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Delights of the Day

Nolow the cheetah slipped his key into the hole and turned. When he opened the door, he took that final step into his home, a significant moment in his week that marked the first step and the first seconds of his weekend. Finally, he was free from work and he no longer had to suffer through the nagging demands of his boss. Draw this, draw that, do it this way and don't use take liberties.

As an artist, it was his job to be creative. That was literally his job description, so there were few things as exhausting as a boss that demanded everything be done one way and only one way.

He took in a long and deep breath as he mentally blocked out everything from before, deciding that as of this very moment he'd only look forward to the positives that awaited him. It was his birthday the following day, and he had some good plans with his buddy Tritus planned. Lots of cuddling, movie watching, and sharing of meals was going to happen, but that wouldn't be until morning when his blue scaled dragon friend was supposed to arrive.

The cheetah's mind finally relaxed enough that he could toss his keys into the bowl near the front door and effectively leave his work week behind him. He kicked off his shoes, disrobed from his jacket, and tossed his pants over the back of his couch as he walked by and headed towards the kitchen. He was quite hungry as well as nude from the waist down, so he could go for a delightful snack to transition into a proper afternoon in front of his TV and on his laptop; fap and relieve some tension.

However, as he entered the kitchen, he noticed some things were off. One of the cupboard doors were open, there was a dirty mixing bowl in his sink, and the dining room table was slightly off, its legs not on the four tiles as he remembered leaving them. The issues were subtle, but still unsettling.

In his mind, he felt it was best to not dwell too much on it, since he had a long week and was likely remembering things wrong. When he left to go to the office that morning, he did remember stumbling around a bit before finding his footing and heading out to work. For all he knew, he bumped his hip on the table and forgot to close the cupboard door.

With that thought in his mind, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and tossed some dumplings in a steamer so that he could have a nice snack in about half an hour. By the time he finished prepping the steamer and dumplings, he was surprised to see that the beer was already empty. "Well, turns out my week was worse than I thought." He said to himself as he tossed the can in the recycling bin and pulled out another. "Weekend's gonna be great, though."

Back in the living room, he slumped down on the couch and put his hind paws up, crossing them at the ankles while spreading his knees out to partially expose his tail hole. Next to a couch was an end table that had in it a well insulated cooler, only he had modified it so that it kept the contents warmer than room temperature. Inside, he kept a bottle of thick slimy lube, a vial of potion, a knotted toy, and a custom made toy meant to look like a gargoyle on the side of a building, only it was made of silicone and the pose was straight up so that it could be inserted. Also, it was a full two feet tall.

That toy was perfect for him as it was two thirds the height of his torso, and almost as thick.

Of course, Nolow used that to practice for his friends. One way or another, his buddies all took a trip through him, and up the rump was often the most fun for them, even if it left them incapacitated and lost in his bowels overnight. Through the aid of potions, he was able to take an average sized person inside him and leave them there for hours, where he'd tease and dominate them all the while.

He wasn't yet ready to take the toy, but he did toss back one of the half dozen potions before taking another sip of his bear to mitigate the texture of it. Potions, though fun and effective, had this slimy, mucous like texture, and it always tasted pretty bad even if the shop had advertised it as having 'cherry popping flavor'. Nolow knew better, and that's why he had beer instead.

Mere minutes later, he felt the potion effects starting to take hold in his groin region. His cock was swelling in his furred sheath, and he could feel his pucker swell and throb hungrily. This was perfect, because he could really use that stuffing to start his weekend.

First, he grabbed the bottle of lube and drizzled some on his fingers, moistening his paw pads before reaching past his balls to smear it on his plump tail hole flesh, his fingers slipping in with ease. It didn't take much for his cock to swell and emerge from its depths, the barbed length of it slipping past the opening of he sheath one ring of spines at a time. His shaft glistened and throbbed as a single bead of his musky precum dribbled down the length of it and soaked into his belly fur just below the cusp of his shirt. Hungry for more inside him, he curled his wrist to prod at his opening until the flesh parted and swallowed him to the wrist, bowels squeezing him tight.

This was all as a result of the potion he'd taken. Sure, he'd practiced and prepared for this sort of thing long before the potions guild had come out with this sort of mix, so he was already nice and limber under the tail, but the potion made it go by so much faster and allowed his body to take so much more than had he been going at it with natural lube and the like. He liked not having to work up to the big toys or struggle with his body not being in the mood, so the potion was worth it.

