Disappearance

Shira knew what shi was doing. At least, that's what shi hoped. Given that shi was the owner of - and best trick at - the brothel of mages, it was a given that shi encountered new situations every night. Everyone wanted to have hir, yet at the price shi commanded, few could afford to do so. That was quite effective at weeding out the creepy types; at worst, shi'd end up as the plaything of some old, impotent noble who wanted to experience carnal pleasures once more and hir magic would enable them to fuck like a hormone-crazed teenager for the night.

So when Theo came in and seemed to be a perfectly normal, well-adjusted individual, Shira raised an eyeridge. Hir magic did not come cheap and none came seeking the services of hir kind without something specific and exotic in mind. The ice dragoness wasn't a fool; shi knew everyone wanted something. "What can I do for you, sir?" shi said, respectfully yet mischievously. At just two inches tall, the minidragoness would have been hard to see if shi weren't sitting on the edge of the desk, but from there hir iridescent scales glistened and hir magically-amplified voice carried easily to the lion sitting in front of hir.

"Shrink me," Theo said, without skipping a beat, "So I can take you more easily." The request was unusual, but not unique, as Shira had previous experience with size-changing magic and the unusual lovemaking it allowed. It wasn't even the first time someone wanted to mount hir and such requests were becoming more common as the number of dragons willing to tolerate other species dwindled. Hir curvaceous form only increased the temptation, as shi was quite well-proportioned. The lion was not lacking in appearance either, though; Shira couldn't quite place his origins, but he could easily have his pick of the ladies. It just seemed he was in the mood for something a bit more unusual.

"Just how small do you wish to be, my feline friend?" Shira mused, "Size is always relative, of course. What you consider small would still be dangerously large to me. What I consider small you likely couldn't even see. Tell me, Theo, just what size do you wish to be shrunk to?"

With an ever-broadening grin, Theo simply lifted a paw and brought two fingers together until they touched. The message was clear: he wanted to be as small as the dragoness could make him. It was risky, but shi'd done potentially lethal things to clients in the past and, in every such instance, the sheer volume of magical energy was enough to sustain life through the impossible. "Strip," Shira commanded, "Then climb onto the desk with me. I see no reason to even leave the office if all you want is to see the world from a new perspective." Even as shi continued speaking, Theo started to remove his clothing, gently setting it into the chair he had sat in. As soon as he was naked, the lion climbed onto the desk and onto his fours.

"Good, good," Shira purred, starting to weave hir spell. Hir wings shimmered with color, glowing steadily brighter as shi prepared to reduce his size. Given hir ability to draw energy out of air and use it at will, shi had an unparalleled ability to do what shi wished, regardless of how impossible it seemed. Thus, when shi flapped hir wings and energy started flowing into the lion, his size dwindled rather quickly. Each flutter reduced his size by nearly an eighth, bringing him steadily lower to the desk. The dragoness had to move out from beneath him after a few moments, but shi didn't stop until he was just six inches tall, barely triple hir size. He couldn't get off the desk now without help, leaving him effectively trapped with the herm.

From here, the dragoness' body did all the talking; shi got onto all fours hirself and raised hir tail, grinning back at the diminutive lion. Theo, for his part, wasted no time in running toward hir. Though he wasn't hugely endowed, he was quite thick, which made the dragoness feel that much tighter. Both groaned as the tight, slick flesh gripped Theo's shaft. Being an ice dragoness, the herm's slit was oddly cold, but that just drew more blood to the lion's length and further increased his sensitivity. He bottomed out in hir before he could push the entirety of his shaft inside, though, causing him to grumble disapprovingly. "Smaller," he said.

With a grin, Shira responded by simply rubbing hir wings against him, which allowed the energy to transfer even more efficiently. In a mere second, his size was halved again, allowing him to slide the rest of his shaft into the herm. In response, shi ground hir hips against his, hir wetness soaking into his fur, while his pre helped warm hir body. Slowly, but steadily, shi rocked against him, shifting hir body to allow him to enter hir at a different angle every time. But shi also knew that he wanted to be smaller still and continued to weave hir magic; with every thrust, another fraction of an inch dropped from the lion's height, allowing hir to pull him more tightly to hir body.

Once Theo was down to hir size, Shira slid out from under him and rolled the cat over, allowing hir to playfully loom over him. Shi crouched down over his face, rubbing hir slit against his nose to intoxicate the male with hir scent, driving him into a mad lust. Satisfied that the lion wasn't going to stop until he'd achieved at least one orgasm, shi slid down his body until shi was straddling his length and pushed it into hir once more. With hir on top, shi could simply squeeze him with hir thighs, ensuring that he filled hir completely.

Even now, Shira continued to shrink the feline, who squirmed as he looked ever further up at hir. Each thrust went deeper into Shira's body. Each moment made hir tower ever-further above him. Each second shi rode him harder, using him more as a toy for hir own pleasure than simply treating him as a client. Shi knew he wanted it, evidenced particularly by the thick stream of precum that flowed into hir cunt. He was only half hir size now, but on the verge of climax as he shuddered with need. Shira used hir tail to lift up his lower body, then curled hir legs around his hips and forced him into hir completely, causing him to cry out and release his seed. As he squirted into hir, the herm simply kept his shaft fully inside hir, allowing him to paint the slippery walls with cum until he was completely spent.

Having satisfied the lion, Shira pulled off his body, lying next to him as he tried to recover. "Was that good enough for you?" shi mused, gently licking his nose. Though he grinned, he had only one thing to say:

"Smaller."

It wasn't entirely unexpected, though this was the smallest shi'd made anyone in quite some time. Much smaller than this and there would be risks from even passing air currents; he weighed less than a gram at this size. But, as the cliché goes, the customer is always right. Just in case, Shira began to prepare a revival spell before shi continued to reduce the lion's size. Theo purred and knew he was getting his wish. He lied on his back and motioned for the dragoness to ride him again, a request shi was more than happy to fulfill.

As the lion became smaller, he found himself subject to the dragoness' whims. While he previously could simply thrust into hir, he soon found himself so small that he was completely covered by hir hips and pinned to the table beneath hir body. A few moments later, he was engulfed by hir slit, covered in hir juices, surrounded by hir scent, and shivered from the chill. He was able to stay beneath hir for a brief time, but shi soon pushed him into hir body, allowing hir tight walls to encase his furry form. Shi took great care not to crush him, but as he became smaller the dragoness squeezed tighter, until he was so tiny that he simply became stuck to hir inner walls. He was less than a millimeter in height now and, as shi spread hir legs to allow in light, he saw the micro-herm's glistening blue slit spread before him like a cathedral.

This was as small as shi wanted to make the lion, but as shi tried to cast a stop-magic spell, shi found it ineffective upon the lion. Nervously, shi tried again, putting as much energy as shi could into the magic, but even that was useless and he continued to shrink. Even a growth spell seemed useless; nothing shi did could stop his size from being sapped away. Hir magic would only work on willing subjects, though: did the lion truly want to continue this madness? There was nothing shi could do for him now, though; he was smaller than the tip of hir talon and there was nothing else shi could use to retrieve him from inside hir body. Shira knew that all shi could do for him now was give the lion a show by pleasuring hirself.

