The Adventures of Nora the Human Prostitute

Garble turned his head as well, his hands having already shot up to grip the back of his neck as he finished in Ember. Coming down from the high of his orgasm, he regarded Nora casually, his expression betraying no alarm at being caught in such a compromising position. But then, what would one expect, fucking on the floor of the house of someone you just met?

"Thank you for your... huh... hospitality," continued Ember, also oblivious to the inherent oddity of the scenario, still panting as she recovered her stamina. "I really needed that."

Nora was a very confused variety of horny, which was new.

"What are you two doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Garble, though he did not seem sarcastic; instead his tone oozed genuine bemusement.

"Well... yeah," she conceded. "But, why now? Why here? I thought you wanted to nap?"

"I did," said Garble.

"And then I felt the need to mate swell within me," added Ember. "So I woke him up."

"Right," said Nora quietly, "That clears that up."

She stared at the pair for a few seconds, thinking of what to say next. It felt there were limited paths to choose to further the conversation, here, and none of them were making themselves known to each other. As Garble pulled out of Ember, sliding his body back, something quickly caught Nora's eye, however. Or rather, two somethings did.

"T... Two?" she said lamely, pointing at the red dragon. Sure enough, he was double packing down there - two red, smooth reptilian cocks, stained by his own cum, swung into view. They were big - maybe not quite as long as a pony's, but it was a close thing, and having two of the bastards more than made up for that in her books.

"Oh, right, that's not normal for you, is it?" asked Ember, chuckling. She seemed over the throes of passion, mostly, able to compose herself.

Never had Nora found Ember more relatable: right now, she could feel the need to mate swelling within her, too. It was a grand feeling, but not nearly as grand, she speculated, as feeling one of those two delicious looking cocks swelling within her. She may just have drooled a bit from her semi-open mouth.

"Do you... often mate in people's homes?"

The question seemed to confuse them.

"Is that wrong?"

"NO!" she said, a little too eagerly, before catching herself. "Well, ponies probably wouldn't like it, but I don't mind..."

Nora's brain did its best, shoving together pieces of a puzzle she didn't know she was tasked with completing. They didn't have homes, they're lizards who seem pretty oblivious to normal social cues... is it a stretch to assume they had a super casual outlook on sex? Including one that holds no prejudice over where the activity takes place?

Nora's eyes hadn't left Garble's double-barrelled shotgun, the movements of her pupils glued to the tips of his dicks, chasing after them with glee. They were so intriguing, different to anything she had tried before. And one characteristic spoke to her most of all: they were still hard.

"Do you need... help, Garble?" she asked hopefully.

He seemed to take a moment to comprehend the meaning behind her comment, before scrunching his face up in disgust. "Ugh, with you? No way! Dragons don't lower themselves to mate with lesser creatures."

"Garble!" chided Ember at once. "What did I tell you about phrases like 'lesser creatures'?"

When he drew a blank, she went on. "We don't use them!"

A shrug was her only response. She shifted on the spot, propping herself up from her semi-prone state into a sit, her strong, defined, yet feminine legs crossing. "No wonder you're struggling with your attempts at friendship."

Nora, like a bloodhound, sensed a weakness - an opening, an opportunity. She leapt on it, without even realizing she was doing it. "She's right, Garble. This sort of thinking is really bad for your friendship lessons. Let me relieve a little tension, it's the friendly thing to do. You'll feel better for it."

He stuck out a thin, slithering tongue, which Nora assumed to be in protest, but seeing the thing only excited her further.

"Nuh uh," he said, crossing his arms.

"Garble," said Ember, adopting a serious if not stern expression. "We came here for a reason, and she's the expert."

He held up his hands in an almost defensive stance, taken aback. "B-But, with a non-dragon? If word gets out about this..."

"It won't," Nora interrupted. "Discretion is very important to me. Trust me."

Ember dragged herself up from the floor, taking a step forward, while Nora also advanced on the nervous dragon. For all his ego before, he was like a deer in headlights now. Nora licked her lips.

"Hold on..."

His objections were increasingly futile, the twin assault furthering as the distance between the three closed rapidly.

"This'll seal the deal on everything you've learned so far, Garble," Nora pleaded, now single minded in her approach.

"Look at it this way," said Ember. "You're here on my say so, and we're staying here until I'm convinced you've learned something. The sooner you get this out of the way, the sooner we can go home..."

He gulped, eyes darting left and right.

"You'll love it, I promise!"

Nora was trying in vain to suppress the desparation in her voice. She wouldn't let this one slip through her fingers if she could help it.

"Oh, fine! Fine," he exclaimed in defeat, crossing his arms and blowing out a small cloud of smoke into the room as he snorted, causing the human to cough as she waved it away with her hand.

