“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?!”

Blair finished gluing the last bit of lace edge to the heart-shaped invitation on the kitchen table. The voice was familiar, right down to the tone and words used. It was almost a ritual by now. “I’m going to school, mom,” she said, not bothering to look up.

“Well, put on a sweater, then. I’m not going to have my daughter parading around with her bra showing!”

Blair looked across the kitchen table at her mother, batting her lashes playfully. The last year and a half had been a trial. Blair had been flat as a board till grade ten, and then over the summer she’d filled out, growing into an enviable C cup. As with most gifted females, she was keen to flaunt her newfound assets. Today, she wore a white babydoll tee which clung snugly to every curve, and it was no accident that her hot pink bra could be seen through the fabric. She had studied herself in the mirror at length, making sure the boobs looked properly perky and round. “Mom, seriously. Don’t be a prude.”

The older woman folded her arms, scowling at her daughter. “I am not a prude. I’m just trying to make sure my daughter doesn’t look like a tramp.”

“You don’t own me,” the girl shot back, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind an ear. Her blue eyes were alight with teen petulance. “I can dress how I want to.”

Her mother sighed a long-suffering sigh. “Now listen, Blair, we’re trusting you with the house this weekend. Show a little respect, or we might reconsider. I could always call a sitter…”

“Mom, I’m eighteen!”

The older woman smirked. “Yes, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

Blair stuck out her tongue. After a moment, her mother laughed, and Blair gathered her invitations, smiling. She shouldered her purse, and headed towards the door, glancing at the time on her cell. “I’m going to be late,” she said with a sigh.

“If you get another speeding ticket you’re grounded, Blair.”

“It’s a slumber party,” Blair announced, holding out the invitation. Lacey took the invitation, holding it up to examine it. The heart-shaped red paper was trimmed with white lace, and the writing had been lavishly applied with silver markers.

“Who’s all going?” she asked. The raven-haired girl sat on a bench, eating her lunch. Her face was pale, though not to the point of unhealthiness, and she wore ruby lipstick to add a splash of color to her face. The slim girl wore a white blouse, unbuttoned for a glimpse of cleavage, and she wore a black and white plaid kilt. Her legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings, and they were arranged one thigh crossing the other, her heeled knee boots tapping slightly against one another.

“Oh, you know, all the girls. Me, you, Casey, the twins, and hopefully Chelsea. Oh, and maybe Emily too. And Lily and Sasha, if Lily can get out of choir.” Blair smiled brightly at Lacey as she turned the invitation in her hands before setting it down beside her.

“I’ll try and make it,” she said.

“Great! See you there. I have to track down some of the others, so I’ve got to run. Bye!” Blair waved, then started off down the hall, her hips swaying pleasantly. Lacey watched her go.

“This seat taken?”

Lacey glanced up, her hazel eyes taking in the newcomer. Casey was one of the star players for the girls volleyball team. The girl’s bleached blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, loose hair kept out of her eyes by a white headband. Her sumptuous curves were hugged by her tiny black booty shorts and her white tank top. By the looks of things, she was ready for practice.

“Nope, nobody sitting here,” Lacey said.

“Good,” Casey replied, sitting down with a sigh. “Did you get your invite from Blair?”

Lacey nodded, gesturing to the red heart beside her. “Yep. Just now.”

“Are you going?”

Lacey nodded again. “I think so, yeah. You?”

“I don’t know. A sleepover? I mean, really, we’re eighteen.”

Lacey laughed, taking a drink from her can of diet coke. “You know what, Casey? It’ll be fun, I’m sure. You’ll see. We’ll sit around and talk, girl to girl. No boys.”

The volleyball girl shrugged. “I guess. I could bring a few issues of Cosmo in case I get bored.”

“Hah. I bet you’ll enjoy yourself.”

“We’ll see,” Casey said evenly. “So Lacey, are you doing anything for your eighteenth? It was last week, right? I didn’t get an invite any party…”

“My parents are taking me to Disneyland!” she exclaimed, excitedly. “Can you believe it?”

Casey smiled. “That’s pretty cool. My folks just told me not to party at our house. They didn’t even give me money.”

“That’s so lame,” Lacey agreed. “But hey, we could always celebrate both our birthdays at the slumber party, right? Hey! I know, I’ll bring a cake!”

The blonde girl arched a brow at that. “Do you even have time?”

“Oh yeah,” Lacey replied. “If I start one as soon as I get home, it’ll be ready for tonight. So you better show!” The dark-haired girl laughed merrily.

Casey nodded. “I’ll give it a try. It might be fun.”

