Rain Over Them‽

by Fireflower

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Crackle, Alternate Universe, Romance, Diamond Dogs, Porn
Length: 8156

One shot clopfic: Crackle x Rover; presumably takes place no later than season four by virtue of being a year after the episode A Dog and Pony Show. Memories of a past humiliation seem distant and tame compared to what's in front of a worker now.

Equestria may have been a place ponies called home for over a millennia since, all thanks to the desire to escape the perils of the ancestral old world; little did many of them know, there were other species dwelling within the land even longer than the likes of them by virtue of being native, especially considering how secretive they were to an extent.

Of course, not all species are like that, let alone easily approachable for the equines to make eye contact with all the same so to speak of: at best, distance is maintained between themselves; at worst, blood is shed by at least either one of the species; in between, neutrality is a major priority, something many of which can relate to.

Such is the case for one dragon found in the middle of nowhere within Equestria, faraway from its predominate inhabitants altogether: once believing to have the whole entire territory under beck and call, it was only a matter of time until even the most minuscule of details change; after all, no one is an island unto themselves, especially in this day and age no matter the location or motivation if at all.

Published 2021-07-28 04:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-28 04:30:00 UTC

Fur Upon Scale

Author's Note

This is my forty–sixth clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, this is perhaps the first story in which involves a rare pairing, hence the cover; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record that, like before My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; that is all, nothing more, nothing less.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends: I can assure you what shocked me is the fact it took about a fortnight to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site since I'd given into fleshing it out completely at my expense, so much so I was afraid of going overboard; I hope you can appreciate the effort I'd put in writing all of it and that we'd meet again soon, like before.

Fur Upon Scale

If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it would be many of which that were all keeping them on the lighter side as of this moment in time. For starters, the big blue sky harboring the golden sun which was shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying soon became engulfed by clouds. Within a large dream drop distance was but a barren wasteland consisting of topsoil and stones littering all throughout the way within the large dry fields. A calm gentle breeze had surfed across the very landscape as the valley and ridge of mountains surrounded much of it all, raging with growths and erosion. The area was lacking in many various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life.

One lone exception was found in the middle of nowhere: an enormous emerald dragon found to be lazing about supine in the altogether, showing off the bulbous form all throughout the way. Scattered amongst the scaly sagacious seas of springtime shamrock were but only a rather tiny assortment of jewels in every other color found in the rainbow alongside the predominate state. Although both eyes were colored in a moderate scarlet, they were lacking in the taste of blood as far as its owner was concerned, especially considering how minuscule and constrained they are. Matted onto the ground were a set of brilliant violet horns spiraling outwardly towards the solid earth as the both of them had already been rounded off from the base to the top all the very same. Under no circumstances was the emerald dragon simply unconscious or unaware of the environs, taking in all the sunlight beaming down upon the creases of lipids and muscles alike so to speak.

“Ahh…” was all that could be said from the lethargic lounger, every single one of all the eight limbs outstretched across the earth underneath their owner despite being much shorter altogether; nevertheless, they were further apart from each other by virtue of being separate but equal, both pairs of arms sharing the same shoulders as legs had done so from their respective thighs no less.

All the barrenness around the emerald dragon meant the odds of meeting a wayward traveler was relatively low to a fault, something which had put the former at ease as far as the eyes could see. Breezy skies above were also found to be carrying copious amounts of substances and scents to and fro, few of which were petals and leaves with the occasional blade of grass into the mixture. Calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time, the lethargic lounger’s visage remained narrowed to a fault, the drab yet warm firmaments becoming more deep in color and scent alike.

Sure enough, a soft plop soon bounced up against the emerald dragon’s scales instantaneously, subsiding throughout the surface area before subsiding into the folds without any opposition; soon, more drops of the same textures found their own way upon the indifferent individual until some additional reinforcements had gained ground almost immediately with little warning at all. It didn’t even take long for the earth underneath to be supersaturated in an instant, let alone the lethargic lounger becoming drenched in the process following it, not that it was of any concern; as a matter of fact, it was more than enough of a guarantee for a sudden rollover, showing off the other side of the body where a trail of lighter spines cut thru tiny wings to the haunches at once. Despite getting moistened by the downpour, the emerald dragon refused to move further away from the current location, much less take shelter therein; instead, all that was taken during the time was some enjoyment at the sensation of the wet soil clinging to the hard integuments as they’d slithered back down onto the once terra firma which had been the point of origin thereof.

