Let Sleeping Dragons Lie

Fizzle stared in awe at the thick rod of flesh proudly standing before him, slowly tracing the slight curvature of the very unexpected but much-appreciated sight as his mouth began to water. All the blood in his body began to shift, rushing towards two opposite ends of his body; his cheeks, which had temporarily turned the normally white dragon into a rather convincing Garble look-alike, and between his legs, where his own dragonhood decided to follow Spike’s example as it began to harden. Before long his entire length was bobbing in the crisp night air, pointing like a compass towards the apparently horny dragon sleeping on his couch. Spike's cock throbbed in reply, waving at its counterpart below Fizzle's waist in greeting as it waited for him to make a move.

Fizzle's dragonhood happily returned the gesture, causing him to shiver as it pulsed in need. 'Wow, that's... something...' He unconsciously licked his lips, imagining what would happen if he just leaned in and sampled the taste of another male for the first time in his life-

The sudden rumble of a guttural snore tore Fizzle from his thoughts and made him jump behind the arm of the couch in terror. He waited for any further signs of movement, crouched down with a heart just about ready to burst from his chest in fear.

'Pleasedon'tseemepleasedon'tseemepleasedon'tseeme...'

After several minutes of perfect silence past his rapidly beating heart and the near-hyperventilating state of his breaths, he carefully raised his head up and over his impromptu cover and cautiously glanced at the unconscious form of Spike still laying on the couch.

His eyes widened in astonishment as he was granted a rare worm’s eye view between Spike’s legs, another rush of blood flowing to his crotch from the sight of... everything. The draconic shaft, which he could now see was almost the same shade of purple as Spike’s scales, was an impressive obelisk of masculinity that shone in the moonlight leaking in from the mouth of his cave-home. He estimated that the entire shaft from the somewhat tapered head to the much wider base had to be just under a foot or so long, the skin perfectly smooth past where, even from this distance, he could make out bulging veins forming thick lines across its surface. Just beneath that was a plump sack containing the dragon’s balls, two perfectly round orbs held within the light green scales that ran down the front of his body. Just beneath that, Fizzle could see the bright pink flesh of the dragon’s partially hidden tailhole, Spike’s cum-laden sperm-silos hanging down low enough between his legs to slightly obscure the tight ring of flesh from view.

Fizzle leaned in to get a better look at Spike’s ass, taking in the plump cheeks of his friend's shapely hind-end until, with a loud gasp, the searing hot flesh of his fully engorged length abruptly bumped into the cold, hard stone of his couch.

“Ohhh-” His breath hitched in his throat, too late to prevent his moan from echoing off the stone walls of his cavernous home. Once again he found himself standing as still as possible, this time leaning over his friend's legs as he fearfully waited for the dragon to open his eyes and catch him in the act.

Yet, thankfully, nothing of the sort came to pass as the purple dragon continued his adventures through the land of dreams. In fact, the only part of Spike's body that responded was the mighty shaft between his legs, throbbing as it released a rather impressive bead of pre that slowly rolled down its side.

Fizzle watched him sleep for a moment, thousands of thoughts swirling in his head. ‘What the heck am I doing? Just… put the blanket over it, slip the pillow beneath his head and turn away Fizzle. You just earned his friendship! Don’t blow it now!’

His eyes drifted to the thick dragonhood tauntingly bobbing in the air just a few short feet away, vision glazing over as he watched it rhythmically pulse to the beat of Spike’s heart. ‘Mmm... maybe I SHOULD blow it…’

He began leaning forward, but before he could get very far he snapped out of his trance-like state and shook his head. ‘No! Come on, Fizzle, he’s not even awake! This could be seen as, like… rape or something. Just cause he’s got one thick… throbbing… tasty looking… mmm…’ He felt his own cock flex between his legs as he pictured wrapping his lips around the leaking tip of Spike’s member, licking his lips as he imagined the incredibly masculine flavor waiting for his taste buds just a few short steps away.

‘Hmm... maybe just ONE taste...’ Making his way back around to the front of the couch, Fizzle sat perpendicular to Spike’s slumbering form and placed himself right before the awe-inspiring pillar of lust jutting out into the air. ‘I mean, whatever, right? As long as he stays asleep, there’s no harm in just touching it… Just gotta take it nice and slow...’

