Mr. Snack
A rp with a friend
Fareed Vatsal Ananya earflats and snickers "Mr Little Snack to you"
Kaiser Gren chuckles the dragon taking a few, meaningful steps towards the other, "Mr? I thought Little was your first name, snack your middle, and Pudge your last? Mr. Pudge."
Fareed Vatsal Ananya grinned and shivered as he watched the larger drake step closer, instincts told him to back up, but he was attracted to such a greater being.. "Mm.. None of it will matter when its done.."
Kaiser Gren tail whips about in anticipation, looking over the other scaled creature. "No-no it won't. You'll be dead, Ill have had a good meal. Thats all that matters, doesn't it?"
Fareed Vatsal Ananya snickered and took a step forward, ignoring mental red flags as he strokes his hands carefully over the green drake "Mm.. Aslong as I get a long hot bath out of it.." he grinned..
Kaiser Gren tongue descended to slurp at the pleasant tasting scales of the other dragons head, his tongue coated in thick, vicious saliva as it slips smoothly and suppily across the reptile. "An acid bath? Im perfectly happy to provide such a thing/"
Fareed Vatsal Ananya grinned and quietly got out of his pesky clothes, his hands reaching up to stroke over your muzzle.. tail swaying side to side anxiously.. "Or smother me out with those soft enveloping insides.. Or both.. It wont matter to you.."
Kaiser Gren chuckled. Prey like this was always so interesting. The dragon looked over his now nude morsel. Himself, the dragons good at a rather impressive hight of 16 ft, green scales covering his muscular, feral body. His jaws parted before the smaller dragon, displaying razor sharp teeth and the maw of the beast. Saliva strands stretched from jaw to jaw as the small reptile got a personal view of pulsating pink flesh, glinting in the light, and an abysmal black fleshly throat, easily able to fit a creature of his size. "Impressed?" The dragon rumbled, rancid warm air cascading over Fareed, smelling of acid and death.
Fareed Vatsal Ananya shuddered and was entranced by the sight, staring down that gullet, his hands reaching forward, rubbing and stroking over that tongue.. nodding softly as he leaned in, taking a step towards the abyss.. "Oh.. of course.. My last wish is that you take your time when im sliding down.." he wanted to savor that tight undulating throat claiming him..
Kaiser Gren jaws snapped shut on the dragon! Without even ought time to scream the dragon threw back his head, ready to scoff down his meal! The gullet of the beast bellow flexed, ready for prey as the small reptile was suspended above it looking into its black depths, help allot by the jaws. Then he was falling. For one terrifying moment, and then snap! The dragons jaws shut on his tail tip. Slowly the dragon lowered him down to a less perilous angle, tongue pressing the now saliva covered lizard into his palette as a deep chuckle emanated from the dragons gut. "That might be a bit hard with someone so...small.
Fareed Vatsal Ananya whimpered and gasped when he was suddenly enveloped in darkness, gravity shifting as his world was now nothing but the inside of a hungry dragon.. being caught by his tail, he squirmed and wriggled about, the faint glow of his stripes and eyes let him peer down that seemingly endless tunnel to his final resting place.. but his heart was fluttering, such lewd dangerous fantasy come to life..
Kaiser Gren shrugged. The dragon was in his mouth, and he was hungry. The small dragon wouldn't be having fantasies for much longer. With a slurp, the tongue of the dragon curls about the small creature, placing him almost like a slide inline with the throat. Slowly the dragon begins to tilt his head back, the angle of the throat growing more and more steep. It would eventually reach a tipping point... and then, the dragon would meet his final end down the yawning, gaping throat.
