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Slip n Slide

Felix looked down doubtfully at the two humans as they stepped into the large room he usually met people in. Alex, his erstwhile servant, introduced the other man at his side as Henry.

“Let me get this straight,” Felix said. “You came here - willingly, or so Alex tells me - to be my dinner?”

Henry bobbed his head eagerly. “Yes sir, uh, mister, uh, my lor-”

“Sir will do fine. Or just dragon, since I call all of you humans.” Felix interjected.

“Right you are sir. Uh, but about the human thing, Alex had said…” Henry trailed off at the look in the dragon’s eyes, but Felix had swung his gaze to his servant. Alex had a medium build, with black, short-cropped hair and simple clothes. He also had an excellent poker face, which he displayed now as Felix looked at him.

“You said what, precisely?” the dragon asked.

“Just that you might be willing to reward such a willing meal with a display of transformation. Henry here would dearly love to be an otter, you see.”

Felix swung his huge head back to the other human standing in front of him. “You don’t look like an otter,” the dragon said. Indeed, aside from some body hair peeking out of his white shirt and dark skin resembling an otter’s brown pelt, there was little to compare.

“Well, that’s just it sir. My friends and I, we pretend sometimes. And that’s how I met Alex, but he said he could make some of my pretending true. Or you could, at any rate.”

“What pretending did you have in mind?”

“Well, the being an otter, sir. An anthro otter, really. And the eating me thing, sir, that too.”

Felix shook his head, light playing off his emerald scales and dancing around the room. “Now, don’t misunderstand me, I love to eat people. But I feel like I have to point out it’s a one way trip down my throat. You won’t have much time to enjoy your otter…ness.”

“More time than I’ve ever had before, sir.”

The dragon glanced at his servant, and Alex nodded encouragingly. Felix sighed.

“Well, I suppose there’s no real chance of you making a habit of it, is there?”

“No sir.”

“Alright. Stand just there, and focus hard on the image of what you want to become. I’m going to breathe fire on you, and it will tingle, but it won’t hurt. I have to burn away your current form.”

Henry was practically vibrating with excitement. He shut his eyes, holding them tightly closed as Felix lowered his head and opened his jaws. Fire washed over the man, somehow leaving the wooden floor he stood on untouched. Curling lines of smoke twisted up from Henry’s form. And when the fire cleared, a man sized otter stood there on two paws, blinking as it examined its body.

“Oh wow,” exclaimed Henry. His voice sounded the same, but everything about his appearance had been altered. His long, sinuous body ran much further down his height now, leaving him with shorter, stubbier legs and arms. A thick but sleek tail thumped behind him as he twisted around to see it, whiskers twitching on his face as he rubbed his paws over his smooth fur.

The otter’s clothes had been burned away in the fire, and the man had not lost his equipment. A sizeable sheath rested between his legs, and Henry’s attention turned here last. He reached a paw down, then hesitated and looked up at the dragon. “Uh, sorry, it’s just, this was part of the fantasy and I wanted to see how everything had changed.”

“Don’t mind me,” Felix rumbled. “I’ve never understood how you humans got by with your junk always on display.”

“Well, its not just anatomical interest sir. If it’s alright, I’d like to see how it looks, uh, you know..”

“Erect?”

“Yes sir.”

“Alex,” Felix growled. “Since you brought our my dinner here, how about you show him a good time before I eat him.”

At the dragon’s words, Henry shivered, and a pinkish tip appeared at the opening of his sheath.

Felix observed it with one sparkling eye, then titled up to meet Henry’s. “And maybe I’ll contribute by telling him how smoothly he’ll slide down my throat with that sleek new body.” The dragon opened his jaws slowly, revealing the cavernous depths of his throat as he did so.

Henry’s new penis was rock hard and fully exposed by the time Alex had walked across the room to kneel at the anthro otter’s paws. Felix wasn’t surprised to see his servant get right to work, licking up the mustelid’s cock and immediately mouthing the first third.

The dragon had no estimation for inches, since his own pride was measured in feet. Certainly the otter was bigger than Alex - when had the human taken his clothes off? Henry was enjoying himself, using those webbed paws to force Alex’s head down repeatedly to the sheath. The dragon enjoyed hearing the wet slurping and squelching noises as his servant applied himself.

Then Alex was rising, spit connecting him to the bone-stiffened shaft. Henry made whimpering noises, but the human wasn’t done. Felix watched his servant walk to a chair by the door, bending over at the waist to grab the armrests, spreading his legs and his ass wide.

