Bound to a feral's service

Bound to Timanth's underside and presented with his cock, I do exactly what he wants as he watches with great pleasure.

Tongue-lovin' on Timanth

Taking advantage of a significant size difference, I ride Timanth's delightfully wet tongue until we're both satisfied

Timanth mounting Shira

Timanth mounting me. Really, what more needs to be said? It's just some nice, gooey feral-on-anthro sex after all!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Ready for stuffing (art by Narse)

Two versions of the same picture here... the first image shows Kraken and I at relatively normal sizes - if indeed anything is normal about quadruple penetration - while the second image is outright macro.

Unexpected company

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

Just something I wrote to kill time at work when I was moderately horny. Contains a combination of a lot of fetishes that I can't find nearly enough material for...

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I yawned softly as I woke up, in a daze as usual. Sleeping into the afternoon mostly left me rather inattentive to my surroundings, so I didn't notice that some things were missing. Such as the roof, or the living room floor. Though I fell about fifty feet, my fall was cushioned by something warm, soft and... feathery?

Squeaking in surprise, I tried to fly away, but a hand surrounded me, trapping me in its grasp. Whatever this things was, it had to be big, if I was being held like a mere insect in its hand. A cold, chuckling noise shook my very bones, as my captor squeezed me between two thick fingers, eying me casually while still leaving me unable to escape. "I suppose you're wondering what's going on, aren't you little one?" He asked, and I nodded, my eyes slowly adjusting to the light again. "Well, you wanted me here, so I'm here. And you shall be my slave. I hope that's fine, because if it's not..." he let his voice trail off, instead squeezing me painfully tight between my fingers, my bones feeling ready to snap, "Well, you won't even live to regret it. So, do we have a deal?" I nodded rapidly, not daring to anger this giant, and not having the air to respond vocally.

Of course, I had no idea what was going on. I wanted him here? I could I have wanted someone that I didn't even know? What sort of slave was he talking about? The beast dropped me, letting me free-fall to the ground, black feathers rushing past my form as I plunged. I hit a hard, golden-yellow surface, before I rolled off it and landed in a heap on earth once again.

Though I was dazed, this was my best chance to look at the giant towering over me. I wouldn't guess his size for sure, though he had to be at least a hundred feet tall, perhaps even one-fifty. He was distinctly avian, though he seemed to be a blend of several predatory species; no truly defining characteristics caught my eye. He looked powerful, despite being rather lithe in build, some of that power owing to his sheer size and heritage. He stepped closer, making me more aware of his feet. They were surprisingly massive for a bird, with three forward toes and one rear one, forming a crushing grip if he felt like using it, a grip that I hoped to avoid being trapped in. When I looked up again, I found myself peering upwards into his feathery sheath, his maleness flaccid, but still capable of dwarfing my own, tiny form.

"Like what yo see?" the avian boomed, obviously aware of my gaze. I blushed and nodded, not daring to speak. The bird then crouched, leaving that sheath just over my head, his potent scent wafting toward me and further increasing my arousal. My own, comparatively feeble length slid forth, peeking from my maleslit, though the giant couldn't see it given the proximity of his genitals. He shifted again, bringing his sheath directly onto me, pinning me with the hot, heavy, feathery mass. I squirmed, trying to find air, stimulating the bird in the process. The limited air I could take in was filled with his musk, powerful hormones arousing me greatly, despite my fear of suffocating or being crushed beneath the heavy sheath, or the twin orbs beneath it.

Slowly, I made my way free, though it was little comfort. When I looked up, I saw his ebony shaft towering over me. It appeared to be about fourteen inches long, in scale to the avian, but that meant it was nearly six times my size. His erection was quite thick, even proportional to its length, and - like the rest of his body - didn't seem to belong to any one species. It tapered slightly toward the tip, but he had a massive knot about a quarter of the way down, and an even larger one near the base. Using one paw, the giant pressed his shaft forward, pressing me to the ground using his second, bigger knot.

Once again, I was pinned under musky flesh and left squirming. This time, the flesh was unyielding, hard as rock. I feared being crushed even more now, as the pressure increased, but soon relented to allow me to catch my breath. I was dazed from the lack of oxygen, then a sense of vertigo overtook me as the titan stood again, looking over me. "Let me make clear that you are mine," he said coldly, aiming his cocktip at me while he slowly stroked himself. I was expecting a shower of white, but instead received one of gold, as I was unceremoniously urinated upon.

It was like being caught in a waterfall, or several fire hoses, the torrent swiftly pinning me flat against the ground. Some of the fluid seeped into my maw, the taste not unlike hot salt-water, slightly bitter, but not entirely unpleasant. I was forced to swallow it entirely for lack of another option. Though it was only half a minute before he finished, it felt like half an hour, as the acidic fluid stung my scales. All I could see around me was the golden shade of piss; I could no longer even see the avian towering over me.

For nearly another minute I was left lying there. I didn't know why. Did the avian just want to further humiliate me by leaving me pinned by the weight of urine alone? Did he want me to drown? Did he just not see me? Did he intend to just leave me steeping in his fluids so I'd smell even more strongly when freed? Whatever the case, I soon felt something around me. I couldn't see what, even as I felt four things curling about my form and pulling me free. Gasping for air and coughing up a bit of fluid, I didn't immediately recognize my "savior" as the bird's right foot, which soon dropped me on dry ground and pinned me beneath it. "Since I had to dirty my foot to save your pathetic life, you're going to clean it. I suggest you work quickly, before I get bored."

Given the option of licking the paw clean or being crushed beneath it, the licking option took on a distinct appeal. I couldn't deny that this was arousing. I've had plenty of fantasies about doing this sort of thing. But I didn't dare make that known, lest he put me into a situation that I wouldn't enjoy. I made a show of grimacing in disgust at the taste. The paw had a fairly strong taste, though I suspect that the urine had washed the worst of it away, leaving a decidedly pleasant combination of filth, if such a contradiction is even possible. Regardless, my efforts were enough to keep my captor happy, as he cooed deeply and wriggled his toes above me, reminding me of how little effort it would take to be flattened beneath his vast foot.

I tried to be quick, though I didn't dare miss a spot either, lest the avian's powerful eyes notice any tiny flecks I missed. I had to work from the center of the paw upward, unable to get to the lower claw with the way the macro had me pinned to the ground, but I still rubbed with my tail to try please him. I licked along the ridges of the scales, even sliding my tongue between a few, being as thorough as the avian's limited patience would allow. As I reached the toes, I could finally look up, and could see the giant stroking his shaft with a feathery paw, even as he glared down at me. Somewhat encouraged, I continued on, licking along and between the toes. The taste was stronger here, as the toes bore the full brunt of his weight with his steps, though my sense of taste was being numbed by the grime already filling my maw.

"Good toy..." the giant rumbled, squeezing me briefly between his toes. It was enough to force the air out of me, leaving me to gasp in a breath of his scent, his feet smelling strongest, but his arousal noticeable as well, as a few drops of pre started to splash to the ground near my head. He noticed how close he was to me and shifted his aim, such that the next drop hit me directly on the snout, leaving my head soaked in his hormones, the scent alone enough to arouse me once again. My maleness started to slide forth,.despite my efforts to keep my erection at bay, not wanting to encourage the macro above me. I didn't want to know what he planned to do if he noticed how aroused I was, and tried to keep myself concealed using his foot, licking fervently along his toes, breathing in his scents.

My act seemed to be working, at least until he lifted his foot up, leaving me completely exposed. "So, enjoying yourself?" he said. I'd swear he was grinning, if that were possible with a beak. "Me too." With that, he brought his other paw atop me, again leaving me pinned down, though this time he pressed harder, making it impossible for me to move, my body reflexively struggling to get free. "That's right, little one, squirm for your life..." I certainly wasn't arguing, not that I had the breath to do so, as I was slowly pressed into the earth, my bones straining painfully under the weight, but not breaking. He relented after a moment, only to rub his paw over me, wiping some of the dirt off on my scales, this paw much worse as his piss hadn't rinsed it off earlier. "Now, get to work, before I get off."

I didn't dare argue with him, though being pinned under his hot paw again was arousing enough where I wouldn't complain even if I could have. Still, it took quite a bit more effort to clean his paw this time, my licks having much less of an effect, each scale needing several passes to get cleaned. The avian pressed down occasionally to remind me of my place, and of his threat, occasionally making a grunt of pleasure. Each time he pressed down, his foot rubbed against my own erection, my pre being smeared against his paw in, the fluid actually helping my progress along. It took twice as long for me to clean this paw, my senses overwhelmed with the taste, scent, and feel of his foot, before I finally reached his toes, and had light once more.

