Beach Day Gone Wrong

Beach days AND vore?  Best Christmas Eve ever! X3

Poll results are in--Ellie will get digested!  There will be no live writing tonight--it's Christmas Eve, after all!  Go spend it (virtually, of course) with the people you love! <3

Have a great day, everyone!

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They had gone to the beach to have a relaxing day together.  Little did Lisa and Jerome know that a certain dragon would make it all go wrong. . .
Lisa, a green dragon with long green-gray hair and wings, relaxed on an isolated park bench, letting out a happy sigh.  She wore a blue sports bra and gym shorts.  Next to her, her husband Jerome, a blue gray dragon, sat next to her and leaned back, soaking up the sun.  His long purple hair trailed down his shirt, and he wore a dark blue shirt with a UFO on it, along with a nice pair of jeans.
“This is nice,” Lisa said, snuggling with her husband.  “Thanks, babe.  Such a good idea to go to the beach.”
“Yeah, I’m full of great ideas,” Jerome teased, kissing the top of her head.  “Now, any requests for our relaxation time?”
“Just one. . .” Lisa purred.  She sat up and looked at her husband with pleading eyes.  “Can you go get us some ice cream?  Pleeeease?  I would /love/ a cold sweet treat right about now.”
Jerome laughed.  “Alright, alright, no need to beg, darling.  I’ll go buy us two cones.”
“Thanks!” Lisa exclaimed as he stood up from the bench.  “You’re a life saver, babe!”
“I know,” he joked.  He walked away from the bench toward the boardwalk behind them, and was soon out of sight.
Lisa smiled and settled in on the bench.  A moment later, /he/ approached.
A large black dragon walked casually near the green dragon, looking down at her with a satisfied smirk.  He had long blond hair and was also wearing jeans, but he had no shirt on, which accentuated his rippling abs.  Like Lisa, he also had wings, sleek grey specimens that were tucked away behind his back.
For a moment, this black dragon swallowed a pill and simply studied her, as if making up his mind about something.  But then, he walked up to Lisa, smirk still on his face, and stood over her, his massive form hovering above the other dragon.
Lisa frowned and looked over at him, confused.  He smiled at her and said, “Y’know, a lot of cuties hang out at this beach, but you’re the cutest one yet.”
She laughed.  “Why, thank you.  I think you’re pretty handsome yourself.  But I’m actually already taken though, so. . .”
“That’s fine,” the black dragon replied.  He grinned.  “I’m only interested in how cute you are because . . . well, the cutest ones taste the best.”
Lisa nodded, still processing that information—and once she did, she completely froze.  “Wait, what?” she asked.
That’s when the black dragon reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders.  His smile got wider, and he repeated, “I said, the cutest ones taste the best.  So I’m going to send this cutie down the hatch.”
Both Lisa and him heard the growl of his stomach as he spoke, and the black dragon smirked.  He opened his mouth wide, putting his hungry, drooling mouth on full display for Lisa.  Then he leaned forward, preparing to swallow the green dragon head-first.
Panicking, Lisa went over her options.  Sure, she had fire breath had her disposal, but it wouldn’t do her any good—dragons had heavy resistance to fire anyway.  But she did have something else up her sleeve: you see, Lisa was a rare magical dragon, with the ability to breathe out magic dust.  Plus, that magic dust could have any effect she choose. . . And she had a pretty good idea of which effect she wanted to use on this dragon.
So, just as the black dragon was about to lean forward and start gulping her down, Lisa blew out, and blew out /hard/ in his face, getting dust all in the man’s open maw and up his nose.  The black dragon let out a surprised shriek as he felt dust get into his mouth, and he stumbled backwards, confused, closing his mouth and trying to detect what exactly was in there.  But the magic dust had already absorbed into his tongue—there was no getting it out now.  Feeling his nose tickled by the substance, the black dragon sneezed, again and again, and he let go of Lisa, covering his mouth in confusion.
“What . . . What was that?” he asked between sneezes.  “What the heck was that supposed to be?”
