A Hunting Accident
Darkness settled over the barren landscape as a fleeing pair of Vulpelins, a fox and a vixen, leapt into a narrow, shallow ravine to hide from their pursuers. As escapists from an encampment of Waartogs, from which they were already miles removed, they were still covered in the filth of slavery, their red-brown fur matted and unwashed for days. Now they were free, but how long they would remain so was a matter still open to question.
They had stolen from their captors certain sacred relics that were rumored to contain healing powers, but which were, on appearance only an identical pair of short, thick wooden wands with both their ends rounded smooth. In spite of this, the Waartogs' high witch-priestess, the clan matriarch, had demanded that all worship these objects explicitly, claiming that when the two wands were brought close to one another they would heal wounds and grant arcane visions.
Ulw, the Vulpelin male, held his companion close. Kirh, his love, was panting from exertion. Her breasts rose and fell, expanding and contracting the thick layers of mud caking the fur of her slender chest. After being dragged before the high priestess, Ulw had contrived to have the relics fall into his possession, and as soon as they were in his paws he had seized a torch and held it underneath them, threatening to burn them. By this ruse he and his companion had succeeded in distracting their enemies long enough to allow them to make their escape.
"This way," said Ulw, leading her along the bottom of the ravine. Above them the first stars were appearing in the narrow vault of twilit sky.
"They didn't see us," Kirh whispered. Turning her brown eyes skyward in apprehension, she sniffed the air. "But they're close."
She and Ulw continued to run. Suddenly from outside of the ravine came the most monstrous, frightful chorus of squealing noises she had ever heard.
They both heard a harsh, squealing voice bark the words: "Climb down! Climb down! There they are!"
Ulw seized Kirh's forepaw and together they fled along the bottom of the ravine, running twice as fast as before.
Moments later, Ulw came to a halt, and Kirh, looking past his furry, pointed ears at what lay ahead, was dismayed to see that it was the mouth of a cave, a narrow, black aperture in an impassable wall of stone.
But when she heard the Waartogs descending into the ravine behind them, she instantly forgot her hesitation, and together she and Ulw entered the cave.
It was pitch-black inside, and the size of the place was immense beyond telling. As they fled, the sounds of their pursuers became no more than faint whispers in the distance, fading at last into silence. After a brief period of wandering through the cave, whose dimensions appeared never to diminish, Kirh and Ulw's sharp, pointed noses twitched as they detected an unpleasant odor: decay, and something else. The texture of the stone beneath them underwent a gradual change, becoming smoother and slimier. The toes of Ulw's hind leg collided with a solid, hollow-sounding object that went rattling away across the floor of the cave.
"I think we've just made a mistake," Ulw stammered, barely speaking above a whisper.
Kirh shivered. "I think you're right."
"Don't think you'll hear me disagreeing," said an amused, monstrously deep voice behind them, punctuating this remark with a laugh which reminded them of the hiss of a giant snake.
Kirh gasped in terror. She felt Ulw take her forepaw in his and together they fled, while behind them the voice shook the cave with growls of laughter. At that moment the air suddenly exploded, as an enormous, billowing column of flame erupted from a point high above them. The Vulpelins turned their heads toward the light and were horrorstruck to see a monstrous dragon charging down a long tunnel of tremendous size--clearly part of the creature's lair--with red eyes ablaze and fang-lined maw opened wide to engulf them.
"Here! In here!" Ulw called out to Kirh, pulling her to one side. She hastened to escape in the direction of his lead, running ahead of him. Presently they found themselves in the confines of a much smaller tunnel, more akin to the ravine in which they'd hidden earlier.
A tremor shook the cave as the dragon thrust his huge, snapping jaws into the tunnel after them. As they fled down the tunnel, the floor vanished from underneath Ulw and Kirh, and they fell into a narrow vent with a depth of less than twenty feet. Though Ulw tried to control Kirh's fall so that she would land on top of him, in the end he landed on top of her right hind leg and broke it.
