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Soooooorry for not uploading sooner X'3 it's a long story, but i've basically been super busy with coursework, and a few personal stuff, might write an FA journal about it for anyone who cares that much, but long story short I completed this ages ago and just never got around to uploading it. Another story is well on the way soon, so stay tuned! Until then, enjoy the lewds ;3

Plaisir Stories- Belly of the Beast

DISCLAIMER: The following story contains a scene of soft, non-lethal vore. If that’s not your thing, then don’t worry, it’s only at the end. Before that is a pure sex scene, so all you non-vorers can jump off the bus early after enjoying some dragon dick >: ]

“Some people have asked me before, ‘Sulev. What do you think makes world go round? Is it money? Love? Ideals?’ I tell them no. World does not turn because of living things, or object, or even emotion.”

The Russian-Estonian voice bellowed from the Dragonite’s chest. His patron hung on every word, all too muffled to form more than a sound.

“Mmmm?”

“It is far deeper than that. I believe that truth is what makes world go round. In the teachings of Reshiram, truth is trust, and thing that makes two people co-operate. Truth needed for money, needed for love, needed for Pokémon and humans to work together in first place.”

“Mmmmphmmmm?”

“You… sound like you have something you want to say?”

“Mhmmmmph!”

Sulev, reaching down, let out the softest groan. His small Charizard, knelt oh so politely between his legs, was gripped by a set of claws and dragged slowly upwards. The sounds of slurping came from that thick draconian cock as it left the Charizard’s throat, with a few coughs, even a splutter for the poor thing to recover. Even from the sheer length of time he’d been held down, that cheeky look he gave Sulev never halted for a moment.

Sulev himself was perched on his own dragon-sized chair. There he and the Charizard sat and knelt respectively in his personal waiter bedroom.

The Dragonite often considered himself more of a curator these days. Years, he’d been at Plaisir- close to the day it was founded even. Oh, how far it had come since then. He’d often kept to himself throughout. Too much drama, too much gossip which spread around far too quickly for his liking. And he’d already experienced enough ‘adventure’ to last him several lifetimes. Rows and rows of books filled the shelves on his wall. He’d read each and every one of them. Heck, he’d written a few of them.

There he was now, a confident smile (just boarding on smug) creeping over his face. At the same time, he took a tiny sip of coffee from an equally tiny cup and saucer… well, actually it was normal sized, but compared to everything else it was comical in the way the handle was pinched between two claws.

The Charizard returned a more lustful grin, half an eye unable to keep itself from Sulev’s grand length: With just the right combination of base ridges, shaft curving upwards from the base, it spurted another generous ball of precum once the tapered tip was free to the open air. The lower dragon spoke with a grainier voice, but in the way that made him seem otherwise more childish and playful.

“Heh, nice philosophy… but that doesn’t actually have anything to do with my question, does it?” He lent forwards, chest pressed up against that drooling length. “What’s the strangest thing a customer’s ever asked of you?”

“My dear Lance, truth has everything to do with that question.”

“Yeah?” Lance beamed another grin, tempting out more ‘truth’ from Sulev with a long, drawn-out lick up the base of his shaft; each ridge was a new layer his tongue explored, and a new, low groan elicited from Sulev.

“For- mmmmh- it was truth that made customer open up to me, truth that made me one of the candidates for her kink, for truth forms trust. And it was her sense of truth and forward nature that made me interested at all.”

“Right, so the kink needs trust? I’m pretty sure that applies to basically aaaall of the fucking-”

“Language.” Sulev suddenly interjected, with a hard push to temporarily muffle Lance again with a pulsating shaft, before continuing.

“True, it does. But this kink required trust on whole new level. Certainly, on the side of the strange, the extreme, yet… uniquely alluring.”

His set of soft scales stroked down Lance’s head, before a heavy push from his paw sent them all too eagerly further down Sulev’s cock. The smaller, though still rather bulky length of the red one hung between his legs on the floor, trailing its own pre, Lance stroked himself nice and slowly.

“If you are good Charizard, then… perhaps I share more details, yes?”

“Mmmmphmmmm!” In response, Lance took over, diving further downwards beyond the push of those claws.

“Mmmmph… that is more like it… now…” He took another well-timed sip of that tiny mug.

*

“The afternoon shift, about Four-PM. I had just settled myself down for work day. Morning shift is frequently understaffed, and I only need four hours of sleep per day. They appreciate my precision and heavy lifting. Jack was kind enough to give me afternoon shift off as thank you. I was at my desk on my typewriter, hammering away at letter to dear distant friend when she first arrived…”

“Kelpsy Kracker, four fruits, four ice cubes.”

Now there was a true lady. Business suit and everything. She was proper, precise, and perfectly positioned on her stool. Jack, who had answered her call, noticed the way she walked the moment she’d come in. Black shoes, black trousers, black suit jacket, atop a collarless white shirt, wearing white socks, and who could miss that white lab coat, flowing behind her, gleaming as a sterile beacon of professionalism.

A pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses lay in front of her dark eyes, a gargantuan tangle of golden hair tied up in an elegant, messy high bun behind her. Every motion she made was sturdy and deliberate, from the way she slipped a creaseless ten-dollar bill across the table, to the glance she passed the Typhlosion dropping the four Kelpsy berries through the blender. Focused, reserved, yet polite, even friendly. Her disarming smile didn’t throw off her professional look for one moment, instead rounding it all back together as someone of eloquent status.

Of course, Jack was wise to all sorts who came through Plaisir’s doors. Adding Tequila to the Kelpsy puree, followed by a few trickles of tonic water, he slid the glass back across the bar. The tall glass, as ordered, had precisely four large ice cubes peering through the surface of the cocktail, alongside a straw, and a cocktail umbrella, both as cerulean as the drink they laid in.

“What brings a fine lady like you to my establishment, then?”

“Business.” She took the glass, sipping through that straw for exactly four seconds, before placing it down again. She shot Jack another look, her smile getting the slightest bit more confident.

“And pleasure.”

“Here’s hoping I can offer both in time.” Jack, folding his arms slightly, watched as the lady gave a single nod.

“Well, your cocktails are a delight, so that’s at least a good start.” She reached into the top pocket of her lab coat, pulling out a small slip of paper. It was sized by the golden ratio, and golden lettering, atop a right-angled black-white pattern.

Jubilee Esmeralda Maple, PhD.

Professor of Pokémon Research, MIT.

“Maple. Jubilee Maple, PhD. I am here on a research trip.”

“Professor Maple, huh?” analysing the business card, Jack cocked his head in slight curiosity, matched only by a cockier grin as confident as his new customer. “Name’s Jack. Welcome to Café Plaisir. Whatever you need, I hope we can provide.”

“We shall certainly see, won’t we?” Smile curving upwards just a little more, she took in another sip, tilting her glass forwards as the cocktail gushed through the straw. “I am a woman of very… specific tastes. Tastes that no establishment have yet been able to tend to.”

“Hang on a minute!”

*

Lance, suddenly yanking his head back upwards, let out another slight cough, tongue lolled out before he continued, lapping that tip between his words.

“You said you were in your room, how’d you know any of this even happened?!”

Sulev, caught off-guard, scratched under his chin for a moment. A slightly sheepish chuckle preceded his response.

