Morning sunlight filtered in through the window filling the room with a brilliant glow. Vern's eyes softly flitted open and he welcomed the new day with a smile. What a beautiful day it was. He stretched his limbs and felt a few joints pop, his scales clicking together as he moved. He opened his mouth to a huge yawn as he rolled over to face the opposite side of the bed and his expression changed to one of puzzlement. Something was wrong. He moved his giant, taloned hand across the mattress searching for what he knew should be there but he didn't find it anywhere. Tossing back the sheets he looked down to see that he was alone in the bed. Where had the vixen gone?
 
  Vern's first reaction was one of concern. Had she left in the middle of the night? Had he done something wrong? Maybe she wasn't satisfied last night. Vern quickly dismissed that idea as preposterous, no partner he had brought home had ever left unhappy. Even though last night seemed to be all a blur he did distinctly remember satisfying her several times. As he sat up and hung his feet off over the bed this was confirmed when he saw that vixen's clothing still strewn across the floor seeming small and disproportionate lying next to Vern's own dragon-sized clothes.
 
  Everything in Vern's house was dragon-sized to fit his dragon-sized needs; dragon-sized doors, dragon-sized sofa, dragon-sized bookshelves, and even dragon-sized food in his dragon-sized refrigerator. The only thing that Vern had that wasn't dragon-sized were his lovers, he found that smaller mammals to be a much tighter fit on his dragon-sized cock. He spent most evenings frequenting bars finding the most adventurous companions to take home with him the luckiest of whom he would eat to fuel his dragon-sized appetite.
 
  He wondered if he had eaten his most recent guest in his sleep, it wouldn't be the first time he had had night cravings. He hoped that wasn't the case though, he preferred to be awake when to savor his meals. Seeing as there didn't seem to be anyone else in the house he didn't see the need to bother with putting his clothes back on. He got up and made his way downstairs puzzling about what might have become of the missing fox.
 
  As he descended the stairway a wonderful, tantalizing scent greeted his nostrils and he found himself drawn into the kitchen as if by a magic spell. When he rounded the corner into the kitchen the mystery of the missing fox was solved. Vern realized that she hadn't simply disappeared, she had made him breakfast. A tall glass of pulpy, freshly poured orange juice was collecting perspiration next to two slices of buttered toast. A pair of eggs had been prepared sunny side up as well as a small plate of bacon strips and sausage links. The crowning achievement of the morning meal though was a stack of four, large pancakes all cooked to a crispy brown perfection which spoke volumes to the talent of the paws that had prepared them. They must have just come out of the pan because thin trails of steamy vapor wisps rose steadily from them but the topping that had been chosen for the golden flapjacks was steamy in a different sort of way. Just like Vern the fox had chosen to forego the need for clothes and she rested nude on top of her creation in a 'draw me like one of you French girls' sort of pose. Her head rested on an oversized strawberry as if it were a pillow and several blueberries were sprinkled around her, what must have been an entire bottle of syrup had been drizzled over her buxom figure and the sticky sauce was dripping down her body soaking her fiery red fur in the sweet molasses. The finishing touch was a large dollop of whipped on her stomach, that rose and fell gently as she breathed.
 
  "good morning" she cooed in a seductive, almost sing-song voice "I thought I'd make you breakfast."
 
  "I can see that" Vern replied with a little difficulty as he was beginning to drool "and I suppose you decided while you were at it that you would be my breakfast too, huh?"
 
  "don't play innocent with me" the vixen chided, her tone sounding a little offended but a playful grin still plastered across her face "I know full well what a big reptile like you does with a bite-sized mammal like me"
 
  "oh, I'm not innocent," Vern corrected her, taking his seat at the head of the table he lowered his head down to her level "and I'm certainly not complaining. I guess I'm just wondering why it is that every not girl I bring home does this for me"
 
  "probably because not every girl you bring home goes as well with pancakes as I do" the vixen hypothesized. She put a paw down to her hip and smeared a drop of syrup off of her fur, lifting it back to her face she poked the tip of her finger into her mouth licking the glaze off. "Mmm, delicious."
 
