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

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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...

Doctor's Visit

Commission for Startide. Contains a lot of things I normally don't write about, but he loved it. :)

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"The doctor will see you now," the receptionist announced, "Please go to the third building on the left." Startide groaned as he stood up and walked across the lot, into a converted warehouse. There was only one macro-friendly doctor's office in town, and while the anthropomorphic orca hated doctors, he'd had a stomachache for almost three weeks that just wouldn't go away. Thankfully, this facility specialized in alternative medicine as well and he'd requested such treatment; traditional medicine scared him. The hundred-foot-tall cetacean opened the creaking, metal warehouse door and stepped inside the building, closing the door behind him.

Inside the examination room, things were simple, but clean. The fixtures were all macro-scale, presumably to allow the equally-giant doctors to easily treat patients. A sink was along one wall with two large wooden cabinets next to it, one on each side, the glass doors showing the various medical supplies within. There weren't any of the traditional medical charts on the walls; posters weren't practical in that size, so the walls were just left as bare, corrugated metal. For an examination table, an old flatbed trailer had been covered in a cushioned tarp; while it wasn't enough to hold the orca's entire body, it still came closer than most things. He lied down on the "table" and looked up at the ceiling, glancing through the skylights to watch the clouds. There was a mirror near the table that allowed him to look at his reflection, in which he saw his rubbery skin, his flesh black except for his white underbelly, and the long, fluked tail that he draped off beside him.

While he waited for the doctor, Startide tried to figure out what sort of treatment he would need. He'd heard of the various herbal treatments that could be used to treat stomach ailments, although he doubted they could provide enough herbs to treat someone large as he was; it would take an entire garden to cause even the slightest effect. He thought about acupuncture, and cringed at the idea; the orca was not fond of needles, no matter how they were being used. That concern made him increasingly nervous, but he was snapped out of his thoughts by a soft, alto voice saying, "Thanks for coming in, Mr. Startide. My name is Shira, and I'll be helping you today. What seems to be the trouble?"

Startide looked around for the doctor, but he didn't see anyone else in the room. He was certainly expecting something out of the ordinary when he came here, but he wasn't expecting the doctor to fly in through a peephole in the door. It took him a few moments to realize that the small dragon flying toward him was the doctor he'd come to see, and he stared in disbelief. The dragoness was barely six inches tall, if that, and hir iridescent scales made it impossible to miss hir presence. The sunlight gleaming in made hir scales shimmer with color, even as tiny as shi was. Shi had a fin atop hir head, which matched hir rainbow-colored wings perfectly. Shi was carrying his medical chart by rolling it up and holding it in hir long tail; the paper was larger than hir body. Shi was also stark naked, revealing every one of hir scales to the orca's prying eyes, and the tiny doctor was far from modest about hir body. Startide shook off his shock and stuttered, "I'm sorry for staring. I just wasn't expecting... this."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Shira chirped, smiling at hir patient, "It happens all the time, even with repeat visitors. Anyway, what brings you here to my office?"

Startide tried to remain serious even though he didn't understand how such a small dragon could possibly help. "I've had a stomachache for the last three weeks," he explained, putting a hand on his stomach and groaning in pain, "It's really bad after I eat and when I'm trying to get to sleep."

"Alright, I think I can help with that," Shira said confidently. "Before we get started, if you think you even might need to use the bathroom in the next two hours please use it now, particularly if you feel you'll have a bowel movement. I wouldn't want to encounter any difficulties or interruptions while trying to examine you." The orca nodded and stepped out of the examination room to the bathroom in the next building. He was surprised to find that the fixtures in the bathroom were appropriate size as well; it was usually impossible to find civilized fixtures for someone large as he was. He took care of his needs and washed himself thoroughly afterwards to avoid soiling the facilities and to save him any potential embarrassment.

As Startide returned to the examination room, Shira was waiting on a window ledge, sunning hirself. "Are you ready to begin, Startide?" shi asked, "This will be completely painless, as long as you relax."

"Uh, yeah, I guess.." Startide responded hesitantly. He was having second thoughts about this visit, and Shira still hadn't described how shi was going to treat his problems.

"Alright. In that case, I want you to swallow me, like I'm a pill or your favorite candy," Shira calmly explained.

"What?" Startide exclaimed, shocked by the suggestion.

"Now, now, calm down," Shira said, stopping the cetacean before he became too agitated. "I've done this dozens of times before. I specialize in energy medicine and healing magic, but my abilities work best when I have physical contact with the injury that I'm attempting to repair. I'm just going to slide through your digestive system and repair anything I see that doesn't look or feel right. I won't be digested - my scales are far too tough for that - and I have more than enough energy to see within you. This is perfectly safe for both of us. I promise.

"Are you ready?" The doctor asked, waiting patiently for Startide's response. "If you're still willing to go through with this, then set me on your tongue so I can get a look around the inside of your mouth and adjust to the temperature of your body before I move deeper. If you're not, then just let me know and I'll let another doctor come in and assist you. I can understand your decision either way; it's entirely up to you." The dragoness then went quiet and allowed Startide to make his decision. Shi had already informed him of all the options, so it was solely the macro's decision. Several moments later, the orca picked up the dragoness between his right forefinger and thumb and held hir in front of his open mouth. He paused another moment before gently resting hir upon his tongue.