With nothing left in effect but Shira's shrinking and protection spells, the lion found himself falling ever-further into the dragoness. His body's cells both shrank and disappeared in perfect proportion; his mass was converted into the energy needed to sustain his existence. He found himself washed over with the herm's fluids as shi fingered hirself, mired in the thick goo that trapped him to the inner walls of hir cunt. Breathing was difficult, not least of which because his small size reduced the amount of space in his airways, but every breath lasted much longer as his body used the air more efficiently.

Once he passed beneath the notice of even the micro-dragoness, things became increasingly weird for the shrinking male. He could start to feel the individual cells that made up the herm's body, giving hir an increasingly rough texture. The once-slippery fluid started to feel like hail, as molecules became noticeable. Breathing was forgotten; his body was running on something other than oxygen, now that O₂ itself was too large for him to inhale. His shrinking accelerated as well; he soon fell into the orbit of an atom, too large for him to identify what he was. The herm's body had absorbed him now, not that Shira had any idea what was going on, and the once-noble lion was now twirling around with subatomic particles.

The very components of the universe were laid before him now, as even quarks were now huge compared to Theo, but there was nobody for him to tell. He would never be seen again.

Upcoming Content

Warning: not a story, not porn. Just a boring update. :)

I apologize to everyone - especially the people who have commissioned me - for allowing things to stagnate so long. I'm planning on taking pictures of the art I've commissioned at my last several conventions and uploading them as soon as I can find a good place to host the files. I also am trying to get myself into the mood to write again; I am working on a final draft of one commission and am waiting approval of a of another. The other two I'm going to wait on a bit so I can confirm details, but I may be starting on those this week if I can get a hold of people and get the specifics hammered out in a timely fashion.

I'm going to try and start writing something small on a regular basis, just to keep myself in the habit of doing so. These things might be just short things that I write largely for myself or off random comments other people make; if you want to inspire something, feel free to throw an idea or two my way but don't expect me to work on anything specific just because you've asked. The things that I end up proofreading and detailing out will likely also be posted to Yiffstar, but there may well some items that aren't posted anywhere but here if I don't think they're worth cross-posting.

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Night on the Town

Just something quick to provide some much-needed new content here. :)  Also, something that I very much wish I could be doing, too, though nasty things like STDs make that very much an improbability.

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After a brief hesitation, Shira sent a message to someone on an personals site. It was obvious that the other fur in question wanted nothing more than a one-night stand; that was fine with hir, as shi was in town for only one night anyway. The videos on his profile were quite impressive, too, showing that he certainly had the package of a porn star, even if he didn't necessarily know how to use it. Most of the videos just showed him jerking himself for a few minutes before spurting his thick seed across the floor or his chest, depending on which way he leaned. The dragoness was intent on showing him how to make better use of such a big dick. Shi showed off a few pictures of hirself, posing in all hir iridescent-scaled glory, which was enough to convince the vulpine to come over for the evening.

So, when the brown-furred fox knocked on the hotel room door, Shira answered while wearing nothing but a collar. Shi didn't want to waste time and simply grinned as shi pulled him inside, practically throwing him onto the bed. They had exchanged names online before, but it made no difference to the herm. Even before he could say hello, the dragoness was undoing his pants, then immediately nuzzled against the male's crotch. It had been far too long since shi'd done this sort of thing, too long since shi'd last gotten drunk on the musk of a male, too long since shi'd last had a warm, thick shaft sliding down hir throat.

Not thirty seconds after shi'd pulled the vulpine into the room, Shira was licking around the fox's malehood. Rather than having the more traditional sheath, the fox possessed an entirely human set of bits: a ten-inch long uncut shaft and a heavy pair of testicles dangling beneath, though they were a solid black. While hir muzzle slipped over the mostly-flaccid shaft, hir paw worked underneath those orbs, fondling beneath there, occasionally letting a claw slip back to caress nearer the male's tailhole. As the male's foxhood firmed, the herm simply kept hir muzzle firmly against his crotch, allowing his tip to work ever-closer to hir throat. Shi curled hir tongue around to tease his foreskin, slipping it just under the extra flesh to tease at the male's cockhead directly. While he wasn't perfectly clean, the taste and scent of dried cum lingering upon his flesh just made hir feel even more of a slut and sent a pleasurable shiver through hir body. Shi eagerly lapped at it, slowly removing that thin, slimy, and incredibly potent film.

Once the vulpine's dick was completely hard, the dragoness slowly pulled hir muzzle off his shaft. Shi purred heavily and nuzzled at his heavy balls once again, practically drinking in his scent, before shi turned around and got into a 69 position. "Fuck my snout," shi growled, pulling him atop hir so his maleness would rub across hir muzzle and smear pre upon it. That earned hir a quick response; the male wanted to show his dominance to the supposedly submissive herm and wasted no time in positioning his tip against hir snout. Shira had only a brief moment to admire his flesh before it plunged into hir, making hir moan as it sunk directly into hir throat. Shi tried to swallow around him to pull him even deeper, though he practically lied down upon hir to hilt his shaft in hir.

>From this position, Shira could do little but curl hir arms around the male and hold him to hir. Shi reveled as his heavy, musky testicles rolled across hir nostrils, forcing hir to take in his scent, though it was proving quite hard to breathe with so much foxcock in hir throat. Even as shi gagged on it, hir tail curled around hir shaft to pleasure hirself. Rather than attempting to get free, shi just nuzzled against his crotch and felt his tip pressing around within hir. Once he started to thrust, the dragoness let go of his waist and simply let him have his way. Taking in breath between his movements, Shira tried to move hir muzzle in time with him, nearly pulling out of hir only to hilt within hir body once again. Occasionally, he pulled out too far and his cock slapped wetly against hir snout; the fox responded by rubbing the heavily scented underside of his sac against hir nose before pushing his thick tip inside once again.

When shi wasn't busy choking on his girth, Shira guzzled down as much of the male's heavy precum as shi could. He had a remarkable supply of it, too, as it flowed in a nearly steady stream across hir tongue and into hir throat. As the fox neared, he stayed in hir for longer, electing to grind his shaft against hir instead of simply humping in and out. For hir part, the herm continued to rub his rear, pulling him toward hir every time he did buck his hips and allowing his balls to slap heavily against hir nose. The fox gave an occasional grunt, but the surest sign of his approaching climax were his testicles, which pulled ever-closer to his body and enabled him to slip just a bit further into the horny drake beneath him.

Grunting was the last thing the fox did before he climaxed. He pulled back for a few moments, allowing the first, creamy spurt of his seed to run across Shira's tongue before he rammed his dick completely into hir once more, forcing the taste to linger in hir snout while the rest of his spooge flowed directly into hir belly, warming hir tight throat. The fact Shira was being smothered by the shaft blocking hir windpipe and the testicles covering hir nose just seemed to arouse them both; shi had made sure to mention that kink to hir vulpine partner. Now that he'd cum, he wasn't going to get off hir until shi also climaxed or shi stopped masturbating, even now that he'd come off his peak.

