Siblings Sharing

With a deep breath, Smolder slowly wakes from one of the deepest and warmest nights of her life. She sighs contently as her body relaxes, resting her head against Spike’s chest, his arm wrapped around her, holding her close, almost protectively. His deep, slow breaths calms her, letting her know that he's still there, resting, recharging.

‘After last night, he needs all the rest he can get... or not...’ She thinks to herself as she shifts her body, wanting to feel his morning wood rubbing between her thighs, making her release a soft giggle.

Soon the bed shifts as their third member adjusts himself on his side of the bed, Smolder's smile turns into a cheeky grin as she sees that her brother didn’t run away this time around. In fact, she sees his arms wrapped around Spike while resting his head against him as well, even with a content smile, ‘Maybe if this goes far enough... GarGar might join us... permanently.’ Turning back to her lover, she pushes the thought aside, for the time being, at least, though she couldn't help but remember that he's been just that little bit happier since opening up to them.

Unbeknownst to her, Garble is half awake, eyes shut, trying to distract himself from his morning wood pressing against Spike’s leg. He then lets out a strained breath as his cock brushes against the purple dragon’s own member, reminding him just how little he used his cock these past few days. Though, in the back of his mind, he wasn't bothered by it, as it just felt right, being the one fucked by the more dominant drake.

Garble groans into Spike’s chest as the drake shifts, pressing his cock against Garble’s cock without knowing it, and causing the drake to give a light thrust in return, grinding against him as his erection twitches even harder.

He doesn't know how much time has passed, but he slows himself down as the pleasure truly begins, not wanting to get caught frotting another guy, ‘Am... Am I really worried about that... after... that...’

Garble grunts and pushes himself away from Spike, the shove waking him up before Smolder sits herself up and Spike gives a deep yawn, rubbing his eyes, “Well good morning~ How are my two favorite drakes doing?” She says with a smirk.

“That... was the best sleep I've had in awhile.” Spike replies as he rolls his shoulders, “No aches or pains, even after an... active evening.” He states with a blush as he briefly remembers something warm and stiff pressing against him before he fully woke up.

Garble only mumbles as he moves to the edge of the bed, using the sheet to hide his erection.

“Come on now, GarGar, I thought I asked you to be more open around us.” Smolder reminds him with a raised brow.

Garble growls, “Fine... I enjoyed it again... whatever.” He says, standing and walking to the door, only to be pulled back by his tail.

“I don’t think you should go walking around without a very thorough cleaning. Don’t want mom and pops smelling SuSu on you, do you?” She warns him, making both drakes blush, “It's normal for me, but not for you two to smell like each other’s spunk, so go take a shower and I'll get you some clothes from your room.” She says with a tone that states it's an order, not a suggestion.

They both nod and make their way to the lava shower as she cleans herself up enough to make her way to Garble’s room. The two step into the freely flowing shower and sigh as the molten magma washes over their scales, neither speaking as they focus on trying to get the scent of sex off of themselves, with Garble having to do a deeper cleaning. But as they wash their bodies, Spike glances over to Garble, who’s letting the lava wash over his dragonhood, obviously trying to get it to go back down, only to get him thinking. He's yet to see Garble use his cock, in any way, and it didn’t seem very fair to him, even though he saw Garble enjoying every second of his own cock.

“Hey... uh... Garble... you... want some help with that?” He asks, looking over, his own erection still standing tall.

Garble’s face shifts from heated bliss to shock from Spike’s words, “Dude, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I know it's kinda... well... very sudden to ask, but... It just seems fair. You've given me... more than my fair share of pleasure, and what kind of gentle drake would I be if I didn’t... return the gesture?” He says, having moved a little closer to him.

Garble nearly speaks up, but the thought of how stupid he would be to turn down something like this, especially since he already knew Spike wasn’t the type to make someone's life harder, something Smolder repeatedly said to him while they were waiting for him the prior evening, made him pause.

“F-Fine... whatever... just don’t be all feely or gay about it...” He says, crossing his arms and looking away.

Spike gives a soft smile, giving only a mental eye roll at the gay comment before slowly going down, blushing as he found himself on this side of things for the first time in his life. He's just as inexperienced as Garble was, but he's determined to give it his all as he strokes Garble’s cock. He feels his ridges in his hands, bumping over his fingers as he feels a warmth not from the shower.

He glances up and sees the purple eyes of the drake looking down at him. He opens his maw and slowly slips the rod into his mouth, treating it like a delicate Popsicle, wrapping his tongue around it. Both drakes blush, each of them feeling a bit awkward, but the pleasure soon took their minds off of it.

‘Hm... Tastes like smolder... only more... masculine...’ Spike comments to himself as he starts getting more into it, causing more flavor to wash over his tongue as his face glows a brighter red.

Garble starts panting, using a hand to brace himself against the wall, he finds his other hand absentmindedly resting on Spike’s head as he enjoys his mouth around his cock. He can tell Spike's new to it, but something about it being him made up for it as his cock twitches in his mouth. The red drake groans as he feels more and more of his cock sliding further and further into Spike's mouth, almost deepthroating it before pulling away, gasping for air.

“Fucking hell...” Garble groans, his cock resting against Spike’s face as he catches his breath, but while his mouth is stopped, his hands keep working his shaft, stroking all over it, from its fat base to its tapered tip.

