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 >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