Chapter 1: Coming Home

A crimson red and orange dragon sat atop his pile of gems, smirking as his gang wrestled beneath him, trying to earn the right to challenge him as King of the Hoard, a right they've yet to earn. A heavier set dragon, whose scales were of a deep purple, with several patches of lighter shades, managed to get close at one point, but he was easily sent back down with a quick jab of The King's foot. Garble, The King, cackled as the rotund dragon rolled down the pile, knocking over two other dragons before splashing into a pool of lava .

“Try again, loser!” Garble shouts as he ducked out of the way of a lanky purple dragon named Fume, with long blonde hair covering his face, who came flying in from the side, trying to catch Garble by surprise.

Fume landed head first into the hoard, with only his lower half sticking out, trying to grab hold of anything to get free, but it took another slim, yet more charcoal colored dragon, to pull him out.

“Thanks dude...” Fume says, pulling a gem out of his ear and tossing it aside. “Damn-it...I don’t think any of us stand a chance!” He huffed, blowing a puff of smoke out of his nostrils.

“Hey! How about we all take him at once! That'll definitely bring him down!” The charcoal dragon replied.

Fume didn’t have much time to think about what Baff said, though, as the pile started to rumble, and a large brown shape came flying towards them. Neither could do anything before Clump’s rotund body knocked them down to the ground at the bottom of the hoard.

Now laughing uncontrollably, Garble seemed to lose his balance as the ground shook from the heavy drake's crash, giving the meekest dragon in their group, a white and pink dragon named a Fizzle, a chance to tackle him. Garble was caught off guard, and with his balance already askew, the two ended up tumbling down, crashing into a pool of lava below. The gang was shocked. The weakest of them had just taken down Garble! Who's been undefeated for longer than any of them could remember.

“FIZZLE IS THE NEW KING OF THE HOARD!” The gang bursts out in celebration, running towards the wimpy drake still in the lava pool.

“T-Thanks guys...” He replied awkwardly, but with a proud smile.

Unbeknownst to the gang, Garble was still pinned down under said winner, face first against the lava floor, his tail hanging above him, and his cheeks somehow getting redder. The feeling was unfamiliar to him, but something about it just felt... right. He could feel the tent in his pants growing with each of Fizzle’s subtle movements, each one unintentionally rubbing his crotch against Garble's rear.

He nearly moaned as he felt Fizzle pressing against his ass, trying to lift himself up, but the red drake quickly bursts out of the lava, disguising his gasp of pleasure with a gasp for air.

“Oh! Sorry dude!” Fume says, going to help him up, only to be pushed back.

“H-He got lucky! I will be King of the hoard again in no time!” He stated, standing up and adjusting his pants to make sure the tent wasn't too noticeable.

“Hey, Garble... sorry if I, uh...” But before Fizzle could finish his apology, Garble turned and took off towards his cave.

He had to get rid of all the thoughts now running through his head as quickly as possible, or else they might find out and think he was a gay little sissy, “Whatever! Later! I'm turning in!” He shouted as he flew out of sight, dashing for his cave.

‘The fuck is wrong with me!’ He mentally screamed at himself as his mind was a storm of thoughts.

“Smolder, are you sure we should tell Garble? I don’t think he likes me very much, even now,” asked the purple dragon with deep emerald green belly scales.

“Spike. He will find out sooner or later, and we're not just tell him, we're telling my parents, too. We've been together for well over two years now, and eventually my family will find out.” The dragoness stated, flaunting her perfectly curved form, yet still flexing her visibly toned muscles as she carried her bag to the door.

The two lone dragons in Ponyville started dating a few years after helping Ember hatch the eggs and getting Garble to show off his love for poetry. It started off as just friends with benefits, but quickly turned into a real relationship after Spike asked her out on a real date, and convinced her to give dating a try.

Recently Smolder had been wanting to visit home, and figured it would be a good chance to tell her family about their relationship. Twilight, and just about everyone in Equestria, knew, but her side was totally in the dark about it. It's mostly because they were so busy: with Smolder finishing her advanced classes, so close to graduating from Twilight’s School of Friendship, and Spike helping run that very school.

“Yeah... you're right. Though, with any luck, he won’t kick my tail into next year.” He commented, knowing just how overprotective older brothers can be.

