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"Excuse me... mister Ei', I'm here for your interview."

Standing backstage, before the magician's gold-starred door, a nervous mouse cradling a laptop to his chest shivered. It was not due to his business casual clothing, nor the temperate environment surrounding the excitement of the theater. No, this was his survival instincts trying to get the better of him. The white mouse didn't stand very high on the predatory hierarchy, especially when compared to the dragon he was set to meet this evening. Shaking his nerves to the back of his being, the mouse reached forward once more to knock on the door, which felt ever more imposing than it looked. With his curled paw meeting the wood, it creaked open, a blinding light burned through the crack.

"Oh, yes, come in. I had completely forgotten about the arrangement we had."

The words sent a shiver up the mouse's spine, sweat was visible on his brow briefly, before a quick shake allowed the nervous mess to collect himself.

"T-thank you for seeing me tonight."

A furred face poked in through the doorway, carefully scanning the dragon's 'lair'. It resembled nothing more than an average dressing room, though the furniture itself appeared a tad too lavish. A large couch, marked with visible stains and an imposing indent in the middle as its most noticeable feature, sat against the wall across from the dressing room chair the dragon had seated himself in.

"The pleasure is all mine," remarked the dragon, gesturing towards the couch. Sleek and blue, a towel draped around his neck with a pair of boxer briefs as his only other clothing, yet the attention of the mouse was drawn towards his midsection. Bulbous, and hanging off the chair, his gut was bulging, and what appeared to be... squirming? No, it must have just been upset, the mouse internally noted.

"Of c-c-course, thank you," breath a tad heavy, the mouse clambered atop the couch, perching himself as far from the indent as possible, while adjusting himself on his rump. The couch seat was incredibly comfortable, yet firm. It must have taken such a great weight to crease that cushion over a long time, the shivering prey added to his mental notes, taking in everything he could about his surroundings.

A loud groan broke the silence of their encounter, radiating from the dragon's stomach. The mouse quickly turned his gaze towards the source, watching the bulbous gut shift and stir. What was inside, or... who...

The thought was immediately broken, as a rancid belch bellowed from the dragon's maw. Rancid air permeated the room as the predator arched back against his chair, apparently overwhelmed by the expulsion. Tongue lolled to the side, basking in the relief of his acidic expulsion, Ei' quickly moved a claw to cover his maw, face glowing a soft hue of red.

"Excuse me, sorry. After a show, I generally tend to reward myself with a rather sizable meal."

The mouse shivered and nodded, clambering onto the couch with haste, almost dropping the laptop he held cradled to his form. With a sigh, wiping the dust from the computer's cover, the journalist propped open the device atop his lap, quickly humming to life.

"Well then mister Ei', thank you for having me." The mouse finding new confidence in his craft, jotting each word as they were spoken.

"The pleasure is mine, it is always nice to have the chance to entertain others, even if it means divulging my personal life."

Scoffing, the rodent glanced down at the screen, tilting his head.

"Now then, we know the who, but do we know the why? Why do you perform as you do?"

"Truth be told, the main reason I perform is the thrill of the stage, and the potential meals that follow suite."

Pausing, the screen stood still as the cursor blinked past the last word noted, meals.

"By meals, do you mean the lavish feasts backstage prepared for the entertainers of theater?"

Cracking a toothy grin, the dragon couldn't help but break into a chuckle, his gut jostling in his reveled joy. A claw kneaded the pudgy midsection, tenderly caressing the gut with circular rubbing.

"Oh no, hardly. The meals backstage are generally terrible, and have a hint of plastic to them. What I mean is, the fans who end up finding themselves on the assistant side of my show."

Trailing his sentence off with a soft burp which curled the mouse's whiskers, the journalist batted the air near his nose as the acrid smell permeated the room.

"W-w-what do you mean by that? The fans in your show end up in your..." Sentence only trailing off, as his attention was caught on the dragon's stomach, a gurgle resonating from its depths.

"Well now, a magician can't reveal all his secrets, now can he?"

"You... you can't do that... they're people... its illegal..."

"Well now, once you enter my body, you're my property. And with it being illegal, they willingly allow themselves up onto my stage, or into my private backroom."

With that, the dragon motioned towards the door, tracing its frame with a clawed digit before clasping his fist. Ice formed around the door's frame, fading into the colors beneath it, appearing near invisible to anyone else who glanced at it.

Panic swept over the mouse, his survival instincts setting off alarms in his head about the whole situation.

"W-well thank you for the interview... I think I have enough material..." Quickly closing his laptop, the nervous journalist stood up, body trembling as he took a bow, before turning towards the now sealed door. Reaching towards the door with a sigh, attempting to turn the knob proved futile. Jiggling, pulling, pushing. Nothing seemed to work at budging the escape route.

"I said I'd give you an in-depth interview, lets not end it so early, I shall give you the full tour any journalist would jump for."

The voice sounded close, the dragon's breath swept along the mouse's neck. Shivering, turning in place, his head tilted upwards as he met the gaze of the magician looming over him. The stomach hung in front of his face, the sounds now much more audible, a low, muffled voice could be heard from the draconian pit.

"W-what's that noise!" The words carried horror, knowing full well what was confined within the beast standing before him.

"Well now, that would be a fan getting what they wanted. An up close, backstage experience with the entertainment."

Without warning, the magician reached out with his claws, grabbing the mouse before he could react. Sudden realization struck the journalist, eyes wide with disbelief as he stood within a predator's grasp.

