This was a date night gone horribly wrong. Shira knew that Maggie had a reputation for her ‘dates’ ending badly, but shi thought that maybe shi would be different. Surely a feminine creature would have more respect, right? The magpie had been wonderful to hir in the lead up to the date and the two had enjoyed a lovely dinner together. But now that the microdragoness was in the bird’s bedroom, things had taken a much darker turn. Shi was on the edge of Maggie’s bed, hir body framed by the bird’s black thighs. In the center, the avian’s slit loomed large. At Shira’s back, Mag’s left hand kept the micro from moving more than an arm’s length from her vent. Maggie was proving to be every bit as dangerous in the bedroom as Shira had heard.
The dragoness was already drenched by the bird’s fluids. At first, it was exciting to have hir entire body pressed against the dark slit of hir larger companion. But when Maggie held hir there, arousal gave way to alarm. When Shira started to thrash in search of air, the bird pressed the dragoness more tightly against her body. While Shira was able to get some oxygen with hir head pressed between the magpie’s lower lips, it was only just enough to keep hir squirming for Mag’s pleasure. It was only once hir struggles slowed—thanks to a lack of meaningful air—that the bird relented and Shira could take a proper breath again.
“Mag, I…” Shira gasped. Shi panted for air while shi could and occasionally coughed up some of the bird’s fluids. Hir shining white scales stood out against the black scales of Maggie’s hand, as if the dragoness were a point of light caught amidst the darkness at hir date’s crotch.
Maggie remained silent. She wasn’t interested in a conversation right now. She had better uses for the dragoness’ open mouth, such as filling Shira’s snout with her clit. She leaned forward and pushed her hand upward, which brought Shira face-first against the sensitive little nub; a nub that, from the micro’s perspective, was as big as hir head. Shira quickly shut hir mouth and delayed the inevitable, but the bird still squeezed her date’s head against her body. It was utterly smothering; unlike at Mag’s slit, there was no gap in which Shira could take a breath. Worse, the pressure slowly forced hir jaws apart. As hir mouth opened, the taste of avian pleasure violated hir tastebuds. The mounting pressure gave way only once Shira’s jaws had spread too far to keep Mag’s clit out. Her clitoris rapidly jammed against the back of Shira’s throat, shattering hir jaw in the process.
Shira attempted to scream but could only manage a muffled gurgling sound. When the dragoness started crying, Maggie’s devilish smirk only widened. “Come now, you can do more than that…” she cooed as she pressed on the dragoness’ head once more. “Love the crying though. Keep it up.” Her voice was playful and sonorous, but there was not the slightest hint of mercy for the dragoness.
The dragoness knew shi needed to escape, somehow. Shi might be able to get help if shi could just flee this sadistic creature. Shira tried to push back against Mag, but the vicious female didn’t even notice the effort at first. When Maggie did notice that Shira was trying to fight back, she humored the dragoness by relaxing her grasp and permitting the micro a small win. There was a glimmer of hope in the dragoness’ eyes when hir arms extended and shi nearly pushed hirself free of Maggie’s clit, which was immediately snuffed out when Mag pressed on Shira’s head with a single finger. The herculean effort required for Shira to press hirself off Maggie’s clit took no effort at all for Mag to overcome. As she pressed on the micro and shoved her clit against the back of Shira’s throat, she broke both of the dragoness’ arms. Shira’s sobbing renewed and hir entire body shuddered in pain. Shi was at the very edge of consciousness. Hir spirit was broken. Hir body would soon follow.
Maggie gently pulled Shira’s head off her clit and tilted her head at the partially-broken micro. “Aww, poor thing… If you can’t handle my clit, I can find a different use for you,” she chirped. Shira was alarmed at the concept. What other uses could this bird have for her? She didn’t have to wait long for an answer. The magpie shifted her hand forward, curled it around Shira, and began to slide the dragoness feet-first into her vent. Though Shira attempted to squirm, hir feeble efforts were far too little, just like hir entire body had proven to be. Maggie took her time pressing Shira inside; she had all afternoon to enjoy herself. The world steadily darkened for the dragoness as the avian’s dark flesh engulfed hir body. As her toy disappeared, Mag rubbed herself with her free hand; Shira had a clear view of the action right above hir, showing what shi’d been hopelessly incapable of handling and that the sadistic bird enjoyed torturing hir.
Shira continued to sob, shudder, and squirm as shi completely disappeared into Maggie’s slit. The fleshy walls around hir were as merciless as the bird’s attitude towards hir. Shi was too small to be crushed yet, but hir body bent in unnatural ways as the bird fingered herself. However, Maggie wanted more than just hir fingers and her ‘date’ was not nearly large enough to satisfy her.
“It seems like you still need help…” Maggie cooed. Shira could just barely make out the muffled words as Mag walked across the room to her toy drawer. As she walked, gravity pulled Shira towards the entrance to the avian’s vent. For a moment, Shira hoped shi was dying and reached for the light, only for that light to be blacked out as Mag put her favorite dildo to good use.
The tapering toy was generously coated in lube and it slid easily into Mag’s slit. It also easily slid over Shira’s body and forced the dragoness back into hir place inside the bird. Maggie felt her smaller, still-living toy slide against the dildo and chirped in pleasure. She hilted the toy inside herself and allowed Shira a few moments to struggle in vain. The dragoness couldn’t do anything to save hirself; hir broken arms were useless, hir wings were nearly glued to the dildo, and hir legs couldn’t meaningfully kick in such a tight space.
Once Mag started to ride the dildo, Shira felt like shi was caught in an engine. Hir entire world violently moved back and forth. Sometimes hir body stuck completely to the dildo and was dragged across the inside of the bird’s vent. Other times hir body would be partially caught in one of the folds of slit-flesh and the dildo would pull free, only to ram against hir and break something else. All the while, the bird’s vent became tighter, hotter, and wetter. Shira couldn’t hear the sounds of hir own body breaking over the sounds of the dildo sliding in and out of Mag’s body, nor could shi hear the lust-filled coos and chirps of the bird’s pleasure. Soon, shi wouldn’t hear anything at all.
The exact cause of Shira’s death was unknowable. Hir various injuries had caused massive internal bleeding. Shi could scarcely breathe in such a tight space. The viscous mix of lube and femcum blocked hir nose, mouth, and throat. Even if shi lived to experience Magpie’s orgasm, Shira’s body crunched like an aluminum can once the bird reached her climax. The once-vibrant dragoness had been reduced to little more than a ruined pelt and a pathetic smear of oddly-colored gore.
Once Mag got off and removed her toy, she saw the mangled micro struck to her dildo and smiled. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me,” she cooed. Maggie went to the restroom to clean off her toy and dispose of the evidence. Shira’s remains were unceremoniously flushed down the toilet, never to be found.
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