Garble continued flying towards his destination, smirking and grinning.

“What a stupid idiot! That was too easy!” Garble rubbed his claws together, showing his sharp teeth. “He practically walked right into my trap. Now, with Pudge out of the way, I can have Fizzle all to myself… Well, after Flint gets done with him.”

Garble soared through the sky with great speed. “Fizzle, I’m coming for you.”

“Oh great! So you found him!”

Garble’s eyes widened, turning on his belly in the sky to see the source of the voice. The smug expression of the dragon caused a frown to form on Garble’s face.

“Chrome, what do you want?” he asked.

“Just what you’re going after,” he answered. “Seems like you’re hiding Fizzle somewhere. Mind telling me where he is? The dragons would love to know!”

“Well, yes, I mind! It’s none of your business where he is or whether I know where he is or not!”

“You’re the one who said he didn’t care that much about Fizzle. Having a change of heart?”

Garble growled and slightly blushed, avoiding eye contact with Chrome. “None of your business.”

Chrome grinned, rubbing his claws together. “You know, now that I think about it, Pudge seemed far too relaxed about us not knowing where Fizzle was. I’m sure he’s hiding something from us.”

“Yeah, probably.” Garble went along with Chrome to avoid suspicion.

“It kind of bugs me, though. We’ve searched the entire mountain, and still found no signs of the guy. Most of us are deciding to give up entirely. Now, where could we look that he wouldn’t be?” Chrome tapped his chin trying to think of possible locations. “Maybe, an open crater?”

Garble sighed, rolling his eyes. “That’s stupid! Why would a dragon hide out in the open?”

Chrome shrugged. “Hiding in plain sight, maybe?”

Garble grunted, slapping a claw on his face. “Look, if someone was going to hide, they wouldn’t hide in a location where every dragon could swoop down and see them!”

“Well, what would they do?” Chrome feigned ignorance, knowing that Garble’s ego would help him learn what he needed to know.

“Oh for the love of… Do I have to explain everything to you retards? If you want to be well-hidden, you’d do it in a place most wouldn’t think to look. Like a cavern or a pit of some sort. Probably on the far edge of the mountain. You know… that thin cave that no one goes… to…”

Garble noticed a grin form on Chrome’s face, mentally slapping himself for his slip-up.

“Thanks for the info!” Chrome saluted Garble, chuckling as he did so. “I’ll tell the others right away! They want to have some fun, too.”

“Hey! No! Don’t you do that you son of a—”

Chrome didn’t give Garble any time to finish his response. He bolted towards the other teenage dragons to alert them of Fizzle’s location. Garble groaned, clenching his fist together and beginning to give chase to Chrome…

Until he stopped midair, turning back at the direction of the cave, then back at Chrome’s flying direction.

“Raah! Why did I have to freaking give away his location?” Garble tugged at his ears and flew towards the cave. “Let’s just hope I can get there before they do.”

***

Fizzle stretched out, letting out a squeaky yawn. Slowly opening his eyes, the cave dimly began to form and become visible. Not only that, but he felt a warm, muscular body lean against his, stroking his head with their claw.

“Ah, that’s nice.” Fizzle purred. “That’s a good spot, Pudge.” Fizzle smiled, relaxing and smiling gleefully. Even though Pudge was an idiot, at least he was trying. He was calm, and gentle, and very caressing…

Not at all like Pudge.

“Wait…” Fizzle noticed the legs of of the dragon were not brown like Pudge’s. Instead, they were a dark shade of blue. With a growing, nervous expression, Fizzle turned his head, looking directly at a smiling Flint.

“Oh… hi, Flint,” Fizzle said, waving nervously. “What brings you to this… part of... the mountain?”

Flint traced his fingers along Fizzle’s mouth and slowly down his body, giving him an odd, uncomfortable sensation. He had a bad feeling about what was about to happen.

“You’re here for the services, aren’t you?”