After several minutes have passed, one of the wayward left hands had found its way downwardly over the owner’s stomach; soon, something warm and soft was directly within range. Seizing the damp window of opportunity, it was quickly padded over in an instant; upon rubbing it slowly, the lethargic lounger started chaffing about with no resistance whatsoever. A gradually loud moan had escaped from the emerald dragon’s muzzle already, especially after the fingers started to nudge through the slick space, thanks to the contrasting textures. In no time whatsoever, the scant movements had now been increasing in quantity and volume as well, especially since the base sharing both sets of legs moved further apart at once. Still, the wet fingertips scoured in between the soft, tight velvet underground in between the very pairs, causing another high–pitched moan to escape from the lethargic lounger soon. A jolt had travel up the spine, quivering with pleasure as the emerald dragon was stroking up and down within the dirtied undercarriage before wedging right back inside effortlessly. With its contents gathering around, the lethargic lounger was moaning in a blissful ecstasy as a clear fluid of a different origin splashed onto the nails and palm, mixing in the mud.

As the nerves and stamina inside the emerald dragon‘s whole body had finally regained control almost immediately, the torso, flowerbed, and kneecaps had faced the precipitation once again. Despite being wet, a sense of satisfaction awashed the lethargic lounger’s visage as the soil was sliding throughout the scales, crawling upon the skin as they’re still devoid of unhealed wounds. With many of the raindrops still descending throughout the emerald dragon’s very body at once, every single hand was now put to work, brushing away the wet dirt to and from all the creases. Though it wasn’t the same as when one hand was moving in and out of the velvet underground, the lethargic lounger smiled anyway from the loose textures of what had been in store long ago. Clearing away the topsoil didn’t even take much longer anyway as the emerald dragon’s supple form was back to its wet yet cleaned state as both nubbins stood on endwise from the bosoms.

Soon, the lethargic lounger had opened wide and collected a mouthful of rainwater from above in such so little time whatsoever: not much could be said about the taste, or lack thereof, as it was lukewarm but bearing the aroma of tomorrow’s fragrance here; as a result, the muzzle was shut back up as the aerial achromatic liquid had gotten swallowed down its consumer’s throat at once. Some seconds passed until the emerald dragon became enthralled by ennui, speedily sinking away from the surface world and into that of slumber straightaway, seeing nothing more than the advanced darkness superseding that of the stormclouds provided by the outside environment, dampening all the scales without any mercy or restraint whatsoever, not that it’d even mattered.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.

It was at this point in time the skies were cleared immediately, this time in a much warmer color as the sun had been set over upon the horizon. Observers were still in the hypothetical state as the moist environment still remained barren and devoid of life in general overall so to speak of. The scent was fresh with water vapors from the not too distant past as they were crawling up out the ground without any oppositions altogether. At the very least, the winds of change were still in the same directions but at a much lower speed and volume, even with any aromas prevailing.

The lethargic lounger was still fast asleep upon the wet earth, the face already guided rightward as smoke escaped from the nostrils; even as the temperatures were getting a scant bit cooler, no movement whatsoever had ever been made in response all the same: aside from the moisture and residual dirt, no significant changes were found anywhere upon the integuments nevertheless.

Of course, whatever solitude or solidarity had remained at the emerald dragon’s side wouldn’t last as several meters faraway from was a circle appearing within the earth, spitting out some debris rapidly before concluding with a single red gemstone landing upon a nearby pile at once. Following after this very discovery was the source of the rapid formation from not too long ago: a deep silver canine was found to be climbing out from there in a steady momentum before finally standing firmly upward on two paws over the earth with no other objectives in clear sight. Although shirtless to a fault, a moderate scarlet jacket had covered up most of the wearer’s back, exposing much of the torso filled with tiny abs; out of the two pockets etched within them, one was filled with numerous gemstones of a smaller size compared to that of the lethargic lounger. Setting the silver canine further apart from the emerald dragon’s lack of attire were but a pair of cobalt jeans covering everything else below the waistline save for a spiked tail, despite being just as dirty as the latter, not that the former had cared for much unlike anyone else in general no less. Emerald splashed the wearer’s eyes completely, sclera and all, but the visibility provided was still perfect to a fault, seeing the surface world for what it were currently in spite of the very acute barrenness which had remained especially prior to the calm before the shine in the storm. In addition, a collar was found to be worn around the silver canine’s neck, studded with several diamonds and with an orange topaz hanging directly in the middle; unlike the jewelry found either in the pocket or upon the lethargic lounger’s skin, they’d clung together with the textiles.

A frustrated snort escaped from the lone digger’s nostrils before giving way to words at once, “bah, today hasn’t been much of a find lately, especially before the storm: Spot and Fido haven’t had much luck either since that dreaded day; oh, curse that whining mule and her meddling friends as well as that blasted dragon no less…!”