“You know… anecdotes from Jack, and The Professor… and a bit of… how you say… artistic licence? Now shush, I will tell story only as long as you are returning favour.”

With a slight huff, the Charizard was back down again, starting up those heavy slurpings once more. Lance made quite the noise with that wide muzzle of his. Though what he lacked in size advantage, he seemed to more than make up for in both eagerness, and experience. It was enough to allow Sulev to recline back into his chair for another sip of his tea.

“Now… where was I…”

*

“Oh yeah?” Jack’s grin widened alongside the smirk of Jubilee, as the Typhlosion added his latest note to the cash register. Someone else was already ordering another drink, but he couldn’t help maintaining the conversation as he poured out another beer for a goggled male human.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find here at Plaisir we cater to tastes beyond even what other similar establishments offer. Ain’t no judging in these walls. Only pleasure.”

“Wonderful to hear, just wonderful.” She drew more of the bitter cocktail into her, eyes closing for four seconds. They opened. “Show me your waiter menu, if you would be so kind.”

“Of course, ma’am.” After pouring, Jack took out a cased pad from under the counter. It was a nifty gadget, many of which were also situated in the more expensive guest rooms of Café Plaisir. All of which showed a comprehensive list of waiters, with even search engines to cater to species, elemental type, and of course, kinks.

Jubilee Maple, using her free hand to delicately pull back one of her hanging tresses, opened up the search engine. She took in a slow breath. Four letters were imprinted.

Nothing.

Headed back into the database, Maple took a more lateral approach… she could at least filter it down… ‘Males’… ‘Dominant’… ‘Heavily Fetishistic’…

A few names scrolled by in alphabetical descent… Damel, Dozi, Lazarus, Ravage all seemingly such fine specimens. Alas, one factor or another meant that she just had to keep looking… someone with the right build… the right description…

And there it was.

WAITER NAME: Sulev SEX: Male SPECIES: Dragonite

KINKS: “Will cater to absolutely any non-lethal kink desired by the customer, for as long as I am the dominant and the top.”

His picture also seemed promising… his description even moreso… at the very least, that Dragonite just had to be the most dashingly handsome Dragonite she’d ever seen before in her entire life!

“Okay, but you can’t seeeeriously know she was thinking that when she saw your profile picture.”

“Shush, I am the one telling story!”

“Jack, was it?” Maple glanced up from her pad, placing it perfectly perpendicular to the bar, four inches from her glass, which she picked up soon after. “This, Sulev. Is he open-minded?”

“Open-minded?” Jack, folding his arms, leant back against the back of the bar.

“Hard to say, really. Hardly ever leaves his bedroom outside his shifts, can’t say I see or hear much of him.” He breathed in for a moment. “Buuuut, from what I’ve seen, yeh he’s a’ight.”

Maple slowly dragged with smooth nails the rest of her hair behind her, the tresses either side of her immediately falling forwards again as she leaned in for another four-second sip of her cocktail.

“In that case, tell Sulev to expect me in four hours.”

* * *

Dear Endrik,

I do so regret not being able to get back to you as of late. Have you been well? Been getting back on your feet? Successful I was, at that new food location you sent me in the mail. In recent times, it has been most delicious, and a good variant on my usual diet. Avoiding easy-to-catch American foods has been a challenge, as I’m sure you can imagine. The reason I have not been writing in some time, however, is because I’ve been doing very well here at Plaisir! Remaining time after shifts has often been devoted to making the occasional friend. Agents of both lust and chaos, for sure. And more than a handful at times, but more than worth the joy they bring to me, and I to others. Will I expect more food opportunities from you in future? Continue sending them if you can. Monitoring my diet is most important, after all! The foods of our home are always-

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock!

Sulev glanced up from his typewriter. Like his tea set (which he almost exclusively used for coffee), and a few other ancient amenities from home, it was far too small for him, but he got by using his claws. He’d gotten really rather good at it, actually. He supposed his letter would have to wait.

By now, the ceiling light had been shut off in favour of an old halogen lamp on his writing desk, leaving the whole room dimly-lit, a perfectly orange warm-evening glow. Being a basement with no windows, it was as good as it got.

Trudging past various rope-hanging cuts of cured meats and sausages in the kitchen area of his waiter bedroom, Sulev took himself away from his writing to peer through a spyhole he’d fitted to the top of his door not long after arrival.

A grinning female stood there, rather perky as far as Sulev was concerned: Sturdy black glasses, cheap suit, tied up hair. The lab coat was an interesting touch. He could already see the slight flush on her cheeks… it was probably his customer, Jack did mention she’d be visiting him directly.

Interesting nonetheless- besides the blush, her grin radiated an aura of self-assured confidence second only to his own.

Of course, then he opened the door. Making first eye-contact, he could see her falter for a second and step back, before quickly re-asserting herself in front of him. To Maple’s credit, she was fairly tall for human standards, but there was still a good half metre difference between them, at close proximity forcing her head to crane upwards.

Her face turned redder, and he could just about pick up her heartbeat. It had gotten rather rapid. Even still, she carried her posture perfectly, and spoke out with the sort of bluntness one would give when making one of those fancy board-meeting propositions to one’s executives.

“You’re Sulev, yes? Good. I am Professor Jubilee Maple. Here for pleasure.”

Sulev, opening the door for her fully, took a purposefully heavy step to one side. Humans were often rather put off by his size- many of his customers were frequently the more adventurous of Pokémon. Thus, he returned his own grin- the semi-predatory sort which many of his more submissive customers often got a kick out of.

“Oh, I am sure it will be pleasure. Come in.”

As she entered the room, passing right by his gut, Sulev could just barely hear a very faint noise which rose in the back of her throat, which became immediately suppressed by a hasty cough.

“Ahem… yes. Indeed.”

Shutting the door again behind her, Sulev silently admitted to himself that her bravado was rather impressive. Not just in the way she spoke, but the way she carried herself; She took complete ownership of the space, smile authoritative, the closest one could get to a sly grin without fully reaching the definition.

Aura sense was not something which came naturally to most Pokémon. But anyone, even humans, could train themselves in it with enough time and patience. In the case of Sulev, it was all too easy to tell from a distance when someone was using a façade to mask one’s nervousness. Strangely enough, he wasn’t able to tell either way with Maple. In fact, he could scarcely sense any aura from her at all.

“Professor Maple, hmmmm? I have to say, you are most interesting asking to meet me in my personal bedroom, instead of guest bedroom. Not that I have problem with this.” Another heavy step brought him into the middle of the kitchen area, facing her head on as she stood dead centre in the entire bedroom.

“Hmmmm… you’re Russian, as well.”

“Estonian.” Sulev replied, a large, rounded muzzle dipping downwards to maintain that eye-contact. “And you are from Northern Eastern America, judging by regional dialect.”

“Massachusetts.” She replied, with a slight nod.

“Hmmmm.” Sulev turned his attention away again, to the curiosity of Maple.

He opened up a small bullet-shaped device in the corner of the kitchen to fill with coffee beans. Retrieved from the cupboard, the beans were poured from an old jar, labelled in his own native language. The contrastingly modern, sleek black spice blender whirred to life once the cap was back on, a few strong pulses producing a soft, coarse powder.

“How do you drink coffee?”

“Black, plain. Why?”

“Aaaah, you enjoy taste of purity too?” Sulev asked as a follow-up.

