Donkey pushed the wagon into the castle, headbutting it as he went, rolling forwards every few steps before he would catch up and headbut it again. It was giving him a terrible headache but that hardly mattered. Today was Dragon’s birthday, and he needed to get her something, this was the best gift he could think to give. It’d taken Shrek some time to wrangle up someone suitable, but for all the ogre’s blustering he did know a thing or two about romance. He knew this was important, so had searched Far Far away for a suitable candidate. After a few days hunt, they’d found Makuta. He’d been condemned anyway, so it hardly mattered, sitting in the dungeons of the Far Far away castle for his crimes, he’d practically begged for Shrek and Donkey to take him, he’d had to share a cell with the Ugly Stepsisters, what some might consider a fate worse than execution.
  Now his surprise waited, slightly wiggling, inside a bag, being pushed into dragon’s old keep. Donkey and Dragon had been getting along quite well since he’d discovered her love of eating living things. There was just a big difference apparently between eating something that was never alive, or had once been alive, as opposed to swallowing a wriggling, living being whole. She was a dragon, this was her way, and Donkey moved her, so he had to love it as well.
  He found Dragon sitting in the treasure room, as she’d been instructed by his letter. She seemed all atwitter with excitement, he’d been surprising her more lately, usually with gifts of sweets, or a special night burning an empty village (He’d gotten paid on the side as ‘a ‘Demolitions Donkey’ but she didn’t need to know that bit). He had however, never gotten her a gift quite like this In the past he had offered himself up as the object of her gluttony, but she always had to let him back out at some point...now they had no such issue. She could have her cake and eat it too, no pun intended.
  He always found her more and more beautiful every time he saw her. Hew[a] as a lucky donkey. Her scales a gentle red to match her lightly pink underbelly, her gorgeous emerald eyes, her full, red lips, and most of all, her friendly loving face. She clapped her claws together as she saw him, shifting mounds of gold out of the way on either side of her massive body.
  Her size was another draw for Donkey. He’d always liked big girls, even when he thought he’d only ever get a mare as a mate, but now...he arguably had the biggest girl in all of Far Far away and he loved every moment of their time together.
  “Hiya sweetie!” He singsonged, his hooves clicking along the stone floors of the castle before he reached the shiting piles of gold. They’d met here, so it only seemed right that these special dates happened here as well.
  Dragon smiled at him, bending down to his level, her large, green eyes, centering on him over the top of her large, friendly muzzle. She made a gentle cooing sound, a bit of smoke escaping her mouth as she did.
  Donkey chuckled. “Well of course I had to! You’re the best wife this side of heaven, and if I don’t treat you right then I might as well be a regular...non-talking...donkey!” He leaned forwards and pecked her lips. She replied in kind.
  Donkey found the whole of his muzzle submersed between her soft lips, the suction keeping him there so powerfully he couldn’t have pulled away even if he wanted to. Dragon kisses lasted exactly as long as Dragon wanted, and not a second less.
  She gave a gentle ‘Mmmmm’ at his taste, her thick draconic tongue exploring his features as the suction threatened to take the whole of his head into her maw. It poked wetly across his nose, entering his mouth briefly to tease his own, smaller one. As he heard the trademark sounds that let him know this was going to be a longer kissing session, he gently tapped her chin to alert her to the fact that he had his own plans for the evening, and she should temper her excitement. He rarely ever did this so after a moment’s reluctants, she let go of his lips with a loud ’Smack!’. A ring of lipstick covered the majority of the small ungulates face.
  Donkey looked dreamily stunned for a moment before he shook the sensation away and got his brain back in working order, quite happy he had fur to mask his rather bright blush.
  “Now, now, we’ll have to save that for later honey bunch~” He purred, waggling his eyebrows. “for now I got a special surprise just for you!”
  Dragon made a pleased noise and focused in on the bag, gently wiggling atop the wagon., donkey had brought into the castle. She looked at Donkey for a moment with eyes that said ‘Can I open it now? Can I, Can I!?’
  Donkey chuckled and nodded, but before he could say another word, he found himself pulled up into a pair of scaly arms and pressed against Dragon’s soft underbelly as he was shaken like a teddybear in a massive hug, dragon’s happy noises vibrating against his body.
