An art piece I got from a YCH offered by HostBaan of FA.

This piece depicts Manamir showing her latest catch—a coward who abandoned his pals and left them for dead after she showed up and devoured the lot of them—just exactly where he’s going. She has her blue carpet soaking in drool, ready to send him off to a squirming chamber where much fun awaits!

Well… fun for her.

I’ve been following HostBaan ever since one of my Discord friends put it up in a friends-only server’s vorny channel and have been looking for a chance to have my Manamir drawn in her style. HB is one of those artists who knows how to slime up the internals in a disgustingly natural way, and it shows.

Please see below for the companion story. It deviates just a little bit from the art piece, but whatever, it's fine! It still works... mostly. XD

For reference, this chronologically takes place a few months after DITL 7 but before the winter entries.

This pic also has a little sequel, if you haven't seen it already. Here's the link: https://aryion.com/g4/view/901789

Enjoy the read!

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Thames had a knack for surviving anything life threw at him.

He grew up with parents who beat him day in and day out—a pair of trash he took pleasure in murdering shortly before he entered adolescence. Over the years he spent thereafter in the criminal world, the anthro lived through multiple attempts at his life, whether he faced surreptitious assassins, groups of thugs, or hired adventurers.

His secret?

He constantly prepared contingency plans.

He practiced running everyday, vaulting and scrambling over obstacles as fast as possible.

He maintained, at all times, the ability to create enough space—enough opportunity—to flee for dear life and live another day.

Death could never catch Thames for so long as he had room to run.

Luckily, he was not the typical anthro. Sure, he was a wolf—a fairly common species—and he had a fairly common coloration, with black fur adorning the back of his tail all the way up to the crown of his head and white fur dressing up the front of his body. But what usually drew the she-wolves’ attention was the strangeness that was his limbs, for his arms were sheathed in white and his legs in black.

And what attracted everyone else? It was his horns. Horns that clearly didn’t belong to any wolven species. Horns that suggested he was an interspecies offspring. A hybrid of a wolf and some unknown species, bestowing a natural predisposition for fast, explosive sprints and a body sturdy enough to withstand the abuse. It became a point of social conversation so often that Thames had taken to decorating it in gold rings—simple, elegant, and of course, pilfered from a wealthy aristocrat visiting from the neighboring kingdom of Klaipeda.

Despite his uncanny ability to escape and survive—to run—it was unfortunate that Thames' exceptional talent for running did not apply to much else. His skills with weapons were more pathetic than your everyday city knight. His hands were too big and clumsy for delicate, precision work. He had no inclination towards magic, and he only possessed the bare minimum financial sense to prevent some scrupulous fraud tricking him into poverty and nothing more, let alone accumulating wealth to purchase magical items and other services, if not command a position of influence.

In other words, he was doomed to remain in poverty.

Although his thicker, rougher fur relative to other wolf anthros lent to his stronger endurance in the bitter wilderness of the Dinaric Forest and the Gdania Tundra, he could never sneak past, if not outrun, the monsters and magical beasts lurking in these hostile, inhospitable environments.

He had learned that lesson the hard way during his days as a compliant, law-abiding fool. It was an ill-fated commission from the Adventurers Guild that sought the delivery of a package from Wolfsberg, all the way to some backwater village in the Vaganski Alps, populated by humans who didn’t even know anthros existed.

The commission had him run straight into a violent, two-headed troll shortly after his stop at George’s Pass—a town very far south of both Wolfsberg and the eeriness that was Lake Vrana. To survive, he had to abandon both the parcel and his running mate. Hell, Thames had tossed it straight into the troll’s path, compelling the other adventurer to turn the other way and try to save the package “because it was the adventurers’ creed to see commissions through to the end”.

It was the first time he had seen the passion for adventuring make someone stupid, and it wouldn’t be the last.

After losing one of their own, the Adventurers Guild sought for a swift and incisive investigation, sending out a party comprised of three people who were, at the time, relatively unknown—a human knight-errant known for having a stick up his ass, an anthro spellcaster who had recently graduated from a foreign magic academy with several accolades, and a beefy giant of a human with the strength to match Thames’ speed.

