And you somehow managed to screw it up...
"Here it is, sir," the village elder solemnly proclaimed, his rustic voice barely audible to you over the wind's ever constant, frigid howl. Despite his graying age and walking staff, you couldn't help but be at awe at how the years had done very little to hinder his stamina and mettle, as he had diligently led you up the snowy mountain side when no one else would.
"This really it?" you ask, studying the extensive cave entrance before you, your hand resting readily atop your sheathed sword's pommel as you pull your furred cloak closer to your armor for warmth.
Hands gripped on his staff hesitantly, and his own cloak fluttering with the wind, the elder nodded.
"We believe so. I've yet to see it for myself, but many in the village swear by it! The last time we had one, this was where it resided, so it only stands to reason. Thankfully, it hasn't come down to the village yet, but it's only a matter of time!" Taking a few steps closer to you, his voice took on a more pleading tone. "S-Sir! They speak very highly of you--he who is not equine and is from another world. They say you're a slayer of beasts, even dubbing you 'The Slayer' in some parts! So, please, I--I beseech you! For the well being of our homes, if there is one, you must--" Raising a hand, you silence him.
"Whoa there--you've already led me all the way up here, so I'm pretty sure that means I've taken the job."
Hearing that, the elder's mouth formed into a wide, grateful smile.
"Oh thank you, kind slayer, thank you!" Wait, he's not gonna...aw geez... Yup...he's groveling... Why do they always do that?
Steel plated gloves rubbing nervously at the back of your neck, you look away. "Eh...you can get up... There's uh, there's really no need for that." Immediately the elder scrambled onto his hooves.
"Oh, apologies! I'm just...overjoyed to hear a champion such as yourself will be answering our humble village's call for aid. My, if I was a decade or two younger, and perhaps braver, I'd even consider assisting you. Ah, but alas, I am much too ancient, and such perils are for the young."
Giving him a small, contained smile, you place your hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I wouldn't count myself short just yet. You did lead me all the way here, so I'd say you've still got a few good years left in ya." In response, the elder released a hearty guffaw.
"Oh, you honor me with your words, good slayer. In all seriousness however, this is as far as I'm willing to go, lest I run the chance of being burned to cinders."
Facing the cave, and making sure all of your armor's straps and latches are securely fastened to your person, you give your reply.
"Completely understandable. Just head down to the village while I work on this; hopefully, if I'm successful, I'll return there within a day or two."
"Mhmm," the elder hummed in agreement, turning to trudge down the way we came. "I'll leave you to it then, and I'll pray for you to make it back safely."
Once he was gone, and your armor seemed to be in order, you unsheathed your sword and proceeded cautiously into the cave, each subtle clink your metal boots gave echoed around the surrounding stone walls. With each step forward, you contemplated on how exactly you came to be in this situation.
So, about two years back, after taking your first bubble bath in years, you somehow found yourself stark naked in Equestria, a magical land inhabited by anthropomorphized horses who call themselves ponies. For a good portion of the first year, you stayed in a quaint little countryside town called Ponyville. It was a pretty decent place, full of nice ponies who were always ready to lend a hand, but it was hectic as fuck. Seriously, nearly every week the town would be besieged by some new threat, be it parasprites or freaking vines!
Funny, you one day manage to fight off a pack of timberwolves single handedly and suddenly they're labeling you a hero, much to your initial confusion. The praise was pretty nice, and it did make you pretty popular amongst the mares, so, admittedly, it might have all gotten a little to your head. A few weeks after that, you, thinking you're tough shit and all, decide to set off on your own, exploring Equestria while defending towns from their beastly aggressors...for a reasonable fee, of course.
So far, you aren't dead, and if your equipment is anything to guess from, you've been quite successful. Swinging a sword and lugging your armor around has helped keep you in shape, and the entire experience could kind of be summarized as LARPing, only life and death extreme and less, well, nerdy. Oh, and let me tell you: your exploits haven't exactly made you popular with the Equestrian Society for the Preservation of Rare Creatures. But, as far as most of their members are concerned, you're far rarer than any other creature in Equestria, so who are they to stop you from following what they assume to be your species' customs.
While the bits scraped together by the village you're currently helping isn't worth this whole ordeal, it does help with getting word of yourself around. Yup, you're doing this one mostly for the exposure. What exactly needs to be dealt with in this deep dark, cold cave that warrants you pacing carefully through it? Eh...a dragon...
You've encountered a handful of them before during the entirety of your 'career', and in that time you learned that they come in two categories. Those you can reason with, and those you can't. For your sake, you're hoping this one's the former.
Well, no matter. Whether you convince it to leave on its own accord, or otherwise, word will get around that you got results, meaning an influx of jobs will be heading your way. What're you saving all your earned bits for, other than for food and equipment maintenance? ...You haven't the faintest clue... Perhaps you'll retire early and open up a sandwich shop or something, who knows.
As you make your way further into the cave, you note how utterly glacial the air's gotten. You're already shivering beneath your armor and it doesn't help that the freezing wind from outside is practically funneling into the cavern. Soon enough though, you turn down a winding pass that you assume leads deeper into the mountain. Upside: the wind's died down a tad. Downside: visibility is shit.
After procuring a torch from your cloak and taking your time to light it, you had yourself a decent fire to both light the way and provide you with some bit of warmth; a small reprieve from this stone fridge. Torch held high and sword at the ready, you pressed on, ever vigilant should your quarry be waiting at the next turn.
