The Puppet 2: The Consumption
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This was written as a result of something that happened in an IRC chat, which led me to this idea. I thought it was pretty fun, so here it is!
Cimota had been warned on numerous occasions about this cave. "Avoid it," claimed the wizened old man, eldest of the village, "if you value your life and sanity." Truth be told, Cimota wasn't afraid to die; mind you, he liked living just fine, but he had been such an adventurous young lad, dieing seemed almost the last great thrill he had left to seek.
Well, death and that cavern in the mountains.
Oh, there were rumors enough about what was inside. The most popular one spoke of a dragon wise far beyond his years, who valued his privacy enough to kill an intruder on sight. Other, more likely tales made mention of fire demons, spewing forth just enough magma - like rock, only because it was from the fire demon's belly, it was hot to the point of melting - to incinerate the trespasser. Cimota didn't think this was all that likely, as there was never any smoke emanating from the entrance, but then again, it was less preposterous than the idea of a dragon. His personal favorite was that the cave floor just kept sloping downward, ever steeper, until the unlucky victim slips and falls without realizing he was anywhere near the point of danger. He wasn't sure why, himself, but the idea of falling into a gaping hole in the earth like that was intriguing.
He held onto these stories, these dreams, until one fateful night, when he just happened to catch a glimpse of the entrance. There was a light. If he squinted enough... was it... yes, he was absolutely certain it was from a torch. Instead of following the road and turning towards the town - the more sensible thing for any traveller to do, considering the amount of light shed by the town itself - the light disappeared into the mouth of the crevace. Cimota was sure the holder of the light knew what he was doing, and that he meant to go into the cave. He made up his mind that night to investigate the next opportune chance.
The chance came two weeks later. All the other citizens of the town were tied up in a meeting to discuss preparations for an upcoming festival, honoring the deeds of the temple a short distance away, at the foot of the mountain pass where the town was settled. As Cimota was not quite yet of age to have a voice in these meetings, he often skipped out, so few expected him to show up anymore. This was the perfect opportunity to check out the cave, without anyone else finding out. He swiftly made his way up the path, and entered the chasm without giving it a second thought.
For a good distance, it looked just like any other cave, as far as Cimota could tell. Rock ceiling, rock walls, slightly muddy floors, all were completely normal. It wasn't until he turned around one corner that he saw anything of particular interest. Here, however, there was light. Along the walls, spaced out just enough to provide a bit of guidance, were lit torches. Is this all that guy had been doing that night?, wondered the young man; Lighting torches into an otherwise boring tunnel? He still quested on, but slightly distraught.
From that point on, it seemed as though the cave consisted of only the one pathway; it lead straight to a large, mostly empty central chamber. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was a strange scent in the air of this room; it smelled almost like the bath-house, only a little muskier, and not quite as strong. Well, this was a huge waste of my time, thought Cimota to himself as he turned to leave. He then heard something - a sigh? It had come from the far corner of the chamber, where the light was dimmest. Starting to sense danger, he grabbed the closest torch and, quaking, stepped slowly forward to shed light on what was there. Please don't be a fire demon, he repeated to himself over and over. What he did see, however, was the one thing he least expected - a red dragon, sprawled out on the cavern floor, fast asleep.
Unsure of what to do, he just stood there, afraid to move. He knew the stories of this one, though he had previously refused to believe them - trespassers were usually killed swiftly, with little prejudice. His eyes began darting around the room, looking for any possible alternate exit, but he found nothing. That is, until something at his feet caught his glimpse.
Looking down, he could tell it was a slip of paper with something written on it. Perhaps that other guy left it here? Very careful not to move the torch any more than necessary, Cimota bent over and picked it up. He noticed two languages on it; the first being his own, which read "Remember the three rules, and say these words", and the second was a script he recognized from use at the temple. He read them aloud to himself, practicing what he had learned there before, and making sure to pronounce each syllable properly: "Nogard, rednerrus ruoy ydob ot em. Emoc rednu ym lortnoc."
He stiffened immediately, not daring to move a muscle - the dragon had just started to stand up as soon as he completed the passage. He panicked, but had no idea where to run -- could he even run from such a beast?
