"Alright. Bet!"

"Well this has been one boring evening," said Gallus, muttering to himself.

The blue griffon was laying on his bed, playing with a paddle ball to alleviate some of his boredom as he stared up at the ceiling. He didn't know what was up with the day he had. It wasn't a bad day--just the start of another ordinary weekend at the School of Friendship--it was just surprisingly uneventful for once. He wanted to hang out with his friends like he usually did, but the girls were being strangely distant with him. Something told him that if he was brought up sometime during their sleep over the night prior, then they weren't talking about how awesome he was. To make matters worse, his roommate Sandbar just up and disappeared sometime around noon, leaving him with no one to talk to!

Not doing the trick like he hoped it would, he set the paddle ball aside, then looked up at the ceiling some more. Gallus was bored, truly and utterly. There was still a good hour or two left before the time he usually goes to sleep, and he was kind of hoping to occupy his time doing something before then. If there was one thing Gallus was sure of, however, it was that, where ever Sandbar was, he was undoubtedly having a better time than he was.

Just then, before Gallus could fall into a boredom-induced coma, there was a knock at his dorm room's door.

"Yo, Gallus, you in there?" he heard Smolder call out from the other side.

Gallus had never scrambled out of bed so quickly in his life. He would have stumbled and fallen flat on his face had he not caught himself in time. Not wanting to seem overeager to have company over, Gallus stopped before the door, then took his time to smooth out his feathers and fur. Once that was done, it was then that he finally opened the door. Standing out in the hallway was, to no surprise, Smolder, only she had a bag draped over her shoulder.

"Oh, well hey, Smolder," he said, acting all cool and collected. "What brings you around?"

Hand on her hip, Smolder replied with, "Nothing much. Brought something cool with me that I thought you'd like to see. You got a minute?"

"Mm, I don't know..." said Gallus, rubbing his chin as he pretended to seem uninterested. He looked to the paddle ball now on the floor, then back to Smolder before following up with, "I'm really busy right now, buuut--"

Smolder shrugged. "Alright, fine. Another time then." She turned to her side and began to walk down the hall, much to Gallu's dismay.

Panicked that his one chance of socializing for the night was getting away, Gallus stepped a claw out into the hall. "W-wait!"

Smolder stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. She then raised her brow, patiently waiting for him to continue.

"You... you didn't let me finish," he said, nervously rubbing a claw at the back of his head. "Like I was saying, I'm really busy, but seeing as we're good chums and all that, I figure I could squeeze some time for you."

Smolder faced forward, allowing herself to grin triumphantly. She then made sure to wipe it off her face before turning to him. "Well geez, man. You should have said that sooner then. I'm assuming this means I can come in, then?"

"Sure," Gallus said with a nod. He stepped back into the room and held the door wide for her.

Accepting the invitation, Smolder walked through the door before Gallus closed it behind her.

"Alright, so what's this thing you want to show me?" he then asked.

"Oh right! Let me see here..." Sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth, Smolder reached into her bag and began to blindly rummage through it. Moments later, she drew out what she was looking for, uttering, "Ah ha!"

Gallus eyed the item in Smolder's claws curiously. It appeared to be a spherical object, no bigger than a snow globe, seemingly made of obsidian and glass. It pulsed a bright orange and red color, and inside appeared to be a gaseous flame of some kind.

"Cool," he said unenthusiastically. He took the item into his claws, and immediately he noticed how warm it was to the touch. "So uh, what is this, exactly?"

"This," Smolder answered, swiping the orb back, "is what we dragons call a brimstone. We use them to light up our caves, and they're much neater and more convenient than torches."

Gallus's eyes were half-lidded; he wasn't impressed. "Huh... Neat. So you came all this way to show me, what, a nightlight?"

"Oh come on," said Smolder, giving his shoulder a friendly punch. "You'll change your tone once you see this baby in the dark. Why don't you turn the light off and I'll show you."

"Alright, whatever," Gallus said with a shrug before going for the light switch.

With a flick of the switch, the room went dark, save for the dim, fiery glow being cast on the walls.

"Huh. It's brighter than I thought it'd--"

Right as Gallus was turning back to Smolder, he heard what sounded like glass shattering, followed by Smolder uttering "Ah shit. Whoops..."

Right away, Gallus turned the light back on. There he saw Smolder standing there, black chunks and glass shards scattered beneath her. In the center of mess, a red mist spread out before quickly dissipating.

