Dragon Tales
Lessons on Dragon Reproduction
(Contains - Small dragon, two large female dragons, teaching, licking, oral, cunnligus, teasing, clawing/fingering?, marking, excessive fluids, semi-incest, scents, taboo like structure, and more.)
Takes place before the ending of the Promise Eternal. Read that to avoid spoilers
“So my son, do you wish to begin?”
A small shy, nod came from him. “Good, then let’s start with the basics, shall we?”
She turned to her snoring mate and leaned over to give her a small nip to her neck. “Zyn, love… it's time to wake.” She bit on her neck, where her head connected and stirred the larger scarlett dragoness.
A groan left her mouth and her eyes twitched, trying to continue her late slumber. “For what, love?” She croaked. “We have nothing to do today.” A small whine left her, earning a chuckle from Spike. It reminded him a bit like Twilight after a long night reading and then, having something to do in realization on that morning.
“Oh but we do love,” She then leaned down to whisper right into her ear hole, giving small puffs of air to tickle her senses. “Our son is trying to impress a certain female. He needs help with understanding courting and… mating!” She purred the word into her ears, causing her eyes to shoot open and her maroon eyes to fall towards their son, who gulped at the sudden focus of his larger mother. A blink and then relizatio.
She raised her head and turned to her mate, who had a pleasant grin. “Truely?” She received a nod and turned to Spike. Instead of being ecstatic like her mother, she was more curious than anything. “And… you are fine with us teaching you Spike?”
The teen drake gave an affirmed nod albeit with hesitation. “I don’t think there is anyone else to teach me. I already told mother that I learned from my pony family but because dragons were so hard to study, they knew so little.”
“And Saphira also tried to teach him but I believe she also went overboard.” She added in with a grin.
Surprise washed over Zynthia as she raised her head to grasp the situation. “You didn’t even listen in on Saphira’s lessons about mating?” She was in disbelief, which confused the little drake more at his mothers’ view on the dragoness. Did he miss something?
“Why is Ember’s mother so… no wait, why are you two infatuated with her? Like is she some sort of expert or something?” He didn’t dare call Ember’s mother a sexual deviant or something but it was hard not to think that one female dragoness could have a rep for something like mating, especially from his own mothers.
“Oh dear Spike, she is one of the few dragoness that during her earlier days with Torch, would go into details on how Torch and her would rut like teenagers!” His mother practically praised out loud.
“And it always made so many of the ‘nesses’ jealous when she spoke out loud about how she would always receive pleasure in return, never left wanting.” Zynthia finished, a small twirl of her tail in the air in exaggeration. She shifted her posture as her attention remained on her son. “Many of us had never heard of dragons doing some of the things that they do!”
“Saphira traveled outside of the lands for most of her first century,” Eliyinsa added, shifting once more where her haunches met her mates and soon, a unique scent started to set in the area. “She would speak about the sights she has seen, the lands she explored and the creatures she has interacted with. But none so more, is that she has viewed and studied-” A flick of her tail in excitement, “-how many creatures of many types mated in a variety of ways.”
“Diamond Dogs, Abyssinians, griffins, ponies, seaponies, and more.” She paused as she realized that she now outloud made Ember’s mother, Saphira, one of the most well respected and well known dragons in the lands, look like a perverted stalker or explorer of the carnal arts… which wouldn’t be to far off from the truth. While her knowledge was grand, it came out wrong to certain ears. “In any case, I presume when she began to talk about it, you were red shaded and tried to hide, even though she continued on.” Another pause from him without a response and she gave her son a cheshire grin. “I bet she even asked if you knew that basics of mating or if you lacked any knowledge of proper technique?”
A blush filled nod left him, almost making him wonder if his mother was reading his mind again… or she knew this dragoness so well that she could already tell what his reaction would be. Regardless, he sighed with his red tinted cheeks. “Yeah,” He grumbled more at the accuracy but relented.
Still, the more the conversation carried out, the more he realized that not only was this lesson turning into something else, the scents of his mothers continued to grow and he shamefully tried to hide the fact that, despite not getting much details from any of them, he was still having vivid visuals of Ember’s mother.
