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She really did have an extraordinary talent for dragging him out to the most unusual places.

Jakryos ducked his head under yet another ivy-coated archway. Foliage crumpled and rubble crunched under his paws. This spot was only a short hike off of the usual paths, and yet he’d never heard of the place, much less seen it marked on any old maps. Nestled into a groove in the mountainside and completely overtaken by plant life, this spot was beyond old. He imagined that any historian who dug up this skeleton of a building would have made it their life’s work putting its buried past together. The old stones were ripe with history waiting to be understood, so long as one could get past a dense barrier of vines and roots. To one side, a great tree had broken its way right through one of the old walls. Ironically, what sparse intact masonry remained was kept from toppling over by the roots of that very same tree.

If he looked carefully he could see bits of old polished stone where there was once a floor. There was a geometry to this old site seen in the faded patterns. Perhaps it was once a site of worship, possibly even a cathedral for its time. That was what he guessed, anyway. Despite finding himself in that old place, he was an alchemist, not a archaeologist. For him, being a good alchemist meant visiting strange places, sourcing your own materials which weren’t locally available. Jakryos had no interest in being a good alchemist, he was set on being a great one, and great alchemy required materials which no-one had seen before; or at least not seen in a long, long time. He had a book full of old techniques he wanted to try, and had a mind to invent the techniques to fill a book more.

But that would only come about if he actually could get his mitts on the elusive specimens. And that meant going through her. Jakryos tried to put aside thoughts of the repercussions of their deal. He’d cross that bridge when he got to it. Never mind that he was already standing over turbulent water just by waiting here. He considered finding a spot to sit down while he waited, but he found himself too antsy to get comfortable in any one place. Instead, his waiting took the form of pacing throughout the collapsed structure.

He circled around the walls a few times, coming and going in and out of their shadow. If he kept his eyes down he could almost imagine the stacked stones towering high over him; but then he would turn the corner and face cracked brick being eaten away by a moss blanket. Nature was in absolute control of this place. Slowly but surely it would consume everything; brick, foundation, history and all.

“Good afternoon, alchemist.” No matter how many times he heard it, it was still a voice which made his nerves run cold. To his ears, the voice came from no specific direction, which meant Jakryos only had to look up to see her.

She was a dragon unlike any that lived in this part of the world, covered head to tail in gorgeous overlapping feathers. Vivid blue in green eyes shot down at him from her perch high in the invading tree. A mighty branch arm sagged under her as all four sets of claws bit into the bark. A majestic fan of feathers swayed in the breeze below, back and forth. Her smile was invisible on her face, but Jakryos could tell she was in a good mood. That would have mixed meanings for their meeting.

‘Vimas. It’s, good afternoon is right. It’s nice to see you again.’ Right away he was already over-thinking his words. He curled his tongue in his mouth, trying to focus himself.

“A pleasure as always. First time you didn’t struggle to find me; looks like you’re getting better at this.” Her voice was accompanied by flashes of white and pink between the black feathers, but otherwise she barely moved.

‘You’re the one who always insists on meeting out in the wilderness. You know there are plenty of quiet places just out of town where we could meet instead.’

“Oh I know. You told me that last time. And I told you that I have my reasons.” She teetered forward before shooting her forepaws out below herself, spilling downward. As a dark blur she fell from the tree with as much grace as a royal feline. Her paws pounded against the ground, while her tail made a gentler sweeping sound as it settled behind her, like a dropped blanket. “And my reasons include how it’s a lot more fun to bring you out here, instead.”

‘Out here, like, out to old, weird forgotten temples, you mean. Forgotten to everyone except you, I guess. you got any idea what this place is?’

“You said it yourself. It’s an old temple that people forgot. World’s an old place, what more do you want me to tell you?” She took a step up closer. Jakryos took a step back. She was at least two heads taller than him, and Jakryos wasn’t a small dragon by any metric. It wasn’t an intimidating difference except around Vimas, where calling it suddenly felt like a gross underestimation with her big eyes looking down on him.

He swallowed, lowering the glass bottle nestled into his tail until it tapped against the scattered stones, making a loud clink which sharpened his attention once again. “I…think we should get on with business.”

‘Couldn’t agree more!’ she smiled a smile which willfully revealed teeth: sharp, carnivorous. She set her weight back on her hind legs so she could unstrap a small knapsack tied to her shoulder. It was one very fine piece of leather-work. The cover flap was even made with luxurious striped fur that Jakryos couldn’t identify. All in all it was a strange sort of bag to be casually carrying around to secret meetings. Anyone else who Jakryos sourced goods from would have made do with grimy burlap. Vimas had a taste for nicer material, he could respect that, admittedly.

Likewise, Jakryos felt through his trio of collars. His entire workspace hung from holes punched into the dense leather bands. Carrying his work around like that had landed him with some eccentric skills, like being able to detect when his paws drifted over the specific bottles he would be trading off. He felt the nicks in the caps, and gathered tubes of glass in his paw a few at a time before unhooking them from the place where they attached. Some were filled with colorful liquids, others with fine powders. All were labeled with a generous number of warnings.

He looked over the cluster of bottles in his paws. It was a simple arrangement they had worked out. She brought him the materials he wanted, and he would provide her with his services as an alchemist. Strange thing was, Vimas never asked for anything particularly shady. Most of the products were used in agriculture, to be mixed into the soil and improve plants’ ability to uptake nutrients and grow. Then there was a good handful of essential medicines and antidotes. Knowing what sort of work he requested from Vimas, he didn’t question why those were needed. The strangest thing she ever asked for were acid neutralizers usually used in dangerous chemistry work. She only asked for them once.

He didn’t question why those were needed either.

