What’s a ‘dumptruck’?
The beginning of it all started on a schoolday like any other.
The young six were strolling through the halls of the School of Friendship in their usual group, chatting about the usual nonsense.
“I’m just saying, sometimes it seems like Rainbow Dash is more brutally honest, and Applejack seems like the kind of pony who’d be super loyal!”
“Oh no, not this again.” Gallus and Silverstream were busy debating one of their many reused conversation topics with some of the others watching on in amusement. Everycreature seemed at peace: Sandbar was laughing to himself at their antics, Yona was chuckling at her friends’ pointless passion on this topic, and Ocellus was trying to stop it turning into a full-blown argument again…
But then there was Smolder. She was busy staring at the floor, zoning out and remaining silent opposed to her usual guffawing at her friends’ idiocy. Typically she’d be erupting with laughter and/or encouraging a play-fight between the two, but something was off about her…
The sextet had just come from a class with Fluttershy, the dragoness recalled it was something to do with making sure to whisper to little animals, not that she payed much attention. But what she was focusing on was her destination, and not where she’d began.
They were all heading to the next teacher on her timetable, and though it’d be the last lesson of their day, it was still by far the most stressful.
It was Rarity.
Smolder didn’t have anything against the mare and kind of liked her, but the problem was that every lesson of hers usually revolved around fashion and prissy clothes. Each day the teacher would try to coerce her into putting on a dress, and Smolder was having none of it. But still, Rarity was getting closer, and every day felt like it was drawing nearer to the day where she’d inevitably end up in a dress.
She would avoid it at all costs. Her dignity as a dragon was on the line!
So steeling herself for the lesson to come, Smolder marched forward into the classroom they’d reached with determination. All she had to do was lay low and go unnoticed. She could do that.
…Okay Smolder. So far, so good.
Three quarters of the way into the lesson, everything had gone well. She’d ducked and weaved from her teacher when necessary, using the sewing machines about the place to hide behind, and was confident that she could 1: Finish off the fashiony thing she’d been making. 2: Figure out what it had to do with friendship. And 3: Keep being as stealthy as she could with bright orange scales.
I just have to keep this up, and all will go well! Sneaking about the place, the nude dragoness could see her teacher on the other side of the room, occupied with another student, so now was her time to strike; she could get back to her station, finish the… thingy, and succeed.
Casually and carefully, Smolder sauntered back to her mini workshop.
C’mon, Smolder! The lesson’s nearly over and you’ve nearly made it through this. You can do it! Working on the project she didn’t understand again, the dragon made sure to finish up the last details on it, before finally, she put it to one side and let herself rest. Good, now I can focus on avoi-
She dared look back at where Rarity had been, and found her looking right back with a suspicious glint in her eye.
Shit. Well at least she’s over there and not he- And then Rarity disappeared. WHAT THE-
Poof! “Hello Smolder.” In a flash, the feared teacher showed up right next to her and trapped her. The poor student was defenceless, and could barely respond as she was too stunned… And a bit scared.
“H-Hey.” A moment passed between them, an awkward one, but Smolder couldn’t resist asking. “How did you-“
“Councillor Starlight taught me, she’s been helping me improve my magic.” Cutting her off, Rarity showed who had the power here with her dismissive answer. She’d never wanted to play the ‘strict teacher’ role, but with a student like Smolder, she felt she had no choice at this moment, which led her to her next topic. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Wha- Whaaaaaaat? No I haven’t, I’ve just been… Uhh…” The dragoness had doomed herself here, and couldn’t even come up with an excuse. She was screwed.
At her vain attempt to feign ignorance, Rarity had to sigh. Again, she didn’t want to be strict, but had no choice. “Mhm. You’ve been avoiding me, and I know why.”
“But-“
“No ‘buts’.” Sometimes ‘tough love’ was necessary in teaching, the fashionista understood that. “You’ve been making sure to stay far from me in lessons, and it’s to avoid putting on a dress. Is that right?”
“…” Scratching her neck awkwardly, Smolder didn’t have any decent response. At the very least she knew she was in the wrong here, but was just thankful that Rarity wasn’t making a scene out of it, embarrassing her further in front of her classmates.
“Well I’m sorry darling but that won’t do. In life, you will need to try out new things, just like with friendship. How will you know if you like something or somecreature if you never give them a chance?” Making annoyingly good points, Miss Rarity continued. “So in order for me to let you pass this term I’m going to need you to at least try on the dress. I know you don’t want to but this is ‘tough love’ darling.”
Hanging her head, Smolder accepted defeat. She’d have done anything to avoid this situation, but the last thing she’d expected was for her teach’ to threaten her with an ‘F’, so reluctantly, she nodded and muttered a “Fine.”
This cheered Rarity up to no end, her even breathing a sigh of relief now that this problem had been sorted. “Thank you Smolder. To avoid any embarrassment or what have you the dress I chose is in changing room 1. You won’t need to show anycreature and I won’t force you to tell me how you feel about it, but trust me, I will know if you haven’t tried it on… Call it a ‘fashionista’s intuition’.” Having settled that, the teacher smiled appreciatively and trotted off, leaving a miserable dragon behind as she went off to assist another student.
Well… That could’ve gone better. Sarcastically, her taunting inner voice had to chip in a comment.
