Burst soared slowly over the mountains and fields beyond Ponyville, eager to reach home after a long day of breaking rocks at the quarry. She allowed the warm updrafts rising from volcanic vents to carry her along with the least effort possible, conserving the little energy she had left. Her whole body ached from the day’s work, her large azure wings the only part of her that didn't feel like it was pounded with hammers and laid out in the sun. Her scales itched uncomfortably with grit from the quarry, and her claws shone like silver knives after hours of scraping against stiff granite. For the hundredth time that day, Burst wished she had someone waiting for her at home. Someone to rub oil into her scales and massage the delicate folds of her wings. With a longing sigh, she rolled lazily through the air toward the cave entrance.
Once, she’d lived with her four sisters and their mother, but her timid nature had made it impossible to remain in the wilds with other dragons. A civilized life on the edge of equine society suited her much better. With the exception of Gravel, a large grey dragon who had nipped her tail every day at work trying to get her attention, there had never been anyone for her. Even Gravel had given up on her when he realized his aggressive flirtations were making no progress.
Nowadays, the closest Burst came to any kind of action was when workers came to repair the cavern she rented above Ponyville. She’d watched those repairmen for several hours, appreciating the fine muscular flanks on display before her.
She had actually been surprised that first time when she’d realized her attraction to ponies. Growing up among ponies often left juvenile dragons confused about their sexuality, but Burst had never thought herself susceptible to that stereotype. Much to her shock, the sight of Quick Fix’s sweating legs as he moved her entire couch across the living room in order to repair a pipe had flustered her to the point of stuttering. The stallion’s sides heaved as he put his weight against the heavy piece of furniture, and the way his neck muscles bulged with exertion brought a faint flush to Burst’s cheeks.
The memory brought a nervous smile to her face, and she fumbled her landing on the ledge outside her cave. She allowed the memory of his warm, musky scent and strong legs to play across her mind as she shuffled stiffly into the small, softly lit cavern. After only a few steps inside, she realized that something didn't feel quite right about her usually comforting home. There, off to the side, the purple blanket that normally draped across her sofa had been neatly folded and slung across the back of it. Banishing the memory of Quick Fix, she peered around cautiously, placing her back to a nearby wall.
As Burst prepared to walk toward the entrance to her kitchen to check inside, a head popped around the doorway. A young stallion with bright, blue eyes and a tousled mane greeted her with an infectiously wide smile. “Hey there! Sorry, I was hoping to get my work done and be out of here before you got back, but the paint wasn't the right color and I had to go back for another batch—” he trailed off when he saw her panicked expression, and bared fangs. “Miss Burst? Sorry, I’m the new repair-pony. My name’s Spackle!”
He smiled and approached her slowly, holding out a hoof. Hesitantly, she reached out her claws in response, before shaking the proffered hoof. Spackle’s smile widened, showing deep dimples in both of his long cheeks. Burst could feel the blood rushing to her wings, and quickly snapped them against her body to prevent any awkward signs they might give away.
“Nice to m-meet you, Spackle,” she said, trying to hide her stutter. “I’m kind of surprised to find you here, but feel free to finish your work. Don’t mind me!” Squeaking on the last three words, Burst shuffled quickly in the direction of her bedroom, where she could escape his gaze.
“Why did one stupid smile send me reeling like a giddy foal?” she pondered as she gathered up a towel and a scrub brush. “A hot bath will calm me down, surely.”
Burst shuffled over to the bathroom and locked herself in, then set to filling up the huge metal tub with steaming water. When it was lapping a hoof below the brim of the tub, she lowered her aching body into it with a heavy sigh. The hot water spread over her wide haunches and up along her sinuous spine. She began to relax from head to claws as she splayed her delicate wings above the water.
Burst used her spade-shaped tail to splash water over her head. The dingy brown liquid coursed down her long snout, carrying specks of rock and dirt from her sapphire-toned scales. More dirt came off when she pulled out the scrub brush and began to rasp it across her scales, adding soap every few minutes. Finally clean, she set the brush down and just soaked, letting the heat settle into her joints. Sinking down beneath the water, Burst blew out a stream of bubbles and giggled to herself. Outside, she heard a door open and close, heralding the exit of the repair-pony.
“Finally,” she mused.
She climbed out of the tub slowly to avoid splashing any of the filthy water onto the floor and reached for a towel hanging nearby. Burst rubbed her dripping body vigorously with the dry towel until her scales shone like polished sodalite. Admiring her voluptuous figure in the bathroom mirror, Burst smiled in approval.
