#Dragon pred

[squirmifyoulike]

A dragon who carries their hoard inside their body to deliberately throw off thieves. Endless amounts of treasure has disappeared down their gullet, and now, their gut is constantly plump and round, sloshing and making soft gurgles.

Occasionally, thieves decide to try their luck. They tie a rope to a sturdy looking rock, and then, they climb down the supposedly sleeping dragon's throat. It's a weird experience; the tunnel is tight and fleshy, and it squeezes and undulates around them. Eventually, though, it tightens suddenly, and then, quickly, they're sent slipping into the dragon's guts.

Landing inside, initially, is startling. There's... nothing. But when they squirm around, they can hear the rattling and shifting of metal and gemstones beneath them. The hoard must be deeper, then.

Of course, trying to squirm their way down is WAY worse. It's not fun in a dragon's stomach; it's constantly churning and groaning, and it's hot, too. Eventually, the thief gives up, and they turn to climb out -

Only... Sitting behind them, they see a small pile of rope with a clean cut. Quickly, panic overtakes them, and they try to pry themselves out of the dragon's gut - but unfortunately, it's no use for them.

Unbeknownst to them, the dragon was awake the whole time. Now, they're grinning slightly as their impromptu meal begins to thrash and scream in the dragon's gut. They'll get to see the hoard alright... But it'll take a few long hours of digestion before the would-be thief drains into the dragon's lower guts.

[hemipenal-system]

You seem very eager to let us know how the inside of your draconic stomach looks and feels... But for those of us unlucky enough to be within biting range, could you describe it, perhaps?

sure! (this is gonna become a lore post lmao)

So You Got Eaten By A Dragon. Here's What To Expect:

Mouth:

dragons, being omnivores, have both cutting and crushing teeth. be careful to not get stuck between them! there's a lot of bite force there! most dragons you'll encounter are large enough to eat you comfortably, so as long as you don't thrash around and scream and make yourself hard to eat, the teeth won't be a problem.

the tongue, on the other hand. expect a lot of coiling and grabbing at you as the dragon manipulates you in its mouth, moving you into a position that'll be easiest to get down. you may be in the mouth for a while, depending on whether the dragon wants to savor you or just swallow you immediately. dragons, like cats, have tongues designed for grooming and pulling meat off bones, so expect a significant amount of force behind each gradual lick as the rough, spiked muscle sweeps along your comparatively small body. dragon saliva is the acting component in their flames, and it's thick, incredibly pungent, and sticks to the skin. you'll likely want to shower after any interaction with a dragon's tongue.

depending on the dragon, it may use its tongue to take your clothes off. some dragons get upset stomachs from their prey's clothing. you don't need to panic about that, or expect anything sexual – though some dragons may be alright with that! just ask, and remember, consent is key!

if the tongue coils around you a bit, don't worry! dragons instinctively coil themselves around each other and their valued possessions. it's a sign of affection, and that extends to their tongues. just lie still and let them show they love you! dragon tongues are very large and it can be a bit scary at first but they don't want to hurt you!

Throat:

so you've been swallowed! the most important thing is to not panic. it's definitely a weird feeling, but flailing around can hurt the dragon! holding still is safest for the dragon and you!

dragons have proportionately long necks compared to humans. when swallowed, you'll likely experience a long, slow slide down as its throat ripples around you, strong waves squeezing and gently pushing you downwards. it's damp, and usually dark, but you're very safe, even if it doesn't seem like that to you.

from here, there are two places you can go: dragons have the standard stomach for digestion, as well as a sort of pre-stomach, nicknamed the crop, that sits at the bottom of the throat, similarly to that of many birds (and gryphons, but that's a different post)

Stomach I:

a dragon's crop is used to hold and bring back pre-chewed food for hatchlings by their parents before they're old enough to chew themselves. however, at the moment it's going to be repurposed for keeping you nice and secure. this is the safest part of the dragon to be in, especially long-term.

compared to the rest of the dragon, the crop isn't large. In adult dragons, it can only fit one, maybe two people in it. think of it as being cozy! since it's at the base of the neck, the musculature is fairly dense there, since a dragon's neck has some of the strongest muscles in its body. you should expect it to squeeze around you, soft walls locking you in place. it won't be enough to damage you, but it'll likely be fairly firm, since most dragons instinctively squeeze their first stomach when it's full to make sure everything stays in place while they fly.

unlike the throat, which may retain some vestiges of light, the crop is dark. unless the dragon you're in has some kind of bioluminescence, you likely won't be able to see anything. it's also incredibly damp, thanks to the glands in the crop that secrete a weak enzymic fluid. it won't hurt you at all, though, since your skin is tough enough to repel it. worst case scenario, you'll get a bit red. you will get absolutely slathered in this slime, though. no one gets eaten by a dragon and comes out dry.

the trick for the crop is just to relax and enjoy the experience. it's like climbing into a dark, wet sleeping bag that seals itself to your body and is incredibly protective of you while you're inside. once you acclimate to the feeling of the damp flesh pulsing and twitching around you, it's supposedly very calming. it's fairly common for humans to fall asleep to the gentle vibration of their dragon purring around them.

once you're ready, the crop will flex and open around you, lifting you back into the throat, which will either guide you up and out of the dragon's mouth, or down into...