Eventually, with the sound of your own footsteps having been the only thing keeping you company, you enter a large, rather spacious chamber, filled with enormous stalagmites and stalactites that had you briefly concerned if you had unknowingly wandered into the dragon's mouth. Luckily, a quick survey of what your torch illuminated of your surroundings proved that to not be the case, as the floor and walls were indeed still stone. However, you did notice one other thing worth mentioning. Near the end of the cavity, there appeared to be evidence of someone trying to start a campfire, bundles of sticks stacked together within a ring of rocks.
Approaching it, then kneeling before it, you make out that it was made fairly recent, as the sticks appeared to have been snapped off their trees just this morning. Had another champion answered the village's call, one which the elder wasn't aware of or simply failed to mention to you? Hmm, perhaps you should--
Before you could even realize what had happened, the air had been knocked out of your lungs by a great force, your body sent flying towards the cave wall. Luckily, your armor had taken the brunt of the impact, allowing you to slide harmlessly to the floor, but you were still left in a daze. With your eyes working overtime to put everything back into focus, you spot a tall, armored figure approaching you, their body half-illuminated by the torch you had just dropped. Squinting your eyes, they widened in shock once they finally adjusted.
When you had taken this job, you were expecting a dragon the size of a house. Instead, you find one that wasn't more than perhaps a foot taller than yourself, its entire body garbed in golden armor save for its clawed feet, wings and tail.
Looking into its piercing vermilion eyes that were staring intently back down at you through its dragon-shaped helmet, you hoped to all the gods above that it was the talkative sort.
"Listen, I--" Aaand your hopes were dashed the moment it pointed the, well, pointy end of its sword threateningly to you... Huh, that's a first...
Teeth clenched, you grip your own sword's handle even tighter, your mind already hard at work mentally preparing the motions to knock your opponent's blade aside in a clash of steel against steel. Well, at least you had the moral high ground for what was about to come, since you at least tried the diplomatic method.
Ok, this guy's a pretty tough S.O.B.; you've earned yourself your fair share of nicks and cuts, and some of your armor was inevitably damaged in the ensuing battle, but finally, finally you've managed to disarm the dragon, its sword skidding across the floor far from its reach.
Raising your sword over the dragon's fallen form for the finishing blow, it suddenly raises its clawed hand up to you pleadingly.
"Alright, alright--I give! Sheesh!" it exclaims. Oh, now it wants to tal--
"Wait..." Lowering your blade, you stare down at the dragon in bafflement. "Are...are you a girl?" You can see its eyes rolling in annoyance behind its helmet.
"Duh! What gave it away, genius?" it--correction--she responds sarcastically, getting back onto her two feet.
After patting herself of dust, she removes her helmet to reveal the light blue-scaled face of a dragoness. Her head fin thing was of an even darker blue, she had lighter shaded scales beneath her eyes that almost resembled freckles, and had horns growing out the sides of her head that kinda reminded you of the iron helmet from Skyrim...
Ignoring her snide comment, you sheath your sword in a show of good faith. "You know, if you had just spoken from the very beginning instead of striking me from the shadows, things would have gone a lot smoother for the both of us."
The she-dragon scoffs in amusement. "Ha! That's a good one. Greet with open arms the thing wandering into my cave with a drawn sword!? What do I look like, an idiot?" Raising a curious brow, she scans you top to bottom. "What are you, anyway?" Right as you open your mouth, she cuts you off with, "You know what, don't care. Ya mind telling me what you're doing here?" Hand at her side and her foot tapping the cave floor impatiently, her eyes are narrowed at you in hostility as she awaits your answer.
"Well, the villagers below the mountain said that they've seen a dragon, so--"
"Ugh, ponies--typical!" she interrupts. Looking away, she folds her arms before her chest as she huffs in resentment. "They see one dragon minding its own business in the distance and suddenly they have to get someone to go deal with it."
Folding your own arms, you cock your head a bit.
"You know, you could have avoided that by just stopping by to say a quick hello. Show that you're uh, friendly?"
Turning back to you, she leans forward while giving you this condescending look. "Yeah, problem though. Ponies and dragons don't exactly do friendly." Well, you could beg to differ by bringing up Spike and Ponyville, but if this chick wants to stay a stuck up bitch, you say let her.
"Ok, whatever. Point is, the folks down there don't exactly feel comfortable with a dragon around, so they hired me to do something about it."
Arms still crossed, she raises her shoulders. "If they don't want me around, that's fine. Was planning on leaving anyway. Place is prime real estate but it's a little too cold for my liking." Your stance and expression mimicking hers, your eyes lock.
"Alright then. When are you leaving?"
"Maybe tomorrow morning, when it's warmer. That fine with you?"
"It's fine."
"Good."
"Good."
"You gonna stand there copying me, or are you going to leave?"
"I'm leaving."
"Then do it."
"I'ma do it, watch me."
"I'm watching."
"Here I go."
She gestures towards the path leading to the exit. "There you go."
"Bye."
Raising her hand, she waves her clawed fingers at you while saying in a mock friendly tone, "Buh-bye~"
Rolling your eyes, you pick up your torch and start making your way out. Before exiting the chamber, the last thing you saw of the dragon was her sitting at her campfire set up, spewing a small gout of flame to ignite its sticks, then holding her hands out to the weak fire she had started.
