FizzleXAnon 2

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>Another month goes by

>Familiar banging at the door

>Not even sunrise this time

>Spike's there with his hobostick and a bright smile

>Time for weekend with the dragons

>Lock up, get your stuff, head off with him

>Usual walk, Spike complaining about Twilight, lusting for Rarity, etc

>You're only half listening, wondering how things are going to go

>Specifically how Fizzle is going to be

>Nothing really happened between you two last time, he grinded into your crotch a little but you turned out to be too tired

>For real tired, not even an excuse

>Next day was just as awkward, him constantly double-backing on everything he said or did

>You had to admit it was cute

>You kept assuring him things would be alright and you and him were still bros

>Last thing he did was let you keep the bag of beef jerky to take back with you

>And promise you wouldn't mention the previous night to anyone

>You agreed, not just because of the food, but he was a good dragon and didn't need to worry himself sick

>You get there, Spike finishing up some story you didn't listen to

>Expect the usual welcome from the gang

>They don't disappoint, you're already being carried to the top of volcano

>Notice Fizzle and wave to him

>He blushes and waves back, looking around like he's about to get caught doing something wrong

>Rest of the day go fairly the same as the last times

>Fizzle makes a point to make physical contact with you any chance he gets though

>A tackle here, a dunk in the lave there, he's definitely a little braver about roughhousing with you

>But if you reciprocate any form of attention he goes back to being skittish and fidgety

>You nearly give him a heart attack when you ask him for a hand out of the lava

>Garble shoves him in before he can grab your hand

>You end up helping him up

>He's got a goofy smile on his face as you lift him out of the lava

>Like if you just called him handsome or something

>"Th-thanks Anon...lava's deeper than I remember, hahhahaha"

>Oh Fizzle...

>Day finishes up a little earlier than normal

>Garble said something about meeting a lady friend and how he was going to use Spike to make him look mature

>Whatever the hell that meant

>Spike looked equally confused but he had that little brother complex with the red dragon so you don't object

>Without their leader, the rest slowly disperse

>All but you know who

>Sun was going down and Fizzle lands next to you when the last of the other dragons is out of sight

>"H-hey, Anon...lava was nice today, ya?"

>He's smoothing out his head-scales like hair

>But looking at your feet, every so often looking up

>Dear god he's adorable

>You agree and go looking for your backpack with your non-vaporized effects

>Can feel his eyes on you when you turn around

>Still feels kinda weird to be eye-fucked when your back is turned

>"So...umm...wanna...ya know, go back to...my cave?  I have a more things to...we could..."

>"I got more...stuff ya know....and I cleaned...its nicer! And umm....uhh...yea...."

>Bending over in front of him wasn't a good idea

>Getting your pants on quickly snaps him back to earth

>"S-so yea? My place? You remember where it is right? Over there?"

>You pull your shirt on and turn back around

>He's pointing again

>His claw is shaking

>And he can't keep his eyes still to save his life

>You get an idea and smile

>You tell him it's still too early to go to his cave

>Before he could take that as a rejection, you suggest you and him do something

>"Do...something?  Like what, Anon?  I mean...ya I know there's lot to do!  Just...I mean...you and me...together?"

>Ask if dragons had bars or clubs something

>He shakes his head and looks at the ground defeated

>As if its somehow his fault and he ruined the night

>Before you could tell him ts alright he snaps back up

>"The griffins do though!  Dude we could fly there in no time, its where I gotcha that jerky last time!  Ya know...if you don't mind riding on my back again..I scrubbed my scales like three times so they're clean an' everything"

>You playfully ask what he meant by ride him

>"I-I mean...R-ride like so you can fly!  On my back...cause it would be weird if I carried you!  Right?  N-no homo!"

>God he's fun to tease

>You laugh and say sure

>He smiles and turns around so you can climb on

>The flight is not nearly as freezing with clothes on

>Not to mention you feel a little more comfortable holding on

>Poor Fizzle keeps trembling anytime you lean on him too much

>Try to limit this so he can focus on flying

>That and you don't wanna give him the wrong impression

>Still not sure how you feel about a dragon crushing on you

>Especially the fact you're both dudes

>Could be worse though, he was kinda cute

>Not to mention surprisingly soft

>If there had to be a dragon after your cock, least it was a more feminine one

>....wait what are you thinking?!

>Pushing the brief thought of homosex with a dragon out of your mind, you lean back a little

>Ass right onto the base of his tail

>He freezes up, nearly hitting a tree

>Whoops

>You arrive and dismount

>"This good, Anon?  I'll totally take you somewhere else if this place ain't cool enough.  Anything for...my best bro, right?"

>It's a pretty run of the mill bar

>Except the patrons were all griffins

>But you smelt something you thought you'd never smell again

>They had a grill in there!

