Title:           [Satyr] Post-Roast
Author:          Gatorbait
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First Edit:      Tuesday 24th of November 2015 06:44:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 24th of November 2015 06:45:47 PM CDT

[At a roast of 'asshole satyrs', Ace makes an offhand comment about Simmer's dick. Offended, for some strange reason, the drake decides to press the girl into taking back her words!]
 
 
It's an age until the crowd has their last laughs and finally begins to disperse. The 'asshole satyrs' are finally allowed to leave the stage. Some of them take the insults in stride. Some wear them like a badge of honor. But some... some simmer.
 
Now, to be fair, it's not as though the pink and white drake is one to hold a grudge. Indeed, it's questionable if he can do anything other than stutter, stumble, squirm, and still somehow manage to stop a rampaging manticore in its tracks with a single punch (though Broil will dispute it was actually a combo). Even through all that, something set itself off inside the halfing's belly. And Simmer isn't going to rest until he gets an apology.
 
His target isn't especially hard to find at the after-party, between her fiery hair and the fact that she's a fair bit taller than most satyrs makes her stand out like a hangnail. The fact that she's laughing with two of the other 'asshole satyrs' doesn't do much to sate Simmer's frustration.
 
"I can't believe how your cousin ripped into you, D," Ace chuckles, crossing her arms over her chest. "I knew that Ambrosia had a temper, but she really went off."
 
The dusky skinned woman chuckles, toying with a bit of her hair as she replies, "Well, she's at that age when elders aren't much to be minded. She'll grow out of it, I'm sure."
 
"Right about the same time she loses the tongue-stud," Hope adds, rolling her eyes. "I just can't believe that Mason could be so vicious. Or have access to every copy of Ponyville Post, The Manehatten Times, and the Foal Free Press." Tapping her hoof against the ground, the oldest stayr of the bunch scowls. "He managed to dig up so much gossip from before he was even born. I'm going to have to keep an eye on him from now on."
 
"Better make sure he doesn't pull your juvie records too," Ace teases, the three girls giggling.
 
 
Seeing an opening, Simmer steels against the uncertain feeling wobbling in his stomach and steps up to the trio. His taloned hand is quick to find Ace's sleeve and begin tugging. It takes a moment to get her attention, and another few quick glances around before the tall girl finally gets wise and looks down. For the first time, the younger drake becomes quite aware of how much the winged satyr towers over her. But even still, he finds his voice.
 
"Excuse me," he begins, tone quivering just a touch, "but, I'd really like you to, apologize."
 
The trio fall silent, and six steady eyes stare somewhat impassively at the young drake. Simmer gulps, shuffling his weight from one leg to the other as he waits for Ace to do as he asks. It takes a long moment, but the fiery girl finally opens her mouth and says, "But why?"
 
The color drains from Simmer's face. It should be obvious, as it clearly is to him, but as he looks at the other two satyrs, he sees that they also are wearing confused looks. Another gulp, and the darker skinned boy tries again.
 
"What you said about me tonight. I didn't like it."
 
"Oh." Ace frowns for a moment, then looks back at her friends. "You guys go ahead, I'll catch up in a bit."
 
Darcy chuckles as Hope rolls her eyes again. "Yeah, I'm sure you will," the minty satyr says before the pair head off deeper into the after-party. That leaves the two halflings alone, more or less. And so, Ace reaches out and places a hand on Simmer's shoulder.
 
"Listen buddy," she says, a slight slip of condescension in her words, "I realize it can be a bit of a drag getting ragged on all the time, but it's all in good fun. Besides, I was complimenting your package. Sort of."
 
"Yeah, but..." Simmer's voice trails off as he furrows his brow and then tries to pick up where he left off. "But it really bothers me!"
 
 
"It's a roast; if a few of the jabs don't sting, then we're not doing our part."
 
"It sounds like you're not going to apologize."
 
Ace grins and ruffles the boy's hair. "Smart kid; I'm not."
 
Simmer's expression darkens as he clenches a fist. His lip curls back a touch as he digs deep within himself and somehow manages to come back with a slightly menacing growl of, "Well, that's not going to work. I demand satisfaction."
 
There's a moment of silence as Ace's eyebrow rise, processing what the boy just said. A smile follows in short order, which quickly grows into an all out toothy grin. "You demand? Satisfaction? Is that right?" As Simmer bobs his head, the larger girl chuckles and rolls her neck. "Oh, I see. Well, I think I can manage that."
 
"Good, bec-" the boy's words quickly slur into unintelligible sounds as a pair of lips press down firmly against his own. His breath catches, as though the rest of the remark is still caught in his throat, letters and sounds piling up on top of each other as he feels an unfamiliar sensation invading his mouth.
 