She didn’t want to do this, and a large part of her was considering trying to lie anyway, nevermind what Rarity said about a ‘fashionista’s intuition’. But she recognised what had to happen here. She didn’t want to do this, but she needed to, and so she would.
Alright, let’s get this over with. Glumly, she sulked over to the allocated changing room, and checked as if paranoid to see if somecreature was watching her. They weren’t, so she moved into it, shutting the curtain behind her. Damn it.
She’d been this close to making it through a whole term avoiding her teacher, but now, because of dumb luck, she’s now going to have to wear…
That. Smolder lifted her head to spy it, and it was exactly what she’d been expecting. To her left in the small room was a mirror, there for her to be able to see herself in all her shame. But ahead of her, hung against the wall, was a light blue, frilly dress, one that would undoubtedly fit her albeit attractive body. …Shit.
It looked so silly, so girly. Smolder didn’t want to even imagine herself in it, but when her future was in the hooves of a mare that demanded she wear it…
“What choice do I have?” Grumbling out her words, Smolder let out an overdramatic sigh before accepting her fate, and shuffling over to the outfit. She could put the dress on, look at herself, realise it was worse than she’d expected, and go back to her room and forget about it ever happening. A solid plan.
Snatching it from the hook, the dragon unhappily found the bottom, and slid her entire body through the gap. Ponies didn’t have the luxury of opposable thumbs, but she did, and so her arms slipped through the appropriate holes and she was adorning the dress in seconds.
Her eyes were closed tightly as she could feel the plush clothing cover her body, but steeling herself, Smolder turned to the mirror and opened her eyes, daring to look at the reflection. And what she saw was… her. It was her, in a dress, one that fit her body remarkably well.
Moving about in it, analysing the various curves and unnecessary frills the dress’s exterior provided, Smolder realised something about it, something so horrifically awful and mortifyingly terrible that she couldn’t stand it:
She liked the dress, and she liked how it looked on her.
The dragoness couldn’t tell what it was, but she really enjoyed wearing it. Yes, it was comfy, but the way it clung to her body, and accentuated her own feminine curves was something that she was surprised she liked so much.
Smolder knew she had a big ass, and she knew it had been leered at before. She’d occasionally heard stuff other creatures said about it, like that it was fat, or juicy, or thicc, or whatever a ‘dumptruck’ was, and those compliments did slightly boost her ego. To know that, despite her not having the sharp corners a dragon would find attractive, she had the bubbly butt that others would… appreciate, she liked it, and she liked the dress because it helped in bringing out the huge ass that she was proud of.
But then this all brought up another conundrum:
Nocreature could know about this! She had a reputation of being fierce, fiery and genuinely threatening to those who mocked her, so if others knew she liked playing dress-up…
It’s not happening. No one can ever know. Making up her mind firmly, Smolder couldn’t resist looking at herself again. The frills had grown on her, and for the first time ever, she was actually considering trying out makeup to see if it had the same effect. Twirling cutely, she wanted to spend more time in the dress, enjoying how it made her look infinitely more than she expected to. However, the only thing separating her from the rest of her class was a singular curtain, and if even one classmate saw her…
Without hesitation, Smolder grabbed it and yanked it over her head. Putting it back on its hanger, she stepped back, and looked at it one last time. And then she left.
No one can know about this. Heading back to her sewing machine, the dragon wanted to purge the forbidden memory from her head. But as she reached her area, and looked over to her teacher, their eyes met, and the experienced mare gave a knowing smile. Shi-
RIIIIIING!
At the blaring alarm, every student rushed to pack their things, but one. And as they prepared to zoom out the door, Rarity made sure to give her last words quickly before dismissing them. “You’ve all progressed excellently. I’m glad to see so many of my students thriving and improving as time goes on…” She held their attention for a little longer, until… “You are dismissed.”
In a clamour, they all happily dashed to the door. The school day was over, and they all knew it, so now was time to do whatever the heck they wanted to (which was usually spending time with their friends)!
Of course, one of the many students wasn’t running though, too lost in her traitorous thoughts to be bothered to. And this didn’t go unnoticed. “Ah! Smolder! If you could stay after class for a sec’. It’ll only take a second.”
At the words, her head snapped to Miss Rarity, knowing what she wanted if her fashionista’s intuition really was more than myth.
But along with hers, five other heads turned; the heads of her friends, concerned that she’d gotten into trouble.
Smolder noticed them leaving together, and watching her. It was nice to finally have friends (even if some could be a bit selfish at times) but now was not the time, so she dismissed them with a claw wave, signalling ‘Go on without me’.
And they nodded, the quintet heading out.
“Ooh! So what do you think has got Miss Rarity keeping Smolder behind in class?” As peppy as ever, Silverstream looked on the bright side (like usual). “Do you think she’s gonna take her to one side and name her her one true successor?”
Just Gallus’ look was enough to show how ridiculous he and the others found that to be. He didn’t dignify the silly question with a response.
“Yeah, probably not. But why do you think it is then?” Right now they were strolling down the hallway, finding it best not to loiter as they headed to the common room.
Ocellus spoke up next, worried for her friend rather than optimistic. “W-Well, I don’t know why she’s being kept behind, but shouldn’t one of us stay behind? To show her that we care?”
The quintet thought on it, and surprisingly, Gallus was the one to agree first. “I’ll do it. You guys are just gonna be in the common room anyway so we’ll catch up with you there.”
