Title:           (nsfw) SpearGarb
Author:          DaydreamGlare
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First Edit:      Sunday 14th of July 2013 04:30:53 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 14th of July 2013 04:30:53 AM CDT

>Well, Fizz's been gone for a while.
>His parents decided to come down and show him the migration path or something.
>I guess they're afraid he'll get lost.
>I'm kinda afraid he'll get lost too.
>Least we got plenty of hot action before he left.
>I guess this gay shit isn't so bad.
>Just wish he was still around...it's been like eight fucking days and I might as well color my whole groin blue.
>But shit, Spear came back yesterday.
>Spear is my BRO man... Like you don't understand.
>He and I were bros like, the moment we came out of our eggs.
>Seriously, before he went out to travel by himself, we were inseperable.
>He was really good at coming up with ways to prank Fizzle.
>Just thinking about that motherfucker makes me smile.
>Which is why I was a little bummed when he went on his little life quest.
>But I had all kindsa brospect for him, so I had to let him go. You never hold a bro up from following his dreams.
>He was out in gryphonlands...looking for...well, he didn't say what he was looking for when he left.
>He's changed alot since he came back.
>Maybe it's Fizzle's fault that I'm noticing these things now but...
>Spear is one of the only dudes I know who has hair, and he let it grow out while he was gone.
>Blonde and deep purple look pretty good together if you ask me...
>Shit, I just said hi to him yesterday before he went off to nap from his long flight.
>Purple really fits his curves...it feels like he's gotten smaller though.
>Maybe I just filled-out more than he did.
>Honestly, when I first saw him I thought he was a chick.
>Maybe my memory is bad, but even his voice sounds more effeminate.
>Even the way he holds his hands with grace and delicacy started to shine through to me.
>Then again, I guess Spear had always been one of the weirder ones of us.
>Always really taking care of himself.
>Polishing his scales and his horns.
>Making sure his claws were never chipped.
>And even when we gave him shit about it he stayed cool-headed.
>Come to think of it, he really is an oddball. Most of us would get red-eyed at shit like that.
>But he just never acted that way.
>He was always the calm to my storm.
>I guess that's why we were tight bros before he went off to dick around with gryphons.
>And now that we've both gotten a bit older and he's gotten a bit...hotter... Our hang-out tonight should be interesting.
>Or maybe Garble Jr is just lonely without his white-and-pink ass to confide in.
>That's how I ended up taking a long nap so I could stay up with him tonight.
>Show up to his little hovel of a cave.
>He grins up to me when I come in, his tail already swaying.
>Not seeing your best bro in a while, ya gotta give him a hug.
>A bro hug of course.
>A really tight brohug.
>A really tight brohug with the most petite girl I know.
>"Goddamn, dude, I've missed you like crazy," he says, sighing with relief as I hug him tightly.
>His voice is full of wistfulness.
>He smells kinda strange for that matter.
>Whatever, gryphons have weird shit. He probably was around alot of it.
>Pull back from the hug and smirk at him, "Well, shit man, you left me hangin long enough!"
>He laughs and it's like a bunch of jingling bells to my ears.
>Spear brushes his claw over his bangs, but they fall back almost exactly where they were before.
>Thanks to Fizzle, I find this action cute.
>It's like Spear knows exactly what to do to make a bro need a rut all of a sudden.
>However, I don't feel like losing any teeth tonight, so I'm not even gonna bring the shit up.
>He's my bestie, after all. I'm just here for him.
>But god is he a prize to look at.
>Fucking unobtainable treasure bullshit.
>"Sorry, Garbs," he smiles again and takes a seat on a couch he stole from some ponies a couple years ago.
>Plop down next to him.
>Get to the point.
>"So what the hell did you go looking for anyway, man? With how long you've been gone, I'd like to think you found the shit."
>He grins scandalously, "I was looking for herb, man."
>Raise a brow at him, "You mean that shit's actually real?"
>"Yeah dude, Gilda wasn't lying about it."
>I laugh. Yeah, I remember that crazy bitch.
>So I ask, "Is it as good as she made it out to be?"
>He smirks, reaches under the couch cushion, pulls out a brown paper bag and gives it a shake, "Wanna find out?"
>Like I'd say no, "You're fuckin right, I wanna find out."
>Watch as he produces some little pieces of paper.
>He pours the herb into one of them and starts to roll it up.
>I'll never understand how he's so good with his claws.
>If I had to do something that delicate, that flimsy paper crap would probably be confetti in seconds.
>Why am I picturing those precise digits handling something attached to my crotch?
>Glance up at the ceiling while he finishes.
>Don't need to pop a boner while he's about to get us ripped as hell.
>"Hey dude, check this shit out," he says mischievously.
>I watch as he puts the joint in his lips.
>He tilts it upward his mouth and snorts some red fire from his nose.
>It burns and lights the end of the herb-filled paper.