Soon Spike gathers himself and looks up to the red dragon before going back to lick his shaft, moving his free hand to slowly cup his balls. His eyes meet Garble’s, and they both freeze, but only for a second as Garble guides his cock back into the welcoming warmth of Spike’s maw, its slickness allowing him to thrust his hips just a little bit.

Spike moans around his shaft, and starts stroking his own morning wood, working hard as the new taste flows over his tongue letting him know that Garble's close. But Soon they hear a knock on the shower door.

“Hey, I got GarGar’s clothes! You two better hurry up!” Smolder states, listening for a response.

“Uh... be out in a few...” Garble stutters as Spike redoubles his efforts to get him off, “Got... a deep cleaning... ya know...” He stops and hangs his tongue as he thrust his hips in time with Spike's bobbing head.

Garble soon starts tapping Spike's head, which confuses him for a few seconds before his hot and salty cum starts filling his mouth. The flavor rushes over his tongue as he swallows as fast he could, failing hard as it starts leaking out from around Garble's cock. Cum starts oozing out of his nose and down his chin even running down his chest as his brain still tells him to swallow as much as he can. Not paying any attention to his partner's heavy panting or his few final thrusts.

Spike taps his leg, earning Garble's attention as he finishes swallowing what he could with his dick still in his mouth, only to release him and let him gasp for air, panting, dripping cum and spit down his lips. As Spike catches his breath, though, neither noticed that Smolder's no longer trying to get their attention, but instead, they look at each other before blushing and looking away, choosing to focus on getting clean once again.

Once they're sure they no longer smell of sex, they come out of the shower and see Smolder holding a set of clothes for each of them, still in her undergarments, though, seemingly not caring if her parents caught her like this.

“You guys took way too long, and, SuSu, you may want to brush your teeth.” She says with a smirk.

Before they can apologize, their eyes shoot open and they stare at Smolder in disbelief, “W-Wait... what... how did...”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Though, next time, I want to watch.” She says, bumping her hips against them as she makes her way to the hoard to get some breakfast.

After getting dressed, they join her, with her parents joining them not too long after, and from the powerful scent coming from them, their parents seemed to have been rather busy last night, themselves. During their chitchat, after they poke their fun at Garble’s moodiness, locking himself in his room like a bratty hatchling, while asking how long Spike and Smolder are planning on staying in their lovely abode.

“Well, we were planning on heading out tomorrow morning.” Smolder responds, “After we get some fire proof cloth, and finally make use of the few lava spots in Equestria.”

“Yeah, it... has been rather nice here. And you guys have been so accepting of me and Smolder being together.” Spike stammers with a smile, his tail coiling around hers.

“Of course we would be. If you weren’t the right drake, well, Smolder would've left a few different types of marks on you instead.” Her mother says with a cocky smirk, knowing her kids could kick ass like nobody's business.

After a hearty laugh they all go their separate ways for the day. Smolder and Spike go hunting for gems to replenish Smolder stolen stash, and some for their home as well. While she's at it, Smolder shows Spike that Dragon Lands gems have a better flavor, and can actually improve scale strength, thanks to them being formed in a volcanic area.

Meanwhile, Garble gets back to his gang, who were still in some pain from the beating Spike gave them. When he arrives, Garble puts on his best face and goes off about how they're so pathetic, making up a whole story about how he managed to beat Spike with ease on his own. Being as gullible as they are, they believe him and go about their day, palling around, keeping control of their turf, and all the general mischief a typical dragon is expected to enjoy. The only problem is that he has to dodge questions left and right about where he's been the last few days, forcing him to make up more and more stories.

“You think you're gonna start a hoard with her? Who is she, anyways?” Clump asks as he tosses a gem down his gullet.

“You fucking crazy?! I am not dealing with that shit.” He replies faux angrily, suppressing his blush, his mind wandering to the thought of being marked by Spike, of being in his hoard, “Besides, you know once you mark 'em’, all they'll do is beg for a clutch of eggs! Fuck that!”

“You gotta hit and quit it, my dude.” Clump agrees.

“Gotta fuck and duck, my guy.” Vex chuckling says as they head off, leaving Garble relaxed, as everything seemed normal.

Later that evening, Smolder and Spike start packing up their things for the return trip, having grabbed plenty of extra gems, plenty of fire-proof cloth, and seen plenty of wondrous sights. They look over to the doorway and see Garble leaning against it, looking just as conflicted as before, his eyes watching them as they pack.

“Hey Garble... You okay?” Smolder asks, clearly seeing that her big brother is bothered by something.

“Hm? Oh... yeah everything is cool. So... you guys gonna be gone tomorrow, right?” He states, trying to deflect the conversation.

“Yeah... we are.” She replies, placing her hands on her hips as she raises her brow, “But we may visit sooner next time... if you want us to.”

“Nah, just go back to pony land, or whatever.” He replies while crossing his arms, looking away once again, “I don’t care one way or another.”

“You're a horrible liar, GarGar. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be here.” She states, as they weren’t keeping him here, and he followed them in when they came back, “You know. You could come and visit us. See how things are in Equestria.”

“W-Why would I do that?!” He stumbles through his words.

