Author's Note

At the recommendation and request of Acadian6545, I've decided to add DLC to this story, which was going to remain a one-shot up until I posted my second blog and read the comments there and on ScarlettBlade's video. Hope you all enjoy the different narrative presentation and the prequel-esque nature of this chapter.

Yes, this chapter does cover the details of Smolder's standalone encounter described in the main chapter. Contains femdom, maledom, choking, impact play, implied daddy issues, movie references, and friends being cute to each other while still being emotionally detached.

Pre-orgy status 1: Slamming Smolder

Time until orgy: T-minus 30 days

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Gallus resisted the urge to hurl the textbook across the room, mainly through reminding himself that he'd lose his deposit if his dorm had a suspicious dent or five along the walls. He couldn't make heads nor tails of the essay, and switching to any of the others didn't help him. There were six to do, one on each of the Elements of Harmony in a historical context, and he'd managed to get no further than a quarter of the way through any of them. The pattern had been the same; start one, get through a few paragraphs, then run out of steam or get bogged down on a particular phrase or requirement of the question. All of them had been assigned earlier in the week, and he had to have them submitted by the next Tuesday.

He was sat at his desk on a Saturday afternoon. Most of the students were in Ponyville having fun bowling or swimming in the lake, or otherwise enjoying the springtime sun.

Pinching the bridge of his beak between his claws and gently massaging away the mounting irritation, the griffon set down his pencil with as much restraint as he could manage and flipped the textbook back to the glossary. His eyes flicked between the essay question and the textbook, trying to find a match in the phrasing. Finding a word that looked promising, he noted the page number and quickly flicked the pages until he reached it. His claw traced the lines, searching for the phrase he needed.

"Co-operation," he muttered to himself, willing the word to jump out of the page. "Come on, co-opertion. Where are you?" He sighed as he finally came across it, reading the paragraph from the beginning to try and garner the information he needed. "The tribes didn't manage to successfully create a functional society until they came together and made their pact one of trust and mutual understanding. It was the acts of co-operation which cemented this bond between them, and by extension, forged the national spirit which unified Equestria. In particular, the creation of Canterlot by the unicorns stands as a cornerstone of the society of Equestria, as it was upon its completion that the unicorns invited delegates from the other two tribes to celebrate in the grand new city, enjoying its splendour rather than being excluded from it." Gallus blinked and looked at the essay question again.

Explain why the ancient pony tribes co-operated to build Equestria, and how this relates to the virtue of kindness. 50 marks.

Gallus frowned and re-read the text, and then glanced back at the question, as if hoping the words would change somehow. Unsurprisingly, they didn't, and he felt the familiar bubbling of hot frustration rising up inside him again.

"The question asks me why, the book tells me how," he grumbled, snapping the book shut and rubbing his face with his claws. "How can I answer the question when the book doesn't give me the answer? What's the point in telling us to read the book if the book doesn't give us the answer?" He shoved the book away with more force than he intended, sending it tumbling over the edge to land with a thump behind the desk, and taking with it a pile of notes he'd organised an hour prior. He thumped the desk with a claw, his annoyance bubbling over and tearing a shriek of indignant irritation from him. He grasped his plume and leaned back, pulling until he felt twinges of pain.

A sudden knock at his door pulled Gallus from his upcoming tantrum, forcing the blue boy to reassert some level of control over himself. Smoothing back his plume, he stood up from his chair and attended to the door, opening it up a crack to see who was. Upon seeing it was his orange friend, he opened the door fully.

"Are you okay?" the dragoness asked, peering at him. "I heard you muttering, and then you started yelling."

"How long have you been out there listening?" the griffon asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I was gonna come knock anyway, and then I heard you talking and wondered if you had someone else in there," she replied. "The yelling kinda tipped me off that you didn't. Or that you were being attacked and needed help. It's an even chance around here."

"A kidnapping would've been preferable," Gallus commented flatly, his eyes narrowed in residual dissatisfaction. It was Smolder's turn to quirk an eyebrow at him. "Homework," he explained. "Those stupid essays we have to do. I can't get any of the answers I need."

"Oh, that," the biped realised, nodding. "That makes sense. I can understand the yelling." She glanced inside the room. "Which one?"

"All of them," Gallus grumbled. "The yelling came from professor Fluttershy's essay, though, if that's what you mean."

"I haven't even started on that one," Smolder told him grimly. "I can't find any copies of A Historical Review of the Ancient Pony Tribes Pre and Post Migration anywhere in the library."

"You can have mine if you want," the griffon told her with a jerk of his claw back into his room, gesturing with a thumb at his desk. "It's useless anyway." Setting his claw back down on the ground, he looked at the scaled girl again, remembering what she'd said. "Why were you coming to knock for me?" That loosened the frown on the dragon's muzzle.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out," she explained. "I'm bored, Sandbar, Yona, and Silverstream are down by Ponyville's lake, and Ocellus is reading in the library and doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Good to know I'm your first choice," the quadruped quipped snarkily, standing aside so the dragoness could enter. Smolder stepped inside with a quick glance around.

"I don't like intruding," she replied. "I couldn't intrude on Ocellus, and I only knocked because it beats spending time alone."

"You didn't want to go with the others to the lake?"

"Not really my thing. I can't stay in water too long, it makes me uncomfortable."

"Really?" The griffon's surprised tone caused the dragon to nod as though it were obvious.

"Dragons are fire creatures, remember?" she reminded him, blowing a puff of smoke from her mouth to demonstrate her point. "Water and fire don't really mix." She took a seat on the floor, leaning back a little to rest on her claw, one leg raised and bent at the knee in front of her face.

"I mean, that makes sense," Gallus conceded, taking a seat in his chair. "But how do you function? Don't you drink water? And shower?"

