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Who’s Dominant Now?

Written by: Screpter

Date: 17/11/2025

Content Warning : vore (oral), mawplay, petplay, dominance play, size difference, willing prey, willing pred

The comfortably warm bedroom of Melanie and Lorring was filled with the sound of small giggles and the slick, wet sound of saliva. Lorring sat on the edge of their bed, her upper body leaning forward, covered only by her nightgown that created a small hideout between the cloth and her belly, due to her breasts pushing the material away from her body.

In front of her on the ground sat her wife, Melanie, presenting as her own species now. The three-meter-tall komodo dragoness still had to lean down to allow Lorring to be at the same height as her formidable jaws that were currently laid open wide, much to the glee of her golden retriever wife.

“That twickwes!” Melanie complained with a throaty laugh, trying her best to stay still as Lorring just grinned, mostly arms-deep in her mouth.

“What’s the matter? My big, strong lizard can’t take the ticklish feeling~?” She teased, earning a low growl that had no real threat behind it. Lorring chuckled victoriously as she ran the tips of her fingers along the quivering tongue of Melanie, her slightly harder pawpads sliding seamlessly along the tongue thanks to the slick saliva, up to the tip of it.

Then, she took hold of the thick tongue – her fingers couldn’t reach around the fleshy appendage – and playfully squeezed, watching as the tongue quivered and simply slipped out of her hold with a wet squelch. The dense, viscous saliva connected her palm to the tongue for a moment before it dribbled back down into Melanie’s lower jaw.

The tongue swirled around in the pool of accumulated saliva with heavy sloshes, and Lorring watched, almost mesmerised, as the muscles in her wife’s throat flexed as she tried to swallow. Then, a surprised yelp escaped her as she suddenly closed her jaws around her arms. The komodo dragon’s teeth pressed ever so slightly into her skin, the razor-sharp teeth sinking in hard enough to keep her as she was, but far from hard enough to puncture. She was very grateful that Melanie decided to undergo a permanent modification to get rid of the venom in her saliva.

Lorring felt the slight pull on her forearms as her wife managed to swallow properly, the tongue lapping and curling along one of them, playfully squeezing back, while Melanie’s eyes shone with a challenging spark. “Got you now. What will you do about it?” They practically said.

The canine grinned, pushing her head forward as much as she could, and tracing an affectionate lick along Melanie’s snout, leaving a wet patch of thinner saliva.

“Come on now~ Let go.” Lorring ordered with an assertive growl that was weaker in vibration and less loud compared to her wife’s previous growl, but the message was still there. She was the one to lead this time.

Melanie’s eyes flashed again, but this time it was different: more intense and demanding, as if expecting something. Lorring deepened her growl as much as she could as her lips pulled back, showing off her own sharp canines. Then, her head pressed forward, Melanie’s teeth nicking her arms in the movement, and Lorring nipped at her wife’s snout. Her teeth grazed the lizard’s scales, just barely, but still enough to scrape them slightly.

Melanie’s entire body went rigid, and Lorring could feel her move forward, just barely, before she stopped herself. In her eyes, she could see the fire of the challenge rise, before it was extinguished by Melanie herself. Satisfaction and deeply seated love replaced the smoldering remains of the fire in Melanie’s eyes, as her jaws obediently parted, stretching back to their previous positions.

Lorring rested her forearms on the floor of her wife’s mouth, lightly panting as she gazed aimlessly into the depths of her jaws. Her hands rubbed along and felt up the space inside aimlessly, one hand turning upwards to take the thick tongue into her palm, which weighed down on her pawpads heavily.

Taking charge was still so strange for her. This wasn’t just who would be dominant in their bedroom, far from it. This was taking charge over the other, handing out orders and expecting them to be fulfilled. Her species and others relative to hers have long since abandoned this; they simply no longer cared about a custom that was from such old times.

But Melanie has somehow convinced her to introduce it into their everyday life. Her species never had such a thing; they simply lived their own life as they wished, yet her wife still decided it would be good for them, and their relationship as well.

And she was right.

Ever since they began to gradually introduce this show of dominance into their life, it has turned everything around for the better. Out on the streets, they still listened to the other, asked for each other’s opinions on things – at times even at home, due to Lorring’s insistence –, but between the four walls of their dwelling, as Melanie would have put it, the dominant one made the decisions.