“Well, first off, you wouldn’t have to worry about ponies finding out about your... interests. They are very accepting. Unlike, well... You know...” Smolder says, both of them knowing very well how dragons are.

“She's right. I know dragons aren’t the most... accepting, at times. And from what Ember tells me, she is working on changing it, slowly, over time. Some things might not change, but at least you can be yourself right now, if you come with us to Equestria, that is.” Spike states, putting in his two cents.

“It was... just a phase... or whatever...” Garble replies, knowing full well that he already admitted he enjoyed it, but wants to forget about it once again, “Besides, once you're gone... things'll go back to normal, and that... interest will go away...”

“If you come with us, it won’t have to. We both know you enjoyed it, and if you come with us, you can fully embrace it and enjoy this new side of yourself.” Smolder says almost nonchalantly, shrugging as if it was no big deal to her.

Spike stood next to her, “It's your choice. If you don't want to come with us, then, tomorrow, when we leave, we'll act like nothing happened and it won’t be brought up again.”

“Like we've said so many times already.” Smolder says, rolling her eyes before giving a yawn, “Whatever you decide, just do what makes you happy, big bro. I know I did, and I don’t regret it.” She then coils her tail around Spike’s, leaning against him as a smile grows on her tired face.

“Yeah, whatever... Got that shit out of my system. I'm over it now...” He replies nonchalantly, his arms crossed as he makes his way out, “And since I don’t have any reason to go with you... This dies tonight.” He tells himself under his breath as he heads for bed, alone.

The warm morning sun shines on Spike’s scales as he and Smolder bring their bags out of the cave, getting ready to head back to Ponyville. Smolder’s parents have already said their goodbyes, and left the two of them alone with Garble, who tries his best to look as uninterested as possible.

“We're gonna head out soon, GarGar. You know that offer still stands, right?” Smolder reminds him.

Garble growls, “Yeah right. Things'll finally go back to normal when you're gone, so forget about it.” His words were harsh, his tone was harsher, but his face held a glimpse of his true emotions, of how much he regretted not doing more, as hidden as it is beneath his stern mask.

“Alright, Garble.” Smolder says before giving him a punch on the shoulder, dropping the topic like he wanted, “But it was good seeing you again. And I'll make sure to visit more often.”

He relaxes a bit and smirks, “Hope they don’t soften you up too much, sis.” He teases, already feeling a bit more at ease with himself.

“Do I need to remind you how Spike handled your boys?” She replies with a slight glare, only to turn it into a playful grin.

“That was self defense, nothing more.” Spike groans, rubbing his temples, not being one for combat, and hating having to engage in it.

“Really now? That was self defense? You kicked their asses!” Smolder laughs rather hartley, “They never stood a chance.”

“Dumb luck, if anything. They've been lazy sacks for a while now. Nothing I couldn’t have handled.” Garble jeers, shaking his head at how pathetic his pals have gotten.

“Might wanna kick their asses back into shape, GarGar.” She chuckles before a gust of wind blows past them.

Spike sniffs the air and sneezes from the heavy sulfur, likely from the surrounding volcanoes, “Anyways, I think we need to head out, the winds are about to change, will double our trip back if we wait any longer.” Spike states, showing off his smarts, of which Garble struggles to hold back from mocking.

“Alright alight,” she says, giving her brother a reassuring pat on the back before picking up her bag and taking to the sky with Spike. “See ya later, bro!” She calls out as she and Spike fly off into the horizon.

Garble shifts on the spot, watching them go, and giving a small wave as he feels a pang of regret, knowing he can’t leave what he has here. He tells himself that soon this would all be a thing of the past and he opens his wings, taking off towards the lava pools, where his gang was waiting for him.

“Yo, Garble! What took you so long, dude!?” Vex calls out, “Where's Smolder and that weak little pony drake?” The group chuckled.

Garble’s eye twitches as he lands, immediately walking over and giving the purple and yellow drake a rough smack upside the head, “Do I need to remind you how that pony drake beat all your sorry asses? You’ve all gone soft! Gonna have to change that.”

‘Back to normal... back to normal...’ Garble echoes the words in his head, trying as hard as he can to make that reality.

Time passed and things seemed to go back to normal, for the most part. Garble's been working his gang to the bone, making them re-earn their title of toughest in the land; more sparring, more training, and more general fighting over turf. This impressed not only their rivals and elders, but also the dragonesses that saw their strength.

During this time, he and Smolder have started writing to each other, quite often since her visit, and he found it rather relaxing, to just read through her adventures during her time away. Though he tried to avoid it, he would also add notes asking how Spike was doing too, allowing the letters to get longer and longer with every additional story, question, and note from each of them. He always eagerly returned their messages, showing genuine interest, while keeping his tough persona and describing his feats over that same time frame.

Some being how much stronger his group became, compared to back then, and others about his exploits involving a few dragonesses that caught his eye, and how he easily managed to woo them into his bed. He didn’t know why, but he felt rather smug when he got their reply, surely expecting something different from what they wrote back.

Hey, GarGar!

That is awesome, bro! Thinking about making any of those dragonesses your lucky mate? What were they like? I wanna hear all about it!

Hey Garble, this part is from Spike.

