Story Commission: Foreign Policy, Chapter 2

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#2 of Story Commission: Foreign Policy


Foreign Policy, Chapter 2

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"So let's review this once more," said the white wolf, who was seated in his oak-paneled office with his two fellow Ministers seated at his side. His sleek fur was as pure white as the snow, and had a slightly fluffed texture as though he had recently stepped out of the shower, while the black wombat's fur evinced a similar situation, and the raptoress' gray-green scales glistened like the hide of one who has recently emerged from taking a bath.

"You are claiming that the dragons, your kind, you are claiming that it was they who did this to you," said the wolf.

Khireseph nodded unhappily and replied, "But it wasn't intentional at all." She had been thoroughly cleaned as well, and resembled the she-raptor in the way her scales gleamed. "It was due to a... a mistake, which I suppose must have occurred during my transformation. I'm not sure how it happened, but I've heard of it happening... only I thought--I mean, I was told that these sorts of mistakes happen rarely. I never thought it was possible for--" She was unable to continue as tears welled up, but Khireseph wiped them away and clung to her dignity, refusing to let them see her become upset and cry. What they had seen of her already was more than enough.

"But precisely what is it that causes it?" asked the wombat.

"All right," Khireseph sighed and bowed her head before continuing. "This is how the magic that transformed me works: Imagine for a moment that there can be something living--a creature's body, in my example--which appears small when one views its exterior, but whose interior is... dragon-sized, or perhaps even larger. You see, what has happened to me is--well, imagine if in addition to my much larger--er--interior size, suppose that for a moment a corresponding size alteration could take place in, well, in essentially everything that enters into my size-altered body, which of course includes my food.

"If I swallow even a small mouthful, no matter how small, that mouthful will instantly become dragon-sized once it reaches my insides, or even larger since there are no limits to the magic of macro- and micro-sizing. But once the food enters my digestive system, because of the curse, I'm still as large as any dragon on the inside, and the food somehow... increases itself to a comparable size and mass. It's because my body's sense of interior and exterior proportion have been severely manipulated, to the point that no matter how little or how much food I consume, all of it will be blown up to an immense size once it reaches my digestive tract. And even though no one is able to tell a thing by looking at me, because of this curse, whenever my food, er... comes out, it will have become, er... enlarged, as you saw.

"And the same also applies to the other substances my body produces," Khireseph continued, feeling herself blush again, "the farts and, er--the dust and, uhm, bacteria which become snot after they are inhaled, these are similarly affected. And I presume my other... secretions would be affected as well." She grimaced and stroked her throat with one fore-claw in a nervous gesture, and glanced toward her crotch.

"Well that is neither here nor there," replied the raptoress. "The fact of the matter is that, since the discovery of your... unfortunate condition, this panel along with the town council has decided that you are to be sent to the Capitol City without delay to begin your work there, because here we do not have the facilities to accommodate one with such a... severe health issue."

Khireseph hung her head and appeared crestfallen.

"It is for the best, believe me, Khireseph," said the wolf. "We only wish for you to be comfortable wherever you are staying, and we know that there is no way you would be able to do that here in this place. We lack the ability to quarter you anywhere in this city, and were it not for this, we should be glad to let you stay. But our primary concern now is your comfort, and we simply cannot provide you with that here, not in your current, ah... situation."

"So we are asking you to please prepare for a journey," the wombat politely but firmly suggested, "which would begin tomorrow morning, and within two days we will have you in our Capitol City, and you'll have nothing to worry."

"Of course not," Khireseph answered, staring sadly at her knees as she sat before them. "I'll go... prepare to leave, right away. I am genuinely sorry for all the--"

"No need to apologize," the raptoress interrupted. "Just, ah, be prepared to leave in the morning, and should you, ah, require anything during the night, or should any emergency befall you--"

"Your new quarters are located down the hall from the latrine which sits above the main cloaca," the wombat blurted suddenly, while the raptoress palmed her forehead with a claw and gritted her fangs in annoyance.

"Yes," the she-saurian continued, glancing at Khireseph's downcast visage. "We have moved your quarters. So there ought to be no more difficulties for you, we hope."

"I think you ought to try getting some sleep, before your journey tomorrow," the wolf advised Khireseph gently, sounding somewhat more remorseful now that the effects of their rather severe interrogation her were becoming more noticeable.

Khireseph sniffled. "Of course..."

"Now, don't you worry about anything, Khireseph," the raptoress consoled her. "It's two days' ride to the Capitol, and once you've arrived there, everything will be taken care of for you. We've sent our three--oh... umm," she hesitated, losing her composure momentarily. We have, ah, sent our three most capable agents to that city in advance of your arrival. Our agents will arrive there two days before you arrive, but we can deliver them the message via carrier-pigeon that you will be arriving in two days, and not two weeks as was originally planned, so that they will... have time to... prepare everything... oh gods," she said in a low voice, involuntarily murmuring the words aloud.