"We can tolerate water," she explained. "Drinking is a small quantity, so it isn't a problem. When it comes to showering, I need hot water. I have mine at 60 degrees Celsius, and it feels tepid. Back home, we wash in lava, so I guess you can imagine the sort of difference. Swimming in anything below 50 degrees is cold to me."

"Wow," the griffon commented, fluffing his wings. "That's...pretty hardcore. How do you tolerate it at all?" His comment got a grin from the horned female, and she shrugged.

"We can heat ourselves up. You know, generate fire in our bodies to keep warm, or repress it to cool down. In open air, it's not a problem, because we can always heat up quicker than the air can cool us down, unless it's a blizzard or something. Water saps heat though, so it's that's different story. Swimming in what you call 'normal temperature' water for me is like...what do other creatures do?" She looked up and scrunched her face, trying to call in some useful allegory. Her expression brightened as she came to a realisation. "A plunge pool. It's like when ponies jump in plunge pools. If I don't heat myself up before I dive in, I get real cold real quick. Even if I do heat myself up, I still slowly start getting colder. I guess it's like eating ice-cream, where your body starts feeling chilly? That's how Sandbar described it, anyway." She shrugged, accepting her limited ability to convey her experiences. Looking around the dorm, her face turned pensive. "I think this is the first time I've been in your room."

"Probably," the winged boy replied. "When we hang out, we tend to go places other than where each of us sleep." He looked around at the sparsely decorated space, containing only a few items; photographs of him and his friends, a poster of the Wonderbolts, and a couple of records of pony music he was trying out. Some of it was good, some of it wasn't. "What's your room like?"

"The same, but I have more rocks," Smolder responded. "The more expensive ones are decorations, the cheaper ones are study snacks." When she said the word 'study', she frowned. "Ugh, and now I'm thinking about what I should be doing instead of hanging out with you."

"Am I that uninteresting?" Gallus asked with an accusatory smirk.

"Nearly," she shot back almost immediately. "You're more interesting by about a silica." Upon receiving a blank stare, she frowned and rephrased her banter. "You're more interesting by a microscopic amount." That registered with him, and he nodded in understanding, before letting a silence fall across them. It wasn't unpleasant, but there was something wrong. Smolder's sharp eyes picked up his subtle shifting and deeper frown. She wondered if Ocellus could've determined his exact mood if she were here. "Are you okay?" she asked eventually. Unlike before, her tone was completely sincere this time. For a few seconds, he didn't answer, and she wondered if he was going to ignore the question.

"I don't know what to do," he admitted at last, not looking away from the wall. "I know I'm meant to know these things, and I'm trying to follow the instructions, but nothing's working. I just don't get it." He let out a groan and ran his claws through his plume again. "I've listened in class, I've taken notes, I've got the right books from the library, so why can't I do the stupid assignments? Heck, I've saved Equestria at one point, I should be able to pass a stupid test!" He looked - and sounded - like he was growing more angry with every passing word, his face screwing up and his tone starting to drip with disgruntled annoyance.

"Come here," the dragoness cut in before he could continue, getting up off the floor and sitting herself on his bed. She knew what anger could do, and she was going to take an executive decision if it meant helping her friend. Patting the bedding beside her, she waited for the griffon to obey. He looked at her with a confused frown, but obeyed, crossing the room to sit next to her. As gently as she could, she eased him onto his front, to which he put up a modicum of resistance.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to look up at her from his awkward angle. "If this is your way of telling me I need more sleep, I'm gonna-"

"Trust me on this," she told him, pushing him into a position that was more suited to what she wanted to do. He continued to grumble and offer token protests, right up until she gripped his shoulders and began kneading. Within a second, he went from grumpy and reluctant to awed and meek. She couldn't help but grin as he let out a whimper, his tense muscles creaking as she firmly pressed against them.

"O-oh, w-wow," he could't help but murmur. "Ugh, wh-where did you - ooooh! - learn this?" He couldn't stay still. It was more than rubbing; his muscles responded in ways he'd never experienced before, making sounds worryingly akin to a crack and sending sharp tingles across his nerves that caused him to wince. It wasn't exactly painful, but she had to be firm, and the result was a series of tickles and some forcefully relaxed tissue. At first, he'd thought the noise and the give had been her claws, but then he realised that it probably wasn't possible for her claws to crack with every downward push she made.

"Silverstream taught me," Smolder answered, working her way downwards. Gallus cooed and gasped as she loosened his body inch by inch, drawing some amusingly feminine sounds from the gruff griffon. "We were bored one day, so I went to her room and she offered to teach me. It was surprisingly easy. I can teach you, if you want." He grunted something that could've been a yes or a no, and so the dragoness kept working.

She had just started massaging the joint to his left wing, when the griffon's voice reached her, though she couldn't make it out. His head was buried in his pillow, so only his tone conveyed that he was trying to tell her something somewhat urgent. Stopping what she was doing, she leaned closer.

"Everything okay down there?"

An unintelligible murmur.

"What?"

Something indecipherable.

"I can't hear you, so you're gonna have to-"

The griffon's head turned to the side, and the dragon was surprised to see his cheeks flushed red. "Griffons have sensitive wings," he told her, his tone sharp. She blinked and tilted her head.

"So you want me to be more gentle?"

"No, it's..." He sighed and cleared his throat. "They're sensitive because they're meant to be touched." At Smolder's continuing blank stare, he bit his tongue for a moment or two. "Touching a griffon there is intimate. Preening the feathers is something we do individually or with close friends or family, and touching the joints is...well, sexual."

"Oh." The orange dragon's eyes widened as she realised what he was saying. "Oh! Sorry." She chuckled sheepishly. "Did I just do something like a mating dance with you then?" She grinned at him, starting to blush herself, but her orange scales largely camouflaged it. When he narrowed his eyes at her, she held up a claw defensively. "I'm joking! Besides, it's not that embarrassing. You've seen me in a dress, after all, so if anything, I need to find out some more embarrassing things about you before we're even."

