Anon x Fizzle - Part 1

>Be Anon (obviously).

>After being in Equestria for close to two years, you have found that life is not so bad.

>Everyone is friendly, hospitable, and just appreciates that you are unique in your own way.

>Plus, the mares are cute, and usually all have nice, round butts.

>But never mind that….

>Your stay in Ponville has required you to get a job assisting Ms. Cheerilee at the schoolhouse.

>You help her teach little fillies about the intricacies of Earth and all of its inhabitants.

>Honestly… it’s just story time.

>Few ponies really believe that there was an Earth.

>But it was your chance to reminisce and impress the fillies and foals about the great magic-less Earth.

>Regardless of whether you were believed or not, you got paid relatively well.

>Not to mention you got to eye Cheerliee’s goodies a lot of the time.

 

>Today’s class is about dragons and their lives.

>Who better than Ponyville’s resident dragon to lead the discussion?

>Spike was talking about it to you all week.

>He was extremely excited to be the center of attention for once.

>”I just feel like I get forgotten sometimes, ya know, Anon?” he told you a few nights ago.

>Spike became a close friend with you very quickly, and you felt bad that he really does get pushed to the side often.

>But pity wasn’t why you became friends with him.

>You just found it difficult to be friends with any stallions.

>You never actually knew why….

>All the mares liked your presence, especially Rainbow Dash for some reason.

>But the stallions just seemed to be put off by your mere existence.

>Nonetheless, Spike was a bro, and you and him just clicked well.

>You even helped him hook up with Rarity a few times.

>Well… you tried to, anyways.

 

>You were standing in the corner of the classroom waiting for Spike to arrive for his “lecture.”

>He is already 10 minutes late.

>Cheerilee asked you if you knew if he was still showing up.

>He did mention that he was trying to get some help for his presentation.

>You didn’t actually know what that meant.

>You reassured her that Spike was incredibly excited for this opportunity, and there was no way that he’d miss it.

>Cheerliee sighed and walked towards her class.

>”Alright class, listen up!” Shouted Cheerliee to her rowdy students.

>”I’m sorry, but Spike will be a few more minutes. In the meantime, why don’t you all prepare some interesting dragon-related questions for Spike?”

>The class erupted in excitement as they eagerly began to write their questions.

 

>Spike arrives to the classroom a few minutes later.

>He is panting heavily.

>”I’m SO sorry… that… I’m late… Ugh…” He coughs out.

>The fillies and foals scream with excitement.

>Spike weakly waves to the class.

>Poor guy. He must have sprinted over here.

>You bring him some water, which he drinks immediately.

>He thanks you and clears his throat.

>”Sorry I’m late, everypony and Anon. I wanted to bring a friend with me to help with my presentation on dragons.”

>As everyone is clapping for Spike, you notice a shadow outside the window.

>You could have sworn it was a… a dragon?

>”I wanted my friend Garble to come and talk, he’s like my big brother.” Spike says excitedly.

>”But he was busy, so I asked a few other dragons who owe me favors. Turns out, they were all busy….”

>Spike’s voice sounded less excited at the end of that sentence.

>”So instead, I got stuck with… I MEAN, I happily asked another c-close… uh… friend to help. And he could!”

>Spike sounded really disappointed.

>What was the big deal? He still got a dragon to come here, right?

>”So without further ado… allow me to introduce you all… to F-fizzle.”

>The class claps as Spike mopes over to the door and opens it.

>”Get in here, already!” You hear Spike yell under his breath.

>After a few seconds, the clapping dies down.

>But no dragon walked in….

>You see Spike angrily go outside.

 

>”Come on already!” You hear him yell.

>You didn’t really know how to react to him yelling like this.

>It was just funny to you to hear him be so authoritative.

>Eventually, Spike manages to push his guest into the classroom.

>You look expecting a large and masculine dragon like you are used to Spike describing to you.

>But instead you get…

 

>”Fizzle, everypony. Here he is…” Spike says angrily.

>The dragon awkwardly walks in and simply stares at the children.

>This dragon looked NOTHING like Spike usually describes.

>Fizzle’s scales are a clean white color.

>His underbelly and scaly hair… pink.

>His awkward eyes… pink.

