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Mike Meets Sandra

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Mike Meets Sandra

This is a request from Dragondude97
Mike is Dragondude97
Sandra is of my own creation
Warning: Contains soft dragon vore, slight violence, slight nudity, a transformation and blood

Mike was inside of his bedroom at home drawing yet another picture of the centre point of his greatest fascination. The creatures known as dragons. Or rather to meet and befriend a dragon. The sounds of his pencil and colouring markers stroking the page would have taken very keen ears to hear outside of his personal sanctuary, but everyone else had already gone to sleep and could do little to prevent the young artist from continuing his work. Mike was sitting at a writing desk which was illuminated by a small lamp rested on the upper right hand corner. The desk was littered with papers; all depicting different coloured dragons: green dragons, red dragons, blue dragons and even some black dragons. It didn't matter what colour scales they had he loved them all. Mike himself was in his pyjamas; he had tried to fall asleep earlier, however he just couldn't seem to quiet his mind enough to drift off. This was an activity he often performed when he was stressed or depressed so that he could forget all the worlds troubles just for a moment.

"A little bit of red. Some black. There! Now let's see how I..." Mike gasped as he looked at what he had drawn. It was a dragon as he intended, but there was something very 'off' about it. All of his previous drawings of dragons portrayed them as elegant, happy and even tranquil. Not this one. This dragon almost seemed to be angry and the way it was looking at Mike made him think that it was furious with him. The black scaled creature also sported two large, reptilian eyes that further intensified the effect. Mike quickly placed this picture along with the others and closed the light. What the hell drove him to draw something like that? Mike rubbed his eyes and slowly made his way through the dark to his bed. He pulled the covers over his body and with great difficulty found the rest he had been searching for.

Mike was running through a dark forest with all the effort that he could muster. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he tried to escape the monstrous creature that was chasing him. He had gotten lost while hiking through this stretch of woodland and he accidentally stumbled on a disturbing sight. A black scaled dragon was feasting on its latest catch: several deer who were unfortunate enough to cross the monster's path. Mike could hear the snapping bones, the gnashing teeth and the painful naiing of the final deer's death throes as the creature consumed its meal with impunity. Suddenly, the dragon turned its head around and Mike was horrified to see that specks of blood were still visible across its lips. The dragon smacked its chops; having spotted something much more appetizing than any animal could ever be and Mike could see the ravenous hunger behind its ruby red eyes. Mike turned and began a hopeless escape through the eerie forest. Branches lashed at his face and body and stumpy roots threatened to trip his feet; dooming him to become that animal's second course. He could hear the loud whooshing noises made by the airborne predator's beating wings. Mike broke through the treeline onto a wide paved trail. That is as far as he got. A large black mass crashed down and pinned Mike to the hard, cold ground. The scaly hand turned him onto his back while ensuring that he was still caged beneath her claw. Mike looked up into the face of the terrifying, salivating monster. Mike wanted to scream, but he was so horrified that his mouth didn't allow anything other than a faint whimpering to escape. The dragon inched ever so slowly towards her next meal; making sure to enjoy every last second of the chase. A small blob of drool, tainted with crimson animal blood, splashed onto Mike's chest. Mike was still paralysed by fear as the predator opened its maw revealing its bloodstained fangs. The smell of previous meals wafted into Mike's nostrils and he almost gagged in shock and revulsion. As he recoiled from the smell, the dragon clamped its mouth over Mike's head and slowly began to bite down. Mike screamed in pain, he heard a crunching sound and everything faded to black.

"It was just a nightmare", Mike told himself. "Just a nightmare. Its time to wake up now. Wake up." The terrifying image of his own death had shaken Mike's world. He needed to wake up.

