(suggested by lazybones21, J1915WinterKing and others. Enjoy!)
The following takes place after "Starflight x Clay" and "Glory x Sunny x Tsunami".
Things had been different, since the Guardians had last left and the Dragonets of Destiny had had their fun. There was a certain tension in the cave, though not an aggressive or negative one. The drakes and dragonesses were spending more time with each other than together, cuddling in separate piles at night. When they were together, there was a lot more nervous glances, subtle flirting, bodies rubbing more often in sparring. Hormones and emotions were raging in a way they hadn't since puberty, and things were getting so obvious that even the Guardians were starting to catch on.
Webs and Dune, for their part, didn't make too much of a big deal about it. Sure, they made jokes here and there (and Webs and Dune spoke to Tsunami and Sunny separately about the dangers of gravidity and how to have safe sex), but otherwise they seemed apathetic over it, if not a little supportive. Kestrel, however, noticed something was up, and had been poking it like a pimple, trying to provoke them to fight better. And what could've been generously interpreted as "tough love" grew into outright abuse.
"Come on, you limp-dicked tail-sniffer, is that the best you can do? I hope you fuck the Nightwing harder than you fight!"
"Dodge, you cowardly cock-biter! You're never going stick your dick in that yellow pussy with moves like that!"
"We're not done yet, you fat little whore! How can you expect to take a Mudwing's cock when you can't even handle a little sparring?!"
Glory, of course, had it the worst. She'd always been Kestrel's whipping girl, and now the Skywing had gotten it in her head that she was the reason that the Dragonets were now sexually active. For this, their "sparring matches" were now becoming an excuse to beat the shit out of the "slutty Rainwing".
One day, they were all gathered in the training room, watching nervously as Kestrel and Glory sparred each other. Glory would continue to dodge and evade Kestrel's blows, returning with a few toying swipes and tail strikes of her own.
"C'mon, you cowardly Rainwing!" She growled, spewing a ball of fire at the swift dragoness, "Quick looking for someone to ride you and fight me like a real dragon!"
"You're one to talk!" Glory snapped. "How many times have you lifted your tail for Webs and Dune?! You give us shit for wanting to have fun with the only dragons we've ever known, and yet you leave us to have threesomes on a weekly basis!"
Kestrel stopped her attack, staring at her in disbelief. "What did you just say to me?" She demanded.
"If I have sex with any of my friends," Glory explained matter-of-factly, "It's because they want to have sex with me. If Webs and Dune have sex with you, it's because you're the only option. My friends love me, but you? You're just a-"
Her words were cut off by a meaty SLAP!, as a Skywing tail whacked her in the face. She skidded across the ground, flashing white as Kestrel loomed over her. "You shut your fucking mouth, you filthy little cunt!" She swore, grabbing Glory's throat and squeezing it with all her might. "Don't think for one second we can't replace you with any random Skywing! Don't think for one second your friends wouldn't pass you up for any other dragon with their ass in the air! Don't-!"
Kestrel was interrupted by a charging Mudwing. One moment she was choking out a Rainwing, the next she'd slammed against the wall, surprised and stunned. Clay stood between her and Glory, teeth bared and wings flared. For a brief moment, there was wariness in Kestrel's eyes, as she realized just how big the Mudwing was - how big all the Dragonets were. They weren't the mewling little runts she'd been forced to raise since their hatching, but full-grown adults ready to fight.
"You," He growled, "Do not get to talk to her like that! You, you... you bitch?" Even now, he found it hard to get really angry at anyone (even Kestrel), and even as he forced himself to swear, he was still nervous enough that it came out sounding like a question.
The Skywing bared her teeth, flame starting to lick out the sides of her mouth. "Why you stupid," She growled, "Fat son of a YEEOOOOWWW!" Looking behind her, Sunny had snuck around and bit down on the secret nerve spot, pulling on Kestrel's tail as hard as she could. Kestrel opened her mouth to spit fire, only for Starflight to then jump up, grabbing her mouth shut and pulling her head away from the Sandwing. Tsunami finished the attack by tackling their teacher, bringing her to the ground as all five of them started pummeling their abusive Guardian.
