Gratuitous Tentacle Rape

Sometimes you just can't get enough cock. That's why there's tenta-rape™.

Mounted Minidrake

Timanth taking Shira for a ride!

Flattening New Jersey

Written after a particularly unpleasant trip to New Jersey. Nothing even resembling a plot here; just 4200+ words of shameless, raunchy megamacro destruction.

Somewhere out in the ocean, a beast lurks, waiting for an opportunity to come ashore and wreak havoc on the rather pathetic little creatures that have taken over the surface of the planet. After a major snowstorm left the entire northeast paralyzed, the enormous reptile decided that this would be his time to strike. He rose quickly, his body leaving almost no wake as he slid across the sea floor; such opportunities for mayhem were few and far between. He leapt out of the water and landed just south of Newark, crushing a large swath of highway beneath his paws.

Far from being like the kaiju of old, the creature was simply massive in all respects. He stood over a mile tall as he rose upon his two legs. His body, covered in emerald and sapphire scales, was stacked with muscle. His feet were tipped with curving, razor-sharp talons which now pierced into the ground. This beast was very clearly male as well: an ebony, heavy, humanoid penis dangled halfway to his thighs and began to harden. He smelled strongly of sea salt, but other scents were slowly becoming apparent.

Despite being under the sea for generations, the titan seemed to know exactly how to cause the most chaos in his wake. He started walking directly upon the turnpike, crushing all lanes beneath his merciless tread. With each step he deliberately ground his paw back and forth just to feel the bodies popping and ground crumbling against his smooth soles. He covered the miles between his landing point and the airport in a matter of moments, leaving the terminal right between his slowly sweating feet.

The giant simply stood there for a few moments, letting the terror slowly sink in as those in the airport realized that they would have only a few more moments to live. One plane tried to take off, but the male quickly swatted it to the ground with his right hand; the craft went down with a fiery explosion. Only once he was satisfied that no other little bugs would be so foolish as to try escape did he continue his assault.

Rather than simply stomp the building into the ground, the giant decided to take a more tactical approach. He kicked his right foot forward, letting the heavy claws tear into the building's facade and allow his toes to press inside. They rolled easily over the little beings closest to the windows, while the even less fortunate bugs were left standing in horror. The stench of paw sweat quickly filled the terminal, clear fluid dripping from between the wiggling digits.

One little was caught between two house-sized toes as they slowly squeezed. The heavy, hot sweat clung to the tiny one's clothing, smeared over his flesh, and nearly made him wretch from the smell. Then, as the pressure increased, the desperate fur trashed about to get air, coughing as the briny fluid forced into his maw. Soon he couldn't breathe at all as the pressure on his lungs became too great. Ribs began to crack, the little one's vision slowly went dark, ending in a loud crunch as the beast gave one last squeeze and brought the toes together.

Most of the terminal was in a panic by the time the titan had finished that perverted display of power. The main entrance was already in ruin, which forced furs to escape via the emergency exits, many spilling out onto the tarmac. The beast saw this and simply laughed, pulled his foot free, and walked toward the fleeing bugs. He carefully walked around the perimeter of the airport, trying to destroy each possible escape route before turning his attention back to his newly found playthings.

Being under the ocean for centuries had left the scaled monster with plenty of pent up urges. He felt that now was the best time to take care of one of those as he reached for his malehood and slowly began to stroke. The pungent smell of male sex began to fill the air, but the beast had even darker things in mind. He let forth a rumbling growl as he let forth a torrent of piss, a golden waterfall striking with enough force to shatter cement. The stench was enough to make eyes water, but - worse still - the powerful acidity and scalding heat made contact with the yellow fluid hazardous.

Though the crowd tried to disperse, it was really far too late for them. He had more than enough to go around and, with the only means of escape destroyed, their best efforts could only buy them a couple of moments, at best. It surged across the ground like a toxic tsunami, sweeping away people, planes, and buildings alike. The grass withered in a matter of moments and left behind scorched, brown patches. The furs fared even worse, as even a drop of the fluid was enough to burn and leave the victim writhing in agony. Those that were swept away were effectively spared; their bodies were reduced to little more than a pile of bones as the fluid carried their corpses. The ones that were running had to fight off the urge. No matter what, the beast kept aiming for the dwindling number of survivors until there was nobody left on the ground. Once all was done, the entire airport was covered in a few inches of urine, the stench gradually wafting south.

It was still near-impossible for people to evacuate given the weather, but some brave souls were already taking to the roads. Not wanting to lose any more of his eight and a half million new toys than he had to, the scaled beast took to the roads again. His steps were quick as he bounded down the length of the turnpike; each step covered almost half a mile and left a thousand-foot long crater where his paw actually touched the ground. He stopped at the edge of the Delaware, seeing little reason to cross the water when so many things were already on the ground. Now that the primary means of escape was completely impassible he put his attention back on his playthings.

By this time, there were already news helicopters trying to take to the air, braving the stiff winds and blowing snow to cover the story of a lifetime. Perhaps, even, the story that could end their lives. The beast saw this and realized these aircraft were not a threat; he simply ignored them as he started to walk north once more. Rather than sticking to the road he walked toward smaller towns, taking out an entire city block with each step. Where there once stood houses and businesses, a hundred-foot deep crater remained, filled with a thin sheen of sweat that turned the dirt into stinking mud.

Despite the obvious dangers of a mile-tall horny male, very few people were trying to escape at all. There was one small convoy, consisting of three semi trucks and a pair of SUVs, heading west as fast as they could. It wasn't nearly fast enough. With just three steps, those rank paws came down on either side of the road. He decided that these particular bugs weren't even worth the trouble of stepping on. The right foot lifted and toes wiggled, sending a heavy rain of sweat onto a small hill. It froze before the vehicles even got to it, causing the trucks to spin their tires and lose momentum before they started rolling back down, their sole hole of escape lost.

As he watched the little bugs on the road slowly figure out another option, the creature decided to take another approach. He crouched down slowly, bringing his heavy testicles toward them. Each one could have covered the collection of vehicles on the ground on its own; the sac was enough to smother them so completely, nobody would even see the small things under those large balls. The scent of sex filled the air as he came closer, the shadow looming, blotting out the light. Sounds of screeching tires echoed across the barren, snow-covered landscape as the bugs made a final, desperate attempt at escape, but those sounds were abruptly ended as the testicles touched the ground.

