Raptor Roll

Don't ever tell a minidrake with size-changing magic that you think a "raptor roll" sounds good, especially if you are a raptor. Otherwise, this might happen.

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With a bit of magic shi adjusts sizes such that now you're just an inch or two tall, and shi is exactly the height you were just a few moments ago. You find yourself lying on a bed of warm, sticky rice. Shira grins and licks hir muzzle, then takes one end of that and starts rolling it over you until you're caught in the middle of the freshly-formed roll. With the stickiness of the rice it's hard to even squirm, let alone to have a chance of actually getting out. You feel a slight pressure at your sides before you feel yourself being lifted into the air. Below, you see a small (though to you it's the size of a child's swimming pool!) container of brown liquid... soy sauce.

You're dunked into the fluid once or twice, causing it to soak into the rice around you and further left in a daze. By the time your vision fully clears, you're staring right into the cool and uninviting maw of the ice drake. Shi takes a moment to lick directly over your face - covering it in cold, slimy saliva - before just laughing right in your face. "By now you should know better than to give me ideas like that," shi says, before your 'raptor roll' is deposited on hir waiting tongue.

Shi starts to chew.

You cannot even move as those teeth go to work. You cannot see anything at all. You don't even feel anything but the intense cold until the dragoness bites down on you, neatly severing your legs just below your hips. The cold of hir mouth is so severe that it freezes the blood almost instantly, though, saving you from bleeding out as shi continues to chew. You're thrown this way and that on hir tongue as shi eats, but you're somehow kept out from between hir teeth even as that half-eaten food smashes against your body.

Then, nothingness.

Shi waits a brief moment before shi swallows, sending you into hir throat like you're just another morsel of hir meal. On the way down you're violently compressed by hir throat as it works over you, helping to pop joints out of place and snapping a couple of ribs. It's impossible to even breathe as you're taken toward hir stomach, leaving you wishing you could still inhale the foul-smelling air you had just a few moments ago. There's no way of telling where you are, but after what seems like forever you're sent though an even tighter sphincter - which further mashes your body - and you're left in hir mostly-empty stomach. There's no biting acid, but instead just a thick slime that coats your bruised scales, oozing into your wounded body. You're going to be here for the rest of your life, however short that might be, and you can only hope that you pass out from shock before the worst of digestion begins.

Horn Dancing

Using a narwhal's horn to do a pole dance, Shira shows off every part of hir body to anyone who wants to watch.

Reference Sheet

Catwarrior put together this outstanding reference sheet for me after MFM 14. I've handed it out for every image I've commissioned since!

Kaiser's puppet

Kaiser has Shira all tied up and leaves hir on a rather short leash...

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.

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...

Another Day, Another Dollar

Perhaps the best story anyone's written for me to date. It even hits on all of my kinks! A lovely gift by Lucidrasilver.


...Shira yawned and stretched out on hir bed as light streamed in across hir eyes, rousing hir from a deep, restorative slumber. Another day, another dollar, shi thought to hirself. Unlike most, though, a wide smirk was spread across hir face with this in mind.
The miniscule dragoness considered recalling some prior experiences to paw off to, but figured shi could hold out until later. Shi was already late for hir job, but knew that it wouldn't really matter. Nobody minded if shi was late, just as long as shi showed up. Sliding out of bed and into some casual streetwear for the sake of decency, shi headed on out. Hir mind briefly considered the emptiness in hir belly, but experience had taught hir that shi'd be more than full quite soon.

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Shira fluttered up onto the desk in the lobby of the club shi worked at, panting a bit from the flight as shi folded hir wings against hir back. As usual, the wolf stationed behind the counter didn't see hir arrive, so shi walked over to the little bell and hopped on top of the metal button, jumping a few times to make it ring.
The wolf looked up from her paperwork, her eyes looking around for a moment before turning down to look at the tiny creature trying to get her attention. She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm telling you, we need walkie-talkies." She leaned down, almost resting her lower jaw on the desk. "How're you today, tiny?"
Shira laughed and hopped off of the bell, padding over and giving her nose a friendly hug, wings stretching out to hold the sides of her muzzle. After a moment, shi stepped back and replied by shouting out to the exponentially larger wolfess, "Same as every work day! Yourself!?!"
The wolfess stood up after listening to Shira and reached for a file, opening it and browsing over it's contents. "Oh, I'm alright. Nothing new, unfortunately. Your client is waiting in the guest lobby. Go on in to room seven and strip, I'll make sure your cloths get back to your place tonight."
Shira waved up to her in confirmation, figuring she wouldn't hear any verbal reply, then unfolded hir wings and launched hirself into the air, heading towards the specially built entrance for hir in the larger conventional door of room seven.

