Vindicator Myrna Calmire trudged through the strange, fantastical forest. The great elven warrior-priest was groaning in disgust as bizarre, insect-like creatures flitted about her visage. Her squire, Enoch, was audibly panting with exhaustion as he bore their camping supplies through the foreboding land. This was the Forest of Lights, a cursed realm, marred by a rift between dimensions that allowed dangerous concentrations of other-worldly magical energies to seep into the surrounding nature. The flora and fauna here rapidly adapted, changing inexplicably as they became bathed in mutagenic, ethereal taint.
Myrna struggled to bear her enchanted suit of armor through the rugged terrain. The tall battle-matron's back was sore from having to avoid low-hanging vines that actively coiled about like serpents. But she needed to be prepared at all times, as she was hot on the trail of the wretched Necromancer, Pete. Her hated quarry was rumored to be using the powers in this place for nefarious purpose, and the sworn paladin would do anything to bring his filthy works to an end.
The seasoned Vindicator remained doubly vigilant, as even the beasts of this corrupted realm could present a threat to her human support squire, or even herself. Myrna had been forced to fend off numerous abominations throughout their voyage. The militant shield-maiden felt righteous as she felled the twisted, multi-limbed monstrosities that seemingly infested each nearby copse and bush. She was a skillful and powerful warrior with the mace. But even more importantly, the elf paladin possessed innate magical abilities, honed through religious zeal and decades of hermetic training. She focused on preserving herself for the upcoming confrontation with the death sorcerer, worrying he may be unnaturally empowered by the hellish emanations of the Forest.
The senior elf woman extended her gauntlet-clad hand to bar Enoch's progress, as she expertly pointed out a sight above them on a branch. A dog-sized reptile was curled up on a massive tree's lower bough, its scales glittering with prismatic colors under the sunlight. It had a wide, stubby muzzle, and big, slit-pupil eyes that shot open upon their approach. Two lacy, gossamer wings unfurled from the little drake's back and began vibrating, as it swooped down to a lower bough before regarding them curiously. The creature's voice was chirpy, feminine, and easily audible even from up high, "Hiya, I'm Swick. What's your name? This is my patch of land. What're you two doin' here?" the little reptile lazily draped herself over a tree branch, before adding, "I can tell you two aren't from around here."
Myrna's lined, angular face broke out into a fierce expression as she yelled up, "I am a Vindicator of the ancient order of Holy Excrutiators. I am on divinely sanctioned mission of retribution. Do not dare bar my progress, fairy dragon, or thou shall suffer the wraith of the heavens themselves!" As she spoke, the seasoned fighter's calloused hand wandered to her worn, battered mace handle.
The little dragon's big eyes blinked sideways several times, swiveling between the paladin and her silent squire, before Swick squawked out, "I don't know about any of that stuff, but I can tell you're very rude! If you won't be friendly, I won't let you through my land! You can just go around the long way!" In response, a faint, glimmering line of magical light began shining around the ostensible borders of Swick's territory.
"Grr, I don't have time for this mockery! This is not a social call, magical beast, and you shall not impede the work of a sanctioned paladin!" Myrna brazenly strode over the border lights, easily dragging the worried Enoch along with her.
In response, Swick reared up in a pose both reminiscent of an angered cat and rearing cobra, her multi-hued head frills extended in agitation. "Get on out of here! Not welcome, you're NOT welcome here! Come on, just skedaddle, or you'll regret it~!" the fairy dragon's voice betrayed that Swick was piping mad at this point. She was bouncing up and down on her branch perch, hissing in a sing-song tone. Incensed, Myrna extended a glowing right hand, and a radiant bolt of energy shot out from her fingertips. The spell landed square on target, and the little fairy dragon fell down to the forest floor out of sight.
The pair kept marching forward, until Enoch finally spoke up, "W-was that really necessary? I don't think that--"
But Myrna immediately cut him off, saying, "That was a fairy dragon, they're mischievous tricksters and indulging their mercurial whims would do us no good. This forest has nothing good to offer us, we have to--Yeaargh!" The tall elf woman batted at her face in disgust, while a slimy, pink tongue suddenly retracted from her cheek, leaving a trail of viscous slobber dripping on Myrna's high cheekbone. The little fairy dragon was visible crouched nearby, until she wasn't. Swick suddenly turned invisible, moments before another bolt of energy struck where the drake had been standing. "Disgusting little wretch! I can't believe...Yuck!" the indignant paladin used the hem of Enoch's tunic to wipe off the slime from her cheek with one hand, while clutching her mace in the other.
