A little blueberry dragon walks through the forest, looking for delectable little blueberries. Finding some, he gobbles up as many as he can, unaware that the dragon stalking him has a taste for blueberries as well.

Blueberry Scream
A Vore Story by WhaleLord

The wind flowed through the trees, the leaves rustling with each passing gust. The birds chirped and sang, the fluttering of their wings pairing nicely with the shuffling leaves as they flew, soaring above the tree tops. The breeze carried onwards and upwards, weaving and streaming through the trees of a massive forest, stretching for hundreds of miles in all directions. Interwoven through this nearly untapped source of natural resources were pristine rivers, bubbling with spirit and vigor as the crisp, cool mountain water flowed down from the tall mountain ranges to the north. The largest river, mighty and powerful as it cut through the vast landscape, was fed by many smaller tributaries, each of which trickled in from other streams. The smallest of these streams, little more than a trickle of water fed by incremental drips from a nearby cliff face, fed into a moderate little creek, the soft babbling of the shallow stream carrying softly through the bushes and the trees. Rocks line the shallow stream, sticking out in uneven intervals as it flows around a bend. A shallow oxbow lake forms a small wetland near where the creek used to curve. The entire landscape is beautiful and pristine, the air crisp and moist with the fresh smell of mountain air and flowing ice water. A few patches of grass crop up from the rocks along the creek’s edge, eventually forming into the thick, tall grass covering the creek bank. And, along this grass, a number of small footprints flow upstream, pressing the grass down in little clumps. As one follows these footprints, one finds a blue, spiny tail, followed by little paws, a belly, a waist, wings and a webbed, spiny head holding a dainty little basket in it’s maw. Within the basket float a few berries, rolling from side to side as the creature walks along. His eyes, sharp to the sight of berry bushes, scans the tree line for any signs of his goal. His snout, sitting a comfortable length up his little head, sniffs at the air, smelling for any particularly interesting scents, or anything that would catch the attention of a hungry little blueberry dragon. The light little scent of fresh berries wafts over the wind, carried over the stream babbling next to him. With glee, his little spines rise into the air, before he begins to tread off in the direction of the sweet summertime scent.

His little footprints pitter and patter against the soft grass before splashing into a nearby puddle. The little creature is a small juvenile berry dragon, a little hatchling looking for the sweet summertime treat of blueberries. His little toes shook off the water, flicking a few times, before continuing their journey through the woods. The hills to the left and right of the creek sloped gradually upwards, but peaked at almost two hundred feet. They were nearly a half mile wide, covered from top to bottom in massive birch trees. Litters of white bark wrappings littered around the bases, and every once in a while, the little dragon would scooch up to one, sniffing at it, before carrying on. The fresh smell of half-rotten birch bark was a comfortable smell. Woody, earthy, sweet and homely. Each little sniff brought a happy little glimmer to the sweet little dragon’s eyes as he continued onwards upstream.

A few minutes go by, the little dragon darting into the woods, nose held high to smell the delicate scent of blueberries as he looked left and right, the elusive wild fruits nearing closer as he followed the trail along the creek. He waddled off to the left first, then the right, before splashing through the little creek to the other side. The creek was shallow, filled with smooth little rocks. The rocks of this creek had a fascinating luminescence at night, under any phase brighter than a half moon. Travelers would call this creek the Glowing Waters, as the rocks within shimmered with a dull multicolored glow. On the other side, the forest stretched on, flowing over the hill. This hill, unlike the hill on the left, was much steeper, but nearly just as tall. As the smell of the blueberries grew, the little dragons' pace quickened, the babble of the brook growing softer as he began walking into the woods in search of the fruit. As he winds his way through the forest, he finally spots what he’s been searching for all along; blueberry bushes! His limbs tingle with excitement as he walks over towards the bushes, looking up at the massive shrubbery. The berry bushes sit in taller grass along another small creek, flowing from up the hill to the right. The creek is no more than a slight trickle, a foot in diameter, but the earth dips nearly three feet down for the winding water snake. It flows idly into the nearby creek, underneath a fallen tree, the muddy water clouding the stream as it merged. The little dragon walked right up to the bushes; eyes wide with excitement. He grazes the tall bushes, each of the nearly dozen berry bushes almost completely full to the brim with delectable fruit. He begins at the nearest berry bush, almost chewing on the basket handle as he begins to take fruit from the tree. With little plops ad plonks, fruit is dropped into the little basket, small stains mark where some of the fruit lands. The happy little berry dragon begins to hum a little song, a joyous little melody reminiscent of “Go Tell it on the Mountain.” He walks around the first berry bush, his eyes growing wide seeing each new berry. Every third berry, he tosses one into his little maw, chewing it with glee and vigor. He sniffs the berry bush happily before continuing this adorable little cycle.