>You're already salivating

>You tell Fizzle you love it and wanna go in

>His smile beams

>He almost takes your hand when he starts forward

>Almost

>You hand must have turned into a king cobra in his mind because he pulled his arm away faster than you've ever seen him move

>He blushes hotly and walks a few paces ahead, wings tight against his back

>You feel bad in that moment, poor Fizzle must be a nervous wreck

>Guy needs a drink to calm down, you wager

>Go inside, the griffins don't pay you much mind, scruffy looking barkeep tells you to sit wherever

>This close to dragon lands they're probably used to oddball species popping in

>better that way, every time you go to bar in Ponyville half the place feels the need to say hello

>Find a booth that's big enough for the both of you

>Ask Fizzle what he drinks

>"Huh?  Oh....umm...ya know...I umm..."

>He taps his claws and looks around the bar

>"I like...ya know....beer....with....stout...and...bro drinks, ya know?  Shots!"

>He doesn't drink

>Maybe we'll keep it that way tonight

>He's your ride home after all

>And if the simple act of your butt being close to his nearly sends him into a dive...

>You look through the menu, trying to figure out what it says

>Griffin syntax is weird

>Ask Fizzle if he understands it at all

>He looks at the menu and nods, reading it off to you

>You scoot closer to follow along

>He starts to stutter, the proximity of your hips and legs throwing off his train of thought

>But he keeps going, rattling off weird sounding stuff

>You listen, trying to make sense of any of it

>Praise whatever gods run this universe if you can get a beer and a steak tonight

>Sure enough, they have both

>Slide back to your side of the booth, giving Fizzle some space to calm down

>He barely can, because now you're facing him and the thought of a steak has you in high spirits

>You order a little too excitedly, the waitress get taken aback bit

>If only she knew what a year of vegetables and cupcakes was like

>Fizzle gets exactly what you get

>"We wanted the same thing, who woulda thought, Anon? Heh, crazy right?"

>Really Fizzle?

>He must have sensed how pathetic that sounded

>The look you gave him didn't help

>"I-I mean, I just...ya know, wanted to try what my best bro likes! Cause you're...really...ya know...awesome..."

>More fidgeting and eye darting

>You say thanks just as mugs of foamy...something arrive

>Both of you are a little weary of the stuff

>You try it, not too terrible

>Fizzle sniffs it and licks some of the head with his tongue

>He coughs and wipes his mouth

>You can't help but chuckle at his beer-virigin-ness

>"Stuff is...way too weak for dragons! Y-you can have mine if you want, ain't gonna buzz me at all"

>You let him off the hook and thank him

>"N-no worries, Anon. What are best buds for than to share...drinks an stuff"

>Awkward circumstances aside, this was a great night

>Belly full of steak and griffin beer, you've got a good buzz and are a lot more chatty than Fizzle is used to

>Going on about your home, what you do back in Ponyville, the shenanigans the other ponies have gotten you in

>Even mentioning the human world a bit

>Fizzle hanging onto every word, genuinely interested

>Not to mention happy you were doing most of the talking for once

>He looked a lot more relaxed

>So long as you didn't ask him about himself that was, but you avoided that subject when it became obvious he was touchy about it

>Check paid, you suggest you head back to his cave

>That magma bath of his was a damned good idea right now

>Go to stand and nearly stumble

>How strong was that beer anyhow?

>Don't fall completely

>Fizzle leaps up to catch you

>He's holding you

>His face an inch from yours

>He has really nice eyes they match his hair scales

>His lips quiver slightly

>You say thanks and laugh, saying something about helicopters

>He blushes and pulls away

>Stands you back up and lets you go

>"D-don't mention it...best buds right?"

>You laugh again and give him a shove toward the door, calling him your best dragon

>Completely miss Fizzle suppressing a squee from that comment

>Fuck, you're tipsy

>Walk it off, Anon, walk it off

>Outside, haphazardly climb on Fizzle's back

>A lot less aware of how you're holding him this time around

>He takes off, you squeeze his middle to hang on

>Nearly sends him into another tree

>Gotta watch that

>Shout out that you thought you're the one who had one too many

>He chuckles nervously but doesn't answer

>With a few beers in ya this doesn't seem as weird as you felt before

>Who wouldn't want a big dragon pal?  

>So what if he wants your cock

>It's a nice cock

>You've always enjoyed it

>Why wouldn't you wanna share?

>Burst out laughing at this train of thought

>Fizzle doesn't know whats so funny but he laughs with you as he touches down at his cave

>Lets you off, you stumble a little more

>You wrap an arm around him to keep steady

>Feel him instantly tense up

>Tell him flat out to relax and get you to the magma pool

>That's when you notice his cave

>Holyshit

>His gem pile is about half as big as it was but in place of the straw pile was an massive feather bed

>There's a few pieces of furniture now and a torch here and there

>The whole place is cleaner too

>Its still a cave at the end of the day but you can tell he spent the last month trying to make it nicer

>You tell him as much, commenting on the bed specifically

>"Huh? Oh yea that thing? Y-yea I got tired of hay...cause...ya know...it made my scales itch. I dunno who told me to get that thing but its...soft and stuff...good for...erm...uhh..."

