Content: Paw Crushing, Oral Soft Vore, Fatal
Fandom / Franchise: Paw Patrol
Pred: Sparks (Dragon)
Prey 1: Chase (German Shepherd)
Prey 2: Marshall (Dalmatian)
Prey 3: Rubble (English Bulldog)
Size Diff: Mid - Large
Story Structure: Partial
Universe setting: Vague / Canon
Willingness: Unwilling
Preys' fate: Digestion
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A three-pup trip into the cave was not looking like a good idea anymore, now that Sparks, the big, red, hungry dragon roared looking straight at them.
"RUN!!!!" Chase screamed as all three pups, him, Marshall and Rubble started running desperately towards the exit.
"AAAAAGHHH!!!" they screamed as Sparks chased after them, intending to gobble them all up.
Luckily (for him, not the pups), being big, and faster, he didn't need to fly to catch up to them in just a couple of seconds, and in one swoop...
"WOOAAGH!!!" Chase was scooped up by the Sparks into his mouth, as the other two pups looked back in horror. "CHASE!" Marshall screamed, helplessly seeing as his best friend being held in place by those dragonic jaws, practically jailed by the rows of sharp teeth.
"Just run! Get out and get some HEEEELP!!!" he screamed back just as Sparks quickly tilted his head back, pushing him towards the back of the mouth with his tongue.
And yes, Chase tried hard to claw back out; no, it did him no good, as he kept slipping back in his tongue, right into the dragon's throat. "NOOOOOOO!" he screamed as he was swallowed...
The other two pups heard the *GULP*, still looking back in horror as they saw their friend in the form of a lump going down Sparks' neck.
"CHASE, NOOOOO!!!" Rubble screamed. "Keep running!" Marshall screamed back, "We gotta get out in one piece, NOW!"
They both kept running, but having just consumed the shepherd, the still hungry dragon quickly lunged forward once again.
And just as the two horrified pups desperately reached for the cave exit, he had them both captured. "WAAAAGH!!!" Marshall in his mouth, "MARSH-- Ooff!!!" and Rubble under his dragon paw against the floor.
Let's just say that the latter was far less than uncomfortable: Sparks was pressing down quite hard on him, smothering all of his body and part of face with his paw alone, while he tried (in vain, obviously) to squirm and scramble off of it.
But he could also see (and hear) that Marshall's position was far from good. Ok, that's an understatement.
"S-Stop, please! Let us out!!!" he desperately screamed at the dragon, with only his head sticking out his mouth, with the rest of his body already being wrapped around and pulled in by his tongue.
"STOP-- HEEELP!!!" he managed to scream before the big tongue pulled him in for good, and he also heard Rubble shout "MARSHALL!!!" before the mouth was fully closed on him.
And with Rubble secured under his paw, Sparks took the chance to slosh Marshall around in his mouth on his way down.
Said pup kicked, punched and squirmed against the floor and roof of the mouth, struggling immensely as he was sloshed, rolled and pulled by the pink fleshy muscle of the dragon, getting glimpses of himself sliding down closer and closer to the throat...
"NONONONONONO!" Marshall kept squirming and protesting, but all in vain, as once his rump entered the esophagus, "DON'T EAT MEEEE--MPH!!!" down he went.
After a short while of being strongly and roughly kneaded down the gullet, he was deposited in the stomach, alongside Chase.
"Oh, no! Marshall!" he "saluted" him in major concern.
"Chase! How do we escape!?" he asked in despair before Chase gave him the bad news.
"We can't, we're trapped!" he replied, "Please tell me that Rubble escaped to get some help!"
Now it was Marshall's turn to deliver the bad news: "No, Sparks has already caught him!"
And indeed, the poor bulldog was left squirming as the big dragon paw smooshed him against the floor. "HRM, let me go!", he protested.
To add insult to injury and horror, he also had a good enough view of the sizable bulge that his two friends were making in Sparks' belly, screaming and squirming to escape.
And then, for whatever reason, he decided to look up from his position, still pinned by the paw, only to see a big, red dragon maw wide open, darting right for his head. "AAAAAAH!!!", he screamed (as if that would have done anything).
Sparks gobbled his head up, released the rest of him from under his paw, and gave him a faceful of saliva and licking.
Rubble trashed his head against the tongue, and the rest of his body (outside the mouth so far) against the air, only to end up getting a good look of what would be his final destination: the big, thick dragon throat!
"WAAAAAAARGH!!!" he screamed, again. Only now he was trashing his body harder in order to escape his mouth.
