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This is part 3 of a 3 part series.

Part 1: Beware the Werewood Part 1: A Sticky Situation

Part 2: Beware the Werewood Part 2: Between a Paw and a Hard Place

-BACK AT THE SPIDER'S WEB-

By the time the Gol and his rider awaken, the bulge in the dragon's stomach, while still visible, is much diminished. The werewolf is certainly mostly digested by this point. The slurry of nutrients that had once made up the rest of the lycanthrope's body having already passed into the dragon's intestines. The only thing left within Golshaleron's stomach is the werewolf's skeleton. That will take longer to break down.

"I think we overslept, Gol, my love." Norlen says.

The dragon yawns and then stretches like a cat, "that we did. There is something else too. If we are planning to collect the bounty on Rond's head, we'll need his skull. It's not going to survive a full trip through my bowels, that'd take too long anyway."

"We don't really need the bounty. We avenged our friends, that's enough for me."

"I agree, we don't really need it, but I do kinda want his skull anyway."

"Ok, cough it up then and let's get moving, we really need to catch up with the others."

"I don't want to cough up the whole skeleton. All those sharp bones will scratch my throat, it is mostly empty in there now otherwise after all."

"Wait a second, you want to do this now? You want me in your stomach, don't you, you horny lizard!"

"See here little snack, I have no idea what you mean, we need that skull.... If I did want that though, well, you got to paw yourself off earlier, don't I deserve some servicing?"

"You're so predictable. Whatever I don't care. If I'm just a snack to you, then why don't you just gobble me up right now?"

"I just might if you keep this sexy talk up."

Their playful banter inadvertently brings a moment of clarity and self-awareness into Norlen's mind. His expression changes, he looks conflicted, sad almost.

"What's wrong Nor?"

"Nothing, it's just, since you mentioned it, I feel sort of bad for pawing off to you eating that werewolf. I mean, he did deserve it, and I was imaging that it was me in there while I was doing it, but still."

"We're not like him, we don't go around eating random people. That werewolf deserved exactly what he got. Though, I'll understand if you don't want to....."

"Oh no, we're going to. It's just... I don't know, you're right,let's just forget about what other people may or may not think and get on with it."Norlen begins to pull off his clothes. "We'd best hurry in any case. The others are for sure waiting for us at base camp by now." After removing the last of his coverings, Norlen climbs under the dragon. Showing no hesitation, arms first, he pushes his way into the reptile's genital slit. With the slit spread wide, he forces his muzzle inside. Licking all around the inside, Norlen skillfully worships the dragon's flesh. Coaxing Gol's mighty ridged draconic cock from its home.

Golshaleron moans, "You can't be that unsure about this, you're really not wasting any time!" The dragon widens his stance as his cock erupts from his slit, knocking Norlen on his ass, a blast of pre hitting the fox right in the face.

"Hey, you definitely did that on purpose you horny lizard." The fox says, his more playful attitude returning.

"You had your head in there, you knew what would happen. You wanted it. Now, make like a good little snack and get in my mouth." Golshaleron growls, lowering his head to the ground.

Norlen eagerly climbs inside the salivating maw with practiced ease. Laying face down over the dragon's tongue. Pressing the appendage against the floor of the reptile's mouth.

Golshaleron lifts his head from the ground. Sitting down on his haunches, he leans down and takes his cock into his maw. He begins to thrust in and out, grinding his ridged member across the prone body of his vulpine mate within.

His fur entirely coated in a film of saliva and pre, all Norlen can do is hold on and moan. The ridges on the draconic member pummel him, but it doesn't hurt. Really, it feels more like a massage then anything else. His own member is rock had and is being repeatedly ground into the soft flesh of the dragon's tongue. The fox can feel his mate's pace steadily increasing though. Norlen knows it won't be long before he is flushed down the dragon's gullet in a flood of cum. Just thinking about it sends a shiver of pleasure through his entire body and he presses his knot in and cums hard into his mate's tongue.

Feeling Norlen's body tense up, then tasting the fox's cum, sends Golshaleron over the edge. With a mouth full of vulpine and his own cock, he can only manage a muffled grunt of a roar as he shoots his load, washing his vulpine lover right down his throat and into his stomach in the process. After drinking down the last of his own cum and savoring the moment for a bit, Golshaleron pulls his cock from his maw.

