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Wasting no time the shorter of the four went straight for what he first saw from the outside of the carnival grounds; a small roller coaster that was set up towards the right side of the grounds. It always fascinated him how carnies were able to construct these rides in what seemed to be overnight. This one may have been here for a week or two, but that didn't cross his mind. In truth the only reason why he liked the premise of roller coasters at places such as this was just because they were reconstructed in such a short time. His parents always hated that fact, and saw any rides at any fair or carnival as a death trap ready to disassemble at the slightest breeze. That thought gave him a rush.

What made it all the greater is how it seemed that most of the ride itself would take place in the dark, for the tracks led straight into the mouth of a gigantic eastern dragon. While he wasn't one to appreciate it as much as the others, seeing the craftsmanship into the scales and fur that adorned what he assumed to be a metallic body proved incredible skill. It was something that just couldn't be mass produced.

There was no doubt that he was anticipating going on this ride even if it didn't seem to be open yet. He wasn't the first there, but there were promises made by a single staff member who scurried around and about the base of ride for some reason or another. The thought of there being technical difficulties before the ride started up caused him to bite his lips slightly. He wasn't the most patient of people, perhaps obvious by his natural demeanor while in line, but upon feeling a tap on his shoulder and a greeting from behind was enough to distract him for the time being.

"Whoa, hey there, ya gonna be alright? You're jittering around like crazy there. Ya ain't having some sort of diabetic seizure are ya? Can I get a name so I can at least tell the officials who ya are before something happens?"

Looking back, he would see someone at about the same size as him. Surprisingly very similar both in stature and overall looks. Brown hair, lower than average height with medium build, and even wearing the same frames of glasses. Those were a part of his body that he would never be accustomed to, as he felt it just didn't fit him, but dealt with.

"Hah! No man, I'm perfectly fine. More than fine actually! I'm jus' waiting for this ride ta open up. It's a lot bigger than I would'a expected for a carnival out here in the middle'a nowhere. Oh and jus' call me Pat!"

"Ya really that excited for this ride? Geez, well I'll tell the operator to make it last a little longer. I work here, traveling with my parents where this place goes. Never met someone so eager! Trust me, I'll make it the best ride of ya life."

With those words a clank of metal could be heard from a few people in front. The waist-high gate was opened to allow the line through. Looking forward with a wide grin on his face, he'd turn back to thank who ever it was that distracted him for what was really only a half minute or so. Blinking quickly and looking around the seeming doppelganger had already walked off, but stranger, was no where to be seen. There weren't any crowds to disappear into. Perhaps he already ran around to the back to give instructions. He was a bit proud at that fact. He was going to get a longer ride not only for himself, but others along with him.

His eyes nearly lit up to sparkle as he walked forward. Already the giant dragon proved itself to be more than just a simple coaster, but one that was a engineering masterpiece. How light of a material it must be made of for it began to float through the air and twist its body in all sorts of directions. This was a ride he'd have to take more than once it would seem, for as the dragon moved it changed positions dramatically. Going from creating sharp mounds to twisting the body to create a long downward spiral, this was a coaster that would likely never grow boring.

When walking forward to take a seat he was a bit disappointed at not being able to take the one at the front. There were only nine spots to take, and being about fifth in line he had hoped there was enough of a chance to get that hallowed position. Having to settle for the forward middle section he sat himself down on the thin seat. It was cushioned in any case, but the train of the coaster was a bit different in its own right. Truly the only thing holding people in place would be a typical harness for a much larger coaster that might experience much greater speeds or turns. With a little bit of ingenuity this could have been a roller coaster that one was meant to hang from instead of sit, but alas he figured that despite it being large enough to be a fair, it was still one that traveled. It just wouldn't be practical to design that to be taken apart and reassembled every couple of weeks. At least the lack of metal seating meant there was plenty of leg room not that he needed it with his shorter height.

Observing up and around as the harnesses clamped down around the riders, he was able to notice something a bit strange. Sure the tracks went into the mouth of the dragon, but there was nothing actually coming out from the tail, or anywhere else at that. Furthermore the ride was deceptively short, as the only build up to any sort of action was just the initial climb upwards towards the mouth of the dragon, as he was just now experiencing.

A slow trek upwards it was, or at least in his mind, as no matter what his thoughts were they were still dominated by that of being anxious to experience the coaster. If he reached out to his right he would have been able to touch the actual dragon itself, but just by looking at it he could see how fur along the body seemed entirely realistic. It was almost more of a piece of art with how beautiful it looked in close proximity. Looking down along the long body it actually made him feel somewhat small. Sure he thought it would be a quick ride, but a lot of distance would have to be gained. He couldn't ascertain the length, but when it stretched out fully for but a brief second it was well beyond that of a school bus and then some. Assumptions would be made that it was at least a two-hundred foot long structure as the tail stretched off and brushed against the trees outside the perimeter. Thanks to the floating aspect there was at least a decent climb of what seemed to be around forty or so feet.