More tremors shook the tunnel until at last the ground ceased to tremble, and the weary, wounded Vulpelins heard the huge predator call down to them: "Stay where you are, little lost surface-dwellers. You don't want to become more lost than you already are. I know exactly where you've landed. Volgrau is my name. I'll be down momentarily, to enjoy the pleasure of your company."
They heard the dragon withdraw his head from the tunnel, and the two Vulpelins lay perfectly still and made no sound, listening as the monster's half-slithering, half-lumbering tread faded into nothingness.
Kirh touched her wounded leg and let out a stifled yelp of agony. Ulw strove to remove her gently to one corner of the sightless cave and lean her back against a wall. She grimaced, wrinkling her fur-trimmed snout, and began to cry softly.
"Everything will be all right," Ulw consoled her. He untied the string of the sack which contained the Waartogs' relics and withdrew first one then the other. "I have these. I know what to do." He touched her with one of the wands. Nothing happened.
"They don't seem to do anything," Kirh observed, snarling in disappointment and pain.
"Maybe they both have to touch you in order to heal you," replied Ulw. "They can heal any wound, at least that's what some dirty Waartog witch-sow says."
Ulw gently placed one of the smooth wooden instruments on the ankle of Kirh's wounded leg. She winced.
"Nothing?" he asked, holding up the other wand.
"Use the other one," she suggested.
Ulw complied laying the object to rest on her inner thigh, above the break, and all of sudden Kirh felt a rush of warmth travel from the wound in her lower leg to the pit of her stomach. The wooden wands began to vibrate, faintly at first, and soon the vibrations grew as the objects were brought close to one another. From the pit of her stomach, this feeling flooded downwards, filling her loins with warmth and pleasurable sensation.
Kirh looked at her companion and nuzzled the soft, filth-matted fur of his neck. No longer wounded, she leapt on top of Ulw, and their mouths met. With heads tilted to the side, they gently pressed their upper and lower front fangs into one another's furry cheekbones and gnawed and fought playfully, while their tongues engaged in random play.
They might have continued in this fashion were it not for the tremor which shook the ground at that moment. Instantly the two Vulpelins unlocked mouths and turned their heads, staring up into the dark well-shaft. The sound was not repeated.
"We have to find our way back to the surface," said Ulw.
Able to see nothing at all, they could only walk straight ahead into the dark.
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Emzelith the dragoness rested on the shore of an underground lake. She was weary from catching and devouring hundreds of blind cavefish and eyeless, white cave-salamanders, gorging herself all day until the lake was almost entirely depopulated. She lay on her long, serrate spine, reclined against a shallow slope in the floor, and looked down to where her fore-claws were folded across her large, pale green breasts. Below that her already ample belly bulged from the feast she had consumed. Sighing in contentment, she rolled over onto one side, gathering in her hind-claws and serpentine tail while laying her horned head to gently rest across her fore-claws. Her lemon-amber eyes blinked sleepily, and she opened her sharp-fanged jaws wide in an enormous yawn.
Just as sleep was stealing over her, Emzelith suddenly awoke to an unfamiliar sound. Within moments she was awake and listening intently. She'd heard a cry of some kind. It had come from someplace nearby. Presently, voices became audible: no one but surface-dwellers spoke in voices like those. Her long, forked tongue tasted the air.
"Surface-dwellers," she whispered, smiling to herself. Surface-dwellers were an extraordinary find. Her smile faded as she viewed her full belly, and she sighed, "If only they had come along sooner."
After a moment, Emzelith's expression brightened, and she went on to conclude, "But a light snack couldn't hurt. Surface-dwellers are small and easy to digest, after all."
Without further comment or consideration, the dragoness made her way swiftly towards the sound of the voices, disappearing into the midst of the hundreds of columnar stone formations that stood along the lakeshore.
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Ulw and Kirh felt their way through a pitch-black region dominated by tall, strangely textured columns, and for a time they were compelled to rely on senses other than their eyesight to guide them. Presently, certain phosphor-tinged growths began to appear everywhere in the cave, permitting them to examine their surroundings. Hundreds of towering stone formations of all sizes stood throughout the cave, obstructing their view of everything in the nearer vicinity.
