Morning Wish

"And are you sure this is what you want, dear?" Violet's voice was direct, precise, but gentle. Calico sensed she was choosing her words with the utmost consideration. "I wouldn't want to send you into a panic."

"Yes, of course, yes," Calico said. She nodded her head vigorously, as if enthusiastically proving her point. "Taking me away like that, it would be a dream come true."

"Very well. Then it shall be so."

The dragoness drew her hands together and arose, towering over Calico's body. Green eyes gazed below as cat-slit pupils contemplated their discussion carefully. Violet's face was adorned with scales, they draped across the edges of her body, giving her a draconic look even in her more humanoid form. Purple and pristine, her dragon flesh complimented the double horns on her head and the purple jewelry across her forehead. An ancient and timeless nature, Calico thought.

Still, Calico's eyes wandered, and she thought about the muscles underneath Violet's black cloak. Muscles so powerful, so immense. How they made the empress' scales ripple whenever she flexed, revealing her sheer strength and finesse. Underneath Violet's long black cloak, those abs. Perfectly made, perfectly trained, perfectly designed, protecting the dual stomachs Violet used to torture and churn her tiny prey. Calico often envisioned what it would be like to be on the other side of such a perfect belly, becoming one with her draconic lover.

One with her, yes. On the other side.

That belly. Just imagine. Squirming and wriggling inside Violet's first stomach, hearing the dragoness moan. Calico would savor every sound, massaging and caressing her lover's cavernous stomach walls, hoping to give her lover the most pleasant belly massage she could ever ask for from her food. Then at last, the empress would send Calico down to her final resting spot: Violet's second gut. There, the dragon's belly gurgled and groaned, filled with powerful digestive acids that could strip flesh clean off the bone. Calico had long heard Violet's meals scream for help within, plead for mercy, only to turn into a bubbling, churning slush... wafting up a pleasant belch for Violet in the process.

Every day, Calico dreamed what it must be like in there, what it would feel like to be subject to such delectable horrors. Violet's was, after all, the strongest stomach in Draconia. No, the world.

"Calico?" Violet interrupted her daydreaming. "Are you paying attention to me?"

"Oh?"

"Thinking those deliciously sweet thoughts of yours again, I see." Violet said. She placed her hands on her hips, directing Calico's gaze back down to her stomach. "Are you paying attention now?"

"Um."

At this height, Calico only reached Violet's belly. Granted. But even this size differential was enough to send Calico into a fluster. Just seeing Violet loom over her, looking down at her, it made her knees so very weak. The image flashed before her eyes, shrinking down, smaller and smaller, until at last. Dangled over Violet's mouth. Swallowed whole. And being on the other side, body sliding closer and closer to the stomach acid underneath...

"Distracted again, I see. Oh, poor Calico," Violet tsked playfully, teasing her lover. "Get ready for bed my love. I'll see you in the morning."

"But--!"

Violet wagged her finger. "You'll get your wish when the time is right. For now, sleep. And we shall speak more after the sunrise."

Fighting Violet on the matter was out of the question. Before Calico even got the chance to pout, the dragoness scooped her up, wrapping her arms around the tiny girl, drawing her to Violet's chest. Calico couldn't help herself, of course. She greedily pressed her belly and thighs against Violet's stomach and smiled as she felt the dragoness' gut rumble.

"It feels so warm."

"Does it?"

A murmur, helpless and desperate, ushered from Violet's belly. It was masked between the churn of the empress' gut, signaling a full meal enjoyed. "I think I can still hear dinner in there," Calico said, pressing her hands against Violet's cloak. She leaned over and, just barely, snaked her hand under Violet's clothing, feeling her bare, toned belly underneath. Violet's abs were pushed out, taut, still stuffed with the final remnants of Violet's dinner. Long-dead prey, tiny humans digested into acidic soup, slushing inside the dragoness' stomach.