"You alright in there, Nor?"

"Yup, I've got what I came for as well. One werewolf skull coming right up." comes the muffled reply.

Just then Golshaleron hears something large crashing through the trees. Whatever it is, is rapidly coming towards him from behind. He turns his head to see what it is just in time to be tackled to the ground by a giant white blur of fur and claws.

Inside the dragon, Norlen is knocked violently to the side, cushioned by the soft walls of the stomach and copious amount of dragon cum within. Startled but unhurt, he calls out. "Gol, what was that, what's going on out there!?!"

Golshaleron can't answer, at least for the moment. Standing over the large dragon is a beast that is larger still, though he can't get a good look at whatever it is. A massive, white furred, clawed foreleg pins the dragon's neck to the ground, cutting off his air supply. A deep growling voice begins to speak into the dragons ear.

"Look what I have here, A dragon has wandered into my forest, and that second pitiful heartbeat I can hear within you must be your rider. But, you didn't just wander in here did you? You came in here as part of a larger group to hunt me and mine down."

Golshaleron has never felt fear like this before. Whatever this beast is, it seemed to be giving off an aura of pure dread. Somehow he can already tell he has no chance against it in a fight. His mind feels cloudy and slow, still he manages to stammer out a response.

"No.....no" The dragon stammers between choking strained breaths. "It's..... like you said,..... I just wandered in here,..... I have no rider."

The beast standing over him laughs. The foreleg holding Gol's neck changes shape. The paw elongates and splits apart, becoming a large white furred hand. The fingers tipped with vicious looking claws. The hand wraps around his neck. The beast pulls the dragon forward along the ground as it sits down on its haunches. It then lifts the dragon up, turning the reptile to face him.

Gol looks down at the cruel looking white furred hand holding him, and then with a gulp, dreading what he will see, he looks up. The creature holding him looks like a giant wolf with a more monstrous elongated snout. Piercing silver eyes glare at the dragon, razor sharp fangs and teeth jut out from the sides of its mouth. The white furred beast's body, overall, is quadrupedal, except for the one hand that is holding the dragon off the ground.

Inside the dragon, Norlen is sent for a tumble as the dragon is lifted off the ground. Ending up below the surface of the stomach's contents. Between his own body and Rond's skeleton, it's a pretty cramped space. The werewolf's remains settle on top of his body, the fox barely manages to push the skeleton off and break back above the surface.

"Damn it Gol, what's going on? Talk to me!" He calls out.

Back outside, focused on his own predicament, Golshaleron does not hear his mate's cries."

Who..Wha... what are you." The dragon asks the white furred beast.

"I'm a werewolf, My name is Silverlight Grows Long at Midnight, but you can just call me Silverlight, or just Silver." He replies with a sinister, toothy grin across his face.

Bu... but how are you.."

"This large?" The wolf beast finishes the dragons thought for him. "Well there are many sources of supernatural power in this world, as you must know. Let's just say I have sought out more then a few."

"It's not right, it's too much. You're just a moon cursed human, you can't be this strong.

Silver laughs, "I was never a human, my parents were both werewolves. Regardless of that though, a turned werewolf is still capable of attaining this kind of power, it's not that unheard of. Are you really this naive?

"I'm a dragon, you can't handle me like this! You can't do this to me!"

The werewolf laughs again. "Oh, I see what your problem is. You dragons really are way too proud for your own good. You always fail to realize that no matter who you are, no matter how big or strong you are, there is always a bigger fish. Take the being that gave me the ability to change the size of my body at will for example. He's big enough to swallow us both at the same time without a problem. His power is immense, and yet he understands that there are still creatures out there that are stronger then himself. You've clearly never learned that lesson before now. It's almost a pity that you won't have the chance to apply it."

"W-wait! I'm not who you think I am, I just wandered into your forest, I swear."

"Now you insult my intelligence, and for the second time I might add. I know exactly who you and your rider are and why you're here. This forest has eyes, I know everything that happens in it. Including what you did to Rond while he was in a weakened state, after that idiot spider laid its eggs in his body. Besides all that, if you have no rider then why is there a saddle, clearly made to go on your back, laying on the ground right there?" The werewolf growls, turning the captive dragon towards the item in question.

