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Swallowing Him

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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“No… No, you don’t have to do this!”

The purple drake cursed and stumbled over his own feet, Dark fighting as he backed away into the river, though he would not get anywhere. The storm rolled around him, lightning splitting the sky as thunder boomed, but that really wasn’t the biggest threat there, not even in that moment.

Dark gaped, his green hair, which was usually poofed up in a kind of crest-like mane, plastered to his purple scales. The dragon barely even remembered why he’d been out on the river, bringing in the new year in his own quiet way. Then the storm had crashed down, rain slanting through the air, and the green dragon had descended.

He outclassed Dark by a grand scale, though the drake stepped back, holding his hands up as if that would ward off the massive muscle descending towards him. Deep, grey clouds blocked out the sky and the only light that came was from the jagged spikes of lightning splitting the air, left and right. The side of the dragon’s snout glowed, illuminated by the bright flashes, though it would have been impossible for the massive, green drake to hide himself in any way.

He was not to be hidden, his spine rippling with a ridge of sharp spines, expansive, leathery wings spreading to block out the sky. As lightning struck, a softer spell of illumination rolled through the membranes of his wings, though the beastly, quadrupedal dragon had no name that Dark did know or ever would know.

“This year…is your last,” the drake rumbled, a forked tongue snaking out to drag against the side of his muzzle. “But I shall have no more memory of you than the wriggle and squirm of you in my belly… Briefly. Faintly.”

“You don’t have to do this!”

But Dark’s protests fell on ears that were deaf to the pleas of lesser beings, his maw opening up, wider and wider, big enough to hold Dark’s entire anthro body in it on the fleshy span of the dragon’s thick, forked tongue. He screamed as that mouth descended, like something out of a nightmare – but could something ever even be called a nightmare if it was actually happening?

That was not for the doomed micro to know or care about, snatched up in a mouth that dwarfed him, his scream cut off as he was tossed in the air. He landed on the slick slide of the drake’s tongue and twisting, clawing and fighting, trying to drag his swiftly saliva-soaked body out again – but there was really no hope for him. Dark just about managed to get himself turned around, so he was facing back out of the dragon’s maw, framed by the cage of his teeth as lightning illuminated the points of them, the sheen of rain slashing down.

Yet it was not a world Dark even belonged in anymore and he squealed as the dragon’s maw closed, trapping him in there. His tongue twisted and pulled around the micro as Dark fumbled and fought, struggling to maintain some sense of autonomy, though he was nothing more than a mouse being toyed with by a cat.

“Oof… No, no, no, no, no!”

He heaved and panted, but the slick heat of the drake’s saliva clung to him, dousing him all over, even though Dark had already been soaked by the rain. His flailing hand came up against the smooth inner curve of a sharp tooth and he yanked it back as if he’d been stung, though he hadn’t actually touched the point of the sharp fang. It was all about bone-crushing power in a mouth like that, but if he grabbed and pulled on that slippery, twisting length of tongue, maybe, just maybe, Dark still had a chance.

Dark’s story, from his beginning to his own end, was always meant to turn the last page in that maw, however. Or, more accurately, another part of the dragon.

The beastly drake grunted and rumbled a cruel laugh around Dark’s body, sucking on him lightly as his cheeks pulled in around the drake, tongue toying with him. He could have swallowed him at any point, but he dragged it out, just to prove his supremacy, how he controlled those little things scampering around. He’d take what he wanted and greedily gulp it down, claiming the morsels even as his tongue pushed obstinately at the dragon’s clothes. Micros like that were best devoured naked, but he had other business, in the storm, to take care of…

So, it was with no ceremony at all, that he tipped his head back, his tongue settling lightly under his snack’s body, allowing gravity to do the work of pulling the struggling, thrashing body to the back of his mouth. He swallowed smoothly, opening up his throat as muffled cries emanated from within, but they really weren’t something he listened to. If he did so, he’d never have eaten at all.

The struggles weakened as he swallowed, the bulge of the small body shifting down his throat, though eating a single micro, admittedly, was not much of a meal. Yet the dragon took it all as his own as he groaned and licked his lips, feeling the weight of the small thing travel down his long, long neck. It no longer had any significance to him, even if the quiet thrill of conquering trembled through him, a pleased flick in the tip of the dragon’s tail as he let his snack settle in his stomach. It was, of course, exactly the place where food belonged.

As the macro dragon went on his way, flaring his wings for a powerful spring up into the stormy night sky all over again, Dark trembled, fighting and twisting, struggling in the heated pit of the drake’s stomach. Instinct told him to fight, to try to get out through any means possible, but it was not as if he was in control of his fate anymore – not after he’d been swallowed.

To a great being, all he’d ended up as was food: something to be consumed. Yet he still fought and howled, tiny hands and limbs shoving out obstinately against the dragon’s stomach lining, though Dark was so small that nothing he did had any effect at all. He didn’t even manage to show he was in there through the outside of the dragon’s scales, green shimmering with subtle, changing hues as, finally, the predator leapt to the sky and flew.