Underneath the giant balls, those who had gotten out of their vehicles were pressed right against the sweaty flesh, the musky fluid clinging to clothing and fur alike. The heat was intolerable, though the way the scrotum pressed in, breathing quickly became impossible. Those in their cars could survive a few moments longer than those outside, but the metal slowly caved under that prodigious weight. It was a slow, inescapable process; none of them could even hope to open a door even if there were somewhere they could go to avoid their fate. None of them survived when the giant stood up three minutes later.

While those little ones squirmed beneath his balls, the scaled one's erection started to swell. A heavy foreskin clung to the head of that thick length, sliding back and forth as the male slowly stroked himself. He found another couple of cars stuck in the snow, this time with their occupants still trapped inside, and felt the urge to give them a much warmer place to die. The tip pointed at one doomed vehicle as he leaned forward, then slid the car hood-first into the soaking urethra. The two furs inside could only watch in horror as the dome of the cockhead filled their vision, powerful waves of scent washing over them, followed shortly by several heavy drops of pre. Things went dark as their car was pressed inside, then forgotten about.

The other vehicle caught in that same snow bank was a van, filled with several people who were still trying to brave the blizzard and get out of town. They watched in horror as that hungry cockhead swallowed the nearby car, then pointed at their own ride. The side door flung open and two of the passengers jumped out, but it was already far too late. That fleshy monster struck once more. Rather than being stuffed in the urethra this time, the giant stroked forward, enveloping the newest victims of his lust in his foreskin.

The two furs that wandered free were too small to even make a bulge underneath the skin, mired in the thick, slimy substance all around them. The stench of cum and pre was overpowering, nearly choking those caught inside. As the giant resumed pawing himself, those victims were rubbed lewdly against the heavy glans, pushed nearly free only to be forced down again, battered by the constant motion around them. There was enough light coming in through the thin skin that they could see every detail of the flesh that surrounded them, every vein on the cockhead, even the 'flecks' of dried cum that were larger than their bodies.

Those in the van were given an even less pleasant ride as the giant's finger cme down atop the roof, slowly crushing it in. The doors were crimped closed, the windows cracked just enough to let that viscous goo seep inside. The driver tried to fire the van up and drive, but it was of little use; there wasn't enough traction due to all the precum and filth built up, to say nothing of the pressure holding them all in place. They could only watch as the van slowly filled up with the stench of uncut, anthro-reptile dick, ultimately left to drown in it.

Having a couple specks to toy with with nice enough, but the giant wanted even more to sate his lust. But when you have an entire state at your disposal, there are always more toys to be had. He left his other toys where they were and found a small town to start with. The creature simply crouched down again, his balls on the outskirts of the village, while his cock slammed down on main street. A thick wave of pre gushed forth, flooding the nearest block of buildings. The cacophony was enough to get most of the furs out and trying to escape; the giant just laughed at their fuitle efforts to get away. His cock swung back and forth as he climbed to all fours, only to slam against the ground with the force of a meteor each time he thrust his hips.

A low, deep growl of lust shook the entire town as the giant started to get into a rhythm. Each time that heavy, musky cockhead slammed against the earth, several more buildings were crushed against his tip, with more washed away in the stream of precum. The furs smothered under the foreskin were tossed around, sliding back and forth, the fluid around them becoming even more potent and viscous. To those of the ground, it was like trying to escape the inevitable. The cockhaed came down seemingly at random, bouncing over one block just to crush the next, then sliding back to smear more pre around. The fluid was steaming against the cold pavement, too deep for a car to make it through; the ones that tried found themselves mired in the fluid and slowly swept away.

The scalie's head slowly tilted down to look at the destruction the cock wrought, then the beast simply laughed with amusement. People tried to run this way and that, even though their fate was long since sealed. The crowd was slowly thinning out as the bug-like beings were snuffed out by being crushed, drowned, or simply suffocating on the overwhelming scent of sex. Entire neighborhoods were laid to waste, leaving just a muddy pool of wreckage behind. But the beast wanted even more than just wanton, careless destruction; he wnated these little pests to cower in complete terror in front of him. Rather than humping aimlessly as he had before, the giant started to aim for unoccupied buildings to corral the little ones together, until several hundred found themselves on the same block with nowhere else to run.

With yet another dark laugh, the giant crawled foward, bringing his heavy, dripping cockhead over the group. A single drop of pre fell and crashed onto the crowd; dozens were crushed with the force of the impact. Many others were mired in the goo; some drowned, others were pulled free by their surviving neighbors. The beast pulled his foreskin back, revealing the slimy cockhead to those on the ground benath, another wave of male stench rising in the air. The remains of that wrecked van fell onto the ground, a sign of the giant's power. The two furs that were free inside just found themselves pulled back even further, trapped against the crown of that enormous cockhead.

On the ground, there was no hope at all. The giant just slowly lowered his cockhead alone, then rumbled in approval as people began to squirm against it. Some found themselves stuck to his flesh; others were left pinned to the ground and smothered in precum. Rather than humping violently, the cockhead slowly rubbed back and forth, miring the little toys in an ever-thickening layer of male goo, the slimy filth and pre combining to overwhelm the sense of smell of some of the littles. Several passed out from the stench alone, while the rest simply fought to keep their stomachs in check. The cockhead throbbed powerfully with the mega's lust, each beat of his heart accompanied by another drop of pre flowing over the pavement.

Scaled paws dug into the earth as lust drove the giant on. He finally gave in and thrust once into the crowd, crushing half of those beneath his cockhead. Leaning forward, he slowly dragged his shaft along the rest, only enough to press them against the ground without flattening them. Some sunk in to the precum-softened dirt, while others found themselves trapped against the side of that searingly hot flesh. It really made little difference, as the creature was getting quite close to his first climax. He reared back onto his haunches, bringing his sweating balls to the ground, and took his cock in his right hand. Those stuck to the cock were ground into tiny droplets of lube, much to the horror of the remaining survivors, as he jacked off furiously.

With a roar that could be heard for miles, the climax hit. He leaned forward again just to smother those little things under all his heavy cum; some didn't even survive the initial impact, but the rest slowly found themselves suffocating on the heavy goo as it forced its way into their nose, mouth, and other orifices. A dozen or so survived, having run to the furthest end of their prison, just far enough to avoid the heavy fluid that soaked the block. As the giant slowly came off his peak, he saw those cowering bugs and just laughed at their attempts at saving themselves. Even if he left them there, they wouldn't survive; there was no way for them to climb over the wreckage of their city and they'd certainly drown if they tried to swim through the lake of cum before them. But rather than leaving them, he decided that a light snack would be welcome, leaned his snout in closer, and flicked his tongue forth to lick them up.