“Yes.” She continued, not giving up her bluntness for a moment. “Besides the potent smell, I find the harsh bitterness and acidic sourness to be good at bringing me to attention.”

“Harsh bitterness? Acidic sourness?” Sulev’s head turned back to face her once the freshly-ground beans were carefully poured into a cast iron stove kettle. “Clearly you have yet to taste good coffee, dear Maple.”

Maple let out a faint laugh, one which very directly challenged the Dragonite’s claim, daring to move herself over to the kitchen counter.

“You’re not charging extra for this, are you?”

“Not a penny.” Sulev replied, leaning back against the fridge and giving a far deeper chuckle of his own. “So, Professor. What brings you to my home?”

“I’ve come to make a rather specific request. Your waiter profile said you’d cater to any kink as long as you’re dominant, correct?”

One eyebrow slowly raised, arms folding, grin ever-widening as he looked back over her.

“If it doesn’t kill you in process, yes.”

She did nothing but stare through her lenses at Sulev’s stomach.

Dragonite were notoriously… plump. Sulev liked to think he didn’t completely fit this stereotype, slightly slimmer than most of his species, though it wasn’t saying much given how much larger he was in general. Alas, the pear-shaped frame of a Dragonite was unavoidable regardless of thinness; He’d long-since abandoned trying to lose that slight gut he had. Besides, it was all muscle anyway, so who was he to complain.

Expecting another immediate response, Sulev was hanging on Maple’s next words. She wasn’t speaking. Sulev took the initiative.

“Well, why don’t you tell me all about it, Professor.”

Maple managed to open her mouth and got as far as a brief ‘Ah-’ before it tightly shut again. For the first time since arrival, Sulev could sense the hint of nerves. Not on her aura, that was still mysteriously missing, but he didn’t need to sense her to tell she had gotten unsure. Things were getting interesting.

The kettle whistled.

Sulev’s attention turned back to the mugs, he could hear the outlet of air from his human patron: Relief as sharp as the outlet of steam from the kettle’s nozzle. The scent, which now slowly filled the air was the hot water meeting fresh grounds. It was sweet and aromatic- the sort of rich, enveloping smell which took you back to a pre-industrial world of fire-crackling logs and regal oil lamps, with just a hint of dark cocoa.

“Of course, if you would rather sit here and drink coffee through night, then I will not object. I’ll even charge you half price for time, heheheh.”

“No!” Maple suddenly burst out!

They both shared a moment of tense silence. Maple followed with a half-croak at the back of her throat.

Standing to attention again, re-adjusting her glasses up her nose, she forced herself to continue. “I mean… Of course not, Sulev.” She made another forced smirk. “Naturally, I was simply waiting for a taste of the coffee first.”

“Naturally...” Sulev laughed again, disarming and friendly as it usually was, a voice box like a double bass, booming at the lowest possible frequencies, yet carried with it a sense of refined elegance with its raw force.

As the artisan brew was passed forth, they both shared an obligatory dip of the head, both silently trying to one-up each other in confidence. It wasn’t hard to say who won, any passerby would have certainly witnessed that sharp gaze of Maple’s dropping not a second after she’d gotten it back.

Supple sweetness, exotic, enriching and all-consuming. Bitter? Of course. But certainly not sour: The bitterness was refined, blending with the other aromatic sensations in harmonic balance. Maple took in another gulp, nearly choking on the temperature, something to which the Dragonite was immune as he drank with her.

“Ack… Hahhhh… still too hot…” Eyes on the verge of watering, she set down the mug. “Though, consider me swayed on the flavour.”

“It is good, yes?” He chuckled again, standing up straight and arching backwards to crack a few bones up his spine in relief. This had been quite entertaining, and of course a good cup of coffee was its own reward. But foreplay was still not one of Sulev’s strong suits.

Finally making a movement from the kitchen, he offered out his hand to Maple to make their way towards the bedroom. Rather, he less offered it than more boldly gripped her wrist, pausing for a moment to gauge her reaction, which was nothing but content, before leading her over towards his grand bed.

“You can let cup cool whilst you think about how you want to make request to me.”

Sulev, with yet another foothold to gain the upper ground, sat the Professor down on that bed. King-sized, it was. Or at least for Maple it was. For Sulev, it was just about a double bed. Regal maroon sheets of Chinese silk velvet draped a memory-foam mattress, with a dark, ebony wood frame so bold that it was very much the bed of kings.

“And exactly how do you keep those expensive sheets clean?”

“…Closely kept secret. Do not read into it too much.”

A miracle of geometry it was, that the bed fit so snugly in his waiter bedroom with room to spare- an even greater miracle that he was able to convince HR to order one in. It had come out of his own funds, so who was anyone to complain; Sulev would much sooner take on the laws of geometry themself than the HR department…

“Please, take all the time you need to tell me.” He said, finally letting her wrist go again. With a slight creak, his hefty torso sank into the mattress, lying up more casually at the head end of the bed. Cup handle neatly pinched between two claws, he took in a deeper, pleasant gulp. To his initial surprise, this very much caught Maple’s attention. Her hand visibly shook. Sulev’s general curiosity was beginning to reach its peak at this point.

With a free hand, Maple was slowly setting about removing the singular bobble which held all her hair up. As it came off, built that way from the beginning, the golden tangle lifted its veil to a wash of locks which flowed downwards without a single hair out of place down her shoulders. It was almost immediately afterwards that her glasses came off, her eyelids squinting for a just a few seconds, adjusting, as her hand found a place to set the crystalline lenses down.

Sitting at the foot-end of the bed, Maple had dropped the rest of her façade, and Sulev could finally see a nervous aura. The Dragonite stared at her now, those eyes once intense behind her glasses frame now soft, bordering on timid. Her hands were fumbling about with each other in front of her stomach. In just a few moments flat, that long lab coat she wore looked just a little bit too big for her.

Sure enough, it was the next thing removed, set down neatly-folded on the carpet beside the bed, followed closely by the polished shoes, the soft socks. Nothing but those cheap trousers and buttoned shirt remained on her now, even this seeming out of place under the looming shadow of her faded confidence.

Maple’s heart was racing, Sulev could hear it all the more now, even the average Pokémon might have picked it up. Her look was now a mixture of uncertainty and intensity, the sort of struggle which lead Sulev to believe her next words to be months, no, years in the making.

She took in a deep breath.

“I want you to eat me.”

The two of them shared a four-second silence. The Dragonite mentally flicked through all the possible meanings, parting his jaws slightly to ask an interrupted question.

“How do-”

“I want you…” She breathed in again. “To rip my clothes off… and then have your way with me… and then swallow me whole.”

“Swallow you whole…” Sulev said as a half-question, with the other half being devoted to trying to comprehend the request. For the first time that evening, his own confidence, while not knocked, was put on hold.

“You do realise that being in my stomach would surely-”

“Let me out before anything bad happens.”

They were both silent again. Sulev had received strange requests before. Tying someone up, or using someone as a footstool, simply latex-binding a whole body, ball gag and all, then keeping them under the kitchen sink for half an hour whilst he continued about his business. This, however, was very different.

His thought processes went as quick as they could to avoid giving across a false response to his customer. Naturally, he was above judging her based on desire. Whilst he wasn’t going to pretend to understand why being eaten appealed to her so much, something about the request, if nothing else, made him curious.

