Spike's Hungover Wake Up Call
Spike's Hungover Wake Up Call
Author's Note
Me and beirirangu have been able to write to much more together, and have had plenty of fun with our gay ideas.
Honestly without him I would have just stopped writing all together. Hope you all enjoy!
Spike's Hungover Wake Up Call
Spike's Hungover Wake Up Call
“Dude, I think Spike’s had one too many.” Fume cackled as Spike barely managed to stand, leaning against anything he could as he stumbled around with his half empty bottle of dragon liquor.
“Maybe because he's been drinking that weak pony shit up till now; this shit actually hits.” Garble smirked as he downed his sixth bottle, letting out a loud belch, “And at this point. I think one was two too many for him!”
It’s been several months since Spike managed to earn the respect of his fellow dragons, especially since they had very different views on so many things. Regardless, they managed to become friends over time and, at a handful of parties like this, Spike was introduced to many aspects of dragon life, including how dragons produced their drinks, as well as learning that his fortitude was not up to snuff just yet.
Back in the present, the party was coming to a close, and each dragon said their drunken goodbyes as they left for the night.
“Alright, might as well let the drunk bunk at my place. Can’t have a bro flying home like this. Remember what happened to Baff on his first night out.” Garble shouts as the gang laughs at Baff’s embarrassed groans.
“Mmpmmmhmm...” Spike's muffled voice was heard from a nearby bush, a bottle rolling out as it shifted.
Garble had another burst of laughter before he got the plastered dragon to his feet, his breath and clothes reeking of all the alcohol he managed to get in and on him. “You’ll get used to it in time, you wimp,” he smirked before lifting him up and taking off towards his cave, struggling a bit as he tried to get a good hold of Spike as he flew.
Luckily the flight was rather short, but was more than enough time for Spike to be snoring already deep in sleep by the time they landed. Rolling his eyes, Garble hefted the drake to his feet and got him inside, setting him down on the stone, couch-like structure he fixed together himself long ago.
Once the extra weight was off of him, he felt a little wobble in his own legs, “Huh... must have gone harder than I thought...” Shaking his head, he stumbled back to his room, wasting no time kicking off his pants and tossing his ragged shirt into a pile in the corner, immediately crashing on his bed, sighing as the softness surrounded him, and, before he knew it, he snored himself to sleep.
Garble groaned as he slowly opened his eyes to meet the darkness of his cave, “Maybe... ugh... having a room in the darkest part of the cave wasn’t the best idea...or was...” He rocked himself up, holding his head, thinking how much worse it would have been to have been woken up by the blinding morning light.
He waited for the pain to dull before shaking it off and letting out a loud belch of fire, already feeling more up to snuff. With a grin he headed out to check his hoard for a morning meal, stretched and sighing in relief as his joint popped and his body woke up. Suddenly, a cool breeze that found its way into the cave made him shiver and, looking down between his legs, he saw his dragonhood, a nice hot red spire, poking out of his boxers.
“Well, no whiskey dick then,” He chuckled lightly, giving his shaft a stroke, making him groan from the light pleasure, “Maybe I can deal with this before...”
A loud snore echoed throughout the cave, cutting Garble’s attention away from his excitement. He made his way towards the sound and, when he poked his head out from around the corner, he sighed as he saw Spike, still passed out on his couch. He walked around to wake the sleeping drake, only for his jaw to nearly drop to the floor, eyes locked on the massive bulge in the purple dragon’s pants. He slowly walked forward, silently getting closer, making sure not to rouse the drake.
“No way it’s that big...” Garble thought to himself as he bit his lower lip, “Right?...”
For years, Garble’s put on the facade that he was as straight as they come, knowing full well that it was far from the truth. He very much preferred the company of other males over the company of females, which was practically a sin in dragon culture, mostly due to tradition and the oldest generation always ruling until the very end. It was that reason that Garble kept his preference hidden to everyone, the only way he could indulge in his preference was by copping a feel of his buds when they were roughhousing, disguised as normal grappling and grinding, pressing each other’s bodies against one another as they tried to make the other yield. It was depressing that it was the only way he could get so close to another male without being caught enjoying what he wanted, at least until now.
It was right in front of him, urging him to come closer, and as Garble did, he reached out his hand out and rubbed the bugle in the drake’s pants, blushing as he felt he felt the girth of Spike’s shaft beneath his clothing. His hand wandered over it, testing it, feeling it, imagining it in its full, unrestrained glory, imagining how it would feel in his claws, and imagining it in even more sinful ways.
