Arcane hums, flying toward the dragon lands with a deep flap of his wings. The sulfur-rich air permeates his nose and he uses a small spell to make a magic mask to filter some out so he can breathe and talk easier. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see a large cargo ship hauling something long with cargo container cables and straps under it. He can also guess, by how slow and wobbly it is in this messy air mixture, that the ship is loaded down with other materials to build around the object they are hauling.

When he left Zebrica, Blitz sent him a job offer that also coincided with someplace he needed to go on his journey. Namely, the job is to help set up a communications tower in the dragon lands while being right next to where the dragon lord rules so they can stay in more constant contact. And Arcane will help keep the peace and help out when needed. And, in the end, he will ask the current dragon lord for their dragon champion to help out and give him another member of his group. Just making sure to ask that he's his size at least. No way an elder dragon would fit on their ship or even lift off.

…An elder space dragon with gear…now there's an idea.

Arcane smiles as he looks ahead to where the ship is slowly flying down towards. The volcanic land is luckily flat and smooth to mount anything big for the job. Only some rocky outcroppings stand out and can easily be smashed and smoothed down. Some lava pools are nearby, small and weak for a quick dip for dragons, but they can be used for geothermal power instead of having to use vents or deep underground pools. The only thing they can't mount on is the cracked landscape around where the dragon lord resides.

Arcane hums as notes how big the rock formation is on the towering pillar in the middle of this cracked land. He does know the last dragon lord was huge, the biggest of all elder dragons. But this new one, a blue dragoness named princess Ember, is much smaller. She should be around a teenage dragon's size. So it might stand to reason she made herself at home in what could have been the seat of the last dragon lord.

Arcane yelps, dodging a lava pool that spurts up hot liquid. It almost clips his wings, but he carefully recovers and keeps an eye out as he goes straight for the rocky house. The airship and its contents will be landing out of the area as they start setting up. For Arcane, he would have to talk to the dragon lord about doing this.

The alicorn hums happily as he lands near what he assumes to be the door of the rocky formation. It's the only thing he spotted that looks like a door with the metal slab blocking a large enough entryway and on its hinges. Guess the dragon lord doesn't care much for security. But since she lives on a giant rock pillar, it's hard to get to her anyway. Arcane lifts a hoof and knocks on the door, making a metallic echo sound through the area. He then notices something he never thought he would see in a volcanic region.

Arcane cranes his neck down near the doorway and sees a metal box with dirt inside it, a little garden. And in that little garden are some sunflowers, a dandelion, and a crystal flower from the Crystal Empire. But all still have a tag with them that reads 'To Ember. Your friend, Spike.'

Arcane smiles as he sees she is taking care of these and treating them as precious gifts. It would make sense. Uncle Spike is a loveable bean that his aunties love to treat. So the dragon must treat him almost the same way. He then blinks as he notices a piece of the crystal flower has a leaf that looks like it's been chewed off. Arcane gains a wry smile at that point. Dragons love to eat crystals. Of course, she would try a bite.

A loud grunting noise sounds out from behind the door and the large slab of metal slowly is pulled open, scraping against the rocky ground and leaving trails and scrap marks. There stands the dragon lord looking annoyed at the door as she kicks it with a foot. The resulting clang makes their ears ring as she mutters about getting rid of the hunk of junk. She then turns and stares at the alicorn before her, wondering what the famous male prince is doing here.

Arcane, for his part, looks over the princess. His eyes trail over her figure and what she is wearing that he figures must be for regular visits as dragons are normally naked but standing up, unlike ponies.

Standing up certainly helps display the golden armor she wore well. It looks very nice and fitting for a warrior princess like her. Under eighteen years of age and the golden metal, bra frames her bosom well. Nicely formed C-cups that are on the smaller side, while her waist is thin, flowing into wide expressive hips. Hips that are adorned with a golden loincloth that hides away her goods. Not hiding away that big booty though. A very nice and round one too. Her thighs are the very definition of thicc. But not just with fat, but muscle too. Something all the dragons in the land admire. Her tail is slender but with some nice girth to it as well, ending in a more spade-shaped part by the end. Her wingspan is big as well, and her face is adorned with a draconic golden helmet that isn't closed in that instant.

