Title: GWTBG: Stormy Sleepover Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/3GTtXeZg First Edit: Tuesday 9th of July 2013 06:08:03 PM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 9th of July 2013 06:08:03 PM CDT >Open Save File >Continue "Garble Will Be Totally Gay"? >Yes. >Chapter 2: Stormy Sleepover >Not sure if going easy on Fizzle was the greatest idea. >He's practically surgically attached to my hip now. >I guess it's ok. >He brings me gems and stuff. So that's pretty cool. >Still asking me questions and still fidgeting all the time. >Least he's not doing that crying thing again. >I guess he's allright to have around, but he keeps reorganizing my hoard. >He always mumbles something about how he's just looking out for his best bro. >Whatever. It makes my bed softer. >And a softer bed always means better dreams. >For what it's worth, the chicks in my dreams are way better than the bitchy girls I deal with everyday. >Yeah... Dream girls... They're always girls. >Every time. >...Until something weird happened recently. >It started to storm pretty bad a few weeks ago. Thunder, lightning- y'know, the works. >I couldn't help but snicker when I saw Fizzle scurry to his cave with a terrified squeal. >Even without the storm it was getting dark, so I decided it was time I turn in too. >Fizzle'd just rearranged my hoard again, so I had a feeling I was gonna get dream-lucky tonight. >Did I mention his little favors are pretty awesome? I just wanted to touch on that. >Tonight her scales were pure white. She had sexy pink spinestoo. >Something weird happened in the midst of this best of wet dreams though.. >The thunder and lightning were playing games of sound beyond my eyes and beyond my ears. >It was amazing. >The thunder was me giving her incredibly powerful pounds. >The lightning made blinding flashes of pleasure when she decided to wiggle or clench. >And then she opened her mouth to call out my name~ >"GARBLE!!" >Huh, what? That didn't really sound like a girl. >"GAAARRRBLE!" >She looks back at me with a desperate expression, but her face is a familiar, simpering male dragon I know. >"Ugh...Fizzle...?" I ask groggily. >Thunder crashed and I sat up straight, waist-deep in gold and treasure. >Fizzle was shivering at the door, his sillouhette illuminated by a flash of lightning. >A certain part of me was stiff and buried under my hoard-bed. >Oh great, what now. >"Fizzle, what the hell man? Can't a guy sleep in peace?" >His frail arms hug tightly around his middle, he was covered in water. >"Uh-uhm...m-my cave flooded... Y-you w-were the closest..." >Not that I really minded him being here, but given the circumstances I couldn't help but groan. >"Was I really the closest or did you just want to be up my butt tonight? No homo." >Good thing this gold was keeping all my musk smothered too, or this could be really awkward. >Fizzle flails his skinny arms at the butt comment, "N-no... I-I mean, can't I just...sleep on the floor...over there..." He points to the corner furthest from the door, "Y-y'know, to be dry...a-and everything?" >I sigh at his awkwardness for the billionth time, "Get in here and dry off, wuss. I don't want you to die of a babyflu on my doorstep." >And I wanted to get back to that dream chick...if she was even still there. >Piles of gold coins feel weird around a hard dick. >Fizzle nods obediently and hurries to the back of the cave where I collected a few rags. >He gives a funny wiggle when he covers himself with one of them to dry off. >"Uhm...th-thanks G-" >"Just dry off and get in the hoard, stupid," bro can't make a bro lay on the hard floor. >Just ain't right. >His tufted ears perk as his head appears from the folds of the rag, "O-on the hoard... C-come on, Garble..." he tries to laugh, "What do I look like a...a f-f-fag or something?" >Ignoring the difficulty at which it took him to say that word. >Though it was a little flattering he was trying to act like me. >I wish my dick would shut up, it's gonna be hard enough to get back to sleep. >Crossing my arms, I affirm myself, "The hoard's big enough. You just stay on that side. It's not like we're gonna do something gay like cuddle or anything right?" >His ears droop and his cheeks are blazing red. "Heheh...yeah...just sharing a bed...for