The sheer size of the tongue made it completely inescapable for the little ones on the ground. They looked up at that sky-filling snout, then saw the soft, pink flesh darting toward them with lightning speed. All of them were stuck to it; slimy saliva gave them no hope of pulling themselves free. They were pulled steadily upward, beyond teeth larger than their old homes, trapped against the pebbly surface. The beast remained quiet as he could with the littles on his tongue, giving them merely the sound of his breath rushing by, the distant thudding of his heart, and the squishing sounds of saliva all around them. The muzzle slowly drifted closed, the pink walls gradually going dark as the giant left nature to take its course. As the tongue undulated, the tiny bugs inside were tossed and scattered, too far apart to even hear one another's voices over the sounds of the macro's body, the echoes lost against that spongy flesh.

After letting the tiny things have a few moments to contemplate the end of their existance, the giant swallowed with no further fanfare. He stood up and started walking to the nearest large city while the crumbs he'd just consumed slid down his throat. While the creature just went about his business from there on, it was a nightmare for the ones inside. The darkness was impenetrable, or so it seemed, but the other sensations around them were straight from a horror movie. The thick, slimy mucus within the scaly's throat clung to fur, flesh, and clothing like, leaving people soaked in the slippery goo and preventing them from even trying to grab hold of something. The steady motion of peristalsis brought them ever-closer to the stomach waiting far below.

The digestive acids were only starting to flow by the time they fell into that waiting pit. The stomach was quite small - it didn't need to expand for such a small snack - and several furs found themselves rubbed against one another. The sounds of digestion washed out all other noise, the fleshy walls offering no echo for the little snacks to hear one another. Acids bit into their fur, a slow tingling followed by a sensation of pure fire, then giving way to an even more unsettling nothingness. Some furs found themselves completely submerged, fluid forcing its way into their bodies via any way possible, while those even less fortunate only were left waist-deep, instincts screaming at them to try climb free, even though there was no way to escape.

While the food-furs fought a losing battle for their lives, the scaled beast simply walked along once again until he came to a larger city. He grinned as he saw these furs were making a more organized attempt to escape; the others he'd encountered so far weren't even offering a challenge. Not that they could do anything, of course, but it was so much more fun toying with bugs that actually thought they could save their lives. He stepped almost-carefully along the largest streets through town, bringing those deadly paws down on as many people as possible. He wiggled his toes just to feel the gore soaking between them, parts of furs embedded between his scales, a crimson froth staining the very base of his paw.

That careful stroll caused a minimum of collateral damage, which was the entire point. He wanted to have some buildings to play with as well this time around. And, at his height, some of the largest skyscrapers made almost adequate dildos. He raised his tail high above downtown, aimed his rear at the tallest building he could find, and slowly settled himself down. Though many of the furs had already evacuated the structure, some were still caught on the higher floors and had an uncomfortably close view of the other end of the scaly's digestive system.

The dark red flesh slowly squeezed around the building, causing the metal to groan ominously; support beams were never designed to withstand that sort of abuse. But it held together for now as the giant slowly crouched lower, a hand moving to his heavy cock once more. The cold steel and glass felt wonderful inside him, teasing him in a very different way than a warm cock would. It provided a cool sensation, a mere feeling of pleasnt fullness, rather than the heat another type of toy might have provided.

Inside, though, it was getting awfully hot for those furs left watching. The emergency lighting kicked in as the building was rocked on its foundation, forcing them to watch the scene unfolding around them. The walls pulsed, throbbed, and squeezed, each compression bringing about more damage to the building. Escape was no longer something to even consider; one of the first movements had crimped the stairwell around the 20th floor and trapped anyone above that level. Though the giant's rear was remarkably clean, due to an exceptionally efficient digestive system, that didn't make the little ones feel any better about their impeding demise. A groan of pleasure shook the entire building, causing even more panic to erupt.

Meanwhile, on the streets, furs were trying to get away from the mammoth display of virility in downtown. It was really a losing cause, though, and the giant knocked down just the right buildings to create another pen for his latest batch of toys. Tens of thousands were caught on the streets in the few blocks immediately below and in front of his erection. His heavy sac swung to and fro as he jerked himself off, like a twinned pair of scaled-covered wrecking balls. The dark flesh of his shaft glistened with the ever-increasing volume of pre, as well as the remains of his earlier fun. Some drops of precum splattered to the ground, soaking furs and weakening buildings, much to the amusement of the beast.

It really didn't matter to him how many or few of his toys survived this round. He just wanted to cum again and having an even larger audience brought out more of an exhibitionist streak in the giant. His legs spread further as he rode the building to the ground, even as it slowly started to crumble inside of him. Not content to merely let the little ones watch, his hand darted out into the crowd and snatched up a hundred or so furs, then cupped them firmly against his balls. They writhed in desperation, trying to push the musky flesh away from them, but it was still a losing effort. It clung to their bodies, compressed them against it, slowly suffocating them. He brought his paw back to give them a little more air before squeezing his balls tightly; the entire pawful burst under the pressure, just the latest victims of the lusts.

Even those that weren't in the blocks immediately in front of the jerking giant were aware when he climaxed. The roar shook the entire city. Those inside his dildo were quite aware of it to, at least for a moment; the entire building collapsed around them as the giant's tailhole clenched, reducing everything inside to a single, impossibly mangled pile of wreckage. On the street, the giant leaned forward just to soak his playthings in cum. Each wave obliterated an entire city block, washing away buildings and miring thousands of furs in his thick seed. A dozen shots later and the giant was spent, for now, but an entire lake of white was left on the ground and an entire business district was wiped out.

With a heavy groan, the giant slowly stood up again, letting the remains of the skyscraper fall from his rear. He looked around, surveyed the wreckage, and just grinned to himself. In this weather it would be at least another day before the bugs could even try to send an offensive against him - the military wouldn't have a plan for something like this - and conditions weren't favorable for any fast-flying craft. By the time they could even think about attacking, he would have leveled the entire state and sunk back to the ocean floor. The only pressing decision he had to make was deciding just where he wanted to go next and what horrors to unleash on those unfortunate little bugs.

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.

