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“I do,” affirmed Hazel confidently, as the mare expressed her matrimonial intent without a hint of hesitation from her velvety voice. The mare giving the marriage mantra she had poised and practised countless times in the bathroom mirror flawlessly, but all the repetitive rehearsals paled in comparison to saying the short statement for real. The elated equine feeling faint as though a great pressure had been relieved from her slender shoulders, leaving her trembling in excitement at the altar as any worry of her voice cracking in an embarrassing upwelling of emotion evaporated. The fear of failure fading, leaving the beaming bride proud of her prim and proper presentation under the harsh spotlight of honour she had willingly stepped under.

Hazel’s heart pounding beneath her breast, which in the sea of silent stares made her jubilation tangible, though the mare cared little as she was putting all her energy into suppressing her skittish need to squirm under the loving gaze of her friends and family focusing on her. The attention forcing the butterflies in her belly into a fluttering frenzy, as all this just cemented the fact that this marked the end of her individual mammalian existence with a simple exchange of powerful promises. The lavish civil ceremony the capstone on her single status as her entire life came to a consummate head at this moment, and she gladly played her part.

Her nervousness perceivable to her partner though, as he was all too aware that any fumble could cause his betrothed’s family to lose face. Hazel eyes glancing around in a flighty flurry as she just knew everyone was judging her, before settling on her more resolute husband, who was just gently grinning, without a single slither of doubt shining off his ruby red scales. He noticed her gaze settle on him and sensing the stress in his spouse, he gave her a soft smile to dissuade any doubts from the petite pony. This whole affair of deep importance to both their houses, and the long list of caveats that the priest had rattled off as a long-winded white noise surely did nothing to help. He was a Draxell after all, and she was just the third daughter of a lowly landed lord, so even the slightest hiccup would stir circles in the courts for months if not years, especially if the espoused equine got too emotional during the closing comments.

Draxell just gave a weak nod, the slight motion causing their eyes to meet, and for an instant time seemed to stop as they just looked into each other with a passionate peer. Hazel’s heart skipping a beat as she saw her handsome husband cock a small smile, clearly pleased by her performance. The dragon towering over her like a masculine mountain exuding power and influence befitting his family’s respected and venerable name. The sight of his strong frame catching the light enough to instil the same cheerful confidence in the meeker mare, as the still serenity of his stare was enough for her to maintain her composure.

Even so, the exertion of their exchange left Hazel weak in the knees, but his smile had been more than enough to melt her anxiety, as without words he gave her a smidgeon of his seemingly infinite strength. A calmness overtaking the mare, as in her heart of hearts she now knew everything was going to be okay, leaving her to bask in the feeling of being a fairy tale princess. The small flaws in her features that she had been acutely aware of moments before now meaningless, as no one would judge such minutia when dealing with the desires of a dragon compared to the more stuck-up stallions who commonly strutted down the same aisle.

The joining of two influential families’ something that could not be reckoned with, and such sentiment rang true as not a single soul dared raise a peep of objection to the holy matrimony. The large opal around her neck testament to that divine truth, as the perfectly polished stone was his first gift to her, when he had picked her personally to dance with him during a ball in the royal court. She should not have been worthy of such attention, and the sensation of being special had washed over her like a forceful flume as such magic should not have been destined for her, but yet it did.

It was for this reason, she wore the gem now, as it sat light a bright beacon above her bobbing breasts in undying appreciation of his first grace to her. The sitting audaciously upon a spotless ebony choker, though the brilliant snow-white ribbon was a stark contrast to the well-worn wedding dress clinging to the rest of her curvy contours. The flowing garment had once been white, but such colour had long since been lost to the twists of time leaving the once lavish silks tainted to a dourer grey. Such hue’s unavoidable, as it had gone through more than a dozen wearers, as just from the top of her head Hazel knew, both her mother, aunt, and sisters had shared the elegant gown when they had traded their own vows.

If anything it was a mark of shame for her family’s less prosperous times in the recent moons, but her Draxy didn’t seem to care in the slightest as he had simply remarked that she looked as stunning as ever upon seeing her lead down the aisle like a mare Madonna. The words removing any doubt in his desire for her, and did wonders in wavering her worries, as they began the monotony of the marriage contract that at this point had started over 3 hours ago. That small period feeling like a lifetime but now they were at the final hurdle, as her eyes could only twinkle as she was proudly presented with her glistening gold wedding ring. The mare so swift to claim her representation of undying loyalty that in her haste she made a mistake, as her left hand shot up as if it had a mind of its own.

