Just a pup who loves balloons

dragons, being omnivores, have both cutting and crushing teeth. be careful to not get stuck between them! there's a lot of bite force there! most dragons you'll encounter are large enough to eat you comfortably, so as long as you don't thrash around and scream and make yourself hard to eat, the teeth won't be a problem.

the tongue, on the other hand. expect a lot of coiling and grabbing at you as the dragon manipulates you in its mouth, moving you into a position that'll be easiest to get down. you may be in the mouth for a while, depending on whether the dragon wants to savor you or just swallow you immediately. dragons, like cats, have tongues designed for grooming and pulling meat off bones, so expect a significant amount of force behind each gradual lick as the rough, spiked muscle sweeps along your comparatively small body. dragon saliva is the acting component in their flames, and it's thick, incredibly pungent, and sticks to the skin. you'll likely want to shower after any interaction with a dragon's tongue.

depending on the dragon, it may use its tongue to take your clothes off. some dragons get upset stomachs from their prey's clothing. you don't need to panic about that, or expect anything sexual – though some dragons may be alright with that! just ask, and remember, consent is key!

if the tongue coils around you a bit, don't worry! dragons instinctively coil themselves around each other and their valued possessions. it's a sign of affection, and that extends to their tongues. just lie still and let them show they love you! dragon tongues are very large and it can be a bit scary at first but they don't want to hurt you!

Throat:

so you've been swallowed! the most important thing is to not panic. it's definitely a weird feeling, but flailing around can hurt the dragon! holding still is safest for the dragon and you!

dragons have proportionately long necks compared to humans. when swallowed, you'll likely experience a long, slow slide down as its throat ripples around you, strong waves squeezing and gently pushing you downwards. it's damp, and usually dark, but you're very safe, even if it doesn't seem like that to you.

from here, there are two places you can go: dragons have the standard stomach for digestion, as well as a sort of pre-stomach, nicknamed the crop, that sits at the bottom of the throat, similarly to that of many birds (and gryphons, but that's a different post)

Stomach I:

a dragon's crop is used to hold and bring back pre-chewed food for hatchlings by their parents before they're old enough to chew themselves. however, at the moment it's going to be repurposed for keeping you nice and secure. this is the safest part of the dragon to be in, especially long-term.

compared to the rest of the dragon, the crop isn't large. In adult dragons, it can only fit one, maybe two people in it. think of it as being cozy! since it's at the base of the neck, the musculature is fairly dense there, since a dragon's neck has some of the strongest muscles in its body. you should expect it to squeeze around you, soft walls locking you in place. it won't be enough to damage you, but it'll likely be fairly firm, since most dragons instinctively squeeze their first stomach when it's full to make sure everything stays in place while they fly.

unlike the throat, which may retain some vestiges of light, the crop is dark. unless the dragon you're in has some kind of bioluminescence, you likely won't be able to see anything. it's also incredibly damp, thanks to the glands in the crop that secrete a weak enzymic fluid. it won't hurt you at all, though, since your skin is tough enough to repel it. worst case scenario, you'll get a bit red. you will get absolutely slathered in this slime, though. no one gets eaten by a dragon and comes out dry.

the trick for the crop is just to relax and enjoy the experience. it's like climbing into a dark, wet sleeping bag that seals itself to your body and is incredibly protective of you while you're inside. once you acclimate to the feeling of the damp flesh pulsing and twitching around you, it's supposedly very calming. it's fairly common for humans to fall asleep to the gentle vibration of their dragon purring around them.

once you're ready, the crop will flex and open around you, lifting you back into the throat, which will either guide you up and out of the dragon's mouth, or down into...

Stomach II:

the dragon's second stomach is more similar to a human's, being where the digestive process takes place. it's entirely possible to be here long-term and survive unmelted, but unlikely. for most things that end up here, the intent is to fully digest them for nutrients.

should you somehow end up here, it doesn't necessarily mean you're doomed. many dragons who consume curious humans have carefully tested magic to bring their tenacious explorers back, so being digested is usually not that permanent.

the digestion stomach, depending on dragon size, can be as large as a small room or the interior of a car. it has a moistness to the air, which has a strong organic smell. there are usually just a few feet of acid on the floor, unless they've just finished another meal, in which case some residual acid may still be there.

dragons eat large meals and digest slowly, so the acid isn't as strong as in some other species. you can sit down in it and it'll just itch a bit after a few minutes. by fifteen minutes in, you may see some redness with severe itching. acid reactions aren't usually the thing to worry about, however.

