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It was a lovely day to be out in the fields. The sun was shining brightly for the first time in months. Winter had seen a long, almost constantly clouded, dreary slump where the cold was accompanied only by a grey sky. But with spring finally warming the land and life returning to the plants, it was hard to ignore the desire to go bound through the meadows and run through the forests. Failing to resist the urge, Torell rushed from his small home at the edge of town out into the wilds beyond. He had missed the warm light, the fresh air, and not to mention all the bugs and birds he just loved to chase. His somewhat small stature had him labeled as a rather harmless little green dragon and his personality seemed to match. He rarely got angry and utterly abhorred violence; which was why he was the perfect target for a pair of discriminating eyes watching his every move as he weaved this way and that through the tall grass.

Finally, after a long, rather exhilarating run, the slender, emerald fellow disappeared into the woods to have a bit of a rest near a little river he visited frequently. He plopped onto his rump and shoved his naked feet into the water, purring quietly as he drank in the first enjoyable day of spring he had waited so long for. He had lowered his guard and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest, unaware of the creature that closed in on him. A cry split the relative quiet, startling the poor little fellow as a flash of faint pink clouded his vision. A surprisingly strong force sent him to the ground before darkness took him. He had not fallen unconscious. He was in fact wide awake. The darkness that had claimed him was the moist, heated environment of his attacker's throat. He whined and squirmed about but to no avail. Within moments, he was tucked away in the predator's belly.

A hefty belch filled the air as a youthful young lady held her now impressively swollen middle, licking her lips to draw away every last hint of the dragon's flavor as she tried to stand. The bloated swell shifted about as she tried to steady herself, chuckling as her passenger fought to free himself from the prison of her stomach.

"Oh quiet down in there. You'll be fine. I'm not going to kill you. I've got plans for you my little green snack." A hiccup followed as she moaned softly, Torell whimpering and kicking against her hands from inside. He had been told that the forest wasn't terribly safe, that humans sometimes could be found lurking about. He had not actually seen his attacker's face but the balled-up fellow was fairly certain he had just been devoured by one. A steady swaying motion bounced him softly as the young woman, dressed in nothing more than a simple loin cloth and short-cut shirt, began to walk. What she had in mind for him, he dared not even begin to imagine.

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Several hours passed and Torell fell asleep within the surprisingly secure chamber, mystified by the fact that he had not begun to digest. He had heard of many of his kind and other species living in the cities that could stave off the process but such abilities he had thought were beyond the grasp of the primitive human race. Such ponderings were pushed to the back of his mind as his dreams distracted him with images of large, nasty, angry, fleshy figures dressed in little if any primal clothing, chasing him through the same forest he enjoyed darting after crows and doves in, never to catch them but more to see if he could just keep up. Finally, when he woke, Torell found himself in a well lit cave, his wrists bound above his head just high enough to let him sit somewhat comfortably on the smooth stone floor without straining his arms.

"Ahh so you're finally awake again. Was wondering when you'd come around. I coughed you up over an hour ago after I got tired of you kicking me in your sleep."

He blushed at the comment, and the fact that the young lady who had captured him was now topless, her chest exposed. For a human, she was very attractive. He knew only of certain species of feline who possessed comparable natural curves. Quickly, he averted his gaze.

"W-what do you want!?"

The woman cocked her head then flipped her hair to one side, grinning coyly at her 'guest' who had only until recently been her meal.

"I've got what I want. You. What's your name cutie?"

The jade fellow blushed and swallowed hard, his fear beginning to get the best of him.

"T-Torell. What do you want with me?"

The human avoided his question and moved on to her own introduction.

"My name's Chula. I've been watching you for a while. You weren't quite as frisky before the thaw. You like it warm don'tcha?"

Again, her green prisoner blushed and nodded, not sure where this inquisition was leading.

"Yeah, I don't like winter. What do you mean you've been watching me? For how long?"

"About five seasons."

He blinked as she answered so quickly and matter-of-factly. She had been stalking him and he never even noticed until she was on top of him. That left him unsettled.

