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“My dear Foxy, your mettle is like no other. I bare no good tidings today. My beloved son, Kol, he’s been taken captive! This was no bandit nor other Ne'er-do-well. It was none other than the despicable dragon. That accursed Augustus. You need no introduction of said fiend. You know him well, yes? Certainly many knights have been passed the tale of his terrors.” A regal lemur sat upon a golden throne. His arms folded in towards his chin. There was no gaze more piercing than his dark emerald eyes. A stare shot at the armored fox, the lemur awaiting a reply.

“Yea sir! I’ve heard of such yarns spun. I shall slay the salacious beast. We will feast and be merry! Your prince shall suffer his clutches no longer. My sword shall pierce his foul hide. I will bring you good tidings my liege. I kneel only to the fairest king.” Foxy kneeled down towards the lemur. Bowing his head dutifully.

“Actions squeal louder than pigs. Make that dragon bellow a death howl louder than the largest swine! Bring back your victory. Your reward will be grander than a dead dragon.” The lemur pointed out towards the door with a confident smile. “May the horizon bring your glory, my beautiful knight.”

“Thank you my liege, disappointment isn’t in my blood. I shall make this beast run red with it.” Foxy hurried his feet out the doors. His armor clanked with every hasty step. Eventually he reached the maw of the beast’s lair. A massive chasm, a gash in the towering mountainside.

Not a single light peaked from the gaping abyss. Foxy reached through his bag and pulled out a torch. Igniting the torch, he ventured forth into the dimly lit darkness. The deeper he went there was an odd sound that grew louder. Almost like a thud but a bit softer, mushy.

There was a massive opening before the fox. Cautiously treading forward he saw it. Brown, several bones mashed together, it was dragon dung. Unmistakable by the sheer size and length of the mound. A green scaly rear was right above it. Foxy had discovered the dragon, seeing his massive ass and balls. The fox tried to stifle his surprised yelp at the foul sight.

“Oh so his savior comes far too late. Your prince met quite the fate. Him and I arranged a date. Destiny called to him to which he sowed the seed. My stomach he did indeed feed. Well that all did happen after I showed him how we dragons breed. You should’ve seen him filled with my spunk. Oh how your prince loved my junk. He was quite the hunk. Here he comes now.” That behemoth of a dragon murmured. A flower crown peaked out of the dragon’s hole and indeed there was the skeleton. Foxy knew it was Kol. Those lemur bones were quite distinct. The fox quivered like a leaf.

“Y-you dreadful fiend! You foul tongued, handsome, serpent. I shall make thou repent. My blade seeks your throat! Your glorious asshole and cock don’t tempt a pure knight! I shall be victorious in this fight!” The fox’s voice wobbled, his eyes sold a different story. His gaze wouldn’t leave any of the visible curves that defined the dragon’s form.

“You speak with a sharp tongue yet your heart beats for my body. Oh how naughty. I fear your journey ends here. I shall make thou disappear. Do not fear. Do not bemoan or behest. I, Augustus, am simply the best.” The dragon turned around, his head facing Foxy’s dim torch. Those sharp red eyes pierced a mocking gaze into the fox. His jaws parted, strands of saliva clung to dark red flesh. Another abyss staring back at Foxy, a red carpet of definite death.

Hesitation was a thick lump forming in the fox’s throat. That tongue had to be at least as wide as some of the roads in his hometown. Those jaws stretched wider than any gate he had ever seen. Those teeth were sharper than any dagger he had polished. A stench of decay crept from the back of the dragon’s throat. A countless sea of dead whispered their fates through the slick entrance towards demise. A glistening cavern of murder stared into the fox’s rapidly drumming heart.

Yet Foxy’s hand curiously rubbed against Augustus’ thick tongue. The coarse yet simultaneously soft and squishy texture tickled the fox’s fur. A deep warmth, a beckoning heat puffed from the back of the dragon’s throat. Augustus’ tongue coiled around the fox’s crotch. A soft moan ached from his black lips. The knight’s orange fluff stood up at the sensation.

