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This story was written for Kio Redsen as part of my XXXMas Commission batch! It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, as well as food play and micro/size difference related antics. :3

A Night with Prancer

Jirri was meant to be out until tomorrow morning, but when the dragon awoke from his vital third nap of the day just as the afternoon sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon, he found something out of place that suggested he was no longer home alone. He rose from where he was curled up on one of the sofa cushions, stretched out his four scaled legs, flapped his wings, and sniffed at the object resting on one arm of the sofa close by. His nostrils flared, and his tongue flicked out in excitement as his brain registered the sweet rush of creamy, luxurious and unmistakable chocolate. Lunging forward with his long neck, the dragon snapped up the chocolate between jaws barely large enough to fit it in, hissing in delight as no sooner had his sharp teeth burst through the exterior shell his tongue was greeted by a rich burst of mint creme as the sweet treat physically filled his entire maw. Even more glee inducing however was the fact that as he leaned forward to bite and swallow down that first chocolate, he saw something as his head peeked up over the rim of the sofa. Something resting about a metre away, in fact exactly a metre away from the last chocolate, resting clear as day upon the living room carpet.

Another chocolate. And a metre beyond that one, a third. Then a fourth, and a fifth, and... well, before the dragon could count any higher, there were four more chocolates for him to devour first, and devour them he did in rapid succession. Two were minty, one filled with an orange ganache, and the last filled with a similarly rich creme of strawberry flavour. Once the dragon reached that one, he saw that there was indeed another one beyond it, just outside the living room door. Then another, and another. They seemed to lead up the stairs, and while he could have spent time trying to figure out what the reasoning for laying out such a trail might be, that was time that he would have had to spend not savouring deliciously rich and vibrantly flavoured chocolate quite as much as he otherwise could. Thus without much consideration of the consequences he proceeded onward and upward, devouring morsel after sizeable morsel without the slightest diminishing of his appetite even as the number of chocolates vanishing down his throat rapidly increased as he found one upon each and every step on his way to the upper floor of the house.

By the time he made it to the door of Jirri's bedroom, the little dragon was beginning to feel almost drunk on the sheer volume of chocolate he'd consumed. His body had already consumed over two dozen of those delicious and obviously high quality confections, what would have been enough to fill his stomach to capacity four or five times over had he been anything but a dragon, imbued with innate magics and abilities regardless of his natural size. But because he was a dragon, that drunken sugar rush was the only real effect of the chocolate other than making him hungry for more. Thus he showed little delay in rushing up to the bedroom door, closed-to but not actively shut, and pressed his forepaws up against the woodwork to let himself in and hopefully to reveal yet more sweet treats on the floor beyond.

His eyes scanned the floor of the bedroom's interior for chocolate, and his stomach gurgled as to his dismay, he saw nothing of interest. Nothing edible. The dragon's gaze darted around the room in search of a spot where the rest of the chocolates might have been hidden; a treasure trove at the end of this delicious hunt, but there was nothing. Just the same old bedroom. Closet. Bedside table. Bed with naked and masturbating reindeer. Door to the en suite bathroom, and...

The dragon blinked. He shook his head, glanced down at one of his forepaws, and raised its four clawed digits. One by one, he counted them off, his chocolate-fuelled and sugar addled mind trying to focus on something he had just seen which seemed out of place.

He lowered a digit. Bedroom closet. Where clothes were kept, perfectly normal.

Another clawed toe curled inward. Bedside table. A pile of books with bookmarks sticking out halfway through almost all of them. A glass with last night's water in it. Again, normal.

Door to the en suite bathroom. A third digit descended as he nodded and affirmed that indeed there had always been a door and an en suite there.

The bed.

He kept that final digit raised, staring at it with his scaled brow furrowed. There was something about the bed. Something about the... the contents of the bed. A reindeer? Why was there a... a reindeer didn't live here. There was him, and there was Jirri. Maybe Jirri had brought the reindeer home. But, if that was the case the kangaroo definitely wouldn't have laid out a trail of chocolates to lead him to the bedroom. Hell, she would probably have given him the entire box of candy just to keep away from the bedroom while she and the reindeer did their thing. But, that didn't make sense anyway, because Jirri was nowhere to be seen. He hadn't seen her coat in the hallway on his way up, he hadn't seen the trail of discarded clothes she normally left on the hallway floor after getting in from having to be social and smartly dressed for a protracted period of time.

