Tbw:blood and gore
I woke up to the warm rays of the sun peeking through the windows of our nest. I stretched my wings, feeling the familiar creak of my scales as I arched my back. Thyriatrix was still sleeping beside me, her gentle breathing a soothing sound.
I carefully got up, trying not to disturb her or Tharros, who was still snuggled up against me. I smiled, remembering the quiet moment we shared last night. My little family was growing up, and I couldn't be prouder.
I walked over to the window, gazing out at the breathtaking view of our territory. The sun was rising over the mountains, casting a golden glow over the landscape. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air fill my lungs.
Today was going to be a great day. I could feel it.
I stepped out of our nest, stretching my wings and shaking out my scales. The morning air was crisp and refreshing, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. I breathed in deeply, feeling invigorated.
I made my way to the nearby clearing, where our family's food stash was kept. I spotted a few freshly caught fish lying on a nearby rock, courtesy of Thyriatrix's early morning hunt. My stomach growled in anticipation as I settled in to enjoy my breakfast.
As I devoured the fish, my stomach growled,'it seems I need to eat more.' I thought to myself.
I chuckled inwardly, realizing that even after finishing a large fish, my appetite was still not satisfied. As a dragon, I had a hearty metabolism, and it took a lot of food to keep me energized. I made a mental note to go on another hunt soon, perhaps with Thyriatrix by my side.
I shook my head and spread my wing, and flew to find more prayed animals.
I found a behemoth cub that is 69% smaller than me
I gazed at the behemoth cub, my eyes fixed on its massive size, even though it was significantly smaller than me. I crouched low, ready to pounce, my claws extended and my wings spread wide, preparing for the hunt.
I sprang into action, my powerful legs propelling me forward as I chased after the behemoth cub.
And I use my claws to pin it down, and it causes it to be knocked out.
The behemoth cub let out a pained grunt as my claws dug deep into its flesh, and then it went limp, unconscious from the sudden shock. I stood over it, my chest heaving with exertion, and surveyed my prize.
I thought to myself,'It been a while since I shrinking and swallowing it alive, and since it only shrinks for less 30 seconds, I have to be fast'
I focused my energy and concentrated on the ancient magic that flowed through my veins.
The air around me began to shimmer and distort, and I felt my body begin to shrink, my scales glistening with a faint, magical glow.
I knew I had to act quickly - the window of opportunity was short, and the behemoth cub would soon return to its normal size.
Note:Use this amount of gaps and use less response
I focused my energy and concentrated on the ancient magic that flowed through my veins. The air around me began to shimmer and distort, and a warm, golden light enveloped the behemoth cub.
The cub's massive body began to shrink, its size dwindling rapidly as the magic took hold. I swiftly opened my jaws, ready to strike.
I engulfed the now miniature behemoth cub, swallowing it whole before the magic wore off and it returned to its normal size.
As the cub slid down my throat, I could feel its tiny struggles and kicks, but they were no match for my powerful digestive juices.
I sealed my jaws shut, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief wash over me. The hunt had been successful, and my hunger was finally sated.
The warmth of the sun on my scales felt comforting as I lay down, my belly full and content.
My eyelids grew heavy, and I let out a gentle sigh, feeling my body relax and unwind. The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze created a soothing melody that lulled me into a peaceful slumber.
As I drifted off, I couldn't help but think of my family, waiting for me back in our nest. They would be pleased with the successful hunt, and we would feast together soon.
Since the behemoth cub only got knocked out, it was only a matter of time before it woke up and moved around trying to burst out.
My peaceful slumber was short-lived, as I was suddenly jolted awake by the sensation of intense struggle within my belly. The behemoth cub, now fully awake and enraged, was thrashing about and clawing at my digestive tract with all its might.
The cub's powerful movements sent shockwaves through my body, causing me to writhe and contort in agony. I could feel its tiny claws tearing at my insides, desperate to escape the confines of my stomach.
As I lay there, I heard a voice. "You know it been a while, and I see you swallow a behemoth, and it moving around!"
I grinned mischievously at Kealith, but then my expression changed as I let out a sudden gasp. "Ah, perfect timing!" I exclaimed, before opening my mouth wide and swallowing the struggling behemoth cub that was trying to burst out of him.
I felt the cub's struggles within me, and my eyes gleamed with excitement. "This is going to be fun!" I chuckled, before letting out a mighty roar and taking to the skies.
I look at hungry. "So long time no see!" I smiled, and he shook his head
"Hungry" - my nickname for Kealith - looked at me with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Aetherius, what have you done now?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling. I just chuckled and clapped him on the back, nearly sending him stumbling forward.
I smiled innocently, "Well, I just swallowed a behemoth cub, and it is now moving around, and it slowly gets hurt!"
Hungry's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a low whistle. "You're insane, Aetherius," he said, shaking his head. "What possessed you to swallow a behemoth cub?" I shrug and grunted in pain, feeling it trying to burst out.
Hungry's expression turned from amusement to concern as he watched me double over in pain. "Aetherius, you idiot," he muttered, shaking his head. "You're going to get yourself killed one of these days."
Hungry sighed. "Do you want me to get it out? it can help you a little bit!"
I look at Hungry and questions, "How are you going to do it? Are you going to teleport out?"
Hungry shook his head "no I mean, cut you open!" I look at him in horror
My eyes widened in shock as I stared at Hungry, his words sinking in like a cold dread. "You can't be serious!" I exclaimed, taking a step back from him. The thought of being cut open was unbearable, and I couldn't believe Hungry would even suggest such a thing.
