Fizzling Magma 5 (AiE; Fizzle, nsfw)

>Morning rolls around
>You don't get up when you normally do
>You had one hell of a night
>Also Fizzle is cuddling you with a death grip
>Its cute but he's a lot stronger than he lets on
>So lay there
>Try not to think about how you're stuck to the sheets
>Or WHY you're stuck to the sheets
>No more cider for a long time
>Fizzle is nuzzling your neck now
>Breathing his hot breath down your shoulder
>Why does he have to be so cute?
>Even his little excuses why having sex together isn't gay are cute
>Every time he says them you wanna give him a kiss
>Wait when did YOU become gay?
>...wait when did you care about that sort of thing?
>There's nothing wrong with playing on both teams
>He'll get over his crush
>You'll go back to fucking a barely conscious Berry Punch in the bar's alleyway
>As if he can read your thoughts, Fizzle's starts licking your neck
>He mumbles something about an emerald
>Why exactly do you want to back to meaningless sex again?
>Maybe this is better?
>He's just so nice to be around
>Like a best friend
>A best friend who you can have incredible sex with
>"...mmmmm....no....no leave the emeralds...I wanna lick them...."
>You decide you'll worry about all this later
>Finally wiggle out of his grasp and sit up
>He immediately stirs and yawns
>Looks up to you with adorable pink eyes
>"Morning Anon...umm..."
>He looks around, sees the scorch marks on the walls
>And the sheets
>Both the crumpled parts and the clawed up parts
>"....crazy night, eh? Gotta be careful next time we do bro's night out, heh....."
>He's not completely awake
>But you can see the anxiety rising in his features as he takes in the damage you guys did
>Its just sheets
>And wallpaper
>His butt probably aches too
>Tell him you need a shower
>"Good thinking, Anon...it'll help you wake up...I'll....umm...clean up in here...."
>His ears are doing that droopy thing
>And dear god he's holding his tail under the covers
>You can't leave him alone in here he'll panic
>Him panic-cleaning might be more harm than good
>But you know it'll be impossible to argue with him
>Unless...
>You ask him if he'd like to shower with you
>"Really? Anon...I mean...isn't that a little...ya know...two guys in a shower its just...isn't it..."
>He whispers the last word in that sentence
>You groan and grab his arm
>Give him a tug out of bed
>Zero resistance
>His face gives it away
>He loved every second of you being so dominant and direct
>You're such a mush pot, Fizzle
>You lead him to the bathroom
>You're both naked already so, running the water
>Fizzle has his back to the wall
>Staring at you while you bend over to adjust the temperature
>Purposely take your time
>Even with the water running full blast you can hear him fidgeting
>Never thought much of your own butt before
>Nice to have a fan
>Deliberately sway left to right
>Hear him gulp and breath a little quicker
>Straighten up, climb in, water is perfect
>Feels amazing considering what you were drenched with last night
>"I'll...wait for you to finish, Anon...Ya know, bro code, one bro per shower nozzle"
>Bro code?
>Give him a weird look
>"N-no really Anon...go ahead I'll wait...and...ummm..."
>You follows his eyes up and down your body
>Its getting hot in here...
>Awkward silence
>A lot of meat gazing from Fizzle
>You're not too comfortable with being eye-fucked
>You don't mind being checked out
>But now he's turning your morning shower into a shampoo commercial
>You don't wanna think about scrubbing yourself down
>While Fizzle jerks off in the corner
>Staring at you
>Nope, not having that
>You tell him to get in with you
>He comes back to earth
>But seems to appreciate to be told rather than asked
>He hops to it
>His claws are over his crotch
>You tell him his friend can come too
>His cheeks become redder than the dragon-meat he's trying to hide
>Fucking adorable
>Well, as adorable as a dragon hiding a hard-on can get
>It's only worse for him when he gets in
>Shower is kinda small
>Not really room for you, him, his spear and his wings
>You don't really like to fool around in the shower anyhow so its mostly scrubbing
>Fizzle makes the cutest noises when you got his back
>To be fair you're not quiet about it either
>Fizzle loved that part the most
>Or maybe he liked that you were making him useful?
>Either way you had to stop him before your back had no skin left
>Or before his claws got lower
>You both finish up
>You're out of the shower first
>You feel his gaze burning holes into your rear
>You're toweling yourself off
>Fizzle is positioned awkwardly behind the shower curtain
>Concealing his lower half
>"You...you go ahead Anon...I just need to...scrub something..hah hah. Sides you got clothes to get right?"
