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The Special Essence
It was an almost overnight thing and it was so abrupt that it shook Canterlot to its core. Not long after the rise and unification of Equestria and its allies under the rule of Princess Twilight, assisted with soon-to-be retiring Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, did creatures of all kinds come to try and barter with ponies and set themselves up shop in Canterlot.
This is one shop and it was run by a dragon. And within the week of his set up in Canterlot, did he unveil a product that would change Canterlot itself. A new product that was beyond wild expectations of ponies. It could be used as whatever it needed to be, for titles and its uses were infinite.
An ointment, used to cleanse and polish fur on a pony’s face and body. The effects seemed to also glisten on its wearer for a while as well.
Consuming it with some added viagra-like qualities and invigorates sexual stamina in ponies, mostly in mares, though males get a small boost in it. It prolongs orgasms and helps restart arousal states within the hour to go on again.
Adding it to certain foods, not only increases its tastes and texture, as well as increases vitamins and nutrients. While blending diminished slightly, adding it directly on top enhances the flavors.
While it was a unique smell upfront, once the creator of the new product came out that it warrants attraction for some species but keeps away most pests, many ponies began to wear it as perfumes or colons. The test was conducted when a stallion sprayed it over himself. In a tub full of rats, insects and other disgusting things, they immediately retracted from him, fear or disgust wasn’t known, all the while it still made him look dashing. It also was perfect for keeping manes and tails straight with other fur and mane products.
The invention was amazing and yet… no pony could figure out what it was. A thick sludge of near creamy whitish silver that could be altered in natural organic ingredients depending on the need or use. However magical interventions seem to dilute it quite extensively, hence it remains an enigma. Whenever somepony came to ask what went into the ingredients, the dragon would respond with a sly but amused remark. “Trademark Dragon secret!” That seemed not to please ponies especially when the dragon would only produce a small amount of it per day.
He could only ‘produce’ a gallon’s worth in a day but would have to spend the weekend days ‘re-creating’ the product again in larger quantities.
Word spread fast about the product and soon, it reached the ears of many companies. Not long after the dragon’s unveiling, companies were coming from all over to get the product under their chains. Many were bribing or downright demanding him to relinquish his secrets to them.
But it was difficult to do so when A, he was a dragon, and B, money meant little to him because he already had a hoard(unbeknownst to most of Canterlot) worth more than many elites. He wasn’t easily threatened or intimidated and he wasn’t bribed by the most ludicrous of ponies. The question would come up however as to why he did this.
The only response given was… because it was a fun ‘pass’ time! With an economy so willing to work with other creatures now, I think it would be best to introduce something new to Equestria!’
After a month, it became difficult to keep up with demand and so, he reached out to see if he could gain some help from family or friends. Two family members would be over in a week to come and ‘aid’ him and along with that, he had gotten a message from the Dragon Lord herself stating that she was coming to the first ever Dragon establishment in Equestria. He was not a native to the Dragon Lands like many believed but he was well aware of current occupancies of the Dragon Lord mantle as well as the alliances between Equestria and the Dragonlands.
So that was going to make things interesting.
His day begins on the weekend and for him, the only two days off in the week. The first day was ‘making’ his product. The next day was to spend time creating or getting the ingredients to add to his own and make different potions and things for his apothecary. The dragon was taller than Celestia herself but not tall enough to disturb the height requirements amongst the citizens. Two short horns come from his head with end tips that point up. Pure silver scales covered his entire body from scalp to tail that in many lighted situations, his scales would glisten brightly and reflect most of the lights around him.
His snout was pointed, with no protruding teeth, his eyes were black slitted irises on whites. His tail extended not too far out from his body, enough to know where he could fit and not damage anything in fragile establishments. His underbelly was an almost diamond coating color that started from his chin and ran down to his tail. His membrane on his wings had an almost transparent witness to it and it curved out at the bottoms much like bat wings. He was not broad but just above lean in size. Last, he was the only dragon to wear a garment for his lower half.
It was a loin cloth of sorts, an ivory white with golden highlighted lines woven material at the edges that covered the front of his legs and the back with a hole for his tail. The front was a triangle that extended down to his knees while the one behind was more of a simple curved flap. It confused many ponies why he wore them since most ponies walked around naked most of the time.
When asked about it, his response was that it is cosmetics and it helped with the appeal of being part of Canterlot society. Not to mention that he was not like a feral member of his kin of the Dragon Lands, so it was standard living.
What many ponies didn’t know was that he himself was a rarity amongst dragons, being so few of his ‘kind’ out there and it worked to his advantage.
Walking outside of his shop, his loincloth waved back and forth but never revealing his neithers, he stepped out onto the cobblestone road and into the rays of Celestia’s sun. His scales reflected most of the light, causing him to shine a bit more than most of the jewelry the elites here wear.
The dragon known as Sliverscale, pulled out a satchel, a bright gray with golden coating silk on its sides, strapped to his back wings, taking a casual stroll towards the edge of Canterlot. A jug of his essence and money for his day within and not much else to weigh him down. His morning would have normally began with a trip to the shops that carried ingredients that can be mixed and matched with his special essence. All of his ingredients were natural blends that came from flora, spices, oils, food, etc. Each one could be combined with other ingredients and more. However, he knew that too much of anything could dilute his own ‘product’ and he hated the idea of such a thing to go to waste.
