Advantages of Flaming Youth

by Draconian Soul

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy
Length: 25225

When the dragons can't find a solution to their boiling hormones, Fizzle finds the answer. And all it will cost is a few gems. Why not profit from their desperation?

A teenage dragon is a very dangerous dragon, especially with their hormones boiling over. It's hard to relieve oneself with all the females very selective. It's even harder when they aren't in season. With all the dragons pent up with no way to relieve themselves, it seems like they're in for a horribly painful year.

Until Fizzle offers to relieve them for a few gems. Cause hey, why not profit for their desperation?

Entry for the Equestria After Dark's Cloptober competition. Something I wrote for fun and lols.

Bad_Seed and Mr101 forced me to write this too... also edited

Published 2013-10-24 01:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-01 04:51:36 UTC

Rates and Conditions

Their short break was over. It was time to go back and discuss the pressing issue. Only this time, Fizzle would be joining with the solution in mind. Holding the stone tablet against his chest, he followed the crowd of dragons back to the meeting grounds. They ranted along with each other while walking back to the center.

“I haven’t shot my load in weeks. This is getting insane!”

“Dude, stop whining! I’m sure we’ll come up with a solution soon.”

“And what if we don’t? You wanna go dry until the ladies stop being selfish?”

This and other small conversations polluted the mountains. It was even more apparent how much they needed relief by their conversation topics. That fact alone encouraged Fizzle onward.

Garble flew down on his pedestal of a rock and waited for the rest of the dragons to get settled.

“Alright, you guys had enough time jerkin’ off on break?” Garble joked, sending the crowd laughing, all except for Fizzle and Pudge, who strained out a forced laugh. “Well good, ‘cause we still have some discussing to do. Before we resume, anyone seen Ember? He’s been gone for a while.”

The rest of the dragons shrugged.

“Well, since he’s not back, anyone have any more bright ideas?”

The dragons stared at Garble blankly.

“Come on! Nobody has a hairbrained scheme or something? What are you guys even worth?”

“Yeah? So what did you come up with, genius?” one of the dragons questioned.

“That’s not the point,” Garble evaded. “Look, one guy can’t come up with all the ideas. We have to all put our heads together on this one, you know?”

The dragons just rolled their eyes; it was evident Garble had no clue how they were going to deal with the situation.

“Look, this is an issue that concerns all of us! If I had a solution off the bat, we wouldn’t be sitting here talking about it, wouldn’t we? Now, let’s stop pointing claws and figure something out, because until we find us someone to stick our dragon balls into, we’re not going anywhere!”

That and the collective groans from the agitated dragons were enough leeway for Fizzle to discuss his plan. Clearing his throat, he stood among the dragons to make his announcement.

“I have an idea!”

Garble looked at the Fizzle in confusion. “You? The dragon that never shows up to these things has something to offer?”

Fizzle nodded, piquing the interest of the dragons.

“Huh. Well what are you waiting for? Spit it out!”

Fizzle brought his claw against his mouth to clear his throat. “Well, it would be best if I was able to… you know… talk in front of the crowd.”

Garble folded his arms and raised his eyebrows “Why can’t you just tell us from there?”

“Well, this is kind of a visual presentation,” Fizzle explained. “Trust me, it would be best if everyone could see instead of just hearing.”

Garble was hesitant at sharing his spot in the spotlight as he felt it as a challenge. However, since they were on desperate terms, he was going to have to take that risk.

“Fine, but I still get to sit on the top rock!” Garble demanded.

“Whatever you wish, boss,” Fizzle mocked, walking to the front. All eyes were on him, making him second-guess his decision. So many thoughts were rushing through his mind, and most of them had repercussions. He entered the front of the crowd, all the spotlight on him. All the dragons were giving him attention, and it was making Fizzle a little nervous.

“Well… first of all…” Fizzle began, shaking a little. “I would like to-”

“Hold that thought!” Garble interrupted Fizzle mid-sentence and pointed behind the dragon crowd. “Well well, it looks like good old Ember is back, and from the looks of it, things didn’t go so well.”

Ember rubbed his face while the others giggled and laughed at his injuries. He had a black eye and swollen cheeks, as well as a few bruises along his stomach.

“So, I take it she wasn’t as easy as you thought she was?” Garble inquired condescendingly.

“Noooo,” Ember groaned, clutching his stomach. “I don’t know what went wrong, though. I mean, I thought since she was ugly and all, she’d have no problem pleasuring us! Guess even fugly dragons have standards… ooh.”

Ember groaned and and entered the crowd, noticing another dragon standing in Garble’s place. “Any reason why the no-show is up in the center?”

“Actually, there is,” Garble said, refocusing his attention on Fizzle. “Isn’t that right?”

Fizzle gulped and began his speech.

“Okay, so all of you dragons are desperate, and you need a relief from your growing urges, right?”

The horny dragons nodded their heads, building up Fizzle’s confidence.

“And you all want to fill something up before you burst, writhing on the ground in agony, right?”

It was a little too descriptive, but it got his point across. And above all else, it got a positive response. The next few sentences needed to be worded carefully.

“Well, has anyone considered maybe… well…”

The dragons looked at Fizzle intently, some losing their patience.

“Well, spit it out already!” Garble shouted.

“Has anyone considered asking one of the guys if they would be willing to get your rocks off?”

The dragons gave a puzzled look, followed by a judgemental one. Fizzle could even hear the snarky chuckles of Garble.

“Really? That was all you had to suggest to us? You really think that we would resort to acting like fags just to get off?” Garble questioned, chuckling loudly. The audience gradually joined in, slightly discouraging Fizzle.

Still, he needed to press on. His stomach counted on it.

“Well, no other idea has come up except ones that get others beaten up!”

The laughs died down instantly. The smug grins turned into grumbles. Fizzle now had the upper hand.

“Look, all I’m saying is that if you want to lose that build-up in your crotches, you’re going to have to take some desperate measures.” Fizzle watched as the dragons slowly showed signs of acceptance. “The point of this group was to come up with solutions, and I came up with one that could help.”

Small talk began along the crowd. Fizzle stood proudly, watching as the dragons considered the idea.

“Well, if we do that, who is going to do it?” one of the dragons pointed out. “I don’t think too many of us are willing to go that far to please each other!”

“That’s where I come in.”

The dragons looked wide-eyed at Fizzle. With their interest piqued, Fizzle pulled up the stone tablet he brought up with him.

“If you are willing, I will offer you services, for a nominal fee.” A few hands began shooting up immediately. Were that many dragons interested with the concept? “Yeah, questions or comments?”

“What’s a… naminol fee?”

Fizzle brought a claw to his face. He had forgotten how stupid the dragons tended to be.

“Nominal just means small,” Fizzle said. Kinda like the size of your brains. “The prices aren’t too big, so that the act will be more affordable to everyone!”

“And the prices are?” the dragons inquired.

“Come up here and see for yourself.” Fizzle propped the tablet on the rock formation behind him. The dragons eagerly got up to read the tablet. That was, until Garble flew in front of them, attempting to block the path.

“Whoa, you guys can’t be serious.” he said. “Come on, I’d have more respect for a dragon who jerks off more than one who would do something as faggy as fuck a dude. And what is it with you suggesting it, Pinky! What caused you to suggest such a thing?”

Fizzle was now face-to-face with the aggravated Garble.

“I… I’m just taking one for the team,” Fizzle replied. Garble lowered his eyes and stared him down.

“Well, team player, I don’t know who in their right mind would ever want to screw a boy, especially one like…”

“Hey, Garble, back off!” Garble turned towards the dragon who called him out. Surprisingly enough, it was Pudge who was at Fizzle’s defense. “He’s offering a solution, something you haven’t done yet. Let us decide whether this is a stupid idea or not.”

The rest of the dragons all chimed in. Fizzle smiled warmly while Garble clenched his teeth in frustration.

“Fine! If you queers want to take part in this, be my guest!” Garble flew back on his rock and folded his arms. The rest of the dragons swiftly made their way to the front in order to get a look at the tablet.

“I made sure to that the rates were reasonable. Nothing here is too expensive for you to afford if you so choose to go along with it.”

The dragons went up one by one, analyzing the chart set before them.

Fizzle’s Release Service

2 Gems- Tug

3 Gems - Blow

5 Gems - Rear

1 Extra Gem- Release on Back or Face

2 Extra Gems- Release In Mouth or Rear

3 Extra Gems per Dragon

*Any additional requests are negotiable.

Some of the dragons blushed. It was a pretty descriptive chart, one that would surely fill the wishes of the dragons if they so chose to participate. However, Fizzle knew there would be some hesitations. After all, he was a male, and stuff like this was very questionable.

Still, the reception was better than how it would normally go. Instead of being bombarded with fists, Fizzle was instead swarmed by eager questions.

“W-What if we want multiple runs?”

“Well, if you want another go, you’re going to have to pay the exact same price. Sorry, no discounts.”