"HEY!" A deep, booming voice barked behind them, as strong claws started pulling them off the now bruised and bloodied Skywing. The Dragonets stopped, realizing that Dune and Webs were here now. Whatever their adoptive mom was to them, they liked and respected their adoptive fathers, and all the fight drained out of them as they got between them all.
"What the hell's going on here?" Dune demanded, glaring at everyone.
"She was going to kill Glory!" Tsunami shouted angrily. "We were defending ourselves!"
"I was NOT going to kill her!" Kestrel insisted, "She was getting mouthy, and I had to put her in her place! They were the ones-"
"Stop it!" Dune snapped, his tail arched and ready to strike. "You lot, wait here. Kestrel, walk with me." The Skywing shot all the Dragonets a dirty look, and followed the drakes out of the cave. As soon as the older dragons were out of earshot, Clay turned to Glory.
"Glory, are you-" Clay asked, but was interrupted by a pair of Rainwing lips firmly pressed against his own. This move briefly stunned the Mudwing, but as Glory kissed him deeper and rubbed her paws against the back of his neck, he closed his eyes and kissed her back, accepting his reward.
"Thank you," She gasped between kisses, her scales a lovely pink and yellow, "Thank you... *smooch* for standing up... *smooch* for me."
"Always," He replied, tail swishing happily, "Anytime."
"Hey!" Tsunami protested, "Don't forget about me! I helped out!" Glory rolled her eyes, but leaned away to give her friend a kiss as well. Their kiss was a quick one, though, and before Clay had time to process any of this, Tsunami bounced over and started making out with the Mudwing drake. As the three larger dragons took turns sharing tongues, Sunny stepped over to Starflight and brushed her wing against his side.
"That was very brave of you," She told him, smiling.
"I had to," He replied, blushing profusely, "I couldn't let that awful lady hurt my friends. Nice move, by the way. You should've seen the look on her face when you bit her."
"Yeah," She laughed nervously, "I always wanted to do that." Starflight chuckled, and they both stared awkwardly at each other as their three friends continued making out with each other. Before anything else could happen, they all heard footsteps approaching. The dragonesses pulled away just as the three Guardians walked back into the room. When the older adults entered, Kestrel looked calmer, but her anger had been replaced with impatience.
"Alright, younglings," Dune announced, "Something has come up outside. We need to go and talk with our connection with the Talons of Peace." The Prophesized Dragons glanced at each other hopefully. Sometimes they were serious, and the Guardians were handling business and getting updates about the war. Other times, it was merely an excuse to leave the Dragonets inside while they had sex in some grotto or nest of trees.
"We should be back tomorrow morning," Webs added, "So don't collapse the cave doing... whatever it is you lot do when we're not here."
"Have fun, you guys." Tsunami said, smirking as they walked out. Kestrel shot her a glare, but said nothing. The Dragonets followed them to the entrance of the cave, watching as they rolled the stone, stepped out, and closed out behind them.
They were alone now.
"When the Guardians are away..." Tsunami whispered.
"...The Dragonets can play." Glory replied, her smile matching her happy yellow scales.
"Hey Clay, Starflight," Sunny said, getting the drakes' attention, "Can you come with us to the training room? There's something we want to talk to you about."
Clay and Starflight looked at each other. Was this going to be what they thought it'd be? The dragonesses went between and on either side of them, guiding them with their wings and tails back to the training room, as they lit the torches along the walls.
"So," Glory began, "The girls and I have been thinking. We know what you two have been up to when the Guardians are gone. I'm pretty sure you know what we've been doing, too." The blushes and nervous glances on each of their faces confirmed this truth easily enough.
"We know that you guys have had crushes on us for a long time," Sunny added, "And if we're being honest, we've felt the same way about you."
"And it's not like any of us are gonna hookup with Dune or Webs or Kestrel." Tsunami pointed out, as Glory turned a disgusted pale orange. "So, here's what we're thinking: Clay, Glory and I want to have a threesome with you. Starflight, Sunny wants you to be her first drake. We have all night to do whatever we want, with whoever we want."
