You surface, removing the scuba mouthpiece, and look around. You have never heard any cave divers talk about there being another cave in this system. You climb out of the easily moving, clean, earth-filtered water.  Years of erosion have made the limestone floor of the cave smooth. You'll have to remove your gear to explore any deeper. 

       Really, you think, it would probably be most prudent to head back to where you entered the underground river to begin with, but you don't know if you'll be able to find your way back here. Soon barefoot, in a slightly drippy wetsuit, you carefully made your way up the slope. Stalagmites are absent until higher up, implying the water level rises and falls, keeping the sediment from accumulating.  No absence of stalactites up above, in a more expected random arrangement. You get up to a level area, the ground just as smooth, and in the beam of your flashlight you see where some of the stalactites and stalagmites had merged to form columns, but ahead, there is an oddly linear path, where no protrusions of the cavern had formed, heading straight from the water to another part of the cave, which curved too far to see beyond. With the flashlight you can see the floor of the cave is rougher outside of this path, and you double check it with your fingers. 

       Curiosity has gotten the best of you. You descend, the cave surrounding you like the maw of some great beast, the columns like rivulets of drool strung between roof and floor. The teeth are self-explanatory, and the slight furrow amidst the smooth path could even imply a tongue.  At the end of the furrow is a dark archway, with a rounded stalactite at its apex. Shining a flashlight through the dark opening revealed it was a turn in the cavern, opening back up wider on the other size of the bend. 

       As you round the corner, the cave floor seems to be more and more awash in a thick mist which turns opaque when you turn your light towards it. You shut off the light, and twist the base. The parabolic mirror screws off from around the lighting element, and once the tiny, electric bulb is exposed, you turn it back on. The resultant light is far less vibrant, but goes in all directions. However, it doesn't illuminate very far. You still cannot see the walls or ceiling. You are convinced, however, that this is better for your situation and you continue along the curve to the next part of the cave.

       That chamber is dark, but from the entrance you can see the floor is covered in more of that silver mist, rippling like a fluid from your movements. The mist is surrounding a mound of silver items, mostly coins, but also the occasional treasure of other kinds. And there is a white object amongst it, shaped like an arrowhead, attached to what seems like a snake lying amongst the silver. Tracing its length around and out of sight behind the mound doesn't help solve its identity in the darkness... 

       Suddenly, it draws away through the mass of silver items, twisting to show its black underside just before it left view. The mound of silver continues to shift from some unseen source. You wonder if you should run, but you can't bring yourself to move. 

       There is the sound of a long, slow inhale, before the sound of deep, bellows-like lungs releasing. Lavender light illuminates the space more completely than the little sphere of dim light your electric torch has granted you, but not much brighter overall, at first. As the light fills in the rest of the cavern, its source becomes clear. A silver, spherical brazier attached to the ceiling by a silver chain has been brought to life with more silvery mist, which clearly is coming from the pursed lips of an immense beast. The brazier itself is 30 feet above you, and the creature's muzzle is nearly level with it, one foreclaw cupping its other side. 

       The snout of the great beast is not unlike a snake's, but its ears and horns are more like that of a deer or antelope.  Its long neck is like that of a heron, gracefully curved. In its current position its body reminds you of a cat who had sat upright to lift its paws in the air. Indeed, the claw not grasping the brazier is loosely draped along its hip in a similar manner. There is a soft swell of a belly between its thighs, with a noticeable navel, strange for something seeming so reptilian. On the towering creature's back lie enormous membranous wings, almost looking like a cloak in the dim light. Each has a claw-finger in a relaxed curl at their apex. Most of what is visible at this angle to you is slick, smooth black. But the top of its head is white. Like that... arrow... 

       The beast whips its tail around, and sure enough, that thing you saw amongst the silver was the spade at the end of the beast's tail. It's easy to tell considering it is right in front of you, having dispersed the mist momentarily with its movement. As you watch it lie on the floor of the cavern, the ethereal substance covers it back up, and you can only faintly tell its location. This myriad of signifiers could only mean one thing.

       You have stumbled upon the lair of a dragon. 

       Once the dragon is done charging up the magical lantern with his breath, he turns his head to look down, smiling. "Good afternoon. It's rare that a human explorer makes it here. From the look of things you came through the springs. I often use that as a point of egress myself." His voice is a rich baritone, lighter and more civilized than whatever bass rumble you were expecting. 

       The majestic creature slowly eases one claw, then the other down to come back to all fours, the sounds of coins and metal items shifting accompanying his every move. The dragon lowers his head down, until his eyes are on level with the your own, something that brings his chin a few feet above the ground to do. His eyes are four feet further away from your body than his flaring nostrils; that's a sign of his sheer size.

       The first thing you notice as he gets that much closer is that he doesn't have scales. He has a smooth hide that is reminiscent of leather, or if a salamander was somehow dry. Twisting the head to face you directly also reveals to you a silky black mane draping down the side of his jaw and neck in rivulets and loose curls, starting just between his horns and continuing along his neck. The back of his neck is just as white as he is on the upper portion of his head. However, you keep coming back to his eyes: broad, vibrant, expressive; Violet with a sort of rectangular pupil, not unlike an ungulate, but with a vertical orientation. When he eyes the electric torch the pupils change shape, the flat top and bottom of the shapes folding into angles as the sides come in until the pupils are a reptilian slit with three diamonds, top, center, and bottom. 