It was always one of the two of them. Sometimes, Melanie would take absolute charge over her, and she had to follow her words as if they were law. If she didn’t, she was ‘punished’. It felt wrong, initially at least, yet over time, she began to notice the smaller things her wife did for her. Clothes prepared for her in the morning, small snacks – generally sweets or finger foods – hidden at places she would definitely find them. The entire house was cleaned and prepared for a romantic night for the two of them – that was such a sweet gesture, her chest still filled with warmth whenever she thought about them.

But of course, there had to be another side to the coin. It was never too much; Melanie always ensured not to go too far, but it was still there.

Like when she would arrive home late, tired, and dreading the thought of having to still make dinner, she would be welcomed to the smell of freshly cooked food - placed in a bowl, next to Melanie’s chair on the ground, of course. The gesture was sweet, since she made a meal for both of them, which she wasn’t expected to do, but shameful, as she had to eat from it on the ground. She was still treated with the same love and kindness as before, but it still almost felt wrong.

And as the month would end, the tides would turn, and her time would come to take charge of her wife. She would have lied if she said she wasn’t afraid of doing so with a three-meter-tall komodo dragon at her side, whom she was supposed to keep wrapped around her fingers for the entire month. The first few days were filled with her shaky voice and doubts about herself. She even had to ask for a day to just stop it, to take a step away from it all, and as always, Melanie was there to provide support for her.

Then the next day, they would try again, and following Melanie’s advice, her confidence slowly grew. She was ordering her to do things, and over the days, she felt liberated, more sure about herself and what she was doing. But only when she finally found what was needed for it in herself did she truly realize just how much her responsibilities grew.

As the dominant one, she had to make decisions that would affect both of them, and she had to ensure that not just hers, but Melanie’s needs were also taken care of. The responsibility that Melanie decided to take on her shoulders now lay on hers, and feeling their weight only made her love and respect for Melanie grow.

Along with taking care of the important things, she also had to come up with similar, subtle ways of ensuring Melanie was content and happy. She never knew just how many things were needed for a komodo dragon’s scales to keep them so smooth, shiny, and healthy in general – it was way more than what her fur needed.

Towards the end of her month, she had gotten the hang of it and finally decided it was time for payback, with a small twist of her own. When Melanie arrived home from work, she welcomed her with dinner. Her wife, however, didn’t have to eat from a bowl on the ground; instead, she had her wear a collar that she secretly bought, then lay her head on her lap, and allow Lorring to feed her – bit by bit. Her expression made it all worth it.

And now, finally, here they were, six months later, their relationship stronger than ever. Their usual rounds of switcheroo were replaced, and they moved on to having to keep up their dominance. It was certainly an exciting change, and she intended to stay dominant as long as she could.

She blinked and shook her head slightly when Melanie’s tongue wrapped around and squeezed her forearm, snapping her out of her mulling over the last few months. She growled, and Lorring growled right back, her hands gripping, then rubbing along the wide, slippery tongue that constantly slipped free of her hold.

“Down, girl, unless you want me to nip at your tongue too~” She threatened playfully, grabbing her tongue close to the end, then leaning forward and sealing her jaws around it with a small hum. As their tongues met in this certainly unusual kiss, her tail began to slowly wag as the two appendages danced around the other. She allowed Melanie’s tongue to explore her maw and grinned when she ran them along her teeth. She had to admit it: their transition in dynamics has certainly left her with more confidence.

Slowly, she pulled back from the kiss, and her arms were lifted out from her wife’s mouth, blowing out air through her nostrils in contentment. She inched back on the bed, no longer sitting on the edge of it, as she leaned back onto her elbows with a happy smile on her muzzle. Melanie, seeing that her little exploration had seemingly ended, shifted in place. Her hands were nowhere to be seen, as they were somewhere in between her legs, and Lorring only now noticed the heavy smell of her sex in the air.

“Naughty~” She teased, watching as her wife began to close her jaws. But before she could fully do so, Lorring suddenly lifted her legs and slipped her paws inside, earning a surprised hiss as her teeth and lips met Lorring’s calves. Lorring grinned, wiggling her toes around as she shifted her ankles, trapping her tongue between her pawpads as she rubbed along them.