Well, that was...something... You've barely known her for less than half an hour, and already she's arguably one of the most arrogant, vexatious beings you've ever had the misfortune of meeting. You just thank your lucky stars that you at least settled the matter peacefully and that you'll never have to see her ever again.
A minute later, you see her again...
"Ok, what the hell happened to leaving!?" she shouts, the reverberation of her irked voice bouncing off the cave walls causes you to grimace. Trying to restore hearing to one ear with a pinkie, you answer her.
"So uh...I went to the exit..."
"Yes?" she practically hisses through her teeth.
"And... as it turns out...heh heh--yeah, we're kinda snowed in..."
"What!?" she exclaims, her face contorting in frustration. If she suspected you to be joking, it was clear that she wasn't having any. Getting up, she makes her way towards you, uttering only, "Ugh, I can't believe this. Move!" Before you could comply, she shoves you to the side harshly before marching stubbornly into the darkness. After counting to sixty while trying to fix your other ear, she reemerges from the darkened tunnel, her expression just as dismayed as yours was. "We're snowed in..."
"Eh, not to be pointing out the obvious here, but aren't you a dragon? Can't you just, I don't know, melt the snow by breathing fire on it?" To your displeasure, she shakes her head.
"There's too much of it, and I'm too cold; don't have it in me to be breathing flames any bigger than a lick." Her shoulders lowering in defeat, she sighs. "Our only option is to wait until morning. Hopefully the sun'll take care of it." Rubbing her shoulders as she shivers, she returns to sit at her measly campfire.
Feeling your teeth chattering and body quaking from the cold, you decide to join her. However, once you start treading in her direction, she speaks up.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Stopping, you stare at her quizzically. "What? I see you have your own fire there, and I'm kind of cold myself, so I thought..."
Rolling her eyes, she scoffs under her breath. "Yeah, my fire. I see you already have your own there, so stay on your side of the cave!"
"What, you mean this!?" you blurt in disbelief, gesturing your free hand at your torch. "This thing's way too small to keep me warm--and it's already dying!"
"Hmph, sounds like a personal problem to me," she states as she turns her attention back to her fire, rubbing her hands desperately before it.
"Oh come on," you groan. "I could have killed you earlier, but I didn't! Doesn't your dragon code say that you at least owe me this?"
"'Dragon code'?" she repeats, her bewildered expression showing unfamiliarity with the term. "Who told you about that?" Spike... Spike did... "Sorry pal, but you're on your own."
And at that, she decides to ignore you.
Groaning in resentment, you fold your legs, sitting on the cave floor as you glare daggers at the blue, obnoxious dragoness. Oh! Oh and guess what just happened! Yup, your torch just went kaput on you, so now you're angry, cold and in the dark! You're so furious with her and the situation--but mostly her--that you just...just...
Somehow looking you dead in the eyes, despite you being in the dark, she smirks. "Hmm, cute. Here, have two." Raising her hands, she flips you two middle fingers, one extra to the one you were giving her...
"How'd you--"
"Dragons have excellent eyesight in the dark," she replies.
"Oh." Grabbing both ends of your cloak, you wrap it tighter against your shivering body, trying in vain to stave off the cold. After observing you for a while, the dragon eventually rolls her eyes while releasing a relenting sigh.
"Alright, get over here." Furrowing your brows, you just gawk at her, wondering if she were pulling your leg. Once she sees that a few seconds have passed and you have yet to move, her voice takes on a more aggressive tone. "Well? Are you getting over here or not? I'm not gonna ask again!"
Your eyes widening at the realization that she was being genuine, you immediately start scooting your way towards her on your knees, your hands outstretched to bask in the fire's warmth.
"Th-th-thanks," you manage to sputter out through your chattering teeth.
"Mmm, don't mention it," she says as she looks away. "No, really. Don't. Dragons don't do 'thanking'."
Seeing your breath as you chuckle, you follow up with, "Heh, well I'm not a dragon."
"Yeah, I figured as much." Using a stick, she uses it to move the others in the fire around. "You're obviously not a pony, and you definitely know your way around a sword... I...I might have a good idea as to who you are..."
Still trying to warm your hands, you gaze at her tentatively from the corner of your eye. "You do, do you?"
"Mhmm," she sounds with a small nod. "You're that slayer from another world everyone's been talking about. The one that's killed a few of my kind."
"I am, and I have," you answer honestly. "Is that...is that going to be a problem?"
Busily tending to the fire, she gives a lazy shrug. "Eh, not really. Dragons kill each other all the time when fighting over territory; you're nothing special."
"Oh," you utter as you look back to the fire. Despite what she says, you'd like to think you were special though...
After a few awkward minutes of utter silence, where only the sound of crackling wood could be heard, she speaks up again.
"I'm Ember, by the way. You?" Being courteous, you give her your name, to which she huffs in amusement at. "Huh, well, it's no pony name; definitely not a dragon's either. Hmm, tell ya what, I'm not gonna bother remembering it, so I think I'll just stick to calling you Slayer. Sounds loads better to a drake's ear!"
Staring at her, you cock your head to the side. "But that's not my name."
"Pfft, too bad--suck it up! You think I like being called 'Ember'? If given the chance, I'd much rather go by Scorched Earth Doom Bringer. I think it sounds more...me." Shrugging, she then says, "But, eh, what are you going to do? You're stuck with the name they slap onto you the second you've hatched." Well, you can't say that you can relate exactly, so you merely hum in acknowledgement.
