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I bet you thought that I'd do something with Ryuu on this, didn't you?! You fool! This is clearly the perfect prompt to write about Spyro!
Spyro, Sparx, Nestor, and Gnorcs are owned by Activision, not me.
You wake to find yourself laying among large blades of grass underneath a warm afternoon sun. Sitting up you shake your head clear and rub your eyes, focusing on everything around you. You’re not sure where you are, but you remember there was some sort of bright flash and you landed with a heavy thud that knocked you out.
Before you can do much else a shadow overtakes your form. You look back to see a huge bipedal dragon kneeling down over your form and quickly roll to your back to face the beast. From what you could immediately tell he was mostly green with a pale-yellow underbelly. He’s wearing a dark green vest with a golden clasp embedded with a large, green emerald. Around his waist is a belt nearly overflowing with various tools.
You can only stare up as fear keeps you frozen in place, letting the great beast observe you. “Do not be afraid, little one,” He says suddenly in a soft tone. “You are not the first of your kind to arrive here, though I’m sure you’re still very scared. My name is Nestor. I’m the leader of this world. Tell me, are you hurt at all?”
You take a moment to properly process the dragon’s words but manage to shake your head in response and sit up properly took look at him and ask him where you are.
“You’re in the Artisan dragon homeworld. Throughout our worlds your kind have recently started to appear. We’re not sure why exactly, but we have managed to get a few of you back to your own worlds thanks to the dragons of the Magic Crafters. If you’re unharmed, I will gladly take you to—” He stops midsentence as a series of sudden obnoxious yells echo over a distant hill terrorizing a field of sheep. He sighs and stood up to look around, “One moment please. Spyro! Come over here!” He waves over to a notably smaller, quadrupedal purple dragon who quickly charges over to you two and slides to a stop. Flying close behind is a glowing yellow dragonfly.
“What do you need? I was about to deal with those Gnorcs over there!” Spyro says, lowering himself down as if he were about to pounce on something.
“Don’t worry about them right now, Spyro. I’ll be dealing with them this time. I want you to look after this one here.” Nestor motions down to you. You wave nervously up at the purple dragon who looks down at you and almost seems disappointed.
“Aww, come on, Nestor! I was gonna roast them!” Spyro started, but Nestor shook his head.
“Not this time, Spyro. Make sure this one is safe. I’ll be back soon once I’m done with them.” Before Spyro could get another word in, Nestor turns and takes flight after the invading Gnorcs.
Spyro groans and rolls his eyes before looking down at you, “So you’re one of the people that keeps showing up, right? I heard you were small, but I didn’t think you were this small!” You frown but hold off on saying how much smaller Spyro is compared to the other dragon, “Oh, don’t be like that. Hey, do your kind have any sort of neat magic powers?”
You think about it for a moment and start to answer when suddenly another obnoxious shout from a Gnorc rings out nearby. You and Spyro both look over to see a Gnorc that managed to break away from the rest without Nestor knowing.
“Yes! Looks like I get to roast one after all!” Spyro starts for it, but his exclamation caught the Gnorcs attention and it quickly runs away, “What—Wait! Get back here!” He growls and watches it run off down a corridor to another part of the homeworld. “That guy’s gonna be trouble.” He says and looks back at you, “No offense, but I doubt you’ll be able to hold on.” Suddenly his eyes glimmer with ominous intent, “But maybe you don’t have to hold on!”
Before you could ask what he meant, the purple dragon leaps at you. You had only a moment to process his maw coming down on you before it shuts firmly over your form trapping you in darkness. As you begin to struggle and attempt to squirm your way back, Spyro simply tosses his head back and swallows you without so much as a second thought. You can barely even manage to understand what just happened as the dragon’s paw presses softly on the light bulge you make in his neck on your way down. Within moments you slip into his stomach and hear him belch softly, “Excuse me. Sorry about that. You’ll be fine until I catch that last guy. Hold on in there!”
Without any further warning you’re suddenly launched to the back of Spyro’s stomach as he breaks into a fast charge after the Gnorc. Luckily, you land in the soft folds of the dragon’s belly, but it’s hardly helpful as your tossed around like a hackysack in the dark chamber. The dragon was merciless as he charged down through the corridor and across the open fields of the homeworld sending you flying back and forth to smack against the wet walls of the gut. After several minutes you suddenly hear a loud whoosh of flames and are launched to the front of Spyro’s gut as he comes to a lurching stop.
He pants softly and laughs as the Gnorc disintegrates into a small pearl that the Sparx quickly collects, “And that takes care of that!” Spyro says proudly. He turns in time to see Nestor landing down on the ground with a soft thud behind him, “Oh, Nestor, I just got that last one! Did you see?”