One troubling aspect of setting up shop here in Canterlot, was the fact that because his product was so high in demand, so were the ingredients that he needed to make them. Now, he had enough gems and diamonds to plunge the economy of Canterlot to the pits and he figured that if Canterlot were to ever bring him down… well, it would be a delight to see the faces of many elites crumble in sheer fear or distraught of how much their bits really were worth.
Ever since he established shop, every time he wanted to go buy ingredients from some shops here, they would bump their prices to ridiculous levels or they would cut him a deal if they got a vial or more from his stock. Some downright demanded that if he was to get anything from them, that he had to reveal to them his secrets.
A pretty much ‘fuck you’ was given to them in ‘draconic’ tongue and he would walk away. Because of this, he now had to turn and get his ingredients from somewhere else. This brought him towards the edge of the city on the cliffside of Canterlot, where down below the mountain range, and a few miles out, was the quiet little town of Ponyville.
Without much of a thought, he casually walked over the edge, dropping the side of the mountain. As he fell, he angled forward and aimed downward, opening his wings and smoothed his flying while using his speed to head towards the quiet town.
He reached Ponyville in less than 30 minutes. While not too long ago ponies saw dragons as scary or intimidating, now it was becoming as common as seeing Yax, a Kirin, a griffin or even a changeling. Not too many dragons came, but just enough not to warrant fear, like a giant one was still one to be feared, but he was no giant. The school that was created by Princess Twilight had opened many doors for many creatures.
He pulled up and landed down next to the market area where many creatures come and set up shop for food, goods, items and many of which anycreature could find useful. But there were only a few that carried the ingredients he needed to make his special blends or his custom orders.
The first of his many shops was his favorite one and the only one with ponies that he would trade his ‘product’ with so easily. Well… zebra would be the better term.
The town’s sole stripped pony and shaman had established a small stall along with other ponies and creatures. Part of her stall carried trinkets of her homeland that brought a different aspect to the already variable and unique shops here.
Many heads turned and saw the glistening dragon, but very few were out of fear or curiosity. The rest was mostly of interest and something else…
Zecora was the name he remembered fondly and it was pleasing to hear the zebra speak, especially to one of her best customers and her favorite trader. Pulling close, along with tug along ponies, the shaman instantly recognized the dragon and smiled.
“My, My, a silver scaled friend of mine, here to say ‘hello’ and ‘hope’ everything is fine?”
Silverscale gave a nod and warm smile in return.
“Zecora, a pleasure and yes, I hope everything is fine.”
She nodded and without having to ask, she reached down and pulled out a large sack. He heard the jingles and clinks of vials, potions and everything else that he needed. Pulling away the strap, she opened it and revealed the contents he needed and more.
His eyes widened and he smiled with glee. “Oh, you have more to offer my sweet zebra?”
A mischievous smirk spread across her mouth. “Indeed my friend of silver, I aim to deliver! Though you must not think of me wrong and so eager for your presence, I do hope that you may provide me with a small vial of your… essence.” A small purr left her and should another pony have been close enough, they would have looked at the zebra with shock or confusion.
With a smirk of his own, he reached for his pack and opened it up. Instead of a small vial like she expected, he introduced her to a large jug, normally used for milk(ironically) and passed it over to the zebra. The clear bottle showed the silvery white substance, swishing around, much like the milk it held once before, but the liquid was much thicker.
The shaman stared wide eyed and a blush had formed on her face. Her tail swished back and forth, which caused a small whiff of her excitement to make its way to him. His draconic nose instantly caught her scent, a small rumble left his throat.
“Will this more than cover our trade, Ms. Zecora?”
The zebra was still blushing madly, with her eyes half lidded while she would shift back and forth with her legs. “Oh, my dear silver friend, this is more than our usual trend. Though this zebra has never known to have much luck, would it please him if later on we made time for a fu-”
“Zecora!” A yellow filly came running up to her stall. The zebra halted her final words and focused on the approaching filly. The silver dragon stepped to the side, allowing her to see the zebra. The filly in a yellow coat with red mane and tail, tied by a cute little bow, passed Silverscale, giving him a brief smile. “Sorry! I needed ta’ see Ms. Zecora befo' I left.”
Silverscale gave a small nod and a warm smile. “No problem dear, I was just finishing up here quickly.” He then pulled the sack of his items to his own sack, while pushing the jug towards the shaman. The filly, known as Applebloom, stared questioningly at the jug. She saw that it was something that had been in Zecora’s hut but only in small quantities.
“Hey! Ain’t tha’ the rare stuff tha’ you've been tryin ta’ make las’, Ms. Zecora? You wer’ kinda sad you had ran out.”
While she did her best to settle herself in the presence of the filly, she did give a nod to her.
“Why yes it is my dear Applebloom, but thanks to my friend, I shall feel no gloom.” She then gave a small nod to him. “And it brings me such pleasure, that I have a large amount to treasure. With this amount that I have available, my potions will have a kick most favorable.”
“Whats’ in it?” She asked, pulling close to the jug. “It don’ look like anythan’ we’ve worked on befo’.”
The zebra felt shame at the fact that she may have to explain to her little assistant what really was in the jar, but Silverscale stepped in to give her an answer. “My dear, this special ‘ingredient’ is something that only made my dragons like me. I am sure that you have seen many dragons out there and here, but I can guarantee that you have never seen one like me?” A shake of her head was the answer and he gave an understanding nod. “Kind of how each pony has a different tribe that contributes a different aspect to the field, I am a dragon that does the same. I am a rare dragon at that, which is why Ms. Zecora here wants what I offer that others cannot.”
