Chapter #5Spyro and the hungry FT by: FT2k4   FT grinned as he looked over the helpless Spyro, who had finally stopped crying. Having his way with Spyro had caused FT to work up quite an appetite, so he began looking around for food.
FT didn't see anything that remotely interested him, until he looked down at Spyro. He couldn't help but notice how tasty the purple dragon looked. He licked over his lips and knelt down by Spyro. He placed a finger on the dragon's head and dragged it down to his tail. FT pulled his finger away and placed it into his mouth, tasting Spyro's flavor. FT's eyes widened from the taste, and found it unbelievable that this little dragon could taste so good!
To confirm this, FT bent over and gave Spyro's body a long lick. The result was that a puddle of drool flowed from FT's mouth to the cave's floor. His stomach called for Spyro and FT could no longer hold himself back. He got up and grabbed Spyro's tail, easily lifting the small dragon into the air.
Spyro whimpered and looked into FT's eyes, seeing nothing but hunger. Spyro struggled to make the green dragon drop him, being held uncomfortably over his head. Then Spyro was greeted to the sight of FT's jaws stretching wide open, allowing the purple dragon to stare down his mouth, his throat framed by rows of sharp teeth.
Spyro whimpered loudly and continued struggling, trying to cry out for help as he found himself being lowered into FT's jaws. "Oh no....please no...oh no...he's going to eat me!" Spyro thought to himself as he tried to get away from the approaching set of jaws.
Spyro's eyes closed as his head was inserted into FT's maw, the tongue licking over his face. He felt the teeth poking into his chest and back while FT held him in place. The hungry dragon purred from the pleasure of Spyro's taste as his tastebuds rubbed over his smooth purple scales. FT's throat opened up and a loud gulp filled Spyro's ears as his head was pushed into the gullet, his shoulders beginning to fall into FT's mouth.
FT let go of Spyro and let him hang freely from his jaws. Spyro opened his eyes and saw his tied arms hanging freely in FT's throat, which was pulsating and pushing him into the darkness below him. He whimpered and felt the saliva dripping off his muzzle, FT's tongue lapping at his belly.
FT titled his head back and continued swallowing the small dragon, making chomps as Spyro slipped deeper into his jaws. He closed his eyes and moaned as Spyro began to wiggle in his throat. Another chomp brought his rump into his mouth, his legs and tail left outside to be swallowed next.
Spyro began to sob again, having been raped and now eaten. His paws pushed through a ring of flesh in front of him and he looked back as he felt his legs quickly fall into FT's gullet. The dragon licked over his feet, causing Spyro to let out muffled laughs and squirm heavily, his feet being quite ticklish. FT decided to stop and rubbed his bulging throat while Spyro's tail slashed as it hung from his closed lips. As if it was a noodle, FT snapped his head back and slurped it up, gulping and sending Spyro into his stomach.
Spyro was forced to curl up in a tight ball inside the dragon's dark and slimy stomach. He felt FT's paws on the outside rubbing over it, feeling Spyro's form curled up inside him. With his tail, he began to saw at the ropes, finally getting the ones at his front paws free. He clawed at the ropes around his mouth, getting them cut before snapping his jaws at the ropes around his legs. Those broke free, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Spyro was still trapped inside the dragon's stomach.
FT purred and patted his round stomach as he felt Spyro move around inside him. His tiny voice finally emitted from the round bulge. "Please...let me go..." Spyro begged, pushing out against FT's stomach walls.
The green dragon looked down at his belly and rubbed over it, his tongue licking over his lips and teeth, still tasting Spyro. He answered Spyro with a loud belch which caused his stomach walls to compress against the purple dragon's body. "Please....just let me go! I won't attack you! I just want to get out." He pleaded, whimpering and panicking as he heard the stomach begin to groan and gurgle, preparing to digest him.
"Well, delicious dragon, I haven't decided what I'm going to do with you yet. I could let you go....or I could digest you." FT said with a grin, rubbing his squirming stomach.
As Spyro sat in his stomach, FT began deciding the dragon's fate.
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