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A Pinch of Paprika

by Doldrum of Despair

Chapter 3: Sassafras

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The warm summer air of the south Equestrian carried a symphony of good tidings from the upcoming desert wind. It was a good day for flying, and would be all the way to her destination. No rain in the desert, but Rainstream didn’t care. Her mind was buzzing with excitement about her new visit down south.

I would be delighted if you paid us a visit, darling. I love self transformation, and would love to learn something new from that book of yours. Perhaps I could try it out on you too~
Besides, I relish the opportunity to smack that sweet flank of yours again~ You simply must come visit. Stop by the Salon when you arrive and let them know I’m expecting you, we can discuss the nature of our session then. I’ll have a room ready. Be ready for some fun yourself, darling.

And boy, was she ready. Rainstream’s legs quivered at the very thought of what Miss Cayenne might come up with. She put on as much speed as she could, willing the landscape to move by faster and faster. There was no thought to her flight, beyond a growing need to be in the hooves of the one unicorn in the world she could actually trust. Rainstream reached the desert, and had to fly higher to take advantage of the cool upper air. She could see the Lunar Peninsula to her right, and just at the horizon, her goal: A little town nestled between a cluster of mountains near the sea: The Bastion.

Rainstream was practically vibrating as she touched down outside what could only be Cayenne’s Salon, as it was the only hair salon in town. She’d been whisked inside so quickly—and it had been night and she’d been drunk—last time that she’d never really noticed that the building itself seemed to have hair. A black, flowing roof, with bright red trim, and a pink front. An outlined profile silhouette of Miss Cayenne adorned the main overhang, and the doors had been painted with pastel yellows and purples that complemented each other surprisingly well. There was no worded sign announcing the name of the business, but in a small town like this, it probably wasn’t necessary.

A bit of steam rolled out through a window. Rainstream could feel humidity coming from the inside, and her fur was drying out quickly in the desert heat. She hurried in, pushing gingerly on the classic double doors. Before she could get a good look at the inside, a floof of bright yellow mane suspiciously close to the color on the door assaulted her vision.

“Hello and welcome to Salon Spice!” Rainstream was pulled from behind by an unseen force, and found herself seated in a somewhat comfortable chair before she could blink. “It is so great to work on you today. My name is Glitter Bloom. What can I do to you today?”

Rainstream found herself in a barbershop chair, facing a mirror, with a light cerulean unicorn mare standing directly behind her, already rubbing a bright pink bubbly substance into Rainstream’s mane. Rainstream tried to get up but something had fastened her flank in place. The unicorn’s mane was the bright yellow floof that had assaulted her moments ago. Rainstream shrank into her chair.

“Aw, so shy. We’re going to have lots of fun with you.” Rainstream nearly jumped out of her skin as a second unicorn mare approached from across the room. This one was lavender with a light crimson mane .There was a mischievous glint in the grin the mare now wore that made Rainstream’s fur stand on end. Needles began pressing on her heart.

“Mistress Cayenne is busy right now, but our spa is fully available, and we can give you a lovely new manestyle too, while we’re at it. Just let us know what you’d like, deary.”

Rainstream’s throat knotted up, and a small whimper escaped.

“My word you’re easy to scare,” the blue one chimed in. “Mistress Cayenne will totally have fun with you. How about a mane cleaning? You look exhausted. Your coat is like, glistening. Happy to see us already?”

Rainstream brought her hooves up to her face. The room was spinning.

“Oh, come on, I haven’t even started.” The chair Rainstream was sitting in spun around and leaned very far back, giving Rainstream a lovely view of the ceiling. Soft plush pink.

A wail rose in Rainstream’s coat, and she fought against the magical restraint. This was not turning out well at all.

Hot water splashed into Rainstream’s mane, making her flinch a bit, but then she heard the sound it made. A soft patter, like the rain. The water was very warm, but the sensation was familiar, and if Rainstream closed her eyes and focused, it was almost like standing in the rain. She let out a long sight, and the needles in her heart withdrew, taking with them the tension in her back. Rainstream let out a satisfied groan.

“Ah, there we go. Finally. They always relax after you add the hot water. Now, what should we do about that face? Ooh, I know. Gloomy, grab that bottle over there. Yeah, that one. Bring it here.”

Rainstream felt a thick paste being applied to her lips, and over her eyelids. Soft hooves pressed into her shoulders and rubbed gently, rubbing tense knots out of them.

“Oh, wow. Look at that. I am so jealous of that color.”

