“MMH… you’re going to look so good golden and crispy,” remarked Ember, as her mouth was already watering just thinking about how the royal would smell once she started roasting. The sedated sovereign sow skewered neatly on the spit before her remaining motionless, allowing the Dragoness to intimately inspect the mounted mare with a series of soft squeezes and probing pinches. Her gentle hand coming to her bound banquet’s bountiful bosom, allowing the curious dragon lord to gauge the quality of Twilight’s gorgeous globes with a couple of groping grasps.

Twilight twitching slightly, as the dragoness’s firm fingers took a long feel of the impaled equine’s ample assets. Ember’s hand cupping around the mare’s massive mammaries, as a massaging motion she began to manipulate the marbled melon like a dollop of dough. The erogenous extremity jiggling pleasantly to the touch, as it was apparent the succulent slabs of bubbly breast meat amongst the pony’s more premium parts once properly prepared. A honey glazing and a few select spices, sure to bring out the finest flavours in the purple princess, but as of yet apart from a few twitches, Twilight had not yet commented on her imminent cooking.

The passed-out princess remaining politely quiet, as apart from a few fleeting fidgets, the mare had failed to muster a response to the sensual attention bumbling over her buxom boobs. The mixture of sedatives and the pain of a sharp spit piercing her Peritoneum more than enough to silence the normally articulate alicorn. The coma-inducing cocktail reducing the lavender pony into a complaint mound of properly matured mare meat, allowing Ember to handle the pony without any risk of a magical mishap. The pony remaining passive regardless of what was happening to her, as she drowned in a drugged daze, and simply refused to surface.

The debilitating intoxication so great that the mare barely even muttered when a honed wooden rod was pushed up through her plump pussy with a well-practised shove. The sudden jab cutting through her delicate insides like butter, instantly impaling the tranquillized Twilight upon its cleaving girth. The end of the wrist-thick shaft emerging from the gagging equine’s ajar lips, slick with her fluids, as it projected out of the princess’s yawning mouth like an oblong gag. The puncturing pole preventing the pony from letting out much more than a few mumbled meeps, before she slipped out of consciousness with a shudder. The gurgling noises going unheard by Ember, who was not listening to the musing of her meal, as she seriously doubted the perforated princess had anything interesting to her speared situation that had not already been said by a previous pony who had shared the same spit.

The invasive object squashing some of her organs, as it glided through Twilight’s compromised body cavity in a fluid thrust. Ember being careful not to hit anything vital, and with a gentle twist the sturdy stem has successfully glided up Twilight’s gaping gullet. Twilight’s core convulsing, but the fit was snug, and no major haemorrhaging occurred around the stake’s spectacular stab wound. This didn’t stop the fleshy female from fainting though, leaving Ember to savour her slow heartbeat, pulsing palpably against Ember’s molesting palm. The dragoness continuing to lecherously squish the opulent orbs, just savouring the plush pliability of juicy jubblies against her scales, as she mentally elevated the mare from a filling meal to a busty banquet.

The milking motions against the tantalizing teats causing the bruised glands to begin lightly leaking lactate. The creamy rain drizzling out of the oddly relaxed mare like pearlescent perspiration, sprinkling the wood below her with an alabaster misting. The misplaced milk doing nothing to dampen the logs that would soon be ablaze, but Ember could not help but give the buttery delicacy an investigative lick, as the shapely dragon lacked the mammalian anatomy to produce the surprisingly sweet secretion. The taste a palatable preview of the pony-sized portion to come, and with a fiery huff Ember lit the fire beneath Twilight with a spectacular spray of orange flame.

The tinder crackling into a gentle burn, as Ember fanned the blaze until she was sure it had taken well. Her ruby eyes glancing up to check on her curvaceous dinner, as with a tentative twist of the wrist Twilight began to slowly spin on her axis like a jubbly joint of gammon. Ember already picturing the attractive equine on a platter, as she relished the control, she was exerting over what was supposed to be a powerful pony. The adipose-rich alicorn entirely at her mercy, and in a depraved way it was making the hungry dragoness moist, as this audacious act sated a few more needs than just basic hunger. Her belly grumbling in anticipation for the lewd load of lunchmeat that would soon be filling it, as Ember gradually pivoted the plump pony to ensure she caramelized correctly. The speed having to be remain constant for the correct finish, resulting in the pudgy princess elegantly pirouetting on the spot, and before long the gentle sizzle of her calorific fat began to fill the air with a delectable aroma.

Ember salivating, as she just listened to the gentle creaking coming of the rotating Twilight with a smug smile. It wouldn’t be long until she could sink her fangs into Twilight’s flabby flank with a crisp crunch, though she had no doubts her pedigree prey would provide a divine dining experience now that the bitch was properly baked. Ember snickering to herself, as she realized it had only taken a single cup of spiked tea to earn her this full-figured feast. The deceptive drink making everything so easy, and if such a simple scheme could work on such a strenuous student, it left the predator pondering things, like what Celestia’s well-aged meats might taste like after a good broiling by dragon fire……


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Princess Ember manages to secure a certain shapely sovereign on her cooking spit. The dragoness might have overdone it on the sedatives though, as her student sow is not squealing, but i am sure the purple princess will cook well enough once the flames start lapping at her flanks...

A cooking collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). A fun little cooking story featuring the always lovely Twilight, who never fails to look good slowly rotating over a fresh fire ;)

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