Chapter 1: Siblings Sharing

Chapter 1: Coming Home

A crimson red and orange dragon sat atop his pile of gems, smirking as his gang wrestled beneath him, trying to earn the right to challenge him as King of the Hoard, a right they've yet to earn. A heavier set dragon, whose scales were of a deep purple, with several patches of lighter shades, managed to get close at one point, but he was easily sent back down with a quick jab of The King's foot. Garble, The King, cackled as the rotund dragon rolled down the pile, knocking over two other dragons before splashing into a pool of lava .

“Try again, loser!” Garble shouts as he ducked out of the way of a lanky purple dragon named Fume, with long blonde hair covering his face, who came flying in from the side, trying to catch Garble by surprise.

Fume landed head first into the hoard, with only his lower half sticking out, trying to grab hold of anything to get free, but it took another slim, yet more charcoal colored dragon, to pull him out.

“Thanks dude...” Fume says, pulling a gem out of his ear and tossing it aside. “Damn-it...I don’t think any of us stand a chance!” He huffed, blowing a puff of smoke out of his nostrils.

“Hey! How about we all take him at once! That'll definitely bring him down!” The charcoal dragon replied.

Fume didn’t have much time to think about what Baff said, though, as the pile started to rumble, and a large brown shape came flying towards them. Neither could do anything before Clump’s rotund body knocked them down to the ground at the bottom of the hoard.

Now laughing uncontrollably, Garble seemed to lose his balance as the ground shook from the heavy drake's crash, giving the meekest dragon in their group, a white and pink dragon named a Fizzle, a chance to tackle him. Garble was caught off guard, and with his balance already askew, the two ended up tumbling down, crashing into a pool of lava below. The gang was shocked. The weakest of them had just taken down Garble! Who's been undefeated for longer than any of them could remember.

“FIZZLE IS THE NEW KING OF THE HOARD!” The gang bursts out in celebration, running towards the wimpy drake still in the lava pool.

“T-Thanks guys...” He replied awkwardly, but with a proud smile.

Unbeknownst to the gang, Garble was still pinned down under said winner, face first against the lava floor, his tail hanging above him, and his cheeks somehow getting redder. The feeling was unfamiliar to him, but something about it just felt... right. He could feel the tent in his pants growing with each of Fizzle’s subtle movements, each one unintentionally rubbing his crotch against Garble's rear.

He nearly moaned as he felt Fizzle pressing against his ass, trying to lift himself up, but the red drake quickly bursts out of the lava, disguising his gasp of pleasure with a gasp for air.

“Oh! Sorry dude!” Fume says, going to help him up, only to be pushed back.

“H-He got lucky! I will be King of the hoard again in no time!” He stated, standing up and adjusting his pants to make sure the tent wasn't too noticeable.

“Hey, Garble... sorry if I, uh...” But before Fizzle could finish his apology, Garble turned and took off towards his cave.

He had to get rid of all the thoughts now running through his head as quickly as possible, or else they might find out and think he was a gay little sissy, “Whatever! Later! I'm turning in!” He shouted as he flew out of sight, dashing for his cave.

‘The fuck is wrong with me!’ He mentally screamed at himself as his mind was a storm of thoughts.

“Smolder, are you sure we should tell Garble? I don’t think he likes me very much, even now,” asked the purple dragon with deep emerald green belly scales.

“Spike. He will find out sooner or later, and we're not just tell him, we're telling my parents, too. We've been together for well over two years now, and eventually my family will find out.” The dragoness stated, flaunting her perfectly curved form, yet still flexing her visibly toned muscles as she carried her bag to the door.

The two lone dragons in Ponyville started dating a few years after helping Ember hatch the eggs and getting Garble to show off his love for poetry. It started off as just friends with benefits, but quickly turned into a real relationship after Spike asked her out on a real date, and convinced her to give dating a try.

Recently Smolder had been wanting to visit home, and figured it would be a good chance to tell her family about their relationship. Twilight, and just about everyone in Equestria, knew, but her side was totally in the dark about it. It's mostly because they were so busy: with Smolder finishing her advanced classes, so close to graduating from Twilight’s School of Friendship, and Spike helping run that very school.

“Yeah... you're right. Though, with any luck, he won’t kick my tail into next year.” He commented, knowing just how overprotective older brothers can be.

Smolder just rolled her eyes before walking over to the bed Spike was sitting on, “if he wanted to, he'd have to get through me first, ya dork.” She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him, comforting him as she pulled his head in between her ample breasts.

“Besides... messing with my things has never worked out well for him.” She teased as she nibbled the fin on his ear, causing him to shiver.

“Maybe we can do something to help calm my nerves before heading out?” He asked as he felt her ever so slightly wiggle her perfectly rounded, yet toned rear against his crotch.

She looked down at her dorky mate and smirked, before pulling him up, into a deep, passionate kiss, pushing him down as she did so, onto the plush bedding as she straddled his hips, “I was thinking about it... figured it was the best way to get you out without worrying.” She cooed as she feels his hands grab her ass.

Normally Spike wouldn’t be so forward, but after enough time with Smolder, he learned that she loved it when he got a bit bolder, and grew to fit her desire. Starting off as your classic polite virgin, he grew into a loving machine, easily able to match a normal dragon's stamina and skill, thanks to all the late night sessions they manage to get into. The dragoness was proud of her work, though at times she thought she may have done too well, as some nights left her wobbling to class the next morning.

Their lips lock again, Spike’s hand moving from above her pants to under her panties, enjoyed the feeling of her well defined rump while the other slides down her side, brushing against the mark just above her waist. His khaki pants were struggling to keep his sword sheathed at this point, as her breasts pressed against his chiseled chest. It wasn’t long before they broke off, just to quickly remove the clothes that blocked them from their goal; Smolder nearly tearing her booty shorts off as Spike was just seconds away from burning his pants off from not unbuttoning them fast enough.

“We should make this quick...” Smolder says, knowing it would take them a while to fly all the way out to the dragons lands, but still desperate for her hunk of a dragon, as shown by the wet spot on her discarded panties.

Spike could only nod as he admired her body, and electric blue eyes, “you get sexier every time I look at you~” He growls as he discards the last of his clothes, exposing his hardened rod to his lady love.

“Likewise, stud~” She licks her lips, seeing him pulse before her. She would normally have taken her time to slurp on his road, and gulp down many of his generous loads, but she knew they didn’t have the time.

She quickly positioned her dripping snatch over his shaft, letting the tip brush against her shimmering lower lips. Spike grabbed hold of her rump with one hand, and one of her breasts with the other, kneading both with care. The orange dragoness licked her lips once again before slamming herself down, filling herself to the brim with his dragonhood. A puff of smoke escaped both of them as they felt themselves joining together.

“Fuck... I swear you get bigger each time...” She coos with lust in her eyes.

Spike blushes a little, as based off what Smolder had told him, he was far above average for most dragons, even ones older and bigger than him. It made him a lot more confident, since hearing this from her meant she was happy about him, especially since she had more experience, even if it was only a handful of times.

Spike gave her ass a nice slap before starting to thrust into her, taking her for a ride, feeling every inch of her passage squeezing him as he pounded her. The sound of their grunts and moans filled the room as she held onto his shoulders, her claws digging into his thick scales as she slammed herself down fast as she could, to start meeting his thrusts.

“Don’t you dare hold back!” She shouts, her back arching, her inner walls clenching and flexing as she feels his girth spread her wide open.

He bites his lip, giving it his all as his claws grab onto her tighter, forcing her down harder, and thrusting his meat as deep as possible. Their wings were splayed and wisps of flames crossed their lips as their bodies burned from passion. They could each feel their climaxes building, desperate for release, as if their lives depended on it.

Smolder let out a low moan as her body shook with pleasure, constricting and convulsing around his shaft, desperate to bring him even closer to her very core. Spike arched his back, thrusting into her one final time before releasing wave after wave of seed deep within her. The sudden warmth filling her sent her over the edge yet again, cascading even more shivers down her spine, and causing her to flap her wings as she grounded her rear against his lap, savoring the soothing heat of his seed.

After some time to come down from their highs, the sounds of their pants and gasps were broken by Smoulder, “Feeling better...?”

The drake below her could only slowly nod and shiver as he felt his softening shaft slide out of his lover, cooing as his cum leaked from her rising form.

“Gonna need another shower before we go. Don’t wanna show up smelling like sex. Dead give-away before we even tell them.” She smiles as she turned back to him, giving a mischievous look, “Unless we want them to know we've been at it~”

“Shower it is.” He quickly replies, blushing at the very idea of anyone around them smelling their fluids on each other.

Spike could practically hear her eyes rolling as she stood up and pulled him up with her. “You're such a dork. But your my dork,” she happily sighs, dragging him to the nearest bathroom.

After a quick wash and a change of clothes, they finished packing their things and set off to the Dragonlands. Catching the wind just right, their trip was favored greatly and they arrived earlier than expected, cutting their travel time in half.

“We should find Garble and let him know we’re here,” Smolder suggests, scanning the ground below for her older brother, “Besides, finding him might be easier than finding my parents, especially if they're out gem hunting or something.”

Spike nodded dived down a bit lower to get a closer look, as Garble’s scale colors would cause him to blend in with the lava if he was swimming around in it. Luckily he was able to spot him sitting on the edge of a pool, tossing some gems into his mouth, but the closer they got, the more it seemed like he was distracted by something. Spike didn’t put stock into it, though, as he called Smolder, letting her know he found him.

“Good eye. Lets go.” She says, dashing off and landing a bit away, dropping off their bags to prevent any of them from burning up. “YO! GARGAR!” She calls out as she ran.

He crushed a gem in his hand before turning to see who called him by that name, but quickly smiled as he saw it was Smolder, “Hey what's up!” He opened his arms as he stood from the pool, meeting her with a high five turned fist bump.

“Decided to pay you a visit. And mom and pops, of course. Been too long.” She says, not giving the full details just yet.

Garble chuckled, “Missed your big brother, did ya? I get it. Mom and dad should be back from their gem hunt for dinner.” Looking over his sister's shoulder, he spots an all too familiar purple shape walking up behind her. His happy expression seemed to fade in an instant, “Is this... pony gonna be attached to you every time you visit?”

She raised her eyebrow before turning to see Spike sheepishly walking up to them, “Oh shut up, Garble, you know his name. You still wanna pick on him after all these years?” She says jabbing his side.

“Hey... Garble... How has your poetry been going?” Spike asked, trying to bring up something that Garble would, maybe, not get pissed at him for asking about.

As he rubbed his side, he glared at Spike, watching him squirm before rolling his eyes and nonchalantly replying, “It's been going well. Been doing classes since everyone was so interested after I showed them.”

“Hey Spike, you think we should go ahead and tell Garble?” Smolder asked, nudging his shoulder.

This got Garble's attention, bringing back the glare.“Tell me what?”

“Well, uh...” Spike rubs the back of his neck, “We... wanted to tell you...” His body's stiff, with sweat rolling down his face as Garble just stands there, towering over him, holding the physique of jock, bolstering muscles that put others to shame.

“Relax.” Smolder whispers, taking his hand in hers, which Garble notices instantly, his eyes glaring even harder at his target, trying to hold back from punching him into the sun.

Spike visibly relaxes, and after taking a deep breath, “Well... me and Smolder are... a couple.” He states as Smolder wrapped her arms around him, hugging him from behind.

Garble's glare grew colder, the silence was unnerving, and after a good minute, Garble inhales a deep breath before bursting out into a fit of laughter. He laughs so hard that fire spouts from his maw, growing hotter and changing color at the intensity of his laughter. His outburst gathers the attention of the rest of his gang, who came over to see what was going on.

“Hey, Smolder! Been a while.” Fume says, greeting her, “And... Spike?” He asked, tilting his head, surprised to see him with her.

“Yo, Garble! Why you losing your shit?” Vex asked, scratching his extended belly as he swallowed the last bits of an emerald.

Garble was still cackling, trying to catch his breath, “G-Good one, Smolder! As if you would date a loser like him!” He wheezed, pointing to Spike, who was awkwardly shifting in place.

“Wow! Good one, Smolder!” Clump bellowed as the other joined in with Garble’s laughter.

Spike was more than happy to brush it off, but Smolder’s clenched fists and rapidly tapping foot was clearly showing her irritation with them. Having spent most of her younger years with Garble, and by extension his friends, none of them ever expected her to date anyone. From what they knew of how tough she was, the only way anyone could get with her was by being tougher than even Garble, while also not daring to challenge her.

At least that's how they all imagined things to play out for her. It didn’t help knowing that Spike was raised by, what they considered to be, a weaker species: ponies, making him unimaginably wimpy and emotional. To them, the chances of her being with him was zero at best. That was until she started stomping over to Garble.

“Uh... guys...” Fizzle says, trying to get their attention, as he was the only one of them not laughing, the only one that sees the mark poking out the bottom of her shirt, and the only one noticing how pissed off she is, “I don’t think she's joking.”

Garble was practically wheezing before Smolder grabbed him by his collar and pulled him to her face. “You got a problem with my choices? Do ya?” She growls at him, forcing the gang to freeze on the spot.

“You... you're not joking?” Garble asks, having a front row seat to the rage in her eyes.

A trail of smoke was emanating from her nostrils as she growled out her response, “Do I look like I'm joking?”

The others stood shocked, snapping their eyes to Spike as he moved over to Smolder, who whispers into her ear, “I think they believe you...”

At that, Smolder sighs and lightly shoves her brother away, “Well, now you know. You gonna keep picking on Spike now?”

Garble looks from her to the drake behind her, “I can't believe it. My badass sister, one of the fiercest dragons around... how'd you even get with this twink?”

“Twink? I know for a fact that he could beat all your sorry butts! Would he be better for me after that?” She asks, crossing her arms.

This almost caused the group to break into another fit of laughter. From their point of view, Spike's always been smaller and weaker than any of them, even if he was about their age, and very recently about their height.

“You sure are putting a lot of trust in him, ain’t ya?” Fume declares as he and the others circled him.

“You guys never gave him a shot before. Not a real one, at least,” she lambastes, floating over to a pile of gems, picking up one of the rubies, and taking her seat. “Show’em what you got, SuSu!”

The gang looked back from Smolder and laughed, at the situation, at the pet name, at everything, all while Spike was flushed red in embarrassment, but quickly tried to shake it off. “H-Hold on. Let’s be reasonable... no one has to prove anything here...” He states, looking at the five dragons around him.

His words fell on deaf ears, however, as the ground shook and the biggest of the group, Clump, came charging at him as fast as his stubby legs could carry him, causing Spike to immediately turn to the foe, shifting his stance and bracing for impact. Clump slammed into the purple drake with all the force of a professional linebacker, but Spike was moved only a few inches before wrapping his arms around the tubby drake and using his tail to sweep his feet from under him, using his own weight against him and sending him flying.

The group was stunned, while Smolder smirked, “That all ya got?” And before Spike knew it, the others rushed him.

While all the action was going on, Smolder simply sat and watched proudly, only taking her eyes off the spectacle when she felt the gem pile shift as Garble sat down with a perplexed look beside her.

“Hey GarGar.” She says, getting his attention, “Why are you still picking on Spike? I thought that after you got more open with your poetry, you would've chilled out.”

“Is it wrong for someone to be protective of his little sister?” He says, passing it off as almost nothing, “What do you even see in that little twerp, anyways.”

“First off, I don’t need protection, I can handle myself just fine. Second, he isn’t all that bad, just like you aren’t all that bad.” She says, giving him a slight punch in the shoulder, “Besides, I'm sure you have better things to do than harass him all day, right?”

“Yeah, maybe.” He says idly, tossing a gem between his claws as his eyes wandered over to his gang, who were trying their best to take down Spike, but he was fending them off at every turn.

“Oh, I've been meaning to ask: Have you been seeing anyone, Gargar?” She inquires, genuinely curious about who's been entering her brother's life, “I'm sure you have at least a few dragonesses clamoring for a spot in your hoard, right?”

He pauses, this simple question should've been nothing, but it just made him stop, absentmindedly crushing the gem in his hand. His mind was sideswiped, thrown off, thinking about how he hadn’t actually had any success in any of his past relationships, if they could even be called that. Sure, dragonesses loved his confidence and his body, but it never lasted more than a single night, if they even got that far. They just... never connected, every one night stand was just a shallow, quick fuck. He never felt the drive to be with any of them, and, most of the time, it was a mutual feeling.

He wanted to live his life without any strings attached, to any dragonesses or hatchlings. He's just always felt better being with the guys, without any of those mushy feelings or anything like that. Being with his friends made him feel more comfortable, more accepted, more... and that's when he remembered what happened with Fizzle, particularly when fizzle's crotch was pressing against his rear; the feeling of being pinned by someone in control of him, even if it was unintentional.

Without thinking, his eyes wandered to the group of guys before him now, watching their sweaty bodies flexing against each other, gazing at their feats of strength. He watches as their muscles ripple with every tackle, envious of their blows, thinking of how good it would feel to have them impacting against him. He gazes at their bodies, watching as they work up a good sweat, and especially at their packages, bouncing and bulging in their pants and shorts. All making him ignorant of his own growing blush and tenting pants.

Smolder takes notice of her brother’s extended pause, and when she turns to look at him, she sees his blush, and it was not from memories long past, it was from his gaze, which is locked on the scene before them. So she turns and takes notice of the dragons below, taking her time to admire their bodies, biting her lip as she came to a wild and lascivious conclusion.

“That is... unless you were... into something else.” She says, leaning into her brother as her voice drifted higher and softer, “Maybe... other males, GarGar?”

His ear frills shoot up at her words, his face nearly glowing brighter than lava. ‘Gotcha,’ she smirked, but before he could retort, there was a shout as Spike managed to end up in one of the nearby pools of lava.

The siblings turn as Spike bursts out of the lava, but instead of the nearly formally dressed man he had been, out rose the nude form of an adonis. Garble’s eyes grew wide, and the feeling of his pants tightening became almost painful at the sight of Spike’s slim yet fit frame, lava dripping down his muscular form, over his glistening scales, rippling evers so lightly when he moved. His eyes couldn't help but follow the trails of fiery red and yellow as they flowed down to the main attraction.

Hanging between Spike’s legs was his package: bigger and bolder than Garble could have ever imagined him packing. Each and every subtle movement capturing the red drake's gaze, transfixed on the swaying of his shaft and swinging of his balls, radiating their power and desire for an incredibly fertile mate. Garble started panting, each breath firing out more and more visibly as he grew hotter and hotter under his collar, and the tent in his pants started twitching wildly, desperate for any attention, a sight that gave Smolder all the information she needed.

“Oh Spike! I should have mentioned! Only dragon clothing can withstand lava.” Smolder almost reluctantly shouts, admiring him alongside her brother with a lick of her lips.

Looking down, Spike covers himself as quickly as he can, “I Thought the lava was enchanted with some kind of magic or something!” He shouts as he rushes over to his bag, shifting through to find the quickest change of clothes he could to cover his 'shame'.

"Nope! Dragons just use fireproof fabrics... only natural ones in the world!" Smolder replies, enjoying the last sights of her lover's rear as he covered himself up with a spare change of clothes.

“Well now I know!” He says, dressed again, but this time avoiding the pools like the plague, and seeing how there was no one else coming after him, he finally relaxes a bit, clearing his throat and stretching some of his sore muscles.

After a cough from his sister, Garble finally came back from his fantasy, quickly turning away from Spike and trying to clear his head of the sights he had just seen, but he couldn't escape the titillating thought of Spike's naked form, sticking to the forefront of his mind like no other. “You ain’t out of the woods yet! You still gotta deal with our parents! And I still think you could do better, Smolder.” He shouted, not looking at either of them.

He turned to look at his gang, who were all panting and laying about, having spent a surprising amount of energy trying to take down the drake, only to fail in spectacular fashion. He huffed, disappointed how even 5 five of them couldn’t take on the weakest dragon he had ever seen. Furious and flustered, he took off into the air, flying straight to his cave.

Spike let out a heavy sigh as he watched him fly off, “I know he didn’t like me before, but after this, I doubt he'll ever like me.”

“I wouldn’t say that, Spike, I'm sure we'll find a way for him to warm up to you,” She says, kissing his cheek. “Also, all this,” she points to the still worn out and bruised dragons on the ground nearby, “was hot~” She whispered, smirking at his sudden blush.

Spike just stood there for a second before shaking it off, “Uh... well... should we help them?”

Smolder looked over, hearing a few of them groaning in pain, “They're still breathing. It's fine. Besides, we need to head to our cave and introduce you to mom and pops. Don’t worry, they're more like me than Garble, well at least dad is. Maybe they could get you some fireproof clothes, too. Though, granted, seeing you naked, covered in lava, was a treat.” She says, flicking her tail along his inner thigh.

He shivered from the sensation slithering down his spines. “You're too much of a tease,” He says, watching her turn and helping her pick up their bags, following her lead as they made their way to her family cave.

“You know you love it, ya goof.” She snickered as she took flight.

Chapter 2: Sharing Siblings

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“You ain’t half bad for a pony-raised drake.” Her father chuckled with a deep booming voice, giving Spike a playful pat on the back, which, if he wasn’t ready for it, would have sent him crashing to the ground from the massive size difference between them.

Smolder has to hold back a giggle, “Told ya, pops. He's a good guy.”

“And a fighter at that. He doesn't look like it, but if he easily kicked the rears of all of Garble’s pals, he's definitely dragon enough for you.” Her mom says with a toothy smile, glad to see that despite his lithe form, the drake can hold his own when he needs to.

“It was nice meeting you as well. And the gems were amazing.” Spike says with a sheepish grin, glad their meeting had gone way better than he expected, “As well as all the info on dragon mating rituals... it was... very detailed.” He cleared his throat.

“Ya needed to learn it one way or another; Smolder does have your mark, so she's part of your hoard now, or as you called it, your ‘herd’. And she's definitely gonna be at the center of it, whether you want her there or not,” her father jokes, slapping Spike on the back yet again, nearly sprawling him out on the floor.

“Okay, I think we've had enough action for one day, so why don't we all hit the sack? We're gonna be here a few days, so no need to tire us all out now.” Smolder says as she grabbed Spike by the arm, leading him away from her parents with a smile.

As the four of them headed to their respective rooms in the cave, Garble was in his own, staring at the stalactite above him. He skipped out on dinner, not wanting to spend the time staring at the newest drake to the table, opting, instead, to utilize his workout equipment. For him, it was how he relaxed, ridding himself of any mental annoyances, while keeping himself in tip top shape.

He ditched his clothes into the growing laundry pile midway through his workout, as they were already soaked in sweat. Garble’s brow furrowed as he grunted, counting each rep as he curled his dumbells to his chest, his mind focusing on the growing pains in his arms as the rest of his family ate. Before long, he reached his target, dropping his gear to the ground and flopping onto his bed, staring at his ceiling as his body glistened with a layer of sweat.

