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It was late.

He should have been in bed, but sleep can be an elusive creature even on the best of nights.

A walk through the woods felt like a nice adventure. Maybe the smell and sounds of nature would coax out the sleepiness he longed for.

Solid, the ten-foot tall, orange-scaled dragon with black, flowing hair took in his surroundings. It was dark, but the full moon provided enough light for him to follow the path in the forest. The smell of plant life and the sound of the singing insects was soothing. Perhaps not enough to lull him to sleep, but it was a nice start.

His peaceful, meditative walk was disturbed by a nearby rustling. Pushing down the feeling of being startled by the noise, he scanned around with his eyes; expecting a small animal or something to that effect.

He was half right.

Standing behind him was a half organic, half mechanical creature. He was a mere three feet tall, neck craned up to meet the dragon's gaze. His long, floppy rabbit ears hung loosely behind his head. The little creature had robotic legs, a vented piece of apparent chest "armor," and screens on his hips and shoulders with the glowing symbol of an ambiguous plant. His face, a rounded screen with a prominent, gold-filled crack in it, glowed with green, pixelated facial features.

He was wearing a pixelated expression that would imply... amazement? Admiration?

It was difficult to tell.

Were he not, well, massive, he may have jumped from the sudden appearance of the cyborg. Devouring him would be as easy as blinking, but he didn't feel threatened enough to dispatch him.

There was an awkward pause until finally, the little one spoke up in a digitally compressed, robotic-sounding voice. "Hi. ... You're a dragon."

Solid, tilting his head, gave a slow wave in response. "... Hello? You're a..."

"Protogen," the little creature responded. His gaze, unblinking and starting to grow a little uncomfortable, was piercing into the much larger dragon's soul.

Another brief pause followed. Solid glanced around the darkened woods surrounding them, then back to the little creature. "Where, uh... Where are your parents?"

Finally, the protogen's expression changed. His eyes narrowed. "Protogen don't have parents. We're manufactured and... it's a long story. Also, I'm ... about forty cycles old by this planet's time scale. Longer if you count cryo-sleep."

"Oh. Cycles? ... Do you mean years?" the dragon inquired.

The protogen just gave a little point and a quick nod in response.

"Alright, I see. Err... So are you... lost? What was it you wanted?" Solid watched as the little rabbitoid began to circle him. He turned his head to track him as the little cyborg did a complete three-sixty around the much larger dragon.

"You," the rabbit abruptly replied.

It was Solid’s turn to narrow his eyes, in confusion. "Excuse me?"

The rabbit stopped, pivoting in place and digging his metal toes into the dirt. "I want YOU. You're a dragon-- a BIG dragon. I love dragons..."

Solid scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm a person, mate. You can't just adopt me as a pet and take me home. I don't even know your name!"

"MAX. It's an acronym."

"Max, eh? Well, I'm Solid. I'm sorry but you can't just HAVE me. We just met and-- what are you doing?" Solid leaned back a bit as the protogen stepped closer. He was emitting a strange, high pitched trill as a horizontal line of light traveled up and down his little screen-face like a photo scanner.

"You don't look very 'solid' to me. Are you... made of nanites perhaps? Your core is all... gooey." Max tilted his head, floppy ears swaying a bit from the motion.

"Did you... How did-- No, I'm not made of nanites. Did you just scan me or something?" The dragon felt a sense of his privacy being intruded. What had the rabbit learned about him from that scan?

"I did. I scan everyone I meet, it's much more efficient than introductions." The rabbit nodded.

"Don't you think that's a little... intrusive?" Solid folded his arms again, glowering at the much smaller creature.

"I apologize. I'm still learning your... social cues? Customs? I can't sync with most creatures on this planet and the verbal exchange of information is just so slow. I won't share the scan results, or reveal your gooey nature to anyone if you prefer." Max twisted a foot into the dirt, looking away in apparent embarrassment.

He felt his growing frustration with the creature quell as he displayed what certainly appeared like genuine remorse. "It's... alright. What does your 'scan' detect, anyway?"