       "You don't need that anymore, now that I've turned on the lights, do you?" He asks warmly. 

       You feel a bit taken aback, and nod, turning it off. You put the head of the flashlight back onto it, and leave it turned off. 

       As you watch, his pupils pull open wider, into a single diamond each. "Now, since I'm entertaining, I must insist you take a look at one of my books." The dragon turns his head, and now you notice rows of bookshelves on the wall of the cavern, filled with any number of books. You can't help but walk in that direction. 

       You feel a chill as that mist washes over you from above, before settling into the layer covering the floor. When you look back, the dragon's muzzle is close to your head, and he's pulling away, looking a bit shy. "Sorry, you were just... still dripping wet. But I helped."

       As he speaks you realize you're fully dry, even the notoriously hard-to-dry wetsuit on your body. "I... thank you." You can't think of anything else to say, walking the rest of the way to the collection of books. The silver behind you moving about tells you the dragon has shifted his position once again. When you peek back, he's laying down on the hoard, watching you intently.

       Not wanting to seem impolite, you reach out to slip a book off the shelf, and read a page. 

       

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       Eddie oofed, losing footing. The diminutive bull's feet slipped out from under him as the surface he'd bumbled up against reflected him back. 

       "Locker room's a good place to watch where you're going." A rich baritone voice drifted down to the floored bovine. 

       Blinking the dizziness from his vision, cow groaned, and saw a great, black shape above him. Focusing, it was clearly, a broad, smooth ass. The thick tail draped over the cleft ended in a black and white fluke, explaining the almost rubbery surface. The face peeking back over a shoulder at what felt like miles beyond the enormous rump confirmed that it was an orca towering above the diminutive male.

       "Here, grab my fluke, I'll get ya up." The orca offered, pressing his tail down against the prone bull's chest. 

       Blushing deeply by now, Eddie wrapped his arms around the offered appendage, and held on tightly. 

       Not a moment later the thick, blubber-covered muscle flexed and raised the bull from the tiles, standing him up just behind the enormous aquatic. "There you go. M'name's Karpok, by the way."

       The bovine blushed a bit at just how powerful the tail alone was, gently releasing the fluke. "I'm Eddie." He perked, as the tail, instead of lowering back to where it had been, raised.

       The orca's ass was on full view, now. "Nice to make your acquaintance. I have a feeling you might lose your footing again, so I think I should put you somewhere safer..." He trailed off, as the deeply blushing bull felt that fluke press just under his shoulderblades. 

       Eddie was given no chance to react to what was happening beyond raising his arms, but that was just a means to slide them effortlessly between the smooth, pudgy cheeks of the cetacean. Panting heavily, the cow caught a final glimpse of the orca's smile over his bulky shoulder before the thick tail and enveloping ass got in the way of his vision. As his head was tucked down by the weight of the appendage that had just picked him off his back, he felt his hands press through the hot ring of flesh, confirming just what Karpok had meant. 

       The large orca sighed contentedly, clenching that ring tightly. "Got you now, just relax and let me keep you safe in my bulk." The next flex dragged the arms inward, which forced Eddie's head and chest to slide against that slick, spongy hide. Another flex brought the head and shoulders through. "Just a little more, cutie, and you'll be as good as fat!" His voice lilted, affectionate as much as his words belied the predatory intent. 

       Eddie moaned weakly, that voice all around him now that his head had properly passed the line between outside and inside. The bull squirmed half-heartedly, not quite able to think of what else to do. There was no escaping, and really, he didn't quite want to. 

       Karpok relaxed his anal passage and shifted his weight back. His titanic weight plummeted, shaking the whole locker room. With a grunt, he stood, patting his gut tenderly, and headed to get dressed. It was a good day at the pool for him.  

       

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       You blush deeply, having just realized what you'd read. You look over at the dragon, who seems closer than just a moment ago. He's smiling widely. 

       "So, did you like it? I enjoy writing little.... Eroticisms." He huffs a breath of that fluid silver mist with the last word. 

       You wonder if it was just chance, or if the dragon somehow knows about your private fantasies. You find yourself looking at his mouth and throat. You pull your eyes away and look back down at the book.

       

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       Kotetsu stumbled across the threshold, his bare feet dusty and sore against the stone floors. He'd been staggering through this dungeon for hours, trying to find the Pokémon he'd been sent in for. The anthro zigzagoon had lost his customary labcoat, followed subsequently by the rest of his clothing by the various perils and obstacles in his path. He looked around; glad he'd managed to keep his glasses on.

       This chamber was mostly clean, the majority of the dust having been dragged in along with the naked Pokémon. Taking another step forward, he yelped, lurching forward and waving his arms as what had appeared to be stone gave way under his weight. He toppled forward and with a low pitched "pomf", the zigzagoon faceplanted. Groaning weakly, Kotetsu pushed his paws down, feeling the smooth surface deforming under his paw's pressure, getting himself to a point where his head left the floor. From how it was bulging and stretching, sagging with his weight, it became clear. "What... there's a bouncy chamber in a dungeon...?" Carefully, he got himself up to his knees, looking around and adjusting his glasses, before one foot at a time standing fully upright again. 

       Now standing again, the anthro surveyed the room. At the center was a pedestal, and lying motionless on this pedestal was the gleaming visage of a sword. The walls were smooth and slightly rounded, and seemed to be one contiguous sheet of rubber with the floor. He blushed a little at the sight. "Wow..." 

