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Trotting through a pleasantly shaded forest path, God's rays sparkling through the leaves of the trees, a primarily gray and horned dragon by the name of Goldelite wove along with purpose. He possessed but a few bright red markings upon his form; a crescent that rolled down between his brows, two stripe-like shapes upon the cheeks, and upon the tip of the tail. Devoid of wings, the last thing of his makeup would be his underside, which colored itself as a softer shade of his gray self. His red eyes, similarly colored like the markings, remained half lidded to display a sense of contentedness.

The dragon headed towards an appointment with another dragon with a sense of business. Carried on his person were two leather belts, one on each of his hindlegs. They jingled with his gait, and consisted mainly of brushes of all varieties. Broad and flat scraping metal objects could also be seen alongside assorted and nondescript pouches. He had the appearance of a cleaner, and that happened to be exactly what he was going to do.

Unlike most individuals in his line of work, Goldelite specialized in the cleaning of other larger dragons. Not only that, he took a great deal of pride in doing such. He garnished a strange sort of satisfaction with leaving a being larger than him cleaner than they had come. Ignoring the benefits of finding strange collectables, bits, and bobbles, it was a great way to meet new friends he'd come to find. For that exact reason, his tail swayed back and forth happily, quickly coming upon one his longest standing clients. After just a couple more minutes he spotted the dragon in question.

Known simply as Grahckheuhl, he could be seen laying on his stomach. The blue dragon with a green underside was much larger than Goldelite. The long neck held his head well above the tops of the trees. It seemed as though he barely fit in the small clearing, and with all the fins on the body, he seemed grossly out of his natural element. Two webbed toes circled at the ground idly while he waited, looking off to the side. His emerald eyes scanned the tops of the trees while he waited, and the fins along the jawline flicked every so often, as if to bat at them for his own amusement. The sight of this made Goldelite worry that he might have kept the other dragon waiting for too long.

"Hey, Grah! Down here, sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Fins perked upon the giant dragon's head upon hearing the chirping voice, "Well hello there, Golde. I was beginning to worry you may not show up."

Goldelite heard the voice of the larger dragon, not through his years, but with the sound being pinged directly into his mind via telepathy. No amount of emotion was lost through such a method, to which he picked up on the teasing tone. Grahckheuhl was well aware that Goldelite thought of him as a favorite customer, and as such knew he wouldn't want to miss an appointment.

"Right. Says the one who isn't down and into position yet!" Goldelite chirped back with a smirk on his face.

Grahckheuhl gave a look of surprise. Craning his neck down, Goldelite got a much better view of the face, and in particular its large plated scales upon the snout. There was something oddly beautiful about seeing a muzzle nearly three times the size as oneself. He stared into the other's emerald eyes for a few brief seconds, as the two just stared at each other.

"Well what's the matter? C'mon, say 'ahh'! Oh, and this time angle the tongue correctly so I don't just fall for several minutes straight!"

In the world of dragons, one might think that a cleaner may pertain to one sharpening the other's claws, or shining the scales to a lustrous sheen. Perhaps it could even be priming the fur coat of specific dragons, or scrubbing behind webbing where one couldn't preen. Especially since dragons have been known to care little in the ways of worker protection, as many who service them are made into snacks shortly after. As Grahckheuhl gaped his mouth, despite the a public wariness for dragons, Goldelite's path became apparent.

"It's been a few months, hasn't it? This is going to feel great... I'll let you get to work, Golde."

A blissed tone rolled along with Grahckheuhl's telepathic voice, but the words rang with a very pungent truth. Almost immediately Goldelite had to turn his head to the side as the great jaws parted. Stronger than ever, the scents of a feral dragon's breath blew out of the mouth with surprising force. It washed over him like a wave of constant heat and stench of meals past, with several flecks of saliva splattering against his face.

Nothing could have deterred the dragon less than the scents which emanated from the open mouth, and his attention turned towards that open fleshy cave. His heart immediately melted, as this starting sight was almost what he lived to see; a giant predatorial maw, with the light shining inside to illuminate the purple flesh within. A giant tongue shifted in place, as if lacking in space to remain comfortable. Blunt and yellowed teeth lined the gums like a picket fence to keep the large muscle at bay. Taking another step forward, placing a forepaw upon the bottom lip to bat at it slightly, he smiled once more.

"Yeesh, it has been a few months, indeed! Well however you manage to keep doing this to yourself, please, don't stop!"

Goldelite laughed quietly to himself while placing a forepaw upon the bottom lip of the larger dragon to prop himself up. A quiet chuckle from the blue beast caused fishy breath to come forth in thicker bursts, as if tempting the little one to hurry on up. Leaning forward, he inspected the teeth a bit closer. Comparatively, a single tooth was about a quarter the size of the gray dragon.

After looking them over, the boney objects presented themselves as being anything but a pristine white, yet they seemed to be completely healthy. They stood with a rigid defiance, and the gums which rooted them in place had a magnificent brilliance. Knocking on a few, he tested some of the ones he thought might have endured just a slight bit of ailment, but the resulting lack of hallowed noise let him know there was no rot to be found. At least not any filth that specifically belonged to the dragon.

