Lunch for Cayda

Though you’re a bit nervous, as much as excited, by the prospect of being a part of Cayda’s lunch, you also feel it would be good to spend more time away from the docks today. Your time at the healer’s, while brief compared to the long flight and the swift and chaotic **** on the ship earlier, has been very rejuvenating and relaxing- slight stinging in your nose from all the opposum and dragon farts notwithstanding- and you’d like to enjoy her company longer. The house, while simple and quaint, feels cozy and lived-in, and you start to consider again Noctrus’ earlier suggestion about returning for repeat visits when you realize you still haven’t answered about this afternoon, wondering again if the daydream dragon’s soothing aura and empathy feedback is having an influence on your decision. But Cayda has been nothing but gentle and understanding, so you don’t doubt her intentions are good, even if she is as likely to use your body to make herself feel very good some more, and is planning to eat you, watching her forked tongue dart across her white lips as she watches you with those large aquamarine eyes, wondering what sorts of naughty or hungry thoughts she might be having.

“I’d like to stay with Cayda a while longer, if that’s alright?” you turn to address the black dragon, petting the snouts of both large reptiles as they nuzzle across your face and chest, “Noct, can you please let Drelf know where I am and that I’ll join him later? And if he asks of me…” you kiss the white dragon’s snout as she licks across your cheeks and face, “Tell him I am feeling far better now.”

“Alright, little friend, you enjoy your stay with, er, in Cayda now,” the male chuckles as he places a foreclaw over your chest and gives you another purring nuzzle, turning to address the female, “And you, make sure to wash him very thoroughly once he’s been pooped.”

“No need to worry there, my friends,” Cayda purrs as she smiles and winks at you, “I take great pleasure in washing these lovely little humans.”

You rise from the chair to give Noctrus a farewell embrace before the black dragon departs, and Cayda takes you to the shower once more, instructing Prem to start the tea for lunch and heat some water to boil the eggs as you all exit her bedroom. You lament the fact that you’re getting yet another washing this afternoon, reminded of the evening back at the inn, asking the healer if all of her smaller patients end up spending this much time showering as she cleans down your chest with her sudsy claws, the dragon chuckling gently as she replies that only those they end up playing with need time washing up. Which is many of them, Cayda admits with a snicker when pressed, though just as many are in a hurry, and not all of them are as appreciative of her company as you have been, she adds as she inclines her great head to kiss across your forehead. You admit to being a bit nervous about her eating you- not having done much traveling outside of the farm where you grew up, there was no concern for ending up as a temporary meal for any of the harmless predators residing in that part of the country, nor were there any dragons or gryphons helping at the farms which might try to swallow you in the right mood, the few anthro residents seeming more reserved and less likely to do anything of the sort either, so different from many of the larger species you’ve encountered here. The white dragon listens to your concerns and reminds you gently that if you really don’t want her to eat you, then you don’t have to, but when you insist you are more curious than concerned, she rears up and braces herself with her claws against the shower wall, using her tail to pull your face into the folds of her sex.

“Feel that stickiness and warmth of my flesh, little one? My body is similar to that throughout my insides, and when I swallow you it will feel like getting squeezed inside of my vagina. My stomach is a big slimy sack, very slippery and flexible, where you will be shifted around for a few hours before my intestines slurp you inside. Then, you will be pushed and tickled through many twists and turns for a little while before you reach my bowels. I do not need to explain what those are like, or what you will be doing in there, do I? Then I will see you again when I get off the toilet, and we will get you nice and clean.”

She keeps you pressed into her pussy for a moment, gripping you with her folds as she sighs, before pushing you back out, telling you to expect many similar muscular contractions and pressures as you journey through her body. You nod, hugging around her snout as you thank her for the explanation and she returns your embrace, pulling you against her chest as she purrs in your ear, and then you both leave the shower as she wraps you in a fluffy towel and head into the kitchen, afternoon sunlight streaming in through the coral pink curtains as Prem is sitting in a side chair tapping her paw tips along her knee while she waits for the pot of water over the fire to reach a boil. Cayda tells her to go and fetch the eggs from the pantry, telling you to check the cupboards for a large mixing bowl and snatching a whisk and spoon from a few hanging utensils above the center counter, before she heads to the pantry herself to fetch flour and sugar and oil for the muffins, setting the ingredients down on the counter as the opposum removes the eggs from the little wooden crate. Helping to mix the ingredients while Cayda sniffs at her tea collection to determine which she would like to serve with lunch, you find yourself reminiscing of helping to bake bread and prepare soups in your mother’s kitchen back home when you were very young, before your responsibilities of growing the ingredients overtook the early pleasures of preparing them to eat. As Prem inserts the muffins into a clay oven near the hearth for baking, Cayda prepares a cup of mild fragrant tea with ginger and lemon for you both, inviting you over to the chair to sit with her and do a little reading while the food cooks, the kitchen filled with the bubbling of the water as the eggs boil.

“Don’t worry, little friend, I won’t sit on you, for now,” the dragon laughs as you watch her suspiciously as you approach the large chair in the corner, of a dark blue cloth with a sizable footstool, “I actually was just thinking of a poem I should like to share with you before we eat.”

