[center][b]A Good Hike Can Be Quite Filling[/b][/center]
[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw AKA IcyCoatl[/center]
[center]Based on an RP between IcyCoatl and Haxur Dark-Lizard[/center]
[center]Carla is © IcyCoatl/Kaydrien, Haxur is © Haxur Dark-Lizard[/center]


Carla could feel the damned rain trickling in through the seams in her raincoat. She knew when she bought it that it was cheap junk, but she didn’t [i]do[/i] this sort of thing. Office work and the occasional road trip didn’t require much in the way of waterproofing. But that had been before she’d let herself be talked into this ridiculous hiking trip.

“Get out of the office, he said. Fresh air, he said. Burn some calories, he said. Okay, maybe not that last part, but he was thinking it. Fuck you Fred!” Such was the litany of frustrated annoyance from the increasingly damp (and relatively heavyset) raccoon woman. 

She’d seen the dark opening in the rock a few minutes ago and spent them hiking toward it in hopes of getting out of the rain. The cave mouth was quite large, now that she was close enough to see it. All the better: A larger cave meant more chance of some part of it being dry.

A smoother-than-average stone interrupted her progress about a dozen yards from the beckoning shelter. Slick with rain it sent her tumbling into a mud-puddle, cursing the whole way down. Left side smeared with mud she trudged those last few feet into the crack in the rock, too late for it to save her. Her ringed tail alone felt like it was carrying about twenty pounds of water.

At least the cave was warm and dry. Warmer than she expected, really. Maybe it caught the sun just right during the day or something. Shucking her worthless muddy coat she tossed it onto a smooth rock. The wet plat noise echoed back to her from deeper inside. [i]Wonder how deep this cave goes.[/i] 

Starting to shiver a bit now, she decided to pursue that thought and find out. Warm the cave might be but her drenched fur still carried the chill of the rain, and the periodic drafts from outside made that worse. Deeper in meant fewer air cold air currents to discomfort her. Besides, she had nothing better to do until the storm stopped.

Padding further into the cave, Carla found the air growing warmer and warmer until she could be almost comfortable if not for her soaked state. Her jeans and tail were leaving a trail of water spots on the stone floor behind her. She hated jeans, give her a crisp skirt or a pair of business slacks any day. But at least her ‘outdoors’ outfit meant she wouldn’t have lost any nice clothes to this little expedition.

Up ahead she could see a golden glow from around a soft turn in the rocky natural corridor. Surprise brought her to a stop; was there someone here already? She supposed that could be. Somebody would have noticed a cave this big sooner or later. It wasn’t as striking as some places she’d heard of but might be some kind of low-key tourist attraction.

… Or… Not. The sight she found around that corner stunned her into complete immobility. The already-wide corridor opened onto an implausibly large cavern, walls carved with geometric designs. You could fit a baseball stadium or two in here- Was the mountain even this large? Carla had no way of knowing.

What struck her breathless was the massive piles of gold filling much of the space. Not all gold, really; in the sourceless light she could see that a lot of it was silver and copper, but that only seemed to underline the amount of wealth piled here by bulking out the gold to a volume that much wealth ought to take up. And there was enough glinting color to suggest that gemstones more than made up for the difference. 

Her legs carried her forward to the mountain of treasure. This close she could see jewelry, sculptures, even the odd goblet or dinner plate in among the coins and gemstones. This was incredible. As a high-up manager at a large corporation the busty raccoon was familiar with large amounts of money. They were mostly long numbers on pieces of paper or computer screens. Standing in front of a pile of genuine treasure was a different experience.

She sank onto her knees in the pile, digging through it with her hands and laughing. She could retire off this, easy. Get a yacht. Two yachts. The hard part would be not breaking the economy too much. The raccoon threw herself into the pile, rolling around in the glorious glittering mound. 

The clinking of precious metal echoed dimly off the walls of the cavern, meeting and mingling with the faraway sound of raindrops nearer the cave mouth. For almost a minute Carla just reveled in her discovery. As she ran out of steam she came to a stop on a smooth patch in the pile. The panting executive settled in there, getting ready to nap out the storm outside on the warm pile… which moved.

