The End Of The End [Req] by RogueDeviant7567, literature
Literature
The End Of The End [Req]
I wake up with a start; early mornings have always been my thing – I find it rather lucky that I’m able to awaken immediately. Getting out of the simple white bed, I move through the narrow doorway. Now, I’ve arrived in a slightly larger metallic box. The bunker only consisted of two rooms – a smaller bedroom and a larger ‘common’ room. Opening one of the cupboards, a countless number of green packages sift between my fingers. This is until the label of one in particular catches my eye: steak. I liberate the package from the cupboard and unceremoniously eat the salty block inside. Deciding to have a little more hope today than usual, I walk over to the small desk in the corner. On it sits a simple radio with a separate microphone. I flick the power switch on the back of the radio and am met with a green light from different parts of the radio face. The soft hue of the light radiates over the surface of my face, charging on further to fight the stronger warm light beaming from the
I was awoken by the sound of thunder echoing through the sky. I darted upwards and looked around to see everyone sleeping. We must have went home sometime when I was asleep. I slowly approached the entrance of the cave and watched the rain. I twitched a bit when the loud thunder rang in my ears.
I never was a fan of storms. They always frightened me a bit. I didn’t know that behind me, Zeal had one eye open, watching me as I looked at the forest down below. It was relaxing for the most part. I started to walk out into the rain until something grabbed my shirt and stopped. I looked behind me and saw Zeal.
I smiled a bit and waved
When I woke up, I was laying on something soft and warm. I was still mostly tired and wanted to sleep more. I had then heard a familiar voice. “Hey there Hunter. Waking up?” It said. I groaned slightly. “Ugh… Five more minutes mom…” I said with my eyes still closed. There was a brief silence before the voice spoke again. “Alright. Go back to sleep then” It said in a seemingly happy mood.
I had eventually woke up and saw that the sun was setting. “How long was I asleep?” I asked myself. I noticed that I was laying on something soft, and it was moving. I looked up to see Kryst
The iron Dragon (part 2, Dragon Soft Vore) by Wolflover2798, literature
Literature
The iron Dragon (part 2, Dragon Soft Vore)
Krystal had awoken rather early in the morning, it was still dark out. She felt that something was off so she looked around to try to find me. When she didn’t see me, she began to worry and slowly stood up, as to not wake up silvia and Zeal. She walked around looking for me. Then, she smelled it. A small hint of blood.
At this point she was panicked so she quietly woke up Zeal. “Zeal! The human is gone and I smell blood.” She whispered with worry in her voice. He sighed and slowly sat up. “I ate him. To keep him warm. He was startled and accidentally cut himself on my tooth. But he’s fine.” He whispered
The iron Dragon (part 1, Dragon Soft Vore) by Wolflover2798, literature
Literature
The iron Dragon (part 1, Dragon Soft Vore)
Today was the day that I had feared since I turned 18. My village sent out young adults to slay a dragon that plagued the village. The elder had called a meeting in the center of town. He gave his usual speech that he said when the time came. “And now! The one to have the honor to fight the Iron dragon. Will be, Hunter Atkins!” He said enthusiastically. All the color had drained from my skin.
I couldn’t even move, not an inch. After I came to my senses I began to ran. I didn’t make it very far, as I was tackled to the ground and knocked out. I awoke with a panick and quickly looked around. I was deposited somew
Watercolor - Part 1 by talesofdragonsandmen, literature
Literature
Watercolor - Part 1
Author's Note: This is the beginning of a follow-up to a previous story I've written, 'A Draconic Encounter'. If you haven't already read that one, then I suggest you go and at least try to do that, lest this story be confusing to you. Also, this story has like... blood and stuff. Tread lightly if you're sensitive to that sort of thing.
My taste buds took a particular disliking to the river's natural supply of water, even with what little of it I could get to my mouth with my hands. Sure, its taste was always laced with an unfavorable hint of earthy murk no matter what, but more obnoxiously, it was starting to tickle my tongue in a w
A Draconic Encounter by talesofdragonsandmen, literature
Literature
A Draconic Encounter
*Author's Note: This story contains elements and the act of safe, non-fatal vore. If you're not interested, or have never heard of it, I suggest you leave.
This is also my first story on this site. Any constructive criticism is welcome!
I awoke in a cold sweat, feeling sore through a good majority of my body. The first sight I expected to see was my room, being bathed in the sun of the morning's break, however I found that I was starring up at the night sky, black silhouettes at the edge of my vision. I immediately jolted upwards, shell-shocked by my bizarre new surroundings. A cold chill blew past my face as my eyes adjusted to the dar
A Draconic Reprieve (Part 5) by SaberWingz, literature
Literature
A Draconic Reprieve (Part 5)
"So... Ash told the three of you about the human," Tynder mused, tapping an unsheathed claw against the cold cavern floor. He shuffled his wings and looked over at his underling laying across from him, a scowl settling across his muzzle.
"Y-yes," Cobalt stammered, shifting uncomfortably beneath the glare. "And how protective you were of it. He claimed your fondness for a human made you unfit as our leader, and therefore we needed to..." The blue dragon paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. "...He said we needed to dispose of you and have another take your place."
"And Ash plans to use you, Clay and Br
A Lesson on Dragons (Part 2) by SaberWingz, literature
Literature
A Lesson on Dragons (Part 2)
:: DISCLAIMER :: Contains soft, non-fatal, oral vore as well as full-tour vore with NO scat (completely clean). You have been warned.
It was half-past morning when Fang awoke to the sunlight entering his cave. Raising his head, he shifted his tongue about his maw gently, checking to see if anything happened during the night. Fortunately, William had not moved; he was still asleep, cozily wrapped within the fleshy furls of the muscle. "Good morning, William," Fang said softly, slowly uncoiling his tongue from around the boy. "Today's the day."
William groaned a little bit, shifting on the tongue as he slowly began to wake.
"Did you sleep we