"Physical measurements, limited biometric data, temperature, sometimes stomach contents if the target is thin enough." Max looked side to side as he went down the list, then looked back up at the dragon. "I wanted to see if you would fit."

Solid recoiled a bit. "Whaaat do you mean by that?"

"I... want to eat you. Swallow you whole; carry you around, feel your weight inside me. That's what I meant when I said I wanted you." Max said all of this with a straight face, maintaining unbroken eye contact the whole time.

The dragon paused, then let out a hearty laugh of genuine amusement.

Max's expression changed. His eyes narrowed, and furrowed brows rendered on his face in a look of frustration. "I'm serious."

Brushing his hair back, Solid let his laughing taper off before looking back down at the three-foot tall protogen. He felt a mix of emotions, admittedly. He's eaten people, he does it all the time. He's even been eaten himself in the past. As a good-natured, eager-to-please person, he was willing to satisfy people's urges on occasion-- but that usually meant going inside him, sating his appetite and filling his belly. Given his size and species, it was only natural to do so. Dragons ate people, that's just the way things are.

Despite that, here was a half-machine rabbit telling him he wanted to reverse roles and eat him.

Finally, he spoke up and responded to Max's insistent glowering.

"How did you plan on doing that, exactly?" Solid asked, apparently willing to humor the suggestion.

"I detected three different ways to fit you inside me. Don't let my size fool you. You'll fit. They always fit." Max shifted his stance again, looking Solid up and down once again.

Solid was somewhat taken aback by the rabbit's apparent confidence. "Will I? Do you grow or something? Fire a shrink ray out of your little screen-face?"

Max gave a little frustrated huff. "No. I don't change sizes, and neither will you. You'll. Fit."

Solid tossed his head back and closed his eyes. This was ridiculous. Still, there was a small, growing curiosity tickling the back of his mind. "Say I do fit. Then what? Hmm?" He squatted down, bringing his snout a little closer to Max's face. He huffed at him, hot breath fogging up the protogen's visor a bit.

The protogen didn't flinch, letting the fog clear on its own. "That's up to you. I won't digest you or try to assimilate you. You're welcome to stay inside as long as you want, and when you give me the sign you want to be let go, I'll release you. You have my word on that."

He was serious.

Solid blinked a few times, crossing his legs and sitting in front of Max. "Do you have any idea how much I weigh?"

"I know exactly how much from the scan. That is ... a challenge, but it shouldn't be an issue. ... I- ... mostly." Max glanced around, then bounced in place a little as if he were testing his robotic legs.

"Is that doubt I hear, mate?" Solid raised a brow.

Max looked away again, then chimed in, "I'll have some trouble moving, sure... but it won't be an issue. I actually really enjoy the feeling of being weighed down, and I've never had someone so... heavy. If you're worried about getting stuck--"

Solid cut him off by raising a hand. "I won't get stuck. Let's say, HYPOTHETICALLY, that we did this. I'd be able to get out whenever I wanted-- and you wouldn't be able to stop me, I need you to understand that."

"Of course!" Max barked back. "It's not my intent to keep you prisoner, or make you a 'pet', I just want to ... hold you for a while." Pink "blush" lines rendered in on Max's face-screen at that comment.

Feeling a sudden warmth in his chest, Solid couldn't help but give a small, verbal "aww" at the sight. He admitted, the little rabbitoid was cute. He was confident, he was reassuring. He couldn't explain it, but he felt, at least in part, that he could trust this little thing.

For about a full minute, the two exchanged glances. Max looked Solid up and down, Solid stared Max down.

Finally, Solid broke the silence.

"... Alright. You can try."

"I CAN!?" Max legitimately shouted in disbelief.

"Ah-ah-ah! You can try. If I feel like I'll be uncomfortable, or if you try anything... funny, I'm freeing myself and eating you. Understand?"

Max nodded, energetically enough to make his lop-ears flap about behind him. In another explicitly rabbit-like display, one of his feet excitedly stomped into the dirt. His blush lines were back-- notably growing brighter as Solid implied he would eat him if he failed or crossed any lines. "I understand! I'll be a perfect gentleman and a great host, I promise! No funny business, no tricks."