Much later, Lacey was walking along the street. It was early in the evening, and the sky was still light, but fading. The brunette was a little late for the slumber party, but it would be worth it; in her hands, she carried a beautiful round cake, white icing across the top with frilly bits along the edges and ‘Happy Birthday Casey’ scrawled in red on the top. She’d even taken the time to do three balloons and a cute happy face on the top. Cakes just weren’t complete without little touches like that.

As she rounded a bend, she came into the park. It was a quick shortcut, cutting across to the next street by following the path through the wooded park, and one she’d taken many times before. But this time, it was different; as she walked, she became aware of a strange, blanketing silence. There weren’t any birds calling out, no crickets in the night, nothing at all. Just the slight rustle of the wind in the leaves.

And then she saw it; a rather large red foot that came down on the path before her. The foot was adorned with scales, thick and ancient, their gloss worn down into a dull polish. The claws protruded from three fingers, long and sharpened at the ends, while the arm ascended to join a massive body. The most immediately worrying thing about that body was the sheer size of it; this thing was the size of a small house!

A large crimson head swung down to regard Lacey, who seemed to be paralyzed with fear. The dragon, for that is what the creature was, brought its snout down to eye her, his yellow eyes glimmering with intelligence. The long mouth was filled with sharp teeth, teeth he showcased with a slight grin. The teeth seemed a mere formality, however; that mouth was easily big enough to hold a young lady inside with a minimum of effort.

“Hello damsel,” the dragon rumbled in a low voice. “If you would kindly set down your confection we may proceed.”

Her eyes wide as saucers, Lacey found her voice. “Proceed?” she squeaked.

The dragon’s snout shifted back a little, and his eyes rolled in exaggerated fashion. “Yes, proceed. You’re a tender young maiden and I’m a ferocious dragon. Please surrender your nubile body for tasty eating.”

A strange feeling washed over Lacey, and she took a slow step backwards. The dragon wanted to eat her? She licked her lips nervously; she was rather fond of her body, and she was loath to hand it over to the scaly beast for consumption; it seemed like a waste! And it would be rather fatal to poor Lacey, she suspected.

“Um… could I perhaps interest you in this lovely birthday cake instead?” she tried hopefully, holding the confection before her with as much gusto as she could manage.

“No, I do not think this ‘cake’ you speak of will be sufficient.”

“B-but I spent all afternoon making it,” she whimpered, her voice small. She’d spent her last afternoon making the cake. The cake wouldn’t make it to the party, and now, neither would Lacey.

“As I see it,” the dragon said, leaning close once more, “your body represents a much longer period of food preparation.” The creature licked his scaly lips, and opened his mouth wide, slowly reaching for Lacey.

“Eighteen years,” she said in a small voice. Lacey moved to put down the cake, and then paused. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, then she rounded on the dragon, letting the cake fly. “And I’m going to live for one more week! I want to go to Disneyland for my birthday!”

The confection splattered on the dragon’s snout, spattering him with icing and cake. But the dragon was not to be denied. He didn’t care about Lacey’s birthday plans; he just wanted to devour her! And even though Lacey was turning to run, the dragon was far quicker. He leaned his neck forward, and brought his jaws down before and behind her, the tongue snaking out to pull her up and into the mouth. A short scream came from her lips before the jaws snapped shut.

His prize captured, the dragon lifted his head, satisfied. The poor young girl was screaming and struggling in his mouth, rolling and squirming and fighting with his tongue. He was content for the moment to feel the contours of her body in his maw; the tasty young flesh, the squishiness of her body, it was all delightful. The dragon gave a rumble of appreciation, closing his eyes to better savor the moment.

But that was all it was; a moment. He wasn’t hunting merely for sport; he was hungry! His belly gave an insistent rumble, and after another moment of sampling, he shifted her towards the back of his throat. Poor Lacey was lined up, and then with a powerful gulp, she was swallowed whole. A slightly squirming bulge descended the dragon’s neck, and then was gone.

The dragon gave a burp, surprisingly delicate for a beast of such power, then licked his scaly lips thoughtfully. Young maidens were a delicious feast, indeed, but they were rarely filling. His keen eyes caught sight of the young lady’s bag, where it had fallen, and they nearly moved past without interest, but something caught the dragon’s eye.

Reaching down with a talon, the dragon picked up an invitation on red paper, fringed with lace. A slow smile crossed the dragon’s lips. Problem solved!

Casey’s heeled boots clicked on the driveway. The approach to Blair’s house was dark, but the lights from the house provided a beacon in the night. The pounding of heavy bass throbbed in the distance. Trees clawed at the dark sky overhead, filtering the moonlight through leafy branches.

