Author's Note

Kinks: Size Difference, Dominant Zeeb, "Public" Sex

Interspecies relations 02 - Unusual arrangements

Smolder was in a bit of a conundrum. Yes, her new zebra friend and her had gotten away with their little closet fling, however that had left her… oddly lonely. She was a runt and rarely got any attention from guys. So her actually having some fun with a zebra made her want to cling (for lack of a better word) to said attention.

“Smolder, you okay? You’re spacing out.”

Smolder shook herself and looked at the bright blue changeling in front of her.

“Sorry Ocellus.” Smolder shook her head. “Just spacin’ out.”

“What’s up?” The changeling hopped up onto the bench next to the dragon.

“Weellll… I met a guy.” Smolder sighed.

“Kaaay? There are a lot of guys here.” Ocellus deadpanned.

“No-” Smolder shook her head. “Like, met a guy, met a guy.”

“Uh huh. Aaaand?” Ocellus gestured a hoof to have her keep going.

“So he was nice aaand… wefuckedinthecloset.” Smolder blurted out.

Ocellus blinked. “Huh? Really?”

Smolder chewed her lip, blushing furiously. She nodded slowly.

“Hot.” Ocellus said bluntly with a chuckle and a smirk.

Smolder blinked at her in return. “Huh?”

“Changeling. You might be a confused mess, but you’re a horny confused mess.” Ocellus shrugged. “So, what’re you gonna do now?”

“Don’t know?...” Smolder slumped a little.

“Need some ideas? Unless you’re looking for more than just a hook-up guy.” Ocellus smirked at her again.

“Not sure on that either… but… wouldn’t turn down more.. Ummm… fuckin…” She said slowly. “That might be… something eventually…” Smolder looked around awkwardly.

“It’s fine. Lemme just give you some tips.” Ocellus said with a nod.

Smolder felt her face burn.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

Smolder was wearing her cheerleader uniform. She never expected to have to wear it again, the cheerleading was embarrassing enough as it is.

It helped that the hallways were mostly empty, and the dragoness was getting only the occasional eye.

Where had her confidence gone?

At least Zerkhan was in view.

“Ah, Smolder,” the zebra greeted her once he came within polite talking range, while also looking her up and down. “That’s a cute look for you,” he complimented her. “You know you don’t have to get dressed up for me, I’m happy to spend time with you however you look.”

“It wasn’t my idea…” Smolder blushed and looked at the floor.

“Oh?” Zerkhan raised an eyebrow. “What else is in this idea that wasn’t yours, then?”

She shuffled closer. “Not wearing anything under the skirt.” She mumbled out.

The zebra blinked, looked her up and down in a new light, before putting a hoof on her shoulder. “So, where and how hard?” he questioned the dragoness.

“Uhhh… Under the bleachers… and…” Her face turned a nice shade of pink. “H-hard as you want…”

The zebra blinked again, his head unconsciously moving in the direction of the field and the bleachers as he thought about it. “There’s going to be a game out there in ten minutes,” he pointed out.

“S-so?” She said, her claws fumbling with the skirt.

Zerkhan smirked a little and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You dirty dragoness,” he said. “Are you going to keep quiet or are you going to get us caught while I’m railing your brains out?”

“M-mmmhmmm…” She nodded quickly.

“Well then,” the zebra said, lowering his legs a little. “Hop on, I’ll take us there. And then when we get there, I’ll ride you.”

Smolder climbed up onto his back. “K-kay…”

The duo had arrived under the bleachers with minutes to spare before the first spectator arrived. Naturally, the zebra had taken this chance to lay the dragoness on the grass under him and tease her inflamed lips with a hoof. Once she, and he, had been worked up and the crowd and teams had arrived, Zerkhan had taken up a more aggressive mating pose, one that put the crown of his length against her lips, and started to push, his forehooves holding her hips in place.

Smolder blushed furiously as her claws clenched the grass, her tail clearly high in the air, the tip over one of his shoulders.

“You know,” Zerkhan said as he sunk more of his cock into her, keeping his voice low enough to not be heard by the students in the bleachers. “Coming back after the first round might imply you wanted what I gave you the first time.”

“Well duh.” She grumbled back. “I was the pushy one, just… awkward.”

“Well, what I meant was…” The zebra felt himself hilt inside the ‘ness, so he sat back, bringing her with him as she was impaled on his length. “What if I threatened to keep you?” he chuckled. “Just as a scaly toy?”

“Mmmmm…” Smolder grumbled, shoving her face in the grass. Her rocking hips did imply that that wasn’t a no.

“Or just walk around with you,” the zebra hummed, running a hoof over her form. “So that I can always dump my load somewhere warm, tight, and ready for it?”

“When did you get so kinky.” She grunted out clenching at the grass.

Zerkhan used a hoof to wrap it around the dragoness’ waist, pulling her back to lean against his chest so he could whisper his answer into her ear. “When you decided to do this,” he teased. “Only this time, I might take it further than talk.”