He counted out the collection he had brought. Fifteen in total, same as the last time he counted them, their caps all neatly tied together with coarse string. They jingled together with discordant tones like a terrible set of chimes. ‘This is everything,’ he stated flatly, holding out the bundle. There was a pause, she didn’t answer, she just grinned down at him. Anxiety crawled up his scales, but he couldn’t afford to hesitate. Instead, he walked up to her, up until he was partially submersed in her shadow, where she could reach out and accept his part of the trade.

“That’s good,” Vimas said, poking through the vials, jostling the contents and judging their quantity. Jakryos felt she should know how he never, and would never, shortchange her. Yet somehow, seeing her check his work made him mentally run through the request once again. How did he measure his materials again? Was it volumetric or by mass?

“That’s fifteen, perfect,” her voice interrupted his doubting. “Hope you didn’t mind me asking for the larger batch this time. I’m working on a new garden and I wanna get it started right. This’ll do.” She unwound the button clasp on the knapsack, folding the cover back and showing how it was split into two distinct compartments. One compartment she spread open to put away Jakryos’ delivery. From the other, she began digging around for her own owed goods.

What she pulled forth was a menagerie of bundled plants and animal parts. Some bound together on their own, others tenderly wrapped in cloth. Each root, feather, scale and flower was tagged with a tiny scrap of paper. To most, it was just a fistful of poisonous organic matter, and yet to the two performing their trade, it was a fortune of useful magic.

Jakryos shifted his weight from one paw to the next while staring at the colorful bundle. Already he was scrutinizing every sample for signs of damage, but Vimas’ work was pristine; there wasn’t so much as a bruise on the flowers’ petals. Not even a hint of drying or discoloration marred the specimens. It hardly looked like they had weathered a journey at all.

While he stared into his prize, he didn’t notice the grip around his wrist before his paw was pulled out in front of him, with Vimas shoving the bundled goods into his palm. “There you have it,” she said, curling his digits over. “Three moons of running around the jungle and this is what I picked up. Try not to prick a finger on a thorn and kill yourself,” she warned before letting go, leading to Jakryos stumbling back a step and a half, dazed.

‘Um, right, thank you so, so much. I appreciate it…one moment’ he thought, turning away and stepping over himself to face the wall. Hunched over, he sorted through the different specimens one by one. The tags were meticulously labeled with the species name and occasionally a couple warnings, but Vimas’ handwriting left some room for improvement. He would have to remake some of the tags once he returned home. He got to putting everything away for travel. The more mundane materials were tied directly to his collars, while those that were volatile and destructive found their place in sealed tubes and jars.

Vimas looked over the shoulder of the hunched dragon. “You don’t have to thank me so thoroughly every time you know,” she pointed out with a raised brow. “This is strictly business, or however you wanna see it.”

‘Sure but, there’s no-one else who can source these materials. You go down to the tropics where you find some of the largest and most hostile creatures on the planet-’

“Myself included,” she cut in smugly.

‘-but I guess that goes to show, you have more experience than I could expect from anyone else, surviving these trips.’ A small part of him was still in disbelief that it was even possible. ‘So yes, I really appreciate it a lot.’

“It’s really not a big deal, you know. I’m just good at this.”

‘Sure, but, how-’

“Hey, look at me.”

Jakryos turned his head to see Vimas gazing down at him, her forepaws held in the air while her weight shifted back, showing the lines of bright green running down her sides. “Do you think I just lay down and hide when I’m out foraging and some monster walks by? You think these colors are for hiding with?” Speckled feathers alongside her neck fanned out, displaying two eye-spots, blue in green. “That’s not my way of doing things. I’m the hunter, not the hunted.”

Jakryos found it tough to keep his eyes on hers. She was a rather looming presence when she stood over him like that. There wasn’t a hint of hostility in her voice, but the sharp slit eyes looked deep into him, always a little wider than was comfortable. He wasn’t sure what those observant eyes saw. ‘So, what, does that mean everything just leaves you alone?’

She shook her head to a slow rhythm. “Thankfully, no. Not in the slightest. I get into my fair share of fights on those trips.”

His vision wandered. ‘But I’ve never once seen you return injured, and the beasts…’

She dropped her paw forward with a force that made Jakryos jump, instinctively shooting his attention back to her. “Like I said,” she grinned, pacing her words, “I’m good at this.”

‘You know how to make yourself look intimidating, I suppose.’ His meek thoughts admitted.

“And you know I have the muscle to back it up too. I’ve had a lot of time to learn how to sink my teeth into something when I need to.” As if to prove the fact, Jakryos saw her tilt her head just so, showing off the glint of lethally sharp teeth, evolved for the express purpose of causing as much damage to flesh as possible.

He could feel a little twitch shoot up his spine when her teeth shut together. He expected some little “click” or other snap, but it was a completely silent action. Vimas was grinning down at him now, the plumes over her head rising.

“Looks like I made my point. Now, if you’re not going to remind me, I’m going to remind you that you’ve got one more little delivery.” Once again she poked around in her shoulder bag, both paws reaching in for a weight which had settled to the very bottom. The bag relaxed when she pulled out an irregular shape wrapped completely in scratchy bandages. Jakryos’ brow shot up when he saw the size of the thing being handed over. He could identify it immediately, the only thing it could have been.

He knew that under the bandages was a gargantuan fang. At its flat end, the bandages were stained a muddy brown, and the killing end had been made safe by a hefty piece of cork bulging out the wrappings, giving the package its odd shape.

He shoved his weight forward to take the fang in both paws, cradling it as one would hold a deadly explosive. He explored the entire surface for any break in the bandage but found none. He opted to leave the pointy end alone though, protected or not.

With a bored look drooping her eyes, Vimas watched him go through the motions yet again. “Don’t you worry your little head, alchemist. It’s preserved exactly how you want it. You still got plenty of living matter hibernating in there, but I’d say put it to use sooner than later. The second rot gets in, the whole thing is gonna be useless.”