Fareed Vatsal Ananya squirmed and thrashed due to instincts, he couldnt help it, when gravity betrayed him he cried out muffedly, barely audible before the faint bulge he made in your throat disappeared down into your chest, soon he would be where he belonged, in a dragons gut
Kaiser Gren throat was rather roomy, but still caressed and guided the dragon down. He moved visibly as a bulge down the underside of the dragons throat, disappearing into the body of the dragon. Moment later he began to slow as the slope leveled off, muscles pressing and squelching the dragon further and further into the much larger reptile. Finally, after the other thought the throat couldn't get any tighter, he was shoved into the stomach of the dragon. I wreaked of metallic smell of acids, and the stench of long digested meals. It was rather a tight fit, walls pressing and squeezing around the small dragon as digestive fluids and chyme covered the small male.
Fareed Vatsal Ananya huffed and groaned as he felt things get tighter and tighter, crushing around him as he couldnt even squirm or wiggle, before those walls squeezed and fed him down into that gut with a sloppy plop as he landed, enveloped in those pleasantly soft pillowy stomach walls, but offset by the already tingling and intoxicating smells.. already feeling light headed as he sprawled out and let that stomach knead over him.. pressing him into submission
Kaiser Gren stomach worked quickly. Small meals such as this dragon wouldn't take long to digest. The folds of the dragons stomach kneeded and pressed the small being into a small ball, acids covering his scales and biting into his flesh. They worked their way under the plates, blood oozing up as they began to loosen themselves in the small reptiles flesh. His eyes began to burn, no matter how hard he clenched his eyes shut,nostrils swinging and burning as the stomach of the dragon ate away at its prey. The dragon contemplated, this wasn't the pleasant part of the fantasy. The dragon plopped himself down, not entirely on the small dragon but so the weight of his stomach and torso rested on him. It wasn't enough to break bones, yet, but extremely uncountable and hard to breath. This wasn't the pleasant part of the fantasy...
Fareed Vatsal Ananya could only gasp for air and weakly push his hands out, but alas, that strong well experienced gut that had claimed soooo many before him, squeezed around without a care, pinning him into a tight ball that he was forced to curl into, smothered and kneaded as that thick hot sloppy acid coated and soaked into his hide, causing his scales to fall and slide off, pooling below before rapidly melting away.. each burning tingle and surge of pain through him made him whine and cry, but his pleas were drowned out by the increasingly noisy gurgles filling his ears
Kaiser Gren acids attacked the dragon's bare flesh, burning and melting it away. For some reason, oxygen didn't seem to be a matter of concern in the dragons gut, but their wasn't really time to figure out why. With increasing pressure, the walls pressed and slurped around the dragon,terrible pain all across his body as he was digested alive, in a pool of over expanding chyme. The pain was soon to much. It was hard to remain conscious. But even as the dragon was fading off, he heard a crack, followed by a lance of pain, and then another, and other. The muscles of his chest had worn away to the point they were no longer able to hold his bones against the iron clad stomach and weight of the dragon, his ribs had snapped. It took only a few more seconded for the dragon to pass out, his lungs had been punctured, the final straw. It took a few hours for the entirety of the limp dragons body to melt away into chyme. The larger predator cat napped, occasionally releasing a wet, belch as his stomach gurgled over its dead occupant. Finally the dragon felt his stomach empty, the entirely of the body of his prey gone, now just a small portion of fat on the dragon. Well, almost all of his meal. The dragon angled his head, feeling a powerful belch well up in his chest. Releasing it, the dragon sent flying from his open maw a set of comical small looking bones, skull, femur, vertebra, clattering into a pile near were he lay. The pile contained other skeletal remains, of otters, foxes, ferrets, all the creatures that had found his way onto his menu, and their personal, indigestible items, such as armor and such. The dragons bones lay atop these, a fresh addition to the dragons most macabre spoils, though soon to be forgotten about like the rest of his meals...
Fareed Vatsal Ananya gasped and clenched weakly at the overwhelming flesh around him before he was forced to succumb, it was too much for his mind to take, shock thankfully taking him someplace were such intense pain was no longer felt as he submitted his body and mind to the dragons gut, forever claimed only to be spit back up later as a trophy to add to the pile of evidence of the dragons conquests.. how many of those were willing? It didnt matter, they all ended up as mass on the drake anyway, energy to power him on, to claim more and make that pile even bigger‾.