The otter followed like he was tied to a leash, tail sliding smoothly on the polished wooden floor. Felix couldn’t see well with a furry rump in the way, but he didn’t think the otter stopped to thrust. He practically walked his cock to the hilt in Alex, the human moaning with abandon now as he was impaled. Henry’s ass flexed, the tail flagging up as the anthro otter pumped his hips hard. In seconds it was over, his newfound nuts scrunching up to his body, his own voice crying out in ecstasy.

As the former human was recovering, Felix spoke behind him. “Feet first, or headfirst.” Henry turned, his cock slipping out of Alex’s ass with a wet slurping noise, otter cum dripping out onto the floor.

“Headfirst, sir. I want to slip down your throat like a slide.”

“Well we all appreciate a man who knows what he likes, right Alex?”

The human mumbled something, but Felix wasn’t paying attention. He lowered his head to the floor.

“Just dive right in,” the dragon said. He opened his jaws wide. The otter took him at his word. He heard running steps, then a thump as the anthro kicked off and sailed between his teeth. The mustelid slid halfway into his throat before his thick tail, unintentionally lifted up, pulled him to a stop. The dragon ran his tongue over that sleek furry rump, tasted the lingering strings of otter jizz that were mashed around his crotch.

But he was too hungry to wait long. His teeth snapped shut, and his head tilted skyward as he gulped, rolling his throat muscles back to send Henry to his new home. Only Alex was able to see the long bulge the anthro made in the emerald dragon’s neck as he slipped down, down, down. Finally he vanished into the bulk of Felix’s chest and stomach.

“Ahhh, he was delicious.” the dragon sighed. He looked sharply at his cum-covered servant. “I’ll forgive you your presumption this once, since it worked out so well.

“So you don’t want me to bring more?” Alex asked with an innocent expression.

“There’s more? How many people do you know who want to be dragon food?”

“Well, there’s this group of people called furries, and if you promised them what you promised Henry I think you’ll never have to hunt again.”

---

In Flight Meal

Despite all his servant’s promises, the emerald dragon couldn’t hide his surprise when Alex led another human in, this one female if he was any judge of the species. The woman looked nervous but also excited, her eyes going wide at the sight of the massive reptile taking up half the space of his cavernous living room.

“You truly found someone else who wants to be eaten?” Felix rumbled to his servant.

The woman jumped at his voice, but her expression of excitement never changed. Her brown eyes lingered on his form, and the dragon could see her running her gaze down his neck to his broad chest and quadrupedal legs. He twitched his tail to the side of his body and was amused to see her follow the motion.

Once again, Alex was unperturbed. “Sir, I told you there’d be more than you could imagine. I actually had to be very circumspect so that there isn’t a crowd at the front gates.”

“Is this true?” Felix growled at the woman. Like the last willing human - or well, he was an otter when the dragon ate him - this one had dark skin, nearly black. Her hair was bound into cords, or so it seemed to him.

“Yes sir,” she replied, glancing at Alex. “There’s a bit of a community of people into vore, and when Alex asked me how far I’d be willing to go for it, he made sure I knew what coming here meant.”

“That I’m going to swallow you alive and digest you,” Felix stated. The situation was so strange to him. He didn’t particularly care what his prey thought most of the time, so why was he asking her?

But when he saw the woman swoon at his words, a flush coming to her cheeks, he knew. It excited him, these people coming to throw themselves into his gullet. He waited now for her to say the words.

“Oh my god yes. I never really believed Alex, but you could actually just… eat me…” she trailed off.

The dragon lowered his neck, stretching his great head to be within a few feet of the human. He could see her knees go weak, a small gasp escaping her lips as she saw the predator fill her vision. To the side, he saw Alex similarly affected.

“I am going to gulp you down, alive, intact. I’ll feel you wriggling down my throat. I’ll lounge here while you squirm in my belly.” He lifted his head up slightly, above her head height. “And by tomorrow, you’ll be nothing but yesterday’s lunch to me.”

“Oh fuck…” she whispered. A hand had slipped down to the front of her jeans. Felix moved his head slowly, looming directly above her. He opened his jaws slightly, watching saliva drool off his fangs to the floor in front of his meal. She was frozen, torn between terror and longing.

“Master,” Alex interrupted. Felix swung his gaze to his servant, annoyed. He snapped his jaws shut angrily.

“What?!”

“Allison here would like what you gave Henry, sir. I promised I would speak up for her.”

“Who’s Henry?”

“The man you ate two days ago. You transformed him into an otter.”

“Oh, right.” Felix turned to look at the woman. He’d already forgotten her name. “And so you want to be…”

“A bluejay, sir.”

Felix blinked twice, scaled lids sliding over his eyes. “Well, why not I suppose. I do enjoy eating birds. Close your eyes and focus on your image.”