"Yes, well then, everything should be fine," the wolf reassured her, and Khireseph was far too despondent to notice the look of panic he was wearing. "We'll send word to those three right away, and hopefully, ah, all will go well. And more agents will follow the ones we've already sent--"

"Of course, more will follow," the wombat agreed, "and better ones, too."

Khireseph sniffled again and looked up in confusion. "I thought you said the ones you sent already were your most capable."

"And they are, of course, of course," the wolf amended. "He meant to say that no efforts will be spared, that we'll send you even more of the assistance you need, ah, once you've arrived there."

"Right, of course," the wombat agreed. "That's exactly what I meant."

"Well," Khireseph began slowly, "I suppose this is it then." She met their eyes for a brief moment in order to say: "I apologize for what happened."

"As I said, there's no need," replied the she-raptor. "Now, let's get you to bed and rested. You have a long journey ahead of you, and after you've arrived in the Capitol and met with our agents, I'm sure you will, ah... find no end of things to do there."

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A carrier-pigeon landed on the sill of an open window at the center of the Capitol City and scratched about for a few moments. A dark green fore-claw extended out of the window towards the pigeon and untied a string which had attached a miniscule roll of parchment to the bird's ankle.

The bird immediately took off from the windowsill after delivering its message, leaving Max the anthro-croc standing with the tiny handwritten note unfurled between his claws, reading it intently. Suddenly his green-yellow eyes widened, and he nearly choked in a fit of shock.

So shocked was Max by what he'd read that the reptile involuntarily backed into a tall set of bookshelves, accidentally overturning it. As he tried to catch the books falling off the shelves his tail knocked a porcelain lamp off the table directly behind him, and when he cursed and turned around to save this item, the bookshelf collapsed on top of his back with a crash, burying him underneath many pounds of books, except for his muzzle and weakly grasping fore-claws.

Hearing the crash, Ara the kangaroo came bounding into the room, and, upon glimpsing the croc lying on the floor beneath the avalanche of books, she laughed aloud, "What are you doing down there? Curling up with a good book? Eyh, what's that?" she asked, and she immediately retrieved the handwritten note from underneath Max's claw.

The crocodile grabbed for the note and missed. "Give that ba--Ow!" he grunted as a book tumbled down from the top of the pile and smacked him on the end of his snout.

Ignoring the croc, Ara examined the note and nearly swooned as she read it. "Ooh gods," she moaned. "Ooh, I cannot--cannot believe this. She'll be arriving in just two days--ooooh..."

Ara's slender jaws parted slightly, and the kangaroo started to drool in lustful anticipation.

Ara was instantly knocked flat at the moment Rapha arrived. The she-wolf came barreling into the doe-kangaroo at full-speed, laying the smaller creature out on her stomach as she seized the note from Ara and immediately starting to read. Almost at once her bright golden lupine eyes and fangs leered lustfully, and her red tongue lolled from between her jaws.

Rapha started to pant, "Oh... she's coming in..." Her voice trailed off.

"In just two days," said the roo. "Not two weeks."

"That dragoness is mine," Max called out from underneath the bookshelves. "And that note belongs to m--mmmph!"

The rest of the crocodile's speech was cut off as Rapha sat down firmly on top of his muzzle, burying it beneath her rear-end. "It belongs to me," she corrected him. "And so does the dragoness, in just two days."

"You keep your paws off!" Ara shouted angrily, and suddenly she and the wolf were fighting each other again.

The two animals both abandoned Max's buried body as their battleground, permitting him to escape from underneath the bookshelf as they rolled off him and struggled together on the floor, strangling and slapping one another and occasionally biting, an act which never failed to bring forth squeals of agony from the bitten victim.

After slithering out from underneath the books, Max quickly made his way over to the door and was about to slip outside when Ara and Rapha both stopped and shouted at once: "Max!"

Both animals turned towards the door in time to see Max's immediate departure: the croc lifted one claw in a mocking wave and grinned before he fled. "It's time to bed a dragoness. If you'll excuse me--" And after this announcement he left the room with all speed.

"Oh no you don't!" Ara shouted, and she released the throat of her plump foe and hurried out, pursuing the croc through the open door.

"No you don't, that dragon's mi--rrgh! Hnnh! Hnnh! Wait!" Rapha panted as she leapt to her feet and tried to pursue the two that had escaped. "Wait! Hnnh! Hnnh!" From there she continued her stumbling, bumbling, out-of-breath pursuit of Max and Ara, both of whom were racing to be the first to reach Khireseph, to win the dragoness' heart.

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Khireseph arrived in the Capitol City without encountering difficulties along the road, although her journey had still seemed murderously long and uncomfortable, coming as it did so soon after the initial journey from her homeland. That, and the fact that the dragoness had been forced to stop frequently along the way, although Khireseph's patient vulpine driver had remained fully attendant to her needs during these embarrassing moments, allowing her as much time as was needed to stumble off into the woods and relieve the awful pressures in her digestive tract as many times as she needed to. Even though he said nothing to her, Khireseph would still become self-conscious and cringe each time she asked him to stop the coach again.