She caught it a second later, but by then it was too late, and she stumbled on the final step, making a fool of herself in front of everyone as she presented the incorrect hand for traditional draconic marriage. Hazel writhing as she expected a stern look and the chittering of gossip from the crowd, but instead, she was greeted with a longing look, as Draxell without a word took her right hand and guiding it upwards, as he effortlessly placed the beautiful band upon her finger permanently cementing their bond. The snug sensation of it slotting securely onto her slender ring finger almost enough to make the mare shriek in joy. It was just perfect, made to fit as a permeant reminder of the promises whispered on the balcony of the summer gala, but she had not time to gawk at the vibrant shades as she mirrored the action upon her understanding groom’s meatier digit.

Her motion silky smooth just like his, as his claw made it easy to thread the trinket onto his significantly stronger finger. A silence filling the air, as like that there waiting was gone, allowing the clergyman to close his book and with a waggle of the chin invite the new husband and wife to kiss. Draxell stooping slightly as they shared a kiss, the seconds blending in the drawn-out intimate action, as their marital milling ended with an erotic expression as they publicly flaunted their love for each other with the locking of lips. The deal done under the open sky so even the gods could see the honesty of their actions, but that formality seemed unnecessary as a commending chorus of clapping erupted from the crowd.

It was euphoric, a dream came true, as no sooner had the snog subsided where they parading down the aisle to glorious fanfare, as her significant other held Hazel to his side and began to wade through the hysteric horde surrounding them. Everyone eager to congratulate the couple as they passed, and seeing her parents looking so pleased put a rosy hue to Hazel’s already glowing cheeks. The worry that she would be a spinster now forever gone, and finally such uncouth murmurs could be put to rest as she clang to the arm of her beloved in front of all who might have been naysayers.

The married mare caring little for such opinions now as she was guided down the line of pews as empirical proof that such misguided thoughts had been wrong. Hazel holding her bouquet to her breast as her heels clicked against the tiles with each step, reminding her of the lavish oil of rights clinging warmly to her chest. The glistening glazing upon her bosom the final flavourful flash in her fabulous outfit, as she had been told the mixture of fine herbs and spices added a certain flair that only someone of reptilian birth could truly perceive upon their partner. The lotion the finish she needed to complete the image she desired, and the equine had liberally slathered the sugary liquid onto her exquisite body like the finest soap. The cloudy cologne like a primrose perfume on her less refined sinuses, but if she had been told correctly it was like smelling a majestic rainbow to her muscular man.

“You look simply delectable my dear,” he purred in her ear, as he confirmed this sentiment with a mumbling exhale. The words warbling out of him like a sensual summer wind, as his hand at her waist directed her to discard the bouquet as per tradition into the gaggle of girls eager to snatch the superstition as it fell from the sky. She leaned in for a moment so her cheek could caress his wall of a chest in a loving nuzzle, as the sound of a flock of doves taking flight echoed in her periphery. The mare taking in the scent of her man’s musk, as it was tangible through the ebony suit cladding his colourful scales. Her gloved hand gliding over his pecks as she took in the rich aroma, before she gradually turned to toss the prismatic nosegay to the mass of mares congregating at the bottom of the church’s short stairs.

His hands coming to her shoulder allowing his gentle grip to manipulate the mare, as an easing nudge was all it took to goad Hazel to turn around so that she could perform the final throw and the festivities could begin in earnest. Hazel closing her eyes as she felt the radiating warmth of her lover press against her back in a supportive spooning, allowing his breath to billow against her back like the loving summer sun. Hazel twisting her wrist slightly as she prepared to toss the faggot of flowers when she felt something wetly descend upon her head…

The mare’s pert pucker instantly pinching into a pinprick as his mouth fell over the top of her head like a consumptive crown. She knew exactly what was happening, but she did nothing, the mare instead more surprised her Draxy was going to do it now, right here in front of everyone in a slurping show. Hazel briskly tossing the bouquet as she felt the silk peel from her as she was unwrapped from her gown with a smooth slide. Petals pirouetting from the vibrant bundle like the starting pistol of what was going to be a predatory performance that would surely be talked about for years to come.

The mare smitten by the action, as any sense of a survival instinct was smothered under the sensation of appreciation, as in this way their molecules could mesh at an insurmountable level. Hazel just relaxing and letting nature take its course, as her entire skull smoothly slotted into the waiting snare of the throbbing throat. The ultimate display of want washing over her as she was devoured, as in this way they would never be apart, though it would seem that Hazel would not make it past the honeymoon period as anything more than as a layer of fresh glycogen.

