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A winged wolf finds their way into the cave looking for food. The wolf finds a glorious bounty of delectable food, but so does the owner of the cave.
Cashews for Wolves
By WhaleLord
A mountain sat in the distance, a monolith of immense proportions, overlooking the land around it. The mountain was steeped with snow, with an interwoven system of paths and roads, many leading through the mountain pass to the west. The mountain is one of many along a vast mountain range stretching for miles to both the north and south. The largest amongst them, Mount Rhiuses, stood out like a pillar amongst rubble, the top of which was lost through the clouds. To even approach such a mountain was dangerous, as the wind and the snow made climbing this monstrosity a perilous journey. However, strewn amongst the base of the cave sat a number of small villages, fed by the streams of water which came off of the mountain when the snow thawed. The villagers typically kept to themselves, their little homes twinkling like stars during the cool, dark nights. Up in the mountain, looking down upon the little villages was a massive creature, he eyes as piercing as the claws which lay upon her paws. She stared out into the vast, open darkness, enjoying the cool mountain breeze flow over her calmly. She was watching over the villages, seeing the sun just start to rise in the east. She sighed in relaxation, enjoying the moist morning air as it rose from the valley below. As the sun rose, she watched the villagers slowly rise from their slumber. One by one, they walked from their homes to tend to their fields, or to march off to the city to work another day. She enjoyed the bustle of the day, and was excited to be actively participating soon. Beside her sat a number of large pies, each sitting in a round metal tin. They were fresh and steaming, ready to be sold to market. She looked over to her right hand side, looking at a large bag she’d just purchased the night before. The final touch for these delectable pastries; cashews.
Meanwhile, far below the cave, sits a beautiful wolf, her white coat speckled with dashes of black fur as she grew another layer for winter. She floats through the snow, almost effortlessly, as she searches for prey to eat. The winter has been difficult, the nearby villagers not taking kindly to any sort of wolves roaming the area, magical or not. She sighs, working her way up the steep mountain pass in the hopes of getting lucky with a mouse, or perhaps a rabbit. Her stomach rumbled, and her paws began to grow numb as the strain of walking up and down the mountain began to wear on her. Her eyes squinted into the early morning light, her tails dragging against the snow as she searched and searched. When she started to smell the sweet smell of baked goods, she thought herself to be going mad. However, as she continued to climb up the mountain, she began to smell this scent growing stronger and stronger. The faster she climbed, the stronger the scent seemed to become, and before she knew it, she was dashing off into the morning towards the satisfying scent of raspberry, strawberry and maple. Her maw moistened with eager anticipation for the chance at something truly delectable.
The creature yawned, before rising out of her slumber with a gentle groan. She looked over at the large bag of cashews, before leaning down and picking them up into her maw. She held the edge of the burlap sack, letting it swing loosely by the tie-strings. She walked over to a large cast iron cauldron, before picking up the bag, and dumping the hordes of cashews into the large black pot. She then added oil, sugar, and some spices, before breathing a bit of fire below the fire to get the fire started. As the fire grew, she began to stir the cauldron with a large mixing spoon she had nearby. The sweet smell of caramelized cashews began to waft from the cave, down through the entrance, and out over the vast mountainside. She continued to stir the cauldron, making sure to keep the nuts from sticking to one another. She adds a little bit of sugar, making sure that the nuts were coated completely in the sweet crystals. She sniffs the savory concoction, realizing she’s forgotten one of the most important ingredients; salt. She reaches over to a small pile of jugs and vases, reaching for a small green container. However, when her paw skirts over the small containers, she doesn’t feel the small container anywhere near where she originally had placed it. She huffed a bit, looking down at the pile of containers, looking for where it could possibly be. Finding it nowhere, she shook her head, placing the large cauldron on a holding stand next to the fire to slow the cooking process. A gentle stream of steam rises from the cauldron, floating into the air and into the outdoors, filling the area with the vibrant, warm scent of simmering cashews. She stood up to her full height, her head nearly reaching the ceiling of the massive cave, before trotting away to the very rear, disappearing around a corner to go through her things in the quest for salt.
The wolf, still sniffing the air for the source of this fascinatingly new aroma. began to brisky walk up the mountain's steep slope. Above her, almost fifty meters up the mountain, sat the opening of the cave, the warm glow of torchlight pouring out into the twilight darkness around her. She shook her pelt, the snow beginning to collect upon her as she continued to trudge through it. She inhaled the smell of fresh baked goods, the smells acting to mask the massive creature’s scent. Her hunger drover her forward, her body yearning for a final end to this near constant hunger she had felt for days. Her mind flowed with wondrous ideas of what this strange cave could be. The humans hadn’t been known to come up this far, and they hadn’t left any tracks she could easily recognize. As she grew closer, she began to smell a few different scents, the scent of the torches’ flames and the scent of a smoldering fire began to fill the air. She walked closer to the entranceway, her paws resting upon solid ground as she snuck closer. She could feel heat emanating from the cave, the flicker from the torches becoming brighter as she snuck closer and closer. She walks up to the very edge of the cave, peeking her head around the edge to look around. The cave, almost ten meters above her head, stretches deep into the mountain before splitting off into two separate tunnels. She looks at the walls of the cave, each with a number of scrape marks the same length and width, as if something had scraped something along the walls to widen it. She begins to walk into the cave, the massive torches along the walls casting flickering shadows over her and the vast array of objects in the room. As she walked in further, she saw a number of massive clay pots, almost a meter tall and three meters wide, alongside the walls of the cave, she walked up to them, sniffing curiously at each one. As her snout came up to them, she could see that each one contained a different scent, each of the dozen pots caked over with a sweet-smelling crust. Steam rose from the last few pies, a fresh smell of baked pastries rose delicately from each of them. She inhaled it deeply, her hunger getting the better of her as she drew closer and closer to them. She didn’t know who was here, or who they were, but she didn’t want to waste her one and only opportunity for food as good as this. She walked along the layers of pies, smelling each one curiously, before settling onto one delectable pie, the smell of raspberries and yogurt rising up in sweet, aromatic waves. Her mind swam with the thought of what it could be, and as she hopped up onto the pie, her snout leaned down to the brown, caked crust, sniffing it curiously. But, as she pressed her weight into it, the crust broke suddenly beneath her, and she fell into the filling with a flop. She struggled a bit to get her bearings, shaking her fur a bit to attempt to detangle the goopy mess which covered her head, her neck, her shout and her paws. The pie was lukewarm, having been closer to the entrance to the cave, and her paws sunk all the way to the bottom of the strange pink goop. She niffed at it curiously, before licking it with her long, warm tongue. The second her tongue tasted the sweet flavors of the pie’s filling, the bite of the raspberry mixed with the savory umami of the yogurt, and her mind swam with the enchanting combination of flavors. Immediately, she began to lap and gulp at them passionately, her maw digging deeply into the delectable filling, her tails waving and twirling happily. She ate and ate, enjoying the feeling of finally having food in her long-empty stomach. She ate for almost a minute, a deep hole forming where she had devoured the succulent filling. She began to gnaw at the crust, yet, given how tough it was, she didn’t get very far. She hopped