"Why? Why are you so interested in me? What do you want from me? Why did you bring me here!?" His voice quickly went from steady to hysterical, rather scared by the thoughts now plaguing his mind. Was she going to take him back to her people? Was she going to leave him here to starve? Was she going to keep him as a pet? He struggled to understand her motives before she even dared to answer.

"It's a long story and you're probably not interested so I'll just g'head and skip it."

Torell's eyes widened, his legs kicking as he squirmed against his restraints.

"No! I wanna know! I don't care how long of a story it is, I want to know why you ate me and brought me back here just to throw me up!"

The woman sighed and ran one of her hands through her long auburn locks. It was a tale she wasn't terribly interested in telling but she figured he probably wouldn't stop squawking until she threw him a bone. To that end, she leaned forward and crawled on her hands and knees around a small fire she had lit in the center of the smallish cavern, the smoke flowing up through a hole above where sunlight poured in. Once she was within but a few feet, she settled again, legs crossed, hands behind her for support. The stance seemed to accentuate her bust, which the green fellow was finding hard not to glance at now and again.

"Fine, just... calm down before you burst a blood vessel," It was curious how well she spoke. Torell paused trying to mentally rationalize her knowledge of language before recalling a documentary some years back discussing how the humans were fast learners and how they had adopted modern speech. How they had come to learn such a vast number of colloquialisms was still a bit of a mystery but it was clear that they were evolving on an intellectual level at an unbelievably rapid pace, "About two years ago I was off with my tribe, doing my thing as us humans do, hunting, foraging, just trying to survive. We knew of how much more advanced your kind was over us but most of my people were too superstitious, too scared to bother trying to learn more. I wasn't. So one night, I snuck into town and looked around for something to take back. Later I found out all it was I had 'stolen' was an empty soda can but I thought it was pretty so I took it."

It seemed so silly to Torell that someone would find a used can precious enough worth 'stealing' from the trash, but then he remembered how many homeless people did just that. He remained quiet, not wanting to interrupt the human as she continued, lest she devour him again.

"When I told everyone what I had done and showed them what I found, they all freaked out, terrified that I might have led more of you to us. My dad was the chief of our tribe. My mother was the high priestess. They were the most paranoid out of the entire group, so they banished me. I was kicked out of my own tribe for stealing a piece of trash. I figured if I was getting exiled, I'd at least do something that was worth getting exiled for. I snuck back into camp that night and took this from them," she reached over to a small pile of dingy clothes and uncovered what looked like a very slim laptop computer. It was an older model but it was still new enough to have the first generation solar cell rechargeable battery in it, "We called this the 'book of light' 'cause... it looks like a book and it lights up. Real creative huh?"

Torell stared wide-eyed at the device before him. Sure it was several years old and it was dirty, but it appeared to still run fairly well. It explained a great deal about the young woman and her people coming to understand language so quickly.

"Where did you get that?"

She slipped it back into the pile of cloth and resumed her reclined stance, chest pushed forward slightly like before.

"Some fuzzy guy was out wandering around in the woods. I think he was mapping it out or something. I'm not really sure what he was doing, but he had this with him. We watched him for a while and when he finally noticed us, he freaked, dropping all his stuff and running like a bat out of hell. Fast lil son of a bitch too. We looked through his stuff and everyone went all 'ooo and ahh' over that thing." The story seemed fairly believable if at least a little far fetched. How on earth did they know how to operate the machine? Maybe they had watched the previous owner use it and mimicked him. That seemed to make sense. And if it had a wireless adapter, she could have easily tapped into the global information network and learned all the slang she could possibly want to know. Among other things.

"Okay, that explains about the computer and how you guys can talk as well as us but that still doesn't tell me why you ate me!" He was still upset about it, recognizing how humiliating it might be for those who knew him to suddenly learn he had been swallowed whole by a human. Chula giggled and leaned forward, moving uncomfortably close to the emerald fellow, her chest brushing along his; which he just now realized was uncovered as well. The soft, warm skin glided gently along his fine scale hide, bringing a soft yet sharp inhale from him.