But there, against Calico's fingertips, she felt a small bulge moving about. The last remaining meal, pressing against Calico's skin through Violet's flesh, as if begging to get out. Calico's face burned red. Instinctively, she pressed back, giggling as she forced the hopeless meal back into Violet's belly.

"Behave, dearest." Violet laughed as she drew the girl's hand away. "You'll have your fun soon enough. Now, off to bed."

Violet dropped Calico down onto the bed, With her free hand, she rubbed her belly through her coat, as if subconsciously soothing her gut. The whispers ceased between long, content gurgles, and Violet smiled.

***

Sleep came hard to Calico that night. She tossed and turned as the hours ticked.

The game was on. When would Violet strike? How would she carry it out? Thoughts and fantasies drifted into Calico's head. She could still feel the tiny hands pressed against Violet's stomach walls, begging to get out. Revisiting the sensation made her heart pound in her chest, cheeks flush red.

Of course, Calico enjoyed the fact that her request would be fulfilled without her choice.

Like the real thing

, she thought to herself. Violet would swoop in and take care of the rest.

Stomp, stomp, stomp

. Those familiar footsteps pounded in Calico's chest. The empress was stalking the halls, murmuring to Juno. Requesting her help with some diplomatic concern, perhaps, or maybe some magic artifact. The two women were decidedly burning the midnight oil. The topic must've been of grave concern.

And yet. Hearing Violet's voice soothed Calico. She imagined Violet and Juno were not discussing some high level political topic of Draconia, but Calico herself. Did Violet feel just as strongly about this request as Calico did? Was she too up late, scheming and planning and working through her own desires? Calico smiled to herself as she felt Violet's voice hum through her body, loud and heavy like a performance at the court.

Finally, her eyes grew heavy, and she fell asleep.

***

Cold. So very cold. When did the winter air invade their home? The finest house in all of Draconia, and even the arctic's touch reached their doorstep uninvited. What a terrible time of year.

Calico tossed and turned. Immediately, she picked up her thoughts from where she left off.

Violet, Violet, Violet

. Her heart pounded with excitement. Would today be the day? After all, the agreement was in place. It could happen any second. She reached for her sheets, grabbed them close to her body, and tried to drown out the winter morning with thoughts of dissolving in Violet's mouth.

But the cold was still present, heavy against her back. Which was terribly sore. All that tossing and turning. Calico must've slept on it wrong in her sleep. Ugh. It was as if reality was forcing itself on her, preventing her from indulging in her fantasies. Perhaps this was a sign to get up.

Calico laid flat on her back, took a long, deep breath, and opened her eyes. But to her surprise, the bedroom ceiling wasn't there. There was gray. And metal. And steel. Pristine, shining steel. Where were the fine, regal patterns of Violet's home? The comfortable pillows and luxurious blankets that adorned her bed?

"Huh?" Calico rubbed her eyes, feeling the floor below. It was cold, very cold, smooth and flat to the touch. She bolted upright in panic and looked at the walls around her. There was no bedroom at all. Just bars and bars of metal pillars, long and thick, with hardly enough space for Calico to escape from. They only seemed spaced out enough for a finger to move through.

Or a tongue.

"Hello, little Calico." The tiny girl jumped. Behind her, a massive green eye watched her with immense interest, black pupils tracking her every move. A grin splayed across Violet's face, wide and toothy and sharp. She could see saliva shine off Violet's teeth, as if the empress had recently salivated them with her enormous tongue.

Calico's skin goosebumped. At such a colossal size, Violet was a terrible, paralyzing, awe-inducing sight.

"Goodness," Calico gasped. "You look so... ravenous."

"Do I?" Violet smirked. Cool, precise. "It was so adorable, pulling you from your restless slumber last night. Watching your body grow smaller and smaller, the perfect size to play with." A pause. "Or should I say, devour."