"We must be getting close to the surface," Ulw murmured. "These growing things need air and light to survive, and there were none in any of the other places we saw. There must be a passage to the surface somewhere close by."
"Shouldn't we be feeling the wind, or smelling the outside air?"
"There has to be one," Ulw insisted. "We'll find it."
"I'm not so sure," replied Kirh, surveying their surroundings with apprehension.
"It appears you've lost your way," a sibilant voice declared from behind them.
Startled, both Vulpelins turned to view Emzelith, who stood behind them wearing her most sympathetic, daggered smile. The Vulpelins turned to run away, but before they were able to do so Emzelith arrived at Kirh's side and immediately seized her in her great, grasping claws, a single one of which was more than large enough to confine the tiny, struggling Vulpelin female. Without hesitating, the dragoness lifted Kirh and moved to place her inside her mouth, but before she could swallow, a hiss of surprise and pain escape her, and she looked down to see the other little surface-dweller standing at her feet, bashing the top of her claw with a rock.
Furious, Emzelith cast her prey aside, gathered her hind legs beneath her, and lunged with all her might. She chased the Vulpelin down and was about to fall upon him with her gaping jaws and swallow him head-first, but the creature evaded to one side, and her powerful lunge carried her directly through the narrow gap that lay between two enormous stalagmites, ensconcing her overstuffed midsection firmly in between the two surfaces, so that she was unable to pull herself through the gap or slip out of it backwards.
While Emzelith struggled to free herself, Ulw turned in mid-flight, looked back, and saw what had become of his pursuer. He ran back to where she lay, and Kirh joined him at Emzelith's side. Though the serpentine creature continued to snarl and snap her jaws at the two smaller creatures, she was, it appeared to them, completely unable to extricate herself from where she had become stuck.
"You'd best leave me alone," Emzelith advised menacingly, turning her head to address the pair of them, "before I become angry and--agh!"
At that moment Ulw ran in and struck at the creature's hindquarters with one of the rounded wooden wands he carried, plunging it into the slit beneath the scales of her lower belly and thrusting it deep inside her, up between the pressing walls of Emzelith's warm, wet flesh, until the wand's smoothed end touched the firm, fleshy pearl hidden within her sex. Ulw quickly used the second wooden wand to push the first one further in, and the two relics commenced to vibrating almost at once.
At the same moment, the rest of Emzelith's words were cut off as a sudden rush of ecstatic pleasure caused her senses to reel. White-hot, tingling pleasure exploded deep within her, and she hissed loudly and squirmed, dragging her fore-claws across the floor of the cave while her hind legs kicked convulsively. The pleasure quickly drained all the energy from her already weary limbs, after which the underside of her jaw thudded on the hard ground, where she lay panting. Viscous fluids slid from out of her sex and pooled on the floor beneath her. Her dripping jaws were parted slightly, and her tongue struggled feebly to surmount her lower fangs.
At that time, Ulw retreated from the creature, taking the one wand with him, and leaving the other deep inside of Emzelith.
Upon recovering, Emzelith raised her head to issue a breathless complaint, "How dare you violate--agh!"
Before she was able to finish speaking, Ulw ran to the scales of her lower belly and pressed the other wand against them. Once more Emzelith's lower parts convulsed. Her yellow eyes rolled upwards in their sockets while she lay on the ground, writhing and whimpering in ecstasy for nearly a minute, until the feeling had flooded out of her.
"Please, stay away," she pleaded while gasping for breath. "Stay away from... me with your... that... I don't know how you... did that, but that was most indecent of you... to say the least."
"Shut your mouth!" Ulw shouted, and Emzelith cringed before him, while at the same time she struggled to pull herself through the gap between the two stalagmites.
"Oh no, no, please just let me go," Emzelith begged. "Please, I beg you. I promise I'll do anything you ask, if you will let me go. Oh please just--"
"All right, enough already," Ulw interrupted impatiently. "Where is the way out of this cave? Answer that question. Where's the tunnel that will lead us to the surface?"
