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Silver Dawn (Dragon vore)
Warning: This short story contains soft dragon vore. If this is something that you do not enjoy to read then i suggest you don't read this, but if you do read on.
This story is not connected to my other stories. It is standalone.

An 18 year old boy called Phil woke up in the middle of a grassy plain. His head throbbed in pain and he put one of his hands on his forehead and began to rub. Was he asleep or unconscious? He wasn't sure. As he rubbed, his hand touched some odd metallic object resting on his face. He picked it up and noticed that they were a pair of glasses. He put them back on and stood up. He felt weak, very weak and it took all of his strength to stand up. A slight breeze whistled past, brushing his face with soothing cold air. The breeze also coasted the top of the grass that lay around him. He looked down and saw that he wore a black, plain t-shirt, blue navy jeans, and a pair of brown leather boots. He was also wearing a small ring on the index finger of his right hand as well as a pale blue jacket. He reached into his pockets, but only found a piece of lint. He had hoped to find Aspirin for this headache.

He didn't know where he was exactly, but he figured that he must've been somewhere in the wilderness. Some small mountains stretched to his right and the rest of his vision was encompassed by a vast, seemingly endless plain. The throbbing in his head had intensified and it made it very difficult for him to concentrate. He sat back down and began to rub both sides of his head with his hands. It did little to help the pain. He did this for about 10 minutes before the throbbing had reached a tolerable level and tried to stand up again. He was still weak, however he would force his body to walk. Being caught out here in the open with only a jacket for warmth wasn't the best conditions for survival.

Phil drifted off to his right towards the only form of shelter he could see, the mountains. He hoped to find a cave or some sort of overhanging outcropping. It was cold, and it was getting colder.

His paces were slow and dragged, it looked more like shambling then walking, and he had to take frequent brakes as waves of nausea and disorientation would wash over him. Eventually, the pain in his head began to fade away, and he was able to pick up his pace more and more. The mountains weren't the largest he had seen, but it would be an effort to circle them. He was in trouble if he didn't find anything to protect himself with tonight.

After what seemed like an eternity, Phil managed to reach the bottom of the mountain, He looked to both sides, but saw no caves or anything else that would protect him from the elements. Taking a break, Phil wondered where exactly he was. One moment, he was in a nice, comfortable bed after having read some fantasy stories and now he was in the middle of god only knows where with the headache to end all headaches. He got back up and began to walk along the perimeter of the mountain in order to find a temporary hideaway.

After almost an hour, Phil still hadn't found an acceptable shelter and was beginning to lose hope. As he rounded a corner a peculiar sight caught his eye and he immediately ducked behind a rock. In front of him,on a small hill attached to the the mountainside, was a roughly human figure. The figure was wearing brilliant golden armour of very high quality. The person who made the armour did not pay so much attention to detail with the figure's weapon. It was a large two handed claymore that literally looked like a large piece of metal attached to a stick. It held the sword with two hands and was crouched before an invisible authority like a medieval knight bowing before a king. There was something very odd about the figure. Every so often it would seem to flicker, just for an instant, and then reappear. Phil wanted to speak out to the person, try to get some answers. He walked past the corner and shouted, "Hey! I need help!"

For a moment there was no answer then slowly the figure rose and turned around. Instead of seeing a human face, Phil instead saw that the entire interior of the armour was filled with what looked like condensed fog. It pointed a gauntlet towards him and shrieked "Rethguals eht ot bmal rehtona!" The creature's response sounded much like a mad cultist chanting the words to an old and forgotten ritual. He knew immediately that calling out was a mistake and turned around immediately to run. As he turned around something impossible happened. There right in front of him was the knight (or whatever it was) wielding it's massive sword with obvious intent. This sudden appearance took Phil off balance and his reaction time wasn't fast enough to dodge the sweeping slash from the claymore. The sword slightly caught him on his left side, leaving a nasty gash. The force of the swipe knocked Phil to the ground and he placed a hand to his wound and began to apply pressure. Incredible pain began to course through his body making the headache he had earlier feel like a paper cut.