His generosity surprised them all, but they didn’t look into it. They were happy that the grumpiest of their gang was taking Fluttershy’s lessons on kindness to heart. So they departed, their feathered friend heading the opposite way back to class.
But the thing was, he had ulterior motives. Not particularly evil ones, but his actions weren’t led by friendship, they were led by curiosity. He couldn’t think of one student that’s been kept by the teacher in class before, and quite frankly, that made him want to know what Smolder did.
They were barely even friends, really. Yes they hung out with the same group and, yes, she was sexy as hell, with an ass he wanted to sink his talons into and shove his beak into. But still, not really friends.
She wouldn’t confide to him what the problem was, but maybe with enough prodding she’d spill the beans though…
So casually and trying to act coolly, Gallus took his place at a wall, leaning back against it. He wasn’t close enough to hear what was going on in there, but whatever it was, he at least hoped it’d be interesting to make this worth it.
“So Smolder, I take it you know why I called you back?” In front of her desk, the orange lizard couldn’t look her teacher in the eye, and was too embarrassed to say anything, but apparently she didn’t need to. “I’m sure your aware that my silly-sounding ‘fashionista’s intuition’ thing wasn’t a lie… and I’m glad you liked the dress.”
Panicked, Smolder’s eyes darted to hers, before instantly looking away again.
“Don’t worry though, I won’t tell anypony. Or ‘anyone’, I should say.” The red-faced dragon didn’t need to be looking at her to understand her teacher had winked there. “But the reason I kept you here is to say I appreciate you actually trying on the dress, and that, if you choose to, I will even let you take it with you to keep and do with as you please.”
What? The thought had never occurred to her. She could do that?
Her inner turmoil was clear on her face if Rarity’s smirk was anything to go off of. But she didn’t push her for an answer, instead standing up and walking to the door. “I won’t stick around to push you to make one decision or the other, darling, and I won’t embarrass you anymore, but the dress is where you left it and know that I won’t judge you for what choice you make.”
“…” Smolder was too stunned to speak, the biggest dilemma in her life silencing her.
“Well then, I’ll leave you to it. See you in class tomorrow, Smolder.” And with that, she left.
Behind her though, the dragon was frozen.
There were two equally tempting options: she could take the dress and bring it back to her room, letting any snoopers ruin her entire life if they found it, or she could leave it here, and regret it.
…Fuck. Her body couldn’t move, stuck in inaction. But then, all at once, it did, and Smolder sprinted over to the changing room where the alluring outfit was kept. Shoving the curtain out of the way, she snatched the dress up as if she was stealing it, and having made her mind up a while back, she charged to the door, running at full speed out of it and charging relentlessly back to her personal dorm room.
She hoped she could make it there avoiding any eyes watching what she was doing. But she failed. One pair of eyes had spotted her, and were very confused.
Gallus had seen Miss Rarity leave first, and he was perturbed.
Watching the door intently, he thought Smolder would be first, so he could swoop in on her and barrage her with questions. But he hadn’t seen her leave, and was waiting with even greater curiosity.
And then she did exit the classroom, running, at full speed, in the opposite direction.
What the fuck? The common rooms were behind him, and she was heading to their bedrooms as if she was trying to outrun her tail. Plus, she’d definitely been carrying something, a big clump of fabric that was white and blue. Where they… clothes?
In all his time knowing her, Gallus had never seen her wear clothes even once. She’d always strode about naked like the rest of them, and now she had some clothes…
Gallus had been curious, and now he was captivated by what the fuck was going on.
Loosely, he followed her back to her room.
Slam!
Forcing the door behind her shut, Smolder locked it quickly with adrenaline still running through her veins. It felt as if she was committing a robbery, when really, it was everything but that.
But now she was given a moment’s reprieve from sprinting down hallways, so Smolder caught her breath as she strolled over to her bed.
She placed the dress down and splayed it out, staring at it. “…I did it.” There was a feeling in her belly, like giddiness and terror mixed together, but having the dress, looking at it now, she didn’t regret taking it.
Calming her emotions, Smolder grabbed the dress, this time treating it with care, and took it over to her mirror. Within seconds, it was adorned onto her curvy, voluptuous body, and once again the delighted dragon couldn’t help but admire herself and how right the distinctly feminine outfit looked on her, a ‘tomcolt’ (as one pony once called her).
Moving about and enjoying the view, she was at peace, unlocking a secret hobby that only she would know abou-
Creeeeaaaak.
The noise of her door snapped her out of her fantasies. Smolder’s head snapped to the door, hoping it was a mistake, but no, the blue feathered head of her ‘friend’ was peeking through, staring right back at her.
…Well shit.
So much for a secret hobby.
Striding on over to Smolder’s room in the girls’ section of dorms, Gallus was not sure what to expect. But when he’d picked her door’s lock with a feather and snook in, he hadn’t been expecting to see the cocky tsundere of their group admiring herself in a dress.
And wow did it look good on her. As she moved, seemingly bedazzled by her own reflection (and her own butt), he couldn’t help but watch with her. It was the ass, of course, that he enjoyed ogling the most, the dress somehow making the view just as hot as if she’d been nude.
As his eyes stayed glued to her rear, and he felt his dick begin trying to emerge from his sheath, Gallus wanted to get closer, to see the sexy outline of her big, round rear more.
