Freinds with a blue dragonWarning: Soft, Safe, Non fatal vore
Athro's note: ok here is my first ever vore story it was a story I wrote when I was 12 years old it was story I think it was kinda basted in my life kinda with my sister and me my sister read this story and she liked it so hope you guys will rember I was only 12 when I wrote this.
In the hills from a village lived a great dragon it had blue scales and had golden underbelly and its spikes were green its horns were white and curved down its snout was curved circle its eyes were a sapphire white orange its wings were blue and yellow she was alone in her cave, she felt the wind blow it was a ice cold she had made a fire to keep her warm she looked out the side of her cave at the night sky that was a dark blue color and a white by the stars, she stood up and walked to the mouth of her cave she looked down at the forest above her she felt alone she never went to the village she knew the humans would be scared of her by her large size she was about the s
Dragon of the night(vore, soft vore, dragon vore)
A small human village that stocked many wooden houses laid quietly in a calm mist of fog, All the village was at sleep many were comfortable in their beds asleep.
A young boy named Galen staid asleep as like all the others.
The boy opened his eyes slowly (he woke up) his body was warm from the covers on him in his bed, there was goop in his eyes he brought his hand up and wiped the goop from his eyes, he lifted his top half up from the covers, he scratched his head making his hair shaggy then he took his legs out from the covers, he stepped out of his bed, Galen looked over to a desk beside his bed. he reached down to his desk and opened a cabnet that had clear paper in it. he took out one page then placed it on the top of the desk he picked up pen from its jar then dipped the pen in the jar a few times. the black ink dripped from the tip, He began to creat a head then a long neck that curved then added a body that was just a blog then he added the legs t
The Boy and the dragonWarning: soft vore
In a cave, deep in a large forest covered in winter's snow, lay a large, majestic, black female dragon with silver curved horns, spikes and a silver belly laid there in her cave, sleeping the night away, when all of a sudden, "Hello?" called a voice from the entrance of the cave. "Is anyone in here?" it called again.
Wanting to know who or what was calling, she made her way closer to the sound, she stopped when she saw what it was. It was a small, male human hatchling about 5 feet tall and seemed about the age of 8 to 10 years old. He had dark brown eyes and short messy brown hair to match. He must have heard her because he called out again, "Is anyone there?" "Yes, I live here," she answered.
He must have been surprised to get an answer because he stepped back a few feet. "I'm sorry if I barged in on your home, I will leave," he said then started to make his way to the entrance.
"You don't have to leave," she said.
"Its cold out there and you will certainly freeze t
Predators luck(vore, soft vore)
This all a random story so go easy on me
Deep in the forest a small house laid asleep all was quiet in the home, from inside a young boy by the name of Cire wanted to leave his home. He was tired of being told what to do. Tired of being the youngest. Tired of always being treated badly. HE HAD ENOUGE! Cire had packed up all he could get in his back-pack, he grabbed his gray jacket he went to his window then unlocked it. He opened the window then climbed out, he did not stop he ran the grass beat ageinst his legs making them cold and wet. He had reached the forest, before he knew it Cire was trapped in a cage of trees the grass was tall and wet from dew he was miles away from his home but he could still see his house it srunck being thow he was miles and on top of a hill. He was still walking for quiet some time now his legs were starting to get tired he had to stop for awhile, he sate down by a tree then reached into his back-pack. "lets see?" he thought
A New Family *Dragon Vore*Warning: Soft Vore, Willing, Safe, Non fatal
In an orphanage near a forest a young boy by the age of 15 years old was in his room all alone he sate on his bed writing in his not yet finished book, he wear a green tunic with dark gray wrinkled ripped pants his hair was a brownish blond with bright blue eyes he sate on his bed with his legs crossed up with his book resting on his legs, he had a feather pen in his hand the boy wrote in some pages in the book his book was about the times he had spent in the orphanage alone when he traveled around the forest when no one would look he started writing about the legends the man in the orphanage had told him once "their were great tales of flying beasts that roam the mountains near hear the forest are nor safer the winged beasts walk throw forests looking for pray, they fly the skies and Earth is their hunting grounds, do not even think of trying to,.." the boy stopped writing when a knock at the door came "Link launch time," a woma
A freindship in need part 2
(counting vore story)
"that's a nice name," Timmy said
Alena the blue scaled dragon smiled at his comment Timmy stood up still in eye contact with Alena,
"I'll be going now," Timmy began to move then he stopped by the pain in his body.