Flint nodded, smiling warmly, but with obvious longing in his cold, blue eyes. Fizzle sighed and turned around, displaying himself.

“Fine, just get this over with.” Fizzle didn’t really have anywhere to turn, and denying Flint would probably be futile. Better consensual than forced. Flint grabbed the backside of Fizzle’s soft presterior, hoisting himself over him. The light began to enter into the cave, something Flint ignored, thinking it was Garble. His patience was finally paying off. With an eager heart, Flint poked his penis against Fizzle, preparing himself for what was sure to be a good time.

“And, there he is, guys!”

Flint stopped in his tracks, turning to see the voice of the dragon who was not who he expected. Chrome stood proud and tall with a group of other teenage dragons.

“Thanks for finding him for us, Flint. Now, you can get off of him now and hand him over now.”

Flint’s eyes began to twitch. “What?”

“You can’t hide a piece of flesh and expect others to not retaliate on it. Now, you gotta wait until we’re done with him. Oh, and, Fizzle?”

Fizzle turned around, face mixed with agitation and nervousness.

“Yeah?”

Chrome began walking towards the two dragons. “Since you wanted to be selfish and only give service to a small amount of dragons, we’re going to take you for free, if you don’t mind.”

Fizzle’s eyes widened. Of course I mind! I’m not going to fondle you jerks without payment! “Like Tartarus I am!”

Fizzle’s inner thoughts manifested themselves into a statement. It wasn’t really the best retaliation. Chrome began growling.

“I don’t think you understand at all, Fizzle.” He walked closer to Fizzle, pushing Flint out of the way. Fizzle crawled up to the wall, nowhere to run, and no one to help him. “We’ve been… pent-up the entire day. We’re going to have our way with you… whether you want it or not!”

Fizzle watched in fear as Chrome grabbed him, pointing his penis in Fizzle’s direction. Chrome’s face turned more animalistic the more he looked at him, drool dripping out of his mouth.

Fizzle didn’t have an escape; Chrome’s tool was in clear sight. He didn’t have much other choice, except…

“Sorry, Chrome. But you asked for this,” Fizzle said.

“Asked for wh—” Chrome instantly froze, gritting his teeth in pain. Fizzle’s foot came colliding with his testicles. It was like a brick being smashed against tiny grapes.

“Ow! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Chrome fell to the ground, grabbing his testicles and roaring in agony. “You asshole!”

Fizzle didn’t take time to access the situation. He immediately tried to run out of the cave and to safety.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

While running away from Chrome, he fell into the arms of the other teenaged dragons. Fizzle let out a sigh, bringing his claw against his face for forgetting the other dragons in the cave.

All that time with Pudge must have had a terrible effect on me.

“Heh, now, I get to have a turn with him,” one of the brutes said, breathing directly into Fizzle’s face.

“What? I get to have a go at him! I haven’t had fun with him at all yet!”

“No, me!”

Fizzle was sandwiched between the arguing dragons. The focus soon turned away from Fizzle and turned into the dragons arguing who would have a turn with him.

“Yeah, well he needs a dragon with a penis who can get him off as well!”

“Oh, please. You couldn’t get off your girlfriend, let alone this slut!”

“Yeah, and you can do any better?”

“I know one thing I can do. Kick all of your asses!”

Fizzle shook his head and waved his hands. “No, no no no!”

“Bring it on! I’ll take all of you!”

And just like that, the dragons started throwing punches and biting down on each other. Fizzle was crammed in the middle, some of the punches colliding against his cheeks. As annoying as it was to get hit by a group of hormone-driven dragons, Fizzle used this as an opportunity to sneak through the crowd and escape. Squeezing through the dragons, he eventually made his way out of the cave and flew off.

All Flint could do was watch in disappointment, wanting to scream at the top of his lungs at the stupidity of the dragons. As the dragons continued wailing on each other, Flint cleared his throat and opened up for a suggestion.

“Hey dumbasses! How about instead of beating the shit out of each other, we go after the one who got away?!”

