>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