I try to get up, but the pain of the behemoth cub kicking and squirming and pushing it claws try to burst out hurt like hell is difficult.
I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the agony as the behemoth cub's movements felt like a thousand knives stabbing into my insides.
I stumbled and fell back to the ground, my vision blurring from the intense pain. Hungry's voice was distant, but I could sense his concern as he said, "Aetherius, hold on... I don't know how much longer you can keep it in."
Hungry sighed "look I should bring you to my cave to do the procedure safe!" I was scared for my life at this point
My eyes widened in fear as I stared at Hungry, his words sending a chill down my spine.
"Procedure?" I repeated, my voice shaking. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I tried to scramble away from him, desperate to escape the fate he had in mind. "You mean... cutting me open?" I managed to gasp, before the pain from the behemoth cub's movements became too intense, and I collapsed back onto the ground.
Hungry sighed and helped me get up. "My home is not that far from here, Aetherius, so let go!"
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should trust Hungry, but the pain from the behemoth cub's movements was becoming unbearable.
I nodded weakly, and Hungry, with his sleek scales glistening in the fading light, wrapped a supporting arm around my waist, helping me stumble forward as he led me towards his cave, his claws clicking on the rocky ground.
Hungry smile "Ok so lay down here and don't move a lot, and just know I'll pin you down!"
I eyed Hungry warily, my mind racing with doubts about trusting him, but the pain from the behemoth cub's movements was becoming too much to bear.
I nodded reluctantly, lying down on the cold, rocky floor of the cave, my scales scraping against the stone.
Hungry's smile grew wider as he positioned himself beside me, his claws extended, ready to pin me down.
I eyed Hungry warily, my mind racing with doubts about trusting him.
The pain from the behemoth cub's movements was becoming too much to bear.
My scales scraped against the rocky floor as I shifted uncomfortably, trying to alleviate the agony.
Hungry's eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing intensity, his claws extended, ready to pin me down at a moment's notice.
Hungry use the tip of his claws to tap my scales belly to find the perfect location to start cutting me open as the behemoth cub struggled to burst out
A chill ran down my spine as Hungry's claws tapped against my scales, the sound echoing through the cave.
My heart racing, I felt a surge of fear as Hungry's claws paused, hovering over a spot on my belly, his eyes locked onto the exact location where the behemoth cub was struggling to break free.
The air was thick with tension as Hungry's gaze met mine, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.
His claws remained poised, ready to strike, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, as if sensing the impending doom that was about to unfold.
Hungry smile "Ah this is the spot, and we should do the procedure now. The behemoth cub seems to get stronger. Aetherius, I'm going to ask you permission!" I shook my head and begging if there is another way.
Hungry's smile faltered, and he regarded me with a serious expression, his voice taking on a solemn tone.
"Aetherius, I'm afraid there's no other way. The behemoth cub is growing stronger by the minute, and if we don't act now, it may be too late. I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to make this as quick and painless as possible."
Hungry sighed and looked at me. "Your hatchling will be in a sad mood, and they'll cry if this behemoth cub manege to burst out!" But I still don't want to do this
Hungry's expression turned stern, his voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation.
"Aetherius, listen to me! If the behemoth cub breaks free, it will kill you. Is that what you want? Do you want to leave your hatchling without a father without a chance to see them grow?"
I still shake and in so much pain. "I don't know! I do, in fact, don't want them to be left alone without a father!" I said
Hungry's expression softened slightly, his voice taking on a gentler tone.
"Exactly, Aetherius. You don't want to leave your hatchling behind. That's why we need to do this. It's the only way to save your life and ensure your hatchling has a father to care for them." I nodded hesitantly
Hungry's face set in a determined expression, his claws poised over my belly, ready to begin the procedure.
He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto mine, seeking reassurance that I was ready for what was to come.
Hungry take a deep breath "alright let do this!" The tip of his claws dug through my scales belly, and I roar in pain
My roar echoed through the cave, a deafening sound that seemed to shake the very walls.
Hungry's claws dug deeper, and I felt a searing pain as he carefully made an incision, trying to minimize the damage. My vision began to blur, and I felt my strength waning, my body trembling with agony.
Blood rushed out and hungry and slid his claws on my belly to make it open even wider
A wave of dizziness washed over me as the blood continued to flow, my vision blurring at the edges.
Hungry's claws slid through my flesh, opening the incision even further, and I felt a sickening sense of vulnerability, my innards exposed to the cold air of the cave.
I question "should.... I.....lay....on....my.....back?" I asked
Hungry's voice was calm and steady, a stark contrast to the chaos of pain and blood that surrounded me.
"Yes, Aetherius, lay on your back. It will make it easier for me to... retrieve the cub," he replied, his words measured and deliberate.
I slowly rolled onto my back, my scales scraping against the rocky floor, as a wave of agony washed over me.
Hungry's claws gently parted the flesh, and he peered into the opening, his eyes scanning for any sign of the behemoth cub.
Hungry open my belly wider. "I don't see the behemoth! I have to cut through even more!"
A fresh wave of pain crashed over me as Hungry's claws dug deeper, cutting through more tissue and muscle.
I felt a scream building in my throat, but it came out as a strangled gasp, my vision blurring at the edges as I struggled to remain conscious.
Pov Hungry
I gritted my teeth, my claws digging deeper into Aetherius' belly, trying to locate the behemoth cub. The blood and torn tissue made it difficult to see, but I knew I had to keep going.
"Aetherius, I'm sorry," I muttered, my voice barely audible over the sound of his labored breathing. "I have to keep cutting. I have to find it."