       Approaching the pedestal, Kotetsu discovered that the sword's proportions were odd and there was no way it was sharp enough to cut anything. Soft round curves, and the faint scent of vinyl in the air gave it away. It was an inflatable sword, blade, handle, hilt, and long, elaborate tassel. The tassel was inflated as well, rows of narrow tubes puffed up and bound together to create a band ending in the nearly hand-shaped tip.  It was blue with a darker blue swirl around the "palm" of the "hand"

       The zigzagoon thoughtlessly reached forward to grasp the handle, feeling the soft vinyl against his pawpads. The moment he touched it, however, the tassel came to life, and wrapped around his arm, digits at the end spreading to get as good a grip around the Procyon Pokémon's upper arm as possible. 

       Oooh. Don't you know it's dangerous to touch the grip of a honedge? The voice seemed to come from everywhere, and nowhere.

       Frantically looking around the room, the anthro nearly wielded the light weapon against an illusory attacker. He yelped, the motion nearly sending him toppling again as the flexible flooring made his footing uncertain. He took a moment to stabilize himself, then froze. "W-wait..." Kotetsu's eyes traced from the tassle down to the grip, and the eye on the hilt... looking right at him. "A... an inflatable honedge?" He couldn't help himself, his blush blossomed on his cheeks, as a swelling started below.

       Lucky me, that seems to be to your liking. Let me just get you comfortable... The ghost-type blade's voice filled the zigzagoon's mind, and there was a cool, pleasant sensation in his arm, everywhere the tassel touched. Motion and a low, slick sound broke his eye contact and Kotetsu found himself looking at the fingers on the tassel. All at once the motion repeated, accompanied by the sound again. It was most certainly the sound of swallowing.  The motion itself was a swelling from the tip of each digit, traveling down and around, following the tassel to where it attached at the pommel. And when it vanished into the sword, the blade grew longer. Ooh, tasty...

       Kotetsu panted softly, watching. The tassel adjusted its grip, now able to reach up to grasp onto his shoulder, and that pleasant coolness turned colder. The anthro Pokémon felt his aches fade, but at the same time, his energy that had been keeping going faded as well. Each intense 'swallow' by the tassel around his arm made the feeling advance along his body. The only energy left untouched was the by now blatant arousal the naked zigzagoon was sporting, his blush outshone by the heated pulsing of his shaft. 

       Slowly, Kotetsu reached to stroke over his needy arousal, finding the strength to squeeze and rub with his free paw, panting heavily. By the time he looked back at the blade, it was nearly as long as he was tall, and it had gotten wider as well, continuing to swell with every consumptive pulse from his body to the pommel. The tip ground against the glossy flooring, squirking low, with sympathetic squeaks he could feel through the grip. He gasped softly at the sensation, quivering, his knees feeling weak beneath him. He nearly toppled again.

       The tassel flexed, hand now able to cover the whole of the zigzagoon's back from shoulder to shoulder with just its hand. The motion pressed the hapless fur-covered male back away from his overbalance and to the broad vinylly surface of the blade in front of him, his arm forced to be raised as he still couldn't quite let go of the grip. See that? Don't you just want to sink in? The honedge's words resonated, somehow affectionate, even though all it could do to emote was open and close an eye and move its tassel.

       "Y-yes..." Kotetsu whimpered, quivering as the motion had driven his bare arousal against the slick vinyl directly. He blushed a bit more deeply, shifting his hips and using his grasping paw at his base to slide the head of his member against the yielding surface, leaving a trail of pre behind, which unbeknownst to him faded away, seeping into the inflated blade. 

       You've already given me so much but I can't help it. The living sword's voice seemed to shudder in pleasure, the next 'swallow' from the tassle even louder, with a slight creaking as the tassle's loops were now so broad as to slide against each other.  I have to have all of you. 

       The zigzagoon's blush deepened, and he couldn't help himself. He released his shaft's base and brought that hand up and around to the far side of the inflatable ghost type to pull its blade against himself, needily rubbing and grinding his body against the smooth vinyl, feeling the air pressure inside keeping it firm but still conforming to his every curve. He needily nuzzled, lipped, and directly kissed the soft smooth blade, eyes tracing the glossy grey so well emulating metal in look, even this close. Quivering, the anthro curled his toes against the stretchy floor, nearly gripping the thick rubber, as he needily thrust along the valley of smoothness his shaft had found, his peak on the horizon. Kotetsu felt the smooth surface give, and his hand felt stuck. 

       Such a good Pokémon, knowing you're mine already. The honedge practically cooed in Kotetsu's mind, as the blade's surface softened and conformed more and more. The tassel squeezed and let out another low, greedy swallow, as its single eye focused on the lust-addled face of the more mundane creature. Then, slowly, the grip relinquished its hold, and the tassel begain to unwrap, the 'fingers' of its hand stroking the zigzagoon over more and more of his form. As his arm was released, he felt his chest against his other hand through a layer of vinyl. 

       The anthro Pokémon's eyes widened as a blush deepened over his cheeks. He couldn't even see out of one eye anymore, the slick vinyl covering one side of his head. And it felt line only one layer of vinyl between his fingers and his chest, not two like it should have been if the blade was merely compressed between his hand and his body. The zigzagoon couldn't help himself, wrapping his free arm around and feeling that his caught arm was on the other side of a layer of vinyl, the pressure causing a low, internal squirk in the blade. He continued to grind his hips firmly into the puffy surface, thoughtlessly moaning. He wantonly licked as much as he could, finding his muzzle obstructed from opening very well. He could feel the slickness indent and conform more and more to his member, nearly forming a passage for him to press into, almost constantly leaking pre now.  

