# Feeding Time

By: TheDragonBoy

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“So, what is this exactly? And how is it a gift for me?” Iris asked.

The dragoness stood outside the house of her long-time friend Emma. The woman stood on the roof with a knowing smile. More specifically, she was standing on a broad wooden platform which she had apparently gotten someone to build into the side of her slanted roof- just high enough so that Iris had to lift her head a bit in order to reach. Behind the human woman lay a large white tarp, bulging with odd shapes as it obscured whatever lay beneath.

“Well, to thank you for going along with my last crazy idea, and for playing your part so well, I thought I might treat you to some of your interests,” Emma said.

“And what do you mean by that?” Iris asked, feigning ignorance, but the way she averted her gaze was a dead giveaway.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean,” Emma replied, “So bring those chompers over here and open wide.”

The dragoness looked at her for a moment, trying to conceal a smile for the sake of her pride, but Emma had her pegged. It was part of the reason the two got along so well; while Emma made it no secret that she enjoyed watching the dragoness eat, the human had also noticed that Iris took particular pleasure in being fed- not just eating, but having someone feed her.

So the dragoness obediently brought her snout over to the platform and opened her cavernous maw to the world. Emma’s smile widened with excitement as she paused briefly to stare into it- something she took the time to do at any opportunity- but she quickly tore herself away; this was Iris’s turn after all. She spun around and slightly lifted the edge of the tarp, poking her head underneath.

“Now, what to pick first?” she thought aloud, teasingly. “…Yes, that'll do.” There was a dull scraping sound as Emma emerged, dragging a small wooden crate. She pulled it up to the edge of the platform and stood at the threshold of the dragoness’ jaws, the warm breath cascading over her as she reveled in the moment.

Emma reached down into the crate and picked up a fish. It wasn’t too large, just two or three pounds and maybe two-thirds the length of her arm, but it would do for a start. Staring into the dripping depths, she brought her arm back and gave it a toss. The morsel landed with a wet splat on the red tongue and continued to slide all the way down its length, barely cresting the incline at the back before disappearing from sight. She saw the muscles at the entrance of Iris’ throat twitch as she gave a tiny swallow, sending the fish down to stew in her belly.

Seeing as that one had gone so well, she quickly reached down and grabbed another. She threw it and watched it glide smoothly along its red, undulating path until it too disappeared with another twitch of the dragoness’ throat. She kept it up, starting to move faster but never taking her eyes off that glistening cavern, until she quickly found that she had gone through the entire crate.

Now it was Iris’ turn to tease. Sensing a lull in the offerings, she asked, “Is that all? I could hardly even feel those tiny things. I hope you can do better than that if you expect to fill my belly.” Teasing or not, she was probably being honest. While they had just gone through enough fish to feed a human for days, to her it had probably been the equivalent of eating a small piece of bread one crumb at a time; each one disappearing into her abyssal depths as if it were nothing.

“I’m sure I can find something to help satisfy your appetite, if you’ll give me another chance,” Emma replied, ducking back under the tarp again. This time, she came back out with a large sack made of animal hides. Iris positioned her waiting maw once again.

Emma undid the string holding the bag closed, but rather than open it and reach inside, she hefted the entire thing up and flung it into the dragoness’ mouth. It landed with a wed thud, opening wide and spilling its contents across the vast red tongue: a number of fish, each nearly twice the size of the last batch, now soaking in the fresh, gleaming saliva.

A moment later she saw the tongue begin to move; the strong, dripping muscle, several times her own size, rose innocuously before her. Gradually the contents of her maw began to slide back, making their leisurely way down to the back of her throat. When they arrived, they were met with a light swallow and quickly disappeared from view- sack and all. As they descended the dark, slimy passage, Emma picked up a quiet rumble of satisfaction. She liked that one, the woman noted, Good.