Any objects found which may be past a certain expiration date were instead found between the teeth, sometimes along them, in the form of bits of food. This reminded Goldelite of the other's diet through first-hand experience. Fish scales and fins could be seen no matter where one turned their eyes, letting him know that there clearly hadn't been a day that the large dragon didn't haul in a large bounty. Seaweed wrapped itself around the teeth as well, proving Grahckheuhl to be omnivorous and not so picky an eater. Even pieces of exotic fruits littered the region.

Goldelite squished pieces of past foodstuffs beneath his paws, giving a gentle rub while grabbing at the waste to toss it out of the mouth. He rarely even found clumps of fur, suggesting that at times Grahckheuhl likely roamed to feast on creatures not normally on his menu. He was quite surprised upon finding some wooden boards trapped between two teeth near the back of the mouth, however. Thick hemp nets came out along with those planks, and a few fish bones came tumbling out as well. Tugging at them, a long sigh of relief came from the larger dragon.

"Ooooh, thank goodness you got that splinter. It's been a bother for weeks."

Rolling his eyes, Goldelite just tapped the nearest tooth, "You promised you wouldn't go raiding any more fishing boats!"

"I'm not. At least, not as many," any shame that Grahckheuhl may have felt quickly melted away, as memories of those easily caught fish danced on his mind.

Grahckheuhl simply growled out the draconic equivalent of a chuckle, yet allowed Goldelite to continue working. The smaller dragon did as much as he could from the outside, skimming the perimeter of the scaly lips. Between them and the gums and teeth could be found a significant buildup of meals past, packed hard by the salt water the dragon constantly took in. Thankfully for Goldelite his claws and strength backing them would be enough to remove the thin layer of gunk from the locale. Reaching behind the cheeks, his little body wiggled about in the air as he scooped the leftovers away. Going from one side of the mouth to the other, he took his time in cleaning. He knew Grahckheuhl wasn't going to go anywhere after all, and judging from the bigger fellow's breathing rate, he seemed ready to fall asleep.

"Hey, if you're going to doze off, at least let me in. Don't want your jaws clamped shut before I can do my job," Goldelite chirped, giving a gentle rub to the nearest tooth.

Acting without speaking, Grahckheuhl slowly unfurled the tongue from its resting place. The thick purple muscle extended up and over the front teeth before draping down along the ground with a wet flop. Streams of saliva dribbled down its path, glistening with a certain tantalizing aspect which no dragon could deny. It presented itself as royal carpeting, beckoning forth any and all visitors; An invitation which would indeed be met with joy.

After lulling the tongue out, Grahckheuhl pinged another message before Goldelite could get to work. "You know what I like done. Though, if you could get a bit more in the back this time, I'd be thankful."

Goldelite quickly hopped up atop of the tongue. It reacted immediately to the pressure of his little feet, quivering with a particular delight. More likely than not it corresponded the small creature comparable to other less willing dragons which may have bestowed their flavors upon his tasters. Whatever the case may be, the smaller dragon felt its effects, and quickly fell flat upon the tongue due to the movements on the slippery surface.

"Hey now! You be good," Goldelite quickly huffed. "Or else I'm not going to use your favorite brush this time!"

On all accounts it was generally difficult to threaten a creature several times one's own size, but Goldelite managed to find leverage against Grahckheuhl. The outcome of such caused the tongue to pull itself back inside the mouth, slowly and steadily, as if hauling a fragile payload. He fit perfectly in the center crease of the muscle. Feeling the tongue on either side wrap around his flanks induced a comforting condition, great for taking a nap.

Before Goldelite got too lax, however, the tongue stopped moving. It let him know that he did have a job to do, and Grahckheuhl stilled himself as much as possible for such. Every so often the tongue quivered, resisting the urge to play with the morsel willingly resting atop it. Goldelite on the other hand struggled not to play back by batting at it. Even then, every single one of his movements elicited a reaction from the tongue. Even if he didn't want to seem as though he might be goofing off on the job, he did give a gentle and harmless swat at the flesh.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll let you get to work in there," the same growling chuckle came along with Grahckheuhl's words.

Finally with that excursion out of the way, Goldelite could get back to doing what he had come here for in the first place. The first thing he needed was a cleaner working environment, as if such a thing were possible in a rational mind, considering he already got himself drenched from head to tail in a thin layer of saliva. When looking around for just a few moments however, he couldn't help but gawk at the sheer amount of leftover bits upon the tongue. Strands of seaweed were the main culprit; kelp leaves being strewn about seemingly at random. They seemed almost adhesive to the taste buds on the tongue, and they were often accompanied by the leaves of fruit bearing plants. Fish scales and fins could be found in relative abundance, along with some suspicious pieces of cloth.

Stretching out the tail to cover a broad region and reaching forth with forepaws, the gray dragon began sweeping away the food particles. He treated it the same as mopping; by collecting large globules of bubbling saliva on the tongue the clever creature used such to scoop up and carry along anything caught up in his movements along the large muscle. This method was found in the past to be the most efficient, not only due to its speed, but also thanks to how Grahckheuhl perceived it as being a massage.