       The inflated honedge gently caressed Kotetsu with its broad 'hand' at the end of its tassel, the big, puffy band squeaking softly as they grazed the blade on either side of the male's slender torso. By now, one full arm and most of one leg had sunk beneath the surface of the vinyl, the form of an elbow and knee visible on the far side of the blade from where the anthro was continuing to press and grind. Using its tassel's hand on the zigzagoon's back, it pressed firmly. 

       The bookish Pokémon moaned muffledly, his face sinking straight through all at once, slick vinyl conforming to his features. His open mouth and round spectacles were clearly visible above his elbow on the far side, as his foot appeared towards the tip of the blade. 

       In you go~ Another shove, and the ghostly faux-sword laid itself onto its platform, letting gravity help sink the rest of its catch inward. A dusty footpaw and a jagged-striped tail were all that was left uncovered by glossy vinyl blade. 

       Kotetsu squirmed and grunted, trying to keep grinding at the slick, smooth surfaces increasingly surrounding him. His rump bulged the surface as his legs finished vanishing. The tail sank in as he thrust those hips down. When he pulled his hips back to thrust again, his tail stayed trapped within the vinyl.

       The inflatable Pokémon stroked along the writhing shapes using its tassel now that it had its prey trapped within the confines of its blade. Bending at the hilt a bit, the honedge's eye surveyed the writhing form inside, and the tassel paused, lifting for a better look, before pressing down to rub more firmly over the bulges, focusing on each that surfaced. There we go, almost there. The psychic voice seemed amorous, breathless. 

       The zigzagoon could feel the soft pedestal beneath the blade through its vinyl, allowing the give to his 'prison' wall he needed to continue his desperate, lustful squirms. His body was never out of contact with at least two surfaces of the inside of the predatory inflatable, keeping him squeezed no matter how he tried to stimulate himself, yet still able to slide. Every motion elicited a loud squirk and creak between the honedge and its platform. His breathing was heavy and his energy was nearly gone. 

       Give it all to me, my sweet zigzagoon. The blade crooned tenderly into its prey's mind again, egging him on, to redouble his efforts. 

       Kotetsu twisted and thrusted, pressed and shuddered, his form tingling coolly as he started to lose track of where he ended and the vinyl began. He somehow ended up flipped over, thrusting upward and arcing off the pedestal slightly between his shoulders and feet, bending the whole blade for a few moments, before the tassel outside pressed his hips down, palm cupping his straining arousal.

       The 'hand' ground with a series of intense squeaks, vibrations rippling through and against the trapped Pokémon's arousal as it intently squished, squirked, and rubbed the bulge of the zigzagoon's erection through its glossy grey blade. Kotetsu cried out, his whole body tensing, and was pushed over the edge. He barely noticed that his seed didn't have the chance to splatter back into his fur, absorbed too quickly by the greedy inflatable's vinyl. 

       Shuddering, the shape of the trapped Pokémon started to lose definition, glasses gone, face rounding over, even the pulsing shaft under the sword's 'hand' losing detail. Delectable, wonderful, marvelous... Gradually as the honedge stroked along its blade with its tassel, the long vinyl form smoothed over, the whole sword expanding, too large for its pedestal anymore. Mine...

       

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       You squirm a bit in place, feeling your bare feet pivot on the smooth limestone. You feel odd about that last story. It's certainly more extreme than the previous but the connection is clear: consumption. Another glance back at the dragon shows you he is still watching, smiling, as if expecting you to voice an opinion. 

       After a few moments you clear your throat. "I... uh... I wasn't expecting rubber kink with Pokémon..."

       This elicits a warm chuckle from the grand beast. "Oh honey, I have a deviantArt account same as anyone."

       You work your jaws, perplexed by this response, and oddly, finding yourself blushing that he called you such a familiar, endearing thing.  Shifting in place, you feel as though your wetsuit isn't fitting you quite right anymore. 

       The book feels bigger in your hands, as well. 

       The dragon chuckles idly at your reaction, gesturing with a claw. A tendril of the mist rises up and flows over the book, before flowing back down into the rest of it, the motion flipping pages through the book before stopping at the beginning of another story. "There, something a little more vanilla for you, next." You feel compelled to read more.

       

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       Forest breathed slowly through his nose. He knelt at one end of a couch, his knees up against the arm. He had one hand traced along his throat just below the jaw, and the other placed firmly across his stomach. The wolf savored the moment. Beneath one hand was the shape of a second jawline under his, which shifted occasionally. Beneath the other was the form of a pair of knees and their attached shins.

       He could hear the bashful whines coming from his own parted lips, coinciding with the slight vibrations beneath his fingers. His mouth was full of the lingering taste of skunk, his copious drooling from the flavor having slickened his treat's entrance to the body. A soft wriggle in the pit of his belly told him the mephit was squirming his tail, so much floof already reduced to a manageable volume by the predator's juices. 

       Unable to take it any longer, the wolf swallowed firmly, eyes rolling back in his head at the sheer indulgence of feeling someone he cared for slide and stretch out his belly, and the way his throat returned to its normal shape at the same time. Sighing loosely, he lowered his head, looking down at the shape distorting his white stomach fur, resting atop the couch's arm. "Got you again, Trissie." 

