An Oral Presentation

Sigh. Everything was behind schedule. Just a little, really. But when an online commerce giant pushes for a demonstration to see, up close and personal, what they’re going to be selling for you, every delay feels major. Especially to the company’s owner.

“Looks like I’m going to have to skip lunch today.” This is the dragon.

A tall dragon, specifically, covered in red scales and standing on two feet. Atop his head, between those two ivory horns, and along the back of his neck ran a long, black mane, pulled back to look neat and tidy. To match that tidy look, the dragon wore a full suit and tie, all made out of a special material.

Don't worry, we’ll get to that in a moment, for it was this special material that the e-commerce firm was eager to see. They’d be at the office at 16:00 sharp. It had been this dragon’s plan to show something more in depth, but those plans never materialized in detail. So his hope now was to show some demo garments instead and hope that getting a feel for the fabric would be sufficient. At 12:30, this dragon was worried. And the oddly tight feeling around his shirt’s shoulders wasn’t helping his irritation level. "Nothing's turning out the way I planned."

He looked over to confirm the video camera’s red light was still flashing, recording himself to review the performance later, then cleared his throat and continued the practice pitch into a mirror. “We’ve solved both problems at once! With our revolutionary process that constructs special fibers, our clothing can expand up to three times its normal shape. Your customers can worry no longer about ripping your shirt and pants due to an unexpectedly large belly!” His hands grabbed his suit jacket and tugged forward, showing off the unusual elasticity of the fabric. “And if any of your customers find themselves taking the ultimate dive, the fibers are made from natural materials and are easily digestible. It’s better vore through chemistry!” He mumbled to himself, “Bah, ‘ultimate dive?’ Not sure I like that...” Even the right wording wasn't coming to him today. He rubbed at his chin.

“I think it sounds fine, sir.” This is the hyena.

The dragon blinked into the mirror, spotting the anthro hyena standing behind him in his office. He turned around. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come … in,” his voice trailing off as he blinked again at this gray and spotted black creature on the other side of his desk. At least that’s what he could see, as the hyena’s attire covered more fur than not. A somewhat fluffy white business top, a blue, gray, and black plaid skirt, and black tights running all the way down to unshod feet. He then looked up at the hyena’s face, noticing the long hair and staring at his muzzle, pausing in a moment of recognition. Yes, you read that right. His. He tilted his head, asking the hyena, “Aren’t you our lead chemist?”

The hyena smiled and responded, “Sir, the chemists wear lab coats. I’m here as your personal assistant.”

He couldn’t argue too much with that, and nodded while making a beckoning motion with his finger. “Actually, let me take a look at that. It looks like you’re wearing our experimental stuff, … uhh...” He glanced down to check the name on the security badge, only to find it flipped over only showing a blank back.

“Beth, sir,” the hyena volunteered in as he stepped closer, walking around the desk to stand beside the dragon. His skirt shifted as he stood, moved both by the wagging tail and the dragon’s tugging on the fabric.

“Yes, yes, these are our experimental garments... It looks good on you, Beth. Hmm, though this top...” Scaly fingers tugged on the hyena’s shirt, finding it not having that tell-tale stretchy property. “This isn’t one of our shirts, is it?”

Shaking his head, the hyena frowned as he confirmed that. “No, sir. They said they had to take them all back.”

“What?! Argh, we need some for the demo.” The red creature let out a heavy sigh, then looked over at the locked wardrobe cabinet against the wall. “Take that one off, I’m sure I have one here.”

After unlocking the wardrobe the dragon flung the doors open, then flipped through garment after garment on hangers. His frustration grew with each ‘sheenk’ of the hanger sliding across the metal bar. “Not a single one! Oh, this demo is going to suck. ... I guess we have plenty more things to show. But that doesn’t help this scaly ball of stress.”

“Sir, at least that problem is one I can help.”

“Huh? What do you...” The dragon started to turn, but stopped short after nearly tripping over the now kneeling, and now shirtless hyena.

Without wasting a moment the hyena’s hands slid up the legs in front of him, rubbing on the dragon’s thighs and feeling the oddly smooth fabric against his fingers, while his muzzle leaned in to nose at the covered crotch. Two furry fingers grabbed the zipper, slowly tugging down as the hyena’s smiling eyes looked up at the dragon, and soon there was nothing between that muzzle and those sensitive scales.