"What happened?" he asked, hovering off the ground to avoid stepping on the glass.

Smolder's reply was swift and to the point. "I tripped."

"Aw geez, was it the paddle ball? Never mind, I got to clean up this mess." After swiftly grabbing the broom and dustpan by the waist basket, Gallus started to sweep up some of the glass, only to then stop when smelled something.

It was faint at first, almost ignorable, even. However, that smell gradually grew stronger and stronger until it was an overpowering stench. Gallus dropped the broom and immediately covered his nose.

"Oh go-- What is that?" he demanded.

"What's what?" asked Smolder. Unlike Gallus, she was completely unfazed by the odor.

"You don't smell that!?" he questioned, nearly gagging in the process. "Smells like... like rotten eggs and molten rock!"

Smolder tapped her chin in thought, then came to a conclusion. "Oh, that's probably the sulfur that was inside the brimstone. I forgot how sensitive the noses of non-dragons can be. Don't worry though, just leave the windows open and the smell should all be cleared out by morning."

This stench clings for that long!? Gallus thought, not daring to shout that out loud for fear of the smell forcing itself down his windpipe.

Gallus held his breath, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore, the desperate need for fresh air was growing larger and larger by the second. Panic soon set in, which compelled him to fly over to the window and open it before sticking his head out to take a large breath of fresh air.

"I can't... can't sleep here..." he wheezed between breaths.

Smolder walked up beside him and placed a claw on his shoulder. "Lucky for you then, you don't have to."

"Wha?" Gallus said, turning to her.

"You can stay in my room tonight," said Smolder. "Yona went somewhere and said she wouldn't be be back until sometime tomorrow, so her bed's free."

Gallus blinked, stunned. "Wow, that's... convenient..."

"It is, isn't it?" She then nudged his shoulder with her elbow, saying, "So, you gonna crash with me or what? I mean, it's the least I can do after causing this mess."

"Gee, I don't know. Isn't everyone in this school assigned a roommate of the same gender?" He felt comfortable voicing his concern, but that wasn't the only one. It's just that, whenever Gallus was in Smolder's presence, it was always with the group. Staying the night in her dorm would possibly be the first time they'd be alone together.

"Hey," Smolder raised her arms up nonchalantly, "it's either my offer or sleeping out in the hall or something." She knew the offer alone probably wouldn't be enough to coax him into accepting. Luckily, she knew what would. "Mm, less you don't want to 'cause you're chicken. Awww, widdle Gallus 'fwaid of silly wules? Come on, man, the teachers aren't gonna find out that you spent one night in our room. Eh, and here I thought you were cool."

It was at that moment, when Gallus's expression hardened, that Smolder knew she got him hook, line, and sinker.

"I can be cool." Realizing what he said, he cleared his throat and reiterated himself with, "I mean, I am cool! Fine, I'll accept your stupid offer, but only because you owe me for this! Just... give me a minute to pack some essentials before we head over there."

With that said, Gallus inhaled a large quantity of air, then held his breath as he braved the room. Smolder, on the other hand, leaned back against the window, a small smirk on her face as she watched the griffon go through his drawers.

"Take your time, Gallus, take your time. After all, the night is still young."

"So this is your room, huh? It's..."

"It's... what?" asked Smolder, having noticed his pause. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Gallus.

Having stopped his scan of the room, Gallus met Smolder's gaze and smiled nervously. "Nothing! Was just gonna comment on how it isn't that much different from mine and Sandbar's. Because you and Yona share this, I thought it'd be more... you know, girly."

Smolder laughed. "Ha, that's rich! Yona and I--girly. Maybe Yona thinks she is in her own yak kind of way, but I'm way too awesome for that crud."

Gallus smiled. "You know what, that's why I like you. You're a rebel, like me. Pound it, bro."

"Aw yeah!" Smolder cheered, bumping Gallus's extended fist with her own. Immediately after the fist bump, however, it dawned on her. "Wait... bro?"

Gallus nodded. "Yeah, I always feel like I can relate with you. You're like one of the guys, you know?"

"Eh... yeah." One of the guys... That's good, right? Smolder thought.

Setting the knapsack he brought with him down, Gallus unzipped it. "So," he said as he began to search through it, "which bed am using?"