       Muffled, a soft, bashful voice escaped the eagerly growling chamber. "Y-yeah..." 

       Forest slowly leaned back, bringing both hands to greedily grope and squeeze along the underside of his stomach. He ground and rubbed his digits through his fur, tracing every contour of the smaller male tucked away inside his body. "It's been too long since I had you all to myself like this." He transitioned into hugging his belly, tucking his chin down to nuzzle to top of the skunk's head through his stomach tenderly. 

       Tris shifted a bit under the surface, under the groping, feeling paws. His hands pressed outward for a few moments, as he craned his neck, making his face more noticeable. 

       These motions just prompted the wolf to growl amorously and kiss the form of the pointed muzzle distorting his tummyflesh. "Just you get settled in like I know you want to..." He dragged his fingers through his pelt until both palms were on his sides and let himself topple back. His knees lifted from the cushions as Forest's elbows smushed into them, leaving him propped on his feet and arms.

       A muffled voice yelped as the impact rocked the contents of the lupine stomach. The skunk had nothing to hold onto, pressing his paws out for some semblance of stability.

       Forest licked his lips and clenched his stomach down possessively, flexing his hips upward with blissful groan. "Give in..." He lifted one arm, keeping the other down for support, and wrapped an arm over both protruding paws, hugging them down to force his friend to bundle back up. He shifted his hips back and forth a few times, a rocking, cradling motion. "Be mine..."

       Tris couldn't help himself. He relaxed as best as he could, getting compressed into a nice snug mass on the wolf's midsection. "Y-yours..."

       Unable to prevent it any longer, Forest let the excess gasses he'd carried in with the skunk escape in a resonant, bass belch, bearing little tufts of fur into the air, where they drifted and fell onto the back of the couch. "That's right..." His stomach shifted slightly, but not of the skunk's power. The walls were kneading and pressing in firmly, working dutifully.

       The devoured mephit could do little more than let out a quiet groan, overstimulated by his circumstances, and surrounded in the amorous treatment of his friend the predator. It didn't take long for him to lose consciousness under the constant, greedy massage of flesh, working the digestive juices into his form. 

       The stomach itself gurgled triumphantly as the shapes in its surface grew less and less distinct, and Forest allowed himself to lay fully down, rubbing and kneading the softening shape inside his belly with both hands again. He closed his eyes tightly, focusing on something deep inside. A light blush graced his own cheeks and he bit his lip. A wet glurk sounded from his midsection, as the last solid part of the mephit gave way under his fingers, and left him with a sloshy, fluid mass to add to himself. He stifled another belch, cheeks puffed out slightly, and sighed. "All mine...."

       

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       You shift in place again. Something is definitely wrong with your suit. It doesn't feel right around your tail at all. 

       The wondrous dragon seems to notice this, and graciously gestures, the mist forming up into a column to support the book. "You take care of your little garment problem, then you can get back to reading..." 

       You nod eagerly over at the caring host, and reach back, hooking your claws into the zipper's pull, working it down until the back opens up. Once you get it low enough, you reach back and scoop from your tail's base, working it out of the not elastic-enough material. It doesn't take long to get it free; your tail is fairly short, anyway. Once that's taken care of you don't see why you need to keep the wetsuit on at all, and shed out of it fully, revealing your soft, scaled body to the cavern. You can feel the dragon's eyes all over you, and blush. You shimmy fully out, pulling your clawed feet free, and then stand beside the book. 

       You remember the suggestion from before, and eagerly return to the book, rubbing your palm on the side of your snout self-consciously as your eyes dart over the paper. It's easier to see the writing, whether by your eyes adjusting to the low light or perhaps your host has brightened his illumination. It is impossible to tell. 

       

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       "G-guh!" Circ cried out as he felt hips strike his own, and the blunt head inside him reach its deepest point yet. He looked up at the beautiful white stallion on top of him, "Lance, I'm super close, man..."

       Lance pulled his hips back until his medial ring was just teasing the entrance to the cat's body. "Then I'll have to finish you, won't I?" The horse's mane draped in elegant waves, even with both of their bodies slicked with sweat. His near-frothing hide just showcased his beautifully chiseled torso, not so much built as defined. The abs visibly flexed as he thrust back in to the hilt, rocking the whole cat beneath him, not even letting him settle before he drew back to repeat the motion. 

       The feline mewled and yowled blissfully, letting his head slump back onto the bed. He'd never done this before, hook up with a random guy, go back to his place... but the horse had drawn him in effortlessly, and here he was, his prostate being destroyed, not to mention what was happening that was making his stomach shift and bulge with the sheer size of the equine mass inside him. "F-Fuck, Lance!" 

       "Call me by my name, kitty..." Lance spoke steadily, despite the rapid rate his hips were pistoning. "Call me Doom Lancer." His eyes suddenly flared, glowing green, as the scleras turned black. 

       "D-Doom Lancer!" Circ cried out obediently, as he was driven over the edge, shuddering all over as his body was wracked with the throes of his orgasm. His shaft twitched and spurted feline cream erratically, his whole body still shaking from the horse's thrusting. When his eyes opened again, climax trailing off, his pupils and irises were nowhere to be seen, and a moment later a faint blue light surrounded his body. 