Just then, as if to punctuate Silver's point, a loud cry is heard from inside the dragon's stomach.

"DAMN IT GOLSHALERON! WHO IS THAT OUT THERE? TALK TO ME! I AM TIRED OF BEING STUCK IN HERE WITH THIS CREEPY WEREWOLF SKELETON!"

Golshaleron winces. "Please let me cough him up." The dragon pleads. "He can only last for so long in there. Just kill me and let him go"

"And risk him getting a hold of that wicked looking enchanted spear of his? No, I don't think so. As for letting either of you go, no, neither of you are leaving this forest alive. You've already devoured one of my pack-mates. On top of that you came into this forest with all your friends from the adventurer's guild with the intention of hunting every so called "monster" that you can find. As far as I'm concerned we're at war. You and your fox are your side's biggest force multiplier. I would be a right fool to not finish you right here and now. You could not have made yourselves any more vulnerable by the way, thanks for that. With all of that being the case, I am going to devour you both now and eliminate the threat to my forest." The wolf's long toothy maw gapes wide and he begins to lift Golshaleron's body towards it.

The dragon gulps again, struggling in the monstrously large werewolf's grasp, his mind struggling to break through the mental clouds. "Wait, no, I don't want to be the one to kill Norlen. Don't let him die in me please, I'm begging you, have mercy."

The werewolf stops, he closes his jaws. A sinister grin spreads across his face. "I'm not going to let him come out of your stomach. That being said, I was told that you granted Rond one last orgasm before you swallowed him. That was nice of you. So, as an act of mercy, I will finish your rider off before I devour you. It will be a faster, less painful death for him and you won't be what kills him. How's that?

"Wa-what, how are you going to do that?"

The werewolf just growls is response. He lowers the dragon back to the ground. Keeping his monstrous clawed hand around the reptiles neck, the feral werewolf awkwardly mounts the smaller male from behind.

"See, I'm going fuck your scaly ass, knot you, then fill your insides with my cum. Your mate will drown in your stomach, and then I'll eat you. Think about it, it really will be faster for him this way. He's just going to slowly and painfully die in your own stomach acid while I'm digesting you otherwise. I really am giving you a choice though. Despite what you may think of werewolves, I'm not a total monster. Just say the word and I'll dismount. I won't fuck you, I'll just eat you.

"Can I at least talk to him first?" The dragon whimpers. "Before I make a choice"?

Silver rolls his eyes. "Make it quick." The wolf beast snarls, wrenching the dragons serpentine neck around so his head is alongside his stomach.

"Norlen, I fucked up, we're not getting out of this one."

"Gol, what do you mean you fucked up? What are we not getting out of? Who is that out there and what the hell is happening?"

"We should have never come to this forest. I'm going to be eaten and you along with me. There's a massive werewolf standing over me. He's holding me down, I can't fight him. I can't throw you up either, his claws are around my neck."

"What how could there possibly be a monster like that? A giant werewolf is going to eat you? You're not making any sense!"

Silver snarls again and drops his head down to the dragon's belly. "I assure you, little insect, that I am very real and your mate is more then capable of making his own choices. My patience is running thin, dragon. What is your decision?"

Golshaleron sighs dejectedly, "I am truly sorry my love, but I have made a deal with this werewolf. Your end will be swifter then mine. This is goodbye, I hope we meet again in the next life."

"Good choice" The werewolf says, He straightens Gol's neck back out and re-adjusts his grip on the dragon's hind quarters. "Well?" he growls"

Golshaleron whimpers and moves his tail to the side submissively.

With a feral snarl Silver moves his hips forwards and begins to grind his large, plump sheath against the dragon's scaled rear. It doesn't take long for wolf's red tapered flesh to emerge, a copious amount of pre leaks from the tip, coating the dragon's scales around his tail hole. Silver quickly finds his mark though, his cock sliding smoothly into the defeated dragon beneath him.

Meanwhile, inside the dragon, Norlen is hopelessly confused. his thoughts are racing. "W_hat does Gol mean_ that he made a deal?" He is jarred from his thoughts as the contents of the stomach, himself included, suddenly slosh forward. As if something had hammered the dragon from behind.

"Gol, what the hell was that, what deal did you make?" The human yells out before getting knocked forward again as another impact hits, then another, and another. The stomach is turned into a churning maelstrom. Rond's skeleton breaks apart and his bones pummel the fox as everything in the stomach is jostled around relentlessly.

