Vore story threeMetal stood behind a small wall, waiting for his moment to strike. It has been three years since that Dragon saved his life, and he had made the best of them. He had given up being a mercenary, and had pledged his service to a nearby kingdom. He had searched the mountains for that dragon several times, to thank her, but he had never found her again.
Metal shook his head, bringing himself to the present. He had been asked to liberate this church from the hands of a ruthless gang leader. The mission called for stealth, so it was just him and another knight going into battle. Waiting, Metal smelled the wind. They had just lit their fire, meaning that they were going to relax for the night. They hadn't planned on Metal sticking his sword in their plans.
Metal watched carefully as the last of their guards went to bed. He motioned for his ally to follow, and he crept down to the chapel door. He opened it, then shouted a battle cry as he raised his weapon and charged.
Metal panted wi
My second Vore storyMetal crawled through the mountains. He was a mercenary Knight, who had just fought in a battle, only to be abandoned when he got injured. "Why are you leaving me?" He asked the man who was to pay his fee. "If you're dead, then I don't have to pay you, Mercenary." He said with a grin. He then left, only to be killed by his enemies.My second Vore story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Metal had crawled for 12 days after that, looking for shelter in the increasingly cold nights. He crawled for twelve hours a day, losing hope with every hand full of dirt.
He finally came upon a cave, in deep the mountains. This wasn't the first cave that crossed his path, but it was the first that felt warm. He crawled into the cave, hoping to find a hot spring, or something. What he didn't expect to find was a Dragon.
This Dragon was a Deep crimson in color, a large gash flexed over its eye as it observed its visitor. It adjusted its red wings with curiosity.
"That's it," He thought, "That's it, I'm going to die now." Then he remembered that some dragons h
Cold CaseWARNING: Contains soft vore and suspenseful situations.Cold Case3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a story for dragonaddict involving his friend, Jed, and himself as a character. I hope ya'll enjoy it!
Many centuries ago, in the small kingdom Tyros, the country was being ravaged by famines and pestilences while its' good-hearted King Pius tried to keep his people safe in these trying times. Tyros was a country where, beyond the rolling hills and icy plains, little occurred. The lands were often affected by the cold climate of the area and caused most of the problems with growing food and trying to live. Most of what this medieval country on depended for food were the native bears and elk that naturally roamed the plains and hills.
Ryan was a young man who resided in the small village below and always looked at a situation like it was the best in the world. Ryan was the son of the village's most famous baker and always loved helping his dad cook some of the most appeasing dishes and making people happy. Many times
Vore and TransformationWarning! The following contains soft Vore and Transformation.Vore and Transformation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
High in the mountains, a boy just sat there, on his rock, thinking about what got him there. He had been a beggar in the town where he was born. His parents had died when he was 5, and he had always had to depend on others.
One day, he was begging for food in the town square, when the richest person in town saw him. This man turned to the town guard's men that were standing nearby, and ask them to remove the boy from the town. "Take him to the mountains," He had said, "Maybe an animal will get him." "We can't do that without a reason." Said a guard, the boy knew this guard well. "And he hasn't hurt anything." "How about this for a reason?" he said, holding out money for the guard. "No we can't take-" he started to say.
His buddy interrupted him. "Well this time I can make an exception." His buddy said, taking the money from the man. The guard walked over to the boy. "You there, get up!" he said angrily, "You're coming with m
My First Vore StoryWarning! Contains soft Vore!My First Vore Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Metal was walking through the local forest. This was a normal walk for him; he usually walked around this time. This was when his family would fight over what was for dinner, the deer they caught, or the bread his mother baked.
He wasn't wearing any armour, but he did have a small thin dagger that his father gave him. This Dagger was Metal's most prized possession; his father had given it to him 15 years ago, before he went hunting Dragons. His father never came home from that trip.
But this day, Metal noticed something different about the forest. It was quiet, which was unusual, being that the forest was not to different from the town. The hustle and bustle of people was just replaced by the hustle and bustle of forest creatures. But today, they were all gone, not a single animal was outside of their nests.
Metal took this into account, but there hadn't been even a pickpocket for years, it should be safe. None the less, Metal kept a hand on the hilt of his
Vore Story fiveVore story fiveVore Story five3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning, Following contains soft Vore.
"Why isn't games fun anymore?" Metal asked himself, as his Glaceon/Garchomp combo KO'ed the Plasma grunts. He had been asking himself these things for the past 3 years. He would beat his games in less than a week each.
