Sigh. He reached behind and rubbed his neck, then turned his head left to right with a sharp pop. His shoulders fell back into a broad backrest twice their width as he stretched his tired muscles. Sitting behind a spacious mahogany desk -- his back to an oversized wall clock that seemed to mock him nightly -- he gulped his coffee. That executive leather chair creaked as he placed the empty mug on the desk with a clink, pushed it aside, and reached for another of his lawyer’s contracts to review and sign. One of many that day.
A pair of horns jutted behind his head, long, and ivory in color. He was a tall anthro dragon with bright red scales that covered his entire body, and a long black mane that flowed down his neck, brushed back and kept neat. Dressed in formal business attire, a bulging midsection betrayed his otherwise fit and strapping form.
Though the evening grew late, the drake was still stuck in his office. At least it was calm and peaceful, and the day’s stressful events were over. He was the owner and chief executive of Gulp Fashions, a small but increasingly successful business he’d transformed after its acquisition. Taking someone else’s life’s work and reworking it, making it his own fit right in with his predatory nature. It was a habit that certainly kept him occupied.
He lowered his snout and rubbed his eyes.
Today was the day of an important meeting. You might have heard about it. If you had been wondering, the meeting went exceptionally well. In spite of a confused start the e-commerce firm understood what the products were about. All it took was a video of the big, red anthro dragon swallowing a willing creature whole, clothing and all.
Okay, admittedly even after that they were still a little challenged by the concept -- business speak for uncertain if they wanted to invest dollars and effort in a market they weren’t convinced had appeal -- but at least it showed the existence of a market on both sides of the coin.
His target market was based on eat and be eaten, and he was a leader in it. Predators ate to survive at the expense of others; and as Dry knew recently, occasionally other predators were eaten, too. And the market was not only ripe, but based on population metrics, was growing. The society was going through a push for a more civilized appearance. But he knew there’s no fighting base instincts, and he wanted to position his company right in the middle of it.
What was ThreadBear had been turned into a new product, a clothing line that would expand to three times its normal size. Predators no longer had to worry about ripping a shirt or forgetting to unbutton at the last minute, due to those special fibers. The fibers are also digestible; great for prey, as the clothing readily breaks down in stomach acid.
He wanted to position into both markets simultaneously. “No Compromises,” as his tagline said. It was smart. But expensive to develop, and risky if failed.
Now Drykath had a stack of paperwork to go through. Papers scattered his desk, lit by an expensive bronze desk lamp, tinged dull red from the light reflecting off his scales. His outbox thankfully stacked considerably higher than his inbox. But getting to that point pushed his day much later than the rest of his employees. He was very likely alone in the building, more or less.
His office was silent, apart from the wall clock rhythmically marking off the seconds and the occasional bubbly gurgle from his engorged midsection. The tick-tock behind him kept his mind on business. He pulled a paperclipped contract from the short pile, carefully read each page, signed it, and tossed it in the outbox. He nodded to himself as he reached for the last of his paperwork, but sucked in a deep breath when he saw an employee photo stapled to the coversheet. He was glad it was last, but it had to be done. He exhaled as he turned the page.
His cell phone buzzed, breaking the quiet. The dragon retrieved it from his pants pocket and glanced at the screen to see the image of a big grizzly bear’s face staring back at him under the letters “P.I.” This wasn’t a business call, but rather, the dragon expected, because of the Friday night poker game he was missing. He hit the speaker button and set the phone down on the desk in front of him. “What, Sam?”
“Where the hell are you?” boomed a gruff voice from the phone’s speaker. “You’re late! Get your lizard ass over here!”
Drykath clenched his fist before calmly responding “I have to finish this termination paperwork tonight. I’ll be there soon.”
“Oh, Jesus, did you eat a fuckin’ ‘nother one?” He didn’t wait for a response before he burst out, “well hurry up, I’ve just about bled these other two dry and I can’t wait to get my claws on some dragon coin.”
The screen flashed with an indication that the call had been terminated, then went dark. “Gonna kill him,” the dragon grumbled, shaking his head then pulling the dyed black hair of his mane back to tidy it up. He turned back to the paperwork and began to write.
Name: Edward Former Position: Chemist
Thump, thump, thump. The big grizzly bear drummed his fingers impatiently, glaring at the dragon across the table through smoky haze. The two sat alone in the small room, a double wide trailer. The other guests had long since left.
Drykath let out a sigh and stared at the cards a moment longer before tossing them face down onto the table.
