“Okay guys, we need to start thinking of solutions to our problem.”

All the male dragons gathered around the center of the volcanic mountain. They sat along the rough ground, some opting to sit in the pool of lava while they listened to Garble speak from the rock formation.

“We’re dealing with a pretty serious issue, one I’m pretty sure most of you are dealing with!”

The wild clamor of the teenage dragons were enough of an answer. The roars of the youths echoed through the mountains.

“Right! So it’s clear to me that most of us are pretty charged up, if you know what I mean, and usually, we’d deal with that by finding a hot dragon chick to bone,” Garble stated bluntly. “Unfortunately, none of the dragon babes are willing to put out for us, on account that they aren’t ‘in season’ or ‘aren’t in the mood’!”

The dragons groaned and grumbled in disappointment.

“So, the reason why we’re here is simple; we need a way to release ourselves. There aren’t too many options that we have. Any good ideas?”

A gray claw lifted in the air, grabbing Garble’s attention.

“Well, spit it out, Scramble! What is it?”

“Um, we could always just use our hands.” The crowd glared at Scramble, almost preventing him from continuing his suggestion. “You know, just grab away and… tug... it?”

Garble brought his claw to his face and groaned. “Scramble, there’s a reason I said good ideas. Dude, only lonely nerds with no chance of getting laid do that! Everyone knows that!”

“Yeah, what are you, stupid!” The brown, chubby dragon next to him punched Scramble on the shoulders.

“Okay, fine! It was a dumb idea,” Scramble grunted, rubbing at the sore part of his arm. “Didn’t have to be a dick about it.”

“Okay, now we need some actual good ideas! Come on guys! do you want to be pent-up until the ladies get in heat?”

“Oh! What if we get the ugly-looking one to have sex with us?” a blue dragon suggested.

“Who, Crackle?”

“Yeah! Heard she’d be down for anything so long as you were sweet on her. Wouldn’t be surprised if the dumb broad didn’t suck us off for free!”

Garble scratched his head and smirked lightly. “Well, that’s a better idea than most of us have. How about you go see if she’s up to it, Ember. If these rumors are true, we might have the answer we need.”

Ember saluted and then flew off in order to fetch the dragoness in question. Garble refocused his attention to the crowd.

“Now, just in case the guy comes back with a broken skull, let’s keep throwing ideas out to each other. You idiots have to have some kind of clue what we could do.”

Another claw raised in the air, causing Garble to shake his head.

“For the last time, Cynder, sticking our dicks in hot lava will NOT help anything!”

The dragons mulled over concepts and voiced their ideas. Most of the ideas were considered dumb and discharged on those grounds alone. Barely anything was getting done and no real solutions were being found. Things were shaping up to be a miserable year for the dragons.

All except one white-scaled dragon, who wanted no part of the meeting. He didn’t care about satisfying his lust for female dragons, or try to find solutions to satiate his urges. In reality, he didn’t have any; as much as it confused him, he had no sexual attraction to the dragonesses, and would much rather spend his time doing something else then pouncing them. One of those things just happened to be a dragon’s favorite pastime: munching away at gems.

Fizzle walked towards his cave, licking his lips in anticipation. “Man, I’m starving! Can’t wait to sink my teeth in my delectable gems.”

He rubbed his his soft, pink underbelly, saliva falling from his mouth. “I’ve been saving my turquoise for a special occasion. It would be nice to sink my teeth into that big, juicy mineral.”

He couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. He rushed towards his little cave with a wide grin on his face. Once inside his abode, he walked towards his rock pile, lifting it up and fawning over his lustrous pile…

… Of nothing.

“What?” Fizzle scratched his head in confusion. “I could have sworn I had a huge pile of gems saved up! What could have happened?”

He paced around, trying to figure out where his gems had suddenly gone. Fizzle knocked his claw against his skull, straining to come up with anything. “They don’t just up and walk away like this! I didn’t eat that ma-”

And then, it came flooding back to him.

Fizzle stared at the mile-long pile of gems stacked before them. The other dragons fawned over it as well, looking at Garble with eager expectations.

“Alright, I’m only going to say this once, so listen up! Because I’m such a nice dragon, and my jerk of a dad said I couldn’t hoard all of these for myself, I’m going to allow you to take as much as you can physically carry from the pile.”

Fizzle’s eyes sparkled with this revelation, along with the other dragons who were graced with the good news.

“But, you must leave a nice pile for me! If I feel shortchanged, I will punch the ones that have the most and take half of their bounty. Do I make myself clear?”

“Aye!” the crowd of dragons called out.

“Good! Now hurry up and take what you want, you moochers!”

Garble stepped back and watched the onslaught of dragons raid the pile of gems. Fizzle rushed towards the pile as quickly as he could. If there was anyone who enjoyed gems more than any dragon, it was him, and he was going to take advantage of the situation. Without a second thought, he buried his skinny arms into the pile, wrapping them around the luscious diamond cuts. To make sure he got the most of it, he cleverly stuck his tail in the pile and wrapped it around them as well.

With a full bounty of gems at his disposal, he skipped back to his cave to stash his bounty.

“I’m going to enjoy you guys,” Fizzle said to the gems. “Garble always seems to find and keep the good, cleancut gems to himself. The jerk wouldn’t let anyone near his hoard without a fight. But now…”

Fizzle salivated. The stones were hypnotizing, and tempting him to sink his teeth into them.

“When we get to my little cave, I’ll indulge in just a few of you.”