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The dragoness paced around in the bedroom nervously. Part of it was hir good acting, part of it was genuine nerves. It was always hard to know how these things went. Hir long tail swished through the air in long arcs, both pondering and remembering all the various things that could and have happened in here before...
The door to the guest lobby opened, letting bright light into the formerly dim room, the dragoness only able to make out a massive figure as it enterd, blocking out the light from beyond before the door close again. As hir eyes readjusted, shi looked once more.
Even at hir size, shi could tell that this male was very tall by typical standards. His broad shoulders were draped in a plain black shirt, just tight enough to hint at his muscular form. His dark blue jeans likewise illustrated his firm thighs and calves, ending just above his bare feet, covered in a bit of dirt and muck. He must have come from outside the city where the recent rainy weather would have softened the ground enough to make that sort of thick mud.
His bright blue eyes quickly locked on the colorful dragoness contrasting against the pitch black carpeting. Many of the features of the room were, in fact, designed for the sorts of things that would be needed to enjoy hir as well as any of the normal sized clientele. Shi was a special feature, after all, and brought in a good bit of money all by hirself for such rare services rendered.
He kept his eyes on hir as he stripped his shirt away, exposing his powerful chest, covered predominantly with gold scales with dark red ones wrapping around his sides and back. The dragon tossed it into a near corner and opened up his jeans, taking a step closer to Shira. Hir eyes stared up with fear, not afraid of being stepped on, but at the massive golden cock that floped out of the front of his pants the moment he opened it enough to free it. Soon after, his heavy balls were revealed to hir as he slid the pants down. The heavy sac bounced against his thighs as he kicked the pants back with his shirt into a careless pile.
He fell forward with a massive thud that made Shira's legs shake with the tremor, landing on his hands and knees. His neck arched in the air high above, bringing his nose a few scant inches above hir. His smoothly scaled lips were parted slightly in a predatory grin, letting hir see his viciously sharp teeth locked together firmly just beyond. He spoke in a deep rumbling whisper, hot air flowing over hir naked body, the rancid scent of decaying meat on his breath from previous meals... "Hello again, Shira. I think it's been too long since we last got together. We'll have to make up for lost time."
Shira's fearful composure subsided marginally and shi stretched out a hand, lightly touching the dragons lips. "Hello, Lou. I guess that means that you've got something special you want." Shi and him were friends outside of work so he would partake of hir services occasionally. They could, of course, do such on any of hir days off, but there was a more real element of power in purchasing hir without hir knowledge. Lou knew that Shira was consenting, and shi knew that he would stop if shi ever really wanted him to, but they both thoroughly enjoyed the power play and the very real damage that was done.
He didn't bother to reply, simply scooping hir up in his tight, rough palm, causing hir to squeak and struggle a bit. Even if shi did enjoy it, it was still a little painful and hard to breath. He laid himself down on his stomach atop the bed and tossed hir almost carelessly behind himself. Shi first hit the upturned underside of his heel and continued to roll down his deeply carved arch, finally coming to a stop in the up curve of his toe arches, completely covered in the sticky black muck and having to struggle to pull hir limbs out of it. He could feel hir struggles, so he clenched his toes, making them wrap around hir and trap hir among the filth for a few seconds before letting them rest again. "If you couldn't tell, I took a nice, long run today and I need to have my feet cleaned. Oh, and you can only use your hips and face to push it away, just like always."
With no way to protest, and no will to, Shira went to work. Shi crawled through the mess up onto one of his broad toes, moving to the tip so that shi could work backwards and not mess up what shi had already cleared. Shi buried hir muzzle into the mess and pushed, making it break up and fall off with a bit of effort, revealing the stained red underside of his toe, covered in winding swirls and lines. Knowing that shi hand to clean those out as well, shi dipped hir muzzle down again, shuddering as hir tongue curled into the ridge and scooped out the gritty mess, tasting surprisingly heavily of his musty and salty foot sweat. To make hir task that much faster, shi began to thrust and grind hir hips against his toe, pushing off clumps of gritty stuff while smearing it around hir groin, the rough stroking against hir genital slits forcing physical arousal upon hir.
After ten minutes or so, he turned and reached back, grabbing hir tail between his thumb and forefingers and pulled hir into the air so he could examine hir as shi thrashed and yelped out, even his light careful pinching too tight for hir comfort. "You pathetic little slut, that got you hard? Ugh, and look at yourself, you're a damn mess. Well, I guess I'll just have to clean you off."
Shira started to cry out and struggle frantically, knowing fully the ways he could cleanse hir. He slid off of the bed, not even bothering to check hir cleaning progress, and landed on the floor, sitting on his knees. He set hir down on the carpeting, though he kept a good hold of the end of hir tail. His other hand moved up above hir, wrapping around his semi hard shaft and pumping it to fullness, the golden flesh jerking firmly and dripping large drops of clear, musky smelling pre cum to the ground quite close to Shira. Shi tried to scramble away as hir eyes fixed on the underside of his gargantuan malehood, many times hir own size and weight, but the grip on hir tail only allowed hir to move back until it tightened painfully between hir body and his unyeilding fingers.
Using his grip on himself, he angled his pointed tip downward, the slit pointing right at the tiny dragoness, cowering in fear as shi heard him sigh out high above. The slit spread wider for a moment before a rush of fluid as golden as his skin and scales flowed out in a slight arc, the little stream easily knocking Shira back against the carpet and pinning hir down, forced to be doused in his acrid piss, making the mud splatter and flow off of hir sides along with the urine. The stench filled hir nostrils, stinging them with the powerful scent, but the liquid soon flowed in as well, making hir nose burn and hir head spin. Even worse was the taste that seeped between hir lips despite hir attempts to keep them sealed, salty and acidic and vile, obviously having planned to give hir his worst.