After bringing the vehicle to a halt near the center of the City, the driver climbed down from his seat, walked round to the side, and opened the rear-door for Khireseph to climb out. She thanked her driver graciously, and upon exiting the coach she surveyed her busy surroundings--the urban sprawl of traffic-congested streets and sidewalks--and she heaved a faint sigh of despair.

Upon receiving word from her driver that further transportation had already been arranged for her, Khireseph thanked him again, wished him well, and sent him on his way.

The anthrodragoness stood all alone on the sidewalk for several moments, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the huge, strange city as she awaited what she fully expected would be another motorcoach, one that pull to a stop in front of her at any moment. Even though none of the passes coaches stopped for her, she stared hopefully at the lines of oncoming traffic with the hope that one would.

Within moments of her arrival a thundershower greeted Khireseph. Rain turned the whole city gray, blurring everything, and made some of the animals hurry along faster to their destinations while others opened umbrellas and went on their way at the same pace as before. As for Khireseph, when the rain began to fall she had no way of keeping it off her hide, and so she soon stood there letting it drench her scales to make them glisten, until tens of thousands of the tiny droplets sparkled on her torso and legs and rolled off her unhappy, dripping countenance.

Now the poor creature was forced to endure being soaking-wet as well as being cursed by the disproportionate bodily functions. And on top of all that, Khireseph was soon battling what felt like congested nasal passages, as the she-dragon felt the onset of what seemed to be the beginnings of a cold.

"Oh damn," Khireseph muttered under her breath, feeling the sneezes starting to build in the depths of her throat.

She sighed again and was turning round to start looking for some shelter from the rain, when she was suddenly surprised by Max the crocodile, who arose on her right holding an umbrella above his head and moved swiftly to cover Khireseph and stand next to her. Though she felt startled by his sudden appearance, Khireseph was instantly comfortable upon viewing the friendly, saurian grin as the male provided her with shelter from the rain, standing almost shoulder to shoulder with her, with the dragoness being the taller of the two by a slight margin.

Turning towards Khireseph, Max asked her, "Why is it that it always rains as soon as you've arrived someplace out-of-doors, or the moment you're supposed to leave to go someplace? Because when it rains, it pours, doesn't it? Here, I'll give you my umbrella, if you'll walk with me to my destination. I won't need it afterwards, believe me. It will be clear when I leave."

This stranger greeted Khireseph by name, which failed to surprise her as much, "Hello--Khireseph is it? Am I pronouncing that--"

The she-dragon nodded, smiling.

The croc smiled back. "Khireseph, my name's Max and I was supposed to come here and meet you because it's my solemn duty to this land, but that's not why I came, not at all in fact."

Khireseph shot him a curious, eager look, evidencing awareness of the game. She met his gaze calmly, however, smiling not so much now, while the smile on his long jaws grew fainter as he looked her in the eye.

"I would have come anyway," he growled seductively, "just for the chance to meet you, Khireseph. I would've been first to arrive, because I have waited all my life to fina--"

At that moment a small red forepaw reached in and pulled Khireseph out from underneath the umbrella's shelter while a second red forepaw reached from the same direction and touched the umbrella's automatic-retract button, so that its wire-ribbed roof folded up with a sharp *snap* and clamped down suddenly on Max's upper torso like a giant webbed claw.

Ara the kangaroo then kicked the struggling, bulging reptile-stuffed umbrella out of her way and advanced on the dragoness with total confidence.

Upon arriving to stand beside the much taller Khireseph, the captivated and nearly slack-jawed doe-kangaroo instantly started talking up to the larger creature: "Gods, I... I never, never in my life thought th--that I--I'd... that I'd be standing next to... a" --she uttered a faint sigh of adoration before continuing-- "real, live dragoness. I mean, I--I know how silly that must sound, coming from a little creature like me. Goodness, you're huge. I--I..."

"Were you supposed to meet me here as well?" Khireseph interrupted the roo in a bemused fashion, free from any hint of anger.

"Yes," Ara answered her at first with a nod then retracted it with a vehement head-shaking, while Khireseph stared tiredly at her. "Uh--no, wait, no... I meant no. Yes and no, or it... it was--I was supposed to meet you here, but--er, ah--came here because I was... because I, uh, I had to meet you."

Ara simply could not stop staring at all the parts of Khireseph's body: the perfection of the she-dragon's wings whose long, graceful curves she followed with her eyes, the venus-symmetry of her green waist and her ample, lovely breasts; Khireseph's beauty was in fact simply too much for the roo to endure, without Ara losing herself entirely in a fit of staring and drooling.

"Ahm," Khireseph cleared her throat, as she noticed the kangaroo staring fixedly at her crotch.

Ara quickly looked up, startled. "Oh, I--I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I...."

