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This story was written for Kio Redsen. It contains masturbatory acts involving consenting adults, food-play and micro-play. :3

Ecstasy and Eclairs

"Here you are, my lil' perv..."

Jirri giggled as she set the box down upon the coffee table, watching as her pet squirmed and clicked at her in obvious embarrassment, though far too excited to let his bashfulness hold him back. The dragon, four inches long with a couple of extra including neck and tail, scampered up the back of one of the room's armchairs and leapt off it, spreading his little wings and flitting over to the table itself. Again he chirped at he landed, like a teenager chiding his mother for being overly affectionate as the kangaroo moved to stroke the frilled crest upon his silvery head.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You want to be alone with your... gosh, how should I refer to them? Your meal? Or is that way too impersonal? Would lover be more accurate?"

The kangaroo fought not to laugh as despite the metallic shine of her dragon's scaled form she saw him flush visibly, stomping all four of his little feet against the coffee table and breathing a small cloud of pale blue smoke through his nostrils. She stepped back from the table, turned away and began to walk as though intending to leave him without another word. She was smirking more broadly than ever with every step though, and her muzzle was moving, silently counting down.

"Three. Two. On-..."

She didn't even finish that brief countdown before an urgent, frantic squawking reached her ears, and with a brief rush of air she felt her pet land upon her shoulder, tugging at the edge of her shirt with a clawed foot. Turning her head with a look of mock surprise, Jirri soon pretended to realise the mistake she had quite deliberately made to further tease the micro-sized dragon.

"Oh dear, silly me."

Wandering back over to the coffee table, the kangaroo bent over and allowed her dragon to hop off her shoulder before accomplishing the task at hand. She watched him for a moment or so, smiling warmly as he danced eagerly in anticipation upon his clawed feet, before finally reaching out and opening up the clasp of the white, glossy cardboard box bearing the inscription of one of their favourite local businesses. Well, one of her favourites, and his definite favourite. Indeed, much as Jirri loved a tasty cake or pastry, when it came to sweet treats in general and this variety of pastry in particular, her pet had her absolutely beaten in just how far his love for such delicacies extended.

A loud chirp escaped the dragon as Jirri pulled the box's lid back, the kangaroo giggling again as he slapped a clawed forelimb over his mouth in humiliation just a moment later. His embarrassment was limited by the extreme nature of his glee though, and thus mere seconds later all thoughts of that outburst were forgotten when Jirri reached into the box and plucked forth one of its contents, laying it out upon a small white china plate waiting close by.

"Okay, now I'm gonna go."

The kangaroo murmured with a smirk as she saw her pet's eyes widen and glaze over, his mouth falling slack, tongue hanging out and a deep, giddy gurgle escaping him as he stared at the object now fully exposed to his gaze. He barely seemed to hear her, if he was even aware of her existence at all any-more, and thus Jirri actually found herself having to make her exit a little faster than she had originally expected. She was barely half way to the door when she turned her head to see the dragon scrambling up onto the top of the eclair, hissing and tossing back his head in apparently bliss as he wiggled his legs over the edges of the eclair and pressed his belly down into the rich, soft chocolate ganache coating its upper half. By the time she reached the door to the hallway he had buried his face in the chocolate too, licking it off only to smear it all over his features again, and the wriggling and squirming of his body against the chocolate coated choux bun was becoming increasingly rhythmic in its gyrations. Less squirming by the moment, more grinding, perhaps even humping.

"N-naughty...lewd lizard... s-so filthy minded..."

Jirri bit her bottom lip as she slipped through the door and closed it oh so carefully and quietly behind herself.

Just a few seconds later though that same door swung open a crack once more, and as the kangaroo's right eye peered through, blinking then staring with beady focus at her pet writhing and hissing giddily upon that eclair, she moaned to herself in bashful dismay.

"Dammit, Jirri... how come you ended up with a pet dragon as weird and horny as you?"

