Chocolate Bunny's Demise

Written in the hope of getting a Easter-themed story up for the holiday. Unusual vore, ending in a total existence failure.

You have no idea how it happened. One moment you were walking along, minding your own business; the next you found yourself immobilized. You tried to call out for help but couldn't make a sound. Then, an earthquake. No, thunder. But it was too rhythmic to be either of those and the sound kept getting louder. Suddenly, you see the source of the noise: a massive, blue anthrodragon, towering gloriously above you. "Well, well, seems that half-demon forgot one of his chocolate bunnies," he rumbles, reaching down for you. "It'd be a shame to let it go to waste..."

"Please, god no!" you think as the warmth of the dragon's hand embraces you. He pauses, looking down at his hand for a moment.

"Did he make these things psychic?" The dragon says, looking down at you once again. "That's going to make this even more fun. Go on, beg for your life, snack. Tell me why I shouldn't just let you melt in my maw." You certainly try to come up with reasons. You weren't supposed to be here. You're not really supposed to be a chocolate bunny. Someone shouldn't do this sort of thing to a creature that can think. You're too wrapped up in your thoughts to think about the fact that you're moving once again until the dragon's maw fills your view.

From within the blue dragon's mouth comes a thick, black tongue. He makes a long, lewd lick over your front and purrs deeply at your taste. It's much like being rubbed with a thick, wet rag, somehow peeling away a tiny bit of your body. "You taste even better than you look, snack," he purrs once more, letting his breath wash over your body. The air is full of the potent smells of a predator, with more than a hint of chocolate - your chocolate - providing an undertone. You can even see the matte smear of confectionery against the otherwise glistening, jet black flesh.

Without any further warning, the dragon simply tilts his maw back and tosses you in, feet first. You scream - or try to - as your world tumbles and the male's mouth comes ever closer. Then you land on the tongue and slide back toward his throat while the world outside seems ever-more-distant. What you can see is framed by a row of pointed, perfectly white teeth the size of your head, while the deadly tongue begins to work over your body.

In the hot, humid mouth, you feel like you're sweating profusely, especially on your front. In reality, you're melting as the dragon savors your body for all it's worth. You're slid back and forth as the dragon grinds your front upon the merciless tongue beneath you. The sensation would be erotic, if you still had the ability to get aroused, but those bits were inert the moment you turned into chocolate and have already been licked away. The heat is oppressive, slowly melting even those parts of your body that aren't in immediate touch with the dragon's tongue.

Suddenly, you feel yourself moving upward. The dragon elects to swallow, mashing your softened body against the roof of his mouth in the process. You're pressed into an arch-like shape; your body conforms to every curve and bump of that surface. A moment later, you're left in complete darkness accompanied by a loud, resounding gulp. The suction pulls away all that metled chocolate and leaves you once again in direct contact with the hot, slick flesh around you. You're soon let down again, further reduced, something that becomes all too clear as the dragon's mouth opens once again.

It seems there mustn't be much of you left, as things now seem even more alarmingly huge! The dragon's teeth once seemed merely large; they now would tower over your body if you could stand against them. The tongue reaches far into the distance, at least until he curls it against your body and the pointed tip alone lashes across the width of your face. Even the dragon's purring now feels like a massive quake, shaking your entire body as you're squeezed by the tongue and nearly cut in half again.

You're swiftly moved forward by the tongue as the dragon gives you one last look between his teeth at the outside world. Everything seems massive, almost incomprehensibly so. It's like being on the roof of a skyscraper and looking down at the ground, only instead of buildings you're looking out at equally massive pieces of furniture. Almost on cue, a lizardman of some sort walks in, as large as the dragon who has spent the last several minutes (has it really only been minutes?) sucking upon your body. Without saying a word, the dragon grabs the other male and gives him a deep kiss with you in between.

The entire world, in that instant, becomes the space between the two reptilian tongues. You're pressed tightly between the two wet, fleshy appendages, ground back and forth as they embrace. Your body flattens and melts, smeared across the two tongues squeezing against what little remains of you. That heat seems to finally finish you off as consciousness begins to fade. With a final lick and swallow, all that is left is a faint taste of dark chocolate and a few calories heading to their bellies.

Sharing Kraken (art by Nominus)

A certain ex-roommate of mine asks to... borrow Kraken for a while.

Never Meet Online Friends

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My half of an art trade with Raven. He did quite literally ask for it... and I think he got it.. ;)

Kraken and Raven are both copyrighted to themselves, and used with their permission.

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Raven knocks cautiously on the door of Kraken's house. He'd met the dracoraptor online, and knew that he was quite an imposing figure, judging from what he'd seen on webcam, but he still wasn't ready for the towering form that opened the door. At over eight feet tall, Kraken was actually below his normal size, just barely half of the 15-foot form he was most comfortable with, his red form towering above Raven as he stood in the doorway. "Come on in!" he growled playfully, motioning Raven into the living room. Still quite nervous, Raven quickly made his way inside, and sat on the sofa, while Kraken followed and sat down on a large, plush chair.

The living room was quite large, by necessity, given the dracoraptor's normal size. Raven looked around the room curiously, various pictures hanging from the walls, most of them showing Kraken as much bigger than the other people involved, towering well over them. The fox shivered a bit at the sight; at just under six feet in height, Kraken would tower over him in just the same way if the dracoraptor decided to return to his normal size. Or perhaps he'd become even larger; he knew the red was a sizeshifter, and he had no idea how large Kraken could become. Kraken looked over at Raven curiously, examining the fox, his brown fur shimmering lightly in the sunshine filtering through the windows, his raven-black tailtip swishing back and forth with curiosity and anticipation.

While Raven was looking around, Kraken made himself comfortable, making a show of stroking himself lightly, not even pretending to be interested in anything else. Raven had wanted to play, and Kraken intended on giving the little brown fox quite the show. One he'd never forget. Raven chuckled nervously as he watched, shifting a bit on the sofa. Kraken was nude when he'd answered the door, and as he stared at the dracoraptor's sheath, he knew why: there was no way it would ever fit into a pair of pants.

Kraken motioned for Raven to come closer, not wanting to wait any longer. "Ya don't have to just look at ‘em, ya know," he chuckled, that being all the encouragement Raven needed. The fox quickly walked over, nuzzling right at the thick sheath before him, inhaling the musky scent, that alone a powerful aphrodisiac. Kraken only had to watch as Raven started playing around with one of his cocks, pulling one free of the countless inside of his massive sheath, nuzzling into the thick appendage and growling contently, licking at its tip as pre dripped forth. It tasted unusual, different, tingling inside of his muzzle as he swallowed, more and more coming forth.

Raven continued, even as three more of Kraken's cocks came out around him, pre dripping into his fur, leaving the same sort of tingling sensation. The dracoraptor seemed to be rising higher in the chair, and Raven soon found he had to stand up just to reach Kraken's sheath, the big red chuckling from above. "I've got you now, you horny fox..." he growled deeply. Confused, Raven stepped back, looking around the room. The paintings, which before were at eye level, now were well over his head; even the doorknob looked to be just out of reach. Kraken stood and walked over to the fox, catching his tailtip, regarding the raven-black tuft of fur briefly before merely picking up his furry friend, dangling him in the air.

