Author's Note

Kinks: Big Zeeb on Smol Dergan, Kinky Dragons, Stomach Bulge, Wearable Dragon

Interspecies relations

Zerkhan was one of the Friendship School’s first zebra students. The elders had almost been insulted by the fact that the new princess hadn’t thought to extend an invitation to their tribes for one of their young to come and learn from their allies. But the zebra colt had eventually been selected. He had a talent for potions and zebra shamanism, like some of his tribe, and there wasn’t much more he could learn from the tribe as it was. He would need to learn the rest from the land and the spirits, and there was nothing saying he couldn’t spend a few years in Equestria on his spirit journey.

He got along well with all his classmates, even if he did have a bit of an accent and sometimes slipped into Zebrican when he couldn’t think of the proper word. They understood, and didn’t hold it against him. And thankfully he seemed to be in a different class than the biggest troublemakers of the institute. He didn’t think he could handle that amount of chaos in his daily life.

As it was, he was a model student. He especially loved learning in Miss Fluttershy’s classes. She often would go into lessons that diverged into things that happened in nature, and sometimes even things in the forest, which intrigued the zebra colt every time they were brought up. He hoped one day he could go to said forest and commune with it directly.

As it was, it was just about lunchtime, and the striped colt was headed to his locker to swap out his books for the latter half of the day’s classes before going to get something to eat. He’d just about gotten the combination in when he was...interrupted.

“‘Scuse me, can I get underneath you?” Spoke a raspy feminine voice from somewhere by his hooves. “I got the lower locker.”

“Oh?” Zerkhan blinked and looked down, to catch sight of who had asked.

It- she was a dragon. A small dragon. A small orange dragon with a mohawk-like set of purple scales going from the top of her head down to the tip of her tail. Her underbelly was a lighter-tanish-orange, though his eyes lingered on the… mounds... on her chest. He never knew why dragons, mostly female dragons, had breast-like features on their chests but they did. He made to move his eyes away, only to look further down to her shapely waist. He blinked and quickly snapped up to meet her eyes. Her teal eyes were half-lidded and a scaly brow was raised.

“Get a good look?” She deadpanned.

“Apologies,” Zerkhan stepped to one side, so she could access her locker. “I have not seen a female dragon as...what is the word,” he muttered, trying to think of the Equestrian for it.

“Tiny?” She offered. “Smol? Compressed? Underdeveloped?”

“Cute,” he offered. “With the potential to become beautiful when you grow into your beauty. Most dragons are more...” He gestured with his hooves to indicate a spikier, more fearsome dragon. “But you are built to be beautiful when you grow.”

She blinked. “Sure. I’ll be stuck at this size for a few decades at least, so I’d give it a few millennia. Won’t get my wings, if I can get wings, for at least another twenty years.” She finished as flat as the rest of her responses have been. “Got any other jokes?”

“Well,” Zerkhan hummed. “I could brew up a strong temporary aging potion? I am very gifted in the art, but the doses are not meant for dragons. It might take a few before you could see what you will look like that far in the future.”

She opened her locker and swapped out a few books. “Nah. Potions and I don’t mix, trust me, mom and dad tried. Thanks anyway.” She glanced up at him. “Seems you’ve been sampling your own supply, you’re built like a house.”

“Ah, no, this is the result of being in an energy rich land,” Zerkhan chuckled, having swapped out his own books and now running a hoof through his mohawk-like mane. “I am attuned to the spirits, to the...magic of the land. And being here has had an effect on my growth. It is why I offered the potion, I could probably make a powerful one and I wanted to gauge how powerful my talents have become.”

“Well feel free to try it on anyone else.” She rolled her eyes and shut her locker. “I’m used to this size and I don’t want to have to deal with boosted greed-growth again.”

“Ah,” the zebra colt nodded. “A wise answer. So intelligent and cute as well. Any male will be lucky to have you when you pick them, for I get the impression you are older than I might assume.”

“Twenty. So, adult among ponies, still young in dragon terms. Not a baby any more, though that doesn’t stop other dragons from saying it.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well, miss, what is your name?” the zebra offered. “Mine is Zerkhan, and it has been nice meeting you.”

“I’m Smolder.” She nodded at him. “Same. What’s your next class?”

“Ah, I was going to lunch, and after that-” the colt checked his schedule. “I have Miss Fluttershy’s class.”

“Right, lunch.” She blinked, seemingly thinking. “And so do I actually, the class that is. Wanna get some lunch together, don’t really have anyone else to spend lunch with.”

“That sounds...acceptable,” the zebra said, making sure he pronounced the word correctly. “I usually have to bring a shaker of spices from Zebrica to my salads for a little taste of home.”

