Double-Stuffed Donkey

By Bianchi

Getting hit on by two cute guys at the bar? It was nothing Jeremy hadn’t experienced countless times before. Angel dragons were, after all, quite desirable.

Having a threesome with a cute bottom sandwiched between two big-dicked tops? A rare, but not uncommon treat.

Hell, even being asked to snowball his load with a slutty sub wasn’t unheard of.

But being crammed, face-first and kicking, into the wet, squelching gullet that he had so eagerly lubricated with his own seed? That was something that the terrified angel dragon had never experienced.



Jeremy’s pleas for mercy were muffled as he was pressed into the sweltering, acidic chamber of Bianchi’s stomach. Hot, humid, and smelling like a meat-spoiled swamp, the donkey’s gut barely gave an inch as Jeremy was squeezed into a fetal position, his beautifully preened wings painfully snapping like dry twigs as the walls crushed in around him, balling him up into the wad of donkey chow he now was.

Tears streamed down Jeremy’s muzzle as his own cum--frothy and boiling as it mixed with the stomach acid--filled his nostrils. The mixture burned in his lungs, even as it melted fur from his flesh and dissolved his broken, hallow-boned wings into chyme.

The angel dragon's spine threatened to crack as the world around him shook violently, the loud, feral grunts of the roobat could be heard through the fatty flesh of the donkey’s belly as he rutted the ass with a vigor unknown.

Jeremy howled in pain, each violent buck rubbing his raw flesh like sandpaper against the acid-lined walls of the donkey's ever-tightening gut. Weakly thrashing for a survival that would never come, the angel dragon’s protests only served to egg the monstrous creatures on, the two preds in hedonistic bliss as they reveled in their victim’s pathetic suffering.

A guttural moan and orgasmic bray joined alongside deafening digestive plops and gurgles as Jeremy craned his neck for a sliver of noxious air above the acidic chyme, his fleshy prison constricting like a python and snapping the angel dragon’s neck like a wishbone in a vice as the donkey and roobat came in unison.

Thick, viscous cum pumped into the murderous chamber cradling Jeremy's broken, mangled body, the roobat’s virile seed packed to bursting in the donkey’s bowels before overflowing into his gut and rising above the angel dragon's terrified, bloodshot eyeballs.

This, Jeremy thought, as his mind grew as dim and unfeeling as his body, is how it ends. Not in a heroic blaze of glory, or even the calm of old age; but drowned--crippled and sobbing--in a pool of roobat jizz, being melted down into donkey fat.

A lifetime of love, hopes, and dreams, snuffed out and sacrificed for a roobat’s orgasm and a donkey’s dinner. His once beautiful, immaculately-sculpted body liquefied into a meaty, pulpy slurry; sucked dry and deposited as another layer of fat on the donkey's prodigious hide. The last of his worthless, nutrient-leached remains destined to clog the pipes of a chain-store bathroom and never heard from again.

He would have screamed, had the acid not already dissolved his vocal cords...

-End

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Art comes courtesy of the ever-talented eskaria145

Veyen belongs to GFM on FA.

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