Fizzle's Unlikely Solution
Fizzle's Unlikely Solution
“You can do it Fissle!” The white scaled drake mentally told himself, practically yelling into his head, “You have to do it!”
Huddled behind a rock, the long white scaled dragon peeked his head out from the corner and stared at his targets. He watched as three young dragonesses bathed themselves in a pool of lava. At the same time, his right claw fondled his cock, pink spines scraping against the boulder as he thrusted into himself, hoping the motion would help wake his sleeping serpent.
Meanwhile, the young and curvy dragonesses cupped lava in their claws and rubbed it all over their bodies. Every so often they would rub some on there D and C sized breasts. Occasionally, the girls would use their wings or tails to splash lava onto the others which after a while broke out into a full on battle. While trying to splash her friends, the dragoness with the sapphire scales bent over a little too low, revealing her curvacious plot and sex to the young drakes eyes before it was once again submerged in lava.
Upon seeing this, Fizzle looked down at his cock only to find that it was only semi hard most likely from all the rubbing. Frustrated and ashamed, he flared his wings and slammed his tail hard on the ground and took off into the air.
“I’m probably not in the mood,” He thought, attempting to reassure himself. “This doesn’t mean I’m gay. Maybe I just need to find some better looking…”
“Oh Bahamut, only a totally fag wouldn’t find this hot!”
Fizzle heard a voice shout from not far down below. Curiously, he lowered himself back down and hid behind another rock. His body pressed against the rock, he tilted his head to see if he could spot whoever the voice belonged too. What he saw made his jaw drop and his cheeks blush.
A familiar purple drake with yellow hair and greenish chest violently jerked himself, both claws clenched tightly on the twin eight inch members which nature gifted him with.
“Spear?” Fizzel whispered with a questioning look as he continued to watch his friend rub his twin barbed scepters.
His conscience told him to look away, that it wasn’t proper (or straight for that matter) to continue to watch this. Hell, he didn’t even watch the girls this long. Yet for the life of him he could not take his eyes away. It was the way his hands stroked the shaft, his modest scaley build, the locks in his…
“Fucking Damnit!” he thought out loud as he felt a tingling in his loin area.
He didn’t even need to look down to tell he had a boner, but it was worse than that. He wasn’t just hard, he was rock solid. It was so hard, not even he could deny or twist the reality of it. His mind began to race He would conjure an explanation for it later like he always did, but for now he needed to leave before…
“Holy fuck they're making out out.” Spear cried as he thrusted his shafts in the air.
“Can’t hold on… Gonna… RARRAR.” Spear let out a domaint drago roar as two thick streams of spunk shot into the sky like lava out of a volcano.
Despite being two feet away, Fizzel could see their trajectory was clear. If he didn’t move now, one of those streams was going to hit him.
An inner battle raged with in his conscience, one that he was not aware of. One part, his inner longing wanted to stay with his mouth wide open and embrace the plummeting seed. Another part knew that if he did this he could no longer keep pretending. He would no longer be able to deny what he was! Worse, his friend Spear would see the whole thing, and the others would surely mock and beat him. He imagined himself being alone as even his best friend Garble would think him a disgrace to dragons the world over.
Ultimately, his fear and denial won over his inner longings as he quickly took off into the sky wile Spears eyes were still clenched from post-orgasmic bliss. When he was out of sight he landed on a top of jagged ridge on the side of the volcano. Placing his curvy tush down, he let out a deep sigh and covered his face with his claws.
“This was my chance.” Fizzel thought as as hot dragon tears dripped down his scaly face. “A chance to prove once and for all I’m not gay. I won’t admit it. I’ll never admit it. I can’t bring shame to my race, lose my friends, let my parents down.”
As he weeped, his mind flashed back to a conversation he had before.
20 years ago
Young Fizzle had been playing in the forest playing explorer, one of his favorite games too play. With a scrap of paper and a quill in hand, he set off to map the surrounding area. Normally he would do this with his best friend Garble but the greedy red drake was currently grounded for stealing from another hoard. So today he was on his own, venturing into the woods and charting any distinguishable landmarks he came across.