She didn’t care though, as this had always been a possibility due to the very nature of their respective species natural role. She was prey, her flat teeth of her stellar smile to her smooth hooves undeniable witness to this truth to presently remind her of position in the food chain. In comparison, Draxell’s sharp claws and hardened scales showed his proper place at the top of the food chain, and his wife was all too happy to capitulate to the consumption to fuel his superior form in the pinnacle of physical intimacy.

He wasn’t rough though, the sweetheart doing his best to skirt his knife-like teeth over her supple shapes without cutting her, as he caringly consumed her with all the grace a girl of her breeding deserved. The hungry hug mothing down her body quickly as bit by bit she succulently slipped into the swallowing sheathe in a series of snarfing swallows. The audible gulps tracking his progress, as with a stylish flourish he removed her beloved from her modesty covering, exposing the equine turned meal for all to see.

Her body sliding into him, just as easily as she slid from her clothing, as he effortlessly ate the equine. She already knew her family outside the tugging throat would applaud the burp that would surely conclude her consumption, as in this action two bloodlines mixed in a way that could never be matched by their incompatible biology. She had always been replaceable, she had known this when the courtship had started, he would always have outlived her, as her existence was but a blip in the millennia-long life span of his scaly species. Even so, he had taken the time to affirm their love in a promise and was now ensuring that the oath would remain unbroken as she would stay forever young instead of becoming a senile nag left out to pasture as a decrepit mess of jibbering mare meat.

Her memory would never be corrupted, she would be as she was now in his mind as an eternal echo of what could have been if the hands of fate had not desired it to be a cruel joke of their star-crossed affection. He would find another mate, a strapping young drake like Draxell preordained to find a dragoness, his status alone guaranteeing this, as marrying up was certain to be in vogue even when his scales began to grey with age. This was the way it had to be, only nostalgia without a glint of heartbreak, and Hazel willingly embraced eternity like a brother as she was crammed into the stomach like a slick and sticky suitcase.

It was all for the best, both their family’s standings in society had been strengthened, but in truth she cared little for that, as Hazel just hoped he enjoyed her. All the trapping she had donned meaningless, the work simply wasted, as once in the stomach the acids cared little for her appearance. Her honey mane containing the same calorific content when matted down with drool as it did stylishly curled, as at the end of the day her entire being would be converted down into a sizable brown bowel movement just like any food that had flowed into her soon to be well-fed husband.

She had done her part, just as he had done his, and their short time together had been the happiest of Hazel’s life. She had done what most never did, as she found her purpose on her peristaltic passage to the stomach, and the mare could only let out a satisfied sigh as she began to wriggle through the sphincter with no regrets. The gastric wall clenching around her, priming to pin the mare helplessly in place, as she swiftly slithered into the stomach to a sequence of muffled jolts. The claustrophobic nature of the cavity prompting her to instinctively curl up into a tight ball with the dim darkness, as she landed with a splash in the stewing slosh that had pooled to greet her after the glide down the gullet.

The broth soothing, as for now it neither nibbled at her peachy skin nor irritated her more sensitive orifices, leaving Hazel to wallow in the all-encompassing warmth of her spouse’s stomach. The last feeling from the outside being her heels being slowly wriggled off her hooves, leaving her frogs to give one last wave in the comparatively cooler air, before they like the rest of Hazel were lost beyond the back of the throat. A resounding gulp ringing out as Draxell sealed Hazel’s fate, and his guiding hand traced her twitching hoof tips as they transition to join the rest of the mare marinating in his bloated belly. The dragon licking his lips as he savoured the mare’s aftertaste, thoroughly gratified by the mare turned wedding dinner.

Draxell wobbling his neck slightly as he threaded Hazel completely into his swollen stomach, before a servant politely passed him a napkin without even needing to be asked. The dragon seeing most of the happy guests staring at him, though more than a few of the bridesmaids were still squabbling over the flowers like brooding chickens. Hazel bouncing slightly within his gut as she got comfortable, as past experience told him more than a few burps were to come before his pretty prey passed out and finally succumb to his stomach without incident. His father always telling him not to vent too much of his betrothed turned belly bumps air too quickly as it might stir a struggle in even the most passive of passengers as it triggered a subconscious flight response.