       Hilting firmly, Doom Lancer licked his lips. "You look delicious..." As he spoke, his fur blackened rapidly, and his mane turned as well, hints of green where the light reflected, but otherwise just as inky black as his coat was now. At the same time, his toned, model's build began to expand, and swell. His shoulders grew broader still, to accommodate the way his pecs were swelling out. His arms pulsed and thickened, surging with power. And most pertinent to the cat, his shaft grew even larger, stretching the exhausted, faintly glowing cat further. As he finished his changes, a titan of lustful power, the equine grinned, showing fangs. "I'll just have to partake in you."

       The cat couldn't move, he could only pant weakly, staring up at the dark mass of masculinity above him. He watched through blank eyes, as the full, soft lips of the black stallion pursed, and that mighty chest expanded further. The warmth started to drain away from Circ, and he couldn't tell what was wrong.

       The glow from all around the cat was pulled by the powerful lungs of the beast, a second, transparent form of blue light, an equally naked depiction of the cat looking up at the horse's lips. His pupils narrowed in surprise, as those pursed lips parted, and spread, wider than his head.

       The cat's body stared blankly, unable to do anything, as the soul was consumed in front of it. Occasionally it quivered as sensitive parts were pressed against by the still hard shaft inside rocking from the horse's movements.

       Doom Lancer clacked his jaws shut like a crocodile behind the ethereal feet of his catch's essence. His throat was glowing faintly, with brighter glowing as the soul struggled, a hand, Circ's face. He pressed on the form with his blunt digits on his right hand, drawing his hips back. And with a long, southern drawl of a swallow, the horse drove his hips home, the blunt head clearly outlined in the empty body's upper gut. His abdomen swelled out momentarily, glowing blue, but a low, ominous gurgle filled the room, as his pendulous loins contracted, and started to overfill the leftover feline form, which mewled thoughtlessly.

       With every shot of the infernal seed, that belly contracted tighter, back to being a beautiful ten-pack, the glow fading. Then, there was just a glowing blue spiral left just above his loins. He slowly came down from his own climax, pulling out of the nearly motionless body beneath him, and stroked the marking with a thumb. "Delicious, just like I thought."

       

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"That one get dark." You comment, looking over at the beautiful beast on his hoard. 

Chuckling, the dragon inclines his head. "There is a coda, on the next page."

You lick a thick pawpad on your claw's digit and use the dampness to help turn the page, and continue reading. 



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       The mindless thrall entered its master's chambers. Months of bellyfuls of incubus seed had left their mark, turning the once trim cat into a pear-shaped idol, wide hips and thick thighs. The body was only allowed a collar, and a few markings etched into its fur. 

       The infernal horse chuckled at the entrance of his thrall. "Ah, there you are. Make the dining hall ready, I will be entertaining tonight."

       The thrall's only response was to leave the room again, hips brushing the doorframe. 

       "What was that?" A deep voice, rivalling the incubus' own, called out from the shadows, where two green eyes glowed enough to illuminate themselves and nothing else.

       Doom Lancer chuckled, turning back towards his spawn. "Just a thrall, my child."

       Circutron stepped from the shadows, his inky black fur revealed by the faint green light in the majority of the room. The panther was as broad in his chest as his sire, and muscle for muscle a match for the incubus. One of his hands idly traced the ridges of his defined abdominals as he looked towards the door, then back to the equine. "I'm hungry."

       "For flesh or the pleasures of the flesh?" The incubus crooned affectionately, closing the distance. When their chests were nearly grazing against each other, their faces were still separated by a significant amount. Doom Lancer stroked one of his hoofish digits along the young demon's cheek. "If it's the latter I can help you here and now. For the former we'll need to find you some food..."

       The panther rumbled low, pressing his cheek slightly into the stroking. "Both, sire."

       "Please..." The equine pressed forward, compressing their powerful chests together as he closed the gap enough to meet the new incubus in a passionate kiss. His arms held onto the panther tightly, their fur almost melding together in the low light. When he parted the kiss, he sighed happily. "Just call me Doomie~"

       

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       "Ohhh... He get better." You wonder briefly, if your voice has always been that high pitched, but no, you can't remember sounding any different. Must be the acoustics in the cave or something.  You sway your long tail contently, just barely able to keep the thick appendage from dragging on the ground under its own weight. 

       "Yes, he likes that sort of thing, you see." The dragon seems even more immense, or perhaps he was just closer again to you. 

       No wait, you notice you'd been scooting over towards him with the book and away from the shelves. This realization brings another blush to your cheeks. It appears as though the book has kept moving with you on its column of mist, and risen up closer to eye level. It seems so big now. 

       "Now, just partake in one more story, alright?" The rich baritone sends a shiver up your spine, and you nod eagerly, flipping through pages until you find another's start. 

       

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       Jake stumbled through the dark. The golden retriever had his arms full of snacks, a soda, and a bag of popcorn he'd grabbed at the concession stand at the back of the lot. In the light from the drive-in's screen it was hard to tell cars apart. He couldn't get his paws into his pockets to hit his keyfob, and he was sure the other customers watching the movie would not approve of the honk his car would give off. 

       He stopped and stared up at the screen as a giant gila monster came over the ridge, tasting the air, poorly composited into the background of a shot of actors screaming and running. The black and white film was scored with bombastic brass and theremin, keeping the mood nice and cheesy. 

       The dog realized he might be standing in front of someone's view, and continued on, looking about for his car. He came close to one that he thought was the right profile in the dark, and fumbled with the handle while his arms were full. 

