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The Holiday Beckons

Shayna walked casually along one of the corridors of the Treetop Inn with her sister in tow. Ivory rolled her eyes as she was tugged along by the wrist, ducking down to avoid bumping her head on any of the lighting fixtures hanging from the ceiling. She hadn't bothered to shrink herself down at all since she had no plans to be inside the Inn proper. The resulting image of a rather ordinary sized dragon dragging one by the wrist who stood two to three times her size was terribly amusing to onlookers--and somewhat embarrassing for the large dragoness.

"I don't understand why you are doing this. I already had set aside today to be elsewhere," Ivory complained, "And why are you in such a rush?"

"I want to catch him before breakfast. It'll give him plenty of time throughout the day to enjoy the result," Shayna replied, "And just shrink down will you? You look like an angry youngling being punished by her mother's kobold!"

"It's almost as good as. And what makes you think this little blue of yours can do what you say? Has he ever approached anything of this sort before?" Ivory asked, finally giving in and rapidly collapsing into herself so that she would be a little less conspicuous as she was dragged along through the hallway.

It was impossible for Ivory to go unnoticed, even when she deigned to make herself so small, though she rarely tolerated being what was considered 'average' height. She still stood a good deal taller than her sister did at the moment, but she was no longer the behemoth she proudly strutted around as when outside. What was particularly eye-catching about her was the exceptionally pronounced bust she was blessed with. The size of her chest--even in such a small stature--was more than enough to accidentally knock down passers-by at an impressive distance as Shayna tugged her along.

The word "legendary" was frequently used to describe the shadow dragon's endowments. The fact that she was entirely naked certainly didn't hurt. The sizable door-knocker style piercings that hung from her nipples did however. On more than one occasion, she wondered if someone she struck had been knocked unconscious by them. Surely they would be fine. Her sister ran one of the most capable and skilled medical teams she had seen so far.

"Trust me, he can handle it. He's a tough lil guy. You'd be surprised how far he can go. I'll bet he wouldn't have that much trouble with you at full size!" Shayna called out, sounding like she took pride in her mate's abilities.

"Then why am I required to be so small? You know I don't care for it." Ivory said, the tone of her voice now saturated with an uninterested annoyance rather than bitterness or anger.

"So that you don't trample anyone on the way to his office. Once we're there, you can stretch back out. It'll be fine. He's got lots of room there. In fact, he's probably similarly relaxed since he doesn't have to worry about scaring the guests." Shayna answered.

That placated the darker of the two dragons and the rest of the trip was finished in relative silence. Only the odd 'watch your head' or 'sorry about your head' was offered. Finally, Ivory's ordeal came to an end in front of a large pair of doors identified by a simple plaque with lovely script on it reading 'Owner's Office'. Shayna released her sister's wrist and shoved the doors open without bothering to knock. Ivory followed in obediently, now actually rather curious about her sister's boasts.

Across from the doors sat a sizable desk, far too large for anyone of average height. Behind it sat a tall blue drake, busily scribbling away on some manner of paperwork. He was decidedly larger than Ivory was used to seeing him. The 'little' blue was often one quarter of a meter shy of hitting a full two. Now though, he was pushing three, at least he would if he had been standing. His green eyes flicked up from his paperwork to peer over his glasses at the two ladies who had welcomed themselves into his office unbidden.

Had this blue been the large azure dragon Ivory and Shayna called father, they might have quickly discovered they had overstepped their bounds in failing to show proper respect and announce themselves first. Smokey however was a much less formal sort of beast. He offered them a warm--if somewhat surprised--smile.

"Oh... hello. Is everything okay? You two look like you're on a mission." he said.

"We're doing just fine, honey. We were just hoping to catch you before you'd eaten breakfast. Did we make it in time?" Shayna asked.

Smokey screwed up his brow in confusion as he lifted his head, unsure precisely where this was going.

"Um... yes? I've not had a chance to eat breakfast yet. I thought I'd get this out of the way first thing before doing anything else. I was just finishing it up and started thinking about what I'd like to have. Did both of you want to join me? Maybe in the dining hall? Or have it brought down here?" the blue dragon asked, "Should I make myself more presentable for the guests?"

Shayna shook her head and moved to close the doors behind her, a grin spread wide across her muzzle. Meanwhile, Ivory just rolled her eyes once again and crossed to one of the sides of the room, the side opposite the wall of windows where a rather large sofa stood waiting to welcome anyone to have a seat. With a surge so strong it created a gust of wind from the displaced air, the dark dragoness suddenly 'popped' back to her original size--easily four and a quarter meters tall, dwarfing the blue a bit.

"No," Shayna said with a naughty tone to her voice, "You're good just like that. Do you know what today is?"

Smokey pulled his gaze back to the angelic dragoness, having been startled a bit by Ivory's sudden growth--and then distracted by her even more massive bust. He tilted his head quizzically at the snowy lady as she allowed herself to grow to her natural height at a much more relaxed pace, just ever so slightly taller than Ivory. Both of them made him look rather small, but it gave Smokey no cause to be concerned. If he had been worried about feeling emasculated by his mate, he would not have bonded with a lady whose manhood out-measured his own.

"Um... Tuesday? The eighth?" the blue drake asked in uncertainty.

"Well, you're not wrong," Shayna replied, gradually stalking her way over towards his desk, "But that's not the answer I was looking for. Do you remember me telling you about a holiday Ivory and I celebrated back home?"

A prickle began to run up along the blue drake's spine. He did indeed remember, and he was beginning to see where this might go, though he was only vaguely aware of the general shape it would take--which was going to be a decidedly round one--but not the configuration it would have. It was a question of who would be doing what, and since both Ivory and Shayna were sporting their most impressive full heights, he could only assume that meant he was to be an accessory.

"I remember... you called it Vore Day. The eighth day of the eighth month. Eight-eight... or... ate-ate. I take it that's what you had in mind when it comes to breakfast?" Smokey asked, trying to be easygoing.

The notion of being a snack for either lady wasn't anything new. The Inn was known for such things, but he still got a little flustered when both of them came to him looking for his company in such matters. Especially since frequently he ended up half lodged in one and half lodged in the other while they extracted significant pleasure from one another--and him.

Shayna reached the desk, put her paws atop the surface in a wide stance, and leaned forward, giving her mate a rather enticing view of her cleavage. She grinned down at him and let a playful trill rumble away in her throat as her suggested course of action finally came to light.

"That's right... though not quite what you're probably thinking. It's fortunate that we caught you before you went off to eat--because I've convinced Ivory here to join me in being your breakfast on such an important holiday." the angelic lady said with a broad grin and a flutter of her eyes.

---

A Bargain is Struck

Smokey sat in stunned silence for a brief moment. Shayna just gazed down at him knowingly, completely confident that he wouldn't say no. It wasn't fear that compelled him, but a sense of wanting to please those dear to him. If that was what Shayna and Ivory wanted, then he would have to see if he could somehow accommodate them.

"You... want me to participate in your holiday?" the blue asked.

"Not just participate," Shayna answered, "We want you to be the star attraction for our little celebration. We both want to curl up in that tummy of yours and have ourselves a grand ole time while you just lean back and enjoy us."

Smokey gulped quietly, trying to do the math in his head. The likelihood of success--at least with things as they currently were--appeared to be awfully low. He was significantly smaller than either one of the two ladies, let alone both of them. That was something of a limiting factor.

"Well, I... I suppose I'd be up for it, though I think you'll both have to shrink back down. I doubt I could take you both as you are." the azure fellow said.

Ivory clicked her tongue in disgust and let her eyes roll once again.

"You see, sister? He can't. Your faith in his capacity is very much misplaced. Now if you will permit me, I'd like to go back down to the gardens. I had a number of willing snacks who were just about ready to line up and fill my stomach. You know how I get when I'm hungry." the shadow dragon said.

"Ivory, patience," Shayna replied with a hint of a stern tone, before turning back to Smokey, "He just hasn't been properly motivated yet.

"Motivated?" Smokey asked nervously.

The angelic lady leaned across the desk, letting her bust settle atop the paperwork her mate had been finishing up. She brushed her muzzle gently along one of his cheeks as she whispered to him in a hushed, husky tone--the one she knew was terribly effective at perking him up and getting him past his inhibitions.

"I know you can do it, honey. I've been so looking forward to filling you up, feeling you all around me, listening to you relish your ability to dominate. I know you've got it in you. Why don't you show me how far you can go? I promise I'll make it worth your while." Shayna said in a sensual voice.

That made the blue drake's cheeks turn violet as his mind began to race with all manner of thoughts and images. He could picture a number of things Shayna might like to do if he succeeded, and what sort of 'reward' he might get. Though the resulting full stomach was certainly its own reward. But the idea of somehow swallowing both exceptionally large dragonesses still weighed on him.

"You... really think... I can eat you both?" Smokey asked hesitantly.

"I've seen you hold more than just the two of us. Sure it was a big group and each one was smaller than you, but that shouldn't really matter. Why don't I help you loosen up?" Shayna asked before straightening up and moving around the desk.

Smokey didn't move, though he did watch his mate as she stalked around towards him. She took his paws in hers--his own dwarfed by the large palms--and pulled him out of his leather chair. It took very little convincing to bring him over to the sofa where Ivory sat waiting. Soon, the little blue was settled between the light and dark dragonesses that towered high above him. He felt so small in their presence, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. He knew they wouldn't do anything to harm him. They just enjoyed the practice of teasing him. It wasn't but only a few moments rest there before Smokey found himself trapped between Shayna's and Ivory's chests. The angelic lady had pushed him towards her sister, then leaned in to trap him there with only his head protruding from two sets of cleavage.

Ivory allowed her sister to engage in such frivolities, not only because she found it amusing, but also there was a certain amount of pleasure to be derived from teasing the smaller blue. She had come to develop a fondness for him--though perhaps less as a partner and more as a toy. If he could indeed accomplish what Shayna had claimed he could, she might consider showing him enough respect to view him as a partner--perhaps even a mate. If he was good enough for her sister, then maybe it might be worth considering forming a bond with him herself.

"Careful, Shayna. He looks fragile. You might break him." Ivory said, her voice finally signaling a teasing mood.

The fact that the snowy lady had managed to draw her sister out and give her cause to want to play was something of a minor victory. She just giggled and leaned in to give Ivory a tender, slow kiss, right there with her small blue mate trapped just under her chin. She was entirely aware of his appreciation for the affection she and Ivory showed one another.

"Mmm, if I do break him, I'll just fix him," Shayna said, "Care to help me get him in the mood? I think he's already on his way."

"I don't think there's much else I need to do. He seems to be enjoying being right where he is down there. I can feel his 'mood' improving." Ivory replied.

The shadow dragon returned her sister's kiss, this time reaching up to hold back the angelic lady's cheek and keep her held against her lips for longer. The soft, alluring purrs of both dragonesses rumbled all the way down to the blue stuck between them. He shivered and squirmed in their grasp. He so very badly wanted to please them both, to show them he could provide what they sought. Who was he to tell them he couldn't? He was an innkeeper. Hospitality was his specialty. After all--like Shayna said--if he broke, she could just fix him.

"O-o-okay... I... I think I'd... be willing... to give it a shot." Smokey said through a stammer brought about by his growing 'interest'.

It was a little embarrassing that Shayna knew how to get him going so easily. Not nearly enough to make him angry, and certainly not the right kind of embarrassment to lead that way. It was an embarrassment born out of excitement and uncertainty. He had a task set forth by the two larger dragons, and he was rapidly coming around to being amenable to at least making an attempt.

"Mmm, see sister? He just needed a little convincing. Now, I'd say we're both going to be roughly equal in difficulty for him to squeeze in, but I can help him relax into the first round, so why don't you go first? I'll keep him nice and calm while you get to enjoy a little solo time in his belly." Shayna said.

"And if he can't fit me inside him, then you have to spend a solid month in my stomach. Maybe longer. I'll be the one to decide when I've had you for long enough." Ivory replied.

"Deal!" Shayna shot back almost immediately, "But if he_can_ fit you in--and I know he can, both of us in fact--then we both spend at least a month in his belly, in whatever way he sees fit, and he gets to decide when he's had us for long enough... even if that means he just decides to be greedy and keep us permanently."

A growl rose up out of the shadow dragon. It wasn't out of anger but arousal. Her scent had suddenly grown rather thick in the air. Ivory knew what Shayna was doing. Her sister was well aware that she harbored a secret love of being dominated in such a fashion--but only by certain individuals. Shayna was one such person. There were perhaps only a small handful of others. If this little blue proved capable, then she might add him to that elite list.

"You really know how to manipulate me, don't you?" Ivory asked.

"Only when it's fun for both of us," Shayna said, "Deal?"

The darker dragoness grumbled a little, rubbing her thighs together as she envisioned what her sister had suggested. It was too enticing to ignore.

"Deal... if he can fit us both in, he can keep us. I'm sure father would make an allowance for him if he succeeds." Ivory replied.

---

He Just Needs a Jump-Start

"Wait... keep you? I don't know if that's such a good idea." Smokey said in protest.

