“You want to be a, uh… sexpert?” Spike asked.
Smolder finished gathering her notes and set them aside. Since her cram session with Spike, she was now fascinated by the mating habits of other species. Before, she had believed that sex was something you did to reproduce. Dragons weren't known for being vulnerable or for giving pleasure. But, it turns out, it's pretty nice. And now, she found herself in the school library surrounded by a hoard of books. More than she had read (well, skimmed at least) than ever before on the subject. Or any subject for that matter.
“Yeah! You said it yourself that there's nothing on interspecies mating habits. Who better to gather data than the toughest dragon around.” She said,
Spike rubbed the back of his neck. “I don't think when researchers say gather data they mean, have sex with a bunch of different species. Also, can you try to keep it down? It's bad enough we’re talking about this in the library.”
"Aww, don't tell me you're still embarrassed you got to fuMphh-" Spike's claw clamped over Smolder's mouth, cutting her off.
“HAH! "That's SO funny, SMOLDER! I haven't heard THAT one before," Spike shouted. A huge smile spread across his face as he watched a pair of ponies walk by. Once they were gone, Spike turned back to his captive.
“I'm serious! If Twilight found out, I'd be dead! Worse than dead! The first time she gave me the birds and the bugbears talk, I had to take a cumulative test!”
Smolder rolled her eyes as she removed his claw.
“Yeah yeah, I Pinkie Promised, remember? You've got nothing to worry about.” She said,
Spike tapped his fingers, shuffling. ”In hindsight, I'm starting to wonder if that was a great idea.”
“What? You don't think I’ll keep it? I may be a dragon, but I’m a dragon that keeps her word… most of the time.” She shrugged.
“No, I just feel like anything you Pinkie Promise makes her aware of it somehow. And I'd rather her not know who I've been… you know," Spike whispered, looking over his shoulder.
Smolder regarded him with a flat expression as she snapped a book closed, causing him to jump. "Well, while you worry about that, I'm going to find a stallion to conquer. Don't wait up!”
As she left, Spike turned to the table of books she had left behind and groaned. Sometimes he forgot he was ALSO the library assistant.
“Hey, Spike! Whatcha doin!” Pinkie asked.
“AHHH!”
Ponyville was as quaint as ever from Smolder's perspective. The Dragonlands would always be home. But it was nice not to worry about craggle slugs or nitro gnats. Making her way downtown, she began scanning the area for a decent-looking stallion. Truth be told, most ponies looked pretty similar to her, but some were easier on the eyes than others. Then again, this was scientific research, so it shouldn't matter all that much. Of course, that was if she could even find a stallion to begin with. She didn't know what it was, but for some reason, the male-to-female ratio was rather skewed towards the fairer sex. Not that the idea of hooking up with a mare was out of the question, she guessed, for science at least.
“Hey! How's it going?" Smolder asked, putting a bit of that old dragoness charm into her voice. The stallion across the produce stall chuckled and set down the merchandise he had been moving.
"Well, it's going quite well, little dragon. How can I help you this fine morning? I've got a special on radishes if you're interested.” He bellowed.
"Thanks, but I'm looking for something a bit… meatier.” She cooed, placing her elbows on the counter.
“Meaty you say,” The stallion replied with a smirk, “I've got just what you're looking for, little lady.” He turned around, picked up a crate of portobello mushrooms, and dropped it on the counter. Smolder had to step back to avoid a crushed claw.
“I tell you you won't find a heartier mushroom than these babies. I grew them myself. The secret is locally produced fertilizer.” He said with a wink.
Smolder eyed the mushrooms and looked back to the oblivious stallion, chuckling. “Uhh, no. I mean, I’m looking for some STALLION meat, if you catch my drift?”
The stallion's eyes turned dark as he looked from side to side. Leaning in close, he regarded Smolder with a predatory gaze. “You ain't with the guard, are ya?” he muttered under his breath.
Smiling to herself, she leaned against the counter, “Of course not! I'm just a dragon with a TERRIBLE craving for some stallion. Do you think you can help me out?” She threw in a couple of eyelash flutters to seal the deal.
The stallion looked her up and down. Then, he stepped aside, pulled back the tent curtain, and gestured for her to enter.
