Smokey’s big move. (A Tonic story)

>You are Smokey. You sit hunched over at the table in Zecora’s hut, wearing a perpetual scowl as you awkwardly shovel spoonfuls of cereal into your strange new maw.
>Your parents had an easier time adjusting to your sexuality than you’ve had getting used to this little filly’s body.
>You’ve been trying to stay positive, but everything in your life has been robbed from you!
>You raise your clumsy hooves to take another inelegant bite of breakfast, but a thump to the back of your head causes you to drop the spoon back into your bowl.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see that one of your small boots must have been thrown at you. With an exasperated sigh, you just ignore it. Tonic definitely doesn’t help your mood when she feels like fucking with you.
>Your lungs can hardly handle your cigarettes to the point where smoking them isn’t even satisfying anymore. Alcohol gets you completely smashed after just one drink due to your size, so you can’t really do that either. Not to mention your advances toward the big red stallion and the giant blue dragon are almost always waved off dismissively.
>No trucks, no smoking, no drinking, no kissing dudes, and no god damn thumbs. That’s like, your entire fucking checklist!
>A second thump to your head knocks your hat off, and you see yet another one of you little boots hit the floor beside you. You aren’t going to give her attention...
>Another begrudging spoonful, and you glance out of one of the windows in front of you. Puffy flakes of snow gently fall outside the hut. This is your first Christmas away from Earth. Or rather, ‘Hearths Warming’ as these animals call it.
>A third boot strikes you, this time glancing your shoulder.
“Go away, Tonic!” You shout into your cereal, not bothering to look back at her.
>A moment of silence passes, so try desperately to just finish your breakfast so you can go do something somewhere else.

>It’s going to suck thinking about home this holiday, not that you really had one back on Earth. You had friends at the bars you visited, they were better family than you’d ever had.
>It won’t be so bad, you have a new family now. Zecora took you in and gave you everything you needed to succeed, and there’s all of your new “friends” at school who really like you. You’re pretty sure one of the little colts *really* likes you, but fuck all that.
>And you have to say, even though she can be an annoying little shit, you’re most thankful for- your thoughts are interrupted by the fourth boot striking you.
“God damnit, Tonic!”
>You whip around in your seat to face her, and find that she’s peeking out from her room. She’s winding up her arm, preparing to throw your blue vest at you now, but she ducks back when you spot her.
“What do you want?!” You shout, your voice cracking.
>She finally walks out in full view, looking deflated that she had been caught.
“Put those boots on.” She says. “We’re going to a Christmas party with the rest of the dragons.”
>A groan escapes your lips. Those guys are the last people you want to see. They’re supposedly a bunch of former humans just like you, but they got to be dragons while you turned into a little mare! Absolute bullshit!
>And what’s worse is that four armed purple one. She’s got some sort of fixation with children, she adores them. Every time you see her she suffocated you until you nearly die a second time.
>It happens more often than you’d like. The damn dragon lives on Applebloom’s farm. Whenever you hang out with her, there’s a good chance the dragon will show up.
>There’s the two white ones. You’d love to party with them, if only you could. Then there’s the really mean red one, the really depressing yellow one, one that’s closer to your color that won’t stop taking pictures of you, and a black one.

>You’re pretty sure you hurt the black one’s feelings for not being amused by some magic trick he did, he was cute though. Maybe you could go and give him the attention he wants...
“Can’t I do something else?!” You beg. “Where’s Zecora? I could hang out with her.”
>”You had that chance. You said you didn’t wanna go to some ‘lame-ass dry party with the pink psycho.’”
>Your shoulders sag. You remember that now. Of the two groups, the dragons are definitely the lesser of two evils. Resigning yourself to the torture of the purple one, you sigh once more.
“Fine...”
>”it’ll be fun!” Tonic sings. “I got Daze to actually wear a dress. Khoa’s gonna be blown away.
>You don’t respond. It’s no use trying to explain to her that you have no idea who these dragons are. You can’t pay attention to *everything* She says. As you put on your boots, Tonic steps in front of a mirror and smooths down her dress.
>”How do I look?” She asks, giving you a twirl.
“The hell you mean?! You’re wearin’ the same fuckin’ dress ya always do.”
>Just then, the door to the hut opens, and in steps a marvelous blue hunk of meat. Shale, you can’t help but stare dreamily at him. He always walk around completely naked, his chiseled muscles and large frame constantly on display.
>”T-Tonic!” He gasps. “You look more amazing than i’ve ever seen you.”
>Tonic blushes and looks away.
“She’s wearin’ the same fuckin’ dress!” You squeak.