Quickly dipping under the tarp again, she dragged out two more bags, much like the last. Undoing the knots, she promptly tossed a second package into Iris’s eager jaws. It landed square in the middle of the dragon’s squishy tongue, sending another round of fresh fish across her palate. The red muscle moved a bit more quickly this time, driving the offerings to the back of her throat in one deliberate motion so she could swallow them down with a satisfying *gulp*.

Trying to keep up the momentum, Emma immediately tossed the third bag, but this time her aim wasn’t so good and it ended up landing sloppily off to one side. Iris didn’t seem to pay it much attention, deftly rolling her immense tongue to position her food right where she wanted it and quickly swallowing it down along with the rest.

Of course, Emma couldn’t help but notice that one lingering little morsel, squished between the dragon’s gums and the side of her tongue. And that gave her an idea she couldn’t pass up.

“Uh-oh, it looks like you missed one,” she said, “Here, let me help.”

Without any more warning than that, she took a large step forward and plopped straight down onto the tip of the dragoness’ tongue, letting her bare feet soak into the squishy warmth. She felt the muscle tense up as she made contact, like it had with the fish, ready to rise up and send her down to Iris’ hungry belly, but as she expected her friend caught herself and forced herself to relax.

Electrified, Emma smirked and proceeded to take a few steps deeper, doing her best to balance as each step pressed her foot inches into the dragon’s sopping embrace. She could feel the tongue begin to tremble with anticipation as she arrived at the spot where the last batch of fish had landed. Crouching down, she stuck her hand over the side of the tongue and pulled the stray fish out of its slimy nook.

A long strand of thick drool hung from her hand as she stood back up, clinging to the morsel as if the greedy maw were reluctant to release it. But Emma didn’t mind that at all; besides, she would be returning it in a moment anyway.

With a familiar excitement mounting- and a distinct tingling between her legs- she turned and continued to walk further into the reaches of her friend’s mouth, the twitching tongue on which she tread welcoming her deeper with every step. With her heart beating heavily, she proceeded up the gentle slope at the back until she reached the very edge of the peak.

Emma looked down, and there it was again: the entrance to Iris’ throat, squeezed mostly shut for now, but ebbing and flowing with a gentle rhythm as the dragoness breathed over her. A shiver ran down her spine. But of course, she remembered: she had a job to do.

So Emma put out her arm, fish in hand, and held it over the waiting threshold. Steadying herself, she looked head-on into the glistening, red expanse and released. She watched with a captivated gaze as the fish fell past her feet, down to the farthest reaches of Iris’ mouth and landed with a splat at the entrance to her esophagus. Almost immediately, everything jerked as a small opening formed below the morsel, hurriedly sucking it down out of sight before closing back up again as if it had never even existed. Emma’s eyes widened a bit as she threw out her arms in an instinctual attempt to maintain her balance. Was that the little “twitch” I saw from outside? She wondered, It seems a lot… stronger, up close.

Having fulfilled her mission, she forced herself to turn away and start walking back towards the outside world, her heart still racing from the experience. As she approached the row of teeth that marked the point of no return for most fleshy forms, the dragoness’ tongue rose gently beneath her and extended, providing Emma a clear path back to solid ground. The woman felt her slimy feet come to rest on wood again and turned back around to face her friend.

“You have no idea how hard that was,” Iris said. Her tone suggested that she was trying to sound like she had been worried by the task of swallowing something with her best friend a mere few feet from her gullet. But Emma saw the truth loud and clear: she had loved it. And of course she had; Emma was sure the dragoness had never been fed like that before. Who else would be stupid enough- would trust her enough- to even try? The woman gave a devious smile.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” she replied. “Thirsty?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, immediately diving back under her tarp and dragging out a large bucket of water. Raising it up with a bit of effort, she proceeded to once again cross the toothy threshold into Iris’ maw. She trudged along the slimy path, her earlier practice probably the only thing keeping her upright as she once again approached the far, dripping recesses. As Emma reached the top of the slight slope which marked the opening of the dragoness’ throat, she let herself fall to her knees- both for better balance and enhanced contact. Getting a firm grip on the bucket, she spoke up.