Phil quickly crawled backwards to try to escape the thing that was attacking him, but his back quickly came up against a rock face. "Damn.", he mumbled. The thing slowly made it's way closer to Phil's defenceless body and lifted its massive sword. Phil closed his eyes and threw his right arm up in a pitiful attempt to defend himself. He knew he was about to die.

Suddenly, instead of the unstoppable cleave of a sword, Phil felt an intense heat and a far-flung scream, like that of something evil in its death throes. Phil cracked his eyes open. Small embers remained of the fire that had scorched the ground where the creature had been. Whatever it was it was either dead or had run off. Phil shifted his gaze and his sight fell on something he never expected to see. Standing in front of him was a majestic dragon. A dragon that just saved his life.

The dragon had scales of greyish silver that gave it a metallic sheen in the sunlight and two large, reptilian eyes of deep blue. Its four large claws dug into the earth and a long serpentine tail wagged behind it. Phil gawked with dumb amazement. He had always loved dragons; he dreamed of a moment like this for years. But, now it was actually happening. He was now staring at a real dragon. Phil brought his hand up to adjust his glasses. The dragon suddenly took a step back and Phil saw an expression of... fear? "Um... Hello?" The dragon's eyes went wide with shock, "Y...You can talk?", a young, but strong feminine voice responded. Now Phil's eyes widened, "Well, yes, I am a human. You can talk too!" "Are you going to hurt me?", she asked. "How can you even think that? You just saved my life." The dragon began to hesitantly approach him. She was afraid of him. Why? As she approached she slowly extended her right paw and leaned in to touch him, however she stopped a few inches away. Phil extended his right hand and touched one of her fingers. He saw a look of relief cross the dragon's face. "I'm sorry. I just thought you'd cast a spell at me or something." "I'm not wearing a very tall hat and a wooden staff, so what made you think that I was a spellcaster?" The dragon chuckled a little and retracted her paw, "I've never met a human before. I've only heard of you in some old stories that my grandmother used to tell me when I was very young." "We're in your stories?" "Yes." She gave a wide smile. She was happy that he wasn't attacking her or running away screaming.

"You should come with me back to my lair. It's getting very cold." "I would love to come with you, but as you can see", he showed the bloody gash that the crazed knight had dealt him. The dragon looked at him with an expression of pity. "If you don't cauterize it..." "Lift up your shirt." Phil didn't question the dragon's demand, he lifted his blood-stained shirt to reveal the wound. The dragon leaned in closer, only inches away from his body. Phil braced himself for excruciating pain. The dragon slightly opened her maw, let out her tongue, and started to lick the wound. This surprised Phil and he almost withdrew himself, but he suppressed his natural reaction. The dragon licked him for a solid minute before pulling back her tongue. When Phil looked he saw that the wound had completely disappeared and that he was now wet. "How did you...?" "I wasn't sure if that would work on you. I'm glad it did." "Thank you. Nice tongue by the way." The dragon blushed, "Come on get on my back we'll finish this conversation once we're in a safer place."

Phil clumsily rose as the female dragon leaned down to make it easier for him to climb up. Although the wound had been healed, he still felt very weak. He slowly climbed the dragon's back and grabbed one of the spines. "Hold on tight.", she advised as she launched herself into the sky.

The flight was a short one as she rose above the small mountain range and landed inside a small, rocky valley set in between two mountains. It seemed to be an outpost of some sort or maybe a small town. The dragon landed in the middle of the city, right in front of a grand church, well, it seemed like a church to Phil. He watched as the dragon pushed open the large doors of the church. Inside everything was completely smashed, but it was apparent that this dragon had been here before since a clean, debris free route led directly to a large, descending ramp at the other end of the building. The dragon quickly made her through the rubble and went down into the church's basement. A large body of water illuminated a large chamber which could have been the primary shrine. Claw marks were everywhere marking the current ownership. The dragon made her way to the centre of the room and Phil crawled off her back. The dragon turned around to observe her new friend. He was smaller then she would've expected, and she also expected him to be... uh... more awe-inspiring. "My name is Phillip, but call me Phil." The dragon smiled, revealing her long, dagger-like teeth. "My name is Miranda." They stared at each other in equal awe and curiosity. They both sat down.