However, just as he was starting to pump his lubed up fist in and out of himself, he happened to glance over at his shelf to see that a few of his figurines were out of order. This could have distressed him - and probably should have - but it instead just made him think his friend may have showed up early. Tritus did, in fact, have a key.

"I know you're here, mate." He called out, pausing with his legs in the air and hand in himself. "Might as well come and have some fun." No answer came, all he heard calling back was his echo.

Perhaps he was just being paranoid. He knew his home well enough to know when something was out of order, yet he also knew that his increasingly tiring schedule had left him in worse and worse shape every morning before leaving. Once again, he shrugged it off and pulled his hand out of his tail hole to spread himself open and lightly caress the folds of flesh inside him, teasing at the cherry pink of his exposed bowels to quickly loosen himself and prepare his body for what would come next.

With his free and dry hand, he reached into the end table cooler to grab the gargoyle toy and put it on the ground in front of him between his legs, the couch, and the coffee table. Its face looked up at him with an intensity that only a gargoyle could offer, so he rolled forward and guided his gaping rump over its muzzle, smothering the things entire snout as he came to squat down over it. He pulled his fingers out of himself, then grabbed the lube to pour some in his palm and smear it all over the toy's upper half, soaking it and getting in all the nooks and crannies. Once he was confident, he relaxed and allowed his body to descend upon it, swallowing the toy past the head and shoulders with ease.

"Rrrrrrff!" He growled to himself as he started rotating his hips and gyrating, testing every angle as he applied more of his weight and pressure. Before long, he felt the thick and warm mass of silicone wriggling and squirming its way up into him as the head, neck, and shoulders all slurped up into him, the snout forming a distinct bulge in his belly. He continued to push down and apply more lube to the toy and his flesh as he went, tensing and relaxing to allow the toy to lurch forth one bit at a time until finally only the feet and the coiled tail remained pressed against his pucker.

This was meant as the flare that ensured that the toy didn't get lost, so he went no further.

Once he was fully comfortable, he shifted so that he was squatting on his knees with his distended rump spread almost as wide as his hips around the toy, his flesh soft and throbbing with each beat of his heart. He bobbed gently as his cock continued to swell to full girth, eventually dripping precum all over the living room floor just like before - the cock had softened a bit during his descent onto the toy but had been rejuvenated upon taking it all.

From there, Nolow relaxed, picking up the controller and playing a few games while the toy grew more and more comfortable within him. All the while, his belly had a thick and clearly defined bulge in it, making him seem nearly twice as plump as he had when he came home. This was the best start to a wonderful weekend, whether Tritus was anywhere to be found or not. Luckily for Nolow, however, he enjoyed relative solitude, especially after such a demanding work week.

Much of his night was like that first descent onto the toy: gentle and gradual, but increasingly pleasant. He stayed bobbing on the gargoyle for half an hour until his dumplings were done, bouncing on the many bumps and ridges while reveling in the juicy sounds that emanated from under his tail. Then, once he had his meal, he hopped right back on and continued, climaxing a half dozen times without stopping or pulling off again. It wasn't until night fell and he was done with the mess, so he cleaned up, wiped up, and left the toy in the bathtub to soak in hot soapy water.

He did not, however, clean out his bowels. Inside him, he left a thick goopy layer of lube that coated him from rump to what felt like must have been the underside of his belly. He was slick and supple, ready to get up again at any time If the need should arise, or if he got a craving.

Once he was ready for bed, he popped a ten-inch diameter plug and pulled out a book to read, blanket over his body and covering the cock tip that poked out of his sheath. He had to make sure he stayed nice and loose, if he and Tritus were going to have the sort of fun he wished to on the following day. His birthday.

Finally, once he had finished a few chapters, he closed his book, shut the light off, and rolled over onto his side with his knees up to better relax with the plug in him. He had quite the belly - not unlike a pregnant woman - and his hole remained tender and soft. A perfect beginning to his weekend.

His dreams were filled with thoughts of snakes slithering in and through him, as well as the image of a dragon opening up its maw to swallow him whole. All sorts of endo fantasies were manifest in his slumber, and most of them gave him a bit of an erection that served to distract and wake him frequently through the night.