"Maybe because you play too much?" his family had said. "You are just gamed out."
"No way." Metal had always replied. "That's impossible." But the more he played, the more bored he got.
One day, Metal was walking through the forest behind his house. He often did this when both his DS's died.
He just walked for a good hour, and then decided to head home. As he turned he saw something very unusual. He saw a pair of Dragons.
They were in a clearing, but since Metal was in the thick of the trees, he decided to climb a tree for a better look. He saw that one of the Dragons was the size of a car, while the other was the size of a house.
Suddenly, the larger dragon bent down, and picked up the other in its jaws. It threw ba
The Dragon's HealingThe Dragon's Healing by ~ShadrelPendragon~The Dragon's Healing6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Shadrel Drian ran as quickly as he could through the dense forest. the loud yells from the Enemy Soldiers were ever present, chasing after him. Shadrel felt the wind of several arrows wip past his cheeks, legs, and shoulders. A few hit the tree in front of him, an inch or two away from his face. He had to escape the soldiers as fast as possible, but where could he go? He ran for what felt like an hour. His legs were becoming stiff and his chest begged for oxygen with stabbing pains. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping him going.
Suddenly, He felt an agonizing stab in his shoulder. Turning, he saw that one of the arrows had made it's mark. The soldiers were close enough now to get a good shot. Shadrel clasped his free hand to his shoulder. Adrenaline spiked, he criss crossed tree after tree and crouched to make a harder target. Aother arrow his it's mark, this time hitting him in the hip. The impact nearly knocked him to the ground. If that h
Silver DawnSilver Dawn (Dragon vore)Silver Dawn3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Vore Story FourVore story FourVore Story Four3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning, the following contains Soft Vore
"Why did I get myself into this mess?" Metal asked himself quietly. He was traveling through a desert, not unusual, except the part where he was traveling with a Dragon.
Eight years ago, Metal had lived a normal life in Cairo, Egypt. Then one day, exploring a back alley, he had found something strange. In a small corner, shaking out of fear was a Dragon, about the size of a medium dog. After assuring it that he wouldn't hurt it, as well as giving it a piece of bread, the Dragon spoke. "T-thank you." It had said, in a male voice.
"You can speak?" Metal had asked, curious. "Then can I have your name?"
"I-I don't know." he had answered, "Nobody gave me one."
"How about Ike?" Metal had said. "That sounds good."
From that day forward, Metal and Ike were good friends. Metal had found a secret oasis, hidden from the city, so he sneaked Ike there. Metal would visit him whenever he found the chance.
But, a week ago, everything had change
Viri's Present(Warning, Vore)Viri's Present2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walked through the forest, alone, cold, lost. My parents had said "Come on Nathan, it will be fun. Nothing can go wrong." But I guess they left out the fact that they could "forget" that I was with them and leave me in the forest. Now, what was supposed to be a fun camping trip, turned into me trying to survive in a forest completely foreign to me.
I didn't think I would have an extreme amount of trouble surviving. I am an average teen, with dark blond hair, blue eyes, average height. Typical teenager. The only difference, I am obsessed with dragons and writing. Sometimes, I liked nothing more than to sit at my computer and write a story about dragons. A computer I would never see again, a story I would never get to finish.
But right now is not the time to think of such things. I must figure out what I need to do to survive, or even get back. So I looked at what I had with me. I had my pocket knife, a small jacket, and an empty backpack. As I finished, I heard leaves
Icy VigilIcy VigilIcy Vigil3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a request from :icondragonaddict:
Ryan is :icondragonaddict:
Jed is :iconwhitedevil67:
Warning: This contains soft dragon vore
The early morning noises and colors of a new, blooming summer swept across a peaceful countryside. The glaring sun above depositing its nourishing rays on the grass and flowers that lined the earth. Urban cities bustled with noise and fumes; the industrial image of the free world. Great mountains arose like natural skyscrapers; their desire to touch beyond the sky always present. Upon one of these mountains lay a creature that nobody thought existed. A creature that the entire human race couldn't believe existed. Sitting on the edge of a plateau was a dragon.
He was leaning on his right forepaw which was curled into a fist that lay on his right cheek. His gaze shifted lazily between the horizon, the trees, the sky, and the birds that flew past. He noticed everything within miles, but they laid only at the very edge of his consciousness. His th
Beyond BeliefBeyond Belief3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: This story contains soft dragon vore.