“I did, Spyro. Though I was planning to leave that one alive to send back to Gnasty with a message,” Nestor explains with some annoyance.
“Oh. Sorry,” Spyro says with a guilty laugh.
“But what I don’t see is the small being I told you to look after. You didn’t leave them back there alone, did you?” He asks gravely.
“What? No! I just saw that one running around, so I—” Spyro halts midsentence and looks away bashfully, “I, uh…”
“Spyro, what happened to them?” Nestor asks sternly.
“I sorta… ate them?” Nestor’s face drops. “They’re okay though! I can feel them moving in there still. You’re fine in there, right?” He asks you, though your response came back as muffled gibberish.
“Get them out now, Spyro. You should know better than to pull a stunt like that!”
“R-Right.” Spyro takes a couple nervous steps back. Only barely managing to hear the conversation, you brace yourself as the walls of the dragon’s gut squeeze in on you. With a few hard heaves on Spyro’s part, his stomach pushes you back up into his throat which carries you up and out his mouth again to land face-first onto the warm grass covered in the various slimes and spittle from the dragon’s stomach. “There, see? They’re perfectly fine! Wait! Nestor, what are you doing? Hold on!”
You roll over onto your back again and see Nestor lifting Spyro up by his tail glaring at the squirming dragon. He raises Spyro up over his head and opens his maw wide before lowering the purple dragon down inside. Spyro yells out and does his best to hold himself back, but Nestor is too strong for the smaller dragon and simply pushes him in. The purple dragon falls into the back of Nestor’s throat. With a hard swallow Spyro gets pulled mostly in forming a notable bulge on the outside. At this point you can only see Spyro’s tail sticking out from Nestor’s lips and watch as it whips around helplessly before getting slurped in like a noodle. With another strong swallow you watch Spyro’s form slip down and disappear into Nestor’s chest only to show up moments later as a squirming bulge in his exposed midsection.
Nestor sighs contently and pats his gut before smiling down at you, “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. He just needs to learn a lesson on how to handle responsibility.” He kneels down and offers his large hand to you, “Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll take a balloon to Magic Crafters to try and get you home.”
You stare up at the mighty dragon and glance nervously at his stomach for a moment before nodding and climbing on his hand. He stands up and walks away to find the Balloonist leaving you to simply hope that he was being honest about his help.
Spyro, Sparx, Nestor, and Gnorcs are owned by Activision, not me.
You wake to find yourself laying among large blades of grass underneath a warm afternoon sun. Sitting up you shake your head clear and rub your eyes, focusing on everything around you. You’re not sure where you are, but you remember there was some sort of bright flash and you landed with a heavy thud that knocked you out.
Before you can do much else a shadow overtakes your form. You look back to see a huge bipedal dragon kneeling down over your form and quickly roll to your back to face the beast. From what you could immediately tell he was mostly green with a pale-yellow underbelly. He’s wearing a dark green vest with a golden clasp embedded with a large, green emerald. Around his waist is a belt nearly overflowing with various tools.
You can only stare up as fear keeps you frozen in place, letting the great beast observe you. “Do not be afraid, little one,” He says suddenly in a soft tone. “You are not the first of your kind to arrive here, though I’m sure you’re still very scared. My name is Nestor. I’m the leader of this world. Tell me, are you hurt at all?”
You take a moment to properly process the dragon’s words but manage to shake your head in response and sit up properly took look at him and ask him where you are.
“You’re in the Artisan dragon homeworld. Throughout our worlds your kind have recently started to appear. We’re not sure why exactly, but we have managed to get a few of you back to your own worlds thanks to the dragons of the Magic Crafters. If you’re unharmed, I will gladly take you to—” He stops midsentence as a series of sudden obnoxious yells echo over a distant hill terrorizing a field of sheep. He sighs and stood up to look around, “One moment please. Spyro! Come over here!” He waves over to a notably smaller, quadrupedal purple dragon who quickly charges over to you two and slides to a stop. Flying close behind is a glowing yellow dragonfly.
“What do you need? I was about to deal with those Gnorcs over there!” Spyro says, lowering himself down as if he were about to pounce on something.
“Don’t worry about them right now, Spyro. I’ll be dealing with them this time. I want you to look after this one here.” Nestor motions down to you. You wave nervously up at the purple dragon who looks down at you and almost seems disappointed.
“Aww, come on, Nestor! I was gonna roast them!” Spyro started, but Nestor shook his head.
“Not this time, Spyro. Make sure this one is safe. I’ll be back soon once I’m done with them.” Before Spyro could get another word in, Nestor turns and takes flight after the invading Gnorcs.
