After landing a firm kick onto the smaller Night Fury, causing him to careen across the bleak terrain and land on his backside with a loud thud, Raziel swung his boot over his weaker and disoriented kin.

As a dark shadow casted over his throbbing form, blots of dirt rained onto Danny from the cervices of the filthy sole; they pattered on top of his bruised scales and some even entered his half-open mouth, which was promptly spat out in disgust. His eyes creaked open to find a chilling sight—the outline of gigantic boot hovering above him.

He had no time to scramble to his feet nor flap his wings to escape before the grimy ceiling crashed downward. It shoved him into the soil below, crushing his tail in the process. He yelped in pain. He tried to push back against the boot, clawing and kicking and squirming, yet it was all in vain.

With Raziel’s prey pinned in place, he demanded that Danny lick off the filth staining the underside of his boot until not a speck remained if he valued his life.

Fearing for it, Danny complied in a heartbeat. His neck craned forward and his tongue extended out from his maw, where it was put to work cleaning the metallic surface. He hacked in disgust when a single graze completely covered his tongue in a thick layer of gunk. He struggled to force it down his throat. Stroke after stroke, the red Night Fury licked and nibbled between the crevices, cleaning as much of the sole as possible until—

‘CRUNCH’

Just as he was in the middle of running his tongue across the ball area of the boot, the ceiling collapsed onto his frail form, crushing him into the ground with its immense weight. His short-lived scream was cut off, drowned by the noisy crunching of his bones. Raziel twisted his ankle back and forth while steadily apply more pressure with each passing second. The small Night Fury could barely breathe as pain erupted from every facet of his body. Leathery wings tore apart, bones snapped like twigs, limbs contorted as the entirety of Danny’s body was gradually flattened into the earth.

The boot lifted away before the job could be finished, leaving Danny as a bruised and mangled mess with dirt staining him from head to tail. With his rib cage broken and plenty of bones fractured, Danny could barely react when the large dragon began slipping his paw out of his left boot.

Metallic fingers pinched the end of his broken tail before callously peeling him off ground and hoisting him into the air. He didn’t go far, however, because through his hazy eyesight, he noticed that the fingers hovered him above the opening of the boot. He tried to protest, yet with his weakness and small size, he was helpless as the fingers released him, allowing him to plummet into the dank interior of Raziel’s boot.

Instantly, the masculine and sweaty odor of the Night Fury’s boot flooded his senses. The heat was intense even as he was falling. He dropped onto the insole with a moist squelch. Beads of sweat exuded from the wet surface, which was utterly caked in grime and other flattened, unidentifiable gunk.

The cavern trembled, and suddenly, Danny found himself rammed into the insole by a harsh yet pliable surface washing over him. His entire body was smothered by the foul insole below and the bare pads above. He could barely move, and breathing was a struggle due to his mangled body, the nauseating heat and stench, and the heavy weight of his tormentor.

His agony didn’t last very long, however, because Razel lifted up his left boot—alleviating some of the pressure for a brief moment—before taking a single step forward. As his other foot lifted from the ground, the paw enveloped Danny and crushed him into the soft insole until it could no more. A series of cracks and pops erupted from the inside of his armor. Frantic squirming and muffled yells lasted only a few seconds as Raziel repeatedly raised and lowered his foot, trampling the tiny dragon with the full blunt of his weight.

When the movement under his sole ceased, when the crunching grew quieter with every stomp, a glowing red wisp, Danny’s soul, radiated from his boot. The wandering soul floated around until it came into contact with the giant’s face.

Raziel grinned manically as he watched his prey attempted to escape into the afterlife. He licked the corners of his lips before unhinging his jaw, revealing the steamy, moist, and glowing mouth to the shocked dragon. He sharply inhaled to draw the soul onto his spasming tongue, where saliva spluttered about, and into his hungry throat. Danny tried to resist, but the suction was too powerful—he was sucked inside with barely any effort from his tormentor. The maw snapped shut once his meal was in range, entrapping him in a cage made of gooey saliva and soft flesh. Tossing his head backwards and shifting his tongue back and forth, Raziel allowed his wiggling prey to slide to the back of his throat before—

‘GULP’

A sizable, glowing bulge formed at the top of his throat before slipping down his esophagus. The bulge wiggled frantically as Danny tried to stop his descent by pushing his paws into the enveloping tissue of the tight and slimy canal, but the powerful muscles indiscriminately squeezed him down like it would any other food item. The bulge disappeared passed the base of Raziel’s throat within seconds.

Raziel rumbled happily when he felt the soul deposit into the depths of his stomach. He brought his hand up to his belly to massage it tenderly. It gurgled happily as it began to secrete digestive enzymes into the chamber, coating its meal in a layer of corrosive juices to begin the process of digestion. He could feel Danny’s intense but futile struggles as the stomach contracted, aggressively kneading him and softening him up for later. While the unfortunate soul melted within him, Raziel continued on with his day, content to rid himself of another Night Fury.

This was a Commission made by   Sioninel

Featuring my OC Raziel and   Speedybolt