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.