Besides… he had a reputation to uphold. Any non-lethal kink.

“And I do it until or unless I hear safe-word?”

“Bamboozled.” She stated. “That’s my safe-word. I want to be bulging out of you. And, you know… before that… you out of me.”

Well, that at the very least was a more common request.

Sulev placed down his coffee.

He’d made a few immediate deductions now, as he slowly lifted himself from the lying-down position. Like with various other customers, a fascination with the stereotypical ‘big bad dragon’ had been more than likely the reason Maple chose him. By now he’d gotten in more than enough practice to put on a rather cold sneer, far in contrast to the softness Maple had so far been receiving. It had her taken back once more. Or perhaps she was herself only playing the part of the timid victim?

Sulev concluded it to be about fifty-fifty, and played along.

“So, what brings a little lady like yourself into my den?”

In either case, his advancement was forward-facing, that sneer getting a little bigger: a wide grin purposely showing off rows of teeth as his eyes became somewhat of a glare. He hoped Maple had chosen all her words very literally… in her new look, those suit shirt and trousers looked nothing but out-of-place, and cheaper than a back-alley whore. Upon a lady so refined and beautiful, they simply had to be put out of their misery.

So it was that Sulev lunged forwards, with Maple given just barely enough time to brace before those same draconian claws sank through the fabric covering her forearm, her whole torso promptly yanked up against his own. It was with another sudden set of claws on her back that he gripped the back of her shirt, ripping into fabric once again, this time running slowly down her back. His strength made it no more difficult to tear than tissue paper.

“Ahhhh! L-Let me go! I… I got lost, I didn’t mean to enter your home…”

Maple, on the other hand, was a completely different person than the one who’d come in just a few minutes ago; pushing back against his grip, her torso jerked side to side in a sudden attempt to break free of his advancements. Sulev felt those struggles lead to a very deliberate shove backwards, as Maple grazed her own back on his clawed grip, not enough to bleed, but certainly enough to leave stinging red lines going down her back.

She jerked around again, this time letting out the smallest cry, eyes back to softness as they stared upwards, pleading they were, yet feeble compared to the grip Sulev had around her. The sounds of that cheap suit ripping sent nothing but joyous tingles down the Dragonite’s spine.

“Wh… What are you doing, dragon?! Let me g-AAAGH!” Some feigned pleading was interrupted by the immediate yanking of his claws. That sound of ripping fabric skyrocketed as that shirt was suddenly torn clean from her body. It was powerful enough that everything save a single sleeve was immediately reduced to shreds, with the sleeve soon after slipping off after her.

Sulev wasn’t able to tell if they were also cheap or not, but the bra she’d been keeping on underneath had gotten tattered in the process also. Her slight scream was more than genuine in the shock value, but was thankfully not one of distress or dissatisfaction.

A low, unearthly growl was coming up from Sulev’s chest, as the bare features of her torso were taken in. The usual human array: nothing particularly noteworthy with her shape, except perhaps an above-average bust, which was now freed from what was almost certainly a bra designed to cover up her size. Custom made? It hardly mattered now.

Maple gazed up to a looming silhouette. Sulev’s head eclipsed the room’s only light source, making the sharper of his features more pronounced, namely the spike on his head, the steely glare, and the even steelier grin. It was impossible to see beyond the dragon, the height difference being abused to its fullest, with Sulev making the gamble that pressing her right up against his stomach would have a positive effect.

It paid off. The professor had a sort of scowl about her, but not the unhappy sort, the type of face one made in a heightened state of sensitivity, as her back received continual surface scratches, hanging right on that line between stinging and tingling.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” He spoke with an equally unearthly tone, as deep as he could talk without straining himself.

From there, Maple found it most difficult to keep up the act of defiance, her struggles reduced to the occasional gentle push. The paralyzing stare Sulev was giving her could only be described as the perfect predatory grin, callous by design, and all too fitting as she felt the Dragonite’s tail tip worm its way down the back of her trousers.

It took more tugs than he’d initially counted on, but with Maple subtly readjusting herself for convenience’s sake, trousers and underwear alike were being hoisted downwards. He would have liked to draw it out a little longer, perhaps rip up those panties whilst he was at it, but the two creatures were locked together now. For all the heat Sulev radiated, Maple was arguably even more feral in the way she stared back upwards, openly encouraging that tail to swipe away the rest of her clothing.

Only once Sulev saw the rest of her did he manage to get a full intake of how she presented her body. Good, rounded hips, with just enough padding behind her for squeezable comfort. There was not a roll of fat out of place, nor a spot or blemish to be found. Perhaps a little on the pale side, but it was the sort of body you saw in the photoshopped images, a clear sign of excruciating care taken in her body image.

Likewise, the soft scales of the dragon had not a single rough edge to them. He’s discovered the hard way that scale-polish wasn’t nearly as popular in the west, but having some imported from home every month or so was always a nice treat. It paid off here, especially as the pouched slit down below neatly parted, giving way to the first of a deep, dark red shaft.

It had a presence all of its own, perhaps a small one at first, but Sulev could only sense her aura turning for the better as the Dragonite took a soft, but secure grip on Maple’s wrist to move it over the bottom of his length. He allowed her fingertips to explore his ridges, each one more pronounced than the last as the Professor worked alongside him. As expected, each gentle stroke tempted more of him out, growing in length before stiffness, relatively straight at first, perhaps bending upwards at the end.

Maple was simply taking in the sight of it, fixated this time on the slow, constant rate of growth she was inducing, as well as each movement of her hand. It was precise down to the millimetre to apply small amounts of stroking pressure to Sulev’s most sensitive areas.

“If I do this.. you’ll… you’ll let me go, right?” She tried again in her timidness, now a blend of the little act they both had on and genuine nerves on her part. Still, her hands spoke of a very different tale. Experience with dicks was the norm in most cases (he could count on one hand the number of people who had wanted a dragon-sized cock to be their first time), though experience with ridges was a tad more of a refined quality, one which didn’t go unappreciated.

“Oh of coooourse, dear Maple…” He had to admit, whilst her acting was somewhat on the cheap side, there was certainly some fun to be had with exploring a new fetish. Sure, this would end with her in his stomach, but he had far more planned before then. For starters, Sulev only darkened Maple’s world further by leaning in closer, those jaws parting again in the hopes of getting another response out of her. This time, sliding over his bottom teeth came a long, thick tongue, which trailed with new perversion from her chest, right up across the right side of her neck, and across the respective cheek.

“Though exactly what state I let you go in will be more up in the air.” This, combined with the lick, practically made her melt around him, barely needing to hold onto her wrist as it slid up and down the base of his cock, finally now almost at full size and finally starting to grow stiff.

By now, both her hands held him, halfway down, with both needing to knead together to make it all the way to the girth of his base, and then up again in a steady rhythm. Sulev responded with a purposeful twitch, the whole thing jumping upwards in a curve, the faint smell finally coming through- the scent of hot precum forming at his pointed tip.

Maple, once she had got a good pattern of stroking going, passed her look back up to the Dragonite, silently awaiting his approval. Still bearing that distant grin, a nod and another smaller lick was all she needed to stroke a little faster. Moving all the way up nice and slowly, the motions milked more to be spread back downwards with her palms. There wasn’t nearly enough to get him completely slick, but it was definitely enough to glaze the first half of his shaft, leaving the smooth, stiff flesh with a shimmering finish.