But fate had other plans.
Creeeeaaaak.
His talon pushed the door a little to let more of him in, but the door made sure to alert her of his presence, and in a second, his cover was blown and her head was turned to face him.
For what felt like forever, they remained in place, eyes locked on each other’s as they registered the new information, but apparently Smolder’s head comprehended the situation quicker than he did, as her orange cheeks turned a bright red, her being the first to speak. “Gallus?! Wh-What are you doing here?!”
His mind was still stuck on seeing Smolder in a dress, but slowly, his mind was processing it, and the naturally greedy griffon was seeing how he could use this to his advantage. “Just thought I’d pop in. The others were wondering why the teach’ kept you.”
“B-But wasn’t the door locked?” Her claws moved to her body, as if to hide herself.
Nonchalance was in every word he spoke, and all it did was unease Smolder. “Yep.” He tossed the question aside, a grin growing on his beak. “So you like playing dress-up now, huh?”
If Smolder’s face could get any redder, it did. “Bu- Wha- Ho-How did…” Eventually, after constant stumbling, the dragon’s head turned to the side, not wanting to look at her intruder. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
Where others may have seen a responsibility to keep Smolder’s secrets confidential, Gallus’ griffon mind didn’t. He saw opportunity.
His mind quickly thought back to all his past experiences with her, when she’d run ahead of the group with her fat ass bouncing away behind her, or when he’d watched the huge cheeks squish hotly when she’d just sat down on a chair, or even a second ago, when in the dress, her ass was still the centre of attention.
So having something against her, Gallus came up with a plan, one to make her and her body his. “Eh, I might.” Shrugging callously, he made sure to notice the look of terror appearing on her face.
“Wh-WHAT?!” She hoped desperately that she’d misheard him, but she hadn’t.
Fortunately, Gallus’ length had returned to his sheath, so smoothly he stepped in, locking the door behind him and trapping them together, keeping her attention on him. “I mean, why not? What’s in it for me? I bet I could get a good laugh revealing you and your little hobby to the school.” With all the swagger in Equestria, he acted like he had all the power here, and though Smolder could burn him to a crisp in seconds, he did.
“P-Please don’t.” She’d never begged before, and right here, she decided she hated it.
But Gallus just ignored her, strolling over and sitting on her bed.
“I-I’ll do anything, just don’t say anything, please!” The sensical part of her mind said this, whilst the dragon part of her resisted, demanding she pounce at him and let the secret die with him. Damn it! Creatures would notice if the prick went missing.
But what Smolder had said out loud caught Gallus’ attention. “‘Anything’? I suppose there is one thing you could do.” Cockily, he rubbed his chin, the smugness clear even behind his poker face.
“What?” This was audibly filled with more frustration than her other words, but she didn’t care. What did the overgrown chicken want? For her to do his homework from now on?
“Well…” Dangling his legs off the side of her bed, he leaned back on his arms, looking her dead in the eye. “School’s been pretty hectic lately and that can get stressful, and I don’t know about you but I’ve been feeling pretty pent-up lately. Perhaps you and that tongue of yours could help?”
Smolder was a smart dragon, but somehow, she wasn’t catching on. “Huh?”
So Gallus gave up on subtlety. “I want you to suck my dick, Smolder. Either that or your passion for dresses ends up in the Ponyville Times.”
And then it hit her. WHAT?!?! Despite what her crass personality suggested, Smolder was likely the most innocent dragon to ever exist. She’d never even been in a relationship, nevermind what Gallus wanted her to do. She knew about that kind of stuff, obviously, but still.
Meanwhile, still feeling as cocky as ever as he watched her, Gallus was surprised her face could even turn that red. But that just meant his plan was going well, so he stayed silent where he was.
Wha- I… I can’t do that! Of course she couldn’t, and she refused to even consider it…
But what other choice was there?
No! It’s not happening! I’m not fucking sucking off that birdbrain!
She could either lose her dignity and her reputation with every one of her actual friends, or she (a virgin) could be defiled by her ‘friend’.
I can’t! I’m not going to do it. I…
Smolder would rather do anything than use her body to please the smug asshole in front of her, but she needed the information he held to remain a secret.
I… I-I…
Gallus had been watching her struggle. He’d even dare say that he enjoyed watching the ferocity she held fade away as she understood how cornered she was, griffons were defined by their ruthlessness to get what they wanted.
… And back to Smolder, she was staring at the floor, red-faced and slack-jawed. They both knew what she was going to have to do next, but still she was failing to come to terms with it. I- J-Just ‘cause- That bastard’s gonna make me- H-H-He think he can- “GRRRHHH!” Growling angrily with her eyes closed, smoke flared from Smolder’s nostrils, and Gallus even retreated a bit at knowing how much fire she could bellow. But then it stopped, and her fury died out. Fine! I’ll… I’ll fuckin’ do it! And then it’ll be over and I can forget this ever fucking happened!
She opened her eyes again, and the griffon’s smile grew even wider on seeing the unhappy acceptance on the dragon’s face as it turned into a look of begrudging submission.
“…Fine. I’ll do it. Just don’t tell anyone about the dress thing.”
His answer just pissed her off more. “I’ll hold up my end of the deal if you hold up yours.”