He shifted on his legs, trying not to show his discomfort, yet his mother noticed this way too early on.
“Oh son, have no shame in feeling or thinking about it,” His mother assured him. “Saphira is a beautiful female, no doubt about it.”
“Yes, a very appealing dragoness,” Zynthia purred. “But while she is mated, it goes to show you that there is very little to hide out here. Her very discriptive nature towards mating or sex as many of the younger ones call it, have eluded to mass increase of satisfised lovers. It got to the point, where she personally would gather groups of dragonesses, while Torch had groups of dragons, together and they would share their exploits.” She giggled with glee as she remembered quite a few. “And while she was regarded as a sexual deviant at first, many have come to respect that she has more knowledge on the pleasure of a body then most know the full functions of a dragon. Scrolls were even written in her knowledge by the archivist Blacktip, and stored in vaults. Many were copied and even given to those that could read from them.”
Why did this not bother him anymore? Why was talking about all of Ember’s mother’s exploits and knowledge seem all of a sudden… natural now? It was so eased to see that the effects were strong and unhindered to the point where just the tip of his own arousal began to spread his slit and emerge. Not only that, but the scent of his mothers’ arousal was starting to integrate into his nose, with his nostrils flaring and taking in their scent with ease. Was this normal?
“Oh my… son, have we excited you?” His mother teased. Instantly, he saw his shame peeking out and quickly covered up by shoving both of his claws over his privates. His face blushed fully red in embarrassment, while his momma tittered lightly and his mother cooed to him in amusement. “Spike our son, you have nothing to hide. I do apologize for causing your arousal and if you want us to stop, we will.”
It was an honest response to his shame but it felt so naturally weird that he was feeling aroused by his mothers. Now, they were not his birth mothers, but it still didn’t help that he found them as such.
Shaking his head but keeping his claws over his nethers, he gave a gulp and looked up. “I-I-I need to k-know this now, if not I-I might r-r-regret it later.” And to his shame and utter terror, he took in a deep whiff of the two arousing females and felt his pride grow even stronger, to the point where his phallus pushed hard against his claws. He began to shake at this point, even looking down shamefully on to the floor. “I-I-I like the s-s-scent!” He admitted in a low manner, but it was heard by them nonetheless.
Wrapping a large wing around him and shielding him outside of the view of the rest of the cave, only their heads and himself were seen, making it that much more private.
“Will this help?” In truth, the privacy did help a bit more, but the worst part was, that because it was now an enclosed area, their arousal almost overwhelmed him and it felt like a warmer area to begin with. His pride finally reached full mass and he could no longer push down on it hard enough to show that with his increased size in body over the year, the rest of him grew as well. Prior to his molt and growth, his phallus was a few centimeters due to his adolescence and when he and Ember had tried to mate, it would have not accomplished much.
A growth on his end and a growth on another end, he was taller then the palm that tried and failed to cover it. It twitched with anticipation and was rigid, not quite throbbing but slowly showing signs of its early stages to begin something. The small barbs that were located on the sides were flared all the way up to his pointed tip. He had a bulbous base that was slightly engorged, where his own claws couldn’t fully wrap around the base with how thick he had gotten.
He relented and fell back from being overwhelmed by his mothers. His body cushioned against his mother’s arm, fully exposed to them and while he knew that there were size differences between them, he still felt inadequate to them being this exposed.
His mothers disagreed.
“My, my...” His momma gave a small coo with amusement. “You certainly have grown son and, while I am glad that you are still growing, I hope that Ember will appreciate the ‘length’ you will go through to please her.” When she said the word ‘length’ she gave a small puff of air over his body, sending a small shiver to him.
His mother nuzzled the top of his head. “Your mate… mates, will truly enjoy this if you know how to use it correctly.” She then lowered her head down his body, where she gave another nuzzle, this time to his lower head. He stiffened upon contact and a soft, uncontrolled shaky sigh left him. She gave a small flick of her tongue on him and he gasped, freezing.
“I-I-Is this n-normal?” he asked, shaken with pleasure but his curiosity and pony raised mind pushed through enough. They both paused.
‘“What’s that?” His mother asked.
