How not to tame a dragon
(rape, vore, digestion)
Mila and Butch, her unusually big great dane, were marching through dense forest. The jaguaress had a very particular project in mind, one which would earn her fame and riches. Or an untimely, exceedingly painful death if the other adventurers at the tavern were to be believed, but what do they know? They did not know her, they had no clue of what she was capable of. She was good with animals, had a knack for winning their trust as well as gaining control over them. Just like her dog. Butch would do anything she told him to, even though it was well within his abilities to turn her into his chew toy should he wish to. Instead he trotted beside her, looking around and sniffing for any potential danger. He had no idea that his mistress was after a dragon and already decided to use him as a bargaining chip in her scheme to upgrade pets.
 
First Butch’s keen nose picked up an unusual scent, one which frightened the large dog. Then Mila picked up the noise of a very distressed deer. The duo picked up the pace, the huntress guessing she was on the right track now. After some running through the woods, she pushed aside a dense shrub, pressing her head through the vegetation while Butch cowered at her feet, shaking. The feline’s jaw dropped as she laid her eyes upon the doe. She was pressed down, her front legs on her knees and her wide standing hind legs shivering under the weight of the juvenile red dragon on top of her. Mila clasped her soft paws to her mouth to silence her surprised gasp. She had expected a small drake or something or to once again find that the supposed dragon was a bunch of kobolds a drunk villager “remembered” wrong. Instead she was standing in the presence of a true dragon, albeit a small one, soaking in the sight and sulfuric scent of him raping that doe. She saw the dragon’s thick ridged, shaft sliding in and out, carrying sticky juices along with it on the slow, forceful trips in and out of the cervine’s body, while his broad, sloped knot at the base of his mast did not seem to fit inside, but not for lack of enthusiasm. The roughly horse sized beast opened his jaws, right above the doe’s head. Was he going to start devouring her mid sex, or will he taunt her? Mila was rooted to the ground, ignoring the warm tingle and spreading moisture between her thighs. But her lingering arousal soon turned to fear when the long, alligatoresque head of the monster snapped around, pointing precisely at her.
“Did no one teach you it is impolite to watch without an invitation?” the dragon snarled, pride and amusement filling his regal voice as he gave a particularly violent thrust as if to drive the point home along with his cock, lifting the doe’s rear hooves off the ground.
The dragon used Mila’s surprise to keep talking. “You can have your turn soon. Once I fed.” the dragon huffed, clearly not done using the doe yet. Mila though an experienced huntress with plenty of self harvested deer hides on her floor and bed, cringed as she saw the dragon’s savage thrust causing a bulge to grow in the doe’s abdomen. She did not want to imagine how sore and or destroyed that thing’s cervix was by now.
“Thanks for the offer but I actually searched for you.”
that got the dragon’s attention.
“Usually its just the kobolds that seek to serve me.” he replied, barely throwing down the ravaging of the worn out doe.
“Nono. I was thinking of a more mutually beneficial arrangement. Call it a partnership.”
“Oh? And why should I team up with prey?” the dragon snorted, his red eyes staring right into her soul making the jaguaress shudder in primal fear until she regained her composure.
“That is exactly the point. See, I am an adventurer. I go places, I hunt beasts, I hunt criminals. There is gold in it too. Would it not be a great arrangement for you to, well, pose as my mount and get to eat people with impunity, gaining coin, adoration and fame from simply feeding your ravenous stomach rather than being chased by slayers? You’d be the fabric of legends and all you need to do is accept my little weight on your back, acting as a manager.” she should have enrolled in bard college she thought, as the wrathful disgust at her mention of him being her mount, faded from the dragon’s glowing eyes again. But he still seemed hesitant. At least he slowed down the rutting of that poor doe.
“You can have my hunting dog as a down payment.” she continued, trying to accelerate the dragon’s thoughts towards agreeing.
“Hmm, under one condition.” the dragon snickered and slowly stepped back, off the doe’s back, pulling his huge bestial member from his gaping, reshaped folds. Splashed of acrid smelling, slightly steaming dragon cum splashed from the poor creature now collapsing under him. The breeding tool swaying under his belly was still dripping more pearly white liquid into the puddle growing from the squirming doe’s tunnel. “If you want to ride me, and live to tell the tale, you have to let me ride you first.” he said, looking at Mila’s sturdy feline body and then down at the wreckage of a deer crawling away with a pitiful limp, to probably make some wolf pack’s day.
 