The filly nodded though the question remains. “Okay, but tha’ still doesn’t explain what it is? Some kinda potion or herb or somethin’? I saw Ms. Zecora drink som’a it but then she also used it fo’ other potions.”
The blush that was on the zebra was strong and her face was beyond heated.
“Oh, did she now?” The dragon asked in feign surprise, casting a glance at the zebra. Seeing her face beat red, the shaman gave a quick cough in her hoof.
“Um… My dear Applebloom, please allow Mr. Silverscale business to resume. His product is special indeed, though I must insist that this exchange be finished with speed.”
The filly blinked in confusion. “Why? Is it somethan’ dangerous?” Then a pause. “Wait, it wouldn’t be if you had drank several of them at once.”
The zebra desperately wanted to tell the filly to keep her mouth shut, cheeks burning red with embarrassment much to Silverscale’s amusement. He delighted himself in seeing her like this and just allowed it to go on a bit further. “My little pony, while I know you have many questions, I can safely tell you that this product is harmless on its own. In fact, it can be very beneficial, but it works better for adults than the young. Much like how you have to be older in order to drink alcohol, though I am sure that you know of that?”
Applebloom nodded instantly. “Yea! Ma family have hard apple cider tha’ they sell on the side.” She paused and then she finally understood. “Oh, so it’s stuff like tha’?”
He nodded and Zecora silently released a low and uneasy breath she had been holding. “As I said, my little Applebloom, there is no fear of doom. The essence he brings is to calm my head, for many times I just need something to help me go to bed.”
“Oh… alright then.” A pause then she looked up at him. “Can I taste ah’ small sample then?”
A dark chill ran up the spine of the shaman, while her face stayed red with embarrassment and slight dread upon hearing the words. There was no escaping this filly’s curious nature and it would bring her much fear should she really find out what really was in the bottle.
Silverscale, cool as he could be with information that was deemed unsafe or dangerous, gave a small chuckle. “Of course you can,” A small brief look of disgust and anger was shot at him by Zecora. “Provide that Zecora has any more left. You know that this essence is valuable and it’s to help herself and many ponies and other creatures who need it. My shop up in Canterlot cleans me out weekly and it’s difficult to make more than what is demanded of me on a daily basis, so please understand AppleBloom that while you are curious to try it, Zecora needs enough of it to keep up with her own potions and products here. While I am upset she drank up the vials quickly, I hope she uses them for their original intent to help others.”
The filly was very intelligent and he knew that she would continue to probe on if she wasn’t given a valuable or reasonable explanation. She would eventually drain the poor zebra out and cause her to reveal the truth. Dropping it, the filly gave a nod. “Sure! If any remains then?” Zecora nodded albeit with some hesitation and red face.
“O-Of course my sweet filly. Now, be best on your way to your way and not to worry about anything silly. When you return, I’ll bring on a new lesson for you to learn.”
The filly gave an excited nod. “Sounds good, Ms. Zecora! I’ll see ya later! Gotta go! An’ nice meeting y'all, Mr. Silverscale!”
She ran off to her activities, leaving the two of them alone. A visible and heavy sigh left Zecora, practically dropping her on her plot. She shook with such great anxiety that she grabbed the vial, popped its cork, poured some into an available cup and poured another liquid, most likely alcohol from her stash. Without hesitation, she tossed it back and swallowed the whole drink and sighed.
Great bemusement was plastered on his face, as she finished, though he made no comment. The action did cause a stir in his slit, enough for a pit of pink to point from his opening but hidden by his loincloth. She settled on a light glare on him. “Such a jest, I’d consider you a pest! To allow this questioning filly, go on and on, just to be silly!” A snort left her. “I have half a mind, to not allow you to enjoy my behind!”
A small cocked brow. “Is that so?” He challenged her idle threat. “Then I suppose it's time for me to go?” He rhymed in mock. She half glared but with a red tinted face but he smugly stared down at her knowing the answer.
From another’s point of view, this looked like it was going to involve a heated argument or physical confrontation but from an inner circle, it was going to be a heated physical confrontation later.
Any near bystanders drew away until Zecora managed to break her hold and sighed, for her arousal grand and her tail twitching in agitation. “My stall, before dark. Best not be late, unless you miss my mark. For now, leave me be, for I need to sell while there is still a shopping spree.”
He smiled and nodded. “Of course my stripped friend, I'll wait for you after the shopping spree comes to an end.” Whether it was a jest to her rhyming, she didn’t know but the way he turned and walked away while swaying his tail in front of her made her more furious and perhaps… more visibly aroused. She threw some vials of scent around her to mask the scent while beginning to add his ‘ingredient’ to her other vials and really use them for their intended purposes.
Silverscale walked through Ponyville, casually and without incident. His frequent visits to here made him known but not Canterlot famous. The only reason he kept it there was because the resident dragons he knew of reside here.
Spike and Smolder. They were in a sense traditional dragons in every way and name in that sense. While they were more feral-istic in their nature, he was more anthropomorphic, akin to the Absynians or other naturally born bi-peds. They were curious to his nature like others but more so because he stood out from any dragons than the ones in the homeland. As is, his kin were naturally rare and few in between, even amongst other dragons, so he peeked their natural curiosity like others, but them more so.
He also knew that due to their sharing the same species scents albeit one more feral than the other, those two would also be able to tell what was in the secret ingredient, especially Smolder. He was sure that if she was ever exposed to it, she would instantly know what it was, so he did his best to steer them away from his special ‘ingredient’ or make it seem not so special to dragons.