Hooves moved down to her chest. Rainstream let out a short moan as they pressed down on her sore pectorals.

“Oh yeah, that’s more like what I like to hear. Give me more of that.” The hooves on her chest moved even lower, now massaging her teats. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was such a shock and made Rainstream’s wings feel stiff. She started to squirm in the chair. Then the hooves began moving lower.

“Yeah, there we go. Now let’s see—

“Ah, Rainstream, darling. There you are.” Miss Cayenne’s voice cut through the mayhem like a lightning bolt in a storm, leaving just the sound of water in her mane. “I only sent that letter a few days ago, It should have arrived just yesterday. You didn’t fly through the night did you?” Rainstream’s eyes snapped open and locked onto Miss Cayenne Cookie, strolling across the room with all the grace and poise of a practiced seductress. Rainstream had expected no less.

“She’s certainly wet enough to have come that fast,” one of the unicorns over her snickered.

“Gloomy, dear, why didn’t you tell me when she arrived? I did tell you I was expecting a special guest in a few days.” A dejected moan was the response.

“And Glitter, dearie, no products in this one’s mane please—or her fur for that matter—unless it’s Cayenne Flower Essence of course. Oh and ease up a bit, won’t you? She’s still not completely comfortable around unicorns.” The pressure against Rainstream’s lower regions subsided, but the growing heat did not.

“Hurry up and wash that out of her mane so we can start, Glitter dear.”

“But Mistress Cayenne, there’s nothing in her mane. This is like, her natural color.”

Cayenne blinked. Rainstream blinked.

“But, if that’s true, then… Rainstream, darling, you never told me you dyed your mane.”

Rainstream smiled innocently,

“Interesting. Well, come along then. Let’s begin. Glitter, Gloom, you two as well.”

“But Mistress—”

“And I don’t believe I asked for whining just yet. You will keep quiet until I say otherwise.”

Glitter opened her mouth to respond, then shut it, and nodded silently. Miss Cayenne’s stern look quickly changed to one of smug superiority, as if to say ‘that’s right, you’re mine.’

“Splendid, well, thank goodness I always have a soundproof room on standby. Right this way, Rain, darling.” The magic holding Rainstream to the chair released, and she lept forward onto her hooves, sliding quickly over next to Miss Cayenne and away from the other two.

“Oh, don’t worry dear, they’ll be on their best behavior tonight, I can guarantee it. Now, let’s discuss our next few hours of fun.” They stepped through the open door, turned left, and headed down a narrow set of stairs. “I recall you mentioned wanting to extend your session?”

Rainstream nodded.

“Splendid. Premium service then, I believe. Will you be exchanging coin, or shall we fit you another maid’s dress now?”

Rainstream blanched, and almost stopped walking.

“Oh, not to worry, dear. It will fit you just fine. We’ll discuss that later. As for extending, I suppose I could wear a plug, but I worry about the modifications to the spell we’ll need. Perhaps that book of yours can help. You did bring it, darling?”

Rainstream nodded, and tapped her saddlebag with a wing.

“Wonderful. I can’t wait to try out a few new things. Ah, here we are.”

The doors in front of them opened to reveal a room similar to the one Cayenne had brought Rainstream to last time. The walls were thick, and covered in decorative red soft foam. Gloom and Glitter filed in after them, and the door clicked shut.

“Excellent. Let’s begin. Let me see that saddlebag of yours, dear.”

Rainstream slid out from under her saddlebag and opened it. Inside was the book she’d promised, as well as some powdered spice. She hoped Miss Cayenne would appreciate it.

“Is that sassafrass I smell?” Miss Cayenne followed her nose to the saddlebag. “Oh and you brought the paprika as well. Looking to be a particularly scrumptious morsel this time, hmm?”

Rainstream blushed. Gloom looked bewildered, but Glitter looked if anything, intrigued.

“Well, we’ll just have to see. Ah, here is the delightful book. Dust Mites to Dragons, and everything in between.” Miss Cayenne lifted the book out with her magic and began flipping through the pages. “Oh my, such detail, wherever did you find this, darling?” she said without looking away from the book. Rainstream just blushed harder.

“Oh, just a little filly I know who loves reading about magical theory.”

“My dear, this isn’t just theory. This is methods and considerations for… anything! If a mountain had flesh and bones—and I could find a way to bolster the spell—I could probably become one with this book’s instruction.”

