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!