"It's not embarrassing," he corrected her, his tone a little muted. She narrowed her eyes, not understanding. "It's just awkward because, uh..." He paused and strained his neck further to look at her. "Can you promise me you'll be honest with me, and that whatever you say after I've said what I'm about to say, we just move on?"

"Uh, I guess?" Smolder answered, curious about the way this was progressing. "I mean, yeah, I'll be honest with you, and we'll take it as it comes after that." Having gotten her assurance, Gallus nodded and pressed on.

"I'm really stressed. Like, really, really stressed. These essays are driving me nuts, I can't figure out if I'm doing something wrong or the questions are just badly written, and every other creature is enjoying themselves in town. Now I've got a girl in my room and she rubbing my body and touching my wings." He snorted in amusement. "I'm really pent up, and I need to get off. I'm up for it if you are. What do you say we fool around?" Smolder's eyes widened as she realised why he was flushed. The red on his cheeks wasn't from embarrassment; he was aroused.

"Oh...wow," she murmured. It was her turn to be shocked into soft vocalisations. She worked to wrap her head around the proposal, her friend suddenly offering her something a bit more than friendship. Of course, it was surprise, not a bombshell, and soon she'd come back to her usual self. "You know what...I'm a bit pent up myself." She grinned and began to rub at the base of his wings again, this time more roughly, and more deliberately. To her delight, the blue griffon began writhing, his body reacting involuntarily to the pleasure to which she was subjecting him. "I could use some hard, bed-rattling fun." She leaned down and brought her muzzle next to his ear, his desperate whimpers sounding delicious to the suddenly predatory girl. Lowering her voice to a husky whisper, she asked, "You reckon you're up for that, bird-boy?"

"You bet your ass I am," he growled, spurred on by her taunts. His wings ruffled as he twisted, trying to turn over to face the dragoness, but she held him firm, pinning him against the bed. Baring her teeth, she pressed one of the sharpest of her canines against his neck, feeling him tense as it pressed against his soft, vulnerable skin. His struggling stopped, and he gulped.

"Easy, boy," she commanded, her tone simultaneously firm and mirthful. "I said I was willing to fool around. I didn't say I was gonna do it your way." Her scaled front pressed against the griffon's back, she felt his wings straining against her, yearning to spread to flap. The dragon denied them that opportunity, slowly humping her loins against his toned rump. Her waist moved fluidly, smoothly, and he grunted in a confused mix of satisfaction and disapproval. Carefully, Smolder dragged the tips of her teeth across the side of his neck, letting him feel the sharpness while ensuring that he'd stay completely intact. His dignity, not so much, but his safety was assured.

"Ugghhh," the griffon groaned, pushing his rear back towards her. His teeth were gritted and he was wiggling against her again, albeit a lot less, and with far more restraint. "Come on Smolder, I said I was pent up. Can we save this for another time and get to the actual fun?"

"Another time?" she repeated, not ceasing her motions in spite of his protests. She loved being in control of him, his whimpers sending delightful shivers through her body. It was the second best thing after coming across a gemstone she could hoard for herself. Hoarding griffons - or cute boys in general - was something she'd have to look into. "Feeling confident, are you? What makes you think I'll want to do this again?"

"You're enjoying it too much," he replied, his words underpinned by the panting pattern of his breathing. "There's no way you'd pass up an opportunity to do this again."

"You've got me there," she admitted, sitting up and lifting herself from the griffon's back. Immediately, he tried to turn around, but she pressed a claw against the small of his back. "Stay." Her tone was firm and brokered no argument. Gallus let out a low, impatient growl, and she smirked. "I'm gonna be on top."

"Fine."

"I'm gonna be riding you."

"Yeah, sure."

"If I tell you to do something, you're gonna do it."

"Yes, if that's what it takes!"

She waited a couple of seconds, savouring the moment. All that was stopping him was her palm and a moderate amount of her bodyweight. He could undoutedly flip over without her being able to stop him, but he didn't. She was keeping him in position, aside from his waist, which was grinding needily against the bed. She licked her lips at that, before relenting her hold. "Good boy. Now, show me what you're packing."

The blue griffon probably didn't need any prompting, what with the state he was in, but her command brought him around onto his back with an urgent swiftness that made Smolder glow with self-congratulatory pride. She cherished his needy attitude and his willful obedience to her demands, his actions dictated by her whims and her will. It was a familiar feeling to dragons, greed, but this was something very new. She never realised before how much she could desire another creature's submission, or feast on the deliciousness of holding power over them. It was a feeling that could only be matched by the reveal as Gallus rolled onto his back and spread his legs, exposing himself to her gaze.

"Normally having girls stare at my junk is pretty great, but right now, I kinda need you to do more," Gallus verbally nudged. The dragoness rolled her eyes and slowly stalked towards him, eyes fixated on his crotch like a cat slowly drawing towards its prey. This was her first griffon - her first partner outside of another dragon, truth be told - and she was as much savouring it as she was coming to terms with what was in front of her.

Proudly jutting up seven inches or so, the griffon's cock wasn't just a tubular shape like the ones with which she was familiar; a ridge of bristles ran down the underside of his shaft, all the way from his knot-bulging base to his glans, which ended with a tapered tip. His cockhole sat just below the point, already drooling thin streams of pre-cum down his girthy pole. It was alien, but at the same time, it was so alluring. Even the smell of it - heavens above, the glorious smell - was familiarly intoxicating. It was distinct, for sure; dragon musk was much more harsh, hot, and chemical, usually reminiscent of smoke, burning grass, or earthy copper. This was something else, something that tickled her nostrils with its aroma, prickled her receptors softly, and hinted at tastes and scents subtly enough that she couldn't pin them down. It was like an invitation, a mere taste-test before the purchase. Smolder made sure to take a huge whiff, breathing in Gallus' musk from a few inches away, revelling in the subtle potency of his swirling, masculine smell.