"Well?" Ember speaks up, crossing her arms under her chest and causing her breasts to shake a little. The little clinking of her bra armor did not bother her either. "You going to keep staring you namby-pamby pony or are you going to be a good diplomat?" she asks, tapping a foot against the ground.

'Wow, rude,' Arcane thinks, albeit he doesn't show it outwardly. Still, he couldn't deny that he is feeling an attraction to her.

"I am prince Arcane of Equestria and here to request permission to build a communication tower, as well as to hand you a royal edition omnitool to use too, Dragon Lord," he tells her diplomatically, staring down at the small four-foot tall dragoness.

Ember raises an eyebrow at the offer before she leans her head outside. Arcane follows her gaze and they both look at the airship hovering above a good solid landing area and place to mount a tower if they have permission. "Surprised you didn't send a letter like all others," she notes as the alicorn glances at the ground near the flower box to see piles of ashes. Some of them have mail stamps on leftover pieces of paper. "Fine. Just make sure you give me that tool. And you guys are doing all the work. Dragons around here won't lift a claw for you if you ask," she explains, reaching up and poking his chest with a claw.

The gesture is cuter than it could ever be intimidating and as such Arcane smiles down at her, "Of course. We don't need help for that. Thank you for your approval," he says politely, before using the hivemind to tell the changelings on the ship that they had the okay. A lot faster than communicating with the tool.

The dragoness keeps staring at the large ass pony before her, wondering why he keeps staring at her and smiling. "What? Want a piece of meat?" she asks, leaning towards him a bit threateningly. Though with her outfit, gesture, and position, it is hard to say whether she meant real meat for eating or herself since he has been staring.

"Real meat or a piece of you? It is hard to tell with how cute you look," he asks, trying to disarm her with a bit of flirting. Simple enough really and better than taking her up on her provocation, though he is tempted to do it with how rude she is being, despite being such a short stack.

Ember blushes red through her blue scales and frowns at the prince. "Hey, watch it. I can kick your prissy ass out easily from my lands and whatever they are doing can be melted to the ground to beaded glass," she warns, puffing her cheeks a few times during that rant as she angrily points at him and the ship as it sets up the tower to a standing position.

Another provocation. It makes the alicorn wonder if she is asking for a fight. "Not weak and not a pushover, princess. If your attitude means that you are looking for a spar, then we can do that. But a short cute girl like you should be careful what you wish for," he teases her, head leaning down with a slight grin.

Ember blushes, even more, the red almost covering her face with what he said. "C-Cute?! You want to fight hornhead? Cause I can do it right here and now and kick your tail off my rock," she threatens, now flying up and hovering at eye level with him. She even gets in his face, billowing some fire from her mouth. "And I won't be easily beaten by your sparkly magic beam."

He heard often enough that dragons only respected strength, mostly from Uncle Spike and his time back before dad met mom, so Arcane was expecting a fight. Though it isn't a problem as he is confident in his abilities.

"I won't even use my horn on you," he tells her, before one of his hooves shoots out to her tail, grabbing it and then slamming her down with her back first on the stony ground. It knocked the wind clean out of her for a moment. Sure, it is easier to do that with magic, but he wants to show her he can beat her even without it. A show of true strength. So as soon as she is on the ground, he jumps on her limbs, pinning them with each of his own, while his sharp horn is under her chin, pointing at her neck and forcing her head to face away from him, so she isn't even able to use her breath.

Ember struggles, or tries to, under his heavy weight. She could try to lift him, but the issue is if she does, she might pierce her neck with his sharp horn. So she glares a hole in his head but sighs and relents. Her body relaxes, her head laying back on the ground, and shutting her eyes. "My loss…" she huffs, wondering now if other dragons saw this whole thing. Though doesn't know every changeling in the hivemind does see it. Including his mother.

He gets off of her as soon as she admits defeat, giving her a smile as his magic pulls her back to her feet in an instant. "Good. This hopefully proved my strength to you. With magic, it would have been over even faster. But I can't do that to such a cute dragoness like you," he tells her, feeling this is enough fighting for now. No doubt rather humiliating for her too as he beat her with a heavy handicap he had given himself. Though, hopefully, this isn't going to affect their relations negatively.