"Oh hush, once you're caught up in the moment, you'll be feeling much more possessive. I know how you get when you're in the thick of it." Shayna replied.

"He doesn't sound terribly predatory." Ivory said with the barest hint of disgust in her voice.

She might have been displeased with how her plans had been hijacked, but she at least knew enough to not outright insult the very drake who had happily played host to her for so long. It was unwise to displease one who had the power to revoke one's welcome.

"He just needs a jump-start to get his motor running." Shayna said as she leaned down to brush the end of her muzzle along the blue's cheek again, rumbling deeply in anticipation.

"Jump? Motor? I beg your pardon?" Ivory asked.

"It's a figure of speech. It means we just have to help him get started, then you'll see his mood shift. I promise. I've known him long enough, I've got his number," Shayna explained, then winced as she used another phrase she wasn't sure her sister had heard before, "I mean, I have him pretty well figured out."

"What does that have to do with numbers?" Ivory asked in displeased confusion, getting a little haughty over all of this unusual language that Shayna was usually so careful to leave out around her so she wouldn't feel lost.

"Don't worry about it. You stick around long enough, you'll start to get the hang of the local vernacular." the angelic lady replied.

"Very well... then what do we do to--how did you put it--jump-start him?" the darker dragoness asked.

"If it's what I think she's thinking, you won't have to do anything," Smokey interjected, feeling a rather pronounced swell underneath him, "She's probably got that all taken care of herself."

The snowy dragon had pulled her smaller blue mate into her lap during the gentle crushing between her chest and her sister's, giving him what amounted to a front row seat to her steady arousal. The angelic dragoness lifted her head only just far enough to shift from nuzzling his cheek to press their lips together. It silenced any complaints or concerns he might have as he was lifted slowly off the lady's lap. Her purr coaxed a similar noise out of the smaller blue as he began to melt. As Shayna worked her 'magic' on her little mate, she ran her paws along his sides, slipping her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Smokey's paws drifted over to cup against hers, unable to resist the affection. He knew what she was up to, and he wasn't about to try to stop her.

Digits quietly worked towards the button and zipper keeping the blue's shorts in place. It took next to no effort to unfasten and unzip. The caressing fingers returned to stroking along the smaller dragon's sides under the waistband of his shorts, though this time with the intention of pushing them down. A stout huff escaped the smaller drake as his rump was slowly exposed, along with his groin. Shayna leaned back to give him room to stretch out from his seated posture, gesturing for Ivory to provide some assistance. The shadow dragon reluctantly agreed and tugged Smokey's pants--and boxers for that matter--the rest of the way off of him. The blue fellow's red vest was all he wore now, which wouldn't get in the way, so it would likely get left in place.

"You really do seem to enjoy teasing the little one, don't you." Ivory said as she took up a relaxed posture, propping her chin up on a paw with the connected elbow on the back of the couch.

Shayna finally pulled free from the kiss and sighed before she opened her eyes and to look to her sister. Smokey meanwhile was busy working to catch his breath. He had been so stuck in 'business mode' all morning he had not prepared himself for the sudden strength of the larger dragoness' advances, and just how amorous she happened to be. He was still dizzy. Some would describe a kiss as 'one shoving their tongue down the other's throat', but here, Shayna had done exactly that. She had actually reached that far into his maw. It left his entire jaw and neck tingling just a little. That had been by design, and the dragoness wasn't done yet.

"I have to admit it, I really do. He's so cute when he's flustered. It's so rare that I can get him into a more dominant mood where he'll just take charge without me prompting, but that's okay. I can make the first move if he needs it." Shayna answered.

"It would appear that it doesn't take much 'prompting' for him to find the mood." Ivory said, gesturing to the small dragon's groin.

He was already well prepared for whatever might be in store for him, staff proud and ever so slightly drooling. While he wasn't necessarily a show-stopper, he did possess enough to give Ivory reason to study him a bit more closely. It was easy for her to forget what all he had to work with, and it tended to surprise her when she was reminded that he was indeed 'above average'.

"It really doesn't. A few suggestive words and touches, then one good kiss, and he's off to the races." the angelic dragoness said, this time not bothering to censor her slang.

"I'll assume that's another figure of speech meaning that one is ready to mate." Ivory said.

"Close enough. It has other uses, but we'll just go with that for now," Shayna replied, "If you'd like to have a little fun of your own before feeding him, feel free. He won't mind. Will you, dear?"

Smokey had managed to recover from his dizzy spell just in time for the question to reach him. He blinked softly as he looked between the two larger dragons and blushed as he realized Ivory was eyeing his loins. He had missed a good portion of their conversation, but he could guess what was being discussed.

"Um... I... I guess not... it's not like... we haven't done anything before." the blue said.

"Good, because my sister isn't just skilled at enticing you. She knows quite well how to... get my motor running." Ivory replied, trying on the phrase.

And she was certainly telling the truth. It wasn't just the small blue that was aroused. Ivory's own sizable shaft had sprung to life during the discussion and slowly risen to full attention. It dwarfed Smokey's considerably, being bigger than one of his legs, but then she was considerably taller than the blue drake. It made him gulp nervously, wondering if he was going to be demonstrating how far he could stretch in a number of ways. To his surprise, Ivory did not scoot closer to shove her glistening spire into him somewhere. Instead, she leaned down and wrapped her muzzle around his softly throbbing length. A gasp escaped the blue and his head tipped back, using his mate's chest as a pair of pillows to rest against.

"Oh look at you getting lucky like that. She tends to save that for only a select few." Shayna said as she grinned, watching her sister pleasure her mate.

"Nnnng... and you... would be one of them?" Smokey asked as he fought to keep from squirming too much.

All that did was give the bulge under Shayna's robes reason to swell even more. She gently parted them, dragging the fabric out from under the fellow's rump while he fought to keep a cool head, though he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for too terribly long. He had taken a trip into those jaws and down that throat on more than one occasion, and he knew how skilled that tongue was. Part of him wondered if she intended to hijack this whole operation and just devour him then and there, even if it meant swallowing him right off Shayna's throbbing length.

That very shaft was now pressing up against his hide, making him shiver all over again. He could feel thin rivulets of moisture oozing from the end of it, smearing along the base of his tail and lower back. It wouldn't be long before that rather generous thing found its way into him. Shayna had that intention from the word go. She shifted him along her front as she leaned back and lifted his hips off of her lap. Ivory followed, not to be interrupted in her work. She cupped one of her great paws about the blue's groin, massaging the twin swells that dangled below. She intended to coax every drop out of him that she could muster.

"I... ooo... I don't think... I can hold out... for long... nnnngh... damn she's good." Smokey said through a series of huffs and groans.

Then he went silent as pressure was put on the pucker just under his tail. His eyes went wide and his jaws parted in a silent cry of surprise and intense stimulation. Shayna pressed him downward, gradually sinking her aching mast into the deep, dark environs of his grasp. She had aimed further back than she usually preferred, just in case her sister preferred to occupy that spot, but she was still rather fond of taking her mate in such a fashion. The pace was slow but constant, forcing the blue's cheeks to part wider as he reached the broad girth of his lover's rod. A visible swell formed in his abdomen, stretching outward just far enough to give anyone who happened to be looking a very clear idea of just how well endowed the angelic lady filling his rump truly was. In only a matter of moments, she had settled him down on her lap again, this time with her legs spread just far enough that he could feel her own plump sac resting just under him. Its contents would soon be in him, and that thought made Smokey shudder.

A powerful twitch spread through the blue's captured shaft, bucking about in Ivory's muzzle. She suckled away steadily, dragging her tongue about in a circle around his drooling length. He was right on the cusp, pushed there by the sizable member now buried under his tail. The firm massage of his scrotum certainly didn't slow anything down. Then came a pair of claws just ever so carefully tracing across the smooth, supple petals hidden behind his sac. Ivory knew well what he had been gifted since becoming bonded with Shayna, and had even heard the story of his time prior to their meeting. The shadow dragon rather enjoyed making use of him through those lovely, greedy folds. She had seen him consume others with them, so a single finger would be no challenge.

With no ceremony or warning, Ivory plunged a digit between the blue's nethers and began to stroke about within him. She could feel her sister's length pulsing and shifting about very nearby. Each thrust of the angel's hips pushed so deep into her lover that it looked as though it might compress his lungs, and yet he managed to take a full, deep breath each time. Honey coated the invading finger, the walls squeezing and tugging away fruitlessly. She wouldn't be drawn in so easily, though she was beginning to think he might possess the ability to do so if she allowed it.

Smokey--so overwhelmed and unwilling to fight against such skill--gave in. He arched his back and let loose a roar. His member spasmed strongly, unleashing a hearty burst of sticky ooze into the shadow dragon's muzzle. Ivory sealed her lips around the base of his rod and suckled away strongly, drinking down every surge, every gush he had to give. His feminine crevice squeezed tight, clamping down on the finger she had offered it, not wanting to let it go. Just as Ivory suckled on Smokey's length, so too did his folds treat the intruding digit. Below, the shadow dragon had begun stroking her own shaft, concealed behind the wall of cleavage resting on the sofa. She wouldn't bring herself to her own end yet. If this little blue was indeed capable of what her sister claimed, she would save that first good blast until it would land in his belly.

Shayna meanwhile was not done. She had a ways to go yet, but watching her sister so easily push her lover to climax helped her along. She thrust and humped, running a paw along his stretched abdomen and lifting his chin up with the other. As soon as his roar had come to an end, she silenced him with another kiss. This time, she didn't move gently or slowly. She pressed her tongue back into his muzzle and beyond. His throat bulged with the sudden presence of so insistent an organ. All Smokey could do was moan through it. He trembled and writhed, letting the two ladies have their way with him, little more than a plaything for their amusement.

Minutes passed. The snowy lady kept pace, thumping smoothly away into her little mate's rump. Ivory meanwhile pulled her muzzle free of the blue's length. She licked her lips and sighed. It had been a pleasant little diversion, but it wasn't quite as satisfying as she tended to prefer. She watched quietly as her sister rutted the smaller drake. His squirms were terribly enticing, and the fact that he had such an eager set of petals hiding between his legs left her sorely tempted.

"Sister, would you mind if I joined you? I wouldn't expect him to fit both of us in the same hole. I give my word to provide whatever support is necessary if he ends up heavy with my eggs." Ivory said.

Shayna slowly retreated from her kiss with Smokey, leaving him gasping for air and glassy-eyed.

"Personally I don't mind, though I suppose it's not up to me. What do you think, dear? Is it alright if my sister fucks you until you're pregnant?" she asked, gazing down at the drake firmly impaled on her length.

Smokey was unable to properly speak just yet, still dizzy and breathless. His eyes rolled back in his head and he tried to lift a paw to gesture, but it was too vague a motion to tell if it was an affirmative or negative.

"What does that mean? And why are you deferring to him? Isn't he yours to lend out? Aren't you the one that I would negotiate with?" Ivory asked.

"Oh honey... we need to talk about how things work around here when it comes to consent. Yes, if we were back home, I would be the one to negotiate with since he's never opted to properly assert dominance. But we're not back home, so we have to ask him. And I'm going to assume he's just too tired to actually say yes, but he'd like to," Shayna said before gazing back down at the blue, "Isn't that right sweetie?"

Smokey dipped his head in a half-hearted attempt to respond. The result could easily be taken as a confirmation of Shayna's guess.

"Haaa.... phoooo... nnnngh..." he moaned out, unable to say much else.

"I'm taking that as 'yes, fuck me until I end up so heavy with eggs my belly sits on the ground while I stand up straight', so give it a go!" Shayna said with a grin.

"Pregnant after swallowing both of us... if he can stretch that far. If he fails, I may just put him in my belly with you so I can be sure my eggs are safe." Ivory said as she moved into position.

It was slightly awkward, but still possible given the size difference. There was even less consideration given then Shayna's entry. The shadow dragon's great spire found its way to the blue's already well lubricated folds and sank in. A cry of elation would have filled the room--had it not been for the fact that the smallest of the three now found his head trapped between two ample pairs of breasts. Shayna reached forward and wrapped her arms around her sister, pulling Ivory into a deep, passionate kiss. The darker dragoness threw herself into the affection, practically forgetting who she was actually sheathed inside.

The two ladies began to roll their hips in a sort of synchronized pace, one retreating while the other sank in. Smokey was completely inundated with wave after wave of sensation ripping through him. His length throbbed mightily, almost painfully as he was made to slide over Ivory's smooth hide, grinding against her trim stomach. His own abdomen now sported two bulges, one in front of the other, and they were quite active, dragging this way and that all around inside him. The intensity of the moment led both ladies to lose focus just enough such that they changed position.

Ivory pushed her sister onto her back atop the sofa, pressing down on top of her. In the darker dragon's mind, she might as well be mating with Shayna herself. The sudden weight pressing down on top of the blue pinned him in place, rendering him truly little more than a 'marital aid' for the two bigger ladies. When he finally got a chance to surface again, he would have to have words with them--specifically about getting him a snorkel so he wouldn't be quite so apt to smother. He didn't dare tell them not to do that again. Why miss out on being part of the fun? Ivory frequently complained that she didn't get to spend enough time with Shayna. If he could somehow satisfy that want by just being their sex toy, that seemed pretty reasonable to him.

