Crackle had an itch of unbelievable intensity. You would never guess the discomfort and suffering hidden within his stoic gaze. Some would suggest nothing lurked behind those eyes and that Crackle was only a few steps up from kitchen supplies in terms of intelligence. The reality of his existence was torment; of his strange physical traits it was the scales grown into gems that tormented him the most. His mother had assured him that the other dragons would find his beautiful gem-scales magnificent. It had not come true and the only companion he had was the itch those scales caused. Crackle knew loneliness his whole life, shunned by others and deprived of the ability to develop social skills, he had regressed. Over time Crackle had turned all of the cunning and terrifying mental power of a dragon into the acute paths of an animals hunger. Only the basest of needs drove Crackle and his draconian savagery, as an adolescent dragon there was one hunger that overruled all. Crackle knew only lust.
The misshapen dragon surveyed his surroundings with an intense lopsided gaze, or at least he turned his head to give the appearance of looking around. He gave a soft “durawr” and scratched at one of his many itches. He decided to investigate a direction. It was a good thing that Crackle’s brain never tried to interfere with the whole movement process as his eight legs only worked because he never questioned just how. A cough wracked the misshapen dragon as he passed a sleeping adult on the volcano’s rim, The adult stirred and popped open an eye, with a snort of gritty black smoke it rolled away to ignore Crackle on his upslope waddle.
With a sad hiccup Crackle trundled on past yet another friend never to be. The edge of the volcano’s rim was just ahead and with a triumphant wheezing fanfare he topped the ridge. Having forgotten why he’d even made the effort to get over there Crackle decided that his itchy back needed scratching. Bending his neck back until his head was upside-down he jabbed his magnificent horns in the direction of the itch. With a happy gurgle at mission accomplished he looked at the upside down world and was immediately blinded by something glinting in the sun. Crackle hooted in surprise and attempted to run away, an effort hindered by forgetting that his head was resting upside down on his back and that running backwards sent him the other way. Crackle gave a terrified honk as his uncontrollable legs barrelled him towards whatever had so blinded and terrified him. He caught a glimpse of a green draconic shape ahead just as his legs got the emergency signal to all stop. Regrettably the rearmost set of legs received the signal to halt long after the front ones had already done so. Like a bicycle hitting a brick wall all momentum was transferred into launching him through the air with a dismayed “durawr”.
The ideas of front and back or up and down, had become so confused for Crackle that he took a good few moments lying there to ascertain that he was still attached to the ground. He waggled his stumpy wings, flailed his legs about and then stood up. Parts of his brain rebooted themselves while he decided to at least look for whatever had caused this whole mess. His effort was rewarded as he looked up to see something more beautiful than all the gemstones in the world. He made a garbled blargh in his enthusiasm and his adolescent brain began a series of simple checks and tests. Before him moving awkwardly down the slope was a green dragon with the same number of legs as him, a pair of sexy little blue wingies and dazzling gem-scales of an even greater number than his own. His legs started dancing in excitement. She appeared to be wearing fancy little socks in white at the back and blue on her front limbs; as if that wasn’t telltale enough of the gender he could clearly see a pink bow around her neck. There was no doubt or uncertainty, Crackle knew that before him was everything he’d ever wanted. Every instinct went off at once like fireworks in his brain and with a lust filled honk he surged towards his new love.
Stumpy wings flapping erratically gave his front end just enough lift that his chest slid along the ridged spines of his partner’s back and with a thump his haunches slammed into the rear of his target. With a startled wail she flailed about in a strange lumpy fashion beneath him. Her scales were delectably soft and he ground against her beneath him. Crackle knew he’d missed his initial thrust and could feel her soft underbelly atop his member, her rear legs kicking on either side of his girth. His wings were flapping furiously in his excitement and he playfully nibbled at her neck eliciting squeals. Crackle drew back his hips and searched eagerly for the warm envelope he so desperately craved. He gurgled softly into her ear as he found his goal and with a victorious hoot he pushed his tip into a tight velvety heaven.
He closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensation. Crackle’s tongue hung out the side of his mouth as he eased himself forward, deaf to the high pitched squeal turning into a moan and panicked voices beneath him. Instinct took over for the inexperienced dragon and his hips moved of their own accord driving his length in and out of the tight hole. He wheezed in excitement with every thrust of his hips urged on by the high pitched panting and squealing beneath him. He cooed while stroking the beautiful gems along her flanks but his hips didn’t cease what had now become a vigorous pounding. Her head was flopping back and forth erratically when with a wet pop he felt himself slide out. His hips refused to cease their frantic pumping and he groarghled in frustration. He wrapped his front legs around hers and cinched her backwards against him. He quickly found his target and pushed back inside, He didn’t notice the dramatic change in the pitch and tone of the squeals but it was unlikely anything would have stopped Crackle at that point. He was hooting with every breath and trembling now. Crackle honked long and loud drowning out the moans beneath him as he approached climax. The squeals grew frantic as his member throbbed, when suddenly a tingle enveloped him and he was thrust backwards from his newfound love. It was too late to stop the inevitable climax and as he hit the ground with a thump Crackle’s eyes rolled back and he gave an undulating gurgle in orgasm. He durawr’d happily, but from somewhere a memory surfaced to tell him what to do next. He remembered one of the others saying that real dragons walked off after the deed was done and only sissies hung around for cuddles. Crackle stood up and without even a backwards glance he strolled off with his chest puffed out and a cocky eight legged swagger.
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Twilight looked down at her two panting friends. Their coats were matted and still damp between their haunches. She wasn’t sure what exactly to do and coughed nervously.
“Uhh, Well, are you two okay?”
Two pairs of eyes rolled over to meet her own. Rarity spoke first as she staggered to her hooves and offered a helping hoof to Rainbow Dash beside her.
“If anyone ever mentions this again I will turn them into shoes.”
Rainbow Dash winced as the three returned to their positions under the costume.
“Deal Rarity, we never speak of this again, ever.”
Twilight glanced back at her friends and their smouldering anger. She needed to say something to ease the tension, but they urgently needed to catch up to Spike. The group began wobbling their way down the slope of the volcano in silence. After a few minutes Twilight laughed nervously.
“Well Rarity, I guess that means your costume is working. Haha?”
THE END
I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry
BY NP.YK