The toe-crotches before me were nearly black with built-up muck, the avian giving me that same-near grin as I gasped in horror at the sight before me. I whimpered and reached up with a paw to try wipe some of it away, but I was only trod upon painfully again. "Use your tongue, bitch," he ordered, getting more aggressive, "Or I'll personally remove any other limb you use. I want to see you loving every moment you have your snout coated, too." I only nodded, terrified to respond otherwise, before leaning my snout in and starting to nibble at the mess before me, cringing as the potent, dirty taste filled my maw. I was forced to bite into the mess - it was too thick to lick - and I nearly choked each time I tried to swallow.

As I continued my efforts, the giant decided to just make things worse for me, squeezing his toes together and forcing my snout to the scales beneath the grime, leaving my entire head encrusted with a thick layer of toe-jam. I was able to resist vomiting only due to the pressure still around my muzzle, forcing my maw to remain shut until after I had my body under control again. As the toes relaxed, the macro looked down at me, laughing as my head was now black, and his scales were nearly clean. I whimpered as I finished the job, looking up at him pleading, hoping for mercy. The macro seemed to notice my gaze and awwed, though it seemed sarcastic, insincere. "What's the matter, is my little plaything out of breath? Here, let me help you with my last toe..." he said, leaning over to grip my tail between two fingers.

I was too humiliated and afraid to resist, as I felt those thick fingers squeezing around my tail. He moved me so that I was being dangled just below his remaining toecrotch, my tail sticking up between. He lifted me slightly, so that my legs were between his toes, then squeezed them together together painfully, the filth between his toes making a sickening squelch as it pressed around my body. I nearly cried as he pulled me painfully slowly up between the toes, grime collecting along my body and under my scales, leaving me a disgusting brownish-black, smelling like his feet, and with no way of cleaning any of it off. The macro was using his free paw to stroke himself off all the while.

"Now, to punish you for needing my help once again..." he said, letting his voice trail off as he lifted my form along his body, still dangling me by my tail, as if he wouldn't degrade himself by letting his fingers touch the grime coating my body, despite having no qualms about treating me so. I didn't have the slightest idea what he was doing, as I was brought past his knees, then his testicles, eventually being left just above his cock, looking into the pulsing slit beneath me. "Get me off before you get all the way down and I'll let you go.." he said, using his free paw to spread his cockslit open before just dropping me inside snout-first.

In an instant, my world became completely dark. I was surrounded by hot, wet flesh, gripping me tightly, hungrily. While the pre helped to wash my body clean, it clung to my body in much the same way, the slippery fluid aiding my decent. I was surprised to find I could still breathe, despite pre nearly filling the shaft, the avian musk potent enough to keep me painfully hard, as I found myself humping the inside of his own shaft. Even though I had every reason to fear for my life, my arousal alone was enough to compel me to arouse the giant, as my paws and tail started to rub about inside, using the plentiful pre as lubricant.

I had no idea where I was or how I was doing, though I felt something gripping around me as the macro started to paw himself off again. Each stroke he made sent me flying up and down his length, my body stimulating him from inside as he stroked himself outside. I found myself licking at the fluids around me without even realizing what I was doing at first, my mind seeming to shut down just to focus on pleasure. Then, just as suddenly as I was squeezed, I was released, sent down to the very base of his shaft. I felt a muscle opening beneath me, just enough to draw me deeper, before sealing behind me. Another, smaller tube opened, pulling me inside just as hungrily as the avian shaft had earlier, as I was drawn steadily lower, the scent of male filling the air around me.

Even though I couldn't see where I was, it all became quite obvious as I was let loose in a pool of thick, creamy fluid. I was sloshed back and forth, the avian cum coating my scales as he continued to paw off above me. I felt the seed starting to soak into my scales, some of it even getting into my entrances. My body was growing warmer, the seed starting to tingle a bit around me. I saw no reason to hide my arousal now, as I started to stroke myself within the giant testicle, seed serving as my lube. I growled in pleasure, feeling more of the seed cling to me, seeping between my scales, completely and utterly drenching me as I grew steadily warmer.

All of the last hour's activities were finally too much for me, as I cried out in orgasm, my seed mingling with the avian's. Though it was my most powerful climax in quite some time, my seed was completely lost to the pool engulfing my body, never to be noticed by the giant who had consumed me. As I came off my peak and my senses recovered, the tingling of seed around me had become a painful burning, as if my scales were on fire. I cried out again, this time in agony, as I felt my scales starting to dissolve, my entire body fading away as it too was melted into seed. I wasn't even a significant increase in the giant's load, I realized; just a few extra drops of cum among gallons of the fluid. The last thing I felt before I faded into oblivion was the giant orb squeezing around me, the avian screeching out his climax, my now liquefied form coming up with the rest of his seed...

So, how am I typing this? I believe that's a story for another time...

Personal Gangbang (art by Raith)

I'm fairly sure that this image speaks for itself. ;)

Impaled (art by Raven)

The dangers of macro sex: they'll make it fit, one way or another..

Crystalline Passage (art by Grymm)

In a cavern filled with precious jewels, a dracoraptor prepares to fill a dragoness.

Shira and Kraken's First Time

It had been a long time since Shira had been with someone that shi truly loved and cared about. Well, okay, so it hadn't even been three weeks, but shi wasn't one to be patient or deal with frustration well. Hir last relationship ended as a complete disaster; shi should have known that going into a long-term relationship with someone shi barely knew wasn't a wise idea. But it was just one more lessoned learned for the herm, and one that hir new lover had already dealt with in the past. Shi smiled to hirself as shi used hir tail to rap on the entrance to Kraken's lair, trying to get his attention. "C'mon in hon!" he shouted from somewhere deep within. Shira needed no further instruction as shi walked inside, hir claws clicking against the smooth, rock surface of the cavern, light flickering against the walls from a fire built within.

Though Shira had known Kraken for nearly three years, it was only now that they had decided to become mates, after a rather lengthy discussion a few nights before. Now that they had time alone, they fully intended to enjoy it, and the thought alone was enough to make Shira grin as shi looked up at Kraken. Shi had size-shifted up to a relatively large - for hir, at least - eight feet in height, though Kraken still stood nearly double hir size, a full fifteen feet from toes to ears, plus almost another foot for his horns. The fire gave the cave walls a soft, golden glow, caused Shira's scales to shimmer in hues of orange and yellow, and further accented the gold highlights in Kraken's scales making him glow softly in the light. "Evening hon..." Shira purred, walking forward and wing-hugging hir new mate, nuzzling at his belly, "I've been looking forward to tonight."

"I have too, love," Kraken purred, stroking Shira's back softly, one paw on each side of hir head-fin, rubbing down to the tops of hir wings and back up again, snuggling hir gently. Shira continued to hold hirself close to Kraken, wrapping hir wings around him and nuzzling him gently, when shi felt a rather large lump pressing against hir chest. Chuckling quietly, shi pulled back and looked over it, only to discover that lump was Kraken's rather firm sheath.

"And it seems something of yours would love me too," Shira mused, only pulling back far enough to look over it, grinning playfully at the larger dragon, who was blushing deeply. "Oh, don't worry, it's not like I haven't ever seen a male before.." Not wasting any time, Shira nuzzled right at Kraken's sheath and grinned up at the draco-raptor, who was murring deeply at the attention. Shira sat down on the cave floor and stroked over Kraken's sheath with a paw, waiting for him to be fully aroused before shi went any further with hir attentions, firmly running hir paw up and down his thick sheath. "Gods, you must be huge, love..." shi mrrowled as shi squeezed his sheath, feeling the firming flesh within. Shi knew that it wouldn't be long before his length would peek out, and shi really could give it hir attention.

Sure enough, shi soon had a view full of cockflesh from hir mate. But it was far more than shi was expecting, as shi was presented with not one, but four cocks to stare at. And shi spent quite some time staring, using one paw to hold up the semi-erect members before hir eyes. "Four?" Shi meeped, blinking a few times to make sure hir vision was clear, "Four?" Kraken nodded down to Shira, who continued to stare in disbelief at the four dragoncocks before hir. "What am I supposed to do with four? And they're still almost soft?!" Kraken's cocks were still practically flaccid, and yet they were already six inches long, and obviously nowhere near full length. "Just how big are you, Kraken?"