It didn’t take much long for the silver canine to surveil the moist environs and its present details with both emerald splashed orbs: disappointment had currently grown from the absolute minimalism on display by the generally untouched landscape so to speak; the one exception in question was the emerald dragon resting upon the earth as the sunlight dried away the topsoil.

In a matter of moments, the lone digger was at a loss for words laying eyes upon the lethargic lounger almost instantaneously: on the one hand, the latter’s lack of fabric made the former’s jeans develop a curvature slowly but surely all the same no less; on the other hand, the sheer density and structure alone had served as an immediate reminder of the possibilities thereof.

If there was anything else that had also kept the silver canine well grounded into the shared plane of existence, then it was the jewels upon emerald dragon’s sparkling body embedded into them; even with the reality of the latter’s corporeal existence firmly etched into the mind frame already, the former was enthralled by the sheer fragmented hues to the point of salivating about no less. Imprinting across the lone digger’s eyes were the errant signals sent throughout the brain by its neurons to cook up a simple plan: increase the present payout by procuring the gemstones from the lethargic lounger’s integuments without attracting any attention; the only limits so far in the former’s perspective was how much noise he could make nearby the latter to avoid awakening.

Taking in a deep breath, the silver canine took a small step from the hole made from before and then a giant leap towards the emerald dragon at once; afterwards, the former had begun to crawl about, leaving behind a trail of pawprints upon the still supersaturated surface due to its malleability therein. Considering the steadily growing proximity between themselves, it was intrinsically imperative for the lone digger to stay quiet at all costs: minimizing movements as well as the speed therein was a running start as far as both limbs could feel, especially in regard to the lethargic lounger’s location whereupon. However, the more the silver canine had gotten towards, the perception therein slowly increased exponentially: the emerald dragon began to look more larger than the former had initially believed not too long ago at once; of course, that also meant the jewelry worn upon the latter’s scales were more so. Over the straightforward course of events taken, the lone digger had remained optimistic yet overcautious to a fault when it’d came to the lethargic lounger in question; after all, out of all the very differences between them both, the former was outmatched by the latter in terms of sizing, a mere rough threefold. To say that the silver canine was thinking too hard about this was an overstatement, especially considering the gravity of the situation at hand no less; the mere fact the emerald dragon was still snoring was a cold comfort compared to the smoke rising from the latter’s nostrils and the winds still howling about. Casing the scene was still enough of a job for the lone digger as far as concern was on the table, despite the growing presence of the lethargic lounger alone: the only real risk to the former was arriving to find the latter on the verge of escaping whatever dreams were being had and finding unwanted entities. Hearing the snores growing louder in proportion to the shrinking walking distance was enough for the silver canine weigh the decisions, chosen and otherwise, past and present; for what it was worth, it would’ve been better to keep away from the emerald dragon and pick another pathway, yet the die was cast. Kinesthetics soon started to shrink, much to the comfort of the lone digger’s body, save for the eyes, brain, and heart: the reality in which the lethargic lounger was up, close, and personal as a result left the former speedily palpitating; still, the latter was asleep nonetheless and the gems shone brighter as is. Even though that emerald dragon had still remained to be a passive risk to the silver canine, the jewelry accentuating the former’s body served as a reward ripe for the taking to the brave and bold themselves; this firmly placed the latter in both categories in theory, but the practice had left a lot to be desired.

“Mmm…” the lethargic lounger muttered incoherently, catching the lone digger off–guard as the former shifted the body weight around without bringing any harm whatsoever; thankfully, the latter had maintained distance and kept focus upon one of the jewelry embedded no less, “more aquamarines, please…”

“Phew, that was too close… today’s almost over: I can’t return home with such measly wares as is; I have to press on and figure out how to get them off the big dragon…” the silver canine had said almost soundlessly so to speak of, quiet enough to avoid garnering the emerald dragon’s attention nonetheless as far as the former could hear.

Closing away both emeralds, the lone digger soon reopened them to take aim at the clouded gem upon the lethargic lounger’s both and began to grow some resolve. Carefully calculative, the silver canine drew nails sharp enough towards one of the jewels within the emerald dragon’s scales without drawing up fluids whatsoever. Checking the textures thereof but briefly, it didn’t take much for the lone digger to go gravitate towards the lethargic lounger and nearly touch one of the gemstone. Considering the preceding information thereof, the fact that the silver canine had now laid claws on the emerald dragon’s jewel now meant it was readily obtainable.

As the lone digger touched the edge of the gemstone thereof, the lethargic lounger had rolled around once more, albeit gently; thankfully, the former released the claws away from there almost instantaneously, all while the latter had snored more coherently, “oh and some more ametrines too; what more a dragoness could even ask for…?”

