Cultural Differences

George woke from his previous pervious encounter somehow feeling more relaxed than ever, curled up on their now-mutual bed at Banana’s apartment. From the looks of things, they had already moved things from his apartment as well, even if they’d need a bigger apartment before it could all be taken out of boxes.

Thankfully, they’d also abided by his instructions not to paint any of his stuff bright colors. Given Banana’s disappointed reaction when he’d given her that request, she’d definitely been going to.

“Hey Anon!” When he awoke, Banana was in the room so quickly that she may as well have teleported, but he no longer questioned such physics-defying feats. “You feeling okay? The Princess put a long sleep spell on you so you’ve been out for almost a whole day!”

Oh so that’s why he was surprisingly relaxed. He sighed, “I can’t even imagine what that crazy mare did while I was out.”

“No…” Banana deadpanned as she stared past him for a moment. “You can’t.”

“Uh…” George wasn’t sure if he should ask for details. “Well, I guess I don’t have to get up for work anymore at least.”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Banana said with a huge grin. “I’ve been told to bring you over to The Fuzzy Holes to get you acquainted with everyone asap!”

“What?” George was the one dead-panning now. “No interview or anything?”

“Oh not at all,” Banana shook her head. “Princess Cadance put in a good word for you, which is to say she basically ordered them to hire you. You really impressed her ya know!”

“I… well. Okay,” George took a deep breath. “Well… no reason I shouldn’t go get this over with immediately I suppose.

George had no idea what to expect. Well okay, he had a bit of an idea, but still wasn’t sure how those ponies interacted during the moments when they weren’t having sex, nor how brief or long those moments were.

He expected Banana to stick with him, but as soon as they entered the back area of The Fuzzy Holes, Caramel ran up to them out of nowhere and grabbed Banana so violently that George thought she was going for a mount at first. Instead she pulled her aside.

“Didn’t you remember?” Caramel squeaked. “We go on early today for that old woman’s birthday party she paid to have here!”

“Oh I forgot!” Banana said, pointing down the hall. “George! Uh… just go down this hall to the last door on the left. That’s where the breakroom is. You’ll meet some of the others there for sure and I’ll send someone to get you as soon as I can and remember!”

“W-what?” George asked. “I thought you were going to…”

“No time!” Caramel repeated as she dragged Banana away.

Damn it! This was going to be awkward enough with Banana there to explain things for him, but it couldn’t be helped. He took a deep breath, turning down the hallway and walking towards the door she had motioned him to. At the very least, it was early on a Monday, so there weren’t a lot of people here and probably not as many shows despite them having one early.

Before he even opened the breakroom door, he heard a squeal from inside the door across the hall from it, as well as a bit of a crackling and sizzling underneath it. He was so curious that he thought he’d get a look inside the other room. He worked here now, so it shouldn’t be too much of an issue, right?

What he saw shocked him, a feat that he wasn’t sure was possible anymore. There was a large reptilian beast that he could only assume was a dragon, light blue scales and glowing red eyes, standing even larger than Cadance. It was a wonder it had fit in the door to get in here. They had what appeared to be a flaming pony half way down their throat bottom-first. The pony was arching her back and squealing in what George could only assume was agony.

George leaped into action without really thinking through how he was going to fight a literal dragon, using his whole body to ram the dragon in the gut, at which point he found out she was probably female by the splurt of juice that he got upon slamming into her. She grunted, clearly caught off guard, losing her balance and falling backwards.

Acting quickly, George tore a curtain from the nearby window, wrapping the flaming pony in it and yanking her from the dragon’s throat. The dragon had her tongue wrapped around the mare, so he had to yank her a bit harder, then rolled her onto the floor until the flames died down to a smolder.

“What are you doing?” demanded the flaming pony as the dragon choked a bit behind them.

“What do you mean?” George asked. “She set you on fire and was literally eating you whole!”

“Yeah, as part of the show!” the… pony… asked? Actually come to think of it, they looked somewhat different than a pony.

First of all, she didn’t appear to have been singed even a little by having been on fire. Second, she had dark red scales running down the top of her head and back, as well as a lighter red mane that was more akin to a lion’s mane than an equine’s, circling behind her ears and covering her chest. Her tail was mostly bare with a poof at the end which ran along the underside of the tail. She had a horn, but it wasn’t like a unicorn’s horn, curved backwards instead of straight.

“Wait… what?” George froze, so confused he forgot there was a potentially angry dragon behind him.

“This is the new guy, I’m betting, Banana’s husband,” the dragon behind him chuckled in a barely-feminine voice before light-heartedly poking him in the ribs from behind with her tail.