>Right
>Clothes
>Agree and decide not to think about what he's going to do in your shower
>But you bend over nice and slow to pick up a towel
>Hear him swallow and suppress a gasp
>Before you leave him to take care of himself
>Its not like he can put a pair of pants on and hide it
>Like you're on your way to do
>Get dressed
>Grab an apple for breakfast
>Get ready for work
>Work consists of hanging out in the market area and waiting for a pony to come with an odd job
>It pays the bills, don't judge
>Not like there's much else to do for money in a town like this
>Hear Fizzle moan loudly from the bathroom
>Followed very quickly by the water being turned on
>Sorta drowns him out
>Not enough for you to get a chubby from listening
>Stop it Anon, that's just as bad
>Go to the other room and try and read
>Keep looking up...
>Think of something else
>Louder groan from there
>Bite lip
>Just about to get up and pounce him but
>Fizzle leaves the bathroom
>Looks like a little kid who just broke a lamp
>You only hope he cleaned up after himself
>"Anon...umm..you have..nice...tiles...in there...yea...but um....your shower curtain kinda...."
>Something smells burnt
>Guess he really likes your ass...
>Chuckle and toss him an apple
>Tell him you need to go to work but he's free to do whatever
>"Oh...I guess I could...go..."
>He sighs the last part
>He doesn't want to leave
>You don't really want him to go either
>He's looking at the floor again
>You tell him he doesn't have to go back to the volcano
>Mention where Spike and Rarity go gem hunting
>His eyes light up at the mention of gems
>Still a dragon under all that cute
>"Wow...that sounds...that sounds awesome Anon! I'll bring you back some so you can....ya know...sheets...heh heh"
>You were trying not to think about the condition of your bedroom but you thank him for the offer
>He smiles and promises you the best emerald he finds
>You blush, thinking of early
>You tell him you hit the gym after work if its a slow day and head for the door
>"I'll meetcha there then, Anon! Gotta work on my muscles and stuff. and I can spot you! Best bros sweat together!"
>You can only imagine how much he'll be spotting you
>You agree and see him out
>He's already airborne, flying toward the gem quarry
>Time to see what the ponies broke today
>Work was thankfully slow
>You shot the shit with AJ mostly while she sold her apples
>Somehow the ponies managed to go the whole day without breaking anything
>You were pretty tired anyhow, you didn't get much sleep the night before
>You keep thinking about Fizzle digging gems up
>Bending over to pick them up
>Dammit, Anon, focus
>AJ noticed you were half here and asks whats up
>You fumble and say some lame excuse
>She shakes her head and starts packing up her wares
>Sun was beginning to dip in the west
>Most of the ponies heading home, market closing up
>Damn you were really out of it today
>Time to get a little gym in before dinner
>Head home, change, head back out
>When you get to the gym--
>Oh my lord
>Fizzle waves
>He's waiting by the door
>Dressed in black shorts and a tank top
>Both of which are a size too small for him
>On his body that's saying something
>Oh and a pink headband but you won't notice that for a few hours
>Before you can ask
>"H-hey Anon!  I umm...I found a lot of gems so...I traded some with Spike's friend..for the clothes...she said you'd like this...ya know because working out and it'll stop me from sweating on all the benches!"
>He clicks his claws together
>He looks visibly uncomfortable but looks to you for a compliment
>'She said you'd like this'?
>What the hell did he tell her?
>What the hell did Spike tell her?
>What the hell did Rarity infer from the aformented?
>Goddammit, she's probably gossiping all over town now
>You nod slowly and tell him he looks...
>Nice
>He smiles back and turns around
>You decide the previous 'oh my lord' deserves to be here
>His ass
>Those shorts
>They look like they're painted on
>His tail is held by the fabric, making it sway as he walks
>Your dick can't handle this right now
>Not after being ignored this morning
>Your shorts can't exactly handle your dick
>Adjust your shorts in a hurry before malfunction
>Follow him in
>Thoroughly forget what kind of workout you intended to do
>He wants to lift
>Because that's what bros do or whatever he said
>You can't concentrate on what he's talking about
>Which is kinda upsetting because he's talking a lot more than usual
>Feel like a bad friend
>But your mind keeps going back to his ass
>In those shorts
>You wanna rip them off
>And bend him over one of the machines
>Fuck it, everyone can watch
>Maybe they'll learn something!
>Wait what the hell, Anon?