Enoch cowered behind Myrna obsequiously, as the big elf woman struck a mighty, defensive pose. The young squire was worried by the escalating situation. Enoch could feel the trembling exhaustion in his Doyenne as he gripped her wide hips. "Come out and face me, you scoundrel! What... What cowardice is this!?" Myrna's proud voice sounded slightly slurred, and Enoch gasped when she staggered awkwardly on her feet, collapsing to an armored knee.
Enoch was protectively clutching over the fallen paladin. A profound panic was settling in his hammering heart. Myrna seemed to grow increasingly distraught and disabled by the minute, and he wasn't even sure why. The young squire shrieked when the little fairy dragon materialized again nearby, crouched low on all fours as if ready to pounce. Enoch waved Myrna's mace about threateningly, his arm swaying unsteadily from the weapon's weight. The infirm paladin groaned out wearily from below, still hunched over in enervation. Swick let out a a merry, hissing laugh, before proudly proclaiming, "Not so tall 'n mighty now, are ya, huh? Y'know, that bolt could've really hurt me, if I wasn't immune to magic. Rude!"
The little drake stood up casually, arching her ridged, scaly back in a languorous stretch before calmly padding up to where Enoch stood guard over the debilitated elf paladin. "D-don't come any closer! We'll leave here as quickly as we can. I vow we are on a noble pursuit We-- I'm Enoch, and this is Myrna, please, we're trying to help your forest by defeating a foul necromancer!" Enoch hastily explained, causing the little dragoness to crouch back up as her reptilian muzzle perked up in interest to his story.
The scaly dwarf drake looked around at Enoch and his surroundings lazily, as if considering the situation. Finally, Swick replied, "Well... that's all nice 'n good, but it would've been more helpful to hear before the whole... stomping into my den and trying to murder me thing, y'know?" The glittering, rainbow-scaled creature put a clawed finger to her chin in contemplation, before adding, "But you seem nice enough. Tell you what, you're the squire for this rude 'Myrna' lady, rrrriiiighhhhtt~?"
Enoch nodded affirmatively, though he still struggled to hold the big mace up in a warding gesture towards the small reptile. He flinched as Myrna let out a strained bellow, her eyes rolling around wildly in their sockets. He didn't much like the tone in Swick's voice, or the leering way her big, orange eyes kept glancing at the prostrate paladin behind him. "Okay, I'm ready to forgive and forget, as long as you're both willing to help me out with a rather... big ask. Let's start with the beginning, if you're her squire, could you get all those nasty clothes and metal plates off that big elf girl? Thaaanks!" Swick stood up and began sauntering towards Enoch as she chittered, cocking her head quizzically as she made her unseemly request.
"I won't-- What? What're you... What have you done to Myrna? She's fortified against even the strongest of death magic..." Enoch babbled out, increasingly overwhelmed by the situation as his steadfast mistress still seemed utterly incapacitated.
Swick gave a playful, rolling shudder across her serpentine frame at Enoch's question, before proudly replying, "Oh, well, I didn't use magic, silly! My saliva is a potent hallucinogen; it's how I disable my prey! That rude lady is experiencing... well, I'm really not quite sure what she's experiencing, as I can't exactly get off to my own stuff, can I? But suffice it to say, she's down for the count for a few hours... now get her undressed."
Enoch visibly paled as the small drake began licking her lips after making the obscene bequest, the corners of Swick's wide mouth oozing with strands of syrupy drool. "P-Prey? You cant... you can't be serious, you don't intend to...? She's twice your size at least!" Enoch exclaimed, both flabbergasted and horrified as the little monster's intentions became clear.
"Oh, you let me worry about the 'logistics' of all that. Heck, we can make it like a gamble! I get to keep what I can stuff down! Now, get my treat unwrapped, or I'll consider going for scrawny desserts!" the voracious little dragoness squeaked, smacking her scaled lips for emphasis. Enoch visibly began trembling as Swick's cute little face broke into a withering, predatory glare in his direction. He'd always considered himself a stalwart supporter to the brave and venerable Vindicator, but after seeing how effortlessly Myrna had been disposed of by the horrifying Forest of Lights creature, he knew he was helpless before Swick's predatory intents. His heart quailed, and his muscles failed him. He dropped the mace and collapsed to his knees, sobbing ruefully at the pair's utter defeat at the hands of this measly fairy dragon.