"ouch," he said
"wait, let me heal you, your hurt," Alena said in a worried ton
Alena slowly lifed her head down and so close to him Timmy was now face to face with Alena's muzzled lips, he had fantasies like with that he would get that close to a dragon and now he is, Alena slowly opened her mouth he flet a blow of hot, warm air exhale right on him and warming him out of Alena's long line of fangs came her pink, red tounge that began to lick his face the saliva covered his face clining the cuts on his check Timmy had taken his shirt off for Alena to clean all his wounds he put his shirt back on he did not mind that the saliva was still wet on his skin it healed his wounds and it made the pain go away.
"thank so much,very much, thank you," Timmy
A loves bond(vore, dragon human love)
the next part for Cire and Kova
It has been some time now since Cire had met Kova at first he was frightend of her from when she actuly swallowed him whole but he had larned to mellow with it, Kova never brought any harm to him Cire had stayed with Kova for weeks now Cire didnt mind living with her exsept Kova would sometimes swallow him with out warning but Cire had become more trusted to Kova, there were sometimes Kova would turn into her human form Kova's human form was a beautful young girl with drak blue hair sometimes Cire would blush seeing her without clothing (Kova didnt have much human skills) she didnt really
know she was sopost to have clothing on, today Cire was walking into a townshop he had buyed some clothing for Kova for when she would turn human again he just hoped she did not fallow him here in her dragon form or even more embaresing in her human form,
but he had shoped quickly to get back to the forest "wounder were Kova is now?" he asked h
The Boy and the Dragon part 3Warning: vore and Trasformations
Authors note: well ok heres part 3 once again this story is not mine it belongs to haloveteran and all charators belong to him and his dose not have to do with my OC Mike Dragoona this is his story. Also the editor and my good freind is masterlevan1 so all enjoy ^^
By the color of the sky it looked about noon when I woke up I was still very much hurt with burns all over my body but as I lay there on the collection of animal fur sapphire laid out for me I started to think about what she had said before I passed out.
"What do you mean turn me into a dragon?" I asked with curiosity
"I can turn you into a dragon" she said then continued talking doing
"so will heal all your wounds you will be more durable, stronger, faster, and safer," she said
"but' " she started to say but trailed off but? I asked wondering what she was going to say well she started
"there's a chance that you will lose all memory of everything that has ever happened in your whol
A good freindship vore
vore story image it like a anime
Deep in the forest a small 12 year old boy walked along the paths of the trees he whered a red shirt with short sleves and normal black pants the cold october air blew in whisoled brezz. The boy's name was Mike he was very childish all his life he always loved dragons he would read about dragons and watch movies no matter what he did it had something to do with dragons, He walked in a filed of tall grass the tall grass pracktikly over towered him since he was short, He looked up at the sky the sun was beging to set beyond the hills the sky was turning a orenge,yellow color.
"its getting late," Mike said to himslef
he knew he had to get home but he wanted to stay out more,after many hours the sky had become darker the dark blue skies had finaly came and the shinning stars dimanded across the skies.
Boy and the Dragon part 4here is part 4 but at the end it says she decides so in the description i want you to tell the commentors and readers that i will continue or stop based on the comments so they decide her decision......The boy and the dragon Part 4
My mind was flying off its rails he didn't remember who I was something was very wrong "Mike do you remember its me sapphire," I said talking to the small black dragon worry on my mind but then it opened its mouth to say something
"you remember," I said desperation in my voice but my heart sank at his words
"mommy!" It cheered then went up and nuzzled me and licked my face
"no," I said in a whisper I then started to cry for I knew he didn't remember me "mike," I sobbed mike please remember I cried "mommy?" It asked looking at me with concern in its eyes are you ok it asked nuzzling me
"yes mommy's ok," I said licking the little dragon "yay!" it cried bouncing around then yawned
"im sleepy," it said then cuddled next to me and fell asleep I laid down next to
Lloyd and the Dragon VORELloyd and the Dragon, by Espi
Warning: Contains soft, dragon vore.
