Commission (and short story) from the incredible EveAra, featuring Jehauri and her friend Featherscale, a huge, curvy, dangerous dragoness with a lewdly ravenous pussy that always gets what it wants. Many thanks to Eve for doing such an amazing job, and to Featherscale for letting me borrow her character (though it certainly looks like she's doing a little "borrowing" of her own...)

Eve's description:
Jehauri stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, clad only with a sunny smile and her favorite purple sweater, bottom as bare as could be.

Alas, a shadow fell upon her face, wilting her jubilant expression. She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.

Drops fell upon her head, not rain, but juice from a monstrous, slavering pussy looming above, its owner a massive scaly draconic.

The jackalvixen barely had time to gasp before it was upon her, flexing, grasping, soaking her sole garment in a matter of moments. Walled in by enormous, pale green thighs as they kneeled around her, there was no chance of escape, not when her head was already wrapped in a muscular tide of pussyflesh.

Jehauri flailed as her assailant, Featherscale, toyed with her, flexing, lifting her off the ground with the sheer tensile strength of her vagina, completely hands-free. Her body slurped and slithered upwards, reduced to a conduit for escaped juices as her legs kicked and splattered them everywhere.

Featherscale massaged herself, crooning as he let her nethers do all the dirty work. Jehauri was completely helpless to the motions of her predatory equipment. It was powerfully tight, its motions ravenous. Every so often there would be a slight pause,almost as if she was going to slip out, but then another contraction as she was pulled up again, further and further. Was it savoring her?

As the lips clapped and sealed around her footpaws, only the last of her tail remained, wagging defeatedly, heavy with fluid. The jackalvixen hadn’t made any plans for today, but it seemed that her fate was sealed whether she wanted it or not. Featherscale’s womb awaited her pleasure, and she would have to make the most of it.

*

The draconic’s womb already burned with a brilliant heat as it received its fuel. Almost immediately the plush contours seemed to mold around Jehauri. Thick cream worked into her fur and under her sweater, sticking to her thighs, slurping into her mouth and intimate crevasses, everything becoming incredibly, impossibly slick.

The chamber churned her, not allowing her to rest, all she could do was follow the flow and let her body be folded onto itself, again and again, like taffy. After a few cycles, there was no way to tell what was up or down. The jackalvixen groped at the walls to no avail, then clutched at herself, hooking a finger into her slit, anything to anchor herself in some way, any way.

Her body was too loose though, and it slipped, everything slipped and slid over and over again. Eventually the pressure was enough for everything to become frothy, and it was at this moment that Jehauri finally had a sudden, rushing orgasm as she felt her body give way to the forces working upon it. She was dimly aware that she was no longer wearing her sweater, the only thing with even a little friction left in the chamber, and more alarmingly, she didn’t really have a body anymore for it to fit over. Was Featherscale truly digesting her? How was she even still thinking if she was no more than liquid now?

Her thoughts swirled into a fading spiral as the draconic’s womb hungrily absorbed her energies, hoarding the rest for her later pleasure.

*

The unidentifiable remains of Jehauri would later spill all over the ground in a cascading mess as Featherscale rubbed herself to a roaring orgasm, her lips and hips flexing as they forced their prey out the same way she came in. This time she was no more than a splattering waterfall, garnished brightly with the cum-clotted sweater that had stubbornly resisted the process. The draconic sighed as the twitches of her climax slowly echoed off into a heady bliss. She wondered if any other nearby micros would find and repurpose the now ownerless sweater. It must be worth something, it was rare that anything made it through her body intact like that!

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