Cock of the Walk

His classmates filed out of the room around him, the final bell for the day ringing and filling the air, and yet Gallus remained in his seat and stared down at his test. He hadn’t failed, thank heaven, but he definitely hadn’t done all that well. Stuffing the sheet into his notebook, he leaned over to retrieve his bag.

He’d have to work extra hard if he wanted to finish out the class with an A - heck, he’d honestly be pretty lucky if he ended up with a B. Gathering his things and slipping from his seat, he grumbled under his breath. As much as he would have liked to curse a certain pink, feathery, passionate somepony for his plight, he knew he only had himself to blame.

His first fling with Silverstream had resulted in a second, then a third and a fourth, until he’d lost track over the last week. Sex was absolutely incredible, almost addictively so, although experiencing the fleshly sin had come at a cost. His mind often drifted into amorous waters, whether he wanted it to or not, and his studies had suffered because of it.

“Sup,” a familiar voice grunted, prompting him to turn.

Noticing Smolder leaned back in her chair with her clawed feet on her desk, he peaked a brow. Given that it was the last class of the day, and on a Friday no less, he was nonplussed to see his scaled companion willingly taking her time to depart. Slowing and slinging his pack over his shoulder, he studied her.

She unseated herself and turned to face him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he grunted, shifting and making for the exit. “How’d you do on your test?”

“Better than some,” she smugly hummed, sauntering to his side and proudly displaying her highlighted and underlined A+.

Biting back the urge to scowl, knowing full well that she’d latch onto the sign of weakness, he forced a smile “Good for you…”

“Yeah, not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud of myself for this one,” she haughtily intoned, balling and tossing the paper into the trash. “Honestly, I might just do something fun to treat myself for the high score - ya know, since Trixie did say I got the highest score in the class…”

As always, her hubris and cavalier attitude was galling. It wasn’t uncommon for them to go back and forth, having a friendly rivalry of sorts when it came to most things they participated in, so he had no real reason to be upset - still, having his abysmal performance rubbed in his face wounded his pride. Reaching the exit, he slowed when she rushed by him.

“So what are you gonna do to treat yourself?” he asked, keeping his talons crossed that he’d be able to change the subject.

Instead of walking out and into the hallway, she grabbed the door, pulled it shut, and leaned against it. “Funny you should ask…”

He stopped in his tracks and squinted at her, wondering what in the world she was doing. The look she bore was odd, mischievous but different from her ordinarily playful expression, and it gave him a moment for pause. Whatever she was up to, whatever she was scheming, his instincts told him that it wasn’t good.

Depressing the lock with her thumb, she stepped closer to him. “As far as treating myself, it’s not what I’m planning on doing,” she began, flashing her teeth, “but who I’m planning on doing.”

The blood in his veins ran to ice and a sense of dread overtook him, though he held his ground - if only just. “I…I don’t think I follow…”

“So somepony told me that the rumors about a certain griffon’s monster dong were true,” she mused, holding his gaze.

Though adrenaline flooded his system, filling him with the compulsion to rocket to and out of the nearest window, he forced himself not to move. Seriously - bucking seriously?! There was only one reason why Smolder would ever - ever bluntly insinuate anything about his goods, and he knew exactly who was behind it. He cherished Silverstream as a friend, but her gift of gab had finally bitten him squarely on the rump - or so he thought.

He stepped to the side, went to pass Smolder, and reached for the door handle. “Not sure what you’re talking about, but good luck with -”

“Oh I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” she snickered. “A certain hippogriff wouldn’t shut up about how you had her weak in the knees for the better part of a week ~ that ring any bells?”

Closing his eyes, he went motionless and faced her. Like Silverstream, Smolder wasn’t going to let this go easily - unlike Silverstream, Smolder wasn’t above underclawed tactics and borderline bullying to get what she wanted. He snorted in frustration, willing but not eager to nip the problem in the bud before it got out of claw.

“What do you want?” he sighed.

“A ton of stuff:” she smoothly replied, lifting and waving a hand, “a castle, a lifetime supply of gemstones, being able to graduate early. I know I can’t get any of that stuff, but I can get a heaping helping of that bird dick you’ve been slinging.”

