I slowly open my eyes, I feel warm and sticky. I look around and regain my senses, there is an extreme odor, my eyes jolt around trying to find the source. I realise that this is not my room, nor am I lying on my bed. I turn to feel my bed, it’s sticky and squishy. It’s very long, I slowly follow my eyes up the length and I feel a layer of dread as I see that it’s attached to a large dragon. I want to stand up and run, but I don’t want to wake the dragon up. I try to think, but last thing I remember is falling asleep in class. I start forming a plan, but as I try to shift I realise that I’m stuck to the dragon’s member, I try not to think about what is sticking me to it. I decide to fall back asleep, so I can save energy for my escape when the large dragon wakes up. Next thing I know I feel cloth rubbing against me, I immediately know I’m in some sort of clothing item, but the question is, what type? It is tight pushing me and the shaft against the dragon’s lower stomach. The dragon seems to be completely unaware of me tagging along for a ride. I deduct that the dragon is wearing a speedo, I guess wherever he is going doesn't have high dressing standards. As he walks for what seems like hours I grow bored, and begin to need air. I decide there is only one way to peep my head out and get some air. I didn’t want to come to this but, I start licking the salty shaft. I feel it pulse, then start rising. I listen to the outside world as I slowly rise, I hear the large dragon mudder “teacher”, I realise where I am, before I can even process what is happening I feel him get up and sprint to the restroom. I finally can peek my head over the band of the speedo as the dragon’s member is fully erect. I look around, we are in the bathroom, and I see another large orange and tan dragon in the bathroom as we walk past. I take this time to look at who I am stuck to, the dragon has a lot of black, green, and a bit of grey. I hear the orange dragon say “up for another” with a laugh. I immediately know this is not good. The green dragon adjusts his speedo line, pushing me back under, and my face into the head of the cock I’m stuck to. I feel a gush of wind as the speedo is wiped all the way down, and I am meet face to face with an orange and tan pucker. “Oh fu-” I attempt to whisper to myself as the green dragon thrusts full force his cock into the musky caverns of the tubby orange dragon. I feel the walls of the orange dragon rub against my back as they thrust in and out for what feels like an eternity. I then hear the moment I’ve been dreading, with one last push the cock starts spewing fluids into the other male dragon’s tailhole. I feel myself get pulled off the green dragon’s cock into the stream of white liquid. As everything settles down I feel my feet get cemented to the wall of the orange dragons deep anus. I lose track of time as years pass with me living in the dragons anus while him being completely unaware. The many Dragons he have had sex with’s fluids have enough nutrients to keep me alive. My life is now just waiting for the next time I get sprayed by a cock head. I’ve seen many types, pointy, small, large. I wait for one day, were I will be free from my warm fleshy prison.


Teren and Tegon had challenged their micro friend to climb up the towering erection of the green dragon. They had said not to use his wings, only his claws were allowed to be used during this challenge. Bronzewing clambered up the monstrous expanse known only as Teren’s cock even as the giant himself throbbed it around to impede him. Every breath he took was filled with the natural scent of the reptile’s groin, his body was burning with heat Teren was putting out from his massive erection. But all during this ordeal Tegon had been far from stationary as he pressed his lips to the other dragon’s own. Their lust filled actions providing a soundtrack Bronze didn’t want to hear. A neon green fist drifted down to clamp over the darker green of the spire, Tegon seemingly forgotten the tiny friend still climbing nearby. Fingers drummer, caressed, rubbed over the eager flesh just under where Bronze was still moving along. The micro let out his breath when they vanished back around the thick cock he was attached to and leaving him alone to head ever higher upwards. Shapes moved about in the world around him, Tegon’s legs coming into view nearby with the large paws landing on Teren’s thighs. At the glistening pink cap to this living monument Bronze smiled in victory even with the light vanishing and leaving the micro to look upwards. It seems as though his challenge was now to get back down to the base without getting lost, or crushed, in the cavern that was even now descending towards him.