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Marcine sighs, and immediately, I felt the warmth from within her. I've placed my hand in many ladies before, but never this deep. I slipped in further, surprised that she didn't seem to be hurt by the process. Soon, I got deeper, deeper, my shoulder inside of her, my cheek kissing her pelvis. That wouldn't work quite, so I pulled myself back a bit and lowered my head. I nudged inside, and she yielded, taking me in deeper. With my head popped inside, the world around me was muffled by the warm darkness, but I could feel Marcine shift and sit up. She placed her hands upon my sides, lifting me up off of the ground, and she helped urge me along, sliding my body up inside of her.

It was a tight fit, to be sure, and I couldn't control my descent inside of her warm and tight embrace, as one hand was above me and another was below me, but she let me go inside her, and I could hear her heavy breathing as she slid me along like some kind of giant toy. Yet, I did not sense any depravity in her. This gesture was purely loving. It was purely kind. Did she actually get sexual satisfaction from this? Or, is this some other kind of satisfaction?

It wasn't long before she pressed her hands against the soles of my feet. I giggled and squirmed, but even with my moving around, she popped me in. And once fully inside of her, I felt a bit more spacious, if snug, deep inside of her. All around me, fluid rose up, covering my body, making me swim in a sloshing pool that was simultaneously nostalgic yet alien.

Once the fluid made it to my nostrils, my body reacted with a squirming panic. I was going to drown, no doubt! But, there came a voice, muffled, yet familiar. I could not hear what she was saying, but I knew from her comforting tone that Marcine was telling me not to worry.

I held my breath for the duration of what my little lungs could allow. Many trapmakers know the value of controlling one's breath in the caverns of our home. After all, poisonous gasses abound, especially when we are the ones who set them up.

But, even as I curled up inside of her womb, floating in some unbreathable fluid, something happened that I could not fathom. Something from within her slid up along my leg. I twitched and shuddered, anticipating anything. Perhaps, an insertion like so many phallic objects before? But no, this passed my slit and moved up to the center of my underbelly. It poked against my scales, piercing through me. I gasped, but there was no pain. I panicked, but there was no suffocation. Instead, I could breathe! But it wasn't through my mouth. No... the air, the nourishment, it all came from that tube, that... cord!

I often found the navels of mammals and other such creatures fascinating. These scars that are left behind from their time as a fetus became a point of arousal for many of their kind, a not-quite erogenous zone that many cultures were allowed to show off without any repercussions and the focus of many adolescent sexual attraction. But, it's original purpose was something less lewd and more wholesome. It was a direct connection to the mother. It was a way for a woman to provide for her young without even knowing their name yet. And once I felt that connection for the first time in my life, I wondered how different kobold society would be if we shared that connection to the ones who laid us? Because after that fleeting moment of realization, all of my worries drifted away. I curled up inside of Marcine's body. I wrapped my arms around my knees. I lowered my head, and I yawned, snuggling up in the suspension of liquid before I finally, and thankfully, drifted off to sleep.

There isn't much that I could remember from my time inside of Mommy Marcine. I have to cobble together my loose recollections from the story that she told me after-the-fact. But, what I can say is that I became one with her in a way I never did before. After taking me inside, Mommy Marcine rubbed her stomach and sang a soothing lullaby to the little kobold inside her great big belly. I don't know how long it was before her next shift, but by the time she returned, obviously pregnant, the regulars knew that Marcine was likely to get 'knocked up' again by her lover. Her and her mate, whom I have yet to meet, often have children together, and I'm far from the first passenger she has had. Many of the locals just chalk up her fecundity to being a dragon, as they never met another. And if they had, I'm sure they knew it wasn't polite, nor safe, to call her out on her 'deception."

So, throughout my time inside, I would sometimes wake up, only to enjoy the nourishment of whatever healthy food that Maxine had or to hear Mommy Maxine laughing and joking with her clients. Her voice is so soothing from within. There is a magical property to it. The way it reverberates all the way through inside this womb.

And though I couldn't move, I could feel some of her experiences while I was inside her. Taste the food she ate, feel the happiness she felt. Ah, if I could remember what it was like for my egg to be inside my own mother, what would I have felt? Perhaps, I should look into unlocking such mysteries in the future? What new insights might I gain from where I came from, from where I was first formed.

How long was I inside of Marcine? That is a question I could not answer on my own. While inside the womb, there doesn't appear to be any time. Most creatures, when they are in utero, are unaware of even such concepts. And really, there's no means to determine it. Back home, we used the light of the mushrooms to gauge the passage of time. But inside of a dragon, there is no sunrise or sunset, no mushdim or shroomglow. It is just warmth and it is just happiness.

What I can do, then, is recall a few more tales and give my thoughts on how I felt during them. For instance, there was a time where Marcine just lay on the bed, naked and happy to have a 'baby' filling her belly. "Oh, little Tik Tik," she cooed, rubbing her baby bump with her gentle, yet strong hands. "You're so beautiful inside me," she sighed, feeling me stir in my dreamless sleep. "I hope you're cozy and comfy in there and that nothing can ever harm you." She sighed, running one hand up along her body, caressing herself. "And I'm so ready to feed you once you get out. It's such a lovely time mm... to rejuvenate and be reborn..."