Flipping the towel over one curved shoulder, Burst sauntered out into the living room to find a good book for a few hours of quiet reading. At the same moment, Spackle walked in from the kitchen and spotted her just as he was placing a paintbrush back in an empty bucket of paint.
His eyes caught on her front claws, which were delicately flicking across a row of paper-bound novels. Spackle’s eyes traced up along her sinewy forearms, then up to her thick-muscled shoulders. Her swan-like neck curved up from there, and above it all perched her sapphire muzzle, which quirked in a bemused smile.
“Well, hi there. I thought you’d left,” Burst said, giggling nervously and smiling at him.
“I-I um…” Spackle replied, dumbly. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I left to grab a clean paintbrush, and finish up—”
He trailed off as his eyes caught on the glinting folds of her wings, outlining the darker blood vessels within the gauzy tissue. Even as his stare grew obviously too long to be appropriate, he saw those wings spread, and the lines of her veins grow more pronounced. Sucking in a sharp breath, he looked back at her face. The scales on her cheeks were so dark they were nearly violet. Spackle raised one eyebrow, beginning to suspect that he might not be the only one caught off-guard here.
“Oh. I’m uh…. So sorry for keeping you. You must have so many other jobs to do around here. So many other tenants to service— do service for! Oh dear.”
As she realized her mistake and the secondary connotation, Burst’s cheeks turned an even darker shade of blue.
Spackle let out a nervous chuckle, and decided to try for a suave approach.
“Oh, I’m afraid not. You’re the only tenant who needed servicing today.”
He grinned at her, hoping to elicit a smile from the obviously embarrassed dragon.
She giggled in reply, looking over at him as she put her book on a nearby table. “Well I’m afraid the wall in my kitchen is all finished. Or, at least, I assume you finished quickly—” she said, trying to elongate the joke. From his snorting laugh, she could tell she’d hit the right chord.
“I've been known to tackle a few more rounds. I have much more stamina than everypony seems to expect. I could always do a little more servicing today, if it’s called for.”
She actually had to cover her mouth with her claws as she fought back the full-belly laugh that his reply nearly wrung from her. Her grass-green eyes turned a darker shade and sparked with restrained mirth.
“I wonder—” Spackle thought.
He decided to press things a little, and cautiously stepped towards her, shortening the distance between them to about a pony-length.
“So, Miss Burst, is there anything else in your lovely home that needs… servicing?” On the last word he let his voice drop low, even as one corner of his mouth quirked up in a sly grin.
Burst’s wings snapped up and open as she flopped back onto her haunches. “Did he really just—” Burst couldn't believe her ears. “Is he really hitting on me? Sincerely? Oh Celestia, please let him be serious…” she thought. Internally, Burst was a ball of panic and urgency, but outside she simply cocked her head to the left and stared at Spackle. His thick, brown mane was fairly plain, but his warm, orange coat offset it nicely. “The orange of a summer sunset,” Burst mused to herself as she looked him over. His flank and wings were speckled with drying yellow paint, and he had one splotch of it on his cheek.
He wasn’t burly, the way Quick Fix had been. No, his was more of a lean-muscled frame, accustomed to delicate and precise work. “He’d certainly be good with his hooves…” Burst blinked her catlike eyes, realizing that she had been staring at him for an awkward length of time. She nodded in reply. Spackle looked surprised, but pleased. He stepped closer. Now she could smell the paint, the scent of his fur hazing her mind with images of her claws doing rather inappropriate things to his flank.
“What can I do for you, Miss?” Spackle’s voice was low and heated. Burst could feel her wings warming in response.
“My shoulders have been hurting something fierce, this last week. Could you do anything about that?” Burst purred, barely able to believe she was saying it.
With a soft chuckle, Spackle approached and circled her, pressing her back onto the couch and beginning to dig his hooves into her aching shoulders. Burst let out a small sigh, her wings folding in slightly but emitting more heat as his strong hooves worked their way down between them. It had been a long, long time since she’d felt this way.
A tingling sensation on her shoulder shocked Burst into a sensuous shiver. It was Spackle’s mouth against her scales. He trailed warm kisses up her neck, and then nipped the scales at the base of her jaw. Letting out a low moan, she arched her back and leaned against his chest. Gaining confidence, Spackle wrapped his hooves around her, nuzzling her delicately arched neck. Burst reached her claws back and tangled them in his mane, her breath catching in her throat.
Spackle could detect a harsh, metallic scent clinging to her scales. It was underscored by a fresher tone that reminded him of pencil shavings and sprouting grass. He let the aroma waft over him as he pressed his lips to her long neck.
