Velendor, Pultzi, Lenor, and Wolfy are all excited for their D&D session, hosted by a dragon-hybrid… However, none of them realize how hungry she is, and that their character’s deaths will lead to their real-life digestion~ This story is 11k words long, so read the kinks included and prepare for an epic tale~

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This story contains: FxM, FxF, betrayal, unwilling vore, digestion, disposal, oral vore, anal vore, unbirthing, soul vore, snuff, penetration, dragon pred~
TEASER Word Count: 4064
Full Story Word Count: 11,852

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	The sun slowly set outside the abode of Tiana and Velendor as evening swept across the landscape. No daylight shone through the large windows of their house anymore; now, the living room where they resided was lit by only the warm light of a few lantern-shaped lamps, and the hot glow of a burning fireplace. 

	It was Dungeons & Dragons night, hosted by Velendor and Tiana, with Tiana, as usual, being the dungeon master. They weren’t necessarily going all-out, but the two had done their part to set the mood well, and it was certainly working. Though for now, the group was taking a bit of a break; the dungeon master’s seat was empty, with the DM’s screen up to hide everything that lay behind it. The four other players were all respectful of the privacy; they’d been invested in this campaign for many sessions now, and they certainly didn’t want to spoil the ending. The screen, which had multiple technicolored dragons printed on it in a very renaissance-inspired piece of art, hid from sight pages of notes, colorful sets of dice, and a number of charts and tables of important info for a dungeon master to know. 

	The four remaining chatted idly as they awaited the return of their storyteller to continue the session. The comfortable wooden seats were filled by Wolfy the wolf, Lenor the anthro-dragon, Pultzi, who was a mix between a dragon and a wolf, and a more classical black dragon, Velendor, one of the two inhabitants of the household. It was quite literally a very colorful cast; everyone was around the same height and size, except for Velendor, who was more than twice the size of any of them. The three smaller players seemed to be quite lively with their conversation, but the black dragon held back a bit, a nearly imperceptible blush on his face. The whole game, he’d seemed a bit nervous, but in an excited way… But he wouldn’t let on what he was anticipating. The others had just assumed he had some plans for his character, but only he and Tiana knew that was not the reason.

	Every player had dressed up a bit, so that they’d look a little like their characters - their costumes had slowly grown more elaborate with each session, as they all picked up more and more pieces to assemble them. Velendor, though being a feral, had dressed in a way that resembled clothing the best he could. His outfit resembled that of a wizard, with black and red robes that complimented his scales nicely, and a wooden staff leaning against his chair. On the table, on top of his character sheet, was a small treasure chest; usually, he used it to store his dice, but in the game, it was an item his character actually possessed. It could be used to trap the souls of the fallen. For what purpose, nobody was quite sure, but they all assumed it would be important eventually. 

	Sitting next to Velendor was Lenor, an anthro dragon with red scales and silver highlights. In real life, he was likely the most fantastical out of every player, with silver wings and horns and a long tail with a split end. However, he also struggled the most to stay in character. He played a halfling bard, ironically so, considering, of the three more smaller players, he was the tallest at 6’ (compared to Pultzi, who has only 4’2). The anthro-dragon wore some bard clothes with a lute strapped to his back, making him look like he’d just come from a renaissance fair. 

	To his right was Pultzi, the dragon wolf, also a feral. In the game, he was playing a paladin, with his race being a species of hybrids who got their physical appearance from breeding with other races. His character hoped to rid the world of the evil members of his species, as they often tended to be predatory in nature. As he talked, he fiddled with his dice; his character sheet was filled with information and detail, and he had even taken plenty of notes as the game went on. He was the most enthusiastic of all of them, besides maybe the dungeon master herself - he’d been loving the game from the beginning, and he would keep loving it until the end. He’d even had custom armor made to resemble what his character wore; he wasn’t fully armored-up necessarily, just wearing about half of a full set, but it more than did the job. It was reflective and shiny, polished well, made of steel that had been painted and polished to shine like silver.

	And then, there was Wolfy, a grey wolf who played a barbarian in-game. She was dressed in a vicious outfit made from pink fur and leather, including pink face paint. Although she was a gentle wolf outside of the game, in character, she played the role of the barbarian well, and her costume didn’t disappoint. 

	Time kept going; the conversation never died down, but the DM’s lack of presence was felt. With a calm smile on his face, Lenor turned to Velendor, putting his chin on his hands. “Your girlfriend is taking a while… is she alright in there? I’m starting to get worried we’ve lost our DM.” The two of them had been close friends for years - they were probably the closest of anyone at that table. 

	“Umm…” Velendor seemed to be a bit bashful at these words; of course, he knew exactly why his lover was taking so long in the bathroom… “She’s probably just fixing up her costume, she’ll be back any moment now.”

