Message-ID: <35664asstr$1015841408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: story@poster.com X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 11 Mar 2002 02:35:52 GMT X-NFilter: 1.2.0 X-No-Archive: Forte Agent 1.8/13.013 Cancel-Lock: sha1:JYusfzRG1fEIdoR2zr7wJLatDRY= X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 21:35:28 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Getting to know the band mascot (f/best vore snuff) Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 05:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Getting to Know the Band Mascot by Incognitus Geena blinked, slowly, and then yawned. The story she was reading seemed to go on forever, and the more she read the less sense the words were making. Not that it mattered. She was, after all, in a nice, comfortable seat on a charter bus, feet propped up, head reclined, book held comfortably out in front of her. It was easy to relax here and enjoy herself after a long hard day. Outside, the sky was rapidly turning to dusk as the sunset faded away. Geena turned on the small electric light above her, and then in after thought wondered why she had even bothered when she couldn't even understand what she was reading. The words were slipping past her, and she found herself rereading paragraphs and then sentences. Eventually she gave up and set the book down beside her. Bored, with nothing to do, Geena took the time to relax and recall the long stressful day. The morning had been cold and dark. Getting out of bed had been half the hassle; the rest was trying to stay awake as she drove to the school. Then waiting with the other kids for the buses to come, milling around half asleep and freezing to death. Then the 4 hour drive to the competition, long hours of being in the bus, looking out the windows at the road going by, talking with a friend, or falling asleep. Geena had never been one to sleep on the road though, and she wasn't in the mood to talk, so she spent most of the time looking out at the scenery and letting her mind drift. Just turned 18, now free to do whatever she wanted. She was a senior too, and was still growing accustomed to the idea of being above everyone else. She had a few friends, but not many. The year before, she had hung out with the old seniors, fitting in well with them, understanding their jokes and innuendo. But they were gone, graduated and spread out and away. So she was left pretty much to herself this time around. Not that she minded it. Being a senior, with no one to look down on her, she was able to choose to be completely social or to isolate herself. No one would criticize her, because it was her right to do whatever she wanted. So far she was content to sit back and observe the band and the kids and everything that went on. She realized too that this was the last time she would be doing this, and she made an effort to relish every moment of it. Geena was also a very pretty young lady. Her body had finally matured to adult proportions, while still retaining her youthfulness. Her skin was soft, she had nice, womanly hips and a soft, round butt that she always liked to show off in her tight jeans. She was not athletic, and so a little soft, but not overweight either, letting her body curve out in all the right places. Geena especially liked the way her breasts had developed, large and well formed, the envy of many of the younger kids and a source of lust for many of the boys. She liked to just look at them, admiring their shape and the way they bounced when she moved. Alas, though, this made no difference during competition, with the heavy, hot uniforms that she was forced to drape over herself like a lead vest. She never really liked them, fitting into the big black pants and the cumbersome bright red jacket, hiding most of her body into a preformed shell. But she hated most having to tie up her long red hair to put the hats on, one last step towards uniformity. In her uniform she often thought that she would look like a man if it weren't for her large bust. Yes, she thought, the uniforms had been nice to get out of. The show had been quick, the march to the staging area long and tedious, the actual performance quick and frantic, and the march back permeated by the relief of everyone that it was over. Then slipping out, discarding the cardboard clothes and getting into her normal street clothes, becoming her sexy self again. It had been a long day even at that point. All of the frustration, anxiety, and excitement had been seeping out of her, disappearing into the past. She had walked over to the band trucks. There were 3 on this trip. One was a huge Ryder moving van, carrying the instruments for the band. The second was a pickup with a large trailer carrying the larger stuff, drums, xylophones, tubas. Then there was a third truck, painted bright red with black flames across its back. It was an old pickup with the bed converted into a large structure, like a horse pen. She walked towards it and peered inside. Two yellow cats eyes peered back at her. The dragon inside shifted itself and walked towards her. He was the bands mascot, bright red with black belly scales. Originally he had been found in one of the schools buildings, a surprising discovery from out of no where. After the initial shock of actually finding a real dragon, it had been captured by animal control. Upon capture, they were surprised to find that it was not fierce or dangerous; its behavior resembled that of a dogs, tame, loyal, and generally stupid. After the wave of scientists studying it, trying to classify its origins, the school had been left with a decision: what to do with it. The issue was a messy problem that no one wanted to handle until a group of girls in the band had petitioned to use the dragon as their mascot. With no better proposals, their wishes had been granted, and the band