A party that would eventually become Wolfsberg’s Big Three.

It took more than a week for the trio to reach the dangerous zones between George’s Pass and the Vaganski Alps. However, by miracle or by magic, their investigation returned with solid evidence of Thames fleeing from the scene without making even a single attempt to see the commission through or help his assigned partner.

Caught, the wolf anthro didn’t need much time to explain to the then-guildmaster what had happened during this ill-fated commission. His story coincided with the evidence found by the three investigators. Although he wasn’t struck with criminal charges, he was still indefinitely suspended from the Adventurers Guild for “unbecoming behavior” and other moralistic reasons.

Looking back at it now, Thames could have fixed the suspension. For sure, it would’ve required a set of annoying tasks, and he would’ve had to live on meager wages in some tavern, but he could’ve had his silver license reinstated in a short time of three years. From that moment on, he would have been making a decent living running from city to city, avoiding dangerous shortcuts and speedily circumventing any criminal blockades.

A nice alternative path to think about, but one that Thames would never have taken even if the gods had rewound time back for him. It just simply didn’t pay off as well as being an expert thief working for the Coterel Gang.

At least, that’s how Thames felt about it when he was living comfortably in the Dinaric Forest. He and his party of anthros had found an unclaimed clearing near Lake Vrana in the middle of the summer and settled there, using it as a home base of sorts since it was fairly hard to reach even by other anthros. From time to time, other teams in the Gang would also send their prisoners or plunder here. Sometimes for safekeeping prior to a transfer. Sometimes for disposal—in the case of bodies—or for distribution—in the case of goods.

Now, just a few months later, Thames couldn’t help but think only about this alternate future, for his eyes were transfixed on the massive creature that decimated their homey campsite in broad daylight. He still couldn’t believe what he was seeing—a dragon. An actual dragon! Here, in the Dinaric Forest!

Thames didn’t understand how this vicious monster had gotten to the camp without being spotted by the sentries or the gatherers. Its scaly hide was topped with white, pearly scales, while the dark blue plates that would’ve been more useful in concealment adorned its belly instead. It virtually appeared behind them, head rising up out of some crack in the ground, dripping with water, with a thick blue tongue swirling around its chops as it assessed the several anthros manning the camp.

The dragon eagerly smacked its maw. “Well, well, well, looks like there’s enough for a REALLY filling lunch today!” Female, from the husky yet pitched tone of its voice.

“I-is that…? No way!” one of the anthros stammered.

Another was just as bewildered. “A dragon? The one in the lake?”

She giggled. “The one and only!”

“D-damn, it’s real. I can’t believe it’s real!” cried a third.

Thames couldn’t unsee the horrifying sight of a slavering mouth bearing down on someone he’d been working with for years. Twin rows of teeth snapped up the furry anthro. Horrendous slurping sounds reached all their ears, swiftly concluding with a fairly audible *glrk* and the telltale bulge descending the beast’s scaly neck before flattening out around her breast.

“Now you have no choice but to believe it!” Her hazel eyes panned the group. A soft burp popped out of her throat. “Urp! All right, who’s next?”

Thames noticed then, that the dragoness only had her upper body exposed. Her forepaws were clasped around the lip of their hill, almost as though she had just been finishing a climb when she spotted a campsite in the clearing. The notion that the gluttonous reptile had a subterranean pathway passed through the wolf’s thoughts. It lasted for just a second, as Thames quickly shifted his mindset to surviving this latest ordeal.

He called immediately for a counterattack, commanding the remaining anthros to muster the courage and retaliate. They all had weapons far thicker, far stronger than anything that humans and smaller anthros could carry. Some even had minor enchantments for bolstering durability or sharpness!

Without even looking at his fairly large party, whose courageous roars quickly transmogrified into terrified shrieks and loud, unsettling gulps, Thames rushed to the only one capable of spells—a barely competent mage, being a failure of the magic academy. “We gotta hit a weak spot somewhere!” he urged the timid anthro. “Look, cast some spell and aim it at the snout! Or the mouth!”

