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The Dragon Enslimed

For GuardianTaiga

By Draconicon

With the northern hinterland still being explored, there were a great deal of jobs for mercenaries that had the guts to head up there. Talon was one such, a red dragon that had put most of his coin into getting the equipment to be a mercenary and trusting on his dragon physique to do the rest of the job for him. By and large, it had worked out well for him so far, sending some of the bandits that dwelt in the woods around this new, rising village packing as soon as they saw him and his big sword coming down the path.

However, that did mean that he was rather lacking in things to do that actually challenged him, so when the local innkeeper said that there was an old storage shed that had been left behind by an old village deep in the woods, and that there were supposedly some things in it that would be beneficial to the village if he had the bravery to get it cleared out, Talon had been quick to take the job.

Less quick to buy supplies, though. That was starting to get on his nerves, now, particularly as he had used his last firestarters the night before and he had no torch to carry with him through the woods.

"Here's hoping that there's nothing that likes the dark out here..."

Thankfully, the innkeeper's instructions on how to find the storage shed were good, and he found it in good order. The shed itself was almost more like a warehouse, though one where the roof had caved in in three places, and where the front door was still locked more through the root that had pulled the wood tight than any original security.

The trees around it meant that there was every chance that someone could have climbed up to the holes in the roof to get in, but Talon doubted that they could have climbed back out as easily. The goods in here were mostly old, sealed potions that should be useful for healing wounds back at the village, so they weren't very good for climbing, from what the innkeeper had said.

"Well...let's see if you've still got anything good."

Talon brought his sword up and over his head, then down into the door. The rotting wood came apart almost instantly, letting the dying light of the day through the new hole in the wall. He pushed the splinters out of the way, stepped inside, and immediately sighed.

"...More slimes?"

The damn things were everywhere, blue, green, and red, and they never seemed to die off, no matter how many of the damn things adventurers like him killed off. He looked at the bubbles of red that were creeping along in the once-darkened structure, then pulled his sword up into the light. They stopped almost immediately.

"Alright. Time to finish this job."

He brought the blade down on the nearest slime, cutting through it and leaving it little more than two wobbling clusters of jelly. He stomped them out, then walked forward, making his way through the warehouse step by step, cut by cut.

There were more slimes than he thought, though. He'd imagined a colony of maybe twenty, but there had to be forty-plus inside, and the further in he went, the more of them he found, almost like they were breeding in the center.

He was just about to round another corner when one of the slimes fell from the rooftop, landing right on his head. Now, for most people, that wouldn't have been a problem. Helmets stopped most slimes stone-dead.

However, Talon was a dragon. Dragons...did not wear helmets.

He yelped as his head suddenly became the prime support for a red slime, his horns sticking through it and poking out through the top as it settled down under his chin. He grabbed hold of it, trying to pull it free, and ended up dropping his sword in the process. It clanged to the ground, and when it came to dinner bells for slimes, there were few things better to summon them than a dropped weapon.

He was too busy clawing his way through the one on his head, trying desperately to cut a hole through it to be able to breathe again, to notice the other slimes that were coming across the floor and over the shelves in the warehouse. They clustered around him, climbing on top of each other, consolidating their sizes into the right shapes and forms to be able to deal with him, all while he struggled just to get one little slime off his head.

Finally, he ripped enough of the jelly substance of that first slime away to clear a breathing hole, and he gasped for breath. The slime finally broke down, falling off his head and hitting the floor. He wiped his eyes, only to freeze in place as the slimes towered around him fell on him en masse.

Talon screamed as he was bowled over by over a dozen slimes at once. Each individually was no larger than his fist, but they worked together as a group all too well. He struggled against them as they found the cracks in his armor, sliding into the little grooves, nooks, and crannies where there was no defense. They flooded into his arms and kept them over his head, oozing out around his hands so that he was pinned against the shelves behind him. They swelled out of the gaps in his leg armor and pinned his legs down, holding them spread wide, like he was sitting in a dungeon cell.

And...