"So," Glory finished, turning a distinct magenta color, "What do you guys think? Are you up for making tonight extra fun?"
The drakes looked around, both at the 'nesses and each other. The girls really had this all planned out. They all looked so eager, so willing to take their bonds to the next level. And... well, both of them wanted to do something like this for a long, long time. So, if the ladies were offering to have an orgy with them, why not take them up on the offer?
"Okay then," Clay agreed, "If this is what you all really want, we're game. I'm up for whatever you guys want to do with me... Or to me."
Tsunami and Glory looked at each other and smiled, a mischievous, lustful glint in their eyes. Together, they flanked the large, muscular Mudwing, nuzzling his neck, placing their wings on his back as they led him off to one side of the room.
As all that was going on, Sunny guided Starflight off to the side of the room, giving them a tiny bit of privacy while also enjoying the show. Her tail caressed his chin, his cheeks, his neck down to his shoulders. The Nightwing tried to keep his eyes up on her face, but his gaze kept dropping, drawn to the moist, puffy slit on full display.
"S-Sunny," He said quickly, "You don't have to do this for me. I don't want you to think that you- I mean, you don't owe me-"
"I know I don't owe you sex." Sunny replied, turning back to look at him. "But I want to have sex with you. Glory and Tsunami have already given me experience with girls, and I think that it's only fair that I do the same with you. I know you... you love me, Starflight. I don't know if I feel the same way, but you're my friend, and I want to make you happy. And if that means taking your virginity, then I'll gladly give myself to you tonight."
This was waaaay too much for Starflight to process. Sunny had to force down a laugh, as she could see the gears turning in his head. She knew him enough that he'd be stuck standing there like a fool all night if she didn't push him out of that rut. Fortunately, she knew exactly how to snap him out of it.
She took hold of Starflight's muzzle, pulled him forward, and kissed him. The Nightwing's eyes went wide for a moment, before relaxing as he kissed back. Thankfully, he wasn't that bad (whether it was from natural talent, or having Clay as a practice partner, she hoped to find out in time). Sunny teased him with a quick flick of her tongue, grazing his own before pulling back and giving him a wanting, seductive gaze. She laid down, rolling onto her back, spreading her legs to reveal her warm (and warm) pink slit.
Starflight stepped closer, until he was right over her. From this angle, she could his penis starting to emerge from his slit, a bright-red spear standing out against his dark body. Feeling a little playful, she reached up with her backpaws, taking his length between them and gently stroking and massaging it against her toebeans. Starflight gave a gasping moan, again giving Sunny the opening to pull him in for another makeout session.
Meanwhile, the majority of the DoD were laying together in torchlight, their tongues intertwined in Clay's large mouth. The girls had some experience with three-way makeout sessions, but the Mudwing's large tongue was something different. Stronger, rougher, less graceful, yet also big enough to fill either of their mouths. Having those large, strong arms holding and caressing their bodies definitely added to the mood, too. Even alpha action girls like themselves could enjoy the prospect of being controlled and dominated by a large, powerful drake like Clay. Glory found herself turning a bright magenta color, and Tsunami's scales were lighting up as they sometimes would when she got into it with her friends.
As they continued, the dragonesses felt something long, hard and warm pressing against their thighs. They both looked back, and their eyes went wide.
"Holy Fuck," Tsunami murmured, gazing at his phallus.
"What? What is it?" Clay asked nervously, "I'm not too big, am I?"
"No," She insisted, "It's perfect!"
Glory had to agree - the Mudwing's drakehood was absolute specimen of masculinity, even if it was as large as she feared. It was large, thick and pink, with several fleshy ridges along his length that would no doubt feel amazing inside her. And his scent - Three Moons, his scent! His thick, earthy musk lit up the most primal part of their brains, and lit fires within their loins. They wanted more - no, they needed more!