Their fists stopped colliding with each other and they all glared at Flint.

“Let’s just find him and take it from there, okay?” Flint crossed his arms, tapping the ground with his foot.

The other dragons agreed, parting from the cave in search for Fizzle. Flint began to follow suit until he heard the whines and whimpers of Chrome.

“Flint… please…” Chrome was still curled up in a ball. Flint didn’t take any pity on him, and instead kicked his arms away. With Chrome laying straight out and exposed, Flint brought his foot in the air, hovering it over Chrome’s penis. Chrome could only gulp, shaking his head in a desperate plea.

“You do kind of deserve this,” Flint said, bringing his foot down on Chrome.

***

Pudge finally made leadway on the rock breaking. The boulders began to give way. Small slivers of light beamed through the formation. With most of the rock worn away, Pudge attempted to push the boulder, receiving positive results.

“Yes! Now, just a little more.”

Straining slightly, Pudge pushed against the blockade, moving it slowly out of the way. The light filled the cave once again. A dopey grin filled his face as he finally opened the cave up.

“Finally!” he shouted lifting his fist into the air. “I got out!”

His cheers and excitement died down when he heard slow clapping. “You sure did, Pudge. You sure did.”

“Ember?” Pudge turned, shocked that he was standing there. “When did you get here?”

“Oh, I’ve been here for a while,” Ember said. “Actually, I saw when Garble left. You were pounding on the rocks while shouting Fizzle’s name for a good minute now.”

“So, why didn’t you help me get out?” Pudge asked, agitation filling his voice.

“Because I thought it was funny.” Ember laughed and tapped the bemused Pudge on the skull. “But it doesn’t matter; you got out.”

“Yeah, but Fizzle is still out there!” Pudge cried out. “If I don’t go after him, who knows what the other dragons could do to him!”

“Well, we better start looking for him.”

“You got that right. I’ll get going before…” Pudge stopped mid-sentence, scratching his head. “Uh, did you say we?”

“Have you gone deaf? Of course I said we.”

Pudge still remained clueless, causing Ember to sigh. Of all the dragons he offered to help out, it would be the idiot.

“But why? You’re the one who wanted to use him only to feed your urges. You probably just want to have sex with him and leave!”

“That’s kind of hypocritical coming from the dragon that practically bought him,” Ember replied.

Pudge’s face flushed. “Well, that’s different…” No, it really wasn’t. Pudge was understanding this more, but to prevent looking like an idiot, he denied it.

“Uh-huh.” Ember just went along with it and continued, “In any case, I don’t have any need for Fizzle anymore, and once the male dragons hear of why, they won’t need him, either.”

Pudge raised a pensive eyebrow. Ember noted the expression and gave a wide smile.

“What are you talking about?” Pudge asked.

“We can talk about that once we find your friend. I think that’s the most important thing. Don’t want Garble to, as he put it, ‘write his name in white’ on Fizzle, do we?”

Pudge shook his head.

“Alright then! So let’s get going!”

With that said, Pudge flapped his wings and followed Ember, determined to find Fizzle before any harm was done to him.

***

“Crap! He could be anywhere by now!”

The race was on. Fizzle was missing and nearly every dragon on the mountain was in pursuit of him. Garble kept his sights on the ground, making sure not a single white tail got past his vision. After being met with an empty cavern— well except for a completely broken Chrome— he was almost positive that Fizzle had gotten away. This was made more apparent by the other dragons soaring through the skies and looking around as well.

“Stupid Flint! I gave him one job! One fucking job, and he screws it up! Now I have to find the queer and take him myself.”

With the skies filled with eager dragons, Fizzle didn’t have anywhere to go. His best bet was to hide around on ground level, leaping through the shadows every time the sky was empty. He stealthily managed to get through the howering vultures above him.

Fizzle sighed, looking up in disdain. “If I get out of this untouched, I swear I’ll never try to whore myself out for gems again,” Fizzle said. “These pigs are the most idiotic barbarians I’ve seen in my life!” He grunted, blowing fumes out of his nostrils. “Fuck them all.”

