A Dragon’s Thanksgiving (POV Vore)

NOTES: It’s October 12th and it’s a Thanksgiving dinner for Canadians, not for the Americans (as of yet) and a dragon is expecting a dinner just like I have for every Thanksgiving day I get. For those who stumble here randomly, please read the title carefully, it contains vore. If you attempt a abusive comment, you will get blocked without a warning. Hope you enjoy.

Mini-journal: I’ve been a little lazy lately, and I haven’t done much writing because I was looking for artists on the web who’re open for commissions and such, but it doesn’t look like I can get a comic this month since a lot of them are busy. Another thing I wanna talk about is I might be able to leave my old job (again) and go straight for MT (Medical Transcription) because I type a lot. With the new job, I am hoping that I can save money for a road trip to the U.S. If the new job wouldn’t work out, I hope to God that I don’t go back the sawmill at the least. I’m sick of the sawmill industry. I like to think of myself as a “furry writer,” not a dirty stacker. Anyway, sorry for the little mini-journal, so let’s not waste any time. Enjoy and love you all.


Vanilla the dragon enters a “familiar dragon restaurant,” and as usual, nothing much has changed here. Drake and his employers are working at the tables serving the other dragons and surprisingly, Steve is not at the front table. Perhaps he is with his family celebrating this Thanksgiving. Yes, it is Monday and it is Thanksgiving today so tonight is very special for the humans and of course, the dragons as well. Vanilla picks a spot, sat down on his favourite carpet, and a mini-dragon enters the scene with a notepad on her claw.

Mini-Dragon: Welcome back Vanilla, and Happy Thanksgiving!

Vanilla: Thank you Miss. Is my “order” ready?

Mini-Dragon: Yes sir, it’s on its way now.

Vanilla: Wow, that was quick.

Mini-Dragon: Of course, you called us early in the morning remember?

Vanilla: Oh that’s right. How could I forget?

Mini-Dragon: Hehe, don’t worry about it. In fact, “he’s” here now.

With that last line said, two more miniature dragons enters with a enormous human-sized plate with a lid on it, and Vanilla seems quite anticipated to look at it with his big wet kitty lips being licked. They set it on his table in front of him, and all the Mini-Dragon could do is smile at the big kitty as she bowed before she takes her leave.

Mini-Dragon: Enjoy your Thanksgiving dinner.

Vanilla: Ohh I will…

After the small dragons leave the table, Vanilla opens up the lid, and from the prey’s point-of-view, the big white dragon glares at “you” hungrily like he just wants to get a good taste out of you.


Vanilla: Glad that you could make it “wittle one.”

You: Uhh…

Vanilla: That’s okay, all of you humans get speechless when they first meet me… *Wiggles a paw at you*

You: !!

Vanilla: Hehe, come here you!

He reaches down over to you with a giant paw and you didn’t even react quick enough to run away. He lifts you up like a small mouse and glaring at you face-to-face with those enormous yellow cat-like eyes, as he brings you close to his white fuzzy muzzle. Vanilla licked his lips in front of you and gives you a wet lick across the cheek as his paw-grasp is getting tighter. You wriggled yourself a bit from that.

Vanilla: Mmmm… You taste very good little mouse.

You: *Struggling*

Vanilla: Do not struggle, it is pointless. *Lips salivate* Well my “dinner,” I hope you enjoy the ride..

He responded with a lick across your cheek and you couldn’t help but reach that big pink nose of his and start petting him despite that you’re in his grasp for quite some time. He purred and nuzzled you while he continues to purr like a giant motorbike. Eventually after a few petting, he hangs you up above his muzzle, and then opens up his enormous wet slimy maw from underneath You. From your point-of-view, his mouth is huge, and it looks like a bottomless pit! He tangles you back and forth teasingly like a helpless mouse and then he drops you into his dragon mouth. His jaws close right behind you as you turned around, and from there, everything went dark, it’s sticky, slimy, the cat’s mouse is massive as the tongue is filled with pool-filled saliva, and it is tasting all of my flavour on you. You are tossed and turned from the wet tongue bouncing you around like a plaything so you hardly know what’s going on around you until you stare at the dragon’s tunnel-like esophagus in front of you.

After getting all of that flavour out you, the dragon’s tongue tilts up higher and you slide down the tongue like a waterslide and fell right into the wet fleshy tunnel until you felt yourself being swallowed up whole and everything went dark as you slide down the dragon’s throat slowly as the tunnels push you down.

Vanilla licked his lips and rubbed his tummy with a paw as it made a small “plop” as most likely you landed in there safely. His big belly wobbled a bit while you squirm yourself inside and inside the belly, it is filled with saliva pools and you’re all covered in it. You are trapped inside the dragon’s stomach, and you felt the walls pushing around you but comfortably. Your eyes start to blacken, and you’re getting sleepy from all of the belly-walls breathing around you, and then you closed your eyes. You are sleeping like a caterpie, and the dragon’s tummy is breathing heavily. The story ends with a happy satisfied dragon and you can hear his tummy sloshing with a paw on it for every breath.

Vanilla: Happy Thanksgiving.

FIN


Hope you enjoyed this little story.