Despite himself, Golshaleron whines in pleasure as the werewolf's massive cock spears deeper and deeper into his bowls with every thrust. He can't believe that he is actually enjoying being claimed like this as much as he is. He tries to hide his pleasure from the wolf beast, but Silver's cock is just too much and he moans loudly, just barely stopping himself from calling out the werewolf's name.

"Oh, the great and mighty dragon is enjoying having his ass pounded by a mere moon-cursed human, is he? The werewolf says mockingly. "Then you're going to really love this!" Silver pulls out, leaving just his tip in. Then, as hard as he can, he thrusts back into the dragon. Hilting his massive cock inside the submissive reptile's rear, all the way up to the knot, in one movement.

Golshaleron roars and arches his back as the massive wolf cock within him bottoms out. He has never felt so full and the wolf's member is pressing nicely up against his prostate causing the reptile's entire body to shudder uncontrollably in pleasure. His own reptilian member shoots out of his slit yet again, rapidly hardening.

Norlen barely hears Gol's roar. He is thrown upside down, end over end several times before splashing back down into the stomach's fluids on his hands and knees. He gets a moment to catch his breath even as he feels the dragon's entire frame shudder around him. The reprieve does not last long though as the pounding resumes and the stomach is turned into a churning mess once again.

As he continues hump away relentlessly at the dragon's rear, Silver lowers his jaws down, his maw spread wide. His clawed hand is still wrapped around the reptile's serpentine neck and he easily twists the dragon's head around and forces Gol's muzzle into his maw. The dragon tastes exquisite, he runs his wide, extra long wolf tongue all over and then forces it into the dragon's mouth.

Golshaleron moans into the werewolf's tongue as it dominates his own. Unable to control himself as the larger male continues to thrust his massive tree-trunk sized cock rapidly into his rear. The wolf shaft grinding back and forth over all the most sensitive spots. Neither that or the wolf's tongue is what Golshaleron is most focused on though. Looking into the wolf's gaped, tooth lined maw, he can't stop staring at the back of Silver's throat. He is fixated on it. He is sure that he is soon to disappear down that gullet. The thought horrifies a part of him, but really is it so bad to be eaten? Another shudder travels through his whole body.

"So I guess this is how Rond must have felt." The dragon thinks to himself.

Silver increases the pace of his thrusts yet again. Without slowing, he Releases Golshaleron's muzzle and instead, clamps his jaws around the dragon's scaly neck. His clawed hand releases its grip and shifts back into a paw. He re-adjusts himself, both forelegs now gripping tight around the dragon's hind quarters. It's time to finish this. His massive knot begins to knock at the dragon's entrance faster and faster. Each rapid thrust causes the dragon's whole body to buck forwards despite the wolf having his bulk pressed down on top of him. Only his jaws, wrapped as they are around the dragon's neck, prevent the reptile from sliding out of position.

Dazed, but holding on, Norlen is pressed flat against the walls of Golshaleron's stomach. His head is barely above the surface of the fluids within. He can't move. The shear force of whatever is rapidly hitting the dragon from behind is holding all of the stomach's contents in place.

Silverlight Grows Long At Midnight snarls in a euphoric rage as he thrusts forward, one more time with all his might. Forcing the massive red lobes of his knot past the smaller male's tight anal ring. His flesh quickly swells, completely sealing the dragon up. He wraps his forelegs even tighter around the dragon, holding him close. Silver's impressive furry balls draw up against his body, his cock pulses and twitches within the confines of the dragon, it's about to unleash a torrent. Silver's deep piercing howl echos through the forest as he cums HARD.

Golshaleron's vision darkens and he see stars as his tail-hole is knotted. The momentary pain is replaced by intense pleasure as the large invading bulb of flesh rapidly engorges. Plugging the dragon up and entirely crushing the reptile's prostate. Then he feels a sudden eruption of warmth within, his bowels are quickly pressurized by an intense flood of werewolf cum. With nowhere to go but in, the flood of lycanthropic semen quickly rushes through the dragon's entire large intestine before slowing down. Gol feels the pressure in him lessen for a few seconds, his own member is rock hard and aching for release. Then he feels the werewolf's cock jump within him along with his entire intestinal tract as a second wave of wolf cum is unleashed. Mixing with the first and forcing yet more of the fluid deeper and deeper into his bowels. The second wave is joined by a third and a forth as the werewolf continues to pump him full of cum.

