This story was written to go with the picture above, by Zeanlain.
You should’ve run while you had the chance.
More importantly, you should’ve seen the signs before it was too late. There was a noticeable lack of wildlife along your hike with your good fox buddy, Flynn — no birds chirping or rodents chittering. You didn’t think much of it, as you had never hiked these trails before. But had you stopped and observed for just a moment, something would’ve seemed off.
Then there were the rumbles of thunder that persisted despite no rain ever falling, and the dark shadows that passed overhead that you could never quite get a good glimpse of through the treetops. Probably just a cloud, you thought at the time. Now you knew better.
No, you were doomed long before you ever even realized you were in danger.
You were only gone for a few minutes, wandering off the trail for a bit to take a leak and admire the scenery. But that was all it took for your friend to fall into trouble. You sprinted back when you heard his shouts for help, but by the time you got there, you could only watch.
What would you have been able to do anyway? Was there really anything you could have done to turn away a literal dragon? The beast was huge! On all fours, he had to stand at least ten feet from paw to shoulder, and the length of the feral monster from his head to the tip of his long, spiky tail would’ve been far more than that.
And the beast was built, too, with obviously well-developed muscles rippling and flexing with every movement he made. His haunches alone had to be twice as thick as your entire body!
There was an undeniable beauty to this dragon, too, even as it acted as a malevolent force of nature. What sunlight filtered through the canopy above glinted off the reptile’s black scales, illuminating his massive form. A pair of enormous, leathery wings were folded neatly against his back, and a thick gray mane of feathers grew from his neck, its softness interrupting the pattern of hard scales. Brilliant blue plates stretched from his neck all the way down his underbelly to his tail, and gold rings encircled his white horns and tail spikes, the perfect accent pieces to his perfect body.
And that was to say nothing of what hung between his hind legs — massive balls and a monstrous blue sheath that had spread to reveal a knotted black cock of titanic proportions. The full set was so majestic that you would’ve had half a mind to go over and start worshipping it — were it not for the fact your friend was shoved two-thirds of the way down the dragon’s shaft!
Flynn wriggled and squirmed to no avail. The little fox was hopelessly overmatched, and even his pleas for help were soon snuffed out as the dragon simply smothered the fox’s muzzle with one of his massive paws, forcing it shut.
Flynn’s eyes widened as they locked onto yours, silently pleading with you to do something. But you stayed rooted to the spot, unable to fully process the situation — much less do anything to help.
Your one saving grace, had you taken advantage of it, was that the dragon seemed too caught up in his own ecstasy to notice you. Deep huffs and moans accompanied every heavy throb of his member, each lifting the fox’s body off the ground a little as the cock mercilessly pulled him deeper inside.
The beast’s tongue lolled out of his maw as he panted with pleasure and you could see that it matched the gold hues of his horn rings. You were transfixed. It felt like an honor to witness this creature’s magnificence. And even though, in the back of your head, you knew your friend was in trouble, you couldn’t help but find the scene in front of you a little arousing. The dragon’s virility was so powerful it had completely overwhelmed someone your size. Imagine what it looked like up close. What it smelled like. What it tasted like. How warm it would feel as it throbbed in your arms — or around your arms…
The dragon let out a deafening roar as Flynn’s head finally disappeared inside his cock. You were stunned. In a matter of minutes, this monster’s rod had reduced your friend to nothing more than a fox-shaped bulge sliding down a dragon’s shaft. With just a few more throbs, even that disappeared, as the dragon’s cockfood reached the hungry, heavy balls that swayed between his legs.
You could hear those hefty nuts emit a loud gurgle as they began to churn and digest their meal. Flynn, it seemed, was doing his best to fight back. Bulges and outlines appeared on the dragon’s blue orbs as the fox kicked and squirmed, but the dragon barely appeared to notice. If anything, Flynn’s movements simply added to his captor’s pleasure, based on how the beast’s moans grew louder.
You began to back away, hesitantly. As captivating as the dragon was, the show seemed to be over, and your instincts of self-preservation won the fight in your mind, convincing yourself that, no, you actually didn’t want to become dragon chow like your friend.
But with your eyes still locked on the terrifying creature in front of you, you failed to notice the branch directly behind you. You stepped on it, unleashing a loud crack throughout the vicinity as it split in two. The dragon’s head whipped around in your direction, his reverie broken. His golden eyes spotted you immediately, and a hungry grin curled across his snout.
You turned tail and sprinted, choosing neither to look down to follow the trail nor look back to see if the fearsome beast was chasing you. The loud rumbling behind you made the answer to the latter question clear; your neglect toward the former would spell your demise.
Your one advantage over the pursuing dragon was your considerably smaller frame. You could weave between trees, and while he could simply force his way through them with his brute strength, they still slowed him down.
Unfortunately, the trees ahead of you suddenly cleared, and you found yourself skidding down the walls of a canyon that meandered its way alongside the hiking trail you had abandoned. Just hours before, you were admiring the views of this canyon. Now it would be your downfall.
It wasn’t as if you could climb back up from where you came. You were stuck with the path you’d chosen, and all you could do as you tumbled onto the floor of the canyon was keep running as fast as you could.
Soon after, a deafening screech from above confirmed your worst fears: the dragon had escaped the forest. You looked up over your shoulder just in time for a huge shadow to pass over — the dragon was high above, flapping its gigantic wings as it blocked out the sun.
At his altitude, you were surely nothing more than a speck to the great beast, but he’d spotted you nonetheless and was descending directly toward you at incredible speeds. Before you even had time to react, the dragon slammed into you with his front paws, forcing you to the ground with a prideful roar.
The beast had to weigh several tons, at least, and you knew as soon as you felt his heavy paws on top of you that there’d be no getting out from underneath the hulking reptile.
Still, in a way, this was what you’d wanted, wasn’t it? You were trapped, but you still had a spectacular view of the dragon’s gorgeous body. His well-defined pecs loomed over you, and his fluffy mane appeared even softer up close. And then there were his heavy nuts, with your friend still squirming inside. The sizzling musk they gave off was heavenly, entrancing you even more. Was it really so bad of an outcome to eventually become a part of this creature’s incredible body?
A large spurt of draconic pre landed on your face as the monster’s proud cock throbbed directly at you. Heavy globs of dragon drool began to fall toward you as the beast opened his maw wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth and a tunnel of golden flesh that head surely been the last things countless prey saw.
Your fate had long since been sealed, but as you continued to squirm underneath the dragon’s huge paws, it was almost as if he was giving you the decision of how you wanted to be consumed.
Belly? Or balls?