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You walk along the long corridor that connected the dorms to the labs. You were a trainer but for only one entity. Most trainers were only paid enough to work on a singular creature yet they handled twice or thrice the amount you did. It was not that you bargained with the Red Leader for this, because you quite liked Tom. The Norski himself decided to pay you handsomely on the settlement that you'd be his personal 'anime girl'.
You cringed at the title. Nonetheless it seemed to work for the both of you so you went on with the agreement. Opening the large metal door that was broken for a long time now, you pushed in with your side. You walk to the feeding station with an aching shoulder and receive the freshly prepared raw meat, that you swore was still twitching. You never really knew what they were giving him because most information was confidential but your stubborn ass was nosy anyway. Although it worried you that that every singular piece of meat was not bigger than the adult human torso...
The meat was transferred with much effort into a bowl that's about your height in diameter, then dragged across the floor and sent into the food hatch. As soon as your sent it in, you heard rumbling- you could tell it was his stomach because his footsteps would be a lot louder. You expected him to come running as always but today wasn't the same. Sighing, you enter the code to open the containment door and push in, the room being pitch dark beside a singular window for sunlight that faced a well maintained garden outside. It was rather ironic though, as this dark room was where Tom was trapped for the past few months.
Calling it trapped wasn't right- Tom was treated daily to the outside air mostly for fighting and combat purposes, but something told you not even the sun would bring him out. You call for him.
"Tom? Tom! Come on out, boy! It's me! I have breakfast!"
The sound of those familiar footsteps echoed closer until you saw the monstrous being in all its glory standing before you. Yet, his head was slumped. The creature came to a stop inches before you and lowered his large head until its singular eye aligned with yours.
"Talk to me, Tom..", You reach out a hand.
Tom grumbled and opened his jaw, his tongue reaching out to lick you slowly, starting from your arm and stopping at the face. Your arm retreated back to its side, shaking the drool off. He hummed; it seemed to calm him down a bit. However it left half your face a slobbery mess and you sighed. Feeling better now, Tom stumbled over to the food bowl you placed earlier and chowed down his breakfast.
Your hand goes to his head, stroking softly. It was evident from his body language that he was getting restless and tired of this place. You wish you could comfort him during this tough time but there's only so much you can do. Your eyes dart to his jaw, how he slowly chewed with disinterest and swallowed slowly. Your hand follows the bulge in his long throat as it disappeared when it neared his stomach. Even through this small but meaningful touch, you're hoping it will comfort him somehow.
He lifts up and you lose contact with his delicate skin. He opened his maw wide, revealing rows of perfectly aligned sharp teeth before yawning lazily. His wings stretched out as he bent his upper body down, much like how a cat would. Standing up straight again, he turned to you, licked his lips and growled.
"Must we go out today..?"
"What's wrong with exercise? You used to love it. The sun makes your scales glisten, did I ever tell you that?" You smile.
"Mmmf.. no. I suppose we can go out.. after I have my snack nap."
"Oh yeah, your snack naps, is that another way of saying you're lazy?" His stomach rumbled loudly in response, discarding any suspicion you had.
"I need time to digest. I can't do shit on a full stomach."
"You know, when I was in school, they made us run around the whole track twice- and P.E. was right after lunch!"
Tom growled and wrapped his tail around himself, as if saying, ‘I need my snack nap.’ He turned around, nearly hitting you with his massive tail, and settled in a corner of the chamber to nap, not too far from where you stood.
"I- I was only joking, Tom! A girl actually threw up that day and our periods changed after that..."
"I do what my stomach says.."
"I said I was joki-.."
You hear the heavy door open. Immediately, you turn around and find the Red Leader grinning. The shadow was conveniently placed so that the scarred half of his face was the only part not covered in darkness, making him appear more menacing than necessary.
"Y/N! I see you're verry busy! Just thought I'd check in.."
His face was pressed against the glass separating the feeding station and the containment room.
"Where's uh.. where's the monster? Too shy eh?"
A loud grow can be heard a few metres away from you. Tom obviously wasn't amused.
"Tord? What's up?"
"Like I said, I'm checking in and I'd like to see progress. Do you think he's getting stronger? More powerful? How many of my men do you think he can take on? Come on, go wild with the numbers!"
"Calm down, Tord. He's been distancing himself lately.. hasn't been himself for a while."
