Fit for his Hoard

It was another quiet night in Ponyville; the sun still sliding over the horizon, prompting lights to gradually flicker on around the town. As peaceful and serene as it was, there seemed to be one individual who was having a bit of a struggle. Approaching what appeared to be a house inside a hollowed-out tree, it reached out and knocked gently on the door, awaiting any response. Of course, knowing who lived there, said response was swift; the door opening to reveal Spike, albeit with a confused look on his face.

"Uh...what." Spike blinked a couple times, staring at what appeared to be a large bush on the doorstep; scratching his head gently. "Is this some kind of prank?"

Only a moment later, a white-and-pink scaled dragon excitedly jumped forward out of the bush, hugging Spike against his body. "Oh, man, Spike! You have no idea how happy I am to see you!" he smiled wide down at the smaller dragon, though his happy expression quickly turned to one of shock as the little dragon seemed to be struggling against him.

"Agh! Twilight, HELP!" Spike screamed, writhing and squirming against the bigger dragon's arms, which then let go of him, dropping him down to the floor. "It's, ngh, it's one of those jerk dragons from before!" he shouted, running back into the house and hiding behind Twilight as she walked out into the front room.

"Jerk dragon...?" the dragon gently put a finger to his chin as he stared at the approaching unicorn, gulping softly and taking a step back. "I'm not...I mean, let me explain!" he held his hands up in front of him while Twilight continued to approach.

"I remember you, you were with those other dragons that treated Spike horribly." Twilight continued to slowly approach with Spike hiding behind her, giving the dragon a stern look. "Just what are you doing here?"

"Please, let me explain!" the dragon took another step back and ended up tripping over the little ledge of the doorjamb, falling back onto his butt. "I'm not going to hurt you or anything, I just need your help!"

"Help? What could a jerk like you possibly need help with?" Spike glared at the other dragon from Twilight's hip, though he backed off as the unicorn glared right back at him for a brief moment.

"Go on." Twilight replied, turning her gaze back towards the white-and-pink dragon. "Explain what brought you here, uh...what exactly is your name, anyways?"

"You can call me Fizzle." Fizzle answered, grunting softly as he got back up to his feet, trying his best to smile a bit at the unicorn. "And uh...I'm here because, like I said, I don't have anywhere else to go. My friends and family abandoned me after I...came out."

Tilting her head to the side just a bit, Twilight gave a confused look. "You came out...from where?"

“Well…” Fizzle started, gently tapping his fingers together as a soft blush crossed his white-scaled cheeks. “I kinda told one of my friends that I was gay...and word spread around faster than I thought it would.” he nervously giggled a bit, smiling at Twilight. “I don’t know about you ponies, but dragons don’t take too kindly to being gay.”

“Oh, is that it?” Twilight grinned a bit, approaching the dragon and looking up at him now. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that, Fizzle. Among pony culture, homosexuality is completely accepted. And well…” she giggled softly for a brief moment. “...quite common too, due to the ratio of females to males.”

“Really?” Fizzle’s face lit up as he heard this, his smile widening as he looked down at the unicorn in front of him. “Oh wow...whew, that’s good to know.” his fingers relaxed as he pressed his hands together, rubbing them a bit. “So, uh, do you mind if I stay here, at least for a few days? I don’t really know anyone else around here.”

“I don’t see why not.” Twilight nodded before turning back towards Spike. “What do you think, Spike?”

The smaller dragon was still looking quite grumpy, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at Fizzle. “I don’t know, Twilight. I don’t know why I should trust him so fast, after what he did.”

“Oh, come on, Spike. He really seems sincere.” Twilight lifted a hoof and gently stroked it along Fizzle’s side, making the dragon lightly blush again. “I don’t think he’d travel this far by himself just to cause trouble.”

"Yeah, I...didn't really mean any harm, Spike." Fizzle frowned a bit, gently tapping his fingers together again. "I just wanted to fit in with the other dragons, and they probably would have harassed me too if I didn't join them."

Spike shook his head and sighed softly, still crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't like the looks of this, but if Twilight really believes you..." he looked down at Twilight again, getting a stern, yet somewhat playful look from her in return. "Just don't get too comfortable. We can't support you forever!" he huffed, before turning and walking up the staircase; Twilight shaking her head and giggling.

"Don't mind him, Fizzle. He gets jealous easily." Twilight smiled up at the white dragon again, gently patting his side. "You can stay here as long as you'd like, so long as you pull your own weight."

"I'll try not to be a burden." Fizzle smiled back at Twilight, nodding a bit, before letting out a soft yawn. "Mnh, speaking of burdens...getting here sure was one. Where can I sleep?"

"Oh, I've got just the place." Twilight grinned wide to the dragon's question, before trotting over to one of the bookcases and putting her hooves up on one of the lower shelves, pulling it back and moving it down; the first three shelves flipping down to the floor to reveal a simple bed. "I use this for late night reading sometimes. I hope it's not too small!"

