Advantages of Flaming Youth

Pudge continued to pump into Fizzle, moaning and panting passionately. The sweat from both of their bodies made the sounds of slapping flesh echo throughout the mountains. Fizzle did his best to contain his pleasure-filled moans. Pudge, on the other hand, roared like a raging beast.

“You know, if you want to keep this… oh… hush-hush, it might be… aah… a good idea to not to scream like a banshee.”

“But you feeeel sooo gooooood!” Pudge kept his loud moans and grunts going, grabbing at Fizzle’s butt and squeezing. “So freaking tight!”

Fizzle had to hand it to Pudge. He sure did know how to suck out any romance out of a situation.

Wait, why am I even looking for romantic sex with Pudge?

Pudge kept bucking his hips into Fizzle, the orgasm coming quick and heavily. Cum began to leak out of Fizzle’s anus, flowing on Pudge’s penis. Pudge sighed and let his tongue flop out, once again lost in his dopey bliss. To let Fizzle reach his orgasm as well, he put his penis in his mouth and began sucking, causing Fizzle to grunt and gasp.

Pudge looked up at Fizzle expectantly, not receiving the desired results. He continued to streak his tongue along Fizzle’s penis, rubbing his backside and stroking. Again, Fizzle didn’t make the moans that Pudge craved to hear. He kept his pleasurable sighs restrained and confined, avoiding garnering any attention, unlike Pudge, who could have attracted an entire hoard.

However, despite keeping his moans contained, there was no helping him with his orgasm. It didn’t take long for him to unload in Pudge’s mouth. He released Fizzle’s penis from his mouth, swallowing the thick, salty gunk. He wiped his lips and lifted Fizzle off his receding penis.

“Ah, another pleasurable screw, eh, Fizzle?” Pudge laid on the rock, panting and holding his tummy. His warm smile diminished once he noticed Fizzle fiddling around with his fingers, looking at the ground.

“Yeah, sure.” His voice was unconvincing. After the pleasure wore off, Fizzle went back to his unenthusiastic attitude.

“You didn’t care for it, did you?” Pudge asked.

“Well, it’s not that I didn’t enjoy it,” Fizzle began. If he was being honest with himself, the act actually felt kind of good. “I just… well… you kind of brought me, a lot of the reason to keep me away from the other dragons.”

“Yeah?”

“And ever since then, most of our time has been having sex.”

“Yeah?”

Fizzle’s eye’s lowered. “You’re not getting where I’m coming from, are you?”

Pudge scratched his head, trying his hardest to understand what Fizzle wanted. Needless to say, he was as clueless as always, shrugging in response.

“I figured.” Fizzle leaned against the walls, closing his eyes and sighing. “Just forget about it. I’m just rambling.”

“Are you sure? Because, I can at least—”

“Please… don’t worry about it. You’re just going to hurt yourself doing so.”

There was an awkward silence for a long time. Pudge sat against the rocky walls, thinking about what Fizzle had said. Fizzle himself was fast asleep, tuckered out from the amount of work he had to do. With Fizzle asleep, Pudge got up and walked towards the cave entrance.

“I think I’ll go for a little walk,” Pudge said to himself. “Nothing else to do while he’s asleep. Might also give me some time to think about what he was talking about.”

Pudge moved the rocks closing off the cavern, the light from the outside nearly blinding him, and walked outside. The glare from the sun reminded him how late in the afternoon it actually was. He groaned at the brightness, but quickly adjusted to it, closing off the entrance.

“Yo, buddy! What’s up?”

Pudge jolted and cringed, turning towards the source of the sound. Garble was smugly grinning at him.

“Oh, hey Garble!” Pudge clumsily straightened himself up and leaned against the rock. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going alright, I suppose. Just a shame we didn’t find Fizzle; so many dragons went home disappointed that they couldn’t use their little cock socket.”

“Oh, what a shame.” Pudge tried to keep his composure, looking Garble dead in his manipulative eyes. He was slightly shaky, small beads of sweat slowly forming on his brow.

“A big shame,” Garble continued, pacing around the hidden cavern, making Pudge’s heart rate rise every time Garble got close to the entrance. “Well, since we can’t have fun with Fizzle, why not just have fun ourselves?”

Pudge’s face reddened as he backed up. “Are you implying that we—”

“NO!’ Garble caught himself as he shouted out, coughing into his claws. “Um, no. Just hanging out and all, as an apology for my behavior during the suggestion. I shouldn’t have been so hard on Fizzle the last time, and I want to make up for that.”

“Well, why not make up with Fizzle himself?” Pudge asked.

“Well, because he can’t be found, dummy! What, you know where he is?”

Pudge mentally face-palmed himself, realizing what he had just done. He smiled widely at Garble, giving him an awkward grin. “Nope. My brain just had a little moment there.”