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The dragon huffed and gurgled through a mouthful of rich creamy chocolate ganache, face glowing crimson beneath the layer of chocolate and indeed the smooth silvery scales below that, legs hooked around the upper half of the choux pastry bun with the right pair of limbs just able to stretch around over its lip towards the interior of the bun, clawed toes curling but unable to feel the rich vanilla cream he knew lay within. Just thinking about that cream, so thick it could support his weight without oozing out, made him gasp and grunt louder than ever. He felt his hips bucking more and more urgently against the eclair as he wriggled against the smooth bun and its chocolate topping, and though at first he made no effort to purposefully influence the rhythm of his body's natural urges the micro-dragon was all too aware of what was swelling between his hind limbs.

After a couple of minutes simply indulging in the most fun and delicious play he could imagine, half wishing he was a little bigger so that he could wrestle and roll the eclair over beneath himself, half wishing he was a little smaller so that he could roll it over and end up pinned, trapped beneath its glorious, calorific weight, the dragon simply couldn't wait any longer. He chirped in desperate pleasure once again, just as he had when first seeing the beautiful eclair being lifted from its box, and his clawed feet dug into the sides of the choux pastry. He shuddered, gasping at the sensation of his toe-claws cracking through the firm outer shell to the soft, aerated doughy interior. He laid his body flat out, resisting the urge to curve his neck downward and smother his face with yet more chocolate, and instead lifted his backside. Hissing in desire, the dragon could feel his member now. Unmistakable as it pulled away from the warm chocolate. He closed his eyes and pictured it, tempted to slide off the eclair, curl into a ball and suckle his cock clean of every sweet chocolatey drop. But then again, with the tub of hazelnut chocolate spread in the kitchen cupboard, he could do that any day. This however... these eclairs, they were a treat, and one that deserved to be devoted his full attention accordingly.

With another deep, frantic hiss that trailed off into a giddy moan of pleasure, the dragon pressed his member back down into the chocolate. Into it, through it, before finally piercing the outer layer of the choux just as his claws had. The chocolate had softened the outer shell beneath it to make his entry easier and without pain, but the interior was no less cool and pillow. Combining that sensation with the slick rich chocolate coating his belly, growing ever softer and more malleable as his body heat radiated out into the ganache, the dragon knew he couldn't resist any longer. He snarled happily, threw his head back in a chirping cry of bliss, and then flung himself flat down against the eclair once more as he began to vigorously, shamelessly fuck the French pastry.

Hissing and gasping in fevered pleasure, it didn't take long for the dragon to get fully into the swing of his sexual feast. Fucking the eclair came as naturally to him as breeding a living being of any gender or form, but he wasn't ashamed to at least think to himself that no living creature no matter how beautiful or sweet-hearted could turn him on as much as this feeling. Nothing could excite him to the same degree as being surrounded by soft dough rubbing against his member, hot chocolate dripping down around his trembling limbs as they clutched at the sides of the eclair, and a face struggling to breath as it panted and snarled amidst the rich scents of chocolate, vanilla and enriched dough.

With a frantic, ear-splitting roar for a creature of his size, the dragon somehow found another gear. His pace quickened to ever greater extremes, ears unable to avoid listening to the sounds of his thighs slapping against the ganache glistening between him and the choux below. His muzzle hung open, panting, growling. His tongue lolled out and his teeth glinted. A few times in rapid succession he snapped at thin air with his jaws, eyes rolling back in fantasy, before he could no longer restrain himself to keep those desires as fantasy alone. Chirping and whimpering in pure elation, he lifted his head up high before twisting his long, agile neck and diving directly down, grabbing a chunk of chocolate covered choux not like a lover nipping at the neck of their mate, but like a wild animal on the hunt. He tore off a chunk of choux and gulped it down with a triumphant roar, the frantic pace of his fucking growing ever more so as he took another bite, then another and another, gorging himself on the very object he was fucking.

