[[ Sarah ]]
 
"I don't think I ever asked: how did you meet Marianna?"
Ezra looked at me from the review mirror. Though zirs face was innocent enough, my feline instincts could just see zirs curiosity.
"We met at a play party, actually," I told zem, watching the sheepdog's reaction. "We had an . . . encounter . . . and tried dating. Didn't really worked out, but I'm glad we decided to stay in touch. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here, I guess."
"That's awesome," Ezra said. Ze noticed the side road up ahead, and turned into it.
"What about you?" I asked. "How'd you meet her?"
"We were coworkers once--she was my manager at Zielberg Enterprises," ze explained. "I went to a local munch and saw her sitting at the table. From there, our relationship became more intimate."
"Cool."
There was a pause. Then Ezra asked, "So what course do you think you'll be? She's always so secretive about it, right?"
I shrugged. "I'm not sure. It's been bugging me, too," I admitted. Both times we'd done this, I was her dessert. Would I be that again, her last treat for the evening? Or would she change it up?
I saw Marianna's cottege up ahead, and Ezra pulled into the driveway. We weren't the only one's there: I recognized Gregor's light pink Sudan in front of us.
Ezra turned off the engine, and we both stepped outside. On the porch, three others were chatting: Gregor, Isabelle, and Jessie. /Good,/ I thought. /We're all here./
Jessie waved as we approached. "Ezra, Sarah!" she said, grinning. "Long time no see."
I waved back shyly. Ezra smiled. "Hey Jessie," ze said cheerfully. "How are you?"
The giraffe shrugged. "Good as I can be, I suppose. You?"
"I'm well, thanks," Ezra said. Ze turned to Gregor and Isabella. "How about you?"
Gregor shrugged. "Shitty week," the fox muttered. "Some bad stuff at work." His shoulders relaxed. "Glad I can come here, uwind a bit."
"I feel that--I haven't had the best week myself," Isabelle chimed in. They turned to Ezra. "I was just telling the others that I almost got fired--thankfully, I haven't been. Yet."
Ezra nodded. "I guess we've had some shitty weeks," ze said, looking at Gregor and Isabelle. But at least we're here now."
Gregor gave a sympathetic smile. "Yeah. I--"
The cabin door suddenly opened, and we all stopped talking. There was Marianna, wearing a dress that highlighted every aspect of her large draconian figure. "Good evening," she said in a sultry voice. "It's 9:30. Dinner is served."
"Thank god," Jessie said. "I'm starving."
"So am I," Marianna said, rubbing her stomach with a grin. She stood aside to let us in, and we did so--I glanced over at her as I walked, and she gave a knowing smile.
In front of us, a feast sat at the dinner table: tomato soup and caesar salad, baked potatoes with bacon and sour cream, and steamed vegetables served with chicken on a spit roast. It all looked scrumptious, and that we were fatting ourselves up for Marianna made it all the better.
"Dig in," the dragon said. All of us instantly obeyed, sitting and serving ourselves some food. Marianna sat at the head of the table, watching us with a grin.
As we ate, she took the opportunity to catch up with everyone. When she got to me, there was an affection in her eyes that I remembered dearly from our relationship. "So how are you, Sarah?" my dragon asked, reaching over and putting her hand on mine.
"I'm doing well," I said, taking bites of the chicken as I talked. "I'm actually . . . dating someone new. My boyfriend and I just made it official last week."
My hand subconsiously moved away from hers as I said this. Marianna didn't seem to notice, and she smiled happily. "That's fantastic--congratulations!" she said. I could tell it was genuine. "You /must/ tell me all about him after this." Then her face turned to worry. "He knows you're here, doesn't he?"
I nodded. "I told him about you and these nights. It was a condition for making our relationship offical. He doesn't mind, and he really wants to meet you sometime."
There was relief in the dragon's eyes, and she smiled. "Well, I'm sure that can be arranged," she said. "I'm happy for you, Sarah."
I blushed. "Thanks, my dragon," I said quietly.
Then she moved on to chatting with Isabelle, and I resumed eating in earnest.
By the time we were done, everyone was stuffed, and the food was nearly gone--just as Marianna planned. She stood from the head of the table, and beckoned us to follow. All five of us obeyed.
She let us to a small room: the usual place, an empty bedroom with nothing but a couch and five sets of digestion-ready underwear. "Get changed," Marianna ordered. "Then we can begin, my little treats."
My dick twitched longlingly at being called. I walked quickly into the room ahead of everyone else. When Marianna closed the door, I threw off my clothes and grabbed the underwear. "Geez, someone's ready to go!" Jessie teased, stripping slowly and deliberately.
"I think we're /all/ ready to go," Ezra teased. Ze picked up the underwear and felt it in zirs hands before removing his shirt, zirs breasts hanging out in the open air.