After a minute or so to catch his breath, his mind started wandering again, looking up at the familiar rock jetting down, noticing the subtle grooves and features of its cylindrical shape, as well as the water slowly dropping down, almost pulsating its rigid...

"Alright, that's my ceps done, now to get my pecs!" Garble quickly says a bit too loudly as he bolted upright, ripping his eyes away from the rock structure before him and jogging over to his bench for some bench presses. As he puts in the weights, though, he starts mumbling the rest of his workout plans. "Gonna step it up this time, get back up to the top of my game! Yeah, an extra ten oughta do it!"

With that he kept on with his workout, constantly fighting his own body, as his eyes continued to wander the room, looking everywhere but the now noticeably phallic rock formation. His goal was simply to take his mind off that one certain subject, but the very attempt itself was straining him. “Maybe a hot bath will help...” He suggested, walking over to his bedroom lava pool, tucked neatly in the farthest corner from his bed.

He slipped into the pool, bathing his body in the soothing heat of the lava. “Just forget about it...” He mumbles, just starting to enjoy the peace and quiet, but as he soaks, his brain was betraying him; what should have been relaxing only got him more riled up, particularly down south. He closes his eyes, sinking completely under the pool before growling and jumping out, slamming down on his bed in frustration, his erection failing to leave after every attempt to rid his mind of those sinful thoughts.

He closes his eyes, readying his body, and tries to focus on one of the hot dragonesses he's seen to deal with his arousal. He pictured her round, perky breasts and smooth, sensual scales pressing against him, his claws groping and kneading their bouncy rears, but just as his hand slid down to his towering spire, the scales beneath his claws changed to those of a more muscular form. Garble grunts as the once stunning dragoness was transformed into a tough and powerful drake, pinning him down on his bed, fixing his hands above his head, unable to cover himself as their mascline musk filled his nostrils.

“HGUHG!” Garble shakes himself out of the fantasy, his cock twitching in his grasp, his tip oozing with pre-cum.

He slammed his fist into the cave wall, growling, “What is wrong with me?” He closes his eyes once again, trying to bring the dragoness back, but she was replaced by the same unknown male. He clenched his eyes tighter, trying harder and harder to bring her back, but the more tried, the more he took notice that the male was familiar to him... this figure, becoming clearer, more detailed, filling in each and every one of his secret desires. It became... Spike.

His cock twitches at the realization of the purple and green dragon, but the rest of him clenches, desperately fighting against the truth, eventually forcing him to give up on satisfying himself for the time being and he just sits on the edge of his bed. “Food... Maybe some gems would help... Shouldn’t have skipped out on dinner...” He remarked, getting up and leaving his room, now noticing the time of day, particularly that his parents would certainly be in a deep sleep by now, so there'd be no reason to put any clothes on. Heck, maybe cold cave air might help him kill his boner.

“That went... much better than expected,” Spike mentions again, wrapping a lava proof towel around his waist. “Kinda surprising how easily they accepted me.”

“Yeah, I kinda guessed they'd be fine with you. Especially after hearing your heroic feats of strength... and saving an entire empire or two,” She giggles from the next room, getting something ready for her drake.

“Now I just have to worry about Garble. And of course he still hates me... not much of a shocker there.” He sighs as he plops his butt down on the edge of Smolder’s bed, luckily big enough for the two of them. “I mean, I know it shouldn’t bother me, but there's just gotta be something I can do to make amends, you know?”

“Come on now, Spike, I told you, I got it. Trust me, I know exactly how to patch things up between you. But that can come later~” Her tone shifts, becoming more sensual as she walks out from behind a corner, wearing a handmade set of lingerie, barely covering her luscious body with its transparent gown, flowing down to her bountiful hips and trailing back up her curves to her bra, gently squeezing her breasts between a thin piece of string, the only thing holding it together. Along with a pair of long black stockings, trailing up her legs, and a tiny pair of panties barely covering her bits while hugging her gracious hips, he was helpless before her. “Because right now, it's time for us to have some fun~”

Spike’s frills and fins shot up, his spear rising and lifting the towel covering him as her seductive gaze locks onto her prize, “Whoa...”

Garble’s ear flicked, hearing a strange sound, almost like a low groan, coming from Smolder’s room as he passed by. In the long hours he's been working out, he had completely forgotten that they were even staying there, and in the time between freezing in confusion and remembering they were there, he starts hearing long, wet, slurping sounds, emanating from the same room. His tip twitches, he bites his lip, and knowing what was taking place, he takes a step back, looking at the door, seeing a very thin crack of light. Moving just enough to see inside, he stifles a gasp as he sees Smolder on her knees in front of Spike, wrapping her lips hungrily around his thick, throbbing member.

Smolder smirks around the meat in her mouth, seeing that he was right on time. Glancing at the door, their eyes met, she winks at him, and then uses her tail to motion for him to stay while her head slowly started bobbing on her mate's cock, letting it slide deeper and deeper into her throat with each bob. The sight causes Garble to start licking his lips, seeing the girth bulging inside her throat, his tip leaking pre as he watched, captivated by the movement on his cock and the swaying of his heavy balls, filed with seed, giving him the urge to taste it, himself, to feel it gliding across his tongue, and down his throat.

Smolder pulls back to suckle Spike's tip, letting Garble see his full length, teasing him as one hand gets to feel the girth of his impressive shaft, while the other fondled his perfectly rounded orbs. Smiling at the need burning in her brothers eyes, she slowly stands, letting go of her lovers cock. “Lay back, SuSu~ I wanna feel that tongue of yours~” She says with a sway of her hips, tugging her panties down, showing Spike just how eager she was, while not exactly telling him everything she was excited about.

He nods his head, quickly laying back, eager to pleasure her as well, and while letting his cock stand tall and proud, he licks his lips, watching as Smolder crawls over him, her tail swaying as she finds the perfect position above him. He takes a whiff of her sweet scent as she lowers her rear, planting her ass against his face, and as soon as she settled herself down, his hands were already groping her voluptuous ass.

“Ah~ Eager for a meal, are y-oh~?!” She gasped, arching her back as his tongue dives deep into her dripping flower.

His chuckles were muffled between her cheeks as his tongue went back to work.

Regaining some composure, she leans down and begins licking his shaft, locking her eyes with Garble's once again, who was still at the door, watching their every move. 'What do you think?' Smolder mouthed, catching the red dragon's attention just enough for him to start licking his lips. He simply watched, entranced, as she moved her tongue over the rod before her, subtly noticing her finger, motioning him to come closer as she mouthed, ‘Come on in GarGar~’

His mind was in a trance, his cock was throbbing, his mouth was drooling, and his eyes were locked onto the sight before him, with Spike being blinded by his sister's booty, he was subconsciously soothed in the notion that no one would ever know but he and her. The one being he could trust with anything. So, before he knew it, Garble was silently entering the room, his gaze flicking between Smolder, Spike, and the sword she was offering him.

A powerful, musky, masculine scent smacked him as he drew near, emanating from Spike’s package, arousing him further with every step, causing Smolder to smirk at how easily he ended up on his knees, just inches away from the cock he wanted so badly.

“Impressive~ Right, Big Bro?” Smolder asks in a hushed tone, meeting with Garble's eyes as she takes him out of his trance.

Garble stumbles back a bit, finally seeing where he was, and who was staring at him, causing his face to flare up a darker red, “I... I didn’t mean to... I um...” His jumbled search for an explanation, or even an apology, only to be cut short by Smolder putting a finger to his lips, shushing him.

“It's so big, hard, and tasty~” She licks her lips, stroking it from base to tip, licking the drop of pre that oozed from the top as she did so.

He watches attentively, “I... I’m not... this...”

“In fact... I might need some help with this~” She says, kissing the twitching tip, “Don’t you think so, GarGar?”

“W-What about Spike?” He manages to ask, hesitant and worried.

She rolls her eyes, but gives him a small smile. “He can’t see through my ass, GarGar,” She softly says, grinding her ass against Spike's face and getting a greatly muffled growl of approval in return. “He'll never know~”

Garble swallows the lump in his throat. The room smelling so strongly of sex, with him at the very center of it, just inches away from Spike’s throbbing member, a sight he would never get to see again if he didn’t take this chance.

“Come on, big bro~ It's just you, me, and this~” She coos, wrapping her lips around the girthy meat once again, suckling its savory taste. "Delicious package~"

He leans in, but stops before making contact, “I... can’t. I... I'm not...” He stops, pondering about the juicy morsel just inches from his face.

"Just a taste?" Smolder asked, knowing he was so close to giving in. "Just one little lick? And if you don’t enjoy it, you can just walk away, like it never happened at all."

He thinks hard, his face holding its blush, his body aroused and ready, and the thought that this could finally quell the urges and thoughts bubbling in his head drove him forth. Plus, if he did hate it, things would go back to normal, where all the images of muscular dragons pinning him down and having their way with his body would vanish.

He gets closer, his nose practically touching Spike’s spire, “M-Maybe... just... one...” He says, his eyes catching a glint in Smolder’s as her wings opened, her lust-filled vision coming through.

He takes a deep breath, slowly inches his tongue out, and before he knew it, his tongue was dragging along it’s prize. He shivered, feeling the heat pulsating onto his tongue, sensing each and every ridge, bump, and barb as he moves up the shaft, and tasting the drakes masculine, salty, yet savory flavor. His eyes rolled back, shutting as the sensation overwhelmed him, his throat emanating a soft moan as he reached the tip, snatching up several droplets of pre rushing out for him.

He pulls them into his mouth, enjoying the new sensation on his tongue, and without a second thought, his tongue was lapping over the delectable tool once more. Again and again, he felt the fleshy barbs passing over his tongue, guided only by instinct and Smolder's gentle hand, slowly moving him up to his tip, coating it with a new layer of saliva.

“Now for the next step, GarGar~” She softly whispers, not wanting to take him out of his groove, pressing the tip against his mouth.

There was only a moment of hesitation, but the walls he had built to deny his desire were slowly cracking. His tongue awkwardly coils around its prey as he took it slowly into his maw, only for a sudden buck from Spike to cause him to pause.

“Watch the teeth, bro. Don’t want him losing any stiffness.” She warns, giving him his first piece of advice as he looks up to her, nodding briefly before he began sliding further down.

Spike grunts a little, feeling the occasional tooth nicking his shaft, assuming it was just Smolder giving him a bit more of a tease, but the more he thought about it, he found it odd for her to ease up so much with only teasing licks. He responded by doubling down, slapping her ass and getting a loud moan, feeling her slit winking against his lips.

Garble pulled back from the few inches in his mouth, gasping some much needed air. His cock throbbed below, but it was ignored as he watched how easily his little sister moved in to replace him, quickly sliding Spike's cock down her throat. The act forces out muffled moans of pleasure and light bucks from the drake below her, causing his balls to bounce up, right into Garble’s muzzle. The dragon peered down, watching them moving closer before giving them a lick, testing the waters as his sister took the shaft above.

Spike was confused, he felt a tongue brushing across his family jewels, but the pleasure was so good that he could hardly care at the moment. Too focused on Smolder grinding her ass against his muzzle, showing him that she wanted even more attention.

Removing herself from his member with a wet pop, Smolder watches as Garble quickly takes her place, leaving Spike’s orbs to focus on his tip. “Breath through your nose, it lets you keep tasting his treat in your mouth.” Says instructs him with a lick of her lips.

Garble nods, taking Spike's cock into his mouth yet again, minding his teething and breathing through his nose. He couldn't help but moan, running his hands along the drakes thighs, rubbing them idly as he slowly bobs his head, enjoying each pulse and fresh drop of pre. It felt right. This felt right, being here, with Spike, and something about that made it all that much better.

Watching her brother work, Smolder massages her breast and grinds her ass against her lover. She revels in the comfort growing on Garble's face as he gave his first blowjob, and shivers at the thought of teaching him more in the future. The thought of something so taboo; of sharing her mate with another male, especially her brother, only made everything that much more erocitc.

Garble’s face was red with enjoyment and lust, the frustration and anger from all the times he had to hide his erection around his gang was gone. It didn’t matter here. His cock was free to enjoy as much as he desired, giving his all to this stud of a drake, who would never even know who was doing it.

Smolder felt Spike’s claws digging into her thick rear, and she heard him let out a louder growl of pleasure than before. He was close, and she debated if she should warn Garble or not, but Garble seemed to feel it, himself, with his hands wrapped around his base. He bobbs faster, moaning as each inch of Spike's cock felt like heaven in his mouth, and he begins sucking, lapping at every drop of pre bursting with flavor.

She moans, coming closer and closer to her edge, feeling a shiver running down her spine as smoke and wisps of fire trail out of her mouth. Meanwhile, Spike thrusts his hips, causing Garble to gag ever so lightly, causing his eyes grow wider, and making his mouth suck ever more vigorously. Soon, Spike’s balls began tightening, shifting closer to his tensing body as he unleashed a torrent of pent up spunk right into Garble's mouth.

Garble suddenly found his mouth being filled by a warmth he never knew existed, widening his eyes and locking his hands onto Spike’s legs, trying to swallow the salty fluid as quick as he could. The sheer volume, however, was far too much for him to handle, forcing him to pull off, gasping for air as the cock springs free, releasing its remaining loads onto Garble's muzzle, coating it in its sticky goodness.

The sight of her brother’s mouth being filled, and his face getting rope after rope pushes her over the edge to a powerful orgasm, squirting juices all over her mate.

Spike continues thrusting his hips, eagerly tasting the familiar flavor of his dragonesses’s flower. Between each wave of pleasure, he greedily lapped at her winking clit, being rewarded with moans of pleasure from each lick. As his orgasm died down, he felt Smolder shifting her weight, but only enough for him to get some fresh air and to hear her next words.

“Ready for another round, SuSu~” She asks between pants, looking back at him with a smirk as Garble stares at Spike's cock, absentmindedly swallowing the cum in his mouth.

Feeling the warm cum gliding down his throat, his tongue lashes about, keeping the flavor fresh in his mind, reminding him of its perfectly savory nature, sending his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He enjoyed every second of what just happened; giving a male, specifically Spike, a blowjob, something he never would have done just a few days prior. His throbbing erection was still standing tall, proof of how much it excited him, further conflicting him as he fought the fact that he's done something so gay, and yet it felt so good. So right.

He licks his lips, catching more of the lingering taste, and feels his stomach, filled with warmth. But as his hunger was sated, a new feeling was making itself known, a sense of emptiness that was starting to edge its way to the forefront of his mind. It was a feeling he's never felt, in a place he has never thought about, a hole, growing inside him, tingling with desire to be touched, to be filled, to be ravaged. A sensation that had first appeared when he was pinned when he lost King of the Hoard for the first time.

All other thoughts were silenced as he looked before him, seeing the tower coming back to its rightful height, all but this new desire, a desire he now knew how to fulfill.

Smolder saw the blank look on her brothers face, making her nervous from the several moments of silence. She honestly didn’t expect him to go this far, swallowing Spike’s load was a big step, maybe too far. Or at least that's what she thought before he stood up, and instead of running out of the room, he came forward, climbing onto the bed, and before she could say anything, she saw the gentle sway in his tail, and how he brushed his body against Spike's cock with a lidded look of pleasure on his face.

Her jaw nearly dropped, seeing him positioning his rear above the slickened rod, “GarGar...” She exhaled, the idea of what he was going to do fully hitting her, making her clit wink wildly.

Spike, by this point, was absolutely certain someone else was there, but waits as Smolder leans back, pressing her ass harder against his face. He feels something pressing against his tip, something that wasn't lips, he felt firm scales and the underside of a tail. He couldn’t question it, his muzzle was busy being buried deep within her rose bud.

Garble winces as his virgin anus is stretched, attempting to put something so girthy inside him that quickly is nearly impossible. Smolder can tell he's struggling, knowing it wouldn't be easy, being a formally straight male, never having any experience with anything going in. He needs help, especially when the look in his eyes screams that he needs draconic lust.

“Hey GarGar... Let me help you out.” She says, her tone soft and comforting, bringing him back just enough to remind him of her presense.

He blushes, looking up to her, “H-How...” He manages, having been mostly silent so far.

“Turn around, lift your tail, and relax...” She tells him, motioning for him to move closer and expose himself to her.

He was hesitant at first, but feeling Spike's rod flexing against his clenching pucker, as well as the empty sensation growing stronger, he moves, turning and lifting his tail, showing her his rose. This is wrong, he knows it, doing anything with his little sister was just wrong, but he's too far deep into his lust to care. Smolder takes her fingers, slicking them with silva, and while using her free hand to spread his muscled cheeks, slowly traces his entrance, moistening it up as she goes, and eases him to relax with her calming voice, preparing him for her poke.

“Can't wait to feel him inside you, can you? Well, we just have to get you... ready~” She coos as pressed a finger against his hole.

He tenses for a second, but she was right, and if he wants to sate his growing lust, he had to loosen up. With a soft sigh, he relaxes, his tail going stiff instead, as he felt her finger entering him. She eased into him, slowly sliding in, gently moving around, getting him used to the feeling of being filled.

Garble gasps and breaths, fighting his natural reaction to clench and resist, adjusting to the intruder, finding it harder, yet easier than he thought. As he slowly became used to her first finger, she pressed her second, sliding it along her first, spreading him wider, and making him moan.

“Ah-ah~!” He was getting more and more into it, contracting and loosening around her teasing fingers, almost begging for more.

“That's right, big bro~” Smolder teases, “If your little sister can take it, I'm sure my big brother can~ Can't you~”

Garble nods, too focused to find his voice and wanting to be ready, moaning as a third finger slowly joined the others. Her other hand, meanwhile, reaches down, running across his sculpted pecs to his chiseled abs, “It's gonna show~ Maybe about... here~ Yeah, here's where it'll show~” She licks his neck, rubbing the spot she expects to see a bulge very soon.

Garble would have normally challenged her to anything, as siblings would, but he was focusing on filling that void with not her fingers, but the thick, throbbing tool before him. He moaned as Smolder’s fingers slowly pumped in and out of his pucker, rubbing and stretching his virgin star, focusing his mind on what she was preparing him for.

Once she feels him loose enough, she slowly pulls her fingers out, sliding a wet, slippery sound of his now ready hole, a sound that was music to her ears. “I think you're ready, GarGar~” She says, guiding him back down Spike’s body, positioning him above Spike's waiting shaft.

This time, he keeps lax, and, with Smolder’s help, easily lines the tip between his cheeks, his tail swaying with excitement. He slowly lowers himself down, pressing the tip against his entrance once again, but this time, after just a bit of pressure, he let out a moan as the tip popped in.

It was fading; the emptiness was being filled, and it was before the first inch of Spikes girth made it inside his ass. Grinding against the drake below them, Smolder releases her brother, letting Garble set his own pace as he lowers himself down. Girthier and longer than her fingers, he felt each and every centimeter sliding into him, filling him more then he ever would have imagined.

“I-It feels... So... Big~” He gasps, placing his hands on Spike’s tightly tone abdomen, balancing himself as he squats further down.

The first of his many fleshy barbs sent a wave of pleasure inside him as it slowly slid in, forcing out pant after pant as his cock throbs, ready to explode, moaning as he feels himself sliding more and more of Spike's cock inside him. He rolls his hips, swirling the cock around within him, rubbing it against every nook and cranny, building his pleasure with every pulse of the drake's cock.

Spike’s claws digs into Smolder’s ass, earning a groan and a shake on his face, and he moans as he feels how tight the other dragon is around his cock. He could tell they were taking it slow, perhaps because it's their first time, whoever they are, and that thought made him groan, almost as much as the vice-like hole, itself, at least as much as he could, being kept quiet by his dragoness's rear.

Garble stops his decent, his ass filled with so much of Spike’s meat already. He moans as he slowly raises himself up and lowers himself back down to the halfway point yet again. Over and over again, he starts his slow, methodical rhythm as Smolder watches on, biting her lip, enjoying the site of her brother riding another drake's cock.

She was groping her breasts while grinding harder against her lover, practically begging him to eat her out like never before as she watched inch after inch disappearing into her dearest older brother. Glancing up, she saw his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and what she could have sworn were hearts in his eyes as he worked closer and closer to the base of Spike's dick. She looks back down to see his cock spewing a river of pre, untouched by anyone's hands, all the while noticing Spike beginning to thrust his hips, instinctively trying to get balls deep inside the being riding his shaft, a feat he was so close to achieving.

Garble could feel Spike’s cock pulsing inside of him, thrusting ever so slightly as he finally got the first half of it into his ass. But before he could work his way back up, Spike gives another thrust, harder than before, and brushes his tip against a spot Garble never knew existed. His body froze, eyes wide open and mouth agape, wanting to let out an animalistic cry of pleasure, but no sound could be made, as Spike’s thrust controlled him now, with every ridge and vein sending him further into ecstasy.

Smolder saw the love drunk look forming on her brother's face, and before she knew it, his whole body moved down in one swift motion. “G-GarGar?!” She gasped as she saw a bulge in her brother's stomach.

Spike’s eyes were rolling back, the tightness of the being riding him, squeezing around his shaft like nothing before. There was one strange feeling, though, nearly taking him out of his state; the feeling of something plopping against his stomach, but that was quickly dismissed by his cock being swallowed again by the third member’s passage. His rider came down hard, timed with his thrust to smack Spike's balls against whoever managed to take him so quickly in these past few seconds.

“Y-You okay, bro?” Smolder stutters, clamping her legs around Spike's head, forcing him further against her soaking passage, her clit winking wildly as she kept glancing at her silent brother before her.

Garble slowly looks to her, his body briefly slowing, and his eyes coming back down from their heavenly gaze, rolling back into position. “Amazing~” Was all he says, the hearts in his eyes growing bigger, showing how wild he was about to go.

Before she could reply, Garble leans forward, raising his hips, just to slam them back down, bouncing on the drake's cock as he starts moaning once again, louder and higher pitch than before. He wasn't alone, though, as Spike started thrusting harder, matching his rider's eagerness, filling the room with wet, sloppy smacks as the large red drake’s ass met the hunk of a purple dragon.

“...” Smolder was speechless, at least until she let out a moan from Spike attacking her clit, fueling the fire of watching her brother riding him, mixed with her lover working ever harder to give her such amazing pleasure, making her wetter and wetter.

“More~!” Garble moaned as he slams himself back down, never wanting to be without the sensation he was being filled with, having a cock buried so deep inside him. “I want it all!” He shouts, no longer caring who heard him; lost to draconic lust.

Spike was so busy thrusting and eating that he couldn't register what was said, nor could he recognize the voice, as it was so heavily muffled by his currently ass-filled world. He did understand, though, that they both wanted more, and more he shall give them, thrusting and eating even harder, as hard as he could.