As he considered how to play with the steadily shrinking fox dangling from his paw, Kraken continued to stroke his sheath, another four cocks coming out. All eight of his members moved about on their own, presenting themselves to Raven, as if looking at the steadily shrinking fox. Without warning, Kraken dropped Raven onto the floor and swiftly pinned him beneath one heavy, digitigrade paw, pressing down firmly on him. "Lick," Kraken growled. When Raven hesitated, he pressed down harder, causing the fox to squeak and squirm, before quickly licking at it, wanting to placate his captor before his patience ran out.

Murrring deeply, Kraken moved Raven so the fox was positioned between two toes, so that Raven could lick at the sensitive areas between them. The dracoraptor pressed down just hard enough to pin the diminutive fox, who was now less than half the size of his foot, the shrinking effects seeming to have paused for now. The fox's muzzle fit perfectly between the toes, and Raven couldn't move without teasing up against Kraken in some way or another, as he continued to lick, the strong taste of dirty paw filling his muzzle. Kraken occasionally pressed down harder, reminding the little mammal of the penalty for failing to pleasure him. From Raven's viewpoint on the ground, he could still watch Kraken stroking himself, four thick cocks dripping messily onto the floor and over themselves, Raven able to do nothing put watch.

Though the feeling of a little fox squirming beneath his paw was nice, Kraken needed something more. He lifted his foot off Raven, who immediately turned to run away, but couldn't make even a foot of progress before he was caught. Kraken took the fox and rubbed him against one of his cocks, smearing him in regular precum, thick and musky, and very slippery. Kraken's other paw moved away, out of Raven's sight for a moment, as the dracoraptor grinned widely to himself. "Do me a favor and squirm, will ya?" Kraken chuckled as he moved the fox behind him and raised his tail, before swiftly shoving the little one into him headfirst, up to his waist.

Plunged into the hot, dark passage, Raven immediately started wriggling, out of an instinctive urge to pull himself free and try to get air. Growling deeply, Kraken clenched around the fox, tugging him steadily deeper into his body, soon the little fur soon up to his knees, then his feet, before disappearing entirely. Kraken remained bent over slightly, stroking himself faster now as Raven wiggled around inside of him, seeming to find every sensitive area inside of Kraken's ass. Raven, in desperation, bit down on the walls surrounding him, causing the dracoraptor to roar out, nearly climaxing right then. The fox was rewarded with a tight squeeze on his battered form, threatening to crush him, but no, he wouldn't be so lucky. Kraken continued to paw at himself as Raven squirmed about helplessly, walls rippling around him tighter and tighter.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Raven, Kraken reached his climax. The dracoraptor's insides rippled tightly around Raven, forcing him back out, before Kraken turned to regard his little toy. He aimed right for the fur, not caring about the thick carpeting, only caring about making Raven as wet with cum as possible. All four shot out their thick load in waves, knocking Raven back to the ground as he was soaked entirely, washing him clean even as he was drenched in the musky fluid. His climax lasted the better part of a minute, stopping abruptly once it came to an end; Kraken having exhausted his supply of seed for the moment. Some of that seed had the same shrinking effect Raven was subjected to earlier, though, and the fox felt a very familiar tingling as his size was reduced further, the seed around him starting to look like a lake as his size swiftly fell to barely an inch tall.

Plucking the fox out of the pool of cum on the floor, Kraken pondered his next move for a moment. "I'm hungry," he said, before tossing Raven inside of his maw. The fox didn't even have a chance to squeak something in protest before he was swallowed whole. Cum slickened his body further, making him slide rapidly down the esophagus, towards what he assumed was going to be a slow, painful death inside an acidic stomach. He instead landed inside a fleshy, pillowy sac of some sort, not sure of what was going on. He poked at one of the walls, which seemed to grab hold of him and not let go, the little fur wriggling about again, trying to get his paw free. The wall just seemed to pull harder, tugging his arm through, before trying to pull on the rest of his form.

It was an irresistible force, and Raven's weakening struggles just made it easier for him to be pulled through. He landed with a splash in something thick, with quite a familiar scent... "Cum?" he asked himself, his voice echoing inside one of Kraken's testicles. Kraken, meanwhile, was pawing himself off again, the seed starting to churn inside there as he was already nearing his peak once again. Raven, meanwhile, was trying to just remain above the surface, trying to not get mired in the thick fluid that threatened to drown him. Kraken roared out as he climaxed, the testicle contacting and forcing its contents out, Raven included.

The fox couldn't see what was going on as he was shot into the air, still soaked in seed as he flew out of Kraken's cock. The dracoraptor aimed for himself, this time getting wet with his fluids, murring at his own scent. He felt Raven land against his body, swiftly plucking the fox out of his seed once his orgasm tapered off, dangling the little fur in front of his muzzle again. "I think I'm just about done playing with you," Kraken growled, letting Raven look into his gaping maw. The tongue formed a pink, fleshy floor, while the rest of the walls towered high, the entire cavern slickened with saliva. "So please, take a good look; that'll be the last thing you ever see."

Raven was quite confused by that statement. Kraken, however, knew just what he had in mind and threw the mammal inside, licking his seed off once again, rolling the fox around on his tongue. He considered chewing, but then he wouldn't get to feel Raven wriggling on the way down. The dracoraptor left his muzzle open as he rolled Raven about on his long tongue, teasing it against the fox lewdly, while Raven desperately tried to get free, even as he was slowly worked back towards Kraken's throat. Finally, Kraken had enough play and closed his maw to swallow, his tongue rolling back in a wave of flesh that pulled Raven down again, the fox slipping down swiftly once more.

When Raven stopped moving this time, however, he landed with a splash in something, a thinner fluid. He sniffed curiously at the air, the scent stinging his nostrils. Stomach acid. The acids lapped at Raven's legs as he stood up in the stomach, the fox quickly panicking once he realized what was going on. However, there was little air this time, and no light, and nothing Raven could do, the powerful acids quickly dissolving his body, starting at his feet and quickly working upwards. Raven didn't even feel any pain after a moment; his nerves themselves melted away, and he instead just felt himself falling endlessly into a warm pit, his life ending as nothing but a bite-sized snack for the scalie. Kraken teased himself a bit more as he sat back down, looking around at the mess in the living room. "Good thing toys like that are so easy to find online these days..." he said, before getting out his laptop again, getting ready to find someone else.

Ilean College

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Another story with same-sized action. Yes, I am capable of writing those, when I am in one of those weird moods. :p This was a birthday present for someone, who requested something involving two gay students trying to work out a kind of relationship. I did start on a sequel, but I think I lost it on an old computer...

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"Lizor, you're the only one left for Ilean U! Go for it!" Tiran said, cheering his friend on. It was the conference championship weightlifting meet, and for the second year in a row, Lizor was the almost sure winner. He could bench press far more than anyone in the field, even from larger schools, and even the competing coaches seemed just willing to take second.

