Lucas & Norman’s Lovely & Naughty Christmas: Part 3 (Patreon Exclusive)

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“I think I know what to do with you, my delicious holiday feast,” Norman purred.  The mutant owltaur smirked.  “I’d love to digest your tasty form, add you to my body.”

Lucas smiled.  The two of them had discussed this possibility in advance, of course–he knew that once he was broken down, the reformation pad would bring him back.  But it was fun to present he would be a permanent meal for his datemate–and so, he was going to enjoy this to the fullest.

“No, master, please!” he roleplayed.  “I’ll do anything; just don’t digest me!”

“All I want for Christmas is a good meal . . . and you’ve provided that quite well,” the owltaur teased.  “All that’s left is for you to be broken down.  So stay quiet and be a good little piece of meat.  I’m going to enjoy this. . .”

A moment later, Norman’s stomach let out a loud gurgle, and liquids poured down from the walls, splashing all over Lucas, drenching the green dragon’s scaled flesh.  He smiled and leaned against the belly walls with a grin, watching as the digestive acids pooled at the bottom of the belly, filling up the place more and more. . .

“I’ll do whatever you want!” Lucas roleplayed as the juices rained on top of hip.  “I’ll please you every day; I’ll be your slut for life!  Just don’t do this!”

“Sorry, my dear dragon,” the mutant mused.  “I’m just too hungry to keep you around.  See ya!”

Lucas felt his strength fading as the acids kept coming down, and he smiled, watching as they reached his shoulders.

Norman gave one final zinger, saying, “Farewell, my dear morsel.  Thanks for being my Christmas dinner!”

The green dragon smiled, and a moment later, he fell unconscious.  That’s when digestion truly began. . .

The owltaur sighed and relaxed on the couch, rubbing their gut and turning up /Elf/ on the TV.  Soon Lucas would be fully digested, and when he was back, they’d have even more fun together.

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Lucas stirred, then opened his eyes.  Sitting up, he saw he was lying in Norman’s bed.  As he became more awake, the earlier events came back to him, and he smiled.

“Ah, you’re up,” Norman said.  Lucas turned to see his datemate at the door.  The owltaur approached and put a tray of chocolate-peppermint pancakes in front of him.  “Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” Lucas said.  Digging into the food, he said, “I hope I wasn’t out too long. . .”

“Nonsense,” Norman reassured him.  “Just a few hours.”  They smiled and said, “Now that you’re up, I do have a few things planned for us this evening. . . And once the clock hits midnight, we can exchange gifts!”

“That sounds great,” the green dragon said.  By now, his anxieties were long gone, and he smiled, kissing Norman on the cheek.  “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”

The mutant owltaur smiled.  “I agree.”

And so, the two continued their fabulous time, having a great holiday together and becoming closer than ever.

The future could only hold better things.