Shaken from her thoughts, Smolder took a second to process what he said, then acted accordingly. "That one," she said, pointing to the bed on the right. "Um, you're not planning on going to sleep yet, are you?"

Still searching, Gallus shook his head. "Nah. Just want to get brushing my teeth out of the way before I forget."

"Oh, good," Smolder replied, relieved. She couldn't win the wager if he didn't have sex with her, and she couldn't make him lust for her if he was asleep. Smolder was confident of her body, so she was sure seducing him wouldn't take much effort.

"So," she then said in a sultry tone, placing her hand on the desk next to Gallus's head before leaning forward. "You, uh, feeling like doing something before bed? I'm down for anything~"

Without even looking up from his knapsack, Gallus gave his reply. "Mm... sure. Yeah, I'm game. Though nothing's really coming to mind."

Smolder's smile faltered for a second. Gallus didn't even look at her... No matter, she thought, she'd just have to turn the heat up a notch.

"Hmm, gee, I don't know either." She flopped herself on to her bed, then laid on her back. "One thing's for sure: I've had a pretty stressful day today, and I'd just love to unwind somehow~"

With that said, she began stretching on the bed, her legs slayed wide apart as she flared her wings beneath herself. Resting her head atop her hands, Smolder stayed in that position. Any second, Gallus would turn in her direction and immediately get an eyeful of her exposed pussy.

After a few moments of silent waiting, Gallus finally turned to her. Unfortunately, rather than getting the desired reaction she wanted from him, Gallus instead blinked at her, then looked back to his bag as if he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Smolder was stunned, her jaw dropped and eyes widened in shock. Nothing! He didn't do anything--didn't say anything! Smolder began to question her sex appeal, only to then realize something. Unlike mammals, which have their vaginas as a vertical slit, a dragon's was horizontal, as well as neatly tucked between two scales in the groin area. Additionally, Gallus was crouched while searching his bag, so he couldn't see her vagina because her scales hid it from his view!

Immediately, Smolder ruminated on how to correct her oversight. She could try moving over to sit at the bed's corner that was closest to him, but she feared that that would give her intentions away too easily. For the sake of her dragon pride, she wanted to make him beg her for sex, not the other way around. Because he was so dense and clueless to her earlier, less provocative signals, however, she felt that the only way to achieve that was for Gallus to catch a glimpse of her nethers. Maybe then he'd be reminded that she was a female who'd be more than willing to have a little fun with him.

Whatever Gallus was looking for in his knapsack, he hadn't found it yet, so that meant Smolder had some time to figure out a solution. Try as she might, though, the best she could come up with was to reach her claws down to her groin and spread her lower lips apart so her vagina would be impossible to miss. The act was very embarrassing for her, something made apparent by the reddening of her face, but she already somewhat planned out what she'd say if he looked over and questioned what she was doing.

'Wha-- Smolder, are you... touching yourself?' he'd say, his face probably more beet red than her own.

Smolder's response would be something cool, something smooth... something like, 'Yeah, and what of it? Is there a law against it? If it bothers you so much, why don't you come over here and do something about it. Bet you won't, though. I bet you'll run out of here from the mere sight of a dragon's pussy.'

Smolder knew how prideful Gallus was. Just a little bit of egging, and he was sure to dive right onto her bed just to prove her wrong. Of course, she was confident events would play out like that if he just looked in her direction.

With bated breath, Smolder laid there, her fingers holding her entrance open. She was excited, but mostly nervous, as she had never exposed herself in such an risque manner to another creature before. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours until finally...

"Hey, uh, Smolder," Gallus said, slowly rising from the floor.

Smolder flinched for a second at the sound of his voice, but she quickly steel herself. "H-hmm?" she uttered.

Gallus was now standing, but still looking away. She knew that would change in a few seconds, though. He'd soon turn to her to ask what he wanted to ask, and then he'd finally see her exposed entrance; finally see that she was not just a bro.

After a pregnant pause between the two of them, Gallus began to turn to her. It was at that moment, however, that Smolder's apprehensiveness got the better of her, forcing her to withdraw her hands and slide them swiftly under her head at the last second. Much to her own shame and chagrin, she also crossed a leg over her knee for good measure.

Finally facing her, Gallus eyed Smolder and cocked his head, almost as if noticing something was off. Smolder forced her usual smile, though she felt as if she were sweating, and she prayed that he didn't notice her blush. After a spell of silent starring, Gallus pointed a claw at a door close to the entrance, then spoke.