Once Goldelite had a bit more breathing room, he pulled out a tool which possessed a rubber scraper normally meant for windows and a coarsely bristled brush. Hopping onto the tip of the tongue, standing on his hindlegs and balancing a forepaw upon a tooth, he began carefully scraping the nearest object he leaned against from top to bottom. Once again he utilized the saliva to clean it off as he went, cleaning the gunk off the tooth which built up on the tool. Once he broke apart the more resilient aspects not natural to cleanliness of teeth, he softened up the rest with the tough brush portion. Every so often he'd pull powder out of a buckskin pouch from his tool belt and apply it to the bristles, creating a fizzy foam in reaction to the saliva. Once he worked it up to a thick froth, he'd use a much softer brush to gently stroke along that boney object. The result would be a bright white tooth, shimmering in cleanliness.

It took the smaller dragon about fifteen minutes to brush and polish a single tooth. He needed to use a sharper hook object to pry loose some of the more stubborn gunk on either side of the object when near to the gums, which added a few minutes to that time. Sighing, and mentally preparing himself, he knew this was always the most time consuming aspect when cleaning out a mouth. Cleaning off each of his tools, and shaking himself off after a long strand of drool oozed onto his face from the palette above, he steeled himself for the long haul.

One by one Goldelite got to cleaning the teeth. Comparing them side by side, the yellowish brown of one tooth stood out like a sore thumb when next to one of the cleaned ones. Sometimes he took a bit longer than average when cleaning the teeth, taking a breather to just flop down and rest his forelegs. He put in a lot of effort and elbow grease to ensure that every single inch could be worthy of a photo-shoot for absolute perfection. Even though he needed to stretch uncomfortably to get to the teeth lining the top of the maw, the dragon never faltered with his work. Every so often he'd even pull out an industrial grade metal nail file to help round out and ensure the teeth stayed in proper form for the future.

Despite Grahckheuhl never giving a single word for his satisfaction, his actions made present just how happy he was with the situation. He rolled his tongue ever so slowly, both due to enjoying the flavors, but also from the comforting sensations. At one point he raised his head up above the trees once more, slowly as to not interrupt the smaller dragon's actions too much, and rested his head against them like large bushy cushions. Closing his eyes, he struggled in keeping awake. Soon enough he began dozing off to the feeling of the ministrations upon his teeth.

Goldelite just chuckled and smiled a little once he realized what was going on. Even though he clung to a tooth and rooted himself in place as the larger dragon moved about, he simply took it as a compliment that he could lull someone so big to sleep with such simple actions. In a way this made his job slightly easier as well, for the mouth didn't keep itself as far agape when resting, and as such he could reach the upper teeth that much easier. He even made sure to give a gentle scrubbing to the rough palette above, roaming along with his paws, just in case some sort of splinter or other object lodged itself into the aquatic beast.

After the sun rose into the sky for midday, and made its descent to usher in the evening, Goldelite had finally finished scraping off the final tooth. He made his way from the center, to the right, and started at the back of the left teeth and again towards the front of the mouth. All he had left to do was dispose of all the cleaning agents and gunk left behind from his tools. Pushing it forward, he used both his muzzle and tail, to stretch his body across the entirety of the tongue in long strides.

By this point Grahckheuhl had fallen into what seemed to be a deep sleep. The mouth, as a result, closed nearly entirely, allowing for the smallest cracks of light to penetrate between the scaly lips. Another side effect of such, however, was that the mouth proved itself a surprisingly cramped environment. One often underestimated just how large the dragon's tongue actually happened to be. It curled up on its sides, obscuring the bottom teeth, while the back of the muscle folded up to blockade the back of the throat. It did make sure he could sleep while under the ocean, ensuring he didn't intake too much water, but that also includes friendly creatures cleaning out his mouth.

The small dragon currently trying to brush away the remains of that dirty maw down the throat. Goldelite grunted quietly, attempting to squeeze beneath the softer back portions of the upper mouth and the tongue which doubled as his flooring. No matter how much he tried to steady his balance using the multitude of taste buds as a source of friction, he couldn't help but slip and smoosh his face into the tongue. It complicated things, as everything he carried along to dispose of had been scattered to both sides of the mouth, slipping between the space between the cheeks and tongue.

Grahckheuhl, rightfully so, noticed the sudden pattering of small paws as Goldelite scrambled to recollect his mess. He lazily let out a slow yawn, extending his tongue slightly in the process. The smaller dragon simply stayed still, allowing himself to be manipulated, hoping that the larger one didn't wake up enough to notice the small blunder. He didn't, much to Goldelite's relief, and the tongue even stayed stretched out as it poked out of the mouth. Grahckheuhl seemed to settle once more, albeit keeping the tongue extended this time as if unconsciously realizing the necessity for such.

The gray dragon, much to his surprise, noticed that much of the gunk seemed to stay in place. It caked slightly to the tongue, due to being pressed against the roof of the mouth and kept in place by the saliva, but all in all the mess barely spread. Though he did notice one more thing, or rather, three more objects he had so carelessly neglected to give any attention to whatsoever.