She looked up and stared wantonly at Rainstream. “I’ll make you a deal. Leave this here with me and you’ll get VIP treatment anytime you come here, for life. No charge.”

Rainstream blanched. Her lip trembled for a minute while she pondered the offer. It was an impossible choice and not even hers to make. She let out a whine, then a sigh. “I really want to but… I— I can’t… It’s not mine to give away.” she let her head hang low

“Then we’ll just have to try some out tonight. I believe you wanted to stay as long as possible. Splendid. So without further chatter, let’s begin. No magical restraints, of course, but…”

She gave a nod, and suddenly two ropes fastened themselves around Rainstream’s rear fetlocks. With a gasp, she was hauled off of her feet and found herself hanging upside down. But not only that, the ropes began to pull apart, putting her marehood on full display for anyone in the room, three lustful looking unicorns. Rainstream gulped.

“I did say I was going to have a bit of fun, didn’t I? Hmm, let’s put this spice you brought to good use.” Pink aura enveloped the two cans of spice, and they floated over to Rainstream, specifically between her spread legs.

“It’s Equestrian Cuisine tonight, girls. Be sure to baste it well.” Miss Cayenne now upended the containers, and shook them to throw paprika and Sassafras all over Rainstream’s pussy.

It burned. Not like how the sun burned your skin, or how a fire caused blisters, but more like an intense and uncomfortable heat. It made her want to rub her legs together, but they were bound and spread apart. Rainstream reached a hoof up to rub herself but it was swatted away.

“That won’t be necessary, Rainy,” one of the assistants… Glitter, said. “We’ll take good care of you.”

She smirked and pressed her hooves firmly onto Rainstream’s pussy and rubbed in a circle. Rainstream gasped and smacked her head on the ground. Her rear legs pulled tight against the ropes, but made no progress toward each other. Glitter’s hoof did nothing to cool the burning in Rainstream’s nethers, but it sent an incredible tingle throughout her body.

“You like that, huh? How about we get those extra hooves out of the way then.” With a nod from Glitter, Gloom tied ropes around Rainstream’s front hooves as well. She was strung out like a… Rainstream couldn’t think of something resembling this situation; her rear hooves were in the air, her head was on the ground, and she was belly up, fully exposed with another mare kneading her burning loins like a roll of bread dough.

Miss Cayenne walked up, levitating her book, and dangling a crop in the air next to it.

“Now, dear, I did want to have a bit of fun, but before we really begin we need to discuss payment.”

As she got to Rainstream, she turned around so that Rainstream had a full view of her own slit, beneath her tail. In an instant, Miss Cayenne’s tail raised and her weight fell onto Rainstream’s face, pussy pressed against her mouth. She smelled strongly of peppers, and gave off a heat worse than the one between Rainstream’s legs.

“Allowing me to examine the book covers most of it but this is a very unique service, and if you want to breathe, dear, you’re going to have to start licking soon.”

Rainstream’s snout was buried in Miss Cayenne’s pussy, cutting off her air supply. She stuck her tongue out and tasted Miss Cayenne. She was sweet and spicy. The flavor was hot on Rainstream’s tongue, but she needed to breathe, so she continued lapping it up, hoping that Miss Cayenne would get up soon.

“Ah, there we go. As I was saying. Not even VIP clients usually get to be this close to me—you’ve certainly been farther inside me than any stallion I’ve been with—so I’ll be needing a bit of extra compensation. In this case, a favor. Breathe, dear.”

Miss Cayenne, stood up, and Rainstream, gulped down precious air. The kneading of her pussy had continued, and she could feel the results dripping down onto her teats and burning the skin there. Just as Rainstream got enough oxygen to wonder what Miss Cayenne’s favor was, she sat down again. Rainstream began licking immediately.

“Good girl. Now, Tangy is throwing a party on Greylight’s airship tomorrow and I would love to invite you but it’s rather short notice. I didn’t expect you to arrive before the party, you see. But I think if you were to offer your services as an assistant, I could talk Greylight into letting you on. You 'll look so adorable in one of the new Waitress outfits Greylight designed. How about it, dear?”

Miss Cayenne stood up again, and Rainstream coughed loudly. This time there was a long pause, and Rainstream was able to catch her breath. Almost. It was still hard to breath with a pony assaulting her pussy with their hooves. She looked up for a moment and noticed Glitter was actually inserted up to the fetlock into her pussy!

“I need your answer, dearie.”

Rainstream struggled to summon words.