"Oh? Why, what happened?" He lowers his voice now.
"I'm not exactly sure, but I think the loneliness is getting to him. Keeping him contained in this chamber.. performing experiments, slipping drugs into his food just to see the effects.."
"Loneliness? That's it? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Huh..?"
"What?"
"I thought it'd take some time to convince you but.. you agreed to it quite easily."
"What can I say? The Red Leader strives to keep everyone happy."
"So.. it's finalised? You're freeing him?"
"Of course! Starting tomorrow, he can live in a garden, just like the one he sees through his small window, every single day."
You smile. He smiles back. It was nice when he does things like these without a second thought. It made you like him more. You're not entirely sure if this was a deliberate decision by Tord to please you. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you leave the containment chamber and stand before him.
"Thanks, Tord.."
"No worries! Besides how can I leave my favourite girl unsatisfied..?"
He loops an arm around your waist and stands closer. He nudges your head to the side with his own and kisses your neck softly, while his hand slips underneath your shirt to trace delicate patterns on your stomach. It made you shiver with every brush of his hand. The other grips the back of your neck gently, holding you in place as he licked across your neck.
"Tord.." you gently tug on his sleeve, letting out a soft gasp when he starts to suck on your neck. He moved downwards to your collarbone and resumed his ministrations again.
"Mhm..?" He grins.
Both of you pull apart by the sudden loud thump of a large claw against the glass.
"I'm ready for my exercise now, Y/N." Tom growled in a low voice.
"You are? Excellent! I'm so glad you made up your mind! You won't believe the news I have for you.."
You hurry inside the containment chamber. As you walk past, you swear you heard Tord curse under his breath. You get Tom ready for a small walk in the garden just to stretch his wings and legs a bit. When the door outside slowly opens, you could faintly hear Tord say "Have fun! Or whatever.."
"Ugh.. why the hell does she smell like rotten meat..?" Tord comments before leaving the chamber.
Tom practically flies out that door.
"S-stop it, onee-chan~!"
The voice echoes in the empty room where Tord sits with his hands behind his back, legs crossed and placed on the control board. He takes a long draw from the cigar and groans, displeased with the hentai playing on his screen. Although most of his body is fully immersed in the anime, his mind thinks of you primarily. When are you done exercising Tom? Why do you spend time with him more? Is it because he's shorter? Not giving enough?
"Onee-chan, d-don't touch me there-!"
He huffs at the dub. Paul and Patryck had one job- to deliver to him a good hentai with sub. Why sub? Because the voice acting of the original voice actors make it sexier. He's hardly interested now and checks the security cameras in the exercise grounds for you and Tom. Luckily for him, there you are, standing next to the beast and talking to Tom's regular exerciser. He smirks and leans back, happily pushing himself away from the table with his legs and hopping to his feet under a few seconds.
Arriving at the bay that contained Tom and you, he wastes no time walking up to you. You on the other hand, are immersed in quite the argument with Tom.
"You.. you knew my food was drugged and you never told me-?!"
"Tom I- it's not under my control, you know that!" You argue in desperation.
"Not the damn point! You knew, you should've told me! What could possibly be the reason you'd avoided this fact?"
"Nothing I just- I felt like it was.. just.."
"Y/N, the food is drugged, that is true. This was not revealed to anyone but the chefs. Mind explaining how you know?" Tord interrupts.
"I can smell it! The way the liquid acts.. there was just something off about it. Every time I fed the suspicious smelling bowl of meat to him, he starting acting weird."
"Weird, you say? I never would have guessed.." Tord states spitefully.
"Fuck you! Why was I drugged?" Tom stamps his claw on the hard floor.
"Why not? You are nothing but a mere lab experiment, Tom.."
While saying so, the Red Leader approaches the draconic creature and stands right before its giant maw. The monster huffs and doesn't hesitate to show signs of aggression. He bares his teeth and growls loud, loud enough so that you could feel the vibrations from outside the containment room. His stance was defensive and almost ready to counter at any moment. Most notably, the long eye contact never breaks between the two.
"Bad boy... did your mother never tell you to be nice?" he remarks pridefully.
Tom opens his jaw and tries to attack when you ran to stand between them.
"Tom, enough! Go back inside. Back in... there."