“It’s more of a cat dick,” he grunted, hastily correcting her, “and I haven’t been slinging it anywhere.”

“That’s not what Silverstream said,” she breathed, smirking all the broader.

Pushing her to the side, he grabbed and attempted to open the door - attempted in that Smolder slammed it shut the second it cracked open. “Really?”

“Yeah really,” she snorted. “Tell you what - you’ve had a long day, we’ve got the weekend ahead of us, and I’ve been dying to get some action from something other than my claws or Big Red…”

He balked, his thoughts immediately derailed by the unfamiliar name. “Big…Red…?”

“My dildo, genius,” she laughed, reaching out and flicking the tip of his beak. Wheeling around and throwing the door open, she glanced over her shoulder. “Show up at my room at sunset - if you don’t, I might have to go looking for ya…”

And with that ominous threat - more of a promise, knowing her, she departed as if nothing had happened. He stood mute, keenly aware of his fur and quills standing on end, and watched her saunter away in shock. All his fears were made manifest, Silverstream had run her beak to Smolder, but it could have been worse.

There were a number of differences between the situation he found himself in and the one he’d unwittingly stumbled into with Silverstream. For starters, his v-card had been punched almost two weeks ago - secondly and more prudently, he had a somewhat unique dynamic with Smolder. Pithy and tomboyish, the lithe dragoness acted more like a guy than a gal.

As he trotted out and to his locker, he digested everything that had just happened. The more he thought, the less he worried - the less he worried, the more comfortable he became with her proposal. He knew good and gosh darn well that emotions wouldn’t be a factor with plowing Smolder, he had some hard-earned sexual experience under his nonexistent belt, and rutting a dragon would make quite an accomplishment - besides, like she’d said, having something to take his mind off his abysmal test score would do him a bit of good.

“Buck it,” he snorted, opening his locker and stowing his effects.

At worst, he’d get something to bully Smolder over later - at best, he’d get a new fuck-buddy and expand his erotic horizons just a bit. He smiled and shook his head while he made his way through the hallways and in the direction of the dorm wing. Had somepony told him he’d spontaneously be asked to screw a dragon that afternoon, he would have laughed in their face and told them they should speak to Counselor Glimmer, yet it sure looked like that’s what was going to end up happening.

Having some time before his little date was a blessing and a curse. After he returned to his room, he took a shower, helped himself to a small snack, and ultimately tried to distract himself by reading comics - key word being tried. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but think about what he was going to be doing very, very shortly.

He twisted on his bed, peeked out the window, and frowned. Though he’d been expressly told to show up at sunset, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to wait that long. Pushing himself up and hopping to the floor, he paced around his room while inadvertently whipping himself up into a stupor. Getting his dick wet would be all well and good, enough to satisfy any stallion, but there was more to it than that - much more.

The way he saw it, he could use his impending fling to his advantage. Smolder was a little different from most mares - er - reptiles, and their friendship reflected it. He’d compete with her, play pranks on her, and tease her about the smallest thing, yet she took it all in stride and gave as good as she got. If he could bring out her feminine side, making her squeal his name while he rocked her world, he’d have a powerful tool to harass her with for ages.

As he glanced up at his clock and saw it was only just past five, realizing he had another two hours to wait until evening, his patience wore thin. To Tartarus with it - he wasn’t going to just loiter around and work by her schedule. She’d put him in the corner and requested he pay her a visit, so she could deal with him being fashionably early.

Setting his brow, he marched out of his room and made a beeline to the nearest stairwell. If he was expected to lay pipe like a feathered gigolo, he was going to have at least some say with how he conducted himself. He reached Smolder’s within minutes, having trotted up to the mare’s wing, and knocked on her door.

“Smolder,” he called, hearing movement within her chamber. “Smolder, I can hear you -”

Before he could finish, the door swung open and he was dragged inside. The sudden move took him completely off guard and was almost enough to send him falling face-first to the floor, but he was able to catch himself and prevent an inglorious opening to what would be an interesting exchange. He rose to his full height and lifted a finger, fully intent on telling her that she didn’t have to be so rough, and went rigid.

