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“Alright boys, you’re up!” the burly wolverine called, waving Trey and Pierce over to him.

The muscular puma and the portly black bear standing at the front of the line grinned at each other, their hearts racing.

“Ready, bro?” Trey giddily the feline standing next to him.

“Born ready, dude! Let’s do this!” Pierce replied, beaming at the bear and clapping him on the back. “After you, man!”

Trey excitedly stepped toward the wolverine who was manning the red pop-up canopy, his dick already stiff and bobbing back and forth in front of him as he finally passed under the huge banner emblazoned with the name “Dragon’s Den”. Like Pierce and everyone else in the line behind him, the thickset bear had already deposited his clothes in one of the portable locker units in the tent after paying his fee to join the queue; the only thing he still wore was the neon green lanyard he’d received in his registration packet for the VFest Street Fair. The strap that hung from his neck had a couple badges and cards clipped to it, including one that was stamped with the word “PREY” in block lettering—Trey’s fingers trembled and he shuddered with an exhilarated thrill as he finally entered the Dragon’s Den tent and removed the lanyard, which he handed over to the wolverine, who was the only person under the canopy wearing clothes (in his case, a Dragon’s Den-branded shirt and a pair of cargo shorts).

“Thank you kindly…and you both requested regurgitation, right?” the wolverine asked as he also collected Pierce’s lanyard—the puma had followed Trey into the tent, trailing him closely enough for his erection to tap the side of the black bear’s thigh.

“Yep, that’s the plan,” Trey replied with an enthusiastic nod.

“Awesome! You’re gonna love it—although you can change your mind anytime if you want things to end differently,” the proprietor added suggestively while he hung Trey’s and Pierce’s lanyards on a nearby hook that held at least another 20 straps, all of them clipped with PREY badges as well. “Come on back and meet Ryko!”

The wolverine motioned for the bear and puma to follow him, and Trey and Pierce further entered the canopy, moving past the locker units and the tables that were stocked with t-shirts, hats, tank tops, stickers, badges, and plenty of other swag featuring variations of open jaws and drooling tongues, red-scaled stomachs that were visibly full and sagging, and a cartoon red wyvern winking and licking his lips or showing off his teeth. The trio headed towards the back of the tent, where there were stacks of plastic totes filled with surplus souvenirs, freestanding shelf units loaded with dozens of towels, and a couple benches where a rabbit, a fox, a lion, and a deer were sitting—all four of them were as naked as Trey and Pierce, and they were sopping wet with excessive drool and thin bile that pooled around their butts on the bench and their feet on the ground. But apart from looking like they’d just tumbled out of the end of a particularly slimy waterslide, they appeared perfectly unharmed, and they were amiably chatting as they used the towels they’d grabbed from one of the shelves to wipe themselves down.

Trey and Pierce nudged each other when they saw the four men on the benches, recognizing that they were the latest group to be devoured and regurgitated by the dragon who was waiting for them out in the open just beyond the opposite side of the tent.

The bear and the puma had been able to catch glimpses of the beast through the crowd as they’d made their way through the thoroughfare to the Dragon’s Den tent, and they’d seen Ryko the wyvern at work from their spots in line—they’d heartily clapped and cheered along with the rest of the onlookers as the big guy had devoured group after group of horny vore enthusiasts. But Trey and Pierce now had a totally unobstructed view of the dragon as they padded towards him, and the sight of the enormous and perpetually hungry creature made their stomachs flip, while their pulses beat even faster and their already-turgid dicks flexed involuntarily and grew even harder.

Ryko’s head alone was as huge as a couple SUVs; his wings were folded into his arms, although unfurled they would have easily encompassed a tennis court, and his sturdy and massive body was the equivalent of a medium-sized yacht. His scales were deep hues of mahogany and garnet, while his horns, facial plates, and ridge of back spikes were a dark, rich ebony that faded to ivory at their tips.

The mighty wyvern lay obediently on the grass, his angular chin and the tip of his impressive, spade-shaped snout resting a mere three feet away from a low-profile, wooden, black-painted platform that the wolverine had placed adjacent to the back of the tent. His amber eyes were already fixed intently on Trey and Pierce while the wolverine brought them to stand near the platform, although the proprietor paused and turned to address the bear and the puma before allowing them to step up onto the dais.