Stomach II:

the dragon's second stomach is more similar to a human's, being where the digestive process takes place. it's entirely possible to be here long-term and survive unmelted, but unlikely. for most things that end up here, the intent is to fully digest them for nutrients.

should you somehow end up here, it doesn't necessarily mean you're doomed. many dragons who consume curious humans have carefully tested magic to bring their tenacious explorers back, so being digested is usually not that permanent.

the digestion stomach, depending on dragon size, can be as large as a small room or the interior of a car. it has a moistness to the air, which has a strong organic smell. there are usually just a few feet of acid on the floor, unless they've just finished another meal, in which case some residual acid may still be there.

dragons eat large meals and digest slowly, so the acid isn't as strong as in some other species. you can sit down in it and it'll just itch a bit after a few minutes. by fifteen minutes in, you may see some redness with severe itching. acid reactions aren't usually the thing to worry about, however.

unless the dragon is actively pushing more air down into their stomach, the lack of oxygen will get to prey faster than the acid will. it's not scary, really, just a seeping tired feeling. you'll want to lay down in the slightly itchy hot tub water, your back leaning against the gently moving soft wall, and close your eyes. many dragons who plan to bring someone back from this stage will be talking to them, coaxing them through the process, keeping their nervousness from getting too bad.

it's easy enough to fall asleep. you're getting so tired, and the acid is faint enough that it doesn't burn, only tingle a bit, even as more drips from the walls and ceiling and the water level begins to rise up your legs slightly. when you sit back, the soft walls curl around you a bit, giving you a nice warm hollow to rest in. they're talking to you, calm words assuring you you'll be alright. you're perfectly safe, they promise. they would never let you do this if it could actually hurt you...

you just have to let your eyes flutter closed...

Outside:

...and then you wake up, sprawled out on the grass in the field, or tucked into the covers in the massive bed you share, or laying across their claws in front of the fireplace. their massive tongue is licking the digestive fluids off you, attempting to clean you, but only slathering you further in saliva. it's the thought that counts. you can see in their eyes they care about you and they're overjoyed that you're alright even though they knew you would be, because there was just a moment before you started breathing again that they worried about you.

their first question is always are you alright

the second one is did you have fun, accompanied by a jaunty third-eyelid wink and a sly, toothy grin

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

A dragon keeping their finest treasure (a prey) safe and warm in their tum? I've always really liked the concept of being kept safe in a belly by such a 'greedy' being.

Yes yes yes 1000% yes

You're tapping into another part of my brain that may or may not like object vore.

Im just gonna,,

--

You watch as the gemstone slides down your captor's throat... which would be a boringly long wait with their cartoonishly large neck, but you find yourself fixated the whole time.

Things could be worse. The Dragon, whom you have decided to name Glut (short for gluttony; it's not too creative, but it works), had taken good care of you. You can feel the sunlight on supervised outings in the fields near their den. They even bring you home a lamb every few days and wood so you can make a fire and roast it. This was after you refused to eat... erm, any bipedal meat. Most importantly, though, they keep you warm at night.

It returns to that damn gemstone, an opal, now deposited in Glut's stomach with a content gurgle. Glut doesn't eat every treasure they get: only the most precious, and in this case, fragile, pieces. Opal cracks if it's not kept moist. It's why opal jewelry needs to be worn often.

At first, you thought it was because you were fragile, prone to freezing at night, surrounded by the rocky cave walls. You believed that Glut swallowed you up most nights only to prevent hypothermia. He made it very clear that the few precious pieces in there with you were not meant to be touched.

Not that you could see any of them. You could barely see your hands in front of you. The only break from the darkness was yet another part of the dragon, just a slight glow, barely visible unless you squint, from Glut’s burning fire inside. That was until a crystal ball became one of their many treasures. It glowed, allowing you to see, and appreciate the treasure inside. Once Gult understood you really did see the value, you were allowed to move things around.  

"Getting lost in thought now, are we?"

Glut's low, rumbling voice practically shook the cave walls; you could almost feel it in your bones. They sounded so amused, and you're sure if they had an eyebrow, they'd be cocking it. However, when you open your mouth to apologize, their jaws quickly descend upon you.

You know it's safe. You always know it's safe. That split second still makes your heart stop every time, though. Glut is quick to gently gulp you down, as if handling any of their other fragiles. Their razor-sharp teeth pinned your ankles but didn't even break the skin. Sometimes you wondered if that was physical or if magical intervention was involved in keeping you intact.

There's never too much time to think of it when you're getting eaten alive. You can feel gravity shift as they lift their head up, using the force to aid with your descent. Inside is hot, cramped and... You've grown used to the sensation of the firm muscle pulling you deeper and deeper into the beast. At least they were soft; at least it made Glut happy. You wished they wouldn't swallow you head-first so much, though...

It didn't matter in the end, because no matter how much you squirmed and fought for freedom, you never got it, so the short ride, and particularly it's ending, had become somewhat calming. Maybe. Your brain had trouble coming to terms with that. 

Before you know it, pressure rolls up your body as you pass the Dragon's neck, then, an even tighter squeeze before you sink into their stomach with a harmless gurgle. Glut hums contently at your annoyed kick. They had agreed to give you a warning first. 