She resisted doing a celebratory dance on the spot. Clearly the two-donged dragon had some hang-ups about this, so she'd be best placed playing it cool. Cool, cool, totally cool. Not thinking about taking those sleek looking shafts at all...

Marching up to Garble, the last remaining distance between the two - along with any chance of him weaseling out of this - was now eradicated. She placed a hand on his scaly chest. It felt hard and cool to the touch, but was not unpleasant. She looked him over, properly admiring his features.

The two dragons had been eye candy for her all day, honestly, if for no other reason than because of how cool they were, but truth be told, Nora had been glancing in a different way, too. Their forms were just rippling with muscle, strength barely contained in their scales that made Garble's limbs bulge and stretch in all the right ways. It was the same thing with Ember, albeit less pronounced, but combined with Garble's more brutish facial structure - the protruding fangs, the tattered wings, the lumpy snout - and he just had a masculine presence that none of the cute, cuddly stallions she'd bedded could offer.

That's not to say that Nora suddenly found stallions inferior - not by any measure. They may look cute as can be, but they could make her forget her own name with two pumps and a nibble of her ear. No, stallions were great. But Garble... he just looked the part of a dominant partner. Someone a bit more untamed to sink her teeth into. Not literally, if the robustness of his natural body armor were anything to judge by.

His hesitance was only egging her on; she wanted to tease out his wilder side. She knew it existed - she had caught a glimpse of him going at it with Ember, after all. To bring him to that point again, she wasn't sure if she'd have to excite or frustrate him, but she was willing to try anything.

"What's she doing?" asked the male dragon, dragging Nora's mind back to the mortal plane. She realized she'd been frozen, hand still on his chest, feeling it rise and fall while she'd been drinking in his form, judging him like some prized pig at a county fair.

"Us humans like to get a good look at our partner before we bed them," she stated, still lusting over his body as her gaze fell down once again to his groin.

"'Bed' them?" said Ember, a slight head tilt betraying her confusion.

"Human term for 'mate with'," continued Nora, not missing a beat. She supposed that dragons wouldn't use that one if they didn't sleep on beds - beds that weren't made of gold, anyway. She could quite see herself in the role of sex education, as long as a practical demonstration was always invovled.

Deciding to waste no more time, she plunged her right hand down to crotch level, clutching Garble's corresponding shaft at the mid way point, wrapping her fingers around it as far as she was able before making slow, gentle strokes up and down its length.

Garble's breath instantly shifted, his breathing becoming more slow and controlled under the attention of her soft hand. She wondered if playing with one would make him cum from both. Oh, the experiments she could run, if only she had all the time in the world with these two cocks. Deciding, utlimately, that now wasn't the time, she brought her other hand into the fray, removing it at last from the red dragon's chest and stroking his other cock at a pace out of sync with the first.

Her hands were already sticky, picking up traces of leftover semen from his romp with Ember, along with fresh pre that now started to flow from his tips.

Garble's face was a sight to behold. He looked pleasured, obviously - any creature on this planet that wouldn't go gaga from these hands wasn't quite thinking straight, Nora assumed - but he also seemed... uncertain. Confused, almost, as though he were in unfamiliar territory. And that expression soon turned into one of slight agitation.

Just why is he looking at me like that?

"Guh," he grunted, his right eye twitching, before he straightened up his posture and spoke up clearly. "You're just... touching them! I thought we were going to mate, but you're just being weird!"

She withdrew her fingers, giving each shaft one last loving touch before seamlessly throwing her hands to her hips, eyebrow cocked in bewilderment. "I'm just getting you warmed up, honey."

She cringed a little at the nickname, it having slipped out from the part of her brain that was used to dealing with clients. She had gone into business mode for a second, and it was clear Garble was about to object to the overly sweet moniker before she continued, denying him the chance. "I figured it'd make things a little easier, and I've certainly never had complaints before!"

Ember took the opportunity to interject. "This is most unusual, I must agree. Dragons don't do anything like this."

"They... don't?"

Two blank faces answered her question without words.

"Well, why not?"

"What's it got to do with mating?" asked Ember.

"Well, it makes your partner feel good, and it helps get the juices flowing," she held up her left hand, playing with her fingers, as a strand of cum linked her thumb and index finger. "If you see what I mean. It's no different than using your mouth."

"Mouth?" repeated Ember. "Why would you do that?"

Oh, you poor, naïve, sexy dragons. I am going to rock both of your worlds today.

"Okay," said Nora, clapping her hands in a display of decisive action, before remembering what they'd just been doing, and regretting the gooey sensation that had ensued. "Ew. Uh, demonstration time. For... friendship purposes," she said, paying lip service to the theme of this little demonstration and little else. She felt somewhat confident that even the two dragons had figured out this had little to do with making friends by now, but if they had, clearly their sense of intruige was strong enough to keep them from bailing.

