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"To have friends for dinner..."

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", "writing": "[center][b]The Land Before Time: Friends for Dinner[/b][/center]\nChomper yawned loudly. It was another calm, tranquil morning within the Great Valley, though the young Sharptooth was anything but appreciative of how fortunate he was to be living in such a sheltered location. No, the carnivore’s mind was on one thing, and one thing only.\n\nWhat was he going to find for breakfast?\n\n“Uurgh…” he muttered after another great yawn, showcasing glistening teeth, tongue, and gullet to the valley at large. “Hope I can find some juicy Crawlies today, I’m starving!” Chomper leaned forward and fell into a steady jog, two legs carrying his hungry body along the plains with tail swaying behind for balance. He’d never had so much as a nibble with anything with scales before, despite his craving for meat. His diet consisted not of yucky greens, but crunchy bugs and squishy worms that crept out of the ground or fluttered by his muzzle at just the wrong time. Chomper’s snout was alive and snuffling, belly rumbling quite grumpily beneath his skinny arms. He was having no luck and growing hungrier by the minute, and a growing young Sharptooth absolutely needed something to sate his voracious belly!\n\nThe morning gradually slipped away and Chomper was still without his breakfast. “Come on...” He prowled all about the area around the den where he slept. He typically could rustle some grubs up rather quickly, but this particular day left him Crawlie-less. Chomper searched under rocks (using his big snout to lever it up), sniffed and scanned the skies, and poked through bushes and trees alike (even accidentally chomping down on a real leaf, ick). Once or twice he spotted a large mosquito or two that looked scrumptious, but by the time Chomper got close they managed to fly away. Chomper shouted into the sky in frustration unintelligibly. “I just want something to eat!”\n\nUnable to think of anything else, Chomper pressed on his Crawlie hunt. He was supposed to meet and play with some of his friends that morning, but any thoughts of them were interrupted by a grumble of the belly. While usually this tuned his mind back to squishy worms or buzzing beetles, Chomper instead kept his mind’s eye on his friends as drool trickled through his teeth. He marched on, humming a familiar little tune to himself as he went, senses all focused on any bug or worm he could sink his teeth into. He lost himself in the hunt and his rather imaginative thoughts, which were subconsciously pondering just how good his friends would taste…\n\nAfter several hours of persevering on his hunt and distracting himself with friendly food thoughts, Chomper was rewarded: A big, fat, slimy, juicy worm had made its way out of the earth and was crawling along several large, interspersed rocks. “Finally!” Chomper exclaimed, immediately sinking down to creep along the ground stealthily. In just a moment he would be sucking down a fat wriggling worm and would finally have the full belly he’d been chasing all morning– \n\n“Chomper Chomper! Lookie lookie!” A squeaky voice penetrated the stealthy silence. Petrie the Pterodactyl glided down from above, something shiny in a claw. Chomper flinched from the interruption, and the worm, sensing the presence of a large flying thing above, immediately dove for a crevice between the rocks. “Look what Petrie found, Chomper!”\n\n“No!” Chomper yawned his jaws wide and lunged for the escaping worm. His teeth clacked down on air just as he saw the backside of the worm slither between the cracks, out of sight and out of reach from the starving Sharptooth. Petrie landed beside, and glanced from the crack to his friend in rapid succession. Chomper reached in vain for the cracks in the rocks with his tiny arms, but Petrie was rather insistent on showing off his prize to his friend. Chomper fell back onto his tail as the tiny winged dino darted in front and held something aloft in his wings. The shiny stone made Chomper squint.\n\n“Lookit! Lookit this shiny rock!” Petrie declared proudly. “Isn’t it something! It’ll bring good luck to you me and all our friends I’m sure!”\n\n“Not now, Petrie!” Chomper snarled, pushing past the smaller dino with his snout. “I’m trying to catch breakfast!” Petrie was undeterred, however, giggling while Chomper pressed his snout to the rock and vainly snaked his tongue down below, tail up and swaying behind him for balance.\n\n“Maybe you could use some luck!” Petrie insisted, bouncing around to once more encumber Chomper’s view with the shiny rock in his claws. “Just hold onto this for a while and you’ll get double maybe triple breakfast for all days!” Chomper did his best to ignore Petrie, once again pushing him out of the way with his snout, but the little Pterodactyl was insistent. After the third interruption Chomper gave up and rose up to a neutral standing position, groaning and baring his teeth at no-one in particular. Petrie took a moment to peek down into the hole where the worm had vanished down into and tut-tutted with his beak. “Aw shucks, that Crawlie went and got away! That’s bad luck Chomper! If you had this rock maybe you would’ve gotten him!” Petrie looked up with a big smile at his dismayed friend.\n\n“Petrie...” Chomper growled through bared teeth, though a very audible [i]grrrrwwwwn[/i] interrupted his thoughts. He put his claws to his belly, feeling it vibrate from the intense hunger pangs, and rubbed it gently. “I’m so hungry, and that… Crawlie got away cuz of you!”\n\nPetrie balked. “Me?”\n\n“Yes you! I would’ve had a fat delicious Crawlie if you didn’t fly down and get in the way!”\n\n“Are you sure? I think you needed the rock to catch the Crawlie, yep!” Petrie insisted with a rapid nod-nod. Another tummy-rumble made Chomper groan, and Petrie tilt his head in curiosity. “You look pretty hungry! Want to keep looking? With the rock this time?”