A short RP session between me and Chip.

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/slippychippy/


Amber sleeps dormant atop a great mountain of treasure deep within the darkness of a mountain cave. The great dragon appears slender and sinuous, with a sleek, long pointed snout, a long neck and curved spines which swoop in an ark from the back of her skull, jutting slightly to either side. Her golden wings are studded by a small claw on each corner, appearing almost to shimmer in the darkness. Lying asleep, her arms and legs are folded beneath her, long curving talons just visible as fingers between mounds of bullion and treasure.
Chip creeps into the cave, peering out from behind a rock just to make sure she's asleep. The days of searching have finally paid off- he found the dragon! And now to take his reward...
He sneaks forward, step by step, his eyes locked on a particularly shiny medallion, and ever so slowly picks it up...
Something disturbs the dragon’s slumber. A glimmering golden eye slips silently open. Amber slowly raises her head, blinking as she peers into the darkness. The cave is silent, and she can’t see anything…yet the sound of tiny footsteps had only moments before been audible. She waits to see if she can hear anything more, breath whooshing softly through sharp teeth as she sighs, thinking of returning to sleep.
Chip freezes, staring up at her as she moves and hoping to god she can't see him. hopefully she'll fall back asleep, he thinks.
There it is again. Amber’s eyes snap open, and she lets out an angry roar, unleashing a plume of fire into the darkness to light up her surroundings. A few torches and burning embers leave a dim glow in the air. Beneath her she spots a feathered fellow…a hawk by the look of it. She smiles wickedly, showing an array of glistening white teeth as her long maw cracks open.
“So…another one come to steal from me, huh?” she asked the frightened figure, spreading her wings wide.
Chip gasps a little as she wakes up, before turning and making for the exit, unable to fly with the heavy treasure in his wings.
Amber bocks the entrance with a flick of her long tail, before pinning the hawk to the ground. There is a loud clinking rattle as he drops some of his haul to the ground.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” she asks menacingly, licking her chops and showing her teeth.
"aCK-!" Chip yells as he's pushed to the ground, squirming and struggling as much as he can
"please! I'm sorry! please let me go!"
Amber chortles softly, the sound seeming to come deep from within her long gullet. A puff of steam blows from her nostrils.
“Why should I, thief? You came here of your own volition. Besides…seeing a little fella like you up close always makes me rather…hungry.”
"I- cause- it's mean?" chip smiles up at her hopefully, still squirming and grunting