Solid gave his new friend a short stare down, as if trying to determine how sincere he was being. He was convinced, apparently, calmly shifting to a more comfortable position as he looked down at Max. "So, how do we do this? Do you want me to get smaller? Split into a bunch of micro-me's?"

Max shook his head vigorously-- but paused at the idea of multiple micro-dragons. That could bypass his-- "No! You're perfect the way you are. Like I said, you'll fit. Now, with your permission, I'll prove it. We could start at your feet, your hands, even your tail if you're flexible enough-- and I know that you are. Once any of you gets past the threshold, the rest will fit. ... Given your horns, however, I think the safest, most comfortable route would be to start with your hands."

Solid felt over the backward facing horns protruding from his head. Thinking about it, there was a chance they would just snag over the protogen's head and leave him stuck without intervention. He gave a slow nod, then shifted his position to sit on his knees and loom over the protogen's head. "Alright, Max. ... and you're going to have to tell me what that acronym is, by the way-- let's give it a go. Do I just...?" He reached down, offering both of his hands palms up.

Max placed his own hands on top of them, looking up at his new friend with an even broader smile on his pixelated face than before. "Thank you."

Freezing up a bit at the almost flirtatious gesture, Solid gave Max's tiny hands a gentle squeeze. "Y-... yeah. No worries, mate. ... but I meant what I said if you can't pull it off, right?"

The rabbit nodded, then freed his hands from Solid's and gently stacked them on top of each other.

It was time. He was really going to do it.

Max's visor formed a line where his pixelated "mouth" was, parting and opening like a proper set of jaws. It was more of a beak, technically speaking, but admittedly the protogen didn't like to think of it that way. The inside of Max's mouth had a soft, green glow to match his facial features.

Solid felt himself struck with a bizarre feeling of nostalgia seeing the illuminated maw.

Opening his jaws wider, the dragon found himself wondering just what his face-screen was made of. It looked glassy, but could apparently do this? His pondering was cut off as he caught sight of Max's tongue.

The pink, fleshy appendage extended from his mouth, behaving more like a tentacle as ten or so inches of dripping flesh crept out and gently wrapped around a few of his fingers, then his palms ... then his wrists-- was it getting longer?

"That's... quite a tongue you've got there." Solid commented, a soft chuckle following.

Without moving his mouth, Max responded. "It gets longer with excitement-- and I'm very, very excited Solid." His voice seemed to just emanate from his face-screen as though it were some kind of speaker.

"Oh you can-- ... Huh. Okay, well. ... Oh nooo, the little bunny's got me~!" the dragon teased, giving the softest tug at his bound hands and squirming lightly in his seated position.

From where he was sitting, this obviously wasn't going to work. Between their size difference and the inflexible metal anatomy of the little cyborg-- he would have to liquify himself to have ANY hope of getting inside.

Fighting the urge to groan, Max opted instead to show that, yes. He did have him. The little rabbit lunged forward. His "beak" slipped over Solid's hands, and his fingers pushed into the narrow opening at the back of his throat.

To Solid's shock, both of his hands disappeared into Max's throat with a soft, fleshy squish. He felt the familiar clenching of a swallowing throat and was tugged forward just a little bit as Max began to gulp at him. He leaned to the side for a better view, only to find that there wasn't a bulge in Max's throat. From the outside there was no clear indicator that he'd packed the much larger male's hands into his gullet.

He gave a little "Hmn!" of surprise, approval, or perhaps both; and began to gently lean forward. The dragon figured he may as well help out and give the little protogen the best chance he could.

Max's foot began to stomp in excitement once again. Not only had he made a new friend, they accepted his absurd offer, and were even starting to help him swallow them! The little rabbit quivered a bit, feeling the smooth hide of Solid's arms sliding over his tongue, past his hammerspace threshold and into his esophagus. Loud, eager gulps resonated from the smaller male as his hungry body eagerly tugged away at the dragon's arms.