"Ready!" the judge called out, watching Lizor's lift. "Third lift, 840 pounds! Begin!" And when Lizor began, everyone within 10 feet went deaf for a moment with the roar he let out to pump himself up, the weight coming down to his chest quickly. His muscles rippled under his red scales, like some sort of impossible power, as the weight slowly came back up, and another lift was finished.

Everyone cheered, even competitors, who didn't seem to mind taking second to the most powerful dragon the colleges had seen in at least 50 years.

Tiran - and several others from Ilean - came over to congratulate Lizor on another win. "You did it!" Tiran said, giving Lizor a friendly slap on the back just below his wings.

"Yeah. This stuff's easy," he said nonchalantly, as if this was just another of the smaller meets he absolutely dominated in. "Anyway, I've gotta clean up here, but I'll see you around dinner, okay?" Lizor probably needed a shower, as his scales were shining with sweat, but he still managed not to look tired.

"Okay, Lizor. I hope I'll see you then," Tiran said, leaving the weight room again, heading back into the sunny afternoon. It was still a few hours until dinner, so he would probably just spend the time wandering around campus. Unless...

"I think I will draw something," he said, heading back towards his apartment, just off campus by a block, and going upstairs. Where Lizor was the school's athletic star, Tiran was the artistic jewel. He could take anything and bring it to life on paper. "He usually eats about 6:30, so I'll have three hours... enough to do a sketch at least."

Getting out his favorite pencils and a sheet of paper, Tiran spent all of that time working on the art. He drew Lizor, lying there as he lifted the weight as if it were nothing, just as he had seen him do a few minutes before. But unlike the real scene, Tiran decided to leave out one detail: clothing. He showed the muscles he imagined under the tight shirt and shorts Lizor often wore -not that his outfits usually did leave much to the imagination - and quietly mrrred to himself as he worked. "I wish he was gay" he found himself thinking, "Then maybe I wouldn't just have to draw him like this."

He kept drawing until the sun went down later, his thoughts wandering more than a few times, until he had a finished sketch there on the desk. "I don't think I'll share that one with him. At least not yet..."Tiran slid the picture into the desk drawer he kept hi own 'personal art', as he liked to refer to it: all the things he wouldn't show someone else. He took a moment to page through there, looking at the various pictures he'd made, smiling as he saw each one. "I just hope I can keep my thoughts to myself tonight..." he said, more of a wish than a statement, as he set out again.

Lizor was already waiting at his usual table on the campus restaurant, and wing-waved Tiran over as soon as he walked in. Smiling to himself, Tiran came over, and sat down across from the red dragon. "Evening," Tiran said, "That was some meet, huh?"

The waiter brought out drinks before even giving a menu; Lizor was such a regular, they already knew what he'd order. Apparently he'd said something for his guest as well, because another drink for Tiran had been brought as well. "Thanks," he said to the waiter, before turning back to Tiran. "Yeah, but you get used to winnin' after a while. Kinda makes me wish I could win a few other things. My grades need help."

Tiran took a quick drink, and reeled his mind back in again. "Win a few other things... could he mean winning someone over?" Silently rebuking himself for getting his mind that far out of line, he nodded a bit. "Well, as always, I can tutor you where you need the extra help. Oh, and before I forget to say it, thank you for treating me to dinner tonight."

Lizor smiled at the thought of getting tutoring. "Think he'd mind me helpin' myself to a few things? Always did think he was kinda cute." He said, talking to himself. "Well, they give me free food when I win, and I get to share. No girlfriend to share with, so may as well bring a friend." Everyone on campus wondered how Lizor and Tiran could have become so close as friends, but nobody said anything. If Tiran didn't come up with some witty way of putting it down in speech, art, or writing, Lizor would put an end to a rumor personally.

"No girlfriend?" Tiran asked, trying to sound as indifferently surprised as possible. "I would have expected half of the females here to be looking at you." The waiter came back again, and they both placed their orders quickly, wanting to get back to their conversation.

"Nope. Seems like the only girls who want me want me for doin' it. I want someone deeper." Lizor half-surprised himself by saying that, but it was true, at least. He didn't want a one-night-fling -most people on campus had heard enough bad things about those anyway - but rather a true relationship. "But with all your brains, I'd have thought you'd have someone."

Tiran said, "No, I'm still available," faster than he would have wanted to, but tried not to blush through his blue-green scales. He didn't dare ask for a night out; even though he had known Lizor since the first day of college, and they'd become great friends, he just knew this would ruin their friendship. "You are too, Lizor?"

Lizor nodded silently wondering how this topic came up in the first place. "Yep. Nobody for me yet." He looked around for the waiter, partially because he was hungry, but mostly to find some reason to change the subject. "Can you believe how long they're taking with this?"

Tiran knew that was his hint to drop it, and started to talk with Lizor about other things for the few minutes left until the food came. By the time dinner was over, Lizor agreed to come over the next day, around 3 in the afternoon, to do some studying. And Tiran, at Lizor's insistence, said he would come to the pool that morning, to get some exercise. Both dragons liked that idea, as each silently liked to watch the other.

"Catch ya later," Lizor said, standing up from the table, giving Tiran a hearty slap on the back. "And don't pretend to oversleep like you did last time.

"I won't, Lizor. You have a good night." Tiran didn't think Lizor would let him forget the time a fuse in his apartment complex blew leaving the power out just long enough to knock out the clocks. He laughed anyway, just because he knew it wasn't his fault, even if it jokingly was. Tiran stayed just a little longer to finish his tea, watching Lizor's powerful form stroll out.

Lizor took a jog back to his dorm after dinner, just to try stretching himself out a little, mostly just to stay flexible after the competition. "Doubt he'll notice me lookin'," Lizor thought about Tiran, already knowing he'd steal at least one look at him. Once back up in his room, he took a quick shower, and laid down on the bed to watch some TV, taking the rest of the night to mess around.

His dorm was an absolute mess too. He didn't have a roommate; the place was all his fault. Books and other class related items were in a pile somewhere off in a corner, under a thin layer of dust, much of it just not being used. His clothing was strewn about the floor, along with a few papers, candy wrappers he didn't want to pick up, and other things it was just too much of a bother to organize. The only things in the entire room with some order were his bed, which was clear except for his clothes from today, and the TV shelf, as the TV was the one thing in the room he actually did care about.

Perhaps a half-mile away, Tiran was getting home, unlocking his apartment before heading inside. "That was nice of him to take me to dinner," he said, just talking to himself, as he often did at home. He slipped out of his clothing - no need to hide anything once you're alone - and sat down at his desk, looking through some of the assignments he had. "I'll do this tonight, this tomorrow..." he continued on, until each paper had been given a date he would tackle it on, all of them well ahead of the actual due dates.

If Lizor's place was a dump, than Tiran's was a near-perfect opposite. Everything had a place, and Tiran didn't even feel right leaving something out unless he would need it again before long. Before doing anything else, Tiran turned on his alarm, just in case he'd forget, and turned on some quiet music to work to, sitting back at his desk to handle the assignment he'd planned on doing tonight.