"Hah! Two for fuckin’ two!" Sam exclaimed suddenly. The bear brought his cigar up to his mouth, eagerly freeing up his hands to pull a small pile of cash toward him. "Shit, dragon, it’d be faster if you just sign your hoard over to me now,” he said puffing as a cloud of smoke rose past his enormous dish-shaped face, “and that flop of a company while you're at it. Be nice to have it back in the family.”
The dragon shot him a hard look across the table, and his diminishing pile of cash. "What are you talking about? That company’s going to do fine. You know what I just signed..."
"Yeah, yeah," mumbled Sam as he eyed his large stack of winnings, placing the latest takings onto it. "You think I stopped watchin' you after you bought out my brother? You looked hard to find your people, I know. Then you go and do…” He motioned a hand at the dragon’s bulging shirt. “… well, do that to your R&D department. Wait ‘till they find out what this predatory proclivity of yours has cost. You tryin' to fuck yourself?"
“It was a surprise.”
“Oh, you're not bullshittin'. I know you better than that, Dry. When you get something or someone catches your eye..." The bear trailed off, wagged his cigar at the dragon. "You probably orchestrated the whole fuckin’ thing, I’d bet.”
Dry looked off to the side, with a “we’re not having this conversation” expression on his snout.
"What are you gonna do now? Can't poach from a competitor, no? Nobody else is doin’ what you're doin’."
“There’s talent out there. I’ll find it.” The dragon nodded at the stack cards, picking up a green bill marked 100 and tossing it toward the middle of the table. “One more before calling it a night? Your deal.”
Sam placed his bet, then picked up the deck and gave it a shuffle. “May not have to be from a competitor...” he continued, tossing a count of five cards to both the dragon and himself.
Dry picked up his cards and gave them a glance. Without a word he shook his head and then flicked his fingers dismissively.
After watching the motion Sam examined his hand, eyes narrowed. He puffed on his cigar for a long moment. “Raise you,” he said finally as he tossed another hundred on the table. He watched the dragon match his bet, then glared at his cards as if making in important decision. “… I dunno,” said Sam, chewing his cigar. “What I’m sayin’ is, find a fur care company, or somethin’. Maybe one of those scale polish producers you vain bastards use. Steal their engineering talent.”
Drykath shook his snout. “Maybe, Sam.”
“Hell, I think Squeak is local. It’s all chemistry, eh?” Sam looked at his cards again and puffed from the cigar before continuing, “Well, whatever, it’s your trainwreck now.”
“Squeak? Not sure I’ve heard of them.”
“Yeah, you know, Squeak Lube? A little pricey from what I hear, but they’ve formulated it so that it’s basically tasteless, for people into that kind of deviant shit,” he chortled, then coughed.
Drykath gave an approving nod, “I can think of something that’d be good for.”
Sam looked at Dry askew, as if the dragon had just asked a trick question. “It’s for oral sex, Captain Obvious.” he said, eyes squinted. He shrugged it off. “Anyway, the ol’ ball and chain and I talked about givin’ it a try.” He pointed at the dragon’s cards as a reminder, then knocked ash from his cigar into a tray.
Drykath narrowed his eyes at his hand, and quietly groaned. “Three.” He tossed as many on the table. “Really, now? That’s interesting. Last you’d said, Sarah moved out … again.”
The bear grumbled, reaching up to rub head, his long claws scratching between a thick coat of fur. “She’ll be back, yeah?” Sam said ruefully as he tossed the red dragon his set of new cards. He replaced only a single card from his own hand. “She always…” He trailed off as he looked up only to catch the edge of Drykath’s very brief wide-eyed expression.
Drykath calmly set his cards down. Reaching into a pocket on the jacket hanging off the back of his chair, he pulled out another bundle of bills. He licked his fingers and counted off a few to add to his existing stack. In a deliberate motion he pushed it to the center of the table. “Raise you two grand.”
Sam frowned around his cigar. “What do you…” He looked once more at his hand before slapping them onto the table. “Fuck.”
The dragon’s lips curled upward into a smile. He reached over and pulled the winnings toward him as he leaned back in his chair. “Now, Squeak Lube you say?”
Sam’s cigar hung from his mouth.
“Think one of your P.I. guys could dig up some intel about them for me?”
“It wouldn’t be free,” said Sam as he watched the obscene amount of money vanish into Dry’s coat pocket.
“Wouldn’t expect it to be, Sam,” he said. “Proper business.” Drykath stood and donned his jacket. “Same time next week? There’s a C-level mixer I’m trying to avoid.”