Ember huffs, puffing out some smoke out the side of her mouth. "So what do you want?" she asks bitterly. Again, she crosses her arms and looks away. Trying to busy her vision with the work on the tower instead of looking at the smiling pony. The fact he called her cute again isn't helping with the blush going down to her chest now.

Maybe he shouldn't call her cute this often…but the way she blushes compels him to do it. Regardless, this is a good enough situation for him to ask for a crew member? Then again, he already did send a request for it.

'Ask her to be your mate,' Ashley suggests with a giggle.

'…She does have a fine body,' Leon suddenly chimes in, making Arcane blink.

'…Seriously?' he asks, albeit Ashley projects pictures of her being spanked and strangled to him, only to then replace her body with Ember's own.

He holds back a grunt as his shaft twitches inside his sheath, threatening to grow hard.

'You know you want to. You have been flirting and ogling her for a while now,' she points out.

'The weak obey the strong with dragons,' throws Leon in and makes Arcane sigh mentally.

He looks her over again…and feels compelled to just do it. It isn't like he doesn't want it after all. He simply doesn't want relations to turn weird. Then again…with how he is openly flirting with her, that ship might have already been sailed.

Already the dragoness gazes at him as if he is weird, not knowing his internal conversation before he sighs out loud.

"Okay then. I have beaten you, so I want you to be my mate. The weak…must obey the strong," he says, head leaning over her to tower over her more.

"Wha-WHAT?!" Ember bellows, unable to comprehend what she is hearing. "You…?!" she stops with a pointed claw in his face before remembering their traditions. Dragons do fight and the winner tells their spoils and takes it. Usually, it's just their hoard of treasure or some rinky-dink land in this barren wasteland. But mates…? That happens around the mating season and dragon males fight each other for the female. With the…female giving the final fight…oh, dragon shit. "Fuck…!" she yells frustrated as she glares at the pony and is about to mouth off a train of insults at him but clamp her muzzle shut. "Fine," she finally relents. "By the rules of dragon traditions, I will be your mate…so what do you want next from me?" she asks with poison spit in her voice as much as possible. "I bet it is to fuck my tail since you ponies seem to love to fuck around other species, especially aliens now," she mouths off, making Arcane lean to the side to relax, but also see past her what could be her living room and a pile of comics stacked next to…is that a couch? Yep…Uncle Spike.

He chuckles, even as she looks a bit peeved. "Well, while you look cute, your attitude is quite brash. So…strip, here and now. Even if other dragons see it, I feel it is important for you to be more humble. Especially seeing how you are a nerdy little girl too, considering all those comics I spy there. Must be from Uncle Spike."

"Strip?!" Ember yells before giving a groaning yell. "Fuck. If you fuck me, I will make it hard for you," she promises, snapping her muzzle at him but reaching up to her armored helmet and taking it off easily. Then reaches down to her bra piece and unhooks the lock and lets it clatter to the ground. Her dark nipples are erect, standing at attention from the new freedom. Finally, her hands reach down to her chain holding up her loincloth, and unhooks one of the ends before she lets go. The whole thing slides right off, tracing her slender and curvy body down to her feet as she still gives a blushing glare at him. "Fuck you…mate," she spits, huffing as she looks away while letting him stare at her. It's obvious what he wants next and she expects some weak fucking from somepony like him.

Arcane sits down in return, spreading his legs and showing off his massive balls, as his even more massive sheath slides out. "I think you are fucked, cute dragoness. A nerdy little foul-mouthed girl. And your nipples are erect too. Not to mention you look wet…" he points out while showing off his goods to her.

Ember does want to retort but finds her gaze stuck on his crotch. Every bit of it. She has seen male ponies before on her diplomatic trips. Since most of them have no clothes to wear, their goods would sometimes just be seen under their tails. But this guy…he isn't even erect and already he beat them at their best without even trying…and it's still going. "Fuck…I knew you wanted to fuck me," she mutters, still staring away as her tongue laps at the side of her mouth for a quick second. "Just like all weak-ass ponies."

His magic then reaches out and slaps her cheek, making it sting as her head is flung from the force. Leon and Ashley did advise him to do this, as they are very animated about what he should do with her. "Behave, mate…I will fuck…and humiliate you for all dragons to see. And the way you lick your mouth, you love that idea too."