Shira went perfectly still as Startide moved hir into his open mouth, then took a rather long look around. Shi observed that his teeth were slightly yellowed and noticed a small cavity in one of his back teeth, but that was a dentist's specialty, not hirs. While shi could heal, shi couldn't rebuild something that needed to be completely replaced. Shira then looked up at the roof of the cetacean's maw, seeing the hard, pink palate arching above hir, ridged with the bones supporting it. Those ridges gave way to the soft palate and the uvula, which hung heavily above the entrance to the orca's throat. It was a smooth surface, glistening lightly with saliva, and perfectly healthy.

"Things look good in here!" Shira said. Hir voice seemed to resonate into the orca's mind, more felt than heard, though shi quickly explained what shi was doing. "I'll be telepathically speaking to you throughout the procedure," shi projected, "You'll know exactly what is going on and where I am at all times. I promise that I'll let you know immediately if I find anything that looks troublesome. Now, if you're ready, take a gulp and send me on down. Feel free to get a cup of water if that will make you more comfortable. I know you're nervous, but the sooner we can start this the sooner it will be over and you can go home, feeling better."

Startide was still hesitant, but this sounded a lot better than anything else that could possibly be done for him. He decided to get this over quickly and tilted his muzzle back, looking toward the ceiling and filling his muzzle with light. Shira tumbled toward the orca's throat and found hirself pressed against the firm muscles there. Those muscles remained tightly closed beneath the dragoness as the orca pressed his tongue to the roof of his maw, getting ready to swallow. Even after doing this procedure hundreds of times this part still made Shira nervous; shi had no idea what shi was getting into and couldn't get back out for hours. Shi had to hide that fear for hir patients, though; if shi showed any fear than the people shi was serving would become even more anxious, and part of hir job was to keep them calm as possible.

Hir thoughts were interrupted by the echoing sound of Startide's swallow. There was a brief moment of uncomfortable suction before Shira was pulled into the orca's throat, sliding into his esophagus. The smooth muscles gripped around hir tiny body, steadily working hir toward his stomach, where shi expected to need some time. Still, even on the way down shi started to look around to see if there were any telltale signs of damage from acid reflux or a similar condition. Shi hummed to hirself as shi created the light shi needed, letting it collect on hir wings and using them to direct the light. The throat was pink, soft, and showed no signs of damage. Everything so far seemed to be just fine, and Shira relaxed as the orca's body pulled hir lower. Shi kept an eye out for anything, but shi was confident that shi needed to do nothing more until shi reached Startide's stomach.

It took a few minutes before Shira went that far, but shi soon felt a tightness beneath hir that signaled the end of hir trip downward. Shi slid hir tail through the cardiac sphincter, trying to help to open it before shi entered, since it was always an uncomfortably tight fit. Thankfully, it opened readily and shi fell inside the stomach, bouncing against the mucus covered surface. Since Startide hadn't eaten recently, his stomach was in its smallest state, though that still was enough to hold more than 230 liters of fluid. Its volume was roughly that of a small refrigerator, but even that was quite large compared to the tiny dragoness that stood inside.

As Shira took a moment to catch hir breath, shi smelled something a bit out of the ordinary. The scent of stomach acid still lingered even though he wasn't actively digesting anything but another scent caught hir attention. Something... "Metallic? There shouldn't be metal in here.." shi said to hirself as shi looked for the source. "Hey, have you been eating a lot of iron lately?" Shira asked the orca, "It smells like... wait, hold on..." Hir voice trailed off as something caught the light, shining exceptionally bright in the otherwise soft glow of the stomach.

Shira went to take a look and found an old bucket. Its handle had snapped in half and pierced the side of the cetacean's stomach. Apparently the discomfort from eating was caused by digesting food grinding against it, causing the metal to scratch and scrape against already injured skin. "Never mind , I found it... you swallowed a bucket? What the heck made you do that?" shi said, more amused than annoyed.

"Well, there was this really cute trainer at the water park, feeding the dolphins," Startide answered, chuckling nervously, "And I was hungry. I guess she didn't drop the bucket before I ate her. Oh well."

"That hunger is going to get you in trouble one of these days..." Shira projected, silently thankful shi hadn't encountered any other remains of that poor person. "Try not to eat strangers. You never know when something like this is going to happen. I'm going to pull it out now. You may feel a brief pain as I do." Shi knew that it was going to hurt like hell for a few seconds, but it would pass quickly. Shi grabbed the bucket and tugged, using a burst of energy to pull it free.

Startide whined in pain as the bucket came free, but Shira immediately began to heal the damage. "I'm repairing it now. You'll feel a brief surge of warmth as your stomach heals itself." Shi came up and placed one paw over one of the gashes the metal had left behind and allowed a soothing wave of energy to close it and restore it to its original good health. Shi did the same with the hole from the other half of the handle, quietly humming to keep hir mind and energy focused. Satisfied that there were no more injuries, shi moved back to check hir work and smiled. Shi couldn't even tell where the injury had been; there wasn't even a scar or a reddish mark on the slimy surface.

