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It was not supposed to have gone like this. She had a plan. A strategy. She had been ready.
Yes, it was true that her quarry was a dragon, something that even experienced heroes balked at. And yes, she was a rookie at the hero business. But she was just as skilled as those pompous buffoons who kept telling her that a "little girl" like her should just go home. And if she could take down a dragon by herself, well, that would shut them up!
And it should have been possible. Arrogance was the dragon's weakness, she had been told: the creature couldn't turn down a challenge. Make it hobble itself, and even a rookie like her could take it!
The dragon had towered over her when she entered the cave, but she had stood her ground. She had the perfect challenge in mind:
She bet the dragon that it couldn't defeat her without using its claws.
When the dragon had agreed, she had been elated; sure, it still had its sharp fangs and horns, and that thick tail looked like it could do some damage as well. But without its claws, the dragon wouldn't be able to do anything about an attack from the side; she just had to get under its guard and thrust her blade into its chest, and it would all be over.
She never got the chance.
She had watched the dragon's horns and tail, making sure to stay out of reach of either. She hadn't thought to watch its tongue. The thick muscle had wrapped around her in an instant, easily sliding beneath her defenses and yanking her off the ground. Now the dragon's long tongue pulsed and writhed around her, covering her in thick, sticky saliva. It constricted around her harder than any anaconda, forcing the air from her lungs and causing her to drop her sword and shield -- fat lot of good those had done her, anyway.
The dragon held her aloft, helpless, and she found herself looking into the dragon's eyes. The dragon looked back at her, and then the corners of its mouth curled up into a smile.
It hadn't needed to use its claws after all.
She struggled to get free, but it was no use: the slimy tongue was everywhere. Any moment now, she knew, the dragon would retract that tongue back into its mouth -- and she didn't think it was going to release her first.
It looked like the other adventurers were right: she hadn't been ready after all.
A quick little idea after seeing an art prompt of “tongue” on Reddit. I think that dragon stores all the extra fat from her meals in her tail.
Yes, it was true that her quarry was a dragon, something that even experienced heroes balked at. And yes, she was a rookie at the hero business. But she was just as skilled as those pompous buffoons who kept telling her that a "little girl" like her should just go home. And if she could take down a dragon by herself, well, that would shut them up!
And it should have been possible. Arrogance was the dragon's weakness, she had been told: the creature couldn't turn down a challenge. Make it hobble itself, and even a rookie like her could take it!
The dragon had towered over her when she entered the cave, but she had stood her ground. She had the perfect challenge in mind:
She bet the dragon that it couldn't defeat her without using its claws.
When the dragon had agreed, she had been elated; sure, it still had its sharp fangs and horns, and that thick tail looked like it could do some damage as well. But without its claws, the dragon wouldn't be able to do anything about an attack from the side; she just had to get under its guard and thrust her blade into its chest, and it would all be over.
She never got the chance.
She had watched the dragon's horns and tail, making sure to stay out of reach of either. She hadn't thought to watch its tongue. The thick muscle had wrapped around her in an instant, easily sliding beneath her defenses and yanking her off the ground. Now the dragon's long tongue pulsed and writhed around her, covering her in thick, sticky saliva. It constricted around her harder than any anaconda, forcing the air from her lungs and causing her to drop her sword and shield -- fat lot of good those had done her, anyway.
The dragon held her aloft, helpless, and she found herself looking into the dragon's eyes. The dragon looked back at her, and then the corners of its mouth curled up into a smile.
It hadn't needed to use its claws after all.
She struggled to get free, but it was no use: the slimy tongue was everywhere. Any moment now, she knew, the dragon would retract that tongue back into its mouth -- and she didn't think it was going to release her first.
It looked like the other adventurers were right: she hadn't been ready after all.
A quick little idea after seeing an art prompt of “tongue” on Reddit. I think that dragon stores all the extra fat from her meals in her tail.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 1200 x 900px
File Size 92 kB
I wonder if the other side of the story has the encouraging protagonist instead.
The dragoness kind was not well known since it has been hunted down. Though being unknown has its advantages, like the chameleon like tongue. She had tried to move far way from any civilization since those metal wearing mammals are dangerous. After years of searching she found a secluded cave to live in. Unfortunately the privacy was short lived as a armored mammal challenged her to combat. This time she would not run and start acting like a true dragon by accepting the fight.
The dragoness kind was not well known since it has been hunted down. Though being unknown has its advantages, like the chameleon like tongue. She had tried to move far way from any civilization since those metal wearing mammals are dangerous. After years of searching she found a secluded cave to live in. Unfortunately the privacy was short lived as a armored mammal challenged her to combat. This time she would not run and start acting like a true dragon by accepting the fight.
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