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Tristan checked his phone again. The lunar dragon kept it strapped to his left foreleg most of the time, since the device was designed for anthros, clearly. The downside of this positioning was that he had to crane his neck around to look at its screen due to how much longer it was than his foreleg. However he was accustomed to reading text at anthro scales, and confirmed that yes, tonight was the night, and that it did come from his friend's email address.

Kealldin had sent him an invite to a party. Tristan knew he wouldn't know anyone there, apart from the blue dragon. Yet here he was, flying through the twilight sky, towards an address he'd never been to.

Tristan had met Kealldin online, on a forum where dragons discussed ways of adapting to a world made for beings so much smaller than oneself. The blue had grown interested in him, and they'd started chatting in private, and even onto voice chatting, and then video calls. Tristan couldn't help becoming a bit enamored with the other dragon. Most of his other friends online were anthros, cute and caring; so much so that sometimes he wished he could scoop up all of them and put them in his hoard. But another dragon...

To put it mildly, Tristan had swooned when Kealldin teased him about being devoured for the first time.

At the bottom of the invite the blue dragon had sent was an attached image, one claw stroking over the curve of his prodigious belly, along one of the scute-like plates. The image file was labeled "wheretristbelongs.png"

The invitation itself made it clear that the party was one where a good deal of the guests were going to be eaten. It also firmly established that it was safe and that all the predators in attendance respect consent.

Predation in modern times in general was relatively safe. Devoured creatures reformed after a little bit, never the worse for wear. Well, for a dragon it was a little bit. Tristan was sure a week minimum was a disincentive for anthros.

Judging from Kealldin's stories, this applied to creatures as big as and bigger than the lunar dragon.

As the horizon dimmed into rich violets, before succumbing to the blackness of space, Tristan felt a bit more secure in the sky. As long as he stayed above the cloud cover his dark coloration would blend him in with it, and the white on his back and the top of his wings would blend into those clouds in the moonlight.

Sure, no one tried to shoot dragons down anymore, but Tristan still felt more secure this way.

He swiped a claw delicately on his phone's screen and it switched over to the map. He was close, now. Another reason Kealldin invited him must have been because the party's location was a shorter flight than to head all the way to the blue's cave.

Gliding in an easy helix, Tristan quivered as he passed through the cloud cover, the suspended ice crystals melting on contact with his warm hide and sapping away his surface heat. The billowing cloud was also illuminated by cool moonlight from above, and warm, incandescent light from below. City lights.

Breaching the underside of the clouds, Tristan got his bearings, checking the map again, and broke his descending spiral to head straight for the address from the Invite. Getting closer, he saw the crowded city below give way to high hills with fewer and fewer houses. The houses were also getting bigger the further apart they were from one another. Then there was an enormous, sprawling manor ahead of him. He looked down at the map again, and beat his wings once, before angling them down, swooping towards the broad green in front of the modern palace.

He landed, and a little notification buzzed his phone, confirming he'd arrived at his destination. "wow..." Tristan allowed himself a few moments to take in the sheer scale. He folded his wings carefully to his sides and started towards the doors. They were big, big enough that it looked like someone twice his height would have no trouble walking right through. He wondered if anyone was that big at the party.

There was a little handwritten sign taped to the door: "Come on in. The party's inside." signed by an Ember. Someone else had crudely scribbled "bellies" under "inside", contrasting the elegant writing of the original message. The invite had mentioned Ember as the host, so that made sense.

Now that he was up close, he could see that inset into the large double doors was a smaller door, at anthro scale. It had a knob of its own at normal anthro height, but the double door's knobs were nearly as high off the ground as Tristan's chest. Carefully twisting one of the paired knobs, the dragon pressed forward, separating the two halves, and revealing a luxurious marble floor that took up nearly the size of a tennis court, including all the space around it. The broad, open space had a few pillars, elegantly formed, to support a mezzanine above the lobby. At the opposite end of the lobby was a swooping split stairway that curved around another set of double doors on either side. To either side of the lobby area were other doors, of varying scales, but mostly symmetrical between the two sides. There were a few party guests out in the lobby, chatting idly next to a table laid out with snacks. Most of the guests were fairly skinny anthros, though there was one very heavy bird and a lean quad lioness.