At the same time, still hopelessly confused as to what exactly is going on, Norlen is just grateful that he isn't being jostled around anymore. The stomach is still lurching and shuddering a little bit, but nothing like before. Another problem has arisen though. Golshaleron's stomach had been mostly empty when he had swallowed Norlen. His cum from earlier had also diluted what little stomach acid there was to the point where, up until now, it had not been a problem for his human mate. That was starting to change though. Norlen's fur is starting to fall out, the skin beneath is becoming irritated, he is beginning to be digested. To protect himself he uses Rond's skull as a seat and braces himself halfway up the side of one of the stomach's walls. His head is jammed at an awkward angle against the top of the stomach. His lower body and legs are still still in the fluid somewhat, but his situation is still better then it was. Pounding with his fists against the fleshy walls, starting to panic a bit, he yells out.

"WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME OUT GOL?! ANSWER ME! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MADE A DEAL WITH A WEREWOLF? TELL ME, WHY ARE YOU NOT DOING ANYTHING? THIS ISN'T LIKE YOU!"

Golshaleron can hear Norlen's pleas, but doesn't even try to respond. He is too ashamed of himself. He hadn't even really tried to fight the werewolf and still wasn't exactly sure why. The werewolf's mere presence was just that overwhelming. Even now, all he really wants to do is submit.

"It's too late anyway. I have already failed my mate and there is no way out of this situation."

He had already said goodbye and so there is nothing for him to say to Norlen. Nothing else for him to do in this life except anticipate his inevitable journey into Silver's stomach.

Norlen keeps pounding away at the stomach walls with his fists. He only stops when he begins to hear a gurgling noise coming from deeper inside the dragon. The noise is steadily getting louder and louder until it sounds like it is coming from just below him. Suddenly a geyser of cum erupts from the center of Gol's stomach and quickly begins to fill the fleshy chamber. Realization finally dawns on Norlen. Something big had been fucking Golshaleron hard from behind. That's why he had been jostled around so much within the dragons stomach.

"Gol said it was a giant werewolf? He said that it was going to eat us but he made a deal with it? This deal clearly involves being fucked by the beast. __Somehow this werewolf has filled Gol's bowels_ entirely_ with its cum, and now I'm going to drown! Why would my dragon agree to that? Why didn't he try to fight? Why won't he try to save me? None of this makes any sense!'

The dragon's stomach is still rapidly filling. Terrified and in full panic mode now, Norlen pounds on the stomach walls with all his might.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" He cries.

It's no use, Golshaleron's stomach is almost entirely filled now mixture of digestive fluids, dragon cum, and werewolf cum. Floating on his back, his muzzle pressed up against the top of Gol's stomach, with his legs bent, Norlen manages to take one last breath before the fleshy confines are completely filled. Flailing around, he desperately tries to find a way out, it does not exist. After another minute, Norlen can hold his breath no longer. He exhales and then inhales a mouthful of the yellowish-white, sticky fluid that surrounds him. It quickly fills his lungs. Unable to breath, his lungs filled with cum, Norlen's vision quickly darkens. His mind slips away, and he knows no more.

Silver releases Golshaleron's neck from his jaws as soon as Norlen's heartbeat ceases Injecting another rope of cum into the dragon right as the fox expires.

"See, that wasn't so bad for him, just like I said. Better then being digested alive at least, which is what is about to happen to you."

Golshaleron only whimpers pathetically in response a few tears run down his scaly face and fall to the ground. The dragon has no more words to say, his mental faculties are drained. Between the overwhelming presence of the werewolf, his grief and regret, and the stimulation he is still receiving from the wolf's meat buried deep in his rear. It's all just too much for the dragon, he's little more then the wolf's bitch at this point. The pleasure he is receiving from the beast is the only positive thing left in his life. His tight anal muscles are still clamping around the werewolf's engorged knot, his body is trying to beg for more. His own cock is still fully erect and leaking pre onto the ground at a prestigious rate."