“Garble sure is lucky to have only gotten grounded,” He thought as he skipped merrily through the woods. If an older dragon did that it would have resulted in a fight to the death. “I sure hope his punishment doesn’t last too long…”
He paused for a moment as he caught a glimpse of something in the distance. Hanging on a branch were two filly sized dresses that looked just about his size. This was certainly a strange find since there weren’t any pony settlements near by. Perhaps a family had been camping here, and simply forgotten them? Maybe they left them here to dry.
As a dragon it was not his nature to question things. If something is out in the open for taking, and there is no owner to protest, it’s not stealing.
Though while most would have taken both objects, Fizzle decided to grab only the red dress since it went well with his scales. Not that he was planning on wearing it, this was just a simple object to add to his miniscule hoard. At least that’s what he told himself.
After a long hike back to his den where he and his father's harem lived, the wingless drake decided to venture into his private corner of the cave where he kept all of his treasures.
Unfolding the dress, he stretched it out and examined it. The fact that it was around his size made it so alluring to try on. Dragons don’t wear clothes especially since they grew up to be tall bipedal giants. Plus their society was a lot more… traditional for such trivial garments. If anything, there were counterproductive to mating, but he figured that so long as no dragon saw him, he would be fine.
After taking few quick glances behind him, Frizzle quietly put on the dress and hurried over to a large gem his family given to him to be used as a mirror. He began to make a few poses and felt himself feeling very giddy. He loved how this made him look and how well the red complimented the pink on his spines. He was sure the others would laugh at him for this if they ever found out but as long as this remained a secret, he figured there was no shame.
However, the drake had become so engrossed in what he was doing that he actually failed too notice the earth trembling foot steps that were shaking the ground.
“Fizzle,” boomed a large empowering voice. “As your father I command you to take off that dress this instant.”
The young drake turned around to look up at his father standing on two legs at 125 feet tall with unfurrowed wings. Between his silver scales, his godly biceps and jutting pecs, and balls that could crush a house, he was an intimidating sight to behold even to other grown dragons.
Frightened and ashamed, Fizzle wasted no time in stripping himself from the pony garments.
“What in the nine gates of Tartarus were you doing!” He roared as he glowered down at his son with unrelenting anger. “Explain yourself boy!”
Fizzle took a frightened step back, fear etched into his face as he stared up into his father's bright red eyes.
“I was…” He said stuttering. “I was just curious. I wanted too see what it would look like.”
The towering behemoth bent down and snorted a large puff of smoke into his son’s face.
“From what I saw, you liked the results a little too much. Needless to say, I am beyond ashamed.”
“But why” Fizzle protested. “Nobody else saw but you. If you let me keep it I promise I’ll only wear it it…”
Fizzle’s father leaned his long neck down to his son and roared, showing his son his wide maw and rows of jagged teeth.
Frightend, Fizzle let out a girlish shriek and jumped backwards.
“What did I say about screaming like a fag?!” The towering dragon roared, glaring down at his infant son. “Acting feminine is a sign of weakness, and a sign that you have no interest in women.”
“But I’m only a baby dragon Dad.” Fizzle protested as he huddled in a corner. “I have thousands of years to think about…”
“Imagine yourself kissing Jade. You know, that little dragoness girl you sometimes play with.”
“Eww Dad.” Fizzle cried out. “Me and Jade are friends. Besides, I haven’t even gone through puberty yet so I don’t see how this…”
“Now picture yourself with Garble…” He blurted coldly.
Fizzle blushed sightly as he thought about it.
“Well… I… didn’t even think I could do that. I guess that would be…”
The giant slammed his palm into the side of his face and shook his heed.
“Bahamut Damnit, Fizzle! If you have any honor in you, please shut the fuck up right now!”
Fizzle shook his head, unsure as to what he had said wrong.
“What does any of this have to do with the dress? And I’m sorry, it’s just when you mentioned me and Garble… well… I got a little...”
“You know not what you speak.” His father yelled as he let out a stream of fire into the air emphasize his rage.
