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Vegetarians Anonymous

By: Finathon

For: Revakulgr

“Reva, I still can’t get my head around this.” Viridon scoffed as he shook his head.

“What are you struggling with?” The black dragon chuckled in response.

“You’re a dragon.”

“Yes.”

“I’m a dragon.”

“An astute observation.”

“We eat people, animals, creatures that annoy us. We’re pretty strict carnivores.”

“Well, you could use a salad,” Revakulgr remarked as he stroked his own plump, purple belly.

“Hey, there were a lot of unpaid debts this month. Humans have to be taught a lesson when they think it’s okay to cross a dragon.” The silver dragon snorted.

“You ought to consider different repayment plans for the sake of your waistline.”

“You’re distracting me from my original point.” Viridon groaned.

“Oh, of course. What was it?”

“Why in all the hells are you hanging out with a bunch of vegetarians?”

“I feel like that question has a painfully obvious answer.”

“No…” The silver dragon looked at him with wide and horrified eyes. “You haven’t.”

“I have.”

“There are no dragons in this world who willingly become vegetarian.”

“I did.”

“And vegetarians anonymous? What kind of name is that?”

“A funny one. That was the point.”

“It’s a stupid one.” The silver dragon rolled his eyes. “What do you even do there? Share tips for how to boil broccoli to get different textures?”

“That was actually a topic last week.”

“Be serious.”

“I am. And yes, sometimes we share that. Most of all, it’s a place for vegetarians to meet other vegetarians - whether their species is herbivorous by nature or through choice.”

“And you genuinely have these creatures convinced that you’ve sworn off meat and you’re some kind of reformed dragon?”

“You don’t have to convince people of the truth, only lies.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not convinced.” He huffed. “Of all the dragons in the world, and there are many dragons, not a single one of them has decided to give up meat and choose the vegetarian lifestyle. It’s unheard of. It’s never happened.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

“I’m not convinced.” Viridon scowled. “You’re up to something.”

“Whatever you believe, my friend.” Revakulgr laughed. “I’m there for the people. It’s a great group; I enjoy seeing them every week.” He shook his head. “A dragon can change his scales, you know. It’s not as hard as you think.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“You’re looking at it right now.” He sighed with a soft smile. “Anyway, I’m going to be late for my meeting, so I’ll see you later.”

“Sure thing, Reva the vegetarian.” Viridon laughed. “Nope, it doesn’t sound right at all.”

He watched as his friend took to the skies and soared through the clouds. Revakulgr could hear him chuckling to himself as he shot up higher and faster until he was completely out of sight. He didn’t know why it was so hard to believe that he had changed and had taken a new outlook on life. Vegetarianism was all the rage amongst many of the predators he knew, so why was it strange for a dragon to join in? Viridon had never been the most open-minded dragon, though. He was stuck in his ways and beholden to ancient traditions and practices that often felt quite outdated. But such was the mindset of so many dragons.

The meetings were like his respite every week, and as he journeyed through the clouds, he couldn’t help but wonder what they would be up to this week. He’d been skeptical about the vegetarian lifestyle to start with, especially since he had always been such a strong advocate for meat (and human steaks in particular). He was worried that a diet of vegetables and leafy greens would be far from filling enough to keep him happy, but he had found a lot of joy in his new diet. He was just as energetic and full of life, and it was almost as though he had never given up meat. He didn’t even crave it like he thought he would.

Everyone was so impressed with his progress. Many of the natural predators had struggled to give up meat and stick to a strict vegetarian diet. But he hadn’t relapsed once, and he seemed genuinely happy with the changes he had made. For most of them, it had taken a few months to finally find the same peace and happiness that Revakulgr discovered in a mere two weeks. He would secretly admit that he was quite smug about how well he had done, especially since he was certain it was going to be a bigger struggle for him than anyone else he knew. The best part was that he’d made so many new friends because of it.

He was genuinely excited to see them every week, and he found himself flying a little faster so he could get there early. The first to arrive always got the best doughnuts in the box, and they also got first use of the coffee machine. However, Revakulgr had found himself enjoying hot chocolate the last week, and he couldn’t figure out why. It was odd because he had never been particularly fond of it, and the only person he knew who loved hot chocolate was Bree. She was an ewe who was absolutely addicted to it, and he had become rather fond of her since he started attending the vegetarians’ anonymous meetings.

