“Darling, please. You’re making a scene,” Zartev grumbled through clenched teeth. The gray Dragon glanced around. Everyone at the gala was staring at him now. Wonderful. Had he known the Husky would raise such a ruckus over being eaten, Zartev would have come to the gala with someone else. His dress shirt strained over his bulging stomach. The buttons were about to pop. “Would you quit moving around so much?” he hissed. “This suit is a rental.”
The Dragon glanced out of the corner of his eye. A Gray Wolf with blue tufts of fur and curling black vine-like fur patterns stared with shock. Had he never seen a predator fill his belly at a fancy party? Sheesh. Everyone here was so rude. Whispering and staring. Moving away from him. Squirming in his stomach after he’d asked so nicely to calm down. He thought this was supposed to be a classy place. He locked eyes with a round-gutted Lion across the room. The feline smiled in approval. SOMEBODY understood at least.
If Zartev couldn’t devour someone in the ancestral home of the Predation legalization movement, where COULD he? He walked past the old paintings up for auction, part of a charity benefit to raise money for the restoration of the old sandstone castle. He swiveled his glass of merlot and downed it all in one gulp, splattering his stomach’s occupant with the fine wine. The resulting squirm snapped two of the buttons on his shirt. Zartev grunted, clutching his now-exposed belly. “Damn it, Crème,” he cursed under his breath. He huffed and set the empty glass on a tray as a waiter hustled past. The Dragon clapped his paws and rubbed them together, scanning the room with hungry yellow eyes. He’d already lost the deposit on the suit, so he might as well help himself to another guest. He locked eyes with the Gray Wolf, who hastily looked away and adjusted a bowtie rather nervously. Zartev licked his lips and strode towards the trembling canine.
The benefit gala at the Tafari Castle Museum has taken an unfortunate turn.
But you can't make a scene at a fancy party.
My YCH Raffle piece is finally finished!
Congrats again to the winners:
Korsah
Creme_Glacee
ThatAceWuffWuff
Characters featured in the pic belong to them.
The Dragon glanced out of the corner of his eye. A Gray Wolf with blue tufts of fur and curling black vine-like fur patterns stared with shock. Had he never seen a predator fill his belly at a fancy party? Sheesh. Everyone here was so rude. Whispering and staring. Moving away from him. Squirming in his stomach after he’d asked so nicely to calm down. He thought this was supposed to be a classy place. He locked eyes with a round-gutted Lion across the room. The feline smiled in approval. SOMEBODY understood at least.
If Zartev couldn’t devour someone in the ancestral home of the Predation legalization movement, where COULD he? He walked past the old paintings up for auction, part of a charity benefit to raise money for the restoration of the old sandstone castle. He swiveled his glass of merlot and downed it all in one gulp, splattering his stomach’s occupant with the fine wine. The resulting squirm snapped two of the buttons on his shirt. Zartev grunted, clutching his now-exposed belly. “Damn it, Crème,” he cursed under his breath. He huffed and set the empty glass on a tray as a waiter hustled past. The Dragon clapped his paws and rubbed them together, scanning the room with hungry yellow eyes. He’d already lost the deposit on the suit, so he might as well help himself to another guest. He locked eyes with the Gray Wolf, who hastily looked away and adjusted a bowtie rather nervously. Zartev licked his lips and strode towards the trembling canine.
The benefit gala at the Tafari Castle Museum has taken an unfortunate turn.
But you can't make a scene at a fancy party.
My YCH Raffle piece is finally finished!
Congrats again to the winners:
Korsah
Creme_Glacee
ThatAceWuffWuffCharacters featured in the pic belong to them.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Vore
Species Dragon (Other)
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