Beginning to lower himself until he was nose to nose with Max, he tilted his head down to slip his snout into the somewhat narrow gape he was impossibly sliding into. While he still could, he spoke up to his predator. "Good on 'ya little guy. I guess I'll see you later, if you can finish the job?" His nose approached Max's throat, and with no apparent shrinking sensation, began to slide through the too-small passage and into a bizarrely roomy throat. It wasn't spacious enough to fall into. To be honest it felt like a "perfect" fit, just big enough for what was easing into it.

Reaching up to stroke Solid's hair for a moment, Max's toes dug into the dirt as the dragon gave a more forceful push. Seems he was set on trying to get himself inside! The rabbit adjusted the position of his feet, and with a little grunt, pushed back. In just a few seconds, Solid's head was inside his esophagus, and listening to the overly excited pounding of the rabbit's heart.

The dragon gave a little internal 'aww' as he realized just how excited the little protogen was. Giving his fingers a little wiggle, he found that his hands still weren't in Max's stomach despite being fully extended down his throat. Anatomically, this made zero sense, but he figures the hammerspace was responsible and mentally shrugged off the confusion.

From outside, the two looked ridiculous. Solid, on his knees and bent down into a pair of jaws that were absolutely too small to fit him, yet despite that he was just disappearing past the threshold of Max's gullet. As his chest slid over Max's tongue and past his hammerspace threshold, the dragon noticed his predator's already-fast heart rate pick up a bit more; it even grew a degree or two hotter.

Max was in heaven. Between feeling the massive weight of the ten-foot dragon starting to transfer into his body, he was getting to experience one of his absolute favorite sensations: A dragon's segmented belly-plates sliding across his tongue. The rabbit's eyes were half "closed," what parts of his face weren't split open into a gaping maw were wearing an almost drunk expression.

Solid could feel the soft ridges of Max's "teeth" scraping into his belly. Despite the glass-like structure of his visor, the edges were smooth, blunt, and harmless. The feel of them digging into his belly plates even felt rather nice.

As his hips approached Max's jaws, he finally felt his fingers push through the tight ring separating the rabbit's esophagus and throat. He gave them a little wiggle, which prompted a loud moan from the rabbit.

"Oookay, found a... pleasure spot I guess." the dragon thought to himself, then instinctively tried to stretch the opening to give himself a little more room. The gesture, while Max would appreciate it, was wholly unnecessary. Solid soon found his hands smooshed into the floor of the rabbit's stomach. Thick, syruppy ooze gushed between his fingers. The walls felt natural; slick, folded flesh covered in slime with a soft, undulating motion as it churned against its contents. Of all the stomachs Solid had seen, this was definitely one of them.

Feeling his meal reach his stomach, Max's saliva production went into overdrive. Drool was pouring out of his visor, down Solid's front and back, even out the sides and onto the ground beneath him. He began to reach up and grasp at the dragon's sides, trying in futility to pull him in faster. Given his size and weight, it was mostly a pointless gesture, but that didn't stop the eager rabbit from trying.

Solid gave a soft chuckle, feeling the little rabbit hands grabbing at his hips. Lurching forward, he felt himself sink deeper at a faster pace. He began to tumble gently into the expansive chamber, making it stretch, but only just enough to barely contain him as his enormous body poured into it. Outside, his toes dug into the dirt, still set on pushing himself in.

Only a pair of legs and a long, swaying tail remained outside of Max's jaws. Now that Solid's center of gravity was past the rabbit's jaws, he could tip his head back and let gravity take over. The dragon's feet left the ground, were hauled into the air with some effort, and then it was just a matter of letting him sink the rest of the way.

A few more noisy gulps emanated from the rabbitoid. Solid's feet, toes wiggling, disappeared down his throat with a soft squelch and only a few feet of tail remained.

Max was sitting upright, his body felt heavy. Heavier than he'd ever felt before. He was legitimately starting to sink into the dirt as Solid's weight combined with his own over such a small surface area. Fortunately his hammerspace seemed to keep the mass from crushing his other organs, but he was in for a fight if he wanted to try to move when he was done.

"I did it... holy moly I fucking did it!" Max cried out in celebration, then paused when he felt Solid whipping the remainder of his tail around. "... oh." The protogen tipped his head back again, starting to gulp furiously, but something was wrong. His meal wasn't going down. Had he reached his limit?