‘I know. The second I get back home I’ll be running my usual tests on it. This is the first time anyone’s going to get a chance to do this study, I’ll be finally taking that opportunity for myself.’ He couldn’t help but smile as he thought that, gazing into his prize. There was a mountain of opportunity waiting inside for him.

“Oh I know you will. Have fun finding some weird use for it. All I ever saw was a tooth that’ll kill you dead if it pokes you.”

He looked up at her, his academic curiosity had completely eclipsed any sort of anxiety or fear. Under his featureless eyes he was already machinating plans, but more than anything he was curious about the one who had made it all possible. ‘And how in the world did you actually get your hands on this?’ He asked, carefully fixing the tooth to his collars. He had to clip it to multiple just to keep the weight held stable.

She rolled her eyes, “Isn’t it obvious? They don’t exactly fall out on their own. So I went and got it myself.”

He swallowed, he just couldn’t believe that it was that simple. ‘You mean to say you fought one of those monsters and pulled a fang from it?’

For the first time he heard a slight growl rumbling up the feathered dragon’s throat. She stepped forward, up close to him, lowering her head down to just above his eye level. “Yes, that’s exactly what I did. Are you going to keep asking silly questions?”

He quickly realized how he overstepped. He swallowed hard. ‘Um, no, no I won’t. No more silly questions,’ he repeated.

She paused, studying him. “Hm.” The sound came out as a a puff of air on Jakryos’ snout. “I don’t believe you. I ought to make this extra clear.”

Jakryos felt the warm touch of her paw catch the side of his neck. He grew tense, waiting as the paw dragged up towards his head. Vimas grinned down at him, not allowing his attention to wander, her thumb pressed into the soft edge where different scale patterns met. When Jakryos grew too anxious and looked away, the digits of her paw gripped at his jaw, pulling his gaze back into her own sight.

“Eyes on me, alchemist, I’m giving a demonstration.” She wouldn’t allow him to look anywhere else. Her paw continued to drift on, feeling over Jakryos’ muzzle, thumb pressing in at his lip. He felt her tugging the flap of scaled flesh back, digits sliding in to the space in front of his fangs. Her paw nearly covered his whole nose while she felt around, easing his jaw open, feeling back along his broad tongue, and letting her digits settle around one of his upper fangs. She rested there a moment, lightly pinching the off-white dentition.

Then in a snap she pulled out the invading paw, and Jakryos jolted with shock, recoiling from the larger dragon. “Pulled out the beast’s tooth just like that” Vimas announced with glee, holding a balled paw out beside her face. Jakryos clicked his teeth together a couple times to be sure they were all still there. He was a little surprised to find everything still firmly slotted in his gums.

Vimas grinned her toothy grin down at him, shaking spittle from her adventuring paw. “You understand now?” She asked.

Jakryos was obliged to nod until his head spun.

“Good to know. But you also know that monsters don’t just let anyone reach into their mouth. Not in a way that lets you take your hand back out, that is. It takes a little persuading.” She started to walk herself up close again. Jakryos backed away, but found the bottle at his tail clinking against brickwork behind him. He didn’t realize he’d been coerced into a corner.

The hood of feathers lining her neck widened out, blocking most light from Jakryos’ vision, save for that which glinted off the feathered dragon’s fangs. Hers were sharper, longer, curved and sinister. She brought them up close to Jakryos’ face until he squinted. “It’s important to show who’s in charge first,” she suggested. Her face was beside his now, lips curled back to exaggerate her smile, one which proudly displayed how deadly a bite could be.

She brushed her paw, still damp, down Jakryos’ shoulder, then gripped at his arm to pull it forward with a strength that he couldn’t resist. She brought his paw up to rest at her jaw, in much the same place, with the same sense of exploration.

“Come now, its your turn,” she commented on his anxiety.

Only difference was, Jakryos couldn’t pull his paw away, not as she guided it up against her own teeth, lightly pressing his soft scales across a razor surface. He could see himself shaking, fearful that she’d cut into the delicate space between scales, but she held his paw steady, guiding him even as she drew him in for a deeper feel into her maw.

Jakryos felt the heat of her breath puffing across his paw, curling up his arm and flowing over his face. And yet he felt awfully hot all over, as though it were his whole body she warmed with her lungs’ heat. He couldn’t pry his eyes from Vimas as she looked down into him. She kept their eye contact laser focused as she slid his paw off of her tongue, with a suggestive line of drool still connecting them both.

‘What was all that for?’ He dared to ask.

Her grip on his wrist tightened, thumb massaging at the wet scales. “Why do you think? Cause it was fun. And to make a point clear to you.” She clamped her teeth shut, cutting the strand of spit. If she wanted to, she just as easily could have taken the dragon’s paw off in the same action. Jakryos twisted his wrist in her grip, just to feel it still connected. “I’m the one in control here, which means the best thing for you is to let me do what I want.”

‘Right…y-you’re in control,’ he nodded with only a weak movement of his head.

“Now you’re starting to get it. But…” her grip came tighter, pulling his arm upward, jerking Jakryos forward until their snouts nearly collided. “Unlike you, any real monster is going to put up a fight.”

He felt then the tug at his neck. He glanced down to see that Vimas’ other paw was firmly grasping one of his collars. She held one band of leather firm and steady, and Jakryos too, with his head only a handspan away from hers. The colors of her feathers encompassed most of his vision, becoming all he could see when he remained focused on her eyes.

“A good fight gives me the chance to wrestle something to the ground. And you see, thats exactly what I do this traveling for.” Her gaze broke off, only for her to raise her head and pull hard on the collar. Jakryos’ head was tugged right into the soft feathers of her neck, burying his snout in them. His head spun at being up next to her. Vimas was unmoved. He could smell the natural oils on her feathers, and under it, the sting of blood.

