Devoured in Lust

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The Macro Swallows Him Whole

Gary squealed, thrashing and writhing. One moment, the tiny husky anthro had been tucked up in bed, small for his size already, and the next he was up in the air, dragged out through his window, lights flashing, sirens blaring, the whole world running wild around him. His black and white fur blended into the flashing lights, striking through the line between light and dark, the dead of the night broken by screaming, other furs fleeing, streaming down the streets.

But not Gary. Gary was held high, dangled by one foot, a dominating, rumbling laugh rolling over him. For he was not to make it through that night, not in any way that would see him breathing in fresh air ever again, the husky gasping and snarling weakly as a dragon at least seventy foot tall loomed over him.

"They should never have let me out of the lab, little snack," he growled, though his lips barely moved while he spoke. "You're my first meal in years."

Gary gasped, reeling, swinging, dangling, his nightclothes still on - well, at least on his lower half. His loose pants had come down to his ankles but, dangled upside-down, they fell back up his legs, showing his calves, though there was no measure of embarrassment that could come from such a moment, not as blood rushed to his head.

The night sky, the streetlights, his neighbour turning to look at him, muzzle agape in shock. He'd never see the old badger ever again.

He tried to talk, his lips moving and jaw working, though no sound came out. That was not what he'd imagined his night o rest would be like, but the life that he'd known slipped away in a single moment, no importance at all clinging to it. His job in the office, his friends, his family - they would all know of his fate, even if Gary did not, as yet, understand the severity of it.

But he had an inkling as the suburban neighbourhood that he had loved for so long disappeared, a large maw opening, dripping with saliva. He'd barely taken note of the dragon's colour, yet the deep crimson of the monstrous beast was not something that he would have cared about, not considering what was to happen to him. But the beast's maw opened wider and wider, almost as if it had unhinged at the jaw, even though there was plenty of room inside for a snack like him.

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No...

No. _No!_He was not a snack, not something to go in there! He faced a morbid flashback, an out of body experience, to what his food, speared on the prongs of a fork, must have seen every day when he fed himself, disappearing into his mouth as he chewed and swallowed every last morsel down. With some foods and more notably drinks, he did not even need to chew, simply swallowing and gulping, working his tongue around his mouth to ensure that every scrap of food was dug out from around his teeth. His fangs would be polished to a shine by that naturally wandering tongue, yet Gary had never considered just how it would look for his suddenly tiny, puny body to be dropped into a maw that was too close to his own.

Food.

That was all the dragon saw him as.

He twisted and fought more vehemently then, the horror of bystanders quite astutely passing him by. They did not matter to him anymore and it was not as if the police could do anything, not while they waited for the armed guard to arrive, military support on its way, but not quickly enough to save Gary. He knew that, in some way, but in no way made his peace with it, sweating profusely through his thick fur as he twisted and thrashed, writhing back and forth, over and over again.

"Keep still..."

As if an order from a monster of a macro dragon set on taking him for sustenance was going to stop Gary! Yet he may as well have done nothing at all, for all the effect that his thrashing and flailing had. Although he was not so small that he was an ant to the dragon-monster, the anthro was so large in comparison to him that there simply was no comparison at all to be made when it came to the strength between them.

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