WARNING: contains some graphic content!
It had been a little less than a week since the poor angelic dragon had gotten himself lost in this cold, icy forest. This dragon's name was Sketch, and he would use his tail to draw himself some food if he could, but in this weather, the cold had frozen his tail.
"Nngh!...." His stomach was empty, so empty that it started to cause the poor dragon pain! That was yesterday, he looked around for something, or someone to eat. "who could survive in this?!" Sketch yelled exhaustedly to the sky. He heard a sudden and small eek in response to his yell and turned around to see a small white fox, whimpering in fear.
The small fox backed away from Sketch slowly, shivering with both cold and fear. He backed into a young tree on accident, and yelped as a pile of snow and ice trapped him there. The fox yelled for help.
Sketch walked up to it and hesitantly looked it in the eye. "I'm... really sorry about this...." He plucked the small fox out of the snow with ease, and looked him over, it seemed to be a child. unfortunately Sketch was hungry and needed to eat something soon, so he lifted the fox up and opened his maw.
He kicked and squealed realizing what was going to happen, how could this happen to him?! The name of the fox was scratch, and he did not think that he would end up being some dragon's dinner.
Sketch just tried to ignore the fox's struggles and dropped him into his open maw. "Oh, he's so cold.... well... at least he'll be in a warm place...."
Scratch stopped struggling inside the tight dragon maw for two reasons, one: his breath warmed and relaxed him and two: it was too tight to move. "e-eep....."
Sketch closed his jaws over Scratch slowly, giving him a chance to see some light before he swallowed him. "poor guy...." With that, he tilted his head back and swallowed hard, sending the fox on a tight, soft and warm journey through his throat. Tracing the bulge that the poor fox made in his throat, he blushed softly.
Sliding down slowly to what Scratch was sure would be his end, he tried his best not to enjoy the feeling of the full body massage that the throat around him was giving him. [I can't believe this.... i'm about to die, but i'm enjoying this.... why?] Thought the fox as he finally slid into the soft stomach of the dragon Sketch. once inside, he stood up and stretched his legs [wow, it's roomy in here.... and... w-warm!] He laid back down and huddled up to the warm wall.
Sketch whimpered at the feeling as he walked. "wait, why isn't he scared anymore? d-did he give up? or... is he just happy that he isn't cold anymore?" Sketch thought long and hard, and with a sigh, finally made up his mind. He had to let him go. "geez, I... I can't do this!"
Scratch weakly looked up at the sound of Sketch's voice. [what's he... talking about.....?]
Sketch squeezed his stomach muscles around Scratch and pushed him up and out, he spit the small fox out into his arms and what he saw almost made him cry, the fox was hurt, because of him. It was unconscious but alive, and at least he was only a little burned. The dragon knew it was his job to take care of the fox now, so he laid him on his back and covered him with his tired wings.
Half a day later, Scratch woke up to find himself still alive, and surrounded by soft fur and feathers, he pawed Sketch's back tiredly and realized that the dragon must of let him go, but why was he still keeping him? He took a look at his own fur and gasped, he was burnt and scared just slightly, but it still hurt. [He saved me... from... himself?] He was confused, but alive, and for that the small fox was definitely grateful.
Sketch looked back at the fox and uncovered him, he smiled at Scratch for half a second before wincing from stomach pains. "ow..... so hungry.... b-but at least you're alright...."
The fox looked at Sketch worried that he was okay. [So that's why he ate me.... and let me go, He was hungry but he couldn't stand the thought of killing anything] He looked around quickly and jumped from Sketch's back. [I know! i'll get him some berries, he did save me after all, and kept me safe afterwards]
"w-where are y-you going?.....' Sketch's ears drooped sadly, feeling rejected he kept walking slowly, dragging his aching paws through the snow. He heard a small squeak, and looked around to see Scratch sitting there dragging a leaf with berries on it behind him.
Scratch nudged Sketch in the leg and squeaked. [Please... eat it....]
The dragon smiled and blushed. "Th-thank you....." he would say more but his growling belly forced him to eat the berries. "I hope you can forgive me......"
Scratch shook his head and hopped back onto the dragon's back, as if saying to him "i already did"
Sketch smiled and walked through the forest with renewed vigor. He gasped, a couple yards in front of him was the edge of the forest, and the fox didn't seem to want to be getting off. So, breaking into a small sprint, the dragon left the forest and basked in the sunlight. "I'm really sorry little fox..." He said looking back to scratch.
Scratch shook his head again and jumped off, grabbing Sketch's tail in his small maw gently.
"h-huh? what are you doing with my tail?" Regardless of his suspicions, he let the fox do what he wanted.
The fox dragged Sketch's tail on the ground, and used it to write "My name is Scratch, lets be friends" he let go of the fluffy tail and smiled at Sketch.
Sketch stared at Scratch surprised, then smiled back and nodded. "my name is Sketch, and yes I would like to be your friend, but how can you trust me? I hurt you...."
Scratch walked in front of his friend and beckoned him closer, and when the dragon lowered to his height, he dashed into his slightly open maw.
"So you trust me now? Well.... thank you, and this time, you'll stay safe, I swear." The dragon closed his maw and licked Scratch all over, playing with the fox in his maw, and after a couple minutes of playing, he swallowed the giggling fox. This time though, he sent Scratch to his storage stomach, a thing that all dragons have.
Scratch had laid all his trust on the large dragon, and was relieved when he slid into a large open chamber that had no acids inside, only some saliva that came down with him. He pawed the wall affectionately and snuggled into the squishy stomach, falling asleep almost instantly. Indeed, this would be the first of many nights to come where The small fox would ask the dragon to eat him, to give him a safe, warm and not at all threatening place to sleep.