Fizzle carefully extended a hand out towards the light-green scales lining the dragon’s belly, gasping in surprise at how warm and soft they were against his palm. Keeping his eyes trained on Spike’s face in case he once again began to stir, Fizzle started to slowly draw circles around his stomach with his hand, each pass moving further and further down the dragon’s body towards the goal-line of his waist. He found himself taking his time on the way, however, loving how the layer of pliable scales felt against his claw as he groped his sleeping friend.

Every inch of Spike’s body he traversed without the dragon reacting built up his confidence, stirring up something inside of him that made his eyes fall back to that special spot between his friend’s legs. The tower of draconic flesh was no less impressive up close, standing tall in all its glory for anydragon to see. In fact, Spike’s cock was close enough now that he could practically feel the warmth radiating from it. An intense need to feel it against him drove him to lean over the dragon's thigh, and as he approached the throbbing length he took one last glance up at Spike’s face to check if he was still deep in slumber before turning back-

The tip of his nose bumped into the side of Spike’s shaft, causing the searing hot rod of draconic lust to drag across the side of his muzzle and leave a slick line of pre across his cheek.

Fizzle yelped in surprise, recoiling away in fright from the sudden cock-based assault against his face. He bit down on his hand as Spike began to stir, sitting on the floor next to the couch as still as possible with wide, terror-filled eyes and a dragonhood that screamed at him to continue. His breaths came in sharp gasps as panic flooded his system and-

Spike grunted, turned his head towards Fizzle and gave out another loud round of snores as he fell back asleep without ever opening his eyes.

Fizzle didn’t dare move an iota of an inch, stuck staring at Spike’s sleeping form with a rapidly beating heart that had decided his throat was a better place to hang out than its normal home inside his chest. He couldn’t even breathe, figuring it to be too much of a risk in his current predicament. So, he stood as still as a statue next to his mostly-slumbering friend, watching for even the slightest of movements past the small twitches of the dragon’s still erect cock. He almost jumped out of his scales as he saw motion out of the corner of his eyes, clenching his eyes shut and blushing in embarrassment as he realized it was simply the natural rise and fall of Spike’s chest.

He sighed and opened his eyes, steeling his expression as he stared at the rod of flesh teasingly bobbing in the air right in front of him. ‘That’s it, I’ve had enough of this… Time to dragon up, Fizzle...’

With new-found courage he leaned back over his friend's thigh, ever so slowly bringing his muzzle down towards the treasures hidden between Spike's legs. With a shudder from both his target and himself, he pressed the tip of his nose against the underside of Spike’s warm shaft and inhaled.

It took almost all of his willpower not to moan right there and then. It was incredible! Better than he had ever imagined! A perfect mix of Spike’s scent, one which he had been secretly sampling throughout the day, and the universal smell of good-ol’-fashioned musk. His own length throbbed between his legs, craving carnal contact from anything and everything to help feed its desires. Yet no such touch came, Fizzle fighting an internal battle with himself to not just beat one off right there and then as he sat on the dirt floor of his home. There was still so much he wanted to do, and seeing as Spike hadn’t made a sound from the collision of muzzle and dick he figured he had all the time in the world to... experiment.

Fizzle turned towards the end of the couch, dragging his nose down the curve of Spike’s cock to the meaty sack hanging below. He took another long draw of his friend’s addictive scent, eyes fluttering as his mind became clouded with bliss. He swallowed the sudden buildup of spit in his mouth, groaning as he nuzzled Spike’s pillowy balls with the tip of his muzzle. ‘Mmm… it smells… AMAZING…’

Fizzle’s lips opened just enough to let the thin, red serpent hidden within his mouth escape from its wet prison, snaking out towards the defenseless purple penis. The parts of his brain that rang the warning bells fought with the parts looking to continue onward to greater heights of lustful debauchery, but the fog of desire that had settled within his mind became the deciding factor in the war. So, giving into his desires and aiming the very tip of his tongue towards where shaft met balls, Fizzle pushed himself forward and got his first taste of another male.

And it was glorious.

The purple shaft filling most of his vision gave a thankful throb in response to the contact, causing Fizzle’s eyes to roll to the back of his head from such a display of pure virility. He sighed, washing the base of Spike’s dragonhood with a wave of warm air and causing it to pulse in need once again, the pulsing penis pulling away as it engorged itself with blood before it fell back to tap him on the muzzle. He kept his tongue there for a moment, pressed up against the underside of the dragon’s cock just like a tongue stuck to an ice-cold pole with the soft mounds of his balls resting against his chin.