>”Did you change your mind about going to the party?” Tonic asks as if you hadn’t said anything.
>”No...I just came to deliver this present to you. I hear you and your friends are exchanging them.”
>He hands her a box, and stares at her with burning cheeks as she bends over to place it under the tree she had erected in the hut.
>You end his little day dream with a few punches to his toned legs.
“Hey! You said you aren’t goin’ to their stupid party?”
>”Uh, that is correct.” He stammers. He’s never really been comfortable around you because of your...enthusiasm toward him. “Those dragons are unlike any I have experienced. They have a certain...way about them. They just do not charm me like your sister does.”
“Why dontcha hang out with me then? That way I won’t have to go get strangled by a purple sea monster.”
>He kneels down as close to your level as he can get. “I don’t know if-“
>You cut him off, grab either side of his face and whisper into his ear.
“I’m sure Tonic would be very grateful that you watched over her sister...”
>His face seems to light up at that. “Say, Tonic.” He says finally. “I could stay here with your sister so she can stay home without coming to harm.”
>”You’d do that?” Tonic asks. “I know she wasn’t too excited about going, but I couldn’t just leave her in the Everfree alone. I really appreciate this.”
>Tonic walks over to Shale, and his face looks increasingly nervous with each step she takes. She grabs his face as you had done and plants a kiss on his cheek.
>His massive hands hover over her sides, obviously wanting to touch her but unable to do so. You shake your head. Oh Shale, you have so much to learn. It doesn’t matter which team you play for, confidence is key. Maybe you’ll just have to teach him...

>Tonic continues toward the door, and gives one last goodbye before she leaves.
“Thank Christ you got me outa that mess.” You tell him. “Now it’s just you an’ me! What do ya say we crack open a bottle of Tonic’s special alcohol?”
>Shale raises a red eyebrow at you.
“What, you’ve never heard of alcohol? They have that in ponyville!”
>”I’ve been in the Dragon Lands most of my life.”
“So You’ve never had whiskey...” you say with a deadpan stare.
>”Correct.”
“Well that explains why ya don’t have the balls to touch Tonic.”
>Shale blinks. “Pardon?”
“Just grab that bottle on the top shelf over there.” You nod in the direction of one of the sets of shelves lining the walls of the hut. “Tonic keeps it all the way up there so I can’t get to it.”
>Shale apprehensively grabs the bottle and pulls the cork out with a satisfying pop. He throws it back and takes a rather large swig.
“Woah, dude!” You shout. “Tonic makes her’s strong! Take it easy!”
>He begins coughing and choking, but eventually forces the liquid down.
>”Tell me.” He wheezes. “Why does anyone drink this stuff?”
“Because it makes problems go away.” You say simply.
>”I must say, I am feeling a little odd...”
>This is perfect! Finally you get some alone time with a man! You can teach him to be more confident and assertive, and if you get him drunk enough, he might just get handsy. One can only hope.
“How about we play a drinking game?” You suggest. You gesture to the perpetually burning cauldron in the middle of the hut. “Every time that cauldron bubbles, take a shot.”
>”Excuse me?!”
“Whoops. Looks like you’re already five behind...”

