[[ 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 cottage 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, unwind 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 me 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 subconsciously 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 official. 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 longingly at being called that. 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.
 
"Meals," 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. "Well," the dragoness 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 forward so that my arse was wiggling in the air, ready to be slapped.
 
It came unexpectedly: that first hit of the crop on nearly-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 scaly 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 my head 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 nullified, 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. 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.
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[[ Isabelle ]]
 
 
 
I watched longingly as the last of Sarah slipped down my Mistress's throat, my rabbit ears twitching in longing. Soon it would be my turn--when that would be, I couldn't know. But I trusted her.
Man, this week was shit. I'd made a mistake with our store's shipment--my second one the month, as it turns out. And my boss fucking yelled at me, because of course he did. It was only because of my manager intervening that I wasn't fired. . .
 
I shook my head, took a breath. Fuck, I was distracted. I didn't need to think about that now. I was with Marianna: none of that needed to matter here.
 
"Now," my Mistress said, turning to us and rubbing her distended stomach, "who shall my next course be?"
 
Part of me hoped it could be me; I needed to be inside her, needed those sensations so I could just. Fucking. Forget. At least for a moment.
 
I let out of sigh of relief when Marianna pointed to me. "Isabelle. Come here, my little one."
 
"Of course, Mistress," I said, standing and walking to her. She motioned me to kneel in front of her, and I did.
 
My Mistress smirked. Then, she pulled up her latex dress, revealing a dick already dripping with precum. "Pleasure me."
 
I leaned forward eagerly and opened my mouth, letting her cock pass through my lips. The familiar head and the taste of the shaft was enough to get me wet, and I quickly got to work.
 
Having such a beautiful instrument in my mouth was one thing, but the sensations of it getting harder to breathe, and having to take in air only through my nose--that pushed me over the edge. I reached up and held my nose as I sucked, my Mistress's hard cock bobbing in my mouth.
 
"Yes, little one, yes! Ah, fuck, yes!"
 
The bobbing got harder, my lips went tighter, my mouth sucked more, licked her shaft. Harder, more, tighter and then:
 
She let loose, and cum exploded in the back of my throat and tongue. The familiar saltiness was a welcome taste, and as she removed her equipment from me, I happily swallowed it down.
 
My Mistress let out a satisfied sigh, and I released my nose, panting hard for breath as we both relaxed in the glow.
 
"That was fun." My Mistress crouched down, grinning at me and licking her lips. "Ready to join Sarah?"
 
I nodded eagerly, and before I could blink, I was stuffed in her mouth, licked all over by my Mistress's greedy tongue. The tickling sensations made me squirm and giggle, and I could hear my Mistress let out a chuckle. She swallowed and stuffed me in the tight throat, then followed it with a series of quick gulps--she knew I was mainly in it for the destination, after all.
 
A few swallows later I was completely inside her, and it didn't take long to reach the stomach: my head entered the open, fleshy space, and I could feel a furry body below as I landed: Sarah was waiting for me.
 
When I was completely in the stomach it wasn't cramped, but it was getting close. Whoever was next would definitely make this a tight squeeze. But I'll be damned if that wasn't the best part.
 
"How was it?" Sarah asked me in the dark.
 
I nodded. "It was really good."
 
"Want to have some more fun? Before it gets hard to move in here?"
 
I smiled and turned to her. "Hell yes."
 
We felt each other in the dark, our hands finding the outlines of our bodies. I found her mouth and leaned in for a kiss; she accepted, and our tongues met together as my mouth slammed into hers. I scooted toward her, but that caused our weight to shift, and both of us lost out balance, splashing into the stomach liquids, laughing.
 
"Still time for more," Sarah said.
 
I grinned.
 
"Let's do it."
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[[ Gregor ]]
 
 
 
Watching Isabelle's bliss as she was swallowed, seeing her slip down my Master's throat--that was fucking hot. One she was in the stomach, I could see jiggling from the outside, and could tell Sarah and Isabelle were having fun in there, enjoying the space.
 
But they wouldn't be for long. The next course would fill up my Master's stomach to the limit--it would be a tight fit from now on.
 
Not that I minded. In fact, after such a shitty day filing accident reports, a tight squeeze was exactly what I wanted.
 
"Gregor," my Master ordered, jolting me out of my thoughts. "Get over here, my little snack."
 
I bolted up, almost stumbling at how quick I stood, and walked quickly over to her, kneeling on the black carpet. "Here, Master," I said, already getting hard.
 
"Good, snack." My Master licked her lips. "Let's get you all trussed up for my stomach."
 
