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It had been a few weeks since Kobalt had scarfed down a player from the losing team in one of his hockey games, and surprisingly, Williams's disappearance was still being investigated. The buckaroo truly had left nothing behind, except for that slime riddled jersey, far too digested to wield any usable evidence to the perpetrator...Kobalt's team and the Gladiators were playing each other again, and this time when Kobalt pulled out the victory, it was far less surprising. The teams shook hands and thanked each other for a good game, but it was in this little ceremony between the two teams that Kobalt found out that his plan hadn't gone off as seamlessly as he thought it did...

During the ceremony, a dragon on the other team - a big, muscular blue dragon by the name of Hawkins - skated up beside Kobalt and got in very close to Kobalt, far closer than what was necessary...but it was for a very good reason. As the two shook hands and Kobalt felt a bit of discomfort from how close Hawkins was to him, he heard the dragon say something.

"I know what you did to Williams. Meet me in the alley beside the parking lot in the back of the stadium after the game." he said, in almost a whisper...but he was way too close to Kobalt for the buckaroo to not understand every single one of his words. Kobalt turned around as the dragon passed by him and started to say something in response, but it was far too late. Hawkins had skated past him, and he wasn't looking back.

The thought of himself being uncovered shook Kobalt to the core. He had a thousand-yard stare for the rest of the ceremony, and even as he cleaned up in the locker room...his brain was far too occupied running through all the possibilities of what could happen to him to think or talk about anything else. But at the end of it all, he came to one conclusion. He would have to meet Hawkins back there, and hopefully things wouldn't get too...messy.

The sun was already starting to set by the time Kobalt made his way out of the stadium and to the place Hawkins told him to be. He actually didn't see anything at first, until a figure walked out of the shadows in the alley and almost made Kobalt jump from the surprise! "I'm glad you could make it, Kobalt..." came a deep, gnarled voice, and once its owner stepped into the light, Kobalt could see that it was, indeed, Hawkins. "Are you alone?"

Kobalt looked around for a moment to make sure nobody had actually followed him or something before answering that question. "Yeah. I trust that you're alone, too?" the buckaroo posited, in an attempt to show that he was just as savvy about all of this as Hawkins was...he wasn't sure if it actually worked out, but it was important to posture in situations like this at the very least.

"Of course." the dragon simply replied, leaving at that. "Now, let's get down to business..." he continued, digging around in his pockets for a few moments until he produced a cellphone, which he tapped away on for another few moments before showing the screen to Kobalt. It took the buckaroo's eyes a bit to adjust to the sudden shift in brightness, but once they did, he realized he was being shown a selfie. It was a picture Williams had taken while he was in the locker room, sent to Hawkins, of course...and, in the top right corner of that selfie, looming over Williams and just barely in the frame, was Kobalt himself!

"So, as you can tell, anyone with access to that photo could put two and two together rather quickly." Hawkins continued. "And if you don't cooperate, that picture will be leaked in a fraction of a second."

"I-I get it. What do I have to do? Smuggle drugs? Assassinate someone?" Kobalt replied...he imagined this blackmail was going to lead him down a pretty seedy trail, considering the location he had to meet Hawkins at. The dragon didn't even respond at first, at least...not verbally. Instead, he stepped out into the dim light a bit more, before he started to...take off his shirt? The...very muscular dragon tossed his shirt into a corner of the alley, seemingly not caring at all about its cleanliness as he did the same with his pants. "Woah, woah, woah-" Kobalt started to say, before Hawkins brought his phone back up to the buckaroo's face, his thumb placed firmly over the send button. He did it so casually, pulling down his pants with one hand while he threatened Kobalt with the other! Hawkins continued stripping down, until he stood before Kobalt, wearing only a tight, black jockstrap with a number emblazoned on it that almost blended into the darkness he was surrounded by...

"I want you to show me what you did to him...and don't skimp on the details~"

The revelation hit Kobalt like a truck. The buckaroo just stumbled backwards for a moment or two, replaying what just happened in his head to make sure that Hawkins was being serious. "Y-you mean, you WANT me to eat you?" Kobalt asked, just to make absolutely sure he wasn't missing something obvious...though, Hawkins was already starting to seem a little impatient with the buckaroo's lack of understanding. "Yes, and hurry it up, why don't you? It's starting to get a bit chilly." Hawkins commanded, making his way over to a box in the side of the alley and sitting down on top of it, stretching his legs out towards Kobalt.

