growled softly and her lips slowly parted, like a flower. Her insides bared a rose pink and secretions began to seep from her.

“What awaits you, my love?” Eliyinsa gasped in delight. Zynthia merely teased her mate, continuing to blow hot air across her opening.

"My taste is long coming my love, but I prefer to savior it.”

Eliyinsa growled but then gave a whine of need.

“Please!” She begged. “I too have longed for it!”

Zynthia smiled at her mate but she gave her a look. “I just hope that you are not loud. We wouldn’t want our son to awaken from your voice. I don’t think he would understand his new ‘mothers’ doing something so… lewd in front of him.”

Eliyinsa paused, looking passed her mate and towards their sleeping ‘son’. She then looked at her mate and nodded.

“I’ll… I’ll try.”

Zynthia purred and pushed her muzzle directly onto her mate’s neithers. A soft gasp left the black dragoness and she groaned softly. She hadn’t been touched in a month. It felt good to have that feeling in that area return. She pushed her large muzzle, not fully penetrating her labia but giving the outer edges some love. She hissed, blew warm air or caressed her vent, making her mate vibrate with pleasure.

Zynthia herself began to leek her own juices, slowly spilling onto the floor. She murred into her mate, masking her muzzle with her mate’s secretions. Part of her mate’s fluids made it to her inner muzzle. With a flick of her serpentine tongue, she tasted the scattered traces of fluids.

Then she parted her muzzle and her tongue slid out, brushing the outer opening, tasting and spreading the fluids across her muzzle. Her split tongue twisted and turned, never penetrating her mate, but allowing her tongue to brushed the edges of her vent.

She felt her mate whither and twist, her legs occasionally twitch if she felt around a nice spot. She continued her menstrations on her beloved until she finally have moaned, half growled, “Please!” She then quickly looked over, trying to see if that is what awoke Spike. Nothing.

Waiting for nothing else, she shoved her entire tongue into her mate. Her tongue, thick as it was, parted Eliyinsa’s vent and struck deep to her core. The black dragoness all but held back a loud moan, instead biting onto her fore paw and her legs nearly wrapping around Zynthia’s head.

Zynthia was rewarded with a small burst of juices that expelled from her mate’ neither, splattering her muzzle. A salty blend of dark ash, an earthly taste and sweet rubies, filled her muzzle, something she always enjoyed of her mate. “The sweetest taste in the lands,” she would always say. It was true and it couldn’t really be compared to anything else, which is why after a month of not tasting her mate, the return flavor was more wonderful than before. She pushed hard against her mate, inhaling her wonderful scent, getting high on the smell itself.

She targeted her sweet spots, near her entrances or deep into her core. Everytime she withdrew, she would use her teeth to gently scrape her outer labia, making her mate shiver and her claws to open and close. Hot air would blow deep into her hole, bringing her high temperatures to that of lava.
Her own secretions left her body, leaving a puddle upon the cave floor. Eliyinsa, while being pleasured by her own mate, saw her mate’s need and adjusted herself more. “Love, l-lay on your-r side! Aah! I-I-I wish to taste you as well!”

Not stopping her assault on her mate, she lied her body unto her side and spread her legs open to allow her made access to her own needs. Unlike her larger mate, Eliyinsa wasted no time in playing with her mate and dove straight at her vent. Rosey red color greeted her along with a small cascade of fluids down her legs. Her muzzle already inhaling the blend of sulfur, musk and sweetness that secreted from her.
Her tongue pressed forward and began to lap at her mate’s fluids, tasting the juices that long evaded her tongue. Zynthia moaned into her lover’s snatch, vibrating her muzzle against her, sending more shivers to the black dragoness. Eliyinsa then spread her lover’s vent with her tongue, sending it deep inside her core, where she flicked and brushed along her soaking walls. With energy that had been reserved she ravashed her mate’s neighters.