"So, that's the bathroom and not, like, the closet, right?" To hit home as to why he was asking, Gallus raised both a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste secured in his claw.

Her smile quivering, Smolder nodded. "Y-yeah. Just go ahead and use it already. You don't need my permission."

Gallus shrugged. "Wasn't asking for permission. Just didn't want to look stupid, but, whatever."

With that said, Gallus walked into the bathroom and Smolder tried to smother herself with her own pillow.

Smolder couldn't sleep, as she was much too upset. After Gallus was done brushing his teeth, she made several more attempts to entice him, only for each and every one to end in failure. Instead, all they did was play a few board and card games together before finally turning in for the night.

Distraught, that's what Smolder was. It seemed that, no matter what she did or say, Gallus just saw her as one of the guys. She was fine with that, and in a way still is, but she always figured that that wouldn't get in the way of her natural allure and charm. Smolder always believed she could attract a guy in a snap if she just put in a little effort--in fact, that was one of the main reasons she even suggested the dragon's wager in the first place with the girls! It was dragon nature to show off something one has that others do not, and she was looking forward to lording that over her friends. If she had to go back and face them at the next sleep over, with nothing to show for it, she would die of embarrassment.

Nothing was looked more down upon than a boasting dragon whose unable to back up their claims.

Her brows knit with anger, Smolder turned to the object of her frustrations, which was fast asleep in Yona's bed. If Gallus wasn't so oblivious, they'd both be doing something much more fun than sleeping at that moment, and Smolder would be ahead in the bet. Little by little, Smolder's anger and resentment grew, spilling over with her pride until she came to a decision.

If Gallus was too much of an idiot to read Smolder's clues, then fine, she'd just have to take on a more direct approach. With her mind made up, Smolder healthfully slid out of bed and planted her feet on the floor. Being cautious, she stayed seated and, for a minute straight, simply observed Gallus's slumbering form in the shadows. Once she confirmed that she hadn't roused him in the slightest, she made her move and began tiptoeing over to his bed.

Upon reaching the foot of it, Smolder double checked that he was asleep, then climbed atop it. Once she was on it, she crawled towards Gallus, doing so on her hands and knees as to evenly distribute her weight and not cause any noticeable shifts on the bed. Before long, Smolder was hovering over Gallus, her predatory eyes shimmering in the soft moonlight as she stared down at him.

Gallus looked peaceful in his sleep, the griffon totally unaware of Smolder's close proximity. He was helpless, and completely under Smolder's mercy. After licking her dried lips, Smolder grasped the end of his blanket and began to slowly peel it back. Aside from a few facial twitches, as well as his tail lazily wandering once it was freed from the confines of the blanket, Gallus gave no reaction.

Before long, the blanket was fully pulled back, leaving Gallus completely exposed to the night air and Smolder's sight. Gallus was revealed to be sleeping on his back, his paw-leg giving a soft kick at nothing before growing still. With all time in the world, and no one guaranteed to interrupt them at that late hour, Smolder took her time scanning Gallus's body. So far, he looked just about the same sleeping as he did awake, so Smolder didn't know what she was expecting. Once her eyes traveled south, however, that's when she noticed something new, her face growing warm upon seeing it.

To be fair, Smolder never had an up close view of his belly before, so it made sense why she never saw his genitals until then. To her confusion, however, all she saw were his balls, which were blue and covered in fur. Where she thought his penis would be, was instead a stubby, equally fluff-covered bulge with an opening on the top. It took her a moment or two, but Smolder eventually realized what it was. It seemed that dragons and griffons had more in common than she thought, as both the males of their species had internal sheaths for when their penises weren't in use.

Now that she had a good idea as to where Gallus's penis was, Smolder had to figure a way to get it out. The penis of a male dragon would always withdraw from their internal sheaths whenever they were aroused, but she wasn't sure if griffons operated the same way. It was at times like this that she wish she had the talking encyclopedia Ocellus to give her the answer.

Regardless, Smolder knew she wouldn't find out unless she tried. With that in mind, she swallowed any lingering reservations she still had, then took her claw and tentatively reached for Gallus. Very carefully, she rested her hand on his belly, his soft fur tickling the scales on her palm. She felt his warmth, the subtle rising and falling of his breathing; they were sensations that half tempted her into giving him a belly rub. Smolder successfully fended off that urge, however, as that wasn't why she snuck over to his bed for.