>An albino dragon?

>It almost seemed cool, until you realize that this dragon was so effeminate that you didn’t believed he was actually a dude.

>He couldn’t be!

>I mean… look at his hips!

>And his demeanor! It just screams female.

 

>”Welcome, Ms. Fizzle is it?” Cheerliee asks as she trots over to shake Fizzle’s clenched hands.

>You hear Spike suppress a loud laugh.

>You see Fizzle’s mouth move slightly, but nothing comes out.

>”I’m sorry, what was that, Ms. Fizzle?” Cheerilee asks.

>”I-I’m… n-not a g-…” Fizzle replies.

>You could barely make out what he was saying.

>”I’m sorry, Ms. Fizzle, but you will have to speak up, dear!”

>Spike snorts loudly at this.

>Fizzle looks down and blushes furiously.

>Is Fizzle ACTUALLY a guy?

>You walk over to Cheerilee.

“I think Fizzle is a male dragon, Cheerliee…” You whisper in her ear.

>Cheerilee steps back in embarrassment.

>”Oh my goodness! I am so sorry Ms.- I MEAN MR. FIZZLE! MR. FIZZLE, EVERYPONY!”

>Cheerliee claps loudly, covering up Spike’s laughter.

>You try to make eye contact with Fizzle to make him feel a bit better, but he keeps his eyes locked on to the ground.

>The class awkwardly claps with Cheerilee.

>You clap loudly to try to make Fizzle feel better.

>Poor guy….

>You genuinely felt bad for him.

>You walk next to Fizzle and give him a friendly pat on his back.

>You may as well have stabbed him, because as soon as you came into contact with his soft scales he pulled away quickly.

>You decide to not try and help anymore.

>Poor Fizzle is just a shy dragon.

>That’s it, right?

 

~

 

>After an incredibly tense, awkward, and long presentation, Cheerilee lets the class go home a bit early.

>Literally, after almost 2 hours, Spike managed to get Fizzle to say but a couple of sentences.

>Most of them, inaudible.

>Spike angrily storms out of the classroom with Fizzle following close by.

>You bid farewell to the class and Cheerilee before you follow your bro outside.

>You weren’t angry that the presentation was a basically a disaster.

>No, you just felt genuinely bad for Fizzle.

>I mean, Spike was just plain rude to him.

>You had never seen Spike act that way towards anyone!

>You catch up to Spike and Fizzle.

“Hey, good presentation, Fizzle. I learned a lot about your kind!” You say happily to him.

>Fizzle doesn’t even look up to acknowledge you.

>He kind of… grunts gently.

>Ok then….

>Spike turns around and glares at Fizzle.

>”Thanks to this weirdo, MY presentation was a disaster!” He yells.

>Fizzle flinched as if someone had thrown boiling water on him.

>Enough was enough.

“Yo, Spike! You better chill out. Fizzle was nice enough to come and help you, the least you could do is be thankful! Plus, the presentation was fine!”

>Spike scowls at you.

>”Fizzle didn’t AGREE to anything!” Spike yells.

>You turn to Fizzle to see if this was true.

>He just nervously plays with his claws, completely avoiding your eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

>”Garble and the others forced him to come with me as punishment for not bringing enough gems to our last meetup. Honestly, they were tired of Fizzle fagging up the place!”

>You look at Spike angrily.

>You didn’t know Fizzle at all, but you couldn’t take Spike being such a dick to him.

“You have no reason to be such a dick, Spike. In fact, you owe Fizzle for doing this for you. REGARDLESS, of whether he was forced to or not.”

>Spike laughs at you.

>”Whatever. I’ll catch you around, Anon…. Don’t follow me, Fizzle.”

>He turns and walks away.

 

>You look at Fizzle, who is still just staring at the ground.

>You get a better look at him in the direct sunlight.

>You are a tad taller than him, but you are also far more built than he is.

>Maybe it’s just his posture….

>His white, pearly scales glisten.

>His cheeks are rosy, and his eyes still… pink.

>Why pink?

“I don’t know if I properly introduced myself, but I’m Anon. I’m a human from….”

>You stop.

>There is no point going on with the Earth business.

>You put your hand out to shake Fizzle’s.

