Smolder behind the Gas Station (Public, Creampie, Subplay)
“Nnngh, I’m gonna pay you back for this!” Smolder was straining against the brick wall, squirming as we had our fun. The plan was a simple spray and run, tagging the backstreets with the rest of the gang, but everyone scattered when the fuzz showed up. Sure, graffiti wasn’t a big deal, but nobody fancied spending a few nights in a jail cell. And that’s how Smolder and I were crammed inside a dingy shed while evading the cops. Of course, it’s a bit hard to be quiet when Smolder’s ass was pressed up against you in the meantime. Admittedly, she didn’t seem bothered by it at first. But the rubbing and fidgeting was frankly uncalled for. Not that you honestly minded either, but now it was getting uncomfortable. Dicks aren’t made to be restrained, after all.
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While the cops were taking their notes and examining the scene of the “crime”, her plump rear was pressed up to you, and her tail for lack of space was curled around your legs. Thankfully she remembered to keep her wings folded in, so they presented less of an issue than anything else. But while the police were busy pawing around outside your impromptu hiding spot nearby, Smolder was enjoying herself. Always something of a hellion, she was delighted to note the proximity was causing you undue frustration. But it wasn’t long before you’d reached full mast, and she had somehow expertly shimmied her rear into place to sandwich it, even between her tight jeans and yours.
Peering through her mop of unruly hair to a crack through the shed wall, you could see the officers finish up their work and depart. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Smolder still fidgeting under you, you waited until the coast was clear to back up. Of course, almost tripping on her tail wasn’t part of the plan, but thankfully whatever crap was piled in this shed to begin with broke your fall. Twisting around, the purple haired miscreant eyed you evilly, her breathing uneven and labored. “I’m gonna blame you for this, just so you know,” her hands already finding their way to her jean zipper, snaking her fingers and the fabric down her waist and legs. You’d had your on-off flings with the perpetually horny dragoness, but in public was a new one. However, the teasing and near jail time had been enough. In sex, she was always the dominant one. Not today though, not anymore. Lurching forward from your uncomfortable seating, you cupped her mouth with one hand, and her oddly feminine black lace panties in another. She seemed surprised of course, but with the motion of just one finger, her protests turned to a low drawn out moan.
Letting lust take over your senses, you spun her around and pinned her against the brick wall, one hand stroking her sex and the other unbuckling your pants. Today, you couldn’t afford one of her usual marathon sessions, or she’d wring you dry. But even as your fingers poked and prodded her, she seemed to get unusually turned on, more so than usual. Happily noting this turn of events, you freed yourself from the cloth prison and presented the royal scepter against her, pressing the throbbing manhood against the small of her back. Sneaking the now free hand inside the back of her shirt, you opted to pull her bra down rather than undo it, letting her tits heave with her panting breath. Pinching one nipple in one hand, and toying with her entrance in the other, she was quickly being reduced to a shivering mess.
“Nnngh, I’m gonna pay you back for this!” She moaned as your first finger entered her, followed by another, and another. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself today, her cream steadily flowing down your hands and her legs. But something seemed missing from this. Her wings writhed under her shirt, not quite strong enough the tear the fabric but enough to strain it. Just as soon as the idea hit, you removed the hand fondling her breasts, and wrapped the arm around her, pinning the girl and her wings against you and the wall. A yelp of pleasure or pain escaped her, and her walls clamped down on your fingers, almost painfully. A fresh trickle of fluids escaped her, and it was time. Awkwardly jostling her into place, your cockhead braced against her moist folds, you entered her slowly. Painfully slowly from the feel of it, as Smolder seemed to resist every invading inch after her orgasm. When you eventually hilted inside of her, she had recovered and braced herself against the wall, determined to make the most of this new experience.
