"White's First Meal"
  A vorish angel story.
  by Angel
 This had to be the strangest dragon she had ever seen. He was relatively small
for a dragon, slightly more than twice her own size. His scales were white,
almost as bright and pure as her feathers, and his eyes were red, marking him
as an extremely rare albino dragon. Also, the typical draconic bat-like wings
were missing. But the strangest thing had to be his diet. Angelissa just
couldn't believe her eyes! This dragon was eating grass and leaves! She
rubbed her eyes but it was still there, quietly munching on a mouthful of
grass. Shaking her head in disbelief, she decided to drop her invisibility
spell and make her presence known.
 The dragon was quite startled to see Angelissa materialize out of nowhere.
"Yikes!", he exclaimed as he leapt backwards, "Where did you come from? Who
are you?"
Angelissa bowed slightly, her four white-feathered wings in plain sight,
"I'm Angelissa, and I have been watching you for a while."
The albino dragon blinked, "Watching me? Why?"
Angelissa smiled sweetly, "Because I thought dragons were carnivores, but
you don't seem to be."
The dragon sighed softly and lowered his head, "It's... because I'm a runt."
Angelissa quirked a brow, "A runt?"
The dragon sighed and nodded, "Yes. I hatched from a red dragon egg, but I
have been small and white from the beginning. My mother decided I was a
failure and... chased me out..."
Angelissa sighed, "I see... That's horrible. But why do you eat plants?"
The dragon explained, "Because I was never taught how to hunt. I wasn't even
given a name... Besides, I'm too small to be a good predator..."
Angelissa smiled as a thought dawned upon her, "You know... I think I might
be able to help you..."
The albino blinked, "Really? How?"
Angelissa smiled warmly, "It's like this. What you see of me is a mortal body,
but I am really an immortal spirit. You may find this odd, but I like to
occasionally feed my mortal self to a hungry animal..."
The dragon gasped in surprise, "So you want me... to eat you?"
Angelissa nodded, giggling, "That's the idea. I'm very nutricious, and I
assure you it will help you greatly. Besides, I digest far better than plants
do."
The dragon shook its head, "But... you'll be dead..."
Angelissa grins, "No silly. I told you I'm really a spirit, no? The only
thing that will be dead is my body. As long as my spirit remains intact,
I can return any time I like. Don't worry, I have done it many times before."
 Slowly, the albino dragon looked her over, from her cute angelic face over
her voluptuous winged body, down to her bare feet, and then all the way back
up again. And he noticed he couldn't help lick his lips at the thought of
consuming her.
He nodded, "Alright Angelissa, you're on. But before I eat you, I have a
favor to ask... Please give me a name..."
 Angelissa nodded, "Alright... It may not be too good a name, but all I can
think of is White."
The dragon smiled, "White it is, then. Well, how are we going to do this?"
Angelissa smiled, "Alright, listen up. You're indeed pretty small for a
dragon so I'll be a tight fit. You should start at my head, then slowly down
my shoulders. At that point, you push my wings tightly to my body and gulp
my head down, then my shoulders. You'd better swallow my breasts one by one,
they're pretty big. My waist shouldn't be a problem, as you can see I'm
pretty slender there. I think my hips will be the hardest part, you'd best
try a combination of swallowing and pushing on my legs. Once you're past
that, just push my legs together and you'll find I will simply slide down
into you. Got it?"
By now, White was drooling, "I think so... Thank you, Angelissa."
Angelissa grins, "Looks like you're pretty eager to start... But before we
do, I think you should lick my wings until they're soaked. I'll be easier to
swallow, and you'll have time to get used to my taste..."
 Angelissa turned her back and sat down. Almost immediately, she felt a wet
forked slither over her upper right wing, soaking her feathers and taking
some loose ones with it.
"Mmm, your feathers are sweet.", White commented before he began licking
again. Angelissa simply murred and slowly slid out of her robe. Her upper
right wing was now dripping with saliva and her new draconic friend started
on the lower one. By the time that one was soaked, the dragon's belly was
gurgling softly and he eagerly started on the upper left wing, tasting the
feathers as his tongue slithered over them. He didn't waste time and soon
Angelissa's lower left wing was coated as well.
Angelissa smiled and got up, "Time to get started for real."