\n\nChomper looked up from nursing his empty stomach to glare at Petrie, who stood with the stone offered up once more, grinning. A glint flashed across Chomper’s eyes, thoughts of wondering how tasty his friends would be returning. Chomper growled, lips quivering, pent-up drool slobbering down to his chin and dripping. Petrie’s smile faltered when the young Sharptooth towered over him, having seen that hungry glare from a full-grown Sharptooth too many times for comfort. “Ch-Ch-Chomper?” Petrie squeaked. Before he could blink, Chomper snapped, and deadly jaws yawned open before Petrie, dripping and smelly with a wet gullet winking in the back. Petrie got out half a squeal before the hungry Tyrannosaurs Rex jaws sank down over his petite form and clenched shut with a loud [b]snap[/b]! Petrie instantly filled those jaws with the bulk of his body plastered against the writhing, squishy tongue, able to see everything with the shiny stone settling against a tooth-lined cheek. “Yahhh!”\n\nChomper didn’t know what had come over him. One moment Petrie was there, and the next, he wasn’t… The tiny Pterodactyl was lodged in his jaws! Chomper slowly lifted his head up, tail silently twitching behind him, not loosening his grip on his friend one little bit. All that was visible of Petrie were his wings, twitching and flailing what little they could outside leathery, slimy lips. The rest of him was completely trapped in the mouth of a very hungry carnivore! Chomper vaguely heard Petrie squealing and yelling to be let out, the flying dino fighting for his little life. Chomper had found the situation much more calming, however, with his tongue exploding from the flavors and texture of the Sharptooth’s first real taste of fresh, squirming, scaly meat. Only the back of his mind registered that he was in the process of eating one of his friends alive, with the rest of his being focused entirely on sating a long-waiting hunger. “Mmmm…” Chomper hummed, with his tongue bending and slapping up and around Petrie’s trapped form.\n\nPetrie himself was in a tizzy, barely comprehending that Chomper had chomped him! The glow of the rock showcased the entirety of the hot, smelly maw to the trapped dino, revealing goopy drool pocketed about a constantly-squirming tongue. That muscle’s sole job seemed to be to coat Petrie in as much Sharptooth slobber as possible, with the tip constantly buffeting his backside and the rest rubbing fervently against this wings and scales. “Chomper!” Petrie choked out between bouts and bashes from the tongue. “S-stop this! I’m not your breakfast! Crawlies are! Crawlies!” But all Petrie heard in response (if it was even in response to his pathetic pleading) was the continued murmur of delight from the feasting Sharptooth. Chomper himself seemed perfectly content to dine on his friend, even trying to cup his tongue under Petrie to pull the rest of him in between those sharp teeth! Petrie yelped and tried clamping the claws on his wingtips against the wet lips, doing whatever he could to stop himself from being eaten alive. For the moment it seemed to be working, although chomper wasn’t pushing too hard with the tongue yet.\n\nChomper’s distracting thoughts were keeping Petrie’s fate at bay. The Sharptooth’s mind was reeling from the sheer impact of what true meat tasted like. Not the flimsy flavors of bugs or slimy textures of worms, but true, filling, [i]delectable[/i] taste that could only come from that of a full-blooded reptile! Chomper’s murmurings continued along with his working jaws, with Petrie’s protruding wings still twitching about fitfully. When he wasn’t complimenting Petrie’s flavors, the Pterodactyl could hear Chomper breathing heavily through his nostrils, and could feel no air at all from within the active muzzle. Petrie’s attention was rapidly diverted from that, though, to the tongue that painted him in a fresh wave of smelly Sharptooth drool. Petrie groaned in disgust as he was now drizzled in the goopy fluid, barely able to separate himself from the tongue in any capacity.\n\nThe elongated tasting session wasn’t doing him any favors either, and before long he was too tired to protest physically. Chomper noticed those twitching wingtips go limp, dripping with hot drool and no longer fighting for survival. This sealed the deal for Chomper, who took his opportunity to greedily slurp the rest of Petrie into his jaws. Only then did he hear his friend’s cries not to be eaten alive. He blinked, some semblance of rationality returning, and he actually made to spit Petrie out... Before a thundering [b]groooooowln [/b]from his gut made a much more-convincing argument! That combined with the exquisite meaty taste Petrie provided sealed the Pterodactyl’s fate for good. “No… N-noooo–”[b][i] HGLOURK![/i][/b] Chomper devoured Petrie on the spot, the former friend bulging down his neck and stretching out his belly a fair amount. Things grew dark for the terrified Petrie as the shiny stone remained lodged near the back of the mouth, between sharp teeth. He plunged into the dark, slimy confines of the stomach and was left to marinate in the inert acids before digestion would kick in. “Ch-Chomper…”\n\n“Ahhhh!” Chomper sat down with his tail wagging happily, belly sprawled between his legs and giving a faint gurgle of approval. With his skinny arms Chomper rubbed into his finally-sated tummy, appreciating the faint groans and muffled cries from within. “Finally, breakfast!” Chomper was content to just sit there for a while and bask in the feelings of being so full on the kind of food his kind was designed to devour, and for several minutes he did so without interruption. Within the stomach Petrie batted against the squishy stomach walls, Chomper not even feeling them. Petrie flailed his wings and hollered out, any words reduced to something unintelligible. The sated Tyrannosaurs heard another groan emanate from within, which produced the loudest protesting shout yet from his innards. Chomper slipped his claws under his belly and rubbed it from below, even hefting it up a little to let it flop back to earth.