"Oh, of course, that is, ah... that way," Emzelith finished unsteadily, indicating which direction with a nod of her head.
Ulw's response was immediate: once more he ran in and the second wand touched the female dragon's lower abdomen, causing the one within her to vibrate and resulting in another orgasm for his helpless, struggling victim, who lay on the ground panting from exhaustion when it was all over.
Emzelith cowered as Ulw approached the spot where she had laid her head to rest. She grinned in helpless dismay and squirmed as he held up the wand in front of her.
"If I don't find anything like an exit in that direction," he warned, "then I shall become angry with you, you slimy beast. I'm leaving," he said, and with that he handed the wand to Kirh and said, "Do not allow this creature to move or say a word to you, and if it tries anything, use this. Touch it there."
Kirh nodded and promptly accepted the object, though she received it with an air of nervousness. She was still somewhat frightened of the huge creature in front of her, in spite of it being trapped, and she disliked how its yellow-eyed gaze traveled from Ulw to her as soon as he'd handed her the wand.
"Don't be afraid," Kirh assured her, clasping her forepaws in his and squeezing. He nudged her chin gently from underneath and licked the front of her muzzle. "I'll return soon."
He hurried away, and she watched him leaving for a moment before returning her attention to the creature in front of her.
Wiping away the saliva from her jaws, Emzelith rested her head on the ground and presented her empty fore-claws to Kirh in a disarming gesture. "May I please admit my mistake?" she asked. "I should--"
"Don't talk to me!" she shouted at once, immediately advancing on Emzelith's hindquarters, an action which prompted an immediate response from the dragoness.
Emzelith cringed and pleaded, but in the end she could only squirm helplessly and moan with uncontrollable pleasure, an act that she found to be both objectionable and indecent, being that she was her in front of this smaller, weaker creature, but now she simply could not help herself. After climaxing, she collapsed face-first into a puddle of her own copious salivations, where she lay staring at Kirh with rattled, unfocused eyes.
As repulsed as Kirh was by the creature, she soon became aroused in spite of herself as she watched the wretched beast wallowing in its own vile secretions, desperate to escape her presence and willing to do anything at all for a moment's respite. She hated the creature and wished to see it degraded further, but a part of her also felt deeply aroused by its fits of its ecstasy and wanted to know to what depths of depravity it would descend in order to avoid displeasing her.
Kirh began somewhat uncertainly, "Ah, did you know that there's a way for you to escape any further action involving this?" She showed Emzelith the wand and said to her, "Now, in order for me not to touch you again, you have to lick me. Lick me clean. I want to be completely clean. Start with my feet and then move up. Stay where I tell you to stay, and stop when I tell you to stop. Do you understand?"
Emzelith nodded eagerly and appeared absurdly glad to be given the opportunity. "Oh, of course," she agreed. "Whatever you like, surface-dweller."
Kirh advanced on the creature, approaching Emzelith's head and confronting her directly. She stepped in front of the larger creature's open maw, while its foul, heated exhalations engulfed her, but she withstood the stench and, after placing both forepaws on top of the scaly snout, thrust her loins forward.
Immediately Emzelith's long tongue darted out and began to lick the filth from between Kirh's toes. She continued to lick until first one paw then the other was clean, while Kirh encouraged her and directed her actions.
"Do you love licking the filth off of me?" asked Kirh, shuddering with pleasure as the creature's tongue swarmed all over her legs, licking everywhere it could.
"Of course, yes, yes," Emzelith was quick to respond. "I'm so privileged to have met you, surface-dweller. Your filth is positively the finest I've ever tasted."
"I didn't say stop," Kirh complained, lifting the wand warningly, and Emzelith instantly returned to licking her, frantic to comply. The creature's tongue cleaned her legs thoroughly and traveled up to her loins. Kirh felt its slimy softness squeeze inside her and fill her sex. As the tongue slid in and out, the Vulpelin female moaned.