“Yeah, yeah. And try to be on time next time.” He remained in his seat as his lips curled into a frown, pulling the cigar from his mouth to point it at the belly under Dry’s stretched shirt. “And if you show up like that again I’m throwin’ you a goddamned baby shower.”
Drykath patted his belly. Sam couldn’t tell if it was for effect, or gloating on his winning hand. The opened the door leading out, letting it slam behind him as he left the smoky room. He took a deep breath of the cool night air, then with a grin turned back toward the door and propped an arm up against the frame in anticipation.
The door swung open wide, the bear’s huge face suddenly up against the dragon’s snout. “You fuckin’ bluffed me? With a fuckin’ pair of dimes?!” He shook his head with a defeated chuckle, a pair of tens hanging in his hand. “Goddamned scalies, just when I thought I could read your faces. For a species that doesn’t have any, you sure have a pair of balls on you.” The door slammed back shut.
Dry smiled, turned and walked down the steps. “Goodnight, Sam.”
“Do I look like an angel dragon to you? Beat it,” snapped Drykath, waving a dismissive hand at an overdressed tomcat. “Damn start-ups. I hate these events,” he said, curling his lip. It was the C-level mixer he was hoping to avoid.
It wasn’t the first time Drykath was approached with investment opportunities unsolicited, being that the red drake had been featured in a business magazine here or there. But he figured most were just eager for a piece of dragon hoard.
He sucked on his beer then looked around the room once more from his seat at the bar, scanning each of the mingling critters. A brown rabbit chatted with a badger, commiserating on the availability of good workers. A while rabbit in a revealing black dress ushered a skunk into a bathroom, glancing back at the other oblivious rabbit before she herself disappeared. The tomcat was running through a familiar set of enthusiastic motions to perform his rehearsed pitch for a pair of sharply dressed dogs.
But no mouse.
He lifted his glass to finish off his Guinness. The dragon would rather have spent a quiet Friday playing cards with Sam and the guys, especially after the stress-filled week. Production issues had popped up and needed solved, nervous distributors needed assured once they caught wind of the sudden staffing shortage, and so on. He felt due for some good news, but was starting to worry that this plan had gone awry, too.
Dry sported only a button down dress shirt and slacks, an outfit his company made, fashionable as they were stretchy. He reached into a pocket and pulled out his phone, making a show of it to add to the appearance of looking busy. He skimmed through the contact list then placed the call.
“I’m here. Tell me again who I’m looking for, bear.”
“A rodent named Levie,” the gruff voice responded in an impatient tone. “We’ve been over this.”
“Yeah, Levie, the Lube Mouse. I know that much. Did you find out any more about what he actually looks like?” Blue dragon eyes scanned the room once more. “Are you even sure he’s going to be here?”
“Look, Dry, I told you there weren’t any guarantees. From what my guy said he’s pretty reclusive. Saw him from a distance, never managed to talk with him directly.”
Drykath nodded in acknowledgement to nobody in particular. “You at least got the message delivered?”
“Hoping so, we at least to someone in Squeak. But they’re pretty secretive, too” the grizzly voice said. “He’s got one or two science-type people working for him, doing this or that, so hopefully it was relayed, got into the right hands.
“Like I told you, it’s just a little company built up by this mouse guy. He’s got his passion, makes his stuff, and that’s all he wants to do. I’m not sure how you think he’s going to help you...”
The dragon caught a delicate voice from the other end of the counter. He tilted the phone away to shift his attention and listen.
“S’cuse me. Uh, do you know who’s in charge of this thing?”
A grin spread across his muzzle at the sight of a short brown mouse, maybe half as tall as himself, dressed in a full suit and bowtie. The figure was leaned over, trying to talk to the bartender who seemed to be straining to understand his soft voice.
“Gotta go, Sam.”The dragon promptly ended the call and tucked the phone away as he stood up, practiced a smile, then moved down along the bar.
“… I’m just a little confused, like, am I supposed to make a speech, or… Oh!” The mouse jumped at the sudden looming presence of the large red drake at his side. He took a half step back. “I … I ... Is this your event? I don’t know what I’m…”
Drykath put on a smile and held up a hand, stopping the nervous mouse mid-sentence. “Hang on. It’s not quite that formal. Just a casual mixer. You know, a meet-and-greet, networking kind of thing.”
The brown mouse blinked, “Oh.” He adjusted a pair of black framed eyeglasses that looked ten sizes too big as his muzzle formed into a frown of disappointment for a moment. “S-see, I got a letter saying I was ‘Guest of Honor.’ And I thought that might have meant…”
“Well, hey,” the dragon interrupted, making a show of leaning in to read the name badge. “... Levie, that just means you get in for free. So enjoy it, mingle, have a drink.” He turned to the bartender as he moved to sit down next to the mouse and held up one finger, nonverbally ordering another beer before leaning in toward the mouse. “What’ll you have?”