Then, Spike moaned in his sleep.

Fizzle felt his heart stop for the fourth time in as many minutes, eyes widening as he stared past the dragon-cock against his nose. Spike’s entire face was now scrunched up in pleasure, mouth open in a long, drawn out groan that turned Fizzle on just as much as it frightened him to the core.

‘Pleasedon’twakeuppleasedon’twakeuppleasedon’twakeup!’

Spike sighed, face relaxing as he settled back into his dream.

Fizzle smiled in relief. ‘Whew… alright, seems like Spike is a heavy sleeper…’ He turned his attention back to the thick dragonhood in front of him, closing his eyes and sighing in bliss as his lungs filled with another round of musk-tinged air. Spike’s wonderful scent seeped into his body, warming him from the inside out and setting his mind ablaze with lust.

His smile turned into a devilish smirk. ‘Time to get down to business…’

Without a single worried glance at the slumbering dragon, Fizzle slowly dragged his tongue up the underside of Spike’s cock and shivered as the erotic flavor made his taste buds come to life. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt the hardened rod of warmth throb against his tongue, exhaling only as he reached the tip to bathe the sensitive head of Spike’s length with a sigh. He didn't stay for long, the burning need to sample more of his new friend’s addictive flavor forcing him to head back down to the base of his delightful draconic dick to make another pass. Before long he was licking Spike’s dick like a popsicle-stick, loving how each drag of his tongue got a sigh or a moan from the slumbering dragon in response.

‘Mmm… so GOOD…!’

It felt like he could go on like this forever, sitting on the floor beside the couch and licking away at the delicious draconic dick sticking up from between Spike’s thighs. But it seemed like Spike couldn’t go on forever, his sleeping form suddenly shivering as Fizzle made a particularly fast pass up the entirety of his cock. Then, just as Fizzle started to make his way back down, a small bead of white formed at the very tip of his cock, beckoning the white dragon who had summoned it to come and taste it.

With his eyes crossed, Fizzle stared at the pearl perched atop Spike’s pride for several moments, feeling his cock throbbing between his legs as it demanded that he hurry up and act. He glanced up at Spike’s face, smiling to himself as he saw a small grin on the sleeping dragon’s lips.

'Oh? You like that, Spike?' He felt his mouth water as he turned his attention back to the small morsel of draconic seed sitting before him, a lustful hunger clouding his mind as he imagined what it must taste like…

His tongue darted out with a mind of its own and scooped the small drop of pre into his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as the overwhelming flavor washed over his taste buds, shuddering as he got his first sample of another male’s seed. As soon as he had swallowed it he wanted more, NEEDED more, but, as he took another peek at the peaceful look on the dragon’s face, could he live with himself after doing such a thing to a friend?

Fizzle sighed and turned back towards his throbbing target, the brain below his waist easily overpowering the one in his head. ‘Well… time to find out…’

Shakily bringing up one of his claws and wrapping it around the base of Spike’s member, he ever so gently began to pump the draconic shaft up and down in an attempt to draw out more sweet ambrosia from the dragon's balls. A soft gasp escaped his lips as the pulsing warmth of his friend's dick seeped into the palm of his hand, the hard-as-steel rod throbbing with each wave of blood coursing through the dragon's veins. He continued to stare at the tip, waiting with bated breath for it to release another glob of liquid treasure for him to sample. It took a moment, but as he brought his other claw up to cup the dragon's heavy testicles in order to milk more seed from their potent stores his efforts would prove to be fruitful as, with another mid-dream moan, Spike rewarded Fizzle with a bead of freshly-brewed pre.

This time, however, the drop of draconic essence grew large enough that gravity took hold and began to slowly drag it down the side of his quivering shaft. Acting fast, Fizzle darted in and slurped it off with a perfectly precise strike of the tongue but found that, as one bead fell, another rolled down to take its place. Before long he found himself fighting a losing battle, unable to keep up with the copious amounts of pre the two large draconic jewels nestled in the palm of his hand could produce. So, deciding to make a final, brave stand against such overwhelming odds, Fizzle moved to cut his foes off at the source.

