Like a Sea Breeze on a Spring Morning
Like a Sea Breeze on a Spring Morning
Smolder had a desire, and in dragon culture, desire was synonymous with need.
She soared like an arrow through the halls of the School of Friendship, making a swift beeline for the library. On either side of her, the colors of the walls and the windows blended together from the speed she was flying at, blending into a chromatic blur that sent happy memories to her mind and made her smile.
The huge doors to the library were in front of her soon enough, and she all but kicked them down in her hurried attempt to get inside, creating a small commotion that caused a few students towards the front to perk their heads up to look at her before bowing back down to focus on their books and homework.
She found him between two secluded shelves in a lonely corner.
The sand and seaweed colored pony had his back towards the outside world and a blanket draped over his shoulders as he studied a thick textbook dutifully. She landed softly a few hooves away, making sure to not be disruptive but also to be loud enough to hear.
And she was. At the sound of her feet hitting the ground, Sandbar perked up, looking backwards over his shoulder and smiling warmly at the sight of his friend. “Smolder! Hey! What’s up?”
“I, uh,” she swallowed, shuffling over to the pony. “You wanna hang out?”
“Sure!” Sandbar chirped as he lifted a hoof, offering her a place beside him and one half of the blanket.
Smolder gladly accepted, flying over and sitting so her side was right up against his as she sat next to him, her knees drawn to her chest.
“Hope you don’t mind me studying a little bit,” Sandbar said.
“That’s cool, as long as you don’t mind me talking while you’re reading.”
“Of course not.”
She lay her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, smelling the light air of salt and sunlight coming off of him. Sandbar smelled like a fucking potato chip, she realized. Or, like, a really healthy hay fry. She reminded herself to remind herself to bring it up to the gang later.
“Anything on your mind?” Sandbar asked idly.
“Not really. I’m just glad to be done finals.”
“You sure? You sounded a little, I don’t know. Distressed? When you walked up just now.”
Smolder smirked, opening her eyes and adjusted so she was sitting cross-legged before glancing back at the library -- they were still all alone, and considering that what little students were in the library in the first place were basically all at the front, they would probably be alone for quite some time.
“Maybe,” she said finally, reaching a claw down to brush lightly against Sandbar’s leg, feeling it quiver instinctively under her delicate touch. “I’m just a little pent up?”
“Smolder,” Sandbar said quietly. “I have to study...”
She was staring straight ahead so she couldn’t see his face, but she heard the smile in his voice. She moved her claw higher up his body, placing her warm palm against his inner thigh and tenderly massaging it.
Sandbar’s breathing began to quicken, getting heavier by the second.
Her claw moved to his sheath and gently gripped his member.
“You’re already rock fuckin’ hard,” she whispered, still staring at the wall ahead, listening closely for anycreature passing by. “Kinky pony.”
“Maybe I was a little pent up too.”
He began to move his hoof towards her nethers, but she stopped him with her free claw.
“Don’t worry about me, buddy,” she purred, beginning to squeeze and stroke his cock, quickly settling into a consistent rhythm. “I’m a little sensitive from earlier. I just wanna focus on you, right now.‘
“Who–ahh—were you with?”
“Ocellus and Silverstream.”
“Sounds fun.”
Smolder elected not to answer, but to speed up, using the small pre that was drooling out of Sandbar’s dick to lubricated her claw. Soft, wet noises began to fill their quiet area of the library. She took a quick glance behind her to make sure that they weren’t being watched -- luckily enough, she found no one.
“A-Are you okay?”
Sandbar shuddered out an exhale, instinctively thrusting up into Smolder’s ministrations.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked. “I have my favorite pony in my clutches, and he’s being so cute and he’s gonna give me a yummy treat soon, isn’t he?”
“Just, you know, trying to make sure that you’re not doing this for ulterior motive,” he explained breathily. “And um, you might wanna go a little faster.”
“I’m surprised ulterior’s in your vocabulary.”
“I’m surprised you know what a vocabulary is.
“I can’t go faster, Sandy. Then someone might hear us.”
She relished in his quiet, wordless groaning as she felt his thrusts get more and more hurried. She began to pay more attention to the head of his cock, taking extra care to rub her fingertips against it when she stroked upwards, smearing lube onto her palms before firmly stroking down his shaft.
She felt herself getting wet as she wondered what someone would see if they happened to be in the next aisle and looked through the shelves.
Probably her and Sandbar’s backs, joined together by a blanket. An innocent scene at first, until you noticed that Sandbar was quivering. But not even that was incriminating enough, was it? It wouldn’t be until you saw how Smolder’s shoulder was moving ever so slightly that you would put the puzzle pieces together and realize that she was jerking one of her best friends off in public.
Smolder licked her lips and sped up.
Schlk. An adorable little haaaa, from Sandbar. Schlk. Schlk. More of Sandbar’s delightful quivers.
“Smolder,” Sandbar whispered desperately, thrusting up into her grip desperately, abandoning all pretense of looking inconspicuous. “I think--oh Celestia I’m gonna cum.”
Suddenly, Smolder stopped, and the cute feminine whine that Sandbar made in protest assured her that it was the exact right thing to do.