The dragon, however, had not opened his eyes. He was standing up now, swaying to and fro, with absolutely no readable pattern to his rhythm; it looked like pure chaos. Cimota soon took notice that the dragon wasn't quite awake, but this wasn't enough to quell his fear; instead, if anything, it increased at the thought of a creature who had no need to awaken to dispatch of its prey.
Then, his eyes noticed something unusual - there was a rapidly-growing bulge on the dragon's crotch. Morning wood? No, that would be going away, not coming on as the dragon awoke. Still, there it was, clear as day.
Ba Phyi Zhum allowed himself a slow awakening - he was enjoying this quite a bit. It wasn't like the mage to wake him up in this manner; perhaps it was something he wanted to try out. He liked it so far. With a large, exaggerated yawn, he decided to go ahead and fully wake. "Mage, you know I don't like it when you enter unannounc--" He opened his eyes, and looked down at a shivering young man. That was most certainly not the mage. What the hell was going on?
Cimota saw the huge yawn, watched as the gaping maw of the creature opened, teeth glistening in he dim torchlight, saliva slowly flowing over the gums, tongue stretching out as if to escape its confined prison, only to retreat back. Still afraid, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing, almost as though he himself wanted to be eaten. That was quieted as the dragon opened his bright yellow eyes.
"Who are you? Where's the mage? How do you know the words?" Ba Phyi spit the questions out as rapidly as they came to him. This was unauthorized. He had to find out what was going on. Cimota, however, was too afraid to speak, and with his newfound longing coupling with the notice that the dragon's penis was now starting to inch out of its sheath, bringing a somewhat sensual urge to the thought, had no idea what to say. Ba Phyi's body knew how to interpret it, though he still wasn't at all happy about being paraded around by some random kid.
The sensation hit him like a flash, with no warning. All of a sudden, his questions just halted. Not only was the kid trespassing, he had no idea how to control the spell, and was letting fear and desire cloud his own control; the dragon had lost his ability to move his head freely. Ba Phyi's mouth opened wide, and Cimota saw the opening with awe. This quickly mixed with fear as the maw came closer and closer, steadily increasing in speed.
Ba Phyi was frantic. What was this kid doing to him? Sure, the idea of not being able to stop himself aroused him even more - even now, he could feel his penis as it pushed its way out into the open air - but this was still non-consentual, as far as he was concerned. As Cimota's scream came to his ears, Ba Phyi tried with all his power to stop, but it was futile - he felt the young man's body slide down his esophagus as he swallowed him whole. This was entirely against everything firing in his head - he screamed at himself to stop, quit, throw the man back up, anything, but his body was not his to control.
Cimota had no idea what was going on. Had he just been swallowed whole? Was the dragon even big enough to be able to do that? And why was this whole thing so darned... was "erotic" truly the term he was looking for? But it was true - as he stayed there, the warm, wet walls of the dragon's throat, then stomach, massaging every inch of his body... he wanted nothing else in that moment.
"Kid! Hey, kid! You still alive?" Ba Phyi had finally regained control of his mouth.
"Ye... yes." Cimota could only muster a faint reply, considering his position.
"Alright; now, I don't know who you are, but you somehow got ahold of the words that a certain mage from the temple uses to gain control of my body. The purpose of this is to -- okay, it's strictly erotic for the both of us. In fact, struggling against your insane desires has aroused me more than I've been in a long time." It was true; his cock had reached its full erect length and was now throbbing, letting loose a steady stream of pre.
"Now, the spell wears off after a half-hour. Currently, it would appear that you've subconsciously shut off the acid producers in my stomach, as you've not melted to death yet. Considering how incredibly large you are inside me" - Cimota's body was stretching Ba Phyi's out almost twice his average size at the point where his stomach was - "there is no way I'm going to allow you to live if you decide to take the back way out. Basically, do whatever you want, I suppose, since it's fairly obvious you're highly aroused as well," - in addition to feeling the arousal coupled with and compounding his own, he could see a slight bump where Cimota's groin ought to have been - "and have me regurgitate you."