Shi was forced to lay spread out helplessly on the floor, the stream that was mild to him being a torrent to hir. He continued to relieve himself for about half a minute before finishing with one last spurt, brutally slamming against Shira's exposed belly and knocking the air out of hir lungs, forcing hir to gasp for hir breath, the horribly strong stink making hir throat and lungs burn with irritation. Even hir scales started to grow sore from being exposed to his piss, more acidic to hir small, weak form.
He let out another contented sigh as he watched hir sputter, eyes quickly finding the penis jutting up from hir hips, the exposed skin feeling like it was on fire as urine driped down it and between hir legs. "Mmmm, that's my good little dragoness. You love being covered in my piss, don't you? It's so much more valuable than a weak, horny little slut like you, after all. It's an honor."
Had shi the breath to reply, shi might have. Without it, though, shi merely sputtered and coughed, trying to rid hir airways of that pain. He did allow hir some time to rest and recover from the battering. As shi began to recover hir senses, though, shi realized that he was busy at work on hir next torture, whimpering pathetically in fear at another flood as his hand jerked up and down his cock swiftly, little droplets of pre getting thrown around hir as he kept his pisshole aimed right at hir. Helplessly worn, shi could only watch and listen as he pleasured himself, easily picking out all the hints of the coming torrent, the roiling of his heavy balls as they pulled up closer to his body, the heavy throbbing of his prick in his own hand, the growing slickness coating his fingers, his groans and panting from the sky far above.
Letting out a loud moan he finally reached release, his blazing hot and sticky semen hitting hir in a powerful burst, gobs splattering off around hir. So forceful was the impact that shi could actually hear one of hir ribs crack, the rest strained to the point of almost snapping, making hir scream out in pain. While the piss that damaged hir body was washed away by this new flooding, it's made hir very sensitive, the white hot spunk scalding hir scales and flesh alike. At least the musky scent replaced that of the urine that had been there, allowing hir now damaged lungs to inhale without burning.
The next burst wasn't quite so hard, having some cushioning in the form of the first shot between the micro and the jetting semen. It quickly spread out to cover hir entire body and easily slid into hir willing muzzle, gulping the salty, musky cum, if only to help wash away the remaining taste of piss.
Covered in jism, it was hard for Shira to tell exactly when Lou's climax ebbed away, though he definitely let hir rest in the little pool on the carpet for a short while, his spunk seeping under every scale and completley covering hir form. Eventually, though, he reached down and plucked hir up by the tail again. This time, though, the poor thing didn't have enough energy to do anything but dangle helplessly and whimper in fear, knowing that he would not be done with hir just yet.
He raised hir in front of his face, making sure shi could watch his lips and teeth move while he spoke. "Mmm, despite being such a little thing, I do believe you'd make a tasty little snack now...ah, but I think you'd be a bit crunchy for my tastes. Don't worry, I know how to fix that."
He set hir down on the wooden table set beside the bed with surprising care for all that he'd done thus far, and for what he would do. He made sure to lay hir on hir back, forcing hir to look up as he moved closer, his still hard cock hanging in the air above hir, throbbing lightly with his heartbeat. Shi could clearly see all the details as he held there for a short while, all the thick veins and lines that created the texture of his massive shaft, as well as the huge ridge that ran along the underside into the pointed tip.
His hand came down and he wrapped a finger and thumb around the base of his shaft, giving it a few flicks above hir, and shi started to struggle weakly as shi realized what he was going to do to hir. With a frightened squeak, the dragoness watched as he flicked his cock upward, then jerked it back downward, slamming down with a loud thump against the solid wood around and under hir. As his tip bounced up, hir body was broken, most bones having snapped under the powerful impact, blue blood splattered amid his white cum, the combination making a film that stuck to the underside of his member and the table, forming long strands between them.
Shira tried to scream and thrash in utter agony as much of hir body was pulverized, but found that shi could not. Biologically speaking, shi was instantly killed when his flesh had come down upon hir, but shi still felt it, felt most of hir guts liquefied, hir brains seeping out of hir ears and nose, hir blood flowing out from every orifice and wound. But shi couldn't so much as close hir ruptured eyes.
Lou lifted up his messy handiwork once more, dangling the morsel by the tail, and grinned savagely. "Ahh, I think that will work." He tilted his head back and opened his jaws wide. Through damaged vision, Shira could see his golden tongue curling eagerly in his mouth, strands of saliva stretching between his teeth, lips pulled back even farther than his jaws, able to look right down past his uvula into his throat. Shi could watch as a strand of sticky cum, streaked with blue, stretched down from hir body and snapped off, landing near the back of his tongue and sliding deeper.
He let go of hir soon after, letting hir feel warm air rushing over hir body before his teeth snapped, cleanly cutting hir body in two just above hir hips, hir innards spilling out as hir front half tumbled down, bouncing against his tongue a few times before hitting the back of his throat. Surrounded by darkness, shi could feel his heated throat open up around hir, then clench on either side, pushing hir downward with smooth muscular contractions, the soft gullet stroking against hir body along the trip.
The heat grew around hir before shi was finally released into the chamber of his stomach, landing with a splash in his acids. They quickly flooded over and into hir carcass, the fourth and final soaking that he would subject hir to. Today, at least. Shira could feel the acid doing it's work on hir body, corroding hir ripped flesh and shattered bones, quickly leaving hir body little more than a bluish stain in the soup of chemicals. Shi finally lost all sense of self as hir body was broken down into fundamental elements within the dragon's belly, slipping into the familiar unknown...

