Nom

You gulp and keep your eyes firmly shut right until the end. Daring a quick peek you instantly wish you didnt.

A maw filled with teeth greets you and you let out a loud ewr peircing yipe. The dragon bites down, its teeth slicing through your fattened hide like hot knives to butter.

You let out a pained gasp. You can't seem to take your eyes off of the damage done to your stomach. Your midriff rises and falls with each paniced and pained breath.

The dragon aboves you swollows its portion of meat and licks her chops. "You know...I always though Fox would taste like chicken...go figure."

The dragon then opens her jaws wide and takes her second bite...

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Some time later the dragon leans back upon her pile of gold. One hand rests firmly upon her swollen gut the other picks her teeth clean with one of your ribs. She flicks it away into a small pile of of your meager remains.

With a wide toothed yawn the dragon curls into a ball and falls asleep.

She hopes the next pets are just as tasty...

Is this the end? Or the begining of the end for her next pet?

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