She took a knee in front of Garble, seeing red as his sibling schlongs met her eye to eye. "Ember," she called, waving a hand, "Get over here."

The dragoness looked around the room, as if waiting for someone else to interject, despite the absence of any other souls, before cautiously making her way over to the pair. At Nora's behest, she crouched down to meet her at her level, both now in a comfortable lips-to-cock radius of today's lucky dragon.

"Do as I do," said the human woman, a smug look overcoming her, before she grabbed Garble's left cock at the base and deepthroated it, taking most of the length in one go.

Nora couldn't see Ember's shocked face, but she imagined it anyway, the thought of her calm, detached demeanor breaking instantly at the sight of Nora's lewdness turning her on.

She didn't need to imagine Garble's shocked face, as his throbbing cock did most of the talking for him. It twitched and trembled under her experienced tongue, clearly not used to the sensation. This would have explained the odd faces he was making when she was jerking him off, too - he had looked like the act was making him horny. Like, way too horny, and he seemed perplexed, and maybe even a little ticked off about that fact, whilst also trying to hold it in.

Nora quickly retreated a little, having made a show of taking him deep at first to take the both of them off guard, but she could not last in that position. Withdrawing down his length a bit, she shifted her eyes to the right, trying to see if she could catch sight of the blue dragoness in her periphery.

The regal looking reptile's pupils were pinpricks, her jaw slightly agape. As Nora's head bobbed back and forth, coating Garble's delicious snake in spit, Ember just stared in disbelief, her aghast expression confirming her earlier words: she had never seen anything like this before. Perhaps no dragon had. What a shame indeed.

After some more teasing, Nora's lips escaped Garble's tip with a pop, a trail of saliva still connecting them. "Well?" she asked, not quite sure what it was she was looking for in response. When silence greeted her, she gestured, beckoning Ember over with one hand. "Get in here, girl!"

The turquoise dragon complied, scooting over on her knees.

"It seems a submissive position to be in," she observed.

"Submission can be a lot of fun, if you give it a try," Nora noted, resisting the urge to add a flourishing wink.

"Dragons don't... usually..."

Ember stared down Garble's length. Nora guessed it must have seemed rather more intimidating from this position. Bigger, too. Amazing indeed how a new angle can change up your view. She was about to give Ember a new lease on life.

"Suck it."

Garble, for his part, was looking down in anticipation, his eyes doing their best not to pop out of their sockets. As mixed as his feelings had seemed on Nora, the idea of Ember lavishing his nethers in affection certainly turned him on. Again, though, he looked as though he were trying to fight it, or hide it.

His hesitation wouldn't be given pause for breath, however, as Ember moved forward, jaws apart, a long, slick tongue making its way to his unattended dick. As they made contact, a pronounced shiver ran up his body, to the extent that Nora feared his legs may give out, but his feet remained planted firm, and eventually his wobbling ceased.

Ember graced his shaft with her mouth, her movements stiff and stilted, reflecting her beginner's status. As much as Nora wanted to re-enter the fray and pounce right on his remaining cock, this was a teaching moment.

"Good girl," she said instinctively. "I mean, uh, good job. But relax. Less mechanical. It's not an exercise, there's no routine required here. Let your body lead you."

The happy human patted her on the back of her head reassuringly, as she seemed to let go of some held tension. Ember slipped into a slightly more natrual looking motion, though her nervousness and inexperience still shone through. That was to be expected; Rome wasn't built in a day.

Garble's head tilted back in a clear attempt to conceal his pleasure, and Nora smiled deeply. For the first time since she'd been stuck with these two, she felt fully in control of a situation. It made sense, she supposed - this was her area of expertise above all else. The notion briefly washed over her that she hoped being in Equestria wasn't enough to make one eligible for a destiny-granted butt tattoo, or she'd half expect her ass to glow any second now, and for a logo of twin dragon dicks to linger in the light's wake. She exhaled through her nose, slightly amused at the silly thought.

Still, she was gald to be broadening some horizons with her guests. She still knew little of dragons, and wasn't clear how representative these two were, but all things considered, they seemed much more animalistic than ponies. Was that wrong to think, when they were capable of speech? Nora considered whether she should chide herself. Perhaps 'more animalistic' was wrong, and 'less civilized' was more fitting, though that still felt a tad harsh. Everything seemed to come down to strength and power. If they had a culture, she felt little of it had shone through on their visit so far. Not that that was a thing to be mocked, of course, it just explained some of their attitudes toward sex. It made her all the more grateful to be expanding their worldview... in her own way.

"That's it," she congratulated, picking up where she left off, "Take him as deep as you can go. Don't hurt yourself, mind."

The note of caution seemed redundant, with Ember's long, elegant snout looking more than up to task, but still, she felt it was imporant to make sure she was thinking about herself, too.

