Or a Dragon Student Model...
Slinging the damp mop to the floor, Anon hummed to himself. It was, for all intents and purposes, another regular day on the job. Having found himself in Equestria, a land of talking and magical creatures, he was granted a janitorial position at Twilight Sparkle’s amiability academy. With that, he was also granted a private quarters, meals, and even a bi-monthly stipend. Seeing as how the arrangement saw to his needs and allowed him to interact with all manner of mystical individuals, Anon didn’t have many complaints. Working at the School of Friendship had its share of benefits but, as of late, it wasn’t without a drawback or two. Still, he had to admit, things could have turned out much, much worse.
A few days ago Anon had gotten into a discussion with Ocellus, a cyan colored changeling mare. He still had a hard time wrapping his head around it but, one thing led to another, and he had found himself in a very compromising position with the student. Now, he’d had no intention of doing anything inappropriate with any of the creatures attending the school, that much was certain. Sadly, his resolve had crumbled, in the face of an exceptionally curious bug-horse. Anon was none too proud of what he’d done and was more than a little nervous by the fact that he may have unintentionally jeopardized his career. Much to his relief, Ocellus had sworn not to tell anybody about the scandalous encounter, going so far as to make a Pinkie Promise with him. After that, the runty changeling was exceptionally chummy with him, even going to far as to bring him snacks or drinks on occasion.
Inquisitive insects aside, another problem had presented itself, after Anon’s shameful incident. Yona, another student at the school and a rather outspoken young yak, had apparently overheard the the human and changeling’s lewd shenanigans. In short order, and before he could even retreat back to his room to shower, she had confronted him, just outside of Ocellus’ room, and rather bluntly asked to have a roll with the man. Since the ordeal with the tiny shapeshifter had been completely unplanned, and due to Anon’s fear of losing his job or having possibly committed some criminal offense, he’d turned her down. At the time, Yona had simply huffed, stomping her hoof to the floor, before marching off. Sadly, since their meeting, he’d caught her sneaking predatory looks in his direction. The little yak had become remarkably more friendly, as well. Thankfully, she hadn’t pressed the issue, and he’d been able to continue his daily routines.
Making his way through the hallways, mopping as he went, Anon passed the Generosity classroom. Seeing as how one of his duties was to clean the academic areas, after lessons were completed each day, he let himself in. Ms. Rarity always kept her room nearly immaculate, so Anon always left it for last. Trading his mop for a broom, he began sweeping up bits of dust and detritus from the floor. As he moved along, a soft noise caused him to pause. It almost sounded like someone cheerfully humming to themselves. Quietly walking to the back of the room, the sound grew louder. You see, each of the instructor’s classrooms were different, and they often reflected core traits of the pony teaching the class; Rarity’s was, of course, somewhat ornate and held a large storage closet in the back. Anon wasn’t sure who, or what, was inside and he most certainly didn’t want anyone getting trapped in there. Opening the door, he was greeted with a surprised scream.
Anon couldn’t say exactly why Smolder, one of the resident draconic students, was in a dress and haphazardly done up in makeup while standing in front of an unused vanity mirror. The dragon, holding a stick of cherry red lipstick, had been caught woefully unprepared for the intrusion. The look of shock on her face quickly turned to one of embarrassment and anger, as her cheeks went rosy.
“G...get out!” Smolder screeched, flinging the lipstick at the intruder. She didn’t know what Anon was doing snooping around and, to be frank, she didn’t care. Regardless of why the man was peeking in at her, she was pretty miffed at his incursion. It wasn’t really like she had a problem with the guy or anything; heck, she even enjoyed his warm greetings every day, but he wasn’t supposed to see her like this.
The lipstick, the first cosmetic embellishment to accost Anon, was quickly followed up with a siege of blush, mascara, and foundation. Warding off the peppering of beauty products, he swiftly stepped out. “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt anything!” he pleaded, shielding himself behind the door. He’d never known the little dragon to wear anything girly or to embellish her feminine side. Most of the time, she came off as rather tomboyish, hanging out with the male students as, or more, often than she did with her fellow female pupils. Heck, he’d even mistakenly assumed she was a boy the first time he’d met her!
“What are you even doing in here?! I thought classes were finished for the day!” the tiny dragoness huffed, a small gout of flame irritatedly blowing from her nostrils.