You point at the door to the containment room with a fast, frustrated flick of the wrist. You were frustrated. You were mad. You were confused. None of this made sense anymore. A lot of the realisation came pouring down on you. You wanted to be in control, and in anger, you commanded Tom to lock himself up again in the place he despised the most. Still, nothing but frustration occupied your mind and irrational decisions were being made. Despite this, you refused to swallow your pride Tom's sake. Tom retreated with a huff, the shadows covering most of the vision of him.
Tord grins in victory. It was almost as if he was expecting Tom to behave violently and without a second thought. None of this felt right to you and it was evident that something was going on behind the curtains. Tord watches in satisfaction as Tom walks to the dimly lit corner of the containment room. Nevertheless, he seemed to be more interested in other things and seemingly forgetting about the situation that just took place, the 'other things' being some alone time with you.
"Y/N, how about we go to my room? I'm feeling a little worked up and I want some.. ah.. stress relief."
Your eyebrows tense. You couldn't leave it at this and form a grudge.
"I.. I have to talk to Tom. I think I went too far, it wasn't right of me to.." You feel your fists clench.
"Whatever you say, kjæresten min. Just know that I'll be waiting for you. Is 30 minutes good? I could go for 45... if those idiots actually bring me good hentai." He mumbles the last part to himself.
"Yeah, 30 minutes is fine, Tord. I'll..."
You hesitate for a bit. You know you can convince Tom, but when he's on drugs you don't even know the purpose of...
"I'll be there."
"Mm."
He places his arm on your waist and it lingers for a bit before he walks away. Once you're alone, the atmosphere changes and you weirdly feel a sense of dread. Trying to swallow it up, you take a step toward the cursed room. Putting the pin in, you enter but closing the metal door feels wrong. You do so anyway and your eyes dart around in search of Tom as you continue forward.
"What is the matter with you?"
Tom places a large claw in front of the door and lowers his head to yours to make a point. The monster didn't seem very pleased with your antics earlier.
"Tom, I know I messed up.."
"No shit. So... I'm just some lab experiment to you, huh? Let the Red Leader force whatever weird drug he wants into my already modified veins. First, they make me unable to return to my human self, now they act on my body systems. All while you did his bidding, like his pet cat."
He treads behind you, and his looming shadow upon you reminds you of the situation you got yourself in.
"Tom, you don't get it, I really do care and.. I hate seeing you so mad!"
"Is that what's troubling you now? My temper's up? Of course that's the only thing on your mind, because I'm just a mere lab experiment! Watch out, this monster is going to hurt you because he's angry!"
Tom's eyes glow a deep purple and his voice lowers in a mocking tone. His body perfectly block the very little sunlight from the window and the imagery of the potential foreshadowing was unsettling.
"No, no! Tom I've come to calm you down! Set things right! I don't want to see you like this!"
"Enough about me! What about you?! Not a word about your ignorant self when you gave me the food with the drugs!" He snaps.
"Tom, the drugs were not my fault!"
"Trying to shift the blame and acting like you couldn't have done anything! Despite being one of the closest people to Tord, you deny it! And your voice didn't carry a single hint of apology throughout the conversation we had! What next- going to blame me for interrupting you before you could say anything?"
It pained your heart to hear him point out your mistakes, and- painfully- he was right. Your ego won't let you apologise. But really- you didn't think you could convince Tord to get rid of the drugs until Tom mentioned it. Realising you were one of the rare few Tord let get close, and even more, let get personal with, filled you with guilt. You turned to the draconic being behind you but he moves quickly around you in circles and you see only a segment of his long, scaly tail. Turning forward again, you have no time to react when a massive talon slams your body to the floor and the creature appears above you with a low growl. You grunt as a part of his weight shifts onto you, and you wriggle to get off. The head lowers and his jaws open, his warm breath scorching the already heavy air.
"Tom this isn't- like you..!"
"I suppose it finally got through your thick skull that I'm still on drugs. If I had free will, I'd have done something similar to you to what I went through but that simply isn't an option." He growls.
Tom's voice lowers and he presses down on your harder. Not enough to hurt but in an attempt to scare you.
"How would you feel if you were trapped? No way to escape? Knowing you can't break away no matter how hard you try? A higher power always limiting you?"
"Tom, what are you on about? I know this is about the drugs, I'll think of a way to make it stop, I swear!"
