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A short story by Sean Renning

I stepped over the unconscious bodies beneath my feet. The house wreaked of sweat and smut. The windows around me were covered by pinned up posters and sheets. My eyes scrambled to adjust to the consuming darkness. I wondered what happened here. Perhaps the raw, unfiltered desires of man. Perhaps, it was someone's night out. It was all speculation at this point until I found some actual evidence. I carefully made my way up the decrepit stairway, my instincts told me the answers I seeked were there. The creatures writhed in their blissful rest below me, groaning and snoring. Before long, the master bedroom door was upon me. It was grand, unusual as far as suburban houses go. Double doors, lined with an elegant gold sheen, surrounding a pure white body. It was the last remaining symbol of sanitation. I wrapped my shaky fingers around the doorknob, terrified of what I might see. I pressed on.

The doors opened gracefully, without a creak. The contents of the room were illuminated by sunlight, filtered by the horizontal shadows of the blinds. They illuminated the plumes of smoke dancing in the air. A few mortals lay across the floor, their state unknown to me. My first step into the room was greeted by a slick substance. The stench was flowery, yet organic. I noticed something move behind the bed's drapes. I was not alone. A puff of smoke leaked from his chamber before he chuckled. As I saw his eyes glow behind the sultry veil, a chill ran up my spine. I was in danger. I stopped in my tracks, the goo beneath me squeaked one last time. The beast lurched forward, separating his silk fortress. He towered over me as he stood. My own eyes scanned what was before me. His muted orange scales glistened in the limelight, protecting an impressively toned body. Horns, sharp as razors, swept back behind his large skull; a natural defence to any who dare try to mount the beast themselves. The dragon's own eyes lagged up and down my form, considering my sheepish posture. I wasn't supposed to be here, and he knew it.

He killed his cigar, driving it into his plated thigh. Now that my sight was focused so low on his form, I considered some of his masculine features. They were impressive, perhaps as large as my fist. Though fear was coursing through my veins, I couldn't help my arousal. They draped from a protective slit, hiding his true weapon. The fact that it wasn't showing gave me relief, perhaps there was still time to escape. The tangerine dragon spoke, his voice deep and domineering.

"You look awfully lost." My heart raced. I didn't know if I was going to make it out of here alive. It all hinged on my answers. "I truly am sorry, mister... uh?" A confident smirk spread across his face. "I am Flexion, but you can call me Flex, if you so please." I nodded and continued with my previous thought. "Mister Flexion, I didn't mean to intrude, but the front door was open, and I could hear some confusing groaning from behind it. I figured I'd investigate, and well, here I am."

Flex considered my explanation for a moment before smiling hungrily. He spread his arms out, outlining his abode. "Well, what do you think?" I swiveled around, looking at the tired and still bodies around me. "Um, I'm a little confused. Who are these people and what. . . what is this goop?" I asked. "This? Ah, these are my customers. They owed me a great debt, one they paid for with their delicious entrances. As you can see, from the coat of my seed covering them and the floor, I got my money's worth." he laughed. I felt extremely uncomfortable, wondering about my own fate. I laughed nervously., "It looks like a lot of fun! I'll let you get back to it, then." I began backing away from the lumbering dragon. His wings spread out and flapped, the gust of air swung the doors shut and knocked me back. My hands scrambling amongst his lust as I regained my balance. "Hold up, I'm not done with you yet. Trespassing is a serious offense to my kind. How should I reprimand you? I could burn you alive and have you for supper, but I already ordered Domino's, and I don't want to be wasteful. Hm." He brought one of his claws to his chin, comically thinking. In my mind, I knew what he was going to do to me. A long, slick tongue glided across his scalie lips. His eyes were undressing me as he considered the possibilities. His length began to emerge from that once-absent slit. "I know!" he huffed. My mouth felt dry as he stepped towards me once more.

If there was one thing this giant lacked, it wasn't strength. He scooped me up in one smooth motion. He could smell my fear. Saliva was beginning to leak from his cavernous maw. Flex took one of his claws and tore the fabric from my body, revealing all I had to offer. He admired me with a thirsty need. A hot tongue dragged up and down my body, acquiring my taste. His glowing eyes narrowing, he must have enjoyed me. His own breath hastened, releasing wafts of warm air around me.