"Now," the lusty human continued, "Let's see how this feels when we're firing on all cylinders."

She stifled a grin at the half-intentional pun, before throating Garble's unattended shaft. She was rewarded at once with a convulsion in his body, leg muscles tightening yet further as his claws balled up, gripping something invisible. The cherry on the cake was a puff of gray-brown smoke bellowing from his nostrils, a signal of how overwhelmed the hot-headed stud was by the two-pronged attack.

Nora took him as the dominant type by his gruff attitude, not to mention what she'd seen of his impressive display with Ember earlier, but right at this moment, she felt he could be putty in her hands. There was something to be said for the idea of taking such a raw hunk of masculinity and taming him, shaping him. Making him her little pet. Hehee... okay, okay. Too much, she told herself.

Besides, she couldn't take all the credit. Ember seemed to be having quite the effect on him herself. She and Nora huddled together closely, constrained in their movement by the relative proximity of Garble's double pride and glory. Their movements were not in time; as one delved further down his left length, the other retreated up his right, and vice-versa. Whilst the duo wouldn't be earning any points for synchronization any time soon, the pleasant side-effect was one merciless assault on Garble, who was nary given a moment's reprieve.

At times their faces touched as they passed one another, tough scale scraping soft human cheek. Nora had never given head like this, with another girl right there next to her. She hadn't expected it, least of all for them to be blowing the same guy! Ah, the wonders of Equestria...

Lost in blissful thoughts, Nora's attention was grabbed by a slight change up in movement, specifically from Garble. He seemed to be spasming slightly at the base. She knew what that meant. Time for one last little lesson.

Pulling back, she freed herself from his meat, taking a couple of deep breaths to adjust, before speaking to Ember.

"He's close. This'll feel kind of... odd, at first, but try to keep it in your mouth."

The dragoness paused, side-eyeing her, before nodding once, ever so slightly, her head movement restricted.

"Oh, and when he blows his load, try and swallow it if you can."

Nora gave her a light tap on the ass with her right hand, a sign of approval, before parting lips over Garble's head once again. Call this a little test, she thought, curious to see if the dragon would be able to tank the load.

The pulsing hadn't stopped, and in fact, Nora's re-introduction seemed to be the thing that sent him over the edge. Almost as soon as her lips found his shaft's half-way point, the red dragon seized up, bracing for what was about to happen.

Nora steadied herself too, very much in unknown territory. Ponies came like a fire hose, she knew that; she'd be lucky to swallow even a small portion of their cumshot before choking up. Dragons certainly seemed like they should have, well, a lot of cum. Granted, there wasn't a lick of science behind that assumption. He was bigger than a pony, too, but then, two dicks... would she and Ember be 'splitting the bill', as it were?

Ah, to hell with it.

Nora retreated to his tip, not wanting to take her chances when her ability to breath was on the line. Ember, she was sure, would be fine - the girl was made of much sturdier stuff.

Here comes...

A powerful blast fired off, aggravating Nora's lungs. This was not, as expected, Garble's cum, but in fact the smoke that was eminating from his snout, pouring into the room with great intensity as he found himself unable to hold back any longer. His draconic semen soon followed, predictably painting Nora's throat. If there was just one thing she missed about her romps back home, it was her ability to keep it all in at the end of a blowjob. She did herself proud, though, taking rope after rope of his seed, before eventually settling on what she had, pulling back as his last spurt fired off onto her once pristine rug.

She quickly turned to focus on Ember, who was handling things like a real champ, though her eyes lit up with apparent surprise and alarm. Despite her uneasiness, she kept Garble's cock in place the whole time, though Nora wondered idly if perhaps this was just a consequence of the Ember's own body stiffening to the point of utter rigidity.

Nora sat there, a few strands leaking down her mouth, before she realized something very important, very suddenly.

Hot... hot... hothothothot!

As Garble's sperm swirled in her mouth, she noticed the sheer intensity of its temperature. She darted her tongue around, shifting the portion of her mouth in which it pooled, before pushing it frontward and letting it seep out. As it dribbled over her chin, drops speckling her neck and upper chest, she still found it slightly too unpleasant to let sit, rubbing it onto her hands before wiping it on the carpet next to her, before exahling with a definitive 'whew'.

Hardly ladylike, but hey, she wasn't prepared for that.

She had visited Rarity just this morning; the thought of her disgusted face upon seeing that display made Nora shudder. She could pictue it now: "How uncouth! A proper mare always swallows! Do it again - properly this time, darling."

On second thought, she considered, let's not picture our friends right after taking a fat load.

Pushing the disturbing imagery aside, she regained composure from the unexpectedly warm dragon seed. It had been like taking a big spoonful of piping hot soup - not enough to do any damage beyond a mild scolding, but certainly not something to look forward to. She'd have to remember that for next time.

