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"You've gone too far this time Eurasia!"

A prank was all it was thought the blue dragon with black stripes on his neck and snout in the principle's office, being scolded by the short stubby Duck in a suit. School sucked and blew eggs thought the denim shorts wearing dragon, the lavish room looking less appealing with how slumped over he was in the leather chair. His red shirt had the "duces" symbol on it, this young 16 year old scaled punk being a rebel since middle school. Being an only child to an overworked mother meant he had little in being taught right from wrong, though even a baby could see how wrong it was to pull the fire alarm during a packed wednesday, "Fuck mang. Don't get your panties in a knot. Wasn't like those fire fighters had anything else to do." That tone of disinterset and lack of respect for authority has worn thin on those yellow feathers, a few falling off his heated head.

"You cost the school quite a bit of money and prestige young man. Detention has done little to get that head out of your ass...so we're going to move to more drastic measures." quacked this irritating avian, tired of his antics once and for all. What could the school do to him? Not like they could touch him, the law wouldn't allow that. He's been given detention twenty times over the past few years and it was just a snore fest. Though it seemed that torture had some different definitions that was exempt from the law, "Da fuck? You're making me CLEAN?! You can't do that shit!" roared the dragon in anger, holding a brush and a sponge in each hand. Apparently they could make him do that shit, the duck pointing out a clause in the school's disiplinary preamble that "Unruly Students Will Be Forced to Clean Up Their Acts.". After school clean up duty was left on him, being laughed at by the other teachers who saw him moving tables in the cafeteria, washing dishes and moping the floors. In the end, he cared little for what they thought, the prankster dragon not minding surprisingly since back home was a bore anyway. It was 4 pm by the time he finished up his "punishment", taking a break in a chair before hearing someone singing something, in a language he wasn't familiar with "Siiii~ Vamos a cocina el mejor pudín~ La la la...."

It didn't take Eurasia long to realize it was that new fat lizard lunch lady who was hired a few weeks back. Everyone commented on her large stomach and massive amount of curly hair, so much hair fuzz that it was joked that you could get lost in it. Though her most striking feature aside from her hair was her stomach, bulging out like she was pregnant or something. Being 5'1", short for a dragon his age, she was pretty big for a lizard thing at 7'9", questioning if she was a simple lizard given her frame and other stuff. Maybe she was one of those exotic species, having heard in one of his classes about various unique species that hailed from very remote places on the planet, "Ehh...she probably eats her weight in lunch meat..." quipped the snarky dragon, the scent of something catching his nostrils.

Sweet, familiar, enough to make him rise out of his chair and follow it. Could it be tomorrow's dessert? Nah, it was too hot to be dessert thought Eura, going past the employee only doors and into the large kitchen. All the dishes were washed an hour prior thanks to him, still gleaming in the florencent lights but disorganized in the plastic container holding them. In the corner of the clean white tiled kitchen was a massive metal pot, the source of the sweet scent that guided him here. Massive was an understatement, never before having seen kitchen ware of this magnitude, "...? Wait, this is crap they make Tuesday Pudding in? Sheeeeeeeit." His mind was blown, even more so that it happened to be his favorite flavor of pudding also, Strawberry, contained in a pot bigger than he was tall. However it was still hot and in the middle of the cooling down phase, the greedy dragon looking around and finding a step ladder in the closet.

All that work got him hungry for munchies, thinking it wouldn't be bad to sneak a taste since he earned it. He also swiped a plastic bowl to scoop some up, climbing on top of the ladder and seeing the lukewarm pudding settling. Even though he enjoyed the stuff, looking at it while hot made it look less appetizing, wondering if it was even worth getting now, "Eehh....! ack!" the sound of the door being opened spooked him, making him lose his balance and fall right into the pot with a gross wet plop. Seems that the lunch lady had returned for a brief moment, having forgotten to grab her I.D. to open her locker in order to grab her purse and such. The moment he left, he emerged from the sea of pudding, gasping for air and coughing out that gross hot pudding, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME. *cough* Ugh...god damn it." growled Eura in anger, the pudding being wiped away from his eyes with little success.