Resting against the tongue, at the very back near the dropping point of the throat, Goldelite noticed the tonsils. Dangling precariously, stretching and bobbing with the natural rhythm of the body, the uvula could also be seen like a glistening jewel in the darkness. Even if the uvula attempted to totally strangle his concentration and line of thought by mere existence, he pulled attention away enough to notice a massive collection of gunk along the tonsils. It certainly couldn't stay this way.

Goldelite hopped forth with reckless speed. He knew his client was asleep, so the actions shouldn't cause too much of a disturbance, and even then he figured the big fella would probably appreciate a bit extra of a cleaning despite it being beyond the normal region which he otherwise brushed. With a soft splat he landed upon the left collection of tissue stuffed into the back of the throat.

The flesh stayed puffy, similar to a marshmallow, with a high level of buoyancy as the small creature bounced along it. Despite the tongue being sufficiently soft, it couldn't compare to the tenderness of this part of the mouth. Pressing a paw against it, he'd remove it after wards to notice he created a small depression that slowly blew out back to its original shape. He amused himself with this fact with each stroke of his forepaw against it, as he did at least work in pushing away any of the mess he found upon it.

After picking off some of the more stubborn pieces of gunk, Goldelite stood up and angled himself carefully. After a quick hop, he launched himself to the other side of the mouth, landing upon the opposing tonsil. Overestimating his balance, he slipped upon landing, and slid to find himself caught between the soft tissue and the side of the throat. It wasn't as if he minded, and on the contrary he found it to be a rather comfortable locale, but he did notice a surprising amount of food particles. They seemed to once belong to sentient creatures, as the majority of it all happened to be torn pieces of clothing. Perhaps those fellows that Grahckheuhl swallowed on accident also found purchase against the tonsils, nestling against them in hopes to not take a much longer ride. Regardless of that, he did manage to wiggle himself free to clean off the area, pushing it all down the throat.

Last but not least, Goldelite's gaze rose upwards in the gloomy environment to the dangling tear-drop shaped flesh which taunted him nearby by bobbing up and down. Seeing no reason to leave it be, considering he could play it off as simply cleaning it if need be, he jumped and latched upon the uvula. It sagged with his additional weight, but it held his body fairly well.

The small dragon giggled slightly when he grasped the bulbous flesh, feeling it up for his own amusement. It possessed a certain squishy texture unlike anything else found in nature, to the point that it was almost ticklish against the bottoms of his feet. Not only that, but the sparse light which kept the region from pitch darkness helped give the flesh an irresistible luster. It was like the saliva that covered the uvula consisted of a different components compared to the rest of the mouth.

Nuzzling against it, Goldelite relished how it formed over his face, as if giving a hug in return. He could have done the same to the tongue, perhaps, but the uvula itself had a much smoother and more pleasing texture. Even if it wasn't his original intention for the fleshy object, he did at least manage to clean it off with his borderline affectionate actions. Blushing ever so slightly while indulging upon a hidden fantasy, he even began to lick along the surface, sampling the flavors. Everything which the larger dragon swallowed had to pass beneath the uvula in some fashion, and because of such it carried with it a plethora of past flavors; anything ranging from the most exotic of fruits to the bitterest of leaves, though heavy meaty and fishy overtones dominated its essence. Wiggling about, he couldn't have been any happier in any position but the one he was in.

All of the joyful emotions running through Goldelite's mind made him ignorant to just how much he moved about on the uvula. It created a tension which strained the tissue, causing it to bob up and down at greater lengths than normal. While the extra bobbing it created as a result wouldn't jostle the smaller dragon too much, it did however cause the larger dragon to furl his lips slightly in his sleep. Goldelite's tail tip flicked about in his joy like a happy dog, further teasing the sides entrance to the throat similarly to that of a floundering fish. Saliva began to swell in greater volume in the dragon's mouth, causing him to drool in his sleep.

Unbeknownst to the smaller dragon, his belt began to slip away from his waistline. Due to the position he dangled, gravity tugged relentlessly at the tools, and all of his acrobatic antics helped in loosening the bindings. Before long the leather began to slide along the gray hide. It slipped quicker than the preoccupied dragon could react, mostly thanks to how the saliva created a nearly frictionless environment for anything that it applied itself upon. Unable to stop its descent, the belt fell down into the inky darkness of the esophagus.

A low and guttural gurgling sputtered up from the depths of the dragon's throat. Goldelite froze in place and his eyes went wide, clinging to the uvula tighter than ever before. Thinking it best to not stay still, as perhaps he had awoken Grahckheuhl, he slowly began reaching for the tongue with a hindpaw. Stretching his toes as long as possible, he scraped along the bumpy surface, trying to find purchase. It was with that final action that the walls around him began to drastically shift.

The tongue folded back and the walls of the esophagus began to widen much larger than before. Goldelite however felt his body being slightly constrained as the upper region of the throat began to constrict as a massive rush of saliva gushed along his body. At the same time the liquid hit, a powerful pressurized force tugged him down. Right at that moment, as the small dragon lost his grip upon his fleshy perch, a gulping sound echoed around his head.