All of his ridges, four in total, with the base of his head making for a pseudo-fifth, were now on proud display, slightly flared as he reached full hardness. Maple was a mask upon a mask at this point, nervousness lying beneath a fiery excitement, which itself was covered by her act of fear, soft noises complementing the way she carried on stroking.

With both paws freed up, Sulev started on the Professor’s sides, a grip on each hip running more claw marks into her once-perfect skin complexion. The path of his grazing ran down her thighs, eliciting a brighter cry from the human. From there, at her lower legs, Sulev gained a sharp grip on both, gradually leading each one some way around his waist. There was little need to hide his intent to reveal her crotch, which was now on a far fuller display- full in every sense of the word as it had already gained a glaze of its own.

On the verge of falling backwards, Maple resolved to letting go of his cock in favour of holding onto Sulev’s shoulders. Hoisting herself back, Sulev took that opportunity to give a bit of a bounding pull, shifting her face up to meet his own. Both their eyes locked for a moment, Maple’s carrying a certain glint to it which carried her mind through a dreamlike state. Sulev’s eyes remained sharpened, a hard stare like two rapiers piercing Maple’s mind.

It was becoming far more difficult for Maple to keep up the act of unwanting, as she let herself slump against the Dragonite. She was held right up against that stomach, which gurgled again in the processing of his coffee. It sent a few ripples down his belly, shivers up Maples spine, coming out as a needier whine, making her hips gently press themselves downwards.

Her soft lips met that draconic tip not a moment afterwards, precum merging with her own juices; with not a moment’s hesitation, Maple started a slow, circular grinding motion. Sulev was graced with a wave of body heat which rose from his partner’s chest. The comfort of that bust was a welcome reflection of his own squishiness, allowing him to lean back against the bed’s end and push himself back against that grinding.

Maple’s flesh felt warmer still, and softer. More than that, it felt very well-trained. Or perhaps well-used was a more correct term. Either way, it didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the insertion of his head, allowing the first pseudo-ridge to snugly secure itself beyond her entrance. She squeezed the smallest amount, more of a massage than anything else.

By Aura, Sulev could sense Maple’s bravado making a return. With a firmer hold on her waiter’s shoulders, she began pushing down. The increase in girth at each ridge was something of a challenge for most, people and Pokémon alike, who weren’t used to it. And while it took a few slow, squeezing attempts, the first main ridge went down without even a hitch. Her grin wasn’t back, far from it, her open lips still spoke only in sounds of pleasure. Her gaze, however, had become far more intense.

Well by Arceus, he wasn’t going to be out-done now they had begun! Sliding up the bed, Sulev was able to reassert his sat-up position. His cock twitched and pulsated again, this time inside her. The slight shift upon her innards made her waver, but only strengthened the urge coming through her. Those slick walls did nothing but encourage him deeper.

“Well, well, somebody wants to forego foreplay, hmmmm?” He asked with a more soft, airy tone as a rumbling in his chest came up as a deep, pleasured groan.

“Thought I could… put on a bit of roleplay, but no.” Her own tone hardened. “I want more…”

“Happy to provide.” A more assured chuckle was followed by Sulev’s sneering, predatory grin returning. His claws sunk in again, much harder this time. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to leave a far deeper set of lines as he drew his paws gradually up the back of his customer’s legs.

Finally gaining the upper hand back, Maple’s expression broke, her hold on his shoulders softening as her pitch soared to a more undignified squeal. A clear sign of pain, Sulev kept close watch of her expression, as well as her movements.

Whether she enjoyed it or not seemed irrelevant after the fact, as Maple did everything she could to keep her squealing under wraps, urging herself not to give in. Her gaze hardened some more, with a stiff grin which only got more cocky as Sulev’s claws reached those hips again, this time locking in.

“W… Well… don’t keep a lady waiting, Sulev…” She pressed forwards with her chest, downwards once more with her lower half, not daring to show another sign of strain against the dragon. She’d come way too far to show weakness now. Although her bravado couldn’t come off nearly as strong with the way she looked now, softened eyes, waving hair, claws buried into her, Sulev concluded it was simply a matter of pushing her.

And push her, he did. Right downwards, seeing how far he could twist her will as the second main ridge squeezed itself upwards. The progress halted moments before it popped into her, as Maple once again forced herself to relax. It did nothing to stop her from giving a far tighter squeeze around him now he was halfway in.

The distance between each ridge got progressively longer the further down one got- wider too, with naught but the Professor’s practice and determination driving her hips along. The familiar ache pulsating upwards bore the epicentre of an equally familiar abdominal bulge. Her gaze now had turned to a momentary disbelief, followed by masochistic ecstasy as she clenched her teeth, managing but a half-grin.

She shifted again, instinct wanting her feet to press into the bed to lift herself away from the increasing girth, but Sulev himself was enjoying seeing her willpower tested far too much to give her breathing room now.

“J-Just-GAH!” Was all Maple managed to say before another powerful yank. The tensile limit of those warm walls was far from seen, although he had to really dig down into his strength to fit this time. Another first for that evening was the non-deliberate snarl blowing from the Dragonite’s snout, sending another rippling tingle down Maple’s spine. The third ridge pushed past her with a far more strenuous heave, making that bulge all the more prominent. It was bad enough that Sulev was as large as he was, but the fact his cock curved slightly upwards was putting far more of a press on her innards than she’d bargained for. And, unlike the toys she had presumably practiced on, this thing was far less flexible.

“‘Just’ what, girl?” Sulev gripped harder, leaning down for another slow, perverse lick right up her front. It went about as well as last time, raising the pitch and volume of her now unhindered squeals. She stared back up, seeming almost betrayed by the dominance Sulev was giving her, as if ultimate control was never expected to fall out of her hands.

Of course, she was paying, and she had a safe-word. But to say she was the one in control here was becoming less and less believable.

With a shred of mercy, just as that heavy tongue flicked against the human’s neck, her hips were being slowly lifted upwards again. Right up to the head, the previously covered parts of his cock were now wonderfully lustrous in the lamp-light, and the walls of that pussy squeezed shut as far as it could. As Maple’s expression turned back to a small cry of relief, one of her hands pressed gently into her belly, where her bulge had just been.

“You ask for more, yes?” Sulev spoke slowly this time. Partially to make sure Maple could still hear him okay, partially for intimidation as his growls part-way mixed with his normal voice. In both cases, it worked perfectly, with Maple staring downwards to her slightly shaking legs, before back up. She had that familiar vacant stare about her, one which responded not with words, but with her hips again. Her walls easily loosened up, rubbing gently over that first main ridge, which itself carried all the sensitivities of the underside of Sulev’s head.

“Don’t stop...” In her breathier voice, Maple teased it repeatedly. She cringed slightly as one of the claws tensed up, being the first thing to pierce her skin, albeit with little to no blood drawn. Sulev had to suppress a booming roar as those hips came slamming back downwards, the wet, slick noise heard just before Maple’s desperate squeals.

Egged on by the sounds of his cock, and the outwards impression showing at the human’s belly, Sulev lifted Maples hips and, to a lesser extent, her whole body. Upwards, supported now only by his hold, Maple was shoved down once more, three main sounds of snarling, slick sliding, and soft squealing ringing through the room.