Reaching up, Spackle plucked the towel from her shoulder and tossed it to the floor. As it landed, he pushed the inside of his thigh against her hip. She gasped softly, her tail swishing violently and just barely grazing his chest. Spackle grunted in pain, mentally berating himself for forgetting she was a lizard. Grasping her tail with his other hoof, he shoved his hips closer to her, wrapping her tail over his hip and around his back.
“There now,” he murmured against her neck. “Now that that’s out of the way…” Without warning, he slid his hoof back around her waist and pulled her against him, hard.
Placing her claws on his hooves, Burst unwrapped them from around her waist and sat forward, turning to look him in the eyes. “Spackle,” she purred.
“Mm?”
“I actually do have something else you can fix.”
Spackle’s ears perked forward, quivering.
“My kitchen sink.”
At her words, his ears drooped and the fire that had been building in his loins turned to ice. He watched as she stepped off the couch and sashayed into the kitchen, barely containing the scream of frustration that threatened to explode from his lips.
Sucking in a breath to steady himself, Spackle raised his voice so he could be heard from the other room.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Climbing stiffly off of the couch, he walked slowly into the other room, his cheeks tinged dark with embarrassment.
“I thought she... I mean, she seemed to want...” he floundered mentally.
He looked between her and the sink, clearly confused. Burst just smiled, patting the dripping faucet.
“Here, this one. It just leaks everywhere, and I can’t do a thing with it.”
Spackle blushed more deeply, not sure if the double entendre was intentional or not. She still had that gleaming smile on her face, so maybe it was.
Giving in, he trotted over to his toolbox and grabbed a pair of vice grips and a thin cloth. Trotting back over to the sink, he wrapped the end of the faucet with the cloth, and clamped on the vice grip, screwing in the end to tighten it before turning the entire thing. The end of the faucet popped off neatly in his hoof, and he set it on the counter. “Just need to grab a gasket to replace this ruptured one,” he muttered gruffly, turning back to his toolbox.
Picking up the gasket and glaring at his toolbox, Spackle mentally cursed himself for his stupidity. His first day on the job and he hits on one of the residents. “Just because she has the nicest set of scales this side of Ponyville…” Spackle shook his head and cleared that train of thought from his mind. “Picturing the way her wings fold or the odd pattern of lighter scales on her neck won’t help either.”
He replaced the sink gasket and screwed the end of the faucet back into place. Balancing on his hind hooves and using his front ones to take out his frustration on the inanimate object, he let his mind wander. “Her claws shine, her scales are surprisingly warm and pliable - the edges smooth and rounded, fitting together like interlocking armor.”
Her hips were curvier than any mare he’d ever seen, her chest broad and inviting. He couldn't help imagining how it would feel to fall asleep against it, his hooves wrapped around that supple body of hers. A small shiver worked its way down his spine as he tried to forget the way her back felt against his chest. Clenching his teeth, he gave the vice grips one last hard tug, and the faucet was good as new. Pausing slightly, he allowed the image of her delicate claws to play across his vision, and then tried to banish the thought that immediately followed of those claws wrapped around…
Suddenly those claws were indeed wrapping around his waist from behind, and it took him a moment to register that it was actually happening. Not just in his thoughts; she was actually wrapping her claws around to caress his chest and belly individually. When her mouth pressed just below his left ear, his jaw dropped open. Letting out a tiny groan of pleasure, Spackle’s spine straightened like an arrow. Burst pressed her chest against his broad back, trapping his wings and sucking gently on his neck. She kissed him warmly, and worked her way down his neck leaving flares of heat in her wake. His skin felt like it was on fire from her touch, and not just because her body was several degrees hotter than his own.
Every inch of skin she touched seemed to come alive, trying to writhe off his body like a snake. He shuddered, grasping the edge of the sink with his hooves, afraid to move.
“B-Burst?”
There was no answer as her long, forked tongue slid into the fur on his neck, making his eyes nearly cross with pleasure.
“Ma’am?”
Still nothing.
“Is there something else you would prefer I call you?”
He could feel her mouth curl up in a smile where it was pressed against the base of his mane.
“You can call me Mistress,” she purred.
Spackle could feel the word bubble up from deep in her chest as it vibrated against his muscular back. He tried to stifle the little moan that formed on his lips, but couldn't contain it.
“Nnnnnngh.”
She slid her claws down to grasp his hips and pull him back against herself. His tail pressed against her soft, yielding belly. His breath becoming slightly shallow, Spackle managed to breath out the word “Mistress”. The purring grew louder, shaking through his torso like an earthquake. Spackle drew in a gasping breath as her claws skimmed lower, brushing the inside of his thigh.
“Now that’s a good stallion,” she murmured against his ear just before pressing a hot, breathy kiss to the tender appendage. Shivering, he relaxed against her chest and tilted his head back onto her shoulder.
