“...and then I used my fire breath to try and melt the ice!”
Spike brought his tale to life with an exhale of flame, illuminating the group of wide-eyed dragons around him in green as the fire licked at the stone ceiling overhead. He smiled as they ooo-ed and ah-ed at the theatrics, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head as one gave him a short round of applause. While he loved to talk about how he had heroically saved everypony at the Equestria Games, he was used telling it to ponies, not a group of dragons who, last time he met them, had chased he and his friends through a forest fully intent on some grade-A dragon violence.
A lanky purple dragon to his right, face all but obscured by his much-too-long head of hair, leaned forward and smiled. “Woah... Dude, that’s crazy…”
Word had spread throughout Equestria like wildfire that The Great and Honorable Spike the Brave and Glorious had saved the ponies of the Crystal Empire from certain doom. Again. News outlets across the nation were quick to pick the story up, happy to have something to write about that didn’t involve either an evil super-villain looking to destroy the world or the usual six ponies who wound up beating the latter up with magical rainbows and the power friendship.
Twilight, the closest thing to a motherly figure he had in his life, was more than happy to share snippets from such newspapers with him, so often enough that he almost got sick of all the extra attention from the press. Well, not so much the attention, but all the paper clippings that sometimes got in the way of a stray fire breath or two were certainly annoying. Sometimes he wondered what Celestia thought about all the random strips of paper praising his heroics she got, but most of the time he chose to just not worry about it too much.
What Twilight hadn’t been giddy about was the crude writings of a teenage dragon coming in through the mail one day. And what she REALLY wasn’t giddy about was the invite that came along with it, asking Spike if he wanted to come over sometime and hang out. Surprisingly even the normally reclusive dragons had heard of Spike’s exploits and, apparently, saving a bunch of ponies from a giant ice blob of death came with its perks. Or, at least, as much of a perk as having your “badassness multiplied by, like, eleven, dude”, as the dragon who wrote the letter had put it, was.
Yet as Twilight thought on it more and more as the days passed by, she began to warm up to the idea of giving the group of dragons another chance. She figured that, if Discord got one, some immature teenagers they had only met once before should, too. Plus, it was another chance for Spike to get closer with his own kind, which would both give him other dragons to talk to and also give her more to study. It was a win-win! So, it was with a big, happy grin that Twilight gave Spike permission to go and meet with the dragons a second time, even helping him make the trek with free airfare provided by Twilight Airlines.
Even if, up until that point, she hadn’t even told Spike about the letter.
Oh well, at least she had taken the time to fill him in during the flight. Spike figured it would be kinda nice to try and reconnect with his own species. Again. Plus, he would get to tell his cool story to somedragon who had never heard his slightly over-exaggerated side of it before! It was a win-win! So, it was with a big, happy grin that Spike agreed with Twilight and, with simple instructions to contact her with his magical fire burps should anything go wrong or if he wanted to come home, he stepped down into dragon territory for only the second time in his life. With one last, quick hug goodbye, Spike was left alone as Twilight flew off back towards home.
Which eventually led to now, him surrounded by teenage dragons listening to his mostly truthful story with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
“So, like, did it work? Or was, like, the ice too big and it fell down and squished you?” The larger-than-normal brown dragon smashed his fists together, making some rather childish sound effects for what Spike assumed to be him being 'squished' by the ice.
Garble suddenly punched him in the arm, hard enough to make Spike wince even from afar. “Idiot. If it squished him, how would he be here to tell us about it?”
The dragon frowned, rubbing the spot of impact with a big, clawed hand. “Oh… oh yeah…”
The white, thinly-built dragon just in front of him, whose name Spike remembered was along the lines of Fuzzle or something, leaned in, fully enraptured by Spike’s story if his shimmering eyes were any indication. “W-what happened next?”
Spike grinned. “Well, with a perfect mix of incredible strength" - he flexed his muscles, or at least what little he had - "and a masterful technique I've honed through years of practice" - he put his hands on his hips and struck a heroic pose - "I was able to melt the giant block of ice into water and saved everypony from certain doom!”
“Wow… that's so cool!”
Spike's cheeks lit up in a blush. Not from the compliment, but from who had given it to him. He wasn’t even sure what her name was, but the white dragoness with purple spines to his right had already left quite the impact on his thoughts. Until then, the only thing that caused his heart to flutter in his chest was Rarity, the gorgeous white mare with the beautifully flowing purple mane back in Ponyville. Yet now, with a simple glance at the dragoness out of the corner of his eye, blood rushed into his cheeks as he saw how the glowing lights in the cave reflected off her pristine white scales and how the purple spines running down her back perfectly complimented her violet eyes.
Spike rubbed the back of his head, staring at anything but her in the hopes of quieting the hammering of his heart. “Y-yeah… it was p-pretty cool, wasn’t it…”
He looked around at the vast expanse of Garble’s cave, one that he assumed was quite an impressive household in dragon terms judging by the size of it. No Castle of Friendship, or course, but for a big hole in the side of a mountain it was rather... nice. They currently sat in the middle of what Spike figured was a living room of sorts, with Garble and the dragoness sitting on a long, stone couch to his left as the rest of the dragons sat on stools to form a semi-circle around their guest of honor.
Fidgeting on the cold, hard surface of his own seat that was far from the luxury he was used to back at home, Spike wracked his brain for anything to break the sudden awkward silence with, the group of dragons all expectantly waiting for their new hero to say something 'cool' or 'rad'. A loud rumble coming from the left would prove to be his saving grace, tearing everydragons’ attention away from him and moving it towards the now blushing brown dragon sitting next to the couch.
Garble rolled his eyes, sighing as he stood up and made his way to a hole in the wall Spike assumed led to a bedroom of some kind if the 'KEEP OUT: GARBLE'S PLACE' etched into the wall above it was any indication . “Well, seeing as SOMEDRAGON is hungry" - the dragon in question sheepishly rubbed the back of his head - "I guess I’ll share some of my awesome hoard with the rest of ya.” Garble glanced back into the room towards Spike, a small grin on his face. “Any preferences, dude?”
“Uh…” It took him a moment to register what Garble had said. It certainly was a far cry from the drake he had first met way back during the Great Dragon Migration, what with the dragon not wanting to beat him up and all, but it was certainly a change he was most thankful for.
He gave Garble a weak smile in return. “Some sapphires would be, uh… rad?”
The red dragon gave him a toothy grin and a quick thumbs up before disappearing behind the stone wall to the other room. The rest of the dragons stood and began mingling amongst themselves, some even giving Spike a pat on the back in passing as they mentioned how cool it was to have The Great and Honorable Spike the Brave and Glorious visiting.
Spike smiled. Maybe he really could befriend these dragons…
Spike tapped his chin a couple times, sighing as nothing came to mind. “I don’t know. What?”
Fizzle chuckled. “A cheetah!”
"Hah! Good one!" Spike chuckled at the terrible joke, sighing happily as he sat and watched the rest of the dragons mingle inside Garble’s cave. The day had gone quite well; good food, good drink, some rather fun dragon games he had never played before, and, surprisingly, pretty good company. Especially Fizzle. He had gotten to know the white dragon rather well over the course of the afternoon, maybe even enough that he could truly call him his first dragon-friend.
He nudged Fizzle in the side with an elbow. “I gotta tell Twilight that one!” Their giggles gradually faded away into a comfortable silence, the two dragons watching Garble and the dragoness Spike now knew as Diamond talking over by the drinks. While he harbored certain... feelings towards the dragoness, he hadn't yet mustered up the courage to actually go speak with her himself. It didn't help that Garble always happened to be around her, a fact which made talking to her all the more difficult.
He sighed, watching her graceful moves from afar with half-lidded eyes and a fluttering heart. “Celestia above… she’s amazing!”
“Who?”
Spike nearly choked on his own spit when Fizzle suddenly replied, believing he had kept his long-range adoration to himself. After clearing his throat and taking a moment for the embarrassed blush on his face to fade away, he took a sip of the ‘special drink’, or so their host had called it, that Garble had prepared for the party and glanced over towards Fizzle. The dragon seemed almost… disappointed, in what Spike did not know, but the cheery look on Fizzle’s face had certainly been dampened by something he had said.
As quickly as Spike had seen it, the frown on Fizzle’s face had disappeared and had been replaced with a rather fake-looking smile. “Oh, Diamond? Yeah, she’s okay.”