One of the smaller doors opened, and a chubby guest walked out, heading over to the party snacks. Less than a minute later a punk hyena woman huffily walked out of one of the double doors, leaving them open while chugging annoyedly from a bottle, presumably beer.

Tristan stood awkwardly to one side, looking over the grouping of guests. No one seemed to be paying him much mind. Then out of the corner of his eyes he caught a motion of red feathers. The double doorway that the hyena had come out of was still open, and when he looked, a taller red and orange phoenix was there, smiling in the way only beaked creatures could. One wing was clearly beckoning to the black and white dragon.

Looking to see if there might be someone behind him she was waving to, and feeling silly because anyone beyond him she'd be waving to would have to be even taller than him... He walked over to the double doors, stooping his neck a little bit.

The phoenix was tall on an anthro scale, over twice the height of a lot of the guests, but her body shape was feral. Her body was sleek and smooth, each feather in its place. Compared to Tristan she seemed positively petite, not coming up to his shoulder. Once the dragon had stooped down, she held out a wing in invitation into the room. "Hello there. I'm Ember, I'm the host of the party."

"Oh, it's good to meet you... I don't really know anyone here." Tristan bent his legs a bit further to slip under the door frame, looking around. The main feature of the room was a large bed with soft, comfortable looking blankets all over it. A few anthros were sitting around near the edge of it, casually chatting.

Ember closed the doors once the black and white dragon's tail had passed her threshold and casually trailed a wing along the largest creature in the room's body as she walked over to the bed, sliding up onto it gracefully, seeming quite practiced at moving in the way anthros do. "This is Tristan, Kealldin's friend from online." She addressed the other guests in her room.

The collected anthros waved amicably enough to Tristan, who bashfully waved back. The blushing drake made his way to the bed and did his best to take up a casual position, but ended up kind of half-laying on it, with his haunches on the floor. "I guess he told you about me?"

She nodded firmly. "Mmhmm. Honestly I thought he would have invited you to one of our parties sooner."

"Well, he more talked about visiting him at his cave..." Tristan started, fidgeting his claw digits on the soft blankets, resting his head between them.

"Makes sense..." Ember idly preened one wing, but her eyes were staying on the shy dragon intently. "I gather that you two arrived here coming from opposite directions?"

"Pretty much. Anyway, feels a bit safer meeting someone halfway, where there's other people around?" The dragon rubbed the back of his head, mussing up his silky mane in the process.

She laughed, the sound like bells falling down a staircase. "Oh, I know that's just good practice with internet friendship, but you really needn't have bothered. Kealldin isn't going to do anything to you you wouldn't like."

Tristan flushed red all the way up into his ears, waving his foreclaws in a fluster. "N-no, I mean social events, it's easier to break the ice!"

Ember stared at him for a moment, expression hard to read, then spoke softly, with a hint of need behind her voice. "You're just too cute I can't handle it. Is it okay if I tuck you in for a bit?"

The flustered dragon looked confused, and down at the blankets, then back up at her. "Tuck in?"

She stroked a wing along her flat midsection meaningfully. "Don't worry, you'll fit."

This just drove Tristan's fluster into overdrive, quivering a little. "I... ah... but what if K-Kealldin comes looking for me?"

The phoenix smoothly readjusted to have her face close to the dragon's own. "Then I'll just let you out. You see, I don't digest creatures. I just love to hold them so tight inside, where nothing can get at them..." Her voice came out once again like bells, but ringing in an order, a melody.

The blushing drake swallowed nervously. "I... yeah..."

Ember trailed a flight feather along the underside of the large male's jaw. "Yeah what...? What is it that you want?"

Tristan whimpered, stammering wordless for a few moments, before closing his eyes. "I... I want you to swallow me up and hold me tight and warm inside you and keep me safe!" His blush flared as his words sped up the more he confessed.

The phoenix cooed affectionately. "I can most certainly do that, Trissie."

When the flustered dragon opened his eyes, he was treated to the sight of the inside of Ember's beak, and just how broad she could stretch it. He gasped softly, and then felt her throat press around his snout. Moments later her beak closed around his neck, beyond his horns.