He worked quickly, and as soon as he was done, the paper went back into his folder, to be turned in the next day. Tiran rarely needed more than a half-hour a night, with the way he organized, leaving him more than enough time to do other things. Those things included art, as he pulled out the sketch of Lizor he'd done earlier in the afternoon, and worked on finishing it. "I wonder if he'd ever let me actually feel him, not just draw him..."

Lizor meanwhile, was turning off the TV, stretching once more before flopping onto bed, lights out. After the meet, he had to get some extra sleep, and this was his way of catching up on it. He didn't bother with an alarm, as he usually woke naturally at dawn, leaving the clock rather pointless.

Tiran spent an extra hour finishing up the piece, showing as much detail as he could, even in the facial expression. "He is pure power..." he said thinking of Lizor again, as he ran a paw over the finished drawing, just imagining what it would be like to fun a paw over the real dragon. But as he yawned he knew it was time for him to get sleep as well, and he climbed into bed without wasting any time, not needing very long to fall asleep either. He was mentally tired from his imagination, and from working so hard on his studies.

Even as they slept both dreamt a little of the other, and neither one seemed to mind the thought in the least. Sure, it might be unpopular for a student at Ilean to be gay, but their dreams didn't seem to care. Both Tiran and Lizor woke up rather aroused from their shared dream, but they saved themselves; the morning swim would take enough of their energy and self-control to get through as it was, without them pawing of so early in the morning.

Tiran was the early riser, and took his own quick shower in the morning, before putting on a rather comfortable with T-shirt and his swimming trunks. He took a moment to think about Lizor again before walking out, heading for the campus pool.

Lizor growled at the alarm clock when his went off, but he grudgingly got up before throwing on whatever clothing was nearest. He picked a tank top that showed off his muscles very well, and a tight-fitting swimsuit to go along with it. He jogged to the pool, trying to spend some of the energy he had, so he wouldn't end up showing off more than he planned to.

Both the dragons arrived 15 minutes early, both trying to hide their thoughts as they gave one another a respectful but noncommittal smile. "We're gonna do some laps," Lizor said, chuckling as he saw the change in Tiran's expression, "Oh come on, you can do it whether you like it or not." Trying to urge his friend on, Lizor dived into the pool, splashing Tiran in the process.

"Okay, I'll swim with you," Tiran said, chuckling quietly at Lizor's energy. He really liked to see him like that, showing off his power a little while still seeming playful, and again Tiran wondered if Lizor ever would play in other ways. Quieting those thoughts for now, he took off his shirt, climbed into the shallow end of the pool using one of the ladders, and swam slowly to meet Lizor in the water. "How many laps do you think we should do?"

"Hmm... 20 sound good?" Lizor was in far better shape and could have probably done ten times than many, but he didn't want Tiran to tire out. He cared for him, more than he really wanted to admit to publicly, and he already knew he'd have to help him with the last few. Which was fine for him, as he could feel Tiran out a little. Throwing off his wet shirt, Lizor motioned for Tiran to come with him to one end of the pool, so they could get started.

Tiran took the first few laps slow, trying to make it look like he was saving his energy, but he was spending more energy looking at Lizor than he was swimming. He was just glad that he had a fairly loose bathing suit after about the sixth lap. "Let's go!" Lizor said, going a little faster, and Tiran was left to play catch-up for the rest of their swim leaving him breathless by the time it was finally over.

"How... do.. you... swim... like... that..." Tiran said between gasps, climbing out of the pool first, then watching Lizor get out, the water flowing off his scales as he emerged from the water.

"I just practice. You'd get used to it, if you showed up more often" Lizor answered with a chuckle, giving Tiran a playful shove. Tiran nearly lost his balance, but he' gotten used to that, and was rather quick to react.

"I suppose so," Tiran said, his breath returning slowly. "Our study time is still this afternoon, right?" Tiran knew that Lizor would probably forget without the reminder.

He was right too, as Lizor looked at him stupidly for a moment. "Um... yeah! Sure! What time was it again?"

"Three o'clock."

"Right! I'll be there, Tiran. Really." Lizor took one of the towels and dried off his scales, trying not to look too stupid as he forgot. His memory wasn't the best, at least when it came to school things. He called it a selective memory, as he could only remember selective things, and studying was not something he often selected. "Anyway, dry off, get lunch, and I'll see ya."

Tiran nodded, and had started to dry off as well. "I'll be in my apartment. Please don't forget this time okay?" Once dry, Tiran put his shift back on, and turned back to Lizor, trying to keep his gaze modest.

"I won't! I won't! Get outta here!" Lizor roared, holding back a laugh. Tiran knew it was playful, and stated to walk off, chuckling to himself. He stopped for lunch along the way, left rather hungry after that swim. Once home, he got out his art again, and looked over the picture of Lizor he'd done earlier, rather proud of the work.

Tiran kept looking over it, until he realized the time and the fact he hadn't has a shower yet. Quickly putting his pictures back in the drawer he went into the shower, making sure that it was a quick one.

Lizor came early, though. The door was open - Tiran never bothered locking it if he was expecting someone - and Lizor just came in, making himself comfortable. "Guess he's showerin'," he said to himself, taking a look around at things. The art drawer was left slightly open and caught Lizor's eye, as he walked over, taking a careful look inside. "What the?!"

When he saw the pictures of himself, many of them without any clothing he felt himself blushing. "So he is..." he couldn't believe Tiran actually was gay, but still didn't think he should say anything. He didn't want to embarrass him.

When Tiran came out of the shower, though, towel around his waist, he was stunned into silence. Lizor didn't notice, but Tiran could see him looking through the art. Not bothering to put clothes on just because he had to say something, he came back out to near where Lizor was, and tapped on his shoulder, trying to hold back tears. "Please... d... don't..." He couldn't hold back very long as he started crying burying his muzzle in the towel.

This was not familiar territory for Lizor either. He wasn't sure what to say, or how to say it, or if there was anything to say at all. Deciding against words, he just stood up, embracing Tiran in a tight hug trying to relax him that way. "Don't what?" he said just trying to figure out what was so upsetting.

"Don't hate me now..." Tiran said, still crying, now putting his head on Lizor's shoulder.

"I wouldn't hate you, man. You're to cute to hate." That stopped the crying very quickly, as Tiran looked right into Lizor's eyes, going silent for a long moment, as if trying to figure out what was going on here.

"Y... you think I'm cute?" Tiran said, more surprised than anything else. "I... I don't believe this is happening..." He took a seat on the sofa, trying to recover, just shocked now. "Are... are you..." He just had to ask, but he didn't feel the words wanting to come out, leaving him speechless for a rare moment.

"Gay?" Lizor said, finishing the question that Tiran just couldn't ask. "Well..." Lizor sat down next to Tiran over on the sofa, rubbing his back softly. "I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't attracted..." He then moved one paw down Tiran's front, rubbing the places where the towel covered, causing Tiran to mrrr contently, though still shocked.