“Okay, ground rules: Number 1, stand on your green square at all times during the contest,” the wolverine began—he pointed at the platform, where Trey and Pierce saw two lime green boxes that had been painted on top of the small, rectangular stage. The boxes had roughly four feet of black space separating them and they were each one yard in width and length, providing just enough room for a single person to stand with their paws shoulder-width apart. “They’re more for safety—Ryko’s trained to focus on the green squares, but if you step off of yours or run off, he could go on a rampage and start trying to eat everyone around, and we don’t want that.”

Trey and Pierce snickered and nodded.

“Rule Number 2, which should be pretty obvious: First one to cum gets eaten, last to cum can choose to walk away. I’d make that Rule Number 1, but Rule Number 1 is a safety thing,” the wolverine went on. “And Rule Number 1 is…”

“Stay on the green square,” Trey and Pierce chorused together.

“Good! Rule 3: Hands only for jerking off—no rubbing on Ryko’s tongue, and no letting go of your dicks. You can use your own spit if you want, but that’s it,” the wolverine continued. “Rule 4: You’ve gotta jerk off at the same speed. No slowing down allowed, but if one of you speeds up, the other has to speed up, too. And Rule 5: If neither of you cums in 10 minutes, then no vore for you and Ryko goes hungry…and we want to keep the big guy well fed, right?”

“Ha! For sure!” Trey laughed while Pierce chuckled.

“Alright, that’s all I’ve got—good to go?” the wolverine asked.

The bear nodded as the puma flashed a thumb’s up. “Good to go!”

“Awesome—up on the stage, then.”

Trey and Pierce did as they were told, mounting the small dais in front of Ryko’s snout and getting into position on their green squares, with Trey taking the left box and Pierce taking the right. Trey gulped, significantly more excited than nervous as he first looked at the wyvern before him…and then glanced at the onlookers that had accumulated about 20 feet away and formed a loose enclosure around Ryko and the back of the Dragon’s Den tent.

VFest always drew a pretty decently-sized crowd, and while there were plenty of people still walking the festival’s main thoroughfare and checking out the other vendors (along with each other, as predators approached prey and prey suggestively sidled up to predators), the Dragon’s Den tent had attracted a committed audience. Trey figured there must have been at least 50 people standing by to observe the proceedings, and he could see there were roughly equal shares of those who were totally nude, those who were fully dressed, and those in between and sporting a wide variety of fetish gear; the demographic that he cared about more, though, was the lanyard color that everyone was wearing. And as he briefly scanned the audience, it seemed that there were also equal shares of green for prey, red for predators, purple for those who could go either way, and black for non-participants—it looked like there was a good spread of folks who wanted to see him and his friend get eaten, and he saw that they all wore fascinated (or perhaps hungry or even jealous) grins on their faces, obviously eager to enjoy the imminent feeding display.

“Gents, meet Ryko,” the wolverine said by way of introduction, distracting Trey from the crowd—the bear focused on the wyvern again as the wolverine addressed him. “Ryko, meet your new snacks!”

His eyes still on Trey and Pierce, Ryko inhaled…and his nostrils flared as he huffed—the warm and humid puff of air breezed over both the bear’s and puma’s feet and shins. Pierce’s tail bristled and twitched and Trey shivered in anticipation as his stomach flipped again.

“Hooo, man…you good, dude?” Pierce asked.

“Hell yeah, let’s go!” Trey answered after taking a steadying breath, although his heart still hammered in his chest and he grinned from ear to ear.

The wolverine chuckled, then instructed, “Hands on dicks, guys.”

The pair did as they were told, gripping the bases of their cocks and hardly believing their luck; they’d been coming to VFest for the last three years and the limited spots for Dragon’s Den had been sold out every time. But here they were at last, face-to-face with Ryko, whose snout was mere inches away…and whose belly audibly grumbled with an insatiable hunger.

“Ryko, open!” The wolverine raised a clenched fist in front of the dragon’s eyes.

At his handler’s command, Ryko breathed in, his nostrils flaring again…then opened his jaws wide, displaying his cavernous maw.

Pierce’s eyes went wide at the sight. “Whoa…”

Trey stared in awe. “Holy shit…”

Ryko’s fleshy black tongue was a massive pad of wet muscle that lay in the bottom of his mouth; long and triangular, the bluntly pointed tip of his tongue enticingly hung the rim of his jaw, already dripping a few strands of drool. The wyvern was actively salivating, too, as small puddles of spittle pooled around his tongue and glistened in the light; a row of enormous and dangerously sharp, curved teeth jutted up from his gums, and more thick cables of drool spanned the space between his jaws while saliva dripped in beautifully tantalizing gossamer strings from his fangs and the ridges of his hard palate. The insides of his cheeks were as black and dark gray as his tongue and gums, and the angles of Ryko’s jaws naturally drew the eye towards the back of his mouth—Trey and Pierce couldn’t help but look on, almost hypnotized by the incredible view of the dragon’s maw: beyond the far edge of his tongue, the muscles of the wyvern’s throat gaped open, with his gorgeously rotund uvula dangling over the enthralling and chasm-like entrance to his esophagus…and as his hot, fetid breath washed over Trey and Pierce, he exhaled with a gurgling (and obviously ravenous) rumble, making the moist, muscular flaps of his pharynx vibrate alluringly.