He swallowed, their scents strong, his arousal stronger but his mind was still working like crazy trying to understand his situation. “I-Is this r-right for u-us to do?”
While it was a simple one, it was one that they felt would be self explanatory. Yet the question was one they realized was not of fear but of how his viewpoints were slightly skewed by his family’s upbringing.
His momma gave a small hum and looked at his eyes, temporarily ignoring his arousal. “While your ponies have rules and views on the topic, the taboo is not as ridiculed or as ill as they see it. It’s no secret that we partake in the acts, it is not as public due to little or any dragons that cares. Regardless, just like Saphira was willing to teach you without restraint or fear from us, learning something like this only ensures that proper education is given to the young.”
His mother, her head over his own, licked the top of his short horns in affection, not in an arousing way, but the way she does when she shows her love for him and her mate. “But if it eases your mind and heart son just remember, that we and you ‘have no blood relations’; that your upbringing may be embedded in your mind, but our relation to you is that of ‘caretakers’. Let that ease your turmoil.”
In a weird way, it did ease his thoughts on the taboo, but it also internally saddened him that it was like this. His mind clashes with pony ideals while he needs to gain much knowledge from his mothers was also competing and infuriating to his draconic heritage.
He inhaled and exhaled, letting what was essentially a claw on demonstration of ‘mating’ amongst other things, that was being taught. For now though, he let his mind go and allowed himself to enjoy the scents of his non-biological mothers, fill his lungs with their arousal and let his mind enjoy the moments.
“Okay.” He said softly, his eyes half lidded, now really taking in the full effects of their states bathe him over.
Getting the approval, they decided to really show how things worked first before they indulged any further. The scarlet dragoness gave a small purr, as she unfurled herself and rose to her feet.
His eyes blinked several times in disbelief at what he saw when she stood. There was a giant puddle of where she had just laid on and from between her two legs, he saw small globs of secretions dripping from her vent and running down the sides of her legs.
He gave a low, audible gasp when he saw the amount of fluids that had just come from his momma. His mind was reeling at the amount that she had created in such a short time. Was it because of him or because of their own arousal?
She moved a bit outward to give space before she turned her body around so that her legs now stood where he was at and she laid on her side, spreading her hind legs to fully expose herself to him. In hindsight, the view truly made him understand how big the scarlet dragoness was. Her vent was somewhat gabbing, a horizontal pink hole, creating a mass amount of thick, gooey fluids that were semi transparent and dripping out with a slight whitish hue to it. A thought so absurd and so arousing came, that it caused a soft spasm to run through his body.
‘I could fit inside of her,’ That thought alone made him shiver and to almost want to throw himself inside the pink walls of his momma. To fully enter her hot depths and bathe in her nectar. More thoughts came of his mind that played from fantasy to dirty amongst other things. He wanted to bury himself in there, to be surrounded by warmth and heat. To coat himself in her fluids and have her scent all over him and truly be as close to her son as possible.’
He hadn’t realized that each thought seemed to translate to the throbs of his organ, quaking as he continued his mental fantasies. His mother noticed this, though she kept her son focused on her mate. He had yet to notice that Eliyinsa had slowly shifted her hind legs as well to the side, exposing her own nethers but they were for her mate who eased her way into pleasing her.
With her needs being handled, she began slowly. “While I have no doubt that your pony family has taught you well,” A small paused a shiver took her. “-They may have taught you the basics. Males and females, which organs belong to who and perhaps… the reproductive cycle, correct son?”
Despite the dazed look and the warped mind playing on his hormones, he managed to nod against her arm. A small sigh left her as her mate nuzzled her nethers, teasing her like she was doing to, perhaps telling her to get on with it.
“Well, while I feel like we can skip that part, I do want to point out a few things. The first is that the smell of a female does change with age. Do you remember Ember’s scent when you two tried to mate the first time?” While his mind was hazy with his mother’s scent in his face as well as visual, a small memory came up where he almost lost his own mind to her scent. He had pulled… or the more appropriate word was… yanked her inside her pillows and she tried to explain her own way of mating but it didn’t last long. He buried his head between her legs, licked her fluids up and both climaxed without them actually mating.