Tiran nodded very slowly, still mostly stunned by all of this. "You're the sexiest dragon in the school..." he said blurting it out before he thought about the words, leaving him feeling a little more embarrassed. " You... don't mind?"

Lizor shook his head, sounding a little more sure of himself than he planned on, but he was also big enough to fight off anything that happened to him, so he just took things in stride, even things like this. "Nope. Not at all. Although..." He slid one paw under Tiran's towel, causing him to go wide-eyed for a moment, "I would like to get one good look at you."

Nodding, and still wondering if he was just dreaming this, Tiran quickly stood up and took his towel off, leaving him completely exposed for Lizor to look at. He had a maleslit, so all his bits were hidden from view for now, though the slit was swollen with the arousal both dragons were feeling. "What should I do now? Can I see you without anything, for once?" Tiran had a lot more questions, but he would save those for later, when he was thinking more clearly.

Lizor was a little reluctant at first but didn't think it was right to turn down that request. Standing up, he took off his shirt and shorts, and threw them onto the back of the sofa, posing just a little for Tiran. "So, you like?" Lizor asked with a chuckle, rubbing Tiran a little more with a paw.

As Tiran's senses returned, the normal feelings he had were surfacing again. He just couldn't do this, as much as he wanted to. People would say too many things about him. He'd never be able to make another friend. "I... yes I do like this, but what will the others say..." He was trying not to cry again.

As words usually didn't mean much to Lizor, he just embraced Tiran in a tight hug, bringing one paw to the back of the taller dragon's head, and rubbing reassuringly. "If they say somethin', either you'll quiet them, or I will." Even in his current state, Tiran let out a chuckle, and almost instantly felt better. Unusual as their pairing was, they both cared, and hat was all that mattered. He hugged back, smiling a little.

"You're right, Lizor. We will keep other people from commenting very often." Tiran was feeling some of Lizor's confidence now, and it was helping immensely. They both hugged tighter, neither really wanting to let go. "Sometime... would you... no, that question is wrong..."

Lizor chuckled. "Wrong? The whole thing is wrong, but do you really think I care? Just ask!"

Blushing slightly, Tiran tried to measure out his words carefully. "Would you... do... it... with me?"

"Do it? Yiff you silly, in other words? Heck yeah!" Lizor had always wanted to so he saw no reason not to show his enthusiasm.

It was still wearing off on Tiran, who smiled, nodding to Lizor. "If you don't mind me being forward, is now a good time?" Lizor answered by half-pouncing Tiran, pinning him to the sofa with a playful grin. "I take that to mean yes?"

As Lizor's cock started to slide from his sheath, the slow nod was Lizor's answer. "Hmm... mind if we trying somethin' I'd heard about?" As Tiran shook his head, Lizor spun around, leaving them both looking at the other's slit, not a position either minded, especially as both of them were getting hard rather quickly. Lizor's powerful form stayed atop Tiran's lithe one, though Tiran could handle it without any trouble. "They call this the '69', I think."

Tiran knew nothing at all about doing things like this and had no idea at all what to expect, but he thought it would be nice, whatever it was. "Okay..." he said, his voice lowered almost as if speaking louder would ruin this moment. Lizor didn't want to wait too much longer, and took Tiran's semi-erect cock into his muzzle, and began to suckle it, causing Tiran to gasp for a moment. Not wanting to be left behind, he started to do the same with Lizor's length, letting his tongue do what it would across the warm flesh, but still being very slow and tentative with his movements. He didn't dare say more, wanting this moment to last, sucking Lizor just as he thought he might someday.

Lizor's contented mrrrs were reward enough for Tiran, but he too was getting his share of pleasure. It was almost too much, and he had to resist the urge to climax instantly; this was nearly overwhelming him. Lizor slowed down just a little, knowing Tiran wouldn't hold out for very long, but he still kept sucking harder than Tiran even dared to. Then again, Tiran couldn't quite tell what to do, as this was something he'd only imagined before. Lizor's cock was almost too thick for Tiran to keep it in his muzzle comfortably, but he was doing as much as he could, coiling his slender tongue around the shaft to keep it held within his muzzle, suckling on it almost like a piece of hard candy, and getting a little of the 'filling' in the process, Lizor's pre coming forth in spurts.

At the same time, Tiran was getting his own pleasure taken to his limits. Lizor kept sucking almost hard enough to force Tiran to climax on the spot, but seemed to know just how much Tiran could take without going over the edge. Tiran let out his own growls, at a higher pitch than Lizor's, but no less pleasured. He too surrendered his pre, which Lizor swallowed greedily, causing Tiran's body to tense. "Gods..." Tiran managed to say, never letting go of Lizor's own cock, sucking it a little deeper into his muzzle. Neither dragon would be holding back for much longer, as they both were taking as much pleasure as they'd experienced before, and just giving their best to their partner was enough; getting something in return just made things better.

Tiran was the one that climaxed first, sending his first wave of seed into Lizor's waiting muzzle. Lizor swallowed it quickly, and the combined efforts of Tiran trying to pleasure him, as well as his own imagination helping out, was too much to resist, as he too climaxed into Tiran's muzzle. Surprised, but hardly disturbed, Tiran managed to swallow, but couldn't get it all at first, causing some of the warm seed to flow out over his muzzle. Both dragons gave the other all they had, only laying there exhausted once they were finished, smiling back at each other. Lizor was the first to get up, as he recovered much more quickly than Tiran, turning himself back around to lie atop the blue-green dragon. "So, how's that for a first time..." he said playfully, nuzzling Tiran's seed-covered muzzle just so he'd get some of his own seed back.

"That... was a first time..." Tiran said, still almost gasping for air, as that was far more intense than anything he'd have anticipated. Lizor knew that Tiran was tired, and didn't try press him for anything more, though he certainly wouldn't have minded going again. "Shall we... clean up?"

Lizor chuckled, shaking his head. "You're too practical. Relax already!" Tiran complied with that, laying back down on the sofa, nodding slightly back to Lizor. "We can deal with that later," Lizor continued, licking a little seed from Tiran's muzzle before giving him a soft kiss. The two just laid there for a while, until the sun set over the distant horizon, staring into each other's eyes. They shared their thoughts, how long they'd each thought of the other, but how neither dared to break the silence and just admit the truth out of fear. That fear was long gone after this, though.

Tiran finally realized it was time to do something more than just lay there, though, as he tried to get Lizor off of him. "Perhaps I could make dinner..." he suggested, something that didn't get a complaint from Lizor. Twenty minutes later, Tiran had made a nice, even if quick, steak dinner, with plenty of garnish. "This is just something quick; I can do better..."

The meal was far better than anything that Lizor would have come up with. "Whatd'ya mean something quick? This is great!" Tiran blushed slightly, but didn't object to the compliment at all, smiling back at Lizor. They ate rather quickly, the conversation only coming between large bites of meat, but continuing.

"So, Lizor, what do you believe others will think of us?" Tiran asked, almost concerned about things, but knowing he'd not leave.

"Ah, who cares? If they make a comment, you'll come up with somethin' witty, or I'll just silence them good." Lizor always did like taking the direct route, Tiran noted, but didn't object to. Tiran would much rather let Lizor deal with a problem, if he could.