Congrats! I'm sure it was a rather enjoyable time. I always had the feeling you were a lady killer, with how confident you are. I'm sure you swept them off their feet in no time at all. Hope to hear from you again soon, though we may be a bit busy, what with the new classes coming soon, but we'll make sure to respond to future letters as soon as we can!

With Love,

Smolder & SuSu~

Garble feels a twitch under his eye as he reads the two parts of the letter, a suppressed feeling bubbling up inside of him, one he couldn’t find words for. He reread their words several times, they seemed genuinely happy for him, but it made him feel off. He soon puts down the letter and grabs a fresh sheet, starting a reply as his hand clenches the paper tightly, finding his words wrestling around his head.

Thanks!

They were good lays....

And so he goes on, giving the details Smolder wanted, after which telling her he would never wanted to have hoard or be part of one, unintentionally putting extra emphasis on it as his claws scratch up the paper before setting it partially ablaze as he sends it off. He then plants his head on his desk and groans, immediately regretting sending what he wrote, or at least what he thought he wrote, having managed to keep back his displeasure of seemingly being forgotten that easily.

Sighing, he stands up from his desk just before a burst of flame appears on it, the quickest response he's ever gotten. He hesitates, contemplating putting it off, or even waiting a few days before acting like he never got it in the first place, but he shakes the thought away as he goes back and unrolls it, and see that it's only Smolder's responce...

Hey GarGar,

You know we haven’t forgotten about you, right?

She saw right through him. As siblings, it was only natural that they knew each other’s tells, not just in person, but in their writings as well.

We'll always cherish those nights, and between you and me, SuSu and I admit we felt a bit of an empty spot in our bed since that second night. Sharing a bed was so sweet, and made this hoard feel... complete; like a family of our own, even if it was just for one night.

And don’t forget, being in a hoard isn’t just a dragonesses thing; remember that dad's part of mom's hoard... not the other way around.

Either way, hope this calms you down a bit, I'll make sure Spike writes an 'actual' response to your letter later today, we'll always be here for you, and hope to see you again soon! With Love,

Smolder~

Garble's heart races faster and faster every time he rereads the letter, the words being exactly what he never knew he needed to hear. He takes a deep breath and clutches the parchment to his chest, feeling whole once again, if only briefly. That's it; that's what's been missing in his life, and he knows what he needs to do, and it was only a few days' flight away.

It's almost a week later and Garble is finally flying over a small village Smolder called Ponyville, or at least he believes it is, what with the strange, out of place castle made entirely of crystal, which is luckily his destination. Banking to the side, he slows himself down and checks his bag, making sure he didn’t lose anything during his travel.

He would've rather gotten here sooner, but he had to tie up some loose ends, like making sure his gang survives without him, leaving them with new turf under Fume’s leadership, his former second in command. He didn’t tell them when he'd be back, but he made sure they knew he'd beat them senseless if they ever become a laughing stock, if he did go back, that is.

His parents didn't ask many questions, only stating that he looked like he needed to leave, and, amongst dragons, it wasn’t abnormal for them to leave their home, to lead their own lives, and to return whenever they pleased. Dragons weren’t much for feelings outside of their families, so it wasn't that surprising that he had to break a few hearts before he left; the hearts of dragonesses that have tried, some for years, to become his family. Some have even sworn off pursuing any other drake, waiting for his return, serving only to bolster his ego and give him a much needed boost of energy.

Beating his wings to slow his glide, he approaches the castle, “Smolder said the school was behind it...” He says to himself as he tilts and curves around the crystal castle, his mouth watering from such a large, potential snack.

Soon the sound of rushing water hit his ears, and his eyes came to focus on the large purple structure built into the hillside. His eyes narrow as he sees creatures from all across the world, hanging around, interacting with one another, some even laughing and seemingly having a great time. It was blatantly obvious that he's reached his destination: The School of Friendship.

He lands and starts wandering around, not knowing where anything is, particularly Smolder, or even Spike, for that matter. He keeps his gaze as he ventures, towering over the many creatures that walk through the halls between classes.

“Garble?!” A very familiar voice speaks as he rounds a corner, “What are you doing here?” The red drake winces and turns before his eyes lock into the emerald ones before him.

“Yeah... it's me, short stack.” Garble states as he clears his throat, putting on his tough guy act, “I'm here to visit Smolder. There a problem with that?”

Spike adjusts the papers in his pile, “Uh... not at all. I think she's still in class right now, her last class of the day...” Spike pauses, taking a whiff of the air before coughing and making Garble raise his brow, “Hey... um... you must have... had a long flight. So, if you want, you can come back to our room and wait for her there. Maybe relax and freshen up a bit,” he offers with a slight blush of embarrassment, the volcanic smell being just as strong to him as it was back in the dragon lands.

Garble huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose in a slight bit of annoyance, “Fine. Whatever. Lead the way, pony-boy.”

The purple drake just nods and leads the way with a brisk walk through the building, leaving the classrooms behind and making his way to the dorms. As he goes, though, he points out different parts of the school, giving Garble a tour along the way, particularly focusing on things that can help lead him here, so he wouldn’t get lost. By the end, Spike is surprised to actually hear a thank you from Garble as they turn the final corner and come face to face with him and Smolder’s room.