Now that hir original task was done, Shira tried to think of the best way of exiting the orca's body. "Now, there are two ways that I can get out of here," the doctor explained, "You could either try to induce vomiting, though that's usually messy and unpleasant for both of us. Alternatively, I could work my way through your intestines and climb out the anus. Since I'm a good swimmer, it would only take me another half an hour or so and I could check for any other potential problems while I'm in there. You probably won't have any issues, especially given your young age, but it never hurts to check. Which would you prefer?"

The mere thought of trying to vomit made Startide uneasy and he quickly responded, "Just go on through. I don't want you to miss something."

"Alright, then," Shira replied, "I'm going to pass through your pyloric sphincter now and enter your small intestine. It might feel a little strange when I do, but that will pass momentarily." Shira took the same approach to getting into the intestine as shi took with hir entrance to the stomach. Shi slid hir tail in first to get the muscles to relax and allow hir entry. Once they relaxed, shi slid in one foot, then the other, slowly wiggling hir way through the sphincter. Shira folded hir wings tightly against hir back to slide them into the opening, then opened them to quickly pull the rest of hir body along before it closed again. Startide only felt it as a brief moment of nausea, but it passed before he felt any more unpleasant urges, just as Shira had promised.

Once inside the small intestine, Shira swam with the flow of fluids through the orca. Shi let his body carry hir along, freeing hir to examine the surfaces all around hir. Shi spun around as shi swam, carefully eying the villi around hir body. Even at hir relatively tiny size shi could barely see the tiny structures lining the edges of the intestine, but they seemed healthy as shi expected. The doctor tried hir best to avoid brushing against the villi; shi didn't want to disrupt the normal digestive process any more than shi had to. Despite hir efforts, a wave of fluid occasionally made hir bump against them. Hir body tingled as they absorbed a tiny portion of the material of hir scales, though shi would never miss the microscopic quantities that were taken.

Shi hummed to hirself as shi swam through the orca's passages. The small intestine was only 1'7" in diameter - less than three times larger than the six-inch-high dragoness - but at over three hundred feet long it was still a lengthy swim. Peristalsis created a slow current that pushed hir along, making hir trip even easier as shi continued to look around. "You're in remarkably good health down here," shi remarked, projecting that to the orca, "Whatever you are doing, it's keeping you in great shape. Just don't eat any more people and you won't need another doctor's visit for a long time to come."

Though it felt like shi was swimming a mile, it took Shira only half an hour to swim through the intestine and give it a through examination. Shi didn't see anything wrong, however, and shi soon found hirself at the entrance of the orca's large intestine. "I hate this part," Shira grumbled and sighed to hirself, but shi knew that it had to be done to finish the examination. Shi quickly slid through the sphincter and moved into the large intestine.

In hir experience, Shira had found that water-dwelling creatures tended to have the cleanest digestive tracks and Startide was not an exception. The cetacean's body tended to absorb a lot of extra water, which helped keep his body clean. Shira moved steadily, but quickly, keeping an eye out for anything that looked to be unhealthy. Since the large intestine was dry, Shira had to walk along, but shi kept a good pace. The large intestine was 4'2" in diameter - more than large enough for the doctor to stand upright inside with the upper surface far above hir head - but only a little over 500 feet long, making it just a two minute walk. The drops within the large intestine were easy for Shira to navigate; the dragoness just flared hir wings and circled downward. It became steadily drier as the dragoness moved lower, but since Startide had already used the toilet, shi ran into no obstructions.

Shira quickly completed hir trip through the orca's large intestine and started the process of exiting his body. "Alright, I've arrived at your colon," the doctor said, "I'm going to start climbing out. Please try to relax as much as possible, as it will make this much easier for both of us." Startide said nothing as he relaxed, making the muscles loosen enough for Shira to slide through. Though the anus was the tightest part, the giant's orifice easily allowed the small dragoness to exit and shi landed beneath the orca on the examination table. "Okay, I'm out," shi said, "Could you please pick me up and take me to the sink across the room? I need to wash off now that the examination is complete."

"Sure," Startide answered. The orca stood up and looked back at the dragoness, before carefully picking hir up between two fingers and walking across the room to the sink. He noticed there was a fine mesh above the drain to keep anything from falling through, including a small dragoness. It was the perfect size for a macro to wash hands, or for a micro-sized doctor to take a shower.

Though the orca was very clean, there were still a lot of unpleasant fluids inside his digestive system and Shira wanted to remove all of them from hir scales. "Could you please turn on warm water for me?" the tiny dragoness asked. "Then I can take care of anything else you want me to examine."

As soon as the water was on, Shira began rinsing off the assorted digestive fluids that had accumulated on hir scales. Shi elected not to use soap; warm water was enough to rinse hir body clean and soap could irritate hir other patients later in the day. Startide watched quietly as the small doctor quickly cleaned hir scales, which glistened with water and natural iridescence. He was amazed that such a small creature could survive his digestive system, and come out without even a scratch.

When shi finished washing hirself, the doctor flew out of the sink and hovered before Startide's snout, where shi could be seen and heard more easily. "While you're here, Startide, is there anything else you want me to examine? Any other medical concerns that you think warrant my attention?"