       The door swung open easily, and he was able to slide into the drivers' seat equally so. It wasn't until he twisted to set the food down in the center console that he realized he was in the wrong car. The moment he realized this, the driver's side door slammed shut and the dome light turned off, driving the interior of the car into darkness. He twisted to look, and then grasped the handle, pulling, trying to open the car back up. The door wouldn't budge at all, even though the lock lever was still in the unlocked position. 

       "Excuse me..." A smooth voice came from behind Jake. As he turned to look, he stared, confused. A skunk he didn't recognize was sitting in the passenger seat. When he'd just been looking that way before, the car was empty.

       "I... ah, sorry, I got in the wrong car by accident." Jake apologized. As he spoke, the locks behind him engaged audibly. When he twisted around to look, the tabs were lowered, and he couldn't even see the handle anymore.

       "Are you sure? It seems like you're in the right place to me..." The skunk was suddenly straddling Jake's lap, having somehow slipped into place while he was looking away, so that his pointed snout was inches from the golden retriever's own when he turned his head back.

       "Gah!" Jake jumped in place, but his hips were pinned as much as if the seatbelt had engaged and tightened up. He also noticed that, up close, the skunk didn't have any fur. He was the same slick black material that made up the upholstery, it appeared. "W-what do you mean?"

       The skunk chrrrled low, placing a hand on the dog's chest, pressing effortlessly to get him leaned back into the seat, which reclined as well. "I've been needing a good boy like you... got a nice deep itch you could scratch." He emphasized the statement with a lewd grind of his hips. Looking down, Jake realized that his captor was also naked.

       The golden retriever blushed deeply in the low light, and attempted to squirm away, but he couldn't move. He was about to speak when a mass of black and purple rubbed over his face, coming from behind the seat back. It was so smooth and slick, and the scent... it was like a vanilla air freshener, cloying and familiar, but not striking. 

       When the mass slipped off his face, he realized it was the skunk's tail, and somehow the mephit had turned around to be sitting facing the steering wheel atop the dog's waist. Deft fingers worked at the canid's belt, and then worked his pants down. "Just you let me take care of everything. If you want I can even keep myself low enough that you can watch the movie over me..." He winked over his shoulder, just as his fingers slipped under the band of Jake's underwear.

       "I... I..." The dog weakly murmured, but he couldn't help himself, shifting his hips, trying to press up in to the touch. He craned his neck to bury his face in the tail again, inhaling deeply, and exhaling with a soft moan. The scent was wonderful. His unfocused eyes traced the white stripes down the slick skunk's back, and up along the tail laying on his chest and looping around behind the seat's headrest to drape around his other shoulder, the resultant twist showing off the metallic purple stripe on its underside. 

       Noticing the deep inhale, the skunk grinned and looped the tail around one more time, just seeming to have more tail to use when he wished to. He returned to the task in front of him, and here he had a pulsing canine erection to toy with. The slick black creature was ground his hips forward first, squeezing with his tail as his own arousal ground against the top of his captive's own.

       Jake whimpered needily, and let his head slump, that slick, rubbery surface of the tail pressed around his neck and muzzle, keeping his eyes able to see ahead, and even up at the screen a bit. But his eyes weren't focused on that, or much of anything. His mind was overwhelmed with the scent, increasingly more like the vinyl seating it appeared to be an extension of, slight hints of polish as well, all laced with that soothing vanilla. 

       As for touch, the dog soon had no complaints, as something soft, smooth, and unmistakable enfolded his pulsing arousal. The skunk ground his rear over it, hotdogging for a few moments. Each grind drove the tip up against the purple stripe on the underside of the slick tail. 

       The hapless canine whimpered needily, starting to leak pre directly against that oddly metallic feeling band as he was becoming increasingly overwhelmed by the glossy mephit.

       Once he was done warming up, the skunk shifted the angle of his hips, and sat directly onto the red rocket. The speakers in the car abruptly started playing the sound from the movie, presumably through the radio station that the drive through had set up to only travel to the edges of its own lot, drowning out both his own and the dog's lustful sounds. 

       The stock yells and crashing noises of a great forced perspective beast hid the increasingly squeaky, slick sounding motions of the skunk bouncing his hips up and down. True to his word, his torso was leaned up against the wheel, giving the dog an unblocked view of the screen. He mightn't have bothered though, the way the dog was losing himself. 

       The skunk panted, and growled low, the car's engine revving at the same time... the same sound...  "Give me that knot, pup..." He lustily ordered, bucking his hips down harder and harder, the swollen bulb of flesh getting fatter as Jake was driven towards his peak. 

       Every eager downward thrust of hips was causing the forming knot to slip in and out of the elastic, slickened passage. The under-tail of the skunk was snug but still so easy to slide in and out of. However, it didn't take long before it popped in and abruptly wouldn't pop back out with a tug of the black critter's hips. The knot had doubled in size all at once, and the whole shaft it was part of shuddered.

       Jake howled as he became overwhelmed with what might have been the most intense orgasm of his life, his loins gushing into the flexing passage they were buried into. He clenched his eyes shut as his body shuddered all over, riding out the throes of his climax. It seemed with every pulsing shot, the world seemed more and more distant. If the skunk had filled his senses before, now his senses were dominated by him.