"Oh, they only come up to about here," Kraken said playfully, putting a paw up at his chest, giggling as Shira's jaw dropped. "What, is that not big enough? Or do ya want more than four?" He continued to watch Shira with amusement, as shi leaned back a bit further to look over the entire mass of dragonflesh before hir, trying to figure out what to make of it.

After clearing hir throat, Shira responded weakly, "No, no, not too much... just never have seen that many at once before... not even in an orgy. So I don't know where to begin." Shi said hir last sentence rapidly, then blushed, looking up at hir new mate and hoping he would suggest something.

Smiling back down at Shira, Kraken used a paw to help point his cocks right at hir muzzle. "Dun worry if ya can't take them all," he said reassuringly, "Just as long as you enjoy yourself hon." Kraken moved one of his cocks around to gently stroke the side of Shira's muzzle, causing hir to blink. "Oh, and they're prehensile too," he grinned, "So if ya need help getting them in, you'll get it."

"Is there anything you can't do, Kraken?"

"I can't stop loving you," Kraken purred, causing Shira to blush softly.

"You're quite the romantic, hon" Shira said, looking up and smiling warmly, causing Kraken to blush.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are," shi laughed, playfully batting at one of the cocks in front of hir. "Though I think I should do something with these, since I have gotten you all worked up," shi murred, nuzzling into the cocks before hir, even though having four to tease and play with instead of one was different. Kraken murred softly and leaned back slightly, giving Shira easier access to all he had to offer. The herm wasn't entirely sure of hirself, but shi knew hir mate would enjoy anything shi did. Grinning, Shira stood up again, leaving Kraken's cocks even with hir chest. "You said they're prehensile, right?" Shi purred, taking one of the cocks into hir paw and moving it between hir legs, then another, "Well, perhaps you could stuff one into each opening, then?"

Murrring, Kraken nodded softly, wriggling his cocks teasingly against Shira's femslit and tailhole, causing hir to growl in pleasure and anticipation. His cocks were thicker than average, but not overly so; they were a tight fit, but not painful. Shi relaxed to let them into hir, and Kraken wasted little time pressing his lengths into his mate. Shira growled louder as shi was penetrated, shivering lightly from the pleasure of being so well filled. Shi hugged hirself firmly against the red dragon with hir wings, feeling his two other cocks pressing against hir body, mrrowling up at him as his cocks slowly worked deeper into hir form, hir muscles rhythmically teasing against him.

As shi was taken, Shira moved hir paws down to stroke the two cocks still dangling from Kraken's sheath, causing his growls of pleasure to grow louder, echoing off the walls of the cavern they were in. His scent was extremely strong, even for having four cocks, and it only furthered Shira's arousal as shi inhaled it deeply with each breath shi took. Licking hir muzzle, shi took one of Kraken's cocks and licked across its tip, causing him to jump slightly from the sudden sensation, surprised but enjoying it thoroughly, his murring growing even louder. Encouraged by his reaction, Shira took his thick length into hir maw, suckling lightly, hir tongue swirling over its head, then the shaft. His taste was very strong as well, his pre hot and thick as it ran over hir tongue and down hir throat.

Kraken continued to thrust both cocks into his mate, his growling vibrating his cocks slightly as they moved within the herm. Shira winghugged hir mate, pressing hir body to his, feeling his warmth against hir cool scales. Shi could still feel the remaining cock wriggling against hir form, before Kraken moved it above hir head, letting pre drip right onto hir fin, causing hir to shiver from the heat. Shi continued to take in his cocks, growling in pleasure as they worked deeper into hir pre-slickened entrances, clenching teasingly around them. Shira could feel Kraken growing even warmer with his arousal, while hir body grew colder, a side-effect of being a lunar dragoness. The heat and cold just made both dragons even more sensitive; Kraken's heat seemed to fill Shira's body, while hir cold caressed his lengths as much as hir flesh.

While Shira continued to work over three of Kraken's length's, the red dragon was paying careful attention to hir needs, and noticed hir own erect length peeking out, dripping pre onto the cave floor. Grinning to himself, he moved his unattended cock down and curled it around hir shaft, causing hir to roar muffledly in pleasure, reflexively thrusting into its tight grip. He growled in pleasure as he increased the pressure on hir length, making his cock squeeze it as tightly as hir body squeezed his other shafts, wanting to pleasure his mate as much as possible. It was having quite an effect as shi swallowed around his cock again, wanting to feel his lengths as far into hir as shi could take them, steadily growing used to the unfamiliar yet highly arousing feeling of having one dragon taking hir in every way possible. Kraken started to thrust harder into the herm, though he took care not to hurt hir, going just a little deeper with each thrust, knowing how much shi was enjoying it.

Placing his paws on Shira's shoulders to brace himself, Kraken roared loudly as he climaxed, the sound echoing off the cave's walls and into the night air beyond. His cocks swelled and pulsed slightly as his seed came through in thick waves, the movements rippling within hir. The teasing was enough to send Shira over the edge as well, hir sex and tailhole clenching tightly around the cocks within them, while hir own shaft shot out its seed and coated Kraken's length. Shi swallowed around Kraken's shaft repeatedly, leaning back slightly so his seed landed in hir mouth, but doing hir best to keep even a drop from escaping hir muzzle. Hir sex and tailhole were too tight around his cocks to let his seed back out again, causing hir to swell slightly with the sheer amount of it, far more than shi'd expect, even considering he had four cocks.

Slowly, they came off their peaks, both dragons dry-firing for several moments before finishing, Shira's sex still teasing around his cock, both of them shivering in pleasure. Kraken slowly pulled the cock out of Shira's muzzle, allowing hir to finally release a long, low murrr of pleasure. "Gods, love, that was amazing," shi purred, half-closing hir eyes as shi looked up at hir mate, "I could get used to this..."

"Ya will love. Ya will," Kraken giggled, wriggling his cocks in Shira's sex and tailhole again, sending another shiver through the herm's hyper-sensitive body.

Shira panted softly and nuzzled against hir mate's belly again, just purring contently. "I certainly hope so. And I hope that we can do this a lot more often." Shi grinned playfully up at him, tailswishing softly. Grinning back, Kraken thrust his cocks into hir again, causing hir to growl in pleasure once more. He didn't stop, though, and the two continued to play with each other for the rest of the evening, getting closer to each other in many ways...

Tainted Bronze

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

A bit dark compared to some of my work, perhaps, but I still like it. Timanth - a bronze dragon - has his wicked way with me. And while I'm not supposed to enjoy myself, I do anyway...

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Shira squeaked in fear as shi was picked up by the bronze dragon, who chuckled cruelly at hir attempts to squirm out of his grip. "Oh, what's wrong Shira?" He mused, dangling the little dragoness by the tail before his snout, his hot, humid breath washing over hir, "I thought you liked it rough! And with the way you made me chase you, you deserve to be punished." Without giving the herm a chance to reply, he dropped hir to the ground, hir tiny form bouncing with the impact against the earth below, the soft, cool grass helping to cushion hir fall.

Before Shira could react, a massive hindpaw filled hir view, blocking out light as it came down atop hir, pinning hir to the ground. He positioned it so hir muzzled remained between his toes, which rubbed against hir snout and filled the air around hir with his potent paw-musk, while giving hir a clear view of his emerging malehood above. "You... never are... gentle... Timanth..." shi gasped, squirming against the paw, trying to at least make hirself comfortable, the soft earth doing little to help support the many, many tons of dragon atop hir.

"Awww, thanks," Timanth replied, shifting a little more weight onto Shira, crushing the air from hir, but not causing any real damage, yet. "I'll let you choose your fate, since I'm feeling generous. Either start licking my paw clean, or end up as a bloody stain beneath it." He grinned as he saw Shira's eyes go wide. "better get started, if you want to live. They haven't been cleaned in months so I'm sure you'll love the taste. And make sure to get between my toes, too." He paused to squeeze them tightly around Shira's head, making hir squirm frantically. "You wouldn't want to miss a spot, would you?"

Deciding that now was not a good time to press hir luck, Shira began licking at the paw even as shi remained trapped between those two toes, hoping to appease the dragon that held sway over hir very life. Shi tried to ignore that the paw shi had been ordered to clean was the size of a house; shi just started working over his scales, wincing a bit at the taste. Timanth was right in guessing that shi liked a paw's taste, but this was so potent it nearly overwhelmed hir, the taste even further amplified by the equally-potent scent around hir and practically intoxicating hir, filling every breath shi took.