“Gimme a break, any second longer and I would’ve been flatter than the very earth itself, all thanks to the likes of her no less…!” the silver canine grumbled at this recent turn of events, especially considering the lethargic lounger was at the forefront of it all, “I need to get this over with before the day is over, or worse before her slumber is over…!”

“Too late, I heard that…” a gruff snort crashed through the lone digger’s ears instantaneously, catching the listener by surprise as the origins in question, or lack thereof, became fully realized: the lethargic lounger was now aware of the surface world once again, this time with a nearby observer near the speaker’s vicinity no less.

The silver canine began to sweat as heartbeat had increased more suddenly than before, both legs now surging with adrenaline as they’d taken the initiative to scurry off from the emerald dragon; however, the escape route was curtailed by one of the latter’s rightmost legs almost immediately, much to the former’s disdain, “shit…!”

“Now then, how about you turn around and face me already, that is if you value your own life of course, you Lilliputian Diamond Mutt…” a sinister purr emanated from the lethargic lounger, bravely defaulted to a feminine octave from what the lone digger could tell instantly, “now what exactly did you say about what being over; would you care to tell me what this is all about…?”

“Eh?!” the silver canine had choked out a gulp.

The emerald dragon cuddled up nearby and said softly with a much gentler approach than earlier before, “perhaps, it would be best if we start over on a much better standing, pardon the expression of course: my name is Crackle and I come from the Dragon Lands as you can see here, though others could too; what’s your name…?”

“My name… is Rover… it’s Rover, but what’s it to you; why does a dragon want to know my name and at a time like this?!” the lone digger spat out, slowly turning around to find the lethargic lounger’s lava lens looking into the former at once, “the last dragon I’d met humiliated the shit out of the three of us and all with the help of his six miserable pony friends no less! To think that he was so weak had made us feel like a laughingstock in all of the underground but the real slap to the face was how we’d all been worn down prior; that whinging mule of a unicorn was supposed to help us find the gems more efficiently compared to us Diamond Dogs yet her crying was too much for us to put up with…”

“You’ve lost to a bunch of weaklings; no wonder why you were so tense when you were so nearby: my presence reminded me of that little dragon whose friends had humiliated no less…” she’d chuckled about much to his derision.

Rover had wasted no time whatsoever in replying to Crackle despite being scared and angry no less, “he got lucky because of his pony friends; had we more stronger guards posted that day, we would’ve not been the punchline to every single joke even since then: at the very least, we’d have gotten more gems and respect from our peers no less…”

“I see, that explains why you were so close to me earlier; perhaps, I should tell you something that you ought to understand…” the emerald dragon whispered, gently guiding the silver canine towards her side due to his rather smaller size compared to her, “unlike your kind, my kind exists in more forms than you or your friends could ever bother to comprehend yet as of this moment. As scary as we are to your kind and every other kind not like the dragons, we’re not the same to each other, something that creatures like themselves know too well especially because of such petty squabbles about resources and ideology; as far as they are concerned, they’ve no reason to be scared of any creature if all they have is the strength in numbers and strategy altogether. Nevertheless, we aren’t all the monsters, animals, or demons that past society makes us out to be in the yesteryears generally; despite our sizes, we’re more capable of caring for things beyond mere materialistic pleasures like hoards and hunger here: the young and the helpful are what prompt us to show our softer side beneath our scaly skins no less, something many can relate to.”

“What does this have to do with me…?” he’d asked her with growing hesitation within his own voice no less the longer both bloated emeralds were staring right back at her small rubies all the same.

Crackle had edged forward slowly and answered Rover lightheartedly, “perhaps, we can help each other out for once in a change: you have some gems in your pockets and I have bigger scales upon my skin; even a youngling would be quick to figure out the purpose of mathematics itself know where this is going…”

“Which is what…?” the silver canine sniffed as he was becoming entranced by the emerald dragon‘s dirtied integuments still sparkling about despite the state they’re currently in, “tell me exactly where you’re going with this; even I haven’t got all day knowing what’s to happen once the sun goes down…”

“You give me a good time and I’ll give you one of my scales to go home with; that way, you won’t have to return home empty–handed, or at the very least with a bigger net gain than what you already have: judging by your inventory, there nothing more than mere morsels alone…” she’d said with a slightly salivated smile no less.

This had made him choke out some air as he’d struggled to swallow a gulp straightaway, “what… morsels?!”

“Feed them to me and we can get this party started; I can assure you, you won’t even regret it…” Crackle answered with her muzzle opened up wide at once to show off the many teeth to Rover, “besides, I’m a little famished anyway and I’m saving my appetite for later on tomorrow…”

“For what reason would you want with my gems, dragon…?” the silver canine inquired intensely in the face of the vast yet small dentition from the emerald dragon’s dank and dire mouth so to speak.

