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"writing": "[b][u][center]A Shower Companion\nKink-Vember 5\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nBella knew that the rat-hole of an apartment building wasn’t keeping up with the maintenance. Everything the dragoness touched either rattled or threatened to come loose the moment that she made contact with it. The appliances, if they weren’t sparking as soon as they turned on, then their decades of use meant that it was a roll of the dice whether they worked at all. Just making it through one more day in the cursed apartment unit was something of a battlefield miracle, but considering the state of the housing market on the south side of Docetri, it was a miracle that she had a place at all. \n\n[i]And I won’t have one if I don’t get to work on time today,[/i] the blue-scaled dragoness thought as she shucked off her robe and spun the shower knobs. [i]Come on, come on…[/i]\n\nThe usual rumble-shudder of the pipes filled her ears. Almost a third of the time, she was sure that something besides water came up from the depths. It had to travel all the way from the ground floor of the building to the fourth where she lived, and the age of the pipes made her wonder what else – \n\nKsssh!\n\nShe leaned away as the explosive water pressure burst from the shower head, nearly taking the thing off before the pressure evened out. She shook her head, running her fingers under the flow. \n\nJust water. Good. None of the filth or enchanted shit that sometimes came up with it. Filter must have been working this time. \n\nShaking her head, Bella looked at herself in the mirror. She needed the shower before work, she could tell. Her scales were shiny, but in the dirty, oily sort of way that came from working hard, sweating through her jumpsuit, and then putting off her shower for another day in hopes of things working later on. Her neck and back spines were starting to look blunted, yellowed at the tips, and that was never a good look for a dragon. \n\nEven the white scales between her breasts – mostly hidden due to the still-heavy things, despite her diet taking a turn for the worse lately – were starting to lose that shimmering brilliance and turn more…off-white, to put it politely. She couldn’t smell herself just yet, but that was just a matter of time. \n\n[i]Better make it count. Never know when the water’s going to go off again,[/i] she thought, shaking her head as she lowered her hands to her side. \n\nShe just hoped that it would last. The minute that she had the funds to move out of this hellhole, she’d make her way down to one of the better apartments further up-town. Maybe take a job with one of the corporations. Even if it was just as a cleaner, there was better pay there. More risks, yeah, but better pay. \n\n[i]Shower first, thoughts later.[/i]\n\nBella stepped under the water, hissing as the heat washed over her spine and down her back. It briefly pooled around the base of her tail before continuing down and over her ass before finally pooling at her feet. The water was…messy, to put it mildly, and she winced as she realized just how much filth the shower was rinsing off her. \n\nShe grabbed the soap and started dragging it between her breasts, over her belly, and under her armpits. The feeling of the old sweat layers coming loose was amazing, soothing and relieving at the same time, but the humiliation of knowing that she’d carried that much around still lingered. God, what were her coworkers saying about her when she was like this? Were they laughing behind her back? \n\nHer cheeks burned as she saw the lines left in her scales where she was clean and where she wasn’t. It was like looking at whole different scale patterns, and she huffed as she dragged the soap down between her legs. \n\nShe was just starting to dig the bar of soap between her ass cheeks when the water flow sputtered again. Bella groaned, praying that the water flow wouldn’t suddenly cut off again, when – \n\nSplut. \n\nSplut. \n\nSPLAT!\n\n“Mmmph!”\n\nSomething slapped across the back of her head and almost knocked her off her feet. Bella stumbled backward, her tail flailing around for the knobs of the shower even as her hands went to her head. She felt around her horns, covering her ear-holes on instinct, and – \n\nBlob. \n\nBlob. \n\n[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck…[/i]\n\nIt was a slime, a bubbling, oozing slime that was already extending tendrils down her back and over her shoulders. Strong one, too, because it had already wrapped its mass around her upper arms and pinned them in place. The further it spread, the more control it had, and she gritted her teeth as she felt it moving her arms further and further down from her head. \n\nThe slime itself was cool and smooth, spreading down her spine and over the base of her tail. It ran along her rump, cooling the cheeks after the hot water and – \n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nHer cheeks burned as she felt it grabbing hold of her ass, the lines of slime forming into vaguely finger-like digits as they dug into her cheeks. It spread her open, then pushed them shut again, bouncing them around. \n\n[i]Great…a perverted one…[/i]\n\nThe slimes had been in the water supply for nearly a year now, and most of them were dumb as hell. However, they were all ‘hungry’ for what they ate, and when they got through the filters – \n\n[i]Shouldn’t have bought one on clearance, shouldn’t have bought one on clearance.