His body began to buckle at the thought of being a heap of dragon shit. That his body would be beaten down and digested. Yet the sheer vastness of the dragon was swallowing all sane thoughts. A behemoth of a beast, a clawed monster, those dark red eyes promised a horrid fate. Yet there was an allure to the call of the void. Like a new purpose wiggling its way into his mind, blocking the path the fox had set.

“Make a choice before I make one for you. My patience dwindles like the heat of stew. Perhaps I should offer something to sweeten the deal with my meal. I rarely speak to my food so consider yourself privileged, so here’s my appeal. Orgasm, pleasure, euphoria, I shall let you paint my tongue, knight. That’s right. Think of that in spite of your death. Perhaps that orgasm shall carry you in your final breath.

His survival instincts had utterly depleted. Perhaps not quite defeated. It was more like the fox willfully surrendered himself. That fluffy face of his leaned down onto the tongue. His smaller body crawled onto the thick appendage. That slender figure was utterly miniscule in comparison to the vast amount of flesh on that thick dragon tongue.

It was warm, wet, all encompassing, the fox looked toward the roof of those jaws. He winced at the thought of it squeezing down on him. That it could crush him so easily. A wet sensation interrupted his thought. The dragon had lapped away at his meal. Each lick caused the fox to shudder at the sensation

Augustus started slathering that armor off the fox’s body. That dexterous tongue stripped off any lasting sense of honor. First his upper body was completely naked, he shivered at the wet sensation of drool sticking to his fur.

Foxy clutched to his drool soaked body and felt a stiffening sebastian. He was unmistakably hard from those teasing licks. “Mmff, listen to me clear, dragon. Thee sprouted my erection, thou must keep up the deal. I’m going to give thee a deep indigestion if thou doesn’t cause my seed to spill.” A deep growl bellowed from Augustus. That pathetic threat nearly made him laugh but part of him did take it seriously. That swift tongue latched onto his lower armor.

With a tug and pull that coarse tongue twisted away the remnants of Foxy’s covering. An unwrapped treat, completely bare to any assault. Yet that tongue only touched around his bare rump. A curious appendage exploring the taste of his newly bare meal.

The dragon slammed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Firmly squishing the fox to the roof of his maw. Foxy could feel the raw intensity, how easily he could be crushed without being chewed on and it made him moan. He couldn’t but hump into Augustus’ tongue.

Chewing, gnawing, mashing the fox’s body in his tongue, Augustus indulgently tasted the fox. Foxy kept yelping helplessly as his tiny body was smushed in the dragon’s jaws. Yet his twitching cock oozed a story of pleasure. Being so effortlessly toyed with left the fox eagerly humping that tongue. “Oh thy tongue is divine. An orgasm, one last eruption would be sublime. Oh dear dragon let my seed paint thine tongue.”

Embarrassment had long left the fox. Sheer elation as his small frame writhed into the wetness. It only further pleasured him. Foxy whimpered with weary delight. An almost hazy pleasure had completely consumed all logic. If his survival instincts weren’t already inactive his humps buried them deep in the dirt.

Augustus practically chuffed in laughter at the fox’s submission. That tongue continued to lap over the fox’s cock and ass. Getting a good raunchy taste of his eager meal. He’d start pushing the fox towards the end of his open throat. Yet his teasing didn’t stop, up, down, left, right, left, right, smushing his meal around, swishing it like a breath mint. Euphoria didn’t quite grasp the energetic moans erupting from the fox’s voice. Once more Foxy was pushed to the back of the beast’s gullet. The entrance to his doom gazed at him.

Huffing at the sight, the fox finally came. His pulsing dick splattering cum across the tongue. Some of it stuck to Foxy as he whined softly from the sheer elation. Augustus pushed him into his gullet.

The dragon had fun with his toy. A gulp started to pull the fox down into the darkness. No more light was emitted through the tight tunnel. Drumming into his ears was the sound of the steady heartbeat from the dragon. Each squelching sound furthered Foxy’s ecstasy.

In spite of Foxy’s small stature in comparison to the dragon, that throat clutched on his body tightly. Each muscle worked diligently on snaking down the fox’s figure. Augustus ran a finger along the bulge in his greedy gullet.