“Well, yeah. It’s not like I can clean up while you guys are in the middle of a lecture,” Anon shot back, shaking his head in frustration. He really hadn’t meant to interrupt girl’s activities and, to be honest, he felt pretty bad about it. Unsure of what to do, or how to de-escalate the situation, he said the first thing that came to mind. “I think the getup is pretty cute, actually,” he blurted, hoping to make amends.
The man’s words gave Smolder a moment of hesitation. As upset as she was at having been caught indulging her feminine side, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of pride at his compliment. “Y...you mean it?” she mumbled, idly kicking a compact of rouge across the floor. As the piece spun, she saw herself in the reflection of the tiny mirror. Despite herself, her blush deepened.
Cautiously, Anon opened the door and poked his head through. “Of course I meant it, and you know I wouldn’t spy on you or anything. I mean, for Pete’s sake, I’ve only been working here for a few weeks! It wouldn’t do me any good if I lost my job and make a bad name for myself,” he explained, keeping his fingers crossed that she’d calmed down a bit.
“It’s just...I dunno,” Smolder grumbled, fighting to remove the dress and trying not to look Anon in the face.
“Don’t know what?” Anon asked, taking a step closer. If there was some sort of problem, he’d try his best to help her with it. He really did like his job, and all of the students were genuinely friendly, so he’d do what he could for them.
“It’s just that dragons are supposed to be tough and brave! Just look at Ember! The most you’ll ever catch her wearing is a suit of armor!” the agitated reptile complained. Finally freeing herself from the garment and wiping at her face with a forearm, to remove the makeup; that was, until she felt a hand gently rest on her shoulder.
“I can’t say I know much about dragons or anything, but I’ll tell you this. If dressing up makes you happy, you have every right to,” the janitor consolingly stated, kneeling down beside her. As far as he was concerned, and from what he’d seen, creatures in Equestria were free to wear what they wanted. Shoot, most of them went around buck naked regularly! So if this little dragon wanted to do herself up and look pretty, there shouldn’t be anything stopping her.
“R...really?” Smolder timidly inquired, peering up at him. He simply nodded back to her and smiled cheerfully. While it was true that Anon hadn’t been at the school, or Equestria, for long, a notion started to formulate. Since he seemed supportive of her clandestine hobby, maybe he could help. “Hey, s...since you don’t mind me wearing this girly stuff, would you mind giving me some feedback? I’ve been working on a few outfits and don’t really have anybody to get opinions from. I mean, yeah, Rarity or some of the girls could help, sure. But I, I dunno, I just get kinda nervous around them…” she trailed off, her bashful request dying in her throat. What was she thinking? Asking this human to give her input on her silly little clothes and frilly frou-frou stuff, she shouldn’t have even bothered.
“Sure, I don’t mind. Oh, and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about it. If you’re worried about it, that is,” Anon responded, causing her to look up in shock.
“You promise?” the student asked, incredulously raising an eyebrow.
“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” the man solemnly said, smirking a bit as he poked himself in the eye. He honestly didn’t mind her offer in the slightest. ‘What’s the harm,’ he thought to himself, getting to his feet.
“Ok, just come to my room in a few minutes,” Smolder whispered, attempting to contain her growing excitement. She’d never really had a chance to show off some of her personal creations and, considering the fact that Anon had volunteered, she couldn’t wait to hear his thoughts. Scampering off, she totally forgot about the mess she’d made.
Anon sighed and shook his head, as he began picking up the impromptu beauty ballistics. There wasn’t all that much to clean up, just a few pieces of makeup from the vanity Smolder had been using. Retrieving the dress, and dusting it off, he set it aside. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t want it just laying around, in case anyone else stumbled across it. Examining the garment, Anon was impressed with the craftsmanship with which it was made. What with the girl being a dragon and all, the gown had been tailored to account for her tail and slight stature. Either Smolder was a dandy seamstress in disguise, or she’d had some help with making it. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to get the small room tidied up, sweeping and mopping the area before finishing up in the classroom proper. He only had the restrooms left to do and since he’d made the girl a promise, he set his cleaning supplies aside. Walking down a vacant corridor, Anon made his way to Smolders room. Tapping on the door, he awaited a reply.
“You can come in, it’s open,” Smolder called out, scurrying into her closet. She had a few ensembles she’d crafted and couldn’t wait to show them off. Hearing Anon enter, she decided to start with the simplest first, just to test the waters.
