Trex slurped and sucked, slowly drawing it deeper and deeper toward the back of his throat. It filled his mouth with its salty, wonderful flavor, and he struggled to breathe, unwilling to stop. He simply couldn't get enough. He swallowed, but he didn't dare pause. He needed it all, couldn't tolerate another second with out his belly full to the brim with the delicious, hot, and creamy sauce. It was easily his favorite flavor in all the hives, simply couldn’t be matched by anything. Well, save for a certain sweet treat…
Trex swallowed again, panting with his muzzle. He couldn’t allow any distractions. He had plenty to focus on before him, especially since it was fresh, just for him. It’s scent filled his nostrils completely, burning it’s way into every ounce of his being. It demanded attention, and he was more than willing to provide. Her buried his muzzle in the hot, creamy scent, his eyes fluttering as he drew in a deep breath. White cream decorated his muzzle, and he panted, his tongue flicking out to lap it up. The salty cream hit his tongue and he moaned. His eyes opened and he eyed the wonderful gift before him, practically steaming with heat. Using his magic to line it up, Trex began to suck and slurp again, willing more and more into his mouth and down his throat. As he enjoyed filling his belly with hot cream once more, he opened his eyes long enough to eye his next target. Before him sat a fat, girthy sausage, paired with a massive pair of juicy, perfectly round-
Trex yelped as a newspaper smacked the top of his head, forcing him to bite down on the noodle currently occupying his muzzle. He hissed as the newspaper came down again, then again.
"We are at a royal dinner and you will not eat like this!" Chrysalis hissed, smacking his head again with the newspaper as he tried to suck a meatball into his mouth. "You twirl the spaghetti, and you chew! You-*smack* -don't- *smack* -eat- *smack* -like- *smack* -this- *smack* -while- *smack* -I- *smack* -have -*smack* -guests! Why must you always do this?"
He hissed, then swallowed a meatball whole, choking on it loud enough to be heard throughout the dining room. Chrysalis threw her head back and cried out in anger, then continued to smack him with the newspaper.
Petra, for her part, was already on the floor, her legs kicking in the air, a circle of imaginary eggs and happy nymphs colored in yellow spiraling before her dazed eyes.
“Alfredo,” she mumbled. “My Trex loves alfredo with meatballs….”