She wore her pale hair loose, cascading to her shoulders, and her lips were painted cherry. Her ample bosom was snugged in the round neckline of her black dress, which snaked around her slender waist and over her hips before it paused at mid-thigh. Milky white legs vanished below the knee into a pair of black, heeled boots.

Chelsea had opted for a pair of black heels instead, with straps that criss-crossed in a diamond pattern up her calves. A white miniskirt covered her slim hips, and a simple blue buttoned shirt concealed her upper torso. Her reddish curls were gathered at her shoulders, where they bounced with every step.

The music became louder and more defined as the girls drew nearer to the house. Soon, the click of heels was lost in the thumping bassline, and the door was in sight. They ascended a few steps and knocked loudly.

Blair opened the door, and waved them both inside. “You’re late!” the dark-haired hostess announced, closing the door behind them.

“I knew the party wouldn’t start till I got here,” Casey shot back, sticking out her tongue.

The pounding music rolled out from the living room, and so did a curvy asian girl, Lily. She wore a pair of snug black yoga pants and a tight purple tee shirt, cut to show cleavage. “Casey! Chelsea!” she cried, and rushed forward to give them each a hug.

“Easy, Lily. I haven’t started drinking yet!” Chelsea giggled. The asian girl gave her a smack on the ass, and Chelsea jumped with a squeal.

“What are you waiting for? Booze is in the living room,” Lily said, pointing. “I’ll join you in a bit. I just need to make a call.” She waved, and started up the stairs.

Not bothering to remove the heels, Casey and Chelsea followed Blair into the living room. The couches were pushed back for an impromptu dance floor, and there were bowls of snacks on the table, as well as bottles of beer and harder stuff. Purple-haired Sasha was lounging in a recliner, sipping a drink. She wore a pair of snug jeans and a form-fitting orange shirt. The twins, Jessie and Tessie were there; each was a blonde bombshell, their slender, curvy forms stuffed into pink camisole tops and short black booty shorts. They were dancing, bumping and grinding with one another. Chelsea collected a beer and twisted the top off, then handed one to Casey. “Let’s have some fun!” she cried.

Casey clinked bottles, and they each took a long swig. “Hey!” Blair cried, picking up her own bottle. “You want to wait for me next time? Damn alchies.” She clinked her own beer against Casey’s.

“It’s my first one,” she laughed. “Also, where’s Lacey? She should have been here by now with my cake!”

Blair shrugged. “Beats me. But we’re not waiting for her to have fun.”

“You’re damn right we’re not! Woo!” cried Chelsea, taking another long drink. She started to undo the buttons on her blue shirt. Casey arched an eyebrow, but said nothing.

“Right. So who wants to play a game?” Blair called.

“I’m game,” Jessie shot back.

Blair giggled, and produced an empty beer bottle. “How about some spin the bottle?”

“What, with all girls?” Tessie asked, smirking slightly.

Blair’s smile grew wider. “Of course,” she purred. She made her way to the stereo, and turned the music down a little, then sat down on the carpet in the middle of the floor. Sasha hopped up, and gestured towards the stairs, saying, “I’ll go get Lily.” After a moment, the twins sat down to either side of Blair. Casey gave Chelsea a look, then with a grin, they both completed the circle.

Blair reached out for the bottle, and then paused. She looked up at the other girls, an impish grin on her face. “Oh, and there’s one more rule,” she purred. “Whoever the bottle lands on, the spinner also takes a piece of clothing.”

“Strip spin the bottle?” Tessie asked, an eyebrow arched. Her twin sister giggled at the thought. Chelsea bit her lip; she’d already removed her shirt. She wore only her black bra and white miniskirt now.

“You know how guys always fantasize about how sexy stuff goes on at slumber parties like this? Just once, wouldn’t it be fun for them to be right?” Blair said.

“Hah, yeah,” Chelsea agreed. “No cameras, though.”

Blair reached out, and spun the bottle.

Twenty minutes and a few drinks later, the spin the bottle circle was largely in disarray. Chelsea was out; the redhead was completely naked, with a pair of lipstick stains on her left boob. She was lying back, a drink balanced on her belly. Blair had fared well so far; only her shirt was missing. She still wore her jeans and her hot pink bra continued to support her enviable breasts. The twins were each in their bras and panties, matching dark purple. The only other girl who was still mostly clothed was Casey; the bottle had not yet landed on her.

“Sasha’s been gone a while,” Chelsea remarked, staring at the ceiling. “Makes you wonder if she and Lily are… you know, doing it?”