Of course, he wasn't thinking clearly in that moment. It would likely all occur to him once he had his head on straight again.

Minutes rolled by as the sisters purred and growled through the kiss, not daring to let it break as they ground feverishly into their shared lover. Smokey was wracked by another climax, making a terrible mess across the shadow dragon's stomach, then added more to it helplessly. He was no longer in control of anything, not even his ability to restrain his own orgasms--all while he waited for the ladies to finish. He was certain he would be terribly large when they did--at least he would be certain were he more clear headed.

Shayna was the first to approach her end. Her expression hardened as she gripped her sister more tightly, coiling her tail around Ivory's waist. She began pumping her hips faster. Her nostrils flared as she huffed for breath--still refusing to break the kiss. Ivory pushed forward, grinding her length deep inside the warm, soaked passage she had been making use of. The two locked together, thrusting in short, rapid, shallow strokes until finally, one mashed deep into the blue, then the other followed suit only a few strokes later.

Without parting lips, both Shayna and Ivory groaned almost in unison. The angle's spire twitched wildly in her mate's rectum. A heavy blast of thick, warm seed rushed forth, filling every crevice it could find and giving Smokey's middle reason to swell and round out. Ivory's spire was similarly active, bucking about with the force of her release. The deluge poured into the blue's womb and bulged him all the more. It was as if two volcanoes had erupted inside him and he was struggling to contain everything. Pressure forced Ivory's abdomen away, lifting her slightly off the blue, though not enough to provide any relief from the weight. Though, by now, that weight was oddly comforting.

A hush fell as the two ladies settled down after their brisk tryst. Finally, the kiss was permitted to end and they opened their eyes, gazing at one another. A satisfied--if slightly goofy--grin was spread across Shayna's muzzle. Ivory had a slightly more serious expression. She wasn't entirely sated, though she rarely was after just one round of passion. If she were to go on until she had gotten her fill, she would end up leaving the blue so swollen he would_appear_ to have swallowed her already, and the resulting clutch of eggs--or perhaps litter of whelps, she wasn't sure how his reproductive system worked exactly--would render him so vast he would be far more belly than dragon. A rather enticing mental image to be sure, but not what she was after.

"Mmm, so... do you think your little blue is finally ready?" Ivory asked.

"We might need to let him surface for air, but after he's caught his breath, I'd be willing to bet he's finally found the mood. And if not, well... I guess we just keep fucking him until he is. And if he we wear him out, well... feel free to say you won the bet." Shayna replied.

"Hmm, I suppose we_should_ pull him out of there. I'm impressed he survived. Quite a few people tend to suffocate in there." Ivory said as she reluctantly began to lean back.

A very light-headed, very exhausted blue dragon lay there atop Shayna, still lodged on both impressive spires, stomach swollen heavily with two small ponds of dragon seed. Thick, visible strings of drool trickled from the corners of his mouth, viscous and white. Shayna had filled him so thoroughly and completely some of her spunk had worked all the way up his throat and into his mouth. He let out a soft belch, sending flecks of white to splatter down over his chest and gut, then weakly lifted a paw and somehow found the will to make a thumbs-up gesture before his arm fell again.

"See? I told you he's fine!" Shayna said with a giggle as she gave Smokey's belly an affectionate rub.

---

The Feast Beings

Ivory raised an eyebrow in skepticism. She had no doubt that the little blue was indeed more of the mindset to at least_try_ to engage in their little wager, but he certainly didn't appear to have the stamina remaining to make the attempt. It left her feeling a little cheated. Idly, she ran a large paw over Smokey's bloated stomach, extracting at least a modicum of satisfaction from the recent breeding. She wasn't entirely sure discussion of him carrying her eggs was serious or not, but she could at least let her mind wander down the line of what would come should it be the case.

"Are you sure we haven't actually broken him? He looks as though he has nothing left to give." the shadow dragon said.

"Oh that was just to get his mind right. It's like peeling an onion, you gotta get through a few layers on the outside. Perking him back up isn't that difficult." Shayna replied.

The angelic lady lowered her muzzle again and gave the still panting blue drake a tender little kiss on the nose. A soft crackle of energy passed between them, not unlike a static shock only much more pleasant. It had a near immediate effect and Smokey sat himself up, no longer needing to gasp for air. He winced a little as he was forced to deal with the sudden bulge in his middle--to say nothing of the twin rods still buried in him. Whatever little jolt Shayna had given him appeared to focus his mind and restore his strength.

"Nnngh... right, those are still in there. We might want to take one of them out if we're going to do this." Smokey said.

Ivory eyebrows rose sharply, not having expected anything of the sort. She knew her sister was talented in such ways, but the subtlety with which she was able to enact her craft never ceased to amaze. The fact that the little blue fellow was indeed suddenly so eager to proceed was similarly surprising.

"Well... someone's certainly changed their mind. It's like something just snapped and you're different." Ivory said.

"You're not trying to back out, are you?" Smokey asked.

Shayna tilted her head back and cackled, far too amused by her little mate's sudden nerve.

"I told you, we just needed to get his mind right. Once he's in the moment, he's good to go--usually. So how about it? You ready to try?" the snowy dragoness asked.

The darker lady shrugged and began to slowly withdraw her hips. A quiet, wet slurping sound came from the rather sticky region below all three dragons and the blue grit his teeth. He arched his back and fought to keep from moaning--to say nothing of his desperate effort to not clamp down on Ivory's shaft to keep her from pulling all the way out. Now that he had it in there, he found he wasn't all that keen to let it go. But it had to come out. Otherwise things would get awkward and difficult rather quickly. With a 'pop', the large lady's rod came free and the blue dragon allowed himself to squeeze everything shut. After all, she had given him a precious gift and if their talk was to be believed, it would be needed for the creation of a sizeable clutch or litter.

"I suppose I should honor my end of the arrangement. It would be bad form to back out. Though I must confess I am somewhat puzzled as to how we'll go about this. I feel like I might have to try and put you on like a pair of trousers." Ivory said.

"That's one method, though I think that might be a little too silly. I suggest you lay down on your stomach and let him start with your paws." Shayna offered.

Smokey nodded, glancing from the dragoness behind him to the one in front of him.

"That's fine by me. We could go headfirst too if you'd rather." he said.

That brought a genuine laugh from the shadow dragon. She found the whole thing completely ridiculous--the idea that a little thing like him could actually devour a being as grand, powerful, and heavily endowed as her. It was just too much for her to take seriously, but then sometimes one simply had to bow to the absurd.

"Paws first. I'd like to see this as it happens. And when he gets stuck, I'll be able to pull myself back out." Ivory said with a note of mirth.

"You mean 'if'." Shayna fired back.

"And I won't get stuck." Smokey added.

"Fine, fine. If you say so. But do not be surprised if you find me gloating... with both of you in my belly." Ivory said.

She did as was suggested, rolling onto her stomach. She found a comfortable posture and relaxed before dropping her rather enormous paws into the little blue's reach--right on top of his gravid tummy. Smokey reached forward and took hold of the shadow dragon's ankles as she peered back over her shoulder--wings folded in as close against her as she could manage in order to watch. The blue gazed at the large paws before him, worked his neck back and forth a couple of times, then stretched his jaws wide open. Shayna meanwhile did nothing but watch and hold the little dragon's gently sloshing gut.

A pair of toes were all Smokey could get initially, twisting his head one way, then another as he tried to further his progress. Ivory permitted herself to laugh again seeing him struggle to go past just that simple start. Her victory seemed assured and she began pondering just how long she might wish to keep both her sister and her mate. Perhaps she would just take over the blue drake's Inn for herself, claim the spoils of her asserted dominance over both of them. There were quite a few interesting locals she had intended to get to know better. Once she added Shayna and Smokey to her waistline, she might look into adding some of the residents as well.

"Forgive me if I sound pompous or crass, dear sister, but it appears that your faith in the little one here was misplaced. I've heard a phrase used once or twice in this place--his eyes were bigger than his stomach." Ivory said.

As soon as she returned to chuckling, she froze. The blue dragon swallowed, and in that instant, he managed to stretch his jaws wider, pulling those grand paws completely into his mouth. It was terribly surreal--cartoonish even--but Ivory saw it with her own eyes. Her feet were completely encased in Smokey's maw and throat. The warm, drool-covered interior squeezed tightly around her, right up to her ankles, giving her reason to shudder in surprised stimulation.

"Oh ye of little faith!" Shayna cried and gave her little mate a gentle pat on his stomach.

Smokey wasn't stopping there. He ran his palms up along the larger dragon's calves. The caress was one of appreciation and exploration. He was searching for somewhere he could gain purchase on as well as hunting for obstacles he might have to contend with. The smooth, shiny hide--almost like living vinyl--offered no resistance and the lady clad in such a casing let her mouth part in a soft moan. He was doing it. He was actually doing it. The realization that he wasn't so easily stymied as well as the attention to her legs made the shadow dragon reassess and thrum, sinking into just enjoying the moment. A large part of her still didn't believe he could go all the way, but a small, quiet part--one that was growing and getting louder--thought perhaps she had indeed gotten herself into quite a situation.

Progress was gradual, but kept a pace that was steady. Smokey wasn't to be dissuaded from the challenge--now that he was finally properly motivated. Shayna offered some assistance, helping to pull Ivory closer as was needed. The shadow dragon herself even provided some minor gesture of help, lifting herself up and off the sofa with her arms to make dragging her backwards that much easier. Time was of no real concern. They could take as long as they wanted or needed, and it looked like the blue fellow would need as much as he could be given. His stomach--already quite bloated from the two ladies filling him--stretched visibly as he passed Ivory's knees. She could feel her paws pressing against the slick wall inside, forcing him to bulge larger with every gulp. And gulp he did, never stopping--he just slowly carried on.

Ivory watched with keen interest as her thighs started to slip in, becoming more impressed as the whole ridiculous display went on. Her mind cast back to other times something similar had happened, and it reminded her of why she never underestimated snakes. Perhaps this little blue fellow had some serpent in him, because he was accomplishing a rather impressive feat--if only to make it_this_ far. Shayna reached up and ran one of her paws along her sister's legs, trailing up over the shapely curve of her rump. The palm cupped there and squeezed gently, giving Ivory reason to close her eyes and thrum a bit louder.

"What do you think so far? He's better at it than he looks, isn't he?" Shayna asked with a grin.

"I'll say he is... but he's not even halfway done. Don't think just because he's gotten this far means he can go the rest of the way." Ivory replied.

"We'll see about that." the angelic lady said, "He's almost up to your butt!"

Somehow, the shadow dragon had forgotten about the little blue's progress. She glanced down to find that he was indeed inch-worming his way up along her thighs, nearing the shapely swell that supported the base of her tail. It was a little startling. In the space of time she had taken her focus off of him, Smokey had gone from just past her knees to striking distance of her waist. In fact, she could feel his tongue lashing forward at the plump orbs whose contents she had recently evacuated into him. And he showed no sign of stopping or slowing--no pained facial expression, no loud grumble from his stomach, no sense of straining. That creeping doubt was making headway in eroding her confidence. He just might be able to do it.

Shayna watched on with a knowing grin, shifting from caressing her sister to stroking along the blue dragon's steadily growing middle. He might actually end up just shy of too big to walk on his own from just Ivory, forced to drag such a huge gut around with him--but if he managed to fit the other lady in, immobility was assured. He gnawed harmlessly on the large dragon's thighs, beginning to creep up over the pert curve of Ivory's backside. There he paused for a moment as he shifted his paws from trying to pull Ivory towards him in general to working on somehow impossibly stuffing her still sloshing sac into his maw. It took some doing and a few moments of frustration as he fumbled and lost his grip. The two enormous orbs seemingly did not want to be devoured by something so small, and yet he carried on. After several minutes, Smokey found a good angle to try and stuff the lady's balls in and they disappeared into his throat with a wet squelch.

Ivory shuddered throughout the whole exercise, beginning to pant as her length stiffened again. The attention to such a tender feature was definitely having a profound effect, but it was only magnified by the tactile sensation of so much of the blue wrapped around so much of her. She lamented that he hadn't managed to reach her dripping folds before tackling her scrotum, but then with her thick, powerful legs squeezed together so tightly, he probably would not have had a chance even if he had paused to try.

The shadow dragon lashed her tail about. The long limb coiled this way and that as she began to let her mind fixate on the mental image of being completely devoured by the little blue, no matter how preposterous it might seem. After a few moments, she reached out and took hold of the limb, catching it like a snake trying to strike, and pointed the tip towards Smokey's jaws. Ivory fed it in with the help of the crevice between her legs. All that seemed to do was force the little dragon's mouth open even wider--with no sign that he had reason to protest.

Shayna grinned as she saw this change of heart.

"Looks like it's not just Smokey who's finally gotten into the mood. Are you actually_helping_ him eat you?" she asked.

"Fuck... I don't care at this point. I just... I just want to enjoy it. Even if he can't finish, I want to enjoy it." Ivory replied, sounding not unlike those times Shayna had caught her when she was just on the edge of going into heat.