The doctor's offer made Startide think for several moments. He grinned a bit as he came up with an idea but quickly regained his composure as he explained to Shira, "Well, I've had a bit of pain when I cum. Can you see if something's wrong in there?" To punctuate his sentence, he used one paw to pull his cock out of his maleslit and pointed it right at the small dragoness. It was so large and close that shi could see just inside the glistening tip, and the fifty megaton penis seemed just to beckon for hir to enter.

Shira noticed the grin Startide gave but didn't acknowledge it; shi didn't want to embarrass a patient, and shi couldn't be absolutely certain that he wasn't simply inventing a symptom to get hir to slide into his penis. "In that case," Shira said after a brief hesitation, "We'll have to recreate the conditions that lead to the pain. Please give yourself an erection so I can move inside to examine."

That was an easy request for Startide to oblige; he was aroused just thinking about having a tiny dragon sliding into his shaft even if it was for "medical" reasons. His tapered length was half-hard even before he started stroking himself, and needed only a few moments to stroke himself to a full erection. Startide leaned forward and spread his cockslit open using one paw, making it easier for the small doctor to climb inside.

Despite the size difference, it was still a tight fit for Shira to climb into the orca's urethra. Shi had to crawl in on all fours just to work hir way inside and the slick walls clung to hir scales. Once inside the giant penis it was much easier for hir to squirm inside; the smooth surfaces were very well lubricated and hir smooth scales offered little friction. As shi moved through the organ, shi looked around to make sure that nothing was inflamed or irritated on the urethral walls, though everything seemed to be in perfect health. The contractions that sent pre upward made it slightly more difficult for the dragoness to descend within the organ, but Shira swam quickly to the base of the penis and tried to climb through the sphincter that led to the orca's prostate.

Startide moaned as the dragoness crawled through into the prostate, stimulating him in ways a larger creature couldn't. Shira's efforts were not intended to arouse, but shi was in a very sensitive organ and even the smallest movements sent pleasure through the orca's body. Shi started hir examination quickly once shi was inside, before arousal made it too difficult for the cetacean to contain himself. Shi looked carefully at the smooth surfaces around hir, searching for even the slightest sign of inflammation, irritation, or any other injury that would explain the orca's symptoms. "I don't see anything out of the ordinary here, Startide," the doctor explained. "Are you sure that any pain is coming from this region?"

"I'm sure," Startide said, struggling to keep a level tone of voice as he teased his length with a paw. His erection throbbed heavily in his paw, and Shira could feel every heartbeat through the penis.

"In that case, I'll need you to masturbate to climax so I can see if anything is out of the ordinary when you achieve orgasm." Shira's medical order was something Startide wanted to hear and the cetacean needed no further instruction. He quickly stroked himself with a paw, letting out low squeaks of pleasure. The sudden movement knocked the small dragoness over, and shi had to brace hirself against the inner walls of his body to avoid injury. Shi could clearly see the fluids pouring through the tubes and flowing into the orca's shaft. The volume of pre steadily increased as his arousal built. On a few occasions, shi had to hold hir breath for a moment as a particularly large spurt washed over hir body, soaking hir completely in his fluids. Shi tasted it, checking its flavor to see if it tasted out of the ordinary; a bad diet could explain some sexual problems. Shira was becoming increasingly suspicious of the alleged condition, but shi let the orca finish before passing judgment.

Squealing with pleasure, Startide climaxed in a few short minutes. Shira observed the seed flow in around hir and held hir breath. It was exceptionally difficult to see if anything was out of the ordinary in the brief moment before shi was forced out with the rest of his orgasm, but even the trained doctor saw no signs of a problem. The dragoness was forced into the stream of Startide's semen with the next contraction of his muscles and shi prepared hirself to be shot out with the thick fluid. Shi folded hir wings tightly to hir back before shi was forcefully ejected from the giant's body. The orca had leaned back, and shi bounced against his stomach before sliding up to his chest and stopping in a small puddle of seed.

"I didn't see anything out of the ordinary," Shira said as shi tried to free hirself from the thick fluids, "Are you sure you were having a problem?" The doctor glared at the orca, obviously unamused.

"Er... no. I made it up" Startide admitted, blushing sheepishly, "But it's good to know everything works down there."

"That still takes away time that I could have spent with a patient with a real problem, though," Shira said, annoyed but calm, "If you simply wanted kinky sex you could have easily arranged for that from one of the various establishments around town. Thankfully you were my last appointment before lunch today so I don't have anything else for another hour or so."

"Sorry..."

"Oh, relax," Shira said, trying to calm the orca, "At least this time you didn't cause a problem except for making my lunch break shorter than I'd have liked. Now can you help me out of this mess so I can wash off again and get lunch?"

Startide reached down and pulled the dragoness from the puddle of white, then walked back to the sink and turned the water on again. Shira quickly rinsed off the seed, then flew out and perched on the edge of the sink. Shi fluttered hir wings and flicked hir tail to get a few stray drops of water off, but let most of hir scales dry naturally. "Normally I'd recommend a follow-up appointment just to be safe," Shira said, "But I think you'll be perfectly fine. Although," Shira lowered hir voice and motioned for the orca to lean in closer, "If you're interested in that kind of sex, there's a club down on Wright Street that caters to those interests. You know, the one by the Interstate?" Startide nodded, stunned. "Just go down there and tell them I sent you. I think you'll have a good time. Anyway, if that's all, then go on home and have a good day. Just don't eat any more people. Really, the nutritional value of a human is terrible."