Sheath Attack! (art by SirFox)

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

Sharing Kraken (art by Nominus)

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

Ill Fortune

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Timanth yelped as he was brutally picked up by his tail, forcibly ripped from his sleep when a huge white paw had descended upon him, shocking him from dreams of micro playtoys and pleasure. What greeted him when his disorientation left him was not an assuring sight. Shira, the hermaphrodite dragoness he’d played with earlier, was grinning darkly at him, dangling him from his tail. In this position, he was in no shape to resist, let alone fight. All he could do was gape at the white dragoness that held him prisoner and manage a strangled yelp.

“YOU! You’re supposed to be dead! I saw you crush! I…” Truthfully told, the bronze dragon had felt the then-small Shira squelch wetly beneath his hind foot, trampled to a pulp in an instant of sheer pleasure.

The white dragoness above him chuckled maliciously, “”Hmmm…well, you’re quite ignorant…Didn’t you know that I regenerate? Or don’t you know that all dragons have size and shape-shifting powers?”

Truth be told, the Asian dragon really didn’t know. He wasn’t a true dragon, rather a synthetic polymorph that had taken a dragon to be its default shape. Beyond Shira, he really hadn’t had any experience with any beings who could both regenerate and change size at will before. There was no reason to expect that the puny thing he had caught wasn’t just another fragile being. But no, this one had proven hirself quite the opposite of his expectations.

“Well,” Shi snarled viciously, “You’re long, lithe, and flexible. I’m willing to bet that you’re quite stretchy too. You’ll make an excellent condom, and after what you did to me, I’m sure you think that’s fair revenge.”

Too shocked by hir words to react, Timanth could only stare in disbelief as he was lowered into the huge dragon’s lap. Immediately, he was aware of the intense heat pressing against him. Locating the source, the bronze dragon almost gagged as he realized whire the intense heat was coming from. Towering beside him was a huge member, slick pre oozing out the tip and flowing down its sides. Trapped tightly by his captor’s thighs, he watched with resignation as the pre flowed over him, covering him head to toe with the white dragoness’ fluids. His stomach revolted at the thought of the viscous fluid forcing its way down his nose, into his throat…He shuddered in revulsion.

The white dragoness chuckled maliciously, squeezing hir thighs just enough to constrict hir captive’s body painfully tight. “Well, I don’t want to rip you in half in the process, so I suppose I’ll have to slick you up abit.”

Somehow, hir words sent shivers down his spine. Smiling in cruel amusement, shi used one hand to liberally scoop up some of the now liberally flowing pre, making sure to rub some all over hir Asian captive before inspecting it closely. Smiling a little playfully, shi grinned, “It’ll do.”

What shi did next completely astonished and horrified the bronze dragon. Lifting hir right foot a little, shi rubbed hir paw all over it, smearing it liberally with pre. Shi made sure to rub especially generous amounts all over hir toes, as, she noted with glee, those would be utilized the most. It was fitting, she thought, that the very tools that had been used to flatten hir before were now being used to torment hir killer.

Chuckling darkly, she snarled, almost too softly, at the cowering Asian dragon, “So…ready to stretch? Hehhehheh.”

Taking him by the waist, she tossed him on the ground with enough force to daze him, and perhaps break a few ribs to prevent him from moving. It didn’t matter. He’d be just as useful, and thire would be little resistance. Grinning, she lifted hir right foot and set it onto the smaller dragon, hir middle claw pointing wickedly at his tailhole. Realizing what shi was about to do, the smaller dragon panicked visibly and struggled hard, but to no avail. He could only watch as the claw advanced inexorably toward his rear. A small scream was ripped from his throat as the sharp claw penetrated his tailhole. The claw was too sharp, too thick as it continued to slide into his body, violating his insides with its hard, unnatural presence. Timanth writhed in pain as the hard talon drove deeper and deeper, meeting no resistance from his soft insides until it was buried within his body all the way to the hilt.

Even though the advance had stopped, the copper dragon was still enveloped in pain, but thick unnatural claw inside of him stretching him unbelievably wide. It was then that Shira decided to take things a bit furthir, and started to slide the scaled part of hir toe deeper into the bronze dragon’s insides. The Asian drake shrieked in agony as the toe penetrated deeper and deeper, not only violating parts of him that had never seen the light of day, but also stretching his tailhole wider and wider. He could feel his hide start to crack and tear from the strain, and his cries for mercy were genuine. But the white dragoness towering above him seemed not to notice, intent only on forcing hir entire middle toe into the small dragon. The copper Asian could only watch helplessly as inch after inch was plunged into his depths, until with a sickening sudden stretching at the toe base, the entire digit was in. He could hear Shira’s sadistic snickering above, and could just barely make out words through the haze of pain.

“That should be wide enough to fit…but not too wide so that you slide on easily…I don’t want my toy getting too loose, heh heh heh…”

Grinning, she pulled out hir toe with a squelching sound, tendrils of pre trailing between his tailhole and hir claw. Snatching the bronze dragon from the ground, she replaced him on hir member, his rear stretching painfully at the tip. Gripping both his legs, the white dragoness began to pull down with brutal force, not caring what she damaged on the way. Timanth could hear his bones dislocating, his wings flapping pathetically, almost comically against the ever-growing bulge forcing its way up his body.

“Yesss,” growled the hermaphrodite, “That’s it…nice and tight, just like what a good condom should feel…”

Shi continued to pull down hard, the blue shaft of her cock forcing its way deeper and deeper into the bronze dragon’s body until it was pushing its way up, up through his throat and out of his mouth. And still the shaft continued to slides its way through the bronze dragon!

Finally, the incredible blue member had completely forced its way through the Asian dragon’s body, leaving his rump pressed flush with the white dragoness’ belly. The tip and a good part of the shaft still protruded a far distance from his mouth, and the white dragoness frowned with disapproval.

“I thought condoms were supposed to stay closed…oh well, you’ll make just as good a sleeve!”

Smiling with sadistic satisfaction, the herm dragoness gripped hir shaft around the bronze dragon with one gigantic forepaw and started to stroke. Rivulets of pre ran down the sides, only adding more lubricant. As the bronze dragon was completely impaled on hir cock, the pre ran THROUGH his body, rather than over it, adding to the lubricated quality of his insides.

Faster and faster Shira stroked, feeling hir member heat up with pure friction. Shi could feel the bronze dragon’s hide start to smolder from the fast stroking, and grinned internally at the discomfort he must be feeling. Turning the speed up a notch, the white dragoness began to pump herself at full speed, pistoning her hand up and down with wild abandon.