A huge warm gust flooded Calico's entire body, clashing with the cold steel. She froze. Violet's massive wet tongue drew forward, slithering against the cage's bars and coating them in dripping saliva. The metal pillars stepped aside of their own accord, making just enough room for Violet to draw her tongue flat.

Ahh, Calico surmised. The cage was a magical instrument, surely, intended so no prey could get out... but the captor could easily access her meal.

"Look," Violet commanded. "Do you not see how hungry I am? How wet my tongue is, morsel?"

This would be such a terrorizing moment to Violet's usual meals. But it left Calico paralyzed with a strange sort of reverence. As Violet's tongue moved closer and closer, Calico shivered with excitement and anticipation. Feeling, for that moment, like a real piece of food, captured and prepared to nourish such a powerful dragoness.

"So beautiful," Calico stammered.

"Oh? Do you think yourself such a courageous little girl, praising your captor and standing your ground?" Violet said with a smirk. The tiny girl could feel Violet's warm breath waft toward her, saliva pouring onto the metal floor. Her tongue was mere inches away from Calico now, relatively speaking. "Making yourself such an easy meal, so dainty and meek. Let's see just how delicious you really are."

A low, groaning swoosh filled the air. Violet leaned her entire body forward, drawing her face closer to the cage. The makeshift prison's bars pressed against Violet's cheeks now, her tongue lapping toward Calico's stunned body.

With a powerful flick, Violet deftly ran the tip of her tongue across Calico's front, coating her thighs in warm saliva, just barely bypassing her pelvis. Slowly, she ran up her prey's belly, caressing the tender flesh through Calico's nightgown. Tasting it, feeling it, using her tongue as if to marinate her meal in spittle.

A moan escaped Calico's lips, and Violet simply laughed. "Stay still, breakfast."

Violet continued. She slipped her tongue alongside the tiny girl's chest, tip teasing her nipples underneath, making Calico's knees buck. Each flick felt heavy and strong, like strong hands feeling for her breasts. It was intoxicating, exhilarating, and completely out of her control. As if to punctuate her new existence, Violet at last licked the girl's face, wet saliva enveloping her tiny lips, hair matted down by the dragoness' warm saliva.

"The most perfect meal." Violet licked her lips with her enormous tongue, causing dribble to fall to the ground. "How dare you hold your taste back from me for so long, food."

What else was there for Calico to do but squeeze her legs together and shiver? Her face was red, so very red, redder than Juno's teeth after crushing succubi bones. She could feel the warmth building in her lower body as Violet drew forward and licked again. Slowly, gradually, the massive empress drew her tongue upward, cooing and moaning with each taste. Violet's warm breath filled the entire cage, and Calico felt sweat grow between her armpits and legs.

"How delectable you are, Calico," Violet laughed. A low rumble emerged from underneath the cage, groaning and whining. Was that Violet's empty stomach? Goodness, was she really that hungry?

Sharp teeth flashed again as she licked. Violet left her maw wide and open, teasing the back of her throat. "Why, you're practically stiffened by my touch, aren't you? It seems if I commanded you to walk forward, you would have no choice but to obey, surrender yourself to my lips."

Saliva dripped down from the roof of Violet's mouth, forming a spit bridge on the back of her tongue. Calico watched as Violet flexed her uvula, moving it back and forth, mimicking a swallow. Once again, she could hear a powerful whine usher from the dragon's belly, this time louder and more vocal. Hunger. A raw, primal hunger.

The tiny girl plunged her face against the tip of Violet's tongue, her cheeks enveloping it like a warm, soothing pillow. What choice did Calico have? Or rather, why would she choose any different?

"Yes, Violet," the tiny girl whimpered. "I would obey you in a heartbeat."

"You really are precious, in every state." Gently, Violet drew her tongue around Calico, wrapping her massive, wet flesh over the girl's body. She began to squeeze her tongue together, slowly applying just enough pressure. Her enormous tongue, so strong and warm. Too much strength, and Calico would be rendered into paste. But Violet was dexterous. She applied enough force to pin Calico in place, to constrict her, but not to hurt her.