"That's quite all right," Khireseph replied, smiling a little. "But you were sent here to meet me--"

"Oh yes, yes of course! That's right, I was."

"Well, please call me Khireseph, and I ah--didn't get your name."

"Ara."

"All right, Ara, well, it's actually fine with me if you wish to stare in admiration, or lust," and as she said this Khireseph cupped her left breast in her left fore-claw while placing her other claw palm-flat against her firm, green belly scales, and sliding the long sharp nails slowly toward her crotch. "It doesn't bother me in the least, in fact, should you feel like staring at me, or... if there was something else, something in particular that you wanted to see, I could show you..."

Khireseph leaned forward ever so gently. Softly she touched the tip of her snout to the kangaroo's small black nose.

Ara gulped and leaned back suddenly, shivering, and Khireseph leaned forward and barely slurped the end of Ara's muzzle in a playful fashion before the roo was able to avoid her.

In the meantime Max still struggled inside the closed umbrella, shouting, "I want to see!" over and over at the top of his voice.

Khireseph did not take her eyes off Ara, and by that time the kangaroo was fully captivated by the dragoness' hypnotic golden stare and her gentle, serrate smile. Then Khireseph ran a lovely red, forked tongue over her scaly muzzle.

"Please yes," Ara whispered, while her breathing became heavier.

Smiling at her, the dragoness continued, "It isn't against the rules to look, or to touch," and after this statement the red kangaroo's jaw fell open and she started to pant and to tremble, and she reached out toward the dragoness.

Still trapped inside his umbrella, Max jumped up and down, shouting, "I want to touch!"

"In fact," Khireseph went on to explain to Ara, "the manual specifically states that it is the duty of a diplomat to extend the scope of his or her services to include that which is normally considered to be... off-limits to non-draconic species, if that makes any sense at all. The belief is that it will foster stronger and closer relationships, in the sense that it mitigates the tensions between the dragons and their hosts--or their guests--enormously. That is to say that you and I engaging in the sort of relationship you have imagined would be considered... customary of draconic diplomacy, if not actually sanctioned by it."

Ara nodded dumbly. "'Mitigates' means what now?" she asked blankly. "And, er, 'sanctioned' refers to, uhm--"

"It means that you are allowed to kiss me," replied Khireseph, "if it will make you feel better. Or... whatever makes you feel better..."

Ara swallowed nervously. Her breath came in soft, quick gasps. She leaned in and lay her head down on the dragoness' smooth-scaled collarbone, staring into her depthless golden eyes.

Khireseph held the small mammal in her arms, looking down at her, her muzzle inches away from the kangaroo's.

"I want to kiss you!" Max cried, and he suddenly broke free of the umbrella and cast its broken remnant aside. From there the crocodile moved to stand beside Khireseph and Ara, and he tried to break the two apart.

Immediately Ara's paw dove into her pouch and withdrew from it a paperbound book sealed inside a clear plastic sleeve: on the front cover beneath the bright glyphic lettering of the title was a cartoon-drawing of a creature with the body of a stallion, but where the stallion's neck ought to have been was instead the full-bosomed torso of a long-haired, feminine anthropoid with comely vulpine looks that smiled and winked at the reader seductively, as the herm-creature used one forepaw to gesture in a come-hither fashion, horsetail lifted, in a gesture clearly meant for the reader.

In a heartbeat the roo had removed the magazine from its plastic cover and cast it into the swirling waters of the gutter, prompting Max to cry out in dismay: "No, no, not my favorite!"

"Yes, found that in your room after you'd left," she informed the croc, as he dove in to retrieve the soaked magazine.

Max missed his only chance to grab the object before it slipped away from him and slid down into the drain. Panicking, the crocodile thrust his head and foreparts into the drain opening to try and retrieve his lost book.

The moment he did so, Ara walked straight over to where the crocodile's shifting and waving hindquarters and tail were sticking out from beneath the sidewalk. She sat down and struck out against Max's rear-end with both hind-paws, kicking him with all her might. Her double- kick immediately sent Max plunging down the drain-chute, and afterwards Ara heard him cry out in surprise, then the satisfying thud and "Oof!" sounds when the croc struck bottom.

Max landed with a huge, muddy splash in the nearly three feet of thick, sticky, decayed-leaf ooze pooled in the bottom of a tall, cistern-like drain space.

Above, Ara and Khireseph heard him cry out, "Oww! Ouch! Dammit!"

"And that takes care of that," Ara said, wiping her forepaws together and turning away, only to find a concerned, rather bewildered-looking Khireseph staring at her.

The dragoness asked, "Are you... quite sure that you were supposed to, ahm--to have done that? I mean that was--"

"Of course, he wasn't supposed to have come here," Ara interrupted. "He is supposed to be back at the... firing range... doing paperwork... till nine... tomorrow, nine o'clock tomorrow, in the morning," she concluded confidently. "The mere fact that he's here now means that he's deliberately disobeyed. He needed to be dealt with."