The cool sensation of something around his neck, something that hadn’t been there moments prior, was eclipsed by the sight of a long, leather strap that ran from Smolder’s hand up to him. In stunned silence, he ran a claw up to his throat and had his suspicions confirmed. A collar - she’d slapped a collar on him!

“Somepony’s eager,” she hummed, menacingly reeling the leash around her hand.

At a loss for words, it took him a moment to find his voice. “Really…?”

“Yeah, really,” she chuckled, pulling him closer. “What? You didn’t think I’d just let you waltz in here and go to pound-town ~ did you?”

As a matter of fact, he had thought they were going to fuck and be done with it, although that apparently been what she had in mind. Trying and failing to think of a witty response, something to defuse the situation and give him some sort of an edge, he scrunched his beak when she turned away and hauled on the lead. Maybe he’d been wrong - maybe face-planting would have been a better way to kick things off.

“Come on - there ya go,” she muttered, peeking over her shoulder at him. “There’s a good colt.”

The word, while not the most accurate, was enough to make him suppress a thrilled shiver. He was used to dealing with her having all the subtlety of a brick, but this - this was something altogether different. There was a slight sway in her hips, her tone was positively dripping with lecherous intent, and she’d leashed him like a mongrel, putting him at a distinct disadvantage right from the get-go.

She seated herself on the side of her bed, gave the lead a bit of slack, and reclined on one arm. “Since you’re new to all this, I’m gonna keep this simple. How about you come over here and warm me up…”

If what she’d said didn’t clue him in to her meaning, her actions sure as heck did. Spreading her legs, she brazenly showed off her naughty bits. The irony didn’t escape him - even though she walked around buck naked all of the time, leaving her bare body on display for anypony and everypony in the school, he’d never paid her loins any mind - not until that moment.

He stared in amazement at her groin, drinking in the sight of her nethers as though it was the first time ever seeing them. To say her anatomy was different from a quadruped would be an understatement, but there were a few similarities. The mound of her pussy was hairless and slightly darker in color than her underbelly, a sign of her arousal if he had to guess, and she looked extremely tight.

“If you do a decent job, I might let you take a picture later,” she breathed through a toothy grin.

Closing his eyes for just a moment, he collected himself. All he had to do was eat her out, it was that simple - yeah, he’d never gone down on a reptile before, but it couldn’t be that different from doing it with a hippogriff ~ right? He stepped closer, ready to start things on the right claw, ran his tongue over his beak, and came to a shuddering halt.

Smolder’s eyes narrowed as she peered over at him. “What’s up?”

“My beak guard,” he groaned. “If you give me just a second, I’ll run back to my room and -”

“Who said anything about a beak guard?” she huffed, snorting a small gout of smoke from her nose.

His mouth felt like it was full of sand as she drew him in. “B…but -”

“But nothing,” she growled. “I ain’t no chicken, so get over here and put yourself to use…”

Though it had only been a matter of seconds, her demeanor had shifted wildly. Gone was the devil-may-care dragoness he’d befriended, replaced by a cold, stern reptile who demanded service. While his carefully laid plans to get her off and lord a climax over her had been instantaneously derailed, he’d be lying if he said her pushy attitude wasn’t provocative.

The last thing he wanted to do was risk giving her a nick with his beak, especially when it came somewhere so sensitive, but she’d given him no choice in the matter. Leaving would end poorly, both for his sense of pride and any reputation he may or may not have gained for himself, and Smolder wasn’t one who was easily swayed - bearing that in mind, he anxiously smiled and crossed to her. Like Grandpa Gruff always said, it was time to put up and shut up - or something like that.

As his beak passed her thighs, he drew a breath and faltered. The smell which struck him was unlike any other and a sharp contrast to Silver’s marehood. Rich, exotic, and overwhelmingly strong, so potent that he could almost feel himself growing lightheaded from it, her aroma was as bold as she was.

“Want a better look?” she rumbled.