“Think I am done, sweetheart~? I’m only starting now…” She chuckled, watching as Melanie furrowed her non-existent eyebrows. She gave a warning growl that Lorring reciprocated with a sensual one of her own, her feet and toes still pushing and rubbing against her tongue, inviting her to explore. The heavy saliva on her arms cooled slowly, drenching the bedding under her, but she didn’t care about it now. She will deal with it once she is done with her lovely wife.

Melanie’s long tongue wrapped and snuck around her ankles, trapping them in place as the tip bent back, squeezing in between her toes and dragging it along her pawpads, earning a giggle and a shift from Lorring. Her jaws remained closed around the top half of her calves, while her tongue worked on drenching Lorring in more saliva. The sheer warmth felt amazing for her feet, and she leaned her head back with a comfortable sigh, her eyelids lowering until her eyes became half-lidded.

She felt as her wife moved closer, her lips and teeth moving up to rest around her knee while Lorring hummed, feeling more comfortable than ever as she listened to the slurping sounds Melanie made, suctioning off the saliva that was full of her taste from her leg.

“Hrrrmn, such a good girl… Maybe I should do this with you more often~” She teased, naively ignoring the sensation of the bed sagging down as Melanie leaned against it, her massive arms resting at her two sides.

A surprised, startled scream left her as her sides were suddenly grabbed, yanking her closer. Her breasts jolted up against her neck, before spilling out to the side, while the damp warmth of Melanie’s mouth moved up to her sides. She looked down just as her wife tore her nightgown into two pieces, pulling it off of her to expose her chest. A deep, hungry growl shook the bones in Lorring’s body, as most of her legs were already down Melanie’s throat, the muscles gripping at her with each swallow.

“Melanie! Down!” She called out with barely contained laughter. Her control clearly slipped from her hands as she was pulled in deeper by the komodo dragon’s hands on her shoulders. She gasped when her wife’s tongue curled around her side, and pushed against one of her voluptuous breasts – the malleable globe jiggled with each lap, poke, and push as she squirmed, laughing.

Melanie swallowed again while using her hands to push her deeper, and Lorring gave up trying to escape her wife’s hunger. She still squirmed, of course, but she was powerless in trying to stop her wife from swallowing. Her head soon slipped into her mouth, and darkness began to take over as Melanie closed her jaws around her arms. She could feel her fur sagging on her teeth for a moment before slipping free. As her back bent, she tried to hold onto the edges of her mouth, but her slick fingers quickly lost their grip.

With a squelching, loud swallow, she was sent down Melanie’s throat, her breasts squeezed against her chest as Melanie’s tongue gave one last parting lick to her hands. Her feet soon slipped into a much hotter environment. She angled her ankles, then her knees as soon as she could, keeping her sharp claws away from the stomach walls as she slid inside. She could feel the deep rumble within as the organ accepted its newest occupant, and she curled up once she was fully inside.

The stomach shifted and tightened around her as most of the excess air was pushed back up, and she shook her head at the massive belch her wife let loose.

“Did no one teach you not to belch like that~?” She teasingly quipped, pushing against the stomach walls that churned and groaned as the ridges slid and rubbed together. The ridges grabbed at her pull, pulling on her, but not strongly enough to be painful. Her environment shook as Melanie stood up and gave her belly a solid slap.

“Shush now, love. Or should I call you dinner? Haven’t decided yet.” Melanie replied, intentionally making her voice growly as she began to rub and knead her distended belly, moaning in satisfaction from the fullness she probably felt. Lorring’s environment shifted as the walls squeezed and rubbed down on her, and soon she found herself on her side as Melanie lay down on their bed.

“Oh, so I’m dinner now? I see how it is~” She replied, ignoring the clear command as she pushed back against the kneading. Her wife’s growl came stronger, and the walls tightened down on her more, squeezing the air out of her lungs as her knees pressed against her breasts, which then pressed against her chest.

“Yes, it seems you are dinner now. And dinner does not talk.” Melanie replied, giving her belly another slap as her hungry stomach glorped and churned. She hummed and groaned as she resumed tubbing her belly, letting it slowly wake up while Lorring squirmed against the pressure, then stopped. She couldn’t help but smile and shake her head as she accepted her fate and Melanie taking dominance over her.

She sighed, settling down in the pool of saliva and stomach acid as the stomach around her slowly began to work. She will have her work cut out for her tomorrow to please Melanie.