“If, like, one of my friends wants to try this but doesn’t want to pay up and asks me to… you know…”

“As long as you pay the exact price for two, then I’ll allow you to pay for others.”

Questions were being handed left and right; Fizzle’s exploit of the horny dragons looked like it was going to pay out after all. Still, he was concerned about the self-proclaimed boss of the group. Garble was still glaring down at the dragon, blowing smoke out of his nose. Tossing out answers one by one, Ember walked up to Fizzle to have his question answered.

“Hey, since I’m not that desperate, or a fag…” he began, rubbing his sore cheek, “I won’t be using this service. However, I think it would be funny to watch the others make a fool out of themselves. If I gotta pay for that, I ain’t showing!”

Fizzle didn’t even consider charging for others to watch. As tempting as the thought was, revenue would be better if the curious were allowed a sneak peek.

“Viewing is free. But if you touch me, I’m gonna have to charge,” Fizzle said, chuckling softly. “With that said, I don’t expect you to come to a decision so fast. In fact, there are some of you that might think this is insane. This is why I’m going to give you all some time before you decide whether you want to do this or not.” Fizzle grabbed his stone tablet and began to walk away from the crowd of dragons. “Tomorrow by the lava pit, around midday. If you’re interested, I’ll be there all day. And remember, bring enough for your friends!”

Fizzle teased the crowd by winking for effect. Some of the dragons were flustered; some were just plain confused. But most of them could agree on one thing: they were eager to see how this would turn out.

Fizzle himself also wasn’t sure about how it would turn out. This could either be a big bomb or a huge success. The odds were against the latter, but it was worth shooting for, especially since his favorite food was up for grabs.

This is just for the gems, Fizzle thought. If there was any easier way, I wouldn’t dare suggest this to those filthy dragons.

Fizzle approached his cavern, setting his list of rates against his bed before laying down. There were many thoughts buzzing on in his mind.

For someone who only wants to do this for the gems, I’m pretty eager to get going. Tomorrow is certainly going to be interesting. I wonder how this will feel. Painful? Strange? How do females feel when they let guys do this?

Fizzle’s face flushed. But, whether I like it or not… though I’m hoping it at least doesn’t hurt… this has nothing to do with making me feel good. It’s a means to an end.

Fizzle’s stomach grumbled, reminding him once more why he was doing all of this.

“Yeah, I know, you want something to eat.” Fizzle stretched out, scratching his head. “Well, I’m not going to get any gems until tomorrow, hopefully. Might as well scavenge for some food tonight.”

Fizzle expanded his wings, flying off to look for something to eat, just long enough to last him for the night. After his little hunt, he intended on resting for the rest of the day.

He’d need it for what could happen the following day.

Taking the Service for a Spin

It was the day of reckoning. Whether the idea was a bust or not depended on the turnout. Ready to get the event started, Fizzle grabbed the stone tablet to remind the dragons of how much his service cost and walked outside of his cave.

The mountaintops were generally empty at that time of day. Normally, only a few scouting dragons would be up and about, or maybe a few dragons just shooting the breeze if they were restless. However, most dragons were lazy, and wouldn’t dream of getting up that early in the morning. This gave Fizzle plenty of time to set up and get comfortable.

Groggy and still tired, not to mention a tad bit hungry, he walked towards the lava pit, dragging his stone tablet along the ground. It was tranquil and nice in the mornings, nothing but the bubbling lava and soot filling the air. It was nice to have a moment out of his home without having the annoying dragons babble on about how strong they are or the girlfriends they would go hang out with later. It would give him some time to gather his thoughts.

When he reached the lava pit, he set the tablet on a rock formation, and then slipped into the magma pool.

“I have some time to myself,” Fizzle thought aloud. “Might as well unwind a bit. Don’t want to be tense during the activities.” Fizzle sunk into the warm lava, sighing in satisfaction. The heat helped open the pores in his scales, loosening him up tremendously. Since he was relaxed, he was in the right mind to start thinking his concept over.

“Who would most likely come and do this?” Fizzle scratched his head, lowering himself into the lava until only his head was visible. “Pudge might be the most likely one to show up. I mean, looking at him, he seemed like he was desperate enough. Then again, masturbation probably doesn’t lead to some guy doing anything to get off. Then there’s Ember. He’ll probably just say it’s too gay for him and back off. I doubt Garble will even show up.”

Garble. That was a situation on its own. “He… didn’t seem to like my suggestion much. The way he glared me down didn’t help me build confidence either. So, I can assume he’s a no-show.”

Soon, a startling thought came to mind. “What if no one shows up? If they decide that this is truly a stupid idea, then I will not only fail to get more gems, but I’ll probably be ridiculed for it!”

Fizzle sunk lower into the pool. His snout stayed up to allow him to breathe. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

He relaxed in the lava for the next several hours. He would do his best performance if he was wound up. If there was a performance to give, that is. The time was inching ever closer for the dragons to show up, and Fizzle was becoming even more nervous as time went on. Expectations were rising; his heart began to race; there was anxiety building up. And then the time came for them to arrive. He lifted himself out of the hot lava and waited by his stone tablet.

And he waited…

And waited…

And waited. His hopes began to wane. Thirty minutes had passed and not a single dragon had shown up. Fizzle fiddled with his claws, a frown forming on his face.

“Maybe they’re just extremely late,” he said to himself. “After all, these dragons aren’t the brightest fruit in the bunch. I’m sure they’ll show up in due time.”

And so the waiting commenced, and his frown grew deeper with every passing minute. Nearly an hour had passed, and not a single dragon showed up. Fizzle had to face facts. His plan was in shambles. There was no point in waiting around for a bunch of no-shows.

“Well, it was worth the shot.” Fizzle sighed and picked up the tablet. He lowered his head and began walking back home. “I’ll just have to wait until an opportunity to harvest gems arises.”

“Uh, hey! You still doing the… you know?”

Fizzle’s tail perked up and he turned around. There was one dragon who decided to show up, and it wasn’t really a surprise who it was.

“Oh, hey, Pudge,” Fizzle greeted, placing the tablet back against the rock. He looked at the bounty Pudge brought along. His hands were filled with a colorful assortment of shiny gems. How long does this guy plan on doing this with me? “Yeah, the service is still going. You’re actually the first one to show up.”

“Well, that’s not really surprising,” Pudge said, placing the gems on the ground. “I mean, I’m just their little guinea pig, anyway...”

“What?”

“I’ll explain in a minute,” Pudge replied, scratching the back of his head. “Can we… well… talk in the lava pool?”

He had a nervous expression to him, looking around and blushing madly. This was something that Fizzle could work in his favor. Vulnerability is a profitable thing.

“Um, sure. Why not?” Fizzle slowly returned back into the pool. It didn’t feel as nice as when he originally took a dip, but it was still a pleasant experience. It would have been better if Pudge didn’t dive bomb into the pool and splash lava all over his face, but no harm was done.

Pudge rose from the lava, blowing smoke from his nostrils.

“Ah, almost forgot how amazing this feels,” he said, putting his arms behind his back.

“Yeah, it does,” Fizzle responded. There was an awkward silence for a while. Pudge’s eyes shifted away from the Fizzle’s. It was apparent that Pudge wasn’t going to make any attempt to explain himself, not without leadway at least.

“Well, why did you say you were the guinea pig?” Fizzle asked.

Pudge remained silent. His face reddened under his brown scales. Fizzle waited patiently for the dragon to answer his question.

“Um…”

Fizzle hummed curiously, putting a claw against his cheeks.

“Well, the dragons were talking this morning… and… well…”

“Yeah?”

“Well, it’s kind of a long story.”

“I don’t trust that queer.”

Garble gathered up the dragons early that morning for a last-minute meeting. Many showed up; they were concerned about yesterday’s proposition as well.

“What are you yammering about now, Garble?” a emerald dragon questioned.

“I’m talking about that Fizzle character, Chrome!” Garble exclaimed. “Something about him just doesn’t sit right with me.”

“What, is it the fact that you have to pay three gems to stick your jimmy in his mouth, or the fact that you have to pay at all?” Ember quipped, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd.

“Ha ha, very funny, Ember,” Garble said, not finding his little joke amusing. “But I’m just being cautious. No normal guy would give himself off so willingly.”

“Who’s to say he’s normal?” Chrome asked.

“That’s the problem! We don’t know what this guy has! He could be hiding some kind of ass cancer or something.”

“Ass cancer?”

“Yeah! Like… well… you stick your penis in the holy of holies and he starts spreading some kind of disease that makes you limp or something.”

The dragons glared at Garble’s shoddy reasoning.

“Garble, I think you just made some crap up,” Chrome said.

“I agree. Who the hell ever heard of infectious ass cancer?” Ember agreed.

“All I’m saying is that no one is that easy or willing to put out like that,” Garble said. “If I were you guys, I’d advise you to not go to this…”

“Oh, for the love of… will you shut up!” Pudge’s outburst caused the crowd to stare back at him. Garble was shocked himself. “Look, if you don’t like the fact that you couldn’t come up with anything better, that’s your damn problem. All this seems like is a crummy attempt to slander someone else so you don’t look like a jackass!”

