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A Hungry Muse By Draconicon

The dragon's fingers flicked across the keyboard as he typed up his next story. Every so often he would pause, scanning the screen before sighing and deleting a few lines before moving on. Each time he had to restart, he wrote a little slower until he found himself completely stalled. Leaning back as his momentum failed, Draconicon rubbed his forehead.

"Sometimes, I think that people are trying to drive me crazy."

He stared at the computer screen. The commission he'd been paid to write was only half done, and he'd been working on it for over a week. It wasn't that it was a particularly long piece, or even that the content bothered him, like some stories had. No, it was more that he couldn't get the inspiration to work, and considering the damage it would bring to his reputation, that was a huge problem.

Draconicon wasn't a particularly special dragon, after all. He didn't have the strength or magical skills that some of his species had, or even the flying expertise of some of the lighter subspecies. He was seven feet tall, but that was miniature compared to many dragons. He might have had distinctive white eyes, but those were a genetic mish-mash more than anything that made him special.

The only thing that made him special was his skill at writing, and he'd done his best to make a living with it. It wasn't much - hell, he could barely afford the apartment at a reduced rent and relied on foodstamps - but it let him do what he wanted.

That, however, would only last as long as his reputation did. If he couldn't finish a story, his overall image might survive, but it would set a precedent for backing out of a deal, and that would get around.

He needed a distraction. Pushing his chair back, he let it roll along the floor before getting to his feet. A little water might help him focus some more, he thought. His apartment was hot and mucky during the hot months, mostly due to crappy insulation and no air conditioning, which made the plethora of water bottles in the fridge a blessing and a half.

Walking around the corner, he grabbed the fridge door. It opened with a groan - Yes, I know you need some work, he thought - and he grabbed one of the bottles. Ice cold plastic felt heavenly against his palms, and he pressed the side of it against his neck with a deep sigh.

"Heaven, thy name is ice."

After applying the bottle to his face, neck, and inner elbows, Draconicon opened it and took a few drinks. He drank half of the contents in just a few gulps. Capping it off with a groan, he returned to his writing desk. Getting comfortable, he stared at the screen again. The story stared back, and the little flashing bar mocked him as it blinked.

"Ugh. You...stupid story. Geez, you hurt my brain."

Even as he laid his fingers on the keyboard again, he knew the words weren't there. Blink, blink, blink went the little line on the screen as he tried to force the words. Despite his best efforts, nothing came to him. The inspiration well was dry.

He sighed, getting up and walking to his bedroom.

"Looks like I'll have to get the muse."

He hated to use it. The muse was a powerful thing, admittedly, but it was addictive and lonely as well. As soon as it was out of the container he put it in, it would want to share and talk and 'play'. He'd get all the inspiration he needed, but the muse would keep him busy until he had forgotten why he needed it. With the alternative of cancelling on the story, however, there wasn't much choice.

Once he entered his room, it didn't take long to find the pen he'd locked the muse in. Leaving the sauna his bedroom had become, he went back to his desk and put the blue pen down. His fingers hesitated over the pushtop. As soon as he pushed it, the muse would be out until he managed to convince it to go back. He'd have to deal with something that had been left alone for weeks, and hope it was feeling reasonable.

"I'll just have to be careful."

Holding his breath, he pressed down until he heard a click.

Rather than a piece of metal, blue gas flowed out of the pen. The scent of sex followed in its wake, and familiar laughter - deep and throaty - accompanied it. The gas swirled around him twice before floating in cloud form over his dining table. It grew, extending a torso towards the tabletop, followed by arms and legs.

"Mmmm, it's been a long time since you let me out of there, Draconicon."

"It's been a long time since I needed a new idea."

"Oh ho, ideas I have. Ideas I have aplenty. I have inspiration, motivation, and quality characters, worlds and plots. I have all that you could ever need and more."

"Yes, and you're also a grandstanding, distracting -"

"Sex god?"

"I was going to say tolerable pest."

"Ooh, so harsh, honey, and when you need me most, too."

The blue cloud seemed to suddenly expanded, poofing like a cartoon. The gaseous exterior faded away, replaced by a lean, feminine-looking lizard. He wore a thong around his waist, and the front bulged with a hefty package. Blue scaled feet lifted from the ground, and the dragon blushed as the creature wiggled them at him. Each toe was slender and longer than normal, and the scales were wet enough to promise a musky scent if he were closer.

"Do you have to do that every time?"

"Honey, deny it if you want, but we both know you get your best inspiration from sexy stuff."

"It's not my only inspiration, though."

"Hmmm, maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but do you really want to risk getting anything less than the best right now?"

"Well..."

"I didn't think so."

Chuckling, the lizard poofed, concealed by the blue cloud for a moment before reappearing. This time the muse was a busty lioness with silver piercings through her nipples. She jumped down from the table and walked over to him, her hips swaying pendulously and her eyes half-shut. He blushed as she sat on his lap, particularly considering she'd lost the thong. Blunted claws ran down his chest, stopping at his waist and tapping on his jean's metal button.

"So tell me, honey. What kind of story are you stuck on today?"

"It's -"

"On second thought, don't. There's a much more delicious way to find out."