“We also have a room in the castle, but with school in session and all the work I have to do around here, we don't have a lot of time to use it.” Spike states as he unlocks the door, opening it to reveal a rather large and well furnished room.

The first thing that caught his eye was the bed on the far left corner of the room, mostly due to its extremely large size, seemingly big enough to fit several dragons bigger than him. His eye then trails to the windows with slightly drawn curtains, letting in some of the sun's warmth as it peers over one of the many lakes surrounding the school. Below them were two sets of dressers and a large desk that looked to be shared. Opposite the bed was something Garble had never seen before; it seemed to be a black box with several wires sticking out of it, some leading to another box, while others lead to strange objects lying on the floor.

“This room is very bright...” Garble states, as everything about the pony lifestyle was very bright and colorful, even after walking past the ponies and changelings, his eyes still have yet to adjust to any many different colors, “How does she put up with all this shit?” He asks, blinking and rubbing his eyes.

“Give it some time. You'll get used to it.” Spike chuckles as he sits his papers down on the desk, going about to quickly organize them for later, “Smolder had the same reaction when she first came here. As did Ember... Anyway, make yourself at home.” He happily tells him as he opens a window, letting in a relaxing breeze, and puts the last of his papers away.

Garble blinks a few more times as he steps into the room, putting his bags on the floor as he does so. “Yeah, whatever...” He states as he slumps against the bed, off put by how soft it was, compared to his, back home, “This is really fucking weird...” He says, shifting in place on the edge of the bed.

The silence is more awkward then Spike would like it to be, but it kept the boundaries that were set in place when they last saw each other. His ear frills suddenly stand up as he hears the TV turn on, and he turns to see Garble stumbling backwards, away from it. He hadn't put much thought into it at the time, but he couldn't help but remember that the dragon lands didn’t seem to have that much in terms of technology, compared to ponies, at least.

Garble stares at it, wide eyed, as the console's start screen loads and shows moving pictures, with several sounds playing from the box. He was shocked, but figured it was simply another piece of strange pony magic, and he wasn’t too far off.

“Hey, you wanna play a round?” Spike queries as he stands up from his desk and makes his way over to the confused dragon.

Garble looks from him to the TV, “This some kinda pony magic game?”

“In a way, yeah. It's a video game, to be exact. A prototype home game, compared to the cabinets in the local arcade.” He explains as he crosses his legs and sits on the ground, picking up a controller, “Here. Watch this.”

Garble watches him tap the buttons on the controller and sees the screen reacting to it. There were exacted selection noises and the game starts off with a small cut scene of a mare being kidnapped by some Diamond Dogs, then Spike’s player character coming out of a garage and going after them. It's then that Spike took control, “Watch my fingers and the screen to see how it works,” He says with a smile.

Garble watches, mesmerized by the action going on before him; the tapping matching with the grunts and hits the characters perform on the screen. His eyes glance back and forth between it and Spike's fingers before looking at his face, seeing his intense focus, while also noting that with every opponent he knocks out, his smirk slowly grows on his face. Spike then pauses the game before any more enemies could come near his character, and he leans back, resting against his arms as he smiles at Garble.

“So, what do you think?” Spike asks, waiting for a response.

Garble shakes his head, trying to measure his response, “It was... kinda cool... I guess.”

Spike raises a brow, “Well it has a 2 player mode, so if you wanna...”

“Yes!” Garble quickly exclaims, waiting for the action and violence to keep going now that he could be a part of it. But as quickly as it starts, he pulls himself back and clears his throat, “I mean... sure, I’ll try it... or whatever.”

After a minute or two helping him get set up with the second controller, Spike restarts the game and has Garble join him in a new campaign. Garble lost lives pretty fast, and had to keep getting assists from his comrade, but he was slowly getting better. What surprises Spike, though, is that he isn’t making it into a competition; that he was just enjoying seeing such awesome action going on. After a while, they start getting into the harder levels, and as the name implies, they start losing more lives rather quickly, mostly because Garble couldn’t keep up with the constant flow of tougher characters on the screen, but that doesn't stop them from trying. They're both so enamored, in fact, that neither of them notices when Smolder enters the room, dropping her bags in shock before her face turns into a snarky grin.

“GARGAR!” Smolder shouts with a surprising amount of excitement before tackling Garble in a hug and giving her big brother a noogie, “You decided to give your little sister a visit, did ya?”

“Why you little...” He tugs his head free of her assault and pins her down, returning the noogie in kind, both siblings laughing happily as Spike pauses the game, not that they were going to last much longer anyways.

They laugh as they rough-house a bit, happy to see each other again so soon, and Spike found it rather endearing watching them show their bond, and after a bit, they sit there, slightly panting through their smug grins, “It is good to see you again so soon, bro. Didn’t expect you to come see us, though, so that's a surprise.”

“Well, after hearing so much about your place in your letters, I figured I'd check out where you were living, among these ponies, myself, at some point.” He comments haphazardly, shrugging as they stand back up.

She nods understandingly before getting a good whiff of the brimstone on his clothes, “Garble, don’t tell me you have been walking around smelling like that. Trust me, I love the smell of a volcano as much as the next drake, but the ponies here are not so used to that. How about you go take a shower, and Spike'll wash your clothes.” She suggests while pointing to his clothes and his bag.

