Little Pets

He dearly loved all his little pets. He sought to make them each as comfortable and happy as possible. His new particular favorite, Alimesia, was still horribly timid. She’d bitten him when he’d last tried to pick her up and feed her treats. What had she called him? “Dragon scum”? Terribly unoriginal. But humans were not known for their originality, and he did not pamper his sweet little human pets the way he did because he valued their intelligence. Quite the opposite. Koldrur found silly humans to be some of the most fun pets. They didn’t fight for quite so long and tended to resign themselves to captivity much sooner. 

Not that captivity under Koldrur was all that bad. Dragons had been terrorizing humans for centuries and ruled over them with a heavy hand. The wealthiest and most powerful dragons often kept humans as pets or as livestock. Most humans were kept in appalling conditions, in Koldrur’s opinion. No one ever seemed to think of their comfort! But Koldrur found great pleasure in giving his pets the best of everything. They had lavish quarters, the very best food, and even other humans to wait on them and provide for their every need. His pets were allowed to socialize and play with each other and even mate freely. Though most of them were never entirely content, being that they were technically being held against their will, the vast majority were happy to partake in glutting themselves with food and drink and enjoying a lifestyle they never could have had outside of Koldrur’s tender care.

Koldrur felt himself quite benevolent whenever he gave in to one of his pet’s wishes. He loved presenting them with favorite foods or holding them in his hands (which were ordinarily quite human-like, so long as he kept his shape geared towards pleasing them, rather than letting himself shift into more dragonlike features) and rubbing their aching bellies with a fingertip when they grew too full. But it’s hard to deny that the dragon had quite selfish motives for letting his pets live such an indolent lifestyle. They were to be food, after all. And Koldrur had found that he liked humans best when they were relaxed, happy, and as fat as they could possibly be.

See, Koldrur had eaten many a human. Many of them had been painfully thin, starved of every comfort their whole lives. They went down too lightly--not enough meat on them. The athletic ones, the sort dragons liked to pit against each other and bet upon, were a bit better, but they lacked sweetness. When Koldrur had been privileged enough to be gifted a plump human (or, at least, the plumpest he had seen up until then. Looking back on it she was likely barely two hundred pounds, which was much too thin for his current tastes), he’d marveled for quite a while at how soft she was. He’d squeezed at her and played with her while she cried and begged him to release her. He’d licked her then, from toes to forehead, leaving her dripping with his saliva and still crying. She was about as big as his thumb and tasted like a wondrous combination of salt and sweetness. It wasn’t much longer before he slipped her into his maw. She struggled all the while, trying to stand up on his tongue, pressing against his sharp teeth. He’d savored her flavor for quite a while. And then he’d swallowed her and the feeling of something simultaneously so soft and so heavy in his gut had been rapturous.

Now, his little human pleasure palace regularly produced humans that had grown so heavy they could hardly use their limbs. He found each more delicious than the last. One of his most recent treats had been a human who had put on a good portion of their weight with alcohol. Koldrur had noticed the man, now well on his way to nearly a half-ton, hiccuping as a servant poured wine into his mouth. The dragon had waited until the man had fallen into a bloated, drunken stupor and then popped him into his mouth, reveling in the flavor of the wine on his tongue as the man slipped down his gullet.

Koldrur loved his little hedonists.

Unfortunately, Alimesia was fighting hard against the lifestyle of pleasure and plenty her new master provided. She was definitely growing, but at a terribly slow rate. Koldrur was disappointed. He wanted all his pets to be happy and find the pleasure in their situation. But Alimesia refused. She rarely overindulged in food or drink, didn’t socialize with the other pets or mate with them, and even opted out of daily feasttimes in favor of eating smaller meals by herself. 

When one of the human servants came to Koldrur and told him that Alimesia was spreading dissent and attempting to motivate some of the pets to try and escape, he ordered that she be brought before him immediately. She was brought to him and pushed into his waiting hand. He gripped her, his fingers wrapped around her and only her head and shoulders poking out of his fist. He brought her up to his face. “Alimesia, dear, I’ve been hearing things about you…”

She attempted to spit at him but he covered her mouth. Her eyes burned with anger. “Why must you be so angry with me? I only want your happiness, little one.”

He uncovered her mouth. Her face was red with anger. “You only want us as food! It’s disgusting what you’re doing - trapping us with nothing to do but eat and drink so we get fattened up for you! I won’t do it. I won’t give you the pleasure.”

Koldrur laughed. “Oh, Alimesia... I’m more than happy to eat you just as you are.” He opened his hand and flipped her over so she was facedown on his palm. He grazed a finger along her backside, marveling at the way most of her weight seemed packed into her plump little bottom. “You’re not nearly as soft as I want you, but if you truly don’t want to enjoy a few years of luxury and you’d rather I just eat you now, that’s easily arranged.” His tongue flickered out and ran itself up her legs.

Alimesia squirmed. “Fuck you!”

“Well, I can’t quite give you that, unfortunately.” He flipped her over until she was on her back. He spread her little legs and ran his index finger along her sex. “But I can pleasure you this way. Humans do taste quite good after they - what is it called? - orgasm.”

Alimesia struggled. There was fear in her eyes. The dragon continued gently brushing between her legs, first with his finger, then with the tip of his tongue. She tried to resist, but her hips bucked against her will. “Be a good girl. Just give in.” She moaned, half in pleasure, half in terror. “Yes… make yourself sweet for me.” It didn’t take long for him to work her into multiple orgasms. She laid back in his palm, flushed, eyes closed. She looked ashamed. He ran his tongue up her torso.

“Please… please don’t eat me.” She was breathless. “I’m so scared.”

“Oh, my dear, that’s unfortunate! You don’t want to be eaten, but here you are, looking so delectable. And you won’t enjoy my hospitality, either! What am I to do with such a petulant pet, hm?”

“I-I don’t know. But please, don’t eat me now.” 

“I don’t know… You keep scaring the other pets. They just want pleasure, my dear. And you’re interfering with it. I can’t have that.” He raked his tongue across her. “And if you’re not going to plump up for me any more, it’s no use wasting our time, right?” He lifted her to his lips, breathing hot against her skin.

“P-please!” She shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” 

“I don’t believe you.”

He put her into his mouth, clamping down his teeth so that he wouldn’t accidentally chew her. She wailed, pounding her little fists against his tongue. He licked at her, moaning at how lovely she tasted. Just imagine how much more lovely she’d taste with a few hundred more pounds on her… He began to pleasure her with his tongue once again. She tried to resist, but had nowhere else to go, and eventually gave herself over to pleasure.

When it seemed that she could take no more without passing out, Koldrur released her back into his hands. She was soaking wet and panting. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” Alimesia nodded slowly. “I only want you to have the best. I’ll bring you back to your quarters so you can wash up. And I want to hear only good reports about you from now on, my dear.”

He deposited her with a human servant. She stood in a daze. “Alimesia?” She turned toward him, blinking. “As soon as I hear you’ve put on a hundred pounds, I’ll play with you again. Would you like that?”

Alimesia’s eyes grew wide. Her stomach growled. She turned to the servant and asked, “How long until dinner?”