Smolder bites her lip and starts moaning louder, loving how her stud of a boyfriend, and now cock hungry big brother, were both enjoying such great pleasure from one another. Her plan was working so much better than expected, and it made her pussy quake more than ever before, making her clit wink aggressively against Spike’s muzzle. Her eyes start trailing down, getting a look at the union of her two dragons, only to notice the never ending river of pre leaking out of one of them.

“I... so... close...” is all Garble could manage, his eyes rolling back as Spike’s thrusts got harder and faster every second, not needing to focus on his cock, as it was a pot boiling over all on its own.

His hips slam down one more time, hilting himself on Spike’s cock, smashing the ridges against his prostate, forcing out a breathless moan as he finally came. His throbbing red member shot out heavy loads of cum across the green scales between him and Smolder, each rocket of seed following a high-pitched moan from the drake as he ground his ass into Spike’s lap.

Smolder watches each shot of her brother's seed flying across Spike’s chest, her hips moving faster across his face as she saw her loving big brother finally hitting his climax, all thanks to her Spikey. Her tail shoots up as Spike nibbles her clit, just as Garble’s strongest shot reaches her stomach, sending her cascading over the edge, right into a powerful orgasm.

Spike's mouth fills with more of his dragonness's juices, and his nose floods with her essence. ‘Fuck that's a lot~ And what's...’ his mind would have wondered more about the wet warmth on his chest, but the taste, the smell, and tightening grip of their guest's passage made great strides to keep his attention.

Smolder drools as she rides out her high, her body slowly becoming limp as she comes down. “All yours, GarGar...” she softly says as the last of her strength leaves her, making her roll off Spike’s face.

Garble’s moans softened as his orgasm subsided, but his eyes were locked onto the handsome drake below him, admiring his chiseled jawline, his smooth, polished scales, and his deep, emerald green eyes, now staring back at him. Neither could speak, nor could even think about their position, as their bodies were still so close to the height of pleasure.

On instinct, Spike sits up, breathing heavily as his hands slam down on Garble’s hips, earning a long, low, pleasureful whine from the larger dragon. The only thing in his mind was the fiery passion, the need, the desire, to breed the being riding him this night. His hips quickly pierces up, regaining their pace as he pounds Garble with all his might, now unrestricted by any outside force.

Garble wraps his arms around spike, his tail swinging wildly as he lets himself be used, crying out in pleasure like a dragoness in heat.

“More! Spikey! MORE!” He drools as his lover's purple claws sink into his ass, taking every inch of his cock, feeling Spike's heavy balls slapping against him.

Garble could only hold on as Spike wraps his wings around him, his thrusts becoming more erratic, smoke flowing from his nostrils, and low, bestial growls emanating from his maw. Garble felt each powerful thrust slamming against his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure all throughout his body. He looks into Spike’s eyes, they were just as glazed with lust as his, and he presses his lips against Spike’s, feeling their smoothness as Spike's wings tightened around him, pulling him closer.

Grable's eyes shot open as he lets out a silent scream, arching his back as he felt Spike bury himself inside him, all the way to the base. This feeling of lustful passion, it pierced him to his very core, penetrating to depths he never knew existed, holding him without any means to resist. He could barely hold back as he felt Spike cum, throbbing violently inside him as Spike's arms squeezed him closer, sending his member deeper, and filling him with a scorching heat not even his flame could compare to. Spike filled his hungry bowels full of fresh, hot, virile seed, sending his senses ablaze and across the threshold to pure and utter ecstasy. His ass clenches tighter than ever before around his cock as the splashing cum inside him sends him over the edge.

Garble came once again, coating the two of them in another torrent of cum, much larger than the last, pumping load after load between them as the rod inside him did the same, filling him to burst, and finally filling the void he's always felt. This is where he's meant to be. This is what he's always meant to do.

The two drakes pant heavily, releasing soft grunts as their balls finished draining themselves between them, cementing the powerful moment of physical devotion. Soaking in the afterglow of their robust session, Spike pulls the larger dragon down on top of him, onto the bed, his wings still wrapped around him, his cock still snugly fit inside him, keeping his seed inside the dragon he just bred. Garble shivers as his head lays against Spike’s, his soothing warmth comforting him, both against him, and inside him.

Smolder yawns, her eyes blinking open as she comes back to the world from her few minutes of rest, the heavy, musky scent of sex assaulting her as she takes in her first breath. She looks over and smirks, seeing Spike and Garble lying there, her lover still balls deep inside her brother, their post orgasm bliss still plastered on their faces, still swimming in their afterglow, still waiting for them to come back.

“Time to come back, SuSu, GarGar~” She softly says as she rubs their cheeks, causing them both to stir.

Before either could respond, they both opened their eyes and met each other's gaze yet again, but this time they were not blinded by the strength of draconic lust and the silence emanating from the two of them was deafening. Spike unwraps his wings from around them, and Garble pulls himself back, sitting up to give some distance between them, but was unable to move himself from Spike’s lap. The room remained filled with an awkward silence as the two of them stared at each other, both turning redder and redder as what happened started sinking in.

Spike opens his mouth to speak, but is only able to let out an awkward, “Uh...h-hi...”

Garble's face went from blushed shock to dread as Spike saw him. He shouldn't have seen him. He should've never seen him. That was the plan. That was the goal: to indulge himself and leave without Spike ever knowing he was there, but here he was, body betraying him, holding desperately onto Spike’s cock. His brain was running rampant about his life being over; that he was no longer the fierce, powerful, manly dragon he's always been, that he's done something so gay, so effeminate, when he wasn’t... or at least he thought he wasn’t.

“I-I... I didn’t... this isn’t...” Garble stumbles through his words, trying to think of any excuse he could give as to why he was there with Spike's cock in his ass. “We didn’t... FUCK!” He screams in desperation, quickly pulling himself off of Spike's spear, only for the sudden movement to make him release a bellowing moan.

Spike gasped as he felt his cock sliding out of Garble’s tight ass, exposing it to the cool cave air. An audible splash caught his ear as Garble stumbles off the bed, cum dribbling out of his rear. He sees Smolder wanting to laugh, but the expression on her brother's face causes her to pause, and makes her wonder if she made the right decisions as he backs away.

“GarGar...” She tries, but the drake turns and runs out of the room before she could say anything else, leaving only a trail of cum behind him.

As the door slams shut, Spike and Smolder sat in silence, staring at the door, then each other, then Spike finally asks, “What... the hell just happened...”

Smolder gives a sheepish grin as she rubs the back of her neck, “I can explain...”

Chapter 3: Accepting Sibling

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A few days have passed since that eventful night, the night Smolder explained everything to Spike, from what she figured out about her brother, the draconic stance on homosexuality, and her plan to help him open up, to accept who he is, and to help share the love, since, honestly, Spike's libido can be a bit overwhelming at times. But with her explanation came some criticisms, namely how she pulled her plan off, and as a result, they decided to give Garble some time alone, to process everything that happened, after all, even though everything they did was consensual on Garble's part, as well as enjoyable, it was still an extremely fast progression for someone just discovering these feelings.

So, in the meantime, Smolder decided to show Spike her old stomping grounds, the ones they didn’t get a chance to see on their last trip, being too busy saving an entire generation of hatchlings and all. It actually surprised Spike to see how much more there was to the Dragon Lands, and from what Smolder told him, it's gotten a lot better, a lot more organized under Ember’s rule.

“Where the hell are they!” Smolder growls, digging at the ground angrily as she went from boulder to bolder in a rather secluded area, “I know I stashed some good gems right here!”

“Um, are you sure no one knew they were here?” Spike asks, looking around for something, anything that could help clue them in on the mystery.

“Not a single dragon knows about this place!” She shouts before stomping off. “Fuck it! I'll just have to age some whole new ones! Somewhere that'll actually keep them safe!” She growls, smoke billowing from her nostrils as she took flight back to her family's cave.

“Hey Ma! Pops! Has Garble come out of his room yet?” Smolder calls out to her parents as she and Spike arrived, quickly being greeted by her parents.

“Not even once. Been dead silent in there.” Her father responds.

Rolling her eyes, her mother adds, “Any clue what's going on with him?”

“I think I know. I'll go check and see how the baby's doing. Meet you back in my room in a few,” she turns to spike, kissing his cheek before heading off to Garble’s room, knocking on the red drake's door, but only pausing for a brief second before slipping inside. “Hey Garble, how you holding up? Been in here for two whole days, bro.”

She turns and sees him sitting on the edge of his bed, facing away from her, looking like he hasn't moved in at least a few hours. She looked around the room and saw a few half eaten gems scattered across it, making her sigh as she saw just how her plan had affected him.

“Gee, I didn't figure you for the sulking type. I mean, it's not like anyone found out, not that you made it easy on us, leaving a whole trail of cum from my room to yours. A trail that took us an hour to clean up, by the way.” She recalls with a light chuckle as she floated over to him, giving him a nudge as she sat down, “Would've been hell to pay if anyone saw it.”

“Uh... yeah, thanks for covering that up...” Garble says, rubbing the back of his neck, not having thought about any potential messes since getting back to his safe haven.

“You think you're ready to come over to my room and talk? You know you can trust us to keep a secret, me because I care about you more than anything, and Spike because he's been raised by those namby pamby, goody two shoes ponies. I'm not sure he can even think about hurting anyone, just like with your poetry, he's never said a word about it to anyone, so your secret's definitely safe with him,” Smolder states, giving him a few moments to think it over.

“Yeah, but... ugh... I...” Garble stammers as he tries to think his way through what he was feeling: he enjoyed everything about that night, treasuring every moment he remembers, especially the passion Spike showed when he saw him... it felt... good.

“Bro, I know it was a big step... M-maybe a few steps too far, but if you enjoyed it, why stop yourself from enjoying more? As I said, no one else will ever know.” She proclaims while patting his back.

Garble glanced over, “Well, yeah, but...”

“If you had a chance to do it again, would you?” She smirks, seeing the blush return to his face as he thought about her words.

“Maybe...?” He whispers.

“So be honest. You know Spike's a good guy, a bit soft for a drake, I'll admit, but that's what made me join his hoard,” she says as she places a hand on his shoulder. “We might not agree 100% of the time, but if we did... that'd be pretty boring. That and he knows how to treat his mates right. Both in and out of the sheets~” She teases with her last line.

Garble couldn’t help but agree, even without knowing who he was fucking, he could still tell Spike was making sure he felt as much pleasure as possible: going slow at the start, like he knew he was a virgin, giving him a nice balance of gentle and rough as he let him get adjusted. Then, after he started bouncing on his rod, he went all out; giving him a passionate pounding that didn't end until he did.

“Would you want him... to have me join his hoard?” He asks softly, blushing as he thought about having another go with Spike, but not without worries about boundaries and other things about his new potential position in it all.

“Well, if you aren’t comfortable with that, just think of it as... Friends with Benefits. You know what that is; you've had several dragonesses without having a hoard, and I didn’t join one until Spike enticed me into his.” She reminds him, “And you can keep it that way as long as you want: just having some fun and enjoying yourself. Plus, it doesn't mean you can’t still like girls... I think ponies call that being Bi-Sexual or whatever.”

“A-as if you need to tell me!” He says defensively.

She rolls her eyes, “Look, bro, I'm offering you a chance to have some more fun. You can either come back with me to my room, or you can stay here, by yourself, and when we leave tomorrow, we'll never bother you again, like none of this ever happened.” With that, she stands and makes her way to the door, not slowing down as she made her way to his door, but just as she was about to close the door behind her, she felt it stop.

She chuckles to herself as she turns to see Garble in the crack of the door, “You made up your mind, GarGar? Want some more SuSu?”

He nods and opens the door to follow her, nearly making it to her room before he asks, “Um... why do you call him SuSu?”

“Well, if you really wanna know, it's my nickname for my favorite part of him. I'm sure it's your favorite part of him, too: his ‘Super Suck-able Cock’... SuSu, for short.” She says with a smirk, watching as his face turned a deeper red, surely thinking back to all the times she's called him that in front of him.

Meanwhile, Spike was standing in Smolder's shower, letting the lava flow from its natural plumbing to his hardened scales, its extreme heat relaxing him, a comfort he's rarely indulged in in his Ponyville residence, but here, it was the norm.

As his body relaxed, his mind started wandering off, wondering how Garble was holding up, especially after being enlightened by Smolder’s explanation, making him feel just as awkward as ever, as well as a bit flattered. Seriously, the big, tough dragon that's always bullied him, even up to that very night, was secretly going through so much. Neither he nor Smolder had any idea how long he's been hiding his true feelings, and if it was true what she told him about dragons, it was probably for the best that he did hide them.

Yet Spike wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest: he was raised by a race that accepted pretty much anyone for who they were; trying to find the best in everyone, no matter the differences between them, even those that hated them for no reason at all, they still loved and cared about them.

“I guess we have something we can talk about now....” Spike says to himself as he accepts that he's going to be one of the only two dragons who'll welcome him for who he truly is, and can be freely open with.

Though that still didn't lessen the shock of how far Smolder managed to get him to go without him knowing. Honestly, he was a little miffed that she pulled something like that, she could have at least given him some form of hint, or told him what she was planning, it's not like he would've rejected her outright... But he also remembered one of her reasons for not telling him: that he would've definitely tried to have a heart to heart with him before anything could happen, likely scaring him off for good, if not getting his blood to boil and have him slam Spike's face so hard into the side of a mountain that he'd be wearing it as a necklace.

The more he thought about Garble, the more he realized he never really gave him much thought, and as he pictured him, he saw that he didn't look that bad: chiseled, well defined muscles, natural strength, his scales looked tough, claws and teeth sharp enough to protect and protect those around him when needed.. He felt a blush growing as his mind wandered to more lascivious paths of thought, of his curves, of his bulge, of how it felt inside his tight, warm passage, of his long, low moans, and of the loving look in his luscious eyes.

A splash of lava on his dick pulls him out of his fantasy and he gasps, focusing on the rest of his shower as he uses the lava's suppressive heat to quell his growing pride before stepping out, “Maybe... if they both want to...” He starts as he stops the lava flow, “ Maybe... having another guy join us could be... fun.” He says as the last of the lava drips down his body before grabbing a lava proof towel for himself.

“I mean, Garble and Smolder both seemed to enjoy it... And as long as neither of them feels left out... maybe he can... join in, every now and then?” He says as he makes his way back to Smolder’s room wearing only a towel.

As soon as he opens the door, he freezes, finding the two aforementioned siblings sitting on the edge of her bed, seemingly waiting for him. For all that positive thinking he did, he nearly turns and runs back to the bathroom faster than even Rainbow could imagine, but the sight of Smolder's bright blue, hungry eyes made him pause.

“Hey there, SuSu! Looks like we caught you at just the right time.” She calls out, turning the focus to him.

Garble goes rigid as he sees Spike’s nearly naked body once again, while Smolder smirks at his reaction, at least before she joins him in his gaze, eating up the delectable meal before her, wishing he would drop his towel and let his entire form be admired. Their appetizer was not to last, though, as after a few seconds she made a motion to Spike to come over.

“As you can see, I managed to get this one out of his room. We had a talk, and things are gonna be a bit different.” She proudly states.

Getting back his nerve, Spike nods and clears his throat, “Well... Garble... I know that night was... well...” But before he could continue, Smolder shushed him.

“I believe you have something to say, GarGar?” She asks as she pats his back.

Getting the cue, Garble stands, taking a deep breath before making his way up to Spike, fists clenched, staring at the ground as he did so. Spike was tempted to take a few steps back, seeing that the approaching figure was acting more threatening than anything else, but looking over to Smolder, who had a calm, yet serious, 'sit and listen,' look about her, made him stop.

Soon they were only a foot apart, with Garble looking off to the side, carrying a deep blush and crossing his arms, “L-Look... I... what happened was...” He sighs deeply before growling a bit, his words a jumbled mess and his frustration obviously growing, “FUCK IT! I enjoyed it, Okay? Like a lot! And I might think you're kinda hot...” Garble shouts, though the last part was said under his breath.

Spike just blinks, his mind trying to process what he just heard.

“N-Now don’t go thinking this makes me a sissy or nothin, shrimp! And you best not go tellin’ anyone! Otherwise I'll kick your butt so hard you'll be tasting my foot!” He roars, waving his fist in front of Spike's face.

“Uh... T-trust me, I wouldn’t go blabbing about this to anyone.” Spike says with his hands up defensively, mental relieved the towel was still holding onto his waist.

Seeing his reaction, Garble backs down a bit, crossing his arms back in front of him, “Well... good...”

Spike, too, relaxes a bit, “Yeah... and uh... Hey, I'm sure you've heard this from Smolder, already, but it's true, I'm not going to think any less of you for your... uh... new interests.” He says, blushing as he felt Smolder sneaking up behind him and coping a feel of his ass.

Chuckling nervously, Spike uses his tail to discreetly swat her hand away before turning his attention back to the red dragon before him, “I was surprised, to say the least, but looking back on it, I enjoyed it, and, obviously, you did, too. Nothing wrong with that. And, maybe, if you want, we could... I don’t know...” He stammers, giving a warm smile and reassuringly placing his hand on his shoulder.

Garble blushes, but doesn’t move away from his touch.“See? That wasn't so hard, was it, bro?” Smolder asks as she puts her arms around both of them, pulling them closer to one another, “Think we had enough of the sappy stuff? Because if so, I think I know just the way to show how accepting we are.”

Before he knew it, Spike's towel was ripped away, exposing his member and family jewels to the siblings, and before he could react, Smolder was on her knees, removing her top and exposing her breast, grasping his member to rise it from its slumber. Wasting no time, she quickly started stroking his hardening member, pumping it up to its full length.

“W-What are you doing?!” Spike stammers out, taken aback by her sudden action and trying to cover himself up, only for his hands to be swatted away, and his concerns to be ignored by the dragoness.

“You gonna just stand there gawking, or you gonna help me out?” She questions her brother over her shoulder, who was just as surprised as Spike was.

“W-w-w-wait!" He stutters, shaking his head and taking a step back, "I didn’t agree to this again so soon... And not with... not with you. It's just... strange.” He gets out, trying to look anywhere but her bare breasts.

“Oh please, I already had my fingers up your ass, getting you ready for SuSu, here. Didn't hear you complaining then.” She rolls her eyes, before giving a smirk.

Spike was blushing wildly, as he felt her hand stroking his meat keeping it hard while she spoke to her brother. He watched Garble try to come up with some reason to dispute her, but she was right he didn’t give it a second thought that first night. It didn’t make it any less awkward now for him.

“I barely saw anything of yours! You still had... had something on!” Garble says turning away from the two of them, “I don’t wanna see you naked, I’m your brother!”

“GarGar, I saw, and felt plenty of you the other night. And I remind you that I am part of Spike’s hoard; you can't have him without me, but that being said, we're here," she kisses Spike's tip, "for," another kiss, "Spike." She emphasizes his name by giving SuSu a wet, hard, sloppy kiss before turning back, "Not for each other. So...” She starts, pressing Spike’s shaft between her breasts, nuzzling its tip, “Are you going to join me?”

Spike was just stuck there, frozen, cock between Smolder's breast as she talks to her brother as if he was just a dildo to her, and he was strangely okay with that... at least for now, not wanting to get in between them and their drama. He glances up to Garble, and sees him looking at them once again, still avoiding looking at his sister topless form, but instead focusing on him, and his fully exposed body.

“And you... won’t try anything funny, right?” He asks, “Like try to jerk me off or something?”

“Not unless you want me to, GarGar,” She states, still waiting for him.

“O-Okay...” He finally confirms before walking over, getting onto his knees next to her, nostrils flaring, catching the subtle hints of Spike’s arousal.

Seeing her brother's eagerness, Smolder moves aside, giving Garble access to Spike's shaft as she moved down to his balls. Garble blushes as he looked up to Spike, seeing his eyes watching them, hesitating, but slowly taking the tip into his mouth. Spike let out a pleasurable groan as he felt the siblings service his package, feeling their tongues coating his shaft and orbs in saliva.

“You're both... amazing...” Spike manages to say, his legs getting weaker by the second as the two tag teamed him, all while she gives him a view that made it that much better.

Smolder smirks before giving him her special move, taking both balls into her mouth and bouncing them against her tongue. Spike gasped and thrust his hips shoving more cock down Garble’s throat making him gag and pull back a bit, she glances over to Garble. He was blushing wildly and was bobbing his head on Spike’s tool eagerly to feel it in his throat again. Looking down, she notices the strain in Garble's pants, becoming tighter and tighter as his tongue ran along the cock that was slowly filling his mouth with bliss.

With a wet pop, Smolder lets Spike’s balls free from her mouth. “GarGar, aren't you forgetting something?” She asks, motioning to his bulging pants.

He blushes and pulls off Spike’s cock, watching it throb and bounce in the cool, cavernous air as he hesitates, his erection straining against his clothing, and, not wanting to kill the mood, he continues. Spike finds himself watching as the drake undresses, his eyes wandering over his muscles; his delts, his pecs, his abs, his powerful flight muscles.

Garble tosses his shirt onto the bed, getting ready to remove his pants, taking a deep breath before sliding his pants and boxers down. He shivers as his cock springs free from their confinement, standing at full attention as his balls swung freely below. He made sure to turn away, so Smolder wouldn’t see him, but in doing so, gave Spike a wonderful view of his rear.

‘Damn... his ass is nice~’ Spike comments to himself as his eyes traced the surprising amount of curve on him, definitely more toned than Smolder’s was, but still decently round, with a good bit to squeeze in his cheeks.

Garble trembles, feeling a pair of eyes practically fucking him, and he turns to see Spike staring at his ass, he felt his tail sway, slowly lifting without any conscious thought. He kicks his pants to the side and turns, walking back to the pair as his shaft and orbs bouncing freely, getting back down and starts licking Spike’s cock again, right back to his rightful place, with Smolder joining him, licking their respective sides while taking turns sucking on his tapered tip.

“I'm not... fuck... gonna last long at this rate...” Spike admits between pants, caressing their cheeks with each hand as he watches them share his cock like a Popsicle.

Smolder nuzzles his hand without taking her tongue away from her delicious treat while her brother’s eye twitched from the touch, but quickly follows suit, his eyes lidding as his tongue coils around the throbbing spire. Smolder takes this chance to move up to Spike’s tip and start sliding his mighty cock into her mouth, easily sliding it down her throat with practiced ease, all while Garble moves down to Spike’s sweaty balls, nuzzling them and inhaling their musky scent.

