Dragon Vore Part 4
Main Characters: John and Sandra
Secondary Characters: Ben and Gertrude
Warning: This contains soft dragon vore, a transformation, and slight nudity.

John's eyes closed for a few seconds and then reopened. Closed and reopened again. He was dozing. He gave himself a few small slaps to wake himself, but it did little to stop the debt that he owed to his tired body. John has had many problems sleeping ever since they came to this town. It wasn't the fact that his bed was uncomfortable, it was because his dreams were what usually deprived him of rest. Sometimes they were of home, sometimes they were of family, but more often than not they were of… her. John tried to block the thoughts out of his brain, however they inevitably wormed their way into his consciousness. Her… John and Ben had discussed their equally strange experiences with the black dragon. Through Ben, John also discovered that she called herself Sandra, a proper introduction that John had never received. Both times she acted in relatively the same manner… oddly. She wasn't some bloodthirsty monster rampaging across the countryside. The dragon had simply "eaten" them, spat them out afterwards and flew off.

John was placing some books on a rickety, overstocked bookshelf. The thing wobbled as he placed the books in their respective categories: Myths, Geography and Wilderness survival. John knew that if the shelf toppled over he would be the one stuck picking them back up, repairing the bookshelf and replacing the books to where they were before. Thankfully the wobbly contraption withstood the extra weight as John placed the final book entitled "The Stone City" in its proper place.

He left this section of the library and began to walk towards the front desk. His boss, Gertrude, was the incarnation of the senior citizen stereotype. He was grumpy, noisy, intolerable and depressing to be around. John knew that Gertrude didn't like him much, or anyone else for that matter, fortunately there was one characteristic that John couldn't help to admire. Gertrude always tried to answer any question asked of him to his greatest potential. John thought a moment before asking him something that plagued his mind. How would he react? Will he tell me something I don't already know?

"Gertrude…" The old librarian turned towards the sleep deprived John. "Yeah." "Do dragons exist?" Gertrude rubbed his stubby chin thoughtfully, "Think so, wouldn't be able to tell ya honestly since I've never seen one myself." "Well, if they do exist how do you think they would behave." Gertrude rubbed his chin again, "Kid I don't know. I ain't the kind of guy that pays much thought to such things." "Do you think they would eat people?" "Probably, if you believe the stories that ma's tell their children to convince them not to walk outside during the night." "Would they swallow people whole?" "John! Why the hell you asking me these weird questions? It don't feel right talking about these things." John rubbed his temple and sighed, "Sorry Gertrude." "Not sleeping right?" "What do you mean?" "Come on kid, I'm old not blind. I know you've been dozing on the job and I don't like it. Tell you what. If you work extra hard tomorrow I'll let you off the hook right now." "Are you sure?" Gertrude crossed his arms, "Take it or leave it." "Fine." "Don't you dare be late boy!" John quickly made his way out of the library grateful that he was able to escape Gertrude's wrath today.

John walked out into the dusty streets of the town. Some people walked past as he observed the primitive homes of these other-worlders, a sort of mix between the dusty buildings of the old west and medieval structures, an assemblage of stone and wood. A wagon raced past him which lifted a heavy dirt cloud right into John's direction. John covered his face with his right arm and coughed as the constricting particles entered his nose and mouth. John sighed then began his walk towards The Platinum River.

After about 10 minutes, John began to hear a commotion up ahead. It sounded like an argument or a fight. He quickened his pace and arrived before a half-circle of curious onlookers. He pushed his way past the people and observed the latest attraction. The action took place in front of another inn. A guardsman armed with a pike was trying to calm down the nerves of an old, violent drunk using two broken bottles as weapons. "One step and I gut you, heathen!", the drunk screamed at the guardsman. "Just calm down. Everything will be alright.", the guardsman spoke politely, but he was clearly exasperated by the situation. "Don't try to silence the voice of truth ingrate! When those giant infernos of death come swooping down on our cities and burn for the sake of burning! When they pillage town after town! When they devour your children and laugh while doing it! When their roars split the very air! You'll remember the man who warned y'all of the coming madness."