Solid, curled up tight and admittedly fairly comfortably, raised a brow as he felt the rabbit's throat ripple and clench at his tail without pushing it down any further. Giving a little grin, he lent Max just a little more aid. He pulled his tail, tugging it in and curling it up against his chest as though he were hugging a body pillow to himself.

With a wet "schlick," the dragon was gone. His entire body, and all its mass, was packed away inside the three foot rabbit, who now weighed over a thousand pounds. The rabbit's heart pounded, his mouth salivated, and his tongue dangled comically from his open visor. He began to eagerly rub and knead at his stomach which, for once despite its hammerspace, was poking out as a little pot belly.

The dragon inside felt the walls compressing inward and starting to circle against him as his host rubbed his belly. He gave a soft chuckle and leaned in, nuzzling gently at the lining of Max's stomach as he listened to the soothing thump of the little rabbit's heart and the eager gurgling of the guts surrounding him.

It seemed Max was in fact telling the truth. While Solid couldn't see in the darkened, fleshy chamber; he didn't feel the slightest bit of tingling on his skin, despite being totally saturated in the rabbit's stomach juices at this point. A feeling of safety, comfort, even familiarity was washing over him as the two just enjoyed the feeling of each other's bodies nested inside on another for a few minutes.

Max, having finally calmed down, was able to fully retract his tongue and close his visor. He kept his hands on his swollen tummy, admittedly fascinated by the sensation of actually being physically stretched out for once.

He shifted in place, spreading his legs and digging his toes in. He knew it wasn't the best idea, but he tried to stand. The sound his legs made was like an electric winch that was severely overloaded. Loud, distressed, mechanical whining resonated out of his limbs.

His body shook. Warning notifications popped up on his HUD. His feet began digging into the dirt.

Solid leaned against a wall, curious what the noise was and why his surroundings were starting to jostle. "Are you uh... having some trouble, mate? That doesn't sound ... good?"

Max grit his teeth, in a sense, his pixelated face animating little sweat drops as he struggled to get himself on his feet. The "icons" on his thighs, ordinarily depicting a plant, switched to the image of a weight, and began flashing red.

There was a distressing set of buzzes, and his legs just detached at the hip. He dropped to the ground, landing on his crotch with a thump and falling onto his face. "OOF! Uuungh..."

The dragon was tossed, then battered in the walls as the rabbit fell. He shifted about, trying to figure out what was going on. "Max? You okay? ... Am I too heavy for ya', mate?"

"I'm fine!" Max groaned into the dirt. He looked back, and saw both his legs pointed away from him at either side; their magnetic attach-points having been over-loaded and triggered its safety detach feature. With a great amount of effort, he managed to roll onto his back.

Solid was once again flipped over, sloshing about until he rolled into a neutral position again, laying against Max's back from within. "What's your exit strategy? Do I need to come out and--"

Max cut him off with a quick "NO!" and clutched his hands around his belly as if that would prevent him from escaping. "er... Sorry. That won't be necessary. My mechanic will come pick us up. This... may have happened before."

The dragon paused, then gave a little shrug. Spending a bit more time inside him didn't sound terrible. It was warm, and quite cozy. The way his stomach felt like a perfect fit was like a full-body hug.

Max's face displayed a phone app for a moment, selecting one of his contacts and displaying "DIALING..."

"Nick? It's me. It uh... it happened again, I need you and Andrei to come pick me up. I'll send you a GPS pin. Bring the truck, please."

...

"I know, I know. Nothing's damaged, I just tripped the weight limit."

...

"Yeah, it was a dragon this time."

...

"No, just one, he's... really big."

...

"Mmmmnnnno, I don't want to let him out for a while. I got his consent and everything, I want to enjoy our time together!"

...

"Thanks, bud. I owe you. See you soon!"

Solid could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation over the sounds of Max's body, but he felt an itch in the back of his mind upon hearing a familiar name. "You do this often?"

"Not nearly as often as I'd like. They'll be here in ten or fifteen minutes. Get cozy, I want to savor this while it lasts... and Solid?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you so much for this. You're... basically making my dreams come true."