"P-put me down, you brute!"

Squirming, kicking, and trying to break free proved pointless, the dragon's grip tight and firm. With haste, the scaled captor lifted his prize and tossed him onto the couch, landing him directly square into the indentation. Dazed from his flight, the mouse shook himself back to consciousness, only to be met again with the dragon looming above. The belly of the magician hung over him, trapping the mouse within the indent of the couch. Slowly, the dragon lowered his weight down, letting the soft flesh of his gut imprison the mouse between it and the couch.

For the mouse, his entire world was that of darkness. Panic took over, struggling against the gut bearing down on him as best he could trapped beneath the predator. Struggling grew weaker, all his energy being exhausted from throwing his weight around in this claustrophobic position, unable to catch his breath between the fabric and flesh. A new sound broke through, catching the mouse by surprise as his ears pressed to the stomach.

Moans and panting, although muffled, could be heard through the groaning of the stomach.

"W-what was that... who..."

Another lewd moan was audible, the flesh atop him writhing ever so slightly, the captive within beginning to stir.

"Do you hear him journalist? I figured your interview could use an extra source."

The flesh above jiggled, the dragon delighted in his comments as this time, a deep moan bellowed from the magician's lips.

"I do so love it when they get that second wind, pleasuring themselves, squirming and pushing out while my stomach wraps around them. Do you now understand mouse? I am no monster; they offer themselves for this experience."

Squirming beneath the quivering gut, the journalist attempted to eek his way out from under his captor. Inch by inch the mouse shimmied, reaching out a hand, trying to grasp the free air for any leverage to assist him, was only met with a claw to the wrist.

"You haven't learned yet mouseboy? The reason you're where you are, is because you wanted it, I only helped you along."

Words drizzled down from all around him, soft, gentle, wracking around in his head before settling like a rope around his emotions. Confusion, Fear.... Lust? The sensation stirred within him, deep within his core while his outer being found itself being caressed by the looming stomach. The smooth underbelly of the dragon weighed down upon him, the warmth bearing down. Moaning, groaning, and a gentle heartbeat permeated his hearing, overwhelming his other senses as it replaced his vision. Darkness and desire swirled within his head...

He snapped mentally, all the walls built by a prey's instinct crumbled. A soft pant stirred, the journalist's paws moved, one above, kneading into the rubbery underbelly of the dragon trapping him in this sensual craze, while the other squirmed in his own pants, unconsciously groping his own arousal. Tongue lolling out, burying his muzzle against the churning mass bearing down upon him, suckling at the fleshy prison working over its meal.

"Oh, I see you've finally accepted your place, little mouse..."

The dragon's words, though muffled, drizzled like honey over the journalist's subconscious. Echoing, reverberating, ringing throughout his entire being, the mouse only desired that which loomed above.

"But you'll have to come another time, my little morsel, I've got a show later tonight and I need to rest beforehand."

With that, the weight rolled from the enthralled pinned beneath the magician. Setting himself upright, standing before the mouse, the dragon moved to brush himself clean.

"You've been fun, hopefully your interview is as fun to read."

The light of the room blinded the mouse, bringing him down from his euphoric high as he moved to shield his eyes from the glare. Shaking his head, pulling himself from the couch that he had sunk into with a wet schlick... had he been sweating? Paw moving, rubbing over his back as his head turned towards the towering scaled idol now standing before him.

"Y-yeah... the interview... well..."

Words broken, stuttering, the mouse attempting to compose himself, tucking his shirt in as he now sat upright within the crevice of the couch.

"It was quite the... pleasure, Mister Ei, I'm glad you gave me your... time."

With a sigh, the stammering journalist made his way over to his laptop, settling it back into his bag and straightening up his belongings, and outfit. A claw quickly swung from behind him, taking a handful of his rear in a taught squeeze.

"Anytime, my delectable little mouse."

Squeaking, face flustered, unable to face the assailant, the journalist wiggled his hips free from that grip. With a nod, he turned towards the door, laying a paw on the handle. With a heavy sigh, he would exit without trouble, scurrying away with haste through the labyrinth of the back stage's intricacy.

"What a treat he was... I'm sure he'll be back."

The dragon cracked a devious grin, facing the exit where the mouse stood just moments prior, before turning his gaze downwards, laying a claw atop his bulging stomach.

"Now, where were we..."

The squirms, though subtle, were still prominent on his middle. The rubbery flesh adorning his middle bulged and pressed, as his prior meal stirred within. With a claw to his chin, the dragon pondered the scenario that had just played out.

"Guess it's a good thing I had this meal twisted and hypnotized, else that interview would have been a little bit more awkward..."

Shrugging, the dragon sauntered over to the couch, letting his rear sink into the depression, and rolling himself onto his back as his claws fondled his gut. A stirring in his middle caught his attention, and without warning, a thunderous belch rolled up his throat, and blasted the room. The confines of his stomach tightened now with the air released, the form of his meal now much more noticeable as he moved a claw to cover his maw, face a soft hue of red.

"Excuse me... now that would have been interesting to read about."

Chuckling, his eyelids grew heavy, the dragon nestling down against the couch, sinking further into the depression all his past meals contributed to. Claws subconsciously kneaded in little circles at his middle as it continued to work over his captive fan, their energy slowly draining, struggles now slowing, as the magician drifted off into a between show slumber.