Rumbling deeply, Timanth relaxed and leaned back, letting his little captive do hir job. He kept his toes spread so Shira could work between them, occasionally squeezing hir tightly in place to remind hir what would happen if shi failed to please him. Once finished between his toes, shi began working beneath his vast sole, practically vanishing beneath him, his paw just far enough from the ground for hir to work beneath as shi crawled around on hir back. Timanth began to stroke himself, fully enjoying the attention from the tiny herm beneath his paw, how he could make hir struggle with just a small fraction of his weight, and how he could crush hir with a single twitch and end hir very existence.

Working slowly yet steadily, Shira eventually made hir way all the way to his heel, after devoting plenty of attention to the ball of Timanth's foot, and the arched that towered over hir like a cathedral ceiling; a cathedral to the cruel, god-like power he held over hir. Despite hir life being in danger, Shira was rather enjoying hirself as well, occasionally humping against the paw above hir, while trying not to make hir arousal obvious. By the time shi was finished with his paw, shi was painfully close to orgasm, hir maleness pulsing with need, and femsex soaking hir scales.

Noticing his plaything's arousal, Timanth grinned down at hir, one paw still stroking along his shaft. "Enjoying yourself as well, hmm? Maybe we can help one another then," he chuckled, using his free paw to grab Shira roughly, taking the minuscule dragoness between two fingers, before pressing hir body feet-first into the tip of his cock, leaving only hir chest ,arms, and head exposed. "Squirm, little one," Timanth commanded, his deep voice vibrating his shaft around hir tiny form, while Shira struggled to try pull hirself free of his throbbing member.

Timanth hadn't stopped stroking himself for a moment, even as he put Shira into position; he merely slowed down to give himself a chance to press hir into his shaft and soon resumed his previous pace. Each time his paw moved downward, his cocktip flared open slightly, the tiny herm trapped there getting drawn slowly inside his length; each time he stroked upward Shira was squeezed tightly, making it impossible for hir to gain any ground. Soon shi was completely within him, hir squirming form pressed right against his most sensitive nerves, making him twitch and growl with pleasure.

As shi was squeezed and pulled even deeper inside, the slick flesh inside Timanth's cock rubbed right against hir own shaft, sending pleasure through hir form as well. Shi was naught but a sex toy to this dragon, yet still was aroused by the mistreatment from hir keeper, his pleasure seeming only to increase hir own, despite his arousal coming from abusing hir. Shi still wriggled within his length, trying to hump against the walls around hir, feeling both hir and Timanth's climax building. His stroking came faster and harder, paw occasionally catching hir and squeezing with crushing force; only the firm cockflesh around hir kept hir from becoming a smear within him.

With a deafening roar, Timanth climaxed, the pulsing of his cock sending Shira over the edge with him. Hir climax was lost to his, though, as gallons of seed geysered forth, shooting Shira far into the air. The little dragoness could see nothing but white around hir, completely disoriented as shi tumbled through the air, until shi landed with bone-jarring force against the ground, still getting battered by the torrential outflowing of his seed. Shi passed into unconsciousness, his cum filling all of hir senses as shi blacked out.

Once he came down from his peak, Timanth growled deeply, once he realized he'd lost his plaything. "Maybe I shouldn't have picked a white," he muttered to himself, looking down at the puddle of his seed. He grinned again as he thought of how to find hir, and to punish hir for enjoying this so much. Taking his still semi-erect member in paw, he relieved his other need, pussing into the pool of seed. The sudden burst of warm, acidic fluid woke Shira with a start, the herm coughing and sputtering as shi put hir paws up to try stop the golden waterfall, though shi was unable to stop hirself from being thoughly marked and drenched, some even making its way into hir muzzle from the sheer pressure with which it hit hir, nearly breaking bones.

"There you are," he mused darkly, looking down at the soaked dragoness, too battered to even move. Shira panted as shi looked up at the dragon towering over hir once again, this time unable to make an escape, not that shi got very far last time shi made Timanth chase hir down. "I changed my mind about the rules of this little game," he said, glancing right down at hir, "I think I'll just crush you anyway. Make sure you crunch nicely when I flatten you, okay?" Unable to draw enough breath to even squeak something in reply, Shira was helpless to his whims, his other, still-filthy paw coming down atop hir, pinning hir into the ground. Though it had been softened slightly by all the fluids, shi was still quite uncomfortable under all that wait.

Sighing contently, Timanth began to stroke himself again as he felt the dragoness squirming underpaw, increasing the pressure on hir until Shira was sure shi was going to burst, then releasing it slightly only to press back down onto hir again. Many of Shira's bones were straining with the pressure, even bending and warping, but nothing truly damaged yet. Above, Timanth began to stroke faster and faster, pressing down harder on Shira, only the slight deforming and the softness of the ground keeping hir alive now, as shi wriggled desperately, unable to even breathe under all that pressure. The bronze could feel hir erection pressing against his paw even now, as Shira seemed aroused by the thought of even hir own death.

Roaring again, Timanth once again went over the edge, his paw quickly crushing down atop Shira, causing hir to crunch wetly beneath him, popping in a fraction of a second. As he rode his orgasm, he ground his foot against the ground, grinding Shira into a completely unrecognizable mess, even hir tiny scales getting stained so they no longer would seem white. There was no chance at all anyone or anything would ever recognize hir remains, not that anything would ever bother looking in a puddle of cum for hir. After coming off his peak, and realizing that his plaything had been crushed into oblivion, Timanth rose his paw up and gave one last stomp onto Shira's remains, splattering them, making absolutely sure shi'd never be recognized. Then he walked off, grinning to himself, sexually satisfied for now. It wouldn't be long before he'd want another micro to sate him, though...

Loving Tentacle Monster (art by Vash)

A commission from Vash, of Kraken showing wet, spoogy love.

Kraken Uber-yiff

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Shira meeped softly as shi woke to a splash that soaked every one of hir scales. As shi shook hir head and tried to clear hir vision, shi heard a familiar chuckling from above, rumbling the ground beneath hir. "Morning hun," shi heard that voice rumble, another splash nearly catching hir off-guard again, but shi managed to keep this from completely coating hir muzzle again, and sat up after just a moment.

"Good morning..." shi replied sleepily, blinking hir vision clear. Instead of looking over at hir mate, though, shi saw nothing more than a massive red foot before hir. Hir entire body was barely a fifth the size of one of the mammoth toes before hir. Shi meeped again and crawled backwards a few inches, blinking a few more times to make sure shi really was awake. "Kraken, love, you're huge..."

"And the pink dinos are coming out to play," Kraken said, grinning down at his mate as four cocks were already coming from his sheath, dripping pre steadily, drops large as hir body. Shira was not about to complain as shi licked a little at the liquid already on hir muzzle, tasting his maleness even in that single drop shi was coated with. Still grinning, Kraken crouched down, letting his cocks wave right over Shira's head, pre flowing like a light drizzle, his scent filling the air around hir.

Without any further warning, Kraken slid his foot forward and pinned Shira between two toes, rubbing right between hir legs with the side of one of them. The little white dragoness couldn't resist hirself and started to hump against it, rapidly growing erect, adding the comparatively tiny amount of juices shi could produce to what was already slickening hir body.

Kraken didn't stop there, though. After Shira was fully hard, he moved his foot and pinned hir firmly but harmlessly underneath a toe, rubbing it against both hir groin and hir snout. Without a word, Shira began to lick at its surface, murring loudly as shi did so, the strong but always loved taste of hir mate's footpaw filling hir sense of taste, mixed with just a little of his pre as it dripped around hir. He continued to rub and tease hir with that toe until shi had rubbed or licked every scale shi could reach, quickly moving another toe over hir body to let hir repeat.

Though Shira was constantly under the attentions of hir mate's paw, shi couldn't bring hirself to climax. The scent of Kraken's paw and arousal were growing ever-stronger around hir, arousing hir even further, hir shaft throbbing with need but shi remained unable to go over the edge. After Shira had finished with his left foot, Kraken stepped back to show off his body to Shira, posing with hir directly between his feet. Shi could see directly up his long legs, watch his tail swishing behind him, though shi looked right at all of his cocks, eight of them now, seeming to grow harder, thicker, and longer the more shi stared. Another few moments passed and shi realized Kraken's entire body was growing, and he lifted his right foot and planted it squarely upon hir, pressing hir into the earth below.