Startide nodded again, still shocked by the doctor's recommendation for a nightclub. He turned around and walked out, heading to his home. He thought about how it felt to have a small dragon squirming about within his shaft, and felt his maleslit firming at the thought alone. He hadn't made any plans for the evening before his doctor's appointment, but he smiled as he decided to give that club a try...

Chibi (art by Kinaro)

Excessively cute and cheerful? Check. :)

Car Wash (art by Sherbniz)

Ever notice that it always rains after you wash your car? Sherbniz seems to have figured out why...

Dragon Censor (art by Daroneasa)

You don't want to see what's behind my wings. No, really, you don't! You do? Oh... Anyway, a commission split between myself and NavyRaptor. Received at Anthrocon 2006.
Early sketch of Dragon Censor.

Rawr! (art by Cerebus)

Rawr! I'm a minidragon!

Kraken and Shira (art by Cerebus)

Just a doodle of each of us.

Seven Little Toys

I saw the title "Seven Little Toys" on a VHS box in a bargain bin at Wal-Mart, and my mind immediately turned to something along these lines. So I just had to write a story to go along with the thought, and here's what came out.

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The parcel post driver shivered nervously as she walked to her delivery. She had been dreading this delivery since she was given it in the morning, and left it for last just to delay it as long as possible. But her shift was over in twenty minutes and she absolutely had to get this delivered today; technically it was late when it didn't arrive by noon, as the sender had paid for overnight delivery. Sighing and resigning herself to the task, she parked the truck and used the dolly to carry the crate down the long hill, to the entrance of a cavern that was landscaped into the backyard. She set the box down, and called out, "Delivery for Shiveneve Dracotiri?" as loudly as she could manage, the sound echoing downward into the cave she was delivering to. Before she even heard a response, she turned around and ran, not looking back for even a moment. She dove into the truck and drove away as quickly as the vehicle could take her.

Behind her, she heard a thudding that grew louder, shaking the ground slightly with each dull impact. Just as she went over a hill and left the property, she thought she saw something behind her, but she didn't dare look back or investigate. The billionaire whose estate she was on was likely insane, perhaps driven mad by having more money than he could ever hope to spend. It would certainly explain his bizarre purchases, landscaping, home, and everything else about him. Who else landscapes a rocky cave into their back yard? Why would he want a box left in front of it? Of course, describing her delivery as a mere box was being simple: it was a wooden crate with steel plates to reinforce the corners, five feet along each side, a perfect cube. Fragile was on it in large, red, stenciled letters that even her delivery company couldn't miss, though the crate itself looked durable enough to withstand nearly anything. There were a few holes drilled in each side, for reasons she couldn't and wouldn't guess at. It was her job to deliver things without asking questions, and she didn't want to ask questions in this case.

A large, silver, quadrupedal dragoness emerged from the cave, though the driver never saw it as she didn't glance at the mirrors even once. Shiveneve had to crouch under the entrance, despite it being a hundred and fifty feet high. The dragoness growled and grunted as shi slipped out of hir home before shi stood up to stretch, gazing around the area, letting the sunlight reflect off hir unclothed body. She could see the truck just leaving the property, and chuckled softly to herself. She didn't want to give that driver a fright, and knew that if shi were seen, the poor human would probably wreck the vehicle in her fright. Besides, shi had that box in front of hir. It was smaller than shi was expecting, much to hir disappointment... no matter. Shi'd still make the best of what shi had. Shiveneve leaned down and took the box into hir paw to examine it more carefully. Shi took care not to rattle it too much, despite having the capacity to easily crush the thing to splinters with a casual squeeze. The word "Fragile," was stenciled on the crate in several places, reinforcing the need to take the utmost care with the package.

However, despite all the things shi could do with the box alone, shi wanted to get back inside to open hir package and savor its contents. Shi turned back and and slipped inside again, vanishing into the caverns that sprawled throughout the human's property. The massive underground complex gave the massive herm plenty of room to do anything shi wished, and often to whomever shi wished. He had made a deal with the dragoness years ago, that he would give hir somewhere to stay in exchange for the occasional trinket or jewel from hir lair; with her magic and hoard to back him, he'd be the richest man alive for the rest of his life. In return, he kept hir from ever getting into trouble with the authorities, not that anyone actually believed stories of a massive dragon, or would have any power to do something even if they did find hir. Not having to deal with law enforcement or the military made Shiveneve's life much happier. Shi made hir way to the largest cavern within hir lair, the playroom, and set the box on a shelf. Shi then took a single talon and broke each of the corner supports, letting the sides fall away to reveal the contents of the box.

The box had eight compartments. One of them was filled mostly with padding, and instructions for taking care of things. The other seven had containers, with tiny dragons inside. Shiveneve gasped with joy. Shi had wanted another of hir own kind to play with for quite some time, but shi had never even dreamed of having seven! They were all so much smaller than shi was, but the sheer number of them more than made up for that shortcoming. Shi took the pill-like capsules out carefully, examining the little creatures inside. It seemed that each one was a different color of the rainbow; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet were each represented by one little dragon. Shi gently laid the containers out in a row before shi even looked at the instructions, but the print was barely legible even to hir draconic eyes, and hir talon had ripped a tear in the flimsy paper that rendered it completely unreadable. No matter, though, as shi knew exactly how to operate a dragon, and smirked a bit as shi thought of what shi might have them operate on later.