Ember gently scooped Tristan's forelegs with her wings, and tucked his claws in alongside his head in her mouth, keeping it open as she swallowed again, getting past the forelegs' elbows easily.

Inside, Tristan felt his muzzle press through a snug, fleshy ring right as the firmness of the beak poked at his keel below and the base of his wings above. Her own feathers coaxed the tips of his wingclaws to the inside of her cheeks, as his head slowly pressed through into the waiting stomach. He found no acrid scents here, only the vague scent of grain, perhaps from a mundane meal earlier.

Once the wings and his torso were on their way in, the phoenix had an easy time working the large male from her room to a more private chamber. His hips were a bit more of a stretch, but it was all downhill from there. True to her word, not once did the dragon start to feel cramped. The walls stretched to hold him effortlessly, no matter how he moved.

Tristan felt around curiously. This was the first time he'd been eaten, and he found himself dropping into analyzing the situation. He wondered what Ember looked like from the outside now. Was he a bass relief dragon in so much red and orange feathers? Did she merely have a misshapen lump in front of her?

Ember swallowed down the tailspade with a happy sigh, and gently worked the dragon around in his position until his head was just beneath the entrance his tail was just finishing slipping through. The spade bopped him gently on the snout as her stomach gently synched up around its occupant, making him feel fairly restricted in his ability to move.

Then Tristan felt something pressing along him, or rather, the stomach atop him, working its way towards his nose. It settled there.

The pheonix's cheery voice surrounded the drake now. "Say cheese, Trissie." Above him the passage opened up, and he could see all the way up the throat, to the ceiling through her open beak. And one of the anthros had climbed up to be in position, taking a picture with a flash.

As soon as he realized what was happening, Tristan blushed deeply and squirmed in place, letting out a little muffled rumble of a whine.

"Shhh... just you relax." Ember's voice enfolded him in sweetness. Faintly, he heard a phone ding. "Pass me that, won't you dear?" The phoenix seemed to be asking for her phone. A few moments later, she spoke again. "Aww. He must have realized I'm only holding one inside me right now."

"Huh...?" Tristan weakly nosed at a fleshy wall.

"Quick, take a wide shot. You, stand next to my tum for scale." Ember seemed to be asking favors of the anthros in the room.

Muffled, in the background, the dragon could barely make out another voice: "Got it."

The mythic avian trilled happily. "Good." She was clearly stroking over her midsection with her large wings. "Now, sadly I have to cut your tummy time short, Trissie."

Before Tristan could ask a question, he felt the walls closing in tighter, and his muzzle pressed up into the throat. As gentle as the ride inward had been, so too practiced and careful was Ember's release. The black and white dragon found himself looking out of her beak again, and shortly after, his head slid through. The phoenix rolled forward, her body partially upon the remainder of his curled up form. This motion brought his shoulders up to her beak, and laid his head onto the soft blankets.

He quivered at the sudden coolness of the outside air on his moistened hide, and made a noise like a child not ready to be dragged out of bed.

Ember hesitated a moment, as if she might start swallowing him back in, before she deftly pressed his barrel out, along with his forelegs pinned at his sides. Another practiced heave worked him forward until his hips came to rest in her stretched beak, and he could pull his foreclaws free.

Tristan planted his claws on the bed and pushed up shakily, trying to help the bird disgorge him. At the very least, it appeared he didn't hinder her efforts, walking forward with his forelegs until his hindlegs flopped down and he stood properly. He looked back and saw just the tip of his tail inside the avian still. Her body looked just as trim and sleek as it had before.

Ember licked the spade at the tip of his tail affectionately, before letting it go with a disappointed sigh. "Wish I could have kept you in there a bit longer..."

The dragon bashfully turned about on the bed to face her. "Why did you let me out, then?"

Chortling, the phoenix rubbed her jaw with her wing gently. "I can't hog you all to myself, as tempting as it is. Kealldin was asking about you." Her phone dinged with another message, and she looked down at it. "Yeah, he'd like you to head over to his room."

"Which room is that?" Tristan fidgeted a bit.

Ember gestured towards her door. "It's across from this room. And it'll likely be the one with the blue dragon making heart eyes at you in the doorway." The avian teased, and made gentle shoo-ing motions with her wings.