Fizzle shook his head a bit as he gazed upon the oddity, but shrugged and walked up to the bed, carefully climbing up onto it and laying down, sighing happily as his head rested on the pillow. Of course, the bed was pony-sized and not dragon-sized, so his feet stuck out over the edge of the bed. "Ah...good enough for me." he chuckled and smiled up at Twilight. "Certainly better than the grass beds from back home!"

Twilight giggled and nodded, patting Fizzle's forehead gently. "Well, you go ahead and get nice and rested, Fizzle. I'll be upstairs if you need me.” she smiled at him for another brief moment before heading towards the stairs and going up to her own bedroom; Fizzle sighing contently and closing his eyes as the sound of her hoofsteps faded away.

Later that night, the moon was high in the sky as usual, and the library was completely silent, except for the soft breathing and snoring from the three residents. With a soft grunt, Spike awoke to find his mouth very dry, likely due to his open-mouthed snoring through the night. Sighing softly, he rubbed his eyes and sat up in his bed, his eyes still adjusting to the darkness as he stood up.

Heading downstairs to the bathroom, he stood on the crate in front of the sink and put his mouth under the faucet, turning on the water for a brief moment to slurp at the stream a couple times before wiping his mouth and sighing contently. Just as he was stepping down from the crate though, he tensed up, hearing a voice coming from the main room, sounding much like Fizzle's.

He took a few more steps and peeked out of the bathroom, hearing the voice more clearly now, hearing that it was Fizzle's voice after all. "What's he doing talking to himself...?" Spike blinked a couple times before walking over to the bookshelf, hearing Fizzle softly mumbling and groaning a bit between his snoring. Once the dragon arrived at the bed though, his eyes widened at the sight before him. The blanket draped over Fizzle's body appeared to have a tent in it, and judging by the position of it, Spike quickly realized what was making that tent and blushed quite a bit.

"Ahh...mmm...Garble..." Fizzle groaned softly in his sleep, his leg twitching softly under the blanket while a bit of a wet spot formed at the tip of the tent. "You're good at this...nhh..."

At first, Spike wasn't sure how to even respond to such a situation, but the longer he stared at that big tent, the more jealous he began to feel; easily telling the size of Fizzle's endowment from the size of the tent. It was at least twice the size of his own, from what he could tell. "Jeez, he's big..." he glared a little, before shaking his head and turning around towards his own bed. "Whatever...I'll be as big as him someday...hopefully." he yawned and walked back upstairs before collapsing onto his bed. With that, he snuggled up beneath the blanket and gently nuzzled his head against the pillow, getting as comfy as he could as he prepared to return to sleep.

However, Fizzle continued to lightly moan and talk in his sleep, apparently still enjoying his lovely dream. "Oh yes...it does feel good..." he groaned, while the wet spot near the tip of the blanket-tent grew a bit. "Keep going....mm..."

Of course, due to the silence in the library, these moans and soft words echoed through the library and reached Spike's ears; his eyes opening with a bit of a glare. "Ugh...shut up already!" he sighed and closed his eyes again, trying to ignore Fizzle as best as he could, but his body seemingly couldn't ignore the soft moans and dirty talk. All the while, Spike felt his own dragonhood start to push forth from its internal pouch, slowly hardening as his arousal grew.

Sitting up in his bed again, he put both of his hands over his crotch in a futile attempt to stop his erection from growing, while Fizzle let out a slightly louder moan, his leg twitching again. "Just great...how am I supposed to shut him up?" Spike tiptoed only a few steps down the stairs and looked over at the other dragon once more, staring at the blanket-tent for a couple moments before the rather obvious idea came to him. Of course, from experience, he knew that immediately after orgasm, arousal drops sharply, followed by fatigue, and thus, bringing the other dragon to orgasm would likely quiet him down.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this." he groaned in his mind, before continuing down the stairs and slowly approaching Fizzle's bed, getting a closer look at the cock-shaped tent in the blanket. With his own member now fully erect, the size difference between them was much clearer; Spike's dragonhood standing proudly at roughly six or seven inches, while Fizzle's appeared to be at least fourteen. "The things I do for a good night's sleep..."

The smaller dragon reached out with one hand and softly grasped the blanket-tent, squeezing at it and feeling the rock-hard erection beneath the fabric; Fizzle letting out another soft moan in response, still fast asleep though. After a couple more gentle squeezes, Spike's hand began to slowly rub the big tent, stroking up and down the length of Fizzle's shaft and feeling it throb, while the wet spot near the tip became a little darker with added moisture.

“Ahhh...yeah…” Fizzle moaned as his leg twitched a little once more, his member throbbing harder in response to the stroking it was receiving. Within moments, the wet spot near the tip of that blanket-tent darkened noticeably; a couple more drops of precum flowing forth in response to Spike's stroking.

"Egh...this feels so wrong, and yet..." Spike looked down between his own legs, seeing his own shaft twitching lightly in arousal. "...so hot." he gently bit his lip and looked back up at Fizzle again, continuing to steadily rub his hand up and down the bigger dragon's shaft, enjoying the feel of it throbbing beneath the smooth fabric of the blanket.