The dragon, after recovering from the surprise, started to open his mouth and ask the hyena to get up off his knees. A figure walked past his frosted office window, causing him to hold his tongue a second and not draw attention to his situation with an outburst. And by then, a tender wash of the hyena’s tongue over his sheath slit had sealed the deal. “Rrf... Okay. But move over there, in case someone shows up.” He motioned to the spot between his chair and his desk.

Scooting back, the gray hyena smiled as the red dragon took a seat in his chair. He nuzzled one of his hands, then wiggled his nose back into the open fly. A smile spread across his muzzle as he found the dragon already getting excited, and a tip already poking forth. “Just relax, sir. You seem like you need this..." Then mumbled to himself, "when I suck you off, not a drop will go to waste.” He kissed it, caressing it with his tongue and encouraging it to grow further. And the dragon quickly did, especially as the hyena’s lips slid down over that stiffening shaft.

Letting out a huff as he looked down, the red dragon stroked a hand over the hyena’s head, petting through his hair and encouraging him on. His shaft grew with his excitement, pulsing as more of it slipped free from his sheath and slid right between the hyena’s squeezing lips. He let out a quiet groan and leaned back in his chair, the dragon giving in and enjoying the hyena’s attentions.

Without losing his smile for a moment the hyena slowly lifted his head, letting that stiff member slip from his muzzle. The dragon’s scent was strong against his nose. He lifted his muzzle as scaly fingers stroked under his chin, tail wagging against that skirt, then leaned back down to place a kiss on the dragon’s pointed tip. He let out a sigh, then slid his lips back over that fleshy pink dragonhood, starting to bob his head and suck gently.

Cool air, followed by the wash of warm breath, then the warm, squeezing lips. The quick succession of these feelings around his erect member drew out a moan from the dragon. And that tongue, that hyena’s skillful tongue, caressing him. He gripped on the arm’s of his chair, squeezing his eyes shut as the muzzle in his lap bobbed over him, drawing him closer to that edge with each passing moment.

Slow and steady, the hyena’s lips squeezed and slid over the dragon’s thick cock, his broad tongue pressing, rasping against with each bob of the head. He glanced up at the dragon without missing a beat, smiling at the creature biting his own lip in bliss. His own paws stroked on the dragon’s legs, squeezing gently as they rubbed, feeling him starting to become more tense by the minute.

He heard the breathing above him start to become more erratic, then let out an almost whimpering moan, then gasp. And two large scaled hands gripped the back of the hyena’s head, pulling his muzzle down fully over the dragon’s cock as that cock pulsed heavily against his tongue. Hot, thick cum flooded his muzzle, the hyena swallowing quickly as he tasted that strong and salty flavor.

After a few moments of bliss the dragon started to relax, coming down from his climax. He panted, finally looking down at the hyena again as those hands gripping his head moved to just pet through his hair. “Whew... Oh my.” He felt the hyena swallow the last of his seed down, then shivered as his tongue slid over his hypersensitive dragonhood a few more times, making sure he’s nice and clean. He emitted a rumble deep from his chest, a smile on those scaly lips as he slumped back in his chair. “Maybe I did need that. Thank you... I could get used to having an occasional personal assistant.” His belly quietly gurgled. Dragons often have one hunger crop up after the other is sated. Or at least this one does, and of course that it was lunch time didn't help.

The hyena gave that softening shaft one last nuzzle before tucking it back through the dragon’s fly, and zipped him back up. He smiled up at the dragon, looking into his eyes. “Actually, sir, I … I had hoped to move into a more permanent position.” He reached forward, and rubbed gently on that belly through the shirt, as it made another muffled gurgle sound. “If … you want that position filled, sir.”

The dragon raised an eyeridge as he looked down at the spotted creature on the ground before him. Before saying anything more he offered his hands to the hyena, and guided him up off the ground to sit in his lap. “Are you sure? This would be quite the career change.”

The hyena nodded confidently as he straddled the lap, reaching a hand up to stroke the scaly muzzle and again wagging against the skirt. He smiled at the dragon, still having to look up a bit at the larger creature even while sitting in his lap.

An odd request, but who was this dragon to not take his hyena where he wanted to go, even if it was to gulp him down and digest him up? “Then, after such a good performance, how can I say no?” The dragon leaned in, and pressed his lips to the hyena’s, kissing him tenderly for a moment before pulling back. He tasted just a hint of himself on those lips. His hands slid down the hyena’s sides, petting him, until they landed on his hips, holding them through that skirt. That belly made another impatient noise. He smiled and leaned in again, this time parting his lips, and slipping his jaws around the hyena’s muzzle.