 White picked her up by the waist and opened his maw wide. Angelissa looked
at the sharp fangs and the wet, dark tunnel beyond.
"Pretty tight.", she thought, but didn't say out loud, "I hope I fit between
those fangs."
The dragon looked at her one last time, then thrust her head between his
fangs like she had told him to do. She did fit between, and murred as she
felt the familiar feeling of a warm throat. She felt White clumsily trying
to fold her wings, and helped him, pulling them tightly against her back.
The warm throat opened, and slowly her head slid inside. It was really a
tight fit. She felt her breasts scrape over the lower fangs, and couldn't
help getting hard nipples from it.
 White followed her instructions, pushing her shoulders and the base of her
wings slowly into his gullet. Peristaltic muscles grabbed her now, but her
breasts were a problem. White cleverly employed his slender tongue though,
pushing them down one by one. Suddenly, she quickly slid down quite some
distance as her narrow waist entered the soft throat. The first obstacle
had been taken. She could feel White sitting down, and decided to relax
herself.
 After a few minutes of rest, White got up again. Taking a firm hold on
Angelissa's shapely legs, he braced himself and pushed and swallowed at
the same time. Her hips didn't move an inch. Groaning, he tried again,
pushing strongly and gulping. Still, nothing moved. Now how was he ever
going to get his throat to stretch wide enough for his tasty meal?
From inside him came a muffled advice, "Tip your head back, swallow me
upside down... That will align your throat and also let gravity help."
He nodded, and tilted his head backwards. He pushed and gulped. There was
some movement, but not enough. Encouraged, he shut his eyes and gave it
all he had. His throat stretched almost painfully, but then there was a
plopping sound. He opened his eyes just in time to see Angelissa's sexy
legs disappear down in his maw.
 He could feel her entirely in his gullet, even see her as a bulge when he
looked down his neck. He swallowed a final time, and clearly felt Angelissa
slide all the way down into his body, until she made his scaly tummy bulge
like it had never done before.
 Rolling on his back, he rubbed over his full belly. Under the scales, he
could clearly feel Angelissa's form, curled up inside him like a baby. Even
her wings could be noticed. She was still alive too, he could occasionally
feel her wriggle inside him as she changed her position somewhat. Suddenly
he heard her voice. It wasn't muffled like one would expect, but clear as
crystal. It took a moment for him to realize she was speaking directly into
his mind.
 "I will die soon, so I have little time.", she said, "Listen, once I am
completely digested, I want you to take my robe and go north. A red dragon
lives there, he's a friend of mine. Tell him I send you, and ask him to
teach you how to hunt. I'm sure he will help you out."
The dragon nodded, "Yes, Angelissa... But you're going to die... Are you
sure you'll be alright?"
Angelissa giggled into his mind, "Don't worry about me, we will meet again.
You'd better sleep a while. Your stomach is already churning around me,
I will be digested soon. I promise you will feel so much better in the
morning..."
The dragon nodded with a sigh, "Alright Angelissa. You're a real friend.
I don't want to think of you as dead, so I'll just say sleep tight..."
Angelissa smiled mentally, "Alright, you too."
 Inside the hot sack that was the dragon's stomach, Angelissa closed her eyes
after tenderly severing her mental link to the dragon's mind. Stomach acid
already coated her soft body entirely, tingling as it ate away her hair,
feathers and skin. The hungry belly was churning like a cement mixer, happy
to finally have a meal it could digest properly. She lost the feeling of her
arms, legs and wings and knew they were gone, melted away in the digestive
juices. A smile briefly crossed her face before it was eaten away as well.
Her soft body melted rapidly like butter in a frying pan, but only when her
still beating heart was dissolved did her spirit finally depart the pool of
nutritients she had become.
 White awoke the next morning, feeling well-rested and better fed than ever
before. Angelissa was gone, his scaly tummy empty. Her robe was still where
she left it, proving that it wasn't a dream. As he rolled over and got up,
he noticed he had changed. He felt stronger than ever before, and he had
grown a double pair of scaly wings almost as beautiful as Angelissa's
feathered ones.
 Smiling, he picked up her robe, and with a muttered, "Thank you, Angelissa.",
he spread his four new wings in search of the red dragon Angelissa had spoken
about.