The two dragonesses continued their love making, putting forth as much energy as they could to trying to please each other. Their tongues buried deep into each other, their fluids covering their muzzles and landing on the floor, creating musky hot mud. Their tails twisted and lashed out an about as tingles and pleasure ran up and down their bodies. To add further pleasure, Zynthia vibrated her muzzle against her mate’ neithers to further her pleasure, while Eliyinsa bared her claws into her mate’s legs, causing pain on some old wounds and fueling her ecstacy.

Together, they pushed and tried to reach each other’s climaxes. Long have they forgotten to keep their voices down to a minimum and were growling or moaning to each other out loud. Their squirting juices upon each other were just as loud. At some point, they just wanted to finally finish together.
Both used their remaining energies to push their tongues into each other, Eliyinsa digging her claws on her mates legs and Zynthia lightly biting in return on her outside labia, which triggered their climaxes. The two females moaned loudly into each other and flooded their polar opposites with their secretions. Half roars left their maws but came up gurgled and messy, creating a heaping wet mess, not just on their muzzles but their faces as well.
The two dragonesses fell to their sides as their respective climaxes had finally finished. They were panting loudly and their energies were spent. Slowly but surely they began to settle down. For the next couple of minutes, they began to slowly clean each other, licking up their lover and trying to not reignite the excitement. After which, then, they settled into the same position, lying on their bellies and pressed themselves against one another. They both brushed against one another, slowly growling deep in their throats, giving as much affection as they could.
“I suppose,” began Zynthia with a small mirth in her voice. “That we both sought some release.”
“Indeed,” Eliyinsa agreed with her mate. “I haven’t felt that much release since…” she thought about it for a bit and her eyes closed and a stupid smile formed on her maw. “Since you took me in as your hoard.”
Zynthia hummed in agreement before brushing her snout on her neck. “Ah yes. When I started the last Gauntlet of Fire.” she sighed and gave a grin. “Torch won almost immediately… despite his size.” Both chuckled at the memory of Torch, roughly half his size now, bared through the trial and won. Zynthia had given up being the Successor and had brought in Eliyinsa with her after she completed trials to become an Advisor. She didn’t want the Scepter, she just wanted a title to help keep dragons intelligent enough for a better future. A way to bring a newer generation of dragons to be much more than just ‘brutes’ and ‘hotheads’.

Together, the two wanted to bring to the world hatchlings that would one day be the betterment of dragons if by a little more smarter.

“And Spike himself won it.” Zynthia said softly. “He beat odds that would normally harm or kill another dragon and he did so with his mind.”
“A mind that I hope that be the beginning of a grand future for dragons.” Continued Eliyinsa. “I could just imagine a world where... “ She stopped as sounds came from Spike’s resting area. The two of them were immediately on their feet and approached over to him, wondering if he had finally awoken.
A sharp smell came from him, though it was almost overshadowed by their own scents, the two dragonesses were in awe at Spike now. He was covered from head to tail in a crust rock like state, ash grey and hardened over. It was his ‘molting’ faze and it started really early. Both were surprised that he hit it quickly and were now just waiting for it to complete.

Eliyinsa was the first to speak, reeling from the shock.
“I believe this is… something that we should report to Ember.” She blinked and peered down at his hardered covering. “Hopefully, she doesn't jump away from the smell… or his new change. I hope that when he awakens, he is able to handle it too.

Author's Notes:

I also apologize for this part of the stories not getting update. As is, the first series had very little chapters were I could include sex or erotic themes so it was difficult to really throw in anything. With the sequel here, I have more characters to use, more scenes and with a time jump here and there, it would be great utilization. Expect another one soon!

Please let me know of errors, I kinda pushed past my editors to get this out by tonight. Also tomorrow I have pictures released so you get a general idea of how both dragonesses and SPike may look like in the series.

Understanding Your Hoard

Understanding The Hoard

Contains(Female/Female, First Time, Cunnlingus, Squirting, Masturbation, Tail Sex, Deep Penetration, Licking, Teasing, Tongue Play, and Fingering/Clawing?)