"Again, only trying to convince me for the time being. Do you even care about how I feel?"
"I do!"
"Oh, tell me. What am I feeling now, if not anger and hurt?" He hisses.
You gulped as he eliminated the only two options that came to your mind.
"I'm not cruel, so allow me to give you a clue. The time."
"It's.." You check your wrist watch. The time reads 1:17pm.
A feeling of dread dawned upon you as you took the moment to realise. You were so caught up in the moment you forgot to feed him. Desperate to do so, you attempt to wriggle from his grasp.
"Where do you think you're trying to go? There's no escape. I did tell you I would help you feel what I went through, didn't I?"
He practically salivated through the whole sentence and you held your breath. A long tongue reaches out of his mouth to drag across your body slowly and deliberately, lifting your shirt up in the process. You gasped and let your breath out with a whimper while your eyes shut tight.
"Delicious.. I never knew you'd feel this good on my tongue. Ah.. I want to test it out in my mouth."
He loosens the claw on you as his tongue comes in for another taste. This time, his large tongue acts as a spoon as it curls around your slimy body. Your other arm finally loosens up and you grab his tongue for support.
"Mmmph-!" You cry out his name in a muffled voice.
He stops for a moment.
"Fucking coat is in the way.."
He uses his teeth to tear the lab coat off you, leaving you in just a loose shirt and pant. Excitedly, his tongue runs across your back this time and you let out a soft whimper. He drools at the taste.
"I cannot wait you feel you squirming in my mouth.."
His jaw inches closer to envelop you and you feel yourself being lifted off the ground and slipping into his giant maw. You hands claw at the scales outside his jaw while your lower body is being handled by his tongue, shifting your body so that it aligns with his throat. Your legs are now paralysed, and you let out a trembling breath as you open your eyes. Looking up, you saw his single eye glow, even brighter than before.
"Consider this a punishment, while I enjoy lunch."
His jaws shut, leaving only your right arm sticking out in desperation. Unable to hold in his hunger, your arm slips inside and out of sight as the monster takes a satisfying gulp, sticking his tongue out in predatory pleasure. He lowers himself down do the ground and feels your form sliding down his long, cavernous throat and eventually into his stomach. His belly swells up a little and he places his paw there, poking a claw at you squirming inside. He grins devilishly as his stomach rumbles and growls in contentment.
"Mmh.. enjoy, my little snack~"
Tord's boots tap impatiently on the metal floor as he dials your number once more. No answer again, he pinches his eyebrows. It's been an hour now, and the bad news is his hentai is over. He would rewatch it, but it wouldn't make him hard again. Besides, what else would he have to do on a Saturday morning when half his staff is on leave anyway? There's not a lot of UK left to conquer, of course, thanks to his genius brain for creating the zombie apocalypse and then annihilating it (well, almost) right after so that the red army would be seen as heroes. Creating a problem and then offering the public a solution. Yeah, that sounds about right.
Since your phone was clearly on silent mode, he quit trying to dial you. With nothing else to do, he picks up the telephone and dials his right hand men.
"Paul, Patryck?"
The two were having afternoon tea and crumpets in the cafeteria, unaware of Tord's growing impatience for you. Paul dips his soft bread into the butter when the vibration of his phone catches his attention. With a frown, he picks up the call. Patryck uses the opportunity to steal the delicious crumpet.
"Red Leader?"
"Paul! Put the call on speaker, I have a task for you and Patryck."
Patryck leans in, shielding the phone with his hands to block anyone nearby from listening to their conversation.
"Patryck, just get out of the cafeteria into the hallway, don't make it look like you're being secretive on purpose."
Tord says, rolling his eyes at the camera footage on his screen zoomed in on the two. Patryck turns around to look at the camera and Paul smiles nervously, pushing his chair away as the two walk to the exit.
"Bring me.. a good hentai. Your last one was a dub, dammit."
"Sir..?" They both question in unison.
"You heard me. You're not my right hand just to walk by my side and shoot people when I say so."
"Yes, Red Leader!"
Minutes later, they come into the main control room where Tord was seated in front of large screens. The DVD they had chosen this time was a proper sub, submissive female love interests and all. Tord turns around and smiles, taking the CD from Patryck.
“Endelig, a good DVD...”