After only another minute or two of stimulation, Fizzle lightly shifted his legs under the blanket, while his eyes squinted a bit. “I’m gonna...cum.” he sighed, gently biting his lip as his lovely dream seemed to intensify in response to the pleasure his body was receiving. His hips began to lightly thrust upwards as well, only helping Spike’s hand to rub up and down the length of his shaft.

“Oh man...he’s gonna make such a mess.” Spike looked a bit uneasy as he kept rubbing Fizzle’s twitching erection, watching the wet spot near the tip of the tent darken a bit more as it moistened up further. “I guess...better underneath the blanket than all over the floor.” he gulped softly and accelerated his rubbing, while his other hand instinctively moved down to his own erection and began to slowly jerk it.

“Mmnh…!” Fizzle moaned one last time and gasped as he finally came, his member throbbing harder as he blew his load into the blanket, splattering seed into the fabric and also down onto his crotch and legs. After a few moments of cumming, he sighed contently and relaxed again, his head turning to the side and resting on the pillow.

“Whew...that was easier than I thought it’d be.” Spike sighed softly as well, before holding his breath and listening closely, still hearing the sound of soft snoring coming from the upstairs bedroom. As he looked back towards Fizzle and took his hand off of the blanket-tent, he looked down at his other hand grasping his own erection, which was, of course, still quite hard. “Ugh, now I have to take care of this too!” he groaned softly before heading back to the bathroom, gently closing and locking the door behind him. “Stupid sexy Fizzle…”

The next morning, Spike awoke to his usual waking position of being nearly sideways in his bed, with the blanket equally crooked and all over the place. With a content sigh, he lifted the blanket from over his face and opened his eyes, though he squinted immediately as there seemed to be sunlight coming in from the window, shining directly down onto his face.

"Mmngh...what...?" he groaned softly, surprised by the sunlight as he usually woke up before the sun could reach this angle, and that's when it dawned on him: He slept in! Immediately he gasped and flailed over towards the side of his bed in an attempt to get out of it, only managing to get himself tangled in his blanket before he fell out onto the floor beside his bed. "Agh, I slept in! Oh man, Twilight's gonna kill me!"

With a bit of a struggle, he finally got out of the blanket and ran downstairs, grasping at a few coat-hanger hooks near the door to the kitchen and stopping as he noticed something missing. "Huh...my apron! Where is it?" the little dragon looked around, still in a panic, until a certain scent reached his nostrils. Turning his gaze towards the kitchen door, he inhaled a few times, getting a better sample of this scent and immediately recognizing it.

"Is that...Twilight cooking? No, it can't be, Twilight can't cook that well..." Spike raised one of his eyebrows before he peeked around the corner and into the kitchen. Instead of seeing Twilight as he was expecting, another figure stood in front of the stove; Spike's mind taking a moment to register that it was Fizzle. Not only that, but Fizzle wearing a specific pink-frilled apron which didn't belong to him.

"What are you doing in here?" Spike blurted out almost without thinking about it, stomping his way into the kitchen and right up to Fizzle's side, his glare being met with a look of confusion from the larger dragon.

"Uh...cooking breakfast?" Fizzle gently scratched his cheek, a bit intimidated despite the other dragon being less than half his size. "It's the least I could do to help you guys out in return."

"But cooking breakfast is MY job!" Spike growled, before reaching up and grasping the frills on the edge of the apron. "And this is MY apron!" he added, gently tugging at the apron, just about ready to pull it right off the larger dragon before he gasped, feeling his body being lifted up off the ground.

"Oh, Spike, give it a rest." Twilight giggled as she walked into the kitchen, her magic levitating Spike's body up and pulling him away from Fizzle. "You should be happy that someone else is willing to do your chores for you. Enjoy the break." she then levitated the little dragon over to the table, sitting him down in one of the chairs. "For a barbaric dragon, Fizzle sure does cook well." she smiled at Fizzle, who blushed and smiled a bit in return.

"Heh...it's nothing. Just a few basic skills I learned from reading abandoned pony books." Fizzle giggled softly, gently moving the frying pan on the stove while his other hand lifted a spatula towards it, going in and flipping over the two pancakes that were in the pan. "Like I said...it's the least I could do to repay your generosity."

"And we appreciate it! Don't we, Spike?" Twilight used her magic once more to bring a plate of pancakes over in front of Spike, along with a fork. Spike looked down at the plate, seeing four neatly-arranged silver dollar pancakes, each with a small pat of butter on top.

"Yeah, yeah...whatever." Spike grumbled and picked up the fork beside the plate, taking a big bite out of one of the pancakes and looking at the other dragon with a bemused stare. "Not bad...his flapjacks are good, but not that good."

"Don't mind him, Fizzle. He just gets a little jealous sometimes." Twilight whispered to Fizzle as she leaned her head up towards his. “Don’t take it personally. He did the same thing a long while ago when I got a pet owl.”

Fizzle giggled softly and nodded, before flipping the two pancakes in the pan onto a plate beside the stove. "I don't blame him for being angry with me. I just hope he can get over it soon."

"Just give him a day or two, he'll forgive you soon." Twilight added before stepping away from the dragon and over to the table, seeing that Spike had finished his breakfast. "Come, Spike, we've got to meet with Applejack today, remember?" she smiled warmly to the little dragon, who huffed softly in response.