“I’ve seen this before over the millennia. Dragons and dragonesses who only have affection for the same sex. It is a dragon’s duty to expand our blood and build new hoards so that our kind may flourish and prosper. Unless you are sterile, there is no excuse. All males and females must have descendants. A male may only lie with another male and vis versa after he/she has brought 15 sons and 15 daughters into this world. Only then can you take a man into your harem. Some will look down upon this, though it is far more acceptable than those who forsake their duty as a dragon to produce offspring completely.”
Fizzle was taken back by his father's words and the sliver giant could see that. He suddenly felt dirty and sinful for pondering what it be like to kiss Garble and not Jade. He was frightened, confused and felt like he had unintentionally let his father down and disgraced his dad’s entire harem.
The large drake let out a loud sigh, after a long drawn out period of silence
“Son, I only tell you this because pretty soon, me and your birth mother will be heading to a new cave for our thousand year sleep. When we wake up again during the next migration, we want to see you with a hoard and harem of your own. I know my words may seem cruel but a millenium from now you will thank me for my harsh words.”
“But what if I am… what if it turns out I am one of those dragons that prefers… guys over girls?” The small drake asked as tears pour from his eyes.
Fizzle's father shook his head.
“This may just be a phase, son. At least I hope it is. If not, you have two options: Hide this part of yourself until you produce fifteen sons and fifteen daughters or live a life of solitude and ridicule. Our species is conservative by nature, far more so than the giffons or the ponies. We show little tolerance for those who go against our ways. It is how it has always been since the beginning of dragon kind.”
He extended his claw down to the ground and opened his palm. Fizzle climbed up into his father’s palm and felt himself being lifted up until he was at eye level with his dad.
“One day Fizzle my son.” He said softly in a now gentle and sympathetic tone. “I see you being a proud and powerful dragon like I am. You may seem frail and timid now, but one day you will claim a hoard and find a mate of your own. Let us speak no more of this. This is the last night you’ll see me or any of my mates for a millenium. Your mother would like to see you before we depart in the morning.”
Fizzle took a deep breath, as he tried to calm his heart down.
“Can you take me to her now?” He asked.
“I shall.” He assured him. “But remember, this conversation we had never happened.”
"That memory is so painful." Fizzel said to himself softly. "Of all the good memories I had with my father, why does that moment have to be the one that I always come back to."
The white dragon deep sigh as he looked over the edge of the volcano“I need too keep at this. "If I keep this up, I will find girls more attractive. Only gay people don’t like girls. I can’t betray my race, right? Mom and Dad are counting on me, and I know my friends will hate me if it turns out I am…. gay. Which I am not. No way. No how. I’m the straightest pimp this side of Equestria. In fact, I don’t even know why I’m even having this monologue. Maybe because I’m crazy.”
Fizzle stood up in hopes that it would help build his self-confidence. However, as he got onto two claws, the ledge he was standing on broke and he found himself sliding off the side of the volcano. It was sliding so fast that when he tried using his wings he only stumbled faster.
Franticly, Fizzle reached out with his claws trying to find some way to latch on with them before he plumeted to his death. The world was spinning around him and he couldn’t see straight. As he struggled to find something to hold onto, a sad thought crossed his mind.
Maybe it would be better to just give up and let it all end here...but like his homoerotic thoughts, he pushed it aside. No matter how tough life was for him, there was no way he was not going to see it through to the very end.
Gay or straight did not matter in that moment, only his will to survive.
Pushing himself, he extended a claw and dug them into the side of the volcano. This gave him enough time to stretch his wings and balance himself in the air. He was about to remove his claws when he he saw the part of the volcano open up in front of him leaving a set of mechanical doors. It was like some sort of cavern that had been hidden by magic and the rock he was hanging onto must have been the key to opening it!
Looking at this peculiar opening, a wide smile formed on his face as a sense of nostalgia swept away his fears and concerns. Something like this was the stuff he would dream about while playing explorer in the forest! A real hidden cavern left by a magical being or god that had long since abandoned it! The mere thought of it excited him! After an awkward encounter, painful flashbacks and a near death experience, nothing could have perked him up more than a nostalgia trip through a real life adventure into the unknown.