"Well then, we can't let you end up disappointed, can we?" the angelic lady asked, not at all expecting a response.

The snowy lady reached forward from around her mate to grip at the shadow dragon and hoist her up. It tipped Smokey's head back, taking pressure off his belly which had more than doubled in size by now. Shayna pulled Ivory backwards into her arms, trapping the little blue's head in an awkward pose between her chest and Ivory's back. Smokey lowered his paws from trying to feed the big lady into his maw and began caressing his bloated belly, fully expecting progress to quicken--for a few moments at least. There was still the vast mountain range that was the dragoness' legendary bust. He was sure Shayna had told him there were a couple of myths or stories the natives had conjured about Ivory's breasts back where they came from.

With a new posture came a sudden inability to resist. Ivory was no longer in any sort of control, and that only served to entice her further. Her length pulsed as it slowly began to sink into the warm, slick, rippling gullet passing over her. The head was buried in her cleavage, trapped there by its size and the size of the two mounds pinning it in place. A sizable slick of musky drool spilled forth from between her breasts, slowly seeping down the meaty spire towards Smokey's tongue. As soon as he caught a hint of the taste, he began squirming anew. His efforts to stretch the curious organ out and explore the lady's member became slightly frantic. One could have thought he was choking, especially with the enormous twin bulges made just under his jaw by the lady's sac. But the rapid gulps that followed proved that he was just fine.

"Mmm, I think our little blue friend is getting riled up. Maybe he's gotten a taste for the thing you stuck in him. I think my mate likes the taste of my sister's dick." Shayna said, purring into Ivory's ear once she was within range.

Ivory let out a groan as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her knees had bent completely inside the smaller dragon, forcing his belly to distend outward in a show of just what was filling him up. She lifted her arms up overhead in an effort to stretch and arch her back, but she didn't get very far. Her sister gripped her by the wrists and brought her arms back down. Shayna then took care to angle each paw such that it would slide in along the shadowy lady's sides into Smokey's mouth. It was so effortless--both manipulating Ivory's arms and the blue's accommodation of the added mass. She was properly trapped now, pinned, no longer able to fight her way free unless she wanted to do something truly awful to the little fellow doing so well to consume her.

"I... I can't... I can't move." Ivory said breathlessly.

"I know, sister. He's a little tight to slide into. But once you're in all the way, it'll be a little easier. Just enjoy the trip." Shayna replied in a husky tone.

With one more gulp, Ivory settled in right up to her chest. The enormous breasts sagged down to hide so much of the blue drake. Were the lady of a mind clear enough to reason, she might have thought this was where the ride would stop. There was no way he could stuff those things in--surely. And then she felt his jaws working away. A sharp gasp escaped the dragoness as she felt the exceptionally tender flesh of her bust assaulted. Really there was more a sense of suction than the blue drake's mouth trying to stretch all that much wider--which only intensified what Ivory was feeling. Another gulp dragged her downward towards the gut that was spilling out past Smokey's knees. He was going to do it. She was sure of it now. She would vanish into his stomach.

The repeated sucking gulps worked their way up along Ivory's chest, tucking more and more of that heavy, supple flesh in past his lips. Shayna even worked to help--cupping her sister's bust with her paws to help compress the great swells. The added attention made Ivory squirm all the harder. She could barely stand having two on her like this--especially since her sister knew how easy it was to make her reach climax_just_ from tending to her breasts. This was threatening to do exactly that. The added rolling massage of Smokey's throat on her aching shaft certainly didn't hurt. Little by little, the blue climbed the mountain, fighting to reach the summit. He had come so far and yet he still showed no sign of slowing. With Shayna's help, he passed the lady's nipples, completely unimpeded by the large, heavy knocker-style piercings that hung there. As soon as the last vestiges of pink disappeared into Smokey's mouth, returning him to the smooth black and white hide, several things happened at once.

Ivory gasped loudly and shivered. A quake ripped through her as her climax began. Shayna moved to cup the vast swells of her sister's chest again, only this time through her mate's throat. Smokey slurped loudly as he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting with a good deal of effort to make progress around those grand mounds. With the widest part of the lady now past, a sharp downward jerk yanked Ivory in up to her shoulders. In the space of that same instant, her length bucked hard and a generous gush of thick, sticky white burst up from between her breasts. It erupted with such force that it hit the underside of her chin and dribbled down her throat, just as Smokey was climbing up towards the last of her.

Ivory's eyes were clouded, presenting a dazed expression. She had not cried out in the throes of orgasm. It had been a relatively small one, lacking the proper satisfaction necessary. She would no doubt need to tend to that more thoroughly once she was able to do so. Shayna leaned in close and nuzzled her sister's cheek with a proud thrum. She was feeling rather vindicated about her faith in Smokey at this point. She cooed softly to her sister and offered her a tender kiss before speaking the last words she would offer Ivory while they both could see daylight.

"Mmm, someone's very much enjoying herself. Not too much longer now and you're gone. But don't worry, I'll be climbing in after you shortly," Shayna said, "Can't let my sister get lonely, now can I?"

"You... better," Ivory huffed out, "I don't... want... to spend... today... all by... myself."

Shayna gave Smokey's tummy a gentle pat, signaling him to go ahead and finish. He didn't need much of a signal. He hadn't stopped swallowing, gradually working his way up Ivory's long, graceful neck. Soon, he was just kissing under her jaw line. The lady let out another long moan just as the smaller blue's maw opened wide, and her head was pulled in. His jaws closed around her muzzle, letting that be the last thing anyone could see, then he swallowed. Ivory's nose was pulled out of sight, and he sent the last of her down his throat. The bulge--shaped in such a way that details were rather clear--traveled down the short distance that was his neck and vanished into the grand orb of his gut. A loud, deep, reverberating belch shook the room and Smokey sighed.

He had done it. He had devoured a dragon not far from twice his size--and he had done so with minimal fuss.

"Mmm, good boy," Shayna said as she gave the overstuffed blue drake's widely stretched belly a pat, "Did she taste good?"

"She tasted great." Smokey replied, only a little out of breath.

"Of course she did. Can't tell you how many times I've eaten her. She just loves it," Shayna said as she groped the squirming mass, "In fact, you feel that? She's probably giving herself a blow job right now to get more than the little squirt you gave her."

"Oof... yeah, I can feel it. She keeps that up, she might knock me over while I'm trying to walk." Smokey said as he joined in with Shayna's exploration of his ridiculously vast gut.

"So, you ready for another helping?" Shayna asked.

"I'm kind of committed to it, aren't I? Like you said, we can't let Ivory end up lonely." Smokey replied.

---

The Second Course

The process of getting Smokey moved into a better position to make the attempt to add Shayna to his waistline looked like it would be a straightforward one. In practice, it was less than simple. First, Shayna had to remove herself from where she was--still neatly tucked under the blue's tail. She rocked him forward, thinking she could ease him off without too much difficulty, but the added 'ballast' that was Ivory made him roll a good deal farther than either had anticipated. In moments, Smokey was on top of his stomach, resting on the ground, legs only just barely able to reach the floor. Shayna was dragged right along with him. She yelped as he cried out feeling the lady's great mast move inside him. At least it had the desired effect of putting them both in a better position to separate.

When the angelic lady moved to do so, it made the blue wriggle and hiss--not out of displeasure but because he had gotten used to having her crammed in him like that. Now she was withdrawing and that was triggering a new wave of sensations. Thankfully, they were short-lived. Shayna took care not to rush the process, lest the sudden jerk cause a problem. The somewhat gradual pace allowed Smokey a chance to slowly flex and clench, ensuring that he wouldn't be left just open to the air. Some enjoyed that. He wasn't a particular fan.

A quiet, constant slurp sounded as the dragoness withdrew, ending with a bit of a pop. It was as gentle as she could muster but it still gave Smokey reason to yelp. The larger lady eased herself back down onto the couch to catch her breath a little. The sudden motion and the immediate aftermath of needing to be more careful than she had calculated had gotten her heart racing a little.

"Okay... that's step one--pull dick out of Smokey. How are you feeling?" Shayna asked.

"I'm okay... a little winded... but... I'm okay," the blue responded as he felt over his bloated gut, "I think Ivory's okay too. I don't think she hit her head."

"Good. Would hate to climb in there and find she's loopy from a concussion," the angel dragon said, "Let's get you back up on the couch where you can be comfy after you're done eating."

Shayna climbed back to her paws having regained her strength. Thankfully it was only a brief pause that she needed. The lady moved around her temporarily immobilized mate and began to carefully rock him back onto his paws. It was a little slower than he might have liked, but then he had a lot of mass to move around now. He settled into a standing, but forward-leaned posture and huffed, feeling his lungs suddenly struggling to inflate for a moment.

"Oof, remind me to look into doing more cardio." Smokey said.

"I've been saying you need to spend more time flying and swimming." Shayna replied.

"Yeah, and now I'm wishing I'd spent more than just a couple of hours a week indulging myself," the blue said with a little disappointment in himself, "Maybe I need to hire a manager to help me with all the office work."

"I've been wondering why you haven't done that already. There are plenty of folks who would be a great help." Shayna said.

"Well, when we're all done with this, remind me to look into it," Smokey said with a bit more resolve, "Now, back on to the couch you said?"

"Yeah, I think that'll be the best place for you to land when you're done." the angel answered.

Shayna moved around to the blue drake's side and helped guide him back the few steps necessary, dragging his enormous gut with him. Ivory squirmed visibly under his hide, making a number of muffled sounds that suggested her attempts to satisfy herself had gone uninterrupted. At least she wasn't unhappy. Smokey shuddered to think what she might do if he upset her while she was in his stomach. She did have something of a temper after all.

With a gentle tipping and a pair of large paws to provide support, the two dragons ended up back on the sofa, though this time the blue wasn't impaled on the white. He wiggled his hips a little and frowned a bit. He still felt a little odd now that he didn't have Shayna intruding back there. It was a feeling that would pass soon enough, but it struck him as interesting that he had grown so used to bottoming for who many would refer to as his wife. Back before he met her, he would likely have never considered doing such a thing. Now, it was a regular occurrence--he even looked forward to being able to please her.

"And the blue ball has landed. How do you feel?" Shayna asked.

"I'm okay... a little tired, but that'll go away in a bit. Still a little amazed that I fit Ivory in so easily." Smokey answered.

"Practice makes perfect, right?" Shayna offered with a wink, "Ready for some more practice?"

"Whenever you are." Smokey answered, grinning up at her.

The larger dragon leaned in close and tipped her mate's chin upwards. He followed her guidance and found himself pulled into a tender kiss. It wasn't as passionate or as intense as those he had received when she was trying to 'get him going', but it was deeply pleasant. One of the lady's sizable paws moved to his stomach--the swell larger than him by a good bit--and began roaming about in a somewhat circular motion. Her caress of his tightly packed middle brought a happy little trill out of the blue. The rumble rose up through his lips to hers. She could have just sat there and toyed with his belly while teasing her sister for the whole day and it would have been rather satisfying. But, she had other intentions--which could wait for just a little while. She was going to get a little quality time one on one with her little blue drake--though it would be all too short.

When at last, Shayna managed to convince herself to cease her efforts, she pulled free from her kiss with Smokey and gave his nose an affectionate little lick. Due to the size difference, it could easily have run from the end of his snout all the way up over the whole of his face, but the snowy dragoness had some experience dealing with smaller creatures, so she kept her gesture brief and small.

"Open wide for me, sweetie." she whispered.

Smokey did so obediently. His jaws fell open, stretching fairly wide--though nowhere near as far as he had managed while stuffing Ivory down his throat. Shayna leaned in as if to kiss him again, and even offered him a tiny hint of affection in the form of a quick nuzzle. The gesture flowed directly into the big lady sliding her nose into the waiting blue's mouth. Smokey closed his eyes and let what was to come just wash over him. He had managed to successfully devour Ivory, he could do the same with Shayna. And he was sure his stomach could hold both of them. Mostly. It wouldn't be the biggest he'd ever been, but that had been several smaller people, all of them his size or thereabouts. Two very large ladies getting crammed into so small and tight a space surely would pose different challenges. Smokey thought a silent prayer in the hopes of some gastronomic fortitude.

The first gulp saw all of Shayna's head vanish into the little blue's throat, bulging his neck out all over again. A pleased rumble sounded from within, but it didn't come from him. The lady was purring, clearly content with the notion of being devoured by her husband--and not for the first time. She crawled slowly up over him, gently feeding herself to him as he took her in one big swallow at a time. Ivory had been quite the tasty meal, and a flavor he had sampled before--though usually because she would push his muzzle down over her member--but Shayna was oddly lighter. The phrase 'angel food cake' had been jokingly tossed about in the past, but there was an odd though tiny truth to it. And it was an experience Smokey savored every time he got the chance.