had been known forever afterwards as the Red Dragon Brigade. Soon afterwards, the girls had mysteriously vanished. Ever since then, girls had been vanishing, once or twice a year. It hadn't happened yet this year, though. Standing, observing the dragon, Geena had enjoyed herself. He was a strange, wonderful animal. His body was large, about twice as large as her, maybe 1 and a half times the size of a large man. He had a medium sized tail with a large spade on its end. His midsection, between his tail and neck, was round, almost dumpy, like an egg, giving him a comical look. He had a long neck and a very dragon like head, long snout like an alligator, ridged eyes, and two horns coming off the back of his head. He also had the habit of sometimes walking upright on two legs, causing him to waddle when he did so. Most of the time, however, he walked around on four legs, like a tiger or a dog. At first Geena had felt sorry for the dragon, locked up in the small confinement of his pen. However, it soon became apparent to her that he didn't really mind it. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the attention he got, and the long trips to competitions with the band. He was as much of a part of the band as the trophies and instruments; perhaps more so than the director and the kids. Occasionally he was allowed out during non competitive competitions to walk with the band. He was always well behaved, never a bother or a hassle, and the crowds loved to see him walking by. Geena suspected a bit of intelligence in the dragon; perhaps he understood more than he let on by his dumb appearance. Time had crept slowly by, and Geena had stayed with the dragon, standing at the side of the gate admiring him. A few groups of kids had gone by, asking her if she wanted to come with them to the awards ceremony. Geena had declined; she was tired and wanted to relax. Awards were the worst place to do that, full of shouting and excitement of waiting to see who would win. Besides, the bleachers there were hard, uncomfortable, and unbelievably cold at night, when the awards were given. Eventually Geena walked away from the dragon, giving it a wave good bye. By that time most of the other kids had gone. A few still lingered, waiting for one reason or another to hurry to the stadium and join the rest of the band. Geena walked towards the charter bus and entered, finding it completely deserted except for the bus driver. The isles were littered with clothes and backpacks. She slowly walked to the back and took a seat, cleaning up her area and searching through her pack for her book. The bus driver stood up to go out. 'Hey, I'm goin out to meet a friend, and I wont be back for a few hours. You gonna be OK in here?' He asked with a rough, New York accented voice. 'Yeah,' Geena replied, 'I'm cool.' 'K then, kiddo. Take care of yaself.' The bus driver stepped off the bus, leaving it completely empty and silent except for the occasional rough slip of paper as Geena turned the page. Now, book at her side, Geena was bored. She looked out the window at the darkened sky. Despite the night, the air seemed unusually warm. Geena was wearing a jacket and jeans in anticipation of the cold night. The jacket felt very warm, and she pulled it up and off, her breasts being pulled up inside the material. She gasped and smiled as she felt them bounce back, falling form the jacket. She like that, feeling their weight. Idly, she thought again about her breasts. Nice and large. She looked down at them. They pushed out her T-shirt, the logo on the front stretching out. They look like they want out, Geena joked to herself. Suddenly an idea crept up in her mind. It had always been a fantasy of hers to be naked in a bus during one of these competitions, having sex, the thrill of being in such a public place, the risk of being caught heightening the experience. Well, she was all alone tonight... why not? Her body shook with the possibilities, and she giggled nervously. Then, half in disbelief of herself, she started to lift up her shirt, slowly. It peeled up, and away, and she threw it with her jacket, leaving her breasts exposed, contained, or imprisoned by her bra. Her eyes were wide, her heart beating. She felt naughty, and it excited her. She half expected someone to see her, but nothing happened. Well, she thought, next step. With a click, her bra unsnapped, and she tore it off, releasing her breasts from the fabric. They bounced down, completely bare, nipples pointing out into the air. She had done it! She smiled in excitement, her upper body exposed. She moved her arm up and cupped her breast. Well, she thought to herself, time for the rest. She bounced up, standing. Her hands dove to her jeans. She unzipped them, and then tugged them down, the tight denim resisting her, tightly stretched around her ass. But she prevailed, and with a kick her jeans were in the same pile. Now only her underwear remained, wrapped tightly around her labia, hiding it from the night air. She peeled them off, bending over in the process, and with a toss of the fabric, she was naked. For a moment, Geena stood, smiling. She had done it, stripped completely in the bus, her naked, sexy young body exposed... the thrill was amazing. But what to do? She started to walk forward, exploring the sensation of being free. With each step she loosened up a little more. She imagined herself in a fashion show, walking down the isle. She shook her hips provocatively and mimicked the models with a wave of her hand, lifting her head and shoving her jaw out and giving that squinted, serious look. She spun around, showing off the clothes she wasn't wearing. Then suddenly she was dancing, spinning about. She pretended to dance with someone, holding her arms up and sweeping back and forth and then spinning. Then she was a ballerina, running across the isle, doing a great