Heated Pony Horny Dragon
Hurriedly, the figure trotted through the wood. This figure, clad in light armour and with a short sword strapped to his back, was not having a good day. After fighting a tomb of undead and finding no treasure apart from a few copper coins, he had now attracted the attention of a dragon.
A light-brown and white painted pony, the figure was male and just under the age his clan differentiated men from children. This, apparently, was his coming of age quest, and it wasn't going to go well if he was in the gullet of a voracious flying reptile. Fortunate, the trees were giving him some cover, but the forest was more of a wood, and it wouldn't be long before the dragon grew impatient and smashed through the trees to get to him.
The pony, whose name was Coillscath, panted softly as he leaned against a tree to rest, glancing up when he heard the dragon's wing beats far above him. "M-maybe if I just stay here..." he mused to himself, hoping the dragon would give up to find some other prey.
Alas, the dragon was indeed too impatient for such a thing, evidenced by the huge reptile crashing down through the branches, landing with a thud in front of the terrified pony. Growling softly, the dragon crept closer, a strange glint in its eyes. Even in his fear, Coillscath noticed that those eyes were mismatched, one blue, the other red. Accompanying the set of four twisting horns on its head was a huge, scraggly mane. Even so, the dragon wasn't as big as its kin, just larger than a stallion in size.
However, the appearance of the beast didn't worry the pony, it was its intentions. Coillscath also noticed the sharp tang of musk in the air. This dragon wasn't hungry, it was horny, and had chosen him to be its plaything. Coillscath squeaked helplessly as he saw its shaft, hanging free from the dragon's sheath, a deep red colour in contrast to its light green scales, its pulsed softly and dripped small drops of pre onto the forest floor. It was quite a bit longer than his hand and forearm together, and much thicker.
A sudden movement made Coillscath tear his eyes away from the arousing sight. Grinning playfully, the dragon pounced, snatching the squealing pony into its forepaws and taking flight in one swift movement.
The flight was a very short one, as the green dragon simply landed outside the wood Coillscath had chosen as sanctuary. Dropping him gently on his back, the dragon quickly held him down with a paw, deftly using its thick, coiling tongue and flexible lips to quickly remove the pony's armour, leaving Coillscath naked and feeling very vulnerable to the dragon's affections.
Growling happily, the dragon started to nuzzle and lick at the pony's sheath eagerly, eliciting a confused, delighted squeal. Pleased at this reaction, the dragon continued to explore, his rough tongue licking slowly over the squirming pony's sensitive sheath and ballsac, drawing the latter just inside his mouth to suck at them softly.
Coillscath found himself moaning out lustfully, despite his fear and embarrassment at being so nude out in the open, he slowly spread his legs, letting the dragon lick where he wanted. This caused the dragon to growl even more happily, nuzzling firmer and suckling gently on the pony's sheath. Coillscath gasped softly as his shaft started to grow, his sheath bulging until his broad tip popped free of his sheath into the dragon's mouth.
Eagerly, the dragon kept up its gentle sucking, slowly teasing the pony's shaft into his muzzle, licking up n down the length with his dextrous tongue. Coillscath felt the heat growing inside him, an unusual feeling that built in his nether reigions, until it filled his entire body. He felt like he was going to explode, moaning loudly, his hands gripping the ground as his back arched in pleasure, his shaft spurting thick strings of cum into the dragon's waiting mouth.
Sitting back on his hind legs, the dragon smiled and licked his lips, the pony's taste apparently very pleasing as he rumbled happily, a large forepaw stroking down Coillscath's chest. He let out a satisfied rawr, gently rolling the pleasure struck pony over, and before he could even think to wiggle away in escape, gripped both his thighs in both paws.
Coillscath whimpered softly, knowing what was coming next as he felt his tail being nuzzled aside, some thick being pressed on his rump. Even so, he let out a cute squeal as something unexpected, something wet, coiling and the thickness of only a few inches stroked up between his rump cheeks. Looking back in a haze of pleasure, Coillscath saw that the dragon was patient enough to prepare his prize before mounting them, giving the pony long, slow licks over his rump and between his cheeks.
Secretly, Coillscath was glad he kept himself thoroughly clean down there, letting out another moan of pleasure as the dragon's tongue penetrated his tailhole, squeezing tight on the intruder. It wiggled inside easily, causing the pony to pant and gasp incessantly, the taper slowly and gently stretching him open as it probed deeper, searching out each of his pleasure points in turn and giving them a good, firm rubbing before moving to the next.