Neck and shoulders passed, along with the beginnings of the lady's wings. Those big, fluffy things would pose an interesting trial. They had a habit of tickling on the way down, but Smokey could handle it. He was sure. As the snowy dragon's chest began to slide across his tongue, the blue relaxed his jaw further, letting it stretch just as wide as would be needed. Shayna didn't posses quite as expansive a bust as her sister, but she was still rather grand in her own right. That meant two, vast, glorious swells were slowly being stuffed down the blue drake's gullet, and along the way, he would get to sample them just as he had with Ivory. Though, Shayna seemed keen to make sure he would go slower with her.

"Mmm, take your time, dear. It's a new experience for you, gobbling up the two of us like this," the dragoness called out, voice muffled by her mate's flesh, "Ivory, honey, you might want to make a bit of room. I'll be joining you in just a moment."

"He is really doing this. Are you_certain_ he won't burst with both of us inside?" the darker of the two sisters called out from her gurgling confines.

"I'm sure! Now scoot back and be ready to catch me!" Shayna called out again.

Smokey growled quietly in muted bliss around his lover's form, dragging his tongue across what of her breasts he could reach. He had a great deal of experience with this task, though it was usually a more manageable size. With Shayna so much larger than him, he couldn't quite reach all that he normally could, and that frustrated him just a little. He shrugged it off and continued on, trying his best to sample and caress what of his beloved he_could_ reach, both for his own gratification and for hers. The more he worked, the louder she purred. She even shifted her shoulders from side to side, granting him the chance to lap over one nipple, then the other, as she wedged herself further in.

Ivory did as she was told, though skeptical. She turned herself about so that she faced the direction she heard her sister's voice coming from. With a bit of a stretch to the already impressively elastic walls holding her in, she made an empty space for Shayna to 'land' in, though it probably wouldn't be enough. The great white lady would no doubt just fill that up and then some. But not until she was done letting her little blue pleasure her. As soon as her head popped into the dark, groaning confines of the already overfilled stomach, Ivory sought her out. In the throes of her own lust, she could not help but silence the second lady with a powerful kiss.

The movement in the blue dragon's belly was plainly visible, and were his mouth not completely full, he might have made some sort of noise about it. As it was, he was already busy groaning and rumbling noisily over his lover crawling down his throat. Then her arms pushed forward, stretching his neck a bit as she aimed to_literally_ dive down him. Shayna reached deep into the yawning, stretching cavern of her lover and took hold of Ivory in his belly. With that anchor made, she began to pull. It surprised Smokey, because the sumptuous orbs he had been lavishing lovingly were suddenly in his gullet, not his mouth. He gulped instinctively and found himself wrapped around the lady's abdomen, with something very familiar poking at his chin.

"Mmm, almost halfway. He's about to start working on something very sensitive. Hope you don't mind if I squirm." Shayna said when she could break the kiss with Ivory.

"Squirm all you want. You're gonna be trapped in here with me, and I'm gonna make sure you pay for it." Ivory said, though 'pay for it' wasn't nearly as menacing as one might have taken it.

Shayna brought her legs up, bending her knees so that she was practically kneeling on top of herself. The flexibility that took was rather impressive. Just as she was beginning to try to figure out how to work everything in just right, she felt the blue's paws move to her groin. He was actually helping her. The lady's rigid, throbbing mast found its way into the little blue's mouth, leaving him to slather it with the same oral attention he had with her chest. The snowy dragon let her eyes roll back in her head as she began to grind and hump against her lover's efforts. Ivory silenced her again with another kiss, working to drag her the rest of the way in. The broad hips hanging out of Smokey's maw refused to permit any further entry just yet.

The rocking and swaying of the blue's gut and the lady half on top and half inside him only served to hasten progress in one way or another. It wasn't until the whole of the lady's rod was completely engulfed in the blue drake's throat, and her scrotum now mashed against his tongue, that she broke the kiss with her sister again and cried out. A flood of seed gushed down the already engorged drake's gullet, smearing down--or perhaps up--her stomach and chest. Distracted as she was, Shayna lost her focus and Ivory was able to grab and pull, dragging her sister's hips into the blue's muzzle. Her legs were forced together and her toes wiggled while her tail lashed about behind her.

Had he been a bit more clearheaded, Smokey might have noticed how the size difference made for enough pressure that Shayna's feathers didn't tickle quite so bad. It was a rather fortuitous development. And it was one that he intended to capitalize on--aware or not. He tugged in time with Ivory, swallowing as hard as he could, eager to get his second helping of Amazonian dragoness packed away into his belly. He lamented the fact that he couldn't reach Shayna's nethers in order to give them the love and attention he always claimed they deserved, but then Ivory would no doubt be able to tend to her needs in that regard.

The majority of the lady was gone, leaving only her thighs and below. With the effort of two working together, Shayna's legs were taken to her knees. Soon after, her calves were gone. And shortly after, her paws sank into Smokey's mouth. Each one was large enough that she could have covered his head twice over, but he somehow managed to contain both of them. The last bit of the angel dragon's tail remained, whipping about and squirming like mad. Ivory was doing a fantastic job of titillating her sister; fondling, squeezing, stroking, and in all the spots she knew were Shayna's most delicate and tender to assault.

One long, loud, wet slurp saw Smokey draw the last of his mate's tail into his lips and gulped hard one last time. With that, his mouth was clear and the last of the snowy lady spilled into the dark chamber with her sister. His gut was absolutely massive. It had grown slowly with every swallow, but now, he sat on the couch with his back pressed against the cushion while his belly rest on the floor, towering over him. He couldn't see over or around it. It filled his vision almost completely. As he worked to catch his breath, he felt a rumble from his overstretched abdomen. He knew what was coming. A might belch erupted from the 'little' blue dragon. The power of it shook the walls and even the doors leading to the hallway on their hinges.

Smokey huffed as soon as he had finished and slumped in his seat--at least, as much as one could slump with a gut more than four times one's size pinning them in place. He gazed tiredly at the enormous swell and even reached out to feel over it. The two ladies inside were terribly active, rolling and rocking about. From the sound of things, Ivory was using her sister to slake her lust. No doubt Shayna wouldn't get out of the matter without a belly much like what Smokey ended up with before all of this devouring started.

"I'm... stuffed..." Smokey puffed out, "Do I... win... vore day?"

He didn't get an answer. The ladies were too busy taking advantage of the close quarters molesting one another to pay attention. The odd gurgle sounded from the bloated orb as it wriggled and writhed. All the blue could do was just sit and drink it in. He wasn't going anywhere for a good long while. And neither were Shayna and Ivory.

They had said something about making a deal, that if he successfully ate them both--without popping--he would get to 'keep' them? He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but he didn't give it much thought. He just closed his eyes, breathed heavily, and moaned occasionally. He was going to end up making a terrible mess on the couch--and probably the floor between his paws. He could already feel the makings of a quake of orgasm building. Shayna knew how to hit all the right buttons once she was inside him, no matter where she might end up in the blue's body. And she was showing them all to Ivory it felt like.

"I'm... gonna take... a nap... Let me know... when you... want out..." Smokey said through heavy pants for breath.

Within only a few moments, he was unconscious. His body responded to the stimulation regardless of his waking state. And before too long, the gurgles surrounding the energetically lustful dragons in his stomach grew louder, drowning out their own noises. Soon, the motions ceased and the great, round orb became still. All three knew such a thing was a possible outcome, but it was a little surprising just how quickly it had. How much remained by the time Smokey woke was anyone's guess.

---

Coming Out of the Food Coma

The room was mostly quiet save for a few gentle snores and some rather substantial gurgles and groans. The grand swell that had been so vast shrank away. It didn't vanish completely, though. A rather sizable rotund dome remained, growing smooth and taut. The mass that vanished had to go somewhere, and the blue drake would get to see just where it went upon waking. Images flashed through Smokey's mind as he slept, leaving him with odd, disjointed, difficult to comprehend but not at all unpleasant dreams. There had been a saying about how eating right before sleep tended to give one nightmares, but these were not at all frightening. In fact, everything seemed to be tinted as if looking through a lens of general contentedness. The phrase 'rose-colored glasses' would have sprung to mind were Smokey awake enough to ponder it.

Eventually, the images faded and the waking world returned. The blue dragon yawned and stretched, feeling that same pleasing hum from the dreams carry over. It was difficult to ignore, though it wasn't all-consuming. The more sober Smokey became, the more its presence could be felt. There were other things to be felt that distracted from exploring it, though. What had been a drake of modest height--at least compared to the two ladies no longer present--was a blue dragon that more closely matched the average height of those missing ladies. More than that, there were additional features that had not been there before. The taller dragon's once smooth, flat chest had grown substantially. The bust Smokey now possessed could have given Ivory a real challenge. Additional curve had been applied to the blue's hips and thighs, giving him a decidedly feminine shape. The impressive bulge between the dragon's legs suggested that what growth had occurred there was not in proportion with the rest. The beast was no longer merely above average, even for the new height.

Smokey sat up and began examining this new shape. The blue wasn't at all unfamiliar with a ladylike appearance, but this was decidedly a great deal more. It looked--and even felt--as though what had been Ivory was given to the azure drake. A yawn and grown escaped the changed figure and the owner allowed a shift in mindset that had come to be so natural a turn that there was no reason to give it any further thought. Whenever Smokey was feeling more feminine, their body and mind just accommodated the notion. The body was a new occurrence, but the mind was able to cope just fine.

"Well, this is new," she said as she looked over her chest--or as far as she could over it, "None of my clothes are going to fit."

And she was right. Her signature red vest had not been destroyed during her growth spurt, but it was a bit tighter in the back and around the shoulders. More than that, there was absolutely no possible way it would ever close around so giant a bust. She would have to go about her time like this with her breasts uncovered, just like Ivory had a tendency toward.

In that moment, something occurred to the enlarged blue lady.

"I'll bet Shayna's got something that might fit. She's always prepared for unusual wardrobe requirements." she said.

"Smokey... can you hear me?"

The blue dragoness looked around slowly, unsure she had actually heard anything. As she spun around in her seat, she felt the great swell of her belly filling her lap. It was still rather ponderous, though it wasn't resting on the floor any longer. It forced her thighs apart to sit on the couch cushion under her and protruded a fair ways out from the edge. It was a manageable size, but it would still throw off her center of mass.

"Hello? Someone there?" Smokey asked, finally glancing at the clock.

It had been an hour and a half since Shayna and Ivory came to see her while she was doing her paperwork. For a moment, she pondered the curious nature of seeing her past self as feminine, even though she had been more masculine at that time. It was just another quirk of that change in mindset. Slowly, the blue lady climbed to her paws and grunted. All the weight of her new body settled into place in an upright posture and she leaned back slightly. The mass of her tummy pushing down on her hips and pulling her lower spine forward carried with it a moment of awkwardness, but past experience kicked in swiftly and she adjusted without any real trouble.

A sense of movement caught her attention. It wasn't something she saw, but rather something she felt. It came from her abdomen and she ran her paws over the plump dome. It gave ever so gently but only so much, feeling just slightly plush to the palm. The underlying firmness was easily discovered, as was the subtle shape of something inside. Smokey continued to grope gently over her tummy until she came to realize what she was feeling. It wasn't a single something, there were two shapes, and their general configuration told her all she needed to know.

"Oh so that's where you two went. Guess the little boy-toy-friend is now the big mom. Explains why I'm hungry even though I'm still fat after eating you both," Smokey mused, then looked off into the middle distance, "How long did Shayna say I was supposed to keep them if she won the bet? A month? Something like that."

She continued to run her paws over her belly, finding it just a little addictive to fawn over the motherly swell she carried. Again, this wasn't anything new to her, though the circumstances made it slightly unusual. There came a stirring under her hide and it brought a soft gasp out of the blue followed by a thrum of delight. That was_very_ familiar. She long held deep, abiding adoration for feeling something living moving around inside her--doubly so if the person in question was safe and happy.

"Smokey, I know you're awake, can you hear me?"

"Hmm? Someone there?" the blue lady called out as she turned about to look for the source of the voice.

That spin brought with it all the forces of slinging so much mass around, including her vast chest. Now that she was upright, she could actually see past it--only to find that her pregnant stomach cut off any view below in its place. And that gravid dome presented a rather convenient shelf for her breasts to sit on top of. Who needed a bra when you could just get yourself knocked up so hard your gut could hold everything up?

Those sensations left Smokey a little weak in the knees. It was a sensation she wasn't quite used to just yet. It had been quite a while since her last visit to her feminine side. And with the influence imposed on her by Ivory and Shayna, things were substantially more tender in all the best ways possible.

"Ooo... that... felt good. I might want to play around with that. It might be hard going back to being a boy after a month," Smokey said, then paused, "Damn... what if I don't_want_ to go back? What if I want to stay like this?"

A sudden thrill rushed through her. A tingle--sharp and tantalizingly erotic--passed over her skin and she shivered. A soft moan of delight rose up out of her and she leaned forward a little, paws on her belly, legs forced apart slightly.

"The fuck was_that_?" she asked, "And how the hell do I do that again?"

"That's Ivory. You're feeling her excitement."

"Shayna? Is that you?" Smokey asked, standing back up and looking down at her belly as she groped it again, "I thought you two would be too small to talk yet. Are you both 'public friendly' size already?"