“Is what you will do if they end up finding you?”

Fizzle’s heart sank when he heard Ember’s voice. In desperation, he began to take off, only to be held back by Ember stomping on his tail. Fizzle strained and strained, but with no avail.

“Calm down, I’m not here to hurt you,” Ember said.

“Neither are the other dragons flying around. They’re here to screw me!”

“I’m not here for that, either.” Fizzle looked at Ember, unconvinced. “Look, if you don’t believe me, just ask him!”

“Him?”

Almost immediately, Pudge came dashing towards Fizzle.

“Fizzle!” Pudge grappled Fizzle to the point of nearly crushing him. “I finally found you!”

“Nice to see you too, Pudge,” Fizzle said, wheezing a little. “You’re… kind of crushing me though…”

Pudge noticed Fizzle’s face turning slightly blue, releasing his grip and allowing him to breath. “Oops. Sorry.” Pudge chuckled, smiling warmly at Fizzle.

Fizzle smiled back, his face turning slightly red. He couldn’t deny that the oaf was kind of cute, at least in a moronic sort of way.

“Well, you lovebirds can kiss and fuck on your own time,” Ember said. “Right now, if you want to the others to leave you alone for good, you’re going to have to lead them to the lava pit.”

“How would that help?” Fizzle asked.

“Look, as much as I would love to answer your questions, I want to get this over with as soon as possible. And seeing the crap you just went through, I’m pretty sure you do as well.”

Fizzle nodded in confirmation.

“Then do as I ask, and we won’t have any problems. I’ll meet you by the lava pit.” Fizzle watched as Ember flew off, a skeptical look on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Pudge said. “I know it sounds strange, but he’s really trying to help… I believe. Just do this one thing, and this can all be over.”

Fizzle looked at Pudge. He hadn’t lied to Fizzle yet, so he wasn’t too uncomfortable with him suggesting something. Still, Pudge wasn’t the brightest cookie, so he could have easily been fooled. The latter was looking to be the most likely.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Even with that fact, Fizzle decided to do the foolish thing and listen to Pudge, who ecstatically grinned at his response. “If this is just a stupid trap though—”

“Trust me, it’s not! Ember said so!”

“That… is what concerns me, Pudge,” Fizzle said, floating in the air. “But I’ll take your word for it.”

Fizzle gulped and flew into the open. What am I thinking?! This is practically suicide! I can already see how this ends; Ember traps me, I get gangbanged, and they all benefit. So why doesn’t Pudge see that? Even better question, why the Tartarus am I listening to him?

Despite his mind telling him to retreat, Fizzle made himself plainly visible to the other dragons, flying higher and higher into the air. Unfortunately for him, one of the dragons happened to be the red brute himself, Garble.

Once Garble saw Fizzle floating freely in the air, he began to smile and slowly inch his way towards him. “Well well well, look who came out to play!”

Fizzle gulped. There was no way he would be able to squirm his way out of the situation if Garble got a hold of him. “Actually, I just came to say that the deal is off. No more services for anyone.”

“Do you think I care?”

“Well, I think you would. I mean, it’s not like you were even interested in screwing a ‘fag like me’.”

Garble gritted his teeth. “Look, I don’t care about that anymore. I’ve been taunted about this too long, and it’s starting to get on my nerves. You’re going to either allow me to do it, or I can do this by force. Either way, I benefit.”

Fizzle broke into a cold sweat. If this dragon was eager enough, then he dreaded the others. Still, he had a promise to keep. He cleared his throat, sucked in some air, and began his statement.

“HELP! Garble is trying to take me, Fizzle, the gem whore floating out in the wide open!” Fizzle’s voice echoed throughout the mountaintops.

“Wait, Fizzle’s out!”

“Hey, I think I know where the voice is coming from!”