out of the pie, shaking her fur off as quietly as she could. The sticky sap stuck to her front paws and mane, however, and even with her shaking, her paws and fur still contained the sticky filling. She looked back at the pie, and, seeing it almost ruined, decided it best to find whoever the owner of this cave to be, and find a way to pay them back somehow. As she walked further into the cave, she passed by a large, metallic cylinder, the embers of a fire glowing besides it. A cold wind blows from the entrance, pushing the scent of the cauldron deeper into the cave for a moment. Yet, just as she is about to pass it by, the wind retreats, and the smell of the cauldron drifts down, over the floor of the cave, and into her nostrils. The smell of roasted cashews, caramelized and simmering, fills her nostrils. Her favorite food, sitting just meters from her, perfectly cooked and coated to near perfection. She turned around, walking up to the canister curiously. She sniffed at it, touching it lightly with her paws, testing its temperature. The metal was lukewarm, comfortable to the touch. She looked back deeper into the cave, before looking up at the rim of the container, her first paw nudging it gently. She scratched a bit at the jet black surface, some of the caked-on sugar chipping away as she hoisted herself up onto the metal rim. The bucket was only a few feet off of the ground, its steel legs buckling as her paws grasped at the sides. As she leaned her head over, the warm, savory smell of freshly roasted cashews meets her snout. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, before looking back towards the deepest parts of the cave. She figured she could have a quick taste, nothing that would be missed. She tried to climb her way into the cauldron, her rear paws scratching and clawing at the slippery sides. Her attempts to reach into the welled container were quite fruitless, and after a minute she gave up with a huff. She looked around for a solution, and found it in the far side of the room. Two baskets, each woven with reed, sat in the corner, their lids fastened with hempen rope. She trotted over to them, grasping one of the handles with her maw, before scooching them over to the edge of the container and climbing on top. She looked over the edge, finally able to see what she could smell before. She hoisted herself up and over, her toes staying on the basket as she leaned over to try to get a taste. She leaned down into the cauldron, the succulent smell of cashew treats laying below her. Yet, as soon as her paws touched down, her rear paws left the basket, and she could feel herself slowly careen into the cauldron below her. With a panicked yelp, she felt herself teeter over the edge and into the cashews, her tails attempting to grip the sides to no avail. As she teeters over, her front paws cushion the slight fall and her rear paws splay to try to find traction. She land with a “fwumpf” as she rolls onto the fur of her back. She now lays in the cauldron, her back touching the bottom while her legs and head touch the sides. She tries to readjust herself, but only ends up entangling cashews into her sticky fur. Her front paws reveal ice cream cones dipped in nuts, and after a few minutes of wiggling, finally gets into a comfortable position. Right then, as she sits in the kettle licking her paws, does the creature peer its head over, her piercingly red eyes glaring ominously into the cauldron.
Just a few minutes ago, the creature had gone back into her pantry in search of more salt. Yet, for the life of her, she couldn’t find where the salt had been located. She searched up and down the spice racks, each jar being checked for the indispensable ingredient. She looked up and down, searching each and every sack for the pure white crystals. Yet, after she had sat for a second, she remembered she’d left it in the treasury with the other goods. Yet, as she was walking to the treasury, she heard something scurry in her den. Something scurrying and scraping along the front entrance of the den. Her ears, red with golden scales on the insides, fluttered up and rotated, trying to pinpoint the sound. She trotted to the treasury quickly, pulling the curtain down to prevent anyone from accessing or seeing it, before she walked slowly, carefully into the main entranceway. She walked from the back of the cave, her ears flapping a bit as the cold air brushed past them. She notices the pies first, the sweet filling splayed out along the ground. She looked down at the ruined pie, the paw prints leading further into the cave. A deep, low growl rose from her chest, her ears now perched neatly on top of her head. She looked out into the snowstorm, the tracks fading quickly but still visible.
“Wolf tracks… not human, but not just some curious coyote either… I thought my goods would be safe given the storm. Why must the Goddess look down on me today?” She thought to herself, mumbling in a low, reserved tone. It was best not to tempt the goddess with such things.
She sniffed curiously at the ground, the cold air giving her breath a visible streak which flowed into the cave as she breathed. She shook herself, before going to the outside, pulling a rope which lay to the side of the cave by a few meters. When she pulled it, a curtain woven from a cacophony of different fabrics and cloths draped down, covering the entire entranceway. She lifted it up, feeling it scrape along her back as he entered the cave. She figured that whatever it was, hopefully it was gone by now, and with the storm and her curtains in place, wouldn’t be coming back. Yet, as she walked into the cave, she remembered that the tracks were leading into, not out of, her precious abode. She sighs, beginning to trot back to retrieve the salt, when she noticed something off about the room. Besides the ruined pastries and the tracks, there was a basket next to the cashews which wasn’t there before. She sniffed curiously at the basket, the fresh smell of raspberry jam seeping from it. And as she looked, she noticed a small streak of sticky sap running up and into the cauldron. Her head slowly rose, her eyes shimmering red as she peered into the canister. There, sitting in a slightly awkward position was Serenity, her three tails wrapped around herself as she sat, her eyes closed, licking her right paw. The creature’s eyes narrowed, and seeing the little intruder directly below her, trapped inside of a cooking pot, made her eyes dance with streaks of red. She cleared her throat, her voice echoing within the black vestibule. With a shock, the wolf looked up to see the owner of the cave, the owner of the mountain itself. The creature standing before her, looming almost forty feet tall with scales of a striking red with streaks of brilliant gold, her eyes a sharp, golden hazel. A dragon which had just found herself staring down at a little wolf, coated with raspberry jam and caramelized cashews, who’d been rummaging around her wares without permission, and who now had nowhere to go. Perhaps the goddess hadn’t been looking down upon her. Perhaps such a thing was a blessing, a gift from the goddess herself. Her eyes began to swim more and more with streaks of red, her irises slowly turning from their usual golden hue to a more furious, lustfully hungry red. A grin spread across her face, each of her brilliantly white teeth shimmering in the flickering firelight. Her tongue, forked at the end yet thick and plump, slid around her maw, soaking her lips in slimy, warm saliva. If the goddess really had blessed her with a gift, who was she to ignore such an offer?
She smiled down at the little wolf, her fangs glistening in the shimmering firelight. She glanced down at the little wolf with golden eyes, the color shifting as her head swayed from left to right.
“My, my. What do we have here?” She said, her voice deep and throaty. Her voice seemed to echo through the canister, the walls shaking with each and every one of her words.
Serenity shifted a bit within the canister, hoping to look a bit more presentable for the owner of the cave. However, even after shifting and turning a bit, she was only able to sit with her tails held to her belly, her head looking up at the looming dragon.
“Oh… um… well, it’s a bit hard to describe, really. I was wandering around in the snow, and I got lost, and...” She spoke, her words a jumble as she worked to excuse the mess she had made.
The beast interrupted sharply, but calmly. Her voice carried power, but was clearly being restrained. “So you thought to come into my cave, help yourself to my goods, and then what? Leave me to clean up the mess?”
“I… um…. No, not at all! I… well, I really didn’t want to intrude. I was just so hungry… I… please… please don’t hurt me… I’ll pay you back, I promise!” She whimpered, her excuses bare and hollow. She knew there was no possible reason she could bring to the table that would warrant such actions.
