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Chains rattled each time Rarity moved. They bound her wrists to the podium where she stood, stark naked out in the open, a cool breeze kissing her alabaster skin. Her supple flesh was marinated in a sweet nectar which made her supple physique glisten like it was oiled up, catching the sun's rays which traced over and conformed to her every voluptuous curve. She heaved heavy breasts, pastel pink nipples stiff and wide, locks trailing about her to frame the dimples of her shapely buttocks.
Her legs spread while she tried to maneuver about the mountaintop, a cliffside nearby which yawned into a wide chasm. The blue skies were covered in fluffy white clouds. A patch of thin pubic hair which matched her mane adorned the top of her tightly clamped labia, forbidden to be touched until this day, the day of the ceremony for her tribe commenced.
She reminded herself this was her destiny, that her people depended on her. Out of all the possible virginal women she had been chosen for her raw, sensuous beauty. A lesser sacrifice would be burnt alive by the dragon's flames. No, instead she was to be eaten, an idea which made her heart quicken and her eyes water each time it relentlessly played in her mind without ceasing.
She was swathed in makeup, and wore a choker around her neck, a constant reminder of her position in society. Worse still were the trio of diamond tattoos branded onto each of her buttcheeks.
The soldiers and priests had delivered her here in silence and left in haste. All she could do was await the appointed hour and try not to lament her fate.
Everyone will continue to live long, prosperous lives because of me. Especially my parents and Sweetie Belle. I have nothing to regret.
That was when a gale picked up, brought on by the beating of leather wings. The clouds parted, and a behemoth loomed into view, swallowing her in its silhouette. The fabled dragon was a mass of muscles encased in armor-like scales, eclipsing her when it slowly touched down on all fours, claws digging into the grass and dirt while it skulked over with a lazy swish of its tail.
Its wingspan collapsed onto its spiny back, and it gradually circled her several times, slit-like eyes studying her and a maw filled with razor-like teeth dripping with steamy drool. Despite how hard she told herself to be brave, all her prey instincts kicked in before the mighty predator, and her legs wobbled, tears slipping down her cheeks while warm urine trailed down her thighs.
It's not my place to plead for my life. What would be the point? Isn't this supposed to be my sacred duty...?
The beast paused before her and rose to sit on its haunches. Her pouty lips trembled, certain this was where it would begin his feast, if it considered her worthy. Would he swallow her whole? Or tear her to meaty chunks and savor her?
“Please,” she pleaded. “If you can understand me, I don't ask much, but...make it quick, if you can. And leave no trace of me. I don't want to be an ugly stain on this world.” She closed her eyes and softly sobbed, paralyzed by sheer, primal terror.
Suddenly her cheek was nuzzled by his snout. “No need to be afraid. My name's Spike.”
Her eyes blinked open several times, wondering if she'd gone delirious. “You...you can talk, darling?”
“Yeah. I'm not just a monster, despite appearances.” His voice while booming was surprisingly soft-spoken and casual. “I can't let most people know that, though, or they'd probably hunt me down and slay me. You won't tell, will you?”
She shook her head. “I hardly can when you plan to...to...”
“What, eat you? I don't do that to the women sent here each year, despite what humans think. Actually, I ferry them away to far off villages, and set them up with new lives where they're taken in by other families. It sucks they have to leave their loved ones behind, but that's better than dying, right?” He bowed his head. “I never asked for this arrangement. But if I don't keep it up I'll crush the faith your village depends on. I figure this isn't such a bad trade off, if it helps them keep the peace.”
Her worldview was collapsing around her. Somehow she believed him, sensed the nobility of his spirit, behind that monstrous appearance. No...he was actually quite debonair, once one became accustomed to him. She wanted to reach out and caress his musculature but the binds drew taut. “Oh, sorry.” His talons carefully bent the restraints until they snapped loose and fell.
She pressed her palms and cheek to his chest, listened to his heartbeat while she wept. “I-I won't be able to-?”
“See your family and friends anymore? I'm afraid not.” He wrapped his wings around her. “You'll be considered a failure if your sent back and executed by those in charge, won't you? Probably after some long, humiliating trial before the whole village. It's a cruel world out there. I know. Most of my race have been hunted to extinction by other scattered tribes.”
“I'm...sorry.” She stroked his snout, while he hunched over her.