Backing away ever so slightly, she’d answered him salaciously, “it’s simple really: I eat them; it’s what dragons do best and I’m no different, unlike some twerp whom beaten you to her. In my case, it’s part of the reason why I have such luscious scales: as tough as they are, we also shed them at times; given your small size, they would fetch a larger payout for your kind, especially seeing how much work you’d put into finding them today. So, what do you say to that: we give each other a good time and we can all go home happy, I get some gems and you get my scale; do we have a deal…?”

“This is a tough one; this dragon is nothing like the purple one we’d came across that day: besides her temperament, she’s big!” Rover cerebrated, taking another look at Crackle’s body from head to toe and then at the jewels in his pockets with some nervousness, “if I’d known exactly when she was going to wake up, then I should’ve never gone nearby her at all. Why is it that my kind had to be the one that always encounter such terrifying creatures, especially her of all dragons?! I can’t believe my rotten luck: the one day things start looking up for Rover and his friends, I end up awakening a sleeping giant of all things and a dragon at that; this is gonna be just as worse as that time that mule and her friends took all of the gems and we’re still dealing with the fallout…! If I come back without the gems, then they’ll kick me out for good; on the other hand, I can’t even entertain the thought of what she might do to me if I so much as dare to say no…”

“I’m waiting, Rover; can you please make a decision: what say you, Lilliputian Diamond Mutt…?” the emerald dragon spoke to the silver canine once more with clarity, breaking him straight out of his line of thought instantaneously.

Even with the reality of her crimson orbs still staring back at him, he’d remained firm enough to steady his heartbeat back to a sense of normalcy or, at the very least, resembling one thereupon: at this moment in time, she was more than prepared for a response from the former putting the latter to ease, “okay…”

“Oh, goody… that wasn’t so hard: I can assure you that you won’t regret it, now then…” Crackle cooed cordially before flashing her dentition at Rover again, albeit in a smaller shape than prior, “feed me…”

“Damn it all…!” the silver canine ruminated indignantly, reaching into his pockets to pull out a sapphire in an instant; at this point, the emerald dragon started to pant lightly at the modest shape of the gemstone within his hand no less.

It didn’t take much for him to start outlining her big lips with the jewel in question, his fingers becoming wet with salivation much to their owner’s disgust, no matter how deeply concealed; soon enough, it’d been shrunken into the mouth with little warning whatsoever, much to the consumer’s delight as she’d gulped, “mmm… tasty…!”

“Shit, that’s the last time I come up to the surface world for one reason or another; too many surprises, especially with dragons…” Rover had only thought to himself with but another gemstone out in the open, this time a yellow citrine, ready to be given to Crackle, “how are the jewels treating you now, dragon: do you like it…?”

“Keep ‘em coming; we’ve just started already…!” the emerald dragon huffed as a pair of pearls, blue and yellow, were then thrown into her mouth by none other than the silver canine himself no less.

As he kept giving up his jewelry to her, he’d remained calm on the outside but thoughtful all throughout the time: seeing that he was in vicinity of her gaping maw and the appetite satiated by them alone, this proved to be bizarre; in the very least, the best course of action was to keep the latter in a comfortable manner as far as the former realized.

Needless to say, Rover was left to think by himself while his inventory shrank thanks to Crackle, “I’m running out of gems already: at this rate, she might even try to eat me as well if that’s not enough for her; even I’m wary of their appetites and they’re aren’t just limited to our gems no less. We Diamond Dogs were only prepared to deal with invaders and other intrusive threats, not big scary dragons: Crackle may as well be the biggest of them all, compared to that purple brat, bigger than any of the ponies he’d allied with, especially that white mule…”

“Oh, you’re almost done already: it’s a good thing that those gems you’d fed me were just an appetizer; are you ready for me…?” the emerald dragon had asked playfully as the silver canine was faced with a rose quartz within his grip among the remaining few, “close your eyes and pucker up, loverboy…”

Seeing they were still on the ground, she’d wasted no time closing the distance the twosome had shared, eyes now accentuating with some blushing considerably. As they’d finally grew closer to one another, even the light and thin oxygen became heavy and dense with every breath Rover taken in such a short time no less. Therein, the mismatched muzzles slowly opened up while both sets of eyelids had closed; their mutual proximity soon plain to see, especially in the fading light. In little time whatsoever, they’d soon surrendered themselves to the amorous atmosphere, with Crackle gently wrapping one of her arm around her target’s back. Neither of them had dared to relent, spending over a minute or so tongue–tied amidst the very passions growing alongside the silver canine’s anxiety therein. While many would’ve been willing to make a double take at the sight of it all, the very loneliness amongst the duo was something that he was quick to cherish. Olfactories were starting to shift into a higher gear as Rover had picked up on the rancid aromas emanating from the likes of the emerald dragon and the mud. Of the twosome in question, only the silver canine had felt the entirety of his body trembling about from the mere act of partaking in osculation with her. Due to the sheer asymmetry in between themselves, he’d felt firmly mindful of his smaller size, especially considering the key reasons wherefore all the same.

