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It was a day after meeting Max, getting to know him inside and out, literally. Solid recovered from Andrei's back-breaking hug, being nigh indestructible since he was a goo creature.

He had set up in the guest room for the time being, figuring the place wasn't s bad spot to spend some time on his prolonged vacation.

Andrei had left to his own apartment after staying up way too late catching up to Solid. It was just him and Max, as Nick spent a lot of time out of the house, but he seemed nice from the short conversations they had.

Max, true to his word, didn't try any shenanigans with Solid after their encounter. He didn't even scan him again, having promised not to do so without permission going forward.

The following day, however, he did hit Solid with a predictable question after bringing him breakfast-in-bed.

“… so, can I eat you again?" He bounced a few times after asking, his little tail fluttering behind him.

Solid raised a brow, chewing a few strips of bacon. Swallowing loudly, he leaned in and tapped Max's screen— flinching when he noticed the prominent, gold-filled cracks he wasn't able to see when they had met in the dark.

“Your face is cracked, what happened?" He found himself wanting to apologize for touching the little guy so close to his apparent damage.

Max gave a dismissive shrug. “It happened when I lost my original legs. Well, most of them. I'm perfectly fine, though! I had a stutter but that only comes back when I overheat or get too excited. The gold stuff is nanites from Nick. They found me and fixed me up."

“They?" Solid glanced to the side in thought. “Have I been using the wrong pronouns for that bloke?"

“They're two people, both male. It's complicated… I guess CJ is fluid— a bit like you actually!" Max smiled, then gestured to his cracked screen again. “Anyway, don't worry about the crack! The stuff filling it is actually stronger than the visor itself."

Solid nodded, eating the remaining strips of bacon and greedily pouring the scrambled eggs into his mouth. He swallowed the mass of food again, catching Max locking onto the subtle lump traveling down his neck when he did so.

“So. You can try, but…"

Max gave a happy trill, starting to bounce again. Solid leaned in.

“BUT. It's your turn to be on the other side. If you don't get me, I'm eating you." He crossed his arms and smiled down at his little friend.

Without hesitation, Max thrust a hand toward him for a shake. “Deal."

The two shook on it, and their deal was struck.

• Attempt #1

After a post-breakfast nap, Solid awoke to feeling a familiar warmth creeping up the last foot or so of his tail.

He rolled onto his back and looked down, lifting the long appendage up and seeing Max hanging from it by his mouth like a fish on a hook.

The little protogen gave a playful growl.

Shaking his head and grinning, the dragon swung his tail over and dangled the protogen over his open mouth.

In a display fitting their seven foot size difference, Max's entire body was tucked down Solid's throat along with a few feet of his own tail.

He didn't even need to swallow, feeling Max's cool feet pressed up against the entrance of his stomach.

His throat swelled, emitted a deliberately loud gulp, and he slid his tail from his jaws; dripping with saliva and free of the protogen that had latched onto it.

Max found himself tucked away in the dragon's stomach. The glow of his face lit up his surroundings and gave him a pretty good view of the slippery walls that surrounded him.

The green light was soon stained pink as his pixelated blush lines appeared. He reached out in the spacious chamber, gently running his hands against the folded walls and giving them a little push.

They pushed back, as Solid pressed at the minuscule lump Max's pressure created. The rabbit was so small, no one would be able to tell at a glance that the dragon had swallowed him.

Giving a little yawn, he curled up around his gut and rested a hand on top of it, lazily stroking his belly plates. “Think I'll have another nap. Better luck next time, little fella'."

Max rolled onto his side, shivering a little at how well he fit into the creature he had swallowed himself recently. He'd never admit it, but this pushed his buttons quite a bit.

The protogen gave a soft nuzzle into the lining of Solid's stomach, sending a pleasant tingle into his body in doing so. He crawled around in a circle not unlike a dog preparing for bed, and settled in to nap himself.