"Are you sure about leaving this guy here by himself?" Spike crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, but Twilight only giggled and levitated him, carrying him along with her magic as she walked.

"Give it a rest, Spike. He's not going to hurt anything." Twilight poked her tongue out playfully while Spike only groaned softly, wiggling and squirming a bit as he was carried out the front door of the library.

After a day at Applejack’s orchard, Twilight and Spike returned to the library; stepping into the main foyer to see Fizzle, still wearing Spike's apron, but instead of cooking, he seemed to be organizing and tidying up the bookshelves. While Twilight's face lit up with excitement from seeing her books even neater and tidier than before, Spike was flabbergasted; hopping off of Twilight's back and surveying the room.

"Oh my...you didn't have to do all this, Fizzle!" Twilight eagerly trotted up to the wall of shelves and looked over all the books, seeing that they were all neatly ordered and almost perfectly in line with each other from shelf to shelf.

"Ah, it's not much, heh...I just got bored." Fizzle chuckled and gently tapped his fingers together a bit, smiling towards Twilight. "I would have re-organized them, but I don't really know how you want them organized, so I just did a bit of dusting and re-positioning to make them look nicer." as he glanced over at Spike though, his smile faded, seeing the other dragon glaring at him.

"Again? Really?" Spike growled, stomping up to the larger dragon and poking his chest as he stared up at him. "How many jobs are you going to put me out of, huh?"

"Oh, Spike, stop it already." Twilight groaned, pulling Spike back away from Fizzle and turning him to face herself. "We've already been through this with Owlowiscious. Nobody is trying to steal your jobs or take your place here."

"But I just know he is!" Spike writhed and squirmed against Twilight's magic, grunting softly. "He came all the way out here to try and kick me out! It's all just a facade! You have to mfffmmf!" Spike's protest was silenced as his lips were magically zipped shut.

"Not another word, Spike." Twilight shook her head, glaring a bit at the little dragon now. "Fizzle is going to stay here until he can find a permanent home for himself, and that is final. If you really don't want him doing your work for you, then talk it out amongst yourselves."

As Spike was placed down on the floor again, he huffed and turned away, heading upstairs to the bedroom and stomping his way up each step. Twilight only rolled her eyes and sighed again.

"Really, I don't know what's gotten into him lately." Twilight turned to Fizzle again, who was nervously tapping his index fingers together. "He's usually not this confrontational."

"I really don't blame him, Twilight. I can understand why he doesn't trust me." Fizzle blushed a bit and looked at the floor for a brief moment, before back up to Twilight again. "I can just leave, if it's going to cause this much trouble."

"No, don't go. As the protégé of Princess Celestia, it is my duty to help any friend in need." Twilight smiled softly towards the dragon, before wrapping one of her forelegs around his back. "And I'd say you're a friend, Fizzle."

"Ahh...thanks, Twilight." Fizzle blushed deeper as the pony embraced him, gently wrapping his arms around her in return. "Don't worry, I'm sure Spike and I will be able to work something out soon." he sighed softly and looked up towards the staircase again. "At least, I hope so."

When the moon was high in the sky once more, Spike found himself awake again while Twilight and Fizzle slept, though he wasn't awake to use the bathroom; he just stared up at the ceiling, listening to Twilight snoring softly as he thought.

"Stupid brutish dragon...I just know he's up to no good." Spike glared a bit at he continued to stare at the ceiling, turning head head to glance over at the moon through the open window. "I can't keep getting Twilight angry like that, though...so I guess tomorrow I'll just have to talk things out with him."

Looking back up at the ceiling again, his brain wandered to thoughts of what he had done the previous night with Fizzle; immediately procuring images of the bigger dragon's sizable endowment, and the delicious throbbing tent that it made in the blanket. Spike cringed a little to thoughts, still a bit uneasy about the event, but his dragonhood quite enjoyed them, and of course, began to stiffen up rather quickly.

"Agh, no...not again!" Spike groaned lightly as he felt the hardening shaft pushing out of the slit on his crotch; his hand going down and pressing over it in a futile attempt to force it back inside. The physical contact only helped it to harden further though, and in just a moment, it reached its full size, bulging out the blanket a bit and throbbing lightly against Spike's hand.

"Great, just great..." Spike shook his head a bit as he pulled his hand back, looking down at the slight tent he was making in the blanket. "Jerk off one dragon and suddenly you're gay...ugh." he closed his eyes again and tried to relax, but with his dragonhood as stiff as it was, he found it quite difficult to think non-sexual thoughts. Over and over, the memory of Fizzle from the previous night flashed into his mind, only serving to arouse him further.

With each passing moment, the little dragon found himself getting more and more aroused, grunting lightly and rubbing his hands over his eyes while his member continued to twitch eagerly. "I suppose...just a short peek couldn't hurt." he sighed softly and sat up in his bed, glancing over at Twilight for a brief moment before sliding his legs over the edge of his bed and standing up. With that, he walked as quietly as he could down the stairs and over to Fizzle's bed, but when he arrived, he frowned to the sight of a relatively flat blanket over the sleeping dragon.