“Nah, it's fine. We do hunt humans for food and sport, after all. But I've never eaten one. Just cows, mostly, when I need meat. Try to do without it when I can. When you're ready you can ride with me over the countryside. I'll show you several places, let you pick where you want to settle down. I'll have to land somewhere far away of course. Also, we'll stop by my cave to pick you out some clothes. I hate to steal, but what choice do I have?” His eyes traveled over her shapeliness with blatant curiosity.
She stepped back and stood before him without shame. “Do you like what you see, dear?”
He paused a moment, unable to look away. “W-well...I certainly don't mind.” Despite his gentlemanly protests he practically drooled. Nor could he hide his pocket-like sheath, where a couple of red protrusions started to poke out.
“I thought I was going to die today. My name is Rarity, by the way. How rude of me not to introduce myself earlier, but I'm certain you understand, given the circumstances.” He nodded while she skulked over with a sway of her round hips. “Mmm, in truth, I...I was afraid I'd die a virgin. Even if I hadn't been chosen, I would have ended up as little more than some brute's prized trophy wife most likely, condemned to pop out his babies until I was too addled to function, if I survived repeated childbirth.”
“Uh...” His fin-like ears flicked. “What are you suggesting...?”
Her eyes half-lidded with a coy smile. “That I reward you, you handsome beast.”
“You...you don't have to-” His half-hearted protests turned to groans when she knelt before him, her warm palms placed upon his even warmer testicles which churned under her gentle touch. She placed her lips upon his sheath, kissed it with small pecks, and a bit of slimy precum splattered her face in a thick glob which made her sputter. “S-sorry!”
She quietly laughed and wiped it with her hand. “It's fine. You don't have much experience either, do you?”
“That obvious, huh?” He wheezed and shuddered while she stroked his twins, coaxing them out, the crimson meat covered in fleshy barbs that would trace the inner walls of a female and through sheer pleasure open up her cervix to take his virile seed.
“It's my first time, too. Let it come naturally.” Her tongue started to trace up a cock, while she massaged the other with both hands. Her own slit grew engorged with blood which filled its meaty pink lips, wet and ready to be parted and bred.
“F-fuck,” he wheezed. Carefully he ran his digits through her mane, stroking it with low gasps.
She giggled and licked up more of his pre while it oozed out, swallowing the salty treat which painted her lips and dripped down her chin, stray portions falling onto her bulbous breasts. For once she had the power, making him surrender to his own passions and pleasures, his now fully erect cocks throbbing while she teased them only to slow down and deny him release.
He whimpered and chewed his lower lip. “R-Rarity~!”
She stood and pressed his dragonhoods to her, practically danced upon them, pressing them between her shiny udders while she kissed his urethra and started to nibble and suck on it. Her face blazed hot pink, her eyes sultrily staring up at him.
It was too much. He roared and barely raised his head in time, shooting out a plume of emerald flame. His nethers pulsed and he unloaded copious amounts, enough to fill the entire womb of a fellow dragon, with such force she was blown off him and sent skidding backwards under a small tidal wave of sticky cum which completely drenched her head-to-toe in its wake.
She slid across the podium on her spunk-soaked bottom, coughing from the ton she'd swallowed from the initial assault, it still burning hot while it settled into her stomach. She practically vomited up his load.
More sluiced down her entirety, matted her hair, eyelashes, and pubes, lines of it dangling and swaying off her nipples. Having been dolled up for this event, her mascara ran freely down her cheeks.
Spike's face twisted in horror and guilt. “Are you okay?!”
“I'm fine darling,” she assured him with a grin and a wink. “It was quite unexpected, but not unpleasant. Nor undeserved after I teased you so much. Yet that's only because I wanted it to feel even better.”
In truth she almost lost it herself, covered head-to-toe in his sperm, and her nostrils flared each time she breathed in his potent musk, inhaled it to her core. She desired him more than ever.
Lowering herself to all fours, she turned so that her pastel pink orifices were presented to him. “Take me,” she practically commanded. “Breed me and make me yours. I'd rather live with you than waste my life away in some dull hamlet!”
“Are you certain? You could live out a normal life-”
“Yes! Hurry up! Please,” she added more nicely with a wiggle of her hips and bottom. It was her chance to decide her own destiny for once, to live a more exciting, romantic life with this surprisingly docile 'monster'. She was tempted to beg him to take her back home, and burn all those in charge, but...that wouldn't really be fair, would it?
She couldn't condemn her people to that, even after what they'd done. Especially her loved ones, who were surely mourning her loss even now.