Characters: Lloyd Irving primairly.
The night had brought an odd, quiet atmosphere to the old, wooden building. An unusual quiet that was driving the 17 year old crazy. It was almost as if something horrible was going to happen right then and there. The quiet before the storm, as some would say.
There was a grunt as the teenager flipped over, pulling his head out from underneath the pillow. His milk chocolate hair was a spikey mess, more so than usual, from tossing and turning all night long. Two very irritating strands fell into his half open eyes, the same light brown as his hair. With a growl he flipped the strands off to one side, but it helped little as they defiantly returned to being in his way.
Lloyd looked around the darkened room, lit only by moonlight gazing in through the window. He quickly noted his room mate was not in his bed asleep, nor was he in the room at all
In The Claws Of Trust: VoreWarning: sadness, safe soft vore, fear
Deeth the magician was making his way through a snowy mountain range. He was planning to reach the mountain-based town of Cairn within half a week. Deeth pulled a map from his cloak. "There should be a small cave around here somewhere..." Deeth stops.
Mike a human boy was in the same mountain and was being blazed with icy weather. Mike was fighting back all he can from the cold "Damn it is cold, is there a cave near?" Mike mumbled to himself as his cold body thrashed through the tall snow "he....hello?..." Mike calls still hoping to find a cave "hello......." Mike felt like he's about to collapse.
As Deeth was looking for a cave, he hears what sounds like a younger human swearing.
"What the hell?" The magician shouts to himself then goes to investigate the sounds he had heard. Deeth runs across the way until he spots a young man. "Holy hell!" The magician dashes over quick as a flash.
Before Mike could black out he saw a man in clock standing befo
Little vore poemGurgle gurgle, slosh and churn,
My belly is full right now, so please wait your turn
It might be a day, or maybe two
But soon there will be room for you
My gut grumbles and groans,
"I wish you were here", it moans
I'm hungry again I'll have you know,
So into my tummy you will go
Soft and warm, slimy and wet,
My throat is quite slippery I bet
My stomach has much more room,
It will be the cause of your doom
One last swallow to be made,
but please do not be afraid,
As you slide into my empty belly,
"It is quite comfortable, if a bit smelly"
Gurgling and growling, sloshing and churning,
Falling asleep as your skin starts burning
As you begin to digest, I am quite sad
As you were the only friend I ever had
A Lucky SnackMark was out of the house's front door before dawn broke across the horizon. He followed the steadily brightening light of the rising sun to the east, carrying only the clothes on his back and the small sack in which he had packed food and water for a single night and a small flashlight.
The boy, barely sixteen years old, had once lived a happy life with his family. His mother and father, for the first fourteen years of his life, had raised and cared for him as any loving parents should. But then tragedy struck as war started up again in the Middle East. Both of his parents were called into the fray, donning the camouflage of the American Military and flying overseas.
The teenager had lived with his aunt and uncle for about a year, continually receiving letters from his parents wishing him well and telling him how well the war was going. But then, one day, the letters stopped.
A military officer arrived a few days later, regretfully informing the stunned boy that his parents had both f
Stygian MercyWarning in advance; this contains dragon vore, and lots of it.
A chill like the kind that came with the slow transition from life to death seemed omnipresent here; a cold, dark world known as Bavanoth.
However, actually experiencing the slow transition from life to death proved that the real thing was much, much colder than Bavanoth could ever be.
A humanoid wolf in a beige uniform lay motionless on the hard, slick, black ground, staring up at the pale, luminescent clouds that provided a blanket to the world.
He had been told that sometimes, the sun could be seen on this world, when the clouds would sometimes part and let their dim, ambient light be replaced by something overwhelming and beautiful.
But he would never see it, now. All he could do now was remain here, broken, internally bleeding, and waiting for the caress of death to finally reach out and touch him.
Hundreds of others met the same fate as well, but everyone around him was already dead and covered in beads of water.
