Ollimar watched with amusement as the little bipedal beast scampered off into the trees at an impressive clip. The forest dragon could only chuckle to himself and shake his head at the horned sergal's vain effort before he began to pursue leisurely. The little mammal had proposed the wager, seemingly convinced that the dragon couldn't capture him in a fair hunt with a bit of a lead. Ollimar knew better, and he suspected the sergal, Leicester, did as well. Still, he rarely entertained such amusing company and the green saw no harm in acquiescing the short-life.

The chase was hardly even that, Leicester moving with impressive dexterity and speed through the dense trees of the Eastern Oak forest, weaving his lithe form along as he dashed as quickly as his legs could carry him. It seemed almost impossible that anything could have kept pace, much less closed the distance, and yet the sergal soon found his legs swept from beneath him by an emerald scaled tail, causing the biped to fall into a tumble in the grassy forest floor.

Dexterous as he was, Leicester managed to keep himself intact and unharmed, pressing himself from the ground with a groan before he was suddenly slammed back down, flat on his belly, by a bulky green handpaw.

An amused chuckle sounded out from above the pinned mammal, a familiar sound to Leicester by now. "Goodness, was that really your best effort? Honestly, I expected more with the way you'd boasted. But then, I suppose hubris is your kind's standard. Regardless, and if it's all the same to you, I think I'll claim my winnings." the dragon spoke, sounding painfully smug, despite the pair having never discussed any such stakes.

The dragon was silent for a moment, causing the sergal to writhe and squirm beneath the paw to try and get a glimpse back at his captor, failing at doing more than rustling about in the leaves and grass for a moment before his entire body went rigid at the very sudden, alien sensation of wet warmth engulfing his feet and legs. An involuntary gasp escaped Leicester, eyes going wide, first at the sensation and then at the realization of what the dragon was doing.

Pillowy flesh embraced the sergal's lower limbs, gliding along his fur as the dragon casually slid his jaws around the diminutive mammal, pulling more of him into drooly heat as that paw lifted, no longer necessary as draconic jaws carefully gathered up their prize. With careful balance and leverage, Ollimar lifted his head, having pulled Leicester into his maw up to the poor sergal's chest. A deep rumble sounded out from the dragon's throat, vibrating the little morsel's form, reverberating through his core as the green lifted his head to a natural height for the towering beast.

A bright blush shone through the fur on Leicester's face as the dragon's velvety tongue began to slather him in thick, warm saliva, sampling his flavor eagerly, lubricating him for his impending delve into a dragon's digestive tract. Despite what should have been a horrifying ordeal, Leicester found a dopey grin spreading across his muzzle, his resolve and resistance melting like ice in a kettle as the dragon took his time to savor his morsel of a prize.

Ollimar rarely got the chance to play the stereotypical dragon, the diplomat being accustomed to being polite and respectful of the rather delectable hominids. Leicester, for whatever reason, seemed to rather enjoy such predatory treatment, and Ollimar couldn't see the harm in both of them indulging.

Leicester could only dangle limply, watching as that thick tongue curled up and over his face, pulling him through that toothy gate into what should have been certain doom. That blissful smile never left his muzzle, even as the jaws closed, sealing the little male in humid darkness, tongue slathering and slurping over the last untouched surfaces of sergal before he found himself pulled back, slipping down into an impossibly tight tube of flesh with a squelching GLLLLRK!


Here we have the first Vore-related pic of Ollimar done by the talented  Ariaziva who you should absolutely check out if you haven't already.

This was a gift/guest slot from and with a dear friend  Leicester_the_sergal based one of many role plays we'd done over the years. I'll always be grateful for being considered for the piece and for having someone tolerate being my friend through the years.

I'm pleased with Arkaziva's take on the green in this piece, some new ideas on his design looking pretty nice in their style. The scale of size difference between the two characters is fairly off, but their interactions were always non-canonical so it still works out just fine.