The dragon lowered his neck again and opened wide. He caught Alex staring down his throat before he exhaled, and fire consumed the woman next to him. It burned upwards, tinged with green, trailing away into smoke and leaving behind a woman transformed. She had sky blue feathers across most of her body, with a white underbelly and black feathers here and there as accents.

Felix raised one eyebrow as he noticed she’d evidently imagined herself with breasts still, despite birds having nothing of the sort. Her wings stretched wide as she lifted her arms, an expression of wonder on her avian face. Despite the beak she now sported, her voice came out the same.

Felix nodded once. “There. Now, brace yourself,” he said as he lifted his head above the bluejay, jaws splitting wide again.”

“Wait!” She cried. “Please sir, could I fly like this? Just once?” Felix hesitated. He was now very hungry, and all three of them heard his stomach growl. The woman didn’t move. That, more than anything, earned some leniency.

He clicked his teeth shut again. “Oh, fine. I could use a stretch of my wings too.”

Rumbling to himself, he walked over to the massive windowed doors that led outside. There was a thin layer of clouds, but otherwise good weather for flying, without too much wind. He pushed the doors open with one clawed foreleg, marching out of his mansion. His servant and the bluejay followed.

“Enjoy your last flight, little birdy. I won’t ignore my belly for long,” Felix growled. The dragon leaned back, bunching up the powerful muscles in his haunches, before he launched himself into the air. His wings swept out and down, the emerald membrane going taut and hammering the two on the deck with pressure.

He flapped hard, gaining altitude quickly before turning lazily in the sky. His faceted eyes easily picked out Alex standing on the patio, and the bluejay beside him. As he watched, his servant encouraging her, she crouched and leapt into the air on her own. He watched her beat her new wings rapidly, fluttering and canting to the side, before she stabilized and began to really soar.

The massive dragon tilted his wings down, gliding smoothly towards her. He banked when he got close, avoiding flapping his own wings. He could probably knock her out of the sky with the wind. She held herself in a stiff glide. Unlike the dragon who had four limbs plus his wings from his back, the bluejay had only her legs and wings. Her wing talons looked far more detailed than a normal bird.

“Quite a view, isn’t it?” the dragon asked. He had to practically roar to be heard over the rushing wind of their passage still. He couldn’t quite hear her reply, though he saw the beak moving. “Try going higher,” he growled. “Above the clouds.”

He didn’t wait for her response sweeping his wings down carefully to avoid hitting her and pulling ahead, then beating them quickly to gain height. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her flapping valiantly to keep up with him. They soared upward, the dragon spiraling around lazily as he let his morsel set the pace.

Eventually they flew into the bottom of the gray masses. Condensation beaded the dragon’s scales, though his inner fires kept him warm. It seemed only moments before he breached the top, pushing through into the sunlight. He waited a minute before the bluejay made it through. Felix swept down underneath her, calling “Land on my back!”

Moments later, he felt the exhausted anthro settle onto his shoulders. He gained some height, then locked his strong shoulder muscles into a shallow glide. Turning his sinuous neck, he looked at the woman on his scales.

“Harder than you thought?” he asked. The wind was loud, but with his head right next to her, they could speak.

“Hell of a workout,” she replied, rubbing her chest with one wingtip. “Gorgeous though. And seeing you move through the sky so effortlessly was…”

“Majestic?”

“Hot.”

Felix rumbled a laugh. “You realize how insane it is for you to be attracted to a large reptile that is going to eat you, right?”

“Hey, I didn’t pick my kinks.”

“Fair enough. You should have made yourself bigger, and I would’ve fucked you mid air, here above the clouds.”

“Oh my god,” the bluejay whispered. “That would be so fucking hot… maybe you could just like, hold me against your cock while you jerk off? Your cum would land on someone’s house or something.”

“Afraid not. I require rather more stimulation than that in flight. I’ll keep it mind for the next person that wants to be a bird. In the meantime, well, your time is up.” Even with the motions of flight, Felix could tell she felt the grumbling of his stomach through his scales. “How about one last flight? Take a dive through the clouds. I’ll eat you below.”

Without giving her a moment, the dragon flapped his left wing hard, tucking the other. He rolled in mid air, dumping his snack off his scales. She squawked in a surprisingly birdlike manner, her tired wings snapping out to catch her tumble. The dragon completed his spinning roll, ducking his head and arrowing towards the clouds, slipping into the darkness.

The moment he broke through the clouds, he stretched his own wings, slowing his dive and turning his head, searching. He spotted a shadow in the gray mist, and beat his wings hard, sweeping towards it, jaws open wide.

