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Crushing on you

An anxious dragon receives romantic advice from an unlikely source.

Contains allusions to vore and some mild hypnosis.

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Vahari swept her feathered tail over the line of small bronze statues on her shelf, then turned and carefully adjusted one on the end with her claws so it lined up with the others. She stared into the vacant metal eye sockets of the grinning dragon it depicted. “What’s your secret?” She asked it softly, then sat back and collapsed into a pile of scales and fluff.

“Well, for starters, I don’t spend my days pining over things I can’t have,” She answered for it, crossing her eyes and talking in a high-pitched voice from the corner of her mouth.

“Hmm, yes, you do make a good point.” She sighed in her normal voice, looking around at her one-room lair and meager hoard. Despite never owning much, she was usually quite content with her life. The tiny cave stayed warm and dry in the rainy season, and it was tucked away in a quiet, secluded place. She never had experienced the hoarding and lording instincts as strongly as most others of her kind. But her cave and her treasure were not what troubled her now.

“What are you up to, Vahari? Talking to yourself again?” The voice was silken smooth, and came so suddenly out of the quiet that the little feathered dragon squeaked and threw herself up against the wall. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she swiveled her head to its source, seeing there a long, scaly jawline taking up the entire entrance to her cavern. The head retreated, allowing Vahari to see a bright blue eye with a vertical pupil. “Oh, so nice of you to make room for me!” the larger dragon continued. “You know how hard it can be for me to get comfortable in that little nook of yours. Here, let me squeeze in.”

Vahari gulped and pressed herself more firmly against the stone as dark, looping coils began to spill in through the entrance and twist around, promptly filling every available space in her home and leaving Vahari compressed between a rock and a smooth place, only able to take shallow breaths and stare into the great azure eyes of her, well, ‘friend’ wasn’t the word she would use. . .

“H-Hello, Lotus,” she managed, trying to sound polite even though she had never seen the other dragon express any sign of anger or displeasure. She didn’t need to. “I, um, didn’t know you were in the area. . .”

“Oh, I’m always around,” Lotus said cheerfully. “Now, you’ve gotten yourself all twisted up over something, I can tell!” She took Vahari’s snout in her claw and tapped a talon softly on her forehead. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head. Maybe I can help!”

Vahari made a muffled noise that could have been words.

Lotus released her face.

“Are you just going to eat me after I tell you?”

Lotus tapped her chin, thinking deeply for an uncomfortable length of time. “Hmm. I don’t think so. No, not today. Probably soon, though. Sometime this week. We’ll see how I’m feeling.”

Vahari stared at Lotus and her endlessly patient smile. Yep, if she wanted to move again she would have to tell her what was on her mind. Lotus loved a great many things, in her own strange way, but she loved stories most of all. “Fine, fine. Okay, so there’s this girl from the village. . .”

“The human village?”

“The very same,” Vahari said, eyes downcast and face flushed.

“Oh, is she not sitting well? Do you have a belly ache?”

Vahari’s feathers fluffed up so violently that it looked like a pillow exploded. “It’s not like that! I didn’t eat her! I like her!”

Lotus blinked slowly. “I don’t see the problem there. I like most of the people I eat. Then again, I’m pretty easy to get along with!” If she noticed Vahari’s glare, she didn’t show it. “Okay, well, what is the problem, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because the first thing anyone assumes when a dragon says they like a human is, as you have so conveniently demonstrated, that we mean in our mouths!”

“Mmm, well you have to admit it’s an educated guess! Listen,” Lotus said, flicking out her forked tongue. “The heart wants what it wants. And in my case, the belly wants the same thing. But not for you, and that’s okay. That actually makes this easier. You just have to tell her.”

“She already ran from me once! She was walking by the river, and I flew down to have a drink, and I didn’t see her at first, and she just froze and then I froze too and then she ran away and—”

“Shhh,” Lotus said, putting power into her voice. The air seemed to thicken and tremble as her magic swam through the waves of sound that left her jaws. One syllable was all it took. Vahari relaxed against the wall of scales, slumping over her coils, pacified and relaxed. “You saw her once and you felt something, yes?”

Vahari nodded slowly. “Yes. . . It was like a . . . a fire caught in my belly. I’ve never felt anything like that before. . . It was so nice. . .” Her voice sounded far away. Lotus licked the top of her head affectionately, soaking the feathers there. As long as Lotus kept speaking, Vahari would remain like this, untouched by her worries.

“And isn’t it possible that she felt the exact same thing?”

The smaller dragon’s brow furrowed. “I . . . I guess it is? I never thought about that. . .”

“The way I see it,” Lotus continued, her tongue gliding over the smooth scales that edged her jaw as her voice resonated around the cramped cavern, “There are two possibilities. Either she did feel that way or she didn’t. Do you know how you can find out which it is?”

“I . . . could ask her?”

Lotus let the power fade from her words. “That’s exactly right! Think of how happy even the thought of being with her has made you, and how much senseless worrying you’ve done over whether or not she wants you, too. You barely know each other. You both need to have a conversation. It won’t be easy to approach her, but I’m sure you’ll find a way! Sure, if you ask she might say no. But if you never ask then she never gets the chance to say yes!”

Vahari blinked several times, clearing her head. “You . . . you used your voice on me!”

“I did, yes! Didn’t it help?”

Vahari wrinkled up her nose. “. . . It did. Yes.” She buried her face in her claws. “Fiiiiiiine. I’ll try. Why are you helping me, anyway?”

“I want the best for all my friends!” Lotus said, brushing a loose feather from where Vahari was laying on her.

“You keep talking about how you’re going to eat me, though.”

The dragon shifted where she lay, beginning to slide her head back toward the outside world. “I already told you. I like a lot of the people who find their way down my throat. Speaking of which, I should go if I’m going to find a dinner date before nightfall.”

She gave the smaller dragon one last lick, then slithered languidly back out the way she’d come in. Vahari fell forward, finally getting some space to move and breathe. As the serpentine tail curved out of sight, it gave a little wave, and Lotus called back over her shoulder, “Good luck, Vahari! I’ll catch you later~”

Vahari shivered. That had been exhausting. But . . . also enlightening. She was going to do it, she thought to herself, and her heart skipped a beat. She was going to try. She gathered up her little statues one at a time and put them back in their places, smiling in spite of herself.

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How about introducing us to the other dragons you have?~

Who told you about the secret dragons we’re keeping in the back?