She was always a breath of fresh air, so full of positivity and light, and she had clearly rubbed off on him since he saw her last week. He landed softly outside the building they liked to meet in and walked up the steps to see who had arrived. Revakulgr was a little relieved to see that he was among the first, which meant he was absolutely going to get the strawberry doughnut he desperately craved. He nodded in greeting to his friends as he entered the room and beelined for the sweet treat in question. They had saved one for him, and it never failed to warm his heart. It was gone in one bite, but it was the best bite he’d had all week.

They gathered around in their assigned seats, forming a circle so they could see each other while they spoke. There was a newcomer this week, or so Revakulgr had heard, and he eagerly scanned the familiar faces around him in search of who it might be. He hadn’t seen anyone yet, but he did frown at the realization Bree was not there. She was always the first to arrive, but as the seats filled, he became increasingly worried. It wasn’t like her to miss a week, and he felt a strange churning in his stomach as her usual chair was filled by the newcomer - a plump and portly piggy with shy eyes and an outfit that left little to the imagination.

“Have you seen Bree?” Revakulgr whispered to Julius, the wolf who usually sat beside him.

“No one’s heard from her since the last meeting.” He sighed. “We’re all a bit worried.”

“She loves coming here. She never misses a week.”

“I don’t know, so many members have been dropping on a weekly basis lately.” Julius leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. “Not everyone wants to stay vegetarian for life.”

“Yeah, but an ewe? She’s a natural herbivore.”

“And we’re natural carnivores.” He paused. “Well, you are. I was more omnivorous. You get my point. Even herbivores can turn to a life of meat.”

“I guess so.” He shifted uncomfortably. “I’m just really sad to see our friends dropping out and never speaking to us again. It hurts.”

“I feel you there.” Julius nodded. “Remember two weeks ago when Dante left? That one broke my heart. I thought we had something.” He scoffed. “But a wolf and a mouse, it was never going to work. I guess he knew that, and that’s why he left. I just wish he could have said goodbye.”

“I’m sorry; I know that one hit you pretty hard. A lot of them have been coming back, though. I’d say about half of the dropped members ended up returning a few weeks or months after they dropped out. So, there’s hope, right?”

“It’s alright. No point dwelling on it.” He said sadly. “Hey, at least we have someone new this week. I was worried we weren’t gonna get any replacements.”

“Yeah, the piggy, right? Haven’t seen her around before.”

“Looks like we’re about to get started and find out more.” Julius grinned.

Revakulgr settled behind his chair as their leader, Rob, cleared his throat and called for everyone’s attention. Being feral occasionally had its disadvantages, especially as he was a rather large dragon. Sitting on chairs properly was one of those impossible feats, and he often found himself lying down behind the chairs so he could be comfortable and see everyone. Today was no different, and he adjusted himself quietly so as not to interrupt Rob’s usual greeting and rundown. He didn’t really understand the point of the same greeting every week or the recap from the week before, but he supposed they did have someone new this time.

He glanced across the room at the piggy in question, noting how delectably plump she was. Her round belly was desperate to burst from her tight blouse, and her short, thick thighs invited him from under her short skirt. If she got up, he would definitely be able to see her panties, although part of him hoped that she wasn’t wearing any. Her hair was tied in short pigtails that hung from either side of her head, and he couldn’t help but stare at how much she was blushing the entire time Rob was talking. She was shy, nervous even, and Revakulgr liked that. He tried not to look for too long, aware of the fact she might notice his gaze if it was too intense.

She looked his way, meeting his eye for a moment before turning her head as her cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red. He smiled to himself, relishing in her curiosity and nervousness as she fiddled with her fingers and swung her stumpy legs. She was short, but she certainly made up for things in terms of width. Something about her almost made him hungry, a feeling that confused him since he had given up meat for months now and was doing quite well at avoiding cravings. But she was absolutely delicious looking, and he couldn’t help but think about all the things he would enjoy doing to her in both a sexual and a culinary manner.

The dragon could imagine his tongue trailing up her thick thighs, running along the inside of them to hit the most sensitive spots as she quivered under his touch. He could practically feel her moving under him, arching her back desperately as he teased her and refused to touch the places she wanted him to most. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly as he felt his cock twitch underneath him at the thought of merely tasting the pig. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as reformed as he thought, and so he put his attention back on Rob for the end of his speech. He’d missed everything else, but he was sure it probably wasn’t that important.