“Uh, Smolder?” Anon quietly called, looking around for the scaly student. Her room, much like Ocellus’, was adorned with personal effects and trinkets. A few pictures, a staff, and several decorations hung upon the walls. All in all, it was pretty spartanly decorated, which, to his limited understanding, wasn’t uncommon for dragons. A small bowl of gemstones sat beside her bed, presumably for snacking. Setting her dress down on her study table, he looked for somewhere to sit. Seeing as how the only chair in the room was too small for him, he simply seated himself on the floor. Moments later, the closet opened and the tiny dragoness emerged.
“So, not too bad, right?” Smolder asked. Wearing a simple shirt and shorts, she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. She couldn’t put her claw on exactly why, but showing off her hand made duds felt a little weird. Like, she’d never done this for anyone before, not even Rarity.
Noting the casual-wear, Anon coolly inspected the garments. “Not at all, looks comfy,” he commented, nodding in approval.
“Y...you wanna see a few more?” the tomboyish dragon muttered, fidgeting in place.
“Sure, why not,” the janitor replied, resting his back against her desk. After he finished cleaning for the night, he didn’t have any plans beyond a stroll or dip in the pool.
Slinking back into her closet, Smolder tried to decide what to show off next. If Anon liked the shirt and shorts, maybe he’d enjoy something similar to the frock she’d been trying on in Rarity’s changing room. It wasn’t uncommon for her to try on different outfits in seclusion of her little den, but, unfortunately, she didn’t have many mirrors handy. Slipping out of the modest garb, she donned a pink sundress. “I made this about two months ago,” she stated, walking back out.
“Ok, now that looks really good,” Anon said, leaning forward and taking in the sight. “The color contrasts well with your skin tone!” he added, appreciating her eye for detail.
Emboldened by his words, Smolder’s blush deepened. “Alright, just one more, then I’ll stop bothering you,” she murmured, plodding back into her makeshift changing area. Pulling the dress over her head, she looked over to the side. There was one piece she’d always wondered about. Taking a breath to steady her nerves, she reached for the outfit. With unsteady claws, she began putting it on.
Reclining back, Anon patiently waited. He was happy to know he was doing something nice for the girl, even if it was a little weird. Dragon or not, folks shouldn’t be ashamed of getting themselves gussied up. As the closet opened, and Smolder stepped out, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
Seeing Anon sitting there, his mouth agape, caused Smolder to gulp. “That bad, huh?” she moaned, turning to flee back to her make-do wardrobe. She stopped dead in her tracks, as he spoke up.
“N...no, it just caught me off-guard,” Anon stammered, trying not to openly gawk at the student. For whatever reason, she’d made a short cut, electric blue top and matching mini skirt. Needless to say, the situation had taken an extremely odd turn. Smolder normally went around in the buff, but something about her wearing the admittedly skimpy clothing made the circumstances dramatically more inappropriate; almost as if she was trying to barely conceal herself.
Smolder’s heart raced, and her face flushed. “I...I even made some panties,” she excitedly exclaimed. Wheeling around, and pulling up the front of her skirt, she revealed the sheer black undergarment. “I wasn’t sure about this b...but Rarity said it’s alright to experiment with making stuff,” she spontaneously added, taking a step closer to her guest. It was all so invigorating, being able to express her feminine side, and to a man no-less.
Squirming in place, Anon tried not to fixate on the girl’s groin. Despite himself, he started getting hard. “Alright, I think that’s…” his words died in his throat, as he noticed a moist spot on Smolder’s panties. ‘Oh hell,’ he thought, watching as the student drew nearer. Although it may be too soon to call it, it sure looked like the girl may have an exhibitionistic streak. Anon couldn’t move and, more importantly, a part of him didn’t want to.
“I...I thought it was kinda fitting. You know, since dragons are ordinarily hot natured,” Smolder fitfully giggled, a cocktail of trepidation and enthusiasm welling within her. She felt hot, physically hot, almost as if a fire had been ignited within her. Taking another step closer, her gaze wandered to the man’s groin, and the imprint of something within his pants. Something inside of her, some primal part of her brain, began to stir, shifting her focus. The demure feelings she’d been captive to withered away, replaced by something far more powerful. Nearly between his legs, she leaned in close to the seemingly paralyzed janitor. Bringing her muzzle to his face, she breathed hotly upon his nose. Without warning, she moved forward, pressing her lips to his.
Anon’s eyes flew open in surprise, at the act. He hadn’t signed up for this, assuming he’d merely be treated to a private fashion show. Reaching up to push her away, Smolder’s hands shot forth, clutching the sides of his head, as her tongue wormed into his mouth. She was hot, quite literally speaking, almost like a small heater. Reluctantly, he reciprocated, his body acting on impulse.