The bronze dragon had long since either vaporized or liquefied by now, and Shira suspected the latter, as the wetness between hir hand and hir shaft increased marginally. Shi grinned as a slight pink sheen began to show on hir cock with each downstroke, smearing the remains of the bronze dragon all over hir cock.

Shi could feel her orgasm building as hir paw moved faster and faster over the blue pole of flesh. Hir multi-colored wings fanned out on each side of her, creating huge gusts of wind that flattened trees and leveled mountains. With each stroke, hir cock started to throb bigger and bigger, building up seed and semen for a final explosion.

And explode shi did. Leaning back and roaring to the skies, the herm dragoness blasted her load high up in the air, a pure white tinted pink with the remains of Timanth. Huge long ropes of it were ejected from her member, to fall coiling and sticky back upon the spent body of the hermaphrodite dragoness.

Hir climax lasted for what seemed like eternity. When shi came down from the peak of bliss, her mind finally recalled the bronze dragon shi had captured. Looking down at hir blue shaft, shi could see smoldering remains and liquefied dragon smeared all over the flesh, and shi chuckled, knowing the pain that Timanth must have suffered through in the last few moment of his life.

Taking a flying leap and spreading hir wings, Shira flew off to find a place in which to wash, and perhaps another toy to sate her ever-present lust.

Lost In Town

Out of fuel in an unfamilar part of town, a dragoness searches for help. A trade with NachT.

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POLICE REPORT

I, Shira I'nusyl , am not charged with any crime. I am voluntarily providing this information to the City Police, on this 20^th day of October , 2005. Under penalty of law, I certify this information is correct to the best of my knowledge.

A week ago, I moved into a new apartment on the west side of town, by the navy base. I quickly took a job with a fast food company, since it was the only job available. So, after a late-night shift yesterday - or at least what I assume was yesterday - I couldn't follow the route home very well, especially in the darkness at 1:15 in the morning.

I left work a little after one o'clock Friday morning, and started driving home. Nothing eventful, but I must have miscounted street lights, or somehow missed a major road somewhere, since I ended up in a part of town I didn't even vaguely recognize. I couldn't read the street signs very well – condensation and fog rendered the reflective coating useless – so I continued driving around. I assumed I would eventually come to a major road with a lit street sign, stumble across something I recognized, or find a gas station where I could stop to ask for directions.

But after about an hour of driving around aimlessly, the car sputtered to a stop. I stared down blankly at the dashboard and saw the needle on the gas gauge well below "E". Sure enough, the low fuel warning hadn't even come on, and I hadn't been watching the gauge carefully. Grumbling to myself, I got out of the car and looked around. I was in one of the poor parts of town, the sort of area I'd normally go out of my way to avoid, but since I was stranded and needed a way out, I started to look around. I continued to grumble to myself about the high price of fuel and my decision to buy everyone pizza earlier in the week, instead of filling the car with gas.

Under the light of a nearly-full moon, I could see fairly well after my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Given the late hour, however, it took quite a bit of looking to find even one home lit up. I didn't want to disturb anyone that was sleeping, so this home looked especially promising. It was a small, slightly run-down, one-story home, much like every other one on the street. I don't remember much more, other than the house number on the dingy brick mailbox: 4269.

I waited a few minutes in front of the house before I actually got the nerve to ring the doorbell. I could hear indistinct noises inside, which helped affirm that someone was actually in there. The noise stopped suddenly when I rang the bell. I gulped. I waited. About a minute later, the door opened, and a large figure filled it. At the time, I couldn't make out many details, since the low light was just enough to outline his form. By my best guess, the being was at least eight feet in height, and I could make out wings in the background. I didn't have long to look over the person in the doorway, however. As I timidly said "hello," and began to explain my situation, I noticed a large object in a paw. Before I could react, it came around and hit me squarely in the side of the head. I fell unconscious.

When I came around, I was in a room without windows, so I couldn't guess at the time. That concern quickly left my mind, however, when I realized my clothes were gone. I tried to move around to find them, but I could barely even wriggle. All of my limbs were restrained in some way or another, as I was dangled from the ceiling; my wings had carefully been tied back with a soft rope, while my wrists and tail were bound together, and my ankles were similarly bound. I heard noises in the next room, much like I'd heard last night when I was standing outside, and decided to call out. "Help!" I yelled, being loud as I possibly could, "I'm stuck in here!" Calling out like that would soon prove to be a mistake.

The noises stopped suddenly, just as they had last night. This time, I heard voices. "It sounds like the white one finally woke up," I overheard, 'white one' obviously referring to my own white scales.

"About time. You clocked hir good last night."

"Oh, hush you. Not like I could tell that shi was harmless. Shi could have been armed for all I knew."

I heard laughing, and I couldn't help but snicker at the voices myself. I'm barely 5'7", quite thin, and rather weak for a dragon. I didn't think I could have possibly come off as imposing. "Where could shi have put a gun in that getup?" He said, still chuckling, "It would have been obvious if shi had something. And don't tell me you felt intimidated by someone more than two feet shorter than you, who doesn't look strong enough to kill a fly. I know even you aren't that goofy."

"But... but... mew..."

"No buts about this, Kraken. Let's go check on our little prize, hmm?" I froze upon hearing that. I didn't know what the two intended, or even what they looked like, but I was soon to find out. The first one to enter the room I recognized as the one who answered the door last night. He looked even taller from my current, distorted perspective as I dangled from the ceiling. The big, red creature had to crouch to get into the room, confirming my guess at his height: he was easily eight feet tall, possibly more. He looked like some sort of a cross between a dragon and a raptor, anthro, and with gold highlights on his red scales. He was also completely naked. Despite my concerns for my well being, I couldn't help but stare at his sheath. It was easily as large around as my head, and hung just past his knees, pushed forward by a pair of basketball-sized testicles. "Awwr, but NachT," he whined, turning back to face his companion, "It's a herm. You know I don't like-"

"Quiet, Kraken," NachT growled, as he walked into the room, leaning against the door frame, while his long tail flicked about in the hallway. I glanced curiously over the demon, having never seen anyone built quite like him before. I couldn't tell at first glance if he was furred or merely had hide, but I could tell that most of his form was a sky-blue color, with white along the underside of his neck, stretching down to the inside of his thighs. He was a rather tall, slender being, the sort of creature who's more powerful than he looks, but he was still dwarfed by Kraken. The demon was wearing little: a pair of pants with a slit right up the middle, allowing his maleness to dangle free, and a limited selection of black bondage gear that stood out against his pale body. "Shi'll still have a hole for you to stuff and a cock for you to play with. At least it's not a female; you never do anything but complain about those."