“Oh my god…yo, you sure you’re up for this?” Trey asked as the dragon moved forward slightly into the empty space between them; both the bear’s and puma’s dicks now hung just inside Ryko’s jaws, perfectly positioned for the two men to cum in his mouth and have their loads land on his tongue.

“Fuck yeah, dude—can’t really say you’ve been to VFest if you haven’t been eaten by a bigass dragon…unless…you’re not chickening out on me, are you bro?” Pierce asked with a provocative grin.

Trey snickered. “Heh, oh no, I’m all in, man—just making sure you’re still on board. No backing out now, though,” he added as he started pumping his hand along his cock at a moderate pace.

“Oh shit! Dude, not fair!” Pierce yelped, forced to match the tempo of his friend’s stroking.

“Ha! Well, that starts the 10-minute countdown, guys,” the wolverine said, consulting his watch before he stepped to the side to observe the proceedings. “Best of luck!”

Fap, fap, fap, fap…

Standing on either side of the gaping maw that had opened between them, Trey and Pierce maintained their tempo, smoothly stroking their dicks while they stared the dragon in the mouth and the crowd whistled and clapped at the show. Trey’s eyes roamed over Ryko’s tongue, watching it seductively wriggle and keeping an eye on how the sphincter of his esophagus expanded and contracted. Although as he listened to the audience watching him, the bear could only imagine that some of the folks gathered around had probably placed bets on him versus Pierce. Likewise, the majority of Pierce’s attention was fixed on the drool dripping from Ryko’s jaws and the way the wyvern’s heavy, hot, and mildly stinking breath continued washing over him and teasing the sensitive bare skin of his cock. But as he continued stroking his member, the mountain lion had no doubt at all that more than a few guys in the crowd were touching themselves and fantasizing about standing where he stood now…

“Grrrrlghh…” Another hungry rumble emanated from the wyvern’s throat.

Fap, fap, fap, fap…

“Ffuuuck,” the bear moaned.

“Beautiful, right?” the mountain line murmured.

“Ungh…for real…so awesome…his breath feels so good…”

“Shit yeah…smells amazing, too…”

Trey had to resist the urge to stroke any faster—he was so turned on and his balls were aching for release already, but he wanted to enjoy the view for as long as he could…and that meant forcing himself to stay at the steady (albeit upbeat) meter that he had set for himself and Pierce.

Fap, fap, fap, fap…

However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with his friend and tease himself just a little further in the process.

“Mmm…man, it’s gonna be hot watching you disappear down that big guy’s throat,” he murmured.

The mountain lion snickered while he continued jerking off, matching the bear’s rhythm flawlessly. “Hehe, I was—mmf—gonna say the same thing about you…think he’s gonna eat you feet-first, though…let you get one last look at daylight before you slide down his gullet…”

Fap, fap, fap, fap…

Trey grunted. “Ngh! What makes you think I’m gonna be the one who gets eaten, bro?”

Pierce chuckled. “Oh, you think I’m gonna cum first?”

“Mmhmm, definitely.”

Pierce smirked deviously. “Heh, well, let’s put that to the test…”

Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap-fap…

The mountain lion started stroking faster, vigorously pumping his hand up and down along his hot and turgid shaft.

“Uuungh, duuuuude,” Trey groaned as he sped up to match his friend’s new tempo.

“Ha! You were saying?” Pierce quipped.

Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap-fap…

The two men were beating their meat more vigorously now, their dicks rock hard and throbbing in their hands. A bead of precum oozed out of Trey’s urethra and he accidentally smeared it on his palm—in doing so, he inadvertently greased up his own shaft, reducing the friction and making it easier for his hand to slickly glide along his length.

“Mmmf…still think you’re gonna cum before me, bro,” Trey huffed.

“Yeah? What—nnf—makes you say that?” Pierce grunted.

