Still not a request, but have a fic my brain told me to write! I promise I will do your requests, it's just that my mind is occupied by this freaking game😭! I hope you all enjoy this fic.
Warning: mentions of accidental hard vore ( memories), scared prey, unwilling prey, willing pred, cold pred, angst, fear of storms, hints of ptsd(?), thoughts of digestion (non happen), slightly out of character pred at the end, fearplay, panicked prey, oc x canon.
The sun greeted the home of Longan with gentle rays. The temperatures outside were ideal for the three young dragons to play outside and absorb some of the heat into their dough to help strengthen their soft scales. Granted, she could not see anything could go wrong on a lovely day like this provided to her family.
“ No, no, my sweet Fire. You are not able to eat that.”
She gently grasped the small dragon's hand with hers, using the free one to carefully take the seashell her daughter had tried to chew with the blunt teeth that would soon grow sharp the older she got. The canines were already sharp but were still dull in dragon standards. The sad little eyes her daughter gave her when the shell had been placed out of reach made her feel guilty of the action she had done, but knew that Firethorn was still far too young to chew on shells in order to make her teeth stronger. Her teeth were still far too small to actually chew solid foods or objects.
“ Don't worry, sweet Fire. You will be able to chew them when you are older.”
“ I'll make something for you to eat in a little bit, my dear child. I promise.”
She nuzzled her forehead with her own, allowing soft purrs to escape her throat. She gasped when a small body jumped on her from behind, her wings flared out in alarm but she quickly chuckled when she saw a small bit of blue out of the corner of her eye. She knew who it was, and was more than happy to play along on being caught by the big bad dragon.
“ Oh no. I have been caught by the big dragon! Whatever shall I do?”
Giggles from Firethorn and Sugar Crystal, the one that jumped on her back, brought a smile to her lips. Her loving daughter and sons brought her so much joy. Mentioning having two sons, she looked around to try and locate the youngest of the three.
“ Silk, dear, come. We are going inside for dinner!”
She called, slowly sitting up and allowing Sugar Crystal to climb to be able to comfortably sit on her shoulders, Firethorn grasping her dress with curiosity dancing behind her beautiful red eyes. But when no reply came, Mangrove grew worried. She took a step forward, a worried whine escaping her throat which caused her two kids to grow uneasy.
She called again, worry slowly grew as she received no response again. Anxious and worried for the safety of her youngest, she carefully lifted Sugar Crystal off from her shoulders and onto the sand below, crouching and placing her hands on each of their shoulders.
“ Go home and get cleaned up. I am going to look for your brother.”
She stood back up, stepping back as she slowly transformed into her true form, wings yellow below but brown at the top. Her mane, made of water, worriedly danced as she began to take to the air. The two young watched as she ascended into the air, looking at one another before turning around, looking at the castle that floated over the deep sea.
The blue dragon opened his magnificent crystal wings and grabbed his sister under her arms, taking off and heading towards the floating kingdom of white and gold, babbling happily with his sister.
A storm brewed in the distance when Mangrove returned a few minutes later, Silk in her arms and babbling in his baby dragon language. The warmth inside the castle felt much better than the outside where temperatures dropped drastically.
It hadn't even been a second when she saw the other two rushing towards her, jumping up to see their younger sibling who seemed eager to greet them back as well. She smiled warmly, but a familiar crack of thunder reminded her of the night Longan had devoured their young, causing her smile to fade into a grimace at the loud sound.
“ Mama is okay, little one.”
She hummed nuzzling Silk one last time before putting him on the ground to greet his siblings. As soon as his little feet touched the ground, Firethorn grabbed him and carried him to their shared room. Now she had to focus on making specialized jelly for her young as they haven't developed a proper system to consume solids just yet.
A flash of lightning caused her to yelp, covering her ears with her hands and wings folded over her head slightly to offer extra protection against the cause of the sudden flash of light.
Memories of that night flooded her mind, her jam clenched in panic as the memories progressed, allowing her to witness the events again despite her knowing that it was now completely normal for dragons to devour their young during times needed for comfort. But her senses, her logical thoughts, screamed otherwise. Her body shook from the torment of the vile memories that attacked her, tried to break her down until her mind was nothing but mush.