Thinking the same thought, Rainwing and Seawing turned around, bringing them face to face with the Mudwing's fifth leg. They both looked at each other, thinking the same thought, and nodded in agreement. They leaned down, and twin tongues licked Clay's penis from base to tip. The bull of a dragon couldn't hold back an aroused moan, as his best friends worshipped his drakehood. His cock twitched happily with each lick, beads of precum leaking out only to be quickly lapped up. He tasted salty-yet-spicy, like a brine with cinnamon or pepper added for flavor. Combined with the subtle muskiness that all males (and especially Mudwings) had, it was more than enough to fill the females' minds with lustful desire, seeking only to satisfy their friend and taste more of the delightful treat.
They took turns with his cock, each female trying to one-up the other in servicing their lover. Tsunami went first, licking him long and slow from base to tip, before letting her tongue guide his penis past her lips. Clay moaned, his dick filling every bit of her maw and throat. Between having gills and Seawings lacking a gag-reflex, she had no trouble working the large male, feeling the tip of his dick press the back of her throat and bend slightly as she pressed her nose against his crotch. She looked into his eyes, offering a smile and a wink as she bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth. She hummed lustfully into his meat, her tongue wrapping around his base and squeezing now and then.
"Okay, okay, don't hog him all!" Glory complained, her magenta starting to bleed into orange, "Let me have a turn!" Tsunami pulled back, handing the slick drakehood over with a playful smirk.
"Care with this, now," She teased, "This is a lot to take in." The Rainwing shot her friend a glare, as she started licking his member. Now that she had him this close, Clay's size was a little overwhelming. Still, she couldn't afford to back down now, as they both watched and waited. Taking note of Tsunami's technique, she ran her tongue from base to tip, her prehensile tongue holding him steady as she opened wide, and lowered her head. She was about halfway down when she felt his tip touch the back of her throat. Closing her eyes, she held her breath and kept pushing. By the time she managed to reach his base, her whole mouth and part of her throat was filled with Mudwing. His cock twitched, bumping into something it wasn't supposed to. In an instant, Glory pulled back, coughing and gagging and gasping for air. She turned an embarrassed mix of white and pink, as Tsunami smirked knowingly, and Clay quickly said some pointless apologies.
"I guess that means I get to ride him, then," Tsunami declared, pushing her aside.
"Wait! Just because I had trouble blowing him doesn't mean I can't handle him!" Glory protested, "You're nowhere nearly as flexible as me!"
"Hey, I just don't you to have a bad first time," The Seawing countered, "Clay's a lot of drake, and you and Sunny should work your way up to all this." She gestured to the erect, twitching member. "The last thing any of us want is for you to try to take him, and get split in half in the process."
"Can I say something?" Clay interjected, suddenly looking nervous again, "Glory... um, if you want, you could... sit on my face." Both females stared at him, Glory turning a bright pink and magenta.
"You've always had it the hardest out of all of us," Clay explained, looking away as his cheeks reddened, "And you've always acted tough, hiding your feelings behind sarcasm and stuff. I see you try to hide it, and I just... I want to show you how much we- How much I love you. Besides, I've always wanted to know what you taste like." If the Rainwing wasn't dripping wet before, she certainly was now.
"Well, go on, then," Tsunami insisted, pushing Glory closer to Clay's top, "Give the hero his reward, so you can get yours." Not bothering to protest any further, Glory scooted over to the Mudwing's head, stepping over him so her slit was directly above his face. Rough, warm paws reached up her legs, caressing her thighs, giving her rear a pull and a squeeze. The Seawing mirrored her motions, straddling his waist, his member sliding down her belly. She leaned forward, close enough for Glory to smell her slightly fishy breath. They looked at each other, and Tsunami nodded.
Together, they pressed down. Glory pressed her cunt down on Clay's face, and was rewarded with a warm, wet tongue lapping across her dripping slit. She bit her lip, fighting back a delighted whimper. At the same time, Tsunami's pussy opened up with only a little resistance, the Mudwing's cock sliding inside, stretching and filling her delightfully. The Seawing moaned, deep and slutty, not even bothering to hide her arousal as she sank further and further down. She winced the tiniest bit as she finally hilted herself, but smiled. Clay could still fit inside her.
And so both dragonesses began to move - back and forth, up and down - using the Mudwing lover to their heart's content.