Trey managed to catch a glimpse of his friend’s arousal hovering just over the rim of Ryko’s scaly lips. The puma’s cock was just as stiff as his own and, as Pierce kept jerking off at the same speed, the bear noticed a thin, clear string of precum that dripped from the feline’s engorged glans…and landed on the dragon’s tongue, immediately mixing with the bubbly and viscous saliva that had pooled in Ryko’s open mouth.

Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap-fap…

“You’ve—mm—been dreaming about this forever, man,” Trey murmured, trying not to stroke his cock any faster as he attempted to goad his friend into being the first to blow. “Big ol’ dragon maw right in your face…got a crowd watching you try not to lose it, but knowing…you’re gonna cum one last time before you get eaten…and knowing that the big guy’s gonna grab you after you shoot your load on his tongue…get you covered in drool…and swallow you whole…keep you in his belly for a while…before he pukes you out…but there’s still the chance he might not…might keep you in there instead to digest…”

Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap-fap…

Pierce tilted his head back as he moaned in pleasure. “Ffuuuck dude…so fuckin’ hot…but…sure you’re not talking…about yourself?”

Trey grunted. “Nah, man…you want it so bad…”

Pierce snickered. “Hehe, nope…pretty sure you want it more than me…you really, really wanna get eaten…you’ve been looking forward to this all year…thinking about finding a big pred who can swallow you…nothing better than a dragon for that…and I think,” the puma continued, still stroking his cock as he tilted his head to look past the open dragon’s mouth and fix his gaze squarely on Trey, “you don’t wanna get puked up at all.”

Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap-fap…

Trey’s cock flexed hard in his hand as he kept pumping; as much as he tried not to betray himself, his voice quavered as when he asked, “Mmf! Whuh…what’d you mean?”

The mountain lion smirked smugly. “I think…you’re starting to get closer than you wanna admit…and you can’t stop thinking about cumming…because it means you’re the one who’s gonna get eaten…Ryko’s gonna get you in his mouth…and gulp you down…you’re gonna slide down his throat and into his stomach…and you want him to digest you…you really wanna get churned up in there and get turned into dragon pudge…you know, you could tell the boss man that’s what you want instead,” Pierce suggested, jerking his head over at the wolverine who was keeping an eye on them and on his watch. “He said you could change your mind…you don’t wanna get regurgitated…you wanna stay in there and get melted down, right?”

“Mmm…ngh!” Trey could only grunt, and in spite of how much he wanted Pierce to cum first…he couldn’t help himself and started jerking his cock even faster.

Fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap…

“Yeeeeaah, man!” Pierce matched Trey’s speed, although he could tell that the black bear was definitely going to beat him to the finish line. It was obvious in how erratic Trey was breathing, how he was starting to thrust with his hips, and how his legs were starting to quiver. And, of course, he saw thin strings of precum drip from Trey’s member and bounce back and forth as they dangled from his cockhead…before snapping and falling to Ryko’s tongue below. “You want it so bad…dude, you’re leaking so much…heh, face it…you’re dragon food, right?”

“Mmmngh…yeeesss,” Trey moaned unashamedly, knowing in his heart that his friend was right.

“Hehe, yeah, say it, bro!”

“I’m—hgnh!—I’m dragon food! Oh fuck, I’m dragon food!” the black bear lewdly and emphatically moaned. His hand flew up and down along his cock; he was so wet now due to all the precum he’d been slathering all over his shaft, and more leaked from his urethra. He was so close, nearing the point of no return, he just had to keep going for a little longer…he didn’t care about cumming second anymore—no, he wanted to cum first, he had to cum first, he had to get down Ryko’s throat!

Fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap…

“Rrrrghghgh…ghghrrrrrghgh…” Ryko rumbled again.

“Ungh! Ooooh fffuuuuck,” Trey grunted needily as the dragon’s steamy breath tickled and teased his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it man, keep it up…cum in front of all these people,” Pierce grunted encouragingly. “Ryko’s gonna eat you for sure at this rate…are you gonna squirm or let him gulp you down?”

Trey gasped, “Squirm…fuck, I wanna squirm…I wanna be good food and squirm in his throat! And in his stomach, too…f-fuck, man!” The hefty black bear bucked his hips into his hand, madly stroking his cock now.

Fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap…

Pierce’s hand was pumping just as fast, just as hard, but he managed to hold back, keeping himself away from the precipice that Trey was already sprinting towards. “Yeah…wriggle all the way down into his gullet and belly…what do you think…still wanna get puked up…or gonna—hgnh!—gonna let him digest you?”

