Semi-conscious in the inner blackness, you only hear a distant voice, “Hmm, I know fire is cool and all, but I’ve never had a fan faint in admiration before.”

Ptooey!

“Hmm, I thought for sure spitting on you would wake you up… To the pool of blood with you then. At least dunking your leg in blood will cool off the wound. Then again, this will probably infect it even further… Oh, well, what’s done is done.”

“Hmm, maybe I should burn it again to get rid of the potential infections. Wait, that will make it even worse. Every time I try playing a doctor, a patient dies instead of getting well, even though my operations always end in a resounding success. Best if I just wait it out and quit while I’m ahead.”

You open your eyes and find yourself on the dragon’s tummy. After a few coughs, you look at your red leg “B-Bad? Am I gonna be okay?”

“Umm, sure. I put, er, magical red paint on your wounds. If you start to feel feverish or delirious, it obviously means that the magic is taking effect and is fighting the baddies in your bloodstream. Yeah!”

“Huh?” You seem to be unable to form any of your deep thoughts that you’re not known for. Being too dizzy to understand whole sentences, you choose to put your unfounded trust in the dragon's encouraging tone instead. You lay your head back down and nuzzle the dragon’s tummy. “Bad, I feel sorry for myself. Can you cuddle me?”

“Sure thing.” He answers and presses you close to his warm body. “It’s the least I can do for you at this stage.”

You smile and make happy noises while you nuzzle his scales. “So warm.”

The dragon’s tail brushes your mane.

After a little while, you look up at the dragon. “Maybe it’s time for you to invite me to a… deeper cave, shall we say. You did promise me my room, you know?” You pet the dragon on his stomach

“Hmm, ‘tis not so simple,” he answers. “The path to your bedroom is grievous, and not as straightforward as you may have assumed. First, you’ll have to free yourself of the tail serpent.”

“Tail serpent?”

The tail wraps around you and squeezes you tight. “After that, you’ll have to make your way past the tickling tongue snake.” The dragon hisses, showing off his long split tongue. The tips brush on your leg.

“Hehe. Perhaps I should coat my whole body in the red magical juices. Then I could infiltrate the deepest part of the tongue snake’s den. I’d find my happiness there.” You playfully wiggle around within the tail spiral but can’t seem to put up much of a struggle. “Or, you know, you could just swallow me right here and now…”

“The fire glands make my saliva evaporate. It's hard for me to swallow anything without working up an appetite first. Perhaps if you convince me that you're tasty enough.”

"I don't know how to convince you of that. But you already got a taste so you know if I'm tasty or not. If you’re not sure, I can utilize my master skills in rubbing and squirming."

"I tasted hair. Perhaps if you shaved yourself, you'd taste much better and drift down smoother." The dragon rolls off a boulder from a skeleton and pulls out a sword from under it. He shakes it about so that the skeleton’s palm falls off it. “This is the closest thing to a razor that I have.”
"O-oh um." You take the sword and try to cut a patch of hair from your coat. "Is that better?" At that moment, you accidentally cut yourself with a raspy blade. “Auch!”

"Mmm, love those scratches. I'm already working up some saliva. You know what would work up my appetite even more? Do you see that red liquid in the floor cranny?

"It's not blood is it?"

"What in Tartarus would make you think it's blood? It’s, er, red, magical healing liquid. Yeah!" The dragon jerks you a little to make you lose balance.

You half close your eyes and narrow your eyebrows as you look the dragon in the eyes.

"Fine, I admit it. It’s blood."

"I-I don't wanna," you say, waving your forelegs to keep balance.

"Phoo!" The dragon blows at you and watches you with a grin.

"Nuuuuuuuuuuu!" You struggle to not fall in, grabbing onto the pushy dragon’s claw.

“Oh, come on!” The dragon lifts the claw with you on it and waves it left and right above the pool. "Don't you find baths relaxing?"

"Not in blood I don’t!" you scream, slipping.

The dragon’s claw drifts ever lower.

A hind leg touches the surface. "Nooooooooo!" you shriek as you get lowered even more. Your body trembles.

"It's like dipping a bite in a sauce.” The dragon licks his lips. “You look tastier with every moment."

You whimper and curl up on the claw, still shivering, slowly losing your grip.

"Don't you want to be delicious? I think it would be great if you were juicy when you slip down my swallowing hole?"

"I don't like blood!”

“I do.”

“I’m pretty sure your saliva will be slippery enough."

"Hmm, my saliva is, indeed, pretty slick..." The dragon drops you at the edge of the bloodbath. "But you'll need to make sure I have any. If we can't make use of blood, how else can we work up my appetite?"

"Uuummmmmm? C-condiments? Or s-sauces?" You suggest off the top of your head since you’re too distracted to form any smart thoughts. A little bit of blood is already clinging to your hooves.

"Sauces you say?" The dragon starts pushing you back to the blood bath.

"Mmmahhh!" You struggle uselessly

"Sauce it is." He gives you a final push.

As you fall in the last thing you see is the dragon licking his lips. From within the disgusting liquid you hear from above, "Mmm, juicy."

You swim out, shivering.

"Who's a tasty little snack? Who’s a succulent pony meal?" The dragon boops you on the muzzle. "You are!"

"Mmm, mmm," You mumble incoherently in the cold liquid.

"Oh, my. You're shivering. That's bad. I don't like cold-blooded snacks. Duck down!" The dragon shoves you under again then breathes out fire all over the surface of the liquid.

The fire scares you, but at the same time, you’re disgusted by the blood which replaces one trauma in the making with another.

The sizzling of fire above ceases.

You resurface. "T… Thank you for warming me up…” You put your hooves on solid ground. ”Umm, you wanna lick me dry now?"

"Sure thing. It'd be like eating soup before the main dish. Personally, I don’t like soups, or dishes for that matter. Well, dishes are crunchy and all but not fleshy and juicy enough for my taste. Wait… I think I get it now. This is why ponies put soup in dishes; to make dishes more moist, so they can slide down their throats easier! It’s hard for ponies to swallow dry shards, I imagine."

You climb out of the pool of blood and wait with your neck extended as if that could somehow distance you from the liquid disgust.

The dragon wraps his tongue around your face.

You shudder at first, but soon let yourself go in the sensation.

The dragon grabs your body and licks you like a lollipop.

You shiver nervously but gradually start rubbing yourself against the tongue, getting in the rhythm with the licks, moaning happily all the while.

"I've had a lack of saliva before, but it seems I might have the opposite problem to deal with on my claws."

A big drop of mucus wets you from head to bottom.

"If you weren't juicy before, you certainly are now."

You laugh a bit. Then give a boop on the dragon’s snout, leaving a red hoof print behind.
"Ugh. You made me dirty. You'll pay for that in blood!" The dragon takes you whole in his mouth and burps at you.

"Hehehe." The burp smells foul, but in some weird way, you enjoy it. “Just lick off the stain, you silly dragon. No need to make a fuss about it.

The dragon does just that, licking off the blood stain. “The payment in blood has been deposited.”

You sigh. “It seems to me like you’re taking things way too seriously.”

His tail wraps around you. “It seems to me like it’s feeding time!”

“I can’t argue with that. It’s what I came here for,” you express your impatience.

Author's Note

Gdoc