“Answer quickly and I’ll bring you in, inside~” Cayenne rubbed her tummy as she said that last word. Rainstream thought about spending an entire day nestled inside Miss Cayenne’s stomach. She half closed her eyes, but then Miss Cayenne sat on her again.

“Too slow, dear. Let’s say 50 bits compensation for the service as a courtesy, including activities leading up to your predation. I believe that’s what you wanted last time, yes? And we’ll have you split a shift with someone already on the staff, so you can at least enjoy some of the party afterward. Deal?”

Miss Cayenne, stood up again.

“I may be enjoying that just a bit too much, but you’re so adorable gasping for air. Just a moment longer and we’ll begin. I need your answer, dearie.”

Glitter and Gloom begain flicking and massaging Rainstream’s teats now, and Glitter pulled her hoof away from Rain’s pussy. Rainstream whined at the loss of stimulation, but her thoughts were interrupted by a stinging slap against her left flank.

“Will my proposal be sufficient, darling?” Miss Cayenne’s voice came from behind her.

Rainstream whimpered and nodded, but received another whip across the opposite flank.

“I need to hear you say it, dear.”

Rainstream gasped for breath.

“Y-y-y-y—”

Another smack, right on the pussy.

“YES, MISS CAYENNE!” Rainstream shrieked.

She lay back, sweat pouring from her face, and her fur soaked and matted in a mix of sweat, herbs, and her own juices. Glitter and Gloom had stopped massaging her. Her pussy twitched and winked, as she slowly caught her breath.

Rainstream inhaled sharply as she felt the crop rest gently on her quivering pussy lips.

“Yes, what, dear?” Cayenne’s voice sounded dangerous, and Rainstream shivered as she tried to think of what it was Cayenne wanted to hear.

“Y-yes… M-m-mmistress.”

The crop rubbed her lips gently, tapped once, then lifted.

“Ah, such a good girl. I think we’re finally ready to start. Now tell me, you wanted to be preyed upon, but what was it you wanted me to be last time, that I didn’t yet know the spell for?”

The ropes tying her legs up vanished, and Rainstream looked up at Mistress Cayenne. She had a frightening smile, and a hungry look in her eye. Rainstream gulped, and her pussy winked.

“A-a-a-a snake?”

Mistress Cayenne chuckled. “Sorry dear, I still loathe what that does to the organs, but there is one here I’ve been meaning to try for awhile. Why don’t you girls get busy while I study this?”

Mistress Cayenne’s horn lit up, and the room seemed to grow larger. She turned around, and Rainstream found herself once again the size of a manebrush.

“Enjoy your dinner girls, but don’t swallow her yet. I’ll be back in just a bit.”

Rainstream found herself once again at the mercy of unicorns. But these two didn’t look nearly as careful as Mistress Cayenne.

“Ooh she’s cute,” Gloom said.

“Hey, hold still, Gloom. I’ve always wanted to try this.” Glitter got a very evil look in her eye, and her horn lit up.

Rainstream yelped as she was lifted into the air by unicorn magic. No no nononononono NO! Blasted unicorns!

“Hey, Gloomy. Ever had an entire pony stuffed up your snuff?”

“Huh, Wh—”

NO!

Rainstream watched as an enormous set of lavender lips sped toward her. Except this time she was small enough to fit inside, which is exactly what happened. Before she could blink, Rainstream was fully engulfed in 360 degrees of Lavender Unicorn pussy.

A whining moan vibrated the walls around her..

“You like it, don’t you?”

Rainstream’s first instinct was to try to escape, but the problem was that she didn’t know which way was out. Testing the walls resulted in her new prison spasming wildly.

“Nnngg, she’s squirming around!”

“Oh, shut up, li’l bitch. You know you love it.”

Rainstream scrambled, trying to maintain some orientation, but there was just no way to tell which way was up.

“Stay still, Gloomy. You’re going to really love this.”

“Oka—AHH!”

Something prodded Rainstream roughly in the side. Something hard, and pointed. It proceeded to glow, and the walls around Rainstream vibrated violently. A low moan rang through them and slowly grew in volume and pitch. Rainstream felt the familiar tingle of unicorn magic as she was reoriented within the fleshy walls so that her rear lined up with the tip of what could only be Glitter Bloom’s horn.

Then the thrusting began.