Ember finished the last scroll reading before setting it back into its proper shelf post. She knew that with the events that may unfold upon herself, she had to be prepared. Spike had fallen into a coma and when she had alerted that to the Equestrian Princess, she was at their wrath. Twilight bombarded her with questions and responses, while the other two higher rulers demanded entry into sovereign territory. Yet, Ember denied them, mostly out of fear that their intervention might damage Spike even more.
Ember herself wasn’t sure what had happened but she knew that if they were to come and try to use their magic, it could hurt him, or worse, make the coma permanent. As far as her father, Eliyinsa and the other elders were concerned, this wasn’t a permanent coma. There was a chance he would wake once the mass of energy would be used up in his body. But, the question is when would he wake? That was the true horror and agony that awaited her. How long would he sleep for?
Three weeks had passed since the incident and nothing has changed from him. Ember realized at this point that his sleep would be for a long time. Days, months... years… as is, dragons have long sleeping and hibernating cycles. Some never wake up, sleeping eternally until the body gives out and dies. A shiver ran up her spine and a soft whimper nearly left her at the thought. She prayed that he would wake… anytime… sometime… soon.

Moving out of her space away from the scroll, Ember made her way towards her her sleeping area, which consisted of a mountain of pillows. She spotted that Amethyst was already sleeping soundly, half of her body buried in pillows. However, she did not spot Smolder.

It had taken some time to integrate Smolder into being with two other dragonesses, let alone one whom was her Dragon Lord and the other, a boundless joyous dragoness with little limits. The other part was having to convince her parents that she was leaving out on her own. They considered her too young to be out and about, however once they realized that she would be in Ember’s care, they reluctantly agreed. No better safe place to be than in the care of the most powerful dragon in all of the lands.
She found the younger dragoness to be full of surprises the more she spend with her. Smolder actually had some fascination with ponies, much like Amethyst, though she hid her enthusiasm from others. She also sought knowledge. At first, she hesitated to look at the scrolls that Ember had, but after seeing Ember reading and even her fellow hoard member, she decided to pursue it. Though she felt embarrassed knowing she had to be taught to read. Most hatchling education was through the words of their parents and the other dragons, but true intelligence came from books and dragons who spoke complex sentences. It was that reason that Smolder often found herself silently listening in on the older and wiser dragons.

Her intelligence spoke volumes and she could match words to meaning, but she had ways to go. So for the last few weeks, Ember had been teaching Smolder to read. She learned how to speak ancient draconic and modern common, or Equish if you wanted to go technical.

That begged the question though, where was the orange dragoness now? Ember knew that she was sleeping with them now. This would be the third day that she did sleep with Ember and Amethyst. She looked at her resting area, thinking she was probably buried in with her pink hoard member. As she approached her pillows, a soft gasping was heard, followed by soft squelching noises, coming from the other side of the pillows.

Ember cocked her head at the noise and made her way over to the other side. The number of pillows that actually filled this mountain of hers, has never been counted fully, but Ember knew that it was near triple digits. So when she walked around the other side, she was surprised to see how Smolder managed to hide… and for good reason.
The newest member of her hoard, the youngest of them,(she was still unsure if Spike was still older or younger than her yet) was by herself, trying to keep herself quiet as possible, but not as much as she thought.
In Smolder’s claw was a pillow and it was pressed firmly against her snout, while the other claw, had the young dragoness digging and retrieving her digits in between her legs. The squelching coming from her as she pressed her claws into her vent and creating wet noises from her fluids.

Two things ran into Ember’s mind as she watched the scene before her. The first was that Smolder was probably inhaling one of the pillows that contained her’s or Spike’s fluids from their session a while back. Ember could have sworn that she got rid of all of them. Second was that Smolder was young, but she might not have gotten through the understandings of her body, or how dragons mate.
Trying but failing not to notice how Smolder handled herself, Ember saw that they were quick and needy thrusts of her claws into her body, no real target inside of her, just trying to prolong the feeling. Her eyes were lidded, her tail swayed and twitched at her action and her huffing against the pillow was quick bursts.

