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A Dragon’s Dream

Written by: Screpter

Date: 07/11/2025

Content Warning : vore (oral, cock, tailmaw), translucent belly, dreaming pred, willing prey

Vorsak shifted on his belly, crossing one of his front paws over the other while he lay on a strangely solid cloud. A low rumble traveled up from his stomach through his throat and majestic maw, straight into his woolly prey. His tongue slowly lapped at her body, the massive organ slathering her dark grey wool in his thick, hot saliva. He had absolute control over his strange prey and was most eager to explore for as long as he could.

“M-my, you seem quite h-hungry.” His meal called out with an excited, but trembling bray, her head just barely visible over his snout, while his lips held her steadily over her chest. Her muzzle had no nostrils, which caused her to have to breathe through her mouth. But that wasn’t the strangest of her. His tongue curled around her body, sliding over her front while he watched her squirm. Her taste was wonderfully smoky, as if her dark grey wool was charcoal, and mixed well with the slightly sheep-like taste.

He blew out a long breath through his mouth, the sheer heat nothing for him, but visibly making her squirm. He rolled her slowly around, as if turning a skewer over open fire, listening to the beeps and brays she let out. Such a succulent meal…

“I-I have to tell you, this is quite the experience! First time meeting a dragon. If only I could take notes right now.” She continued to chat him up, which brought great amusement to him. A walking snack, with a mesmerising taste and a good talker.

“You are such an interesting little thing.” His voice boomed over her, vibrating through her bones. She could have been deaf, and would have still understood him.

“I wonder how I should take you. Pull you in completely and take my time savoring you, until you lose your taste and can barely move? Maybe I should squeeze the air from your lungs, make you squirm for your freedom as I swallow you, see how fast you melt into nutrients in my furnace?” Her body went rigid, then redoubled her efforts in squirming, breathing faster. “Aaaaah, that’s the one, isn’t it? You want to feel how powerless you are - or how powerful I am, as you are treated as what you are: food to fuel my body.” Her face gradually began to take on a dark-orange blush. The sight, for some reason, amused him.

“I would be so easy. Just one pull of my tongue, even just a single weak swallow of my throat would squeeze your body down, plunging you into your inevitable end… Then I would find you again, and do it all over. Wouldn’t that be such a wonderful thing, little… sheep? To be a constant sustenance to such a marvelous body.” A low growl vibrated his throat, earning another meep from her as she managed to free her arms. But instead of attempting to escape, she covered her orange-tinted face.

He chuckled deeply, closing his eyes as he appreciated the wonderful, smoky taste on his tongue. The feeling gradually subsided, and he opened his eyes, ready to swallow her.

He found himself lying on his back now. His little sheep was gone, and his mouth felt empty. He was no longer on a cloud, but lay atop his massive gold pile. His hoard contained everything: from the large amounts of gold coins to the swords and gemstones, crowns and armors, all well-made with attention to the smallest details.

Around him and at the base of his hoard, his kobolds ran around, doing as they needed to. Cleaning his hoard with the utmost care, sorting coins by purity, and bringing in new, recent additions. They were diligent workers, serving him with their lives, as they all should.

The pleasurable throb of his cock drew his attention to his nether regions, and he blinked in surprise. His shaft was at full mast, out of his slit, and eagerly leaking cum from around a blue kobold of his. He immediately recognised the latest addition to his servants, funnily named: Kobold. The dark and light blue scaled kobold squirmed inside his tip as it throbbed, momentarily pulling him deeper, before he pulled himself back up with his arms. His face was flushed with a blush, but his grin said everything.

“Well, well, what do we have here? My newest kobold wishes to be turned into potent dragon spunk~?” A short burst of fire escaped his solid jaws, not reaching his most sensitive part, but definitely warming up the air gradually as he breathed out. A massive paw moved to immediately take hold of his shaft, slowly rubbing along it as he watched Kobold.

“W-well, I mean… I won’t say I didn’t think about it. Y-you are just so massive, and you were excited already, a-and… It’s s-so hot!” Kobold squirmed in his shaft, an anxious, but otherwise excited grin still present on his face as he sank deeper again, his arms slipping for a moment, unable to pull himself back up. The potent smell of his cum suppressed all others, adequately marking Kobold as his.

“Must have taken you quite the effort to bring me such pleasure…” Vorsak rumbled as his paw lifted, lifting a toe to smear cum over his kobold’s head, listening to his breathless laugh as he was pushed slightly deeper from the gesture. “So eager to please the dragon you serve. A kobold like this must receive a gift for such great effort.” He watched as his eyes widened, his body squirming with breathless excitement. His shaft throbbed again, and at the same time, he pressed his toe down on Kobold, plunging him into the damp, musky darkness of his cock.

A growl of pleasure escaped him as he began to rub his shaft harder, feeling the barely noticeable bulge Kobold made travel down his shaft, bringing him more pleasure by squirming. He shifted, which sent several coins and trinkets tumbling down, causing a small cascade of valuables to fall. His eyes followed it, his head turning slowly as things around him lost shape, kobolds who ran around merged together, and the cave crumbled into smoke.