>You are Tonic. You wave goodbye to all of your dragon friends as you prepare yourself for the journey back home.
>The party was super fun. You’d like to stay longer and maybe throw a few back with Daze, but you doubt that Shale wants to be stuck Smokey-sitting all night.
>Knowing her, she probably conned Shale into getting your alcohol off of the shelf and is now completely wasted. It’s sometimes hard for Shale to understand your sometimes peculiar dialect, let alone Smokey’s. You can only imagine what he’s going through.
>You step out into the night and start for home, the snow crunching beneath your clawed feet. You were initially worried about the cold, but you’ve found that your dragon body is largely resistant to most weather.
>As you walk trough town, you marvel at how quiet it is. The silence of the snow mixed with the absence of people makes for quite the peaceful walk. You glance through the windows of ya houses you pass and see ponies of all colors enjoying their little holiday just as you had been.
>One building catches your attention above all else though. The local pub catches your attention from down the street. Ponies are gathered in small cliques outside, and the whole place is lit up like a beacon of festivity.
>You draw nearer to see even more ponies inside, having themselves a party. Something is off though. Despite all of the partying going on in and around the pub, one figure sits alone at the end of the bar nursing a drink.
>It’s not just any old pony either, or else you might have missed it. It’s a dragon! The curvaceous female figure sits hunched over the bar top. A tail drops down off of the stool behind her, and two large wings fold across her shoulders almost like a cape.
>Underneath the leathery wings, you see orange scales, and something else. You awkwardly maneuver through the ponies gathered outside, unable to take your eyes off of this person. Once inside, you’re able to see her from a new angle.

>Short wavy hair dangles in front of one bright green eye, highlighted to appear like flames. She’s beautiful. But what’s this? She’s wearing armor, some kind of metal bikini thing that you’d see in a fantasy game.
>Just then, it hits you. You know this dragon! You recognize the orange scales as belonging to the colossal dragon that went on a rampage not too long ago!
>It came out of nowhere, larger than any dragon you’d ever heard of, and destroyed several cities across the world. Its reign of terror came to an end when Twilight cast a complex reverse aging spell which subsequently caused the dragon to shrink down into what you see before you!
>Naturally, you tend to avoid the princess because of her constant questioning and prodding, not to mention her horny little dragon assistant constantly at her heels.
>Rarity however was eager to tell you about the armor they fashioned for this new drake out of ancient metal scraps. It was enchanted and designed to keep her chaotic power under wraps. The dragon herself might have shrunk, but her magic did not.
>Regardless of all that, she’s here, right in front of you! It has to be her! Your curiosity is piqued. Shale can deal with Smokey a little bit longer...
>You not-so-subtly plop down next to her at the bar. The frilly skirt of your dress wasn’t exactly made for sitting at bar stools, and it shows, quite literally. The dragoness notices this as you sit down. She quickly reverts her attention back to the glass in her hands, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of orange.
“Hey!” You say cheerfully, trying to test the waters with this girl. “I’m Tonic.”
>She doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, she takes another cautious glance at you out of the corner of her vibrant green eyes.
>”Wyldefire.” She says finally.
“T-That’s your name?” You ask, your eyebrow shooting up.
>”That’s what they call me.” She says with an exasperated sigh. “I’m sure you’ve heard about my transgressions.”
“What’s your real name?”
>”Doesn’t matter.”

“Well...can I call you Wylde, then?”
>”I really don’t care.” She says flatly before throwing back the remainder of her drink and moving to stand up.
>You instinctively grab her arm as she turns to leave. “Hey, wait!”
>Wylde turns and stares at your hand on her arm as if it were on fire. She wrenches herself free and pierces you with her eyes, her face full of conflict.
>”What do you want, Tonic? Did Twilight put you up to this?”
>Again your face contorts into confusion. You have no idea what she’s talking about, and you say as much.
>Twilight’s trying to ‘reform’ me.” Wylde explains. “She’s been pushing me to make friends, but the ponies around here aren’t fond of people like me.”
>She sounds almost hurt, but at the same time you doubt a girl like her would get very much out of a friendship with one of Ponyville’s citizens. At a first glance, she looks like...well, a sexy barbarian.
>But at a second glance you’d see her hard exterior. Just from looking at her now, you can see a softness in her eyes. Maybe you just caught her at the right amount of intoxication.
>You beckon her to sit back down. “Come on, Wylde. Twilight didn’t tell me to do anything. Between you and me, I think she’s a bit weird.”
>She seems to loosen up at your insult to the princess. With another sigh, she lowers herself back down onto the stool. “Fine, lets chat.” She says. “But if I have to talk to a flashy little priss like you, I’m going to need some drinks.”
>You feel your cheeks start to burn. A priss, huh? You’ll have to show her how wrong she is. You signal to the bartender to bring both of you a drink.
“So what has you down here drinking alone on Hearths warming?” You ask.
>”You must not come here a lot. Can’t say I’m surprised.” She says, causing your face to get even hotter. “I’m here almost every night. It’s a little thing called life. Weeks ago now, I was just hanging out at home, eating some shrooms and watching movies.”