The dragon blushed a bit. He gave a little experimental push to Max's stomach walls, feeling the rabbit playfully push back from outside as he felt the minuscule lump swell out from his belly. "Glad to help."

About thirteen minutes passed. Throughout that time, Max was laying on the ground; hands not leaving his belly as he rubbed, kneaded and squeezed at his passenger. He even rocked a little bit to feel the massive weight inside him shift side to side.

Solid was growing more and more comfortable with his predicament. Sure, he was curled up pretty tight, but the heat, the textured walls against his body, and the affectionate way Max massaged him from outside was an absolute delight.

A small pick-up truck approached from the distance, its headlights illuminating the comical sight of the rabbit laying on the ground with his detached legs nearby.

The doors opened, and its two passengers stepped out.

The first to approach was a green goat, about six feet tall and sporting what would be described as a "dad bod," that is to say somewhat burly with a little extra chubbiness on top of that.

Following closely behind was a massive figure, nearly eight feet tall and built "like a brick shit house" as some would say. He was a hyena-zebra hybrid, referring to himself as a "hyebra."

Max's legs were collected and put in the passenger compartment of the truck, then the two stood over him and took a few to get into position. The rabbit hadn't shared how much his meal weighed, but assumed that the augmented goat and muscle-bound hyebra could get the job done.

Andrei slipped his enormous hands around Max's chest, and Nick took hold of his hips. They made sure they had a good grip, then after a countdown, they lifted.

Max didn't move.

Andrei's joints popped a bit, and Nick emitted a few muffled mechanical whirs of his own.

Slowly, painfully, Max began to lift off of the ground.

Like two people carrying a refrigerator, they slowly marched with little steps to the open tailgate of the truck and heaved Max inside. The truck sagged visibly, its rear suspension strained under the added weight.

Both men groaned at the strain. Andrei held his back, and Nick shook himself out a bit.

"Good fucking gravy, Max. You're insatiable, you know that?" Nick commented, shaking his head.

Max just gave a little electronic trill in response, his little tail fluttering as he seemed to take that comment as a compliment.

Andrei closed the tail-gate of the pick up, and the two climbed back in and began their journey home.

Another fifteen or so minutes of alone time was spent between the rabbit and his devoured dragon friend as they rode home in the bed of the truck. He watched the stars, rubbed his belly, and continued playing "whack a mole" with the little bumps Solid would make pushing out at his surroundings.

Nick backed the truck into the driveway of his home, opening the garage and bringing it inside. Andrei stepped out and opened the door into the house, and the two spent a moment looking at the rabbit as they mentally prepared themselves for another taxing display of strength.

After sliding him to the end of the truck's bed, the two again latched onto him as best they could. With great effort, and a pair of strained back muscles, Max was slowly, carefully brought inside and placed on top of the sofa-- which groaned, creaked, and audibly cracked under his weight.

Nick facepalmed a bit. "That's the third couch in a month..."

Andrei gave a little chuckle, then leaned in to feel over Max's swollen belly. "Big... Full?"

Max paused for a bit, seemingly having to think about it. His hammerspace could fit more, but he felt a strange sensation he wasn't used to. He didn't want to eat more. "I... ... yeah. Yeah I think so?"

The goat leaned over him, looking the little guy up and down as he inspected him for damage. He gently felt over the magnetic ports on Max's hips, which drew a ticklish squirming from the rabbitoid. "Alright, everything looks okay... but I'm going to want to double-check your legs to make sure they weren't messed up by your little adventure. Andrei, could you grab them for me?"

"Mmh." the hyebra grunted in response, disappearing into the garage and returning a moment later with both of Max's legs in his arms. He set them down on the couch, and Nick started to give them the once-over.

"Frames are still straight, I don't smell burning motors... I think we're okay. Ready?" He held the limbs by their hips and brought their connection points closer to Max's hips.

"Uh huh, go for it" Max replied.

Nick moved them closer, and once the ports were in range, they magnetically snapped together.