>You finish his sentence for him

>Not sure if you said cuddling or fucking but either one was enough to make him clam up and do his nervous-dragon-dance

>You'd never admit it but you love when he clicks his claws together and can't look forward

>Reach the magma pool

>He even made this nicer

>Somehow the edges are smoother and there's steps

>You start stripping down

>He's watching

>Staring

>Your pants come off and you hear him swallow hard

>Not paying attention, you walk toward the magma pool and chuck your boxers over your shoulder

>They land on his snout

>Too distracted by the warmth of the pool to notice he nearly faints

>You go into full relax mode, leaning back into the warm stuff

>You call him over

>He's squeezing his legs together while he walks

>And covering his waist with his claws

>Not sure if cute or hilarious

>Try not to laugh, not sure how he'd take it

>Once he gets in he relaxes some

>The magma concealing his shame helps a lot

>You smile, commenting on how good it feels

>He just nods

>You lean on him a little

>You can feel his heart pounding in his chest

>"Th-this is...you're...umm...I...heh...umm"

>You shush him

>You run a hand down his leg and watch his eyes close and neck crane

>Brush against something else down there

>Dear christ is that his...

>Bolder than normal, you give him a squeeze down there

>"Ahh!!  Anon I ....ahh...umm...aahhh!!!"

>You stroke it a little, a mischievous smirk on your face

>It throbs suddenly and...oh

>The magma gets a little cooler for a moment

>Did he just...

>You look up questioningly

>He looks mortified

>"I don't....I...what just happened umm...that..."

>He did

>You tell him its alright

>Its not like he made a mess, what witht he molten rock you're in

>You feel bad for him though, that was probably the first time someone ever

>"I'm...I'm sorry Anon...I didn't mean....you're just...your hands....feel really...nice..."

>You tell him it doesn't bother you

>Doesn't seem to make him feel better

>You're not sure what to say

>All of a sudden Fizzle sits up

>"I'll....Ill make it up to you Anon!  You'll see...I'm still your best dragon, right?"

>You agree but not sure what he means by...

>He' lifts you out of the magma and sits you on the edge of the pool

>His head is now level with your...oh....

>Fizzle takes you in his mouth

>You go from flaccid to hard as rock in an instant

>You think to object to this but....wow...

>His mouth is somehow warmer than the magma

>And his tongue...

>It's like silk against your...

>And he's so eager

>You don't even hide how good this feels and let out a moan

>You're shaking, digging your hands into the edge of the pool

>Can't help but begin to hump his mouth

>He looks up, slowing his pace a little

>Looking for approval

>Even when he's going down on you he's cute...

>You urge him on, petting his pink scales

>You can't sit up anymore

>You lean back on the rock floor

>Fizzle climbs out of the pool, keeping your cock entirely in his mouth the whole time

>Thank god for the beer or you would have exploded already

>His whole mouth bobs up and down on you

>He grabs your hips with his claws pulling you deeper into his mouth

>He's so hungry for your cock

>You put your hands on his horns, fucking his mouth

>It's even warmer than marevag, you can't believe it

>Not to mentions smoother

>And his throat...it's like...you can't even begin to..

>His tongue slides down your length and wraps around your package

>Holyshiholyshitholyshit

>You're practically screaming it feels so good

>Your whole body is shaking under him

>You can't hold on to him anymore, you're bucking and flailing like a ragdoll beneath him

>You can't remember your name anymore

>But you moan his

>Makes him double his efforts, swallowing your cock and holding it deep in his long throat

>You feel the inevitable building

>You tell him you're about to finish

>Just in case he doesn't want to...

>It only makes him hungrier

>Blue dragon breath slips from his nostrils and carresses your lower body

>That sets you well over the edge

>You explode like you haven't had an orgasm in years

>From how this felt, that might actually be the case

>You cum buckets into his mouth, him eagerly swallowing every drop of your load

>Even when you have nothing left to give, he keeps milking you

>Squeezing your sack with his silky tongue

>Its too much and you have to tell him to stop

>He slowly withdraws, licking every inch of you along the way

>You can't even move you're so spent

>He lays next to you and puts a claw on your chest

>"So....umm....Anon...it's like....not gay if you don't get it in my eyes...right?"

>You're so disconnected from the world right now, you barely hear him

>Just nod

>He thanks you and squeezes you close to him

>"You taste really good...ya know...that's the only reason why I swallowed it...heh"

>Whatever Fizzle