"That's right, it's me, and no I'm not talking to you from in there." Shayna said in the blue lady's mind, "I'm in your head, and so is Ivory. There was... a complication. Don't worry, nothing is wrong, it's not serious or bad. I just... underestimated something."

"Underestimated something... In my head... a complication," Smokey echoed, "Do I need to get the two of you out or something? Is the bet off?"

"No, no. The bet is still on. It's just... well... I didn't realize how easy it was to wind Ivory up with the whole 'my little boyfriend can eat you and he'll keep you all to himself' talk. I... may have pushed her over the edge." Shayna answered.

Smokey frowned a little and walked over to the bookcase behind her desk, lamenting the need to have the furniture resized to fit the new her if she was going to be spending a lot of time like this. She peered into the mirror that was centered within the middle of the bookcase intended to make the room seem bigger. Her reflection sent a pleasant thrill up her spine again, drinking in the curves and size. Shayna seemed to be similarly pleased.

"Damn that's a good look for you. If I wasn't in here looking out, I'd probably pounce you and pin you on the floor." the ghostly dragoness said.

"I have to admit, it_is_ a really good look. How long do I get to stay like this? Didn't you say 'if she can fit both of us in, then we spend at least a month in her belly, in whatever way she sees fit, and she gets to decide when she's had us for long enough'? What happens when I let you both out? Do I go back to how I was before?" Smokey asked, then thought to herself about how long she could get away with holding them both inside her.

A new thrill ran through her, similarly sharp to that first surprising wave, though not quite as intense. It lasted longer, lingering like a pleasing static shock.

"See that? Yeah, that's Ivory. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. We'll deal with the whole 'what happens when you let us go' when we get to that bridge. You see... Ivory has a deep seeded love of being taken the way she has been. She's almost always dominant over others. She enjoys that, especially if it's over someone she doesn't know all that well but they want her attention. But, with someone she knows and trusts, she enjoys being submissive--to a complete fault. She harbors this powerful, quiet wish to just... be claimed, entirely, her body taken and added to someone else's, used as just more padding on them. I... may have... inadvertently encouraged that impulse in her. That's why you're shaped like her now." Shayna explained.

"So I'm in her body? Or... her body is stretching me out? Like... a skin suit or something?" Smokey asked, feeling another little electric ripple wash slowly over her.

"That's one thing she's done in the past a few times. And yes, she does enjoy that, but this is different. Her body has been broken down and completely absorbed by you. You took her traits, her size, her... well... pretty much everything. Every time you say or think something that appeals to that side of her, it triggers that response. Try it out, even if it's just to tease." Shayna said.

Smokey paused, looked around the room for a moment as if worried she might have a witness, then did as Shayna suggested.

"I sure do like having Ivory's body. Maybe I'll just keep it all to myself since her curves and tits look so good on me." she said in a voice that wasn't terribly convincing of her earnestness.

Apparently, how serious she was didn't really matter. A powerful bolt of lightning struck between her loins and spread like a wildfire across the rest of her. The blue lady moaned aloud and gripped at her gravid stomach, falling forward again, this time almost to the floor. An impossible to ignore throb pulsed up from between her legs. It wasn't just her significantly enhanced member, but also the supple folds pursing and moistening, the walls within quivering as if at the prospect of being physically attended to. It was so powerful it was almost near enough to send the blue lady into orgasm.

"Holy fuck!" she cried.

"Yeeees," Shayna added, trying her best to not be overcome by the wave as well, "It's... it's pretty intense. And she's so wrapped up in the notion that she's bonded pretty closely with you. It happened so fast that she bypassed your predscape and went straight to full body-sharing. She even dragged me along with her. I doubt she intended to. This is what I really needed to talk to you about."

"She's... bonded... with me?" Smokey asked, panting as she righted herself again.

She resumed rubbing over her belly as that seemed to have a therapeutic effect. Though, she couldn't help but let a paw drift upwards to massage one of her enormous breasts. It was similarly therapeutic, though only in that it was like getting a fix after a really good high. The new arrangement might actually be kind of problematic now that she thought about it.

"Yeah, bonded. As in your soul and hers are joined. You're not completely fused, you're both still distinct beings, but she's latched onto you. Like two trees that grew too close to one another, you're sharing thoughts, feelings, emotions, sensations... of course, she's a little too blissed out by the whole situation to be of any real influence over you. I'm holding her back from falling completely into fusing with you. She wants it, even if she can't come back from it, she wants it. But since you didn't know about this, and I didn't know if you would have agreed, I thought it would be best to keep you two as separate as I could muster," Shayna explained, "But damn is it hard. She's pulling so strongly... and I gotta say, it does feel so damn good."

Smokey frowned a little as she looked back into the mirror, unsure she liked the sound of that.

"If she fuses with me... what happens to you?" she asked.

"We'll all be fine no matter what happens. One possibility is only she fuses with you, and you become an amalgam of the two of you, which would simplify our schedules, no more disagreements over sharing one another. Or... she and I both end up fusing with you... so you become a three-souled person, features from all three of us, a mind that is a mix of all three. It would be a little awkward a first, since owner and medical chief together, but I think we could make it work." Shayna said.

Smokey turned her head this way and that, trying to picture what she would look like with the three of them mashed together into one.

"I'll admit I'm a little curious... but... don't you think that might not be great in the long term? I mean... this can't be all that common. It's pretty unusual, right?" the blue lady asked.

"Where Ivory and I come from, it's actually *very common. It's how a lot of the heads of the great houses came to be. Multiple beings, multiple minds, multiple souls, all joining into one, the sum of their knowledge, wisdom, and experiences... that makes for a pretty potent leader of a clan,"* Shayna explained, then lowered her tone a little, "To say nothing for being pretty potent in general... they're usually not just the head of the clan, but they become the progenitor, a breeder for the family."

The pregnant blue lady blinked, letting that new information filter through her thoughts. Being permanently enlarged, permanently endowed, and permanently pregnant, simply producing offspring constantly to grow the clan. A might jolt raced through her as the part of her that was Ivory practically shrieked in delight in her mind.

"YEEEEEEES!!" the familiar sound of the shadow dragon's voice filled Smokey's thoughts.

Again, the dragoness crumpled, gasped, and fought to stay on her paws. A puddle was beginning to form under her. Oh it was terribly dangerous indeed. It would be oh so easy to just... consume Ivory, take her just as she wanted to be taken, and never release her, make the bond permanent. To become the new head of a nearly lost clan. It wasn't what Smokey's parents probably would have tried, but one couldn't argue with results if she ended up pumping out dozens--if not hundreds--of children over the coming decades.

"Oh my god," Smokey said utterly breathlessly, then filled her lungs again, "She...really wants that! I... I don't know if I can stop her!"

"Yeah," Shayna replied, similarly struggling against the bliss, "She's strong, and that's why I'm holding her back. At the very least, I wanted to give you time to think about it. If you decide it's what you want, I'll let go of her and she'll join with you completely, like drops of water. If you decide you don't want it, then I can help you break the bond and you can put us in the two little bodies you've grown for us. And... if instead... you want all three of us to join... I can't say I would be upset."

That presented an interesting problem. Smokey could permanently join with her mate. The two of them would share a body, mind, and soul. Ivory would be joined with them as well. It made her wonder if her personality would be completely dissolved in so powerful a pair of minds, but she felt certain Shayna would help her avoid that. To be joined permanently with the one you love in such a manner--it was deeper than any union ceremony she had ever heard of. There was an appeal to it... but perhaps it was something to consider later.

"How long can you keep this up?" Smokey asked, suddenly worried about the strain being put on Shayna.

"I can hold this for as long as you like. It's not like I'm hurting, it's just a strong temptation to fight against. Explore it, give it some thought, have some fun with Ivory's body. She wants you to. In fact, you're probably going to start feeling just how intense her lust and gluttony are pretty soon. I'll help you wrangle it as best I can, but it's a lot to deal with. Trust me, I know from experience." Shayna said.

"Sirius and Brian are going to go nuts when they see me. They'll want to climb all over, in, and through me. And depending on how long this lasts, we just might end up with a few dragon-wolf-fox pups out of the situation." Smokey said.

The notion of ending up impregnated by Sirius and Brian, impregnating them, or both, summoned a might trill of delight from Ivory that rumbled away in Smokey's mind. She couldn't stop it from spilling over into her. A deep, happy, expectant purr oozed out of the big blue lady. It was so easy to entice Ivory with all manner of lewd ideas, which then would only reinforce Smokey's thoughts on how good those ideas actually were. The cyclical nature worried her a little, but she couldn't find the will to maintain that worry.

"Yeah, they're gonna end up lodged in you somewhere I'm sure. But they should end up directed to your predscape. Ivory here is a special case. I'll see if I can't direct her that way so we can have a conversation about the whole fusion matter sometime. Until then, I suggest you just enjoy yourself. Just a heads up, you're probably going to get a lot hungrier a lot more often, and well... I'm sure you've already felt it not going away... but Ivory's almost constantly... um... in the mood. Just thought you should be aware." Shayna said.

"She's always horny? That's no shock." Smokey replied.

"No... not quite that... she's almost always... in heat." Shayna said in a somewhat timid voice.

Smokey blinked upon hearing that. Suddenly the ever-present warmth between her legs--and the fact that it was slowly growing warmer--suddenly made a lot more sense.

"She always feels this way? That explains a_lot_ of her behavior. Why didn't you tell me this?" Smokey asked.

Shayna's presence shrank a little in Smokey's mind, like she was contracting in on herself in a gesture of defending herself. When she spoke again, her voice was smaller too, as if she were hoping to avoid angering the blue drake.

"Well... to be fair... I feel it too, but I managed to find a way to control it. Before I did that, it was a little off-putting for many people and I didn't want to frighten you." she said.

Smokey rubbed her thighs together a little and grunted softly. The act alone only seemed to make things worse. She was definitely going to need Sirius and Brian to help out. Or maybe a few others who happened to be bigger. She was about to make an attempt to sit down in her chair to see if it was at all still useable when she was stopped by a new startling sensation. It made her gasp as she shot back upright. As it so happened, she was still facing the mirror, and it gave her a view she would not otherwise have. There, under one of her pendulous breasts, was a visible paw print pushing into the soft, warm, tender flesh as if an invisible assailant were there fondling her. That touch--and it was a very real touch--wasn't just surprising that it happened at all, but that Smokey wasn't ready for the rather powerful tactile pleasure that came from it.

"Ooo... just... what in the hell was what?" she asked, nearly slurring her words a little.

"That's a little something new. Last time Ivory decided to get greedy and claim me like this, I started experimenting with ways I could get back at her, like constantly teasing and fondling her... from inside. I've gotten pretty good at it. And then she went and learned how to do it when she took a turn riding sidecar in me. When she gets a little bit clearer head--if she does--you can expect your 'wife-in-law' as she likes to think of herself to start molesting you at all hours of the day and night like you've got a very kinky poltergeist haunting you." Shayna explained, then slipped her ghostly paw up along the weighty swell to give Smokey's nipple a gentle squeeze.

It made the blue lady bite her lower lip and moan. She even lifted a paw to cup where Shayna was so "rudely" teasing her. What she found was the invisible palm actually had a sense of substance to it. It was indeed invisible, but Smokey could actually_feel_ the presence of a paw preventing her from reaching her own hide underneath it. That meant she might be able to drag the hand away--or perhaps better guide it.

"This is... going to be... ooo... an interesting month." Smokey said through soft gasps and hisses.

"Maybe longer. Now, I'll stop being naughty and let you try to get back to work. Or maybe go get something to eat. If you hurry, they might still have breakfast in the dining hall." Shayna replied.

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry, and I'm eating for three after all." Smokey said.

The paw on the blue lady's breast slipped away, but then was quickly replaced by the sensation of a pair of arms wrapping around her from behind. The ghostly presence of the angelic dragoness pressing against Smokey's back warmed her pleasantly. She even felt a gentle breath wash over her neck, making her hair stand on end briefly. Then the voice changed, no longer sounding like it was entirely in her head, but being whispered sweetly in her ear.

"I love you. I know you'll take good care of us, and we'll take good care of you too." Shayna said.

The blue dragoness leaned back against the ghostly presence, finding there to be actual support keeping her from falling onto her back. It made her wonder just how far this 'haunting' could go. Visions of her being down on all fours in bed while an invisible Shayna or Ivory humped away at her from behind stirred in her mind. Ivory caught a hold of that image and a wave of ecstatic electricity slowly poured over her like lazily sinking into a tingling hot tub.

"Mmm, I love you too." Smokey replied.

The presence disappeared far too soon and the blue drake was left standing there, feeling slightly alone--at least physically--before she sensed Shayna returning to Ivory's 'side', giving both the azure lady and the shadow dragon she had bonded with something of a small respite from the intensity of the new arrangement. It granted the dragoness a little clarity of thought. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she was indeed_very_ hungry, much more than she had assumed when she woke up. With that, she turned towards the double doors leading out of her office, not caring in the slightest what kinds of stares she would draw walking out in public as she was.