“Well, he is out cold, so he’ll never know.” Garble thought to himself as his own cock throbbed harder with excitement.
Quickly checking that the purple drake was not going to snap awake, he skillfully managed to undo the belt before him and unzip the zipper in no time at all, bringing the lip of his boxers down with them. A musky smell immediately assaulted his nose, drawing him in with its pungent aroma, only for the source of it to finally spring free and land against his face.
“What the hell... how...” Garble was lost, his mind was clouded by lust, stuck staring up at Spike’s impressive dragonhood, “Was he hiding all this...”
It pulsed against his face, its girth weighing heavily against him, its length out doing himself as well as any drake he’s ever seen before. Each ridge and bump clearly designed for both breeding and pleasure, only excited him more and more. The heat radiating off it made him shiver and drool as it pressed against his face. It twitched and throbbed against him, driving Garble's mind so deep into lust that couldn’t even think about not taking this chance.
His tongue rolled out as he panted heavily, nuzzling the shaft before sliding it along the base of his shaft, the hot and musky taste being even better than any gem he’s ever had before. His body quivered as he took another lick, the thought and need to service the throbbing cock before him only growing stronger by the second, moaning as his tongue finally reached and flicked the tip.
“Fuck... I need to have it~” The red dragon’s mind wondered, not questioning why he was enjoying servicing another male.
His eyes wandered down to the heavy balls swaying ever so slightly at the base of the focus of desire. Their fullness was so inviting, drawing him closer, his face somehow getting redder as he felt them resting against his nose. He took a long whiff and started drooling even more, the intoxicatingly musky smell concentrated entirely within his nostrils. He couldn’t help himself, his tongue danced across them, soaking in their sweaty, salty, musky glory, savoring the taste that’s been building up for who knows how long.
“So full~ I want them~” He thought as his took one into his mouth sucking on it lightly, “I want to drain these~”
The feeling of the perfectly swollen orbs filling his mouth made him moan, practically feeling each sack churning with enough seed to breed a whole hoard of dragons, and his mind told him he needed to have all of it. In his venture, his hand wandered to his own shaft, giving it slow tender strokes as he enjoyed his time between Spike’s thighs, worshiping his balls as his cock rested against his head.
He slowly worked faster over the musky, plump orbs, only coming to when he felt Spike shift, spreading his legs even further, giving him even greater access as Spike groaned a slumbering groan, a sign that Garble took to work even faster, even bolder. He lapped as the sack, coating each one in saliva before he needed to taste the product, managing to pull away from his jewels and draw his attention to the pulsing shaft, his tongue working fast to catch each drip of pre as his own cock throbbed in his grasp, overwhelmed by the flavor in those few drops.
His body shook as the taste of the pre made him desperate for more, he quickly snaked his tongue to the tip and took the thick cock into his mouth before starting to bob his head. His tongue danced along each ridge as he eagerly sucked on the dragonhood, passionately stroking its base as the pre kept flowing. He nearly gagged as he felt it reach the back of his throat, but pushed through, as he sought to enjoy each and every inch as it filled his throat.
His head bobbed along the shaft hungrily, facefucking himself on Spike’s cock. His moans were luckily muffled by the meat he sucked on like it was his only purpose in life, imagining Spike’s hand being placed on his head as he fucked his face, using him like a fleshlight.
He soon feels a river of pre trailing down his throat, “He’s so close... give it to me.” Garble shouted in his head as his nose met with Spike’s pelvis one last time, his throat bulging from his cock.
He moaned as he felt Spike’s cock jerk and pulse, ropes of cum shooting down his throat. He swallowed eagerly, pulling back just enough to get a taste of everything he could in his mouth, filling it to the brim with his essence. The heat, the taste, the thickness, it was all heavenly, all over his tongue. He only paused to breath and swallow before he wrapped his lips around the twitching shaft once again.
Spike, meanwhile, moaned as he slowly came to, as a rush of pleasure was sent jolting throughout his body. He rode the waves in a haze of sleep, barely aware of the world around him until it passed, allowing him to sigh and yawn, rubbing his eyes before freezing at the vision before him.
“What the...” Spike said under his breath as he saw an all too familiar red drake between his legs, particularly at the fact that the drake had his mouth locked around his cock.
Soon, another wave of pleasure washed over him as the drake in question sucked on his cock, making him groan and buck his hips ever so slightly. The throbbing in his head fading as it was replaced with the full orgasmic bliss he woke up to. He thrusted his hips one last time, riding out the final wave of cum being drained from his spire.