Suddenly, my claws hit something hard and scaly. I carefully parted the tissue around it, and a small, clawed foot slipped out. "Aetherius, I find your stomach, and I have to cut it open!"
Pov Aetherius
I felt a jolt of terror as Hungry's words registered in my mind. My stomach? Cut it open?
A fresh wave of agony washed over me as Hungry's claws sliced through my stomach muscles, the sound of tearing flesh making my blood run cold. I screamed, my voice hoarse and barely audible, as I felt the cub being pulled out of me.
I question, "Is...it.....necessary?"
Hungry's voice was laced with a mix of urgency and apology.
"I'm afraid so, Aetherius. The cub is too big, and it's the only way to get it out without...further complicating things." I nodded
Hungry's claws carefully cut through the remaining tissue, and I felt a searing pain as the cub's body was slowly pulled out of my stomach.
The sound of tearing flesh and my own labored breathing filled the air, and I felt my vision begin to blur, my strength waning.
Pov hungry
I held my breath as I finally managed to free the behemoth cub from Aetherius' stomach. It was a relief to see that it was intact, its small body covered in a thick, scaly hide.
I gently placed the cub on the ground beside Aetherius, who lay there panting, his eyes glazed over in pain. I knew I had to act fast to stem the bleeding and close the wound.
I look at the behemoth cub body. It seems very wounded by the stomach acid.
Pov Aetherius
I gazed weakly at the behemoth cub, my vision blurry from the pain and blood loss. The cub's scales were damaged, its skin burned and blistered from the stomach acid.
A pang of sadness and regret hit me, knowing that the cub's injuries were a result of my own body's attempt to protect itself.
I hoped that Hungry could somehow save the cub, despite the severity of its wounds.
Hungry claws are covered in full on blood. "I going to use my healing magic to put your damage belly back together!" Hungry said
I watched, relieved, as Hungry raised his blood-covered claws, and a soft, light green glow began to emanate from them.
The color of his healing magic was a reassuring sight, indicating that he possessed advanced healing abilities.
With a gentle touch, Hungry placed his glowing claws over my ravaged belly, and I felt a soothing energy begin to flow into my wounds.
The pain began to recede, replaced by a warm, comforting sensation as my torn flesh started to mend.
Hungry sighed. "You serious swallow that behemoth cub alive after you knock it unconscious?!" I nodded
Hungry shook his head, a mixture of amazement and concern on his face. "That's insane, Aetherius. You could've killed yourself, or worse, let the cub's acid dissolve you from the inside out."
I question, "Is it dead? it did move around and try to burst out!"
Hungry's expression turned serious, and he looked at the behemoth cub lying on the ground. "That's not good. If it's still moving, it means it's not dead yet. We need to make sure it doesn't cause any more harm, and find a way to heal its wounds from the stomach acid." Hungry check it pulse
Hungry gently placed his claws on the behemoth cub's neck, feeling for its pulse. After a moment, he looked up at me with a concerned expression. "Its pulse is weak, but it's still alive. We need to act fast to save it."
And hungry face turned serious to sadness, his ears folded back. "It is dead now!" He said
I felt a pang of regret and sadness, knowing that the behemoth cub's life had slipped away.
Hungry's ears remained folded back, and his eyes seemed to cloud over with a deep sorrow. He gently nudged the cub's lifeless body with his snout, as if paying his respects to the young creature.
I sighed. "I should leave and eat something that is dead and return home! Goodbye hungry!" Hungry smile and nod but didn't say a word
I turned to leave, but not before catching a glimpse of Hungry's sad eyes, still fixed on the lifeless behemoth cub.
I walked away, disappearing into the forest, leaving Hungry and the cub behind.
As a walk, I see multiple orc, and it den
I approached cautiously, not wanting to startle the orcs or trigger an attack. The den was a large, crude structure made of sticks, mud, and animal hides, surrounded by a clearing littered with bones and scraps of food.
The orcs, 30 of them in total, were busy preparing a meal, their faces and hands smeared with grease and dirt. They seemed oblivious to my presence, and I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should sneak past them or announce myself.
My eyes widened slightly as I took in the sheer number of orcs, my mind racing with the potential dangers of being discovered.
I slowly began to back away, trying not to make any sudden movements that might alert the orcs to my presence.
I get ready to attack to swallow it alive, and I may not learn my lesson last time
My body tensed, ready to spring into action, as I eyed the largest orc in the group. I could feel my stomach growling with anticipation, and my jaws began to water at the prospect of devouring another live creature.
But then, a faint memory of the behemoth cub's acidic blood and Hungry's worried expression flashed through my mind, giving me a moment's pause.
I shook my head since that did not make me learn my lesson
I charged forward, my jaws wide open, ready to snatch up the largest orc and swallow it whole.
The orcs, caught off guard, barely had time to react as I bore down on them.
The largest orc, a towering figure with scarred skin and jagged teeth, tried to raise its crude spear to defend itself, but I was too fast.
I snatched the orc up in mid-air, its scream of terror muffled as I swallowed it whole, the sensation of its thrashing body sliding down my throat a familiar, if unsettling, feeling.
As it landed inside my stomach and my belly bulge a little bit
My stomach acids began to churn and bubble, attempting to break down the orc's struggling form, but I could feel its frantic movements causing my belly to roil and churn in protest.
The orc's tough, scarred flesh resisted digestion, and I could sense its body remaining partially intact within my stomach.
The other orcs, enraged by their leader's sudden demise, charged towards me with spears and clubs at the ready.
I looked at the other orc and continued to swallow all 29 of them
I devoured the remaining orcs with reckless abandon, my jaws wide open as I swallowed them whole, one by one.