Shira didn't last much longer, though, as shi too came powerfully. Shi aimed away from his muzzle - he said he didn't want a cumshot - though shi did shoot halfway across the room to leave a thick stain on the curtains. It didn't matter much, as shi undoubtedly wasn't the first to do that. Hir subsequent spurts didn't go nearly as far, with the last couple of drops simply dribbling out of hir shaft and pooling near hir maleslit. The male then slowly slid off hir muzzle, leaving hir gasping for breath as shi swallowed the remnants of his cum.

As shi lied there gasping for breath, he didn't even look back; the fox simply put his pants on and left the sated herm behind.

Description - Human Sized Anthro

Just an updated description of myself at a roughly human size to provide an easier artist's reference.

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Shira is an anthropomorphic ice dragoness. In hir current form, shi stands roughly 5'10" tall, leaving hir just a hair below "average" size for such creatures. Upon hir head shi has a pair of ears that seem somewhere between equine and feline, with pale-blue flesh within. There's also a fin that runs from the top of hir head down to the small of hir back, showcasing a vibrant rainbow, with faintly iridescent quills to support it. Hir muzzle is roughly like that of an alligator; as shi yawns, you can see the same ice-blue shade that was contained within hir ears, as well as a lengthy, forked, snake-like tongue. Hir eyes show a rainbow of color, changing slightly with hir mood.

As you look down hir body, you notice that shi's completely nude; the herm seems to believe that hir scales are the only protection from the environment that shi needs. Hir overall build is rather slender, but there's a hint of hidden strength, not expressed, yet seeming just under the surface. Though hir scales are predominantly white, there's a glimmer of iridescence just along the edge of each one. Shi has a reasonably sized pair of breasts, providing another smooth curve to hir body without being excessively large or harming hir body's aerodynamics. Hir wings are tremendously large, their span easily double hir height, and sport the same rainbow coloration as hir fin. Shira also possesses a long, whip-like tail, as long as shi is tall, which slowly tapers into a blunted point; shi lacks a tail spade or any similar ornamentation.

Hir hands are mostly human-like, five-fingered, though hir talons have the appearance of small prisms as they refract light in a dazzling array of color. Similarly, hir feet have such talons, though they are four-toed, not entirely humanoid. Perhaps your gaze has awakened hir interest, because as you look back upward, you notice that the hermaphrodite is becoming aroused. Shi uses hir tail to reveal hir femslit, its bluish color matching nicely with hir scales. Hir humanoid maleness needs no help pushing free, the herm considerably larger than average, but not obscenely so. Shi doesn't have any external testicles, nor even any visible bulges where they might be; once again, it seems hir aerodynamics are of top priority.

When Shira clears hir throat, you realize that you've been looking for a bit longer than might be polite. Still, shi smiles, allowing you to make the next move.

Symphony of Words (or Symphony in English Major)

Close your eyes.
Listen to my voice.
Can you see it?
Even with your eyes closed, can you see the world I do?

The mountains towering in the distance, shrouded in a thin layer of mist?
The small creatures of the earth, scurrying through the evergreen forest in the valleys?
The brilliant evening sun, lazily drifting toward the horizon?

But there is more than mere sight here.

Listen to the birds conversing with one another in song.
Listen to the wind rustling its way through the trees.
Listen to the bubbling stream as has flowed since time immemorial.

Nor are there just the sounds of the flora and fauna.

Can you smell the pine trees, their scent carried by the breeze?
Can you feel the sun's warmth as it embraces you, its long lost friend?
Can you taste the raw magic in the air, the truest of natural beauty?

This is my gift, and my gift to you.
My gift is the power - the art - of the written word.
My vocabulary is my pallette and your imagination, my canvas.
I am not bound by the limitations of reality, nor even those of paint, sculpture, dance, or song.
I am, through my words, capable of traveling the universe, to any time and place.
And through these words, these simple combinations of letters, I can bring you along.

My work is a symphony not for the ears, but for the mind.
My work has the power to create and destroy, even for just a fleeting moment of imagination.
My work possesses a timeless ability to touch all of your senses, if you will allow it.
My work allows reality and fantasy to intermingle as one.

I am an author.

This is my art.

Dominance Through Submission

Having written an essay for Hoshi about my submission at his feet, I started thinking about just what I'm really submitting to. After all, it consists of only doing those things that I already enjoy doing. So who really has control? Here's my take on the subject.

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In my experience within the fandom, I've found that I much prefer taking a submissive role. As my recent essay for Hoshi suggests, I can quite get into such a position as well. But, perhaps paradoxically, one can be dominant in a submissive role. Ultimately, the "submissive" partner is the person who dictates what will or won't be done, decides the limits on those activity, and has the final word on when enough is enough.

When I am submitting to another fur, I already have a good idea of what I'm getting myself into. While I do have a rather open mind when it comes to things, I also wouldn't take a submissive role with another fur whose interests and mine didn't match. I do the things that a dominant partner orders not simply because it's their order, but also because I want to do those things. I want to be forced into doing those things that I like doing anyway. While the reasons for that are varied and complicated, it can be simply summed in one word: arousal. I – and, in my experience, most other submissives – are aroused by being "forced" into doing those activities that they would enjoy anyway. Likewise, when assuming a submissive position, there's nothing that will force me to do something that I truly do not want to do. In my case, there aren't that many things that I won't do, but nobody would ever talk me into doing them. While a dominant fur would always like to think that they are making the submissive do anything and everything, it's up to the sub to decide what won't happen.

Even with the activities that both the dom and sub can mutually enjoy, it's the submissive's decision to decide to what extent he will submit. For example, while I greatly enjoy being beneath a set of dirty paws, I don't like paws that are completely neglected and would refuse to submit under those conditions. Likewise, a crush fetishist that prefers being crushed with a single step may refuse to allow a dominant fur to crush them bit by bit and drawing out their brief desire into a lengthy ordeal. Another fur may prefer the extreme behavior – completely neglected paws or to be crushed one bone at a time – and refuse to submit to anything less than that. Every person will have their own unique limits, and a dominant has to respect those limits.

While all these things can and should be discussed in advance to prevent a conflict of interests, it still is up to the submissive, who has the ultimate power with one, simple word: no. Even in the most extreme scenario, of complete submission to another, the submissive always has the power to say no and simply stop things dead in their tracks. This is especially true online, where the sub can sign off if the dominant partner won't take "no" seriously; in real life it would require more careful planning, but the result is still the same. If a dominant's demands are unreasonable, or the dom won't respect the submissive's desires or limits, the sub can simply walk away.

Thus, in matters of dominance and submission, it's the seemingly submissive partner who ultimately dictates the manner of playing involved, the limits, and their end. In this way, one actually has dominance through submission.

At the Feet of a Bunny-God

Hoshi asked me to write an essay about "how much you love your god and his powerful paws...the stench and taste...how low and pitiful you are to them...how much you worship them." In a half-hour or so, this is what I came up with. I think I've covered just about everything he asked for. :)

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While I may be a dragon, I still am nothing compared to a macro and his mighty paws, especially such a beautiful and powerful being as Hoshi. I love the massive bunny and his feet for their power, even their potent musk and flavor; I am nothing to such paws and worship them freely.