• Attempt #2

Several hours later, Solid checked the clock and grumbled a bit. Sitting up, he felt something flop against the inside of his gut and suddenly remembered he had a “guest."

“Ah, right, let's just…" Bending down, he gave a soft wretch before a small lump traveled up his neck, and in a pool of saliva and stomach juices, Max spilled out onto the floor in a sticky heap.

The protogen groaned, rolling onto his back and looking up at the dragon. He gave a dramatic point, grinning devilishly. “I'll get you next time! … After I clean up this mess, anyway."

The floor was mopped, Max was toweled off, and soon he joined Solid in the living room. He had settled in with a bowl of chips and started watching cartoons.

Max pondered his approach, eyeing his quarry from a distance and ruminating on his options in his head. “Tail would be too slow… I could try his horns, but I'd only be able to get one in at a time and that wouldn't work. Maybe if I start with his hair I could take the back of his head? No, I don't want to pull his hair, that might be uncomfortable or make me gag. … Maybe I can catch him by surprise?"

Solid watched the little rabbitoid approach, stand in front of him on the couch and smile. He wasn't even tall enough to disrupt his view of the screen. Munching a fistful of chips, he gave Max a little nod of acknowledgment. “You watched this? Great show, I wish Bandit was my dad."

Without responding, Max parted his visor, gaped, and fired his leg extensions as hard as he could; launching toward Solid like a mouth-tipped missile.

The dragon flinched, suddenly the little guy was flying at him?! “Max WHA- GLLK!"

Having opened his mouth to speak, Max had propelled himself straight into it and buried himself waist-deep in the dragon's gullet.

Solid blinked a few times, looking down at the protogen's extended legs. He lifted him up, and the extensions went slack like an over-extended tape measure. With a slight shrug, he extended his tongue, looped it under the protogen's crotch and hauled him into his jaws.

He took a few gentle gulps, sending the majority of the smaller creature down his throat with ease, then found himself spending the next several minutes slurping up his still-extended legs as though they were metal spaghetti.

Max's robotic feet clinked and whirred as his toes grasped at the air, then were tossed into the back of Solid's throat and tucked away to join the rest of him.

The little rabbit, packed away and now entangled in his own legs, began to slowly retract and re-seat them. He swiped a mass of chewed-up chips from his visor and crossed his arms with a grumpy huff.

• Attempt #3

The evening came, and Max was in need of a wash. Having been sitting in a stomach twice today, his fur was getting matted and his metal components were starting to get build-up in their various nooks and crannies.

“Solid?" He stood in front of the dragon, neck craned to look up at him again.

Solid gave a little “mmn?" in response.

“Can you uh… help clean me off? Nick usually does it but he won't be back for a while." He gave his ears a little flick, idly brushing at the exposed fur of his belly.

The dragon grinned, wide. “Sure, I've got a way we can-"

Max cut him off. “Great!" With that, he took off down the hall and rounded a corner into the bathroom.

Solid watched him take off, shrugged, and followed after him.

The rabbit was already starting to draw a bath, adding bubbles and perfumed salts as the water filled the tub. He sat down on the edge of the tub, looking up at Solid as he joined him. He detached his legs with a soft electric hum, leaving them standing in place as he lowered himself into the tub with his arms.

The dragon blinked again. “Oh, right, you can do that, huh?" He stepped closer and looked down at the rabbit, who didn't even take up half of the space in the tub. “How do you clean your legs?"

“Dishwasher!" Max called out cheerfully.

Solid gave a soft chuckle. “Is that what you needed my help with?"

Max nodded. “Bottom rack is fine, use the tabs we have next to the machine. Come back once you get it set up though, I actually need your help in here getting all my ports cleaned and stuff."

The dragon gave a little nod, picking up the detached legs and taking them to the kitchen. As instructed they were tucked away into the empty dishwasher, he threw in a detergent pod and started the machine.

When he returned, Max was scrubbing his empty leg sockets with a bristle brush. The look on his face seemed to imply a deep satisfaction from the sensation, he even let out a little sigh as though he were scratching an itch.