At the climax of the climb, just before the inevitable downward fall, the ride slowed to build up the tension as so many coasters do by default. This was a much different view than all of the others, however, as looking down gave view to the entrance of the tunnel. It truly looked like a real mouth in all respects, yawning wide and able to give clearance to dozens more people if they so wished to have a longer trail of seats. The interior was sculpted so perfectly like actual flesh that it sent a shiver down his spine. That inner feeling which all beings had, fear for their life that something may devour them, shook his core. It was a feeling of attraction in his mind, and it made him all the more eager to just push forward and get the ride going. Looking off to the side and at the ground he could see a small line forming once again. He wished that the pace would quicken simply so he could get back in line quicker for another go at it.

Almost as if his wishes were heard the ride took a sudden jerk forward as the falling commenced. It was strange to see the fake tongue move in the way it did, as if that were directing the pacing. It flicked upwards in such a way to allow the front seat to drag the others along. Even from his position there was a slight splash of what he assumed to be water across his face, as he was given the delight to feel the warm liquid. They really took quality up to the next level as this ride seemed like it would fit in more at a giant amusement park than with a traveling posse. Even more amazing was how the tongue not only curled and raised the sides of it to create a chute-like structure, but doing so without the loud blasts of air and mechanical noises normally accompanying so many moving parts. Quickly he noticed the tracks ending here at the tip of the mouth, but didn't think to question it.

It took only a quick touch to realize that this wasn't metal in the slightest. The soft material that formed the tongue was actually quite squishy to his amazement. Being bounced about, the giant object wiggled and arched itself as the group made their way down the fake representation of the strong muscle. He was already fully drenched from the strangely slick water, but that only added to the excitement. Looking forward with one eye open and a giant smile on his face and a raised arm, as if to protect the other eye from any advancing liquid and continue looking forward, he saw the deep bellows of the assumed esophagus right ahead. It was a wide tunnel, but more importantly, not too far away it became pitch black. This gave the impression of it being near endless in length even if he had already witnessed how long it might be.

Light from the outside world vanished almost immediately as the drop commenced at an exhilarating speed. Clinging onto the harness on either side of his head, he shouted along with the rest of the riders in a fury of utter joy and excitement. His eyes were closed despite being unable to see anything anyways, and with that he wasn't able to tell at all where he was. He knew he was overall traveling downwards, but small rifts and bumps in the internal material for the tunnel caused the ride to swivel from left to right. At points he was able to feel himself completely sideways as the force of gravity tugged at him from an abnormal angle. Substantially thicker liquid continually splattered across his body as he heard the sound of parting water due to objects at high speed breaking through it. The consistency reminded him more of when he would swallow, but with a bit of allergies mixed in; warm mucous being the thought in his mind that grossed him out in a manner that was outright amusing.

For the first time he heard a noise which seemed out of place, but didn't detract from the experience. A thumping resounded around his head, but it didn't seem mechanical and somehow added to the hot, muggy atmosphere of the tunnel. Whooping in enjoyment he was able to feel how the tunnel that he was within shifted in position from the outside. A rushed feeling of his stomach dropping quickly overcame him as at times the ride allowed him to go into a free fall as it changed shape in a swift fashion. Falling with a soft splat, the harness he was in not only protected him from taking damage from any drop but the squishy material bounced him along while seemingly removing all friction from the equation as possible speeds were never squandered.

Strange slime became the primary component of the harness that he was holding upon. He couldn't understand as to why it felt to be changing from the normal pillowed feeling, but it most certainly was; his fingers squeezing at times only to meet up with his own skin as he clenched straight through the morphing material. Quieting for just a moment he was able to make out a deep rumbling that echoed above the shouts of the others. There was another strange aspect to this ride. The happy yells from the others increased in number. While the padded material all around absorbed the sound of voices quickly he could gathered there were more of them. That would mean that, somehow, more people were admitted into the ride without his set of riders exiting.

Gentle tingling sensations danced along his skin all across his body mere minutes after the harness he was inside was all but a goop which may as well not exist at this point. It elicited a state of deep euphoria that he couldn't shake away, nor did he want to. There was just too much fun to be had in the dark, and the strange happenings taking place around him added to the mystery of it all. The air was stifling and stale, but still entirely breathable albeit difficult do so with how humid the quality became. It dawned on him in a eureka moment as he thought for just a few seconds on the manner. There was no way this could be a ride at all. It had to be a true dragon.

Thin slaps of stringy liquid broke against his face just after his revelation to where he actually resided. There wasn't any pain accompanied with the supposed ride, but he knew there should be. His emotions began to run wild in his mind, but not in the fashion of fear. He was at the apex of his very existence inside the stomach of the dragon. He was a thrill seeker through and through. His imagination was a wild beast, untamed by reality, as he always knew in the back of his head that dragons must exist in the world. Never would he have expected them to disguise themselves as carnival rides for easy meals. Beyond that the aspect of being devoured alive sent his consciousness within a wild spree of glee.

Always attracted towards danger, what better way would there be to find it than within the bowels of something so gigantic and powerful that the creature could expend zero effort in simply consuming another. Judging by the weak nature of the acidic surroundings, and the lack thereof, he figured that he could be trapped within for quite some time. It was the perfect heaven, he figured as his face body was slapped about by the undulating flesh around him as the body coiled and shifted in structure. What better way for him to find the end of his time than achieving such an ultimate thrill ride.