Fizzle’s plan had worked. Now he just needed to play around with the idiocy of the dragons. He swiftly began to fly off, leaving Garble both puzzled and upset.

“Hey, get back here!” Garble gave chase to Fizzle.

Fizzle strained to keep his speed faster than Garble’s, watching as he started gaining on him. He needed for the others to show up.

“Crap! He’s chasing me towards the lava pit! Who knows what he’ll do to me?!”

“Not before I do things to you first!”

“No, me!”

One by one, and sometimes in a very small group, the male dragons began showng up, pushing each other out of the way to catch Fizzle. Fortunately for him, Garble got caught in the incoming sea of dragons, pushing him back a little further. While relieving, it was no get-out-of-sex-free card. They were still chasing him, with the intent to unload on or in him.

And after that rotten first day, he wasn’t taking it. More determined than ever, Fizzle soared through the mountains and never looked back. The dragons could been caught in a massive fireblast, and he wouldn’t have cared.

After five minutes of speedy chases, Fizzle finally managed to reach the lava pit. Ember was leaning against the rock, waving both his hands at him. Fizzle was still suspicious, but he didn’t really have much else to go on, so he landed next to him.

“Well, looks like you got yourself the audience,” Ember said, watching as the nervous Fizzle shook and gripped the rock.

The dragons slowed down and landed near the two, surrounding them from all sides. Garble and Flint pushed through the crowd, both wanting what they had waited nearly a day for.

“What, are you trying to keep him to yourself, as well?” Garble asked, snarling.

“First of all, let me begin by asking you guys this: what have you become?” The teenage dragons looked at each other and back at Ember in confusion. “Look at us, fighting over another male dragon. Figuring out who gets to unload in this little slut’s ass. Were we not better than this before? We’ve let the temptation, the animalistic drive inside tear us apa—”

“Cut the gay-ass speech and get on with it!” Garble shouted. “Exactly what are you going on about?”

“Well, I’ve found a way that we could get better results without Fizzle.”

The dragons’ angers softened into curiosity, causing Ember to smile confidently. Putting two fingers in his mouth, Ember let out a whistle.

“You ring, big boy?”

The dragons turned to the source of the honeyed words. Once they saw who it was, their eyes immediately widened and their jaws went agape, tongues nearly falling to the ground. A slender, tall, emerald female dragon batted her eyes at all of them.

“So, I hear you boys have been pent-up for quite a while.” The dragons nodded their heads lamely. “Oh, isn’t that a shame. This queer over here isn’t putting out for you well enough, is he?” The dragons shook their heads, only thing coming from their mouths being dribbled nonsense. Fizzle wasn’t amused.

Rather be a queer than a straight-up slut…

“Well, how about you give me a spin?”

The dragons all batted their eyes simultaneously. Her words were almost unreal. “Is she serious?”

Ember grinned widely. “She’s very serious. Jade here is the only female willing give herself off, for a small fee.”

“Wait, and how exactly did you find this out?” Fizzle asked curiously.

“Well… let’s just say that I won’t be having fun with her for a few days, if you know what I mean.”

Fizzle brought his claws to his mouth and snickered. Oh trust me, I know. You could go ask Chrome when he gets over his.

“But that’s not really important. What is important is her rates. Jade, sweetie, what are you charging?”

Jade winked at the other dragons, who were still ogling over her physique. “One gem.”

“Oh, one gem for what? A handjob, blowjob, extra stuff?”

“No. For everything.” Jade slurred her words, making them extremely sexy. The dragons couldn’t believe the price she had stated.

“One gem!”

Ember nodded proudly, smiling back at Fizzle, who, at this point, eased up and smiled back.

“So, while Fizzle only had two stupid, gay holes…”

Hey, you’re the one who used these holes, jerk.

“... Jade has three juicy, warm holes to use.”

“And all ready for the taking.” Jade lifted her tail, showing off her bits and wiggling it around to entice the males further, not that she needed to. “So, what do you say? How about you boys meet me at the cave down by the hot springs and we can have some fun?”