Waving to Solid, he offered the brush to him and pulled one of his arms off.

Again, the dragon flinched. “Those come off too!?"

Max chuckled, “waving" at him with the detached arm. It dangled limply as he did so.

“Stop that, it's weird!" Solid chuckled, grabbing the detached limb and giving it a look over. “What do you want me to do with this, now?"

“You can hang it from the shower curtain rod, the connection point is magnetic— and careful, I can still feel it as long as it's nearby."

Solid froze, a grin crept across his face.

Max looked up at him, starting to scrub his empty arm port with the brush now.

The dragon gave Max's hand a gentle lick across the palm, deliberately going as slow as possible as he watched for the rabbit's reaction.

The protogen dropped the brush he was scrubbing himself with, shivering noticeably. “Wh-wh… Hey! What are you doing?" His blush lines came back.

“So you can feel all of this, eh?" Opening up, Solid held the rabbit's arm by the connection point and began to gently lower it into his throat. It was so small it didn't even touch the sides. He swallowed, loudly, causing the fleshy walls of his throat to compress and knead the limb a bit deeper.

Max squirmed in place, his groin plate scraping the base of the tub as he let out a little huff. “D-don't eat my arm!"

Solid smiled around it, swallowing again and dragging it several inches deeper until the armored shoulder portion was the only piece left outside of his lips. He bit down with his teeth to hold it in place and swallowed again.

… and again,

… and again.

The protogen was a huffing, blushing wreck at this point, having to grasp the edge of the tub with his remaining arm as he struggled to catch his breath. “Th-that feels… hfff…"

Taking the armored portion of Max's arm into his hand, he slowly slid it free of his mouth with a deliberately loud slurp. He bent down, rinsed the saliva off of the limb, then hung it back up by its magnetic portion.

Max was quiet for the rest of his bath. The other arm came off, his remaining port was scrubbed. Now completely limbless, Solid had to pick the rabbit up by the back of his chest piece to scrub the vents on his torso.

It took a bit more scrubbing, but finally the two of them had cleaned the protogen to his satisfaction. The tub was drained, his arms were plugged back in, and Solid toweled him off.

The dragon hung Max around his neck by his arms, supporting his butt with a hand as he carried him down the hall. He absently felt over the protogen's armored hips, leaning down to look him over.

“So are you… just all robot from the waist down?" He gave his rump a little tap with a claw, making a metallic clinking in the process.

Max wriggled a bit, looking down at his groin plate. “Nuh. the robot parts are just my legs. The rest of me is… kind of a mix? Those plates open. I've got a little butt under there, but I don't have genitals."

Solid nodded, raising a brow. “Is it … do you have a plug or something down there?"

The rabbit shook his head. “Just fur. The area is … sensitive, though. Best guess is that my genitals, intentional or not, didn't develop while they were making the organic portion of my body, but I kept all the… nerves, I guess?"

“Huh. You're a strange one, for sure." Solid opened the dishwasher, retrieving the dry, but very warm legs. He carried him over to the couch, sat him down on it and held the legs in his hands, looking a little lost. “Do I just… stick them on?"

“Yeah, they'll attach themselves when they're close enough." Max leaned back and lifted his hips to the best of his ability to make the process easier.

As had been done so many times before, they were brought close, magnetized, and stuck to his body with a soft clank. He flinched a bit each time as the connections were reestablished. His toes wiggled, he flexed his legs, and he gave a little nod of approval. “Thanks! You're the best."

“No problem." Solid gave Max's hair a little tussle, then joined him on the couch, laying across it and letting his legs hang over the edge.

The two spent a few minutes just sitting in silence, some might say they were “vibing."

Max was the first to break the silence, hopping off the couch and wandering to the edge where Solid's feet were hanging in the air. He leaned over, as if to check if the dragon was watching, then took hold of one of his feet. His visor opened, his long tongue crept out, then slid across his sole slowly.