Ember had been long since her last release, that being the day before the trials. She had two other dragons living with her now and it made time for herself… well difficult. She couldn’t order them off but she couldn’t exactly tell them to help her… could she. Her and Amethyst weren’t exactly that close… and she felt that Smolder might have been way too scared or even embarrassed to ask for help. What kind of Dragon Lord or even Hoard Maker could she be, if the youngest couldn’t get help if needed, or she herself wasn’t sure what they were willing to do to help her?
It's been three weeks and yet, she still knew little of them to actually believe if they were willing to become intimate. Ember’s preferences were on Spike, but it was always universally understood that Dragon Lords and Hoard Makers, regardless of sex, would have one or both sexes. Her father never needed more than her mother, but her mother told her that she wouldn’t have mind if her father took on another dragon.
Zynthia, prior to Eliyinsa, was with a hoard mate with one female and a male, to whom she succeeded. After she gave up the mantle, she disbanded the hoard and moved with Eliyinsa. Yet, from her stories, she never had physical reactions with either of her hoard and they were fine with it.

So now came the question, was it okay for Ember to have any physical relations with her hoard? Would they want something in return? Would Spike care that she was with two others, not in the sake of her need to live, but to have physical contact and perhaps indulge in the pleasure of scales and flesh?

“I would never be with other dragons, Spike.” The memory of their first time came into her mind.
“I just want to be with you, You are the only one I really want and… I don’t want to be with other dragons… just you.” He told her.

He didn’t want to be with other dragons because she was the only one he had ever interacted with on a personal level. But Ember knew that she wouldn’t have been with other dragons, if he stayed by her side… and if he didn’t mind her meddling with other dragons every now and then. Oh Mother Wistala… she wanted to be with other dragons, even with Spike. Her views within the last few months have only been trying to survive and stick with Spike, but after the trials, her views on whom she took were now fully aware.

But how would she deal with the situation before her? Clearly Smolder lacked true understanding of her body and judging by the fact she was sloppy, Ember knew that she was struggling. The pillow in her snout probably was enhancing her sexual awareness but she wasn’t sure how to handle it. Ember sighed inwardly, trying not to scare or alert her young hoard member.
She moved herself closer and hoped that whatever happened between them, it would help them in the future. She could smell the young drake’s scent, filling her nose and even somewhat tickling her own arousal. She smelled of young, sweet innocence and light earthly charcoal.
Smolder still hadn’t notice her, her claws rubbing harshly over her vent, one of the pillows she had between her leg was fully soaked with her juices and clearly leaking to others. Her moans were soft and but she held back any true passionate ones by huffing into the pillow in her snout.

Ember had managed to get close enough to actually touch her. Smolder felt the claw on her shoulder and gasped, seeing the face of Ember. She dropped the pillows and withdrew her claws from within herself. A small painful and desperate whine left her as she did, her claws dripping with her own secretions. Her face was flushed red, her mouth open and panting and her body shaking.
Millions of emotions ran through her, fear, shock, and embarrassment were amongst the highest ones. She expected to see disgust and rage upon her Hoard Maker’s face, yet what she saw was a smile and understanding.
“I-I-I… E-Emb… fe-felt…” She wasn’t able to fully form comprehensive sentences. She kept stuttering, her fluids leaked from between her legs and tears threatened to leave her eyes. Ember however knew that she was just scared and wanting to release. She place a gentle claw on her snout, silencing the babbling and distraught dragoness. Smolder quieted, looking up into the kind eyes of her Lord and without another word, Ember laid upon the pillows in an upright position. She then gently pulled Smolder on top of her. Smolder didn’t fight her but was still confused by the situation. She was in need, a great need and she was so confused that her emotions still fluxed with no clear heading.