Garble was so lost in his own little world that he failed to notice anything, too busy enjoying the savory taste that lingered in his mouth as he sucked down the last remaining droplets. Pulling back only for more air before giving Spike’s slowly softening cock one final lick, reveling in every last bit he could. He stroked the base, his lips suckling the tip just a little longer before he glanced up and finally noticed that Spike was awake, causing him to freeze.
“Um... Garb...!” Spike tried to speak as his face lit up red, but Garble’s hand silenced him instantly.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Garble screamed in his head, but only for a moment before he faced him, “You’re not gonna say a damn thing about this! Got it?” His voice slightly panicked.
Spike's expression was one of shock and confusion, not the disgust or anger Garble expected, in fact, he noticed Spike’s cock actually twitching back to life. He relaxed ever so slightly but waited for more official confirmation, and after getting a quick nod in agreement, Garble uncovered his mouth and let him just sit there, blushing brightly.
Spike sighed before looking back at Garble, who still sat between his legs, “I... I won’t say anything, but...” Spike blushed and half heartedly covered himself, even though modesty was clearly out the window, “Um... why... and were you always... um...”
Garble rolled his eyes, “Does it matter? You don’t seem too bothered by it.” He smirked, his confidence coming forth once again, motioning to Spike’s member, “In fact...” His voice turning to a more sexual growl.
Before Spike could say anything in response, Garble pounced on him, pinning him back against the makeshift couch and pressing his body against him, causing Spike to gasp as Garble’s cock rubbed against his own. “Yeah, you don’t seem to mind at all...” Garble purred, thrusting his hips against the helpless drake, though quickly stopping as he felt the barrier between them. “And I guess I should make it fair~” He growled deeply as he raised himself just high enough to rip his boxers clean off, letting his cock and balls be fully free.
The musky air grew stronger as they both pressed against one another, Spike even giving into his new desires and grinding his slowly hardening cock against his fellow drake’s. They groaned and moaned rubbing and thrusting their tools together before Garble shifted and sat on Spike’s lap, pressing his ass down on Spike’s spire, teasing him with his surprisingly plump, yet well toned rump. Spike had failed to notice all these years, but Garble’s rear was a sight to behold perfectly curved and cushion his dragonhood incredibly, but he groaned as Garble ground himself against his cock, getting it as hard as possible.
“Y-You... are you going to...” Spike pants, unable to think straight as the sensations of Garble’s body overpowered him.
Garble growled lowly at him, his cock throbbing slick with pre, “Oh shut up. I’m going to enjoy this however I want, and if you don’t like it, tough.”
Garble moaned as he pressed back, feeling Spike’s shaft at its full mast once again throbbing between his cheeks, leaking fresh pre between them, “Enjoying my ass that much huh?” He asked in a mocking tone before letting out a moan as Spike thrusted between his teasing cheeks, “Fuck bro, you want in that bad huh?”
“Y-Yeah...” He mumbled, his hands wandering around and grasping Garble’s thighs as whips of fire left his mouth.
Garble grinned as he lifted himself up, pressing the tip against his puckered, needy hole, and shivered as Spike thrusted his hips, preemptively pushing enough to get the slickened tip into Garble.
“Mmfp~” Garble bit his lip as he felt the lubed, tapered tip slide inside of him, giving him a taste of what's to come. But instead of plunging down, he pulled up and gave a few more teasing rolls of his hips, feeling the dribbles of pre and leftover saliva lube his ass.
“I... oh goddesses~” Spike was at a loss for words.
He didn’t hate the idea of being with another male, but when that male was Garble, one of the toughest, manliest dragons he’s ever known, and that he was about to ride his cock, it did nothing but elevate him to a new level of excitement. Their bodies pressing against one another, the constant tease on his still sensitive cock made him glad to have woken up in Garble’s cave.
“Damn, Spike, you’re a piece of shit for keeping this much cock all to yourself.” Garble groaned, his lust filled mind about to get what it wanted, “Fuck! I can’t wait anymore~ I fucking need this!” He groaned out as he properly lined Spike’s cock up with his needy hole.
He shivered as he felt the tip spreading his ass again as he lowered himself onto it, the pre and spit making its entrance so much smoother as each ridge and bump along the shaft made it that much more pleasure. After only a few short inches, Garble lifted back up, groaning as the bumps slowly popped out of him, before pressing back down, sliding even more into him than before.
“So much... Hmm!” He thought to himself as his anal passage eagerly gripped the invader, panting heavily as he adjusted to its girth each time he lowered down, “Why did I waste so much time with my fingers... A real drake’s cock feels... Oooh~ Fuck!”