“I'm not sure we're compatible,” he admitted lining himself up with her. Cautiously he rubbed his still wet tips on her orifices in circles, lubing them up, before he worked in the tips. She relaxed herself to take him, feeling the flesh part wide, swallowing him while he embedded himself into her lower holes. She released a blissful sigh, helping work him into her with another shake.
He couldn't sink very deep before he touched her cervix entrance. She whined a little in disappointment, but nevertheless felt herself filled by him, his ridges pleasantly scraping at her pink interiors. He moved with subdued humps, which still caused her body to shake, her udders hanging low and slapping each time he plunged into her with wet slaps.
She looked over her shoulder with a leer, watched him dominate her, knowing that once slip up and this predator could tear his prey apart from the inside-out if he lost himself too much in the moment. The thrill made her tingle all over, especially in her nether regions, which dripped down her inner thighs and over his balls. “Take me. Make me yours alone!”
She also realized the force of his cumshot could probably burst open her womb. Her eyes rolled into her head, almost welcoming the possibility, never having been so aroused in her life knowing it lay entirely within his claws. He'd mate her to completion and the only way he'd stop is if she begged him to, not that she would with how wonderful it felt!
His eyes turned even more slit-like as bestial instincts started to overtake him. He tried to subdue them, unwilling to lose control, but they made him see her as nothing more than the equivalent of a bitch that needed to be bred. To take his seed and bear him life, although he wasn't certain if they were capable of such a conception together. He growled, picking up his pace some, but still aware enough to know he couldn't afford to break her. She moaned louder, buttocks bouncing under his thrusts.
Again-and-again he fucked her, laying a claw atop her scalp, pressing her face down. Her cheek pressed into the spunk still coating the podium, her fuckholes tightening around him, milking him while she deliriously giggled between coos.
Happily she submitted to him, feeling his claws knead her tits and buttocks. His elongated tongue wrapped around both her breasts, squishing them, encircling both her nipples and flicking them. She reached back and tweaked her inflamed clitoris, rubbing it and chewing on her lower lip. “Oh Spikey-Wikey...I-I'm close! You can let it out inside, if you want~”
“I-I can't! Much as I'd like to, it would kill you!” But his body moved on its own, muscles drawn taut, his claw pulling on her hair. She squealed and opened her mouth wide, squirting all over his lap. “Sh-shit!” That pushed him over too, her pussy now clamped so tight around him he struggled to pull free. He tightened up to restrain himself, but a few sputters still escaped his cocks, her insides painted with such force her stomach bloated a little from the excess that oozed around her well-used holes.
He withdrew, a mixture of their excretions still connecting them to her sexholes, as he allowed himself to unload. Another deluge rained repetitively all over her, until she was absolutely drenched, the white rain sliding all over and dangling off her.
He unfurled his wings and opened his maw wide skyward, roaring while he breathed a cone of flame, nostrils flexing and casting out wisps of grayish-black smoke. They both emptied themselves, their loins still quaking until the end.
Afterward he scooped her up and crushed her to his chest. He lowered his snout to meet her mouth, and they shared a quiet, tender, drawn-out kiss. “I could've hurt you really bad, you know. You're lucky.”
“Not as lucky as you, Spikey-Wikey,” she teased using a nail to trace his pecs. “Take me away from this dreadful place.”
His tail rocked while he considered her request. “Okay, but you might want to clean yourself up a little first!”
She laughed and shook herself clean the best she could. It was nice not to have to act like a lady, sometimes. He curled his tail around her waist, scooped her up, and planted her between the seat-like spines on his back.
She shouted in glee, straddling him, feeling his body heat between her thighs and warm her still moist vulva which pressed upon his scaly back.
“Hold on tight,” he warned and her hands clamped onto one of his spines, leaning forward and feeling her soft breasts mash on his chiseled mass. With a slow beat he rose heavenward, the sun now starting to dip on the mountainside.
If I must live my life as someone's slave, I'd rather be his. Better that than a broodmare to some man.
Her hair whipped behind her while they glided through the air. She gazed wide-eyed at the countryside below, barely able to believe she'd not only 'tamed' a terrifying drake of legend, but that she was now carried nude atop him to a new life.
Certainly she'd miss everyone in her life; particularly Sweetie Belle. Wiping her eyes, she hoped they would move on quickly, and have a better life than ever thanks to her 'sacrifice' which was supposed to bring a bountiful harvest as a result.
“Thank you Spike,” she whispered, and her face hardened in renewed determination to grasp what she hoped was a bright future. She caressed her choker, a symbol of her status for life.
A hand rested on her abdomen, both unaware of the alterations his seed was making to her physiology...