Spike once again had to take a moment not to do a spit-take. “Okay?! She’s gorgeous!”
Fizzle winced, covering up his discomfort with a shrug. “Eh, I guess.” He noticed the incredulous look on Spike’s face, a rather vibrant blush growing across his white scales as he stumbled with his words. “U-uh, I m-mean... w-well, she’s Garble’s girl s-so… you know.”
Spike visibly deflated, even more so when, as he turned to look at the pair across the room, Garble wrapped an arm around the dragoness’s shoulder and got a kiss on the cheek in return. “Oh…” His frown deepened when Garble reached down and tapped the female on the ass, causing Diamond to jump up in surprise before she weakly hit her drakefriend in the shoulder, both dragons chuckling as they embraced once again.
Frowning at seeing his friend so down in the dumps, Fizzle comfortingly draped an arm around Spike’s shoulders and gave him a friendly shake. “Eh, don’t worry about it dude. Plenty of dragons in the sky.” Luckily for him, Spike was far too focused on feeling sorry for himself else he might have noticed the bright blush turning his white scales pink from the close quarters contact with another dragon. Especially one as good looking as Spike...
Fizzle shuddered as he gently rubbed his claw against the dragon’s smooth purple scales, masking his more selfish desires as an act of friendly reassurance. ‘Wow, they're so soft… must be that pony ‘conditioner’ he was talking about…’
Spike tilted his head back as he ruefully knocked down the rest of his drink, covering his mouth as a belch came back up his throat in reply. “Ugh… what’s in this stuff? I’m starting to feel a little… woozy…”
Fizzle regretfully let his arm fall back to his side to glance at the table behind them, gasping as he saw the absurd number of glasses sitting empty as a testament to how much his friend had already consumed. “Crap, dude! How much have you had!?”
Spike’s arm shot out to keep himself upright, a sudden surge of dizziness nearly knocking himself off his feet as the sapphires he had so happily consumed earlier in the day started to do backflips inside his stomach. “Uhhh… w-why? W-what…?” Nausea began to build in his throat, and as the room began to spin uncontrollably around him only one thought came to mind.
‘I should probably send a letter to Twilight.’
He got up from his seat, standing on wobbly feet for a moment in order to center himself before, with the utmost confidence as the room finally stopped spiraling around him, he made a step towards the mouth of the cave. That’s as far as he could make it as, quite suddenly, the ground decided to greet his face like a long lost friend and embraced his body in its cold, hard grasp.
He gave the stone floor a couple friendly pats with a claw, loving how the cooler dirt and rock felt against his suddenly much-too-hot body. ‘Oh… hi ground… how’re you doin? Oh, I’m not doin sho good, thanksh for askin...’
His new-found friend was suddenly ripped away from him as Fizzle hoisted him back up onto his feet, wrapping an arm around his midsection to help him keep his balance. Even if he did want to talk some more with the nice ground.
Garble turned at the sudden commotion and laughed, walking up to Spike and giving him a playful slap on the back that nearly knocked him over. “Hot damn, dude! You’re totally wasted!”
Spike glanced up at the three Garble’s before him, shaking his head to clear his vision and immediately regretting it as the urge to vomit got even worse. “W… wayshted? Huh…?”
Fizzle rolled his eyes as Garble let out a hearty chuckle. “Told you not to put alcohol in the drinks…”
Garble returned the eye-roll, wrapping an arm around Diamond's waist as she walked up to his side. “Pff, you’re always such a buzzkill, Fizz.” He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, grinning as he pulled away and let his hand fall to her ass. "You gotta learn to live a little!"
Fizzle blushed and averted his gaze as Diamond gasped, sighing to himself as Spike frowned and nearly collapsed beside him. “Yeah, whatever…” He glanced at his friend, the dragon just about ready to topple over even with the extra support he was providing. “Hmm… I don’t think he can make it home like this…”
Wracking his brain for ideas, the image of Spike staying the night with him made his cheeks warm up enough that his entire face had surely turned pink. Turning away from the frisky duo of Garble and Diamond in the hopes they wouldn’t notice his embarrassment, he walked towards the mouth of the cave with Spike in tow and called out, “I’m gonna take him back to my place to crash for the night. C’ya guys later…”
He didn’t stay long enough to hear Garble’s reply, walking out into the crisp night air with his near-comatose buddy resting against his side. “Alright, Spike, come on. Let's get you to bed.”
Spike started to giggle to himself, patting Fizzle on the back even as he stumbled across the rocky terrain surrounding Garble’s lair. “Heh… I like shleepy times… ha… shleepy shleepy shleepy... heh heh...”
Fizzle chuckled. “Yeah, I’m sure you do Spike.” He caught the dragon as Spike tripped over a stone, the purple drake still laughing his ass off beside him as they walked down the row of caves towards his home.
He looked up at the moon hanging high above in the night sky, smirking to himself at the situation he suddenly found himself in. ‘Well, not EXACTLY how I thought the party would go -’ He turned towards Spike and smiled as the dragon tried to kick a small rock, nearly falling over himself when he missed. ‘- but it certainly was fun, at least…’
After a final near-faceplant by the drunken dragon, the pair reached the mouth of Fizzle’s cave-home and made their way inside. Fizzle brought Spike over towards the stone couch sitting in his living room, laying the giggling dragon down with his head resting against the arm of the couch and smiled as his friend immediately began to stretch himself out.
“Alright, Spike, you need some blankets or a pillow or something?”
Spike continued to chuckle for a moment, right up until a sudden pressure built in his chest and came out as a rather loud belch. A magical shot of flame came from his lips, coalescing into a rolled up piece of parchment that fell to the dirt floor of the cave.
Spike moaned, clutching his belly as he brought a fist up to cover his mouth. “Ugh… Spikey-wikey don’t feel too good…”
Fizzle leaned down and grabbed the letter, unrolling the parchment and silently reading it to himself. He glanced over at Spike as he finished, worriedly watching the dragon writhe in sickness on his couch. “Uh… it’s from a ‘Twilight Sparkle’. She’s wondering where you are. What should I tell her?”
Spike closed his eyes, mumbling underneath his breath as he slowly succumbed to a drunken slumber. “Jusht… just tell her I’m stayin over at Fizzle-wizzle’s... “ That was all he could get out, his statement ending with a loud snore as he finally lost consciousness and his body went slack.
Fizzle blushed at the nickname, watching the dragon sleep for a moment before making his way over to a small stone desk by the entrance to the cavern. Grabbing a shoddy piece of paper and a half-broken quill he had found in the middle of the road several months ago, he dipped his crude writing utensil in a special blend of mud and water he had made himself and began to scratch out a rather simple message to send back to the worried mare. It wasn’t long before his well thought-out letter was written, and with a short blast of flame to dry it he rolled it up and bound it with some frayed rope one of his dragon neighbors had thrown out.
He walked back over to the dragon now snoring on his couch, wincing at the surprisingly loud noises the rather small drake could make. “Spike? You awake? I need you to send this letter back to Twilight. She’s probably worried sick about you!” He leaned over his body, checking for any signs that the dragon was still cognizant of his surroundings. He sighed, waving the parchment in front of his face in the hopes of getting a reaction from his slumbering friend. “Spike? Hello-OH!”
Suddenly, Spike’s mouth opened and let loose another booming belch that echoed off the stone walls of his home. He had to quickly back away as a blast of green fire raced towards his face, luckily able to avoid any serious damage to his body, but only just. At least until a sudden bite of pain against his claw made him drop the parchment, which burnt away into a magical dust that flew out the mouth of the cave before the letter could even touch the floor.
He shook his claw for a moment, lifting it up to his face and blowing on where Spike’s magical flame had seared his scales. He sighed in relief as he noticed the magical mishap hadn’t done any real damage, and as he turned to his sleeping friend he frowned at the smirk on Spike’s face. “Well, THAT didn’t go as planned… Whatever, hopefully this Twilight pony gets it…”
Twilight paced back and forth in her bedroom, worriedly waiting for a reply from her missing number one assistant. While it had only been a minute or so since she sent her letter, she could already feel an ice cold terror start to build in her chest. Just as she turned towards the window and charged her horn, ready to teleport away and find her missing friend, a loud, magical pop sounded above her head. She glanced up, just in time for a roll of paper to fall and gently boop her in the nose before gently drifting to the floor.