Serenity expected the worst, hoping that anything the dragon did next wouldn’t hurt as much as she feared. She closed her eyes, turning away from the dragon to hide her head in her fluffy tails. Yet, the dragon only smiled, hearing the little wolf’s cowering words. Her maw stretched a bit into a warm grin, her kind eyes peering down at the little wolf. She reached down to Serenity, grasping her softly in her warm, safe paws, before lifting her up and out of the pot. Some cashews fell from her fur, landing with gentle plinks onto the ground around the dragon’s mighty paws. As she picked her up, Serenity covered herself with her fluffy tails, hoping for something swift and painless. Yet, as he dragon held her within her grasp, she didn’t move. She sat still, watching what the little wolf would do.
“What is your name, little one?” The dragon said, her voice echoing throughout the cave system, the echoes repeating slowly, drifting away with each repetition.
Serenity, still holding her tails between her rear legs and front paws, covering her face with the ends of her furry tails, spoke in a muffled tone, “S- serenity. And yours, if I may ask?”
“Darala,” She said with pride, holding her head a bit higher, “And I’m not going to hurt you, don’t worry…”
“R- really?” Serenity spoke, her voice growing less and less shaken as she sat in the dragon’s paws.
“No, of course not. You’re a desperate little creature, and it wouldn’t be fair to you. Even if you destroyed my property.” Darala said, looking back at the destroyed pie and the fur-laden cashews.
“I- I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t think I would…” Serenity spoke, her voice still a bit tattered, “I was planning on paying you back for it anyway. Honest!”
Darala chuckled, her chest rising and falling as she did so, “Oh, I believe you will. And I will hold you to it. But, for now, we should focus on getting you cleaned up a bit. You’re quite the mess…”
Serenity looked down at her paws, covered in sticky sap, “Heh, yea, I guess you’re right about that. You… wouldn’t happen to have a bath around, would you?”
“Oh, I have even better.” Darala said, petting the fluffy tails with her paws. She laid down onto her belly, her tail swaying a bit as she did so. She leaned down, opening her maw a bit, her forked tongue slithering out and flowing through your tails. Her tongue, warm and soft, flows from your neck to your cheek.
“Hey… mmmpth… watch the fur…!” Serenity says, her tails fluttering and moving away as she tries to bat the tongue playfully from her face. She chuckles a bit, wiggling softly within the dragon’s warm, soft embrace. Darala continues to lick and taste at the cute little wolf, licking her neck slowly, making sure to soak it in a layer of warm, sticky saliva. She continued to taste and play with the little wolf, her thumb slowly drawing the tufted tails from her face.
“Oh, come now. Don’t squirm so much. You’re absolutely soaked with filling.” Darala said, her tongue moving adamantly over the sweet fur of the wolf, slowly washing away the sweet layers of filling coating her. She worked at her neck, the original color of her fur slowly returning, before she moved onto her face.
“Mmf… erpl… al- ppf –alright…” Serenity choked out, her face being slathered with the warm, plush tongue. Her eyes remained closed. Yet, as Darala continued to lick and taste at the tender little wolf, her eyes began to swim with tendrils of red. She began to purr, her throat rumbling deeply as she continued to take in your amicable flavor.
“Goodness, little one, you really got that stuck in your fur, didn’t you?” Darala said, continuing to slather her face with her warm, moist tongue, watching with enjoyment as Serenity continued to push the tongue away. Darala continued to enjoy her little intruder, licking her paws just as moved herself to push them away again. Her tongue danced over the soiled fur, brushing and combing it with the gentle bristles of her tongue. She licked and pruned, before taking in her paws into her maw, suckling on the gently. She closed her eyes as she noticed them glowing with an even more vibrant hue. She gripped the wolf’s paws with her soft, plush lips, letting them slide deeper into her maw. She drank in the wolf’s flavor, inhaling her scent deeply as Darala continued to drink at her soft paws. Serenity gripped and played with the tongue as it toyed with her paws, beginning to giggle as the feeling of finally being clean washed over her. Once her fur was all clean, Darala looked over the adorable little wolf, still toying with her tails playfully with her thumbs.
“W-Well, I really hate to overstay my welcome… I know you’re a busy dragon and all that… I’ll bring you back something of value to make up for the... um… damage.” Stuttered Serenity, her tails flicking happily as she felt clean once again.
“Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary, little one,” Darala said, between sucking on the sweet little toe-beans of the wolf, “I think I have quite enough treasure as it is.”
“Oh, ok.” Serenity peeped, her rear paws paving playfully as she was suckled on the dragon, “Does… does that mean I’m free to leave…?”
A hearty laugh rose from the throat of the dragon, her kind golden eyes looked down at the kind little wolf held gently within her grasp, “Well, I don’t see why not.”
A relieved sigh flows over the wolf, her ears perking at the joyful news. Yet, as she relaxed, the dragon slowly closed her teeth over the wolf’s paws, holding her gently.
“R-really?” Said the wolf, her rear legs kicking a bit to readjust herself.
The dragon looked down at Serenity, her lips slowly widened, her teeth becoming visible one by one. Before long, each of her teeth was visible from the perspective of the wolf, her eyes now completely crimson red. “No…”
Serenity looked up at the mighty dragon, hearing her worrying answer. The wolf struggled a bit, but quickly realized that her paws were stuck within the grasp of the dragon. “W-what…?”
A deep-throated laugh rose from the dragon’s throat, warm air washing over the wolf’s flowing black pelt. “Oh, you don’t really expect me to just let you go after something like that, do you? That would be quite foolish…”
“B-but… you said that you would…” Serenity struggles against the gripping teeth, the fangs of her captor sit mere inches from her face.
“I said nothing of the sort, dear wolf. I merely stated I saw no reason why I wouldn’t.” Darala jested, her paws now petting the wolf’s tender little underbelly with long, passing strokes. The soft pads of her thumbs stroked her tails as well, watching them flicker nervously as the realization began to dawn on her hapless prey.
“But, but…” the wolf yelped, trying to free herself from the grip of the dragon, “But I ‘m going to pay you back! I- I said I would!”
The mighty dragon chuckled warmly, her crimson eyes washed over the little wolf with glee. Her tongue continued to work over the little paws of the wolf, lapping and tasting at her little toes with glee. After a few minutes, she gripped the waist of the wolf between her thumb and forefinger, slowly raising her into the air. Feeling herself slowly loosing traction, the hapless wolf yips in fear, trying to scrape with her rear paws to no avail. Her beautifully fluffy tails seem to wiggle and flow in a nervous flutter. Yet, as she is picked up in the air, her tails rise into a fan, shaking from one side to another in a hypnotic pattern. She can’t help it much, as it is merely instinct, but as she feels herself being picked up and carried into the air, she begins to fan more and more, the tension rising as Darala seeks her just desserts.
“Oh, I know what you said,” Darala laughed, her eyes squinting as she focused in on your desperate squirming, “And I knew you’d be good for it. Think if this as payment. Food for food, you see?”
Hearing this, the desperate wolf tries to wiggle to the left and right in a twisting motion, desperate to alieve herself of her hungry captor, “N-no, wait! I swear I can find something else that will be satisfactory!”
“Well, it’s a bit too late for that, my sweet… I’ve already got your sweet little taste on my tongue.” Said the dragon, her snout moving in line with her little morsel of a wolf, “And, might I say, you’re going to make quite the treat.”