Well, you’re right, I do have a lot of dragons. Many of them haven’t appeared at all on this blog!

Which is criminal, really. You have my apologies.

Now, some of this is due to the sheer volume of dragon characters I’ve made. And some of them are connected to non vore things I do, and some are a little harsher in demeanor than the usual content of this blog tends to cover. Maybe people would like that, though. I’m not sure! Even factoring those examples out though, there’s plenty to work with!

This gives me an idea. I can try and introduce a new dragon character every few days with a short little tale that features them! No promises, but I’ll give it a shot! More dragons is always a good thing.

A small sampling of the dragons who need to be introduced includes:

Muphrid, a dragon of the abyss who yearned all her life to see the sun, and one day got her wish.

Cordierite, a wise keeper of an ancient crystalline tower, filled with wondrous and dangerous magic that he keeps under careful watch.

Lotus, a suave serpentine dragon who uses her mesmerizing voice to ensnare her prey but never tells a lie.

An Entire Island of Dragons that don’t have names yet. I’m working on a setting where all the natural forces and features are embodied by dragons. They’re sort of like gods. On the island, there are dragons that preside over the forest, the rivers, the stars, the rain, and even death itself. The people who live there venerate the dragons and deal with their positive and negative aspects in kind. This one might eventually get a separate blog.

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Please send asks!

I’m working on a couple stories right now and should be able to post them soon, but in the meantime I really wanna answer some questions about . . . pretty much anything that pertains to this blog. Secrets. Vore. Lairs.

Okay mostly vore but still

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Do you think you could do a meet up with Mina and Mally sometime? I think they'd be adorable together!

I think you mean an eat up.

Get it?

You’re absolutely right, anon. They WOULD be adorable together and I need to write something with those two.

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Still around?

Yes! Took a little break but I’m back now and ready to write some more! Send suggestions if you have ‘em!

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Sciamachy

Fervent provides his unique assistance to Mina. Features fighting, fearplay, and soft vore.

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Mina rolled out of the way, narrowly avoiding a line of shadowy spears that sank into the earth around her, one after another, forming a forest of narrow, obsidian spires. Dashing between them, Mina nocked two arrows from the quiver on her hip and drew a bead on the umbral being who attacked her. She stilled her breath and let them fly, both striking the hulking shadow true. There was a roar that shook her to the bone, and her assailant . . . dissipated. He seemed to split down the middle, his already uncertain form dissolving in halves like two great buckets of dark water poured out from on high to spread along the forest floor.

She knew it wasn’t over. She tried to take her focus off her pounding heart. Her wary eyes darted quickly from tree to tree as she did the same under the light of the full moon. Her opponent was silent, and he was canny. She would need to stay on alert, dodge his strikes, and wait for the perfect moment to strike, if it ever came.

She got the sense he was toying with her.

Putting her back to bark, Mina lay another arrow over her bow. The forest was not quiet. At least, not any more than it was on an average night. The world had not stilled in the way it does when there is something mighty hunting nearby. That was even scarier. It drove home the truth, that she alone was the one being hunted, and the natural world around her simply did not care.

She almost wasn’t fast enough to get out of the way as the ivory talons slashed down, threatening to snatch her up. She tucked and rolled as they came at her, cursing herself for becoming distracted. She pulled the bowstring to her cheek and loosed the arrow. It lodged in the overlapping scales of the hand, though not deeply, and gave the limb pause as she got her feet under her again and took off at a sprint—

“Hunf!” She gasped, colliding with something solid. Fervent’s flesh, if you could call it that, had a varying level of firmness. Even at its most condensed, it still had a fair bit of give to it, so Mina running into his tail at speed wasn’t likely to leave her with any lasting bruises. Still, it was enough to lay her out. While Fervent waited for the hand he’d used to chase her toward him to finish making its way back to his wrist, he used his remaining claw to flick the human’s bow away from her reaching fingers dismissively. With a mocking laugh, he scooped up her body, closing his talons around her struggling form.

Mina watched him, his luminous, vacant green eyes absorbing the details of her face as she grit her teeth and tried to kick out at him, reach for her knife, do anything. But he had her far too restrained to manage any of that now. “We’ve certainly had our fun now, haven’t we?” He crooned, drawing his forked tongue over the uneven sharp edges of his beak. “I’d ask if you’ve gotten it all out of your system, but I sincerely hope you haven’t.”

“Let. me. GO.” Mina seethed. She fought to master her defiance, to keep it coming from a place of fear. To ignore her training and prevent discipline from defeating the terror that wanted to flow, icy and pure and raw, through her veins. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary.

“There is only one way to go, now. I am as certain as time, little hunter. Sure as the sun will set and the night will fall, you will succumb.” He opened his jaws, and within them Mina saw a shimmering black tunnel with deeper darkness pooling in its recesses, the shadowy drool filled with swirling points of silver light like stars. He released his grip on her, and into the hungering cosmic abyss she fell.

She screamed then, as his beak closed above her, sealing her in that disorienting swirl of stars and emptiness and tight, pressing flesh. And then another light joined the sparse silver. It was crimson, pulsing and strong like a frenzied heartbeat, a vapor trail of wispy radiance that looked like blood in the water as Mina fell, as Mina was swallowed, alive and whole and with the great beast’s gullet squeezing tight around the shape of her body, and that scream of hers was fading as soon as it began, fading as the strength and will behind it left her along with that bright streamer of light, replaced with a kind of . . . numbness. A void left by the fear as it was pulled from her.

The glow was much fainter as she splashed into Fervent’s belly, and Mina had stopped struggling. The crimson wisp flickered and pulsed like a candle flame, her body the wick at its center. Fervent sighed and relaxed, his voice echoing softly all around her in the soft chamber, the pool of starry sky that came up to her elbows and to her hips as she sat hunched forward, exhausted and propping herself up on her hands.

“Are you alright, Mina? I do hope I didn’t overdue it. You provided me with . . . quite a feast, just now.” The nightmare spirit lay a claw upon his belly, softening as he released a small puff of red light from his beak in a satiated exhalation.

“No, no, you’re good,” the archer breathed. “I was trying to give you as much as possible. I guess it must have been a lot. I can hardly move. Oh, my arrows, they didn’t . . . hurt you, did they? I know you said not to hold back, but. . .” She trailed off, remembering sinking the point of an arrow into his palm.

