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Jon Talbain © of Capcom
FT © Fataltragedy2004
In a forest of a nearby town, the sounds of fighting could be heard echoing throughout, the moon-lite night.
With a loud crack, a blonde haired, green scaled dragon by the name of FT could be seen colliding with a large tree.
Doing his best to stay awake, the draco could barely keep his eyes open long enough to see a pair of white furred feet, lined with yellow talons standing in front of him. Looking up the dragon could only groan as he saw a blue and white furred werewolf look down at him.
“Goodnight little dragon,” was all the wolf said just before knocking FT’s light out.
The first thing the dragon felt when he began to come to, was the warmth of a fire that moved around him in a clock ward like pattern.
Opening his eyes, FT was shocked to see himself tied to a long metal rod, which was being used to help make him a rotisserie over an open fire, in what looked like a cave somewhere.
As the dragon tried to scream in shock, he suddenly noticed that his jaws were tied to the rod. The tight knots prevented the dragon from shouting or even so much as mumbling.
“Ah, I see you’re awake. That’s good cause swallowing a sleeping meal, isn’t as satisfying as swallowing a awake and squirming one,” a familiar voice said off to the side of FT.
Straining his eyes as far to the side as he could, the green scaled draco caught the sight of the wolf-man that had knocked him out much earlier.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jon Talbain. And tonight you will be my dinner,” the werewolf said with a light chuckle as he watched the dragon began to squirm more, after hearing the word dinner.
“Easy, there little guy, no need to tire yourself out so quickly. You’ll be tucked away in my belly soon, so just sit back and relax,” Jon said as he continued to turn the rotisserie.
As FT continued struggling, he noticed that it was getting harder to stay wake. What with the flame warming him and spinning feeling like he was being rocked to sleep. The green dragon could only groan as he passed out once more.
A few hours later the dragon was woken up once again only this time by something cold resting up against his knees and chest.
“It’s time to wake up, meal,” was the first thing FT heard, when his eyes cracked open to see that he was laying on a large metal plate, that was facing towards Jon, who was sitting at the end of the table.
The once green dragon was now cooked to a near golden brown and was tied up and position onto all fours. The only thing different from before was that his jaws were no longer tied but instead held a large red apple between them.
“Do you have any last words, to say?” the lycan asked in an almost civil manner as a way of taunting the draco.
The only reply the wolf got was FT’s mumbling as he tried to wiggle free of his binds.
“Well then, since you don’t have anything to say. Its supper time,” was the last thing Jon said as he grabbed a hold of the dragon’s head and began to draw it into his mouth.
FT could only grunt and mumble in fear as his head was engulfed by the werewolf’s jaws.
Letting a loud murr, Jon’s tongue began to lather up the draco’s head, just before sending it, into his gullet.
Feeling himself squeezed down the tight tube. FT began to squirm hard as he felt his chest and stomach enter the wolf’s mouth.
As Jon felt the dragon’s waist slide into his throat, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little when he saw his stomach bulge out a little from FT’s upper body.
Flicking a claw out, the wolf-man easily sliced through the ropes that held the dragon’s legs and tail. The way Jon saw it, why even bother eating a live meal if it ain’t going kick and squirm all the way down.
The instant the binds were removed, FT began to kick with all his might, hoping that he could somehow cause the lycan to spit him out.
Even with the draco’s now freed limbs, it was still not enough to save him from his fate. With only a few flicks of his head and a couple of swallows, all that was left of
FT was the twitching feet and tail spade.
Grinning around the limbs, Jon lazily slurped them in and swallowed.
Hiccupping a little, the werewolf began to rub his taught belly as the last of the dragon slipped in.
As soon as FT’s legs and tail enter the stomach chamber, did the stomach acid finally eaten away at the binds around his hands and the apple in his mouth.
“Let me out of here!” FT shouted as he punched and kicked at the stomach walls.
Leaning back in his seat, Talbain continued to rub and pat his belly, as he felt the
dragon squirm around in it.
“Ah, roasted dragon. I’m going to have to remember that next time I’m hungry,” Jon said to himself just before letting out a huge belch.
Flicking out one of his claws once more, the werewolf began to pick at the remaining scales between his teeth as he watched his meal grow still.
“Nice knowing you, little dragon,” Jon said just before letting out another belch.
fataltragedy2004 a bit, we ended up making this.Hope ya'll enjoy.