Hearing this, the wolf tried to desperately clamber for any sort of hold on the dragon’s soft, warm paws. Yet, as she is lifted up above the mighty beast, she realizes that she is now completely helpless to the great dragon, hanging from her waist as she looks over the snout of the waiting dragon. Her pleading grows higher pitched now, seemingly growing more and more desperate as time went on. She would feel the warm paws gripping her sides, squishing her gently between them. “N-no, please! Put me down! L-let me go! I-I can’t be food!”
“Put you down?” Darala said, her teeth letting her little paws go, “Well… if you say so…”
Darala chuckled a bit, before opening her maw wide, wide enough for the helpless little prey to see all the way down into her throat. Her maw was wide, two times wider than she was, lined with dagger-like teeth and salmon pink gums. Her cheeks were shimmering with red tendrils as she opened her maw wider, the light from the outside flooding in. At the very back of her maw lay her throat, her slimy saliva pooling at the back. She opens her throat a bit, and she sees the spongy pink flesh part to reveal a rippling chasm of soon leading to nothingness.
“N-No, wait!” Serenity said, her paws now coming over her delicate ears and head to protect them should the worst come, “I didn’t mean it like tha-”
But, before she could get the words out, Darala released her grip, and the helpless wolf dropped from her grasp. She yipped in terror, the waiting throat almost lurking beneath her as she covered her eyes with her paws. Yet, before she could drop very far, she was caught by Darala’s moist, plush lips at the waist. She stopped with an “oof,” still looking down at her waiting fate. Her rear legs sat kicking outside of Darala’s strong, powerful jaws, her tails flapping and waving nervously as she played with her treat. Darala’s paws moved to her little wolf, her thumbs playing with the wiggling little tails. He tongue moved to work on the wolf, sliding up and down the precious little meal with finesse. From deep within her, a low, throaty purr rose, vibrations sent throughout the vast expanse of her maw. As she breathed, warm air flowed over her prey, the wolf’s ears flapping in response. Darala closed her lips completely around her, trapping her in the low, red glow coming from her maw. Little stripes of light seemed to dance across her gums and her cheeks, the lights fading and glowing in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Her forked tongue moved up to meet her hapless prey, licking her head, neck and chest eagerly. Serenity covered her ears, making sure to not get them wet, trying to figure a way out of this predicament. She panted, her mind racing as she tried to beg sheepishly to the much larger predator, but to no avail. As she sat within the confines of the dragon’s maw, her tail kept dancing and fluffing, greatly entertaining Darala as she began to walk back to the rear of her cave. She tried to push herself out of the dragon’s maw as well, her rear legs scraping and clawing against the slippery scales of the dragon’s chin. As Darala settled into her bed of pillows, she began to suckle at her helpless prey, drinking in her sweet flavors and pungently delectable aromas. However, as he did so, Serenity was now awash with saliva, her fur wet once again from the constant licking. Yet, as she coughed, she felt the grip of the lips increase a she was suckled on like a little candy canine. Darala continued to suckle at Serenity, picking up a book to read as she enjoyed the sweet little wolf. Serenity, unable to protect her ears any more, tries now to push back against the tongue to avoid any more licking, but find no success. The slimy little organ simply slides through her delicate little claws, still licking her face and ears with fervor. After a few minutes, and a few pages of her novel, Darala throws her head back and sucks Serenity, hips and all, into her waiting maw. She savors watching her little tails dance a bit more, before sucking them in as well, slurping her up like the little candy canine that she is. Her process of suckling and lapping continues, her tongue exploring her rear paws, her delicate legs and her delectable little tails. Each different part of her has a slightly different flavor, and each is a treat in its own little way. She rolls a bit in the pillows, Serenity rolling around her maw, unable to grip onto any surface. Darala rolls her head from side to side, the helpless little wolf rolling and banking from one end to another. She tries to stabilize herself, but can’t seem to get a grip, and is played with once more.
After Darala finishes the chapter, she puts down her book and stops suckling on her precious little prey. She leans her head back a bit, feeling Serenity slowly inch backwards towards her waiting throat.
“Any last words?” Darala muses, her words deep and throaty, as she speaks, Serenity can see down her throat, all the way down to the warm nothingness which awaits her.
“I…I…” Serenity chokes on her words, realizing what is going to happen. She stifles a tear, but manages to speak a few more words, “I’m sorry. I was just… just so hungry…”
Darala listened to these words, hearing the real emotion, the passion in her words. She knew she wasn’t going to hurt her. Not anymore. Not for eating a pie and ruining a few cashews, not at all. But, the growling of her stomach called for the wolf, and she wasn’t going to keep it waiting. She leaned her head back, feeling her prey slowly drift back down into the rear of her throat. Serenity, squirming a but almost completely exhausted now, pushes weakly against the rear flesh of her throat, her paws making small indents of the throat. Darala then threw her head back, gulping down almost half of the little wolf in one big gulp. Serenity feels herself thrown into the back of her throat, where her paws originally sat is now an open chasm. She falls, paws first, into the throat, before the warm, slimy, muscular tissue folds around her once more. She yips apologies to the dragon, begging to be let out, but her voice is barely audible. Darala gulps down once more, swallowing her down to her waist, her rear legs scamper and push against the back of her throat, desperate to gain some grip for their owner. However, feeling this, Darala swallows once more, and all of Serenity is taken up into the warm, moist throat. With another gulp, she travels down the throat of the beast, her body held tightly in the fleshy confines of her throat. She is pushed along by massive muscular contractions, the slimy throat making way as she is pressed from behind. Darala feels with her paw as she flows through her beck, making a bulge within the powerful draconic neck. As she flows down, she eventually enters into her chest, the lump disappearing as she travels to the entrance to her stomach. As if a door opened, her entire body is shoved through a minute opening into a warm, fleshy cavern, seeming to dance with lights as her paws first graced the interior. As she entered fully, the walls began to close around her, ebbing and flowing with pulsing red flames of light. Once she was in the stomach, she simply laid down, expecting to be suffocated, or drowned in the acids of the dragon’s powerful stomach. Yet, as the walls flowed and massaged her, slowly enclosing her completely and forming to her body, she felt nothing of the sort. She could feel a slight breeze flowing over her, wafting her ears like her breath did. No acid touched her skin, the warm, fleshy enclosure echoed with the deep breaths and soothing heartbeat of the dragon. As she laid there, she felt Darala moving a bit around her. She pawed softly at the walls of her enclosure, watching as they danced with red lights wherever she touched them. As she moved, shuffling herself around, she yawned a bit, the stress, the meal and the sugar crash was all coming down on her at once. She rested her head on the warm, fleshy walls of the stomach, but before she could, she heard a voice coming from outside.
“H-hey, little one? Are you alright in there?” Darala said, her head sitting outside of her belly.
Serenity looked up, shaking her head tiredly, “Um.. y-yea I’m alright. I- I’m still…”
Darala spoke u before she could finish, “It’s ok, little one. I forgive you. You fought quite hard and you had a big meal. Now rest.”
Given her previous state, Serenity had no problem with that request. She sat her head down on the warm, moist flesh, listening to the slow, rhythmic pulse of the heartbeat, the drawing in and out of the breath, and the soft gurgling of the stomach walls around her. The soft, red ambient lights danced before her, trailing up and down the walls in dim little patterns. The cacophony of bodily melodies was enough to slowly lull her from her stressed, from her worries, and from her sorrows, into a deep night’s sleep.
