Wearing a vibrant pink shirt that said ‘Caution: Hot Stuff’ Ember calmly walked into a bar, she stopped to adjust her form hugging pants slightly and was a bit nervous about trying to socialize. She didn’t bring any of her weapons, but that didn’t mean Ember was helpless as her body was a living weapon on its own accord. She walked up to the stool at the bar and sat down to wait for the bartender to attend to her needs.
It was nighttime where she was and possibly on a planet far away from Equus, Ember hardly ever went near that planet. The planet she was on was noted for its warm nightlife activities, the planet got just enough sun to stay warm and keep the vegetation alive and was almost near constantly dark thanks to its three moons. The gravity here was a bit light by a percentage based to Equus natives, but that wasn’t a problem for anyone
One thing of importance to know was that Dragons couldn’t get drunk, but alcohol still tasted nice to them and had a different side effect entirely. If a dragon imbibes spirits of a good enough potency their ability to breathe fire becomes exponentially better, as in they can breathe fire so hot it goes straight to white in the color spectrum in less than a second. All alcohol was to a dragon, was a way to charge up their fireball spitting abilities.
“Strongest stuff you got.” Ember spoke as soon as the yellow Plurt bartender moved over to her.
“Are you sure about that? You don’t look particularly suicidal.” This bartender had obviously never met a dragon before, so he wasn’t aware of the biological impossibility of a dragon getting drunk. She was a paying customer and she did slap down money for the entire bottle and he put a glass before her and started pouring.
“Yes, I can drink anyone under the table no problem. My species is talented for it.” In fact no dragon could lose a drinking contest; it was becoming a common joke for Ember to rob her bounty targets before cashing them in through getting them completely sloshed.
It was one of the easier methods for getting the less alert, more prideful and boastful idiots with serious bounties on their heads. Only the intelligent bounties know to watch their intake and to not challenge a dragon in alcohol drinking if they wanted to keep their liver. Right now Ember was actually not looking for trouble and was actually trying to spend a night on being social.
There was a loud clicking noise as Ember continued to slowly take in her drink, she looked out of the corner of her eye and saw someone aiming a gun at the back of her head. It was a material weapon from the looks of it, from the smell it seemed to be loaded with low grade metal. Wouldn’t even come close to piercing her scales, but it might scuff them and ricochet into someone with less capable skin. She was prideful of her scales and wouldn’t like it if this asshole damaged them, more importantly she didn’t want her well designed clothes to get damaged either after they were tailor made for her unique biology.
“Well, well, look at what we have here, someone who thinks she’s something special. Well come on then Flamethrower, let’s see how well you fight when your completely unarmed.” The human looked a little foolhardy for a twenty something jerk with short black hair and five o’clock shadow. His cocky attitude denotes the fact that he knew nothing of Ember or what she was capable of. He probably would have known better than to poke a resting dragon if he knew just what exactly she could do to him in the span of five minutes that wouldn’t be technically lethal. “I bet Daddy Dragon Lord would pay a pretty penny to get you back safe and sound princess.”
“Give me a second here; I want to finish my drink before I start kicking ass all over this bar. I’m going to preemptively apologize for that Mr. Bartender. Any damage I personally cause will be on me, but any damage this guy and whoever he’s brought with him are not my fault.” The bartender nodded and was prepared to duck when Ember started beating the ever loving shit out of everyone who was with this idiot. She finished off her current drink, passed it over to the bartender and pushed the bottle towards him. “Hold that for me will you? I’ll be back for it in the next twenty minutes.”
Slowly standing up and turning around Ember gave the human a look of contempt as he had a smug smirk on his face, it would soon be promptly wiped off when she finished him and whatever thugs he had off.