He laps at them, tasting the remnants of his sisters work, but pushes past the mental block as he starts thoroughly sucking on each and every inch of his sack, causing Spike to moan from their combined work. He felt Spike's balls pulling back from inside his mouth, returning from whence they came, and causing him to chase after them, sucking harder and licking deeper as he searched for those magical orbs. He heard a feminine moan, muffled by thick, slobbering meat as she pulled him further into her throat, holding him there before pulling back and stroking him, pressing herself against him, bouncing her breasts around his soaking wet schlong.

“Come on, SuSu~ Give me your hot cum!” She begs, her maw open, waiting for his creamy essence to burst forth.

“I... ah!” Spike’s words were cut short by Garble’s mouth tugging his balls and Smolder’s breast squeezing his cock.

His hips thrust, his tip throbs, his balls clench, and his cum shoots forth, flying across Smolder’s muzzle, landing from fin to chin. She moans as the heat penetrates her, and she quickly aims his cock towards her open mouth, eager to catch the rest on her tongue, coating it in its warm, tangy flavor.

Garble hears her moans of satisfaction and pulls himself up, feeling pangs of jealousy as he watches her swallow down the heavy load. He bites his lip and finds himself gently rubbing his cock, wishing he'd gotten some, himself.

She moans as she swallows the last remnants on her tongue, savoring the sensation of it sliding deeper inside of her, at least until she felt the cum on her face dripping down. She scoops a healthy glob up with her finger, cleaning but an inch of her face, before sliding it into her mouth, tasting and swallowing it all over again. But before she could taste a third morsel, she notices her brother watching her, his eyes full of envy and desire.

“Want some, GarGar~?” She says with a sultry tone, lidding her eyes as the cum continues to slide down her face.

He blushes at her question, looking down and biting his lip, not wanting to admit it, but he still looks up and nods, causing her to chuckle before scooping up a fresh finger of seed and holding it out in front of him. The familiar scent hits him first, flooding him with memories and passions, and, before anything else, his tongue flicks through the air, searching for the taste he couldn't enjoy before.

Smolder watches, unmoving, as her brother slowly comes forward, mouth open, fixating solely on her loaded finger. He connects, lapping at her digit with his tongue, sliding and slurping the juicy coating back into his mouth, and, before long, it's clean. She smiles as Garble looks to her with pleading eyes, simply due to the fact that she took her finger back and scooped up another glob threatening to leave her face, and he smiles when she offers it back to him.

Meanwhile, Spike’s barely keeping himself upright, his cock still standing tall between his jello-like legs, having been given an unparalleled level of pleasure. He eventually looks down and his eyes grow wide as he sees Garble eating his cum.

“Let's move this to bed, boys~” Smolder suggests, pulling Garble along and leading him onto her bed, ending with him on his knees, head by her pillows, waiting for whatever's to come next. “Tail up for SuSu~” She whispers before jumping onto the bed beside him, knowing he was going to eagerly comply as she lays flat on her back, legs splayed for Spike.

The dragon in question found himself drooling at the sight of the two siblings presenting themselves to him, all three of their holes open for him and him alone. On one side, there's Garble, with his rear raised, exposing his plump, succulent cheeks, his tight, winking pucker, dangling sack, and hardened cock. It would be so easy for him to hide it, but his tail was stuck, draped over his head, drooping over his furiously blushing face as he kept it buried in her sheets, “You just gonna keep staring, perv?!” He growls, not used to such an embarrassing position, yet basking in its results.

“Ya hear that? He wants you to do more than just stare~” Smolder teases, causing Garble to bury his face into her sheets, while still exposing his rear to the drake.

His gaze then wanders to Smolder, his true love, an angel in dragon form, breasts so soft and full, waist so slim and sharp, face so elegant and witty, eyeing him intently. She yearns for him, taunts him, teases him, laying there, rubbing her wet, dripping entrance with her sultry fingers as her tail begs him closer, “You like what you see? Come on and have a taste."

Spike’s legs finally finds the strength to walk forward, his eyes flickering between Smolder and Garble, the two dragons presenting himself to him. Their tails sway faster as he grew closer, becoming more and more excited with each step, watching as his swinging cock catches their eyes. He kneels before them, licking his lips as he prepares to enjoy his first treat, teasing her lips with his hand, ever so lightly grazing her slit. He inhales her scent of arousal, and lets out a breath of boiling air against her needy flower, earning an excited shiver from her.

“Don’t keep me waiting, SuSu~!” She pants, her clit winking wildly at him.

He peeks up with a hungry look of his own, “Wasn't planning on it.” Though instead of his usual cheery voice, this was said in a low, guttural tone, sending shivers down even Garble's spine, exciting him, and reminding him with those four simple words who the true king of this hoard is.

His tongue flicks out of his mouth, rubbing along her glistening folds before slowly dragging it against her clit, forcing her to grip her sheets. He presses his hands against her supple thighs grasping and massaging them as he teases her lower lips with drawn out licks, earning whimpers and gasps of air, all music to his ears as he dove into the main course. His tongue parts her sopping wet passage, feeling the warmth around it as he ventures deeper, twisting and turning along each and every fold. She arches her back as she feels his tongue diving further into her cavern, her legs press against his head, hands covering her mouth as she fails to hide her screaming moan.

Garble watches in awe, seeing such pleasure emanating from his sister's face, all from the work of Spike’s tongue. His hand wonders as she watches the two, his fingers lightly brushing against his pulsing cock. He bites his lips as he sees Smolder wraps her hands around his head and pulls him in further.

‘I-Is his tongue... really that good...’ He asks himself as he strokes his meat, pre dripping onto the bed, mind wondering how it would feel to have Spike’s tongue... back there.

Smolder twists and turns, eventually glancing over and seeing her brother arching his back, spreading his legs, raising his tail, watching Spike work his magic. She couldn't enjoy it for long, though, as Spike’s tongue hits just the right spot, curling and churning as his hands grope her ass, feeling jolts of euphoria filling her mind. She cries out in pleasure, her pussy a gushing river of juices as she nears her peak.

‘Such an amazing taste~’ Spike thinks as he laps her up, slurping out every bit of her as he fights against the tightening passage around his muzzle.

Spike moans as her tail brushes against his cock, teasing it, begging it, lusting it forth. His ears perk up, though, as he hears a deeper moan coming from his side, and he finally remembers their guest for this night's events. Not wanting anyone to be left out, he opens his eyes and sees the needy gaze of the red dragon before him and removes his hand from Smolder’s rear, instead, placing it on the drake's leg, watching as he tenses, but nothing more.

‘Okay... that's a good start... Now lets...’ His purple, scaly hand slowly trails up his well sculpted thighs, up to his well rounded rear, perfect for his grip.

Garble’s body tenses once again, but shifts slightly as he feels Spike groping his ass, his slight touch making him shudder before pushing back against it. Time grew slower and slower as he felt the hand slowly inching closer and closer to his tightened pucker. He lets out a moan as the first digit presses against his exit, slowly spreading him open, making him pant as he tries to relax, allowing the intruder to invade him, making his mind swim with every mixable signal.

Spike feels Garble pushing back against his finger, but Smolder’s passage starts demanding attention yet again, so he dives back in, breathing a soft wisp of fire against her snatch, making her moan before sending his tongue back in. Not forgetting their guest again, he pushes a second finger in, slowly pumping the two of them in and out, and, before long, he could have sworn he felt Garble’s anus trying to pull his fingers further in.

“Ah~ S-Spike~” Smolder moans, grasping his head as she grinds against him, her body being shot full of pleasure from his skillful tongue work.

He grins and doubles his efforts to bring her to a powerful peak, his tongue hitting her spot over and over as his nose bumps against her clit. She cries out in ecstasy as she cums, her pussy becoming a geyser of juices, spraying against her lover's muzzle. Spike eases up and closes his eyes, feeling it covering his face. The strong scent, the sweet and tangy flavor, an experience he will never get tired of.

“Oooh~ Yeah~ SuSu~ Drink it all up~” She moans, her tongue rolling out in pleasure as she weakly grinds herself against his face.

Spike does as she orders, his tongue lapping up every possible drop from her passage, all while his fingers still pump inside Garble’s ass, making the drake wiggle and shift, pushing back against his hand.

Smolder releases his head and she goes limp, panting heavily, “Your tongue... just keeps... getting better~” she cooed as she felt his tongue slowly slipping out of her.

“Well, you gave me plenty of practice~” He says, licking his muzzle clean.

She giggles and hears the soft groaning from Garble, causing her to smirk, “Then... how about we put your skills to a real test~ Mind getting GarGar prepped for the night?” She says this with a wink.

Spike blushes wildly, but he was already two fingers deep in his ass, and Garble did look rather appealing as exposed as he was. Plus, Garble did do a decent job with his own mouth the other night, so why not return the favor?

“Well...Okay.” He finally agrees suppressing any reservation he had about it, making Smolder grin as she watches him slowly pull his fingers out.

Garble whimpers as the intrusions leave his tight hole, and his eyes quickly shoot open when he feels two hands grasping his cheeks and a heated breath against his star, “W-What are yooouuuu~” His confusion is interrupted by the strangely smooth and wet sensation of Spike’s tongue passing over his pucker.

As he grasps Garble's glutes, he gently spreads his ass and admires the tough, well worked muscles beneath the softness in his hands that cushioned his rump. As he lapped at his entrance he smelt the heavy musk emanating from him with every breath, showing just how eager he truly was for him to continue.

Garble could only pant and grip the sheets harder and harder as he experienced a new, wonderful form of pleasure, which seemed to only grow as Spike pushes his tongue harder against him, and then finally past his ring, into his passage. He lets out a moan as it circles the insides of his depths, sliding as deep as it could, giving him the feeling only those on the receiving end of such pleasure could ever describe.

“Hmm~” Smolder hums before biting her lip at the site before her, something about her mate eating out her big brother, whom she's always looked up to, excited her to no end.

Spike’s cock twitches and throbs as he uses his skillful tongue work on Garble's ass, an ass that's desperately trying to squeeze his tongue still. His claws kneaded the soft, fleshy orbs, slowing working up to a hearty massage, earning moans and gasps from the drake. He blushes and pushes his tongue further as he listens, eagerly working with Garble as he grinds back against his face, clearly wanting more.

Smolder, meanwhile, scoots herself up to meet with her brother's face, planting her head on the pillow besides his as he moans. “How is it? Is it everything you dreamed of? Is my big, strong bro gonna cum from SuSu's tongue in his tight little ass?”

Garble tries to open his mouth and say something, but the only thing that comes out is a higher, louder moan as Spike’s grip tightens around his cheeks and his tongue work goes into overtime, hitting so much deeper then he had before. Spike would've given a smirk from Garble's reply, but he's just getting into his groove, and wants to see if he can win Smolder’s challenge.

“F-F-Fuck!” Garble chokes out as Spike gives his ass as slap before looping his tongue around and out to start lapping at his balls as well.

Smolder giggles and rubs herself as she watches Garble’s face twist and contort, his hands clench and shake, and his hips lightly thrust back against Spike's face. Garble is a panting and gasping mess before her, with Spike’s hands running along his rear, up his hips and down his thighs. She watches his tail flick around sporadically, never getting in the way of SuSu as he devours his now soaked rear like a full-fledged meal. Soon, she saw her brothers eyes roll back, his tail stiffens, his spine arches, and his hips thrust against Spike tongue.

Spike could easily tell he was close from the feeling of his passage trying its best to hold his tongue, tightening around it to keep him from pulling out. He starts flicking the tip of his tongue against the deepest spot of pleasure he could find, and Garble cries out in pleasure, his cock trembling as it unloads its built up seed atop the sheets.

His blast was so strong that a few drops managed to splash back against Spike’s chest as he holds Garble’s ass still. All he could do was lay there, speechless, eyes locked with his sisters, who watched him in his shame. As he starts coming down, Garble's face becomes even more crimson and shines with the light sweat running down his face, reeling from such an orgasm, one from Spike’s tongue, alone.

“I think you did a number on him there, SuSu~” Smolder chuckles while licking her own juices off her fingers.

Spike takes a second to pull his mouth from between Garble’s cheeks, his tongue slowly following suit with a wet, slurping noise as it slithers free, “I think... you're... right~” He pants, breathing in the fresh air before licking his lips and examining the shimmering opening before him, quivering as one final vestige of his orgasm dribbles from his tip.

“W-Wow...” Garble gasps, coming down from his high, “He... tongue... feel... mmm~” He ends it with a moan as he falls, letting his body roll onto its side.

“Don’t pass out yet, GarGar. We've still got the main event, and we don’t want to leave SuSu with this all on his own, right?” She motions her hand to Spike’s erection, still standing tall as he joins them on the bed. “Don’t tell me you lost your dragon stamina~”

Garble quickly raises his head, still maintaining his blush, “N-No I haven’t! I...” He trails off, “It just... felt... really good... is all...” He rubs his shoulder, not meeting either of their gazes.

Before he realizes it, Smolder rolls him over and pins him underneath her, “Good~ Cause now it's SuSu's turn to show you how good he is~”

Startled by her move and confused by her words, he asks, “What?! But I already...”

She rolls her eyes at him, “Riding him is totally different. This way, he's in control, and will be for the rest of the festivities~” She says as she lowers herself down against him, curling her rear to give Spike him a full view of both siblings once again, “Come on, SuSu~ Show GarGar how you spoil your treasures! Breed us~” She coos, her pussy dripping with excitement.

Garble's heart skips a beat from her words, and the thought of being bred, with Spike in control, made him harder than ever before. He peeks over Smolder's shoulder and watches as Spike moves closer, his dragonhood standing tall and ready, his balls filled with fresh seed, ready to claim them both.

“Your both look so sexy~” Spike compliments as he moves in, planting his hands on Smolder’s ass and sliding his rod between them.

He felt her familiar heat radiating off her winking flower, and the feeling of another drakes cock against his own was exciting him more than he thought it ever could before that night. He grinds himself against them, earning soft moans as he presses them against his spear, both eager for what's to come, and he blushes as he feels both their tails pulling him closer.

“You just gonna tease us!?” Garble barks, surprising himself before covering his mouth.

Spike smiles a bit before turning it into a large grin and giving both their rears a hard slap. “Oh, don't you worry, you'll both get a turn~” He teases in a commanding tone.

His cock lubes itself up with Smolder’s flowing juices and rears back, pressing against her pussy, spreading her folds before entering her wet, warm embrace. She moans, feeling each and every memorable ridge infiltrating her. The feeling alone makes her want to thrust her hips back against him, but his hold on her fixes her in place, stopping her as he leans forward, moving purposefully slow.

His tongue drags along her neck with an agonizingly lethargic pace, gradually sinking deeper and deeper into her. “So my precious gems want to rush things~” He growls long and low before giving a hard thrust, earning a loud moan as he drove himself balls deep inside her, “I guess I can entertain the idea... just this once~”

Garble pants, watching the scene unfolding right above him: the power Spike's exuding, even while not directed at him, is exhilarating to witness. He glances down, feeling something brushing against him, and sees something that makes him blush. Past his sister's swaying breasts, he saw a bulge in her lower stomach, showing just how much Spike was filling her.

‘How... did I...’ He thinks to himself, going back to the first night, blushing as he remembers that the bulge was once inside him, the thought never crossed his mind at the time whether he could even fit inside him.

His attention was pulled back to Spike and Smolder as Spike gives a powerful thrust inside her. The look of pleasure on her face, the moans and gasps each thrust forces out of her, the pure elated pleasure captures his attention. He feels her pushing back as much as she could, clearly not wanting to be without his cock inside her, and he shivers as the juices from her labia dribbles down Spike’s shaft, dripping a few drops on both his balls and his cock.

Spike gives an exceptionally hard thrust into her, causing her to lean forward against Garble yet again, “Smolder, are you trying to drain me dry already...” He groans as her pussy massages his cock as much as it could.

He slowly pulls himself out, panting as his cock spews out pre, obviously from being brought to the edge so soon, a feeling he was all too familiar with, not being the first time she tried to hasten their sessions, “Hmmm~ SuSu, you're too damn good~” She pants, her tail still coiled around Spike’s waist.

Spike chuckles, but feels a slight tug from Garble’s tail. He glances at him and sees a terribly fake indifferent expression, somehow mixed with a pout of jealousy. He gets the message and moves his hips down just enough for his well lubed rod to press under Garble’s balls, teasing between his cheeks. He quickly felt Garble's still moistened pucker kissing the head of his shaft.

“It isn’t... that impressive...” He says, looking away, trying to keep up his tough act.

“That wasn't what you said the other night~” Smolder whispers to him.

Garble blushes and opens his mouth to retort, but Spike’s smooth, scaly hands were running down along his thighs once again, spreading his legs open. Spike leans forward to try to get a look at him, but he's blocked by Smolder’s body.

“I'll take it slow. Just tell me if you want to stop...” Spike states as he readies himself.

Garble bits his lip as he feels the tapered tip sliding against him, “I'm not one of your namby pamby ponies... So don’t treat me like one...” He states with a slight tremble of both nervousness and excitement in his voice.

If Spike were a normal drake, he would've taken that to the bank and rammed himself inside him without any remorse, but he was no normal drake, and he didn’t want to make Garble regret anything about this night. He was still growing into this, and Spike wants to make it special for him, all the way to the end. He does give him part of his request, though, by pushing himself in without waiting for another invitation, much more gently than he did with Smolder.

Garble's eyes grow wide and he grunts as he feels the draconic spear penetrating him, the feeling of being filled returns, growing greater and greater with every inch plunging deeper and deeper inside him. He grunts, his hole clenching around his intruder, making Spike groan.

“Relax, GarGar~” Smolder whispers as she sees him struggle, “Let SuSu take you~”

Garble's body slowly starts to accept the throbbing shaft penetrating him, the feeling of pleasure washing over any semblance of pain and causing a moan to escape his lips. His own dragonhood throbs as Spike fills his passage that much easier, still resistant and tight, but becoming smoother and more pleasurable. Before long, his back sharply arches, an otherworldly pleasure shooting through his body, all because Spike’s cock brushes against his prostate, an action he soon repeats with another thrust, causing Garble's cock to shoot pre against his stomach.

“F-Fuck!” Garble gasps before moaning Spike’s name, using his tail to grasp his lover and pull him deeper, desperate to feel every bit of his meat.

“That's it, GarGar~” Smolder coos, seeing the lustful look coming back to Garble's face.

Spike groans as Garble tightens once again, causing his hips to twitch, wanting to slam himself against Garble’s ass, to feel the full warmth around his cock, but he bites his lip and starts pulling back, only a few inches, though, before thrusting back in, filling him once more with but a fraction of his cock. The slow and shallow thrusts were enough to get both drakes moaning, voicing their pleasures as they rocked back and forth. Garble could Spike's passion and care as he rolls his hips and runs his hands down the legs he was holding up.

“Hmmm~” Garble hums in pleasure as his cock twitches, slapping between him and Smolder with each of Spike's thrusts. The wet, slippery mess coming out of his cock and coating his stomach brought him back from his high, “Ah~ Fuck~ SuSu~” He chokes out the drake's pet name.

Spike's blush grows, hearing the name coming from Garble’s lips, it invigorates him, encouraging him to thrust his cock just that much deeper, that much harder, his voice echoing off the cavern walls as Spike's tip brushes against his prostate once again.

Smolder bites her lip as she watches him get so much attention, even with SuSu holding back so much, yet, before she knows it, Spike’s shaft leaves Garble, drawing a whimper from the drake on the edge, and then plunges itself deep within her. “AHHH!!” Smolder moans louder than ever before as Spike stuffs her full of his meat, not holding back his powerful thrust.

Every collision between his hips and her ass drove her further into the realm of ecstasy, her tongue hanging loosely as Spike properly railed her snatch. The pleasure amplifies as she pressed down against Garble, Spike's hands running down her sides, his fingers crossing over his mark, sending shocks of pleasure across her entire body. She was the gem at the top of his hoard, the one treasured most by the drake plowing her over and over, hitting her g-spot like a god.

“OOOOH~ AHHHH~!” She moans as his teeth brushes against her neck, biting ever so softly while his powerful hands wrap themselves around her breasts. He gropes and molds them to his whim, quickly slipping away to slap at her ass, making it bounce even more.

Her eyes roll back as a powerful orgasm comes crashing over her, her juices gushing out, coating Spike’s already dripping shaft and balls. Her walls convulse around the cock inside her, desperate to milk him for every drop he's got, needing every bit of his baby batter to paint her insides white.

Sweat drips down their bodies as their heat radiates around them. Smolder wraps her arms around her brother as her body was jostled around by the powerful movements behind her. Garble's body goes slightly stiff, but relaxes, blushing as he feels her breasts pressing against his pecs. His mind is pulled away from any potentially incestuous thought as he feels her stomach bulging against him; as he feels Spike’s cock rubbing against him.

“D-Damn...” Garble murmurs to himself, the thought really hitting him how damn big Spike is for his size, something he still tries to let sink into his mind.

He glances up when he feels Smolder’s grasp tightening around him, her body shaking and quaking violently as several drops of something drips onto his crotch. Smolder was just fucked into another powerful orgasm, her back arching, her claws grasping, and her tail trying to flail, but was held in place by a single green clawed hand.

Smolder babbles unintelligibly, her mind lost in near mind shattering gratification. And from Spike’s pace, Garble could tell he hasn’t even cum yet, having already given his dragoness two other worldly orgasms, he's still yet to be sated. His mind races as his desire to be plowed and brought to such heights by this one drake rises and rises.

A growl brings him back, fumes of smoke rising from the drake plowing his sister as an excited squeak emerges from her. She feels the familiar throbbing of Spike’s cock. She grips Garble tighter as the divine heat of his spunk floods her womb. Even with his orgasm washing over him, he keeps thrusting into her, spraying their juices everywhere, coating Garble's legs and crotch in warm, sticky goodness. Garble holds her tight as she goes limp, stuffed with so much of Spike’s cum, the thick liquid mixing deep within her cave.

Spike pants as he slows his thrusts, ending with himself pressed against Smolder’s rear. He locks eyes with Garble, who blushes and looks away, wagging his tail like a dog, happy that his master was looking at him, while wanting some attention of his own. Spike smiles, happy he hasn’t run out of the room, pleased by the cute noises he made as he slipped into his taut hole, and glad it hasn't changed the oaf from who he really is. He gently pulls himself out of his mate's aching pussy, churning out sounds of cum sloshing around inside her, and leaking out the still super sexy liquids, at least to him.

Smolder would've been proud, terrified, but proud, as his cock still maintains its stiffness. She's truly trained one beast of the bedroom, “I think I can go another round for you, GarGar~”

Garble would've normally punched the living daylights out of Spike for using that name, but he wasn’t in any position to do so, his body being pinned under his still pleasure-drunk sister, while his ass and balls were exposed to the drake who's already fucked him, quite recently, and was about to go back for seconds.

