Devourers Feast (WIP)

This contains vore, and a ton of it. If you are uncomfortable with a little, or even a lot of vore, I suggest you leave.

Author’s Note: This is a work in progress released early for 8/8 and is not the final draft, but you shouldn’t expect anything plot or story wise to change. This was never meant to have the emotion or heart the Uprora series has and is purely something I wanted to do for fun and show off some new characters I love.

3 months before the crash of the Trojan Horse.

She watched from the brush. Four young dragons, about late teens, all having a leisurely meeting. All blissfully unaware of the hunter stalking them.

She loved the hunt, and every second was relished. What she enjoyed the most were other dragons; her own kind. It did technically make her a cannibal, but when it came to her official job, it was necessary at times, but this was for her own enjoyment, and only that.

And such a good hunter she was. Already having used methods to mask her scent to match the forest’s, the young drakes’ sense of smell couldn’t have detected her, and their hearing proven ineffective against her stealth skills. Even the leaves of fall didn’t so much as crunch once under her paws.

Such a cautious approach wasn’t necessary. She had taken down stronger dragons than these without any stealth, but such blunt methods were too easy, and so the predator challenged herself.

Now within striking distance, she licked her lips slowly.

“and then-.” The young, brown scaled male dragon suddenly collapsed.

“Hey? Are you alright?” A purple scaled female asked.

Behind her, a forest green fur one fell just the same.

The purple dragon looked to her last friend, a bright turquoise one, who was trembling at the sight of something behind her. She turned around and trembled just the same.

A massive shadow of a dragon covered her. She was only three quarters the size of the one looming over her, maybe less. The crisp emerald eyes of the being looking down at her.

“Hello little ones~.” The figured cooed, sounding soft, motherly-like even.

“W-who are you? What do you want with us?” The blue dragon asked shaking.

“I am Izra.”

“Wait, you’re the Devourer? My mother told me about you.” The girl said with wide eyes.

“Yes, I am indeed an inquisitor.”

“But we didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Oh no, no, no. I’m not here for anything like that. Rather…” She stepped into view, revealing her jet-black scales, and ooze green underbelly. “I’m here to have some fun.” She grinned, revealing her teeth.

“F-fun? Killing our friends was fun!?” The purple yelled.

“Killed?” Izra giggled. “Of course not!” She moved over to the collapsed green dragon and lifted him up from the chest for them to see. “Just my venom. Little guy’s just a prisoner within his own body. He may not be able to move, but he can see and hear everything almost as plain as day.” The dragon almost sung her explanation. “I tend to like to go without it if I can. You see…” She moved the limp dragon to in front of her and angled his head to hers, then spread her jaws wide, forcing her prey to peer into the pink flesh of her maw.

The two dragons not under the influence of Izra’s venom watched in horror as the Devourer began swallowing the head of their friend. Something about the sight made them as frozen as the potency of their predator’s venom.

‘Frozen in fear~. Works on the young ones every time~.’ Izra loved the taste of other dragons when hunting for fun. She could satisfy her predatory instincts without hurting anyone.

After a few swallows, the last of the neck entered her throat. Her prey’s delicious shoulders disappeared and created a massive bulge of black and lime scales. Izra had her eyes locked malevolently at the trembling forms of the other two while humming gratefully. She was going to savor this. She was going to savor them all.

Once her prey’s center entered the esophagus, Izra was able to raise her head to allow gravity’s aid. From there, it was just a simple matter of gulping down the furry haunches, following with the tail. With a final gulp, his fate was sealed.

Izra smacked her lips and sighed contently as the large bulge continued traveling down her neck, joining with the rest of itself in the bottom of her stomach that had reached just above her shins. “It’s not as fun when they don’t struggle~…” She said blissfully. “Still delicious nevertheless~.” A devious grin spread across her muzzle. “And you didn’t even try to run. Either you’re both concerned about your friends, which is honorable but futile, or you want to be inside my belly~.”

“S-stay back!” The blue trembled.

“No need to pretend little one~.” She reaches back and rubs her massive belly with a paw, sloshing it around. “Your friend’s in a warm, soft place, and right now he’s all alone~. Don’t you want to keep him company~.”

Her words were venom. Everything about Izra was intoxicating, from the venom leaving one uneaten morsel paralyzed, to the half-truths that made her prey subconsciously feel that they should join their lonely friend. Not only that, her voice was so innocent, like nothing wrong had been done.

Then the purple shook her head to bring herself back to reality. “No! You’re a monster! You ate our friend! A fellow dragon! He was innocent!” The youngling charged foolishly at her predator.

Izra giggled. Desperate prey is predictable.

The purple pounced, claws sheathed, about to strike.

The inquisitor caught her paws with her own and brought her jaws down onto the shocked dragon’s head with a wet squelch.

The prey struggled and screamed, but her body was held in place and her voice muffled by the confines of the predator’s throat.

Izra’s head lowered downward, her throat sliding past her prey’s arms. Her neck was moving like crazy, being protruded out by the constant movements of her squirming meal.

‘You are feisty, and so, so delicious…’ Izra hummed to herself in bliss. Once the legs and tail had been slurped down, she moaned happily, having completed half her task to get all the dragons tucked away in her belly.

The newly arrived dragon had to curl up to share the cramped space that stretched to fit them both her and the still paralyzed friend. The purple still struggled, hoping to break free from her fleshy prison, but all it did was satisfy her captor even more.

“Oh, yeah~…” Izra moaned. She couldn’t stop purring from both the feeling of fullness in her belly, and the continued squirms that pushed out against her belly that reached her paws, slightly dragging against the ground. Suddenly, the pressure trapped inside her gut broke free.