Ember does notice the pauses in his voice for a quick second and wonders what that was about. But also the fact he isn't wrong. That huge piece of meat is still growing strong, bigger than she expected it to be. And his balls even… "So…what does the prissy pony want?" she asks, rubbing the stinging cheek where he magically slapped her.

Her other cheek gets a slap at the snarky response as he walks up to her, putting her under his barrel. "Behave. Each insult is a slap. And…I want you to prepare my cock for your pussy. To worship it, because you love to be beneath other males."

"Fuck that!" Ember yells, glaring up at him but gets a hard kick on her stomach, making her cough. "I…I don't worship bastARDS!" she yelps as he magically slaps her ass, making her tail stand on end.

He is spanking her like a misbehaving filly for each second she is hesitating. Again and again and again. He looks at her behind, noticing her slit is more damper than before. "Wait…are you getting off to this? Are you a masochist, Ember?"

"No!" Ember quickly responds and gets another slap to her breasts now. She yells as the twin fleshy-scaled orbs jiggle around. "Fuck…what do you want asshole?" Another slap, this time feeling like a punch goes upside her head and knocks her down onto her back.

"For you to admit it. Admit…that you are a filthy masochist and love to be beaten up…and apparently watched too," he says, looking in one direction where a dragon is actually looking at the spectacle that is unfolding. No doubt Ember's loud yells are drawing attention slowly.

Ember blushes as she follows the alicorn's gaze and gulps. She wants this over now. And there is only one way. "Yes…now get over here," she orders and, with impressive sudden strength, she grabs his leg and yanks the large pony inside. She then crawls in, grabbing her dropped clothes along the way. "Fuck, that was too much," she mutters, trying to push her door closed.

"Was it? You seemed to enjoy yourself there…Are you sure, you don't want me to drag you back out and fuck you in front of a crowd?" he inquires, very much finding that idea alluring as his rod bobs up and down under his barrel.

Ember blushes lava red and glares at him. "Listen asshole. I agreed to be your mate. And…all this…" she mutters, spreading her arms and gesturing at herself and the dropped clothing.

"Come with it. As the stronger mate…you have to listen to me," Arcane reminds as the changelings give him the dragon tradition information. "I can leave ruling the dragon lands to you though. Not my territory to deal with," he assures, looking around her dull and drab place. Not the most attractive environment, even with the comfy couch and comics she had. "But what I deal with is your body. I can drag you out by your horns and then treat you like you want in front of every dragon you rule over…to see you dominated by a pony. You can swish your tail twice if you want this to happen. But once you do, there is no going back," he tells her, figuring it was easier for her to say with a gesture, rather than with words.

Ember growls her shut muzzle letting fire escape between her fangs. Her arms crossed and her scales rustling…somehow, like fur standing on end. But that tail…it stands straight up in a scorpion poised to attack before it slowly dips down to a normal spot and moves back and forth twice. "Fuck…you…ass…hole…" she growls with each word. Almost like she is ready to bite his head off. But…there is an underlying thing under it all. Something that tells Arcane…

"You always wanted a pony," Arcane concludes, making her stop dead cold. Even her tail drops down to a standstill. "It was…uncle Spike, wasn't it?" he asks, walking up to her and calmly asking. No sexual or threatening gesture on his intent to get closer. "He made her see how we lived and you wondered, right? What would it be like with a pony?"

She bit her lip. Jackpot. "N-Not at all, you stupid bloke!" she yells out in protest, and yet…her tail slaps the ground twice as if getting impatient or maybe…excitement?

"You wanted a pony on top?" Arcane asks, "Now you get it, Ember. And every dragon will see," he tells her before his magic grabs her horns and then drags her along as he walks out with her. A few other dragons had shown up by then, eying the alicorn curiously.

"Wait! Stop you stupid scaleless rat! Fucker!" she yells uselessly as her feet are dragged and clawing the ground in an attempt to stop herself. "That throne is only for dragons to sit on!" she yells, in another vain attempt.