Goldelite felt himself quickly bump up against a wall of flesh upon his back after a short free-fall into the esophagus. It never squeezed at him too harshly, perhaps due to his relatively small size, but instead made him feel as though he were being tenderly hugged. Although it did ensure his body position stayed almost perfectly straight within the transitional pathway connecting the mouth to the stomach, and in a way kept him strangely comfortable. The rate at which he fell, however, wouldn't allow for him to focus too much on the surrounding stimuli. Soon he hit a bend in the flesh, angling his small body in preparation for the awaiting stomach.

Left to sit in complete darkness, the small dragon just sat upright as though completely dumbfounded to what had taken place. In a way it hadn't quite registered in his little mind that he had been swallowed, despite the unseen environment giving proof every second. Low churns of wet flesh slopped in every direction, as the slow movement of puddled liquids followed right after. A constant low rumble shook the thick and humid air as the rest of the body thrived with life around him. The heavy scents caused his nostrils to flair with every inhale, as it was nearly a hundred times more potent than what he breathed when just sitting on the tongue from earlier. Staying still for long enough, he even felt the spongy floor beneath him lazily begin shifting in place just enough to upset his balance.

Lifting a paw, Goldelite felt a strings of mucous stretching between his toes and the stomach muscle below. It came with a very light numbing sensation, but in a manner that made it feel rather pleasurable; for some reason his body feeling a distinct lack of fatigue. He couldn't discern whether or not that may be his imagination or not, but it was certainly appreciated nonetheless considering how much work he had done. Standing up, he felt a bit wobbly while doing such, as the muscle sank with his weight so slightly in a way that made it feel unnatural compared to the ground outside of the body. Pushing here and there, testing the resistance as he tried to move around, it had a certain bubbly nature which always allowed it to spring right back into its intended form.

"Grah? Hey, Grah? You can't, uhm, hear me? Can you?" Goldelite shouted out into the darkness.

He knew that Grahckheuhl wouldn't be able to hear him, but spoke mostly out of not knowing what more to do. Flicking his tail, splashing it against a puddle of built up liquids, the markings on his face began glowing. The red facial features gave off a similar colored light, as the little dragon focused a small amount of his willpower into creating some form of light to allow for navigation. Taking another deep breath in, nearly coughing due to him still not being fully accustomed to the much thicker air, his eyes went wide at the sights.

It was as if Goldelite had entered an alien realm. Nothing appeared familiar to anything he had ever witnessed in his life. Looking down, he saw the plush flesh shifting before his very eyes, as small bulges rolled along with a life of their own. The muscle itself appeared distinctly purple, with an array of thin veins able to be seen scattered randomly in every direction. Gazing upwards, the light which he emitted wasn't strong enough to illuminate the entire cavern, allowing him to appreciate the stomach's massive size. Without much more to do, he began to aimlessly plod along.

Amazingly, as the dragon very carefully moved along, he managed to find deeper pockets of water that had formed in the flesh, which held fish that still managed to live in what he at first assumed to be a hostile environment. Looking around the dragon managed to find ample amounts of life, or at least evidence it once existed, inside the expansive gut. In fact he wouldn't even be able to keep track of the amount of fish, or at least figuring there wasn't much point after spotting at least a hundred over time. Many of the other things remaining in the stomach appeared to be objects which clung to the flesh relentlessly; stray particles of smaller plant life, some fish which had gone belly up, and a wide range of clothing and other small inanimate objects or tools one might find sentient life carrying around. If nothing else, he knew he wasn't the first being to witness the same thing, nor would he be the last.

Wandering around for long enough, Goldelite began to notice a shift in the way the floors beneath him moved. At first they stayed at a constant rolling rhythm, seeming to go in one direction, but after a while it seemed to twitch almost in annoyance whenever he placed a paw back down upon it. After just one more press of a paw to move forward, the flesh shook slightly in place, as though ready to try and compress around his body. It caught him off guard, bringing him to fall down in the slick liquids, but instead he heard a rather friendly voice call out.

"Golde... you didn't really, did you? I mean, obviously you did, but I'm just having a hard time believing you let it happen to you." Grahckheuhl spoke fairly monotone, knowing full and well he swallowed Goldelite.

"Well it's not like I meant to, I mean! I just, kind of got distracted, and... oh, you can't hear me, why am I even saying this?" Goldelite couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Grahckheuhl, in any case, just continued right where he left off, "You know as well as I do that there isn't a council of dragons out there that advocates many workers rights. For all intents and purposes, you're mine now."

The words put a stinging reality into Goldelite's mind. What Grahckheuhl spoke of wasn't wrong; stories abound of people being eaten accidentally by dragons for simply doing their work carelessly. After all, when one gets to the size of the ocean dragon, there isn't much a written or spoken law can do to reign them in.

"However," Grahckheuhl continued, "I do have a proposal. You're really great at cleaning, there's no doubt about that, and I consider you a friend. So, if you're willing, I won't digest you if go through the rest of me on your own accord."

For Goldelite, these words seemed almost too good to be true. It wasn't as if he minded being inside of Grahckheuhl's stomach, and in fact, he sort of enjoyed such. His curious nature had gotten the better of him up until now, and thus he didn't display much in the way of intrigue, simply because he couldn't believe how he had gotten into his position in the first place. But after it was offered, there wasn't any way he would refuse. Not that he even could if he wanted.