Garble clenched his fist in anger, ready to maul the fat dragon for his outburst. However, he instead opted to take a deep breath and chuckled deviously. Pudge’s confidence soon faded when he noticed Garble’s smirk.

“Well, obviously, you two seem to be butt buddies, so why don’t you go out there and see how the service is for us, then?” Garble suggested.

“W-What?”

“You heard me. If he doesn’t have this ass cancer and I’m in fact being a jackass, then you should have nothing to fear.”

Pudge gulped, heat rushing swiftly to his face. He was still on the fence about even taking part in Fizzle’s services, and there he was, being thrown in the middle of it, forced to be the test dummy for the dragons.

“Um, you know, I’m not quite in the mood right now. I think… maybe someone else who is just a tad bit more pent-up than me should go out and give it a try.” Pudge tried to sway the job onto another dragon. Garble laughed at his hesitation.

“Really? ‘Cause I think someone who was so quick to jump at Fizzle’s defense should have the first honor.”

“Well, I’m just not up to it right now. I just think someone else should do it.”

A condescending smile formed on Garble’s face. “Very well then.” He turned towards the other dragons and asked, “anyone willing to take the place of this wimp here, and test out our little gem whore? What about you, Chrome?”

“Naw! I think I would rather wait around.”

Pudge’s face was heavy with sweat.

“What about you, Ember?”

“I already said I wasn’t touching the fag. Why the hell would I test him out?”

“Good point, don’t you think, Pudge?” Garble nudged Pudge with his elbow, adding insult to injury. “Hey, what about you, Flint? Willing to take this guy’s place?”

The deep-blue dragon put a claw against his chin to think on the idea. It was an interesting idea, and he wasn’t one to deny an interesting day. Flint opened his mouth.

“Well, Pudge, I think you’re out of luck. Even nice guy Flint over here doesn’t want to go for it!”

Flint just sighed and let Garble have his fun.

“Well, if no one else is going to do it, then it looks like the job still falls on you, Pudge.”

Pudge sighed and accepted his fate. With nothing else to do among the dragons, he slowly trudged towards the lava pit to greet Fizzle.

“Tell us if it was good, Pudge!” Garble shouted. “Oh, and be careful not to contract his ass cancer!”

“Ass cancer?”

Pudge’s nods were enough to make Fizzle groan. Leave it to Garble to make something stupid up on the fly. Still, it explained why no one else was showing up.

“So, you’re basically the test dummy for the group?” Fizzle asked.

“Well, yeah,” Pudge answered. “B-But I didn’t really want to do it, honest! I mean, why would I ever want to have sex with a dragon like y…” Pudge covered his mouth when he realized what was about to spill out. “I mean, not that you aren’t attractive or anything… NO! Wait… I…”

Fizzle chuckled at the bumbling Pudge. It’s a good thing he wasn’t asking to be wined and dined by the dragon, otherwise this would have been a disappointing experience.

“Dude, just calm down. This isn’t a date or anything! We’re both here because we both have our own desires, and we’re willing to take desperate measures for them to be fulfilled. Am I wrong?”

Pudge shook his head.

“Then there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, just think about this as just another day jerking off--”

“Wait… what was that?”

“Oh, nothing!” Fizzle shifted his attention away from the confused Pudge. He couldn’t believe he almost let that slip. “Anyway, like I was saying, we’re both here for something. I want the gems, and in return, I give you what you want. That sound fair?”

“Well, yeah,” Pudge said.

“So, why not get things started?” Fizzle wasn’t sure how exactly to attract a male too well, but if he wanted to get in a good word, he was going to have to put on an impressive show. He turned around and slowly lifted himself out of the pool, leaning over to give Pudge a good view of his rear. “I’m ready when you are.”

For added effect, Fizzle swayed his backside, flicking his tail side-to-side in the process, teasing poor Pudge into following him. Pudge was blushing, and interestingly enough, smiling back. Fizzle took Pudge’s horny glance as a sign that he was doing a good job.

Pudge clumsily exited the pool and followed Fizzle towards the chart.

“So, what do you want me to do for your first go?” Fizzle asked. Pudge looked carefully at the chart, analyzing all the possibilities. The choices alone were getting Pudge aroused, something that Fizzle started noticing, even though he kept his eyes towards Pudge and not his prize.

“Um, can I do two at once?” Pudge asked nervously.

“Of course!” Fizzle replied enthusiastically. “I’ll just charge you for both services.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem too bad,” Pudge stated. When he made his decision, he walked up to the mass amount of gems he brought, and picked five of the ripest ones in the batch. Fizzle looked in awe at his first sale.

“Wow, trying to make a good first impression, I see,” Fizzle teased.

“Well, just hoping that this will encourage you to make a good first impression.” Pudge chuckled nervously.

“I’ll do my best.” Fizzle winked and took the gems from him. “So, I’m assuming you want the tug and blow combo, right?”

Pudge nodded, face still red from both nervousness and eagerness.

“Very well then. Go prop yourself on that rock and spread your legs. The fun’s about to begin.” That’s what you say when you’re about to go down on a guy, right?

Fizzle did his best to make the scenario less awkward than it already was, even though he didn’t have an earthly idea of what he was doing.

Pudge rested along the rock and splayed his legs, displaying his dragon girth. It wasn’t too big, but its width all but made up for it. First customer, and Fizzle was already questioning if he bit off more than he could chew. But a paying customer deserved to be happy, so he had to deal with it.

Fizzle slowly walked towards the rock formation, painfully slow from the perspective of Pudge. His penis was throbbing with anticipation, and it was becoming something that Pudge couldn’t bear anymore.

“Could… Could you just please hurry up?” Pudge pleaded. “I kinda want to get this over with.”

“Whatever you want, Pudgy.” It was a clumsy attempt at being provocative, but an attempt no less. When Fizzle was in reach, he got on his knees and observed what he would be playing with.

The sight of it was enough to make Fizzle flush. The pink flesh was throbbing, healthy, and thick. Not much when it came to the length, but the girth more than made up for it. This was going to be a jawbreaker, and something that could leave Fizzle sore if he was unfortunate enough to have it inserted into him.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” Fizzle clutched the penis with his right hand. Fizzle felt the heat radiating off of it, how hard and firm it was. He couldn’t quite wrap his entire hand around it, but he had enough to make it work. Immediately and swiftly, he jerked his hand up, pulling the folds of the phallus with it.

“OW!” Pudge growled. “Not so rough!”

“Sorry.” Fizzle flinched at the outburst. He tried going a little slower and not as hard, still receiving mixed results.

“This… feels awkward,” Pudge said. “I mean, I know you’re trying and all, but you’re tugging away while I’m dry and I’m… well I’m very sensitive here. So please… could you solve this?”

Well, there goes making a good first impression, Fizzle thought to himself. I might still have a chance to salvage this situation.

Out of curiosity, Fizzle spat on his hands, lathering them with his saliva. The act was gross, but if what he had in mind was true, this would make the experience a little more enjoyable. With his hands lubed with his spit, Fizzle tenderly grasped Pudge’s penis, slowly stroking it.

“Ooooh. Much better…” Pudge purred and moaned, making Fizzle smile. He was doing a lot better, which was good. Now, he needed to make Pudge want more of it. Fizzle pulled up and down on the fleshy folds, making Pudge moan loudly. His tongue flopped out of his mouth.

“This… is so good…” Pudge moaned. “So much better than doing it my…”

Pudge stopped himself mid-sentence, partially due to pleasure, and partially because he didn’t want his embarrassing secret to slip. Though, there wasn’t much to hide or be embarrassed of anymore, seeing how he was getting a handjob from another male.

Fizzle continued molding Pudge’s cock like clay, carefully tugging and stroking his member. Pudge’s pre dripped down on top of Fizzle’s hands, lubing him up even more. Fizzle also felt himself grow in arousal, though he ignored it to do his job.

“Hey, you’re good and all…” Pudge grunted, feeling pretty close to erupting, “but… I don’t want to blow before…”

“Oh, yeah right!” Fizzle was so lost in the moment, that he almost forgot about the other portion of his service. Fizzle let go of Pudge’s penis, and looked up at the flushed, horny dragon before him. He was certainly doing his job right by the facial expression Pudge was giving. That big, dopey grin with his tongue lolling sideways was evident enough.

Fizzle placed his hands along Pudges thighs and lowered his head towards his phallus. The scent was strong and musky; the smell of sweat and semen filled Fizzle’s nostrils, making him second-guess the action.

No! No backing down now! Fizzle internally encouraged himself. It might smell like a bum who hadn’t bathed in weeks, but you gotta make sacrifices for the things that you like! “Okay, ready when you are.”

Pudge was at a loss of words. All he could do was nod his head like a hopeless kid. With that, Fizzle giggled and opened his mouth.

“Wait! Y-You do know how to do this, right?”