Breaking their kiss, Smolder stepped over Anon’s thighs. As she began pulling up her top, she realized how utterly focused he was on her bare chest. “You take it off…” she whispered, staring longingly into his eyes. Obediently, he complied, slipping his fingers under the fabric and tugging the article upward. Raising her arms, she allowed the garment to be pulled off. Now nude from the waist up, she smiled sheepishly at him. “Now you,” she continued, observing as the man started hauling the shirt up and off of himself. Backing up a bit, she bent over and started fumbling with his pants.
“I...I don’t think…” Anon was cut off, as a talon sailed up to his lips. In short order, his trousers were unzipped and he found his tool in the girl’s grip.
“One thing about dragons,” Smolder hotly breathed, glancing between his face and his prick, “we take what we want.” She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but she knew she needed to claim this man. Fishing his member free, she stroked it in one clawed hand. It didn’t quite resemble a pony’s, and certainly not a dragons either, almost like it was mix of the two. The head was rounded, somewhat like one of her kind, but it was vascular and fleshy, not unlike an equine’s. Giving it a few cursory strokes, and finding its rigidity adequate, she stepped forward yet again. Drawing her panties to the side, and exposing her moistened slit, Smolder leered down at him. “Warm me up,” she half growled, half purred.
Swallowing hard, and face to face with the dragoness’s sopping wet loins, Anon leaned in. Breathing in her scent, earthy and a tad sour, he drew in the sight. Not unlike a human woman’s, a pair of thick, outer lips lined her entrance. Inquisitively, he dragged his tongue between them, eliciting a throaty moan from the girl. The flavor was piquant, a curious mixture of tang and spice, as it flowed over his taste buds.
Running her claws through Anon’s hair, Smolder pulled him to herself, grinding the man’s face into her snatch. She felt so inexplicably exhilarated! Standing there, being serviced by the male, her intrinsic draconic tendencies took hold. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed his ministrations. “Deeper,” she hissed, pushing her hips forward and smearing his face with her juices.
Anon had never had a woman treat him this way, let alone a precocious reptile. His dick, now bobbing freely and neglected, throbbed openly. A single bead of pre-cum formed at its head, oozing forth and snaking down his shaft. He was so hard it hurt, and having his face smashed against a ripe lizard pussy wasn’t helping matters. Angling his head, he suckled upon the girl’s clit, causing her grip to loosen marginally. Seizing the opportunity, he attempted to stand, but was firmly pushed back to the ground.
“Sit,” Smolder commanded, both her hands on his shoulders. Peering down, she spied at his gloriously prick beneath her. With glacial speed, she squatted down. Freeing one hand, she pulled her panties to the side and spread her glistening lower lips. Lowering herself, she felt the tip of his length kiss her entrance. Bearing down, the tip of Anon’s equipment penetrated her, causing her to gasp. Taking a breath, she continued undeterred.
The sensation of slipping into Smolder’s depths was astounding. Anon thought she was relatively warm to begin with but, by god, her interior was practically sweltering and exquisitely snug. Placing one hand on her hip, he wrapped the other around her torso. Bucking his hips upward, he thrust the final inch of himself into her canal. The two stopped, Smolder impaled on Anon’s lap, as they gave each other time to adjust.
Drifting forward, her chest to Anon’s, Smolder rested her face on his shoulder. Her thick tail, resting between his legs, caressed his inner thigh. “Go ahead,” she cooed, clenching around his length while casually gyrating her waist. Her whole body was lifted, as Anon ground his hips upward. Gritting her teeth, she held onto his shoulders to steady herself. The feeling of being so full, his cool member driving into her before retracting, was superb. Her wings, having been tucked to her back, shakily extended, flapping fitfully, as she was rutted.
Even though their position didn’t allow for much movement, Anon was able to make due. Holding Smolder to himself, he started thrusting into the small dragon; slowly at first, but with increasing speed. The sounds she made, squeaks and vulgar mewlings in his ear, were supremely arousing. Their bodies, pressed tightly to one another, moved in unison, as they committed themselves to the carnal act.
“H...harder,” Smolder whimpered, holding him tightly. He obliged, ramming himself upward and hilting himself in the process. Her eyes fluttered to the back of her head, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, at the particularly forceful thrust. The moment passed quickly, as Anon started to fuck in earnest. With each plunge, their crotches wetly kissed.