Clenching her fists by her side, she growled out words that he didn’t fear. “Shut the fuck up. Let’s just get this over with.” With shame in every step, Smolder moved over to him still on the edge of her bed, nervously glancing down between his legs.
“Hey, I intend to enjoy this, so…” Slowly, tauntingly, he spread his legs and revealed the large, furry sheath kept there, as well as the balls so hefty Smolder’s eyes widened a little on seeing their size. “And keep the dress on, we both know how good it makes that fat ass of yours look.”
Those words felt so wrong coming out of his beak, and she had been planning to take off her dress before she knelt down, but apparently she wasn’t given that choice. So gritting her teeth, Smolder got to her knees and looked up at him grinning down on her.
“What’re you lookin’ at me for?”
Gallus knew what. He was taunting her, and she knew that. “You need to be… e-erect for me to… y’know.”
“Well I need to be horny enough to get hard, and my balls are right there…” He’d said it so nonchalantly. She hated how comfortable he was in this position of power over her.
“…Fucking damn it.” Grumbling to herself, Smolder tentatively reached her hand over, and cupped one of his large testes in her grip before doing the same with the other one, and awkwardly fondling them as she turned her head away.
“Tch!” And Gallus wasn’t having any of it. He knew she was more innocent than she let on, but wow, she was blushing up a storm at even this! Her pathetic attempt at pleasing him wasn’t enough though, and he quickly grew tired of the her abysmal attempt to get him hard.
“Hey! Wh-What’re you-“ Reaching over, his hands grabbed her horns and gripped them tightly. “G-Get off!” Her claws moved to try and get him to let go of her, but that just gave him an opportunity, and right as she tried prying him off of her, he sought to give himself pleasure if she wouldn’t give it to him…
So with one firm tug, Gallus shoved her face into his balls, keeping her there as she wriggled about fruitlessly.
Her voice was muffled as her mouth pressed up against the hot, musky ballsack. “Get off of me!”
Obviously he didn’t listen to her. She didn’t know yet, but she was his, and ever since he’d seen her in that dress she was doomed to do as he commanded. “If you want to pleasure my balls then you’re gonna have to use your tongue, Smolder.”
Her struggling stopped, and Gallus didn’t feel himself light on fire so it was clear that she was processing what he’d said, so he didn’t know what to expect next.
What he hadn’t expected was for her long tongue to slip out of her mouth though, and begin licking his cum-tanks vigorously. “Oh! That’s more like it!” Finally, he felt his body respond to her, and soon his phallus was rising from his sheath hard and horny.
Between his thighs though, Smolder wasn’t having as good a time as he was. All she could smell was his rich, deep, erotic musk, and as her nose pressed against the fur on his testicles, she knew all she could do was give in and do exactly what she wanted to do. So as he kept her here with her horns, she lapped at the balls, unhappily tasting them and hearing his ‘compliments’.
It felt merciful when he pulled her back finally allowed Smolder to smell air that wasn’t completely tainted by him, but seeing what awaited her, she’d rather have kept her face on his pungent sack.
Towering over her, even blocking out light, Gallus let his long, girthy, meaty, vein-covered cock throb over her as Smolder’s eyes stared up at what she’d be moving onto next.
“Enjoying the view! It’s pretty impressive, isn’t it?”
“F-Fuck off!” It was everything she hoped it wouldn’t be, including impressive. All the way from it’s red tip down to the knot, it pulsed readily, and Smolder couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of his tremendous dong demandingly yearning for her.
Next, Gallus’ talons released her, something she wasn’t expecting. “I trust you know what to do next, y’know, if you still want to keep your little hobby a secret, that is.”
His cockiness made her want to kill him, but the teachers finding a corpse in her room would likely be worse than the news of her dress getting out there.
Taking a deep breath to prepare herself and ignoring his powerful stench entering her nostrils, Smolder cautiously reached her claw up, and grabbed his girthy meat. She wasn’t nearly able to wrap her claw around it fully, but as she gripped it, she could feel it’s veins throbbing, and could feel how disgustingly hot it’s skin was.
Smolder took one last look up at him, as if to beg for mercy one final time, before she pulled the cock down and lined it up with her mouth. Just get this over with. Just get this over with. Just get this over with. Using every bit of willpower she had to force herself through this, Smolder moved forward and began slowly, agonisingly wrapping her lips around the head, letting him entire the warm, wet confines of her mouth.
“There we go, now we’re gettin’ somewhere.” He placed a talon on her head, a single one toying with her purple spikes as he coaxed her further down him. “Keep going, you’re doing great!”
With pure hatred behind her eyes, Smolder glared at him, but her hesitancy would just make this last longer, so she pushed herself forward to ease him down her throat. Sh-Shit! If Gallus looked big, he felt bigger, and her mouth was being stretched just to let him get more into her. Why the fuck does HE of all creatures have to be so fucking hung?
The dragon’s tight throat hugged him as he delved deeper in, and though her insides were a little hotter than he was expecting, Gallus was letting out real moans from just her fitting him in. “Angh! Damn! We should do this more often, Smolder!”
She didn’t even bother glaring at him again, she just tried ignoring the demeaning words as her lips pressed against his knot. There was no way she was fitting that bulbous thing inside of her, so she began sliding him out of her. When she reached his tip, she wanted to rip her head from the disgusting prick she was pleasing, but instead she pushed down again, bobbing her head back and forth in the hopes that he could hurry up and cum already.
