Draconian Hunger
**DISCLAIMER**
The following story has no adult content, yet it is about vore. Do not read if you're not interested in the subject!
The sky was clear for such a cold night in the valley. The full moon shone over the thousands of trees and uncountable miles of mountains surrounding the vast forest; it was hard to tell where the mountains started and where they ended in such a remote place of the world that this location was. A black dragon soared above the treetops of the forest and looked in all directions for his night meal. This wasn't his usual hunting place, but it was quite far away from other dragons and the last thing he'd want was another reptile contesting for food. There were many potential victims in this place, the reason he didn't glide directly into the first sight of fresh meat was to avoid groups of animals that could attack him back. The dragon landed to rest on the top of a small hill on the southern edge of the valley. He was tired of looking for a lone prey and breathed a ball of fire into his chest to survive the cold breezes of winter. He was a large and powerful black dragon with a white belly; he had long horns on his head and eyes of a color that were unusual for a dragon... blue. Like a predator bird, the reptile watched over the place and also through the uncountable trees in the forest. He stood on the snowy hill and noticed the place wasn't too far from the lake in the valley. He wasn't thirsty, but knew there was always prey near the crystalline lake. The reptile extended his large wings and flew towards his target location. He hid on the tree branches of a small tree and waited for any animal to come by. The leaves and other branches didn't prevent him from gazing at the natural beauty that was the large pond in front of him. He would have loved to dive into it and swim, but that would scare away his dinner. After a few minutes of resting, the dragon spotted an animal walking far towards the lake. It was a fox, and a delicious looking one. The dragon had always loved canine prey the most and preferred red foxes the best; his stomach was now rumbling from the idea of eating a tasty canine. When the fox stopped in front of the lake to drink some water, the dragon spread his large wings once again and glided instantly over him. Leaving a powerful gust behind when he took off, the dragon flew at his greatest speed and positioned himself behind the fox. With an earthshaking arrival that moved the thousands of snowflakes on the grounds, the dragon opened his wings and tried to prevent the vulpine from escaping. It took a moment for the fox to react and when it turned around, he met the eyes of the predator. "Hello there" the dragon said in a deep, menacing voice; a large cruel grin appeared on his maw and his blue eyes paid attention to nothing but the red vulpine in front of him. He noticed he was slightly bigger than regular foxes. "So it all comes to this?" the fox replied, its voice revealed to the dragon it was actually a female. "Does my life have to end today?" she sighed, "it sadly seems like so." Her voice was calm and even to some extent, she seemed happy. For someone who was about to cease their existence, it didn't look like she really worried about it. The dragon was confused at all of this. "Are you possibly not scared?" the dragon asked. He ignored her questions and returned his wings to a resting position. The small brown eyes never stopped looking at the large blue ones. "Not at all," the vixen replied. She was definitely not nervous at all, and the dragon wondered how it was possible. Did she really not care about becoming the meal of a large reptile? He didn't know, but he was sort of happy he wouldn't need to deal with her in a violent manner. "How come?" The vixen walked calmly back to the lake ignoring the six foot dragon behind her. She took her time to finish drinking the clear water from it and returned to sit in front of him. After a pause, she spoke. "This immense forest has so many animals, yet I am in the disgrace of having most of my friends always eaten. Is the southern area a favorite place for dragons to hunt? I've seen you and others before... I waited the time for you to show up alone so I could finally meet you." The dragon couldn't be any more confused than this. It now felt like if roles were reversed and ironically he was the one who got intimidated... just a little. Prey wouldn't usually fight back when facing a large predator, even less would they ever try to start a personal conversation; even odder it was that the lone prey he was looking for was looking for a lone predator. He had to know what the intentions of this vixen were. "I'm Eva, the vixen." She said proudly. "My name is..." the dragon started in a low voice, but was interrupted by the small canine girl. "Let me continue please," the vulpine broke him off. She indicated the dragon to sit and he did without hesitation. "I am back to my second question, is this a popular place for dragons to come by and hunt?" The dragon didn't know why she would care about that, had she seen lots of his kind many times before? There was a short pause and the dragon responded firmly. "The Valley of the Dragons is located far to the northwest. As far as I know, there aren't a lot of dragons other