leap, her legs spreading, hands in the air, and landing less than gracefully. From outside, the yellow eyes watched through the dimly lit window. The girl inside was without her coverings, moving around in strange ways. He watched with pleasure at her body as it leaped through the air, muscles moving under the skin, her breasts swaying around, her butt jiggling as she landed. She looked delicious, nice and smooth skin, muscled legs and arms, and just the right amount of fat under the skin. The dragon licked his lips, then slowly walked to the door of his cage. He reached around with his arm and stuck his claw into the keyhole on his door. With a click, it was unlocked, and the dragon slowly pushed the door open. He stuck his neck out, looked around, and then slowly slinked out onto the pavement. He walked over to the bus and entered through the door. Geena was dancing again, spinning. She closed her eyes and let her arms go free, although trying to stop them from hitting the seats. She reveled in the feeling of the air over her exposed skin, the loss of confinement. Suddenly she heard a noise, and she stopped abruptly, breath held. Her eyes opened wide, frightened. Something was coming through the door! She dove into the seat beside her and curled up, hoping whoever had come in did not see her. She waited for a moment. The person entered... or was it two? The footsteps sounded wrong, not two steps but four, and the bus creaked with each one. The steps neared her, and she curled up tighter. They were almost on her. She closed her eyes, afraid, hoping this whole thing was a dream. Suddenly there was a wet sensation on her ass and up her side. Geena meeped... a broad, rough wet sensation, like someone licking her. She opened her eyes. Two yellow cats eyes stared back. Geena stared for a moment, unsure of what she was seeing. Then realization struck her. 'Ahh, stupid dragon...' She started laughing, nervous, 'Jesus, you scared me. What are you doing out of your home?' The dragon looked at her stupidly, and gave her another lick. 'Hey, stop that!' The dragon licked again, along her sides. Geena sat up and tried to fend the dragon away. 'C'mon, knock it off stupid... Hey!' The dragons tongue lashed out at her breasts, moving across her nipple. Geena got up and pushed his head away. He finally stopped licking her and just stared. His eyes began traveling over her body. She noticed this and started to blush...did he think she was sexy? She giggled. 'Ahh,' she sighed, 'now I have to take you back to the cage.' She walked to her pile of clothes, which was a few seats from the back of the bus. 'I have to get dressed too... and I was having so much fun.' When Geena reached her clothes, she made the error of bending over to retrieve her clothes, exposing her ass and pussy to the dragon, who had been following her close behind. Without a second thought he attacked. Geena shrieked as she felt herself penetrated. She squealed as the tongue began to lick across her exposed privates. Her body was completely frozen; the intrusion had been so abrupt, and the sensation was so powerful that she was completely under the dragon's control. While he feasted on her pussy with his tongue, she slowly got down onto all fours. The dragon lapped at her there for only a while before continuing up her back. She let him go on this time. It wasn't so bad... in fact, it felt kind of good, the broad gentle strokes calming, feeling good on her bare skin. Well, she thought, this is one way to enjoy being naked. Submitting to the situation, Geena got up and turned around to face the dragon. She timidly pushed up her breast and the dragon complied, his tongue washing over her breast, causing her to moan at the pleasure of his rough tongue over her sensitive nipples. As he did this, she idly looked over his body. She put a hand on his neck and held his face towards her, urging him on. His round scales felt hard and smooth under her fingers. She watched his eyes. They looked up at her for a second, happy playful eyes, and then went back to her chest. Geena eyes then traveled down his neck, to his strong chest and then his stomach. It was large and round. Distantly, she remarked to herself that she would easily fit in there. The idea elicited a gasp as funny, warm sensations crept over her... the idea was exciting to her. What would it be like, to be trapped in the dragon? To be inside another being, completely under their control as they moved around... she wondered also, what it would be like to be eaten, whole by the dragon. Her heart started to beat fast as she thought of the possibilities. She was really getting turned on by the thought of the dragon eating her. She was also realizing that the idea was actually possible. She was here, with the dragon. He would probably gulp her down if given the chance, she had no doubt about it...but no! She couldn't...how could she? No way. But still, who would stop her? What was stopping her? Geena took a deep breath. The possibility was fast becoming a reality to her. The more she thought about it, she less resistance she gave it. She did realize the consequences of being eaten, but something in her wanted it. Abruptly, her eyes opened. Geena got up. Her body was shaking, her heart beating faster than ever, her breathing fast and hard. She stood back from the dragon, looking it in the eyes. 'So, you silly dragon, you hungry? Is that why you licked me so much?' Her words were nervous, and her voice squeaked just a little. To her surprise, the dragon gave a floppy nod of his head. He understood her... perhaps she was right about his intelligence. But there was no time to contemplate it now. She patted the dragon's head and walked back from him. He stood where he was and simply stared. Slowly, Geena bent over, giving her bottom a suggestive wiggle at the dragon. She got down on the floor and turned herself around, laying on her back. She looked down, over her heaving breasts at the dragon. Then she lifted her foot straight out at the dragon, suggestively. The dragon continued to stare, stupidly. 