Also, if Jirri was here, why was the reindeer masturbating?

His eyes bulged, and as his last digit dripped, the dragon stared back up at the bed.

"O-ohh..."

The reindeer moaned audibly for the first time as their eyes met, and she giggled as she smiled down at him from where she was propped up on Jirri's pillows, her legs spread and one hand between them gently, teasingly fondling herself.

"I... ah, I... thought you'd wake up sooner. I've been waiting for a while. Keeping myself... b-busy. Ready. For you."

The dragon sniffed the air, and his blue and white scales flickered slightly as he scented the magic upon her. She was a reindeer, that was no illusion, but she was far from just a reindeer. That magic though. That supernatural energy he could smell on her, it was like no source he'd ever seen before. Not arcane. Not fey. Not divine. It was almost like she was one of...

His eyes widened yet again, and between his legs the dragon felt something stir as the reindeer giggled, and nodded as Prancer either saw the sudden awareness cross his face, or read it in his mind.

"That's right. So, you know why I'm here."

Nodding his long necked head rapidly up and down, the dragon darted forward to the edge of the bed, scrambled up its base and took up a position like a sentry at the very foot of its softly blanketed surface. Closer now, he could see the reindeer in even more detail, her body round and plump, her thighs quivering slightly even as her hand moved ever so slowly and subtly between her legs. He could see her chest rising and falling, large breasts following suit with every action of her lungs, and her eyes... gods, her eyes. He could dive into them, fly around in their bountiful, beautiful expanse for an eternity and never grow short of things to see. Yet as incredible as those eyes were, they darted down, and he followed their gaze back between her legs. Where Prancer was guiding him, where she was encouraging him to look... and in fact, to do more than look.

"Do I need to make it a more inviting target?"

Prancer teased as she removed her hand from between her legs with a breathy moan half of relief and half of frantic desperation, exposing herself fully to the dragon's gaze for the first time. She reached around behind herself, behind the stack of pillows propping her up, and a strained hiss of hunger and hunger of a very different kind escaped the micro-sized dragon all at once as he saw what she withdrew from that hidden spot. It was a jar of chocolate spread, the kind one could put on toast, bake into sweet goods or frankly just bury your head in and not emerge until the jar was empty. Not only was it one of the dragon's favourite treats though, it was a particular brand of that particular treat which the dragon had only ever read about. A brand that was practically just a jar of full on chocolate ganache, no added bulking agents or other foodstuffs that would contaminate its pure, chocolatey deliciousness.

Before the dragon's eyes she opened up the jar, dipped a finger into it, and lifted it to her mouth with a happy murmur. She giggled as the dragon licked his lips and hissed softly in longing, only for her finger to return for another little dab at the rich chocolate substance. This time though, her hand didn't rise to her muzzle once again. Instead it sank low upon her body and came to rest between her legs, and with two clean fingers spreading her nether regions wide apart, she trembled and let slip a ragged breath as she pressed that chocolatey digit to the nub of her exposed clit.

In a split-second, the dragon was there. Between his legs from a previously almost imperceptible slit in his scales a shaft of pink was protruding forth, and from his muzzle a similarly pink tongue snaked out as he laid his forelimbs against the reindeer's thighs. He bowed his head, and he licked her clit, sweeping the chocolate off what to him was a sizeable, prominent point of flesh and following up with a second lick, then a third to ensure that every last sweet little drop was cleaned off and delivered unto his taste-buds. He hissed in delight at how good the chocolate tasted. She moaned in pleasure. He shuddered as the chocolate, plus the sound of her bliss combined into an even more intoxicatingly delicious sensation, which was only intensified when the dragon drew in a ragged breath in close proximity to the reindeer's nether regions and got a lungful of Prancer's obvious arousal.