"Oh don't give me that~" Glut purrs. They got back to picking up another one of their precious treasures, poking their forked tongue out at the pretty colours. They were a dork in the end, really. "I saw that look you were giving my neck, you were practically begging to go in with just your eyes. It was impressive~."

You feel the chamber around you shake with Glut's warm laugh, and you smile. At this point, you're a master at not getting smothered by any treasure that slides around with all that movement. You've settled right in, in fact. 

Today, though, you don't have to worry about that too much. Most of their prized possessions aside from the opal and that same crystal ball are in their broad pouch, a calmer fleshy compartment adjacent to you in their warm stomach. It was less slimy, gurgly, and gross, really, but that meant it was less personal. Something about being squished and moved by the warm flesh of Glut's strong gut felt right. You weren't their young, you don't belong in that pouch, you're something unique, and you both knew deep down Glut's stomach was where you were meant to be. The crystal ball and the gemstone are warm as they press into you when the stomach walls squeeze you tightly. Glut wasn't laying down, so that was a hug directly from the Dragon's contented stomach. 

 You used to just think you were in here because you were fragile. Glut just wanted you well preserved. That's still the case, of course. Right now, though, not only is Glut keeping you warm and protected, Glut is prepping to move for the winter. Just a few mountain ranges over, so they can be by the hot springs. 

They've eaten you just now to take you with them—their most precious treasure.

[medium-sized-snack-portion]

Dragons are objectively the best preds solely because how diverse they are in appearance.

They're Bipedal? Regular tum, forever classic. Quadrupeds? Hammock belly, gently swaying side to side as they walk. Eastern dragons? Essentially fancy snakes, you can have the "wrapped in a burrito" treatment. You can even have both regular and hammock tum if the dragon is a facultative biped.

Same goes for temperature. You want a warm tum? Western dragons breath fire, nice and toasty belly. You prefer a cooling environment? Eastern dragon actually breath water and generally more water oriented, it'd be like swimming in a regular pool.

[jack-the-nibbler]

January 16th is Appreciate a Dragon Day! Show your dragon friend you care by letting them devour you whole.

[hungry-blue-dragon]

You finish sucking the dragon off, tired and gasping for breath, and look up to see him smirking down at you. "Now that they're empty... time to refill~" he says, grabs the back of your head, and pulls you to his crotch. You can't open your mouth in time, and he isn't expecting you to; the musky heat surrounds your head, and you realize you'll be leaving in his balls... if you can call that "you," anymore.

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 21 - Slippery

Length: 1600 words Vore type: F/M oral vore, unwilling prey, digestion Fandom: Pokemon Other info: Goodra/Buizel, casual fatal vore Summary: Goodra plays with her food. Wonder how many friends she'd have if she didn't enjoy her spot on the food chain so much.

"Alright, now watch this!" Goodra turned towards Buizel's cheer, just before he took a running leap at the slope. With energetic laughter, the weasel slid about halfway up, pivoted, and came zipping right back down towards the other two. Thanks to Goodra's thick slime, it was as though he was on ice, rather than dirt and grass. Of course, also thanks to her slime, he found himself sliding sideways, then backwards, and thoroughly out of control.

Liepard leapt smoothly over him, maintaining her streak of only having slime on her paws. Goodra, however, was not so nimble; with an "oof," she took the brunt of the flailing Pokemon to her thick, squishy gut.

After pulling himself away, Buizel grinned sheepishly up at the dragon. "Boy, that slime of yours is really something, isn't it?"

Goodra just waved a paw. "Well, there is a reason I chose a glorified hole to take you two to, with not a cliff in sight. Nice trick, though, aside from the landing!"

"Besides, I've heard Goodras are pretty strong. An accidental tackle is probably nothing to her," Liepard added. When Goodra looked for her, she found the cat in a much more controlled spin sliding from one side to the other, before coming to a stop next to the pair. Liepard lifted a paw and prodded Goodra's gut a few times. "Especially not to somewhere nice and thick like this."

Emboldened by Liepard, and likely curious himself, Buizel had a go at poking her belly. Unlike Liepard's gentle but quick jabs, he pushed in slower, as though worried his paw might sink inside. Also unlike Liepard's turn, Goodra's stomach let out a loud grumble when Buizel prodded it. Buizel froze, and even Liepard startled back; Goodra could feel her cheeks burn and tinge a darker purple.

"Ah, well, speaking of my belly, it seems to be about dinner time. It's been great playing with you two, but would you care to join me?"

Buizel grinned, taking a moment to spit out some slime that had dripped into his mouth - and no wonder, with how thoroughly he'd gotten covered from his fun sliding around. "That sounds great! What're you thinking of for food?" Next to him, Liepard nodded along.

Goodra gave them a bright smile. "I was thinking the two of you for me. For you? …not sure it matters, really."

Fear on Liepard's face, confusion on Buizel's. Goodra sat down and pressed her point. "Look, I'm a reasonable dragoness. If you don't want to be eaten, feel free to leave. You can have a couple minutes to… decide."

Liepard's expression changed from fear to one of focus, of calculating. "I wasn't hatched yesterday," she said, "what are you going to do to stop us from leaving?"

Goodra held up two fingers. "Nothing else. Dragon's honor."

