Author's Note

A cute play on the term, Bagged and Tagged.

Bugged and Dragged

“Mmm!”

The blue changeling woke up that night, to the feel of the bunk bed above hers rocking, and to the dragoness’ smoky musk filling her nostrils.

“Smolder?” Ocellus whispered, as she could already picture what was going on.

When Smolder came back earlier, saying she’d just gone for a brisk fly around the school, Ocellus could tell even then that her friend was hot and bothered.

Ocellus blushed, “Smolder?”

In the bunk above, Smolder was biting on her blanket as she plunged two of her digits down her virgin hole. The dragoness’ hips rocked with the rhythmic thrusting of her claws. She moaned through clenched teeth.

Her intimate moment she’d shared with Gallus had caused her heat to fire up something fierce. The horny dragon clawed desperately at her own inner sanctum, in an attempt to relieve the intense need.

A light blue hoof popped up over the edge of Smolder’s bed, followed by another.

Ocellus could feel her heart flutter as she watched her friend in the midst of self-pleasure. Smolder looked so hot right now to the little changeling. Thanks to her natural ability to absorb emotions, she could just taste the sheer lust coming off her.

Against her better judgement, Ocellus climbed into the bed with Smolder.

The dragon had four digits stuffed in her at this point. A big wet spot formed from her juices staining the mattress.

Ocellus nudged her friend with a hoof, “Smolder!”

Just the simple touch startled the dragoness into stopping. She grabbed the hoof that had touched her, before she opened her eyes and saw Ocellus crouched over her.

Smolder’s cheeks were red, “Ocell? What?”

“Let me help you!” Ocellus said firmly.

Smolder licked her dry lips, “Help? You wanna help with this?” She said with nearly her full fist stuffed between her legs.

Ocellus put both front hooves on her friend’s chest, “I don’t like seeing you in discomfort like this. And anyway…” she blushed, “all this lust energy you’re putting off is so good.”

Smolder gulped, “I’m… feeding you?”

Ocellus nuzzled her friend’s warm scaly chest, “I can’t help it… it’s a changeling thing, you know.” She grew more affectionate, “It’s such a sweet emotion.”

Smolder had to think as Ocellus continued to rub against her, “Wh-what, what are you gonna do?”

Ocellus looked in Smolder’s eyes as she said, “I want…” she crawled backward, “to taste you, Smolder.” She continued to nuzzle Smolder’s smooth belly as she traced her way down.

The dragoness could only stare as her friend got closer to her privates. She knew the changeling was serious as soon as she felt the bug pony’s breath against her slit.

Smolder took her paw away to let Ocellus do what she was going to do. Any relief was welcome, any relief.

Ocellus let out a little wow, when she was finally staring at her friend’s most private place. She breathed directly on the rosy pink petals of Smolder’s slit.

Smolder sucked in air as the changeling’s breath tickled her insides.

Ocellus looked up at Smolder, “May I?”

The blushing dragoness just nodded while her heart started to beat fast, “Just do it.”

That was all the bug needed before she slipped her tongue over Smolder’s slit. It didn’t taste quite like Ocellus thought it would.

Just that light touch sent an intense shiver up Smolder’s spine, “Shit…”

Ocellus kept licking, tasting the juices that stained the surrounding scales. When she had licked that up, she held it open with a hoof then slipped her tongue between the folds.

Smolder cursed again, “Shit!” while she felt her insides violated by friend’s tingly, wiggling tongue.

Ocellus withdrew her tongue and she hummed from the pure liquid lust, “So good…” She had to keep going. She stuck her little muzzle between Smolder’s legs and slipped her tongue back in to gather more of her sweet lust.

“Fuck!” Smolder cussed while Ocellus continued to pleasure her, showing quite the technique for both their first times.

Before long, Ocellus was just making out with Smolder’s pussy, slipping her tongue far as she could, while her lips sucked on Smolder’s lips.

Drool and cum dripped down the changeling’s muzzle, and stained the dragon’s mattress.

Ocellus’ forelegs held down Smolder’s legs.

Smolder’s claws tore the bedcover as her hips rocked back against every hot lick.

Ocellus kissed Smolder’s pussy whenever she pulled out to catch her breath, her tongue tracing the outer ridges. She noticed, “You don’t have a clitoris, Smoldy?”

The dragon laughed nervously from the random question, “Well, no… I think that’s just a thing mammals have.”

Ocellus kissed the top part of her friend’s slit, where there would have been one, “Interesting… Changelings aren’t mammals either, but I know I have one.” She slipped her tongue back inside to gather more liquid lust.

A grin curled up Smolder’s muzzle, “Really?” she moaned, “Can I see it? I mean, since we’ve already gone this far.”

Ocellus kept licking while she pondered Smolder’s request. The changeling withdrew, but only so she could pick herself up, shift her body around so her rump was in Smolder’s face while she continued her oral attack.

Smolder blushed harder now that Ocellus had exposed her rear so readily for her. They rarely wore clothes, so technically there wasn’t anything to expose, but it did not lessen the effect of staring at her friend’s tight pink labia, nestled between puffy blue folds, or the cute, tidy, little ring above the slit.