The very first thing that Mike noticed was the cold. It was so cold... Sure it could get a bit chilly in his room if he adjusted the thermostat incorrectly or if the furnace was broken, but it never ever got this cold. Mike opened his eyes. Instead of the wooden ceiling of his bedroom, Mike saw a collapsed stone rooftop. Also it was... snowing? This time of year? Mike rose from his bed; he was pretty sure it was a bed since it was much too soft and cushiony to be the floor. As he rose, a small blanket of snow began to fall off the top portion of his body as if he was a security guard and the little white flakes were thieves wanting to steal his body heat. They had partially succeeded and Mike folded his arms around his chest in an attempt to keep his precious heat from leaving his chilled skin. Mike wiped the remaining snow off of himself and got off of the ruined bed. Snow had begun to accumulate on one half of the room since only a portion of the ceiling was missing. Mike quickly made his way onto the bare, stone portion of the bedroom; his socks barely keeping the crystallized water from seeping through to his feet. A pair of ajar double doors marked the exit of the room and Mike eagerly went through them despite the harsh cold.

White snow crunched under his footsteps as Mike stepped outside. He was surrounded by the steady, seemingly random descent of snowflakes falling from the iridescent sky. Mike continued to huddle his arms together to try and keep himself at least from freezing, but the small clouds that appeared thanks to his perspiration were sapping his hope with each breath. The protection from the frigid air offered from his thin pyjamas was about as effective as their ability to stop bullets. Non-existent. To Mike, he might as well have been naked for all the good his apparel did to help him stay warm. The passageway he found himself in gave him two possible directions. Right or left. Mike chose to wander down the left-hand corridor. It barely took him a few minutes of walking before he came to a curving stairway leading downwards; the snow having thankfully been incapable to breach that far into it. Mike slowly drifted down the stairway.

At the bottom of the spiral staircase, Mike came across a large archway which led into a much larger open area. He realized that he was in some sort of castle and that he had happened upon the main courtyard. Large, cloudy packets of ice had begun to form all around the perimeter and the remains of old, rusted armour could be seen jutting out from under the snow. The tattered, mud-crusted banners of a forgotten nation fluttered with the chilly breeze; gauntleted hands still clutching their people's almighty symbol. The banner was of a human skull wearing a golden crown encrusted with a ruby, a sapphire and an emerald. Mike trudged through the snow; making sure not to disturb the ancient bones of those who had perished in this cold and lonely place. Where was he? It felt almost as if he had fallen into one of the books he once read at home. Great kingdoms rising to challenge and defeat the insidious forces that threatened to destroy all that they held dear. But if such a story could be visited, why was he within the bleak remains of a castle that acted as the shadow of a shunned tragedy. Mike's mind was incapable to grasp what all of these mysteries meant. He had so many questions and almost no answers for those questions.

The cold continued to nip at his fragile body and Mike lay onto one of the large collections of ice to rest. He needed to find someplace warm so that he would at least be able to survive past tonight. He relaxed against the freezing ice and wandered into deep thought. He knew almost nothing about the architectural features of a medieval castle and if he wasted anymore time trying to find one, the cold would surely take his life before he could find safety. Mike let his despair overtake him and he slumped to the frigid ground. Death floating above him like a vulture.

Then he heard a noise. It was very distant at first and Mike dismissed it as a creation of his dread. That is until it started getting louder. Mike noted it this time and began to listen more attentively. It seemed to be grunting. An annoyed grunting from the sound of it. He turned his head around and the noise came again. He grabbed the edge of the icy wall and tried to determine where the noise was coming from. He scanned the courtyard and his eyes fell on a large, fissure-like crack in the wall. The noise came again, but Mike could also hear the very faint undertone of scraping. He watched for about two minutes until a woman eased her way out of the crack; sliding herself along the ice-coated stone until her body was completely exposed to the frosted air.

The woman was barely older than he was with strawberry red hair and an elegant, graceful pose about her. She was also completly unclothed and Mike almost felt ashamed watching her from behind his frigid window. "Finally! I'm out of that bloody maze! How could anyone be able to stand this kind of weather!?" Mike saw the woman shiver a little while ranting to herself, "It's so cold... I'd better change." Mike watched with confused curiosity as the woman got down on all fours, and began to huff and grunt continuously. As he watched, Mike became a witness to something he never expected to see. Her teeth elongated and her skin slowly became covered with black scales. Two massive leathery sprouted out of her back and a long arrowtipped tail snaked its way along the white snow. Mike watched the transformation with awe and fear. When it was over, he immediately recognized what was before him. A large black dragon.