“One for me, one for them, one for later. One for me, one for them, one for later,” the little berry dragon chirps, their voice shrill and new. They continue to hum this little melody as they dance around the tree, picking and eating berries with passion. They continue onwards for an hour, walking from berry bush to berry bush, having the absolute luxury to only take home the freshest, crispest berries from this secret haven of blueberries. The sun, hidden behind the nearby hills, begins to set, long shadows of trees cast onto the leftmost hill as orange light begins to settle in. As dusk breaks, the blueberries become harder and harder to see for the little berry dragon. Even using his nose, he can’t find nearly as many more as he would like to. With a little sigh, he shrugs, figuring he can come back to this patch tomorrow. He picks a few more berries before turning around, beginning his little walk down the stream.

As he walks, the woods around him grow darker, the shadows of the trees growing spindly and long as the sun falls below the horizon. Rippled streams of clouds flow through the sky, leaving patches open for the intermittent star to pass its light through. The little dragon walked along the smaller stream, following it down to the larger creek, before turning to walk downstream, back towards his home. He hums a happy little tune to himself, the world around him changing as the light from the sun grows dimmer. In the sky, a half-moon shines down from above, it’s reflection shimmering on the rippling surface of the creek. The little berry dragon walked slower down the creek than he did coming up, the lack of light making footing a bit more treacherous. The rays of the moon flow through the trees to the right, dancing along the ground where the berry dragon walked. The wind flows through the trees, whipping, biting shadows flowing fiercely over the dragon, swooping over him as another gust blows through. With a worried “meep,” the little dragon, named Para, walks faster, trying as best he can to not spill the heaping basket of berries he carries with him. Every once in a while, he steps into a puddle, jumping a little at the shock of the colder water on his sensitive paws. He looked up at the sky, the moon cresting over the tree line as he sat to watch it, resting for a few minutes to rest. He scratching his back with a rear paw, before picking up the basket once more, walking onwards with caution and diligence in mind. As with many nights where the moon shines down, the stones idly began to glow. One by one, certain stones began to shine a dull iridescent blue, others purple, and even more red or green, the hue rippling with the flow of the current. He walked along the river, watching for the edge as he followed the beautiful glowing rocks. It was almost like following a magical road, paved out in front of you with beautiful works of nature. Sometimes, as he trotted downstream, he would notice the rocks besides the river, and even some boulders sitting on the hills around him, glowing with the same dull glow. Even the soil in curtain patches has a distinct glow to it, some blue, and others green, red or even purple. The little berry dragon knows to only step onto the green or blue patches, as the rest have rather unpleasant effects. As he walks, he follows the path home, excitedly passing a tree he had marked with a little scratch. He was only a few more miles from home, and he couldn’t wait to be back.

Meanwhile, in the woods, a much greater creature loomed. A creature which stood almost forty-five feet high, her head gracing the trees as she weaved through the trees effortlessly. Her form, efficiently slender, flows through the trees, her head dipping down as she passed through some of the thicker branches. She began walking up a hill, sniffing at the air for any signs of life. As the breeze blows by her, her ears flick at the passing grace of some tree branches as she continues forward. Her footfalls, although falling onto dead branches and roots, make little sound, the soft pads of her paws dampening her sound print. As she walks, her hips sway from left to right, powerful muscles drive her forward as she pressed on in search of something to eat. Her hunting grounds hadn’t been very fruitful the past few days, and she thought of returning to her den to consume something preserved there. She would do so if necessary, and at this point, her stomach was empty, growling angry at her as she continued onwards. She had been walking on for a while now, almost since the break of dawn, and she has worked up a bit of a thirst. She As she walked down the hill, she looked down, seeing the familiar sight of a winding creek, pockmarked with glowing rocks of yellow, purple, blue and green. She quickened her pace, reaching the little creek quickly, before her snout dove down into the delicious, clear, cool mountain water. She gulped up a few full gulps, the water of the creek forming a little bowl around her snout as she greedily drank up the water. After five massive gulps, she licked at her lips, the moonlight reflecting off of her moist lips as her head rose, her golden hazel eyes browsing the forest around her. She was about to step over the creek when a strange, familiar scent caught her nose. She stopped in her tracks, one paw held idly in the air as she sniffed. Her ears rose, her eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she smelled the familiar scent of blueberries. Her snout lowered itself down to the ground, inhaling the earth with a deep breath, before releasing slowly. Her eyes flared with a bit of red, before she began to walk downstream, off to the source of this strange berry scent.