Heh, next time.

Clearly she was already planning ahead. How devious.

Ember seemed entriely unfazed, and in fact had not a trace of Garble's spunk anywhere on her exterior. She licked her scaly lips absentmindedly.

"Good job, gal," Nora congratulated, giving a mock punch to her arm. You even showed me up, there. Not bad.

Garble, meanwhile, finally collapsed onto his posterior, legs no longer able to keep him upright. As he sat, knees upright, his penises finally started retreating into his scaled folds.

"Th-thank you..." Garble uttered at barely a whisper.

Ember's head snapped to him in a second, the words breaking her out of her stupor. "What was that?!"

Garble brought a claw to his face, hiding it shyly. 'Cute' almost didn't fit him, and yet here it was, clinging to him like glue.

"That," Nora concluded, "Was the sound of progress."

She felt very assured in herself at this. Oh yes, she'd done what she'd been tasked with doing, and she did it her way.

"Told you this would bring us closer!"

After a moment she stood up and made for the kitchen, brining back some paper towels to clean herself - and more imporarntly, her poor floor - up.

"Nice moves, Ember. You were a natrual. So do tell... how was it?"

"It was... different," she surmised, pausing as though considering her words carefully. She looked like she had a concept she wanted to convey but simply lacked the lexicon for it. "In the Dragon Lands, rutting is a display of passion, but also of power. It is the natural order of one body dominating another. This was... unusual. More... equal, I suppose? I guess I'd expect nothing less from a pony custom."

"Ahah, I wouldn't exactly call it a pony custom," Nora corrected quickly, eager not to get her and her new friend in trouble. "But it is done here. And it is passionate."

"It was... like nothing I've known. Simply fascinating! He didn't once touch my... and yet I feel..."

She scrunched up her face and blushed.

Girl's got it bad.

She turned to Garble, who was still cooling off. "As if I need to ask you how it was, big boy," she teased.

"It was... okay," he said.

How adamant, even in the wake of such undeniable pleasure. The guy was as stubborn as a mule - if that isn't a prejudiced saying here, of course, Nora thought. She briefly pondered about setting him up with Applejack. Now that would be a hell of a power couple.

"I still think it's weird, though!"

"Maybe we could go a bit... further?" Nora suggested. After all, all the attention had been on Garble thus far - she wanted a slice of that for herself. "To better demonstrate my point, a-about friendship, of course..."

"But... that... with a lesser," he shook his head, "With a human!"

Points for remembering for species and avoiding another use of 'lesser creatures', she supposed. This time, Ember had her back right away.

"Hang on now, Garble," she added, "If there's one thing I've learned on my visits here, it's that ponies love sharing... apparently it's a big part of friendship. And they also love solving problems for one another. So if Nora helped you with your problem, it's only fair if you help her with hers."

"I do feel the need to mate swelling within me," she added cheekily, aping Ember's use of the phrase from earlier. It seemed to go unnoticed. "And you look a little pent up from our, uh, lessons, yourself, Ember..."

The dragon was up and pacing the floor by now, turning this way and that frantically.

"I'm just thinking about the implications behind all this... what it means... such a fascinating discovery! To think, you can mate entirely with your mouth!"

Kind of a gross way to put it, but she had the spirit.

"And with your claws... and who knows what else? Maybe sex shouldn't just be about dominance and making eggs... maybe it's about showing how much you care about someone. And about feeling good together."

Nora could have almost shed a tear. "That's the idea," she agreed, not having much to add.

"I need to record this somewhere, and to let the other dragons know. I'm heading home."

For perhaps the first time that day, Garble and Nora were on entirely the same page, as a unified "WHAT?!" bounced off the walls.

"This is important! And it's such a big step in getting closer to our neighbours. I need to make sure it's known about, and that it's done right. Garble, stay here for now, you've still got a job to do. Don't think you're shirking your friendship lessons for this," she threatened.

"Uh, are you... sure that's a good idea?" Nora said, perhaps a slight air of pleading in her voice. "Are you sure you're ready?! The whole business seemed pretty foreign to you just now," she reminded. Nora didn't want this getting out of hand.

The blue dragon closed her eyes sagely, acknowlidging the woman with some formality. "It's a start..." she said. "And I've already picked up so much. I'm sure we can return for more cultural exchanges, of course."

The dragon had circled on her feet and was already heading for the door.

"C'mon, Ember, don't leave me hanging! Haven't we wasted enough time in this puny pony paradise?"

She regarded him fiercly, clearly in no time for disagreements. "Garble," she said, commanding a low, dominating tone. Suddenly the air in the room seemed vacant, like a creeping sense of dread was seeping in. "Your dragon lord commands you to let the human do with you as she pleases."

He gulped.

Wait... dragon lord?