>It doesn't make sense you've only seen him completely nude
>Why do a pair of tight gym shorts make you wanna throw him to the floor and rape his tight little--
>"Anon....umm...I said you wanna bench first or...should I?"
>Oh right weights
>Go first, need to burn off this energy
>Try to think about something else
>Anything else
>Fizzle spotting you
>Tight crotch hovering over your face
>Anything else other than that!
>Struggle with weights
>Remind yourself Rarity is giggling about this somewhere
>While telling all her chatty marefriends
>Renewed vigor Finish your set at least
>"Nice job, Anon! Thought you were gonna need help there!"
>Notice he sways his hips forward and back when he talks
>Very slightly but
>Its in your face
>Everything
>Bite lip
>You can't do this
>Sit up and wipe the sweat off your brow
>"...You OK, Anon? Did....did I push you too hard? I"m sorry I just---"
>You shake your head and tell him you're not feeling it today
>Half truth, cause you're certainling feeling something
>He nods a little, but you can tell he thinks he did something wrong
>Stand up, give him a good slap on the shoulder and tell him everything is cool
>And maintain eye contact
>Always
>Eye contact
>You tell him you're gonna run a little and he can keep lifting if he wants
>He agrees, rubbing his shoulder cutely where you gave him the whack
>Gotta find a treadmill
>Don't turn around
>Don't look....goddammit
>Running is going to be a project...
>Treadmills in a pony gym are different
>You need to get a unicorn to turn it on for you with magic
>So stand by one and wait
>Try to hide your massive erection
>Sorta succeed in holding it in the elastic of your shorts
>Course the second your done...
>Look up
>Treadmill unicorn standing there
>Of course its a mare
>Of course she's eye level with your shorts and saw most of everything
>Has a look of half arousal and half disgust
>She finally looks up, settling on disgust
>You don't address your issue, just ask to use the treadmill on a slow setting
>Just gonna walk it off
>She harrumphs and starts it for you
>Turns around and trots away
>Her ass doesn't look half as good as Fizzle's
>Dammit Anon
>Say it with me now
>Focus!
>Jump on the treadmill
>Start power walking
>Feel things beginning to cool off downstairs
>Good thinking
>Just look ahead
>Not much to look at, no TVs or anything
>Just the weight room
>Always kinda funny to watch the ponies do workouts
>You see Big Mac lifting a weight with his mouth, and that roided up muscle pegasus
>And Fizzle
>He's with muscle pegaus
>Doing squats
>Fizzle, you piece of shit
>Stumble a little
>Don't look
>Can't help it
>He just did another one
>Every time he goes all the way down
>His tail shoots up in the air
>Perfect curves
>Can barely make out his package pressing at the very bottom
>Mission utterly failed
>How have his shorts not split open?
>This is impossible
>You give up
>Cold shower
>Go home
>Fuck Fizzle
>Yea, that's a plan
>Get off the treadmill
>The unicorn can turn it off later
>Hurry off the to lockers
>Grab the largest towel you can find and wrap it around your waist
>Hope nobody saw the condition you're in
>Strip under the towel
>Don't care about where your clothes land
>Ponies have no use for them
>Especially your pre-stained undergarments
>Holding your towel to you strategically, you sprint to the showers
>Its a wide open space with a bunch of nozzles
>Best you can do for privacy is stand in the corner
>Brace yourself for the cold water
>"H-hey...Anon?"
>Oh no
>Take a deep breath and say hi
>Don't turn around
>"...Is...are you ok? You looked a little red and you ran into...oh..."