Blinking in surprise, she grabbed the letter with her magic and, cutting the rope binding it together with a quick flick of the horn, she unrolled it and began reading it to herself.
Dear Twilite,
Spike is fine.
He’s drank drunk.
Stayin nite with me.
Fizzle-wizzle.
Twilight’s face scrunched up, trying her best to read the rather messy handwriting that was most certainly not the flowing cursive of Spike’s immaculate penmanship. Reaching the end of the rather crude letter, she stood there thinking to herself for a moment. “Well, at least Spike’s okay…”
And then, her eyes widened.
“Wait… Spike’s DRUNK?!”
Fizzle glanced at the dragon on his couch, frowning at the pained expression on Spike’s face as his friend tried to rest off the abundant amounts of alcohol in his system. With a sigh he made his way to his bedroom, moving a rather large boulder pressed up against the wall to reveal a small, closet-like inlet full of gems, knick-knacks, and various items for day-to-day life. Rummaging around a bit, blushing as he passed some of the more provocative items he used to take care of himself whenever he was hot and bothered, he eventually found a decent-looking blanket and a pillow that would surely offer more comfort than the cold, hard surface of the couch for his recovering friend.
Making his way back into the living room, he unfurled the blanket and fluffed the pillow up as much as he could as he turned around the corner. “Alright Spike, this is the best I can find. I guess it’ll have to… do…”
As he made his way to the other side of the couch and saw his friend, he found himself immediately frozen in place. Spike was still sleeping on the couch, the pained expression on his face now replaced with a rather warm smile as the dragon, apparently, dreamed away his drunken problems. It was what was between his legs, however, that had Fizzle’s full attention.
Spike’s fully engorged draconic cock, pointing straight up towards the stone ceiling in all of it’s throbbing glory as it oozed a thick line of pre down to the meaty orbs of his balls.
Fizzle licked his lips. “Whoa…”
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?”
“Wh-what?”
Spike tore his gaze away from Fizzle’s crotch and looked him right in the eyes, blush blazing across his cheeks as he licked his suddenly dry lips. “Do you want some help with that?”
Fizzle didn’t know how the blush on his face could be so bright with all the blood in his body between his legs, but he was pretty sure the heat resonating from his cheeks could just about melt solid stone. “Are… are you serious?” He let his hands fall to the side, revealing his engorged pride in all its pulsing glory as he watched Spike sit up on the couch and scooch over to the edge in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
Spike, eyes once again falling to the tasty morsel of masculinity now hanging just a few short feet away from his face, watched as a thin line of pre leaked from its tip and dribbled down to the floor. His own cock, now resting atop his balls as they hung over the edge of the couch, replied with a throb and a dribble of its own as it began to engorge with blood. “Yeah…” He absentmindedly licked his lips again, a motion not missed by the other dragon in the room. “I’d say I’m okay with it… Nothing wrong with helping out a friend, right?”
Between Spike’s movements and the ever-growing shaft between his legs, Fizzle couldn’t discount the fact that his friend certainly seemed eager. “O-okay… what…” - He nervously tapped two of his talons together, shyly looking away from the dragon with a blush on his cheeks - “What do you want to do?”
Spike slowly drank in the sight of his bashful friend, swallowing the sudden buildup of spit in his mouth as he traced the near-feminine curves of the dragon’s lithe form. Reaching Fizzle’s eyes, he blushed and sheepishly waved him over with a claw as his own cock reached full-mast between his legs. “Well… how about -” His cheeks brightened as he pointed towards Fizzle’s crotch, both dragonhoods in the room quivering in perfect synchronization “- I start by returning the favor...”
Fizzle’s mind went blank. Or, at least, the one in his head did. The brain below his waist was quite pleased with the proceedings and let it known with a hearty throb of his dick and another dollop of pre-cum from his balls. So, with his actual brain unable to conjure up much in the form of thought, he let his libido take over as it guided him over towards his offering friend on the couch. “Well… o-okay… but only if you-ooooh…”
Spike silenced his friend by wrapping one of his claws around the base of his draconic member. Turning it left and right, lifting it up and dropping it down, Spike waggled Fizzle’s rod around like a magician’s wand as he got his first good look at somedragon else’s dick.
The shaft looked much like his own did, if only slightly larger to match his friend’s taller frame and bright-red rather than purple. The tip tapered off into a point, one which widened into quite a thick slab of dragon meat by the time it reached the base. Just below it hung the dragon’s balls, two well-rounded spheres that dangled between his legs in a sac that matched the bright pink scales running down his stomach.
Spike’s mouth watered as he watched the intricate veins running up the shaft throb along with his friend’s heart, the dragonhood flexing in the palm of his hand as if to show off its impressive virility. He simply sat there with it in his grasp for a moment, mind having troubles wrapping around the idea that he had another male’s dick in his hand for the first time in his life. “Wow, it’s so... big...”
Fizzle smiled, sheepishly rubbing the spines on the back of his head as he watched Spike acquaint himself with his penis. “Heh… uh, thanks…”
Spike glanced up, wonderment in his eyes and a blush on his cheeks as his hand began to slowly rub the bottom half of the shaft. “Have you ever… you know… done any of this before?”
Fizzle gasped as Spike squeezed the base of his dragonhood, sending a sharp pang of pleasure all the way from between his legs straight up his spine and into his head. “Ah! Uh, n-no… well, other than…” - He licked his lips, the taste of Spike’s dragonhood still fresh in his mind - “You know…”
“Hmm…” Spike leaned in, inquisitively sniffing around the leaking tip of Fizzle’s cock to sample his scent. “How… how does it taste?”
Fizzle began to pant, heart beating a mile a minute as he felt each exhale of warm breath from the dragon between his legs brush across the sensitive underside of his penis. “Uhm… it’s hard to describe…” He blushed and nervously tapped a claw against his side, unsure if he should be doing anything with his hands as his friend experimented with his body. “I… I liked it…”
Spike nodded, eyes crossed as he watched another pearlescent drop of pre fall from the tasty looking tip. “O-okay… here we go...”
He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as he closed the inch or so gap between his lips and his friend’s rod. Wearily extending his draconic tongue from his mouth, he flicked it down and then back up to drag it across the underside of Fizzle’s cock...
He immediately did it again. And then he did it again, and again, and again, slurping the bottom of his friend’s dragonhood like it was a lollipop to bathe his tastebuds in its exotic flavor. It was an amazing blend of tastes, ranging from an earthy-ness that reminded him of the finest rubies he had ever sampled to a slight undercurrent of saltiness that made his mouth water and his mind cry out for more.
Where before he had imagined that licking another male’s crotch would be somewhat demeaning, Spike felt a strange sense of happiness as he enthusiastically serviced his friend. Each drag of his tongue was rewarded with a gasp or a groan, a kind of instant gratification he couldn’t remember getting from anything else. The kind of gratification that, if the rock-hard erection between his legs was any indication, was something he was more than excited to earn more of.
He glanced up just as he dragged his tongue right across the tip of Fizzle’s cock, watching the dragon’s face twist up in pleasure as the forked tip flicked up another dollop of dragon pre. A smile slowly broke out across his lips as he repeated the maneuver and got a low, guttural groan in reply, blushing as his friend glanced down at him with a gaping mouth and lust-filled eyes.
He pulled away, tongue circling around his lips with a lewd slurp to pick up any leftovers from his impromptu meal. “Mmm… is that...” He brought a claw up between his friend’s legs, cupping the smooth orbs dangling between his thighs and jostling them around to get a feel for their impressive weight. “Is that okay?”
Fizzle, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with bliss, opened his lips and, with a heated whisper, gave the command Spike wanted to hear more than anything else in Equestria at that very moment.
“Spike… please…”
With a smile, Spike nodded and went back to work.
He started by returning to the tip, licking up the surprising mess of pre that had already gathered in the few seconds he had been fondling his friend’s balls. Once thoroughly cleaned, he moved his claw up and lifted the impressive length up into the air, moaning as he felt the weight of it pushing against the palm of his hand. He darted in to lick at its base with lashing strikes of his tongue, going low enough to swipe across the pink jewels hanging between the dragon’s legs and smiling as his friend gasped in reply.
He let the warm shaft fall flat against his face as he dragged his forked tongue back to the tip, moaning as its heat seeped into his scales and a slick line of pre greeted him at the top by smearing across his cheek. His eyes met Fizzle’s once again, blush perfectly matched by the one turning his friend’s white scales pink as he lovingly nuzzled the dragon’s shaft with the side of his face.