Ordinarily she would have gone at it in a frenzy, riding hard and fast like a cowgirl breaking in a mustang. But here she was at your tender mercy, and you would enjoy it while it lasted. You pulled your length out to just to the tip, dragging it back… And then plowing it back inside like she was accustomed. Her slow moan turned to a breathless gasp of pleasure as you reached inside her again, her squirming and convulsing walls struggling to contain you. And again, you withdrew, letting it drag achingly slowly out inside her. The process repeated as the helpless dragon was pinned, being quietly screwed and loving every second of it. The play of dominance lasted for what seemed to be hours for you, a substantial puddle of her fluids draining onto the concrete beneath the both of you. With every one of the easily won climaxes from her, you felt your own building. The tension growing inside as you pounded away at her. With a lurch forward, you pressed her body roughly against the brick wall and yourself, the punk-girl giving another wordless cry as the first rope of cum pulsed inside her, then another, and another, coating her insides. She chose that moment to clamp down hard on you as well, not daring to let anything drain out of her.
As the lust-filled moment died down, you stepped away from the weak-kneed Smolder, still shivering from playing the submissive one for once, letting a thick strand of juices fall slowly out of her. You had begun to zip yourself back into place when she had turned around and still retained that evil glint in her eye. “Who…” she said in a breathless whisper, a heavily flushed face from the exertion. “Who said you were done….?”
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Author's Note
First porno, written in less than an hour. Feel free to throw as many critiques as you want my way. Started as a one-shot, may progress more from there
Chapter 2: Smolder's Revenge Part 1 (Stealth, Oral, Denial, Facial)
After narrowly avoiding the cops for the graffiti incident and dumping a load of Anon Baby Batter into Smolder's pussy (repeatedly, she wasn't satisfied until the fourth creampie into her,) you both managed to sneak away after nightfall. The next day passed by quietly, darting between classes and enjoying a lunch with your friends while Smolder contemplated her horrible revenge scheme behind sparkling eyes. When Gallus produced some tickets to the newest movie in town, the aptly named "Space Slasher Monster lV" the rest of the gang quickly agreed before the lunch bell rang and you all hurried back to class. Well. They did. Smolder was in one of her characteristic moods today, and dragged you behind into the unused storage shed nearby for a quickie.
"Pants. Off. Now." She led you roughly into the cramped shed, and sat down on the seat of a lawnmower while you reluctantly followed her demands. By the time your belt hit the floor however, she surprised you by stripping off her own shirt and revealing the customary black push-up bra she preferred, and crawling down on her hands and knees to you. She didn't bother wasting time today, her soft hands wrapping around your member and bringing it back to life while she stared up at you. After pumping your cock for a minute, it had finally reached full mast and Smolder licked her lips expectantly, planting a soft kiss onto the cock-head, letting her lips brush across the slit.
She kept a firm grasp onto your dick, keeping the base still with one hand while she wrapped her other around your back. She had worked herself up into a frenzy quickly, planting tiny kisses and flicking her tongue across your shaft to start, and becoming more passionate as time when on. She didn't accept your help in this matter, and the one time you tried to thrust deeper into her mouth she squeezed painfully on the shaft and glared at you, her lips just barely wrapped around the tip of your cock. You wisely decided to relent, and she grinned lifting your cock up to give a long and lingering lick up the base of your shaft. She moved on, keeping your head just inside her mouth, flicking and teasing the sensitive flesh with her tongue and hot breath. The first drops of pre-cum flowed across her tongue, courtesy of the expert blowjobs she gave. She knew well your limits, and after a few enthusiastic minutes, she backed off. With a wet pop, she released your manhood, letting your saliva coated cock fall from her mouth into the sudden chill of the still room. You looked at her confused, disappointment and annoyance growing, as she giggled. Smolder crossed her arms over her ample chest while you caught your breath, the edge of release now slowly receding.