>You watch on as she continues her tale. The toughness in her face is gone, now replaced by something else...regret?
>”Next thing you know, I’m in the clouds, a fucking dragon! I thought I was having the trip of my life. Then I get shot down by some magic, lose my dick, get shoved into a slutty outfit, and put on house arrest by some unicorn princess. I destroyed entire cities, the world powers want me dead, and I gotta live with it!”
>Her eyes flick to yours for an instant, and you see them glossed over and shimmering. Before anything comes of it though, the bartender brings your drinks. She greedily gulps hers down and goes back to staring at her cupped hands around the glass.
>”It wasn’t my fault, Tonic. Now everyone hates me. All except that damn Twilight. She thinks that if I talk to some rainbow ponies then everything will be ok! Friends won’t fix things. Even though I’m small, I still have urges. I still have an indescribable need for destruction.”
>To be honest, you’re a little shocked to say the least. What the fuck do you even say to that?! You might have bitten off a little more than you could chew.
>Wylde sees the apparent look on your face and frowns deeper. “You wanted to talk,” She says. “That’s what I have to say. Thanks anyway for the drink.”
>Her head falls and she closes her eyes tight, the alcohol is clearly getting to her. You place a gentile hand on her shoulder and she almost gasps.
“...Hey, I believe you. You might be a bit of a bitch, but you’re far from the worst person I know.” You soothe her.
>You look to the bartender once more and ask for another round. When you look back, Wylde is facing you again. Her eyes are looking directly at your exposed legs, but her gaze quickly shoots up to your face when you catch her.
>Is she checking you out?

>She smiles nervously as if it didn’t happen. She stares straight ahead, her face now red from feeling your eyes bore into her. Two drinks slide in front of you, and you try to focus on them, but you feel your eyes drifting to her own bare thighs.
>Without looking away, you take your drink and down it. With a shake of your head, your vision starts to get blurry.
>....are you checking *her* out too?

>You are Smokey, and this has been quite possibly the best night of your life. At least, it’s turning out to be.
>Shale was initially “skeptical of the entertainment alcohol can bring,” as he put it. He wasn’t fond of the taste or the burning sensation in his belly, but after a while, it grew on him. Or rather, he stopped giving a shit once he was drunk.
>It took a lot to get him there. A hunk of muscle that massive needs to drink like a fish in order to feel it. Lucky for both of you, you’re more than qualified to teach him how.
>Under your special tutelage, he was blitzed in no time at all. All it took was a few games of Take the Shot, and Kiss the Horse. That last one isn’t even bullshit either! Louie broke his god damn ribs playing that game back in high school.
>Once he was sufficiently plastered, you decided to teach him a thing or two about confidence. He may not remember anything tonight, but he’ll thank you when he subconsciously ups his game with Tonic.
>Hell, she’ll probably thank you too. She likes to act like she doesn’t like him, but she’s more transparent than a wet T-shirt contest.
>Either way, you didn’t get very far in your lessons. Shale was sprawled out on the couch in what passed for the hut’s living room. He wobbled back and forth, staring off into space with glossy eyes.
“Hey hover-hands!” You called to him. “Nice moves with Tonic earlier. You’ve never had to court a girl before, have you?”
>Shale looked worried at your words. “W-Why? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, and you just rubbed your temples.
>”Most dragon women like me for my size and prowess...” he said between hiccups.
“That’s not hard to see at all.” You said.
>His face got a bit more red after that, and not from the alcohol.
“Don’t worry, man.” You soothed him. “I can show you how to be smooth. I’ll even let you practice on me! You’ll have Tonic falling for you in no time.”