‘Ohgodohgodohgodpleasedon’twakeupwhyamIdoingthis…’

Keeping his eyes on Spike as he closed his lips around the drooling cockhead, Fizzle did his best to watch his friend even as the heavy weight of a draconic dick settled against his tongue and drizzled copious amounts of salty-sweet seed onto his taste buds. His eyes began fluttering as they fought to close in euphoric bliss, the musky flavor of another male's seed bringing a dense fog upon his mind. He wedged his tongue between his bottom lip and the thick rod of meat to lap at its underside, moaning as he was rewarded with another thick glob of pre on his tongue. But even that wasn’t enough for him, the hunger that had been building inside of him since the party demanding to be fed. So, in order to abide to his own libido, Fizzle grabbed onto the base of Spike’s cock and began jacking off whatever he couldn't fit in his mouth, even as his other claw continued to sensually massage the two bloated balls below.

Against all odds he continued to watch the slumbering dragon, waiting for the perfect purple dragon to wake up and catch him worshiping his cock like he needed it to survive. While he was still terrified at the idea of being caught, a strange thrill now accompanied the fear that got his blood pumping like nothing he had every experienced before. It felt like he wanted to get caught just as much, if not more, than how he wanted to dart off into his bedroom and pretend none of this had ever happened. Yet even as he pumped the bottom half of Spike’s length and suckled on the rest, the only signs of life from the dragon were a few leg twitches and a couple of breathy moans. It seemed as if Spike was short of breath, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as his sleepy groans went higher and higher in pitch...

And then Fizzle felt it. The weighty orbs resting against his hand, heavy as they sloshed with the dragon’s pent up seed, began to pull up towards Spike’s body, a sure sign that something BIG was on its way. With one last grope of the scaly sack, he let it fall back between Spike’s legs in order to wrap both claws around the base of Spike’s shaft. He held it steady inside of his mouth, slowly dragging his tongue across the sensitive tip as he prepared himself for the coming surge of seed…

Spike reached up and grabbed one of the large, pristine sapphires hanging overhead, snapping it off the branch it dangled from with little effort. Leaning back against the trunk of the strange but very welcomed gem-growing tree, he happily munched away on a sapphire as the dragoness next to him did the same. Strangely enough, when he had been frolicking through a field of crystal flowers earlier in the day Diamond had been nowhere in sight. Yet now she sat beside him, smiling as she soaked up the bright rays of sunshine leaking through the thick canopy of leaves overhead. He shrugged, too happy that he had good food to share with good company to care about her sudden appearance next to him.

Diamond, finishing her gem with a rather loud slurp that sounded far too vulgar to be from such a beautiful creature, suddenly reached over and placed a claw on his lower thigh. Lower, lower thigh. He glanced down and nearly jumped away in shock as he saw his fully-erect dragonhood throbbing between his legs, leaving just a few inches between Diamond’s amazingly soft claw and his amazingly hard penis.

A light breeze rolled through the field of flowers, rustling the branches of the tree above and grazing the sensitive head of his cock. He moaned as a bead of pre formed at the very tip, shining in the bright light of the morning sun like the finest of pearls in Equestria before being scattered to the wind like the seeds of a dandelion. He glanced down at Diamond, who now had her head against his thigh with the tip of her muzzle pressed against his balls, and gave her a weak smile.

He opened his mouth to speak, to call out her name, yet all that could come out was a gasp and another round of moans as the dragoness suddenly darted between his legs and attacked his crotch with a lust-filled ferocity. With unnatural speed she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, glancing up at him with a smile on her face as she grabbed onto the base with a claw. She began to pump his rod up and down in time with the darting lashes of her tongue, the vibration of her groans, which, oddly enough, sounded somewhat deeper than he remembered, seeping into the engorged tissue and lighting his nerves up with pleasure.

He watched her work with awe, fascinated over how good the white dragoness with pink spines was working his coc-

‘Wait… PINK spines?’

A sudden surge of pleasure racing up his spine forced his head back against the tree and a bellowing moan to escape his chest. He strained his neck to turn his gaze back down, fully expecting Diamond’s spines to have returned to their normal purple hue. Instead, what he found was that she had suddenly transformed into a very familiar he.

“F-fizoooh…”

His new dragon friend smirked and started to fondle his balls, rolling the heavy orbs around inside their scaly sack as he continued to suckle on the tip of his drooling cock. Spike sighed and rested the back of his head against the trunk of the tree, fully expecting a wave of disgust over having another male between his legs to wash over him and drown out his libido.

Instead, he was shocked to find that his erection lurched inside of Fizzle’s mouth at the thought. In fact, rather than waning his lust, it felt like the heat in his loins had amplified ten-fold over the idea that the friend he had made but a few scant hours ago was now worshipping his cock, sucking on it like a lollipop with a happy grin on his face.