“I don’t possess the anatomy that you do, Mina. Worry not, cutting into my substance can’t cause me any harm.” Fervent rubbed at his stomach sympathetically. “I really do appreciate this, and I am sorry I did not warn you. You only have so much energy within you, though it can take on different forms. Therefore, I cannot truly create fear in you, merely shift the balance.”

“Right, right, I’ve heard of spirits that feed on rage and sorrow as well. You just make me feel more of one thing, then you eat that. Since I was feeling mostly fear, there isn’t much energy left in me anymore. That’s why I feel so . . . sleepy.” She leaned to the side, sliding down against one wall, eyes struggling to stay open, to follow the mesmerizing pattern of spinning stars as the last of the red light of fear faded away.

“Indeed. There are also those who feed on joy and hope, though they are hardly more kind.” He curled his great body up on the forest floor, looping his long, feathered tail around the base of a nearby tree. “You should rest, Mina. Regain some of your strength. I will keep you safe. And next time we train, perhaps you don’t have to lean into your fear so much. I . . . feel bad, leaving you in such a state.”

Mina shook her head, even though that visual was lost on the one who had eaten her. “No, I’m always going to give it my all. That’s just who I am. Besides, you deserve a big meal every now and again. I have to keep you in top fighting form so it’ll actually mean something when I take you down.” She playfully nudged him with her elbow. His stomach groaned faintly in reply.

He chuckled. It was an amusing idea. What a determined little human she was, choosing someone with every advantage over her to be her sparring partner. It was inspiring. Further, it had proven an effective strategy. She really had been getting better. He was more than happy to continue fighting her, too, especially now that she was letting him feed on her afterward. He opened his beak to tell her that he’d seen some improvement between this time and the last, but stopped himself when he detected the sound of muffled snoring from within his midsection. He smiled. It could wait until morning.

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This sounds lovely! I'm definitely interested!

I’m curious, would people be interested in playing a quick demo of this text adventure thing I’m working on? Just to try out a couple of the vore scenes. I want to make sure that the pacing is alright before working on much more.

It’s all centered around willing, oral vore with digestion and reformation. Digestion is semi-graphic: it’s not painful outside of a little bit of stinging, and you get melted down into goop with maybe a few bones. Basically the way it works is, you talk to the pred and end up agreeing to get eaten through your dialogue choices. After a swallowing sequence, you end up in the pred’s belly, where you can take certain actions like rubbing the stomach walls, squirming, talking to the pred, etc. Each time you take an action, you progress further into digestion and get a description of what’s happening around you, and then, eventually, you lose consciousness, get a description of the rest of the digestion process, and reform.

There are a couple of scenes ready to show: one with Evie (hyena) and one with Enyo (naga). I’d love it if some people would be willing to give it a try in their browser or something, so let me know if you’re interested!

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What if . . . I wrote a new story every day?

I wasn’t trying to or anything, but I’ve accidentally done exactly that this week, more or less. This is ABSOLUTELY not something I’m going to hold myself to, but it’s a fun goal to aim for, and I’m going to see how well I can keep it up, and for how long!

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Why don’t you stay awhile?

A continuation of this story. Aspen gets her wish, and Mally gets a satisfying meal. Contains digestion of willing prey and weight gain. Or, well, descriptions of future weight gain. Still, I go into more detail about it than I have before in one of these stories. This one’s a bit more suggestive than usual, too.

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Aspen gasped as she found herself bunched up within the faintly glowing belly of her host tonight. The goat had just given Mally, the dragon who lived in the woods near her home, permission to devour her completely, and now, what felt like seconds later, she was crowded into the elastic, fluid-filled chamber that would soon get to work churning her into so much sludge. In reality, it had taken Mally quite a  bit longer to get her down, in part because she was taking care not to startle the skittish creature, and in part because she found Aspen to be absolutely delectable and absolutely worth savoring. But it hardly mattered. Aspen’s perception of time had stopped functioning properly the moment Mally’s jaws had cut her senses off from the wider world, enveloping her in a place that was all slick surfaces, rolling waves of muscle, and dim orange light.

Now, as Aspen caught her breath, taking the thick, heavy fumes of Mally’s internal atmosphere into her lungs, the experience of being swallowed caught up to her all at once. It had been an intense full-body massage. Despite Mally’s decreased stature, the muscles in her gullet had been stronger than any Aspen had experienced before. The goat felt so relaxed already. All the tension she had been feeling was gone now, and thank goodness for it, too. There wasn’t much elbow room in here, and getting a cramp right now would have been miserable. There was a lot of evidence to suggest that a dragon’s belly should be a miserable place anyway, but in reality it was quite the contrary. Blushing bright pink, Aspen unfolded one arm nervously from her chest, then reached out, hesitated, and stroked the wall of firm flesh that contained her.

“Nice and cozy in there, dear?” Mally purred. Aspen drew a sharp breath, eyes wide. That was the first thing Mally had said since swallowing her. The dragon’s voice in here was . . . powerful. Not just louder, it resonated through every soft surface and carried even into Aspen’s own body. The walls shaped around her curled-up form and sent those waves of warm sound shuddering through her like she was only a conduit for the words. It was awe-inspiring. She felt like she was a part of things in here already. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what the actual melting would be like. Or the integration into Mally’s gorgeous physique. . .

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Aspen said so softly Mally could barely make it out over the cute little glurgles the goat induced in her awakening belly. The dragon giggled and allowed one of her claws to roam over the uneven bulge Aspen made. She gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“Good, good. I may drift off before I’m finished. Or, ah, before you’re finished. Will that be okay? I’m feeling drowsy after such a satisfying meal.” She fell back and kicked her feet up, pulling her covers up over her legs with her tail. She fished for one of the books on the floor nearby and propped up the one she found against the top of her belly, which rose high enough to stand it up at the perfect angle.

Aspen shivered again. This was really happening! And Mally had called her satisfying! She could feel the pressure from outside, the fluid lapping at her fur, the gentle groans and rolling, bassy noises from dragon’s digestive tract as it contemplated the best way to break down the boundaries between predator and prey. She realized with a start that several seconds had gone by since Mally’s question, and she still hadn’t answered. “Y-Yes, that would be alright! This is so much to take in, sorry! It’s really sinking in that I’m going to be . . . part of you.”

“A very soft part of me,” Mally crooned, licking a finger and turning the opening pages of her novel as her eyes picked up every subtle shift and movement of her deliciously strained midsection. “Yes, concerning my waistline, you’re definitely going to have a . . . lasting impact.” She accentuated that last word with a smack of her chops, and her belly sounded off in eager agreement. The dragon purred as she felt Aspen squirm involuntarily. Seemed she knew exactly which buttons to press to fluster her meal. And the way that meal moved within her was utter bliss. “We’ve got a long date with the mirror tomorrow, Aspen. Once I manage to drag my heavy, heavy body out of bed. . .”