"I hope you weren't planning on just finishing in my mouth today? I've got something better in mind..." Smolder winked, and hurriedly put her shirt back on, wiping a thin string of spit from her mouth, and left, leaving you confused and aroused in the shed outside the school. By the time you made it back to the class, little Anon had stubbornly refused to go back to sleep which made studying quite difficult. The day passed slower and slower as the clock ticked on, and the few opportunities where you and Smolder had during schools was spent in frustratingly quick sessions when the crowds at cleared. On the plus side, she seemed just as eager to resolve the tension as you were. When the dismissal bell finally rang after what seemed like ages, you had practically bolted for the boulevard outside the school. There, you linked back together with some friends, oblivious to the lurid glances Smolder made when only you were looking. Gallus drove the group to the theater, a difficult feat inside a cramped sedan, but having her sit on your lap was an experience that bordered on the painful, especially given how long you had maintained this particular erection. Enjoyable to be sure, especially during the wild turns and her insistent grinding.
Shortly after arriving at the theater, the group split. Smolder, Ocellus, Silverstream, and Yona crowded into the bathroom, giggling all the while, while yourself, Gallus, and Sandbar grabbed drinks and snacks for the movie. By the time you had returned, the girls were already seated, In the dark room it took you a moment to find Smolder, who was nearly hidden by the glare of the movie projector lights, sitting just beneath the booth window. She extended a finger and motioned you over, Gallus and Sandbar either not caring or noticing you heading up to the top row. As the advertisements began to roll, you settled in for what you presumed to be a cheesy, low budget horror movie. At least until you felt a hand slowly bring down your pants zipper. Smolder stepped into view in front of you, a knowing glint in her eye even as she retrieved her prize from your pants. Your cock, previously straining against denim and good sense, now positively throbbed from a day full of teasing and attention. Bigger than usual, not that it stopped her from wrapping her fingers around your shaft and jacking you off. However, you were much too busy to thoroughly enjoy it, eyes flitting from every corner and shadow to see if anyone was even vaguely aware of what was going on.
The survey came to an end when you felt a strangely new and entirely pleasant sensation on your member. A thin strand of popcorn butter, warm and thick, was slowly flowing down the box that Smolder held with one hand, rubbing it all over your shaft and head with the other. When she finally was satisfied with her work, the movie began, and so did her oral fixation kicked into overdrive. She kicked the seat arm bars up and laid down on the plush seating, never taking her hand, mouth, or tongue away from your long neglected cock. Her tongue ran over every inch, almost worshipping it. Her hand remained firmly gripped on you, loosening and tightening her grip as you came close several time during the movie to climaxing in her mouth. Each time, she would shoot you a glare, wordlessly letting your length fall from her mouth as her grip intensified to an painful degree, denying your release. And so the movie went, Smolder occasionally dipping her hand into the popcorn to refresh her supply of butter and treating your throbbing hard-on as a tasty treat.
It was only near the end of the movie, with the titular Space Slasher bearing down on the twenty-something protagonists, did she run out butter and her attention was now thoroughly locked on the movie's climax, her own hand becoming slack as she bobbed her head up and down on your length. And with that opening, you took your shot. Planting both hands on her head, you quickly rose from your seat and began to fuck her face, immediately moving from a lazy blowjob into a more violent ending, Pushing your length into her throat, it was all she could do to control her gag reflex as you hammered your cock home. The sounds of her gagging and gasps for air was overshadowed by the climax of the movie, what little makeup she wore was ruined now under your relentless attack. With a grunt and a familiar feeling, you came down her throat, loosing extra thick ropes of cum, practically stuffing her mouth with your seed. And still you kept coming, a day worth of teasing and denial now readily coating her throat, mouth, and now face in spunk, pulling your length from her gasping face and resting it on top of her, still giving her a generously sized pearl necklace.
Blinking back a starry-eyed climax, you looked down to examine a glassy-eyed Smolder, a wry smile even as she gulped back the sudden deluge of cum in her mouth. Maybe it was her seemingly happy face, even if her makeup was ruined and she licked at the remaining baby-batter. Maybe it was her quick submission when you took over in the final minutes of the movie. Maybe it was always there in the back of your mind. But seeing her gasping for breath and beneath you, before planting a kiss on your cock, there was now something new. She didn't seem the type to enjoy being dominated, but to be fair, you didn't seem to be the type to dominate. But it was an interesting thing to try now.