Max jolted as the connection was reestablished, then spent a moment wiggling his legs and flexing his toes. Everything seemed to be working. "All checks are green."

The goat nodded with approval, then left the room for a moment, returning with an entire stack of towels. If Max's prey was as big as he thought, they'd probably need all of them. "Alright. Out with 'em."

The protogen gave a disappointed groan, holding his tummy again. "Can't he stay the night?"

Solid gently, but assertively kicked the wall in response, making Max grunt in response.

Grumbling a bit, Max sighed and gave a little defeated nod. "Okaaaay, fine. Can you uh... get your snout lined up with the entrance? It's this way if you've gotten turned around." He gave a little rub to indicate the direction he needed the dragon to face.

Squirming around for a moment, Solid slipped and shifted around in the rabbit's stomach until he was able to find the cardia, where he gently pressed his snout against it. "Like this?"

Max gave a little pat of approval, opened his visor, gaped as wide as he could and gave his stomach a firm shove.

Solid felt himself pressed into the tight ring again, this time from the other side. His surroundings contracted, tighter and tighter until with a wet squelch he started pushing back into the tunnel he'd slid into just recently. Pressure built, the walls even undulated in reverse to help ease him out.

It was a minute or so before he'd made enough progress to feel fresh air on his nose. He took a deep breath of the outside air-- tainted by Max's dragon-scented breath, and huffed. Once past the back of the rabbit's throat, his hammerspace threshold, he felt a sort of pushing sensation. Like a magnet pushing against another magnet, he was pushed outward by whatever tech Max's body had used to fit him inside.

His hair was wet and clung to his body. His scales were dripping with a mix of saliva and stomach juices, but he was on his way out of the tiny rabbit. Once his arms were free, he braced himself against the arm of the couch and began to essentially crawl out of the rabbit's body.

Once more there was an impossible display as, gradually, the full mass of the ten foot dragon squeezed through Max's tiny jaws and into the cool air of the living room. He crawled over the edge of the couch, clumsily rising up to a standing position-- having to duck a bit to avoid hitting the ceiling.

A few feet of tail were still buried down Max's throat. The protogen, in a playful little act of defiance, swallowed noisily and gave Solid's tail a tug.

The dragon turned his head back suddenly, hair whipping some juices onto the floor. "OI."

Max held his hands up apologetically, grasping the dragon's tail and gently extracting it from his throat with an unsettling squelch. His visor sealed up behind it, and the two were finally separated from each other.

Nick, staring in awe the entire time, sheepishly handed over a pair of towels. "Th... Wow. Max you... you really love dragons, huh? How did he convince you to...?"

Solid took both towels, taking time to clean the gunk off of his upper body and work on his long hair. He wrung the juices free, ran the towel over his flowing locks and shrugged down at the goat. "He's very convincing, I guess."

The goat joined in, toweling off Solid's belly and hips, then bending down to throw the towel around each leg and work it back and forth to clean them off. Solid cooperatively lifted one foot, then the other as the goat diligently helped clean him off.

All this time, Andrei was standing nearby and staring. He'd gone wide-eyed about halfway through the dragon's regurgitation and was left unable to speak.

Solid finally turned to look at the similarly sized male. Stripey body, muscles galore, a soft, friendly face. ... Wait. He knew him! He knew this hyebra! "... Andrei?"

Andrei came running up to him, throwing his bulky arms around the dragon's midsection in a VERY forceful hug; even pinning his arms to his side. "SOLID!" he called out, nuzzling into the dragon's chest as he uncontrollably squeezed tighter and tighter.

A wash of nostalgic emotions hit the dragon, making his heart tingle-- but his back was starting to hurt. If Andrei kept tightening... "Andrei! I'm glad to see you again mate! It's been too lo-- Andrei-! Andrei too tight! ANDREIPLEASENOTAGAIN--"

A sickening crunch filled the room, and Solid bent over backwards unnaturally with an agonized expression on his face.

Nick and Max looked up in horror!

The dragon, of course, would be fine. Andrei knew this, it wasn't the first time he'd broken him in half.

Solid, gradually coming to his senses gave a shaky little thumbs up to the other two. "... I'm okay!"