In the heat of the moment, Trey didn’t even hesitate—dancing on the edge of release now, he knew with absolute certainty what he wanted. “Oh fuck! Fuck, I wanna get digested…I wanna be part of him so bad! Please, let him digest me!”

Pierce grunted triumphantly. “Mmph! Yeah! Hear that, boss?” he asked the wolverine. “He wants to get digested!”

The dragon’s handler chuckled. “Hehe, he’s got it! Ryko could use some extra fuel in the tank.”

Fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap…

That was enough to propel Trey within spitting distance of his orgasm. “Mmm, fuck! I…I want it…I want him to eat me…want him to churn me up…wanna…melt away…in his stomach!”

Pierce looked over at Trey again—just a little over five minutes into jerking off into the dragon’s mouth, and the bear was already a sweaty, shaky mess. “Go for it, man,” the mountain line purred. “Cum and let him eat you…I wanna watch you…sliiiide…down his throat!”

That was all Trey needed to hear—the pressure in his loins skyrocketed and the stimulation became too much to withstand as his balls drew up tight.

Fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap…

“Aw fuck!” Trey cried and shuddered as he slammed his hand down against his groin and his cock spasmed at last—thick arcs of cum spurted from his urethra and landed with soft, wet splats on Ryko’s waiting, drooling tongue, his cock throwing down rope after rope of gooey, translucent white streaks on the hot, black muscle. “Aaawww ffuuuuuck!”

The bear could hardly hear the cheers and applause of the crowd, nor could he fully register the thundering of his own pulse or his own howls of ecstasy while he came—his orgasm at that moment was more intense than any other he’d ever experienced, and for a moment all he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears as his mind went blissfully blank. The rest of the world seemed to suddenly disappear as his climax overwhelmed him.

“Hngh! Hngh! Aaaaw…fuuuck! Aaaah…hnnngh!”

Trey’s knees trembled and threatened to give out, but he thrust his hips and bucked into his hand, shooting his load as far as he could while his thighs rhythmically bumped against Ryko’s jaw. He closed his eyes and moaned, submitting entirely to the bliss of his orgasm. He panted laboriously and his cock jerked again…and again…and again before the intense spurts of cum tapered to an ooze that dripped from his member. And even as the raging flow of hormones began to ebb and he was left basking in the afterglow, Trey didn’t pay attention to whatever it was that Pierce was saying now…or to whatever the wolverine was now calling out…or to the fact that the crowd was now clapping and cheering even more loudly…

“Oh fuck…whuuuffff…” Trey fell still and kept his eyes closed, focusing now on breathing as he started to recover in his post-orgasmic stupor…although now something did manage to make a blip on his radar.

He couldn’t feel Ryko’s jaw resting against his thighs…and the dragon’s moist and heavy breath wasn’t coming at him from just his front anymore—it was wafting down on him from above now, rolling down over the top of his head and shoulders…along with a few weighty, viscous globs of drool that landed on Trey’s muzzle and clavicle before dripping over his body…

Still holding his tingling, overstimulated cock in his hand, Trey opened his eyes at last and peeked upward to see Ryko’s gaping maw looming over him. He saw tongue, teeth, gums, saliva, and the opening of the dragon’s throat, all hanging above him, hoving mere inches over his head for just a moment that seemed to last a lifetime…before Ryko lunged down.

“Ah! Oooh! Mmm!” Trey could only moan and cry out in pleasure as the huge wyvern grabbed him between his teeth and lifted him from the stage in his jaws.

The ground fell away from the black bear and his feet kicked uselessly while he embraced the enormous tongue that now pressed against his face and torso. Drool immediately began seeping into his fur, he was practically smothered in hot breath, and all he could hear was Ryko’s rumbling and growling…and Trey moaned again. He turned his head as best as he could and, through the angled opening of Ryko’s jaws (which was lined with teeth), managed to catch a glimpse of the outside world—Trey saw the wolverine raising a hand and part of the crowd behind him…but then Ryko lifted him even higher.

Ryko’s teeth jabbed into the bear’s thick stomach, though the dragon used a mere fraction of his bite force—he wasn’t biting with anywhere near enough power to actually break skin or crush bones, but merely enough to hold Trey securely between his fangs as he raised his massive head, following his handler’s command to play with his food…and flung the bear upwards, swinging him into the air and releasing him like a trebuchet.