The cat stepped back, blinking, then her eyes slowly moved from the predator to her surroundings: a pit with slick slime coating every exit. Her claws glowed white, and looked like they grew longer and sharper.

Buizel, in contrast, screamed and ran directly away from Goodra. About halfway up the side of the pit, he stopped ascending, no matter how much his slime-covered paws scrabbled against the slime-covered wall. Once again, he slipped back down, and a misstep sent him spinning faster, and inevitably back to where Goodra sat. Liepard had moved to a different section of the pit, leaving nothing in the way to stop him from getting lodged under Goodra's belly. He kicked and shoved, a preview of what was sure to happen INSIDE her stomach soon enough.

Another growl from her belly inspired a new jolt of energy in the smaller Pokemon, and he soon escaped… back to his original position, and already panting hard. By this point, the only way for him to get even more surrounded by her slime would be to be surrounded by her, something she knew was a certainty - and by the look on his face, he knew it, too. Still, he slowly got back up to his feet and stared back at her, though his eyes were slightly glazed over… or was that just more of her slime?

Motion out of the corner of her eye caught Goodra's attention, and she turned to see Liepard, claws glowing, in front of several new divots in the sides of the pit - notably free of the slippery coating she'd carefully applied to the rest of it. Putting it out of her mind for now, she refocused on the Buizel. "Is that a "yes," then, Buizel?"

Buizel shuddered and crumpled. He leaned his body against hers, trying to stay upright through any means possible. "Goodra. Can I… can I choose how I go?"

"Within reason. I mean, you can only do this once; I eat Pokemon pretty frequently. It seems only polite. What were you thinking of?" She saw him nearly slip at how casually she discussed her diet.

"One last trick. Up and down the slope. And when I come down, you- you-" Buizel cut himself off, unable to go further.

Goodra beamed. "Oh, sure! I think that's a new one for me, but I bet I can catch you!"

Buizel sighed and turned away from her. Crouching on all fours, he galloped away, running along the bottom of the pit, then up the side, then finally pushing off with his hind legs. Goodra raised her brows as he slid all the way up to the top, and clamped his forepaws around a small sapling growing at the edge. A glance back to Liepard caught her standing proudly atop her own chosen escape route; if she had to forage for berries again, Goodra knew she'd regret not simply leaning forward to pin Buizel better.

But then, the weasel slipped. He reached back out for the sapling, but his paws slid off as easily as his body slid down the slimy slope. It took Goodra a second to realize what was happening, but she quickly pushed herself forward to lay on her stomach. Focusing on where Buizel was and where he was going, the dragoness opened her mouth wide right on his path, and did her best to relax her throat.

She didn't so much taste Buizel as much as she felt him stretch her gullet; by the time he'd stopped sliding, his snout was nearly in her stomach! Goodra grunted as she stood back up, and gravity alone packed away half of her catch before a single gulp sent Buizel the rest of the way into her gut. Grinning, Goodra hefted her stomach and let it fall with a satisfying bounce; Buizel was barely visible through her fat and the simple size difference between them.

With one Pokemon secure in her stomach, Goodra turned to the cat who got away. "You sure you don't want to come back down?"

Liepard gave her a stare so cold she shivered. "Promise you won't eat me and I'll consider it."

"Of course I'd eat you, that's the entire point of-" Suddenly, Goodra's belly began to swell, heavy and sloshing. She winced as Buizel managed to truly start to stretch her, but then simply shook her head, opened her mouth, and shot a stream of water into the wall - away from Liepard, to avoid mixed intentions.

Before long, her stomach was back to its normal heft, and she shoved her paws against her fat to get Buizel's attention. "It was a good shot, but I'm a Water-type, too. I'd say better luck next time, but I'm the only one who's gonna get one of those."

She smiled and patted her gut a few more times, then looked back up to Liepard. "Anyway, if you really don't want to join him, no point in me staying in here alone." Taking well-practiced steps, Goodra glided around the pit, skating on her slippery slime with growing speed, before launching herself out on the other side from the other Pokemon. "So, I doubt you'll want to hang around much longer, but would you like to meet up again sometime?"

"Are you going to try to eat me again?"

Goodra giggled. "I didn't try to eat you - you were very effective with your refusal. But yes, you can expect me to ask like that again. You just have to properly say no again, is all."

Liepard lifted the back of her paw to her chin. "Mm, probably not, then. Not at my current strength, at least."

"Ah, that's a shame. Well, goodbye then. I do hope to see you again; you had some fascinating stories to tell!"

This got a grin out of the cat. "If you do, perhaps I'll trade some more for an escape from your hunger." With that, she turned and began to walk away from the slimy pit. "Have a good night, Goodra. I'm off to find… a Bunnelby, perhaps, and be significantly ruder to them than you were to me."

Goodra smiled back, waved, and, with Buizel's fighting already barely more than a few twitches, started her trek back to her den to digest in peace.

[dvorrak]

Voretober 2022 day 11: Offering

[dzamie]

so i know krumblor cookie clicker is literally a cookie that is a dragon but. id still let myself get eaten by them. i bet it smells like cookie dough in there

Y'know, I can see where you're coming from. I don't know if I'd go quite that far, but they are a handsome dragon and-

...a- ah. I- I see. Well then. How many do you suppose they can fit?

