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Diomed's bronze eyes skimmed the interior of the bar, lingering on each and every patron until settling on a petite sheep seated at the counter. The corners of Diomed's mouth upturned in a subtle grin. Almost all eyes were on Diomed, and they had been ever since he had stepped through the doorway. Of course, being a dragon, that was a fairly common reaction wherever he went. He wasn't a small dragon, either. If he reared up on his hind legs, he would be close to seven feet in height. His rippling, bulging muscles would put the most dedicated of bodybuilders to shame. Normally, he walked on four legs, as dragons tended to do, but even as a quadruped, his great size was apparent. He wore a pair of custom tailored pants on his ample lower half, dark brown in color and made of a stretchable material so to maintain its shape.

Diomed singled the sheep out, and approached. The sheep quickly resumed looking at his drink. It was some sort of pink, fruity cocktail that smelled of strawberries and peaches. Diomed sat down beside the sheep and ordered lemonade. He stared at the sheep for several minutes, clearly making the sheep uncomfortable. At last, the sheep turned and met Diomed's eyes. Diomed smiled.

"What's your name, sheepie?" he asked.

The sheep's back went taught and he shivered as the voice touched his ears.

The dragon rolled his eyes. "I'm Diomed," he said. "If you don't want to give your name, I'll just call you Sheepie. You alright with that, Sheepie?"

Considering the sheep's species, choice of drink, and distinctly curvy, feminine shape, it may have surprised some when the voice that emerged was markedly male. Diomed was not too surprised. While not as acute as a canine's, he could smell the scent of man easy enough. The thin, curvy sheep managed to politely say, "Alright," before turning his attention back to the drink.

His hard lemonade was placed on the counter by the bartender. Diomed drank it down casually. When he set the now empty bottle down, he turned his attention back to Sheepie, who had finished his own drink. "What do you want?" the sheep finally asked.

The dragon spun on his stool so his front was facing the sheep. "Just thought you might be interested in talking. This is a singles bar, isn't it?"

Sheepie turned and looked closer at dragon. To sit at the bar, he had balanced his ample posterior precariously on one of the bar stools, which was presently whining and whimpering under the substantial weight that had been placed on it. Without a shirt, nothing about his magnificent chest was left to the imagination. Every muscle on his torso was perfectly chiseled. His abdomen was flawless: every detail of his six pack was perfectly framed by the scales. His pectorals curved just above them, shaped perfectly. Sheepie's eyes skimmed a bit lower, and he noticed Diomed's legs were parted, revealing a sizable lump pressing out of the hem of his pants. There wasn't much left to imagination there either.

"What's your real name?" Diomed asked.

The sheep chuckled. "Would you believe my friends do call me Sheepie? You can too, if you want."

"And what are you doing at this bar? Handsome little epitome of masculinity like you, you could have your pick of women, couldn't you?"

Sheepie tried to chuckle, but it was clearly forced. He went tense as a lone finger gently stroked down his back. When Diomed's finger came to Sheepie's nape, it hooked the collar that Sheepie wore, and tugged. Sheepie was almost yanked from his stool, but Diomed kept him on the chair with a gentle hand on his back.

"What do you think?" Diomed asked. "Want to go home with me, or stay here and drink alone?"

Sheepie swallowed. "You're pretty forward, aren't you?"

Diomed shrugged. "When you're as experienced as I am, small talk tends to bore you. It just goes back and forth, back and forth, when all anyone really wants is to get to the sex. So, how about it, Sheepie?"

Sheepie slid off his stool and looked to Diomed. Diomed slowly slipped off his own stool and, using the bar to brace himself, slowly rose to his full stature. Because of their extreme size difference, Sheepie found himself staring at the rippling abdomen of the dragon's chest. Diomed's large, muscular tail shifted side to side behind him, as his bronze eyes focused intently on the miniscule sheep. Diomed pulled out his wallet and placed down a few bills, before turning and heading out of the bar. Sheepie spent a moment unsure what to do. Diomed's back was the size of a billboard. Every muscle rippled beneath the scales, and there was the faintest sound of these scales brushing against other scales as he made his way outside.

The bartender placed a shot glass on the counter before Sheepie. "It's on the house," he said.

"Thanks, B.T.," Sheepie said. He threw his head back and gulped the shot of whiskey, before hurrying after the great dragon. By the time he got outside, an SUV (perhaps the only vehicle that could comfortably transport a dragon of Diomed's size) was already waiting at the curb. Again, Sheepie thought of turning back, going back into the bar and waiting for someone else, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by the thought of a night with a dragon. With only a little trouble, he climbed into the SUV and buckled up.