  “O-okay!...I know you’re thankful...H-honey…” He tried to draw a breath, but found it impossible with the amount of pressure being exerted on his body. “B-but I can’t….” He wheezed.
  Dragon realized her mistake before he finished and gently eased up, letting him catch his breath in the palm of her claw. She made an embarrassed noise of apology.
  “It’s…”He breathed.” Okay...Sweetiepie...I’m just...winded...is all…” He gestured to the bag. “Go on...open up your gift..”
  Dragon chuckled and set him gently on a rather opulent pillow laying in her treasure hoard, before walking over to the wagon in question. She looked at it with extreme interest as it continued to wiggle. There was a drawstring at the top, tied into a knot, probably by Shrek, since Donkey didn’t have opposable digits.
  With a delicateness she had learned over the years from living with a far smaller, more easily breakable husband than most dragons, she snipped the rope from the bag and it fell away from the treat within revealing him.
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  Makuta had been in darkness for some time. It had been a bumpy ride to..wherever this was, he thought he’d heard a rope bridge at some point…. but here he was, at least out of the dungeon, but not quite to freedom, when the ogre and talking donkey had come offering him his freedom into their custody, he’d figured he could escape at some point, and become truly free, but he’d never gotten the chance, the ogre, with surprising strength, had tied him up immediately and he hadn’t seen the light since. He’d bided his time hoping for another opportunity to escape into the light of day, but none had come, so for now he sat there, listening to the strange sounds going on beyond his bag. He heard the odd conversation between the donkey and something...big...that worried him. He’d been gagged as well, so he couldn’t vocalize as much but…
  Wait a minute, there was light, he was blinded for a moment as the bag fell away from his face, the sudden light hard to take after so long in the bag, but his eyes quickly acclimated. He took in the scene of a rather broken down castle, though they widened as he saw the gold littering the floor, there were enough riches in this room alone to buy him a castle, a full staff and then some. He’d never have to worry about anything again, he’d be on easy street, life would be a piece of cake, everything would b-
  A noise alerted him to the fact that the rest of reality besides the gold was a thing. He looked up...and up...and up...to see who he had been brought to, a massive...reddish pink dragon stood in front of him, eyeing him as a regular girl might cupcake bought by her boyfriend at the local bakery. His ears folded back. The blue cat had not been expecting this. He’d thought he’d be sent on some quest, or perhaps put to work for the talking donkey...this had at no point been mentioned while they were haggling in the cell back in the castle of Far Far Away.
  Makuta gulped audibly.
  “There you go honey! All yours…” Donkey smiled at her, and the Dragon looked as though she’d just won the lottery, her large tail shifting through the piles of gold excitedly, somewhat like a cat’s might upon seeing a cornered mouse. Makuta struggled against his bonds, but found them holding tight. Why did that ogre have to be so good at tying knots? There would be no getting out of those bonds unless someone wanted to untie him, and judging from his current company, he doubted any help would come soon.
  Dragon reached down for him with a claw, the blue cat attempted to shrink away, but his range of movement was limited unless he wanted to turn the wagon over and go plummeting to the hard stone floor, then he'd be even worse off than he was now. Instead of grabbing him though, the dragon’s claw simply stroked his cheek, he looked up into her large, emerald eyes and saw them lidded, she was looking at him as though she might a lover. Perhaps that was just the way of dragons he mused. He only had a moment to think about it however, before her claw did indeed wrap snugly around him. Her grip wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t anything he’d have been able to get out of even if he was unbound.
  Makuta’s stomach dropped as he was lifted into the air by the cooing beast, brought to her eye level. She turned him this way and that, examining him, he was quite dizzy by the time she stopped. Now he was right side up, before the maw of a dragon...He struggled a bit but it was to no avail. As he looked on, her thick, forked tongue slid between her lips, painted a deep red, lathering over them, a thick dollop of saliva, falling from that oral appendage and on to the mountains of gold below.
  This made the blue cat struggle all the more, her size from the wagon had been intimidating enough, now, held in front of her like this, she was absolutely massive, her tongue along was as thick as his forearm, he could vanish into that maw never to return and she wouldn’t even have to strain.