Cashews for Wolves
By WhaleLord
A mountain sat in the distance, a monolith of immense proportions, overlooking the land around it. The mountain was steeped with snow, with an interwoven system of paths and roads, many leading through the mountain pass to the west. The mountain is one of many along a vast mountain range stretching for miles to both the north and south. The largest amongst them, Mount Rhiuses, stood out like a pillar amongst rubble, the top of which was lost through the clouds. To even approach such a mountain was dangerous, as the wind and the snow made climbing this monstrosity a perilous journey. However, strewn amongst the base of the cave sat a number of small villages, fed by the streams of water which came off of the mountain when the snow thawed. The villagers typically kept to themselves, their little homes twinkling like stars during the cool, dark nights. Up in the mountain, looking down upon the little villages was a massive creature, he eyes as piercing as the claws which lay upon her paws. She stared out into the vast, open darkness, enjoying the cool mountain breeze flow over her calmly. She was watching over the villages, seeing the sun just start to rise in the east. She sighed in relaxation, enjoying the moist morning air as it rose from the valley below. As the sun rose, she watched the villagers slowly rise from their slumber. One by one, they walked from their homes to tend to their fields, or to march off to the city to work another day. She enjoyed the bustle of the day, and was excited to be actively participating soon. Beside her sat a number of large pies, each sitting in a round metal tin. They were fresh and steaming, ready to be sold to market. She looked over to her right hand side, looking at a large bag she’d just purchased the night before. The final touch for these delectable pastries; cashews.
Meanwhile, far below the cave, sits a beautiful wolf, her white coat speckled with dashes of black fur as she grew another layer for winter. She floats through the snow, almost effortlessly, as she searches for prey to eat. The winter has been difficult, the nearby villagers not taking kindly to any sort of wolves roaming the area, magical or not. She sighs, working her way up the steep mountain pass in the hopes of getting lucky with a mouse, or perhaps a rabbit. Her stomach rumbled, and her paws began to grow numb as the strain of walking up and down the mountain began to wear on her. Her eyes squinted into the early morning light, her tails dragging against the snow as she searched and searched. When she started to smell the sweet smell of baked goods, she thought herself to be going mad. However, as she continued to climb up the mountain, she began to smell this scent growing stronger and stronger. The faster she climbed, the stronger the scent seemed to become, and before she knew it, she was dashing off into the morning towards the satisfying scent of raspberry, strawberry and maple. Her maw moistened with eager anticipation for the chance at something truly delectable.
The creature yawned, before rising out of her slumber with a gentle groan. She looked over at the large bag of cashews, before leaning down and picking them up into her maw. She held the edge of the burlap sack, letting it swing loosely by the tie-strings. She walked over to a large cast iron cauldron, before picking up the bag, and dumping the hordes of cashews into the large black pot. She then added oil, sugar, and some spices, before breathing a bit of fire below the fire to get the fire started. As the fire grew, she began to stir the cauldron with a large mixing spoon she had nearby. The sweet smell of caramelized cashews began to waft from the cave, down through the entrance, and out over the vast mountainside. She continued to stir the cauldron, making sure to keep the nuts from sticking to one another. She adds a little bit of sugar, making sure that the nuts were coated completely in the sweet crystals. She sniffs the savory concoction, realizing she’s forgotten one of the most important ingredients; salt. She reaches over to a small pile of jugs and vases, reaching for a small green container. However, when her paw skirts over the small containers, she doesn’t feel the small container anywhere near where she originally had placed it. She huffed a bit, looking down at the pile of containers, looking for where it could possibly be. Finding it nowhere, she shook her head, placing the large cauldron on a holding stand next to the fire to slow the cooking process. A gentle stream of steam rises from the cauldron, floating into the air and into the outdoors, filling the area with the vibrant, warm scent of simmering cashews. She stood up to her full height, her head nearly reaching the ceiling of the massive cave, before trotting away to the very rear, disappearing around a corner to go through her things in the quest for salt.
The wolf, still sniffing the air for the source of this fascinatingly new aroma. began to brisky walk up the mountain's steep slope. Above her, almost fifty meters up the mountain, sat the opening of the cave, the warm glow of torchlight pouring out into the twilight darkness around her. She shook her pelt, the snow beginning to collect upon her as she continued to trudge through it. She inhaled the smell of fresh baked goods, the smells acting to mask the massive creature’s scent. Her hunger drover her forward, her body yearning for a final end to this near constant hunger she had felt for days. Her mind flowed with wondrous ideas of what this strange cave could be. The humans hadn’t been known to come up this far, and they hadn’t left any tracks she could easily recognize. As she grew closer, she began to smell a few different scents, the scent of the torches’ flames and the scent of a smoldering fire began to fill the air. She walked closer to the entranceway, her paws resting upon solid ground as she snuck closer. She could feel heat emanating from the cave, the flicker from the torches becoming brighter as she snuck closer and closer. She walks up to the very edge of the cave, peeking her head around the edge to look around. The cave, almost ten meters above her head, stretches deep into the mountain before splitting off into two separate tunnels. She looks at the walls of the cave, each with a number of scrape marks the same length and width, as if something had scraped something along the walls to widen it. She begins to walk into the cave, the massive torches along the walls casting flickering shadows over her and the vast array of objects in the room. As she walked in further, she saw a number of massive clay pots, almost a meter tall and three meters wide, alongside the walls of the cave, she walked up to them, sniffing curiously at each one. As her snout came up to them, she could see that each one contained a different scent, each of the dozen pots caked over with a sweet-smelling crust. Steam rose from the last few pies, a fresh smell of baked pastries rose delicately from each of them. She inhaled it deeply, her hunger getting the better of her as she drew closer and closer to them. She didn’t know who was here, or who they were, but she didn’t want to waste her one and only opportunity for food as good as this. She walked along the layers of pies, smelling each one curiously, before settling onto one delectable pie, the smell of raspberries and yogurt rising up in sweet, aromatic waves. Her mind swam with the thought of what it could be, and as she hopped up onto the pie, her snout leaned down to the brown, caked crust, sniffing it curiously. But, as she pressed her weight into it, the crust broke suddenly beneath her, and she fell into the filling with a flop. She struggled a bit to get her bearings, shaking her fur a bit to attempt to detangle the goopy mess which covered her head, her neck, her shout and her paws. The pie was lukewarm, having been closer to the entrance to the cave, and her paws sunk all the way to the bottom of the strange pink goop. She niffed at it curiously, before licking it with her long, warm tongue. The second her tongue tasted the sweet flavors of the pie’s filling, the bite of the raspberry mixed with the savory umami of the yogurt, and her mind swam with the enchanting combination of flavors. Immediately, she began to lap and gulp at them passionately, her maw digging deeply into the delectable filling, her tails waving and twirling happily. She ate and ate, enjoying the feeling of finally having food in her long-empty stomach. She ate for almost a minute, a deep hole forming where she had devoured the succulent filling. She began to gnaw at the crust, yet, given how tough it was, she didn’t get very far. She hopped out of the pie, shaking her fur off as quietly as she could. The sticky sap stuck to her front paws and