She readjusted her grip, pulling a second collar into her paw. “You’re smart not to fight back, alchemist.” A twist forced Jakryos to lay the side of his head against her neck. Two collars pressured his scales, bottles clinked against one another and the fang Vimas gave now poked at his throat. “If you fight, then I fight, and you’ll lose.”

‘Well, I wouldn’t want to fight you,’ his thought could only come out as a murmur.

The third and last collar was pulled into her grip. Jakryos was tugged again, down this time, sliding with the flow of feathers. On the converse, Vimas brought herself up high using her tail fan for a stable counterweight. Dragged down past the base of her neck, he was brought to a spot where the feathers and flesh were so soft as to seem divine, allowing his weight to sink in to their embrace. It was almost peaceful, at least until she spoke again. “Aren’t you gonna keep asking how I do things? You want to ask what happens when something loses a fight to me?” Her voice pulled him out of his place of comfort.

It was a question he couldn’t answer. His thoughts were silent until a tug at his collars delivered the words to his head. ‘Yes! I…I want to know,’ he blurted.

The pressure on his throat approvingly relaxed. Her other paw, still wet, released Jakryos’ arm and relaxed on the back of his skull, between his horns, pressing him into Vimas’ feather-cushioned stomach. “When I’ve got something that doesn’t back down, I make sure to pin it to the ground and let it struggle until it doesn’t have a drop of energy left.” Jakryos grew tense. His vision was obscured by dark feathers but he could feel Vimas’ voice as a warmth running over his scales. “I’ll take what I need from it, in this case a shiny, dangerous fang-” The wrapped fang felt awfully heavy around his neck when she wasn’t holding it up. “-and then I’ll take my own reward. I pull the head of the beast into my mouth and swallow it whole while it’s too weak to resist.”

His body was taken by a shiver. He knew Vimas would feel it, she would get the satisfaction of knowing she got a physical reaction out of him, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was a spike of some mental concoction of embarrassment and excitement that made him shake in her grasp, that and and an imagination which ran much too wild. He could picture what she described all too clear, much too vivid. He shivered again, pressing himself into her stomach for some sense of stability.

“Hmm, you sure liked that, huh?” The soft paw at the back of Jakryos’ head began the motions of gentle, affectionate strokes. “What I gave you is the last trace of that monster. The rest, well, it’s all metabolized and gone by now. ‘T’s how nature goes.”

Between her suggestive words demanding his attention, Jakryos listened carefully. Faint rumbling came from within the feathered dragon’s lithe stomach. He felt as though the low growling called out to him, offering a chance to see for himself what it could do.

His collars twisted back, tilting his head up to stare at her fanged grin, her eyes glared at him over her short snout. “It’s the same fate for anything, or anyone, who tries to take a claw to me, you know. That includes dragons just, like, you.” Her touch circled the space between his horns. “I’ve devoured dragons without thinking twice about it. Some were looking to start trouble, others figured they had a problem with me. But I’ll be honest with you, alchemist, they all may as well have been asking to get eaten.”

The paw behind his head gripped at one of his horns. Together with a tug of the collars Vimas lifted the smaller dragon up with no help from his straining legs. Jakryos’ front paws dangled useless in the air, and Vimas took two heavy steps forward until they could feel their stomachs collide against each other. Jakryos’ belly was rotund and heavy, and Vimas’ shallow and thin, but so much deadlier. His hind paws shifted to try to stay balanced, it was hard to focus with the feathered dragon’s gaze burning into him.

“You know I think I’ve even eaten an alchemist once,” she continued, a mischief in her tone. “A cheery little dragon who loved their work so, so much. They desperately wanted to understand every part of the world, so badly that they went and asked me to swallow them whole, so they could see for themself what it meant to be part of nature’s cycles.”

‘And you did?’ Jakryos asked.

She nodded slowly. “And I did, that’s right. And somewhere in my cells that alchemist got their answer. Of course, they never got to write down what they found. You can imagine why that is.” From somewhere in her belly there was a faint grumble, her body giving its own little conformation of her story, in its own way.

He was deadly curious. He could pretend it was an academic curiosity; a simple set desire for a deeper understanding of nature, but his feelings ran so much more complex than that. Delightfully so.

‘What did they find?’ he wondered aloud.

“Are you asking me to tell you or to show you?” She leered down at him. “Cause I’ll have fun doing either for you.”

Her voice encouraged him onward, to lean in to his own desires and fascination. He wanted to know more about her, to understand what sort of incredible strength let her take down dragons and terrible beasts without a need to worry for her own safety. But he was held back by little worries. She would surely devour him if he asked for it, he was following the steps of a very dangerous dance. ‘Could you show me, just a little?’

His head was pulled upwards, head flush against her neck, his snout directly in front of hers. Hot air billowed from her nostrils and made him squint. “You’re more daring than I pegged you for, alchemist. I’m impressed. I’ll let you see, and you’ll get an illuminating view of just where you stand in the world.”

When she opened her mouth next, it was like a gateway to another domain yawning before him, one that was fleshy pink, with every surface coated with bubbles of saliva, unbelievably damp; the maw of someone anticipating a meal. It widened over his view until he could peer far down into the dark back of her throat, where overlapping rings of flesh formed a sort of portal to the depths of the dragon. His view was limited from so little light. It gave her throat the impression of a cavernous pit, one that gave Jakryos a growing sense of vertigo the longer he stared into it. If he looked too long, he felt he might just tumble right in, even as Vimas kept him held tight and steady.

The grip on his horn tightened, guiding his skull forward, setting his chin atop a wide tongue curled out between deadly fangs. It was a practiced motion, he realized. She pulled his head in just until his cheeks brushed against her teeth, right where they would both be most comfortable, slotted together like a fleshy puzzle.