A cascade of coins tumbled along with her as she slid down a small hill of coins. Her breath left her with a [i]whush[/i] as she came to a stop in a shining little canyon. A huge shape emerges from the glittering pile, dripping gold and gems to cascade back into the hoard to look at her with shining eyes.

“Oh, hello there.” The deep, rich masculine voice reverberated in her bones. 

The raccoon scrambled back, scooting away from the new presence on her generous butt. Breathing fast from surprise and fright, she gave eloquent voice to her certainty that this couldn’t be what it looked like. “…Whah?”

A huge scaled head is looming up, outlined against the roof of the cave (also carved in intricate patterns; Carla knows her mind is trying to distract itself from the doom that has just appeared, but it is very nice carving). Long spiky protrusions frame its face, dark purple-red in color. Bright green belly-scutes run over a monumental ribcage, black bat wings rising up behind. But the focal point of her fear is inexplicably the blazing gold eyes fixed on her quivering furry form.

“Why, look at this.” It rumbles through sharp white teeth, a chuckle appropriate to its size. One forelimb easily taller than Carla herself pushed her onto her back in the pile. “I have a pet to play with.”

[i]Oh my hecking heck that is real.[/i] Carla was pinned beneath that convincingly solid foreclaw, frozen in fear. The dragon- yes, that’s a fucking dragon, she assured herself- had her immovably pressed into the gold and gems under her, which she felt give a little from the pressure. 

“Nothing to say?” Bright golden irises gazed down into her eyes, commanding her attention even more than the businesslike teeth. The tip of a long tail curled around to flick against her thigh, but the raccoon couldn’t look away.

“Talk?” She barely managed to get out. Starting to hyperventilate, she could feel that big deep voice coming in through the paw on her chest as much as the air around her. She couldn’t look away… Those eyes-  

“Ah. You speak.” The dragon (whose name, if one were to ask, was and remains Haxur) never broke eye contact, tail gliding over the front of her pants to rub and press against the crotch of her pants. He leaned in to sniff almost delicately at the furry female he had caught.

Carla felt like she was falling into those blazing eyes, adrift in a sea of golden flames. Her rapid breathing drew in the spicy-sour smell of the large creature. She fought through the sensations to answer. “I-I speak. You can talk?”

“Yes, I can talk.” Haxur chuckled. The warm feminine scent of the raccoon under his paw was pleasing to him, untainted by any trace of male companionship. “And I can tell you’re lonely.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Carla said weakly. She was feeling lightheaded, and very aware of the scaly paw pressing down on her breasts and slowly stiffening nipples. That big predatory head leaned in closer, tip of the muzzle coming to a stop just to the side of her head.

“I know you crave a master.” Haxur whispered (if such a large creature can be said to whisper). Unable to look away from his gaze, the raccoon felt something rub at her lower leg. “I know you want me.”

She shivers from more than fear now. Fighting down unexpected feelings she pushes at the dragon’s head. He allows himself to be moved momentarily. “I-I don’t need a master! I just wanted to come out of the cold and-“

“And be filled?” His head darts back in to purr in her ear before leaning back, head pulling up and away to sit upright. Something presses against Carlas crotch, startling a groan from her. She looked down.

The ‘something’ is a penis as massive as the rest of him, a pillar that’s nearly as big as her torso, widening into a beach-ball of a knot at the base. Its twin sits atop it, weighing it down so that its tip presses between her legs. The slit leaks clear precum, soaking through her jeans and panties, leaving her wet. More wet; The raccoon isn’t sure when it happened but she is pretty sure that some of that moisture is hers.

Along with the pre comes another heady waft of dragonmusk, clinging to the inside of her lungs in a way that makes her knees shake. A toothy grin slides onto the dragon’s face. “Fate has brought you to me. Give in to your desires. Ask your master to take you.”

His cock is so hot grinding against her denimed inner legs, still oozing that hot pre all over her crotch. Carla was paralyzed by the arousal that had been building since she’d first walked into the treasure cavern, well before she consciously noticed it. Her legs shook and spread wide to let dragonflesh rub as closely against her nethers as the jeans would allow.