\n\nThe rather content little Sharptooth wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up at his home, so he was surprised when he saw a familiar waddling little dino headed for him. “Chomper! There’s you!” It was Ducky! Chomper shot a guilty look down at his belly and made to shift around to hide it from the encroaching Saurolophus. He noted Ducky staring at his widened belly, his mission a failure. “Oooh!” she ogled, hopping right over one of his sprawled legs and putting paws to it. “You get big big breakfast?”\n\nChomper hemmed and hawed. “N-not exactly! You see…” Though he stopped when a particularly noticeable squeal and gurgle called out from the stomach at the same time. Chomper winced and made to rub at his belly sides, using circular motions. Ducky took the wince as something else.\n\n“Oh Ducky sees! You have tummy ache!”\n\n“...Yeah, that’s it!” Chomper latched to the little one’s misunderstanding. He played his tongue about his teeth nervously, and felt the stupid rock Petrie had been so desperate to show him still lodged in his jaws. “Actually, I have a tooth ache too. And you know it’s bad when a Sharptooth gets a toothache!”\n\nDucky looked crestfallen. “Oh no! No wonder you didn’t show up to play!” She promptly stood up as high as her hinds would allow attempting to peer into the clamped-shut jaws. “I can help, maybe?” Chomper stared down at his friend, Ducky smiling innocently up at the child Tyrannosaurs. He figured she’d fit neatly in his jaws given the opportunity, and she was giving him one.\n\n“Sure,” he said, trying to act nonchalant as he spread his jaws wide open before her. Ducky flinched a little as drool strung about top and bottom teeth slithered down his lip and dripped to the ground, but peered inward nevertheless. She could see the shiny stone deep, nearly under the tongue and burrowed against the bottom-right tooth.\n\n“Oh I see!” she exclaimed, front paws on Chomper’s lips as she bounced excitedly. She started to reach inward. “Ducky just has to… reach…”\n\n[b]URRRP![/b]\n\nChomper’s eyes widened and Ducky fell onto her back from the blast of the belch. She coughed and sputtered. “Oh ew, gross icky burp!” She waved a paw before her snout.\n\n“Sorry!” Chomper stood and leaned down to help Ducky up, the two clasping claws and Ducky regaining footing. “Could you try again? Promise I won’t do that again! It just slipped out.” Ducky spent another moment clearing the air, swearing the scent among the foul-smelling odor had a hint of familiarity to it. But she nodded with a smile.\n\n“Okay! Just don’t do that again!” she reminded, and when Chomper’s jaws opened again, he made sure to breathe through his nose. With him standing up, she had to climb onto a nearby rock to be eye level with the taller dino. Ducky was now on level ground with the offered Sharptooth tongue, and she gingerly stepped over the bottom row of teeth onto the squishy wet thing. She grimaced and kept low, but managed not to hurt herself as she proceeded. Chomper looked down at Ducky, the meatier-than-Petrie dino all-but-offering herself as seconds.\n\nAnd, Chomper realized, despite his sagging belly looking more full than it had for some time, he was still hungry.\n\n“Thought I saw rock but can’t see anymore!” Ducky informed. The stone was now obscured completely by the tongue.\n\n“Eeher,” Chomper prompted. Ducky managed to understand that (“deeper”) and agreed, both her feet now settled at the tip of the tongue. Her head was lowered and brushed against the back of the tongue on accident. She hardly noticed the resulting production of more drool pooling around the bottom of the jaws, Chomper rolling his eyes in bliss. She tasted even better than Petrie! He could see her upraised tail just beyond his snout. Petrie, who’d been fitfully begging for Ducky to get help for some time, suddenly felt the whole stomach shake and grumble around him. And he knew what that meant.\n\n“Ducky! Run!” Ducky, her head nearing the back of the throat, managed to hear more than a muffled cry from Petrie. She peered over the edge of the tongue and stared down the partially-illuminated throat. “H-help!” Her eyes widened as she put 2 and 2 and 2 together: The bulging stomach, the familiar scent, and now the recognizable voice…\n\n“Chomper ate Petrie!”\n\nChomper, who was already convinced to go for seconds, heard Ducky’s realization and decided to give in in to his urges. Ducky’s head snapped around just in time to see the jaws slowly collapse together. She squealed in place as her hinds slipped to either side of the tongue, her butt straddling the squishy thing. All light from the outside world cut out when Chomper’s lips sealed shut, leaving a terrified green tail to swish about with the rest of Ducky trapped in his jaws! “Mmmmffff! Hllllp!”\n\nChomper watched Ducky’s tail slap back and forth with no small amount of amusement, though he felt a twang of guilt at that feeling. “Sorry Ducky,” he managed to mumble around his still-shut jaws. The apology did little to assuage the horrified Ducky’s current state, with her pounding against the tongue and, like Petrie before, crying out for Chomper to not devour her.\n\nNot that he actually meant it when he said it anyway.\n\n“Chomper! No! Don’t eat me up!” The little Sharptooth, however, had no intentions on letting his second breakfast escape. His mind was encompassed entirely by his primal urge to feed, and Chomper was hardly the friendly Sharptooth his friends had come to know at this point. His tongue constantly shifted about her underside, from chest to belly, under her tail and over her rear end and legs. Chomper drooled more than he had before, eyes rolling once again. This is what is must’ve been like for his friends whenever they ate those icky greens they loved so much. He was finally eating like a true dino. A true Sharptooth. And he was enjoying every moment of it. Even as he heard Ducky’s cries, he only considered her a big, fat, juicy meal for him to consume, and nothing more.