“Oh, you like spicy food?” She asked, reopening her locker and shoving the books back inside.

“Just a few things from home, herbs and the like I cannot find here,” the colt answered. “Sometimes one gets nostalgic for the things and tastes they were raised in.” He pulled out a small glass vial of what he was talking about and shook it around for emphasis.

“It’s hard to get decent food around here. Unless it tastes like fire, or has gems in it, then it’ll be bland.” She shrugged. “Might have to steal some from ya.”

“I have a few, and I can grow some more,” he agreed readily. “So, lunch it is.” He closed his own locker and waited for Smolder to make a move before trotting next to her towards the cafeteria.

“Hey, since you treat me decent,” She paused, glancing around. “Can I, uh, pay you back?”

“...Do the others not treat you well?” he frowned, thinking it over. “That sounds like something to bring up to-”

“Yo, can I just be blunt?” She deadpanned.

“Um. I apologise?” he offered. Sometimes he misinterpreted what others were trying to say. He was still taking in the culture.

“I am a horny little dragon, and that never gets a second glance because I am smol.” She stated, leaning against the lockers. “No, Smolder doesn’t have any needs, she’s clearly a child. You seem like a decent person, feel free to turn me down, but I wanna find a closet and suck your dick.”

“Ah.” Zerkhan thought about it for a moment. “Well, I have only one reservation about it, but if you want to do it, I’ll accompany you,” he said. “I’ve not had a female before,” he admitted.

“What’s the issue?” She asked. “Get that out of the way, unless it’s you’ve never done anything with a female, then it’s fine.”

“That is exactly it,” he confirmed with a nod. “I have no idea how this is supposed to go. Any of it.”

She snorted. “Wanna play doctor?”

Zerkhan shrugged a little. “If you can find your alleged closet, I’ll sit down and let you play with me first,” he offered.

She pushed off the locker and gestured for him to follow. After turning a few corners, she found a small janitor’s closet just across from some restrooms. “Ta da.” She announced blandly as the pair sat in the closet (and Smolder locked the door behind them.)

Zerkhan shrugged his saddlebags off onto the floor and sat on his haunches facing the door and the dragoness. He moved his forehooves out of the way and displayed what swung between his hind legs for her. Naturally he wasn’t erect yet, they’d only been talking about it for a few minutes, But she could see a bit of plumpness where his length would emerge from.

She crawled forward and plopped herself in front of his sack. “Well damn, you look hung.” A claw lightly ran over his balls. One might fit in the palm of her hand at a time before filling the whole thing up.

“Ah...part of being here for as long as I have been,” the zebra chuckled. “Growth spurt fueled by magic.”

“Ya wanna see mine?” She asked, standing up, now actually at his height (though it was only when he was sitting on his haunches.)

“Maybe in a minute,” he deferred. “Let’s get something started and then I’ll return whatever favor you bestow on me.”

“Suits me.” She shrugged and groped both his balls in her claws. “Shit.” She said while fondling them. “They’re kinda heavy.”

“I haven’t really had time to...myself since I came to this land,” Zerkhan explained as his cock started to grow out of his sheath. If the balls could take a hand each to grope, then this pillar of flesh would probably take both hands to make a good seal around it.

“Wait, really?” She looked up at his face. “Not once? Dude.” She frowned.

“The princess means well, I am sure,” the zebra offered. “But she has made a special case out of mine, wanting to make sure I am happy since she almost excluded zebras. So she or one of her friends checks on me...daily. And that usually kills the mood.”

“Wanna fix that?” She raised a brow. “Oh, and what do you think about playing hooky?”

“I don’t know that term,” the zebra admitted as his cock finally put the medial ring out of the sheath. Forget taking that thing for most mares, they’d split in half.

“Skip class to properly release all this tension.” She said while sliding her claws up his growing shaft.

“...Well,” he admitted as his cock throbbed under her touch. “Miss Fluttershy is very understanding about such things. I’m sure we could skip her class without getting in too much trouble. And you’re making a very good argument as to why I might want to.”

A claw slid up and lightly fondled and squeezed his flared tip. “Well we’re only doing natural animal things. Well, -ish.” She giggled and shrugged, before leaning in and kissing the tip.

That got her colt to let out a hiss as he held himself still, but there was still a little, instinctive buck of his hips into her maw.

She smiled. “Oh, ya like that big boy?” She asked before lolling out her… surprisingly long tongue and ran it around the flare, slowly coating his tip and upper shaft in her spit.

“Mmmmmm…” the zebra hummed. “I, I think I know how to pay my respects for what you’re doing,” he eventually said. “I just don’t know how to do it and not have this stop.”

Her hand started to stroke the newly lubricated upper shaft with a claw. “Oh? Tell me.”