“Nghh! Your mouth is made for this, y’know?”
The worst part for Smolder wasn’t the stench of being stuck between his legs, and it wasn’t his ‘compliments’ that he made sure to moan out. The shame came close, but what she truly found the worst was the taste. On the times her tongue scraped his shaft, she was gifted with the lewd, dirty, sweaty taste of bird-cock, and she felt she’d never get it out of her mouth. …But at least it can’t get worse than this. Right?
“Hey Smolder…” The small dragon should’ve known better than to think that. “Listen, the blowjob’s great and all, buuut I’m afraid a few creatures might still hear about your latest obsession if you don’t add a little tongue-action to that BJ.”
Her juicy legs trembled under the poofy dress. There was never any thought of disobeying him though.
Closing his eyes again to truly enjoy the pleasure, Gallus leaned back on his arm again. “NGH! That’s better! Ah!” And at his waist, a long, slimy tongue began coiling around his meat, Smolder having to endure more of the taste of cock as it started pleasing him; alternating between squeezing on his girth and stroking it in it’s kinky embrace. “Angh! Holy fuck, Smolder! I should’ve done this sooner, your face is a fucking perfect fuckhole!”
The hand on Smolder’s head began getting rougher, encouraging her more to go faster, pumping her head up and down his cock at quicker and quicker speeds. She hated this, being used like a toy, but if he was hurrying her up, then he was getting closer to his climax, so she went with him, sucking as both his other hand gripped her and forced her back and forth.
“NGH! I’m getting closer! I’m…” Smolder could taste his pre-cum, she could taste Gallus’ salty, fertile seed and wanted to get the taste out of her mouth. But rather than that she put her all into the blowjob, tolerating his ecstatic moans and grunts as he used her horns to control her instead. And then, with her mouth being rammed into his knot again and again… “I’m cumming!” Gallus smashed her down onto his length one last time, and with his tongue sticking out of his beak, he emptied his balls deep into the dragon’s belly.
His knot still couldn’t fit, but he made sure to move one hand to squeeze down on it as splurt after splurt of his thick, white jizz was pumped into her.
The orgasm lasted for a while, it seeming to never end for Smolder as she felt every glob fill up her belly, but as it began to come to a close, Gallus pulled her back, yanking his cock from her and making sure the last remnants of his climax shot onto her tongue, making her taste his load before he let her go, and she threw herself back onto the floor to spit it out.
“Ptew! Bleh! Urgh!” She didn’t feel sick, but rather relieved. It was finally over, and now that the deed was done she could never speak to him again and-
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Holy shit I haven’t cum like that since… Well, ever!” Not having moved other than to rest back on both his arms again, Gallus relaxed as some cum still dribbled from his tip, but what Smolder noticed when looking back at him was that his cock was still rock-hard, and throbbing as if he was ready to go again. She didn’t care though, and took her eyes off his massive dick to glare at him yet again.
“Okay. It’s done. Now get the fuck out of my room.”
His eyes opened and looked down on her once more. She didn’t know what look to expect on his face, but the devilish grin didn’t calm her anger, and his words only riled her up more. “Nah.”
A beat passed, Smolder baffled as she and Gallus stared each other down. “…What?”
He shrugged. “Well it’s common knowledge that griffon’s minds are greedy by nature, and our bodies are the same...” With a lazy smirk, he gestured to his untouched erection. It wasn’t softening, it wasn’t retreating back into it’s sheath, it remained between his legs, pointing up and pulsing with want, covered in her saliva.
That piece of shit better not be saying what I think he is…
“Anyway, you’ve got another choice: either you can stay there on the floor and watch as the school finds out about your secret, or you can get on the bed let me pound those fat, orange cheeks of yours. Your choice.”
An inferno of rage bubbled up inside of her. Smoke billowed from Smolder’s nostrils as she growled manically, and then she stood up, pointing at him with a fury like no other. “THAT…” Her ire hesitated for a second, but it returned again at full force. “THAT WASN’T THE DEAL! The deal was that I suck you off, and you never tell anyone about the dress!”
Gallus wasn’t fazed by her actions at all, and if he was he didn’t show it. The griffon just kept his cocky smirk on his face, unnerving the dragon as her anger turned into uncertainty. “The deal was that I don’t tell anyone about the dress if you let me do what I want with you. And I want to fuck you, doggy style.”
All Smolder could do was stare back at his half-lidded eyes. She racked her mind for anything that could get her out of this situation, but there was nothing, only a terrifying question: “So you could keep blackmailing me about this forever?”
His smile was enough of an answer, and if that wasn’t then his hard, wanting cock was.
Looking down, Smolder thought about it.
And then she thought about it again.
She was fucked. In every sense of the word, she was truly and utterly fucked.
Her jaw hung open in shock. How else could she react to it? She was going to have her virginity taken, and it wouldn’t be by some super attractive dragon or her ‘true love’ or anything like that, it was going to be taken by some horny piece of shit that just walked in on her at the wrong time.
She should never have put that dress on
Full of anger, shame and regret, Smolder’s body, still in the dress, walked over to the bed and climbed onto it as he watched. She could still feel his spunk sloshing around in her belly, but she didn’t let her mind think about it as it was too focused on despising the very existence of the erect bastard behind her shamelessly ogling her ass.
