Dragon Snacks For A Synth

Featuring my character Leonard as a synth: https://toyhou.se/8837455.leonard

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Leonard the Synth was very hungry.  And today, he was hungry for dragons.
The robot had already gone through the trouble of capturing his prey: tied up tight in a net were ten dragons, sedated and unable to escape.  Now, he was going to feast.
“Goodness me,” he said, opening the new just slightly and snatching the snout of an eastern dragon.  “You look absolutely scrumptious, my tasty prey.  Now, let me send you down the hatch. . .”
The dragon was helpless to resist or say anything as the Synth opened his maw wide, revealing an interior that was dripping with drool, from teeth to tongue.  And behind it all, the robot’s throat beckoned the dragon forward, wanting him inside the stomach. . .
Leonard shoved the eastern dragon’s snout inside of his open mouth.  And just like that, the feasting begun.
The eastern dragon was licked and sucked by the hungry Synth, who made his tongue lick every part of the dragon’s head, leaving nothing dry of drool.  “Mmmm!” Leonard exclaimed.  “You are a delicious little darling, aren’t you?”  The eastern dragon squirmed and tried to get his head out of Leonard’s mouth, but the robot clamped his jaw around the dragon’s neck, and sealed his lips around his prey.  The dragon was trapped in here. . .
And that was when Leonard performed the first swallow.  With a /gulp/, the eastern dragon was sent down the Synth’s throat, creating a huge bulge that all the future prey could see.  The eastern dragon’s head was forced into a cramped, constricting esophagus, unable to move or escape thanks to the tight confines—the cylindrical tube squeezed tight around the prey, and below, the dragon could hear a low growling sound. . .
Leonard smiled and continued sucking the dragon in, sending more and more of his prey down his throat.  Slurping the dragon up like a spaghetti noodle, he enjoyed his food immensely, and didn’t stop advancing until he felt the prey reach his stomach.
The eastern dragon was forced deeper down the tube, and the growling below got louder and louder.  Until, finally, his head popped into a new space, a wider space than the esophagus had been.  The dragon let out a sigh of relief, thankful to have room to breathe again . . . but then, he heard the loudest growl yet.  And the scent of acid filled his nose. . .
“Help!” the eastern dragon managed to scream, trying his best to squirm.  “I’m in his stomach!  Help!”
Outside, Leonard laughed, and continued gulping down his prey.  “Struggling now, are we?” he asked.  “I’m afraid it’s a little late now—I’ve already got you good.  Now be a good piece of food and go down easy, won’t you?”
He continued to swallow the dragon down, shoving more and more of him into the stomach, which didn’t look visibly filled thanks to its hammerspace properties.  But on the inside, the dragon was squeezed inside the small amount of space, forced deeper into the cramped, growling, hungry belly, unable to escape.  He screamed and cried out for help, but Leonard didn’t listen, and just continued swallowing down his helpless prey.  
The Synth soon reached the tail of the dragon, and with one final suck, all of the beast was inside of Leonard.  The eastern dragon’s heart sank as he felt his tail go down the esophagus and join him inside of the growling gut.  This was just great.  What was going to happen now. . .?
Leonard rubbed his stomach gently and smiled.  Then, he turned back to the pile of dragons in front of him.  Which one to eat next. . .?  Finally, he chose a wyvern, and grabbed the beast’s head, pulling it out and bringing it in front of him.
“Please don’t eat me,” the wyvern begged.  “Please, I don’t want to be food. . .”
“Too bad,” purred the Synth, clearly enjoying this.  “Food is what you are now, my dear little morsel.  Now, let’s send you where you belong.”
He shoved the wyvern’s head into his maw, and started swallowing her down.  The wyvern struggled as best as she could, but she was still quite sedated, and unable to really put up a fight.  And so she was helpless as the robot continued to swallow her down, gulping in the delicious dragon bit by bit.  She traveled through his mouth, down his throat, and soon landed inside the stomach, where she could see the eastern dragon curled up in the already tight environment.
“Oh no,” the eastern dragon said.  “He got you too!”
The wyvern said nothing back.  Her heart sank and more and more of her landed inside the belly, and it sank even deeper when her tail was finally gulped down, sealing her away in the gurgling stomach.  She was forced up next to the eastern dragon, and both of them could feel the gut growling and shaking around them.  And stomach juices were starting to gather at the bottom of the belly. . . The two exchanged a glance.  What was going to happen to them now?
And so Leonard continued like this, feasting on dragon after dragon until all of them had been devoured.  Each one was different, from western dragons to flying serpents.  Some, like the wyvern, tried to beg and plead their way out of being food.  Others put up as much of a struggle as they could manage under the synthetics.  Still others promised the Synth great riches or rewards if only they didn’t eat them.  None of these tactics worked—the robot had his great feast, and all the dragons landed inside of his stomach, one by one.  And each time, the gut got louder, the stomach acid dripped more and more. . .
Feeling all ten dragons squirming away inside of him, Leonard patted his hammerspace belly, and sat down on the ground, leaning back.
“Mmm, that was an absolutely delicious feast,” he purred.
“I should have dragon for dinner more often. . .”