Satisfied with herself, Smolder followed him into the tent. “So, is this your first time with a…” Smolder's eyes went wide as the stallion lit a candle and shone it upon his "special" produce.
Sandbar swallowed his milkshake, licking a stray dollop of whipped cream from his lips. “I still can't believe you caught The Butcher of Ponyville. He's been on the loose for months! After the guards took him away, I heard the Princesses were considering bringing back the death penalty.”
Smolders sat, face against the table, across from the stallion. Her spicy chocolate volcano sundae sat untouched.
“That isn't the point!” she growled, “He was the start of the problem!” She grabbed her sundae and in a rather respectful action chugged the whole thing in one go. Wiping the whipped cream from her mouth, she belched and tossed the glass aside. “Every other stallion I've talked to said no! How am I supposed to become an expert on interspecies sex if I can't find a stallion to fuck me?’
Sandbar chuckled as a few heads turned his way, ”Maaaaybe you could say that a bit louder?” he said.
Smolder eyed him coolly, tapping her claws against the table with her chin resting in the other. “It's like you want me to take that literally.”
“Please don't,” Sandbar relented, "but I guess it makes sense, most stallions in Ponyville are either already taken or don't 'swing that way”. Also, wait why do they have to fuck you for you to be an expert?”
“Gah it's hopeless!” she lamented while smacking her face back against the table, which nearly caused Sandbar's smoothie to topple over. “How did I manage to end up in the one pony town that doesn't have an eligible… Wait!” she said, popping herself off the table, “You're a stallion! And you're not gay! I think. Are you gay?” she asked.
"No, I am not gay.” He replied deadpan, sporting a slight blush.
“'Cause you kind of give off some gay vibes sometimes, kinda like Professor Dash," Smolder continued. “Oh come on!” said some pony from off in the distance.
“I. Am. Not. Gay!” Sandbar repeated a bit louder.
Smolder hopped up and clapped her hands, “Perfect! Come on, we can do it in the alleyway!"
Before he fully grasped what had happened, Smolder grabbed his hoof. She pulled him into a hidden alley behind Sugarcube Corner. The area was musty and wet with old trash and hay. Yet, it had a lingering sweetness from the nearby sweets shop.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Smolder asked.
Sandbar's eyes shot open. His cheeks burned. Smolder leaned against the wall, with her front down, back arched, legs apart, and tail up. This left little to the imagination, and he was unable to stop himself as his eyes traced her curves, settling upon her glistening slit and tight rear. Her scales seemed wet already, and the spicy scent of her arousal wafted toward him.
Snorting, he shook his head and stepped back. “W-What?! But! Uhhhh…” he stuttered, looking back at the alleyway exit.
Smolder chuckled, wiggling her rump and causing him to blush further, “Ohh come on, I thought you said you weren't—"
“I am not… *sigh*” Sandbar started, "OK fine, but I'm not doing this to prove I'm not gay. And if we get caught, you're doing my homework for a month.”
“Mmm… A week," Smolder countered.
“A month, but if you don't like it I'm sure you can find another willing stallion in the next town over,” he replied, a satisfied grin on his face.
Smolder groaned and rolled her eyes. “ Fine! Whatever, just hurry up! I've been aching since I did it with—"
“FFOOORRRREEVVVEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!”
Both students jumped as Pinkie Pie popped out of an otherwise unassuming trash can, glaring into Smolder's eyes before sinking back into the trash.
“...”
“... That doesn't count," Smolder finally said.
When Sandbar didn't immediately reply, she looked to see that he was still somewhat shaken. “I uh, pinky promised I wouldn't tell.” She said, chuckling to herself.
Sandbar's eyes twitched before he took a deep breath and tried to put it out of his mind. Though the thought of fucking Smolder was not an unpleasant one, he was still eager to get this whole ordeal over with. Taking one last glance to the open end of the alleyway, he trotted over towards Smolder and went to mount her.
“S- Sorry if I'm uh heavy.” He said while his cheeks burned.
“Don't worry about it, I kind of like it.” She said.
Sandbar swallowed and began grinding against Smolder. Her wet lips kissed his sheath. But, the stress of it all had made his fifth leg stubborn.
Smolder, so close to finally getting what she had been aching for, groaned and pressed back against him.
“Nngh, come on already, stop teasing!” she growled.