As she continued down the stream, she watched as the wind began to change direction, blowing clouds in from the east underneath the wispy clouds that had been there before. She continued onwards, unhindered, her eyes dilating until they absorbed every available bit of light around. Even with the moon completely blocked out and the creek dimmed to obscurity, she could see almost perfectly. Her footfalls quickened their soft thumping as she neared the source of the berry scent. She weaved into and out of the forest, her eyes panning around, looking for the sweet little bushes. After a few minutes more of searching, she found a nice row of berries; a row quite familiar to her. A sign posted on one of the nearby trees simply read “3,” in reference to the cultivated patch of blueberries she had growing. She grinned happily, before leaning down, ready to gobble down some of the delectable little fruits. However, after licking the first bush, her tongue returned no berries. She leaned down, her eyes scanning the berries, only to discover that half of them had been picked clean. A soft growl rose into her throat, her head swiveling as if looking to see who had done such a thing to her precious berries. She had made sure that the bears in the area had been taken care of, and no wolves trespassed on her property. She began to pace around the bushes, looking for tracks of any sort. Not long after, she sees the little paw prints left by the little visitor, a snarl greets her lips as she leans down, sniffing at the prints, gathering their scent. Afterwards, she continues down the stream. However, her snarl is replaced with a happy grin when she discovers that this little visitor has been there quite recently. In fact, should her nose be right, they haven’t been gone from the berry patch for less than a day. With a rejuvenated vigor, she continues down the creek, sniffing in increments for the little trespasser’s delectable little scent.

Meanwhile the little dragon scurries along, his little paws softly piffing and paffing against the soft ground as he continues over the land, making sure to not step in the creek right next to him. He looks up at the moon, noticing a few long strings of clouds floating in as the night grows dimmer, stars growing brighter as he moves along. He walks along for a few more minutes, before crouching down onto the soft grass, taking a rest. He sniffs at the basket of blueberries, the urge to nom them temptation enough for him to dig his little snout into the little basket. He crunches and noms a few of the berries, paying little attention to the surrounding environment.

Meanwhile, Darala walks along the path, sniffing at the ground curiously for any trace of the little trespasser. She continues on the trail, the wet ground growing moister as the air gets colder, dew settling lightly onto the grass below her. She slowly follows the path, making sure her footfalls are gentle, methodical, patient as she stalks her unaware prey. The smell of a living creature makes her stomach yearn for fresh, active prey. She remembers the good times she had with prey in the past, stalking behind them as she watched them work themselves into a corner. It was absolutely beautiful to watch. Each prey was unique to her, and she remembered each one fondly. With each memory growing fresher in her mind, the hunt now her top and only priority, her maw began to water, and her eyes glowed a bright red. Her maw began to glow as well, rays of red light flowing through the gaps between her cheeks. She continued forward, her eyes locked ahead as her pace began to quicken, her heart beating in ample anticipation for just what kind of prey she was hunting.

Meanwhile, little Para continued to eat little berries, nomming them one at a time as he enjoyed the sweet little crunch each berry gave him. His tail swayed happily in the grass, flushing away the dew which had settled down as it grew a bit colder in the night. With each little berry, his eyes glowed a bright purple, before softly dimming. This process repeated until he had eaten at least a dozen little berries, his ears rising as he listened to the creek behind him. He looked up, licking the sweet juices from his maw, seeing a light haze rising from the moist ground. The haze seemed to highlight his path, the light fog highlighting the glow of the creek as the light refracted from the rocks upwards into the sky. The little berry dragons’ eyes glowed a bright, happy purple as he continued on his merry way, the path now quite illuminated for him as he marched ever onwards to his little den. However, unbeknownst to him, the glow of his eyes was also quite well highlighted in the evening fog, a beaming spotlight to lead any hungry predator right to him.