>The cherry glows a little brighter as he sucks in the ensuing smoke.
>Watch as that cherry travels down a good bit of the paper before he pinches it from his mouth with his claws.
>Starting to wish that suction was being applied to my-
>Goddammit, dick, shut up.
>He's giving me an interested gaze with lidded-eyes as he blows the smoke out into the cave.
>"This shit's better than cider, dude," he comments suggestively as he hands me the burning roll.
>Something about the way he's looking at me and the way he says that makes my cheeks feel red.
>Dammit, I wish Fizz would get back already.
>"I guess we'll see about that," I say as I take it from his grip and mimic his actions.
>It's got a nice taste. Earthy, but a little rancid
>Dragons are into that sort of thing.
>"Tastes good, huh?" he smirks as he sees the look on my face when I exhale the plume of smoke. He's leaning towards me expectantly.
>Like he's aiming to please.
>I let the all the fumes drift out of my lungs before I answer, "Yeah man, this shit's not bad."
>One joint turns into two.
>Two joints turn into four.
>Shit man, why are we even laughing?
>Poke at my cheek a few times because it feels rather interesting now, "I feel like I'm fucking floating dude."
>We both laugh, he with his hand over his mouth before he says, "Dude, your eyes are as red as mine, I bet."
>They do feel kinda dry now that he mentions it, but I don't give a damn at this point. This is fucking tranquility right here.
>"Roll another one, bro, this shit's good," I hand him the last bit of the one we're on now.
>I lost count.
>Doing my best to hold my urges down. I just want to see him wrap his lips around another one.
>I find out real quick that I like this shit...
>Only problem now is, I can't even hold my cock in anymore.
>Neither can he apparently.
>Raise a brow at him while he's rolling the next one, "Hey man, Spear Junior came out to say hi, huh?"
>"Yeah dude, this shit does that to ya," he laughs like it's no big deal.
>Like it's no big deal that both our dicks are harder than we've ever felt them before.
>No sweat that we're both making pools of pre on our legs and hotboxing this cave.
>"So you smoked out with gryphons with a fuckin chubby?" I laugh and he laughs too after he hits the roll.
>"Yeah dude, they were all ragin too," he replies, not even hiding the fact that he's admiring mine when he hands me the joint again.
>Goddamn this shit is good, it's making me feel like my cock is like twice as big as usual.
>It's intoxicating in so many ways that cider isn't.
>He apparently decides we should keep talking about dicks.
>As I'm handing him the smoke again, he comments, "Shit, Garbs, how many girls have you ripped apart with that thing? They must be all over you."
>Complimenting a guy's size, probably one of the biggest turn-ons for creatures as egotistical as dragons.
>I grin at him confidently and give a buck of my hips, making pre drip on my bellyscales, "They all turn in to sluts around me," I lie a little.
>He licks his lips slowly after taking his hit- smoke curling around his face as his one eye looks at me through his veil of hair, "With good reason, I'd say."
>As I'm putting the joint to my lips, he wordlessly gets to his knees and between my legs, "You just enjoy that Garbs. I'mma smoke something else."
>Days of back up.
>Sultry bedroom eyes from that girlish expression Spear is wearing.
>My dick twitches eagerly at his words.
>There's no way to say no.
>I can't help but smirk victoriously and take another slow drag.
>Blow the smoke down towards him, "Smoke away, bud."
>He rumbles blissfully up to me.
>Even his rumble is effeminate-sounding.
>Those soft purple lips take purchase around the tapered crown of my cock and slide down much farther than I was expecting them to.
>Fizzle tried once after I convinced him it would be okay if he kept his eyes closed.
>He could barely get halfway.
>All of the nerve endings in my dick are blasting pleasure to my brain.
>The joint crackles cheerfully as I hit it again.
>His one eye watches me from beneath his hair as those lips hug the base of my pulsing arousal.
>Spear's nose nuzzles fondly right into my pubic scales.
>I can't help but maintain eye contact with him.
>I'm so turned on that I'm rumbling now in response to his purr.
>Which, of course, makes his throat vibrate around my cock.
>I can even feel him swallowing as I start to douse his velvety maw with pre.
>When he slides his lips back to my tip, that deft tongue spirals around my girth for a lewdly welcome hug.
>I sigh out the next lungful of smoke with a groan, my hips bucking forward softly.
>This herb makes you slower, but everything you feel is enhanced one hundred percent it seems like.
>Every little slide of his cheeks, grip of his tongue, warm squeeze of his throat- I can feel it.
>And he knows it.
>He proves that by gently swaying his head, gently gulping, softly moving his tongue to stroke with the movement of his slow head-bobbing.
>Stone crackles beneath us as my claws dig into the floor.
>"Ffffuck...Spear...goddamn that's good shit..." Smoke puffs out of my mouth with each word.