Smolder just rolled her eyes before walking over to the bed Spike was sitting on, “if he wanted to, he'd have to get through me first, ya dork.” She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him, comforting him as she pulled his head in between her ample breasts.

“Besides... messing with my things has never worked out well for him.” She teased as she nibbled the fin on his ear, causing him to shiver.

“Maybe we can do something to help calm my nerves before heading out?” He asked as he felt her ever so slightly wiggle her perfectly rounded, yet toned rear against his crotch.

She looked down at her dorky mate and smirked, before pulling him up, into a deep, passionate kiss, pushing him down as she did so, onto the plush bedding as she straddled his hips, “I was thinking about it... figured it was the best way to get you out without worrying.” She cooed as she feels his hands grab her ass.

Normally Spike wouldn’t be so forward, but after enough time with Smolder, he learned that she loved it when he got a bit bolder, and grew to fit her desire. Starting off as your classic polite virgin, he grew into a loving machine, easily able to match a normal dragon's stamina and skill, thanks to all the late night sessions they manage to get into. The dragoness was proud of her work, though at times she thought she may have done too well, as some nights left her wobbling to class the next morning.

Their lips lock again, Spike’s hand moving from above her pants to under her panties, enjoyed the feeling of her well defined rump while the other slides down her side, brushing against the mark just above her waist. His khaki pants were struggling to keep his sword sheathed at this point, as her breasts pressed against his chiseled chest. It wasn’t long before they broke off, just to quickly remove the clothes that blocked them from their goal; Smolder nearly tearing her booty shorts off as Spike was just seconds away from burning his pants off from not unbuttoning them fast enough.

“We should make this quick...” Smolder says, knowing it would take them a while to fly all the way out to the dragons lands, but still desperate for her hunk of a dragon, as shown by the wet spot on her discarded panties.

Spike could only nod as he admired her body, and electric blue eyes, “you get sexier every time I look at you~” He growls as he discards the last of his clothes, exposing his hardened rod to his lady love.

“Likewise, stud~” She licks her lips, seeing him pulse before her. She would normally have taken her time to slurp on his road, and gulp down many of his generous loads, but she knew they didn’t have the time.

She quickly positioned her dripping snatch over his shaft, letting the tip brush against her shimmering lower lips. Spike grabbed hold of her rump with one hand, and one of her breasts with the other, kneading both with care. The orange dragoness licked her lips once again before slamming herself down, filling herself to the brim with his dragonhood. A puff of smoke escaped both of them as they felt themselves joining together.

“Fuck... I swear you get bigger each time...” She coos with lust in her eyes.

Spike blushes a little, as based off what Smolder had told him, he was far above average for most dragons, even ones older and bigger than him. It made him a lot more confident, since hearing this from her meant she was happy about him, especially since she had more experience, even if it was only a handful of times.

Spike gave her ass a nice slap before starting to thrust into her, taking her for a ride, feeling every inch of her passage squeezing him as he pounded her. The sound of their grunts and moans filled the room as she held onto his shoulders, her claws digging into his thick scales as she slammed herself down fast as she could, to start meeting his thrusts.

“Don’t you dare hold back!” She shouts, her back arching, her inner walls clenching and flexing as she feels his girth spread her wide open.

He bites his lip, giving it his all as his claws grab onto her tighter, forcing her down harder, and thrusting his meat as deep as possible. Their wings were splayed and wisps of flames crossed their lips as their bodies burned from passion. They could each feel their climaxes building, desperate for release, as if their lives depended on it.

Smolder let out a low moan as her body shook with pleasure, constricting and convulsing around his shaft, desperate to bring him even closer to her very core. Spike arched his back, thrusting into her one final time before releasing wave after wave of seed deep within her. The sudden warmth filling her sent her over the edge yet again, cascading even more shivers down her spine, and causing her to flap her wings as she grounded her rear against his lap, savoring the soothing heat of his seed.

After some time to come down from their highs, the sounds of their pants and gasps were broken by Smoulder, “Feeling better...?”

The drake below her could only slowly nod and shiver as he felt his softening shaft slide out of his lover, cooing as his cum leaked from her rising form.

“Gonna need another shower before we go. Don’t wanna show up smelling like sex. Dead give-away before we even tell them.” She smiles as she turned back to him, giving a mischievous look, “Unless we want them to know we've been at it~”

“Shower it is.” He quickly replies, blushing at the very idea of anyone around them smelling their fluids on each other.