However, it was something else that woke him that ensured that he couldn't get back to sleep. When he roused from his dream to idly grind at his bed sheets, he heard a light thud coming from the kitchen downstairs followed by what sounded like dishes clattering.

He jolted up, tossing the sheets to the side as he slid his feet off the sides of his bed, ready to take action. As a feline, he was quite adept at sneaking and not being heard, so he took an extra moment to squat down and force the plug out of him, catching it before it fell and placing it on his stand next to his bed. He had a very special plan for whomever it was in his kitchen.

From there he stepped gingerly down the hallway from his bedroom to make his way downstairs. All the lights in the house were off, so he knew that whoever was in his house was at a disadvantage compared to him; his keen feline eyes could pierce the darkness, even if they weren't like an owl's. He could see shapes and forms, but not colors or details very well.

So when he took his final few steps into the kitchen to see a somewhat smaller dragon type hunched over the kitchen table, he had about ten seconds to decide what he was going to do with them and how he would deal with this affront to his senses.

Had he been more awake, more alert, and not fueled strictly by adrenaline and the lingering desires that came from his potions use, he might have thought better of his plans, but as it stood all he could think about was shoving this potential threat up his backside. That aught to teach them. Sure, he had the option to return to his bedroom and grab a bat, or he could have dove across the room to grab a knife - the intruder had not noticed him, after all - he had something deeper and more sinister in mind.

Slowly, he crept up behind the dragon, paws out and ready to grab him by the horns. All the while, this mystery bloke remained hunched over the kitchen table as he fervently worked on what was before him. He seemed like he was in a rush, as if he were expecting someone to approach him or if he knew he was going to be in trouble if he dared wake the home owner. Either way, he was distracted.

Once Nolow had crept forth enough, he reached out and grabbed at the intruder's horn, yanking the dragon back and tackling him to the ground in a flurry of wings and claws and talons. He could see this bloke open his mouth to talk, but silenced him by sitting on his face and pushing down, his pucker squeezing around the dragon's muzzle to close it as the remnants of lubricant and his natural fluids made him slick, combining with the scales for an ease of penetration.

From there, Nolow reached back with both hands to grab again at the horns, pushing all his weight down while waggling his hips and relaxing his pelvic muscles, his every move easing his flesh farther and farther down the intruder's snout up until his pucker was pressed tight against the bloke's eye crest. He grinned and chuckled, pleased that he had so easily subdued and captured this invader.

It should have tipped him off that something wasn't right when the dragon failed to put up much of a fight. He struggled in shock and surprise at first, then failed to call out in distress as the cheetah's plump anal ring smothered his face, but beyond that he stopped resisting and opted instead to relax and let himself be captured. For all Nolow knew, he had submitted himself, knowing he was in the wrong.

Given that it was still dark, Nolow simply kept at it instead of checking over the intruder's body to see if he had any weapons or any other instruments that may have been used to defend himself. As far as the cheetah was concerned, he would consume this unlucky bugger and deal with him in the morning. He had suffered through a hell of a work week, the clock had just rang to tell him it was now his birthday, and if that meant indulging himself, then so be it. He would happily fill his belly!

With a flex of his arm and a grind against the dragon's snout, he tugged and pulled at the horns until he felt that familiar sensation of scales sliding and lurching into him. His pucker eagerly swallowed up the dragon past the back of his skull and all the way down the neck to rest on his shoulders, horns catching just inside him to ensure there was no chance that his prey wouldn't escape.

The potions ensured his insides were virtually indestructible, and would be in effect through most of the weekend, so he didn't have to worry about a struggling dragon puncturing his bowels.

With that in mind, Nolow laid on his back with his legs up, where he then twisted his body so he was on his side to ensure that his hungry rump was able to slide over their next obstacle: the shoulders. He accomplished this by grabbing under the dragon's arms and tugging aggressively while moving his torso in waves to get the best angle on one shoulder before the other. He quickly realized that the fellow's wings might cause a fuss, so he grabbed around behind him until he felt the wing elbows and shoved them inside his rump as well.

Amidst all of this aggressive stuffing of his ravenous asshole, the intruder barely put up a fight. In face, in some ways he seemed to be helping by twisting and rotating his body to better make himself sleek and easy to consume.

This was lost on Nolow, who was now in full predator mode. He clenched and released intermittently, his pucker expanding and pushing forward with every cycle of motions. He was happy to have been slowly sucking this bloke up, even if it was only a few scales at a time. His rump had effectively pinned the dragon's arms and wings against the sides of his torso, ensuring that there were no more barriers to have this bloke inside his bowels.