The buckaroo's stomach groaned a little bit as he looked over the dragon's exposed, impeccable abs. His gut sort of gave the game away, though; he could feign ignorance and confusion all he wanted, but that one stomach growl showed Hawkins what the buckaroo was really thinking about. And as Hawkins splayed out his clawed feet in front of him...Kobalt's hunger started to get the best of him. The buckaroo reached down and snatched those legs right up, opening his mouth as wide as it could go and starting to stuff them into his mouth...his eyes went to that jockstrap bulge that Hawkins was sporting, attracted to it by the fact that it starting to steadily grow and harden as Kobalt began his meal...just seeing someone get aroused from what he was doing kind of aroused the buckaroo himself!

Now that Kobalt had actually gotten a taste of Hawkins's flavor, all the strangeness and awkwardness of how this situation had come to be started to fade away. Hawkins didn't even particularly taste that good or anything, he was just so damn hungry after another long game and here was a giant meal being served up to him on a silver platter! Hawkins was making a lot of weird noises as Kobalt's tongue and teeth worked over his feet, the dragon clearly enjoying the little preview of what happened to Williams...but maybe he was getting a little too into it, to be completely honest. It was starting to freak Kobalt out a little bit.

"OHH, yes. I'm just a loser, destined to be a fuel for a much greater player..." Hawkins cried out as Kobalt continued stuffing his feet into the back of his mouth, the buckaroo's lips starting to creep up Hawkins's toned calves...the dragon was just massaging at his bulge at this point, completely lost in his own arousal as he felt the buckaroo's slimy tongue slurp all over his legs. The warmth, the wetness, the tightness...oh, it was all so fucking good for Hawkins! It was just as good as he had imagined it. Ever since he saw that slime-covered jersey on the floor of his locker room, he had thought about what happened to Williams, dreamt about it, and now it was happening...

Kobalt tried his best to ignore how much Hawkins was getting off to this as he continued to cram the dragon into his mouth, tipping his head back and taking a forceful *glllNK* to begin the process of swallowing Hawkins down in earnest. His lips were creeping up towards the dragon's crotch, Hawkins still with a hand in his jockstrap; the dragon was stroking off without even a hint of shame as he watched the hungry buckaroo continue to work his way up his body. "Ahhhnn...so warm! Keep going..." the dragon moaned, pushing forward on the box he was sitting on to shove his body even further into Kobalt without the buckaroo needing to do anything! Kobalt almost gagged at this feeling, but he was able to get his composure for long enough to fit his lips over Hawkins's crotch, the dragon's hand immediately starting to explore the interior of Kobalt's mouth...

"Fuck, your mouth...it's so wet and slimy...God, I really can't believe you did this to Williams. I bet he liked it, too, being crammed down your throat after you beat his ass on the ice. Mmh...just like meEE-" Hawkins continued to orate, Kobalt cutting him off with another swallow just to get the dragon to shut up, honestly. The buckaroo was continuing to feel really weird about all of this, especially how much Hawkins was enjoying it, but he couldn't exactly stop at this point; no, he just had to ignore it the best he could, and just cram the dragon down his throat as quickly as possible! And he was making good progress on that front, at the very least; Hawkins was more than halfway inside of his throat at this point, the buckaroo's jaws creeping up his toned, muscular abs...and, well, Kobalt had to admit that he enjoyed the sensation of rubbing his tongue along such a muscular chest, to be sure! It almost made up for having to endure the dragon's languishing in the hedonistic pleasure of being devoured.

Soon, Kobalt had worked his mouth all the way up Hawkins's chest, the dragon thankfully tucking his arms to his sides to make it as easy as possible for Kobalt to suck him down. The buckaroo reached down to feel the bulge that was filling out his throat, though with the position he was in currently, it was more ascending than descending! He had crouched down and leaned over to pick up Hawkins's feet, after all, and he was still in that sort of hunched-over position now. Not exactly the most comfortable way to devour somebody. The buckaroo placed his other hand firmly against the back of Hawkins's head, Kobalt trying his best to not push against the spines that jutted out of the dragon's head before he threw his body all the way back at once, using his athletic prowess to right himself even with most of another person already inside of his body!

Hawkins's entire world had just been flipped upside down, and now gravity was helping him make his descent deeper into Kobalt's hungry hybrid body. The dragon could feel his feet and legs being squeezed through an even tighter tunnel now, knowing that he was well on his way to curling up behind Kobalt's slightly pudgy midsection! The dragon shivered and moaned with every swallow Kobalt took, the buckaroo just deciding to guzzle down the dragon as fast as he could to get all this weirdness over with. "Ah, fuck, yes! Swallow me up, turn me into nothing but fat, I deserve this for getting fucked by you twice in a row..." Hawkins cried out, Kobalt able to feel the horny dragon thrusting his shaft into the sides of the buckaroo's wet throat...he just tried not to think about it at this point.