But she couldn't allow that. She had to prepare dinner for her family, and make her secret herbal tea Longan seemed to like. Humming to distract herself from the storm brewing outside, she got to work on preparing the meals for her young first. Each ingredient she got out she placed on the pristine table as she got the rest of the needed resources to help assemble the batter.
She flinched every now and there when a particularly loud clap of lightning echoed in the sky outside, but she was able to push through. She also made note on what to get for when she went out to forage again. It didn't take long for the batter to be made for the jelly, and she left it to set. She felt tired, and was in need of a nap after a soak in the hot springs in the castle.
As if to prove her point, a yawn escaped her.
“ I am in need of a nap indeed.”
She spoke to herself, already making her way out of the bakery room and toward the room that had the hot springs,opening the door and closing it behind her.
After soaking in the water and giving dinner to everyone, she headed off to go rest in the room she shared with her mate. The nest in the middle of the room offered her a place to rest for the rest of the hours.
She had curled up inside the nest, relaxing a bit despite the storm raging. Her kids, now old enough to not fear storms anymore, had their own room. But there were times when they would sneak in and cuddle up to either her or Longan, which he didn't seem to mind as long as they weren't nagging and such. He meant well, she knew.
She eased into sleep from the gentle pitter patter of rain, the worst of the storm seemingly gone just as quickly as it came.
The night had been quiet, but not when she woke up. The sound of thunder roaring once more, a lot more ferocious than a few hours ago, allowed the memories to creep up again. And it didn't help that she felt like her core temperature was concerningly low. It felt like someone froze her dough from the inside.
Sitting up, wings brought close to her body to keep her warm as best she could, tail coiled around her as an extra measurement to both comfort and protect her.
She shivered, the memories flooding mercilessly of that night. A whimper left her throat, eyes shut to try and ward the memories away, but it seemed that it was what made them stronger. She felt just as helpless when Longan devoured their young, if not even more helpless. The onslaught of every second of those memory fragments only made the moment worse. The rain, once gently dropping onto the exterior of the castle, is now harsh.
The wind that had never been there when she went to rest now blew with a fury she thought to be impossible.
Her arms offered little comfort when she hugged herself, the flashes of light from outside illuminated the room, and was visible despite her eyes being closed. The loud roars of thunder were what set her off into a panicking frenzy.
She opened her eyes when a door opened, the sound distracting her from the storm for only a moment.
“ Weakness shouldn't be shown.”
She turned her focus on him, but instantly regretted it as all she could see was him devouring Firethorn, the jam his teeth had drawn from the delicate dough…
Had she always felt this scared because of memories? Was the room always this cold? Why was she feeling sudden fear? WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER?!
“ You are not breathing, so breath.”
She gasped, her body still shivering from the memories and vision she just saw upon looking at Longan. A loud crack of thunder made her yelp, jumping towards Longan, unable to think of her actions at the time and just whimpered, his hand had jerked off of her shoulder the moment she jumped onto him and clung to his robes. He smelled like vanilla and peaches mixed with herbal tea.
“ You have never acted like this. A dragon should never show weakness like this, private or not.”
He hadn't removed her from clinging onto his robes, but she felt arms wrap around her. The warmth they radiate soothed her slightly. She nuzzled into him, daring to allow a purr to escape her, but whimpered as soon as lightning roared again. Those memories…
“ Too kind and easy to scare. Why act like a mere hatchling when you had heard these storms before?”
She said nothing, only clinging onto his robes more desperately for the first time during their relationship. No words were needed when their jams linked again during her most emotional, finally answering his question as to why she was suddenly acting the way she did.
“ Such an event made you cower?”
She nodded, not daring to open her eyes or lifting her head to look at him. But she felt his hold on her change, and she felt herself being pulled away from the robes that offered her comfort by just his hand.
She opened her eyes, and noticed that he was holding her off of the floor and facing him. The vision returned, and she whimpered. The memories were far too realistic now…
“ The instincts have returned and it is towards you, my dear.”