The smell of crispy dry leaves and damp earth was brought to his nostrils by the gentle autumn breeze that swept through the forest canopy, making the branches dance as they let go of their old, red, and orange colored leaves. But the third smell the breeze brought to him was a much stronger and incredibly familiar one. Feathers rustled as a sing-song, whistling voice called out to him from his left.

“Someone seems to be quite content with having their birdie for a meal~” His head turned towards the voice with an eagerness in his eyes. Along with his newest prey, his position has changed again: his front legs once again rested on the ground while he lay on it, but his lower body was turned to the side, legs straightened out. His shaft was still erect, dripping cum onto the forest floor.

Most of his attention rested on his avian friend, chilling while half swallowed by his tailmaw. His surprise of having a tailmaw, however, was overshadowed by the whistling laugh of Sain, who twisted and pushed his knees outwards, creating a bigger bulge on his tail. The feeling traveled up his spine, making his whole body shake.

“You are always so eager to use any hole of yours, Vorsak. If I didn’t know any better, you secretly want to be used by others, am I right~?” Sain questioned, tracing a claw along the edge of his tailmaw, using his beak to nip at one of the petal-shaped mouthparts. Another tremble shook his body, and he had to hold himself back from wagging his tail.

“You are such a good boy, always acting so dominant and menacing. But deep down, we all know what you wish for, don’t we?” The air suddenly felt warmer around his head as Vorsak squirmed in place, his tail trying its best to swallow his chatty meal. But it was no use, as his shaft throbbed, and he had to avoid the unusually intense stare of Sain. What is this? Sain is a sub! He was never a dominant one, at least not unless he takes a pill that changes his body significantly! But it was just his usual form, yet he was making him squirm!

“What’s the matter, big guy? Feeling helpless while holding me in your clutches? And my, you look so needy down there. If only you would have a free mouth to get rid of that nasty, painful throbbing, the urge to breed, to take, to make someone yours.” His tailmaw swallowed again, but this time, Sain seemed to allow himself to sink deeper. The four petal-like mouthparts parted wider before beginning to close over his head.

“Go ahead, Vorsak. Take care of your urge. I order you to do it~” He clicked his beaks together sharply, and he jolted, before obediently moving his head, his neck stretching as his muzzle approached his dripping cock. His body shivered as the bulge Sain had made on his tail traveled down.

His mouth opened, tongue lolling out to grab a hold of his shaft, when his stomach rumbled next to his head.

When he looked at it, it wasn’t just his environment that had changed, but his body also had changed again. He was in a familiar home, his body curled up tightly, yet still pressing against the furniture and walls around him.

His lower underside, which was normally covered in green scales, was now gone, replaced by translucent skin that stretched out tight. His stomach and intestines were completely replaced by one, single large sac that glowed with a slowly pulsing yellowish light, providing him a clear view of the occupant of his stomach.

Inside his new stomach lay a person of great care for him, greater than Sain or any others. Four large paws were pulled up against a graceful, soft body, her brownish fur wet, yet still shining. To the larger body was attached a smaller, upper body at the front, arms crossed together under a set of voluptuous breasts, and above all that, a beautiful feline face, with a calm, almost serene expression, eyes closed.

Prenya floated in the slime in his stomach, body comfortably curled up in her sleep. Vorsak’s eyes were wide with wonder as he watched his sleeping…

She was so beautiful, so majestic! Her form practically radiated thanks to the glow of his stomach, bringing her feline grace to new levels of greatness. Her large paws stretched, toes flaring out to expose her formidable claws. Then, the toes relaxed and curled, her legs slowly stretching out and trying to knead biscuits against the wall of his stomach. The gesture tickled him.

Slowly, he rested his head against his belly, a low, happy purr starting up in his chest. She was with him, safe and sound, and that was all that mattered to him. His eyelids lowered slowly as he gave himself up for the deeper sleep, listening to the rumbles all around him.

The rumbles…

It was warm, very warm around him, and a constant pressure squeezed him down against the pillows he lay on, as something heavy and soft was lying on top of him. Above him, a constant rumble and churning mixed together with someone else’s purring. Fur slid against his scales, and he shifted as something touched him from between the layer of flesh that separated him and whatever just touched his back.

The weight was carefully lifted from his body, and he blinked away the sleepiness from his eyes. His collar pressed comfortably against the base of his neck as he slowly lifted his head and looked around.

Above him hung the large and noticeably filled belly of a taur. Familiar brown fur tickled the top of his head as he pushed it up against the top of the belly, making the body jolt for a moment, before a heavenly chuckle came from its owner.

“I see you are awake, my dear pet~” Pressure came from his collar as the leash was pulled, and he obediently crawled forward until his head and neck appeared from in between the front legs, surrounded by large, furry paws.

“Good morning, Vorsak. I hope mommy’s little drake slept well.” Prenya, his owner, gushed over him, carefully lying down on him again, her two paws twisting to cup his head and rub his cheeks. He purred happily, wiggling under her as he listened to her voice. His life was heaven, living with a goddess such as her.

But as he remembered his dreams, he promised himself he would get a couple of morphing pills. He might have permanently altered his form to be her pet, but he still wanted to have his own fun.

That is, if she allows it.

“Good boy~”