Hands on the Wheel and Eyes on the Road
B_25 & Knarfdarf
The wind blew between his fingers, solid yet flexible, cool without coldness. It was one of the few delights Big Mac immersed himself with. He wasn't one for luxury. Showers did nothing more than clean him—and he knew nothing of warm, long ones.
Everything was a matter of utility and efficiency.
He took his moments and breaks, the delights that arrived on their own during his path of doing. Due to being the primary owner of Sweet Apple Acres, it was his responsibility to report to Canterlot to finish signing paperwork.
Paperwork that, although dreadful, would award more land to the farm.
And taking the family's beat-up truck on an open, empty highway was one of those aforementioned delights. No signs or changes or that the world was coming to an end. Not a billboard telling him of all that he was missing out on—unless he bought so-and-so product.
None of that.
Just the winds blasting through his open windows, cooling the hot interior.
Just his hand feeling his speed through the pressure in the air.
And just the bottomless hitchhiker ahead, with a hand lifting her shirt, revealing two enormous fun bags that wobbled with the wind. The dragon's face was affixed in youthful bliss. Delicious blue scales softened into pinkness that erected into bubble-gum tits.
Then her eyes settled on his.
Big Mac would have stopped for multiple reasons. One was because he was a good guy, and it was in his nature to help those who needed it. He would have offered a ride to a point or the required funds to get the lady where she needed to go.
But now, such goodness was wasted, for he had to add a second reason for why he began to slow.
The distant dragon noticed his reduction in speed and smiled. She lowered her sign and tucked the little cloth of her shirt over her mounds. The fabric stretched and thinned, hugging the curves of each. Their undersides peeked freely as she sauntered over to his slowing ride.
And crossed her arms on his passenger window once the car had stopped.
Now that Big Mac was done looking at her breasts, his attention went to her face. Recognition flared. Throwing the stick into park, he looked at the lady properly, pulling his sunglasses further down his nose. "Don't I know you from somewhere? One of my sister's friends?"
The dragoness cocked her head. "You'll have to narrow that."
Mac rolled his eyes. "The name Twilight Sparkle ring a bell?"
Ember chuckled. "Her name answers many things, doesn't it?" Her head shook. "But lemme guess. Your sister is one of the six that hangs out with her?"
"The orange one."
"Is that how you refer to her?"
Mac smirked in return. "Only to strangers. Her name's Applejack, and mine's Big Macintosh."
"Well then," Ember shifted on her feet while the sunlight warmed her scales. They flexed, adjusting to her movements, another point of admiration. That, and the beginning sweat. "Such politeness deserves a return. My name is Ember, a dragon you no doubt know."
His eyes scanned up and down her form. "Ya sure?"
Ember matched him. "Did you want to feel me to make sure of that fact?"
Big Mac threw up a hand. "Manners say I have to treat you well before I can think of enjoying you like that." He leaned over the passenger seat and pulled on the door's handle, opening it for Ember. She stepped back with hands on her waist. "Best you get in the car before someone else sees you like this."
Ember lingered on the side of the highway with raised eyebrows. "What's wrong with anybody seeing me?"
Big Mac winced. "The lack of clothing, mostly." He then nodded. "Don't get me wrong. A lot of folks would be pleased and pleasured to see you as you are. But the problem is that you're indecent. You'll attract the wrong kind of folk and a worse sort of attention."
Ember looked down at her chest, grouping them with both of her claws, straining to push them up, a heaping weight, condensing, then spilling over. "But from all that I've read of your kind, when in trouble, use these to get yourself out of it. Your kind likes chests, don't they?"
"Very much so, ma'am."
"What's wrong with using mine for a ride?"
"Because someone might pick you up and take you somewhere where you don't wanna go."
"Ah."
"And, in these parts, you're supposed to wear something covering your bottom."
"You are?"
Ember looked over her chest and between her legs. With claws already on her hips, she felt around their smoothness, exploring herself, stroking to the dangerous spot close to her crotch. Tingles of pleasure crept across her spine. "I thought those articles were... hmm, optional. I could barely bring myself to wear this lousy 'shirt' as they call it. Too much trouble to put on and take off so much every day."
Mac couldn't help but be interested. "Things are different where you're from?"
"In the Badlands? Yeah! Everyone's naked." With the same talon that had been stroking dangerously close to her lips, Ember then scratched at her head. "Makes it easy for when you want to pleasure yourself or someone else. Or when two dragons simply want to join together. Y'know, we're not as pesky as your sort is about this. Feeling good is a good thing. We focus on feeling good as much as possible."
Mac listened with vacation plans in mind.
"No need for dates or a hotel or a special place to go for when you really feel like being filled. All you have to do is start stroking yourself, like what I'm doing right now, to create a smell and better put yourself in the mood."
His eyes glanced down. The dragon's talons stroked across her lips, tracing their length and shape, inching inside their pocket. Steam fumed out, and stickiness dribbled. She was touching herself here, out in the open and in the middle of the highway.