Meanwhile, Sunny and Starflight were still in a passionate makeout session, her backpaws continuing a slow, sensual stroking of his hardness.
"S-s-sunny," He breathed between kisses, "I wanna, mmmph, I wanna try something."
"Go ahead, hah," She gasped, "Do whatever you want."
The Nightwing broke off the kiss, moving down to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. Sunny quickly realized what he had in store, opening her eyes as he continued to slide down her body, lavishing her with kisses and licks and nibbles. She watched him descend, as she felt him slide across her chest, her belly. Starflight gave her a nervous-yet-playful smile, alternating between kissing each thigh and the underside of her tail, moving closer and closer to her slit. Finally, he kissed her entrance, the light touch of lips and tongue causing her to gasp. Starflight looked up, and Sunny nodded quickly for him to continue before he got spooked. She formed a V with her claws, sticking her tongue between and wiggling it. The Nightwing caught on, and started licking, sticking his tongue into her folds.
Sunny watched him as he closed his eyes, focusing all his attention and effort on eating her out. On one paw, he wasn't nearly as skilled at this as Glory and Tsunami were. Maybe it was because 'nesses knew how to satisfy other 'nesses, maybe it was because they had so much experience, but Starflight's performance seemed downright sloppy in comparison. On the other paw, it was clear the Nightwing was giving it his all. She could his erection, twitching with need and arousal, but he gave it no mind. His claws kneaded and massaged her thighs, and he would stop now and then to kiss her flank. The other girls had sex with her, competing with one another to get each other off as fast as possible. Starflight was making love to her, taking his time and focusing his efforts so she could get the most pleasure for the longest time. So in that way, Starflight was a better lover than Glory or Tsunami.
A thought crossed her mind. She reached down, gently grabbing Starflight's horns, pulling him closer. Starflight grunted, sticking his tongue deeper into her cunt, servicing her obediently. Sunny bit back a moan, a happy hum rumbling in her throat. She looked over to Tsunami and Glory and Clay, watching them moan and writhe and rub each other. This was it. Her and all of her friends, all making love to one another, culminating their bonds in the ultimate unions. She was already thinking about riding Clay's cock between her thighs, and the girls competing over who could make Starflight cum harder. It was enough to make the fire in her loins burn brighter and hotter, and she knew she was going to be close soon. She pulled Starflight's horns, lifting him up and looking into his surprised eyes.
"Starflight," She said, looking at him with lustful, bedroom eyes, "It's time. Mount me."
The Nightwing blinked, wide-eyed, but didn't have to be told twice. He climbed over her, licking away the lady-cum from his lips. They held each other's gaze, staring lovingly and needfully into each other's eyes, as he aligned himself with her entrance. Starflight's tip touched her slit, but he paused, waiting for permission. She gave it with a lick across his nose, and a lustful smirk. He pressed on. There was pressure, a grunt of pleased exertion, and then her folds opened, and he was in. Sunny gasped, her mind going blank as he slid further inside her. Starflight certainly felt big, as her insides stretched, welcoming her first male. She shuddered, holding him tight, her toes curling as he pushed further in until he hilted himself. He pulled back, making the Sandwing whine as the sudden emptiness, only to cry out as he pushed back in. He did this again and again, slow and steady, working on a rhythm, something that both of them could enjoy.
Moons, She thought lustfully, I guess I like boys too, now.
On the other side of the room, Tsunami caught sight of their friends. "Heh! Look, Glory," She panted, still riding Clay's cock, "She's got him wrapped around her tail."
"Mmmph, Starflight's not bad, either," Glory grunted, rolling her crotch against the Mudwing's eager tongue, "I hope he's got enough for the rest of us when they're done."
"Already looking forward to the next drake?" The Seawing giggled, "Even while giving Clay a mouthful?"
"And you're not? Besides, we have all night. If -ah!- If we all haven't had sex with each other by morning, we aren't trying."
"Mmmph, you got that right!" Tsunami gyrated her hips, getting Clay's pride to reach all the most sensitive spots. She shuddered, her bioluminescent scales starting to pulse rhythmically. "Hey, how close are you?"