“This… a show,” sighed George. “Uh… apologies then, but I still don’t understand why that was a show… setting a pony on fire and swallowing them seems uh… dangerous.”

“I had my tongue around her to pull her back up,” said the dragon. “And if I failed, we have someone around here that can teleport creatures, probably.”

“I set myself on fire,” the pony-thing explained. “I’m a kirin, we can magically catch aflame when we experience intense emotions, and I’ve learned to let myself go during um… climactic situations. My name is Amber Aria by the way!”

“And I would be Kayda,” the dragon said and George looked back just in time to see her roll her eyes as her tail swished behind her. “Though for this particular act my stage name is Omegamistress Devourer of Souls. You can call me Kayda here, but don’t drop the act if we’re on stage.”

“Oh!” Amber suddenly started jumping up and down in excitement. “Did YOU wanna do me while I catch on fire? It’d be a great way to bond with kirin culture!”

“I would burn to death…” George took a step back and scratched the back of his head nervously. “Otherwise I’d probably be all over it.” She was rather exotic looking.

“Oh, we just need a fire-proofing potion for you,” assured Amber. “Now where were they… I forget, and our alchemist isn’t in today, but I should be able to find one!”

With that, Amber turned and excitedly bounced to the door, tail flagged upwards and juice from her previous excitement leaving a trail on the floor, some of which seemed to vaporize into steam as she got into the mood again. George was left alone, momentarily at least, with the dragon several times his size.

“So,” Kayda prodded him in the ribs with a single claw, a bit harder this time. “You’re the human that impressed Princess Snack enough that she gave a literal royal order to hire you. That’s quite the feat.”

“You call her Snack?” George chuckled awkwardly. “But yeah, don’t ask me how because I don’t even understand it myself. I wasn’t even conscious for the whole thing.”

“Princess of the Snacks,” smirked Kayda. “They’re all snacks to a dragon, after all. But don’t worry, I only eat them temporarily for fun, not for nutrition. So uh, I do wonder though…”

Kayda leaned forward, her face almost touching his as he stood frozen there. He watched her maw open slightly and saliva drip from her teeth as her tongue traced along the interior of her maw. He knew exactly where this conversation was going and he didn’t quite like it.

“I don’t taste good,” George volunteered.

“Oh I’m sure you taste fine,” Kayda said, backing off just a bit and licking her lips. “You’re made of raw meat like anything else after all, but like I said, I don’t keep friends down long enough to suffer for it. Dragons have a lot of internal control so it’d barely even sting in there.” She tapped her chin with one claw. “And you sorta owe me for singeing those curtains, not to mention accusing me of being a pony-eater in the bad way.” She didn’t seem very angry about it, but had a point at least.

“So, you do that on stage a lot then?” George had to admit, he was getting increasingly curious, and she didn’t seem like a bad girl. That and his pants were getting a bit tight as he continually glanced down to eye her drooling draconic slit.

“I can tell you wanna fuck me,” Kayda said as if it were difficult to realize. “I tell you what… let me get a good taste and wriggle around in my tummy for a bit, and I’ll let you inside my dragon puss later. If you want, I mean some have claimed my belly is better.”

“Inside as in normal sex?” George was starting to pick up on what this girl was about.

“I make no promises,” the dragoness narrowed her eyes as she grinned toothily. “Other than that you will survive unharmed. Hm… maybe we could even make a show where you start out dressed as a knight and I peel your armor off after ‘defeating’ you.”

Kayda put a claw on his shirt, clenching slightly but not tugging it off yet. Her other claw slipped a single finger into the front of his pants and wriggled it around.

“You know what?... fine.” said George. “As long as it’s… safe.” If they really did it for a show and she’d been actively practicing it, it should be fine, right? Besides… her idea for a show with him as a knight sounded like just the sort of hilarious thing he might be more okay with doing on stage.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Kayda smirked a bit pridefully. “Not gonna turn down dragon fun, are you…”

Kayda went about undressing him, though was more careful than he expected. She pulled his shirt over his head and tugged his pants open, pulling his underwear down at the same time. He helped by shucking off his shoes, but at that point the large woman grasped him by the legs and turned him upside down, holding one of his bare legs in one claw as she tugged the rest of his lower clothes off with the other.

George cried out in surprise, but at least she was careful not to slam his head on the floor, so he took off his shirt as well to leave his body totally bare. It was weird how his boner flopping out in front of a relative stranger wasn’t completely embarrassing for him now; Banana and friends had definitely been a good corrupting influence.