"Oh I ate you 'cause I was hungry and didn't wanna walk all the way back here on an empty stomach," She pressed herself against him enticingly, licking along his jaw line in a seductive manner, or perhaps she was just tasting him again, "Here's the deal. I'm not wanted back in my tribe anymore, even though I was pretty much a princess. I was gonna take over when my mom and dad kicked but they booted me. So I say screw'em. I want into your world, and you're going to help me."

Torell swallowed hard once more, his cheeks now a deep hue from a mixture of discomfort and embarrassment.

"H-how am I s-supposed to help you? I c-can't just l-let you m-move in with me or something. Hell I can't even keep you as a pet! People would run screaming when they saw you or they'd try to maul you!"

A strange, crooked, yet alluring smile spread across the woman's lips, pressing them softly against the end of Torell's muzzle.

"As fun as that sounds, I've got other plans. But before we get to that, it's been a long time since I've been with a boy. My parents got pissed at me for sleeping around but I did it anyway. It was fun. Now, I don't have to worry about them screaming at me for anything." Her voice slowly softened, taking on a huskier quality as she ran one of her dexterous hands along the smallish fellow's smooth chest.

"Y-you want t-to... to..." The poor dragon stuttered uncontrollably, his form trembling as the woman maintained contact between the two of them, her other hand working to unfasten his trousers.

"I want to see if a human stacks up to a dragon. I've heard lots of silly little legends and fairy tales about how generously equipped you boys are in the city. I wanna see if it's true."

Again Torell gulped, this one followed by a soft moan as her slender fingers managed to breach into his pants, sliding along his groin. Just having been so close to her for this long already had garnered a response below, but the much more intimate contact seemed to stiffen him much more quickly. Chula giggled and tugged his garment down to expose that which she sought, then moved to straddle his hips, eyes flashing with fiery passion. The dragon protested as best he could, hoping he could get out of this alive and without being branded a pervert for sleeping with a human. They were considered just simple animals after all!

"I... I don't think this is such a good idea!"

Her voice was but a whisper now while he continued to speak quite loudly.

"It's not like there's anything you can do about it. Now shut up and screw me hard," With that, she silenced the young dragon with a forceful kiss, guiding his now erect length up under her loin cloth, skillfully taking him into herself without needing to remove the article. An intense warmth, moist, tight, and yet at the same time soft, enveloped Torell's aching length. His eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, his form tensing under the expert efforts of the admittedly promiscuous female. Down she pushed onto his elongated appendage, cooing through pursed lips as she worked her tongue forward to find his, toying with the forked organ. When she felt two round swells press against her from below, she knew she had hit home and broke the kiss, already slightly out of breath, "Damn. The boys back home have nothin' on you! I can almost taste it!"

The exasperated dragon finally managed to bring his gaze back to the human atop his lap, whimpering oh so softly but not out of displeasure or pain.

"T-thanks... I guess." He was unable to conjure forth anything else to say. He wanted to be set free, to go home and pretend none of this had happened. His first sexual experience wasn't shaping up the way he had hoped. Still, he couldn't deny that at least part of him was enjoying it. Slowly, Chula lifted off of him but not entirely, quickly pushing back down with great force onto the dragon's length, moaning as she felt him reach quite deep into her quickly warming tunnel. The movement only served to make Torell shiver and grunt softly not in protest but from the sudden downward shove. Again the once-princess as she called herself repeated the action, waiting only a brief moment between movements as she set a steady pace, ever so slowly picking up speed. As the rhythm quickened, the jade fellow found himself actually working his own hips in time with her ministrations, pushing up towards her, driven by the heat of the moment. Her hands roamed about his scaled figure, enjoying the change of texture, feeling along his back and exploring his wings. They were unusual features to her and she seemed quite fascinated by them, stroking and caressing along the leathery membranes, teasing across joints and muscles to see what sort of reaction she could draw out.

Torell himself, while not having been in so intimate a position with another, had felt others in close proximity; hugging, accidental contact, being picked up by those bigger than himself, but never had he experienced a human's touch, finding the lack of fur and scale, while curious, to be an interesting experience. Beyond that, no one had engaged in such extensive exploration of his wings before save for his parents and a doctor when treating a minor injury. This was much more passionate, caressing with the purpose to stimulate, not simply examine. Something about it seemed to add another level of pleasure to the entire scenario, and while he was still worried about what she might have planned for him, he wasn't about to complain about his accommodations.