Paul and Patryck exchange looks.
“Obviously this is not the only reason why I called you two here..” He sighs. “I’ve been trying to dial Y/N’s phone for a while now and she’s not picking up. Since I have my precious DVDs now to occupy my time, I’d like you two to run up to the labs and bring her to me instead.”
”Oh?” Patryck comments. “Easy enough, Red Leader.” Paul adds.
“It is very much an easy task, and I don’t expect you to mess up easily. Is 15 minutes good or do you need more time?”
”I’m sure 15 minutes is a reasonable about of time, sir.” Patryck reassures the Norski.
”I believe so.” He seems to relax a bit.
”By the way, which experiment does she handle?” Paul questions.
”Tom Ridgewell.”
Patryck gulped. Paul takes a lighter and lights a new cigarette, and inhales deeply. Tord raises an eyebrow at the two. Clearly they didn’t like the idea of approaching Tom after witnessing him the first time. It wasn’t a pretty sight and the bloody memory was probably engraved in their heads. No matter the task, the two men did their best to keep their composure in front of the Red Leader. It didn’t seem to work very well, because Tord's shoulders were already tensing.
”Can’t we take the tasers?”
”We’re out of funding. Besides, you don’t need them; I’m sure Y/N is perfectly capable of making sure Tom doesn’t step out of line. Why, I have a lot of trust in that woman. Quit overreacting.”
“It’s not the girl we’re worried about sir, it’s the beast!” Patryck huffs.
”Do you think Tom is going to ignore his trainer?”
”Probably.” Paul shrugs.
”Clearly you don’t know her very well. She can be persistent when she needs to be. Just not in bed.” he remarks, smirking.
”But isn’t Tom acting a little off lately with all the drugs you’ve been sneaking into his food?”
”Ah. That..”
”So, tasers?” Paul grins, leaning out a palm and cupping it in a repeated motion.
"No. Funding." Tord states, unamused. "A man who cannot fight without the sword is not a knight."
The Norski abruptly turns around in his swivel chair and inserts the DVD into the player. Patryck scoffs.
"Make do without it." He remarks, annoyed. "Shoo, now."
The two retreat, leaving Tord alone with his hentai in the control room. They walk side by side, dreading meeting Tom once more. They liked him much better when he was just human and easier to deal with. It's not comforting to know that they're going to be dealing with a giant half-dragon-half-monster looking beast with one large, glowing eye.
"No funding my arse.. he spends the money on hentai!" Patryck complains.
"And dressing up Y/N with the stupidest costumes." Paul rolls his eyes.
"I swore I saw a cat girl one somewhere in Red Leader's quarters." Patryck snorts.
"She's paid real good too. No wonder she tolerates Red Leader."
The short moment of happiness fades away as they approach the laboratories that held in the experiments. Patryck places his thumb in the scanner and the door is unlocked and they push inside. Entering the feeding room, they can't see much and the light from the window facing the hallways was the only illumination in the room, until they felt around the walls for a light switch. Turning it on, they find a feeding station to the right, a monitor that displayed footage from multiple cameras placed inside the containment room, and a changing station on the left. Ahead, they came upon a large window overlooking the containment cell. To the side, a heavy door with a device on the wall to input a pin. Paul takes out a crumpled up piece of paper that contained codes for varies different rooms. Putting it in with trembling fingers, the door opens and the duo step in, wary of their surroundings.
It was pitch dark, darker than necessary for a Saturday afternoon. The window in the distance that faced the garden barely provided any light in this rainy afternoon. Adding to the eerie ambience was the deafening silence. There was practically no way to tell where the beast was and they had to rely on touch and feel alone. Maybe feel for any rumbling..
"The hell is this? Let's grab the girl and scram, Pat!" Paul whisper shouts.
"Only if we can find her first." He feels his palms get sweaty.
"I can't see a thing, dammit! You have your flashlight on you, Patryck?"
"I do, but I don't think it's charged all the way." He sighs, taking it out and fumbling with the switch.
"Do it faster, would you!?"
"Keep it down, eyebrows! We haven't got a clue on where Y/N is yet, and you're already trying to get us a free ticket to Jurrasic Park!"
