A rather ordinary person returns home to a rather extraordinary scenario.

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Bad Luck For The Lucky [Dragon vore]

I pressed the button on the key fob to lock my car; as I approached the house, I manoeuvred the keys around in my hand to find the one for the front door. Once I reached the door – after dropping the keys only once, nearly losing them in the darkness of the night – I unlocked and entered the residency. Venturing further into the house, nothing was out of the ordinary. I entered the kitchen and set the keys down, as well as a paper bag full of groceries.
A bone-chilling breeze on my back alerted me that the sliding glass door to the backyard was open. “Odd... I must have left that open when I left.” I quickly shut the door, curing my body of its subsequent goose-bumps and haphazard shivering.
Leaving the groceries on the bench, I decided to sit myself in front of the Tv as soon as possible. Today was a long day, it seemed to endlessly drag on. To make it worse, I looked forward to returning home the entire time – which only caused the day to grow slower. However, now that I’m finally home, I want to spend as much time doing absolutely nothing as I can.
Turning on the Tv, an Avengers movie started playing; I decided to watch it, even though I’ve seen it a countless number of times. The laziness was setting in instantly – to the point that I didn’t even feel like changing the channel. I thought back to groceries that I left on the table – pondering if I should get back up and store them away. But, I’m already stuck in position; my body refused to move, no matter how hard I attempted to will it – it stayed in a state of inertia.
I even found myself falling asleep rather quickly already. I really didn’t expect to be this worn out – to the point that I’m forced to fight off my own drowsiness. Well, my lack in training and ever increasing state of fatigue resulted in the drowsiness defeating me with ease. Leaving me in a limp condition, silently resting on the couch.
“Wh-- What the f...” I instinctively woke up due to a commotion of an unknown cause – in addition to a weird feeling of humid warmth.
My eyes opened and presented to me the most frightening and utterly terrifying sight I had ever seen. A scaly face was posted mere inches from mine, puffing warm breaths onto my own face every few seconds. It contained curious eyes and carnivorous teeth; it was coloured with a soft black.
I immediately sprang into action – sinking into the couch in an attempt to escape the creature. It seemed to be taken by surprise from my sudden movement and leaped back in a fearful response. I didn’t dare to move from my position, further examining the creature while it seemed to refrain from viciously murdering me. The rest of its body followed the same scaly-black texture; it had two neatly tucked wings on its back and sizeable tail. What the hell is a fairy-tale creature doing in my house?

“H... hello there.” The creature suddenly uttered a greeting; somehow, this didn’t startle me nearly as much as it should have. “Sorry to scare you like that-” The expression marked across the creature’s face was completely unreadable, as was its dull tone.
I flinched once more as it began an advance – in response to my sudden movement, the dragon nearly leaped again, but managed to catch itself this time. I shuddered as it reached the same awfully uncomfortable distance as before, once again I could feel it’s even breaths dissipate on the surface of my face. “Uh... sorry to scare you like that.” It reiterated, perhaps expecting me to give it a response this time.
I then realised that I had just been spectating this whole event the entire time – the only acts of movement I’ve made were involuntary jolts of fear. Maybe I should talk to it... An intrinsic war of thoughts erupted in my head, the for and against both fighting for control over my rationality – all while I offered a simple blank stare to the creature. Without me noticing, it edged closer; I watched as its eyes narrowed to focus better on the details of my face, I almost felt naked by its stare. It could know everything about me – about my body language; It could tell that I’m currently fighting with myself over how to respond, and yet I don’t even know where to begin on deciphering its facial expressions.
Then, the unthinkable happened. All in one motion from the dragon: my voice was freed, as were my arms and legs. Without any trace of a warning, the dragon had suddenly moved forward again and licked me. Licked me! What the hell is with that? “Ahh!” After a vocalised primal sound of pure terror, I clambered from the couch to my feet. Moving faster than I ever thought I could to distance myself from the creature.
“Well, that worked...” The dragon stated, rather unceremoniously.
“What are you doing in my house?” I blurted out with much of a thought given into the words – too many questions had built up as a result of my previous silence.
“Uh...” The dragon suddenly fell silent, probably formulating an answer – I could possibly tie its expression with when one awkwardly rubs the back of their neck, but I still had no clue in how to interpret its expressions. “Well, I was kind of looking for a place to stay. The reason why I’m in your house, is just because you left the back door open... I think that’s what it’s called, anyway--”
The seemingly casual nature of the creature surprised me; then again, it does have more control over the situation than I do – being a creature of far more physical strength. “You-you need to leave... please.” I was still embarrassingly timid in the presence of the creature, hardly being able to clear my throat just to speak.