He lifted his head and peeked up at her face and watched as she ran a hand down her abdomen and to her groin. The moment she used her fingers to prize her lower lips apart, the fragrance he’d detected doubled in strength, but that wasn’t what held his rapt attention. A small stream of what had to be amorous juices dribbled from her entrance, down over her pucker, and to the base of her tail as her depths were exposed.

There’d been a moment when he’d wondered if she was really aroused or if she was just putting on an act, but that notion went straight out the window when he saw how wet she was. In awe, he took another small step forward. There was no she could be faking being this turned on, not unless dragons could somehow will themselves to start leaking like a broken faucet, and his inhibitions took a blow because of it.

All but forgetting about the collar and leash he’d been adorned with, he failed to notice her moving until it was too late. In the blink of an eye, her trap was sprung. She locked her ankles behind his head, flexed her legs, and slammed his face to her crotch. Given no time to resist, save for opening his beak to give a startled squawk, he squirmed against her.

“What’s the matter?” she laughed, bucking her hips and grinding her snatch against him. “I thought you colts liked having dessert before dinner!”

Aside from weathering her derision, he was in a tight spot in more ways than one. She was surprisingly strong for a creature her size, being able to out-lift most of the guys in Dash’s P.E. class, and she showed perilously little self-restraint when it came to overpowering anypony. As he grew drunk on her musk, she patted the top of his head and brought his writhing to an end.

She locked eyes with him and fell still, yet her hold on him didn’t ease in the slightest. “This’d be a lot easier for the both of us if you put that energy into eating my cunt…”

She was right, though he was loath to admit it. The only way he was going to get out was if he could loosen her grip, and the only way to do that was to give her what she wanted. Seating himself on the floor at the side of her bed, he lifted his claws, grabbed her hips, and dug in like it was the last meal of his life.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned as her eyes fluttered. “That’s the stuff.”

While he was happy to hear that she approved of him ravaging her, he knew he had a long, long way to go until either of them was satisfied. Her pussy was like a furnace, vastly hotter than Silver’s goods, and the unfamiliar, almost spicy tang of her nectar was incredible, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. This wasn’t lovemaking, this wasn’t just a fling - he was simply a plaything to get her off, and he absolutely loved it.

He couldn’t explain it - heck, he could barely wrap his head around it, but something about being used really got him going. Was she actually going to let him screw her? Would she be mad if he jacked off while lapping at her cunt? Could he be a masochist? Grappling with all manner of possibilities, he committed himself to the task at claw.

Silver would often let him do as he pleased when he went down on her, simply enjoying herself and happy to have him licking her pussy, but Smolder was a different beast entirely - heavy emphasis on the beast part. As or more energetic than he was, the randy reptile practically fucked herself without a shred of concern for his well-being. Every time he tried to take a breath, she ran her cunt over his nose and cut him off from air.

Constricting her depths around his tongue, she wolfishly peered down at him. “Really get in there…”

He’d assumed he’d be able to best her, utilizing the skills he’d honed with Silver, but he’d woefully underestimated her zeal. Her depraved actions perfectly matched her obscene remarks as she dominated him in every sense of the word. She had him right where she wanted him, bringing him to heel as though he were a puppy.

“Right there,” she snarled, leaning in and grabbing the plumage on his crown. “Beak my clit, slut!”

He would have credited his determination with obliging her, but that wasn’t the case. She’d told him what to do, so he did it - it was as simple as that. Outside of the room, before he’d shown up at her room, they’d been close friends, although that dynamic shifted as soon as the door had been closed and locked behind him. She’d made him her bitch, her toy, and the only way he was going to escape was when she let him escape.

On and on he went, focusing on her clit while rubbing her sides and thighs with his foreclaws. His face was slathered, he absolutely reeked of dragon pussy, and he was so hard that it hurt - actually hurt, yet he didn’t relent. It was only after a small eternity, having lost all track of time, did his efforts bear fruit.

With her thighs trembling and her tone shifting, raising an octave as she groaned, she came. An absolute torrent of nectar washed over his face and down his gullet, with a healthy portion filling his lungs, while her howl of ecstasy reverberated throughout the chamber. He threw himself back as quickly as he could, seizing the moment and freeing himself.