The sweet stuff was clinging hard to him, making it hard to do anything, especially get out. After fiddling around for a good minute or so, he managed to get himself out, rather fall out and plop out like some sort of blob monster, slidding across the floor until hitting a wall. Seems his clothes were perfect for the dessert to adhere to, not even able to get himself up, "Oh! Mira esto!...what a mess...." she remarked, seeing the droplets of pudding on the floor and a trail leading to still struggling pudding covered dragon. Unfortunately she had already put her glasses away into her purse, her vision not being the best without them seeing a pink moving blob, "Gah...hey, lunch lady. Help me out here will ya?"

Pink pudding scented blob clicked something in her mind, giving a big smile followed by a contemplative look on her face, "Oh Señor Puddin'! You're back again? Hmmm...Si tengo hambre..." she muttered to herself, putting her purse down on the metal counter top and grabbing one of the aprons to keep her nice green dress with a blue waistband ground around her stomach and above her tailbase safe from any pudding flying off. Though her size made the dress hard to cover her lower half, going with stretchy black shorts which were far above her thighs, at least enough to keep herself from being indecent looking. Eurasia was lifted up into the air, glad to at least have some help, even if it was from that fat lunch lady, "Ugh....t-thanks...can you not tell--WHAT THE HELL!?"

His gratitude left him like the sweet dessert over his eyes, getting his face slurped clean with a thick meaty tongue, the hot breath of this lizard like lunch lady going over his saliva sticky face as she a taste of her good ole friend. Eurasia's face of pure horror was unseen by the vision impared lunch lady, his eyes soon getting a glimpse of her large gaping maw "Señor Puddin', you're still hot...oh well. Mahina can still enjoy. Buen Provecho!" thanked the famished and thick curly haired woman, lifting the fear frozen dragon into her mouth. This couldn't be happening he thought, struggling for a moment before slipping right out of her hands. His shirt was left in her hands, the slippery scaled "snack" falling to the floor, and flailing about, "HOLY SHIT! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" the shrill in his voice echoed in the empty kicthen, falling short from the lack of life in the school.

She didn't expect him to just slide out of her palms, turning ever so slowly, that sweet face of hers changing to something rather sinester looking. Saliva dribbling down her hungry mouth, Eurasia noting she had sharp teeth like a dragon would, "Mmmm...but you're such a Delucié Puddin. You always insist on being in me....Ven aqui." growled the hungry lunch lady, nearly scaring the piss out of the delinquent dragon. It was something out of a horror film or something, being sliding himself back into a wall with this red-orange scaled monster inching her way towards him. This couldn't be how it ends, eaten by some obese minimum waged lunch bitch in the worse school ever, "H-help! This bitch is tryin' to eat me! HELP!" he shouted, hating himself to resorting to that, Mahina grinning widely, her tongue licking away her excessive drool.

"Eeeehee....Siempre Asi Señor Puddin'. Everyone left home though...so you're all mine." growled the lunch lady, her expression and demeanor completely different from when she was serving food to us students. It was like she reveled in this sort of thing, eagar, anxious to get him down his gullet. Maybe it was because he was covered in pudding, being referred to as such since it still clung to tightly to his form, "Lady, get it to your thick stomach. I'm not Senior Puddin'! I'm Eurasia, a dragon! Are you blind?" Hopefully logic can get through her forest of curly hair, her ears raising up and getting a good look at him. If it wasn't for her glasses, she'd fail every vision test, even more so that a bit of her hair obstructed her vision even more so, on her end, only seeing a talking pink blob, with a blue spot, which was from the dragon's face and chest from his lack of shirt.

Again his words fell short, not knowing how bad her eyesight really was. Señor Puddin' was also more talkative than usual, wondering if it was something in her batch that came out wrong, "Oh you. Dragones no están hechos de Puddin'. Don't worry...you'll be much happer inside ME." hissed Mahina in canniblistic delight, walking right towards him, his heart sinking and everything around him growing dark. She wasn't listening, and she was intending on gobbling him down, "Oh shit. You're fucking nuts!" His feet were still too slippery to get a proper grip on the floor, thinking now to take advantage of that. Before he knew it, Mahina was already a few steps away from him, taking that chance to kick off the wall and slide fast along the floor.