“W-wait! No, I can explain it--” The dragon suddenly approached me again – raising my heart-rate from a billion to a trillion beats-per-minute, and causing me to fall back onto the wooden floor of the house.
Before I knew it, it was essentially on top of me. However, it still hadn’t made physical contact with me – apart from licking me before... The thought made me shudder, as I came to the abrupt realisation that I’d be a satisfying meal for a beast of this one’s size. “Please--!” I had no idea what I was doing – I just shouted the first plea that came to mind, which happened to not make any sense as I couldn’t even finish it.
“Woah, hey – I’m going to hurt you or anything. I just-- I could use a place to rest tonight, as I currently don’t have one of my own.” The dragon continued to persist through my clear discomfort, thoughtlessly ignoring the barriers of my personal space and maintaining its existence as close to me as possible.
My eyes were locked closed, I couldn’t even bear to look at it. I hoped – wished – that if I ignored its presence, it would go away or cease to be. I laid there in silence, only voicing the passing shudder every time I was reminded of its continued company by the breaths. Just as I thought I may have caused a loss of interest in myself from the creature, I was licked once again.
My eyes were wrenched open by action – in reply to the sustained success of this method, the creature presented its teeth in what I assumed was a grin. “Stop doing that! Please-”
The dragon seemed to ignore my words and continued its explanations in an attempt to convince me to agree. “It’ll only be tonight, I’ll be gone before you can even wake up in the morning.”
“Why are you seeking my permission? You’re far stronger than me...” I trailed off, realising it may have been a mistake giving that dragon the idea of just forcing my hand.
“Because, I have... Um, what is it again? I... jeez- I-- that’s right – because, I have modesty.” The dragon beamed at me once more in a look I could only assume was triumph.
“So... if I say yes, what’s in it for me?” I began to question if the dragon would take no for an answer. It seemed as though it would just persist until it forced me to agree, or perhaps would eventually grow bored and disregard my approval.
“Well-- pssh, that’s a good question – I didn’t think of that before. I mean, I could just say that I’ll let you live. But, that’s kinda blunt – and, I’d let you live either way. I don’t know... Do you live with anyone, or have any friends? We could have a friendly chat...” The immature nature of the dragon’s dialogue continued to baffle me. It seemed to state exactly what was on its mind – unless, of course, this was all a trick of some sort.

