Fizzle X Anon 4

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>Morning rolls around

>You don't get up when you normally do

>You had one hell of a night

>Also Fizzle is cuddling you with a death grip

>Its cute but he's a lot stronger than he lets on

>So lay there

>Try not to think about how you're stuck to the sheets

>Or WHY you're stuck to the sheets

>No more cider for a long time

>Fizzle is nuzzling your neck now

>Breathing his hot breath down your shoulder

>Why does he have to be so cute?

>Even his little excuses why having sex together isn't gay are cute

>Every time he says them you wanna give him a kiss

>Wait when did YOU become gay?

>...wait when did you care about that sort of thing?

>There's nothing wrong with playing on both teams

>He'll get over his crush

>You'll go back to fucking a barely conscious Berry Punch in the bar's alleyway

>As if he can read your thoughts, Fizzle's starts licking your neck

>He mumbles something about an emerald

>Why exactly do you want to back to meaningless sex again?

>Maybe this is better?

>He's just so nice to be around

>Like a best friend

>A best friend who you can have incredible sex with

>"...mmmmm....no....no leave the emeralds...I wanna lick them...."

>You decide you'll worry about all this later

>Finally wiggle out of his grasp and sit up

>He immediately stirs and yawns

>Looks up to you with adorable pink eyes

>"Morning Anon...umm..."

>He looks around, sees the scorch marks on the walls

>And the sheets

>Both the crumpled parts and the clawed up parts

>"....crazy night, eh? Gotta be careful next time we do bro's night out, heh....."

>He's not completely awake

>But you can see the anxiety rising in his features as he takes in the damage you guys did

>Its just sheets

>And wallpaper

>His butt probably aches too

>Tell him you need a shower

>"Good thinking, Anon...it'll help you wake up...I'll....umm...clean up in here...."

>His ears are doing that droopy thing

>And dear god he's holding his tail under the covers

>You can't leave him alone in here he'll panic

>Him panic-cleaning might be more harm than good

>But you know it'll be impossible to argue with him

>Unless...

>You ask him if he'd like to shower with you

>"Really? Anon...I mean...isn't that a little...ya know...two guys in a shower its just...isn't it..."

>He whispers the last word in that sentence

>You groan and grab his arm

>Give him a tug out of bed

>Zero resistance

>His face gives it away

>He loved every second of you being so dominant and direct

>You're such a mush pot, Fizzle

>You lead him to the bathroom

>You're both naked already so, running the water

>Fizzle has his back to the wall

>Staring at you while you bend over to adjust the temperature

>Purposely take your time

>Even with the water running full blast you can hear him fidgeting

>Never thought much of your own butt before

>Nice to have a fan

>Deliberately sway left to right

>Hear him gulp and breath a little quicker

>Straighten up, climb in, water is perfect

>Feels amazing considering what you were drenched with last night

>"I'll...wait for you to finish, Anon...Ya know, bro code, one bro per shower nozzle"

>Bro code?

>Give him a weird look

>"N-no really Anon...go ahead I'll wait...and...ummm..."

>You follows his eyes up and down your body

>Its getting hot in here...

>Awkward silence

>A lot of meat gazing from Fizzle

>You're not too comfortable with being eye-fucked

>You don't mind being checked out

>But now he's turning your morning shower into a shampoo commercial

>You don't wanna think about scrubbing yourself down

>While Fizzle jerks off in the corner

>Staring at you

>Nope, not having that

>You tell him to get in with you

>He comes back to earth

>But seems to appreciate to be told rather than asked

>He hops to it

>His claws are over his crotch

>You tell him his friend can come too

>His cheeks become redder than the dragon-meat he's trying to hide

>Fucking adorable

>Well, as adorable as a dragon hiding a hard-on can get

>It's only worse for him when he gets in

>Shower is kinda small

>Not really room for you, him, his spear and his wings

>You don't really like to fool around in the shower anyhow so its mostly scrubbing

>Fizzle makes the cutest noises when you got his back

>To be fair you're not quiet about it either

>Fizzle loved that part the most

>Or maybe he liked that you were making him useful?

>Either way you had to stop him before your back had no skin left

>Or before his claws got lower

>You both finish up

>You're out of the shower first

>You feel his gaze burning holes into your rear

>You're toweling yourself off

>Fizzle is positioned awkwardly behind the shower curtain

>Concealing his lower half

>"You...you go ahead Anon...I just need to...scrub something..hah hah. Sides you got clothes to get right?"

