> A Scaly Encounter > by Plotpony > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > A Scaly Encounter > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- You’ve been in Ponyville for several months now, and after many strange and wondrous things that have happened to you, you’ve decided to take a rather lazy day at the Books and Branches library. Twilight was out, and most of the main six were with her. It was just you and the newest Daring Do novel. Ahhh the simple things in lif- Suddenly you heard a sound from the back of the library. “Shhh! Don’t worry, nopony’s here, you’ll be fine. We went in the back way.” “I should hope not! My reputation will be ruined!” says a lilting voice that you...recognize...somehow it seems...deeper.. You hear a sound, again familiar...the sound of scales against the floor. You’re used to hearing it from spike...but it sounds...bigger... You look towards the back door, only for it to burst open, Spike sails past your head screaming. He lands in a pile of books on the opposite side of the library. Your turn around your body preparing to fight whatever horror might be coming through the do- “I’M HIDEOUS,” yells that same voice from earlier. You blink. Out of all the things you were expecting it wasn’t this. It’s Rarity...only...it’s not... She’s the size of a car, Rarity has turned into a dragon, her white coat now turned into pristine porcelain scales, a purple frill arching down her back into her long, elegant tail. She’s still quadrupedal, but you can tell she could get up to her hind legs if she wanted...her hips are enormous...from here you can see the mucles in her large thighs flexing under smooth scales, leading to a rump that look surprisingly soft for such a creature, supporting that thickly scaled whiplike tail ending in long purple feathering pattern. It’s around this point in your analysis that she notices you staring. “SEE! I’M A MONSTER!” she cries, waving her ho-...Claws, about dramatically in the air, which gives you a fairly interesting view of her soft underbelly scales, they’re purple like the ones along her back, you can see around her belly there’s a little bit of chub there. You didn’t think dragons could have that, but her scales manage to make it look very appealing... “DON’T LOOK AT ME!” she cries, hiding her face under her claws in shame. Spike’s head pops out of a pile of books on the other side of the room. “Anon! Y-you’re not suppose to be here!” You really don’t hear him though you’re pretty sure he says something else. “Hideous?” you say in confusion. “...I think you look beautiful.” She pauses, totally still at that, uncovering an eye. “What?....” You take a step forwards. “I think you look lovely...You make a fine dragon...” you look around. “Um...what happened anyway?” Spike runs up to your side. “Twilight was testing a spell, Anon, she said you wouldn’t be here, listen to me, this is very important, Rarity’s-” Rarity moves faster than you thought something of that size could, she shoves Spike to the side, you’re not sure where he lands, her enormous form curls around you like a cat inspecting a mouse, her large eye near your face. You can feel her scales at your back. They’re just as soft as they looked. Their smooth texture giving a little under you as you press back against her belly. She’s warm, you expected dragons to be cold, you’d never been in contact with spike all that much, but you can almost feel it in her belly, that internal fire rumbling. “What did you say?” her breath smells sweet, like fine perfume. “U-um...” your voice seems to have gotten lost somewhere, you look around for Spike’s assistance, but all you can see is a sea of pristine white scales, rising and falling with her breath which seems....heavier for some reason. “I said...you look beautiful..” She pulls back a bit, her head held aloft on that long swanlike neck. “You do?...” she almost whispers. “Even like this?” Is that a blush you see under those scales? Suddenly her body leaves you, you almost fall over, cold from the sudden lack of her warmth. She stands on her hind legs a little ways away from you, her claws clasped in front of her in the most ladylike and...frankly attractive posture you’ve ever seen on a dragon... “O-oh my....Well I apologize for my...unladylike behavior earlier...Um...why don’t you clean yourself up..you seem to be sweating...I must be from the heat.” “What?..” you look down at yourself to find your short stained with sweat...probably not all from being so close to her. “Um...Nono...I’ll just change, it’s fine, just a little sweat.” She pauses, then nods. “Oh well if you’re sure, then that’s fin-AH-CHOO!” she