And then, just as he felt something prod at the hole just beneath his balls, he felt his churning orbs pull up as they began to unload, his dreamscape fading to black…

“Fizzle…!”

Fizzle closed his eyes and moaned around the thick rod of dragon meat between his lips, wrapping his long, draconic tongue around it to squeeze the entire shaft as it began to rhythmically pulse. Bringing a claw lubed by his friend’s own pre down towards Spike’s tail, he began drawing small circles around the bright-pink ring of flesh that was the gateway to his backside with a talon. With a little bit of pressure it slipped inside, both the cock in his mouth and the one between his own legs lurching in response to the sudden insertion as Spike's insides clenched down on him. He imagined what the tight tailhole would feel like wrapped around his cock, pressing the talon down to the knuckle inside of Spike’s body as he imagined holding the dragon in the most intimate of embraces possible, filling him to the brim with his seed as his ass clenched down on his co-

“Fizzle…”

Fizzle gasped in shock around the cock in his mouth, just in time for the entire length to throb and unleash the dragon’s first blast of seed straight into the back of his throat. The thick cream made him gag, forcing him to clench his eyes shut as he coughed around the penis-turned-geyser that continued flooding his mouth with the dragon's rather impressive load. He pulled away as Spike began to stir, pure terror coursing through his veins as he tried to think of any good excuse that might explain himself to his friend.

He never got the chance to even turn towards him, for as soon as he opened his eyes he saw the next salvo of seed launch from the tip of Spike’s dragonhood and arc through the air in slow motion right towards him. Globs of warm dragon-cream splattered across his cheeks, some coming out of Spike’s pulsating penis with enough force to streak across the spines on the top of his head. Yet even then Fizzle couldn’t move out of the way, too stunned by what was happening and, strangely enough, too turned on to care even if he could. Before long the white scales of his face had a fresh new coating of draconic paint, and all Fizzle could do was moan and let it happen even as fear sent a chill up his spine.

Garble waved as his final friend finally decided to leave, the large brown dragon belching as he rubbed his gem-filled belly with a claw. He turned to the dragoness behind him with a smirk, nodding his head towards the hole leading to his bedroom as Diamond smiled back.

He spread his legs, showing off the slowly hardening shaft between them. "So... with THAT out of the way..." He confidently strode up to her, wrapping her up in his arms as she started to giggle. "How about you and I take this to the other room and keep the party go-"

"Garble! Garble, come quick, dude!"

He growled, turning his head to find one of his friends frantically waving his arms about at the mouth of his cave-home. "What!"

The purple dragon pointed to his left, jumping up and down in a panic. "Dude, I was going home and when I passed Fizzle's place I heard some, like, really gnarly stuff coming from inside! I think he's in trouble or something!"

Garble frowned, bringing a claw up to rub at his forehead before, with a sigh, he turned towards Diamond and gave her a weak smile. "Sorry 'bout this..." His grin grew in confidence, turning into a sly smirk as he leaned in to whisper in her ear and cupped a feel of her plump ass with a claw. "How about you take your pretty little rump to the bedroom and wait for me there, babe..."

She grinned right back, leaning in to whisper in his ear as, suddenly, her hand reached between his legs and cupped his balls. "Don't keep me waiting..." With that she turned away, hand grazing past his shaft as she made her way into his bedroom, gently swaying her hips with each step to keep his eyes on her.

Garble chuckled as she disappeared, giving himself a moment to calm back down before, letting his lips fall back into a frown, he turned towards his oblivious friend and made his way outside. "This had better be good..."

Spike, eyes clenched shut as his body shuddered in climax, felt the black void of his dream transform into the black void beneath his eyelids. His body felt like it was on fire, the blissful kind of heat that came from reaching the greatest peaks of pleasure one could ever experience in their lifetime. Each throb of his cock shot another dollop of dragon cream into the air, sending a wave of warmth flowing through his veins to light up his nerves like firecrackers before racing straight back into his crotch to start again. Eventually, however, the constant cycle of orgasmic euphoria came to an end, the last vestiges of seed that his balls had produced leaking down the side of his cock like a river of fresh lava that pooled around his cum-drenched sack.