What Friends Can DoWhat Friends Can Do
WARNING: Contains blood, suspenseful situations, and slight vore
Kazio belongs fully to Jenae, the scenery belongs to Ragingfire1, and Mark, the character, belongs to me!
**HAS BEEN EDITED**
Ragingfire1 wrote the breathtaking introduction and the scenery and I wrote the interaction and befriending. Raging said he wanted it to be me interacting with Kazio so I'll just use myself but please, thank him for his huge contribution of the beginning/middle and the initial, amazing idea to do this. Without it, this story wouldn't exist.
~Hello, this is a co-story that I'm doing with Ragingfire1. We decided to do a story dedicated to Maw-Eats-People10 aka Jenae as she is one of my closest friends and we both saw that she was very sad, angry, and depressed earlier this week. We as her friends wanted to write this to make her feel better and hope that we portrayed her featured character, Kazio, with all her merit and beauty. For you Jenae ~
The eerie silence
(Warning, lots of vore.)
In the middle of a desert, or more like a sandy wasteland. A boy awoke, opening his eyes slowly. Panic starting to seep into his mind upon seeing the sand. He put his hand on the back of his dark brown hair, removing his hand quickly afterwards with a pained expression. He looked over seeing a backpack. Slowly he crawled across the burning sand and opened it, finding a half empty bottle of water, a bandage, and a note saying good luck. He let out a low growl crushing the note, tossing it aside, then he put the backpack on and started walking in a random direction.
A few miles away, a female dragon with vibrant purple scales flew, enjoying the desert heat.
The boy continued on, shielding his eyes with one hand. Dehydration was already kicking in, but he didn't want to drink the water 'till he absolutely had to.
He reached the top of a sand dune, letting out an irritated laugh as he saw miles upon miles of desert. He started shaking his head then pressed on
A First Encounter, Part One of 'The Relationship'Note: This is a story, with vore. If you do not like that, do not read this. It is also my first story I have submitted. Critique is welcome, but do keep in mind I am new to this.
In a dense patch of wilderness, far from any civilization, was a village. The village, though self dependent, was a decent place to live. It looked like something straight out of the middle ages; the houses were built out of common materials, such as wood and straw, and many of the people in the village were farmers. The village knew about the world outside, but kept to itself; they found life in the wilderness appealing. There was no village leader; it was a completely democratic society, where they would join together and decide in issues in a clearing to the south. It was not paradise, but it was home.
In this village lived a young man by the name of Daniel. Daniel was about age eighteen, and not particularly athletic. He was very good with politics in his village, however, and his father was looked up to
Cat and MouseFear gripped my belly as I watched the dragon from my hiding place. She had clearly caught something and, thankfully, it didn't appear to be human; it seemed as though another unlucky deer had crossed paths with her.
The animal's final struggles died away as a claw poked into its neck. The limb body was placed on a large stone table as a large, pink tongue ran itself over the predator's lips.
"Now don't move," she said playfully. "I'm going to go get one of your friends so you can have some company in my belly, ok?"
With that the dragon turned and walked out of the cave, spreading her wings and taking to the skies. I waited several moments just to be certain she was gone before I darted from my crack in the wall, sprinting towards the table.
Life had been like this for me for several months. The world was once run by humanity, a utopia for the once-dominant men and women of my race; that had changed about a year ago, however.
No one knows where they came from; some say they emerged fro
WARNING: Contains soft vore and some suspenseful situations
All characters belong to me.
This is my first attempt at a fantasy vore story so please, work with me. I welcome any comments and suggestions as long as they're not too demeaning! Thanks hope you enjoy!
In the west of the great continent world of Sounos and deep in the Ballenhill Valley, past the mountains with their ice-tipped peaks and steep summits, there were settlements where small groups of villagers resided-a mainly agricultural people who tended towards the sturdy thatched roof houses and warm central fires in stone-brick cottages. Their main source of food came from the extensive river that ran through their village bringing with it all assortments of fish; big and small, spiked and smooth, in every natural hue. It was able to sustain the village for the long winters that usually occurred during the setting of each year.
This clan was lead by one of the strongest warriors of the village,