“Eek!” Aspen said, ears folding against the sides of her head as she covered her mouth and blushed even more intensely. She sank against the wall as if trying to hide, shifting so the pooling fluid uncovered her knees but now concealed her up to her chin. “I-I’m not going to fill you out that much, am I?” The idea of being part of something bigger, losing herself for a while and existing just to complement the figure of someone so confident was incredibly tantalizing, but she had a hard time imagining her own mass having any significant effect on Mally’s absolute . . . radiance.

“My dear, you underestimate yourself. That little body of yours contains a surprising number of calories. Besides. . . Oh, hold on.” Mally tilted her head back and released a proud, lengthy belch. “Ah. Much better!” More squirming. Perfect. “As I was saying, sugary-sweet morsels like you have a tendency to go straight to my thighs.”

“Anything you put on your thighs would look more amazing, just by association,” Aspen said with a delighted shiver, but her movements were slowing. She was rapidly losing the energy she required to maintain her previous levels of fluster, now that her body was starting to blur and waver at its edges. Mally’s enzymes were doing their job faster and faster. . . Soon she’d have absolutely no choice but to relax and give in. They both knew that moment was coming soon. Aspen knew because she could feel it intuitively, and her heart raced with excitement even as her body weakened. Mally of course knew because of her years and years of experience, though her anticipation was not dulled at all by repetition.

“Glad you follow my logic, dear. I can’t think of a better place to show off someone as lovely as you. You’re enough for me. Feel free to fatten yourself up for me between now and next time, though.” She hummed and pressed both claws down into the softening outline of her dinner, sending pleasurable, electric sensations coursing through her less and less resistant body. Each squeeze was met with increasing give, Aspen’s shape more easily compressing the more pressure Mally applied. Soon she would cease to have distinguishable features. The dragon’s gurgling belly would round out, and the goat would spend an hour or two as a thick slurry before Mally’s body began to soak her up and apply her in thick, squishable layers between muscle and scales. Mally’s book still rested against her gut unread, but that was alright. No harm in putting it off another day. For now, she yawned and lay back, shutting her eyes. “I really must say goodnight now, my dear. Tonight’s activities have really taken a lot out of me. I suppose once I let my stomach take a lot out of you, that will balance things out nicely, hmm?”

Hearing a weakly spoken affirmative from her succumbing prey, Mally allowed herself to drift off with a smile, stomach still churning away, eroding her dinner guest slowly. She felt with increasing certainty that between what had already transpired and the affection Mally would shower her with tomorrow, Aspen would be coming back for more. Certainly something to look forward to. For a dragon with Mally’s talents, every snack had the potential to become a gift that kept on giving.

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The dragon in the room

Cora has brought home a date, but her relationship with Mally might present some obstacles.

There’s no vore in this one? Just a cute fluffy story about monsters navigating romance and communication. So maybe that’s not why you came to this blog but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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“So, this is your girlfriend’s place?” Shenyen asked Cora, looking up at the high stone ceiling as the two of them descended deeper into the earth. It was a strange place for a gryphon to make her home. Still air. No view of the open sky. And the floor beneath his feet was strangely warm. Still, it was spacious, and who was he to judge? Cora was a sweet girl, and she still wanted to spend time with a carrion bird like him, so he wasn’t going to complain.

“Yep, Mally lets me live with her in here,” Cora responded, nervously preening one iridescent black wing. “Hey, um, th-thanks for being cool with all this, by the way. I know a lot of people find this sort of thing difficult so, uh, I really appreciate your willingness to give it a try.” Her beak split in a shy smile. She hoped he wouldn’t ask her any more questions about Mally. She may have . . . forgotten . . . to mention one key piece of information when telling Shenyen about her. She would tell him eventually, just . . . not on the first date.

“Of course, Cora,” he said, the dense feathers of his bearded vulture’s head softly rustling against her own as he nuzzled up against her. “This is all new to me. To be candid, I’m still dizzy from the shock of being asked out. That . . . doesn’t happen too often. But I don’t mind sharing in your affection with others. I can sense that you love deeply, and I have a feeling that the time you can give me will be more than enough.”

Cora squeaked with surprise and blushed deeply. “W-Well, open communication is the key to a healthy relationship like this, and communication is k-kinda your whole thing, so I think you’ll do great.” Shenyen was a medium and an oracle. When Cora considered his formidable ability to commune with the lingering spirits of the dead, and the lengths he went to in order to bring them peace, his humility really was his most impressive trait. She was just happy he seemed to like her too!

He nodded and purred contentedly. The two gryphons reached the main room of Mally’s lair, and Shenyen blinked at the pile of gold that dominated the room. “Ah, that is a great deal of treasure.”

“M-Mally’s a bit of a hoarder, sorry. . .” Cora ruffled her wings anxiously.

“That statue there is as big as you are, Cora. How did she get it down here?” He opened his great, broad wings and leapt closer, inspecting the collection curiously. Cora looked down guiltily and took a deep breath, fur bristling as she strove to hold it in, but just couldn’t anymore.

“Okay! Okay, there’s something I have to tell—”

She was interrupted by a long, earth-shaking yawn as several tons of sleepy dragon came into the room, stretched, and blinked sleepy eyes at Shenyen and Cora. “Hey.”

Shenyen leapt in front of Cora, claws bared and feathers fluffed up to make himself seem more imposing. “Cora, get back! I’ll distract her!”

“Oh, you certainly will, cutie. Congrats, Cora, this is quite a catch!” The dragon leaned down and inspected the gryphon, breathing in the scent of oil and incense from his well-groomed feathers. She exhaled a cloud of hot steam that made him cough and look away.

“U-Um, Mally.” Cora gulped. She felt absolutely rooted to the spot. “This is Shenyen. Shenyen, this is Mally. My girlfriend. ShenyenI’mSoSorryICanExplain—”

To his credit, Shenyen spoke calmly in spite of his furiously pounding heart. “Mally. My apologies. I wasn’t expecting you to be, well. . .”

“So far above you on the food chain?” the dragon offered.

“MALLY!”