Solid sat up with a jolt when he felt the tongue on his foot. He narrowed his eyes, watching as Max was starting to open his jaws and pull the dragon's toes toward his throat. “You're one of those people, huh? Why do so many of my friends like feet…"

Max, starting to blush again, hesitated and closed his visor momentarily. “I uh…"

“It's fine, mate. Get a closer look." Solid smirked, wriggled his toes, and flattened his sole against Max's face.

The rabbit squirmed, trying to lift the dragon's leg off of himself, but Solid had shifted forward to slowly push down against the rabbit in a sort of “stomping" posture.

Max grunted with effort, both hands on Solid's foot as it pressed down on him and made his legs begin to shake. “S-stop fighting and get back inside me, dragon!" He called out, but it was difficult to tell how serious he was being.

Solid shook his head, and in a display of his gooey nature, liquefied his sole.

His foot dropped down over the rabbit's body with an upsetting squelch. His leg swelled with Max's outline, and when his foot hit the floor, the outline lurched upward with a slimy squelch as the rabbit was pulled up into his torso through the liquefied interior of the dragon's leg.

Re-solidifying his foot and leg, he gave his toes a little wiggle. The dragon laid back down on the couch as Max was unceremoniously dumped back into his stomach from a temporarily liquefied section that then sealed back up, leaving him curled up in the currently-empty stomach once again.

Max sat up, legs and arms crossed and gave a defeated huff. “I should have known he could turn into goo…"

• Attempt #4

Solid kept Max inside him through the night this time. He woke up at a more reasonable hour, and made his way to the bathroom to release Max and give him a quick shower. After a brief toweling off, he was dry and free to roam about the house once more.

“I thought you said Nick would be back by now?" Solid tilted his head, looking toward the closed bedroom door at the end of the hall.

Max nodded. “He sleeps pretty late since he works evenings, he won't be up for a couple hours. Breakfast?"

“Don't mind if I do~" Solid said with a sultry tone and playfully reached for Max with both hands.

“Wh- no! I just got out! No!" The protogen took off down the hall, and made his way to the kitchen.

Solid chuckled, but then narrowed his eyes as he detected a rather annoying squeak emitting from the rabbit's leg with each of Max's steps.

Max was walking around in the kitchen with his legs extended a few feet to be able to reach the counter, and looked like he was stilt-walking.

Chuckling at the display, the dragon watched him construct an absolutely enormous pile of pancakes. They were drowned in syrup, and the stack was slid over to the guest to enjoy along with a pitcher of orange juice.

The protogen smiled as Solid ate, proud of his work apparently. While he was distracted, he made his way behind him and began to eye his tail.

Slowly, he approached, seemingly unaware of the irritating squeak his leg was making. He flinched and straightened out as Solid's tail raised up like a snake preparing to strike.

The rabbit went to one side, then the other, but the tail tracked him and stayed poised to counter whatever he was planned. Solid took another large bite of pancakes, turning back just enough to glance at Max. “Are you sure you want to try that again?"

Max held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, backing away and returning to the couch. “Okay, okay."

Solid smiled and finished his breakfast, chugging down the entire pitcher of juice before he stepped over to join Max on the couch once again. He hefted the rabbit up, laid across the couch on his back and placed Max on top of him.

Now belly-to-belly, Max looked up at the dragon and found himself at a loss for words.

The dragon smiled down at him, then ran his hand down Max's long, floppy ears.

The rabbit trilled happily, leaning in to the petting and wordlessly enjoying the attention for a minute or so.

For the time being, it seemed like he had learned his lesson. They were just comfortably enjoying each other's company.

Solid's peace was derailed as Max suddenly reached up and stretched a thick rubber band over his snout, like he was trying to keep a crocodile from biting. The dragon's expression dropped to a frustrated glare, as if to ask “Really!?"