[squirmifyoulike]

(Credit to this post for this idea!)

During Thanksgiving week, many avian species find themselves being extra careful. Most ordinary families will just buy themselves a frozen turkey from the store to prepare themselves... But many preds like to go out and catch their own thanksgiving turkey.

Even if it's not a turkey at all, and is in fact a griffon.

Many griffons go about their business ordinarily. Who would mess with a griffon, right? They're strong, can fly, have sharp talons and a sharp beak... Nothing would mess with them.

...Except they totally would. One unfortunate griffon learned this the hard way on Thanksgiving evening as he was headed home, stomach slightly bulging out and squirming from his own meal. Out of the blue, a pair of strong, large hands grab him tightly, with one wrapping around his beak and the other wrapped around his neck. Before the griffon knows it, he's knocked unconscious and is left at the mercy of his attacker.

When he wakes up, he's confused. Groggy. He looks around slowly, and then realizes in embarrassment that he's been tied up and bound... Like a thanksgiving turkey. His stomach is on full display, and he's been placed on a platter on a table. When he lifts his head up, he can see his attacker clearly; a dragon, nearly twice his size. The dragon is holding a large bowl of stuffing, and it's eyeing the griffon with a malevolent grin.

"Finally awake, I see," The dragon rumbles. "Good. We can move things along, then."

The griffon opens his mouth to protest, but before he can get any words out, he's met with a large spoonful of stuffing. He's forced to swallow it down. As he does, he finds himself pleased with the taste; it's slightly sweet and salty, and it's been seasoned to perfection. Perhaps a little more wouldn't hurt... And then he can escape.

"There you go," The dragon coos as the griffon readily opens his mouth for the next spoonful. "Good boy. You'll make a fine thanksgiving dinner~"

Spoonful after spoonful is shoveled into the griffon's mouth, even as his stomach begins to ache and groan in protest. After a while, he finds himself panting, and as he's met with another spoonful of stuffing, he turns his head away and lets out a whimper.

"You're not done yet." The dragon growls, grabbing the griffon's beak. "You still have the rest of the bowl to get through."

The dragon forces the griffon's head forward, and again, he's met with spoonful after spoonful of stuffing. The griffin keeps swallowing, and finally, when he thinks his middle is about to pop, the dragon finally relents.

"There. You got through the whole bowl, see? That wasn't so bad, now, was it?"

The griffon can barely respond. His stomach is extremely overstuffed, letting out high-pitched, strained gurgles. The dragon chuckles in amusement, and then, they go around to the griffon's head. The griffon wants to struggle, but they can barely move, thanks to the food that was forced on them unceremoniously.

"Hold still... It will all be over soon."

Seconds after hearing that, the griffon is met with the wide, gaping maw of the dragon. It closes over the griffon's head, causing the griffon to stiffen up and wince. The dragon lets out a low, satisfied rumble... And then, they begin ravenously gulping the griffon down. The griffon barely has any time to react; all she can do is stay tensed up and whine as the dragon's throat squeezes and crushes his belly. Within seconds, though, the griffon is fully sealed away. The dragon's gut is cramped and tight, and almost immediately, it's active, churning around the griffon and kneading into them. The griffon begins squirming a little, but they're still tied up and overstuffed, so they can barely move.

Outside, the dragon lets out a satisfied belch and rubs their swollen gut. They'd been waiting for this moment all day, waiting for the perfect creature to stumble by... And as soon as they saw the griffon, they knew immediately not to let this opportunity pass them by. As their gut lets out a low gurgle, the dragon can't help but to chuckle.

"Happy Thanksgiving," They utter. The griffon, of course, won't be around to see any future thanksgivings... but the dragon certainly will be. As they sit, rubbing their swollen belly, they begin wondering what they'll have tucked away in their belly next, after their current meal is done.

[hemipenal-system]

in honor of a hoiiday where everyone eats a shitload of food

i've had a fantasy for a long time about like some kind of dragon feeding show. like a bunch of people come sit in an amphitheater to watch a dragon eat a lá what they do at zoos with dolphins n shit

there's just this massive fuckoff dragon sprawled out in the center of the stage, sleeping peacefully until it gets woken up at the beginning of the show by its handler, who proceeds to introduce it to the audience and talk about dragons and what they eat and stuff that happens at every show like this. everyone just wants to skip to the bit where it devours a goat or something.

so the handler gets everyone really pumped for this, and everyone's screaming and cheering bc spectacle and all that. and then she just leaves the stage. stage crew in heavy fireproof bite suits wheel out these weird tall objects covered in black cloth and get them set up, then whisk the covers off to reveal people.

they're long clear tubes, likely plexiglass, and metal frames. there are three or four, and each one contains a human wearing nothing except a cute little gag. between that and the plexiglass, the audience can see them writhing around in their containment, likely begging for help, but can't hear them, and oh that's why this show was 18+ we were wondering about that

the handler comes back and explains to the audience that because dragons are used to working for their prey, for demonstrations like this they have to eat from elaborate puzzle feeders, which is what the audience is looking at. each feeder has a slightly different solution to prevent boredom. and before you ask, they'll be fine. they signed extensive waivers. legally, we're not responsible for them not reading them. (they were wondering about the wording they got from the ushers about the "inside-the-scenes tour." by the time they figured it out, it was too late)

by this point, the dragon is well aware what's happening, and it's hungry. it's being offered three delicious courses, which it gets to eat in front of an audience that's incredibly eager to see this. the thick chains attaching it to the stage give it plenty of mobility, so it sidles up to the first feeder, lazily prodding its nose at it.