He wasn’t just leering at her though, he was fantasising about what he’d soon be doing to her, and imagining all the things he could do with her in the future. She was his now, and he’d made sure of it.
Meanwhile, embarrassed wasn’t nearly enough to describe what Smolder was feeling. She’d gotten into position on her own bed, and with her round, covered-up rear facing out, she tried hiding her modesty further by covering her crack with her tail. It was all in vain though, and she knew it wouldn’t help her for much longer.
Speaking of which, Gallus got up and moved to take his place behind her on his knees. Without bothering to ask, he lifted the dress, and revealed her incredibly poundable cheeks to the room. “Heh. I’d say I don’t know how that dress hides this much ass, Smolder, but…” Slamming his hands down on her ass and getting a small squeak from her, Gallus’ dick throbbed harder on hearing the slap that sounded out, as well as seeing the small ripples her bouncy butt made. “It doesn’t!”
Smolder kept her head down. She was so used to being nude, strolling everywhere with her juicy rear there for all to see. But when Gallus revealed her ass, flipping up the dress, she’d never felt more exposed, and it would only get worse.
“What’s wrong, Smolder? Don’t wanna rush through this too?” He looked down at her tail hiding her bits, it nearly nestled perfectly between the cheeks.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” She’d known him to be a bit of a prick when she considered him a ‘friend’, but now, with his true conniving, perverted colours shown, she hated him infinitely more. Still though she did nothing as he reached his hand down and pulled her tail up, exposing Smolder further. She hated it, obviously, but what good could resistance get her now?
Grabbing his long, meaty dong, Gallus dropped it into the crack of her ass, moving his hips to and fro to give himself a small impromptu assjob. “Damn, this was not where I expected my day to go when I woke up this morning! How about you, Smolder?”
“…” Silence.
“Eh, fine, we’ll hurry up and get to the good stuff.” He held his girth again, pulling away to line up with her. But he couldn’t resist toying with her more. Instead of pushing into her slit, he rubbed his head up and down it, taunting her most sensitive place. “Already wet, huh?”
“Wh-Wha…” It took her a few seconds to realise, but Smolder realised he was right: she was wet. “I- F-Fuck you!” Her body must’ve just reacted that way when she’d sucked him off, there was absolutely no way she was enjoying this. R-Right?
“Hehe.” Placing his hands back firmly on her buttocks and chuckling at her last comment, Gallus thrust forward, jamming his head into her.
“Hngh!” Instantly, Smolder’s hands clenched onto the covers. She could feel her cunt widen to accommodate his head, and already could feel it stretching as he slowly wedged more in. “Fucking shit!” As she grimaced, her arms lowered her front onto the bed, Smolder unintentionally putting herself head-down, ass-up.
The grunts of her hole being used for the first time were ignored by the one mercilessly stuffing more into her, and if his smiling face was of any indication, he wouldn’t be stopping. “Ngh! How are you so fuckin’ tight?”
I’m not too tight, you’re too fucking big, birdbrain! She wanted to scream her thoughts at him, but couldn’t get a word out. Gallus’ pace wasn’t easing up, and with half of him already in, stretching out her virgin pussy, all she could do was let out growls and grunts. “Grrrr! Sl- Agh! Slow the f- Angh! S-Slow the fuck down!”
Yes Gallus heard, but he didn’t listen. Driven by lust and carnal want, the griffon forced his massive cock deeper and deeper into Smolder’s hot, wet, snug cavern, until eventually, his fat tip pushed against her womb and her outer lips kissed his knot. He’d buried his cock in her, and revelled in the feeling as he groped her ass. All but the knot was in, but he could get to that later. “Ngh! Holy fuck, Smolder! You’re hugging me so tight!” Everything her mouth did to him, her pussy was better at. It was hotter, wetter, tighter, and he even got to feel up her cheeks while he was back here! Her mouth did have a tongue, but being hilted in her pussy…
It was utter euphoria. He just hoped that he could get away with this, because if he did, her little dragon asshole would be next.
Speaking of which…
“Gah! The fuck are you d-doing?!” Gallus had begun pulling out, scraping his dong on her inner walls as his meat left her. But as he did, he spotted her tiny anus almost hidden under her tail, and began circling it with a talon. “Grgh! F-Fucking stop!”
He didn’t, and didn’t intend to as he left his head inside of her, and pushed back in, finding it much easier this time.
“Ngh! G-Get off my- Ngah! Ahn!” He pulled out, and then pushed in, and then pulled out, and pushed it all in again, over and over. Smolder could feel his girth grind on her walls, and felt her womb get squished every time he hilted himself in her. But worst of all, she felt pleasure shoot up her spine with each thrust, and despite her hatred of it, her body was responding to his fucking… and enjoying it. “Guh! F-Fuck! Ah! Mmf!”
The more he sped up, the more the dragon understood that the sounds coming out of her mouth weren’t uncomfortable grunts. They were moans. She was starting to moan, and with each time his hips hit her rear, she let out one as if she was enjoying the forced mating.
But she wasn’t, even if his cock sent waves of pleasure through her and his hands started to feel good on her butt.
“Feeling good down there?” He certainly was. All that was left now was to pick up the speed and get to truly clap some cheeks. But first, he couldn’t help but notice the arousing, feminine moans coming out of her mouth.