"Mhmm, oh wow, you really like having my dick in you, huh? At least for now, you would break out of that stupor I have you in eventually. Then you'd want me dead, I'm not going to let that happen though. After all, I've worked up quite the appetite and you have the perfect combination of fillings trapped inside your delectable scaly hide!"

Still tied with the dragon, Silver carefully dismounts the smaller male. His forelegs fall to either side of the dragons own forelegs and hook under them. Sitting down on his haunches, he pulls the dragon up in front of himself into a sitting position. Holding the reptile against his chest. The reptile's rear end being held in place by the fat knot buried deep within it. He looks down towards his meal and his jaws open wide and begin to descend over his prey.

Golshaleron looks up to meet his fate, but offers no resistance as the werewolf's bestial elongated muzzle wraps around his head. The werewolf's tongue is working him over, tasting the dragon and coating him with saliva. The tongue ungulates, bringing Gol's head to the back of the werewolf's maw and the entrance to his throat. The dragon gets one last look at daylight through the monster's teeth before the werewolf swallows and his head disappears down the white furred beast's gullet.

Silver begins to gulp and swallow rapidly to get the entirety of the dragon's long serpentine neck into his throat. Reaching the dragons shoulders, the werewolf is now hunched over his prey, cock still tied, buried deep within. With his forelegs he begins to lift up on the dragon's body, tugging at him roughly. Trying to free his knot.

Gol's head arrives at the entrance werewolf's stomach and then stops. His body shudders and he lets out a moan. Another rope of pre erupts from Golshaleron's cock and splatters on the ground. The dragon's anal ring is being stretched beyond its limit and his prostate is under constant assault as the werewolf tries to pull the reptile's body off of his still engorged knot. The inside of the stomach is dark, but Gol can sense the heat radiating from just below him, he can hear the gurgling.

With one last mighty effort, and a loud, wet pop, Silver manages to pull Golshaleron's body off his cock. A flood of cum escaping from the dragon's gaping tail-hole and matting the fur in and around the werewolf's sheath. Wanting to waste no more time, the werewolf greedily forces his jaws over the dragon's shoulders. The werewolf's forelegs change shape yet again, quickly becoming clawed hands that grip his meal around his scaly hind legs. He lifts the dragon's body off the ground and into the air. This allows the werewolf to sit fully upright and tilt his head back. Allowing gravity to take over some of the work as he resumes gulping the dragon down.

Feeling empty without the wolf cock in him, and now entirely upside down, feet dangling in the air. Golshaleron whines pathetically as more and more of his body is swallowed down into the werewolf's stomach. His forelegs are forced flat against his body as his shoulders enter the werewolf's throat. His wings too a forced painfully against his body at an odd angle as they too are gulped down. He can still feel a cool outside breeze on his legs, cock, and tail, a stark contrast to the heat of the stomach his head and neck are experiencing.

Silver continues his swallowing, Gulping down more and more of the thoroughly defeated reptile with every passing moment. Forelegs, shoulders, wings, all slide down the werewolf's bestial gullet. The dragon's erect member passes into the werewolf's maw. Not ready to let it go quite yet, Silver wraps his tongue around it and pulls it back behind the dragons ass. As soon as the dragon's hips slip into his throat, he stops his swallowing. Only the dragon's hind legs, tail, and cock remain outside of the werewolf's gullet, allowing the beast to close his jaws, fully sealing his prey inside. A spurt of dragon pre sprays across the werewolf's tongue as it wraps around the ridged member. Silver alternates between applying suction and stimulating the dragon's ridges by rubbing them against his own ridges located on the roof of his mouth. It doesn't take long for the pent up dragon to erupt and for a load of draconic cum to fill Silver's maw. Grinning, and very satisfied with himself, Silver tilts his head back, and with one last gulp, he washes the rest of the dragon down in a flood of his own cum.

In a rush of fluids, and with a wet plop, the rest of Gol's body is deposited into Silver's stomach. The dragon is completely covered in a mixture of saliva, stomach acid, and his own cum. The digestive fluids are already starting to churn, starting to eat away at his tough scales. The dejected dragon doesn't care. His mate, his reason for living, is already gone. Worse still he had really done nothing to save Norlen. He had not even tried to fight the werewolf. If he had at least then he could say that he tried, even if he never actually had a chance. But he had not, and he knows that this is what he deserves. This is were he belongs. The werewolf is clearly the superior hunter as the beast has reduced him, a once proud gold dragon, to nothing but his latest meal.