Pudding was rather good at negating friction, speeding right between her legs and right towards the double doors leading to the cafeteria. He recalled leaving it unlocked, hopefully getting out of here and getting to the cops to lock this people eating bimbo behind bars. People bitch about dragons doing that kind of thing and here it is happening to him, showing that stereotypes aren't cool. In his thoughts, he didn't expect the doors to be locked, slamming right into double doors head first with a loud thud. Impacting the door as hard as made him see stars, bleeding from his forehead since he kicked from the wall with as much force as possible. Crafty fox that Mahina was, having dealt with Puddin who started playing hard to get, before finally accepting his fate in her tummy.

To her luck, he quieted down, carefully lifting the slippery lump and carrying him back to the pot. The haze in his eyes made it hard to make out what was going on, the throbbing rocking his head soon stopping as he felt something warm slather on his head. Gooey, tepid, gentle, it was like creamy relaxation being poured on his wounded head, his blurred vision clearing up to darkness. Mahina had brought him over to pour more pudding on him, feeling bad that he lost some of his skin and wanting Señor Puddin to be happy on his way down, knowing she'll have to clean the floor again but it was worth it for a delicious sweet treat like this. She was already running late for her shows, wasting no time with her wide mouth opened to its maximum.

Head first the dragon went in, realizing a little too late once his shoulders had gone into her mouth. Senor Puddin was larger this time than before, though at least he wasn't flailing as much as the previous time, Eurasia realizing too late what was happening. Going in head first with those throat muscles clenching around his smooth form, soon settling into a tight space, void of light but plentiful in moisture. The tight fit of this dragon had her taking her time gulping him down, her eyes rolling back in bliss once his feet disappeared into her. That full feeling was like an all expense paid trip to heaven, both legs trembling for a few moments before finally the whole body reached its destination.

You could barely tell that Mahina had gorged on that meal, her stomach puffing out maybe an inch or two. Pudding dribbled from her lips, thick strands being slurped up by that hungry tongue as a hand moved to her left tit, cupping it gently. A good meal was always a turn on, a light burp filling the room with a blush on her face, "Mmmm...sweet strawberry...Tienes mi graditud Señor Puddin'" she remarked, feeling a bit of movement inside, for maybe 30 seconds before it finally stopped. Her thighs rubbed against each other feeling the heat of arousal, her breathing rapid and deep. Each finger was licked clean of the sticky strawberry sweetness, that feral like growl of satisfaction going along with her meal.

Luckily she did not forget the important part, taking care of the mess caused by her friend who she expects to see again next pudding day. Only odd thing was the shirt that was left on the floor, taking it with her since it was a momento of her most recent time, and definitely not the first. An investigation was prompt about 2 weeks after Eurasia's disappearance, the school being questioned why it was filed so late. Their investigation came up inconclusive, the school's excuse being that he was a troublemaker and skipped school anyway, not to mention his mother was basically uncaring about his wearabouts anyway, leading to the case hitting a dead end. Once the school was finally let off the hook, a certain principle was lounging in his office, holding a black leather book with nothing printing on the front or back.

It felt good to have one less rotten apple in his garden, giving himself a pat on the back, "Thank you Horn Law 1.50....making my little Mahina easily deal with those Horned Hoosers." The grin on his beak was quite sinester, the law passed about 10 years ago which was supposed to protect people from the fatalities caused by sharp dragon horns and other species with sharp tusks. Horns were dulled down via humane and painless ways, then when you reached adulthood, you could file a proper license which allowed you to keep your horns as they should be. Before that, it was mandatory for all horned individuals to succumb to the law or face legal action, something that a select few took advantage of.

Now that he was alone, he had to take care of some last minute business, focusing back on his special little black book. Carefully he turned it around and fiddled with it, revealing a fake back that had a piece of pink paper. With a thin tipped marker, he put a checkmark on it, grinning widly at the current events.

"Let's see...here we go. Eurasia M....another one off the list."