Advantages of Flaming Youth

Many of the teenage dragons woke up early. Their new sexual desire was most likely at the meeting grounds by then. Many of the dragons had gems in their claws, ready for another go at Fizzle. Flint stood in the forefront, more eager than the others.

“Hey, Flint, slow down!” Ember called out. “We’ll get there eventually. Just be patient.”

Flint nodded, but kept his same, swift pace. Ember shrugged and turned towards Chrome.

“He must be really charged up,” he said, causing Chrome to laugh.

“Well, what do you expect? He didn’t get his turn yesterday. His balls are probably ready to burst at this point.”

Chrome looked at Flint and laughed. “Yeah, you have a point there. Well, we should probably hurry up then. Don’t want to keep our friend waiting for too long.”

to watch Fizzle get screwed by a seemingly endless horde of dragons. While on their course towards the dragon, they noticed another dragon trying to blend into the crowd.

“Well, if it isn’t Garble,” Chrome said, looking at his claws. “And he brought a few gems with him. You just chipping in, or you got plans for those gems?”

Garble blushed, turning away and frowning. “Hey! You can’t berate me for doing what you guys are doing! These are desperate times!”

“But didn’t you say that doing that is about the faggiest thing you could possibly do, and you wouldn’t be caught dead doing that with him?”

“No! Well… not exactly that way… but… Okay, just shut up! If the guy is offering and you punks keep going back, there has to be a reason for it. Let’s call this a little experimenting on my part to know what you guys possibly get out of this queer.”

“Suuure.” Chrome rolled his eyes at Garble, who stuck his tongue out in annoyance. “But you’ll have to go behind all the other ones who have reserved their spots. Wouldn’t be polite to jump turns now, would it.”

“What?” Garble’s reaction caused a smug grin to form on Chrome’s face.

“Hey, you gotta let us ‘fags’ go before the only ‘straight one’ in the group, right?”

Garble muttered to himself. He remained quiet throughout the rest of the flight.

They made swift haste to the lava pit, eagerly awaiting their slutty friend. However, the dragon’s smiles diminished when they flew over the empty rocks.

“He’s supposed to be here by now,” Ember said. “Where the Tartarus is he?”

The dragons scoped the terrain, looking for the dragon, but to no avail. The only thing they saw was Pudge, reclining in the lava pool.

“Maybe he knows something,” Chrome suggested, lowering himself down to the ground. The other dragons followed pursuit, noticing that Pudge seemed extremely relaxed and relieved. Pudge didn’t notice the other dragons standing behind him, but immediately jolted when a claw tapped him on the shoulders.

“Since when did you start taking dips in the pool so early in the morning?” Chrome asked.

Pudge leaned his arm out of the pit and replied back, “Since you guys started paying for Fizzle to have sex with you.”

“Good point.” Chrome slowly clapped, amusing Pudge and giving him a small sense of pride. “Speaking of which, have you seen him around?”

Pudge looked at the dragons, confused about why they were questioning him and who they were talking about. “Who? Oh, you mean Fizzle?”

“Yeah, him. You know where he is?”

Small beads of sweat began to fall down his face, none having to do from the heat of the lava. Pudge's eyes widened, causing Chrome to raise an eyebrow.

“Well, do you or do you not? You’re kind of looking at me like a clueless kid.”

“Well… that’s because I am…” Pudge noticed the other dragons laughing at him for answering the question, causing him to to give them a look of disdain. “Ha ha, very funny, guys. But seriously, I don’t know where he could possibly be.”

“Are you sure?” Chrome asked.

“Look, if I knew where he was, would I be sitting in this lava right now? No! I’d have him on the edge of my balls. So stop wasting my time with your questions!”

Chrome scratched the top of his scales. Pudge was awfully defensive about the question.

“Alright then,” Ember said. “We’re going to go looking for the guy. Wanna join or are you gonna keep your fat ass in that lava pit?”

“The latter,” Pudge said, giving them a goofy grin. “You boys have fun chasing him down.”

“Yeah, have fun sitting on your fat ass,” Ember replied, spreading his wings and taking flight. “Come on guys! We got a whore to find.”

Pudge waved at the group, grinning giddily. “Tell me when you find him!”

Ember looked back at Pudge. Something seemed… off about him. However, not one to question Pudge’s, he shrugged it off and simply replied, “Don’t count on it.”