Spyro groans and rolls his eyes before looking down at you, “So you’re one of the people that keeps showing up, right? I heard you were small, but I didn’t think you were this small!” You frown but hold off on saying how much smaller Spyro is compared to the other dragon, “Oh, don’t be like that. Hey, do your kind have any sort of neat magic powers?”
You think about it for a moment and start to answer when suddenly another obnoxious shout from a Gnorc rings out nearby. You and Spyro both look over to see a Gnorc that managed to break away from the rest without Nestor knowing.
“Yes! Looks like I get to roast one after all!” Spyro starts for it, but his exclamation caught the Gnorcs attention and it quickly runs away, “What—Wait! Get back here!” He growls and watches it run off down a corridor to another part of the homeworld. “That guy’s gonna be trouble.” He says and looks back at you, “No offense, but I doubt you’ll be able to hold on.” Suddenly his eyes glimmer with ominous intent, “But maybe you don’t have to hold on!”
Before you could ask what he meant, the purple dragon leaps at you. You had only a moment to process his maw coming down on you before it shuts firmly over your form trapping you in darkness. As you begin to struggle and attempt to squirm your way back, Spyro simply tosses his head back and swallows you without so much as a second thought. You can barely even manage to understand what just happened as the dragon’s paw presses softly on the light bulge you make in his neck on your way down. Within moments you slip into his stomach and hear him belch softly, “Excuse me. Sorry about that. You’ll be fine until I catch that last guy. Hold on in there!”
Without any further warning you’re suddenly launched to the back of Spyro’s stomach as he breaks into a fast charge after the Gnorc. Luckily, you land in the soft folds of the dragon’s belly, but it’s hardly helpful as your tossed around like a hackysack in the dark chamber. The dragon was merciless as he charged down through the corridor and across the open fields of the homeworld sending you flying back and forth to smack against the wet walls of the gut. After several minutes you suddenly hear a loud whoosh of flames and are launched to the front of Spyro’s gut as he comes to a lurching stop.
He pants softly and laughs as the Gnorc disintegrates into a small pearl that the Sparx quickly collects, “And that takes care of that!” Spyro says proudly. He turns in time to see Nestor landing down on the ground with a soft thud behind him, “Oh, Nestor, I just got that last one! Did you see?”
“I did, Spyro. Though I was planning to leave that one alive to send back to Gnasty with a message,” Nestor explains with some annoyance.
“Oh. Sorry,” Spyro says with a guilty laugh.
“But what I don’t see is the small being I told you to look after. You didn’t leave them back there alone, did you?” He asks gravely.
“What? No! I just saw that one running around, so I—” Spyro halts midsentence and looks away bashfully, “I, uh…”
“Spyro, what happened to them?” Nestor asks sternly.
“I sorta… ate them?” Nestor’s face drops. “They’re okay though! I can feel them moving in there still. You’re fine in there, right?” He asks you, though your response came back as muffled gibberish.
“Get them out now, Spyro. You should know better than to pull a stunt like that!”
“R-Right.” Spyro takes a couple nervous steps back. Only barely managing to hear the conversation, you brace yourself as the walls of the dragon’s gut squeeze in on you. With a few hard heaves on Spyro’s part, his stomach pushes you back up into his throat which carries you up and out his mouth again to land face-first onto the warm grass covered in the various slimes and spittle from the dragon’s stomach. “There, see? They’re perfectly fine! Wait! Nestor, what are you doing? Hold on!”
You roll over onto your back again and see Nestor lifting Spyro up by his tail glaring at the squirming dragon. He raises Spyro up over his head and opens his maw wide before lowering the purple dragon down inside. Spyro yells out and does his best to hold himself back, but Nestor is too strong for the smaller dragon and simply pushes him in. The purple dragon falls into the back of Nestor’s throat. With a hard swallow Spyro gets pulled mostly in forming a notable bulge on the outside. At this point you can only see Spyro’s tail sticking out from Nestor’s lips and watch as it whips around helplessly before getting slurped in like a noodle. With another strong swallow you watch Spyro’s form slip down and disappear into Nestor’s chest only to show up moments later as a squirming bulge in his exposed midsection.
Nestor sighs contently and pats his gut before smiling down at you, “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. He just needs to learn a lesson on how to handle responsibility.” He kneels down and offers his large hand to you, “Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll take a balloon to Magic Crafters to try and get you home.”
You stare up at the mighty dragon and glance nervously at his stomach for a moment before nodding and climbing on his hand. He stands up and walks away to find the Balloonist leaving you to simply hope that he was being honest about his help.
Category Story / Vore
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
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