Maple had loosened up properly now. It was more than sufficient for Sulev’s shaft, however, as she squeezed just enough times past those ridges to have him buck his own hips upwards. The power behind this was a blunt force that bounced Maple upwards all by itself. Even sat up, her crotch became the victim of more rhythmic thrusting, allowing his arms to go loose, the bouncing motion put on her lower half enough to keep that fucking in perpetual penetration.

The bulge in her stomach was moving very clearly up and down now, that tip feeling itself rubbing against her squishy inner flesh; such a divine texture, it was- like a warm water balloon wrapped around his member. It was enough that Sulev began snarling above Maple’s pleasured cries, no less with an addition to his movements, pushing Maple back down again. Naturally, it caused the more rhythmic comfort of the bouncing to be thrown off by forcing her down against his motions, and evermore naturally made Maple cry out again.

It was here Sulev felt the first real sign of internal resistance. Close to his final base ridge, the dragon felt her walls begin to stretch in spite of being almost fully relaxed. Natural lubricant was helping, but it wasn’t nearly enough as it stood. Checking her expressions, Maple seemed like she was in bliss, in no small part from that bulge now going out a good few inches from where her belly would have otherwise been.

Being able to finish in her was unquestionable. But being able to get all of himself inside her was looking far less likely, especially as he felt that tip pressing up against a firmer ring of flesh at the top of her cunt.

Each time he pushed downwards, the warm tightness only made his cock twitch more. She certainly wasn’t resisting, but he could hear how her cries got just that little bit agonized every time he tried for his final ridge. He held back. Safe-words were one thing, but he’d taken his fair share of submissives who’d refused to use the safeword, only to badly regret it seconds later.

Her motions had gotten slack. With a large portion of his customers leaning towards the male variety, he’d found it difficult to tell when she’d orgasmed. The juices slowly trickling down the base of his cock were at least enough of a tell that it had happened a good few times. He had little time to give it more consideration, as his body felt like it was roasting. That dragon-type aura, ancient and mystical by nature, enshrouded the room across the astral plane.

Maple herself cried out again, this time unhinged and shamelessly undignified. Far more the animal than Sulev had ever been that evening, she suddenly took power back from Sulev’s claws, shoving her own hips downwards against that final ridge, causing her, at least for a moment, to full-on scream in pain. It even snapped Sulev back to attention, trying to hide a look of concern as to not break the mood, but keeping out a sharp eye for signs of overexertion.

She just kept going. Down, and down again, what little strength she had on her was devoted to squeezing, squishing and forcing herself down over that final ridge. Her face had scrunched up and softened, over and over again, channelling a ferocious willpower from within her own aura. It was dwarfed by Sulev’s- but it shone as golden as her hair within.

By now, Sulev’s roasting core was rushing down to his abdomen: numb, wavering sensations of temptation that overdrove his urges, signalling a primed cock, ready to burst. Some more heavy twitching confirmed it to Maple as well, now more desperate than ever to take that final ridge before Sulev tipped into orgasm.

This vigour was something Sulev was far less used to in a bedroom setting. ‘Power bottoming’ wasn’t something he was entirely alien to, but far fewer of his audience ever considered it with his size. Here she was though, groaning, cringing, probably even forming the smallest tear, now less than a centimetre from going past the threshold. The first sensations at the base of his lowest ridge, the most untouched by holes, the most sensitive, was starting to receive faint stimulation.

“GAAAAH!” “RAAAAGH!”

The two of them cried and roared out at the same time, almost making it hard to tell who was one the crying and who was the one roaring, as a final shove sent Maple’s hips pile-driving into a far more numb Sulev. The warmth of her lips kissed his crotch.

The way Sulev’s shaft now twitched was more of a stark leap, visible as Maple’s belly got pulled outwards a small way. The head, the base, and each of the four ridges flared up as a forceful jet of heavy cum was felt by that human, quickly being pumped upwards, downwards, and more importantly, outwards. Whilst a small bit could leak from her slit, a worrying majority was being forced up in the other direction.

Her womb felt warm, then hot, then heavy. The bulge of Sulev’s tip, whilst still visible, was overtaken by her upper belly swelling outwards a small way. It had a more ball-shape, only growing just below her stomach, but it was quite the sight to behold. Combined with the bulge of the shaft, her entire lower front half resembled the bulging impression of a used condom.

Sulev took a few moments to recover, each slight motion making his legs feel somewhat weak as overstimulation began to settle in, causing the odd twitch from him, but little more. Nothing but claw marks lay on her hips now, with his arms taking a brief rest either side on the bed.

Maple, breathing far more heavily, was recovering from both the pleasure and the pain at once, neither one of them showing any sign of letting up until the last drip of seed had been squeezed out, only from there did she finally manage to shift about a small amount. Of course Sulev would twitch from this too, but as far as she was concerned they were but halfway done.

In fact, it took Sulev a minute or two to remember what she was also here for!

“Ooooh, is this where it happens?”

“Yes, little lizard. So, if you want to stop listening now, you may want to-”

“Noooo! Tell me!”

Maple dragged herself upwards across the Dragonite’s stomach, slowly letting her walls close again, with each ridge that gave a satisfying pop from her. Or at least, they closed most of the way. In truth, she’d been left really rather gaped, and drooling that seed almost as quickly as she’d been filled with it.

The wet feeling of dribbling cum brought Sulev properly back to attention, his stare soft, though fixated post-orgasm.

His recovery time was about average physically, but mentally he was doing everything he could to gather himself. After a spectacle like that, he was making it his mission to ensure that she walked away from this having felt like he was the one in charge. Luckily, he had every opportunity to do so… he just needed to save face as he figured out how he’d go about this.

It seemed like the girl was trying to climb upwards to meet his muzzle. A smart move, one that would position her very well. He probably would have done the same. Still… he needed to prove who was still in control.

Maple had gone in for a kiss, but the sudden change in expression she saw in Sulev was enough to make her hesitate. His muzzle twisted into a seething, hostile snarl. Far beyond the usual jolly roundness of a Dragonite, his glare was matched by one paw touching onto Maple’s chest, giving her but a fraction to realise what he was doing before she felt gravity flip.

In a harsh bout of acceleration, she was shoved onto her back at the foot end of the bed, hard enough that she would have bounced right back upwards were it not dampened by the constant pinning push of her predator’s paw.

The first and most obvious question was front end or back end first. The Dragon had gone with the front end. Perhaps it would have been easier to gauge her reactions otherwise, but this way she’d go down far easier. The last thing he wanted was to have this backfire and ruin his perfectly clean sheets. Well, right now they had the familiar semen stains, but that would be easily fixed soon enough.

Maple could feel the dim lamp eclipsed once again, this time by a far more looming figure. A near-silhouette, that teeth-bearing snarl of a grin was the only fully visible thing about him, save his glare.

Sulev covered more and more of her vision. A pair of sprawling wings nearly doubled the size of the shadow- granted mostly there for show, but it was good enough of a show to make Maple shrink slightly in the new sight.

With nothing beyond a tiny noise rising at the back of her throat, like the one she’d repressed first entering his room, Maple held the bed, gripped in a shiver. Of course, it could contextually be mistaken for fear, but Sulev felt her excitement.