Thames watched their eyes dilate from sheer terror as a sound of ripping leather came from behind him. His fellow Coterel shrieked, “Agh, she’s ripping off their rawhides—hnnnnnnh! She swallowed two at once!”

“BRRRRP!” a loud belch washed over the entire camp, overwhelming their sensitive noses with a caustic stench. “Whew, excuse me!”

Thames slapped his fellow anthro by the muzzle. “Fulbert, stop staring and do something!”

“What’re you going to do?” the wannabe mage asked him.

The wolf grinned. “Sneak past her blind spot and sink my dagger into one of her eyes.”

“B-b-but you’re bad with weapons!”

“It’s just a simple downward motion. Who needs finesse for that?” Thames not so much nudged the dabbler as he shoved him towards the imposing apex predator. “Now come on, buy me some time!”

“All right! Please, hurry!”

Thames watched Fulbert shut his eyes for a second and begin his invocations. A short stream of fire quickly formed in the air and launched towards the dragoness, who had lifted her paw to intercept an anthro-sized two-handed katzbalger with her claw. The wolf averted his gaze from the scene and made his move.

Rushing into his tent.

Grabbing his bag.

And sprinting in the opposite direction, towards the forest.

“Oh Gods, is it true? Tavern Fox was right about the dragon in the lake?”

“Noooo! Fulbert!’

The last two members of Thames’ party spotted him in the midst of his retreat just as mocking laughter came up from the rear. They could hear the wannabe mage desperately crying out the wolf’s name, only to be silenced with a wet, heavy smack, another faintly audible swallow, and the dragoness' happy hums. "Mmm-mm~!"

They stopped him before he could flee. “Thames, just where are you going? The dragon’s the other way! We need to do something—

“Exactly!” Thames yelled. “What are YOU guys doing? Our friends just got eaten by that despicable lizard! Look, I’m gonna circle around the ‘ness and gouge out an eye. You just need to keep ‘er busy for me. Fulbert just wasn’t good enough—

A deafening cackle interrupted the wolf. “Is that REALLY what you’re doing, wolfy?” Thames and the last two Coterels in his party looked back and saw the dragoness stomping towards them. Her large figure was so much more intimidating up close. Strings of drool flowed out her mouth, becoming thick, muculent globs of grossness on the grass. “Looks more like you’re giving me a yummy feast~”

Both Coterels swiveled towards Thames, their expressions going cold. The dragoness took another large, plodding step, yet neither of them cared. “Y-you just left them? To die?” one asked.

The other slammed into Thames. He was lifted up by the tunic, paws curled around his collar. “You fucking asshole! How could you!? We’ve been together for years and, and you—you let them—you just… let them—!”

Tears were flowing down his muzzle. He was crying. Paradoxically enough, so was Thames. “I know, I know!” He squeezed an uncharacteristic whimper past his wolven jaws. “That’s what makes this even more tragic, Amund! I love you guys. I really love you guys!

“It’s just that”—Thames wrapped his paws around the thick, furry forearms clasping his shirt and pulled it forward. He put all his strength into it, ripping up both the shirt and the rawhide and, in the process, exposing his white fur.—”I love myself much more.”

“Hey-hey-hey, Thames, we’re a team, remem—OOF!”

The wolf moved far faster than he could respond. As soon as Thames touched the ground, he kicked Amund right at his furry center, striking the other sapient with enough force to propel him straight towards the dragon. “FUCK!” cried his victim.

In a display of unnaturally swift reflexes, she caught the anthro in mid-air. Her eyes rolled back giddily, keeping the poor soul between her joys. Her tongue could be spotted flitting to and fro, wetting the fur and tearing off his loose armor. Relaxed by all the Coterels she had feasted on, the dragoness tasted her latest mouthful a little more thoroughly before greedily gulping him down like the rest. She then gawked at Thames, utter surprise etched on her white-and-blue muzzle. “Wow, you are one heartless tiny! Now I really want you.”