He punches her in the face right in front of the other dragons, showing very well who owns her at this moment. Her words make him look around though and realize what it meant after a moment. The stone formation is a huge throne they are standing on…

"That throne is mine now. And to celebrate it…I will fuck you in front of your dragons. Yell louder, so you can draw in more to see your downfall," he coaxes, holding her head up high by her horns with his magic, while also holding her limbs in place. Her nude form is clearly seen by all like this. Hard nipples as much as her wet twat that has slowly some juices trail down her legs, showing her in the most shameful position she has ever been in.

At the same time, his wings flap as he is slowly flying up with her in his magic grip to claim the throne. "Fuck…" Ember groans, trying to fight out of this magical hold. But all her limbs, tail, and head are held on tight like those little toys given the kids of ponies. "You fucking say it since you want it so much," she snaps back at the alicorn sitting down on the large rocky throne, his legs spread and showing off his impressive size.

He hesitates for a moment, wondering if she wants him to force her to do it as he mulls it over. Then he decides to just go with it as he lowers her body on him and puts her in a full nelson with her hot pussy sitting on his dick. His hooves grip her head and make her stare out to all the dragons starting to gather at this sexual takeover from a notable alicorn and a certain dragon lord.

"This is an announcement to all dragons. Ember lost a fight with me and is now my mate and slut. Enjoy it as I turn her into a cum dumpster for my cock!" he said with his royal canterlot voice, before looking down at her. "Any final words to your subjects, Ember before I show you claimed as mine?" he coaxes while adjusting her so his tip is now pressing against her slit.

Ember grits her teeth, struggling to not say anything. But she does get a delightful grin. "How about you take that mediocre dick and put it in lava?" she laughs back before screaming bloody murder as Arcane forces her down into her tight hole. One of the few creatures of Equestria that Arcane can even try to fit.

Her small body still meant it wouldn't be easy on her, but considering her attitude, she revels in that fact as much as the increasing crowd of dragons as she cries tears through the sky. His magic clamps down on her throat, while also pulling on her nipples, starting to follow Ashley's instructions to discipline the dragoness.

"One more word and one of your horns gets broken off and from what I have heard…it is the most humiliating thing to happen to a dragon. Even more as the Dragon Lord," he warns, magic on her left horn pressing hard on the base while she is choked.

"Fuck…you…" Ember chokes out, trying to take off the grip on her neck but with her arms and legs pinned, magic being used on her neck so even unable to grab anything, and the fat pony cock stretching her entire body out, she is completely at the male's mercy. "Sparkle…butt…" she spits, trying to grin before she feels pressure increase on her horn. And then realizes he is serious. "Wait…stOP!" she screams at the end before a loud noise occurs that echoes through the area.

SNAP

Her left horn is slowly and very painfully snapped off of her head. At the same time, Arcane has hilted in her body as well, shoving every inch of his monster shaft inside of her with a large horsecock-shaped bulge showing on her torso. He grunts as he holds her there, growling.

"You asked for this, Ember. Your horn is snapped. Do you see the dragons? How they look at you mockingly? How they are losing their respect for you?" the alicorn points out, while throwing the horn carelessly to the side. And indeed there are many scornful and mocking eyes on her. Three dozen at least and growing with some even masturbating to her plight.

Ember tears up from the pain, looking at them all. Her subjects look at their ruler with disdain for losing to a namby-pamby pony. She chokes out again as he squeezes tighter around her neck, stopping her from breathing now. She tries to cough but even that doesn't work as her vision starts to become red from her brain's lack of oxygen. Arcane though, wanting to see what she will do, lets one of her arms slip out of his hold. The arms flail around widely before it reaches her neck, clutching it tightly. At which one, the strong clawed grip on her neck lowers until it moves down to the bulge punching her chest. The clawed hand only grips the head poking out as hard as it is poking through, almost teasing him to do it. Her other limbs are already limp and defeated while she stares at the sky, her mind blowing up in pleasure.

"What is that? A massage?" he asks her as she is touching his bulge through her body, as he begins thrusting in earnest inside of her. Long hard strokes punch straight into her womb and show her just what she is dealing with. He groans, very much loving how hot her twat is. Hotter than any other girl, giving it a unique sensation. He then loosens his grip on her neck, letting her breathe again. "Enjoying yourself? It feels like you are close to cumming. Maybe your other horn needs to go as well for you to squirt? What would the other dragons think if that happens?"

