Falco's eyes stared down the deep throat of FT that was nearly hidden by the rows of sharp dragon teeth and a tongue that was eager to taste the falcon.
Falco squirmed in FT's grip, not wanting to end up as food at this particual momement. His beak opened in shock and he quivered in the powerful dragon's grip. FT's tongue jumped from his mouth and quickly gave Falco a quick lick.
FT moaned from the small sample of Falco's flavor and began drooling even more. Falco knew he was doomed to be FT's food, but he'd rather go down on his own terms. Before FT could begin his meal, Falco shouted at the top of his lungs. "WAIT! Don't do this yet! I want to talk to you, and it's not about being let go!" He proclaimed, hoping it would stop FT.
He did stop. Falco now had chance to request something that might get him in the mood to be eaten. "FT, I don't want to be eaten at this momement because I'm not in the mood for it. However, if you...do somethings to me first, I might jump into the mood and let you eat me." He explained, trying to look into FT's eyes instead of his jaws.
FT thought it over for a second. Falco let out a whimper. Finally, he recieved a response.
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