“You want this, don’t you, Spackle,” she breathed, barely audible, into his ear.
He nodded frantically, unable to contain the growing excitement clearly visible in front of him.
“Mmmmm.”
Burst finished sliding her claws around his waist, trailing one of them very delicately up his expanding length.
“Well then… perhaps we should retire to the bedroom?”
Keeping a firm hold on his waist, she stepped back, beckoning him to follow with the crook of one sharp claw.
Walking to the bedroom seemed to take an eternity as Burst rubbed her claws across Spackle’s hip and dug them teasingly into his taut muscles. They had to stop several times on the way because he was shaking so much he could hardly walk.
At one point she shoved him up against the wall, pressing her mouth against his throat and sucking hard. She let her claws brush their way from his haunches to his shoulders and back down, the warm fur sliding easily across her scales.The smooth roundness of her belly rubbing against his side made Spackle shudder with need.
Burst’s tongue slid easily through his fur to run along the muscles of his neck, drawing a shuddering moan from between his clenched teeth. His knees nearly buckled when she traced her tongue up along his neck and across his delicate ear, her breath hot on the side of his face. Letting her claws trail through the fur on his belly, Burst gently kneaded her knuckles into him. Spackle’s breath grew more ragged as her ministrations became more harsh and aggressive.
Burst’s claws made their way around his stallion-hood to work at the muscles of his inner thigh, watching him grow steadily harder as she explored his body. Spackle’s mind spun dizzily as blood flowed away from his brain, and he sparked with heat in every spot her claws traced across his fur.
When she finally pulled him to the door and turned to open it, Spackle had to hold himself up against the door frame because his knees were so weak from her touch. Looking him up and down, Burst slid her arm around his waist and leaned into him as a silent support. She dragged him over to the bed and pressed him down slowly onto it. Climbing up to straddle his hips and running her claws through his mane, she kissed him avidly.
Sliding one claw from Spackle’s neck to his waist, Burst slowly slid her forked tongue in between his teeth to caress his. Working her way around his mouth, she explored and teased until he moaned against her lips. Burst allowed her tail to rub the inside of Spackle’s thigh as she moved her claws upward to tangle in his mane.
She urged him to sit up higher as she licked and bit at his mouth, forcing him to work for a taste of her lips. He whimpered softly as he struggled to reach her mouth, desperate for another kiss. Finally she relented, her lips obliging and warm on his. The accompanying sigh of contentment from Spackle pleased her enormously.
Spackle’s sudden grunt of pain took Burst by surprise, as did the blood that gushed onto her tongue from the cut on his lip.
“Shoot, I keep forgetting she’s not a pony!”
He groaned to himself, reaching up to dab at the cut. Burst wrapped her claws firmly around his hoof, stopping him, and flicked her tongue out to lick the blood off in a long, smooth motion. Sucking her bloody tongue back into her mouth, she purred contentedly.
A shiver of intense lust rushed down the length of Spackle’s spine at the sight, and he pressed his mouth to hers with abandon. Rubbing his hooves down the length of her supple form and grasping her curved bottom, he began to rock up against her as he throbbed. Burst growled and bit his ear, shoving him down against the bed.
Sliding her claws under his rump, she aggressively flipped him onto his stomach. Wrapping his tail around her claws, she pressed her already wet core down onto his taught hindquarters and began vigorously grinding herself against him.
Submitting fully to the unusually pleasant sensation, Spackle moaned against the bed and winced as his erection pressed hard into the soft mattress. “I wonder what this bed is made of...” he pondered silently as Burst’s moans of pleasure rose in the air behind his left ear. Her heavy breathing cut off as she bit down hard on his left shoulder, and he could smell his own blood again.
Burst mumbled an apology under her breath and rubbed her warm, slick self over his backside. His grunt of pain morphed into a moan of pleasure as she spread his rear end wider apart and thrust herself against him. He felt her shudder hard and exhale warmly against the base of his mane, a rumbling purr escaping her throat.
“Now it’s your turn to finish,” she growled. Slowly, she worked her way down his body, pressing heated kisses along his torso. Stopping at his lower belly, Burst let her long tongue draw wavy lines through his fur as his moaning grew louder and his breathing grew rougher. Pausing to extend his torment, she exhaled against his trembling stallion-hood. She then deliberately slid her tongue down his length, wrapping around him and pulling upward. His hooves clasped the bed-sheets as he gasped, and she continued to haul him toward her open lips with her flexible tongue.