He grinned wildly as he flew toward the opening, only to find it was a few meters deep. However, what was inside made his jaw drop. There on a stage pedestal filled with weird markings was an egg-shaped gem that was constantly shifting colors. One second it would be blue, another green, then orange and so on. It was a treasure that would make even the wealthiest of dragons envious.
And he had been the one to find it!
“It’s so pretty.” Fizzle said out loud as he fluttered closer to it.
He slowly reached his claw out to touch it before his eyes caught a glimpse of something written on the pedestal which read:
Do not touch! Unstable magic! I hid this item here so that no pony, changeling or griffin would ever come looking for it near a knot dragon nesting area, much less a random rock on the side of a volcano. Reading this means you have found it by chance and are probably thinking about taking it. Whoever you are, please just walk away and forget what you saw. Merely touching it can cause adverse affects on a creature’s body.
Thank you,
Starswirl
“Yeah,” He said as sarcastically as possible.
“Like I’m going to walk away from such a fabulous find. Maybe next time don’t hide your gems in a dragon’s den. That was kind of a dumb move.”
Without a moment’s thought, he reached out to grab the gem. However, the moment the tip of his claws touched it, he felt a powerful force overcome his body. His mind started to get foggy as a ray of colors washed over him. He had know idea what was happening, but it felt like a blanket of energy was consuming him. Eventually, he lost consciousness.
“Yo Fizzle,” cried a worry voice. “You okay, dude? You look like Cackle after a diamond binge.”
Fizzle squinted his eyes as a blurry red shape came into view.
“Garble,” he asked slowly as his mind continued to reboot. “Is that you? Where am I?”
The blurry shape chuckled.
“Your lying flat out on the ground on the side of a volcano stupid. You aren’t holding out on any Griffin mead are you? Of course it’s me. How could you forget your best friend?”
Fizzle shook his head and lifted himself up off the ground. When he could finally see clearly, he looked up at Garble and smiled sheepishly at him as a red rosy blush appeared on his face.
“You know I never forget you Garble.” He said meekly. “Even if got amnesia, I think I’d still know who you are.”
“Easy now.” The dragon said, pushing both his hands forward in a halting motion. “You're starting to sound kind of gay now.”
The skinny drake felt himself drawback a bit, his blush growing larger by the minute.
“Hey, whatever gave you that impression? I’m as straight as an arrow.”
Pausing for a minute, he realized something was missing. He began to skim the area frantically, praying that another dragon hadn’t stolen it.
“You looking for something?” Inquired Garble.
Fizzle scratched the back of his head and chuckled.
“I found this strange glowing gem that was hidden in the side of the volcano by magic. It shaped like an egg and glows a different color every second.”
Garble shrugged apologetically.
“Sorry dude. As far fetched as that sounds, if anything like that was just lying here, another dragon would have picked it up. I know I would have.”
Fizzle kicked the ash and dirt as his feet.
“Manticore droppings. That thing was mine.”
Garble laughed.
“Finders keepers man.”
“But I found it!” He protested.
“Yeah,” replied Garble. “But you got knocked out and lost it. Hell, some older dragon may have hit you in the head and taken it. Which now that I think about it, you don’t have any scratches or bruises on your scale. How exactly did you pass out?”
“Heck should I know?” Fizzle shrugged. “It was nice seeing you, Garble. I don’t know why, but you always make me feel safe when we are together.”
“Dude!” Garble said. “Cool it with that mushy crap. If I didn’t know you better I’d think you had a crush on me.”
Fizzle chuckled.
“Yeah, I don’t know why you would think that. You're always such a tease Garble.”
“I’m just joshing you dude,” he said with a smile. “Anyways, I’ve got to split, too. I’m going to try to hook up with that Jade chick tonight and I’m hoping to make her my first mate in what I hope to be the largest harem any dragon has ever had. Later!”
Garble turned around and flapped his wings, but before he could take off Fizzle called out to him.
“Wait!” He cried with a hint of desperation in his voice.
