GWTBG: Stormy Sleepover

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>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.