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Five-Maw Delivery

© Tsumi Moogle '21

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Nudging the front door open with his stomach, Mint grinned and trailed a clawed hand over the stirring bulges under his snowy gut-scales. Smacking his lips as the avid struggles of the hapless monkey within provided an exquisite addition to the thick, bubbling gurgles.

'Oops, Mind the door.' The green dragon giggled, padding inside and letting his thick dual-toned tail brush the door shut as he ambled down the hall, sliding his hands under his gut to let the mass of feline slosh and sluice in his embrace, splashing heavily in the pit of his stomach again, before a rich belch tore from his jaws, rattling the nearest windows.

He sank himself into the expansive embrace of a beanbag, groaning faintly for the simultaneous appreciation of being off his feet, and the cozy weight of his squirming meal still writhing, feeling along the walls containing them, hopeful for a means free of their soupy predicament.

No sooner was the Dragon settled, then his gut made what his pleasantly buzzed mind comprehended as a gloopy tone of indignance. One meal? Really?

But, considered the dragon, giggling as he smoothed over his stomach in between slipping his clothes off as the monkey's bulges pressed out, I just got back. And then I'd have to get up, and put my pants back on, and go all the way out to get something. He argued at his stomach, pouting at its insistant whine, and thin, burbling glrrrn. How much nicer it would feel if-

'Alright..!' Mint groaned aloud, and leaned up a little, compressing his gut, only to pause as his slightly redder-than-usual eyes fixed on his laptop.

An idea waved its arms through the thinning smoke drifting through his synapses.

Rolling over in his beanbag, the Dragon licked his lips as he typed carefully, and soon enough brought up the scarlet-background of Voredash. A keen and upcoming new foray in the delivery world. The food was really secondary, even if it made his mouth water, considering the options.

It was the delivery folk that made his gut grip about the squirming, sputtering simian in his stomach. The bright faces staring out of profiles, each available for order through their specific restaurant..

Almost immediately, Mint's eyes fixed on a cute, athletic looking Monkey boy. He wasn't even sure what food he'd ordered, by the time it had gone through with a merry chime.

His gut gave an insistant Guuuoooorrrgle about the simian softening within.

His stomach did no favours to the monkey-turned-meal as Mint stared at the GPS tracker, following the small dot towards his house. A bleary grin on his face as he reached for his bong to pack, and with a soft click of his lighter, took a slow draw.

His stomach took over the autopilot as he heard the bike pull up in the drive way. The struggles of the monkey within had subsided, still, save for the heavy, latent slosh the Dragon made with every step.

The delivery boy looked up as the customer answered the door. A moment of recognition brought a rich blush over his face as he spied the nude dragon, and that broad gut. A soft pat of a hand drew his eye back down to the sway of the gut-scales, before he lifted the pizza boxes.

'Okay chunky, that'll be $34.97' the delivery driver puffed a little, before the Dragon grinned and shook his head.

'Nah, I'm already paid up. Voredash and all.' He casually looped an arm about the shorter male who blinked in confusion.

'Wait, what? Voredash? Hey, hey! Hands off the goods!'

Mint just grinned, grasping the monkey and licking his lips. Saliva ran heavy, threatening to roll down his lips and bearded chin as he lifted the delivery boy up.

'Bottoms up, Snack.' He rumbled, before gaping expansively.

The driver got a front-seat view in the evening light of the dragon's undulating maw. The slather of a thick tongue, and the puffing heat of an anticipatory huff, before Mint's grasp guided him forward, as he would an oversized sub.

The monkey sputtered in the steamy heat of that maw, writhing in shock and fright, but his efforts to struggle fell on stronger hands. Mint slid his hands from shoulders to wrists, stream-lining his meal as he pinned the monkey's hands to his hips. Jaws spreading easily, stretching along shoulders, framing a torso as he swallowed thickly.

The scales of his gullet and chest stretched, and expanded with the mass of the monkey, bulging, roiling as the simian bucked and arched against the inexorable hold of the hot, slick, rolling walls.

About him, the thick squish of saliva-slicked waves undulated, sluicing him down into the steamy, inky depths of the dragon. The thick squelch and slosh of that gut beyond warning him only too well of his intended fate. Every effort to yell seemed to fade into nothing, muffled by the Dragon's pot of a gut as Mint casually kneaded at his meal, sauntering back into the house.

Nibbling his way down the shapely legs, and slathering along the trim body by tongue, Mint groaned his delight, barely even aware of his tail holding the pizzas. Every swallow sinking that exquisite bulge and stretching weight deeper, until his jaws clicked shut behind the monkey's dextrous toes, and his tongue wrestled those digits for several moments, before a heavy swallow crammed the simian down in one heavy Sploosh into the thick, soupy pot of a gut, distending it all the more.

Sinking anew into his beanbag, Mint lay his head back and smiled as he licked his lips, panting and groaning gently as the renewed struggles within his gut perked another part of his body to life, delighting in the pressure, in the sensation of being full, in each thumping bump of the delectable simian-meal.

But, groaned his gut with another plaintive, sloshing sway and glut-glut-glut, There's still room.

The Dragon groaned gently, licking his lips and looking over his belly. Kneading his hands into it and casually squishing the monkey within about. He -could- do with dessert.

It took some concerted effort to roll about, and pin the mutedly yelling monkey under him as he tugged his laptop to him again. He scrolled through the list once more...

