Warning: This story involves scenes of oral vore and graphic digestion. If this is not your thing then stop reading now. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Spyro. Spyro is property of Activision.

Spyro Gets Gulped

Things didn't look good. Spyro had not expected Ripto's little pet to put up such a big fight. He had grown accustomed to torching incompetent enemies, such as Gnasty Gnorc and his lackeys. But Gulp was something else; Between trying to crush him under its tremendous weight and firing balls of electricity from the cannons strapped to its back, the behemoth was proving to be a troublesome foe. Spyro took a quick glance at Sparx to check his condition; The poor little guy was looking a bit green... literally.

He had to end this fast. He scanned the arena-like chamber, and as luck would have it, he spied a pterodactyl dropping off an egg behind the beast. He watched with anticipation as the egg cracked open, revealing... a rocket! Yes, that's just what he needed to deal with this lumbering giant. He made a dash towards the explosive munition, but ground to a halt as he heard the tell-tale sound of the electro-cannon powering up. He had learned the hard way that Gulp was actually intelligent enough to lead his target, requiring the dragon the dart and weave whenever the cannon's sights were set on him. Fortunately he stopped just in time to avoid a ball of energy which crashed down in front of him.

Spyro grunted in frustration as he waited for the electricity to disperse. The blasts may have only lasted a fraction of a second, but that was an eternity on the battlefield. His target was so close, but he couldn't risk another electric shock; He had to be patient. Finally the route was clear, and Spyro continued his charge. However Gulp seemed to pick up on his plan. Suddenly the beast turned around and ATE the rocket he was going for! But that wasn't the end of it, things only got worse from there. Gulp turned back to face the dragon, his cheeks puffed up just like when Spyro was ready to spit something from his mouth. No, he wouldn't! Unfortunately Spyro's fears were realized when the behemoth spat the rocket out, the projectile turned against the one it was meant to help. Spyro quickly turned tail and ran from the explosive, but it was no use. The rocket was locked on and was faster than him; It was a losing battle as the gap between the two slowly closed. Eventually the warhead made contact, bursting into a fiery explosion that sent the dragon reeling across the floor.

"Ha ha! Yes! Yes!" Ripto cheered, reveling in his impeding victory "Now finish him off, Gulp!"

Spyro shook his head, attempting to throw off the shock of impact. Sparx was nowhere to be seen; The dragonfly must have given his last to protect him from the blast. Spyro tried to get back to his feet, but he simply didn't have the strength left. He heard Gulp's thunderous steps closing in behind him. He closed his eyes, expecting to be crushed under the beast's incredible girth... But instead he felt something warm and slimy close around the drill bit of his tail. His eyes shot open, and he turned back to find his tail trailing up and between the monster's lips.

"H-Hey, just what do you think you're doing?!" he exclaimed in shock.

"Well duh, Why do you think I call him 'Gulp', you imbecile?" Ripto berated him.

"Lips off, lizard breath! This dragon isn't on the menu!" Spyro demanded, still trying to sound tough despite his weakened state.

The beast wasn't deterred though, and to Spyro's horror began to slurp up more of his tail. He dug his claws into the ground, desperate to halt his advance towards that ravenous maw.

Ripto could see the fear in Spyro's eyes as the helpless dragon was slowly pulled towards his demise "You should have minded your own business, dragon. Now your going to see what happens to those who cross me. And with you out of the way, there will be nothing standing between me and my glorious Riptonia!" He gloated triumphantly.

Spyro and Gulp's little tug of war dragged on for several minutes. Gulp would slurp up some of the dragon's tail then suck on it lazily, savoring the rare and exotic taste. Spyro would then try to pull himself free, usually only succeeding in removing a couple of inches before the process repeated itself. Gulp was in no hurry to finish his meal, but Ripto was growing tired of the tediously slow pace.

"Quit playing with your food, and just finish him already!" He barked impatiently.

Gulp groaned in disappointment, but obeyed. He suddenly flicked his head upward, releasing the tail and sending his meal soaring skyward. As Spyro tumbled through the air, he could see the beast waiting below him, mouth wide open, ready to catch its falling prey. He was powerless to stop it, and could only flail uselessly as the abyssal maw drew closer. Ripto was on the edge of his seat, his grin growing ever wider as he watched the dragon plummet towards his doom. For an instant, time seemed to stand still, locked on the suspenseful scene, and then... SNAP! The jaws closed shut around the dragon, trapping him within the monster's maw. Then, true to his namesake, the beast swallowed, pulling the dragon down whole and alive with a single mighty gulp.

Spyro's world changed in an instant. The vibrant scenery around him was suddenly shrouded in darkness; The fresh clean air, replaced by warm putrid breath; And the open arena reduced to crushing walls of slick slimy flesh. But even these surroundings were short lived. with a sudden disorienting lurch, Spyro was squeezed through an even tighter tube of flesh, and deposited into a cramped acrid chamber. He splashed down in a shallow pool of vile fluids and various other mystery bits. But it was no mystery where he was now. This was the monster's stomach, a place where countless meals had met their end; And now he was one of them. Immediately the caustic air made his nose burn and scrunch in disgust.

"Oh man, what have you been feeding this guy?! It smells nasty in here." Spyro complained, clinging to his wit to ward off panic.

"That smell is going to be the least of your worries, dragon." Ripto's retort came, barely heard through the thick stomach walls.

Spyro struggled for footing upon the slick malleable flesh, causing him to splash about in the foul stomach contents until he finally reached some semblance of stability. He wasn't finished yet. There was still a thing or two more he could do to try and escape. He just needed to remain calm.

"I hope you're ready for a severe case of heartburn." Spyro quipped.

