HOME | DD

Description
Juno was trapped inside that gut, no escape in hand. It wasn't possible, but it had happened: this dragon had fallen prey to a larger, hungrier, and infinitely drunker one. Juno could shift about, lying on a bed of something grainy. Rice. He didn't have time to check the percentage of koji, of course; there were more important things at hand. Like his imminent fermentation.

Sake-Sake's mighty stomach immediately began its work, churning and grinding, filling with a clear liquid. The stuff smelled of rot, for that's essentially what it was. Rot-juice. Anything it touched on Juno's body began to bruise like a dropped pear, then seep fluid. It smelled of decay, the rot-juice, and soon Juno's body reeked of it, too. Not that he'd long have much to say about that; his mouth filled with the nasty stuff as he gasped for air, and before he knew it his tongue had started tasting of a rotten apple, of aged dragonmeat. Then it became, as did everything in here, force-fermented, blended.

The rice had turned to mush around Juno and he could feel its unpleasant pudding-consistency with what few nerves he still retained. It's lucky that the inside of a sakedragon's belly is as tenebrous as any other stomach, for the sights wouldn't have let the poor Juno fade away without screaming. Not that he could without a tongue. Or vocal cords.

The bones were always the last to go, as Sake-Sake himself absorbed all their collagen and calcium and phosphorus into his own elastic, durable body. Can't have that jellied, enameled stuff ruining good sake. Speaking of, Juno's batch was about ready. The rice mash had blended under the torturous pounding of that strong stomach wall, and the juice of the dragon being fermented in there was now a new concoction, a strong one. The fibrous and metallic clothing on the dragon had slipped right through his disintegrating body and now, with the hiccups and belches of indigestion, Sake-Sake regurgitated each alcohol-soaked piece of it, so as not to let it affect the brew's flavor.

Sake-sama would smell of Juno for a long while, just faintly enough that anyone who knew him before this... incident would recognize the scent on Sake-Sake. They'd know what had happened.

Sake-Sake didn't care. He was too plastered from the immense amount of Juno-sake he was letting burble into his body from that stomach. He'd worked up quite a thirst from that meal, and now he made sure not a drop would go to waste. Or to anyone else.

Hic.

[ Flat color commission from ]

Description
Juno was trapped inside that gut, no escape in hand. It wasn't possible, but it had happened: this dragon had fallen prey to a larger, hungrier, and infinitely drunker one. Juno could shift about, lying on a bed of something grainy. Rice. He didn't have time to check the percentage of koji, of course; there were more important things at hand. Like his imminent fermentation.

Sake-Sake's mighty stomach immediately began its work, churning and grinding, filling with a clear liquid. The stuff smelled of rot, for that's essentially what it was. Rot-juice. Anything it touched on Juno's body began to bruise like a dropped pear, then seep fluid. It smelled of decay, the rot-juice, and soon Juno's body reeked of it, too. Not that he'd long have much to say about that; his mouth filled with the nasty stuff as he gasped for air, and before he knew it his tongue had started tasting of a rotten apple, of aged dragonmeat. Then it became, as did everything in here, force-fermented, blended.

The rice had turned to mush around Juno and he could feel its unpleasant pudding-consistency with what few nerves he still retained. It's lucky that the inside of a sakedragon's belly is as tenebrous as any other stomach, for the sights wouldn't have let the poor Juno fade away without screaming. Not that he could without a tongue. Or vocal cords.

The bones were always the last to go, as Sake-Sake himself absorbed all their collagen and calcium and phosphorus into his own elastic, durable body. Can't have that jellied, enameled stuff ruining good sake. Speaking of, Juno's batch was about ready. The rice mash had blended under the torturous pounding of that strong stomach wall, and the juice of the dragon being fermented in there was now a new concoction, a strong one. The fibrous and metallic clothing on the dragon had slipped right through his disintegrating body and now, with the hiccups and belches of indigestion, Sake-Sake regurgitated each alcohol-soaked piece of it, so as not to let it affect the brew's flavor.

Sake-sama would smell of Juno for a long while, just faintly enough that anyone who knew him before this... incident would recognize the scent on Sake-Sake. They'd know what had happened.

Sake-Sake didn't care. He was too plastered from the immense amount of Juno-sake he was letting burble into his body from that stomach. He'd worked up quite a thirst from that meal, and now he made sure not a drop would go to waste. Or to anyone else.

Hic.

[ Flat color commission from ]