Fizzle panted, heart hammering in his chest as he stared into Spike’s lust-hungry eyes and moaning as he saw a line of his own seed sparkling in the moonlight on his friend’s cheek. “Ohhh… Spike…”
With a breathy groan Spike pulled back and opened his lips, wrapping his long, thin tongue around the tapered tip of Fizzle’s dick before drawing it forward and sealing it within the prison of his mouth. From the taste that flooded his mouth to the warm weight that settled against his tongue, the sensations swirling around inside of his head were enough to bring a blissful warmth to his cheeks and a fluttering to his heart as he began to give his first ever dragon-friend his first ever blowjob.
Fizzle, mouth open and tongue lazily hanging out as he panted in bliss, brought a hand up and clasped it around Spike’s cheek, slowly rubbing the side of his friend’s face as the dragon surrounded his cock in an all-consuming warmth. “Mmph… you’re amazing, Spike...”
Spike moaned around the first couple inches of his friend’s cock, vibrating the entire shaft that he continued to slowly cram between his lips and sending a spark of pleasure down to the dragon’s bouncing balls below. He moaned as his chin pressed into them, nose mashed up against the white scales lining the dragon’s belly as he took the entire length into his mouth in one go. It was a surreal experience, having such a thick rod of flesh pressed against the back of his throat, but it was one that filled him with a strange sense of pride over being able to manage it without a problem on his very first try.
Fizzle’s body tensed up as his cock flexed inside of its fleshy new home, eyes wide as he gazed at the spot his dragonhood had just been bobbing in the air but a few short moments ago. “Mmph… ooohhh, wow…”
Reaching down between his legs to wrap a claw around his own needy length, Spike began to pull his head away from his friend’s lap while lashing his tongue out at each and every inch of cock-flesh that escaped from between his lips. As soon as he had nothing but the tip left inside his mouth he glanced up to meet Fizzle’s eyes with his own, blushing at the look of pure pleasure on his friend’s face that he himself was most certainly the cause of.
With a moan from both dragons, Spike pushed his way back down to the base of Fizzle's cock to repeat the cycle, pressing his nose into his friend's soft scales to fill his lungs with the dragon's scent before pulling back to twirl his tongue around the sensitive tip of his cock. After only a few passes he had built up a steady rhythm, rocking himself back and forth between his own hand even as he gurgled around his friend’s rock-hard rod, loving the noises he could bring out of the dragon with the faintest flicks of his tongue.
Fizzle could feel his legs start to shake as a familiar tingling sensation started to build in his balls. He moved his claw on Spike’s cheek behind the dragon’s head, using it to both keep himself upright as his legs began to wobble and to take control of the pace. Leaning over and placing his free hand on the back of the couch, he began to rock his hips into Spike’s face to really drive himself between the dragon’s plush lips. Each time his cock would slam forward to tap the back of his friend’s throat he felt his orgasm take another step closer, body tensing up as it prepared itself for an explosive climax.
“S-Spike… I’m close…”
Spike's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let Fizzle take full control, letting his whole body go limp for the dragon to use at his leisure. Yet, as Fizzle’s thrusts picked up enough speed to slap the dragon’s heavy pink orbs into his chin, he began to feel a nagging sensation at the back of his mind. An image from his dream, or, more importantly, a sensation from his dream that slowly made its way to the forefront of his consciousness...
...as he felt something prod at the hole just beneath his balls, he felt his churning orbs pull up as they began to unload…
Spike had to quickly release his cock as it lurched in his hand, hoping to hold off another mind-shattering climax that would surely coat the floor of his friend’s home with streaks of his seed. Instead, he brought both hands up to once again cup the scaly sac hanging between Fizzle’s thighs, feeling the weight of the dragon’s impressive load brewing inside of them as they swung to and fro. The memory from his dream still fresh in his mind, Spike began to imagine that the hardened length thrusting between his lips was thrusting someplace else on his body...
Someplace a little more south than his mouth.
Spike pushed on Fizzle’s hips, ceasing the dragon’s thrusts and slipping his spit-slicked shaft from his mouth with a lewd slurping sound. He had to quickly duck out of the way as the dragon continued to thrust in a lustful daze, sliding the wet shaft across his cheeks and even up and over his forehead to leave streaks of white across his green spines. “Fizzle! Hold… hold up a second!”
Fizzle looked down and, upon seeing Spike with one eye open as a drop of pre rolled down the other, pulled away with a gasp. He was left standing there, dazed, confused, and horny as all Tartarus as Spike adjusted himself on the couch, dragonhood angrily throbbing between his legs as it was denied its impending climax. “Wh-what’s wrong? Was I going too fast? Too hard?”
Spike, turning around and crawling towards the opposite end of the couch on his hands and knees, looked over his shoulder and, as he gave Fizzle an unexpected show of wiggling his ass, smiled at the look of shock on his friend’s face. “Nah, don’t worry about it, dude. I just want to try something… a little different.”
Fizzle’s balls, so close yet so far away from unleashing his pent up seed, cried out for relief, pleading for their owner to hurry it up and bring them the satisfaction that they so desired. But, as Spike propped his head up against the foot of the couch and lifted his hind-end into the air, Fizzle mentally assured them that help would come soon enough.
Spike reached behind himself and gently cupped the smooth, scaly cheeks of his ass, pulling them apart to reveal the tight puckered hole hidden between them. He blushed as he watched Fizzle’s eyes zero in on a certain spot beneath his tail, the dragon’s red cock angrily throbbing between his legs as it saw its newest target. “I… I want to try this. If you w-want to, that is...”
Fizzle’s entire face went ruby red. His irises sunk to the size of pinpricks. His heart stopped within his chest. His cock continued to almost painfully throb between his legs, pointing straight out towards his friend as it demanded that he accept the dragon’s most gracious of offers. So, with a weak nod and a near-silent “Mhm…”, Fizzle made his way up onto the couch and sat down behind Spike’s rather chubby-looking booty.
His breath was once again taken away as his friend’s tail lifted up and over his back, revealing everything for him to peruse at his leisure. Between the purple scales covering Spike’s legs was a line of smooth, green ones, going from the back of the dragon’s dangling balls all the way up to the tip of his tail. Yet, right between those two points was a small ring of flesh nestled between the plump cheeks of the dragon’s ass that stole the entire focus of Fizzle’s attention.
He leaned down, reaching out with both claws to grab the cushiony mounds of purple ass-flesh and pulled them apart to get a better view of his soon-to-be target. Nestled right underneath where the dragon’s tail began was a small, dark hole where the green scales running down the center of his body turned into smooth, pinkish-purple flesh. It certainly seemed to be clean, and leaning in to sniff around the area helped confirm it, but when he glanced down between his legs and compared the size of his dragon-hood to the size of Spike’s dragon-hole a certain problem came to the forefront of his mind.
This was going to be one Tartarus of a tight fit, if he could even fit at all!
“Hmm…”
Spike glanced over his shoulder at Fizzle, absentmindedly swaying his ass back and forth as he nervously waited for his friend to continue. “Wh-what is it?”
Fizzle, still staring straight at the target beneath Spike’s tail, began tapping his chin with a claw in thought. “Hmm… what could I…”
Suddenly, he gasped as the spark of an idea lit in his mind. “Yeah… that might work! Uh...” - He blushed as he glanced up and saw the questioning look on his friend’s face, cheeks still tinged pink as he continued to absentmindedly knead a different pair of cheeks with his claws - “Uhm… h-hold up Spike, I gotta go get something…”
With that, Spike was left alone on the couch with his ass up in the air as Fizzle pulled away and ran into another room. It felt like he waited for his friend to return for ages, equal parts excited and apprehensive as he anxiously awaited his first time with another male. He was so distracted with his own claws, which he had begun to nervously pick at during the unexpected delay, that when Fizzle returned and gently pressed one of his hands against his bottom he yelped and nearly jumped away in fright.
Fizzle nearly jumped away as well, startled by Spike’s reaction and nearly dropping the small bowl he had retrieved from his room in fright. “Whoa! Sorry, Spike! I just needed to get something before we, uh… continued...” He turned his attention toward the bowl in his hand, absentmindedly swirling the thick, clear liquid around in the stone ceramic as he thought up a plan.