Blair laughed. “You think they’re carpet munchers?”

“They’re missing out down here,” Casey said with a laugh. She leaned forward and gave the bottle a spin. They were on their second bottle; the first had gotten lost under the couch somewhere. The glass bottle swung around, and slowly but surely, landed with its neck towards Blair. A grin crossed Casey’s lips as she crawled forwards towards the other woman.

“What are you going to take?” she asked. The brunette thrust her chest forward, her mounds straining at the pink bra, begging to be free. Casey giggled, and leaned in close, her lips a mere inch from Blair’s.

“Yeah, I think I know what I’m going to take,” she purred. As her lips slipped forward, pressing against Blair’s, her hands reached up and slipped behind the girl’s back, undoing the clip on her bra. She slid her hands to the front, and pulling the bra free, she gave each boob a quick squeeze, letting the pink garment fall to the floor. Pulling back from her friend’s lips, she grinned, eyes pausing a moment to examine the fruits of her labours.

“Ladies, I’d like to introduce Blair’s best friends,” she said solemnly. She burst out in a fit of giggling, and the other girls, Blair included followed suit.

There was a knock at the door, and a few squeals of surprise and alarm from the girls. “Oh, that’s probably Lacey!” Casey exclaimed.

“I can’t get the door like this!” Blair laughed. “Can you?”

“Pshh. It’s just Lacey. But fine, if you’re going to be a pussy about this…”

Casey got to her feet, pausing a moment to adjust her dress. With a roll of her eyes, Blair stood up, and wrapped one arm across both her boobs. “Alright, fine, I’ll help you answer the door,” she said. Casey snickered, and the two of them walked to the door. Casey swung it open.

It wasn’t Lacey.

It was a single claw, covered in thick, polished red scales, bearing three sharp talons that had made small dents in the concrete of the front step. The dragon’s head came down into view from where it had been peering in through the upstairs windows. The dragon was sporting a wide grin.

“Hello. Is this 45 Plum road?” he wanted to know.

Casey looked back over her shoulder at the rather frightened and half-naked Blair. Casey decided that Blair wasn’t going to be much help, and she turned back to the dragon. “Um, yes.”

“And there is a lumber party tonight?”

“A slumber party,” Blair said. “With an ‘s’ on the front.”

“Oh,” the dragon said. He brought his other claw in front of the door, holding an invitation in one hand. He squinted at it for a moment, then nodded, apparently satisfied. “Oh yes, I see. You are correct. And I understand there are many young maidens at this party?”

Casey glanced back to Blair again, but the topless girl had vanished back into the main room. “Uh, right. But look, there’s no dragons allowed.”

“Now hold on a moment,” the crimson-scaled monster declared, thrusting the invitation towards Casey. “Show me where it says that?”

The blonde girl’s jaw worked nervously, and she stared at the invitation. Of course there wasn’t a ‘no dragons’ clause! “It’s implied!” she cried. Her eyes flickered towards the living room where the other girls all stared with wide eyes.

“Well, since it isn’t explicitly forbidden, I should very much like to attend this party,” the dragon said. It looked like he was smiling! “And since I’m a bit peckish, I intend to partake of a damsel or two.”

The dragon’s jaws stretched open, the vast maw easily covering the entire doorway. A blast of warm, wet air hissed forward, and with it, a long tongue. Casey screamed, and launched herself back, slamming against the wall behind her. The tongue snapped a few feet short, and wriggled towards her in futility. The blonde’s eyes were wide, and her bosom heaved with fear. She looked towards the living room, a desperate appeal on her pretty features. “Hit it with something!”

“With what?!” Blair cried. “It’s a dragon!”

“I don’t know, a broom or something!”

Pressed against the wall as she was, the girl in the black dress was out of range of the dragon’s tongue. She was trapped, however; the closet protruded out from the wall; to slip past would put her in considerable peril. Her blue eyes shifted between the dragon’s maw, snapping its teeth and flailing its tongue out and back in, as if by flicking it out it could get more reach. A little closer, and the morsel would be his!

“A little help?” Casey cried shrilly.

Chelsea threw a broom. The thing clattered along the ground towards Casey, landing on the floor halfway to the doorway. “Use the broom, Casey!” she shouted.

The blonde eyed the broom, then rolled her eyes. “Thanks a whole lot,” she called back sarcastically.

The dragon’s maw snapped shut again, and he brought his eyes to the door, squinting at the little maiden. She was proving to be difficult. But in his experience, the difficult ones were often the tastiest. If dragons could shrug, this one would’ve. He shifted back, withdrawing his snout from the doorway.