"That's true. So, what should we call each other... boyfriend? Partner?" Having a word meant something for Tiran.

"Mated?"

"I suppose that works..." Tiran had heard the term before, but never imagined he'd be using it in reference to himself. "Mated..." he said, just repeating it for his own ears, smiling to himself just as he imagined what that meant.

"Good. Nice cookin', by the way. I can't cook." Lizor meant it, too. Cooking was one talent that eluded him.

Chuckling softly, Tiran nodded. "Thank you. I tried to make something nice." The two kept exchanging words all night, just making small talk, to get to know each other better. They planned on spending a lot more time with each other now, even if they couldn't tell anyone else their secret, that they were more than just friends...

Welcome to Ikaria

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

A rather quickly-done story (only two hours), meant to flesh out a few details of a fictional planet I considered basing some other stories around. I still might use it in writing again sometime, but this is the only story I'm posting now that includes it. Not much more to say about this one either.

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My name is Frederick, but everyone just calls me Fred. I'm one of the few thousand humans living in the Alcadia system, and I love it here. Since there are so few humans spread out on several planets, it can sometimes be months between times I see another person of my species. I have several close friends, but none of them are human. For that matter, after that one day a few months ago, none of them are anywhere near my size.

Let me back up a little. Back in 2033, a new planetary system was discovered around a blue star named Alcadia. It was immediately found to have at least six planets that might be inhabitable by people. However, trying to send a person 36 light-years through space was a dangerous proposition; and the voices of the few people willing to take the risk were drowned out by the cries of hundreds of special interest groups.

So, in a sort of compromise, scientists genetically engineered a group of beings they collectively called the genian - genetically improved animals. They drew from dozens of species of mammals, birds, and reptiles, forming anthro and taur versions of them. To further the chance of survival in an unfamiliar environment, they used some creatures from mythology, such as dragons, and revived a few successful species from Earth's own past, like the raptor. Their genetic code was slightly unstable, allowing them to adapt readily to their surroundings when the time came.

Despite all the variations involved and countless things that could have gone wrong, all the genian began to work together. Even animals that were once enemies were seen working on projects together; they all knew their lives depended on the survival of the others. Genian proved very skilled at working through logic problems, occasionally finding a solution that the very scientists that developed them had overlooked. In 2051, eighteen years after the star's discovery, the first group of about 300 were sent to settle a world in the Alcadia system.

Nobody heard anything from the settlers for nearly two years. But, on one day that will live on forever, the transmitters were finally assembled and a greeting was sent back to Earth. The genian were not merely surviving, they were thriving in the new environment. Humans immediately named the world Elysium - a place of ideal happiness. And, for them, it was. Pollution and global warming were taking an incredible toll on Earth, and here was a new world, just as their own planet had been thousands of years ago.

When humans came to colonize the world, bringing their technologies with them, the genian objected. Elysium was their homeworld, and they didn't want to see it destroyed by pollution as Earth had been. Tensions built up over nearly a decade, even as more ships of human and genian arrived, and a war eventually broke out. Mercifully, no nuclear weapons were used, but thousands of humans and genian died. Ultimately, the genian won, declaring their independence from Earth, much as the United States did in 1776.

Utterly disgraced that they were defeated by their own creation, most of the humans left on their own after the war's end. The genian had never asked any humans to leave, but only to respect the planet and use less polluting technologies. Less than 500 humans stayed, and all were either environmentalists, people who had fallen in love with a genian, or those who had nowhere on Earth to return to. I was in that third group. Despite having dreams and aspirations, life on that dying world had gone nowhere, and going back just didn't feel right. It was like some invisible force was holding me here, telling me that this was better than what I had.

Those that stayed were sent to schools. The children were placed in the equivalent grade; adults were given a year-long course in the differences between Elysium and Earth. I had just completed high school when I came here, and passed the adult course with flying colors. The history of the young species was interesting enough, but I was driven more by the fact I would be living with the genian, not humans. I rarely found a true friend with the people on Earth, or even the humans here, but there wasn't a genian that I wanted to get away from.

People - human and genian - did everything they could to help one another. Everyone was offered the same decisions and opportunities, with no discrimination. Talent was more important than species, and the humans found a place in society. Elysium was living up to its name, and populations grew as people became increasingly comfortable with the world. I also helped where I could, but I looked for as many reasons to work with genian instead of humans as I could. I felt, and still feel, more comfortable with them than I do among my own species.

After a few years, the genian decided to colonize the rest of the system, to prevent any overburdening of a planet. There would only be a few small towns in one or two places on each world, not the sprawling, planet-wide disasters of Earth's cities. Most of the humans decided to stay on Elysium, happy with their current lives. For me, helping to colonize a new world seemed an easy decision, especially since I would work closely with dozens of genian colonists.

The group I was in was sent to Ikaria, a world smaller than Earth with only one landmass: a large continent in its Northern hemisphere, nearly extending from the equator to the north pole. Ikaria was the closest planet to Alcadia that a group was being sent to, but climate scans showed temperatures only 20 degrees warmer than Elysium, a big, but tolerable change. During the trip, I talked a little with some of the others that I would be working with, but I had always been the quiet type.

I was friendly to everyone, but one genian truly caught my eye. His name was Thrax, and he was one of the anthrodragons. Thrax stood every inch of eight feet tall, if he wasn't more than that, and his scales shined a brilliant, sapphire blue in the spaceship's light. His eyes were solid black, yet they seemed very expressive as they looked over his muzzle. For all my time spent looking at him, I never had the nerve to say more than a meek hello on one occasion, which he returned with a friendly handshake.

We landed on the southern end of the continent, about eight miles inland from the vast ocean that covered 80% of Ikaria's surface. A few provisions were brought along from Elysium, but we were to make a self-supporting city. All the supplies we needed to build the town were ready, and work progressed quickly. The houses were small, but comfortable enough for two, maybe three people. I, somehow, ended up as part of Thrax's team.

Days passed quickly, and we were out of the shuttle and into homes as they were completed. It took less than a month for our crew of 65 to have homes, but we were building to support at least 500, to allow people from Elysium to move here. Gradually, I overcame some of my fears, talking more to Thrax when there was time for conversation. "He... hello?" I stuttered nervously one day after work was done, silently cursing myself for acting like such a fool. He wasn't going to bite, so why did I have to worry about anything?

"Hi Fred. You've been working hard, I see," Thrax said, chuckling at a spot of grease on my chest. Clothing was considered optional everywhere in the system, and usually was only worn when the weather warranted it. With the warm climate on Ikaria, I was just in a thin pair of shorts, and I was heavily dressed compared to everyone else. "So what've you been doing?"

Blushingly, I answered, "Nothing, really... and you?"

"Same here, nothing to do after work," Thrax said, shaking his head, "Maybe you could come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

I shouted a "Yes!" before even thinking about it, eliciting another soft laugh from Thrax. He might have wondered why I was so eager to have dinner, especially since he was half-jokingly called the worst cook in the galaxy - on Earth or the Alcadia system. After giving me directions to his house and telling me what time he'd have the food ready, we both returned to our homes for the night.