“You know, I came to a public and rather notably civilian bar to avoid such a thing as what you are starting here. If I had wanted some action I’d have gone to a Bounty Hunter Dive like the one just down the street from here. I wanted a quiet night to maybe socialize with random strangers, maybe talk with the barkeep about my woes, but no, you just had to go and ruin that idea.” Ember stayed where she was, but she shifts her tail slightly and stiffened it, her wings flexed preparing for combat and she could feel the alcohol bubbling in her body. The effects of alcohol tend have a prolonged lifespan in a dragon until they breathe enough fire to burn out the imbibed fuel, so as long as a dragon drinks regularly they would be nearly instant death at a hundred feet and guaranteed third degree burns at least another hundred feet more from there. Ember would just have to refrain from breathing fire unless she absolutely had to. “Just so anyone here with this guy knows, shoot at me and I will maim you. Damage my clothes and I will maim you all the harder for it as these clothes were made by my friends. Hurt a civilian and you die; no judge or jury will convict me for it. Finally you have to remember that you were the ones that started this. So if you start asking for mercy there will be none. There are plenty of things worse than death and I am one of them, as such I would prefer it if you called me something a little hotter like Inferno. Flamethrower is quite an understatement of my talents and I’m getting quite upset by the very fact that people are still calling me that. So tell me, you and what army thinks you can take me down?”
“Why the Kangen Mercenaries and fifteen of their best men of course, we’re being paid to deal with you so that you never cause the guys that did so anymore trouble and after we cripple your sorry ass we’re going to send you back to daddy dearest at a king’s ransom.” The man said with bravado, apparently thinking numbers was what was winning this day. He was a little uncertain when he saw that Ember didn’t so much as show an ounce of fear or bat an eye at the guys arranged against her. “Just so you know, you won’t escape Mit Kreed today.”
“Who said anything about escaping, this fight is quite unfair.” Here Ember smiled slightly at the thought, she started stretching out her muscles. Dragons were normally physically strong, but when you had a dragon that exercised and actually took care of themselves? You had Ember, who as a reminder dragged an almost five hundred pound sack of crap across most of Drixsto to get a bounty and carried at least a hundred pound spike covered metal bat while doing so. “Yes, it is quite unfair for you despite the fact that you have five Macropussians, three Caccerans, six Humans including yourself and a Pendaxon all ready to make an attempt on bringing me down. So how about we get things started?”
Going down onto all four limbs like a quadruped and with a mighty lunge, Ember tackled Mit Kreed in the midsection and they tumbled. In the midst of this multiple shots filled the space they had been occupying. Upon coming out of the tumble, Ember had the guy’s gun in her left claw and was giving him a vicious right hook to the jaw before swiftly shooting him in the left shoulder and right knee. She rolled away from his body out of the way of some energy weapons fire coming at her from behind, it was just the beginning for Ember’s night out.
Well she certainly got her chance to socialize, if only it was with friendlier people. Rarity came to mind as someone friendlier as Ember’s fist was plowing straight into a Caccerans skull. The mostly fox like mercenary went down with that single blow and was also swiftly relieved of his weapon.
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Rarity awoke with a yawn and stretched out and she would have rolled off the couch, but she looked before she did so. She could understand maybe letting Trapeze and Bernard bunk with them in an inn, but why did the diamond dog have to follow them as well? On the floor curled up was the diamond dog decked out in a red vest and black bejeweled collar with an orange diamond shaped tag hanging from it with nothing on it. The gorilla like dogs pockets were quite notably empty, especially so of crystals or jewels that diamond dogs were known to carry around and he looked particularly destitute. In her ever generous heart, she just knew she was going to invite him to come along to lunch with the rest of them.
Sitting up, she looked over the back of the couch to the bed and saw the adorable sight of Trapeze snuggling Bernard in a sleeping bag next to the bed, Bernard looked particularly comfortable in the earth pony’s grip. On the bed, Rarity was beginning to suspect Coco was suppressing her need to cuddle with others openly and after yesterday she wouldn’t tease Coco of needing something to snuggle like a big brave griffon. She slowly went to the bathroom and would be the first to begin freshening up for the day; yesterday had been hectic what with the questioning by the royal guard, Trap Bar and the Wonder Bolts on top of it all.
It was a little strange to Rarity that they allowed her to keep all the weapons she picked off of the terrorists, but Trap Bar apparently vouched for her and her friends characters. Sassy was going to be in medical for a while and Gilda was back to work as soon as she got off the Caravel Boutique and back aboard the Shining Jewel. She was pretty sure the griffon would likely die drinking coffee or at least holding a cup in her talons, because she was hearing of Gilda’s work ethic on building some kind of vehicle in the hangar and at an incredible speed to for making it entirely from scratch without Greta’s help.
Time to get in a shower, pop her back into shape and freshen up her face, today Coco and her had a lunch with Luna today. She had to look absolutely perfect for it, make a good impression and maybe make a dress for one of the most wonderful princesses around. Yes, today would be Rarity’s day to shine in the eyes of someone important.