She had no shame about it. No regressions about the pink colouring her cheeks and the gaining sweat that was covering her form. No withholding the little moans that worked through her mouth or how her hips seemed to gyrate to him. His member hardened in his pants.
The desire to lunge out of his car and push her to the ground burned intensely all for but a moment.
Then he broke free from the possible regret. "So you're heading to Canterlot, then?"
"Mmhmm..." Ember plucked the slick fingers from her crotch, a bridge connecting them. She chuckled and shook her claw clean of the mess. "Yes. Meetings and things that required me to actually be there. Whatever gets me out of home for the day."
Mac shifted in his seat to get a better look at her wings. "I take it you used those to get here?"
"You bet," Ember responded by looking at them as well. "I can fly for days on these things—it's how I got this far. But I didn't really feel like finishing the journey that way. Twilight is always telling' me that exploring a land is best done with someone who lives on it. So I figured, y'know, two eggs and all that."
Big Mac nodded at the advice before patting the seat next to him. "Then how about you crawl in? I just to happen to be headin' to Canterlot as well. So it won't be any trouble for me at all."
Ember smiled and sauntered into the truck, hovering her sizable derriere over the seat before dropping all that cushioning into the seat's cushion. Mac watched the effect with a bit of jealousy to the chair. Ember failed to notice as she pulled her door close.
It wasn't long before the two were streaking down the highway with dust clouds following behind the racing wheels. The winds tore through the car's windows, but neither seemed to mind—enjoying both the speed and the other's silent company.
Neither had spoken much to them either as they chose to enjoy the ride for what it was. To idly watch the passing, dried landscapes around them. The shacks and buildings, the odd town they would blast through, the gas stations that seemed to be in that place between still-open and abandoned for decades.
But, try as he might, Mac couldn't keep his eyes off the chest parked next to him. Stupidly big to the point that his mind drooled at their very existence. Various fantasies phased into his mental view. Groping the dried mountains to thrusting his cock between their might. Suck at those tits and fit as much of each boob into his mouth as possible.
"Did you want to touch them?"
Simple. Direct. And without the hint of being a trap.
Mac blinked as he glanced at her. "Come again?"
"My chest." Ember nodded down at them. "I've noticed you've been glancing at them. They're pretty big for someone my size. I know of some dragons that lose it then and there at seeing them."
Mac chuckled. "Hard to blame 'em."
"So you wanna touch them then?"
Big Mac blinked confusingly as he breathed broken words. A shake of the head redirected him to the proper train of thought. "How can you be sayin' somethin' like that? You're just a stranger to me—I just met you!"
"And I already told you," Ember leaned over enough to poke his nose, "we dragons focus on what feels good over everything else. The reason why you stopped is because you saw me shaking them about. Don't you want to give them a feel? See what kind of sensation they give to your hand?"
This was getting harder and harder to reject. Ember even shifted on her seat, facing him and swinging her humongous tits. Big Mac stared at them longer than he should, swallowing, feeling the tensing of every muscle.
Oh, to hell with it.
Big Mac reached over and slipped his hand beneath her shirt, feeling the smooth, soft scales of her breast—composed of a material different to the rest of her body. He could squeeze the scales, the softness they contained, with relative ease.
Of course, someone without his grip might have struggled more.
"Mmhm." Ember closed her eyes, indulging in a moan, enjoying the heat flushing through her body. "Not many are... able to grab me like that. Go on. Give me more. Let me see what else that you've got."
His father had preached about total focus on the road. Doing right bypassing signs to ensure that you, your car, your passengers, and those you shared the road with would all be okay. However, it wasn't every day that a big-titty dragon girl hopped into your vehicle with a desire to have every inch of her felt.
So his hand followed her shape, tracing across the round curve of the breast, slinking into the delicious space between the pair, his fingers trailing over her sister. His hand felt to their front, at the engorged nipple stimulated into growth. The smooth scales, sometimes pressed down, tickling a delightful shock through his nerves.
The might of his hand went for the kill. Pressing as much into the boob as possible as it squished beneath the strength of his palm. The soft tit stabbed into his skin as the overwhelming density behind spilled out the sides. Then his fingers clenched, kneading the softness, working the mountaintop.
"Oh-AH! Yes! Mmhm! M-More." Sweat rolled around the sides of Ember's closed eyes as she wiggled in the seat, thumping on the cushion. Her claw trailed down her body, feeling her sides and her hips, stroking across the plane of her belly. “Squeeze me more. Let me feel like a toy. Work me. Use me.”
Big Mac lost most focus on the road as his hand went to work. His hand was quick to slide around it, groping and pinching any stimulation he could think of. He would realize the mountain of tit and let the mass flush forward—before catching it again, squeezing it backward, working the heap.