John contemplated the man's words trying to discern what he meant, "Giant infernos of death? When their roars split the air?" John thought and his mind slowly drifted towards the only creature he knew that would come close to that description, "Do you mean dragons, old man?" John had stepped forward to ask him directly, the drunk turned to stare at him, "Yes, my boy. With teeth and claws always clawing, always biting and burning." "You're wrong." "Oh really? Enlighten me then boy." "History has proven that the real monsters has, is and always will be other humans." The old man's face turned into a twisted hate-filled sneer, "You dare point the finger at your fellow man you stupid, inexperienced brat?!" "I may be young, but at least I think, listen and observe what's around me. Something that you seem to be completely incapable of accomplishing." "I'll show you what I can accomplish!" The old man screamed a hellish screech as he lunged at the defiant half-wit.

John's reaction was immediate as the drunk began to charge, screaming bloody murder. He bent down and launched himself directly towards the old man's abdomen. As they connected momentum allowed John to push the drunk to the ground. The man's surprise was obvious as he released his improvised weapons at the point of impact. The moment they hit the ground John went about pinning the man's arms and legs; a task made difficult as the drunk began thrashing around as best as he could while shouting profanities at his aggressor. As they struggled, the guardsman who had been standing idly by had made his first move and rushed to help John wrestle the crazed man. Eventually their opponent's struggles slowed and became more sluggish as his body began to betray him. The guardsman pulled out a rope as John flipped the old man over and quickly tied his adversary's hands together. "Thanks kid, this guy is tougher than he seems." "I see what you mean; hope that he pulls himself together afterwards." The guardsman lifted his prisoner up and escorted him away. John sighed and shook his head pitifully before continuing on his way, to the amazement of the onlookers, towards The Platinum River.

As he approached the doors to the inn a woman stepped outside. She was wearing a black half-robe with red leather shoes, brilliant strawberry hair and deep black spectacles. The two crossed each other, "Good day.", the woman said. "Good day to you as well.", he replied. It was rare that John was greeted on the street and he gave a small smile to the friendly woman. She smiled back and walked past him to go about her business. However, John saw something. In the corner of his eye; at the very edge of his awareness. Under the woman's spectacles, John could've sworn he saw a large red eye. He turned around and saw the woman walk past into the busy crowds. "No. It can't be.", John thought. His curiosity got the best of him as he soon found himself following the red-haired girl to the town outskirts and inevitably to the forest's edge. As she neared the edge of the forest, John took his boots off, knowing that if she really was a dragon then her sense of hearing would be better than a human's and so he had to make the least amount of sound possible. John was silent as a ghost as he followed the black robed woman.

After 25 minutes, Sandra stopped within one of the clearings. John dashed behind a tree to hide himself and leaned out just enough for him to observe her. Sandra gazed up at the last vestiges of sunlight as it's source plunged under the reflective body of the horizon. She took her spectacles off and placed them in her right pocket. After a moment, she took her shoes off, untied the brown cord around her waist and removed her robe. John's eyes widened with reluctant admiration. Even in her human form Sandra's beauty was undeniable as she tossed her robe aside. With as much grace as before Sandra leaned down on all fours and closed her eyes. For a few seconds nothing happened. Then she lurched and she emitted a forced grunt. "Wait, is she actually going to…", John thought before it was interrupted by another lurch and a grunt. On the third lurch, Phil heard a snapping sound and saw one of her shoulders seem to pop out of its socket and expand. Her mouth opened and closed with increased rapidity and her eyes glared with wild ferocity. Her teeth began to elongate and sharpen into fangs. Her face stretched and her hair seemed to disappear as two large horns began growing out of her head as well as her long tail began to sprout out behind her. A pair of large leathery sheets seemed to push out from her back as her skin took on a pitch black tone. Her body contorted and her fingernails molded into long sharp claws. Within minutes Sandra had taken her true form, a large, magnificent, red-eyed black scaled dragon. She uttered a mighty roar as her transformation completed.

