Franklin Has Spem For Supper

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“Ooo, he looks tasty.  I’ll take him!”

Spem Atlas, the dox (deer fox mix) looked up in pleasant surprise.  A fluffy pink dragon was looking down at him hungrily, and ze licked zir lips.

“Excellent!” Helix, the butcher, proclaimed.  “Let’s discuss payment, and then you can have your dinner.”

And so, one business transaction later, the dragon was standing in front of Spem again.   “He’s all yours,” Helix said cheerfully.  “Feel free to take him home, or eat him right here!”

“I’ll eat him here. . . I’m too hungry to wait,” the dragon said, smiling.

“Alrighty then!  I’ll step in the back, give you some privacy.”

And so, Helix was gone.  The dragon turned to zir prey. “Mmm, you look tasty,” ze noted.  “Oh, by the way—I’m Franklin.”

“I’m Spem,” the dox said.

“Well Spem,” the dragon purred, “are you ready to go down my throat?”

The dox blushed and nodded, and Franklin grinned.  Ze went up to Spem’s head, and a moment later, the feeding began.

The pink dragon opened zir maw nice and wide, letting zir prey look inside.  The dox stared into it, and saw teeth and a tongue that was absolutely dripping with drool, covered in saliva and spit.  And behind that was the predator’s throat, foreshadowing Spem’s destination. . . 

“Like what you see?” Franklin teased zir meat.  “You’re going to enjoy this, then~!”

And with that, ze reached out and shoved the dox’s head into his mouth.  Suddenly Spem was surrounded by spit, and the dragon’s tongue ran over his face, tasting every single inch of meat, lapping up the barbeque sauce that was on the dox.  “Mmmm!” Franklin exclaimed.  “You’re such a tasty treat. . . So yummy!”

Spem blushed, happy to be savored like this.  It was . . . nice.  He had always wanted to feel like good food for a predator, and now, it was finally happening.  And it was better than he had ever imagined. . .

The dragon licked the dox’s head for a moment longer, savoring the taste.  Then, finally, ze sent Spem into his esophagus with a loud /GULP!/

The dox was sucked forward, and before he knew it, he was inside the predator’s throat.  The mouth had been at least somewhat spacious. . . This area, on the other hand, was constricting, a cylindrical tunnel that clamped around his face and refused to let him go.  It struck him that thanks to the tightness, he couldn’t pull his head out and escape even if he wanted to.  Not that he /did/ want to, of course. . . In fact, the feeling of helplessness was very nice.  He smiled, and waited for what would come next.

Franklin smiled and licked up zir prey’s neck and shoulders, slurping up the barbeque sauce that was all over Spem’s body.  Ze loved tasting zir prey like this, savoring the flavors of zir meat. . . It was glorious, empowering, and, of course, /very/ delicious.  Grinning, ze sucked in the dox’s neck and shoulders, sending both down zir throat, and then started on Spem’s chest.

The dox felt himself get pulled further downward, and he was forced deeper into the thick confines of the esophagus.  He was already looking forward to reaching his destination—plus, he could hear loud grumbling below him!  This was going to be good. . .

Franklin lapped up the barbeque sauce from on top of Spem’s chest, and then, ze decided to tease zir prey a little bit.  With a smile, ze brought zir tongue over to the dox’s nipple area, and ran zir tongue across it, ruffling the fur there and wetting it quite a bit.  What resulted was a series of pleasant squirms from zir meat, which made the pink dragon smile.  “Like that, ay?” ze teased zir meal.  “But I guess I can’t keep you for too long. . . Let’s get you to my stomach already!”  And with that, ze gulped down Spem’s chest, and then sucked in zir meat’s midsection.

The dox was pushed deeper in yet again, and a moment later, he felt his head enter a new area with a loud /pop!/  Looking around, he could see pink walls all around him, glistening with digestive fluid, and it made his heart race.  He was in Franklin’s stomach!

Upon feeling zir prey enter zir belly, the dragon smiled.  “Ooo, finally in there, meat?” ze teased.  “Let’s get more of you inside of me. . .”

Ze sucked up Spem’s legs, slurping them up like spaghetti noodles and swallowing them quickly.  As a result, the dox was forced further inside the stomach, going in up to his midsection, and he smiled, leaning up against the wet walls.  He could already imagine himself digesting away in here, being reducing to nothing but chyme and nutrients—that was a real turn on.  All in all, this felt really good. . . And now, only his feet were left to eat.

Franklin smiled and lingered on zir prey’s paws, letting zir tongue run over them as ze savored their texture and flavor.  Ze paused for a long time, letting zir meat feel anticipation for that final bite.  Until, finally, the dragon did it: with a loud /GULP/, ze sucked in Spem’s feet, and sent them down zir throat.

The dox grinned as he felt his paws traveling down Franklin’s esophagus, sliding to the stomach bit by bit.  Soon, they reached the belly where the rest of him was, and he hugged himself with a smile, happy to be food.

“Man, you were tasty!” Franklin said, letting out a /buuuuurp!/  “Such a delicious little morsel. . . And that barbeque sauce really brought out your flavor!”

“Thanks,” Spem said, grinning.  “That makes me happy to hear.”

“Good.”  Franklin leaned back and patted zir stomach.  “Well, you better get comfortable in there, meat.  Because I’m not letting you out for a while~!”

“That’s fine!” the dox replied cheerfully.  “I like being in here.”

“Excellent.”

And so, Spem curled up in the belly, and enjoyed his time there.