Title:           Pizza Dragoness Vore
Author:          dzamie
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First Edit:      Friday 5th of June 2015 03:46:58 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 5th of June 2015 03:46:58 PM CDT

>this was humiliating
>surely, you'd thought, a dragon covered in pizza would've been easy!
>so you went all in
>you (fighter), archer, and mage
>you should've seen this coming, though
>the BARD thought she was "too dangerous to seduce"
>...that's not a sign, that's a billboard
>of course it's a she-dragon
>the bard has a sixth sense about that sort of thing
>fight went terribly
>archer's arrows didn't seem to do anything
>your sword was taken from you
>and then you got stuck when it swiped its tail
>you thought that staring at a dragoness's ass for a while was more the bard's thing
>your mage panicked and ran
>archer quickly followed
>so now, it's just you stuck to the tail of a pizza dragon
>how could this possibly get any worse?
>she swings her tail around, taking you with it
>the sticky, warm cheese under you shifts as you move
>but you remain in its grasp
>because of how you're stuck, you're forced to stare at the beast
>is it... smirking?
>her foreleg moves
>you feel two sharp claws press against your neck
>well, this is it
>she's going to end it
>you'll die on the tail of a tasty-looking abomination
>you feel the claws drag downwards
>shredding through your armor
>you imagine this is what a canned sardine feels like
>although anchovies would be more relevant now
>considering the warm mess you're pressed against
>her claws finish shearing through your armor
>you feel her slip the sword-like points against your sides
>claws shouldn't be that comfortably warm
>immediately, you clutch her tail as tightly as you can
>to no avail, her strength is far superior
>you're effortlessly pulled from your metal "shell"
>the backplate falling to the floor with a clatter
>huh, her claw isn't sticky like her tail is
>it's closer to crust-texture, now that you think about it
>at least you still had basic cloth on under that
>her claws fortunately weren't that thorough
>she brings you in front of her snout
>a long, pink tongue snakes out from between her jaws
>well, at least that's perfectly ordinary
>you know quite well what a dragon's tongue looks like
>from, well, the bard's conquests
>a few of them used the rest of the team if the bard wasn't available when they awoke
>she opens her paw somewhat
>the soft, wet tongue presses against your legs
>yep, definitely a normal dragon tongue
>she drags it upward, coating you in pizza-scented saliva
>you reflexively tilt your head back to avoid getting dragon spit in your mouth
>although you wonder for a second what it tastes like
>best not to find out
>the tongue vanishes behind her teeth, slurped up like a noodle
>she smiles at you
>you think back to the bard again
>wait... was that taste, or lubrication?
>had to be taste, right?
>you might boast as being well-endowed
>but not to quite this extent
>yeah, gotta be taste
>unless...
>oh fuck
>what does her smile mean?
>best not find out, time to run
>you're not stuck anymore, after all
>the fall would hurt, but it wouldn't be lethal
>unlike what she had planned for you
>either one, probably
>you push off from her paw
>she doesn't react fast enough to close around you
>note to self: thank the bard for the new options of terror he opened in your mind
>alright, now to land and make your escape
>you make a solid landing
>on the tip of her tail
>it's even squishier than you thought with your armor
>what right had this food-based creature to be such an amazing predator?
>she lifts the tip of her tail in front of her face
>and grins at you
>definitely predatory
>at least you'll die normally
>and not to... that
>you glare at her
>you're not going down without a fight
>even though you can't escape
>you grab her tail-tip as best as you can
>pull it towards you
>and take a large bite
>...
>it's the best pizza you've ever tasted
>no wonder the dragon's so good at fighting
>it'd be devoured long ago if it wasn't
>you eagerly chew and swallow the bite in your mouth
>then remember to look at what damage you did
>a nice chunk out of her tail
>although... she hasn't reacted
>was it not enough harm?
>her tongue flicks out, slurping across your face
>you glower at the she-beast
>she may take your life, but damned if she'll humiliate while doing so
>you ready yourself to bite her again
>"It grows back, you know."
>she can talk?