mane, however, and even with her shaking, her paws and fur still contained the sticky filling. She looked back at the pie, and, seeing it almost ruined, decided it best to find whoever the owner of this cave to be, and find a way to pay them back somehow. As she walked further into the cave, she passed by a large, metallic cylinder, the embers of a fire glowing besides it. A cold wind blows from the entrance, pushing the scent of the cauldron deeper into the cave for a moment. Yet, just as she is about to pass it by, the wind retreats, and the smell of the cauldron drifts down, over the floor of the cave, and into her nostrils. The smell of roasted cashews, caramelized and simmering, fills her nostrils. Her favorite food, sitting just meters from her, perfectly cooked and coated to near perfection. She turned around, walking up to the canister curiously. She sniffed at it, touching it lightly with her paws, testing its temperature. The metal was lukewarm, comfortable to the touch. She looked back deeper into the cave, before looking up at the rim of the container, her first paw nudging it gently. She scratched a bit at the jet black surface, some of the caked-on sugar chipping away as she hoisted herself up onto the metal rim. The bucket was only a few feet off of the ground, its steel legs buckling as her paws grasped at the sides. As she leaned her head over, the warm, savory smell of freshly roasted cashews meets her snout. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, before looking back towards the deepest parts of the cave. She figured she could have a quick taste, nothing that would be missed. She tried to climb her way into the cauldron, her rear paws scratching and clawing at the slippery sides. Her attempts to reach into the welled container were quite fruitless, and after a minute she gave up with a huff. She looked around for a solution, and found it in the far side of the room. Two baskets, each woven with reed, sat in the corner, their lids fastened with hempen rope. She trotted over to them, grasping one of the handles with her maw, before scooching them over to the edge of the container and climbing on top. She looked over the edge, finally able to see what she could smell before. She hoisted herself up and over, her toes staying on the basket as she leaned over to try to get a taste. She leaned down into the cauldron, the succulent smell of cashew treats laying below her. Yet, as soon as her paws touched down, her rear paws left the basket, and she could feel herself slowly careen into the cauldron below her. With a panicked yelp, she felt herself teeter over the edge and into the cashews, her tails attempting to grip the sides to no avail. As she teeters over, her front paws cushion the slight fall and her rear paws splay to try to find traction. She land with a “fwumpf” as she rolls onto the fur of her back. She now lays in the cauldron, her back touching the bottom while her legs and head touch the sides. She tries to readjust herself, but only ends up entangling cashews into her sticky fur. Her front paws reveal ice cream cones dipped in nuts, and after a few minutes of wiggling, finally gets into a comfortable position. Right then, as she sits in the kettle licking her paws, does the creature peer its head over, her piercingly red eyes glaring ominously into the cauldron.
Just a few minutes ago, the creature had gone back into her pantry in search of more salt. Yet, for the life of her, she couldn’t find where the salt had been located. She searched up and down the spice racks, each jar being checked for the indispensable ingredient. She looked up and down, searching each and every sack for the pure white crystals. Yet, after she had sat for a second, she remembered she’d left it in the treasury with the other goods. Yet, as she was walking to the treasury, she heard something scurry in her den. Something scurrying and scraping along the front entrance of the den. Her ears, red with golden scales on the insides, fluttered up and rotated, trying to pinpoint the sound. She trotted to the treasury quickly, pulling the curtain down to prevent anyone from accessing or seeing it, before she walked slowly, carefully into the main entranceway. She walked from the back of the cave, her ears flapping a bit as the cold air brushed past them. She notices the pies first, the sweet filling splayed out along the ground. She looked down at the ruined pie, the paw prints leading further into the cave. A deep, low growl rose from her chest, her ears now perched neatly on top of her head. She looked out into the snowstorm, the tracks fading quickly but still visible.
“Wolf tracks… not human, but not just some curious coyote either… I thought my goods would be safe given the storm. Why must the Goddess look down on me today?” She thought to herself, mumbling in a low, reserved tone. It was best not to tempt the goddess with such things.
She sniffed curiously at the ground, the cold air giving her breath a visible streak which flowed into the cave as she breathed. She shook herself, before going to the outside, pulling a rope which lay to the side of the cave by a few meters. When she pulled it, a curtain woven from a cacophony of different fabrics and cloths draped down, covering the entire entranceway. She lifted it up, feeling it scrape along her back as he entered the cave. She figured that whatever it was, hopefully it was gone by now, and with the storm and her curtains in place, wouldn’t be coming back. Yet, as she walked into the cave, she remembered that the tracks were leading into, not out of, her precious abode. She sighs, beginning to trot back to retrieve the salt, when she noticed something off about the room. Besides the ruined pastries and the tracks, there was a basket next to the cashews which wasn’t there before. She sniffed curiously at the basket, the fresh smell of raspberry jam seeping from it. And as she looked, she noticed a small streak of sticky sap running up and into the cauldron. Her head slowly rose, her eyes shimmering red as she peered into the canister. There, sitting in a slightly awkward position was Serenity, her three tails wrapped around herself as she sat, her eyes closed, licking her right paw. The creature’s eyes narrowed, and seeing the little intruder directly below her, trapped inside of a cooking pot, made her eyes dance with streaks of red. She cleared her throat, her voice echoing within the black vestibule. With a shock, the wolf looked up to see the owner of the cave, the owner of the mountain itself. The creature standing before her, looming almost forty feet tall with scales of a striking red with streaks of brilliant gold, her eyes a sharp, golden hazel. A dragon which had just found herself staring down at a little wolf, coated with raspberry jam and caramelized cashews, who’d been rummaging around her wares without permission, and who now had nowhere to go. Perhaps the goddess hadn’t been looking down upon her. Perhaps such a thing was a blessing, a gift from the goddess herself. Her eyes began to swim more and more with streaks of red, her irises slowly turning from their usual golden hue to a more furious, lustfully hungry red. A grin spread across her face, each of her brilliantly white teeth shimmering in the flickering firelight. Her tongue, forked at the end yet thick and plump, slid around her maw, soaking her lips in slimy, warm saliva. If the goddess really had blessed her with a gift, who was she to ignore such an offer?
She smiled down at the little wolf, her fangs glistening in the shimmering firelight. She glanced down at the little wolf with golden eyes, the color shifting as her head swayed from left to right.
“My, my. What do we have here?” She said, her voice deep and throaty. Her voice seemed to echo through the canister, the walls shaking with each and every one of her words.
Serenity shifted a bit within the canister, hoping to look a bit more presentable for the owner of the cave. However, even after shifting and turning a bit, she was only able to sit with her tails held to her belly, her head looking up at the looming dragon.
“Oh… um… well, it’s a bit hard to describe, really. I was wandering around in the snow, and I got lost, and...” She spoke, her words a jumble as she worked to excuse the mess she had made.
The beast interrupted sharply, but calmly. Her voice carried power, but was clearly being restrained. “So you thought to come into my cave, help yourself to my goods, and then what? Leave me to clean up the mess?”
“I… um…. No, not at all! I… well, I really didn’t want to intrude. I was just so hungry… I… please… please don’t hurt me… I’ll pay you back, I promise!” She whimpered, her excuses bare and hollow. She knew there was no possible reason she could bring to the table that would warrant such actions.