"I'm not, I'm stressed! Ponies have a hard time getting… ready when they're stressed!” he replied.
Smolder groaned, contemplating for a moment that she had gotten all pent up for nothing. When she popped back up, she nearly smacked Sandbar in the chin. “Oh! I almost forgot!” she said.
Smolder slipped underneath him, getting down on her hands and knees to get her first clear look at Sandbar's equipment. His sheath sat comfortably between his legs, beneath the warm curve of his belly, a deep rich green that stood out slightly from the lighter shades of his coat. His testicles hung beneath it, round and weighty, shifting as he moved, and surprisingly, within the sack itself too. The musky scent wafted down Smolder's nostrils, a heady mix of seaweed and stallion sweat.
Unable to stop herself, she cupped his balls, causing them to jump in her hand. Sandbar followed suit, “Ah! H-hey!"
“What? I haven't even done anything yet!” Smolder said.
“Just, just be careful! They're sensitive," he said.
Smolder rolled her eyes and, in response, dragged her tongue across them. The taste was salty, and barnyardy, but not at all unpleasant. Her tongue went to work exploring every inch of his taut skin, his testicles shifting from the stimulation. Sandbar groaned with each ministration, Smolder's tongue hot upon the sensitive flesh.
Slithering from his sack, she began to give his sheath special attention, licking between every crook and crevice before entering the sheath itself. Sandbar groaned, pressing his head against the alleyway wall. But even as her tongue graced every inch of his sheath, it refused to respond. Slipping her tongue back into her mouth, she hmm’d, “What gives? I thought this was supposed to work.” She said a moment of silence passed as she smiled and opened her mouth.
“I'm NOT gay," Sandbar said again.
Smolders sat back for a moment, pondering.
“Well, there's one thing we could try; I don't know if you'll like it though.” She said, snaking out from under him.
"What are you talking ab-aaAHH!” Sandbar exclaimed.
Smolder had cupped Sandbar's balls from behind, licking him from taint to tail, settling upon his winking tail hole. Her tongue slathered a thin sheen of saliva across it before beginning to prod its entrance.
Sandbar gasped, his back arching instinctively as his member immediately throbbed. Much to his annoyance, his cock slowly began to expand from his sheath, with each inch that Smolder's tongue delved deeper within him. He fought back a groan as Smolder's tongue seemed to find every sensitive spot within his passage, punctuated by a meaty slap as his erection smacked his belly. Taking that as her cue, Smolder extracted her tongue, licking her lips.
“There! That seems to have worked pretty well, huh?” Smolder teased, getting back down to the level of his cock.
Sandbar blushed and remained silent, grumbling to himself.
Smolder paid him little mind as she began to service his stallionhood. Though his balls were salty with a hint of something more, his cock had a richness to it. Every lick bathed her taste buds with a masculine meaty flavor. She didn't know if it was the fact that she was a carnivore, but it made her mouth water. Kissing the tip, she opened her mouth wide to take it inside. Dragons were like avians in the sense that the passage that they breathed through and the passage that they swallowed were separate. Allowing Sandbar's length to slide down her gullet with ease.
Sandbar balked at the intense warmth and the gripping sensation of her throat. Though he was still a little on edge getting serviced and what he felt was plain view, he found it easier to get into it as he lifted his hind leg and began humping Smolder's throat. With each thrust, his balls slapped Smolder's chin, strings of saliva bridging the gap as they separated.
In the back of her mind, an inkling of concern writhed to the surface concerning Sandbar's size. This was way bigger than what she had dealt with with Spike. Her throat was one thing, but she wasn't sure if her snatch was quite as pliant. Even so, her claws snaked between her legs, spreading the outer lips of her cunt and plunging between them.
Sandbar's pants and the slap of his balls against Smolder’s chin punctuated the silence of the alleyway. Drool ran from her mouth as she had since allowed Sandbar to do most of the work, while she enjoyed the taste of the stallion. The longer he went, Sandbar could feel his testicles churn and spasm, his flair beginning to inflate. Driven by the proximity of his peak, he quickened his pace, groaning. The part of him that was somewhat more considerate was overshadowed as Smolder had to brace herself in response. She relaxed her throat to give him ample wiggle room but found it kept getting bigger. Her windpipe, though separate, still found itself rather compressed and her head began to swim.