Glory bit her lip, her claws digging into the Mudwing's belly. "I, I'm getting there," She gasped, ripples of magenta radiating across her body, "C-Clay? How abo-out you?" Clay grunted, signaling his approval by bucking into the Seawing and slapping the Rainwing's rear at the same time.
"Oh yeah, he's ready," Tsunami murmured, leaning closer. Her breaths were hot and ragged, her eyes heavy with lust. "Come on, let's cum together. Let's go as hard as we can."
Glory nodded. Her tail wrapped around Clay's horns, and she pulled him in deeper, shoving as much of his muzzle into her cooch. Tsunami matched her, grabbing the Mudwing's sides as she bucked him harder and faster, her rear smacking against his thighs. Clay responded with equal fervor - one paw holding Glory's ass, as he wiggled his tongue as deep and as quick as he could, while the other paw held Tsunami steady as he thrusted back into her, trying to match her rhythm. It didn't take long for the dragonesses to be panting and moaning, their orgasms approaching like strong winds.
"Oh shit!" Glory panted, "Oh shit! Clay! Clay, I'm gonna-! I'm gonna-!"
She was interrupted my Seawing lips, as Tsunami pulled her in, shoving her tongue into her mouth. Not bothering to hold back anymore, the Rainwing held her friend, returned the kiss, and let her orgasm strike. Her entire body shuddered, her tail squeezing Clay's horns hard enough to hurt. Mango-flavored pussyjuice shot into the Mudwing's mouth, coating his tongue and squirting onto his cheeks, chin and face. Her wings flared out, ripples of a rainbow dancing across them.
Tsunami wasn't far behind. Moaning into Glory's mouth, she slammed herself down on Clay, letting his cock go as deep as it could. Her bioluminescent scales lit up as bright as they'd ever gone, and as she climaxed, a tidal wave of girlcum soaked the drake, drenching his crotch in hot love. Her tail wrapped around his, holding him close as she rode through absolute bliss.
Feeling two gorgeous dragonesses (and his best friends) climaxing - their pussies squeezing and milking his tongue and cock for all they were worth, Clay couldn't hold back anymore. Even as he drank greedily and deeply from Glory's pleasure, he thrusted deep into Tsunami, and as he felt his tip press into her cervix, he came. Roaring into Rainwing ass, hot, thick jets of semen shot into her womb, filling it quickly. By the fourth squirt, Mudwing nut was mixing with Seawing soup, and both their bellies were soaked in juices.
Glory's legs gave out beneath her, and she found herself sliding off Clay's face, landing in Tsunami's arms. She caught her friend, and all three lovers held each other, gasping for breath and basking in their mutual afterglows. The Mudwing did his best for a little aftercare, gently massaging the Rainwing's rear, lavishing her thighs and tail with many little kisses as pink starbursts dancing beneath his lips. Glory hummed under the attention, especially as the Seawing started kissing her frill.
"Fuck," Glory whispered, "His tongue's better than yours. My legs are almost numb."
"His cock is amazing, too," Tsunami agreed, sighing happily, "You have to try him tonight, now that you're a little loose. You might not be able to walk tomorrow, but I promise you it's soooo worth it."
Glory didn't respond. Instead, the three dragons turned to look at the other couple, still furiously mating off to the side. "Look at 'em go," She mused, impressed, "Who knew Starflight had it in him?"
"Sunny's taking him like a champ, too," Clay added beneath them, licking away some Rainwing juice, "And they make such a cute couple, too."
As they watched, Sunny glanced over at them, a playful, lustful smile on her muzzle.
"Starflight," She whispered, "Our friends are watching us now."
The Nightwing had his muzzle buried in her shoulder, but it must've surprised him enough to stop mid-thrust. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
"No, Starry," She replied, "I want you to go harder. I want to give our friends a show. Show them how much you love me."
"…Alright," He agreed, "Here goes nothing." Starflight started humping again, more fervently this time. Before he'd gone slow and in control to focus on her, but now? Now, he was tapping into that wild side neither of them knew he had. His tip hammered against her cervix again and again, as the Nightwing pounded into her like a jackrabbit, grunting and growling as he pressed his face into her shoulder. Black scales slammed into gold, making her thighs ripple and shake with each impact. Sunny, for her part, gave her approval loud and proud, crying and moaning happily, holding onto him just as tightly as he was to her.