The muse undid the button of his jeans as she slid off his lap. She was on the ground between his legs in the blink of an eye, dragging his pants down just as quickly. Soft fingers wrapped around his shaft, and she purred.

"Dear, dear. I can feel just how pent up you are. Why don't you let me out more often? You know I can handle this for you."

"Because it's distracting!"

"No, this thing is distracting." She slapped his cock against his thigh a few times as it hardened. "Dealing with it isn't."

"It is when you're - GAH!"

The dragon gripped the arms of his chair as the lioness swallowed his cock. His legs twitched and his toes curled against the carpet. She lapped against the head of his cock, teasing him. Her hands slipped away from his cock as he got harder, pressing against his thighs to keep his legs wide open.

As she bobbed up and down his cock, she watched him, measuring his reactions with a precision that left him blushing. When he was fully hard, she pushed forward, dragging his cock in towards the back of her mouth. Holding it there, she looked up at him with a naughty grin before bobbing forward. The head of his cock pushed into her throat, and the sudden tightness made him gasp.

As her lips touched the base of his cock, he started to recover. Panting for breath, he tried to grab her head, but before he could reach her she grabbed his balls. A slight squeeze made him back off.

"You...are so...freaking...pushy."

Mmmm, and judging by how hard your cock is, you love it.

"Fuck you."

That's the idea, hon. Get with the program.

"Hey, you're the one that - oooooh God!"

She shifted again, this time into a plump male bear. In his kneeling position, the muse's ass was on display, huge and curvy. The thong was gone, too small to contain that, and the eager male bobbed along his cock. Rubbery wet lips gripped his cock tightly, and the broad tongue inside slathered his cock in attention.

It didn't take long for him to blow his load, and the bear held himself at the tip of the dragon's cock, swallowing everything. He felt every squeeze around his tip, every little suck collecting his seed. The familiar tingle that came with the muse's consumption didn't hurt, either.

Draconicon panted as the muse pulled back, licking its lips before turning cloudy again, a blue gas floating in a vaguely bipedal shape.

"Mmmm, always so delicious, dear. You really should let me do that more often. You're so pent up."

"I don't know how that's possible; I -" He broke off, shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah, you jerk off about eight times a day."

He groaned, shaking his head. He always forgot how much information the muse got when it devoured his seed. He swore it downloaded some part of his mind whenever it did that.

"Anyway, that's jerking off. That -" The muse nudged the dragon's cock. "- wants more than jerking off. You cum more with blowjobs anyway, and don't get me started on your obsession with footjobs."

"Leave it alone, muse."

"Oh, now don't be like that. You know you wanted my help, and this is how I help."

"By driving me crazy?"

"By draining you of all those delicious distractions, and then filling you with ideas."

"So can we move on to the ideas? Please?"

"Mmm, can't you sound a little more interested than that? A muse likes to feel appreciated."

The gas cloud had changed again. This time it was a vixen, her tail wrapping around the back of his head and drawing him near. She pressed his lips against her pussy before he could protest, and his muffled words were more like vibrations for the muse than anything coherent.

"You know what to do, hon. Just get licking."

Rolling his eyes, the dragon got to work. The muse's pussy was just as wet as the lioness's, but it felt gentler. While the feline's was sharp and demanding, this was warm, slightly musky but inviting. The taste was bland, but he didn't complain.

As her hands pressed against his head, he went to town on his muse's sex. His tongue slid between the soaked lips, and she moaned as he tongue fucked her. Her inner walls were hot, squeezing down on him. With every thrust, she moaned, her hips squirming as she tried to get more of his tongue inside of her.

"Mmmph...now this is a treat...keep going, dear."

She rocked back and forth as he ate her out, her juices getting a bit stronger. Not so bland anymore, but with a bit of salt and a little sweetness to it, he thought. Slurping it out of her as she moaned, he felt his imagination waking up again. The words were coming to him. He itched to return to his computer, but her hands held him in place. Growling in pleasure, she humped against his face, grinding her clit against his lips and snout. She panted and moaned as she used his face as a sex toy, grinding along his scales as she groaned in pleasure.

In short order she came. Her juices splashed along his nose and cheeks. Like usual, the liquid carried ideas and inspiration with it, and the dragon smiled as his motivation returned.

"Okay, now I know where that story is supposed to go."

"Mm, are you sure? I still have more."

"Well -"

"And you know I can 'feed' you ideas without you eating them out of me."

She grinned at his blush, changing again. The blue vixen poofed, becoming a tall, well-endowed stallion. He moved forward, pushing the dragon against his desk before flipping him around.

"You can write while we fuck, right?"

"Oooooh fuck."

"Like I said, that's the general idea."

Desperate to get his ideas down, the dragon grabbed his keyboard, typing away even as the flared horse cock rubbed under his tail. He could already feel it drooling pre down his ass, other ideas that had nothing to do with writing coming to him as the muse pushed harder.

"Type away, dear. I have all the ideas you - mmph - need!"

As he rammed inside, Draconicon barely managed to keep his balance. His typing continued, the words coming clear. The muse was going to distract him again, he knew it, but at least he'd have the inspiration he needed to finish this story.

"One fuck...then you're back in the...pen."

"Mmmm, whatever you say, honey. Whatever you say."

The End