>I can barely register the couch holding me as I lean back, shoving my cock into his throat yet again.
>As though this was the signal, he slides his head away until I'm not in his mouth anymore.
>My cock slaps wetly against my bellyscales, and the arcing motion throws pre on my cheek.
>His tongue slides from my base to my aching tip.
>He makes a point of licking up a drop of pre that was there.
>That one, cute eye meets my gaze again as he purrs out, "I know something that'll feel even better..."
>I'm about to ask him what, but he turns around and crawls forward a few feet.
>Without any shame whatsoever, his tail slides up and points to the ceiling.
>Round purple rump cheeks surrounding a bright-yellow crack wiggle in my direction.
>Purposefully, he clenches that needy hole for me.
>Don't register the sound of my own pre splattering healthily to the floor.
>He turns back at me with a luscious smirk, "Damn, man, you're pretty fuckin blitzed~"
>"Yeah," I agree as I pull myself to my feet, "Yeah I am."
>Practically fall ontop of him on my own hands and knees.
>Prod my slick, dripping rod desperately at that teasing pucker.
>He moves with me, possibly having done this before.
>Not a moan this time when my fat length slides in.
>He looks back at me from under that veil that hides half his face.
>Licks his lips.
>Gives off a sultry, "Mmmm~"
>Like he's being relieved of some great hunger.
>Like he's about to enjoy some gourmet gems.
>Like he's been wanting me to fuck him for years.
>Much like the cave itself, things get rather foggy after that.
>He moans loudly as I start to pound into him.
>He wants it and I know it.
>This herb stuff must really do some synergy shit with my stamina.
>I ram him into the ground for a while.
>Grabbed the back of his legs somewhere in the midst of this.
>Held him against me as I flopped back onto the couch.
>Dig my claws into his thighs as not only do I thrust up into him, but he bounces and slaps his pert ass cheeks against my lap to bury that cock deeper.
>Somehow in the midest of this, he ends up facing me.
>I can feel his cock rubbing against my abs as he pulls my head towards him.
>Fizz did this once, he tasted like sapphires.
>We both taste like herb.
>I don't even care. I'm too turned on to care.
>I start fucking him harder, putting more strength into it.
>Sensuality and lust all in one package.
>Next thing I know, I have his back pinned to the couchback and I'm standing.
>Stuffing him with upward-jutting thrusts as his hips hang off the couch.
>Something about this position really sets him off.
>His voice reaches a girly pitch that I didn't think he was even capable of.
>The sound of it makes me want to ram my hips harder against him.
>Make his rump red with a spanking from my hips.
>Without warning, his cock jumps and ropes of pre start lining his yellow, scaly torso.
>Red fire bursts from his mouth as he roars with no care in the world but the bliss he's now in.
>I feel my world pulse vividly around me.
>My vision blurs some as I feel every little muscle in his tight rear constricting powerfully around my invading shaft.
>Nothing could prepare me for that.
>My hips jerk erratically and my knees buckle some from the feeling.
>But I don't stop thrusting.
>I want to hear him moan.
>He screams my name.
>I want to hear him scream louder.
>The next thrust pierces my body as well as his.
>It's like a needle of hot, burning-white pleasure was dropped into my cock head.
>It flows like lightning into the rest of my body, stealing sensations of normalcy in my nerve-endings and replacing them with shuddering, fiery bliss.
>He whimpers shrilly as my dick thickens in his hole.
>My roar reverberates the cave powerfully.
>I can hear the squelching as my load not only paints his insides white, but drobbles out and splatters lewdly to the floor of the cave.
>The two of us remain frozen for a while as my seed empties into his curvy body.
>The air is still as smoky as it was before.
>It's hot in here in so many different ways.
>The two of us huff pathetically for a while.
>He's still holding on to the back of the couch with his hands over his head- like he's trying to come back down to earth or something, "Shit, Garb...where did you learn to fuck so good...?"
>Pant a few more times before I answer, "I guess I'm just a stud, Spear."
>Lean in and nip at his nose.
>Slip in the pre and seed beneath my feet.
>Couch knocks over and we both and up on the floor.
>"Ow, shit dude..." he groans as we settle together, "Didn't know you were such a violent cuddler."
>"Fuck cuddling," I say as I nip at his cheek, "This is just an extended bro-hug. You've been gone forever."
>He chuckles and shakes his head, but still wraps his arms around me, "You are high as fuck, Garb."
>"And I have you to thank for it, asshole," I use my weight to keep him pinned.
>Neither of us wanna move anyway.
>Apparently this herb shit makes you sleepy.
>I don't have any qualms sleeping on the floor with Spear's cute ass.
>I dream of threesomes.
>Fuck, I'm glad he came back.
>Little do I know that there is a rather red-in-the cheeks Fizzle that sees us in the mouth of the cave in the morning.
>May you live in interesting times, I guess.
>Stupid Sexy Spear.