Noticing that things have returned to awkward silence, and that the temperature within the cave had dropped a bit more, you both concentrate on keeping yourselves warm. You find that to be a difficult task however, as the fire's too small to cease either of your bodies' constant shivering. You're almost half tempted to roll around in the flame, but doing so wouldn't just set you ablaze and most likely kill you, it'd also smother the fire, leaving you two to freeze to death even if you miraculously survived the whole 'being on fire' thing.
After tossing the remnants of your torch into the fire, you turn to her and ask, "Is...is there any more wood?" You were disheartened to see her response come in the form of a head shake.
"N-nope. Th-this was all I was able to s-scrounge up without g-getting anywhere n-n-near that pony settlement b-below. Ugh, this sucks!" she complains. "I-It's f-freezing!"
Seeing her pull her tail in closer while folding her wings, as well as her hot breath visible with every exhale, you get an idea.
"Well, uh...there is one thing we could try to get warmer..."
"Yeah? And w-what is it?" she asks, staring longingly into the fire. You could just see her trying to imagine herself some place warmer.
Opening your cloak as if it were a curtain, you pat the space next to yourself. "We could uh...huddle close. You know, share body heat and stuff."
Silent, she just sits there, giving you this expression that practically conveys 'Are you being serious right now?'
Somewhat amused, you raise a brow at her. "What, are you going to tell me that dragons don't do huddling?"
Annoyed, she narrows her eyes at you. However, after ten more seconds of intense shivering, she seemingly casts aside all reservations and reluctantly scoots to your side. "F-Fine, wha-whatever. I'm willing to try...try anything. B-Being c-cold-blooded is--isn't exactly d-doing me any f-favors."
With her in place, you drape your cloak over her as well, huddling shoulder to shoulder as close as your respective armors would allow. Eventually, after a bit of time passes that ends with the both of you still shivering, she shakes her head.
"Uh-uh, this isn't working; just feel cold and stupid!"
At first, you're a bit hesitant to say this, but, if you wish for the both of you to survive the night, it must be said.
"Uh, pretty sure we're supposed to remove our armor. You know, skin to--eh, scale contact..." Her expression appalled, she turns to you.
"What!? Oh no, buddy! We are not--"
"Listen!" Somehow, you just knew she was going to fight you on this. "We don't have much of a choice! Our options right now are either that, or becoming ice statues! Which would you rather choose?" After locking eyes with your half determined, half pleading ones, she bites her lip as she faces forward, her sights scanning the floor as if in thought. Sighing, you then say, "Besides, it's not that hard. Look, I'll even go first."
"Hey, what are you..." Ignoring her, you endure the cold as you let her have the whole cloak to herself.
Working quickly, you start with your gauntlets, removing them and setting them aside before loosening your breastplate's straps, allowing you to slide it up and off of yourself. Soon disrobing yourself of the shirt beneath that, you notice Ember's eyes widen and her cheeks take on a slight crimson hue at the sight of your bare, toned chest.
"S-See?" you say with a jittery smile, shivering as you slip into the cloak at Ember's side. "E-Easy. Now you try."
Remaining silent, Ember bites on her bottom lip while fixing you this uncertain look, seeming as if she were weighing her options.
"F-Fine," she eventually says. "Just...turn around."
Puzzled by that request, you tilt your head. "Why?"
"I said turn around!" she said in a near shout. Not wanting to agitate her any further, you roll your eyes as you comply, your back arching out of reflex when it came into contact with her chilled, armored side.
"There, happy?" you say.
"Very," she responds seconds before slipping out of the cloak, leaving it all to yourself. Hearing shifting noises from behind, as well as the tell tale sound of armor being removed, you couldn't help but turn your head far enough to glance a peek at her, as curiosity had taken hold. What you saw nearly had your jaw drop.
She was turned around and seated atop her knees, her armor gone and back completely exposed to you. Her back was slim, lithe even, with just the right amount of muscle to it that earned her an athletic physique, and her sides had this feminine, curvaceous shape to them that was most certainly pleasing to the eye. Your eyes trailing south a bit, you find that she has an ample, voluptuous rear, most of which being obscured by the swaying of her tail. As you continued ogling, Ember did a double take when she caught you staring from her peripheral vision.
"Who said you could look!?" she yells, her face reddened as she partially turns to you, holding a set of chainmail to her chest the same way a woman would a towel when stepping out of the shower. From the shape her chainmail took when it pressed against her chest, your eyes widened when you realized what exactly she was hiding beneath it.
Apparently, and this was something you didn't know until now, some dragons have a body type that allow, well...breasts... Hers, from what you can gather, appear to be at a nice, firm B cup bordering on C.
"I said turn around!" she shouts once more, her wings flaring threateningly as she does so. Raising your sights back onto her eyes, it takes your brain a few seconds longer than it should have to fully process her words.
"Oh... O-Oh! Uh, s-sorry," you apologize as you turn your back to her, your face possibly flushing as you show more interest in staring at the black void that was the rest of the cave.
Moments later, once she slips under the cloak with you, and her elbow pokes your spine, you figure it's safe enough for you to turn back now. Doing so has you, like before, squared shoulder to shoulder with her as you two stare absentmindedly into the fire. However, things are a bit uncomfortable this time around, what with both of you lacking your armor and the fact that she had taken great strides with the cloak to ensure that only her neck and head remain visible to you. You could turn and risk a small, innocent peek in the opening where your heads are sticking out from, but why chance it with her?