Serenity expected the worst, hoping that anything the dragon did next wouldn’t hurt as much as she feared. She closed her eyes, turning away from the dragon to hide her head in her fluffy tails. Yet, the dragon only smiled, hearing the little wolf’s cowering words. Her maw stretched a bit into a warm grin, her kind eyes peering down at the little wolf. She reached down to Serenity, grasping her softly in her warm, safe paws, before lifting her up and out of the pot. Some cashews fell from her fur, landing with gentle plinks onto the ground around the dragon’s mighty paws. As she picked her up, Serenity covered herself with her fluffy tails, hoping for something swift and painless. Yet, as he dragon held her within her grasp, she didn’t move. She sat still, watching what the little wolf would do.
“What is your name, little one?” The dragon said, her voice echoing throughout the cave system, the echoes repeating slowly, drifting away with each repetition.
Serenity, still holding her tails between her rear legs and front paws, covering her face with the ends of her furry tails, spoke in a muffled tone, “S- serenity. And yours, if I may ask?”
“Darala,” She said with pride, holding her head a bit higher, “And I’m not going to hurt you, don’t worry…”
“R- really?” Serenity spoke, her voice growing less and less shaken as she sat in the dragon’s paws.
“No, of course not. You’re a desperate little creature, and it wouldn’t be fair to you. Even if you destroyed my property.” Darala said, looking back at the destroyed pie and the fur-laden cashews.
“I- I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t think I would…” Serenity spoke, her voice still a bit tattered, “I was planning on paying you back for it anyway. Honest!”
Darala chuckled, her chest rising and falling as she did so, “Oh, I believe you will. And I will hold you to it. But, for now, we should focus on getting you cleaned up a bit. You’re quite the mess…”
Serenity looked down at her paws, covered in sticky sap, “Heh, yea, I guess you’re right about that. You… wouldn’t happen to have a bath around, would you?”
“Oh, I have even better.” Darala said, petting the fluffy tails with her paws. She laid down onto her belly, her tail swaying a bit as she did so. She leaned down, opening her maw a bit, her forked tongue slithering out and flowing through your tails. Her tongue, warm and soft, flows from your neck to your cheek.
“Hey… mmmpth… watch the fur…!” Serenity says, her tails fluttering and moving away as she tries to bat the tongue playfully from her face. She chuckles a bit, wiggling softly within the dragon’s warm, soft embrace. Darala continues to lick and taste at the cute little wolf, licking her neck slowly, making sure to soak it in a layer of warm, sticky saliva. She continued to taste and play with the little wolf, her thumb slowly drawing the tufted tails from her face.
“Oh, come now. Don’t squirm so much. You’re absolutely soaked with filling.” Darala said, her tongue moving adamantly over the sweet fur of the wolf, slowly washing away the sweet layers of filling coating her. She worked at her neck, the original color of her fur slowly returning, before she moved onto her face.
“Mmf… erpl… al- ppf –alright…” Serenity choked out, her face being slathered with the warm, plush tongue. Her eyes remained closed. Yet, as Darala continued to lick and taste at the tender little wolf, her eyes began to swim with tendrils of red. She began to purr, her throat rumbling deeply as she continued to take in your amicable flavor.
“Goodness, little one, you really got that stuck in your fur, didn’t you?” Darala said, continuing to slather her face with her warm, moist tongue, watching with enjoyment as Serenity continued to push the tongue away. Darala continued to enjoy her little intruder, licking her paws just as moved herself to push them away again. Her tongue danced over the soiled fur, brushing and combing it with the gentle bristles of her tongue. She licked and pruned, before taking in her paws into her maw, suckling on the gently. She closed her eyes as she noticed them glowing with an even more vibrant hue. She gripped the wolf’s paws with her soft, plush lips, letting them slide deeper into her maw. She drank in the wolf’s flavor, inhaling her scent deeply as Darala continued to drink at her soft paws. Serenity gripped and played with the tongue as it toyed with her paws, beginning to giggle as the feeling of finally being clean washed over her. Once her fur was all clean, Darala looked over the adorable little wolf, still toying with her tails playfully with her thumbs.
“W-Well, I really hate to overstay my welcome… I know you’re a busy dragon and all that… I’ll bring you back something of value to make up for the... um… damage.” Stuttered Serenity, her tails flicking happily as she felt clean once again.
“Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary, little one,” Darala said, between sucking on the sweet little toe-beans of the wolf, “I think I have quite enough treasure as it is.”
“Oh, ok.” Serenity peeped, her rear paws paving playfully as she was suckled on the dragon, “Does… does that mean I’m free to leave…?”
A hearty laugh rose from the throat of the dragon, her kind golden eyes looked down at the kind little wolf held gently within her grasp, “Well, I don’t see why not.”
A relieved sigh flows over the wolf, her ears perking at the joyful news. Yet, as she relaxed, the dragon slowly closed her teeth over the wolf’s paws, holding her gently.
“R-really?” Said the wolf, her rear legs kicking a bit to readjust herself.
The dragon looked down at Serenity, her lips slowly widened, her teeth becoming visible one by one. Before long, each of her teeth was visible from the perspective of the wolf, her eyes now completely crimson red. “No…”
Serenity looked up at the mighty dragon, hearing her worrying answer. The wolf struggled a bit, but quickly realized that her paws were stuck within the grasp of the dragon. “W-what…?”
A deep-throated laugh rose from the dragon’s throat, warm air washing over the wolf’s flowing black pelt. “Oh, you don’t really expect me to just let you go after something like that, do you? That would be quite foolish…”
“B-but… you said that you would…” Serenity struggles against the gripping teeth, the fangs of her captor sit mere inches from her face.
“I said nothing of the sort, dear wolf. I merely stated I saw no reason why I wouldn’t.” Darala jested, her paws now petting the wolf’s tender little underbelly with long, passing strokes. The soft pads of her thumbs stroked her tails as well, watching them flicker nervously as the realization began to dawn on her hapless prey.
“But, but…” the wolf yelped, trying to free herself from the grip of the dragon, “But I ‘m going to pay you back! I- I said I would!”
The mighty dragon chuckled warmly, her crimson eyes washed over the little wolf with glee. Her tongue continued to work over the little paws of the wolf, lapping and tasting at her little toes with glee. After a few minutes, she gripped the waist of the wolf between her thumb and forefinger, slowly raising her into the air. Feeling herself slowly loosing traction, the hapless wolf yips in fear, trying to scrape with her rear paws to no avail. Her beautifully fluffy tails seem to wiggle and flow in a nervous flutter. Yet, as she is picked up in the air, her tails rise into a fan, shaking from one side to another in a hypnotic pattern. She can’t help it much, as it is merely instinct, but as she feels herself being picked up and carried into the air, she begins to fan more and more, the tension rising as Darala seeks her just desserts.
“Oh, I know what you said,” Darala laughed, her eyes squinting as she focused in on your desperate squirming, “And I knew you’d be good for it. Think if this as payment. Food for food, you see?”
Hearing this, the desperate wolf tries to wiggle to the left and right in a twisting motion, desperate to alieve herself of her hungry captor, “N-no, wait! I swear I can find something else that will be satisfactory!”
“Well, it’s a bit too late for that, my sweet… I’ve already got your sweet little taste on my tongue.” Said the dragon, her snout moving in line with her little morsel of a wolf, “And, might I say, you’re going to make quite the treat.”