Sheepie didn't try to make conversation during the long drive to... wherever it was Diomed was driving. Sheepie assumed his house, but he wasn't entirely sure. Did dragons have houses? Would Diomed pull up to a cave and tell the sheep to get out? It didn't matter. Sheepie wasn't even sure why he was going along with this. There was a nagging voice that told him he was driving to his own death, but for some reason, that part of him was small. Every time he looked to the dragon, he felt a flutter of lust in his stomach.

Diomed did pull up to an apartment building, much to Sheepie's relief. The dragon parked at the curb and climbed out of his SUV, before walking around the vehicle and opening Sheepie's door for him. Still, no words were exchanged between them. The pangs of fear were steadily increasing in the pit of Sheepie's belly, and he started seriously considering turning tail and running. Perhaps sensing these reservations, Diomed positioned himself behind Sheepie, and gave him a little nudge to walk forward.

Diomed lived on the sixth floor of the apartment building, in apartment number eleven. As he fiddled with the door, Sheepie tried to sneak down the hallway and flee the way he had come, but Diomed's large tail wrapped gently around Sheepie's middle. When the door was finally open, Sheepie was pulled along by the strong tail wrapped gingerly around his waist. The apartment itself was extremely sparse. It was a single room bachelor apartment. The only piece of furniture: a king sized bed that lay on the ground, covered in a yellow bed sheet. On the one of the walls was a mirror without a frame. Sheepie was amused at the idea there was a camera behind it.

"This is like something out of a bad porno," Sheepie muttered.

"Take off your clothing," Diomed growled.

Sheepie didn't even turn around to face the dragon. He had been told to do something, and like an obedient dog, he quickly pulled his shirt over his head. He untied his pants and pulled the elastic waistband wide, before letting them fall. Cloven hooves clopped on the ground as he took a step forward.

Diomed reared onto his hind legs, "sitting pretty." Thick, muscled arms wrapped around the sheep and pulled him back, causing his hooves to scrape noisily on the floor. When he came to rest against the dragon's muscled abdomen, he was lifted off the ground, but it was still several moments before Sheepie realized he was in the air. His hooves kicked rather comically before his panic ceased, and without struggle he was carried to the bed.

He was plopped onto the bed. "Turn around," Diomed growled.

Scooting in a tight circle on his rump, Sheepie came to face the dragon. Well, to be more accurate, he came to face the amber dragon's crotch. A bronze colored shaft had already parted the tight lips of Diomed's sheath. Thick and heavy, the penis was already hanging low despite the engorgement. Diomed's claw wrapped around the penis slowly and lifted it up. His other claw took firm hold of Sheepie's head and pulled him close, until the sheep's snout was only inches from the drooling glans of the penis. A blob of white bubble up from the slit and touched Sheepie's nose with wetness.

"Suck," he growled.

Sheepie braced his cloven fore hooves on the perfectly chiseled thighs of Diomed and attempted to push himself back. He was not able to budge even an inch. When it became clear Sheepie would not comply, Diomed pulled his head forward until the wet glans were poking him into the lips.

"Suck it now."

With a low growl, Sheepie opened his mouth wide and carefully moved his head forward. He barely fit the tip of the glans into his mouth before the pressure became too great, and he feared pushing any further forward would dislocate his jaw. Diomed didn't care. The hand on his head applied, and Sheepie felt the great, fleshy girth fill part his jaws wide. His eyes bulged out of his head and he struggled to push himself back, but still he could not gain even an inch.

"Breathe through your nose," Diomed ordered. "And I'm not going to tell you again, suck."

Sheepie eased his lips closed and applied just a little bit of pressure with his teeth. He wrapped his tongue delicately around the fleshy shaft, though the taste was so overwhelming, he almost couldn't take it. Before he needed to be ordered again, Sheepie puckered his lips and began to suck. It was like no flavor he had ever tasted before, and there was so very much of it. Rolls of flavor filled every corner of his mouth, as did the washes of gooey white that dribbled out of the engorged slit. Mere moments passed before his cheeks began to puff, filled with the rich, white seed of the dragon. Sheepie gulped the mouthful down quickly, but in no time at all, his mouth was filled. Unable to drink it all down, seed was soon oozing down the curve of his lips.