Shrugging those thoughts off for the moment, Shiveneve turned hir attention to the little encapsulated dragons lying out before hir. There was a noticeable seam in each container, and shi tugged the two halves apart along the line, causing a hiss and pop to come from the little capsule. A squeak came from beneath hir as the little being began to stir. Encouraged by this, shi opened the other six more quickly, wanting to get all of hir new companions out. By the time shi opened the last, shi looked down to see the red - the first one shi opened - shivering as if cold. Shi wasn't sure how they had been kept in such wonderful condition on the trip, but assumed they might have been frozen, for lack of another non-magical explanation. Shiveneve decided to give the littles a chance to recover, and went to get a dish filled with water; shi had no glasses or anything else small enough for them to drink out of as shi would.

While shi was getting their drink, the little dragons all came around slowly. They realized that they were not where they had been last time their eyes were opened, and something seemed distinctly wrong, but none of them could place it. None of them thought to look up, at a pair of candles that towered almost thirty feet over their heads, atop fixtures that nearly doubled that height. And none of them noticed that any of the coins in the dragoness's hoard were larger than their bodies, though they would have easily fit in the paw of the macro dragoness that now owned them. So when Shiveneve returned, all but the yellow dragon fainted, while the yellow just looked around in confusion before glancing up at Shiveneve curiously.

Shiveneve chuckled softly and set the dish of water on the shelf, before leaning in close and looking over the small creatures before hir. Far as shi could tell, the red and orange ones were males; the yellow, green, and blue ones were hermaphrodites; and the indigo and violet ones were females. They looked decently proportioned, but their proportions were still tiny compared to the silver dragoness looking over all of them. "Well, since you're the only one left awake, my little yellow friend..." Shiveneve rumbled, speaking softly as shi could, and rather seductively to try ease the little one's mind, "I'll let you explain things to the others when they come to. You're all my pets now. My toys. Mine. If you do what I want, and behave yourselves, you'll have a long, happy, and very enjoyable life." As shi finished that statement, shi stroked the yellow one gently, using the back of a talon.

"However, if you disobey me, or fail to please me at any time... it'll be a very short, painful existence." To emphasize hir point, shi turned hir claw around and pressed the tip directly between the little one's wings, pressing it right against hir spine, only driving it deep enough to cause pain without causing injury. "Is that clear?" The yellow just squeaked and nodded rapidly, unable to understood what was being said, but at least understanding the non-verbal cues. Shiveneve withdrew hir talon from Yellow's back. "Good. I wouldn't want to have to hurt those beautiful scales of yours," Shiveneve purred, leaning in closer and grinning toothily. "You'll tell the others this, yes?" The yellow nodded again. "Then make sure they know by the time I wake up, since I'll want to play then; I'm always horny in the morning..." Shiveneve took a small, mesh cage and placed it over all seven of the little dragons, the weight of it alone enough to keep it on the shelf. "Sleep well..."

Unfortunately, sleep was the last thing on the little yellow dragon's mind, after that brief conversation. Shi ran around and tried to wake the others, but it was quite some time before any of them would stir. And when shi did finally wake them, and explained they were being kept by a larger dragon, nobody believed hir. They all remembered seeing something before falling asleep, but none of them realized they'd fainted in terror. Green came over and gave hir reassurances to Yellow, since shi half-believed it, but still found it very implausible. Why would a big dragoness want them anyway? Yellow didn't feel much better for it, but at least shi was getting some attention, and it helped hir to relax. They all fell asleep again some time later, though Yellow's fitful sleep did hir little good.

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Morning came rather quickly, perhaps too quickly for the little ones who had only just come out of their hibernation. Shiveneve was the first to awaken when morning came, just enough sunlight slipping in through a crack in the rock to cause hir to stir. Shi yawned and stretched hir wings as shi rolled onto all fours, as shi tried to get hir blood flowing to all of hir extremities again. Blood flowed quickly to one in area in particular, as hir maleness peeked out of its sheath and firmed as hir attention turned back to the little ones set atop the wooden shelf. Hir footfalls echoed through the cave, but even that wasn't enough to awaken the sleeping dragons. Only as shi picked the cage up and set it aside, clicking hir claws against the wood as shi considered what to do, did they start to stir.

As the smaller dragons woke, Yellow only whimpered as shi looked up at the towering dragoness, while the rest squeaked in terror, unable to believe what they saw. They'd dismissed the concept of such a large dragon as preposterous, yet there the silver was, towering above them. "Good morning!" shi said, the cheerful tone only further scaring the little ones. "I trust you all slept well? Good, then," shi continued, without even waiting for a response, though shi wouldn't be able to hear anything they said to hir anyway, and doubted they could understand hir booming voice. "It looks like you're all quite eager to see me," shi laughed, peering in close. "I'm certainly quite happy to see you as well."