>He nervously fumbles with his fingers again.

>This was more awkward than the day you met Fluttershy.

>You put your hand down.

>What the hell were you going to do with Fizzle?

>Maybe he’ll just head home.

“Are you going to be alright making it home? Do I need to get Spike?”

>Fizzle doesn’t reply.

>Instead, he takes a step towards you.

>His eyes still fixated on the ground.

>You see his mouth tremble gently.

>”Th-thanks for… s-sticking up f-for me….”

>You almost didn’t hear him, but you’re glad you did.

>You smile at him.

“It’s no problem, bro.”

>Him hearing this makes him gaze up at you.

>You finally look into his pink eyes.

>They are gently and warm, a brilliant pink color.

>Pink….

>”I-I’m F-fizzle…”

>Fizzle outstretches his claws to you.

>His arm is shaking.

>You quickly grab his claw and give him a firm handshake.

>Even his hands are soft and warm.

>You see Fizzle blush furiously and look away.

>Oh well… at least he notices you now….

 

>Fizzle must be bullied often back home because of the way he looks.

>That part is obvious.

>But you aren’t going to let that slide while you are with him.

>Especially with little Spikey-Wikey.

>You decide to go confront Spike and make him take Fizzle home.

>You probably should ask Fizzle first.

>Otherwise, Fizzle would die of nervousness.

>You explain your plan to Fizzle, expecting a positive response.

>Fizzle’s eyes widen as if you had just teased him.

>He looks at the ground and fiddles with his claws again.

>If he were a girl, this nervousness would be absolutely adorable.

>”I-I can’t g-go back, A-anon… my b-bros threatened to…”

>He stops midsentence.

>You want to hear more, but you feel like it would make him break down and cry.

>Fuck, you are starting to feel like he is girlfriend or something….

>Yeah right.

“No problem, bro. Listen, why don’t you just chill at my place until you’re ready to go back?”

>You wanted to offer to hang out with him, but you already had a date with Rainbow Dash.

>And by date, you knew that you were just going to watch her get drunk and see long it takes for her to beg for you to cum inside her.

>Fizzle nervously shuffles around, before simply nodding in approval.

”Cool, let’s go then.”

 

~

 

>You begin to lead him to your crappy apartment building.

>You try to engage in conversation with him, but to no avail.

>Fizzle just replies with grunts, or with nervous laughter.

>This was starting to get on your nerves.

>You wanted him to open up to you and be a bit more personable.

>You have a feeling that Fizzle is probably a really cool guy, once you get to know him.

>For some reason though, you can’t help but feel nervous around him.

>Not as nervous as he is towards you, that’s for sure.

>But… it just seems weird to you that a male dragon looks so damn feminine.

>Maybe it’s a prank devised by Fizzle and Spike.

>Yeah, they pretend Fizzle is a male dragon to try to make you admit something gay or something….

>That’s right up Spike’s alley.

>Honestly though… there is something cute about Fizzle.

>It’s unfamiliar to you, but maybe it’s just his effeminate appearance.

>WAIT, stop.

>There is nothing cute about a male dragon.

>What are you thinking?

>Before you can think of anything else you arrive at your apartment.

“Well, here we are! Home sweet home….”

>You turn to look at Fizzle.

>His eyes quickly move to the side.

>Was he… was he staring at your butt?

>No. STOP. No more gay thoughts.

>Think: Rainbow ass. Rainbow ass.

 

>You welcome Fizzle inside your apartment.

>This particular room use to be a larger storage closet.

>Being larger then ponies, you had difficulty finding suitable living.

>Luckily, you convinced the old mare who owned this apartment to give you this complex for very cheap.

>You just had to fashion it into an actual living space.

>You did a good job, you reckon.

>You show Fizzle around, telling him to get comfortable.

“Mi casa, is your home, bro.”

>Fizzle nervously smiles at you.

>He really must not be used to this kind of friendliness.

>Then again, neither were you at one point.

>You instruct Fizzle to take it easy while you went to get ready for your date.

>He complies and slowly heads toward the couch.

>Upon sitting down, his tail knocks over a few books that were on your end table.

>Fizzle quickly gets up and starts to pick them up.