That was before Diomed even began to hump. Now holding the sheep's head with both hands, the dragon tilted his hips back. Allowing his weight to settle on his heels, he thrust forward suddenly, ramming his cock deep into the sheep's throat. Pain exploded inside Sheepie, and he resumed thrashing and pushing against the great dragon before him. Diomed eased himself back before thrusting forward once more, slamming not only his cock down Sheepie's throat, but his hips and pubic bone against the sheep's snout.

The only thing that spared Sheepie's throat from turning to mush was that Diomed gained a sense of rhythm, and began to rock his hips back and forth with controlled, comfortable ease. Sheepie's throat was still aching and raw, but at least he could breathe through his nose in the lulls between thrusts. Fearful of another squeeze, he did his best to wrap his tongue around the penis, noisily slurping and sloshing the flesh between his puffing cheeks.

When Diomed finally pulled his magnificent shaft out of the sheep's mouth, Sheepie fell to his hands and knees, gasping and groaning. Drool and seed oozed out of his mouth and onto his fluffy chest. He was barely given a moment's reprieve before Diomed had taken hold of his ears, and lifted his head. His mouth was abruptly stuffed by Diomed's massive testicles, and he was forced to suckle and lick them, treating them like fine candy. Diomed's huge erection lay over his face, obscuring his vision, and forcing him to breathe the roll upon roll of musk that wafted out of the slick flesh.

The taste of the testicles was different than the cock, as different as the taste of an apple from a carrot. The small, flexible scales that coated the orbs almost cut at Sheepie's tongue. The taste was also far more subtle, and he found it much easier to breath now that nothing was ramming down his throat. He could even call this foreplay pleasant, and gave the muscled thighs before him very gently squeezes to show his affection. "That's good," Diomed whispered.

Sheepie eased his head back and went to work on the penis once again. He gave the underside of the shaft several tender licks, took the time to suckle the balls, then went back to the shaft. Rolls of white oozed out of the slit and wetted the wool on his crown, though he barely noticed. He worked hard at his duty, compensated with the purrs that rolled out of the dragon master in audible waves.

"That's enough," Diomed ordered. Sheepie continued to suckle on the massive testicles, until Diomed gave his ear a sharp yank, threatening to tear it off. Sheepie immediately backed away, and looked up to his master, curious what would come next.

Diomed reached down and took Sheepie under the arms, before casually turning him around so he was lying on his belly. Sheepie attempted to lift up, but a claw flicked the back of his head. He didn't dare move after that.

Diomed braced his body with one claw and gripped his cock with his other. The meaty shaft was guided between the fluffy buttocks of the sheep, at last finding his furless pucker. Sheepie's back arched as he felt the warmth rub against, and then stretch his taught cheeks. Large nails inched through the fluffy coating on his buttocks until they found the wrinkled skin of his anus. The nails plunged into the soft, yielding flesh and pulled it, stretching the hole far wider than Sheepie had ever felt. A panicked screamed escaped his lips. It felt like his skin was ripping. Whatever screams he could muster were cut short as he felt the girth rammed inside him. The nails left his anus, and the tight, muscular rim clenched shut on the alien bulk inside him. For Diomed, it was a pleasant vise upon the thousands of nerve endings that coated his glans. For Sheepie, it was raw pain burning through him.

Diomed shifted his weight, and came to lie down on top of the squirming sheep. Sheepie's arms flailed at his side until Diomed caught him by the wrists and pinned them down. Still, he tried to squirm, but there was little he could do under all that strength. The dragon lifted his hips, and for a moment, held them in the air. Suddenly ramming his hips down, he drove his slick cock deep into the stretched anus of the smaller male. An explosion ruptured through Sheepie's body, and yet he found he could not scream. All that emerged from his lips was a choked wheeze. When Diomed lifted his hips, Sheepie was so deeply impaled upon the erection; he actually lifted off the bed. When Diomed thrust down, Sheepie was slammed against the mattress and nearly crushed.

What was worse, Sheepie could feel his penis crushed painfully between his belly and the mattress. He was painfully erect and splashing goo onto the sheets beneath him. Again and again, Diomed bounced off the bed, ramming his great erection deeper and deeper into the sheep, who could do little more than desperately squirm. He felt the wrinkled skin of his ass stretch wide, felt bones and muscles yield as the gargantuan flesh pushed infinitely deeper. He could barely see through the hazy, red stars that danced in front of his snout, and his penis felt like it would break off at any moment.