"Out of all the things that I expected to see this morning you were the last." Phil looked with a face that portrayed calm and tranquility as he took in her beauty. "Why? There aren't many humans in this world?" Miranda looked away sadly, "No. Only the oldest dragons could even claim to have seen a human and most of my expectations came from them." "I've never seen a true dragon." Miranda took back her gaze to Phil, "Only stories and some pictures of what we think you might look like. They're nothing compared to meeting a real dragon."

"What was that thing that attacked me?" "It was a ghost." "Of who?" "Something that should've been buried a long time ago." Her eyes took on a sad glint that weighed Phil's spirit. "Where did you come from?", she asked. "I think I'm from another world" "Another world?" "I woke in the middle of a barren plain and I remember nothing of what happened before that." Miranda listened with curiosity. A human from another world, she couldn't believe this. For hours the two talked away within the shining luminescence of the water.

"Do you want to know something?" "Okay." Miranda started to get worried. "I have this thing. A sort of fetish, a very odd fetish." "I've seen and heard many strange things in my life Phil. I'm pretty sure it isn't that..." "It's called vore." Miranda froze up. "Ever heard of it?", Phil asked. "Yes, I have. Is that why you liked my tongue? Wait, are you telling me that..?" Her sentence trailed off as she saw a long grin cross Phil's face. "Does this change anything?" "No, I still like you." "I'd ask if you wanted to try it, but I'd die if you ate me." Miranda began to draw imaginary circles on the ground with one of her nails, "Well.. Not necessarily." Phil became excited, "What do you mean?" "Have you ever heard of a storage stomach?" "No." "It's something that all dragons have. It's like this second stomach that doesn't digest where we can keep something safe." "You really have something like that?" Miranda nodded affirmatively. "Okay, so would you like to try it?"

Miranda's gaze drifted thoughtfully. She wasn't going to lie the idea intrigued her, but she was afraid of hurting him. She had never met someone who wanted to be eaten by her let alone a human. She turned her head back to Phil and smiled. She couldn't help but smile whenever she looked at the human, he was just so kind. She thought it over for a while and said, "Alright, let's do it."

Phil got up and stood directly beneath Miranda. "Are you sure about this?", Miranda asked worriedly. "Not really, but I still want to try it." Miranda lowered her muzzle inches away from Phil's face, her hot breath rustled his hair and had a form of calming reaction on the boy. She began to smell him, "You smell very nice." "Really?" Miranda smiled and continued to smell her companion. Shortly afterwards she let out her tongue and began to lick him. Though he was now covered in her drool, Phil couldn't help but smile. This was something else he was looking forward to. She licked him for about 30 seconds. Then she opened her maw wide and engulfed Phil completely into her mouth.

She was careful not to accidentally cut him on her fangs, although Phil wasn't worried the slightest bit. He trusted her absolutely. Miranda started to lick Phil and move him around her maw. Phil got an excellent idea to make this better for his friend. He began to wiggle and struggle ever so slightly. As she felt him struggle, Miranda started to suck on the human. After the sucking, Miranda gave a hard swallow and Phil's body was pulled into her throat. He slid down and landed in her other stomach.

As Phil arose he noticed that there was no acid. Just a sort of wetness that made it a bit slippery and difficult to walk. He eventually decided to sit down and listen to the dragon's strong heartbeat. "How is it?" Phil jumped, surprised that he could still hear Miranda's voice. "It's incredible." "Glad to hear it." Phil rested his head comfortably against her stomach.

After spitting him back out, Phil took a small swim in the body of water to wash off her saliva. When he returned to sit next to her, Miranda lowered her head and began to nuzzle her friend affectionately. "You taste pretty good." Phil gave her a kiss on her nose which she responded with a satisfied purring-like sound. "Miranda, this is the best moment of my life." A large smile of pure joy had spread on Phil's face. "Likewise.", Miranda responded. Then slowly the two drifted off to sleep.