No, not really. “Well, I know that I’m not supposed to bite it,” Fizzle answered. Pudge began to sweat in fear. Fizzle’s inexperience could do more harm than good. Fizzle could tell that he was becoming nervous, so he needed to make sure that things would go well.

Without another thought, Fizzle lowered his mouth on the penis, trying to get a good amount in without choking. That was deemed harder than it looked by both the girth and the taste.

Celestia, this tastes awful! Fizzle gagged while trying to suck off Pudge, who, in his own uneasy fear, began to feel waves of pleasure ripple through him. I’ve eaten slop that tastes better than this! Fizzle grumbled and groaned by the taste and the girth, stretching his lips farther than he was used to. Just grin and bear it. I just got to get him off, and be done with it.

With that, he slowly began bobbing his head down on Pudge’s penis. His jaws were becoming sore as he moved down, and the taste left a lot to be desired, but he pressed on for his gems. Fizzle lapped his tongue around the base, taking in more of his scent than he wished. It was almost as if he was cleaning his pudge with his tongue.

His strokes and laps were inexperienced and unrefined. If Pudge would grade the effectiveness of his blowjob, Fizzle would probably only get maybe a six out of ten for his efforts. But the important thing was that he was trying; he was doing it without complaining; and, strangely enough, Pudge enjoyed the inexperience of Fizzle more than he could imagine.

“Oh man! I’m getting pretty close!” Pudge exclaimed, placing the palm of his hands of the back of Fizzle’s head, forcing him down on his cock. Fizzle barely had any air. He was completely at the mercy of Pudge, hanging on limited air on his filthy, pulsing penis.
“Oh man! You’re so good. I think I might have to pay a little… aaah… extra to blow in… your pretty little mouth!”

Pretty little mouth? Fizzle didn’t know whether that was an actual comment or lust-fueled talks. Though it was really hard to gather his thoughts while he was being shoved down a meaty, thick dick. Pudge’s grunts grew louder and more feral. He was reaching his climax, gritting his teeth to hold back for a few more seconds.

“Looks like someone’s having fun!”

“Gaah!” Startled by the sudden intruder, Pudge shoved Fizzle down completely to the base, shooting his load down Fizzle’s throat. The force in his cum streamed down Fizzle’s throat, almost completely bypassing his tonsils. Though, if it tasted anything like his penis did, Fizzle wasn’t going to complain about a lack of taste. What he was going to complain about was his lack of air. That’s one way he didn’t want to die: at the end of some dragons cock.

Fizzle flailed his arms, grabbing the waist of a startled and embarrassed Pudge to signal he needed air. Pudge let go of Fizzle’s head, allowing him to slip off of his penis and take a deep gasp for air, coughing and panting in the process.

“You really worked him good, huh, Pudge?” Chrome stated with a smirk. He and nearly all of the male dragons were standing close by. “You also looked like you enjoyed it.”

Pudge’s face was completely red. He covered his receding penis and smiled awkwardly at the gang. “H-How long were you watching?”

Chrome and the other dragons chuckled. “Oh don’t worry, Pudge. We only got to see the last three minutes of it.”

“Three minutes!” Pudge turned away from the crowd, too ashamed to look at them.

“Hey, no reason to be ashamed, buddy,” Chrome replied. “You were desperate, and you did something to help relieve yourself. You were also the brave one by testing out the little whore here. So be happy! You did us all a service.”

Chrome turned towards Fizzle, who was on all fours, gagging and coughing, trying to regain some air. “And as for you, Fizzle, he isn’t your last customer for the day. There are many dragons who are lined up, ready to take you for a spin. Think you can handle us?”

Fizzle didn’t have the strength to say anything, so he opted to nod in agreement.

“That’s all we needed to know.” Chrome extended his wings and began flying in the air. “We’ll be back in a few minutes, so stay put. We got a lot of gems to gather if we want to enjoy this to the fullest.”

The other dragons took off or walked towards their caverns, gathering the fees for the service. Fizzle watched as the dragons left, knowing that his break was not going to last long. The turnout was much bigger than he expected. After his go with Pudge, the others wanted to get in on the action. He was going to be drowning in gems by the end of the day. Athough after his experience with Pudge, he was really reconsidering the entire thing.

“Sooo…” Pudge walked up to Fizzle, looking down at him. “Do you want me to pay the extra two gems now, or after you get back on your feet?”

Fizzle plopped down on the ground, already tired of the whole deal. All it took was one blowjob to make him already rethink his services.

Then again, his stomach was picky.

Man, this is going to be a long day.

Satisfying Deal

Fizzle drank some of the lava, hoping that the heat would be enough to kill the flavor of Pudge’s crotch. Anything was better than dealing with the flavor of old, wet socks and sweat than having it linger.

Pudge went and grabbed the extra two gems for the oral load, dropping them on the small pile.

“So, Fizzle, I just wanted to tell you that… well…” Pudge fiddled around with his fingers, blushing madly. “You were fun.”

“Fun, huh?”

Pudge smiled and nodded.

“By the way, what was with the pile of gems? You aren’t planning on using all of those now, are you?” Fizzle gulped. The idea of taking Pudge for longer than a few minutes, especially with his girth, seemed hazardous to his health.

“Well, not at once.”

Fizzle stared at Pudge in confusion.

“I’ll explain later, okay!”

Fizzle looked at the hefty load that Pudge brought. What could he possibly have in mind with that amount of gems in place? Whatever it was, he intended on eating well after he was done. Fizzle felt his stomach bubble slightly, looking at the gems tempting him.

“You might as well,” Pudge said. “You’re going to be busy most of the day.”

Fizzle nodded and grabbed the biggest shard he could find in the small pile. It was a sapphire— a fine cut one as well. Without further hesitation, he bit into the sizable gem, humming in pleasure from the taste. Nothing left to do but indulge until the other dragons came back...

Which didn’t take too long for them. Nearly moments later, the dragons came flying back, hands filled with gems. Fizzle’s mouth watered as he watched the glistening gems coming towards him. He could already envision his tummy being full of the stuff. And all he had to do was deal with his tummy being filled with the dragon’s stuff.

The dragons landed close to Fizzle, showing their bounty.

“Well, squirt, you better put out!” Chrome stated. “We’re paying good gems for this, so you better make our balls tingle!”

Fizzle groaned. Keep it up, and you won’t be feeling your balls ever again. “Oh, you have no idea.” Despite how much Fizzle wanted to put Chrome in his place, the bounty was too high for him to squander it out of petty anger. “Let me guess, you’re going to take a whirl at me?”

“Well, I’m thinking about it, since Pudge didn’t seem to have a problem with it. I don’t know if I can speak for these guys behind me, though.”

Several of the dragons looked as eager as Chrome. Some were nervous. A few looked disgusted by the idea. However, they were curious enough to show, and with gems, no less.

“Alright then.” Fizzle rubbed his claws together, pointing towards the rock that hoisted the stone tablet. “To make this go by smoother, I want you to write down what you want and how many gems you brought. That way, we can keep the service going without too many distractions.”

The dragons walked up to the rocks and began to scrape the services they would demand onto the tablet. They had some very diverse specifications, several causing Fizzle’s heart rate to rise. Oral, release on back, anal, double… DOUBLE! Fizzle could only imagine how painful that would be.

As the dragons lined up to write down their demands, Garble slowly flew into the crowd, crossing his arms with a noticeable scowl on his face. He also didn’t have any gems on hand.

“So, look who decided to show up,” Ember teased. “Got lonely all by yourself over at that rock of yours?”

“No!” Garble flared his nostrils and blew out smoke. “I just came to see what this fag could possibly offer. Not that I’m interested or anything.”

“Suuuure.”

“If I was interested, I would have at least brought a gem. But I’m empty, so there.”

“Whatever you say, Garble.” Ember rolled his eyes and turned back to Fizzle, smiling deviously. “You can just sit and watch like a good boy while we have fun.”

There reactions weren’t doing much for Fizzle’s morale. It was made worse by the smug grin on Chrome’s face.

“I call first dibs!” he shouted out. “Though, I don’t want him squirming. You can remain stationary during the activity, right?”

“Yes,” Fizzle answered, wondering what brought such a question about.

“Hmm. Not good enough of an answer.”

What the Tartarus did you want me to say then? Fizzle watched as Chrome walked over to Garble, whispering into his ears.

“What? There’s no way I’m doing that!” Garble said.

“Oh come on! What are you, a silly, little pony?” Chrome teased.

“No! I just have standards, that’s all.”

“So, you wouldn’t do it for ten gems?” Garble’s eyes raised at the proposition. “I’ll even pay for your fee, so you don’t have to.”

Garble mulled over the idea, still extremely hesitant to do so. However, with a heavy sigh, he nodded and walked towards Fizzle.

“Uh, hey Garble,” Fizzle said, receiving no response. “So, you want to pay for this, or are you…”

Garble grabbed Fizzle without warning and forced him to the ground, lifting his buttocks into the air.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Fizzle kicked around, confused.