Silverscale also became aware that both may or may not have a fascination with him that bordered on crushes or arousal. Spike showcased his shyness to him but did stick close to him when they hung out. Smolder was more reserved but her scent was always lingering around him, so he knew that this was some form of attraction.
He didn’t mind but for the time being he kept them as friends.
In the meantime, he buzzed around Ponyville for the rest of the day, buying knick-knacks and other potential ingredients for his own. Experimenting was also a passion of his, especially since it helped expand his ‘ingredient’ to other markets. Ponyville was where the most fresh ingredients could be found, especially rare or odd ones, hence how he encountered the local shaman zebra.
Though it frightened him a bit when she instantly deduced to him what his ‘ingredient’ was on the spot when he was exchanging with her. The exact words to hysterically come from her mouth were, ‘Have my eyes gone dumb? Or is that a bottle full of Dragon cum?’
After briefly explaining the craze to her in Canterlot, she was bemused at his actions and choice to introduce a new product to Canterlot, the mare laughed at the poor fools who buy his stock just to shove it on their faces.
‘High elites of Canterlot, how much they have fought; to get their special product of feed, nothing more than dragon seed!’
Despite knowing this, she did warm up to his antics and with much enthusiasm showed interest in his products, offering to try some with her own, if it truly had the magical properties he boasted.
A short test of mixing her special potions and his ‘ingredient’ later, had a concoction that made an inferior potion, now usable and with beneficial effects. That was the start of their business practice as well as the added effect that when Zecora tried a sip of his essence, she was instantly hit with arousal. While the shaman was no stranger to carnal arts, the practice of bedding a different creature was… alien and inviting.
As it was now, he was now bedding a zebra, on top of fucking half of Canterlot too. Life couldn’t get better.
Shortly before sundown, he did receive a visit from Spike and in tow was Smolder. The duo dragons were very, very happy to see as they both flew at him like missiles with open arms for hugs. He caught both of them, their affectionate tackle hugs were always welcomed, even with the subtle sniffs and rubs against him.
“Hey you two, what brings you both to little old me?” He asked bemusedly as he lowered them down to the floor.
“We heard you were in town and decided to say ‘Hi’ before you left.” Smolder answered enthusiastically, bouncing lightly on her feet.
Spike waved a scroll in front of him. “Also, Twilight wanted me to give you a letter, seeing if you would be willing to send you products to her as well as Princess Luna, Celestia and even Cadance.”
Taking the scroll, he unfolded it and read it. He was aware of their still close proximity and their sizes to where he was compared to them. Smolder was just at the lower waist area while Spike was over his knee.
The general request was more towards having a quantity to the Princesses delivered as well as asking for the process in ‘making’ his ingredient. They wanted to know how it could be replicated to vast quantities, for Twilight had experimented on it and found other benefactors to it. The few she added were ‘cleaner colons’, ‘healthier manes’, ‘glue-like-qualities’ and so on. The only thing she asked was why he was limited to adults and not foals or young?
He decided to leave that question until he returned back to Canterlot the following day. He put the scroll into his pouch before refocusing on the dragons, both who had inched their ways towards him. He gave a half smirk. “So, even the princesses are interested in my ‘special ingredient’, then?”
Both nodded with Spike adding, “Yeah and word got out to Dragon Lord Ember about your product and she is coming to visit.”
Silverscale confirmed this. “I am aware, though she might have a different attitude towards this.”
“Why?” Smolder asked curiously, “I figured she would be happy that a dragon has already built good relations and a shop in Canterlot?”
He gave a half nod, giving a half truth. “While she is happy that a dragon is part of Equine culture, I think she would be more interested in why one like myself has decided to set up shop. My kin are more reclusive and very rare in the world.”
“Would that really matter to her?” Smolder’s question came out as confused and unsure. “I mean, any dragon making a name for us is better than not?”
He nodded and leaned in, bringing them closer much to their delight. “It is, but as I said, we shall see when we meet.”
They chatted for almost an hour or so, with both young dragons really trying to impress him with their adventures and chosen roles for him. Smolder was aiming to be a teacher here while Spike is going to school to become Twilight’s future advisor and diplomat. He encouraged them to push on and make sure to keep their hearts strong and their heads in the right place. Both agreed and made sure that their ‘goodbye’ hug was extra long, strong and perhaps a bit more ‘handsy’. He didn’t show any discomfort towards their physical contact with him, after all, it was only a crush. They would most likely fall for each other then him.
Once he finished with them, Silverscale returned back to his shopping in Ponyville. He bought sweet treats from SugarCube corner, he restocked his inks, bought a bunch of empty vials and returned a book back to the Crystal Library. His last assignment was getting some custom clothing from Carousel Boutique by the seamstress and her assistant in training, Yona. Though even the yak herself was curious about the clothing.
“Why ‘shiny’ dragons wear clothing?” She asked, earning a small glare from Rarity who was about to chastise her about questions like that but he responded with a smile. The calf slightly flinched at Rarity’s glare but remained on her question as they brought up his loincloth.
“It’s more cosmetic my dear and while it seems odd to see if on a dragon, my kin prefer to cover up, much like the minotaurs or abyssinians do as well to hide their extremities.”
The female yax nodded in understanding, easing Rarity’s slight tinge in . However, Yona was still very curious about his loincloth, despite an answer given. “But don’t dragons have slits, hide everything?”