Inching deeper and deeper. A long tube of flesh, the deep drum of the dragon’s heart thumped. Louder and louder with each passing moment. A squish, a squeeze, a contraction. Indulgence at its peak, Augustus murmured feeling the fox sink inside.

The fox squirmed against the tighter squishing sensation. Inching down that snaking esophagus, an odor grew stronger. A raw meaty smell, the sound of bubbling acids grew louder. Foxy’s realization that he was truly going to die made him squirm harder. Yet Augustus didn’t so much as choke on the fighting fox.

The gap between Foxy’s stature as the dragon’s throat made him such an easy meal to swallow. That squirming only further pleased the dreadful Augustus. The scent of that churning gut didn’t get any less pleasant. Nor did the invasive thoughts the fox was having.

Gulping, each eager swallow didn’t show a sign of stopping. Augustus’s gullet shrunk as the fox’s shape shrunk down as his head pushed into a sphincter. That hole opened up to a caustic hell, a landscape in its own right. A massive pit that outstretched seemingly endlessly.

A sloshing piece of bread broke the fox’s fall. His fluffy figure smushed into the food mush. “How utterly grotesque.” A borderline understatement uttered from the fox. He hurriedly scrambled off the mushed up bread as it sunk into the caustic juices. His bare feet felt…gravel, chewed up chunks of a road sizzling away.

Or at least the fox thought it was a road of some sort. The stinging vapors made it even harder to see in the inky blackness. While the stomach acids had a faint glow, it wasn’t enough to fully make out the abstract shapes beneath the fox’s feet.

Foxy cautiously treads across the vague hunks he could see. The air was thin, gunk constantly shifted about. There were no shortage of close calls amidst his venture. Acid pits that nearly melted off his fragile frame. Regret was nearly as pungent as the fumes that pulsed through the foul air.

Waves of acid nearly washed over his figure. Yet in spite of such a slim survival rate the fox treads forward. Perhaps some part of him was hoping for an escape. There was a grizzly sight before Foxy. Several melted skeletons, a few captured their final moments of agony. A few vague figures mostly already stewed within the pit.

It sunk into his chest, death, a looming figure that cackled through the cracks of the broken mushed up road. More vague shapes of melted men and women. The dragon at least didn’t discriminate in his murderous rampage.

Foxy could make out yet another horrid sight, a familiar banner. His eyes adjusted to the signing darkness. The fox’s eyes watered at the sight. “My home, I was…the only survivor. How long have they been stewing here? How foul, how repugnant.” A shudder crawled through the fox’s nude figure. His body buckled.

He whimpered and cried out. “Dragon! Augustus! I have my mind made. Please relieve me from your prison. I'm not gutless but I don’t wish to die here!” Silence greeted his words with a cold hand. He wanted to be heard, yet there wasn’t so much as a taunting reply. “Oh god. Am I not even worth the retort? Am I no longer worthy of your words fiend! Is this what you wished to show me? My foolishness?”

It was far worse than silence, a continued cacophony of bubbling enzymes. A ceaseless, tireless machine-like processing stomach. Perhaps Augustus had heard those meek cries and decidedly ignored them. After all, the beast had already claimed yet another easy meal. One so willing that regret arrived far too late.

BURRRRRRWWAAARRRRRPPPPLHHHHHHUGGHH!!! An earth shattering rumble bellowed from the monster. A belch so powerful that it silenced out any words the fox attempted to muster from the caustic pit.

The blast of gas shifted the entire stomach. Worse than any earthquake that flung the fox into the acrid air. Foxy wildly flailed in the air, his hands grasped at nothing squeezing the thin vapors that sizzled through his paws.

His whole world shifted so slightly in spite of the rapid fling upwards. As he flung around all he could see was the acids below. His breathing grew heavy at the sight. Crushing waves of reality washed over his face, engulfing Foxy’s senses. Death whispered in his ear to hear the fatal cacophony.

“Did thou truly think thy wish would be pleasing? My body’s squeezing but not confining, that thou wouldn’t be wheezing? Arrogance, of another calibur. Thy death is deserved. Let that rest with thee in my caustic tomb. Let it bury thee, foolish fox.” Those taunting words boomed into the belly like a loudspeaker. That condescending tone teasing away at the now doomed fox.