The predatory glint that appeared in her eyes focused solely on Thames. It filled him with terror, sending him all the way back to that ill-fated commission decades ago. The view of this gluttonous, sapient-eating beast overlapped with the two-headed troll in his memories. The wolf froze in place, providing ample time for the only other sapient to come and tackle him to the ground. “You need to take responsibility, Thames! At least you're the one she wants! If I feed you to her, this’ll all be over quick."

Thames struggled and scratched—clawed at his opponent. Alas, the other survivor was someone who knew how to manage a fight as soon as it hit the ground. He kept the wolf pinned, separating his legs and preventing him from repositioning, gaining leverage. “N-no, dumbass, you don’t get it! I don't even KNOW the damn dragon! She's—

Thud. Thud.

The hungry dragon plodded over. She approached as close as she could without squishing them, stopping only when all they could see were a wall of scales so blue they were nearly black. The stench of lake water and algae wafted into the anthros' snouts, as if crying for their attention. Her belly was round, slightly swollen, and sagging.

No external indication that several sapients were squirming within—dying within. He couldn't even hear them.

"That's right, tinies," she said. "You all got caught in our little trap, and we don't make exceptions."

Thames' subjugator gasped raggedly. "What!? But why—

The dragoness did not bother with arguing and jabbed her muzzle at the two. Thames shut his eyes just as the warm, muggy stench of her breath overloaded his senses. Nom! A pair of lips clenched tightly, inches beyond his long, tapered muzzle. Nauseating saliva splattered all over his bare, white fur, instantly matting them in dense, disgusting slime.

He overheard the other survivor letting out muffled screams. Thames opened his eyes right in time to glimpse the dragoness snapping her jaws forward to bring the anthro fully into her slobbery mouth. Then, realizing he was free, free to stand up and move, the wolf rolled over sideways until he got on all fours like a gods-damned feral and, without a shred of dignity, ran for dear life.

"Not gonna be dragon chow!"

Thames' fur stood on end as they sensed something approaching fast. He pivoted sideways, narrowly dodging her enormous paw. It slammed the ground with such force that it would've stumbled most sapients.

Not this wolf, though. Thames had extensive experience fleeing on uneven, unstable ground. As soon as he felt the shockwaves course through the soil, he leapt into the air, with a giggle in his voice. "Ha! Can't catch me, scalie!"

Thames had just verbalized the words when chunks of compacted earth struck him in the back. It threw him off. He dropped to the ground like a rock, his momentum crumpling him into a rolling ball of fur. The dragoness made a leap of her own—a giant bound compared to his—landed directly in front of him, and with a twist of her rump, whipped her finned tail his way.

It almost seemed deliberately timed, as the translucent bluish-white fin on the tip ended up slapping the wolf's muzzle. And with it connected to a huge, immovable mass, Thames was sent hurtling back towards the decimated camp.

Thames crashed into some wooden construction, but by now, the strikes had taken their toll and he was on the brink of unconsciousness. Involuntarily, the anthro moaned, head throbbing, exhaustion taking over.

"What the hell was that…" Thames was reviewing the dragoness's actions in his head. He couldn't comprehend it. Ever since she popped out from some crack in the earth, she was hunting them as though she had tremendous experience in chasing the craftiest of rogues like them. He hadn't even accounted for the possibility that she'd kick out the soil like sapients of his size.

"How'd I do, Albie? See, didn't even need your help this time!"

Even now this dragoness wasn't making any sense. Who was she talking to? She mentioned a "we" earlier… but Thames hadn't seen anyone else during his frantic escape attempt, and she'd eaten everyone but him.

A loud slurp came from above. It was frightening to hear. It foreshadowed the warm, wet world he would be entering soon. A world he would become a part of.

"Heehee~ I'm just too chonky for these tinies!"

Another pause. Another slurp. Beads of spit fell next to him. Thames stared up at his doom, yet she wasn't even looking at him. "You're right, you're right. I still got lucky. But, you’re always with me…”

Even as he was blacking out, he couldn't find anyone around the dragoness. Nothing to see and nothing to smell. Nothing but the remains of the Coterel camp, the lingering scents of his devoured friends, and the cloying, fishy stench of the scaly beast.