Words seem truly inadequate to convey my desire to spend the rest of my days at the almighty feet of Hoshi. Even the merest twitch of his toes could be fatal; he has a god's power over life and death. I can think of no better way to die than beneath the feet of my god, who towers far into the sky above me; I am no more than a tiny bug at his feet. There is nothing about his feet that I don't love. Even the powerful stench of his sweaty paws after several days or the taste of the filth they acquire is a gift from heaven itself, and I always regard cleaning his dirty paws with my tongue as both an honor and a great pleasure.

I am a mere bug to such a powerful being; I am not worthy of the pleasure Hoshi allows me to experience at his feet. I don't even deserve the joy of being crushed under his paw, to give my life beneath the mighty pads that I long to worship. I'd enjoy nothing more than to spend every waking moment at Hoshi's feet, licking and rubbing them, giving them as much attention as I can possibly lavish upon them, though they deserve far more than I, a tiny, worthless creature could ever hope to give.

Even now, I long to be at – or under – the feet of my master, Hoshi. There is nothing that would make me happier than being allowed to be in his presence, undeserving of it as I am. Even when I sleep, I dream of being at his paws, covered in the toejam between them, half-smothered in their scent, unable to taste, feel, or see anything else. As a mere insect to such a god-like, perfect creature, it is entirely at his will that I may experience this; I long for that moment and never wish to leave the presence of his feet.

Urinal Fox

I know that the title for this thing is terrible, but I can't come up with a better one. A commission for someone who's requested to be left anonymous, and thus has been replaced by a generic fox, labeled X. Why a fox? Because nothing is more generically furry than a fox. :) Heavily focuses on watersports, so if you don't like that, don't read. Otherwise, enjoy.

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X woke up with a splitting headache and put a paw to the back of his head. "Damn, I knew I shouldn't have had that many drinks last night," he groaned, trying to shake off an unusually bad hangover. The fox actually hadn't indulged any more than usual, but something didn't taste right in the first drink he had. He shrugged off the strange flavor, a decision he now came to regret. "Where am I? I must have blacked out good if I can't remember that..."

He didn't get a response from anyone, though. It was unusually warm around him, perhaps too warm; even though he wore nothing but a pair of tight jeans that made his crotch bulge obvious – he loved wearing them to the club he went to every night – he was uncomfortably hot. It was completely dark as well, and while he fumbled for a light switch, all he felt around him was thick ... fur? "I must still be out of it if that's how the carpet feels," the fox grumbled, trying to shake his senses back into line. He thought back to last night and tried to remember just what he did that had left him in such a state.

He had told his boyfriend, Alex, that he was going to the club to hang out with a few friends from work. Alex was a rather short mouseboi – a title Alex had chosen for himself – but the the 4'7" mouse still loved every inch of X's body. The white-furred rodent wore a silver neck chain and two silver hoop earrings in each ear, and always seemed to wear as little clothing as he could get away with. Alex had proven to be quite a size-queen as well, and the bulge in X jeans became even more prominent as he thought about what the two had done back when they first got together. Unfortunately, the raging fires of passion had been all but extinguished, and X had to seek new ways of satisfying his sexual hunger.

Last night a the club, he'd found several cute twinks to toy with, but one in particular had caught his attention. Perhaps it was just because he was such an unusual creature, but an albino salamander certainly stroked the fox's interest. The two hit it off perfectly, and within an hour they'd both decided they wanted to do a lot more than just talk. They went into one of the oversized stalls in the club's bathroom to enjoy one another's company. It was no secret what happened in there, but the club's owners just turned a blind eye to it. Besides, it was good for business to allow people to do what they wanted as long as it didn't get completely out of hand.

His memory after going into the bathroom became fuzzy... he didn't even remember coming home. He remembered kneeling down before the salamander and unzipping his pants, carefully pulling out the long, slender shaft within. Despite his best efforts, he just gave himself a headache trying to remember what happened next. "What the hell happened last night?" X asked himself, "Did that guy slip something in my drink? I don't think I even got his name..."

As he was trying to remember, he realized that things were moving around him. It felt vaguely like he was on a boat, with things swaying steadily back and forth in the waves. He could sense other movement beneath him; was that the water? But he reached down even further and felt only more fur. He tried reaching up, to see if he could find something to pull himself upward with, but he blinked in surprise as he found a ceiling of more fur. The fox sniffed curiously and noticed a strong male scent as well, not unlike a pair of his underwear after being worn for a couple days.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" X shouted, becoming somewhat nervous. Now he was certain that somebody had slipped him something last night and that it was still messing with him, but he'd never heard of something that could cause such strange sensations. Silence was the only response his shouts received, and the movement continued in the same steady rhythm as before. Left, right Left, right. The combination of movement and silence was unnerving, and the fox puzzled over it for quite some time before being blinded by a sudden light from above. He then felt two warm walls squeeze around him and nearly blacked out as he was yanked upward, moving what seemed like a hundred feet in a couple seconds.

"So, you actually thought you could get away with cheating on me," a familiar voice said. The voice echoed around X and stirred him back to his senses. He was looking down as his eyes adjusted to the light, and when his vision cleared, he had to blink again to make sure he was seeing things clearly. Dozens of feet beneath him was a larger than life version of his boyfriend's fuzzy sheath, complete with Alex's favorite form-fitting leather pants being held open by a finger. "Heh, do you have any idea how fucking miserable it is to sit alone at the house while you go off and try to screw every last guy in the city?" X finally recognized the voice rumbling around him, echoing distantly... it was Alex. The fox looked around for his lover, but only could look at a white, furry wall in front of him and the two pink walls at his sides that held him above the super-sized genitals below. He then realized that must have been between the sheath and body of that giant creature, getting shifted back and forth as the beast walked. But what could possibly be so large?

"A... Alex?" X gulped, looking around nervously, "Where are you?"

"Right above you, you little shit," Alex snarled. X finally looked up and yelped in surprise as he saw his mouseboi's face above him, also giant sized. "Surprised, are you?" Alex continued, "Well, I followed you to the club last night and saw you flirting with everybody that had a dick and a pulse, so I thought I'd teach you a lesson. You're as small as you make me feel now. How does it feel to be so worthlessly small? So helpless?" The mouse grinned darkly and squeezed the tiny vulpine between his fingers, making X squirm in pain. "Does that terrify you? Just one little squeeze and you'll be a stain on my fingers. Nobody will ever know what happened to you. Nobody would ever find your remains. Nobody would care. Just like you never care about me."

"Please, stop!" X screamed, wincing as his ribs strained under the pressure of those two fingers. He knew full well that his boyfriend had a sadistic streak and wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone for pleasure, but he didn't think Alex would kill someone for a thrill... until now. "Just let me go and put me back to normal and I'll never go out at night again! Please!" His voice started to break as he realized just how little he could do to save himself. He really was one squeeze away from being a forgettable stain on the mouseboi's fingers, washed off and simply forgotten.

"Oh, I'll let you go..." Alex said coldly, starting to walk again. "Do you know where we are? I'm at your favorite club again. In the men's room. The bartender let me in early since I said I was looking for a wallet I lost last night, but it's just half an hour until the doors open. And since it's Saturday night this place won't close until 3AM, ten long hours away. I'm going to go out there and have a good time, but you're going to be punished for being such a damn slut. Don't worry though; you're going to see a lot of dick tonight. I wouldn't dare deprive you of that..."