Submerged in chyme, tingling terror sapped away at his body. A feeling of frailty crawled through his nerves. Those sludged motor functions brought no use, as if trapped in gunk. That grime surrounding Foxy clung to his fur. Minced mush and globs of food that was still sizzling away greeted his fluffy frame. Agony, raw unrelenting agony melted away his body.

“Nrg! Aghhh! Helphh!” A deep cry for help bellowed from the pained fox as he melted. Not that it mattered now. It started at his toes, a melting sensation. Numbness twisting the knife of anguish all across Foxy’s frame. More gunk, more indistinguishable muck flung to the fox’s frame. Truly like another meal to the devious dragon. Mulched, melted away like any other meal.

His figure was utterly entrapped within the entangling knots of muscle and meat. Sluicing juices and hunks of slop. A foodlike feeling taunted his mind. Teasings of oblivion fluttered through his heart, his body gradually going numb. That numbness kept spreading farther across his figure.

Foxy’s legs were the first to melt into a mushy goop. Like an ice cream cone left out in the hot sun. Yet in this case the fox could feel his nutrients being sucked away. His body contributed to the incalculable grandeur that was Augustus. Eyesight had become far more watery, that chyme completely dunked the fox in juices. Burning, melting, seeping, stealing, taking.

The fox tried to swim at first, trying to find a piece of mush that he could crawl onto. Yet the endless ocean of chyme was far too thick. It was far too draining to sift between. There wasn’t so much as a single strand to boost himself onto. Eventually the fox stopped swimming. He barely moved an inch, stranded amongst the churning juices. Foxy could no longer tell what hurt more, his attempt at survival being a fruitless endeavor. Or the caustic enzymes breaking down his body into a melted fox puddle. Eventually he realized both were agonizing.

That gut kept rumbling and shifting, squeezing all of its contents. A mire, a mixture, a swirling bog. A collection of meals culminated into not even pounds on the dragon’s massive figure. Perhaps it wasn’t even accurate to call it an appetizer for the gluttonous creature.

“Behold you pathetic whelp. My stomach holds no mercy no matter how thou yelp. Go on cry for help. Make my day. As you hopeless lesser creatures love to say. Feel my stomach sway, take thou life away.” In spite of the dragon’s booming voice it didn’t reach the fleeting fox. Perhaps it was his body ceasing or perhaps those words were simply too muffled. All the same Foxy remained unbothered as he melted away.

A new idea swept inside Foxy’s mind. Like some twisted reality. Perhaps a promise he wanted to be true, that he was a meaningful meal. That all that had died wasn’t for nothing. That the dragon would carry those meals into his continued existence. Perhaps a dim hope amidst the heat of enzymes sapping away any sense of life. Almost a plea for his death to be meaningful. Doubt washing away along with his melting figure.

A smile crept onto the fox’s face, a fleeting feeling of usefulness seeped into his mind. Perhaps because he was melting he could sense it. That every part of his body was being used to further the functions of the beast he swore to slay. Irony washed away with his flickering consciousness. Those muffled words drowned out by the sizzling sea of chyme carrying him away, it was almost peaceful. Like an agony so hellish it warped back around to being a blissful euphoria. Pain was already becoming nothing, it was utterly meaningless as his senses snapped.

The edge of nothingness welcomed Foxy’s weakening breath. Mushed up and melted into a stomach soup. All that remained were his bones, dead and gone. Never to see another morning, failing his mission but not his submission to the dragon.

Oblivion was far less painful for the small fox, death had taken his last breath. He was but one of the many skeletonized remains. Many meals had fallen that day. Knights and commoners alike were a constant source of sustenance for the big beast. Yet Foxy’s willing sacrifice was a rare treat that rested on his tongue.

Augustus felt the little lump in his girthy gut go still. His claws rubbed over his pudgy hammock. That scaly heft sloshed quietly. “Hope thou had a miserable fate. Perhaps realization of your failure marked this date. Low rate, not much weight. Your body didn’t sate me. Dragon heft is all you shall be. Hero whose life’s clock turned zero. My ass will squeeze you out all the same. Your ease should bring you lasting shame. Your lonesome grave is but many without a name.” Augustus gleefully taunted. As if part of him wanted the fox’s ghost to hear his demeaning jeers.