She returns to her bedroom a moment as the opposum pulls you to her breasts for a short cuddle, the white dragon chastising her furry friend as she reminds her not to stink you up so you won’t taste like unwashed fur, sniffing you carefully to ensure you’re still clean. Cayda sits down in the chair and stretches out, scooping you up with a foreclaw to sit across her big belly as she holds open the same large volume she was reading from before, flipping a few yellowed pages before she arrives at the desired passage. You can’t read any of the ancient runic scrawl, which you only know to be ancient Draconic due to seeing some scrolls when you visited Professor Gruffton when he was in the village, but your heart rate intensifies upon seeing the illustration of the fattened dragon on the right page, the reptile depicted belching and patting a claw against his bloated belly, which is shown to hold a man in a semi-fetal position, both males are visibly aroused as the man appears to be masturbating inside the dragon’s stomach. Obviously you don’t have to read ancient runes to be able to understand the content of this poem, but Cayda smiles as she begins anyway, tracing her claw tip along the page as she translates for you, her voice smooth and melodic as she reads to you, Prem sitting on the footstool to listen along. The poem concerns a very common scenario, according to the white dragon- that of a dragon swallowing their smaller companion to keep them warm on a cold day, which can be found in countless stories, myths, and plays, Prem chuckling as she recounts a performance they saw last Autumn that involved less acting during that scene on the part of the human and dragon performers. The verses compare the beast’s innards to a warm and inviting cave, a wet cradle swaddling the man like a stranded infant, describing the journey through the intestines as a “dizzying river bend, slow and wet without water,” and spare no expense on the “muddy, stinking vapors” as the man waits in his friend’s bowels to be excreted, a scene which Cayda is unable to resist pawing herself to as she reads, her voice interrupted by small growls and huffs, and a moan as she turns the page to reveal another illustration, this one of dragon climaxing across his smaller friend as the man’s head sticks up out of his enormous pile of dragon dung, reminding you very much of Kelsyre’s vulgar fun this morning, which also seems so long ago already.

“And together curled arm and leg, stared into one another’s eyes, each wondering in silent smile what tomorrow’s weather might bring,” Cayda finishes the poem and closed the book, setting it down as she cradles you to her smooth chest with her forelegs, brushing the pink fur of her ankles across your bare skin, “That ending has always been my favorite part. Well, aside from the pooping, of course, hmm hmm.”

You finish sipping your tea as Prem goes to check on the muffins, which she has gotten up in the middle of the poem to remove from the oven, and are now cool- with the addition of the eggs, lunch is now ready to be served. The cranberries and walnuts impart a wonderful flavor to the warm muffins, which have left the kitchen smelling wonderfully of sweet cinnamon while they were baking, and taste even better than they smell, soft and sweet, as you slice your muffin in half and add a spread of butter to the middle as the opposum does with hers, and it is delightful. The dragon spoons some roasted garlic from a jar she brought from the ice box in the pantry in the hallway onto her plate, biting an egg in half as she adds grainy mustard and whipped mayonnaise from accompanying jars with a little spoon, chewing the other half as she pushes the condiments over to you to try some. Prem snickers as she jokes how much fun it will be to share these eggs with you later, eliciting a low growl and wink from Cayda, as she comments that you’re going to be smelling them from the inside, the opposum smacking the table with laughter, watching the white dragon lean across the table to burp on you. You fan away her smelly breath as she huffs her belch in your nose, licking across your face as she reminds you that you’re going down her throat soon so you’d better start getting used to those smells now, but giggles warmly and promises she will drink more tea to help with the odor before she swallows you, the opposum snorting as she adds that tea won’t help the stench any at her tail end. You help your gracious hosts clear up the plates afterwards, putting them in the sink for washing later, the white dragon following you closely as she licks and kisses at your shoulders and back, huffing her warm breath across your face after another cup of tea, asking if that has helped to freshen her breath any for you, nudging you back towards the blue chair and encouraging you to sit when you’ve finished clearing the table.

“Are you ready, little one?” Cayda has pushed the footstool away to lay next to the chair, brushing her snout across your legs and teasing them with little flicks of her large forked tongue, “I’ve saved room in my belly for you, so that you can make me feel nice and full.”

“What… um… what do you need me to…?”

The white dragon leans her head upwards and opens her mouth wide, saliva dripping from her jaws and dangling in strands between her upper and lower teeth as she waits patiently.

“Climb in when ready, little friend, simply slide down into my maw and I shall take care of the rest,” she huffs across your feet and ankles, her warm breath and drooling maw looking rather inviting.