"Mhm, good thing we did spitting practice yesterday! …Heeeeey, later I'd like to try spitting you into my cunny again—huh? What do you mean no!? You know I can shove you up my twat whenever I want…"

The dragoness must have gone crazy, talking to herself like that, shaking her head as though she really was talking to some imaginary friend. "Damn it…" Thames finally fell unconscious, thinking how it should've been easy, deceiving and eluding a lunatic.

When the world darkened, he prayed to the almighty Gods that he wouldn't wake up in the dragon's stomach. The thought of melting inside was dreadful to consider. It would truly be a mercy if he had died right then and there.

He didn't.

Thames was startled awake. His eyes shot open, instantly revealing not the sticky, phlegmatic darkness of the dragon's insides but instead the pale blue sky and its bright firmament. It was so silent that he nearly believed the dragon attack had just been a horrific nightmare.

A delusion he happily embraced until the earth quivered and an overpoweringly nauseating odor entered his nostrils.

The dragoness slid into view, grinning down at him as she blocked the sky. "You're awake, finally!" She was tittering eagerly like a young adolescent girl, her forepaw patting her scaly belly.

It jiggled.

Slap!

It jiggled tauntingly.

"Looking for your pals?" Seated on her haunches, the aquatic dragon gripped her tubby underside and shook it like one would a pillow. "They're all in here, enjoying themselves. They can't hear a thing either."

Weak and enfeebled, Thames could do naught but watch the dragon curl its tail around his body. It lifted him higher and higher—so high that he whimpered and clutched the tail for security—until he was finally level with her hazel eyes. "So in a way, there's only two of us now! Or…"

Reality was finally catching up. Thames couldn't look at the peaceful forest surrounding them, or the incredibly massive lake in the distance. His eyes concentrated only on the deadly cavern in front of him.

The sunlight illuminated her moist and sticky realm. It showed copious columns of slobber, bubbling all over the azure flesh. Overflowing, the drool added a nauseating miasma to her hot and meaty breath, reeking of stale fish and noxious fumes. Gurgles, pops, and wet splats comprised the appalling cacophony that accompanied this view, with Thames flinching at every single one.

It was the grossest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. More disgusting than even that time one of the guys had farted on him as part of some drunken game. She did not give him time for rest; she brought her snout closer, his insides lurching the second he could see every individual scale on her face. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—

Snaking out her gigantic muzzle was a giant, blue tongue. Darker than her underbelly scales and riddled with nibs, buds, and creases, it slithered over to him, dwarfing him in size. It was thicker than Thames, and wider than his body. It was so shocking that he couldn't even turn his face away once the rear section of the tongue slipped out, where layers of green mucus had been deposited over the years—multiple layers of throat snot, each so thick and dense that his muzzle barely dislodged the muck when it was scrunched into it.

A stench most foul, most putrid, assaulted his senses. His most sensitive nose became his undoing. He writhed, retching as the cloying slime dragged him upward. All her taste buds, caked in spit, hooked onto his fur and dug in, managing to touch his actual skin.

The whole experience was so repulsive that Thames was gagging for the entire time he was in bodily contact with the slavering licker. He quaked in horror when he could no longer feel the air, when his dangling feet slapped into nothing but tongue. It was not just wider than he was; it was taller, too!

Thames whimpered loudly. He'd fit just nicely on top of her tongue. He could lie on it from end to end and he wouldn't even have his legs sticking out. The size difference between the two were so horrifically stark that his brain refused to work.

He'd been put into a stupor by the reality being forced upon him, and now it was unraveling. Apathetic, the dragoness brought her tail closer—brought Thames closer—and tasted him a few more times, practically assaulting him, until she decided she'd had enough and withdrew the large organ, but not before she flicked both prongs of her forked tongue on his flews.