Growling even louder in pleasure, Shira once again rubbed against the underside of one of hir mate's paws, but this time Kraken didn't just try to pin hir. He started to shift all of his weight onto that paw as he stood up again, Shira's upturned snout getting buried in his sole, the little herm conforming to the shape of his paw. After he had settled his weight down onto hir, he lifted his foot, only to bring it down upon hir again, stomping hir into the earth even further. His stomp came down in the exact same spot his paw had been in before, leaving his footprint even deeper, and larger as he expanded. Where he was once 300 times Shira's size, he was now passing 500 times larger, making Shira seem like a small ant.

After spending nearly two minutes stomping Shira into the earth, Kraken stepped back again, letting Shira look over his body once again. He spread his wings, seeming to fill the sky with his presence, without even having to step off the ground. And then, like a mountain coming down on Shira, he crouched again, his prehensile cocks moving around over hir head. Shi paused to count again, able to count at least ten, though it was hard for hir to be sure as they kept moving.

One of those cocks moved right for hir and pressed down on hir just like Kraken's foot had a few moments earlier, pressing hir into the ground and smothering hir with his arousal this time. Shira tried to hug around it with hir wings, even though shi couldn't get around even a tenth of its diameter, rubbing hirself against him. Soon, though, that cock pulled back, to tease its head between hir legs, forcing them apart to stroke hir slit. Shi gasped at the feeling, spreading hir legs far as shi could, despite being nearly small enough to fit into the slit on that cocktip.

Growling, Kraken moved his cock back and curled it around Shira's tail, pulling hir deftly into the air and leaving hir to dangle right before hi sheath, and the rest of his cocks. They still seemed to be growing even in proportion to his body, and continued to multiply; there had to be at least sixteen now. Shira growled back at hir mate, barely heard as shi was a mere 1000th his size, just larger than a grain of sand in his scale. He moved his cocks expertly, though, despite having such a tiny target, and Shira soon felt five cocks on hir body, one coiled around each of hir arms, legs, and hir tail, spreading hir wide even as they coated hir with even more of his strongly-scented pre. Shi was nearly convinced shi could drown just from the scent of it, as it completely overwhelmed hir sense of smell, Kraken intentionally aiming his cocktips to soak hir entire body with each little drop of pre.

Soon, Shira felt another cocktip teasing between hir now-spread legs, sending a shiver through hir tiny form. Kraken didn't stop himself this time and pressed that shaft directly into Shira's femsex, the tiny dragoness letting out a roar of pure pleasure as shi was spread even wider by it, the massive member teasing every nerve within hir at once. As Shira roared, Kraken moved another cock into hir muzzle, wriggling its tip against hir snout to press it in, stretching hir out even more, and forcing his pre directly into hir muzzle and throat, giving hir a constant taste of him. At the same time, Kraken moved yet another cock against hir tailhole and pressed it into hir as well. Shira could feel the cocks within hir tailhole and sex rubbing against one another within hir, and clenched around them both, earing hir yet another spurt of pre from all of his cocks.

Despite having eight of his cocks on Shira, Kraken still had plenty to spare, most of the others waving in the air around Shira, pre spurting onto and around hir body. After a few moments, Kraken jammed another cock into each of Shira's openings, earning a muffled mrrrr from the dragoness and a larger spurt of hir pre from hir shaft. As Kraken realized he was neglecting that part of his mate, he moved yet another of his cocks down to stroke hir, teasing hir with the cockslit, sending shivers through hir over and over again.

Twelve cocks were working over or into Shira's body, one way or another, but Kraken now had 24 more than Shira could handle, all of them aimed right at the little dragoness, soaking hir with wave after wave of thick pre, drenching hir outside just as hir insides were being soaked, leaving hir extremely slick inside and out. Kraken's cocks moved faster over hir as shi mrred, both of them nearing their climaxes together. Shira humped back against the cock teasing over hir shaft, while swallowing and clenching around those within hir and using hir wings to tease any others shi could reach. Shi nearly closed hir eyes in pleasure, but shi wanted to see the other cocks all moving around hir, almost as some kind of alien dance.

At least, neither dragon nor dragoness could hold back any longer. Shira's climax was completely lost to Kraken's, as shi was coated with untold gallons of seed, inside and out. Shi swelled like a scaled balloon as Kraken filled hir, while outside shi looked like a rather wet, white ball, indistinguishable from the rest of the seed all around hir. Shi mrred once again as shi was filled and soaked, hir view going completely white...

...suddenly, hir view went from white to a view of Kraken's muzzle just over hirs, as he pulled the sheets off from over his mate's head. "You okay, love? You were awfully loud in your sleep..."

Blushing deeply, Shira tried to cover hirself up, but shi knew Kraken probably had noticed hir scent by now, if nothing else. "Oh, just had a dream... quite a good one, at that..."

Playtime with Tianis (art by Bushycat)

Little me on a big, sexy black dragon. Bushy said that this picture killed her black marker. :) Received at RCFM 2004.

The Capture

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A bit different than some of the stuff I write now, in that it's actually predominantly not macro/micro-oriented, but it was quite enjoyable writing this anyway. Written in the second-person for someone I, unfortunately, am no longer in touch with, it's meant to be enjoyed as if it's happening to you, assuming this is your thing. Can't think of much more to say, other than "Enjoy."

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You wake up, groggy, with a dull ache in the back of your head. As you try to move, you feel your paws chained to the wall. Slowly, memories of earlier that day return, still blurred, but enough to explain your current situation. There was... something that passed by, then something hit your head, knocking you unconscious. It wasn't painful - you remember that much - but everything else seems distant, like a fading dream.

The room you're in has just one window; the evening sun shining through it is the only light. Other than the sound of waves, there is silence. You can't see anything but the sky through the window, but you guess you're on the coastline somewhere. But where is somewhere? It doesn't really matter, you decide, slowly drifting off into sleep again...

You're awakened by the sound of a door opening, but it's far too dark to see, now that the room's completely dark. A small anthro-tiger, maybe five feet tall, walks in with a lantern, bringing the light toward you. "Cap'n! We gonna do da usual t' this 'un?" That's when you notice another form in the shadows, standing near the door.

You can't tell who or what it is, but it looks much bigger than the tiger. All you can see is a small flame on its... tail?

"No..." a deep voice rumbles, "I have other things in mind for this one... please, put out the light."

"Aye, Captain," the tiger says. With that, the lantern is extinguished, and the sound of the door closing is the only sign that the tiger has left. Now, you're alone with who- or whatever has that flame. A deep chuckle comes from across the room as the creature walks toward you, the fire on its tail still burning bright in the darkness.

The creature walks casually, swinging the flame-tipped tail idly as it comes closer. Once within a few feet, the tail moves in front of you, letting you see what was standing before you. It's an anthrodragon, a good two feet taller than you are, with bright red-orange scales. Judging from the look of the dragon – who isn't wearing any clothes – it's a he. And he looks powerful; stronger than you are, at least. "So," he says, a smirk on his muzzle, "Comfortable? I do hope you'll enjoy what's next as much as I will." He re-lights the lantern with his tail, the eerie light keeping it only bright enough for you to see him without the fire on his tail lighting his body.

He places a hand on your face, gently stroking your muzzle. "My name's Charassor," he says, "And do you know why you're here? Never mind, you'll find out soon enough." He kneels in front of you, looking over your body for a moment. "So... a herm..." he muses, the tone definitely hinting at something. But what, exactly, you can't quite put a claw on. He stands back up and slips something over your face, a muzzle of some kind, clamping it shut.

"Now, you're going to do what I say. Got it?" Without waiting for you answer – not that you could answer him right now – he undoes the bonds holding you to the wall, letting you move freely again, except for you muzzle. But before you get too comfortable, something pulls your head upwards, forcing you to look back up into Charassor's fire-red eyes. Remembering his warning, you decide not to resist, especially since it looks like he's strong enough to break you in half if he tried.

Charassor presses himself against you, softly mrrring. It isn't long before something hard begins to come out of his sheath, growing longer my the minute. He pulls on your 'leash' every so often, looking down into your eyes. Once his cock reaches its full length, Charassor slowly moves lower on your back, then presses his cock against your tailhole, forcing himself inside you. "Oh, yesss..." he growls as he thrusts inside you, a pleased smile on his face. He wraps his arms around you in a hug from behind, pinning your arms to your sides, as he continues for a while, his growls slowly growing louder and deeper.

But as Charassor's cock is buried deep inside you, you feel your own arousal starting to grow. You cock now comes forth, but Charassor's 'hug' keeps you from doing anything. It doesn't take long for Charassor to notice, though, as he slowly moves his right hand down your body, keeping hold of your muzzle's leash in his left. Even through your muzzle, you manage a muffled moan as he places his hand on your shaft and begins stroking it to its full length, teasing the tip with his thumb.