Levie followed his lead and took the next seat over. “Water, please,” he said in a tiny voice.
Dry gave the bartender an apologetic shrug. He turned to the rodent. “They have a few things to eat, but it’s just a bunch of hors d’oeuvres. Myself, I think I’m going to wait and find a more filling meal later.”
“Actually, I … think I may just go. This is not quite my ... my thing. But it was nice to meet you, uh…” He moved to slide off his seat and offered his hand.
The dragon quickly swiveled his seat as he felt his opportunity slipping away, taking Levie’s small fuzzy hand in his claw and giving it a firm shake. “Call me Dry.” He didn’t let go. “Before you leave at least tell me what you do, professionally.”
“I, um, make personal lubricant.” A blush showed through the brown fur of the mouse’s muzzle as he hesitated and waited for any negative reaction. Finding none, he continued, “Have you heard of the Squeak brand?”
The dragon released Levie’s hand and feigned a gasp, dropping his jaw. “That’s you?! I’m honored to meet you! I’ve heard all kinds of great things about your product.”
Levie beamed proudly as he eased back onto the stool, “Yeah. Thank you!”
“Is it true, you’ve made it completely tasteless? Like, what, water? How’d you manage that? Gotta have some strange chemicals in it, yes?”
Levie let out a laugh as he nodded, looking down bashfully a moment, seeming to blush under his glasses as he adjusted them once more. He smiled, “I stumbled onto it by accident, more or less, a while ago. I put a lot of work into perfecting the formula for general use. So, uh, trade secret, I guess. But no, chemically, it’s quite safe.”
The dragon chuckled affably. “Sounds like you have a lot of pride in your product.”
“It was an unexpected start. But now my company is my life. Without it, well … I don’t know what I’d be.”
“Safe to ingest?”
“Completely!” he squeaked.
“Very nice. Well, a business like that you could probably sell, go off and retire early. Your formula is perfected. Go off and enjoy life while the royalties roll in!” Dry said encouragingly.
“Well, I'm not sure about that.”
Drykath tilted his head, eyes fixed on Levie. “It'd be a nice financial situation for you, I'm sure. Someone could bring in some fresh ideas for it, too.”
The rodent flashed a smile at the bartender as the glass was placed in front of him, then finally shook his head at that statement. “I don’t think I’d trust anyone else with it, to not try to cheapen the formula or anything. I think I’m happier being at the helm.”
This wasn’t card night, but that practiced poker face came in handy. “Sounds like you’re doing just what you want to do.” The large red dragon kept that smile fixed to his muzzle, hiding his agitation as he switched to plan B.
Levie nodded then looked back at Drykath. “Thank you. You’re very kind.”
“I must admit, I’m not too familiar with your product. I mean, I’ve heard so much about it. Just never used it.” One of Drykath’s hands slipped under the bar, casually landing on the mouse’s leg. “But I’d very much like to give it a test run.”
Levie reached into his jacket side pocket and pulled out a small wad of business cards, holding one up to Drykath. “Of course, I’d be glad to hook you up with some free samples. Just call the office here, and ask for…” He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly noticing the hand rubbing its way along his thigh, looking at it, then back at the dragon, catching a hungry look in his eyes.
Dry flashed a toothy smile, giving a light squeeze. “Not exactly what I was thinking.”
The mouse radiated red through his muzzle fur and stammered, “Oh, umm. Or, you uh…” He quickly grabbed a pen from his dress shirt and scribbled on the back of the business card. He set it on the counter and quickly slipped off the bar stool, taking a few steps away before turning back toward the mass of red scales. “Sorry, sir, I have to, uh… I have a… Nice meeting you, gotta go.”
After watching the rodent scurry out of the room, Drykath glanced at the card. He picked it up, flipped it over, and grinned at the hand-written address.
Dry made his way down the dimly lit hallway, glancing at each door as he walked passed. “This place looks familiar,” he mumbled, before turning to stop in front of one. “There it is. Apartment 3B.” He straightened his jacket, then raised a claw and rapped on the door.
A long moment of quiet was broken by metallic clicks of door locks unlatching. The door eased partly open, still connected by a chain guard, and a familiar muzzle poked through.
“Oh, hi! … I, uh, wasn’t sure if you would really come.” He stepped back, undid the chain, and swung the door open.