She walked to a chest in the corner, and opened it with deliberate slowness--she was always such a tease, because she knew how much I loved it. My Master pulled out a long cord of rope. Digestion-safe, of course, and I recognized it as the mint-scented variant--she said it complimented my flavor.
 
"Let's get you tied up," my Master said, licking her lips. "I do love a helpless morsel." My dick jumped at the thought, and I l watched as she walked back to me, holding the rope in front of her.
 
"Shall we begin, snack? I want to hear you say it."
 
"Yes Master," I replied eagerly, leaning forward. "Please tie me up."
 
My Master grinned. "Very well. I'll indulge you--this time."
 
She began with my hands, wrapping the rope around both wrists. Then she went back to my feet, tying my ankles together. Now I was completely powerless--and we all knew it (my dick /definitely/ knew it). My Master smirked. "Such a helpless little snack," she cooed. "Let's wrap you up right."
 
From there, it was a series of sensations as she wrapped me up in rope, framing my chest and hips the most (her favorite parts to look at and eat). She ended by wrapping the rope around my dick, creating a harness that was both retraining and stimulating.
 
My Master stood back to admire her handiwork. I could see her drooling as she gazed at my naked, bound body, and that got me even harder.
 
"Time to chow down," my Master said. I leaned up toward her, and she dove down, her mouth wide open. I caught a glimpse of that beautiful maw of hers, the teeth covered in saliva, the tongue eager for my flesh. And then I was inside, my head and neck submerged in the greedy predator.
 
She gulped me down quickly, sending me quickly down the throat--by the time she reached my feet, she'd barely licked my skin. My Master knew what I wanted.
 
Being constrained by the rope and by the tight throat--/fuck/! I wanted to let it loose right then and there, but no, if I could wait just a little longer--
 
Then my Master licked my feet, her tongue crawling slowly around my shibari-bound ankles, and I couldn't hold it: I came right there in the throat, my cum shooting down toward the stomach. Part of me hoped I hadn't hit Sarah or Isabelle, but part of me didn't really care as I panted from pleasure.
 
As I entered the stomach, I slid right into its current occupants, my presence causing them to be pushed into the slimy walls. Once I was fully inside, the three of us were crammed tight together, with very little space to spare.
 
Perfect.
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[[ Jessie ]]
 
 
 
Gregor was gulped down so greedily, it made me wet. I watched panting as he slipped down Marianna throat, and entered her stomach--fuck, it had to be tight in there.
 
Already three of us were inside Marianna. Who would be next? Ezra, or--
 
"Jessie." Marianna turned to me, scowling. "Come here, you little brat."
 
I didn't move. "Now!" Daddy yelled. I sighed and stood up, walking over to the carpet.
 
"What do you want?" I asked. Marianna didn't answer; she just walked over to the chest and removed two items: a baby bottle filled with piss, and a tarp. Both made me wet again, but I continued my angry facade. "/Hello/?!" I said. "I asked what you want?"
 
Still my Daddy said nothing. She placed the tarp on the carpet, and I stepped over as she put it underneath me. Then she came back in front of me, a frown on her face.
 
Marianna shook the baby bottle, and I watched transfixed as the pee swayed back and forth. "Looks like my little brat needs a shower," Daddy said, smirking.
 
I folded my arms. "I don't want one!"
 
"Too bad. That's what you get for disobeying me." Marianna grinned. "Close your eyes. It'll be easier for both of us that way, you humiliating little imp."
 
I closed my eyes.
 
The first spray always made me, "Oh!" in surprise, because there was nothing quite like it. And then the piss continued to trickle, dripping down my back and onto the tarp below. My face turned red, and I squeezed my legs together, moaning--yes, this was good. This was so good.
 
"Get up."
 
Daddy stopped spraying, and I opened my eyes. Marianna was crouched down in front of me, an evil glint in her eyes. The bottle was empty. She reached out and put her hands behind my head.
"Now," Marianna licked her lips. "Let your Daddy wash you down nice."
 
She opened her mouth wide, and placed me slowly into her mouth, so my head was pressed against her tongue. Saliva dripped onto my head as it was sucked on, prodded, and licked all over. Then it began, and she stuffed my head into her throat with a definitive gulp.
 
My long neck would take a while to complete its journey down, and Marianna licked it everywhere, sucking it down like a noodle as she drooled all over me. Daddy knew how much I liked to take the journey slow, let her savor every inch of me--and I especially loved her saliva, the signifier of how much I was being enjoyed.
 