“What? I didn’t mean anything by it!” She laughed heartily as Cora fumed at her. “She’s adorable when she’s angry, isn’t she? Sorry, Shenyen was it? I didn’t mean to give you such a fright.”

“It’s my fault,” Cora said, deflating. “I said all that stuff about open communication. . .”

“Hey, hey now. I was the one who assumed she was a gryphon too. And maybe you omitted some important information. . .” he watched her nod, yellow eyes downcast. “But I can understand how this would be hard to, uh, address.” He placed a talon gently on her shoulder.

“I was afraid I would scare you away if I told you too s-soon. . . And Mally wasn’t supposed to be home today.”

Cora glanced up at the dragon, who shrugged sheepishly and said, “Neyra had to cancel, sorry. Her work has been keeping her so busy lately. . .”

Shenyen sighed, relaxing a bit as he said, “Even so, you brought me back to her lair. With her treasure hoard. And then there’s these.” He pinched up a green, shed scale from the cave floor. “I would have found out eventually. You are a terrible liar.” He chuckled. “Another reason to like you. And I’m not running off, am I?”

Cora sniffled. “It’s really okay? You don’t think I’m crazy?”

“I mean, I have questions. But . . . yes. It’s okay. And love is love. Do you know how many people I meet who didn’t pursue a love that they were told was wrong for them? They always, always regret it. I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re strong. Besides, in my line of work, I’ve never once heard the name Mally, and that’s a pretty good sign on its own.”

“He talks to dead people,” Cora proudly asided to Mally.

“Ohhhhh. Yeah, I don’t make those. I’m strictly catch and release.”

Shenyen let his claw fall from Cora’s shoulder as he laughed again. “Oh, Cora, you really are full of surprises. . . Oh!” He blinked in surprise as Mally’s enormous leathery wings enfolded both him and Cora and pushed them closer together. The dragon kissed the top of her girlfriend’s head warmly and then stood, stepping over the two of them as she left, looking back over her shoulder and giving Cora an encouraging wink as she left the two of them to their date. She had a good feeling about that one.

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That story with Fervent and Ara is so good!! I’d love to see a story where the roles are switched some time

Sounds like a plan! They totally switch it up between themselves regularly, and I'll be sure to write something where that happens eventually. Ara herself is about 60/40 pred vs. prey in her preferences, and really enjoys being eaten. She probably wouldn't have protested as much if she wasn't experiencing such a craving for Fervent in particular that night. And the night before, heehee!

Fervent's a bit of a different story. In all other situations he's 100% pred. Ara's the first and only person he's ever had a desire to be eaten by, though the desire is strong. He was really, really shy when he first asked her if she would want to do that with him. It was adorable. They began to date soon after.

Fervent really is a lovely pred whose insides I can't wait to write about and share. I did write that story about him eating Zali, but it ended before it got all the way down to his stomach. I also need to write a story in which I actually show how he feeds on the fear of those he swallows, since that's pretty integral to his character, too! Anyway, I think I've rambled enough! Thanks for the ask!

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Fear and Wisdom

Ara and Fervent, both mostly-corporeal metaphysical entities, are a picturesque couple most days. But sometimes only one of them can have what they want. Contains lots of romantic teasing, the melancholy of ages past, and safe cuddly vore.

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Ara stood still as a statue, watching the sunset from atop a dais in the ruin where she and her partner lived. The roof of this place had long ago crumbled, leaving the sprawling, colorful mosaics within exposed to the elements. Ara looked out on the world from its center looking like the only piece of history in the whole place that time couldn’t touch. A great lioness with fur of gold, feathered wings of purest white folded motionless along her back. Not even breath broke her stillness and silence, as she drew no air into her lungs, made no rhythm with her heart.

There was a family of waterbirds that she was watching, their nest on a worn stone that rose up from the bay below the ruin. That stone had been much taller, long ago. The tallest of many, and there had been more nests as well. She overlayed the old memory over reality with the slightest thought, watching it play out in perfect clarity and fidelity.

The sphinx could hear the cacophony of the swarming birds calling out to each other, squawking in indignation as they swooped down on the baskets of fish the villagers carried only to be batted away. She could see the small ships drifting languidly through the clear, lively waters of the bay. She could feel the shade from the roof over her head, and observe as the priests, her priests, meted out blessings from the steps of her temple.

She sighed and let the vision slip away. The village was gone now, and the priests. All lost to time. Even the stones had been worn down. It was the way of things. Now she watched two birds land at the edge of the single nest. The parents, returning to roost with a freshly caught fish for their chicks. That nest had been passed down, destroyed and rebuilt many times over countless generations. No, not countless. She knew the number. She knew the exact number of bird generations between the fall of her civilization and now. She knew the precise number of sunsets, and what the weather was like each day. Her memory spanned eons, and it was flawless. And she needed a distraction.

Lucky for her, night was falling.

A black-feathered wing draped over her shoulder, and an ivory claw caressed her cheek. “I’m awake, my love.” Ara turned to face the source of the deep, velvety voice that seemed as one with the chill, misty air rolling in from the calm waters of the bay. Fervent looked refreshed and composed now, his inky down fading into and deepening the sunset shadows, obscuring his outline and adding to his imposing stature. Far from the messy, exhausted pile of feathers he presented during the day. Unlike Ara, he actually needed to sleep. He blinked his luminous green owl eyes at her as she nuzzled into his chest. “You seem somber, dear.”

“I feel better now that you’re here. I think I just need something to occupy my mind. How was your rest? I heard you moving around and muttering to yourself earlier. Bad dreams again?” She curled up on the stone platform, and he joined her atop it.

“Indeed. Giving me indigestion as usual. Conscious fear always sits a little better. It’s a little more . . . straightforward. The stuff the subconscious conjures up tends to unsettle my stomach with its surreality.” He nestled himself closer to her, relishing her warmth. She shone so brightly. She was his guiding star. “But sometimes someone falls asleep inside me and dreams frightful visions. What am I to do but accept the free meal? Besides. . .” His jagged beak split into a sly grin, and his forked tongue slithered around its edges. “I know I have you to soothe my insides, don’t I?” His form blurred, and he was on top of her, beak wide open and dripping with jet black saliva. Little silver stars spun and twinkled in the fluid, winking in and out. Ara smirked and reached up with a paw, closing his beak.

“Tempting. And an excellent opening move, darling. You know I find that view hard to resist. But have you considered . . . this?” With a wry smirk of her own, Ara wrapped her wings around her partner’s neck and dragged his head down, planting an extremely sensitive ear right on her gut. “Check. . .” Ara took in a breath of the cool evening air and let her body come alive. Her lungs expanded, her heart took up a steady tempo, and best of all—

grroooaargle. . . gruuurrr. . .

