"Oh you can't honestly believe that two dragons of equal size, one being a shifter and the other not, would be an equal match?" the lithe white dragon scoffed at the obviously overconfident red.

"Of course not! You wouldn't stand a chance!" the bulky red retorted.

"Please. All I have to do is engulf you and you're mine to play with." For emphasis, the white dragon's form morphed with a wet slurp, his middle swelling and his head and jaws getting larger in proportion to his body. He punctuated this by having parts of him twitch and squirm, as if there was prey trapped inside.

"I think you overestimate the strength of viscous fluids versus muscle and bone. Shifter you may be, force of nature you aren't. You're food to me" the red smirked, licking his lips, completely unflustered.

"You willing to bet on that?"

"Why bet? Getting dinner out of the deal will be satisfaction enough for me."

"I couldn't agree more."

The two dragons eyed each other, each smirking, anticipating their triumphs.

"After you..." crooned the red, twitching his tail tip in offering.

"Oh no, you first, I insist" purred the shifter.

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(This situation is non-canon, and an experiment by Mandarax with the blessing of Mercy and Myself. No feelings were harmed in the making of this picture!)

Red Dragon (c) Mandarax

White Dragon (c) Mercy

Art (c) Me