“S-Shut it!” He shouts, trying to be tough, his teeth bared, his eyes glaring, but that all fades with a gasp as Spike’s cum covered cock brushes against his rear.

Smolder murmurs something as she moves to his side, breaking them apart as she hugs Garble's arm. “Play nice with SuSu~” Is all either of them could make out through her goofy smile, shivering shortly thereafter as his cum still oozes out of her.

Garble looks back to Spike as he stands between his legs, his cock looming over his own hardened member, “If you want... I can...”

“Just shut up...” Garble growls. “Just shut up and put it in me...” He whispers, spreading his legs just a little bit more as he looks away.

“I just... you know... wanna be sure...” Spike flinches as Garble grabs his muzzle with his free hand and glares daggers at him.

Spike flinches as Garble locks eyes with him, “I swear... either put it in me...or...” Garble releases his grip, his anger vanishing before he could finish his sentence.

Spike grunts, for, in one swift motion, he thrusts his cock deep into Garble’s passage, all the way to his balls without any restraint. Garble's back arches as much as it could, his tail goes stiff again, his cock throbs, and his stomach bulges from the sudden, welcomed intruder, a reaction that causes Spike to moan as he revels in the warmth of the red drake enclosed around his cock. Spike looks down and sees a surprisingly cute expression on the drake's face, one he never thought he'd ever see, especially from such a sudden action within him.

Garble's voice returns with a moan, his body unable to move, being held in place by Smolder's grip, but he manages to look down, his vision slightly blurred from the abrupt surge of pleasure within him, and he sees the bulge in his lower stomach, evidence of what was fulfilling him once again. He looks up to Spike and seeing the drake hovering over him made him shiver, giving him even more pleasure as Spike groans, his eyes shut tight, his toes curled, basking in the feeling of his ass hugging his meat so tightly.

“S-SuSu~” A shuddering, moaning voice caresses his ear fin.

Spike's mind wanders back to the other night, the night he saw Garble passionately riding his cock, and he remembers the lust-filled look on his face. He opened his eyes and was met with the very same look. He sat there, taking it all in, until he felt him pushing against his hips, grinding and rolling, silently telling him he wants more, telling him that he's ready. Even though it was the same face that made his view of dragons so negative, seeing him in such a state makes his heart skip a beat in a way he could never describe.

“P-Please...” The word whimpers out to him, nearly pleading.

He wasn’t cruel; he couldn’t keep him waiting, so he slowly pulls himself out, removing half of his cock before slowly pushing back in, filling the red drake below him. He continues that pace, wanting Garble to enjoy himself as much as possible, never wanting to hurt him, never wanting to discomfort him, never wanting him to regret being himself in any way.

“F-Faster...” Garble moans, pushing back against Spike’s deep and meaningful thrust.

Spike hesitates, but obliges, and starts picking up his pace, causing the wet slaps of his hips against his robust rear to grow louder, mixing with the ever growing whines and grunts from the drakes, getting more and more attuned with one another. Each jab of Spike’s cock causes Garble to moan, his eyes drinking in the sight and shape of his cock bulging inside him, feeling his girth in places so deep within him.

The purple dragon’s meat hits his prostate once again, thrusting him that much closer to his climax, to the end of his ride, to the end of his pleasure, something he wants to enjoy forever, to be with him, underneath him, the one place that felt right. He blushes brighter as Spike’s hands move from his hips to the sides of his head, continuing to pound his rear as Spike leans over him. Rolling his hips, Garble's legs lift up, doing their best to wrap around the powerful drake as he's fucked into a true matting press.

“H-Harder! Harder!” Garble begs, not caring at all about how he sounds, caring only about their union in such a heated moment. Spike’s hips become a blur, his tongue hanging from his mouth as the power behind every thrust makes Garble’s cock shoot pre all over his chest, teetering closer to the edge.

Spike was on cloud nine, Smolder's ass was tight, but Garble’s ass is like a vice, gripping him in a way only a virgin could. Feeling it squeeze around his cock every time he buries it all the way to the base, making him groan in pleasure, slowly flooding his passage with pre.

“S-so t-tight... s-so w-warm...” Spike mumbles as he drives himself harder, nearly giving him his all, while not wanting to hurt him.

Wave after wave of powerful lust washes over Garble's body, his mouth hanging open as he lays there, tip twitching, eager to burst, but Garble ignores it, focusing only on the feeling in his ass, wanting another climax like before, without a single touch to his shaft. He suddenly takes in a sharp breath and lets out a blast of fire, sending it flying past Spike's face as his own rod fires off shots of its own, his hips bucking wildly as his stomach and chest is coated in white.

A low groan passes Spike’s lips, the sudden tightness around his cock urging him to thrust even harder. His gaze falls down to Garble, watching him cover himself with seed, and slows his hips, not wanting to overstimulate him, but that's not what Garble wants.

“Don’t you dare... slow down...” Garble growls as his orgasm subsides, “Not until...” He stops, hesitating, but soon steels his resolve, “Not until... you fill me... too... or is my ass not good enough for ya?”

Shock emanates from Spike's face, seeing a mixture of lust and anger, and knowing Garble, Spike doesn't argue, he simply presses his hips forward, thrusting as deep as he can into the strong, stubborn drake, drinking in his moans before bringing it back out, only to thrust again, faster and harder. A single word, a single clench, a single sign he's in distress and Spike would stop. It doesn't matter to him if he finishes, only that his lovers enjoy every second of it, and he will do everything he can to make that happen.

Garble moans, arching his back from the pleasure rushing through his body once again. His tongue hangs from his mouth, his mind overflowing with pleasure, from Spike, from this stud of a dragon, above him, dominating him, plowing his ass like his own, personal fleshlight. He loves everything about this, and he looks up to Spike, watching as the drake huffs and puffs, his eyes held shut as he tries to hold back still without stopping.

“C-Cum in me... I need it~” He whispers, his voice shaking as each ridge slams harder and harder against his prostate, clenching tighter and tighter around Spike’s girthy rod, as much as he could, and he quickly gets his wish.

With one last vigorous thrust, Spike’s hips finally plant themselves against his ass, and he feels the rush of thick, warm fluid filling him. He feels the heat emanating within him, growing hotter and hotter with every rope the dragon spews within him, reaching further and deeper depths inside him, giving him that one final push into a new realm of satisfaction.

“Hmmm~ Fill him up good, SuSu~” Smolder mumbles, letting them know she's still up, even if just barely.

“Hmmm.... Fuck...” Spike grunts, his third and final orgasm of the night draining what little energy he has left, causing his legs to give out and lay atop Garble, both breathing heavily.

After several minutes, Spike lifts himself up, his softening rod slipping from Garble’s now gaping passage. A soft whimper pierces the cool air as it brushes against Garble's ass once again. Spike chuckles a bit, thinking it was kind of cute, “You can stay if you want to, Garble...” He says as he moves both Smolder and himself to the head of the bed, him on his back and her on her side, facing him, leaving Garble to make that decision for himself.

Smolder pulls herself closer to Spike as he joins her under the sheets, “Tonight was amazing, SuSu~” She coos, nuzzling her head against his chest.

Spike smiles, kissing her head and wrapping his arms around her before feeling the bed shifting as Garble lays himself down on the other side of him. “One word of this and you're dead,” is all he says before pulling the sheets over himself, facing away from the other two.

Smolder rolls her eyes before whispering, “It'll take some time, soon he'll be just as open with you as I am.” She yawns, pulling Spike's arm between her breasts, “Goodnight, SuSu~ Goodnight, GarGar~” an audible fake snore was the latter drake's only response.

An hour passes and Garble finds himself unable to fall asleep, not from what happened, not even from the fact that he was still leaking Spike’s plentiful seed, in fact, he had to bite his lip as that sensation was becoming more relaxing than he would ever admit. Eventually he turns to look at his sister and her mate, and sees how happy they are in each other's embrace.

‘Maybe...’ Moving as slowly as possible, he inches closer and closer to Spike, and once he touches his scales, he feels yet another warmth, a gentle warmth that puts him at ease.

He may have bedded many dragonesses, but they've never stayed the night, always leaving him alone, after their time of pleasure. He looks to Spike, making sure he was truly asleep, he notices the soft rising and falling of his chest, the lack of reaction to his touch, it's enough for him. His movements are slow and precise, trying to keep their slumber as he wraps his arms around Spike’s midsection and rests his head on Spike's chest.

‘This... this is nice... Smolder... is lucky...’ He thinks to himself as he finds his eyes growing heavier, the warmth filling his whole body once again, ‘Part of a hoard... gets a great dragon... and a good... night's... rest...’ He drifts off, snuggling closer as an arm wraps around him.

Chapter 4: Coming Back

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With a deep breath, Smolder slowly wakes from one of the deepest and warmest nights of her life. She sighs contently as her body relaxes, resting her head against Spike’s chest, his arm wrapped around her, holding her close, almost protectively. His deep, slow breaths calms her, letting her know that he's still there, resting, recharging.

‘After last night, he needs all the rest he can get... or not...’ She thinks to herself as she shifts her body, wanting to feel his morning wood rubbing between her thighs, making her release a soft giggle.

Soon the bed shifts as their third member adjusts himself on his side of the bed, Smolder's smile turns into a cheeky grin as she sees that her brother didn’t run away this time around. In fact, she sees his arms wrapped around Spike while resting his head against him as well, even with a content smile, ‘Maybe if this goes far enough... GarGar might join us... permanently.’ Turning back to her lover, she pushes the thought aside, for the time being, at least, though she couldn't help but remember that he's been just that little bit happier since opening up to them.

Unbeknownst to her, Garble is half awake, eyes shut, trying to distract himself from his morning wood pressing against Spike’s leg. He then lets out a strained breath as his cock brushes against the purple dragon’s own member, reminding him just how little he used his cock these past few days. Though, in the back of his mind, he wasn't bothered by it, as it just felt right, being the one fucked by the more dominant drake.

Garble groans into Spike’s chest as the drake shifts, pressing his cock against Garble’s cock without knowing it, and causing the drake to give a light thrust in return, grinding against him as his erection twitches even harder.

He doesn't know how much time has passed, but he slows himself down as the pleasure truly begins, not wanting to get caught frotting another guy, ‘Am... Am I really worried about that... after... that...’

Garble grunts and pushes himself away from Spike, the shove waking him up before Smolder sits herself up and Spike gives a deep yawn, rubbing his eyes, “Well good morning~ How are my two favorite drakes doing?” She says with a smirk.

“That... was the best sleep I've had in awhile.” Spike replies as he rolls his shoulders, “No aches or pains, even after an... active evening.” He states with a blush as he briefly remembers something warm and stiff pressing against him before he fully woke up.

Garble only mumbles as he moves to the edge of the bed, using the sheet to hide his erection.

“Come on now, GarGar, I thought I asked you to be more open around us.” Smolder reminds him with a raised brow.

Garble growls, “Fine... I enjoyed it again... whatever.” He says, standing and walking to the door, only to be pulled back by his tail.

“I don’t think you should go walking around without a very thorough cleaning. Don’t want mom and pops smelling SuSu on you, do you?” She warns him, making both drakes blush, “It's normal for me, but not for you two to smell like each other’s spunk, so go take a shower and I'll get you some clothes from your room.” She says with a tone that states it's an order, not a suggestion.

They both nod and make their way to the lava shower as she cleans herself up enough to make her way to Garble’s room. The two step into the freely flowing shower and sigh as the molten magma washes over their scales, neither speaking as they focus on trying to get the scent of sex off of themselves, with Garble having to do a deeper cleaning. But as they wash their bodies, Spike glances over to Garble, who’s letting the lava wash over his dragonhood, obviously trying to get it to go back down, only to get him thinking. He's yet to see Garble use his cock, in any way, and it didn’t seem very fair to him, even though he saw Garble enjoying every second of his own cock.

“Hey... uh... Garble... you... want some help with that?” He asks, looking over, his own erection still standing tall.

Garble’s face shifts from heated bliss to shock from Spike’s words, “Dude, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I know it's kinda... well... very sudden to ask, but... It just seems fair. You've given me... more than my fair share of pleasure, and what kind of gentle drake would I be if I didn’t... return the gesture?” He says, having moved a little closer to him.

Garble nearly speaks up, but the thought of how stupid he would be to turn down something like this, especially since he already knew Spike wasn’t the type to make someone's life harder, something Smolder repeatedly said to him while they were waiting for him the prior evening, made him pause.

“F-Fine... whatever... just don’t be all feely or gay about it...” He says, crossing his arms and looking away.

Spike gives a soft smile, giving only a mental eye roll at the gay comment before slowly going down, blushing as he found himself on this side of things for the first time in his life. He's just as inexperienced as Garble was, but he's determined to give it his all as he strokes Garble’s cock. He feels his ridges in his hands, bumping over his fingers as he feels a warmth not from the shower.

He glances up and sees the purple eyes of the drake looking down at him. He opens his maw and slowly slips the rod into his mouth, treating it like a delicate Popsicle, wrapping his tongue around it. Both drakes blush, each of them feeling a bit awkward, but the pleasure soon took their minds off of it.

‘Hm... Tastes like smolder... only more... masculine...’ Spike comments to himself as he starts getting more into it, causing more flavor to wash over his tongue as his face glows a brighter red.

Garble starts panting, using a hand to brace himself against the wall, he finds his other hand absentmindedly resting on Spike’s head as he enjoys his mouth around his cock. He can tell Spike's new to it, but something about it being him made up for it as his cock twitches in his mouth. The red drake groans as he feels more and more of his cock sliding further and further into Spike's mouth, almost deepthroating it before pulling away, gasping for air.

“Fucking hell...” Garble groans, his cock resting against Spike’s face as he catches his breath, but while his mouth is stopped, his hands keep working his shaft, stroking all over it, from its fat base to its tapered tip.

Soon Spike gathers himself and looks up to the red dragon before going back to lick his shaft, moving his free hand to slowly cup his balls. His eyes meet Garble’s, and they both freeze, but only for a second as Garble guides his cock back into the welcoming warmth of Spike’s maw, its slickness allowing him to thrust his hips just a little bit.

Spike moans around his shaft, and starts stroking his own morning wood, working hard as the new taste flows over his tongue letting him know that Garble's close. But Soon they hear a knock on the shower door.

“Hey, I got GarGar’s clothes! You two better hurry up!” Smolder states, listening for a response.

“Uh... be out in a few...” Garble stutters as Spike redoubles his efforts to get him off, “Got... a deep cleaning... ya know...” He stops and hangs his tongue as he thrust his hips in time with Spike's bobbing head.

Garble soon starts tapping Spike's head, which confuses him for a few seconds before his hot and salty cum starts filling his mouth. The flavor rushes over his tongue as he swallows as fast he could, failing hard as it starts leaking out from around Garble's cock. Cum starts oozing out of his nose and down his chin even running down his chest as his brain still tells him to swallow as much as he can. Not paying any attention to his partner's heavy panting or his few final thrusts.

Spike taps his leg, earning Garble's attention as he finishes swallowing what he could with his dick still in his mouth, only to release him and let him gasp for air, panting, dripping cum and spit down his lips. As Spike catches his breath, though, neither noticed that Smolder's no longer trying to get their attention, but instead, they look at each other before blushing and looking away, choosing to focus on getting clean once again.

Once they're sure they no longer smell of sex, they come out of the shower and see Smolder holding a set of clothes for each of them, still in her undergarments, though, seemingly not caring if her parents caught her like this.

“You guys took way too long, and, SuSu, you may want to brush your teeth.” She says with a smirk.

Before they can apologize, their eyes shoot open and they stare at Smolder in disbelief, “W-Wait... what... how did...”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Though, next time, I want to watch.” She says, bumping her hips against them as she makes her way to the hoard to get some breakfast.

After getting dressed, they join her, with her parents joining them not too long after, and from the powerful scent coming from them, their parents seemed to have been rather busy last night, themselves. During their chitchat, after they poke their fun at Garble’s moodiness, locking himself in his room like a bratty hatchling, while asking how long Spike and Smolder are planning on staying in their lovely abode.

“Well, we were planning on heading out tomorrow morning.” Smolder responds, “After we get some fire proof cloth, and finally make use of the few lava spots in Equestria.”

“Yeah, it... has been rather nice here. And you guys have been so accepting of me and Smolder being together.” Spike stammers with a smile, his tail coiling around hers.

“Of course we would be. If you weren’t the right drake, well, Smolder would've left a few different types of marks on you instead.” Her mother says with a cocky smirk, knowing her kids could kick ass like nobody's business.

After a hearty laugh they all go their separate ways for the day. Smolder and Spike go hunting for gems to replenish Smolder stolen stash, and some for their home as well. While she's at it, Smolder shows Spike that Dragon Lands gems have a better flavor, and can actually improve scale strength, thanks to them being formed in a volcanic area.

Meanwhile, Garble gets back to his gang, who were still in some pain from the beating Spike gave them. When he arrives, Garble puts on his best face and goes off about how they're so pathetic, making up a whole story about how he managed to beat Spike with ease on his own. Being as gullible as they are, they believe him and go about their day, palling around, keeping control of their turf, and all the general mischief a typical dragon is expected to enjoy. The only problem is that he has to dodge questions left and right about where he's been the last few days, forcing him to make up more and more stories.

“You think you're gonna start a hoard with her? Who is she, anyways?” Clump asks as he tosses a gem down his gullet.

“You fucking crazy?! I am not dealing with that shit.” He replies faux angrily, suppressing his blush, his mind wandering to the thought of being marked by Spike, of being in his hoard, “Besides, you know once you mark 'em’, all they'll do is beg for a clutch of eggs! Fuck that!”

“You gotta hit and quit it, my dude.” Clump agrees.

“Gotta fuck and duck, my guy.” Vex chuckling says as they head off, leaving Garble relaxed, as everything seemed normal.

Later that evening, Smolder and Spike start packing up their things for the return trip, having grabbed plenty of extra gems, plenty of fire-proof cloth, and seen plenty of wondrous sights. They look over to the doorway and see Garble leaning against it, looking just as conflicted as before, his eyes watching them as they pack.

“Hey Garble... You okay?” Smolder asks, clearly seeing that her big brother is bothered by something.

“Hm? Oh... yeah everything is cool. So... you guys gonna be gone tomorrow, right?” He states, trying to deflect the conversation.

“Yeah... we are.” She replies, placing her hands on her hips as she raises her brow, “But we may visit sooner next time... if you want us to.”

“Nah, just go back to pony land, or whatever.” He replies while crossing his arms, looking away once again, “I don’t care one way or another.”

“You're a horrible liar, GarGar. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be here.” She states, as they weren’t keeping him here, and he followed them in when they came back, “You know. You could come and visit us. See how things are in Equestria.”

“W-Why would I do that?!” He stumbles through his words.

“Well, first off, you wouldn’t have to worry about ponies finding out about your... interests. They are very accepting. Unlike, well... You know...” Smolder says, both of them knowing very well how dragons are.

“She's right. I know dragons aren’t the most... accepting, at times. And from what Ember tells me, she is working on changing it, slowly, over time. Some things might not change, but at least you can be yourself right now, if you come with us to Equestria, that is.” Spike states, putting in his two cents.

“It was... just a phase... or whatever...” Garble replies, knowing full well that he already admitted he enjoyed it, but wants to forget about it once again, “Besides, once you're gone... things'll go back to normal, and that... interest will go away...”

“If you come with us, it won’t have to. We both know you enjoyed it, and if you come with us, you can fully embrace it and enjoy this new side of yourself.” Smolder says almost nonchalantly, shrugging as if it was no big deal to her.

Spike stood next to her, “It's your choice. If you don't want to come with us, then, tomorrow, when we leave, we'll act like nothing happened and it won’t be brought up again.”

“Like we've said so many times already.” Smolder says, rolling her eyes before giving a yawn, “Whatever you decide, just do what makes you happy, big bro. I know I did, and I don’t regret it.” She then coils her tail around Spike’s, leaning against him as a smile grows on her tired face.

“Yeah, whatever... Got that shit out of my system. I'm over it now...” He replies nonchalantly, his arms crossed as he makes his way out, “And since I don’t have any reason to go with you... This dies tonight.” He tells himself under his breath as he heads for bed, alone.

The warm morning sun shines on Spike’s scales as he and Smolder bring their bags out of the cave, getting ready to head back to Ponyville. Smolder’s parents have already said their goodbyes, and left the two of them alone with Garble, who tries his best to look as uninterested as possible.

“We're gonna head out soon, GarGar. You know that offer still stands, right?” Smolder reminds him.

Garble growls, “Yeah right. Things'll finally go back to normal when you're gone, so forget about it.” His words were harsh, his tone was harsher, but his face held a glimpse of his true emotions, of how much he regretted not doing more, as hidden as it is beneath his stern mask.

“Alright, Garble.” Smolder says before giving him a punch on the shoulder, dropping the topic like he wanted, “But it was good seeing you again. And I'll make sure to visit more often.”

He relaxes a bit and smirks, “Hope they don’t soften you up too much, sis.” He teases, already feeling a bit more at ease with himself.

“Do I need to remind you how Spike handled your boys?” She replies with a slight glare, only to turn it into a playful grin.

“That was self defense, nothing more.” Spike groans, rubbing his temples, not being one for combat, and hating having to engage in it.

“Really now? That was self defense? You kicked their asses!” Smolder laughs rather hartley, “They never stood a chance.”

“Dumb luck, if anything. They've been lazy sacks for a while now. Nothing I couldn’t have handled.” Garble jeers, shaking his head at how pathetic his pals have gotten.

“Might wanna kick their asses back into shape, GarGar.” She chuckles before a gust of wind blows past them.

Spike sniffs the air and sneezes from the heavy sulfur, likely from the surrounding volcanoes, “Anyways, I think we need to head out, the winds are about to change, will double our trip back if we wait any longer.” Spike states, showing off his smarts, of which Garble struggles to hold back from mocking.

“Alright alight,” she says, giving her brother a reassuring pat on the back before picking up her bag and taking to the sky with Spike. “See ya later, bro!” She calls out as she and Spike fly off into the horizon.

Garble shifts on the spot, watching them go, and giving a small wave as he feels a pang of regret, knowing he can’t leave what he has here. He tells himself that soon this would all be a thing of the past and he opens his wings, taking off towards the lava pools, where his gang was waiting for him.

“Yo, Garble! What took you so long, dude!?” Vex calls out, “Where's Smolder and that weak little pony drake?” The group chuckled.

Garble’s eye twitches as he lands, immediately walking over and giving the purple and yellow drake a rough smack upside the head, “Do I need to remind you how that pony drake beat all your sorry asses? You’ve all gone soft! Gonna have to change that.”

‘Back to normal... back to normal...’ Garble echoes the words in his head, trying as hard as he can to make that reality.