You lock eyes with Charassor as he pulls on the leash again, but there's something in his eyes, an unspoken message. They seem to claim you as his, and his alone. His growling continues to grow louder as he feel his pre inside you. The light grows brighter as Charassor's climax comes closer, the flame on his tail becoming a raging fire. His movement is quicker now, both as he thrusts inside you and rubs your cock, smiling as he feels your pre on his paw.

It takes only a few more moments for Charassor to climax, sending waves of his hot seed into you. As he tenses, you feel yourself go over the edge, peaking in the same moment. He just stands behind you for a moment, savoring the feeling, before he withdraws from you, then licks your seed of his hand. "Yes, I thought you'd be useful," he mrrrs, leading you back to the wall. But, this time, he doesn't tie you back to the wall; he just releases your muzzle. "Something tells me you don't want to leave. I'm sure you'll want to do this again..." He smiles, gently caressing your face. "It's been a long time since I've found such an eager partner..." The happy glow on his face fades as he continues.

"I remember my first mate," he says with a sigh, "We were together every moment we could be. I loved him so... but, one day, he took ill. We tried to save him but..." As he pauses, you notice a single tear running down his right check. "You remind me of him so – your looks, your likes... Please, stay, I beg of you, at least for this night..." He hugs you as he waits for your answer. You think about it for a moment, then decide there would be no harm in staying; you enjoyed tonight anyway. You nod. Charassor hugs you again as he sees the nod, thanking you for staying. "I'll personally make sure you're provided for. Until morning..." He embraces you in a kiss, then walks out, leaving you alone for the night, with only your thoughts for company.

As the lantern light flickers in the darkness, reminding you of the dragon's flaming tail, you keep thinking back to what Charassor demanded from you, and how his demands seemed to pleasure you as much as they pleased him. And his offer, to stay as a lover, seems almost too enjoyable. As you curl up to sleep for the night, you can't help but wonder how long it is until morning, and Charassor's next visit...

The next morning

You're again awakened by the sound of someone coming through the door; this time, the morning sun lets you see who it is clearly. You're slightly disappointed that it isn't Charassor, but it is another anthrodragon. This one is a lot smaller than Charassor; he couldn't be more than three feet tall. His scales are indigo-blue, his wings are just a little lighter than that. You notice is long tail, half again as long as he is tall, trailing behind him. And his wings seem quite large for a dragon his size, easily seven feet long from tip-to-tip as he stretches them out.

"Good morning," he says, "I'm Altair. Charassor told me to take care of you while he's out for the morning, so I thought I'd bring you breakfast." You smile back down at Altair as he sets your meal before you, then sits down nearby. "I... I hope you don't mind if I stay, do you?" As you shake your head no, his scales seem to shift to a slightly lighter shade of blue than they were a moment ago.

As you eat, Altair starts telling you about himself. "I've only been on Charassor's crew for a little while, compared to some of the people here, but we've gotten along really well. I joined his sailing crew because I wanted to meet new people, and to see the world. I guess it worked, since he's letting me see you now..." he reaches over and gently scritches your leg, smiling affectionately up at you. There's something special about him, something you feel with him that you didn't quite feel from Charassor last night. As much as you enjoyed it, you wonder for a moment if Altair would ever do anything with you. Something tells you he feels the same, as he tenderly strokes your leg and smiles.

When you finish eating, Altair picks up the dished and turns to leave. But, he looks back and says, "I... hope I'll see you again." As he walks out, you feel the same. He seemed friendly enough, and there was just something about him, something that made you wish he would stay. Above, you hear a sudden roar of noise, as if something had happened. You hear the door quickly being thrown open as Altair comes back in. "Charassor... he... just come with me!" You follow him as he flies through the corridors, leading you up to the surface, and Charassor.

You see Charassor standing on a large rock, looking out over the crowd, with another dragon at his side. "Everyone!" he roars to get the attention of the crowd, his tail-flame burning brightly, "After searching the islands, I've found my mate once more!" He stops to hug him, a few embers flying from his tail. "Now that I've found what I've been searching for, I want you all to do the same! Go, and follow your dreams!" The crowd cheers as Charassor takes off with his mate, the two going inland to be alone together.

Altair gently strokes your leg – he couldn't reach any higher even if he wanted to – drawing your attention. "Looks like he won't be back for a while. He can be gone for days at a time..." He leads you back down to your room, talking the rest of the way down. Then he sits back down with you, apparently wanting to continue the conversation. "So... have you ever... been in love?" he asks, and you notice him turn a few shades redder as he blushes.

You shake your head no; you've never really felt close to anyone before. Usually you end up alone. It's been getting to you lately, actually, but Altair, this small, color-changing dragon; there just seems to be something about him. You gently reach down and rub his wings, causing Altair to mrrr softly and smile at the touch. Altair stretches out his tail and rubs it against your arm as you caress his wings, trying to return the favor. He seems to enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his, at least until a loud crashing sound outside and a piercing, feminine voice shrieking, "Altair, help me!" interrupts you.

"Excuse me..." Altair says, grumbling under his breath. He comes back a few minutes later, but he isn't three feet tall anymore; he's only about two inches in height. "I needed to help her. She's friendly, but..." he pauses as he catches the surprised look on your face. You know you can't just be imagining this, but how did he shrink? "Let me guess, you're wondering what happened to me. Well, I know some magic, and changing my size is my favorite thing to do. Besides, I kind of like being this size, even if it is a little small at times."

That explains it. You wonder what other abilities Altair might have, but decide not to ask. He affectionately scritches your side as you sit down again, giving you a bit of a hug by stretching his wings out around you. He acts like he's done this before – he did say he liked being that size, after all. Altair continues for a while, but then says, "I'm getting hungry. Would you like me to get you some lunch?" You nod, even if you are still a little full from breakfast.

Altair flies off and returns about twenty minutes later with a fairly small lunch compared to the breakfast he brought, but no less delicious looking. He had grown to a few feet tall to carry the food, but returns to 2" tall once he puts the food down. "Do you mind if I have a little bit of that?" he asks, moving a small portion of his side of the plate with his wings. He seems fairly creative, you think, and wonder what else he's come up with as an adaptation to his size. You talk over lunch, exchanging your life's stories.

Altair, it turns out, wasn't brought to this world by choice, but eventually made a home for himself. He decided to join up with Charassor and sail around the oceans because he's always wanted to explore. Though one storm left him stranded on an island for a while, even that sounded like a fairly enjoyable experience. "There's always something more out there; I feel like I want to keep looking for something... it's almost like something's missing, but I never can find it..." he takes one look into your eyes, then glances away, like he wants to say something, but doesn't know how.

You gently place your tailtip on his shoulder, stroking him with it. He slowly turns back around and looks up at you again, smiling softly. "I don't know what it is about you," he says, reaching up to hug your tail, "But I feel relaxed around you, so comfortable, like I've known you for ages. Anyway, would you like to take a look around? It's not like we're keeping you prisoner." He opens the door, and you follow him out.

The complex is labyrinthine, but Altair seems to know the way around. He leads you thought just about everything interesting, eventually taking you outside. It's late afternoon now; Altair grows to about three-quarters of your size and takes a lantern from someone else on the crew and lights it before you go any further. "There's one last thing I want to show you," he says, walking away from the complex. A few minutes later he stops, for no obvious reason. "Look around," he says, holding up the lantern for you to see.

Nightfall

You see that Altair's led you to the beach; the ocean waves lap against the sand on one side, trees rustle idly in the breeze on the other. The stars are just starting to come out, and the moon is peeking over the eastern horizon. "Charassor would bring me here from time time to time," Altair says, sitting down and looking into the moon for a moment before turning back towards you. "There's nobody else around, if you want to... um... you know..."

Altair's turns a few shades redder as he blushes while stumbling over his words. But what he can't stay in words, he does instead, gently rubbing his tail against yours, and smiling as he hears your soft cry of contentment. "There... there's one thing I've always wanted to try..." he says, "M... may I?" You nod in consent; you were hoping he would ask. He stands up and gives you a hug, smiling back up into your eyes. You feel him trying to pull you down as he hugs, so you decide to go along with it, taking you and Altair down to the white sands.