Rarity all but turned red. “Yona!” She barked at her, earning a wince from her but amusing Silverscale. “We do not ask personal questions or assume creatures' natural way to hide their-'' She stopped, almost too red to say it out loud, though the yax lowered her head in shame and apologized.
“Worry not, Ms. Rarity. Yona is as curious as are so many others and while I do understand that you have to be professional, yet Ms. Yona here is correct.” The young calf instantly perked up while Rarity remained red but stayed silent, giving a raised brow. “My kin do hide our privates in slits but it still is a matter of modesty and care for others around us. It is best however that we do have something to cover up just in case we offend the wrong species. I also do know that like minotaurs and abyssinians, it can also be a way to attract mates as well.” A pause and he looked over the work on his new loincloth.
Almost like his own, the whole was made of strong silk that felt soft to the touch. The pattern edged on it as well as draconic symbols covered it. “We actually copied some of the other species and their styles of clothing. That is why I used abyssinian woven silks, blended in with minotaur wool. The feline work is sturdy yet soft, while the wool provides weight and balance so it does not flap around to expose everything.”
He explained more, giving the seamstress and her assistant much insight on the clothing of others, prompting them to not only learn more, but perhaps both starting a new line and trend for other creatures. Once their conversation had finished, it was time for him to go.
“Well Mr. Silverscale,” Rarity spoke with delight on her newly fond ideas of supplying other creatures with clothing. “You have provided me and Yona here with some incredible ideas for other creatures. I honestly never really thought of making clothing for just creatures on all fours but for the bi-peds as well!”
The silver drake gave a courteous bow. “It was my pleasure Miss Rarity and I thank you for having his all done. I promise to advertise your work in my shop, to any and all creatures.
Rarity and Yona gave a small bow back. “And I appreciate your willingness to work with us. Please do visit us again.”
“I shall.” WIth that, he left the Boutique and headed out. The sun hit the horizon and the shops were still busy trying to get last minute sales done, so he felt like he had time to get some late lunch from a stand. It was a unique one, griffin cuisine that carried meat. Although they were in Ponyville, the meat variety catered to those who were carnivores and attended schools, which bothered the local residents at first, but after the griffin showed them how he added food coloring to the meats to make it less horrific.
The vendor had varieties of meats including poultry, boars, large fish, and other non-sentient wild life. His choice was a simple cooked chicken sandwich splattered in blazing hot chillies, gem dust and veggies.
From there, he aimlessly walked around, enjoying the social area and community with the light interactions here and there. Come the setting sun, he returned to where Zecora was stationed at and saw her packing up her items, but leaving the tent as is, maybe she would return tomorrow.
Her behind was towards him, giving him a bare view of her marehood to him. Her tail was swishing and swinging as she hummed a native tune to herself, really not hiding anything from him. He smiled, leaned on his elbow on the stand and his head on palm, enjoying the view of her rear.
Silverscale was no perv by any means, for he knew he was surrounded by walking, naked ponies everyday and that meant their genitals were always in view. Yet, he knew that staring at a mare while her back was turned and her tail was up, was considered immoral and downright rude. But he couldn’t help but be intrigued by her details, especially her labia.
Despite being stripped, her outer lips were a black tone that matched her black stripes but if one were to slowly spread them, they would turn into a soft, beautiful pink on the inside. A touch of them could be seen along with her scent, which was truly alluring as she smelled of a mixture of things all blended into one. He couldn’t name them all but the big ones were the woody scents of the forests that surrounded her home, a mixture of sweets from the potions she brewed, a touch of sahara from her homelands and more.
Even from here, he could inhale her sweet scent and he enjoyed every second of it. Though not as much as the scent she releases when aroused and then after her orgasm. That was his antithesis to his own, but also his own drug.
Finally, the shaman raised herself, and turned around, did she see him leaning in with a fanged smile, causing her to cry out in dismaic whinny, followed by anger and annoyance. She let out a sharp bark of words in her native tongue, most likely swears and perhaps a jab at his species. He had been reading a few books on native zebras and their languages though he only got ‘lizard’ ‘pain’ and ‘idiot’, none of which deterred his grin.
She finally translated to proper Equish, though her discharge of harsh words was no-less than her mother tongue. “You overgrown ‘perverted lizard!’ Not once do you make a noise to be heard! You nearly stopped my heart! I swear if we were not in public I would tear you apart!” She continued to say vile things, all the while his grin remained, which further inflamed her wrath but she managed to settle down long enough to not warrant bystanders to stick around for the commotion.
Once she eased, he sighed and gave a longing look at her. “You know, you are never more beautiful than when you speak your native tongue, especially when angry.” He knew egging her on was a bad move but he couldn’t help himself. Though he quickly apologized before she could yell at him more. “I apologize however, my friend and hope this won’t quell any hopes of further aiding you in the future,” A pause then a smirk. “Or tonight.”
Oh, she hated that and he knew that she knew that he hated that but, she also loved his body. Not just the organ that he buried into her plump lips but the claws that raked gently across her skin, the soft nibbles on her neck or the sweet words that he tried to say in her native tongue but sometimes came out gibberish. Still, with the carness and love he put into his sexual prowess on her, she hated his foalish behaviore… or this case, whelpling behavior.
With a snort, she gave a small glare and she continued to pack, though she kept her tail down. “Be less of a jester, as I find this game of yours a pester! Help this shaman pack up, you clown! Celestia’s sun is now lowering down!”
He grinned knowing that even with his annoyingly smug look and words, he would always be ready to help her. Without any more words to infuriate her, he moved over and began to back up all of her important things. Since she mixed his product with her own, she had sold quite a lot so it didn’t mean much to carry back to her home.
