That's not food (Patreon)

A more Drake-sized drake,  getting into shenanigans.  What if you could tame the Drake?  Impossible - you can never truly 'tame' an Ether Drake. The most you can do is convince it that working with you is more beneficial to it than fighting you.  Which I guess is technically taming it...  Sometimes accidents like this happen though, woops.

One of the crew members seems pretty fascinated by the sight!

Story-time, with a few lines suggested by  Splatapple!

The station's advanced engineering allowed it to survive the descent down the dragon's esophagus mostly unscathed, but now they have to just wait and hope that someone responds to the call - not to mention convincing the dragon to disgorge the station.  The metal creaking and groaning in distress as it struggles to resist the tremendous pressure exerted by the stomach walls as they begin to shift and contort, preparing for the digestion of a fresh meal.

Hours pass and the stomach's filling with acids.... The station's weaker sections begin to bend and crumple under the stress the muscles are pushing onto it and the hull's slowly being eaten away by the digestive fluids, even seeping gradually into the station in some weakened areas...

And that's when it happens  -  the station shudders violently as the muscles surge around it and pulls it back up into the esophagus. The dragon regurgitates the habitat back into open space  at the insistent request of a science vessel, having picked up the call before it was abruptly cut off when the dragon swallowed the station.

Saturated with thick mucus and caustic fluid it floats out of the dragon's distended maw and transport ships move in to offload the population from the damaged station  The last shuttle had barely left the station when the dragon snaps its jaws down onto the station and begins to work it back down into its protesting belly.

With the population evacuated from the station the dragon would not be dissuaded from making a meal of it this time and to prove that point it stares down the science ship and licks its jaws, sweeping the massive tongue across one corner of its maw and then the other before lifting its head back haughtily.

'Consider this meal a payment for my continued services',  it announced to the crew, 'after all your leaders were quite late on their last one.'Without waiting for a response it swivels around and flicks its tail dismissively, leisurely drifting off with the station's outlines clearly visible in its distended belly as it headed back to its home where it could sleep its meal off in peace.

"Well I said all that but...  This is  very  uncomfortable!"  the Drake thought to itself once it was out of the system and on its way back home. Once it had settled in to its den it tried to move as little as possible, resting as their stomach strains at the huge metal habitat inside. Massaging their distended gut with their wings, grumbling and cursing after every tired belch as the station compacts with painful slowness and willing its stomach do melt the station down quicker.

As impressive of a feat swallowing an advanced tier habitat whole was, it decided it would stick to more manageable foods in the future. Pirates, disposing of and recycling unwanted worn down ships,  maybe swooping down to a planet's surface to gorge itself on the local flora and fauna like its Sky Dragon cousin sometimes did... But never again would it eat prey larger than itself.