Hmm, you know, despite her stating earlier that she's coldblooded and all, her side actually feels pretty nice. Her scales have this pleasant smoothness to them, and you can already feel your body absorb the warmth she's radiating through that small bit of contact alone. All in all, your idea seems to be working, as you're less cold than you were a minute ago, but it's definitely not enough to cease either of your bodies' shaking.
Right when you were about to propose if you two should move closer to one another, you feel her arm, as well as her wing, wrap around you under the cloak before she pulls you in.
"Uh..." you utter, your body tilted at an angle where your head is right under hers.
"What?" she says above you, her tone matter-of-factly. "I'm cold and you're warm, alright? I don't like this any more than you do."
Gulping, your body, and mostly your face, starts to surge with warmth; not because of the heat you two were sharing, but because you're pretty sure that's sideboob your shoulder was pressing against... Whether she's unaware of that, or simply doesn't care for the sake of warmth, you haven't the faintest idea.
"Huh," she soon utters in amazement. "Suddenly, you got like, a lot warmer."
"Eh," clearing your throat, you look away. "R-Really now?"
"Yeah," she says as she pulls you in even tighter, further pressing you against her supple mammary. "Feels...nice."
"Mhmm, y-yeah it does. Eh, your body I mean--I mean how warm it is! Ah geez..." After silently berating yourself, something, you don't exactly know what, possess you to say, "Would you...would you like to get even warmer?"
Did you really just make a pass at her? What is wrong with you!? She's a lizard, man! Granted, a magical, fire-breathing, curvy lizard, but a lizard nonetheless. Besides, even if you actually meant anything by it, there's no way she'd consent to such a thing, especially after you two tried to kill each other just a short while ago.
After a few densely awkward moments have passed, Ember shifts a bit before giving her reply.
"I, uh...might be interested..."
Your mind sputtering at that, you blink before looking up to her, finding her staring back at you with this certain yearning, predatory look in her eyes. Gazing into her slit pupils, almost as if entranced by them, somehow...somehow you just knew that she knew what you meant... With your mind either silenced or completely absent as you continued to stare into her eyes, soon, before you realized it was even happening, your faces began to gradually draw nearer, your senses not returning to you until your lips have already met with hers.
Neither one of you pulling away after a small peck, your eyes close as you both throw caution to the wind, the two of you instantly going at it. Your arms wrapping around the other's body, you find your breathing already labored as your mouths lock almost hungrily, your tongues writhing against each other in a battle for dominance. In their one half struggle, one half exploration of the other's mouth, you discover her tongue to not be forked as you had initially thought, a fact which you're not sure to feel either relieved or disappointed with, but obviously you're much too preoccupied to really care at the moment.
Meeting her tongue's feverish assault wholeheartedly with your own, your hands, as if acting on their own accord, avoid her horns while they place themselves at both sides of her face, the warmth of her flushed cheeks picked up through your palms as you pull her in. With one of her hands remaining on your backside, the other slides upwards to the back of your head, her clawed fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair, keeping you in place as your wet muscles continue to wrestle. Seconds later, you release a pained grunt into her mouth, as her sharp talons had dug into your back before slowly scraping downwards.
Most likely picking up on your distress, her claws promptly ease up, her fingers leaving still painful yet tolerable love scratches on your back. She could easily eviscerate you with them if she had half the mind to, but instead, she's using them in a more sensual matter, which makes it all the more erotic to your lust-drunk mind. With the both of you in need of some much needed air, you pull apart from each other, lengthening, then breaking a string of your mixed saliva momentary connecting your lips as the cloak slinks off your shoulders, the garment landing around your waists.
You're positive your back is bleeding, but that's of little concern to you, as right before you, illuminated by the soft glow of the fire, you can see her bare chest in all its majestic glory. They were part of the lighter shaded scales that formed her underbelly, and it seems that your earlier estimation of their size was almost spot on, as her breasts were neither too small nor too large; just right for her graceful frame. Her nipples, erect from either the cold or her excitement, were teal, a welcomed mix up from the usual pink or brown you've grown accustomed to seeing on the more grateful mares you've aided in your travels.
You were so utterly mesmerized by her chest that your body gave a surprised jolt when her thumb and pointer finger gently clasped your chin, guiding your head upwards so your eyes would meet with hers. Once she flashes you this salacious, sultry grin, you lunge towards her, unable to keep your desires in check any longer. Catching her by surprise, you grab her arm by the wrist, moving it up and out of the way as your mouth immediately goes for the crook of her neck.
Her wings flaring as you hit your mark, creating a small draft that causes the adjacent fire to flutter for a second, you bite, nibble and suck on her skin-like scales, evoking a subtle coo from her while her arms offer mock resistance. Reveling in your efforts, her perky breasts, as if begging for attention, grind against your chest, her erect nipples occasionally coming into contact with yours. Deciding to give them the proper care they longed for, you bring your endeavors down south, your mouth leaving a trail of pecks and kisses in its wake as it nears its target.
Wrapping your arm around her waist, your mouth latches on to her breast, evoking a throaty moan from Ember as your free hand kneads and gropes her unattended one in precise, circular motions. As her stifled voice echoed around the chamber, you begin to suckle at her nipple, your teeth nibbling it playfully while your tongue pokes and prods at its tip from the inside of your mouth. Ember, reduced to shuddering putty by your actions, directs her half sounds towards the cave's ceiling, her unrestrained hand snaking its way unsteadily to the back of your head, her fingers parting through your hair as she helps bob you along on her chest.