Ember tries to breathe, her lungs finally getting the air it needs. But the way he is still holding her, showing off her soaked body to the entire crowd who jeers and yells at her various insults, and how much he is pounding away without a care, makes her say one thing after she has enough air to whisper.

"Fuck me…"

"Louder," he demands hotly, directly into her ear as he continues to give her the same long thrusts. "Louder, and if you demean yourself properly, I will break off your other horn as I fuck you harder. I will make you squirt like a…retard. Show the dragons what you are, so they will only see you as a dumb whore." As he finishes, the pressure on her right horn is increasing, while he feels her juices run down his length.

"Fuck me."

"Louder, you useless lizard," Arcane orders, using his magic to start to bend her tail around. She even hears sharp cracks from it as a rush of pain flies up her spine. "Otherwise, I will toss you over," he huffs, forcing her head to face all the dragons now shouting, leering, and masturbating at her expense. Even a few elder dragons join in the fun in the back of the crowd.

"Fuck…FUCK ME!"

"Is that all, Ember?" the alicorn demands with a growl, as he gave a few faster thrusts up into her body, while the dragons shouted.

"Dumb bitch!"

"Weakling! And that is our Dragon Lord?!"

"FUCK HER UP!"

"Little cunt! I knew she should have never gained that title, to begin with! Look at her moan!"

"Dethrone that skank!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me with your pony cock!" She yells repeatedly. Every single inch of his length, from the flared head punching her body into her lungs and heart, the expanding size of her tunnel and womb, the pulsing veins lining his shaft, and his throbbing balls that would put even an elder dragon to shame. It all makes her want it. To worship it.

So Arcane fulfills her wish, going right at it, speed increasing as she is bouncing up and down harshly on his prick as their hips collide. He groans as he is using her, before bending her horn back.

"Louder! What do you want to happen to your horn, humiliation slut?!" he asks, not happy with those few words she spouted.

"Do it! Break me!" she screams, looking like a broken happy slut at this point. "Take it off! Show them all!" she pants out, drooling heavily as her tits bounce around from the heavy pounding.

More insults flew at that, chants could be heard.

"BREAK HER! BREAK HER! BREAK HER!"

They were all cheering for her demise, so Arcane gives them all and Ember what they want. "Squirt for me, whore," he whispers into her ear before a loud noisy crack emanates from her head. Her horn is slowly broken and then snapped before it is lifted to show to the dragons who cheer at the sight.

Ember squeals like a bitch, her body twitching as she squirts all over the largest pony shaft and full throbbing balls that start to churn and pump their gallons of jizz. She keeps squealing, unable to think properly as her mind is fried with every bucketful filling her womb. Each pump from his flare only causes her eyes to fly around while her brain is zapped with pleasure over and over again. She couldn't take it. Her body soon gives out as it becomes limp, falling down his cock and trailing deeper inside her as her stomach grows in size from his bountiful load.

Deep as she is on his dick, Arcane was enjoying it as much as he could, before bucking his hips again. At the same time, he follows Ashley's orders more, magic on her tail bending it so much it breaks at the base before his magic twists it in the middle as well and by the end of it. He is breaking it into three different points. All of it makes her body twitch and some screams emanate from her mouth for the first two, but the last one comes out as a weak whimper.

"Wake up, Ember. I am not done with you yet," he growls at her threateningly.

"No more…" she whispers weakly. Her body is unable to take any more abuse. "No more…" she breathes out, her head slowly laying back to fall beside his.

"Two tail wiggles give you broken bones, one wiggle gets you back inside," he tells, her only realizing a moment later that those wiggles would be painful for her, but decides to go for it anyway instead of taking it back as he awaits her judgment of the situation.

Ember shuts her eyes, painfully gritting her teeth as she wiggles her tail. She yelps in pain as she thinks of this continuing, but can't. Her body and mind are done. And she doesn't know if she can survive anymore. "No more…" she moans in pain, squirting out again on his shaft as he keeps cumming inside her.

He gives a nod. "Okay, Ember," he says in a friendlier tone now. "Show is over!" he announces to the rest of the dragons, before dragging the dragoness off his shaft as she whimpers, before flinging her over his back. He then flies down and toward the entrance, entering it. "I hope you will be fine."