“Could you stop kicking?” Garble demanded, trying to hold the squirming Fizzle still. “I hate doing this more than you hate having it done to you, but when someone offers you gems to do it, you gotta do what you gotta do.”

“So, doesn’t that make you a hypocrite for calling me a fag for doing this in the first place?” Fizzle scoffed.

“That’s not the point! Look, just know that if you don’t sit still, I’m going to beat the crap out of you later!”

Fizzle rolled his eyes, but thought it would be best to just let it go. Garble grabbed Fizzle’s hefty cheeks and spread them, presenting the hole of satisfaction to the crowd.

“Hey, Chrome, are you gonna start this, or not? I don’t feel like holding this dude in place all day!”

“Oh, I’m ready alright,” Chrome said, rubbing his claws together. “However, I don’t know if our little friend is quite ready yet.”

Fizzle gulped and looked towards Chrome, who was walking slowly yet confidently towards him. Well, there goes my ass.

Once Chrome reached Fizzle, he analyzed the puckered hole he would soon assault. It was restricting, yet... so inviting.

“You know, this doesn’t bother me as much as it might bother the other dragons here. Unlike most of them, I like the assets of a healthy butt, female or otherwise.”

Fizzle wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or be horrified by the assessment. Regardless, Chrome didn’t give him time to think as he sunk his claws into Fizzle’s backside. His grip was firm and rough, causing Fizzle to squeak out in pain. He didn’t even have a chance to brace and adjust himself as he felt something warm and pointy poke against his entrance. Fizzle let out a loud gasp, eliciting chuckles from Chrome.

“Ah, poor little Fizzle isn’t prepared for the dicking he’s about to get?” Chrome mocked. “Well, too bad. I go in dry and rough. Hope you can get adjusted to me really quick!”

“Would you shut the Tartarus up and fuck him already!” Garble shouted. “I do not want to sit here holding his fat ass for you all day!”

Fat ass? Fizzle wasn’t too fond of his description, and if it was any other situation, he would have retaliated. He refrained from speaking out of term to not harm his financial endeavor, and, of course, because there was a penis prodding against his cheeks.

“Ready or not, here we go!”

“Um, isn’t it here I coOOOOOME?!”

“What, already? Man, if you do that fast, then you’re more pent-up than me!”

Chrome continued to taunt him as he pressed forward into Fizzle’s hole. Fizzle clawed at the ground and cringed, not able to move around for comfort. Chrome didn’t attempt to make it comfortable for him, he didn’t lubricate himself. He didn’t even have the courtesy of warning him when he was going to enter. He just shoved it in dry and began assaulting his anus.

How could anyone like this? Fizzle thought as Chrome pumped away at his insides. I’m starting to think that the term getting nailed has a much darker premise than I originally imagined.

What little thought he could salvage was constantly being distracted by Chrome; each detail of Chrome’s penis was rubbing inside him. The ridges at the bottom massaged his hole. Chrome forced his way deep inside of Fizzle, filling him.

“Yeah, you’re a tight one!” Chrome grunted, thrusting even harder inside Fizzle. “Good thing I went first; feel bad for the ones that have to rut you loose!”

Fizzle stifled his groans. He always imagined his first time being something slightly romantic— an enjoyable experience with a lover who could treat him tenderly and not as a piece of meat. Then again, he didn’t really have a guy in mind for that, nor anyone in mind. However, if it was to be a guy, he would at least think they’d have the decency to handle him fragily.

Chrome proved not to be one of those dragons. He was much more interested in filling Fizzle with his long meat, clawing into Fizzle’s butt as he did so. The pain from both the claw and the penis was almost unbearable for Fizzle.

Garble looked disgusted by the entire ordeal, watching as the horny dragon had his way with Fizzle, sweat building up from the action. Chrome continued to pump into Fizzle until he felt himself about to blow.

With a soft pop, Chrome pulled out of Fizzle. It was a sensational relief for Fizzle. A small tingle rippled through his body, and the relief of being empty once again made Fizzle feel like heaven. It was the only thing about the sexual encounter that Fizzle genuinely enjoyed.

That was until he felt something hot and sticky land on his buttocks and anus. He groaned, knowing exactly what was going on.

“Hey, watch where you aim that thing!” Garble shouted. “Get of that on me, and I’m shoving it along with my fist down your throat!”

“Hot as lava, isn’t it?” Chrome asked. Fizzle didn’t respond. He just looked back at Chrome, blushing madly. “Hmm, not too talkative, huh?”

Fizzle still didn’t respond. Chrome lost all patience and amusement with him.

“Hey, Chrome, I think he got bored halfway through!” Ember cackled wildly at Chrome.

“Oh, shut the fuck up! I’d like to see you do better!”

“Oh trust me, I can,” Ember boasted. “Thought I think it would be best for the others to have a go at him. What do you say, Flint?”

Flint’s eyes widened. He stared at Fizzle’s newly pasted posterior, grinning widely. “Sounds good.”

“Come on, Ember! You aren’t a coward, are you?” Chrome taunted.

“A coward?” Ember blew a few puffs of smoke out his nostrils, not taking too kindly to the insult. “I took a punch for you guys just to see if a dragon would put out! How am I a coward?”

“Oh ho, so aren’t we a big dragon? Well, why not prove it?”

Flint tried to calm down Ember, putting his claws on his shoulders to let him know it would be okay to sit one out. However, Ember was too far gone in his rage to let Chrome get away with bad-mouthing him.

“Fine then, Chrome! You think I can’t do it? I’ll show you how to give a dragon a good time!”

And once again, Flint was shoved to the sideline, denied his pleasure to do what he wanted with Fizzle. As upset as he was, he just grinned and bore it, watching as Ember walked towards Fizzle to dump his load into him.

Fizzle, still being held by Garble, noticed something brush against his leg. He had his suspicions, but he kept it to himself. There were bigger things to worry about, quite literally. Ember darted close to Fizzle, pausing when he saw the load leaking down his backside.

“Why in blazes did you do that?” Ember complained. “I don’t want to touch your spunk!”

“You have no right to complain,” Garble said. “I have to hold his ass down for you all day!”

Ember looked over to at Garble, smiling widely. “Well, it seems like you’re enjoying doing it.”

“What do you…” Before Garble could finish his sentence, Ember pointed towards the very stiff penis rubbing against Fizzle’s leg. Garble blushed in embarrassment. “Hey, shut up! You’d be hard too if you had to hold someone in place while they’re having sex! Matter of fact…”

Ember’s raging boner throbbed between Fizzle’s hole. If there was anything the semen did, it was lube his invader’s girth up, something Chrome didn’t have the decency to do.

“Well… I am kinda eager, to be honest,” Ember said, scratching his head. “But, I don’t know about this. I mean…”

“Dude, his rear is tighter than a female’s! Just go for it!” Chrome yelled.

With a light sigh, Ember slowly pressed himself into Fizzle’s butt. It went in smoother than Chrome, but it still hurt, especially since Fizzle didn’t have time to adjust to it. Fizzle cringed as Ember slowly pushed in and out of his orifice. The pressure and tightness of Fizzle’s anus squeezed Ember’s penis, trying to milk it for what it was worth, regardless if Fizzle wanted it or not. Ember grunted and groaned, the pleasure overtaking him and his primal urges.

Fortunately for Fizzle, Ember took the slow approach, being as gentle as possible as not to break him completely. And, over time, the tense pain began to form into something else: a strange, tingly sensation. He felt full, his anal ridges being massaged by Ember’s penis. The act started feeling slightly pleasurable. Still not as romantic as he wanted, but enough to make Fizzle moan.

“Well, well, well!” Ember began, pumping away. “Looks like someone is getting as excited as me about this!”

And it was gone. His attempt at a dirty talk failed to arouse Fizzle at all, killing his temporary buzz.

“Though, I think the moaning is a little distracting. What do you think, Garble?”

Distracting? I was barely audible! That, and you practically killed the mood!

“Why should I care?” Garble exclaimed, trying to ignore his penis, which was leaking with a little pre. “If you want to do something about it, have someone stuff his mouth or something!”

Fizzle’s eyes widened. Why did Garble have to mention that? If it was anything like his experience with Pudge, then he was going to have a terrible taste in his mouth for a long time.

“Good idea.” Ember groaned. “Anyone want to give his mouth a whirl?”

The dragons were all now raging with excitement, roaring loudly to have their cocks pleasured and sucked. Flint stayed orderly, but was constantly pushed back by bigger and more eager dragons, causing him much frustration.

“Alright, how about the Snuff!”

The gray dragon flew towards Fizzle, landing in front of his face. He presented himself, showing his erect, leaking penis to him. It was lengthy, though not as thick as Pudge. Fizzle didn’t know whether that would be for better or worse, but he was sure to find soon.

“Open up,” Snuff demanded, tapping his cock against Fizzle’s muzzle. “Have a taste.”