"Huh...so I guess he doesn't have those kinds of dreams every night." Spike sighed softly again, looking down at his own erection before back up at Fizzle again, his mind telling him not to give up just yet. "Ugh...am I really going to do this?" he thought once more; his cheeks blushing to the thought of bringing the bigger dragon to arousal in his sleep, but he wanted quite badly to see the magnificent blanket-tent that it made. Gulping softly, he reached out towards Fizzle's crotch and gently groped around, pressing just gently enough to feel around through the blanket.

"Nngh..." Fizzle groaned softly in his sleep, making Spike jump back at least two feet, watching the white dragon shift his legs a bit and turn his head to the side, before letting out a moderate snore.

"Sweet Celestia!" Spike sighed and wiped his brow, his heart still racing from the shock. Stepping back up to Fizzle again, he returned to lightly rubbing and groping the dragon's crotch until he finally felt a bulge growing, moving his hand to it and rubbing in circles over it. "There we go..." his blush returned as he rubbed and stroked that growing bulge, feeling Fizzle's cock pushing out and hardening; the bulge in the blanket growing against Spike's rubbing hand while Fizzle began to softly moan.

"Ooh...mmmm..." Fizzle sighed contently in his sleep in response to the soothing pleasure Spike was providing, his leg twitching a little while his breathing accelerated noticeably. Spike mostly ignored this though; his eyes fixated on the ever-growing bulge that he continued to rub and stroke, gently biting his lip while his cock throbbed harder. In just a few more moments of rubbing though, he managed to successfully bring the bigger dragon to a full erection.

"Wow, it's even bigger than I remember." Spike gently licked his lips as he stared at the big blanket-tent that resulted, bringing his hand to rest near the bottom of it. At the same time, his other hand instinctively moved down to his crotch and grasped his own erection, lightly stroking it. "Hm...if I can rub him that much and not wake him up, what if..."

Spike then slid his hand down to the edge of the blanket near Fizzle's legs and began to slowly lift it up, gently tossing it forward to unveil the bigger dragon's lower body. With the blanket out of the way, he was now greeted with the sight of Fizzle's bare dragonhood, sticking straight upward and lightly bobbing back and forth in time with the dragon's heartbeat.

The sight of Fizzle’s bare shaft only aroused Spike even further; his eyes repeatedly gazing up and down the length, observing every little detail about it, from the spines near the tip, to the couple of lightly-bulging veins running along the length. Biting his lip gently, he began to jerk himself off without even thinking about it; his thoughts focused on the delicious-looking dragon cock in front of him.

"Hnnggh..." Spike lightly growled as he kept rigorously stroking his erection, too absorbed in his arousal to notice that his gaze was slowly lowering to meet his apparently increasing height. The prolonged staring at Fizzle's cock had pushed his lust so high that it seemingly triggered another greed-induced growth in his body. It wasn't until Spike was staring down at Fizzle's now relatively smaller endowment that he shuddered a bit and snapped out of his lustful haze.

"Huh?!" Spike shook his head and looked down at himself, noticing that his body had grown quite a bit, now resembling Fizzle's body shape, but slightly bigger in both height and endowment. "Oh...oh no, not again!" his eyes widened as he fully realized what was happening; his mind racing between different thoughts now from the shock and panic. With that, the growing dragon reached down and grasped Fizzle as gently as he could, picking him up and holding him over his shoulder as he ran out through the front entrance, just barely fitting through the door.

A good half-hour later, Fizzle was roused from his sleep, groaning softly and rubbing his eyes, finding it much darker than he had remembered. “Hmmh…?” he blinked a couple times and looked around, seeing darkness to his left, and a dimly-lit opening to his right. Realizing that he was slouching back against a curved rock wall, he quickly deduced that he was in a cave, with the dim light being the moonlight at the mouth of the cave. “What the?”

"You're a really heavy sleeper, aren't you?" A rather deep-sounding voice came from the dark part of the cave, causing Fizzle to turn his head toward it and gulp softly, though as the shadowy figure stepped out of the darkness and into the dim light, his frightened expression turned to a shocked one. "I thought you'd have woken up earlier."

"Spike...?" Fizzle squinted a bit, just barely making out the colors on what appeared to be a decently large dragon; recognizing the spines along its head, matching those of the little dragon's. "Is that you?"

Spike groaned lightly and stepped further forward, still quite embarrassed to be seen in this form; resembling the red dragon that had previously lived in this cave, though without wings and a good deal shorter. Still, he was at least double Fizzle's height now, and as the white dragon quickly discovered, double his size in another way. "Mostly, yes."

"Oh, wow..." Fizzle's cheeks flushed as he glanced down Spike's body, his gaze quickly meeting one of the biggest dragonhoods that he had ever seen. "You're...big." he gulped softly again, feeling his own pouch stirring once more as his arousal began to surge almost immediately. That huge shaft in front of him had to be at least the size of his arm, with a matching pair of gigantic balls below it, nearly touching the ground from their huge size. "Really big."