The bluejay barely had time to see his wide open maw, saliva blowing in the wind, before she landed headfirst on his tongue. Felix rumbled in pleasure as her sweaty feathers soaked into his mouth. Such a delicious flavor. She rolled his tongue out underneath her, scooping in first one wing, then the other, rolling her squawking body to the back of his jaws. He held her there for another moment before he leaned his head towards the clouds and gulped, swallowing hard. He felt the bulge she made, tracing it with one claw as she was squeezed down into his stomach. He let his jaws hang open as he tilted his wings towards the ground.

Alex waited on the patio where he’d been left. Felix crashed to the ground nearby, his muscles rippling beneath his scales as they absorbed the shock. His latest meal squirmed and wriggled in complaint.

“And how was your flight, sir?”

“Refreshing, though I’ll need a toweling down.”

“And your lunch?”

Felix burped lightly, several blue and white feathers fluttering out with his breath. “Delicious, and quite horny. Remind me to make the next avian big enough to fuck. She wasn’t up to the task.”

“Of course sir. I’ll run and get the towels.”

Seeing his servant turn and walk into the mansion Felix felt something stir beneath him, a little further back than the stomach. “Actually Alex, forget the towels and grab the lube barrel.”

The human turned towards his master and noted the dark green tip poking out beneath his still moving gut. The dragon’s scaled balls hung low. Alex licked his lips. “Right away master.”

---

Seafood

The dragon was no longer surprised to see Alex succeed at bringing home another willing human. “And what do you want to be transformed into you, before I eat you?”

“A shark, sir.”

“A shark, that’s interesting. I haven’t had seafood in a while.” Felix looked the rather small man over. Alex stood quietly to the side as always. The dragon never missed the tenting in his servant's pants whenever he talked about eating someone. The human tasted delicious, but he was such a good servant the dragon could never get himself to swallow him, no matter how often the man jerked off on the reptilian tongue.

Felix returned his attention to his meal for the day. “Any special requests? No promises, you understand, but Alex has been trying to show me that going along with my dinner’s wishes can make it more fun for everyone, including me.”

“Well, uh…” he blushed red.

“Don’t be shy.” Felix rumbled it as a command, not an encouragement.

“Uh, sharks have two penises. And I was kind of hoping, I could… well, Alex and I have talked, and he seemed really excited by it… But I wouldn’t want to do anything to your uh, servant without permission!”

“You are correct that nothing happens without my permission,” Felix growled. “But Alex here is a fine servant who deserves a reward. If his reward is getting fucked by two shark dicks at once, be my guest.”

“Really? You’d be ok with that Alex?”

“Of course,” Alex replied smoothly.

Felix snorted. “Don’t let the calm demeanor fool you. The very first person Alex brought in turned into an otter and fucked him with a cock the size of his arm.”

“Wow, that’s-”

“Enough talking. Picture the image of what you want to become in your mind and close your eyes.” The man did so, looking excited. Felix breathed fire over him, burning away his old form and letting magic suffuse it to make the man’s horny wishes come true.

The fire burned over the human, then suddenly swept down low and out. Felix looked down in surprise, and Alex, already halfway out of his clothes, jumped back and fell on his ass as his legs got tangled in his pants.

The fire cleared, and sitting on the dark wood flooring of the living room was a shark. Not an anthro shark, but an actual shark, about seven feet long and resting on its belly. Felix and Alex stared at the former human for a solid three seconds. The dragon turned to his servant.

“I presumed your lascivious conversations about getting fucked by a shark were with an anthro, not an actual shark.”

“They were!” Alex replied, aghast. He stood up, kicking his pants aside. Despite being fully nude now, his erection had flagged, his penis pulling back in among his dark haired pubes. “Charlie! What were you thinking?”

The shark in question wobbled, lifting its head and tail off the floor slightly. It tilted right, the wide set eyes looking down its form, then left. Then it started thrashing wildly.

“I don’t think he meant to do that, sir. Please, change him back! Or make him an anthro!”

“I can’t, Alex. Its a one way transformation.” The dragon shrugged his massive shoulders. He reached out from where he sat on his haunches with one foreleg and rolled the violently shaking shark on its back. “Well, he got the two dicks part right. You could still hop on those.”

“Master, I think he’s choking!”

“What?” Felix looked more clearly at the fish out of water. The eyes were going wild, the gills pulsating. “Oh the idiot. Did he just picture a shark in his head and assume everything would work out?”

“Do something!”

The dragon hesitated for a moment. “I should just eat him. Suffocate here, suffocate in my stomach, what’s the difference?” Alex looked at him with pleading eyes. “What are you, a puppy? I ate the last dog that came on the property, remember?” Felix sighed, reaching out his foreleg again and grabbing the frantic shark by the narrow part of his tail, before it flared out into fins. “Come on.”

