The Best Girlfriend in the World
The thing was, everycreature in the world except for changelings in their natural form went into heat sometimes, because that was the natural way of things—and the thing was, every March was Dragon Breeding Season. It was March 1st.
Smolder knew where Ocellus was going from the moment she asked if being so hot and horny and dizzy with pheromones felt any good. She was a good girlfriend like that. She knew from the way that her little lovebug was trying desperately not to smile as she asked the question. She knew from the way Ocellus’s wings were chirping, oh so softly, and the way that a very small portion of the changeling’s hooves were trembling. Ocellus wasn’t the type to do whatever popped into her surprisingly twisted little mind just because she wanted to. No, she needed an invitation.
So, because she was the best girlfriend in the world, because she was awesome, Smolder gave it to her.
She leaned over and pulled the changeling close and whispered, hot and raspy against her darling’s satin soft ear, “Why bother asking if you can find out for yourself?”
Which was kind of how Sandbar’s clover stash got completely destroyed.
Wet, warm, leaky dragon pussy smelled a little like clover and honey, so Smolder wasn’t surprised when Sandbar perked up when she and Ocellus sat down in their usual spot for Advanced Literature. She was surprised that Gallus immediately knew the nature of what was going on.
“Explain yourself,” he said to Ocellus. Their teacher, Indelible, had yet to arrive, and the entire class was erupting into louder and louder conversation around them.
Ocellus fidgeted. “What do you mean?”
“What do you mean, ‘What do you mean?’” Gallus asked.
“You’re a dragon,” Sandbar said.
Smolder took a moment to admire her girlfriend’s lava-colored fins, her shiny horns, and the copper scales that wrapped around her back that turned into this creamy beige that spilled over her chest and her flat tummy and the rest of her.
Fire and flame, Ocellus was hot.
“You’re horny,” Gallus said.
“Gallus!” Ocellus cried.
“What? We’re all adults here, except for the little bitch baby.” He gestured at Smolder with a talon.
Smolder rolled her eyes, and replied with her middle finger.
Gallus seemed to notice something in her, though. He looked pointedly at Ocellus. “This is a weird sex thing.”
Ocellus stammered. “Shut. Up!”
“She’s not denying it,” Gallus said, nudging Sandbar. “It’s breeding season for dragons, isn’t it?”
“Started today,” Sandbar said.
“Why are you keeping track of that?” Smolder asked.
Sandbar looked away. “Do you guys think Indelible’s coming soon?”
“Speaking of cum,” Gallus said. He was just giddy now. His tail swished around in that catlike way it did whenever he was causing problems for someone else. He leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Let me guess: you wanted to know what being in rut was like.”
“I’m not dignifying that with an answer,” Ocellus said.
Gallus looked at Smolder. She gave him a shrug, but made the mistake of trying too hard to hold in her laugh, which really only made it more obvious that she was trying not to in the first place.
“Called it,” Gallus said. “How’s it feel, Celly? Feel good?”
“Quiet, Gallus,” Ocellus said, teeth gritted.
He snickered. “Oh, I bet you’re just aching—”
“—For an educational lecture on the Telltale Heart, Gallus?”
Gallus’s eyes widened. He looked to the front of the class. Smolder was tempted to follow suit, but she already knew what she would see.
Indelible had arrived, and the massive blue earthpony was probably trying with all his might not to burst out laughing, because the rest of the class had fallen silent about two minutes ago and had wordlessly conspired to listen to their conversation.
Gallus, however, could summon grace under pressure sometimes. He smiled confidently and said, “My favorite story about shameful desperation, yes.”
Ocellus slammed her face into the desk.
“Is she alright?” someone asked Smolder. “That looked like it hurt!
Smolder waved them off. “She’s a dragon. She’s tough.”
The way back to their rooms may as well have been a walk through the desert to poor Ocellus. Smolder figured that the changeling would have lasted a week before the heat became this bad. Her little lovebug could barely last a day.
She twined their tails as they strode through the halls. Her girlfriend’s face was flushed, hopefully more than her own. She was usually good at handling herself whenever the season came, but coal and brimstone, Ocellus was so hot.
“Smolder, Smolder…” Ocellus whined. Poor thing’s legs were wobbly.
“I know, baby,” Smolder cooed. “You wanna cum, don’t you?”
She didn’t need to ask. The air was thick.
“No,” Ocellus said. She wrapped an arm around Smolder so she could lean in and pant. “No. I don’t just want to cum. I want you to fuck me. I don’t want to think—I can’t think—Smolder, I need you inside of me and I don’t want you to leave. I’m—I’m tearing up, I’m gonna cry—Smolder, please let me cum, please…”
Smolder licked her chops. “We’re here, bug.”
“But this isn’t—”
“I know,” Smolder said. She grabbed Ocellus by the waist and pulled her close, and she kissed the changeling on her draconic lips. Ocellus moaned lowly, and their tongues brushed against each other as Smolder tightened their embrace. When they pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected their mouths, hanging tensely before Smolder’s tongue darted out, licking her chops once again.