  He gave a little yelp as he was ferried closer to her maw, but he wasn’t eaten immediately. Instead he found himself positioned directly in front of those painted lips, the light smell of smoke washing over him as her humid breath left through massive nostrils. He only had a moment to contemplate what she might do to him before her tongue made another appearance. It snaked out of her mouth with a slick wet sound before plastering itself to his stomach powerfully. With a slurp it slid up along his body, his clothes, practically rags from his time in the dungeon clung to him with the wet force of it.
  It slowly slid up along his front, before it reached the hole of his shirt, touching his bare fur for the first time, it painted against his collarbone for a moment before snaking inside. He went mad at that, his legs kicking in the air as it tasted him truly as though he were a simple sweet for her pleasure. It circled around his middle, making the feline shudder at the strange intimacy as it create a thick loop of spongy flesh before squeezing, seemingly wringing the flavor from his body as he was suspended there. It traveled up, wrapping once around his neck before licking his cheek with its forked ends, each tip exploring his features independently as a deep coo rumbled through the dragoness’s body, her eyes fluttering at him with pleasure.
  After what was probably a moment, but seemed like an eternity, she withdrew it. He couldn't deny it felt nice, how warm it was against his fur as it left, dragging itself over every bit of him it could reach as it went. A dragon’s tongue was warmer than a regular animals he noticed. Perhaps because of their firebreathing ability. As he looked down he could see the thing shifting beneath his clothes, almost as though his shirt was subject to the ministrations of a giant, wet python.
  It lapped under his chin before retreating, forcing his chin upwards with its strength, despite himself Makuta let out a little groan at the sensation, his toes curling in the air.
  Dragon’s tongue wet her lips again before it finally retreated into her mouth. She eyed him for a moment longer before her enormous belly gave a low grumble. Makuta’s heart skipped a beat as that sound filled the cavernous castle hall.
The dragon gave him a knowing look as her lips curled up into a predatory smile. Makuta shook his head, trying to use his feline eyes to their best advantage in giving her a pleading look, but that only earned another growl from her belly as she made another, soft, cooing sound, blowing a ring of smoke through those soft lips at his trapped body. It washed over him like a wave, it smelled oddly sweet, almost like a high end cigar as he breathed it in.
Then she began in earnest.
Makuta felt himself tilted backwards, his view of the castle ceiling for a moment before he tilted his head forwards to view the dragon again. His feet were pressed against her lips now, they were just as soft as they looked, the slight red lipstick brushing off onto his paws as they wiggled fruitlessly against her mouth, those lips absorbing all his struggles into their giving forms.
He was pressed deeper, and suddenly his toes entered her mouth. The warmth was blinding, the wet saliva inside that maw coating his feet as her tongue began to play with his legs. It twined about his left foot first, before snaking up along his ankle, before parting through her lips around his legs and slithering up along her thigh. Makuta struggled, but between her claw, holding him fast, her tongue wrapping around his leg, and his own bindings, he was more helpless than he had ever been. Her lips undulated around him, working to draw him deeper, pressing softly against his front and back. Her tongue gave a pull and he vanished between those lips up to his thighs. Makuta moaned around his gag at the sudden sensation.
The cat’s noises got a lot louder when her tongue discovered the entrance to his shorts. It started slowly at first, just a wet touch along the inside of his thigh. Then it got worse. Dragon made a loud noise, deciding she liked the taste there quite a bit. Makuta was forced to feel as his most intimate areas were invaded by the dragon’s tongue. It slid almost clumsily up his inner thigh, wiggling about inside his shorts before it found his target. As much as he wanted to deny it, he was already a little hard from her attentions. This intensified as he found out her tongue wasn’t clumsy in the least, it had simply been hunting.
The forked tips felt along his shaft, stroking up and down along both the underside and tip with intimate attention, tasting everywhere. Makuta’s legs strained and wriggled about in her maw, occasionally visible at her cheeks as he writhed with the sensation of it.
Not[b] content to simply lap at his shaft Dragon’s tongue went all in, the thick oral organ wrapping itself around his member, the whole thing consumed in just two loops, the
giving, hot, wet texture of the thing more exhilarating than anything Makuta had ever felt before. Her lips continued to work, taking him in up to his belly button , leaving him with nothing to do except write and watch as those red lips got closer and closer to his head, the cool air of the castle juxtaposed against the deliriously warm inside of Dragon’s mouth.