“And now I would like us all to put our hands together and give a warm welcome to our newest member of Vegetarians Anonymous,” Rob announced, cueing applause from the group.

“Hi.” The pig said shyly as she raised one hand to wave. “I’m Lizzie.”

“Hi, Lizzie.” The group spoke in unison.

“This is my first time as a vegetarian. I’ve been an omnivore my whole life and recently, I decided to take up a healthier lifestyle.” She blushed. “I’ve been hoping to achieve a figure that makes me feel better about myself, and I feel like this is the best way.”

“Thanks so much for that introduction, and welcome to the group,” Rob said warmly as he took his seat. “Now, every week, we just kinda hang out, talk, share recipes, and some of us even find love.” He pointed to Jan and Ziro across the room. “Are we for dating? Are we for friendship? No one really knows, but we are all about giving up eating meat and living creatures.” He smiled. “So, let’s get to it and start off our meeting.”

The meeting went the same as usual. Some of the members shared new vegetarian and vegan recipes that he kept in the back of his head for later. There was something about couscous that tickled his brain just right, and the idea of a couscous salad with roasted peppers and cheese was absolutely delightful. He made sure to remind himself that he wanted it when he arrived home, and he was already looking forward to dinner. Some of his friends had brought new sweet treats for everyone to share, including some vegan brownies that surprised him with how delicious they were.

He shared a conversation with Julius for a little while, knowing the wolf was sad and mourning the loss of his friend Dante. Well, he said friend, but Revakulgr knew they would have grown into something so much more. He couldn’t imagine how hard it must be, for even though he missed Bree greatly, he wasn’t as close to her as Julius was with Dante. Most of his time was spent snacking and talking, and he contemplated going up to speak with Lizzie a few times. She was quite popular among the other members, and every time he went to get up and walk over, she was engaged in conversation with someone else.

By the time the meeting ended, he hadn’t had a moment to introduce himself. He decided it would be acceptable to say hello as everyone was filing out, and he noticed the way her cheeks burned as he got closer. The attraction was clearly mutual, and he couldn’t blame her for being enamored by his shimmering scales. Julius gave him a friendly wink and a nudge as he walked past, and the dragon scoffed amusedly in response. The wolf was a good friend, and they had found a strong camaraderie in each other at the meetings. It helped that they started at around the same time and were the only new predators in the group.

With a deep breath and a wide smile, Revakulgr approached the plump piggy as she was picking up her purse and draping it over her shoulder. She moved quite elegantly and with a daintiness in her touch that was easy to miss if you weren’t looking. Lizzie laughed nervously as she dropped a bag of sweets on the floor. “Sorry.” She picked them up quickly and slipped them into her handbag. “Trying to quit the sweet stuff as well as the meat, but it turns out changing your diet drastically isn’t easy at all.” She shook her head, more nervous laughter leaving her lips. “I’m sorry, you probably know all about that.”

“I’m Revakulgr.” He purred, changing the topic before she became too flustered.

“I’m Lizzie.” She bit her lip. “But you already knew that.” He chuckled warmly in response.

“How did you find the group session today?”

“It was good. I was a bit nervous, but I had a nice time. Everyone is so friendly. Are the people this kind every week or was it just because I’m new?”

“No, everyone here is friendly all the time. We’re all friends, and we take care of each other.”

“That’s really nice to hear. I’ve been looking for a community like that for a long time.” She sighed sadly. “Feels like forever. It’s hard fitting in as a pig who doesn’t like meat.”

“Mmm, I can imagine.” Revakulgr paused thoughtfully. “Perhaps I can interest you in a light dinner with me? I know a place not far from here.”

“That would be lovely.” she said excitedly. “And I’d love to pick your brain if you don’t mind.”

“Oh?”

“Everyone I spoke to said you’re a stellar example of a reformed vegetarian. The dragon who has sworn off meat and living creatures. I can’t imagine how much of a challenge it must have been for you.” She blushed at her own enthusiasm. “I just mean that I would love for you to guide me and give me some pointers.”

“I would be happy to.” He gestured for her to walk forward. “After you, let’s see about that bite.”