“Dragons care not for such small matters” Amber says contemptuously.
“Besides…” she continues, lowering her slender neck to the ground to bring her narrow maw closer to her food.
“You look so tasty.”
The closer she looms the more Chip squirms, craning his neck away from that maw, threatening to consume him.
"I'll- I'll owe you a favor? scratch your back? I'm not that much meat anyways..."
“You’ll do just fine to slide down my gullet, little morsel. What else would I need of a thief?”
"I- I don't know, just-!" *he grunts, pushing himself backwards in an attempt to free himself from the dragon's grasp.
Amber’s lean stomach gurgles.
“I’m beginning to get hungry, little one” she says, drooling now as she eyes her prey with decidedly predatory intent.
“You’ll have to think of something quickly…or I might not wait.”
her belly grumbles again, perhaps insatiable.
“Of course…you could massage my neck. A century asleep does make one rather stiff upon awakening.”
Chip pants, still squirming "yeah, yeah I can do that! anything!!"
“Good” she murmurs contentedly, pressing Chip with a rough lick from her long tongue.
“…Of course…I’m probably still going to eat you” she whispers softly in his ear, warm breath washing over his feathers.
"ACK" chip shivers as she licks him and tries to shake off some of the saliva
"just...just give me a chance, please!"
“mmmh” Amber enthuses, closing her eyes as she slurps him again, her long greyish-pink tongue pressing wetly into warm feathers, slime slicking them down in the process as she drools headily. She smiles menacingly, drooling jaws gaping to show long rows of sharp, studded teeth encircling her long tongue as it folds back into her mouth before disappearing with a curve into the slimy depths of her dark throat.
Chip coughs as her breath hits him, warm and smelling strongly of meat and looks away from that gaping cave before him.
After a moment, the greedily drooling dragon finally stops her licks, lifting her talons from the drool-soaked hawk.
“Alright bird…show me you’re worth not eating and I might let you go.”
Chip gets up slowly, grimacing at his matted down feathers, approaches her throat, and begins to rub it.
“Hmm” Amber rumbles, moaning in pleasure as her muscles are stretched and worked.
“Yes…higher” she urges, lowering her head to Chip’s level to let him massage the crook of her neck.
Chip obliges, hoping that if he can get her to relax she may let him go, listening to her breath wooshing through her throat.
The sensation of having her throat rubbed piques Amber’s imagination. She knows it feels good, yet can’t help thinking how much better it would be to have the bird sliding down the inside of that throat, rather than simply holding the outside.
She drools at the thought, belly aching ravenously.
“That’s good morsel, but I haven’t eaten in a hundred years. What else have you got?”
"uhm, ah...rub your back? feet massage? get you a drink?" his breathing picks up again.
Amber licks her chops, churning stomach once again audible.
“I’d rather have you. I can’t think of anything I’d wish more from you, thief, than to fill my belly.”
"But there's barely any meat on me, am I really worth the effort?" Chip asks hopefully.
“Heh” the dragon chuckles.
“I could swallow you in a single gulp!” she says.
“It’d be effortless!”
Chip starts breathing hard and shaking a little, knowing full well that she's right...but he doesn't want to argue, or else risk getting chewed up.
“Of course,” she continues, bringing her head back down and opening her mouth again,
“That’s too quick. I prefer to savor my food.”
She leans her tongue into him again, soaking him with slobbering drips of warm drool in the process, mushing his feathers with slime slickly against his body over and over again with each teasing slurp.
“Mmmh…you taste absolutely delicious” she observes softly, eyes glazed over with pleasure as her tongue slips between her teeth.
"Ewww, hey gross!" Chip falls over and scoots backwards, gagging at the breath and the drool.
Amber pins Chip under her talons again, running her tongue between his legs and along his belly, slurping softly with a soft squish of slick flesh pressing against drool-soaked feathers. She opens her mouth wide, revealing the dark folds of her gaping gullet behind glistening jaws as she comes for him, toothy jaws descending over the hawk’s head.
Chip wiggles his legs, trying to jerk his head out of the dark cavern of her maw, while avoiding those razor-sharp teeth.
Amber pushes herself onto Chip, tongue snaking beneath his belly as she closes her mouth and raises her jaws skyward. From the outside, only the hawk’s feet and a few feathers are visible from the outside of her snout. She gets these in too with two snaps of her jaws, engulfing him entirely. The stretchy flesh at the base of her mouth pushes out slightly from the live prey pressed inside. She tastes the hawk greedily, rolling him inside her mouth and enjoying him thoroughly, reveling in his flavor. It’s a sensation she doesn’t want to end.
Chip starts really panicking now, pushing back at her tongue as it shifts him around, wiggling his legs like mad and trying to get out. Her hot breath rolls over him, her saliva coats him, soaking his feathers and bringing his flavors to her tongue.
Amber humms contentedly at the sensation of living meat on her tongue. She raises her head, savoring every last moment with her food. She can feel him wriggle and struggle about inside the toothy cage of her maw, it is of no consequence now, he is hers to do with as she pleases.
Chip can feel himself sliding towards the back of her tongue as she raises her head, sliding towards that cavernous throat before him. He really starts scrambling now grabbing and holding onto anything he can, desperately trying to push himself back.
The sensation of the bird in her mouth becomes too much to bear now, and Amber soon finds herself giving in to that instinctual craving to feed.
The dragon tosses her head back and swallows with one fluid motion, blissfully closing her eyes as she instinctively opens her throat, pushes her prey into the back of her mouth with her tongue and swallows! The gulp is audible as a throaty squelch of convulsing muscles. Her neck bulges slightly as a slight lump is pressed down inside. She swallows Chip effortlessly, whole and alive enjoying the sensation of his slime slicked body squeezed tightly down her long neck.
"No- HEY-!" Chip shouts and squirms as that tongue squishes him into her throat, the smooth tight tube squeezing him down, down, deeper inside her, so tightly he can barely breathe.
Amber smacks her lips, swallowing lazily once more to push her prey the rest of the way into her belly. After a moment she feels him slip into the space, almost imperceptibly pushing out her midsection as her gut stretches to take him in entirely.
Chip is quickly deposited unceremoniously into her stomach, now soaked not only with saliva but also the digestive juices awaiting him. As the esophagus relinquishes its grip on him, he gasps a breath of air, only to cough as the stale rancid air hits his lungs. The stomach, though much bigger than him, is squished down around him, and no matter how much he pushes against those muscular walls they refuse to weaken their grip.
The dragon’s stomach gurgles softly, slowly massaging its occupant deeper into the slimy darkness within.
“Hmmm...delicious”
Amber yawns contentedly, belching up some of the air she’d swallowed along with the hawk. A few feathers snuff their way out of her snout as she does so. Her meal feels good in her belly, filling away that gnawing hunger that had gripped her upon being awoken.
Meanwhile, Chip is panicking deep inside her, pushing around in the small space in vain, even though he knows there's no way out. Around him he can feel her body at work, her heart pumping, lungs whooshing, and of course the gurgling of her digestive system around him, churning and soaking him, preparing to process him away.
Amber rolls on to her belly sloshing it in the process and yawning again as she idly contemplates going back to sleep. She’d have plenty of time to digest her meal either way. Some of the embers from her fire have begun to die out. She lets them, instead listening to the gurgling and groaning of her belly in the quiet darkness.
Chip is thrown around, flipped as she rolls over. He rights himself, sputtering, still trying to fight but quickly losing energy. It's hot, wet, dark, and he's quickly running out of oxygen. The dragon doesn't seem to care and judging by her heartbeat she's already falling back asleep again. Finally, he lays back into the churning stomach walls, accepting his new place as dragon food, listening to the sounds of her body working around him, as he slowly loses consciousness.

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