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Taking No Prisoners

By TheWonderingCanine

Mason entered into his apartment and kicked off his shoes with a yawn, the workday having taken its toll and leaving him wanting to be laze around for the rest of the evening. He didn’t bother taking off his uniform, rather untucking his shirt, undoing its buttons, and letting stomach roll out. A clawed paw scratched at his underbelly while the other opened up the cabinet, metal cookie can sitting there with a bow tied around it. Small screams rattled from within as he reached for it, tilting it and causing the screams to grow and die down. There was no secret that Mason had a stash of micros inside of his home, he saw them as pests so just like he would capture and cook other pests, Mason would make the most out of these annoying creatures.

Smack wiggled around with the bodies in the darkness, he didn’t know what to make of the past couple days. He had shrank suddenly after dealing with a wicked cold and found a group of micros that led him towards this cabin, where someone activated a trap, and they were caught in a net and deposited into a tin can. Movement him and the several dozen occupants to scream and panic until the sky ripped open, revealing a reptilian face that seemed horrifyingly familiar to Smack.

Mason, his dragon friend who had no sympathy for micros.

“Lets see whose tastiest.” Mason licked his lips and spotted a plump looking micro and plucked it out, bringing the squirming pest up for a sniff. “Mmmm I can smell the pathetic desire to live on you.” The micro whined and was met with his maw opening up, revealing sharp draconic teeth that were meant to tear through concrete buildings hundreds of years ago. Today it would make short work of this fat fuck. With a simple flick of his fingers, the micro became food and was wrapped around by his tongue, yanking into his mouth and thrown onto his canines.

CRUNCH

SQUELCH

CRUNCH

The crowd around Smack screamed and broke into chaos, spurts of blood squirted out from Mason’s lips, landing on some micros who started panicking more. He stared with a dumbfounded expression on his face, unable to process things until Mason’s claws descended again, grabbing a few micros with a simple pinch. Micros screamed and pled for mercy as they were whisked towards their fate, from down here Smack could see splotches of red on Mason’s lips. Those micros were all making all sorts of pleas, all that didn’t matter to the dragon, instead he opened up his maw once more, sprawling out his tongue that showed the gore from the previous snack. Another flick with his fingers sent those micros and their pleas into his maw.

“Mmmm, eating multiple at once is definitely the way to go.” Mason mulled to himself, speaking around the micros through which he was crunching. “You guys better be ready for a long night, work has me feeling vengeful.” He glanced down with a smile, swallowing down the mush of dead and dying micros, huffing, and opening up his mouth to give the micros a view of the massacre.

“H-he knows me.” Smack muttered, staring up at Mason’s flexing gullet and swinging uvula, his maw looked like the size of a subway tunnel. It swallowed and pulled down pooling saliva and Smack quivered, finding his will to survive crumble before he reminded himself that you two were friends. “MASON!” The crowd around him settled as his shouts grew louder with each call, getting the dragon to close his mouth and stare directly at Smack.

“Oh hey, I know-“

“Yes! It’s me Sma-“

“I know exactly where to put you.”

Smack’s words died in his throat as his friend didn’t recognize him as a friend, but as something to toy with in a special place. The crowd around him ducked and shied away as Mason’s clawed finger descended onto Smack, gripping him by the waist and pulling him into the air. Maybe it was the extreme size difference or just the angle he was being brought up at, but damn. Smack never noticed how massive Mason was, the dragon had a belly that looked much plumper and squishy at this size, showing just how many micros, he had eaten over the years and their grave around his waistline.

“My tailpipe has been needing attention, and you look the right size to provide maintenance.” Mason winced as he felt his stomach groan, uncomfortable with the lacking amount of food within it and considered for a moment to eat this micro, but his ass was a tad hungrier than his stomach was.