  Her tongue continued to squeeze him, working up and down his shaft again and again until the cat couldn’t think straight, all there was was his pleasure, and her mouth, he was her plaything, and she intended to get the most out of her gift.
The rolling waves of undulation got faster and faster as the large dragoness reveled in the taste of his ecstasy. The steady squeezing, almost milking motion of her skilled tongue more than enough to drive him over the edge.
Even with the gag in place Makuta’s cry of pleasure echoed through the cavern. Below him Donkey gave a slightly jealous huff, but let Dragon have her fun.
Makuta’s seed jetted out into Dragon’s mouth, and her tongue quickly took care of it, lathering over his belly and chest to clean every drop, teasing his member once more to make sure he’d spilled everything he had to give.
The cat slumped in the grip of her mouth, he’d never had such a powerful orgasm before, every part of his body was buzzing with the afterglow, and as her mouth tended to the rest of him, it just kept the sensation going.
But Dragon had had her enjoyment, now she was hungry. His legs reached something, and he immediately knew what it was. His feet were pressed against a tight hole, which clenched to grab them. Dragon gave a powerful swallow and suddenly he was in up to his calves, the tight tug of her esophagus pressing around his body to claim him. As a result outside, Makuta’s form vanished between Dragon’s lips up to his shoulders.
The cat could only just see her eyes now, over the crest of her great muzzle, her red lips suckling noisilly at him as her tongue explored under his shirt, it peeked out, and he could see it slithering under the fabric before it once again poked out of his neck to tickle his chin. He could see her smiling at him, those reptilian irises enjoying the sight of his body being consumed by her own. Those eyes seemed to almost give a teasing goodbye.
Dragon swallowed again, Makuta was sucked between those lips up to his nose. His eyes looked around at the open world for a moment, his gagged muzzle pressed against her soft upper lip as his head was cushioned against her lower, they were like living pillows against his body, his thighs were inside her throat now. If he kicked hard enough, he could even see the tiniest of movements within her scaly neck.Then, as she swallowed again, darkness.
The noise of her maw assaulted his ears, the wet sloshing of her tongue as it rose to greet his face, the movements of her jaw, everything became, slick, organic sound. In the light from her occasionally parted lips, he could see the tight hole of her throat, opening and closing in undulating motion. She seemed to take her time, her tongue licked over his features, matting his face with saliva. He sputtered a bit as it dripped around him, a mistake. Her tongue struck, filling his mouth in a strange kiss as it pressed back towards his throat. He struggled all the more but she seemed to enjoy that response, making his cheeks bulge as it wiggled about intimately inside. At times it even dove into his own throat, but only lightly.
  Eventually though, the time came. Her stomach growled again, and the sound vibrated through him, shaking him to his very bones Her throat contracted needily around his legs and she gave another swallow, this one powerful enough to draw him suddenly, jerkily downwards up to his shoulders. He looked back to see the whole of her maw in the light of her parted lips, her tongue licked his cheek as though saying goodbye as her throat closed again, this time around his neck. His head was the last thing within the wet cave of her mouth, strings of saliva hanging from her soft palate.
  She gave a final gulp, and all of Makuta was welcomed into the hot, tight embrace of her undulating throat.
  Donkey watched as he was slowly worked down Dragons’ swanlike neck, a slightly wiggling bulge slowly traveling towards her great stomach. Dragon watched it too, with the satisfied gaze of someone who’d just drunk a fine wine.
Makuta slowly vanished, growing smaller as her neck got thicker, until his form vanished into her great belly, its rumbles, for the moment, silenced.
After a moment Donkey came over to his wife, and curled against her stomach Dragon did the same, curling around her love as a cat might a beloved stuffed animal, stroking him with a claw. She made an affectionate coo.
“Of course love, always.” Donkey smirked. “But I want you to show me that tongue thing you did when it’s your turn for my gift.”
Dragon made a chuckling sound, and as the night wore on, she kissed the whole of Donkey’s body until the poor ungulate was more red than brown. Meanwhile, Makuta drifted into a haze within her great belly, letting her form take him, as he drifted off.
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