Continuing this, it doesn't take long before you feel the inevitable, painful throb of your hardened member, trapped within the confines of your steel leggings. Deciding to heed its call for it to be freed from its constricting prison, you release Ember's breast from your mouth before reluctantly pulling away, much to her apparent confusion and dismay.
"Why...why'd you stop?" she asks breathlessly, the scales at her cheeks flushed red and every long, drawn out breath of hers made visible from the cold.
"Hold on, just gotta..." Getting up, you remove your steel boots and start struggling with your protective pants, but find that you just can't get them off fast enough.
Watching you in your frustration, Ember, most likely having an idea as to what your intention is, smiles provocatively as she gets on her knees, scooting her way towards you. Once she closes the distance, she glances up to you, her fingers slipping into both sides of your legging's waistline before pulling them in opposite directions, effortlessly snapping the metal it was partially composed of as she makes it wide enough for you to slip out from.
Holding your leggings up by your hands, you can't help but feel a bit peeved with her for damaging them, as it means that you'll either have to spring for them to be repaired later on or buy new ones entirely. However, before you could really get mad, the following, nagging throb of your stiffy reminds you of other ways she can make it up to you. Returning her lewd smile with one of your own, you release your leggings and allow them to crumple to your knees, prompting Ember to adopt a surprised expression by the sight of the tent you were pitching right before her very eyes.
Suddenly, like a cat playing curiously with a new toy, she starts feeling up your bulge with her palm and fingers, biting her bottom lip while she looks up to you with that same predatory look in her eye from earlier. After feeling her hot breath hit right below your belly button, you figure Ember to be the impatient sort, as already she's slipping her fingers into your boxer's waistline, readying to disrobe you of them. Acting quickly, you manage to spare that garment from the same gruesome fate as your leggings by pulling them down yourself, causing your solid mast to spring out, surprising her.
"Whoa," she utters as she pulls her head back, studying your pecker and hanging orbs from multiple angles.
Seconds later, once she starts tracing her fingers up and down along your shaft, as well as giving it a few curious sniffs, you then ask, "First time?"
"Yeah, actually," she answers. Before you could reply to that, your body soon jolts when she, unannounced, takes hold of your hard length, her grasp just firm enough for you to feel it pulse in tandem with your heartbeat. "Huh, wow," Ember voiced in awe, her hot breath unintentionally hitting your shaft. "It's...hot." Her mouth forming into a lecherous grin, she looks up to you and finishes with, "Perfect..."
Unhanding your shaft, she then places her hands at your waist and motions you to lower, slowly bringing you to her level by having you sit on your knees as well. As you sit there, gazing at the drake's nude, stunning figure with the occasional blink and ever present goofy smile on your face, Ember capitalizes on the opportunity and makes her move, her tail swaying behind her as she gradually closes what little distance remained between your bodies. Her face soon coming to rest just inches away from yours, and the tip of your manhood poking right above her private area, Ember's smile turns knowingly right before she wraps her arms around you, swiftly pulling you in for another heated, passionate kiss.
With your tongue reacquainting itself with hers, and her warm, soft breasts pressing themselves against your chest, she begins to slowly fall back, taking you along for the ride. Finding yourself atop her, you plant your hands at both sides of her head and start pushing your upper half up, your teeth gently pulling her bottom lip before releasing it as you separate from the kiss. Breathing heavily, you stare down at Ember and take a second to truly admire the captivating creature that she is; her hands grasping onto the back of your head, half her body illuminated by the fire's glow and the other half partially cast in shadow, her staring back at you with eager bedroom eyes.
"Come on," Ember says low and huskily, her tail sliding through your legs before curving upwards, its fan-like tip stroking your back in encouragement. "Do it..."
Needing no further incentive, you move yourself upright, your hands lightly tracing along the outside of her thighs before gently grasping her legs at the bends. After carefully prying them apart, you're given a full, unobstructed view of your prize. To your surprise, just like the mares' you had previously been intimate with, her vagina appeared no different from that of a human female's, and even more of a shock, unlike the teal color that her nipples were, her lower lips, which were already drenched in her arousal, were of a healthy shade of pink.
Not very lizard-like at all, if you ask yourself.
Choosing to let that coincidence go rather than dwell on it, you grasp your rock solid member with your hand and start teasing Ember by having your tip graze her nethers, tracing its way from the very bottom of her labia, to the top, then her engorged clit before making its way back down and repeating, infuriating the she-dragon.
"Nnn--would you stop playing around and just stick it in me already!" she growls, panting heavily with a more crimson than blue face as she looks up to you in annoyance. Chuckling, you, seeing that you've already had your fun, decide to focus on granting her that request that she so politely worded.
After properly aligning yourself with Ember, the sensation of your tip placing itself readily against her soaked lower lips causes her to release a stifled gasp, no doubt a short jolt having just coursed through her body. Holding fast, however, you pause, waiting for her to speak up now should she wish to back out. Moments later, she spoke up alright.
"Didn't I just say to stop playing around!?" she yells, her tail impatiently exerting force on your lower back, nudging your hips forward as a result.
Your tip lubing itself in her arousal as it gradually parts through her drenched folds, it soon presses against her entrance, Ember shutting her eyes while releasing a breathy moan and shuddering at the contact. Undeterred, you take a breath before continuing your push forward, your shaft's head gradually allowed admittance. With the rest of your length slowly sinking into her tight, velvety depths, you clench your teeth, wondering how she could have been cold earlier when her insides were practically burning with warmth!
