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Subject: {ASSM} Getting to know the band mascot (f/best vore snuff)
Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 05:10:08 -0500
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 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

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