Then, she smacked her mouth. Tongue wetted her lips. The fins on her head perked upward, and she cooed appreciatively, though it only sent chills rising up his spine "...just me and dessert then! Mmm, been a while since I tasted someone like you.. "

She was looking at him like a rare delicacy she had been craving for a long time. Thames yelped for a split second before he suppressed his gagging and tried to dissuade her. "Oh Gods! Don't—please, don't eat me!"

"Then what, let you go? And you'll tell people about me? No way!" She then leaned in, mouth blooming open, showing off a curtain of saliva.

Thames couldn't stop the tears from falling. "I, I promise, I won't tell people about you! I'll keep this a secret and I—" Seeing her mouth continuing its slow descent without a care, he shut his eyes and prayed he wouldn't have to enter that revolting and terrifying maw. "Shit! P-p-p-please! I'll do anything. Anything! Whatever you want, I'll do it! I'll even—

Her gaping maw snapped shut. Thames shuddered, wholly unsettled by the wet slime matting his fur,, the relentlessly foul smell of phlegm infusing his senses, and the knowledge that all this squalor could become his world at any moment. The dragoness' slitted eyes narrowed. "Really now? Anything? Do you mean that?"

"Yes-yes-yes, every word! I'll do anything you tell me too!" Oh sweet divine mercy, an opportunity! His anxiety quickly deflated as one desperate plea after another left his lips. It almost bothered Thames how easily he cast away his dignity. He then remembered that he'd abdicated any claim to one decades ago when he left another adventurer to die. "J-just re, release me after. I won't even tell the Beast Hunters about you, I swear. I swear to the Gods!"

She tilted her head and ran a claw under her chin. Spit trailed down her jaw, gleaming in the sunlight. The twinkling droplets would’ve looked nice if it weren’t for the life-threatening situation he was in. “I wonder just how far you’ll go,” she mused. A devious smile stretched across her monstrous snout. “Because I have so many ideas!”

His heart pounded against his chest like a frantic beast trapped in a cage. The dragoness began to laugh, a low, rolling sound that vibrated through his body. She bared her teeth in amusement, yet even that was a mere whisper compared to the primal terror running through him. “You can clean my teeth,” the dragoness suggested with a sickening grin, leaning in until he could see unidentifiable pieces stuck between her fangs, tendrils of saliva hanging loosely from them. Her rancid breath smashed into him, and Thames barely held back the vomit crawling up his throat.

“But why stop there?” She continued, practically in delight. With a groan of displeasure and deep-seated fear, Thames felt her hot, sticky tongue slithering against him again, oversaturating his fur and leaving trails of slimy drool behind. “Your fur is tough, scratchy. I bet it can catch a lot of grime when I scrub you all over my scales.” As soon as she mentioned the possibility, the wolf scanned her giant and massive body. She was an aquatic dragon, with the natural features to match—a long dorsal fin that went from crown to tail and translucent membranes on her paws. His stomach turned. Anything that water couldn’t wash off would be a nightmare for his fur. “And you know what’s even better?”

She purred, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper that the anthro found incredibly off-putting. “I’m horny. Very, VERY horny.” A low growl that quivered the air. Thames watched in abject horror as the dragoness, keeping him wrapped in her tail, lowered him towards her underbelly, showing off the massive expanse of bluish scales. He did not descend any further, but the way her scaly bulk swelled and ebbed got her point across. “Your fur is perfect for my nasty bits! I’d like to rub you all over them—squish you here and there, get me all worked up.”

“And since you promised anything, well…” Mischievous, naughty grunts filled his ears. Her delight grew. She edged closer, audibly licking her lips, the sound gripping his soul. “You look like you’ll slide perfectly into my ass. Can you imagine how smoothly you’ll go in, every fur and hair on your body brushing up against those dirty walls?” The dragoness let out a resonating chuckle that echoed ominously. “Ohohoho~ it’ll feel so good! I can always use my pisser to wash you up anyway.”

How sadistic! Thames’ mind conjured unimaginably revolting images, leaving him trembling in despair. The thought of getting covered in the dragoness’ filth and then subjected to a most degrading kind of bath had his stomach knotting up. If he had to choose between acidic death and imbruted life… no! The wolf shook his head. He refused to die, but he didn’t want to become a dragon’s plaything, either!