His sight was no clearer when he stared down into the dark. He could, however, feel what he could not see. Her breath carried an inescapable humidity that felt sticky on his scales. While Vimas could not speak with him occupying her maw, he could hear well how her breathing rumbled up her throat, sounding like a subtle hum, a simple melody. Under him undulated her tongue, an uncontrollable force. It curled against and into his scales, tugging at him, impatient. Jakryos had no power here, and could not answer the tongue’s demands.

Vimas did the work for him. The paw clutching his horn began to drag him forward. Jakryos slid down the length of her tongue until the sticky rough surface started to lap at his neck, signaling that his head was fully drawn in. The huge ear fins framing his head had to fold in on themselves to slip between her jaws. Most of the time he took the colorful fans for granted, but soon they were blocking out the light completely, making the space feel even more crowded.

A drip of liquid was felt atop his head before he could feel the roof of Vimas’ mouth rest on top of his head. His nose poked up against the soft entrance to her throat, kissed by the wet sphincter. Beyond was the vicious descent into Vimas’ stomach. He imagined it as a vicious, acidic pit from which there was no return. His breathing grew faster as he dwelt on his own imaginings, taking in the second-hand air made heavy with humidity.

The collars around his neck fell slack, and a soft paw came to rest on the scales at the back of his neck, rubbing in delicate circles. He was content waiting here on the precipice. Staring down he could see his own end, but an end with a known future. A little bit of weight on Vimas’ stomach was what would become of him, and that weight wouldn’t last very long, from what he learned of her metabolism.

Then came a lurch. The paw behind his head pushed down hard, the gentle walls all around seemed to harden in an instant, gripping into him, taking him in, sucking his head down Vimas’ throat. Her dexterous neck curled to allow him inside, not letting an inch slip back out. The paw around his horn let go only so it too could grip at his neck and push him even further down.

It was a sudden world-shifting moment, but its end was just as jarring when he stopped. The walls relaxed again and softened to a gentle pressure. Jakryos was left resting with pillow-y soft squishing into every side of his face. He felt his heart race in his chest. Instinct made him want to struggle, but her neck was unyielding, and when his paws so much as twitched they were caught and locked against his chest. Only his wings had room, but they could only flail against the stone behind him.

He couldn’t do anything. His legs were extended as far as they could go while Vimas held him still. He couldn’t even struggle. Mucus dripped down over his brow, forcing his eyes shut, though it wasn’t like he could see anything in the first place. When he closed his eyes he began to hear the little noises he couldn’t before. He heard the wet sound of the esophagus walls rubbing against his scales, and the thrum of a heartbeat, somewhere far below, he also heard the sound of Vimas’ breathing, air flowing down a separate channel somewhere beside him.

There was another swallow, another moment of action. The walls brought him in yet deeper, bending his neck to an awkward angle. The walls weren’t so eager to relax as he moved deeper. Everything became very tight around him. He could feel Vimas’ jaws close around his neck, teeth resting gently on his scales but always threatening to bite. His breathing was getting heavier still, but it wasn’t excitement causing it. Jakryos started to realize the air he breathed was getting thinner, with nothing to replenish it.

He felt his blood run cold, a sharp sensation clashing with the warmth all around. A fear of suffocating in this place gripped his mind. He curled the digits of his paws, making sure he could still feel them, but his arms were held stationary, and he had no way of pulling his neck back out.

‘Vimas?’ He called out, but only another more gentle swallow answered him, and the feeling of fangs poking at another spot further down his neck. His head pounded as he took in as much air as he could. He wasn’t sure if the patches of color he was seeing were natural or a symptom of oxygen deprivation. She could suffocate him here, letting her swallow him completely with no resistance at all, consigning him to a fate in her stomach. That could have been that.

The walls seemed to constrict until they formed a seal over him, locking him there, preventing any chance at getting more air. He imagined Vimas’ belly, which he could still feel his own stomach pressing into. He imagined it swelling with his form, occupying all the space between her legs. Powerful stomach muscle would come down on him from every side, digesting him down to scale and bone, and soon after, nothing at all. He’d invited it, of course, brought on by his own curiosity. He’d crossed the deadly threshold, and he saw his asphyxiated end in front of him, an endless pit, tucked away under the stunning feathers of a predatory dragon.

And that’s when the motion reversed. Jakryos was pulled from the other’s throat in a singular movement, announced by a slick wet noise when he was peeled off of Vimas’ tongue and dropped backward. He nearly tumbled over himself when she let him go, feeling the scales of his back contact the glass bottle on his tail. The daylight burned through his eyelids, and Jakryos sputtered for fresh air. He didn’t even realize that his paws were released until he moved to wipe his vision clear.

Vimas, of course, was grinning down at him as she always did, hood tucked back non-threateningly. She sat back on her haunches, giving him a little space as he readjusted to the world of the living. She licked across the border of her mouth, apparently savoring the last of Jakryos’ taste. “So, did you make any groundbreaking discoveries in there?” She asked.

Jakryos wiped his face with a paw as best he could. His scales were blanketed in a generous layer of drool, more than he thought possible to produce in such a short period of time. Was it a short time? How long had it been? ‘I, um, I discovered some things about myself, I think.’

“Yeah I’m sure you did. Be a bit more mindful of what you ask for, next time, you wouldn’t want to see me get carried away, now would you?”

He vigorously shook his head at that proposal, slinging liquid droplets to his side. ‘I’ll keep my scales on for now. Maybe with the proper protection, sometime, another time.’

She stepped forward, resting a paw on Jakryos’ slimy neck, “Alright big guy, better question, was it fun for you?”

His nod was just as vigorous, a gesture that made her grin some more, delight in her wide eyes. Her arm playfully hooked around his neck. “That’s good to see. Very good if that means I haven’t scared you off.”

‘I don’t know if you could if you tried.’

“That remains to be seen. You don’t know what I’m like when I’m trying.” She teased, squeezing his neck ever so gently. She only released him after giving a playful wet slap.