Time passed and things seemed to go back to normal, for the most part. Garble's been working his gang to the bone, making them re-earn their title of toughest in the land; more sparring, more training, and more general fighting over turf. This impressed not only their rivals and elders, but also the dragonesses that saw their strength.

During this time, he and Smolder have started writing to each other, quite often since her visit, and he found it rather relaxing, to just read through her adventures during her time away. Though he tried to avoid it, he would also add notes asking how Spike was doing too, allowing the letters to get longer and longer with every additional story, question, and note from each of them. He always eagerly returned their messages, showing genuine interest, while keeping his tough persona and describing his feats over that same time frame.

Some being how much stronger his group became, compared to back then, and others about his exploits involving a few dragonesses that caught his eye, and how he easily managed to woo them into his bed. He didn’t know why, but he felt rather smug when he got their reply, surely expecting something different from what they wrote back.

Hey, GarGar!

That is awesome, bro! Thinking about making any of those dragonesses your lucky mate? What were they like? I wanna hear all about it!

Hey Garble, this part is from Spike.

Congrats! I'm sure it was a rather enjoyable time. I always had the feeling you were a lady killer, with how confident you are. I'm sure you swept them off their feet in no time at all. Hope to hear from you again soon, though we may be a bit busy, what with the new classes coming soon, but we'll make sure to respond to future letters as soon as we can!

With Love,

Smolder & SuSu~

Garble feels a twitch under his eye as he reads the two parts of the letter, a suppressed feeling bubbling up inside of him, one he couldn’t find words for. He reread their words several times, they seemed genuinely happy for him, but it made him feel off. He soon puts down the letter and grabs a fresh sheet, starting a reply as his hand clenches the paper tightly, finding his words wrestling around his head.

Thanks!

They were good lays....

And so he goes on, giving the details Smolder wanted, after which telling her he would never wanted to have hoard or be part of one, unintentionally putting extra emphasis on it as his claws scratch up the paper before setting it partially ablaze as he sends it off. He then plants his head on his desk and groans, immediately regretting sending what he wrote, or at least what he thought he wrote, having managed to keep back his displeasure of seemingly being forgotten that easily.

Sighing, he stands up from his desk just before a burst of flame appears on it, the quickest response he's ever gotten. He hesitates, contemplating putting it off, or even waiting a few days before acting like he never got it in the first place, but he shakes the thought away as he goes back and unrolls it, and see that it's only Smolder's responce...

Hey GarGar,

You know we haven’t forgotten about you, right?

She saw right through him. As siblings, it was only natural that they knew each other’s tells, not just in person, but in their writings as well.

We'll always cherish those nights, and between you and me, SuSu and I admit we felt a bit of an empty spot in our bed since that second night. Sharing a bed was so sweet, and made this hoard feel... complete; like a family of our own, even if it was just for one night.

And don’t forget, being in a hoard isn’t just a dragonesses thing; remember that dad's part of mom's hoard... not the other way around.

Either way, hope this calms you down a bit, I'll make sure Spike writes an 'actual' response to your letter later today, we'll always be here for you, and hope to see you again soon! With Love,

Smolder~

Garble's heart races faster and faster every time he rereads the letter, the words being exactly what he never knew he needed to hear. He takes a deep breath and clutches the parchment to his chest, feeling whole once again, if only briefly. That's it; that's what's been missing in his life, and he knows what he needs to do, and it was only a few days' flight away.

It's almost a week later and Garble is finally flying over a small village Smolder called Ponyville, or at least he believes it is, what with the strange, out of place castle made entirely of crystal, which is luckily his destination. Banking to the side, he slows himself down and checks his bag, making sure he didn’t lose anything during his travel.

He would've rather gotten here sooner, but he had to tie up some loose ends, like making sure his gang survives without him, leaving them with new turf under Fume’s leadership, his former second in command. He didn’t tell them when he'd be back, but he made sure they knew he'd beat them senseless if they ever become a laughing stock, if he did go back, that is.

His parents didn't ask many questions, only stating that he looked like he needed to leave, and, amongst dragons, it wasn’t abnormal for them to leave their home, to lead their own lives, and to return whenever they pleased. Dragons weren’t much for feelings outside of their families, so it wasn't that surprising that he had to break a few hearts before he left; the hearts of dragonesses that have tried, some for years, to become his family. Some have even sworn off pursuing any other drake, waiting for his return, serving only to bolster his ego and give him a much needed boost of energy.

Beating his wings to slow his glide, he approaches the castle, “Smolder said the school was behind it...” He says to himself as he tilts and curves around the crystal castle, his mouth watering from such a large, potential snack.

Soon the sound of rushing water hit his ears, and his eyes came to focus on the large purple structure built into the hillside. His eyes narrow as he sees creatures from all across the world, hanging around, interacting with one another, some even laughing and seemingly having a great time. It was blatantly obvious that he's reached his destination: The School of Friendship.

He lands and starts wandering around, not knowing where anything is, particularly Smolder, or even Spike, for that matter. He keeps his gaze as he ventures, towering over the many creatures that walk through the halls between classes.

“Garble?!” A very familiar voice speaks as he rounds a corner, “What are you doing here?” The red drake winces and turns before his eyes lock into the emerald ones before him.

“Yeah... it's me, short stack.” Garble states as he clears his throat, putting on his tough guy act, “I'm here to visit Smolder. There a problem with that?”

Spike adjusts the papers in his pile, “Uh... not at all. I think she's still in class right now, her last class of the day...” Spike pauses, taking a whiff of the air before coughing and making Garble raise his brow, “Hey... um... you must have... had a long flight. So, if you want, you can come back to our room and wait for her there. Maybe relax and freshen up a bit,” he offers with a slight blush of embarrassment, the volcanic smell being just as strong to him as it was back in the dragon lands.

Garble huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose in a slight bit of annoyance, “Fine. Whatever. Lead the way, pony-boy.”

The purple drake just nods and leads the way with a brisk walk through the building, leaving the classrooms behind and making his way to the dorms. As he goes, though, he points out different parts of the school, giving Garble a tour along the way, particularly focusing on things that can help lead him here, so he wouldn’t get lost. By the end, Spike is surprised to actually hear a thank you from Garble as they turn the final corner and come face to face with him and Smolder’s room.

“We also have a room in the castle, but with school in session and all the work I have to do around here, we don't have a lot of time to use it.” Spike states as he unlocks the door, opening it to reveal a rather large and well furnished room.

The first thing that caught his eye was the bed on the far left corner of the room, mostly due to its extremely large size, seemingly big enough to fit several dragons bigger than him. His eye then trails to the windows with slightly drawn curtains, letting in some of the sun's warmth as it peers over one of the many lakes surrounding the school. Below them were two sets of dressers and a large desk that looked to be shared. Opposite the bed was something Garble had never seen before; it seemed to be a black box with several wires sticking out of it, some leading to another box, while others lead to strange objects lying on the floor.

“This room is very bright...” Garble states, as everything about the pony lifestyle was very bright and colorful, even after walking past the ponies and changelings, his eyes still have yet to adjust to any many different colors, “How does she put up with all this shit?” He asks, blinking and rubbing his eyes.

“Give it some time. You'll get used to it.” Spike chuckles as he sits his papers down on the desk, going about to quickly organize them for later, “Smolder had the same reaction when she first came here. As did Ember... Anyway, make yourself at home.” He happily tells him as he opens a window, letting in a relaxing breeze, and puts the last of his papers away.

Garble blinks a few more times as he steps into the room, putting his bags on the floor as he does so. “Yeah, whatever...” He states as he slumps against the bed, off put by how soft it was, compared to his, back home, “This is really fucking weird...” He says, shifting in place on the edge of the bed.

The silence is more awkward then Spike would like it to be, but it kept the boundaries that were set in place when they last saw each other. His ear frills suddenly stand up as he hears the TV turn on, and he turns to see Garble stumbling backwards, away from it. He hadn't put much thought into it at the time, but he couldn't help but remember that the dragon lands didn’t seem to have that much in terms of technology, compared to ponies, at least.

Garble stares at it, wide eyed, as the console's start screen loads and shows moving pictures, with several sounds playing from the box. He was shocked, but figured it was simply another piece of strange pony magic, and he wasn’t too far off.

“Hey, you wanna play a round?” Spike queries as he stands up from his desk and makes his way over to the confused dragon.

Garble looks from him to the TV, “This some kinda pony magic game?”

“In a way, yeah. It's a video game, to be exact. A prototype home game, compared to the cabinets in the local arcade.” He explains as he crosses his legs and sits on the ground, picking up a controller, “Here. Watch this.”

Garble watches him tap the buttons on the controller and sees the screen reacting to it. There were exacted selection noises and the game starts off with a small cut scene of a mare being kidnapped by some Diamond Dogs, then Spike’s player character coming out of a garage and going after them. It's then that Spike took control, “Watch my fingers and the screen to see how it works,” He says with a smile.

Garble watches, mesmerized by the action going on before him; the tapping matching with the grunts and hits the characters perform on the screen. His eyes glance back and forth between it and Spike's fingers before looking at his face, seeing his intense focus, while also noting that with every opponent he knocks out, his smirk slowly grows on his face. Spike then pauses the game before any more enemies could come near his character, and he leans back, resting against his arms as he smiles at Garble.

“So, what do you think?” Spike asks, waiting for a response.

Garble shakes his head, trying to measure his response, “It was... kinda cool... I guess.”

Spike raises a brow, “Well it has a 2 player mode, so if you wanna...”

“Yes!” Garble quickly exclaims, waiting for the action and violence to keep going now that he could be a part of it. But as quickly as it starts, he pulls himself back and clears his throat, “I mean... sure, I’ll try it... or whatever.”

After a minute or two helping him get set up with the second controller, Spike restarts the game and has Garble join him in a new campaign. Garble lost lives pretty fast, and had to keep getting assists from his comrade, but he was slowly getting better. What surprises Spike, though, is that he isn’t making it into a competition; that he was just enjoying seeing such awesome action going on. After a while, they start getting into the harder levels, and as the name implies, they start losing more lives rather quickly, mostly because Garble couldn’t keep up with the constant flow of tougher characters on the screen, but that doesn't stop them from trying. They're both so enamored, in fact, that neither of them notices when Smolder enters the room, dropping her bags in shock before her face turns into a snarky grin.

“GARGAR!” Smolder shouts with a surprising amount of excitement before tackling Garble in a hug and giving her big brother a noogie, “You decided to give your little sister a visit, did ya?”

“Why you little...” He tugs his head free of her assault and pins her down, returning the noogie in kind, both siblings laughing happily as Spike pauses the game, not that they were going to last much longer anyways.

They laugh as they rough-house a bit, happy to see each other again so soon, and Spike found it rather endearing watching them show their bond, and after a bit, they sit there, slightly panting through their smug grins, “It is good to see you again so soon, bro. Didn’t expect you to come see us, though, so that's a surprise.”

“Well, after hearing so much about your place in your letters, I figured I'd check out where you were living, among these ponies, myself, at some point.” He comments haphazardly, shrugging as they stand back up.

She nods understandingly before getting a good whiff of the brimstone on his clothes, “Garble, don’t tell me you have been walking around smelling like that. Trust me, I love the smell of a volcano as much as the next drake, but the ponies here are not so used to that. How about you go take a shower, and Spike'll wash your clothes.” She suggests while pointing to his clothes and his bag.

“So what if they don’t like it? I ain’t tryin' to make ‘em happy.” He argues, leaning back against his arms and blowing several smoke rings into the air, which quickly dissipate, thanks to the soft breeze from the open window, “Besides, I doubt anything could get that smell out. Been stored up for months, if not years, and lava washing it didn’t help.”

With a roll of her eyes, Smolder continues, “Spike has a way with chores. These'll be smelling fresh before you know it.” She says, pulling him along to the bathroom, which Garble failed to miss right by the door.

Once inside, and before Garble could say anything, she covers his mouth and listens as Spike leaves the room and closes the door, walking down the hall to the wash rooms, “Okay, GarGar, you decided to take up our offer and live with us now?” She asks, getting right to the point, “Cause I wasn’t lying about what I said. We both want you here.”

Garble sits cross legged on the ground, taking a deep breath, “I just wanted to visit you... and... well... I did miss being around you both, a bit...” He says, his voice getting softer near the end.

“Just a bit, GarGar?” She asks, leaning against the sink, “You know you don’t have to hide it, we talked about everything before. Try to relax and indulge yourself a bit while you're here. SuSu and I will gladly help.” She says with a wink before opening the door and slipping out.

Garble blows out a puff of smoke, ‘Maybe should have waited a bit longer... before coming here...’ He muses to himself as he strips out of his clothes and repairs to figure out how the shower fixtures work.

“Wait!” Smolder busts back in the room, earning a shout of surprise from Garble, who quickly covers himself, “Don’t need you breaking this! So here...” She quickly shows him how the shower, sink, and toilet works, to avoid having to get the plumping redone, especially at their own expense, “And I don’t know why you're bothering trying to hide it. I've seen and felt a lot more of you than that, bro.” She comments with a wave of her hand.

“Just get out!” He barks through gritted teeth and heavy blush on his face, causing her to merely shrug and leave.

Once she's gone, he locks the door, sighing as he calms himself down before turning the knobs and climbing into the warm shower. It wasn't anything new to him; he's used to swimming in heated water back in the dragon lands, but something here felt different, and as he begins washing, like he would in his old lava shower, he starts thinking about his goal in coming here.

‘I came here to be with them again... it just felt right... but I don’t want to seem like I'm begging...’ He thinks to himself as he watches the dirt and grime getting washed away, ‘Even if they do like me...’ He smiles softly, thinking about Smolder’s letter.

He'll think of something, but in the meantime, he'll just have to play it cool, so he turns off the water, steps out, spots a fresh, folded towel on a nearby shelf, and dries his scales. Coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he looks out the window and sees the faint glow of the setting sun. Taking note that he spent more time gaming and showering than he thought.

“Took you long enough, Garble.” Smolder teases from her bed as she tosses her clothes into a basket in the corner of the room, the sleepwear she's wearing being surprisingly tame, especially compared to the lingerie he’s seen her wear before, consisting of just a slightly over-sized shirt and what looks to be a pair of Spike’s boxers. “Enjoy the luxury of pony plumbing?” She asks, crossing her legs

“Oh, it was okay... Didn’t think it would be as fresh as it was.” He says as he sits on the opposite side of the couch from her.

“That's what plumbing is, GarGar.” She chuckles as Spike enters the room, topless, wearing a pair of loose fitting pants that look extra soft and fluffy. The view of his fit physique easily earns a whistle from Smolder, while Garble suppresses his urge to blush, keeping his eyes as northward as possible.

“Hey, sorry, Garble. Your clothes are still in the wash. Had to ask for some enchanted detergent to help with the smell.” He sheepishly says as he makes his way over to his desk, “They should be done by tomorrow morning, though.”

“You could borrow a pair of SuSu’s pants, he has some that are way too big for him.” Smolder suggests, walking over to the dresser and rummaging through Spike’s clothes and tossing him a pair of pants that landed on Garble’s face.

Garble goes to pull them off, but takes his time as he smells Spike’s scent on them, making his eyes go lidded, if only briefly, before hearing Spike commenting to Smolder about maybe asking him first before just throwing his clothes like that. Seeing how he's not in the center of attention, he takes a bit of time to enjoy the soft feeling against his face, smelling the scent he's been recently yearning for, before shaking them off his head as they stop talking, trying not to show any arousal.

“I could've slept in the nude, but whatever.” He says with a shrug as he tosses his towel aside, slipping into the pants that luckily fit him rather well.

“It ain’t as warm as the dragon lands, so don’t want you freezing your ass off.” Smolder tells him, “It's still early, though. Wanna watch a movie? Spike! You said you got one this morning, right?”

“Yeah, picked it up while getting inks and quills. Looked interesting enough.” He says as he makes his way to a shelf near the TV and pulls out a black rectangular box, “Hopefully it'll be worth it.”

“Relax, I'm sure it will be!” Smolder responds with a grin, “Let's order some pizza and get this party started!”

After setting everything up and getting the pizza delivered, the three dragons sit themselves down on the couch and start watching the movie. Garble's never had pizza before, or seen a movie for that matter, but with Spike and Smolder by his side, he takes a bite and nods as the taste fills his mouth, enjoying the new flavor and watching a strange, otherworldly adventure play out in front of his eyes. It was unlike anything he's ever seen, anything he's ever tasted... all things he never would've experienced without falling for his sister's drake. His memorization is disrupted when the couch suddenly shifts, causing him to glance at the other two occupants. There, he spies Smolder not just snuggling up against Spike, but actively rubbing against him, ignoring the movie.

A blush grows on Spike’s face as Smolder runs her hand along his leg, giving him a sly look with a lick of her lips. Her hand then slips between his legs, forcing his eyes away from the screen as he swallows his mouthful, nearly finished with his slice. Garble tries to focus back onto the action playing out in front of him, but it wasn't to last as the couch shifts once again, accompanied by a muffled grunt that causes his ear fins to flick, then the sound of a zipper being zipped.

“Smolder...” Spike growls beneath his breath, “Garble's right there...”

“So? He won’t mind. See? He's not even paying attention to us.” She says with a sly smile, “Besides, after all the lectures today, I need your big boy right now~”

From the very corner of his eye, Garble catches her pulling Spike’s shaft out of his pants. His dragonhood is still just as impressive, even when flaccid, and starts to stiffen as Smolder’s hands fondle it. She kisses and nibbles Spike’s neck, easily coaxing him into her mood. Spike lets out a noiseless gasp as he groans, trying to resist, but she knows how to make her mate squirm.

Garble finds his pants tightening as the movie becomes background noise, his peripheral vision has captured all of his attention, while trying not to get caught. He watches as Smolder pumps Spike’s shaft in her hands, each pulse of the spire looking more and more enticing from his seat. Garble's eyes snap back to the movie as Smolder looks his way, checking to see if her brother is watching, and her eyes wander down to the tent he's desperate to conceal, smirking as her prediction is proven right.

“Let me get you ready, SuSu~” She whispers as she turns her attention back to her drake, her tongue rolling from her mouth as she leans down and presses his shaft against her muzzle.

Slowly, she laps at his cock, shivering from the taste before she curls her tongue around the shaft, coating it in her saliva. Her tail slightly raises, brushing against Garble, who tries his best to ignore it, focusing solely on suppressing his urges, but he fails as he takes every chance he can to glance over at them. He drools lightly as he watches his sister start sucking on the tip, he groans as he hears Spike's breathing getting heavier, and he gulps as he looks down at her working her magic, all while Spike's hand slides down her side, under her shirt, and into her boxers.

“Hmmm~” Spike tries to muffle as he bites his lip, letting his fingers rub against her moistening folds, “W-We shouldn’t be doing this right now...” He mutters, feigning his last attempt to stop her while being so worked up, himself.

Smolder slides her head down his shaft, swallowing nearly every inch of it, and once she earns a thrust from his hips, she pulls back, letting it pop out of her mouth and into the cool room air, which spreads the growing musky scent throughout the room. Garble, who's already biting his lip, lets his nose twitch at the powerful scent of a fellow drake and he loathes himself for holding back his deepest desires, the desires to jump him right then and there.

“I think it is time we turned in for the night. Though you can stay up as long as you want, GarGar!” Smolder calmly announces as both she and Spike stand, her own body blocking Spike’s soldier from Garble's attention.

“Huh? Yeah... whatever.” He responds, trying to act like he was none the wiser to their antics, as if the movie and pizza is all he's ever needed, “I'll just crash here for the night...”

Smolder nods before turning up the TV, just a bit, and scampering off with Spike in tow. The higher volume fails to hide the groans and moans emanating from the couple's bed, just a few feet behind him, and as soon as he's out of their sight, he scrambles to get his cock free of its confines, sighing as the cool breeze brushes against his shaft. He slowly turns his head enough to catch a glimpse of what's happening behind him, and he sees them.

Smolder sitting on Spike’s lap, their arms wrapped around one another, their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Smolder rolls her hips, keeping Spike’s dragonhood between her cheeks as they're being molded by his hands. Garble quickly turns away, with his face a brighter red than it used to be, and his cock twitching uncontrollably.

“Give it to me, SuSu~ I can’t wait any longer~” She moans as she lines up his cock with her dripping passage, rubbing it against herself and shivering as the tip bumps her clit.

Spike groans, his resolve having since faded from Smolder’s previous work, “You're so insatiable sometimes...” He whispers as he thrusts his hips upwards, impaling her on his shaft.

He quickly covers her mouth, holding back what would have been an ear shattering scream as every last inch of him pierces into her very being. He pauses for but a second as he feels her rapid, shallow breaths between his fingers, as well as her body shaking and clenching as it's racked by the sudden pleasure.

Garble's breath hitches as he watches, his heart and cock throbbing and beating wildly in perfect harmony. Taking a much needed breath, he reaches for his shaft, begging for attention.

But just before he could think his way out of pleasure, he hears the rhythmic slapping of Smolder bouncing on Spike’s lap. His heavy balls bouncing in time with his thrust, causing them to slap against Smolder’s ass, making it bounce and jiggle over the tight muscles underneath them. He hears Spike's groans as his hips meet hers with each fall, his eyes locked onto her breasts, watching them bounce, before grasping one and playing with its sensitive teat, earning a squeak from the dragonesses.

Able to bear it no longer, Garble’s hand finally grasps his cock, forcing him to sit up and face forward as he starts stroking himself, and it isn’t until after a few short pumps that he matches their tempo. He soon eagerly discards his pants and allows his legs to fully spread, imagining himself in Smolder’s position, or even just being close enough to feel their bodies against his.

A sudden change in the springy sounds catches the red drake's attention, and he quickly turns to see what he's now hearing, and finds Spike going all out from underneath his love. His claws digging into Smolder’s ass, pounding into her at full speed and power. Smolder's body is being pulled hard against his, and her mouth is clamped down against his shoulder, trying desperately to muffle her moans as her tail flails wildly. The bed shakes more and more violently with every one of their movements, being just as loud as their sounds of pleasure would have been, but they don't seem to care.

Spike suddenly clenches his teeth as he slams Smolder down, and in one swift motion he rolls her onto her back, pinning her down while his hips continue their thrusts. Garble bites his lip as he watches Spike grab Smolder’s arms and forces them above her head, restraining her movements as his other hand covers her mouth. Garble hears her breath quicken beneath her lovers hand, and the deep growl emanating from the drake above her as he takes control, doing whatever he pleases.

Spike then leans in close, whispering into her ear, “You've riled me up... so now I'm going to enjoy my favorite gem~” His tongue then flicks across Smolder’s cheek, causing the dragoness to shiver and moan through his fingers.