Hearing this, the wolf tried to desperately clamber for any sort of hold on the dragon’s soft, warm paws. Yet, as she is lifted up above the mighty beast, she realizes that she is now completely helpless to the great dragon, hanging from her waist as she looks over the snout of the waiting dragon. Her pleading grows higher pitched now, seemingly growing more and more desperate as time went on. She would feel the warm paws gripping her sides, squishing her gently between them. “N-no, please! Put me down! L-let me go! I-I can’t be food!”
“Put you down?” Darala said, her teeth letting her little paws go, “Well… if you say so…”
Darala chuckled a bit, before opening her maw wide, wide enough for the helpless little prey to see all the way down into her throat. Her maw was wide, two times wider than she was, lined with dagger-like teeth and salmon pink gums. Her cheeks were shimmering with red tendrils as she opened her maw wider, the light from the outside flooding in. At the very back of her maw lay her throat, her slimy saliva pooling at the back. She opens her throat a bit, and she sees the spongy pink flesh part to reveal a rippling chasm of soon leading to nothingness.
“N-No, wait!” Serenity said, her paws now coming over her delicate ears and head to protect them should the worst come, “I didn’t mean it like tha-”
But, before she could get the words out, Darala released her grip, and the helpless wolf dropped from her grasp. She yipped in terror, the waiting throat almost lurking beneath her as she covered her eyes with her paws. Yet, before she could drop very far, she was caught by Darala’s moist, plush lips at the waist. She stopped with an “oof,” still looking down at her waiting fate. Her rear legs sat kicking outside of Darala’s strong, powerful jaws, her tails flapping and waving nervously as she played with her treat. Darala’s paws moved to her little wolf, her thumbs playing with the wiggling little tails. He tongue moved to work on the wolf, sliding up and down the precious little meal with finesse. From deep within her, a low, throaty purr rose, vibrations sent throughout the vast expanse of her maw. As she breathed, warm air flowed over her prey, the wolf’s ears flapping in response. Darala closed her lips completely around her, trapping her in the low, red glow coming from her maw. Little stripes of light seemed to dance across her gums and her cheeks, the lights fading and glowing in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Her forked tongue moved up to meet her hapless prey, licking her head, neck and chest eagerly. Serenity covered her ears, making sure to not get them wet, trying to figure a way out of this predicament. She panted, her mind racing as she tried to beg sheepishly to the much larger predator, but to no avail. As she sat within the confines of the dragon’s maw, her tail kept dancing and fluffing, greatly entertaining Darala as she began to walk back to the rear of her cave. She tried to push herself out of the dragon’s maw as well, her rear legs scraping and clawing against the slippery scales of the dragon’s chin. As Darala settled into her bed of pillows, she began to suckle at her helpless prey, drinking in her sweet flavors and pungently delectable aromas. However, as he did so, Serenity was now awash with saliva, her fur wet once again from the constant licking. Yet, as she coughed, she felt the grip of the lips increase a she was suckled on like a little candy canine. Darala continued to suckle at Serenity, picking up a book to read as she enjoyed the sweet little wolf. Serenity, unable to protect her ears any more, tries now to push back against the tongue to avoid any more licking, but find no success. The slimy little organ simply slides through her delicate little claws, still licking her face and ears with fervor. After a few minutes, and a few pages of her novel, Darala throws her head back and sucks Serenity, hips and all, into her waiting maw. She savors watching her little tails dance a bit more, before sucking them in as well, slurping her up like the little candy canine that she is. Her process of suckling and lapping continues, her tongue exploring her rear paws, her delicate legs and her delectable little tails. Each different part of her has a slightly different flavor, and each is a treat in its own little way. She rolls a bit in the pillows, Serenity rolling around her maw, unable to grip onto any surface. Darala rolls her head from side to side, the helpless little wolf rolling and banking from one end to another. She tries to stabilize herself, but can’t seem to get a grip, and is played with once more.
After Darala finishes the chapter, she puts down her book and stops suckling on her precious little prey. She leans her head back a bit, feeling Serenity slowly inch backwards towards her waiting throat.
“Any last words?” Darala muses, her words deep and throaty, as she speaks, Serenity can see down her throat, all the way down to the warm nothingness which awaits her.
“I…I…” Serenity chokes on her words, realizing what is going to happen. She stifles a tear, but manages to speak a few more words, “I’m sorry. I was just… just so hungry…”
Darala listened to these words, hearing the real emotion, the passion in her words. She knew she wasn’t going to hurt her. Not anymore. Not for eating a pie and ruining a few cashews, not at all. But, the growling of her stomach called for the wolf, and she wasn’t going to keep it waiting. She leaned her head back, feeling her prey slowly drift back down into the rear of her throat. Serenity, squirming a but almost completely exhausted now, pushes weakly against the rear flesh of her throat, her paws making small indents of the throat. Darala then threw her head back, gulping down almost half of the little wolf in one big gulp. Serenity feels herself thrown into the back of her throat, where her paws originally sat is now an open chasm. She falls, paws first, into the throat, before the warm, slimy, muscular tissue folds around her once more. She yips apologies to the dragon, begging to be let out, but her voice is barely audible. Darala gulps down once more, swallowing her down to her waist, her rear legs scamper and push against the back of her throat, desperate to gain some grip for their owner. However, feeling this, Darala swallows once more, and all of Serenity is taken up into the warm, moist throat. With another gulp, she travels down the throat of the beast, her body held tightly in the fleshy confines of her throat. She is pushed along by massive muscular contractions, the slimy throat making way as she is pressed from behind. Darala feels with her paw as she flows through her beck, making a bulge within the powerful draconic neck. As she flows down, she eventually enters into her chest, the lump disappearing as she travels to the entrance to her stomach. As if a door opened, her entire body is shoved through a minute opening into a warm, fleshy cavern, seeming to dance with lights as her paws first graced the interior. As she entered fully, the walls began to close around her, ebbing and flowing with pulsing red flames of light. Once she was in the stomach, she simply laid down, expecting to be suffocated, or drowned in the acids of the dragon’s powerful stomach. Yet, as the walls flowed and massaged her, slowly enclosing her completely and forming to her body, she felt nothing of the sort. She could feel a slight breeze flowing over her, wafting her ears like her breath did. No acid touched her skin, the warm, fleshy enclosure echoed with the deep breaths and soothing heartbeat of the dragon. As she laid there, she felt Darala moving a bit around her. She pawed softly at the walls of her enclosure, watching as they danced with red lights wherever she touched them. As she moved, shuffling herself around, she yawned a bit, the stress, the meal and the sugar crash was all coming down on her at once. She rested her head on the warm, fleshy walls of the stomach, but before she could, she heard a voice coming from outside.
“H-hey, little one? Are you alright in there?” Darala said, her head sitting outside of her belly.
Serenity looked up, shaking her head tiredly, “Um.. y-yea I’m alright. I- I’m still…”
Darala spoke u before she could finish, “It’s ok, little one. I forgive you. You fought quite hard and you had a big meal. Now rest.”
Given her previous state, Serenity had no problem with that request. She sat her head down on the warm, moist flesh, listening to the slow, rhythmic pulse of the heartbeat, the drawing in and out of the breath, and the soft gurgling of the stomach walls around her. The soft, red ambient lights danced before her, trailing up and down the walls in dim little patterns. The cacophony of bodily melodies was enough to slowly lull her from her stressed, from her worries, and from her sorrows, into a deep night’s sleep.
Category Story / Vore
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Female
Size 50 x 50px
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