"Ah! Ah! Yes, Starflight!" She exclaimed, her tail twining with his, "Harder! Harder! Don't stop! Oh, Three Moons, don't stop!"
"Sunny!" Starflight grunted, "Sunny! I-I'm getting close! I'm going to-"
"Don't pull out!" She growled, desperate with a need she never felt before, "Don't you dare pull out! Breed me like the stud I know you can be!"
Instinctively, feeling her orgasm rapidly approaching, the Sandwing wrapped her hindlegs around his waist, and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. The Nightwing's reaction was immediate as it was powerful. Starflight moaned into her mouth, as he hilted himself one last time. She felt his cock twitch, and warm, thick semen splattered across her insides. A different kind of fire filled Sunny, and she was swept up in a tornado of orgasmic bliss. A whining moan rumbled from her throat into his mouth, her legs squeezing his waist harder to keep the shakes away. She melted into him, and him into her, gold and black together as one.
They held each other, Starflight half-thrusting with each pulse of his drakehood, adding more and more to her womb. After five, six, seven seconds, they broke their kiss to breathe, and dark green eyes stared into gray-green.
"Hey," He said.
"Hey," She replied, smiling, "You were amazing, Starflight."
"Sunny, you... You were everything I could ever dream." Sunny caressed his neck, pulling him down until his forehead and nose rested on hers.
"Aww, that's really cute," Clay said, as they watched their friends from a distance.
"Not to ruin the moment," Tsunami called out, "But I hope you two aren't planning on calling it a night! We all want a turn with you two!"
"Damn right!" Glory agreed, sliding off Clay, "The night's still young, and we intend to make the absolute most of it..."
They continued on like this for hours. Sometimes they'd switch partners, try different positions, stopping only to recover and rest their aching genitals. Finally, as their bodies started to give out, Glory snuck away to the Guardians' chambers, bringing out some of Kestrel's stash of moon tea. After the ladies enjoyed themselves a warm cup of egg control, they all went to bed, cuddling together with all new intimacy and love.
When morning came, they were so comfortable in each other's arms, rubbing against one another, there was a strong possibility that they would've gone yet again to satisfy the drakes' morning wood. But before things could start getting hot and heavy, a deafening roar echoed throughout the cave. Before any of them could react, an irate Skywing dragoness charged into the sleeping chamber, flame starting to lick out the sides of her mouth.
"WHO DID IT?!" She roared, "WHICH ONE OF YOU SLUTS TOOK MY MOON TEA!?"
"Hmm, what's going on?" Glory yawned, stretching herself out nonchalantly. "Who used what tea?"
"Don't play dumb with me, you dirty cock-gobbler!" Kestrel snapped, "I know it was one of you! When I left last night, I had enough for one more brew, and when I come back this morning, I find it's empty! You will tell me who took it, and you'll tell me now."
"You sure you just didn't use the last bit already and forgot?" Tsunami suggested with fake innocence.
"Does that mean we're going to see a bunch of little blue Skywings with webbed feet," Sunny asked, "Or little yellow ones with stingers?"
Everyone stopped and stared at the little Sandwing. Did she just throw shade at Kestrel? That had to be crazier than a quiet kid throwing out a "Yo Mama" joke at a teacher. There was a moment where Kestrel's expression was utterly blank, then suddenly became so enraged that they thought she'd torch her right then and there. As one, the Dragonets of Destiny closed ranks, taking a combative stance to protect their friend. Starflight placed a wing over her back, pulling her close and slightly behind himself, even as he shook like a leaf from nerves.
"Kestrel," Dune's voice echoed from down the hall, "Don't do anything stupid!"
The Skywing blinked, and just as suddenly as it came, the anger fell away, leaving a mirthless smile that sent chills down all their spines. She reached out and patted Sunny's head, perhaps a little harder than necessary.