It was at that moment that the process began.  The black dragon felt his pants starting to loosen around his waist, and he looked down in surprise.  “What’s going on?” he asked.  He looked down at Lisa, and noticed that she was getting closer to him than she had before. . . Was she getting taller?  Then it started to dawn on the dragon what was going on . . . but no, it couldn’t really be that!  Could it?  “What did you do to me?!”
Lisa smiled.  “Oh nothing, it was just a little magic dust!  Hope you’re enjoying its /tiny/ effects~!”
“Y-You. . .!”
The black dragon noticed that Lisa was getting even closer now, but she wasn’t growing bigger than the environment around her.  So it was true.  He was really shrinking. . .!
The black dragon rapidly reduced in size.  First, his pants were just a little bit loose around his waist, but they quickly grew looser and looser, until they finally fell right onto the ground.  He himself grew shorter and shorter—he had been over a head taller than Lisa, but their heights soon changed: first he was only half a head taller than her, then he and her were the same height, then he was shorter—and quickly growing even smaller with their heights rapidly deviating!
More and more the dragon shrunk, meeting Lisa’s chest first, then her stomach, then her midsection.  All the while his body mass was going down as well, and his bulky form reduced in stature and size.  The black dragon screamed and cried throughout the whole process, trying to find some way to stop it, but he couldn’t stop the magic that had already been cast—it was fruitless.
Finally, when it was truly over, the black dragon was the size of a small mouse.  Thankfully, his boxer shorts had shrunk down with him, so he wasn’t exposed on the beach.
Lisa laughed and waved down at her opponent, smirking.  “How’s the view down there?” she taunted him.  “Enjoying yourself?  I know I am!”
The black dragon scowled, very displeased with his current situation.  Then, something dawned on him, and he smiled, coming to a steady but pleasing realization.
“You know what?” Lisa continued.  She crouched down in front of her opponent, licking her lips in excitement.  She had wanted a beachside treat, after all. . . And though this wasn’t a cold ice cream cone, he would have to do. . . “You said that the cutest ones taste the best, right?  I’ll bet that’s true for you as well, isn’t it?  I think you’ll enjoy being in my stomach, my tiny little snack, now that the tables have turned. . .”
The black dragon laughed, scampering up to Lisa’s foot.  “Clever counter there, cutie!” he shouted up to her in his teeny tiny little voice.  “But you forgot one thing!”
“What’s that?” asked Lisa, leaning down in amusement to listen.
“Even a mouse can swallow up an elephant!”
And that’s when the black dragon leapt up, his mouth open wide, and engulfed part of Lisa’s snout.  And so the feeding began.
Lisa cried out in surprise and stood up, swatting at the black dragon, trying to get him off of her face.  But his grip on her was extremely tight—he was latched on pretty good, it seemed.  Still, she desperately tried to get him off, not wanting to think about the implications of what he had said—after all, a mouse couldn’t /really/ swallow an elephant, could it?.  So he wouldn’t really be able to swallow her, now would he?  Right?
Meanwhile, the black dragon was having quite a nice time latched onto Lisa.  He found that his grip was stronger than he really thought it could be, which was a nice surprise, and that the tasty green dragon couldn’t get him off—ha!  His tiny tongue reached forward and licked up her snout, getting his first taste of her, and he let out a, “Mmmm!” of satisfaction.  Aw yeah, she was sexy and had a great flavor to boot.  He had to get her inside of his stomach. . .
That’s when Lisa got an idea: maybe if she tried to open her mouth, she could go past where the black dragon could reach, and he would slip off of her snout!  Then, she could swallow him down and have her little beach snack.  Great!
So she tried to open her maw, determined to get him off—but there was only one problem.  The black dragon’s grip was far too strong.  Her mouth was stuck in the closed position thanks to the little creature chomping down on her.  Oh no.  Was she really going to be. . .!
/GULP!/
The black dragon took his first swallow of Lisa, and sucked in part of her snout.  She cried out in surprise as she was engulfed further by the hungry, tiny dragon, and felt her snout getting into his tight, constricting throat.  Starting to panic now, she tried to think of what she could do to get out of this situation.  She couldn’t get the black dragon off of her snout, so what /could/ she do to get him off?  /Was/ there anything she could do?