With that, Jade slowly began to walk off, swaying her hips. There was no denying the effect she put on the dragons, and how happy Fizzle was.

He was safe.

“I’m going to get about ten!” one of the dragons said, darting towards his cave.

“Only ten? I’m going for like forty!”

The dragons all dispersed to their caves, picking out their gems. Flint, however, was not as easily tempted. In fact, he looked rather upset about the whole ordeal. Garble noticed this, attempting to comfort him.

“It’ll be alright, Flint,” Garble said. “I mean, we still get to have sex. And hey, with a female, no less!”

Flint gripped Garble’s shoulder’s firmly. “I paid for Fizzle.”

“Well, yeah, but you really didn’t want to screw a queer, did you?” Garble chuckled. Flint wasn’t amused by this. He turned towards Garble and stared him dead in his eyes, making Garble uncomfortable.

“Fine. I’ll settle for the straight one then.”

The implications were enough to make Garble’s eyes shoot open. “Haha, oh, that’s rich! Always a kidder, you. I mean, you can’t possibly be serious, can you? I mean, really?”

Flint growled in irritation, causing Garble’s confidence to shrink.

“B-But, Flint…”

Flint squeezed harder on Garble’s shoulder to assert his dominance, flaring his teeth and forming tiny blue flames. For the first time, Garble was reduced to nothing but a whelp.

“Fine…” Flint pointed towards the horizon, beckoning him to move forward. Garble sluggishly and wearily continued down Flint’s direction, leaving Ember and Fizzle alone.

“You know, I don’t want to sound like a dick, but I don’t feel bad for him,” Fizzle said.

“Heh, I don’t blame you.” Ember laughed, patting Fizzle on the back. “Well, I should probably be heading out myself. Need to lie down for a bit. See ya, Fizzle.”

“Yeah, see ya,” Fizzle said, watching as Ember spread his wings. “Oh, and thanks.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’d take a pussy over an ass any day, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

Same vulgar dragon. Some things never changed. Fizzle watched as Ember took off, leaving him all alone.

Or, used to be alone. A pair of claws wrapped around Fizzle, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“So, the situation is resolved?” Pudge asked.

“Yep,” Fizzle said.

“So… that means you’re no longer doing the services, are you?”

Fizzle paused for a moment, detecting slight sadness from Pudge. “No need to milk the gems out of anyone, especially since Jade can do it for cheaper.”

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Pudge let go of Fizzle, kicking the ground and frowning. “So, guess this means this is it. My gems no longer can buy you.”

“Guess not.” Strangely enough, ending this was harder for Fizzle than he thought. Sure, Pudge was an idiot, but he at least tried. And you thought this was going to be easy.

“Well… thanks anyways,” Pudge said somberly. “I guess you can go off now. You… you really don’t need me anymore.”

Pudge didn’t give Fizzle any time to react. Instead, he took the liberty of walking away. Fizzle stood there, confused. This is what he wanted. For it to be over. He waited for this the entire time he was forced under the restrictions.

And now that he didn’t have those gems to worry about, he found himself not wanting to be away.

“Hey, Pudge!” Fizzle called out to Pudge, who turned his head and looked at him in confusion. “You wanna… you wanna hang out for a bit?”

Pudge couldn’t believe his ears. “Really?”

“Sure! I mean, we could walk, talk, sit in the lava pit together. Something.”

“Oh, like a date?” Pudge seemed way too excited about the aspect of dating Fizzle, but his eagerness proved charming.

“Yeah, if you want to call it that.”

“Sweet! I’d love to!” Pudge grabbed a hold of Fizzle and hugged him. The bone-crushing affection felt a lot warmer, though it was still painful. “Uh, how many gems will I have to pay for this?”

Fizzle smiled, looking into Pudge’s eyes. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around him and nestled against his scaley chest.

“Not a single damned one.”

Author's Note

The Very End