“Well, not dying sounds good enough to me.” I couldn’t think up a single positive of conversing with the creature – we’re completely different beings, how could we possibly hold some sort of interest in what each other has to say about a topic. Even what topic we’d choose to talk about – it just doesn’t seem probable that we’d achieve a meaningful dialogue.
“Oh! I could eat you, that sounds ~fun~!” That was it. All the i’s are dotted, and t’s crossed for my story. What’s that I hear? I think that’s my death certificate being signed. Well, I’m definitely not surviving this now. All because I had to ask the cliche ‘what’s in it for me?’ Stupid!
“What do you mean, ‘eat you’?” I was just hoping that maybe the dragon had made a mistake, and said the wrong thing. I couldn’t possibly fathom the concept of being eaten – no matter the outcome, it seemed brutally painful.
“What do you think I mean?” It was really starting to frustrate me that I couldn’t read this dragon. Maybe this is just some – albeit, sick and twisted – form of sarcasm. Yeah... It’s probably just a joke-
“You are kidding, right?” I began to shift rather uncomfortably underneath the dragon, many ruthless scenarios playing in my mind.
“What’s... kidding?” Fuck-
“Please don’t eat me. You can stay for as long as you want, I don’t care what you do to me – or the house. Just please, do not eat me – spare me the pain...” I could feel myself beginning to cry; I always thought that I’d have a somewhat strong sense of calamity in the face of death, but life always has a way of laughing in your face in the most morbid of ways.
“Oh, come on- Where’s your sense of adventure? Do you think I travel around offering this opportunity to any old person? ~At least give it a try~” An expression of horror instantly took residency over my face.
“What? ‘Offering this opportunity to any old person’? What you’re ‘offering’ is death – I don’t want to give that a try!” I began to thrash out, causing the dragon to apply pressure onto my body – successfully managing to stop me from moving with clear ease.
“Alright, you clearly don’t understand. I’ll make the decision for you, since you obviously don’t know just how special this opportunity is. Um... Don’t try to move too much, you’ll be completely fine and my teeth are sharp – so, again, try not to move-”
Funny how, just when you think things can’t ~possibly~ get any worse – they somehow manage to do just that. Before, all I had to worry about was a seemingly half-hearted and empty lick to earn my attention. Now... I’m staring down this beast’s bloody throat! There’s nothing I can do, but watch once more as it slowly eats me. Whole, too! Great... I get to experience the slow

and excruciating pain of my ~very~ soluble body coming into contact with acid – lucky me! What an ~opportunity~!
I absolutely hated the feeling of slowly being eaten by the beast; I felt every movement it made to swallow me and even continually lick me as I made it further within. I dreaded the feeling of being covered in the viscous saliva, and the process of being pulled further into its throat. The environment was so hot and overwhelming, not to mention the increasing saliva and subsequent dampening of my skin and clothes. I probably would’ve been able to appreciate – even in the slightest bit – the somewhat relaxing feeling of the whole ordeal here, but my progress toward the dragon’s stomach prevented that. Now, I found myself lying in that very place. Sure, it was warm and relatively soft – containing a slight charm in that sense. But, the ~very~ subtle thought of being mercilessly digested alive just made the experience that bit worse.
“Alright, well goodnight. I can’t wait to hear all about how much you actually enjoyed this and were wrong about me tomorrow...” I couldn’t help by release a dry laugh – this dragon couldn’t possibly be more sadistic. The only thing stopping me from screaming in disapproval and fighting for my life, was my acceptance and not wanting to give it the satisfaction before my untimely death. So, I fell asleep as well – dreading the part of tonight where I awaken in unbearable pain.
My legs and arms had the feeling of being awfully cramped – though, I couldn’t stretch them out. I opened my eyes to find that I’m still in the same dark space as I was last night. Except, there were no acid burns on my body or agonising pain – just the cramps in my limbs from being confined in here for so long. I groaned in discomfort as I found that my back, too, was in pain from my terrible posture. This noise and movement seemed to have awakened the creature, as everything suddenly came to life.
I found my feet being forced in some direction by the dragon’s body, pulling the rest of my body too. After a few more minutes of hating my existence, I found myself on the hard floor of my house again. I was drenched in some vile liquid, and terribly stiff – but, alive. Daring to open my eyes again, I found the dragon’s head once more way too close to my own.
“So, ~was I right~?”
Not wanting to start an argument, because I know I wouldn’t emerge victorious – I replied with a simple “...yes.” The dragon then removed itself from my personal-space, and I collapsed back onto the floor.
“Well, then – I’m happy that I was able to repay you for sneaking into your home.”
I suddenly thought up the worst idea that had ever had the privilege of taking residency in my mind, yet I felt the need to express it. “I wouldn’t mind if you were to... find yourself sneaking into my home again.” The words leaped out of

my mouth before I could catch them – now, I have to worry about the possibility of coming home to find a dragon... again.
“Aww, that’s very nice of you. Well, I don’t have an awful lot planned for today; my schedule is free, as I believe you would say.”
“Mine too...”
The dragon then posted itself next to me, nuzzling my face a few times. Well... that was different-