Khireseph replied stiffly, "Oh."

"In fact I'll be praised later for my swift action," said Ara, and having said so she then offered the dragoness her arm, which Khireseph accepted tentatively.

As the two walked away together arm in arm, Ara went on to tell Khireseph, "It's no trouble at all, really. In fact, I'm quite highly trained and skilled."

The dragoness nodded. "Of course..."

"I once used a piece of dinnerware to--erk!"

Ara suddenly had both feet pulled out from underneath her. She was upended and landed on the underside of her jaw with a thud and a cry, and then had the breath knocked out of her lungs as gravity bore the rest of her to the street: "Wouf!"

As she lay on her stomach looking up, Ara immediately discerned the fat figure of Rapha standing nearby. The big, sneaky bitch-wolf had just taken Khireseph away from her! The wolf now stood conversing with the dragoness, while she held a bright umbrella over her and Khireseph with one forepaw and ate an ice cream cone with the other.

Khireseph glanced at Ara in a manner of confused concern, alternating between her and the she-wolf, while the dragoness nodded vaguely and often, and tried not to sneer at Rapha's unrelenting flow of friendly speech.

Scarcely a pause arrived that the dragoness could find in her speech as the wolf's lapping, slobbering tongue continued to simultaneously devoured ice cream as she talked and she talked, until at last Khireseph was able to say: "Excuse me, do you--do you think that you ought to have done that?"

She nodded and pointed to Ara, who was climbing to her feet, and said, "She told me she was suppos--"

"To meet you here? I'm afraid not, milady Khireseph. You see, I was the only one who was authorized to come here."

"You fat filthy liar!" Ara shouted suddenly, and she charged straight at Rapha.

The wolf merely grinned and plucked the smaller animal up by her scrawny neck as soon as she came within range.

"Here, put her down," Khireseph calmly but firmly ordered her, resting one claw on Rapha's shoulder.

Whether or not Rapha had any intention of heeding her directive was unclear, for the moment Khireseph spoke the kangaroo's forepaw had already plunged into the depths of her pouch and emerged clutching a two-pint container of chocolate ice cream with the frost still on it. Ara threw the container of ice cream down into the drain in which she had recently disposed of Max.

"My favorite!" shouted Rapha, making a futile grab for the falling container.

The wolf relinquished her hold on Ara's neck at once, after which the roo dropped nimbly to her feet, shook most of the water out of her coat, and then turned to watch the proceedings: Rapha trying to dive into the drain opening to save her prized possession as Max had done before her, only the fat she-wolf immediately became stuck halfway in and halfway out. Her fat rear-end plugged up the opening, while her hind-legs and wagging tail appeared to be those of a creature caught while struggling to fit through a much too narrow door.

"Ow!" Max's voice wailed up from the bottom of the drain space. "Who threw that? That hit me right on the end of the nose!"

Instantly Ara sat down directly behind Rapha's stuck hindquarters and planted her long, flat marsupial feet against the she-wolf's rear, directly under her tail.

"Wait! Eyh, Ara," Rapha called out to her. "What are you doing? No, oh no, Ara, no, don't do that!"

Ignoring her cries, Rapha began to kick the she-wolf directly underneath her weakly wagging tail with all her might, grunting and panting as she attempted to push her lupine hindquarters through the narrow opening. Rapha cried out with every impact of the roo's feet as Ara spanked her hard, stuffing her into the drain.

"Ouch! Oo! Damn!" the wolf pleaded in abrupt bursts. "Stop! St--oww! Wait! Erf! Unnh! That h--oh!--hurts! Ow! Ow! Ara! Ouf! No, Ara! Pleasestop! Pleasestop!"

"Ahm," Khireseph ventured, approaching the two animals, "Ara, are you sure you are supposed to be doing that?"

"Of course!" replied the kangaroo, grinning falsely. "Rrrgh! Ugh! Can't you--rrgh--see? Mmfgh--she's disobeyed--ergh!--an order? Mmff! Unnh! She is not--rrgh! Unnh!--supposed to be here! Rrgh! Mmf! Hnnh! Hah! AH!"

This final exclamation came as Ara's kick pushed Rapha's fat rear-end through the narrow drain at last. Her final attack sent the she-wolf plummeting down the tall chute to the mud-filled bottom of the drain space into which Max had fallen.

"Ow! Catch me, Max!" Rapha cried as she fell.

There was a loud, heavy thud and a tremendous muddy splash as Rapha landed at the bottom.

Khireseph winced at the sound from below. "A lot of very strange events," she remarked, "have occurred in the very brief time since my arrival here. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing an explana--"

"Explain?" Ara nearly shouted, grinning a little too desperately. "Er, nothing at all to explain, really. It's just that I... I've made certain arrangements for the evening, for a sort of 'Welcome to the City' affair, nothing too expensive, too gaudy, nor too--well, it's--but it's nothing standard either, it's er... There's a ship lying in wait for us. I, ah, chartered it for us, for the evening."

