A Snack For Cock And Stomach

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 “Want to get acquainted with it before I gobble you up?”
Suborak smirked, holding the small wyvern with one hand.  “Well?” the sergal continued, leaning into his dangling prey.  “Come on, my friend.  I know you want to get to know my cock~.”
Snuffy smiled.  The wyvern was getting woozy with desire already, and they had barely even started.  He couldn’t wait to please Suborak—and then, the sergal would please him, too. . .
Suborak brought his wyvern friend down to his sheath.  “Go on,” the dominant sergal ordered.  “Show me what you can do.”
Snuffy immediately got to work.  He crawled forward on Suborak’s hand and reached out for the sergal’s penis, rubbing up and down with his palms.  “Good, good,” Suborak murmured, leaning back.  “Keep going.”
At the encouragement, Snuffy rubbed harder and faster, changing up the pace of his strokes to increase the sergal’s interest.  Then he knew what would wake up that dick, and leaned forward.  Reaching out, the wyvern buried his head in Suborak’s sheath, digging inside to please the sergal.  And please him it did, resulting in satisfied moans from the dominant predator.  Snuffy was enjoying himself in there too—there was nothing he loved more than burying himself inside a sheath, after all.
It didn’t take long for Suborak’s cock to slide out, and the wyvern was pushed out.  He gasped at the sight.  The penis was not only quite large compared to him, it was larger than most cocks he’d seen, a delightful member that commanded his gaze and ordered his attention.  Snuffy couldn’t wait to dive inside it.
But first, he had to please Suborak.  So he continued to do so, and brought his hands around the large member, his claws connecting at the fingertips as they wrapped around each side.  Then he started his strokes in earnest.
“Oooooh . . . oh yes,” Suborak said, grinning widely.  “That’s right, prey.  That’s right, keep going. . .”
So Snuffy did.  He ran his hands up and down the length of the cock, rubbing with just the right amount of force.  The more he stroked, the more turned on the sergal got: soon enough, the penis was dripping with precum, which ran down the shaft and dripped onto the wyvern’s fingers.  Snuffy sighed with anticipation, and continued pleasing his friend.
Each rub brought the dick into a more erect position, making Suborak harder and more aroused.  Until, finally, it was propped completely upward, fully awakened by Snuffy’s actions.  “Good,” the sergal said, grinning.  “Now, let’s get you inside. . .”
The sergal lifted the hand that held Snuffy, bringing him up to the tip of the penis.  The cockmouth opened slightly as the wyvern was brought closer, and he leaned toward it, staring down inside the dick.  Suborak smirked, and suddenly shoved Snuffy toward his member—the mouth opened, and the prey’s head and neck was crammed inside the cock.  The member sealed around Snuffy, erasing any chance of escape.  “That’s it, perfect,” Suborak purred.  “Only a matter of time now. . .”
The wyvern sighed contentedly inside the penis.  It was a tight, slimy tunnel, covered in cum on all sides.  The semen stuck to his skin and congealed around his head, holding tight to the new prey.  The smells and sensations threatened to overtake him with joy, but Snuffy managed to keep himself together as he lay inside the sergal’s lovely dick.
The cockmouth gulped him further, and Snuffy’s chest was sucked inside Suborak’s member, the tips of his wings clutched by the penis.  He was pulled further inside the semen-filled shaft, and as the wyvern went, he could feel the walls pulsing around him as Suborak’s heart beat.  Snuffy was slowly becoming one with the sergal—and that thought, more than anything, delighted him.
More and more of him was slurped down by the hungry member, and the wyvern’s stomach and wings were soon inside.  Only his feet and tail were left in the outside world.  As he went forward, Snuffy felt the front of his body leave the tight tunnel, and enter a more open, but also more slimy, area.  Reaching out with his claws, the wyvern felt around, and realized the place was circular, and completely covered in cum. . .
The final swallow came all too quickly.  The cockmouth gulped in Snuffy’s feet, and sucked in his tail like a spaghetti strand.  “Excellent,” Suborak said, seeing his full cock.  The wyvern slowly made his way down the tight tunnel, and soon, he was completely emptied into Suborak’s balls.  Snuffy was forced to curl up inside and breathe through his nose, as breathing through his mouth would fill it with cum.  The ballsac churned around him, threatening digestion.  But Suborak wasn’t done with him yet.
The sergal smirked as Snuffy filled up his balls, and moaned pleasurably as it stretched to fit the wyvern.  “Such an easy meal,” he teased, looking down at his massive ballsac.  “I love meat that doesn’t struggle.  In fact, I think I’ll give you a reward . . . and give myself some pleasure.”
Suborak went on the floor, holding his erect cock as he lay down there.  The sergal leaned up, and stared at his dick for a moment, determining how he would do this.  Then, he began.
Suborak was extremely flexible, more than most other people he knew.  And now, he was going to suck himself off.
The sergal brought his knees up and leaned forward with his back and neck, diving down to his cock.  He got it on the first try, sealing it into his wide mouth quite easily.  Suborak smiled around his member, and then began to please it.