His eyes drifted back and forth between her pussy, her face and the jar of chocolate spread, and with a hiss of glee the dragon reacted hurriedly as Prancer repeated the process once again with another delighted moan of her own. He lapped the chocolate from her clit a second time, then a third, then a fourth and a fifth, his cock slapping against his own blue and white scaled form as the reindeer's excitement grew a more prominent flavour alongside the rich chocolatey sweetness, and her gasps, giggles and moans only adding to the exotic ambiance of the situation. Perhaps it was only natural therefore that the number of licks the dragon found himself taking in order to make absolutely certain that he was scouring Prancer's clit of every last drop of chocolate spread grew larger. And perhaps it was entirely coincidental that the more he licked her, the more he grew not only accustomed to but rather fond of the taste of her arousal whenever his tongue dipped away from her clit and his muzzle found itself between the lewdly spread lips of her pussy as a whole. Not necessarily more fond of it than chocolate, chocolate was delicious after all, but certainly on a par... which was an extreme compliment to Prancer's flavour in its own right.

"W-want more?"

When the reindeer rather breathlessly spoke those words to the dragon though, and when she set the jar of chocolate spread down on her lower belly with its open lid pointing directly at the small scaled figure between her legs, both of them wordlessly surrendered any lingering coyness on their respective parts. The dragon hissed happily, and shuffled forward even tighter between Prancer's legs until his small but rigid cock was enveloped in the warmth and wetness of her nether regions, alongside a portion of his torso to which it was attached. He gave a soft, happy snarl of pleasure as he craned his neck forward to try and reach the jar of chocolate being seemingly freely offered to him, and discovered that it was positioned at the perfect distance from the reindeer's nether regions. The perfect distance for them both, for as he found his head dipping into the jar and felt his snout being enveloped on all sides by rich, silky smooth chocolate spread, he found himself straddling the reindeer's crotch in an ideal alignment for his cock to rub, to hump and grind against her already well worked and stimulated clit.

He began to eat. To feast, and as he did so, delirious in his ravenous enjoyment, his hips began to piston back and forth. To grant his body the same physical pleasure his palette was already experiencing. More and more eagerly he buried his face in the tasty chocolate surrounding him, and the more hungrily and urgently he ate, the faster his cock humped at the reindeer. In his greed, the dragon only drew back from the face-full of chocolate when the need to breathe overwhelmed his need to eat. When he did so though, even though his face and a portion of his neck were still glistening with chocolate and despite the fact that the holes in his head which formed his ears were mostly plugged by the same sweet substance, he could still hear Prancer's cries.

"Yes! Yes! R-right there! Fuck me, f-fuck my... aa-aahhhyessss, I'm... o-oh god. Oh, yes! G-gonna, I'm... yes. So close, s-so... oh, ohhh yessss!"

Diving his head back into the chocolate heaven before him, the dragon's body bucked faster and faster still. His own pleasure swelled, and he growled, hissed and moaned through his shamelessly gluttonous mouthfuls as he too found himself approaching a point of no return. His forepaws dived into the chocolate jar with his head, allowing him to pull back enough to listen to the reindeer's gathering screams while he shovelled handful after handful of sweet, creamy deliciousness into his maw. He roared and gurgled as he felt a gush of hot liquid splash out across his scaled hindquarters, and listened as Prancer wailed in almighty relief.

"Cumming! Cumming , I... a-aaahhhhhhgod, yes! Don't stop! Don't... oh. Oh! Ohhhhfuckyesssss!"

He drove his cock against her throbbing, quivering clit again, and again, and again. He guzzled down another mouthful of chocolate, and another. He was so close, and so desperate to cum. Frantic in his desire to share the heights of physical pleasure with her as well as indulging his own voracious appetite without pause. And in that moment, of course, Prancer knew just what to say. Even as she was whimpering, gasping, still quivering in the throes of orgasmic bliss herself, she knew exactly what to say to send the dragon howling over the edge and into the beginnings of a whole night of pure, indulgent heaven.

"A-aahhh, fuck me. Cum on me! A-and... oh god, when you're done with that chocolate... o-oh, yes... I think I've got a box of eclairs hidden around here somewhere."

By Jeeves

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