“Mmmmph…. Hot…” She groaned.

“Should I look into making a saddle for you to use while you ride my underside?” the zebra teased. His hooves found her hips and he began using her like a toy as they sat under the bleachers.

“Maybe… Maybe a bit too fast.” She groaned out.

“Fair enough,” the zebra chuckled. “Still, don’t think I didn’t feel that slickness from when you were riding me. You enjoy the thought of us together.”

“No shit!” She growled as she shifted a little to glare up at him. “You’re stating the obvious.”

“I meant,” he clarified, “that you were remembering my attitude, what was likely to happen, and were looking forward to it anyways.” He held the ‘ness down and ground his cock around in a small circle, hitting all the points inside her tunnel.

“Kinda…” She chewed her lip as her face turned more pink again.

One of Zerkhan’s hooves came up and rubbed around Smolder’s neck, the zebra humming thoughtfully. “Maybe I should get you a collar,” he teased. “One that says ‘Property of fat zebra dick.’”

“Doesn’t specify you as the zebra.” She grumbled.

“Do you see another zebra stallion around here?” Zerkhan asked with a raised eyebrow. “And that wasn’t a no~”

“No… it wasn’t…” She grunted. “So long- mmmph… as it stays in the bedroom…”

“That’s an idea,” Zerkhan mused. “I do have an entire room to myself. There’s room for someone else to stay with me, but since I’m sort of a last minute addition-”

“You askin’ me to move in already?” She asked, raising a brow.

“It’d be easier to fuck you to unconciousness if we shared a room~” the zebra teased.

“You really think you can last that long?” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“We won’t know unless we try~” he sang, turning the dragoness around to face him while keeping her impaled. If she had an immediate retort, it was silenced by him kissing her.

“Mmmph!” She squeaked as her legs hooked against his hips. Eventually he broke the kiss and smiled down at her.

“I’d say your body is being a little more honest with what you want than your mouth is,” he taunted.

She grumbled into his lips but did end up relaxing.

There was a cheer from the stands as someone on the field did particularly well, and Zerkhan looked upwards for a moment before returning his attention to the ‘ness. “You realize we’ll have to stay down here until the game’s over,” he pointed out.

She could only groan as he thrust away at her.

“Meaning you’re going to be fucked for, oh…” his smile became wider. “About an hour?”

“Mmmm… Nice….” She groaned out.

True to his word, the zebra had in fact fucked her throughout the entire game. And a little longer, to make sure that nobody saw them leaving the field when they hadn’t been in the stands. There were periods of fast, rapid fucking, periods of slow, gentle thrusting, and he’d ballooned her stomach out no less than three times, each time watering the ground as well with the backwash.

In the end, he’d put the shaky ‘ness up on his back and carried her up to her room so she could recover, since she clearly couldn’t walk, kissed her on the forehead, and left her with the sight of his ponderous balls swinging between his rear legs as he left her room, taunting her with the idea of next time taking her to ‘their’ room.

Now, lying alone in her shared room, the dragoness had time to think about all the taunting and dirty talking her hookup had said during her…admittedly, possibly too long, session. She had to consider how to react to it, because sending the wrong message would, while possibly ending up being pleasurable, may result in a situation she didn’t want.

Even if her legs had betrayed her that one time.

There was a slight knock at the door, and Ocellus walked into their shared room. The bug took one look at the state of the dragoness and smirked slightly. “Had fun, did we?” she asked in a dry tone of voice. “I was in the stands, you know,” she commented, walking closer to Smolder. “I could practically feast on the lust you two were putting out.”

“Can’t feel my legs.” Smolder groaned. “Happy to help feed you or… whatever.”

Ocellus blinked, drawing closer. “Did he…fuck you through the game?” she asked quietly.

“Uh huh.” Smolder nodded into her pillow.

“And then he took you back here and left you on the bed…” Ocellus mused. “Well if you don’t want him, I’ll take him,” she offered. “I’d be the fattest bug.”

“Uh uh. Mine.” She grunted out. “My zeeb.”

“Yes, I can see that by all the claims you’ve staked on him,” Ocellus said with a snicker. “He felt more comfortable dropping you off here than taking you back to rail some more. Honestly, I could probably disguise myself as you to take some of the load off, or just his loads, if you wanted-”

“Ap! No! At least- No!” Smolder snorted smoke and glared at the bug.

“Sooo, that implies you have a plan for your larger friend,” Ocellus said with a smirk. “Need any help with it?”

“Nooooo….” Smolder said slowly. “May- No!” Now the dragon was looking unsure.

“Talk me through it, maybe I can offer some words of advice,” the bug said, sitting on her own bed and looking at the dragoness. “What about him is throwing the mighty Smolder off her plan?”

“You think I got a plan?” Smolder looked at her. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Well you’ve been fucked by him twice, I would think you would have at least some idea of how that works,” the bug quipped.