Thinking he'd won, Max licked his lips and parted his visor again. The familiar green glow of his maw flesh bathed Solid's face as he spoke out through his screen. “Got you now!"

Rolling his eyes, the dragon threw his arms around Max's body and hugged him against his torso.

Max began to wriggle, immobilized. He thought to fire his leg extensions against the arm of the couch, but there was a problem. They wouldn't move!

He looked back, and to his shock he realized he had sunk waist-deep into Solid's torso; the dragon having liquefied his belly. The goo traveled upward as he liquefied his chest.

The protogen barely had time to bark out a “Wha-!" before he was shoved into the dragon's body with a wet squelch once again.

For a moment, Max was just suspended in orange slime. His body was completely enveloped, head to toe. He wasn't inside any particular organ, in fact he could feel some of them touching his body. Chief of which was Solid's heart. He was literally pressed up against it. He was outside the pericardial sac, but the rhythmic thumping against his visor was unmistakable.

Max felt strange, to say the least. He found himself scrambling for an explanation of this apparent gesture. He assumed initially that it was a creative way to hammer in the fact that he was inside his body, but felt himself considering more intimate explanations. “Is he… saying I'm close to his heart?" he thought to himself, feeling a dozen or so more possible explanations filling his head.

The rabbit didn't have much time to think about it as he was sucked deeper into Solid's torso. Partly liquefied, he was left essentially orbiting the dragon's stomach in the translucent slime that made up his body. To his surprise, he found that his visor was able to breathe through the slime. He knew the dragon wouldn't try to drown him, but the extra reassurance was nice.

“Max, if you can hear me, it's going to get a little… tight for a bit. We're gonna fix that squeak in your leg." Solid called out, giving his sloshing midsection a little pat. He got an unintelligible, mumbled reply, and took that as permission to go ahead.

Max felt himself being squeezed, but in a way he had never felt before. The slime surrounding him was vacuum-sealing itself to him; forcing its way into his crevices and joints. He felt it start to… oscillate. The slime worked its way back and forth, essentially “flossing" his joints, his ports, and every apparent gap in his body.

The rabbit began blushing again. This time so severely that a dull, pink light lit up a small portion of Solid's belly. This feeling was new, even strange, but he was clearly loving it.

The intense slime-wash lasted over a minute, until finally the slime began to recede. It formed a tight pouch around the protogen, barely big enough to fit him. He was nestled against Solid's stomach, forced to listen to it gurgle and churn around the breakfast he had just prepared him.

His blushing continued. He started to shiver intensely from how flustered he was getting. “Wh-where am I?"

“Made a pouch for 'ya. Gonna keep you there for a bit while I work on breakfast. Maybe I'll let you out, maybe you'll go back into my stomach for the rest of the day. We'll see!" Solid beamed, giving the subtle lump on his gut a gentle pat.

Max huffed. He didn't respond, he didn't know what to say, but he knew he wasn't leaving until Solid allowed it. Gently, he began to curl up against the wall separating him from breakfast. Another shiver went through his body, and he began to close his eyes as the sound of Solid's stomach churning lulled him to sleep.

The dragon rest his head on his hands, then looked over as the goat he'd met the night before emerged from his room. He gave him a little wave.

“Hey." The goat approached, then looked around the room. “Is Max around?"

Solid grinned toothily. “You just missed him mate. He's safe, though. I promise you that much."

Nick stared for a moment, then looked down to the visible lump in his belly. He shifted a little in place, then gave a quick “ah." He was blushing a bit himself. “Well, I uh… I need to head to work. Like I said, help yourself to whatever you need. I'll be back in the AM."

“Cheers. Have a good day at work."

The goat left, and once again it was just Solid and Max.

Solid licked his lips a bit, turning the television on with the remote. One hand moved to rest atop his occupant's bulge. He could tell by the soft rise and fall of Max's breathing that he was asleep. Mouthing a little “aww," he made sure the volume of the TV wasn't too high as he settled in to spend a few hours relaxing.