Ember moans, feeling pain in her tail every time it moves. "Yeah. I just need like a few days," she assures, slowly running a hand against his side, feeling his soft fur but firm muscles underneath. "Fuck…that was…"

"Great? You did beg and cum quite heavily," the alicorn says with a hum, his magic lifting her off his back and onto the couch, her belly still bloated as he looks at her form. "You are very cute being helpless like that…"

Ember spits at him, smirking a little. "Yeah…whatever. I am going to miss this once you are back in space," she mutters, laying a hand on her bloated stomach and feeling the thick jizz roll around inside.

"Quite the change of tune," he says, taking her tail and wiping the spit off his chest. She winces as her tail is moved. "Not that I protest. I will love to do that with you again. When your horns regrew after all, but for now, you are a Dragon Lord without horns. Like a powerless hatchling."

Ember moans, wincing as he lays her tail straight and starts aligning all her bones to reset them to heal better. "Whatever. I still got the specter if I need it. And you just announced yourself as my mate. Not the new dragon lord. So fuck them and their thinking," she chuckles a little before reaching up and feeling the broken ends of her horns. She winces, still feeling the rough pain from them. "Fuck, it's going to be hard to sharpen these again."

"Still worth it for you. And if you need more pony dick that badly, I can send some of my friends your way. Just to make you a slave to equine shafts. You are really interested in that dynamic after all. To bow down to ponies," he guesses, considering she did let some interest in ponies slip earlier.

Ember winces, turning her head and looking away. "Shut up. Blame Spike. Not me," she mutters, before gasping as she feels his head nuzzling hers. "What are you…?" she groans as he plants a kiss on her muzzle. A very simple kiss as he does not pressure her down in any way shape or form. He just lets her lie there until he pulls back and smiles at her. Ember stares at him before slowly smirking. "Guess not so namby-pamby after all."

"Maybe not. Also, I will continue to blame you for your pony fetish…you give me the cutest reactions. I love seeing your head turning red with embarrassment," he flirts with a brilliant smile.

Ember groans, blushing lava red again and looking away. "Sparkle butt."

"Scalie," he retorts, giving her an insult as well, while his hoof lifts her chin, so he could admire her blushing face more. "And I will expect videos of every time my friends take you for a ride as you submit to them. Submit to superior pony cock. Expect plenty of toys too."

"Better be big," she only mocks as she turns her head, now looking at his dangling cum covered shaft as it retreats into him. "Fuck, all those weak mares must hate you for not getting in them."

"They will," Arcane assures before remembering. "Oh yeah. My dragon champion?"

Ember sputters. "Bastard can't match up to your bravado and fat cock. Take him. He might respect you more now. He kept complaining about working under a weak ass pony. Won't be complaining now after that show. Might be near your work site for the tower."

"Perfect," Arcane hums before stopping dead cold. Ember notices the reaction and is about to say something before he turns toward the door. When Ember looks over, she sees the large metal slab slide open and what enters is a changeling that buzzes right over to them.

The changeling clears her throat, ignoring the pitiful state the dragon lord is in. "The tower is just about done. We just now have to optimize and connect to the world network. But that can be done at our remote and main base. For now, here is her omnitool," she informs, placing a case near Ember's bed with her magic. "Please be sure to wear it and do the personal changes you need on it. Oh, and it's lava proof," she adds with a giggle.

Arcane smiles at Ember as the changeling flies off out the door. The dragoness stares at the case before reaching down and picking it up to lay it on her chest. She hums with curiosity as she opens the chest to see it is mostly a slightly glowing wristband with wires coming off of it in a vague arm shape style. "Huh…" Ember could only react as she takes out the tool and slips it on her arm. Only then do her eyes lock on and stare as the omnitool lights up and becomes the image of what she has seen.

Arcane smiles, seeing the reaction as Ember gingerly touches the various lights and controls. "And since it is the royal edition, it means you have the other rulers and leaders already in your contacts, various planetary services direct lines, and more support help for the technical issues if something goes wrong with this thing or the tower." Or at least, that's what his mom says about hers. There could be other things only the rulers are privy to but it is not his place to say.