���. . . aaaaand mate,” she purred, feeling rather pleased with herself as her lover’s entire body shivered, his form distorting and glitching out for a moment as the full might of her internal soundscape left him stunned. Ara laughed and used the opportunity to roll him off the dais and onto the temple floor, pinning him down as he let out a very undignified yelp. She lowered her head beside his and licked her chops in his peripheral vision. She whispered, “Imagine being in the middle of all that, Fervent. And I’m just winding up, too. You know from experience that it’s only going to get much, much louder once you’re inside. Why don’t you claim your rightful place?”

“But. . . You ate me last night, too,” Fervent protested halfheartedly.

“Really? I don’t remember,” Ara replied with a chuckle, dragging her tongue up the side of his face.

“I just mean, when do I get another turn?” He asked, a bright purple blush staining his cheeks.

She raised up, perched on his chest, eyes glowing in the dark, watching him with the certainty of a victor. “When you can tell me, with absolute and unshakeable assurance, that the thing you want most in this moment is not the pressure of my body reshaping you, taking that ethereal fear fluff you’re made of and compressing it into a perfect fit for the innermost chamber of my body, my being, a stomach shaped by the gods themselves. Is this the night when you can convincingly tell me that you desire to eat me more than you desire the musical bliss of belly gurgles tuned against the instruments of the divine to perfectly convey the absolute satiation your presence within me provides? Can you look me in the eye, nay, look me in the maw and say with conviction that the idea of your feathers dropping from my lips as I surround your body and seal it away for the evening doesn’t fill you with a sense of purpose?” She spread her wings wide, angelic and silhouetted against the final, red light of the day. She brought her muzzle down to his beak and opened wide, ruffling his feathers as she breathed out a sweltering, glowing mist. A breath of holy light. “You, my love, are my chosen one. Rise into me. Let my light deepen your shadow.”

Fervent hummed, staring up into her wide, welcoming jaws. He knew when he had been beaten. “You make a compelling argument, as always,” he said with undisguised awe. Sure, she was getting her way, but she always made him feel like he was the lucky one, even so. Arguing over which of them was hungriest for the other was hardly the worst disagreement a couple could have, he knew. So with a mix of resignation and excitement, he raised up his head, his shape becoming more fluid, and she took him in her jaws, and he was pulled into her softness and her inner glow.

Ara worked quickly, her beloved disappearing into her jaws with only a few swallows. He was as big as she was, but easily compressible, and eating someone alive was much easier when things like breathing were elective. The sphinx felt her belly round out with her meal, the glowing walls stretching and flexing to accommodate him with relative ease. “Ahhh, ambrosial as ever, my dearest.” She cleaned a feather from the roof of her mouth with a flick of her tongue and sent it flowing down her gullet on a river of saliva to join the rest of Fervent’s mass. She flared her wings and looked out over the water. “And far lighter than you look.”

“If you’re going to be the lover of a sphinx, the one thing you shouldn’t be is dense,” Fervent replied, shifting around to get comfortable.

“Indeed not. And it’s certainly convenient that devouring you doesn’t keep me earthbound. Why don’t we take a quick flight over the bay?”

“Whatever you wish, my star. I would follow you anywhere.”

Ara purred and ran a paw along the curve of her stomach, summoning up a few lengthy gurgles for Fervent to bask in as he sloshed around. “Thank you for this. Truly, it was just what I needed. And tomorrow night, if you’re still in the mood, I’ll be yours. Sound good?”

Fervent hummed in the affirmative, cozying up to the walls as they moved around him, focusing on the sounds of her body as she held him in the fullest, greatest sense. Her concession was appreciated but unnecessary. He could play this game and lose to her every night and still be satisfied with the outcome. He adored her. It was as simple as that.

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I’ve been in a bit of a writing groove lately. . .

I have a couple story ideas I’m currently working on, including a continuation of the Aspen and Mally story from a little while ago. But I could use more ideas! And practice!

You don’t have to suggest specific characters or anything. I really only write my ocs and a lot of people probably aren’t very familiar with them. Though you can suggest them if you want! But I would really appreciate general ideas for plots and scenes, if there’s something you would like to see! Feel free to send me asks about it, and I’ll let you know if it’s something I think I’ll write! Thanks!

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perks of being a noodle: lots of room for snacks

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More precious than water, more precious than gold

Dritha learns that sometimes you find beautiful things in the harshest places when Zali drops into her life, and her stomach. Contains digestion and a predator who doesn’t care about the safety of her prey. But Zali is, well, Zali, so there’s no peril or fear in here.

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Dritha relaxed in the waning hours of the day. The sun sank down over the flat, featureless horizon. The desert-dweller was lounging against a tall formation of weathered stone, the only shade for miles. The wind tousled her feathered crest ever so slightly, but aside from that the reptile was entirely still. Her stomach was, for the first time in a long, long while, a significant part of her silhouette, and she was listening to it wind down. When the gurgling and the bubbling finally faded, she gritted her backward-angled teeth, bobbed her head upon its long neck, and hacked something up onto the patch of sand next to where she was sprawled. A large gold ring, smooth and shiny with her saliva.

She watched it with an intense and predatory focus. She didn’t even allow herself to blink, closing the secondary eyelids she used to protect her vision from sun and sand so she could keep them open longer. Would it work again? She prayed it would. Not that she particularly believed in the divine. She didn’t believe in anything, really. But she would do whatever it took to avoid losing something precious. That was the only way to survive here. But this time it wasn’t water she had found. This was something far, far beyond that.

There! Dritha slowly got to her feet, still staring at the ring as it began to glow and rise into the air. She kept herself low, her long tail straight out behind her for balance as she prepared to pounce. Light was spilling out of the ring, just like last time. Little golden particles, flitting about like embers, before gathering into a shape, the shape of prey. She leapt just as the shape flashed, fading and resolving finally into a much smaller lizard, a kobold with light, sandy scales and big blue eyes.

Dritha landed on her immediately, clawed feet pinning her to the ground. The little morsel had the wind knocked out of her, but she didn’t seem too much to mind.

“OOF. Oh! It’s you again,” she wheezed. “You look much healthier than last time! Glad I could help. I’m guessing you want to go again?”