Sleeping, as fast as my mind was racing, was an impossibility. I thought of a million different things to say, and wondered what Thrax might say back to me. Would he live up to his billing as a miserable cook? Would he even want to talk to me after dinner? Might I... no, that was hoping for far too much. It was just a dinner, I reminded myself, nothing more.

But overnight, sometime in those pre-dawn hours, it happened. Every scientist in the system has researched the incident, but there hasn't been a conclusive answer to what it was. The best explanation was a large electromagnetic storm coming from Alcadia, but dozens of different possibilities have been brought forth. Personally, I don't care what it was or how it happened, but that cosmic event changed my life forever.

I still recall that flash of light, coming through the darkness. It wasn't white, black, or any one color, but somehow appeared to be all the shades of the rainbow at once. The next thing I knew, the morning sun was coming through my window, but everything else seemed entirely wrong. In that blink of an eye, either I had shrunk, or everything had grown. I later learned that things had grown, but for that moment, I felt like I was less than two inches tall inside my own home.

Panicking, I ran outside, only to find the same thing as I had inside, everything was larger than it was last night. The genian were still working, apparently oblivious to what had happened. I heard a few talking about a short-circuit in all the communications equipment, but none seemed concerned that the lone human on the planet had vanished without a trace. A raptor's paw came down in front of me as I looked around for some explanation, giving me the scare of a lifetime.

Every scale on its sole was clearer than I thought possible as it landed just a few feet in front of me. The odor of its sweat mixed with the small cloud of dirt that was kicked up, filling my nostrils with the scent. The raptor walked on, oblivious to my presence, talking with the fox-taur next to him. Dashing to the side of the street, to keep my chances of being crushed to a minimum, I continued on, looking around constantly.

Other genian walked by, none of them aware of me, hiding in the shadows. I walked on, staying as far out of the street as I could, catching the glimpse of the occasional paw coming down closer than I would have liked. It was getting late now; too late to go home, at the least. Aimlessly, though, I continued on, hoping for something to happen. What, I wasn't sure, but something, a nagging in the back of my mind, told me to keep walking.

And, a few streets later, I saw Thrax. Though I had certainly spent a fair share of time looking at him longingly when we were the same size, it was entirely different seeing him so much larger. He had to be over 400 feet tall, and was completely oblivious that I was watching him. Seeing him like this was both beautiful and terrifying at once; a clash of emotion that left me standing motionless where I was. Even from down here, I noticed a slightly sad look on his face as the sun was going down, and I wondered if it was for me, and my strange disappearance.

"I wonder where Fred went..." he said suddenly, with an almost longing tone in his voice. He did miss me, even if only a little! I wiped a tear from my eye, knowing that if nobody else cared where I was, Thrax did. That same moment, I knew that I would have to, somehow, talk to him. But how do you talk to somebody about 70 times your own size?

The others changed the subject quickly, disinterested by the escapades of a human. I was fairly weak physically (even for a human), which didn't make me very popular, but I still tried to help where I could. Thrax usually came to help me when I saw I needed it, and he was strong as any two others in our group combined. Looking up now at the dragon as he towered over me, I remembered the directions to his house, doubting he'd be expecting me, especially at such a small size.

Fortunately, I was able to get there before Thrax, and I waited outside the door for him to come home. It was completely dark when he finally arrived, and I could barely make out even his gigantic shadow in the darkness. He opened the door with a sigh, and I felt sorry myself, that this night had turned out so strangely. The door was open barely long enough for me to dash in behind him, leaving me in the entranceway to a house that was enormous beyond description.

Tiredly, Thrax began making dinner, undoubtedly the same dish he had planned for us tonight. I couldn't tell what he was preparing, but a mild aroma filled the house, dispelling the rumors of his poor cooking. After a short while, he sat down to eat it, looking across the table at someone who wasn't there - me. Again letting out a sad sigh, he began eating, still glancing to where I would have sat.

I would have to do something soon if I was going to do anything at all. There was nothing I could use to climb up onto the table, but there had to be some way of attracting his attention. I looked under the table at his feet, their three-toed forms clearly visible through the shadows. He didn't strike me as the ticklish type, but I was out of ideas, and wasn't thinking entirely clearly. I knew he missed me, and I didn't want him to feel like this any longer.

Running over before I could change my mind, I dashed beneath his feet, looking up at the blue-scaled surface over my head. I extended a hand up to rub it, smiling softly as I felt its warmth. More vigorously, I used my other hand as well now, giving a soft massage to Thrax. As he shifted, I realized too late how dangerous this idea was; I could be crushed without him knowing I was ever there. His foot pressed into me, forcing me onto my back.

Helpless, I pounded against his foot, in a last, desperate attempt to get him to notice me. I don't know how he connected my weak struggles with the idea of something under his foot other than a bug, but he pulled his foot away and looked carefully down at the floor, gawking in disbelief at me. My mind blanked immediately as I saw his titanic face mere feet from my face, knowing that he could end my life in an instant if I wasn't careful. "Th... Th... Thrax?" I stuttered, feeling my face pale.

I was relieved as Thrax replied, "F... Fred?" He was confused as I was, and just as nervous. Thinking quickly, he lowered his voice, trying not to hurt my delicate ears. "Oh my... I didn't just... are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You have nice feet," I said, that last part slipping out before I could stop it. Immediately, I realized how senseless that must have sounded, and my mind was racing for something else to say, but words wouldn't come.

Thrax, though, just smiled, in the same way he often did when talking to me, that I had never paid notice to before. He didn't seem to mind that remark I made at all. "And you... are hungry tonight? Dinner's ready, you know." He extended a hand to me, giving me an elevator-like ride up to the table, and the food. I climbed in, feeling the scales caress my skin as I made myself comfortable. He had made something that looked like chicken, or whatever they called that bird on this world.

The food was welcome, I hadn't eaten anything since last night, and my cooking wasn't much better than the jokes about Thrax's. And, after two bites, I realized how much of a joke what I heard was. It wasn't a 5-star meal, but it was far better than my attempts at making dinner usually came out. Thrax was watching me eat, like I was some new kind of creature - I was, in a sense. To him, I was just an inch tall, sitting on his table, sharing dinner with him.

"What under the stars happened to you anyway?" Thrax asked, after I had finished gorging on the mountain of food in front of me. It was the biggest meal I had in a long time, and I thanked him for it before I told him what I remembered. The brilliant light, the late awakening, and how I saw everything was so much larger once I slid out of bed. He was amazed at the retelling, although he was also unable to think of an explanation. "Weird..." he said, "Never heard of anything like that before..."

"I haven't either, but it happened," I answered, "Not that anything can be done about it now, I guess." And, really thinking about it, I wasn't sure if I even wanted something to be done. I was too small to be really helpful building, but there had to be something I could do to make up for that. "I was wondering... did you really just want me to come over for dinner?"