As soon as the dragon backed away from the door, Casey was moving! Her heeled boots clicked rapidly on the floor, and she made a dash for the living room and safety! It was too late, however; a clawed hand reached through the door with surprising speed, and snatched Casey about the waist, pulling her off her feet abruptly. With a scream, she was yanked through the doorway, and her flailing arms managed to catch the doorframe tenuously.

“Help me! It’s going to eat me!” she wailed.

“Try playing dead!” Chelsea suggested. Blair shot her a withering look.

“I can’t hold on!” Casey cried, and sure enough, her fingers slipped. The curvy blonde vanished out into the night.

Lily’s legs quivered in the air as she lay on her back in the guest room bed. Sasha, completely naked was draped across the lower half of the bed, working her tongue’s magic between the upraised legs. The asian girl gasped and convulsed, her sumptuous breasts jiggling with the motion. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body, and she moaned softly as she came to a climax.

Licking her lips, Sasha looked up at her girlfriend, smiling dreamily. “You know what would be really hot?” she purred. “You should say something in Chinese while I’m going at it. That would be totally hot.”

“I don’t know Chinese,” Lily replied, still catching her breath. “But I could do French.”

Sasha slipped onto the bed beside her, leaning close to her lips. “Mmm… I like french,” she purred, moving in to kiss the asian girl deeply. Their bodies pressed up against each other, and Sasha’s fingers trailed up her friend’s form, a lover’s caress.

There was a loud scream from down below just then. Lily and Sasha came apart, sitting up in the bed. The naked girls glanced towards the window just in time to see a large dragon’s head come up into view, the crimson scales gleaming in the moonlight. The creature’s eyes were closed, and a pair of familiar, kicking legs protruded from the maw. Casey’s heeled boots were scissoring desperately.

With a rumble, the dragon shook his head, then tilted his mouth up, opening wide. Casey’s struggling legs slid into that mouth, heeled boots vanishing from view. The jaws clicked shut once more, and the creature seemed to shift something in its mouth. And then, a long, rolling gulp. A slight bulge slid down the dragon’s throat. Licking his scaly lips, the dragon burped.

Lily and Sasha exchanged a wide-eyed glance.

“That was so hot,” Sasha whispered.

The girls in the living room could scarcely believe what had just happened. Blair was standing there, still covering her boobs with one arm, gazing at the doorway as if expecting Casey to walk back in. Naked Chelsea was sitting up, her beer clutched in a white-knuckled grip. The twins, in purple lingerie were clutching one another in fear.

“Blair, what do we do?” Chelsea whispered urgently. The slender redhead stood up unsteadily, and peered at Blair expectantly.

Jessie jumped in. “We should make a run for it. Out the back door.” Her sister nodded her agreement.

Blair licked her lips nervously, looking out the front windows; she could see the dragon, faintly in the moonlight, prowling on the front yard. Surely the back would be safe, right? She could only nod.

“Maybe we should hide in the basement,” Tessie said quietly.

“My dad locks the basement,” Blair whispered. “He doesn’t want anyone to get into his power tools.”

“The back it is,” Chelsea said softly.

Quietly as they could manage, the variously undressed girls stole through the house towards the kitchen. The lights were off, but there was enough moonlight streaming through the windows to see the way. The sliding door was sitting there, near the kitchen table, offering a tempting view of the back lawn. There were a few deck chairs on the patio and a table with an umbrella, and a gate at the back led to the back lane. The coast was clear.

“Wait!” Chelsea hissed from the back of the group. Collectively, they turned to look at the redhead who was trying to cover herself and hold a beer at the same time. “It’s… the dragon. He’s not in the front yard anymore.”

There was a sudden chill in the room that had nothing to do with the temperature. The sliding door didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. Making a run for it was one thing, but jumping onto a platter was something else entirely!

“So who wants to step outside and check?” Tessie asked quietly, her eyes shifting to Blair. Three pairs of eyes turned to the raven-haired hostess. Blair frowned, still holding a hand across her boobs, and shook her head. “Uh, no. I’m not going out there. We’ll stay inside where it’s safe!”

“What about Lily and Sasha?” Jessie asked, looking up. “Aren’t they upstairs? We should go get them.”

The group looked up collectively, each imagining just what they’d catch the two doing. Besides, the dragon might be poking around through the windows. Who knew if the girls had been devoured yet or not? “You’re welcome to have a look around, Jess,” Blair said.

Jessie busied herself adjusting her purple bra, straightening one of the straps. There was silence for a moment as the girls considered the predicament. What did one do if there was a dragon lurking on the lawn?