The black and white dragon carefully stepped down off the bed, around the gathered anthros, and carefully opened the door.

"Have fun, Trissie." The phoenix called out to the departing guest, before addressing the others in her room. "That left me feeling really empty. Everyone into the party bird~" The snarfs and gulps coming immediately after that told the lunar dragon exactly what was going on.

But he didn't look back. Just as the phoenix had predicted, the blue dragon was peeking out of his open door with a rose in his teeth, making eye contact immediately. This elicited more of a blush from Tristan, but he started forward, raising his head and shoulders to his proper height once clear of the doorframe. His whole body glistened in the lights of the lobby, and he realized his mane was heavy and moist. The blushing drake swallowed, and did his best to play it off as he arrived at the other door, stopping a few feet from bumping right into the blue.

Kealldin plucked the rose from his muzzle, smiling broadly. "You don't need to blush, all the guests here know this is a vore party." He didn't sound too interested in actually stopping the black and white dragon from blushing though. His eyes glimmered a bit as he deftly opened the other half of the double door. "Get in here, Trist," he ordered playfully, releasing the remainder of his lungful in a lusty huff.

At the same time the blue dragon opened the other half of the door, his sagging belly came into view, a luxurious curve. Tristan couldn't stop looking at it once it was in his range of sight. It was certainly bigger than most of the pictures Kealldin had shared with him online, and the subtle shifting of the surface told him there were guests inside.

The blue chuckled, leaning in close to Tristan's ear. "You're absolutely adorable. I have half a mind to gobble you up right in the doorway, but I think you'd rather spend some time in my bed before you head 'home', hrrrl..." The word home was punctuated with the dragon stroking a claw over his sagging midsection, making his intentions clear as day.

Tristan jumped a little, a few flustered, muttered apologies escaping his jaws as he ducked his head down to slip through the doorway, inescapably brushing against the other dragon's side, wing-to-wing. Now that he had walked beyond sight of that belly, he was able to take in the room itself. Much like Ember's room, the majority was a massive bed, which may have been even larger than the pheonix's own. The whole surface a smooth, silken sheet, however, punctuated with pillows of various sizes. Around the back of the bed were drapes. All of the fabrics were different shades of blue, to complement the dragon. Sitting amongst the pillows on the bed were a trio of kobolds, idly chattering with each other. Tristan recognized the words as a pidgin draconic common to kobolds, though he'd never actually interacted with any. Though traditionally servants to dragons, neither he, nor his sire, had ever had them around.

Tristan did think they were adorable though.

In addition to the kobolds were three chubby ferals, lounging around, and a shy looking butterball of a corgi anthro. The small dog waved bashfully, and one of the ferals repeated the gesture.

As he got closer, Tristan realized that two of the three ferals weren't just chubby, they too had guests wiggling around inside them. Blushing up a storm, the poor black and white dragon made his way up onto the bed, awkwardly trying to figure out where to lay himself down.

He felt a nudge against his rear, with a low, playful growl. This elicited what could only be described as a squeak from the larger drake, taking a few steps further onto the bed, towards the drapes at the back. Looking back, Tristan saw the blue grinning, swaying his tail, before luxuriously walking up onto the bed himself. He gently lowered himself onto his side between Tristan and the gathering of Kobolds, and eased himself onto his back, belly up in the air. He draped a wing out onto the bedding beside the scale-less dragon. "Just lie down and get comfy. I'll show you what these parties get like, hrrrl..."

Tristan complied, still blushing as he ended up cradled up to the shorter dragon with that same wing scooping around his barrel. He was treated to a soft nuzzle as a foreleg joined the embrace, squeezing him close. Tentatively, the newcomer eased a foreleg of his own across Kealldin's chest.

Once the two were properly settled, the kobolds stood, and gathered around the blue's dome of a belly. One cracked his knuckles and yipped to the other two what Tristan thought was "Get to it, ya?" All three descended, starting to knead and rub all over the blue scales. The treatment started to elicit dividends immediately, the stomach grumbling and gurgling.