“So what if they don’t like it? I ain’t tryin' to make ‘em happy.” He argues, leaning back against his arms and blowing several smoke rings into the air, which quickly dissipate, thanks to the soft breeze from the open window, “Besides, I doubt anything could get that smell out. Been stored up for months, if not years, and lava washing it didn’t help.”

With a roll of her eyes, Smolder continues, “Spike has a way with chores. These'll be smelling fresh before you know it.” She says, pulling him along to the bathroom, which Garble failed to miss right by the door.

Once inside, and before Garble could say anything, she covers his mouth and listens as Spike leaves the room and closes the door, walking down the hall to the wash rooms, “Okay, GarGar, you decided to take up our offer and live with us now?” She asks, getting right to the point, “Cause I wasn’t lying about what I said. We both want you here.”

Garble sits cross legged on the ground, taking a deep breath, “I just wanted to visit you... and... well... I did miss being around you both, a bit...” He says, his voice getting softer near the end.

“Just a bit, GarGar?” She asks, leaning against the sink, “You know you don’t have to hide it, we talked about everything before. Try to relax and indulge yourself a bit while you're here. SuSu and I will gladly help.” She says with a wink before opening the door and slipping out.

Garble blows out a puff of smoke, ‘Maybe should have waited a bit longer... before coming here...’ He muses to himself as he strips out of his clothes and repairs to figure out how the shower fixtures work.

“Wait!” Smolder busts back in the room, earning a shout of surprise from Garble, who quickly covers himself, “Don’t need you breaking this! So here...” She quickly shows him how the shower, sink, and toilet works, to avoid having to get the plumping redone, especially at their own expense, “And I don’t know why you're bothering trying to hide it. I've seen and felt a lot more of you than that, bro.” She comments with a wave of her hand.

“Just get out!” He barks through gritted teeth and heavy blush on his face, causing her to merely shrug and leave.

Once she's gone, he locks the door, sighing as he calms himself down before turning the knobs and climbing into the warm shower. It wasn't anything new to him; he's used to swimming in heated water back in the dragon lands, but something here felt different, and as he begins washing, like he would in his old lava shower, he starts thinking about his goal in coming here.

‘I came here to be with them again... it just felt right... but I don’t want to seem like I'm begging...’ He thinks to himself as he watches the dirt and grime getting washed away, ‘Even if they do like me...’ He smiles softly, thinking about Smolder’s letter.

He'll think of something, but in the meantime, he'll just have to play it cool, so he turns off the water, steps out, spots a fresh, folded towel on a nearby shelf, and dries his scales. Coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he looks out the window and sees the faint glow of the setting sun. Taking note that he spent more time gaming and showering than he thought.

“Took you long enough, Garble.” Smolder teases from her bed as she tosses her clothes into a basket in the corner of the room, the sleepwear she's wearing being surprisingly tame, especially compared to the lingerie he’s seen her wear before, consisting of just a slightly over-sized shirt and what looks to be a pair of Spike’s boxers. “Enjoy the luxury of pony plumbing?” She asks, crossing her legs

“Oh, it was okay... Didn’t think it would be as fresh as it was.” He says as he sits on the opposite side of the couch from her.

“That's what plumbing is, GarGar.” She chuckles as Spike enters the room, topless, wearing a pair of loose fitting pants that look extra soft and fluffy. The view of his fit physique easily earns a whistle from Smolder, while Garble suppresses his urge to blush, keeping his eyes as northward as possible.

“Hey, sorry, Garble. Your clothes are still in the wash. Had to ask for some enchanted detergent to help with the smell.” He sheepishly says as he makes his way over to his desk, “They should be done by tomorrow morning, though.”

“You could borrow a pair of SuSu’s pants, he has some that are way too big for him.” Smolder suggests, walking over to the dresser and rummaging through Spike’s clothes and tossing him a pair of pants that landed on Garble’s face.

Garble goes to pull them off, but takes his time as he smells Spike’s scent on them, making his eyes go lidded, if only briefly, before hearing Spike commenting to Smolder about maybe asking him first before just throwing his clothes like that. Seeing how he's not in the center of attention, he takes a bit of time to enjoy the soft feeling against his face, smelling the scent he's been recently yearning for, before shaking them off his head as they stop talking, trying not to show any arousal.

“I could've slept in the nude, but whatever.” He says with a shrug as he tosses his towel aside, slipping into the pants that luckily fit him rather well.

“It ain’t as warm as the dragon lands, so don’t want you freezing your ass off.” Smolder tells him, “It's still early, though. Wanna watch a movie? Spike! You said you got one this morning, right?”

“Yeah, picked it up while getting inks and quills. Looked interesting enough.” He says as he makes his way to a shelf near the TV and pulls out a black rectangular box, “Hopefully it'll be worth it.”

“Relax, I'm sure it will be!” Smolder responds with a grin, “Let's order some pizza and get this party started!”