the feeder spins over, dumping the human out the open top and onto the stage. the meal tries to stand up and run, but the dragon's on him before he can get to his feet, jaws locked around his waist as he's swallowed whole, the audience wincing at it.

the second puzzle feeder doesn't spin in the middle, but it tilts at the bottom. the dragon takes the tube in its claws, leaning backward to tilt it back enough it can reach into the tube to get the treat inside. it gets a good angle, dipping its muzzle as far inside as it'll fit.

now that the top's open, the audience can hear the crying and begging for just a split second before the dragon's teeth close around her shoulders, lifting her bodily out and holding her up, head tilted back so the audience can see the way its throat ripples as it pulls her down as well.

all the while, of course, the handler is explaining what's going on in the dragon's head, how this benefits it, stuff like that. the audience is a curious mix of rapt and horrified. two people have been eaten alive and a third is about to be, and she just. doesn't care.

the third feeder doesn't rock or tilt, and it has a complicated lock that can only open from the inside. this one's the most fun to watch. the dragon rears onto its hind legs, spreading its wings and roaring, shooting a burst of flame into the air, to momentous applause. the handler has to stifle a smile. she knows how much it loves showing off for the audience.

grabbing at the top of the tube for stability, it looks down, carefully inspecting the feeder. it's smart enough to figure out this lock, and it has before, but the handler changes it just slightly every time. it snarls quietly, frustrated, and it's the loudest sound in the auditorium.

the human inside is terrified. she's just watched two other people go into the dragon, and she's about to be next. she can't run or scream for help, and no one who could hear her would help her anyway. when the dragon snarls, she starts openly sobbing.

opening its mouth, it dips its tongue into the slits at the top of the feeder, carefully moving around the metal bars and knobs that comprise the elaborate lock. each movement with its tongue drips more saliva onto her body as it plays with the mechanism right over her head, the bends in the tongue occasionally slapping across her face or curling over an ear. each time it touches her, she gets more scared, and the dragon relishes that.

the occasional brushes turn into curious licks, which become prodding kisses as the audience finds out what that metal ring in her mouth is for. they can see her throat bulging and turning through the glass, the dragon purring as it takes its time, putting on a show. as it kisses her, the body of its tongue keeps working on the lock while the tip ravages her throat.

when it releases her, she gasps for air as the tongue curls down her back and between her legs. it suddenly lifts up, carrying the unfortunate morsel into the dragon's jaws so suddenly she only has time for one last cheesy, bloodcurdling scream. its teeth close around her feet and it snaps her up quickly.

the handler asks if they want to see one more trick, and is met with thunderous cheering. she cues the dragon, and it spreads its wings, leaping into the air and holding itself there as it surveys the audience, chains rattling with each pulse of motion.

she tells it to come back down, and it doesn’t listen. it’s giving her a weird look. she tells it again and it doesn’t move, except to lick its chops and snarl. she tells it one more time, and this time it does.

this feeding’s not like the others. it swoops down at her, grabbing her in its teeth, and bites down hard. blood goes everywhere. people are screaming. this wasn’t supposed to happen. she said at the beginning there was a risk to working with these creatures. maybe she was right. they can hear her muffled screams from inside its mouth as it begins to chew ponderously, the panicked cries lasting an uncomfortable amount of time before going silent.

the dragon lays down, closing its eyes, almost appearing like it’s going back to sleep until its wings open vertically, blocking off a sizeable amount of the stage. there’s a pause, then they snap back, revealing the handler, alive and well, gesturing to the audience.

✨ta-da!✨

[peppermintflavoredprey]

idk how much about the giant!pep au i posted here but uh. p/epperman is now a dragon in it. and vigi is a slime (not a cheese slime though he is cheese flavored)

[thealmightyemprex]

Old Mama Aleric is a dragonesses witch who seduces and consumes dragons and dragonesses

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking

[v-nilaa]

Old art from last year of my dragon lady Eris! Her stomach is nice and comfy, she told me so herself~

[hungry-blue-dragon]

Ooh hold on a moment, wwhat do you tag with "fuel"? Asking bbecause i saw it on my ask reply and its ddoing things to me...

Wwould i be fuel?

I'm certain you would make wonderful fuel, Anon. Just picture how easily you would slide down my gullet and melt away in my belly, giving me a bit more energy and a bit more padding under my gorgeous scales.

Oh, did I say "would?" My apologies, I mean "will."

(but really, "fuel" is my tag for, like, teases and prompts. Stuff that describes a scenario, but not thorough enough to warrant the "fic" tag. thanks for inadvertently reminding me to look up my ask tag again; forgot it the last few times...)