“Haahh, Smolder I think I'm-- I'm gonna--!” Before he could even finish he grimaced, shoving his cock as far down Smolder's gullet as it could reach, a thick spurt of his jizz coating the walls of her throat, followed by another, and another. Smolder swallowed as best she could, her stomach pudging and her carefully aware of how close she was to the line between sexily choking and just choking. Giving him a few pats on his inner thigh, Sandbar snapped out of his daze, not having been privy to the dragon's deep-throating capacity. All he knew was he had plugged his partner's throat for the past several minutes. Pulling back a bit quicker than Smolder would have proffered, Sandbar's cock popped free from her throat, followed by a thick stream of cum as she wretched. Though she was familiar with the capacity of her gag reflex, having a cock ripped out of your throat still tended to stimulate it a bit she found.
“Oh Celestia, are you okay!? I'm so sorry I didn't even think to check if you needed air or anything you just took it so easily and—" Sandbar sputtered.
Smolder held up a claw as she coughed and hacked up a bit more cum. Looking up with semen trailing down her chin, she smiled a little dazed.
"Well, besides almost passing out and losing my lunch, that was pretty hot.” She smiled.
Sandbar breathed a sigh of relief and blushed as his wetted cock smacked his belly. "Y-yea, it, uh, it was pretty hot, to be honest. Sorry about choking you.”
Smolder stood and stretched, her belly visibly more swollen than it had been before. She kind of looked a little pregnant.
*smack*
Looking down, Smolder chuckled as Sandbar blushed, “Well if you REALLY feel bad about it, I think I know how you can apologize.” She said, returning to the wall, she arched her back and lifted her tail. Looking over her shoulder with a lidded gaze and a lick of her lips. This time Sandbar wasted no time with his approach, his muzzle finding its way beneath her tail. He took a moment just to lose himself fully in her scent. It was stark the difference between hers and his. He had a hard time describing it other than enthralling. She smelled of sweat, of course, that familiar salty tartness. But there was a hazy warmth to it like sourdough that made the back of his throat ache. Unbidden, his tongue drew itself across her moistened lips, the sharp flavor dancing between salty and sweet. He drank her arousal with the fervor of a stallion going on 3 days of no water in the Savannah.
Smolder sighed at the warm, slick appendage exploring her depths.
“Ah!”
She jumped as Sandbar gave her a taste of her own medicine, his tongue exploring the tight ring of her tail hole, causing her to squirm. Her toes gripped the earth beneath her as she pushed against his muzzle, the ministrations sating her appetite even as they exasperated it.
“Mmmm, as much as I appreciate the favor, I really need you to fuck me now.” she groaned.
Sandbar reluctantly pulled back as he licked his lips, a thin sheen of her juices glazed across his muzzle. Mounting her for a second time, he gripped her hips and positioned his quickly stiffening stallion hood against the swollen lips of her cunt. Feeling it for the first time, Smolder swallowed as she felt exactly how much bigger a stallion was in comparison to Spike. Whereas Spike's cock had fit like a key in a lock, this was more akin to a square peg in a round hole.
Noticing her tense up, Sandbar cleared his throat, “Uh, if I’m too much, just let me know, ok?”
“Ha! Are you kidding? This will be a piece of cake; let me have it!” she said with a bravado she was still searching for.
As Sandbar began to push forward, Smolder gritted her teeth. Needles. Like pinpricks, they danced across her cunt's lips. Her tissues strained like silk stretched to its limit. Its weaker fibers begin to fray until-
“OH! oKWaitwait wait waitwaitWait!" Smolder sputtered, like the clattering lid of a teapot just past its peak.
Sandbar froze as the head of his stallionhood came to rest within the somewhat more accommodating threshold of Smolder's depths. The velvety ring of her entrance still wrapped taut around his slightly thinner shaft.
“S-sorry, are you okay?" Sandbar said, trying to ignore just how tight Smolder was.
And hot. Like REALLY hot.
In a deeper, more subconscious part of his mind, he regarded the sensation with special attention, waiting for his crackling nerves to determine that the scorching heat was not in fact literally scorching.
“Mmnnnyeahjusgimmeaminuttt...” Smolder slurred.