>Shale had been getting increasingly uncomfortable the longer you talked, but as soon as you said Tonic’s name again, he perked up.
>”Tonic!” He gasped. “It’s been hours, she should be here soon. I can’t wait to see her again.”
>He rested his head on the back of the couch and...was he sleeping? That fast? A thought formed in your head just then. It hadn’t been nearly as long as he thought it had in his drunken state.
>You felt your lips curl into a devious grin. Maybe while Shale slept, Tonic could “return” home and surprise Shale with a little Christmas present...
>Careful not to make any noise, you scurried into the room you share with Tonic, and went to work.
>That brings you to now. You rummage through the closet and hiss out a triumphant ‘yes’ when you find what you’re looking for. That stupid little dress that Rarity made for you, the one that’s a replica of Tonic’s! You never thought you’d have a use for it.
>You squeeze yourself into the outfit, but leave the panties. You won’t need them. After that, you jump up onto Tonic’s desk and take the bottle of that special perfume shit she makes. You spray a big cloud of it around yourself and let the smell soak into you. You half to admit, it’s not bad.
>Now for the final touch: you take your hat off, toss it onto the desk, and run your hooves through your blond mane. After a quick look in the mirror, you head back out to Shale.
>Your mouth waters in anticipation as you look up at his sleeping form on the couch. Doing your best to lower your child-like voice and perform a dumbass yankee accent, you attempt to address Shale as Tonic.
“Oh Shale~” you sing out, “wake up!”
>You crane your neck to see his face, still resting back on the couch. There’s movement under his eyelids, and his nostrils begin to twitch as Tonic’s scent invades his his nose.

>A quick succession of jumps and hops takes you onto the couch, then atop his chiseled torso. The smooth rising and falling of his chest as he breathes almost lulls you.
“Wake up.” You whisper again into his ear. At this, he shoots up, almost knocking you off of him.
>He blinks rapidly, then squints at you, sniffing the air as he does. His eyes are clearly out of focus. “Tonic?” He asks.
>You snicker to yourself. The poor guy is so out of it, he doesn’t even realize that you’re just a small pony sitting on his chest.
>Before he can say anything else, you grab either side of his face and lean in closer to him.
“Merry Christmas, Shale.”
>”What’s Christmas-?” He tries to say, but you cut him off by pressing your lips against his muzzle.
>You aren’t used to your new lips, and you *definitely* aren’t used to kissing lizard dudes, but this is by far the best kiss of your life. You’re practically getting drunk just from the alcohol on his breath.
>It’s like all of the stresses and worries you’ve built up over the past few months of being turned into a pony melt away as you sink further into the kiss.
>True to his chivalrous nature, Shale’s first instinct is to try to push you away, even when blasted drunk. He places two giant hands on either side of you pull you off of him, but you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him harder.
>Shale’s attempts to get you off of him are poor and sloppy. He doesn’t want this to stop. He just wants to be able to tell himself he tried to do the right thing. It’s cute, really.
>You gyrate your hips, causing your juices to drip out onto his chest. This feeling in your groin, this burning of your inner thighs, you’ve never felt it before now. It’s driving you mad.
>Shale returns your kiss at last. He moans into your mouth, a deep baritone that rattles your bones. You purr in delight as he raises his claws to cup your head, scraping your scalp with his claws while he combs them through your mane.

>You don’t know if he’s too drunk to realize that tonic doesn’t have hair, or if he just doesn’t give a shit at this point.
>Your question is answered when he pulls away to kiss your neck. He inhales deeply as he laps his tongue under your chin, trying to take in as much of Tonic’s scent as possible.
>Your loins are on fire! You can barely control your squeaks of pleasure or grinding hips. Your juices are now coating his chest, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
>Much to Shale’s dismay, you break the kiss and slide down his torso. He blinks rapidly again, trying to focus on you. “Wait! Where are you going?” He asks desperately.
“Where is it?” You ask impatiently in your stupid accent, prodding a hoof at his crotch. It’s just his soft belly with some scales around it. Where’s the prize?! “Do I have to coax it out of you?”
>Shale stutters in embarrassment, but you shush him. Face down, ass up, that’s the best way to get a man hard. You look back up at him while shaking your exposed glistening sex under the pink skirt, your tail swishing to and fro.
>Your heart almost beats out of your chest when you see something red emerge from a slit in Shale’s groin. Shiny, smooth, red, and...spiky. His glorious draconic member finally reveals itself to you.
>You quickly pick yourself up and spread his legs open, hugging his thighs and kissing the head of his cock as it swells. Shale gasps and sputters at your treatment, and his manhood...it just keeps growing!
>Your eyes widen in correlation with his erection. You thought that it would stop enlarging at least three different times! You whisper a silent curse to yourself when he finally becomes fully erect. It’s gotta be almost as long as you!
>It’ll take a lot more than that to deter you. Shale clamps his jaw shut, gritting his teeth as you glide your tongue along his length from base to tip. You can’t do much with these clumsy hooves, so your tongue will just have to do a lot more work.