As suddenly as she picked him up, Kayda dropped him back to land on his hands and then tumble down to lay face down on the floor.

“Run,” she narrowed her eyes down at him. “It’s hot when prey struggles.”

That wasn’t a difficult request. Even though he consciously knew she wasn’t going to harm him, his instincts at being striped bare and towered over by a large reptile were charged to full blast. He scampered to rush forward, but didn’t get a single step before her slimy tongue whipped out, grasping around one ankle and tugging him back to the floor.

As he fell flat on his face again, he looked back to see Kayda having lowered he head to floor level, her maw opening wide as her teeth glistened. She brandished her fangs and tugged on his ankle with her tongue, and he found himself sliding back across the wet floor towards her.

“Uh, you won’t scratch me up with those teeth right?” George started having a second thought about his agreement, though mostly him kicking at her tongue with his free foot was just playing into the act she desired. Honestly this was getting pretty hot for him, it was hitting the same ‘large woman’ fetish he’d discovered while with Cadance.

“I’m still considering it, you kicky little thing,” Kayda claimed as her free claw grabbed at his leg, claws glancing him but not enough to break skin. Though her claws looked sharp from a distance, it seemed she’d manicured them to have blunt ends so they barely even prickled.

She wrapped her tongue around both ankles, tugging them effortlessly together as her tongue somehow had more strength to it than his legs had to pull apart. He found himself rapidly tugged across the floor as he feet entered her waiting maw.

Fortunately, she retracted her front teeth slightly, and seemed to have even her teeth blunted slightly to avoid injuring her play-prey. It appeared she could retract the teeth independently so from the side it would still look like they were fully extended, no doubt useful for stage performances.

Though that made him feel safer on a conscious level, his instincts were on high alert to escape, unable to keep from clawing at the floor as his legs began to disappear between her lips, which closed and started slurping him in like a giant wet noodle, a huge grin spreading over her face.

With his legs locked inside her maw, her tongue whipped up forward and encircled his shaft, the tip wrapping around him three times as the rest rippled against his sack, giving him a warm hole to thrust again, actually a warmer hole then he tended to get from pony mates. He couldn’t help but buck his hips as he writhed in her grasp.

She kept massage his shaft as he felt his feet reach the back of her throat, muscles swallowing around him to tug him into the tight, wet expanse beneath. Her maw came up until her lips were at his behind, working them over his hips as she lifted him slightly off the floor. Her hot breath flowing over his body was incredible, and he was now having to consciously make himself struggle for her to keep from going limp in a surprising fit of bliss.

He definitely knew why Amber was squealing now getting tongue work like that on the way down. George had long tongues on him before, but it seemed dragons had more exact muscle control over every individual inch of the tongue, sending ripples and spasms through it as he repeatedly thrust his hips.

Finally she stood, his hands clawing at the floor now having nothing to grip other than her. She moved her claws upward, placing one on each of his shoulders with her blunted claws digging against his flesh, so he grasped hold of her arms, digging his own fingernails against her hard scales.

Kayda playfully growled when he grasped on her as if to stay outside, but didn’t seem like she was trying to pull him much further yet anyway until she was done with his shaft. Her throat muscles were more massaging his behind than pulling him downward, even as her tail provided him a hot fleshlight to thrust into. It wasn’t long before she got a taste of human seed, growling again more appreciatively as a load of seed coated the bottom of her maw.

Her tongue pulled back from his shaft momentarily, lapping up the cum and spreading it over her gums as if to maximize the taste. It then wrapped snugly around his waist, the tip curling around the middle to make a loop to hold him tightly. At that point, her head tilted upwards, and he felt her throat swallow more firmly with the intent of letting gravity pull him fully into her belly.

Though he still trusted her since not killing her partner was her job, it still wasn’t easy to let himself go down. He wriggle spastically, which mostly just pulled him down faster. When she pulled her claws back that he was holding onto, he tried to grasp at her blunted teeth, but it was impossible for his tiny hands to get much of a grip on saliva-coated dragon bone.

“It won’t hurt you, hottie,” Kayda managed to whisper, just in case his panic was more genuine than it had to be, but that didn’t help his instincts.

He glanced downward, only his head protruding from her lips as his torso began to get sucked into her throat. He watched as both her claws were going to town on her slit, masturbating furiously as her bloated neck took in her squirming prey. It was then that something occurred to him.

“Wait, how will I breathe in there?” George said shortly before her soft lips slid over his head.