\n\nDucky struggled against the constantly-squirming tongue with no avail. Chomper thoroughly tasted and sampled her, and his belly seemed to be an unending series of groans and gurgles. Petrie yelped as the acids he’d been immersed in started to itch. The mere taste of Ducky was kicking his stomach up! Ducky sent a whimpering squeal down the throat, and that was all the confirmation Petrie needed that he would be receiving company soon. Chomper was set to taste and sample Ducky for the rest of the day, she was so good. It was an unending series of flavor and squishy temptation that he’d yet to experience in his young life, and the puddles of drool draining out from his lips was proof-enough of that! “Mmm mmm mmm! Mrrmrr…” he continued, watching that panicked tail swish and sway futilely.\n\n“Chomper? Chomper, where are you?”\n\nFor the third time that day, Chomper was being sought out. The feasting Sharptooth recognized that voice as well, and it would be no good for his caretaker, Ruby, to catch him with a friend’s tail sticking out of his mouth! Without hesitation, his lips puckered around that tail and [b]slurrrrrrrp[/b]’d it up, it wriggling like a noodle before vanishing into the jaws. Ducky cried out when her tail was squashed against her own body and her form was rapidly ushered towards that scary throat. She scrabbled every which way to try and stop her from ending up as Chomper Chow, but it was useless: Chomper tilted his head up and back, tipping his tongue up against Ducky’s butt and forcing her to the roof of his mouth. He clenched his eyes shut and gulped Ducky down in one thick, squelching [b][i]GLOURK![/i][/b] Her bulges, thicker than Petrie’s, sluiced down his neck and distended his belly further, with the shiny rock tumbling down along with her. She was squashed uncomfortably into the stomach onto Petrie, the two seeing each other and the stinking, acidic fluids now surrounding the two. Chomper licked and smacked his lips and just let his engorged scaly belly sag outward, with its occupants hugging to each other and squealing for deal life.\n\nRuby the Fast Runner, tall plump and pink, poked her head around the place Chomper called home. “Chomper?” she called again after getting no answer, before spotting the rather satisfied-looking Sharptooth. He was still licking his lips, stomach looking quite full. She couldn’t help but laugh. “There you are! Someone woke up with a big appetite! Catch a lot of tasty crawlies?”\n\nChomper looked up to Ruby and put on his best innocent smile, licking his lips once more. “Not many! Just two! They were so big and delicious… I can’t wait to have more!” His smile became more fixed as the collective pleads from his gurgling belly echoed out in muffled tones. As he hoped, Ruby could only hear his stomach digesting away his breakfast. She even reached down with her paws to rub and swish his sagging gut about! Ducky and Petrie groaned and shivered, their forms mushed and squashed about with the cocktail of enzymes and saliva flowing all about them. The shiny “lucky” stone of Petrie’s pressed painfully between them.\n\n“Shiny rock bad… Not lucky…” Petrie bemoaned, having given up.\n\n“Help! Ruby help us!” Ducky attempted, Ruby kept the rubs going unabated. Chomper leaned forward with his tail upraised for balance and sighed contently at the belly rubs, though Ruby only kept at it for a moment or so.\n\n“Well since you’ve had a big breakfast, why don’t you come play with me?” Ruby offered, beckoning. Chomper eagerly nodded. The two bipeds lumbered off, Chomper enjoying the sensations of his belly sloshing, gurgling, and swaying about so. He’d never felt so full or content after a meal!\n\nDucky and Petrie were left to their fates as Chomper’s breakfast. He and Ruby played all afternoon and even into part of the evening. All during the day the noises of digestion grew louder and stronger, with Ducky and Petrie reduced to barely-conscious bulges in the carnivore’s stomach. Acidic fluids soon took up full occupancy of the protruding gut, leaving the two small dinos to fall unconscious among it all. Chomper had completely forgotten about the two, especially since they were no longer able to remind him of their existence, strong [b]gurrrrrn[/b]s and [b]chrrrrgle[/b]s ringing out in their stead. It wasn’t until Ruby herself got hungry did he remember what exactly he had for breakfast.\n\n“Phew, wish I could keep up with you, Chomper! Never seen you with this much energy!”\n\n“Well… My breakfast was [i]very[/i] good!”\n\n“I see,” Ruby giggled, then put a paw to her own gut. “Well I’m famished, myself. You have a good night okay?”\n\n“Sure. See you, Ruby!” he called, waving her off. When she was gone, he turned and made for home. He half-waddled along the way, looking down at himself: What was once a great bulging mass on his belly was reduced to a simple pudgy paunch, not so much as a scale of his friends remaining. He rubbed against the softness and pressed into it, feeling a faint gurgle rumble in his tummy as a result. “Ahh… You two were the most filling meals ever,” he commented, about halfway home and it nearing dark already. He gathered against a rock and stroked over his pudgy belly despite the lateness. “Guess you leaf eaters are food after all.”\n\nChomper contently rubbed himself for a bit, only pausing when he felt something bubble up his throat. His splayed his jaws out and belched rudely, flinging saliva and that lucky shiny rock out. The acid-washed stone shined brighter than ever, and Chomper (after washing it off in a puddle nearby) collected it for himself. “You know what? You are a lucky rock,” he concluded. After all, it brought him his greatest meals to date!\n\nHe looked around in the night, easily able to see the path ahead. Lucky indeed. “Even the dark is scared of you, little rock!” Chomper laughed, making the rest of the journey home with ease. Along the way, he sang a little song to himself, one that his friends had shared. When he got to the part about Cera – his chubby Triceratops friend – he gave pause. [i]Wonder how she tastes? [/i][i]Chewy? Tender? [/i][i]Mmmm... Definitely will be a juicy meal![/i] Chomper’s thoughts lingered on Cera as he continued ambling home, content with the meals he was given, and knowing that he potentially had more to come in the future.\n\n[center]© 2020 Lutro https://aryion.com/g4/user/lutro[/center]\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Land Before Time: Friends for Dinner