Darkness. Allowing us to drift into that merciful state of blissful sleep. A place of no light. A place of no pain. A place of no uncertainty. So many would never want to leave such a place, preferring to feel nothing and drift within the landscapes of their dreams. But we wake up every time, sometimes with no memory of what had brought such peace to our tired minds while our body shut down. It is good that we wake though for the light is an equally fulfilling place, always leading us back through the dark to our true selves. This is what you think as you allow your bodiless thoughts to drift aimlessly within the abyss of the sub-conscious. You feel a sort of light tap on your head. It is time it seems You sigh, not wanting to leave such calmness behind. However, you know that you will always return to this place every night. You open your eyes and awaken.
All is still dark as you escape the abyss. Another day of workin
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.Cat and Mouse3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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
TrustTrustTrust2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(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
The 'Bond' of FriendshipWARNING: Contains violence, signs of torture, slight blood, suggestive innuendos, vore, and implied digestion.The 'Bond' of Friendship3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Happy Birthday Wyldfire7!!! I hope you had a fabulous day! My sincerest apologies for the latest of this story but I hope it cheers you up. I know the beginning so somewhat grim but I tried to make a very cool ending. This is non-canon in Wyld's history, just a stand-alone story referencing the events depicting in his own series entitled, "Humiliation"!
It was a quiet day in the city. The sun had just crept over the azure horizon and the mail trucks were starting on their normal routes throughout the tar crafted streets. The flipping of 'open' signs, the click of businessman walking to work, and the noise of the bikes and carriages going down the street, signified a new day had begun. Although the city, in its own right, was modern, cars and large vehicles were not permitted in the immediate streets of the city because of the reduced space. Instead of the normal automob
Assistance ApprehensionWARNING: Contains soft vore, blood, and suspenseful situations.Assistance Apprehension3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey again everyone, this is a story request from dragonaddict about me, as my avatar, having an "interesting" experience with him as a dragon, so I hope you enjoy it and that I don't make too many mistakes, thanks!
Wind rushed against the black stallion's skin as it carried its rider across the cool marshes. The sun was barley peaking over the horizon and the cool wind of the night was already setting in as the knight's mount carried him quicker towards the rocky plateaus of the west. The knight's black-crested cloak and flaxen hair rapidly blew around in the air as his stallion's speed increased, pushing them farther through the damp bogs and plains. The steed's rhythmic pace fell in unison with the rider's breathing and penetrated the night's chill as their bullet like form shot through it.
The knight's kingdom had fallen into disarray about a year ago when amongst the several conflicts with other kingdoms; Reland
Something Different"Soo how can you talk? I have never seen an animal talk aside from you," I asked Sapphire.Something Different3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't know... Same way you did I suppose." she replied
"Wait your parents taught you?" I asked
"Yep... That was a looong while ago," she said
"Wow... What were you parents like?" I said
"Can't remember much... But they were magical!" she said, "Watch this!"
She slithered off my bed and stood up in the middle of the room. She closed her eyes, her forked tongue poking out the side of her mouth in concentration. I smiled at her attempt. Then... She glowed in blue light, illumimating the whole room. I gasped She began to glow brighter and brighter. Suddenly, in a burst of white light, Sapphire... Changed. In her place stood a... A blue dragon. She was now a little larger than a horse, she had large blue wings, smooth skin, a long spiny tail, two strong legs, and two arms, her eyes were blue, and her stomach was white. I sat and stared in awe.
"Yo- You- You're a dragon!?" I stammered
"Yep!" she gig
Warmth.Warning: Contains vore and traces of bacon. Don't like it? Don't read it!Warmth.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stepped out into the crisp, cold morning air. It was another beautiful day in the mountains. Towering all around you were the huge mountain ranges, topped with snow and peppered with trees. To your left was the dense forest and to your right was the village. The weather was clear and sunny, today would be a perfect day for exploration. You take one last look at the small cabin and begin to hike up the base of the mountains. The wet dirt is quickly replaced by snow, and the trees by rocks.
You had come to the mountains for a vacation. You came alone and had lived in a small cabin near a small village. For the past month, every day you hiked up the mountain, seeking an adventure. Today, you hoped, was going to be different. You were going to hike further and higher up the mountain then you ever had.