than me and a few friends who come around to hunt." There was another pause and the vixen talked. Under the moonlight and with the reflection of the water on her, her fur looked delicious and the dragon couldn't help licking his lips in front of such a mouth watering treat. "Are you the dragon who swallows his prey alive?" The dragon was impressed at this, so much he gulped from nervousness. The fact he swallowed his food alive was his secret eating method he didn't show to anyone. Had this vixen been watching him? What did he want from this information? "Being dismembered is a horrible fate," she continued. "As I said, many of my friends were killed by roaming dragons like you." "Well, I'm sorry if..." again, the dragon tried to start talking but was interrupted again. "No, I'm not complaining about it. What I want to know is...how it feels." The dragon was surprised again. "How does it feel like to be eaten whole and alive? That is something I've been wondering for a long time." She lowered her sight for a brief moment and stared at the dragon that was four times bigger than her. "There's always been a black dragon that hunts around and does that, it is you right? I can keep your secret. Even better, it can die with me..." The dragon wasn't sure about what to do next. On one side he was significantly hungrier than half an hour ago, on the other he was scared of a vorerarephile vixen that wanted to be eaten by him. However, how different was it from eating a regular prey? Nothing at all, except that this situation gave him the shivers. The dragon's belly growled and the vixen smiled, she stared at the dragon's belly and slowly raised her head to examine him from there up to his maw and nose. This was the first time the dragon had ever been embarrassed to have his stomach growl of hunger in front of others. "What do you say? Aren't you hungry?" "I Am." the dragon replied, now calmer than a few minutes ago. "I wouldn't mind feasting on someone who is eager to be eaten." He tried to keep his image of a dominant predator by having his voice tone high, "it doesn't make any difference for me." The vixen grinned and the reptile proceeded to examine her more closely. She was actually larger than most foxes and this made him grow interested in taking her down his large gullet. The dragon tried to ignore the fact this night's food actually wanted to be eaten but he would need to know more about her before she was gone. "One last thing," the dragon said, the vixen had never stopped watching the front of his muscular body. "Is this a trap or trick?" "Oh, how could it?" she replied. The night was almost cloud-free and her face was completely illuminated. The dragon had never evaluated his food by looks, but even for a small canine this was a beautiful and tasty meal. "It's not like I could hide a weapon." She grinned at the dragon, and he began to trust her. It sure was impossible for this to be a trap for him. He, however, only had one thing in his mind. If he was going to eat this vixen at her request, he had to make sure both of them would enjoy it. "Does anyone else know about my eating method?" "Is it really that much of an intimate secret of yours?" the vixen, once again, responded his question with another question. "No, it's not like I had anyone to tell about it though..." The dragon felt somewhat bad about the vixen. How would it feel to be a prey? He, as a dragon, would never worry about having his friends and relatives killed. Even with many dangers such as invading enemy dragons, he didn't have to live worried about being eaten by someone higher on the food chain. "Alright then, I'll proceed to eat you. That was my original intention after all." The vixen grinned; she took a deep breath and gave a final look around the valley she had spent her whole life at. She lay over the snowy ground with her white tummy up. She was in a pose similar to domestic dogs when happy and ready to have their belly rubbed, but it was her who was going to rub the dragon's belly... from the inside. "Remember the only rule." She said in a soft voice. "No chewing?" the dragon guessed. The vixen nodded at his response and stayed on the ground waiting for the reptile to do his moves. The cold weather around her would soon be replaced with a warm and wet ambient when she arrived at the insides of the dragon. After the lengthy conversation, the dragon was finally going to have his meal. He could have never believed he would meet a willing prey in his life... in the end, would this be more satisfying or less? He didn't know, but he was already quite hungry and the canine under him looked irresistible. He slowly approached his prey, giant step by giant step, he reached the submissive canine. He would first take her by the head and proceed with the rest of the body from there. The vixen wasn't nervous at all and she was only eager for the reptile to act. For being such a small animal, she had given him enough trouble for a night and finally eating her would please them both. He stood over the vulpine and took a last look at her face. She was small, way smaller than a wolf, but she still wasn't a bite size snack that the dragon would enjoy for just a short time. She never closed her brown eyes, and they met the blue ones for a final time. It felt as if