"HEY ANON, THE MOVIE'S OVER!" Gallus shouted from the lower rows as you snapped back to reality, the sudden cum-soaked Smolder immediately rousing to action beneath you. Probably a stupid idea, but you could risk it. "Yeah I know, but Smolder wants to see another movie after this. You guys go home, we'll stick around for the next one." Smolder smiled from beneath you, her thin fingers wrapping around your shaft as she kissed the head. You got the feeling neither of you were going to be paying much attention to the movie, whatever it was...
Author's Note
Whoooo boy, this took much too long. I do apologize for the entirely unreasonable wait between chapters.
Chapter 3: Smolder's Revenge Part 2 (Sub to Dom, Creampie)
Chapter 3: Smolder’s Revenge Part 2
Reeling from the exhilarating climax of both “Space Slasher Monster lV” and a rough oral session with your on-again, off-again fuckbuddy Smolder, you hardly noticed the audience begin to filter out of the movie theater. If your friends were aware of the mess you had made of Smolder in the upper seats, they showed nothing to betray it. Even as the credits began to roll, Smolder was busying herself with cleaning up your cock, defiantly standing tall if exhausted. When she was satisfied, she relied on some tissues she produced from her purse to clean herself up, though some remained partly visible in her hair and staining her cleavage, wrecking any chance for her to make it out reliably without attracting attention.
This left you of course, to escort out the devious dragoness. But thankfully, the October sun had already begun to set, and few adults or teenagers were around to question you. The gang had left in Gallus’s cramped sedan, leaving you and Smolder behind as the night began. Admittedly, not the worst fate. Equestria was a fairly small town, and Smolder’s home was not terribly far, nestled in one of the several cozy suburbs that dominated much of the town.
Your own home was another matter, being on the opposite side of town, closer to Sweet Apple Acres than anything else Which presented something of a, as your old man liked to say, “problatunity.”
“Eyes up dork, you’re walking me home and finishing me off tonight.” Smolder’s dusky voice, already quite alluring to you, was charged with need. Sure, you had one impressive finish in the movie theater earlier this night, but she only had a taste, and if the way she practically purred the last words, she was eager for more. Being a normal, healthy young man, it doesn’t take much to set you off, especially after much teasing through the day, darting between corners and into empty rooms to edge each other to the edge of pleasure.
Still, you were out in public, walking with her down windswept autumn streets, and didn’t want to risk getting nailed by randomly patrolling cops or neighbors for nailing her in public. So, with the delightful view of Smolder’s rear in tight jeans, her tail swaying with each step, you could at least enjoy the moment. She rarely wore anything besides denim jeans, t-shirts, and occasionally a hoodie, sometimes opting for lighter fare if the weather called for it. Even now, with the chill of fall, she kept her small wings contained under a jacket. A baggy black one to be precise, since you had the good fortune to stain her favorite hoodie during a ill-considered graffiti run.
“So...” She said nonchalantly.
“So?” You asked, just as casually.
“You good to keep going?” She looked around, expecting to see someone wandering around the street as both of you made the turn to her neighborhood. Her tone was measured and neutral for once, rather than the customarily bold and rakish one she favored in school and during your shared sexual liaisons.
“Sure,” you answered, mimicking her concern for the surroundings, wouldn’t do to wind up as the neighborhood gossip, “I don’t fancy walking home tonight. It’s getting a bit cold, and frankly I don’t want winter to be the only thing coming soon.”
She smacked your back with a playful flick of her tail, just enough to sting even through the clothing you wore.