>He saw whats wrong
>Its impossible to hide, really
>You peek over your shoulder
>He's still in his outfit
>Those shorts
>They're beginning to tighten in front, he's blushing and staring at your trembling cock
>Fuck
>Can't take it anymore
>Divebomb him
>Fizzle gasps when his back hits the wall
>Your tongue is down his throat
>You rip his shirt off with one swift motion
>Sorry Rarity
>His wing hits the nozzle and the shower turns on
>Room begins to fill up with steam
>You break from your kiss and immediately start pulling at his shorts
>He says something
>Not sure what
>Don't care
>You can't wait anymore
>Claw and pull at the elastic
>They finally tear free
>His cock springs right into yours
>No time for that though
>You turn him around
>Your erection is so stiff its almost painful when you smack it against his bare ass
>He moans loudly from just that
>His tail shoots up
>Your fingers dig into his shoulders
>Lubed with only pre, your sweat and the steam, you plunge into his tight rear
>This isn't like in your home
>Or in his cave
>There's no awkwardness to make it cute
>Or alcohol to dull your senses
>You spent all day wanting this ass and now, in a public shower, you're taking it
>You don't care who sees, who hears, who walks in on you two
>You don't even bend him over, standing up against the wall is all he gets
>Every thrust sends his chest and claws into the tiles
>Every squeeze and slap of his ass makes him pant and beg for more
>You tell him to be quiet and take it
>And he's absolutely loving every second
>He's crying out, claws digging into the tile
>Screaming your name, begging for you to go harder
>You oblige
>Grabbing his tail like last time, you slam him into your package
>You can't hold onto it though, he's whipping it around like mad
>See spouts of blue flame shoot into the air
>The steam gets thicker, your bodies are pooling sweat under you
>You can barely even make him out, your vision is obscured by everything
>His ass slapping into your thighs, his tail flailing
>You reach around and grab his cock and squeeze hard
>Your touch was like a jolt of electricity to his body
>He moans and you feel his body shutter
>He's already cumming
>Reach further back and grab where his cock meets his body
>Feel his balls through those soft, plush scales
>Squeeze even harder
>The blue fire goes even higher in the bathroom as you milk him like an animal
>His ass clenches down on your cock and spurt after spurt of dragon cum splatters on the wall
>The smell hits your nostrils and you feel light headed
>Your mind swirls with desire
>A sense of feral need floods your actions as the musky scent of Fizzle's explosion gets stronger
>You can't help yourself
>You lean in and bite down on his shoulder
>Making him yours even more than you are already
>He squeals and begs for you to finish in him
>You bite down harder
>He pleads, crying your name out
>You barely hear him
>This isn't about him anymore
>Your cock throbs and swells in his ass, almost fighting with his tightening hole
>You feel your own seed beginning to build in your neithers
>You're really close
>You clench, trying to make this last
>Making Fizzle endure you a little longer
>He begs you again, this time his tail snakes around and pulls you into him even harder
>A few thrusts like that send you well over the edge
>The steam and smell of dragon musk, along with his desire for you trigger an intense orgasm
>You bite down harder, growling fiercely as you dump your hot load into his quivering cheeks
>You keep rutting him till your balls have been drained and his tight little shorts are a distant memory
>You're both panting, you almost snorting through your nostrils
>He's still puffing out whisps of blue flame
>You're still inside him, and you slowly pull out
>You take your load with you, most of it splattering on the floor
>Holy shit you needed that
>Trying to catch your breath
>The showers are ridiculously hot now
>And the steam is making it impossible to see
>So you don't quite make out Fizzle turning around
>And pulling you into a tight hug
>He's trembling
>So are you
>You pet his back, feeling a twinge of guilt for how you just treated him
>He seems to sense it and nuzzles your neck
>Relieved, you give him a squeeze
>Still trying to catch your breath
>The shower is like a sauna
>Even soaked from the water you're sweating profusely
>So much for not getting a good workout today
>"Anon...that...that was amazing...I...knew you'd like the shorts...heh heh"
>You nod against his chest, trying to regain your senses
>You can't remember when you've been that horny before
>Maybe dragon musk makes people lose their inhibition or something
>Something science...pheromones...something
>Can't think that complicated right now
>"Do you...think...maybe we should...ya know...we were kinda loud..."
>"Eeeeyup"
>Both of you look up
>Third voice
>Not human or dragon
>Standing in the entrance to the shower is Big fucking Macintosh
>His green eyes are wide like saucers, he's somehow blushing under that red coat and..
>His very hard member is throbbing between his hind legs
>Pointing accusingly at both of you
>Small puddle of pre under him
>Fizzle lets you go and blushes hotly, clicking his claws together and looking around nervously
>You're still too lost in your afterglow to care about how you look
>You ask him how long he's been there
>No answer, same 100 yard stare
>You start to ask again but Big Mac abruptly turns around and heads back into the locker room
>You hear one of the doors to a bathroom stall close and lock
>Faint sound of panting
>"He was....watching us shower?  Haha, geez, Anon, some of these these ponies are... ya know... fucking faggots, am I right?"
>He doesn't deliver the line with the level of confidence you need to pull off the level of slick he was going for
>But to his credit, he trucks on
>"Not like us, Anon...nope...we're best bro's and all but...I'm not about to watch some other guys ....ya know...do what...we did...that's really pushing it, ya know?"
>You ain't kidding, Fizzle