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i'm really fussy about vore. it used to be a huge source of anxiety for me and i'm slowly coming around to it. if i initiate or engage with something, you can assume i'm cool with it. i don't want people to send me vore asks, draw my characters in vore scenarios, or make things i post that aren't vore-related into vore scenarios. this is a blocking offense.

The man who approached the vast throne room now was not one of these brave heroes come to save the damsel in distress. He was here to make his fortune by another means: outright robbery.

The royal fortune and crown jewels were still within the castle’s walls. If he could slip in and out without being noticed, he could comfortably live out the rest of his days on whatever he could slip in the sack that hung from his belt. The dragon wouldn’t even miss a handful of coins and gems, after all, to the towering beast they were insignificant trinkets. As long as he avoided detection, he was in the clear.

He took a moment to steel his nerves before poking his head around the huge doorway into the throne room. A high domed ceiling stretched up into the gloom. None of the ornate chandeliers or wall sconces were lit. The only light in the room came from the moon’s beams filtering through high windows. The thief could not help but notice the absolute lack of gold for said light to glitter off of. Weren’t dragons supposed to pile up the stuff and sleep on top of it? Where was all the loot?

The thief slid along the wall, eyes darting in every direction. No treasure. No dragon. No princess. Just a huge empty room with thrones at the back. Fine. He would make his way to the side passages and see where he could go from there. Maybe it was all kept in another room.

As he neared another tall doorway, he felt a distant rumble and grew still. The rumble was followed by another, and another, growing stronger and closer. His eyes widened as he realized what they meant, and he looked around in a frenzy for somewhere to hide. A pillar off to the side would have to do - he dashed for it and threw his back against the far side just as the dragon came lumbering through the doorway he’d been approaching.

She thudded by him without a glance at his hiding spot, and he spun around the pillar to keep it between the two of them as she passed. Her stride didn’t falter - she hadn’t spotted him. He glanced around the side of the pillar and saw she was carrying something in a clawed hand, which she set on a high balcony before slumping down with a floor-shaking THUMP in the middle of the room. She stretched out, yawning hugely, then curled up, and in moments she was snoring.

The thief watched cautiously for any sign that the beast was faking. When she did not move except for the rise and fall of her breath for some time, he finally slunk out from his hiding spot again and craned his neck up to try and see what had been placed up high. It must have been something important. Maybe some portion of the treasure? He should climb up and take a look. Quietly, he popped his knuckles one by one, limbering up for the climb ahead.

The uneven, cracked walls made for good purchase as he skittered up the rock as quick as a lizard. Ornate decorations provided little ledges that allowed him moments to catch his breath along the vertical ascent. Finally he scrambled over top of the balcony - and froze.

It was the princess, bound and gagged, unable to move or speak. Her eyes screamed at him to help her. The thief chewed his lip. He wasn’t here for her. But if he did manage to save her, would there be a ransom from the royal family in exchange? Did they still have some line of credit or favor they could call in to pay him? What about her hand in marriage, if nothing else, did that get him any kind of security?

Lost in thought, he failed to notice her gaze had drifted from him to the space just behind him. A looming dark shape rose up silent as a shadow, far too quietly for a being of her considerable size…

CLICK

Sudden light flooded the room, and the dragon and the thief threw their arms over their eyes and cried out complaints.

“Rowen! We were in the middle of something!”

“The sock, dude, the sock was on the handle!”

“Sorry, sorry, it fell off! Aw, were you guys playing dragon again?”

Cherie huffed and crossed her arms. “It was foreplay which you know very well having participated in your fair share, thank you very much. And now we have to give you a character… what about a jealous ogre who’s come to challenge the dragon for her territory…? Ooh, and you want the princess too but you’ll have to settle for this charming little rogue!”

Cherie swept Obie up in a hand and squeezed his face between her fingers, holding him out towards Rowen. He spluttered protests from his mushed mouth and she relented.

“C’monnn, we’ve been at this forever. We can’t just fuck already?” Obie whined.

Cherie sighed dramatically. “Fiiiiiine. We’ll skip to the scene where the dragon has her way with the captive princess. Get the dress off the doll, Rowen will you help me tie the knots? You’re better with the tiny ones.”