“Buuuurrreeeepppppppp!!!” A massive belch erupted from her maw, spraying strands of saliva. Izra opened her eyes and looked down at the only drake left that hadn’t been paralyzed. “Glad you stayed sweetie~.”

“Y-you’ll n-ever c-catch me like that!” The blue yelled a stutter.

“Hmmmm, you’re right. I am a bit too full to be chasing, but that doesn’t mean I won’t catch you later. If you run away, I’ll just find you again, and make sure anyone trying to stop me ends up the same as you. I know mommy and daddy will try to hide you, and do you think they can stop an inquisitor?”

The blue looked up with hopeless eyes, realizing the truth in her words. “I… I…” He stuttered. Those words stung deep into his mind. The worst-case scenarios kept popping in his vision: all his friends and family falling downward into the throat of the dragoness. There was only one way to best ensure the rest of those he loved don’t fall to the same fate as his friends already in the wriggling stomach. “Just shut up. I’ll come in.” He said sadly.

Izra grinned, and her eyes gleamed crisply. “Good boy~.” She lowers her jaws, opening them wide while eyes looked at her prey.

With a heavy heart, blue took a deep breath before poking his head inside. ‘This is how I die?’ He pushed his head into the hole at the back of the mouth. In response, the predator gave a couple of throaty swallows, pulling large portions of him down.

It didn’t take long with the prey’s help to get him all the way down. Once he joined the other two friends, the worn out purple and the green who was making slight movements with the venom’s effects wearing off.

Now Izra’s stomach puffed out in every direction like she was laying on a medicine ball. Her special stomach stretched from her chest to waist, allowing a capacity most dragons could never reach. She burped before squishing her face into her spongy gut.

“Sooooo fuuulll… but not quite stuffed.” The dragon cooed.

She looked over to the last dragon, but found the brown one missing, leaving a trail of scattered leaves and flattened foliage.

Izra grinned. “You can run, but you can’t hide.” She whispered.

***

‘Got to get away! Got to get away!’ The brown screamed in his head, trying to drag his numb body across the forest floor.

The venom’s effects had only partially worn off, and that left a dragon trying to walk with the same results of a toddler trying to take his first steps. So, the brown’s movements were pretty much a mix of poor army crawling and collapsing from failing to stand.

A shadow then covered the brown, only instead of sorrow, his heart leapt with joy.

It wasn’t the psycho dragon that was eating his friends! It was a different one that appeared to be as strong as her. A dark grey covered his body, with an icy blue flowing underneath. From beneath the blue horns that looked as if they themselves were made of ice, his blue eyes looked down at the brown with a strange look. He grinned, moving past the dragon and grabbing his tail, dragging him back from the way her came.

“Trying to escape, eh?”

The brown’s claws dragged against the forest floor as he was taken back the way he came from.

***

Izra waddled with her bloated stomach, following the trail her impaired prey made. Then, she made contact with someone unexpected, who was bringing her prey back to her! “Razar!” She moved as fast as her gut allowed her, greeting the dragon with affectionate nuzzles, who returned them gladly. “You brought my meal back~!”

“I knew you were up to something and came to see~. Dropped our little boy by the sitter on the way~.” He smooched her on the lips.

The brown would’ve made a disgustful remark at what he was hearing if he could.

“Full?” Razar asked, already knowing the answer.

Her muzzle stroked his chest plates all the way to his neck. “Never~.”

“Good thing there’s more my love~.”

“Hmmmm… how about you have him, dear?”

‘What!?’ The brown screamed in his mind.

Razar returned with a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, my love, but I want you to have him.”

‘I’m going to throw up. Throw up without moving my mouth.’ The brown was cut off his train of thought and held up by Razar.

Izra rolled over onto her back, her big belly bulging out towards the sky and canopy, patiently waiting for her mate.

He began feeding the dragon to his love. The prey could only watch in horror (a phrase used many times in this story) as the green maw filled his vision. His body laid atop his friends as his neck was getting slurped down that throat, being guided by the blue dragon.

Last came the haunches and tail, which Izra swallowed with some hearty gulps. Her belly expanded upward like an inflatable balloon, wriggling around with the squirms of her prey.

Razar flops down on her churning gut with a happily relaxed look, to which Izra does the same.

“Thank you my dear.” She speaks sleepily. “Urrrrooooaaarrrpppp!!!” A belch cascades from her throat unexpectedly. “Sorry.” Izra apologizes with a giggle.

“Say, what your record?”

“Five, but these pretties are smaller.”

“So, does that mean you have room for one more?”

Izra gave a light gasp with wide eyes, before becoming a smile. “You’re the best mate a dragon could ever have~.”

“I do it for you~. Besides, someone should tell those kids they’re going to be alright.”

“Well I need to do this standing~.” Izra rolls over onto her feet. To most, it would’ve been impossible to get back to a standing position with such a large gut, but Izra had much practice, and could do it without a sweat. Her jaws opened, a smile at the edges.

Razar took a step forward and placed his head inside. He relished the warmth around him. His mate took the first swallow.

Izra’s jaws had to spread further than they had today, but that wasn’t a hard feat, she had swallowed bigger and her mate was a regular treat. She slathered him with her tongue, always enjoying his taste no matter after how many times he had taken him on this trip.

After all of him had been swallowed down, her feet were shoved off the ground. She gave a blissful moan and collapsed onto her side with a thud. “I love you~.”

One of her stomach walls were nuzzled.

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Totally not final, and you'll all get a finished version soon! Happy 8/8 everyone!

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