I glanced down his tall form, seeing his fully-realized girth. I myself was getting excited, much to his pleasure. In any other circumstance, I would be cowering in fear, tales of dragons rarely end well where I'm from, but I couldn't help but melt in his intoxicating gaze. He draped me over his firm and cool shoulder, hauling be to his true lair. I had a flattering view of his wings and tail, all wrapped in an exquisite musculature. We made it to his bed, the soft fabric gracing my backside as he stepped through the veil. Flex lowered me down onto my stomach.

A pair of scalie hands took hold of my hips and raised my rear into the air. My heart was pounding, I didn't know if I could handle the size of him. A moan escaped my throat as his tongue played with my hole, prodding and teasing at the tight opening. The breath from his large nostrils sent goosebumps up my back. Perhaps being his subject wasn't so bad. Before I could contemplate any further, his tongue entered me, pulling out slightly after each stroke, sinking deeper and deeper into my entrance. I didn't think it would end. The dragon growled with pleasure and he pressed his snout firmly against my rump. His reach had ended. If my internals weren't slick enough now, they would never be. I relaxed myself around him.

With one long motion, he withdrew himself. I felt molten pleasure course through my every nerve. Flex chuckled behind me. "Oh, he he, I'm gonna enjoy filling you." I felt his claws firmly plant themselves beside my head as he prepared to mount me. I could feel heat radiating from his swelling member as it approached my hind. His tip teased at my hole, aligning itself before plunging it. I felt myself stretch onto his length. If this was just the bow, then how could I possibly bare the stern? Seemingly just in time to quell my doubt, he placed a claw on my head and pushed it into the mattress. I couldn't hide my excitement, "Oh, fuck yes!" I moaned. Flex huffed and thrust deeper. His controlled stroking was timed elegantly, hitting my sweet spot when I demanded it and taking it slow when I was ready to burst. He must have done this often.

Before long, I was practically begging him to push himself all the way in. He granted my plea and eased his way down to what I could only imagine was his girthy knot. He filled his free claw with saliva and painted my ass with it, preparing me for his finale. Soon enough, both of his palms were clenched tightly around my sides. He pushed and pushed, I could feel my hole start to give way. In one last thrust, I enveloped his full length, his weighty sack slapping against my stomach. With every last nerve in my lower body, I felt his cock pulse and throb, my insides feeling notably warm. I thought he would never stop; My stomach was bulging a bit, too! After what felt like a few minutes, Flex had emptied himself. I remained locked to the mighty dragon, who huffed in exhaustion. He fell to his side, taking me with him. I felt that slimy tongue grace my neck. With one claw, he held my ass as he pulled his hips back. Pop! Flex had ejected, leaving a torrent of molten seed in his wake. I was drained of all my will and energy from our dance, and just as the others had, I drifted into a deep sleep.

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I woke up after some time. My aching body arose, greeted by a dark and empty room. Flexion's "customers" must have recovered and left. Not only that, but the dragon's lusty floor polish had also been cleaned. Night had fallen, and the once-hazy room was now marked by cold colors. I glanced around the bedroom, looking for any clothes that might fit me, since mine were reduced to rags. The dragon's dresser dwarfed me in its scale. I pulled one of its drawers open. He had quite the collection of clothes from his previous victims. Luckily, some of them fit, even it the tailhole in the pants was a bit narrow for me. As I made my way to the door, I noticed the smokey glow of Flex's cigar, resting neatly in his bedside ashtray. I worried if he was still inside the house; as pleasurable as our last encounter was, I wasn't ready for round two just yet.

I tiptoed down the stairs, doing my best not to make a sound, for he could be anywhere. My exit was in sight, just a few more steps. I slid the lock open. I took one last glance around the living area, and there he was, sitting in a recliner, passed out with a pizza box on his lap. For a big scary dragon, he was cute when he was asleep. I admired him one last time before stepping out into the brisk night air. What was I doing again? Oh, yeah, gotta get groceries!