Rainstream had always had reason to hate, despise, and distrust unicorns, and this was it. Pinned in place by magic, against which she was powerless to do anything, Rainstream was thrust forward and backward. Her own tiny pussy was pinned to the tip of the offending horn, forcing her to the brink of orgasm and holding her there, painfully and without release. Every bad memory from her fillyhood returned. The dinner parties, the shouting, the kind stallion who turned out to be not so nice.

A high pitched wail rose in her throat, growing into a scream.

“Yes, that’s what I love to hear. Cry for me.” Blitter Gloom’s voice called. And cry Rainstream did. This was not fun, and her head was beginning to feel funny. A deep pressure closed in on her skull, meanwhile her lungs had long since given out. Rainstream teetered on the edge of consciousness as she was dragged like a ragdoll through the fleshy confines of one of her unicorn captors.

“Uh, Bloom. She stopped squirming.”

“Oh, horseapples.”

~ ~

Rainstream could still feel herself slipping away, but then suddenly cold air blasted her. A warm, wet sensation ran up her entire body once, twice, again, and again.

Somepony was licking her. Repeatedly. She was outside Blitter Gloom’s vagina.

“I think you left her in a little too long.”

“Shut up. See? She’s waking up.”

Rainstream slowly opened her eyes. She was staring right into Glitter Bloom’s massive eyes. Eyes that looked hungry! Rainstream looked down. She was held in the air by magic. NO!

“You taste really good, you know that?” Glitter Bloom grinned wickedly, then opened her mouth wide, and floated Rainstream over to it. Rainstream stared into the back of her captor’s throat, crying out in protest, and yet she found herself reaching a hoof between her legs.

“Glitter, dear. I do believe I said no magical restraints.” A deep booming voice filled the room.

Rescue!

“And I hope you haven't licked all the flavor off her.”

The voice was accompanied by a whip-crack across Glitter Bloom’s horn. The unicorn flinched, shutting her eyes, as her magic fizzled and Rainstream dropped from the air.

She did not fall very far, before something soft, warm, and wet caught her. Rainstream didn’t have time to take in what was holding her up before it curled up and wrapped around her like a living rope. Rainstream’s limbs were now bound to her body as she was turned to gaze at a large pink dragon with a black mane falling from its head, and scarlet wings extending from its back. From its mouth snaked a long, thin tongue, which Rainstream was currently wrapped in.

The dragon smiled, and her horns lit up. Rainstream felt a familiar tingle surrounding her body, and she knew a spell was being cast on her.

“Wha-?” Glitter Bloom’s voice called out behind her. Rainstream looked back and saw the other unicorn shrinking, meanwhile the room seemed to grow smaller with her.

When she spell ended, Rainstream was normal size again, and the dragon tongue released her. Glitter Bloom, on the other hand, was the size of a hoof brush, and currently scrambling away from Blitter Gloom’s playful hoof.

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t want this, Bloom dear. You’ve always asked me to shrink you for similar nefarious purposes. I’m simply combining your punishment for breaking one rule I gave you with your reward for following the other. Oh, and don’t worry. The irony is not lost on me.”

The dragon grinned at Rainstream. “Hold still, dear.”

Rainstream yelped as something small was swiftly inserted into her own vagina. Immediately the sensations coming from inside her grew so wild it nearly threw Rainstream over the edge. Whatever was just inserted into her began wiggling and squirming inside. Rainstream twitched erratically as it found her G-spot, and she was unable to stifle the moan that forced its way out.

“NNngh!”

“Ah, there there, dearie, let me help.”

The dragon stepped closer and ran its tongue along the underside of her chin.

“Mmmm. You taste divine, dear. I could just eat it you up right now.” She flicked Rainstream across the nose with her dripping tongue.

Rainstream's knees wobbled a bit and her eyes fluttered as the tongue explored her like a piece of prey.

The tongue slithered down her barrel and tickled her belly fur as it crept closer to her dripping pussy—which was currently being assaulted from the inside by a small squirming… unicorn.

Rainstream clenched down hard on the pony in her pussy, emitting something halfway between a moan and a laugh. She was rewarded with even more squirming inside her. She winked several times, completely lost in the sensations coming from her vagina.

Then the tongue reached her clit. Rainstream gasped. She hadn't even noticed it massaging her treats until they began to grow cold in its absence. But now all she could feel was sweet, silky dragon tongue on her folds.

“Mmhm yes, paprika was definitely the right thing to spice you up.”

Rainstream opened her eyes, now realizing they had been closed, as she felt very hot breath on her face. She was nose to nose with Mistress Cayenne. She could count the scales if she wanted to, but Rainstream wasn't looking at the scales.