Sandra turned her head around to analyse her miserable surroundings. Now that she was her true self, the cold held little ground against the inner warmth that radiated from within her body. She trudged through the frosted ruins and stared down onto the countless suits of armor and abandoned skeletons that lay where they had initially fallen. Sandra closed her eyes and gave a silent prayer for those who lost their lives in this dark and lonely place. Even if they weren't her own kind, she held a deep caring for the human race and understood that they deserved to be remembered as much as any dragon. Sandra finished paying her respects to the departed and prepared to launch herself into the sky. She had not found what she was looking for; she was so certain that there would be something here. She raised her head towards the enveloping blue ceiling of the world, stretched her wings and... "Wait.", Sandra thought. The black dragon inhaled deeply into her nostrils. "There is something else here, but what?" She inhaled again. "I think I smell a human. Not dead... Alive? How can that be? I thought this place was abandoned?" Sandra lowered her massive head towards the ground and began to follow the scent. Her nose was rarely wrong after all...

Mike watched all this with barely contained terror. It was her! The one from the drawing; the one from his nightmare! The same red eyes! The black scales and those terrible white fangs! She had come for him! She was going to catch and eat him! Mike ducked behind his cover and tried to force his panicking mind to think of something. Despite his fear, he thought of something that just might help him. He reached under the snow and lifted one of the fallen warriors from its morbid rest. He leaned up against a stony wall and placed the armor onto himself to attempt to mask his presence from the monster. It was unbelieveably cold. It was difficult getting the armoured skeleton to conceal him while he shivered uncontrollably. He knew it was his only chance and when he finished concealing himself behind his makeshift hidey-hole, Mike waited for the dragon to pass.

Sandra followed the easily discernible scent to the far end of the courtyard. It looked just like the rest of the area with the exception of one skeleton that didn't have a layer of snow resting on top of it. Sandra was a little confused now. She had smelled a human somewhere near here, but there was no sign of anything even remotely living. Sandra looked around for a few minutes, but quickly gave up. "Maybe the cold is messing with me.", she thought. Sandra prepared to launch again until she saw that one of the armoured remains began to shake. To any human eye, the shaking would've been nearly impossible to see. But to Sandra's keen eyes, it stood out like a tree in a field of grass. She approached the jittering skeleton and used her claw to gingerly remove the obstruction. Sandra stared down onto a small, shivering human boy dressed only with a single layer of clothing; a mixed expression of horror, panic and pain. The boy was cold; so very cold.

Mike stared up into the terrible blazing eyes of his destined killer. He had imagined many times how his first encounter with a dragon would turn out, but he never thought it would be like this! The frigid assault from the snow and wind began to entrench themselves within his skin and he was helpless towards whatever method the dragon would decide to kill him with.

"How did you manage to get up here with so few clothes human.", the dragon asked with a voice bordering on intoxicating laced with a hint of seductiveness.

"P...P...Please...d...d...don't...h...h...", Mike stuttered, however the chittering of his teeth and the strain of speech prevented him from going any further with his desperate plea for mercy.

Sandra couldn't help but feel pity for the human that lay freezing beneath her. He was terrified of her. A reaction that she couldn't blame him for; she had a knack for looking intimidating even when that wasn't her intent. Also, she noticed that the boy had been out here for quite some time seeing that he couldn't control his body from releasing a mini earthquake within itself. The boy was starting to suffer from the initial symptoms of hypothermia. Sandra wanted to help him, but she knew at this stage that her body heat alone wouldn't be able to warm the boy enough before he succumbed to the frigid environnement. Even with her inner fire burning within her, she could still feel the light sting of the cold nipping at the surface of her hide. She needed to improvise somehow. Then it came to her. Sandra didn't want to indulge herself at such an inappropriate time, however the only alternatives were to roast him with her breath or leave the boy to freeze.

Sandra grabbed the boy with her claw; he gave minimal resistance due to the cold having sapped all his energy and strength. She lifted him up above her head and opened her maw wide. The boy's eyes widened, but they promptly returned to normal size; accepting his fate. Sandra wrapped her tongue around the boy's abdomen and chest to ease him slowly between her fangs and into her mouth. The human was so cold that Sandra gave a shiver of her own when her tongue touched his skin. He had the consistency of a block of ice! Sandra gave a few small gulps to facilitate his descent and closed her maw once he passed her fangs.