The two ground against one another with unbridled fervor, a sort of humidity coming off of the woman as she exerted herself, making their back and forth movements seem to glide more easily between skin and scale. Torell let himself become distracted by this but only for a brief moment once he came to realize that she was in fact beginning to sweat. The aroma of her perspiration tickled his nose ever so lightly, greatly overshadowed by her arousal below. The fact that she was putting that much effort into their coupling only served to entice him further. Harder and harder they pumped, the dragon's backside beginning to ache from the constant bouncing. Something would have to give soon, otherwise he might not be able to sit down for a good while.

And finally something did give. Chula's undulating passage tensed, gripping her new lover in an unbelievably tight lock as she tilted her head back and cried out softly, her voice growing louder as climax rolled over her like a tidal wave. The sudden, rippling constriction of the dragon's length brought forth his own groans as the heated organ pulsed and throbbed, unloading its potent batch of musky release deep into the human female. The burst within carried an unearthly warming sensation that the woman relished, slowly falling limp against the emerald beast she had captured, panting heavily, smiling from ear to ear, eyes somewhat glazed over.

"Ooo yeah, I think I'm gonna like the big city life." Her comment seemed to lodge itself in Torell's mind, still working feverishly to deduce just what she intended to accomplish. He managed to regain his composure fairly quickly as the woman leaned against him. If his arms had been free, he would have wrapped them around her, finding the situation more and more amiable as time passed.

"So, are you going to tell me just how you expect me to help you 'get into' my world?"

Chula, her chest still heaving, managed to breathe her answer with a very broad grin.

"You're gonna sneak me in."

"And just how am I supposed to do that?"

The human lifted her chin, her gaze meeting Torell's as she continued to expose her pearly whites.

"I'll show you." With that, she removed her arms from his sides and used both hands to essentially pry the poor dragon's mouth open, shoving herself in as best she could. Torell was taken by surprise, not having expected such an attempt, whining quietly in protest. He wasn't sure if he was even capable of such an act, let alone whether or not it would be advisable. Much to his dismay however, the sudden intrusion of his captor, her hands pushing to the back of his throat, brought an instinctive reflex. He swallowed quite hard, dragging her head and shoulders into his throat in the process. Her buxom, pillowy chest mashed against his tongue where he noticed a unique, exotic flavor lingering about her flesh. The dragon found himself lashing his slick, probing organ about her lovely orbs, eliciting all manner of giggles and delighted moans from the woman. Before too long however, he felt a nagging ach in his throat and was forced to swallow again, almost gagging in the process.

Down his gullet she slid, her legs trembling softly as she pushed up off of him, weakened somewhat by the intensity of their union. Her slender tummy, which had been stretched quite far to contain him, glided along past his jaws without so much as a scratch from the glistening teeth surrounding her. The bulges in his neck shifted and contorted as the woman inside was sent further inward, her form visible under his scales. Her hips fell into his maw as she wriggled about, squirming to entice him to go further, legs spread to allow him a taste if he so chose to sample. Conveniently enough, her loin cloth had snagged on his lower jaw, pulling it free to grant him access. Unable to avoid the moist folds found between those delicious thighs, Torell offered a few reserved slurps at Chula's womanhood. Almost immediately, his eyes lit up and he began digging his tongue deeper, parting those nethers and drawing away as much of that sweet nectar as he could muster. The resulting convulsions from within him seemed to feel rather interesting as well, especially when he managed to strike an especially sensitive region.

Moans and cries of climax emanated from his abdomen until a scream filled his belly, the woman splashing her musk-laced release across Torell's maw before going limp once more. From there, there was little the dragon had to do. Chula's own weight as well as the inexorable pull of the beast's throat saw her slowly slide in the rest of the way, her feet vanishing into her captive turned captor's mouth. Those too were eased downward as lumps in his neck until the last of the human was curled up in the same chamber he had been forced into by her earlier that day. He panted and blinked slowly, his eyes glassy and his mind reeling from what he had just experienced. Chula shifted under his scales softly, her lovely form vaguely visible as nothing more than an outline in the grand dome.