Giving a memory another look, this was tame compared to what he was enduring here. Another nod. “While what you two had done was pure instinct, I want you to remember that both of your emotions are involved. That you should think of one another before you jump in on it together.” She then used her claw to gently rub his phallus, just barely using any strength to move it back and forth, side to side, rubbing his barbs and the boulb at his base.
The stimulation felt odd against her massive hard claw, but due to her gentleness, it was generating the necessary reaction to start what would be considered a masturbation session. “These barbs can be a benefit for you both or it could hurt her more than anything.” She pushed it against him, straining his organ a bit, causing a small grunt from it. “I want you to understand that because she is taking this, that you let her lead. You let her be on top and to let her go slow. Never rush it or it may damage her physically and your relationships.”
She then leaned down, her large snout hovering over his organ and blew a small puff of hot air. “As you grow older and bigger, so will this. The barbs may even extend to be pointed outward and will start to hurt your partners. If you want to avoid this, mate regularly or stroke yourself so the barbs remain un-rigid and flexible but still able to pleasure them. If you want to last longer though, avoid having them completely bottom out on you, for stimulating your base will cause you to finish faster.” With her mouth so close, it became inevitable that the session would continue to something different. She let her tongue roll out and give his phallus a small brush with the tip of her pointed tongue. While dragon tongues were thin, her size still felt gigantic compared against him.
She gave a small lick, running it from his tip, down the middle with her small forked split brushing his barbs and causing him to shiver with pleasure as she did this. Pre began to ooze from the tip, slowly with the stimulation. She lapped it up and down, causing small spasms of pleasure to roll up and down his spine while he stifled half moans.
His mother watched this and stopped, causing him to gasp heavily at the amount of pleasure his mother just dished out with her tongue. He never experienced this amount of physical bliss in his life. His mind had already long forgotten about the taboo aspect, letting the lesson continue and to hopefully experience a good climax from this. “Are you enjoying yourself then?”
A shaky nod and a half lidded look was given.
“Good. The last part for the male side is that as you get older, bigger, your seed thickens. For now, it may come thinner, more like water and won’t contain as much fluids as an older male. It will thicken over time to carry your seed and stay in the wombs of your females.” She another lick before just the end of her pointed snout took his length in. He almost jumped at the hotness and sudden feeling of her mouth around his shaft. In that moment, it felt like she might bite it off, but instead he felt her tongue and mouth suckling at his tip.
Her mouth remained on his shaft but her eyes focused on him, seeing his different reactions, his distorted eyes and hoping that she could break any sense of fear or apprehension of what families can do to one another. She did this until he finally relaxed and allowed himself to be pleased by his mother until she stopped, earning a whine from him.
“You will release son, but I want to continue on before you do.”
The disheartened sigh that left him was heard by his momma. “Stop teasing him, Eliy!” She gave her mate a small nip near her nethers, causing her to hiss in slight discomfort. “Get on with it.” She then continued her own session against Eliyinsa’s own dripping arousal. A grunt left her followed by a soft moan, she returned to using her claw to stroke Spike once more.
“Sorry my son. I guess we are getting a bit off topic now. Let’s continue.” She then motioned towards the oozing vent of her mate. “As I said early on, about how males change as they get older with their seed being thicker?” A nod was received and she gave another lick on his shaft before she continued.
“Well, the scent changes as the female gets older, more mature.” She lifted her claws and leaned close, pointed to the vent that continued to secrete fluids. She scooped a large glob of it with her claws, letting it drabble between her claws before bringing it close to Spike’s face.
He almost jumped when it came close, the smell overpowering his senses and dulling most of his higher brain processing. “It becomes thicker, heavier with smell and while it can be used to draw in the male, it serves other functions.”
She then brought it over to him and let it fall on his body. The size difference had a large drop of her fluids land and coat most of his body in it. “You can be marked by it so that other females will know you are taken or other males.”
While Spike had talked about inheriting his mothers’ scents on him, he didn’t realize that this was what it meant to be scented by them so he could feel like their actual spawn born son. Perhaps merely rubbing on him or something else… but this seemed to be something else. She brought it up to his head, his eyes going close as the thick goop was now in proximity of his mouth and nose. “Give it a taste, son.”