Grinning, Shiveneve leaned back onto hir haunches and revealed hir erection to the little dragons before hir. "I'm sure the seven of you would be quite glad to help me with this." Shi chuckled as shi watched the horrified reactions from the smaller dragons before hir. Shi was well-endowed, even for a dragon of hir size, and hir ebony shaft was nearly twice as long as all seven of the dragons put together, and quite thick as well. Beneath that, hir testicles hung heavy, swaying slightly with every movement shi made. Behind those, the dragons could just get a glimpse of hir dripping femslit. "See, I brought you here because I rather like having some help with this. I don't want to hurt you," shi said, in the most sincere voice shi could offer, though it was little comfort to the dragons, as they watched one of hir forepaws reach down for them, shadowing them in darkness.

Red lept up and stood in front of all the others, then quickly bit down on Shiveneve's paw before shi could grab any of the others. Shiveneve pulled hir paw back and cried out, more out of surprise than pain, and glared down at the red dragon before hir. Red glared back and growled threateningly, but it was merely as effective as an insect flaring its wings and stinging; it could still easily be swatted. This time, instead of moving slowly to try not to further frighten the small dragons, shi decisively reached out and grabbed the red dragon between two fingers before he even had a chance to react, bringing him right before hir maw. Shi grinned toothily, maliciously at him, trying to frighten him into submission. Instead, he extended his talons and clawed at hir fingers, though he couldn't even scratch the dense scales.

"I was going to play nicely with you," shi growled coldly, the sound of hir voice even making the fighting red dragon stop his squirming. "But if you're going to play rough, so can I." Quickly, Shivenve moved hir paw behind hir, giving Red a much closer look at hir slit, its flesh glistening with arousal. Shi then raised hir tail, revealing the pink flesh beneath, and moved the feisty little one toward it. "I keep myself clean, so this shouldn't be too unpleasant," shi teased, trying even now to instill fear to the dragon, who was merely squirming to get away instead of fighting hir. With one swift movement, shi pressed the red creature against hir rear entrance, and used a finger to press him inside tail-first. He sunk in steadily, his feet and tail trapped in a matter of moments, soon followed by his legs, torso, and chest, leaving only his head free so he could breathe. While Shiveneve was as clean as promised, the scent was still quite pungent to the tiny red trapped inside hir, which made him squirm pleasantly against the sensitive flesh that engulfed his form. He was tightly trapped, and couldn't even pull his arms free. Any time he managed to wriggle too far out, the dragoness would simply clench around him and draw him back inside, preventing his escape.

Now that Red was unable to present a problem, Shiveneve looked back at the six remaining dragons, who were all staring in shock. "Does anyone else have a problem with this?" The remaining six dragons could only shake their heads no, nearly in unison. "Good. Let's see..." shi said, taking all six in one paw and lying upon hir back. Shi considered hir options for a moment and slid the littles out of hir paw and onto hir throbbing cockhead as shi thought, which seemed to swell even larger with arousal now that shi had one dragon teasing hir internally. The six dragons all quickly went to work, even without being commanded, as they rubbed with their paws and tails, some even using their wings. The scent of arousal quickly filled the cavern, and Shiveneve murred approvingly of the dragons' attentions. However, shi desired attention to more than just hir tip, and with six more toy-sized dragons, shi would have attention everywhere shi wanted.

Shi moved the indigo and violet dragons first, figuring the females would best know how to stimulate another female. Shi held both of them in one palm, then grabbed Violet and pressed firmly against hir clit, which was itself nearly as large as the dragoness herself. Squeaking in surprise, Violet quickly took hold of it, her paws sinking into the flesh pleasurably. She held on for her life, as it was a long drop to the floor below, or even more dangerous to fall inside the dragoness. Indigo soon followed, though Shiveneve pressed her deep inside, coating her in the herm's fluids and surrounding hir by soft, silky flesh. Indigo yelped and squirmed, finding it hard to breathe in the firm grip Shiveneve had, but still finding enough air to struggle an attempt to free hirself. Shiveneve murred approvingly at both of the females, rubbing hirself briefly with a paw before sliding the slicked hand back up to hir cock, and the four dragons that remained there.

Orange was the next dragon to be moved, as Shiveneve noticed he was the only dragon of the seven with an external set of testicles. "I noticed that you seem to have a nice addition to your anatomy." Shiveneve purred, stroking his balls with one claw, "I'm sure you'll know what to do with mine, then." shi teased, before dropping him on the soft scales that enveloped hir own orbs. He was nearly lost in the valley between them, and tried to climb free of it, paws delightfully working against that sensitive region. He found it hard to breathe from the sheer potency of hir musk in the air, and found it impossible to climb free of the flesh, sinking into it every time he moved.

That left three dragons for hir shaft, the three hermaphrodites. Yellow seemed to be the most cooperative of the bunch, so Shiveneve left hir atop hir glans, letting the little one continue to prostrate hirself atop that sensitive flesh. Blue was the next one to be moved, as Shiveneve firmly took hir between two talons, and placed hir at the very base of hir shaft, just above the sheath. Squeaking, Blue tried to avoid falling into that tight passage, as the giantess' shaft was extremely slick with pre. Shi knew that if shi fell, shi'd be trapped inside the macro dragoness' sheath, or fall to the floor and likely to hir death, but the sheer girth of it made it hard for hir to get a grip on the flesh.