Khireseph was surprised. "A ship? You chartered a ship?"

"It's just for sailing around in the bay," Ara admitted.

"How many--" Khireseph started to inquire, and then she observed the look in the doe-kangaroo's downcast yet hopeful gaze, and said, "Oh, I see, so it's just a ship for just the two of us then."

"I--I didn't know what else--" Ara began, but the dragoness placed claw-tips on the end of her muzzle, sealing the marsupial's mouth and erasing Ara's plaintive look. Now her brown eyes shone with lust as they took in Khireseph's great golden stare.

"No, as I've said, it's perfectly all right," Khireseph declared. Then, becoming somewhat uncertain, she glanced at the drain opening. "But I'm just not sure that what you w--"

"No, it's fine," Ara assured her then immediately reached into her pouch, took out a large pocket-watch, and turned its dial toward Khireseph: "Oh my, look at the time." She touched the numbers on the watch. "That boat isn't going to wait around forever. If we don't claim it in time, then they won't wait for us. They will give it to someone else. Let's get a move on, shall we?"

And having said so, Ara practically seized Khireseph's arm and hurried away with her.

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Rapha the she-wolf cried out as she landed heavily in the center of the three-foot deep pool of mud at the bottom of the drain, creating a huge splash that dirtied every part of her fur coat with a generous coating of muck and made her look completely the fool as she lay on her belly wallowing in the ooze. When she sat up at last Rapha stared around in a dizzied, disorientated state. Her muzzle dripped mud and slime, and she spit out two big mouthfuls of wet, chewed leaves and moaned wretchedly.

At that moment Rapha discovered that Max the crocodile was nowhere to be seen, even though she'd just seen Ara kick him down that very drain into which Rapha had been pushed several seconds, before... before her carrying out her plan to win Khireseph had ended with her falling into the exact same trap as the stupid croc, Rapha thought with a snarl, and viewing her brown, slimy, mud-befouled fur only made her more furious.

"Max?" Rapha called out to the empty-seeming drain space, glancing around, behind, and to either side of her. "Max?"

Behind the spot where the she-wolf sat waist-deep in the pool, several feet above the muddy waterline a narrow, a large circular pipe protruded from the wall. From the drainpipe's dark circle of a mouth emerged the mud-smeared green crocodilian head of Max, who then quickly extended a pair of scaly forepaws to grasp the mouth of the pipe and pull himself halfway out.

"My apologies, Rapha," Max told her as he came crawling out, "but I was not about to stay down there for anything, what with you about to drop down on top of me and all."

He pulled himself the rest of the way out and sprang straight from the drainpipe down onto Rapha, perching on the she-wolf's head for a moment before leaping out of range. Rapha tried once to seize the croc's lashing tail in her paws, and missed.

Max scaled the wall deftly and seized the bars of the drain-grate, swiftly pulling himself up to street-level after he had done so. Then the croc lifted his prehensile tail and snaked it easily through to the street outside, after which he began to squirm backwards through the drain entrance, pushing him up, through, and back outside to the street above.

While performing this feat, Max caught several parts of Ara's conversation with Khireseph: "...too standard either, it's... There's a vessel, lying in wait for us at the docks. I chartered it for us... A ship? You chartered a ship?... It's just for sailing around in the bay."

Max listened intently, hearing this as he was backing himself through the drain entrance. The sound of Khireseph's voice alone was enough to start him feeling really aroused, and as he struggled to get himself out of the drain his rubbery semi-erect cock flopped and slid around in the slimy gutter. To Max's intense dismay he was growing more and more stimulated because of this and the she-dragon's voice, while he still hadn't fully escaped from the drain.

"Oh Khireseph," Max called, shoving himself the rest of the way through and at last reemerging outside. "Khireseph, wait!"

Max was able to glimpse the figures of the dragoness and the kangaroo out of the corner of one yellow, glaring eye, and he was climbing to his feet to pursue, but at that moment the croc let out a loud yelp of pain as a passing motorcoach in the street behind him accidentally drove over and crushed his tail, which he had involuntarily extended into traffic.

Max's pain-reaction was an instantaneous forward-dive straight back down into the sewer entrance out of which he had just climbed. As he dove in the base of his now nearly erect cock hooked onto one of the bars of the drain-grate, like a jet-plane's landing gear ensnaring the braking cable on the deck of an aircraft carrier, and it had a similar result: the forward progress of his dive was halted instantly when Max was about halfway through. As the erection caught the bar, it swung the crocodile's body into the wall so that his belly slapped the inside of the drain hard, with a loud *whap* Max's cock came loose from the bar immediately thereafter, and he fell/slithered all the way down the wall to land face-first in the three-foot deep pool of mud below.

Max arose in a state of half-aware dizziness, lifting his besmeared, dripping head out of the pool with his jaws agape and drooling muddy saliva.

"Ooooh," he groaned, massaging his prick with both paws. "Damn!"