Spike could practically hear her eyes rolling as she stood up and pulled him up with her. “You're such a dork. But your my dork,” she happily sighs, dragging him to the nearest bathroom.

After a quick wash and a change of clothes, they finished packing their things and set off to the Dragonlands. Catching the wind just right, their trip was favored greatly and they arrived earlier than expected, cutting their travel time in half.

“We should find Garble and let him know we’re here,” Smolder suggests, scanning the ground below for her older brother, “Besides, finding him might be easier than finding my parents, especially if they're out gem hunting or something.”

Spike nodded dived down a bit lower to get a closer look, as Garble’s scale colors would cause him to blend in with the lava if he was swimming around in it. Luckily he was able to spot him sitting on the edge of a pool, tossing some gems into his mouth, but the closer they got, the more it seemed like he was distracted by something. Spike didn’t put stock into it, though, as he called Smolder, letting her know he found him.

“Good eye. Lets go.” She says, dashing off and landing a bit away, dropping off their bags to prevent any of them from burning up. “YO! GARGAR!” She calls out as she ran.

He crushed a gem in his hand before turning to see who called him by that name, but quickly smiled as he saw it was Smolder, “Hey what's up!” He opened his arms as he stood from the pool, meeting her with a high five turned fist bump.

“Decided to pay you a visit. And mom and pops, of course. Been too long.” She says, not giving the full details just yet.

Garble chuckled, “Missed your big brother, did ya? I get it. Mom and dad should be back from their gem hunt for dinner.” Looking over his sister's shoulder, he spots an all too familiar purple shape walking up behind her. His happy expression seemed to fade in an instant, “Is this... pony gonna be attached to you every time you visit?”

She raised her eyebrow before turning to see Spike sheepishly walking up to them, “Oh shut up, Garble, you know his name. You still wanna pick on him after all these years?” She says jabbing his side.

“Hey... Garble... How has your poetry been going?” Spike asked, trying to bring up something that Garble would, maybe, not get pissed at him for asking about.

As he rubbed his side, he glared at Spike, watching him squirm before rolling his eyes and nonchalantly replying, “It's been going well. Been doing classes since everyone was so interested after I showed them.”

“Hey Spike, you think we should go ahead and tell Garble?” Smolder asked, nudging his shoulder.

This got Garble's attention, bringing back the glare.“Tell me what?”

“Well, uh...” Spike rubs the back of his neck, “We... wanted to tell you...” His body's stiff, with sweat rolling down his face as Garble just stands there, towering over him, holding the physique of jock, bolstering muscles that put others to shame.

“Relax.” Smolder whispers, taking his hand in hers, which Garble notices instantly, his eyes glaring even harder at his target, trying to hold back from punching him into the sun.

Spike visibly relaxes, and after taking a deep breath, “Well... me and Smolder are... a couple.” He states as Smolder wrapped her arms around him, hugging him from behind.

Garble's glare grew colder, the silence was unnerving, and after a good minute, Garble inhales a deep breath before bursting out into a fit of laughter. He laughs so hard that fire spouts from his maw, growing hotter and changing color at the intensity of his laughter. His outburst gathers the attention of the rest of his gang, who came over to see what was going on.

“Hey, Smolder! Been a while.” Fume says, greeting her, “And... Spike?” He asked, tilting his head, surprised to see him with her.

“Yo, Garble! Why you losing your shit?” Vex asked, scratching his extended belly as he swallowed the last bits of an emerald.

Garble was still cackling, trying to catch his breath, “G-Good one, Smolder! As if you would date a loser like him!” He wheezed, pointing to Spike, who was awkwardly shifting in place.

“Wow! Good one, Smolder!” Clump bellowed as the other joined in with Garble’s laughter.

Spike was more than happy to brush it off, but Smolder’s clenched fists and rapidly tapping foot was clearly showing her irritation with them. Having spent most of her younger years with Garble, and by extension his friends, none of them ever expected her to date anyone. From what they knew of how tough she was, the only way anyone could get with her was by being tougher than even Garble, while also not daring to challenge her.

At least that's how they all imagined things to play out for her. It didn’t help knowing that Spike was raised by, what they considered to be, a weaker species: ponies, making him unimaginably wimpy and emotional. To them, the chances of her being with him was zero at best. That was until she started stomping over to Garble.