>Right

>Clothes

>Agree and decide not to think about what he's going to do in your shower

>But you bend over nice and slow to pick up a towel

>Hear him swallow and suppress a gasp

>Before you leave him to take care of himself

>Its not like he can put a pair of pants on and hide it

>Like you're on your way to do

>Get dressed

>Grab an apple for breakfast

>Get ready for work

>Work consists of hanging out in the market area and waiting for a pony to come with an odd job

>It pays the bills, don't judge

>Not like there's much else to do for money in a town like this

>Hear Fizzle moan loudly from the bathroom

>Followed very quickly by the water being turned on

>Sorta drowns him out

>Not enough for you to get a chubby from listening

>Stop it Anon, that's just as bad

>Go to the other room and try and read

>Keep looking up...

>Think of something else

>Louder groan from there

>Bite lip

>Just about to get up and pounce him but

>Fizzle leaves the bathroom

>Looks like a little kid who just broke a lamp

>You only hope he cleaned up after himself

>"Anon...umm..you have..nice...tiles...in there...yea...but um....your shower curtain kinda...."

>Something smells burnt

>Guess he really likes your ass...

>Chuckle and toss him an apple

>Tell him you need to go to work but he's free to do whatever

>"Oh...I guess I could...go..."

>He sighs the last part

>He doesn't want to leave

>You don't really want him to go either

>He's looking at the floor again

>You tell him he doesn't have to go back to the volcano

>Mention where Spike and Rarity go gem hunting

>His eyes light up at the mention of gems

>Still a dragon under all that cute

>"Wow...that sounds...that sounds awesome Anon! I'll bring you back some so you can....ya know...sheets...heh heh"

>You were trying not to think about the condition of your bedroom but you thank him for the offer

>He smiles and promises you the best emerald he finds

>You blush, thinking of early

>You tell him you hit the gym after work if its a slow day and head for the door

>"I'll meetcha there then, Anon! Gotta work on my muscles and stuff. and I can spot you! Best bros sweat together!"

>You can only imagine how much he'll be spotting you

>You agree and see him out

>He's already airborne, flying toward the gem quarry

>Time to see what the ponies broke today

>Work was thankfully slow

>You shot the shit with AJ mostly while she sold her apples

>Somehow the ponies managed to go the whole day without breaking anything

>You were pretty tired anyhow, you didn't get much sleep the night before

>You keep thinking about Fizzle digging gems up

>Bending over to pick them up

>Dammit, Anon, focus

>AJ noticed you were half here and asks whats up

>You fumble and say some lame excuse

>She shakes her head and starts packing up her wares

>Sun was beginning to dip in the west

>Most of the ponies heading home, market closing up

>Damn you were really out of it today

>Time to get a little gym in before dinner

>Head home, change, head back out

>When you get to the gym--

>Oh my lord

>Fizzle waves

>He's waiting by the door

>Dressed in black shorts and a tank top

>Both of which are a size too small for him

>On his body that's saying something

>Oh and a pink headband but you won't notice that for a few hours

>Before you can ask

>"H-hey Anon!  I umm...I found a lot of gems so...I traded some with Spike's friend..for the clothes...she said you'd like this...ya know because working out and it'll stop me from sweating on all the benches!"

>He clicks his claws together

>He looks visibly uncomfortable but looks to you for a compliment

>'She said you'd like this'?

>What the hell did he tell her?

>What the hell did Spike tell her?

>What the hell did Rarity infer from the aformented?

>Goddammit, she's probably gossiping all over town now

>You nod slowly and tell him he looks...

>Nice

>He smiles back and turns around

>You decide the previous 'oh my lord' deserves to be here

>His ass

>Those shorts

>They look like they're painted on

>His tail is held by the fabric, making it sway as he walks

>Your dick can't handle this right now

>Not after being ignored this morning

>Your shorts can't exactly handle your dick

>Adjust your shorts in a hurry before malfunction

>Follow him in

>Thoroughly forget what kind of workout you intended to do

>He wants to lift

>Because that's what bros do or whatever he said

>You can't concentrate on what he's talking about

>Which is kinda upsetting because he's talking a lot more than usual

>Feel like a bad friend

>But your mind keeps going back to his ass

>In those shorts

>You wanna rip them off

>And bend him over one of the machines

>Fuck it, everyone can watch

>Maybe they'll learn something!

>Wait what the hell, Anon?