“Here it comes,” she announced. She watched and felt as Iris took in one long breath of air and then held her windpipe shut, bracing for the coming drink. Taking her cue, Emma began to tip the container with a grunt. She watched as water began to flow, pouring down onto the already sopping gateway of the dragoness’ insides.

It started with a splattering sound, but quickly accumulated into a tiny pool and began to sound more like a filling bathtub. Staring down at the growing pool, Emma had to resist the urge to take a dip. Good thing too, because a moment later there was a sizable jerk as the flesh beneath the water suddenly opened up, sending it all cascading down in a flood and giving the woman a flash of the deep, red abyss before quickly closing up once more, allowing more water to begin to collect.

The water rose and was swallowed once and then twice more before Emma’s bucket eventually ran out. Still marveling over what she had just watched, she got back to her feet and turned away, heading back towards daylight. When she returned to her tarp, she put the empty container down and without even turning around, asked:

“Ready for the main course?”

“The main-!?” Iris stopped herself as she realized how excited she sounded. Emma smiled wide.

Peeking under the tarp yet again, a few audible grunts could be heard as she started to literally pull out her largest prize. By the gods it was a whole fish tank! Noticeably bigger than the woman herself. Heavy as it was, the bottom was curved and smooth and slathered with a lubricating gel, just barely allowing the woman to drag it along the rough wooden floor. Inside, swam one single occupant: a huge fish, more than half Emma’s size. To be honest the tank seemed uncomfortably small for the poor old thing, but he would be swimming in a much bigger bowl soon.

Seeing the sizable offering, Iris extended her tongue and pressed it against the wooden platform, so it would be easier to get it inside. Emma wasted no time, shoving at the hefty tank, feeling it growing easier to push as the smooth base moved over onto the slick surface of the dragoness’ tongue. As gravity and momentum began to take over, she went from pushing to holding on, letting the sloshing container drag her inside as it slid down the length of the beckoning slimy slope, eventually coming to rest in the center of the cavernous maw.

She glanced at the fish, currently facing her. It seemed agitated as it observed its new surroundings. Did it recognize where it was? It seemed to glance back at her for a moment, as if to warn her that delivering them into the jaws of a hungry dragoness was not a good idea. Of course, she was pretty sure she would be coming out alive.

Steadying herself again, Emma began to push once more. She found the tank moved much easier now with all the slimy drool around, that is until she reached the slippery incline at the back. Luckily, that’s where Iris helped out, raising her tongue ever so slightly- though possibly more out of eagerness to receive her hand-fed meal then to spare her friend the effort.

Emma did her best to hold the tank just short of the drop, which wasn’t easy with the way the dragoness’ maw was rippling in excitement. Knowing she probably couldn’t balance there for long, she made the announcement.

“Okay fishy, time for dinner!”

Emma slid open the side of the clear container, water beginning to pour out into Iris’ throat as the opening grew, until she managed to slide it out fully, sending the large fish tumbling out of its confinement. It splatted loudly against the drop of the dragon’s gullet and slid heavily into the growing pool. She watched it swim around hectically for a moment, bumping into the slimy, red walls.

Then, without warning, came the inevitable swallow. The throat lurched, opening wide beneath its unfortunate victim. The fish frantically tried to swim away from the breach, but was quickly pulled closer as the water rushed down into the greedy shaft. Against all odds, though, the throat closed before it had a chance to claim the fish completely, sealing itself with a loud *gulp*, but catching the creature’s tail in its grip.

For a gruesomely long moment the fish remained there, half swallowed and splashing around in what water there was left, until suddenly the throat opened wide once again, claiming the rest of its meal for the hungry belly below and sealing the fish inside.

Emma pressed her legs tightly together for a moment, her own inner reaches noticeably excited. She took a deep, shuttering breath and tried to keep herself focused.

She took hold of the empty tank and started pulling it away from the brink. It moved quite easily now as she dragged it with her back down the dragoness’ tongue. Iris extended it to form a bridge once more, withdrawing once her friend was outside again, but leaving behind a few strands of gooey drool.

