For this most holy of holidays I figure I’d post some art I commissioned of my viper lady eating some ex-com soldier (Artist chooses to remain anonymous). I might post the full thing at some point, but for now here’s the first few panels! Turns out the Tongue Pull > Bind and Crush combo is a lot less effective than just Tongue Pull > Devour.
I venture into her cave every day. She raises her head and gives me her signature toothy grin. We talk. We laugh. We smile.
But then, a low rumbling sound pierces through our conversation. We both go silent. I always know that that’s my cue to leave. Otherwise, she says, I might not make it back out of the cave again.
I always return after a few hours and I find her lounging on her back, her stomach much more round and gurgly. We resume our conversation from earlier.
Some days, I can’t help but to stare at her belly. Many creatures have met their end in her stomach. I find myself wondering what it’s like to be in their place, desperately squirming and fighting against layers of strong muscle and fat. Of course, I would never want to meet that same fate. The thought makes me shiver. She asks why I’m shivering and if I’m cold, but I don’t answer.
One day, when I come to her cave, I immediately notice that she’s acting off. She watches my every move intently. I try to act normal, but it seems that she’s ready to pounce… And then, finally, she does. She pins me down with a hand to my chest. I cry, beg, scream for her to stop, but all she does is coo at me and tell me how much she loves me, and wants me to be a part of her.
She takes her time when swallowing me down. I can feel every contraction her throat makes. I can feel a rush of wet muscles, pushing and pulling me down. I struggle and cry, but I’m no match for her. With one final gulp, I slip down her throat and slush out into her stomach. The foul stench of meat and bile fill the air. Immediately, stomach acids start clinging to me and her stomach begins churning and contracting around me.
Outside, she sighs happily, laying on her stomach. She can feel every desperate squirm I make. The only thing I receive in response are loud gurgles. Her stomach constricts, pushing me back into place. I hardly even make a bulge, me being a human and her a dragon.
She looks at her stomach curiously. I give a particularly hard push. For a moment, a bulge appears in her stomach. She only giggles at the feeling. The dragon’s stomach clenches, and she watches in amusement as the bulge abruptly disappears, as I’m pushed back into the center of her body, her gut.
Bold of you to assume the pred can be teased about it. “Well, if you’re gonna act like an upset hatchling, I’m gonna try to calm you down like an upset hatchling! And for a dragon, that means Mouth Time!” “But humans don’t do that!” “That’s because humans are weird! You barely even have claws!”
Ooh, or, the dragon scoops the human into their mouth, but the human’s panic and flailing to try to escape ends up with the dragon accidentally swallowing them… and then panicking themselves because, sure, they eat humans all the time, but not THIS one! They want to keep talking with this human, and they can’t well do that after a one-way acid bath!“
