The Flock's Defender
Another personal project of mine, please enjoy!
CW for vore, digestion, feral
The Flock's Defender
It was just before evening, the valley teemed with life. Birds sang from the trees, deer pranced through the fields of goldenrod and a flock of sheep minded their own business, grazing in an area fenced off from the rest. Then a roar shattered the peace, scattering the deer and silencing the birds. But the sheep didn't seem to react much more than looking in the direction of the sound.
A dragon, slender and agile, with orange and brown scales was flying fast towards the still, unperturbed sheep. That should have been the dragon's first clue that something was off. However, the yearling dragon was more interested in his next meal than any wisdom that might slow him down.
He chose his mark, a plump female that looked particularly distracted by her lamb headbutting her flank playfully. The dragon descended into a dive, claws out, ready to snatch the sheep and fly off. A flash of white and he was on the ground with an immense weight holding him down. He opened his eyes as a thick glob of drool dripped onto his face. He was looking straight into the eyes of a huge white dog.
“Hey!" He shouted, his voice not nearly as deep or intimidating as an adult of his species. “What's the big idea you stupid mutt?!"
The dog, a Great Pyrenees with its signature white coat and perpetual smile just leaned down and gave the dragon a big lick across his face. It wasn't an affectionate one, the dragon realized, the dog was tasting him. Never mind that the dragon was about twice the dog's height, it was planning to eat him.
“No! Stop that!"
Continued silence from the dog as he held the dragon down, tasting his vibrant scales. A soft growl escaped from it and the realization hits the dragon much like the dog did.
“You're the guard dog," He immediately humbles himself before the monolith of white who has battled wolves and bears with the scars to prove it, “I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't know this flock was protected. I was just hungry."
The dog seemed to pick up on fear and remorse from the dragon, but it couldn't risk not punishing dangerous predators who dare to try and take one of his sheep. More would come and it knew it couldn't take on dragons much larger than this one, so the dog decided to go ahead with its protocol for dealing with any danger to his flock.
The dragon saw the resolution in its eyes and heard the muffled grumblings of a hungry dog. There was no escape, no matter how hard he struggled, the dog's weight was like a vice holding him to the ground. And as its gaping mouth opened in front of him and the hot dog breath washed over him, he surrendered. He closed his eyes and whimpered softly as the warm, humid maw engulfed his head. Loud gulps echoed around him; his ears rang with the sounds of a big dog devouring an even bigger dragon.
The dog, now with the dragon's head firmly locked in his throat, pulled its weight from him and dragged its prey along so it would be in line with it. The dragon was now lying on his belly, his head engulfed in warmth and now much more comfortable.
The weight lifting was a relief for him and now he was positioned to be easy prey to the dog, which made the entire process more relaxed. The dog's throat latched onto him and pulled him in. Gulp by drawn-out gulp brought his long neck in and brought his shoulders up to its jowls. The dragon sensed his fate would only be made more painful if he resisted so he folded his wings in and relaxed.
The dog's practiced mouth stretched to accommodate the dragon's shoulders and gave some rewarding licks around the submissive prey for making the whole process easier for it. It lay down on the soft grass and relaxed as well, bringing the dragon's abdomen in and reaching his hind legs and tasting his sensitive thighs.
The dragon twitched and giggled at the licks. His tail wagged a bit as he started enjoying the warm, if a bit acrid, sauna around him and the ministrations of the ruthless but not entirely heartless guard dog. A moment later he felt his legs get swallowed down. He had to curl up pretty tight to fit in its stomach, but it thankfully stretched around him quite well. His tailed followed soon afterwards and he was now totally in the dog's belly, and not totally bummed out about being digested.
“Murr…" His sounds of delight were muffled by the layers of dog fat, but it could feel the vibrations and lack of violent struggle as the dog slowly got up and walked back to his vantage point on top of a small mound. His full belly swayed under him and made him lay on his side as he watched over his flock, which seemed to recognize his actions protecting them. A few of the older females even climbed up onto the mound with him and snuggled up as evening turned to dusk. Soft gurgles escaped his belly as the dragon fell asleep and let the slowly building acids keep him.