“Well I could, lick you,” he offered, glancing down to her legs, where he was sure a slit waited. “But I don’t know how we would do both at the same time.”

She pulled away a sec. “Mmmm, back against the wall please.”

Zerkhan was quick to comply, scooting against an uncovered wall and leaving himself still exposed for her.

She stood up and walked over to him. “Mmmm. Idea.” She paused then took his shaft in her claws and slowly rocked her hips and ground her hot crotch against his shaft. “I was gonna do a handstand, mmmm, but this is nice. Unless you want me to hold onto your face.” She giggled a little breathlessly.

“I’m just not sure that will all fit inside y-” Zerkhan started to say, even going as far as raising a hoof in concern.

“I’m stretchy.” She countered, grinding on his shaft like it was some exotic stripper pole. “Also I don’t want to jump to that yet, this is too much fun.”

“It is...enjoyable,” he admitted. “And maybe your earlier idea has merit?” he offered. “I could, hold your legs up here and lick you, and you could dangle down towards my length.”

She paused, hummed, then crawled over his length and up his stomach, before trying to perch on his face and twist around to dangle off him.

The zebra, for his part, did catch on quickly, and used his hooves to hold her legs in place while she dangled. Once her breath touched on his length, he began licking between her legs, where he could already smell a sweet scent of arousal.

She grunted into her bitten lip then reached out and grabbed his length in her claws, only to bring his tip to her lips. She kissed it then started to lick around the flare.

Zerkhan had found her lips and licked all around them, gathering the taste of her arousal on his tongue. It tasted sweet and also smokey, like fire. Then he began pushing his tongue beyond her lips, to lap at the source of the nectar.

“Mmmlem.” She paused. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

The zebra held her slightly away from his face before replying. “I have not,” he confirmed. “I’m just doing to you what you’re doing to me.”

“Oh, well then-” Her mouth dove onto his length and she started to suckle and swirl her tongue around his head.

Zerkhan actually dropped her hips in slight shock at the sudden good feeling, and then realized she’d...taken a lot more after being dropped. A good half of his shaft had suddenly been sheathed in her mouth and throat. She was actually being held up by his cock.

“Mmmph!” She quickly patted the back of her head, trying to bob her head. He felt droplets of her lust drip from her lips onto his stomach. He grabbed ahold of her legs and slowly eased her back up so that he wasn’t as deep in her, so that she could spit his cock out if she wanted. Mostly he went slow so he didn’t nick himself on her teeth.

Her head slowly tugged off his shaft. “Fuuuck.” She breathed. “That was hot…”

“I’m sorry?” Zerkhan offered. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to let go-”

“Zerkhan, want to face fuck me?” She asked, glancing at him.

“...I assume dropping you again would be involved,” he theorized.

“Or you could just slowly push me down your shaft.” She offered. “Wanna see how much I can take, for funzies?”

“...As long as you wouldn’t be hurt,” the zebra stipulated.

“Dragons are durable, and stretchy.” She said with a nod. “Unless you want to try my other holes.”

“...Maybe in a minute,” the zebra stipulated. “Okay. Ready to try it again?” he asked, before licking her lips once with his tongue.

“Mmmmhmmm.” She said with a nod before opening her maw and taking him into her mouth.

Zerkhan started lowering the dragoness down on his length, waiting for her to signal that it was too much. She’d say so, surely, when she hit her limit. He reached the back of her mouth...was into her throat now…

Her legs squeezed the sides of his head while her claws stroked his shaft as she took more and more of it. Zerkhan made his tongue invade the tunnel beyond her lips as he kept lowering the dragoness. That was his medial ring coming up, surely she’d tell him to stop now. Her claws squeezed and started tugging herself down his shaft. Her hips slowly bucked into his mouth.

...It couldn’t be that easy, right? The zebra let go once again to see how far she could take the cock into her without anything stopping her, only using a hoof to hold her hips close to his mouth so he could keep licking her.

She reached a claw back and patted her backside, as if to say, ‘push me.’

...Hesitantly, the zebra did so, gently pushing down with one hoof.

She moaned and he felt her continuously swallow. There was a bulge growing in her stomach. He reached his other hoof forward and rubbed along it, shuddering as he felt himself rubbing along his length through a scaly sock.

Then both hooves found her rear and pushed Smolder down, hard.

Her snoot bumped his balls. Her legs quivered. Suddenly there was a small squirt of liquid from her pussy. Zerkhan leaned in and down and assaulted her lips with his tongue, using his new sheath for his cock for his and her pleasure. Her legs clamped onto his face and her lips ground into his tongue.