Drunk on endorphins, each blink felt lagged. Her body thrummed. The border between pain and pleasure was indiscernible, leaving her in a limbo of numbing fire. Her pelvic muscles fluttered as sparks danced across every nerve. She shuffled her quivering legs to gain better purchase, lest she collapse then and there. With each subtle movement, her cunt spasmed around Sandbar. Her tail hole winked. A ripple of muscular confusion wriggled through her abdomen and out her throat as a rather lady-like grunt. As one of the few coherent thoughts she could form, she hoped the sensation dripping down her legs was her arousal and that she hadnt wet herself.
Sandbar remained still. Looking to and fro, hoping the two had remained undiscovered. Getting caught was bad enough. Getting caught and not being able to run away was worse.
“Mm- Mmph…” Smolder groaned. Sandbar brought his attention back to her, hearing the restraint in her voice. As though she were trying to make her voice deeper on purpose—and wasn't all that successful.
Swallowing his nerves, he reached down and kissed the back of her neck, feeling her surprise as she tightened around him with an “Ah!”. At this point, they were either going to be seen or they wouldn't. He might as well be there for his friend when she needed him.
He began trailing kisses up and down her neck, the moisture left behind evaporating shortly after. When he made it to her frill, he nibbled it and tugged at it gently, causing Smolder to groan more evenly, her body beginning to roll with him. Her breathing became deeper. Her muscles relaxed. The walls of her cunt slowed their ministrations and he could even move more comfortably within her.
“Is that better?” Sandbar asked.
“Mmph, y-yeah. I think so… Thanks.” She murmured.
Sandbar smiled, "Hey, it's nothing. I mean, what are friends for, right?” he said with a hoof to his chest, his usual upbeat tone returning to his voice.
Smolder rolled her eyes but smiled in turn. "Yeah, yeah, now hurry up before somebody sees us, you mushy dork.”
"Oh, so NOW you’re worried about being seen.” He teased.
But upon her request, he inched himself deeper inside her. Pulling back and then pushing forward again, increasing the length of his strokes with each tentative thrust.
“MMmph! N-no! I just don't want to be seen--Ah! G-getting railed by the m-mushiest colt in P-onyville," Smolder stuttered.
As Sandbar's swollen member shifted back and forth within her, even as shallow as he currently was, Smolder still felt like her organs were jostled with each thrust. Dragons were made to be tough, no doubt, but a sliver of… well, doubt… had Smolder hoping that quality applied to her insides as well. Death by stallion cock was NOT an acceptable way to go out for a dragon. And part of her knew she’d be the first.
“Oh yeah? I think you might kind of like it to be honest," Sandbar replied. His front hooves gripped her hips with a bit more confidence as he stepped forward. His thrusts were deeper, his median ring now able to kiss her outer lips. As he began to establish a rhythm, he found it easier and easier to let go of his worries of being spotted. Smolder too had an easier time accommodating him, her body rocking to meet him and pulling back as he did, her sopping wet cunt gripping the head of his stallionhood, preventing the two from separating.
Smolder bit her lip to suppress the retort-turned-groan as Sandbar hit an especially sensitive spot inside her. As much as she hated to admit it, she did kind of like it, her back arching in an instinctual effort to receive more of the male claiming her depths. The dragon in her loathed how easily she seemed to fall into the receptive role, but the literal stallion in her made it rather hard to care.
“Ah! How about you shut it and f-fuck me like a STALLION!” she groaned, more to herself to show some form of dominance. As she said it, she pulled her hips forward till Sandbar's stallionhood threatened to pop out, only to slam backward in time with his thrust.
“What’d’y--OOF!” Sandbar was shut up as his hips became flush with Smolder's rump. The base of his cock and balls pressed against her straining nether lips. He groaned and pulled her against him as every inch of his cock was coaxed by the dragon's quivering, drooling passage. The squeezing heat teetered on the edge of becoming painful.
Smolder's cry was cut off as the air was driven from her body.
That hurt.
However, at the same time, she couldn't stop herself from grinding against the stallion. She whimpered, partly in pain but primarily in response to a newfound craving she had discovered. Like an itch she'd never been aware of until now, but was still just out of reach. Looking down, past the bulge in her stomach, she could see Sandbar's testicles snugly pressed against her thighs. Her arousal dripped from them in a steady flow.
“Oh ffffuck… Ssssandbar…” she groaned.