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...Shira yawned and stretched out on hir bed as light streamed in across hir eyes, rousing hir from a deep, restorative slumber. Another day, another dollar, shi thought to hirself. Unlike most, though, a wide smirk was spread across hir face with this in mind.

Hoard! (art by Lucky Wolf)

A small dragon needs a small hoard. I'm no exception. Received at MFM 2006

Guess Who? (art by The Dragon Girl)

I've landed on Zed's snout. Let's see if he can figure out who's on his muzzle. :) Received at MFM 2006.

Dragon's perch

A lovely gift from Zed. I'm perched on his paw, see? Sadly, I can't remember who drew it. x_x

Domination (art by Zed)

Zed was making fun of my size, so I shrunk him even further. He didn't think my two-inch height was very funny when he became ankle-high to me...

Micro Pawslut (art by Wolf Kidd)

A fur lets me have access to their paws to... enjoy myself for a little while. Received at Anthrocon 2006

Dual Watersports (art by Raven)

I asked for this sketch because it depicts something I hadn't seen before: herms pissing from both their male and female attributes. The micro thing is just a bonus. ;) Received at Anthrocon 2006

Sheath Attack! (art by SirFox)

When Kraken's sheath attacks, "bad" things happen... Received at Anthrocon 2006.

Microdragon DDR

This is why I always sizeshift up to play DDR. It just doesn't work out at my normal size... Received at FWA 2006 after winning the Standard level DDR tournament

Wow, big... (art by Nominus)

Even at Kraken's smallest size of fifteen feet, the winged feline stood only half the dracoraptor's size. I'm just perched up there for reference.

PSA (art by Nominus)

Remember: No dragon is ever helpless. Ever. So be careful with me. ;)

Shira's Teacup (art by Nominus)

Maybe I shouldn't have had so much tea to drink... nah! :)