Suddenly, Rover was overwrought with a terrifying resolve as his tinted visage, once red like a rose, had shifted to match his own eyes as visions betrayed him: dizzying about, he’d turned his face away from Crackle before an assortment of lukewarm hues escaped from the former’s maw, a chunky salsa now staining the still wet ground as well as some of the clothing worn overall.

“Hauf…!” the silver canine coughed up a storm of nausea in front of the emerald dragon, panting and groaning while struggling to stay still; this earned him a firm grimace from her, thanks to the scent itself being worse compared to what he’d smelled and tasted not to long ago by virtue of being solid.

As soon as he was done, he’d wiped away the remains further from her before she’d scoffed, “oh, what the shit: that’s so fucking disgusting; do you honestly hate being housebroken so much?!”

“I’m a Diamond Dog, not somebody’s pet; nevertheless, I’m sorry that you had to witness this…” Rover barked at Crackle before kneeling instantly, the humiliating taste of defeat latching onto himself from within, “please don’t eat me…!”

“Relax, I’m not going to eat you: your body wouldn’t have been much of meal compared to your gems; if anything, your red rocket seems to be ready to launch anyway…” the emerald dragon bursted into laughter without any warning whatsoever, much to the silver canine’s bewilderment all the while.

He’d gone back to being flushed with embarrassment once again thanks to her taunt, feeling his waistline warping toward her muzzle despite the fabrics binding himself back; nevertheless, she was quick to take note of what was currently pointing towards her direction while the former sighed, “then, what are you looking at anyway…?”

“The pants… lose ‘em…!” Crackle snorted immediately, catching Rover off–guard as she was now gazing downward from his eyes at once, “let me see it launch some flavor into my mouth already…”

It didn’t take long for the silver canine to slide a flat piece open, followed by a rippling tear as a slender cylindrical red appendage for the emerald dragon to see. She’d started kissed it around rather gently, their flesh grazing one another while moving up and down with her hot lips making its rounds for him to feel at once. After a few kisses, Crackle forwarded her hot mouth around Rover’s reddened prepuce by a few decimeters, taking in girth and length so willfully within seconds. Despite having both lips salivating about, the emerald dragon breathed in easily, concentrating her efforts onto lapping at the tumescence inside of the mouth. Before long, she’d pushed her tongue into increasing her speed at once, sliding against the silver canine’s shaft, much to his delectations thanks to the very heat. Crackle had felt his yard swelling up a bit due to her very efforts, even as its size still remained the same within her very aperture, a contrast to the former’s maw. The emerald dragon wasn’t the only one whom anticipated the outcome of her efforts, especially considering the fact the salivation brought lubrication at once. Since she was fully in control of her actions, Rover was sweating about profusely to little end in sight, thanks to the suctioning around his prepuce so to speak of. Out of the two inhabitants whom were blushing about, the silver canine had burned the deepest among his wet visage as the perspiration still failed to cool him.

“Hng…!” he’d grunted at once as Crackle continued driveling on his shaft for a significant amount of time overall right until her mouth was now finished sipping extracts and swallowing them whole.

It didn’t take much for the emerald dragon to clean away the remaining residue before purring softly, “you know, your cock isn’t too bad whatsoever: it’s so much flavorful than I’d expected from the likes of your kind; at this rate, you might as well would’ve had quite time being the top dog underground…”

“You wish: after that day, no spade would ever dare to make a pass at me or my friends, much less the other way around no less…” Rover scoffed tepidly, unanimously verging wayward xylems yearning zippiest waterway with disappointment as his yard swelled, “the embarrassment was just too much for them to even try entertaining the notion, even during the season…”

“Really now, then perhaps it seems that I may as well be your first already; at the very least, this should be enough of a start to be open with ourselves more than ever: in my case, as experienced as I am, there were still many dragons that wouldn’t step up to me to this day so to speak of…” she’d said to the silver canine whilst lifting himself off the ground gently in the process no less.

This had caught him off–guard as he was now completely separated from his blue pants, exposing more of himself to Crackle; the only cold comfort taken was that his own feet landed upon the surface area underneath her bust where his prepuce pointed towards.

Nevertheless, Rover was still perturbed by it all and yelped slightly, “what’s all this then; what are you trying to do: scare me even further to death?!”