The dragon chuckled, but decided to leave him in anticipation for the moment. He flailed his arms about as he grabbed at the base of her tongue, the tip still wrapped around his waist as she swallowed it with him. She clenched her throat firmly with only his shoulders and head in her mouth, swallowing around him to pull in some air into her stomach, apparently so he wouldn’t suffocate.

He already felt his legs having slid out into a more open expanse, and a moment later his head disappeared into her throat, his arms flailing out for a moment longer before getting sucked in as well. He imagined the bulge in her next must have been pretty spectacular as he slid down into her belly, sliding rapidly downward until he was deposited in a pocket of darkness and sticky moisture. It smelled a bit musty, not nearly as good as pony smells, but not terribly rancid either.

George gasped for air, finding that he could in fact breathe in here, so that was a relief. And to be honest, the warmth of her belly squeezing in on him and the layer of hot slime tingly at his skin actually felt rather relaxing. Still, she likely didn’t want him to relax, so instead he tried to kick his legs, sliding harmlessly off the walls of her belly but probably visible from the outside as tightly packed as he was in here.

Kayda groaned as she lay on her back with a thump, and he could hear the wetness of her claws still going at her draconic slit. Soon her whole body arched and shivered in orgasmic bliss, his purposeful struggles from inside sending her over the edge. And it was definitely worming its way into George’s fetish list as well as he began to slowly stroke off.

It was then that he noticed that perhaps not all was as well as it could be. When his hand slid down his body, he suddenly noticed that her tongue was no longer there holding him. Crap!

“Kayda, your tongue!” George shouted.

The dragon took a moment to moan from the shivers his shouting pushed through her, but didn’t sound too worried when she spoke. “Oops? Don’t worry, I hear Amber coming down the hall, I can always recognize that spastic girl’s steps.”

“What the hell can she do about it?” George was sincerely panicking now.

“Hey guys, I finally found it!” Amber called out, though her voice was muffled to George. “Hey where is that gu– oooooh. Hey you started having fun without me!”

“And he was delicious,” Kayda answered.

“Your tongue!” George screamed out.

“Yeah, I’m getting there, calm down,” Kayda answered, grunting again at the scream. “Look I totally accidentally let go with my tongue and I don’t think we have any powerful unicorns here today, so I guess I might have to take the vomit potion, kinda not looking forward to that.”

“We won’t have to do that!” squealed Amber, suddenly sounding very happy. “Open wide!”

George started to ask what was going on, but then realized it was pretty obvious what an excitable kirin with a vore fetish would do in this situation. Though Kayda seemed somewhat surprised too, a surprised ‘mmph!’ heard from outside, and George imagined that the kirin might have just dove right in.

There was a series of gagging noises from the direction of Kayda’s head, and George actually started to worry a little bit until he saw a light coming from the hole where he had been deposited from. He kinda wished the light wasn’t there, because this place looked as gross as he expected, blue-ish inner flesh covered in goop, but that didn’t change that it still felt rather heavenly.

“Can you fit two in here safely?” George cried out.

“She’s fine!” Amber’s voice came from the lit hole. “Dragons are tough, We could have a whole slumber party in here if we wanted.”

A second later, the light intensified and Amber’s head popped out of the esophagus, covered in saliva with a large grin on her face. Her horn was lighting up with magic as she carefully angled it on entry not to scrape against Kayda’s inner flesh too much. What’s more, in Amber’s muzzle was held a potion-like bottle full of a red and orange swirling liquid.

“Hi!” Amber grinned as she spat the potion bottle in George’s direction. “Don’t worry, I tied her tongue around me good!”

She did indeed. As Amber slid forward and freed her front hooves into the expanse, George saw Kayda’s tongue wrapped around her waist as well. In this case it wasn’t just looped around itself though, the kirin had actually tied a knot into it to make sure it stayed put. George hoped that wasn’t especially unpleasant for the dragon, but it was still probably more pleasant than a vomiting potion. A moan from the outside confirmed that Kayda wasn’t having too much grief.

Amber splooshed out stickily into the stomach, ending up with her body pressed against his and the potion snuggled in between them. She kept her horn lit, and waggled her eyebrows at him before motioning to the potion with her nose.

“Drink up,” Amber purred as she started to grind her hips against his, his shaft starting to firm up again between them.

“In here?” George asked. “And to think I had thought you creatures had ran out of ways to surprise me.”

“You mean ‘impress’ you, right?” Amber winked at him, then reached her head down to nap the potion and put it to his lips. “Come on. Kayda’s already fireproof, but you need to drink this.”

George saw no reason to deny her the extra fun, ‘practice’ was what he was here for after all. Add a magical x-ray to this and it might make another good show for the crowds in fact. He tugged the cork out with his teeth, then put the bottle to his lips, gulping down the spicy potion and feeling his whole body warm just a bit more.