Carla tried to focus through the haze, but it was a losing battle. [i]I’m so wet. I need, need…[/i] Her fevered panting, shallow from the paw pressed down on her chest, brought in more spicy male fragrance with the air. [i]I want it. That bastard is fucking with my head somehow, and I want it. But there’s no way- That glorious, meaty- It won’t[/i] fit. [i]And oh fuck there’s another one. I’d rip in two.[/i] 

Her eyes wandered of their own initiative, tracing the green underbelly down to those shafts, back up to the muscled forelimb holding her down, up the neck, to the face. Those eyes. They filled up her mind again, and she opened her mouth to answer.

“Take me.”

“Hmm? What was that?” His smile didn’t change at all, confident and immovable. Patient. “I didn’t hear the magic words.”

“Take me. Take me, Master!” Part of Carla’s mind was cursing her, and the dragon for good measure. It didn’t keep her plea from coming out as a near scream of need that echoed from the walls. “Please!”

“Good girl.” Swifter than she could follow Haxur’s other foreclaw ripped away the front of her jeans and panties in one motion, leaving nothing between her soaked sex and the cavern air. Carla’s fur stood on end all at once from the sudden exposure. He didn’t give her more than an instant to enjoy the freedom or cringe from her nakedness, as that lower cock shoved back in to grind against her lower lips. 

Writhing and moaning the raccoon didn’t notice much else besides the skin-to-skin contact of that tip, still oozing to add to her own arousal. Within a few seconds of grinding he shucked her legs of the remaining sad denim to reveal her thick hips. 

One more swift motion of his hips brought the shaft touching her down to her tailhole, aligning his top cockhead with her feminine slit and forcing both tips in at once. Their pointed tips only barely ease entry. Carla’s holes are much too small for the battering rams forcing their way in; her scream of pain is forestalled by the equally enormous tongue that forces its way into her mouth in an overwhelming, possessive kiss.

She could barely hold most of that slimy muscle in her mouth. It tickles the back of her throat even as she has to start swallowing down the hot saliva. The smell of him wafts through her nose from the back, dragging her under a tide of arousal that drowns what should be utter agony into a desirable discomfort. Carle can feel one cock pulling her cunny open in a way that pushes hard against her clit. The other makes her rectum burn despite the added slickness of her own juice on its tip to add to his pre.

Inch by inch the huge shafts pushed into her, stretching her further and further. The bulge of the cocks slowly filling her was visible through her stomach, climbing up he belly toward her ribcage. That part of the raccoon’s mind that had screamed expletives at her acquiescence was aware that something really should have ripped by now. Carla told it to shut up.

The dragon was enjoying his new toy immensely. He purred delightedly, plunging in and out of her throat. His eyes bored through hers, into her mind to penetrate that with his will just as his cocks pushed into the raccoon’s tight lower holes.

Carla struggled, not to escape but to try to get more of him into her. The grip of the claw had loosened as if especially to permit her efforts; but caught between his tongue at one end and cocks at the other her thrashing could not move her much. Still, the jerking motion was enough to send her over the edge into her first gushing orgasm. The sudden release of her feminine fluids was enough lubrication to let in another inch all at once.

The sparking pleasure of release eased her tension for only a moment, before the musk filling her lungs started coaxing her back into a state of need. Carla was intensely aware that she was totally dependent on this dragon to keep pushing into her if she wanted him to bottom out. And she badly wanted him to bottom out. There was simply no way for her to stretch any further on her own if he let go.

Instead of trying to drive herself back once more, she sucked at the tongue still in her mouth, desperately trying to draw more of this male into her in any way possible. 

Haxur chuckled at the nearly tormented need in the furry female’s eyes. He pulled it inexorably back against the dragging suction on his tongue, leaving ‘only’ enough to tickle at the beginnings of her throat. 

Not feeling that alone an adequate reminder of just who was in control, he shoved his cocks into her a little further- leaving the shaft a little less than halfway into her body at this point- and lowered himself to rest the weight of his torso on Carla.

Under her new masters bulk the raccoon whined in distress, completely unable to move. She could do nothing except lay there, feel the cocks oozing pre into her, and try to huff as much of his wonderful scent as she could. Which wasn’t much, the weight on her chest making it difficult to breathe. She whimpered a wordless plea.