When his head finally touched the smooth cavern of her mouth, he nearly came from the sudden heat pressing all around him. Burst continued sliding her tongue along him as she sucked, her teeth carefully spread to avoid puncturing his tender length. Spackle couldn't contain the ragged moans that escaped from him as his hips bucked toward her face. Letting his cock slide from her mouth, she brushed her silky tongue along his length one last time, and pulled away.
Spackle gently ran his hooves over the smooth planes of her belly. Burst let out a sweet little mewling noise and reached for his front hooves. Rolling off of him, she pulled him on top of herself as she kneaded her claws into his flank and nuzzled the side of his face. Wrapping her hind legs up around his hindquarters, she coaxed him inside of her an inch at a time and nibbled on his neck, letting her tongue flicker over his sensitive ears. Once he was in as far as he could go, she tightened herself around him. His ensuing breathy moan only served to make the dragon’s grin even wider as he began to thrust in and out.
Quickly re-positioning his hind legs, he began to buck hard and slow into her, eliciting louder and louder moans of pleasure to accompany his grunts of effort. She slid her tail up the back of his hind right leg, using the spade to massage his rear end and urge him on.
Burst flared her wings against the bed to give her balance, and Spackle’s wings spread wide to help steady himself above her. Curiously, she reached out her claws to touch his extended wings, and he let out a moan as she ran her claws through the feathers. Her mouth spreading in a feral grin, she continued to caress his wing as he thrust into her.
Burst’s pleased moans grew louder and louder as Spackle clasped the base of her spine, pulling her closer with every pass of his hips. On one particularly hard thrust her tail slipped slightly, sliding down between his cheeks and across his anus. They both froze, and Burst was about to apologize when Spackle let out his loudest, most shuddering moan yet.
“Sweet Celestia,” he muttered against the scales of her chest, “do that again, will you?”
Sliding her tail back up, she drew a line down inside his cheeks. He groaned loudly, and thrust harder than ever inside of her.
Chuckling softly, she pressed her tail in and urged him to propel himself faster between her scaly thighs. Spackle’s hot breath rushed over her hide and made her insides quiver around his throbbing phallus. He pressed his mouth against her and Burst squeaked breathily in his ear. Rutting her harder, he could feel the pressure building within him. Spackle dug his hooves into her sides, pulling her toward him with each thrust.
The tension built to a head and he flattened her against the mattress. One last plunge into her hot mound pushed him over the edge, and he erupted within her. He shuddered hard and moaned, falling listlessly against her breast.
“Wow,” was all he could breathlessly mutter in her ear as she gathered him close and wrapped her wings around him. His own wings flopped against his back as she enfolded the stallion and rolled until she was on top once more. Spackle’s brow creased with confusion for a second before Burst began rocking her hips, wanting to feel his cock grind inside of her.
“Nnnnnnnngh” he moaned weakly, still receiving aftershocks of pleasure from her movements as Burst’s body tensed around him. Digging her claws into his flanks and biting down on his neck, she pushed again and again as the pulsing ache built inside her. The dragon let out a cry of release as her whole body crushed Spackle down onto the bed. Finally, muscle by muscle, she relaxed around him and pulled her teeth out of the stallion’s fur.
“My, my— not bad for my first time, I’d say,” Burst chuckled and smiled down at him.
His eyes widened. “You mean you've never? Not even once?” he asked, a little ashamed by his forwardness and shocked by her skill.
“Not even once. There were never many dragons around here, and never a willing stallion— before tonight. I was mostly going by feel, and hoping I was doing it right.”
She looked at his tired face and slowly slid herself off of him, her nether region dripping with their combined fluids. “Would you like to stay for the night?” she asked softly, looking down and away.
“I th-think I could go a few more times before I’m tired enough to sleep,” she confessed quietly, still not looking at him.
Thinking about how exhausted he already was from that one encounter, Spackle colored slightly. “I might need to eat something before we uh, go again...” he trailed off, mildly embarrassed to admit his own weakness.The smile she gave him in return, however, was nothing but understanding and sweet.
“Of course. Why don’t I grab you a sandwich while you clean yourself up? Maybe some apple juice as well?”
“That sounds amazing actually,” he said, grinning.
She wandered into the bathroom to clean herself up and returned several minutes later with a wet cloth. Handing it to him, Burst ambled off into the kitchen.
“I’m going to leave with a broken back or stay here, completely happy,” he thought, wiping himself down and smirking. As he watched those broad, scaly hips swish back into the room, he hoped it would be the latter. When he bit into the sandwich and took a sip of the juice she’d brought, he wasn't sure if it was the best he’d ever tasted or if his hunger gave it extra flavor. One thing he did know was that with the way her tongue worked its way into his fur and her claws rubbed at his belly, he would never be fully satisfied by hooves ever again.