Now here you were tudging through the light snow that had fallen on the top of the mountain during the nig
Becoming a KnightBecoming a KnightBecoming a Knight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: This contains soft vore.
Deep inside a castle lied a forge, where a squire was busy sharpening a dagger. He had recently been given a message; today he would be given a special task by the lord of the castle, and if he succeeded, he would be knighted. The thought of finally becoming a knight filled him with excitement. He had been training for this his whole life, and now it was finally going to pay off. His excitement was a bit much, and he chipped the dagger he was grinding. I probably won't need it today anyway, he thought. He picked up the ruined dagger, and put in a rack for future repair. As he was doing this, someone knocked on the door. He answered it promptly.
"Who is it?"
A slightly muffled voice came from behind the door. "It's a messenger. I'm here to deliver some urgent news."
The squire felt confused. He was supposed to be given the task late in the day, and then he would proceed with it the next day. It was only morning.
"Come in, then."
How to Feed a SnakeI opened my eyes slowly. The sun was shining though the vertical slits in my blinds. I could still feel the enormous snake lying on my belly, where she was when I had fallen asleep, but she was moving around now, awake. I sighed contently. It was around nine o'clock in the morning and I had just gotten a great night's sleep with my slithery friend.How to Feed a Snake4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning, Miles," she cooed in my ear. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She giggled. I loved to snuggle her in the morning.
"Good morning, Tia," I replied with a yawn.
"Do you know what time it is, Miles?" she asked me. I could tell she was excited about something.
"No," I replied sleepily, rolling over. "What time is it?"
"Breakfast time," she said with a grin. "C'mon, Miles! Get up!" I knew she must have something planned.
I groaned as I slid my feet off the edge of the bed and sat up.
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.A Lucky Snack3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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
Dark ProtectorWARNING: Contains vore, suspenseful situations, transformation, and slight nudity.Dark Protector3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All characters belong to me.
Deep in the tundra plains and snow-covered forests of Canada, there lived a small boy in a remote town, nestled in the heart of this vast country. This boy was only five years old when his mother dies from pneumonia leaving the child in the care of his uncle, the father having left years before. For nine long years, the boy's uncle treated him very poorly. Despite the child's best attempts to avoid his relative's wrath, many nights still ended with injury being placed upon the boy. Since their town was more remote than most, their tiny log cabin only had electrical heat for a few hours a day, and so the two were forced to warm themselves by an ancient wood furnace the rest of the time. A favorite cruelty of the uncle was to send the boy out into the winter's cold to gather wood and logs for the furnace that night.
Even though it was freezing outside, and there was little to d
An Unusual New FriendAn Unusual New FriendAn Unusual New Friend4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I have no idea how long I have been running and hiding for, but at least I know it has been awhile. I ducked under a bush, trying to catch my breath and hoping to hide from my pursuer. Did I catch my breath? Sorta, did I throw off my pursuer? No. I could tell by the fast and loud wind that had suddenly picked up from the trees, and shortly, a really loud thumping sound on the ground not too far away from where I was hiding. "Dammit" I cursed under my breath before I got up and ran in the opposite direction.
Possibly by now you would want to know who and what is my pursuer, where I am, who I am, what I am (answering this one right now, I`m human) and why I`m talking to myself and pretending like I`m talking to someone at the same time. First, my pursuer is a dragon....... well a dragoness who happens to be really big, about 40ft tall and 60ft long (well, to me it sounds big), green all over( which I didn`t see her at first until she leapt out from behind, also she
A loves bond(vore, dragon human love)A loves bond3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
what I see(vore dragon love drama)what I see4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up in a cave. It was freezing cold and the stone floor chilled my skin, the only thing keeping me warm was my red jacket. The chilling air blew into the cave which gave me goosebumps on my skin, I scouted the cave and there I saw a large figure, I did not move an inch, at first all I could see was a blurred blue, the figure stood at least 28 feet tall.
The figure had to be something with blue scales then I let my eyes slowly gain focus and then looked. I wiped my eyes and I could make out a glimmering light, I could see a fire,
the figure raised up its head, my vision blurred again then what I could make out of my surroundings was now shaded a shining blue. I looked down to its feet, but I only saw a blue limb. I was not sure if this creature was trying to pin me down or when it was sleeping it just rested the limb on me, the limb on top of me was a dragon's arm holding me down, but it was not uncomfortable for me.
I could see two glowing blue eyes looki