It was a dozen slow heartbeats before the great beast deemed this an acceptable sign of submission. Or perhaps he was merely taking his time savoring the tightness of the female around his cocks from a static position, his own weight pressing them against each other with only here thin vaginal and anal walls to separate them. In any case, it was a moment before he lifted himself up, pushing her down more quickly onto his endowments.

Legs spread as wide as he could to ease his passage, Carla could see the obscene bulge moving up her abdomen in her peripheral vision. Even as his malenesses filled her deeper than anything was ever meant to go, into her womb and bowels, the raccoon felt her ass and cervix twitch around the intrusion. 

It wasn’t enough: She sucked furiously on his tongue, swallowing down his saliva to tide her over in anticipation of being even more full. 

Fortunately for her his patience was not endless. The dragon began to thrust, slowly at first, but pushing a little deeper into undiscovered territory each time. His burning hot precum oozed out in amounts dwarfing the full load of a male of Carla’s own size to ease the way. 

Determined to break her will to a shape more his own liking he held himself to a steady pace. Over and over again he hit her G-spot. No surprise, he hit all the spots as he stretched the raccoon beyond all reason. Muffled shrieks of pleasure managed to force their way out of her past his tongue with every shove with the force of his thrusts; so far in was he that her lungs were forced empty to make room.

Carla thought she must have come over and over by now, and maybe she had. Everything felt so wonderful that she couldn’t tell. Not least in the stormy sea of sensation was the first impact of his knots against her entrances.

The dragon was so far in that her lungs were forced empty to make room; muffled shrieks of pleasure managed to force their way out of her past his tongue with every shove from the force of his thrusts. It was impossible, she should tear, but as long as he kept pushing back in everything was perfect.

Having bottomed out (for now), Haxur began to thrust faster. Eyes locked once more on the raccoon, he spread his membraned wings into a dome over them. Carla was plunged into darkness except the golden eyes that burned with pleasure. Searing into her thoughts with their intensity, the glowing orbs and pleasure/pain/pleasure from below became her whole world.

She wanted to show her new master, her always-but-didn’t-know-until-now-master, that she wanted to please him. She wanted him. She wanted his… eggs? Would there be eggs? She wanted to bear his young in whatever form. In her desperation to demonstrate her devotion she managed to suck so hard on his tongue that she got it back into her throat for a moment as he pulled out. [i]He must have let me. He’s so strong and beautiful… or maybe the suction from his pulling out helped.[/i]

With a mountain-shaking purr he once more dragged his tongue out of her to break the kiss and nudged instead with his lips at the fur of the raccoons neck. The thrusting of the dragon’s hips became more erratic as his self-control finally began to wear away under the tightness of the tiny female beneath him.

“Tell me…” Haxur flicked the forked tip of his tongue over the side of that vulnerable throat. “What do you desire most?”

“Fuck me!” Carla’s only hesitation was that forced by a lack of air left her by his last thrust. Her need left her only enough attention to catch the oddness of rhythm in her pleading, matched to his rutting. The confident, independent businesswomen had already been forever altered by this powerful being, other priorities wiped away by the fire of his eyes, smothered under the fog of male musk, squeezed out by his magnificent erections. 

She didn’t miss them. 

“Fill me, give me your hatchlings, [i]knot me![/i]”

By way of answer he shoved in hard, losing the beat entirely. Haxur always had loved breaking a breeder.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Carla could feel the surge of pre that accompanied his surge of arousal, and the massive knots battering at her shapely rear to leave her bruised. Every last moment was filled with the anticipation of his massive climax.

With a roar of satisfaction he forced his knots into her, bit her neck possessively, and [i]came[/i]. 

 The pain of the knots passage into her abused holes nearly caused Carla to pass out. Or maybe it was the way her lungs could barely expand enough for her to breathe, pressed up against her ribcage by his cockheads. She was past noticing the way it ought to kill her. Or how it ought to hurt. It did, but she was one big rolling orgasm herself by now.

To Carla the purring against her throat was as good as the cocks erupting inside to her. It meant her master was happy.

Too soon he released her throat, pulling away to look at the broken-willed ringtail that was his breeder. Haxur watched her start to swell as gallons of white-hot dragon seed rocketed out of his shafts into her. “Good girl. You serve me well.”