“I figured that’s what you’re interested in.” The dragon flashed a toothy smile as he took the unspoken invitation and stepped through the door, past Levie. He looked around the room until the sound of locks snapping back closed drew his attention back to the mouse.
No jacket, no bowtie, just a white button down dress shirt and pants. Levie turned to the dragon, forcing a nervous smile in kind before motioning around with his paw. “Um -- so, this is my place. Should I show you around? Or…”
The dragon approached Levie with a confident grin, his claws landing at the rodent’s sides. “Or…” He leaned down, snout close to muzzle, and murmured softly, “Or, we could go right to your product demonstration.” He punctuated the statement by sliding his claws around the mammal, then slowly down to his rump.
Levie gulped. The end of his spindly tail twitched back and forth across the carpet, and his small paws found themselves gripped to the dragon’s scaly arms before he’d even realized he’d done so.
“Well, um…” He forced a smile and looked up at the dragon through the large pair of glasses. He sucked in a breath of air as he regained his composure, then nodded, maintaining some of the pretense. “...I guess I could show you the bedroom first. Follow me.” He slipped out of the dragon’s grasp, heart pounding against his ribs. He took another deep breath, turned to make his way toward the bedroom, and with a glance back over his shoulder, disappeared through the doorway.
Drykath wasted no time following, stripping off his jacket along the way, followed by his shirt, and lastly his pair of pants at the doorway.
As he stepped into the bedroom unclothed he spotted Levie, standing next to an oversized bed, dimly lit only by a lamp sitting on a bedstand. The mouse faced away from him, fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. The big red beast grinned as he stepped closer, his deep reverberating voice pitched into a silky tone, “Let me help you with that.”
The rodent, who only came up to his chest if you counted the pair of saucer shaped ears that stuck on ends at the top of his beady-eyed head, began to turn, only to audibly gasp as an expanse of red scales suddenly pressed against his back. Tiny fingers trembled against a button on his half-undone shirt, frozen as large scaly hands snaked over his hips and around his front. A sharp talon traced over a stiffness within his trousers.
“Oh my, what’s this?” said Dry as he moved his claws to unfasten Levie’s belt, then his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. He ducked a claw in, sliding over an erection he didn’t expect on a mouse his size, fingers giving a squeeze around its impressive girth. “No wonder you started a lube company.”
With a nervous chuckle he smiled and glanced over his shoulder at Drykath, muzzle flushed red. “Thank you. But, um, to be honest … I far prefer, uh…” He shifted his rump slightly, tail nudged against scaled legs.
Drykath slid down against the mouse, partially kneeling, then indicated his understanding with a press of his hips against the rodent’s exposed rump.
“Oof, uh, yeah. That.” The smaller hands released his shirt to reach and feel behind him, confirming what he thought he felt, a partially stiff arousal.
“All the better,” Dry whispered, feeling tiny hands against his growing erection. He nosed against one of the mouse’s ears while larger scaly hands moved to the front and gripped the shirt. With a sharp tug he tore it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. He smiled toothily at the sudden protest about a favorite shirt. He slipped the cotton and polyester fabric off his shoulders and let it fly to the floor. “Shh, shh. That shirt’s nothing to worry about now,” he said. “About that demonstration, let’s get down to business…”
The mouse let out a martyred sigh as he looked around the floor dotted with small white buttons. Turning to step out of his pants, a grin flashed across his muzzle as he looked up at Drykath, who stood there like a red scaly statue, his fleshy pink member pulsing. Levie stepped away from the mass of scales, climbed onto the bed, and made sure to make a show of swaying his rump in the process, hiking his tail.
He grinned over his shoulder, eyed the large member protruding up from Dry’s sheath, then crawled to the bedstand to remove his eyeglasses and open a drawer. Levie rooted past piles of sex toys of various shapes and sizes, only to withdraw a very large transparent plastic tub. On the label was a cartoon spectacled mouse on a bright green background with with “SQUEAK” written in large yellow letters made to look like blocks of cheese.
Drykath followed onto the bed, kneeling at the edge and watching his host set the container on the table next to the lamp and unscrew the lid. “You sure that’s going to be enough?” the dragon quipped.
“I must admit, I’ve never been with a dragon,” the mouse said as he eased onto his back in the center of the bed. “A real one, I mean.” He widened his legs and watched the dragon’s smile do much the same, then let out a soft groan as a pair of red scaled hands brushed up along their fur, then over the delicate soft skin of his balls.
