You begin walking towards spike, and just as before, your prey begins to slowly back up. Your movements now, though, are a bit more wobbly as the pony in your stomach struggles and squirms in all different directions.
You're able to move directly to the purple dragon decently well. He stands still, in shock, staring up at your full squirming gut.
"Spik hlp!!"
Before the small dragon can even react to the plea from withing your gut, you've already scooped him up and into your mouth. His head and a good portion of his body fit into your mouth. Spike shoves outward with his little hands. He pushes downward on your tongue and outward on your cheeks.
As he squirms your able to enjoy his more spicy flavor. You run your tongue over most of his body and his face. He tries his hardest to push your tongue away, but you just laugh and push him back harder with your strong tongue. You swallow once, enjoying his flavor, then, despite his pleading, once again, sending another large bulge down into your stomach. It slides down your throat and gurgles down into your already stuffed orange gut.
You can't help but let out a little belch and a giggle.