He would have to give them some glowing reviews, Mint considered as he heard the doorbell ring not long after. Carefully ambling down the hall and smirking, he tugged the door open to look over the gleaming scales, patterned along the snakes frame as he held up a couple of boxes of chinese.

The announcement of the price slid through the Dragon's brain like water, as his scarlet eyes took in the length of the snake's form, his long tail... He was scarcely aware as he stepped forward, ignorant of the boxes of food presented, and instead went for his main course.

Despite the considerable size difference, Mint had no issues in gaping his jaws over the serpent's form. The glossy, polished scales ran only too easily over the Dragon's tastebuds, all but pouring down his gullet. His own tail got into the fray as the Serpent's thick appendage tried to come to his defense and wrap about the Dragon like an anchor. Instead, as Mint's greedy swallows and determined suckling slurped the Snake down, his grasp on that long tail became more like a handle to pace himself with, almost taunting his meal, swallowing several feet, and then dragging more back by his tail.

The frantic yells from within, not just the snake, but the Monkey as they seemed to wrestle from fright, and the heavy slosh and sway as they wrangled and wrestled in some vain attempt to pull themselves above the thick burbling slosh of former Monkey.

Mint smiled, eyes lidded as he wobbled back down the hall, punctuating every other step with a swallow and letting the snake slither his way down into his gurgling, growling gut wholly.

There was little need for his beanbag, the Dragon found as he simply lay forward onto his gut, grinning broadly. The steady struggle of the pair within, as the Monkey tried to clamber atop the Snake, trying to lift himself above the odious stew, only to be looped around, and plunged back into the glrrrning gloop, pressed down by a foot amidst the slow brush of partly digested clothes from another competitor.

And all through it, Mint moaned fondly, slowly rolling his hips to tease his engorged length against the gravid weight of the pair, rocking back and forth over them. His feet braced on the carpet as he licked his lips.

He stared hazily at the website, still up before his eyes. It might be a little crowded, but, he considered as he scrolled through the profiles again, he could probably make room for one more.

Oh yes, he considered, staring at the bright face of a brown furred, maneless lion, beaming out from his profile picture. He could make room for that one.

The Dragon stood waiting at the door, only too keen for his next snackquisition. Swaying a little from the unyielding war of the Monkey and Snake still struggling, unable to come to an agreement on safety, neither having realized the futility.

The sound of the bike pulling up, the lighter footsteps and faint consideration of the other bikes nearby.. Mint opened the door just as the bell rang.

The curiously tan-striped lion blinked at him, a delectable sight in all his trim, twinky frame and unfortunate logo'd polo. Mint smirked at the sight of the Lion's eyes roaming, and widening at the sight of the stomach threatening not to fit through the door as the Dragon stepped out.

'Uh- Y-your-' The delivery boy murmured holding up a bag. Mint grinned and shook his head as his tail plucked it from the snowy fingers. Another step, and he bumped into the Lion, slowly walking him back until he pressed the smaller form to a wall. The lion gasped, trembling at the thick slosh, the heavy mass of the gut squirming, struggling against him.

Leaning forward slowly, the Dragon grinned as he molded his immense gut about the smaller form.

'My, mine, yeah. That seems about right.' the Dragon purred as he leaned his hands on the wall above the lion, licking his lips as he slowly rocked his immense gut against the feline, earning soft mewls and a well deserved nervous tremble. 'Do you like it? That's three other guys in there, sloshing, squirming away.' Mint mused with a smile, slowly slurping along the lion's cheek with a long tongue. 'Soon to be four.' He trailed a finger down to nudge the lion's ball-cap away, cupping a cheek as he slowly opened his maw.

Only to let a raucous belch thunder over the trapped Lion. Flecking his cheeks with saliva, and all but blow-drying that mane back. Smacking his lips again, Mint groaned fondly as his gut gave a thick guooooorrrgle, demanding its dessert. 'Make sure you squirm good and hard for me. You're going to look adorable as pudge.' The Dragon growled savouringly. The Lion's eyes widened as those jaws framed his vision, eclipsed it.

His hips rocked steadily as his gut-turned-bed writhed beneath him. Three bodies in the frantic midst of survival, or prolonged, at least, Bucking, struggling against one another. Surprisingly, the snake was softening first. The Lion was putting up far better of a fight than Mint had anticipated.

Cock softly burying into the pillowy mass of his gut, as his toe-claws struggled to even brush the carpet below. The steady rock and weighty slosh, aided by the frantic, but oh so slowly ebbing struggles of his meals kept the Dragon moaning his approval, leaning in to savour the heavier growls of his gut, groaning thickly as it appeared to acknowledge being full, and could finally kick into high gear as Mint sank down atop the thrashing trio within.

Even as he felt them soften, the Dragon could feel a pressure rising, percolating up as the rich soupy bubbling of his gut, and the avid squirms of the Snake and Lion in particular built up in his gut.

With a poignant grind of his hips, the Dragon arched his back and let loose a rolling, thunderous belch that ignited at the back of his jaws. A great plume of scarlet fire illuminated the room for several seconds, before Mint sank back down into his softer, looser gut, panting with delight. Relieved for pressure and space, he licked his lips and looked over the screen once more.

Maybe a night-cap, he considered, staring at the pink face of a Moogle on the website.

His gut gave an eager '_ Guuooooorrrggle _!'