"Just go with the flow here on out. I'll feel it, and it'll give me your answer, though I'm sure I already know what it is anyways. Don't think you've hidden your feelings that easily from me anyways. I know you've stared down my throat in the past! In the mean time, I'm going to just..., catch some shut-eye..."

A deep blush formed from beneath Goldelite's gray snout. He always thought he did a magnificent job in masking his admiring gazes into Grahckheuhl's mouth, and instead it seemed he was simply planning his cleaning routes.

"Alright Grah, I'll do my best!" Goldelite spoke up with a heightened level of energy to his tone.

Chuckling to himself, shaking his head, the dragon plodded along with purposefully heavier steps. In this way he hoped Grahckheuhl might feel such and that it would register similarly to how the tongue would be massaged. On that same level of thought, he began to sweep up some of the extra fish that he came across while moving along, following the natural motion of the flesh. He didn't quite know what to expect, but after just a minute or so of somewhat aimless shambling, a small hole in the wall came into sight.

It didn't take Goldelite long to figure out that it should lead further on into the dragon's digestive tract. A rather large pile of goods was waiting to be pushed within, and he noticed how the flesh rolled at a much quicker rhythm. Every so often a flopping fish got sucked through with surprising speed as the entrance opened just enough to bring the creature inside, after which it closed defiantly, as though blocking off an exclusive and forbidden path.

For the little dragon, however, waiting for when Grahckheuhl's body decided it wanted to let him through wasn't an option. He knew well how to manipulate something much larger than him, being very seasoned in the art of such. Walking forward, wading through a concoction of water and bodily fluids, he'd stand up on his hindlegs while pressing his forepaws around the sphincter. With that he began a slow and tender rub in an up and down motion. Squeezing, he felt the stomach flab squish between his toes, while his claws dug in to give it a harmless and soothing scratching. The flesh reacted directly to his movements, pushing back gently as the flow of muscle slowly ebbed up and down with his paws.

None of Goldelite's exertions seemed enough to sway the sphincter into opening however, even after several minutes of massaging around the defiant hole. He could tell that Grahckheuhl enjoyed the actions, considering he heard the thumping of the heart slowing, but he also heard a series of gurgles rupturing forth from down below, somewhere in the body. Perhaps he just had to keep on trucking along with his original intent, and with that, he began to knead at the wet flesh below his hindpaws. Shambling along, he tried to cover as much ground as possible with his tender rubs, and if nothing else he was rewarded with a plethora of squishing flesh and slopping liquids.

Persistence did seem to be key in unlocking the fleshy gate. After a few more rumblings, the noise seemed to effect the gut by sending forth sharp vibrations in the stomach floor. It became enough that it upset Goldelite's balance, to which he fell face first into the amalgamation of things which Grahckheuhl had eaten over who knows how long ago. All he knew was, after opening his mouth in surprise and taking a quick taste, the food had been in here for much too long. Feeling the floor beneath him bounce around, though, he noticed the sphincter finally opened, and in the blink of an eye, felt himself being sucked inside as quickly as he had been swallowed previously.

Just like the throat it resulted in a free-fall, but unlike the lengthy tube from prior, it didn't last nearly as long. Goldelite fell into a pool of liquids and fish with a hearty splash. Poking his head up while wading among fish, which constantly slapped him in the face with their tails, he began looking around. He noticed the walls shifted between a ribbed-like structure to being totally smooth, and back again. It seemed to almost work like a pump for working things into a manageable ball. In a way it even reminded him of a bird's crop with how it may store things. In that respect, however, it also didn't last too long.

Pressure in the constrained room increased with each cycle of the flesh, before he heard a series of lewd slurps taking place below. Pockets of air bubbled forth, tickling at the dragon's toes, as he caught a quick whiff of something much more foul than previously. Before being able to place such a scent, he felt his body being suctioned down once more; the pit stop having ended as the body prepared the contents for their next stop. The little critter felt himself forced against the odd transitional flesh. Even though the room felt tight, he could immediately tell that it was able to stretch great lengths to fit any size of meal, as the slick muscle yielded to his back as if willing to give him extra space.

None of it was to last, as Goldelite heard something akin to a gaseous expulsion. It took a few seconds of traveling, not realizing just how much food the large dragon's body packed into the little nook, before being deposited into another gigantic chamber. The food matter dispersed quickly in every direction, being spewed across a great expanse.

Goldelite, however, received a much more pleasant ride. Being one of the last things to go through a second ring of flesh, he felt it snap almost playfully around his neck. Dangling with the rest of his body, he flailed about in surprise, but felt nothing in the way of pain. Slowly yet surely, he was being forced through the tightly grasping muscle via tiny shoves from the flesh. A small bit of air squeezed its way along with him, creating a 'smucking' noise synonyms to a kiss, just as his face managed to break free. At this point he wasn't sure if Grahckheuhl was controlling the body to tease him, or if it had simply been a rather lovely coincidence.

A low and deep growl of intense bliss rumbled through the gigantic body, "oof, feels like a knot has just been untied... ah, the relief! Thank you, whatever you just did in there!" Grahckheuhl proved himself to still be awake with his words, and essentially admitted to Goldelite that he did indeed purposely hold the little one in place for a small bit of teasing interactions.