A nondescript jacket with “Go Sportsball Team!” emblazoned on the back, finished the laid back image you prided yourself on. Worn work boots, faded and well used jeans, and dime-a-dozen white t-shirts. Cheap and reliable, though the resident fashionistas at Canterlot High did not care for pedestrian attire. They always were a bit haughty in your opinion, but just as attractive in their designer or homemade clothes as the best of them. Just as your thoughts began to drift to a steamy and entirely imaginary rendezvous with the pale beauty and her svelte figure writhing beneath you, a follow up smack from Smolder breaks your lusty dreams.
“If you want to stay over, you should have asked, dumbass. You’re lucky my dad is on a hunting trip with grandad, or you absolutely would be walking home.” That detail ran like an electric current through your mind, and the only thing that came up as a response?
“So, does that mean we don’t have to be quiet?”
Smolder stopped by the door to the garage then, a lecherous grin on her face. “Hope you weren’t planning on getting much sleep tonight, Nonny.”
Smolder’s house was more orderly than one would expect from her personal appearance. Her father’s career as a real estate broker meant the house looked consistently on the verge of sale to a young couple, already furnished and ready for immediate use. In fact, part of the reason it was clean was because Smolder did take after her father in one aspect, in that she was something of a neat freak, at least in her own home. Naturally, the first thing she did after entering with you was discard her clothing into a laundry hamper, direct your attention to the fridge for leftovers, and faster than you could fumble for the belt around your waist, she was already dashing to her bedroom, giggling like a maniac.
“Be out in a bit, I’ve got a surprise for you!” You heard the words well enough, but the sight of her naked rear disappearing behind a door eliminated any chance for understanding or following her inside. Still, if tonight was going to be like the other marathon sessions she was fond of, you might as well get comfortable and ready for it.
Step one with her was making sure you were well fed and hydrated before hand. Tap water from the sink and cold pizza from the fridge would have to do, as you didn’t want to impose too much on her hospitality.
Step two however was the secret to success, hard won after months of sex with the passionate dragoness. “Repetition.” If she kept on the offensive, you would have trouble walking by the next morning. Her sex drive was infamous, though not remarkable among her kind, a compensation for the naturally low birth rates among the Dragonkin of the world. Your first few encounters with her led to dizzying and half-remembered sex that you are vaguely certain you blacked out during, entirely unused to the wild and sustained sex with someone like her. At least you could weather it now and still be vaguely mobile the following day.
Ah, but recent experience has revealed the most interesting step to success with her.
Dimly, you became aware of the sound of a shower running, just audible through the walls. Seems like she couldn’t stand the feeling of Anon sauce in her hair anymore.
Step three needed to be investigated.
Normally, she was always the aggressor in bed, domineering and eager to push forward. But ever since the graffiti incident, where you managed to top her in the heat of passion, she responded very well, creaming herself several times when you took charge and pinned her to the wall of that dingy shed. And again, mere hours ago in the movie theatre, she spent the entire day teasing you along, just to become submissive and pliable at the end when you took over and vigorously fucked her face, leaving her a shivering, cream covered mess of a girl. If that meant what you thought in means...
The microwave dings, and the pizza is scarfed down in short order. Now. Where were you? Ah yes, bending Rarity over a table at school, seeing what kind of notes she can hit on the way to pound town. Wait, nope, that was from earlier. Now you were thinking on how to take Smolder down.
The sight of the gasping, defeated, and thoroughly ravished girl stirred no small amount of masculine pride now, and cemented your resolve. Tonight you would put the theory to the test...
The lights go out.
A power outage?
Checking the window outside you see the street lights are still lit. That rules out one theory. Looking around the room, you find yourself alone. It’s quiet now. Not even the shower is running anymore. Only the dim light from outside permits you to see anything.
If this is some sort of prank from Smolder, it will take more than that. You fumble towards the couch, exploring for a remote with your hands. When you find one, you thumb the power button and the tv flickers to life. A dour faced tv reporter makes noises you don’t pay attention to as you examine the room more closely.