“H…hey,” she rasped, fighting through her bliss, “who s…said you were finished?”

“I - Cough - I didn’t want to drown,” he wheezed, dumbfounded that she wasn’t a gibbering, satiated heap.

Shakily pushing herself up, she slipped from the bed, nearly collapsed, and unsteadily shambled to the corner of her room. “We’re just getting started.”

He cocked his head as she made her way over to a suspended chair. Hanging from a support beam in the ceiling was an oversized bean-bag, one he’d sat upon many times in the past. As she fiddled with the piece of furniture, removing the large, padded sack to reveal the straps cradling it, his confusion mounted.

Looking back at him, she glanced beneath him and went slack-jawed. “Holy heck…”

He followed her gaze and looked back at himself. She’d been so preoccupied with putting him in his place that she hadn’t gotten a good look at his allegedly fabled endowment until just them. With the corners of his beak turning up, he flexed his groin and slapped his dick against his belly.

“Think you can handle it?” he whispered, praying she wouldn’t see through his confident facade.

He’d made her cum, but she wasn’t finished with him yet. The opening act was finished, and neither of them were going to back down until one or both of them were completely spent. Though he was still relatively new to doing anything lewd with anypony other than himself, he wasn’t about to back down - especially not from Smolder.

She cackled and shook her head, ignoring the fact that she was drenched from the waist down, and wagged a finger at him. “That’s pretty funny, Gallus. But seriously, the real question is do you think you can handle me?”

“Is…is that…” he croaked as she adjusted two of the straps dangling beside herself.

“Well it ain’t just good for lounging in,” she giggled. Jumping up and landing on one of the thick bands of leather, she placed her feet in what he’d always thought were handholds and laid back. “Now you got two options: you can either come over here and get yourself a second helping or you can put that fat cock of yours to work.”

To hammer her point home, her invitation was all the more titillating by her presentation. With her legs lifted and spread, held by a pair of the straps bolted to the ceiling, she curled her tail around one thigh and licked her chops. She’d had a sex-swing in her room the whole time, carefully concealing it as an innocent bean-bag chair, and he was speechless that he’d only just figured out what it really was.

Idly fingering herself, she batted an eye at him. “If you do a good enough job plowing my brains out, I might just suck your dick clean after we’re finished…”

The promise of her blowing him after he’d creampied her was the final nail in his coffin. Care and consideration flew out the window, what little discipline he had crumbled to ash, and his bestial wants overtook him in an instant. He was upon her in a heartbeat, gracing her entrance with the tip of his dick, but he was denied her depths.

Placing a foot on his chest, stopping him from going any further, she smirked. “Kiss it first…”

He pecked her clawed toes without hesitation, wrenched back to reality by her order. “N…now can I -”

“Beg for it,” she added.

“Please,” he whimpered, feeling as though he was teetering on the brink of madness.

Withdrawing her leg, she caressed her chest. “Good colt…”

He drove his hips forward slowly, tempered by her cool demeanor. Her body heat was stifling around his cock, almost uncomfortably so, and she was even more snug than he’d thought she would be. Peeking down at his crotch and seeing he’d buried nearly half of his length, he steadied himself and started railing her in earnest.

“B…Buck,” she moaned. “Silver w…wasn’t kidding.”

All it had taken was a few thrusts, less than a claw full, for her composure to waver. Her depths quivered around him, tightening when he withdrew, but it was her voice that gave away her a hint of weakness. He couldn’t say if she’d bitten off more than she could chew, if his technique was actually decent, or if the foreplay had dealt her a blow - regardless of what was behind it, he was given a glimmer of hope.

As he angled his plunges upward to better plow against her g-spot, she mewled and twisted in her restraints. She felt amazing, she looked incredible, and the sound of her unfettered glee was phenomenal, making the trial she’d put him through completely worthwhile. Bending forward and drawing his claws up her sides, he clutched her wrists and pulled her arms up.