A loud, low gurgle ushered from deep within Violet's esophagus. Calico could sense it now. Violet was really that hungry for her, that eager to see how Calico tasted. What was it that kept Violet back from such a primal instinct? Calico wished it wasn't there. She wiggled and squirmed, thighs pressed together, and the tiny girl started to wonder where Violet's saliva ended and her own sweat began.

Or, she began to realize, her wetness.

"Mmm, such a sweet, tender morsel of food," Violet said. Her tongue squished Calico just a bit more, increasing the pressure. Calico cried out and moaned. She wanted this so bad now. Violet, to finish squeezing her with that wet tongue. To squish her like a tiny and slurp up the remains. Please, she thought to herself. End me, Violet. Make me yours completely.

And then. Just as quickly as it began, Violet loosened her grip. She pulled the tip of her tongue off Calico, wriggled the pink flesh downward, and let her prey roll off her massive tongue. Calico tumbled into a mess of saliva underneath, and Violet watched with that enormous green eye again, studying Calico gasp for breath. Gasping with joy, delight, and excitement. And with a sort of primal desire to be free and one with her lover.

With a smile, Violet drew her colossal, dripping tongue back between her massive lips, hidden again behind those razor-like teeth. At last, she arose, revealing her towering height, suddenly making Calico deftly aware of just how small she was compared to her massive captor. Certainly, no bigger than her black fingernails, which drummed inches away from the cage. Calico shivered and moaned again.

"Now then." Violet's voice boomed. That ear-shattering voice. That towering height. It was too much to bear. Calico flipped on her belly and crawled toward the saliva-drenched bars, gazing up at Violet's massive belly. "That's just a

taste

of what's to come." Calico stuck her head out, as if whining for more. "I do need to enjoy some breakfast. Let me grab my morning meal. You can watch as I devour them, one by one, of course. Threatening your future fate."

A pause. Violet leaned down. Air billowed against Calico's hair, blowing it back. She watched as Violet slowly parted her colossal lips. Exposed fangs shone bright. They grew apart, spit clinging from top to bottom, their sharp edges leaning closer to Calico. Closer and closer and closer and closer. And then, barely a finger away from Calico's nose, Violet chomped down. Hard. Viciously. Sending spittle all over. Such force could rip skin and bone with ease. To Calico, it was like heaven. She jolted back and squeezed her legs, delighting in the empress' viciousness, imagining what it would be like to feel those fangs just a little bit closer. Dragon teeth sinking into her flesh, grinding her bones to dust. Ending her life forever, and cementing her existence as nothing more than nourishment.

"Who knows," Violet said with a laugh, "maybe I'll polish off breakfast by using you as my royal mint." She winked and leaned closer, lips parting again. But this time, Violet placed a warm, tender kiss on Calico's hand, nearly sucking up the entire limb in the process.

"Violet!" Calico squealed.

"Sounds like someone is enjoying herself."

"I'm speechless." Calico pressed her face into Violet's warm lips. The dragoness pursed them, allowing Calico to sink her cheeks into the warm, soft inside flesh. "It's everything I wanted."

"Good." Violet drew the massive tip of her tongue forward and licked Calico's head. "I'll be back in a minute dear. You'll get a first-hand look at how I prefer to gulp down my breakfast."

The giantess arose. Calico's heart jumped with every stomp of the dragoness' feet. It rattled the cage, vibrating the bars, making her dizzy with joy. Calico tried to calm herself down, but it was impossible. She leaned over the bar, watching her lover walk away, playing over in her head the massive, hungry moans that boomed from Violet's esophagus. All of it, like a fantasy come true.

As she came too, Calico couldn't help but notice Juno peering into the room. Smiling. As if enjoying her handiwork in use.

"Save room for me," Juno said to Violet, winking at the tiny girl in the cage. Calico clutched her thighs and shivered. What a terribly wonderful fate.