Dritha leaned down and inspected her find once more. She hadn’t changed at all from the last two times, still the same slender lizard, with upward-curving horns and little fins on the side of her head, her snout fixed in what was apparently a permanent grin. And that gold ring was firmly around her ankle, the only possession she had. Well, the only possession she had now. The coins she’d had when Dritha found her the first time were in the bag Dritha carried on her side, and the gauzy outfit she’d had on hadn’t survived the raptor’s belly. Dritha didn’t stop to chat. She opened her long jaws wide and gripped the little creature’s head, already beginning to swallow eagerly.

Zali, for her part, couldn’t have been happier. She’d found herself lost while trying to visit a friend who lived in the desert, and had been wandering for days without any food or water. The regenerative power granted her by her ring wouldn’t allow her to expire, but neither was it a fun experience. Finally, her salvation came. When she saw the big, raptor-like creature barreling toward her across the wastes, she got excited. A fellow traveler to keep her company and show her the way was exactly what she needed right now. But Dritha had leapt onto her and devoured her right away, sending her to her lean and ravenous belly in a few quick swallows. And that was even better! Dritha had apologized, and Zali tried to tell her it was okay, but apparently the poor girl needed the calories badly because Zali found herself worn down to nothing in record time.

When she popped back into existence again, Dritha was so shocked that she didn’t give Zali a chance to praise her for her stomach’s expert work, sending her right back down to gurgle again. And now that trip number three was proceeding apace, Zali was pretty sure they’d ironed out the terms of their relationship. “Not much of a talker?” she asked in a pleasant tone as her predator’s gullet squeezed and conformed to her body shape, yanking her down to the rough waters of her stomach for another round, except this time, Zali found herself in much tighter accommodations, pressed up against a texture and form she was very familiar with, thanks to certain gluttonous friends. “Heehee! Looks like there’s still a little bit left of me in here from last time!” She purred and cozied up in the mess, enjoying the additional squishy softness her degrading previous body provided while preparing to melt away again.

Dritha felt the last of her meal’s tail slip down and get sealed into her core, and collapsed. Her stomach was distended, resting on the cool sand. She panted to catch her breath, ignoring the muffled voice of her prey and focusing on the way she shifted around instead. It almost made her dizzy with pleasure. She hadn’t eaten this much or this frequently in . . . a while. Too long to remember. She savored it for several minutes, the stars coming out and the temperature sinking from blistering heat to a chill, one thankfully contested by the warmth produced by the activity inside her. Despite the amazing way it all felt, though, her stomach had slowed its processes considerably this time. Normally her metabolism was fast, allowing her to always be on the go, dashing quickly from one temporary safe haven to the next, but now she was exhausted, even in spite of the recent intake of energy. A long, labored gurgle sounded from her stomach, followed by a muffled, high pitched voice.

“Hi again! It’s a lot slower this time, huh?”

Dritha sucked in a breath and jerked her head upright, smacking it on the rocks above. “Ow! You startled me.” She rested one of her hands on her belly, feeling the subtle movements of the kobold inside. She’d never struggled. Which was weird enough, even without these . . . extra lives of hers.

“Oh, sorry! Yeah, I’m usually gone by now, aren’t I? Your belly’s really powerful! It’s nice to get a chance to go slow and take it all in this time, though.” Zali nuzzled at the folds of the stomach lining. “Maybe we should take a break after this one, though. You were really skinny when we met. I don’t want you to make yourself sick by eating too much too soon!”

Dritha narrowed her eyes. There it was. “Nice try. I’m not taking my eyes off you. You’re the only source of food around, and I can’t risk it. Sorry, but you’re mine now.”

“Aww, really? Well I appreciate the concern, but I’ll stay close! If something tries to steal me away, I’ll just yell really loud, okay?”

Dritha blinked quickly. “No, I mean, I’m not going to let you escape.”

Zali cocked her head. “Why would I want to escape?”

“Because either you’re an infinite supply of nutrients and I’m going to eat you forever or you’ve got a limited number of . . . whatever happens when you come back to life, and I’m going to use you up, and you don’t want that,” Dritha growled, exasperated.

Zali giggled. Dritha twitched. “What’s so funny?”

“I do want that,” Zali chirped. “That sounds perfect! And I’m not going to run out. At least, I don’t think so. If I had a choice, I’d spend every day like this one! You were so happy when you ate me the first time. You were hungry, and then you saw me, and you knew I could help! You wanted me. And then you kept wanting me, again and again! And your stomach! I’ve never been melted that fast before! You’re amazing! Plus, it’s a lot better in here than out there.” Zali pushed both claws against the stomach wall and began to rub gently.

Dritha shivered. She was feeling something she had never felt before. Her stomach felt fluttery, and her cheeks felt hot, and there was a tingly sensation in her tail. She’d never really been susceptible to the praise of others, but her speed, appetite, and hunting prowess were things she was proud of. To have them affirmed by her prey was the ultimate compliment. “Agree to disagree,” she muttered, trying to brush off the flattery.

“No, I mean it! You really are amazing!”

“That’s not the part I’m disagreeing with! I just meant, it can’t be . . . better in there.” Dritha couldn’t understand how anyone could want to be inside a stomach. But if this kobold really felt that way, she could definitely use it. That is, if this wasn’t just some convoluted ploy to escape. Dritha was a skilled liar herself, and she knew she’d say anything to get out of the situation her prey was in right now. “Look, what’s your name?”

“I’m Azaliak, but everyone just calls me Zali! What’s yours?”

“Dritha. Look, Zali, I wish I could believe you, but you don’t live long in this place without a developing a healthy distrust of others. Everyone’s desperate out here. Well, except an immortal, I guess. . .”

“The way I see it, I’m more mortal than you are. You’re only going to die once, after all. And I’m plenty desperate, too. You’re just giving me what I crave right now!” Zali laughed again. “I still think you should take care of yourself, though. I don’t want to have to wait for you to eat me, either, but I’d hate for this gorgeous belly of yours to get a tummyache. That would make you have to wait even longer to eat me again, and that’s bad for us both!” Zali continued her massage, and Dritha felt her innards relaxing and responding, flexing and churning with a renewed vigor. Sensing that she’d be mush again soon, Zali said, “I promise I won’t leave you. Just think about it, okay?”