There was no mourning man, merely a gurgling graveyard. A place where many have fallen. Foxy was merely the one of many as the dragon declared. Yet that gloating made the dragon chuff puff proudly. As if he was flexing his might to an invisible audience.

The gut had begun to push the remnants of the dragon’s feast towards the exit. Miles worth of meat, bones, buildings, and various miscellaneous meals built up. A clump of indigestible material moved towards the valve that led towards Augustus’ intestines.

The dragon’s intestines began to pump the remnants of his meal through the snaking tubes. Much of that mulched up debris joined the deceased knight. A clump of undigested miscellaneous waste. Foxy’s bones were amongst that junk. Not that a dead man had much input on such a fate.

Each long winding slip pulled the crap deeper down the dragon’s insides. That clump broke down further, becoming softer, mushier. Something easier to squish through the tight walls of flesh. In spite of the sheer size of what the dragon had gulped and churned it didn’t so much as dent his intestinal tract.

Those remnants of a mushed up meal finally squeezed into his large intestines. A collective of mush turning browner as it carried through the dragon’s massive form. Meanwhile Augustus rested peacefully allowing his bowels to process it all.

His intestines worked tirelessly to pummel away and simplify the shape. All of it was turning into dragon turds. More crap that was soon to be squeezed out by the massive man. He stirred in his sleep, that peace jostled by nature’s call coming along his large intestines.

It was all shit soon enough, every person he had killed the day prior, cities destroyed, mushed up food from eaten stalls. All of that evidence had become an unrecognizable heap. Those insides had destroyed everything like it was any other meal.

Augustus had awoken to the desire to take a massive dump. That dragon rump had wandered over to an empty spot in his cave. A knight was at the entrance of the cave. He could sense it, yet another fool had wandered into his domain. Yet he remained unbothered by their transgression.

After all, another hapless fool had wandered into a death trap. The dragon patiently waited for the knight to approach him. “Your king is a grand jester. Let the following fester. Dear knight approaching me, does your king sincerely believe I can die? You’re welcome to try. But don’t deny what you are about to witness.”

The knight wordlessly watches a clump of crap snake out of the dragon’s massive hole. That massive turd was littered with broken bones, armor and a vast amount of shingles from roofs. That huge heap of crap left a loud thud as it hit the ground. That booming thud made the knight’s legs buckle. Unlike the fox before him, he wasted no time running away.

“Cowardice is rather rude towards a host. I shall show thee what my ass boasts.” Augustus charged toward the fleeing knight. A back claw soon pinned the armored fool. Their face was practically glued to the dragon’s steaming hot hole.

Shit emptied out onto their armored body. That once solid shit started to pin and form around their body. Vulpine bones rubbed against the new knight’s once shiny armor. Dirted by that dump as it surrounded their form.

Rubble and debris made that heap of dragon shit heavy. A weighty reminder to his inconsiderate guest the terrifying weight of dragon shit. Amidst that pile, like a cherry atop a macabre sundae was the fox’s skull. Partially buried in the dragon’s shit.

“There lay your previous fool. The fox waltzed right onto my tongue and turned into dragon stool. If you make it out of my shit you best beat it. Unless like him you wish for the fate of dragon shit. Hmph perhaps regardless you deserve such a fleeting existence in my tum.” Augustus nearly pouted at the whining knight. Their body was wedged in tight. Yet another likely destined fool. Inevitably Kol’s kingdom fell into ruin.

Augustus eventually burned it down to the ground sick and tired of all the worthless foes he faced. Not a soul survived the night of a wrathful dragon. He would carry on as a walking mass grave, so many lost lives carried in his massive stomach.

Yet the beast was never truly satiated in his near endless hunger. That kingdom was nearly an appetizer. A much larger trade city was in the distance. Many knew a dragon was in the area. Not a soul knew that he was coming so quickly. None were ready for Augustus.