"Heh...yeah, I guess I am..." Spike couldn't help but blush as well, while his oversized member throbbed a couple times, bobbing up and down a bit in front of the other dragon's face. "You're pretty big, yourself..sorry for staring at it while you were sleeping."

Of course, this revelation only made Fizzle's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, feeling his member fully sliding out of his pouch now and beginning to harden. "Th-thanks, Spike." he stammered, trying his best to keep dirty thoughts out of his mind as a couple memories of the previous night flashed through his mind. "Look, Spike...I don't want to be fighting with you all the time." he finally looked up at the bigger dragon's face, seeing those green-tinted eyes looking back down at him. "I know you don't trust me, but...what can I do to make you trust me?"

"I did a bit of thinking about it, too..." Spike nodded softly, having a bit of a harder time thinking clearly than Fizzle, due to his obviously higher levels of arousal. "Having someone else doing my job for me just brought back too many bad memories, so...maybe we could work out a deal?"

"Well...I guess." Fizzle scratched the side of his head gently while his eyes darted down to Spike's twitching member, then back up to his face again. "What did you have in mind?"

Spike gulped softly again, trying to think of how to word his statement without sounding too awkward. "I thought it would be a little more obvious, but...I think we can both solve each other's problems." he then reached down and grasped his huge shaft, gently stroking it as it throbbed in his hand. "I've always been a bit curious about...other male dragons, and I've never felt so horny in all my life staring at your dick, Fizzle." he felt his stomach twist up a bit as he finished his sentence, having not worded it as eloquently as he would have liked to.

"Oh, heh...I see..." Fizzle giggled nervously, watching as Spike slowly jerked himself off; his own dragonhood now fully erect, sticking straight up from his crotch and lightly twitching with arousal. “I suppose what you’re suggesting is a trade, of sorts?”

“Something like that, yeah.” Spike nodded, lightly squeezing his cock and feeling it throb in time with his quickening heartbeat. “I’d be glad to...well, satiate your needs...in exchange for letting me do my own chores.”

Fizzle could only grin and giggle again, shaking his head. “That doesn’t sound like much of a good deal for you...but if that’s what you want.” he smiled up at Spike again, before reaching forward and placing his hand on the tip of Spike’s cock, gently rubbing it. “I'd be happy to agree to that deal, Spike."

Spike groaned lightly from the teasing rubs to the tip of his cock, making it throb in response and splash Fizzle's arm with a glob of precum. "Ngh...I don't like it when this happens...my instincts just get the best of me and I can't control it."

"Huh...is that so?" Fizzle raised an eyebrow, before getting a rather naughty idea and grinning playfully. "Well...how would your instincts respond to this?" he then turned towards the wall again and bent forward just a bit, sticking his rear out towards the larger dragon as he turned his head back to look over his shoulder.

Spike gently bit his lip again to the teasing sight, feeling his cock throb powerfully as a surge of arousal flowed through him. "Oh my...ngh..." he lightly grunted as his mind immediately filled with urges to stuff the smaller dragon in front of him; his eyes focusing on Fizzle's plump butt.

"Heh...ya like it?" Fizzle giggled again and kept wiggling his rump towards the larger dragon, while his own erection flopped back and forth between his legs. "You felt awfully hard, Spike...why don't you go ahead and relieve yourself?" he added with a soft blush, raising his tail as high as he could and bending a little further forward.

"A-are you sure...Fizzle?" Spike stepped right up behind the white dragon and reached down, grasping at his hips. "I don't want you getting hurt...or anything like that." he glanced down at his cock as the tip of it pressed against Fizzle's rear entrance, the size difference making it quite clear that it would be a very snug fit.

Fizzle lightly grunted as well, feeling the tip of that monstrous dragonhood pressing against him. "I'll be fine...I've taken dragons almost as big as you." he smiled back at Spike, lightly grinding his rear against his overgrown cock, managing to coax out another big drop of precum, which smeared onto his snug backdoor. "Just be gentle at first...okay?"

"Okay..." Spike nodded and took a deep breath, getting a better grip on Fizzle's rear before slowly pushing his hips forward, penetrating the smaller dragon as gently as he could. Even with the warm precum providing a decent lubrication, it was still an incredibly tight fit as predicted, making both dragons groan. "Ahh...it's so...ngh, tight...Fizzle!"

Fizzle grit his teeth and grunted from the somewhat painful penetration, his claws digging into the wall of the cave as well. "Ngh...mmngh...that's it, just t-take it easy...Spike!" he groaned, feeling a small surge of pain with each inch of dragon meat that entered him. At the same time, his member throbbed with pleasure, already oozing a couple drops of pre onto the ground below.

“I’m trying...ah...” Spike grunted, his lust telling him to just ram his whole length in all at once, but the rational part of his mind reminding him to take it easy on the smaller dragon. His hips began to lightly buck now, helping to press his shaft deeper inside; just over half of it sheathed within the snug rear now. "It feels, ngh, so good!"