Getting back on track, Smolder slowly ran her hand down Gallus's belly, her claws grazing through his fur. Gallus didn't react in anyway, which Smolder attributed to him being a heavy sleeper. That was good, she thought with a grin on her face, as it'd make things easier for her going forward.

She continued sliding her hand down Gallus's body, her palm feeling up his bulge before going even lower. She came to a stop once she reached his balls, though, her clawed fingers cupping and lightly grasping the two furry orbs as she examined and played with them. As she did so, a mischievous thought occurred to her.

Still playing with his balls, Smolder moved over to his groin, then lowered her head before giving his bulge a few playful licks. Gallus reacted that time. His face twitched, a soft groan escaping his beak as he turned his head. To Smolder's pleasure, he hadn't woken from that.

Emboldened by how much she was getting away with, Smolder upped the ante. She ran her tongue over his balls, switching between kissing and licking one orb, then the next. Her enthusiasm soon bore fruit, as the pointed tip of Gallus's penis poked out from his sheath. Unlike the rest of his body, it was fleshy red and lacked fur of any kind. Smolder didn't know what the rest of it looked like, seeing as most of it was still within him, but she was curious to find out.

Deciding to focus most of her efforts on drawing out the rest of his tool, Smolder ran her tongue upward. Her wet appendage left a moist trail over his balls and across his bulge before coming into contact with the fleshy bulb. With that done, Smolder began giving the tip the same treatment she gave his balls, licking it while giving it the occasional peck.

Gallus groaned and tossed his head a second time, more and more of his mast revealing itself only to be met by a wet tongue. Moments later, due to Smolder's ministrations, the entirety of Gallus's penis was fully coaxed into revealing itself. It's length was proportioned to his body yet a bit on the generous side, starting with two bulbous glands located at the base (something she recognized as a knot) before ending at the spearhead-shaped tip.

Staring at his spire, as well as being close enough to directly breath in its musky, masculine scent, Smolder couldn't help but be turned on. She closed what little distance there was, peppering his knotted base with kisses and brushes of her tongue. As Smolder did so, her hand, almost as if acting on its own, slithered down her own body before finding her groin, where she ultimately began fingering her wet pussy.

Smolder moaned as she ran her tongue upwards, tracing it along the underside of Gallus's member. That proved to be a mistake on her part, as Gallus, having heard her voice and felt its vibration through his penis, was finally stirred from his sleep.

"H-huh?" he groaned, forcing his tired eyes open. Right away, the griffon noticed that his blanket was gone, and although his vision was blurry and had yet to adjust to the dark, he could make out an orange shape in the moonlight between his hind legs. Gallus rubbed his tired eyes, then stared intently at the orange blur. Little by little, its form came more into focus until... "S-Smolder?! What are--"

Smolder wrapped her claws around his warm, pulsing rod, giving it a modest squeeze and nearly causing Gallus to squawk out in alarm. Before he could do so, however, Smolder reached up with her other hand and held his beak shut.

"Not a sound," Smolder growled lowly, her shining slit-eyes shining as they stared into his. "Here's what's gonna happen: I'm going to do this, and you're just gonna lay there and enjoy it. You got that?" Gallus didn't answer, much to Smolder's annoyance. "I said..." she squeezed his member even harder, uttering, "You. Got. That?"

Gallus swiftly nodded, whimpering through his shut beak. He could feel his heart beating through his erection he didn't know he had until then, and it was painful. Satisfied by his response, Smolder released both his ends. Gallus breathed a sigh of relief, Smolder situating herself more comfortably between his legs. With that done, she reaffirmed her hold on Gallus's mast--much gentler this time--and neared her tongue for another lick. Right as her tongue was about to make contact, however, she stopped, as the aching in her nethers had grown too much to ignore.

"You know what. Forget what I said about just laying there, " Smolder said. She crawled onto his stomach, then turned around and angled herself in a way that had her privates in his face. "Try returning the favor. I'm using my tongue, so use yours, too."

To drive her point home, Smolder wrapped her lips around Gallus's penis head, then slid them down until she had half of his length engulfed in her mouth. Her tongue began coiling around his hard meat as she suckled, Gallus's spine tingling from the pleasurable sensations, rendering him dumbstuck. Moments into the deed, Smolder noticed the griffon's inactivity, which prompted her to introduce his penis to her fang tips.