Kraken cringed at the word female. "You know just how to ruin a mood," he said, his tail drooping a bit, before looking over at me and grinning toothily. "But shi'll do for now." Without another word, Kraken moved behind me and unbound my legs, throwing the cuffs aside, letting them clatter noisily on the tile floor. I squirmed, but he wrapped one arm around my legs to stop my movement, while his other paw started stroking his massive sheath. I stared and watched for a moment, amazed even he could get a paw around that thick organ, and could see his arousal building as his sheath swelled.

I turned back to look at NachT, giving him a pleading glance, but my snout brushed against his genitalia, since he had moved closer while I was distracted with Kraken's display. "Oooh, that's nice... so, what's your name, dragon?"

"Sh... Shira..." I whimpered, looking up at him, while trying to ignore the penis right in front of me, even as its potent, musky aroma wafted to me. "Please don't hurt me..."

"Awwwr, calm down," NachT said, gently caressing my muzzle with a paw, "If you don't put up a fight, we won't have to hurt you. You might even find you'll ... enjoy yourself." With those last words, his agile tail brushed teasingly across my femsex, caressing its lips, sending a shiver of pure pleasure through my entire body.

"Yeah, so be a good little plaything and we'll be gentle," Kraken rumbled behind me. I felt something else rubbing against me, and turned my head back to look again, and gulped. Kraken was fully-aroused, but four cocks had come out, not just one. All of them waving and wiggling like some obscene serpents; apparently they were all fully prehensile. Pre was already dripping from the tips of the thick, black and red shafts. Combined, they looked even thicker than the sheath they had emerged from, and while they all were different shapes and sizes, the shortest looked nearly two feet long, and the longest was nearly three!

"But I can't take those! You can't-"

"I can!" Kraken roared, interrupting me, "And you will!"

"And I told you not to argue with us, little Shira," NachT growled, grabbing my snout and forcing me to look up at him, rage in his eyes. "Now do what we want you to!" As I opened my muzzle to respond, Kraken spread my legs wider, taking one in each hand, and stood between them. His erections rubbed directly against my tailhole, teasing it for a moment, before all four of pressed into me at once. I screamed in anticipated agony, but his pre made an incredibly good lubricant, and seemed to numb me slightly, making me feel nothing but pleasure as the four shafts squirmed – yes, squirmed – their way deeper inside me.

NachT, meanwhile, took advantage of my open muzzle, forcing his long, slender shaft into me. It wasn't nearly the strain that taking Kraken's maleness was, but it made breathing rather difficult. NachT soon forced my snout against his crotch, burying his shaft deep into my throat, frequently causing me to gag on his length. He leaked an incredible amount of pre, the fluid alone enough to interfere with breathing. What air I could breathe in, I took in through my nostrils, the potent, musky scent of male thick in the air.

Kraken was more brutal, at my other end. He thrust forcefully into me using an ever-changing rhythm, never allowing me to get used to any one thing. As he speared deep into my ass, his cocks wriggled, causing me to gasp as he teased me in ways nobody else ever has, and I doubt anyone else ever will. I could feel them grinding up against my walls, teasing steadily deeper as they stretched me wider, Kraken slowly walking closer to me.

While I was being taken, neither of my captors allowed me to ignore my own arousal. Kraken replaced his right paw with his tail, still restraining me, before bringing that paw around to stroke my erection firmly, in time with his own movements. Meanwhile, NachT continued to tease me with his slender, agile tail, wriggling it against my femsex again and again, slowly pressing it deeper into me, as his shaft moved deeper into my throat. I cried out, the sound muffled by NachT's shaft, unable to deny my pleasure.

It was a strange sort of rhythm that they'd gotten into. Kraken steadily moved in and out of my rear, still restraining me with one paw and his tail, while his other paw stroked my shaft with every movement he made, in or out, his four shafts tugging on my tightly-stretched anus. Similarly, NachT thrust into my maw with his erection and into my sex with his tail, my own fluids dampening and slickening it, the appendage never ceasing to find new ways of stimulating me, arousing me further still.

Though I was still bound – my wrists and wings still restrained – I'm not entirely sure I could have escaped even if I was free to do so. The scent around me and pleasure flowing through me were intoxicating. I could feel every vein on Kraken and NachT's maleness as they penetrated me, every scale on Kraken's paw as he stroked my own erection, every tiny twitch NachT's tail made within me. In retrospect, I'm surprised none of the neighbors came to ask what was going on, with all the noise we were making; Kraken, NachT, and I all growled and moaned, our sounds echoing off the barren walls.

Kraken was the first to orgasm. His loud roar was deafening, as his cocks quickly swelled up, thick seed soon shooting into me. I cried out from the warmth, concerned I was being scalded, though the sensation slowly changed into pure pleasure. The sheer intensity of feeling brought me to my peak as well; my sex clenched tightly around NachT's tail, and my cock shot forth my own, relatively tiny load over Kraken's paw. My eyes went wide as I was filled with at least a gallon of seed, my body accepting every drop as I was overwhelmed with feeling, squeezing around those thick shafts to try get as much as possible from each one. Without conscious thought, my muzzle seemed to do the same, as I swallowed around NachT's shaft; only a burst of warmth flooding my muzzle brought my back to my senses. I could taste NachT's seed as it washed over my tongue. What he lacked in volume, the made up for in potency. Though he had only a slightly larger load than my own, it was thick as molasses as it spurted over my tongue, before forcing its way into my throat. I swallowed every drop, murring deeply at the taste, my tongue vibrating against his shaft teasingly.

Left in a delightful afterglow, my body was now hypersensitive; I could feel everything even more than before. I could feel every scale on Kraken's paw as he held my softening erection, every twitch of NachT's tail within my sex, and every pulse and throb the spent cocks made within my tailhole and throat. Both Kraken and NachT withdrew in unison, sending another shiver through my form as my female orgasm nearly peaked again. I was left dangling in place, too tired and aroused to do anything, while the males moved out of my view for a moment, standing behind me. Though they were trying to keep their voices low, I could hear every word.

