Having Lucas For Lunch: Part 1 (Pateron Exclusive)

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Characters: Lucas ( https://toyhou.se/11664234.lucas ) and Norman ( https://toyhou.se/13594264.norman ).

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Lucas fidgeted nervously, putting his hand against the bed sheets, trying to use the texture to claim himself down.  When that didn’t work, the dragon ran his fingers down his long green hair.

“You ok?” Norman, the one he was dating, asked.  They were a white mutant owl, with fluffy paws and terrifying insect legs in their midsection.  By now, Lucas had learned that Norman was anything but scary, despite their appearance.

“Yeah,” the dragon replied.  “I’m just a bit anxious, I guess.  I know we’ve been talking for a while about you eating me, but I guess I’m getting cold feet.”

“Don’t worry,” Norman reassured their partner.  “You’ll be perfectly safe, and I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.  Besides,” they added, running their tongue over their beak in a deliberate motion, “you look scrumptious as ever.”

Upon hearing that, Lucas blushed, and he imagined himself in Norman’s stomach, surrounded by growling, hungry walls. . . This had been his fantasy for eons.  He couldn’t just back out now.

“Ok,” the dragon said, nodding firmly.  “Let’s do this.”

“Good boy,” Norman said.  They put their paws on Lucas’s shoulders.  “And what’s the safe word?”

“Lithium, master.”

“Excellent.”  The owl smiled.  “I’m going to enjoy this.”

They opened their maw nice and wide, giving Lucas a good look: the inside of Norman’s beak was covered in saliva strands, and they had drool all over their tongue.  Behind it all was the mutant’s throat, which signified Lucas’s upcoming destination. . .

The dragon let out a sigh of contentment, and a moment later, he was shoved into the hungry maw.  Immediately Norman’s tongue reacted, lapping up his face with vigor, covering him with wet spit.  Then, a /gulp/ sent him into the mutant’s throat, and he found himself being squeezed on all sides by the tight, compact muscle of the esophagus.  By this point, he realized that he couldn’t pull his head out, even if he wanted to--which only turned on the dragon more.

Norman ate their feast quickly, sucking in Lucas’s body with amazing speed.  The dragon found himself traveling quickly down the owl’s throat, and soon, he reached where he belonged.

As Norman reached his midsection, Lucas’s head popped into a new, more open space.  He heard a loud, low /grooooooowl/ around him, and saw light blue walls dripping with digestive fluids.  The dragon’s heart skipped a beat--he was finally inside the stomach!

The owl predator smiled, then sucked in their prey’s legs like spaghetti noodles, and swallowed Lucas’s feet with a definitive /gllk/.  The dragon felt himself piling up inside of the stomach, and when his legs reached the area, he was curled up into a tight ball, stretching out Norman’s belly so that all of him could fit.

He sighed and took it all in: the hungry gurgles around him felt comforting, even soothing, and made him feel like nothing more than a meal to be enjoyed.  The wet walls squeezed around him, reminding him of his place even more.  He was just food for a hungry predator--and that was a lovely thing to be.

“Ahhhhh, you were tasty,” Norman said, patting their big, large gut.  “You just relax in there, ok?  Then we’ll figure out what we’re going to do next.”

Lucas smiled and leaned back, already eager to see where the night would go.

It was going to be good. . .