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Ember was lifting an entire table and slowly heaving it in the Pendaxon’s direction, the table took quite a lot of shots from the five limbed frog menace… six limbs if you counted the prehensile two digit tongue. The large alien frog was giving her the most issues with his three weapons firing towards her general direction near constantly while he hopped around on his two other limbs. All it took was a table to the skull later and with a drop kick to the back of his throat when he let out a scream, the dragon foot entering his mouth at a good speed took him from the fight and from there things got much simpler.
Ember had already killed a Macropussian with a shot through her left eye that blew out her brains into some rather bloody chunks; the kangaroo shouldn’t have hit the poor guy in the bicep who was spending time with his girlfriend when this mess started. She had also killed two Humans, one that had a knife sticking out of his heart which was his own weapon of course and the other no longer had her heart as there was a wooden stake in it that was a leg broken off from a chair. One of the Caccerans had even been eviscerated having had their head physically ripped from their body. Ember was making it a very good point to not hurt others around her when she was their ultimate target, so far her clothes were only faintly covered in blood and she hoped it could still be washed out. The mercenaries were really beginning to falter by now and she did warn them that they were going to be held responsible for their actions.
“Come on; if this is all you’ve got then you better start running right now!” Pissing off a dragon was a bad idea, pissing off Ember Mcflame was far worse. Said dragon whipped out her tail and it wrapped around a charging human’s leg, with a swift jerk of her tail he fell onto his face where Ember turned and stomped down on his spine with a sickening cracking noise. He’ll live, but it would take a while before he would be able to walk again. “I meant away from me, I swear you guys are clinically insane!”
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The morning that Cadence had been dreading had arrived; Mi Amore Cadenza was absolutely dreading the time she was going to be spending in the presence of Chrysalis. She woke up and she knew today was going to be at Chrysalis’s mercy, whatever that involved as the contract was carefully worded. Celestia had assured her that Chrysalis would not do anything sexual to her, for some reason that didn’t ease her fears in the slightest. She was about to groggily get a bath in when a throat clearing made her stop.
“Ahem, princess I believe today is my day to have you as an escort.” Chrysalis walked into the bathroom knowing full well that Cadence was there and was about to take a bath.
“Chrysalis could you please at least wait, at least until I’ve taken a bath? I don’t know what an entire day with you will be like and I’d best get prepared for it.” The underlying sense of dread in Cadence’s mind grew worse when Chrysalis didn’t leave, but moved up closer to her. Other than that the changeling didn’t do anything but let her eyes drift from her head, to her barrel and finally onto her flanks that last longer than she was comfortable with.
“You’re not going to start your day without me are you? Are you already trying to break the contract?” Chrysalis watched as Cadence stiffened and it was clear that the princess of love had no understanding of what she meant. “The contract stipulates that we’re doing a lot of things together today until I free you or circumstances warrant it in a case of emergency. So for the next eighteen or so hours, you are mine to play with as I see fit as long as I stick to the rules of what I can and can’t do to you in the contract. Celestia didn’t state I couldn’t bathe you this morning, only that I could not touch you in places she labeled and clearly defined as inappropriate. Thankfully your butt is not on the list.”
“You can’t be serious.” Cadence stated flatly as Chrysalis crawled into the tub and sat down looking at her with a bright cheery smile that reeked of evil intention, she and the other princesses were quite well aware of the queen’s ability to abuse loopholes like no tomorrow. She had even read the contract personally and signed it, Celestia had asked her to do so carefully and it was to get Chrysalis’s help on things. It had all seemed so innocent at first, now she was beginning to see that she may have missed some things and this payment was just lasting for one day. Though the fine print said something about a year of being stuck looking like she did at the end of it all? She didn’t quite understand what that meant, but it could have been that bad. One look into Chrysalis’s eyes said it all. “You are, you are completely and utterly serious about bathing me.”