Dritha just grunted in response, feeling herself falling asleep quite quickly now that her guts had caught their second wind. The idea of having someone she could trust was a foreign concept to her. It was an unattainable dream, in the same way that flying was. A luxury afforded to some creatures and denied to others. But this little lizard might just change that. She didn’t fear Dritha because of her appetite. She embraced that appetite, in fact. And she didn’t present any threat to Dritha either. If ever there was a creature to attempt a safe first friendship with, this was her. . .

Dritha sighed. This was a dilemma she could solve in the morning, once she’d coughed up Zali’s ring again. For now, she needed to sleep, and the rhythmic gurgling of her stomach was the perfect lullaby.

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I’d love to have you for dinner

After responding to a dragon’s request, Aspen finds herself getting very close to Mally. Contains nervous prey, a comforting pred, and mentions of digestion. This turned out longer than I thought, so I’ll just post this for now, and post a part two later. Enjoy!

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Aspen glanced up at the foreboding cave mouth before her and pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders. She’d worn it because of the light chill today, just enough of a breeze that her soft purple fur didn’t quite do enough to keep her comfortable on its own. She looked down at the address she’d written out earlier, to make sure she was in the right place. The paper read, “0000 That One Big Cave with the Tree Growing out of the Top of It, You Can’t Miss It.” She sighed. Yep. No denying it. She was here. She could even feel the warm air rising from the gaping cavern. Still, she had chills. She was embarrassed and nervous, and nervous about being embarrassed, and, yes, a little frightened too. But she took a deep breath in, her ears folding back, and forced herself to take those first steps forward.

Her hooves clicked on the floor of the cave as she walked down the shallow incline, noting with a hushed whimper the sheer size of the passageway. Just another reminder she was walking into the clutches of a dragon. Which of course is where she wanted to be, but still. She couldn’t help but feel this way. She was just an ordinary goat, after all, and her prey instincts were such that even the idea of something like Mally was enough speed up her heart. She’d never done this with a dragon before. . .

Aspen eventually made it to the cave’s central chamber. The heat here was intense enough that she could feel herself starting to sweat, and as she stood in the wide expanse of grey stone, her slight frame felt, to her at least, like a comically small addition to the vast room. “H-Hello?” she called out softly, then cleared her throat and repeated the greeting, a little louder this time.

She heard Mally before she saw her, and she heard her in stages. First, the scraping of thick scales on stone. Followed by a deep, echoing yawn. Then came the lazy groans and the thuds of tired dragon claws lifting a chubby dragon body from the ground. Finally, the quaking steps that heralded the arrival of—

Oh gosh, she was gorgeous. Apen’s muzzle dropped open and her cheeks flushed hot pink as Mally wound her way into the room, stumbling a little, her mane a frazzled mess of draconic bedhead.

“Hrmmm. . . Aspen? Right? Sorry, time must’ve gotten away from me. It’s one of the few things that does.” The dragon flashed her fanged grin, her teeth gleaming even more than her emerald scales. She rubbed the sleep from one glossy red eye.

Aspen squeaked softly, then forced her words to be words and said, “That’s me! Yes! Hi. Hello. Wow. Hi. I mean, nice to m-meet you!” Her tuft of a tail twitched wildly as she kept her arms clutched tight around her body.

“Pleasure’s all mine, love,” Mally purred, looking her over. “You seem a little shy. Anything I can do to help soothe those nerves? I want to help you relax.” Wisps of steam billowed out of her nostrils.

Aspen chuckled nervously and rubbed her head, scratching behind her curved horns. “I-I’ll be okay. I’ve just never done this with someone as big as you before. I guess I’m a little intimida—” Before she had even finished speaking, though, Mally had begun to change before her eyes. Where once there was a towering dragon looming over her on all fours, there now stood a bipedal winged reptile, still towering over her but only by a foot or two. “—ted.” She felt her face grow hotter still.

“In that case,” Mally said with a playful flick of her tail, “How’s this? Better? Or did you want to be intimidated? Because I can do that too.”

“N-No, this is fine! This is great, actually. Ahem. I just . . . don’t want to make this harder for you. It would be easier for you at your regular size, right?” Aspen saw that Mally now held out a claw, and she took it. The dragon began to lead her, taking her out of the huge chamber and into a cozy alcove with a bed. Several stacks of books were piled next to it.

“Easier, perhaps. But less rewarding, I think. This way you’ll fill me up completely and then some. And I have some reading I’ve been meaning to catch up on, which is far easier in this shape. So long as you don’t mind being packed in a little tight, I’m more than happy to take you in this way.” She sat down on the bed with a creak, and Aspen did the same beside her. “Now, your messages to me indicated you hadn’t done this before. But you have at least been eaten, yes?”

Aspen looked down at their still-entwined hands and nodded. It was strange. Mally was blazingly hot. In the temperature sense. And the other sense too. And yet despite the discomfort that was causing her, she found herself leaning on the dragon, actively craving proximity to her. She didn’t even want to part from Mally for the few seconds it would take to remove her coat. She ran her tongue around the inside of her dry mouth and said, “Yes, I’ve been eaten. A few times. But never, um, you know. . .”

“Digested?”

Aspen shivered. “Mhm. If I can’t even say it, I’m probably not ready to do it, huh?”

Mally gave her hand a squeeze. “Lots of people have a hard time saying it. It’s okay. Just because you’re shy about it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it. I’m here to help you explore. And also to get a free meal, of course.” She giggled. “If you think you’re ready, we can do it, and if not, don’t worry about it. I can just swallow you. Or we can just cuddle a while! And you can change your mind at any time. I’ll be paying close attention to you.”

Aspen nodded, and met Mally’s eyes, her own oddly shaped pupils distorted by her tearing up with relief. She wiped them and sat up a little straighter. “I think. . . If I had the chance to become part of someone like you and didn’t take it, I’d regret it forever. So, um. Would you please d-digest me, Mally?”

“Naturally, sweetie. Headfirst okay?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

Aspen watched, hypnotized as the dragon’s maw opened ever wider before her, and shut her eyes as Mally tilted up her chin. A moment later she was contained in blissful warmth as slick, supple flesh took hold all around her head, a stifling and salivary grip that elicited a soft moan from Aspen as her body relaxed and she gave in completely.

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For chomp or churn, how do you feel about merfolk in general?

Well in general I feel they're simply delicious! Definitely a chomp from me. I'm not usually one for fishing, but if I happen to encounter one on the odd swim, I'll happily take the opportunity to slurp them down! Feeling a big, finned tail slapping against the walls of my belly always brings a smile to my face. And once they calm down, there's enough water sloshing around in there to ensure they're comfortably in their element.