With his higher integrity of his intelligence running mostly on instinct, hesitation left him and he leaned out to lap a sample of his momma’s nectar. A weird, thick texture graced his tongue, reminding him of drinking syrup straight out the bottle. There was some streamlike feeling within the fluids the clung to his mouth and slowly began to settle in his mouth.
The taste was however different. While Ember’s was sweet like he remembered, his mother told him it was different when they matured. Not nasty in any way, though slightly bitter but a tangy flavor exploded in his mouth, to the point of overwhelming his taste buds in multiple points. Savory was a word to choose from his list but it was more than that. Pheromones, instincts and something coming close to overdrive was filling every piece of his mind and body. He wanted more and he was about to seek out the source of it.
His mother seemed to recognize this and quickly snapped him out of it. She flicked the fluids off and away, before he could sample more and lose control. “That my son is what females use to keep their mates with them.” Her eyes glowed briefly in bright violet, effectively shielding his mind from his instincts and robbing him of the momentum of trying to gain more.
He felt the effect, feeling his mind return to him and he blinked. He saw her eyes meet his, the violet glow on them shined for a moment before they ceased their glow. He blinked and his mouth opened up to demand an answer.
“Why-”
“Because I want you not to be ruined by lust.” She answered with conviction. “I want you to try and remember everything as you go on. Don’t let your lust let you dive in blind and hurt your mates.” She then pushed her claws into her mate’s vent, earning a moan from her. The strange part was, she kept her eyes on Spike as she did this. “I know who my mate is, I know how she likes it and I know what her limits are. You however don’t. Remember that your mates work differently, they do not work the same.” She twisted her claws, rotating them back and forth, sinking in then pulling out.
Spike felt shivers at watching the display, trying to focus on his mother. The squelching sounds made it difficult as well as the fountain of fluids that dripped from her.
“When you and Ember mate, you let her be on top, you let her lead. Then slowly and over time take over. She’ll let you know what she is comfortable with. If she is not, then stop immediately.” Eliyinsa gave a short moan as her mate was now really pushing into her. This whole time she tried to remain stoic and teach her son but now that she was pleasuring her mate as she taught, she was receiving a good amount back. Spike was still transfixed by his mothers, their comfortableness with mating around him was truly beautiful in a way.
Zynthia was really buried into her mate’s legs, digging her tongue deep into hot depths and slurping all her excess fluids, trying to get more… proper reaction out of her mate. Eliyinsa was shifted from the back, her body half turned upwards as her mate dug deeper and strained to bring her mate to an orgasm.
Eliyinsa’s head then focused on him, as the last moments of her own intelligence began to slowly waiver and lust began to replace her. “L-L-Lastly… is the marking.” Eliyinsa huffed, straining as a moan threatened to escape her. “When you are reaching your peaks, you will n-n-notice that she will be very… very wet and will cover you in her fluids.” A hearty moan left her and she twirled her claws within her lover. She also leaned down and brushed her head against his whole body, letting his organ brush against her lower jaw and stimulating him once more.
“Let her! Let her spill herself onto you.” Her tongue lapped up against his lower half body. He shivered and twitched, as the returning physical touch on his body began. His shaft was pulled by her tongue; nice and hot that felt so wonderful, already with just a few strokes of her tongue had felt the beginning stages of his impending climax.
“When she is done,” she continued with each passing lick, also continuing her claws penetrating her beloved, pistoning them in and out of her large walls and spreading her fluids across the floors and her arm. “S-She will roar out in the sky with flames. She will expose her neck and you will bite it! Arhhhh!” A gush of her own fluids just filled her lover’s jaws and earned a hearty moan from the back. Zynthia continued, not satisfied with one orgasm, she pushed for two. Knowing this, she also redoubled her efforts to bring this session close to its end.