Kealldin sighed happily as he let himself just enjoy the massage and the embrace. His phone chimed, and he plucked it out from under a nearby pillow, idly rubbing along Tristan's shoulder with his other claw as he checked his messages. "Ember ate everyone in the room after you left and she's telling me that many guests just doesn't measure up to you. She's trying to make me jealous, I'm sure of it."

Tristan's tail curled and swished at the edge of the bed as he rested his head against the blue's neck, his cheeks still radiating heat from his blushing. "Would she really..?"

Craning his neck down to nuzzle between the black and white's horns, Kealldin rumbled affectionately. "Not really. She's too sweet to be malicious, but she certainly does like to tease. I think she could have fit two of you without any problem..."

"W-what, really?" Tristan raised his head up, and twisted to look at the phone as well. On the screen was a message and a strangely angled selfie from the phoenix, presumably because she'd run out of people to take pictures on her behalf.

"She'd eat the world if it meant keeping everyone safe." Kealldin murmured, and while the other dragon's head was so close, he closed the distance and planted a soft kiss on one of the blushing cheeks.

This elicited a soft whine and a squirm from Tristan, which merely prompted a squeeze from the blue's wing and foreleg. "Has she been sending you pictures all night?" The longer dragon asked softly.

"Only when she's eaten someone." Kealldin crooned playfully, nudging Tristan to look back at his phone. He used his claw to scroll up the message history, and there was a picture of Ember atop a suspiciously dragon-shaped and dragon-sized belly, apparently crooning. Another movement of his thumbclaw, and the previous image came into view. This one had her beak, slightly out of focus and washed out from camera flash at the edges of frame, and dead center, surrounded by throatflesh, was Tristan's own blushing face. "Hrrrl... I don't know if I can gape my throat like that without someone stretching it, but I'd love to get a shot like that with you." Kealldin huffed, and nipped gently at the base of the other dragon's jaw.

Tristan squirmed again, and tried to settle down, wondering if he'd ever stop blushing.

The blue, on the other hand, set his phone back down and pointed at the anthro corgi, then the feral who hadn't eaten yet.

Said feral was a gryphon, and licked their beak looking at the heavyset canine. The mythic hybrid nodded, inclining their head inquisitively.

The blushing dog rubbed his paws on his cheeks with a soft whine, before eagerly nodding.

"What's going on...?" Tristan asked quietly.

"It's not just the predators who get their own rooms who eat guests at these parties." Kealldin explained in a soft, rumbling tone, gently stroking on the other dragon's shoulder and upper forelimb. "But one of the perks of having a room here is you get to play matchmaker."

As the blue spoke, the gryphon stalked the remaining distance between themselves and the dog, deftly scooping up his feet in their beak. Greedily, the half-avian worked the little ball of a dog's legs in with two practiced jerks forward of their head and neck.

The pudgy mutt whimpered happily, writhing as his hips and waist were engulfed by beak. Once his soft belly was claimed, it didn't take much longer for the gryphon to scarf him down.

Tossing their head back, the bulge of the corgi crossed from feathered to furred body below. One more gulp from the gryphon, and the last of the dog slipped from sight, and the already soft belly swelled and bounced down to rest on the bed between their legs. The small predator groaned happily, and chirped, wrapping their wings around the wriggly mass in their midsection.

"Another happy couple." Kealldin playfully whispered to Tristan, before a low grrllrgle percolated up his throat. The blue twisted his neck just in time to belch into a bunched up claw, and not directly in the other dragon's ear. "Oh, those kobolds are doing wonders for my digestion, hrrl..."

Tristan was too flustered to speak, between the show on the bed across the blue from him and the casual reminder that he was cuddled up to a very accomplished predator. He looked down to the dome of belly, and couldn't see movement there anymore, apart from what the trio of belly rubbers was causing. Trying to think of something to say that wouldn't just send him back into a spiral of blushy uselessness, Tristan mused. "I wouldn't mind having that kind of treatment..."

"I know one way you could share it, hrrrl..." Kealldin rumbled.

The black and white dragon turned his head to look back at his host. "Hmm?"

Grinning, the blue opened his jaws and pointed in with a single digit.

The taller dragon let out a prolonged whine and buried his face between a nearby pillow and Kealldin's neck. This only exposed him to further teasing when the blue swallowed some drool down, which filled Tristan's ear with the sound of a throat working.

