You eat the dragon.
You lift the end of the tail up to your mouth, and insert the first
few centimeters of the barbed tail in. The dragon smiles at you, and
you smile back. Then, you start to suck inward with your mouth, just
as if you were drinking a soft drink, and the dragon's tail is pulled
in at an alarming rate. The flesh of the tail practically flies into
your mouth and down your throat as you suck in. Pretty soon, you reach
the end of the tail. You can feel the length of tail you've already
consumed comfortably weighting your belly. You take a short break here
to breathe in through your nose. The dragon looks back at you and
smiles encouragingly. "You're doing a great job," the dragon
sniffles, its face still expressing boundless gratitude, its claws
grasping the daisy sprigs. The dragon's face turns a bit apprehensive
as it asks, "I do taste alright, don't I?" You nod with as
much emphasis as you can; the dragon does indeed taste wonderful. It
smiles again, reassured. "Well," it continues, "You can
get back to it then. You should like this next part; I'm nice and
muscular here," the dragon explains, patting its hindquarters,
the next area for you to consume. Taking another deep breath, you
begin.
It's a bit harder to eat this part of the dragon; the skin is slightly
thicker, while the flesh is tougher and much meatier. However, you
just suck in with more strength, and it still comes easily enough. You
can't remember the last time you ate this well; the dragon is at once
tender and hearty-tasting, and it is absolutely delicious. You eagerly
devour its hindquarters, gulping down the dragon's massive hind-legs
with great relish. You again stop for breath. The dragon stretches,
and as it spreads its wings, it looks to be the very model of ancient
nobility and power. You also feel a slight movement within your belly
as the dragon stretches those portions which you have already
consumed, but you can feel that these areas are moving only weakly.
The dragon turns its great neck and examines you again, speaking as it
does so: "Yes, I can feel that you've already started to digest
me. It's getting harder to feel, or move, my legs and tail." It
stretches its wings again absentmindedly, speaking again as it does
so: "Yes, my wings and chest are going to be next to go, then my
arms, and finally my neck and head... And then I'll all be in that
cute little tummy of yours," the dragon says, patting your
stomach. "Then, all that's left is for you to digest me
completely, and then as soon as you, ah, have to 'go'... That'll be
all for me! I'll be all gone, and you'll be left. No point in waiting;
come on, eat up! This is the best part! Thanks again for the flowers,
they touched me as nothing else ever has... And goodbye! What are you
waiting for? Look!" The dragon flexes its chest muscles, and you
have to admit, they are quite impressive, and look quite delicious.
Unable to resist, you take another deep breath and start to slurp it
up again...
And you aren't in the least disappointed. This last section of the
dragon was by far the best; as you chewed through the dragon's body,
gobbled down the great wings, slurped up the forearms, and finally
sucked up the sinuous neck and head like a spaghetti strand, you had
to admit that this was the most delicious meal you had ever eaten, and
likely the best you ever would. Finally, you had eaten the entire
beast, as per your agreement. You feel a great and irresistable
drowsiness as a result of your extended meal; you cannot help but lie
down in the grass, cradling your comfortably bulging belly, feeling
the dragon within moving slightly every so often, as you slowly drift
off to sleep...
After an extended rest, you wake and stretch luxuriously, yawning
expansively. Looking around, however, the first thing you notice
is...
Looking at the dragon, you find that it looks like it would be easiest
to eat from the tail upward. You carefully walk around the dragon, who
is still crying out of gratitude for your gift. You take your
position, the spiny tip of the delicately scaled tail directly in
front of you. "You're sure it's okay?" you ask the dragon
one last time. It blows its snout expansively, dashing tears from its
eyes as it responds, "Yes, yes; letting you eat me is the least I
could do in return for these... Beautiful... Absolutely
beautiful..." The dragon starts to break down again. "Ready
for me to start?" you ask. The dragon mutely nods one last time,
too overcome to speak.