Without fanfare Mason turned Smack upside down and brought him around back, giving him a sight that he wished to never see. Poking out from the dragon’s work pants was his ass crack, shining with sweat and steam that dared escape its meaty confines. “NOOOOOO!” Smack cried as he was plunged into the crack, muzzle slamming into the crevice just below Mason’s tail. The impact caused him to whine out in pain, fearful the Mason would crush him in such a simple way before a different fear washed over him. One of the claws holding him in place shifted, jamming onto his head, forcing Smack’s mouth open before moving him up and down against the musky scales. Tastes unimaginably strong and gross washed down Smack’s throat as he was used to tend to Mason’s itchy backside. He wanted to cry out for mercy, beg for a fate quicker than this hell but Smack would come to regret his wish as he continued being wiped downwards. Soon being forced into a twitching rubbery orifice, a foul smell emanating out from its depths. “PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THAT!”

“Ahhhh that’s right, get nice and deep you little fuck.” Mason refused the urge to flex, not wanting to crush the poor creature just yet, not before savoring the sensation of its tongue grazing his asshole.

God no please I don’t want to be alive anymore! Smack’s tongue wiggled and wormed into the crevices between Mason’s asshole, each wrinkle provided a different, repulsive flavor that caused the small folf torment. The only grace he was granted was his ability to hold his breath, not having to consistently smell the pungent, stale farts that had been marinating in here throughout the entire day. Mason’s scales held smells and sweat rather well, each break where the scales met one another, aromas and sweat would find sanctuary within and stay until a shower washed them away. That was if Mason cared to spray more than water down here, it tasted like he didn’t, it smelled like he didn’t and as Smack was dragged around the pucker in a counterclockwise direction, he wished he begged the dragon to shower more often.

“Mmmm, you feel good down there little thing, enjoy your stay in the depths of my ass for tonight.” Mason gave one more pass of the micro’s tongue across his asshole before wedging its muzzle into the center of his pucker. As he pulled his fingers out, Mason couldn’t help himself from getting a whiff of the scent, something about the musk his body produced always made him a little horny. “Alright, time for my dinner and a show. The tv has the show and you guys are the dinner!” Mason grabbed the can and started towards the living room, using a free paw to tug his pants up, he always hates when there’s a draft up his ass.

The warmth of Mason’s pucker overwhelmed Smack, making him struggle to keep up with each movement that the dragon made. On all sides of his body, there was ass compressing onto Smack. To his left and right Mason’s ass cheeks squeezed him, unyielding and pushing him forward into the asshole that was lip locked with his muzzle. The intense pressure increased as Mason sat down, slamming his rear and Smack into the couch cushions, a piece of furniture that groaned each time that Mason chose it as a place to rest. Each ground and grind of his ass drove Smack in further, leading to him being devoured by Mason’s pucker up to his shoulders. “MASON-ACK. IT SMELLS SO AWFUL IN HERE PLEASE DON’T KILL ME LIKE THIS!”

“Jesus how could someone be so cruel?” Mason asked to no one in particular, instead fingering more micros into his mouth as he watched his show, one of those cheesy telenovela that his Smack had introduced him into. In fact, where had that folf been? Ah he’ll turn up eventually, he’s always right where you barely notice him.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAGGGGLLLEEE

“My favorite part of the night, you guys really do a number on the old sewage pipes.” Mason said while grinning at his dwindling group of snacks. He placed a paw onto his belly and pressed, lifting up his right ass cheek and applied pressure to his pucker.

Despite not being able to see much of anything, Smack could feel the pressure change, his whiskers twitched and the smell that followed the change in pressure made Smack start crying and screaming for mercy. He didn’t want to be farted on, it would obliterate him and bring his life to a gassy end. The asshole squeezed him and nearly choked him to death, forcing him to take in deep breaths of the acrid air that baked inside of Mason’s bowels. Smack felt the pucker loosen right as an incredible heat hit him in the face, burning his muzzle fur off right as the ass blast pushed out.

BBRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTT

An explosion of gas erupted from Mason’s butthole, filling the air with the manly smell along with a couple shard remnants of that micro he stuffed earlier. He let his ass cheek slam down onto the remains before picking up his can of micros and going back to watching his show, plucking up a micro before asking them, “You wanna take his place?” The horrified micro didn’t answer before being tossed into Mason’s mouth, chewed, and swallowed. He soon chose a random sergal to take the previous butt plug’s place, enjoying the squirming as a sign that this one was much more horrified now that the previous toy got obliterated. Man, it felt good to relax after a long workday.

The End