His words, though softly spoken, ricochets through Garble’s mind, causing his hand to slow on his member and his tail raise of its own accord. His claws dig into the couch as he sees the lust filled look on Smolder’s face, watching it grow more and more out of control. Her eyes cross and roll back as Spike fucks her so hard that the bed might break at any moment.

An urge boils up from deep within Garble, ‘I want... I need...’ The feeling he's been suppressing is now bubbling up, nearly out of control, causing him to sway his rear in a desperate attempt to quell it.

Garble’s eyes lock onto the couple as his hand moves from his gaping mouth, formally holding back his breath from their ears, to now use his digits to fill his empty maw, imagining them to be Spike’s mighty rod. He laps at them, sucking and slurping them for but a moment before reaching back and touching his fingers to his rear, shivering as he feels the wet digits sliding against his pucker. Hearing Spike's grunts, he closes his eyes and imagines himself in his sister's position, pressing his fingers into himself as Spike plows his sister like sex toy.

Garble lets out a soft whimper as he slides his finger into his ass, feeling the moistened digits spreading him ever so slightly. He hadn't felt the pleasure of being filled since that night of debauchery with Smolder and Spike. He puts more and more force behind his fingers as they sink deep into his tight, clenching hole, and as he reaches his second knuckle, the sounds of Spike’s rough and feral grunts grow stronger, the shifting bed and muffled moans bringing the show back into his mind.

‘He's close... They both are~’ Garble thinks to himself as he sees a wisp of fire trail from their muzzles, a clear sign that their ravenous lust has grown to near the summit, he, himself, being not too far behind.

With each thrust Spike pierces into Smolder, Garble matches with his own fingers, pumping them in and out of his ass, making him groan softly as he digits drive fully into him, ‘I need them... I need to be with them...’

He takes a final look as Spike holds back a mighty roar of pleasure, his hips pressing painfully hard against Smolder, thus pressing her body down further into the mattress. Their body rocks with ecstasy as their climaxes wash over them, with so much cum filling Smolder’s flower that it overflows. Garble watches as it oozes out around Spike’s cock, pooling into the sheets beneath them, the thick musky scent of the drake's seed mixing with that of Smolder’s juices, soaking the tool churning her passage, it's all too much for Garble to handle.

His tongue rolls out, licking the air as the flavor sends him spiraling, bucking his hips as his cock shoots his seed across the back of the couch with flames rolling out of his mouth as he cums. Sweat dribbles down his brow, his tongue still tasting the musky air, his eyes watching as Spike releases her mouth and allows her to pant before pulling himself out of her abused pussy, letting the cum rush out of her, a sight that makes Garble stroke his shaft as he keeps pumping his own ass.

“I'm not done with you yet~” Spike growls deeply before flipping Smolder over, not caring at all about the mess her pussy is making.

Garble’s eyes grow wide as he remembers how much stamina Spike has, one that can rival multiple dragons. He watches as Spike's cock, still rigid, sandwiches itself between Smolder’s plump rear, while Smolder, herself, tries her best to hold her own, her body still shaking, still trying to recover.

“I... SuSu... I oooh~” She can't even put together a full sentence before she feels his cock spreading their combined juices between her cheeks, preparing her ass to receive the same reckoning as her pussy, only to deny her what she wants so badly, causing her to whimper as her back passage is not being filled. But that’s all she can do as she’s held by her lover’s will, exactly where she wants to be, that, and to glance over to the couch, to see if Garble’s watching them.

Garble has luckily fallen down, out of view, after seeing Spike flip her over. His dragonhood still standing tall as well, his fingers and rear still slick with saliva, and before he knows it, the muffled grunts of Spike penetrating Smolder’s needy snatch fills his ears. He doesn’t care to look on anymore, for the risk of getting caught is now far too high, so now he pleasures himself solely with the sounds and scents that fill the room.

Chapter 5: Welcome to the Hoard

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Smolder groans as she finally manages to wake herself up. The pain emanating from her rear makes itself evident for the reason of her late start to the day, though she doesn’t mind. She manages to work her way out of bed, only to hear her brother still sleeping on the couch. She awkwardly walks over and is surprised to see Garble covered in dried cum, all over his stomach, and a decent amount on the couch as well.

After a bit more looking, she notices the claw marks and bite marks on the couch, letting her know that he did, indeed, watch them get down and dirty the previous night, bringing a smile to her face as she mumbles to herself, ‘Seems like I was right in my letter, GarGar...’ But before she can do anything else, she winces as her own partly dried juices starts to rub against her inner thigh, reminding her that she needs to clean up her own mess, first.

After a much needed shower and scale polishing, she clothed herself in a casual pair of jeans and loose fitting shirt before heading out to get some food, “Still dead asleep... might as well get some breakfast.”

A short while later, a fresh aroma wafts into Garble’s nose, “Uh... hmm...” His nostrils twitch as he lifts himself up, partially stirred with his eyes still held shut, the scent of meat and gems make themselves clear to him, along with other scents he couldn't place.

“Good morning, GarGar.” Smolder greets him with a hint of amusement, watching him so sleepily hunt for his food.

He doesn’t think much of her at first, but then he notices his distinct lack of clothing, and the fact that he's partly stuck to the couch he's been sleeping on. His eyes burst open and he flails his hands to hastily cover himself, but the sudden movement causes the drake to roll off of the couch and crash onto the floor, forcing him to rush to the bathroom as his cheeks practically become purple from the blush.

Smolder lets out a chuckle as her brother dives out of view, then goes about setting the plates down and cleaning up some of his mess, such as tossing the cum stained boxers and pillows into a separate basket, to be washed with the bed sheets. Though the couch would need a proper deeper cleaning, that would have to wait for another time, as she sees Garble stepping out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

“Spike said he'll be back with your clothes soon.” She states, seeing his eyes darting around looking for something to wear.

To that, he groans and tightens his grip on the towel before taking a seat on a small, cleaner section of the couch, while his sister pulls a chair from the desk in the room. With her tail, she pushes a plate towards him with a large helping of bacon, eggs, a few slices of toast, and a small assortment of gems before starting to eat her own meal. The silence that follows is surprisingly welcome for the short time it existed, before Smolder decides to finally speak up.

“So Garble, we should probably set some ground rules... for, well... that.” Smolder begins, motioning to the stains and marks on the couch beside him, making him slow his eating, “Don’t know how long you're planning on staying, but maybe you shouldn't make too much of a mess on the couch, steam cleaning it is a bitch.”

He knows it isn’t something he could hide, the evidence is right there, next to him. But more than that, Garble also tries to find any excuse as to why he was masturbating, the same night she and Spike happened to get busy, right next to him.

“Maybe teasing Spike right next to you wasn’t such a good idea.” Smolder says, tapping her chin as she looks off to the side, “But you did a good job hiding your interest. I really thought you were still into the movie.”

Garble's claws grip the plate, he couldn’t hide it much longer, “I... I...” He stutters, his eyes darting around, avoiding his sister's gaze.

“Garble, your reason for being here could be related to that...” She says, hinting to the letter, “Or it could be whatever you want it to be. But, like I said, me and Spike miss you, and enjoyed our time together. In fact, when Spike comes back with your clothes, how about letting him show you around town?” She smiles, placing her hand on his, causing him to stiffen before relaxing.

He looks up to her and nods, making her smile before turning back to the couch, “Now let's clean up this mess before SuSu gets back. I have just one lecture today, so I'll come and find you guys before too long." So, after finishing their meal, Smolder and Garble spend just over an hour cleaning up the couch, getting rid of all the evidence of that night, and once she's all packed up to leave, she gives Garble a teasing wink before heading out the door, leaving him alone.

It isn’t long before Garble starts messing with the game system, remembering what Spike did to power it on, he plays the same game he played the day before, enjoying all the action, and relaxing before the main door opens. Immediately catching his attention. Spike walks in with his clothes piled up in his arms, the colors a lot brighter and whiter than he remembered, showing him how dirty they really were.

“Hey, got your clothes.” Spike announces as he walks into the room, placing the pile on the bed, “Took longer to clean then I thought it would, but everything's here.”

“Oh, whatever...” Is Garble's reply at first, “But thanks anyways...” He grumbles.

Spike smiles a little sheepishly, but glad about what he got, “No worries. And, hey, if you want, I can show you around town, so you aren’t stuck inside all day; give you a chance to stretch your wings and all that.”

Garble thinks about it as he grabs his clothes, “Sure. Whatever, dude. But I doubt this pony place has any cool places to hang.”

“You'd be surprised. Pizzas and video games are only some of the cool things here.” Spike starts, talking about several places they can visit that may interest him just as much, and be even more fun.

Garble listens with mild interest as he turns away, dropping his towel without much thought as he started to dress himself before pausing as he hears Spike stutter when he bends down to pull up his boxers, and blushes as he realizes, ‘Is he... checking out my ass...’ Though the thought didn't get him to speed up the process.

In fact, the red drake lingers for a bit, letting his tail sway ever so slightly as he slides his boxers up. An audible gulp comes from behind him, earning a slight smile as he continues dressing, though slower then he normally would have. He even begins flexing his back and wing muscles as he goes, showing off his physique as he rolls his shoulders into place beneath his shirt.

“And... uh yeah... plenty to do.” Spike continues with a cough as he turns away from the show.

Garble gets a bit of satisfaction from that, and after he finishes dressing he says, “Well if there's something ‘cool’ to do, lets go do it, then. Starting with that... arcade... thing you mentioned.” Though he says it a bit awkwardly, being such a new thing for him to say.

“Oh, yeah, right. They have lots of games there, like that one.” He clarifies and points to the console, “As well as plenty of food options, from pizza, to others, if not better things as well.”

Garble almost struggles to hold back his excitement when he hears he's gonna be enjoying more games and amazing foods like that pizza he had last night. Sure, they had meat and gems in the dragon lands, but almost no one ever mixes the options together, especially in ways the ponies and other races have managed to put together.

He looks to Spike and gives a brief nod, “Sure, I could go for it. So what are we waiting for? Let's fly.”

Spike just nods and, after making an adjustment to his pants, makes his way to the large window as Garble bites his lip and secretly looks over Spike’s form. A form that's very prominent through his tight, fitting shirt, showing his washboard abs and pecs, as well as the bulge Spike tries to hide, a bulge he caused. Its impressive size still lets him see the outline of his partly erect shaft through his tightened pants, a shaft he has seen before, but being able to admire it again, after so long, makes him need to adjust his own pants. And once the window's open, the two drakes quickly open their wings and leap out over the courtyard, flying straight toward the center of the town.

As they travel, Spike points out many different landmarks, and other easy ways to remember how to go about finding them, from the farmers market to the shops and restaurants, making sure to show him which ones serve meat and gem options, as well. He even talks about places that popped up here and there, after the school was opened, giving them plenty of options, if they want to eat out.

“And there is our destination.” Spike announces as he points out the building with tinted windows, flashing lights, and audible sounds of enjoyment coming from the inside.

As they make their descent, the scent of a freshly cooked meal hits Garble’s nose, causing his mouth to water. True, he has eaten a short while before, but the smell is instantly making hungry for whatever they have in there to eat, “It smells damn good.” He says as he wipes the drool from his mouth.

“It'll taste even better.” Spike chuckles as they land and make their way inside, “I brought enough bits to last us a while, so let's get a table, order some food, then we can hit the games.”

Garble nods and, before he can even move, Spike grabs his hand and pulls him inside. A light blush crosses his cheeks, but as soon as they enter the building, the many bright lights and sounds begin to overtake his thoughts, the sudden increase in external information quickly overwhelms him. His spines start standing up and his body would've ceased all movements, if not for the slight squeeze of his hand from the hand holding his, as well as the look of joy and kindness from the Spike eyes, helping him relax.

“Here we go.” Spike says as he leads them over to a booth just for the two of them, away from the most annoying lights and sounds, “Maybe I should've given you more of a warning about this place.” He expresses with a slight frown as he takes a seat across from him.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Garble replies, keeping his masculine shield up as best as he could, though the flicking of his tail and darting eyes at almost every little movement around them betrays him.

Spike looks at him for a bit before smiling, “In that case, lets order something and check out the games.”

With that, their adventure in the arcade begins, enjoying every little thing it has to offer, from all the games that caught Garble's eye, which Spike shows him how to play, and lets him narrow down his favorites, to the food, once it arrives. Of which Garble eats rather messily, but enjoys every single bite of, being so flavorful and cooked in ways that were so very new to him, leaving him stuffed by the time Smolder finally joins them, a short few hours later.

“How are my two favorite boys doing?” She asks as she joins them in their booth, “Looks like you two are having a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, it's pretty cool here. More so then I thought it would be.” Garble replies, playing it as cool as he can as he tosses his plate's last few fries into his mouth.

“Well, the movies will be better. Almost like what we watched last night, but on a massive scale.” His sister tells him, “I already got the tickets, so we can get there early and get some good seats.”

Excited about the prospect, and not wanting to miss the show, Spike readily pays their tab and the three of them make their way to the theater. On the way, Smolder explains some of the more unusual things about Equestrian theaters, such as popcorn, which is a plant that has hard kernels that are heated until they burst, leaving white fluffy masses behind, which the theater clerks give to you in a bag. Spike then explains that they're usually flavored with salt and butter, a combination of which Garble easily takes to and tosses back as much as he can into his already saturated stomach.

“Save some for the movie, Garble. We are seeing an action-horror film, after all.” Spike comments as they make their way into the theater.

Once in the large, empty room, Garble is told to stay quiet while the movie's playing and not to disturb anyone else, but Garble is just stunned at what he's seeing before him. That the movie is going to be shown on such a ginormous screen, with big, booming sounds coming from all around him, pulling him further into the experience before he even sits down. Spike and Smolder practically have to drag him to their seats, with Garble still amazed, and practically melting into the cushioned chair beneath him. When the movie actually starts, he's immersed into the world of the movie, making him feel like he's actually there with the actors.

The sight and range of emotion is more than Spike would've expected from the drake, especially from something he saw as a normal, everyday event, but for Garble, it was something totally new, and so, with a smile, he turns back and enjoys the show. The movie itself is actually pretty scary, not with lame jump scares and cheap thrills, but with an actual level of psychological horror.

It's so scary that even Smolder and Spike get shaken up, the three of them ending up latching onto one another; Spike in the middle, with Garble hugging one arm to the right, and Smolder holding the other to his left, eyes clenched shut until a sudden attack from the shadows causes the entire theater to jump.

After the fear and chaos cools down, Garble blushes and pulls himself away from Spike, though keeping his hand on his as they share their armrest, and whether or not it's from another scary moment or an action packed scene, he occasionally gives the drake's hand a squeeze. A squeeze Spike returns, as much as Garble pretends not to notice.

Soon the picture comes to its final, action filled climax with a very satisfying conclusion, while still leaving room for another story to be told in one way or another. The crowd cheers, as does Garble, his excitement so high that he lets loose a streak of fire into the air. It frightens a fair number of ponies, but most of them seem to cheer louder after seeing it.

The way back to the school is filled with Garble talking about the movie like a candy-filled child, “I had no idea ponies could make such badass things like that! Oh Man!” He shouts, being as loud as he wants to, still riding his high from the movie.

The street is bare, the many shops and stalls are empty, having closed or are just closing, so Garble feels no need to restrain himself, especially while the adrenaline is still pumping through him. While Smolder's just honestly surprised how excited he became over something as simple as a movie. There were so few things in their childhood that could've made him act so giddily, it seems things really have changed with him.

“Glad to know you enjoyed the movie, GarGar. It was a brand new one. And it was pretty damn good, too.” Smolder says as she and Spike walk along a bit more calmly, with Spike more enthused than her, geeking out a bit from the movie, and lightly rambling alongside Garble.

Soon enough they return home, where Garble crashes onto the couch with a smile and the other two take their own seats before they talk and talk for the next few hours. The red drake doesn't even think to hide behind his mask, for the scene's far too happy, far too calm, far too... natural for him to do anything other than be himself.

The days pass by rather quickly, one turns to two, two turns to three, three becomes five, five becomes a week and so on. It soon felt strange when the three of them weren't together. All the while, Smolder's has taken notice as to what's been going on, with neither Spike nor Garble seeing what's been in front of them this whole time. Or at least not wanting to admit it's anything more then dudes being dudes and inviting each other to their guys nights at the castle.

“They've been denying it for too long. Sure, Spike's doing his best to keep the promise, but he isn’t dumb, he knows Garble misses us.” Smolder exclaims, pulling away from her studying before peering out of their bedroom window, seeing a spot of red in the distance, knowing it's Garble, hunting for more gems.

Her mind wanders back to how happy Garble's been with them, the few times he's caught himself trying to coil his tail around theirs whenever he could, such as in the baths they've taken together in the lava pools they found by the base of the nearest volcano on the edge of the Everfree Forest. As well as after he made such a fuss about seeing her naked, or even her seeing him naked, all those months ago, Garble didn’t seem to have any issues letting his eyes wander over the two of them as they sank into the lava with him; slowly working his way over to them and just talking, even having done some surprisingly subtle flirting with them as they bathed. While she's still confident in their relationship as siblings, and as potential hoard mates, she still needs them to admit there's something going on between them.

So, with a sigh, she leans back in her seat and yells, “Yep! Enough is enough. Me and Spike are gonna have a talk.”

“About what?” Spike asks with a raised brow as he walks into the room, setting his bag to the side, “Something important I take it? Seeing how riled up you are.”

“You have no idea, SuSu.” She tells him as she pushes herself away from her desk, “We have to talk about GarGar. He's been here way longer than for a 'simple visit'. I know you aren’t as block headed as he is, so you know what I'm getting at, right?”

Spike just nods and softly sighs, “Yeah... It's more obvious then I would like to admit... But we did make a promise... and if he wants to come out, he will.”

“That! That, right there! That's the problem! He never will! He may seem content on the outside, but I know my brother: he's torn up about having to hide it.” She exclaims, following it up by showing him the letter Garble sent before he came, “He won’t come out on his own. He needs another push.”

“How do you think we can do that? He's already here, in the safest place he could ever be to come out in... at least until the Dragon Lands progress some more, but even then, it isn’t gonna be easy.”

Smolder taps her chin and quickly paces the room before a smirk crosses her lips, “Hey... you remember all the fun we had back then? You remember how much he loved being taken by you?”

To that, Spike blushes and adjusts his collar, clearing his throat, “Well, yeah... it seemed like he really enjoyed it.” He says, remembering how little control Garble took after he first rode him, which, even then, was only after Smolder was done smothering him.

“Exactly! We need to use that to our advantage!” She declares with an evil grin, “And I'm sure GarGar would go for some training, seeing how you beat his entire gang, he might want to learn some of your moves.”

“So...” Spike begins, knowing there's more to it.

“So... let's say, during your lesson, you could just so happen to pin him down. Maybe hold him there, waiting for him to say uncle... or... an admission?” She asks with a wink, giving him a hint at what she truly wants.

Spike turns a deeper purple once again, “You... get off on the weirdest things...”

“Runs in the family.” She snickers, pulling in for a hug and planting his head between her breasts as she holds him against her, “Besides, I want my brother to have some fun, and what better fun is there to have than with us?”

“Alright... we'll see how things go... with the... ’training.’ ”

“Thank you, SuSu!” She says, pulling him into a deep kiss, “I think my homework can wait~” She coos with a trail of drool still connecting their lips.

“Hm... maybe learning some of those pony moves wouldn’t be so bad.” Garble says, rubbing his neck as he follows Spike and Smolder to the nearest gym.

He's doing his best to avert his eyes from the surprisingly tight shorts and tight muscle shirt Spike elected to wear, with Smolder seemingly trying to outdo him by wearing nothing but a pushup sports bar and a pair of short shorts that hugged her hips like paint. His eyes can't help but bounce between the two of them as they walk ahead of him, enticing him with Spike's strong muscles and Smolder's round, bouncy rear. He's lucky the loose fitting sweats he chose to wear is able to hide partial excitement.

“Well, seeing how Spike kicked your gang's ass, you need to make sure you don’t get shown up like that in front of them again. And hey, it could help you win more turf back home, and definitely show off.” Smolder chuckles and pats his back.

Spike nods along, “It isn’t too hard. It's just some self defense stuff that can be made into offensive stuff. Though I still try to avoid it, if possible. Being trained by royal guards and specialists hand to hand, well, hoof to hoof, it's just too... much. But it does have its advantages, though.”

The talk of trainers and masters gets Garble to question how Spike kept in shape with all the sweets and stuff he ate, helping them lead right into their plan of action, with Spike apparently failing to let Garble know before now that he does some basic body and form training a few times a week, normally before classes, or in between, if there was enough time. Though as Garble wonders more about him, they enter the gym, where Spike secures the door behind them, giving them all the privacy they need to 'train' as long as they want, without interruption.

So, after showing Garble how to properly stretch and warm up, they step into the boxing ring that was rarely used by anyone other than Spike, Smolder, and maybe just a handful of others.

“Alright, let's start with some sparing. That way I know what I'm working with.” Spike tells him as he does some final stretches in his corner of the ring.

“You sure?” Garble asks with a raised brow, only to take a low stance right after, ready to charge the drake.

Without anything more than a nod of confirmation, Garble lunges at the lithe drake, sending all his might into slow but powerful punches, one after another. Almost all of which Spike manages to dodge, blocking and swatting away the rest, while not attacking, himself, merely waiting for the perfect moment to knock him off balance. Garble eventually manages to land a few quick blows against Spike, nearly knocking him over by the force alone, proving that power is all Garble knows about combat. His movements lack focus, as if he's constantly in a state of blind fury, trying to overwhelm his opponent with sheer force alone.

Seeing that he's not making any progress, Garble switches tactics and goes to tackle him, causing Spike to dive backwards onto his palms, spinning like a top and throwing his legs around like sweeping blades, knocking a foot out from under his foe. It sends him briefly tumbling, but he quickly recovers as Spike comes at him with swift punch, faster then he's seen from any other drake, one which he tanks before another one comes, each chipping away at his defense before he catches one that forces him away, putting some distance between the two panting drakes.

“Looks like you picked up on a few of my moves from before.” Spike comments after catching his breath, “Good job remembering them.”

Garble nods at his compliment, having hand to hand experience with Spike is totally different from what he was expecting. No wonder the blundering idiots back home got their asses handed to them. Spike knows how to handle himself, that's for sure, the idea alone sending shivers down his spine as they took a small rest.

“Power is good, but not for how I fight. It's all about speed,and agility turning the opponent's attack against them. Very different from how dragon's normally fight: nothing but power.” Spike states as they step back into the ring, glancing at Smolder, who's watching with a smirk and gives him a nod, “In order to demonstrate this, we're gonna play 'uncle,' in that we're going try to pin the other down and get them to yield, you can learn a lot of defensive stuff this way.”