Cimota had finally started to calm down; the fact that the dragon was speaking placidly helped him get past the initial fear of what was going on. The dragon had him pegged when he mentioned his arousal, though honestly, he thought, who wouldn't notice something a little extra poking the side of their stomach? Now that he was calm, he began thinking of ways to increase his enjoyment of the experience. He had full control of every muscle in the dragon's body, correct? Then he'd be able to use the muscles of the esophagus - the village doctor had made mention of their existance, and showed proof by swallowing a glass of water while hanging upside-down from a bar - to squeeze himself as he felt, correct? Focusing, he began at his feet; he was upside-down himself, having been swallowed head-first. Using the normally involuntary muscles, he moved the pressure up, or down, towards his torso.
The experience was quite the odd one indeed for Ba Phyi Zhum. Being connected, he could feel what his own digestive muscles were doing to the young man's body, yet could also feel from the inside how his body pressed back against those same contractions. He couldn't understand how this was so enjoyable to the young man, but could feel his pleasure. This, plus the fact that someone was controlling muscles internally, just made him even more aroused, something he didn't think was possible at that point. The endorphins in his brain begged, screamed at him to at least reach down and grab his twitching, throbbing member, but his hands weren't his to control; they stayed firmly planted at his sides, only increasing his lust. It was turning into a vicious cycle. If that kid doesn't start doing something soon, I'm going to be in serious pain, Ba Phyi thought.
And just like that, a sea of pleasure washed over the dragon as he felt a phantom hand grab his shaft and begin stroking. He couldn't see the being doing it, so it was always a fun experience, because he never could tell what they were going to do next. The stroking began slow, and was more a massage of the glans than anything, but continued to engulf more of the cock with each stroke. This was a different method than the one the mage often used, but he wasn't too surprized - most humans seemed to have a different preferred method of pleasuring themselves.
Ba Phyi's member, not truly confined by an actual physical hand, was now twitching violently due to the sensations running through it; this was also due to Cimota's accidental loss of focus and resulting focus on muscles around the crotch area. Ba Phyi soon found himself humping the air in front of him involuntarily, which added to his already extreme arousal.
If someone else were to have wandered into the cave at that time, a truly unusual sight would have met their eyes - a dragon standing almost completely upright, with an odd bulge where his stomach ought to be, glancing down at his pelvic region as it thrust forward rhythmically, not necessarily against his will, but not of his own will, cock throbbing and twitching like mad, arms limp at his sides. He could feel his own climax approaching, but knew it required Cimota to reach his first before he would be able to completely relieve himself. He stood there on the brink of orgasm, eyes clamped shut now, mouth uttering groans of both extreme pain and pleasure, waiting. It shouldn't be long now.
Sure enough, about thirty seconds later, he could sense Cimota's own body approaching climax. With one final, intense cry of pleasure, they both erupted in extasy. Ba Phyi could feel the warmth of the young man's seed flowing down his stomach wall as he himself rocketed his own semen at the wall he was facing. He was unsure of how long Cimota's climax had lasted, but his own took over five minutes to wind down, constantly spewing fluid the whole time.
As soon as he was able to regain his breath, he began speaking to the young man again. "Okay, now that you're through, make me throw you back up. You've only got about a minute before my body becomes mine again and my stomach acid flows freely." He gladly obliged. "So," the dragon asked, "now that you've seen me up close and personal, are you going to leave?"
"Yes," replied the still wet Cimota, "I'm so terribly sorry for all this; I was just curious, is all."
"Yes, well, just remember, curiosity almost killed you today. As it turned out, I'm not too terribly mad at you for trespassing; after all, you didn't attempt to kill me, and you even added an extra... bonus." He chuckled slightly as he motioned towards the wall, somewhat sticky from recently. "Just remember, don't tell anyone what happened here today, got it?"
"Of course, I'd never tell another soul--"
"Good. Now, if you'd like," he had to think about it for a second, "I suppose I wouldn't mind if you wanted to visit once in a while for a bit of... fun. Just please, announce your entry first, okay?"
"Sure thing. And rest assured, I'd love to do this again sometime."