Meanwhile, less than a quarter mile away, a hungry drake marched forward, sniffing eagerly at the air in search of the berry thief. This little prey she chased seemed to have very little scent, the only real smell she could follow was the smell of the blueberries. In fact, the smell of the blueberries was so strong, she thought it might actually be the smell of the little prey. Of course, this would be ridiculous, she thought, what kind of prey smells like a blueberry? She smelled the ground a bit more, trying to draw any sort of reasonable scent to follow. However, drawing none, she thought it best if she got to a bit higher ground in order to scout out any movement from the valley below. The haze rising from the ground over the valley was enough to convince her, and she broke with the trail, walking up the hill a little in order to further her view on the landscape below. She picked up her pace a bit, her maw still glowing as she continued up along the middle of the hill. As she looked down, she spotted something interesting; the impression the berry dragon had made in the ground as he laid down to rest. She trotted down the hill, eagerly sniffing at the fresh print eagerly, her eyes and maw flaring as she did so. She sniffed at the ground eagerly, inhaling the scent of the little dragon deeply, ingraining it into her mind.

“So, you smell like berries after all,” She whispered to herself, her maw hanging open as a little string of sticky saliva floated off of her cheek, “And you’re close. Very close. So close... I can almost taste you...”
With that, she continued onwards, her pace quickening as she walks briskly down the creek bank. Her soul burned with vigor as she sniffed at the air, the sweet smell of blueberries growing stronger, even as the mist grew thicker around her. She panted, breathing deeply as the thrill of the chase flowed through her veins. She was so caught up with the thrill of finally having something to eat that she missed one little step in her footing, her paw plunging into the creek with a loud “Sploosh.”
Para walked along, humming quietly to himself, thinking about the warmth and comfort home would bring him once he was there. It grew a bit colder in the valley, the air biting at his nose as be breathed now. He continued walking, until suddenly, the echoing sound of a splash sounded out from behind him. The sound, deep and throaty, carried through the valley, echoing once before it is lost to the ether of the night. Para freezes, his eyes glowing light blue as he looks back towards the noise. He freezes, a shiver running through him as he listens, ears perked up and ready. The spines of his back rise up, forming an impressive fin on top of his head as he looks back, scanning the way he had come. As he looked, he began to notice another strange glowing off in the distance. Along with the multi-colored glow of the creek, he could see a faint red glow in the distance, sitting ominously almost 40 feet above the water’s surface. He watched the light curiously, at first thinking little of it. He thought it could just be another glowing boulder that he wasn’t paying attention to, like those on the hills around him. He was just about turn around, continuing on his journey, when something happened.

It moved.

The light moved. Ever so slightly, the light began to move in relation to Para. The vibrantly glowing light moved a bit to the left, before bobbing slowly up and down, down and up. And, according to the little berry dragon, it was getting brighter. His spikes stood on end, his eyes glowing light blue brightly as he began to walk away as fast as he can, trying to make sure his little basket was safely maintained within his maw. He scampered along, his little footfalls making a bit more noise than they had before as he tried to get back home. The night suddenly grew darker, the soft, iridescent glow of the creek rocks the only light available. When he looked towards the sky, all he could see were dark, wispy clouds. He knew that without the moon, the rocks wouldn’t glow. Without the rocks, there was no way home. And with no way home, he would be stuck overnight. In the woods. With whatever was glowing behind him. And he swore he thought it was getting closer.