“Should we call the cops?” Chelsea asked.

“And do what, tell them there’s a dragon attacking us?” Blair replied sarcastically.

“No, I’ll just put the phone down. They’ll send a car to this address if they can’t hear someone,” the redhead shot back. She stuck out her tongue, and started for the phone.

Blair rolled her eyes. “Sure, whatever. A cop car’s not going to do anything against that thing.” She glanced down at where her breasts were still gathered by one arm; she wasn’t sure why she was still being modest. There were only girls here, after all. She lowered her arm, and took a moment to admire her boobs.

“Those are great boobs,” she whispered to herself. If that wasn’t a reason to live, she didn’t know what was.

Chelsea picked up the phone from the kitchen table, and began to dial. The naked redhead looked at Blair, and offered a brave smile. Before she finished dialing, however…

There was a sudden smash of glass as the dragon’s snout exploded through the sliding door. The twins screamed, jumping back, and Blair took a few startled steps back, nearly losing her balance. But the drake’s focus was on the naked redhead facing the other way with a phone held to her ear. She turned, almost in slow motion, her eyes widening as she saw the dragon’s jaws, widening inside the house, the tongue snaking forwards for her middle.

A scream escaped her lips as the tongue snapped back, yanking her off her feet and backwards into that mouth, folding almost double, still holding the cordless phone to her ear. She vanished between those teeth as the jaws came together with a click, and the dragon grinned triumphantly at the twins and Blair.

For a moment, he held her in his jaws, sliding her around, feeling her with his tongue. And then he tilted his head back ever-so-slightly and swallowed. A lump rolled down his throat, and the dragon’s jaws opened as he licked his chops. There was no sign of the naked redhead anywhere.

“Delectable,” the dragon remarked. Jessie and Tessie shrank back deeper into the house, while Blair realized she had been backing into the kitchen area. There wasn’t really anywhere to go but past the dragon and into the rest of the house. The dragon’s head swiveled to regard her; his leisurely manner suggested that he too had noticed this.

“I think you’re next, princess,” he rumbled with amusement, eyeing Blair greedily. “It’s so considerate of you to disrobe most of the way for me.”

“Hey, wait! Wait!” Blair cried, holding up her hands in front of her. “That’s not fair. I’m the one hosting the party. The hostess goes last!”

The dragon looked thoughtful, his head tilting slightly. “Is that… customary?”

“Yes!” Blair cried, a little surprised that her ruse was working.

His eyes studied her for a moment, languishing over her half-naked form. “I think,” the dragon said slowly, “that it is a stupid custom.” He forced his head further into the kitchen, and his jaws came open, the tongue lashing forward with lightning speed. Blair gasped, and before she could do anything, that hot, wet tongue coiled once around her waist, just above her jeans, and tugged her towards that mouth with a powerful pull! She was being pulled into the dragon’s maw! Flailing about, the girl managed to catch the fridge door with one hand, and with a jerk she stopped just short of those waiting jaws!

The dragon tugged at her with his tongue, and the fridge slid forward from the wall, slowly but surely. Once more, it jerked forward, and Blair gasped as her body was stretched and pulled. She could feel her delicate fingers slipping on the handle, but to let go meant death! She didn’t want to get eaten!

“Can’t we talk about this!” she shrieked. The dragon just rumbled contentedly, tugging once more. The fridge knocked the counter, and a stand of knives spilled out onto the floor. Straining, Blair snatched up a large one, and spinning, she drove the knife into the tongue!

“AUGH!” the dragon snarled, his tongue snapping back with lighting speed, sending Blair rolling onto the ground. The dark-haired beauty got to her feet weakly as the dragon shook his head in anger, unaccustomed to pain. The twins were watching from the doorway to the living room, eyes wide with amazement. Blair glanced at the dragon who was snapping his jaws in frustration, and she made her move, running for the door.

“Not so fast, juicy,” the dragon growled, and he snapped forwards, his jaws surging forward to seize Blair. But just before he did, a potted plant smashed against his eye, and he jerked back. Flecks of saliva spattered the raven-haired hostess, but she had dodged the jaws. Jessie, the plant thrower, pulled Blair through the doorway just as the dragon recovered and moved to bite for her once again. His jaws gnashed in that doorway, searching, reaching, and then he pulled back, snarling in irritation. He pulled back, and after a moment vanished from sight.

As Blair paused to catch her breath, leaning against a wall, her cell began to ring on a table nearby. She frowned, glancing at the caller ID. It was her home phone calling.

“Hello?” she said, pressing the speakerphone button.