>she sounds like pizza
>how is that even possible
>you don't know what pizza sounds like
>BUT SHE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT
>fuck
>forget your dignity, you need to protect your sanity
>you look back at her, in case she's still talking
>she smiles again, then opens her jaws
>wider and wider, clearly not to talk
>along the edges, you can see strands of cheese break as she stretches them
>you find yourself moving closer to her maw
>you pass between her teeth, solid white blades
>just looking at them, you have no doubt they're at least as sharp as her claws
>she rests her tail - and you - on her tongue
>you take another quick bite from the appendage
>after all, she's going to scrape you off of it soon
>and she IS the best-tasting pizza you've ever eaten
>her warm breath washes over you
>no guesses as to what it smells like
>suddenly, the light cuts off
>the tail tip rolls over, with you still attached
>you come to a stop resting on the middle of her tongue
>to your relief, it still doesn't seem to be made of pizza
>you realize that she bit her own tail off
>well, no escape now
>you'd still like to move, so you thrash against her tail
>to no avail; it's as sticky in death as it was in life
>her tongue begins to shift under you
>it slides over you and her tail
>pressing you between the warm, sticky cheese and her smooth, slick tongue
>it feels like ages, the wet muscle sliding against you, drenching your back
>over and over, it swipes at you, tasting every part it can reach
>finally, the pink tongue manages to slip between you and the cheesy tail
>you're entirely coated in warm drool
>but at least you're not stuck to her tail
>you shimmy to the side of her mouth, trying to find something to help you escape
>you settle for carefully holding one of her fangs
>despite the low light, your eyes have somewhat adjusted
>you look back at the tail
>severed cleanly, as though with a blade
>she's licked all the cheese off of it, leaving only what looks like crust
>of course it does
>suddenly, her head shifts around you
>tilting her snout upwards
>you grip hard to the fang you had found, hoping not to slip
>against your better judgement, you look "down"
>her tail tip slides down the forked tongue
>towards a dark, fleshy hole at the back of the pizza dragoness's mouth
>her tongue and throat-entrance twitch, and more than half of the tail vanishes
>another gulp, and the seemingly-indomitable cheesy prison is gone without a trace
>you keep staring at where it went
>something heavy and wet wraps around your waist
>it easily pulls you off of her tooth
>the dragon's tongue pulls you to the center of her mouth
>then rests itself on top of you, pinning you down
>the teeth and lips in front of you part, letting light into her mouth
>between strands of melted cheese, you catch a glimpse of her hoard
>surprisingly, not pizza-related
>although you think that's a pile of nachos over in the corner
>but no, it's mostly the standard gold and jewels
>and that scepter your group was trying to retrieve
>and... the bard's lute?
>with his shirt draped across it...
>MOTHERFUCKER
>you burn with a rage hotter than the tongue pressing into you
>he could've easily prevented the confrontation
>if he'd just told the group
>now you're going to die because ONE TIME he managed to shut up about his partners
>you feel a sudden, overwhelming urge to slap his shit
>you are fighter
>you are STRONG
>you rise up onto your knees
>you shrug off the dragoness's tongue
>you crouch, ready to LEAP through her jaws towards wherever the bard may be
>you... fall?
>the tongue had swiped at your legs, toppling you
>with a "clack", the dragoness's jaws snap closed, throwing you into darkness
>you land on your back, cushioned by her tongue
>you feel gravity shift, and you begin to slip backwards
>down the slick tongue
>and into her throat
>you're pressed in on all sides by strong muscle
>muscle that smells like pizza
>goddamn pizza dragon
>you hear what sounds like a dramatic gulping noise
>a tightness begins at your feet, quickly working its way up your body
>it feels like more of the hot gullet is passing by with each moment
>after a few seconds, your head passes through a stiff ring of flesh
>the rest of you is gradually squeezed through
>you land with a splut
>wait, a splut?
>the sweltering stomach is filled with something thick and sticky
>almost familiar
>...of course it's cheese
>your sanity is fighting a losing battle
>you wish it had simply pressed its claws down at the very start
>and saved you from this mental torture
>well, can't get any worse than this...
>curious, you scoop some of the cheese into your hand and bring it to your face
>you hope that logic isn't looking at you
>you take a mouthful of the thick semi-fluid
>ah, it's cheese AND sauce
>in perfect taste, of course
>you consider your options:
>1: this is completely harmless, so eating it won't hurt
>b) this is her version of stomach acid, so eating it will melt my insides and outsides. A timesaver.
>3. this is some sort of mind-changing thing, and I'd already be under its effects
>...
>well, none of these would make it any worse
>and it does taste good...
>you calm yourself as best as you can, sinking into the soft belly
>at least you wouldn't starve, whatever's going to happen...
>
>---------------------------
>
>"Say, Vaereth. You are going to let him out, right?"
>"Of course, little bard. He just seemed very intent on having a bite of me, so I thought I should have a bite of him."
>"And yourself."
>"What good is having a tail like mine if I can't eat it every once in a while? Don't worry, I'll give him an hour or so."
>"An hour? Seems a bit much."
>"It's easier to get them out when they're asleep. Plus, it gives us plenty of time for another round, if you're up for it...?"