On a normal day out scavenging, a young drake slipped between the roots of a tree pouncing on rodents that scarpered out of his claws.  A small black beast the size of a rabbit, he chased after a vole through the soft summer glade of a cool but slightly dusty afternoon as the wind started rising with a soft bristling symphony through the leaves above his head.  He wasn't especially hungry, more playing around and practicing his hunting skills with a feisty gallop through the underbrush as the vole dived under the bushes.
	"Nah-uh, you're not getting away!"
The little dragon clawed his way into the brush, claws scraping hard as his shale belly was covered in mud before he got himself stuck.  His scrabbling feet kicked up dirt behind him as he groaned and snapped his little jaws out front trying to snatch up the scurrilous beastie, wings flapping hard against the bush to try and shove the branches aside.  Unbeknownst to him a larger beast was coming up behind with a vile grin.
Searching the woods for a victim, was a raptor anthro of brown scales wearing only a pair of blue jeans.  He scanned the forest for any potential choice suspects with a lick of his lips, seeing the drake kicking about trapped in the bushes as he felt a swelling in his pants.  Sneaking closer with his large claws cutting through the grass, he bent close enough to grab the dragon's tail to yank him out and put his other hand on the neck.
	"Helloooo."
	"A-AAAGH!" he shrieked trying to kick him off.  "Wh-who are you?!"
	"I'm James, your predator for the day, what's your name?"
	"UHH...F-fyrre?!"
	"Mmmm, good name, now I know what to call the new upload."
	"Up...load?"
	"Mmhmm."  The raptor pressed his weight on top of his wings.  "Now how about sating my hunger for a bit huh?"
	"NO, d-don't eat me!"
	"Why shouldn't I?  I'm hungry too and you're just the right size to fit."
	"I-i'll do anything!" Fyrre mewled scrabbling his claws.  "Please, j-just lemme go!"
	"Anything ehhhh?" James leaned down to lick his cheek.  "Well...maybe you can satisfy a different hunger."
	"Wh-what...what you mean?"
	"I mean this."
The dragon yeeped when he felt the grinding of a thick raptor's cock, James having unzipped his pants and now pressing his glans against the drake's pucker.
	"I could just eat you now, but you COULD also help me empty my balls too."
	"U-um...if I...if I do," he whimpered, "will you let me go?"
	"Oh yeaaah, I'll let you go," James snickered, "just lemme have that sexy little ass of yours first."
	"I-i...I don't really want to-"
	"Well then you get eaten, so what'll it be?!"
With a whimpering shiver the little drake relented, hiking his tail up and clenching his eyes with a nod as the raptor chuckled darkly.  Stuffing himself inside with a forceful shove, he gasped from the tightness as Fyrre squeaked from the sudden entry, spreading his hole wide with a firm stretch of his leathery scales suckling around the raptor's swelling shaft.
For a rabbit-sized drake a 7-inch cock was just on the edge of too big, not that the predator cared with a groan of bliss as he pounded his way in to the hilt despite the stuttering cries of his prey.  Fyrre spread his legs to try and take him easier, a shivering sob as his tears dripped onto the ground from the painful thrusts the raptor made with his sturdy hips slamming into Fyrre's back.
	"Mmmmmph, fuck you're a tight little slut."
	"A-AAAH, NNNNGH!"
	"I love scaly little cocksleeves like you, you fucking whore with your tail up in the bushes, you wanted a big bad raptor to come rape your fucking hole."
	"AAIIIGH, E-EEEH, s-slow down p-please!"
	"I'll slow down when I'm fucking DONE!"
He punched the back of the dragon's head to shove his face in the dirt, Fyrre coughing up mud from his nostrils until the raptor pushed him down harder to suffocate him in the dirt, thick clouds of brown earth puffed from his snout as he struggled harder to breathe.  His spasms of fright caused him to tighten on James' shaft, much to the predator's pleasure as he pumped him faster and harder.
Allowing the drake some time to breathe, he heard Fyrre make a heaving gasp and wept harder with rising panic, his heart beating faster in his chest as the punching stabbing thrust of the meaty spear grinded into his walls and split them wider than they had ever been.  Much to his shame the jabbing of his prostate forced him to turn hard with twitching grind against the earth, a pair of plump purple lengths churning the mud to smear a thickening brown all over his stubby short shafts as James thumped his body against the drake's to further bury him into the dirt.
	"Aaaaah, f-fuck, fucking damn you're a tight bitch, are you really a virgin?!"
	"A-AAAGH, NNNNGH!"
	"I've fucked some sluts before but your ass is sucking my dick like it BEGS me to rape you!  Maybe you were wanting it all along huh Fyrre, you fucking skank?"