“Smolder please I’ll do anything please please please.”
“Well,” she rubbed her inner knuckles gently against the entirety of his length. “If you’d be so kind as to let me taste that delicious--“
His eyes went wide as he leaned back and shot thick ropes of cum all over his belly, his textbook and Smolder’s forearm. To the dragon’s credit, after the first three shots she leaned down and put her mouth over his flare, swallowing his seed dutifully, but that did nothing to rescind the fact that Sandbar had made a really loud noise in what was supposed to be the quietest place in school.
When Sandbar was out of jizz, Smolder sat back up and saw him staring, horrified, at something behind them.
“How many students are heard us?” she asked.
Sandbar chuckled. “Um...”
“No, wait, don’t answer that.”
“Hi guys!” Pinkie Pie’s voice chirped from behind. “You know you’re gonna have to clean that up, right?”
Smolder reached up and smoothed her fins back, realizing too late that she had used the arm that was covered in cum.
She tried to say something, or do something, but couldn’t think of anything appropriate. No one was saying anything, but she couldn’t blame them. Eventually she hung her head and sighed.
“Sorry,” she said, squeezing Sandbar’s hoof.
“Nah, it was fun.”
They were snuggling––Sandbar’s idea. As penance for interrupting his studies, Smolder was to lay in his bed, put her head on his tummy and relax for an hour or so. Probably one of the best punishments in the entire world.
“So,” he murmured sleepily. “What’s up? I thought you had other plans for today.”
“I missed you,” she admitted.
Though her eyes were currently closed, she felt him stare at her, wide-eyed and curious.
“That’s a weird thing for you to say.”
“I know,” she said, squeezing his hoof again. “But it’s true.”
She felt him attempt to bend his neck down, but he wasn’t that flexible, and he couldn’t reach far enough to touch her. She slid herself up his body, turning her head so her mouth was facing his, and they touched noses, nuzzling each other like newlyweds.
For several minutes they shared breath, and Smolder’s mind began to drift.
“My mom has one of the largest, wealthiest hoards in the world,” she whispered, not sure if her companion was awake or listening. “I got to see it once. Gems as far as I could see. You know what dragons do once they have that many? They can sleep, yeah, but other times they just sit there and they look at them. My mom once spent two thousand years examining every single gem in her hoard. She’d look at it from every angle, look at every mistake, admire every good thing that she could about that specific gem. And then after that she moved on to her collection of treasure.”
“That’s pretty crazy,” said Sandbar.
“You’re crazy,” she said back. “And I’ve been spending so much time with everyone else I feel like I haven’t admired you in a while. Can I eat your ass?”
He snorted. “What?”
“I’m serious!” she insisted.
“I mean, I guess, but––“
She was off of him and beside his crotch in a second. She looked like a puppy, looking up at him with hyperactive eyes.
“You’re silly,” he giggled, turning over to lie on his belly before lifting his tail.
She brought her face to his flanks and dragged her tongue across his balls, traveling up his taint and loudly, sloppily slurping his tailhole in a single, long lick.
“You’re tasty,” she purred over his soft sigh. “You’re like a sea breeze on a spring morning.”
Sandbar chuckled heartily at that. “Who said that?”
“Me!” she teased, nipping at his cutie mark. “Silverstream.”
“You two really like my butt.”
“What’s not to like?”
Smolder raced both of her claws over his round butt, gently squeezing and massaging him as he put his chin down on the bed, letting himself fully relax as she showed him just how much she appreciated the fact that he had such cute flanks. As an earth pony, Sandbar had his fair share of lean muscle, but his butt has this cute, squishy layer of baby fat over it that Smolder personally felt was vastly underappreciated.
Her face was fully flushed. She leaned forward and nuzzled one of his buttcheeks, to a small giggle of delight on Sandbar’s part.
“This is really nice,” he sighed.
She withheld the urge to say ‘It’s about to get nicer’ and put her nose against his dock, delicately inhaling Sandbar’s heady musk. Her head swam with the scent, and it was a true exercise of her self-restraint to not start frantically masturbating right there and then. She drew away to compose herself for a second before going back in to flick her tongue against his tailhole, making him squirm. She smiled admiring the wonderous sight that was Sandbar’s tailhole covered in her saliva went back to work, firmly licking it in confident strokes.
His legs were beginning to quiver––something that put a smile on her face. Boys liking their butts played with would never cease to get her excited and dripping. She slapped one of his cheeks playfully before spreading him wide open, dipping back down to insert her tongue into his anus.
“Oooooh,” Sandbar whimpered at the sensation, pushing his plot back into her face.
Smolder drove her long, draconian tongue in further, rimming Sandbar’s beautiful ass. She couldn’t hold back a heavy moan as she did so. Fuck it, she thought, her left claw leaving Sandbar’s flank and reaching down to her pussy, idling rubbing it as she ate her friend’s ass like there was no tomorrow.
“Ah, Smolder...” he groaned.
She grunted in response, continuously withdrawing her tongue from his butthole and plunging it back in, fucking him with it like it was a cock. Sandbar tasted amazing. He smelled so good. The claw playing with her pussy began to speed up. She could cum just from worshiping his ass alone.