Ocellus blushed from letting her friend see everything so up close. She blushed more when she felt a paw touch her smooth chitinous rump.

“Damn!” Smolder whispered as she pinched Ocellus’ rear, peeling the lip to see the light pink folds, the little pulsing clit as the bug had described.

Ocellus just kept tasting Smolder’s virgin hole, her muzzle now upside down, thus pressed against the dragon’s other virgin entrance. Her breath on that puckered ring struck the dragoness with erotic chills across her inexperienced body.

“Celestia…” the dragon muttered under her breath.

…

In the dorm down from theirs, Silverstream was up, her ear pressed against the wall that separated the two rooms.

The hippogriff’s wings flapped as she listened to the fun stuff happening next door.

The big brown, woolly lump in the bottom bunk moved about. Her sensitive bovine nose detected a strong musky smell. The yak woke with a yawn “Silverstream?”

The purple hippogriff held a clawed finger to her beak, “Yona, we have to be quiet. I can hear the girls in the other room, I think they are playing Mommy Games!”

Yona tilted her head, “Mommy Games?”

The excited purple horsebird trotted on the rug, as her wings kept flapping, “Yeah, Mommy Games, like the games that my mom plays with her friend, Seacelia! Mom and Seacelia go into the bedroom, they don’t let me or Terramar go in, but I like to listen because it sounds like so much fun! They make all kind of noises, almost all night, and it makes their room kinda smelly, but they’re always hugging and kissing when they come out, so it must be a really fun game.”

The yak tried to follow the hippogriff’s long over-elaborate description. Her wide nose twitched and Yona scratched her nose with a hoof before she was able to identify the source of the smell that woke her up. “Why hippogriff smell like Mama, Papa Yak private hut?”

Silverstream turned her flexible neck back, innocently lifting her tail, flashing Yona as she sniffed herself, “Ooh! That happens sometimes when I listen to Mommy Games with Terramar. My thingy gets all wet and sticky. I mean, we’re usually underwater so I don’t even notice until my brother points it out, he always has this silly look when he does it. He goes to his room and makes noises too, but not like Mom’s noises.”

Yona blushed when Silver had blatantly exposed her vulva to the yak. She knew exactly what Silverstream was describing. She knew this because yaks were taught early about how Mama Yaks and Papa Yaks make baby yaks, and how sometimes Mamas like other Mamas, and Papas like other Papas. Yona gasped, “Silverstream! Good girl is not supposed to expose her privates, unless she want call hussy!”

Silverstream gasped as she turned around then sat down on the rug, “Oh no! I didn’t even think of it! I don’t want to be called a hussy!” She blinked for a few seconds before she asked, “Um, what’s a hussy?”

Yona sighed and stomped a hoof, “Hussy is loose girl, wave rear at boys and girls like free buffet! Hussy is very bad girl!”

Silverstream raised an eyebrow, “But why is it so bad to show everyone my butt?”

Yona grunted and rolled her eyes, “Ugh! How hippogriff not know about sex? Silverstream older than Yona!”

Silverstream blinked as if it had just dawned on her, “Oh! Is that what Mom does with Auntie Seacelia? I’ve actually been able to peek on them a few times! I’ve seen Mom licking Seacelia in her naughty place, and I sometimes see my brother’s pink thing come out after we’ve been watching.” She paused, “Oh… I’m not supposed to do all that am I?”

Yona shook her head, “No! Not if want call hussy! Supposed be good girl and wait for good boy!” She sat down on the floor as she touched her two front hooves together, “Like Sandbar!” she said it in a dreamy fashion as hearts floated over her head.

Silverstream smiled at her friend’s cute crush on their friend, “Aw, Yona! Well, I don’t really like a boy like Sandbar, but I do like Gallus! Gallus is funny, he’s sensitive, he’s half bird like me!”

Yona smiled at Silverstream, “Silverstream like Gallus, like boyfriend?”

Silverstream had to think, “Well, I’m not ready for a boyfriend, but I do like Gallus, but I like all our friends! Besides, I think Smolder likes Gallus too. They are so much alike in how they can say mean stuff and it’s still funny.”

Yona approached Silverstream to jab the hippogriff in her plumage, “Then Silverstream must try win Gallus over Smolder!”

Silverstream pouted, “But then Smolder would be sad. Can’t there be some way the both of us can share Gallus, like Mom and Seacelia sometimes like to play with Dad?”

Yona nodded sagely, “Yes, Yona Mama tell Yona how sometimes yak can have two Mamas, one Papa, or other way! Yona has two Papas!”

Silverstream seemed so intrigued now, “Oh, so two boys can do that stuff together? I mean, I do sometimes see my dad preening with Uncle Seaspray, but I’m sure it’s just because they’re brothers.”

Yona just touched her two hooves together, “Brother yak can have sex with brother yak, yes. They put it in butt.”

Silverstream oohed and awed at all she was learning, “Oh, that’s sex? I have seen Dad do that with Seaspray when they thought I was in the other room with Terramar. I’ve seen them suck on each other’s things, and I’ve seen them rub their things together until they make the seafoam.”