The mouse had stopped walking, and though X tried to see what was around him the mouse's fingers were close enough to his body that he couldn't see what was behind him. "Grab on, you whore," Alex commanded, roughly pressing the fox to the pink tip of his penis. X realized in shock that his boyfriend was getting an erection from this and clung tightly to the warm flesh, terrified both by dropping to the floor and of displeasing the giant mouseboi. As Alex lowered his pants, the vulpine found himself looking into a cockslit that was nearly as tall as his entire body, and shuddered as the tip flared open before him, soon followed by a rush of fluid.

With a single thought and a sort squeak of contentment, the mouse started to piss onto his tiny boyfriend. The stream had all the force of a raging waterfall, and X couldn't possibly hold on. He was so small that the impact of his body against the urinal didn't even stun him; he was too small for that violent collision to injure him. The fox started to slide down the slick, white surface, and Alex continued to aim right for his brown-furred form, the urine hitting his body with increasing force as gravity made the already strong flow into a battering pressure that stole the fox's breath. X steadily slid down the ceramic and soon found himself at the very bottom of the crotch-high urinal. The pressure of Alex's hot, golden stream was so great that some of the urine forced into his muzzle, making him drink the bitter fluid drop by muzzle-filling drop, even as he tried to spit it out in disgust. It was so forceful that X was afraid of being crushed, if the volume of fluid forcing into his muzzle didn't drown or choke him first. The fox felt like he was being inundated with hundreds of thousands of gallons of piss, even though it was really just a few ounces. After several long moments, the flow slowly subsided, and Alex flicked the last few drops right at the minuscule vulpine in the urinal.

"You're going to stay there all night hon," Alex said simply. As he spoke, he kept a mischievous but serious tone to his voice, "I'll come back for you at last call. Do me a favor and try not to drown, hmm? I'd be so upset if you happened to die like the worthless little bug you are..." As the mouseboi spoke, though, X was too busy staring at the towering form before him. He was used to Alex being chest-high; now the mouse towered hundreds of feet above his shrunken form. The rodent's cock itself was a frightening beast in its own right. It seemed a hundred feet long and pointed right at him as the mouse let a final spurt out, further tormenting the fox. Though it was only an average-sized cock, it still looked large on the mouse, especially from X's perspective. It was perfectly smooth, and still slick with natural wetness from his sheath, causing it to glisten under the fluorescent lights. Above, the mouse was wearing a leather vest, which was small enough to leave nothing to the imagination; the mouse just loved the feel of leather against his fur. X knew that – if Alex was going to spend the night in the club – he'd surely have a few guys hitting on him.

"See you tonight!" Alex taunted as he pulled his pants back up and walked out, leaving X in the urinal. The shrunken fox started to protest, but then realized he wouldn't be heard even if he was screaming to the mouse and decided to save his breath. If his boyfriend was serious, then X was going to need every bit of energy he could conserve. He only watched helplessly as the mouseboi walked away, leather pants tightly gripping the curves of his ass, showing off every bit of his shapely form. There was only one working urinal in the club, which was a little high for someone short as Alex, but rather low for most other furs. X's body blended in fairly well with the porcelain; since he had been stained urine-colored already, he knew it would be nearly impossible for anyone to see him down here. There was a plastic holder for a urinal cake that had been inverted for some reason, though the chemicals were long gone; it was little more than a basket for the fox to lie in. He tried climbing up the edges, but even after climbing out of the holder, the porcelain walls were too high and slick for him to escape. Going down wasn't an option either, as the mere thought of ending up in the sewers made the fox squirm; that would be even worse than simply spending a night as a public urinal. He shivered as the evaporating urine cooled his body and huddled against the back of the urinal, trying to keep himself warm. He was alone in the bathroom, with only the cheap plastic holding him above the yellowish pool of water beneath him.

X dozed off, but he was awakened by the bathroom door slamming closed as someone walked in. It was a rather young tiger whose hips and tail swayed when he walked even though there was no audience. At least the bright-orange tiger couldn't have thought there was an audience; X was impossibly small to see. The tiny fox stared, for a moment forgetting about the danger of being so small in the presence of someone so large. He watched as the tiger walked closer, then stopped just in front of the urinal, revealing a small bulge in his pants, perhaps from being teased by another club member. Then the tiger unzipped, large claws working the zipper, the sound echoing off the commode and resonating in X's mind. With his right paw, he pulled out a thick, black, feline penis. He was rather on the short side, but the girth alone made it look impressive, especially as the veins pulsed and throbbed along the half-hard member. From X's tiny viewpoint, the tiger's shaft seemed threateningly large overhead as it pointed down, its cockslit alone as large as the minuscule fox below. The vulpine could only stare at the blimp-sized tiger dick above him as its musky scent wafted toward him, making a bulge in X's jeans once more.

Then, without even looking downward, the tiger released, shattering X's fantasies.

The rush of fluid was brutal, knocking the air from X's lungs and trapping him against the plastic holder again. The plastic dug into the fox's back as he was pinned against the plastic, unable to even deflect the force of the urine as the golden flow covered his entire body. He had to close his eyes tightly – the urine burned if he didn't – and thus couldn't even see what was going on above him. He could only wait for it to pass, even as the fluid stung his fur and flesh; X felt like he was being burned alive. Finally, the stream of urine slowed, then stopped completely. It was quickly followed by a low, trickling sound as the feline flushed the toilet. The stinging tiger piss was replaced with clear, fresh water, and X quickly rinsed his fur out as much as he could. He still smelled strongly, but it wasn't overpoweringly offensive to his tiny nose now. Even as he washed off, he watched the tiger flick his shaft above him, flinging the last few drops into the urinal. X was still drawn to the cock above him, wishing he could do more than just stare, but helpless to do anything at all.

The night continued in much the same way, with furs coming in to simply do their business, completely ignoring the tiny fox that was in the bottom of the urinal. Other foxes, canines, felines, horses, dragons, and other exotic species came and left without ever knowing the tiny fox was down there. A few furs did notice him but dismissed him as a mere bug; some even deliberately aimed for him and nearly drowned him simply by urinating. The first few hours passed quickly, as the club was usually quiet early in the evening, but X knew that wouldn't hold out for the rest of the night. He had plenty of time to think about the rather twisted 'justice' Alex was giving him: since Alex was pissed off, X was getting pissed on.

Four hours into X's ordeal, the little fox was whimpering every time a new fur came in. He knew he was going to be hit with a rush of hot, acidic fluid that burned his fur, then swished around with a rush of cold water that left him shivering until the next fur used the urinal. So when a black-haired Clydesdale walked in stood before the toilet, X was screaming and begging for mercy, even though the horse couldn't possibly hear the tiny squeaks coming from below. Normally X would have been thrilled to see someone as well endowed as this horse, but in his current situation the thought was terrifying. There was a bulge in the horse's pants that went down his pants leg nearly to his knee, and yet it suggested the Clydesdale was still soft, and exceptionally well endowed! The thick, heavy shaft was a struggle to pull out of the pants, but the horse undid both the button and zipper of his pants, letting them sag on his hips as he fished out his maleness. The smell of equine musk assaulted X's nostrils, even overpowering the smell of urine that clung to his dark brown fur. It was nearly impossible for the equine to lift it up and aim into the toilet without touching the cold ceramic, and the head came dangerously close to just smacking X as it blocked out all light above the vulpine. The micro could only see the silhouette of the penis above him as its head flared out even wider, the giant releasing a torrent directly onto X, who desperately tried to raise his paws to fend off the stinging flow that battered him roughly against the plastic.