She’d shown no signs of being close to her limit, yet she came the moment his beak graced her flat, featureless chest. He’d occasionally speculated on what erogenous zones dragons and dragonesses had, seeing as how they didn’t have any breasts to speak of, and he was pleasantly surprised to discover her lack of tits didn’t rob her of any sensitivity. More fired up than ever, he steadily ratcheted up the intensity of his rutting.

She screamed and twisted in place, gushing juices over him and the floor without a care in the world. There was a very real, almost guaranteed chance that any of her neighbors or fellow students on the floor could hear exactly what she was doing, but that wasn’t enough to deter either of them. Now that the cat was out of the bag, with Silver having spilled the beans to heaven knows how many of his classmates, it didn’t matter who was listening in - that and he was too preoccupied to care.

Succumbing to his urges, he reveled in everything she had to offer. It was funny to think he’d had hang-ups about getting his dick wet, having remained chaste in the hopes of finding a special somepony, even if they weren’t a pony, but he was happy he’d finally taken the plunge and joined his friends with their unchecked hedonism. As his grunts and snorts mingled with her groans of delight, a sinful symphony filled the air.

Silver’s record for consecutive orgasms with him was three - a record that Smolder obliterated outright. Time and again, she climaxed over and over and over again while growing louder and more crass with each release. Her legs may have remained where they were, held by the bands of leather from overhead, but that didn’t stop her from using her mouth and tail.

“Harder! Plow me like the chicks you fantasized about in Griffonstone! Don’t stop until you knock me up with an entire clutch of eggs!”

The dirty talk chipped away at his withering endurance, driving him to the very cusp of release. He could have cum any time, now that he’d lost track of how many times she’d soaked both him and her carpet, although he wanted to push himself. The only way he’d get better in bed was by testing his limits, and the only way he was going to do that was with experience.

In the end, after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, he passed the point of no return. He growled as he came, hilting her and pumping her full of his essence. The ecstasy which consumed him was hard-fought and well-earned, not for the least of which reasons being she came one final time along with him.

Growing still, covered in sweat and gasping for breath, she stroked his back. “Buck…”

He shifted and looked at her face with a silly smile on his beak. “Y…yeah…”

His muscles ached, he was in dire need of a shower, and he’d likely just made his slatternly reputation worse, but felt fantastic. He’d slayed a dragon in an all but literal sense, proving he might actually be a fairly competent lover. Kissing her chest once again, he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah yeah,” she clucked, clenching around his gradually softening length, “don’t let it get to your head, bird brain.”

“Just as long as you don’t start using me like a living sex-toy,” he countered.

Freeing her legs and closing them around the small of his back, she brought a claw under his beak and lifted his chin. “No promises…”

While he panted atop her, moments from giving a rebuttal, an odd noise caught his ear. Looking over to her closet, hearing what sounded like muted whining and movement from within, he grimaced. “Is - uh - is there something in your -”

“Y…you can come out now,” she mumbled.

His heart sank and a pit formed in his stomach as the closet door gradually swung open. He should have known that somepony had been eavesdropping or possibly peeping in on them, considering Smolder had just instructed somepony to come out, yet he was unprepared for what he saw. Waving and nervously smiling at him sat none other than Sandbar.

“Dude?!” he squawked.

Smolder freed one leg and brought her food behind his back, keeping him entombed in her quivering snatch. “He wanted to watch.”

“And you let him?!?” he bleated.

“Yeah,” Sandbar sighed, stepping forward while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “After hearing what Silver was saying, I -”

“She told you too?!?” Gallus yelped. “The next time I see Silver, I swear I’m gonna - wait,” he coughed, cutting himself off. “I thought you were straight?”

Lifting and teetering a forehoof from side to side, Sandbar blushed. “Eeeeeeh…”

“He said he’s gonna return the favor,” Smolder tittered.

Gallus reared back and glared at her. “Return the favor for -”

Grabbing him and pulling him closer, she brought her muzzle to his ear. “For when he gets his turn with you, stud…”

The gravitas of what she said hit him like a ton of bricks. Not only had he unwittingly put on an exhibitionistic show, but he was apparently expected to stick his dick in another friend - a stallion friend. As the final drops of his seed were milked from his shaft, he finally understood that the situation wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it was - it was much, much worse…