Hazel’s father coming up to congratulate the couple, now that all was said and done, as he no doubt wanted to discuss trade agreements now that their families were irrevocably bonded. The callused approach not unexpected, Hazel was the third daughter, and in truth her entire family likely never expected her to amount to anything meaningful, unlike the now bloated dragon she had graced with her heart-melting smile. He may have eaten her, but this interaction alone told him all he needed to know, in that sadly it seemed he was the only one to ever truly known the delicious mare straining his scales. She was nestled neatly in his midriff, shivering slightly as she settled in to roost, and though she was just a slab of sustenance he could not stop thinking about the cute nicker she had when she laughed.

He was not in the mood to discuss such things now though, as the lethargia of a looming food coma would no doubt leave him at a disadvantage during negotiations, a flaw he had found too well with his dealings with the house of coils. Instead, he gave a courteous nod and thanked the family for allowing him within their hallowed halls.

“I would like to thank you for the meal, you and your wife did an excellent job raising such succulent stock,” he said formally, as his wide hand casually cradled the curled-up lump of their still wriggling daughter. Hazel remaining dignified as she digested, though Draxell would have been lying if he had said her hand had not drifted to her more private parts during the course of giving herself to him body and soul. The interaction with the in-laws the first of many, and before long he felt the female form within him fade, as he washed his wife down with only the finest of wines. His body brutally efficient as it sluiced his spouse, and before long all that would remain of Hazel would be her jewellery, hair and hooves, that would linger for a time in his treasure crop until he had need of the opal again for his next beloved…


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Hazel was overjoyed when lord Draxell asked for her hand in marriage. Unfortunately for the mare this is the universe of the house of coils, and her destiny is much more digestive than a normal wedding ceremony. Hazel is at peace with her predicament as prey though, and willingly takes the short slide to the stomach so that she can embrace the ultimate intimacy.

A piece done for  sevensix who wanted a lemon written for a image they got from Omny87 ( https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/omny87/2/? ) as a sign up reward for their patreon ( https://www.patreon.com/omny87 ). I must confess I was rather smitten by the idea, and kind of spurged well beyond the normal 800 word's the reward tier usually provides.

In addition I also got my friend  plaguetyranno to colour this gem with their normal artistic flair. I hope you guys enjoy it :)

I also now have a patreon, if you would like to support me, it can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/doomfister

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largerarge

Posted by largerarge 1 month ago Report

This is a weird marriage

sevensix

Posted by sevensix 1 month ago Report

*was

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 month ago Report

Aye didn't make it to the honeymoon period, not even close XD

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 month ago Report

Some unions are beyond vows and transition into the very melding of molecules XD

willowshat

Posted by willowshat 1 month ago Report

So, how does a post from you work? Does someone just ask you you write for someone elses art, or can someone offer you art, or what?

sevensix

Posted by sevensix 1 month ago Report

You could try watching https://www.patreon.com/doomfister to see if a "VIP Patron" slot opens. Permission from the art's owner is apparently preferred, and there are apparently some limits on complexity.

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 month ago Report

I get my own commissions, collabs and art trades that make up the majority of my work. I recently opened a patreon which if patron's buy into the right level they can choose to have images they have the rights to, eg commissions or gifts a lewd lemon to go with it. The offer extends to art they have the express permission from the artist to get a story for.

pokebreeder25

Posted by pokebreeder25 1 month ago Report

so give me the short version of why the groom is eating his bride?

sevensix

Posted by sevensix 1 month ago Report

'Cause she's food. Plump, firm, perfectly aged and seasoned and eager to fill his stomach. And because it frees him up for other mares eager for the joys of dragon marriage. doom is free to share his own perspective.

Did you read the story, or are you asking for a tl;dr summary?

pokebreeder25

Posted by pokebreeder25 1 month ago Report

i didn't read it.

sevensix

Posted by sevensix 1 month ago Report

It's under 3400 words. Probably the best way to find out.

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 month ago Report

A myriad of reasons that are outlined in the short story, as it's a melancholy combination of political union and actual Unitarian compassion.

sevensix

Posted by sevensix 1 month ago Report

Nice work. Thanks for the delivery.

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 month ago Report

Glad you liked it bud :)

sevensix

Posted by sevensix 1 month ago Report

doomfister wrote:
A piece done for sevensix who wanted a lemon written for a image they got from Omny87 ( https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/omny87/2/? ) as a sign up reward for their patreon ( https://www.patreon.com/omny87 ).

For their Subscribestar, actually. Their Patreon is for more "vanilla" art.

Also, for anyone interested, the original image is here.