With that, the rest of the dragons began to chatter and clammer, looking around for their missing Fizzle. Pudge scoped the sky and land to make sure that no other dragon was coming. He then looked down at the bubbling lava, bringing his claws down in the lava to pull a head up.

“Alright, they’re gone.” Pudge pulled Fizzle out of the lava, who was coughing and wheezing from lack of oxygen. The lava dripped down his scales and mouth, among other fluids. “Sorry about doing that! I was just quick to react! If they saw you… and me… you understand, right?”

“Yeah, I understand,” Fizzle replied, beating his chest with his fist. “Still, I would have prefered a heads-up before you held my head under lava for so long!”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Pudge chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “I was just really jumpy, you know. Didn’t expect the dragons to get up so early for you. You’ve gotten really popular!”

“Yes, I’ve noticed.” Fizzle groaned. “That brings me to something that’s been on my mind for a while. Why am I giving you a blowjob under lava anyways?”

Pudge’s face went red. He tapped his fingers together and puffed his cheeks. “Well, I thought it would be fun to do something… a little more original than what we’ve been doing. I thought it would be a little more exciting.”

“Well, you’re seem to be getting some excitement out of this.”

“And you’re not?”

“Well… it’s kind of weird. Kinky, but weird. Kind of like something out of a stupid porno or something.”

Pudge gave Fizzle a blank stare. “What’s a… porno?”

Fizzle slapped his claw against his face, chuckling at Pudge’s stupidity.

“What’s so funny?” Pudge asked, raising an eyebrow. “I really don’t know what is going on.”

“Forget it,” Fizzle said, rolling his eyes. “Still want me to continue this?”

Pudge nodded, giving Fizzle approval to continue his work. He took in a hefty amount of air before going under the lava. Almost instantly, Pudge’s mouth flew open, and sighs of pleasure seeped out.

“Man, this is why I love you!”

This is the only reason?

***

“Fizzle!”

The dragons split up into divided groups of three, searching for their missing sperm bank. They left no rock unturned, and no crater unexplored. Still, there was no sign of Fizzle anywhere.

“Man, you’d think finding a walking, talking cum dumpster would be an easy job,” Chrome began, pushing aside the rock formations that were blocking his path. “But it’s like trying to find a single brimstone in a moshpit!”

“Just keep looking and stop your bitching,” Ember said, checking every small cave he could find. “We’re doing our best to find the guy! Some more than others, I might add.”

Ember pointed towards Flint, who swiftly soared through the air. His eyes scoped the mountaintops like a hawk, observing every nook and cranny he could find. His endeavor made Chrome and Ember chuckle.

“He must really want to pound Fizzle if he’s looking that hard,” Chrome said. “Can’t say I blame him though.”

Flint wasn't the only one patrolling on overwatch. Garble was going through his cycles as well. He frantically flew around the mountaintops to look for him. After a succession of failed attempts, Garble regrouped with the Chrome and Ember to tell the bad news.

“Well, he’s not by the giant rock formation at the end of the mountain,” he began, panting, “and I checked there three times!”

Ember and Chrome looked at each other, then back at a confused Garble.

“What?” Garble asked, throwing his arms out in confusion. “I was just reporting back to you guys!”

“Yeah, we know,” Chrome said, stroking his chin. “It’s just, you seem to care too much about it. Like, even more than Flint over—”

“I don’t care that much!” Garble puffed smoke out of his nostrils, nearly ready to lash out at the two.

“Then why are you so mad when we say so?” Ember questioned, folding his arms. Garble shifted his eyes constantly, biting down on his lips.

“Well… I just hate idiotic dragons like you! Always assuming stuff that isn’t true. I’m just trying to help you losers so you can get your lonely, girlfriendless rocks off!”

“Whatever you say, Garble,” Chrome said, coughing into his claws. “Denial, denial!”

“What was that?!” Garble shouted, leaning face-to-face with the confident Chrome.

“Oh, I’m just saying how we should get back to looking for our little friend,” Chrome lied, smiling widely.

Garble squinted his eyes, not convinced of Chrome’s statement. However, he didn’t feel like interrogating him any further when a loose piece of meat was roaming around.

“That’s what I thought,” Garble snarled, returning to his search. “Unlike you jerks, I’m actually contributing. Finding Fizzle at this point might be extremely hard.”

“Like your penis was yesterday while watching us fuck him?” Ember teased.