Ember sat Smolder in between her own legs with her back to Ember’s chest, the teenager’s tail between her own legs, and her head to her neck. Smolder wasn’t sure what was happening and the need between her legs somewhat grew now that she had a warm body next to her.
Ember then brushed her head against Smolder, easing the young drake into a warm and safe care. “I should be taking care of my hoard,” she said softly to Smolder. She then placed one arm across Smolder’s chest and the other on her lap. “I don’t know if you want me to help, but… I know that you are struggling a bit.” She paused. “Do you want me to?”
Smolder began breathing a little bit heavier and fast, her confusion being clouded by her need. Her tail twitched and twisted, brushing against Ember’s nethers. “I-I-I… didn’t want t-to look w-weak and use…”
“You are neither of those things,” quickly answered Ember. “I chose you because you are beyond those things. But there is nothing, ever wrong with asking for help. It helps to know if your needs can be taken care of by us.”
“I smelled your scent,” she managed to say, “on one of the pillows. You… were moaning in your sleep the night before and when you were awake, I saw that you…” she shyly mumbled. “... you uh wet your area.”

It was now Ember’s turn to blush and turn red. She hadn’t really realized that she had a wet dream, or that if she did she did not notice. In truth, she didn’t remember the erotic dream, but she was sure it had to do with Spike. Though if Smolder had certainly smelled it, Amethyst would have too.
“I… am sorry this is affecting you, Smolder. I had wished I took better caution.” She then ran her claws over the younger dragon’s lower abdomen, where she could feel her twitch and even moan. “But I want to help you now. I know it must feel weird doing it the first time on your own.” She then leaned her mouth close to Smolder’s ear. She lowly whispered into her ear, tickling her senses. “Did your parents bathe you? Did they… touch that area of need?”
Smolder whimpered as Ember slowly dragged her claws against her soft lower belly. “N-No…” She then gently guided Ember’s claw to her lower region, the moist and warmth part of her anatomy was greeted by Ember’s claw. “P-Please…” she slightly begged.
Ember brushed her head against her hoard.
“I’ll do it but be aware of how loud you may get.” With that, Ember slowly ran her fingers over Smolder’s slit, feeling the moisture and heat on her claw digits. Smolder softly gasped and held onto Ember, squeezing her arm and begging not to let it leave.
Ember felt and saw that Smolder had done a sloppy job. Her slit was dripping but not spread widely. She ran a single claw up and down her vent, using her rough scales to aggravate the squishy, soft, outer flesh. Part of her claw was gently enter her vent but not penetrate, only spreading the scales to allow slow penetration.
“E-Ember…. P-P-Please I-I need this…!” The whine that left her made Ember realize she truly needed this.
With a grunt of acknowledgement, Ember brought her claw down onto her slit and with a soft amount of pressure, she penetrated a single digit, slowly but firmly into the younger dragoness slit. Smolder gasped, trying hard to hold back a loud moan from leaving her mouth. Ember’s claws were bigger than Smolder’s so the fact it almost completely filled her hole was amazing.

Ember slowly pushed in, trying to get a depth on how deep she could go inside her hoard’s hole. She felt the tight walls around her digit, squeezing and pulling in, with much of the control not from Smolder. She managed to reach up until her knuckle before slowly pulled it out. Smolder whined at the retraction with the claw leaving almost all the way, until it sank back into her hot depths. After that, Ember repeated the process but started a soft pace. Despite knowing her depths, Ember made sure that her claw wouldn’t harm her on the inside, only allowing the end of her claw to scrape the flesh bare minimum amount. She would twist and turn her digit, reaching and scaping across her walls. Each twist and turn would cause Smolder to twitch or spasm in ecstacy, releasing more fluids upon her own legs and the pillows below.
It didn’t surprise Ember that she herself was covered in fluids. However, not all of it was Smolder, as she herself was leaking over Smolder’s tail. The spines were brushing against her own slit, every twitch or wag from Ember made her wet. She was breathing quickly with all the teases from the tail but she was still manageable compared to the younger dragoness.