Her arms having hooked shakily under yours, and her legs wrapping weakly around your waist, Ember, being careful not to jab your throat with her horns, cranes her neck upwards and rests her head atop your shoulder, her claws grazing painfully down your back as she whines and wails frantically into your ear. Enduring, you stay the course, resulting in Ember gasping loudly when your pelvic area soon comes into contact with hers as you finally bottom out, the entirety of your manhood enveloped by the warm, twitching inner muscles of her tunnel.
Ceasing her clawing, she instead tightens her embrace over you, as if wordlessly pleading for you to give her a moment, her breasts pressed firmly against your chest as she does so. With one hand still planted on the cave floor, you have the other wrap around her, holding her firmly below her wings as you give her that moment. Soon enough, with no other distractions in the cave, other than the soft crackling of the fire, you're able to pick up her rapid heartbeat, in both her heaving chest and your joined nethers.
It became obvious to you that this was indeed her first time, as her pulse was practically racing; much unlike your more steady one. Finally, minutes later, once it starts to subside to a more reasonable pace, Ember speaks.
"A-Alright... G...go ahead and move now..."
After giving a soft nod, you begin to pull your hips back, Ember making strained half moans as your mast withdrew. With each of her inner-wall's ridges that your head's sides brushed against on its way out, Ember's claws would add more and more pressure onto your back, making you somewhat fearful that she'd stab you with them. Thankfully, before that could occur, enough of your length had been pulled out to the point where only the head remained within her, still basking in the satisfying warmth her body provided.
Once her claws relax, you, licking your lips, slowly bring your hips forward again, gradually plunging back into Ember's fiery depths while her fingers scrape along your back, leaving stinging trails in their path. Strangely getting used to the pain, you find yourself fully within her again before pulling back out and repeating the motion, each thrust having more momentum than the last. Soon enough, before you even realize it, you were pounding relentlessly into Ember, her wails of utter bliss and the loud slapping sound of your groins impacting together echoed throughout the empty cave, heard by no one but you two.
Her grip on you weakening, her upper half soon falls back onto the cave floor, her arms lying right above her head and her breasts giving a subtle sway with every thrust you made. Deciding to switch things up a bit, you move her to rest on her side, then hoist one of her legs over your shoulder, your new position allowing you to delve even deeper into her. Your method produced an immediate effect, as already you can feel your tip jab at what you assume to be her cervix with every thrust, Ember gasping more than moaning at this point.
With one of your hands grasping onto her raised leg for stability, your other slaps onto her tantalizing rear, Ember yelping as you grope and squeeze at her malleable scales there. No doubt, if Ember had been human, her behind would have been quite red after doing that. Finding yourself open to a bit of exploring, your hand leaves the inflicted area of her rump, then starts tracing as far as you could reach up her tail. Switching to the bottom portion of it, it traces its way back, your fingers brushing past her anus teasingly once it returns to her slapped ass cheek.
Her body tensing at that new sensation, Ember, with a bit of drool running down the side of her mouth, looks to you, trying her best to express anger, but finds it difficult to do so through all her gasps and moans. Right as she was about to say something, you silence her by turning her on her stomach, her chest planted on the cave floor with only her rump held up by you, her tail having slid under your armpit during the switch.
"F-Fuck!" she cries out, her body still rocked by your unceasing thrusts. "My tits are rubbing against the cold f-floor!"
Hmm, what were the exact words she said to you earlier? ...Ah, oh yes.
"Pfft, too bad--suck it up!" you shout, your hand slapping down on her rear, hard enough for her cheek to noticeably jiggle as Ember squeals in both pain and delight.
With one of your hands holding her by the side of her waist, you have the other reach up and grab her by one of the horns, allowing you to pull her towards yourself each time you thrust into her. She doesn't protest, which you doubt she could even if she wanted to, as her mouth was busy wailing in gratification, spouting the occasional obscenity here and there. Getting a wanton idea, you give her rear yet another resounding slap, followed by a harsh rub before pulling out from her, her lower half slumping to the ground without you there to support it.
Obviously confused, Ember takes a second to regain her breath before moving herself to sit upright, her new sitting potion completely exposing her abused nethers to you, as one leg was crossed while the other had its knee up.
"Why'd you," she groaned before swallowing dryly. "Why'd you stop?"
Sitting atop your crossed legs, you smile coyly at her. "Your chest is cold, mine's starting to get cold; why not fix that? Heh, maybe give you a ride out of it as well." Her eyes widening in realization, her mouth then forms into a lustful, knowing grin.
"Hmm, I can work with that," she says before crawling towards you, her knees touching yours as she sits atop them.
After an exchange of playful looks, she grasps your shoulders and leans in, her tongue taking one long lick from your chin to your cheek before pressing her mouth forcefully against yours. Returning her efforts in kind, she slips her tongue past your lips, keeping yours occupied as she wraps one leg after the other around your waist, straddling you. With the both of you panting heavily against the other, you caress the area below her wings before sliding your hands down her sides, your fingers soon digging into the voluptuous scales of her rump.
Breaking from the kiss, Ember pulls her head back and leers enticingly into your eyes, her hand slithering purposely down your bodies before grasping your hardened member, its tip grazing her moist petals as she lines it right up with her entrance. After that was accounted for, a simple nudge forward of both of your hips was all it took, you groaning and Ember giving a low whimper as your shaft reentered her warm, tight embrace. Seconds later, once what little space remained between you two was gone, you both released a deep, content sigh over the other's shoulder, her breasts pressed firmly against your chest as your bodies already began to exchange warmth.