Shiveneve purred at the struggles and ministrations of hir little playthings, but decided that shi should give everyone a bit more motivation, and picked Green up, looking hir over. Shi took the small herm toward hir muzzle and snaked hir tongue out to meet hir, letting the pink flesh tease over the tiny scales of hir smaller partner. Shi grinned widely as shi tasted fear on the little one and taunted, "Perhaps you could get your friends to finish me before I decide to just eat you? I certainly find breakfast to be an enjoyable meal." Hir threat was not lost on the other dragons, as the ones that could hear hir voice started to rub hir more quickly, trying to bring hir to orgasm as quickly as they could, as they knew that sound meant the dragoness' patience was limited.

"Of course, marinating meat does make it so much more flavorful," shi mused, lowering the green dragoness again, though this time shi placed Green directly beneath hir drooling cockslit. Green squeaked as shi looked into the cavernous slit of the dragoness' shaft, before getting plastered to the silver scales by a single droplet of pre, coaxed forth by a stroke of the dragoness' talons along hir heavy length. "Perhaps you'll just end up drowning instead?" The green one started squirming to try get away, but Shiveneve merely flexed hir shaft and let it land squarely atop the dragoness, allowing Green to peer almost directly into the glistening, dripping cockslit, and knocking the air from hir lungs.

Having positioned all seven smaller dragons, Shiveneve simply lied back with hir forepaws behind hir head and watched, murring deeply at the attention. The rumbling of hir purrs shook both Red and Indigo, both of whom struggled desperately to avoid being pulled deeper into the dragoness. Violet felt similarly threatened atop hir precarious perch, and sunk hir claws into the sensitive flesh, much to Shiveneve's delight. Blue felt like an earthquake was shaking hir even lower on the heavy shaft, and had to dig hir claws in as well, not wanting to disappear into the dragoness like hir friends had, or otherwise displeasure the macro that held control of their very lives.

Yellow, however, was at the best position to see what was happening to Green, and the most worried about Green's health. The emerald dragoness squirmed about helplessly, pinned by the weight of Shiveneve's cockhead. There was a drop of pre starting to form at the tip, and Yellow knew that it wouldn't take many of those to snuff out hir friend. Shiveneve was already quite close to climax, but Yellow couldn't have known that, even as the massive herm's testicles pulled in closer around Orange's squirming body, hir tailslit squeezed Red deeper inside, and femslit coated the females thoroughly. Frustrated and desperate, Yellow bit down on the silver dragoness' sensitive glans, catching the macro completely off guard and bringing hir to hir peak.

Shiveneve thrust into the air as hir seed spurted forth, knocking Blue off hir length and nearly into the tight confines of hir maleslit, but the tiny azure dragoness landed just a few inches to the side, and out of harm's way. Yellow was bounced directly into the first wave of seed, which arched through the air and landed upon Shiveneve's chest, against one of hir sizable breasts, providing just enough cushion to break the fall without breaking the smaller dragon. Green could only watch as hir friend flew above hir, but mercifully shi wasn't smothered in any more of the dragoness' liquids, even as they arched into the air.

The remaining dragons weren't let off nearly as easily as Green, though. Orange was nearly crushed as Shiveneve's testicles contracted against each other, smothering him between them and cutting off his air entirely. Violet fell off hir perch upon the dragoness' clit, and tumbled between the wet lips of the macro's femslit, before landing on Shiveneve's tail, just beneath the dragoness' tailhole. She briefly caught a glimpse of Indigo, who struggled against the thick fluids that had engulfed hir, the soft flesh making it hard for hir to even breathe as it gripped her body. When Violet looked up, she saw Red struggling to breathe as the tight ring of flesh squeezed him painfully. Red would have sworn that he was going to be ripped in half by the pressure, but the pressure was only enough to knock the wind from him, not injure him seriously.

Shiveneve's orgasm seemed to last an eternity to the smaller dragons pleasuring hir, though the dragoness lasted just half a minute before lying back, spent. The dragoness hadn't felt such intense pleasure in a long time, while hir smaller companions were happy to just have survived the ordeal. As the macro relaxed, Red, Orange, and Violet were able to crawl free, all three gasping for air as they climbed away from the dragoness and tried to regain their senses. Green and Yellow were both stuck, however, by the dragoness' fluids. Noticing their problem, Shiveneve pried each one from hir scales with a single talon and lifted them to hir muzzle, grinning mischievously. Without saying a word, shi slid hir tongue out and over the two smaller ones as they shrieked in terror, licking hir arousal off their scales. Once they were cleaned, shi gave them a few more teasing licks before setting them down near the rest of the dragons, who immediately checked for one another's well being.

Shiveneve seemed entirely amused by the little dragons' concern, though shi didn't want to tire them out or break them too quickly. After all, shi loved having someone else to play with, especially after being by hirself for so long. Shi carefully scooped all the little dragons off the floor and back onto the shelf. "Thank you, little ones. I trust you won't mind if I run off to hunt breakfast?" shi asked rhetorically, then smiled. "No? Then just wait here." With that shi left the littles to themselves. Most of them quickly passed out from exhaustion, having tired themselves out either pleasuring the dragoness or struggling for their lives, if not both. When Shivneve returned, shi found that all the little dragons were out cold, and just purred affectionately at them. "Rest well, little ones," shi said, before turning to hir breakfast.