Her eyes widened and she began to act like a wild animal trying to escape the grasp of their captor. She screeched and struggled, managing to escape from his grasp and scrambled away from him into a corner. Trapped-
“ You witnessed your young devoured and seen unharmed the next day. Yet, you are acting like those weak parasites called cookies.”
But he ignored her as he approached, slowly closing the distance. Her wings stiffened and she couldn't help but shiver from the blanket of fear that envelopes her body in its grip. Her fear was potent, Longan could feel it in their bond, she knew that. Was it all just a game to him to scare her more?
She choked on her own words as sobs wrecked her body, Longan kneeling in front of her with his gaze being as cold as ever. The hand that reached out to her had caused her to close her eyes and await the merciless action he had done to her young. But it never came.
“ I won't harm you, my dear. I merely wish to comfort you the dragon way.”
Soft words in a tone he never used before…
She kept sobbing, but was brave enough to open her eyes and look at him. The hand that had previously reached out to grab her now held out for her to grab.
“ I shall take my time with you, to allow the locked up instincts to surface a bit until your body knows that mine would not do you harm.”
She didn't want to be put through the same thing as her young. She didn't take his hand, only curling up tighter. Longan's patience was running low, but she hadn't made a move to notify him that she denied it.
Virus Dove mentioned Mangrove needing to be exposed to whatever had troubled her. Was this the only way?
Longan answered for her as he slid a hand under her tail and legs, the other supporting her back as he lifted her off of the ground while still kneeling.
“ I only wish to comfort my mate, my treasure and all I adore in the way only us dragons know.”
“ This will be over soon, my dear.”
He moved his hand, supporting her legs, to grab the tip of her tail and slipped it inside his jaws, the feeling of slightly dampened dough immediately sent her body into overdrive but his hand came back to support her legs. Even if she struggled, he had such a firm grip on her that it was almost impossible to move.
She whimpered, wings the only limbs she could move to show both her fear and desire to struggle free from this. He only brought her tail in further, eventually swallowing it. She did manage to struggle, momentarily causing him to choke on her tail, but he was quick to recover and glare at her. She never saw him glare…
Her struggle had caused him to swallow her tail right up until her feet. And when it came to swallowing her feet, she just witnessed how sharp his teeth were when he opened his maw wide, how her tail had been slipping further inside his dough where it was starting to get warm. Not unpleasantly warm, however.
Another roar of thunder, and she couldn't prevent the shivering of her body from activating, whimpers and sharp whines leaving her. The situation she was in and the storm outside was not helping her from feeling overwhelmed with negative thoughts and emotions. Until she heard a chuff, how air had slipped past her tail and ankles that were trapped within his dough. Was… was he attempting to comfort her? With his purring? Was it purring?
Her mind, some part of her that had been dormant for years, only focused on the strange purr. It was in that moment that Longan took the chance to swallow up to her knees, sharp teeth clamping carefully against her dough and she felt the tip of her tail start to enter a much more spacious chamber.
But she shrieked at the sudden sound of lightning, her wings flared open to their fullest extent. But the chuffs she heard from Longan eased her body as soon as she heard it. She unconsciously folded her wings tightly against her sides, her body still shivering from the fear but her sobs had halted. The tears she shed still fell, but no terrified sobs or whimpers left her throat. His chuffs worked at keeping the dormant side occupied as he worked on getting her down. The hand that had supported her legs now moved to hold her hands while the other worked on trying to keep her wings folded.
Though, the moment of easily getting her down did not last.
The rain that poured outside now poured harder, the winds howling with fury that it began to sound like a roar to her, lightning striking faster with each second that passed. Her anxiety, fear and memories appeared again, and that caused her to become a squirming mess. Longan choked a bit, instinctively swallowing which had caused her to struggle further. Thankfully her wings and arms were held by his larger hands, thus making it not much more of a hassle than it should be. Another chuff, but it sounded more like he choked than do such a simple purr as she struggled.
Her whimpers made him feel something, but he had no idea what it was.
“ Longan- no- don't! I don't-!”