Patryck gets the flashlight working and starts scanning his surroundings. The room is large, large enough for the monster to have plenty of space to stretch and grow in size. A large area lengthwise too, good for running around. Going further, they find a slightly cracked phone on the cold floor. Based on the charms on it, they quickly deciphered the phone to be yours. Paul picks it up and scans it. Unsure of what to make of it, they could only assume that you dropped it while getting something. Not far off into the distance, they find your ripped up lab coat, shredded up into three pieces. Next to it huge claw marks.
"Do you think she was murdered?!" Paul quickly starts assuming.
"Don't be stupid, she's Tom's trainer for a reason."
"Well, there must be an explanation for a shredded up lab coat."
"There's no blood, so I say no murder."
"That's how all mysterious disappearances work before we found out they've been killed anyway!"
"Well, in the real world, we work based on facts and clues."
"Documentaries are very much real world."
"Look, monsters like Tom don't go roaming freely in the real world. It's exactly why we can't predict anything exactly inside the Red Labs."
"And you know so much? How many times have you even been to the labs?"
"Does it matter?! This base is huge!"
"I've been to the labs a plethora of times and-"
The phone in Paul's hand abruptly starts vibrating and plays a loud ringtone, scaring the wits out of the two.
"PAUL! DECLINE IT!! SHUT IT DOWN!"
"I'M TRYING! THE SCREEN'S SO CRACKED IT'S SHOCKING ME EVERY TIME I TOUCH THE FUCKING SCREEN!"
Tord sits in the control room, taking a well deserved break after watching an episode or two of Hentai. He has the telephone to his ear, trying to ring you one more time. His erection can only last so long.
"Pick up, dammit..."
Paul manages to get the phone on silent mode, just as they hear rumbling. They feel the floor vibrating and couldn't tell what it even was, but they knew that Tom managed to track them down. Without a second thought they run, their legs working purely on instinct, but Patryck drops the flashlight in a hurry. He tries to turn around and grasp it but Paul runs after him.
"Patryck, stop! Ditch the damn flashlight!"
Out of no where, the dragon like beast emerges from the dark and right above the flashlight, casting an ominous glow on his face. Its jaw opens wide and snaps shut on Paul, who failed to run out of the way after pushing Patryck to safety.
"PAUL! NO!!"
"I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU, PAT! REMEMBER MEEE.."
Paul's cigarette drops to the floor as the massive jaws fling him into the air and snaps shut as soon as he starts coming down, swallowing the man in one powerful gulp. Patryck's eyes follow the visible bulge in the monster's throat slowly proceed to his swollen gut, his mouth going dry in fear when he spots movement in there. He watches in horror, his mouth wide open. He steps back slowly and finally gathers up the courage to run. He dashes across the chamber, now grateful for the space around him. Tom, now having a visibly distended stomach and quite satisfied with his meal, wastes no time running after Patryck. The monster gains on him at first but the full stomach is proving to be a challenge. Patryck on the other hand is running like his life depended on it- because it probably does at this moment! He managed to hide in the dark and maybe even brought him more time. At that moment, Tord decides this would be the best time to contact Pat on his two-way radio.
"Paul! Patryck! Have you found her yet? Your time is almost up and I'm losing my patience, you know? I tried to call her number again but-" Tord's voice echoes through the chamber, loud and clear.
"SHHHHSHHHSHSH." Patryck searches for a volume button if there is any.
"What? What are you shushing me for?!"
"It's TOM! Can you be quiet?! He's trying to track me down! He's already got Paul, and probably even Y/N! I dont know what fucking drugs you gave him, but HE'S TRYING TO EAT US ALIVE!"
"What? I can't -- anything ---- saying -- say it again --"
"PAUL AND Y/N ARE-"
Tom's tail comes hurling towards him and knocks the breath out of him, sending him flying him across the room and landing somewhere in the middle with a painful thud. Patryck groans, clutching his head that now felt like a 100 kilograms. He sits up and struggles to get to his feet, and just as he did, he hears an ear piercingly loud roar. He groans, his heart pounding against his chest. The room was pitch dark, further losing all senses of touch and sight he previously had with the flashlight. The ambush factor was easily taken advantage of by Tom, who came flying in to seize Patryck with his claws. The beast slams him against the wall, growling aggressively. Eager to get a taste, the beast's tongue slips out, taking his time licking Patryck all over.
"Uff- ugh! You vile beast! You.. you ate Y/N too, didn't you?!"