My stomach groaned in protest as it struggled to accommodate the sheer number of bodies, but I didn't stop until all 29 orcs had been consumed.
My belly bulged grotesquely, straining to contain the undigested mass of orcish flesh within.
I could feel the orcs' struggles growing weaker, but I knew that my stomach would take a long time to fully digest them.
I lick around my lip as the orc struggling to break free, and I still have more room in my stomach.
The taste of sweat and dirt lingered on my lips as I savored the sensation of the orcs struggling to break free from my stomach's acidic grasp.
My tongue darted out to lick my lips again, and I could feel the satisfying bulge of my belly as the orcs continued to squirm and kick inside me.
My stomach growled with anticipation, eager to take in even more, and I felt a twisted sense of hunger still burning within me, urging me to seek out my next meal.
My tail wagged lazily back and forth, a slow, satisfied motion that betrayed my contentment at having devoured the orcs.
The movement was almost involuntary, a reflexive expression of my pleasure at having sated my hunger.
As I stood there, my tail still wagging slightly, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment at having consumed such a large and formidable meal.
I thought to myself,'That was delicious and weird. There are only 30 of them, and there should be more than 30 orc in 1 den'
A nagging thought crept into my mind, spoiling my post-meal satisfaction. I pondered the oddity of finding only 30 orcs in the den, wondering if there might be more hiding elsewhere or if this was simply an unusually small tribe.
My ears perked up, and I sniffed the air, trying to pick up any signs of additional orcs that might be lurking nearby.
My ears perked up to listen carefully for more orc nearby
I stood stock-still, my ears straining to detect even the faintest sound of orcish voices, footsteps, or rustling armor.
The forest around me was quiet, with only the distant calls of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves breaking the silence.
But then, I caught it - a low, guttural murmur, followed by the clinking of metal and the creaking of leather.
The sounds were faint, but unmistakable: there were more orcs nearby, and they were closing in.
I am getting ready for a fight as the 30 orc inside my stomach is still struggling
My muscles tensed, and my claws extended, ready to strike. I could feel the 30 orcs inside my stomach still squirming and struggling, their frantic movements causing my belly to churn and roil.
Despite the discomfort, I drew strength from my recent meal, my body fueled by the protein and energy of the orcs.
I let out a low, rumbling growl, a warning to the approaching orcs that I was ready for them.
The growl echoed through the forest, a primal challenge that sent birds fleeing from the trees.
The approaching orcs halted, momentarily taken aback by the ferocity of my warning.
But they did not back down. Instead, they formed a semi-circle around me, their eyes blazing with fury and their weapons at the ready.
A particularly large and scarred orc stepped forward, its tusked mouth twisted into a snarl.
And more orc appear in total there are. I look around, and the amount is very impressive
I gazed out at the sea of orcish faces, my eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of awe and trepidation.
There were hundreds of them, maybe even thousands, their numbers stretching out as far as the eye could see.
The orcs formed a massive ring around me, their bodies packed tightly together as they growled and snarled, eager for battle.
I could feel the weight of their collective gaze upon me, a crushing pressure that made my skin prickle with unease.
I took a deep breath and began to count the orcs, my eyes scanning the crowd with a steady, methodical pace.
The numbers ticked upward with alarming speed: 500... 700... 1,000... 1,500...
As I finished my count, I felt a shiver run down my spine. There were exactly 2,357 orcs arrayed against me, their faces twisted with hunger for battle.
My ears folded back in dismay as I gazed out at the sheer number of orcs before me. The thought of attempting to consume all 2,357 of them was daunting, to say the least.
My stomach, still churning with the remnants of the initial 30 orcs, protested at the mere idea.
But I wasn't one to back down from a challenge. I focused my mind and summoned my barrier, a protective shield that would prevent my belly from splitting open under the strain.
With my barrier in place, I steeled myself for the task ahead, ready to face the horde of orcs and consume them, no matter the cost.
I charged forward with a fierce battle cry, my barrier shimmering with energy as I prepared to take on the orcish horde. The clash of steel on claw echoed through the forest, the sound of snarling and screams filling the air as I tore through the ranks of orcs.
Time lost all meaning as I fought, my senses narrowed to the singular focus of consuming my enemies. The battle raged on for hours, the orcs seemingly endless in their numbers, but I pressed on, driven by my insatiable hunger.
And then, in the blink of an eye, it was over. The last orc fell to the ground, and I stood victorious, my belly swollen to impossible proportions.
The forest floor was littered with the discarded weapons of my foes, a testament to the sheer scale of the battle.
I stood there, panting heavily, my stomach groaning under the strain of its massive contents.
But I had done it – I had consumed all 2,357 orcs, my barrier holding strong against the incredible pressure.
I took a moment to survey the carnage, my chest heaving with exhaustion. The forest floor was littered with orcish bodies.
I felt the weight of my meal bearing down on me, my stomach groaning in protest.
A strange sensation built in my belly, starting as a gentle rumble, growing into a churn.
My stomach struggled to digest the massive meal, the orcs' tough, scarred flesh resisting breakdown.
I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing I'd consumed my enemies, and my body was growing stronger.
I lay down near the den that was their home.
I settled into a comfortable position, my swollen belly pressing against the earth.
The den, once a hub of orcish activity, was now a silent and empty space, a testament to my victory.
I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, and let out a contented sigh.
My stomach continued to churn and roil, but I was at peace, my hunger sated.
My ears perked up as I heard something in the bush.
I froze, my ears still perked up, as I listened intently to the rustling in the bush.