The sting made his neck curl, reminding him to stretch out after the awkward position he had been pulled into. ‘I guess I don’t. That’ll be for next time as well.’ His paws glided over his collars, making sure that their play hadn’t jostled anything loose. His palm came to rest against the giant fang. ‘What do I owe you for the tooth? I wasn’t really prepared for you to bring it.’

Vimas shot him a coy look, ”I’m gonna leave that up to you. But my humble preference is that we don’t take so long to meet again. You’re awfully fun to mess around with, you know.”

‘You’ve made me well aware of that, Vimas.’ Despite the dismissive comment, he couldn’t help but smile. She’d really surprised him this time. He rather looked forward to what would happen next.

“Making people aware of things is what I do, one way or another.”

‘You seem to do a lot of things,’ he pointed out before hesitating a beat. His tail came around to position the glass bottle between him and Vimas. ‘One question, did you, have you actually swallowed another dragon before?’

She readjusted her wings and feigned annoyance. “Asking that now that you’re safe, hmm? It wouldn’t be so much fun if I told you. But, if you ask again next time you better believe you’ll find out.” She licked over her teeth to bring home the invitation.

He defensively held the glass neck of the bottle. ‘Right, right, I’ll keep that in mind.’ He certainly would.

“Well, I don’t know if anyone is missing you right now but I have places to be,” Vimas announced, spreading her wings out wide. For the only time that day Jakryos could see her wings in their glory; within the pitch dark of those feathers was a long row of dazzling eye spots, all staring at him, blue in green. “You know how to find me, so don’t keep me waiting, Jakryos.”

He braced himself as a powerful beat of her wings sent swirling dust and debris into the air. She kicked herself off from the ground in a static takeoff few dragons were capable of. She rose into the air, and in a flash she was gone behind the forest canopy.

It took a while for Jakryos to completely reorient himself. It took a while longer to come to the conclusion that attempting to wipe all the spit off was a fruitless endeavor. Shaking his ear fins as dry as he could get them, he tucked his wings to his back, ducked under the stone arch he came in through, and started on the long walk back home.

He wondered what explanation he could come up with for his soaked face if anyone saw him, or what he’d do with the new materials once he could get them on ice. But mostly he just thought of what he went through, and what excuse he could make up to come back for another trade.

She really did have an extraordinary talent for dragging him out to the most unusual places.

One Good Trade - Bonus

SecretJWorld/Jakryos

BlueSky: HERE

Furaffinity: HERE

SoFurry: [HERE](../../u/SecretJWorldHERE)

CWs: Sexual Content (Cock), Oral Vore, Same-Size, Digestion

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He had hardly gotten five steps beyond the crumbling archway before he saw her again. This time she didn’t need to announce herself. Jakryos was so taken in by his own thoughts that he nearly bumped right into her at the spot she stood waiting. When he stumbled back to see the familiar eyes on him, he recoiled by instinct, tail folding back on itself with the great bottle wobbling on its end.

‘Vimas! You’re uh, I didn’t forget anything did I?’

She shook her head. “Not a thing, don’t you worry about that. No I’m here to give you an offer real quick, while all our fun still has me thinking.”

He blinked. This was extremely unusual of her. Normally, once they were done they were done, and they would part ways. No further interaction. Even when Jakryos tried, he wouldn’t find Vimas again until she wanted to see him. It seemed she wanted to see him now.

Seeing his speechless expression, the feathered dragon continued. “Call it a way to repay me for the fang, or don’t, I don’t really care. What I want to know is if you really want to try going the whole way.” She stretched out the word “whole” as she spoke it. At first Jakryos was confused, he wanted to ask for clarification, but that soon gave way to terrible understanding. Realization widened his eyes.

‘You’re not serious, I’ll-‘

“Die? You will, temporarily. But that’s not gonna stop you, is it?”

There was a long pause, Vimas setting her weight back, giving him space to breathe and come to a decision…but not very much. He wasn’t sure if any amount of space was enough for a choice like this, and yet, the answer came to him with shocking speed. ‘Well, sure, why not?’

Her face lit up, and wordlessly her paw reached out to take Jakryos by the collars and drag him right on back to the rubble-encrusted floor. She pulled him hard, and Jakryos felt the weight of his tail bottle departing as he jerked forward. There was a rattling roll along the stones until it found some nook to settle into.

Vimas was notably more forceful, straining Jakryos’ neck to get him in front, then pushing him along until he was facing a wall, the inverse of their earlier position.

Her voice came around his ear fins. “If you’re absolutely sure you want to go through with this, take off your collars. I’m eating you, not your weird work stuff.”

Silently he nodded, carefully undoing the tiny latch at the back of each collar. One by one they fell loose, vials of materials rattling while they swung in the grip of his paw. Each one slid down from his scales to rest along the broken stone. Beyond that, Vimas gave him little room for movement, looming over his side, pulling him back into position whenever he moved wrongly. Jakryos obediently looked back for some assurance once it was done.

She approved. “Good, now let me see your tail. You’re gonna need to be able to breathe this time to see all of this.”

Nodding, he raised the appendage with its looping end. It swayed only once in the air before Vimas caught it, threading a few digits through the hollow center. Her other paw clutched Jakryos by the shoulder, grip cold and tight. Her maw opened around the tail’s end, fitting its flat surface across her tongue before everything lurched back with the dramatic first swallow.

Spikes of sensation electrified Jakryos from his head down through his tail all the way to the end sealed down Vimas’ throat. Before, she had savored the dragon’s taste for the sake of fun. This time, she had no patience. One swallow was followed up by another in succession, it was a wet warmth ascending his vertebrae without pause.

