COMMISION FOR SWIFTERINGSWELLERS
POPOVA
Popova the cat padded gently along the street, and came to a crossing. She stalked across it, her fur gleaming in the dark night like polish. Such intense beauty attracted the unwanted eye, usually to one place in particular...Her paw slid down to that one place, then quickly back to her side. She was all the rage with the males at school, but there was one boy in particular that she liked. His name was Swift. He was quiet, strong and handsome, despite being a dragon. In fact, Popova prefered dragons to cats...
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SWIFT
Swift glided from rooftop to rooftop, Tracking Popova's progress through the city. He adored her, her fur, her eyes, everything was perfection. He knew she liked him, but didn't know WHY. He wanted to know why. His eating habits were disgusting, and he had SCALES. Yet Popova had called him...What was it? Cute? Yes, that was it. he couldn't believe it, but she had invited him to her palace, in St. Petersburg. He didn't know what they'd do there, but he thought it would be good. Everything Popova did was good.
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POPOVA
She leant against the marble pillar and waited. Soon she saw a dark shape flying towards her. It landed, and Popova saw it was Swift.
"Come on," She said.
She strode into the entrance hall and towards the black marble staircase. The doors slammed shut, and Swift barely flinched. That was good, Popova thought.
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SWIFT
Swift stared in awe at the huge palace. It was made almost entirely of Black Marble, and the columns bases were solid gold. He then looked back at Popova, and followed her upstairs, to her room.
"So," He said
"Well, you know what we do now, don't you?" said the cat.
"Um. No, sorry."
She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Why did I invite you here?"
"For a Sleep-Over."
"Correct. There is only one bed, so..."
Suddenly it clicked. His eyes lit up. "You mean you want to...With me?"
"Yes."
Swift didn't know what happened next, but he was aware of lying on a bed, chest heaving and Popova with her knees on either side of his body.
"I wanted to do this since we first met," She whispered. and she pulled my trousers of, and began to taste my member. Swift was unsure at the start, but soon pushed his shaft into her mouth and she kept on sucking...
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POPOVA
His cock tasted of salty meat, and it wasn't that different to biting a bone. She had expected all of his body to be hard and scaly, but his shaft was diiferent. It was almost soft, the scales were so soft. But his member was growing in size and getting harder. She realized that she had better stop before he cummed. She then moved up his body to his face, where she kissed him, and their tongues met in her mouth coiling around each other like snakes. THen she felt something press against her folds, and, without looking guided his penis to its destination. she felt it enter, and exit, enter, and exit, getting into a rythm and picking up speed
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SWIFT
He was thoroughly enjoying himself now, and feeling her tongue against his shaft had been like heaven. He had nearly reached his clim,ax, and was panting harder than ever, his tongue wriggling in her mouth. then he cummed, and released his white semen into her beautiful body. She gasped, and he withdrew from her, breathing heavily. Swift looked down at her sex, and it looked swollen, so he began to insert his tongue.
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POPOVA
She felt Swift's tongue probing around her folds, then it was within her, wriggling like a worm. A surprisingly nice worm, at that. THen he came away, and they kissed again, and fell asleep on the bed.
THE END
...Or is it?