Fizzle opened up hesitantly and began to slowly lap his forked tongue around Snuff’s penis. The taste…

Oh sweet, merciful gemstones! This is just as bad as Pudge! In fact, I think this might be worse!

It tasted like Snuff hadn’t bathed in weeks. Though knowing the hygienic track records of most dragons, that honestly wouldn’t shock Fizzle in the slightest. Still, there was no way out of the situation.

He was being mounted from behind. Even though the pain was still there, he was starting to enjoy the act a little more. He was being held in place by Garble, who looked like he didn’t want to be there, but the warmth rubbing against Fizzle indicated otherwise, and then his face was being stuffed by a musky, sweaty penis. There was nowhere to run or anyway to stop. He was going to have to take it, whether he wanted it or not.

And with gems on the line, he was willing to take the risk.

Ember groaned, letting out a growl that could be heard from the mountaintops. After several long and hard thrusts, Fizzle felt something warm fill his insides. His moan was muffled while Snuff grabbed his head and humped the inside of his mouth, slapping his balls against his chin. This forced Fizzle to take in every flavor of his unclean cock, though that was the last thing on his mind; the warm, gooey cum expelled from Ember dominated his thoughts.

Ember pulled out, connected by a loose string of sticky semen that eventually broke and dripped from Fizzle’s anus to the warm, rocky ground. He expelled fire from his mouth in satisfaction, sweating and panting.

“Damn, that felt good,” Ember said. “Man, if I was gay, I’d fuck you all the time!”

Thanks for the compliment, you horny asshole, is what Fizzle would have said if his mouth wasn’t already full. Instead, Snuff didn’t allow him any breathing room, and forced his junk down his airway. Though, you at least have the decency to be gentle. I swear, this guy is trying to hang me off the end of his cock!

“Alright, I loosened him up for you guys!” Ember said. “As long as you don’t mind getting a little sticky, you’re all set!”

“No,” Snuff hissed. “Not until I’m done.”

Ember scratched his head, looking at the dragon curiously. “Dude, I was offering his ass, not his mouth. Surely you can…”

“Not… until… I’m… done.”

Snuff’s feral retaliation made Ember shrug and back away, not wanting to deal with the prude dragon assaulting Fizzle’s mouth. The dragon grunted while forcing Fizzle to suck him dry, lolling his tongue to the side as the pleasure eroded his thoughts. With each thrust, he felt he was coming closer. After sliding his meat into Fizzle’s tongue for a few more laps, he pulled out and began jerking his penis in Fizzle’s face.

“Alright, boy! Open wide for your treat!”

This is so demeaning, Fizzle thought, rolling his eyes. However, if he wanted to keep his profits, he was going to have to take it. He opened his mouth wide and waited for the inevitable. Snuff made no attempt to have it land in his mouth. In fact, it seemed like a deliberate attempt to unload himself onto Fizzle’s face.

The bleachy substance fell on Fizzle’s face by the dollop. It streaked along his muzzle and partially his above his eyes. What was worse was the fact that Fizzle had to smell it now; it was as if he was getting marked by Snuff. It was humiliating, demeaning…

And no, Fizzle didn’t find it hot or sexy. It pissed him off to no end.

And the rest of the time would not make his situation better. One by one, the dragons lined up to take on the services of the flaming Fizzle. Some were rough, while some were gentle. Some unloaded on him and some unloaded inside of him. It was a neverending cycle of repetition and monotony that he only wish would speed up. But a majority of them decided to take their time with him.

Some bit or clawed at him; some even thought it would be fun to tease him by jerking him off until he was at his limit before stopping. During the heated lust and non-pashion the dragons were bringing, Fizzle caught a few quick glances at Garble. He was biting down on his lips, looking shifty eyed at Fizzle every opportunity he had. It was almost like… he was starting to become aroused by it. It would take the brute a good twenty dragons later to give in, especially with Fizzle being encrusted with their semen, some leaking out of his two orifices.

And even then, that wasn’t the peak of what Fizzle had to deal with.

“Hey, Rex and Punt want to go in at the same time! You mind that, Fizzle?” Chrome asked, probably with no intention of letting him have his way.

Fizzle just groaned and let out a small, “No,” causing Chrome to smile.

“Alright you two! You’re up!”

Rex and Punt were the silent ones, but their expressions all but indicated what they wanted. Quickly making their way towards Fizzle, Rex positioned himself under Fizzle while Punt began to get into the mounting position.

There were too many gems piled up for Fizzle to let these guys scare him away. He was going to take anything for his gems, regardless if he liked what was going to happen or not.

And dislike it he did.

“YOOUCH!” Fizzle screamed as the two pushed their way into his anus. The creamy filling inside didn’t make it much easier to take than Fizzle would have hoped. The two stretched him out as far as he had been before. And worse of all, they were thick, much like Pudge. Fizzle couldn’t fight back small tears trickling down his cum-crusted cheeks. The two dragons forced their way into him, stretching his hole and filling him with their thick dicks. It was definitely a ride that Fizzle wanted to be over, and soon.

Each thrust felt like rusted needles going through him. Fizzle clawed at the ground. He would have jerked around if Garble would have let him move. The wrecking of Fizzle’s anus continued for a while, until a large stream of semen shot into Fizzle. The two dragons came simultaneously, leaving themselves in until they expelled their seeds. What came out as they pulled out were trails of warm cum, flowing down Fizzle’s anus and onto his feet. Barely any part of Fizzle was left unpainted.

Fizzle let his tongue flop onto the semen-soaked rocks, panting in exhaustion. He laid on the ground with his rear hanging up, eliciting giggles from the other dragons.

“Well, I think that he’s had enough for one day. What do you dragons say?”

The rest of the dragons agreed with Chrome’s assessment. Flint, on the other hand, objected and held up a finger.

“Oh, right. You didn’t get a shot today, did you?” Chrome asked.

“I did not,” Flint briefly stated. Chrome then wrapped his arms around Flint and smiled.

“But don’t you think it would be a little more fun if he was more, invested in what he was doing?”

I was never invested in the first place, but at least you’re thinking about me.

“I mean, look at the poor guy! He’s all filthy, pasty, and used-up! A dragon of your taste doesn’t want to bone such a used-up piece of flesh right now, do you?”

Flint rolled his eyes. While he knew that this was just Chrome screwing with him as usual, he didn’t really want to have his way with someone who had been used so many times in the past hour. Flint just sighed and nodded his head, accepting defeat.

“You can have first go at him tomorrow. Dragon’s honor!” Chrome looked over at Garble, who was still holding Fizzle. “Um, Garble, didn’t you hear us? We’re done for the day! You can let go of his ass now!”

“Wha-” Garble snapped himself out of his lustful trance and swiftly let go of Fizzle, letting him flop to the side. “Oh right! ‘Bout time, you assholes… Heh…”

Ember saw the sweat on Garble’s brow, taking advantage of the moment. “Garble, you were enjoying it, weren’t you?”

“What? No! I was um… just bored... of holding him for so long! I mean… why would I be interested in holding the ass of a fag while you fags screw the fag… right?”

Ember folded his arms and smugly looked at Garble, causing him to flush.

“You know what, screw what you think! I’m gonna… I’m gonna go and relax for a bit! Been here all day babysitting you morons.”

“Probably gonna go home and jerk himself off to the thought of doing Fizzle,” Chrome whispered, causing Ember to chuckle.

“I heard that! And to get it straight, I’m just gonna go to sleep. So bye, douchebags.”

With that, Garble flew off clumsily, retreating from the orgy. The majority of the dragons soon dispersed as well, leaving only one question on their minds.

“You will be here tomorrow, right?” Ember asked.

“Yeah, sure,” was all the exhausted Fizzle could say. Ember quickly walked to Fizzle and patted his scaly head.

“Nice. Looking forward to it.” He spread his wings and ascended into the air, saying only one other thing to Fizzle before departing. “Enjoy those gems you’ve collected. You’ve earned them.”

You’re damned right I did. I’m probably going to be sore for weeks because of you jerks!

Everyone was gone, leaving only the tuckered and used Fizzle. He let his arm fall into the pool of lava, sighing in relief that his day was finally over. The only thing he could taste was the mixed collection of semen that sloshed in his mouth. The only thing he could feel was the leaking, warm cum flowing out of his anus. It was a long day indeed, but in the end, it was worth it. At least he could satisfy his cravings for a while.

“Oh, hey Fizzle.”

That voice. Fizzle looked up, seeing Pudge smile softly down on him.

“Oh, what do you want?” Fizzle didn’t mean to sound so agitated, but he was done with dragons for the time being. “If you want another go at me, you’ll have to wait. I’m absolutely tired and filthy!”

“Well, that’s… kind of why I wanted to tell you this…”

Fizzle’s eyebrows rose, looking at Pudge intently.

“Well… the rest of these gems… I wanted to use them with you tonight… at my place.”

Fizzle’s eyes widened. Was he really suggesting what he thought he was?

“So, essentially a private session?” Fizzle watched as Pudge fiddled his chubby fingers, blushing slightly. Yep, exactly what he thought.