“Uh... guys...” Fizzle says, trying to get their attention, as he was the only one of them not laughing, the only one that sees the mark poking out the bottom of her shirt, and the only one noticing how pissed off she is, “I don’t think she's joking.”

Garble was practically wheezing before Smolder grabbed him by his collar and pulled him to her face. “You got a problem with my choices? Do ya?” She growls at him, forcing the gang to freeze on the spot.

“You... you're not joking?” Garble asks, having a front row seat to the rage in her eyes.

A trail of smoke was emanating from her nostrils as she growled out her response, “Do I look like I'm joking?”

The others stood shocked, snapping their eyes to Spike as he moved over to Smolder, who whispers into her ear, “I think they believe you...”

At that, Smolder sighs and lightly shoves her brother away, “Well, now you know. You gonna keep picking on Spike now?”

Garble looks from her to the drake behind her, “I can't believe it. My badass sister, one of the fiercest dragons around... how'd you even get with this twink?”

“Twink? I know for a fact that he could beat all your sorry butts! Would he be better for me after that?” She asks, crossing her arms.

This almost caused the group to break into another fit of laughter. From their point of view, Spike's always been smaller and weaker than any of them, even if he was about their age, and very recently about their height.

“You sure are putting a lot of trust in him, ain’t ya?” Fume declares as he and the others circled him.

“You guys never gave him a shot before. Not a real one, at least,” she lambastes, floating over to a pile of gems, picking up one of the rubies, and taking her seat. “Show’em what you got, SuSu!”

The gang looked back from Smolder and laughed, at the situation, at the pet name, at everything, all while Spike was flushed red in embarrassment, but quickly tried to shake it off. “H-Hold on. Let’s be reasonable... no one has to prove anything here...” He states, looking at the five dragons around him.

His words fell on deaf ears, however, as the ground shook and the biggest of the group, Clump, came charging at him as fast as his stubby legs could carry him, causing Spike to immediately turn to the foe, shifting his stance and bracing for impact. Clump slammed into the purple drake with all the force of a professional linebacker, but Spike was moved only a few inches before wrapping his arms around the tubby drake and using his tail to sweep his feet from under him, using his own weight against him and sending him flying.

The group was stunned, while Smolder smirked, “That all ya got?” And before Spike knew it, the others rushed him.

While all the action was going on, Smolder simply sat and watched proudly, only taking her eyes off the spectacle when she felt the gem pile shift as Garble sat down with a perplexed look beside her.

“Hey GarGar.” She says, getting his attention, “Why are you still picking on Spike? I thought that after you got more open with your poetry, you would've chilled out.”

“Is it wrong for someone to be protective of his little sister?” He says, passing it off as almost nothing, “What do you even see in that little twerp, anyways.”

“First off, I don’t need protection, I can handle myself just fine. Second, he isn’t all that bad, just like you aren’t all that bad.” She says, giving him a slight punch in the shoulder, “Besides, I'm sure you have better things to do than harass him all day, right?”

“Yeah, maybe.” He says idly, tossing a gem between his claws as his eyes wandered over to his gang, who were trying their best to take down Spike, but he was fending them off at every turn.

“Oh, I've been meaning to ask: Have you been seeing anyone, Gargar?” She inquires, genuinely curious about who's been entering her brother's life, “I'm sure you have at least a few dragonesses clamoring for a spot in your hoard, right?”

He pauses, this simple question should've been nothing, but it just made him stop, absentmindedly crushing the gem in his hand. His mind was sideswiped, thrown off, thinking about how he hadn’t actually had any success in any of his past relationships, if they could even be called that. Sure, dragonesses loved his confidence and his body, but it never lasted more than a single night, if they even got that far. They just... never connected, every one night stand was just a shallow, quick fuck. He never felt the drive to be with any of them, and, most of the time, it was a mutual feeling.

He wanted to live his life without any strings attached, to any dragonesses or hatchlings. He's just always felt better being with the guys, without any of those mushy feelings or anything like that. Being with his friends made him feel more comfortable, more accepted, more... and that's when he remembered what happened with Fizzle, particularly when fizzle's crotch was pressing against his rear; the feeling of being pinned by someone in control of him, even if it was unintentional.

Without thinking, his eyes wandered to the group of guys before him now, watching their sweaty bodies flexing against each other, gazing at their feats of strength. He watches as their muscles ripple with every tackle, envious of their blows, thinking of how good it would feel to have them impacting against him. He gazes at their bodies, watching as they work up a good sweat, and especially at their packages, bouncing and bulging in their pants and shorts. All making him ignorant of his own growing blush and tenting pants.