The more wildly he fucked and fed upon the eclair, the deeper his clawed feet sank into its sides. With every twitch of his toes they tore holes in the soft choux and raked their way a little deeper inward, rendering the upper portion of the bun less and less structurally stable. He cared little for its integrity at this point however. Gone was his appreciation for the beauty, the transcendent wonder he held for the eclair in its entirety. Now all it was to him was a means to an end. The reason for his impending bliss. And thus all it needed to achieve was to get him to that end goal, by whatever means were necessary.

The dragon's roars rang out louder. His hips and the base of his belly slapped loudly against the hot, increasingly liquid-like ganache, and his cock pounded deeper and harder into the sweet choux. He snarled wildly. He bit and chewed and swallowed choux barely leaving himself time to breath between mouthfuls, until finally he was so crazed in his passion that he wasn't even able to swallow any more, simply tearing the front end of the pastry to shreds with his razor teeth and tossing the remains all around him. Exactly when he hit the point of no return even the dragon himself couldn't begin to guess, but he knew now that it was coming. That there was no stopping it. Thus, he ceased all restraint. He drove his hips down as hard as possible into the choux bun, and his clawed feet tore through the remainder of the bun's interior like hot knives through butter.

With a savage, ferocious howling of pure ecstasy the dragon felt his cum pour out into the choux bun, granting it a secondary cream filling for just a few frantic thrusts before at last the structure of the top of the pastry gave way entirely. Roaring and snarling in bliss as he continued to pump his hips and let loose ribbons of his thick seed, the dragon flopped with a thick, satisfying splat into the vanilla cream interior, and writhed, rolled and wriggled his way through his orgasm there in absolute bliss. Licking, slurping, gurgling through a face-full of sweet cream, every taste and scent enhanced to ridiculous extremes by the sensory heightening rapture of orgasm.

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"A-ahh... ohh god..."

Outside the living room door, panting heavily as she stared through the crack in the doorway at her lewd little pet falling limp, gurgling happily, toes twitching amidst his bed of cream, Jirri felt the last few droplets of her own cum drooling from the tip of her cock. The kangaroo drew a deep, ragged, steadying breath as at last she tore her gaze away from that strangely addictive, erotic sight. She looked instead down over her breasts at her crotch, at her cock still throbbing, twitching within her grasp. At the thick strands of her cum coating the back of the door and the carpet below.

Even then however, spent and embarrassed by what she'd found herself doing, Jirri's gaze soon returned through the doorway. She put a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling as she saw her sweet, sexy little dragon methodically beginning to devour what remained of the eclair, rubbing parts of himself upon the choux pastry if he wanted a little more cream, other times just curving his lithe body around and licking it off directly. For almost ten minutes she watched him eat more than a creature of his size should have been able to consume over days, never mind mere minutes, until finally he was lying flat upon his back, wings spread, all four limbs rubbing at the scales of his stomach. His cock was still erect, and every so often it would twitch and ooze a little pre-cum down its length, puddling upon his belly only to be swept up by a hand or foot, then licked off by the dragon's long, sleek tongue.

Then, perhaps another ten minutes after that, she watched him rise to his feet. She watched him look around bashfully, chirping and squirming just as he had in anticipation of her opening the box for him, and then...

Jirri moaned, and her cock twitched anew even as it lay now mostly softened between her legs.

She watched her lewd little dragon prop himself up against the edge of the box containing the remaining five eclairs, then draw back. She watched him pad over to the edge of the coffee table, take a brief running jump, then launch himself into the air.

She watched the dragon swoop up into the living room's open space, then circle back around towards the coffee table, and finally, eyes widening a moment before it happened as she realised his intent, she watched his wings tuck in. His arms and legs spread out. His cock twitch in absolute bliss, and a frantic, gleeful cry escape his sweet, silvery muzzle as he belly-flopped directly into the box of remaining eclairs.

A few drops of cream and chocolate flew up visibly into the air as he landed with a soft splat, and after that, the hissing, gasping and chirping of pleasure resumed with more urgency and ecstasy than ever.

By Jeeves

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