>”Crap, Anon, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I just…”

>Fizzle rushes to pick them up.

>You want to reassure him that it’s ok, but your thoughts are immediately washed away as you stare down at him.

>Fizzle is on all fours on the floor, his tail almost straight upwards.

>You see his round ass, and the rest of his dragon goodies.

>But it wasn’t the fact that he ACTUALLY is male that bothers you.

>It’s that… he looks really good.

>Not even the mares of Ponyville have asses that look as good as Fizzle’s.

>You just want to go over and….

>NO. NO. NO.

>You quickly leave the room and head for the bathroom.

>You throw your clothes off and jump in the shower.

>You would have just forgotten about this whole thing if it weren’t for the fact that you had a huge hard-on right now.

>You aren’t gay.

>Fizzle isn’t gay.

>This is just a silly misunderstanding.

>You’re just excited to get some Rainbow poon.

>Yeah, that’s it….

“Fuck…”

>Fizzle probably thinks you’re mad at him for knocking the books over.

>You don’t know if you can deal with him right now.

>You’ll need a bit more time.

>You get out of the shower and throw a towel on.

>You decide to just forget about it.

>You open the bathroom door to see Fizzle standing right in front of you.

>”Anon, b-bro… I’m so s-sorry! I d-didn’t mean to mess up y-your stuff… it w-was an accident and… aww man I’m just s-so….”

>It was cute to see him panic and apologize for something so stupid.

>NO. It’s NOT cute.

>Why are you coming on to a male dragon?

>This cannot be happening.

“F-fizzle. It’s all right, man. It was just some books. Thanks for cleaning it up, bro.”

>His face brightens as you say this.

>”Thanks, A-anon. You’re a r-real bro, man…”

>Before you say anything, he turns around and walks towards the living room.

>Your eyes catch this tail and his hips.

>They have a certain sway to them….

>It’s oddly attracting….

>Almost inviting….

 

>You slap yourself in the face.

>This can’t go on any further.

>Nobody here is gay.

>There is no homolust.

>It’s all just a silly misunderstanding….

>You need to leave before you erupt in your pants.

>You quickly change into some clean clothes and head towards the front door.

>”So I c-can see you l-later on t-tonight right, A-anon?”

>You look over at Fizzle who is cutely sitting on your couch, awaiting a response.

>He still has a nervous look about him.

>You can’t leave him tonight.

>But you don’t want to keep on thinking about him in an inappropriate way.

>”B-bro…?”

>Fizzle looks at you sadly.

>He wants you to stay with him.

>Maybe he is attracted to you?

>That must be it.

>He has mistaken your kindness for attraction and wants to return the favor.

>Or maybe you are really attracted to him.

“Fuck. I’m not going anywhere tonight. I just don’t feel like it anymore.”

>You head back over to the couch and sit next to Fizzle, who shudders when you sit down.

>”A-are you sure, b-bro? I m-mean… no, y-you should totally… like….”

>He stops and looks at you.

>His face is becoming really red.

>”A-anon, y-you smell really n-nice….  N-not in a g-gay way or anything…! Uh, you should l-let me b-borrow your cologne s-so I can pick up s-some… hot… dragon g-girls…. “

 

>Why is he so damn adorable?

>You can’t do this anymore.

>You need to find out if he was a girl at some point, or if he is just pretending, or….

>You look down and realize that your hand is on Fizzle’s thigh.

>Fizzle’s thighs are more muscular than the rest of his body, yet he still feels soft to touch.

>Fuck.

>You want to pull your hand away, but it feels as if it is glued on to his thigh.

>Fizzle laughs nervously.

>You start to feel him rub his tail against your leg.

>You pull your hand back quickly.

>You grab a pillow from behind you and put it on your lap.

>You don’t want him to see your growing member.

>Fizzle reaches out to you nervously.

>”A-anon! D-don’t worry, I w-won’ tell anyone…. I mean… it’s n-not gay or something… it’s just two b-bros hanging out and… y-yeah!”

>His tail keeps rubbing your leg gently.

>You feel your dick getting harder.

>This is not happening.

>You look up at Fizzle.

>His gentle eyes look nervous and scared.

>He wants you to accept him.

>No one else has.