Having one arm wrapped around Smolder’s lower back, Anon reclined the girl backward. The slight adjustment allowed him to gaze at her stuffed and drooling snatch. It was quite a sight, her succulent bronze labia clinging around his shaft, being jammed in and pulled out, as he pounded her from below. Her diminutive size allowed him to hold her with one arm, freeing his other hand to creep to her groin. Expertly, he worked his thumb between her fleshy lips and to her clit. Finding the sensitive bud of flesh, he delicately teased it with his digit, causing the dragoness to squeal in delight.
“D...Mmph...Don’t stop,” Smolder cried, her voice raising an octave. The fire within her was now a roaring inferno, threatening to overtake her very being. All she wanted, all she needed, was to be pushed a little further. Throwing herself forward, she began bucking herself on him, rhythmically rocking her hips up and down upon his cock.
Anon reciprocated, plunging upward to meet Smolder’s downward strokes. With each descent, her rump and base of her tail met his balls. “I...I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” he stammered, fearful of her reaction to an unsolicited creampie.
“Cum in me,” she begged, meeting his longing gaze with one of her own. On cue, his movements became frantic, exploding into a furious jackhammering which pushed her to the very brink. Ever so slightly, she felt her entrance expand, as a sublime heat surged into her depths. The act of having her interior bathed in seed, while savagely being bred, sent her spiraling over the edge. With a cacophonous scream, she climaxed, drenching Anon’s groin, and the floor below, with her precious nectar.
Even in the throes of ecstasy, Anon realized that, if anyone heard them, he’d be in deep trouble. Throwing a hand over her mouth, he muffled Smolder’s blissful howl, while biting his lip to quell anything more than a series of stifled grunts to escape himself. As their movement’s ground to a halt, he emptied his load into her. Breathing heavily, and riding out their fit of passion, their eyes met. Their faces crept closer to one another, ending with a passionate kiss to punctuate the moment.
“Man, that was intense,” Smolder breathed, lying her face on Anon’s chest. She’d never felt that good in her life and, more importantly, it was almost as if a burden had been lifted. Sure, it may have been the post coitus stupor talking but, either way, she sure didn’t mind.
“Y...yeah,” Anon sputtered, the realization that he’d just plowed another student beginning to sink in. Steadily, and still holding Smolder to himself, he got to his feet. Thankfully, his softening member allowed him to pull out without too much trouble. As soon as the tip left her entrance, a trail of juices and cum crept down the scaly girl’s inner thigh.
“Woah, cool,” Smolder uttered, looking down and taking in the sight. “Uhhh,” she groaned, still held aloft by the man, “you can set me down now.” Nodding, Anon eased her down to the carpeted floor. Peering down at the pool of cooling effluence, she shook her head. “I’ll clean this up before I go wash off. You should probably get out of here,” Smolder noted, a touch of concern in her voice.
“I can help, if you want,” the man said, looking around at the discarded clothes and mess they’d made.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Consider it payback for the clutter I left in Rarity’s room,” the little dragoness responded, gathering up her garments. She’d have to do laundry as well, seeing as how her panties were drenched in seed and her own fluids. “Oh yeah, Anon,” she called, causing the man to stop and turn in her direction. “Next time, I’ll make sure to wear something extra special for you,” she teased, giving him a wink and running her forked tongue over her lips.
The prospect of future lewd shenanigans, coupled with the seductive look in Smolder’s eye, caused Anon’s equipment to twitch. Though he had no idea the evening would end this way, he had to shamefully admit, it had been something he wouldn’t soon forget. Nodding at the girl, and shooting her a polite smile, he quickly dressed himself. “Alright, be good,” he said, slinking through the door and into the hallway.
“No promises,” Smolder shot back, stacking the sullied garments in a pile. She couldn’t wait to show him what she had in mind for their next encounter.
Creeping out, Anon briskly started walking towards his room. For a second time, he’d found himself the victim of an unexpected sexual session. Rounding a corner, he came to a screeching halt. There, mere feet away, stood Yona, the hard headed and outspoken little yak, and she didn’t look pleased.
“Yona said, Yona wanted next,” the tiny bovid huffed, stomping a hoof in frustration.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Yona. I was just finishing up for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, alright?” Anon said, hurriedly walking by and tussling her hair in the process. God help him if Yona wanted a roll, he wasn’t sure if his body could withstand the onslaught of a sexually frustrated yak.
Snorting, and supremely irritated, Yona stormed away. She had asked him twice and, as far as she was concerned, she’d struck out on both occasions. If Anon wasn’t willing to bed her on his own terms, she may have to bed him on hers...