The massive reptile thudded outside and around the corner of his mansion to the backyard proper, Alex trailing behind. He stepped over the fence surrounding the massive pool he kept and flung the shark unceremoniously into the water. His servant rushed over and knelt at the edge of the pool.

The moron he’d be eating later straightened himself out in the water and began to swim, gills moving smoothly. “He’s lucky I have a saltwater pool,” Felix rumbled.

“Thank you master, thank you.”

The dragon grumbled in annoyance and glanced at his servant, now kneeling facing him, head bowed. “Well, I promised you a reward, didn’t I? I don’t think he can speak, so I guess just slide in the pool and get the fucking you want so badly.” Alex looked up with a smile and stood up, when Felix spoke again.

“At some point, I want a human who does what I say, not what they want. Payment for this little debacle.”

“Yes sir,” Alex replied. “I can think of a few.”

“What kind of friends do you have that you can think of somebody at the drop of a hat that would be willing to come get transformed, ordered around, and then eaten by a dragon?”

“The furry convention is this weekend sir. I could probably find ten.”

Watching as his servant slipped naked into the pool, dick already hard again, Felix shook his head. “Insanity.”

The dragon laid down by the pool, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight. He cracked an eye when he heard splashing, but it was the two of them moving to the shallows where Alex could still breathe while he got bred by a shark.

Watching the humping, splashing pair fuck, the reptile thought idly to himself about what he’d eventually transform Alex into. Their relationship was built on the promise that one day, the dragon would eat him. After all, that’s how they’d originally met. The human had been camping when the dragon hunted at his campsite. The man had gotten rock hard while Felix ate the other campers one by one, and he’d even stripped down a few who’d been unwilling to listen. The dragon had been so full he’d brought the human home to eat the next day, and here they were.

One day.

Eventually the splashing stopped, and Felix opened his eyes to see Alex climbing out of the pool, dripping water from his body and shark cum from his ass. He turned to look into the pool and the dragon saw the human’s skin had been rubbed red from the humping sea creature.

Rising to his full height, the dragon walked to the edge of the pool. The shark circled lazily, clearly content with itself. The pool was huge, being made to fit Felix. As the shark circled by once more, an emerald foreleg plunged into the water grabbing the shark by its tail again. Heaving the wet animal out of the water, Felix held it up to his eyes as it began to thrash again.

“Hope you enjoyed your extra lease on life.” Tilting his head back, he cracked his massive jaws open, dangling the dripping shark over fleshy tongue. He licked over the former human's body as he lowered it down his throat. The extra salt from the water made him delicious, and Felix rumbled in pleasure. The frantic squirming was beginning to annoy him though, so he released the shark, feeling him slip down his gullet before coming to a stop.

The dragon swallowed, the smooth yet strangely rough skin sliding down his throat. His powerful peristaltic muscles squeezed hard, pinning it in place. Felix knew Alex was watching, appreciative as ever, as the creature bulged out down his long neck, sliding into his chest as he gulped again and again.

As the shark settled into his stomach, Felix felt the thrashing renewed. He was much bigger and more muscular than the blue jay or otter, and the motion was clearly visible from outside.

“Does that… hurt? Or could he do damage with his teeth? He’s into vore, but I don’t think he’s in his right mind.” Alex asked, stepping closer and resting a hand on Felix’s scales. His arm was knocked away as the dragon’s gut bulged suddenly with the impression of a shark head.

“It’s mildly uncomfortable when they’re this size and strength,” Felix conceded. He felt a rumbling, and tilted his head back to burp loudly. “He’ll go quiet soon. Besides, I once ate two bucking broncos, the men riding them, and the three judges all at once.” The dragon showed his teeth in a grin. “That was a good county fair. This guy is nothing compared to those bull hooves, and I had to chew the horns off first.”

“So his teeth could hurt you?”

“No, I built my transformation spell so they can’t hurt me. Blunt teeth, broken or blunt claws and talons, you get the idea.”

The motion from his stomach stiledl as Felix belched again. “Ahh, you know, I was annoyed I didn’t just eat him in the living room, but he really needed the salt. Sharkshin is a bit bland otherwise.”

“I’m glad you were pleased, master.”

The dragon glanced at his servant. “I still expect that willing servant of yours at some point.”

“Of course, master.”

---

Exterminator (Content warning - Rape, Unwilling, Dark Themes)

Unlike the previous humans Alex had brought in, this one did not seem thrilled. Or perhaps they were just timid? Felix didn’t much care.

Alex stepped in behind the man, closing the door firmly. He walked over and pulled out a large key, locking the human sized door out to the patio as Felix spoke.

“What has my servant told you about today?”

He didn’t speak. Felix rumbled a bit, glancing at Alex. His servant looked a little shamefaced. “I may have exaggerated, master, when I told you I could find someone who was willing to do everything you wanted.”