Darala froze after she had stepped into the puddle of water, the splash echoing throughout the valley around her. She held her gaze on the path ahead of her, her head laying still as she looked from left to right to see if anything had witnessed her blunder. She sighed, thinking she must have surely scared off whatever she was chasing. With a heavy gait, she began to move forward once more, her head bobbing lazily as she continued onwards. However, almost a hundred feet ahead of her, she saw something interesting; a glowing blue light. She didn’t know what it was, but it was something she’d almost never seen before. Perhaps it was what she has been chasing all of this time. Perhaps it had seen her. Perhaps it was going to run. The thrill of the chase boiled her blood once more, and she continued onwards at a brisk pace, keeping herself low to the ground. She grinned a fiendish grin, the thought of fresh prey pulling at her mind, driving her thick, muscular legs to push her ever forward. Soon, She thought, panting, I will have my feast.

Little Para scurried along, trying as hard as he could to maintain a good distance away from whatever that was that was behind him. However, no matter how fast his little legs moved, it appeared the creature was closing in, red glow hauntingly close as he continued through the brush. The little berry basket swung from his maw, left to right has he swiftly jogged along. His ears rotated back, and a soft thumping could be heard from behind him. He turned around briefly to look, his eyes widening as he witnessed the nightmare before him. Instead of one bright light, the glowing had split into two separate glowing orbs, bobbing ominously nearly 50 feet behind him. As he continued to stare, he witnessed the source of a third source of light. A line of light began to seep in from below the two glowing orbs, the same color red as he had seen before. But, instead of eyes, the flowing revealed the silhouettes of dozens of long, dagger-like teeth, cornered with long dual fangs. Four fangs sat at the top, four at the bottom, two on the insides smaller than the outside fangs. Para’s little eyes began to glow even brighter as he looked at what was following him. Eyes. Fangs. Teeth. He was being stalked. The eyes stopped bobbing, before holding still, staring dead in the direction the little dragon sat. The lights dimmed for a moment, before brightening, deathly, demonic beams of light flowing through the fog, focusing in on him as he sat still, staring in paralyzing fear at whatever it was. The maw opened once more, the silhouettes of every tooth visible to the terrified dragon as she stared at what could only be a massive predator.
From the lights flowed a soft, sultry sound, almost like the whisper of a morning dove on a cold fall morning. A laugh, female, rose up from the creature, shipping into his little ears as they perked up to listen. This laugh, however, wasn’t meant to soothe. It was female, definitely, but deep and cold.

“There you are.”

The words send an icy shiver down his spine, immediately followed by the purest instinct a creature has: survive. He turns sharply around, before running down the bank, hearing the trotting of the predator’s paws picking up behind him. He continues to run forward, trying as hard as he can to outrun the beast behind him. He runs and runs, faster and faster until a few berries begin bouncing out of the berry basket. His heart thumps as he tries as hard as he can to outrun or outmaneuver the great beast behind him. He dares to glance back, a terrifying sight staring back at him. The great eyes are larger, closer now, bobbing up and down as the thump of her footfalls closes in on him. He runs with everything he has, hearing the footfalls growing closer, looking around desperately for any kind of shelter. He sees a fallen log ahead of him, laying limply over the creek. Underneath the log lays a small cave, once a burrow for a small animal. He jumps off of the bank to the cave, shuffling himself deep into the dark crevasse. He shuffles backwards inside, roots tickling his sensitive ears as he scoots backwards. He sits at the back of the cave, looking out into the world. Unbeknownst to him, his little eyes still glowed brightly, the cave in front of him illuminated in response. He breathes deeply, trying to regain his composure, the soft footfalls of the dragon growing closer. Closer. Closer. They stop. The silence is nearly deafening, his little ears picking up little more than the light trickling of the water below him. He panted softly, his breathing beginning to slow, before a massive paw fell into the water in front of him. It took everything to prevent himself from screaming loudly, his paw slapping over his maw in terror. The paw was that of a large drake, sharp claws extended almost 6 inches. A golden pattern of scales flowed around the slightly spread, shorter digits before flowing up the blood red scales of her arm. Para instinctively closed his eyes, trying as hard as he could not to look any more in the menial hope that the predator would just up and walk away to find an easier meal. He practically hugged himself into a little ball, pressing himself against the wall behind him. He tucked his wings to his body and his tail to his chest, trying to make himself as small of a target as possible. He waited what felt like an hour for the dragon to leave, for this night to be over, for his little bed to meet him again. He closed his eyes until a strange feeling washed over him. The wind changed outside. It grew.... warm. His little snout rose up, only to press against something. He felt at whatever it was with a little paw, before opening his eyes completely.