Seized by a sudden confusion, Max turned his head to the left and to the right, looking everywhere for the she-wolf Rapha, who had been sitting in the shallow pool of mud at the bottom of the drain only moments ago when he had started to climb, and was now nowhere to be seen.

"She couldn't have," the croc thought dazedly, still dizzy after his spectacular fall. "Where--"

"Rapha?" Max called out.

At that moment a look of tremendous dread manifested in Max's yellow eyes, and he swallowed audibly as he slowly lifted his gaze to view the narrow drainpipe inside of which he'd hid himself earlier--

And he saw the plump, struggling hindquarters of a certain fat she-wolf stuck in the pipe, unable to fit inside. A moment later Rapha came slipping out of the drainpipe and plopped down directly on top of Max, crushing him and trapping him underneath her enormous rump, all except for the croc's tail, which wriggled and lashed around in the mud behind her back, slapping her broad backside as Max struggled to get out from underneath her.

Oblivious to Max's tail-spanking, Rapha searched around in the mud for signs of him, calling him by name:

"Max? Oh Max... My apologies, Max, but I was not about to stay down there for anything, what with you about to drop down on top of me and all. Where did y--ah, there you are. I've found you."

Seated on top of Max's back, Rapha had him crushed belly-down in the mud, and as she leaned forward she grasped his mud-smeared muzzle and pulled him out from under her ass and up between her legs. Afterwards the wolf leaned back and began to rock her ass back and forth on top of the weakly squirming reptile while she ground her pre-and-mud-soaked pussy against the top of his skull, and smiled down at Max's fearful, fanged grin.

"Please please don't, Rapha," Max begged.

The wolf shook her head. "Max, Max, you've truly done it now," she said. "How in the world do you expect to impress a dragoness when you approach her like a filthy, slavering beast with his cock dripping its pre-slime--ugh! Here, I'll help to calm some of your fiery little urges, you wriggling, disgusting worm! Hold still!"

By rocking her heavy body while she sat on top of him Rapha was able to crush Max's erection into the mud while she rubbed her clit up and down on his muzzle and wet his already muddy snout thoroughly with pre. The wolf also unleashed an increasing number of loud farts that caused the mud all around her ass to bubble, and which caused poor Max underneath her to moan and move about in complaint.

"Oo, I love to fart!" Rapha exclaimed. "I simply love farting! Won't you join in, Max darling?" she asked, moving her large rear-end around on top on him. "Fart on me, Max, my love. Do as I do!"

"Ulgh--erp!" Max grunted from underneath her crotch. "No thank you, Rapha. Ulp! Please, let me up! Ple--ughf! Rapha! No, Rapha, don't!"

"No, not yet, you fool," she reproached him, practically breaking his spine as she sat on top of him. "You haven't unleashed the foul slime that's caused you to make such a fool of yourself in front of my beloved Khireseph! Now go on! Do it!" Her paws tugged even harder at the crocodile's muzzle, pulling him even tighter against her crotch while she squeezed Max's bulging-eyed head between her mud-beslimed furry thighs, causing him to open his jaws in great gasps of pain.

Max cried out, nearly panicking, "Ow! Please don't! Don't do that! Oooo, no! No, Rapha, you m--mustn't! Ooh no, noo, noo! Ooh! Cold! Ow! Ooh! Cold! Ooh, oh no!"

The crocodile writhed around frantically underneath Rapha, squirming in the mud like a hooked eel while his erection bulged and tingled and he yearned to cum. The whole time Rapha pulled the croc's muzzle back harder and harder against her crotch, forcing him to look up and to smell her sex, and to suffer the ignominy of having the she-wolf's pre-cum smeared all over his long snout along with the mud.

Max slithered, swung his tail, and strived to throw Rapha off his back, but all his efforts yielded no result, and the fat she-wolf only ground him down harder into the ooze while she farted on him repeatedly, until it became nearly impossible for Max's straining, rigid cock to resist, and at last his prick spat its enormous load into the mud and all over his belly scales. As Max's climax arrived and passed gradually, his screams and thrashing energy changed to weary, shocked moans and eventually became loud panting and gasps as he lay underneath Rapha's huge, unrelenting weight.

"Ooo! Agh! Agh! Cold! Unnh! Ah! Cold! Ergh!" Max grunted and gasped as the rest of his seed spilled out of him.

By keeping one forepaw wrapped tightly around the croc's muzzle, the wolf was able to hold his head against her clit and at the same time Rapha reached back behind and slid her other forepaw underneath Max's body, finding the shaft of his aching, still ejaculating prick and seizing hold of it at once. The she-wolf grasped him tightly, which caused Max to gasp and hiss in pain. Rapha then dragged him out from underneath her by his prick, farting loudly onto the end of his snout as she pulled him out.

"Ugh! Gods, Rapha, what a stench!" Max complained breathlessly as she dragged him out. His expression changed immediately to a disarming smile. "Uhm, wait! Please, Rapha, please no! Please no! Please let go! Ergh! Oh no!"