The little dragon was left with a dorky expression when sliding down the walls of the new fleshy room, being somewhat awestricken by the larger body's devotion to toying with him. Immediately snapping him back to attention would be the sudden and stark difference to air quality from the stomach prior to this new locale. It reeked immensely of death and decay, but not like which one might find out in the wild. Instead it had a much more forceful presence, as if objects were being broken down chemically through a slow and arduous process.

"Hmm, so this means Grah has two stomachs?" Questions popped into Goldelite's mind which he spoke out quietly while probing around.

Proof that this current stomach had much more destructive of attributes flooded the dragon's mind like a hail storm of information. His glowing red markings allowed him to notice the purple flesh had a more bleached appearance, as if the acidic compounds all around stripped it of color. The muscle itself was much less cloudy and buoyant than before, and tougher, to ensure that even the toughest of blades couldn't slice through from the inside out. Even the entrance for the stomach was much less accessible, as instead the sphincter plopped him out from the top, where it remained far out of reach up an unscalable wall.

If one didn't possess any method of sight, then the sounds alone should be enough to let one know where they ended up. Very low gurgling symbolic to an active stomach chimed in every direction. Slow churning 'slorps' of flesh and liquid mixing together with solid objects created an ambient background noise. Pops of air escaping after being trapped beneath the natural liquids happened infrequently enough to be almost startling.

Then, once again, the smells. Goldelite's head swarmed with an overbearing abundance of different sources of scents that he felt dizzy. Through the intensely heavy and thick atmosphere of the stomach, the stench of bile seeping up deep from the stomach's lowest points took precedence. Beyond that it had the most fishy overtone one could ever imagine, one that let him realize food objects sat in the gut for so long that they actually began to ferment. It mixed with citrus fruit to create what he believed, without a doubt, was the absolute worst mixture of smells which could be found in nature. At least for someone with a more normal olfactory sense than his.

Goldelite, in truth, found himself in a state of drunken bliss. Laying there, with folds of flesh wrapping around his sides to as if tuck him into a bed, he took in everything his senses could allow. He couldn't find a single thing revolting in the stomach, as though his brain had been hard wired instead to derive a fascination and gain physical satisfaction from resting inside one of the most hostile environments available.

Staying completely still, the small dragon simply let the stomach go about its business with his body. Muscular contractions pulled him away from the wall he rested against, having him instead lay flat on his back upon the stomach floor, surrounded by the fresh fish which he had joined. He even took a snap at one of the morsels, and in this way, stole a taste of Grahckheuhl's innards. A slight tingling afflicted his tongue, the side effects of him finding a snack out of something which had been bathing in the noxious fluids. It produced a trifle bitterness which spread across his taste buds, but in that same effect, the delicious fish flavor seemed enhanced. It even tasted very faintly sweet. This was like a heaven.

While lazing about, Goldelite gained a feel for how slow Grahckheuhl's metabolism actually proved itself to be. He had expected to eventually bathe in a deep vat of acid, but instead hadn't gained anything more than an extremely thin layer of slimy green substance. Brushing against his belly, an oozing trail of the liquid stretched from his digits to his body. They worked to slowly yet constantly to marinate their prey. For that reason, to the small dragon, it was like resting in a sauna.

Though just as Goldelite began to close his eyes, ready to fall asleep, a rumbling earthquake shook the stomach. It jostled him immensely, forcing him out of the gastric folds, and a spray of liquid flew about in a flurry. Food articles went right along with it, and a particularly large amorphous glob of nearly digested material slopped over the gray dragon.

Standing upright and at full attention, the little cleaner suddenly remembered his duties. Breathing heavily, acrid air filling his lungs to the fullest, he came upon the realization that he almost became one with the fishes. The most dangerous, and at the same time alluring, aspect of Grahckheuhl's stomach and enzymes is that not only did they work to break apart biological objects with tenacity, but they tended to lull their prey into a comforted sleep.

"T-thanks there, big guy, for staying true to your word," Goldelite sputtered, clearing away the slop off his face.

Goldelite realized that Grahckheuhl had likely moved about, unable to feel the little one's movements any longer. Thankfully the large beast settled down swiftly, which allowed Goldelite to at least stand without falling over. However, even without any outside influences, he still had a much more difficult time moving about in the second stomach.

For someone unaccustomed to roaming inside a living creature's gut, attempting to do so for the first time might be similar to walking on smooth ice. Something that Goldelite found out the tough way, or literally soft, as he consistently fell flat on his chest when trying to move around. The acidic substance coating the flesh seemed to defy physics by removing all sources of friction between two objects, and when combined with the natural tide of the flesh moving, made traversing nearly impossible.

Eventually the small dragon managed to find that the best method of locomotion was to slip and fall, but remaining controlled and in style. He simply stood, waiting for the stomach undulations to pass by, before slipping right along with them. In a way he felt like he was trying to control a sail boat, but only he just so happened to be the boat upon a gigantic mass of flesh. After enough of the shock waves took place, he could hear a deep rumbling growl shake the stomach walls.

"I thought I said to clean me out," Clearly laughing, Grahckheuhl seemed nearly unable to contain himself at this point, "I never said a thing about tickling me to death!"