	“I’m back~ Sorry I was gone for so long.” A deep female voice echoed through the large living space, as the shadow of a large figure approached the living room. 

	Tiana stepped into the warm glow of the fire, fully showing off her body and her costume. She was more massive than any of them, nearly 14’ feet. She had the stature of a long dragon, the body of a chocolatey-brown ferret, and the antlers of a deer; her eyes were a glowing emerald, holding the power of the dungeon master inside their bright, cold glow. She smiled in a smirking fashion as she took her very large seat, still towering over each player, even Velendor. 

	Seeing her inside that house really put it into perspective; for the smaller players, the house was a dwelling fit for giants. Everything in it was huge, made to accommodate the 12’ Velendor and 13.5’ Tiana. The ceiling stretched 15 feet into the air, many of the seats were double the width of a normal seat, the fireplace and everything in the kitchen was so tall the others could barely see over them, it was like they were ants entering a mouse’s home. Even the bathroom was fittingly sized, making it particularly difficult to use for the guests. 

	Tiana’s tail tip lightly tapped against the carpet. Although she was the dungeon master, today, she was playing herself as a character in the campaign, and she’d dressed accordingly. Her character was an evil sorcerer queen, the final boss that the whole adventure had been leading up to, and she was the same race as Pultzi’s character, one of the many more predatory, evil members of that species. In real life, she was dressed in a stunning, velvet, maroon cape, with a golden chain holding it around her neck, all sized to match her stature. On her head was a crown of real thorns. She wasn’t messing around today; it was time for the final match… and she wasn’t going to take any prisoners. Or at least, her character wasn’t. 

	She shared a very quick kiss with Velendor, before turning to the party as a whole. “Is everyone ready to continue?”

	A chorus of affirmative responses spouted from the four players. They all looked attentively to the dungeon master as she scanned her notes, though she’d long committed what she was about to say to her memory. “Where we left off, you’d just defeated a horde of the undead. You’re all a bit bruised and battered, but after a short rest, you’ve chosen to set off, and face the heart of the problem…” She glared at them all and wore a sharp smile. “The villain you’ve waited so long to face, the sorcerer queen, waits beyond the doors to her throne room. What do you do?”

	“Push them open and run in!” Wolfy immediately said, eyes glimmering with excitement. “I hold my hammer at the ready to attack!”

	Pultzi laughed. “I follow behind her.”

	“As do I,” Lenor tacked on, and…

	“M-me, too,” Velendor quickly interjected. The black dragon’s tail was swaying behind his chair; he hid that from the rest of them, though. They didn’t need to know why he was excited.

“Alright then,” Tiana continued her narration. “You throw the double doors open, to find a gigantic throne room. A long, red carpet stretches from the door to the throne, piles of gold and treasure against the back wall. On a large, velvet seat sits…” Tiana brought her paw up to her neck, tracing it to her chin. “The queen, who resembles myself~ She towers over each one of you, sitting back with an almost lazy, relaxed, calm demeanor, tapping her claws on the chair’s golden armrests. She wears a villainous smile; her eyes glow with contempt and wicked magic. You can feel an air of death and destruction around her, an oppressive atmosphere from simply being in her presence. Only torchlight reveals her to you, but the room is mostly dark. However, as you get closer, you can see, in detail… drool, dripping from her lips, as they curl into a smirk. She looks hungry, and the glare in her eyes sees four filling meals who have just walked right in to meet her~”

Wolfy’s face, in particular, got very red as she heard that description, her wolf tail beginning to wag, though her eyes tilted in determination. Pultzi and Lenor lacked any sign of attraction to the described appearance, rather focusing more on how they were going to take her down - it was going to be their hardest fight yet. “Be careful, everyone,” Pultzi spoke. “She could easily TPK us…”

And Velendor’s tail just moevd a little faster… finally, it was time. 

Tiana raised her paws, drawing the party’s attention back. Her lips, in real life, seemed to gleam with the slightest bit of saliva on them; she spared no expense at getting into character. “She hungrily licks her lips, straightening her back. She speaks.”

The four adventurers looked on toward the queen; everyone deeply sank into their characters. The queen spoke, still rhythmically tapping her fingers. “So, you’ve finally come to challenge me, have you~? I’ve had my eye on you all from the very beginning… I knew you’d one day be a threat. But never could I have been so lucky as to have you all come right to me.” She raised her fingers, and curled them into a fist. “How lucky I am… that I can finally end the lives of the four most annoying pests I’ve dealt with before. You will not leave here alive!” She suddenly stood, a gust of dark magic blowing from her where she stood, a purplish fog spreading at the heroes’ feet. The doors slammed shut; they didn’t need to check to know they wouldn’t be opening again. 