Smolder led her changeling through the dorm door. “Come on, baby.”
“Legs apart. Shoulder width.”
Ocellus followed her orders. Her knees trembled. Smolder came up behind her, pressing her chest against her back and reaching around to rest her claws on those pretty inner thighs.
This was not their room. This room smelled like catnip and tortilla chips and boy smell.
Smolder exhaled smoke through her nose as she examined Ocellus in the full length mirror they were standing in front of. “You’re dripping, baby. Like, literally dripping.”
plippliplip. The rug they were standing on was gonna smell like heat for the next month. Smolder pressed her nose into the crook of Ocellus’s neck, breathing slow, and then planted a kiss on the base of her throat.
Ocellus whimpered, screwing her eyes shut. “They’re gonna walk in…”
“They’re having some private time in the shower, guaranteed,” Smolder said. “Sandbar was trying to inhale your pussy for the whole class.”
“He—he’s sick,” Ocellus said.
Smolder shook her head. “Dumbass had the mox to say he had a cold when I had a perfect view of his sheathe from my seat. He’s probably slamming his flare into Gallus right now. Oh, bug, your wings are fluttering. You like thinking about that?”
Smolder brought one of her claws closer to her girlfriend’s pussy and traced a little circle over her scales. Ocellus moaned breathlessly. Smolder pecked her on the cheek.
“So, how do you feel?” she whispered. “Do you feel good?”
“Yes,” Ocellus said.
“Can’t hear you.”
“Yes!” Ocellus cried. “Yes! I—I’ve never wanted to cum more than this in my entire life! I need to, Smolder. I feel like I’ve never been horny before this! I feel like I’m gonna—”
Smolder sunk two fingers into her girlfriends pussy not stopping until she was knuckle deep.
“AAAooHHHHhh,” Ocellus yowled, arching her back. Smolder used her free claw to press her palm on Ocellus’s chest, keeping her steady.
Smolder curled her fingers repeatedly, stroking her love’s insides with a tender roughness that coaxed another squeal out of the changeling.
“Fuuuuck,” Ocellus’s voice crackled. “Fu—uck, Smolder…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Feels so good…”
“I know, baby. Here, you wanna know a dragon secret?”
Ocellus didn’t answer. Smolder withdrew her fingers and pressed her thumb against Ocellus’s clit.
She jolted. “Unnh!”
Smolder maintained her composure. “I said, do you wanna know a dragon secret?”
“Yes, Smolder,” Ocellus whined. She squirmed in place. “Please put them back in, Smolder.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“I said it.”
“Oh. I guess you did. Good girl.”
Smolder slid her fingers back into her girlfriend, and enjoyed how Ocellus leaned back and howled.
“I can make you cum, like, really hard,” Smolder said. She placed a rough smooch on a copper-scaled shoulder. The pace of her fingers quickened, turned more aggressive.
“Please!” Ocellus cried.
“I just need you to turn a little bit. No, no, this way, yeah, a little more…now stop. Good baby girl,” Smolder said. “Keep your head pointed at their closet, okay?”
“Okay, Smolder,” Ocellus said. She sounded so cute and so fucking pathetic. Smolder’s tail wagged. “Please,” Ocellus whispered. “Please, Smolder. Let me cum, Smolder. I—I wanna cum, Smolder.”
“Thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Smolder said. “Ah well. I guess they’re interchangeable, right?”
“They’re—they’re not perfect synonyms,” Ocellus said. “What I meant the first time was—”
Smolder sank another finger in, jamming all three deep into Ocellus’s pussy as she dropped her other claw from Ocellus’s chest to pinch her clit. She then used the spade tip of her tail, soaked with her own juices, to slip into Ocellus’s asshole, and bit down on her girlfriend’s shoulder as hard as she could. Ocellus was a dragon now, after all, and she could take some diamond-crushing jaw strength while getting her holes pounded.
Smolder gnawed, and she felt her girlfriend’s body tremble before—
“OOHHHHHHsmmmmolderFUCKaaaAAARH—”
The groan coming out of Ocellus spiraled into a quivering silence.
There was a flash of light, as beautiful and terrible as the light of the sun. Smolder beamed at the sight of the flame that burst out from her girlfriend’s mouth. She remembered her first firegasm like it was yesterday, but it was nothing like this. Ocellus was hot.
She snuggled into Ocellus’s chest. They were in their own room now, which smelled like clover and honey and florals, and it was cuddle time. Ocellus had turned back to her normal form. Warm, soft hooves traced small circles on her back as Ocellus murmured nonsense to her, drifting steadily to Luna’s realm. Smolder herself wasn’t far behind.
She softly pressed her lips to her girlfriend’s chitin, and was rewarded by a loving hum in return. She loved being a dragon, and she was grateful that Ocellus could share that with her for a time, but nothing beat her lovebug in her original flavor. She was simply the best.
They’d been cuddling for about an hour now. Any minute and the boys would—
“CELESTIA’S TITS, WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR STASH?!”
Smolder smiled to herself. She was going to sleep so soundly.