“What the hell is this, Alex?” the visitor demanded. He tried to look at the other human, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off the emerald dragon in front of him.

“He was willing to come here and do some pretty kinky stuff, sir,” Alex spoke without looking at the man. “But I couldn’t find anybody totally willing for the… last bit.”

“The part where I eat them?”

“What?!” the man cried out in shock. He started backing towards the door.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Felix growled at him, lowering his head down threateningly. He kept his eyes on the one who had now frozen as he spoke to his servant. “I thought you said there were plenty of people willing to be eaten.” The human whimpered in front of him.

“There are sir. They just all have their own fantasies, and they’re friends, so I want them to have that chance. This one… well he’s no friend of mine. I lured them here on the pretext that they could do what they want to me. They won’t be missed.”

“Fuck you!” the man yelled. “I don’t have to take this shit from a cocksucker like you.” He still didn’t move, his eyes pinned to the dragon.

The dragon rumbled, a low growl that worked its way up from the depths of his thick chest, shaking the floor and vibrating through everybody present.

“I see. Thank you Alex.” Slowly he lifted his head. “Here’s how this will go. I will shortly release you to run for your life. Of course, Alex has locked all the doors, and the windows are thick, bulletproof glass. I protect my hoard well, you see.” The human was sweating now, huddled together. “If you manage to hide for one hour, I will allow you to go free. Or, alternatively, if you find Alex and the key he carries, you could escape earlier.”

“Find him?”

“I will give you sixty seconds to hide. Alex will leave this room with me, and from that point on you may try to find him and take the key from him for your own freedom.”

“This is crazy!” the man yelled.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Felix added. He leaned forward, opening his jaws. The soon-to-be-meal screamed as fire washed over him. It cleared quickly to reveal a brown furred, rather large anthro rat.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he asked, running a paw down his body. His gaze froze on his furry balls, now exposed with his clothes burned away.

“To help you get into the spirit of things,” Felix rumbled, his scaly lips peeling back to show his teeth. “I hate having rats in the house, but I love the way the squirm down my throat.” The horrified brown eyes looked at him. The dragon leaned back and sat on his haunches. “Alex did not lock the door behind you. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

For a few seconds he stood dumbfounded, then scrambled for the door, throwing it open and rushing out. He didn’t bother to close it, and the dragon watched him run down the dragon sized hallway, frantic, head swinging to look at the various rooms. He spent almost twenty seconds sprinting the length of the house to slam into the front door, pounding on it before he turned and ran out of sight.

Alex walked over as Felix stopped counting. He mostly did it for the fear factor. He’d go when he was ready.

“I’m assuming you don’t actually want me to time the hour, sir?”

“Of course not. Strip off your clothes.” The human obeyed without hesitation. “Keep the key around your neck.”

“Yes sir. Where should I hide? Right in here?” Alex asked, looking around. “I doubt they’d come back here for a while.”

Felix shook his head, lips curling back again. “Oh no, no leaving this to chance. That key will be protected like I protect my own body.”

Alex paused, then looked up at the dragon still sitting on his haunches. “You’re going to eat me? Or just keep me in your mouth?”

Felix grinned at his servant. “Lower.” Alex’s eyes slid down and settled on the dragon’s sheath, sitting proudly forward on top of his scaled balls. The human’s eyes went wide.

George pulled frantically at the windowsill. He’d had to climb up seven feet to get here, since everything in this mansion was sized for a dragon. A fucking dragon! The window was easily twelve feet across and almost twenty high. The man stumbled back, rubbing sweat off his forehead. He caught sight of his wrinkly pink paw as he did it, felt the fur on his head as he scrubbed. What the fuck was going on? He’d come here, expecting to rail that little twink Alex in his own bedroom.

The fucker always acted like he was better than George. He’d reported them at the last con when George and his buddies had taken his friend to their hotel room. George had to get fake ID for this year, and who’d he run into first thing! But the man had apologized, said he’d been jealous. He wanted to get used like his friend had been, he told them. He’d fooled them all. George had been the only one to take Alex up on his ‘offer’.

Now here George was, somehow transformed into a fucking rat with a hungry dragon hunting him. He didn’t even like rats. He was a lion, when he pretended. But it was only supposed to be pretend.

He heard a thump from somewhere behind. He snapped his head around. He hated the way his whiskers tilted forwards. He could see his little nose twitching as he nervously looked around the room. It was some kind of sitting room, huge, but that meant very few places to hide since all the furniture stood at least five or six feet off the ground.

Another thump, then another. The damn dragon walking towards here. George had slipped in through the human sized door, closing it behind him. It couldn’t know he was here, but it would check. What else could it do?