Ember continued her menstrations on Smolder, making sure that she was thoroughly getting what she desired. Smolder was getting louder by the second, moaning and growling in pleasure as her approaching climax was closing in. Feeling the walls close around her digit, Ember tried to shove a second one, pushing and firmly spreading the walls to allow a second one.
That seemed to have worked for Smolder gasped and saw stars fill her vision before cried out as she spasmed against Ember and collapse forward. Ember used her other arm to quickly secure and hold her from falling forward.

Smolder panted heavily, trying to catch her breath as she laid against Ember.
“Did that help?” Ember asked her, claws still inside of her. Smolder continued to pant for a bit before softly responding.
“I-I-I d-didn’t get a chance too…”
Ember saw that Smolder hadn’t climaxed, rather she was worn; she quickly began to piston her digits into Smolder. The teen drake was caught off guard at the sudden actions, that she screamed in pleasure. Her body spasmed as Ember vigorously entered and exited the young drake’s body, trying to bring her to a climax. Her fluids poured and flowed down her body and the teenager was growing louder.

After a minute of non stop pistoning her, did Smolder finally cry out in orgasmic bliss as her walls all but tightened and locked Ember’s two digits inside of her, as she squirts hard and caused a gush of fluids to leave her body. Her back arches, her legs went rigid and her voice becomes hoarse after nonstop moaning and whining. It was her true, first ever orgasam and it was created by her Hoard Maker.
The energy left her body, as her eyes become vacant and her mind goes blank and her vision fades. Her body falls limb against Ember and she finally passes out from bliss. Ember huffed at the dragoness falling asleep on her, happy that she managed to help her with her dilema.

She then raised the passed out teen from her body and gently set her to the side, already hearing her soft snores. Ember then sighed as she removed the tail from between her legs, causing a soft gasp to leave her as the spikes passed her vent. Once fully removed she set Smolder aside and let her sleep off her post orgasm. A small string of fluids left her with the tail, as she felt her own need coming through. Her own claw was drenched in Smolder’s fluids, seeing as as she had released quite a lot.
“That was very cute and… hot to watch.” Ember turned her head to see a very happy and somewhat aroused, Amethyst standing close by. A small dribble of fluids were leaking from the purplish dragoness, clear sign that she enjoyed what she saw. She approached her hoard maker, sultry and with a sway of her hips. “Maybe next time… we could all help each other.”
Ember didn’t know how to respond but she felt a silly grin form on her mouth.
“I wanted to help,” she said a bit unevenly, the smell of her’s, Smolder’s and now Amethyst’s fluids, filled her nose with musk and arousal. “She had never experienced her first orgasm.”
“I know,” Amethyst said with a smile. “And I am glad that you did. She needed somedrake she could trust.” She now stood in front of Ember. She then reached for Ember’s claw, the one covered in Smolder’s fluids before leaning a bit down and taking them into her maw. Ember watched in wide eyes as the dragoness wrapped tongue first her claws, before taking them into her maw and began to suckle the juices from her digits.
It was the most arousing thing she had seen or felt since Spike and her foreplayed. Seeing as the older dragoness suckle from her fingers, while her eyes were half lidded and staring at her with such lust. Ember never really knew if Amethyst actually liked males or females, let alone truly enjoyed being in an all female hoard.

This seemed to answer that.

She licked her digits clean, leaving behind a trail of her own saliva and giving off a moan from the taste. Her mouth opened, letting claws free and giving a string of saliva before it broke and she smiled lustfully at Ember.

“She taste so sweet, so young, and I hope that we can do it more with her later. But for now, you took care of her, now I want to show you appreciation for doing that.” Without another word, she quickly leaned in against Ember, pushing her further into the pillows. Ember didn’t fight her, instead gasped as with one claw, Amethyst pushed her on her chest, while the other claw, immediately found her slit and cupped her labia.

“I know you and Spike mated before and I…”

“We didn’t actually,” Ember responded, a blush forming on her cheeks. “W-We only… pleasured each other.”