He took a deep breath, preparing to unleash a jet of scorching flames, but he immediately regretted the decision. The acrid air burned his lungs, sending him into a coughing fit. Unfortunately small puffs of smoke was all he could muster as he tried to recover his breath.

"Hh-Okay, b-hh-ad idea." he choked out "But maybe this will get my point across."

Spyro pressed his sharp horns into the stomach walls, attempting to gore the beast. But the flesh was tough and surprisingly elastic. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pierce the slimy walls. After several frustrating minutes, he slumped down, panting in exhaustion. The hopelessness of his situation was finally starting to sink in. Was this really how it was going to end for him? Trapped within the belly of the beast? Destined to become nothing more than monster pudge?

He could already feel a faint tingling in his tail and claws, which had spent the most time submerged in gastric juices. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to alleviate the unpleasant sensation. But there was no escaping the corrosive slop, and the feeling only grew worse with time. The mild tingling slowly progressed into an insatiable itch as the digestive enzymes worked to break down his tough scales. Spyro fidgeted restlessly, trying to resist the urge to scratch his irritated hide. But it was only a matter of time until the itch became unbearable, and before he even knew it, the dragon subconsciously raked a claw across his paw and leg.

Spyro yelped in pain as several softened scales were easily scraped from his flesh. Gastric acid immediately invaded the fresh wound, creating an excruciating burning sensation. The poor dragon grit his teeth and fought back tears as he tried to endure the nagging pain spreading across his paw. A naive part of his mind hoped that this would be as bad as it got, but deep down he knew this was only the beginning. For hours he stewed in that caustic sludge, nursing his aching claw. Weakened scaled were beginning to flake from his body, exposing the sensitive skin underneath. Again his claws and tail had taken the brunt of it, leaving almost no protection against the stinging stomach acid.

Desperate to escape the burning pain engulfing his lower half, Spyro struggled to roll over within his tight fleshy prison. The sensation of moving his limbs was excruciating as they chafed against the stomach walls. The pain was so intense, spots flashed before him in the darkness. There was no holding back the cries of agony that escaped him while he pushed through the pain to reach his goal. Finally he was rewarded with a slosh of stinging enzymes assaulting his back. He had managed to free his feet from the caustic sludge, but was it worth it? Though the immediate pain was gone, his limbs still burned mercilessly in the acrid stomach environment. Not to mention that his back and wings were now exposed to the potent pool of digestive fluids, which would soon render them as unprotected and raw as his feet. If anything, he had only delayed the inevitable and prolonged his suffering. However the desire to avoid pain was enough to push any form of reasoning and logic aside; He would gladly do whatever it took to escape the agony of the moment, heedless of the suffering it might bring him in the future.

The hours dragged by, the burning on his back gradually rising to match his limbs. He whimpered and moaned pitifully, no longer holding back tears as the pain became unbearable. But there was nowhere to escape to this time. Almost his entire body was exposed to the harsh environment of the stomach. No matter which way he turned, at least part of him would be submerged in those stinging acids, and moving just made things that much more painful. In the end, he just curled in on himself, reduced to a quivering whimpering ball, trying to protect as much of his body as possible from the horrible digestive juices.

But it was of little use. His skin had already begun to blister and bleed while several holes had started to burn through the membrane of his wings. It was sheer agony! Just how long would this torture last?! Unfortunately for him, he had still only scratched the surface of his suffering. It would still be quite some time until the stomach acid managed to eat through his skin, and reach the tender muscles lying underneath. Those powerful muscles, which had aided Spyro in charging many an enemy, would now serve as nothing more than protein for the monstrous beast that consumed him. His body began to twitch involuntarily as the enzymes got to work breaking down the elastic tissue, drawing even further anguish from him as his raw flesh chafed together.

The pain was maddening, driving every coherent thought from the tortured dragon's mind. Gods know how long he spent rotting in that fetid pit. Time lost all meaning as he drifted between moments of painful clarity and complete insanity. Meanwhile the stomach juices had continued to eat away at his body, slowly melting scale from flesh and flesh from bone. Eventually the poor dragon was reduced to a mangled mass of molten flesh, twitching and groaning in untold agony. Bits of bone could clearly be seen through his dissolving flesh, and the membrane of his wings was all but gone. But as cruel fate would have it, his torment was still not at an end. Somehow he continued to survive, his body desperately clinging to life, even as his mind begged for death. It would not be for several more hours that he finally began to feel the merciful embrace of numbness. The stomach contents had finally breached his inner body, flooding his chest cavity with chyme. The vicious acids and enzymes began to digest his internal organs, spelling the end for the poor dragon. His consciousness began to fade and his breathing slowed as he slipping into the void, finally granting peace to his tortured soul. And as the young dragon died, Avalar's hope died with him.

******

Ripto lounged on his throne, sipping from an ornately decorated chalice.

"Ah, this is the life." the tyrant king sighed contentedly.

He looked down upon the captured Elora and Hunter, who were currently being forced to fan him. Their effort was lack luster at best, their spirits broken by the recent turn of events. Maybe they just needed a little motivation.

"Fan harder servants!" Ripto barked "That is, unless you want to join your little dragon friend over there."

In the far corner, Gulp slumbered peacefully, where groans of agony could still be heard coming from within the beast's stomach.

"Will you pipe down in there?! How am I supposed to relax with your constant whining spoiling the mood?!" Ripto shouted back in annoyance.

Elora and Hunter picked up the pace, but their heads continued to hang low in shame. They couldn't help but feel responsible for Spyro's terrible fate. After all, they were the ones who had summoned him to this world; They were the ones to ask him to fight THEIR battle. And now the poor dragon was paying the ultimate price for their weakness. Even now, they couldn't bring themselves to act for fear of suffering the same grizzly fate. Instead they resigned themselves to a lifetime of guilt and servitude. All was lost; Ripto had won.