“Whoa!” Spent as he was from having just cum, Trey still felt the brief rush of adrenaline as he became weightless for a moment when Ryko tossed him up in the air. His stomach flipped and he tumbled and twisted over himself…before he fell again, now feet-first. “Aah!” Trey grunted in shock at the sight of the open maw rushing up to meet him, the sharp fangs and curled tongue, the drool and open throat, the hot breath—

SNAP!

Trey’s world instantly went dark when, in the blink of an eye, Ryko caught him completely in his mouth and shut his jaws. Safely and securely sealed within Ryko’s muzzle, the bear squirmed and struggled to sit up, but it was impossible in the coffin-like (though comfortable and arousing) confines of the dragon’s mouth—there was just barely enough room to breathe, and even that was a challenge due to how tightly Ryko was holding him. Trey’s back rested on the wyvern’s tongue, which cushioned him like a waterbed, conforming to his posture perfectly…before it began undulating. The soft yet powerful muscle dexterously rolled him from side to side and curled around him as it pressed him up against the roof of Ryko’s mouth, compressing the bear as the dragon suckled on him, and Trey moaned at the sensation—it was so alien and new, yet so exotically stimulating to have such a huge predator sucking on him like a piece of candy. In the pitch black, stifling space of Ryko’s mouth, thick and slimy spit filled the bear’s ears, eyes, mouth, and nostrils, and Trey gasped for air as his cock (which had flagged for a moment, but was back to a semi now) began to grind against the pronounced, fleshy ridges of the wyvern’s hard palate. The top of his head pressed against the backside of the wyvern’s teeth while his feet were oriented towards Ryko’s throat, and Trey grunted as he tried to grab onto something, anything, for support…but everything was too slippery for him to get any kind of purchase.

Pierce—and the rest of the crowd—could only watch in amazement as Ryko rolled his head, savoring his latest meal. The mountain lion watched the wyvern swish Trey from side to side within his muzzle…before Ryko lowered his head again so he was looking directly at Pierce.

The mountain lion locked eyes with the dragon, staring into the huge amber irises and the depths of the black, vertical, predatory pupils…and then Pierce noticed that Ryko’s lips were curled up in a devious smile.

In the dragon’s closed muzzle, Trey felt the suction around him grow even stronger, and Ryko’s tongue shifted, pushing him forward. The bear shuddered when his toes grazed the more pliable tissues of Ryko’s soft palate and his heels dangled over the back edge of the dragon’s tongue. He was just on the verge of entering the mighty beast’s throat, his soles now pressing on Ryko’s closed sphincter…then…the ring of muscle opened and Ryko softly gulped, beginning to gently but inexorably draw him into his esophagus.

“Uuuungh!” Trey moaned lewdly as his feet entered the warm and slimy tunnel. He writhed euphorically, unable to resist the pull of Ryko’s throat even if he’d wanted to.

His feet slipped deeper, smoothly gliding through the fleshy aperture of Ryko’s esophagus…then his calves…his knees…his thighs…and his groin, which prompted another moan from Trey as his cock and balls slid against the mucosal membrane of Ryko’s throat…

Outside, Pierce watched Ryko open his jaws wide again and roll out his tongue, granting the mountain lion a front-row view of Trey’s upper half sticking out of his throat.

“Holy shit,” Pierce breathed—the whole time, he’d kept his hand on his stiff cock, still slowly stroking to tease himself, and the sight of Trey absolutely covered in drool and half-consumed made his erection flex hard in his hand.

Trey felt the sunlight and fresh air, and he tilted his head back and squinted, trying to see past Ryko’s jaws—his eyes were still covered in spit, blurring his vision, but he could just make out the form of Pierce gazing back at him.

“Uungh…P-Pierce…shit, dude…this is the best! Feels…so fuckin’ good!” Trey gasped, the dragon’s thick drool bubbling on his lips as he spoke.

“Hell yeah…enjoy it, bro…you look so good getting eaten,” Pierce murmured lustfully, even enviously; he wanted so badly to swap places with the bear right then and there, he wanted to be the one on the verge of being consumed…but seeing his friend in such a precarious position was just as satisfying, too.

“Hufff…I wanna…fuck, I wanna get digested…I’m just…dragon food…just…” Trey mumbled hazily before—

GULP!

With a powerful swallow, Ryko’s muscles contracted and smoothly pulled the black bear deeper into his throat—Trey’s stomach, chest, and shoulders quickly disappeared, and he had enough time for one last gasp of “Guh!” before his head vanished with a wet slurp through the fleshy sphincter. His raised arms and hands were the last to go, his drool-covered fingers gently tugging futilely at Ryko’s slippery and slimy flesh…before they slipped through and disappeared, too.