Amethyst seemed to be taken aback by this, however smiled. “Well then, the day he awakens, I hope you ask him to rut you. Have him rut you hard!”

She then plunged her own claws deep into Ember’s soaking vent, causing her to gasp and cry out in ecstacy, two digits filling her hole and twisting and turning. The dragon lord moan and squirms as the claws were pushed deep into her core. Amethyst twisted and turned her claws, trying to get every part of her walls and finding her sweet spot.

A screech leaves her as the pinkish dragoness continues her assault, proving to be a relentless and eager pleaser. As she continued her menstrations on Ember, Amethyst leaned in and brought her muzzle close to Ember’s. Ember only had the briefest view from her closed eyes, peeking through to see the muzzle of the other dragoness close in on hers. “Wha…” The wide mouth was an immediate target and Amethyst thrust her tongue into Ember’s maw. She pushed her muzzles close to each other, where she twisted her snout sideways to allow better access and really shove her tongue deep inside of Ember.

Ember moaned as she felt her tongue brushing against another tongue, some of the lingering juices from Smolder passed onto her and she tried to scrape as much as she could from Amethyst. The pink dragoness managed to do all of this, pistoning her claws inside of Ember, while shoving her tongue inside of her maw and still keeping herself above her.

But just as sudden as she did all this, she wanted some care for herself, so she retreated her tongue from Ember and slowly withdrew her digits from Ember. A string of saliva bridged between them and Ember’s hazy eyes managed to look at the purple ones in front of her.

“Wh-Why did you…”

Amethyst took her soaked palm full of Ember’s juices and stuck it in her own mouth, moaning as she suckled the fluids off her claws. She closed her eyes and savored the wonderful dark, sweet nectar that came from the depths of her Dragon Lord. Ember still thought it was the most arousing thing she has ever seen.

Only suckling the heavy amounts of the liquid that dripped from her palm, Amethyst smiled and looked at her hoard maker.

“I don’t want to really take anything from you, just give you the pleasure you want.” A grin and a deep blush came to her. “I want to watch as you and Spike go at it. I want to see him plunge himself in you while you moan and beg for it.” She gave a brief look at the sleeping Smolder before focusing back on her. “I want to see you and her with him.”

Ember blinked at that, still in her high but slowly coming down from it. “Wh-What about you?”

She didn’t respond right away. She instead laid herself in between Smolder and Ember. She then reached over and grabbed Ember’s tail. She rubbed and massaged it, a soft moan of pleasure and tingles running up her spine The pink dragoness then used Ember’s tail tip to brush her leaking vent, moaning softly as she parted her labia and with a bit of force, began to feed her hole Ember’s tail and pulled Ember with it.

Ember watched almost wide eye at the display, as Amethyst forced Ember’s tail in side of herself. With her other arm, she pulled in Ember from her hips, reaching under and bringing the blue dragon nearly on top of her. She managed to then slide half of Ember’s tail inside of her, where she moaned as the tip brushed her womb and Ember’s excitement made her tail squirm and twist inside of her.

Once properly settled, she then reached with the same claw and returned it back to Ember’s vent, where she teased Ember once more by cupping and rubbing her mound, teasing her once more. She propped her legs up to arch her knees where she raised Ember’s legs to give her room to thrust. A good portion of Ember’s tail was inside of her and her fluids still managed to leak through between her tail and labia.

Ember moaned softly, feeling Amethyst dragging her claws over her drenched and leaking organ. She slid in a single digit into Ember, causing Ember to spasm, making her tail shake and twitch, making Amethyst coo in pleasure, releasing hot breathes next to Ember’s ears.

After a moment of just keeping her claw inside of her, Amethyst spoke. “As long as I have you,” she responded, sticking her tongue and running it across Ember’s snout. “I will always be satisfied.”

Ember gained enough sense to see from the corner of her eye, that Amethyst looked happy. It was more than just lust or joy from the pleasure, it was something else, something that she didn’t expect to see in her.

