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It could be because the preything realises its futile and gives up and surrenders their life or it could be cause they’re unable to struggle anymore on account of being crushed, crunched and mulched into a thick, meaty paste.

Then I made a joke. And everyone went silent. And someone looked at me and was like "not cool partly. Don't say that"

And I was like "huh? What? What did I say?"

But no one would answer. They kept accusing me of using "The Idiots Defense", where you act like you don't know what you just said.

So I kept asking what I said, why it was bad, but everyone just kept putting their hand up and going "nope, nope, The Idiots Defense, nope not engaging"

TROPICAL TREE DRAGON!! Doodles of @shyguy9 ‘s tropical tree dragon, Palmela, dunking on my sheep.

Here’s the full Lost City comic redraw I did a while back!! S/O to the commissioner for sponsoring it! If you want to read the original comic you can find it over here! The artist of the original comic has both a deviantArt and a Patreon for those interested!

Putting @maye-of-fates-uncountable right where a delicious little elf like her belongs!

But can you imagine. A pred that **forces** their prey to be willing. Or at least act like it.

"If you pretend like you want to be digested, tell me how good it feels and how much you want to pad me out, I might let you go before you're mush!"

So the prey is reluctantly massaging the preds gut, talking about how nice it feels (it burns, badly), how they can't wait to be turned into ass fat (the thought sickens them). While the pred is getting off. Mostly to the fact that they're killing someone in their gut, but also because of how much control they have over the prey.

The prey keeps up the act, becoming more and more desperate as time goes on. They say anything they think the pred wants to hear. "I- I can't wait to feel myself slipping into your intestines! I bet it'll be ever h-hotter and tighter in there! B-but I think I've done enough! Its getting really really hot in here!"

The pred clenches their gut as hard as they can. "Shut up and keep playing along! Or I'm not letting you out!"

Eventually, the prey can't take it anymore. They know they're not solid anymore. The pred couldn't let them out even if they wanted to. They beg to be let out one last time, barely audible over the sound of the preds intestines siphoning away their melted form.

The pred frowns, annoyed. Then they flip over, resting on top of their gut. They hump the prey's melted form until they cum, letting out a burp loud enough to shake the walls as they do.