Slowly, Torell recovered and lowered his gaze to his new, tightly packed gut, whimpering loudly as he watched the girl squirm in his belly. Something about it all brought a strange, alien sense of satisfaction to him, but still... he had eaten her and that could only mean one end result in his mind. He had not trained himself to halt his body's natural processes. Surely she would perish within his gut if he didn't release her soon.

"Why'd you do that!? Who's gonna untie me!? I'm stuck here until someone finds me which could be days, weeks even!" His statement was followed by a soft hiccup then a giggle from his occupant.

"I'll tell you in the morning. I'm tired and I bet you are too. Get some sleep."

Again, the dragon whimpered, wishing he knew how to cough her up, worried not only that he might end up with severe indigestion but that she would pass away, something he would not wish upon anyone.

"But, but you force fed yourself to me. I ate you! You'll die in there!"

She snickered between gentle yawns, feeling as though she were cuddling up against him inside.

"You were fine for the eight hours I hauled you around. I'll be fine for however long you're asleep and however long it takes to get back to your place. Now get some rest. We've got a big day tomorrow and I can't have you passing out and landing on top of me while I'm in here." Those were her last words of the night. She planned on resting and didn't want him keeping her up with incessant questions and concerns. Quietly, the green dragon whimpered once more and silenced himself, attempting to find sleep. In the back of his mind, he admitted to himself that something about a big, round, full stomach with someone moving about inside it did feel strangely enjoyable. Still, he could not put the possibility that she might die out of his thoughts. He worried and schemed and brainstormed on ways to remove her until his eyes drifted shut and a quiet purr rose from his throat, falling unconscious.

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Morning came and with it a few surprises for both human and dragon alike. Torell woke and yawned widely, his vision blurry as he gazed about the cave, then up at the light filtering through the foliage hanging above the gap in the ceiling. It was shaping up to be another warm, bright day which lightened his heart. His elevated mood was cut short when he noticed the weight in his middle was gone. The belly he sported last night was no more. He was trim and slender once again, bringing a panic to the forefront of his mind.

"Chula! Chula where are you!? Oh god please tell me you climbed out before I woke up! Chula! Please answer me!" In a surprising display of concern, he realized that he had come to posses a fair amount of affection for the human despite the fact that she had attacked him, eaten him, and then tied him up in her cave. As he continued to call out for her, the familiar sound of her voice seemed to be coming from somewhere. She sounded groggy as though she were just waking as well.

"What? What is it? Why are you yelling?"

Torell began to calm once he heard her respond, relieved to know that she was alive.

"Where are you Chula?"

She groaned a little and yawned, oblivious to the nature of what had occurred last night.

"Look down at your gut. I'm still in there. Stop freaking out."

His worry returned, beginning to breathe heavily, looking about hoping it was just a joke.

"No you're not! You're not in there anymore! I'm skinny! Where are you!? This isn't funny!"

Now Chula was confused and mildly concerned as well. She attempted to stretch and explore her surroundings a bit, finding that she could not move her arms but only within a restricted region; specifically, over her head. She blinked and gazed around, finding herself back in the cavern she had called home since her expulsion. It was as if she were in the same position she had left her dragon prisoner in when she fell asleep.

"Torell... did you spit me up and tie me to the wall like I had you?"

That was quite the odd question considering he was struggling to free himself as well. He whined and kicked softly on the ground as he tried to liberate his hands.

"No! I didn't spit you up just like you asked! And I wouldn't tie you up if I had!"

"Well I can't move my arms and I'm looking at what's left of the campfire I made last night. Just cool it before you-" That's when it began to dawn on both of them. When Torell was hearing her voice, he began to realize that his jaw was moving as she spoke. Chula began to realize the same for her emerald counterpart, "Torell, do me a favor and close your eyes for a second."

It was an odd request but he was beginning to assume the same as the female. He did as he was asked and shut his eyes tightly, hoping it was just a bad dream.

"Okay, my eyes are closed. I won't see where you were hiding, just please come out and untie me now."