sneezes quite dramatically, and suddenly you find yourself inches away from a tongue of purple flame. It catches the edge of your shirt and in moments it’s nothing but ashes clinging to your body. “Oh my...what an unfortunate accident...I really must insist you wash up, Twilight wouldn’t want you dirtying up her library.” You eye Rarity for a moment...this was...strange...that sneeze seemed too well placed... Spike appears out of the corner of your eye, running towards you. “Anon! Anon be careful around Rarity, she-” he’s interrupted as her tail lashes out sending him sailing through a nearby open window. Rarity gasps. “Oh no! Poor Spiky Whiky! I’ll go collect him. You shower.” she looks at you and you can swear she’s batting her eyes. The she turns and wanders towards the back door, her hips and tail swinging like a pendulum...a softly scaled pendulum...the bits of chub held up by those strong thighs jiggling with each step. You’re at a loss for what to do so you simply take her advice and step towards the bathroom. Twilight has remodeled recently, doing away with the small tub for a standup shower room, it somewhat reminds you of a japanese style shower, a simple faucet from the wall and a drain on the floor. Her usual frilly bookish things litter the room. You close the door and strop down, turning on the faucet, opting for cold water...you really needed a cold shower after that encounter... after meeting so many ponies you never really thought much about dragons. The only dragon you knew was Spike, and he had all the appeal of a wet Napkin...Rarity was... Suddenly you feel something very smooth, very soft, and very warm against your back. You look up to see Rarity ‘s face inches above yours, her tongue flicks out, it’s forked, long, and thicker than both your thumbs pressed together. It tastes the air, the thin tips flicking against your nose. “R-rarit-” “Shhhh” she whispers that tongue spooling out a little more to brush against your cheek. “It’s alright, no need to be alarmed. Ponies bathe together all the time. It is perfectly acceptable even though I am now more...scaled.” You could swear she’s purring. “Anon, do you really think I’m beautiful like this? Or were you just saying that?” You can feel her scales at your back, rising and falling with her breath, slick with water. It takes you a moment to find your words. “I..I meant it..” You feel her take a large breath behind you, shuddering on the exhale. Oh God, something’s up here...she’s pressing closer. “Oh Anon...” she breathes. “I’ve never noticed how debonair you were...” she’s lowered her head, whispering in your ear, her tongue tickling along the lobe as she hisses every word. She presses even closer, you’re smushed under her bulk, her scales encompassing your world. Suddenly Spike’s at the bathroom Window. “Anon!” he shouts waving his little arms. “Whatever you do don’t compliment her! Rarity’s not just a dragon, she’s a dragon in hea-” You fall to the floor as Rarity moves to the window in one fluid snakelike movement. She slams it shut before Spike could get another word out. Then turns back to you, a glint in her eye. He didn’t have the say anything more. The way she’s looking at you, and the way her large scaled hips are swaying as she stalks towards you like a lioness in search of an antelope, you know very well that you’re in trouble. “N-now Rarity...you’re not thinking clearly....” She takes another step forwards her claws clicking on the tiles, her rear swaying through the air, tail lashing like a snake. Her thick tongue tastes the air as she gets closer, slitted eyes lidded towards you. “I’m thinking clearer than every...tell me Anon, what do you like?” “R-rarity I don’t think...” Her eyes look into yours, they trace where you’re looking, right at her thick thighs and hips. She gives her posterior a glance. “Oh my, an ass man are you?...Well, I can help with that.” suddenly she’s on top of you, her claws holding onto either arm, the sharp points barely missing your skin. You try to say something but her draconic lips meet yours and you find that forked tongue winding around yours. You can feel your body responding. Damn, there really was no way out of this was there? She breaks the kiss a line of saliva connecting your lips to hers then she gets up and turns... You find yourself staring at her scaled behind, the smooth white scales shining as the water cascades down them, the cold shower steaming as it touches her hide, so warm it’s almost hot, then before you have time to register much of anything else, you find yourself buried beneath those scaley cheeks, you can feel them moving as her tail lashes