“You’ll have to wash your own teats and privates, but the rest of you is certainly free game while bathing together. Then we’ll play with your hair for while before I finish off with the makeover I’ve always wanted you to have.” A predatory lick of her lips had Chrysalis looking very happy to be here. “Oh and I will not ruin your relationship with Shining Armor, I’m in the business of spreading love… not destroying it. Also as a reminder, my species no longer needs love to live as we have two more things we could turn to for sustenance. One of which is easier to obtain than the other without upsetting anyone. Come on; let me show you what you were missing out on by not being my sexy mare. Even if I can’t do everything I’ve ever wanted to do to you, I can still do some of the things I now want to do more than ever and we don’t have all the time in the world with which to do it.”
“Okay… just don’t be weird about this day later or look too far into it.” Cadence stepped into the tub that started filling with hot water, feeling rather insecure with the changeling queen climbing in next to her.
“I would certainly only dream of it, now hold still. I’ll get most of your body and shampoo your mane and tail, and then you take care of your privates while I watch. You can wash me if you want; I’m certainly open to the idea.” Chrysalis smiled cheekily when Cadence whipped her head around to give her a flat look. “Celestia didn’t say I couldn’t watch you wash your privates, just that I can’t touch them. Now what shampoo do you like to use?”
“The strawberry lavender…” Before Cadence could continue she was doused with water causing her to reflexively close her eyes, then there was a tug on her mane and she felt two hooves gently rubbing the shampoo into her scalp.
“Now sit back and let me just caress you a bit, taking care of your body will be my job for the day.” Chrysalis tenderly scrubbed Cadence’s scalp even as the mare stiffened underneath her soft ministrations, soon she’d grab the soap and start working it over Cadence’s body. Until then she worked on the soft and silky mane that she ran over her hooves lovingly. “My you’re a tense one, then again I guess you have right to be.”
Chrysalis silently moved her hooves from the head full of wonderful feeling hair she would just like to take all up in a hoof and force Cadence to the ground with a sharp tug and ask her if she would submit to her lustful whims. Too bad she didn’t think the princess would go for it, she moved her hooves onto Cadence’s back and started putting pressure in the right spots. Disguising as a masseuse certainly helps one to train in the job and while she liked playing rough, now wasn’t exactly a time for that as Cadence was entirely unwilling to do anything like that. As such she just started to massage the tense mares back until she started relaxing enough for Chrysalis to start rubbing shampoo into her tail as she let Cadence rinse her mane out.
“You know, I would have expected you to grab my mane and try to ask me if I wanted to be claimed right here and now.” If only Cadence knew the dirty thoughts that passed through the queens mind as she scrubbed the mare’s tail.
“It’s bad business for a changeling to touch a married mare unless her husband died in an accident, also no I don’t mean that a changeling would forge an accident to take their place. Our race has a proud history of keeping the love going legally thank you very much.” It wouldn’t surprise Chrysalis if she were to later find out that Cadence was psychic, but that had been a pretty close guess as to what she actually wanted to do to Cadence right here and now. She was following the contracts stipulations and not playing rough, also because Cadence was a married mare in general and she was the princess of love those ideas would have been bad to attempt anyway. Some mares actually like being grabbed by their manes and tossed to the floor before being treated like a slave, that kind of foreplay was always fun when you could find a good submissive. Still though, she’d just have to ask. “What if I just grabbed your tail instead and take a good look under the carriage?”
“Wouldn’t that be against the contract?” Cadence asked as if she were unsure, then she felt her tail being lifted high up and she looked back to see Chrysalis taking a gander underneath her tail. “Could you not do that?”
“Well I can’t touch, but I sure can look at least, that Shining Armor is a lucky bastard. So what kind of soap do you use?” The bathing continued from there with Chrysalis cleaning the mare’s body in silence after she learned the brand Cadence used. Cadence decided to get some revenge and started washing the wet Chrysalis’s mane; she didn’t back away and actually smiled. “If this is your form of revenge, then you’re not doing it right.”
“Well we’re both not leaving this bathtub until you’re clean as well and the contract doesn’t state that I can’t touch you.” Here a predatory look crossed Cadence’s face and Chrysalis wondered if teasing Cadence had been worth it, after the moment Cadence started teasing her body the changeling decided that yes there were no regrets. Heck Cadence was surprised to get a few pointers from Chrysalis on how to please a stallion, though the discovery of a lifetime was found out by Cadence when she checked under Chrysalis’s tail. “You’re a virgin? You know so many innuendos and sexy things though and you’re an endless stream of them around Celestia and Luna! Heck I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the one that corrupted Twilight into reading those kinds of books.”