Her gaze held a glint of perverse glee. “Doesn’t that sound like fun? It’ll be a whole new world for a tiny like you!” Unable to break free from her coiled tail, Thames felt his rumbling stomach lurch as she dragged him back down her underbelly. She rolled over on her side, spreading open her hindlegs, and let her tail drag him down the scales. He passed a sticky, moist slit, his snout breaching the soft, wrinkled meat and breathing in the pungent fumes within. Thames started gagging, suffering the urge to empty his stomach. Imagining being trapped in that place made him feel faint.

His horrified disgust reached an entirely new level when the tail stopped and hovered above a crumpled blue hole, pulsating in response to his arrival. The dragoness gave the wolf a long look, giggling. “Bet you've never gotten into a hole like this! Don't you just wanna get in there!?" The pucker ballooned outward, nearly touching his mouth. Thames shook his head vigorously. No, no way! Hell no!

The wolf welcomed the relief that followed after it shrunk back down without releasing any of the noxious gases inside. "Your friends are coming here when they're done. It'd be nice of you to wait for them, inside."

Thames let go of the breath, of the dread he'd been holding ever since she brought him to her crack. Just being near that dark, smelly crevasse made bile rise to his throat. He couldn't imagine entering it, bathing in her filth. His respite, unfortunately, didn't last long, for the dragoness once again sat on her haunches and brought him close to her face—close to her mouth. "So, what do you say? Butt or belly?"

The question shook free the panic that had been previously ensnared by the shock and dread that assaulted his mind. "Wait! Wait-wait-wait! I can steal for you, you know! I know my way around Wolfsberg and Klaipeda! I can get you shiny things, precious jewels, gold, anything I'll add anything to your hoard!"

His heart hammering robustly, Thames' desperation was raw. This idea of his—pilfering—was so much better than anything the dragoness suggested. His beseeching gaze met hers, hoping that this creature might spare him the terrifying fate so outlined.

The dragoness was silent, her slitted eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he blurted out his desperate plan. He almost dared to hope, but then her lip curled in a scoff. "A petty thief? How utterly… boring," she said, nonchalant as she licked her chops. "And here I thought you were about to make things interesting. Besides, I don't have a hoard."

She moved closer to him, eyes glinting with a dangerous curiosity, her maw opening just a sliver, "You know, you've given me another idea. You could serve as a...digestive aid. You can give me a nice belly rub and help break down the food chunks while you're at it. I'll cough you up before my belly starts to work on you."

A digestive aid!? That sounded so much worse than a sex toy! "N-n-no! Please! Please, reconsider!" Everything this vulgar beast proposed made him nauseous. Trembling, Thames entreated, "You are a mighty dragon. A powerful dragon! A goddess wrapped in scales! Surely you could come up with another use for me!"

She rumbled. "Ohhh, so I'm a goddess now?" A deep, throbbing chuckle resonated through his bones. "Ha! Then, as a 'goddess', you'll be more than happy worshiping me—serving me in any way I want, every day for the rest of your life."

Thames pleaded, "But, what… what kind of life is that!? There's just got to be something else—

The dragon ignored his pleas, his protestations, and moved closer, licking her lips. "That's all I have for you, wolfy! Either that or my tummy! You're just some cowardly thief, and being food is the highest honor you can aspire to."

"C'mon, please, dragon, think it over! Anything else; I'll do anything else! I'm begging you—

"Aaahhhhhhh~" Her mouth neared, impending doom growing imminent. Thames couldn't help but tightly close his eyes and brace himself for the muculent nightmare. Her hot and fetid breath washed over him, its foulness strengthening in potency. The gurgling and smacking sounds of her maw got louder the closer she came, amplifying his primal fears to their utmost limit.

Survival instincts took over and, right when she was about to close her mouth on top of him, Thames blurted out, "Okay! Okay-okay-okay; I accept! Use me as you will. Just don't kill me!"

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