unless the dragon is actively pushing more air down into their stomach, the lack of oxygen will get to prey faster than the acid will. it's not scary, really, just a seeping tired feeling. you'll want to lay down in the slightly itchy hot tub water, your back leaning against the gently moving soft wall, and close your eyes. many dragons who plan to bring someone back from this stage will be talking to them, coaxing them through the process, keeping their nervousness from getting too bad.

it's easy enough to fall asleep. you're getting so tired, and the acid is faint enough that it doesn't burn, only tingle a bit, even as more drips from the walls and ceiling and the water level begins to rise up your legs slightly. when you sit back, the soft walls curl around you a bit, giving you a nice warm hollow to rest in. they're talking to you, calm words assuring you you'll be alright. you're perfectly safe, they promise. they would never let you do this if it could actually hurt you...

you just have to let your eyes flutter closed...

Outside:

...and then you wake up, sprawled out on the grass in the field, or tucked into the covers in the massive bed you share, or laying across their claws in front of the fireplace. their massive tongue is licking the digestive fluids off you, attempting to clean you, but only slathering you further in saliva. it's the thought that counts. you can see in their eyes they care about you and they're overjoyed that you're alright even though they knew you would be, because there was just a moment before you started breathing again that they worried about you.

their first question is always are you alright

I've already circled around them, cutting off their escape route and forcing their healer and mage to beat a hasty retreat, throwing off their casting.

The heavily armored one seems to want me to keep my attention on him, and I'm fine with that. He won't last long, certainly not long enough for the archer to find a spot to shoot from, nor for their spearwoman to find any weak spots in my scales.

I think I'll show that knight what he's up against, just to see the party's reaction. His sword is a decent piece of work, but nothing fantastic, so I have no qualms about catching the blade in my claw and shattering it as he takes his next swing.

Crystalline and pure, the sound of hardened steel shattering like glass rings through the cavern, and I drink in the terror as the ragtag band of adventurers calculates just how in over their heads they are.

While he's recovering from the shock of his blade shattering, I take the time to bat him aside like a bored cat, turning my attention to the spearwoman attempting to circle my flank. She wasn't expecting my gaze to fall upon her so soon, and I can see the terror in her eyes as my jaws descend. I can taste the blood on my tongue, mingled with the iron and oil of her mail. It's a pungent, bitter mix, but not entirely unpleasant, enjoyable as one might find a strong tea. My throat rumbles in delight as toned muscles reflecting years of training slide down my gullet, her thrashing, desperate struggles pleasantly kneading my insides.

The knight has regained his senses by now, but at this point, any combat discipline the group may have had is shattered. They all watched in terror as I devoured their comrade, and they know it's only a matter of time before they meet a similar fate.

My gaze likewise lingers on their figures, picking out my next course. The fighter was a delicious starter, I think, but I could go for something lighter, more delicate. The knight will be the main course, he's far too dense to be anything else, and peeling his armor will be good fun. The healer, well, she looks fatty and sweet and utterly terrified at the prospect of becoming a meal, so I'll save her for dessert.

That leaves the mage and the archer. The mage seems to be taking her sweet time channeling something, so I might just let her keep at it for now. Which means the archer is my next course.

A swift wingbeat staggers the knight again, putting him flat on his back, and propelling me towards the succulent huntress. A hasty shot glances off my scales, before I fall upon her. My claws clasp around her, tearing into her light armor, allowing me to easily tear it away from her form. Blood splatters the nearby wall as my talons strike deep, and the sweet sound is screaming fills the air. My tongue lashes out, wrapping her up in its cruel embrace, and I taste the delicious flavors of blood and oiled leather. She writhes in its grasp, but her struggles are futile as the muscular appendage pulls her to the back of my gaping maw. Her body folds in half as she slides backwards down my throat, and I take the opportunity to stand up on my hind legs and trace her bulge all the way down my gullet, before she settles into my stomach with her ally.

"Now it's time for the main course," I muse aloud. I wrap around on myself, serpentine in my motion, prowling like a cat, before pinning the knight to the ground under one claw. An idea strikes me, cruel and brutal. I gently lift the knight up to my jaws, holding him by the scruff of his neck. Any sense of honor he might have had is long gone, and he thrashes against his fate. But I will not swallow him immediately, not yet.

My jaws close gently, tapping my victim in a cage of wicked teeth. I can feel his feet starting to slide down the back of my gullet, but he is doing his best to avoid slipping. No matter. Deep within me, I feel an organ in my chest compress, and a familiar heat rises in my throat.