X's efforts to protect himself completely in vain as he just was slammed violently down by the horse's jet of pee. It was like being caught directly in the flow of a waterfall and X was completely pinned, spread eagle, exposing his entire body to the harsh, bitter fluid. The potent scent bit at the fox's nose when he could get a breath; the powerful stream kept his nose shut most of the time. X was certain that his bones were going to snap under the pressure, but it was only enough to be painful and he suffered no injuries to anything but his pride. It slowed, then stopped completely, leaving the fox floating in a deep pool of urine before long; the Clydesdale had pissed enough that X was actually buoyant in the remaining fluid, as it rose above the level of the holder. For a moment X thought he might get free, but the fluid was slowly draining and X realized that if he did get out of the toilet, he'd just be a bug on the floor, if he survived the fall in the first place.

Unlike previous visitors, though, there wasn't that cool rush of clean water for X to wash himself off with. X slowly looked upward, only to find the equine pressing the toilet's manual flush button to no effect. "Heh, damn thing's busted," the horse said, his deep voice echoing down to the tiny fox. It didn't take long for the fox to realize what that meant; he'd be floating and soaking in piss the rest of the night. The fox whined and begged for rescue as the horse turned and walked away, completely oblivious to the vulpine's fate. Though the scent of urine became somewhat less powerful when the fluid cooled, it still made X's fur tingle as the acids nipped at him. It wasn't painful, but it certainly kept his attention and kept him from being at all comfortable, as well as kept him wide awake.

More time passed. The next furs that X could remember specifically were a pair of dragons, one red and one blue. X gulped as he saw the size of their sheaths bulging; both of them were large enough to challenge that Clydesdale's endowments. The red one walked up first, and the fox gawked at the towering, scaled beast whose head nearly touched the ceiling. He looked as much like a raptor as a dragon, X noted, even as he looked back down at the bulge in front of him. The dracoraptor was wearing knee-length shorts, and X could just see the end of his sheath peeking out the bottom of the thinly-stretched khaki. When the red undid his pants, he had to hold them up by his tail to keep them from falling to the floor; they were a size larger just to accommodate the prodigious dragonhood they normally held. The sheath swelled lightly as the red dragon pulled out not one, but four black-and-red cocks. Each one of them was nearly as long as the horse's, but the dragon's were thicker still than the equine's. Each one was shaped slightly differently – one looked vaguely canine, another cetacean, the third humanoid, and the last distinctly reptilian – but each one was impressive in its own right. It took both paws for the reptile to grab the four cocks and aim into the urinal, blocking out all the light above the small fox once again. Only now did the fox notice the musk of the male towering before him, somehow more vibrant than the any other creature that had come in tonight, as if the sexual scents of several species had combined.

Red dragons are fire dragons, and X received a harsh reminder of that as he was urinated upon. The fluid was hot enough to burn, but no matter how loud X screamed his voice was drowned out by the rushing stream into the toilet, if his screams weren't silenced by a blast of liquid right into his mouth. On a few occasions the fox was forced under the surface by the flow, but that was a welcome change; the liquid already pooled in the toilet was cool enough to soothe his skin. The fox was little more than a passenger as he was forced around by the raging torrent that crashed down atop him. Then, just as quickly as it stated, the dragon-raptor finished his business and tucked everything back into his sheath, letting the blue dragon walk up.

As the sky-blue beast walked up, X noticed that there was no bulge at all inside the dragon's black slacks. A webbed hand reached down and undid the zipper, then further inside to pull a decidedly modest, ridged penis out of the the dragon's maleslit. It was a darker shade of blue than the rest of his body, and tapered down to a pointed tip, almost like a cetacean's length. He pointed into the toilet, not leaning in as close, which gave X a clear view up and into the cockslit as it aimed right for him. The blue was nervous about being in front of another dragon while he peed, and it took a few moments for him to relax enough even to use urinate. While the red dragon was a fire elemental, the blue dragon was ice, as X quickly discovered; the first drops of urine were like buckets of ice water hitting the tiny fox. That was soon followed by a steady stream of ice-cold fluid, squarely hitting X and forcing him under the surface. While it was a welcome relief from the heat of the red dracoraptor's piss, the cold was making the fox's muscles tense up; he had to swim out of the flow to avoid drowning due to his body freezing up on him. He swam toward the front of the urinal, directly under the blue dragon dick above him, giving him a clear view of the urethral ridge and veins lining the underside of the blue's length. Though X had to paddle slowly to avoid being drawn back, he still stared upward, able to see every twitch of muscle in the dragon's groin, but the tiny being was unable to touch him, only allowed to watch. X whined, wishing he could join the two dragons, but he was merely a speck in the toilet that they'd never notice, as the blue shook his length and pulled his pants back up, leaving X shivering to try warm himself again.

Shortly after the blue dragon finished, the two mythical beasts stepped into one of the bathroom stalls. While X couldn't see what was happening, he clearly heard every sound of it, amplified by the size of the dragons relative to his tiny form. Everything from the heavy breathing to the sounds of flesh and scale grinding together, from the growls and grunts of pleasure, to the occasional splash of pre against the tiled floor seemed ten times louder than it should. Normally the vulpine would have loved to be a voyeur, but not when he was floating in a stinking pool of urine and struggling just to keep himself afloat. He was getting tired, and the fluid was now high enough that he couldn't use the plastic cover within the toilet as a support, forcing him to continually paddle to keep his head above the surface..

While the two dragons played with one another, another creature came in. X couldn't even tell what it was at first as the black creature walked in, but then the fox noticed the white underbelly and tailflukes behind the orca, making its species obvious. The cetacean made his way in, wearing a skin-tight wetsuit on his lower body, which only just concealed the bulge within. The orca let out a grunt as he lowered those pants, which slowly revealed a bulge in his maleslit, held in painfully. Once free of the pants, the orca let out his shaft, which slithered free as he quickly hardened. For a moment, the scent of cetacean arousal overwhelmed even the stench of urine as the orca moved closer to the urinal. The black and white beast blocked out everything else with his body; X could only see the glistening pink cock above him and the orca's perfectly smooth body towering beyond.

The orca reached a paw toward his cock, clearly erect, and aimed it into the urinal. X covered his face, expecting to be soaked again, but instead heard the distinctive fapping sound of someone masturbating. He soon was soaked by a drop of thick orcan precum, not urine, as a thick drop of the fluid splashed over X's fur. X blinked his eyes open slowly to avoid getting pre into them as he looked upward. The glistening shaft throbbed and jerked above X's tiny form as the cetacean pawed himself, panting loudly. Drops of pre splashed all around X, but he wasn't hit directly with another one even though the splashing drops caused urine to wash over his body again.