Her tongue flitted out and swiped up the tapered crown of the griffon's dick, sweeping up the drooling pre-cum as it dribbled downwards. As soon as she made contact, Gallus gasped, sucking in air. The dragon's touch was electric, her movements precise, and her skill was obvious. He looked on as the orange girl tasted and explored him, swirling her tongue around his tip before caressing his shaft in swift strokes, following every bump and contour his member had to offer. It was like she was mapping out his pride through touch alone, not stopping her movements as she traced every square inch of his member, leaving him covered in a glistening sheen of saliva.

"Do all griffons taste this good?" Smolder asked as she dragged her tongue noisily up his underside, enunciating the lewd lick. She smacked her lips together in appreciation before opening her maw and engulfing his entire length, wrapping her lips tightly around his shaft and bouncing her head up and down quickly like she was on a sugar rush. It took a few seconds of concentration before Gallus managed to focus his thoughts enough to break through the haze of pleasure and answer her.

"Uh, maybe?" he breathed, struggling to cast his mind back to the few he'd been with back in Griffonstone. They'd been fumbling experiments, and not particularly memorable. It didn't help that he had a very enthusiastic dragon bobbing her head in his lap, causing his prick to tingle with constant pleasure and the squishy slobbering sound of a sloppy blowjob to reach his ears. He felt hot; the interior of her mouth felt hot, his rod felt hot, his cheeks felt hot. He was burning with lust, his heart pumping hormone-saturated blood to his throbbing prick so it could pulse and squeeze out more searing pre-cum to feed the insatiable dragoness blowing him hungrily. His nuts were leaden, growing heavier as the thick, salty brew in them bubbled, ready to surge forth and spew into some lucky female.

That moment was approaching quicker than intended, Gallus realised with a start.

The griffon gripped the bedsheets in his claws and tried to fight back the rising tide. It was a losing battle, but still he fought on. He thought about the homework he had to do, but that reminded him why he was here in the first place, and set him right back in the mindset of getting his rocks off. He thought about Grampa Gruff, but the image of the wrinkled old griffon didn't mingle well with the rising pressure in his loins, and he cast it aside in disgust. He thought about that apple pie recipe he'd been recommended, but couldn't remember the ingredients amidst the persistent sword-swallowing going on down below. By the time he admitted to himself that he wasn't going to be able to hold off his climax, his knot had already swelled to its maximum extent and his nads were already contracting towards him, the rush of heat already starting its journey as he tried to warn Smolder.

"I'm gonna-" was as far as the blue griffon got before he arched his back and his cock throbbed, shooting a thick deluge of his cream straight down the dragoness' esophagus. She stopped for a second, caught of guard, her options running through her head as she tried to decide what to do. The second jet decorated her throat white, the griffon grunting as his muscles worked to eject every drop of his ball batter into the hot, wet, inviting passage where he'd chosen to sheath his cock. Swallowing down the load in her mouth, Smolder held position and sucked, coaxing out every splash of semen. When the ejaculate ran out, and the cock in her mouth was left pulsing weakly and dribbling drops of spunk, she lapped at his hole, cleaning up after the mess he'd made. Pulling back, now that it was safe to do so, she looked at the panting griffon and smirked.

"Are all griffons that sensitive?" she questioned teasingly. The redness in his cheeks grew hotter, and he narrowed his eyes at her. Sitting up against the head of the bed, he faced her fully as he made to defend himself.

"I normally last a lot longer."

"Yeah, I'm sure, dude."

"Seriously, I do."

"Yeah, if you say so."

"Hey, come on! You were the one touching my wings!"

"Nothin' to be ashamed of. It's like, one third of guys suffer from it, or something?"

"Ask any creature I've been with, and they'll tell you I'm a machine in bed!"

"Yeah? And who exactly should I ask?"

The griffon opened his beak to respond, then stopped. No sound came out of him, and, after several seconds of him sitting in place with an open maw, he closed his beak and narrowed his eyes. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glowered, and peered to the side. The scaled female smirked in mischievous glee.

"If it makes you feel better-"

"Drop it."

"Hey, I'm being serious. You tasted great. Like, I don't know if that's normal for you, or if all griffons produce what you produce down here-" She tweaked one of his fuzzy balls, earning a wince from the sulking griffon. "-but it was hot, it was thick, and it was salty. If I was wet before, I'm a faucet right now." She grabbed one of his forelimbs and forcefully guided his claws between her legs so that he could feel both the heat radiating from her nethers and the veritable drips from her snatch. He rubbed back and forth along her slit, the toughness of her scales noticeably giving way to the softness of her inner flesh. Satisfied that she'd made her point, she pushed his claw back towards him. "Have a taste."

The griffon's tongue flitted out to lap at his talons, cleaning Smolder's juices from them. He nodded in approval, and looked her up and down. "So you want me to go down on you now?"

"Nah," she answered, scoffing at his suggestion. "On your back, bird-boy. I want a proper ride." She lidded her eyes again and licked her lips in that predatory manner that was so characteristic of dragons. Deciding that he wasn't annoyed enough with her to argue, the griffon did exactly that, shimmying himself back into a flat position, his dick still hard and ready to go for round two. As soon as he had, the teenage dragon was atop him, straddling his middle, her eyes blazing with a lustful hunger. "I hope you last longer this time."

Before he could do much more than growl at her, the dragoness had lifted herself up, reached back to his dong, aligned it with her sopping snatch, and thrust herself down, filling herself with him in a swift drop of her body. The two of them gasped in unison, their bodies confronted with their respective sudden sensations. Closing her eyes and grinning, Smolder began to gyrate her hips, her claws perched on Gallus' shoulders for balance.