A bright red light shone over him, his little eyes widening as they met with the beast which had been hunting him all this time. The snout lay mere inches from his, nostrils flaring as she took in his delectable berry scent.
“Hello there, little one.”

To say Para screamed would be an understatement. His little voice, fresh and shrill, screeched with a blood-curdling “EEEEP!” as he came face to face with the beast. He knew he couldn’t fight a beast like her, and he had nowhere else to go. A deep feeling of emptiness and dread swept over him, his little legs trying to push him further into the wall behind him. He pawed at the walls; their solid mud composure impossible to quickly claw through. His mind raced, a million repeating thoughts of escape rushed through it as he desperately clawed at the walls. He even began clawing at the wall behind him to try to gain himself some more ground into the cave. However, this proved to be quite foolish, as his tail drifted to lay on the dragon’s snout. Feeling the beast behind him, he continued his hopeless digging efforts, before feeling something grip the base of his tail.

Darala had been chasing the little dragon for almost a half hour, her paws tingling from running as she looked at the precious little creature within the cave. Her paw reached in, gripping the helpless little hatchling by the very base of their tail. She sniffed at him, smelling the rich, succulent scent of blueberries rising from him. Blueberries, and the always-tantalizing smell of fear. Fear was such a unique smell, a scent which evoked such pure, unrestrained emotion. A beautifully complex scent to evoke such primal excitement. She grinned, her maw glowing with a bright, crimson red as she began to pull the hatchling from his little burrow. He came with a screech and a number of weak protests, his claws digging into the muddy ground as he was pulled from safety. After she had pulled him far enough out, she lifted him into the air, his legs and wings splayed outwards as he sat helplessly within her grasp.
“Um..h-hello big dragon...” the little dragon squeaked, his voice almost a chirp. He swung nervously from her paw, her soft paw pads gripping his little tail base. Just tight enough as to not hurt him, “P-please put me down. Please...M-Miss dragon...”

"And why would I do that?” Her maw moved as she spoke, her eyes elegantly detailed. Although the irises glow red, different ridges glow different shades of red. Her pupils are round, and around her eyes lay golden scales, flowing back up her head to her ears. Her ears are thin and long, curled as dry bay leaves do, erect and aware of the little dragon. “You’re trespassing on my property.”

“I... um...” Para thought of a good response to her words. His little mind awash with ideas, he spoke the first which came to his mind, “I, um.. I’m afraid of heights...”

The laugh he had heard before echoed throughout the valley once more, the little berry dragon looking up at her nervously as he watched her maw spread into an evil smile as she did so, “A dragon afraid of heights? I’ve never heard of such a thing. You’re silly. I think that’s cute....”

With that, she leans forward, licking his little face lightly, her semiforked tongue snaking out of her partially opening maw past her lips. The tongue was warm, spongy and wet, coating the underside of his little jaw with warm, sticky saliva. He squirmed a bit as she licked him, his little legs kicking as she did so. He closes his eyes and tries to wipe the sticky saliva from his face, but the slime flows over his face repeatedly, her tongue wrapping around his shout completely, before finally retreating into her maw. When he opens his eyes again, her eyes are glowing an even bright red.
“Mmm.... you taste just like blueberries, yo
u know that?” She speaks, her voice creamy smooth as she speaks to him. She twists him around in her grasp, rotating him a bit as his wings rest splayed out to either side, weakly flapping before resting once more.
“I... d-do I? I didn’t know...” He kicks a bit more, his voice growing a bit shrill as he speaks, “Y- you don’t like b-blueberries, do you?”

A soft chuckle rises from her lips, her maw drifting down to his face before she begins to lick him once again, her tongue pressing the little spines back softly, before they sprung u
pright once more. “I love blueberries, little dragon. In fact, I believe those berries you took are from my bushes.”
Para’s eyes flashed a bright light blue, his little splayed limbs squirming nervously as he is held within her grasp, upside down. “I- I’m sorry. I’ll give them back. I didn’t know they were-”

“Nonsense, dear little berry dragon. You can have those berries. They’re all yours.” She spoke, her warm voice flowing over her lips as she spoke.