“Sounds easy enough...” Garble shrugs, not putting too much thought into it as he stands across from his opponent.

“Okay, let's keep it nice and clean. Or don’t. I'm not gonna stop you, either way,” Smolder announces as the mock referee.

Taking that as their cue, Spike and Garble start stalking around each other, keeping a close eye on one another before Garble makes the first move and rushes him, tackling him to the ground. The two begin rolling around, each trying to gain any leverage they can as they grapple.

Spike takes this chance to put his and Smolder’s plan into action: moving fast, he grabs Garble’s ass and gives it a squeeze as they roll on the ground. He feels the drake go stiff before he plays it off and rolls Garble off of him, turning the tables by pinning Garble's hands above his head. But that doesn't last long as Garble kicks him off of him and puts some distance between them.

Spike notices the twitch in Garble’s eye and the blush on his cheek before they come at each other once again. This time Spike feigns to the side and sweeps Garble off his feet, taking him down before latching onto his back, cascading his breath against Garble's neck as he grinds and gropes his body, causing the red dragon’s struggle to grow weaker and weaker as Spike plays and plays with him.

‘What... what is he doing...’ Garble asks himself, his mind racing as he's losing to the purple drake, feeling as though he's been toyed with this entire time.

But the fight was not over yet, for Garble muscles his way out of Spike's grasp, managing to overpower him and hold him on his own, only for Spike to escape and get it back, on and on they go, growing sweatier and sweatier, a light sheen coating their scales as their grunts and groans fill the arena. At some point Garble’s head ends up trapped between Spike’s legs, with one of his arms held behind him, forcing him right up against the very source of the strong, musky scent he's been craving for all these months. His tail raises on instinct, but he has to keep himself under control, and so he grunts and breaks free of Spike’s hold once again.

Spike pushes himself back, as not to get trapped by Garble's grasp, now that he's free from his hold. Spike watches his body, seeing everything he even tries to do, but one thing becomes more and more obvious as they continue to pin one another. Garble's eyes seem to always find their way down to the package outlined by Spike's shorts. That, and to Smolder as she adjusts her bra, perking up her breast whenever she catches Garble staring at her as she works herself out, always keeping an eye on them from the sidelines.

Garble’s resolve is at its limit; his breathing is heavy, his desires are at their tipping point, his face is as deep and red as it's ever been, and he's no longer making any attempt to hide the erection in his pants.

‘Now...’ Spike tells himself as the two clash one final time.

This time Spike wasn't simply playing, this time Spike actually threw his all into his grapple, twisting and turning in ways Garble couldn't keep up with, ending in a position with all the power. He now has complete control over Garble, pressing against every important joint, flexing against every important muscle, easily taking control over Garble's wild thrashing. He feels Garble's body against him, his muscles rippling, his sweat beading, his heart racing. “Come on, GarGar~ Say it. Tell me what you want~” He whispers into Garble's ear, ignoring the fact that he's just as hot and bothered as he is, driven to the edge by their bodies rubbing so fiercely against one another.

Garble's at a loss for words, his legs are too weak to fight back as Spike keeps him pinned to the ground, arms trapped above his head, their crotches pressed together. Garble twists and turns underneath him, trying to break free, but it's obvious to Spike and Smolder that he truly isn’t giving it his all. But, with the aid of Spike's loosening grip, he does manage to flip himself over, only to realize that it made things worse for him as Spike’s bulge is now pressing squarely against his ass, softly grinding into him.

“Say it, GarGar~ Say it...” Spike softly orders him, keeping him bound as he does so.

He’s pinned beneath the drake he’s grown so fondly of, the one that’s captured his heart, the one that makes his hole tingle, and the one that’s managed to take every ounce of control away from him, and dominates him. His body shakes with excitement, but what Spike wants to hear he wouldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to say, even though he’s tried to bury these feelings so deep down within him, he just couldn’t.

Spike grunts and thrusts his hips against Garble’s rear, putting more force behind it than before, and although he could tell from the almost inaudible moans, he knew that the red drake wouldn’t dare try to free himself if he could, “Say it... if you don’t... I may never do it...” His voice is low and gravely, whispering into his ear, commanding him to speak.

‘Uncle... I just have to say Uncle... right?’ Garble tries to convince himself he can play it off, but the embers are reigniting, setting aflame the fresh kindling within him. ‘No... I want to... I need to...’ He knows what he needs to say.

“We want you to be ours~” Smolder’s voice rings softly in his ear, he knows she’s close, barely a step away, he can smell both of their scents, both of their arousal, alongside his own, “Just say it~ and SuSu will do it~”

Garble searches for his voice, his mind racing, overwhelmed by the two that have allowed him to open up and truly indulge in his needs. The only dragons he’s ever known that could accept him, and break through his hard exterior. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, but his walls are finally broken down, and the entire forest has caught fire in his heart.

“I...” Garble finally finds his voice, letting what he’s been wanting to say come pouring out, “I need you! I can’t go any longer without you... Please! Fuck me!” He begs, breathing heavily and thrusting his rear back against him, “Please take me!”

That’s all they need to hear, for as soon as he said that, Spike thrusts an arm beneath him, curls an arm behind her, bursting through the gym doors, rushing straight to their room, all in mere moments as Spike is overwhelmed by his sexual desire. Garble blushes, feeling Spike’s claws gripping tightly against his ass, as Smolder coos, her tail swaying eagerly as Spike holds her tight, enjoying every moment of this.

It doesn’t take long for them to reach the room, each one taking turns locking lips with one another. Their tongues exploring each other’s mouths as they claw at their clothes, leaving but mere shreds behind as they crash onto the bed.

Smolder wastes no time sliding down her brother’s body, leaving kisses along the way, causing him to shiver as he feels her breast brushing over his cock. She stops to lap at it for the first time and revels at the taste, enjoying each and every salty, musky flavor coating her tongue. She then cups his heavy balls as she slides the tip into her mouth, earning a moan from her sibling.

Garble pants as his sister pleases his cock, but as much as he should be enjoying it, his mind is drawn to the musky scent from the throbbing cock that’s rubbing against his face. Spike stands beside him, pulling his head against his meat, smearing the leaking pre against his muzzle. He falls in love with the command Spike wordlessly gives him; he opens his maw and moans as the throbbing tool he’s missed so dearly is slammed down his throat. His nose presses against the drake’s pelvis, holding it there as long as he can before he loosens up and releases his grip on the drake’s gorgeous cock, pulling back only for air.

‘More...’ Garble's mind screams as she slams the massive tool back down his throat, grabbing and pulling at Spike’s hips as he does so.

The tight, wet throat around his cock makes Spike roar in pleasure as he gives Garble exactly what he wants, holding the red drake’s head and thrusting into him. His heavy balls slap against the drake’s chin as he uses his mouth as a fleshlight, the sound urging him on as he looks down and sees the hearts in Grable's eyes. He can plainly tell he’s loving every moment of this. He watches as his eyes are rolling back each and every time his cock hits the back of his throat and slides down his gullet.

Smolder pulls off her brother’s cock, panting as she rubs her thighs together, burning from the intense, forbidden desires they’re engaging in. She presses her breasts against her brother’s throbbing tool, making him thrust against the softness now surrounding his shaft, urging her forth to bounce her melons along his shaft and suck the pre from his tip.

“AH!” She gasps, pulling off of him once again as she feels her brother’s tail sliding between her thighs, against her needy passage, “Ooooh~ GarGar~” She moans as she goes back to work, enjoying the feeling of his tail thrusting along her pussy, in time with Spike fucking his face.

The grunts and groans of pleasure grow ever louder and, before they know it, Garble thrusts his hips and shoots his load into Smolder’s mouth. She gags, surprised, before swallowing all the seed she can, some leaking out from around her lips with how much there is. The taste of her brother’s shot pulses pleasure throughout her body, causing her to squirt, coating her brother's tail in a wave of juices. Her clit twitches wildly as she brakes off of his cock, the cum shooting all over her face and coating her breast.

Garble’s body hangs limp from all the pleasure, the only thing holding him up now is Spike’s hands as he has his way with his mouth. Soon after, though, Spike lets out a jet of fire against the wall as he climaxes, filling Garble’s mouth with his hot, thick cream. So much that his throat couldn’t contain it all, as cum starts oozing from the sides of his mouth and out of his nose, overfilling the drake before Spike comes down enough from his high to pull himself back, cock still firing, and coating Garble’s face, landing most in his open mouth, already filled with creamy goodness.

“I see you enjoyed the appetizer. Good, because we’re far from done...” Spike says as he looks over the two dragons covered in cum and sweat, biting his lip at how hot the sight is.

Garble makes a show of swallowing the remaining cum he caught in his mouth before his tongue lashes out to scoop the remains from his face. He makes sure Spike sees each glob he cleans off of himself, moaning and shivering with each bit of warm saltiness he consumes. Meanwhile, Smolder drags her fingers along the cum covering her breasts and moans as she laps at each strand of her brother's seed she tastes as she joins her brother on the bed. She perks her breast up as she licks the rest of the white fluid up, tempted to gurgle the mouthful she slurped up with great enthusiasm.

The sight and sounds reinvigorates the purple dragon, as he dives on top of them, his lips locking with Smolder’s as his hands grab both of their bodies. His fingers sinking into Smolder’s soft, supple breast as he feels all over Garble, from his tight, toned abs to his still throbbing shaft. His tongue wrestles with Smolder’s, making her shiver from the power shows over them, relenting to him roaming her mouth. He breaks off, leaving her panting and her mouth twitching, only to switch to Garble, whose masculine jaw rubbing against his feels strange, yet welcome, a new experience as his tongue runs around in Garble’s mouth.

After leaving both dragons breathless, he looks between them and runs his hand over Smolder’s mark. The proof that she is his gem and the deep connection they had forged. He moves over Smolder, she shivers beneath his gaze, and she spreads her legs, showing him her engorged, soaking labia, “F-Fill me up, SuSu~ Please~” She nearly begs through ragged breaths.

Spike nearly drools from the sight, one he’s seen many times before, never ceasing to amaze him, “I won’t dare keep my precious gem waiting~” His voice is deep, shaking her to her very core.

He’s a drake of his word: he presses his cock against her entrance, and, with a swift thrust of his hips, his rod fills her warm, wet passage. Her back arches as she feels his tool reaching deep within her, his tip hitting her most sensitive spots, nearly driving her over the edge with that one motion alone. He then pulls back, groaning from the cool air against his shaft, and the feeling of her passage begging him not to leave.

But with a single grunt, he slams back into her, eagerly filling her, and earning a gasp before he draws back once more, growing into a steady rhythm, “Fuck~ You feel so good~” He growls as she pulls her legs further apart, allowing him to pump harder against her.

“SuSu~ Ah~ Hmm~” She can only give off whines and whimpers as she thrusts back against him, her walls spreading to their limit, her pussy a waterfall of juices, flowing around his shaft.

Meanwhile, Garble looks on, biting his lip as he watches the site, his hand slowly working his shaft, watching his sister getting railed by the same stud of a dragon he fell for. The wet, heavy slaps of their bodies colliding, the sweat glistening off their scales, the scents of their musk, all making him shudder as he imagines himself getting plowed into the sheets below. The thoughts of the slightly smaller drake having his way with him again, it’s exactly what he wants, it’s exactly what he needs, and only Spike can satisfy him, only Spike, the one that causes his heart to flutter every moment he’s near.

'The softness is rubbing off on me...' He absentmindedly thinks, instantly pushing the thought aside as she strokes himself off, watching the sight before him, locking eyes with his sister, who seems to be on cloud nine as Spike sheaths his sword inside her.

She motions for him to come closer before gasping from an exceptionally hard thrust, causing the bed, itself, to rock and Garble to bite his lip as he feels the power Spike is putting into it, all while his hands run down her legs, massaging her thighs and groping her soft, muscular rear. He approaches his Sister, who suddenly grabs onto him, bracing herself as she shouts and convulses as a powerful orgasm washes over her. She pulls his head in and kisses him deeply to silence her cries, that if any louder would alerted half the school, and after a moment to process, he closes his eyes in return, feeling the shakiness in her lips and the spastic movements of her tongue as he cups her cheeks, soothing her racked brain from the orgasm.

Garble breaks off and gazes at her sweetly, a heavy blush under his scales and she manages to bring her own words to the surface. “I need to....ah~! P-Prep my big bro~” She says as embers leak from her lips.

He shivers, knowing what she meant, and, in wordless agreement, he makes his way above her, his body going stiff as he feels her tongue lapping away at the underside of his cock and balls as he does so. Not even a full second after his perfectly sculpted rear is in view, her claws grab his hips and pull him down, her muzzle instantly sliding between his cheeks and her tongue instantly working on his twitching pucker.

“Ah~!” Garble lets out a high pitched moan as he shifts into place, his blush turning deeper as he locks eyes with Spike, who gives him a loving, and lustful grin before locking lips with him.

Garble shivers, submitting himself to the drake’s tongue, eyes rolling back as the feeling flows through his entire being. He grinds his rear against Smolder as she gropes her own cheeks, causing her to moan into his moistened hole. He presses her breast around his throbbing tool, feeling the softness of her pillowed mounds against his shaft once again. He feels Spike remove his lips from his as the drake pulls back, pulling his shaft from Smolder’s twitching mound. He feels her whimper as she’s left empty, wiggling in place. Spike winks at Garble, smiling as he moves his cock lower, then bucks his hips, stuffing over half of his dragonhood into her backdoor. The move causes Smolder to let loose a muffled scream of pleasure, her tail spasming out, her wing bursting out from under her, the force making the siblings bounce in place as she’s overwhelmed by the sheer, rarely indulged pleasure.

“Mfm~ She’s such a screamer when we do anal~” Spike grunts under his breath as he slowly slides his shaft deeper into her, eventually bottoming out as he grabs her legs, having to hold them up, himself, as she shakes in pure ecstasy.

Garble wiggles his hips, his tail swaying feverishly as his sister goes to work, her need for more of anything doubles her efforts as her tongue delves deeper into his anus, giving her a full, deep taste of his musk and masculine favor. He pumps his hips as much as she would allow, his tip leaking pre down her breasts and over her stomach. Spike grunts as he fucks her, the tight grip around his cock making his spines stand on end, pounding her anus slowly but surely with all the force he can, feeling her passage wanting to milk him dry.

The purple dragon suddenly hoists up her lower half, making sure not an inch of her anal walls are left without his throbbing shaft. Spike groans as he gives several more thrusts before pulling out of her cock hungry ass, then stuffing her twitching snatch once again, making her moan and, in turn, make Garble shiver, arching his back as the vibrations of her lewd cries travel up his spine.

“Fuck yeah~” Spike moans, her hot, wet passage hugging his cock, once again bringing him closer to climax, which he didn’t hold back from.

His eyes lock onto Garble’s own spasming shaft, that’s currently covering Smolder’s breasts in fresh, hot cum. He finds the incestuous act so hot that he can’t hold back the tidal wave of cum and starts pumping into the dragonesses' womb. Garble lifts himself from his sister, leaving her to moan, unrestrained as she’s pumped full of her drake’s seed, feeling the breeding potential of each rope as they fill her.

“Fuck! AH! Fill me, SUSU~” She cries as the heat from his cum overpowers even her own internal fire, fixing in place the hearts in her eyes.

She’s turned into a drooling mess, barely able to recognize him pulling out of her filled pussy, only to stuff her ass and make her scream once again in animalistic euphoria, causing a wave of fire to shot out of her mouth as her eyes water, her body unable to hold back. He thrusts as each rope of cum fills her, his balls working overtime as he fulfills her every desire. It’s yet another night of her biting off far more than she could chew, and her glazed over eyes barely pass over to Garble, who looks on, stunned at what Spike can do when unrestrained.

“Oooh~ Grr~” Spike growls, his eyes turning feral as he finishes pumping himself into his orange gem, letting her body go limp, cum oozing out of her gaping, abused holes as his hard cock faces its next target.

Garble feels so small under such an intense gaze, one he’s never seen from Spike before, but one he’s wanted to see for months. He turns over, lifting his tail as he raises his ass into the air, giving Spike a full view of his wet and waiting rose, his balls swaying freely while his shaft slaps against his stomach. He gasps as he feels Spike grab him by his hips and pull back, then whimpers as he feels the slickness of his dragonhood rubbing against his ass.

He feels Spike’s hands sliding over his body, he feels the bed shifting, and he feels Spike pressing against his back, “GarGar~” The words are like a drug to him, “My gem~” The words, though sultry in nature, are filled with love.

Spike gives his ass a slap, making him moan, before nibbling his ear fin as he runs his hands down Garble’s arms, quickly grabbing his wrist. Grable's eyes go wide as his upper body is forced into the sheets as his hands are pulled out from under him and pinned above his head. The nibbling of his ear moves down to a bite on his neck, making him give a whine of pain, though every bit of it is welcomed.

‘Yes...yes!’ Garble’s mind is in a rush, his cock is throbbing harder, his breath is getting heavier, all from the feeling of Spike’s sharp teeth on his neck.

Spike slaps his ass again, pressing his tip against the wet and winking hole, “You want this, GarGar~?” His voice rattling his soul.

“Y-Yes! Please, SuSu~!” He cries, his voice higher than normal as he feebly struggles against his mate.

Spike pulls back and pushes forward, shoving his throbbing cock inside of him, making Garble groan and cry out as he feels each and every barb pop into his ass. He’s only rarely played with his ass since those fateful nights, so he maintains his vice-like grip on the massive tool that spears him. He can only lay there as he feels his body being pressed further into the sheets, filled by Spike’s meat, the slickness from his sister's tongue thankfully easing it, but it is still so much.

“You stayed tight for me~” Spike snarls before thrusting full bore, “Didn’t you, GarGar~” He rumbles as Garble cries out in satisfaction, music to his ears.

Garble can’t hold back, the feeling of his length filling him so abruptly, “AH! GAH!” The cock slams into him, rubbing against his walls, pressing against his core, giving him the pleasure he’s been craving for months, and as his cock bottoms out inside of him, his own cock explodes.

His loads fire into the sheets, quickly pooling beneath his weakening form as Spike begins grinding against him. His ass manages to contract even tighter as he rides out his orgasm, that only further sullies the sheets, each wave of pleasure is even more intense than the last. Once it tapers off, his body refuses to go limp as he feels Spike pounding into him, invigorated by the sounds and pleasures of Spike’s hips smashing against his own, it’s everything he’s ever wanted; everything he’s ever needed.

“GarGar~” The command of his voice causes soft, submissive mews from the drake beneath him, “My GarGar, you made a big mess~”

Garble mentally rejoices at the words, “I-I did, SuSu~ Such a mess~!” He manages to cry out, making a silent promise to clean up.

Spike nips his ear fin and growls at him, “Good~” His tongue then laps against his cheek, as if it’s tasting a freshly forged ruby.

Garble shivers from the touch, reactively trying to wiggle away before Spike’s grip tightens around his wrists, forcing them further up as he puts his entire body against him. He quakes as he feels Spike's balls slapping against his, intoxicated by all the sweat and musk pouring all around him. His tongue hangs from his mouth as he’s once again used as a living fuck toy for the dragon he once bullied, but now happily worships like a slut in heat. A sharp crack and a tinge of pain follows a slap as he feels his ass getting toyed with, giving his toned rump a squeeze, making him whimper between his moans and shouts of pleasure.

Spike’s hips become a blur, huffing and puffing as his pace increases, once again abusing the drake’s rear. His lustful and passionate grunts and groans growing more and more frequent as a wisp of fire escapes from his mouth.

“P-Please SuSuuuu~ Make me yours~!” Garble begs, his mind a blur of raw, primal urges, brought forth by the powerful, aggressive pounding from the drake above. “Breed me!”

He has no time to reflect on his words, for as soon as he says it, Spike drives his cock deep inside of him, deeper than ever before, and just as he raises his head from the blow, he feels a sharp pain in his neck. He feels Spike’s teeth sinking into his flesh, just as he feels Spike’s cock pulsating inside of him, releasing all of his pent up seed, followed by a blazing heat. Flames bellow from Spike’s maw, seeping into his very soul, warming him even further, mixing and churning, overwhelming his every desire. He moans, that’s all he can do, he moans as he’s filled by Spike, filled by his essence, filled by his seed, fulfilled in every way. The inferno within him reaches its peak, concentrating on a single point, just beneath his left shoulder blade, and burns a mark he will cherish forever: a green, flaming spiral.

It seemed like a lifetime, that one, glorious moment, causing his entire body to shudder and shake as he unleashes a load like never before, draining his balls, as if to make room for his lover’s, and leaving him exhausted, held up only by Spike, alone.

That lasts but a few more seconds, remaining in their primal hold before Spike rolls to his side, bringing Garble along as he lays on his back, holding him tightly against his chest. “I... I... Spike’s~” Garble feels his scales shifting, the connection to his King of the Hoard growing deeper, “I am SuSu’s precious gem~” With that, he closes his eyes, lightly squeezes around Spike’s softening cock.

Smolder silently watches them, letting them fully enjoy their afterglow before she makes her way over to them. “Well? Was it everything you dreamt it would be?” Smolder asks in a hushed tone to her near comatosed brother, happily smiling at him.

“Even better...” He mumbles in reply, his eyes seemingly glazed over, still coming down from his blissful high.

“Yep, that’s a marking for ya. Remember when you marked me SuSu?” Smolder begins, smiling as Spike answers.

“Yeah... it was... the longest night... and you were talking nonsense for most of it.” He blushes, feeling his connection to his hoard growing stronger as the siblings are joined through him, “Though... I never thought I would be marking your brother...” He holds his breath as he feels the drake on top of him slowly shift to face him.

“Well, ya did...” Garble retorts, knowing full well that he doesn’t mind as he’s finally come to terms with his feelings, “But...” He continues, his tone coming off mixed, putting a dent in Spike’s core, “I am glad you did, SuSu~” He coos Spike’s pet name, laying his chest against the smaller drake.

To that, Spike relaxes and locks his lips with Garble’s, who returns in kind, shivering as he feels Spike’s hand running along the mark on his back. Though, once he’s had his fill, he breaks off the kiss, only for Smolder to waste no time in taking her own turn locking lips with their King, both cuddling as closely as possible to him, enjoying the bliss of everything going right.

“Well, I guess I’ll go get some fresh sheets, then we can turn in.” Spike says as he sits up, only to be pulled back down by his thirsty mates.

“We ain’t turning in just yet, ya big stud~” Smolder purrs as she holds his hand against her breast, “After all, GarGar needs to make up for lost time. Isn’t that right?”

“A LOT of lost time...” Garble replies, his tail flicking wildly behind him as he, too, holds Spike’s hand against his chest.