Just as she reached for the doorknob--which was amusingly a little too small for her large paws now--a knock came from the other side. It startled Smokey and she jerked her arm back in surprised.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Is Miss Ivory in there with you?" came a voice from outside.

"Um... it's complicated?" Smokey replied.

"May I come in?" asked the voice, "I've been looking for her."

"Uh, sure... just a sec," the large blue lady said, then lowered her voice to speak to herself, "Guess we get to see how people react to 'mega-MILF'."

She gripped the doorknob, twisted it, and pulled both doors open.

---

Ivory's Guest

As the doors were pulled open, the two on either side could finally address each other face to face. One looked down while the other looked up; both a little stunned with what they saw. Smokey was faced with an avian woman of trim, athletic build, only somewhat modestly dressed, and dark of plumage. She wasn't entirely bird, possessing some very obvious feline features, such as her feet-paws, and a long slender tail. Gryphons weren't uncommon around the Inn, but Smokey didn't have the pleasure of interacting with them directly terribly often. She was nude, exposing not just the pitch black of her fur and feathers, but the intricate gold tattoos that traced across portions of her fit frame. It also exposed the fact that she wasn't entirely female either--so to speak. Above average was how the blue dragoness would have ranked the avian's equipment--but then the Inn graded everyone on a very generous curve.

Meanwhile the avian herself was drinking in the site before her. She had seen the blue drake she had been told owned and ran the resort, and while there were numerous features that matched, the small, slender fellow was not what stood in the doorway. This mountain of curves and swells left her slightly stunned, reminding her heavily of Ivory--and for good reason she wasn't aware of yet. For a brief moment, both were silent; one feeling slightly awkward, the other staring in absolute awe. Finally, Smokey was the first to speak.

"Um... hello. You said you were looking for Ivory?" she asked.

"Oh!" the gryphon cried as she was jerked from her silent stare, "Yes! Yes, I was looking for her. She had asked me to meet her somewhere, but... she never showed up. I was wondering if you knew where she was."

"Well... yes, I do know where she is... but she's um... she's currently unavailable. Come on in and I'll explain." Smokey said.

The gryphon walked in and peered around the office as the large blue lady closed the doors behind her to give them a little privacy. It probably would not have mattered much, but it was a habit she had gotten into.

"Nice office. Guess the owner lets you use it whenever he's not here?" the feathered lady asked.

Smokey chuckled a little and blushed a bit.

"You could say that. Scheduling is pretty easy since... you know... we're one and the same," she said, then extended a sizable paw towards the shorter lady in a proper greeting, "I'm Smokescale Aquatos... or just Smokey for short."

The dark avian blinked and stared at the paw before tentatively taking it, her own palm vanishing almost completely into the larger one.

"Oh! You... um... you've gone through some changes since last you were pointed out to me," she replied, "I'm Ayleth."

"Yeah... that's a bit of an understatement, and they were pretty recent too. Wasn't exactly something I planned on, but... well... here we are!" Smokey said with a slightly bashful chuckle, "Pleasure to meet you, Ayleth. Did Ivory say what she wanted to talk to you about... or... what she wanted you around for?"

"A pleasure," Ayleth replied, trying her best not to stare at the tall dragon's chest--something she had trouble avoiding when she was around Ivory too, "She was kind of vague about it. Something to do with wanting my help celebrating some kind of holiday?"

Smokey nodded and moved to sit down on the nearby sofa in the hopes of reducing the height difference at least a little. It didn't help all that much, and it only helped to frame her plump belly as well as the sizable presence of her semi-firm length and the two orbs it was draped over. She was just going to have to get used to having everything on display no matter what position or posture she took.

"Right... a holiday. She was looking to celebrate something called 'Vore Day'. I think she intended to eat you... as well as several of my guests. That's going to be awfully difficult now. Her sister decided to intervene with a plan of her own. Shayna--her sister--brought her here and had me swallow them both instead. Sort of a sibling rivalry, all in good fun kind of thing. They even made a bet as to whether or not I could do it and-" Smokey gave her gravid stomach a gentle pat, "Here they are!"

Ayleth's eyes widened as she looked from Smokey's face down to her stomach--taking a not so short look at her chest again. When she gazed upon the round bulge propping up those ample breasts, she furrowed her brow a little. Something about this didn't quite make sense to her. It was too small to fit the rather large dragoness she had been so well acquainted with, let alone someone else with her. It meant they weren't actually, physically_inside_ the blue's stomach anymore.

"You... ate them both? And... digested them... that fast?" the gryphoness asked.

"I sure did. It was... an experience... getting them in. And then I kinda fell into a food coma. When I woke up, I was like this. I guess they decided I'd look better if I was shaped more like them. And of course, things being the way they are around here--and apparently how my body works--I've got their new bodies already in progress," Smokey explained, giving her gut a generous rub, "It's kind of weird knowing you're pregnant with your girlfriend and her sister."

That caught the avian lady off guard. She wasn't all that familiar with the whole practice to begin with, but to add to it the notion that the devoured weren't truly gone, but being remade by the very creature that had eaten them--that was rather startling news.

"So... you can eat someone... digest them... then just... give birth to them?" Ayleth asked.

"That's one way it works around here, sure. This seems to be how it works for me specifically. It's not like I set it up to do that, it just sort of... defaulted to it. Usually, when someone's eaten and they go away, they'll just sort of_POP_ back into existence somewhere on the grounds. Frequently in their room if they're a guest. It's one of the big attractions of this place." the big blue lady said with a smile, trying to make it sound as routine--and even entertaining--as she could.

"And that's what Ivory wanted to do to me... eat me and have me just... reappear somewhere?" Ayleth asked.

"Probably. I'm not too sure though. Ivory kind of operates on her own set of rules. I don't know exactly how she handles the people she eats. Recent discoveries suggest to me she likes making the people she eats part of herself long term... maybe even permanently. It_would_ explain why she has such massive breasts... and now why I've got them." Smokey said as she gazed down at her chest, even giving the vast bust a gently fondle and wobble.

"She adds the people she eats to her tits!?" Ayleth cried in shock.

"That's my best guess. But I'd also guess that they enjoy it quite a bit, because from what I'm hearing from her right now, she's--how did Shayna put it--'blissed out' at the moment," Smokey explained, before frowning a little realizing that the gryphon might not be taking this all that well, "I'm sorry if this is disturbing for you to learn. If you'd prefer we can stop talking about it. I was just about to run get something to eat for breakfast. You can join me if you like."

"No, it's not that-" Ayleth said, prepared to insist that she wasn't at all disturbed but actually rather fascinated by the whole matter, but then she was caught by the curious statement, "Wait... breakfast? You ate two full grown dragons... and you're still hungry?"

Smokey blushed and grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, funny that. All the changes I went through--not to mention being rather pregnant with twins--eats up a lot of calories. I was kind of surprised that I was hungry too," she said, just before her stomach growled audibly, making her chuckle, "See what I mean?"

"Is gluttony something that just comes with being a dragon?" Ayleth asked.

"You'd think so, given how prevalent it is. That said, I've met quite a few people who weren't dragons who were just as gluttonous--if not more. I think we just attract that particular demographic." Smokey answered.

"You said something a moment ago... about how Ivory is... 'blissed out'. What do you mean by that? Is she awake in there?" Ayleth asked, pointing at the blue lady's gravid middle.

Smokey tried to look down at her stomach, only able to see a relatively small portion of it over her pronounced bust. She gave the curve another gentle squeeze and shook her head.

"No, it's a bit more complicated than that. I'm not sure how this works exactly. I'm new to this particular kind of arrangement. See, both Shayna and Ivory--because they're part of me right now--they're sort of... in my head? I can hear them when they talk to me. Ivory's not doing much other than moaning at the moment because apparently this whole situation is a huge turn on for her. But it's kinda like... they're haunting me? I guess?" the blue lady said, sounding a little unsure about how she had described it.

As if to further illustrate the point, one of her breasts was suddenly hoisted up. A visible indentation in the soft flesh showed some invisible hand-paw lifting the great swell, making the blue lady moan softly.

"Haunting... right... so you can hear them talk to you, and they can mess with you physically. That's... interesting. Since they don't have a physical form, messing with you like that is the only way they get to have any sort of... um...fun. At least... until you let them go or something?" Ayleth asked.

"Like I said, I'm new to all of this. Apparently by winning the bet, I get to keep them for at least a month." Smokey said just before letting out a loud huff the instant her breast was dropped again.

"I wonder what that's like." the gryphon asked in a thoughtful voice.

"Find yourself a couple of people who'll volunteer to be your tits for a while and you can find out for yourself." Smokey said as she quickly regained her composure.

"Not really what I meant but... not a bad thought," Ayleth said, then paused quietly for a brief while as she pondered the matter.

Smokey sensed a sort of inner conversation going on in the gryphon, no doubt about the very things they had been discussing. She made a leap in logic that she thought she might end up regretting, but she tried it anyway because the innkeeper in her wanted to be a good host--or hostess now--and provide her guests with whatever they might want.

"Since Ivory's not available at the moment to do the whole Vore Day thing... do you... want_me_... to eat you?" the dragoness asked.

Ayleth blinked as she looked up at the seated lady before her. Either this Smokey had the ability to read minds, or the gryphon was just that transparent in her thoughts.

"I... um... well... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least curious," the dark feathered lady said, hesitating only briefly before finally continuing, "Would it... would it let me be close? With Ivory?"

There came a firm presence between Smokey's nethers, as if there was a hand being plunged in and working feverishly on those supple folds. It stole her breath away and soaked the couch under her in the process. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she just seemed to know that it was Ivory doing that, not Shayna. Clearly the idea appealed to the shadow dragon in her, and Shayna didn't seem to have anything against the notion. Though, the angelic lady did try to slow her sister down enough to let Smokey remain clear headed.

"If I'm reading what she's trying to tell me right... I think she really--*really*--wants it. If you end up in the same kind of state as them, then yes, you will_absolutely_ be able to be close to Ivory. Just... be careful in there... apparently she's the sort that makes it really easy to be engulfed by her." the blue lady said.

"She's teased me about putting me in her tits and leaving me there plenty of times before. I didn't know she meant it like this," the gryphoness explained, "I'll be honest... it... doesn't sound all that bad."

"Okay... um... then I'll try to make sure that's where you end up?" Smokey said, still sounding a little uncertain.

"I can help with that, if that's what she really wants, and it's what you want. I don't think Ivory would mind her joining us like this, would you, sister?" Shayna said, whispering her ghost-like voice in Smokey's ear.

Ivory simply moaned quietly in the background, leaving little doubt to her approval. It left the blue lady wondering if Ivory would be this incapacitated for the entire time she might spend in this state. At least she was enjoying herself.

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Dessert

"Okay," Ayleth said, as if securing some sort of agreement, "So... how do we start? Do you just pick me up and put me in your mouth or..."

"Well, if you're still a little nervous about the whole thing, we could start a little slower, get you warmed up to the notion first." Smokey said.

"What, like cuddle? Making out?" the gryphon asked rather bluntly, not as though she were mocking, but simply speaking bluntly.

In all honesty, that_did_ sound like a rather effective strategy, so Smokey agreed to it straight away.

"If that's what works for you, sure! I wouldn't presume to know how often you kiss with people you've only just met, but then... well, we're talking about me eating you so... kind of buries the lede." the dragoness said before giving the cushion next to her a pat.

Ayleth moved towards the sofa, settling there comfortably even though there wasn't all that much room left thanks to the size of the large drake next to her, but she made do. Once there, she leaned in against the dragoness, pressing a cheek against her curved stomach. A soft, pleased rumble rose up out of Smokey as the gryphon made contact. It was a rather lovely little bit of attention, made better by the addition of the smaller lady's palms finding their way to her stomach to caress and squeeze. It was a terribly comfortable place to be--both for the avian nestled in against the large, warm figure next to her as well as the dragoness providing that figure.

Smokey draped an arm around her new companion, gently squeezing her into the side of her tummy. The act alone sent a soft tingle up her spine. She rather enjoyed having this new strength and size. There had been some enjoyment of it before when she wasn't quite this large, but this seemed to amplify it. No doubt, a big reason why it was so much stronger was due to Ivory's presence and influence. As soon as she heard a happy little trill coming from the bird, she grinned. A quiet, happy, little sigh rose up out of her as she settled in.

For several moments, the two remained just as they were. Then, unprompted, Ayleth changed her posture. She turned about and lifted her head, pressing up against one of Smokey's breasts. She opened her beak and wrapped it around the sizable nipple just before her. It was akin to trying to fit a soda can into her mouth, but the feathered lady managed, and she clamped down gently on it. A soft hiss escaped the blue drake as the gryphon began to suckle. A steady stream of warm, rich, sweet milk flowed forth, offering the smaller lady all she might wish to enjoy. Smokey pressed a palm against the back of her head, encouraging her to continue, and so she did.