sleep..." >"Yes, for sleep," I shake my head and lay back down, "Good night, Fizzle." I say with a tone of finality. >A long pause before I hear treasure and stuff clinking from him getting gingerly into the hoard with me. >"G-goodnight, Garble..." This is followed by a squeak of terror as thunder bashes the roof of the cave again. >Stare at the ceiling for a while. >Listen to the rain outside. >Get amused when thunder rolls and Fizzle whimpers in his sleep. >Look down at erect penis now poking through the gold now that I was in the clear. >I hate you sometimes. >Lay head back and consider options. >Well, if I'm going to get to sleep there really is only one option. >Cautiously glance at Fizzle. He SEEMS to be asleep... >Shuffle some gold around to make some noise... Nope, he's dead to the world. >Finally, some no homo time. >Take deep silent breath and wrap my claws around my familiar, pulsing member. >Slowly start to stroke. Stealth Mode. >Try to control breathing as my gliding grip brings up the pleasure that the dream girl left me hangin on. >Damn, this is starting to feel better than the dream. >It's almost like that first nervous time you figure out what jacking off is. >You gotta keep it hidden...keep it a secret... >Even when you're right next to someone in your own hoard. >These thoughts start racing with my heartbeat and my whole body shivers. >I don't want it to end...I've never felt so... >Well, you fags would probably call it naughty... >But whatever, it felt fucking amazing. >Fight the volume of my breath as my chest heaves up and down from the mounting bliss. >Start picturing dream girl again- her curves and the way she wiggled. >Come to think of it, her scales looked a lot like... >Stop. >Slowly turn gaze towards the slumbering Fizzle in my bed. >Assess. >Holy crap, his curves match up to the dream girl's perfectly. >My eyes widen some with realization...I'm not always quick on the uptake. >My mind freezes, but my body just starts moving again. >Pupils slowly start to slide down Fizzle's curves...stopping right on the rump- >Damn, is that really Fizzle? >If I closed my eyes and put my hands on that, I probably wouldn't know the difference. >Suck in a breath and look back up to the ceiling. >Shit, Garble, get it together with this homo shit... >Ah, shut it Garble, it's not like you're gonna pack his fudge or anything. >What!? It's ridiculous to even think that Garble!! >Am I having an argument with my dick? >Look down. >Still gripping the one-eyed monster tightly, it's even crying a little bit. >Yep, I'm having an argument with my dick. >And stiill rubbing it... >Stupid blush gets in my cheeks as I turn to look at the sleeping dragon next to me again. >My base- apparently more horny- instincts make my hand clench a little tighter and stroke a little more strongly. >I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my temples as I look down at the tempting bubble butt under his tail. >Just think of him as a girl, Garble. >He's a girl... >A girl who's my best bro... >Ohgodhewigglesinhissleep. >Dammit, Fizzle, that would be so hot...if you were a girl...and shit... >Bite lower lip and stroke a little harder as he wiggles it again. >So close...this is gonna be a huge mess. >It's like slow motion when I watch Fizzle roll over towards me. >Stupid sleep. >Stupid dream girl. >Stupid dick! >And yet I don't let go of my aching cock. >Even when Fizzle's claw slaps lightly right on top of the slick length. >Breath gets caught in my throat. >His palm is soft, but it feels like that softness is catching me on fire. >Seize up. Whip tail into my maw to muffle breathy groans of utter pleasure. >His white hand catches all the spraying seed like a net and it coats my whole crotch. >The world is spinning for a moment before I finally come back to my senses. >Goddamn, I needed that... >I can't even remember the last time I blew a wad that fucking big... >Now what to do with Fizz's damn hand.... >My question gets answered for me as he rolls onto his back. >His hand splatters on his belly where it lands. >He's starting to snore. >I grumble at myself. >Roll over and try to go back to sleep. >Stupid homo shit. >Stupid fake dream girl. >Stupid Fizzlebutt. >Sigh and close my eyes. >Whatever. The balls didn't touch.