“S-smolder! Are you—oh Celestia—are you ok?” Sandbar grunted. Through the pleasurable haze of her slick heat and ohh fuck how is she doing that, he could still recognize that his dear friend beneath him had just taken a cock that was explicitly advised against fully taking by species that weren't equines. And gracious as she was, Sandbar had a hard time believing the princess of friendship would look past a perforated uterus. That and he cared for Smolder and would prefer he was not her executioner by cock.
"Y-eah, yeah, I'm fine. That, uh, might not have been one of my best ideas," Smolder said sheepishly.
“Are you kidding? You could have—Mmph—you could have hurt yourself," Sandbar replied. He tried to be serious and express his concern, but it was somewhat hampered as he was unable to resist pulling her against him further.
“Hah! Y-yeah well, I'm fine so--Ungh!--Why don't you get back to proving you're not gay, huh?” Smolders said with a smirk, giving her hips a roll.
Sandbar rolled his eyes but smiled, astutely noting that she was OK.
“I'm bisexual; first of all, and you are crazy,” he said.
Before she could get a word out, Sandbar pulled his hips back as far as they would go before hilting inside her. Smolder cried out, this time with clear pleasure. As Sandbar settled into an even rhythm, Smolder spread her legs to give him more room to maneuver. Every slap of his testicles against her clit made her see stars, her grunts and groans coming unbidden before she could even filter them to sound more "tough." Sweat was dripping down her skin freely now, mixing with the foam that had begun to accumulate between their writhing bodies. Sandbar, having been fairly nonverbal in the beginning, had begun to snort and whinny as he fucked her. His breath hit the back of her neck like steam; she was pretty sure she even felt drool run down her back at some point.
As he fucked her against the alleyway wall, a puddle of their arousal forming beneath the stallion's cock pistoning in and out of her drooling cunt, a thought came to Smolder's mind, clear amidst the racket of their breeding.
She was being claimed.
She was being bred.
By a rabid beast that was going to mark her tender womb as his own.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
ohh fuck
Sandbar gritted his teeth as he felt Smolder’s cunt flutter around his cock. A newfound surge of liquid warmth surrounded his length and spurted against his already-soaked crotch. Smolder had climaxed. Her voice, usually so rough and gravelly, was now coming out as disjointed squeaks as her entire body shivered and convulsed against him.
The alleyway air grew sodden. Clinging like fabric against moist skin. Their musk dripped from the walls like salty dewdrops. The rich scent of damp earth and stale hay mixed with the acrid odor of body fluids—sweet yet bitter like fermented grapes, and twice as intoxicating. It felt almost alive, crawling up Sandbar's nostrils with an oily, sour film as they flared, coalescing in the pits of his lungs. His breath grew heavy and his glands salivated. Without a thought, Sandbar bit down on the back of Smolder's neck, causing her to yelp and tighten up around his throbbing stallion hood.
“Ahhh! Fu—uck! Sa—sandbarrrr!” Smolder whined. Her voice hitched as she was pulled back, every thrust punctuated by an associated bulging of her stomach. His hooves around her hips were iron manacles of taut muscle and frothing moisture, the smack of his hips against hers echoing in the confines of the alleyway.
“Oh fuck—oh FUCK! Yes! Oh, fuck me, Sandbar! Oh goddess, please fuck me!” Smolder could do little more than prop herself against the wall as her legs threatened to give out. She let out a choked wail as she came again, her juices spraying against the ground and splashing dirt upon their legs. Tears ran in thin rivulets, mixing with her sweat and saliva that trickled from her lips, while her grip on the finer elements of her bodily control loosened.
Sandbar felt a familiar roiling in his belly as his cock spasmed and flared. That telltale countdown, each throb coming sooner than the last. His legs and hips burned from the exertion, driven by the breeding instinct deep within his veins.
“Smolder, oh fuck, I'm close.” He whispered, slightly muffled, his lips pressed against her neck.
“In--*sniff*--insi--deee.” She choked, her arms grasping at the wall as though it were the last thing keeping her grounded.
Sandbar huffed as he kept his rhythm. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if a stallion could get a dragon pregnant, but as his thrusts became erratic and his balls tightened against him, his hormones won over as he drove himself as deep as he was able into the dragon, his flare sealing the entrance to her womb.