That title rang a bell. Nora had assumed a patriarch, but... Ember? She certainly had an air of aloofness befitting nobility, but Nora kind of assumed that was just a dragon trait. Perhaps not.

"Thank you for everything, Nora," she concluded, before heading out her door in a half-run and taking to the skies. Nora wasn't sure if it was her imagination or the pre-evening dew, but she could have sworn a slight trail of clear droplets followed her.

What the hell just happened?

Garble laid on Nora's couch, arms crossed and a grumpy look on his face. One would think the preceeding 15 minutes or so never happened; they were firmly back at the starting line.

Nora wondered if it was Ember leaving that had set him off, or whether he was ashamed at having been brought to the brink by a 'lesser creature'. Either way, he was being a bit of a brat.

"Here," she said, handing him a cup of water, which he took.

Nora plopped herself down on an armchair opposite the sulky dragon.

"You don't actually have to do anything with me, you know," she said. He did soften a little at the concession. She certainly wasn't about to make him have sex with her! As curious as she may be...

I can't believe I taught a dragon lord how to give head, she thought, head in her hands. That was a strange mix of mortifying and mind-blowing. She wasn't even fully aware of the implications, which troubled her.

As she sank deeper into speculation and frantic thoughts, the time slipped away, nothing left anchoring her to temporal reality. That was, until a tether reached out and shackled her back to the present. A voice.

"Poetry," it came, to her surpise. She looked up, as though unsure who could be speaking to her, despite knowing there was only one other occupant in the house. There laid Garble, looking up at her ceiling with too much interest. "I like poetry."

Uh...

Nora's brain was pulling overtime, trying first to snap her back to where she was and who she was talking to, and second to what in the everloving name of fuck he was talking about.

"...Excuse me?" she said quietly. Politely. She didn't know how else to react.

"Earlier, you said sharing interests is a good way to make friends. Well, that's my interest," he said.

So he really was listening, huh?

"The other dragons... they wouldn't understand," he went on, bluntly. "They... hate anything different. Anything that's weak. And 'weak' is anything that's not necessary for survival. So fancy words, they're out."

He was going somewhere with this, and Nora was content to let him speak. She wouldn't have known what to say if she wanted to interrupt, regardless.

"I thought... I mean, I didn't understand at first. But just now, I think it clicked, what you were trying to teach me. With your weird touching, and using your mouth - that's not what mating is! But it was... good."

His eyes were laser focused now, staring at the plain what paint above them.

"And I think maybe that's what friendship is. It's strange, it's alien, but it's... not so bad. When you try it."

She was awestruck. "Garble... I..."

A total wave of dumbness overcame her, rendering her speechless. Something this heartfelt was exactly the last thing she had prepared for.

"I, uh-"

"And you better not tell any dragon about this!" he said, springing into life and into his old self again suddenly, much to Nora's relief. He was pointing an accusing claw her way, a serious look on his face. "If this gets out, my rep is ruined. So you better just make like a pony and stay away from the Dragon Lands."

"No arguments here, chief."

He seemed satisfied at this, relaxing in his seat.

After this, a bout of silence hit the house. Nora wasn't sure if it was an awkward silence or not; things felt more comfortable than before, but somehow so much still felt unsaid. At the very least, it distracted her from panicking at Ember's closing revelation.

Eventually, when she couldn't bear the quiet any more, she piped up. "Poetry, huh?" she said rhetorically. "Wouldn't have guessed. Maybe you could... share something you've written?"

"Don't even have my drums," he muttered, more to himself than anyone, as he turned his face away. Nora thought that was that, there being no hint at any further avenue of conversation in his words, until he propped himself up slightly, changing the topic. "Y'know," he began, "Dragons are real serious about pacts. And about honor, and stuff," he said, almost as though he was embarrassed by it. "You know something I don't want any dragon to know. How do I know you'll keep your word about hushing up? That's not how it is in the Dragon Lands."

"Garble," she replied, annoyed, "I told you, I-"

He cut her off. "Nuh uh," he said. "You have dirt on me now, and the only way I'll leave here happy is if you make a pact with me that you don't tell anyone! And in exchange, you get something you want..."

He stood up suddenly, and to Nora's immeditate amazement, was packing a double hard-on. How long had those been there?! She didn't have the best vantage of his crotch from where she sat, not that she was liable to stare, anyway. If he was already hard... did that mean... was this his way of trying her out, without admitting that he wanted it, too? Was he saving face?

Nora clicked her tongue absentmindedly. "Oh, well, in that case..." she said, already grabbing the hem of her shirt to start undressing. She wasn't about to decline the offer, especially since she didn't know when she'd get a chance like this again.