>You pant like a dog as you work your tongue around his shaft, coating it in saliva and massaging the glands. You taste something salty as you give the tip some much needed attention, somehow fitting the spiked bulb into your mouth and bobbing your head agonizingly slow.
>Shale sucks in sharp breaths through his clenched teeth, his claws threatening to tear into the couch as he grips onto it for dear life. Unable to stand the teasing any longer, he bucks his hips against you.
>You gag slightly as his member prods the back of your throat, but you aren’t a quitter. The slurping sounds of your own mouth drive you crazy as you let him fuck your mouth for as long as you can. After what feels like forever, you pull your mouth away with an audible pop and gasp for air.
>Shale is panting too now, his ragged breaths more akin to those of a sprinting bear. You smile a devilish grin as you wipe spit from your lips.

“You like this?” You ask seductively in your best Tonic impression. Part of you is turned on by the act.
>”I can’t take it anymore.” Shale gasps out. He gets up off the couch, standing colossally tall over you. With one massive paw, he grabs you and plants you stomach down on the floor.
>You’re equal parts scared and excited as you hear Shale kneel down behind you. You reach for the nearest object, a derelict couch pillow, and clutch it tight. You bite into it when you feel Shale’s thumbs spread your ass apart.
>You try and fail to suppress a squeal when you feel his tongue in your crotch. You wriggle against him, but his tongue continues to invade you, coating your pissy with even more fluid. A mixture of pain and pleasure makes you wince as the spike on Shale’s nose stabs into the dock of your tail.
>Just as you begin to moan uncomfortably, he plops you back down. Seconds later, you gasp loudly when the tip of his enormous cock pokes at your entrance.
“D-Do it! Do it!” You beg. Your legs quake, desperate for him to enter you.
>He no longer has the discipline to deny your request. With a deep feral growl that shakes your core, he thrusts himself deep into you.
>You scream, body seizing, voice cracking, and stomach bulging as he hilts himself. Your mind goes blank, utterly destroyed. All you can do is scream, squeal, and moan pathetically as he ravages you.
>Shale loses all semblance of sentience, trading in his polite demeanor for that of a beast. He grunts and snarls viscously as he pumps his swollen cock into your tight folds.
>As he aggressively takes your virginity, you feel something for the first time: a female orgasm. You bite the pillow once more and feel yourself tighten even harder against his dick, attempting to milk him for all he has.

>Nothing comes out though. You’ve climaxed, but he continues to thrust violently, eliciting more squeaks of pain and pleasure from you.
>This continues forever. This sexual beast brings you to orgasm a *second* time. His groin slaps against your reddening ass, your pussy feels like it’s on fire, your throat is raw from screaming, your insides and stomach feel decimated by his giant cock.
>Without warning, Shale closes both of his meaty claws around you, taking you with him as he falls back into a sitting position. He lets out a fierce throaty roar, pushing you down onto his member as it swells.
>He empties himself inside of you, bringing you to a *third* orgasm. Your cervix completely overflows in seconds as you tighten around him. For minutes you just sit on his dick as his cum drips out of you, panting in concert with him.
>When at last his swollen member recedes back into his body, he turns you around and kisses you gingerly. You wheeze out a laugh at his next words.
>”I think I love you, *hic* Tonic.”