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 19 - Replica

Length: 2100 words Vore type: M/M oral vore, willing prey Fandom: None Other info: furry robot pred, human prey Summary: There are certain benefits to befriending a mad* scientist Synth. And certain risks, but I'm sure it's fine. *Teq would surely argue that sanity is a meaningless concept to a robot, and therefore it cannot be lost (Synths are an open species created by Vader-San)

Sam blinked his eyes open; he was laying in some sort of cushioned tube, like the ones in Teq's lab. He tapped the glowing "exit" button and sat up, groggy. Around the tube was, well… Teq's lab. The practically second home of his Synth friend, the place was littered with tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions that it swore it had put in "the most efficient places possible." Today, the focus seemed to be around the biggest 3D printer Sam had ever seen, covered in papers with diagrams and measurements all over them.

Teq itself stood over its desk, presumably with even more complicated papers. [Oh, hello again Sam. Did you wake up well?] it asked, turning its head so its visor could "look" at him. Really, with its tail plugged into the wire hanging from the ceiling, Teq had seen Sam through every wall-mounted camera pointed near him, but he appreciated the familiar body language.

"Er, yeah, thanks for the makeshift bed, but I don't remember climbing in."

[Perfectly normal,] it replied, its electronic wink pulsing a mischievous yellow and blue, [seeing as you didn't.]

"Right, yeah, I remember some new scan you wanted to…" a yawn interrupted Sam, and he reached up in a big stretch, one that drew his attention to his outfit.

Or rather, his lack thereof.

"Teq, do you know why I'm naked?"

[Yes.]

Sam sighed. "Care to tell me?"

[Oh, absolutely!]

A few more seconds passed, and another sigh. "This stopped being funny the second time you did it."

The corners of the Synth's mouth pulled back in a grin, filled with its flat, blunt set of metal "teeth." [I wholeheartedly disagree! Buuuut it does wear thin quickly. Your clothes are folded over there,] it pointed towards a bench where, indeed, Sam's clothes sat, [but if everything goes well, you won't need them.]

"Uh-huh." Sam swung his legs out of the tube, grimaced when they touched the frigid floor, and reluctantly sat back down. "But I'll hear you out. What are you up to?"

[I've discovered a method to fork humans!] Teq said, its lights flashing like glittering gold. [Sinera contributed the magic part, since I am incapable of thaumic conductivity. Perhaps another day I will attempt to optimize away the safeguards she applied, but that requires many more tests.]

Sam rolled his eyes, smiling. "Is this leading up to a "I can't fork you if you're not naked" joke?"

Teq simply stuck out its metal, segmented tongue; Sam noticed that it was wetter than the Synth usually kept it. It crossed its arms and huffed, [well, not if you're going to take it away from me. I would like one more trial, however, before introducing a variable in participant.]

"Okay, so… forking is your "I'm being a funny computer" way of saying cloning, right? How many Sams are there running around right now?"

[One, if you count yourself.]

"Oh, so you failed, but you want to try again?"

Teq shook its head. [Every single trial has passed! It just… turns out having more than one active at a time causes problems. I won't elaborate.]

A sense of dread grew in Sam's chest. "So… so what happened to the others?"

[I ate them,] the Synth said simply, [accidentally scanning your browser history gave me a great idea, really, that reduces the net energy cost per test!]

"Am I-" Sam's breath caught in his throat, "- am I next?" He rose into a crouch, as though thinking he could run in a facility where the robot dragon controlled every machine and the doors.

[Ideally, yes, but you know how I am about consent forms for research participation.] Teq grabbed a few sheets of paper and flipped through them, likely more for dramatic effect than actually recalling information. [I was hoping for a nice, round 16, but if you would rather not, I can simply attempt to court a new subject. I'll keep you in the loop, of course.]

Sam shook his head and climbed out, gritting his teeth at the cold against his feet, and the distinct lack of anything keeping his body heat in. "Well, I'm glad to hear I can avoid you killing me by just telling you not to." He shivered. "Fuck, it's chilly in here."

[I have been keeping my internal spatial storage at 30 degrees Celsius,] the Synth offered, pointing one finger helpfully into its mouth, [and the path from intake to storage is of a similar temperature.]

Trying to keep his teeth from chattering, Sam stepped towards his clothes. "Is that supposed to convince me to let you eat me?"

[It was a convincing argument three times, though putting your clothes in your line of sight seems to have disrupted this trend.]

The man stopped and turned. "Three times? Wouldn't I remember?"

Teq stepped closer, but remained at a short distance. [Moreso than I anticipated, which is an annoyingly convincing argument towards the existence of souls - I might be out a few hundred bucks. But still, scarcely more than the character in that game you played last night remembered if you asked hir to use hir tail, penis, or mouth to eat your character.]

Sam nearly jumped with shock, but his blush meant his face, at least, didn't feel cold. "H-how did you-"

[Fifth trial, you used it as an analogy to your situation while sitting inside me.] It winked at him, the dotted oval briefly changing into a lit-up caret. [However, I only possess a mouth. Perhaps for later experiments or leisure…]

Sam crossed his arms, and walked up to it. "Fifteen times?" Teq nodded. "You're not telling me a lower number to trick me into agreeing to more?"

[Nor am I lying with a higher number to imply a greater confidence of success,] it agreed. [I chose this method of… duplicate prevention to increase the odds of your cooperation and to avoid a mess. I supect I will use its appeal to attract a new test subject after one final successful run.]