Gripping him by the cheeks tight, Diomed lifted off the quivering body, and straightened just slightly. His toe claws dug deep into the floor, and he braced all the muscles in his toned, powerful legs. He took a moment to brush his tongue over his lips, before thrusting forward with all his great strength. Sheepie was not sure if Diomed had been holding back, because suddenly the penis had gone far deeper inside than he could have imagined. He was vaguely aware of trickles of cool goo oozing out of the great shaft and washing his bowel walls. Only vaguely was he aware of the saturation on his wooly belly from his own aching shaft. Another hump, smaller, gentler this time, but that was all Diomed needed. Sheepie buried his face in the covers beneath him as a rush of seed exploded deep into his bowels. The sheep let out a very un-sheeplike howl as his bowels were instantly filled with draconic musk. It felt like a firehouse had been shoved under his tail and turned on full blast.

Diomed was far from done, however. Again and again he rocked his hips back and forth, intent on driving his throbbing cock just a little deeper inside the poor sheep. So thick was the cock, the seed that was rushing and filling the bowels could not escape, and instead flooded farther into the body, washing through the twisting cave of his intestines. Sheepie swore he could even taste seed dribbling between his lips. Unable to hold himself up, Diomed lay down on the sheep once again and got comfortable. His hips continued to rock back and forth, deeper and deeper into the squirming male, filling every inch of his insides with lustful draconic seed.

For what seemed like an eternity, Sheepie remained pinned beneath the great dragon. There was just enough slack that he could breath, but other than that he was hopelessly trapped. And in all that time, the fleshy erection shoved between his buttocks did not shrink in the slightest. Oddly, his own erection did not shrink either. It remained rock solid, achingly pressed between the bed and his fluffy, goo drenched stomach.

Diomed snorted, and pushed himself off the bed. Sheepie, still impaled mercilessly on the shaft, rose with him. The dragon gripped Sheepie's hips tightly, before carelessly pulling his cock out of the tight embrace. For Sheepie, it felt like his organs were being yanked from his torso, and a horrible hollowness settled inside him. He fell to the bed, twitching weakly, as Diomed took a moment to breathe the fire out of his lungs.

Sheepie could not move. Occasionally he convulsed, but that was not by choice. There was still an awful hollowness in the pit of his chest, and there was pain in his anus from being stretched so far. His hooves were tingling, which was such an alien feeling for him, it was somehow even worse than the very real pain rupturing his lower body. Normally, he could walk on broken glass and barely feel it. When Diomed's large hands wrapped around his middle, Sheepie could only whimper. It was a noise based on instinct, not fear. Truth be told, some part of him was eager for the next stage of the game, and already dreaming about what the amber dragon might do to him. Diomed carefully sat and stretched his body straight. Gazing into the large, amber eyes, it took a lot of strength, but Sheepie managed to smile. Diomed smiled back. Then his mouth opened wide, revealing the bronze colored innards and long, snake like tongue. A gust of warm steam blew over Sheepie's face, making his eyes clench. When he opened his eyes, His head already resting inside the gaping maw of the dragon. Before he could scream, Diomed had closed his jaws upon him.

For a creature that had been completely tuckered out not a moment before, Sheepie suddenly came to life. He was screaming and fidgeting and trying to punch the dragon, but his arms only failed dumbly through the air. Annoyed, Diomed caught him by the wrists, and pinned his arms to his side. Although the sheep still struggled, the large hands of the dragon were more than enough to keep him firmly squeezed. The dragon's massive tongue playfully lapped at Sheepie's head. His face was one of the few spots on his body not coated in white wool, and Diomed seemed fascinated with the flavor of bare skin. In a fury, Sheepie opened his mouth and bit down hard upon the dragon's tongue, but it only earned him mirthful laughter that echoed through the sweltering cave his head was trapped in.

Diomed's penis was stirring. Opening his mouth wide, he suddenly stuffed Sheepie inside the maw, up to his shoulders. When the lips closed, Diomed's cheeks came to rest upon Sheepie's biceps, and kept his arms firmly pinned at his side. The tongue coiled out and wrapped around Sheepie's midriff, keeping him from shifting and wiggling out of the gaping maw. With his prey firmly trapped, one of Diomed's now free hands drifted down to his erection. He slicked his hand with moisture, before returning to Sheepie and wiping his claw on the wool.

With what little light infiltrated the mouth, Sheepie could see his path, though he would have preferred mute darkness. All he could see were rolls upon rolls of bronze innards, and just past that, terrifying darkness. If ever the rolls of bronze flesh were squeezed into a wall, and Sheepie thought perhaps his descent had ended, the flesh inevitably yawned wide, revealing still more tunnel for his journey.