He followed that tease up with another. "I've got plenty of room for you..."

"K-Kealldiiiiiin..." Tristan whimpered, eyes clenched shut.

"Though I think I'd rather take some time fattening you up before I tuck you away." The blue murmured candidly. "You're such a skinny dragon, Trist."

Distantly the door opened, signaling a guest entering the room, but Tristan was too embarrassed to check. The blue had teased him before about fattening him up until he could barely move, and only then swallowing him down, but that process surely would take more than just a night at a party, right?

Kealldin addressed the newcomer to the room. "Ah, Laine. Where'd you find my knapsack?"

A female voice, Laine apparently, replied. "For some reason it was under one of the snack tables in the lobby. Tablecloth was hiding it pretty well."

"Thank you, Laine." The blue tapped the bed with a claw. "Just set it down over here."

Tristan decided to take a peek, and saw a skunk woman casually slipping up onto the bed, carrying a knapsack that could only be described as being to dragon scale.

Laine set the bag down with a grunt, sitting down next to it.

Kealldin smiled warmly, before looking between her and one of the ferals on the bed, of the two who had finished digesting their occupants. "Say, Laine... Would you like to pad out Straza tonight?" He pointed a claw at the very large german shepherd on the bed.

The mephit blushed, her tail fluffing up, looking over where he pointed.

Straza had perked up, and was now wagging her tail. The dog was noticeably drooling at the sight of the skunk.

"Well... she seems set on it, and I've never had the chance to..." Laine fidgeted, before crawling on all fours over to the canine.

The german shepherd wagged all the faster. "Thank you, Laine, I'm sure you'll make wonderful fat." Without further ado she lunged, her jaws making it from head to hips in one fell swoop.

Kealldin didn't watch the whole consumption, twisting around to nuzzle at the other dragon softly. "You know, if you'd like to eat someone, I'd love to see you get chubby before you take the plunge..." He huffed softly.

Tristan's attention was drawn away from the feet and striped tail vanishing behind canine jaws by the suggestion, and the black and white dragon squirmed a bit in place. "I've never eaten anything sapient before..."

"All the guests here expect to be eaten, it's why they're here in fact." Kealldin's claw gently rubbed on the other drake's shoulder, while his other claw idly traced lines on his belly, in a spot the kobolds weren't touching. "I'm sure someone wouldn't mind feeding themselves to your poor, emaciated midsection, hrrrl."

He wanted to protest, but Tristan knew his belly sank in below the ribcage. Sure there was enough to keep the bones from poking out his hide, but his habits led him to forget to eat very often, and he spent most of his time just lying on his hoard, doing things online. He surveyed the other guests in the room. By now it was just the gryphon, the dog, and a gila monster, all fattened up with previous guests, one still squirming. Of the three, the gila monster seemed the smallest, and the most likely, in Tristan's opinion, to be able to fit inside his untrained belly.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Trist." Kealldin reassured warmly.

The lunar dragon's belly groaned in protest. He blushed. "I think it heard you promise it food and now it won't stop until it gets it." Tristan bashfully dissociated from his belly, as it made another powerfully empty noise.

The blue kissed the bridge of Tristan's muzzle softly. "Well, don't be shy, make an approach." He gently released with his foreleg and wing, giving the other dragon the mobility to cross to the other side of the bed.

Rolling onto his claws, Tristan carefully turned around, and started around. He heard from behind him a signature huff, and blushed a bit deeper, pressing his tail down along the cleft of his rear as he made his way, careful not to knock into kobolds, before he settled himself down next to the Gila monster. "Uh... hi." His belly made another desperate sound.

The reptile looked up at the dragon, smiling. "It'd be an honor to be the first meal of a cutie like you."

Tristan's ears perked, and his blush returned in full force.

The feral monitor chuckled, standing up and swishing his tail. "It's not like you two are inaudible over there. I'm Miles. Nice to meet you, and soon be eaten by you."

"I... uh... thanks... I'm Tristan." The dragon fidgeted a bit. He was about to ask if the much smaller male wanted to know anything about him, but his stomach complained again. So he lowered his neck until his jaw rested on the bed. "I'm not sure how to go about this..."