“D-D-Do you love me?” she managed to ask.

Once more Amethyst didn’t answer for she licked Ember once more before plunging her claws into her vulva and having Ember roar in europhia. The noise barely affected their sleeping coheart, making it that much easier for Amethyst to continue her drive at Ember.

She then began to thrust her hips against Ember’s tail, using her knees to keep her spread and using her hips to have Ember go in and out of her, while focusing on getting her tail to twitch or scrape her walls.

Both females moaned and growled in ecstacy, Amethyst doing most of the work to keep Ember satisfied but also trying to bring her own pleasure first. Her claws trying to touch every part of Ember’s walls, three were currently inside trying to deliver much pleasure as she could while the remaining two scratched her outer area, fueling Ember’s ecstacy.

The dragon lord’s juices fell and trailed down her body onto Amethyst’s while her own mixed and meddled with it, staining and drenching pillows all around them. If Smolder had trouble not being able to holder herself before from just Ember’s scent alone, this would surely not make it easier.

As they went on, their climaxes were fast approaching. Ember was breathing heavy and leaving gasp of smoke from her maw, moaning as her juices flowed freely at her approaching climax. Amethyst could feel her digits being squished and being tightened from Ember’s walls. Her own hole was squeezing and holding tightly to Ember’s tail and making it hard to trust. Using all of her remaining energy to achieve both of their climaxes, the pink dragoness pushed her limits and shoved her claws into Ember deep and filling while shoving as much as she could of Ember’s tail inside of her.

Both dragonesses climaxed hard, roaring a deafening screech that could probably be heard outside their caves. Ember squirted hard, thick streams of fluids shooting out from her body and sending her into heavy spasms. Her tail twitched and turned, fueling Amethyst’s own orgasam as she came hard around Ember’s tail and causing only a few squirts around the tail but making a lot of a mess as her fluids flowed freely and quickly from her body.

Her claws were flooded and coated in Ember’s sweet fluid, and she relished in it. Ember collapsed and panted heavily on Amethyst’s chest, feeling and hearing both of their fast beating heartbeats. Once more, Amethyst brought her coated claws of secretions and licked them clean while she waited for their highs to slowly descend. Ember had her eyes closed, but was still semi-conscious at hearing Amethyst moan as she suckled the juices that came from her body.

A minute passes before their hearts and chest stabilize into a steady breathing. Ember was slowly fading into sleep, her energy from pleasing Smolder and being pleased by Amethyst left her weak but satisfied. She then felt Amethyst move around and turned her head to see that she was reaching over Smolder. With a light tug, she managed to bring in closer the smaller dragoness to her own chest. She then used her wing to wrap around her. She then wrapped her other wing around Ember, releasing a happy sigh.

Ember allowed the gentle heartbeat from both of her hoard members to put her to a nice sleep, surrounded by their warmth, their scents and their…

“I do love you.” She managed to hear from Amethyst.

… their support. One with admiration… and the other her love. Darkness then enclosed her mind.

Author's Notes:

This is probably the best and longest one to date. Nearly 5000 words on 20 pages. I honestly put more effort into this one, because this will lead on to something later on in the story. Now, I originally had a threesome thing but for now, I stuck with this way because it was easier. Now, one thing that made this really intresting was that Amethyst was supposed to be straight, but I changed it. I changed it because we do not have enough gay dragons. I have read stories of m/m dragons, mostly Spike, but F/F dragons is... well if anyone could find one for me, that would be great.
The love that I want to build between Ember and Amethyst will come into focus on the main story, so keep an eye out for that,

My editors as always, RomeoDKat thanks once more. Also, it took me like two years to realize that the made up name for the pink dragon name, I called her Amethyst, was offically cannonized as Maar!
W T F.... Anyways, ill find a way to shove that in there somewhere and her weird... greeting thing too.

Thanks again for reading. I actually enjoyed writing this and hope you all enjoy that too!