Next was my shoulders and chest, which tickled as Marianna's tongue prodded them. She gave my nipples a hard lick as she tasted them, and I squirmed, moaning inside her throat. Being swallowed whole and licked all over, my Daddy's tongue rubbing all over my recently-pissed-on skin--now /this/ is the life.
 
Another gulp, and all that was left outside was my hips and legs. My head reached the stomach, and I felt it slowly expanding to accept me, as everyone inside shifted as I entered. Above, Daddy's drool smothered my wide hips, and she slurped them up, sending them down with me. Then, after plenty of loving licks, she took the final swallow, and gulped down my wet legs and feet.
 
I felt myself touching another extended belly below me--from the texture of the wet fur, I recognized Sarah, and wondered who she'd gulped down. When my legs and feet joined me inside my Daddy, I was pressed firmly against Sarah's gurgling belly, hearing it grumble as the prey inside it shifted.
 
I knew Ezra could see us right now, squirming against Marianna's stomach. And he'd be in her next, making the space even tighter than it already was. Perhaps if I positioned myself right, I could swallow him as he came down.
 
I was already looking forward to my own treat.
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[[ Ezra ]]
 
 
 
So, I was the final meal.
 
I watched Marianna rub her massive, inflated belly, seeing all the prey wriggle and squirm as she ran her hand over them. Seeing me watching, she turned to me with a satisfied smirk. "You want to join them?"
 
I nodded eagerly. "Oh yes, miss. I certainly do."
 
"Then get over here, pup."
 
I went down on all fours and went over to Miss. Marianna. Some thought playing as if I was a feral dog, like we'd been in the old days, was crude, or even offensive. But there was something freeing about stripping myself bare, and reducing myself to happy, primal instincts.
 
"Sit," my missus ordered. I obeyed, and knelt on the ground, putting my hands in front of me. Miss. Marianna walked over to the chest, and pulled out an apple, and my digestion-safe, food-flavored pup mask--just seeing it made me jump with eagerness.
 
"My my, impatient pup, aren't we?" Miss. Marianna teased. She walked back, and knelt down. "Hold still while I put this on."
 
She placed the neoprene mask on top of my head, strapping a clasp on the back. Now my breathing was louder, limited, and my eyesight was restricted to the mask's constraints. And yet, I was free here to act however I wished, within the anonymity of this garment.
 
I barked, running around on all fours. Marianna crouched down, and I ran over to her, grinning goofily. "Good boy!" my missus said, petting my head through the gap in my mask. She waved the apple at me. "You want the ball?"
 
I nodded, reaching with my paws. "Then go catch!" She threw it across the room, and I ran after it. When I reached it I grabbed the apple with my teeth and ran back to my missus. Juice dribbled down my chin.
 
"All flavored up, I see." Miss took the apple from my mouth. She patted her enormous stomach. "You want to go inside, boy?"
 
I nodded eagerly. Marianna opened her mouth, and I obediently put myself inside, letting her taste my neoprene pup head. She swallowed me down quick, and I slipped into her throat.
 
I loved this part. Getting my pup mask squished all around me, while having limited visibility because of the mask--man it was good. And hearing my Miss saying, "Good boy. Such a good boy," above me only increased my pleasure. My vagina ached.
 
Marianna wolfed me down, licking me all over--soon enough, I popped into the tight stomach, feeling something pointy below me--someone's face? Then it moved, and I could sense drool on my pup mask.
"Can I swallow you?" I heard Jessie ask.
 
"Yes," I panted. "Please!"
 
As my missus gulped down the last of me, Jessie began to eat me, licking my pup mask with ravenous desire, and started my journey with a decisive swallow.
 
Now I was inside Jessie, feeling myself travel down the giraffe's long neck toward her stomach. We'd done this before, once--it had been outside my Missus's stomach, a submission scene where Jessie was ordered to gulp me down before she herself was eaten. Of the two, I had to admit that being gulped down inside Marianna was much more erotic.
 
/Gulp!/ I jumped out of my distracted mind when I realized Jessie had swallowed the last of me--I was inside her stomach. The layers here weren't as thick as my Missus, but the belly was just as demanding, growling all around me in eager digestion.
 
I leaned back, knowing all too soon, we'd be let out, and aftercare would begin.
 
But for now, I wanted to savor this moment.
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[[ Marianna ]]
 
I slowly sat down on the floor, feeling the squirms of my live prey in my enormous belly. Each had been delicious in their own way. And I always loved leading them through our scenes, guiding them through their kinks--it was like a dance, one that ended in a fantastic meal, of course.
 
Soon I would let them out, yes. But for now, I lowered myself onto the carpet, and leaned back. I was going to savor the moment.
 
And the fantastic food.