Spike, sighing as the sudden rush of adrenaline drained from his body, turned to look at Fizzle over his shoulder and glanced at what the dragon was carrying. “What’s that?”
Fizzle, turning to look at Spike and blushing as he saw the look of wonderment on his young friend’s face, reached into the bowl with two of his fingers and, after swirling the liquid around a couple of times to thoroughly coat them, pulled the now shining talons out and showed them to Spike. “It’s something we use to polish up our gems with, to make ‘em more pristine.” He smiled, embarrassedly glancing away from Spike as his clean hand rubbed the back of his head. “And, uh… one day, after using some, I figured out that it also works as a pretty good lubricant for, uh… other stuff.”
Spike matched Fizzle’s blush with one of his own as the image of his friend fingering himself with a talon flashed before his mind's eye, focus still set on the twin digits coated in whatever it was Fizzle wanted to use on him to help things down the road. “Oh… okay… sounds good.” He widened his stance, keeping his tail up and out of the way as Fizzle climbed back up onto the couch. “Ready when you are…”
Fizzle gulped as he sat back down behind his friend, placing the bowl between his legs as he used his unlubed hand to pull one doughy ass-cheek away from his intended target. “Alright…” He took one glance at the viscous fluid in the bowl and then another at the tight hole tucked up underneath Spike’s tail, absentmindedly licking his lips as he leaned forward towards his friend's ass. “Here goes nothing…”
It took a moment, but once Spike felt a hard talon prodding at his backdoor he gasped and let his head fall onto the arm of the couch. It was such a strange sensation. Good, but very, very strange.
A cooling sensation spread wherever the talon touched, his friend no doubt making sure to apply enough of his special lube to make his impending penetration as painless as possible. He gasped as Fizzle removed his claw from his butt-cheek, letting both mounds of his ass squeeze around the talon poking at his tailhole to lube the crack between them as well. Glancing down between his legs revealed that Fizzle’s hand had simply moved southward and was now busy lubricating the dragon’s own shaft, greasing up his tool of pleasure for the job to come.
Spike’s own dragonhood, dangling towards the couch between his legs, hadn’t softened in the slightest since starting and slowly drooled a line of pre onto the stone cushion beneath him. In fact, as Fizzle tapped the center ring of his ass hard enough to really let him feel it without letting the talon actually slip inside, he let out a soft groan as he watched it throb in need. “Ooohhh, wooow… that feels weird...” He licked his lips, moaning under his breath as his friend once again applied pressure to his asshole. “Mmph… weird, but kinda nice…”
Fizzle found himself unable to look away from his work, so focused on the soft ring of flesh he slowly drew circles around with the tips of his talons that he never even noticed that his tongue was lazily hanging out of his mouth. Within moments the tight hole had been thoroughly lubed, glistening in what little moonlight shone through the mouth of his cave home, but even then he continued to massage it with strokes of his well-lubed fingers. His mind began to fight with itself, unable to decide if he should take the rare opportunity to play with such a private part of another dragon’s body or, as he looked down at the slick spire of dragon-flesh between his legs, move on to bigger and better things.
His eyes slowly rose back up his friend’s body, stopping at the low-hanging fruits between Spike’s legs and the twitching purple penis that lay beyond them. His own cock quivered in his grasp as he slowly stroked himself, answering the throbs of his friend’s dragonhood with several of its own at it waited for its turn. His mouth began to water as he watched the dragon's two testicles tantalizingly sway back and forth as Spike began to slowly rocked his hips, and as he pulled his claw away to dip it back into his bowl of lube he closed his eyes and leaned in towards them.
Spike tensed up as something warm and wet pressed against the underside of his balls, lifting his sac as it made a trail up towards his taint before letting it drop back down as it pulled away. Turning over his shoulder revealed the tips of Fizzle’s pink spines peaking just above the curve of his tail between the crack of his ass, and he shivered as the strange sensation against the back of his sack returned. He groaned as the dragon wrapped his impressively long tongue around the top of his balls, lightly tugging them away from his body as he-
And then a talon was suddenly knuckles-deep inside of his ass.
“Ahhhh! Oooh… craaap....”
Fizzle unwrapped his tongue from his friend’s balls and smiled, only to stick his muzzle between Spike’s thighs as he reached out with his tongue to find the dragon’s cock. Even with his friend’s sack draped over his eyes his aim proved to be true, easily locating its slightly curved underside of the draconic dick with his tongue. It took only a couple licks to get it to twitch against the tip of his muzzle, and as his tongue reached out towards the tip he was rewarded with a long, drawn out moan from his friend that jostled the orbs draped over his muzzle.
He pulled away with a smile, only to have it turn bashful as he saw Spike staring down at him in awe. A blush broke out across his scales as he imagined what he must look like, a well-rounded pair of dragon balls laying flat against his forehead and a thick purple cock protruding from the top of his head.
He wiggled the lubed talon buried underneath Spike’s tail, grin growing in confidence as Spike groaned and the cock-head hanging just off the tip of his muzzle leaked a dollop of pre. “Is… is that okay? Does it…” He gulped as the ring of flesh clenched around his talon, cock twitching as it begged him to use it. “Does it feel good?”
Spike, adjusting himself before he collapsed from the wobbling in his hands and the shaking of his knees, glanced at the dragon tucked up underneath his crotch and, meekly biting his bottom lip, gave Fizzle a weak nod. A shocked yelp echoed off the walls of the cave as the talon immediately began to saw back and forth inside of him, pleasantly stretching out parts of his body that had never been touched by another dragon before.
Fizzle returned the nod, jiggling the orbs perched on top of his head as he parted with one last drag of the tongue down the entire length of his friend’s shaft. With a kiss goodbye to the back of Spike’s beautiful balls he picked himself up onto his knees, blushing as he saw the outer rim of his friend’s tight tailhole wrapped around his talon.
Fizzle’s eyes widened as he pulled his talon out, feeling the dragon’s backdoor squeeze around him as if trying to keep him inside. “Wow… you’re really tight down here…” He quickly re-lubed his fingers and sunk his middle talon back inside to the tune of a gasp from his friend, swirling it around Spike’s passage to stretch out his insides. “I-if any of this starts to feel bad-”
He was interrupted by a loud, near-shrieking moan as his talon brush against something inside Spike’s rectum, a button of some kind that, as he cautiously prodded at it with his finger, got an immediate reaction from his friend each and every time he touched it. A surge of lust coursed through his body as he tried to pull the talon away only to have Spike push his ass back to keep him inside, and as he reciprocated his friend’s demands by wedging a second talon past the outer rim of his ass to join the first he felt his cock lurch between his legs.
It was time.
Spike, hand over his eyes as he tried to cope with the incomprehensible amounts of pleasure racing through his body, let out a weak moan as Fizzle forcefully pulled his talons from his rectum with a slick pop. He started to almost hyperventilate as he felt Fizzle get into position behind him, and as the tip of his friend’s shaft poked at his well-lubricated tailhole he glanced over his shoulder and nodded.
Fizzle, hand wrapped around the base of his member to hold it precariously aimed at the small ring of flesh beneath his friend’s tail, returned the gesture and absentmindedly licked his lips. “Okay… here it comes…”
Spike, face torn between excitement and apprehension, widened his stance and took one last deep breath to ready himself for what was about to happen. “A-alright…”
Fizzle tore his gaze away from the tantalizing ring of flesh beneath Spike’s tail, frowning as he watched his friend blush and turn away as soon as their eyes met. He scrutinized the back of his friend’s head for a moment, tracing the green spines running down the dragon’s lithe body as a strange desire to watch his friend’s reaction to his first ever penetration brought a blush to his face and a surge of blood to his cock.
Using all of his willpower to not just give into his libido and ram himself inside all at once, he pulled his cock away from Spike’s anus and tapped him on the back with a talon. “H-hey, uh… Spike?”
Spike once again glanced over his shoulder, cheeks glowing as he anxiously waited to feel something warm and hard prod at his backdoor for the now-second-time in his life. “Y-yeah, Fizzle?”