His shape was strange, but she'd be damned if it wasn't good. The bulb of his knot rubbed insistently against her lips, a hot bulge of flesh to stimulate the outside of her soaked pussy. His glans reached deep into her, tingling and tickling at unexpected intervals, brushing her walls at points she didn't anticipate and drawing a shiver from her as her nerves glowed in hot appreciation.

The griffon, too, was admiring the wonders of his partner. Her quim was without a doubt the softest thing about her. Her scales were hard and tough, her mouth was lined with the ever-present danger of her razor-sharp teeth, but her canal was familiar; female, feminine, and welcoming. It was like being wrapped in satin and squeezed tenderly and lovingly. She was hotter than he was used to, though. Every girl he'd been with was hot inside, sure, but this was like a sauna; thoroughly damp and positively sweltering. Despite that, it wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, it was relaxing, as weird as that was. A relaxing, sauna-esque, dick-hug.

What a peculiar form of stress relief.

His claws made their way to Smolder's hips, gripping her waistline as her movements grew stronger and more energetic. Her rocking transitioned into bouncing, her lower half rising and falling in heavy, rapid strokes. Gallus tried to guide her, to rock her forwards so that she'd come down at an angle, allowing his bristles to stimulate her walls, but she persisted as she was, going so far as to grab his claws and pin them to the bed. Her bouncing stopped, and she leered down at him.

"Why don't you show me what you've got?" she teased, licking his chin playfully. "Other than a hair trigger." Bristling from the insult, the griffon thrust upwards, but with his cock already buried in her, he didn't achieve much. She smirked in a way that irritated him further, the impotence of his position fueling his temper. He thrusted again, rocking his hips to offer the two of them some level of stimulation. "There's no shame in admitting you can't do it." He ignored her and upped his efforts, hurling his hips against her to evoke some positive reaction from the dragon. She continued to ride with him, her expression stoic and smug. "Feel free to admit you need a girl to do it for you." She released his claws to stretch, faking a yawn. "I mean, first the homework, now this; I'm not saying there's a pattern, but you're clearly not the winning horse in-"

SMACK!

The sharp crack rent the other noises of the room, almost seeming to reverberate from the walls. The two creatures stopped moving, and the sentence died out on Smolder's lips. She was astutely aware that she was facing another direction entirely, and her left cheek still buzzed from the impact. Slowly turning to face the griffon, she found his rage draining from his face, along with the colour. His anger-scrunched features relaxed and then widened into a look of shock and fear, his eyes bulging as he realised what he'd just done. For her part, the dragoness bared her teeth and snarled.

"Oh no...I'm really sorry," Gallus apologised, feeling the concrete weight of dread settling in his stomach. He brought both his claws to his chest defensively, his right claw still tingling from the slap. It felt weighter, as though the guilt of what he'd done had manifested there specifically. "It was an accident, I swear. I didn't mean to-"

"Do that again," Smolder interrupted, her eyes locked onto his. She spoke by moving her lips, her jaw not budging.

"Uh...what?" He noticed with terrifying clarity that her teeth were still on display, in all their vicious glory. This is how I die, he thought to himself grimly. I'm gonna be found here...and several other places...and the whole school is gonna know why. His erection, which had understandably been starting to wilt, regained some of its turgidity. At least it'll be memorable. How many griffons get to bed a dragon?

"I said, do that again. And make it hurt."

"As in...do you mean...actually do that again, or is this a thing where a girl tells you something's fine and you're not supposed to actually do it?"

"Gallus, if you don't slap my fucking face right fucking now, I'm gonna fuck you up the ass with your own dick."

In all his years, Gallus had never heard a more compelling reason as to why he should oblige a request.

Raising his claw to face level, the griffon brought it against Smolder's scales, barely moving her head as it brushed past. She returned her gaze to him, frowning.

"Was that a slap or a caress?" she scolded. "Come on, I want you to hit me."

Swallowing nervously, he reared back his claw and tried again, the whack sounding a little more solid. From the look he received, though, she was unimpressed, treating the impact more like a gentle pat.

"Come on, I want you to do it."

Slap

"Come on, hit me. I want you to do it."

Slap

"Come on, hit me!"

SLAP

"Hit me!"

SLAP! SLAP!

"Yesss, just like that-"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

One to the right cheek, one to her left cheek as soon as she'd looked back at him, and another to her left cheek again, just to make sure she felt it. From the fiery blaze in her eyes, he knew she'd appreciated it.

"You absolute bastard," she growled, darting down and ensnaring him in a lip-lock, kissing him with more passion than he realised she had in her. "You feather-brained, limp-wristed, soft, magnificent bastard." Her words were hissed and murmured at him between kisses, the dragon barely lifting her lips from his to speak. She'd begun grinding again, flexing back and forth while her claws and mouth was occupied. Unlike before, she was desperate and needy, putting no effort into pretense; she wanted him, and she was going to take what she wanted.

Riding the griffon at an angle, his underside rubbed her passage the way it was supposed to, brushing her soft, sensitive flesh as she thrust herself down onto his length. Before long, she was grunting into the kiss, each shove of her hips forcing an exhalation from her. Her tunnel wrung at his cock, squeezing and caressing his tumescence as he lay there and allowed the orange girl to ride him, his talons scratching their way along her back.

"How about I take over?" he suggested, breaking the kiss to look Smolder in the eye. The dragon snorted at his suggestion, her breathing more shallow and audible than usual.

"If you need to ask, then-"

"That wasn't a question," Gallus corrected her, smirking. "That was a heads-up." Clapping his claws to her ass and pulling her a little further up his body, the griffon shifted his hindlegs a little so that he had more leverage, angled his hindquarters, and thrusted.