Silverscale was her packmule and carried all of her stuff back to her home. The walk through the Everfree had intimidated him at first when he learned of it. However after finding out that most creatures here never messed with her or dragons, he became accustomed to the creepiness.
Not long after the sunset, did they approach her tree in the middle of the woods. Her home made within a tree did cause questions to always come up, but he simply knew that it was her choice and her life that made this a home.
The door opened and the many scents of her home washed over him, many that he was now truly familiar with. He lowered his head on entrance but knew there was much space for him upon entering. The light was only created by an ever burning fire pit and caught fireflies that hung around her home.
Zecora sighed as she settled her bags on the floor while her companion did the same. “I admit the benefits of your special ingredient, but I feel slightly ashamed it is so expedient. Even so, I am glad that you are able to provide such a vast quantity. Though I hope that it does not impact you in the future for its quality.” Her tail swished back and forth with rhyme, definitely not trying to rouse him. No.
He smiled as she swung her tail, flashing her blump bits to her and shook his head. “No my dear striped zebra. As long as I remain healthy and suited, I can provide for years to come.” He cocked his head a bit as her mare hood winked at him, causing him to stir down below. “But with your help, perhaps I could produce more… quantities than just my normal amount.”
She heard his tone change and she knew what she was doing to him, yet she continued to play coy. “Then what is needed for me to help you in this case? Hmm?” She kept her tail hiked up while keeping her lovely lips on display and shaking her rump. “A brew with a special ingredient? Or do we need to work on your endurance? To bring about your time of less temperance?”
By now, he was sporting a large tint on his loincloth, for he had found her scent flooding his nostrils and filling it with her own arousal. His play to be ignorant was a testament for her will to continue to taunt him but alas, he was still flesh and blood. He moved silently towards her, removing his loincloth and letting it fall on the floor, revealing his glory behind her.
A large red spire made of flexing ridges coated his organ, with a pointed slight curved tip. A bulbous base with veins could be seen as well. His length was that of a well endowed stallion, while the width was a hoof size. It was throbbing and eagerly seeking action.
He approached her behind, not directly aiming to penetrate her yet, but to tease her like she was teasing him. Even with her back turned, she could hear his approach, her body tensing at what was to happen, but never fully preparing for it. The tearshape marehood slowly opened and closed, exposing her wonderful sight and scent to him.
“My dear zebra, how do you treat me with such kindness,” He spoke softly, as he laid his throbbing organ on her hindlegs. The shaman froze as it made contact with her hind legs, which sent an all too familiar shiver up her spine. The heat that radiated from him was nothing compared to that thing that has been inside her before. Despite only laying with him twice, she still shivered and shook just by touching it. No stallion that she has been with could match it.
He pressed hard on her flanks, letting the tip ride up on them and letting them scrap past her tail hole, hiking up her tail. That was enough to make her give a quiet moan. Pulling away, he lowered his body down as he laid his claws on her flanks, giving them a light squeeze, groping them and using his thumb digits to spread them apart. The mare shuddered as he lowered his head to inhale her scent, the same one he has grown fond of.
“Y-You s-sure have a-a way with a m-mare’s flanks,” She moaned, trying to get out of her rhyming streak. “H-How many-y have you had… say ‘thanks’?”
He pressed his snout on her, lifting her hind legs up to his height and enjoying her winking labia. “Many in between, but none as succulent as a zebra as yourself.” He responded. Not wanting to further this game, he stuck his nose directly on her lips, taking in a deep direct whiff of her snatch, before pressing his pointed snout on them, gently rubbing up and down on them.
The shaman arched her back as the contact sent a powerful euphoric shock to her body. While she was not super sensitive, his scales on her skin was like a pleasure most stallions couldn’t replicate. He was hard but heated, sharp but graceful, big but gentle and most of all… he knew his mares.
A pointed tongue of long proportions left his maw and slid out, tasting the air around her winking hood, already catching the light wisps of her arousal in the air. Then he slowly landed on the outside of her lips, making contact and causing her to spasm, for his tongue was hot and very strong, for just pressing against her was enough to make her wink hard and start secreting.
He sat on the floor as he began the process of slowly eating her out. The appetizer was her outer lips but inner labia was the real treat. Each lap around her lips was a tease that made her shake and quiver, a short jolt of electricity to her body that made her slowly spill her nectar. Something that was Silverscale’s version of his need for ‘essence.’
His tongue spread her lips apart and plunged into her depths, with his claws hoisted her by her barrel up. The mare gave a squeal as he flicked and swirled his tongue deep within her depths, causing her to gush a torrent of fluid into his gullet. The taste was exquisite and the dragon worshiped her for it. The fluorescent exotic taste drove him mad and since his release of his product, he now understood what others saw in his product. The organ in her labia drove her mad as she squirmed and tossed in the air.
As he continued to assault her body, he was throbbing so much that his pre began to spurt in small amounts on the floor. Through her haze, she caught this and managed to moan out a complaint. “S-Save y-your s-seed!” A hard gush of more fluids left her, allowing her to finish her sentence. “D-Dont let it g-go w-without a-a mouth t-to feed! Ahh!”
He pulled his large tongue, making her groan in annoyance, his snout covered in her juices. Looking down, he did see an excessive amount of his precious seed on the floor. Setting her down, which didn’t work since her legs were like jelly and she half collapsed against her bed frame. The drake quickly ignored her for a moment and looked around for a large dish or pan.