They managed to slide right into his crotch, sliding past his armor and into his underwear. He gasped as they pressed against the slit that hid his cock, grinding down there, but not letting his shaft free. He gasped every time that the slimy 'fingers' rubbed along his genital slit, feeling his cock throbbing upwards, but not able to slide free the way that it was supposed to when it was -

"NNNGH!"

He gasped for breath, huffing and gritting his teeth as the layer of slime went even further down, rubbing not just his crotch, but all the way down to his scaly ass. He groaned under his breath, huffing, trying to pull his arms free of the slime bonds that stuck out of his armor, but to no avail.

The slime pushed up slowly, gradually forming something not dissimilar to his own shaft. It pushed up from under him, grinding against his pucker. He twisted his head to the side, gritting his teeth as he clenched down as hard as he could in denial, but -

POP!

Suddenly, it was inside of him, and it pushed in just that little bit further than it had to. The sheer slickness of it kept him from feeling pain, and then -

"NNNNGH!"

He bit off a moan as it started buzzing, right against something that felt far too good inside of him. Talon's mouth hung open for a moment, only for him to clamp it shut as the tendrils of the slimes still around him started to form stalks that looked almost like cocks, as if they would try and fuck his face as well as his ass.

No...no...

And yet, the slimes were intent on humiliating him. They bulged around his arms, popping his armor off piece by piece, leaving him exposed from the shoulders out. More slimes came down, forming a layer around his limbs, keeping him from pulling them free. They were his sleeves, now, and they controlled his hands as they reached for his chest plate, and then the rest of him.

More and more of the slimes piled onto him as he felt the buzzing and - yes, even a bit of 'milking' going on with his shaft. Though it could not come out, the slime had gone in, and it was working his shaft with everything that it had, making him shiver, pant, grunt, moan from the desperation that it left him.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

The slimes had undressed him down to the waist, now, leaving him with nothing but his lower bits of armor, and that was useless. The red slimes had spread, too, covering him from the shoulders down to his waist, leaving nothing of his scales showing through them. He might as well have been a slime -

"Nnngh!"

The shaft inside his ass had grown, spreading out, making him feel the stretch from his pucker all the way to where it rested inside of him, right around the head of that fake cock. It was so big, so deep, and he was barely able to think with that thing buzzing away like some mad hive of bees inside him.

And yet, his cock loved it. It throbbed, bounced, pulsed with pre-cum, and the red slimes seemed to suck it away, pulling it into them. Each suck, each tease, was driving him closer and closer to an actual orgasm, yet, it never seemed in any danger of it actually happening. He thrust his head back, trying to bang the shelves enough to get free, but the slimes were too strong.

And they were not anywhere near done with him...not by a long shot...

Six hours later, a much-drained red dragon walked out of the warehouse, dragging a sword behind him rather than sheathing it properly. The slimes could not read his mind, and they didn't know what was needed to allow the sword to stay in good shape. They just knew that they had him, and that was enough as far as they were concerned.

Talon was as drained as a man could be and still stay on his feet, the dragon's stamina pushed to its limits as he was made to walk down the path ahead of him. He stumbled, his body piloted by the slimes that surrounded him from head to toe, but he was still the one providing the strength behind it. They pushed him until he had to do it himself, and only then would they give him mercy.

But still, no orgasm.

Beaten...by a bunch of slimes...

It seemed impossible, but then again, this was the hinterlands, the northern frontier. Nobody knew what was and wasn't possible out here. Nobody knew what waited for them.

Perhaps he would not be the only victim of slimes in the future. The thought was enough to send a chill down his spine as they marched him into the darkness, out of what little light remained around the warehouse and into the forest. The glorp/suck sounds that they made got all the louder as they went along.

The End

Summary: A dragon named Talon goes to investigate a storage shed that supposedly has some serious enemies around it. Finding it full of slimes, he drops his guard.

Tags: M/solo, M/slimes, Bondage, Milking, Edging, Denial, Anal, Pinned, Dragon, Slimes, Fantasy, Grove inspired,