Well, Sparks actually let him out, but only for a second: He flicked his head up, launching the screaming pup into the air with a flip and a half, only to catch him back in his mouth, but now with only his head stuck outside the mouth, looking outside.
"NOOO! Bad dragon, bad dragon! We're not food!" he kept yelling at this "bad dragon", who was now thoroughly tasting and wrapping his tongue around his body, ready to pull him inside for good.
And pull him in he did. All of Rubble's feeble struggles were worthless against the might of his maw, "WOAAGH!!!" he screamed as his head passed through those teeth rows, which then slowly but surely closed onto him, cutting off the final rays of daylight he'd ever see...
"NOOO! SPIT ME OUT, SPIT ME OUT!" he demanded from within the mouth, trying to pound his paws and head against its floor and roof, only to be outwrestled by-- you can guess...
Just as with Marshall before him all of Rubble's struggles and attempts to escape were outpowered as the big dragon tongue rolled him all around the mouth, wrapping around his body and face over and over again, soaking him in saliva, rendering him unable to offer much resistance other than some rather wild yet feeble wiggling and kicking while this sloshing and tasting took place.
The poor bulldog didn't think he had much fight left in him, until he felt his hind legs get sucked into Sparks' throat.
"NOOOO!!! I'M NOT FOOOOOD!" he screamed, squirming with all his might to pry himself away from that flesh opening; but once his chest, shoulders and head were sucked in as well, he was cut off.
He was violently squirming in despair as the dragon swallowed him. He tried in a panic to grab onto the walls to stop his descent. And exactly as you'd expect, it did nothing.
He could only claw and wiggle in vain and agony while the fleshy dragon tube kept pushing down against his face. That is, until his hind paws encountered another opening, followed by the rest of his body, until he was plopped into the dragon stomach and reunited with his friends.
"Rubble!!" Marshall said once he splashed into the now surprisingly tight stomach with them. "Now what?"
"I'll tell you what: I wanna get out, NOW!" Rubble screamed, and all 3 of them started screaming, pounding and clawing at the fleshy belly walls. "HELP!!! ANYONE!?" "LET US OUT!!!"
Chase even tapped into his pup tag to make a desperate call for help: "RYDER, HELP!!! We've been eaten by Sparks the dragon!!!"
And yes, it's only now that any of them thought of calling for help to their pup tags. And no, OF COURSE it didn't work! You don't get pup tag signal from the inside of a cave, much less within a dragon's belly, DUH!!!
Unfortunately for them, the only one to hear and answer their desperate call was... the dragon stomach itself!
Within only seconds, the walls started shifting violently against the three poor pups, pressing against them and sloshing them around.
"WAAAGH!!!", "NOOOOO!!!", they screamed as the folds of flesh and doom brutally closed onto them, tossing and squeezing them about, and lathering them in increasing levels of stomach acid.
Oh, how hard they tried to fight such gastric hell, to pose some resistance. They tried punching against the walls to cause a reaction or at least slow down their digestive laundry cycle. They tried climbing up to the sphincter that plopped them into here, to squeeze their way back up, but it was closed for good and wouldn't give. The belly simply overpowered them into submission, forcing them to endure more and more of dragon stomach smothering.
After a minute that felt like an hour, the belly smothering finally ceased. Enough for Chase and Marshall to see what state they were in. It wasn't very good.
"Ch-Chase, you're already melting!!!" Marshall screamed, "Oh, no! You too!" Chase responded.
And Rubble, I hear you ask? "Oh, no! RUBBLE!!!" He was gone. Already melted and combined into the gastric soup of the dragon's digestive system.
"No..." said Chase, whimpering with the realization dawning on him, while his buddy tried to persuade "There's gotta be a way for us to escape!"
"Marshall... it's no use, there's no escape!"
"Please don't tell it's over! Is this really how we die!?" Marshall begged out loud.
"We're not gonna make it! It's over for us!!!" he replied, heavily tearing up.
"It's been an honor to be your best friend!" he stated back, already crying. "Me too!!!"
And not a moment later, another powerful convulsion formed in the belly to digest whatever remained of Chase and Marshall, squeezing the life out of them and further lathering more of that potent gastric fluids.
"HEEEEEEELP!!!", "RYYYDEEEEER!!!" they screamed in a final bit of panic as the strong stomach walls and juices continued to knead, churn and turn the poor pups into mush.
Soon enough, Marshall was knocked out by the digestive process just like Rubble, and shortly after, Chase was the last one of the three pups to succumb to the mighty belly of the dragon.
And so, the three (former) members of the Paw Patrol became nothing more than dragon belly fudge for Sparks, who would go back into the cave for a nice digestive nap, eventually burping out three empty pup tags.
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