From the corner of her kitchen area, he saw a large pan with heightened walls, about 10 inches across. It wouldn’t hold it all, but it would have to do.
He reached it with quick haste and brought it over and placed it by the foot of her bed. Confused, the shaman was about to ask, but a yelp left her as she was hoisted back up and promptly lifted to meet his face. Face still covered in her juices, he grinned. “I want to see what our two fluids could produce and see if anyone could tell what's in this one.”
Her face was fully flushed and the idea of other ponies and creatures tasting her fluids sent a powerful chill down her body that caused an orgasm to leave her. Perfectly aligned to the pan, her legs spasmed as she came a thick substance of mare cum that ran down her legs or dropped directly from the source. The moan that left her was strong and she knew that this was going to be something dirty and perhaps… illegal.
“That’s the idea!” He responded with glee before lowering her down over his pointed spire. Any fluid landed on the tip to coat it with her nectar, with his own pre making a continuous leak onto the pan and mixing with her own.
He knew he had her approval since the first time they fucked and knew what she liked. Unceremoniously, he half dropped, half guided her to his shaft, where he pierced her lips quickly and buried himself in her. Both dragon and pony moaned as their flesh merged and their pleasure spiked to high levels. He sank her down until half of his shaft was in her, each ridge scraping and touching her walls like no stallion could up until he bottomed her out with two-thirds of himself in her.
The zebra whinnied and cried out as another orgasm tore through her body, her walls remembering the great euphoric sensation that he brought her. Once he saw her settle, he began to bounce her on his shaft, up and down without ever leaving her body.
He made sure to hover over the pan as much as possible and really give it to her as their bodies collided. Skin met scales, creating large splating sounds that echoed in the tiny tree home, none of which bothered them. The mare became frenzied with pleasure as he assaulted her hole with much ferocity while maintaining a civil amount of control. His left claw held her by her ass, groping and squeezing it while his right held her barrel, allowing his claws to scrape over her body, sending slight shivers of those knife- like digits to wrack her body.
He pressed his snout against her neck, inhaling the deep rich scent of arousal, sweat and fragrances on her body. Each thrust was left with a gasp, a moan, a cry of joy or all of the above from her and he relished as her smaller body hugged his organ. Each time he spent with her was like the first and he couldn’t help but fall for this beautiful specimen of a mare. His phallus was enjoying the tight heat warmth it was surrounded by, unlike a dragoness’s womb but just as good.
He thrusted his hips forward as much as possible, the slaps making her hind legs bounce, making her cries of ecstasy higher and higher. Yeah, their size differences and his tenacity would make her sore tomorrow, but she was okay with that.
Years of trying to keep her mind sharp and focused, was shattered with his will and his drive to fuck her. To make every thrust count, to make every ridge scrape her walls and to make her feel… like the most important mare in the world. She envied those with mates, but knew that those like her were meant to live either alone or with a group and nothing more. Despite the dragon that was driving her insane with amazing thrusts and force, he cared for her, caressed her and nipped her neck with kisses that would make a mare feel loved.
This was all lust and while she enjoyed his company, she thrived on the short time she would be able to endure his body in hers. The amount of juices that left her body, that mixed and merged with his own seed, dripped into the pan like thick taffy, already overflowing the pan with their secretions. By now, he was focusing on trying to get off and cum now, since he had already brought her ‘Celestia’ knows how many orgasms. Either way, his thrusts became faster now as the slapping echoed faster and harder.
Her legs were already getting sore and the fact that her body was filled with so much euphoric bliss, his thrusting was the only thing keeping her from passing out. Not to mention all the pre-seed filling her up continued to pour out of her cunt and into the large pan.
Not long into it did he feel the impending feeling of his orgasm, this being far grander due to the fact he was inside of living flesh rather than using his claws or a toy. This was the real thing and the feeling was so good! He slowly clamped down on the scruff of her neck and began to scrape his sharp teeth in that area.
His end was coming near and he pushed himself onto the poor mare, trying to enjoy every single minute he could with her. Right up until the last moment, did he sink deep into the mare, burying as much as he could into her. He wanted this to last, like every other time he has been with her.
Zecora tightened around him, her walls clamping down hard on his organ and causing both to finally come together. The mare moaned loudly into the room, as her body spasmed and buckled as a powerful orgasm took her form, causing a mass torrent of juices to spill from her body. The feeling and the knowledge of bringing her to another orgasm was enough for him to grunt and hold tightly against her, as he too came hard inside of her.
THe large torrent of seed and juices flowed out of her like a waterfall and down onto the pain, running down their thighs and legs. Any lasting pleasure sent tingles or short twitches of euphoria to the dragon or zebra, having their bodies enjoy the remains of their aftermath.
Her drain had been great and despite being one to hold out longer than most, the stamina and the prowess of the dragon had her beat, so it was he who had remained strong until the end.
The drake had set her on her bed, laying her with gentle grace. His size wouldn’t allow him to sleep with her on the bed but he didn’t mind sleeping on her floor. After all, it was the closest he would be to sleeping with someone else. The night took its wane and he closed his eyes to recover for the day after.
Come morning, the zebra woke up visibly relaxed but sore on her legs. She was content but left in slight discomfort, though that was nothing new to her when it came down to him.
She heard the sound of viles and liquids being used in her home, wondering what sort of task he was accomplishing. Rising, she saw the silver drake over her table with all sorts of potions and ingredients. One vial she did see seemed to contain his essence but notice he lightly scratched with his claw a line on the side. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and spoke with a yawn. A wince as she shifted on her bed to try and sit up. “Good morning, my lovely Drake! I hope you are cooking something to quell this ache.” He turned and gave her a nod, though a bit of a sad smile plastered on him.