Smolder takes notice of her brother’s extended pause, and when she turns to look at him, she sees his blush, and it was not from memories long past, it was from his gaze, which is locked on the scene before them. So she turns and takes notice of the dragons below, taking her time to admire their bodies, biting her lip as she came to a wild and lascivious conclusion.

“That is... unless you were... into something else.” She says, leaning into her brother as her voice drifted higher and softer, “Maybe... other males, GarGar?”

His ear frills shoot up at her words, his face nearly glowing brighter than lava. ‘Gotcha,’ she smirked, but before he could retort, there was a shout as Spike managed to end up in one of the nearby pools of lava.

The siblings turn as Spike bursts out of the lava, but instead of the nearly formally dressed man he had been, out rose the nude form of an adonis. Garble’s eyes grew wide, and the feeling of his pants tightening became almost painful at the sight of Spike’s slim yet fit frame, lava dripping down his muscular form, over his glistening scales, rippling evers so lightly when he moved. His eyes couldn't help but follow the trails of fiery red and yellow as they flowed down to the main attraction.

Hanging between Spike’s legs was his package: bigger and bolder than Garble could have ever imagined him packing. Each and every subtle movement capturing the red drake's gaze, transfixed on the swaying of his shaft and swinging of his balls, radiating their power and desire for an incredibly fertile mate. Garble started panting, each breath firing out more and more visibly as he grew hotter and hotter under his collar, and the tent in his pants started twitching wildly, desperate for any attention, a sight that gave Smolder all the information she needed.

“Oh Spike! I should have mentioned! Only dragon clothing can withstand lava.” Smolder almost reluctantly shouts, admiring him alongside her brother with a lick of her lips.

Looking down, Spike covers himself as quickly as he can, “I Thought the lava was enchanted with some kind of magic or something!” He shouts as he rushes over to his bag, shifting through to find the quickest change of clothes he could to cover his 'shame'.

"Nope! Dragons just use fireproof fabrics... only natural ones in the world!" Smolder replies, enjoying the last sights of her lover's rear as he covered himself up with a spare change of clothes.

“Well now I know!” He says, dressed again, but this time avoiding the pools like the plague, and seeing how there was no one else coming after him, he finally relaxes a bit, clearing his throat and stretching some of his sore muscles.

After a cough from his sister, Garble finally came back from his fantasy, quickly turning away from Spike and trying to clear his head of the sights he had just seen, but he couldn't escape the titillating thought of Spike's naked form, sticking to the forefront of his mind like no other. “You ain’t out of the woods yet! You still gotta deal with our parents! And I still think you could do better, Smolder.” He shouted, not looking at either of them.

He turned to look at his gang, who were all panting and laying about, having spent a surprising amount of energy trying to take down the drake, only to fail in spectacular fashion. He huffed, disappointed how even 5 five of them couldn’t take on the weakest dragon he had ever seen. Furious and flustered, he took off into the air, flying straight to his cave.

Spike let out a heavy sigh as he watched him fly off, “I know he didn’t like me before, but after this, I doubt he'll ever like me.”

“I wouldn’t say that, Spike, I'm sure we'll find a way for him to warm up to you,” She says, kissing his cheek. “Also, all this,” she points to the still worn out and bruised dragons on the ground nearby, “was hot~” She whispered, smirking at his sudden blush.

Spike just stood there for a second before shaking it off, “Uh... well... should we help them?”

Smolder looked over, hearing a few of them groaning in pain, “They're still breathing. It's fine. Besides, we need to head to our cave and introduce you to mom and pops. Don’t worry, they're more like me than Garble, well at least dad is. Maybe they could get you some fireproof clothes, too. Though, granted, seeing you naked, covered in lava, was a treat.” She says, flicking her tail along his inner thigh.

He shivered from the sensation slithering down his spines. “You're too much of a tease,” He says, watching her turn and helping her pick up their bags, following her lead as they made their way to her family cave.

“You know you love it, ya goof.” She snickered as she took flight.

Author's Note

Thank you all for taking your time to read this. This was a bigger project then we both thought it it would be, and it based off like one image we saw. And thinking to expand it more.

Hope you all are looking forward to the future chapters.