"Go ahead," She said with a forced cheerfulness that set all DoD on edge, "Make your jokes. Have your orgies. I don't care anymore. After tomorrow, none of you will be my problem."
They all looked at each other and blinked. "What's that supposed to mean?" Clay demanded.
"It means that the Prophecy is no more," Dune explained, as he and Webs walked into the chamber, "Because the War is over. By order of Queen Blister and King Morrowseer of the Empire of Phyrria, you are all to be returned to your parents and your homelands."
"No more Prophecy?" Sunny squeaked.
"Queen Blister?" Starflight asked incredulously.
"Our parents?!" Tsunami demanded. "Who are they?!"
"You are Queen Coral's daughter." Webs explained, pointing to each dragonet in turn, "Starflight, your father is Mastermind, Morrowseer's chief scientist. Sunny, your parents are the rulers Scorpion's Den in the Sand Kingdom. Your mother, Thorn, is the head of the last pocket of resistance to the Empire, thanks to your father, Stonemover, being the Nightwing Animus. They were the ones who made the deal of acknowledging Queen Blister as their ruler in exchange for getting you back. As for you two, Clay, your mother traded your egg for a cow, and I grabbed Glory's egg from the Rainwing hatchery. So, really, you two are free to go wherever you want."
The young dragons just stared at him in dumbfounded amazement, needing a moment to take in that massive infodump. Tsunami a princess? Sunny being half-Nightwing? Did she have Animus powers? Clay and Glory were nobodies? It was all too much at once.
"So pack your bags," Dune told them, "And say your goodbyes. We're leaving tomorrow morning."
"WHAT?!" Sunny exclaimed.
"Clay and Glory come with me!" Tsunami said quickly, putting her wings on her lovers and pulling them close, "They're, um, my bodyguards! I get those as a Princess, right?"
"They've been guarding your body, alright," Dune mumbled. Webs looked to protest, but stopped himself, and then shrugged.
"Fine, whatever," He said, "You can talk it out with your mom when we get to the Sea Kingdom. YOU can try talking her into letting you keep them around."
"Then I'm going with Sunny," Starflight declared, gently taking her paw in his own, "I don't care what my father says. I'm not going to leave her."
"Don't worry, simp," Kestrel growled, "You two are going to the same place, anyway. Mastermind's been studying Animus magic for years now, and Thorn's been allowing him to stay in the city as a guest. If you want to explain to a warlord and a demigod how you've been railing their daughter, that's on you." Starflight shifted uneasily, looking around nervously as Sunny frowned at the implication.
And so it went the rest of the day, that the would-be Dragonets of Destiny prepared to leave the cave they grew up in, and leave the only friends they'd ever known. The cheerful mood of the day and night before was long gone, replaced with an overwhelming sadness. Glory's scales faded to a sad dark-gray, as she held a crying Sunny. Tsunami pulled Clay and Starflight into a group hug, promising to visit them as soon as she could. Starflight promised to write to them as often as he could, and that he would protect Sunny with his life if he had to. They divvied up their possessions, each of them giving the others a gift to remember them by.
By the time the sun shined through their skylight a second time, they were as ready as they'd ever be to leave their home and each other. They held each other in a group hug, memorizing each other's touch, scent, warmth, as it might very well be the last time they saw each other.
"I love you guys," Sunny cried, not even trying to hide the tears rolling down her face, "I never said it enough. I love you all. I always have, and I always will. You're all my best friends, and the best part of my life. I'm never going to forget any of you. Ever."
"We'll all see each other again," Tsunami vowed, "One way or another. This isn't the end of us, I promise."
"Alright, lovebirds," Dune called out from outside the cavern, "It's time to go."
"It's a long way to the Sea Kingdom and Phyrrian Empire," Webs added, "We have to get going now if we want to get there before the end of the week."
Reluctantly, regrettably, they pulled away from each other. They watched each other as the split up - Sunny and Starflight with Dune; Tsunami, Clay and Glory with Webs and Kestrel. They took flight, heading in the directions of the rising sun and setting moons. They didn't know if they'd ever see each other again, but they knew they'd hold onto each other forever, in their hearts...