"I told you that you'd like it," NachT said smugly.

"Yeah, but we always do things your way," Kraken whined, "I still want a male." I sensed a subtle change in Kraken's voice, and heard a surprised sound from NachT.

"Hey, what the-" NachT started, but his voice was cut off. I looked behind me, straining my neck to even get a peek. I was just able to see Kraken wrapping a paw around NachT's muzzle, holding it closed, the dracoraptor's cocks hardening again. I was still restrained, leaving me able merely to watch, not that I dared interfere with the two males even were I capable of doing so. Kraken swiftly pressed two cocks into NachT's tailhole, the demon crying out muffledly as he was taken, crying out into Kraken's paw. It seemed that the seed still on those members was serving as quite a lubricant, as Kraken nearly hilted himself with a single thrust.

As I watched, I couldn't resist my arousal, my own shaft hardening again. Kraken noticed as well, and moved closer, aiming his remaining cocks at me. He seemed curious about my sex, despite his earlier demands for a male, as one cocktip pressed there, the other finding its way under my tail again. I growled in pleasure and pressed back into that touch, making no effort to hide my arousal. He shifted, and pressed the heads into me, sending a shiver through my form as he teased me, penetrating both of my entrances as one. Kraken moved us around, so I was face-to-face with NachT, pain obvious in his face. I could sense he was jealous that I had only one cock in each of my entrance instead of two in one, and that I was already loosened up.

Kraken seemed to be enjoying this even more than he'd enjoyed just taking me. He had complete control over both of us, thrusting in and out of us with enough force to take my strength and breath away. This time, still hypersensitive from before, I could even feel Kraken's shafts grinding together inside me, separated only by a thin layer of flesh. NachT seemed to be settling in as well, his cock erect once again, dripping pre onto the floor. The dracoraptor made no move to prevent us from pleasuring ourselves, or each other, so I wrapped my tail around NachT's length and began to stroke slowly, eliciting a growl from the demon. A brief moment later, I felt his tail caressing my own member, teasing it in exactly the same way, his movements an exact mirror of my own.

I felt a strange tingling within me as the massive red beast took me, sending new shivers through me. It felt almost electrical, teasingly lingering on my most sensitive areas. NachT must have felt it as well; he gasped and shivered suddenly, a large spurt of pre coming from his shaft and landing on my scales. Kraken just grinned at my lusty gaze, his cocks swelling even larger within me, as he seemed to be nearing once again. I started to stroke NachT more quickly, as he did the same to me. I wanted to climax at the very same moment Kraken did. I wanted to fully appreciate and enjoy his essence when it burst forth into me. I wanted, most of all, for this to be the best sex I'd ever had.

None of us could resist much longer, but NachT came first. I aimed his cocktip at my body, feeling his warm seed soak my cold scales, steaming slightly from the contrasting temperature. He must have clenched tightly around Kraken as well, as the red's cocks swelled larger still, ready for his release. That was enough to bring me over the edge as well, as I arched and cried out in pleasure, both of my sexes peaking simultaneously. Kraken pulled us both down completely onto his maleness as he climaxed as well, heat once again flooding my body, but this time filling NachT's as well. I was pressed close to the demon, who soon passed out from sensory overload. Kraken's second climax was no less impressive than his first, even though I 'only' had two erections throbbing within me this time. I don't know which I liked better.

After a minute or so, the dracoraptor came off his peak. He smiled at me, petting my head softly, caressing around my ears. I was quite tired from all the yiffing, and soon was lulled to sleep in Kraken's arms. When I woke up, I found myself sitting in my car again. It was daylight. I was fully clothed. I had enough gas in the car to get home. Shaking my head, I went home, then got ready to take a hot shower, wondering it it was all a dream. When I undressed to shower, though, the layers of dried semen on my scales was a powerful reminder that it was quite real.

I took a long shower, scrubbing myself thoroughly. I didn't want even a trace of that seed left on my scales. And now, after my shower, I came here, to fill out this report. I know I'm missing details – even I don't know how I got so lost or found my way home – but I hope this is enough to start an investigation.

I certify the preceding report is accurate to the best of my knowledge. Signed: ________________

After I finished writing the report, I read it again, to ensure everything was clear. I blushed deeply as I read on, remembering just how much I had enjoyed it all. Rape requires the victim to dislike the situation enough to withdraw consent, doesn't it? I excuse myself from the police station, report in hand, and went home. I lost count of how many times I masturbated to fantasies of NachT and Kraken, and what we'd do if we met again. I don't know if we will or not, but I think I'll let the car run out of gas again, just in case...

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.

Suspension Bondage (art by NachT)

In trade for my "Lost in Town" story, NachT did this piece, in which I am nice and full.

Hyravian Exploration

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This is my half of an art trade with the wonderful artist Orena. Check hir out on the VCL, both to get an idea of just what exactly a hyravian looks like, and to enjoy the rest of hir equally incredibly artwork. As for the story itself: Three newly-matured hyravians decide to explore, and run into a few others, before deciding to explore a little more thoroughly...

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It was the beginning of the dry season. The monsoon rains had passed, ending the mating season. While the youngest hatchlings were closely watched and guarded, the older, near-mature ones were often allowed to run and play on their own, with only the occasional glance in their direction. The savanna hyravians blended in well with their environment, making it difficult for any potential predator or threat to track them, though their sharp claws made actually taking one down harder still. As four-year-olds – a single year the only thing separating them from full adulthood – this particular group was fully capable of defending itself, even without any other weapons handy.

One pack of such four-year-olds decided to wander a bit farther than normal, into a nearby forest. They knew they were more vulnerable in the forest, as their brown hide was poor camouflage against the mostly-green backdrop, so they stayed near the edge of the forest, so they could run away quickly if necessary. The planted seemed completely alien to them, some of them without even names in their language, further sparking their young curiosity.

The leader of the group of three noticed something moving further inside the forest, and stopped to look. He started at it intently, unable to believe what he was seeing. While he'd heard of the forest hyravians, he'd never actually seen one before. The two sub-species looked very similar, though the forest hyravians are blue and green instead of brown, and only three feet tall instead of six. Quietly calling to his companions, the savanna hyravians slowly made their way closer, trying not to scare off the smaller ones.

Such caution was unnecessary, however; they movement that caught hir eye was merely a hyravian rolling over in hir sleep, as a small group of them seemed to be taking an afternoon nap. The three savanna hyrvans were able to get right in the middle of the sleeping dozen, and peered in closer, taking in detail. The blue hide glistened slightly with moisture from the soft, damp grasses beneath them.