There was a notion of conflict as Sulev remained still for a few seconds, saying nothing, simply breathing nice and slowly across the girl’s chest. It saved the moment from being awkward whilst he lowered himself. Swallowing her would be a relatively easy task, he’d hoped. But after the first question, the second one was how to begin.

Going off what was familiar, Sulev lifted his paw just in time to have both press down with all the mass of his body, into the bed. The human felt safe enough to begin wriggling again, with the two creatures more than aware of the fact that he had her held firmly in place.

His actions now were nothing except perverted indulgence, keeping that darkly amused eye contact as he licked all the way from Maple’s stomach. It ran slowly smoothly up her front, leaving another fresh trail of saliva. Each few moments, his hot breath felt all the colder on her skin from the wetness he was leaving behind. She squirmed more, though this time not even pretending to escape: merely to vent the fetishistic tingles of pleasure she was getting from the experience.

Mixed with that familiar volcanic growl, Sulev thought himself to indulge the nature of this new fetish. If nothing else for curiosity’s sake. It began with focusing on how she tasted… it was the same as any human smelled naturally. She’d clearly been smart enough to abstain from perfume before going on this little venture. It might simply have been in the moment, but… he admitted that there was a pleasantness to the taste. Perhaps more of a taste wouldn’t hurt…

-

Maple let out another blissful cry, barely able to help her squirming under the weight of that dragon’s gut. That tongue felt like a tentacle, the sort of soft, wet and squishy kind that somehow made its way past all her most sensitive patches of skin before sliding up right over her face. It left his hot breaths feel a tad cooler where he’d licked, as Maple barely found the control needed to prevent herself from squealing.

Years at her desk since her teens, those four letters had tantalised her… the images, the videos… not all of them had been artwork either… had it not been for her research to distract her from her obsession, who knows where she might have tried to end up… then again, where was she now? Pinned in a burning excitement by a ferocious, hungry dragon? There seemed to be a certain inevitability to it all.

Her overstretched walls still carried that dull ache. Sulev had been bigger than anything she’d taken before in her life! Not that she called herself a size freak, but even still… her gaped vulva felt so strange to the touch, her fingers dancing over her familiar flesh. All the while that dragon was tasting her over and over again. Such a cruel tease, she thought to herself, as her gaze became obsessed with Sulev’s jaws… looking for that opening…

When it finally came, there was a sight she’d so often came too. A cavernous maw, lined with the glisten of curved teeth. In a scrupulous gawking, Maple noted how the roof of those jaws moved, squished and shimmered in the low lamplight. Same could be said for that tongue- the one that had just been tasting her up now restlessly sitting on his lower jawline, just over his teeth.

As Sulev breathed out, Maple’s first instinct was to flinch backwards, expecting the sort of bad breath one would get from a wild creature, or even a regular creature who hadn’t brushed in the past four hours. What she was greeted with? Well, it certainly wasn’t minty fresh, but it wasn’t at all bad either. In fact, it was the hot embrace of that aromatic spiced coffee, now in the form of a damp breath surrounding her.

Maple was utterly hypnotised. All the images and videos in the world were simply incapable of comparing to the real sensations of saliva and snarling jaws. However, in the moment, her heavy gaze spent less and less time looking around the jaws, and to what her penultimate goal was.

There, closing and opening, thick and drooling, was the darkened abyss of Sulev’s throat.

It was only after that same tongue had flicked upwards over her face (and her stare) that she had noticed her own head. Unconsciously, it’d glided upwards right into Sulev’s muzzle, entrapped by her own senses in the same way one would unconsciously veer towards the smell of freshly baked goods.

Brought somewhat out of her trance, Maple got a second good look at where she was headed.

She could see it, feel it, still breathing around her, edging slowly closer: That thick gullet.

There was a moment, right there and then, that she got very cold. Almost cold enough that Sulev, in an offshoot timeline, pulled back up and began obsessing over the state of her physical health. She had just barely met this person. She was in a brothel out in the middle of nowhere. She was completely restrained by his weight. She was about to be eaten.

She was about to be eaten…

No matter how many times she’d dreamed of such a prospect, the true ramifications of those words took a clutch on her mind. Who was to say if he’d truly let her back out again? Even if he was true to his word, what if something went wrong? What if he couldn’t bring her back up again? What if she came back up with ruined skin? What if-

There was another clear worry to add to her list of concerns, possibly four more in fact. Indeed, enough to bring her completely into reality, tipping into the realm of ‘I’m having second thoughts about this’. Whatever it was, it very quickly stopped mattering.

Maple, having taken in a small breath, suddenly felt her face press up against gullet flesh.

Throat lining, especially for a creature of the huge, draconic persuasion, had a saliva-slick smoothness that abolished almost all sense of friction. Any semblance of pressure which managed to overcome the sliding made little progress to change anything, as the warm walls squished deeper, and deeper, moulding and squeezing softly around whatever came into contact with it.

In this case, it was Maple’s face in contact, and it was making a very different kind of progress. With both her hips feeling gripped under the weight of Sulev, the belly of the beast pressed down even harder from the way he curled downwards.

The phrase ‘everything I dreamed it would be’ was often an exaggerated term. Perhaps, yes, one might realise a goal which fulfils a dream, or might make them as happy as their dream would make it out to be. But rarely was something absolutely everything one dreamed it to be. There and then, she told herself with absolute assuredness that this was everything she dreamed it would be.

Her neck conducted a jolt of stimulation down her spine as teeth brushed against it. Maple could just about hear the bed creaking under their weight, before she suddenly felt herself dragged upwards. The Dragonite had gulped, dragging her whole head into that gullet at once; now the only sounds she could hear were a wet squishing and the bass drum of a heartbeat.

The first thing she quickly realised was how difficult it became to breathe. She just about got by as she slid down, but air of any freshness was in scarce supply. Still, what she did breathe in, that deep, chocolatey coffee, kept her in that haze of subspace headspace.

Her fingers could just about touch her clit again, her entrance still rather open, and dribbling with far less control. Despite what it had just been put through, feeling herself being slowly gulped into that gullet was more than enough to set her crotch off.

The weight of Sulev’s belly was far less pronounced now: the further she slid into that open maw, the further she moved upwards relative to Sulev, the freer she became from his stomach. Or, well, freer from the outside of it, she thought.

Her saliva-slick chest felt a new wave of joy as that tongue went in for another round, now with far closer access she was able to feel it curl and lather itself across her breasts. Her whole body shivered again, now in a single tense twitch that caused both arms to tremble down by her sides once more.

She could see nothing. Her hearing was replaced by the faint gurgling of Sulev’s innards, with nothing to smell and taste but what was already being processed in his gut.

She tried to focus once more on dancing her fingers over her own flesh, with a failure that she was only too far gone to accept. Between the lower oxygen levels, the feeling of those throat walls now closing and gulping around her shoulders and the ever-growing sounds of what lay beyond the gullet, stringing together thoughts were becoming more of a challenge.

She decided to simply enjoy how good it felt.

Crotch still drooling, she began yielding over and phasing out more and more of her senses, focusing only on what she could feel. The hot, squishy flesh squeezed and hugged around an ever-increasing amount of her, each gulp dragging her in the same way quicksand would drag a body downwards. Oh, Arceus… it was so good… the outside world might as well not exist anymore.

In that haze, she very much began forgetting about the outside world. She hadn’t even managed to recall exactly when It happened, but Maple realised at one moment that she was now upside down. Her predator had let go of Maple’s hips, simply using gravity as an aid.