She was going to cum, she realized.
But she was too smart to finish now. There would be a better payoff later. She withdrew her claw from her nethers and set both of her claws back on either side of Sandbar’s butt, lifting it slightly.
He got the idea, placing his hind hooves flat on the bed so his legs were standing up even as his upper half was lying luxuriously on the ground. This way, Smolder could tonguefuck his butt and grip his cock at the same time.
She did just that.
His relatively lengthy member fit wonderfully in her palm as she brought her claw to it, caressing it like it was a bar of stolen pony gold and it was the shiniest thing in her hoard. She had always been impressed with Sandbar’s ability to make pre-cum, and she wasn’t let down today. His pre dripped out of him en masse and soon her soft palms her coated and slick with it—and she wasted no time in putting the lube to use.
Squelching noises filled the room as she stroked and squeezed at Sandbar’s cock—egged on by his building, musical moans. If there was something that beat eating his ass, it was definitely giving him a clawie from behind.
With a rhythm built up, Smolder leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against his squishy butt before sticking her snout in between his cheeks and snorting in his scent like some sort of junkie. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she did so, wrapping her extra arm against his left leg as she dove back into her favorite meal of the day.
Sandbar’s butt was considerably looser, but that only mean that she could eat him out better. The full length of her long, draconian tongue slithered deep into him and gave his insides a long, powerful lick, sliding back up until it was halfway out, and then aggressively crashing back in. It didn’t take Smolder long to find the spot she was looking for. A special spot that made Sandbar squeal extra loud. A spot that she would take extra time and use extra force on as she gave him the rimming of a fucking lifetime.
“Ohmigoshohmigoshohmigoshunnnhhhhhhhhfuck!”
Her claw never stopped the whole time, rubbing and squeezing and petting his cute pony cock until she felt the head of his cock begin to flare up.
Sandbar was going to cum.
She couldn’t wait. She quickened her pace on both ends, relentlessly licking and slurping, jerking him off with as much force and speed as she could without hurting him. She needed him to cum. She would die without it.
“Smolder! Oh Celestia! I’m gonna cum!”
Yes! This was it! Smolder’s heart galloped, slamming itself against the inside of her chest. She had to make him cum. She had to show him just how much she appreciate him. How much she loved him.
“Oh shit oh fuck I––“
Sandbar threw his head back and screamed incoherently, voice growing loud and raspy as he cried out in climax.
Smolder felt his asshole clench tight around her tongue, and she buried it as deep as she could reach, feeling his ecstatic spasms, riding them out with him as he twitched and seized. His cock shot thick rope after rope of snow white cum into the sheets below, building and building until the sheer amount was too much for the fabric to continue absorbing, instead forming a small pool on the surface of the sheets that looked positively delicious.
A solid two minutes later, when he was spent and his throat was scratchy and tired, she took her claws off of his cock, her tongue out of his butt, and gently helped him to rest on his side.
His eyes were closed. His hair was even more disheveled than what it usually was. He panted softly, exhausted after what Smolder hoped was one of the strongest orgasms of the past year, if not his entire life.
“Should I do you, now?” he said, voice sounding like a whisper in the middle of Manehatten.
She thought about saying ‘yes’. She had forgone her own orgasm earlier in favor of his, after all.
But he was so cute. And as wet as she was, all she wanted to do with him was cuddle him, stroke his hair, and kiss him until they fell asleep.
Oh, and slurp up his cum. Which she did. She bent her head down and sniffed at the mess he had left behind, relishing in the salt that hit her noise before licking at the puddle until there was only a light layer left, and she could see the sheets again.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, eyes still closed.
Smolder crawled to him, placing her claws on either side of his head. “No.”
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. He was so pretty when he was all tuckered out.
She smiled down at him and let herself drop.
Her body landed softly on his as his limbs shot out to wrap around her. Her scales simmered warmly against the body heat emanating against his fur, like she was stepping into a lava bath.
Her snout bumped against his, and he parted his lips, and they kissed as she wrapped multiple tresses of his shaggy mane around her fingers. Her tongue touched his, and then they began to dance. He would kiss her, lapping playfully at her sharp teeth. Then she would kiss him, and hold his head steady as she bite softly at his lips, though his tongue would always escape her.
Eventually she had to pull away and rest her chin on his chest.
“You get what you want?” Sandbar asked.
“Do you feel admired?” she asked back. “Do you feel like a jewel in my hoard? Like a precious gem that I’d kill for?”
A goofy smile lit up his face. “A little.”
“Then, yeah,” she closed her eyes, nuzzling into his chest. “I did.”
Author's Note
I keep seeing poor Sandy get called the most generic out of the Young Six and shit like that, and the problem is that that's a completely fair opinion to have.
But! I don't agree. I think Sandbar is adorable, kind and understanding. He's kind of a standard pony, sure, but standard ponies are wonderful, and we shouldn't take that for granted. They're an entire race of amazing, too-good-to-be-true creatures, and every single one of them deserves to be appreciated.
I guess I just wanted some Sandbar appreciation, so here it is.