A deep throaty chuckle parted the lips in front of her, giving Rainstream the perfect view of Mistress Cayenne’s draconian throat.

“Hmm, not yet, dearie. I need to have my fun first. Let me hear you beg.”

The tongue moved against her dripping pussy lips, but istead of the thorough lapping she had expected—or even better, insertion of mistress Cayenne s tongue—all Rainstream felt was a light flicking across the tip of her clit.

Rainstream whined, loudly and kicked her legs against the floor. Or she would have if her hooves were near the ground. Somehow without realizing it, Rainstream had become fully supported on her mistress’s giant tongue, which continued its light flicking of her clit.

Rainstream's breathing became labored. Her legs rubbed together with an intense need. Glitter Bloom wasn't squirming enough. She had found the end of Rainstream's tunnel and was now kissing her button.

“Mistress… ah… please… “ Rainstream panted.

“Hmm? What is it, dear? “

Rainstream tried to scoot forward on her mistress’s tongue, worming her way closer to those moist walls. The base of the tongue curled up to block her view.

“You're going to need to be specific, dear. What is it you want?” Her voice sounded magically assisted now. Rainstream could hardly breathe.

“I… want… “

“Yes, dear? “ The flicks against her clit slowed to a crawl.

“Eat… me. “

There was a brief twitch that ran the length of the tongue Rainstream was resting on.

“Eat you? Are you sure there's nothing else you'd like? Something that might scratch that little itch in your rear, perhaps?” Just the very tip of the forked tongue came to rest on Rainstream's button, making her gasp.

“N-n-n-n-no m-m-mistress. I just w-w—”

“Gloom, dearie, could you give us a hoof please? Well, horn really.”

Rainstream felt something hard and pointed press up against her soaking lips. She gasped out loud. Breathing was nearly impossible.

“Something like this, perhaps?

“N-n-n-n-no. I—”

The pointed object pressed into her, spreading her lips open. Rainstream struggled to gulp down air fast enough to speak.

“I-i-i w—”

The horn pressed deeper, spreading her even wider. Rainstream clenched her eyes shut, focusing as hard as she could on just a few words.

“I... W-w-w-wa—”

Another inch pressed inside of her.

“—ant-t-t y—”

“Well, spit it out, dear. If you want it so badly just say it.”

The horn pressed even further, spreading Rainstream almost to her limit, and dragging a squeak out of her.

“M-m-m-Mistress p-p-p-p-please,” Rainstream gasped.

“Let up a bit, Gloomy. Let her speak.”

The horn pulled out just slightly, letting Rainstream relax around it. The tongue stopped flicking her.

“Now, tell me dear. What is it you want?

Rainstream gulped down a big breath of air.

“Please… eat me.”

The horn pulled out even further, scraping the tip across Rainstream's g-spot.

“Beg, dear.”

“P-please eat me, m-mistress. I want to d-drown in your stomach!”

The horn slammed home, drawing a loud squeak from Rainstream and pushing her forward on the tongue, which straightened out to give Rainstream a beautiful view of her destination as she slid toward it.

Just as her head entered the moist cavern, the jaws slammed shut, trapping Rainstream in place by her neck. Lips closed around her shoulders, shutting out the light.

The horn spreading her open backed almost all of the way out. It tugged against her a few times, like it was holding on somehow. Bitter Gloom's voice called out from outside the mouth.

“Um… mistress. I.. I seem to be stuck. I—Mistress what are you—”

There was a sudden drop in pressure as everything inside Mistress Cayenne‘s mouth shifted. Rainstream felt a deep sucking feeling just before the lips around her loosened and she slid considerably closer to the back of her mistress's throat, Blitter Gloom's horn stuck to her snatch the whole way.

The suction stopped just a bit too soon, and Rainstream was squeezed up against the roof of her mistress's mouth just shy of the uvula. Immediately the mouth was filled with Blitter Gloom's loud protests. But she was silenced as gravity shifted forward, light entered the gloriously moist cavern, and Rainstream could only watch blissfully as she was shoved forward into the awaiting tunnel beyond.

Her face pressed against the uvula, which slid up over her head as everything reached forward to grab her and pull her down, down into the depths of her draconic mistress.

Author's Notes:

Sorry about the cliffhanger. I realized there was too much content to fit into a single chapter so I found a good splitting point and cut it there. Rest assured we will get to enjoy the shenanigans I have just set up.

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