The first thick rope of cum inched its way through Sandbar's cock for what felt like seconds till it splashed the back wall of Smolder's womb. Even for a dragon used to bathing in lava, Smolder felt an indescribable warmth that bled into her veins and tissues as she was filled. The second rope was followed by a third, then a fourth. Each one was accompanied by a grunt from Sandbar, his hooves locked around his broodmare's hips to ensure she was properly bred. Smolder groaned, both in relief and in response to her womb stretching to accommodate the amount of cum being pumped into her. Though Sandbar's flair proved effective, it wasn't enough to stop some of his spunk from spurting out, thick trails of cum seeping down Smolder's thighs and Sandbar's throbbing testicles. Both students took a moment to catch their breath, allowing the cocktail of chemicals to flood their minds and pull them back down from the adrenaline high they’d been indulging in the past several minutes.
Smolder sniffed and wiped her mouth and nose, “I uh *hic* I guess you’re pretty straight.” she said, still shaking from the exertion. Part of her wondered how much of her still being upright was her and not Sandbar's cock.
Head swimming, Sandbar laughed, his head resting on Smolder's shoulder, "Oh, is that all it took? I thought it'd be harder to convince you.”
“You’re still the gayest straight guy I know, dork. And the mushiest," Smolder teased, her voice reverting to its more familiar tone. She wiggled her hips, causing Sandbar to bite his lip as another involuntary thrust and spurt of cum followed. Smolder chuckled.
“That's a lot of talk for a dragon that was just begging that mushy stallion to AH! OK Ok!” Sandbar cried out as Smolder reached back and pulled his ear. After a few more moments of them going back and forth, Sandbar tested Smolder's grip on him and slowly began to pull out of her. Smolder shivered at the sensation when—
“Ah!”
Sandbars flare popped out of her, a steady river of cum pouring from her still-twitching passage. Smolder took several steadying breaths as Sandbar whistled.
“Phew, I didn't think you'd be able to take all of me. I guess dragons really are tough as nails."
Smolder straightened up as best she could, her legs still like jelly but pride in her spine. “Ha! You know it. Now, uh, could you… help me back to the dorms? I don't think I can make it across town without someone noticing my, uh, leakage.”
Sandbar grinned as he sauntered over. “I think I know just the thing to help…”
“What do you--WOAH!” Smolder jumped as Sandbar’s muzzle delved between her legs, his tongue lapping at his cum and exploring her depths till not a drop remained. Pulling back, he licked his lips, his eyes level, and a cum-eating grin on his face.
Blushing, Smolder cleared her throat as her pussy throbbed with newfound intensity.
"Bi-sexual, huh?” she asked, “Gallus?”
“You'd like to know, wouldn't you?” he chittered, turning to leave the alley.
“Ugh lame,” she droned as she followed him, "but uh, you won't… tell anyone I got a little… mushy, will you.” She asked, her voice quiet.
Sandbar smiled genuinely, “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
“You know, while I appreciate the sentiment, I can't help but think that making Pinkie Promises for this type of stuff is the best idea," Smolder replied.
“Why not? A Pinkie Promise is the only way to get 100% customer-approved, satisfaction-guaranteed assurance that your super hot and sticky alley sexcapades stay hot, sticky, aaaaaand secret! Like Granny Pie's Secret Hot and Sticky Sticky Bun Recipe! Wanna try one? They've got crème fiiilliinnggg!”
Smolder and Sandbar looked to their left; Pinkie Pie popped out of a previously undecorated trash can sporting a platter of what appeared to be freshly baked sticky buns. The two looked at each other with faint blushes on their faces.
Smolder cleared her throat. “How… long have you been there?” she asked, a part of her already knowing the answer.
“Seventeen minutes before you two fucked! I've seen a lot of alleyway fucks in my time, but you two really blew it outta the park! Or I guess in this case, alleyway.” She replied, giggling to herself.
Smolder looked at Sandbar, who was already looking at her. She chuckled.
“I don't suppose—"
“It counts.”
Author's Note
This was written in a flurry of inspiration. I may add on to these series, may not, but I'm definitely going to continue the comic that precedes it, so be sure to check it out! Early access to the comic can also be found on my Patreon and Subscribestar! I appreciate any support, and hope you like the story!
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