“That’s right, horny hooman,” Amber purred. “Banana’s been telling us all about you, you’re going to love this.”

“I love you so much Amber!” called Kayda from outside. “I’m starting to think we were made for each other!”

“Our species certainly were!” called back Amber, then grinned back at George. “You’ll be fireproof, but you still got to set me off. Think you got it in you to be the spark? Or in me, whatever.”

“I only promise to try,” grunted George, not certain he could compete with Kayda’s tongue despite everyone seeming to think against all logic that he was a good lay.

“Okay, well remember you’re relying on me to pull you out of here at the end, so better do good,” Amber winked at him again and licked his nose slowly.

He worked the lick into deep kiss, faced with another long-tongued equine creature, grinding himself more firmly against her. Even in the hot, wet expanse they were squeezed into, he could feel the goo drooling from her excited little hole, and quickly tried to target himself to push inside. At first she giggled and made it difficult by moving her rump back and forth, but finally let him hit his target.

She was already warmer than usual inside, though maybe that was because they were both overheating in a dragon’s belly. He shivered as he relaxed, losing track of which was was up as their loving container rolled around to get into a better position. It didn’t really matter since they were perfectly packed into her stomach with soft tingling flesh pushing at them from all directions. Every now and then Kayda would belch loud enough for them to hear inside, then quickly swallow more air to keep them a fairly fresh supply.

As the dragon began to shift more, George was too busy pounding Amber to think about what she might be doing out there. Their bodies slammed together, pulling apart together and then just releasing to let the tight expanse they were in snap their hips back together, slime-covered bellies smacking with each collision as he baked his shaft in her pleasure furnace.

“Ah there we go,” Kayda called into them after a moment. “I turned on the magic x-ray thing we use on stage, you two look adorable pounding in there!”

Amber chuckled, but it turned quickly into a moan as she pulled him more firmly with all four legs, her hip movements speeding with each thrust and George starting to struggle to keep up with her spastic movements. George wormed a hand in between them, digging his thumb against her clit as he rammed her, now doing most of the movement himself as he pushed her against the flesh wall, their bodies slowly turning about the tummy from their movements.

“That’s it… gonna… gonna… “ Amber’s eyes started to glow slightly, and suddenly the light of her horn was drowned out by a flash of hot energy that washed over him.

George spasmed instinctively as his lover burst into flames, but quickly found that despite being able to perceive just how hot she was, there was nothing uncomfortable about being against her, nor did he seem to be catching on fire himself. Kayda seemed to appreciate it even more, because she roared out a moan in appreciating, violently vibrating the chamber they were trapped inside.

“Yeah I’m the hottest slut you ever banged, right? Right?” Amber just had to make the pun.

It was forgivable as being fireproof allowed him to feel heat around his shaft like never before, not to mention her pussy convulsing over him as if it were trying to suck him deeper, seeming to milk his shaft for his own load.

He blew it hard, though from the smell that filled the stomach he suspected most of it had vaporized. Still he filled her with what he could, and perhaps Cadance’s spell had some lingering effects because that was quite a lot. The two’s cries were almost lost beneath the roar of the flames in his ears, a funnel of steam belching up from the stomach and up out of the dragon’s muzzle.

Though he was fireproof, there did reach a point where breathing was difficult, and he was thankful when the tongue around Amber began to tug them out. Amber clung to him harder in return, still bucking their hips. Following the tongue to find the hole they should exit through, They pushed their heads into it first, allowing it to slurp around them as they started to be pulled from the heated expanse.

“Hey have you seen George?” Banana’s voice was one of the first things he heard as he was being regurgitated. “He wasn’t in the breakroom.”

“Yeah,” Kayda answered and patted the bulge in her throat. “Practicing a… show we… came up with.”

The pressure from the super-heated insides pushed them out faster than they went in, and even the dragon found herself gagging from having to push through two bodies at a time. They were deposited on the floor like a sack of wet potatoes, grunting but still attached and thrusting together.

Though he knew it was okay, this was still the first time he’d had Banana walk in on him when he was fucking someone else without her, so George did feel a twinge of worry until he heard her laughing at what she saw.

“Wow already hard at work!” Banana cheered for him, hopping over, nuzzling Amber as she was starting to go out, then stopping to give George a much deeper kiss. “And already making friends! I knew you’d do great at this place!”

“We’ll see how long I survive,” George half-agreed as he dizzily looked around the room again, various fluids steaming off his body as the kirin finally went out next to him.