	"MMMPH, S-STOP, P-PLEEAAASE!"
The raptor would stop eventually, much to Fyrre's relief but not at his behest, fattening pre dribbling out of the tight drake's pucker as his belly swelled with the cockbulge stabbing him deeper to wound his bowels, with knifing thrusts of the blunt tip that while didn't make him bleed would certainly bruise.
Finally James would cum, gasping with a cry as his fingers grabbed hard at the wing-joints and pulled painfully as if trying to tear them off his back.  Fyrre whimpered as he felt the thick seed plugging up his rear, gushing over his folds and filling his belly with a thick gurgling groan as Fyrre even tasted the cum in his mouth.  His stomach swelled uncomfortably thick as James grinded his cock to the last spurts of his dripping length.
	"Mmmmmph...that's a good bitch," he pulled something out of his jeans, "now I'm all empty."
	"A-aaah...haaah," the little dragon shuddered, "h-hurts, but...c-can I go now?"
	"Oh yeah, you can go."  He licked across Fyrre's head.  "You can go right inside me."
	"Wh-what?!"
He looked up and saw the inside of James' throat.  Swallowing his screams the raptor opened his jaws wide to clamp down on the drake's head and pull him up inside his gullet.  He tried to flap his wings and kick his feet but James grabbed his body and suppressed his movements with one hand, the other holding something as he gulped louder and harder with a groan as his throat muscles took hold.
	"L-LET ME GO, N-NOOO YOU PROMISED!"
	"MMMNNRRRGH, NNRRRRHH-GLLLLRRRKH!"
	"N-NO, NO S-STOP, STOP PLEAAAAASE!"
Trying to push back against the peristalsis, Fyrre whimpered and sobbed as his tears fell into the darkness, staring into the abyss of hunger as James gulped stronger with a groan as he forced Fyrre to stand on two feet.  Pushing his head down on top he took the dragon's body inside his maw as it stretched open with suckling sounds and the flapping of wings against the inside of his cheeks, causing spittle to fly down his black scales before half of him was inside, his bloated belly full of cum swishing with its own watery gargle as it squished against the raptor's jaws to bulge forwards and downwards at the back of his tongue.
Once his front body and wings were trapped in the fleshy gullet, the raptor upended him by the legs and let gravity take its hold, the poor little prey's back legs kicking in desperation with his forced-erect twin cocks hitting the raptor's nose as he shoved two fingers up the little drake's well-used ass to push him further inside.  With a softening whimper Fyrre would disappear, descending down into the widening throat of his predator who gulped even harder.
His tongue grinded on Fyrre's back as his feet disappeared, wriggling all the way behind his lips as James' neck took on the brief shape of a struggling small drake, his feeble cries trembling through the scales with the silhouette of his screaming face pushing out against the skin.  One last swallow, and he was gone with James slurping up his tail like spaghetti, his stomach now swellling up with a pudgy girth as he sat himself down and rubbed his gut.
Fyrre fell into the bowels of the predator, a tight fleshy balloon that choked with suffocating smog of acrid meaty breaths with a burbling splotch of acid trickling around his paws with a seething hiss.  Darkness all around him, an insufferable heat like the jungle in July, sweating off his scales with a sheen he could not see but felt with increasing stickyness as he heard the hollow drum of the raptor pat his belly.
	"Mmmmmnnngh fuck that's a good little bitch, black with cream inside like a big fat oreo."
	"L-let me out!" Fyrre's feet pushed out his skin.  "Y-you promsied you'd let me go!"
	"I said I'd let you go but NOT let you free."  The raptor grinned as he pulled his other hand close.  "I let you go down my throat and right inside me, like a good prey should."
	"N-no, NOOOOO PLEAAAASE!"
In the raptor's closed hand was his phone, having turned on its audio recording since he finished cumming.  Putting it against his belly, it would capture the sounds of a struggling Fyrre with his muffled voice pleading in a constant sob, the sight of his paws pushing out along with the occasional image of his face making the raptor shudder with his thickening erection drooling between his legs.
Inside the stomach the little drake would suffer over the course of an hour, the popping churn of bubbling acid slowly creeping up his legs like a hot jelly with rising stream around his face.  His struggles became louder, rising and lowering in pitches of anguish that he would adapt to when the stomach juices ate at the first layer of his skin.
Then the second layer would melt away, and a fresh new agony would be heard as James shuddered at his prey's suffering.  The claws would melt away first, filed down by the powerful acids until his feet were stubbed; then would come the scales, starting to unravel like flypaper in spirals of thick moulting flesh, the dragon barely able to see with his stinging eyes the layers of muscle beneath the peeling scales.