“He likes a pocket pussy? Cute dragon pocket pussy?” Smolder shrugged.

“Sooo, he wants to carry you around and fuck you?” Ocellus asked, getting a nod from the dragoness. “Okay. And do you want to be treated like that?”

“... Maybe a bit…” Smolder wilted a bit.

“So, what’s the problem?” Ocellus asked with a slight head tilt.

“I don’t know… me?” Smolder planted her face in her pillow. “M’weird.”

“Just a little,” Ocellus chuckled, getting off her bed and walking the short distance to Smolder, putting a hoof on her shoulder. “Look. You want it. He definitely wants it. What’s the harm?”

“Ehh…. Point…” Smolder grunted.

“Exactly!” the bug cheered. “So, once you can walk again, you can go to his bedroom and show him what you think about all this.”

“And what, I just walk to his room and… what- bend over?” Smolder raised a brow at her buggy friend.

“That depends, what has he said to you during the whole affair?” Ocellus asked. “If you felt like putting on a show that catered to his fantasies, that’d be more effective at getting the message across.”

“Well he did mention a collar…” Smolder mumbled.

Ocellus blinked. Then grinned. “I could make you one~” she sang as her horn lit up.

“... Sure…”

Zerkhan had been tending his small pots of herbs and assorted plants in his room. They only took up the windowsill, he wasn’t going to cover the whole floor in pots. Just the most essential ones were growing. Halfway through watering, he heard his bedroom door creak open slowly. The zebra put the watering can down and turned to see who was visiting him at this time of the day.

Then there came a knock at the door.

“Come in,” he called, noticing the door creak a little wider and faster.

Smolder stepped in. “Uh, hi.”

She was wearing a small, black collar around her neck, with a metal tag at the front that the zebra couldn’t read from the other side of the room. He still smiled a little though, and started to walk over to her. “So,” he said. “You came.”

“Eh heh… Yeah…” Smolder scuffed the floor with a claw before walking over to him. “Wanna read… the tag?” She bent over a bit.

The zebra used a hoof to adjust the collar enough to read the engraving on the metal. He still had to squint a little before it became legible.

-Property of Zerkhan.

He blinked before looking the dragoness in the eyes. He sat on his haunches, used his hooves to pick her up, before kissing her deeply, invading her mouth with his much larger tongue.

She squeaked and melted against the stallion. Eventually the kiss broke and he looked her in the eyes once more.

“You’re sure you want this, want me?” he asked.

“Yes.” Smolder replied bluntly with a nod.

“I can be a little controlling,” he pointed out.

“You don’t say. So long as you keep that to the sexy stuff, that’s fine… mostly.” Smolder shrugged. “Might want to ride you once or twice.”

“I can live with that,” Zerkhan replied, now just hugging the dragoness close. “Any idea if you want to move in or nah?”

“Maybe move next door.” She stuck her tongue out.

“That’s fine, it’ll give me plenty of time to fuck my new toy,” the zebra teased, one hoof going to her scaly rump and teasing it.

“I also have a roommate, so I can’t be here all the time.” She rolled her eyes, but still pressed her rump into his hoof.

“Still plenty long enough for some…late night biology sessions,” Zerkhan teased. “How about we start one right now?”

“What do you have in mind?” Smolder raised a brow.

“I was thinking something along the lines of how much cum can a dragoness womb hold,” the zebra taunted. “Or, how long can I use my toy before it breaks?”

“Now that doesn’t sound healthy.” She snorted. “But it’s not a no.”

“Good, because I have a bed that needs to be broken in properly,” the zebra hummed, putting her on it and climbing up with her. “Good choice not to wear anything else, it’ll make fucking you much easier if I don’t have to worry about the cleanliness of your clothes~”

“We normally don’t wear clothes, wearing clothes would be a kink thing, like the cheerleader outfit.” Smolder snarked.

“And like the collar?” Zerkhan taunted, his flared head already prodding between her thighs.

“That too.” She hummed, shifting back to lightly squeeze his shaft between her thighs.

“I like it on you,” he said, leaning down to hold her in place with his forehooves. “You should wear it a lot more often~”

“Oh? Why’s that?” She asked casually.

He thrust upwards in one motion, catching her lips and sinking half of his shaft in one blow. “Because,” he hissed. “I want everyone to know that the tightest, hottest, cutest draconic pussy on campus is my toy~”

“And you want this little dragon pussy to get filled to the brim.” She groaned out.

“Over and over again,” he agreed, using one hoof to trace the bulge he was making under her scales. “I don’t ever want you not on my cock~”

“Mmmmph- K-Kinky.” Smolder grunted out.

“Mmhmm,” Zerkhan agreed, finally hilting home and holding himself there. “I fully intend to break my new toy in all night long~”

“Please… Threaten me with a good time…” She growled.

“That’s not a threat,” Zerkhan hummed, hunching over to whisper in her ear.

“It’s a promise.”