Miles walked over and stroked the side of the embarrassed dragon's muzzle with a claw softly. "Open up. Once I climb in, all you'll need to do is swallow, okay?"

Tristan shifted his jaw on the bedding in an approximation of a nod. He took a deep breath and gaped his jaws as far as he could, revealing the slick black flesh inside.

The gila monster admired the view for a few moments, before starting to gingerly make his way inside, careful not to poke any tender spots with his claws. "Wow, you don't often see dragons with uvulas..." He was clearly trying to make small talk to keep Tristan calm.

The dragon in question shuddered, his jaw muscles quaking a little bit.

A soft stroke from a scaley tail slid along the black and white dragon's neck, accompanied by Kealldin's tender voice. "You don't need to force your jaws as far as they'll go. Miles will fit just fine, hrrl. Just relax."

Tristan inhaled slowly through his nostrils, before his jaws closed by half a foot, stopping far more stable than they had been.

Within those jaws, Miles casually edged his way to the back of the tongue before laying onto it, rubbing his bellyscales into the black taste buds. "Oooh, it just got more drooly in here. Better start swallowing me. I'm gonna put my claws where your throat can grab them, all you need to do is gulp, okay?"

Thinking of nodding again, the lunar dragon realized that might be missed from such a perspective, and vocalized quietly. "ah-huh..." Shortly after, he felt the sensation at the back of his tongue, something was close to being grabbed. He closed his eyes tightly, and swallowed. He felt the reptile get dragged inward, sliding across his tongue.

"There you go, just keep swallowing." Miles' voice was a little muffled, and Tristan could feel the monitor's face pressed to inner mawflesh as he spoke.

Taking instruction, swallow followed swallow followed swallow. Though inexperienced, Tristan was a dragon and dragons were built to devour large things whole. It wasn't long at all before Miles' hindclaws crossed over the glossy white teeth jutting from black gums. The jaws closed a bit more, staying a few inches wider open than the tail that was gradually being drawn in.

The blue dragon's tail continued to stroke on the shy dragon's neck, reassuring Tristan that he was doing okay.

A few more swallows, and Miles had completely passed through the elastic throat, and the lunar dragon felt his ribs spread to allow passage, quivering. None of it was painful, but it was certainly an intense new sensation. He groaned as his flat belly finally distended with the shape of the smaller male, and rolled weakly to his side.

"There you go. Now just relax and work on churning him down, Trist." Kealldin crooned affectionately, gently dislodging the kobolds as he stood up and headed over towards the door.

Tristan fell into a haze of digestion, blushing faintly as he rested a claw on the form of Miles inside him. His belly gurgled and churned happily, as the dragon lost track of time. Vaguely he saw other guests arriving in the room. At some point he saw the other two feral guests on the bed eating another anthro each, and Kealldin scooped up the gryphon, starting to gently swallow them down.

By the time his mind cleared enough to pay closer attention to what was going on, there was just soft squish under his claw. He looked down to see what Miles had added to him. His belly protruded slightly further than his ribs now, and his navel had grown a bit more pronounced. "W-wow..."

Kealldin swallowed firmly, tracing the lump in his throat with a claw, rumbling. "Yeah, Miles gave you a cute tummy. It's a start, hrrl."

Looking around, Tristan saw three more party guests he didn't recognize, and wondered just how long he was out of it. After all, he had to digest someone in that time, right?

"You know what..." The blue licked his lips, and crooked his fingers at the trio of kobolds.

They perked up, stopped rubbing, and approached the head of the dragon.

"You still want some belly rubs, Trist?" Kealldin cooed past them towards the other dragon.

Tristan perked up, looking over. "Y-yeah..."

Grinning broader, Kealldin scooped up the three kobolds in his claws, then raised one above his muzzle. "Well, go get them." He opened his jaws wide, and dropped the kobold in.

The little draconian yelled out in excitement, and from the sound and look of things didn't even stop on the transition from outside of the blue's jaws to being pulled down his throat, a faintly visible lump travelling down.

Tristan sat up in surprise, his cheeks flushing, as he watched his host repeat the process with the next kobold.

Just as excitedly, this kobold yelled what was possibly "Geronimo" as he dropped, and was summarily swallowed.