Fizzle meanwhile continued to grunt and groan from the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through his backside, being pushed a bit more firmly against the wall as the bigger dragon began to buck against him. With nearly three-fourths of that huge meat inside him, he slid a hand down to his belly and rubbed a bit until he felt a bulge, causing his cheeks to flush red once more. "Ahh...yes...he's so deep inside me..." he closed his eyes and kept his hand over that cock-shaped bulge as it continued to protrude further from his belly, though only going a little further before stopping; only a couple inches of Spike's cock still outside his rump.

Spike growled lustfully, savoring the tight squeeze around his shaft for only a few brief moments before his hips began to instinctively buck, pulling backward and sliding his throbbing member out of Fizzle's rear, only to thrust right back in, letting out a loud grunt from the resulting pleasure. "Rrrgh...ngh...!" he could only growl as his mind was overcome with lust for the smaller dragon, squeezing tighter to Fizzle's hips as his hips worked themselves into a steady thrusting motion.

"Ah...ah, S-Spike!" Fizzle's eyes widened a bit as the larger dragon began to pound him so quickly, each thrust pushing him up against the wall, while each recoil pulled him back a bit. Turning his head to the side a bit, he glanced back at Spike, seeing the bigger dragon bearing his teeth a bit as he growled and grunted. “Wow...he’s really getting into it!”

Indeed, Spike’s lust was in full swing now as he kept up the rough pounding, his claws squeezing Fizzle’s hips a little tighter and leaning slightly further forward as well, really drilling the smaller dragon now. As his member throbbed harder, more of his warm precum escaped; Fizzle certainly getting a good feel for how much the larger dragon was going to fill him as Spike’s hefty balls slapped against his thighs with each powerful thrust. “Rrrrhh….rrgh!”

With such a rough pounding, Fizzle found himself already about to cum; the rough treatment to his prostate having pushed him quickly to the edge. “Oooh...so good...ah, Spike!” he cried, blushing once more as he felt the pressure in his loins finally hit its peak, followed by a surge of pleasure through his lower regions. His dragonhood erupted and released a few relatively small gushes of cum, splattering a few streaks onto the wall and ground below. “Yes...nngh...yes!” he panted, feeling his orgasm being pushed even further by the repeated thrusts, Spike’s massive shaft grinding firmly along his prostate every time.

As Fizzle's orgasm hit, his already snug rear only squeezed even tighter around Spike’s cock, providing a decent boost of pleasure for the big dragon and causing him to roar blissfully in response; the tighter squeeze further motivating him to continue pounding Fizzle’s butt. "Rraawrrgh...nngh...!" he growled; his mind completely overtaken by his animalistic lust now, focused only on stuffing the smaller dragon as roughly as possible.

Even as Fizzle's orgasm died down, he could feel Spike's rapidly approaching, signaled by the accelerated throbbing and twitching of the overgrown dragonhood inside him. "Mmnh, yes...come on, Spike...f-fill me..." he groaned, trying his best to press back against each of Spike's firm thrusts, feeling the weight of the two huge balls slapping against his rear every time; the thought of those hefty orbs unloading inside him quickly rekindling his arousal.

Of course, the big dragon didn't need to be told twice; his hips still slamming against Fizzle's rear with quite a bit of force, while his hands continued to squeeze at the smaller dragon's hips. All of the tight squeezing around his shaft easily pushed him over the edge of his own orgasm, just a few moments after Fizzle's ended. "Rraagh...!!" Spike leaned his head back and roared out loudly with his final thrust, sinking his entire length inside the smaller dragon and obscenely bulging his belly once more as his plump balls began to unload their contents into the snug dragon butt.

Immediately, Fizzle felt the rush of warmth in his belly, each gush of seed pumping out roughly half the amount of his own orgasm; the heat only increasing with each load forced inside him. "Ahh..Spike...!" he moaned, blushing deeply once more and bringing one of his hands down to his belly, rubbing it gently as the warmth inside it continued to intensify. Even after five or six massive gushes though, the big dragon's orgasm didn't seem to be stopping, and the sheer amount of seed filling Fizzle up was beginning to swell his belly outward!

Feeling his gut expanding outward and rounding out with the huge loads only amplified the post-orgasm pleasure Fizzle was feeling, his hand stroking in circles now over his scaly belly as it continued to swell and swell like a balloon; every drop of Spike's cum being held inside him due to the incredibly tight fit of the oversized dragonhood inside him. "Yessss...mmnh...give it all to me...Spike..." he moaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall while his belly grew heavier and heavier.

Spike meanwhile was too lost in the pleasure of his orgasm to even notice the smaller dragon speaking, his claws just holding tightly to Fizzle's waist while his member continued to throb and pump out seed, drawing out every last drop from his hefty orbs. After at least thirty seconds of cumming, his orgasm finally began to taper off, leaving Fizzle with a massively cum-bloated belly; so large and round that one could mistake him for a heavily-pregnant female.

Panting heavily, Fizzle stroked both hands over his bloated gut, feeling the steamy dragon cum sloshing around within him while the oversized cock in his rear continued to throb inside him. "Mmnh, s-so much cum!" he softly moaned, turning his head back to look at Spike again, seeing him with a blissful look on his face, panting and groaning softly as well. Before he could say anything else though, the big dragon let out a long sigh and began to lean backwards; Fizzle grunting softly as the huge shaft was abruptly pulled from his snug rear, before Spike completely fell backwards onto the ground with a loud “THUD” echoing through the cave.