through the air. Her scales are firm, keeping the chub of her rump in check as it pours over your form, you can hear her moaning, shifting atop you, she’s so large your world has become nothing but smooth, soft, hot white scales. She grinds on top of you, easily moving back and forth thanks to her slick hide and the cold water, steaming around you at the heat she’s building up, you can hardly breath, when suddenly you feel wetness above you that’s not from the shower, you hear her moan, ending in a roar, she’s worked you far between her cheeks, a wall of white on either side of your body, and your feet feel something not so scaled between her legs, she works you faster and faster, you sink lower and lower, until you start seeing pink, your back feeling a little nub as she works it across your body, your own boner pressed against the tiles. You’re thankful she’s soft or you would be crushed...plus you’re glad she’s soft for other reasons. Her moans and roars become louder and louder, you’re quite sure your foot is slightly inside her at this point. She’s using you as a toy, for her pleasure, and underneath her, you can do nothing about it. Good god you’re turned on. The pressure builds, your hands pulling at the flailing about as much as they can, half to try to pull yourself out, and half to feel more of her. The unique feel of those soft, hot scales, hiding muscles and pudge alike on top of you as she bounces. The pressure grows and grows until you fear not even her soft ass will save you. Then you feel a sudden wave of hot wetness around you and she slumps. You lay there in darkness for several moments before she slides off of you, her head turning towards you, panting. “Oh Anon...that was wonderful...thank you...” She kisses you again, her tongue invading your mouth, she’s so amorous it almost snakes down your throat. She breaks away looking down to your crotch, your member standing proudly at attention, her eyes lid again as her body once again curls around yours, pressing close from all sides as she forces you near her body. Her serpentine neck bringing her face closer to yours. Then her head descends to your crotch. Oh God...her tongue... You hardly have time to think. That thing slips out of her lips, thick and dripping with saliva, it wraps around the base of your member in a way no lover possibly could, slipping slowly up your member like a snake. She drags it out, making sure to draw every inch of that long, wet muscle against every single pleasurable inch of your cock, the tip wiggling about every time it stroked along the underside. You knew it was long, but you had no idea it was THIS long. It’s only a matter of seconds before only your throbbing head is peeking out from under its thick coils. She tightens with a little purr, her eyes looking up at you. The tip of her tongue poises above the head of your member like a cobra about to strike, drawing out all the slack from its intimate touch. Then it strikes. That forked tip flicking along the head, everywhere at once, sensual long strokes, followed by teasing flicks, you wriggle and writhe against her, but her body just tightens around you her slick soft hide pressing in on you from all sides. Her tongue tightens and releases in waves down your member, sliding slickly around it as that tip teases you, one of the forks even delving into your little opening every now and again. As you’re about to burst though, it tightens. So tight you can’t possibly cum. You open your eyes, looking down at her, begging. Somehow she manages to speak around her tongue. “Say please.” You’ve never yelled so hard in your life. She smiles, and releases, giving you a final little tease at your tip before you explode over her face. She milks every drop, her tongue keeping you in a state of bliss for upwards of ten minutes, your own lolling out of the side of your mouth. When you’re finally done, she draws her tongue, teasingly slow from your member, drawing every bit of seed from it, before licking over her own features with its incredible reach before it slurps wetly back into its home. It’s the last thing you see before you pass out from the pleasure. You awake blearily, turning to the calendar...It’s been two days...you turn your head to see Twilight, somewhat fuzzy in your vision, yelling at a regular Rarity, back on four hooves. Part of you is sad about that. She’s red as a beet, but as she sees you, she winks when Twilight looks away. You see someone else, someone close. Someone purple. . “Lucky.” Spike grumbles, before giving you a halfhearted kick. You chuckle. Yeah, you were....Though damn...now you’ve got a thing for scales. -Fin