Chomper yawned loudly. It was another calm, tranquil morning within the Great Valley, though the young Sharptooth was anything but appreciative of how fortunate he was to be living in such a sheltered location. No, the carnivore’s mind was on one thing, and one thing only.

What was he going to find for breakfast?

“Uurgh…” he muttered after another great yawn, showcasing glistening teeth, tongue, and gullet to the valley at large. “Hope I can find some juicy Crawlies today, I’m starving!” Chomper leaned forward and fell into a steady jog, two legs carrying his hungry body along the plains with tail swaying behind for balance. He’d never had so much as a nibble with anything with scales before, despite his craving for meat. His diet consisted not of yucky greens, but crunchy bugs and squishy worms that crept out of the ground or fluttered by his muzzle at just the wrong time. Chomper’s snout was alive and snuffling, belly rumbling quite grumpily beneath his skinny arms. He was having no luck and growing hungrier by the minute, and a growing young Sharptooth absolutely needed something to sate his voracious belly!

The morning gradually slipped away and Chomper was still without his breakfast. “Come on...” He prowled all about the area around the den where he slept. He typically could rustle some grubs up rather quickly, but this particular day left him Crawlie-less. Chomper searched under rocks (using his big snout to lever it up), sniffed and scanned the skies, and poked through bushes and trees alike (even accidentally chomping down on a real leaf, ick). Once or twice he spotted a large mosquito or two that looked scrumptious, but by the time Chomper got close they managed to fly away. Chomper shouted into the sky in frustration unintelligibly. “I just want something to eat!”

Unable to think of anything else, Chomper pressed on his Crawlie hunt. He was supposed to meet and play with some of his friends that morning, but any thoughts of them were interrupted by a grumble of the belly. While usually this tuned his mind back to squishy worms or buzzing beetles, Chomper instead kept his mind’s eye on his friends as drool trickled through his teeth. He marched on, humming a familiar little tune to himself as he went, senses all focused on any bug or worm he could sink his teeth into. He lost himself in the hunt and his rather imaginative thoughts, which were subconsciously pondering just how good his friends would taste…

After several hours of persevering on his hunt and distracting himself with friendly food thoughts, Chomper was rewarded: A big, fat, slimy, juicy worm had made its way out of the earth and was crawling along several large, interspersed rocks. “Finally!” Chomper exclaimed, immediately sinking down to creep along the ground stealthily. In just a moment he would be sucking down a fat wriggling worm and would finally have the full belly he’d been chasing all morning–

“Chomper Chomper! Lookie lookie!” A squeaky voice penetrated the stealthy silence. Petrie the Pterodactyl glided down from above, something shiny in a claw. Chomper flinched from the interruption, and the worm, sensing the presence of a large flying thing above, immediately dove for a crevice between the rocks. “Look what Petrie found, Chomper!”

“No!” Chomper yawned his jaws wide and lunged for the escaping worm. His teeth clacked down on air just as he saw the backside of the worm slither between the cracks, out of sight and out of reach from the starving Sharptooth. Petrie landed beside, and glanced from the crack to his friend in rapid succession. Chomper reached in vain for the cracks in the rocks with his tiny arms, but Petrie was rather insistent on showing off his prize to his friend. Chomper fell back onto his tail as the tiny winged dino darted in front and held something aloft in his wings. The shiny stone made Chomper squint.

“Lookit! Lookit this shiny rock!” Petrie declared proudly. “Isn’t it something! It’ll bring good luck to you me and all our friends I’m sure!”

“Not now, Petrie!” Chomper snarled, pushing past the smaller dino with his snout. “I’m trying to catch breakfast!” Petrie was undeterred, however, giggling while Chomper pressed his snout to the rock and vainly snaked his tongue down below, tail up and swaying behind him for balance.

“Maybe you could use some luck!” Petrie insisted, bouncing around to once more encumber Chomper’s view with the shiny rock in his claws. “Just hold onto this for a while and you’ll get double maybe triple breakfast for all days!” Chomper did his best to ignore Petrie, once again pushing him out of the way with his snout, but the little Pterodactyl was insistent. After the third interruption Chomper gave up and rose up to a neutral standing position, groaning and baring his teeth at no-one in particular. Petrie took a moment to peek down into the hole where the worm had vanished down into and tut-tutted with his beak. “Aw shucks, that Crawlie went and got away! That’s bad luck Chomper! If you had this rock maybe you would’ve gotten him!” Petrie looked up with a big smile at his dismayed friend.

“Petrie...” Chomper growled through bared teeth, though a very audible grrrrwwwwn interrupted his thoughts. He put his claws to his belly, feeling it vibrate from the intense hunger pangs, and rubbed it gently. “I’m so hungry, and that… Crawlie got away cuz of you!”

Petrie balked. “Me?”

“Yes you! I would’ve had a fat delicious Crawlie if you didn’t fly down and get in the way!”

“Are you sure? I think you needed the rock to catch the Crawlie, yep!” Petrie insisted with a rapid nod-nod. Another tummy-rumble made Chomper groan, and Petrie tilt his head in curiosity. “You look pretty hungry! Want to keep looking? With the rock this time?”