He reached out with his long, forked tongue and wrapped it around the head of his penis, licking firmly to bring maximum pleasure to himself.  He swirled his tongue up and down his massive member, making sure to please every spot he could.  In response, precum dripped out of his dick, showing just how aroused the sergal was.
Inside his balls, Snuffy could feel the churning increasing as the penis responded to Suborak’s actions.  What was going on out there?  The wyvern had some suspicions, but one thing was clear: from the way the ballsac was moving, he wasn’t going to stay here long.
Suborak continued lapping up his own dick, sucking it forcefully now, and increasing his rigor.  Every time he did this, he would find new ways to please himself, new ways to give an amazing amount of pleasure.  The sensations he was receiving were amazing, both in his mouth and in his dick, and the sergal knew he wouldn’t take it any longer.  He was going to—
And then, Suborak came, and the wyvern was shot out of his dick.  It was a low rumble at first as the balls churned around Snuffy, but then, he was thrown out of the circular chamber and forced back into the tunnel of cum, liquid moving all around him.  It was like being inside an active volcano, and soon enough, Snuffy exploded back into the outside world.
He only caught a glimpse of Suborak’s mouth, tongue, and teeth before he was forced inside, surrounded by cum and spit.  Before the wyvern could move, the sergal’s long, forked tongue pinned him to the roof of the mouth, lapping him up in the process.  Snuffy heard a loud /gulp/, and realized Suborak had swallowed the semen.  And since he was here, the wyvern was next.
“So delicious,” Suborak said, the words rumbling around Snuffy and making his insides vibrate.  He was licked more by the tongue, poked and prodded like . . . well, like a piece of food.  “I can’t wait for you to land in my stomach.  It’s excited to meet you.”  The sergal chuckled, and tossed Snuffy into one of his cheeks, pressing him against it with that massive tongue.  “Let’s get an extended taste of my prey. . .”
And so the wyvern was thrown from cheek to cheek, savored lavishly and excessively by Suborak.  The tongue wrapped around Snuffy, carrying him on the tasting journey and not releasing its grip.  This should have been tiring, but an eager prey like Snuffy was rather enjoying the experience, and it only added to his anticipation.  When would he finally be swallowed, and officially become nothing but food for the beautiful sergal?
Finally, Suborak stopped throwing Snuffy, and settled at the center of the mouth.  “Time to send you down the hatch, snack,” the sergal said, his tongue escaping his mouth and licking his lips.  “You’re quite the tasty treat, I must admit.  But all treats need to be swallowed down.  Goodbye~.”
He opened his mouth nice and wide, giving Snuffy one last look at the outside world before the inevitable end.  Then, he threw the wyvern hard with his tongue, flinging him to the back of the throat.  Snuffy landed there with a /plop/, smacking against the uvula on his way down.
/Gulp!/
Suborak’s strong swallow sucked at the wyvern like a wormhole, pulling him in with extreme force.  Snuffy reached out and grabbed at the sergal’s uvula as he went down—but that wasn’t enough to stop the descent.  The throat grabbed his tail, sucking him in, and his head hit the uvula again as he was forced into the throat.  The wyvern went down, down, toward the belly of the dominant beast.
Snuffy was forced into a tight, clammy chamber, not too unlike the inside of Suborak’s cock, aside from the obvious lack of semen.  He was slowly pulled downward by the esophagus, treated just like any other piece of food that landed here.  The wyvern wiggled with fear and anticipation as his descent to the stomach began.
Outside, he was making quite the bulge in Suborak’s throat, a visible lump of prey that bloated quite a bit.  The sergal smirked and put his hand on it as it went lower and lower.  This was all Snuffy was now—and they both knew that the wyvern had wanted it to end this way.  And Suborak loved giving him that end.
Snuffy continued to travel down the throat for quite a while.  It was a devastatingly slow journey, as the esophagus forced him down inch by inch, in deliberate sections.  Outside, Suborak’s throat bulge was starting to disappear, and as Snuffy reached the sergal’s chest, the bulge was gone entirely.  Suborak smirked—that meant his food was almost at its destination.
Snuffy breathed in and out as he traveled down to the stomach.  It was taking forever, when was he going to—?
Then, he felt his tail hit a barrier: the sphincter, guarding the entrance to the gut.  It opened to receive the food, and the wyvern’s tail slipped through.  Then his feet, then his stomach, then his chest.  Snuffy was starting to get excited.  He was finally going to reach the stomach!
His head was pushed free of the esophagus, and suddenly the wyvern found himself free falling.  He landed with a loud /plop/ at the bottom of the stomach, hitting a small patch of liquid that was starting to gather.  For a moment he was stunned, but soon Snuffy got his bearings, and stood up to examine his surroundings.
The first thing he noticed was the smell.  The entire stomach was rich with the scent of acid and chemicals, and the wyvern knew that it would only get more potent with time.  Below his feet, the floor of Suborak’s belly was squishy and wet—and moving.  The eager gut let out growls and grumbles every few seconds, making the ground and walls shake, and making Snuffy fall back on the ground, landing in the puddle.