Frantic, the ratman leapt off the windowsill, coming down hard on the wooden floor. He cursed at the noise as he sprinted for a large couch. It had cloth flaps around the bottom edges. He couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. He panicked as he ran, throwing caution to the wind, ducking under the couch and sliding into the darkness.

The massive door creaked open seconds later. Flat on his belly, looking under the flap at the barest sliver of light, he saw four emerald green legs stomp into the room. He could just barely see the claws. They were half the size of his torso. It didn’t matter how sharp they were. One hit and he’d be dead.

The dragon paused for a moment. And then it spoke, in a light, almost mocking tone that still vibrated through George’s chest. “I know you’re in here, little rat.” It stepped forward, slowly, without haste. It wasn’t moving towards George, but it came into the room, step by step.

“You want to know how I know?” the dragon asked. “Aside from your little scurrying feet running on the wood?” George cursed silently, trying to wiggle farther under the couch. “I can smell you,” the dragon continued. “You ran up here, to the window. Foolish, even in panic. You never had a chance.”

George couldn’t stop a whimper, though he kept it quiet. He still swore the dragon paused at the sound. “I could follow your scent, little rat. But I don’t need to. You see, part of why I made you a rat is your heartbeat. It beats like a drum.”

The once human suddenly became aware of it. Easily twice the speed of his normal heartbeat. Now the dragon had mentioned it, it sounded like somebody smashing cymbals. The sound of his blood pumping filled his ears.

The dragon stepped towards him. “Don’t worry, little rat. It’ll be over soon.” George felt his heart skip a beat as those claws stopped at the edge of the couch. One leaned over and oh so delicately lifted the cloth, shining light onto the man. The dragon’s glittering emerald eyes gazed at him. George had never seen the expression before in his life, but one word jumped to the front of his mind. Hungry.

He bolted. Scrambling on all four paws in the three foot crawlspace, he ducked to the side, throwing the flap aside and sprinting towards the door. He’d never run faster in his life.

The dragon plucked him off the ground like an annoying bug. That huge paw wrapped around his torso, nearly crushing him in one go. George gasped, eyes bulging. He could barely see through the pain and panic, but suddenly he was free, sailing through the air.

He crashed into the couch, bouncing off the thick cushion harmlessly. He looked up, frantic, to see the massive dragon placing its forelegs on the back of the couch, leaning its body over. George’s vision filled with emerald green scales. Then he noticed the sheath. He’d seen it before in the other room. The dragon moved his body so it rested on the edge of the cushion. The thing was damn near big enough for him to crawl into, if he’d been insane.

Alex crawled out of the dragon’s sheath instead. Naked, rock hard, some kind of slime or juice on parts of his body. The ratman watched, mouth gaping, as the human unfolded himself. His paws clenched at his sides. “You little -”

That massive paw came down again, swatting him from the right. For a dragon, it was gentle. George regained consciousness just in time to see his face hovering in front of the opening to the dragon’s sheath. Alex was holding him up from behind.

“I doubt you’ll enjoy this as much as I do,” Alex said. “I’d give it your best shot anyway.”

He shoved George forwards. The rat squealed, pushing his paws forward to stop himself, but they slipped off the smooth, elastic skin of the sheath as Alex pushed hard. The rat’s arms sank in to the shoulders, and his head followed. He tried to pull back, but Alex kept a firm pressure on George’s hips.

The smell was overwhelming. Pure male dragon musk, and George was still gasping for breath. His newly sensitive nose burned, his whiskers twitched, his arms flailed. Behind him, he heard Alex speaking, but he couldn’t hear over his own loud breathing, and the heartbeat of the dragon. When he felt his tail yanked up, he got a pretty good idea of what was coming.

Alex used some kind of lube, but it could’ve been spit for all George knew. He screamed as the human tried to enter his asshole, pushing his cock hard. The ratman’s ass clenched and tried to repel the invader, but Alex was persistent. He felt that shaft bend slightly, pressing, and then it forced him open.

The ratman thrashed desperately as he was raped, that cock splitting him open. Average or not, George had never been fucked. He wasn’t some sissy like that. And with barely any lube, it hurt. He doubted Alex cared. And the dragon…

George’s flailing paw came into contact with something. Something unbearably hot, smooth like the sheath around him. He didn’t have the focus to care what it was until it pushed towards him. A new wave of scent and heat rolled over him, and both his paws were suddenly pressed against it. In time with the dragon’s heartbeat all around him, it throbbed again. A wave of something slick and slimy covered his left paw, and he tried to pull his arms back. That cocktip throbbed again, pushing forward. It bumped into George’s nose. His arms were forced wide, practically embracing the dragonhood of his captor.