Her words were mangled, a pile of incomprehensible words that glued together like one. No matter, he took a deep breath and swallowed again, having managed to have gotten her knees while she struggled. She could feel more of her start to slip inside the warm dough, the place where she would be trapped in until he decided her fate.
Her pleas were met with a chuff, a swallow following suit which brought her thighs inside his maw, taking a moment to breathe before continuing to swallow up to her waist. The tips of her wings slowly guided inside his maw by the hand that had held her hands. She had tried to use this moment to push them into his face, to pull herself out but it was useless as he quickly grabbed the limbs again and held the over her head, swallowing the lower bits of her wings and waist down. He didn't particularly seem very pleased by her actions, but could say nothing about it in the literal sense as she was in his maw.
“ Longan- no-.... I don't- it's not- You- I-”
Jumbled words left her mouth again just as he had managed to get half of her body inside his dough, his hand supporting her back moved to support her head, her feet already entering the small pocket that began to stretch the more of her body entered. But the whimpers and struggles to escape returned, just not as much as when he got her ankles and tail down his gullet.
He ignored her begging, but chuffed in reply before swallowing again. It was a hard swallow, and two softer gulps followed soon after, bringing more of her wings and softer body inside. It was just her chest and head left, then she would be fully sealed away in his dough.
A clawed finger, his thumb, rubbed soothing circles on her cheek, a chuff and two more leaving him before making his way to her neck, so soft and easy to slice with his teeth, but he didn't. Her wings were fully inside his gullet, her legs slowly slipping inside the space within his dough that seemed to stretch again to accommodate her.
A sob escaped her, his eyes watching her and the glare fading to return to his neutral expression. A last chuff escaped him, removing his hand away from her head before he opened his jaws slightly wider, gulping until her head was fully inside.
The interior of his dough was a dark grey with specks of white and yellow, acting almost like a starry night. The teeth, she now saw, were incredibly sharp, her lower body now slipping inside the space. A chuff, the sound all around her and loud, echoed around her, caused her to whimper, the sobs never subsided. Not even after he had gulped again which caused her head to enter his throat fully, the bottom tip of her wings and waist entering the pocket hidden behind crispy dough.
Instinct kicked in and she struggled, causing Longan to choke for a third time, her fate sealed faster as he swallowed her arms until her hands were all that were left outside his maw. She felt his large hand holding hers give a comforting squeeze before doing the final gulp, her body slowly entering the pleasantly warm space slowly, the dough kneading under her to accommodate her fully.
“ Your struggles have made it a lot more difficult than necessary, my dear.”
She heard his voice- now muffled but also not- all around her as she fully entered the space, the dough the same colour as his mouth but with glowing specks of yellow. She kept sobbing, wings pulled close to her, body shaking and trying to avoid the very dough she was trapped inside of. She didn't speak, not that she could with her sobs and whimpers.
She choked on her own words, not daring to reach out and push at the dough around her. Despite the warmth that had been pleasant on her weary body, she could not find herself to calm down.
“ Please, Longan- let me out…”
“ I cannot comply with your request.”
A wall caved in, and she flinched, shrieking which had caused the dough around her to tense up, as if her sudden shriek had been unexpected. It probably was before they, the wall of dough, slackened again.
“ Your terrified state caused this, my dear. It was bound to happen, it was just a matter of time for this to play out.”
The wall caved in again, her whimpering and sobs increased. Was that his hand pressing inward? Was she visible from the outside? Did she even make a small swell that was noticeable? Was he enjoying this?! Was he going to harm her?
Logic left her, replaced by scrambled thoughts.
“ Please let me go! I don't want to be here!”
Her sentence was incoherent but it was not impossible to distinguish what she had said. Her sobs kept echoing inside the space, Longan had gone quiet which she began to fear more than when he answered.
“ Ease your mind, listen closely and tell me what you hear.”
She cried out, closing her eyes and held herself like a hug, except that she was only hugging herself for comfort.
“ Be not afraid, my treasure.”
She couldn't calm her mind, and the sudden movement from the space caused her to yelp. Was he walking to where the both would rest? The sound of a door closing answered her question before she felt him move from inside, curling up tighter as the dough touched her.