Spike weakly picked up his head, opening his groggy eyes to reveal a featureless white and pink blob between his legs. “Ohhh… wha…” He brought a claw up and rubbed his eyes, pangs of pain striking his skull as it awoke from its alcohol-induced coma. He glanced down his body once again and saw, just past the shocking amounts of carnage around his crotch, was Fizzle, who stared back at him with wide eyes and dilated pupils as if he had just been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. He blinked a couple times, expecting the carry-over from his dream to vanish into thin air. Instead of fading back into memory, however, he simply saw what was apparently the real Fizzle with more clarity, revealing streaks of some kind of white goo haphazardly splattered across both his friend's face and the scales around his groin.

A sudden post-orgasmic spasm shot a pang of pleasure up his spine, causing him to gasp which, in turn, caused his friend to gasp as well. He turned his gaze towards the familiar purple spire of flesh just below his midsection, seeing that the same kind of fluid on Fizzle's face continued to seep from the tip of his cock. Wrapped around the middle of his shaft was one of Fizzle’s claws, the dragon apparently unable to pull himself away from the spurting dragonhood as thick, white cream rolled over the back of his hand.

He licked his dry lips, swallowing what little bit of spit was left inside his mouth to lube up his vocal cords. “F… Fizzle?”

That got a reaction out of his new friend, the dragon backing away with a start and releasing his cock to flop back onto his stomach with a wet slap, leaving a small puddle of white on his light green scales. “S-s-Spike! Uh… I… Uhmmm, you were… uh…” A drop of semen rolled down his forehead and nearly fell into his eye, forcing the dragon to clench it shut as he wiped himself clean of Spike’s seed with the back of his claw. Which didn’t wind up accomplishing much, the cum-covered claw unable to remove the evidence of his crime. Using his one good eye, he glanced down at his hand and watched as a line of seed connecting two of his claws broke apart and fell to the floor, wincing as it hit the ground with an audible splat.

Fizzle sighed. “I… I’m so sorry, Spike… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you…” Suddenly, the dragon was on his knees next to Spike, clasping his claw with his own, sticky one as he pleadingly stared into his eyes. “Please! Please don’t hate me! I… I don’t…”

Fizzle clenched his eyes and turned away, unable to finish his plea before breaking down from the swirling emotions in his head.

Spike, body still recovering from his unexpected run-in with the world of alcohol, began to feel something against the base of his tail. Or, as he focused on the sensation some more, he felt something in the base of his tail.He started to turn himself over, stopping with a gasp as something rubbed against his insides. Turning towards his friend, he followed the trail of Fizzle's arm down until it disappeared beneath his balls.

“F-Fizzle? Do you have a claw up my ass?”

With a roaring blush on his cheeks, Fizzle turned his attention towards Spike’s crotch and gasped as he saw the dragon’s seed-slicked sac resting atop his claw, one of his talons missing inside of his friend’s body. He gasped, pulling the claw out of his friend’s tailhole with a faint popping sound and a gasp from the dragon in reply. “I’m so so so sorry, Spike!”

Spike, if he had been looking up at Fizzle’s face, would have noticed the tears starting to form in his friend’s eyes. Instead, as Fizzle backed away, his gaze had been drawn to the bright-red spear of flesh that swung into view, a stark contrast to the bright-pink scales that covered the dragon's belly and shapely balls. Surprisingly, instead of finding himself repulsed at seeing another male's junk up close, he felt his own dragonhood start to stir as images from his slowly-fading dream came to him in waves.

“Hey… Hey, Fizz…”

Fizzle opened his eyes and wiped away a tear. “W-what?”

Wearily lifting a claw, Spike pointed between Fizzle’s legs. “You have a boner.”

Fizzle blushed as he looked below his waist, bringing down both of his claws over his crotch in order to try and preserve his modesty. The leaking tip of his cock slipped between his hands, greeting Spike with another lustful quiver and a line of pre that glistened in the moonlight. “Oh! I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry Spike! I’ll just… I’ll go to my room! If you don’t want to stay here, that’s perfectly reasonable, but I won’t bother you if you do! I’m really, really sorry about this!”

Spike, eyes still glued on the draconic dick but a few short feet away, felt his balls start to churn once more as the phantom sensation of a talon beneath his tail slowly faded away. “Hey, Fizzle…”

The dragon in question stopped halfway to his bedroom, embarrassingly turning towards his friend still lying on his couch. It took Spike a moment to form the words, but when he did, he felt his dragonhood lurch against his stomach in lust.

“You want some help with that?”