Meanwhile, the black dragon was really enjoying himself.  He had never taken in a meal this big before in his life, and he loved the way it felt to have the cute green dragon’s snout in his throat—it made a clear, visible bulge that showed just how far down he was going.  His stomach, which had already been empty and hungry, was growling far louder than it had been before, and he smirked.  He was going to enjoy eating this cutie. . .
He swallowed her down again with a loud /slorp/ and, as a result, half of Lisa’s entire snout was inside the black dragon.  Internally, her snout slipped down the dragon’s tiny little throat—and then, it entered his tiny little stomach.
Immediately, the space was filled with her flesh, and the belly let out grunts and growls around its new prey, greeting it with digestive noises.  The black dragon let out a happy sigh.  He always loved the feeling of his food entering his hungry belly—and to have such a big piece go inside there at once?  That felt absolutely amazing!  He needed more of her inside of him, and he needed that right now. . .!
Lisa was just starting to panic again when the black dragon began to swallow faster, going up her snout at a rapid pace—and then, suddenly, her head was inside of his mouth!  She let out a cry of surprise and tried again to open her mouth, but it was much too tight inside of the predator.  The black dragon’s little tongue greeted her with licks and slurps, tasting and taunting her eagerly, not missing even a single inch of her massive head.  And then, she was swallowed again.
This time, her head slipped into his throat, and she went from an already tight space to an even tighter one, a tube that wrapped around her head, constricting her movements far more than the mouth had.  Lisa cringed as she felt the dragon making his way to the back of her head, licking and sucking it with ease, and she tried once again to pull him off of her, but nothing worked.  Nothing was working at all, in fact.  Was she really going to be eaten?  And even worse, suffer the fate of food once it was eaten. . .?!
Another swallow, and Lisa was shoved down further—and then, suddenly, she was inside his stomach.  It greeted her with grumbles of hunger, vibrating the walls that clamped around her head.  Her presence was stretching out the space quite a bit, and she wondered how big it would be when all of her was inside of here.  No, no, she couldn’t focus on that—she had to get out of here /now/!  Lisa tried again and again to open her mouth, to pull the black dragon off, to just . . escape!  But it was all in vain, and even worse?  Part of her /knew/ it was all in vain.  Part of her knew she was just food now. . .!
The black dragon munched his way down Lisa’s head, slowly swallowing her down.  He gulped down her neck, then her chest, sucking in her wings as he started making his way down there.  The more of her she swallowed, the more of her was piled up inside of his hungry gut, which made a very tight home for poor Lisa.  Since it was stretched just enough to fit her, she couldn’t squirm around or move much inside of the stomach—struggling was practically impossible in there!  Her body was making a visible impression on the stomach that could be seen on the outside, and it would grow as more of her was gulped down.
And so the black dragon ate more and more of her, sucking in Lisa bit by tasty bit.  He swallowed her stomach and midsection, then her hips and ass, finishing eating her wings as he did so.  Then he made hie way down her legs, slurping up her thighs first, then her calves, until, finally, only her feet were left to eat.
The predator teased his prey for a moment, letting her feet hang outside of his mouth, watching them wiggle as Lisa tried to escape—oh, did that make him laugh!  Finally, he sucked them inside, and swallowed them down, sending them down his throat and to his stomach.
By now, his belly was absolutely enormous.  It had stretched massively to fit the other dragon inside, and by now, Lisa’s whole body was outline at the side of the stomach.  “Oh man!” the black dragon said, patting his humongous belly, letting it rest atop the ground.  “I was totally right.” He let out a satisfied /buuurp!/  “The cutest ones always do taste the best.  Good thing I took a Quick Digest Pill earlier, too—this cutie’s gonna get broken down fast.”  He hadn’t expected he’d be shrunk down to the size of a mouse, that was definitely for sure, but aside from that, everything was going according to plan—and he had a tasty treat inside of him, too. . .
Inside the stomach, Lisa heard what the black dragon had said, and her heart sank.  Great, so she was really going to be digested in here, huh?  What a way to go. . .