Yona blushed again from Silver’s vivid descriptions. She shamefully could feel the wool around her hindquarters getting damp, “That not seafoam, that sperm. That how Daddy make baby with Mommy.”

Silverstream’s innocent mind was being blown to kingdom come right now, “Wow! And Dad is making babies in Uncle Seaspray’s butt?”

“No, it only work with Mommy and Daddy. Two boys still do it, because it feels good and they like it. It mean love!”

Silverstream gasped, “Then Dad loves Uncle Seaspray?”

Yona nodded while the blush in her muzzle grew, “Yes, sex mean love. Make babies, no make babies, it always mean love!”

Silver touched her beak with a purple claw, “So, when Terramar makes the seafoam in his claws, does that mean he loves himself?”

Yona frowned, “What?”

“Yeah, sometimes when Terramar’s thing comes out he goes to his room, but he doesn’t always close the door right. So I watch him play with his thing until his stuff comes out, sometimes he says Mom’s name when he finishes.”

Yona pushed Silver with her front hooves, “Silverstream, please stop. Make Yona wool wet.”

Silverstream could pick up the earthy musk of her roommate, “Oh… are my stories turning you on, Yona? I’m sorry!” She blushed finally.

Yona shook her head, “No, no. It perfectly normal to feel wet. Yona need go rub it.”

Silverstream’s bashfulness was immediately forgotten as she hopped up, “Ooh! Can I see your thing, Yona?”

Yona gasped, “What Yona just say about not be hussy?”

Silver tilted her head, “So sex is good, but looking at someone’s wet thing makes me a hussy?”

Yona groaned, “Silverstream, Yona, too young. Need finish education, get job before make babies or not make babies.”

Silver’s mind was in a whirl and she had to hold her head, “Okay, now I’m confused.”

Yona sighed.

…

In the other room, Ocellus laid with Smolder in the changeling’s bottom bunk.

The top bunk had been plenty spoiled by their earlier activities.

A glowing, blushing Smolder planted thankful kisses on her bug-pony friend’s cheeks and muzzle, “Thank you, Ocellus for all that.”

Ocellus absorbed all of friend’s post-sex lovey emotions. She cuddled back her sexy dragon friend, letting her lavish little kisses on her, “I’ve honestly been waiting for a reason to do something like that for sometime, Smolder.”

Smolder petted her friend’s backside, letting her claws tickle the sensitive veins in her transparent wings.

Ocellus shivered from the teasing, “I know you like Gallus, Smolder. I know that’s what that thing was about.”

The dragon blushed as the changeling spoke. Was she really that transparent about her feelings with Gallus? She just always liked hanging out with the griffon because he was so much like her. She figured she only let him jack off in front of her because that was a thing friends did, really intimate friends. Did she really like him like that, though?

Ocellus smiled as she drew circles in Smolder’s chest with her right hoof, “What were you really doing yesterday, Smoldy?” She giggled, “I know you weren’t just flying around the school.”

Smolder sighed, “Okay… so I gave Gallus back his dirty magazine.”

Ocellus blushed, “Oh right, I was kinda hoping I could look through that some more. I wanted to try turning into that sexy dragoness.”

Smolder could already picture it and it made her slit tingle, “Okay… so Gallus asked if I wanted to go read the porn with him. I think he was just joking, but I said yeah. So we did that.” Smolder found herself idly tickling Ocellus’ ear.

The changeling’s wings vibrated as she giggled, “That’s cool, sharing a good book, even if it’s porn.” She wiggled her non-existent eyebrows at Smolder.

Smolder continued, “Well, after we’d been looking through the porn, Gallus’ dick got hard. It was big, fleshy, veiny, and dripping stuff all over.” She could feel her heat flaring back up, just from reminding herself of how big he was, “He’s a real good size… I beat he could leave me bow-legged… I’m more into girls, but I wouldn’t mind letting him split me with that thing of his.”

Ocellus lay there on Smolder’s belly, just absorbing the dragon’s lust for her griffon friend. It was so sweet, so fattening. The changeling burped, “Sorry.”

Smolder blushed, “You’re just eating all that up, huh?”

Ocellus smiled, “Oh yeah… your every thought is so sexy, Smolder.”

Smolder grinned, “Then you’ll like this next part.”

And she told Ocellus about how she convinced Gallus to start jacking off in front of her. She told about fingering herself then making Gallus smell her moist heat on her claws, how he licked her claws clean, how it made her feel even hotter, how much she just wanted to push that griffon over then jump his bones. She described how much hot cum the griffon made, for her, to impress her. She was so about to kiss him, fuck him, whatever he wanted, but then Sandbar had came in and wrecked the mood.

Ocellus’ vulva winked and drooled from Smolder’s story. Her wings vibrated as she sucked up all that fresh love, “Oh, Hive, Smolder, you’ve made me so full.” she spoke in such lusty, sultry, very not Ocellus-y tones just from how much Smolder filled her up, “So much love and lust!”

Smolder herself felt turned on at seeing how much she was turning on Ocellus.

The two friends locked eyes as Smolder reached up to grip Ocell’s face.

Then, before either had a moment to think, Smolder locked muzzles with Ocellus.