“Spike?” Fizzle stood up a little straighter now and turned more towards the big dragon, seeing its chest rising and falling at a steadily-decelerating rate, while the huge dragonhood down lower still throbbed lightly, albeit beginning to soften. Still, the blissful grin still stretched across Spike’s snout, making Fizzle giggle and grin towards the big dragon. “Seems someone really enjoyed himself.”

"Aaahh....hahh...mmnh..." Spike only panted and groaned happily, his midclosed eyes staring up at the ceiling, which seemed to be waving and swirling, and appearing a bit blurred as well. With such a big orgasm, an equally big afterglow naturally followed, leaving him quite dazed. The last thing he saw was the other dragon stepping up beside his head before his eyes slowly closed; the fatigue of his afterglow becoming too much for his tired body to handle.

As Spike lost consciousness from his fatigue, his overgrown body quickly shrank back to its normal size and shape, leaving him as a small dragon once more. The next time he woke up however, he found himself back in his bed at the library, with a few rays of sunlight coming in through the window. "Mmnh...hm...?" he softly groaned as he sat up in his bed, recalling the events of the previous night, though not remembering much past his powerful orgasm.

Looking towards Twilight's bed, he noticed that she was still asleep; prompting him to quietly step out of his bed and head down the stairs, looking over towards Fizzle's bed and seeing the white dragon sleeping peacefully there. "Hm...so he brought us both back here." he stared at the sleeping dragon for a few more moments before continuing down the stairs and into the kitchen, preparing himself for his usual breakfast cooking.

Later on when Twilight finally rose from her bed, she too went downstairs to the kitchen, led by the scent of fried eggs. Upon entering the kitchen, she saw Spike in his usual apron cooking at the stove, while Fizzle sat at the table, eating some of the fried eggs that had been cooked already. "Good morning, my two dragons." she cheerfully spoke, smiling towards both of them as she stepped past the door frame.

"Right back at ya, Twilight!" Spike giggled as he flipped a couple of the fried eggs from the pan onto a plate beside the stove, the two eggs joining a slice of toast and half of an orange on the plate, which the unicorn then levitated over onto the table.

"What's the occasion for eggs, Spike?" Twilight asked as she sat down next to Fizzle, watching Spike coming over and sitting on the other side of the white dragon with his own plate already at the table.

"Oh, yeah, the eggs." Spike grinned eagerly over at Fizzle. "I just wanted to celebrate my new best butt...uh, buddy!" he giggled a bit, getting a knowing grin from the other dragon.

"Mm, yes. Like I said we would, me and Spike just...talked things over." Fizzle's cheeks blushed ever so slightly as he also recalled the previous night; his rump still quite sore from it, but he didn't mind too much.

"Well! Glad to hear it." Twilight giggled and nodded, levitating a fork over to her plate and starting to eat. "What exactly did you two agree on?"

Spike felt his stomach twist slightly in response to the question, his brain rushing to find an acceptable answer. "I uh...well, you see, we just, um..." he stammered, before hastily stuffing a whole fried egg into his mouth.

"Spike said he would find other things for me to do, so that I wouldn't be taking his chores." Fizzle answered after a short giggle, causing Spike to gulp and sigh in relief. "It was what worked out best for both of us."

"Well that's good to hear." Twilight nodded and levitated a glass of orange juice to her lips, taking a few sips from it. "I knew that you two would work something out eventually."

"Heh...heh, yeah." Spike smiled inconspicuously, leaning back in his chair. "So, uh...how long is Fizzle going to stay here, anyways?"

"I suppose until we can find him a permanent home. But I certainly don't mind letting him live here as long as he needs to." Twilight smiled over at Fizzle again, seeing his white-scaled cheeks tinting slightly red. "You're just as welcome as any other resident in Ponyville!"

"Aww, thanks Twilight." Fizzle leaned over and gently hugged the unicorn, his tail wagging a bit behind him. "You ponies are a whole lot nicer than those dragons!"

"Mm, well, all my studies in Friendship haven't gone to waste!" Twilight giggled and leaned her head against Fizzle for a moment before he pulled away. "Well, I've got some work to do around Ponyville today, so you two just stay out of trouble. See you later!" he added, before getting up from the table and heading out of the kitchen.

Sighing happily again, Spike finished the rest of his juice and set the cup down on the table, licking his lips gently. "Yeah, I suppose I could get used to having another dragon around Ponyville." he grinned playfully over at Fizzle now, who poked his tongue out in response.

"And I could certainly get used to having a big, hunky dragon around...even if he's small most of the time." Fizzle giggled again, leaning back in his chair as well.

"Oh, that's nothing! I wasn't even half as big as I can get!" Spike smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Same time tonight then, Fizzle?"

"You bet, Spike." Fizzle playfully smirked back, before standing up from his chair and pushing it in underneath the table. "I'll be up in the cave waiting for you just past midnight!"

I suppose that’s a good place to end it, yeah. THE END.