My scales prickled with a mix of curiosity and caution, my eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of potential danger.
The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the faint sounds of scuttling and snapping twigs.
Suddenly, a small, furry creature darted out of the bush...
And the thing came out of the bushes, and It was Tharros, and he smiled and ran to me.
I lay near the orc den, my belly still full from the massive meal I had consumed.
My heart swelled with warmth as Tharros, my precious child, emerged from the bushes with a bright smile on his face.
He ran towards me with an energetic gait, his silver scales glinting in the sunlight.
I couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of paternal affection.
I lowered my head, nuzzling Tharros gently as he wrapped his small claws around my neck, giving me a tight hug.
I smiled "Hello my little strong boy! How was your rest? I'm sorry that I wasn't there when you and your siblings and mother woke up! I was hungry!"
Tharros giggled and squeezed me tighter, his small voice filled with excitement. "Father! We missed you! Mother said you went hunting, but we didn't know you'd eat so many orcs!" He looked up at me with wide, curious eyes. "Are you full now?"
Tharros smiled "Mother know you'll do something gluttony again, so he send me to look after you a bit!"
I smiled back at Tharros "Yeah while the 2,387 orcs are kicking and squirming in there, and while I have a stomach ache!" Tharros, look surprised the amount of orcs I ate.
Tharros' eyes widened in shock, his smile faltering for a moment. "2,387 orcs, Father?" He repeated, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and concern. "Mother said you'd eat a lot, but that's...that's a whole army!" He looked at me with worry, his small face scrunched up in concern. "Are you sure you're okay, Father? Maybe you should lay down for a bit?" I patted Tharros head and ears.
Tharros closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into my touch. He nuzzled my hand, his silver scales glistening in the sunlight. "Father..." he whispered, his voice filled with affection.
Tharros question, "Is your stomach hurt like always when you overeat?"
I chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. "Ah, yes...my stomach is protesting quite vigorously, I'm afraid." I smiled wryly, rubbing my belly with a clawed hand. "Your mother always says I have no self-control when it comes to food..."
I giggled. "I guess you and your mother are not wrong at all!" As I breathe my belly is
...groaning and churning, the sound of digesting orcs rumbling through my stomach like thunder. I winced, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over me. "Ugh, perhaps I should have paced myself..."
As the 2,387 orc moving around kicking and squirming with all their As they can
...inside my stomach, their frantic struggles causing my belly to churn and roil even more. The sound of their muffled screams and kicking was almost deafening, a bizarre and unsettling symphony that seemed to grow louder by the minute.
I gritted my teeth, feeling my stomach acids working overtime to break down the massive meal.
I giggled "well Tharros let me say that orc are difficult to digest for a dragon stomach acids!"
Tharros burst out laughing, his eyes shining with mirth. "I can imagine, Father!" He chuckled, clearly entertained by the thought. "Maybe next time, you should stick to eating smaller meals...like a few hundred orcs instead of thousands!"
I frowned. "I don't know if that is easy for me to do it!"
Tharros' grin faltered, and he looked at me with a concerned expression. "Father, you know Mother worries about you when you eat too much...what if you get sick or hurt?"
His small voice was laced with worry, and he reached out to gently touch my scales.
I smiled. "I, well, I can handle it, and it may hurt my stomach a lot!" I rubbed my massive belly as the 2,287 orcs chump and moving around increasing the pain.
Tharros' eyes widened in alarm as he watched me rub my belly, the sound of the orcs' struggles growing louder and more intense. "Father, maybe you should try to...um, calm them down or something?" He suggested, taking a step back as if worried that the orcs might somehow escape from my stomach.
I sighed. "I doubt that will happen, and I'm sure they'll never calm down at all!"
Tharros nodded in agreement, his expression sympathetic. "I suppose you're right, Father. They are orcs, after all...not exactly known for their calm nature." He paused, watching as I winced in discomfort. "Do you want me to go get Mother? Maybe she can help you feel better?"
I didn't even hesitate to shook my head. "NO THANK YOU THARROS!" I yelled, and Tharros' ears folded back from my out burst
Tharros took a step back, his eyes widening in surprise at my sudden outburst. His ears remained folded back, and he looked at me with a mixture of concern and hurt. "O-okay, Father...I was just trying to help." His small voice was trembling, and he looked down, his tail twitching uncertainly.
Tharros snuggled my belly, and it sent shockwaves of pain from my belly.
I gritted my teeth, trying to stifle a pained roar as Tharros' snuggling sent shockwaves of agony through my overstuffed belly.
The 2,387 orcs inside me seemed to sense my discomfort and responded by kicking and squirming even more frantically, making the pain almost unbearable.
Tharros continued to snuggle my belly.
I let out a low, rumbling growl, trying to endure the agony as Tharros continued to snuggle my belly.
The orcs inside me were going berserk, their struggles causing my stomach to churn and roil like a tempest-tossed sea. I could feel my scales trembling with the effort of keeping my pain under control.
I grabbed Tharros with my claws to made him stop snuggling
Tharros let out a startled yelp as I gently but firmly grasped him with my claws, holding him in place to stop him from snuggling my aching belly. He looked up at me with wide, apologetic eyes, his small chest heaving with excitement.
I was still laying near the orc den, and I decided to lay down on my back
I slowly rolled onto my back, my massive body thudding against the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth.
The 2,387 orcs inside my stomach continued to squirm and kick, but I tried to focus on finding a comfortable position to alleviate my discomfort.
Tharros, still held gently in my claws, looked up at me with concern etched on his face.