Carla barely managed a happy little whine at the praise. She looked beyond pregnant already, so full and filling further in little fits and starts coinciding with each spurt of semen. In a moment, she was sure, her belly would swell far enough to bump against her master’s chest. Then she would get to feel him there, too.

“I didn’t catch your name, pet.” Dragon tongue swept over the bite mark, drawing a weak shuddering orgasm out of her. Part of that most recent swelling of her belly was made of her own trapped juices.

“C-carla.” That almost didn’t sound right anymore. Carla couldn’t stretch like this. Carla had never been this thoroughly pleased, no, owned by a male. “But you can change it if you want to, Master.”

“Mmmmm. Carla. I like that name.” As before his muzzle darted in close to her ear. “And do you know what that mark is on your neck? Touch it. Feel it.”

He moved the paw from her shoulder so she could bring up a shaking hand to feel the dents in her neck, still slick with saliva and bleeding only slightly. She was distracted by the cum still pumping into her. It gurgled around to find every last crevice of her insides. But Master had asked her a question, so she fought to focus.

“It’s your teeth.” She struggled to make better sense of it. Afraid he would tell her she was wrong, Carla timidly presented her conclusion: “It… means I’m yours?”

“It is a sign of ownership… and I know you loved it.” Haxurs orgasm finally trailed to a close. He purred sweet as honey that reverberated in her bones. “You have been a good girl, and I wanted to reward you.” 

She came again, hard enough to make overstretched muscles spasm wobble her now-enormous middle. The feeble squeeze was enough to drive his seed up her throat from where it had long since flooded her stomach. Carla swallowed hard, unwilling to lose a single drop.

“HaaaAAAAAH… ah…. ah…” Thus panted the happiest raccoon in the world, eyes unfocused.

Satisfied, the red dragon pulled out. The knots tugged hard on Carla’s lower lips and pucker; more of the good pain she knew she would crave and she could take a full breath again. 

Relief soon turned into a squeal of distress as she felt much of that precious cum begin to pour out of her. The ringtail wanted to cover herself, keep any more from leaking out of her with her hands but she couldn’t reach around her belly.

“No! No! I’m sorry, master, please-“

“Hmmm. So sad.” The dragon rested his twin pillars on her large belly, the weight forcing out another little flood onto the cavern floor where the force of his rutting had pushed most of the treasure-hoard out of the way. Still sensitive from filling his female and glistening with their mixed juices, they throbbed and shook. “If you want more… then show me how bad you want it.”

She struggled with her sloshing bulk, barely managing to roll onto her belly. The pressure on her stomach forced the stream of dragon-cum out of her faster for a moment before she managed to lock her legs against each other to slow the loss. Unable to reach the ground with her limbs Carla could only try to rock her face toward those glorious dragoncocks on her swollen belly and try not to throw up any of her virile prize. 

“You are going to serve me well.” Haxurs chuckles echoed off the distant walls of the cave at her eagerness. “Don’t worry: I will keep you well fed and… hydrated.”

The raccoon woman’s feverish rocking continued, still unable to reach the source of that wonderful seed. But she was starting to lose the battle and leak at both ends, globs of white cum splattering out over the gold and gems.

“And you’re safe under my protection.” The dragon purred calmly, staring once more into her eyes as he reached his foreclaws down to his cocks. With three swift strokes he let himself come to another peak and spraying her with his musky cum and mark her with his scent.

Carla caught as much as she could in her mouth, and scooped more in with her hands between spurts. She inhaled to bring in as much of her master’s scent as she could… and probably a little of his semen as well. Her need for every possible drop of his essence would have overwhelmed any need to cough it out. Though still leaking from her hopelessly stretched-out cunt and ass, it felt almost as good to be covered in it from the outside in.

“Cover yourself in my hot, white embrace, my pet.” Haxur commanded, second orgasm trailing off as he willed it. She tried as best her shrinking belly allowed- enough to roll around in the growing lake of semen. Her leak slowed to a trickle, the raccoons very insides refusing to let any more go. 

Still huge, she meant to cover every inch of herself in salty sticky whiteness. Inside and out.