Spike’s claws gripped Garble’s thighs as the red drake’s ass slowly enveloped more and more of his cock. His small bounces eased them into the pleasure, encouraging Spike’s hands to move from the couch to Garble's hips, helping him rise and fall on his shaft. He watched as it disappeared into his needy hole, nearly hidden by the red drake’s cock and balls, pulsing with pleasure as it dripped heavy amounts of pre.
Both drakes let out low, guttural groans as Garble’s ass finally took Spike’s cock, inch by inch, all the way to the hilt. Spike had never felt such a tight grip on his shaft before, nor had he felt it wrapped in such warmth as Garble's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open as he felt Spike’s massive rod buried so deep inside of him. Garble’s wings snapped open as each throb of Spike’s cock pressed against his button, forcing out glob after glob of pre, the pleasure of being filled by such a large tool was nothing short of heavenly. He glanced down and saw a bulge of Spike’s cock in his lower stomach showing how deep he was.
“S-Spike... you better fuck me good... or else...” Garble managed as his wings twitched behind him, his body almost stiff as his prostate felt the pressure of the massive tool against it.
Spike nodded in response, his breathing growing heavier as his hips moved, feeble thrusting into Garble, grunting and groaning with every ounce of power he could manage. Garble’s larger size was both a pleasure and a curse, as he could barely move to meet the drake’s demands. He could only lift him just enough to drop him down, and much slower than the drake wanted.
“I... said... fuck me good... you faggot!” Garble growled before lifting himself up to the tip and slamming himself down, stuffing his ass with his cock.
His growl faded to a groan as lust took over him and he slammed himself down once again, the deepness he held making his body shake. Soon his ass moved faster and faster as he started bouncing on Spike’s lap, getting into a heavy rhythm. He groaned harder as Spike’s heavy balls began slapping against his ass with each bounce, making it jiggle ever so slightly.
His speed and power kept increasing until he was a blur, moaning louder than he’s ever moaned before, his mind melting with each bump and ridge rubbing inside of him. All while Spike could only groan as he was used as a living dildo for the horny dragon, pinned beneath his muscly form. The sound of Garble’s ass meeting with Spike’s lap mixed with their moans and groans to echo all along the cave as the stench of sex covered every inch, filling it with every form of their lust and driving them further.
Garble’s claws gripped Spike's shirt, tearing into it as he moaned even louder, his cock twitching on the edge of release. Spike lust rose nearly meeting Garble’s level as he got the strength to meet him with his own thrust. His claws latching onto Garble’s bouncing ass as his hips thrusted up to meet Garble’s downward thrust.
“F-Fuck!” Garble’s moaned, his wings flapping wildly, feeling the purple dragon finally get into it.
The sound of their bodies colliding grew more fierce as Spike’s balls bounced up and slapped against Garble’s ass, making them both let out roars of pleasure. At the same time, Spike could feel his cock hitting the hottest, deepest parts of Garble’s need ass, a spot that massaged his shaft ever so wonderfully every time he was buried deep. Time was a blur but neither cared, only focused on the ecstasy of their joined bodies.
“Give it to me good, Spikey~!” Garble moaned, his voice higher, his back arching, and his eyes hazing over, the railing against his prostate sending him to another cloud of ecstasy.
The want... No, the need to be bred and filled with cum was all he could think about. The feeling of a massive cock ruining his ass was all he wanted to feel. The pungent odor of their sweat slick scales pressing together, a smell so strong their tongues could taste it, was all he wanted to smell. And if anyone had walked into the cave at this point, neither would have cared, letting them be seen in the throws of passion was not even a thought, as this was where they wanted to be.
Garble could only make the noises of moans as his mind was gone, his cock leaking a pool of pre between them as his balls bounced every time he speared himself down on Spike’s cock. His eyes had hearts in them as he rode the only cock he would ever need.
Spike was barely holding onto reality, managing to gurgle out, “G-Garble... I... ooh~ I’m going to...”
“Make me yours~ Mark your hoard~!”
“Fill me! Breed me!”
“Don’t pull out! Impregnate me!”
Garble's mind screamed at him, the hearts in his eyes growing as he quickened thrusts. He slammed down hard, pinning Spike to the couch as he groaned, causing the drake to roll his head back as he roared, his cock shooting massive waves of cum deep inside the needy drake.