They walked for a little while, sharing conversation and the reasons why they had turned to a meatless existence. He vaguely remembered something similar with Bree from last week when she told him about how hard it was being an ewe who had been adopted by a family of wolves. They had loved her deeply, but they always forced meat on her because that’s what was natural to them. She spent much of her childhood hungry as a result and bore a deep hatred for lettuce. Revakulgr smiled at the memory as Lizzie took him through her own struggles and how difficult she had found it to resist temptation.

It was a standard story, one he had heard many times in the group, and the only eyebrow-raiser was when she expressed a guilty delight in pork scratchings. He put that in the back of his mind for later as his stomach began to rumble and an all-encompassing hunger started to take over. It happened every week at around this time, and he could feel his primal urges creeping through the back of his mind and niggling at his brain as they sought nourishment. He licked his lips as she spoke, imagining the way she would taste if he was allowed a single lick of her plump flesh. She was ripe for consumption, and she was all he could think about.

“Is everything okay?” she asked curiously, her eyes meeting his.

“Yes, absolutely. I was just thinking about the time. The restaurant gets busy in the evening, and it would be great to get ahead of the rush, wouldn’t it?”

“It would, I do hate waiting in busy restaurants.”

“Then, would you like to accompany me down this alley? It’s the quickest way there.”

“It does look quite dark.” She frowned. “But with a dragon like you by my side, I should be quite safe. I think I trust you, Revakulgr.”

“Wonderful.” He purred as he gestured for her to walk ahead. He was starving, and she would be the perfect morsel to tide him over for a little while.

He followed her into the gloom, waiting for the darkness to consume both their forms before placing his claws on her shoulder. He was gentle, luring her in as she turned with gasping breath to face him. Her chest was heaving, and in the dim glow of the moon, he caught sight of how delectably round her breasts were. Revakulgr could sense her growing arousal as his claws remained on her shoulder, their eyes locked as he slowly opened his jaws as wide as possible and lowered his head until he could feel her shoulders brush against the back of his teeth. She was the definition of bite sized.

She moaned softly as she fell against his tongue, arousal overtaking fear as he used his tongue to lift her off the ground before closing his jaws and holding her there for a moment. He was so used to the salty flavor from the fear of his victims that he had forgotten just how sweet pleasure could be. He let her roll across his tongue, growling delightedly as she slipped from her clothes, and he spat them onto the ground. He could taste every curve and roll of fat around her plump little belly as his tastebuds tingled in delight at the bacony snack he was about to treat himself to. He almost didn’t want to swallow.

Slowly, he pushed her down his throat, using his tongue to cherish her taste as she moved down his esophagus with minimal resistance. He moaned a little, the sound soft and barely audible as he felt her moving through him and making her way to his stomach. He did his best to resist the final swallow for as long as possible, practically edging himself until he couldn’t wait any longer and gave her the push she needed to descend into his belly. He felt her fall there, sloshing around in his digestive juices as she was left to simmer. Revakulgr could feel her moving around, her arousal still high as the sweetness continued to fill him.

He smacked his lips thoughtfully, her taste still present as he realized exactly what it reminded him of - maple bacon. It was delicious, and he lay down in the dark of the alley and massaged his round belly as he felt her movements start to slow and the digestion process begin. His tongue was still buzzing, and he found himself desperately wanting more - he’d forgotten how delicious his victims were when they were sweet. The dragon curled up and allowed himself a short nap so he could finish digesting his meal. He couldn’t have asked for a more delectable dinner, even if he did feel a little guilty for indulging in meat.

When he woke from his gentle snooze, Revakulgr knew there was one thing he needed to do before he took himself to the restaurant and enjoyed a typically vegetarian meal. He closed his eyes, harnessing the draconic magic that slumbered deep in his veins and manifesting the form of the piggy he had just consumed before him. Lizzie began to reappear just as she was before Revakulgr ate her, and his magic guided her clothes back onto her body as she was reformed in the alley. He maintained concentration, wiping her memory of ever being consumed so that his cover wouldn’t be blown, and he could continue to attend meetings.

She looked just as good as she had before, although he made a point of adding a little more plumpness to her form. He was definitely going to revisit her for another taste later, and he wanted her to be extra juicy next time. He did this every week when he ate someone from the group, reforming them each time with no memory of what happened. While most of them returned after a few weeks of realigning with the world, he had found some had taken his carnivorous traits and adopted them, which wasn’t his intention. But what he intended was the final step - making sure he forgot what he did to them as well until the next week.

After all, the only thing people need to be convinced of is a lie. Not the truth.