“That was… exquisite,” the dragoness praised. Licking around the insides of her maw to get at the lingering flavor.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Emma replied. She paused for a moment, then added decisively, “But I hope you saved room for dessert.”

With that, the woman disappeared under the tarp without another word, this time hiding herself completely.

She’s still not done? Iris thought, watching the obscure bulge wiggle around as she fiddled with some unseen items. About a minute later, she emerged carrying another crate of fish, much like the first. But she seemed to have also smeared something onto her feet and legs, and there was a faintly sweet smell in the air.

“Open up,” Emma ordered. Iris obliged, and the woman stepped once more unto the slimy breach, crate in hand. The sensitive tongue immediately gave a distinct shudder as she made contact.

Did she cover her feet with chocolate!? Iris questioned in disbelief.

Emma just smirked at the reaction and continued forward, until she stood once again at the very brink of the dragoness’ hungry depths. Sure, she had only brought a batch of small “crumbs” this time, but the main meal was over; dessert was for savoring the little things.

She picked out one of the fish and held it over the drop as she had done before. After savoring the moment herself, she let it drop. It landed with a tiny splat, but seemed to prompt a nice reaction on Iris’ part as her entire throat pulsed, creating a large hole into which the little offering quickly slid. As the bottomless pit closed up, a happy rumble reached Emma’s ears.

Looks like she had been right. Even though she was only feeding the dragon specks, her own filling presence within the eager maw, combined with the sweetness soaking into the dragoness’ squishy tongue, was enough to bring Iris to bliss.

Emma offered up another morsel and let it drop, and Iris once again greeted it with a highly oversized gulp, shaking the slimy surroundings and forcing Emma to widen her stance in order to stay balanced. Undaunted, she grabbed another, and then another, watching intently as each one fell into the eagerly waiting clutches of the dragon’s gullet; each one met with a large swallow and an increasingly loud purr.

“I see someone’s enjoying this,” Emma said, unable to resist teasing a bit. “Well, don’t you worry…” She took out yet another fish and leaned over slightly, rubbing it tenderly against the drop of the dragoness’ throat, “I’ve still got a few more.”

She stretched her arm out over the abyss again, holding it there for a moment as she built up suspense, until she finally let the next fish drop. As it made contact with the red flesh beneath, it was met by an enormous gulp- the eager throat practically gaping just to accept the minuscule treat. The reaction was so great that it sent every surrounding muscle into a forceful contraction. It felt like an earthquake.

And it knocked Emma clean off her feet.

The woman gave a short yelp as she felt herself thrown off balance, dropping the crate of fish into the hungry gullet as she flailed her arms. She teetered for just a moment on the edge of the chasm, before slipping on the slick muscle below and plummeting straight down into the waiting throat.

Emma felt the slick walls squeeze her tight as Iris swallowed, pressing against every inch of her and coating her thoroughly in thick saliva. A series of uncoordinated contractions and ripples followed as the dragoness quickly realized what had happened and tried to regain control. The squelching of the powerful gullet was loud in Emma’s ears as she held her eyes shut, heart pounding from the unexpected shock, but still reveling in the experience just the same. If only she could reach her hand down to her waist.

A moment later and things seemed to become more orderly. She felt a uniform pressure squeeze in against her legs and felt her body begin to slide upwards. Emma gasped as her head was released back into the relatively open confines of the dragoness’ jaws, sputtering a bit as she felt herself expelled back onto the welcoming tongue.

Iris tilted her head gently, letting her friend slide down onto her wooden platform in a heap along with a puddle of drool.

“Are you alright?” she asked. Emma coughed a few times before she answered.

“Amazing,” she replied gleefully. Iris smiled wryly and shook her head.

“You know, you really shouldn’t tease a dragoness like that,” she said, “unless you want to see her belly firsthand.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Emma said with a smile.

Originally Published: 19-Apr-2019