Carefully, as Prem watches and calls out some encouragement for you to fill her friend’s belly, hushed by Cayda, you slide your feet and ankles down onto the slippery surface of the dragon’s large blue tongue, feeling the warm dampness of her spit and heavy breathing as your skin makes contact with the squishy surface. Cayda takes care to open a bit wider, mindful that she doesn’t poke you with any of her sharp teeth as you slide in your legs, feeling the heat of her breath along your body as the surface of her flat forked tongue feels spongy under the back of your legs and buttocks, reminding you of the shower surface. As you lie down on your back, feeling a few droplets of dragon drool spatter down onto your legs, gasping as one hits your cock and Cayda chuckles through her open mouth, there’s a sudden rush of upsurging warmth from the blue tunnel of her throat before you as Cayda releases a great big after-lunch bwwarrrppfff, her hot belch blowing across your entire body before you feel the rapid air of her laughing on you, grimacing in the smell of garlic and eggs which has a very different sort of stench from the gas you’re more used to from dragons’ other ends. She apologizes as Prem tells you you’ll be hearing a lot more of those from her stomach, but Cayda says you won’t be smelling them, as she’ll lay on her opposum instead to share, as the rodent squeaks nervously and bats the air with her paws in disgust, while you feel more warm drool pooling about your belly and legs, a few drops landing on your face from the blue ridges above.

“Ready, little friend?” you can feel the dragon speaking in a small vibration as much as hear her from your position across her tongue, words rising up out of her throat to tickle your ankles as the spongy surface shifts along your legs, smooth surface of her lips wetting your elbows as she half-mouths the words, answering yes as you feel your heart pounding, “Down you go now, little one.”

You feel the pull along your lower legs as she begins to swallow you with an audible gulp, the slippery walls of her esophagus gripping at your ankles to tug you halfway into her throat with surprising ****. There’s another large gulping and the walls tug you in up your shoulders, and then a third gulp and you find yourself sliding down the tight and sleek tube. She wasn’t incorrect in her description, it is a little like being inside the length of her vagina, very wet and slimy and warm, though the smell is not as musky, still lingering a bit of her recent belch as you grimace a moment, feeling the walls pressing against you, pushing you down her throat now in a prolonged swallow, and you can’t help but wonder if she is in any pain considering such a mouthful would be incredibly uncomfortable and make you **** if you tried to do the same, but a wave of excitement washes over you instead in response to the thought, as you can tell she is enjoying this. Down you’re pushed by the flexible but contracting tube, a brief but intense journey of a few seconds, as you cannot move at all from the pressure of the slippery walls against you, waiting in the dim blue light as you can feel your own breath and the rising heat from her stomach along your ankles as they breach the aperture, your legs sliding through the open sphincter. You feel yourself halfway inside a slimier chamber, stickiness slopping along your legs now as your body is pushed with the final contractions into Cayda’s stomach, blinking in the bioluminescent chamber, brighter than her throat, as you stretch out in the hot slime pooling all over the floor, realizing after a moment from the consistency of some of the mush you find yourself sitting in that the rubbery and doughy mixtures are the digesting eggs and muffins from lunch. The sleek walls shiver with another tremendous belch as you settle in, hearing the voice of the dragon from above, distant like when you are under her backside or within her sex.

“How are you doing in there, little wurrrpp! Mmm… little one?” You feel the dragon patting her stomach to reassure you as you feel the press of her claw across the bases of your outstretched feet, “Are you nice and comfor-urrrpp!- comfortable?”

As you feel the walls of her stomach quavering with each belch, the gentle shifting of the chamber around you, it almost feels like you are being rocked in a hammock of her flesh, laying back and listening to the little gurgles and sloshes and glorps as her body processes the food she ate. Like when she peed on you earlier or tucked you into her vagina, you feel serene and rejuvenated by the heat and slime brushing against you with the motion of her insides, a palpable sensation of safety and warmth that spreads through you as though radiating out from the fervent beating of your heart. You do find yourself gagging a moment from the smell as you try to explain to the dragon how you’re feeling in words, as she encourages you to breath slowly, in and out, and your nose starts to adjust, not unlike how you felt overwhelmed at first by the stench of dragon poop and farts when you’d first arrived, though the odor in her stomach is quite different, like being in a cloud of her burps from earlier but more intense.

“There you go, sweet little friend,” Cayda coos down to you as you feel a wave of happiness accompanying her words, another patting of her claw along your feet from without, “My entire body has healing properties, so you won’t get sick in my belly, you just needed a little time to adjust and let my stomach slime make you feel calm and focused. You just lie back and enjoy it in there, yes? Let me know if you need any snacks, but be sure to catch them on the way down orrrrppp! Hmm hmm, or else they become mine.”

She assures you she was just teasing when you ask, doubtful if you could grab a cracker or cookie or even a loaf of bread if it fell from the aperture currently sealed above with how slippery your hands are right now.

“No, I will wrap them in cloth for you, little friend,” Cayda chuckles gently as you feel the vibration near your feet as the fat of her belly jiggles a bit, “You can just leave it in there, and it will head along to come out with you in my poop. Oh, and that is the one rule of my stomach- wait until you reach my intestines if you need to relieve a dump. There is nothing my vomit will cure that is not better relieved by other functions and it will not be pleasant for either of us at all.”

