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.

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.



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.


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.