The stomach churned and growled around the green dragon, and squeezed in tighter around her than it already was, making it even more difficult to move around (not that she could even if she wanted to. . .).  Lisa felt substances dripping from the stomach walls and getting onto her skin, oozing all over her.  It was gross and slimy, and she knew exactly what it was: digestive juices.
It didn’t take much longer after that for the process to begin.  The quick digest pill worked fast in conjunction with the hungry stomach, and began breaking Lisa down.  The digestive process was painless however, and would eventually the green dragon “melt” away into a puddle.
It started as a low tingling feeling in her shoulders.  Glancing over at them with her eyes, Lisa could see that she was starting to liquify, as parts of her dripped onto the floor of the belly like they had turned to an ooze.
Outside, the black dragon could see that his stomach was shrinking, reducing down in size more and more.  He smiled, knowing exactly what that meant: the cutie inside was being broken down, and fast too.  Good. . .
Her clothes slipped off of her as she melted down, as they were digestion proof (made that way because of her and Jerome’s safe vore times).  More and more of her dripped into liquid, and Lisa shrunk down into a puddle, knowing that once her head was melted, she would lose consciousness.
And just like that, it was over.  Lisa closed her eyes, saying goodbye to Jerome as she did so, and a moment later, she was gone.
The black dragon, still as tiny as a mouse, reached out and patted his large stomach, jiggling it around.  He could hear Lisa’s melted body sloshing around inside, as she was nothing more than liquid now, and her sentience had gone.  “Mmm, that cutie was good,” he said, letting out a small burp.  “Now I just hope her dumb magic dust wears off soon. . . Being shrunk sucks.”
“Sorry babe, the lines at the boardwalk were super long, and. . . What the heck?!”
The new voice surprised the black dragon, and he looked up from the ground, startled.  High above him, a new person had entered the scene: a blue gray dragon with purple hair, wearing a T-shirt and jeans.  He was holding two ice cream cones, and was looking at the bench where the cutie had been sitting with surprise and confusion.
Jerome stared at the empty bench, trying to figure out where Lisa had gone.  Had she decided to go get something from their car?  But no, she definitely would have at least informed him of where she was going first, so he wouldn’t worry.  And she wouldn’t have gone to have fun at the beach without him. . . So where was she?
That’s when he noticed something down below.  Looking there, he saw a pair of someone’s beach clothing.  And next to it, a tiny black dragon was there, sitting on the sand with a large belly, one that was currently sloshing with liquid.  Oh no. . . Jerome had a bad feeling about this.
“Who the heck are you?” the blue gray dragon growled.  “And where is my wife?!”
As he was speaking, the magic dust Lisa had sprayed onto the black dragon was wearing off, and he (along with his boxers) was starting to grow back to normal size.  The black dragon opened his mouth to respond—but before he could say anything, he let out another (much louder) burp, and belched out a pair of acid proof clothing—Lisa’s clothing.  “Does that answer your question?” the black dragon taunted him, laughing.  “I guess that cutie I ate was your wife. . . Well, she made a really great beach snack!  Ha ha ha!”
A fire of rage ignited within Jerome, and he set the ice cream cones down upright on the park bench.  “You’re going to pay for this,” the blue gray dragon said calmly, facing his opponent and clenching his fists.  Meanwhile, the black dragon continued to grow and grow, until he was back to his normal height, a few inches taller than Jerome.
The black dragon sighed, then licked his lips.  “You know,” he said, “I wasn’t planning on having dessert.  But, now that you came along and threatened me like that, I think I’ve changed my mind.  See ya in my stomach, snack number two!”
But before he could even reach out to grab Jerome, the blue gray dragon made his move.  Jerome lunged forward and launched a powerful punch, which landed right on the black dragon’s face.  Crying out in surprise, the black dragon stumbled backwards, and fell onto the ground, where he was knocked out cold.
Still angry, but knowing he needed to act fast to save his wife, Jerome reached into his pocket and searched for the right pill—come on, come on, he knew it was in here!  He saved some specifically for he and Lisa’s spontaneous fun—ah, there it was!  He pulled out a Quick Reform Pill and ran to the black dragon.  Opening the predator’s mouth, Jerome dropped the pill inside, and tickled the black dragon’s throat so he would swallow.  That succeeded, and the pill made its way down to the stomach of the dragon.  Jerome waited, praying he hadn’t been too late.