[center]*** Several Months Later ***[/center]

“Haaaah… haaah.” The raccoons labored breaths came in time with her contractions. Carla’s pussy and anus had never shrunk back all the way to their former size, never even quite closed all the way. Just enough to be a little too tight each time her master wanted to fill her once more. If any anthro male tried to fuck her, none but the most well-endowed might be able to touch her inner walls all the way around. 

She thought this was a good thing: No one else would ever be able to please her like Haxur could. Why should they have any reason to try?

It was still not wide enough to let the first egg out easily. Or the third, crowning now. So it was that Carla the raccoon, former queen bitch of HR and current breeder bitch of the dragon Haxur, got more of the delicious pain-pleasure of being stretched out again on top of the joy of laying his eggs. 

The smallest so far was at least a foot and a half around. It laid comfortably next to its sibling in a shallow depression of soft gold which they had carefully sorted out for that purpose. Nothing but the best for Haxurs eggs.

It sent a flush through Carla as she gazed at the eggs, panting and tightening around the next. Motherhood was almost enough of a joy that she could nearly forget for a moment that she was sitting on her lover’s lap. Or rather, on his lower cock, resting her back against the other so he could feel her every straining movement.

His purr heralded the arrival of the dragons foreclaws on either side of her ribcage, under her arms, and lifted her up.

“You’re doing well, my pet. I love it when you moan for me.” Haxur rumbled as he shoved the pre-slicked lower shaft into the rear that had been seated upon it moments ago. 

“HaaaAAah!” Hearing her master’s pleasure with her pushed her over the edge. Between her gushing femcum and the huge tip pushing into her ass the egg slid the rest of the way out of her stretched folds.

“My-[i]ahh[/i]” Carla moaned between words, unable to prevent the sound of her pleasure. “-babies are- [i]oooh[/i] -going to be big like Master.”

Her jaw hung open in a fucked-silly smile as she continued. “They’re going to make some lucky breeding pets so [i]happy[/i] when they grow up.”

The fourth egg popped out with the force of the orgasm triggered by the thought of bringing something even half as wonderful as her Master into the world. It rolled down the slope of gold to rest beside its siblings.

“Our children are going to be powerful. It is fitting that they will have pets of their own in the future.” He hilted her ass, knot pressing against her pleasure spots perfectly from the other side of her innards.

“Yessssss.” Carla could feel what she thought was the last egg bouncing around inside of her. Without its brothers and sisters pressing down on it, it just moved up and down in time with Haxur’s thrusts. Shuddering pleasure shivered through her in waves from the stimulation of her un-laid egg.

[i]Little rascal takes after daddy already[/i]. Carla thought, already climbing toward orgasm again. She fluttered her eyelashes playfully up at the dragon now knot-fucking her backside. “Master? The last one is stuck. Can you help? Please?”

“As you wish, my pet.” Haxur growled down into her ear, and shoved his thick knot once more into her ring and shot his prodigious load into her, causing her to swell once more. His other shaft erupted in a geiser behind her head, showering her with more of his musk-laden cum as his teeth settled onto the mark of that first mating bite.

“HAAAAAAAH!” The extra pressure flooding her backside (really, more the downward push of her filling stomach) combined with the pulsing of her own orgasm to force out the last egg. She shivered even as the warmth of the cum seeps into her from inside and out.

Carla caught what she could in her mouth, rubbing the rest of it into her flat(ter) belly. She reached down to touch her stretched out lower lips: The raccoon wanted to feel what her master had done to her with her own hands. She basked in the feel of her own gaping pussy.

“Master? I feel all empty now. In front.” She hastened to add. As much as the thought thrilled her, both of those monstrous penises might be a little much for one hole, even with whatever magic it was that let her stretch so far… 

“Oh, really?” Haxur lifted his raccoon toy until only his tip was caught in her ass, its comparative narrowness allowing a gush of sticky seed to flow out around it and down the slope toward their eggs. He turned her around, fitting his other still-spurting cockhead to her vulva. Then, purring and holding onto her neck, he shoved her down.

She tightened her vocal cords to let him hear the long [i]hnnnnnnn[/i] of the air he forced out of her body with his penetration.  When he pulled back again for the next thrust, she used that breath for a scream of joy that echoed around the cave.

“Thank you Master! Thank you! Please, BREED ME!”

And he did. Again, and again, and again, and again……….

[center]The End[/center]