	"Mmmmph, feeling good in there slut?" the raptor chuckled stroking his gut.  "You're nice and full too with my cream, taste a lot better too!"
	"P-please, please m-mister James lemme out, LEMME OUT IT'S EATING ME, M-MY SCALES ARE GOING!"
	"Good-H-HRRRRRRKH!"  He belched suddenly from the drake's shifting motions.  "Mmmmmhhh fuck that was good, keep squirming there li'l bitch."
	"N-N-NOOOO, NOOoooooo!"
	"BRRH-UUUURP!"
With each burp he made the air ran out faster inside his stomach, the wretched little prey finding it harder to breathe as he hyperventilated fast with the increasing stench of bubbling acids turning thicker with ravenous appetite.  His legs were fading, the paws now sizzling off to erase his toes and now crawling up his leg, soon ridding him of the feet with an agonising char of molten liquid.
The muscles disappeared with feeble snaps like red liquorice strings, the bone filing away as he writhed in screaming howls at his dismemberment with his tail following after, docked by the inches until it became a skeletal whip lashing against the sides of the stomach.  With less of his limbs to push back, Fyrre would fall into the bubbling pit that would smother his face and drown his body.  It stung his eyes hard and one of them got the full squirt of stomach acid into its retina that it started to pop and dissolve easily.
Fyrre screamed harder, causing the raptor's stomach to vibrate with his echoing shriek as James grabbed his cock and started pumping with fiendish arousal.  With one eye left and the other dribbling out like hot butter over his snout, he wept even harder and clawed with his bony stumps against the slippery sloshing walls, his scales were shaved off over agonising minutes, the bone of his ribs and skull revealing themselves bit by bit.
	"N-NOOO, A-AAAAIIIIGH, L-LET ME OUT, I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEAAAASE l-let me gooooo, A-AAAAAAAAGH!"
	"MMMMMF-FUCK!"  The raptor kept pounding his meat.  "Holy shit you're a good screamer I'm glad I ate you Fyrre...mmmph...a-aaaah, f-fuck that's it, struggle you sad little bastard I fuckin' love it."
	"N-nooooOOOOOOO!"
His cries turned more pathetic with each passing second, the call of desperation now weakened by the dripping tear of acid on his neck which started to tear like wet paper.  His eye rolled up into his head which slumped against the belly one last time and grinded on the flabby flesh, James groaning with another horrid belch as he kept jerking off at the sight of Fyrre's skull.  He came much quicker than he expected, shuddering breaths as he sprayed his own stomach with a luscious spurt of thick raptor semen over the spot where Fyrre's head still pressed against.
Then it would disappear as he slumped back into the acid, the bones now almost fully erased with his ribcage crumpling on itself.  Shards of bone like brittle glass scattered around his heart, beating faster with desperation against the coming tide of imminent destruction.  The surging gush of molten yellow washed over the pulsing organ, holes being bored inside with sizzling shock as the final beats sputtered their hardest to keep him alive.
But it wasn't enough.  The dragon's lungs were shredded like wet plastic bags, his last screams a wretched gasp as his head splashed into the fleshy puddle.  His other eye popped into the goo and dribbled out like a runny egg, his twin cocks being scoured away easily with sizzling crackles and tearing pops of the veiny bulges, before nothing but a cauterised slit was left behind which in turn melted off the dragon's thighs as the rest of his skeletal structure would turn into muddy ash, along with his heart with one final pulse.
	"Aaaaah...fuck yes," James clicked the recording off, "that was fucking perfect.  Mmmmph, my followers're gonna love this."
Without delay he uploaded it to his favourite site, Voreditall.com of which he was a semi-notable personage upon it that specialised in "audio manipulations".  Of course, his followers knew nothing about how realistic it was, judging from the comments that would follow of "wow feels like im inside your gut mmm so squishy" and "this is why you pay your VAs, that was a great victim they played!".
In the space of one hour it got 200 views and 30 favourites.  By the next day this same time it would be ten times that.  James even started getting PMs from "interested customers" the same day who went asking for rather specific audio-vore scenarios as he noted them down, responded and even a few would tease about how they wished they had been the victim.  James replied in turn he would love to have them for dinner, which he meant quite literally.  But they wouldn't know until too late.
They too would end up like Fyrre one day, his bones melted away into a thick soup, sloshing inside the raptor's belly, his dying screams repeated ad nauseum online to pleasure others beyond.  Hundreds of listeners became thousands of eager panting fiends who jerked off and tribbed and moaned to the death of Fyrre and his ptifiul screams, pleasing more people with his last hour of excruciating anguish, than he ever did alive in all of his worthless sad existence.