She adds that humans are generally very good about this but she’s had one or two anthros she had to spit back up when she sensed their intentions, and you can hear what must be a protested apology from Prem though you can’t make out the opposum’s words. You lie back and stretch out in the hot sliminess of her stomach as you mumble an agreement, feeling the walls vibrating with another burp from above, chuckling a little at the rude noise as you joke with Cayda that you didn’t think you would make her so bloated, feeling an amorous wave as she responds that feeling this wonderful fullness is exactly why she ate you. You ask with a little yawn about how long it will take to pass into her intestines, as you hear her faint reply that it will be about two hours, and you are welcome to take a nap in her stomach if you wish, many of her little friends do so, as you nod in response and listen to the sounds of her stomach, developing a greater appreciation of the cradle metaphor in the poem earlier as the slippery flesh floor undulates underneath you. You feel the stomach rotating around you a moment as you’re rolled with a splat around the wet and slimy walls as the dragon rises to her feet with a sharp grunt, but then feel the bounce of her belly and body as she slumps back down again with a sigh and a brief burp, deciding it isn’t worth the effort as you hear her calling Prem over instead; you again tease her that you can’t possibly have made her that miserably stuffed as you’ve seen dragons eat several times now, and the reptile snickers and responds she’s just feeling lazy after her big lunch, giving her stomach a few big pats without as she belches again. There’s a slight pressure as you feel Cayda laying something across her belly before the dragon begins reading from another old book, this one containing various stories of ancient Dragonic, as she begins to recite what may be the oldest example of friendly feeding known to be recorded, beginning to tell the story of the young fox and the old dragon, as much a parable for burgeoning sexuality and a metaphor for ancient fertility rites as anything else, like many remaining pre-Igrandranmyr folktales. You lie back against the slimy surface of her stomach, feeling the gentle rhythms of her body as the dragon recites the tale leisurely, the occasional burp and accompanying giggle interrupting the simple story of the seduced maiden vixen who develops an attraction to the dragon after he swallows her with a long draught of honey-wine, a common vulpine motif in sexual ceremonies, achieving the springhood of her first masturbation inside his stomach as he compliments her lovely features. While it is obviously more artful than meant to be realistic, you find Cayda’s tone relaxing and the depictions of the vixen’s pleasures within the dragon send similar waves back to you through the white dragon, listening to the squelches and glops of her stomach as the sweat and slime coating you skin feels more warming than a blanket and you fall gradually into sleep as the dragon’s voice trials off into a soft belch and a little snicker, thinking there is something quite amusing about her clearly masturbating out there while you are relaxing comfortably inside her belly opposite to the tale.

There’s a rubbery heat sliding along your waist as you awaken to find yourself halfway through the sphincter leading to Cayda’s intestines, blinking your eyes for only a moment as you feel your legs being pushed through the opening, as that nap felt more like a full night’s rest. There’s something tiny and very slippery wriggling beneath you as you slide into this new tube, and as your eyes readjust to the slightly dimmer light inside the intestines, you find the strange nodules pressing and brushing slimily across every inch of your body from your chin down to the backs of your feet, a tickling sensation that at first leaves you gasping with choked laughter as you adjust to this strange tactility. Feeling the slow pulling of the fleshy muscle and continual motion of the nodules near your nethers, the sensation gradually shifts from being ticklish to stimulating, as you find yourself aroused from the pressure of the tube as you’re pushed around the first bend, moaning out a little as you feel the press of Cayda’s claw along her lower belly without, the dragon sending a wave of arousal through to you as you continue to slide through her intestines, wondering if she senses the way her own body is exciting yours or if the feeling of your excitement within her body is fueling her own pleasure. You doubt she can feel you physically this deep inside her innards, but there’s something comforting and wonderful about the empathetic sensations she’s projecting and sharing with you as you both occupy the space in front of the chair, you reflect with a sigh and a smile as you remain erect through your journey, slipping around more wet and slippery bends and turns for minutes on end. There’s less pressure from the muscle here than the tightness of her esophagus as she was swallowing you, her intestines seeming to nudge you lazily in your direction as the wiggling wet nodes brush and absorb the stomach’s sliminess from your skin as they impart their own coating of thinner mucus along your naked body, and as you reach the second sphincter after a long series of twists and turns, some leaving your body in semi-contorted positions, albeit never uncomfortably, for a fleeting instant, you almost miss their strange intimate touch.

Passing through the next aperture with a slippery squelch brings an intimately familiar and pervasively putrid odor and sight to your senses, the wider blue tube somewhat brighter and the walls’ sliminess giving way to something stickier, thicker, and much, much stinkier as you glimpse the length ahead of you. Cayda’s bowels are no cleaner or fresher than those of any other dragon, bringing back to mind those filthy minutes spent lodged up your departed friend’s clogged colon just yesterday, and you can instantly tell by the sight along with the smell that you’re headed for more messy minutes before you’re even fully inside her bowels. You find yourself laying and waiting inside the hot, filthy tube for several long and stinking minutes, feeling the occasional dragon fart burble and blow across your skin on its way towards the reptile’s rectum, the nasty bowel breeze imparting a lingering vapor to the pungent odor of dragon dung throughout, groaning and grimacing as you cough and readjust; but you reflect a moment how funny it is this raw stench of dragon waste no longer makes you gag even a little, despite being all around you. And unfortunately, as you feel a tiny wave of peristalsis push you deeper into her bowels after waiting just past her intestinal sphincter, soon surrounding you quite literally, as a think and muddy coating of reptilian excrement seems to secrete from the slick walls to cling to your skin, covering the sides of your face, your neck and back, and down your buttocks and legs and ankles as you lie in this wider section of her colon, cocooned in Cayda’s filth as her body prepares you for excretion. Within a few more minutes, having moved only a few more inches towards her anal exit from your starting position, the damp blue walls of her fleshy innards have now become blotted out by the thick hot layer of sticky brown muck you find yourself trapped in, the fecal stench of her dragon dung filling your nose and lungs with each breath, your face a perpetual grimace as you’re **** to inhale the all-encompassing stench continually, not wanting to risk getting any in your mouth, just lying there, waiting for your friend to start pooping.