His cock pressed against his pants, hardening and growing, snaking across his right thigh. His hand groped the breast on its own. Tracing its curve, suddenly grabbing and pulling, feeling how the shape moved. Squeezing, then releasing. Tweaking the hardened tits between his fingers, fiddling with his pressure, his force, to the groans and moans of his passenger.
Ember failed to grasp manners, hygiene, or the hesitance to spill liquids inside machinery for she indulged fully in pleasure. Scooting her ass forward, she raised and spread her legs, resting them on the dash, exposing herself. The stink of her musk flooded freely into the car.
Her claw stroked her sex, teasing it, riling it, all for the moment she parted her lips and plunged a trio of talons inside. She masturbated then and there, increasing the smell and the dripping of liquids. The back and forth rocking added extra motion to her barely contained tits. One of her claws raised to raise the shirt fully. With her tits exposed, she worked thoroughly on herself.
And Big Mac couldn't care more about the empty road.
With a hand grabbing her furthest breast, he slapped and grabbed at it, pushing into the softness and squeezing at its center, addicted to morphing its shape. With eyes still set forward, he plunged his mouth onto her tit, sucking it greedily, feeling it throb within his mouth.
He sucked and suckled, nipped and tucked, and did whatever he could to please the rising, pleasured pain inside his crotch. It'd been enough for the rocking girl. She exploded in his passenger seat. Drawing a claw over her face and thrusting into the one invading her privates, she came, white splashing out and around her talons, a low growl, a pleasured scream, coming from the dragon.
And after a few seconds of panting and breathing, slipping her feet from the dash and slinking into her seat, the girl chuckled and moaned, placed into a pleasured state that would bubble euphoria inside her mind for quite a time.
Ember looked at him as the man finally pulled his hand. The need to feel her touch seemed to have faded for the moment, but, every time he glanced over, he fought not to have a hand on her chest for the whole trip. Her gaze fell into his pants. The long, thick, hardened shape that pressed denim to its limits.
Ember looked at him with a knowing look, and Mac returned it with subtle confusion, knowing something of her plan—but not believing in its actuality. She rose, coming to settle on her knees. Leaning over and snuggling beneath his arms, she offered zero time for Mac to air doubts.
Parking her ass against the window's glass, anyone passing by would be delighted to see the treat. Ember's claw fell on Mac's clothed thigh. Feeling across it, admiring its girth, the implied strength, the bulky muscles. Her digits sometimes touched and traced across the top of his hidden cock.
Teasing it with what was to come.
Letting it know that she was there, that she was coming, and that it had something to look toward. Finished with her fun, she went for his zipper, looking up and between the overhead, red arms, and at the confused driver looking down at her. His blond hair covered an eye, and the one exposed struggled between her and the road.
Returning to her work, she focused next on his belt, pulling it from its pin, watching the pressure loosen from his hips. Next came the golden button of his jeans, which passed through the slit. Opening the front of his pants revealed the black boxers strained to contain the monster within.
Ember looked up at him again while she slid the back of her claw against his stomach. Sliding up and down, each one inching closer to the waistband. Without warning, her claw slipped and snuck through. She found the monster within seconds. The bulk of red, round and hard, that swallowed the space.
With a struggle and a groan, she pulled the beast from the underwear, the lurch of meat wobbling into the air. Trapped musk escaped at once in a powerful slap of arousal. Ember felt the wetness between her legs again. This wasn't about her anymore.
Leaning over his tip, she allowed a trail of spittle to leave her lips, coaxing his cock. Then her claw wrapped around the rod, burned by the skin. Stroking her spit with his pre, she lubed his mass with ease.
Each pump evoked a throb from the cock. And, placing her lips against the tip, she kissed it, sinking more of it into her mouth, suckling on what she could. Inch after inch went in as she lowered on him, her long tongue feeling around his girth, its length crawling down her narrow maw, seeping down the back of her throat.
Mac struggled to see the road as his vision blurred with joy. It was hard to drive when his cock was out and then devoured fully. The dragon bobbed on him, up and down, working with primal hunger. His dick felt swallowed, consumed and pleasured, wrapped and pleased every inch. It wasn't long before he felt ready to go.
With a hand still free, he slapped it down on the back of Ember's head, and she did not protest the action, keeping with her speed as he gripped the back of her head. Then he pulled and pushed her in place, thrusting into her and humping her face, forcing her to take the beating of his crotch.
She didn't seem to mind. Not even when he pushed her down, holding her there, as he thrust upward, forcing most of his length down her throat. Within seconds, he came, his cock rocking inside her throat, thrashing like a wild, bleeding beast, his head spurting rope after rope of white into the dragon's stomach.
After a few moments, his firm grip released the girl, who rose and swallowed and sank back into her seat, the two of them, breathing heavily, relieved somewhat of their heat. Both of them looked at each other, chuckling
Until Ember took his hand and placed it over her crotch.
Letting him know that the work was never entirely done.