The screams of a burning man fill the air, mingling with the scent of roasting muscle and rendering fat. The oily flavor drips down my gullet, and I relish its taste. Leather straps and clothes char to cinder, and the metal plates of the knights armor glow white hot as they are bathed in flame. My tongue flicks into slots between armor plates, peeling them from seared flesh. One by one I spit the still glowing metal pieces to the ground, taking my time enjoying my charred treat.

One final boot drops to the ground with the muted *thud* of hot iron, and I allow the blackened morsel to be gently pulled down the back of my maw into my guts. Upon its entry into my stomach, I am rewarded with several pleasurable kicks from the other occupants.

Lighting crashes from across my lair, dancing through my scales and leaving tingling paths in its wake. It stings, and I look over to see the mage, staff outstretched, staring at me.

"Ah, the little goddess seems to have overestimated herself," I tease, settling into a stalking crouch as I prowl towards the robed woman. I note that her healer companion seems to have slid away while she had my attention drawn, and I realize I've left the exit unguarded.

Not that it matters for long. In the mage's panic, I see her eyes flicker over to something, or someone, and my tail lashes out at where I can see her focusing. Sure enough, I am rewarded with a gasp as my tail encircles my soon to be dessert.

"two tender little mages left..." I purr, stalking towards my next victim. "Oh, I've really spoiled myself now."

The morsel before me can't help but tremble in terror. A muffled scream emanates from my belly, and something lurches, sending pleasurable tingles down my body. This is going to be delicious, I think to myself.

I swipe my claw forwards, tearing through the fragile fabric of the mage's dress. It falls away like tissue, revealing the succulent, tender body underneath. Her scream echoes through my lair, the perfect pitch of terrified prey, simultaneously harmonizing with another shriek from the morsel wrapped in my tail.

"No need for that," I growl, as I stuff the tip of my tail into her mouth, muffling her screams. The healer writhes against my grasp, her impotent moans soaking around the tail stuffed down her throat. "You'll get your turn."

I turn my attention back to the nude mage before me. She's quivering oh so adorably, barely making a move to flee as my tongue wraps around her waist. I take my time drawing her back into my jaws, savoring the deliciously sweet taste of fear. Now that the threats are dealt with, I want to play with my prey. I close my jaws gently around her body, entrapping her fully within a cage of teeth, before I turn to the morsel in my tail.

I withdraw my tail from her mouth, a strand of saliva trailing between them, before, with another swift motion, I toss her to the floor before me. One swift strike, and her robes too fall away like autumn leaves. Her body is soft, well rounded, with plenty of fat padding out her abdomen. Tantalizingly tender. She whimpers and tries to cover herself with her hands. Such a cute instinct, really.

I open my maw, using my tongue to rotate the victim inside so she and the healer can look into each other's eyes, before I lower my head to the floor. The mage reaches, crying out in desperation for the healer to save her. It's adorable, really. Two doomed meals reach towards each other, fingers just grazing, before, with one quick gulp, they are separated again. The cry of despair filling my cavern is heavenly, as is the feeling of the mage's slender form sliding down my gullet. She's in shock, barely struggling as she is escorted to her tomb.

As the mage reaches my stomach, I slide my jaws slowly around my dessert. Such soft flesh deserves to be played with, and I toss her about with my tongue as I lift my head from the ground. Meanwhile, my stomach has begun to surge and clench around the struggling forms in my guts. A wave of pleasure washes over me as the surviving morsels coordinate an assault on my digestive tract. In response, I let out a satisfied growl, shaking the woman in my jaws. Shortly thereafter, I feel something snap as my belly delivers retribution for the assault.

Simultaneously, the morsel still waiting to be swallowed has my tongue's attention. The tip of that muscle plays over her curves, teasing moans and noises of protest from her. The probing tip traces around sensitive nipples, lapping up their oily flavor, before slowly delving between her thighs.

My victim thrashes, but as she does so, I close my jaws, allowing my teeth to pin her arms with a gentle reminder, drawing just enough blood for fear to hold them in place. My tongue laps at her sensitive core, eliciting more moans of protest and pleasure. It's quite cute, really, and soon, despite herself, I find her body pressing into my taste buds.

As her motions and vocalizations reach a fever pitch, I press in deeper with my tongue, while lessening the pressure on her arms. She grinds, hard, desperately trying to reach climax, not realizing that I'm beginning to swallow. She bucks, in a fit of lust, before the realization hits. My throat engulfs her in its fleshy grip, pulling her inexorably down. I can feel her writhing within me, her body wracking with pleasured convulsions a moment before sinking into my belly.