As the orca swiftly approached climax, more pre splashed over the shrunken fox as the giant pawed himself more roughly. X watched the tip swelling, the paw gripping tighter around the flesh, the orca's voice growing louder and rougher. The cetacean gripped himself tightly and squealed when he climaxed, thick seed firing directly into the urinal. The first of this hit X directly, forcing him down to the bottom of the fluid. The accumulation of warm urine washed off most of the orca's heavy seed, though some still clung to X's fur, leaving him heavy with cum. By the time X surfaced, the orca's orgasm had subsided and he was squeezing out the last couple of drops of seed with his paw. While the orca finished, a dolphin walked in and smirked at his companion. The dolphin was wearing nothing but a loincloth to cover his maleslit, and gold loops dangled from his pierced nipples. The grey-skinned dolphin was somewhat smaller than his black-and-white friend, but still an imposing presence as he walked closer too the orca. "You finished without me? Goodness, aren't you the eager one.." the dolphin teased as he walked over, gripping the orca's spent shaft. "What about my turn?"

Churring softly, the dolphin pushed the the orca out of the way and stood right in front of the urinal. With one paw he pushed the loincloth out of the way, there was nothing between X and the dolphin's maleslit. The orca stood behind the dolphin and reached down, pushing his black paws up against the grey slit to reveal the pink maleflesh within. The dolphin's length was mode slender than the orca's but soon proved to be longer, sliding out quickly with his friend's attention. X watched the cock slide out, further and further, until it resembled a ten-story building in size and girth. The scent of cetacean arousal was strong, with the two males standing above him. It seemed somewhat salty, like a mix of musk with seawater, and yet the fox couldn't help but enjoy the scent. He was being treated to a larger than life sex show, as the orca's paw moved a hundred feet up and down the dolphin's shaft, sliding on a thick layer of natural lubricants.

While watching the two cetaceans above him, the fox in the toilet became rather aroused himself. The scent of two males overpowered even the smell of urine around him; the only thing he could smell or see were the dolphin and orca above him. X reached down and started to paw at himself, his hand moving in time with the orca's as he witnessed the sex show. It was the ultimate in voyeurism; he was too small to even be noticed as he watched the two males. Though X pawed himself quickly and was nearing a much-needed orgasm, the dolphin came first, less than a minute after the two had started their game. The orca aimed directly down and X once again found himself pushed down by a torrent of cetacean semen. He was pushed down into the urine again, and started to cough and sputter, completely killing his erection; X found nothing arousing about being near-drowned in a lake of urine. By the time he surfaced, the dolphin's cock had nearly receded into its slit and the loincloth covered it up once again. X could take one last look at the cock, as there was still a tent in the cloth, but even that last peek was soon gone. The fox whimpered as the two athletic, aquatic creatures left, tails swishing in unison. Every movement accented the muscles in their tails, and the fox only dreamed of getting a piece of that.

The next person to walk through the door was Alex and X's heart leaped with hope. Was he finally going to be rescued? Had his boyfriend finally realized that this cruel game was pointlessly sadistic? But Alex had someone with him – a brown-furred rat – and the two walked into the stall nearest the urinal while completely ignoring the fox. X was devastated as he heard the two getting into one another's clothes, as there was nothing else for him to focus on except the sounds of his boyfriend doing the very thing that he so despised. The vulpine was convinced Alex was doing this just to get back at him, but it still made him feel ill inside and disgusted him even more than the golden lake he was floating in.

Even though more furs came and went, X was too preoccupied thinking about what his boyfriend was doing behind the nearby partition to even notice that he was getting showered in urine again and again, except for the occasions where he had to swim back to the surface. Why was Alex doing this to him? This was a twisted joke no matter how X tried to frame it; his boyfriend was fucking around even after punishing him for doing the same. His thoughts were interrupted as the stall opened and Alex walked back out, his rodent-friend in tow. As they walked out, Alex blew a kiss in X's direction and gave a sadistic smirk, acknowledging the fox only enough to make X's heart sink even further. Alex hadn't forgotten; he just didn't care.

Throughout the rest of the night, X was left with his thoughts, the occasional hot shower of urine, and little else. Even though dozens of furs filed in and out, only occasionally acknowledging the fox by pissing directly onto him, X barely noticed. He was already broken just by seeing his boyfriend violate his trust and only wished the night would be over soon. For once, though, he got his wish, as Alex came back for him about an hour later. The mouse just smirked down at him, shaking his head, "You're a damn mess, you know that?" Alex sneered, his words slurred by a few drinks, "You should be thankful that I'm even taking you home again after all the shit you've done."

Without the energy to reply or the desire to do anything except leave this stinking hell, X simply silently accepted the verbal abuse. Alex grimaced as he reached in to pull out the urine-soaked fox, then walked swiftly to the sink to rinse off the shrunken fur. X nearly vomited from the sudden movements but he was able to keep his digestive system under control; he feared what Alex would do if he did lose his lunch. When the mouseboi turned on the faucet, the cold water was like a gift from heaven to X, the first fresh water he'd felt against his fur in hours. While he was being washed, the vulpine drank what water he could, flushing out the vile taste of the urine from the hundred males that had urinated upon him over the course of the evening.

As soon as Alex was satisfied that his tiny boyfriend was clean, he cut the water and pulled his pants open once again, giving X that same view of the oversized mouse genitals that were contained within. This time, the mouse was more deliberate in his positioning of the diminutive fox, sliding him feet first directly into his sheath, nestling him against the smooth, slippery cockhead within. The rodent's musk was overpowering and far more pleasant than the scent of urine that assaulted X's senses earlier in the night. Once Alex started walking, the warmth and steady movements lulled X to sleep once again, the vulpine having exhausted himself just by staying afloat in the toilet. He fell unconscious and snuggled firmly to his boyfriend's crotch, where he would spend the remainder of the night.

Random Raptor Vore

Since I've been in a vore mood all week and someone found this page by searching for raptor vore stories, I figured I'd indulge myself and the almighty anonymous at the same time by writing this. Just a warning, this contains graphic digestion. Otherwise, enjoy one raptor eating another. Short, quick, and no plot, so shut up and fap. :)

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They met at a clearing in the woods. Zed grinned toothily at Ahastar, the two raptors standing about ten feet from one another. Zed had his pouch on his waist and dagger in hand, the green-scaled thief prepared to defend his day's loot from the half-demon before him. Ahastar's nude form exposed his white scales and red belly, but the hybrid had claws extended, ready to lash at the criminal blocking his way. The demon lunged first as he leaped into the air with lightning speed and knocked Zed to the ground, ripping the dagger from the raptor's hand. Gems and other valuables loudly clattered together from the impact, while Zed looked up in alarm at the demon-raptor pinning him to the ground.

Now it was Ahastar's turn to grin, his teeth bared as he hissed at the green-scaled beast beneath him. Saliva dripped hotly onto Zed's face as he looked up into the aggressor's maw. Though the raptor tried to squirm free, the weight of Ahastar's body was enough to hold him to the ground. Ahastar held Zed's left paw tightly, but that still allowed Zed's right hand to reach slowly toward his bag. Zed knew that he'd have only one chance to grab something and only hoped it hadn't broken when he was thrown to the ground. The demon was too busy grinning and savoring the raptor's fear to notice as Zed's paw wrapped around a cold, glass object and carefully lifted it free. It was intact, Zed noted, grinning softly as well. Ahastar took that grin to be a peaceful surrender to death and lunged forward, his teeth ready to dig into Zed's neck.