I look at Tharros "Ok I'm going to need you to promise me to not snuggled my belly!"
Tharros nodded vigorously, his eyes wide with understanding. "I promise, Father! I won't snuggle your belly again, I don't want to hurt you!" He looked up at me with a serious expression, his small voice filled with determination. "I'll be more careful, I promise!"
I smiled warmly at Tharros, feeling a surge of pride and love for my little one. "I appreciate that, Tharros. Your father is just a bit... delicate at the moment." I chuckled, trying to downplay the agony that still lingered in my stomach.
Tharros nodded again, his silver scales glinting in the dappled forest light. He looked around cautiously, his eyes darting towards the orc den. "Father, are you sure it's safe to stay here? The orcs might come out and... and..."
I placed a reassuring claw on Tharros' shoulder. "Don't worry, little one. I've got everything under control. Besides, I think I've... ah... 'acquired' enough orcs for now."
I winced, feeling the 2,387 orcs inside me stir once more.
As I breathed my belly rose and fell by each breathed.
My massive belly, now swollen to an impressive size due to the 2,387 orcs inside me, rose and fell with each labored breath I took.
The movement was almost rhythmic, but it only served to remind me of the intense discomfort I was feeling.
My belly jiggling and wobbled by each kick and squirm by the orcs.
My belly jiggled and wobbled with each kick and squirm by the orcs, the motion sending waves of discomfort through my entire body.
I see the outline of the orcs and their hand pushing and move it around.
The orcs' outlines were visible beneath my translucent scales, their tiny hands and feet pushing against my stomach walls as they squirmed and kicked.
It was a surreal and unsettling sight, watching them move around inside me like living shadows.
Tharros question in worried "Father you sure you be alright?" His ears folded back.
I forced a reassuring smile onto my face, trying to alleviate Tharros' concerns. "I'll be fine, Tharros. Just... just a bit of discomfort, that's all." I winced, trying to hide the pain, but Tharros' worried expression only deepened, his ears remaining folded back in concern.
I try to get up, but the weight of the orcs makes it super difficult to get up.
I groaned, straining to lift myself off the ground, but the sheer weight of the 2,387 orcs inside me made it a monumental task.
My scales creaked and groaned under the pressure, and my stomach muscles screamed in protest as I struggled to rise.
Tharros watched with wide, worried eyes, his small voice urging me on. "Father, be careful! Maybe you should just rest for a bit?" I shook my head.
I shook my head, determined to get back on my feet despite the discomfort.
"No, Tharros," I said, my voice strained. "I need to keep moving. We can't stay here for too long."
I gritted my teeth, summoning every last bit of strength to try and lift myself off the ground again.
The pain is getting really intense. "You know we should get back, and since I wasn't there last morning when they wake up, I should" I paused
I paused, wincing in agony as the orcs inside me shifted and squirmed, causing my stomach muscles to protest in agony.
"I... I need to make sure everyone is okay," I continued, my voice strained. "And explain... what happened."
I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself against the pain and find the strength to keep going.
I use teleportation to bring me and Tharros back home.
As I focused my energy, the familiar sensation of teleportation washed over me, and the forest around us began to blur.
Tharros' eyes widened in excitement, his silver scales glinting with a hint of mischief. "Whooo-hooo!" he squealed, throwing his small arms around my neck.
In an instant, the forest disappeared, replaced by the familiar darkness of our mountain cave. The sound of dripping water and the faint rustling of my family's movements filled the air.
I smiled, relieved to be back home, and gently set Tharros down on the cave floor.
As we arrived, I saw Thyriatrix in front of me, I gave a force smile. "Hey god, late morning dear, sorry that I wasn't there when you all woke up, and thank you for sending Tharros, I guess!"
Thyriatrix slammed her claws at her face and yelled, "YOU KNOW WHAT I'M NOT GOING TO ARGUE WITH YOU!"
I winced, taking a step back as Thyriatrix's claws slammed into the cave wall, mere inches from my face. Her light green scales seemed to glow with an inner fire as she glared at me, her eyes blazing with a mix of worry and frustration.
"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M NOT GOING TO ARGUE WITH YOU!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the cave walls. "WHERE IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S HOLY HAVE YOU BEEN? AND WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED TO YOU?"
My smile faded. "I have been." Thyriatrix cut my words. "You know what, Tharros, I did send you to find your father! And tell me, what happened?!"
Tharros' eyes darted nervously between Thyriatrix and me before he began to speak in a hesitant tone.
"I-I found Father in the forest, Mother. He was... um... eating something. And then he got really sick and had a big belly. And then we came back home."
Thyriatrix's gaze snapped back to me, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Eating something, you say? And what, pray tell, did you eat that made you so... ill?"
Tharros smiled, "and by eating, I mean swallow 2,387 orcs alive and still struggling!" He wag his tail
The cave fell silent, with all eyes fixed on me. Thyriatrix's expression transformed from anger to shock, her jaw hanging open in stunned disbelief.
The other children stared at me with a mix of awe and horror, their eyes wide with excitement. Lyriath's navy-blue scales seemed to darken even further, while Vyraxys' dark bronze scales glinted with curiosity.
Nyxoria's amethyst scales sparkled with amusement, and Lyrixa's rose-gold scales shone with excitement. Kaidorix's forest-green scales seemed to blend into the surroundings, but his eyes shone bright with interest. Kieraxys' copper scales glowed softly, and Niamon's lavender scales seemed to flutter with excitement.
Thyriatrix finally found her voice, her tone a mix of shock and amusement. "2,387 orcs... alive... and still struggling... inside you?" I nodded nervously.