>He wants to get really close to you.

>Maybe you’ll let him….

>Just to make him feel better.

>It can’t be easy for him.

“F-fizzle. Uh….”

>You can’t even think of what to say.

>But that’s fine because Fizzle knew what to do.

>He knows that you want to get close to him.

>Fizzle is on top of you, this body pressed tightly against yours.

>You feel his arms grab you, trying to pull you closer.

>He starts to kiss your neck, and your chest.

>You don’t know what to do.

>You feel as Fizzle started it, but there is no way he can take charge with anything else.

>Fizzle pulls away from you quickly and stands up.

>He is trembling slightly and sweating profusely.

>”Anon… S-sorry I j-just… I t-though maybe y-you wanted to wrestle! Y-yeah!”

>He gives you a friendly punch.

>He looks at you for a few seconds, but he catches your eyes on his nether region.

>You see that his playful “wrestling” has given him a massive erection.

>You can’t take your eyes off of his throbbing, red dragon cock.

>Fizzle quickly turns around in shame.

>”S-sorry! I… I d-don’t know w-what….”

>You get up from the couch and pose a fake yawn.

“I’m super tired, Fizzle…. Maybe w-we should just hit the hay. You are more than welcome to stay here tonight.”

>You walk quickly towards your bedroom.

>Too much. Too much stuff is going on.

>Sleep is good.

>You throw off your clothes and jump into your bed.

>You like Fizzle a lot.

>You think he has potential to be a good friend.

>But that’s it.

>You aren’t gay.

>You can’t see yourself with him like that.

>But Fizzle sees something in you.

 

>Sleeping it off will be good for you.

>Just deal with it in the morning….

>Before you can get too comfortable, you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

>You really don’t want to talk with Fizzle right now.

>But… he does need you.

>You get up and open it for him.

>Fizzle is fiddling with his claws and staring at the ground.

>”H-hey, bro… d-do you think that m-maybe I could crash in h-here with y-you? I c-can sleep on the g-ground or….”

>You don’t want to even do anything else at this point.

>You’ll keep being nice to him.

>It’s not like you to act mean to anyone.

>And you don’t want to act mean to cute ol’ Fizzle.

“You can take my bed, I have a sleeping bag.”

>Reluctantly, Fizzle obliges and lies down.

>He must feel really bad about it.

>You grab your sleeping bag out of the closet and unroll it at the foot of the bed.

>”Sleep over w-with my new b-best bro, Anon…. T-this is awesome….”

>You can’t help but feel good that you’re making Fizzle feel wanted.

>But you can’t get over the fact that he is coming on to you.

>Maybe he just doesn’t realize it?

>You plop on your sleeping bag and get comfortable.

>You’ll just deal with it tomorrow.

>”Good night, A-anon.”

“Good night, Fizzle.”

>How are you supposed to deal with a dragon coming on to you?

>You can’t help but acknowledge that you feel some sort of adoration towards Fizzle.

>You’re just friends.

>Bros.

>That’s it.

>Nothing more.

>Again, you’ll deal with it tomorrow.

>You hear Fizzle snore gently above you.

>This isn’t too bad.

>You’ll just let him know that you aren’t interested in him because you aren’t gay.

>Easy.

>Alright, time to sleep.

>…

>…

>The floor is uncomfortable.

>Fuck it.

>You quietly get up and climb into your bed.

>Fizzle is quietly snoring.

>You’ll just sleep facing the other direction.

>No problem, no homo.

>After a few seconds of adjusting, you are lying comfortably in your bed.

>Next to Fizzle, who is still gently snoring.

>”… A-anon… y-you’re s-so….”

>You turn to look at Fizzle.

>He must be talking in his sleep.

>You laugh and shrug it off.

>”…you’re so hot, b-bro… how…. Do… you do…. It…?”

>Fizzle rolls over closer to you.

>You give up.

>You decide to face the same direction as Fizzle.

>After getting comfy, you put your arm around Fizzles midsection.

>You are too tired to really comprehend what’s going on.

>You’ll just make Fizzle comfortable and feel wanted.

>You snuggle closer to Fizzle and close your eyes.

>Damn he feels good….

 

>Fuck….

 

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