“It ate me! The dragon ate me!” The voice was Chelsea’s.

“How are you calling me?”

“I, uh, have your cordless phone with me.”

“And you’re getting reception?” Tessie said, a little amazed.

“I lose calls when I go outside, let alone down a dragon’s throat,” Jessie added.

“It’s a good phone,” Blair said with a shrug. “So, uh, sorry Chelsea. About you getting eaten, I mean.”

“You have to help me! Get me out of here!” she wailed.

There was another smashing noise from the front, and the girls gave a scream of surprise. They were towards the middle of the house, however; the dragon wouldn’t be able to reach them. There were other noises, however; sounds of timber creaking and shifting under the dragon’s attention. He was up to something.

“Look, I gotta go, Chelsea. Sorry about all this.”

“Hey wait!” cried the girl on speakerphone, but Blair turned it off. She powered down her phone and set it back on the table. The twins gave her a look, but the dark-haired girl shrugged. “I can’t have that thing giving me away,” she explained.

Lily and Sasha heard the creaking of timbers, alarmingly loud in the closet they occupied. Neither girl had bothered to get dressed again, and the two didn’t mind being pressed up against each other in the confines of the linen closet. It would be better, of course, if a dragon wasn’t rampaging around outside, snacking on their friends, but still...

There was another creak of wood, a surprisingly loud noise where they were situated. It was like the whole house was voicing a protest against the dragon. “What do you think is going on?” Lily asked.

“Not a clue,” Sasha replied. “I just hope it goes away soon.”

Lily nodded. Then, realizing that Sasha couldn’t see her nod in the pitch black closet, she said, “Yeah. Me too.”

Another groan echoed through the cramped closet. Sasha ran a hand up Lily’s side and cupped one of her breasts. “We haven’t had privacy like this in a while,” she purred.

“Not since your parents went to Vegas last month,” she agreed. She leaned forward, pressing their nubile bodies together. Her hand slipped down between her friend’s legs, where she began to tease the girl’s nethers.

“Mmm… that feels good,” Sasha moaned, grinding herself against the asian girl.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous cracking sound, and a large part of the house fell away, including the wall behind them. Moonlight washed over the chamber and the two young women, and they blinked at the sudden intrusion, glancing into the front yard. Sure enough, a scaly, crimson head was watching them now like a cat watching mice. He was licking his lips.

Eyes wide with terror, Sasha did what came naturally; she pushed Lily. The asian girl gave a startled cry, and fell backwards out of the closet, arms windmilling desperately. The naked girl dropped away, but the dragon wasn’t about to let her fall. He craned his neck, opening wide and sliding forward to catch the falling girl in his mouth. His jaws snapped shut, and he swallowed the morsel. A contented rumble echoed from his throat.

The dragon brought his head up to be level with Sasha. It looked like he was grinning. The brunette bit her lip, eyes wide with fear. Shock and sorrow that Lily was gone would come later; for now, she had to make sure she wouldn’t follow the poor girl!

“Thanks,” the dragon rumbled.

“Uh, you’re welcome,” she said in a strained voice.

“She was delicious.” The dragon licked his lips again.

Sasha nodded. “Uh, yeah. I know.” She looked at the door to the closet, which was hanging loosely on its frame, then looked back at the dragon. “Oh, also, I’m not. Delicious, that is. I’m not delicious.”

The dragon considered this, tilting his head. “You look pretty delicious,” he said thoughtfully.

“Looks can be deceiving,” she shot back quickly.

“And you’re all unwrapped for me, too,” he said, grinning. “How about this; if you aren’t delicious, I’ll spit you back out. Alright?”

It looked like poor Sasha was trapped. The door out of the closet would only bring her into the hallway, which was also open to the night now, thanks to the dragon’s home improvement. There was no way she’d make it down the hall and reach the stairs without being snapped up. And if she jumped, she’d probably just get eaten before she hit the ground anyway.

“Uh, alright. I guess,” she said, closing her eyes tightly. “I… I was hoping not to get eaten today, actually.”

“Oh? I guess I won’t eat you, then. Apologies, miss,” the dragon rumbled.

She opened an eye. “Really?”

The dragon chortled. “Not a chance. Come here, scrumptious!”

“What are we going to do, Blair?”

The twins and the hostess were crouched under the dining room table, listening to the creaking and groaning of the house as it was being wrenched apart. Clearly the dragon wouldn’t be stopped by mere architecture! Though none of the girls spoke it, they knew that to stay here was to be lunch.

“We could make a run for it,” Jessie suggested, trying to fill the silence. The blonde girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and glanced between her sister and Blair. “I mean, if we all run in different directions, it can’t get all of us.”