John could only stare with amazement as she transformed. He had held his boots with such force that his knuckles had begun to turn white. As Sandra roared, John quickly realized how fortunate he was to be this close to such an amazing creature and smiled to himself. Where he comes from the closest thing you could get to meeting a dragon was if you imagined it.

Sandra let out a long, satisfied breath. Although being a human was interesting she always preferred being herself. She was a dragon after all. Sandra braced herself to take off when her nose caught something. "But of what?", She thought. Sandra flexed her nostrils to take in the scent. "Human… It's familiar…" Then a small mental click as Sandra connected the dots. "John… You're nearby too."

John saw the dragon lower her head to the ground and begin sniffing. He ducked back behind his cover and closed his eyes. "Okay that is Sandra. I'll wait until she flies off before I make my way back." He heard some loud, heavy footsteps approaching. "She hasn't detected me. I'll wait until…" "Hello John." He opened his eyes and gazed directly into Sandra's smug face. He gave a surprised huffing sound, dropped his boots and immediately sprinted in the opposite direction; straight into her outstretched tail which immediately coiled around him. He tried to struggle but the strength of an 18 year-old librarian's assistant was no match for the dragon's tail.

Sandra pulled him inches away from her face, "Little John, I do congratulate you for your improving stalking skills." John said nothing unsure how to accept her compliment. "It has been quite some time since last we did this, correct?" John again made no move. Sandra opened her maw and stroked her tongue across John's cheek, however she stopped shortly afterwards. "No. I don't want this to be as quick as last time. I want it to last this time." She placed her tail right above an open claw and uncurled it enough to allow John to fall in. Locked inside his new prison, John was helpless against her natural strength as she picked up her robe and launched herself into the air. John felt the weightlessness as he was carried into the air. He never really minded flying although he did know some people that were deathly afraid of flying. He opened his eyes to the landscape below him and saw that they were headed towards the rocky plateau that Ben had described a few days ago. Something that Ben forgot to mention was a large cave entrance, presumably the dragon's home, set into the mountainside.

Sandra glided gracefully onto the platform and placed her accessories in a neat little pile nearby. She then turned her attention to her latest catch and revealed a large, toothy grin. "Sandra…" "Oh, you know my name then? I see Ben has been a little open-minded about his little 'adventure' with me." "Why are you doing this anyway? I doubt that all dragons do this." "Partly because I can, mostly because I want to. Now." Sandra placed her claw on the ground pinning John with it and approached him slowly. She began to sniff then lick. John's thoughts raced. He began to think about that old man that he had encountered earlier. His message of hate seemed to entrench itself in his mind and began to suck all his attention. "Giant infernos of death! Roars split the air!" He felt something stir inside his chest. Coiling around his heart getting bigger… bigger… wanting to get out… let it out… let it out… "GET YOUR DAMN CLAW OFF ME MONSTER!" Sandra stopped licking. She lifted her claw and John lifted himself off the ground, relaxed now that his anger had left his body. He looked up and saw Sandra with a look of utter horror on her face. She stared off into the distance then turned herself around and made her way inside of the cave.

John contemplated what had just happened. Did she let him go? He glanced at the rocky walkway on the edge of the plateau. He could escape right now if he wanted to. But, something didn't feel right, something felt very wrong. He glanced back at the cavern. He felt worry for the dragon, that look… It terrified him. John knew that he had hurt her. He was just so angry all of a sudden… Mustering his courage, he marched back towards Sandra's home.