Tiana picked up a 20-sided die. “Time to roll for initiative~ You better hope it’s good, you’re all going to need any advantage you can get.”

They all did so; dice clacked against the wooden table. Everyone sounded out with their numbers. 

“Seven,” Velendor quickly stated.

“Eleven,” from Lenor, his voice having a nervous curl. 

“Nine!” said Wolfy, excited, maybe a little too much.

“Ah, twenty-four!” Pultzi said, with confidence and bravado. “My initiative bonus is pretty high now!”

Tiana rolled. “Ah, that’ll be a twenty-two for the sorcerer. Pultzi, you go first. How do you want to begin?”

“Nice!” Just what they needed, going first would give the players a heavy advantage in the coming fight. And truly, as Tiana said, they’d need it - in a campaign like this, even a single battle gone wrong could lead to disaster for the characters they’d grown to love. 

This was even more perfect for Pultzi. His character, being the same species as the sorcerer, had always felt a need to purge her from this world, to rid themselves of this evil scourage from their species. It was his responsibility to take her down, so he’d make the first move.

The paladin raised a longsword, a long blade of silver, glowing with a magical enhancement that would cause it to deal more damage and hit more often. Still, that wasn’t going to make this easy. Rushing right into an attack could very well be to their detriment. However, none of the members of the party knew how difficult it would be to hit their enemy, and how much damage it would take to take them down. He studied his opponent, and made his decision. 

He leapt forward, running at a full sprint toward the queen. Somebody had to take the first strike; it would give them all a good idea of just how difficult it would be to take her down. Plus, if she was going to attack anyone, he was the best target - his armor would protect him well. He slashed his sword right at the neck of the villainous queen as she sat in her chair, the paladin letting out a battle cry. And then…

“Make an attack roll,” Tiana commanded. Pultzi had made a physical swing in real life, showing his clear excitement; he was as in character as he’d ever been.

	Pultzi’s die rolled out of his hand, clacking onto the table, every party member’s eyes glued to the number that eventually popped up. “Damn it… It’s a natural one.” Pultzi looked crestfallen; she’d gotten the worst possible outcome. Still, she asked… “With my modifier, that’s a nine… does it hit?”

	Tiana chuckled condescendingly. “I’m afraid it does not.”

	The sword slashed right toward the sorcerer. It looked like it was a guaranteed hit, but just as it connected with her fur… her body vanished into smoke, and reformed behind the paladin. The courageous warrior instead felt his sword clang against the golden handrest. He quickly realized what had happened, turning and reclaiming his battle stance, but he couldn’t help but admit, it was not a good start. Such a well-aimed attack had missed? And now, he was separated from the rest of the party… 

	Even worse, it seemed he’d breathed in some of the smoke left behind, as now, his body felt stiff and cold. Was it some sort of magical smoke? It left him with a lingering mental sense of unease, and it made his body ache. 

	“You take five psychic damage. Not that it’s going to matter much…” she added, under her breath. “Is that the end of your turn?” Tiana asked, smoothly and slyly rolling a die around in her finger. 

	Pultzi marked down his health and scanned his character sheet, desperate to see something he’d forgotten about, some skill that would give him a second attack or at least some extra option to defend, but, alas, it wasn’t worth casting a spell with his limited number of spell slots now. His health was high; he would be fine. Though he couldn’t help but feel a little sense of foreboding worry as he shook his head. “That’s the end of my turn.” 

	“Right then. Next is the sorcerer queen~” Tiana gave another wicked little laugh, and described the scene…

	The sorcerer moved slowly, carefully walking toward the paladin… and yet, every movement she made felt odd and dark, like she was stepping in five different directions at once, like she’d managed to surround him with an army of death, even though she was the only enemy in that room. Even as she crept toward him, Pultzi was frozen in place, a cold fear reaching deep into his skin, under his armor, making the paws holding his sword shake. Still, his knees did not buckle… but he knew he would not come out of this encounter unscathed. 

	“She’s going to take a legendary action, by the name of… well, it’ll be obvious in a moment.” Tiana dragged her tongue across her lips; it was like she was the sorcerer herself. They did resemble each other, both in demeanor and appearance. “The sorcerer’s tail…”

	The sorcerer’s tail slithered toward the paladin; he watched it close, his eyes trained on it, but he felt woozy, his vision getting blurry as it got closer. That smoke wasn’t doing anything good for him… still, he could handle being hit with a tail. He braced himself, and…

	Tiana rolled a die. “Does a 27 hit?”