As she slowly slid further and further down, her face hit against something firmer, just for a moment. Said firmness quickly opened in response to the squeezing, as Maple was able to take in a larger lungful of air.

Good thing, too. She had managed a few merciful lungfuls before her whole head submerged.

If she wasn’t unaware before, she was certainly going more than a little delirious now: At the same time a thick tongue pressed up against her dribbling slit, her head was surrounded with something sharp and uncompromising. In the pit of stomach acids, telling which way was up turned into an impossible task, the slow squishing and gulping against the rest of her keeping Maple in limp disorientation.

She’d at least managed to keep her mouth shut as she sloshed around in there, doing her best to keep her thoughts together. The lack of air didn’t take long to catch up with her, however. Her lungs twisted, heaved for something to breathe. Maple fought to remain conscious. The instinct to open her mouth screamed underneath her haze, up until she could begin hearing her own heartbeat amongst the dragon’s.

Suddenly, as her belly emerged from that gullet, she realised she was the right way up again, head rising above the stomach acids and squished against that spongy stomach lining. Her lungs sucked in what little she could; The air was there, but the oxygen levels were still so low. The near blacking out became perpetual, with Maple descending further and further into a half-conscious state.

The stomach space no larger than a basketball might as well have been an endless void for all of Maple’s deprived senses were concerned: The more of her that was squeezed into his stomach, the more that stomach effortlessly stretched to accommodate. There was a tingle miles above where she lay, all the way at her feet. The final thing to be gulped by Sulev, there was a finality to her feelings now. Laying in that stomach, feeling it gurgle and squeeze around her, she felt like nothing but food, being slowly squeezed through those guts for breaking down…

The thought caused her crotch to twitch again. Her sex was in a numb state. Spreading across her whole body was a more corrosive tingle. The softening liquid swirled around her from the neck down, greedily enveloping more and more of Maple the more her legs sunk into that thick, slimy stomach.

With a sudden slosh, utterly limp, her feet became the final thing to slip down into where she lay. Still in blackness, her thoughts of the outside world had all but washed away… even recalling being first swallowed into that gullet was something of a foggy recollection.

Maple’s breathing got heavier, and slower… Arceus… she had never felt so relaxed… so peaceful. Even as the tingle turned into a sting, it served only to heighten what little semblance of higher thought she had left. Although in truth, she was better described as a stream of numb, passing thoughts… squishing… the stomach… her predator… she was just a meal for him now.

She didn’t think much after that. Weightless, lacking direction or most of her senses, she found herself resigning more and more to her new world, only occasionally pressing against those stomach walls to enjoy their embrace.

She was food.

-

Sulev wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he’d finally gotten her down into his stomach. He was pleasantly surprised to find himself completely devoid of nausea and discomfort, with an overwhelming fullness that could only be described as the euphoric fatigue one experienced after an ‘all-you-can-eat’ buffet.

As the last of her dropped into his stomach, he could finally draw in a huge lungful of fresh air to sigh back out in satisfaction.

One eye had a close watch of his clock, of course. A customer injury or, Arceus-forbid, a customer death would be a most unfortunate stain on his otherwise perfect track record in this establishment.

Still, as he felt the human resting in there, once he had come to terms with all the expected sensations he wasn’t feeling, he took a more focused introspection of what he was feeling.

For starters, he had that usual urge to belch out what little pockets of air she must have been breathing in there. That would almost certainly be a bad idea, however. No matter how tempting it suddenly became…

That was the most interesting part of this whole venture. Swallowing her had not only been effortless, but the feeling of her sliding down like that was all rather exciting. On one hand, his shaft had almost retreated into his slit by now. He couldn’t say this was a sexual appeal for himself. Still… the fact that his enjoyment was a non-sexual thrill might have had connotations all of themselves.

Besides, he was still in the afterglow of his orgasm… who was to say he wasn’t getting a sexual thrill from this as well?

Reading into it would do him no good for now, he mused. There were far more effective ways to take a life if he wanted to get back to that.

Sulev licked his muzzle slowly. He found himself sighing again, complemented with a satisfied grin. As he glanced down to his handiwork, his belly was a sight all of itself, bulging with the distinct shape of that human. It did look good on him…

He chuckled to himself one final time. The rest of the room was as peaceful as it had once been. He still had his letter to finish. The coffee left over was now too cool to drink. All were things he’d deal with once he’d sorted out his customer.

*

“Eventually, with a bit of heaving, out came the Professor safe and sound. She gave thanks, we spent more time and had another coffee. Quite the research she is doing. After she was dry and gone, I finish my letter, give it to Axan for delivery, and that is that.”

“You don’t say, huh?” Lance, who by now was simply laying up against one of Sulev’s drawers, hung on those final words. Naturally, he was struggling to find the right response.

“That is biggest fetish I have ever catered to.” Sulev gave a small shrug, still reclined back in his chair, a post-orgasm cock slowly shrinking back to whence it came. “Not bad story, no?”

Lance, still unsure of how to take it all, at least managed to respond with an assured shake of his head. Still. He had that look.

“Lance, my dear Charizard, you must learn to speak when something is on your mind.”

“W-Well… it’s nothing really…” He started. “It’s just… I guess I was wondering… did you ever consider… or, think about… you know…”

“What?” The Dragonite, seeing the slight curiosity and concern in the Charizard, let out one of his more booming laughs. “Did I consider leaving the professor in there to her fate?”

Lance nodded.

Sulev, in spite predicting the question, took a moment to respond after realising that there wasn’t too much of an easy way to answer said question.

“It is thin line to draw, honestly.” His Slavic tongue danced over his next words carefully. “To answer simply: Yes. In fact, even today I wonder what it would be like to consume person, to digest them.”

“But?” Lance interjected, very much hoping Sulev was leading up to a ‘but’.

“But, the guilt which would follow? It would be far too much for me. Any thrill I would gain would be grossly overshadowed by fact that I had just killed someone against their will. Not worth it at all. The thrill not overlapping with my sexual cravings helps keep that firmly in check.”

“Huh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Lance huffed for a moment, slowly rising to his feet. Their session had been done for a little while now, and he had his own duties to attend to eventually. “Great story though! We gotta do this more often.”

He did turn back to face Sulev at the door, however. Seemingly, with one final question on his mind.

“Makes me wonder though… What if someone eventually did come up to ya, actually asking to be digested for good? What’d you do then?”

Sulev went very quiet. He hadn’t counted on being asked that question. Actually, the question hadn’t even occurred to him until just then. He gave the only honest answer he felt able, his expression turned just a bit stiffer than he intended. His voice was calm, quiet.

“I do not know…”

“Huh…” Lance gave another cheeky grin again, snickering as the door swung open. “I guess it’s good that you’ll probably never meet someone like that then, isn’t it?”

Brought back to attention, the Dragonite found footing again, returning his own more reserved and polite grin. A dip of his head greeted Lance out of the door.

“Indeed...”

As the door swung shut again, Sulev was left alone in his room. He leant back into his chair.

That is a thought, isn’t it…?

Leaving someone in his stomach…

Digesting them for good…

Consuming them…

Becoming a true predator…

Feeling that panicked squirm in his belly…

All that life. All that potential. Reduced to nothing but a churned-up snack…

…His shaft twitched…