Tongue. Her tongue is inside of him. Searching. Probing. Rubbing. Touching every inch along the inside of the sensitive flesh of his cheeks, leaving a pleasantly hot sensation in her wake. A shiver rolls down from the top of his spine to the tip of his tail, his claws digging into the ground as another helpless sound escapes his throat. Trembling, the boy looks up into her green eyes, alight with life and laughter as Ace pushes herself further into the kiss.
 
Simmer feels his head going backwards, eyes soon only able to roam between her face and the ceiling as Ace wraps an arm around his waist and places the other on the back of his neck. Standing in such a fashion is quick to cause his collarbone to begin aching, but he can't even seem to piece together the relatively simple ducking motion he would need to escape. So instead, he does the only thing that he can.
 
He response in kind.
 
 
Ace pulls back almost immediately, the teasing light gone out of her eyes as she takes a half step back and places a hand to her lips. Breathing heavily, she glances between Simmer's eyes and his mouth, seemingly shaken. With a courage the boy probably shouldn't have, he offers her a wry smile and slips the tip of his serpent-like tongue out from between his lips.
 
"That, uh, that's some fancy trick you've got there," Ace murmurs, the fire quickly hopping back into her voice. "A flexible tongue. How'd you manage to hide that?"
 
Simmer shrugs, uncertain himself. "Nobody asked?"
 
There's a moment of silence before Ace steps back in and begins kissing the smaller boy again. This time, he's quick to respond and she doesn't try to pull away. Their tongues touch and caress one another, her larger, lingering licks competing with his sudden, sweet squeezes.
 
Before long, the pair aren't even touch lips anymore, their tongues entwined instead in an eager embrace; Simmer's wrapped at least twice around Ace's, while she tickles the back of his tongue with the tip of hers. So engaged is the younger halfling in his gentle squeezings that Ace catches him off guard as she lowers him into a seat in a darkened corner. The large girl straddles Simmer, pinning his hips to the seat with her thighs as she again looms over him.
 
"I really shouldn't," Ace murmurs both to herself and the boy under her. "But you little ones are just so delicious looking..."
 
With one hand back against Simmer's neck, the other is free to slide down between his legs. As they return to kissing, Ace gently coaxes the drake to attention. Even through the thin scales on his belly, the boy can feel the heat between Ace's legs as she runs her hand up and down, fingers twitching in anticipation. It takes some doing, both physically and personally, but Simmer finally manages to separate their tongues, if only for a moment.
 
 
"A-Ace," Simmer mumbles, his anxiety finally coming out. "You, you should probably stop. Before someone, you know, sees?"
 
"Mm, too late for that," the girl whispers, grinding her well-muscled backside against his erection. Simmer's breath catches as Ace slides him in between her cheeks. "You said you demanded satisfaction, right? Well we're not there yet."
 
Simmer squirms, breathless beneath the amazonian Ace as she continues to caress him with her backside. Large, firm, but also with an inviting softness that threatens to swallow every bit of the boy's senses. As Ace moves in for another kiss, she whispers, "You can grab it, if you want. As hard as you like; I can take it."
 
Their lips meet again and Simmer soon finds that his hands are drawn to the heavy haunches of his partner. He squeezes, gently at first, but with Ace's increasingly intense moans, gentle gropes grow into full on man-handling. He even goes so far as to spread them, allowing the larger girl to more easily envelop the boy's sizable schlong as it falls into the crevice between her cheeks.
 
It's only a short while later that Simmer gasps, grunting gently into Ace's lips as he blows his load against the back wall. The girl's throaty chuckle rings in his ears after it rolls in through his mouth, mingling with affectionate moans as she slows her jerking hips to a stop. Simmer's sloppy kisses finally force the pair to separate, a breathless Ace grinning down at the boy.
 
"So. Satisfied?" Simmer can only manage a mute nod as Ace flicks a bit of her hair away. "Good. Because I was spot on about this little beast you're packing; take care with who you choose to ruin with this rocket of yours."
 
 
Ace gives the struggling semi a gentle pat and plants a kiss on the boy's cheek. As she hops to her hooves, the girl runs her palms over her backside a few times and shakes her hands in an attempt to knock loose any lingering spunk. With a wink and a wave, she hurries off to rejoin her friends.
 
Simmer slouches, watching the generous glutes jiggle away out of the corner of his eye. Now, he certainly doesn't keep a list of prospective asses to ruin, but Ace's might be up there, especially after tonight. Despite the questions of impossibility surrounding this entire situation, Simmer adopts a silly smile, sinks deeper into his seat, and simply enjoys himself in this simple moment of pure happenstance.