Fizzle gulped. “Uh… c-could you, uhm… flip around? Like, onto your b-back…” He bashfully turned away, keeping his eyes from meeting with Spike’s. “I… I want to see you… when I… you know…”
Spike shivered at his friend’s words, cock almost slapping up into his stomach as his lust let its opinion on the matter known. “Oh… o-okay…”
Fizzle nodded, more to himself than his friend, and backed away as Spike flipped over onto his back with his head propped up against the arm of the couch. He kept his eyes on the treasures between his friend’s legs, watching as the dragon’s meaty cock and his low-hanging orbs bobbed back and forth as he moved. With a small plop that caused the dragon’s junk to erratically jiggle about Spike laid back and looked down at him, madly blushing as his entire body was left out in the open for him to gaze at with joy.
The thick muscle of Spike’s tail made a line of purple and green scales that pointed away from his body, and as Fizzle got into position by sitting back against it he felt the warmth coursing through his friend’s veins against his ass and the bottom of his balls. Crawling forward, Fizzle’s eyes locked with Spike’s as he reached down and cautiously lifted the dragon’s balls up and out of his way to once again reveal the tight ring of flesh beneath them. He gasped as he lined the tip of his cock up with his friend’s tailhole, lightly grazing it across the dragon’s scales to leave a thin line of pre that shined in the moonlight beaming in through the mouth of his cave home. “R-ready?”
Spike nodded, moaning as the thick rod of heat pressed harder against his virgin backdoor and begged him for entry into his body. “Y-yeah… I’m ready...”
Fizzle returned the nod, and with a little added pressure he felt the head of his cock slip inside and become enveloped in velveteen warmth.
His eyes clenched shut, his teeth grit together, and his legs began to shake as he sunk the first couple inches of his dragonhood into Spike’s quivering passage. Where having a claw or a tongue pressed against his dragonhood had been one thing, the constricting warmth pressing on all sides against his cock was something else entirely, sending sharp pangs of bliss up his spine that blurred his vision and nearly made him topple over off the couch. Yet even the mind-blowing amounts of pleasure sparking up every nerve in his body could not stop him from continuing his thrust, the tip of his draconic spear cutting through Spike’s insides like a knife through butter as he sunk his entire length inside the tight passage with one smooth, continuous push.
Only when his thighs pressed up against the dragon’s bubbly butt-cheeks did he relent, releasing a heavy sigh as, finally, the entirety of his length sat sheathed inside Spike’s ass. “Whoa…”
He heard a grunt in reply, opening his eyes to find Spike with his eyes clenched shut and face twisted up in discomfort. Fizzle leaned forward to reach out and ask how he was doing, but froze in place as something hard, warm, and wet poked him in the stomach. He looked down to find Spike’s cock standing tall between his legs, a thick line of draconic-pre connecting the tip of his friend’s shaft to the soft, pink scales of his stomach. He adjusted himself on top of Spike’s tail into a more comfortable position, eyes widening as he watched the dragon’s shaft twitch in reply and gasping as his own lurched inside of his friend’s warm body.
He glanced up at Spike’s face, blushing as he saw the dragon’s half-lidded eyes staring right back at his own. “Y-you good, Spike?”
Spike brought a claw up to his face and gently bit down on it, taking one last deep breath to psyche himself up before giving Fizzle a curt nod in reply. Fizzle took a shuddering breath of his own, reaching down with both hands to lift Spike’s legs up and over his shoulders to better angle his hips. He moaned as even the slightest of movements caused the soft flesh of the dragon’s insides to churn around his cock, a familiar tingling sensation already starting to build in his balls before he could even finish his first thrust.
“Whew… okay, here we go…”
Fizzle’s entire body tensed up as his hips began pulling away from the dragon’s cushiony bottom, dragging his cock from the vice-like grip of Spike’s backdoor into the crisp night air filling his home. The oil-based lube did its job to perfection, greasing the tight passage just enough to make the journey easy but not so much that it was frictionless against his dragonhood. In fact, it felt like his shaft was being subject to the most pleasurable of massages as the rim of Spike's anus squeezed around him.
He glanced down his body between the mounds of Spike’s ass, moaning as he saw the slickened flesh of his cock shining in the moonlight as it was slowly pulled from his friend’s body. When only the tip was left inside he reversed direction, head tilting back and eyes rolling into his skull as Spike’s body once again welcomed his member with open arms.
He kept his thrusts slow to start, both to give his friend time to adjust to his length and, perhaps more importantly, to keep himself from blowing his load too soon. Yet even with a steady pace he found himself building towards his climax, sweat forming on his brow as he focused on keeping himself going for a long as possible. For several minutes he went on, in and out and in and out over and over again, plunging his member balls-deep inside of Spike’s constricting passage before pulling out until just the tip was embraced in his warmth.
“F-Fizzle…”
He glanced up, blushing as he saw the heated look in Spike’s eyes. “Y-yeah…?”
Spike gasped as Fizzle stabbed his insides with his cock. “Faster… p-please…”
If Fizzle’s libido hadn’t already reached its limit, it had certainly reached it now...
“This had better be good…”
The purple dragon turned over his shoulder and waved for Garble to follow. “Trust me, dude, something gnarly is going on in there!”
The two dragons made their way down the row of caves towards their friend’s home, one much more excitedly than the other as they crawled over boulders and ducked beneath overhangs on their impromptu adventure. As they approached Fizzle’s cavern they began to hear a faint rhythmic noise in the still of the night air, a smacking sound that got louder the closer they got to their destination.
A sudden cry rang out in the darkness, shocking both dragons from their thoughts. “Oooooooo...”
Garble frightfully jumped behind a boulder, shaking as he ducked down to hide himself from whatever monster was apparently around the corner. “W-what was that!?”
He yelped as a claw wrapped around his shoulder, turning to find his friend hiding behind him. “See what I was s-saying, d-dude? Something’s going on in Fizzle’s p-pad! Something s-scary, man!”
Garble gave him a weak shove on the shoulder, hoping his friend didn’t notice his claw quivering in terror. “S-scary? Pff, I ain’t s-scared a’ n-nothi-”
Another cry rang out, this one louder than the last. “Ohhh!”
Garble jumped over to his friend, both dragons embracing as they tried to stay as still as possible. “C-crap! There it is a-again!”
The purple dragon, teeth chattering as he held onto Garble for dear life, glanced up at his friend with wide, frightened eyes. “T-t-told you, d-dude! Scary s-stuff!”
Garble, looking down at the dragon wrapped around his midsection, grimaced and shoved him away. “C-come on, man, we ain’t no namby-pampy p-ponies… we’re dra-”
“Ahhh…!”
Garble yelped. “Ah! What the fu- wait.” The fins on the side of his head perked up, flickering as they tried to pick up the voice over the slight breeze whistling past his head.
“Mmph… oh!”
Garble, turning towards his friend and laughing at the look of fear on his face, picked himself up and glanced towards Fizzle’s home. “Psh, come on, dude… that ain’t nothin’ scary! That’s just Fizzle!” He rubbed his chin in thought as another round of grunts reached his ears. “Hmm… sounds like he’s doing something rather physical…” A heated gasp echoed off the stone walls of Fizzle’s cave, flying into Garble’s ear-fins and lighting up the lightbulb inside his head. “Ah-ha! I think I know what’s going on!”
The purple dragon, still shaking as remained crouched down in fear, swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up at Garble. “Wh-what? What’s g-goin’ on?”
Garble slammed a fist into the palm of his claw, smirking in pride at having figured it all out. “He and Spike must be wrestling!”
The other dragon stood, a half-frightened, half-incredulous look on his face. “Huh? Why… why would they be wrestling?”
Garble rolled his eyes. “Come on, man, isn’t it obvious?” He waited for a reply, sighing as his friend simply continued to stare at him with wide, terror-filled eyes. “Spike comes here, having done all this awesome stuff, and becomes the dragon of the hour!” He shrugged his shoulders. “Not as awesome as me, obviously, but he totally shows up the rest of yah. So, Fizzle is challenging him to some feats of strength and stuff to show him that you guys are still cool! Like, he’s fighting for your radicalness and stuff!”
“Oh…” The purple dragon smiled, copying Garble’s move of slamming a fist into his other hand as everything clicked into place. “Yeah! That makes perfect sense!”
Garble chuckled to himself. “Well, duh… I am the one who said it! Of course it makes sense!” Tilting his head towards Fizzle’s home, he gave his friend a toothy grin. “Now, come on… we got a fight to watch!”
Fizzle let out another lust-tinged moan as he bottomed out inside Spike’s slick backdoor, a resounding clap reverberating off the rock walls of his cave-home as his thighs slapped into the dragon’s meaty ass-cheeks. He took a moment to recover from a sudden bout of lightheadedness, his body fighting itself to not answer the call of orgasm that tingled in his balls as he rotated his hips to churn up Spike’s insides with his cock.