“You… you demand sex from me.”
“Yes, as well as the dog. Are you sure you want to pose as the brains of your whole scheme? You seem a little slow to pick up. And why are you still dressed? Or do you like it when something vastly superior to yourself cuts your clothes to ribbons before bending your body to his needs?” he narrated, while making his member jolt, his virile scent engulfing the whole clearing he was standing in.
Mila buried the plans of a secondary career as a bard again as she had no idea how to reply to this. She just quickly ordered her dog to go forwards to the dragon. He was trained well enough to face mortal dangers on her command and once more he did, just like in the past. Mila was feeling only a little sad to lose him, given how much she was about to gain. Half of her had expected to go down in a blast of glory and or dragon fire today. Actually striking a deal with such a powerful being was exhilarating. As her dog whined and obeyed, she hopped on one leg, then the other as she almost jumped out of her clothes. Though she was still very much alive, going down was apparently the theme of the day. First up was Butch, scheduled to descend into the dragon’s belly.
 
The dragon chuckled as he saw the canine lying down before him. “Astonishing. You managed to pulp his brain it seems. Let’s see how thorough you were.” He lowered his head, jaws lined with pointy fangs gaping wide, hot sulfuric breath and slime drool freely emanating from the entrance to his cruel and greedy digestive tract. Yet the dog sat still, whining at his distracted mistress, voicing his terror as those jaws cast a shade on him…. engulfed him…. closed around him. By the time Mila looked up from her naked feet again, she just saw the red dragon’s lifted head and a small whining bulge spreading his armoured scales on its way towards his torso where her dog seemingly ceased to exist.
“Mhhh delicious.” hummed the dragon, demonstratively licking his lips, showing off the emptiness of his maw to the feline now stepping towards him.
“Him or me?” Mila replied teasingly, making him laugh.
“You are far too snack sized to make that joke.” he rumbled, leaning forwards, blowing hot air over her bare fur and inhaling strong enough to make the silky hairs on her lower belly sway. “But very delicious indeed. Fertile too. You will have to adventure on a pregnant belly.” he snickered and widened his stance, showing off and reminding her of the massive endowment he expected her to pleasure.
 
Mila gulped when her plans to just give him a combined hand and tit job was shattered.
“It is not going to fit.”
“Oh no worries. That doe was much tighter than you. When we started at least. Unless you want to join your dog. That is how prey without benefits rides me.”
Mila cursed her greed and the unabated arousal she felt from the powerful scent and near hypnotic sight of the dragon’s member. ‘Eyes bigger than one’s pussy’ or how did that otter saying go? In any case she crawled in the cummy mud under him and turned around, making her warm puffy lips face that ungodly size. He could put most horses to shame and MiLa’s brain tried to remind its owner that she had a troubled gait for hours after an enthusiastic stay with a well equipped fox once. This was a dragon, a true, feral dragon and….
With a sudden gasp she evacuated all the air from her body but that did not make enough room to make the sudden push of the draconic phallus any less shocking. Her eyes rolled back and her brain switched off instantly. She had never felt like this before. Sure she loved rough sex but this was… he was using her like a toy, degrading her to conveniently fuckable, moist, warm meat and for some odd reasons he loved it in spite of the pain. He was three sizes too large for her and when she looked back and saw how much of him was still outside, she gasped and wished she had not checked. His ridges pulled on the way out, his tip pressed against her cervix and compressed her entire womb like it was juicing a lemon when he pushed in. He always seemed to stop at the exact point where she thought he would break her. At first.
 