Again, Thrax laughed, that same intoxicating chuckle that he used so often, "So I'm not good at hiding secrets. I thought... well... maybe... but you're so small now... I couldn't..." For once, he was at a loss for words, but I had the idea.

"I don't mind... that is... if you still want to..." I said, smiling back at Thrax. It seemed like we both knew what we wanted, but were trying futilely to talk ourselves out of it. Several awkward moments later, we both gave up talking, Thrax shaking his head at this decidedly unusual situation. He picked me up again, carrying me over to his bed along the wall, thinking for a moment.

"Are... you sure?" Thrax asked, more with anticipation than worry I'd say no. I took one more look over his form as he sat on the bedside, noticing that his cock was already starting to poke out of his sheath. Instead of answering him with words, I carefully walked across his leg and began rubbing his member, sending a shiver through the giant dragon. His soft growls of pleasure encouraged me, as I kept my balance between his leg and cock as it slid forth.

That same feeling of discovering a terrifying beauty coursing through my body as I felt my own penis coming to attention, almost as quickly as Thrax's was. I crawled out onto his cock as soon as I could, sliding down to its tip, getting soaked in precum from head to toe. It was coming out in waves, each one nearly knocking me off the end of Thrax's penis as I rubbed every inch of it I could get a hand on from here.

Our combined scents filled the air, completing the mood we felt. His warmth added to my own, now that we both were at full arousal. I still remember feeling that cock, nearly 10 times as long as I was tall, pulse beneath me, growing warmer with each passing moment. Without a second thought, I pressed my face into his slit, taking in a mouthful of his juices. My senses were overloaded; I felt like pure energy, bringing this titan closer to orgasm. His growls were becoming terse roars as his breathing quickened. I came to my own peak first, moaning softly as I left a small spot of white on Thrax's penis, barely noticeable against the tower of blue.

Just moments later, Thrax peaked as well, letting loose a roar that would have split the heavens. Untold gallons of his hot seed spilled forth in a tidal wave, knocking to the floor below, somehow unhurt. I drank what I could, filling myself beyond any reasonable capacity. The flow continued for nearly half a minute before subsiding, Thrax leaning over the edge of the bed to look down at my sorry shape, lost in an ocean of white.

"That... was wonderful..." he said between gasps, recovering from his massive orgasm. He pulled me free from the mess, letting me lay in his hand. I was soaked, and exhausted; and I couldn't have been happier. Something drew me toward Thrax, it always had, but that feeling was stronger now that he was a giant. Deep inside, I knew that I wasn't just delusional from the great flash, there was something closer, more personal than that.

I answered, "Yes..." before falling asleep in his hand. I'd never slept better, and I'd never been this close to another living being - regardless of species. On that rare night, I was able to remember my dreams past dawn, dreams about Thrax and me, together. I awoke to find myself on the floor, apparently dropped sometime over night. I spent a moment wondering how I survived such a long drop when Thrax woke up, sitting on the side of his bed, mumbling incoherently to himself.

"Good morning," I said, marveling at his beautiful blue form again. He didn't hear me, and he stood up on the side of his bed, stepping on me. But I wasn't crushed like I should have been, I was flattened to the curves of his sole. The scent of his foot was attractive, in its own way, as I felt the scales rub without care over me. I was stuck to him for a few steps, feeling the weight press down, then subside, before dropping off onto the floor again.

That light did more than just increase the size of every non-human on the planet, but it gave some magical powers to the genian. Apparently, Thrax could do anything to me without causing injury, or I would just be a red stain on his carpet right now. The smell of morning coffee being brewed interrupted my internal debate on the topic, reminding me to tell Thrax.

In a twilight between waking and sleeping, Thrax sat down at his table again, drinking the coffee quickly. Using my same tactic as the night before, I laid down under his foot, pounding on it hard as a human's body would allow. That helped to wake him up, and he looked down at me again. "We really should stop meeting like this," he said, snickering as he pulled me into easier listening range.

"Thrax, you remember that light flash I mentioned, right?" I asked.

Still not quite awake, he replied, "Uh-huh... so?"

"I think it did more than just make me smaller. I think there was some magic." I said. Of course, once I learned things were just the opposite - that the world had grown, and I hadn't shrunk - I realized that Thrax had the ability, not me. But, no matter who had the gift, it gave me a few ideas.

"Magic?" he asked, confused.

Blushing a little, I told him why I assumed that. "While you were waking up this morning, you stepped on me." Thrax looked horrified at what he did, and I continued hastily, before he would start apologizing. "It didn't hurt at all. I just flattened out, and felt your weight on top of me."

"It didn't hurt?" Thrax said, "But... weird!"

Laughing, I wondered if Thrax thought an inch tall human was weird too, or normal compared to everything else that was happening. "Either way, can I ask you to... do something?"

Thrax nodded, "Like what, Fred?"

I thought carefully for a moment, trying to think of how to best use this newfound 'power'. "I... liked that feeling of you walking on me this morning. Could you do it again? Maybe I could stay under your foot all day?" I suggested, hoping that Thrax wouldn't think I'd lost my mind.

He stole my technique of doing without saying, placing me on the ground and lowering his foot on top of my body. He rubbed it back and forth a few times to get comfortable with my feeling beneath, and made sure I was stuck. I was laying on my back, face pressed into his big toe, with no room at all to spare. The last rational part of my mind screamed that I had to be insane for doing this, but that thought was quickly silenced as Thrax walked through town, starting on his work.

Rhythmically, his foot would come up and down, pressing and releasing thousands of tons from me. It was indescribable, the feelings I experienced beneath his enormous paw. I climaxed several times throughout the day, becoming more aroused at each step until the sun came down. At home, Thrax peeled me off his foot, noticing the evidence of how much I enjoyed the ride. "Did your idea work?" he asked playfully, and I could only nod in reply. I was too tired to say anything, but he smiled anyway.

After dinner, Thrax took me to his bed again, and I offered no complaints. This time, he rubbed me across his member, knowing I could take it. We both came at the same time, and I laid in his hand as he let his jets of seed rush over me. I had heard from my few friends on Earth what their girl- and boyfriends were like, but this outdid everything they told me. I knew, in that moment, that this was more than just a friend, I wanted to be with Thrax forever.

So, now, we are together, every moment of every day. I've gone back to working with Thrax during the day, easily doing some of the detail work even the best-sighted of genian would find a challenge. Explaining what happened wasn't important; most of the genian really didn't care. Eventually, others discovered they had magical powers of their own. Many could change their height, some could change species, still others had learned magic that would have fit in with medieval sorcery. Thrax's only gift proved to be his inability to harm me, but that was enough to make us both happy.

We've been declared a mated pair, a pair that loves life together, the closest thing to marriage genian observe. Looking back, I feel sorry for other humans, the ones who wanted to stay on Earth or Elysium. They've never seen anything like this, a paradise that I never could have dreamed of just one year ago. Ikaria has gotten back to normal, but I know I'll never go back to the way I was, lonely, without anyone to call a friend. Because, now, I have much more. Thrax is a part of me, I am a part of him, and we are a pair that will never be separated. For, it is when two different people meet that the truest of love can grow.