"Oh yes, now you listen well, you sneaking filth!" she told him, grasping him by his cock quite hard, using its shaft as a handle whereby she held the wretched, sexually exhausted croc up in front of her. The slimy drizzle of Max's after-cum landed all over the she-wolf's enormous tits as she squeezed a few extra spurts of his seed out, much to the croc's pain and dismay.

The wolf grinned at him. "You're about to find a way to lift me up and push me back out through that drain," she commanded him, "or else you will be very, very sorry." She placed the crocodile belly-down on her mud-soaked lap, facing her, so that she was pushing her tits against the end of Max's snout and at the same time squashing the croc's large erection in between her fat, furry thighs. Afterwards Rapha forced open Max's jaws and began feeding him one of her huge soft tits, forcing the croc to lick his own cum off her fur.

"Very, very sorry," she repeated, adjusting Max's hold on her breast and wincing at the sharpness of his crocodilian teeth. "So hurry up and think up a plan, because I have a dragoness to claim from a certain kangaroo who is also going to be very, very sorry when I catch up to her."

"Agh, ahf courf," replied Max, with his mouth full of her breast. He managed to escape from the forced licking momentarily, long enough to say, "Let me go and I'll find something that will hoist you up to the top."

Distracted momentarily by the suggestion, Rapha let him go to see what he would do and Max immediately scaled the wall, reached the drainpipe in which he had hidden once more, and vanished inside.

"Wait here," he called to her as he went slithering from the room. "I'll return with some rope to hoist you up."

"Right, of course, rope," the she-wolf echoed with total conviction. "You go and find some rope, and I'll" --her manner then became doubtful-- "I'll wait here... for you... to return..."

Her partial doubt swiftly became full-on disbelief as she finished, "...to return. Uhm..." She waited for several moments underneath the silent drainpipe. "Max?" she called quietly. "You're not coming back, are you?"

Rapha displayed all her fangs in a snarl and cursed, "Ooh, damn! Stupid! Stupid! Rrrrgh! I'll never find my way out of here. I'll starve to death." Her yellow eyes suddenly widened. "My chocolate! Where is it?"

Rapha began to search through the mud-pool for her lost two-pint container of ice cream. She found it at last, slightly crushed and intact save for a single puncture-wound in one side of the lid, out of which some of the chocolate dessert had leaked and mixed with the mud. Otherwise the container appeared undamaged.

"Oh, gods yes, how I need it now!" she moaned eagerly, opening the container and scooping out a pawful of the ice cream. She shoved pawful after pawful of the gooey chocolate into her mouth, and looked down suddenly to see that the container's contents had become mixed with warm, white slop that stank of crocodile's seminal fluid, and that same stench now coated her tongue and dripped from her jaws, and filled her sensitive lupine nostrils with its foulness.

Rapha gagged and searched around frantically for something to use to wipe the inside of her mouth, and finally rediscovered the mouthful of muddy leaves she had spat out once before and seized them in both paws. Sobbing in humiliation, she used the filthy, chewed leaves to wipe her tongue and mouth. While she wept, Rapha poured the cupfuls of Max's cum out of the ice cream container without looking. She continued to stare at the surface of the mud-pool in front of her and in her weary state of sorrow and defeat she failed to see Max as he slithered back out of the drainpipe, lifted his tail, and sneakily shat into the chocolate dessert that Rapha had been eating.

After defecating, the croc crawled back into the drainpipe and vanished, not to be seen again.

Suffering the complete desertion of her dignity, Rapha sadly reached for the ice cream again, took another pawful out, and put it into her mouth. The wolf swallowed what was in her mouth, and only then did the expression of intense dread appear on her face, and she grimaced as she gulped.

"Ooh," she moaned. "Ooh no, no, it can't be."

"Hah!" Rapha heard Max call out from inside the drainpipe. "Eat my shit, Rapha, you fat bitch! That dragoness is mine!"

Once more Rapha gagged and searched around frantically for something to clean her mouth with. Once more her eyes settled on the mouthful of leaves, which had already been coated with Max's cum from earlier.

Cringing and wincing, Rapha collected the filthy, muddy leaves and tried to use them, but it was all too much for her. Max's mocking laughter came floating out of the drainpipe at her, taunting her. Her humiliation was absolute, so severe that she knew she must cum; but no, she mustn't cum now, not while in such a low, undignified position. And the entire time she fretted and worried her feelings of arousal were intensified.

At last Rapha's flood of cum was unleashed as she trembled and shouted in total ecstasy, at which point she collapsed face-first in the mud and squirmed about on her fat stomach, moaning loudly as the cum spilled forth into the mud and grinning wretchedly until the last of the cum was finished bursting from the lips of her pussy, until she'd lost all conception of where she was and what was happening, and finally fainted dead away in the mud.

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Written by Sluimarath in 2005