[/i]\n\nThis one was bigger [i]and[/i] smarter. It knew what it wanted, and it knew how to get it. There were millions of tiny little feelers on the inside of the slime, and wherever it touched, it was grinding up against her scales. All the oil and sweat from the last few days was getting eaten right up – no surprise. The slimes fed on the oils and liquids that anthros put out. And this one was –\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nShe hissed through gritted teeth as it continued to flow around her, completely covering her upper body and starting to extend past her waist. Her arms no longer moved, and she whimper-hissed as it started to slide down between her legs. \n\n[i]It’ll feed and go. It’ll just feed and go. Just don’t –[/i]\n\nIt was like a miniature mouth formed around her clit and a tongue rammed into both holes at the same time. She slumped forward, her forehead grinding against the tiles as the slime ‘ate her out’ from both ends at once. The green ooze continued to run down her legs, forcing her thighs further and further apart, eventually taking full control and making her slump down in a squat with her thighs spread wide apart. \n\n“Oh, come on…”\n\nShe could barely get a word out as the slime kept grinding in, out, in, out, fucking her with tendrils that were as soft as an affectionate tongue but far more limber and [i]much[/i] longer. Every time that they thrust in, she could feel them in both ends, and…and it felt better than she wanted to admit. \n\nThe slime had her gasping in seconds, her legs shaking, her toes curling against the rough, dirty tiles underneath. Her eyes closed tightly as the slime pressed closer and closer to her scales, driving her up the wall with thrust after thrust, lick after lick around the most sensitive parts of her. She could feel it like tongues across her entire body now, everywhere below the neck getting ‘treated’ to the same sort of experience. She could barely catch her breath, her eyes rolling back as she felt an orgasm rushing on. She groaned, a line of the slime pressing against the floor behind her to keep her from tumbling backward. It was barely enough as her muscles spasmed up and down her thighs, her balance going all to shit – \n\n“Nnngh…mmmph…”\n\nHer hips twitched against her will, and her mouth hung open as little whimpers escaped her again and again. Tongues, teasing, all the way from her nipples to her pussy, to her ass, her thighs. It was hands and tongues and fingers and everything, and it was inside her, stroking, licking, thrusting – \n\n“AGH!”\n\nBella threw her head back, her insides clenching, squeezing on the things thrusting into her, but never slowing them down. The pressure, the rippling motions, [i]everything[/i] pushed her over the edge. She gasped, wheezed, and shivered as she came, feeling the first little squirts of something down there before the slime sucked it away. \n\nAnd the thrusting…did…not…stop…\n\n#\n\nAn hour later, the slime finally pulled out of her. The blue-scaled dragoness fell flat on her ass, staring up at the ceiling as she gasped for breath and sucked down any and all air that she could get. She couldn’t move, could barely get the air down her throat, but at least the slime had stopped. \n\n[i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i]\n\nThe shower spun around her, the world spinning from the sheer pleasure that had been forced on her. She kept feeling like she would pass out, fighting to stay conscious, knowing that she had a job to get to – \n\nBlub. \n\nThe slime was still there. Rather than rushing back down the drain, it…it pushed at her hips, slowly nudging her further and further upright until she was able to sit up again. The green ooze climbed up her arm and perched on her shoulder, wobbling this way and that. \n\nBella looked at herself. She was…clean, though not necessarily pristine. The slime had done that much while – \n\nWell, she wasn’t going to think about what it had done. She looked at it again. \n\n“Help me up…If you can understand me, help me up.”\n\nIt could, and it did. She didn’t know what this slime wanted, not really, but she supposed she’d have to find out after work. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A dragoness hustles to get through a shower before work, only for a slime to interrupt her cleaning. \n\nTags: F/solo, Dragoness, Slime, Body Control, Vaginal, Anal, Cleaning, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Dub-Con, Bondage, ",
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A Shower Companion Kink-Vember 5 By Draconicon
Bella knew that the rat-hole of an apartment building wasn’t keeping up with the maintenance. Everything the dragoness touched either rattled or threatened to come loose the moment that she made contact with it. The appliances, if they weren’t sparking as soon as they turned on, then their decades of use meant that it was a roll of the dice whether they worked at all. Just making it through one more day in the cursed apartment unit was something of a battlefield miracle, but considering the state of the housing market on the south side of Docetri, it was a miracle that she had a place at all.