The despondent page was so lost to his misery, he didn't even notice the small dragoness approaching his side. He flinched back in mortal terror as she tugged at his brown tunic with her little clawed paw. "Hey, come on, don't cry, you're making me all flustered now too. I'm not going to eat you, fella, promise. Even if I tried, I probably couldn't fit you in with that big elf over there... I mean, maybe if..." Enoch stared at Swick in confused fear as she broke off in contemplation mid-sentence, before she quickly resumed speaking, "No, never mind, anyway, what were we talking about? Oh right, get her undressed! Rawr!" Enoch scurried away in a panic at the dragoness' playful roar and swiping paw gesture.
He was about to make a break for it, before Swick seemingly intuited his intent. She opened her little jaws wide, exposing her slimy, pink, coiled tongue, reminding him of how easily the flying reptile could hunt him down. Praying that time was the solution to this grim scenario, Enoch's last reserve of resolve broke, and he collapsed to Myrna's side. The young aide started by shaking the big elf woman, who was mumbling out incoherently, her eyes bleary and seemingly unfocused. When it became clear that the once mighty Vindicator was in no shape to rescue either of them, Enoch tentatively began the oft-repeated process of removing Myrna's intricate suit of armor.
Swick scampered around the pair of intruders like an excited little pet or child, while Enoch focused on unlatching and unfastening Myrna's prized plate regalia. He tried to ignore the yipping, happy little squeaks the dragoness was making, knowing full well what the horrid beast was intending upon the completion of his traitorous task. Myrna became more animated as he pried loose her set of enchanted defenses, the big, muscular elf woman writhing about on the forest floor erratically. When Myrna was down to her robe and sweaty underclothes, Enoch stared up at Swick plaintively. The little dragoness raised the scaly ridge of her left eye and cocked her head, shooting him a pointed smirk. The squire whimpered deferentially to the uncompromising fairy dragon, and struggled to heave-off Myrna's final vestments as the elf squirmed about, lost in her stupor.
Enoch began crying again as he struggled to get off the paladin's thick panties, every other part of the full-bodied elf woman exposed to the damp forest air surrounding them. Swick interceded at this point, playfully shooing Enoch away with a nuzzle of her scaly snout, as she finished the demeaning process of disrobing her intended meal. Enoch reluctantly crawled away from the elf woman's side, his eyes gushing tears. Seeing Myrna reduced to her stupefied, humiliated state broke his heart, knowing of all the proud elven noble had accomplished over her centuries-long lifespan. Enoch turned his head away as the once-distinguished elven matron's final garment was pulled down her shapely legs by Swick's insistent muzzle. The naked Myrna seemed to start struggling and crying out more desperately as the small dragoness set upon her intently.
Swick started by circling around the big elf woman quickly, before diving under her intended prey. The little fairy dragon had to use her whole body to roll Myrna onto her stomach. The huge elf woman was helpless, as the hallucinogenic saliva from Swick's tongue had brought the unprepared paladin to a completely incoherent state. The feisty dragoness tussled with the relatively larger elf woman, Swick's gossamer wings vibrating with predatory excitement. The colorful reptile positioned herself behind the big elf woman and wrapped her tiny muzzle around Myrna's kicking ankles, as she chittered lustfully in delight, pleased with herself. Her paws slowly fumbled on the pale thighs of her helpless, disoriented prey.
"Oof! You little monster!" Myrna screamed out in desperate anger as she suddenly snapped back to some awareness, hearing the obscene smacking sounds of her opponent's lips as they sealed around the base of her legs. Myrna's roaring outrage was followed by a kick aimed squarely backward, but Swick had been ready for that maneuver, having repositioned the big elf woman in preparation to devour her entirely. The small fairy dragon gave a croaking laugh as Myrna's legs slapped harmlessly against the back of her diminutive throat.
"Rude elf lady! Don't you know? You're not fighting me, you're just making it easier for me to eat you... which I fully intend to do!" the joyous reptile declared loudly, pausing in her meal to turn and give an unsettling wink in Enoch's direction. The paladin's human squire remained silent as his former companion was methodically slathered with euphoric dragon spit by this horrid little beast. Myrna tried desperately to defend herself from the fairy dragon, but her flailing movements were nowhere near coordinated enough to serve any purpose, and became increasingly ineffective after the first few fruitless swipes at Swick's scaly neck. The adorable little dragoness started at Myrna's calves, rubbing her jaw across the woman's smooth skin. In the middle of drenching Myrna's legs with her magical drool, Swick would occasionally pause to