“ My dough shall only be used as a shield and your comfort, nothing more than that.”
She listened to his words, mind calm enough to not have thoughts all over the place but still have her doubts. Her sobs eased up, so did her shaking from her body. Calm enough to think and listen, she heard the muffled noises of the storm. It was not as loud as it was when she was not within Longan's body…
And the temperature inside the pocket she was within was pleasant, causing her dough to relax and slump against a wall of dough which seemed to be the very wall Longan's hand had pressed inwards to feel for her.
He whispered, chuffing again for extra effect to comfort her- the dough jerking around her as he did so- and allow her body to further relax, to ease whatever tension was still in her dough. Her wings loosely laid against her sides, arms held loosely close to her chest for not comfort but a weight to ease her worries.
Exhaustion finally crept up her spine, her body begging for her to rest, telling her that she would be able to sleep in a place that muffled the sound of the raging storm outside, despite where she was. A soft hum escaped her, tears dried up but face was still wet from the previous waterfalls that streaked down her cheeks.
She was still scared deep down, but her body was too tired to focus on being scared. She was drained, and needed rest.
“ Rest well, my dear. Your body needs it after this ordeal.”
Her eyes felt heavy, tail instinctively moving into her lap as she felt more tired, the tip held close to her chest by her hands like a kid holding a plush toy close for comfort or company. Her reason was for comfort.
Her eyes slowly closed, opening as she fought off the need to sleep but lost the battle, giving in to her exhaustion fully at long last as her breathing evened out.
His hand never left his middle where his mate had been tucked into. The robes he wore hid any evidence of her being there, resting peacefully now.
Another hand came up to rub at his throat that had been bruised by her struggles, already raw from stretching to ease her down. At least she, during her struggles and fears, had shrunk a bit in each attempt to get free. He didn't appreciate it when she tried to pull herself out of his throat while he used his hand, the one that held her hands, to ease the tips of her wings into his jaws to ensure they would not be cut or injured. He had expected her to act like this as she had been “raised” by the Guardians, the pesky cookies that were inferior compared to dragons.
“ It seems when a storm arrives, I will have to do this again, my treasure.”
He hummed, looking down where his hand was, thumb rubbing where he felt her head in soothing circles..
Fragile, that's how he described her emotions. Her trust had been a bit severed due to his actions months prior on a night such as this with their young, but she still stayed. Her bond to him was stronger than her trust in him, which many thought were the same thing. In the eyes of dragons, it was not.
Trust was trust, the moment you feel safe and comfortable around someone to the point you would let them be the first to know of something that had happened.
A bond, however, was something else entirely.
A bond in dragon culture was when two dragons allow their jams to synchronize, when the mates can feel the emotions the other feels no matter where they were or how far the distance between them were.
He was reminded of the precious life within his dough when Mangrove twitched. The weight within his dough felt, dare he admit it, pleasant in a way that made him feel something other than the cold grip around his jam.
Emotions? He couldn't show emotion, not after he had built his reputation!
“ You have done something to me, my dear. I always feel something when around you, yet I cannot show or express them. They are a weakness.”
He knew that she was his weakness, the bond between them proved that. And he knew that she could not hear him, but he thought it best to not let her hear him speak to himself. It would only cause her to see how much he treasured her, even though she probably knew it from the start since their bond.
He hummed again as he made his way towards the nest of blankets, carefully laying down on his side once he slipped into the nest, his chin resting at the top of the barrier- like a cat- as he looked out the window to witness the storm start to fade away slowly. He was used to it, and had been since he came into this world. Both hands rested where he felt Mangrove, as if offering a loose hug to her or his attempt at cuddling her while she rested inside his dough. No one would know the reason, only he would.
“ I shall greet you at first light, my dear and take care of breakfast.”
He hummed, eyes closing to drift off into a peaceful slumber. As peaceful as it could get with how he had never gotten images during his rest. For now, at this very moment, he'll allow his mind to focus on the warm weight inside his dough and the thought of Mangrove being protected by his dough.