Curiosity got the better of the adolescent hyravians, and the leader of their little group nuzzled at one of the sleepers. As the forest hyravian rolled over and yawned, the savanna hyravian got a good look at hir smaller counterpart. The forest hyravian squeaked in surprise as shi awoke to see a much-larger, strangely colored being towering over hir. Not wanting any of the others to awaken, the savanna hyravian put a paw over the smaller one's mouth, silencing hir, before placing another paw on hir belly to hold hir to the ground. Quietly motioning for the other two, all three looked at their find carefully.

While the two species were almost identical, the savanna hyravians were still fascinated by the size and color differences. The forest hyravian started to struggle, and the grip on hir body slipped. One paw slipped over hir groin, sending a shiver of pleasure through hir, and further sparking the younglings' curiosity.

After taking another quick look around to ensure the others were still sleeping and that nobody had come up on them, the lead hyravian moved a forepaw back to hir groin, this time deliberately stroking over hir genitals, feeling the soft flesh yield to hir paw. The little one, for all hir initial fears, mrrred softly and arched into the paw, slowly becoming aroused by all the attention from the giants over hir.

Seeing the other's pleasure was also arousing the three savanna hyravians. Before long four white-striped erections were slowly emerging, the sight further stimulating all four of the hyravians, even as the smallest one squirmed about on the forest floor. Though the forest hyravian felt rather uneasy as the strangers played with hir, the pleasure was undeniable. Besides, it was clear they meant well, at least in hir mind, so shi had little reason to resist, and if they meant to hurt hir, they would not have waited this long.

Talking amongst themselves, the savanna hyravians tried to decide on what to do with their little find. It was obvious shi was aroused as they were ,after all. They all wanted to do something at once, however, as none of them had the patience to wait while someone else had a turn. And there was always the risk someone would wake up or someone or something would find them. No, they all decided they'd take hir at the same time.

Still stroking the forest hyravian with one paw, the lead savanna hyravian slowly lifted hir off the ground using hir other paw. Shi squirmed a little, unsure what they were doing to hir, but even as shi struggled shi knew shi couldn't get away. A few moments later, a hyravian shaft was poking at hir muzzle. It was the largest of the three malehoods to be presented to hir, and shi doubted shi could take it; even as adolescents, these savanna hyravians were huge in all respects compared to their forest-dwelling counterparts.

As shi opened hir muzzle to cry out, the savanna hyravian quickly thrust forward, silencing the little one. The savanna hyravian let out a deep growl that vibrated hir cock within the forest hyravian's throat. The forest hyravian shivered in a mix of fear, pain, and pleasure, as the paw never strayed away from hir own shaft, which now glistened with pre, smeared along hir entire length.

Waiting only for the leader to get hir shaft inside, the other two gripped the forest hyravian's lower body carefully and guider their own pre-slickened shafts into hir, sending another shiver through everyone. The forest hyravian tensed hir body, squeezing all the cocks within hir tightly, letting out a muffled moan of pleasure as shi was penetrated from all sides. These were the three largest erections shi'd ever see, and shi was going to enjoy them thoroughly for as long as shi could.

The savanna hyravians gradually got into a steady rhythm, pistoning in and out of hir, each time working deeper. The forest hyravian was in ecstasy, humping into the paw wrapped around hir shaft, while feeling three shafts deep within hir, stimulating places one of hir own species never could hope to reach. One shaft was pressing against hir cervix, threatening to push into hir womb; another was deep in hir tailhole, sending a shiver through hir each time it withdrew, tugging on hir back door; while the last steadily worked in and out of hir throat, giving hir a taste of rich precum each time its thick head pulled back into hir maw, before taking hir breath away as it thrust in once again.

Pre and other fluids leaked copiously from the forest hyravian. The scents of the hyravians were getting steadily stronger, filling the forest air. When all three savanna hyravians thrust forward, the forest hyravian's snout was pressed slightly into the femslit of the one taking hir snout, sending another wave of pleasure through hir, and soaking hir muzzle in the fragrant juices. The pace and heat steadily increased, all three hilting into the little one, making sizable bulges in hir throat and stomach.

The sounds of their pleasure did not go unnoticed. A few of the nearby, sleeping hyravians slowly stirred from their sleep, before gawking at the scene unfolding before them. The savanna hyravians were too lost in their arousal to notice of care about anything, though, as they savored the wonderfully warm and tight embrace of the small being the three of them shared.

Steadily nearing climax, all four hyravians further increased their pace, the forest hyravian thrusting into a paw as shi was thrust into, shivering as warmth flooded through hir body, the savanna hyravians filling hir completely with every thrust. A few of the forest hyravians ran to hide, a few more stared at the spectacle in awe or jealousy, and a few of the heaviest sleepers continued to doze, the potent scents in the otherwise clean air influencing their dreams.

Controlling themselves carefully, the savanna hyravians were able to hold out for quite some time, highly aroused and leaking pre deep within the forest hyravian, filling hir with ounce after ounce of their fluids. The forest hyravian lacked such careful control, though, especially as shi was stimulated in every one of hir openings. After just a few minutes, shi climaxed, hir seed coating hir belly and the paw shi thrust into, while hir body tensed in pleasure, squeezing all three of the shafts within hir tightly.

It was enough to break the concentration of the savanna hyravians, who roared out in unison as they too reached orgasm. The y all thrust deeply into the small one that pleasured them so, shafts pulsing with with release as they hilted within hir. The forest hyravian shuddered as shi was filled, the hot seed reaching placed shi was never even aware of before. The others kept their distance, still unsure what to make of this situation.

As the four came off their climaxes, they once again became aware of the world around them. The forest hyravian blushed, knowing that everyone had seen and heard what happened, while the savanna hyravians realized they were outnumbered. Slowly, they withdrew from the forest hyravian, fluids dripping out of hir, before gently setting hir down and running off to their tribe again, looking for them in the evening light. Once released, the forest hyravian sat down, panting, able to taste and feel the lingering seed within hir, belly sloshing slightly. Shi was unhurt, though the others were still concerned, coming over to nuzzle hir and offer their reassurances that shi did nothing wrong.

None would forget that afternoon, especially not the forest hyravian who had been taken. A few silently hoped the savanna hyravians would return someday, so they could have a turn..