Splay the Dragon. [nsfw]

“N-no more,” Sheila stammered. She tried to claw her way out, digging her nails in for purchase, but it was no good: With every contraction of the walls, she felt herself pulled back in deeper. It was like being stuck in quicksand… or whatever she imagined being stuck in quicksand felt like. She kicked her legs in vain as her slippery prison twitched and throbbed.

“Oh, don’t say that,” giggled Deidre, “Not when I’m so close.” With a gentle push of her fingertip, she submerged Sheila once again, rolling back and squeezing tight.

“I prefer you this way, brute… You’re a perfect fit.”

Sheila was glad she’d taken a deep breath. She still wasn’t sure what happened; one minute, Deidre was underneath her, tiny frame pinned to the bed, and the next, she felt like the room was rapidly getting… bigger? Or had she gotten smaller? She was so disoriented from being sloshed around that she was having trouble parsing the events that had led her to this strange fate.

Her date now dwarfed her, and consequently she had the dawning realization that leaving this world exactly the way she came in was a distinct possibility.

Sheila felt a giant finger and thumb compress her belly as an irresistible force plucked her from the hole. Another massive hand took hold of her tail, dangling her above the fleshy chasm that had swallowed her just moments before while she gasped for air. Rivulets of slimy juice poured off of her as she blinked at her captor, whose jade saucers gazed back hungrily.

“Fancy another swim?” offered Deidre, licking her lips. Sheila shook her head vigorously.

“How do you suggest we finish up then, little brute?”

“Uh,” started Sheila unconvincingly, “Quickly?”

Deidre released her, letting her fall a short distance onto her slick mound with a soft smack. As Sheila propped herself up with her forearms, she found herself staring down a clitoris the size of a clenched fist. It swelled in anticipation, radiating heat that Sheila could feel on her cheeks.

“Go on, then,” demanded Deidre, pulling her wet skin back. “Be quick about it.”


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