Mike couldn't even try to fight back as the dragon slowly devoured him. He knew what she was going to do. She was going to swallow him whole and digest him alive. He actually welcomed it a little. It was much warmer inside her mouth and he almost purred in relief as the trapped warmth slowly washed over him. Just before the dragon had closed her maw, Mike noticed something. A sight that sparked the ashes of his hope back to life. At the back of the dragon's throat was her uvula. That meant she had a gag reflex. Then the light disappeared as his predator plunged him into darkness. If he could just touch it, he just might be able to save himself. He felt himself being slowly tugged down farther into the abyssal body of the dragon; bracing himself for the perfect moment to make his move. Sliding... Sliding into the organic cavern... Mike felt his feet touch the rough flesh of the creature's throat and it was then that he set in motion his only chance for survival. He reached up and quickly felt around the flesh until he touched the unmistakable shape of his objective. His hands grabbed the sticky sphere as best he could, however the slippery nature of the dragon's spit only allowed him to hold on for just a few seconds. It was enough...

Sandra felt the human reach the entrance to her throat, but decided not to savour the boy's flavour. She needed to get him down quickly so that he won't die from lack of warmth. As she felt her frozen meal begin its inevitable fall into her gullet, something happened. All of a sudden she felt an overwhelming urge to choke and gag. It was a natural reaction that she was completely unprepared for and Sandra couldn't stop herself from clutching her throat and meticulously spitting out Mike's body. Her maw opened again to ensure Mike's escape and his slightly warmed and gooey form was roughly deposited onto the frosty snow that clung to the ooze-like saliva that utterly covered him. She was still caught in convulsions of coughing and Mike took his chance to get away. Almost without thinking he fled towards the winding staircase that he had descended earlier. "Stop!", yelled the dragon as her involuntary gags ceased, but Mike refused to obey her order and continued up the staircase as fast as he could. He heard a booming crash from below him and took one quick look over his shoulder. The dragon had attempted to follow him and she had stuffed her head in the entryway which was barely large enough to accomodate it. "I'm not trying to hurt you!", she promised again. Mike took only a second to stare down into her eyes before continuing his escape.

He heard the grinding noise of the dragon exiting the confines of the staircase and the betraying whooshing sound made by the flapping of her wings. Mike knew that the dragon had taken to the air and figured that she would attempt to cut him off. He quickened his pace even more; determined not to suffer the painful fate that his nightmares had prophesized. He barged back into the original corridor and made it past the door leading to the bedroom where he had awoken before. He continued to run through the white and grey hallways; the sound of the dragon's wingbeats above always reminding him of what he was running from in the first place. He rounded a corner, and another corner, and another corner. He was sprinting through a stony maze as the winding corridors and passageways gave way to new routes and sections of the castle. It felt like he could run forever in the ancient structure and always find something that he had never seen before. Over-turned furniture, collapsed doorways and even makeshift barricades forced him down certain paths, but he never ran into a dead-end. It seemed as though his luck could never run out...

Mike turned a final corner before plummeting a short distance onto a gigantic, inclined ice patch that had formed against the side of the ruins. He hit the ice hard and flinched with pain as he began to roll down the slippery, trasculent slide right off the side of a mountain. Mike could do nothing to slow or stop himself from falling to his death and he panicked. He tried to grasp everything, anything. His hands only touched the relentless chill that permeated the ice. Mike continued to accelerate down the side of the castle until he was launched completely off; shards and snow flying. He felt his body lose all weight as well as its perception of up and down. He twirled uncontrollably in the air; incapable of discerning anything but the almost bullet-like snowflakes that continued to fall. He fell... Falling... Falling until he felt something grab him from behind. His tumble down the mountainside had ceased, but "How?", Mike wondered. He twisted his head around as he was lifted higher by the unseen lifeline and his heart sank as he gazed into the large red eyes of his savior. She had caught him again...