“R-really?” He said, his eyes wide with excitement. His eyes even sparkled a shimmer of hopeful amber gold.
“Of course, dearest little dragon.” She grinned, her rows of teeth visible in front of her glowing maw. She licked her lips, looking down at him greedily, her snout inching closer towards him, nostrils flaring as she inhaled his scent. “Besides, I have my own little blueberry right here.”

Seeing the predatory greed sitting within her eyes, the little hatchling squirmed and wriggled, trying to get out of the dragons’ firm grip to no avail. “N-no! I’m not a snack! I’m- I’m poisonous! You can't eat me! I’ll... I’ll make you sick!”
She leans forward again, licking him from the base of his neck to the top of his snout. She purrs happily as she tastes the delectable blueberry flavor practically seeping from the berry dragon. “Mmm... you don’t taste poisonous at all. In fact, you taste... delicious. I think I’ll risk it, just this once...”

Para’s squirming continued his little dangling body rotated until his spines faced the dragon. He found himself being hoisted further into the air, her snout following his as she lifted him upwards. She grinned greedily as she eyes her little meal, her maw began to slowly part open. As her maw parted, her lips pulled back, her long, sharp teeth silhouetted against the red glow of her maw. As she opened her maw wider, her fangs, half a meter long, came into view. Before long, the little dragon could see the entirety of her maw, the glow stemming from magical veins of light flowing through the soft, shimmering flesh of her maw. Her maw was soaking wet with warm saliva, a sweet strawberry smell drifting up from the warm, supple flesh. Her tongue inched up from its resting place towards the terrified little dragon, gracing his cheek before floating away, a trail of saliva drawing with it. As Para looked down into her maw, he saw her throat open greedily before closing again, the soft, muscular flesh pressing against itself as he watched.

She moved him closer, his eyes growing wide as he could do nothing but stare down into her gaping maw. His struggles grew feverish now, his rear legs kicking weakly against her digits, their grip unwavering as she lowered him to his fate. His eyes were almost spotlights of bright blue light, wide and unblinking as his little maw stammered out a few words. “W-wait, big dragon.... I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to trespass! I- I didn’t see any signs or anything! I just wanted some berries! Please don’t eat me!! Just... Just let me go and I’ll never come back! Promise!”
His words squeaked out of his little throat as he fought to free himself, his little wings flapped feverishly, trying to gain him some freedom from the dragon’s powerful grip. In fact, as they flapped and his little legs kicked, her grip began to loosen, if only by a little bit. He smiled a bit to himself, a sparkle of hope flowing into his little heart once more, eyes flashing amber gold.

“Let you go? Very poor choice of words, little dragon.” She said, her voice flowing over him in waves as she spoke, her throat opening as her did so. Without warning, her paw opens and in a moment he is sent free-falling down into her maw, his little wings given barely any time to react. His arms reach out to catch himself instinctively, his eyes wide as he watches the throat open to catch him. A scream barely escapes his lips before he sees the maw close shut in an instant, his little body captured, embraced by the soft flesh surrounding him. His tail sits outside of her maw, wriggling freely as she begins to truly taste at the supple flesh. As her maw closed completely around the helpless little hatchling, her tongue began to explore his little body, flowing gracefully over his head, down his back, over his wings. She rolled her maw from side to side, making sure his little wings would be tucked in against his sides. Her tongue played with his little body, covering his back in warm, sticky saliva, before drifting down to his belly. As she licked and tasted at his belly, he couldn’t help but squirm around, batting and kicking at the tongue as it drifted over his sensitive underside before it began exploring his paws. It flowing through the little gaps between the digits to clean them, gathering the decadent flavors offered up by the little paw pads. Her maw glowed with bright red light as she drank in his intoxicating flavors, the prominent flavor of blueberries only enriched by all-encompassing flavor of fear. Fear sat on the little dragon almost as strongly as blueberry flavor, a taste that thrilled her more than any other. The tip of her tongue glowed as it drifted over him, the soft, moist flesh of her maw pressing against his little body from all sides as she settled down, enjoying her snack. Para was locked into a view of her throat, the soft, moist flesh of her cheeks and tongue pressing into him from all sides. She began to suckle delicately at him, drawing more of his delectable flavors into her maw, her throat swallowing greedily, yearning for the hatchling. She held the hatchling back a while longer, her glowing eyes closing as she took in more of the decadent flavors the hatchling emitted, before loosening her grip on him.