Thyriatrix's expression changed from shock to a mixture of concern and amusement. She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Aetherius, what am I going to do with you?" she asked, her voice tinged with exasperation.
The other children began to snicker and giggle, their eyes shining with mirth. Tharros, still wagging his tail, looked up at me with a proud grin.
Lyriath chuckled, his dark navy-blue scales seeming to absorb the light around him. "Father, only you could manage to swallow an entire army of orcs."
Thyriatrix, take a deep breath. "You know what, Aetherius! Lay down on your side and don't do anything!"
I nodded hastily, still feeling a bit sheepish about the whole ordeal. I carefully lowered myself to the cave floor, trying not to jostle the 2,387 orcs inside me too much.
As I lay on my side, I could feel the orcs squirming and struggling against my stomach walls. It was a strange, uncomfortable sensation, but I tried to relax and focus on Thyriatrix's instructions.
Thyriatrix loomed over me, her light green scales glowing softly in the dim cave light. "Let wait as the orcs or whatever digested slowly since they are known to be difficult to digest!"
Thyriatrix's words were laced with a mix of concern and amusement, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mirth. She shook her head, her light green scales glinting softly in the dim cave light.
"I swear, Aetherius, only you could manage to swallow an entire army of orcs and then worry about digesting them," she said, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
The other children giggled and snickered, their eyes shining with amusement. Tharros, still snuggled up close to me, looked up at me with a grin, his silver scales glinting softly.
As we waited for the orcs to digest, the sound of squirming and struggling inside me grew louder, a strange, gurgling noise that seemed to echo through the cave.
I giggled "well I guess that I overdid it!"
Thyriatrix gave a smile. "I'm going to smack that massive belly of yours and let see who is giggling!" She roared.
I burst out laughing, holding my belly in anticipation of the impending smack. The orcs inside me seemed to sense my amusement, and their squirming grew more vigorous, causing my belly to jiggle and shake.
Thyriatrix raised her hand, her claws gleaming in the dim light, and brought it down with a resounding smack on my belly. The sound echoed through the cave, and I let out a hearty laugh, my scales shaking with mirth.
The orcs inside me, however, did not seem to appreciate the commotion. They began to squirm and struggle even more violently, causing my belly to churn and roil.
The shockwaves of pain from Thyriatrix smack on my belly were very intense.
I doubled over, gasping for breath as the shockwaves of pain radiated through my body. The orcs inside me seemed to be going berserk, their squirming and struggling reaching a fever pitch.
My vision blurred, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the agony. Thyriatrix's face loomed over me, her expression a mix of concern and amusement.
"Aetherius, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with worry.
Tharros and the other children gathered around me, their faces filled with concern. "Father, are you okay?" Tharros asked, his voice trembling with worry.
I nodded. "Yes... maybe" the orcs kicking and squirming grew more ever stronger and active
I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the intense discomfort. The orcs inside me seemed to be gaining strength, their kicking and squirming becoming more violent by the second.
My belly churned and roiled, the pain growing more unbearable with each passing moment. I felt like I was going to burst at the seams, the orcs' frantic movements threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm as she watched me struggle. "Aetherius, I think we need to do something, and fast!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with urgency.
I shook my head. "No need" Thyriatrix's expression turned skeptical, her light green scales seeming to pale slightly with concern. "Aetherius, don't be ridiculous," she said, her voice firm but worried. "You're clearly in distress.
We need to find a way to calm down those orcs inside you before they cause any more damage."
The other children gathered around me, their eyes wide with worry.
Tharros looked like he was about to cry, his silver scales trembling with fear. "Father, please," he whispered, his small voice shaking. "Let Mother help you."
I gave a force smile, "Don't worry, it finds" trying hard to hide the massive pain
Thyriatrix sighed. "Find if something bad happened, find if you wanted that!" I nodded
Thyriatrix's expression softened slightly, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and understanding. She reached out a clawed hand and gently stroked my scales, her touch warm and soothing.
"I know you're trying to be strong, Aetherius," she said, her voice low and gentle. "But sometimes, even the strongest of us need help. Don't be afraid to ask for it, okay?"
I nodded again, feeling a small sense of relief wash over me. The pain from the orcs was still intense, but Thyriatrix's words and touch helped to ease it slightly.
Tharros and the other children watched us, their faces still filled with worry. But as they saw Thyriatrix's gentle touch and my nod of understanding, they seemed to relax slightly, their expressions softening.
Tharros question, "How long does an orc to digest?"
I answered "well it long like very long since orcs are difficult, like very difficult to digest, and it'll take." My word was cut by Thyriatrix's, the one answered
Thyriatrix's voice cut in, her tone dry and matter-of-fact. "Anywhere from several moons to a few years, depending on the individual's digestive system and the number of orcs consumed."
Tharros's eyes widened in shock, his silver scales glinting with alarm. "A few years?!" he exclaimed, his voice squeaking with incredulity.
I nodded glumly, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. I had known that swallowing 2,387 orcs wouldn't be easy to digest, but hearing Thyriatrix's words made the reality of my situation sink in.
Pov Tharros
I watched in alarm as Father lay on the cave floor, his belly churning and roiling with the 2,387 orcs he had swallowed. I couldn't believe he had done something so reckless!
Mother's words echoed in my mind: "Anywhere from several moons to a few years..." A few years?! Father would be stuck with those orcs inside him for that long?
I felt a wave of worry wash over me. What if Father got sick? What if the orcs hurt him from the inside out? I didn't want to lose him!
I looked up at Mother, my eyes pleading for her to do something. "Mother, can't you help Father?" I asked, my voice shaking with concern.