	“Of course it does,” Pultzi said, his voice showing his clear worry. For a roll on a 20-sided die, that was not a good sign…

	The sorcerer’s tail snaked between his legs, reaching around his back and grabbing him by his own tail. Suddenly, the valiant hero was hoisted up into the air, his sword clanging to the ground beneath him as he hung upside down, slowly being lifted higher. He immediately began to struggle and squirm, kicking his legs against the tail, but the queen was unflinching. She hissed and smiled wider, her eyes narrowing. “Lucky me,” she said. “My first meal, being a powerful, magical paladin… when I absorb your power, the rest of your party won’t stand a chance against me~”

	“Let me go, you fiend!!” He shouted, struggling as hard as he could, as he was dangled above the sorcerer’s head.

	She looked up at him with another hungry stare, and laughed at his vain attempt to escape. “Such a shame, to come so far, only to face such a quick end. Say goodbye to your friends… you’re going to feel great in my stomach~”

	“Y-your what!?”

	The sorcerer’s lips crept open; her maw showed itself in its full scale. It was massive, stretching far wider than even a dragon’s, like it was made for this. Drool dripped and dribbled between her sharp teeth; her breath, hot, steamy, and tingling with dark magical energy, bathed the wolf as he was slowly lowered. It was so humid… he swore he could see it rising from her throat like smoke, wetting his fur… Though he was about to get far more wet than this.

	He looked into the darkness of her insides; a one-way trip… if he was put in that mouth, and swallowed down, his character was almost certainly doomed. Without his sword, he couldn’t cut his way out, and his magic was useless without a physical weapon. He struggled still, hoping he could escape by some miracle, but as he was lowered, he realized it was useless. 

The tongue came out, cradling his chin… and his head was encased by the wet, drool-covered lips of the sorcerer. 

	The players at the table were all stunned. Pultzi was panicked, not being given even a single opportunity to escape, even as his character struggled. If he hadn’t rolled that natural one, he might’ve been able to hold onto that sword… Even if this was the final battle, he was very committed and attached to his character - he couldn’t let him die so easily, and getting swallowed and digested would be a very quick and painful way to go out. 

	“Make a dexterity saving roll, Pultzi. Careful - if you fail this, well… it isn’t going to be good~” The DM smiled with her teeth, raising her tail behind her. 

	And, as Pultzi picked up his die, he couldn’t help but notice… Wolfy was absolutely lost. The wolf girl was entranced beyond belief; every detailed description from the DM’s mouth, every little bit of that description of the sorcerer’s mouth, matched with Tiana’s own hungry tone… It made Wolfy feel intensely hot. Her whole face was red; she covered her mouth with her paws, which she huffed against. Her tail wagged like a puppy behind her. 

	“I’m starting to wonder whether or not you’d prefer to see my character get eaten,” Pultzi joked, though the direness of the situation for him made it hard for his tone to come off light. 

	“O-oh, s-sorry,” Wolfy said, a bit embarrassed. “Just… can’t help myself. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to get you out!” 

	“I hope you can.” His hopes really were not high… His dice tumbled across the wooden table. He gritted his teeth. “Seven…” 

	Tiana narrated, “You watch, as…”

	The other adventurers could only watch in horror as their friend, their shining beacon of hope, the paladin who had been their leader and the most brave of them all… disappeared, head-first, into the sorcerer’s body. GULP… GULP… GULP… she pushed him down with her tail, every loud gulping noise inching him further, her throat bulging out with his large body. Until finally… only his tail remained, shivering… and it, too, slipped between her teeth. 

	GLRK!!

	The paladin was swallowed… and soon, the sounds of gurgling followed.

	“Shit,” Pultzi said, though he wasn’t totally angry - he was still fully engaged with the action. “Well, I’m not necessarily dead yet… But you guys better save me! Am I taking damage, DM?”

	Tiana leaned down a bit, putting her chin in one of her paws. “Oh, yes, you are~”

	“Um, well, how mu— woah!!”

	Tiana had been sneaking her tail under the table as Pulzi spoke… and now, she grabbed him by his own tail, just as she had in game. In a matter of moments, he was dragged underneath the table, then up into the air, over top of her, dangling like a mouse held in a mouse trap. Tiana’s tail was coiled very tightly…

	Pultzi didn’t fight back too hard, at first; he was a bit panicked from the sudden movement, but surely, Tiana was just doing a little roleplay. They were acting the scene out, since it was the finale of the campaign. It made sense, even if it was a little freaky. Though, he did struggle a little; that was in character, after all. But he didn’t really know what to say; he waited for his dungeon master to make a comment, but all she did was open her mouth…

	It stretched just like how she’d described… tons of drool and saliva… her fleshy walls were absolutely drenched in it. And her maw, well, it really was huge… as was her throat… His eyes widened at the scary sight. Stay in character… he thought to himself, continuing to struggle a bit, but even he had to think this might’ve been a bit too far. 

	But before he had a chance to say anything…

	Tiana lowered him into her mouth…

	And clasped her lips around his head. 

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