Kealldin lifted the third, winking over at Tristan, and dropped them in as well, with a flick of his wrist that brought to mind an emperor with a grape.

The lunar dragon bashfully took a step closer to Kealldin, but froze as the door swung open quickly.

All occupants of the bed swung their heads around to look as a skinny snake anthro in an oversized sweater ran in. "K-Keall! We gotta wrap up!"

"What is it, Coosh?" The blue looked concerned, all teasing dropped from his demeanor.

"C-check your messages! Starsunder is on her way home!" Coosh cried out, out of breath as he braced against the side of the bed.

"Aw hell. C'mere." Kealldin's claw scooped up the snake, and he deftly tucked him into his jaws with a simple motion, swallowing immediately. "okay, okay, I can do this..."

"Star sunder?" Tristan asked, deeply concerned from everyone's reaction to the name.

The blue stroked his throat gently but hurriedly, and looked over to the taller dragon. "Long story. She owns the property and she doesn't like vore." He reached over and picked up Straza. "In you come."

Tristan stared, confused, as Kealldin started swallowing the german shepherd down. "Wait, why are these parties held here if that's a thing?"

With a final swallow, Straza was tucked away as well, swelling the blue's belly larger. "Because usually she's off on tour for weeks at a time and this isn't a risk." He reached out to grab another guest, jaws gaping.

"T-then why are you eating more people?" Tristan stammered.

The other remaining guest looked up at Tristan. "Uh... it's safer than getting caught. Starsunder's a phoenix. She's burnt this place down once."

Tristan's eyes bugged out, and he reached out to pick up the anthro, opening his jaws as well. He gaped, and worked as fast as he could while sure he wasn't hurting the smaller creature, swallowing over and over. He screwed his eyes shut, hoping that the party would evacuate in time. He closed his jaws, and then felt something wrap over them. When he opened his eyes, Kealldin's muzzle was wrapped over his.

The blue stroked over his mane gently with a claw, and then gaped again, his throat advancing all at once. Kealldin swallowed firmly, carefully scooping Tristan's forelegs to bring them up to his jaws as well. Once they were secured with throatflesh, his focus shifted to carefully arranging the other dragon's wings to go in gently.

Tristan whined quietly. After all this time, he was finally being swallowed by Kealldin, but it was rushed and he was worried about all the other party guests. He squirmed a little as a claw clapped around his rump for leverage, and he was pressed down faster. His head pressed through into the stomach, where the other guests were chatting.

After a few more swallows, Kealldin judged he had enough of Tristan tucked in to start his way out. He scooped his knapsack onto his back as he gulped again, hindclaws sinking into his jaws, and waddled into the lobby with the long spaded tail dangling from his lips.

Tristan yelped softly, pressing his claws out at the walls as the whole world jostled about.

Straza reached up and patted the dragon's muzzle with a fore paw. "It's okay, Kealldin will take care of us."

Coosh rubbed against a wall. "Any sign of her?" The little snake called outward.

From all around, the blue's voice rumbled. "Nuh-uh."

They could all feel him walking, little swallows easing Tristan a bit more into his stomach, making the space that much more cramped with every gulp.

When the spaded tip of the tail finally slid down Kealldin's throat, he sighed. "Alright, I'm gonna try to see if I can fly like this."

The stomach shook and rocked for a few moments, before everyone felt the belly stretch just that bit more as their weight seemed to increase. There were rushes of air on the other side of that dense bellyfat, and the moving sensations evened out into a gentle bobbing.

"We're in the air." Kealldin updated.

Tristan's phone buzzed. He looked down at it, and it was a message from Ember.

"Just saw you guys leave. I can see Starsunder's limo pulling up. I think we all got out scott-free."

Tristan read out the message, and the occupants of the belly let out a sigh of relief.

The blue sighed all around them. "Sorry your first time had to be so rushed, Trist. But you're coming home with me, hrrl."

The lunar dragon blushed deeply, realizing that this was indeed what was happening. "W-wow..."

"Gonna take good care of all of you." Kealldin assured them, his voice regaining some of the playful seduction from before things had turned dire. "Take a nice long time to make you into my fat."

This time it wasn't just Tristan blushing and squirming, as the overindulged blue sailed through the sky.