Jon Talbain © of Capcom
FT © Fataltragedy2004
In a forest of a nearby town, the sounds of fighting could be heard echoing throughout, the moon-lite night.
With a loud crack, a blonde haired, green scaled dragon by the name of FT could be seen colliding with a large tree.
Doing his best to stay awake, the draco could barely keep his eyes open long enough to see a pair of white furred feet, lined with yellow talons standing in front of him. Looking up the dragon could only groan as he saw a blue and white furred werewolf look down at him.
“Goodnight little dragon,” was all the wolf said just before knocking FT’s light out.
The first thing the dragon felt when he began to come to, was the warmth of a fire that moved around him in a clock ward like pattern.
Opening his eyes, FT was shocked to see himself tied to a long metal rod, which was being used to help make him a rotisserie over an open fire, in what looked like a cave somewhere.
As the dragon tried to scream in shock, he suddenly noticed that his jaws were tied to the rod. The tight knots prevented the dragon from shouting or even so much as mumbling.
“Ah, I see you’re awake. That’s good cause swallowing a sleeping meal, isn’t as satisfying as swallowing a awake and squirming one,” a familiar voice said off to the side of FT.
Straining his eyes as far to the side as he could, the green scaled draco caught the sight of the wolf-man that had knocked him out much earlier.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jon Talbain. And tonight you will be my dinner,” the werewolf said with a light chuckle as he watched the dragon began to squirm more, after hearing the word dinner.
“Easy, there little guy, no need to tire yourself out so quickly. You’ll be tucked away in my belly soon, so just sit back and relax,” Jon said as he continued to turn the rotisserie.
As FT continued struggling, he noticed that it was getting harder to stay wake. What with the flame warming him and spinning feeling like he was being rocked to sleep. The green dragon could only groan as he passed out once more.
A few hours later the dragon was woken up once again only this time by something cold resting up against his knees and chest.
“It’s time to wake up, meal,” was the first thing FT heard, when his eyes cracked open to see that he was laying on a large metal plate, that was facing towards Jon, who was sitting at the end of the table.
The once green dragon was now cooked to a near golden brown and was tied up and position onto all fours. The only thing different from before was that his jaws were no longer tied but instead held a large red apple between them.
“Do you have any last words, to say?” the lycan asked in an almost civil manner as a way of taunting the draco.
The only reply the wolf got was FT’s mumbling as he tried to wiggle free of his binds.
“Well then, since you don’t have anything to say. Its supper time,” was the last thing Jon said as he grabbed a hold of the dragon’s head and began to draw it into his mouth.
FT could only grunt and mumble in fear as his head was engulfed by the werewolf’s jaws.
Letting a loud murr, Jon’s tongue began to lather up the draco’s head, just before sending it, into his gullet.
Feeling himself squeezed down the tight tube. FT began to squirm hard as he felt his chest and stomach enter the wolf’s mouth.
As Jon felt the dragon’s waist slide into his throat, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little when he saw his stomach bulge out a little from FT’s upper body.
Flicking a claw out, the wolf-man easily sliced through the ropes that held the dragon’s legs and tail. The way Jon saw it, why even bother eating a live meal if it ain’t going kick and squirm all the way down.
The instant the binds were removed, FT began to kick with all his might, hoping that he could somehow cause the lycan to spit him out.
Even with the draco’s now freed limbs, it was still not enough to save him from his fate. With only a few flicks of his head and a couple of swallows, all that was left of
FT was the twitching feet and tail spade.
Grinning around the limbs, Jon lazily slurped them in and swallowed.
Hiccupping a little, the werewolf began to rub his taught belly as the last of the dragon slipped in.
As soon as FT’s legs and tail enter the stomach chamber, did the stomach acid finally eaten away at the binds around his hands and the apple in his mouth.
“Let me out of here!” FT shouted as he punched and kicked at the stomach walls.
Leaning back in his seat, Talbain continued to rub and pat his belly, as he felt the
dragon squirm around in it.
“Ah, roasted dragon. I’m going to have to remember that next time I’m hungry,” Jon said to himself just before letting out a huge belch.
Flicking out one of his claws once more, the werewolf began to pick at the remaining scales between his teeth as he watched his meal grow still.
“Nice knowing you, little dragon,” Jon said just before letting out another belch.
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It's fine, though it does give me a little idea of a sequel after FT has come to accept Jon's ownership of him, and Jon asks how he'd like to be eaten today, then FT suggests something like Little Red Riding Hood, perhaps with some more....adult themes, if you're alright with that.
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