“H-hey, wait a minute! We- we can talk about this! I can find you more berries! Many more!” He said, feeling the grip loosen from behind himself as before. From the outside of her maw, the muffled squealing of the little hatchling permeated the quiet nightscape, his cries for help falling to no one but the great dragon. “Enough to make... um... two of me! Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Not really. I prefer my food to be... alive. Writhing and squirming.” She spoke, her tongue drifting over the little hatchling until he is completely covered from head to toe in warm, sticky saliva. He shakes his little head a bit, only for the tongue to return, coating it once more in sticky goo. He bapped the tongue, but was only met with more sticky saliva. The constant fighting with the tongue had left his paws even slicker than before, and as her grip loosened, the little hatchling found himself drifting down towards the opening, waiting throat. He tried to slow himself, but found he couldn’t, the slick flesh impossible to grip.

“N-no! Please! I’m just a little hatchling! Please don’t eat me! I... I....” The little hatchling’s words began drifting away, quieter and quieter as he realized it was a lost cause. There was no hope in retrieving himself from this. He had made a mistake, and as he slowly slid down, closer and closer to the waiting throat, a single little tear fell from his eyes, their color fading to a dull grey as the hope in his heart faded away as well. Darala, tasting the tear, grinned widely, before loosening her maw fully, dropping the little hatchling headfirst into her throat. As she did so, she sucked up his little tail, drawing it into her maw in one long slurp. She swallowed the hatchling, her throat opening completely as her tongue pushed him from the other side, forcing him down half-way with just one gulp. A little bulge in her throat forms as she gulps him down again, drawing his little body down to his hips, his little tail sitting limp inside of her maw. She tastes at the new scales, playing with the loose little tail for a few seconds before swallowing down the hatchling completely. The walls close in around Para, glowing as he touched them with his snout. He didn’t even wriggle, knowing his fate was quite well sealed, the peristaltic movements pushing him deeper and deeper down into her body. He made a bump in her throat, her paw moving up to follow it as it flowed down into her chest, disappearing from view. She felt him flow to her stomach, stopping short of entering in. With one more peristaltic push, he is forced into the stomach, the warm, rippled, muscular walls ebbing and flowing all around him. He crawls forward, only for the walls to come around him, pressing him on all sides as before he can even settle down. The hatchling, tired and hungry, can barely resist, only giving a soft yelp as he feels himself twisted and turned as her stomach plays with its food. The stomach continues to press against him, churning him left and right, up, down and all around, before settling down, loosening on all sides, allowing him some respite. He curls into a ball, his eyes still a very dull grey as another little tear seeps from his eyes. The walls, warm and slick, softly undulate, waves of motion flow over the little dragon, massaging him now. With a yawn, he figures the least he could do was finally rest. So, with tired eyes closing slowly, he tucks his wings up to his back, his head resting against the soft underside of her stomach. The walls close around him, pressing him on all sides, coating him in their warm, soft, firm caress. This alone is enough for little Para to peacefully drift off to sleep.

The great dragon, feeling the hatchling finally inside of her stomach, yawns a bit as well. It has been a long chase, and finally having food in her belly made her quite tired. She was just about to walk away from the bank when she sees the basket of berries, upturned and spilled, sitting near the cave. She leaned down, scooping the berries into the basket, before washing them off in the creek. She looks at the basket, before thinking of the little berry dragon within her belly. She walks over to an elephant ear plant, taking a few of the leaves, before pouring the berries between them. She folds the leaves delicately, forming a little package of sorts, before taking a nearby vine, tying it all together. She then swallows down the little package, traveling down her throat before landing with a soft “plip” next to her prey. With that, and with a wide yawn, she settles down onto a nice, soft patch of long grass. Her eyes drift half-open as she curls into herself, resting her head on her tail. She scratches her chin a bit, licking her lips to taste just a bit more of his delectable flavor. She closes her eyes, leaning to her stomach, speaking softly, “Goodnight, little one. You were a wonderful little treat. I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, her maw closes and her eyes drift shut, her head resting onto her tail before she drifts off to sleep.