“You know… if you still want them, just… just come by over my place,” he insisted. “Just.. you know, if you’re up to it.”

Fizzle didn’t care if that was a challenge or not. He was mostly concerned by the gems Pudge was taking back until their encounter, pretty much making Fizzle work for his load.

Speaking of load…

Fizzle rolled into the lava pit and allowed himself to float lazily in the pool, sighing heavily.

“I really hope the rumored ‘dragon semen melts away in lava’ method is true.”

Private Sessions

Fizzle took his free time to find a spring and wash away the filth from his activity. The sweat and musk of the dragons was very strong, and lingered all over his body. Fizzle made sure to hide his gems in a nice spot that no dragon would think to look at first. He was no fool to how the teenage dragons worked.

Lathering his entire body, including the insides of his anus to clean out the mess, Fizzle made sure no scale went unwashed.

“Great, at least my day is mostly over,” Fizzle said to himself, washing under his arms. “Still, there is one more thing I have to take care of.”

While washing himself, Fizzle thought over the interesting offer Pudge gave him. The thought of spending the night with the dragon made him shiver. “Those were a lot of gems. Who knows what he has planned for me. He might have me do what we did again, or even have his way with me, or…”

The thoughts made Fizzle flush and tremble at the same time. “Those were a lot of gems for a one night thing though. Is he considering—”

Fizzle shook his head, splashing the steamy water over his head. “Maybe he miscounted. Wouldn’t surprise me; he isn’t really the brightest dragon in the bunch.” Fizzle chuckled, finishing up the cleaning process. “Oh well, might as well go see what he wants later on tonight. But first…”

Fizzle grinned widely, lifting himself out of the spring and walking eagerly towards his bounty. He pushed the rock to the side, revealing the crater in which he hid his gems.

“I deserved a little break after what I’ve been through.” Fizzle rubbed his claws together and licked his lips, grabbing a massive amount of gems. He began to down the delectable treats swiftly, sloppily munching away. “I’ve been waiting for this all day. Besides, it’s not like I can carry all of these back home at one time.” Fizzle spent a good amount of time making a glutton of himself. He filled his belly to the brim with diamonds, almost forgetting about the nauseating taste of the male dragons he had to serve.

Almost…

***

The sun was setting, most dragons retreating to their caves for the night. Fizzle sat on his bed, eager about his night out with Pudge. He stretched his arms out and began to assess the situation.

“I don’t have to show up,” Fizzle thought aloud. “He already gave me his gems. I could just bail out on him and just stay here.” The thought loomed in Fizzle’s mind, but eventually he sighed and lowered his head. “But that would be the cheap way of handling things. Might as well take it like a dragon. Besides, Pudge might be an idiot, but he could still probably kick my ass… among other things he could do to it.”

Fizzle took a deep breath, exhaled ashes from his nostrils, and lifted himself from his bed. “Might as well get this over with.”

He stashed his hoard of gems under his bed and spread his wings, soaring through the sky. As he made his way towards Pudge’s place, the sun retreated behind the mountains. The orange blanket of the sky soon became enveloped in darkness. Fizzle lit the sky with flames, making a light source for him to track his destination. He flew as slow as possible, constantly fighting the urge to turn back and face Pudge’s wrath another day. He rejected that thought, however, and continued onward, making his first, and hopefully last, private session.

Pudge’s cave wasn’t too far from Fizzle. It was located on the edge of the mountain, giving him a nice, scenic view. Fizzle landed in front of Pudge’s home and knocked against the rock. He stood there, tapping his foot against the ground impatiently.

“Just a minute!” Pudge called out, seemingly fumbling around his cave. Fizzle could hear things falling out of place, Pudge cursing at the top of his lungs. Fizzle scratched the top of his head in confusion.

What could he possibly be doing in there? Fizzle thought. Many things ran through his mind. Pudge could have an extremely messy place and was just being a bumbling idiot. He could just be nervous about the situation, which was exactly how Fizzle felt. Or, better yet, he could just be making himself decent for Fizzle, something he hoped was true.

After about three minutes of Pudge doing who knows what in his cavern, he finally walked out and revealed himself. Unfortunately, his “making himself decent” statement was thrown out of the window, because Pudge was displaying himself fully and without a care. Fizzle both blushed from the sight and gave a look of disdain, remembering the last encounter with Pudge’s tool.

Pudge rubbed his arm and smiled sheepishly. “Well, are you gonna come in or am I gonna have to invite you in formally?”

Fizzle raised an eyebrow and walked into the cave. Much to Fizzle’s surprise, his cave was actually decent. It was tidy, each rock was neatly placed, and even his sleeping area was up to standards. Other than bits of trash lying around the floor and the pungent scent Pudge gave off, it seemed like a decent place to live. But what really shocked Fizzle was the presentation. Wax candles were lit, giving off a little light in the dim cavern.

“Well… wh-what do you think?” Pudge asked, stuttering.

Fizzle looked at Pudge, seemingly impressed. “Well, you certainly put effort into this. Care if I ask why?”

“Well, you see, it’s kinda…” Pudge paused, straining to let out the appropriate words. Fizzle couldn’t deny how cute he looked trying to communicate what he wanted to say. “It’s just that I didn’t want this to be anything like that… fuck pit you had to deal with this afternoon.”

Fizzle’s ears flopped. It was amazing how one word could ruin any conversation. Though, in hindsight, that wasn’t an inaccurate description of what he had to do. And, Pudge was trying, for a reason Fizzle didn’t quite understand himself.

“Look, I know this looks really gay,” Pudge said, twiddling his claws. “In fact, this is probably the most faggish thing you’ve done other than…” Pudge stopped himself and blushed, covering his face in humiliation. “Sorry, that was so stupid of me. STUPID STUPID!”

Fizzle couldn’t contain his laughter anymore. Feeling sorry for the poor idiot, Fizzle walked over to Pudge and patted him on the back. “Yes it was, Pudge. But hey, you’re trying. You’re doing a hell of a lot better than the other dragons,” Fizzle said, sticking his tongue out and gagging.

“Y-You really think so?” Pudge began to smile, hints of red displaying on his cheeks.

“Of course! I mean, the other dragons just stuck it in and tried to wreck me. At least you had the decency to wine and dine me before we get to the activity.”

Pudge froze, eyes dilating and shrinking. Fizzle watched as Pudge began to sweat nervously.

“Did I say something wrong?” Fizzle asked.

“Well, you said… wine and dine right?”

Fizzle nodded, confused to what he was getting at.

“Well, I didn’t have the time to go out and get some wine! All I got are these stupid candles! I could find you something around here, if that’s alright! Maybe a leftover pearl, or how about…”

“Pudge, Pudge, calm down!” Fizzle insisted, holding his claws out. “I was just joking. I don’t expect anything.”

“Oh.” Pudge took a deep breath and laughed awkwardly. “That’s a load off. Well, half a load off. Heh.”

Still as crude as I would imagine, Fizzle said. Though, I would be lying if I said he wasn’t amusing. Still…

Fizzle wasn’t one to keep things dragging on for far too long. To get the mood going, and because the mood was set up for him, he wrapped his arms around Pudge, causing the brown, tubby dragon’s face to go completely red.

“Now, Pudge, I’m sure you didn’t call me here to have idle conversations, right?” Fizzle said, tracing his claws down Pudge’s back. “How about we get down to what you really wanted me here for.”

Fizzle’s sultry tone sent shivers down Pudge’s spine. He gulped and began to sweat. “Well, I didn't think you were… that into this.”

I’m not! I just want to get this over with so I can leave. As nice as you are, I’d rather be eating my gems than worrying about fondling your foul dick! “I just want to make sure my customers get what they paid for. And you spent a hefty amount of gems on me. I’m sure that wasn’t for show, now, was it?”

Fizzle felt Pudge’s penis brush against his legs. It didn’t take much to get the dragon aroused, which made Fizzle’s job much easier.

“Well, I guess you’re right,” Pudge said, slowly backing towards his bed. When he felt the hard surface poke against his back, he sat down and pointed at his penis. “Well, if you don’t mind… you know.”

Fizzle didn’t really have a say in the matter. He either did it and got paid, or didn’t and potentially got punched in the face. Although, the latter was becoming less realistic; after all, Pudge did take his time to make a candlelit scenario for them. It almost felt... romantic.

Wait, he can’t possibly… Fizzle ignored the silly thought and continued towards Pudge, who laid on his back and waited eagerly for the pleasure that was sure to come.

Without any further delay, Fizzle wrapped his mouth around Pudge’s girth and began slurping. Like before, Pudge didn’t taste great. In fact, he tasted about the same, not taking the liberty to even try to clean himself up after his first experience. Guess the candles were the extent of his efforts. At least the taste isn’t foreign to me anymore… if that makes things any better for me.

Fizzle used his long, flexible tongue to wrap around the lower sheath of Pudge, causing him to moan and grunt wildly.