Chomper looked up from nursing his empty stomach to glare at Petrie, who stood with the stone offered up once more, grinning. A glint flashed across Chomper’s eyes, thoughts of wondering how tasty his friends would be returning. Chomper growled, lips quivering, pent-up drool slobbering down to his chin and dripping. Petrie’s smile faltered when the young Sharptooth towered over him, having seen that hungry glare from a full-grown Sharptooth too many times for comfort. “Ch-Ch-Chomper?” Petrie squeaked. Before he could blink, Chomper snapped, and deadly jaws yawned open before Petrie, dripping and smelly with a wet gullet winking in the back. Petrie got out half a squeal before the hungry Tyrannosaurs Rex jaws sank down over his petite form and clenched shut with a loud snap! Petrie instantly filled those jaws with the bulk of his body plastered against the writhing, squishy tongue, able to see everything with the shiny stone settling against a tooth-lined cheek. “Yahhh!”

Chomper didn’t know what had come over him. One moment Petrie was there, and the next, he wasn’t… The tiny Pterodactyl was lodged in his jaws! Chomper slowly lifted his head up, tail silently twitching behind him, not loosening his grip on his friend one little bit. All that was visible of Petrie were his wings, twitching and flailing what little they could outside leathery, slimy lips. The rest of him was completely trapped in the mouth of a very hungry carnivore! Chomper vaguely heard Petrie squealing and yelling to be let out, the flying dino fighting for his little life. Chomper had found the situation much more calming, however, with his tongue exploding from the flavors and texture of the Sharptooth’s first real taste of fresh, squirming, scaly meat. Only the back of his mind registered that he was in the process of eating one of his friends alive, with the rest of his being focused entirely on sating a long-waiting hunger. “Mmmm…” Chomper hummed, with his tongue bending and slapping up and around Petrie’s trapped form.

Petrie himself was in a tizzy, barely comprehending that Chomper had chomped him! The glow of the rock showcased the entirety of the hot, smelly maw to the trapped dino, revealing goopy drool pocketed about a constantly-squirming tongue. That muscle’s sole job seemed to be to coat Petrie in as much Sharptooth slobber as possible, with the tip constantly buffeting his backside and the rest rubbing fervently against this wings and scales. “Chomper!” Petrie choked out between bouts and bashes from the tongue. “S-stop this! I’m not your breakfast! Crawlies are! Crawlies!” But all Petrie heard in response (if it was even in response to his pathetic pleading) was the continued murmur of delight from the feasting Sharptooth. Chomper himself seemed perfectly content to dine on his friend, even trying to cup his tongue under Petrie to pull the rest of him in between those sharp teeth! Petrie yelped and tried clamping the claws on his wingtips against the wet lips, doing whatever he could to stop himself from being eaten alive. For the moment it seemed to be working, although chomper wasn’t pushing too hard with the tongue yet.

Chomper’s distracting thoughts were keeping Petrie’s fate at bay. The Sharptooth’s mind was reeling from the sheer impact of what true meat tasted like. Not the flimsy flavors of bugs or slimy textures of worms, but true, filling, delectable taste that could only come from that of a full-blooded reptile! Chomper’s murmurings continued along with his working jaws, with Petrie’s protruding wings still twitching about fitfully. When he wasn’t complimenting Petrie’s flavors, the Pterodactyl could hear Chomper breathing heavily through his nostrils, and could feel no air at all from within the active muzzle. Petrie’s attention was rapidly diverted from that, though, to the tongue that painted him in a fresh wave of smelly Sharptooth drool. Petrie groaned in disgust as he was now drizzled in the goopy fluid, barely able to separate himself from the tongue in any capacity.

The elongated tasting session wasn’t doing him any favors either, and before long he was too tired to protest physically. Chomper noticed those twitching wingtips go limp, dripping with hot drool and no longer fighting for survival. This sealed the deal for Chomper, who took his opportunity to greedily slurp the rest of Petrie into his jaws. Only then did he hear his friend’s cries not to be eaten alive. He blinked, some semblance of rationality returning, and he actually made to spit Petrie out... Before a thundering groooooowln from his gut made a much more-convincing argument! That combined with the exquisite meaty taste Petrie provided sealed the Pterodactyl’s fate for good. “No… N-noooo–” HGLOURK! Chomper devoured Petrie on the spot, the former friend bulging down his neck and stretching out his belly a fair amount. Things grew dark for the terrified Petrie as the shiny stone remained lodged near the back of the mouth, between sharp teeth. He plunged into the dark, slimy confines of the stomach and was left to marinate in the inert acids before digestion would kick in. “Ch-Chomper…”

“Ahhhh!” Chomper sat down with his tail wagging happily, belly sprawled between his legs and giving a faint gurgle of approval. With his skinny arms Chomper rubbed into his finally-sated tummy, appreciating the faint groans and muffled cries from within. “Finally, breakfast!” Chomper was content to just sit there for a while and bask in the feelings of being so full on the kind of food his kind was designed to devour, and for several minutes he did so without interruption. Within the stomach Petrie batted against the squishy stomach walls, Chomper not even feeling them. Petrie flailed his wings and hollered out, any words reduced to something unintelligible. The sated Tyrannosaurs heard another groan emanate from within, which produced the loudest protesting shout yet from his innards. Chomper slipped his claws under his belly and rubbed it from below, even hefting it up a little to let it flop back to earth.