"Yes! Yes!" Kirh panted. "Do the same thing again! Now again! Again! Yes!" An intense feeling of pleasure burst inside of her, and she placed the wand between her jaws and bit into its bitter wood, stifling her cries of rapture only slightly. After remaining in this state for nearly a minute, she collapsed across the huge snout of the creature licking her. When she opened her eyes, a huge, yellow eye was staring directly into hers.
"Shall I clean the rest of you?" Emzelith suggested meekly.
With a moan of pure contentment, Kirh lifted herself off the larger creature and staggered backwards, grinning foolishly.
Exhausted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, Emzelith could do nothing but lie on the ground and gasp for air as her loins convulsed reflexively.
At that moment Ulw returned, and upon discovering that half of Kirh's fur coat was wet and slick from the dragoness' attentions, he approached Emzelith with the wand and thrust the second relic into her behind the first one. Immediately her hind legs kicked and her fore-claws scratched the floor, while her tail slithered back and forth rapidly in a fit of pleasure. Ulw withdrew the object from her and retreated, watching with interest while the serpentine creature struggled in the throes of overwhelming sensation.
Ulw confronted Kirh, who giggled in slight in embarrassment and smiled. "I just couldn't resist giving it a try," she admitted somewhat shyly, adding, "But it was extraordinary."
Turning from his companion, Ulw's gaze settled on Emzelith, who trembled and tried once more to extricate herself from between the huge stone formations.
"Now you listen to me," he told his prostrate captive, advancing on her exactly as Kirh had done, until he stood directly in front of her huge snout. "I want my lower parts to be as clean as hers. And if you don't clean them well, then Kirh who you already met is going to use this on you." Having said so, he waved the wooden object in front of Emzelith's exhausted, disoriented gaze and then handed it to his companion. "Do you understand everything I've told you?" he asked his captive.
"Perfectly," answered Emezlith, gasping from her ordeal. Her head slid forward along the ground until her slime-besmeared snout rested inches away from the legs of the Vulpelin male, at which point she began to clean his hind legs with her tongue, licking the filth off of his fur. As soon as her tongue encircled his erect member, he gripped the front of her snout and snarled with mounting pleasure. Exhausted and short of breath, Emzelith was scarcely able to finish the task at hand, and when at last Ulw climaxed, she lay before him gasping, completely devoid of strength, watching helplessly as his seed spilled out onto her face.
"Have you finished now?" she murmured weakly. "I'm so... exhausted. Can I please... be finished? Please..."
"Fine, fine, be finished," Ulw conceded. He was still feeling somewhat breathless and delirious himself following his experience with the larger creature. He turned toward Kirh, and said, "You were right: extraordinary." He grinned. "Now we must go this way, because it was telling the truth about a way out. There's a passage to the surface there, but we'll have to climb in order to reach it. Can you climb?"
Kirh nodded.
"Come on," he told her.
Together they hurried away, but after five paces Ulw halted his companion, and turned around to view Emzelith. The dragoness had not taken her gaze off of them for a moment, and when she saw Ulw turn toward her with a sly grin, her eyes widened, and she shook terribly and squirmed when she saw him hold up the second wand.
"Please don't," she begged. "Come back. I'll clean you again. I'll do anything at all, anything, but please don't--"
Ulw lobbed the wooden object toward Emzelith, and it landed close to her hind claws and rolled a short distance, coming to a halt in the puddle of mucous secretions directly underneath her sex. Immediately both the object within her and the one beneath her began to vibrate, and Emzelith lost consciousness as waves of black, crushing pleasure pounded the insides of her skull. It took several minutes for her to recover from this climax of climaxes, after which she lay gasping for air and reeling dizzily.
A final, reflexive kick from Emzelith's hind leg knocked the second wand out from underneath her and sent the Waartogs' second sacred relic tumbling across the cave. At last, the feelings which had overwhelmed her sense began to relent by degrees, and she was able to focus on her immediate surroundings once more. The surface-dwellers had taken off, leaving her alone, and stuck.
Heaving a wretched sigh, she confided to no one, "This has been simply the most disastrous hunt in all my memory. How could things have gone any worse?"