Drawing in breath sharply, Gallus looked to the impatiently wiggling dragon rump before him and subsequently understood the ultimatum he was being given. Gallus swallowed dryly, then stuck his tongue out as he craned his neck towards it. It was difficult for him to spot an opening, due to it being hidden between scales and him still being somewhat tired, but once he found one, he locked on it. Slowly his tongue neared, until...

"Gah!" Smolder gasped in surprise, the griffon's erection slipping from her mouth as her body shivered.

Gallus pulled his tongue back, then tried to look over the side. "Wh-what? You didn't like that?"

Smolder gripped the fur on the inside of his thigh, then replied with, "That was the wrong hole, dingus..."

"Wait, you mean..." His eyes widened, and he looked back to what he just given a long stoked with his tongue.

Slowly, Smolder nodded. "Yeah..."

Gallus blanched.

After a lengthy, awkward silence, Smolder spoke.

"Just... don't do it again. And go a little lower."

Wanting to put his blunder behind them, Gallus did as told. He set his sights lower, beneath her tail-hole. There he found a pink, fleshy crevice between her scales, complete with an engorged clitoris. Gallus felt incredibly embarrassed that he hadn't spotted it sooner...

Smolder whacked Gallus's forehead with her tail, signifying that she was getting impatient. Getting the message, Gallus placed his claws on her flanks, then spared no time before diving straight in. Gallus's tongue laid siege on Smolder's pussy, assaulting her lower lips and clit with broad licks while occasionally delving into her tunnel. With that last error still in his mind, he had a lot to make up for.

Smolder was pleased so far with Gallus's reciprocation so far. His wet tongue brought a cooling effect to her burning loins, as well as intense pleasure. Forgiving his transgression, Smolder brought her attention back to the standing phallus right in front of her. She held it straight with her hand, then gave it a few laps of her tongue and kisses before burying most of it in her mouth. She brought her head up and down along the pulsing member, humming around it as she sucked.

Not wanting to be outdone, Gallus withdrew his tongue from inside Smolder, then wiggled his tongue in and around her vulva. Once his tongue found her clit, Gallus secured it with his beak and gave it a teasing pinch. Smolder's body tensed, her hot breath enveloping Gallus's penis as she gasped out. Delighted by her reaction, Gallus gave it a few more pinches, his tongue lapping at her nub and his claws rubbing up and down her flanks as he did so.

The teasing proved to be too much for Smolder. She was unable to focus on her own efforts because of it, her actions being reduced to nothing more than a sloppy blowjob. Even worse still, her pussy begged to be filled by something hard and rigid, and Gallus's soft tongue just wasn't going to cut it. Not like in the way his mast in her mouth could...

Having reached her wits end, Smolder got up, her privates being yanked away from Gallus's face. Before the griffon could question what she was up to this time, Smolder turned to face him, then straddled him at the waist. After placing one hand on his chest for balance, she lifted herself up a bit, then reached down to his groin with the other.

"Grrr, hold still," she growled impatiently, trying to align Gallus's penis with her entrance. In her haste, she ended up further aggravating herself, as his tip brushed through her saliva-coated folds in her failed attempts. Moments later, however, after a bit of trial and error, she finally had their privates lined up.

Wasting no time, Smolder began lowering herself, moaning into her claw as Gallus's hard member was being accepted inch by inch by her warm, moist tunnel. An intense heat slowly enveloped Gallu's dick, causing him to shut his eyes and grit is teeth; he didn't know when he moved his claws, but he found that they were at Smolder's waist, aiding in her decent. Smolder continued to slide down Gallus's length, not stopping until her folds rested on his semi-swollen knot.

Smolder paused, her breathing shaky as she paid attention to the rhythmic throb of the mast deep inside her. Gallus turned out to be larger than she estimated, as the tip of his spear was prodding at her womb's entrance. Once Smolder slightly adjusted to the foreign heat and girth in her, she started to slowly raise her hips.

As Smolder withdrew Gallus's rod from her, her body was being wracked by overwhelming pleasure. Fearful that she might make unnecessary noises that might get them heard, she bit into her claw, her breathing turning sharp as she continued to rise. Once only Gallus's tip remained within her, Smolder reversed her direction, taking his member back in.