“Good morning my beautiful zebra and yes, I am making something to ease you.” He provided her with a mysterious light violet liquid with a sparkling silverish glitter to it. The vial is small enough to take in a single gulp. “And I apologize if I was ever rough with you in any way.”
The zebra eyed the liquid, trusting he knew what he was doing. She gave a small sniff, noting it carried some of his ‘essence’ but along with something else like peppermint and such. The zebra took the vial in mouth and swallowed its contents with ease, though happy to know it had a slight bitterness, since medicine doesn’t work without a bit of it. The last drop landed on her tongue, leaving the contents to work its literal magic.
Silverscale lowered himself to her level. “Feel it yet?”
Zecora bobbed her head to the sides, still feeling the ache. “Not yet, though not everything is fast working, perhaps a stroll to the town,” A pause and she sighed. “Though I would rather take our time as to not be seen twerking, lest they think I look like a clown.”
He offered his arms. “Would you prefer I carried you to town then?”
She eyed his arms, seeing a slight grin on his face. A huff and a shake of her head. “If this is a way for you to hold my ass, I think it's worth a bit of pain and say I’ll pass.” She stretched her legs a few more times, letting her joints pop before taking a few steps. When she felt the potion still did not work, she sighed and eyed him wearily. He still had that stupid grin on his face while his arms had remained open. She shook her head and slowly climbed into his arms, much to his delight. “If you insist on doing this, I’d ask that we get a meal. But once we reach the forest edge, let me down to allow a proper heal.”
He nodded, gave her a playful smooch on her head, making her blush madly red and began their walk out. Just before he left, he glanced back at his work on her station and proceeded to walk. She noticed this and asked.
“Something you missed?” He gave a small pause then turned to her and shook his head with a smile.
“Nothing worth that can be dismissed.” He finished her rhyme and proceeded to walk out the door, closing the door behind him with his tail. They headed out and back to Ponyville.
A little filly ran through the safer part of the forest towards Zecora’s hut. The filly in question was none other than Applebloom as she hurried to the home. “Zecora!” She called out as she approached the home. “Ahm’ here!” The filly waited for the door to open but saw it closed. She stopped at the door. “Zecora?” She called out again. “Are ya’ home?” She knocked on the door and received no response, though it did open. The filly stepped inside. “Hello? Anypony home?”
No response. She knew Zecora had given her permission to be inside the home whenever, so long as she didn’t destroy her house. Deciding not to risk the shaman’s wrath, she opted to leave and try to locate her in town. However, something caught her eye. On the table was the liquid that Zecora had been offered by Silverscale. She stared at the giant bottle on the table, the silver liquid basking in the low fires of the center. She gave a quick glance outside to see or hear of anypony approaching.
Hearing none, she quickly walked over and decided to steal a sip. It was after all a perfectly fine for adults to drink, so why not her? Besides, she might never get a chance again if Zecora used it all sparingly.
She saw it had a small cap on the top with the liquid held in reserve. It looked pretty odd; she pulled off the top and the smell… even more so. It had an earthy tone and was a little sweet.
Pulling it lightly down towards her mouth, she took a small sip, allowing the contents to touch her taste buds and go down her throat. She paused, reacted back and stared at it. For a moment, a weird look plastered over her, as she tried to gauge what was the taste, smacking her lips and even took a longer swig from it, trying to really identify what made it so special.
The second one didn’t help and she stared at the bottle. “It tastes like… ‘watered oatmeal, almonds and… vanilla?” It was stated out loud, as if someone would answer her. She was confused as to why a dragon and Zecora would hide this from foals, especially since she knew what alcohol tastes like, she thought it might have been something else.
She grumbled, set the bottle down and closed it up. “Adults are weird, should’a tell the' girls to stay away from tha’ stuff.”
With that, the little yellow filly walked from the table and headed outside, closing the door behind her. She quickly ran off to try and find Zecora or perhaps just hang out with her friends today.
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Midway in the day, the duo dragon and zebra came back to the hut, where Zecora had finally recovered. The two came back to get more products to sell.
“To believe my potions ran out quick, though I shouldn’t be surprised since it contains something from your dick.”
Silverscale chuckled as he opened her door. “My, your vocabulary is so attroscios my zebra, what would the foals think if they heard you behind the walls, hmm?”
The zebra waved him off and went to her supply. “Behind the walls, behind the scenes, it matters not for every pony to often show what is on front of the screens.”
He nodded at this and opted to help, though as he went to retrieve more of his fluids, he paused and saw the gallon on top had moved and… the liquid was below the line he marked earlier. A smirk slowly formed on his snout. “Tell me, does your little filly apprentice come to your home whenever?” He asked as he held up the gallon.
She turned to look at him, saw the liquid and the line he had marked. The gears instantly clicked and dread consumed her. He chuckled at this, earning a harsh glare but motioned that behind her table and hidden away, was his actual essence. He held up both bottles, one where it was the faux and the other, the true one, which quelled her mood quickly. Smiling, he answered. “Perhaps you should lock your door, Zecora and not allow anyone to waltz in, lest you get a curious onlooker trying to drink a bottle full of dragon cum.” He then smartly pulled them close. “Now, the question is, how am I going to present my product to the princesses of Equestria and the Dragon Lord herself?”