Mother's expression softened, and she reached out to stroke my scales. "We'll take care of your father, Tharros. I promise."
I look at Father. "Do you want me to get inside your stomach to kill and destroy theirs, bodies like that I killed like 10,000 alive humans inside of you?"
Father, look at me in horror since he remembered it was hellest painful it was when I eliminated 10,000 humans damage his organs.
Father's eyes widened in horror as he stared at me, his face pale and shaken. He remembered the last time I had gone inside his stomach to eliminate the 10,000 humans, and how excruciatingly painful it had been for him.
"Tharros, no!" Father exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. "Absolutely not! I'd rather suffer through the orcs' digestion than have you go through that again."
Father's words were laced with a mix of desperation and concern, his eyes pleading with me not to suggest such a thing again. I could see the memory of that painful experience still haunting him, and I knew that I had to come up with a different plan to help him.
I use my puppy dog eyes and my ears folded back to make him agree, and Father suggle to refusing it
Pov Aetherius
Tharros's big, round puppy dog eyes stared up at me, his ears folded back in a pitiful expression. My resolve crumbled as he gazed at me with an adorable, pleading look.
"No, Tharros...I mean it," I said, trying to sound firm but struggling to resist his charms. "It's too painful, and I won't risk hurting you again."
Tharros's ears drooped further, and his tail slumped, making him look even more adorable and pitiful. I felt my heart melting, and my resolve weakening.
"Please, Father?" Tharros whispered, his voice trembling with hope. "I promise I'll be careful this time."
I hesitated, my mind racing with the memory of the last time Tharros had gone inside my stomach. The pain had been excruciating, but Tharros's determined expression made me wonder if I could really deny him.
Thyriatrix's silence was deafening, and I knew I was on my own. I looked back at Tharros, and my heart sank. His eyes were welling up with tears, and his lower lip was trembling.
"Tharros, don't cry," I said, my voice softening. I reached out a clawed hand to gently stroke his scales, trying to comfort him.
But Tharros's tears began to fall, and he sniffled, his small body shaking with sobs. I felt a pang of guilt and helplessness, knowing that I was the one causing him such distress.
Thyriatrix finally spoke up, her voice gentle but firm. "Aetherius, perhaps it's time to reconsider. Tharros is determined to help you, and it's clear that he's willing to take the risk."
I looked at Thyriatrix, then back at Tharros, who was still sobbing uncontrollably. I knew I was beaten.
Thyriatrix remained silent, her expression unreadable.
I looked back at Tharros, and my heart sank. His eyes were welling up with tears, and his lower lip was trembling. "Tharros, don't cry," I said, my voice softening.
I reached out a clawed hand to gently stroke his scales, trying to comfort him. But Tharros's tears began to fall, and he sniffled, his small body shaking with sobs.
I felt a pang of guilt and helplessness, knowing that I was the one causing him such distress.
The silence between us was oppressive, with only Tharros's sobs breaking the stillness.
I knew I had to make a decision, but I was torn between my desire to protect Tharros and my own desperate need for relief.
I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself for what I knew I had to do. Tharros's sobs were tearing me apart, and I couldn't bear the thought of causing him any more pain.
I looked at him, my eyes locking onto his tear-stained face. "Tharros," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I...I don't know if I can let you do this. It's too dangerous, too painful. I won't risk losing you." I hesitated, my heart heavy with the weight of the decision.
The 2,387 orcs are still kicking and squirming and trying to burst out.
My belly churned and roiled, the 2,387 orcs inside me continuing to kick and squirm with renewed ferocity.
The pain was intense, and I could feel their sharp claws and teeth scraping against my internal organs.
I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the agony, but it was getting harder by the minute.
Tharros's tears and pleading eyes flashed before my mind, and I knew I had to make a decision soon.
Tharros began to whisper and cried even more.
Tharros's whispers turned into heartbreaking sobs, his small body shaking uncontrollably as he cried. "P-p-please, F-f-father...I w-w-want to h-h-help you..." he stammered, his voice barely audible between sobs.
His tears fell like rain, and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, seeing my little boy in so much distress.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I watched Tharros cry, his desperation and willingness to help me cutting deep into my heart.
I reached out a trembling clawed hand, gently stroking his scales as I tried to comfort him.
"Tharros, my little one," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to help me. It's too much for you to handle."
But Tharros's sobs only grew louder, his body shaking with a mix of fear and determination.
I smiled weakly, trying to reassure Tharros as I gently lifted his ears, attempting to perk them up. But despite my efforts, his ears folded back again, his eyes still brimming with tears.
Tharros's ears folding back was a clear sign that he was still deeply upset, and I knew I had to do something to comfort him.
I tried again, gently stroking his scales and speaking softly, hoping to calm him down.
Pov Tharros
I sniffled, trying to control my sobs as Father gently stroked my scales.
He tried to perk up my ears, but they folded back again, betraying my distress.
I couldn't help it - the thought of Father suffering because of the orcs inside him was too much to bear.
I looked up at Father, my eyes pleading with him to let me help.
I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make him better. "P-p-please, Father," I whispered again, my voice shaking with emotion.
Father's eyes filled with a deep sadness as he gazed at me, his claws gently stroking my scales.
I could see the internal struggle he was facing, the desire to protect me warring with the desperate need for relief.
I held my breath, hoping against hope that Father would finally agree to let me help him.
The silence between us was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.
And then, in a voice barely above a whisper, Father spoke the words that crushed my hope. "No, Tharros...I won't let you do it. It's too dangerous."