Though the smell is appalling, the wait inside her bowels isn’t quite so terrible, and though you’re **** to admit it, there’s no denying the feeling of your erection pressing near to the surface of her colon through all the sticky dragon dung; on this, you can’t be certain if Cayda’s own amorous waves at feeling you nearing the end of your journey through her are contributing fully to the excitement. It is admittedly, disgusting, as you wait with fervent anticipation of the turd you’re trapped within to start moving, feeling relaxed and aroused and a bit confused to where the physiological and mental processes and stimuli of her healing body ends and where your own feelings about this process reside, but there is something pleasurable and comforting about sharing her sensations as much as her physical space. Finally, you feel a shifting as the big dragon rises, the sway of her behind as she walks, waiting inside her bowels as you feel the slight tilting relative to your poopy prison, and then a pressure around you as you feel yourself beginning to move along with the clump of dragon dung as greater peristalsis finally sets in- Cayda is pooping. Inch by inch, you’re pushed forward through the dragon’s bowels, feeling yourself slowly squeezed around a bend, making your way at a crawl towards your unseen exit inside your reeking brown encasement, the pressure of the filthy walls gripping you on all sides as you can only see and feel the squishing of the dung all around you. Then, there’s a sudden lightness as you feel the pressure released from the front half of your body, the sensation of being suspended in midair moment before you feel another push around your lower waist, almost feeling the gripping of what must be the dirty dragon’s rectum around your still-erect penis, before you feel the slippery soft stickiness surrounding you as the pressure leaves your ankles. Squirming free of the muddy mess, you find yourself sitting up to your chest in a pile of hot dragon dung, feeling a sticky plop across your forehead which oozes down your filthy chest as you look up into the dim light coming from above, catching a pinprick of bioluminescence from Cayda’s blue anus before another lump of dragon poop spills with a sticky splatter onto your head as you hear the female sighing above.

“Cayda! Let me out, you disgusting dragon! Uggh… I’ll need an extra long washing after all this!”

“Mmm, you certainly will, little friend, hmm hmm!” the white dragon calls down to you in the toilet without raising her fat rump from the seat, pushing out another clump of hot dung onto you as you reach to give her scaly butt a shove, “Now, now, little one, you agreed to be part of my lunch, so it’s only fair you let me finishing pooping. Hmmm… and when I am all done, we’ll get you nice and clean, alright?”

You wait in her hot and stinking mess with a groan and a sigh as a loud fart reverberates off the surrounding porcelain walls, though being covered in dragon poop, the smell is less disgusting than just a reminder of how rude a reptile she is enjoying being. Which it certainly sounds like she is enjoying, as you can hear her clearly masturbating above you as she farts again, another few plops of dung spilling out of her anus onto you as you grimace and consider yourself thankful you’re at least out of her colon now, listening to her huffs and moans from above. Apparently having finished her dragon dump, Cayda paws herself a little longer, sniffing on her flatulent fumes and probably the smell of her own dung as you call up a reminder you’re still down here, which is only met with a giggle between pants. Thankfully, she sits still a moment later, as you hear her catching her breath, then you hear the sweaty shuffle as her fat rump finally rises from the toilet seat, squinting up into the afternoon sunlight filtering in from the unseen window above, blinking as you hear and see Cayda leaning her head down over the toilet bowl to greet you, taking a big whiff of the mess she made as she smiles sweetly at you and huffs crudely.

“Huhhh… good to see you again, little one. Did you enjoy your journey through me, hmmm? How did you like getting pooped out of my big dragon bowels, wasn’t that nice? That is my most favorite part of swallowing little friends, pushing them back out again.”

You shake your head, reaching up to pat her snout instinctively as she jerks back with a chuckle.

“No, no, little friend! I don’t want to get any poop on my snout… hrmmmn… though I do enjoy how foul I’ve made you smell… huhh… let’s get you cleaned up, and then we shall share pets and cuddles, yes?”