Just when he thought he was going to climax again, the dragon's tongue withdrew, to be replaced almost immediately by a pair of thick fingers, one from each paw, as they pushed inside slowly but insistently. Coillscath moaned even louder as the fingers carefully pulled his tailhole open, gradually stretching him so he could take the dragon's member.
"Oh g-gods..." Coillscath moaned as the fingers also withdrew, leaving his tailhole gaping open for a few moments, the feeling very strange and also very arousing to the young pony. He whimpered softly as the dragon crawled over him, his scaly bulk pressing the smaller male into the ground a little, his thick shaft rubbing against the pony's rump. Coillscath whinnied softly, blushing deeply at the thought of being mated by such a large member, and that he was actually having such thoughts.
Carefully, the dragon placed his forepaws on the pony's shoulders, his hindpaws gripping the pony's waist, as his hips began to buck, his shaft rubbed and stroked over Coillscath's rump. Whimpering and moaning softly, Coillscath let out a sudden, loud cry of pleasure and pain as the large, rounded tip of the dragon penetrated his tailhole, the beforehand stretching only managing to open him so far. It seemed like the dragon still preferred his "prey" tight and squirming.
The dragon, fortunately, paused, letting the pony get used to the intrusion, making soft pleasured growls as the little pony squeezed on his sensitive tip. But, unexpected for both dragon and pony, Coillscath recovered quickly, humping back up against the shaft that lay just outside his needful rump. The dragon heard a quiet voice, leaning down to listen to the pony's soft words.
"Please...t-take me..." the pony whispered, moaning and smiling up to the dragon weakly, giving his cheek a little lick. Growling in surprise and joy, the dragon licked back, taking a tight grip on the pony's hips and very slowly starting to push his shaft inside. Coillscath moaned out loudly, squirming in the dragon's tight grip as his tender rump was deflowered by the dragon's relentless penetration, which only stopped when the dragon ran out of shaft to shove into the helpless pony.
Coillscath panted softly, blushing deeply as he felt every inch of the dragon's shaft buried in his rump, his own member pulsing softly under him, his legs shivering gently and his body squirming weakly, his entire being overcome by the sheer pleasure that being stretched so wide gave.
The pony thought they would ay like that forever, until the dragon started to pull back, murring pleasurably as Coillscath's tender inner walls clung to his member. The pony simply squirmed and moaned, gasping as jolts of pleasure shot through his body. Taking a firm grip on the pony's body, the dragon started to thrust back inside, keeping slow and gentle as his shaft pushes through Coillscath's tightly squeezing rump, making the pony yowl even louder in the uncontrollable ecstasy that filled him. The dragon answered with a deep, low growl, starting to nibble at the pony's neck gently, claiming Coillscath for himself.
Through his pleasure-addled mind, Coillscath managed to remember one important thing about dragons...they could mate for hours. Coillscath let out a happy squeal as he realised that he would be mated by the dragon for a very long time...
The next time Coillscath opened his eyes, the sun was setting. He noticed he was lying in a sticky puddle, but what got his attention most was the thick, pulsing shaft buried in his rump. He let out a soft, little moan and squirmed weakly, the dragon answering with a satisfied growl and a firm humping, murring as the pony squeezed tighter on his shaft.
Gradually, Coillscath managed to recall what had happened. The mating had indeed lasted for hours, and the sheer mass of the member ploughing into him had forced him to cum several times, coating the ground in his seed. The dragon had slowly gotten more and more forceful in his mating, until he was thrusting vigorously, his scaly, heavy balls slapping into Coillscath's own as the pony squealed and squirmed, his tender rump being taken to its very limits.
As well as that, the dragon's shaft had grown a thick knot, the size and shape of two slightly squashed spheres side to side. Even though the pony thought he was stretched to his limit, the dragon seemed determined to tie him, pushing hard with each thrust, the knot parting him a little further each time, until it suddenly popped inside. At this point, Coillscath has struggled to stay conscious from being so well stuffed, and the shock of being forced open so wide as the knot popped into him. He had barely enough time to notice that the dragon was panting and growling happily, his warm breath rolling over the pony's neck, as his hot seed flooded into Coillscath's abused rump, before the pony finally slumped to the ground, moaning softly as he fell asleep.
Awake again, Coillscath could only squirm pleasurably, feeling his tailhole squeeze softly around the mass of cum and member stuffing him, letting out little squeaks and knickers. The dragon responded by humping him gently, licking his cheeks and carefully picking him up in his forearms. Still tied together by the knot, the dragon took flight, taking his prize back to his cave in the valleys.
The moans from their pleasured lovemaking can still be heard, echoing around the hills and valleys, to this day, or so I'm told.