'Well, what are you waiting for?' She gave him a wink, just to top off her offer. The dragons head cocked to the side, and then suddenly his eyes grew wide, his jaws opened in realization, and he licked his chops. He burst into a full speed run at her, moving clumsily and shaking the bus as he did so. Geena screamed in fright and excitement. Before running her over, he stopped, his head before her foot. He sniffed it, tentatively, his warm breath moving over her skin. Then he opened his mouth, jaw yawning wide, and engulfed her foot. Geena body jolted in pleasure as she felt the hot throat wrap around her foot. Before he got any further, she lifted her other foot up to him, and he greedily accepted it too, pulling it in with a wet slurp. Then the dragon started swallowing, a tightening around Geena feet that pulled on her. The dragon's head moved forward, and now she was ankle deep in his throat. His jaws then yawned wide with another gulp, and her calf slid in. The sensation was strange, like entering a small but very elastic rubber tube. However, the thought of being eaten was driving her insane, and with each gulp her pleasure increased. The dragon took in more and more of her legs. First her knees were sucked in, and then he started the long swallows up her thighs, his head moving lower as he approached her hips. Then, when his snout was just starting to move under her ass, its tongue struck again. She wiggled as she was penetrated by the writhing tongue. It was moving in and out of her body. Her hands went to her breasts and she cupped them. As the tongue delved deeper, she began to squeeze them, and her head flopped back and forth as she moaned. Her pleasure increased with every stroke, in and out, harder every time, and soon she was rising, her pleasure on a one way trip to orgasm. Geena screamed, clenching her tits, her face strained as the white light overwhelmed her. Her body shook, and her pussy squirted into the dragon's mouth. He greedily swiped the liquid up, his tongue roving between her thighs for every last drop. When he was satisfied, he began swallowing again, long hard gulps, and Geena's pussy disappeared into the mouth, still sensitive and moist. As Geena came down from her bliss, the dragon worked on getting her hips down. They were a bit of a problem, being so wide, and he was being stretched as far as he could. However, he was persistent, and slowly she started to move across the floor again, the dragon now with enough leverage to suck her in instead of moving up her body. As her stomach disappeared, Geena looked down and smiled. The dragon's neck was puffed out with her lower body, and his eyes had a funny, persistent stare. She laughed and then moved one of her toes inside of the hot wet throat, noting with amusement how the scales moved around when she did so. Soon, she thought, the form in his neck would be of her breasts, and then her head. The dragon slowly worked itself up, cheeks puffed out and lips stretched around her. Its snout began to move up between her breasts, pushing them out to the side. They soon became another obstacle for the dragon. He tried to yawn his mouth wide, but his mouth was already stretched nearly to the limit, and he made no progress. Geena realized that she would have to help. With her hands, she gave each breast one last going over, tweaking each nipple, and then pushed as hard as she could, trying to squeeze her flesh in. Slowly, the orbs of her breasts moved in as the dragon took his strongest gulps. The first to go was her right breast, and it made a wet slurping noise as it slid in. Then her left breast easily followed, as the dragon had more room with the first one out of the way. Content, and feeling her breasts moving over the roof of the dragons mouth, Geena looked down one last time. The neck was tightly stretched around most of her body. Her hands reached down around the neck, following her form. The scales shape formed around her, showing her curvy, sexy body off. Not like the uniforms, she thought. While she could, Geena tilted her head down farther and kissed the dragon on the tip of his snout, a long, passionate kiss. Then she looked him in the eyes, smiled, and tilted her head back, ready for the big plunge. With a few gulps, her pretty face disappeared, followed by long strands of her long red hair. All that remained of Geena in the world were her hands and arms, stuck straight out from the dragons mouth. He swallowed, and the arms disappeared until only her hands remained. Her fingers wiggled in their freedom for the last time, and then waved goodbye to the dragon before being slurped up. With a few more gulps, Geena was swallowed down the wet throat and deposited in the Dragons stomach, causing a bulge that moved around as she squirmed. Geena curled up into a ball. The stomach was all around her, pressing against her, holding her, soft, warm, and comfortable. Geena smiled one last time. She had been eaten, a fantasy fulfilled. And now she knew what it was like to be inside a dragon. Slowly, aided by the soft sway of the dragon as he moved around, Geena fell asleep, completely at peace with herself. The dragon slowly walked out of the bus and into the night. Out of the confinement of the bus, he stood up and stretched, gut sagging, and then gave a tremendous belch. The sound from the stadium was becoming louder. The ceremony was almost be over. Quickly, he walked to his enclosure, opened the door, got in, and locked the door behind him. Then the dragon laid down and curled up in his enclosure, stomach full, happy. He dozed off as he digested his meal. The End -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+