“Mmm… wow… you feel amazing, Spike...” He made a short jab with his hips, pulling out only an inch or two of his cock before he thrust back forward to slap his balls into the base of his friend’s wide hips.
Spike gasped, the talon in his mouth pulling away as he slammed a fist into the stone cushion beneath him. “Ohhh f-fuck…”
Fizzle, eyes clenched shut as his hips began to pump back and forth once again after his short reprieve, leaned over Spike’s body while lifting the dragon’s rear higher up into the air. His eyes slowly opened, locking with his friend’s before, with a nod from the blushing dragon to answer his unspoken question, he started to use his new-found leverage to really pummel Spike into the cold, hard surface of his couch.
“Mmm!... Oh!... Ah!.... Mmph!...”
Spike, gasping with each of Fizzle’s Equestria-shattering thrusts into his body, wrapped his arms around his friend’s back and held on for dear life. He hissed as the dragon pummeling him into submission shortened his thrusts, trading the use of less of his length for greater speed and power. The clap clap clap of the dragon’s heavy balls slapping against the base of his tail was like music to his ears, a perfect accompaniment to the searing bursts of pleasure stabbing into his depths with each shove of dragon-cock into his backdoor. His eyes, barely open as he rode out the intense onslaught of pleasure on his body, locked in on the clenched up face of his friend. “F-Fizzle…”
Fizzle, snorting out a warm gust of air as his hips moved at a blistering pace below, didn’t spare a single glance towards the dragon impaled on his cock. He growled instead, a near-feral instinct coming to life at the back of his mind as he ravaged his friend’s willing tailhole like it was a dragoness-in-heat’s fertile pussy. “What?”
Suddenly, Spike moved his hands to the back of his head and, with a single, abrupt push, Fizzle gasped as he found his friend’s lips pressed against his own.
Twin draconic tongues shot out from their respective mouths and embraced each other, twirling around their slick counterpart as the two dragons made out on the couch like long-lost lovers. Heated moans were silenced between their mashing lips, Fizzle’s thrusts continuing on auto-pilot as he focused on mapping out every bump and crevice inside Spike’s mouth with his tongue.
They separated with a gasp, each dragon panting as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Spike would be the first to blink, moaning as the point of Fizzle’s fleshy spear ground against his prostate and forced more pre to leak from his cock. By that point most of his pulsing penis had been coated by his own fluids, leaving his shaft slickened as it slammed into his belly from the force of Fizzle’s thrusts. Even his balls, bouncing back and forth as the dragon rammed him with all his strength, now had a pre-induced shine to them that glistened in the moonlight as they danced between his legs.
Fizzle glanced between them as something warm and wet pressed against his stomach, moaning as he found his friend’s cock sandwiched between pink and light-green scales as it oozed dragon-seed onto their stomachs. Leaning back into more of a seated position with his friend’s ass in his lap, he brought a claw down and wrapped it around the dragon’s pulsing pride, pumping it in time with his thrusts. He moaned as, in response to the extra stimulation, Spike’s backdoor began to clench down on him that much tighter, squeezing his cock as if milking it for his seed.
Spike hissed at the extra stimulation, hips beginning to move on their own in time with Fizzle’s body-shaking thrusts. Each time his friend would pull back he would as well, knowing that as soon as the hot rod of pleasure tucked up underneath his tail almost slipped from his body his friend would shove it back inside to bless him with its presence. And when that happened, he would meet him halfway to really hammer the dragon’s dick home, completely addicted to how it would grind against his prostate each time it split him in two.
He opened his mouth, nothing but gasps escaping from his lips as he tried to get a word in edgewise against the never-ending waves of pleasure battering his mind. As Fizzle temporarily paused his thrusts to adjust his stance, Spike took the opening and did his best to speak his mind. “Fizzle…” He blushed as the dragon glared at him, the kind of heated look that said he was going to continue rutting him as hard as he could for as long as he wanted no matter what was about to be said. “Could you…” He looked away, hoping his friend wouldn’t notice how embarrassed he was over how good the sensation of having a dragon cock shoved up his ass felt. “Could you… go harder?”
A near-animalistic growl greeted Garble as he reached the mouth of Fizzle’s home, loud enough that he could feel it in his chest as it reverberated off of the earthen walls. He turned over his shoulder to glance at his friend, smiling as he saw the lanky purple dragon trembling several feet away behind him. “Pff, come on, ya big baby! That was obviously Fizzle!” He smirked as he heard Spike yelp in surprise. “And it sounds like he’s winning, too!”
His friend shivered as another groan came from the dark depths of his friend’s home, keeping his distance as he looked at the mouth of the cave as if it would open up and swallow him whole. “I d-dunno, man, s-sounds like something r-real gnarly is g-going on in there…”
Garble grinned. “Damn right something gnarly’s going on in there, and I’m going to go get a front row seat to the show!”
“W-wait-” The purple dragon sighed as Garble marched his way into the cave, waiting outside for a few seconds before, with a frightened jump as a long, drawn out moan reached his ears, he carefully made his way to the front of Fizzle’s home and walked inside.
It didn’t take him long to find Garble, what with the dragon having made only a couple steps into the cave and all, yet even when he did his fear did not abate. In fact, it only grew as he saw his friend hiding behind a large boulder by the entrance with wide, terror filled eyes and a mouth that hung open in shock.
He cautiously approached his friend from behind, hoping that whatever monster continued to grunt and gasp within the confines of Fizzle’s home didn’t hear his footfalls. “D-dude? What-” He froze as the ‘monster’ came into view, eyes widening as he watched Fizzle slam his hips into Spike’s writhing form over and over again as the two dragons fucked on the couch.
“Whoa…”
Spike’s cock began to leak a veritable river of pre as his balls started to work overtime on building his load. Fizzle’s own pair of draconic jewels, no doubt churning with his dragonic cream as well, swung back and forth like a pendulum between them, pulling away only to be shoved back forward to smack into his cheeks with a resounding slap.
He gasped as he felt his dragonhood throb against Fizzle’s claw, testicles pulling up towards his body as he approached his climax. “F-fuuuck… Fizzle, I’m- ah!” He clasped both hands around Fizzle’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as his body began to clench up around the dragon cock filling him to the brim. “I’m close!”
Fizzle growled, eyes shut in bliss as he focused on pounding the young dragon on his couch into oblivion. Spike’s velveteen insides hugged his shaft like a glove, parting for the spear-point of his cock with ease only to clench back down on the rest of his dragonhood as it slipped inside. The lube he had applied to his friend’s tailhole had, for the most part, been replaced with the copious amounts of pre his balls continued to churn out as they screamed at him for release. Both pink orbs continued to smash into the dragon’s ass like a pair of wrecking balls, the scales of his sac glistening in the light as they picked up whatever pre had leaked from Spike’s well-fucked ass to dribble onto the couch below.
The claw between Spike’s legs became a blur as Fizzle’s hips picked up the pace, both dragons hissing out their pleasure as they neared their respective peaks. Spike’s mouth hung open in a silent scream as each penis punch against his prostate shocked him to the core, vision blurring as his world was reduced to nothing but him, Fizzle, and the cold surface of the couch beneath him. Wanting to return some of the absurd amounts of pleasure his friend was oh so graciously providing him with, Spike used what little bit of his mind has not been lost in the tidal waves of pleasure battering his body to move his tail up towards the dragon's body.
Fizzle shivered as the spaded tip of Spike’s tail brushed against his balls, jostling the cum-filled orbs around for a moment and nearly sending him over the edge as it rubbed past them. It slowly made its way up the smooth scales of his perineum, sending shivers up his spine as it sensually grazed his pinkish scales in passing. His cock lurched inside of the dragon’s body as the tip pressed against his tailhole, the pressure racing down into his balls as they started to pull up towards his body-
And then the tip slipped inside, causing the two meaty orbs dangling between his legs to pull up off the soft scales lining the underside of Spike’s tail as they began to empty themselves of their creamy contents.
“F-fuck! Spike!” With a bestial roar, Fizzle pointed his head towards the ceiling and let out a small burst of fire, illuminating his home in pink as his cock throbbed and shot the opening salvo of his orgasm straight into his friend's bowels.