"I can't agree more," Isabelle said, tossing their clothes to the ground.
"Same." Gregor pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing he was already wet from dinner.
Soon we were all changed, the red, scented underwear marking us as food for the night. A few tense minutes later, Marianna knocked on the room's other door. "Come out," she ordered. "Single file. Alphabetical order by first name."
We obeyed--Ezra in the front, me in the back--and Ezra cautiously opened the door. Slowly, we made our way outside.
Marianna's playroom was enormous and full of various toys. The center was quite clear: only a bare black carpet and, of course, Marianna herself. She stood there in a latex dress and holding a riding crop, grinning down at her food.
"Now," she said, putting the riding crop over her shoulder, "on your knees in front of me. Left to right. /Now/."
Ezra knelt on the left, then Gregor, then Isabelle, then Jessie, and, on the right, me.
We watched her take a Prey-Strength Antacid with a /gulp/. "Now," the dragonness said, grinning and licking her lips, "I believe it's time for my first course."
We all braced ourselves, waiting for her to speak. Then, to my surprise, Marianna pointed at right at /me/. "Come, Sarah," she ordered.
"Yes, my dragon."
I stood up from the floor and walked over to her. Standing in front of my dragon, with four other eyes on me--even though we'd done this before, it was hard not to get nervous.
"Don't think about them, kitten," Marianna said soothingly. "You can do this. I know you better than anyone, and you have inner strength like no one else." She leaned forward and whispered into my twitching ear, "And you always can call red if you want to stop."
I nodded. "I know. Thanks."
"Of course."
She straightened up and touched my ear lightly with the writing crop. Just the slightest touch was enough to make me hard, and I was sent right into subspace.
"Seems my treat would like some seasoning." Marianna smirked. "Is that what you want? Speak up."
"Yes my dragon. I want that."
"Then bend over."
I did so immediately, bending foward so that my arse was wiggling in the air, ready to be slapped.
It came unexpectly: that first hit of the crop on bare skin, a satisfying /smack/ that made me bite my lip in pain. "Like that?" Marianna asked cruelly.
"Oh yes," I breathed.
"Hmm . . . I'm not sure if I should grant your request . . . perhaps I want my snack without seasoning tonight. . ."
"Please, my dragon. I--"
/SLAP!/ The crop came down again, and I let out a shocked cry. "That's enough out of you," Marianna said. "I'll grant your request. Just keep that mouth of yours quiet. All I want to hear from you are those beautiful cries."
And then, a series of hits, some sharp, some wide, all on various parts of my buttocks. With each one came a new cry I barely knew I could make--cries of pain and pleasure that only came out during times like this, and only with Marianna.
And then my dragon stopped. I felt a scaley hand caressing my bruised bottom. /Fuck/, I was stimulated right now. I badly wanted to come, but not yet--one I was in Marianna's stomach, I would do just that. Just had to hold out a little longer.
"You look seasoned well enough," Marianna said, a smile in her voice. "Now, time to eat my first course. Look up, my treat."
I did so, and was greeted by Marianna's glistening maw right in front of me. Her teeth and tongue beckoned, and I quickly leaned inside, letting spit and drool shower on my head. She closed her lips over me, and with a loud /gulp/, I was on my way to the destination I'd been anticipating all night.
She swallowed me slowly, teasing me with every lick. My journey down the throat, tight and wet as it was, relaxed me with massage-like sensations that surrounded my entire body. All of me was coming into Marianna: shoulders, chest, hips. When she reached my dick I felt the opening underneath me widen--I had reached my dragon's enormous stomach.
She gave my hard dick a lick, then another. Perhaps she was tempting me, perhaps she knew I was trying to hard not to come yet. To my relief and disappointment, she gulped my dick down with me; it splashed on the tongue, then traveled down the throat to join my body. Then she was onto my buttocks, licking the bruises and soothing them with her tongue before gulping them down. I was emptied further into the open stomach, and I noticed what a strange yet wonderful sensation it was to be the only one here--at least for now--like it had been when we'd dated.
She was at my legs now, and wasted no time forcing them down her throat. When she reached my feet she gave them one last long, savoring lick. Then, she swallowed, and sent all of me inside her.
I landed in her large stomach, feeling its greedy grumbles all around me. The acid smell was nulified, but there was still bubbling and growling all around. I reached over and grabbed my dick, stroking it, breathing hard. It took barely anything before I came, shooting white cum into the beautiful belly. Waves of pleasure vibrated through my body, and I leaned back. /_God_ that felt fucking good./
I pressed against the walls, sighing contentedly. I wondered who would be the next course--Ezra perhaps? Maybe Jessie?
Soon, I knew, I'd find out.