Sandra had tried to locate the human from above, however she found it nearly impossible to see the boy rushing through the battered hallways as though the Grim Reaper was hot in pursuit. She had seen the boy fall down the icy hill and managed to grab the back of his shirt with her teeth. Now he dangled above the frozen ground; her sharp wingbeats keeping them afloat. She reached up with one of her claws and grabbed Mike while unclenching her jaws. She held him upright in front of her; the look of barely contained despair on his face. "I'm sorry, but you need to trust me human. I know you don't want to trust me since I tried to eat you earlier, however you're going to freeze to death without my help. You won't die; it won't even hurt. Please...", Sandra explained compassionately. Mike stared into the solemn eyes of the dragon and was suddenly overcome with self doubt. "Can I really trust her? She did make quite an effort to catch me and tell me that I wasn't in danger. I can't tell if she's sincere or if this is just a ploy.", Mike pondered. He gazed for almost a minute before slowly nodding his head.

Sandra gave a friendly smile, "Alright. You will survive to see the night sky tonight. I promise you that much human. Just relax and try to stop yourself from attempting to gag me again okay?" Mike looked down towards the tundra that lay beneath him and realized that it was a bad idea as well. If she was gagged again, she may not be able to catch him a second time.

Sandra opened her maw again and placed Mike onto her tongue which wrapped itself around the boy anew. It was a little difficult to divide her attention between consuming the human and keeping her wings beating to stay afloat, but she was more than capable of multi-tasking. She didn't like the frozen texture of her meal one bit; it felt like she was trying to swallow a block of ice. The boy passed between her fangs and she closed her maw.

Mike was still unsure of the dragon's intentions and the fact that she was eating him didn't help at all to strenghthen his trust in her. The warmth that permeated her mouth felt like the rare cold breeze in the middle of a desert. Refreshing. Her breath was not too bad either. It wasn't pleasant; far from it, but at least he didn't feel like he wanted to vomit himself while he was inside of her. Her drool had utterly covered him from head to toe and the roughness of her tongue and gums almost seemed to massage his aching leg muscles. Mike felt his head touch the toughened flesh of the dragon's throat and his fear shot back in him. "What am I doing? She's eating me!" Mike began to struggle as best as his chilled body could, but all his efforts seemed to only pleasure the dragon at best. His head was sucked inside and in the next instant he felt his whole body sliding down into the creature's wet gullet. He landed in a small puddle of juices and saliva within her stomach, and Mike's horror vanished when he had a small epiphany. He was laying inside a body of what he could only guess to be stomach acid, and yet it didn't burn; not the slightest bit. "Maybe she won't kill me after all..."

Sandra concluded her meal with one final gulp before feeling the boy go deeper and deeper into her body. She turned towards an easterly direction and began to fly towards her temporary abode.

Mike awoke slowly at the sound of crackling embers. He opened his eyes and saw that he was no longer inside the dragon's stomach, but instead in a dark, gloomy cave. A large fire was blazing inside the center of the cavern and large etchings of the castle that he had been in earlier that day seemed to be carved onto the opposite wall. Mike himself was covered by a long, black robe. The obsidian dragon that had saved him was resting beside his tiny body. "Rest well?", she asked.

Mike found it a little hard to answer at first, "Surprisingly, yes. That was actually one of the best rests I've had in a long time. Thank you."

The dragon lowered her head and nuzzled the human; causing him to give a childish giggle. "Good. You should try to go to sleep again. It's nighttime. By the way, what's your name?"

"Mike. You?", hoping that he didn't react too quickly.

"Sandra. I'll watch over you Mike. Just rest so that we can have a longer discussion tomorrow."

"Thank you Sandra. I've always wanted to meet a dragon. You're... beautiful. Even as a human."

This last comment shocked Sandra. That meant that he had seen her in human form. "Well, don't expect to catch me like that ever again Mike. I don't tend to walk around naked.", she said. "Go to sleep Mike. Rest and renew yourself. I want to ask you some questions tomorrow and undoubtedly you'll have some for me too. I told you that you would be safe. Your safe with me."

Mike gladly closed his eyes while snuggling against Sandra's warm scales...
This is an overdue request from :icondragondude97: of him meeting one of my OC's called Sandra.

This has broken my personal record for most warnings in a single story.

:icondragondude97: made the cover image.

Enjoy!
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Every time I read this it gets better.