Dry grinned at Levie’s wide-eyed reaction as his claws moved across the mouse’s arousal. He crawled up further over the rodent, planting claws on the bed near his sides as the dragon positioned himself between Levie’s legs.
Levie glanced up at Drykath then down at his somewhat conical shaped erection, reaching forward and tracing his small hands over it once more, running from the tip downward, finding it impossible to grasp his mousey fingers around the base. “Oof, this is going to be a bigger challenge than I thought, Dry”
“Don’t worry,” replied Dry in a low voice.. He gripped under the rodent’s knees and forced them up, lifting legs and bending the mouse almost in half as a surprised squeak escaped Levie. “...Dragons always make it fit.” He leaned over, a very toothy smile spread across his face as he stared down at the mouse now firmly pinned under the large red drake, his smaller legs pressed to his chest.
Levie gulped as he looked up into the dragon’s steely expression, his body mostly immobilized under the imposing figure. He lowered his head and looked between his upturned legs at the enormous erection impatiently pressed against his ass. Taking a deep breath, Levie turned his eyes toward the table, lowered a hand into the tub, and scooped out a handful of the milky white substance, which he worked generously onto Dry’s member. He smiled up at him as he reached for a second scoop of the cream. “Glad I get as much of this as I want.”
Drykath lidded his eyes and shook the mouse’s little voice out of his mind, trying to instead focus on the cool velvety cream and the tiny hands compensating for their size by eagerly massaging it onto every inch of his cock.
His eyes partially opened as the pair of hands left his shaft, watching a pair of fingers vanish as the mouse lubed himself up. When they returned and grasped his member, Dry let out a sigh. He felt himself being pushed downward, those paws working to aim him, to position his pointed tip.
Levie’s small body trembled as the dragon nudged forward. He took rapid breaths, shut his eyes, and quickly tilted his head back in a sharp gasp as Drykath pushed into him.
The pressure eased up. “No -- it’s alright… Keep going. Please.” He bit his lip as Drykath pushed his pelvis forward, feeling himself stretch around that shaft.
With a tight grip around the mouse’s folded knees, Dry pressed forward and inch by inch slid into Levie’s impossibly stretched hole. He gave a firm grind and grinned as he saw Levie’s toes curl.
The dragon emitted a deep undulating rumble. Sucking in a deep breath, he pulled back, only to sharply push back in, the motion punctuated with a piercing gasp under him.
“Good thing I get -- mmf -- lots of practice. Ooh-”
Under his lids he saw a whiskered muzzle turn to glance toward the drawer of sex toys and curled a lip in annoyance at the voice under him. The time for talk was over. The dragon drew back for another abrupt thrust, the slap of scales against a furred rump a much preferable sound as he established his rhythm.
The mouse lifted his furry arms above his head and clenched the sides of a pillow, his squeaky high-pitched gasps in contrast to the dragon’s moans as that thick shaft pistoned inside him. It slipped out part way only to slam back in, stretching him, filling him again and again.
Drykath gritted his teeth as he tilted his head back. He emitted a deep, guttural groan as he felt a tingling sensation beginning to build at the base of his spine. His hips quickened their pace as his groin jackhammered into the furry ass with loud slaps. Thumps from the bed’s headboard thundered against the back wall and echoed through the room. The sounds mixed with a chorus of grunts, groans, and high-pitched gasps.
As the sensation began to spread up his spine, the dragon slid his arms away from Levie’s knees, feeling a pair of legs push against his shoulders as he leaned forward. He pressed his arms into the mattress as he changed his angle, talons tearing holes as he gripped at the sheets. After a forceful, deep grind, the sounds of repeated groin-on-ass slapping returned as thick dragon cock hammered harder and harder into the mouse.
“Oh, Dry… Nnnh, take me! Oooh, fuck!” Levie squeezed his eyes shut tight, teeth clenched, tiny hands fumbled quickly upward until they grip the headboard as his dragon guest bucked wildly into him.
The bed creaked loudly, the headboard pounded the back wall with a repeated thump! Scales slapped against fur as tiny legs bounced feebly across broad scaled shoulders. Breathing was deep, fierce.
The mouse shivered as the big red beast pistoned that thick shaft into him. His tail brush against the dragon’s own, scaly hips pounded against him over and over, as he suddenly felt a familiar flutter. “Oh ff, I’m cuhh… nnngh!” Levie trembled, body arched, head tilted back and letting out short, whimpering moans as he climaxed hands free.
The big dragon bucked hard into the mouse, edging himself closer. He felt the body under him tense up and looked down to see ropes of cum shooting out across Levie’s belly and chest. Feeling those squeezes around his shaft, Drykath ground his hips into the climaxing mouse every thrust he could muster, groaning, feeling his own orgasm shooting up his spine.