>You are Wylde. You grunt in annoyance as you heft the drunken green pretty-girl along the snowy path toward her home. If you had had your way, the two of you would have separated at the door to the bar, but such was not the case.
>It was fun hanging out with her, the most fun you’ve had here. The two of you laughed and joked as you watched the partying ponies around you, and eventually even joined them! Her charisma was unbelievable.
>The way she seamlessly took your hand and guided you into conversation with these ponies that, just an hour ago, were avoiding you was just amazing.
>She gave you something that not even the precious princess of friendship could achieve: hope. Hope that one day you’ll be cared about, or at the very least, something more than a pariah.
>But alas, such feelings never linger long enough. Last call came and went, and you knew for a fact that the ponies you had been socializing with would just continue scowling and whispering behind your back the very next day.
>It dampened your mood. Hell, the thought made you angry. Tonic wouldn’t have to go through that, she’s the exact opposite of you as far as social standing goes! She doesn’t give a shit about you, she just wanted to prod at the infamous dragon convict because she had nothing better to do.
>To your tipsy mind, her kindness meant nothing, and her smooth gentle touch was less than nothing. A cruel joke from the gods, teasing you by holding something real at arms reach. Things like this- girls like Tonic, they don’t happen to people like you.
>You were more than ready to just go home and forget this night ever happened, but you were stopped in your tracks by Tonic. Quite literally in fact, as she had latched onto your arm as you tried to leave.
>She was very drunk. She’d had only a fraction of the drinks you did, yet she could barely stand on her own. This dumb girl couldn’t handle her liquor to save her life.

>You couldn’t just leave her there alone. Plastic kindness is still kindness, so you decided to return the favor by bringing her home safely.
>Now you wish you hadn’t. Her equilibrium hasn’t improved at all, not to mention she hasn’t shut up for a second since you left.
>Her smooth voice has been at it non-stop, giggling at nothing, whispering gibberish into your ear, and generally speaking nonsense between snickers.
“That’s right, Tonic. Sometimes snakes can swim...”
>By some miracle, the wobbly girl actually gives you accurate directions to her home. It looks to be a hut made from an old tree. There’s lights on inside, so thankfully someone’s home to take care of her. You march her up to the door and lean her against the wall.
“Here.” You tell her. “Now go inside and get some sleep.”
>You go to pull away, but Tonic grasps your arm and pulls you to her with surprising strength. She embraces you with an awkward hug and whines in your ear.
>”Don’t go! Stay here with me!”
“Why?” You ask plainly.
>”Because you’re lonely!”
>An exasperated sigh escapes your lips.
“Tonic, I don’t give a fuck if I’m alone, and neither do you. You’re just drunk, so go inside and-“
>The rest of your sentence fades into Tonic’s mouth as she suddenly kisses you. The gesture takes you off guard to say the least. Your wide eyes stare into her half-lidded amethysts, and your heart thunders in your chest at the feeling of her giggles vibrating through you.
>It takes several seconds for your daze to wear off, but you eventually wrench yourself away from her. You glare at her, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths.
>”Can you at least tuck me in?” She pleads innocently.

>Your glare slowly softens along with your resolve, and you finally nod with a frown. Tonic takes your hand, interlocking her fingers with yours, and she leads you into the hut.
>Once inside, Tonic calls to a filly in the room. “Smokey! Sleep on the couch tonight!”
>”Not a problem.” The filly purrs as she rests her cheek against a giant sleeping blue dragon.
>You pay very little attention to the strange people in the hut, or even the hut itself as you’re dragged through it. Instead, your eyes are mostly drawn to Tonic in front of you, and the way her skirt flows with the swaying of her hips.
>She shoves you into a bedroom, following close behind, and shuts the door behind her. As soon as you’re alone, she licks her lips hungrily and throws herself at you. You freeze with your hands at your sides, unable to think as she plants dozens of kisses all over your face.
>As she continues the assault with her lips, her hands go to work as well, gliding up and down your body searching for the clasps and buckles to loosen your skimpy armor.
>She doesn’t bother to stop pecking you while you tell her why taking your inhibiting armor off isn’t a good idea. You can be without it for maybe an hour, but after that, your unstable power would start to overwhelm you.
>”Just a peek!” She says between sloppy kisses. “It won’t take long!”
>Your heart aches. You want so badly for this to be real, for this moment to last forever, but you can’t help but think it’s fleeting. Tonic is drunk, her mixed drinks are telling her to care about you when she actually doesn’t.
>Come morning, she probably won’t even remember who you are! But right now, she’s on you, she *craves* you for whatever reason. You want to pretend like it’s genuine, if only for tonight, even if your heart will be broken tomorrow. Maybe it makes you an asshole to take advantage of this girl like that, but everyone already hates you anyway...