Opting to just sit there by the fire while you took in her heat, with your arms around her and hers, as well as her legs, around you, Ember then surprised you when she wraps you in her leathery wings, encasing you with them the same way one would with a blanket.
"What?" she then asks, almost as if picking up on your initial confusion. "It's better this way. Keeps your heat from escaping and let's me soak more of it in." Try as she might, you could tell through the underlined bashfulness in her voice that she tried to hide that there was probably more to it. Perhaps she wanted to embrace you more intimately than her arms would allow? Who knows, really? You can tell that she won't be admitting to anything.
After a bit of silence between you two, Ember pulls her hips back, effectively pulling your shaft out of her before bringing it back down, enticing you to do the same. Falling into a steady rhythm, Ember produces a few yelps with every motion as your hands keep her hips steady the entire time. Soon enough, Ember, as if losing herself to her own urges, increases her pace, forcing you to rest on your back if you wished to keep up.
Her wings releasing you, Ember sits up and stares down at you with a wicked smirk on her face, her hands planting themselves on your chest as she begins to grind sensually atop you. Your teeth clenched in concentration, she takes hold of your hands, then removes them from her hips, intertwining her fingers with yours before bouncing atop you. Deciding to meet her halfway, you squeeze her hands tightly before thrusting upwards into her, the sound of waists slapping wetly together mixing with your grunts and her uncontained moans.
"S-Slayer!" she calls out unsteadily in mid bounce, you still focused on your thrusting. "Slayer!"
Oh, right. That's the uh, name she's given you.
"Y-Yeah?" you answer as you continue to pound into her, Ember shaking her head weakly as she gives her reply.
"I'm...I'm getting close!"
She wasn't the only one. Already you could feel the familiar stirring in your loins, warning you of your impending climax. Too preoccupied with the motions to bother with a response, you merely signal to her with a nod, prompting her to increase the tempo. Within seconds her bouncing had become wild, her breasts swaying up and down with every rise and fall of her body atop yours.
You could feel it coming; you tried to stave it off by thinking of less pleasant things, but her inner muscles squeezing onto your mast would bring you back to reality, dwindling what resistance you'd put up. Before long, after giving three hastened thrusts, you pulled her hips down on your own and held, Ember's eyes shutting and her wings flaring as she gasped loudly from the sudden impalement. With her inner walls quivering and convulsing around your intensely throbbing member, you both came.
Released in short volleys, rope after rope of your seed fired deep into Ember's burning depths, mixing in with her own cum before seeping out from around where you were both joined. Wearily raising your head a bit, you could actually see your torrid human-dragon concoction slowly leak from her entrance before spreading over your pelvic area. After your member gave one last twitch, it ended just as soon as it arrived, Ember practically flopping atop you as she gasped for breath.
"That was...that was intense," she said in between breaths, her head resting atop your heaving chest. Wrapping your arms right above her tail, you looked to the darkened ceiling and nodded.
"Y-Yeah...yeah it was... Heh...don't...don't know about you, but I'm plenty warm now... You?"
Seconds later, when she failed to respond, you raised your head and was welcomed to a pretty amusing sight.
She had fallen asleep, her wings moving to blanket you as if by natural reflex.
Shaking your head with a weak smile, you rest your head back down and decide to get comfortable lying on the cave floor with a satisfied dragon sleeping atop you, as you were pretty tired yourself.
Once morning had arrived--and you knew it was morning since you could see sunlight shining into the cave from the far end of the exiting tunnel, which that in itself also meant that the obstructing snow had melted away--you managed to free yourself from under the slumbering dragon without waking her, put on your clothing and armor, then proceed towards the exit, having left Ember nice and snug with your cloak as a nice little parting gift.
However, hours later, after you had scaled down the mountain and returned to the village--while holding your pants up the entire way--there was a bit of a scare amongst the ponies when, well...Ember showed up--looking for you, actually... She'd tracked you by the scent on your cloak... After that, once a week goes by of Ember following you almost incessantly, growling threateningly at any mare that just so happens to even look anywhere in your general vicinity, she lets you in on something that she forgot to mention back in the cave.
Well, it turns out that, dragons, once they find a suitable partner, they...well...
Yeah--they mate for life...
Now...now you're back at your house in Ponyville, with Ember curled comfortably atop a horde of your hard earned bits and jewels amassed besides the bed of which you currently lay on. It's taken a while for Ember to get used to the town, as well as wearing regular clothes, what with armor being the dragon equivalent of clothing, but it seems that you've both finally adjusted to the change. Ember tags along on your jobs now, which is a plus, but you're not exactly sure where either of you stand on your relationship.
I mean, you two aren't exactly dating, per se, yet you bump uglies whenever she's in the mood. So what is she to you and what are you to her?
Wait a minute...
She's not letting you see other mares...
You have sex only when she wants it...
And almost all of your money practically goes to her...
Oh my god! This is worse than you imagined! You two aren't dating or friends with benefits!
You're married!
Oh, and just to top things off, Ember's been doing this thing recently where...well.... You're not exactly sure if she's just fucking with you or not, but...
The bits clink beneath Ember as she turns to her side to look at you. Smirking, she slowly rubs her hand up and down her stomach.
"So uh...the egg should be laid any day now."