Garble’s mouth hung open as his moan echoed throughout the cave, pinning his ass down on Spike, his tongue rolling out of his mouth as the feeling of his warm fluid filled him, paining his insides white. His cock spasmed, shooting off heavy ropes of seed across Spike’s body, pooling between them as Spike kept pumping load after load into Garble's slightly bloated stomach, his ass keeping a vice-like grip, not wanting a single drop to go to waste.
Spike finally went limp, his legs twitching, heart racing, heavy breathing, all from his cock being milked so aggressively. He eventually gave a groan as he felt Garble lightly grinding his hips against him, moaning throughout his own climax as the last few dribbles of cum left his cock. Garble soon fell forward, laying there, resting his chest against Spike’s, lost to the pleasure that’s overtaken him, only vaguely aware that Spike hesitantly wrapped his arm around him, ensuring that their bodies would remain joined as they basked in the afterglow.
Several minutes passed as they came down from their high, neither saying a thing as they basked in each other’s warmth, only being broken by Spike’s whisper as his hand rubbed Garble’s back, “That...was amazing...”
Garble shivered at Spike’s hand caressing him, “Yeah~” His cooed, his mind slowly coming back from its haze, reminding him where he was and causing him to blush. “B-But don’t get any funny ideas, though!” He almost shouted as he hastily propped himself up, gasping as he felt Spike’s shaft shifting in his rear.
Spike groaned in kind, feeling every little twitch along his slowly softening member, “W-What?”
“I mean don’t be getting all sappy and feely about this!” Garble said with a roll of his eyes, his tough guy act trying to come back in full force, but being balls deep on Spike’s cock made him stumble through his worlds.
Before Spike could retort, both of them let out a final moan as Spike’s cock finally slipped out of Garble’s ass, causing him to shiver. His hand held the back of the couch as he felt his gaping ass leaking cum, pooling into a hefty puddle on the floor.
Garble, wanting to distract from the embarrassing sensation, got what he thought was a brilliant idea, allowing him the clarity to clear his throat and say, “You know, you still need to toughen up. I thought that after hanging around me, you’d be able to hold your own... But you’re still such a bitch!”
“Well... I... wait... I don’t... what?...” Spike was lost at what was happening for a moment.
“Do I need to spell it out for you? Being with those sissy ponies made you soft! You need to dragon-up!” The red dragon said with a slight growl as he jabbed at Spike’s chest. “Especially with a cock like this...” He adds under his breath, biting his lip as he glances back at the softened cock, his tail brushing against it.
Spike’s ear fins twitched as they caught the nearly silent words, and blushed as he saw the lustful, needy look in the drake’s eyes, mentally asking, “Is...he...really?” But only managing to sputter, “Uh...”
“Do I need to explain everything to you? That was a sorry excuse for a fuck! You need to do a LOT better, unless you WANT to be laughed out of the dragon lands! I mean, it might fly for fucking ponies, but here, you have to NOT be such a bitch when you fuck!” He said, his face red with passion, “And since I know your sorry ass can’t do it on your own...”
Spike’s jaw nearly dropped as Garble pulled himself off of his lap and onto the arm of the couch, bent over, tail high in the air, showing off his messy, leaking ass. He swayed his hips, making his rear bounce before flexing, tightening and rippling underneath its enticing jiggle.
“Y-You... You’re serious?” Spike asked, his own cock nearly back to full mast, watching as Garble’s ass twitched in anticipation, silently telling Spike the true story.
“The fuck do you think? You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, so you’re gonna fuck me ‘till you’re as good a fuck as me! And I don’t care how long it takes, you’re gonna fuck me until you’re dragon enough to take whatever you want, whenever you want!” The image of Spike suddenly grabbing him, ripping off his clothes, and fucking him out of nowhere dancing in his mind as he glares back at Spike staring as his ass. “So are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna fuck me?”
After a second of hesitation, Spike made up his mind and shifted, moving behind the flustered drake as he thought to himself, “Of course... I can’t expect him to be honest right away, he’ll tell me the truth when he’s ready. But, in the meantime, we’ll have all the ‘training sessions’ he wants.”
He then groped Garble’s ass, earning a groan from the drake as he raised his ass higher. In response, Garble's tail wrapped around Spike’s waist, pulling him closer, forcing his cock against his needy hole once again.
And as the cave echoed with renewed lust and passion, a figure shifted just out of view, "I... I'll just tell them Garble's sleeping in today," Fizzle muttered to himself as he thought back to what he just saw, turning even redder as he imagined himself being pinned against the wall, begin ravaged by Spike and his massive cock, his own arousal throbbing in his pants, “After... I...deal with this...”
