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 >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.
+>Somehow in the midst 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.
+>I can hear the squelching as my load not only paints his insides white, but dribbles 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.
+>Little do I know that there is a rather shocked and 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.
+>Fuck, how am I going to explain this.
 >Stupid Sexy Spear.