With a soft chuckle, Altair caresses you, gently running his paws across your chest and down your body. Then he takes one paw and begins to massage the area around your sheath, gradually drawing out your cock. You notice his scales are slowly reddening as his own arousal comes forth. He looks back up at your face, then slides down your body and draws your cock into his mouth, suckling on it softly and stroking it with his long, slender tongue. Slowly, he turns and lays atop you, his own member just in front of your muzzle.

You give Altair's cock a cautious lick, causing him to mrrr with pleasure. He continues to suck on your arousal, enjoying your own pleasured sounds. You feel him moving his long, agile tail back down your body, stroking your side with it. He eventually moves it all the way past his head, slowly rubbing it along the base of your shaft, then working it inside your feminine opening, mrring a bit louder as he feels the slick surfaces around his tail. He moves his tail around inside you slowly, teasingly, enjoying every sound and move you make.

Altair's cock hardens fully now, and you take his idea and begin to suck it in the same way he does yours. He lets out a soft growl as you do, giving your cocktip a lick with his tongue and getting a taste of your pre. He shivers with pleasure as your warmth combines with his to overtake the coolness of the night, and your scent begins to fill the air. Ad all the time, he continues to move his tail inside you and tenderly lick at your shaft, driven on by your sounds of pleasure.

It's too much for you to resist as you quickly reach your climax, your peak drawing Altair's as well. He drinks your seed as it fills his muzzle, growling happily at the taste. Once you've recovered slightly, he turns around again, looking deep into your eyes. "That was wonderful... I had hoped you'd like that too..." He gives you a soft kiss, wrapping his wings around you in a hug. "But we'd better go back now, before anyone misses us."

Altair helps you up, smiling up at you once you're back on your feet. He wraps one wing around you as he leads you back, taking your paw in his. "I hope I can be with you every moment I can," you hear him whisper, and you feel the same for him. You feel like you've found something you've been missing, and never want to be alone again.

Dawn

The next morning, you wake up with a smile. Altair took you back to your room, and asked if he could stay. You agreed, as you were hoping for the company. He shrunk back to about two feet tall, and you remember him purring as you cuddled him almost like a living teddy-dragon. He fell asleep in your arms; you dozed off only a few moments later.

You can't believe how things turned out. You had never planned on meeting anyone, and Altair said he thought the same, yet you're with him now. Even if you tried, you couldn't find a reason not to want to be with him. He seems to be such a caring dragon, and he looks so happy as you hold him, you know he's being sincere. As you cuddle him a bit closer, he yawns softly and wakes up. "Good morning," he says, giving you a soft nuzzle. "Did you sleep well?" You nod. How couldn't you have slept well with him?

Altair chuckles softly. "You were growling a bit in your sleep, but I thought it was kind of reassuring..." he nuzzles into your chest again with a purr. He seems perfectly happy to just be with you, and you enjoy his presence just the same. "I don't know why," Altair continues, "But I just feel something from you that I've never felt before. I'm usually independent, but right now, I just want to be with you." You hold him closer, nodding in silent agreement. He seems so much like you, a perfect match.

"So," he says, smiling up towards you, "Should I fetch breakfast?" You let him go, and he returns a few minutes later with more than enough food for both of you. You chat some more over breakfast, sharing more about yourself with Altair. "Just wondering, but is there anything you like? Charassor had his own ideas for 'playtime', but what do you like doing?" He seems a bit shy in asking, though you decide to answer anyway. You rather liked the way Charassor had muzzled you the one night, how he could dominate you so readily, though you weren't a very unwilling victim.

With a nod, Altair tells you about his own likes. "Remember how I said I like being small? I like the thought of being powerless to someone so much bigger than I am, all I can do is what I'm forced to..." He blushes a bit after saying that, looking up towards you. It sounds like you both have similar tastes: you being dominated by being bound, Altair by sheer size. "Um... I better clean this up," he says, gathering the breakfast dishes and darting out.

You feel so open around Altair. He seems to listen to your every thought, and agreeing with most of it. And you could tell Altair wasn't normally so open with people either, but wanted to share everything he could. He comes back a few minutes later, though now only six inches tall, carrying a bag with his tail. He puts the bag off in the corner of the room and walks over towards you again, smiling.

"I brought everything I might need for the rest of the day, so I can spend the time with you," he explains, giving you a tender scritching. Smiling, you reach down and give him a soft hug, causing the tiny dragon to purr happily as he nuzzles into it. You just hold him for a short while, perfectly content just being here. Altair's scales slowly fade to a sky-blue shade as the happiness he feels makes itself clear, even if he doesn't say anything. For once, everything just seems right...

Two Weeks Later

Altair has moved into the room you were given, adding his bed and few personal items to the spacious room. You've taken to sleeping with him, his warmth assuring you that all's well, even on the coldest nights. And yet, he warms your hard as well, with a soft warmth in your soul that surfaces every time you think of him.

It's late evening, with the light outside beginning to dim as the sun sets. Altair brought dinner already - the meals here were always excellent - and seemed eager to talk. You never thought you could be so happy just talking with someone. He smiles and nuzzles into you, tenderly wrapping his wings around your neck.

He smiles to you, with the look of pure happiness on his face. You smile back, feeling the same. This is perfect, almost too perfect, but very real. Finding something deep within your heart, you say, "I love you," the words ringing truer than anything you've ever said before. You notice a tear in Altair's eye, but he doesn't cry.

"I love you too," he says, nuzzling deeply into your neck. In this moment, it seems like the entire world is at peace. Problems mean nothing; only this matters. You want to be with him forever, and wish he would never leave. "I've never felt this close to someone before..." he says; your thoughts exactly. You just hug him closer, giving nothing else a thought.

The sun goes down, and you let Altair go for long enough to light the lantern. He looks back towards you, but doesn't run back like he usually does. Instead, he takes a look around for something inside his bag, obviously with something in mind. "I... you said you liked what Charassor did?" he asks. You nod. Altair quickly grows to 18 feet tall, then pulls something out of his bag, hiding it behind his back. He walks over and, before you can even see it, he slips a muzzle onto you, closing the button-like clasp.

Atair moves gently, being careful with you. He pulls slightly on the leash, bringing your head around to meet his gaze. "May I?" he asks, looking deep into your eyes, "I'll only do it if you want me to." Even with the muzzle on, you manage to smile and nod. Altair smiles back, gently kissing your neck. You feel him rubbing against you, softly as his cock slowly comes out of its sheath. He presses into you, taking things much slower than Charassor did, allowing you more time to enjoy yourself.

You feel a tug on the leash as Altair moves it from his hand to the grip of his extremely long and agile tail, freeing up both his paws. He embraces you, slowly rubbing your body as he begins to thrust into you. You hear him mrrrring softly, and you're rather enjoying this yourself. He slowly moves his right hand down your body, rubbing near your groin to try draw your own cock out.

There seems to be a balance in Altair's mind, one between trying to pleasure you and satisfy his own curiosity. He moves slowly, gently, trying not to hurt or scare you. Altair tenderly rubs a claw across your cocktip as it comes forth, continuing his rhythmic movement inside you. Despite him being just three-quarters of Charassor's size, Altair fills you even more than Charassor, though you don't object in the least.

With a soft tug on your leash, Altair pulls your face around to meet his again. He smiles, taking another look into your eyes. Then he pulls you closer and gives you a kiss, assuring you of his feelings. Even as he kisses, he rubs your cock, drawing out its full length. He holds it tightly in his paw, rubbing along its length and occasionally teasing your cocktip with a claw, rubbing underneath your muzzle with his free paw.

You can feel Altair's pre within your depths, the warmth of his cock building. Altair mrrrs quietly, thrusting a bit erratically as he feels his climax nearing. You also leave your pre on Altair's paw, allowing his to rub you more easily. You only hope Altair's enjoying this as much as you are.

With a growl of pleasure, Altair comes, filling you with his seed. He strokes you for a few moments longer, then withdraws himself, thinking for a moment. Without saying a word, he moves to your front and takes your cock into his muzzle, giving it a long, slow lick. Even through the muzzle, you manage a moan as you too climax, giving Altair a muzzleful to swallow.

Smiling, Altair looks up to you, letting the leash fall out of his tail. He stands and takes your muzzle off, allowing you completely free movement again. "That was nice..." he says; you nod in agreement, hoping he'll do this again sometime. He tosses the leash and muzzle into the corner, embracing you in a winghug. There's nothing to say; words can't describe how you feel at the moment. You gradually doze off in Altair's hold, his wings keeping you warm through the night.