His chest swelled, he squeezed his eyes closed and let out a long guttural growl. His body tensed and shuddered as he bucked forcefully, then held firm with a deafening roar that shook the room.
The mouse’s eyes shot wide, a bright smile on his muzzle as he felt the warmth of Dry’s seed flood inside him. He squeezed around the cock inside him, milking the dragon.
The roar faded to the sound of a purr-like rumble and heavy breathing.
Levie felt the beast’s body relaxing over him. He released the headboard and plopped his arms on the bed, exhausted. After a few moments he gradually slipped his legs off those powerful shoulders and looked up at the dragon, then let out a small squeak of pleasure as Drykath’s eyes finally opened.
The dragon glared down and blinked stars from his vision. His chest huffed.
“Thank you,” said Levie, awash in the dragon’s panting breaths. “Real dragons are sooo much better than those silicone toys. I could really get used to it. Please tell me this isn’t a one-time thing.” He let out a giggle and reached a paw up to rub Dry’s snout before he continued, “Just … uh, have to work on your subtlety! Even with the soundproofing they put into this place, probably woke the neighborhood.”
He tilted his head as the beast over him didn’t reply.
As his panting grew shallower Drykath shook his snout to clear his mind. The rodent was chattering about something or other. A hungry look formed over his face.
“What, you want to go again already?” said Levie, still looking up. His smile faded a little at the dragon’s lack of response. “What?” he repeated.
Dry only narrowed his eyes.
Levie’s smile disappeared completely as he grew concerned he offended the dragon. The thought shot a chill up his back, as did the look. He’d seen the look from him before at the bar, but this time it triggered an instinctual concern in the mouse.
Turning his snout to the bedstand, Drykath reached over and fetched the container of lube, as Levie looked on confused. He poked his fingers inside then rubbed two taloned fingers together to feel the slickness between his scales. He curiously watched the white cream almost immediately turn clear, like a very slippery silicone. He brought it to his nostrils and sniffed. No scent. He touched a coated finger to his tongue and his lips immediately curled into a tight grin. Drykath dipped his claw and scooped out a healthy quantity of the viscous fluid.
The mouse first appeared nonplussed, then giggled at the feeling of lube-covered claws running over his front, finding he enjoyed the rubdown with his own product. It was a smallish amount, but the cream melted on contact with Levie’s fur into an exceptionally slippery liquid. “H-hey, no need to be wasteful,” said Levie playfully. His legs brushed affectionately against Drykath’s scaly hips, whose groin was still nestled to his rump.
Dry obtained another clawful of lube and worked it up
“Alright, big guy,” protested Levie, as he reached up to nudge the dragon’s shoulders, as if moving to get up. But he didn’t budge. He started to gasp and closed his eyes as the large claws reached up and smeared lubricant around his muzzle, then down over his neck. The mouse sputtered and reached up to wipe it from his eyes. “Wha -- what are you… Oh, wait -- shi-!”
The dragon stuffed the mammal’s pointed muzzle between his jaws, cutting him off. Muffled cries emanated from clenched jaws as Levie slapped wildly at Drykath’s snout. Small fingers slippery with lube frantically attempted to pry his jaws open, but was feeble as his own company’s lube made Drykath’s scales glassy smooth and merely slid across. The dragon only worked the rodent further into his greedy gullet, head twisting side to side, the struggling rodent gliding into his throat with surprising ease.
“No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” Levie strained, trying to pull back impossibly against sharp teeth, still pinned under the large red predator. Another gulp, and his head slid effortlessly into his throat, clenching muscles rippled around his head and pulled him deeper. A moment later the hot constricting grip started to wrap around his shoulders.
The big predator grinned at the irony as he found the rodent’s struggles only worked him toward his waiting stomach, helped by his own company’s slick lube. Arms flailed helplessly outside Drykath’s maw, tiny hands desperate to find purchase only slapped against his red scales as the morsel was sucked further into his throat.
With no hurry the dragon casually grasped both arms and pinned them to Levie’s side and swallowed again Drykath’s throat bulged as his prey descended toward his waiting belly.
“What… What the fuck, Dry?” Levie shouted up into the predator’s gullet. His struggles turned even more terrified. He shifted to free himself from under the dragon and kicked his legs, pushing himself off of the spent shaft. He felt Drykath’s grip tighten all the more. The tunnel of flesh descended and squeezed tightly over him.