The quiet sound of suckling drifted lazily through the office, interrupted only briefly by the occasional hum of pleasure or soft stimulated exhalation. The two ladies were quite content with this new arrangement, tempting the blue drake to keep the gryphon right where she was. She began to imagine Ayleth cradled in one arm as she walked, beak firmly wrapped around one of her nipples, simply touring the Inn, making her rounds while nursing the sweet gryphon. It was a lovely little mental image, one that lingered for minutes--minutes that seemed like hours--before finally, the avian pulled back. She gasped softly for breath and lifted a paw to wipe her beak. The two had lingered like that for long enough such that Ayleth's stomach was decidedly full. She now sported a visible paunch, large enough to make one wonder if she was heavy with eggs. The soft, warm, sloshing tummy she now sported was quite the source of curiosity.

"Oh wow... I... I think I over did it a little. I didn't know you had that much to drink." Ayleth said as she gazed down at her pregnant-looking stomach.

"I didn't know I did either... and it doesn't feel like I've lost anything. I could be wrong about this but... I think Ivory just... constantly produces. Or at least... I do now that she's given me these." Smokey said as she hoisted both her breasts up in emphasis.

That was a mistake. She shuddered feeling the sensitivity strike a particularly powerful nerve. She would need to refrain from doing that if she wanted to keep from falling into a writhing, moaning, needy mass of lust.

"Well... I've had my fill. Guess it's only fair that you get yours, right?" the gryphoness asked.

"I suppose so," Smokey replied, helping to lift the smaller lady as she began climbing up the blue drake's front, "If at any point you decide you want to stop, just let me know. Okay?"

"Pretty sure there's gonna be a point of no return, but... I'll keep that in mind." Ayleth said.

For a brief, awkward moment, the two just gazed at one another, then Smokey somewhat timidly leaned in, trying to initiate. She tenderly pressed her lips to the gryphon's beak, hoping to start slowly and build up as Ayleth felt comfortable. It didn't take much encouragement. The feathered lady pressed into the kiss readily, though her enthusiasm was muted, no doubt wishing to enjoy a sense of gentle passion first. And gentle it was; slow and delicate, the two finding one another and feeling out each one's limits. The size difference made the act slightly awkward, but not for terribly long. In only a few moments, the two found they were able to enjoy one another's affection in spite of--or perhaps actively because of--how much larger Smokey's muzzle was.

A few soft moans passed between them as their interest grew more intense. A heat began to build in the dragon, starting down below, between her legs. It forced her to rub her thighs together and furrow her brow with the effort to not push too far, too fast. Ayleth meanwhile didn't seem to notice the lady's difficulties. She was already losing herself in the moment as well. It took very little suggestion for her own length to begin to throb and pulse, lightly drooling across the dragon's chest. The two quickly began breathing more heavily, moving their paws to grope over one another more frantically. Reason was giving way to desire, and just as the drake began considering a different bit of fun, a mighty growl came from her domed belly. It didn't make her blush this time. She just responded.

As Smokey pulled away from the kiss as if to take a breath and then return, she parted her jaws wider this time, surrounding the whole of the gryphon's head in one fluid motion. She didn't even stop there. She pressed forward until her chin was pressed against Ayleth's cleavage. Her tongue lapped up along the dark lady's throat and beak while she trapped her by sealing her lips. A hum of satisfaction surrounded the gryphon who was now beginning to pant. She lowered a paw to her groin and began stroking her aching spire. She could have stayed exactly like that and found her way to climax without difficulty. The dragoness was not so content.

The blue lady opened her jaws again and swallowed, pulling the gryphon's head and shoulders into her throat. Ayleth's chest landed against that broad, slick tongue and she began mashing herself against it, sliding this way and that to revel in the feeling of something so warm and slippery gliding against her figure. The dragoness gripped at the smaller lady's legs, pushing her further in as she swallowed once more. The dark spire the gryphon had been tending to was now drooling across Smokey's tongue while her neck bulged with Ayleth's presence. Hunger had claimed her, as well as a desire to devour this specific morsel. She moaned around the gryphon and fondled what of her form her tongue could reach, sampling every inch of her.

There was an odd sense of dissatisfaction, small though it was. Smokey found herself wishing Ayleth had been as big as Ivory had been. She wished she could swallow someone so much larger than herself again, if only to delight in stretching so very far, and finally being so very full. Since she was so much larger now, she would have trouble finding anyone who would satisfy that itch. Perhaps she could shrink herself down next time. That might help get her what she found she longed for. It was a thought to dwell on later. For now, she had a meal in her jaws and she intended to savor it.

Ayleth moaned louder, her voice muffled deep in the dragon's gullet. She rocked her hips, grinding against the exploring tongue. She had been quick to approach climax--so quick that it rather surprised her. Perhaps this was something she should explore again in the future. If all encounters of this sort were this pleasing, she might very well have found a new 'sport' to engage in. With Smokey's help, she rolled forward against the tongue until she turned rigid. Her toes splayed apart and she loosed a screech in the drake's throat. Thick rope after thick rope gushed forth into Smokey's maw. The blue lady tipped her head back and gulped, ensuring that there wouldn't be a mess to clean up. At least, no mess from Ayleth.

Below, her loins quivered and pursed, set aflame by the act. She could feel how close she was, but she had not actually reached climax yet. The dragoness gulped the gryphon down, pulling all but her feet-paws and tail out of sight. The bulge in her neck writhed and squirmed all the way down until it disappeared into her chest. One last mighty swallow tugged Ayleth completely into her maw, only to vanish down her gullet. The wriggling swell glided smoothly along its way until the dragon's gut surged outward gently. It wasn't a tremendous addition to her girth, but it was more than enough to be a visible gain in mass. Smokey groped at her bloated stomach and groaned, amazed at how the very act had been enough to get her on edge so readily. Had this been how Ivory felt every time she devoured someone?

A rumble gave the dragon's belly reason to quake before a very unladylike belch escaped, echoing through the office. She sighed and licked her lips before gazing down at her middle again. She could see subtle motion along the top of the curve, the odd paw print here and there. Clearly Ayleth wasn't done squirming, and from how it felt, it seemed she wasn't done with just one orgasm.

"Ooo... I hope... you enjoyed yourself... that was...very pleasant... a lot more than I expected," Smokey said to her tummy, "Everything okay in there?"

She didn't get any sort of answer other than a very muffled cry of elation. No doubt the gryphon had managed another orgasm, making the blue grin a little. A new tingle was rising up in her. The idea that her meal had found pleasure enough while inside her to hit another peak tickled her tremendously. Then a gurgle and a groan sounded and the blue lady gasped, leaning forward slightly. Her stomach was eager to do its job.

Smokey closed her eyes and breathed out a long, moaning breath. The noise of her stomach grew louder as the gryphon cried out a third time. The dome clenched, squeezing tight as it began to shrink, returning to the size it had been prior to the dragon's meal. A mighty wave of exhilaration washed over the azure lady as she found herself in terrible need. She turned and laid herself down along the couch. A paw moved past her rounded middle to grope at her shaft. It was painfully rigid and coated liberally in its own clear, sticky oozings. She pumped furiously as her body made immediate use of the gryphon. The blue drake's chest swelled, gaining a visible increase in mass. Her abdomen began to swell once more, weight pressing down on her as what had been twins suddenly became triplets. Milk began to slowly seep from her nipples, unable to hold back the generous bounty being created within.

A roar filled the room as the dragon was pushed at last to her end. A jet of seed flew into the air, only to land right back on top of her, creating a large splatter across her larger, more motherly stomach. Another followed shortly after, adding to the mess. Her nethers quivered and pursed again, gushing forth across the upholstery under her as the blue lady was rocked by not one but two orgasms. The very act of digesting and absorbing the overwhelmed gryphon had sent the dragoness over the edge. She discovered this particular revelation was a somewhat dangerous one, the latest of many she had come to understand about her new form. She shoved away the memory of Shayna's warning that she might end up eating everyone at the Inn as she finally--after what felt like ages--began to ease down from the high of lust. She was a terrible mess, as was the couch.

"Fuck... that was... god damn." Smokey managed to sputter out.

"Quite the experience, wasn't it? You should be careful. That's Ivory bleeding through and it's very easy to get caught up in it. There have been periods where she just gave in and went on week or even month long benders, just indulging herself endlessly, usually resulting in the odd small town disappearing into her stomach. If you're not careful, you might end up eating everyone in the Inn." Shayna said in a calming voice.

That balm of self-control she provided was a welcome addition. Smokey panted heavily as she groped at her belly, able to feel her third occupant's new form resting silently in her womb, waiting for Ayleth to claim it, take command, and be born again. How long that would take was still up for debate. The sound of Ivory's moans had died down, no doubt because she had been placated for the moment. However, a new voice had joined the shadow dragon's noises, and it was Ayleth. She was--in a sense--wrapped up with Ivory, the two of them throwing themselves into the moment.

"I... I'm gonna... need your help... Shayna... I can't... restrain them... by myself." Smokey huffed out.

"I know, and I'm going to help all I can. For now, just enjoy yourself. Indulge... at least a little... just try not to get too... enthusiastic. I'll pull you back if you start to go off the deep end." the hidden angelic dragoness said.

With that assurance of aid secured, the blue lady grunted and strained to sit herself up. She leaned forward over the edge of the sofa, her sac, shaft, and gut hanging towards the ground as she tried to steady herself, paws on her wide-spread legs. Her waistline wasn't all that had grown. She could feel a definite addition of mass between her legs. It would be so easy to fall into an addiction of eating others and just adding them to herself like that. Shayna had her work keeping the blue sane cut out for herself.

Once Smokey was confident she could stand without falling down, she made the attempt. The instant the new weight settled on her hips, her now even larger length pulsed hard once more, leaving a little splatter on the floor. She grumbled a little, still somewhat winded.

"Shit... housekeeping is going to have a fit." Smokey said.

She turned and walked to the only other door in the room. It led to a small bathroom originally intended to fit the blue drake in her 'natural' height. She was substantially taller--and wider-- now, but she was confident she could squeeze in. Amazingly, she managed it without knocking anything down or destroying the door. A quick rinse off saw her belly cleaned up. It was almost impossible to reach her groin to clean it properly with what facilities were available, but she tried anyway. It was too tempting to lean into the desire again, so she indulged once more. The blue lady slumped against the shower wall and stroked herself to another sticky, messy orgasm once again. It dulled the fire burning away inside her, but only by so much, and it was already beginning to roar right back to life by the time she finished cleaning up the second mess.

Once dried, the dragoness returned to her office and sighed, looking over the sticky horror that was the sign of the past couple of hours. It was going to be a hefty job cleaning it up. She would need to do something to make it worth housekeeping's while. Otherwise they might revolt against her, put her in a maid uniform, and force her to work housekeeping for however long they decided she should. That wasn't altogether an unwelcome idea. Smokey began to picture herself in such an outfit, and it made her giggle. She caught herself, gasping as the fire of Ivory's intense, constant lust roared stronger before being squashed back down.

"Fuck... really? That's all it takes? Just a simple naughty thought?" Smokey asked, talking to herself.

"That's all it takes." Shayna replied.

"Find them!! Get the outfit!! Use it to entice others so they'll mount us!! Then eat them!!" Ivory roared in Smokey's ears.

The blue lady lifted her paws, pressing them down over her ears as they flattened down against her head. It was a pointless gesture. Ivory was in her mind, driving her onward to other, more debaucherous acts, and she was going to have a hell of a time keeping her under control.

"Maybe later!!" Smokey shouted.

Her stomach growled angrily, demanding to be fed again. She sighed and finally moved her paws back to the cranky swell.

"It's still early enough that they'll be serving breakfast up in the dining hall. You should hurry if you want to get in on the buffet." Shayna suggested.

"I probably should," Smokey agreed, then giggled a little, "Or I could just eat a few people, that'd do the trick."

"It would, but going forward, I'm not adding anyone else to this little arrangement of ours. Ayleth's making it more difficult. They both want to bond and fuse. Better just keep them solid in your gut, send them to your predscape, or let them reform." Shayna explained.

"Right, I'll keep that in mind." Smokey replied.

The large dragoness turned and waddled towards the doors, leaving the office behind. As she began making her way towards the dining hall--drawing a number of stares, and even leaving a sticky, milky trail as everything dribbled from her--she began to ponder something. She felt terribly good, and it made her wonder just_how_ long she could get away with staying like this.

The original bet had been at minimum a month. A full month with Shayna and Ivory as part of her, the fullness of this new body and its heightened sensitivity, its urges and needs. It was terribly alluring. Then she recalled mention of it running for longer if she desired. The word 'permanent' had been used at one point. Smokey grinned as she began to let her hips pop a little as she walked, giving her gait a bit of a sway. A little purr danced up out of her.

"You know... I think I could get used to being like this. It's more graceful than I thought. I don't feel like a bull in a china shop. You three don't mind sticking around until I get tired of it, do you?" Smokey asked, grinning as there came no answer--likely because Shayna was distracted handling Ivory and Ayleth, "Yeah, I didn't think so."

The motherly blue drake didn't see herself_ever_ really getting tired of being the 'new her'. And the thought did bring a rather pronounced wave of delight from all three of her passengers, not just Ivory this time. Smokey would have to give it some thought. It was unwise to make such decisions on an empty stomach, and she was terribly hungry. She was eating for four after all.

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