After setting everything up and getting the pizza delivered, the three dragons sit themselves down on the couch and start watching the movie. Garble's never had pizza before, or seen a movie for that matter, but with Spike and Smolder by his side, he takes a bite and nods as the taste fills his mouth, enjoying the new flavor and watching a strange, otherworldly adventure play out in front of his eyes. It was unlike anything he's ever seen, anything he's ever tasted... all things he never would've experienced without falling for his sister's drake. His memorization is disrupted when the couch suddenly shifts, causing him to glance at the other two occupants. There, he spies Smolder not just snuggling up against Spike, but actively rubbing against him, ignoring the movie.

A blush grows on Spike’s face as Smolder runs her hand along his leg, giving him a sly look with a lick of her lips. Her hand then slips between his legs, forcing his eyes away from the screen as he swallows his mouthful, nearly finished with his slice. Garble tries to focus back onto the action playing out in front of him, but it wasn't to last as the couch shifts once again, accompanied by a muffled grunt that causes his ear fins to flick, then the sound of a zipper being zipped.

“Smolder...” Spike growls beneath his breath, “Garble's right there...”

“So? He won’t mind. See? He's not even paying attention to us.” She says with a sly smile, “Besides, after all the lectures today, I need your big boy right now~”

From the very corner of his eye, Garble catches her pulling Spike’s shaft out of his pants. His dragonhood is still just as impressive, even when flaccid, and starts to stiffen as Smolder’s hands fondle it. She kisses and nibbles Spike’s neck, easily coaxing him into her mood. Spike lets out a noiseless gasp as he groans, trying to resist, but she knows how to make her mate squirm.

Garble finds his pants tightening as the movie becomes background noise, his peripheral vision has captured all of his attention, while trying not to get caught. He watches as Smolder pumps Spike’s shaft in her hands, each pulse of the spire looking more and more enticing from his seat. Garble's eyes snap back to the movie as Smolder looks his way, checking to see if her brother is watching, and her eyes wander down to the tent he's desperate to conceal, smirking as her prediction is proven right.

“Let me get you ready, SuSu~” She whispers as she turns her attention back to her drake, her tongue rolling from her mouth as she leans down and presses his shaft against her muzzle.

Slowly, she laps at his cock, shivering from the taste before she curls her tongue around the shaft, coating it in her saliva. Her tail slightly raises, brushing against Garble, who tries his best to ignore it, focusing solely on suppressing his urges, but he fails as he takes every chance he can to glance over at them. He drools lightly as he watches his sister start sucking on the tip, he groans as he hears Spike's breathing getting heavier, and he gulps as he looks down at her working her magic, all while Spike's hand slides down her side, under her shirt, and into her boxers.

“Hmmm~” Spike tries to muffle as he bites his lip, letting his fingers rub against her moistening folds, “W-We shouldn’t be doing this right now...” He mutters, feigning his last attempt to stop her while being so worked up, himself.

Smolder slides her head down his shaft, swallowing nearly every inch of it, and once she earns a thrust from his hips, she pulls back, letting it pop out of her mouth and into the cool room air, which spreads the growing musky scent throughout the room. Garble, who's already biting his lip, lets his nose twitch at the powerful scent of a fellow drake and he loathes himself for holding back his deepest desires, the desires to jump him right then and there.

“I think it is time we turned in for the night. Though you can stay up as long as you want, GarGar!” Smolder calmly announces as both she and Spike stand, her own body blocking Spike’s soldier from Garble's attention.

“Huh? Yeah... whatever.” He responds, trying to act like he was none the wiser to their antics, as if the movie and pizza is all he's ever needed, “I'll just crash here for the night...”

Smolder nods before turning up the TV, just a bit, and scampering off with Spike in tow. The higher volume fails to hide the groans and moans emanating from the couple's bed, just a few feet behind him, and as soon as he's out of their sight, he scrambles to get his cock free of its confines, sighing as the cool breeze brushes against his shaft. He slowly turns his head enough to catch a glimpse of what's happening behind him, and he sees them.

Smolder sitting on Spike’s lap, their arms wrapped around one another, their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Smolder rolls her hips, keeping Spike’s dragonhood between her cheeks as they're being molded by his hands. Garble quickly turns away, with his face a brighter red than it used to be, and his cock twitching uncontrollably.

“Give it to me, SuSu~ I can’t wait any longer~” She moans as she lines up his cock with her dripping passage, rubbing it against herself and shivering as the tip bumps her clit.

Spike groans, his resolve having since faded from Smolder’s previous work, “You're so insatiable sometimes...” He whispers as he thrusts his hips upwards, impaling her on his shaft.

He quickly covers her mouth, holding back what would have been an ear shattering scream as every last inch of him pierces into her very being. He pauses for but a second as he feels her rapid, shallow breaths between his fingers, as well as her body shaking and clenching as it's racked by the sudden pleasure.

Garble's breath hitches as he watches, his heart and cock throbbing and beating wildly in perfect harmony. Taking a much needed breath, he reaches for his shaft, begging for attention.

But just before he could think his way out of pleasure, he hears the rhythmic slapping of Smolder bouncing on Spike’s lap. His heavy balls bouncing in time with his thrust, causing them to slap against Smolder’s ass, making it bounce and jiggle over the tight muscles underneath them. He hears Spike's groans as his hips meet hers with each fall, his eyes locked onto her breasts, watching them bounce, before grasping one and playing with its sensitive teat, earning a squeak from the dragonesses.