Three times in one afternoon? Dragons clearly had stamina in spades. Although, he'd seemed worked up over new techniques. If dragons didn't use hands or tongues, they just rutted, she had to imagine he was still reeling from her demonstration with Ember earlier. Imagine going your whole life just fucking and then experiencing a double blowjob. Dude had to be horny with some lust to spare.

She prepared herself, and they moved into position. Her knees shook slightly in excitement. Garble looked slighlty nervous, too, though there was something different about him now - an air of cool confidence. Before, he had been hiding behind a facade of brashness: this, she felt, was his true self.

As she got down on all fours, she stuck her naked hiney in the air. "Give it to me," she said.

To her surprise, she was left waiting. Eventually, she peered behind her, craning her neck to see. "Um, everything okay back there?"

Garble was sporting a confused expression, transfixed by her booty. She didn't understand it.

"Uh... two?" he said, lamely.

"Huh?"

"Two... holes," he finished without fanfare. "Dragons have one. Which do I..."

She was about to give him words of advice, when he moved in, apparently making his choice without further input. Normally she'd admire confidence between the sheets, but this was the kind of thing she'd prefer a partner have a handle on.

"W-Woah!" she yelped as his sleek shafts slithered against her ass. He was holding his dual rods together, forming one thick, girthy shaft. His tips poked at her hole, before sliding in.

"Ah! Other hole, usually. And I thought you'd, ah... use one," she said between breaths, unprepared for the anal pentration.

"Sorry!" he said quickly, throwing his hands up. "I can take them out, if you want."

"Don't you dare!" she yelled. "Just... fuck me."

He didn't need telling twice. Garble began rocking back and forth, slowly, easing her into it. Nora was incredibly tight around his penises, though their shape and smoothness did make things gentler. Unlike a stallion, she had no flared head to contend with, and the probing nature of his dragon cocks seemed designed to get into any crevice they so desired.

"Ah, oh yeah, like that!"

She leaned into him, arching her back with the skill and flexiblity of a gymnast. Nora wasn't built for gym - too tall, boobs too big. But she sure practiced her mobility a lot in the bedroom. Or living room, in this case. Her curtains weren't closed, she realized, but no lights were on, so she felt safe from prying eyes.

"Mmmm, do me, dragon boy~"

Garble picked up the pace now, adjusting to their shared rhythm. He really nailed his timing, pumping her at just the right moment before pulling back slowly, making her agonize over when he'd ram her ass again, leaving her wanting. It drove her wild.

The two entities became one being, with shared movements, a shared mind. They both worked together for a singular goal. As Garble probed the depths of her behind with each lunge, she wondered just how she'd gone this long without a dragon lay. It was exquisite. Folks back home would pay handsomely to get this treatment. She wondered what it would be like with one in her ass and one in her pussy. But would that be one cock in each, or one dragon in each? She handn't exactly been sold on the Dragon Lands prior to this, but perhaps a visit there was in order after all...

As she panted, melting under Garble's effortless care, she felt a sensation in her lower back. He was tracing a claw down her spine. It made her shiver in the best way possible. His hand lingered on her ass, gripping it slightly, pinching, squeezing - testing it?

Before she could ponder what for, the answer hit her, literally. A painless but firm slap on her right cheek made her very alert indeed to his interest. What was he up to? This certainly didn't seem like a dragon thing, if what she'd seen and heard was anything to go by. But then-

WHAP!

Another blow, this time on her left, shut up her internal dialogue.

"Right shape, good acoustics, wonderful elasticity. They'll do," she heard behind her.

Another slap to hert cheek came, then another, then more and more in quick succession. They were less powerful than the first, certainly not painful, but the pace was picking up remarkably. And then she heard... talking. No, not talking. Poetry.

"Dragon riding, dragon dancing,
Dragons frolic, dragons pouncing,"

Nora's ass reverberated with percussive blows. Each dry slap punctuated a word in Garble's astonishingly out of place sonnet. He was playing her ass like a pair of bongos.

"Dragons living, learning, loving,
Dragons fucking, rutting, cumming,"

As he slid in and out of her, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through her body, he rapidly spanked her, generating a drum roll. It served an adequate second place as backing noise to his rhyme; it could not beat her screams and moans.

"Came to the land of friendship,
Picked up some hot tips,
Watched a boat sink,
Didn't eat a cake cos it was pink, yeeeah!"

Nora would have sighed had she the breath to spare. Oh, she thought. What cheesy bullshit. She didn't care. She wanted him to keep it up. In a weird way, he probably felt closer to her through the poetry than through the fucking, despite his initial mental barriers about xenophilic relations.

"Dragon learning, understanding,
Dragon sharing, dragon giving,
Dragon freely, proudly living! Yeah!"

He was rocking her harder and faster, each thrust bringing them both closer. Nora reached between her thighs and began rubbing her pussy in raw ecstacy, eyes rolling upward.