“Well excuse me princess, but I was saving myself for someone special… after all I did try to marry you while you were disguised as Shining Armor. Let that sink in for a moment.” After that Chrysalis forgot she left something out, such as her knowledge of how to make an innuendo. “Oh and changelings have a vast and extensive history of sexual knowledge that is still quite effective concerning how many mares and stallions are marrying my kind these days. Who do you think wrote Ka-mare Sutra? It was one of my people; a changeling wrote and published that book to promote love for the gathering! Is it any wonder stallions learned to actually please mares correctly?”
“Shining and I used Ka-mare Sutra to… so that anonymous book wasn’t from Twilight. Here I thought Twilight might have been some kind of hidden sexual deviant, oh goodness, all the little hints of thanks to Twilight. No wonder she looked so confused, my sister-in-law must think I’m a pervert, but it was you that sent us that book as a wedding present!” Here Cadence’s eyes went blank and her mind probably flat lined, if she were to be hooked up to a heart monitor it probably would have to appear as if it stopped. Chrysalis just smiled smugly at her and waggled her brow suggestively, making Cadence come back to reality. “That certainly explains quite a lot, so is it Celestia or Luna?”
“Either of them really, but Celestia and Twilight work too well together. I just can’t interrupt that kind of relationship with a third wheel like me. I think I’m closer to Luna, but she’s pretty dead set on marrying her shotgun and she’s really, really odd to be around for prolonged periods of time.” It was around this point that Chrysalis started rinsing off her mane in a shower of water as Cadence started to tentatively working on her tail a little silent. “I’m not nearly as lucky as I would like to be, my flat butt has yet to earn me a worthy suitor and a queen will not take someone to bed full on at the drop of a hat. The worse I would actually do to you, taking into consideration that you’re married, would be mostly considered assisted masturbation. I’d touch, but I’d never go too far unless I knew it was love that got us there.”
“I now feel rather conflicted about pitying you.” Cadence stated all of the sudden as she started scrubbing Chrysalis’s fur covered chitin feeling a little less anxious than she was a second ago. “On the one hoof you’re evil; on the other you suck completely at finding love personally on a scale I can’t actually fathom now considering that you’re the changeling queen.”
“You shouldn’t pity me after the things I pulled, especially if you tried even half the more painful things in that book I sent Shining Armor. Some of it was well annotated with my torture room notes; triple checked my facts as I wrote them too. There are Changelings that actually are that promiscuous and masterful at the sexual arts. My love gatherers are still around, only they are more open about their intentions nowadays. They currently own the red light district here in Canterlot and in Manehatten, they double nicely as information brokers and know how to keep the brothels clean and classy. In particular they help support ponies whose special talents are meant for those particular regions if you get my drift, my changelings certainly keep them safe from the less friendly customers and they pay in real true love quite well.” Here Chrysalis shook her head and continued on with a giggle in her throat, it was nice to get along with Cadence even if she was already taken. That wouldn’t last long with what she was about to do to her, unless she actually came to like it in the end. “Thank goodness changelings are immune to sexually transmitted diseases and can’t transmit them themselves. We’d have likely been found out ages ago if that were a real problem. Another reason to not pity me is that I’m about to give you a rather drastic makeover that you will have to keep for an entire year.”
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Ember calmly sat at the bar with several groaning, bloodied bodies underneath her rear end and she tapped the counter. The bartender sat down her previously used glass and paid for bottle of the good stuff before her. There were medical personnel on the scene dragging away the corpses and tending to those incidentally injured in the skirmish.
“Sorry about the chairs, that table, a few of those broken bottles, the floor, the walls and maybe a bit of everything else. Heat of the moment kind of thing, I hope you understand.” Here Ember paid him for all the damages she personally incurred to his bar, she was willing to help him pay off the rest with the bounties from some of the guys she was sitting on.
“Well that was the most action I’ve seen in a while, so would you like to talk about things?” The Plurt heard her reason for coming to his bar and she needed someone to talk to. “Heard you need someone to be social with, I’m a good listener and I do happen to be a bartender. So in the name of socializing, I have a surefire method for getting bloodstains out of clothing if you’re interested in hearing it. Someone special to you helped make them I assume?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” A pretty prissy unicorn pony fluttered through Ember’s mind and made her blush lightly.