GULP!

Ryko swallowed again before he allowed the muscles of his throat to relax once more, letting the entrance to his esophagus gape open…there wasn’t a trace of the bear left. He was simply gone.

“Oh fuck…ooooh ffffuuuuck yeah, Trey!” Pierce moaned as Ryko closed his mouth and raised his head again, showing off the underside of his neck—there, Pierce could see the bulge of his friend sliding down the wyvern’s throat, smoothly making his way towards his chest…although the mountain lion could see the subtle shifts and wriggles in the lump, evidence of his friend being good dragon food and squirming on the way down to his final destination.

From Trey’s perspective, the fleshy opening of Ryko’s throat had simply closed around him and his world went dark again as he slipped feet-first into the wyvern’s gullet. Now sliding down the warm and tight tunnel that hugged him so intimately, he bucked his hips and floundered with his arms and legs as best as he could, grunting as he savored the experience of being nothing but good food for the magnificent beast. He’d fantasized about this moment for so long, but now, having actually been gulped down like he was nothing but a snack, passing through Ryko’s upper digestive tract and being dragged along by the dragon’s natural peristaltic motion…it was all so much better than he’d ever imagined, so incredibly arousing, so intensely gratifying…

Fuck, he was on the edge of cumming again already, refractory period be damned—his cock throbbed hard as it slid against the smooth tissues of Ryko’s esophagus, and he humped hard, trying to work himself up to another orgasm…

“Hehe, he must really be enjoying himself,” the wolverine observed as he and Pierce watched the lump in Ryko’s neck lightly bounce and jostle back and forth…before it sank lower and disappeared into the wyvern’s chest.

Trey couldn’t hear anything from the outside world, though. In addition to the sounds of his own panting and the soft schlopping of spit and mucus, his ears were filled with the loud and steady ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump of Ryko’s heartbeat as he entered the wyvern’s chest and moved ever closer to the wyvern’s stomach…his new home…which he soon entered with a soft squish and squelch as he passed through the tight esophageal sphincter.

“Ungh! Hngh! Hngh!” Trey huffed as he climaxed again—the squeeze from the ring of muscle around his body (in addition to the realization that he’d reached Ryko’s belly) pushed him over the edge, and even though he had barely any cum left in his balls, he still managed to push out a small spurt of semen, which quickly mixed with the rest of drool, mucus, and bile that now covered his fur as he slipped into the dragon’s stomach.

Trey groaned, satisfied as he splashed into the thick, sludgy bile at last. He lay there, resting, catching his breath, and simply enjoying how the viscous goop lapped at his sides, how oppressively sweltering and cramped the dank organic chamber was, how pitch black it was…how comforting Ryko’s heartbeat was…yes, even with the dragon’s stomach muscles making their low gurgling in the dark, and even with the stink that filled his nose, Trey felt perfectly at home. He never wanted to leave…and, with a euphoric giggle and exhilarated grin, he realized that he never would leave—he’d said he wanted to be digested, after all, and he had no intention of changing his mind now…he wanted to be nothing but protein and pudge for the dragon who’d eaten him…

Ryko growled—whether satisfied by his meal or with a note of smug superiority, Pierce couldn’t tell, but the dragon’s rumbling made the mountain lion shiver all the same as the huge beast lowered his head to the ground once more. Ryko rested his chin just in front of Pierce, who still stood on his green square on the low platform and teasingly stroked his cock, his stiff arousal throbbing as hard as ever.

“You think your friend’s still good with being digested?” the wolverine asked.

The mountain lion smirked. “Oh yeah, he’s been wanting that for a while—just had to get to the point of actually saying it, you know?”

The wolverine nodded understandingly. “I get a lot of folks like that—they come here thinking they want to get regurgitated and then decide they just want to stay in there forever. Can’t blame ‘em, it’s a pretty sweet deal, getting to jerk off and then just…melt away without a care in the world.” He sighed wistfully, then looked at Pierce again. “What about you? Want to join your buddy or do you want your lanyard back?”

The puma didn’t even need to think about it; having his lanyard returned to him would allow him to keep enjoying everything else VFest had to offer, but after watching Trey get devoured, Pierce knew there was only one place he really wanted to be. “Oh, I’m gonna join him for sure.”

“Hehe, nice, think the audience is going to love that,” the wolverine replied, nodding towards the crowd still gathered around them. “Do you want to cum first?”

Pierce shook his head. “Nah—I wanna pump a load into Trey in Ryko’s stomach…before he digests us both.”