"Yes, and she was most delicious. So was your little boyfriend.." The voice came out raspy and low as Tom retracts his tongue, tracing a sharp claw across the poor man's cheek. "And I most certainly will enjoy your form sliding down my throat into the depths of my stomach as well.."
A claw goes to feel his stomach as it starts grumbling pleasantly while the contents inside continue to squirm. Patryck swore he could almost see the outline of Paul's face. It nearly made him sick.
"Like what you see?" The voice came out with nothing but sinister intent. Look at them, struggling inside. "They don't know it only makes me feel even better. Ah.."
The dragon moved his body up so that his belly was pressed up against Patryck's face. If his face could go any whiter from fear, he'd camouflage with the wall.
"You feel that, Patryck? You're gonna be joining them very soon. Any last words?" Tom drools, licking his fangs hungrily.
"Nn.. Fuck you!"
Tom's maw opens wide and engulfs the top half of Patryck. The long tongue wraps around his lower form, helping him up into the jaws of the beast. Patryck tried to get the slippery tongue off him at first, but once he realised that it was in vain, and it only amused Tom more, he quit. As soon as the struggle was over, his upper body was in the throat and Patryck's legs followed shortly, and the monster ends the meal with a wicked burp.
Trying to stand up on all fours, he felt quite heavy now that he's consumed three people. Pleasing enough to to feel full and a small enough snack to fit.. maybe one more person inside. Yeah, 4 people could massage from from the inside quite nicely.
Saving the thought for later, Tom curls up in a corner of the room and sleeps on his side. His tail curls around him and the full stomach lulls him to sleep in a way so weird it felt blissful.
"Faen heller, these two idiots had one job!"
The Norski slams the walkie talkie down hard on the table, breaking the plastic covering. He quickly retracts his robot arm after the realization, having used too much force. He pinches the bridge of his nose knowing this will cost him too.
"De karene klarte ikke én jobb riktig. Jeg ga dem 15 minutter til å plukke opp en jente! Er det for mye å be om?! Herregud, jeg kan ikke tro det.."
Tord starts mumbling to himself in Norwegian, something he regularly does when he's upset, seriously considering going over to search for me himself. He would check security camera footage but, coincidentally, the power is down in the laboratory area due to the rain and the emergency power supply only goes to the critical areas of the military base. With no other choice, Tord finally decides to end the search once and for all and find me.
The clinking of his boots against the hard metal floor grew quicker as he fast approached the containment chambers. He scans, inputs the pin and rushes inside the dark chamber, running around in search of the missing members.
"Y/N! PAUL! PATRYCK!? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS?"
"Grrhh..." A low growl came from one corner of the room, followed by a low rumble.
"Tom..?" His head turns to the direction of the growl.
Following it, he turns the corner to find the beast curled up with its tail around itself, resting with what seemed to be a large swollen stomach, with something still clearly moving inside. On cautiously treading closer, he realises he's quite immobile now that he's carrying the weight of three adult humans. So that's what happened. Tord's curiosity peaked. First he gave a small smirk, then a grin that slowly grew bigger until he was laughing like he was Victor, a mad scientist, who just watched Frankenstein come to life. He was proud of what he'd achieved, a big, strong monster capable in the battlefield. He knew that Tom wouldn't let him down.
"You beautiful, beautiful creature.." Tord says admiringly.
"Spare me the nonsense talk.."
"But Tom, don't you see?! You're truly a weapon to behold! Think of all the people you'll end once you start working in the army!"
"I was perfectly capable of doing that while I was still human."
"Yeah, but when you were human you weren't angry all the time.. plus you're stronger in this form."
"Tch."
"Say.. what happened to my best guys? Y/N? Paul? Patryck?"
The dragon rose its neck up and yawned.
"Inside me. Safe. Untouched. And not getting out anytime soon."
“I knew dragons were possessive creatures, but I never realised they could be this persistent. You don’t think… you could keep me safe, do you?” Tord gives a wicked grin.
"You're offering yourself up...?"
"Consider this.. a pact of trust. I offer myself to you, and in return I may need you to serve some of my purposes."
The creature stands up and stretches its wings.
"You have a deal."
Tom swallows him up greedily and Tord makes his way to his eager gut.
"Y/N?"
"...Tord?!"