>Tonic’s dexterous digits tickle you as she works to undo your armor, sending shivers up your spine. Finally, your armor falls to the wooden floor with a muffled clunk, exposing your luscious naked body to the dark candlelit room.
>She hums in delight as she takes in your figure, then shoves you back onto the bed with an open palm. You prop yourself up with your elbows, sitting up and staring at Tonic dreamily.
>She lifts her skirt, and with one thumb, tugs the waistband of her panties down. She shimmies her thighs until the underwear falls around her ankles, then she expertly kicks them up into your face.
>The cotton is damp and sweet smelling. You’re head is absolutely swimming, almost as if you’re drunk on her scent.
>The bed creaks as she slowly climbs on top of you, straddling you and wrapping her arms around your neck. She sits her weight down onto your thighs, reaching a hand up to grab a fistful of your hair. She pulls your head back and kisses you deeply, sending more tingles down your spine.
>You suddenly remember that you had arms, and that they currently shocked stiff. You follow your passion, sliding the palms of your hands down the smooth fabric of her dress until you reach the skirt. Once there, your hands venture underneath it, hiking it up and cupping her shapely ass.
>Tonic purrs a throaty moan into you, arching her back and bucking her hips. A slick wetness soon drips onto your lap, mixing with your own fluids.
>You move one hand to the small of her back, pressing her against you while you rub two fingers on either side of her entrance, teasing her sex and rubbing circles on her clit.
>From her back, your other hand glides upward to cup the back of her spiked head. You break the kiss and nibble on her ear while she kisses your neck. You begin scratching Tonic’s scalp, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

>A quick finger into her folds makes her spasm. She gently bites into your neck as she rights herself, and quivers again when you grasp her largest head-spike.
>You’ve had girls like this before when you were human...when you had a dick. They don’t even know their own sweet spots until you find them. It makes them fun to play with.
>Your tongue and lips massage Tonic’s ear while you hold her head in place by handling her spikes. Your main hand is still deftly playing her pussy like an instrument. The simulation overwhelms her, and she bites into you harder, moaning and grinding against you.
>Your heart is a drum beneath your breasts. You and Tonic pant like wild animals as you press her buttons, and she continues to pull your hair and run her other hand down your body greedily. You slide both middle fingers inside of her, and rapidly pump them.
>You could tell she was close by the way her hips bucked and twitched, and how her breaths started becoming short and gasped. She whines as the pleasure washes over her.
>With your mouth still chomping lovingly at her ear, she doesn’t know what to do with her own. You take your hand off of her spikes and yank her tail up, giving you more leverage to finger-fuck her pussy. Each thrust of your hand goes all the way to the knuckle.
>A sudden sharp pain Sears your shoulder. Tonic just bit into it, probably drawing blood. She whines louder than ever as her entire body seizes up. You wince at the pain, but it only inspires you to finger her more aggressively through her orgasm. It’s the best pain you’ve ever felt.
>Tonic goes limp in your arms, panting and whispering several apologies.
“No, I’m sorry.” You tell her solemnly. “I’m taking advantage of you because I’m a selfish asshole.”
>Your eyes start to burn, and the tears almost come, but you’re sobered up by more of Tonic’s snickering.

>”Stop being such a pessimist.” She says into your ear. “Is it so hard to believe that I *like* you?”
“...Yes.” You manage to say through the burning lump in your throat.
>”I guess I’ll just have to convince you then.” She whispers seductively.
>A pair of hands again shove you down onto your back, and Tonic gracefully slides off of you. She clutches your legs and drags you closer to the edge of the bed before kicking your thighs open.
>She flashes you a smug toothy grin, licks her lips once more, and disappears below your vision. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and a loud gasp escapes you as you feel sharp teeth scrape your inner thighs, and a wet tongue lapping at your folds.