Tessie fidgeted with the strap of her purple bra. “Why not?” she asked after a moment. “It’s a dragon. It’s practically built to devour girls like us.”

Blair scowled. She wasn’t bothering with modesty anymore, letting her breasts stay bare to the world. “That thing tried to eat me already and found me hard to swallow,” she said grimly.

“Maybe we could send someone down with a knife to cut it from the inside? You know, to make it think twice before it eats someone else?” Jessie suggested. Tessie nodded, and the twins both looked expectantly at Blair.

There was another crash of timber, and the whole house groaned. A great deal more moonlight shone down into the dining room. Blair glanced out from under the table, then looked back at the twins. “No way. I’m not a sacrifice. But we’d better figure something out quickly, cause-“

Suddenly, the table was flying aside, flicked by the dragon’s claw. “Ah! There you are, princess!” he declared, and thrust his hand in after them!

Screaming, the twins scrambled towards the living room, while Blair made a dash for the kitchen. The dragon’s claw darted for the twins, and he deftly looped it through the back of Jessie’s bra, pulling her up into the air. She squealed in surprise, kicking and writhing as the creature brought her up level with his jaws. He grinned at her, leaving no doubt as to his intent.

“Jessie! No!” Tessie wailed, coming to a stop. She picked up a book and threw it; the dictionary bounced off the dragon’s arm. With a chuckle, the dragon opened his jaws wide and snapped them shut around Jessie. There was a slurping noise, and then a noisy gulp. The dragon’s claws came out of the mouth with a smack, the purple bra dangling from his forefinger.

“The second handmaiden,” the dragon intoned. “So polite of you to wait your turn.” He brought his jaws down towards Tessie. Wide-eyed, the twin was beginning to reconsider her flight, but it was too late. In short order, the second blonde bombshell was sliding down the dragon’s throat.

Blair alone stood trembling in the ruins of her house, looking up at the dragon as he devoured the twins. A small voice in her mind suggested she should find somewhere to hide; she agreed. Ducking down underneath one of the counters, she listened to the sounds of the dragon smacking its lips. And then there was silence.

“Full?” Blair asked after a moment.

“Not yet,” the dragon replied.

“There’s a mall just down the street, two blocks east,” she called.

Picking at his teeth, the dragon turned his head slightly. “Why would I want a maul? I’m a dragon, I have claws and teeth. I don’t require a hammer.”

“What? No, a mall. You know, a place where people shop? Lots of tasty people for you to eat.”

The dragon nodded. “Oh, a marketplace. Yes, I’ve sampled the fare in such places before, and it’s quite delightful. Thank you for your consideration.” He shifted slightly, bringing his head down near her hiding place, glancing around. “But no, I think I’d prefer to eat you. Perhaps I’ll visit the market later.”

Blair stood up from hiding, one arm clasped across her boobs. “Now look, this is getting old. I don’t want to get eaten, alright? You already gobbled up all my friends and ruined my slumber party. There are plenty of other girls you could be out eating who are tastier and more interesting than me. I mean, I’m not even a princess or a virgin or anything like that.”

The drake’s scaly snout turned to regard her, the yellow eyes giving an unblinking stare. “Virginity or royalty are not required,” he said with a shrug. “You’re a feisty young maiden, and I’m sure your flavor is exquisite.” His tongue began to reach for her, snaking out along the ground between her legs.

Stepping back, Blair kept a wary eye on the tongue, searching for a weapon. “That’s very reassuring,” she said evenly, grinding her teeth. “But I’d rather not find out what my flavor’s like, thank you very much.”

“You, my dear, don’t have a say in the matter,” the dragon chuckled, and lunged forward. His tongue snapped up, curling between her legs to form a seat which pulled her up and towards those jaws. Blair’s eyes went wide and a scream escaped her lips, her arms and legs began to flail, but before she knew it, she was being pulled rapidly towards the back of the mouth, and the jaws snapped shut behind her. Quite suddenly in darkness, Blair found herself in the cavernous maw staring down the dragon’s throat.

The dragon rolled her once or twice, tasting her with his tongue. The twins had been tasty, but Blair was delightful. Her kicks and struggles were quite appetizing, he had to admit. But he wasn’t one to play with his food overmuch; he pushed her to the back of his throat, then with a mighty gulp, swallowed the girl. A wriggling lump rolled down his neck and was gone.

A belch escaped the dragon’s mouth, and he licked his lips greedily. “Delicious,” he rumbled. “I shall have to come to slumber parties more often.”