The effect was immediate; the dragoness gasped and arched her back, her claws tightening around his shoulders. The griffon set a powerful, steady pace, powering into her from below like a spring. His loins struck hers over and over in quick succession, the brisk whap-whap-whap becoming the melody to their lewd song. And what was a song without vocals? Smolder filled that role to perfection, panting and moaning and gripping the blue boy beneath her as he plowed her pussy, the soft bristly nubs along his underside grazing her velvety insides with every downward motion. He was relentless, pounding upwards until her buttocks and thighs were acclimatised to the persistent impacts of his body, and her mouth had formed a tell-tale O shape.

She didn't need to announce when she was close - her body spoke for itself. Her cunny clamped down, urgently trying to draw Gallus into her and keep him there. Her breathing became a rapid panting and her body tensed, bringing her muzzle close to his ear. The rush of her breath against his feathers accentuated the needy, unspoken demand presented by the sounds she was making, and he drove himself harder and faster into her quim to not only push her over the edge, but to send her hurtling. When she did, he only partly regretted it, taking the scratching of her claws in his stride, slowing down gradually to draw out her orgasm without overexerting either her or himself. It took perhaps half a minute, but eventually, her contractions stopped, though her guttural grunting and throaty growling persisted.

"Are all dragons that sensitive?" he asked softly, failing to keep the mirth from his voice. Her response was an elbow to his ribs. He chuckled at her reaction, nipping at her neck ineffectually. "You okay to keep going? There's no shame in admitting you can't do it." The heat of her exasperated sigh reminded him that annoying a fire-breather maybe wasn't the best course of action.

"If I agree to stop the teasing, are you gonna stop too?" she asked. The griffon pondered her question, keeping his hips rolling in slow rotations as he did so. She wasn't so sensitive that he couldn't probe her depths tenderly.

"Depends how well you stop the teasing," he responded after a few seconds. Rolling the both of them over, he adjusted to their new position, shifting his weight for a better angle and leverage. "But I asked you a question, and I answered yours. Care to return the favour?"

"As if you need an answer," Smolder retorted with a playful lilt, lidding her eyes and lifting her legs until they rested on his shoulders. "Fuck me up, bird-boy."

"Gladly." He didn't bother starting slow or warming up. Aside from the first few strokes, where he tested out the position and felt how her legs affected his balance, he was planning on going in hard and fast. Sheathing himself inside her inviting passage, he moved smoothly, pulling back in careful, undulating swivels, before placing his claws flat on the bed either side of her and slamming into top gear.

Smolder's eyes bulged as the griffon rammed himself into her, the angle provided by her raised hips deepening his penetration. His tip speared all the way to her cervix, stopping just short of actually bumping against it by not even an inch. Gallus worked like a jackhammer, his crotch clapping loudly against hers and his fuzzy nuts slapping against her scaled rear, walloping into her at such speed that he practically bounced off again. He used the momentum to plow her, not so much rocking his lower body back and forth, or sawing in precise, calculated strokes, but throwing himself at her again and again, roughly smashing their crotches together and stuffing her full of his pride. It was a testament to his skill that he managed to keep to a rhythmic beat.

Slapping her from this angle wasn't as effective as it had been when she'd been on top; he needed his claws to maintain his balance and his pace, and he couldn't quite put the power into each strike that she wanted. Still, he struck her cheeks a few times, earning a grateful grin from her. For the most part, though, he focused on plundering her depths, sinking himself as far and fast as he could into her hot, hungry quim. His brain recalled her earlier reference to plunge pools, and he barely managed to disguise his snicker as a whimpering grunt at the comparison. A dragon's lava plunge pool? Clunge plunge? He forced the ideas aside for the time being, wrlyly wondering if that train of thought could hold back a premature climax. Between it and his first orgasm, he seemed to have a longer duration ahead of him, something for which he was appreciative.

"Choke me," the horned girl urged him, looking up imploringly between breathy groans and hums. He couldn't refuse a request like that, particularly not from a friend, especially not from a female friend, and certainly not from a female friend who'd previously threatened to fuck him with his own cock. Slowing his hammering pelvis down to a more moderate speed, the griffon shifted a claw from the bed to her neck, reaching around her throat and squeezing. Her eyes widened in delight, and she smiled brightly even through her near constant vocalisations.

"Harder?" Gallus asked, rolling his hindquarters in swift circular motions while he stared her out, a confident smirk decorating his beak. She nodded immediately, her eyes rolling back as he obliged without question or delay. His claw constricted, tightening around her airway and coaxing a gargling grunt of appreciation from the dragon. He could feel her trying to breathe beneath him, her intakes of air audibly constrained by his grip. The greatest part of it was her expression; starry-eyed and excited, brimming with satisfaction, exuding contentment, the teenage dragoness was in her element.

"Fuck yes," she gasped, her voice garbled, drool dribbling from the corners of her mouth as the griffon resumed his frantic pounding. "Oh, fuck, daddy!" Blood rushed to her head in a frenzy, her body buzzing from the abundance of hormones and the deprivation of oxygen. Smolder ignored it, delighting in the high, the all-encompassing haze that came from this carnal debauchery. Her pussy clenched, squeezing demandingly at the tapered dick battering her insides. Every time he drove his cock into her, she felt the blazing trail it left as her nerves ignited from the touch, the persistent, pervasive friction practically leaving her canal aflame. For a dragon, there was little better than the comforting, invigorating sensation of heat.

"Nearly there," Gallus' voice reached her, the urgency in his tone registering even to her sex-addled mind. "You want it inside or what?" She reacted slowly, her vision seeming to follow a second after she turned her eyes to look at him. It was like being drunk, but the pleasure was ever-increasing, and so much more vivid. She knew he was close; his cock had been growing hotter and swelling for the last several minutes, the shaft hardening to a new state of firmness that made her drool with even more lust. Besides, his voice was laden with desperation, his tone almost utterly grunts and half-stifled pants.