  Vern gave a light chuckle "he he, save some for me" he protested. Reaching out he snatched the strawberry that the fox was laying on, he dabbed it in the whipped cream on her belly before popping the fruit into his mouth. The fox sat up and watched hopefully as the dragon sampled the first taste of the meal she had prepared for him. The strawberry burst filling Vern's mouth with flavor as he chewed it, red juice dribbled down his chin as he swallowed the morsel. The vixen watched, transfixed as a small bulge slid down Vern's long, scaly neck and disappeared under his collarbone. The dragon ran his long forked tongue over his lips in appreciation but a gurgle sounded from his belly, the small berry had been a treat but clearly not enough to sate the massive reptile's hunger, he needed something more substantial and hungrily started on the pancakes supporting the vixen. Using his talon as a knife he sliced cleanly through the stack of pancakes, the razor sharp edge cutting dangerously close to the fox's outstretched leg. She shivered as she felt his claw brush against her inner thigh and a few strands of shaved fur fell to the wedge of pancake as Vern shoved the portion into his mouth.
 
  While Vern munched on the pastry he noticed that the syrup that the fox had glazed herself with was trickling down her body and was beginning to pool around her hips. Some of the sweet dressing had worked its way between her legs and into the soft, pink folds of delicate flesh there. Vern gave a wicked smile as he leaned in and let his prehensile tongue flex out and lap up the sweet syrup covering the fox as well as the sweet flavors coming from the fox herself. The vixen moaned and squirmed as the tongue finished cleaning her pussy lips and started on the insides of her tight nethers. Her tail twitched frantically both in excitement and in an effort to keep the her balanced on top of the stack of pancakes. As it lashed to and fro the fluffy tail inadvertently smacked Vern across his nose, sloppily brushing syrup across his scales. Vern drew back and agitatedly licked the stickiness from his snout, crossing his eyes to try to better see his nose. The fox giggled a little under her breath at the ridiculous expression.
 
  "such a messy breakfast" Vern scolded as his licked the last of the syrup away "let me help you clean your tail so you don't make me all sticky." Vern's mouth opened and his tongue hooked itself around the vixen's poofy tail and drew it back into the dragon's mouth where he teased and tasted it, licking the syrup from her fur. When Vern was certain he had thoroughly licked every last bit of syrup from the fox he slowly drew his head back allowing the tail to slip from between his lips. As the fox got her tail back it became clear that Vern hadn't really helped clean it at all, even though the sticky syrup had all been licked off the tail was now dripping with saliva.
 
  Vern took another slice of the pancakes and then another quickly cutting down the platform that the fox was resting on, teasing her all the while. She soon lost her balance and toppled off the stack of pancakes as Vern shoveled the rest of them into his mouth. With the pancakes gone he reached out and grabbed the vixen between his thumb and index claw. He dragged her across the plate a few times through the pools of syrups that had accumulated at the bottom of the pancakes while he had eaten. Lifting her off the plate she dripped with the syrup she was now soaked in. Vern eagerly threw her up into the air and as she came back down he opened his jaws and let her fall headfirst into his mouth, his jaws snapping shut as she disappeared inside.
 
  The vixen gasped as she was sealed inside the dragon's large maw. There was just enough light to see and the place smelled like pancakes and a little like blueberries. Vern's tongue was slick and squishy under her and it caressed her body, she returned the muscles affection, wrapping herself around it, rubbing herself against it and even kissing it's rough surface as it slowly worked her closer to the back of the dragon's long, pointed muzzle. Soon she was perched on the edge of Vern's throat peering down his esophagus. Even though she couldn't see the bottom she could hear loud grumbling noises coming from the long, dark tunnel. She was caught off guard as the tongue under her suddenly bucked sending her tumbling forward into the abyss. She quickly slid down the esophagus, the tight walls of muscle squeezing her from every side forcing her arms to her sides making her more streamline and quickening her decent. In no time at all she slid into the dragon's stomach and splashed into the acidic bath at the bottom of the foul-smelling chamber. She righted herself, wiped the saliva from her eyes and brushed a few stray chunks of pancake from her fur before reclining against the slick stomach wall and getting accustomed to her new home. Just as she was getting settled the stomach contracted as most of the air was sucked out. A belch could be heard from overhead followed by a loud thumping as Vern patted his gut. His voice echoed from all around the fox as he said "that was a great breakfast hon."