As time passed and his excitement built up, he lowered his stance, pushing his heavy thick scales belly on her back. The bliss of the remodelling of her reproductive tract was interrupted with a sharp stab of conscience when she felt faint struggles above. Butch was still alive and her breath stopped, contrasting her previous panting.
“Can you feel him in there? By now his face will be coming off. I love how long he stayed alive. Usually pets melt like butter in there. He is why I can stay so hard without even pushing halfway inside of you. Better hope I come before he dies.” the dragon snarled. It was not so much the cruelty of his words as the blatant, openly displayed joy over the agony of her betrayed dog that cut into Mila’s soul. But she gritted her teeth and carried on. This trial had to be worth it; she was not going home empty handed. With determination she pushed back against the massive cock, impaling herself. With a mix of lust, self loathing and ambition, she felt the dragon’s pointy tip wedge itself into her cervix and then spread it open. Hot pain and orgasmic lust both flooded her body, making her arms crumble. She collapsed, landing on her tits and chin, soaked in dragon-cum-mud while she felt her lower abdomen inflating with the beast’s member. She nearly went blind from all those impressions while the beast snarled above her and came. The gushes of semen deposited directly into her womb were painful in their pressure as well as the heat. Her lower belly grew as if she had devoured a particularly big chicken whole. When the beast was done, he did not yank his rod free like before, instead he slowly let it shrink back out, so her body had time to regain some of its original shape, keeping a good amount of seed inside. Though nearly half of it just ran down her thighs anyway.
 
“Good girl.” purred the dragon. “How do you feel?”
Mila took a minute to gain her bearings and consciousness again. This was the best and worst sex she ever had at the same time and now that her horniniess was shattered as her pussy, she felt very guilty for arranging for her pet of five years to be digested alive on top of her as that dragon got off and bred her to his dying throes.
“I feel… full. Sated. But also weak?” she replied.
“Mhhh do you maybe feel a little stupid too? Like someone who delivered a two course meal to a man eating beast and threw in some free sex on top for good measure?”
“Huh? I….”
“Don’t get it?” the dragon continued, a toothy smirk covering his entire scaly visage. The cruel grin burnt itself into Mila’s eyes until the beast burst into laughter, bleached dog fur coated in burning acids flying from his throat and landing on her face. The insult was even more painful than those digestive juices she got sprinkled with.
“You really, REALLY thought I would stoop down and let you climb on my back and let you steer me like some mule? I mean, I am great at controlling myself when I play with my lunch but you really thought some light snack and sub par sex was all it took to bend my will?” He stepped closer, pushing her down when his chest bumped into her and her legs were less than cooperative after what her lower body had gone through. The dragon now loomed over her.
“The pile of gold my kobolds amassed for me from picking through my waste after more bipedal meals is large enough for me to sleep on and you think you could buy my loyalty. Let me show you what you really deserve.”
 
Mila shook, dragging herself backwards with bare hands since her legs were of little to no use now. The dragon’s maw descended and scooped up her feet with visible practice. He held eye contact with her and while she agreed it was good practice during oral sex, it nearly doubled her terror while she was being eaten alive. A hot slimy tongue pulled on her shins, forcing her to watch as she, squirming and screaming, vanished past those scaly lips. The dragon meanwhile simply chuckled. He made a show of how easy it was to consume her, how casual he could take her life, make her his meal.
More and more of the jaguar entered his jaws, sweltering heat and saliva engulfing her along with his maw. Soon she was lifted off the floor as he tilted his head upwards. Then he merely opened his maw, letting her squirming body carry itself down his throat.
“Nooo please!” were the last of her words echoing through the forest before his throat closed in front of her head. When all went black, the gullet really gripped her, tugging her down while also pushing from above. Like so many before her, Mila was neatly deposited in the great beast’s stomach. Upon her arrival she was pressed against something soft and firm at the same time. When she heard snaps and pops, feeling the thing crumble as it was squished between her and the reluctantly expanding stomach walls, she realised that her half digested pet was being crushed under her as the throat forced her to spill into the digestive chamber. Realising the degree and avoidability of her folly, Mila wanted her final words to be an apology to her dog, but when she tried to fill her lungs, nothing but acrid fumes entered them. She felt her lungs drying into something closer to raisins than healthy organs while the pools of acids surrounding her burnt her flesh instantly. She wanted to scream but merely croaked, running on the remnants of oxygen still coursing through her veins, still conscious enough to feel in great detail as the stomach walls rubbed over her face, basting her in digestive juices. On the first run it simply caused excruciating pain, on the fifth turn the slimy clenching walls took her eyelids, lips and ears with them, simply scraping off her half liquefying flesh as she got to experience the fate of a red dragon’s food.