The weight on Jakryos’ shoulder grew heavy. His forelegs buckled and his front half was forced down. His cheek met the cold stone, head facing away from where Vimas stood. He could only really see Vimas as a dark figure growing in the edge of his vision, but he could feel the frightening ravenousness with which she consumed his tail. Fierce hunger showed in every movement, intent only on shoving more and more of the appendage down her neck. Her teeth didn’t have their earlier restraint, and they scraped against his scales’ flow as they dragged along.

He tried backing himself towards her as some sort of encouragement, but her weight just came down more forceful under the shoulder blade. It kept him stuck in place, solidifying her control. A little further along Jakryos began to feel his back half getting lighter. Vimas’ jaws came around the base of his tail and rose up, lifting his hind legs from the ground. Jakryos could hear her feathers shuffling and the pressure on his shoulder readjust. Vimas moved herself to a spot where Jakryos could see her and what she was doing, but his eyes were drawn to how her neck swelled with the mass of his tail. His hind legs tucked in, but they poked out the sides of Vimas’ maw, and with one big push they were shoved down into the compressed space of her throat.

His tail twitched and fidgeted but found no room to move within its captor. Vimas’ jaws gripped his wings and her teeth poked at his belly, coming in at the widest part of the dragon. She had no hesitation, no struggle whatsoever as her jaw stretched to take him in. A rumbling, pleased hum vibrated through Vimas, and traveled from her into Jakryos through their connection.

He jolted as he felt her tongue moving under him, digging at the sensitive scales of his lower belly. When it was sensitive flesh that the rough tongue started rubbing up against, it sent sparks rocketing up through Jakryos’ nerves. In the very back, just on the edge of her throat, her tongue ground against the swollen scales forming his balls. It was that sensation in particular that made Jakryos’ face hot and his cock hard. Everything seemed so sensitive, so tight. His delight sent his tail squirming all the way down the predator’s throat.

That was enough to push Vimas further. Jakryos soon felt both sets of claws at his shoulders, gripping under the scales and keeping him steady while Vimas rolled off to the side. Vibrant feathered wings spread out under them both, while Jakryos’ own stayed secured under her teeth. Her claws made indents in his coat of scales, but they heaved him the rest of the way so he could lay on her chest and belly. Her feathers welcomed him, luxuriously soft and so much better than the hard stone.

Jakryos needed a moment to adjust to the new position, vision spinning from the sudden movement. He felt the claw tips digging into his shoulders slowly relax. One of Vimas’ paws slipped from him to instead start digging around the rougher, fluffier feathers between her hind legs. It took quick circular motions at first, but settled into long strokes, forward and back, as a bright pink rod rose through the feathers.

She stroked at herself while Jakryos continued his descent. Every swallow brought a fresh arousal, a hasty pump of her digits along her cock before a drawn out pause, leading into the next swallow that repeated the loop. His descent came to a sudden stop when her free paw grasped his wrist, extending his arm as far as it could go, plus a little extra push stretching his sore shoulder forward. She set his paw to rest over the hot flesh, curling his fingers around the slick surface, and wordlessly set him to work, relieving pressure but not letting go.

A needy hum vibrating around him and a nibble around his sides gave Jakryos the kick to start stroking. He took long motions up and down the length, imitating what he saw Vimas doing, sliding up against the rim of the shapely head. His arm ached when he stretched out for the base, but Vimas pushed him on until his paws could sink into the shroud of feathers.

He grazed through the soft surface, but a twist at his wrist forced his digits to squish into the soft skin, pushing around a pair of heavy orbs below the shaft base. His paw rolled them over a few times, kneaded their surface until Vimas’ humming grew a pitch higher. She wouldn’t keep him in any one place for too long; as soon as she was ready she dragged his paw back to stroke faster at her cock.

With each motion, the tongue underneath him got more ambitious, starting to curl around Jakryos’ own arousal, making a full loop around the turgid flesh before its tip poked about the sensitive end.

He learned a lot about how Vimas liked to be handled in that brief experience. The better he did the more vigorously her tongue explored him, and the louder the rumble from her chest became. She never wanted him to slow down except for those small pauses where slick juices could spill over his paw, a sensation which she savored with an iron grip staying Jakryos’ wrist from pushing her any further.

His handling was also answered by an increasingly demanding tightness around his back half and tail. Little swallows, impossible to resist, pulled him in an inch at a time, with only her grip keeping Jakryos from shooting down her throat. Soon though, it became laborious just to reach between her legs, his shoulder burning up from the exertion. Vimas voiced a grunt which almost sounded disappointed, but it was followed by a powerful gulp announcing the end of their shared moment.

Her jaws came all the way up past his belly, forcing both arms forward. The grip which once kept him stable now sought to push him in deeper. Her neck readjusted to align Jakryos upright. He squinted. To him, the sky was too bright. It stung his eyes after looking at the dark of Vimas’ feathers for so long.

He didn’t have much time to complain about it though, as the grip of Vimas’ throat plunged him deeper, flesh compressing over his body. As soon as his head had passed, her jaws closed around his arms, giving him only shreds of light to subsist on between the muscles of her maw and throat. Apparently her tongue wasn’t done with him, it continued to give playful licks along his snout while he descended, finishing him off with a gentle and careless push on the nose before the ever-welcoming throat accepted him inside.

Even while he slid down backwards, without being choked for air, Vimas’ throat was an oppressive, claustrophobic space. Any movement was stifled with overwhelming strength, save for his tail which writhed frantically somewhere in the stomach far below. High above, his paws felt cold from where they stuck out of Vimas’ maw, given only the occasional hot breath that puffed between her jaws. Before long he could feel her tongue curling up his sore wrist, embracing the last of him in her warmth. With some further thought, Jakryos wondered if she was instead just trying to get the taste of herself which clung to Jakryos’ scales. While he wondered, the jaws closed completely, and he was trapped in darkness.