So he thought up a new, better way to take this dragon's form in him. Rather than tug and shimmy while the both of them were squirming around on the kitchen floor, he twisted and turned and pushed up off the ground until the dragon was in a sitting position and Nolow was squatting over top of him, his tail out and pucker pulsing around the drake's body. From here, he was able to gently rock back and forth while gyrating his hips like a dancer, each sway bringing him just a bit lower until he found himself resting with his taint between the dragon's legs.

The intensity of the sensations kept growing as more and more of the dragon disappeared into Nolow's backside, but it wasn't because of any struggle. Still, the intruder was calmly and politely accepting his punishment by sitting still and only doing the subtlest of movements to align his snout with the next bend in the cheeta's bowels, his shoulders wriggling and writhing to ensure an easier, more pleasant trip through the feline's backside.

Once he was sure he had his plump pucker down far enough, Nolow struggled to his feet while clenching down, his actions lifting the dragon's rump, tail, and legs off the ground with them standing up together. The feline leaned against the table with his tail up and flesh occasionally twitching around the dragon's form, hungry for more. His belly was massive and distended to thrice its normal size, but he knew he had to take more of the intruder's body in himself if he was to trap the dragon completely.

Again, he squatted down to descend upon his prey, tail out and legs parted as he used his hand paws to ensure that the dragon didn't bend his legs. Thanks to the potion and his own experience stuffing himself, he was able to swallow and gulp the dragon all the way down to the ankles as the bloke's body twisted and turned and curled up somewhere in his bowels, the bulbous mass of scales and wings all pressing out against his belly to make his whole torso double in size both front to back and side to side. Only now did the dragon intruder start struggling, as he tensed up all his muscles and pushed out against Nolow's abdominal wall, horns and wings and shoulders and fists all rubbing against his anal passage through his one side to the next.

He grinned and patted at his distended gut, proud of himself as he gave his pucker one last flex to close it up. Problem was, his anal gulp wasn't sucking the dragon up any further, and the feet and tail were all still poking out, with the tail tip acting oddly like a tendril that reverse slithered through him to churn up the lubricant and juices inside, each motion forming a guttural squelch that passed through every bend and nook and cranny of his winding bowels.

Nolow had completely captured the intruder, so he got back up to a standing position to hobble over across the kitchen, where he turned on the light in order to get his bearings. When he turned to the middle of the room to see what the intruder was working on, what he saw made him chuckle and shake his head. There, in the middle of the table surrounded by cards and sparkles lie a glorious looking cake that had icing lining meant to look like intestines. Next to that, a single white box with blue wrapping and a single tag hanging off the end.

"To Nolow: Happy Birthday!" He said to himself as he read it. "I know I was supposed to come over tomorrow, but I couldn't wait any longer and I had to see you sooner. I hope you don't mind that I used some of your ingredients to bake you a wonderful red velvet cake! I know you like vore, so I figured it made the most sense. Anyway, when you wake up, I will be hiding somewhere in your house, and when you find me, you can have me for breakfast; only then can you have your cake and open your present. Love: Tritus."

He glanced back to look at the feet and tail both poking out from his rump end. Sure enough, the scales were his pal's dark blue, and a tag was wrapped around the tip of the tail that also read, 'To: Nolow'. Clearly his friend had put a lot of thought and preparation into that.

With a chuckle and a pat of his belly, Nolow smiled and shut the kitchen light off and contemplated letting his friend out. However, he instead opted to hobble his way back up to his bedroom with Tritus' body still curled up in his gut, where he curled up in bed while laying on his side with tail and feet still sticking out of him. It wasn't quite the same as a plug, but it was in many ways better. Nolow couldn't have hoped for a better midnight cuddling buddy.

The next morning, Nolow hobbled his way to the shower where he squatted down and let his pal out, using the water to clean the mess from the lubricant and natural fluids. Once that was done, the two went back down into the kitchen, where they enjoyed the cake together and Nolow opened the gift.

"Happy birthday." Tritus said, smiling broadly.

"Thanks buddy." Nolow said as he embraced his dragon friend in a hug. "So tell me, what else can these potions do?"

Tritus pulled away and held Nolow at arm's length. "We've got a whole weekend to find out!"