The rather content little Sharptooth wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up at his home, so he was surprised when he saw a familiar waddling little dino headed for him. “Chomper! There’s you!” It was Ducky! Chomper shot a guilty look down at his belly and made to shift around to hide it from the encroaching Saurolophus. He noted Ducky staring at his widened belly, his mission a failure. “Oooh!” she ogled, hopping right over one of his sprawled legs and putting paws to it. “You get big big breakfast?”

Chomper hemmed and hawed. “N-not exactly! You see…” Though he stopped when a particularly noticeable squeal and gurgle called out from the stomach at the same time. Chomper winced and made to rub at his belly sides, using circular motions. Ducky took the wince as something else.

“Oh Ducky sees! You have tummy ache!”

“...Yeah, that’s it!” Chomper latched to the little one’s misunderstanding. He played his tongue about his teeth nervously, and felt the stupid rock Petrie had been so desperate to show him still lodged in his jaws. “Actually, I have a tooth ache too. And you know it’s bad when a Sharptooth gets a toothache!”

Ducky looked crestfallen. “Oh no! No wonder you didn’t show up to play!” She promptly stood up as high as her hinds would allow attempting to peer into the clamped-shut jaws. “I can help, maybe?” Chomper stared down at his friend, Ducky smiling innocently up at the child Tyrannosaurs. He figured she’d fit neatly in his jaws given the opportunity, and she was giving him one.

“Sure,” he said, trying to act nonchalant as he spread his jaws wide open before her. Ducky flinched a little as drool strung about top and bottom teeth slithered down his lip and dripped to the ground, but peered inward nevertheless. She could see the shiny stone deep, nearly under the tongue and burrowed against the bottom-right tooth.

“Oh I see!” she exclaimed, front paws on Chomper’s lips as she bounced excitedly. She started to reach inward. “Ducky just has to… reach…”

URRRP!

Chomper’s eyes widened and Ducky fell onto her back from the blast of the belch. She coughed and sputtered. “Oh ew, gross icky burp!” She waved a paw before her snout.

“Sorry!” Chomper stood and leaned down to help Ducky up, the two clasping claws and Ducky regaining footing. “Could you try again? Promise I won’t do that again! It just slipped out.” Ducky spent another moment clearing the air, swearing the scent among the foul-smelling odor had a hint of familiarity to it. But she nodded with a smile.

“Okay! Just don’t do that again!” she reminded, and when Chomper’s jaws opened again, he made sure to breathe through his nose. With him standing up, she had to climb onto a nearby rock to be eye level with the taller dino. Ducky was now on level ground with the offered Sharptooth tongue, and she gingerly stepped over the bottom row of teeth onto the squishy wet thing. She grimaced and kept low, but managed not to hurt herself as she proceeded. Chomper looked down at Ducky, the meatier-than-Petrie dino all-but-offering herself as seconds.

And, Chomper realized, despite his sagging belly looking more full than it had for some time, he was still hungry.

“Thought I saw rock but can’t see anymore!” Ducky informed. The stone was now obscured completely by the tongue.

“Eeher,” Chomper prompted. Ducky managed to understand that (“deeper”) and agreed, both her feet now settled at the tip of the tongue. Her head was lowered and brushed against the back of the tongue on accident. She hardly noticed the resulting production of more drool pooling around the bottom of the jaws, Chomper rolling his eyes in bliss. She tasted even better than Petrie! He could see her upraised tail just beyond his snout. Petrie, who’d been fitfully begging for Ducky to get help for some time, suddenly felt the whole stomach shake and grumble around him. And he knew what that meant.

“Ducky! Run!” Ducky, her head nearing the back of the throat, managed to hear more than a muffled cry from Petrie. She peered over the edge of the tongue and stared down the partially-illuminated throat. “H-help!” Her eyes widened as she put 2 and 2 and 2 together: The bulging stomach, the familiar scent, and now the recognizable voice…

“Chomper ate Petrie!”

Chomper, who was already convinced to go for seconds, heard Ducky’s realization and decided to give in in to his urges. Ducky’s head snapped around just in time to see the jaws slowly collapse together. She squealed in place as her hinds slipped to either side of the tongue, her butt straddling the squishy thing. All light from the outside world cut out when Chomper’s lips sealed shut, leaving a terrified green tail to swish about with the rest of Ducky trapped in his jaws! “Mmmmffff! Hllllp!”

Chomper watched Ducky’s tail slap back and forth with no small amount of amusement, though he felt a twang of guilt at that feeling. “Sorry Ducky,” he managed to mumble around his still-shut jaws. The apology did little to assuage the horrified Ducky’s current state, with her pounding against the tongue and, like Petrie before, crying out for Chomper to not devour her.

Not that he actually meant it when he said it anyway.

“Chomper! No! Don’t eat me up!” The little Sharptooth, however, had no intentions on letting his second breakfast escape. His mind was encompassed entirely by his primal urge to feed, and Chomper was hardly the friendly Sharptooth his friends had come to know at this point. His tongue constantly shifted about her underside, from chest to belly, under her tail and over her rear end and legs. Chomper drooled more than he had before, eyes rolling once again. This is what is must’ve been like for his friends whenever they ate those icky greens they loved so much. He was finally eating like a true dino. A true Sharptooth. And he was enjoying every moment of it. Even as he heard Ducky’s cries, he only considered her a big, fat, juicy meal for him to consume, and nothing more.