The sudden loss of vision struck Chula and it confirmed her suspicions.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," She opened her eyes, much to Torell's dismay, "Somehow, we got put together in one body. Just relax and I'll get us untied." With that, she pushed her hands upward towards what it felt as if she was tied to, finding a hook the rope had been hanging on and lifted the restraints free of the rock face. Down came her arms and in short order, she had the bonds unfastened. From there, she began to examine their new shared body. The scaled fellow struggling to understand just what had happened sputtered and shook his head indignantly, completely unable to believe such a thing could come to pass.

"We're in the same body? How is that even possible?"

"I don't know but it looks like it's yours," she paused, realizing she spoke too soon, smirking when she noticed that her bust had not been lost, "but with a few tweaks. I think this might be kinda fun. I look like you now. I'll be able to move freely through town and no one will be the wiser!"

Torell whimpered and remained in the background, not wanting to seem rude and just take control away but by the same token he was terrified that he was no longer in control of his own body.

"But... but we can't stay like this! We can't share a body! And I can't be a girl! I'm a boy!"

One of Chula's hands slipped down along her new form, exploring the fine pattern of emerald scaled armor with elated giggling. The giggles went quiet and her smile seemed to stretch even further as she noticed the feature between her legs.

"Well, that's for damn sure! You're a boy... and I'm a girl! Together, we're a bit of both!" She cackled and gripped their shared length, stroking along the ample shaft eagerly to feel what it was like to be a male. She shivered and cooed happily as Torell was struck with the same sensations, moaning in the back of the woman's mind.

"Oh god... we're... we're both? How is that possible!?"

Chula's free hand slipped down past the two weighty orbs and felt along the flesh behind, once more delighted with what she found. Immediately, she shoved a pair of fingers into the folds she had discovered. The sudden jolt of pleasure silenced the dragon's mind. With a bit of effort, the altered dragoness curled her tail about, bringing the tip to join her hand below, plunging deep into herself. With tail in place, the hand it accompanied slid free and moved to her chest, cupping one of her pert, melon-sized breasts, squeezing it liberally as shi pleasured herself. Harder shi pumped her fingers over the firm shaft shi now owned, doing all the work for her new 'roommate' so he would only have to sit back and bask in the glorious experience. The two of them moaned as one as Chula continued, quite the expert at stimulating not just herself but the male side too. Within moments, she quivered and cried out, loosing a draconic shriek of ecstasy that echoed through the chamber. A hot gush of warm feminine honey coated her new tail as her firm member pulsed in her hand, launching a thick splash of musk across her bust, coating her bosom nicely.

The dragoness relaxed and purred, hugging hirself as the two minds reconciled, Torell, overwhelmed by the power of a female climax, was beginning to think it might not be so bad, and Chula was far more experienced than he was. While she remained quiet, he voiced his amazement at the sensations that had just assaulted his senses, finding once would not be enough for him.

"Wow... that was... incredible! Can we do that again!?"

Chula laughed and slowly began to stand them both up, grabbing her old loin cloth and slipping it on, amused by the bulge that formed over their still firm length before slipping her old top back on, impressed that it was still able to cover their chest despite the fact there was no allowance in the back for their wings.

"Sure, but first, let's get back to your place. I'm sure it's more comfortable than a dirty old cave. I'm looking forward to sleeping in a bed." Images of Torell's home began to swirl about between them, memories mingling as the two came to more readily accept being one.

"Okay, fair enough. You know where it is?"

"Yeah, I think I do. We're gonna need to call ourselves something. I don't have any real need to keep my name but yours isn't very girly... and let's face it, together, we look very feminine."

He chuckled as he listened, recalling what his mother told him when he was fairly young.

"Mom said she thought I was gonna be a girl so she was gonna name me Tory. She had to change it when she found out I was a boy. I say we go with that."

A grin spread across the dragoness' lips.

"Sounds good. Now let's pack up and go home. I wanna get into town as soon as possible. I wanna meet some guys... and maybe some girls too." She snickered, as did Torell. The seductive beast laughed and talked to hirself as shi gathered up what few things there were to be had and departed, ready to start hir new life.