"Cool…so…I can call anyone from this?" Ember asks, looking at the list and seeing Twilight and Blitz right next to each other with the two pony princesses.

Arcane hums in agreement as he lights up his omnitool and waves it over hers. At that point, Ember sees Arcane's contact appear on the list. "Now you got mine. Anytime you want to call or video chat, I will be there when I can. Just don't call me when I am in a firefight," he warns, sweatdropping at the thought of it.

Ember scoffs, messing with everything now to see what this technology has to offer her. "If you get stuck that way, it's your damn fault. Now, don't you have a recruit to get to?"

Arcane hums, leaning his head down, and gives a small kiss to the dragoness who graciously accepts it. Arcane chuckles as he pulls his head back to look at the lost for a moment blue dragon. "Yeah. But I wanted to take a goodbye kiss from my new mate too. Alright, I guess I will see you around. Hope you heal up fast," he calls as he leaves and flies off.

Ember stares at where Arcane was before sighing and laying her head back. "Namby-pamby pony. Making me have feelings…" she mutters before glancing at her thrown outfit on the ground. She now wonders if those can be better for him in the back of her mind.

Arcane hums, looking around and scanning the molten landscape for his next recruit. Ember did say he might be around the tower. And when Arcane spots an armored dragon looking up at the pulsing light metal obelisk, he immediately flies down and lands with a heavy thud. The dragon jumps in place and quickly looks to see the mate of the Dragon Lord who put her in her place just moments ago.

His orange scales are well taken care of with light yellow ones on his belly and darker orange ones on his head. He is tall and imposing with his broad shoulders and clearly trained form that could no doubt physically crush any opposition. He has a golden chestplate as well as some golden plate dangling in front of his no doubt massive dick, to hide it away. It is secured with a strong string around his hips. No such plate for his tail though, seeing how his long thick tail hides his backside well enough.

"Holy eggshells. You showed that slut," the dragon scoffs, crossing his arms across his metal-plated chest. In fact, from what Arcane can see, this orange-scaled dragon stands just as tall as him, with muscles that ripple with every movement, armor pieces that remind him of ponies of old would wear in certain spots to grant movement but protect vitals, and a large big ass war hammer standing right beside the dragon made of obsidian rock and metal. "Hey, you think you can let me in on the fun?" the dragon asks, leaning in a little and giving a small perverted chuckle at the idea.

Arcane sighs, rolling his eyes that, yep, he just got another pervert on his ship. Might as well change his ship class to pleasure cruise, fucking across the galaxy. "Sorry. But she's mine," he then feels a buzzing in the back of his mind and glares off to the side at nothing but a few lava pools to the dragon's confusion. "But…" the alicorn starts, looking back at him except with a slight frown of annoyance. "Do well and maybe you can have a chance to fuck her."

"Sweet," the dragon fist pumps before looking proud and standing tall. "First Lieutenant Mimar. Reporting for duty."

Arcane hums and nods. It was a small surprise to see the dragons having their military to such levels. But seeing as they are the heavy forces for the planet's army, it makes sense that they would be the most organized for an important role. "Well, you can grab your gear and clothes. And don't worry. I am being told by the changelings that you will have some good gear once you get back to Ponyville Academy to set up for my ship. A lot of good gear. Some are experimental. So watch your tail if it burns up," he warns, already getting a preview artist's rendition of what it could look like. And it looks awesome.

Mimar grins. "Awesome. So then I'll see you then," he grunts, lifting his hammer over his shoulder.

"Oh yeah," Arcane just remembers, looking at Mimar curiously. "What happened to Dragon Lord Torch?"

Mimar blinks, turning his head to the alicorn. "Oh, him? He went to retire someplace with his mate. Might be in one of the elder dragon caves. But when his daughter became the new dragon lord, man. She is smoking hot. She teases us every time with that outfit too. And you are the lucky bastard to be her mate. Beat her ass when no one else could have," he laughs, patting his shoulder. "Man, you alright in my book," he chuckles before flying off with his impressive wingspan.

Arcane smiles a little before frowning to the side. "Seriously? Using an official mate of mine as a fucktoy to give to others?" He pauses for a moment. "Those two are different!" he yells in some anger, remembering his relationship with Monifa before groaning. "Fuck me and my complicated life."