Ducky struggled against the constantly-squirming tongue with no avail. Chomper thoroughly tasted and sampled her, and his belly seemed to be an unending series of groans and gurgles. Petrie yelped as the acids he’d been immersed in started to itch. The mere taste of Ducky was kicking his stomach up! Ducky sent a whimpering squeal down the throat, and that was all the confirmation Petrie needed that he would be receiving company soon. Chomper was set to taste and sample Ducky for the rest of the day, she was so good. It was an unending series of flavor and squishy temptation that he’d yet to experience in his young life, and the puddles of drool draining out from his lips was proof-enough of that! “Mmm mmm mmm! Mrrmrr…” he continued, watching that panicked tail swish and sway futilely.

“Chomper? Chomper, where are you?”

For the third time that day, Chomper was being sought out. The feasting Sharptooth recognized that voice as well, and it would be no good for his caretaker, Ruby, to catch him with a friend’s tail sticking out of his mouth! Without hesitation, his lips puckered around that tail and slurrrrrrrp’d it up, it wriggling like a noodle before vanishing into the jaws. Ducky cried out when her tail was squashed against her own body and her form was rapidly ushered towards that scary throat. She scrabbled every which way to try and stop her from ending up as Chomper Chow, but it was useless: Chomper tilted his head up and back, tipping his tongue up against Ducky’s butt and forcing her to the roof of his mouth. He clenched his eyes shut and gulped Ducky down in one thick, squelching GLOURK! Her bulges, thicker than Petrie’s, sluiced down his neck and distended his belly further, with the shiny rock tumbling down along with her. She was squashed uncomfortably into the stomach onto Petrie, the two seeing each other and the stinking, acidic fluids now surrounding the two. Chomper licked and smacked his lips and just let his engorged scaly belly sag outward, with its occupants hugging to each other and squealing for deal life.

Ruby the Fast Runner, tall plump and pink, poked her head around the place Chomper called home. “Chomper?” she called again after getting no answer, before spotting the rather satisfied-looking Sharptooth. He was still licking his lips, stomach looking quite full. She couldn’t help but laugh. “There you are! Someone woke up with a big appetite! Catch a lot of tasty crawlies?”

Chomper looked up to Ruby and put on his best innocent smile, licking his lips once more. “Not many! Just two! They were so big and delicious… I can’t wait to have more!” His smile became more fixed as the collective pleads from his gurgling belly echoed out in muffled tones. As he hoped, Ruby could only hear his stomach digesting away his breakfast. She even reached down with her paws to rub and swish his sagging gut about! Ducky and Petrie groaned and shivered, their forms mushed and squashed about with the cocktail of enzymes and saliva flowing all about them. The shiny “lucky” stone of Petrie’s pressed painfully between them.

“Shiny rock bad… Not lucky…” Petrie bemoaned, having given up.

“Help! Ruby help us!” Ducky attempted, Ruby kept the rubs going unabated. Chomper leaned forward with his tail upraised for balance and sighed contently at the belly rubs, though Ruby only kept at it for a moment or so.

“Well since you’ve had a big breakfast, why don’t you come play with me?” Ruby offered, beckoning. Chomper eagerly nodded. The two bipeds lumbered off, Chomper enjoying the sensations of his belly sloshing, gurgling, and swaying about so. He’d never felt so full or content after a meal!

Ducky and Petrie were left to their fates as Chomper’s breakfast. He and Ruby played all afternoon and even into part of the evening. All during the day the noises of digestion grew louder and stronger, with Ducky and Petrie reduced to barely-conscious bulges in the carnivore’s stomach. Acidic fluids soon took up full occupancy of the protruding gut, leaving the two small dinos to fall unconscious among it all. Chomper had completely forgotten about the two, especially since they were no longer able to remind him of their existence, strong gurrrrrns and chrrrrgles ringing out in their stead. It wasn’t until Ruby herself got hungry did he remember what exactly he had for breakfast.

“Phew, wish I could keep up with you, Chomper! Never seen you with this much energy!”

“Well… My breakfast was very good!”

“I see,” Ruby giggled, then put a paw to her own gut. “Well I’m famished, myself. You have a good night okay?”

“Sure. See you, Ruby!” he called, waving her off. When she was gone, he turned and made for home. He half-waddled along the way, looking down at himself: What was once a great bulging mass on his belly was reduced to a simple pudgy paunch, not so much as a scale of his friends remaining. He rubbed against the softness and pressed into it, feeling a faint gurgle rumble in his tummy as a result. “Ahh… You two were the most filling meals ever,” he commented, about halfway home and it nearing dark already. He gathered against a rock and stroked over his pudgy belly despite the lateness. “Guess you leaf eaters are food after all.”

Chomper contently rubbed himself for a bit, only pausing when he felt something bubble up his throat. His splayed his jaws out and belched rudely, flinging saliva and that lucky shiny rock out. The acid-washed stone shined brighter than ever, and Chomper (after washing it off in a puddle nearby) collected it for himself. “You know what? You are a lucky rock,” he concluded. After all, it brought him his greatest meals to date!

He looked around in the night, easily able to see the path ahead. Lucky indeed. “Even the dark is scared of you, little rock!” Chomper laughed, making the rest of the journey home with ease. Along the way, he sang a little song to himself, one that his friends had shared. When he got to the part about Cera – his chubby Triceratops friend – he gave pause. Wonder how she tastes? Chewy? Tender? Mmmm... Definitely will be a juicy meal! Chomper’s thoughts lingered on Cera as he continued ambling home, content with the meals he was given, and knowing that he potentially had more to come in the future.

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