“After what you’d done to and for me, I’m still shocked at all this: I already said that I’m not gonna eat you earlier, you know…!” the emerald dragon had retorted indignantly to the silver canine almost instantaneously all the same, neither smiling nor frowning, “besides, considering how easy you’d came, the least you can do from hereon out is to have a little drink from me…”

“What the–––” he’d yelped as she sandwiched his face within the bare and pointy cleavage with little warning whatsoever; though disturbed by her decision–making, he became eased with her soft integuments directly at each side of both cheekbones: the solidus state of the address was made clear now that both corporeal denizens were currently in close range of each other.

Aroused by the active Crackle, Rover had been inserted inside her bosoms at once, both parties fully aware of their collective means, motive, and opportunity, especially with his fur onto her scales: of the two, she’d cooed at him, “see, there’s nothing to worry about anyway, my little puppy…”

“I’m not little, nor am I a puppy, I’m a Diamond Dog, plain and simple…” the silver canine had spat out, still kneeling around onto the emerald dragon’s bust to look up at her tenderhearted ruby irises with a slight saturation therein, “even though that you’re a big dragon, I’m not about to go down that easily, at least not unlike last time no less…”

“Then prove it to me…” she’d said to him.

Rover had bent forward face first back into Crackle’s cleavage, this time starting to fondle them slowly with his tongue, making the latter moan slightly from the contact. Soon, the emerald dragon felt herself hardening as the silver canine had started suckling onto her figure, leaving behind some big ribbons of saliva onto her own bosoms. Her moaning then intensified when his teeth had started chewing over her ords, causing both of the eyes to widen up a bit and some dentition to flash across the muzzle. In spite of the suddenly sharp and stinging spasms, Crackle held on firmly as Rover remained latched onto her bust’s endings, savoring it all despite being wary no less. As a result of the silver canine’s unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air was traveling in and out of the emerald dragon at various speeds and concentrations responsively. While accompanied by the lone legatos of her emissions, he’d gotten a taste of its contents, the former grinning big as the latter drank away the fluids from the cleavage.

Now breaking away from Crackle, Rover was slowly becoming overwhelmed by a wave of concupiscence thanks to her and the fullest form she’d possessed on full display; in any case, he’d said to her, “your reptilian teats are far more softer than I’d recently expected and filled with milk too; how is that even possible…?”

“Like I’d said before, not all dragons are the same; in my case, I don’t just produce scales but also milk as well for my size…” the emerald dragon sighed with a blush as the silver canine pressed his shaft in between her bosoms until it was barely seen, “oh look, you’re finally getting the hang of it already, dearest diamond dog…”

He could barely help himself but drool and blush now that his own yard had now became more tumescent, no doubt work of her bust’s rough yet plump texture occupying both sides almost instantly. Now with Rover’s prepuce sliding throughout until its point became seen by Crackle herself, she’d now started squeezing both of her cleavage mutually on each side of it all with such a basic gentility. The emerald dragon started swaying them up and down concomitantly while her tongue soon had slipped through and out below her lips before reaching the tip of the silver canine’s shaft to lacquer it. He’d begun to become aroused at what she was trying to do, only this time his soft moaning was the only sound being heard within the open field, driving the thoughts of going inside her faster as once. Rover was determined to let his lusts be satiated alongside Crackle as the surface area of her own bosoms kept his yard rigid and straightforward against them all, moving faster than ever as far as they see. The emerald dragon was already at ease with the notion of letting the silver canine do all the work since it’s what she’d done long before he’d arrived, even with the memories of the rainfall still here. In a matter of moments, he’d felt his prepuce swelling up again, this time upon a more drier part of her body as the trace amount of dirt thereupon latched onto him; this served to aid him even more so. Before long, Rover’s limbs threatened to betray him despite holding onto Crackle’s bust firmly, hanging in just in time to feel his shaft splatter a similar compound across her neckline, much to her joy.

“Gyuh…!” the silver canine panted as the emerald dragon’s cleavage became caked with his fluids before sliding off from her body and back onto the ground like before no less, his yard still red like her eyes and burning brighter than prior.

She was quick to turn her head in his direction like so and spoke to her, “really now…? I knew for a fact that your cock was going to have a hard time putting up after a little foreplay but I’d figured the least my milk could do was give you the strength to keep on going…”

“Sorry about that, I’d never imagined I was going to end the workday this way, let alone in such a matter with you, Crackle…” Rover wheezed as he’d struggled to stand back onto his two feet again, watching as the eponymous lounger stared on, “I really want to keep going for the sake of getting your scale, especially after we’d just started; I just don’t know how much longer I have. Although that I’ve started to trust you, I’m still running out of ideas as to how to keep you remaining satisfied; even without my status as an outcast, I’ve never managed to make it this far altogether…”

“Try putting my cunt where your mouth is: that should be enough to get me even more hot and bother than ever; here, let me show you…” the emerald dragon sighed as she sat up straight at an angle to pick the silver canine up again, this time setting him down onto her own tail still resting in between both pairs of legs at once.