A moment later, he saw something start to form in Lisa’s clothing on the ground—it was his wife, slowly regenerating!  Jerome let out a sigh of relief, glad beyond belief that he had been able to save her. . . But then, his rage returned, and he looked back at the black dragon, seething.  Then, he licked his lips, and grinned.
Now Jerome would become the predator, and put this wife eater right where he belonged.
The blue gray dragon bent down and grabbed the other dragon’s feet, and brought them up to his lips.  He opened his maw wide, displaying his hungry teeth and ravenous tongue, along with a dark throat that foreshadowed his enemy’s fate.  Then, after looking over his food for a moment, he begun.
He chomped down on the black dragon’s toes, and sucked on them, taking in the other predator’s flavor.  The black dragon had a rich, salty taste, like a fine steak, and Jerome moaned happily, enjoying it immensely—and enjoying the revenge even more than the flavor.  He took his sweet time tasting the other dragon, wondering if his wife had been tortured like this too—pity the black dragon was unconscious, and couldn’t put up a fruitless fight for Jerome to laugh at.
He brought the rest of the black dragon’s feet inside of his mouth (though not before brushing the sand off of the soles), sucking on that rich flavor for a long, long moment.  Then, finally, he performed the first swallow, the first of many.
Those feet were sucked down into the throat, squeezed tight by the constricting, compact esophagus, which refused to let go of the tasty prey.  Jerome always enjoyed the first swallow, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction, along with a big smile around his tasty prey.  Below, his stomach let out a loud, audible growl, clearly eager to have some of this tasty meat.  And he would be happy to give it some—but first, he was going to savor the journey, before sending his food to the destination.
And that’s when the black dragon started to wake up.  He began to stir, and opened his eyes to see that he was on the ground, lying in the sand.  “What. . . What happened?” he asked, trying to remember what had occurred—his memory was still a bit hazy.  “I ate a cutie, and then. . .?”  He remembered another dude showing up after he ate the cutie. . . Had he eaten that guy?  But his belly was flat, as far as he could tell.  And why had he been unconscious?
The black dragon tried to get up, but his feet wouldn’t move.  “What the heck?” he muttered, turning around.
That’s when he saw the predicament he was in.
The black dragon cried out in surprise and fear.  His feet weren’t moving because they were stuck inside a throat—specifically, the throat of that dude who had shown up!  His legs were currently getting eaten by that guy—/he/ was currently getting eaten by that guy!  Crap, how had the tables turned this badly?!
That’s when he remembered being knocked out by the blue gray dragon, and falling to the ground.  Man, that dude must be stronger than he looks. . .
Jerome noticed the black dragon’s confused, fearful eyes, and smiled around his prey, giving the black dragon a taunting wave.  Oh, this was going to be a good feast indeed.  Because now, the struggles would begin.
The black dragon was jolted out of his thoughts by another swallow, and he cried out in surprise as he was tugged backwards, feeling his feet travel further down Jerome’s throat, deeper in the blue gray dragon’s digestive tract.   He heard Jerome’s stomach let out another loud grumble, and his heart skipped a fearful beat.  Sweat ran down his brow, and he realized exactly where this was going. . .
“H-Hey man, let’s talk about this!” the black dragon suggested, his mind racing for ideas of how to get out of this situation.  “So, I know I ate your wife, but you managed to regenerate her, so, uh.  No harm no foul, right?”
Jerome smiled down at his prey, and rolled his eyes.  Oh please.  They both knew that if he hadn’t stopped him, that black dragon would have digested his wife for sure.  So no, it wasn’t “no harm no foul”.  And he wasn’t going to spare this dragon any mercy, since no mercy was given to his wife. . .
So instead of giving a verbal response, he simply lapped up the black dragon’s meaty legs, tasting more and more of that delicious flavor.  The black dragon let out involuntarily giggles of laughter as his thighs were tickled, but he found this situation anything but funny.  “H-Hey man!” he tried to say in between laughs.  “P-Please!  Spit me out so we can talk—ha!  Please!”
