A long, savory swallow escaped the dragon’s throat along with a weak sigh of submission, signaling that his meal had been claimed fully. It was far from an ordinary dining session, however, as every moment that passed was being meticulously and dutifully documented by the now rather content looking predator. He could still taste his prey on his lips, feel the weight and heat in the pit of his stomach, and of course the movements of his still quite conscious food were more than ecstatic; it all needed to be documented. Thankfully, everything could be easily recorded, even the blissful state that the dragon found himself almost trapped in, but that too was going to be logged accordingly, as every precious second counted.
After shifting into a sturdy and only vaguely comfortable wooden chair, the winged reptile marveled at the lightly shifting bulge beneath his lab coat that had already stretched his only article of clothing, save for a thankfully elastic collar, a good deal. He could not tell if a button had been popped off or not (nor would he care since lab coats were hardly a rare commodity), and instead focused his attention purely on the being that was curled neatly in the pit of his stomach. Those pale scales had been stretched forward, but neatly contained the breathing form while he began to roam his free hand across the dome of his mid-section. Upon first contact, more movement from his prey excited him and elicited a quiet groan of both the internal and external variety.
With a relaxed smirk, the dragon continued to stroke, tease, prod, and knead over his stomach, which only responded as he assumed. Still, it was significant to make mention of it, even as his tongue cleaned over his scaled lips lazily.
“Subject 3…responds positively to external stimulation…Further research suggested on more specimens.”
Specimens were quite plentiful as well, ensuring that the experiments would only be encouraged to continue.
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Lines by
Byser , colors by
nikykita , text by
Jizzal
Guest contributor
wisty
After shifting into a sturdy and only vaguely comfortable wooden chair, the winged reptile marveled at the lightly shifting bulge beneath his lab coat that had already stretched his only article of clothing, save for a thankfully elastic collar, a good deal. He could not tell if a button had been popped off or not (nor would he care since lab coats were hardly a rare commodity), and instead focused his attention purely on the being that was curled neatly in the pit of his stomach. Those pale scales had been stretched forward, but neatly contained the breathing form while he began to roam his free hand across the dome of his mid-section. Upon first contact, more movement from his prey excited him and elicited a quiet groan of both the internal and external variety.
With a relaxed smirk, the dragon continued to stroke, tease, prod, and knead over his stomach, which only responded as he assumed. Still, it was significant to make mention of it, even as his tongue cleaned over his scaled lips lazily.
“Subject 3…responds positively to external stimulation…Further research suggested on more specimens.”
Specimens were quite plentiful as well, ensuring that the experiments would only be encouraged to continue.
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Lines by
Byser , colors by
nikykita , text by
JizzalGuest contributor
wisty
Category All / Vore
Species Western Dragon
Size 1000 x 938px
File Size 308.5 kB
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