“That really doesn’t surprise me.” Garble chuckled, keeping Pudge unaware that he knew about Fizzle. “Anyway, why don’t we go somewhere far from here and talk a bit? I’ll even give you some of the finest gems from my pile.”

Pudge licked his lips, still giving a reluctant look. “Well, I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on.” Garble put his arms around Pudge’s shoulders, nudging him as he did so. “You don’t got nothing to do, do ya?”

“Well, no but—”

“Then what’s the deal?” Garble pushed Pudge near the ledge, egging him into flight. “Let’s just unwind and enjoy ourselves!”

Without giving Pudge a chance to say otherwise, Garble shoved him away from the cave. With the two out of the picture, Flint came out of his hiding spot on top of the cave and began pulling the rocks out of the way. He entered in, closing the rock behind him. He stared at the soundly sleeping Fizzle, watching as his chest raise and lower with every snore. Fizzle’s mouth hung wide open, causing Flint to smile.

“Cute.”

He didn’t want to disturb such a sound soul, so he decided to wait it out. He wanted him to be as energetic as possible for what they were going to do. Leaning against the wall next to Fizzle, Flint began whistling to pass the time.

***

Pudge and Fizzle flew to a discrete location near the mountains. They were the only two dragons visible at the location, making the solitary place perfect for Garble.

Pudge started feeling weary of the situation. He left Fizzle in the cave by himself. Who knows what would happen to him if he wandered off and the other dragons got a hold of him?

“Hey, Garble, do you think we could hurry this up?” Pudge requested. “I have… important things to do. Yeah, important stuff.”

Garble continued towards their destination, backstroking in the air. He seemed unnaturally happy about hanging out with Pudge. “Oh don’t worry. This will only take a minute anyway, so you can go whenever you feel like it.”

Pudge let out a sigh of relief, following Garble to the landing site.

“Well, here we are!” Garble held his arms out to display the location of their fellowship. Pudge scratched his head, curious of the pick.

“Just another cave?” Pudge asked. The cave itself was very narrow, with two boulders at the side.

“I assumed you had the other cave for personal reasons, so I decided to respect your space and have our little get-together at a much quieter and public location.”

That’s when Pudge began to worry about Garble. Him respecting others’ personal space? That was nearly impossible for the red demon himself. Still, Pudge decided it would be best to go along with it. The sooner he dealt with Garble, the sooner he could get back to Fizzle.

“How about you go in first?” Garble stood back and pointed towards the entrance. “Go on, be my guest. I have a good bounty of gems set up for you in there.”

“Um… okay.” Without giving it a second thought, Pudge walked into the cave. It was more spacious than the outside let on. Still not as big as the average cave, but still a decent size. It was damp and cool, a good place for Pudge to nap if he wanted.

But this wasn’t supposed to be a napping session. He was supposed to be getting some kind of gems for coming, something that wasn’t visible in the cave.

“Garble, I don’t see any gems in here,” Pudge said, scratching the top of his scales.

“Oh, really? Gee, that’s strange!” Pudge could here the crumbling sound of rock against the ground. He also noticed that the cave was getting slightly darker. “Oh, that’s right! I think I might have left some right by the cave you were at. After all, I just wanted to give Fizzle a few of his payments!”

Pudge’s gears began to turn, and after a brief moment of shock, he realized what was going on. He darted towards the cave exit, but ultimately was too late. Garble had blocked the entrance with the two boulders conveniently lined up by the cave. Garble leaned against the rock and began to cackle.

“I can’t believe how stupid you are!” He continued to laugh, feeling every punch Pudge hit against the boulders. “You actually bought that I would want to hang out with you! Seriously, why would I want to hang out with a fat, stupid oaf like you?”

Pudge winced at the insults shot at him. “Well… you’re a jerkface!”

“Oh, that hurt my feelings,” Garble taunted. “That almost made me cry. Maybe your little boyfriend can cheer me up!”

Garble’s teasing made Pudge more furious; he pounded against the rocks even harder, trying to gritting his teeth. “You leave Fizzle alone!”

Garble put his claws to his chin and pondered the thought. “Well… since you asked so nicely… no. In hindsight, I probably spent too much time messing around with you. You’ll probably break out of that rock in about thirty minutes or so. But by that time, we would have already broken off our rocks… inside Fizzle!” Garble laughed one last time before flapping his wings, enjoying the sweet sounds of Pudge’s anger. “So I’d love to stick around and hear you have a temper tantrum, but I gotta run. There’s a slut with my name written in white all on it.”

Garble took flight, still laughing at his horrible jokes, leaving Pudge to continuously bash at the rock.

“No!” he screamed. “You can’t do that to him! He’s not a piece of meat! He’s not…”

Pudge stopped pounding on the rock, realization kicking into overdrive. He knew exactly what Fizzle was talking about. He only regretted it didn’t come to him sooner. With a new, determined look on his face, Pudge punched the rock with greater force.

“I’m coming, Fizzle. I’m not going to let that jerk get one claw on you!”