Garble turned towards the two once more, growling venomously. Chrome and Ember just whistled and went about their business, leaving Garble to his rage.

The search continued for hours, with no results coming up. Many of the dragons decided to give up and call it a day, accepting that they wouldn’t be able to have fun with Fizzle. One by one, the groups became smaller, and the dragons’ patience waned.

“You know what, forget this,” Chrome said. “It’s not worth this much effort.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Ember sighed, stretching his arms and wings. “We’ll look for the fag tomorrow. Not like our balls are gonna burst if we don’t use him today.”

The two flew off to their separate caverns to call it a day. On his way home, Ember noticed that Garble was still flying around.

“Hey, Garble, we’re going home!” Ember shouted, flapping in place. “We’re calling the search off for now!”

“That’s fine.” Garble continued to look around, not paying him any attention to Ember.

“Soo… you can stop looking now.”

“Uh-huh.”

Ember chuckled, covering his mouth so Garble wouldn’t hear him. “Alright then, buddy. Have fun searching for your boyfriend. I’m gonna go eat.”

“Mmhmm.” Garble half-assedly answered Ember, who flew off and left Garble to rummage around for the missing Fizzle. The more he retraced his locations, the more frustrated he became. Garble was all alone— no help, no support. He was stuck looking for Fizzle all by himself.

“Man, this sucks,” he thought aloud. “I just wanted to have one stupid go at the fag, and he suddenly disappears. It’s like the entire freaking race is against me.” Garble lowered his head, floating slowly over the mountaintop. “Fine, I might as well go home dry.” He folded his arms as he fluttered and stuck his lips out. “Not like I wanted it anyways.”

As he flew, he noticed Flint on his knees, looking through the crack of some rocks. Garble’s curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to go check the situation out. Lowering himself to ground level, tapped Flint on the shoulders, who waved him off while looking into the wedges in the rock.

“Hey, what are you looking at?” Garble asked. “Everyone went home. What are you possibly—”

Flint put his claw in Garble’s face, stopping him mid-sentence. Flint had an amused yet agitated look on his face.

“Hey, I just wanted to know why you were peeking through the rock! Didn’t have to be a dick about it.”

Flint sighed. The only way he was going to get Garble to shut up was to show him why he was peeking through a seemingly harmless crater. He got out of the way and pointed towards the hole. “Look!”

Garble was hesitant and confused, but didn’t waste any time to take a peek at what Flint was staring at. And when he saw it, his eyes lit up with a mixture of arousal and anger.

Fizzle rocked his hips on Pudge, who bucked his little chub into Fizzle rhythmically. The two made their noises of passion and lust as they continued their pleasure.

“That ass!” Garble shouted. “He had him all al—”

Garble’s shouts became muffled grunts as Flint covered his mouth, pulling him out of the way. Garble continued to muffle loudly into Flint’s claw until he finally let go.

“That was a little unnecessary! You could have at least given me a warning!”

Flint rolled his eyes at his response.

“Oh boy, once the guys know about this, Fizzle’s ass is going to be on fire!” Garble rubbed his claws together and began to spread his wings out for flight.

That was, until an idea formed in his mind, causing Garble to grin widely. “On second thought, we have been waiting for a while for this. You especially still haven’t had your turn, have you?”

Flint shook his head, unsure of what Garble was getting at.

“And me, of course, deserve to at least see what these guys are raving about, since I’m obviously the smartest one in the group.”

Flint opened his mouth, but refrained from it. It would be best to go along with Garble’s ramble for the moment.

“Well, how about this? We don’t tell the others, and, instead, we have fun with him ourselves. All we gotta do is lure that Pudgehead in there once they’re done, and then, after he leaves, you draw Pudge away and I get to have a go at Fizzle. Sounds brilliant, right?”

Flint thought about the idea for a moment, a small grin forming on his face. “Not bad. But I want to go first.”

Garble’s smile began to fade. “Really? You honestly think you should go before me? I’m the one who came up with the idea!”

“Either first, or no deal.”

Garble growled softly. He didn’t like the idea of submitting to the ideas of others, but he was pressed for options. “You’re breaking my balls here, Flint. Still, if we want anything to happen to our balls, I’ll have to make do… for now.” Garble extended his claw. “What do you say? Deal?”

Flint looked at Garble, smiling mischievously. Without a second thought, he grabbed his scaley claw and replied back.

“Deal.”