It was during our third date that my dragon started getting kinda nibbly.
 
This wasn't at all unexpected, it was just a question of when we'd get to that point. It'd been sort of an unspoken understanding... I'd marked 'prey' on my dating profile, he'd marked 'predator', and... well.
 
He was big. Not as huge as some of those dragons you get out in the countries and rural areas... he was about twice as big as a person, could just barely squeeze through most doors. Could just barely fit on my apartment couch, lying lengthwise across it, though his tail was still dangling off of the side.
 
It had supposed to be a movie night out, but we hadn't decided on what movie to see... we were trying to do a spontaneous sort of thing that hadn't really panned out. Meet up at the movie theater, see what was playing, then decide where to eat at after the movie was done... and we ended up not reaching a decision. So instead, alternate plan, back to my apartment for just random youtube videos on the couch.
 
Well, him on the couch, me sorta half sitting on the couch half leaning back against him.
 
You can find out a lot about a person by their choice in youtube videos. Likes and dislikes. If they're into some things that you just can't stand.
 
So he was on the couch, I was leaning back against him, there were a couple pizzas in the oven... I think he smelled them, and that's what got him hungry, and then I felt him sit up a bit and sniff at the back of my neck.
 
I thought he was just being friendly or silly at first, but that sniffing was followed up by a dragon tongue tentatively licking at the back of my neck.
 
"Something I can help you with?" I asked, though I had some idea already.
 
"Just wondering... just thinking, we've been hitting it off pretty well, haven't we?"
 
I mmmhmm.
 
"I think we can stand to be a little more comfortable around each other..."
 
He sat up, a little more, putting an arm around me and pulling me closer, pressing me up against him. "Just you and me, after all..."
 
I hmm. "Are you putting the moves on this little foxy?"
 
"Maybe I am..." he said, and I felt his handclaws trying to sneak in under my shirt. He wasn't entirely successful... they were simply too big to do it smoothly or with subtlety. He persisted anyway, managing to reach under and run along my bare skin.
 
I shivered. "Ah..."
 
That continued on for a while.. licking at my neck, rubbing at my chest... and then I felt his jaws. Gently and carefully, he had moved his head in a bit more, tilting it, closing his jaws down around my throat. Not breaking the skin, not pressing in against my airflow...
 
And then it got interrupted. The timer on the oven was going off.
 
"I need to get that..." I said. I felt his jaws easing up... just a little.
 
"You know, if I don't get the pizzas out of the oven, they'll be ruined..." I smirked a little bit. "And there won't be anything to eat tonight... or I should say, not anything else besides what you've got here..."
 
There was a hmmf noise from him... not sure how to take being teased back, perhaps... and then he let me go, pulling back his jaws and sitting up.
 
I left for the apartment's kitchen, which wasn't so much a seperate room as it was a bit of the living room sectioned off by some counters and tile flooring. I came back, the pizzas on a platter that I put on the coffee table in front of the couch.
 
We resumed our original positions as we ate... I took one slice at a time, while he predictably took bites that were practically slices themselves. We were sitting in silence, the previous video having finished and neither of us having put anything else on yet.
 
"Would you have?" I said a few minutes later. I'd finished my second slice, he was starting in on his second pizza.
 
He paused, about to take a bite. "Would I have... what?"
 
"Gone through with it, I mean. Bit down."
 
He looked thougthful. "Maybe."
 
"Maybe, huh? Was kind of hoping for a definite answer."
 
"Well, how about you, then? If I had started biting down... would you have let me?"
 
"Hmm... let's go with Maybe."
 
We teased each other back and forth a bit, but we didn't really do more or discuss it further that night.
 
The next date, though...
 
The next date we decided to stay in, since the last one had gone well. This time was at his place, which had a lot more space, and perhaps more importantly a dragon-sized couch. It made me feel small, in a literal sense.
 
And once again, whatever it was that we had on the television... retelling this years later, I forget what we had on... wasn't the focus of the date.
 
Lying on his back on that dragon-sized couch, he'd managed to convince me to climb up on top of him, and then to get my shirt off... to be fair, I hadn't taken much convincing. And lying against him, him on his back and me on my front on top of him, feeling his heat and his scales against my fur, is when he made his next move.
 
"You know," he said. "Tonight's meal is in a slow cooker. You know what that means?"
 
"No?" I said, though I had an inkling of where this was going.
 
"It's ready at any time, there's no rush to turn the heat off... no interruptions." He grinned at me. "Can leave it running overnight, really, in case I end up having something else for dinner..."
 
He grinned wider, showing off his teeth.
 
That moment is engraved into my memories. That big hunk of a dragon beneath me, his chest moving up and down as he breathed, and moving me with him... those teeth, and his warm breath...
 
"You have something else in mind for dinner...?" I said, crawling forward on him a bit, till I was face to face.
 