Kobalt only had Hawkins's head and neck to swallow up now, the buckaroo working his tongue up over the back of the dragon's neck while his hand started to press on the top of Hawkins's head, pushing the rest of the dragon down right into his throat without really even swallowing or anything like that! At the same time though, Kobalt was really starting to feel the weight of the dragon collecting in his belly, so much so that it was starting to knock the buckaroo off balance a little bit. He slowly started to turn his body around, aiming his rear end for the box that Hawkins had been using to prop himself up earlier. His knees were a bit wobbly as he lowered down, and the buckaroo was a bit worried about taking a tumble with the extra weight he was carrying, but he eventually found some safe purchase...though it was pretty obvious that the box was sort of crumpling under the extra weight! He wouldn't need to be here for too much longer, though. Just long enough to finish off this dragon.

And it would only take another swallow or two to finish off Hawkins. Kobalt opened his jaws as wide as they could go as he continued to press down against his meal's head, the buckaroo trying his best to relax his throat as much as possible so that he could fit as much of the dragon inside of him without swallowing proper. And, in that respect, he managed to actually get pretty far. He had managed to wrap his mouth around Hawkins's snout, the dragon moaning and groaning in pleasure as he leaned forward to help Kobalt out a little bit. Kobalt was more than happy to clamp his teeth shut over the top of the dragon's head, all his weird and horny words being reduced to muffled groans as Kobalt tipped his head back one last time. His throat clenched once, twice, the buckaroo almost gasping out as the dragon refused to slide down his throat, but eventually...

*gggLLLRrrnk...*

Kobalt closed his eyes and leaned backwards as he took that final swallow, a fat, squirming bulge descending down his throat and joining the squirming belly that he already had. With his mouth and throat finally clear, the buckaroo exhaled a long, satisfying breath of dragon scent, licking his lips to get the last of that residual flavor that he came to actually enjoy as his meal progressed. His body wobbled to and fro as the weight inside of him slowly sunk deeper into his stomach, until with a loud *bwOMPH*, all of Hawkins finally settled in the buckaroo's roaring, churning gut. "Hah, haah...you'll be well on your way to joining Williams in no time~" Kobalt managed to huff out, the buckaroo feeling a bit more confident in teasing his meal now that he didn't have to hear how much Hawkins was actually enjoying it. Though he could still feel the dragon bucking and squirming around inside there, no doubt getting himself off one last time as the stomach acids and thick chyme rose around his curled-up body...

Kobalt was out of action for another few hours, the buckaroo laying down in this alleyway and silently hoping nobody else would come by as his gut loudly churned and worked over the dragon inside. Especially since every one his belches echoed out into the night, the buckaroo unable to stifle them with how much digestion was going on deeper inside of him. All that thick, toned dragon muscle, being melted down and converted into calories and fat...mmh, it was so deliciously ironic for the buckaroo! He could feel every last bit of it happening as well, his gut going from inconveniently squirmy and bulging to thick, sloshy, and soupy...and, at some point throughout all of that, the dragon inside of him had stopped squirming. Hawkins was just a thick sludge deep inside of the buckaroo's belly, already starting to sluice through the hybrid's deeper bowels for complete and absolute absorption. Kobalt certainly enjoyed the process of digestion, but he also appreciated finally being able to move again once Hawkins was mostly finished up in there!

Very slowly and stumbly, Kobalt started to get up off of the box he had crushed under his weight at some point, the buckaroo's midsection still gravid and heavy with chyme that sloshed and swayed with his every movement. It knocked Kobalt off balance more than once, to be sure! But, after some trial and error, the buckaroo was able to get to his feet, supporting his fat belly with a hand as he started to walk out towards the parking lot where his car still awaited him. But, before he could leave for home and finish off the digestion of Hawkins with a well-earned night's sleep, there was something else the buckaroo had to do. Something that came up from all that sloshy movement he had to make to get back to his feet...

*BHHhhuuOOOooorrr-aaaAAAAUUUuuurrrccchhh...*

The buckaroo's proud, intense belch escaped into the night, the noise honestly loud enough that it probably woke up a few people living around the stadium! It felt like a little bit more than a belch to Kobalt, though, and the buckaroo confirmed that after he looked down on the ground in front of him. A piece of fabric, mostly intact and dripping with all sorts of stomach fluids...it had to be the jockstrap that Hawkins was wearing earlier. It was the only piece of clothing he left on, after all! The jockstrap had managed to survive Kobalt's stomach mostly intact, and the buckaroo quickly realized that the piece of clothing actually bore the number of the dragon's jersey...

Huh. Kobalt never realized that he and Hawkins shared the same number, actually! 51. The buckaroo picked up the soiled piece of fabric off the ground, intending to make it a keepsake of sorts. Perhaps he would even wear it during games, a sort of good luck charm to attract more easy meals like this one. His gut gurgled a bit at the thought of it all.