She pulls the beaded handle next to the toilet, a hanging chain made of pink and light blue glass beads cut into crystalline shapes, and there is a loud flush as water flows down from the upper edges of the bowl, washing a little of the mess from your waist and legs. Extending a foreclaw down with a small giggle as she purrs, the white dragon pulls you up out of her poop, holding you a little ways away from her to not get any on her underside, giving the toilet another flush before she ambles towards the shower on three legs. She hums a happy little tune along with her purring as she sets you down on the spongy surface and gives you a small pat on the head with her dirtied claw, then turns to sniff deeply along your face and chest, getting her large nostrils as close as she dares, as you grimace a bit as she huffs and rubs between her hind legs with her clean claw; of course calling her a dirty dragon only makes her snicker and huff again. You eagerly step under the warm water as you feel it washing away the filth and slime and sweat covering your skin, the caress of Cayda’s soapy claws soothing as her purring fills the shower space, steam rising as the scent of lemons and sugar mingles with the stink of her dragon dung as it falls off along the spongy floor and washes down the drain; Cayda removed the stopper to ensure it wouldn’t ruin the otherwise pristine interior. With a chuckle and a huff, you groan as the raunchy reptile raises her thick tail and pivots to present her incredibly filthy hindquarters, unsurprised as she backs you into the padded walls, pinning your face flush with her poopy pucker as she wiggles her rump and smears her warm and sticky dragon poop along your features and chest once more, giggling with amorous little growls as you groan into her tail hole, finding it strange to feel it partially occluding your nose and cheeks when the same orifice stretched mere minutes ago to excrete your entire body; but of course, the same could be said for being rubbed against her vagina. The dragon withdraws her hefty haunches a few filthy minutes later, washing you once more before handing you the soap and presenting her poopy posterior so you can wash her in turn, scoffing as she paws her slit while you’re cleaning her, as she apologizes through giggles and pants that she just adores how your flesh feels along her sensitive butt scales, jutting her anus towards your head as she tells you to make sure you wash her rump good and thoroughly. Lowering her tail as you finish and rinse your hands beneath the shower head, Cayda asks how you felt passing through her innards, if you liked your first time being eaten, as you recount to her the myriad of pleasurable sensations and emotions that stirred during the journey, asking her about getting aroused inside her intestines and bowels.

“That is not so unusual at all, sweet one,” the dragon says after listening intently to your recollections, pressing her snout into your chest, “As a daydream dragon, my empathetic senses are much stronger, and can be projected back via contact as you’ve experienced, along with the calming and restorative properties of my bodily fluids, naturally stronger inside of me. Although most friends I swallow do not experience such strong sensations of my sexual excitement on their way to being pooped, so you are special in being able to share that enjoyment with me. Ah, but it appears to have faded!”

You gasp and chuckle as the white dragon begins nuzzling and licking along your dick with her big blue forked tongue, chuckling softly to herself as she sees you becoming aroused again with satisfaction, pulling you near her chest. You again ask her if she is so affectionate with all of her patients, as she must have many passing through? Admittedly knowing the answer, this question has become more of a tease.

“Mmm, as I told you, only the receptive ones, and I can sense and smell when they are open to having fun,” she purrs as she licks and kisses along your face, “I did have two while you were inside my belly earlier. I didn’t need to get up, just some cuts from briars which a few licks fixed right up, and the other fell from her horse, which Prem was able to help set and splint. I rubbed a little cum on it to help speed the healing process and numb the pain.”

“I suppose I should not be surprised Kaydonimere and Ambrysha gifted such vulgar abilities to such a lewd species after all?” you give her a smile and a little shove.

“Nature has a sense of humor with us, so we share it with your kind in turn,” she cups her claw over your cock, “You ought to be grateful you didn’t come in needing a poultice of my poop for swelling or blisters, and there weren’t any patients needing calming from hysterics or despair in my stomach, or else you’d have had a roommate, hmm hmm. Mmhnn… that’s the good kind of swelling, human. Making mine excited all over again, which reminds me, on the subject of my bodily functions…”

She pushes you to the spongy floor with her foreclaw, smiling down at you before she lunges forward and squats down, hovering the folds of her bright blue pussy overtop of your face before she sits on your head as before. You hear a muffled huff from above as she wiggles her fat flanks a moment to make herself comfortable, the sticky folds of her labia overlapping your cheeks, and then there is a sigh as you glimpse the pale yellow fluid jetting out across your face as the dragon empties her large bladder on you. Hot piss spraying and splashing continually as her urethra unloads its liquid warmth above, Cayda groans and sighs with relief and pleasure as she pees, shifting her flanks to spray along your chin a little before wiggling her aim back across your forehead. As you sigh in the musky wetness spilling across your skin, you feel her tail grinding along your dick to make sure she is physically sharing her pleasures with you, wondering if she is able to feel aroused even as she urinates unlike your male body, hearing her giggling above as she teases that you might just become her new favorite little toilet. She sighs once more, wiggling her sex and humping your head a moment as the dragon pee drips down your cheeks, then gets off you with a little grunt before she lays across you with her chest over your legs, sniffing the musky scents left behind by her bladder with a giggle.

“Good human, I wanted to enjoy peeing on you just like before… mhnn, before I need to take you back, but…” she shifts her heavy scaled body forward, pushing you gently underneath your smooth, soft-leather fat with a foreclaw as her big belly squishes and presses you into the spongy floor, and you feel the hot and sticky edges of her sex near your cock as she begins to grind against you gently, “Huhhmnn… we can spend a little more time together, yes?”

“Huhh, huhh, huhh… I could enjoy you like this, maybe, but I just wanted to feel you excited with me,” she huffs down as she continues grinding against your cock, her smooth fat belly shifting and jiggling over your face as it muffles her words a little, “And now that we’re both very ready, let’s get you tucked inside of me.”