The hyena felt the dragon’s hot breath against his face, and licked back as that tongue slide over his muzzle, tasting him, followed by an approving rumble. He nuzzled his way forward slowly, watching those large jaws slip around over his head, becoming all he can see. As he nosed the dragon’s gullet another hot rush of air flowed over him through his fur. He felt teeth pressing between his shoulder blades, not enough to break the skin but leaving marks nobody will ever see as those jaws closed momentarily and the throat before him opened up to swallow around his muzzle.

Releasing those jaws the dragon pushed his head forward again, feeling the tasty hyena starting to slip into his gullet and slide down his throat. He let out a contented sigh as his lunch fed itself to him, swallowing hard around the hyena’s head, then neck, working those shoulders through his jaws then throat, pinning his arms to his sides. His tongue worked to coat the spotted fur with slick saliva as it slid past his lips, taking in his taste all the while.

The hyena squirmed a little as he felt the tongue against his chest, inching its way downward as more of his body slid into that tight throat. Swallow after swallow, each pulling him deeper toward that gurgling belly, knowing it's impatiently waiting to digest its next meal. To digest him. Suddenly those hands on his hips gripped him much more firmly, lifting his lower half off the dragon's lap and straight up into the air, his legs left to dangle. The next gulp pulled him much further toward that stomach than the last, gravity now working to assist the dragon in consuming this hyena.

The slender tongue slid along the exposed belly fur, as inch by inch, gulp by gulp the hyena dropped between the dragon's jaws stretched wide. The dragon's lips hit fabric. He opened his eyes, looking up at the skirt held back by his gripping hands, pausing for a moment before simply continuing on without removing them. A smile appeared at the corner of his muzzle, the skirt fabric starting to slip between his lips.

Another deep swallow, and the hyena's hips dropped into the dragon's jaws, lifting those tights-covered legs up into the air. Below, the dragon's belly started pushing outward, his suit stretching around him and the hyena now starting to curl up in that tight stomach. Above, his tongue caressed the fabric, no longer needing to coat the tights with slick saliva, but still liking the feel as they slipped past and started sliding into his throat. He gulped hard, helped by gravity as he consumed his hyena assistant but still having to actively swallow him down.

The last of the hyena's tail disappeared into the dragon's squeezing throat, his legs the only remaining part of him exposed to the outside world. And after just a few more gulps, not even those. The dragon's tongue wrapped around those stocking covered feet, pulling them down until his jaws could finally close again, snapping shut just as those feet passed his lips. He savored the last moment, then swallowed hard, sending those feet and legs down through his squeezing throat to join the rest of the hyena in his now rather distended belly.

The dragon leaned back in his chair, letting out a groan and stroking a hand over his engorged belly. A wide smile on his muzzle and a deep rumble from his chest as he licked his lips, the dragon relaxing back in sated bliss. He felt the hyena moving a little inside him, but knew the digestion of his lunch was already under way. Then a flashing red light caught his eye. He stared at it for a long moment, formulating an idea. He turned back to the computer terminal and started a new message:

To: <Marketing Group Members>
Subject: Quick video edit ... please, please, please?

If I upload a video file, can someone do a quick edit on it before the
demo?  Shouldn't need much.  Just add our logo, a couple titles, maybe
a sound track.  It'll do most of the talking for me, you'll see why
when you see the video.

Thanks!
-- Drykath

Sent. Leaning back again with a scaly hand caressing that distended belly he glanced over his email to see if anything needed his immediate attention, mumbling as he read the new subject lines, “Flaw in shirt pattern, samples recalled. Grr at that... A couple spam messages, delete, delete... From Edward, QA volunteer... From the e-commerce dudes, Excited about the demo today...” And one that just arrived labeled ‘RE: Quick video edit’. He clicked on that one, and smiled at the response.

Rolling back in his chair to grab the camera, he removed it from the tripod, hit stop, and then plugged it into the computer. A quick edit to extract only the last few minutes, as well as avoid any less-appropriate material in the recording, and off it goes up to the server. The dragon smiled to himself and let out a deep rumble. Today, after all, maybe everything will be all right.