Gripping Sheepie by the kicking hooves, Diomed stretched his long neck forward, putting his mouth over his prey's body. Sheepie's snout was suddenly pressed against a warm, puckered hole; a hole that seemed hesitant to yield and give him passage. His hands, still just outside the maw, wiggled and squirmed, desperately searching for something to hold on to. Before he could find such a lifeline, the puckered hole opened wide, and a whiff of acid filled Sheepie's snout. The throat muscles of the dragon clenched and squeezed, pushing him down the spiraling tunnel of slick flesh, and his head was suddenly inside the hollow sac of the dragon's stomach.

Coiling around Sheepie's body, greedy inch by greedy inch, Diomed suddenly tasted something warm and flavorful. His hands lifted to the spot his tongue had touched, and between his fingers, he found the sheep's adorable penis. It was quite hard, despite, or perhaps because of, the sheep's present predicament. One of his nails inched inside the warm folds of the sheath and carefully fished about. When the finger emerged, there was a small coating of creamy white. Diomed wiped the flavor on his tongue, before getting back to business, and stretching his mouth a few more inches over his prey. When his jaws closed, his sharp teeth punched into the Sheepie's buttocks.

Sheepie's struggles had grown steadily weaker. The air inside the stomach was thick and acidic, and made him feel light headed. He was already utterly exhausted from all the dragon had done. His body was still racked with fits of pain radiating from his lower half. Occasionally he would mount an offensive: a kick, a squirm, but these were token gestures at best. When the dragon's large hands found his buttocks, he did jerk rigid just a moment, before falling limp and weak.

Over half the sheep was now in Diomed's stretched mouth. The flavor was something he did his best to savor, but his neck was starting to grow stiff from the pressure he had placed on it. He coiled his tongue a little tight around the sheep to enjoy the flavor just a little more, just a few more seconds. The taste of wool, along with the dragon seed Diomed had seen fit to coat the wool with, was absolutely delectable. His tongue lapped between Sheepie's legs, tasting both the aching erection, and the stretched anus he had had so much fun ravaging.

But like all good things, it could not last forever. Diomed stretched as straight as he could, and opened his mouth wide. The muscles in Diomed's chest and throat splayed wide, permitting Sheepie effortless passage into the hollow (though quickly filling) sack of the dragon's stomach. Lewd gulps echoed through the room as Diomed worked to drag the sheep down. His muscled chest gradually showed signs of the increased bulk, and the toned abdomen began to push out, revealing a vaguely humanoid shape housed just past the layer of scales and skin. The cloven hooves of Sheepie's feet kicked and twitched desperately as they slowly sank into the widened mouth. Whimpers rose up from the throat, though they did not belong to Diomed. The only noises he made were deep, throat purrs as the blissful bulk sank lower and lower. When the hooves were no longer in his mouth, but traveling down his throat, he gave his distended middle a happy slap.

"Are you still alive?" Diomed asked. He received no answer, which was not a shock of course. It didn't matter anyway. "You'll be running out of oxygen soon," he said. Slowly, carefully, he lay down on the mattress, on his side, so his distended stomach could spill before him. Occasionally, a ripple ran over the stretched layer of scales and skin. A long, index claw carefully stroked through the crisscross of scales. "Consider it a mercy, since you don't want to be conscious when my digestive acids do their work. Mmm, yeah, that's right. Wiggle. It feels so good. My acids will break down every inch of you, your wool last since that's always a bitch to handle. Just think about it, you'll be a part of me. You, some little effeminate cunt, will be part of something so much greater than you could have ever imagined. That's right, stop struggling and let go. Breathe deep. It's easier that way."

Diomed set his head down as his body got to work. He didn't sleep, nor did he want to. He just wanted to listen to the lewd gurgles and sloshes as the sheep broke down in his stomach. He wanted to savor every noise, every sensation, every death throe as his meal was reduced to nothing but goo, slowly becoming part of something greater. He watched with great interest as the ripples, distorting the stretched skin of his stomach, slowed to a halt. He shuddered happily as he Sheepie gave one final push. The outline of a cloven hoof pressed out of the stretched skin of his gut, as if Sheepie might somehow tear the layers of muscle and fat and escape into fresh air. Diomed placed a lone finger upon the bulge and slowly pushed it back down. "Now now," he chuckled. "No need to worry. You'll be coming out real soon."