In a flash, Zed pulled a flask forward and pressed it right against Ahastar's muzzle.

With a stunned screech, Ahastar bit into the glass, shattering the bottle's neck. The demon's surprise allowed Zed to roll over and push Ahastar to the ground, allowing the flask's contents – a cold, bitter, blue fluid – to roll directly into the demon's throat. Most of the glass bounced harmlessly against their scales, but some shards embedded themselves in Ahastar's mouth, making the demon try to cough them free. But Zed firmly clamped the demon's muzzle shut with both paws, forcing him to swallow the fluid even as the glass tore against his throat.

The demon felt oddly weak as he tried to get the raptor off him after he swallowed, but the weight seemed to be more than he could move now. Indeed, the raptor seemed larger upon him, his scales thicker, his teeth increasingly threatening. Growling and making one last desperate effort, Ahastar tried to buck his entire body against Zed, but the green raptor just smiled coolly as the demon only exhausted himself trying to push out from under his chest. Zed stood up after Ahastar was too tired to move, but instead of merely standing a few feet higher, he seemed to tower hundreds of feet into the sky! Ahastar shook his muzzle to try and clear his vision, but then he noticed other things around him: the grass that he'd ignored earlier came up to his chest, flowers loomed over him like trees, and pebbles that have otherwise gone completely unnoticed were now large enough for him to curl up on to sun himself.

Seeing the changes around him, Ahastar could think of exactly one thing to do: run and pray that his tiny size would keep Zed from following him. But his white scales stood out clearly against the brown dirt and vibrant green grass, and all Zed had to do was lean down and set his paw in front of Ahastar, as Zed's green scales blended in well with the grass. Ahastar ran into the paw without even seeing it, and Zed clenched his fist tightly around the half-breed, causing another nervous screech to come from the shrunken creature. There were no words exchanged; the raptor just lifted the tiny being to his muzzle and grinned again, flashing his teeth dangerously. Each of those razor-sharp teeth was larger than the hybrid's entire body, and Ahastar could already imagine their sharp points piercing between his scales, tearing into his flesh, ripping his muscles and bones apart violently.

Instead, Zed threw Ahastar into his mouth like a mere piece of candy, letting the shrunken scalie land upon his thick tongue. The atmosphere was already warm and humid, but became significantly moreso after Zed closed his muzzle. Though the half-demon was used to the heat of hell, the thick air within a raptor's muzzle was uncomfortable, hot enough to sap his energy and make him feel weaker still. In frustration, Ahastar tried to dig his claws into the tongue, but as soon as he heard the deafening roar from the raptor he realized he'd made a mistake. Only a few drops of blood dripped from the wounds, but the raptor could taste it and felt he needed to punish the demon. Not by chewing him – no, that would be a quick death – but by something even more painful, something that would last for much longer. Zed grinned to himself as he came up with a perfect idea and slid Ahastar toward his throat, feeling the saliva-slick miniraptor slip backward.

Once the half-breed was at the very back of his muzzle, Zed opened his muzzle, and gave Ahastar a look directly down the raptor's throat. It was a glistening, pink tube that quickly faded into darkness, even though Ahastar knew exactly where that tunnel led. The smell of the predator's stomach wafted up, which stung the half-demon's nostrils and made him recoil in fear. He turned around and looked forward, out of the raptor's snout, to look out at the world again. The view of the trees was still framed by teeth, tongue, and muzzle, those pink surfaces shimmering as if covered in gems. The demon tried to climb forward, but Zed simply tilted his muzzle back further, which caused Ahastar to slide back against the throat. Several moments later, the green raptor chuckled coldly, closed his muzzle again, and swallowed the tiny creature whole. The sound reverberated around Ahastar as he was pulled into the raptor's tight throat, the muscles immediately gripping him with crushing intensity.*

Ahastar desperately tried to climb free, digging his claws into the rippling flesh around him, but Zed only swallowed again and the wave of muscle crushed his hands flat. The demon roared as his his once-deadly paws were rendered completely useless as they dangled from his wrists, all the bones shattered, blood dripping from a few cracks in the skin. The throat continued to give the hell-beast a tight grip, such that his chest and ribs nearly collapsed with each peristaltic movement, each squeeze forcing air from Ahastar's lungs. Under the increasing pressure, the demon could just barely breathe, and the stench of Zed's stomach grew stronger with every breath he took. The rhythmic thud of Zed's heartbeat and steady churning of his stomach were all that Ahastar could hear as he slid down the slimy throat, natural lubrication clinging to his scales.

It was several minutes before the demon descended into the final circle of hell within Zed's body: the stomach. The sphincter opened up steadily around Ahastar's tail, and though he made a last, desperate attempt to jump free and cling to something, he was rudely forced through and feel free for several moments before landing with a splash in the raptor's stomach acids. The demon hissed in pain as the digestive goo splashed against his scales, coating him in the deadly fluid. Some of it splashed right into his muzzle as he cried out in pain, swiftly dissolving his soft tongue and leaving him no way to speak at all. It flowed into his cloaca and tailhole as well, starting to burn him from the inside out. The fluid also seeped between his scales, starting to burn them away at the root, causing them to fall away from his body. The stomach's steady churning washed fluid over Ahastar's snout again and again, covering his face, burning his eyes, singing his nostrils, and causing his once-proud red feathers atop his head to fall away in ruin.

There was no light within the large, green raptor's body, but Ahastar didn't need to see his body being digested, not that he could once the acids burned his eyes out of their sockets and left him permanently blind. In another few moments, the demon-raptor's olfactory nerves were also destroyed, mercifully taking away his ability to smell the acids around him. But the rest of his body could still feel and the burning and stinging grew continually stronger as his flesh started to burn away from his muscles. The fluid splashed down his nose and into his lungs, slowly stripping away the demon's ability to breathe. Across his entire body, pain receptors peaked, then burnt out entirely as they were dissolved, the wave of pain steadily moving up Ahastar's body, then fading away entirely. Blood soon started to leak through his flesh, his very life energy draining into the predator's stomach. Ahastar continued to struggle, but without his senses functioning and his muscles starting to burn away, his movements became weak, erratic, and rigid. It was still enough movement to create an air bubble, causing Zed to belch loudly, the sound echoing loudly around the half-digested creature. It was the last sound Ahastar heard as the acids burned through his eardrums, leaking through the gap into his brain.

Soon, the acids burned through to Ahastar's heart and dissolved it, leaving no blood flowing through the raptor's body. That was finally enough to bring his life to an end. Zed's body continued to digest the afternoon snack, gaining a few calories and minerals from the once-sentient creature. By now, Zed had completely forgotten about the attack; his only memory of Ahastar was just a pleasant feeling of warmth in his stomach as he went on his way.

Nanoraptor crush (art by Ahastar)

Ahastar really should know better than to piss off a dragon who can control the size of those around hir. But, alas, the raptor found himself shrunk to the size of dust and crushed beneath the paws of a two-inch-tall dragon...