Garble turned his head. “Something wrong?”
Fizzle shook his head.
“I just wanted to remind you that if you have enough children, you can actually bring a dude into your harem. I mean, if you're into that sort of thing.”
An awkward silence fell over them, abruptly ending with Garble balled into a fit of laughter.
“Good one buddy.” He said. “Like I’d ever suck another dragon’s cock or fuck one in the ass. Sorry man, that just ain't how I roll. What were you thinking about giving it a try?”
Fizzle laughed. “Fuck no. Tits and vag all the way.”
Garble gave him claws up. “I hear you on that, bro. Try not to faint on your way back.”
With one strong flap, Garble soared towards the red sky above leaving the slender drake alone. Fizzle stood there until he could no longer see him before a stream of boiling tears started to drip down his face. Deep down he knew why he was crying, but chose to act like he didn’t. If you lie to yourself long enough eventually you can deny almost anything. So the crying dragon took off towards his home, doing his best to ignore the pain in his heart.
That night in his dream, Garble consumed the white dragon’s thoughts like a swarm of parasprites. Huddled in a corner, he cried his eyes out cursing himself for having these inner feeling he had tried so desperately to suppress.
“Why can’t I be like every dragon else?!” He yelled to himself. “It’s not fair. I didn’t chose this life. I want to like girls! I want to fulfill my duty to my race! Yet no matter how many girls I look at, I can’t feel anything the way I do around guys. They’re pretty and all that, but it's just something about male dragons that…”
He violently slammed smashed the back of his fist against the cave wall behind him before he could complete his thought.
“Cut that gay shit out Fizzle!” He yelled out loud. “That type of thinking will only make things worse.”
The dragon took a quick deep breath and sighed.
“Then again, how could this get any worse? Garble is as straight as an arrow and the others dragons are brutal to qnydragon who they even suspect of being a little queer. I’m sure there are other gay dragons out there, but I have no idea how to find them. I just wish there was a way I could be happy.”
Upon finishing his sentence, a strange yet pleasant sensation came over him. He felt at peace as if he finally reached nirvana. He stretched out his arms like a bird as he imagined light radiating from his body. However, as moments passed he realized that the light was not part of his imagination.
“Holy Wyvern Shit!!!” He squealed, jumping back a bit. “I’m glowing.”
Sure enough, a strange light identical to that orb before it vanished was emenating from his body.
“What going....” He paused as he realized a change in his voice. “Why did my voice just become higher?”
Shocked by the changed in pitch, he found that whatever was happening to him was happening all over! Feeling an itch on his chest, he cupped his pectorals only to feel them rise and puff out before him. His scaly dragon nipples becoming hard and erected as he felt liquid forming in his rising chest.
“What the fuck is happening!” He screamed in his new voice.
As his new breasts puffed out further, he could feel his muzzle shifting into a rounder shape while his already naturally curvy lower body became even more of an hourglass figure. Everything was happening so fast he could barely think! Fear surged through his soul as he realized how utterly powerless he was to what ever was happening to him.
In a futile attempt to stop the change, he pressed both claws against his breast and tried too push them back. This only cause the tingling he had been feeling near his crotch area to intensify! Adjusting his growing cleavage, Fizzle peered down to see exactly what was happening only to find it was just as he feared.
“My dick is shrinking!” He screamed.
He watched in horror as his male staff dwindled before his eyes before merging into his body. A few seconds later, the area where his crotch had been split in half forming a slit to complete his transformation. Within seconds, his newly formed vagina was secreting clear fem-liquid onto the cave floor.
When his (or rather, her) new cavern had finished forming, light emitting from the dragonness’ body finally vanished. Fizzle sat there with her mouth open wide, dumbfounded beyond all measure. Her mind was still trying too comprehend exactly happened to her though her eyes could clearly see the results.
“I’m a...I’m a ...I’m a…” She stuttered, still in a state of disbelief.
Her claws were still cuffed to her D cups, while her eyes were glued to her still-leaking slit. Eventually it all became too much for her mind, and she collapsed on the cave floor.