Fizzle’s face went a little red, realizing that he might have eaten a bit more than a few gems. To add insult to injury, his stomach grumbled and churned.

“Oh man! Now what am I gonna do?” Fizzle groaned, looking sadly at the empty pile. “I haven’t had anything to eat all day, and this was going to be my lunch to hold me over!”

His stomach continued to taunt Fizzle, causing him to sigh in despair.

“Why can’t I manage my gems better?” Fizzle walked out of his cave with his head hung low. His day was ruined. He had no gems to eat, all the guys were busy with their stupid meeting, and there was nothing left to do but wallow in his own self-pity. Kicking each loose rock in his path, he mumbled nothings to himself, sulking in the stuffy mountains with nothing to listen to but his own mumbles, the wind, and the sounds of loud moans.

Wait, loud moans?

“What in the-” Fizzle’s ears perked once hearing the strange sound. It was a relieved grunt, like gaining satisfaction through something. Fizzle just didn’t know what. “Well, might as well go check it out. Got nothing else to do.”

Fizzle followed the sound, which became louder and louder as he inched his way closer. Many thoughts were rushing through Fizzle’s mind.

“Could someone be in pain?” he asked himself, tapping his claw against his chin. “No. This sounds too relieved for something like that. Maybe someone is using the bathroom in the middle of the canyons. Wouldn’t surprise me.”

Fizzle sniffed the air in an attempt to pick up a scent. If the dragon was truly marking its territory, it would linger. Fortunately for him, the scent was not present, though that begged the question.

“What on earth is that sound?”

Fizzle’s face went completely red. The implications of the moans could only mean one other thing, and he was getting closer to the source of the noise. If what he thought was happening, things would be interesting.

Fizzle approached the dragons carefully, slowly walking behind the rocks to avoid being seen by the ones in the act. His face was getting even redder. He was like a little school kid sneaking in on his parents. When he was well-concealed, he turned his head slowly to the side of the rock in order to confirm his suspicion.

And to his surprise he was half right. There was indeed a dragon receiving pleasure. It just wasn’t from another dragon.

“Oooh...” The chubby, brown dragon moaned while he vigorously stroked himself, trying his best to get off as quickly as possible. “Thank Celestia... no one comes here... during meeting breaks. If the guys were to see me… ooooh~.”

Fizzle couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On the other side of the rock was a desperate dragon trying his best to get off. One wrong move and Fizzle would have been spotted watching another dragon masturbate, so he decided it would be best to slowly walk away and let the dragon have fun with himself.

“Wow, so they really are that desperate,” Fizzle said aloud. He was very up-to-date about the male dragon’s news even if he opted out of every one of them, so he could easily tell what that was all about. Once again, his stomach gurgled, causing Fizzle to clutch it and grimace. “You’re not the only one who’s desperate, friend. Man, what I would kill to be able to get more gems.”

Fizzle sighed and walked back to his cave. There wasn’t much else he could do.

“Guess I’ll have to find something else to eat today.” Fizzle whimpered. “Can’t count on the dragons sharing any with me.” Fizzle scoffed at the arrogance and selfishness of the dragons. “Those pigs! The only way they would even consider giving me any gems is if I did something for them, and the only thing I could offer is-”

And then something clicked, and Fizzle stopped dead in his tracks. Flicking his tail against the ground, he began putting the pieces together.

“Desperation… payment through gems…” Fizzle’s blush grew deeper with the thought. “No, they would never agree with that! Even if they did, why would I ever consider doing something like that with those brutes?”

His stomach served as his answers, gurgling once again. He was at an impasse, and unless he came up with a solution, he was stuck with no gems for who knows how long.

Arriving back at his cave, he sat on his rocky bed and began to mull over the possibilities.

On one hand, if I do that, I’ll be whoring myself out to a bunch those filthy, rough, dragons, and who knows if they’d even take the offer. Probably punch me for coming up with such a faggy idea. His thoughts weren’t entirely false, and it was beginning to become a growing concern.

What would they do if he suggested it? Nothing worst than a bunch of testosteroned-fueled dragons ganging on the “queer” because he suggested it to them. Still.

They are desperate, as shown Pudge’s masturbating behind a rock. Just the thought of it heated Fizzle’s cheeks beyond belief. And, they do have what I want: big, tasty, gems.

Fizzle imagined shoving a good pile in his mouth, nearly choking as he tried to chew them. However, once condensed down, the taste would be satisfying. Satisfying enough to swallow his pride for a while.

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be too bad. I mean, I have been… curious lately.” Fizzle hummed lightly. The small part of his brain told him that this was a silly idea. He should be patient and wait for an opportunity to just dig for some more. Eating something else in the meantime would not hurt him.

And then there was the dominating part of his brain, as well as his stomach, telling him to do anything for his precious stones.

“Might as well pitch it at the meeting, then.” Fizzle sighed. Their break was surely almost over, and he had very little time to gather his thoughts. “It would help if I had some kind of documented plan, so they at least know what I’m expecting.”

Fizzle rummaged around his room, looking for something big enough to write down all of his demands and terms on. He found a flat piece of rock lying around in his room and began scratching his claws against it.

“Alright, just need to think about how much I will require for the services…” Fizzle engraved his rates, a small smile forming across his face. His anticipation grew as his demands began higher, yet still reasonable.

“I really hope this works.”

Author's Note

Plot kind of inspired by these two pics

Continue on with caution.