Spike’s gasped as he felt the pressurized blast slam against his prostate, painting both his insides and his vision in white as he felt his own cock lurch in Fizzle’s hand. By the time the second barrage of draconic seed had fired into his ass his own dragonhood began to let loose thick ropes of cum into the air, splattering the scales running down his chest with white globs of his own semen as he moaned in bliss.
Fizzle grit his teeth and growled as he felt the rim of Spike’s ass clench down on his shaft, squeezing around him hard enough that it almost hurt as he injected the dragon’s body with his freshly brewed cum. The feeling of something wet splattering across his stomach made him open his eyes and glance between their bodies, the sight of Spike’s cock spasming in his grasp causing the fire of his lust to blossom into an inferno as he groaned. He bent over, not flexible enough to reach his friend’s dragonhood but plenty enough to let him simply open his mouth and try to catch as much of the dragon’s salty-sweet seed as possible.
The familiar taste of Spike’s draconic cream coated his tongue and sparked something in the back of his mind. With a low, menacing growl his hips once again began to move, thrusting his throbbing cock in and out of his friend’s now cum-slickened backdoor even as it continued to blast the dragon’s bowels with seed. Lewd schlicks and schlurps rang off the rock walls surrounding them as thick wads of cum were forced to evacuate Spike’s passage to make room for Fizzle’s cock, splattering all over the dragon’s tail and Fizzle’s balls as even more puddled onto the couch below.
Fizzle winced as a dollop of seed arced through the air and struck him on the cheek, tongue lazily hanging out of his mouth as he panted in bliss. He gave his friend a final set of weak thrusts as the stores of seed in his balls finally dried out, moaning as he felt the warm cream he had already deposited inside of his friend’s body churn around his shaft.
With a pleasure-laced hiss he pulled his hips back, cock popping free of Spike’s still-clenching backdoor as he plopped down on the opposite end of the couch. Chest heaving as he tried to relieve the burning in his lungs, he glanced over at his friend and gasped as he saw the damage he had caused.
Splotches of Spike’s seed littered the dragon’s chest and belly, most notably where his slowly-deflating dragonhood now rested against his lower stomach. The dragon’s balls hung down low between his legs, yet they couldn’t shield the rivulets of cum slowly leaking from his used and abused tailhole from view as it pooled around his tail.
Even as the fog of lust lifted from his mind and was replaced with post-climactic bliss, Fizzle felt his cock throb between his legs as he looked over his friend’s body. And when Spike wearily lifted up his head, looked down at Fizzle and, upon seeing the heated stare that was being leveled at him, spread out his legs and reached between them to lift his balls and show his friend his tailhole to beckon him forward, he smiled.
Tonight was going to be a LONG night…
Garble could not look away as he watched Fizzle lean forward and grab onto Spike’s legs, once again lifting the smaller dragon’s rear into the air to line him up with his shaft. He stood there, silent past the panting breaths that escaped from his lips as his friend started to pound his hips into their newest buddy. In fact, the only part of his body that seemed to be able to move was the spire of dragon-flesh between his legs, throbbing in time with the smacks of flesh impacting flesh that rang in his ears each time Fizzle bottomed out inside of Spike.
At least until a purple claw suddenly waved in front of his face, nearly causing him to yelp as he jumped away in fright. “Wh-what!?”
His friend lifted a claw to his lips and began to slowly push him out of the cave. “Shh, man, can’t you see their bumping uglies?”
Garble smacked the dragon’s hand away, turning around towards the mouth of the cave as he blushed. “Yeah, of course I see that!” He turned to glance at the pair of moaning dragons over his shoulder, cheeks practically glowing in the dark as he saw Spike had crawled on top of Fizzle and was riding him like a bull. He picked up the pace, racing out of the cave and quickly turning the corner in the hopes that his friend wouldn’t notice his embarrassment. “C-can’t believe you interrupted me for this… this gay stuff, dude!”
The purple dragon caught up to him, blushing as he rubbed the back of his head. “Hey! I didn’t know that was what was happening! It’s not like I-”
Garble questioningly stared at his friend as the dragon frozen in spot. “W-what?”
His friend’s eyes slowly met his, cheeks on fire as he lifted a claw and pointed between his legs. “Dude, you have a boner…”
Garble glanced down and yelped as he saw his bright-red draconic shaft throbbing in the cool, night air. He turned away from his friend, putting on an act of false bravado as he crossed his arms. “Y-yeah, so what? L-like I said, you interrupted my fun with Diamond, s-so obviously I’m just a little… uhm… built up!” He turned and struck a pose, confident that his excuse more than made up for his condition. “Yeah, I’m just a little built up! I saw them, uh… doing gay stuff but I was thinking about Diamond the whole time!”
The purple dragon rubbed the back of his head. “I dunno, dude, you seemed pretty into it…”
Garble rolled his eyes and waved him off. “Psh, yeah right, like I’d ever be into a dude, dude. Did you forget who I am?” He spread his legs, showing off his pride in all its glory as it quivered between his legs. “I’m Garble! Dragonesses are always jumping at the chance to get with me! Doin’ dudes is for dudes who can’t get any vent!” He turned and waved for his friend to follow. “Now c’mon, let’s get away from all this gayness and head back home! I got some real tail waiting for me!”
He took a couple steps and then paused, not hearing his friend’s footfalls falling in behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing the purple dragon still standing in the same spot as he twiddled his thumbs together. “Well, you comin’, dude?”
His friend blushed and diverted his eyes. “Uhm… I think I’m gonna stay…”
Garble’s mouth fell open in shock. “Wh-what!? Stay!? Why would you…”
The dragon sighed. “I-” A heated moan interrupted him, causing the blush across his cheeks to brighten and something between his legs to move.”I’m, uh… I’m gonna go watch…”
With that he turned and walked back into the cave, but not before Garble noticed his friend’s shaft bobbing between his legs as it leaked a bead of pre onto the ground. He watched, wide-eyed and open-mouthed as his friend disappeared into the dark mouth of the cave. With a ‘hmph’ and a kick to a small pebble in the dirt he turned and walked away, grimacing as he thought about what was happening in Fizzle’s home.
“Pff… bunch of gays… who needs ‘em… I-” It didn’t take long for another moan to fill his head with even more images of his rutting friends, and as he looked down at the still fully-erect dragonhood between his legs he blushed and kicked another stone.
“Damnit…”
With that, he turned back around and walked into Fizzle’s home, cock heavily swaying between his legs...
Spike wearily cracked open an eye, groaning as a beam of light instantly struck him head on and blinded him. He wearily rubbed them, cleaning them of whatever debris had gathered around his eyelids and soothing the pain that burned across his unadjusted eyes. He felt a pain in his side as the hard surface of the couch dug into his ribs, and as he slowly turned onto his side he-
He froze as he felt something holding him in place, and his eyes popped open as he felt something warm pressing against his back. With a startled yelp he glanced behind him, sighing in relief as he saw Fizzle slumbering against him with an arm draped over his side.
“Phew… it's only Fizzle…”
He closed his eyes, ready to fall back asleep and soak in some of the sunlight streaming through-
His eyes popped back open as his mind registered what he had seen.
“F-Fizzle!?”
He quickly sat up, groaning as a slowly radiating pain made its presence known underneath his tail as the cold couch pressed against it. Glancing down his body, Spike gasped as he saw dried-out lines of semen caked over the scales lining his belly, most noticeably around his crotch where his cock hung out half-erect in a puddle of seed.
“Wh-what…?”
He clenched his eyes shut, images from the night before slowly rising to the forefront of his mind. Images of seeing Fizzle between his legs, claw around his cock as he sat wide-eyed with his seed splattered across his scales. Images of that same dragon joining him on the couch, oiling him up with some kind of lube as he touched him in ways he had never been touched before.
And then, as he glanced at his friend and saw the dragon’s bright red cock poking him in the side, he remembered what his friend had done to him but a few hours ago.
Spike stared at his friend for a moment, thoughts swirling around his head as he imagined what ramifications his actions from the previous night would have in his life.
He smiled as he shrugged his shoulders. ‘Guess that’s a problem for Future Spike…’
With that he curled back up into his friend, sighing as Fizzle once again wrapped an arm around his body. He closed his eyes, never noticing the passed out forms of Garble and his purple friend by the mouth of the cave before he fell asleep, dreaming of himself and Fizzle frolicking through a field of crystal flowers...
