“Spike?......” repeated Rarity in a skittish squeaky tone as the unicorn’s throat tensed as something seemed off with her mate. The words appearing to fall on deaf ears as Spike’s face contorted into what looked like a sneer as he continued to stare at Rarity with a gaze like razor blades. The sight enough to give Rarity pause, as she was not used to the menacing demeanour from her normally cuddly crush, and for a second thought the dragon was pulling a prank on her well-placed trust.

This look shifting into shock in an instant when Spike slowly parting his lips gradually widened into a large gap to the symphony of moist sounds as saliva strands snapped in his sodden maw. The drool dripping like treacle as it was thick with enzymes as if the Spikes biology was lubricating his oesophagus to a slick standard sufficient for the pretty pony on his lap to smoothly ride his oral slip and slide to the stomach. The large lips creating a framed threshold that gave Rarity a great view of the back of his throbbing throat as it seemed to pulse hypnotically as if waving at the rapidly growing concerned mare as it beckoned her to explore past the back of the throat into the slow fall to the gut that she currently had her hooves resting on. The look of confused terror washing over Rarity’s face as a part of her willed to scream, as Spike’s silence caused a shiver to run up her spine as her instincts told he was not looking at her as a person, but simply an object to claim like a hawk might a mouse. The stoic silence prompting Rarity to mewl as the animus atmosphere grew unbearable for her tender sensibilities. The mare opening her mouth, but the shrill sound was gagged in her lithe throat, as terror took her and Rarity could only look at the spear-like fangs of her supposed friend and realize that for the first time the sweet smile looked down on her with a threatening shadow.

Rarity’s eyes going wider as if she was staring at her natural predator, a pit in her stomach giving a strange feeling of helplessness as she saw the mandibles before her flex to the sheen of the sabre sized pearly whites. The mare like a deer in the headlights as with a jolt as swift as lightning the gaping mouth descended on her startled form like a comet. A yelp stirring in Rarity as she was abruptly struck by the claggy contours of the domed maw, the sensation like a gummy vaulted ceiling as she was rudely shunted into the oral cavity to the spurt of spittle as she was laid out on the twitching tongue.

Rarity just letting out a high pitched meep, not a dramatic scream but a primal sound of distress that an animal only makes to warn its ilk that it was in the thrall of an apex predator to perhaps warn its kin of the peril so that they might avoid the same senseless capitulation to the food chain that the petrified pony was about to experience….

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O' No, looks like Rarity is about to have a bad time with a grown-up and very much hungry Spike. The mare now getting a good look at the tight tunnel she is going to slip down as a mewling lump of lagging mare meat. Guess it serves the damsel in distress right for playing with a dragon.

The second part of my 7 image commission I got from LennonBlack, who can be found here: https://derpibooru.org/profiles/LennonBlack .

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/580473

Part two: You are here

Part three: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581416

Part 3.5: https://aryion.com/g4/view/590699

Part four: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581421

Part five: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581442

Part six: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581449

Part seven: https://aryion.com/g4/view/581456

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