       The skunk rocked his hips, stroking one paw along his trim midsection, licking his lips. "Now, puppy... about that itch." The glossy mephit rumbled needily, shaking the entire car. The dog's form was hardly visible anymore, so much of the glossy black covering him. Then, the striped tail sank right into the seat's upholstery, taking Jake with it. 

       The canid was unable to resist, or even comprehend what was going on, his mind awash in afterglow. His muzzle was being invaded by that powerful-smelling slick, tingling pleasantly. Jake moaned weakly around a mouthful of vinyl, before it surged down his throat. 

       Trissie eased his hips back to the seatback and leaned back to sit in the driver's seat properly, giving a squeeze of his rear around the still buried knot, getting a last shot to gush into him, before the shaft started to go down on its own. The vinyl skunk sighed happily, allowing it to slide free and the dog to slip deeper, casually reaching over to the concessions Jake had 'brought' him. 

       Up on the screen, the credits were rolling for the creature feature. "Aw man, you made me miss the climax... ah well, it's a double feature tonight." He popped open a box of candy and idly popped a few into his muzzle, before stroking over his trim midsection. Moments later the shape of the golden retreiver's face pressed out, tightly wrapped in vinyl, and groaned so faintly only the skunk could tell, and mostly from vibration. He placed the palm of his hand directly on Jake's nose and pushed down. "Nope, you're staying right there. You're doing a great job of getting that itch scratched."

       Despite his words, the skunk was enjoying the squirms, curling his toes every time a part of the canine surfaced, seeing a paw distort his chest, or a foot push out of one of his hips. He gasped in surprised arousal as most of the dog pushed to the surface of his tail where it currently lay in the passenger seat at once. "ooohh... if you're trying to get me to ride you a second time, keep it up. I'm gonna use all of you up..."

       Hours later, the movies had finished, the lot emptied out gradually. Two cars, classic in design, remained. One of them casually backed out of its parking space, and in the faint crescent moonlight, drove to the other. An observer might have thought that the vehicles were about to collide. However, the one driving started to warp and wrap over the other. The process was quick, and soon there was just one car. 

       Trissie sighed, opening the convertible top, and twisted his head, tapping his chest. His belly gurgled, and a lump formed in his throat. A low, wet belch escaped his jaws, carrying with it a pair of slickened fuzzy dice. "Ah... Mine."

       

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       "What happen with dog?" You look up, asking your master. 

       The godly dragon smiles warmly down on you. "What do prefer?"

       "Huh?" You tilt your head, scratching the base of one of your horns with a claw. 

       "It's ambiguous." The dragon lowers his head to the floor of the cave just to meet eye level with you, his eyes so beautiful, looking through you to your very core. "But I think the car kept him."

       You clench your jaws tightly shut, a lopsided smirk of confusion on your muzzle, brow furrowed. "I guess U.S. is big, but don't see why that matter."

       Master laughs, a beautiful sound, and he brings an immense claw forward to stroke the base of your ear, affectionate and careful, like a good master should be.  "It can be taken different ways. Now, I think you've read enough of my silly smutty ramblings..." He raises his head back up, and uses a claw to dig around in his hoard. 

       Eyes fixated on the black flesh of master's throat, you whine a little, having lost track of how many times you imagined sliding down the inside, to be the dragon's forever.

       The dragon finally pulls something from the hoard, and brought it forward. "I have something for you, my sweet Kobold."

       You gasp aloud. "For me?" You point at yourself with a thick digit, shocked that you'd warrant a gift from such a beautiful dragon.

       He nods, and carefully, with both claws, wraps something smooth around your neck. It fits just perfectly. Another dig with his claw into the hoard and he shows you a mirror. 

       You see yourself, pale brown scales, boxy muzzle, slightly protruding teeth, wide eyes, big bat-esque ears, a pair of horns... All just as expected. Unexpected, however, is the smooth, glossy black band around your neck. It has a pair of silver plates, and a round silver tag dangling right at the base of your neck. The tag has a diamond cutout, and reminds you of your Master's eye. You blush deeply. "This too good for kobold..."

       "It's just perfect. Now come, it's time for bed. All the others are already settled in." One of Master's claws idly gropes the side of his soft belly as he speaks.

       "Yes Master." You nod obediently, and when those bicolor jaws part, the inside reflect the same, glossy white teeth and pitch black flesh. In the throat beyond the hanging uvula is a faint lavender glow, like what comes from the silver brazier. Without a second thought you step into the gape and drop to all fours, crawling along. Your whole body easily fits fully inside those jaws, even as they close up...



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       Tristan slurps up the fat kobold tail with an indulgent rumble and swallows firmly, stroking his throat with a single claw to feel his newest acquisition slide down where you belong.  He rolls onto his side, craning his neck down to kiss the black dome of his stomach, seeing a squirmy lump push out right above his navel. "Now sleep well. You'll have time to play together later."

       You bark happily, a sharp, koboldy sound. "Yes Master!"

       The dragon belches, disrupting the mist, revealing an orange hoodie, a blue fleece pullover, a square loincloth, a few more accessories... all items discarded the way the wetsuit had been. Tristan rubs over his midsection as the bulges fade, and the chamber fills with the sounds of digestion. "Oooh... I just... I can't help myself around kobolds." He sighs happily, rolling onto his back, letting his wings drape to either side of the mound of silver. "It's not my fault everyone who comes here becomes one." He chuckles a bit to himself at that fib, as you find your place amongst his mass. 

       With another wet belch, a black collar with a silver tag plops back down into the hoard, awaiting your successor.