“When you b-bite her… that will mark you a-and her t-together! Mhmm….” She flicked her tongue across him, tasting the small droplets of his seed across her tongue. The slightly salty and thin texture of it told her that it would be a while before he would be able to bear any young… yet. But that was a warming thought and with it she pushed on. “Sink your teeth into her neck… hrrrmmm…. then release and roar into the skies are you signify you union!” Short moans left her as her secondary climax quickly approached. With her lesson done, she sank her claws deep into her mate and targeted all her spots within.
She focused on Spike lapping against his whole body to bring her son to a climax. Feeling the end close, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her muzzle as she continued to stroke and caress him with her tongue. A soft groan left him at the approaching feeling of his first climax in a year. In that moment, the trio of dragons connect more to one another then before, as the feeling of love comes closer than before.
Spike due to his young adolescence, was the first to approach his end and he began to hump against his mother’s mouth in desperation to spill his seed. He half moaned against her face as he thrusted into her, her mouth closed tightly so he could get off quicker.
As her tongue worked from within, her moaning vibrated against him, issuing a faster release. With a small growl, he dug his claws into her scales, not hard enough to pierce her, he thrusted once, twice, thrice and then groaned as he felt his load shot from his tip and coat the bottom of his mother’s tongue in white hot seed.
The volume against her tongue was little but for him, it was grand and with a year of not touching himself, it felt strong. Rope after rope of his essence bathed her lower tongue; curling her tongue to keep it within, she gave a small moan as the taste and texture continued to hit her taste buds.
Spike’s mind went hazy as he humped against her, his claws still on her but she made no remark. His orgasm was intense, his whole body jerked at each twitch, at each shot that left him, the amount he felt would actually flood Ember’s womb was remarkable.
His mother seemed to think so, as the volume while not big for her was truly big for a drake his size and perhaps… the year was spent building up for it.
A surprise came from her not a moment later, as another orgasm tore through her own as her mate finally triggered it. She restrained herself from biting with her son’s own orgasm still happening in her mouth. Her moan did seem to keep it going for a bit longer and he held her tightly as she came. The fluids she spilt were long sought after by her mate, already used to the amount she splashes and ready for it.
Her claws plunged deep into her mate; twirling her claws as deep as they could and finally triggering her mate’s own release. Her walls squeezed around her wrists, preventing it from moving, not long after which a massive gush of thick fluids poured from her vent. The orgasm was strong enough to shot past her arms and even reaching Eliyinsa’s face and Spike’s body.
In such a messy fashion, Zynthia’s powerful orgasm almost created a large puddle around her legs, while her mate and son had gotten the strongest pulse of her ejaculation, covering part of them.
Spike felt indifferent about it at the moment, still reeling from his climax. He gave a small sigh as he finished, letting his organ relax. With his energy drained, his mind gone, he fell back once more against his mother’s arm.
Her son releasing, Eliyinsa finally had a moment to breathe and she swallowed by instinct, taking Spike’s seed in her mouth. A sigh of content seemed to leave her as the small drabble of fluids ran down her throat. Her own body twitched as her orgasm slowly eased, while her Zynthia’s body twitched and still held her wrist within her tight walls.
Slowly and surely, the trio of dragons allowed their bodies to ease down from their recent session. While it felt like it was more than just a lesson, Eliyinsa and Zynthia felt closer to Spike now, knowing that this was shared like a blood born family would.
The black dragon saw her son settled and was still dazed. His organ began to return to his slit while still coated in his momma’s fluids. Knowing he may like it but might ruin the scent on him with Ember, she began to clean him up.
She lapped up her mate’s fluids off him, making sure that little to none remained. As she did, Spike slowly returned to reality, feeling the giant tongue of his mother over his soaked body.
It reminded him of the first time since he woke up as she did this. The feeling of her giant tongue over his body, cleaning him up as he slowly returned to the world. In a weird way, this felt wonderful, not just because of what had just happened between them all, but because this seemed to bring them all that much closer, it connected him with them on another level.
Once cleaned, he and Eliyinsa’s eyes met. While it was one of love, there was also understanding. More so than before and he was happy to finally feel his heart intuned with them.
After a few hours more, he would emerge from his cave cleaned, different and with a sense of purpose. He knew what he had to do to please Ember and he would do so with all the love he could and all the knowledge he gained.