FT licked the white stripe of fur on Fox's head and gave another powerful thrust into Fox's ass. "Mmm...I think I'll have raw Fox this morning." FT said, rubbing Fox's sides.
Fox became excited, but was also disappointed. "Aww...I don't get to be cooked?" He asked, his tail rubbing FT's belly.
FT giggled and patted Fox on the back. "I'll cook you for dinner, ok?" FT replied, kissing Fox's cheek.
Fox smiled and nodded, just being happy that he was going to get eaten either way. He loved being FT's dinner. He always had fantasies of being a dragon's lunch, but never thought he'd meet a dragon who could make them come true. So, once he met FT, he made sure he didn't lose him.
Fox wiggled under the dragon and gasped as the cock was pulled from his tailhole. FT climbed off Fox, who was happily pinned under his weight, and looked over his mate turned meal. He never digested Fox, and never planned to do so. He had an ability to control the acids in his stomach. "So Fox. The choice is now yours. You want to be eaten feet first, or head first?" FT asked, licking his lips as he watched his delicious fox mate.
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