Three Days Later

You're still asleep when Altair wakes up; he smiles as he gazes up to your closed eyes. Once again, you're holding him, his muzzle in your chest, and he rather enjoys being cuddled that way through the night. "Maybe, if shi's asleep, shi won't mind if I..." he looks up again, making sure you really are asleep, then begins to shrink himself, falling out of your arms as he does. He decides to become even smaller than his usual height, to just over a tenth of an inch, just large enough to be noticeable.

Slipping beneath the covers, Altair begins to walk down your body, holding the sheets up over his head. He can just see well enough in the dark to know where he is. He continues to walk across your stomach, stopping as he nears your sheath, looking into it. It's more than large enough to hold him inside, given his current size. Mrrrring with anticipation, he slides inside head first, hearing you make a soft sound in your sleep.

It's fairly warm inside you sheath, with a faint musk in the air. Altair loves it. He climbs further inside, until he's met with your dormant cock. Softly, Altair presses himself against it, mrring softly as he feels you twitch slightly. He continues to rub you, stroking near the tip, and being rewarded as he feels it begin to harden. This is a situation he's rather familiar with, as he almost instinctually holds onto your lengthening cock with his wings, freeing his paws to stroke you, as he begins to rub his entire body against it.

Altair eventually feels your sheath rubbing against his back, his body making it a little more difficult than normal for your member to come out. It takes a moment, the pressure on his tiny form building, though it does eventually press out, forcing Altair with it. But as it does, Altair notices something. The sheets aren't there anymore. He looks around, still holding on to your cocktip, until he sees you looking down at him; he's managed to wake you up. Though you really don't mind how he's awakened you, you growl down at him anyway, being more far playful than threatening.

But Altair mis-reads the message as a threat, and quickly begins to rub you again, only slightly nervous. He's sure he can please you, if you allow him the chance. Your soft sounds of pleasure urge him on. It isn't long before Altair begins to become aroused himself, rubbing his body against you to try fill his own needs. Your pre splashes him directly in the face, dripping down and coating his entire, tiny form, making him quite slippery. He begins to slide off your cockhead, but catches himself using his wings once again. It's enough to give you an idea, though, as you carefully take him into your paw and begin to rub him along your length, pleasuring Altair as much as it serves your own desires.

Within your paw, Altair stretches out his wings and wraps them around your cock, wiggling against you. But he isn't wiggling to get away, he's almost overcome with the feeling. You feel his own pre on your length, assuring you of his enjoyment. You hold yourself back, rubbing slowly, to prolong the feeling. And Altair doesn't seem to mind at all, as he continues to do all he can to please you, occasionally giving you a soft lick, getting a taste of you.

The small taste Altair gets, however, is nothing compared to what he's very close to getting. You begin to rub yourself faster, Altair mrrring within your grasp, feeling the warmth build. Your scent fills the air around Altair, the tiny dragon taking in a long, deep breath of it. You bring him near your cocktip, holding him there for the last few moments before your climax. Somehow, he manages to escape your grasp, climbing inside your cock, only leaving his tail outside.

Before you can 'rescue' him, your climax hits, the wave forcing Altair into the air. He lands on your stomach in a small pool of seed, shiverering at the feeling of the pleasurable warmth around him. You feel his tiny tongue as he drinks his fill, though he's left there, and can't quite pull himself out. Smiling, you pick him up on your claw, holding him up to your face. He smilers nervously, not sure how to explain himself, though an explanation is the one thing you don't really need. Instead, you carefully place him inside your maw, sucking him clean.

Altair presses into your tongue, needing only a few moments to reach his climax as well, giving you a taste of his own seed. You can't help but laugh softly; he seems so eager to do things, even at his size. As you pull him back out of your mouth, Altair gently scritches your muzzle, purring. "I... I hope you don't mind me waking you up..." he says, this time his smile being anything but nervous. You shake your head, giving him another playful slurp and returning the smile.

You lay back down, gently closing your paw around Altair. It doesn't take long for Altair to doze off in your gentle, loving grasp. Similarly, you feel sleep begin to overtake you as well, taking you back to the realm of dreams. There will be plenty of time to clean up later, not that you really care about that right now. You have more important things to do right now, like sleep, and dream about Altair...

Four Days Later

Every day, it seems like you and Altair are growing closer, like every time you say, "I love you," it holds more meaning than the time before. Altair's even said it's like he needs to be with you, because something's missing when he isn't. And though you and Altair yiff rather frequently, your love runs far deeper than just physical attraction. You feel like you have almost everything in common with him, and never even want to think about being alone.

You've exchanged plenty of ideas with Altair, thoughts, hopes, dreams, and fantasies. It just seems natural talking to him, another so much like yourself. He seems to remember a few things you tell him, and you can tell he's been getting ideas, as he smiles one night and says, "So... would you like me to... try something?" He never seems able to say things like that outright, but you still get the idea and you nod your consent. "Okay... just lay down on the bed."

As you lay down, Altair grows to nearly 30' tall, nearly enough to have his wingtips brush against the ceiling. He pulls something out of his bag – rope, maybe? Before Altair does anything, though, he looks at you and asks, "Do you trust me with this?" He's made it clear in the past that he never wants to do anything without your agreement first, and this is no exception. Again, you nod. though you aren't entirely sure what he had in mind, you think you're going to enjoy it.

Smiling back down, Altair carefully ties your arms and legs to the bed, keeping you from moving more than a few inches, except for your long neck. The 'rope' he used is quite soft, ensuring it doesn't hurt at all. He begins to shrink now, stopping when he reaches four feet tall. Chuckling, he stands on your chest you could easily reach him with your long neck if you wanted to. "So, you comfortable?" He doesn't wait for answer, sliding down your stomach to reach your sheath.

Altair slides his arm into your sheath, stroking you and your dormant cock within it. He moves slowly, teasingly, hearing your pleasured sounds. Then he pulls out his arm and sticks his head inside, nuzzling into your now-lengthening member. You hear his muffled mrrr as he nuzzles some more, though it isn't long before you length forces him out of your sheath.

Smiling, Altair gives your cock a lick, trying to get a taste of you. He never seems to tire of trying to please you, in any way he can, and the look on his face suggests he's enjoying this too. As your cock lengthens, he slowly moves up your body, mrrring loudly as he rubs himself against you. You pull against the ropes holding you in place, without success.

Eventually, you reach your full length, and Altair seems to have more ideas. He slides off your cock and wraps his long, agile tail around it, rubbing you with the fine scales as he walks back up your body. He stands just in reach of your long neck now, as you get an idea of your own. You lean down and lick his own cock, sending shivers through his form as he presses back into your tongue.

You develop a rhythm, licking Altair at the time he leans forward, then allowing him to lean back, sliding his coiled tail up and down around your cock. You let out a wave of pre, most of it soaking Altair's tail and backside. He doesn't mind that he's wet – quite the opposite, actually. Your ropes are being strained by your movements now, as you desperately try to reach your climax.

Altair does a good job of prolonging it, though, slowing his movements slightly as he feels your warmth build. But that barely matters to you now, as you're almost overcome with pleasure. You lick Altair almost aimlessly, the spurts of pre he lets out not even registering in your mind; all you can really focus on is the incredible feeling that seems to go on forever.

But all good things do come to an end in time. Altair climaxes first, leaving his seed on your tongue. The taste is enough to drive you over the edge as well, as your cock sends forth a stream of white powerfully enough to knock Altair down face-first, onto your stomach, as the waves of seed wash over him. He turns over, now laying on his back, taking as much of your seed as he can, but it seems unlikely he'll be able to take it all.

As sense slowly returns to your mind, you coil your tongue around Altair, holding him gently within the grasp. Your taste lingers on his form as you lick off some of your own seed from his body, causing him to let out a long, loud mrrrrrrr as your tongue caresses his form. As you let him out, you manage to say, "Thank you," letting out another soft sound as he kisses your chest.

"You're welcome," he says, smiling, "And thank you." He carefully flies up towards your wrist and unbinds you there, then goes towards your ankles and unties those as well, letting you move freely. You stroke him with your tail as he climbs back up your leg, showing your affections for him. He purrrs and rubs back, giving your tail a soft scritching every now and then.

A few minutes later, though, Altair climbs back onto your chest, nuzzling into you. You gently rub a hand down his back, holding his tiny form as he slowly drifts off to sleep in your arms, a very familiar scene. You do think it's kind of cute, though, that you can lull him to sleep so easily. Of course, it isn't much longer before you doze off as well, joining Altair in the land of dreams.