A faint giggle from behind is all the warning you have before slender hands blind you from the tv’s light. “Ready for the surprise?” Smolder must have moved quick with the lights off, because you didn’t even hear her approach. She didn’t wait for a response as one hand keeps obscuring your view, while the other snakes it’s way down your body, trailing little delicate touches that cause a shiver to run up your spine. Not good, she’s already taken the lead.
By the time you feel her undo the belt, her cool breath dances over your neck, and goosebumps follow quickly. Damnit Anon, now isn’t the time, there is science to be conducted.
Her lithe fingers coax your growing shaft out as she places shy little kisses on your neck, and you contemplate throwing out the experiment and enjoying another roll in the sheets with the horny dragoness.
No matter who led things along, you’d both have fun. As she begins to jack you off, your head rolls back and you give into the moment, basking in the feeling. Her hands are still wet and warm from the shower, and she smells of soap. Her lips are soft, pecking gently on your neck while she pumps away on your manhood.
But then the memory of her, bent over and moaning under you, or delighting in being vigorously violated, they take over. Your own hands come up in the reverie of the moment, and you decide to give her a surprise of your own. Gripping her arms securely, you roll her over your shoulder onto the couch like some sort of sexually charged martial artist.
Smolder yelps at the sudden throw and lands onto the couch, the light from the tv bathing her in a pale glow. She hadn’t even toweled off, her hair still matted and wet, her body glistening in the dim light. Beads of water flow over her body, and as you take in the sight, she sighs and smiles, beckoning you closer.
Instinct takes over, and you move closer, your thick rod drawing close to her mouth as you spread her legs from the couch. No need for foreplay, she’s ready to go, and already kissing the tip of your cock, getting it ready for her again. You resist the urge to let her have her fun, and grab her waist, twisting the girl to match you as you tower over her prone form.
A flash of anticipation and fear in her eyes is drowned out by hormonal lust, as you angle down towards her and press your cockhead to her folds. You feel her legs gently wrap around your waist, her hot sigh as you enter her, her tight pussy making every inch a challenge.
Before, you had given into the wild temptations and roughly fucked her. But this felt more intimate, and deserved a change of pace. You started out slow, driving yourself deeper into her until hilting.
It may be the position, or your newfound dominant role, or the events of the day, or the quietly moaning girl under you, whatever it was, it felt right.
You kept the pace, pistoning in and out of her depths slowly, methodically, relishing every moment and inch of her. You lose track of time, sinking into the bliss of the moment and fucking the newly submissive schoolmate into starry-eyed orgasms, before the familiar tension appears again.
“Mmph… Oh God! Don’t...fucking...stop...”
As if you needed the encouragement.
You lean in closer now, and hilt in again before coming to a stop. It takes a moment for Smolder to snap out of it, and just as she begins to no doubt scold you, you change the pace up again.
Short, quick, shallow thrusts, knocking the breath and retort out of her instantly.
Her legs tighten around you in response, and you oblige by picking up the speed, pinning her to the couch and vigorously fucking her. Moans become panting and pleasured squeals as she tenses up again, a wave of pleasure rocking her and a rush of her juices surge, as you match her climax. She pulls you tight, the strength of her legs and arms almost painful as you pump another load of cum into her.
All you hear and feel for a moment is the release and two hammering heartbeats, before she goes limp in your arms, gasping for air as her breasts heave in the dim light of the living room.
To your amazement, she looks exhausted, and you feel fantastic and ready for another round, your cock remaining exactly as hard as it was when you began.
Minutes pass in that breathless scene, her legs occasionally twitching from the force of the orgasm. She almost seems out for the count until you pick her up, grabbing her rear and lifting her up, your hard cock still throbbing inside her. She snaps out of it as you sit down on the couch, and massage her asscheeks, kneading the flesh as you rock her back and forth on your member.
“Ya know, this ain’t too bad. Maybe you should use me like this more often.”
Your cock twitches in excitement at that compliment from her, and she laughs quietly as she leans in and steals a kiss...
It’s going to be a long and fun weekend.
Author's Note
Long time, no see huh? Thanks for sticking around.