Currently, he was faced with her velvet underground up, close, and personal, having bore both egresses as the soil accented the folds: they were wet as her bosoms, albeit with a more achromatic fluid running freely about as they’d covered them with such lustrous sheen; even with his prepuce limp and lean, there was no way giving up at all would be an acceptable option.

It wasn’t long until Rover took aim at Crackle’s haunches, having climbed down to spread the edge apart with both hands before jutting right away into her at once, his tongue sending tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyelids tightly, the emerald dragon had suppressed quiet moans before reopening them immediately, too contented to look directly at the silver canine’s latched onto her narrow breech all the same. With his muzzle now buried deep inside at once running around and within so thoroughly, he’d briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent flowerbed above her fundament, yielding out even more pleasure in the process. Each time Rover’s tongue had switched back to Crackle’s undercarriage and vice versa all so repetitively, she’d found herself now drooling with hunger and thirst from his exploration therein already taking place. Needless to say, the silver canine stretched the emerald dragon‘s haunches a bit wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to close the ruby sparked eyes once again and give out a louder moan. She’d started gurgling about as the dribble from his tongue surpassed the point of wishing for a more interactive way of observation and support regarding his past actions, even as he went on with reckless abandon.

Rover was milliliters away from getting tapped out, despite being enamored by Crackle’s tight breech, something that kept her at ease as she was panting and moaning; at the same time, he’d felt his shaft regain some structure, prompting him to think silently than he’d spoken to himself much earlier, “now, then… for the finale…”

It wasn’t even long until the silver canine’s freshly exposed yard had soon went inside of the emerald dragon again, this time in where his tongue had been in; as a result, she’d yelped loudly enough, planting her hands onto the soft soil. At first, the movements had begun tardily before gaining some momentum steadily as he’d clung onto the scales firmly, his fingernails soon gently digging deep into her as he pushed and pulled himself against her fundament all the while. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did Crackle started feeling her flowerbed getting heated up all of the sudden with its pith and substance still slick like water that remained nearby above where Rover had planted his prepuce. Firmly aware of how they were both already burning about with such hot moisture accumulating about with less viscosity, the silver canine pumped himself further in and out of the emerald dragon without care, determined to see it thru. So much of the momentum had now increased on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against her with mutually growing satisfaction cleanly despite their own differences, something they’d both worked past already. It was only in a matter of moments no less Rover had gotten close enough to unleash himself another discharge into Crackle again, this time with her haunches now reacting to the repetitive incursions as their frictions grew more hot. Sure enough, time was still of the essence for the likes of them: the emerald dragon had already surrendered all control of her own body while the silver canine had clenched his eyelids, both of the individuals perspiring profusely already. Because of their collective body temperatures overall, she was beyond pleasured with his choice in the matter, having come to terms with the near future awaiting themselves all the same no less since it was her actions and inactions alone. With that said, although Crackle had yearned for the lengthwise to be sparsed along, she and Rover were already on the verge of bursting about eventually, something the latter knew far too well considering he’d done much of the work.

“Don’t give up… make me cum already, will ya?!” the emerald dragon roared as her callipygian muscles contracted whereas the silver canine’s shaft swelled within before the most latest reentry had caused him to burst; before long, he’d squirted his extract into her breech with its excesses covering the edges as well as around him still buried deep inside, “OOOOOOH, FUCK ME…!”

“AHN…!” was all that he could say, panting and huffing about as a wet squelch was felt between themselves, much of the solution still remaining in their respective placements as his kneecaps gave way again; afterwards, he’d rested facedown onto her torso, red with exhaustion yet filled with the delight shared in their wet and messy reality they were still in nonetheless.

Crackle felt the lungs inside her body and the air within them currently becoming stabilized after what Rover had done to her, too overwhelmed with concupiscence to even feel the weight and pressure onto her own back increase more greatly than her actual size thanks to his recent actions.

Afterwards, silence slowly slipped back into the area as the emerald dragon and silver canine both huffed and puffed greatly into extreme exhaustion as they’d burned passionately against the gentle breeze. The winds and water vapors of the evening sky had currently started to subside and so were their very sensualities as they’d slowly drifted off into slumber, too exhausted to just move away from one another. Movements between themselves were brought to an absolute minimum as they slipped right away into seeing darkness, more complete than the firmament above the two as he still wore the scarlet jacket.

Just when it would’ve seemed all would become quiet again on the western front as before, it didn’t even take much for Crackle to whisper softly to Rover despite being too distant, “I love you…”