The lubrication performed exactly as Dry had hoped and expected. His hands pulled and drug Levie along the sheets, his jaws descended over the mouse. He gulped hard, his throat muscles worked around those pinned arms and tugged more of Levie toward his stomach. His tongue slid along the slick chest and caught a hint of the mouse’s salty flavor.
“No, please! Stop!” screeched a muffled voice. The slow and constant drum of a heartbeat filled Levie’s ears, rhythmically marking off the seconds, growing louder and louder. He slowly descended past with each greedy gulp, the pulling motion sent him downward, arms pinned to his sides, surrounded by darkness and the dank smell of hot humid air.
One need sated, the next need was to feed. Drykath used Levie for both. He enjoyed his meal, gulping several more times, sending the rodent further into his body.
“I … I have money! As much as you want!” shouted Levie into the confining flesh, nearly inaudible on the outside. He slowed his squirming when he felt the throat muscles holding still for a moment, and hoped if anything that would appeal to a dragon. He felt a cool sensation being rubbed into his hips, and then let out a squeak and shivered when another strong gulp pulled him closer toward his fate.
Levie was squeezed by a rippling circular grip of muscle that worked over his small frame, from his top down to roll and press around his hips, pushing him further into Drykath’s body.
His muzzle felt the tightness around it ease, and a moment later pressed into what felt like a solid ring of muscle. It quivered and gradually opened, at first squeezing around his pointed muzzle, then spreading wider to envelope his head. Just then, a powerful acrid stench overwhelmed his nose. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the violent smell. But it was futile. He was being squeezed inside it.
“It’s no use. This is it.” he moaned to himself as his body relaxed at the realization of his fate. “My whole life, all I’ve overcome, my successes, only to become food for a dragon.”
Once his muzzle passed through the sphincter his body quickly followed, gliding past the thick ring and into the dragon’s caustic stomach. The stomach’s wrinkled walls stretched around him as he was pushed inside.
Drykath tilted his head, straightening his neck as Levie’s slender legs brushed past his teeth, his tail following.
He rumbled pleasantly, his jaws closing around the rodent’s feet, only his wiggling toes visible between his lips. As his stomach enveloped more of the rodent, his toes sank beneath his teeth, only his tail remaining.
He swallowed one last time, until that too, like a string of spaghetti being sucked inside, vanished between his jaws.
The rodent vanished from the outside world, only visible as a distended belly and the shape of his pelvis and legs as they pushed out Drykath’s bright red neck scales, descending into his gut. A minute later even they too disappeared out of sight.
Drykath licked his lips and tilted his snout toward his stretched belly, filled with his latest “lover-turned-meal”.
Now alone on the bed, more or less, he heard a faint whimper. If anything was being said, he couldn’t understand it. He patted his belly.
He smiled as an urge to sleep hit him, but he ignored it. There was business to attend. He eased off the bed and padded back toward the doorway.
Dry gripped the doorframe to brace himself as he bent down and fetched his pants. He poked around, then slid a claw inside and plucked his phone from one of the pockets. He scrolled through a list of names until he located a contact identified as “Lawyer” and placed the call. He padded heavily across the room, a claw clutching the phone to the side of his head as he listened to the ringtone, waiting for the call to be answered.
“McGill.”
“Hey shark, Dry. You’re not going to like this, but it seems we’re going to have a busy weekend.”
He heard a grumbling over the phone.
Drykath moved to the bedstand and picked up the tub of lube, turning it around in his claw. “Oh, it’ll be worth your while,” he said over the protests. “There’s this value-driven company that we’ll be taking over…” he said, as the contents of his stomach suddenly twitched, “... and the current owner will be away for, hmm -- let’s say an extended period of time while we merge.”
He set the container back and turned to pace the room, all while listening to McGill moan about this weekend’s golf game. He picked up a framed picture off a dresser. “Postpone it,” said Dry as he looked casually at the photo, which seemed to be from a company picnic. “You’ll be well compensated as always.”
“Wait…” He narrowed his eyes. “Actually…” said Dry, thumb talon tapping on the frame’s glass, “...it’s getting late … and I’m feeling tired… Let me call you in the morning. We’ll move forward tomorrow, then. Prioritize… Chart it out… Work out the acquisition … I’ll make coffee.”
He hung up without saying goodbye, his eyes fixed on one figure in the photo. He tried to think back. The last employee termination file he’d filled out included a résumé, but nowhere had it mentioned Squeak. He set the picture down when another wave of exhaustion hit him. That was a mystery to solve later. He slipped back up onto the bed and sprawled out, claws stroking his midsection until he let sleep take him.