"Was thinking something fuzzy... something I've had on my mind since our last date..."
 
We kissed, me tilting my head at an angle to his. It wasn't our first kiss, but this was a lot more intimate. This was a full mouth kiss, and him practically pulling my lips and nose into his mouth as well. Feeling his teeth pressing against me, not biting down or anything close to it, but getting to know them firsthand.
 
I pulled back after a bit. He did not. He started kissing and nibbling at my neck, at my chest... taking hold of me around the middle with both hands and pulling me up and forward as he started tasting me all over. I shivered again, expecting him to bite down at any moment and start eating, but he didn't.
 
Instead, he lifted me up and held me above him at arm's length. It wasn't effortless, he wasn't so strong nor I so small, but it still made for a nice show off of his power. "... if that's what you want, that is."
 
I blinked. "Ah... I mean... yes?"
 
"I just wanted to, you know, make sure?"
 
"I'm... I"m not screaming or trying to get away, man." This was taking me out of the moment a bit. "I knew what i was getting into going on a date with you, meeting you again..."
 
"Right," he said, lowering me back down. "Hard or soft, fast or slow?"
 
"Whatever feels natural," I responded, wriggling a little in his grasp. "You're the hungry one."
 
"Really don't mind if I chew? Not everyone's into..."
 
I reached out, touching him on his nose. "Shh. Here." And then I pushed my hand against the side of his muzzle till he opened it, and I put my arm down over his teeth, picking out some of the sharper looking ones. They were all pretty sharp looking, really... another reminder that my date was very much not an omnivore.
 
"Okay, now close..."
 
He did. I could feel those teeth pressing against my arm, into the flesh around my elbow joint, already breaking the skin and releasing tiny trickles of blood... hell, I could see it.
 
I tore my eyes away from my soon to be bitten arm, and looked up at him. "I want this. I'm asking for this. I trust you enough to stop if I ask you to stop. You understand?"
 
He nodded, moving my arm along with his head.
 
"Then bite down."
 
He bit down.
 
The pain was, as always, excruciating. There's ways to amputate an arm without any pain, this wasn't one of them. If 'painlessly while under general sedation' was on one end of the scale, 'being torn through with dragon's teeth' is pretty close to another. Nerves screamed and then died.
 
He didn't manage to get through in one clean bite, either. He bit down, opened his mouth back up... again, not cleanly, the flesh was impaled on the lower teeth. And then he slammed his jaw shut again, and that was enough to seperate the mass of flesh and bone and fur that had once been my arm.
 
I withdrew my arm stump, jamming it into my discarded shirt to staunch the bleeding, and watched. He chewed, using teeth and muscles that nature had developed just for what he was doing now, biting through flesh and cracking open bone.
 
He opened his mouth, then, to show me. The mass of food on his tongue was only vaugely recognizable as a fox arm. And then he tilted his head back and swallowed.
 
"There we go." I smiled, despite the pain.
 
"That was good," he said. "You're good."
 
"Oh, I imagine I'm just alright," I said, with obviously false modesty.
 
"No, no, you're delicious. I want more."
 
And he had more. The rest of the night, what little I remained conscious for, was a blur. He bit and chewed and ate, messily. Entire paws or limbs, but then also just tearing off chunks of my flesh, gnawing away at me.
 
It was exquisite. It was what I had been looking for. Just being torn apart by tooth and claw, bits and pieces disappearing down his throat...
 
We talked some, via text, the next day. He wanted to make sure I was alright... not everyone takes to revification well, but luckily I had a pretty high tolerance for the side effects.
 
And we ended up arranging another date, that very day. Part of it was getting him to bring by the stuff I had left at his place (well, the stuff that hadn't been ruined by fox blood, anyway) but part of it was me wanting to talk about some things.
 
"Where do we go from here?"
 
"Oh, so this is The Talk, then," he said, making a face. "The 'Are we a couple now' talk."
 
He saw the face I was making at him, and grinned sheepishly. "Ah, sorry. I mean, you want us to be a couple?"
 
"Sorta? I mean, this has been fun, but I'm looking for committed sort of thing." I could feel my tail swishing behind me. It tended to do that when I was feeling anxious.
 
"Boyfriends?" he asked.
 
"Predator and prey." I tilted my head a bit. "I mean, well... maybe more, eventually? Maybe not more, and it's just strictly vore? I dunno."
 
He nodded. "So... predfriend and preyfriend? I think we can make that work."
 
And that's how I got my dragon. Eventually we did both find mates, but we're still, with our mates' blessings, predator-and-preyfriends. They haven't joined in, but he and I are hopeful that one day we'll bring them around.
 
Anyway, I should get going. He and I are going to catch a movie... not sure I'm gonna get to see the end of it, though. I think he might have skipped lunch.