Cayda shifts her body forward again with a long huff, the sweat of her scales brushing along your head and chest as her inner flanks have begun to dampen your legs, the wetness of the shower floor along your shoulders and back colder by comparison. She rests the folds of her dragon sex across your features, wriggling her flanks as she parts her pussy, pressing down deeply with a gasp as she feels your breath inside her slit, wriggling down further as she begins to take in your cheeks, slowly suckling along your shoulders and arms, taking you inside her once more, moans of ecstasy reaching your ears even as they are muffled by the constant squelch of her pelvic muscles pulling you deeper. It is a long and blissful minute as her sensations of pleasure wash over you in waves along with her secretions, and as your arousal slides along her outer edge, she gives an amorous growl and begins clenching along your cock vigorously, panting and grunting as you feel the first small droplet of cum spat down into your hair from above, then Cayda rests and pants for a few moments, before moaning deeply as she at last pulls your feet into her a few moments later with a final small squelching suck. She begins clenching along your body, her stickiness coating your bare skin which is quickly covered in your shared sweat as she alternates the pressure, pulling you deeper and pushing your feet closer to the edge of her slit, huffing and moaning as she whines without, a warm and heady feedback of dragon sexual bliss flooding your senses and intensifying your own arousal physically and emotionally, dizzied along a gold-hot edge. It only takes a few more moments before the lingering scent of unfamiliar fruits from her droplet is washed over with the deluge of hot and syrupy slime as Cayda cums in a sudden great splash, roaring out a blissful moan as her climax surges from your forehead to your belly, oozing down across your legs as you feel a smaller after-jet splatter your hair above, as the dragon pokes her claws into her pussy to brush your ankles, and as her cum feels hot and sticky along your privates, you feel yourself release as well, a growling sigh without as your playmate feels you climax and approves. You both lie back, sweating and panting, as Cayda calls down to you to enjoy some of her seed straight from the source, and as you sigh and smile and lick a little of the bright, fruity slime from her fleshy walls, she begins to moan and clench you tightly, cumming again a few minutes later as she splashes down over you a second time. Slowly, sighing, placing the back of her claw against your sticky body as you exit, she pushes you back out of her pussy, purring all the while as she rolls over and kisses and licks your face clean before working her way down the rest of your slimy skin.

“Such a good and sweet little human… huhhhh… promise me you’ll come and visit again soon?” she brings her wide white lips near your ear as she whispers, “And come deep in me when you visit, soon?”

Cayda finishes washing and drying you as she asks if you’re feeling better after your ordeal with the pirates earlier today, and if you wanted to talk with her about it any further. You thank her and tell her that you are feeling much calmer now, and she kisses and nuzzles you as she tells you to visit her any time you would like to speak further, or would just like to share her company over some tea and muffins. Carrying you back to the bedroom as she insists on a few moments of last-minute cuddling, you promise you will make an effort to see her again, as she licks your chin and looks you in the eye, telling you not to be like Noctrus, and to remind him of his own promise when you return to the docks. Prem emerges from her room to give you one last farewell embrace, as the white dragon chuckles and encourages her to free you from her opposum bosoms, before leaving the house and squatting on all fours to allow you to climb upon her back. With a thrust of her hind legs and a few sharp flaps of her great wings, Cayda takes to the skies as the late afternoon sun shines down, illuminating the flirting anthros and dragons of the brothels and the laughing and drinking animals of the taverns as they pass by below, catching snippets of sailor songs and the cries of shorebirds as you head back towards the docks.

Landing and giving Cayda one last farewell hug before she she turns and heads back homeward, you walk over to where you spy Drelfrumm heading northwards to the warehouses to unload the cargo of crates he is ferrying.

“My little friend!” Drelf laughs and shakes his head as you apologize after realizing you likely bothered him with his burden, continuing along with you towards his destination, “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you might be avoiding my company? Is my big scaly rump too stinky for you, is that it?”

You shake your head with a smile as you walk alongside him, explaining broadly what happened with the healer as Drelf returns a smile to a passing copper-scaled coworker on his way back to take on another load. The blue dragon lays down as several burly rats and men come along to unload the cargo from his carrier, taking it towards Kelsyre and Lizelle for sniffing inspection, as Drelfrumm insists he wishes to hear all about your first experience being lunch later. You wish he’d waited to speak as a few of the dockworkers snicker at this as they heft away the last of the crates, but of course as a dragon tact is not his strongest suit, so you pat his snout as you promise to tell him everything this evening at the inn, as he informs you he still has one more hour of work to do. The Windbourne dragons and their knights smile in your direction- well, a nod of approval from Amerst that essentially counts for a smile, though of course they are also busy with the remainder of their shift and cannot spend time with you now, though Prexa is clearly watching in your direction, smiling happily at your safe return as you can see the longing in her gaze, and wonder for a moment if you’re getting better at noticing dragon body language. You aren’t long in wondering what to do for the remainder of the afternoon however, before a call of “Hey there, human!” makes you turn to see the plump porcupine from the Conch the other day heading towards you, intent to subject your face and nose to many rank porcupine pooters she smushes you into her furry breasts and carries you off to the nearby fields to sit on you. Explaining between her bubbling farts as her soft and sweaty tan buttocks scoot around your cheeks, she doesn’t have to worry about breaks too much since she tops up and cleans the water barrels around the docks, huffing and stinking you up as she sits on your head and passes her porcupine gasses for a good twenty minutes, pawing and playing with your penis before she realizes with a grunt and a shrug that no amount of velvety paws are going to overcome your current flaccidity. You wonder at the washtub a moment afterwards again, resolving that you really need to learn a bit of simple fire magic, before your eastern female friend from the other day snakes over to assist again, but this time the dragon decides to make sure she has her fun with you, stuffing you deep between her legs and coiling your face beneath her tail as she pleasures and relieves her urges at both holes, washing you with giggling huffs as needed.