>It doesn't make sense you've only seen him completely nude

>Why do a pair of tight gym shorts make you wanna throw him to the floor and rape his tight little--

>"Anon....umm...I said you wanna bench first or...should I?"

>Oh right weights

>Go first, need to burn off this energy

>Try to think about something else

>Anything else

>Fizzle spotting you

>Tight crotch hovering over your face

>Anything else other than that!

>Struggle with weights

>Remind yourself Rarity is giggling about this somewhere

>While telling all her chatty marefriends

>Renewed vigor Finish your set at least

>"Nice job, Anon! Thought you were gonna need help there!"

>Notice he sways his hips forward and back when he talks

>Very slightly but

>Its in your face

>Everything

>Bite lip

>You can't do this

>Sit up and wipe the sweat off your brow

>"...You OK, Anon? Did....did I push you too hard? I"m sorry I just---"

>You shake your head and tell him you're not feeling it today

>Half truth, cause you're certainling feeling something

>He nods a little, but you can tell he thinks he did something wrong

>Stand up, give him a good slap on the shoulder and tell him everything is cool

>And maintain eye contact

>Always

>Eye contact

>You tell him you're gonna run a little and he can keep lifting if he wants

>He agrees, rubbing his shoulder cutely where you gave him the whack

>Gotta find a treadmill

>Don't turn around

>Don't look....goddammit

>Running is going to be a project...

>Treadmills in a pony gym are different

>You need to get a unicorn to turn it on for you with magic

>So stand by one and wait

>Try to hide your massive erection

>Sorta succeed in holding it in the elastic of your shorts

>Course the second your done...

>Look up

>Treadmill unicorn standing there

>Of course its a mare

>Of course she's eye level with your shorts and saw most of everything

>Has a look of half arousal and half disgust

>She finally looks up, settling on disgust

>You don't address your issue, just ask to use the treadmill on a slow setting

>Just gonna walk it off

>She harrumphs and starts it for you

>Turns around and trots away

>Her ass doesn't look half as good as Fizzle's

>Dammit Anon

>Say it with me now

>Focus!

>Jump on the treadmill

>Start power walking

>Feel things beginning to cool off downstairs

>Good thinking

>Just look ahead

>Not much to look at, no TVs or anything

>Just the weight room

>Always kinda funny to watch the ponies do workouts

>You see Big Mac lifting a weight with his mouth, and that roided up muscle pegasus

>And Fizzle

>He's with muscle pegaus

>Doing squats

>Fizzle, you piece of shit

>Stumble a little

>Don't look

>Can't help it

>He just did another one

>Every time he goes all the way down

>His tail shoots up in the air

>Perfect curves

>Can barely make out his package pressing at the very bottom

>Mission utterly failed

>How have his shorts not split open?

>This is impossible

>You give up

>Cold shower

>Go home

>Fuck Fizzle

>Yea, that's a plan

>Get off the treadmill

>The unicorn can turn it off later

>Hurry off the to lockers

>Grab the largest towel you can find and wrap it around your waist

>Hope nobody saw the condition you're in

>Strip under the towel

>Don't care about where your clothes land

>Ponies have no use for them

>Especially your pre-stained undergarments

>Holding your towel to you strategically, you sprint to the showers

>Its a wide open space with a bunch of nozzles

>Best you can do for privacy is stand in the corner

>Brace yourself for the cold water

>"H-hey...Anon?"

>Oh no

>Take a deep breath and say hi

>Don't turn around

>"...Is...are you ok? You looked a little red and you ran into...oh..."

>He saw whats wrong

>Its impossible to hide, really

>You peek over your shoulder

>He's still in his outfit

>Those shorts

>They're beginning to tighten in front, he's blushing and staring at your trembling cock

>Fuck

>Can't take it anymore

>Divebomb him

>Fizzle gasps when his back hits the wall

>Your tongue is down his throat

>You rip his shirt off with one swift motion

>Sorry Rarity

>His wing hits the nozzle and the shower turns on

>Room begins to fill up with steam

>You break from your kiss and immediately start pulling at his shorts

>He says something

>Not sure what

>Don't care

>You can't wait anymore

>Claw and pull at the elastic

>They finally tear free

>His cock springs right into yours

>No time for that though

>You turn him around

>Your erection is so stiff its almost painful when you smack it against his bare ass