Able to bear it no longer, Garble’s hand finally grasps his cock, forcing him to sit up and face forward as he starts stroking himself, and it isn’t until after a few short pumps that he matches their tempo. He soon eagerly discards his pants and allows his legs to fully spread, imagining himself in Smolder’s position, or even just being close enough to feel their bodies against his.

A sudden change in the springy sounds catches the red drake's attention, and he quickly turns to see what he's now hearing, and finds Spike going all out from underneath his love. His claws digging into Smolder’s ass, pounding into her at full speed and power. Smolder's body is being pulled hard against his, and her mouth is clamped down against his shoulder, trying desperately to muffle her moans as her tail flails wildly. The bed shakes more and more violently with every one of their movements, being just as loud as their sounds of pleasure would have been, but they don't seem to care.

Spike suddenly clenches his teeth as he slams Smolder down, and in one swift motion he rolls her onto her back, pinning her down while his hips continue their thrusts. Garble bites his lip as he watches Spike grab Smolder’s arms and forces them above her head, restraining her movements as his other hand covers her mouth. Garble hears her breath quicken beneath her lovers hand, and the deep growl emanating from the drake above her as he takes control, doing whatever he pleases.

Spike then leans in close, whispering into her ear, “You've riled me up... so now I'm going to enjoy my favorite gem~” His tongue then flicks across Smolder’s cheek, causing the dragoness to shiver and moan through his fingers.

His words, though softly spoken, ricochets through Garble’s mind, causing his hand to slow on his member and his tail raise of its own accord. His claws dig into the couch as he sees the lust filled look on Smolder’s face, watching it grow more and more out of control. Her eyes cross and roll back as Spike fucks her so hard that the bed might break at any moment.

An urge boils up from deep within Garble, ‘I want... I need...’ The feeling he's been suppressing is now bubbling up, nearly out of control, causing him to sway his rear in a desperate attempt to quell it.

Garble’s eyes lock onto the couple as his hand moves from his gaping mouth, formally holding back his breath from their ears, to now use his digits to fill his empty maw, imagining them to be Spike’s mighty rod. He laps at them, sucking and slurping them for but a moment before reaching back and touching his fingers to his rear, shivering as he feels the wet digits sliding against his pucker. Hearing Spike's grunts, he closes his eyes and imagines himself in his sister's position, pressing his fingers into himself as Spike plows his sister like sex toy.

Garble lets out a soft whimper as he slides his finger into his ass, feeling the moistened digits spreading him ever so slightly. He hadn't felt the pleasure of being filled since that night of debauchery with Smolder and Spike. He puts more and more force behind his fingers as they sink deep into his tight, clenching hole, and as he reaches his second knuckle, the sounds of Spike’s rough and feral grunts grow stronger, the shifting bed and muffled moans bringing the show back into his mind.

‘He's close... They both are~’ Garble thinks to himself as he sees a wisp of fire trail from their muzzles, a clear sign that their ravenous lust has grown to near the summit, he, himself, being not too far behind.

With each thrust Spike pierces into Smolder, Garble matches with his own fingers, pumping them in and out of his ass, making him groan softly as he digits drive fully into him, ‘I need them... I need to be with them...’

He takes a final look as Spike holds back a mighty roar of pleasure, his hips pressing painfully hard against Smolder, thus pressing her body down further into the mattress. Their body rocks with ecstasy as their climaxes wash over them, with so much cum filling Smolder’s flower that it overflows. Garble watches as it oozes out around Spike’s cock, pooling into the sheets beneath them, the thick musky scent of the drake's seed mixing with that of Smolder’s juices, soaking the tool churning her passage, it's all too much for Garble to handle.

His tongue rolls out, licking the air as the flavor sends him spiraling, bucking his hips as his cock shoots his seed across the back of the couch with flames rolling out of his mouth as he cums. Sweat dribbles down his brow, his tongue still tasting the musky air, his eyes watching as Spike releases her mouth and allows her to pant before pulling himself out of her abused pussy, letting the cum rush out of her, a sight that makes Garble stroke his shaft as he keeps pumping his own ass.

“I'm not done with you yet~” Spike growls deeply before flipping Smolder over, not caring at all about the mess her pussy is making.

Garble’s eyes grow wide as he remembers how much stamina Spike has, one that can rival multiple dragons. He watches as Spike's cock, still rigid, sandwiches itself between Smolder’s plump rear, while Smolder, herself, tries her best to hold her own, her body still shaking, still trying to recover.

“I... SuSu... I oooh~” She can't even put together a full sentence before she feels his cock spreading their combined juices between her cheeks, preparing her ass to receive the same reckoning as her pussy, only to deny her what she wants so badly, causing her to whimper as her back passage is not being filled. But that’s all she can do as she’s held by her lover’s will, exactly where she wants to be, that, and to glance over to the couch, to see if Garble’s watching them.

Garble has luckily fallen down, out of view, after seeing Spike flip her over. His dragonhood still standing tall as well, his fingers and rear still slick with saliva, and before he knows it, the muffled grunts of Spike penetrating Smolder’s needy snatch fills his ears. He doesn’t care to look on anymore, for the risk of getting caught is now far too high, so now he pleasures himself solely with the sounds and scents that fill the room.