John entered the darkened cave expecting Sandra's piercing red eyes to gaze into him, but Sandra had her back turned. "Sandra?" Sandra turned her massive head around, anger and sorrow apparent on her face. "Why? Why do you all act the same? Why do you all hate me so much? Why am I always the monster?" John gave no response. "I never hurt any of you! Never! Yet I am still just an animal! Just another creature needed to be hunted and killed! Go ahead! Go ahead and tell everybody where I am so that they can come with all their might and fury and cut me down! Maybe this time I won't run away! Maybe I'll let them slit my throat this time!" Sandra gritted her teeth in rage. John took a step forward, however he stopped as Sandra gave an enraged hiss. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Sandra panted, her emotions spent. "Leave me alone…" She sat down and allowed her sorrow to overcome her as tears began to run down her muzzle. She turned her head back to its original position and covered her face with one of her claws.

John stared at the broken dragon with pity and guilt. A heavy weight seemed to burden his very soul. She hadn't hurt him, but he had destroyed her. John observed Sandra as she let her misery fill the cavern and before too long John began to cry as well. John stepped forward, filled with too much grief to care about what she might do to him or allow fear to halt him. He outstretched his arms and wrapped them as best as he could around her mighty chest.

Sandra felt a light, comforting sensation on her chest. She removed her claw from her face and opened her eyes to see what it was. It was John. He was crying too and… hugging her? Was he showing concern? Maybe even… compassion? For a moment, Sandra did not know how to react. Very few had shown her such gestures of kindness. She hesitated for a second then gently wrapped her right arm around the small human and returned his hug. They continued to cry together as they shared in each other's sadness…

Minutes felt like hours for the two occupants of the cave. Eventually though the tears began to dry up, unable to continue birthing from their sorrow. Sandra loosened her arm a bit allowing John to back up. They stared at each other, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.", John said between bouts of sniffing. Sandra downcast her eyes, humbled by the sincerity in John's voice, "I know John. I'm sorry too." "For what? You did nothing wrong. I was the monster not you." "John it's okay." "No! It's not okay. I need to prove to you that I am sorry. Show you that I trust you. Open your mouth." "What?" "Please, I know this is what you wanted when you brought me here. Please, let me prove that I care." Sandra was completely dumbfounded. Was he begging her? Sandra lowered her muzzle to eye-level with John then slowly opened her maw and licked him across his face. John leaned forward and placed his head gently on her tongue. She had many "prey" in her life. All were, understandably, unwilling since they believed she was going to kill them. This was the very first time that someone not only wanted her to do it, but who also gave her permission. She wrapped her tongue around John's chest and pulled him in. Her hungry maw accepted the human eagerly as he easily slid inside. She began to lick, suck and savour every last bit of John's body. John also began to move around a bit as well making it all the more pleasurable for her. For a long moment her misery was completely overshadowed by a sense of unmatched pleasure. For several minutes she simply enjoyed the sensation of the human writhing around in her mouth until she began to bring him towards her throat. She swallowed once, twice and John slowly slid down her throat into her stomach.

When John began losing sleep over his obsessive thoughts over the black dragon, they weren't thoughts of fear or rage, but thoughts of longing and impatience. He never told Ben, but unlike him John had actually enjoyed the sensation of being swallowed alive. Something about her hot breath, her rhythmic heart beat or even her great warmth appealed to John. He had hoped to find her again so that they could share the experience together once again.

As he slid into the familiar atmosphere of the dragon's stomach, John immediately leaned up against the wall of her stomach and began to rub them causing Sandra to purr in satisfaction. "I'm sorry Sandra. Can you please forgive me?", John said to himself. "I forgive you John." John was shocked that he could still hear Sandra's voice. He sat down and began to cry. However, these were not tears of sadness, but of joy. A big smile crossed his face. Perhaps everything will turn out alright after all?

"John, go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning." "Alright just don't forget to let me out okay." She felt the human relax inside her and smiled, her negative emotions having been banished. "John…" "Yeah?" "Thank you." Sandra curled her head and tail in a cat-like fashion and her large red eyes vanished beneath her eyelids as she fell asleep.

End of Part 4

Part 4 of my Watcher in Shadow series. Poor Sandra...