Another throb, and a jet of dragon pre coated his nose, the firm yet smooth flesh pressing against his face now. He gasped for breath, then choked and coughed as another jet washed out, filling into his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but more kept coming. The taste was like the smell multiplied a thousand times. His eyes were watering even though he couldn’t see. He struggled for air.

And all the while, Alex kept up a steady rhythm. The human pounded his ass mercilessly, cock throbbing in his guts while the dragoncock throbbed in his face. The pressure of that unfolding member forced George back, but Alex didn’t move. He stopped thrusting, holding his stance. George tried to pull back, forcing himself onto the human’s cock so he could breathe.

The dragon would not be denied. Another throb of the mighty heart forced that massive dick forwards. George felt his nose slip into the dragon’s slit, drowning him in precum. The pulse and force of the reptile was all around him.

Suddenly he was pulled back. He felt a wet suction on his furry face, and he scrambled with his arms, pushing on the head of that member to help get away. He fell out of the dragon’s sheath with a wet sound the ratman hoped never to hear again. He frantically scraped at his eyes and face, the outside air feeling like an icy wind after the furnace heat of draconic genitals.

He blinked open his burning eyes to see that dark green cock, oozing precum, slide out of the opening. With each pulse, another few inches slipped out. It kept coming, unspooling like a snake from its den.

“Incredible, isn’t it?”

The ratman blinked at turned his head slightly to look at Alex. The human had pulled out at some point, though he was still rock hard. “You’re fucking sick.”

“Takes one to know one.” He grabbed George by the back of his neck and hauled him forward again. Panicked, he tried to pull back, but he was weakened, dazed, still struggling to breath and see. The human handled him easily. He bent the ratman over the still emerging dragoncock.

“Master’s hungry, so I’ll make this quick.” Alex reached to George’s left and rubbed a hand through the dragon precum still drooling from the tip. He slathered it over his own dick, then grabbed George’s tail and pulled hard. The former human whimpered in defeat as he felt that liquid sliminess cover his hole. He hated himself that he welcomed it, for it would make the coming torture less painful.

True to his word, Alex was quick. He reentered George and fucked him hard and fast. The human leant over him, pressing the rat into the fat dick beneath his chest. George heard him panting, then moaning. “It was so unbelievably hot seeing you flail while I fucked you,” he whispered to the ratman. “Your head buried in Felix’s sheath, where you belong. Did you choke on his pre? God, I wish I was fucking you down his throat instead.”

“You animal!” George screamed, trying to throw the human off. Alex held him down easily.

“Not this time,” he grunted. George felt the thrusts grow erratic, more forceful. Alex groaned as he slammed his hips into that furry ass and emptied his balls in the rapist beneath him.

“About time,” a voice rumbled. George felt the vibration through the now fully hard cock he rested on, “Its a pleasure watching you top, Alex, but I really am hungry.”

“Sorry master.” Alex pulled back abruptly, and George winced at the pain, then the oozing emptiness inside him. He tried to push himself up, but he saw the dragon’s head curling down to him, upside down. He just had time to scream.

Alex watched his master engulf the pitiful rat man in his jaws, lifting his hips at the right moment so that he swallowed his own pride at the same time. The human watched as Felix closed his eyes, rumbling with pleasure. The tip of his tongue snaked out and all around his dragonhood, and the creature trapped inside.

Felix began bobbing his head, thrusting his strong legs at the same time and fucking his mouth. Alex could hear brief whimpers and screams through the sounds of a massive dragon blowing himself.

The dragon sped up, then opened the eye on Alex’s side. He didn’t have to speak. The human stepped up, watching as the dragon slowed his thrusting, though he didn’t stop moving his mouth along the shaft. Alex placed a foot on his master’s balls and hoisted himself up, wrapping his naked body around the dragon’s massive knot that had emerged. The human felt it throb, pressing against his own returning erection. The human tried to squeeze, curling his whole form in a loop.

The dragon growled, and suddenly lunged his mouth forward, wrapping his scaly lips around Alex and his knot. The force crushed the human, squeezing him tightly, and he felt his master orgasm, throbbing powerfully beneath him. Alex swore he could hear the massive amounts of cum rushing through the organ, emptying from those huge balls into the dragon’s waiting jaws, and washing a good for nothing asshole who had raped Alex’s friend down his throat with it.

It felt like an eternity before the dragon relaxed his jaws, slowly pulling back. His tongue ran over his servant, licking up bits of dragon cum that had splashed out, then sliding along that dark green length to the tip. When the dragon lifted his head off the end, there was no ratman there. Alex looked up from where he sat on the dragon’s nuts. He was in there. A few feet away now, maybe less. Alive, and knowing he was going to be digested like food.

Alex grinned and hopped onto the couch. A good day’s work.