>He moans loudly from just that

>His tail shoots up

>Your fingers dig into his shoulders

>Lubed with only pre, your sweat and the steam, you plunge into his tight rear

>This isn't like in your home

>Or in his cave

>There's no awkwardness to make it cute

>Or alcohol to dull your senses

>You spent all day wanting this ass and now, in a public shower, you're taking it

>You don't care who sees, who hears, who walks in on you two

>You don't even bend him over, standing up against the wall is all he gets

>Every thrust sends his chest and claws into the tiles

>Every squeeze and slap of his ass makes him pant and beg for more

>You tell him to be quiet and take it

>And he's absolutely loving every second

>He's crying out, claws digging into the tile

>Screaming your name, begging for you to go harder

>You oblige

>Grabbing his tail like last time, you slam him into your package

>You can't hold onto it though, he's whipping it around like mad

>See spouts of blue flame shoot into the air

>The steam gets thicker, your bodies are pooling sweat under you

>You can barely even make him out, your vision is obscured by everything

>His ass slapping into your thighs, his tail flailing

>You reach around and grab his cock and squeeze hard

>Your touch was like a jolt of electricity to his body

>He moans and you feel his body shutter

>He's already cumming

>Reach further back and grab where his cock meets his body

>Feel his balls through those soft, plush scales

>Squeeze even harder

>The blue fire goes even higher in the bathroom as you milk him like an animal

>His ass clenches down on your cock and spurt after spurt of dragon cum splatters on the wall

>The smell hits your nostrils and you feel light headed

>Your mind swirls with desire

>A sense of feral need floods your actions as the musky scent of Fizzle's explosion gets stronger

>You can't help yourself

>You lean in and bite down on his shoulder

>Making him yours even more than you are already

>He squeals and begs for you to finish in him

>You bite down harder

>He pleads, crying your name out

>You barely hear him

>This isn't about him anymore

>Your cock throbs and swells in his ass, almost fighting with his tightening hole

>You feel your own seed beginning to build in your neithers

>You're really close

>You clench, trying to make this last

>Making Fizzle endure you a little longer

>He begs you again, this time his tail snakes around and pulls you into him even harder

>A few thrusts like that send you well over the edge

>The steam and smell of dragon musk, along with his desire for you trigger an intense orgasm

>You bite down harder, growling fiercely as you dump your hot load into his quivering cheeks

>You keep rutting him till your balls have been drained and his tight little shorts are a distant memory

>You're both panting, you almost snorting through your nostrils

>He's still puffing out whisps of blue flame

>You're still inside him, and you slowly pull out

>You take your load with you, most of it splattering on the floor

>Holy shit you needed that

>Trying to catch your breath

>The showers are ridiculously hot now

>And the steam is making it impossible to see

>So you don't quite make out Fizzle turning around

>And pulling you into a tight hug

>He's trembling

>So are you

>You pet his back, feeling a twinge of guilt for how you just treated him

>He seems to sense it and nuzzles your neck

>Relieved, you give him a squeeze

>Still trying to catch your breath

>The shower is like a sauna

>Even soaked from the water you're sweating profusely

>So much for not getting a good workout today

>"Anon...that...that was amazing...I...knew you'd like the shorts...heh heh"

>You nod against his chest, trying to regain your senses

>You can't remember when you've been that horny before

>Maybe dragon musk makes people lose their inhibition or something

>Something science...pheromones...something

>Can't think that complicated right now

>"Do you...think...maybe we should...ya know...we were kinda loud..."

>"Eeeeyup"

>Both of you look up

>Third voice

>Not human or dragon

>Standing in the entrance to the shower is Big fucking Macintosh

>His green eyes are wide like saucers, he's somehow blushing under that red coat and..

>His very hard member is throbbing between his hind legs

>Pointing accusingly at both of you

>Small puddle of pre under him

>Fizzle lets you go and blushes hotly, clicking his claws together and looking around nervously

>You're still too lost in your afterglow to care about how you look

>You ask him how long he's been there

>No answer, same 100 yard stare

>You start to ask again but Big Mac abruptly turns around and heads back into the locker room

>You hear one of the doors to a bathroom stall close and lock

>Faint sound of panting

>"He was....watching us shower?  Haha, geez, Anon, some of these these ponies are... ya know... fucking faggots, am I right?"

>He doesn't deliver the line with the level of confidence you need to pull off the level of slick he was going for

>But to his credit, he trucks on

>"Not like us, Anon...nope...we're best bro's and all but...I'm not about to watch some other guys ....ya know...do what...we did...that's really pushing it, ya know?"

>You ain't kidding, Fizzle