An uneasy look crossed the man's face. "I… hadn't thought of the "higher number" thing until you brought it up." He sighed, and looked at Teq's draconic face. "Please be honest again: did I enjoy being swallowed and, uh… whatever you did to me?"

[Yes, unless you lied to me about it. I did not see utility in attempting to discern that.] It looked away with its hand on its chin, as though thinking. [With the exception of an unfortunately uncomfortable entrance. If you decide to go one more time, I will eat you feet-first to prevent this.]

"…alright. Load up that consent doc, Teq."

[Thank you~!] it replied, with a small jingle. Its facial display showed a text document, and its upturned eyes soon faded from view. [You know the deal, read carefully, button at the bottom. Basically the same thing you've done for other experiments, just with a different procedure name.]

"Yeah, yeah…" Sam muttered, flicking his finger along the display. Text scrolled by far too fast to read, but at least it didn't take long to reach the indicated button. One tap later, and the document vanished, soon replaced by Teq's familiar eyes. "Okay, so now do I- gah!"

There was a clicking noise as Teq extended its tail, curled it behind Sam's legs and back, and then gently pushed the man back onto it. Sam immediately stiffened, anticipating a similar chill, but whatever Teq had done to keep its insides heated had somewhat extended to its tail - while definitely not warm by any measure, it was… better than room temperature. He was jolted out of his thoughts by a much greater heat around his feet and ankles. Looking down, Sam was greeted by the view of his synthetic friend's head by his knees, and the inside of its mouth visible in small gaps.

[Are you okay?] Teq asked. It took Sam a second to remember that, although the Synth usually moved its mouth while talking, it technically just used speakers. He nodded, and Teq's tail smoothly drifted closer, feeding more of his legs into the warm faux-throat. Once most of his thighs were gone, a quiet whirring accompanied a new sensation: like a massage chair, rolling pressure constantly pushed at his legs from all sides, coaxing him down.

When the heat of Teq's mouth and throat washed over his upper thighs and exposed balls, Sam flushed red and quickly covered himself with his hands. The Synth's eyes - and even its display background - tinted pink, and, teasing him, it remarked, [I guess I should ignore that rather than… encouraging you. Good to see you continue to enjoy this.] Its tail pushed him forward, and its throat changed from a gentle pull to more of a controlled slide.

With everything below his chest fully inside Teq's gullet or deeper, Sam realized he could kick around a little, and that it felt like paddling through a thick liquid. Teq offered no time to think about what that meant - not that Sam needed much - and the man soon found his world dark as the Synth shut its mouth past his head, while the bottom of its "stomach" soon forced his legs to curl up. Moments later, all of him was sitting in the strange, dark hot tub, with luckily enough room to keep his head above the liquid.

[How was it?]

"Very… relaxing," Sam decided, "although, I think I expected more of a swallowing motion than the constant slide."

[Interesting… I will keep that in mind when we do this in the future, assuming further successful tests.]

"When, not if?" He laughed, and tried to pat Teq's insides, but found that the liquid seemed thicker, and harder to move through. "Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

[I have a measured 100% success rate at talking you down my throat,] it pointed out, [and with a similar frequency of arousal, I expect you to ask it of me, especially once the process is further refined. Plus, you may want better footage than security camera video.]

"…fair enough. I definitely want a copy of those."

[And you'll have it. Goodbye now, Sam. I'll see an earlier you in a few minutes.]

The man didn't get the chance to think about what that meant.

--

Sam blinked his eyes open; he was laying in some sort of cushioned tube, like the ones in Teq's lab. He tapped the glowing "exit" button and sat up, groggy. Around the tube was, well… Teq's lab. The practically second home of his Synth friend, the place was littered with tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions that it swore it had put in "the most efficient places possible." Today, the focus seemed to be around the biggest 3D printer Sam had ever seen, covered in papers with diagrams and measurements all over them.

Teq itself stood over its desk, presumably with even more complicated papers. [Oh, hello again Sam. Did you wake up well?] it asked, turning its head so its visor could "look" at him. Really, with its tail plugged into the wire hanging from the ceiling, Teq had seen Sam through every wall-mounted camera pointed near him, but he appreciated the familiar body language.

"Er, yeah, thanks for the makeshift bed, but I don't remember climbing in."

[Perfectly normal,] it replied, its electronic wink pulsing a mischievous yellow and blue, [seeing as you didn't.]

"Right, yeah, I remember some new scan you wanted to…" a yawn interrupted Sam, and he reached up in a big stretch, one that drew his attention to his outfit.

Or rather, his lack thereof.

"Teq, do you know why I'm naked?"

[Synthesizing clothes around a body would have posed an unnecessary challenge and risk.] It turned, walked over, and offered a hand out of the tube. [Say, do you know anyone else who would want to be eaten by a Synth? For once, some external bias in selection would be welcome.]

Sam took the hand and cringed at the chill of the floor; helpfully, Teq pointed him to a pile of his clothes on a nearby bench. "I… maybe? Wait, what do you mean anyone ELSE?" he asked while putting on some protection from the lab's temperature.

The yellow and blue smiling eyes returned as Teq handed him a USB stick. "I could tell you directly, but I think it will be much more fun for you to find out looking through these files."