they were a couple of animals getting ready for mating, but the size difference only allowed a predator-prey relationship between them. "Whenever you're ready" the vixen said calmly. The dragon opened his large and powerful maw that could easily rip apart the vixen in one bite; that, however, wasn't going to happen at all now. He lowered his bottom jaw and introduced the vixen's head into his maw carefully. The vixen was initially surprised at the dragon's large fangs that dropped warm drool on her face and his rough tongue, but she calmed herself and didn't retract from her words. The vixen started to enjoy the feeling. She had imagined this for years but couldn't believe it was actually happening. The vulpine was now up to her chest inside the dragon's maw and could feel the reptile's hot breath in her upper body. The dragon wanted to take his time to enjoy this meal; he aggressively threw himself back and lay on his back grabbing the female prey carefully. The sudden movement frightened the vixen for a short moment. "'Orryy obou' 'at" the dragon tried to say after feeling her tense, but even if the female had replied he wouldn't be able to know. The dragon's voice seemed funny to the vixen and made her giggle, but all she wanted was him to continue in his feeding. The dragon proceeded to push her into his insides and noticed most of her body was already inside the dragon's mouth. The female was feeling the warmth of his gullet and his breath was all over her. She didn't care anymore about the teeth; she obviously was scared of them but this dragon sure did know how to treat ladies nicely. The dragon had his back on the cold ground while in contrast he felt pleasant warmth in his mouth and chest because of his meal. The vixen's back legs, rump and her tail were the only body parts that were outside the dragon whilst the rest of it were getting soaked in reptilian drool and breath. She was enjoying the one-way ride to the dragon's belly and her small furry head was already peeking inside the dragon's gullet. "Don't stop." She tried to say as loud as she could, but the dragon only felt some minor vibration in his throat. Dragon drool was covering all her upper body now and all she could see were the dark pink and red insides of the reptile. Outside, he was deeply enjoying his meal. He played with the vixen's tail using his claws and used his tongue to move her around while inside his maw; she was possibly greased in enough dribble now and ready to continue on her voyage. The dragon gave a large gulp and her delicate legs disappeared into him leaving only a long tail on the cold outside. The vixen's head was already in its way down the reptile's esophagus and felt the insides applying pressure on her from all directions, and the predator's slow but potent heartbeat echoing in her small ears. They were both enjoying this, and the dragon didn't want to end it too soon. He closed his eyes in delight and used his claws to feel the soft bulk that was going to arrive soon at his impatient stomach. The vixen inside could already see the valve that would be the entrance to her destination, and wondered if the dragon would send her right away. On the outside, the dragon enjoyed the last seconds with his canine prey. If he could, he would have thrown her out to enjoy the process again but he didn't want to be interrogated again by the weirdest vulpine he had ever met. With a final big gulp and a slurp to her long tail, the dragon completely swallowed the vixen and the bulk went down his gullet. Inside, the soaked canine was slowly pushed into the reptile's stomach by the interior muscles and passed thru the valve that would lead her into his stomach. Her head was the first to arrive at the warm and wet insides of the dragon; her body dropped in the reptile's rough belly, it had a strong scent, and his stomach acids felt like the hottest spring waters she ever had been at... but she never stopped enjoying this. The dragon on the outside was still lying on his back and had his claws rubbing his now larger belly. He was licking his maw tasting the flavor of vixen that had just gone through it and belched loudly below the full moon. Normally, he would have flown back to the Valley of the Dragons after feeding but he had to make sure his prey would enjoy a peaceful moment. He would have never imagined the day he met a willing prey would come, but it had. He smiled; he stroked once again his inflated belly and wondered how much had the vixen enjoyed this. She had her fantasy come true tonight and the dragon would lull her to sleep until she became part of him forever. He chuckled, and wondered if he would meet another interesting canine like this tomorrow.
**COMMENTS**
An unexpected vore story! I mostly did this to practice vore writing and not let my deviant die account from inactivity (most of the stuff in here won't see the light there). I think it is my first time writing about a willing prey. Another reason is that when writing the sequel to Reservoir Wyvern, I found out it was too complicated to actually be enjoyable. When you have many characters and change perspectives often (and from first person narrative to third person) it just DOESN'T WORK. So here it is, a random dragon and a random willing prey vixen. Or aren't they? Enjoy~