The wolverine snickered. “Mmm, good plan! Alright—Ryko, open!”

At his handler’s command, the wyvern opened his mouth again, and Pierce didn’t hesitate to crawl into the slimy, humid cavern. He let go of his cock and sank to his hands and knees on Ryko’s tongue, then onto his stomach, pulling himself forward and coating his front in dragon spit.

“Grrrrlghh…” Ryko rumbled hungrily as the muscular feline passed between his jaws.

“Mmm…hmmmf…ooh, so good,” Pierce moaned and murmured—as he continued crawling forward, he licked and kissed Ryko’s tongue, lapping at the thick, warm pad beneath him. He pressed his hips to it, too, grinding his cock against the slimy tongue’s surface…and he moaned when the pointed tip of Pierce’s tongue curled up behind him and dug in between his spread legs, slathering his balls with saliva, rubbing his taint…and dragging over his puckered ass. “Ooooh! Mmmm!”

Pierce kept his tail raised and his legs spread, giving the dragon as much access as possible to taste and tease him. More drool landed on Pierce’s back and pooled around him as he hugged Ryko’s tongue and nuzzled it with his cheeks and nose, coating his face in the thick saliva…

“Rrghghrrr…hrrrrghghgh,” Ryko growled again.

Pierce shuddered as the dragon’s breath washed over him, and he looked up, gazing at the back of Ryko’s mouth—his esophagus gaped wide and gurgled softly, beckoning the mountain lion deeper, before the dragon’s throat closed again.

Pierce dragged himself forward, and Ryko’s tongue pushed him along from behind, the tip of it even slipping past his sphincter and into his ass. The feline purred appreciatively at the slimy penetration, and soon he was pressing his face into the closed aperture of the dragon’s throat…before Ryko’s tongue rolled up and fluidly pushed him forward.

GULP!

The dragon’s esophagus opened and Ryko effortlessly swallowed, sending Pierce headfirst into his gullet. Pierce moaned as he sank into the dark, fleshy slide of Ryko’s throat—his upper torso glided through the narrow passage, followed by his hips, his groin (with his erection grinding over the soft, moist, squishy tissues), his thighs, his knees and calves, his twitching tail…and his his feet, with his toes curled, disappeared beyond the rear edge of Ryko’s tongue, vanishing completely.

The audience that had been watching clapped and cheered at the feeding display—Ryko closed his mouth and licked his lips. The mountain lion he’d just consumed was now nothing but a lump in his throat, and it easily slid down the length of his throat, occasionally twitching as it descended…before disappearing into his chest. With a shake of his head and a cat-like stretch of his back and legs, Ryko settled comfortably in the grass again. His wolverine handler approached to affectionately pat his cheek and stroke the scales of his snout.

“Good boy, Ryko…did you get something tasty in your belly?” the wolverine crooned.

“Rrrgh…urrph!” Ryko rumbled contentedly, then belched softly as he leaned into his handler’s scratches and pets.

“Hehe, good boy,” the wolverine murmured again. “You just take it easy for a little bit while you digest…not too fast, though, they’re going to have a little more fun before they settle down…”

The wolverine glanced down at Ryko’s large belly—it didn’t hang any lower or look swollen at all while it rose and fell in time with the wyvern breathing in and out. There was no outward sign of the two men he’d just devoured…

But the wolverine’s trained eye easily spotted the subtle quivering and shaking of Ryko’s abdomen, and he could just make out the faintest of muffled cries and groans through the layers of fat, muscle, and scales that clung to the beast’s body. The wolverine chuckled, knowing that inside the cramped den of Ryko’s stomach, the puma was already frantically fucking his pudgy ursine friend one last time, desperately screwing his pal’s brains out in the pursuit of one last chance to get his rocks off. He’d seen it time and time again with so many of the prey who willingly fed themselves to Ryko at every vore event he went to—the ones who opted not to get regurgitated would hump like rabbits for a few minutes…then inevitably climax and fall still in post-coital bliss. Then they’d settle into a happy stupor, marinating in the soupy bile that covered them…before they’d pass out, cuddled up together in an eternal embrace, euphoric as they accepted their doom and soothed to sleep by the hungry gurglings and rumblings of the wyvern’s belly…and then meet their fate as they painlessly melted away in the bubbling, churning pit of the beast’s gut…

“Rrrghghrgh…urph!” Ryko belched again after a particularly noticeable tremor in his stomach.

“Hehe…won’t be long now,” the wolverine observed with a grin.