“F- Ah! F-Fuck you!” Her voice held none of the bite of before. She kept telling herself she wanted this to end, but above, Gallus saw her body was wanting more, it dribbling with need down onto the bed. So he thought it was finally time to bring their love-making to a close, and if that meant he got to blow a fat load inside of her, then he was more than fine with that!
Slowly but noticeably, the virile avian made his thrusts quicken. They were highly enjoyable before, but soon, he was rapidly mashing her cunt, driving his cock in and out constantly and feeling even more pleasure than before. His hips were a blur, ramming into her cheeks over, and over, and over. And Smolder noticed, even if she never mentioned it.
“Ah! Ungh! Ngah! Fuck! Ahn!” Being fucked silly, the dragoness’s moans were barely heard over the sounds of her clapping ass. Her front was pressed entirely against the bed now, including her broken face and her stuck-out tongue, so with every violent thrust into her, she was being pushed down into the bed, as if being bred into submission (which wasn’t too far from reality).
Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!Whap!
Rutting her like an animal, his own tongue stuck out too, Gallus had an urge, and he didn’t bother resisting it. Still plowing her, he raised his hand and-
SMACK!
“AHN!” Smolder’s back arched as she cried out. She could barely tell what was going on anymore, too busy drowning in pleasure to be able to focus on anything, so all she could do was moan and take the pounding, feeling something within her start to build up.
And she wasn’t alone in that. Spanking her ass had been just as hot as Gallus had expected, the sight of her cheek jiggling, the sound of her shocked squeal, the feel of her butt bouncing under his hand. All the stimuli was more than enough to make his orgasm threaten to explode out of him. “S-Smolder, I’m-”
His arms moved from her, being planted into the bed beside her so he could truly jackhammer into her.
WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!
And then, after so much mindless fucking…
“Ngh! I’m… CUMMING!” One more time Gallus thrusted, and that was all he needed as his hips jammed into hers, his bulbous knot pried at her already stretched outet lips, trying to force its way in until-
Pop!
Finally, every last inch of his cock was inside of Smolder, and with her body connected to his and squeezing down tightly on his knot, jolts of pure ecstasy blasted through him, and the floodgates opened as he erupted inside of her. “Ngaaaaahhhh!”
Gallus’ balls clenched for the second time tonight, having prepared plenty more spunk to shoot inside Smolder and pumping it into her by the load.
She of course was experiencing her own mind-boggling orgasm that was rocking her limp body, but she couldn’t get even a noise out, slobbering down onto the covers as a thick rope of cum shot directly into her womb. It was currently being crushed by his massive length, but that didn’t matter to it as another load splurted out, and another, and another.
The conjoined pair stay motionless except for the shivers of pleasure racking their bodies, whilst Gallus’ fertile jizz flooded out of Smolder’s filled-up womb and oozed down onto the bed. For minutes they remained this way, the only sound being of their laboured panting.
But after recovering from the best orgasm of his life, Gallus decided to separate them.
With plenty of grunting and yanking, he pushed her butt as he pulled his hips back, and eventually was able to pop his knot out of her cunt’s tight grasp. The rest of his slick cock followed, with him easing it out before it completely left her and allowed the rest of his hot spunk to pour out of her onto her own bed.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Letting his dick soften, Gallus bathed in the erotic afterglow of their one-sided sex. He should’ve felt guilt or something after forcing himself on her, but just looking at her dishevelled state and how his seed trickled down from her slightly gaping pussy, he regretted nothing. “I mean, I didn’t even know it was possible to cum that hard!”
“…” Smolder needed to recover more. She literally felt unable to move, so the idea of turning around and screaming obscenities at him, it was unthinkable.
That didn’t matter to the griffon though, so he kept talking whether she was listening or not. “Anyway, the others are waiting in the usual common room and they’ve been expecting us for a bit…” He looked down at his cock covered in multiple liquids and knew it would make a mess if it wasn’t cleaned soon, but fortunately there was a dress right here to wipe their mixed cum off.
Cleaned, Gallus’ prick was allowed to return to his sheath, and despite being sweatier, he looked as if none of this had ever happened. Smolder though…
“I’ma head back to them then. You might wanna clean yourself up first if you wanna join.” He spoke so casually as he strode on over to the door, but made sure to look back at her before he left. She looked impossibly lewd, and Gallus committed the image of her taken body to memory before grabbing the door handle and exiting, saying one last thing. “See you soon, Smolder.”
And then he left, proud of the prize he’d claimed.
The room was silent after the door shut, and besides breathy pants, nothing dared disturb the messed-up mass that lay helpless on the bed. Smolder’s head was still down and her ass was still held high. Her pussy still kept gently dripping cum onto the large, white pool of jizz already on her bed. Her chubby asscheek still stung from where he’d spanked her, hard. And her belly still held onto his first load, the taste still in her mouth.
She was a fucked up mess, and that wasn’t even mentioning the filthy dress she still wore, it now having evidence of their acts smeared on parts of it.
But above all else, Smolder hated how she’d cum so hard, and she hated him and his hung cock for making her.
She never wanted to see him again, but knew she would. Probably soon. So as she laid their, cum-filled and full of shame, only one thought could possibly pass through her exhausted head:
…Fuck.
At least in this state, she could easily ignore the small part of her that looked forward to his next visit.