Over and over Smolder repeated the steady rising and falling of her hips, with each new set being slightly faster than the last. Before long, Smolder was practically bouncing atop Gallus's groin, the poor griffon unable to do anything other than hold her hips as she rode him. It wasn't long before Smolder had become drunk off the pleasure that came with their joining; she stared forward as if in a haze, both her claws gripping Gallus's chest fur tightly, and her tongue lolling in her mouth. With how much she was enjoying herself, she had almost forgotten Gallus was beneath her.

For knows how long, Smolder continued to bounce, trying desperately to reach higher and higher planes of pleasure. Because of this, it came as no surprise that Gallus sensed his climax swiftly approaching.

"S-Smolder," he uttered, trying to will the inevitable back. "I'm... I'm gonna cum!"

"Me... me too!" Smolder declared, a subtle, wet slap being heard as she picked up the pace of her hips.

Throwing all caution to the wind, she began slamming her hips down, taking in Gallus's length all the way to the knot before rising them quickly and doing it again. Gallus didn't mind being used in such a way, as it was equally pleasurable to him as it was to her. However, he was a little concerned by the fact that his knot was being forced inside her bit by bit. The cause for that was most likely Smolder's excitement, which had dribbled down to his knot, coating it in her natural lubricant. He didn't want to spoil her fun, but he felt he had to warn her.

"S... Smolder, slow down a sec. You're..."

He was too late, as Smolder brought her hips down. Hard. That was all the force Gallus's knot needed to fully slip into the dragon's already tight entrance before swelling to its max. The rest after that natural instinct taking over. He pulled her hips down, while at the same time bucking his hips upward.

Smolder found that she couldn't move her hips anymore, but that was an afterthought compared to what was happening inside her. Her pussy lips had stretched to accommodate Gallus's knot, and his penis tip had invaded her womb. Seconds later, she felt it begin to violently throb before unleashing volley after volley of his hot seed inside her. That intense pleasure, the inviting warmth flooding her belly, that was enough to finally push Smolder over the edge. She arched her back, drool running down the side of her mouth as she, too, came. Smolder's release mixed with Gallus's, though due to his knot forming a tight seal, it had nowhere to go.

The two remained locked like that, gripping onto the other as they rode out their highs. Moments later, it was over; Gallus's head fell back onto the bed and Smolder fell onto Gallus. They both panted, working to desperately catch their breaths while feeling the other's racing heartbeat grow still. As they did this, Gallus, as if acting out of reflex, moved his arms around Smolder. Once his breathing had calmed down, Gallus spoke.

"So... what was that all about?"

Twirling a finger around his chest, Smolder was glad that Gallus couldn't get a good look at her reddening face. "Wh... what? Is it a crime for a girl to have a little fun. And that's right--a girl, not a bro."

"What was that last part?" Gallus asked.

"N-nothing!" said Smolder. "Anyway, you can quit hugging me. It was cute a minute ago, but now It's getting kind of weird."

"Right, about that..." Smolder tried to lift herself, only for Gallus to then say, "Ow."

"What the?" Smolder questioned. "Dude, you already came inside me, so pull out already."

Staring at the ceiling, Gallus gave his reply. "I... can't. Griffon biology: after sex, the knot stays swollen inside the partner for... You know, I don't actually know how long."

"Wait?" Smolder looked up to him, stunned. "You're telling me that we're gonna be stuck like this for a while longer? But I want to go to sleep already!"

"Then go to sleep," said Gallus before yawning. "I was sleeping on my own just fine when you decided to sneak over, so you figure out how you're gonna do it."

It seemed that Smolder had no choice, as she felt her own exhaustion creeping in. "Fine! Just... stop cuddling me. Dragons don't hug or cuddle."

"Not doing either of those," Gallus said, shrugging. "My arms are just more comfortable right there. Anyway," he gave another yawn, "goodnight."

Gallus shortly fell asleep, leaving a very upset Smolder atop his chest. She managed to get herself ahead in the bet, but now she was forced to bear her present humiliation. She was dead tired, but she didn't want to degrade herself by hugging Gallus. To her displeasure though, she couldn't see any other way to get comfortable, so she was eventually forced to give in. As she laid her head down and wrapped her arms around his chest, one last thought occurred to her before she too went to sleep.

Okay, maybe hugs aren't all that bad...