And I won’t have one if I don’t get to work on time today, the blue-scaled dragoness thought as she shucked off her robe and spun the shower knobs. Come on, come on…
The usual rumble-shudder of the pipes filled her ears. Almost a third of the time, she was sure that something besides water came up from the depths. It had to travel all the way from the ground floor of the building to the fourth where she lived, and the age of the pipes made her wonder what else –
Ksssh!
She leaned away as the explosive water pressure burst from the shower head, nearly taking the thing off before the pressure evened out. She shook her head, running her fingers under the flow.
Just water. Good. None of the filth or enchanted shit that sometimes came up with it. Filter must have been working this time.
Shaking her head, Bella looked at herself in the mirror. She needed the shower before work, she could tell. Her scales were shiny, but in the dirty, oily sort of way that came from working hard, sweating through her jumpsuit, and then putting off her shower for another day in hopes of things working later on. Her neck and back spines were starting to look blunted, yellowed at the tips, and that was never a good look for a dragon.
Even the white scales between her breasts – mostly hidden due to the still-heavy things, despite her diet taking a turn for the worse lately – were starting to lose that shimmering brilliance and turn more…off-white, to put it politely. She couldn’t smell herself just yet, but that was just a matter of time.
Better make it count. Never know when the water’s going to go off again, she thought, shaking her head as she lowered her hands to her side.
She just hoped that it would last. The minute that she had the funds to move out of this hellhole, she’d make her way down to one of the better apartments further up-town. Maybe take a job with one of the corporations. Even if it was just as a cleaner, there was better pay there. More risks, yeah, but better pay.
Shower first, thoughts later.
Bella stepped under the water, hissing as the heat washed over her spine and down her back. It briefly pooled around the base of her tail before continuing down and over her ass before finally pooling at her feet. The water was…messy, to put it mildly, and she winced as she realized just how much filth the shower was rinsing off her.
She grabbed the soap and started dragging it between her breasts, over her belly, and under her armpits. The feeling of the old sweat layers coming loose was amazing, soothing and relieving at the same time, but the humiliation of knowing that she’d carried that much around still lingered. God, what were her coworkers saying about her when she was like this? Were they laughing behind her back?
Her cheeks burned as she saw the lines left in her scales where she was clean and where she wasn’t. It was like looking at whole different scale patterns, and she huffed as she dragged the soap down between her legs.
She was just starting to dig the bar of soap between her ass cheeks when the water flow sputtered again. Bella groaned, praying that the water flow wouldn’t suddenly cut off again, when –
Splut.
Splut.
SPLAT!
“Mmmph!”
Something slapped across the back of her head and almost knocked her off her feet. Bella stumbled backward, her tail flailing around for the knobs of the shower even as her hands went to her head. She felt around her horns, covering her ear-holes on instinct, and –
Blob.
Blob.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
It was a slime, a bubbling, oozing slime that was already extending tendrils down her back and over her shoulders. Strong one, too, because it had already wrapped its mass around her upper arms and pinned them in place. The further it spread, the more control it had, and she gritted her teeth as she felt it moving her arms further and further down from her head.