"Inside," she panted, her inner walls convulsing from the mere thought. "Balls deep, daddy!" Her words were slurred, but she made sure he heard them. She needed him to understand just how much she had to have him inside her. "Don't waste a single drop!"

Once the words were out of her mouth, he pulled back, and she realised with a startled delight why he'd asked her where he should finish. His knot, previously having deflated between his last climax and their current bout, had ballooned to its greatest extent, leaving him with a snatch-stretching mass and her with a lot to fit in. She hadn't realised over the last ten minutes or so that his crotch had stopped thumping squarely into her buttocks, or that his nuts had stopped bouncing off her ass. Slamming forward, he forced the bulge past her lips and inside, dragging a pleasured yelp from the dragon as her box strained to accommodate what he was roughly feeding her.

Gallus managed to get several short, gyrating thrusts off before the dam broke, his testicles releasing their burning load into the girl beneath him. The tension broke, and the bristling, electric rush of his orgasm rolled through him like a current, carrying along with it all the stress, all the anger and irritation, all of the negativity that had built up inside him for the last week. As his semen surged up his throbbing, pulsating cock, the griffon threw back his head and cawed, screeching like an eagle while he coated Smolder's velvety walls in his spunk. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over his mind, blurring his vision and blocking all coherent thoughts from his brain. All he could do was cry out and hold himself up on trembling forelimbs. He refused to stop thrusting, shoving back and forth with as much co-ordination as he could in his orgasm-rent condition.

The dragon below watched in awe and fascination as the boy atop her tensed and cawed, releasing her from his grip as he fell into the throes of climax. She wasn't far behind him. The rough insertion of his knot, the twitching cock buried deep in her, the desperate humping from the tied griffon, and the boiling stream of seed spurting thickly into her sent her careening into her own orgasm. Her voice cracked from its usual huskiness into a feminine wail and a barrage of disconnected expletives flowed into the room, melding with Gallus' own shouts and groans of abject pleasure. Like him, she was utterly ensconced by her climax, her mind smothered in euphoria and her body tingling like an electric current was running through her. She could hardly think, and so she cursed and swore and reveled in the sensations, gripping at her partner and pulling him close to her.

It was a short fall, and one muted by the fluff of his coat, but the sight was chaotic and disorderly, if they'd had the state of mind to care. A writhing pile of orange scales and blue feathers, a cat-bird and a bipedal winged lizard, emitting all sorts of noises and sounds, from groans and whimpers to babbling and breathy cusses. It took a while for them to wind down, their movements growing less prominent and regular, until at last, they lay still, except for the rising and falling of their bodies from their exhausted, heavy breathing.

"Did...did you...caw?" Smolder panted after a couple of minutes, her voice rough and raspy. She received a groan from the griffon, whose head was resting in the pillow. He looked up, raising his head slowly to look vaguely at her.

"Maybe," he admitted, cheeks already lit up from exertion. He grinned sheepishly. "I was...I was kinda hoping that...that it wasn't out loud."

"It was," the dragoness chuckled, blowing out a puff of smoke, starting as she saw it rise to join the thick, dark, swirling blanket covering the ceiling. She must've came harder than she realised; normally she was in complete control of her body. She just hoped she hadn't done anything else she hadn't intended.

"Did you...call me 'daddy'?"

Shit. She had.

"Um...did I?" she asked, swallowing nervously. The winged boy next to her didn't seem to pick up on her discomfort.

"Several times," he answered, apparently oblivious to her reddening cheeks. "Once when I choked you, once when you asked me to finish inside you, and multiple times when you...you know, came." He didn't receive a reply, and he raised his head further to catch her eyes. She averted her gaze, and he clicked that something was wrong. "I didn't say it was bad. I mean, first time it's ever happened for me, but if it makes you happy, that's fine." She still didn't respond, and he frowned. Gently turning her head with his claw, he leaned in for a kiss, pressing his beak to her lips and closing his eyes, ready for a tender post-coitus makeout.

She didn't reciprocate. She lay there, as stiff as a board. It didn't take long for the griffon to realise, and he turned his attention to her neck, hoping to coax some positive reaction from her. He received nothing. Moving on to her shoulder, he tried again, nipping and kissing at her, to no avail. With his knot deflated enough, he eased himself from her with a slight wince from the sensitivity, and slipped further down, planting soft kisses across her chest and lower, ever closer towards her pelvis.

"Gallus...what are you doing?"

He paused at her stomach, casting his eyes up to her. She was watching him, her countenance a mixture of unease and uncertainty. In all honesty, the griffon hadn't known where he was going with his little journey. He'd been wanting to get her to react, to stop focusing on whatever had gotten her so shy all of a sudden, but it was apparent that it wasn't working. Sure, he'd gotten her to speak up again, but she didn't look content or cheerful. Delivering one final smooch to her scaled stomach, he pulled his head back.

"I'm a treasure hunter in my spare time, and I heard there's a pot of gold under each dragon," he answered with a smirk. "Am I getting close?" He held in his sigh of relief when she smiled and her usual energy returned to her face, chortling at his response.

"Not under this dragon," she informed him. "Best go look on some dragon else if you wanna get rich. You'll go broke treasure hunting here."

"I'll invest in some new maps," he responded, crawling his way back up her body and laying down beside her. Letting out a sigh, he swept a claw through his plume, setting it in place. "Sorry if I made it weird for you."

"It's okay," she answered. "It's just stuff I haven't sorted out yet. Feelings, emotions, relationships, that sort of icky stuff. I've discovered some things about myself since I came to the School, and I haven't had to confront them yet, so I just put them aside and ignored them. Maybe I need to do something about that."

"If you want to talk about it, I-"

"No."

"Okay, that's fine too." He let the silence linger until she decided to break it.