Jerome didn’t say anything.  Instead, he let his next swallow speak for him.
The black dragon was pulled forward yet again, and he let out another surprised scream.  He felt the last of his legs slip inside of the blue gray dragon’s throat, and as his thighs went down the esophagus, his feet landed in another place. . .
He felt his toes slip past the constricted tunnel of the throat, and land into a much more open space, which, for a moment, was a relief—man, that esophagus was tight!  But then, he felt liquids splashing onto his feet, and heard the stomach let out another growl, which sent vibrations through his skin.  Then, the black dragon realized where he was. . .
“NO!” he screamed, wriggling and thrashing about, trying to get out of there.  “Please!  DON’T SEND ME TO YOUR STOMACH!”
Jerome grinned.  /There/ were the struggles he was looking for.
He reached out and grabbed his prey’s arms, then forced them to the black dragon’s sides.  Then, he continued tasting his meat, licking and sucking at the other dragon’s stomach even as his victim whimpered and writhed.
The black dragon’s heart was pounding.  He couldn’t get eaten like this—he was an apex predator, for crying out loud!  He had to find a way to get out of this!  He continued to struggle, his mind racing desperately for a solution.  But he couldn’t think of a single thing.  And so, he just continued to fight, primally trying to escape this situation.
Jerome continued sucking in more and more of his meat.  He made his way up the black dragon’s stomach, giving it savoring licks before swallowing it down.  When he did so, more of the black dragon’s legs were emptied into his belly, making it growl louder.  His gut could sense he had more up there to give it—and so, he would deliver.
The black dragon let out a yelp as he was suddenly tugged forward again, this time twice in quick succession.  His chest was gulped down, then his shoulders, piling more of him into Jerome’s gurgling stomach.  “Please, man!” the black dragon whimpered.  “Please don’t eat me!”
Jerome laughed.  “You should have shown my wife some mercy. . . Since you didn’t, I won’t show you any, either.”
And with that, he sucked in the black dragon’s head.
Licks and chomps became the black dragon’s world as the tongue slapped his face, savoring him relentlessly.  He cringed and tried to resist the taste test, but he couldn’t exactly move out of the way—he was helpless.  “Please!” he said, trying again to beg his way out of this situation.  “I-I won’t do this kind of thing ever again!  I promise.”
Jerome didn’t even hesitate.  He simply gulped, and sent his prey down to his gut.
The black dragon quickly traveled down the predator’s throat, where he couldn’t even open his mouth thanks to the tightness, and reached the belly.  Popping inside, he curled up with the rest of his body, whimpering as the belly growled loudly around him.  And since there was no Quick Digest Pill, he would take quite a while to go—that he knew. . .
The black dragon thrashed and struggled inside of the stomach, letting out screams of determination as he fought.  Outside, Jerome chuckled at the efforts of his prey, and rubbed his stomach, smiling.  “Thanks for the belly rubs,” he taunted.  “Feels really nice!”
The black dragon leaned against the walls—he was running out of steam, and hearing that only made more of his energy drain.  He truly was just food now.  Though he, like all living food that got sent to stomachs like this, would regenerate eventually.
Jerome patted his stomach and turned to Lisa, who had, by now, finished reforming around her clothing.  “Ugh. . . What happened?” she muttered, sitting up in the sand.  Then her eyes widened as she remembered, and she whipped around.  “Jerome?!”
“Hey babe,” he said, patting his squirming stomach.  “Don’t worry, I took care of it.”
Lisa grinned, realizing who was in that bloated gut, and relief filled her.  She embraced Jerome, and the two of them kissed.  When they let go of each other, Lisa breathed some magic dust on her spit-soaked clothes, making them dry once again.
They went back to the park bench, and Jerome handed Lisa an ice cream cone, taking one for himself.  “You know,” Lisa said, licking her treat, “I’m going to enjoy cuddling with my plump husband once his stomach is done with that dragon.”
Jerome grinned.  “Oh yeah?  I know I’m going to enjoy that too.”
Lisa smiled.
“Great.”