The hour passes, like the mammal’s and reptile’s gas, quite quickly, and soon you find yourself dried and rejoining Drelfrumm as he asks if you’re ready to head back to the inn. He isn’t sure if it’s the delayed traffic following the routing of the pirates, “thanks to your heroic efforts”, this morning, or if it was just a busy day, but he wouldn’t mind being a slightly Drunken Dragon tonight. You pat his snout as you tell him you’ll join him momentarily, going over to the assembling Windbourne Riders as they’re finishing the final checklist with the warehouse supervisors before departing for the day. Kelsyre and Noctrus step forward as they nuzzle and kiss you with much purring and you pet and kiss them in return, before Prexa pulls you in for a prolonged embrace, saying how glad she is to see you and asking if you’re okay. You remind the black dragon of his promise to Cayda as promised, cuddling with the pink dragon a moment as you tell her she has nothing to reprimand herself for, before the knights come over and Lizelle inquires if perhaps you’d like to join them at the mansion for a victory toast in honor of today, but you have to decline as you glance back to where Drelf is patiently waiting. Malroy clamps a gloved paw along your shoulder with a slight squeeze as he insists that you’ve certainly earned it, and that you can join them any time you’d like; you try to meet his gaze as he begins to joke that you just might make an honorary squire if you show more valor, but he turns away from you as his words trail off and his paw leaves your shoulder. You thank them all for the adventure, saying you’re feeling invigorated after your visit with Cayda, Noctrus snickering as he says she had a wonderful way of doing that as Lizelle joins his laugh, then add you’re looking forward to seeing them again tomorrow afternoon as Prexa plants another kiss on your forehead, wrapping her foreclaw around your back as she brings her eyes to yours and huffs that you’d better be, all the dragons sharing a laugh before you depart.

“So, what will you have to drink this evening, do you think?” Drelfrumm asks as you head back down the alley towards the inn with him. You shrug as you reflect on the day’s events- the strange and overwhelming torrent of emotions from disgust and amusement to excitement to mortal terror shot through with sheer adrenaline, it has been an adventure quite unlike what you could have imagined, both similar and so very different from the stories of your childhood, perhaps not unlike the dragons themselves. The dragons call out to you from their booths as you enter the tavern, Mersila calling cheerfully from the bar top that she’s so glad to see you back, saying how they all missed you last night as the others chime in their agreement, as Fulvern and Vulgrust call out in unison they were afraid they might not get another chance to sit on you again, the laughter of their companions drowned out by the other dragons. Mersila asks if you’re feeling alright as you walk up to the counter, and you shake your head yes, supposing she can sense or smell the exhaustion on you, as you order a cider, Drelfrumm paying again. As the pink dragon returns with your drinks, she leans close to you across the counter, telling you that she will lend a frilled ear if there is anything at all you wish to talk about, and you nod as you glance around the bar at the assembled dragons laughing and celebrating with each other and their smaller friends, trying to feel better again. You were feeling wonderfully after spending time with Cayda earlier, so now why do you suddenly feel so tired... but perhaps it is just the hectic day catching up with you and a drink will make you feel more inclined to be sociable.

“Are you sure you’re alright, my little one?” Drelfrumm rests his head along the counter before you as he looks up into your eyes and purrs, “I am sure the other dragons would love to spend time with you, but if you want to rest, we can always go back to our room for the evening. It is up to you.”

You look around at the familiar faces from a few nights ago as they glance in your direction at the bar, a few of the big beasts boisterously beckoning you over. You begin to feel relaxed again from the cider as you weigh your choices, though not quite physically as alert as before. It would be a shame to spend a nice summer evening heading to bed early, when your friends are clearly eager to see you again, but… you aren’t sure how long you’ll last and might end up falling asleep before midnight tonight. The blue dragon reassures you that if you want to join the other dragons, he will of course carry you up to bed whenever you’d like, but if you want to go back to the room now and perhaps just snuggle and read for the evening, that is fine as well. Mersila chimes in that she can send up some dinner later for you both if that’s what you want to do, as Drelf snorts and says he hopes it will include plenty of beans or lentils or even both, patting his fat belly with a claw as he tells her he hasn’t gotten to give you a Dutch oven for almost two days now, the pink dragon snickering as she responds she hasn’t enjoyed you in a dragon Dutch oven at all yet, and she ought to remedy that, hopefully soon. You smile as you shake your head at them both- those stinky scaly creatures never seem to change when it comes to their rude desires.