Adoption papers for DragonsHey deviants! I want to put the page out there for all the adoptable dragons i have, and the adopted dragons and who adopted them. Please consider! These dragons are cold and lonely, and I cannot sell them, so they are free!
Needing a home
has a home
Aquatus is now ADYNAMICA's Dragon! Good luck on all your future adventures!
Boron is now jackal88k's Dragon! good luck on all your future Adventures!
Vore and TransformationWarning! The following contains soft Vore and Transformation.Vore and Transformation4 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
Dragon vore- Sam and RogerThis story contains Soft Vore, and Digestion.Dragon vore- Sam and Roger4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Metal sighed, and chased a sheep around with his claw. He didn't want to eat sheep, but if he didn't, he would starve. He played a little longer, before picking it up and eating it. What he wanted to eat young dragons. He had already eaten two, and was starting to crave a third. He knew it was bad, eating the young of his own kind, but they tasted so good! He sighed again, and looked out at the village, hoping something would happen. Then, he got his wish.
"Hey Roger!" said the brown, teenage dragon.
"Yes, Sam?" said her green twin brother.
"They just let the cows out to graze at the outer farm!" Sam said, licking her lips. "What do you say? Between the two of us, we should be able to lift one."
Plush dragon vore- requestPlush Dragon vore- commission by AnothernewguyonDAPlush dragon vore- request4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maria Screamed! This was exactly what she wanted! She didn't care about the Play Station she got, nor the Guitar. She held up a little Pink stuffed Dragon. It was the best present in the world to her! Her Christmas was the successful because of this!
A few hours later...
The family had all gone home with all their gifts, and their stomachs full of food. Maria was already asleep with her little plush dragon, taking it to dreamland with her.
She dreamt that they were in a pretty forest, and she smiled. She hugged her little plush dragon, but stopped when she heard a meep. She looked at her little stuffed toy, and was surprised to see a living breathing dragon! She gasped, and it jumped out of her hand, growing to about her size. Maria smiled, and hugged her new dragon, and it purred.
"Hello Maria." the Dragon said.
"Yay! You can talk too!" she squealed.
The dragon nodded "yes I can."
"Yay!" Maria squealed again. "Now we can play all sort
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.Vore story three4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
Silver DawnSilver Dawn (Dragon vore)Silver Dawn4 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
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 story4 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
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 Snack4 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
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
Freinds with a blue dragonWarning: Soft, Safe, Non fatal voreFreinds with a blue dragon4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
Saphira's Pleasure by masterlevan1: Eragon voreSaphira's Pleasure by masterlevan1: Eragon vore4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Give full credit to masterlevan1 he made this for me give him all the credit
WARNING: Contains soft vore and suspenseful situations!
All characters, settings, and locations belong to Christopher Paolini
Three weeks ago I was just a farm boy, and now I'm apparently a dragon rider. Brom keeps telling me that my destiny is far greater than that of any farmer or simple folk. Sometimes I just want to slap him, ha-ha but I guess I probably couldn't if I tried.
We have been tracking the monsters that killed my uncle, the Ra'zac, for nearly a week and have finally found out where they are headed. We picked up their tracks yesterday when we found Teirm, a small city that was nearly abandoned by its people. We are about five days away from Dras-Leona, the town where the Ra'zac seem to be heading.
My dragon, Saphira, has helped me cope with the loss of my uncle and has assured me that she will be by my side until the end of whatever life or journey we're on. Sometimes I think for such a
Dragon VoreDragon VoreDragon Vore4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Raikan flew through the air above the forest. His beautiful green scales shining in the midday sun and his gigantic wingspan nearly blocking out the sun, casting a somewhat discouraging shadow on the grounded woodland creatures below.
"What a gorgeous day" he thought to himself.
Then suddenly his large gut began to rumble, a noise that drove the birds flying near him into a panic. Raikan lifted his reptilian paw to his belly.
"haha, maybe a lil breakfast is in order."
He looked down towards the dense woodland, and the lakes. Then he spied a clearing, in the middle of which was a little black sleeping dragonling. Raikan licked his lips and reared his head then flew straight and true towards that clearing. He landed just above the dragonling, trapping it between his massive paws.
The dragonling awoke with a start as the ground shook as Raikan landed. It was dazed and confused but then it's look of confusion turned to fear, as it realised the massive salivati
Beyond BeliefBeyond Belief4 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
Saphira's PleasureSaphira's Pleasure4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: Contains soft vore and suspenseful situations!
All characters, settings, and locations belong to Christopher Paolini
None of this material in this story actually happened or did it
Three weeks ago I was just a farm boy, and now I'm apparently a dragon rider. Brom keeps telling me that my destiny is far greater than that of any farmer or simple folk-sometimes, I just want to slap him and tell him I'm not like that at all
Then again, I guess I probably couldn't if I tried. We have been tracking the monsters that killed my uncle, the Ra'zac, for nearly a week and have finally found out where they are headed. We thought we'd lost them, as it was raining hard the other day, but we picked up their tracks again yesterday when we stumbled upon Teirm, a small city that was nearly abandoned by its people. They were fresher this time, which means we're catching up with them. We are about five days away from Dras-Leona, the town where the Ra'zac seem to
Dragon of the night(vore, soft vore, dragon vore)Dragon of the night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
TrustTrustTrust3 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
Vore Story- kathroWarning, the following contains soft vore.Vore Story- kathro4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Metal sat there, resting as the remains of his last meal slowly vanished from his gut. His belly growled, but he didn't feel like eating another sheep. He remembered the time he had eaten a young dragon, oh how long ago that was! The flavours were unforgettable! He wanted to taste it again.
Kathro, another hatchling, was watching the mountain village. She observed the villagers as they removed the last of their sheep from the wagon. "Purrrr-fect." She said, licking her lips. "They've finished, and the stupid cave dragon has yet to notice. I don't think he will mind if I take one before he gets there." She jumped off her lookout spot, and flew towards the farm with the sheep.
Metal walked out of his cave, and saw Kathro fly towards the sheep. "Perfect. Here comes dinner." He said, taking off as fast as
A good freindship voreA good freindship vore4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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.
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.A First Encounter, Part One of 'The Relationship'3 years ago in Short Stories More Like 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
Vore Story fiveVore story fiveVore Story five4 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
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
Cold CaseWARNING: Contains soft vore and suspenseful situations.Cold Case4 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
My First Vore StoryWarning! Contains soft Vore!My First Vore Story4 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
Tia's Sleep OverI opened my eyes and blinked a few times, yawning and stretching. The sun was almost setting in the afternoon sky outside the window. The sun sparkled in through the glass and roused me from my nap. I sat up and looked over at my belly where the last little bit of a filling meal had been earlier this afternoon. "Finished," I thought to myself proudly, smacking my lips. After a long day of napping and digesting the last savory bit of my most recent meal, I decided we should have a little fun tonight.Tia's Sleep Over4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Tia. I'm a big green snake with bright yellow eyes and a scaly, yellow belly. I live with my best friend Miles and his parents. Miles is a little, 10-year-old kid, and the sweetest you've ever met. He's a little shorter than most kids his age, and he's got blue eyes and ruffled, brown hair.
He was kicking back on his bed in his socks, reading a comic book when I slithered on up to h