Silver lets out a loud belch. His two hands shift back into paws. Rising to all fours, the werewolf pads over to a large comfy looking bed of moss. His sagging, dragon filled belly nearly hitting the ground below. With a yawn, he flops down down onto the moss. One of the paws shifts back into a hand and he begins to idly rub his gut, savoring the feeling of being full. He can clearly feel the outline of Golshaleron's body within him. Continuing his stroking, the werewolf lets out another yawn. It is not long before he drifts off to sleep.

The sun has set by the time Silver awakens. His meal is now partially digested. Poking at his belly he can feel that form within is far less defined and far more squishy then before. Suddenly he feels a kick in response to his probing. "Oh shit, you're still alive in there! The last dragon I ate didn't even last this long. Impressive, but it's time I finish you off."

Silver shifts fully into his hybrid form. Unable to change the size of his body to something more reasonable due to his large meal, the werewolf is an unwieldy 30 feet tall. His head is almost brushing up against the tree branches above. Leaning against a large, ancient tree, he rubs his sheath with a clawed hand. His wolf-hood quickly emerges and begins to harden. Pre erupts from tip coating his hand and begins to rapidly stroke his erection. At the same time Silver clenches his powerful abdominal muscles, crushing the softened sack of meat that had once been a dragon, threatening to break it apart. The struggling from within Silver's stomach intensifies, the half digested dragon seems to want out, something Silver will not allow. Suddenly something gives, and the dragon's body begins to break up, the crushing pressure of the werewolf's stomach is just too much. Silver feels the dragon's body shudder one last time before the reptile expires. Finishing off his prey is enough to send him over the edge. With a feral howl, the werewolf spills his seed onto the moss covered ground below. Completely inundating the area with werewolf cum.

The dragon is dead, but Silver finds that his stomach is still churning, still upset. He can feel something start to come back up his throat and then get stuck. He coughs and hacks repeatedly until finally the object is dislodged. A half digested dragon head comes flying out of Silver's maw and his the cum soaked forest floor with a wet thwack. The werewolf looks down to inspect his stomach's handiwork. An eye is missing, most of the scales are gone and large parts of it are almost down to the bone. Just as Silver looks back up, a large pack of werewolves emerge from the trees. The largest of the group breaks off and approaches Silver.

"We have secured the forest my alpha" The grey furred werewolf states proudly. "The adventurers have been dealt with." He says with a snicker, casually patting his own slightly bulging stomach.

"That's excellent to hear Longclaw, you and the others have done well, as I knew you would. As you can see I have dealt with the dragon and his rider, they will no longer be a problem." Silver replies, nodding towards the dragon head laying on the ground.

"I can see that" Longclaw says as he walks up to his alpha and begins to rub the much larger werewolf's belly. "I hope all this will give us some peace for awhile. I know Rond had been giving them problems, but really this attack on our home was completely uncalled for."

"I hear your concerns." Silver replies with a wicked long toothed grin, an idea clearly already forming in his mind. "We could just descend on their settlements, burn them and flatten them to the ground, but that may provoke too strong a response from the surrounding kingdoms. Besides, I don't think it's necessary. We just need to make sure that they know to leave us alone and to stay out of the Werewood." He turns to regard the Golshaleron's head once again, "and I think I know exactly how we're going to get that message across."

-THE NEXT MORNING AT THE ADVENTURER'S GUILDHALL-

"Hey Sarah, pass me that stack of forms, we have to have those ready for when the hunting parties return."

"Sure thing Joel, when are they suppose to be back? It has been awhile, hasn't it? The other guild halls in the area will be wanting their hunters back."

"You're right, and it has been awhile, but I'm sure.."

CRASH! A large object suddenly bursts through the wall of the building, flying just over the heads of the two startled clerks who just barely manage to duck under their desks in time. the object smashes to the ground, rolling a few times before coming to a complete stop. The two clerks slowly raise their heads above their desks to regard the object. Instantly recognizing it, the two just stand there in stunned silence for several minutes. Finally Sarah speaks up.

"Joel?"

"Yeah, Sarah?"

"I don't think they're coming back."

Before them, laying on the floor of the now open air Guild Hall, is Golshaleron's severed, half digested head.

The End.