"There is always a way," an amused, monstrously deep voice informed her.
"Oh no," Emzelith whimpered, cowering. "Volgrau, what a pleasure it is to see you," she began, displaying all her fangs in a grin of pure panic. "I was hoping, ah, to see you, actually."
"Were you?" asked the larger dragon, gazing down at her with mild interest.
"Without a doubt, yes," she answered hastily. "I need your help. At this moment, a pair of surface-dwellers--"
"I know all about them," Volgrau interrupted, "and I think it's safe to say that I am no longer interested." Eyeing Emzelith hungrily, the androdragon remarked, "You were a fine companion, Emzelith, when I knew you years ago. Then you left me. I knew you were about to leave me. I could've stopped you, but I didn't."
"I left you... because of the way you were looking at me all the time," declared Emzelith. She swallowed nervously, and added, "You're looking at me that way right this moment, Volgrau."
"Am I? Are you afraid I came down here to devour you?"
Emzelith nodded miserably. "Please don't. I'll do anything you like."
"Yes, I saw."
"You saw? Oh..."
"I want the same thing," Volgrau demanded, "precisely the same as what the two surface-dwellers just received from you, or else I will devour you whole."
"Of course," Emzelith answered desperately. "And then you'll set me free, you won't... devour me."
"I won't," replied Volgrau. He advanced on Emzelith at once and settled back on his hind legs in front of her, positioning his lower abdomen directly in front of her mouth. The dragoness raised her head and began to lick the fleshy slot from which Volgrau's red, shiny member would distend, and distend it did as Volgrau reached down with both fore-claws and withdrew it, feeding its length into Emzelith's gullet with such suddenness that he caused her to gag.
"You're much... larger than... I remember," she moaned, her speech muffled and broken. She gasped as Volgrau grasped her head by both horns and aimed his forceful thrusts directly down her throat. Between thrusts, Emzelith pleaded with him, "I am--grgh--so very exhau--exhausted, Volgrau. Pl--ugh. May I... please be finished?"
"Not yet," answered Volgrau. His great, horned head tilted backwards, and he stifled a moan. "Almost...."
Scarcely able to breathe, Emzelith struggled against the grip of Volgrau's claws, until finally he loosed his cum down her throat and released her horns, bellowing in a fit of pure ecstasy. After the androdragon withdrew his dripping member, it continued to release his seed, and Volgrau deposited the rest of his cum all over Emzelith's face.
Dizzied and unable to focus her eyes, Emzelith could scarcely make out the larger dragon's standing on his hind legs in front of her, but she saw his rows of grinning fangs smiling down at her. She attempted a weak smile of her own, and at that moment Volgrau reached down and seized her by her throat and lifted her.
Emzelith was too exhausted to struggle. She watched as the larger creature's jaws opened wide enough to engulf her head. The underside of her jaws landed softly on the slimy surface of the androdragon's pushing tongue, and Emzelith felt herself pushed to the back of the huge creature's mouth. Another push sent her head halfway into Volgrau's throat, and after a third push her head was completely engulfed.
"Volgrau, wait!" she pleaded with her head inside the dragon's throat. "I will be whatever you want me to be, anything at all... but please, not this. Please, my love. I am yours forever, but not this way. Oh no, no, please stop--"
As the androdragon continued engulf his female counterpart in a leisurely fashion, she continued to beg him for clemency, until her midsection was visible only as a huge bulge in Volgrau's throat, and her head was inside of his stomach. Grasping the she-dragon by her hindquarters and tail, his claws squeezed the belly-scales concealing Emzelith's sex, sliding the remaining wooden wand deeper inside her and causing her to climax one last time as her body was caught halfway down his throat. A moment later, Volgrau forced the she-dragon's body the rest of the way down his gullet, using such tremendous power that Emzelith's skull was instantly crushed against the bottom of his stomach, ending her life in an instant.
After consuming his former love, Volgrau the dragon stretched out to his full length and lay down on the floor of the cave, smiling to himself. Within moments he was asleep and snoring loudly.
Written April 2005, by Sluimarath