"I need to figure it out myself before I involve anyone else. Thanks, though. If I ever want to talk, I'll come to you." Her smile seemed more full of its usual tomboyish confidence. "I'm not exactly great at sharing things."

"Me neither," Gallus reminded her, resting a claw behind his head.

"Well, maybe it's because I know you understand. I just want to clear up what we're doing here."

"Just fooling around, wasn't it?"

"Exactly. Just two friends having fun. I don't wanna kiss or cuddle or whisper sweet nothings, I just want some fun with a friend I trust, and then I want to go straight back to being friends."

"I was good enough to make it a repeat, was I?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes in response and smirked.

"Don't let it go to your head, featherbrain. It's not something special just because we're fuckbuddies now."

"It's an upgrade from friends without benefits."

"Asshole." Her tone didn't carry the venom her words implied. "I just want to make it clear that we're not a thing. We're still just friends with a bit extra on the side."

"Yeah, I know. I wasn't looking for anything more."

"Good. Thanks for the understanding."

"Right back atcha. Co-operation makes the world go round." Several seconds of silence passed before he sat bolt upright. "Wait...makes the world go round..." He swung his hindlegs off the bed and fell athletically onto all fours, an excited, beaming grin on his face. Smolder watched in confusion.

"Everything okay?" she asked. The griffon nodded excitedly, padding over to his desk.

"It makes the world go round," he repeated, picking up his pen. When he didn't recieve a response, he turned back to the bed, where the orange girl was propping herself up on an elbow. "That's the answer to Professor Fluttershy's essay. That's why the tribes co-operated. It's how you bring together different cultures to form something bigger and better. It's helping each other out so that you both win. The reason you do it is because it's a positive sum game. It's like giving a griffon a massage, or telling a dragon the answer to a homework question; it's the bedrock of a decent society! Every creature wins!" He looked at her with a relieved grin, this time with an equally contented dragon looking back at him. She shimmied her way to the edge of the bed and jumped down, heading for the door. She took a couple of steps before she realised her legs were a little less responsive than normal.

"Maybe we should clean up before we start the essay," she suggested, glancing down at her legs to see multiple rivulets of sexual effluence dribbling down them, both his and hers. Glancing back at the bed, she winced, noticing a thick smear of white where she'd dragged herself down. She probably stank of sweat and musk, too. When the blue lug responsible for half the mess turned around, his eyes widened at the sight before he relaxed and chuckled.

"Yeah, we probably should," he agreed, getting up from the seat. His cock had retreated inside his sheath, but he still needed to get the reek of sex from his coat. "I'll scrub your back, you scrub mine?"

"I'll make sure to mind the wings," she answered, earning a grin from her partner in crime. "Unless you wanna fool around in the shower? I'm totally down for that."

"Maybe after the essay?"

"Tonight, got it." She reached for the door handle before he could object. "And when we do...could you maybe spit in my face and call me a nasty little bitch?"

"Uh...yeah, sure. If you want that."

"That'd be so hot."

"Smolder...in the nicest way...you are, without a doubt, the nastiest girl I've ever been with."

"You're welcome." She winked and opened up the door wide. Normally, the heavy, intoxicating scent of forty five minutes' worth of lewd activities flooding into the hallway of a school dorm would be a concern, but today they could afford to not worry about that.

The same could not be said for the smoke. Usually, the emergence of smoke from a student's room would arouse suspicion. This would be doubly so if the student's room wasn't a dragon's. Neither of those would've been a problem due to the lack of students in the dormitories, however, had it not been for the smoke alarms that Headmare Twilight had insisted be installed in every hallway in the school not three weeks earlier.

The ear-splitting wail of the alarms cut through the silence of the building as soon as the barest wisps emerged from Gallus' room, alerting the entire institution to what appeared to be imminent danger, and where to find it. Covering their ears to try and drown out the banshee-like scream, the two teenagers exchanged panicked glances. Thinking fast, Gallus slammed the door shut and leaped up into the air, finding the fire alarm and pressing urgently on the reset. The din phased out immediately, and he flapped his wings to usher away any lingering smoke, the ringing in his ears persisting.

"What's going on?!" came a raspy voice, drawing the attention of the two students. Of course it'd be Professor Dash; who else but the speediest and most daring pegasus, as she often reminded them, would respond first? "Is any creature hurt?"

"Uh, no, it's fine," Smolder tried to bluff, moving her hands from her ears to cover her crotch as inconspicuously as she could. "It was a mistake. We were just curious about the alarms, so I pressed it, and Gallus had to fix it before anything happened." She pointed up the griffon in question, who was hovering in place, smiling sheepishly with his claws behind his back. He gave a meek wave as his name was called.

"You went and pressed the test button on the alarm?" Dash questioned, tilting her head. "Okay, I can believe that...but why do I smell smoke?" She sniffed the air, wrinkling her nose as she did.

"You're probably smelling me," Smolder answered, thinking off the top of her head. She hoped the professor couldn't smell more than the smoke. "I'm...well, a dragon, and stuff. And we breathe fire, so...smoke."

"Okayyyy..." Dash continued slowly. "But why is it coming from..." She sniffed the air again, following the scent to its source. "...this room here?" The prismatic pegasus returned her gaze to the dragoness. "That's Gallus' room, isn't it?" She looked back up at the griffon, who was visibly sweating. She didn't receive an answer. "I'm going to check." Her hoof reached for the handle.

"NO!"

The outburst from the two students made her step back in shock, and she looked between their frantic faces. She frowned, knowing they were hiding something.

"Okay, you're going to start being honest with me," she warned them. "What's going on here?" The cyan mare looked between them pointedly. Several seconds passed in strained silence, with Gallus slowly floating down to stand beside the dragon.

"Professor...I can answer that..."

"Yes?"

"But...before I do..." He glanced sideways at the blushing scaled girl. "Do you think we can take a shower? It's been a stressful week."