It was just three of us, but we partied like a frat house. At some point I’d been dared to make myself 5 inches tall instead of 5 feet tall. Yeah, I was a little short for my girls, yet alone a dragon, and that was before the dare.
Well, I say my girls, but really I was theirs. A curse had bound me to Leslie, she was the black canine of indeterminate pedigree. Big floppy ears, a wolfish muzzle, but her voice was all fox. Anise was her best friend, a fennec who had to be gagged when her mate came to visit for a night or two.
So there I was, 5 inches tall thanks to Anise, and very very slowly realizing that the alcohol content in my blood did not shrink with the rest of me. If I were any other species, I’d have been dead already, fortunately dragons are a little harder to poison.
After recovering from a fit of giggles, Leslie looked a little concerned. “You okay there-” a snort, “lil.. little guy?” I’d already passed out, still standing.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up with my snout in a small warm divot on a large silky rug of some- I looked up, seeing the hills of my Leslie’s breasts and her face looking back down at me. The divot was her belly button. I blushed, there was a faint scent of musk in there from when she made me paint her with cum, and she hadn’t washed quite enough to remove it all. I got up onto my knees.
“Hey.. C’mere draggie.” Her hand, slightly larger than me, brushed against my back. The force of it knocked me right back over, dizzying me further.
Before I could react, her hand picked me up and pushed me under the hem of her panties. I immediately noticed that she was in only her panties, and the strong scent of alcohol-fueled arousal.
“C’mon dra.. draggie. Come in.. inside.” She gasped as her clumsy movements brushed my rough exterior against her bowling ball-sized clit. An involuntary movement pushed me harder against it, and my legs and tail were enveloped by sticky, puffy labia.
It was far more pleasurable at this scale than I expected, like being caressed by velvet.. that also happened to be a little too humid. The smell got a long stronger as I felt her open up slightly to accept more. She finished shoving me inside with a moan and I was nearly folded in half in the process.
I took a moment to rest, breathing heavily in a way that made the all-encompassing pink walls around me quiver and further moisten. Thank goodness I didn’t need air for a while, especially at this smaller size, or I could have been in serious danger.
Grasping around – more than a little unsure of where I was with my level of intoxication – I must’ve found a sensitive spot as the walls of my cave trembled and squeezed me tighter. A muffled squeal came from deep within, and the squirt of lubrication that followed tried to drown me.
I don’t remember much after that, the lack of oxygen and booze enough to make me pass out again.