Human mating, human humping, human purring, creaming, thumping, yeah!

As he spanked her rapidly at mach speed, making music from her rear end, the ceaseless vibrations rattled her innards, massaging her tunnels that were already buffetted by Garble's conjoined cocks. Nora pawed at her needy pussy like a thing possessed, until finally, definitively, she climaxed. Garble finished seconds later, burying himself rather deep as he did so.

"Ahh~" she slurred, unable to think straight. Fluids gushed out of her, and then gushed into her, sending her brain spiralling. Then, at an inopportune moment, she was reminded of a critical detail.

Tapping her ass quickly, she cried. "Take it out!"

"But-"

"TAKE IT OUT!"

Garble complied, shooting the rest of his load onto her back. Nora ascended with remarkable speed, usually expending no such energy in the immediate aftermath of love-making. Hell, they had hardly even finished, really.

"Ahh, oh, hot hot hot!"

She danced on her toes, aching, unsure, before squatting and trying to let gravity do the work.

"Ah, owie, oh," she gasped, pain overtaking her. How could she forget such a crucial detail? Clealry she wasn't thinking.

As Garble's white ooze slowly slipped out of her, she scraped off what had hit her back, beckoning Garble to fetch the paper towels that were still on site.

"Are you okay?" came a male voice, concenred.

"That was awesome," she said, tears forming in her eyes.

She'd be okay. It just wasn't a pleasant experience.

Garble, unsure what to do to make her more comfortable, looked around.

"I'm fine, really," she said through gritted teeth. This would make for quite the story. Not that she'd have anyone to tell. "You shared your - ow! - poetry... with me..." she said, gasping slightly, breath steadying.

He scratched his neck, looking at the floor. "Well, you asked," he said. "What are friends for?"

When all was said and done, Nora sat on the couch next to Garble. She was still naked from the waist down, and her rear was submerged in an open tub of ice cream. She wouldn't be able to look Pinkie in the eye next time she ordered this stuff.

"Thanks," she and Garble said in unison.

Both were taken aback.

"You're thanking me?" asked Garble. "You helped me today."

"Well, you wanted to be helped. Eventually," she said. "And, besides, I know this wasn't easy for you."

He shrugged, slipping into that carefree attitude she had come to expect.

"Just trading a favor to keep you quiet, is all," he said, smiling. "And if any dragon - or dragon lord, for that matter - asks, that's all this was."

"Cool."

She drank in the silence once more, before returning. "Well, you fulfilled your friendship obligations. If Ember asks, you've got my glowing review."

"'Bout time," he said.

Okay, yep, he was fully back into his cocksure persona.

Nora looked at the clock on her wall. She'd closed the curtains before grabbing her makeshift frozen medical aid, so the daylight, or lack thereof, was no clue as to the time.

"It's late. You can stay the night, if you want. Fly out tomorrow. I'm sure you're eager to get back."

He perked up, surprised. This seemed to remind him of Ember suddenly.

"Nah, I'd best get back now," he said.

"But it's late!"

"I'm a dragon, things in the night fear me, not the other way round," he said, shutting her down. Without another word, he made for the door.

"Well, nice seeing you," she said. He turned back, giving a curt nod, before opening it and taking flight. In no time at all, he had vanished into the all-encompassing night. Leaving her door wide open.

Dragons and their manners...

She got up cautiously, leaving her tub of vanilla behind, pulling her shirt down to cover her parts and make herself half-decent to lock up. After doing so, she returned to her seat, forgoing the ice cream, her pain now gone.

He had certainly been quick to take off. She wondered if he still had a disdain for small talk, or for lingering in pony territory. Or maybe he wanted to chase after Ember. She wondered if he had a crush on her. She hoped not - she still wanted to set him up with AJ. Eventually. If he had a few more rounds of mind-blowing sex in him, Nora was content to keep him her little secret for just a while longer.

Today sure had been a ride. It had been tough, for sure. For a while she was concerned she was only making things worse for her cold-blooded companions on their quest for friendship. Even now she wondered if she may have overstepped her boundaries a little - Ember seemed to be taking it all in her stride, maybe with too much enthusiasm. Then again, she'd found them fucking on her floor and they hardly raised an eyebrow, so maybe there wasn't much there to corrupt. If dragons viewed sex so casually, then what she'd shown the pair was more like... teaching them a new secret handshake... right?

She sighed, unable and no longer willing to try and justify herself. She'd have to live with it if there were any terrible, sexy consequences for them and their society.

She felt she'd done Twilight proud, though. As much as she'd stamped her own Nora-shaped sex-themed trademark on affairs, she had mixed in some real friendship lessons, there. Ones even Garble took to heart. That made her feel good about herself. And they say a student is only as good as her teacher.

Content with doing nothing in particular, Nora relaxed, languishing in the closing hours of her day.