The slime itself was cool and smooth, spreading down her spine and over the base of her tail. It ran along her rump, cooling the cheeks after the hot water and –
“Nnngh…”
Her cheeks burned as she felt it grabbing hold of her ass, the lines of slime forming into vaguely finger-like digits as they dug into her cheeks. It spread her open, then pushed them shut again, bouncing them around.
Great…a perverted one…
The slimes had been in the water supply for nearly a year now, and most of them were dumb as hell. However, they were all ‘hungry’ for what they ate, and when they got through the filters –
Shouldn’t have bought one on clearance, shouldn’t have bought one on clearance.
This one was bigger and smarter. It knew what it wanted, and it knew how to get it. There were millions of tiny little feelers on the inside of the slime, and wherever it touched, it was grinding up against her scales. All the oil and sweat from the last few days was getting eaten right up – no surprise. The slimes fed on the oils and liquids that anthros put out. And this one was –
“Mmmph…”
She hissed through gritted teeth as it continued to flow around her, completely covering her upper body and starting to extend past her waist. Her arms no longer moved, and she whimper-hissed as it started to slide down between her legs.
It’ll feed and go. It’ll just feed and go. Just don’t –
It was like a miniature mouth formed around her clit and a tongue rammed into both holes at the same time. She slumped forward, her forehead grinding against the tiles as the slime ‘ate her out’ from both ends at once. The green ooze continued to run down her legs, forcing her thighs further and further apart, eventually taking full control and making her slump down in a squat with her thighs spread wide apart.
“Oh, come on…”
She could barely get a word out as the slime kept grinding in, out, in, out, fucking her with tendrils that were as soft as an affectionate tongue but far more limber and much longer. Every time that they thrust in, she could feel them in both ends, and…and it felt better than she wanted to admit.
The slime had her gasping in seconds, her legs shaking, her toes curling against the rough, dirty tiles underneath. Her eyes closed tightly as the slime pressed closer and closer to her scales, driving her up the wall with thrust after thrust, lick after lick around the most sensitive parts of her. She could feel it like tongues across her entire body now, everywhere below the neck getting ‘treated’ to the same sort of experience. She could barely catch her breath, her eyes rolling back as she felt an orgasm rushing on. She groaned, a line of the slime pressing against the floor behind her to keep her from tumbling backward. It was barely enough as her muscles spasmed up and down her thighs, her balance going all to shit –
“Nnngh…mmmph…”
Her hips twitched against her will, and her mouth hung open as little whimpers escaped her again and again. Tongues, teasing, all the way from her nipples to her pussy, to her ass, her thighs. It was hands and tongues and fingers and everything, and it was inside her, stroking, licking, thrusting –
“AGH!”
Bella threw her head back, her insides clenching, squeezing on the things thrusting into her, but never slowing them down. The pressure, the rippling motions, everything pushed her over the edge. She gasped, wheezed, and shivered as she came, feeling the first little squirts of something down there before the slime sucked it away.
And the thrusting…did…not…stop…
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An hour later, the slime finally pulled out of her. The blue-scaled dragoness fell flat on her ass, staring up at the ceiling as she gasped for breath and sucked down any and all air that she could get. She couldn’t move, could barely get the air down her throat, but at least the slime had stopped.
Fuck…fuck…fuck…
The shower spun around her, the world spinning from the sheer pleasure that had been forced on her. She kept feeling like she would pass out, fighting to stay conscious, knowing that she had a job to get to –
Blub.
The slime was still there. Rather than rushing back down the drain, it…it pushed at her hips, slowly nudging her further and further upright until she was able to sit up again. The green ooze climbed up her arm and perched on her shoulder, wobbling this way and that.
Bella looked at herself. She was…clean, though not necessarily pristine. The slime had done that much while –
Well, she wasn’t going to think about what it had done. She looked at it again.
“Help me up…If you can understand me, help me up.”
It could, and it did. She didn’t know what this slime wanted, not really, but she supposed she’d have to find out after work.
The End
Summary: A dragoness hustles to get through a shower before work, only for a slime to interrupt her cleaning.