Space seemed to lose all meaning in that descent. The only measure with which he could follow movement was by tracking how much his tail had to curl and compress. Vimas was hardly still throughout this. She hummed with delighted noises while she adjusted and readjusted her position, massaging her neck and stomach, and presumably continuing her earlier stroking which Jakryos could not see but could certainly hear from her accelerated breathing.

First his hind legs poked into the stomach, wiggling about and finding the space to be much more compact than expected. By the time his belly started to squeeze in, the walls were already starting to stretch, and that stomach could evidently stretch a lot. It was a brief slide that delivered the dragon to his resting place, but as soon as he felt the slimy walls close around his paws, any indication of where he had come in from had vanished. All sense of direction was completely lost. Gravity seemed to shift, swaying him from side to side. Pressure on his back from Vimas’ exploring paws gave some hint as to where “up” was, but it was hardly reliable, and so hard to focus on through all the other competing stimuli.

“Finally settled in?” Vimas’ voice came through. Everything seemed to vibrate just a little when she spoke. “You better be in a comfortable position, cause I am, and I’m not pulling you back out.” Her words were punctuated by a firm push into the obscene bulge that Jakryos made. “Come on alchemist, you’re not dead yet, speak up.”

‘It’s, uh, a little tight,’ he pointed out.

“Fair warning, it’s gonna get tighter.” Her paw drummed at her belly, making the firm edge quiver and tickle his scales. “Go on and stretch out a little, I wanna feel you in there.”

His attempts at movement were half-hearted at first, but he found that he rather liked the feeling of rubbing up against the textured stomach walls. He kicked his legs out, stretched his tail, and buried his face into the folded surface, where his scales felt a warm not-heat that was alien but not unpleasant. The more he stimulated the stomach, the wetter everything seemed to become, and the more excited Vimas became as she rubbed at her captive.

“That’s better,” she thrummed. “I would’ve kept you out to see the show but, I had to feel you in there before- o-oh that’s a good feeling.” She cut herself off only to put more pressure on her stomach with one paw, and Jakryos was lost in the sounds that followed.

The sound of wet surrounded Jakryos from all angles; when he touched the stomach flesh, when he touched himself, and just from the functioning of a body living and breathing all around him. Every time Vimas squished her stomach it brought about a chorus of noise. It was overwhelming on his senses. It was too present to settle into background noise, and too unpredictable to adjust for.

Instead, Jakryos had to accept an existence of being constantly pushed around into strange positions, getting tossed about by the rolling stomach walls and then suddenly squeezed tight enough to send him gasping for air. It became a new fact of life. It was all he could experience for a long while; that and the delighted noises his captor made whenever he moved in a particularly desirable way. He fell into the trance of arrhythmic motions, accepting what Vimas’ body would do with his own. He felt down at himself as he thought about it, romanticizing it in his own way even as the stomach started its work on him.

The more he thought about it the more appealing the idea seemed in all its horror. He fantasized about Vimas claiming him completely, about his body being soaked up into hers. He could already hear her gloating over the mass he added to her belly. Perhaps he did hear it, but it just didn’t register through the noisy stomach walls.

Jakryos knew Vimas was closing in on an orgasm when her full weight came down on him, forcing his back to arch, printing his crotch against the firm edge. There was a tightness all around that sent him on with renewed fervor, sliding up against the acidic walls, full of overwhelming lust in place of oxygen. In that time he was completely lost to a need soaking into his mind. The stomach clamped down on him as his paw pressed hard into his most sensitive scales, dragged up his cock and drenched itself in a torrential pour of warmth.

His thoughts drowned in pleasure for that endless moment. When he finally came back to breathe, everything seemed to slow down and spin. The movements of the stomach relaxed into a steady roll. The delirious energy which he had been drunk on only moments before had evaporated. He relaxed like a tool lying dormant with its purpose fulfilled.

He felt the world shift, gravity tilting from side to side momentarily before relaxing again. “You’ve had your fun then? That’s good, we should do this again sometime.”

He didn’t have the energy to respond, a lethargy swept through the dragon in a way he couldn’t really describe. It wasn’t sleep, not the winding down from an orgasm, something else. The warmth all around seemed to be sinking into him, creeping into his bones.

Vimas continued, “there will be another time, so don’t you worry about that. Today you’re gonna see what it’s like to be a part of someone else, someone bigger and stronger. You’ll have to tell me all about it later on.”

He nodded, sluggishly sliding his face against the ribbed stomach muscle. His head felt heavy, the desire to rest made him settle into stillness, feeling less and less. He was lulled by gentle pressures from Vimas massaging at his form, and when fatigue did claim him, he was able to sleep comfortably through the slow process that followed.

“Told you I swallowed dragons before.”

Vimas spent a long while massaging at her stomach, savoring every moment of her belly shifting and rumbling while the dragon dissolved inside of her. She was immobilized by the bulk that Jakryos had provided. It wasn’t because of the weight, of course; she had carried much heavier payloads, but it was the impracticality of trying to move with a dragon’s mass getting between your legs. Trying to reach the ground would be an annoying challenge if she bothered to try.

She pushed her stomach from one side to the other, feeling gravity tugging at the weight, hearing the ravenous liquids flood the inside. Bit my bit that swollen belly, made massive and tight by her huge meal, would compress over a period, then relax, then compress again tighter. It would be a day long process before it shrunk to anything manageable, and she would be there to enjoy all of it.

She got herself comfortably relaxed against the rock wall, wings and tail fan splayed out. Streaks of white disturbed the solid black feathers, climbing up the swell in her abdomen. He’d given her a real show, squirming around like that. She rather wanted to keep him; either to stay as a part of her belly, which was simple but appealing, or as a toy that would keep her belly full and stimulated, whenever she wanted, for as long as she wanted. Jakryos probably wouldn’t get much time to do anything else going down that path, she reflected.

Perhaps that would be something to bring up next time, all in all this had turned out to be a very good trade.