“Oh, that feels even better than before.” Pudge moaned, grabbing onto Fizzle’s head. It seemed that he wanted to take control for a while, leading the blowjob with his hands. It made no difference to Fizzle; the effect would still be the same. Pudge slowly bobbed Fizzle’s head up and down his crotch. Pudge’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, short, un-rhythmic grunts filling the air. Normally, this situation would be considered barbaric, and Fizzle would consider this the a completely idiotic situation to be in. But for some reason, he didn’t question it, nor did he feel dirty doing this. In fact, he was enjoying pleasuring the chubby dragon much more than he did the others; maybe even to the point of actually liking it.

The candles must have really set the mood right.

“Oh, thank you, Fizzle!” Pudge screamed, lust evident in his voice. “Thank you for this!” Fizzle looked up in confusion while licking his pudge clean with his tongue. “If it wasn’t for you… I would have… oh man… probably would have continued going solo! I wouldn’t… ah yeah… have thought someone as generous as you would make such a sacrifice. It’s really… amAZING! I think.. I think I…”

Pudge paused, grunting hard. Fizzle’s curiosity rose, causing him to slow down his service.

You think you what?

Pudge was sweating, panting heavily, and nearly ready to blow. With this knowledge of his inevitable payload being unleashed, Pudge pulled Fizzle’s head off of his penis, strands of saliva connecting the two.

“No, not this way this time.” Pudge panted, patting the other side of the bed. “I want you to join me this time.”

Wait, he can’t be serious. He’s not really trying to…

Hesitant, Fizzle slowly crawled on the bed with Pudge, who made sure that Fizzle stayed close to him. Pudge’s penis poked Fizzle’s chest, the pre-ejaculate rubbing off on him. Normally, this would disgust Fizzle. His scales were too good for such a demeaning act. But for some reason, this, and the fact that Pudge was poking at him, made Fizzle flush a little.

Those damned candles.

“Hey, Fizzle, I want to try something different,” Pudge said. “Something those dragons didn’t think of trying.”

Well, you’re going to have to think extra hard for that to happen, buddy. I don’t think there’s a single thing that they haven’t done to me…. sadly.

Pudge blushed wildly and tapped his fingers together. “I want you… I want you to be on top.”

What?! “Excuse me?” Fizzle’s eyes widened, face now completely pink. Had Pudge really suggested what he thought he did?

“I mean, come on! You haven’t had the chance to… you know… and I wanted to offer you at least this! I’m… also curious to how it feels to be in your situation.”

Well, you might want to try getting ten other dragons to try to bone you, because unless you do, you won’t fully understand my situation. Even with these thoughts running through Fizzle’s head, he started to feel knots in his stomach. He was so used to being told to be submissive. He was never given the chance to have a dominant role since his services started.

However, this was Pudge he was dealing with. The poor bloke barely cleaned his penis. Fizzle was concerned about what was on the other side. It almost made him gag just thinking about how filthy it could be. Still, a customer was a customer…

“No problem,” Fizzle said. Not like I have a choice anyways.

“Thank you.” Pudge got on all fours and turned his tail towards Fizzle, lifting it for Fizzle to view his hole. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Fizzle crawled closer to Pudge’s butt and grabbed ahold of his flanks. Out of curiosity, he took a whiff at what he was would be inserting his penis into shortly. Oddly enough, it wasn’t that bad. It was no bed of roses, but the scent wasn’t overbearing, and for an anus, it looked relatively clean— probably cleaner than Pudge’s penis. Fizzle didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he was grateful that, at least, his backside was decent.

His nether region was also grateful as well. Fizzle’s pink flesh stood firm and stiff, radiating heat onto the lower haunches of Pudge. He began to grunt in anticipation and impatience.

“Um, Fizzle, I know I said to start whenever you were ready, but please… could you please hurry up?”

“Oh... yeah, sure…” Fizzle didn’t know how to approach it. He could go in dry much like the other dragons. He deserved that much after all the pounding he had to go through. However, he wasn’t having sex with the brutes; he was having sex with Pudge. He didn’t want to put the dragon into the same situation as he had to go through, especially when he wasn’t involved.

So the only other thing he could do was…

I can’t believe I’m going to do this. Fizzle closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and brought his tongue towards Pudge’s puckered hole. Each streak of his tongue caused Pudge to moan in pleasure, bucking his legs as Fizzle lubed his hole.

Do not vomit! Do not vomit! Do not vomit! Fizzle continued for a few more seconds, holding back the urge to throw up. Once Fizzle thought that Pudge was well-lubed, he propped himself over him and positioned his penis for penetration.

“Alright, Pudge, brace yourself. I’m going to enter now.”

Pudge nodded and turned away, anticipating the foreign feeling. Without any other words, Fizzle pressed into Pudge’s entrance. There was some resistance, and Pudge did cringe, making the entrance harder, but eventually, Fizzle broke through.

And once he did, both of them let out loud gasp. Fizzle mimicked the motions of the other dragons, pumping into Pudge. However, unlike the dragons, he did it slow and steady, allowing Pudge to adjust to it. Fizzle could feel how tense he was; the inner walls of Pudge were extremely tight around Fizzle’s penis, milking it, but reluctantly so.

However, Fizzle would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t feel good.

“Fi… Fizzle,” Pudge groaned. “This… feels weird. It’s like I’m… constipated and I can’t get it out…”

Interesting description. Guess my penis is a metaphor for a piece of crap now. Despite Pudge’s gross description, Fizzle wasn’t phased by it. The pleasure rippling through his crotch was too much for him to focus on the disgusting label his penis got.

Those candles…

Fizzle thrusted into Pudge harder and faster, moaning loudly. His reaction sent a smile across Pudge’s face.

“You’re starting to enjoy this.” he grunted, the awkward feeling slowly forming into unforeseen pleasure. “Good… this was for you, anyways.”

For me? Fizzle began to sweat, passion and lust overtaking him. Pudge bucked his hips into Fizzle, taking him deeper and in rhythm.

“Harder…” Pudge moaned. “Please…”

Fizzle filled his request, pumping into Pudge harder and faster. With each thrust, Fizzle felt himself come closer to release, something that never happened since his first term of service. However, he didn’t want to keep Pudge hanging.

Fizzle reached around Pudge’s waist and grabbed his thick cock, stroking it with one hand. Pudge roared, fumes releasing from his nostrils. He was close to bursting, and so was Fizzle.

“Oh, Fizzle!” It didn’t take much for Pudge to shoot his load on the bed. His pleasure from the oral fixation didn’t die down any, which helped push the final blow. Fizzle wasn’t too far behind him. With one final thrust, Fizzle grunted and released his load inside of Pudge, tongue hanging out in satisfaction.

The two stayed connected for minutes, basking in the pleasure and the moment. Fizzle toppled over on the bed, panting heavily. His penis began to recede, small amounts of cum still leaking out.

“That… was kinda fun,” Fizzle said. “What did you think Pu—”

Pudge looked at Fizzle with half-lidded eyes, stroking his face. Pulling Fizzle closer to him, Pudge did the most unexpected thing that night.

He brought his lips up to Fizzle and kissed him deeply, snaking his tongue in his mouth. Fizzle nearly panicked. There was no way this was happening. Pudge moaned into Fizzle’s mouth while Fizzle wiggled around, arousal being replaced with confusion. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity. When Pudge finally broke free, he bit down on the bottom of Fizzle’s lips so that his would follow.

“Fizzle, I think I love you.”

And with that, Fizzle’s heart stopped. Wh… What? He can’t be serious!

“I can’t let those other dragons constantly abuse someone as amazing as you. That’s why I gave you all those gems, so you wouldn’t need anyone else but me.”

Fizzle couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The missing pieces to the puzzle finally surfaced. “Wait, so the reason you gave me all those gems was so you could—”

Pudge nodded. “That’s right, Fizzle. I bought you.”

Fizzle gulped and felt his heart nearly jump out of his chest. His regret of taking all those gems was finally set in stone. Pudge fell on top of Fizzle, nearly cutting his breathing off.

“Don’t worry, Fizzle. I’ll protect you from them, and we can enjoy ourselves like we did tonight.” Pudge yawned, closing his eyes. “It will be… just… perfect.”

And with that, Pudge fell fast asleep, trapping Fizzle under him.

“Um, hello! You’re kinda lying on me!” Fizzle’s outcry went unheard. How could it? Pudge’s snore was as loud as an erupting volcano, nearly deafening Fizzle. “Well, guess I’m stuck here for the night.”

Fizzle tried to close his eyes to sleep, but the noise and the drool falling from Pudge’s mouth made it really difficult. He hated the situation he was in, yet at the same time, he loved it. He didn’t know if it was who he was with, or the payoff of what had happened. All he knew was that the soft flicker of lights helped sooth him a little, making being squashed by Pudge a lot less painful.

“Candles really are something…”

All to Himself

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.”

Fight for the Fizzle

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!”

The Shocking Cumclusion

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

Solution to Pent-up Dragons

“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.