The two sat there in a 69 position as the zebra kept licking while not moving the small dragoness up or off at all, just trying to get her off and bring her as much pleasure as having her on him brought him.

She patted his balls, as if asking to get off. The zebra was slow to react, but eventually leaned back and brought the dragoness up and off with him. The moment she was off she kissed him fiercely.

“Mmmph!” he said into the kiss, not resisting at all but confused about what she was trying to convey.

She broke the kiss, panting a little. “You’re amazing.” She got off him and bent over, lifting her tail and spreading her pussy. “Pick a hole.” She groaned as her lust dripped onto the floor. “Fill this tiny dragon.”

Zerkhan slowly got to his hooves and walked over to the dragoness, before sitting next to her again and using his hooves to pick her up again. He lined up her dripping pussy with his still hard cock and lowered her once again. “I don’t think I could have gone low enough when you were standing up,” he joked.

“This. This is better.” She nodded, spreading her legs in the air. “Just hold me and treat me like a pocket pussy or something.”

His length impacted her spread lips and started to force its way into her, the flared head spreading her and rearranging her insides.

“Ooooh fuuuuck….” She groaned out, her legs twitching. “Gimme all of it.”

Once a good quarter of his length was inside the dragoness, he stopped holding her up. She still stayed in place because of his cock, but now he reached a hoof up onto her head and started pushing down instead.

“Mmmph!” She squeaked, clenching her claws before grabbing and holding her feet to hold her legs open. “H-how do I f-feel?”

“Like the warmest, wettest, tightest thing I have ever felt,” he admitted, letting his cock throb a little inside the dragoness. “I almost want to just push you down and leave you there, go about the rest of the day with you attached to me.”

“Th-that’d be hot!” She gasped. “B-but n-not today. M-might need to wait for that.” She half-babbled. “I-I’m so f-full! It’s s-so h-hot!”

The medial ring bumped up against her lips, and with a bit of force she went past it. “I’m afraid you might not be sane once you reach the bottom,” the zebra confessed. “What with how you’re talking.”

“What, want me to just be a babbling cocksock?” She snorted, a little of her snarkiness back. “Or do you want me to shut up so you can properly fuck me?”

“I mean, if you are offering,” the zebra teased as she eased down another segment of his shaft. “The other students might ask questions but I’ll tell them to mind their own business for you.”

“So y-you’re saying you wanna do this again?” She said, glancing back at him. “Wanna p-pound me in better places than a fucking closet?” She snickered.

Thump

And that was her hitting home on his length, having sequestered it all inside of her.

“I was more thinking of just slinging you under my body so you’re never far from my length,” the zebra answered. “Or under my desk at school.”

“Y-you’re a little domineering freak.” She gasped, rubbing her clit (now visible thanks to her stretched pussy) with a claw. “I love it. But wouldn’t it be hotter to nail me in class on top of the desk, where you can show off?”

“I could just sit back in my chair with you on me as I use you like a toy,” he offered. “Or walk around with you right now, I doubt you’d say no~”

“But you haven’t cum yet.” She countered. “Don’t you want to see my stomach swell up first?”

“Truuuue,” Zerkhan admitted. One hoof went to her hips and-

Okay, she should not have tempted fate. Now he was using her like a living cocksock as he lifted her up and down his length.

“Ah!” She yelped. “J-just like that!”

Zerkhan only picked up the speed, treating her now like a living cumdump as he used both hooves to slam her up and down. She never had the medial ring pop out of her, but he still rearranged her internal organs with every thrust. He felt her ripple and clamp around him, not that it did anything in stopping his use of her.

“C-cumming!” Smolder squealed, squirting onto the floor of the closet.

The zebra just didn’t stop, still using her through her orgasm. But once it was done he did twitch a few times inside of her before holding her down on his length. A warmth travelled up to his flared head, and suddenly she was filled in a whole new way.

She shuddered as her stomach started to swell until it hit its limit and hot zebra seed started to drool out of her pussy lips. He held her down for a solid minute, the pool only growing, before he panted and let go of the dragoness.

“...You still with us?” he asked the small dragon.

“Uh-huh.” She nodded slowly.

“Capable of coherent thought?” He prodded her stomach a little, hearing it slosh.

“Little bit.” She nodded again.

“Objections to us walking out attached like this?” he questioned with a smirk.

“Do whatever.” She mumbled.

“In that case,” Zerkhan stood up, making Smolder sway under his belly. “I’m attending all my classes with you attached like this before taking you back to my dorm and fucking you all night.”

“You really know how to treat a lady.” Smolder giggled with a stupid smile on her face.

“You’ll be lucky to be off of me from now on~” Zerkhan teased. “You’re a portable fuckbuddy.”

“The best kind.”