“Like it in there, prey?” Suborak asked, slapping his stomach.  The entire thing vibrated around Snuffy, making him involuntarily shake.  “Told you it’s excited to meet you—my gut /loves/ living meals.”  He licked his lips, tasting the wyvern’s flavor on his tongue one last time.  “I can’t wait to digest you, and make you mine.”
Snuffy blushed at the thought, once again loving the idea of becoming part of the dominant sergal.  It was definitely going to happen—he was truly trapped in here, with no way out.
But it was going to take time.  Suborak’s stomach may have been eager, but it took digestion quite slowly.  And Snuffy was about to experience that.
The belly growled around the wyvern yet again, and after the tremor was over, he stood up from the puddle.  That was when Snuffy realized it was getting bigger: more and more liquid was starting to gather inside the belly, piling up at the center.  This couldn’t be good—he had to get away from it.
Feeling his way around, Snuffy soon felt his hands touch the walls of the stomach.  He pressed them hard against the soft, squishy confines, and he sighed with contentment.  The wyvern loved being in this beautiful belly, and he wanted to savor every moment of it.
Outside, Suborak felt Snuffy feeling the insides of his gut, and let out a happy moan.  “Oh, yes,” the predator said, smiling.  “Keep rubbing, prey.  That feels amazing.”
The wyvern grinned, happy to please his predator, and then obeyed.  He massaged the insides of Suborak’s stomach with both claws, putting pressure on the guts and pleasing the sergal immensely.  Soon his hands weren’t enough, and the wyvern pressed his back against the walls of the gut, moving up and down and running his tail along the walls.  “Excellent,” Suborak purred, and Snuffy blushed again, pleased to have made his predator so happy.
That was when the environment inside started to change.  Suddenly, an extremely loud growl echoed through the space, and Snuffy tripped, falling backwards.  But instead of hitting the squishy floor of the stomach, he fell into a pile of liquid.  Surprised, the wyvern stood up, and realized the puddle had expanded further since he last saw it—it was taking over the stomach.  And the acid smell was much, /much/ stronger than before. . .
Suborak smirked.  “Things are going to get quite tumultuous now, my tasty meal,” he said, patting his belly.  “Get ready.”
Right on queue, the stomach let out another growl, making Snuffy fall again.  Then, it started to churn its food.
The walls started to press in, and then the pool began to rise, bubbling up against the wyvern’s skin.  He ran to the walls of the stomach, but they were too slippery for him to grab—not to mention they were moving.  He fell back toward the pool of juices as the stomach moved.
And as suddenly as it began, the churning stopped, letting the food settle back at the bottom of the stomach. Snuffy panted as he sat in the stomach liquid, catching his breath after such an intense experience.  Then he stood up, and felt his way to the stomach walls—perhaps the liquid wasn’t that far now?  But not only was the stomach fluid touching the walls, the walls themselves were dripping now, filling it up.  The wyvern could hear and feel the process beginning to increase, and knew that soon, he would digest.
It was only a matter of time.
Snuffy sat in the tingly liquid, feeling his feet grow more and more numb with time.  Soon he would be a part of Suborak, a part of the sergal forever.  His heart skipped a beat in excitement, and he felt the stomach fluids starting to rise.  Just as they reached his hips, the churning began again.
He was forced against the walls as the fluid got tossed around, making him slide back into the pool just as quickly.  The stomach walls were much too wet now, covered in liquid and only increasing the amount of juices that were in here.
When the churning finally stopped, Snuffy fell from a wall and into the stomach juices—and was surprised to find the ground was gone.  Instead, the wyvern sunk into the pool of digestive liquid, and was forced to swim upwards.  He reached the top and gasped for breath, paddling to keep himself afloat.
The entire stomach was overcome with fluid now.  Snuffy’s entire body was tingly, and everything inside the stomach juices—in other words, from his tail to his chest—was extremely numb now.  Even as he swam, the wyvern was starting to not feel his hands.  And that made it hard to stay above water. . .
Suborak smiled and patted his belly.  “Looks like you’re done, prey,” he teased, hearing the loud grunts and growls that indicated digestion’s final stage.  “Might as well give in to my stomach.  Not much else you can do anyway.”
Snuffy realized he was right.  There was nothing else he could do—this truly was the end.  He was going to be Suborak’s meal for good.  And there was nothing he loved more to become.
The wyvern’s hands went completely numb, and he couldn’t swim anymore.  Snuffy was forced into the stomach juices, down into the abyss of digestion.  The numbness spread to his shoulders, neck, and head, growing more and more potent with each passing second.  It filled his body inside and out, overwhelming the prey—until finally, it completely overcame him, and Snuffy digested.  The stomach began to break him down.
Suborak could feel his food passing, and smiled.  “You were delicious, Snuffy,” he said, smiling.  “I wish all my prey were as eager as you.”
He could feel a burp coming on, and a moment later, the sergal let out a loud belch.  Then he let out another—only this time, Snuffy’s skull traveled upward and popped out of his mouth, landing in Suborak’s hand.
The sergal smiled.
“Thanks for being such good food for me.”