Freezing in place Goldelite nearly fell over, but this time in laughter. He couldn't believe that he found what was possibly where Grahckheuhl may be most ticklish, and in the most unlikely of locations: deep in the stomach. Apparently the sharpness and size of his claws were absolutely perfect for such a feat. A devious grin propagated itself across the gray dragon's face at the realization of his unique find. Flopping down on his belly, he spread his appendages out far and wide, and began to itch in quick gyrations with the tips of his claws.

Grahckheuhl hadn't ever been one to vocalize much, and it shocked Goldelite to hear the aquatic dragon suddenly, and quite literally, roar out in laughter. The stomach soon became a hectic place, filled to the brim of life despite ironically sapping it out of anything which entered, as objects flew about in every direction. It looked like a food fight orchestrated by invisible participants, and it gave a new definition to the term of a flying fish.

Goldelite wasn't exempt from being flung about, but whenever he got the chance, he made sure to get right back and begin tickling the larger dragon from the inside out. Acids splashed every which way, to the point that it felt as though it were raining on occasion. It got to the point though that the little reptile began to tire himself out, and one can only take being thrown against stomach walls so much, even if the flesh cushioned his falls. Eventually he settled down, and the rest of the gut along with him.

"That's..., that is the last time I'm..., raiding a cocoa bean plantation before..., letting you in me!" It seemed that heavy breathing after such an event even made a telepathic creature such as Grahckheuhl need to take breaks between words.

Setting himself up on his haunches, Goldelite couldn't stop snickering, "Did I really just do that? I think I found my new hobby," he said, reaffirming for himself that being inside the digestive chambers of another dragon was apparently normal.

Letting out one final sigh, swiping away a large wad of seaweed that wrapped itself around his face and horns, the trouble-making dragon recomposed himself. Tempted to give just one more tickle but deciding against it, he figured Grahckheuhl was being nice enough by not digesting him. Though when lifting his head to look around, he suddenly realized that his antics may actually have made the cleaning job much easier. Before when he looked, he couldn't find nearly as much food matter laying about as it all seemed sunken into the stomach flab, but now it was plastered across the floor and along the walls.

Shaking himself off, Goldelite finally set off to continue on his work. Eventually he figured out how to walk, at least for the most part, without falling and tickling the great beast too much. Just like on the tongue, he utilized made use of his tail as a broom, sweeping the food he found. Most of what he did find was barely digested fish. Lifting some of them up, he could see that one side would be worn down to the bone, but the topside where acid couldn't get to it as easily remained fairly untouched. Truly the dragon's stomach took its time, if that hadn't already been affirmed by the rotting fish he found strewn about. Even then, he did find a vast wealth of fish bones, left nearly intact, and stripped to a clean white shine thanks to the persistent enzymes.

Much to the cleaner's surprise, however, he found an alarming amount of inorganic matter in the stomach. At points it looked as if he had found hidden shipwrecks, as small wooden boats could be found every so often. Fishing rods often accompanied them, along with skeletal remains. Grahckheuhl certainly proved himself to be a dragon that didn't discriminate against food sources when looking for snacks. But no matter how many remains of other beings he found, they all seemed to be paired somehow with fish. Perhaps the large dragon just didn't notice in his zealous hunts to nab as many fish as possible. Whatever the case may be they all ended up being part of a larger predator in a very personal fashion all the same.

While rummaging through some torn clothing, and pushing away the sails of a boat, Goldelite stood there stunned. A sudden rush of joy broiled up inside him as he actually managed to find his tool belt. Granted, he found it stuck in a giant glob of organic muck, and it was nearly unrecognizable as a result, but nonetheless it was there while being mostly intact. Many of the tools were now missing, lost to the ages in the mess of the stomach. Ironically Grahckheuhl's favorite brushes seemed to be there, and some of the more heinous looking of cleaning hooks gone. Cleaning away as much of the mush from it as possible, the little dragon strapped it on and felt complete once again.

Eventually Goldelite had covered almost all of the stomach, or at least the portions he could reach. The biggest problem he found with Grahckheuhl's gut was that, quite frankly, it was too large. He imagined it would have a better time digesting things closer to its size. Seeing as how most of the food he found was clumped up, if not buried in folds of flesh, the stomach likely tried to do just that. As such he spread out the hills of material, bones, clothing, as a thin layer upon the stomach.

Whenever he found pieces of food stuck to the floor, Goldelite took out one of his brushes, and started scrubbing along. Moving once again to massage, he helped work out kinks in the stomach muscle and flattened them out, to help create a better plane for applying acids to just about anything. Not only that, his soothing actions seemed to spur on extra action from the stomach. It gurgled while springing to life, as the walls shifted and the floors moved with increased speed. Even though the acids were thin and stringy, they managed to pool up in places up to his toes, creating a nice extra bit of warmth to soothe his feet.

There was just one corner of the stomach that Goldelite hadn't checked out, but for obvious reasons. He couldn't go back the way he came, as that wasn't part of the deal, which left the natural exit for the stomach to be the logical solution. He wouldn't have had it any other way, truthfully, as his ventures through the first two stomachs had already piqued his interest to what he might find further on.

Heading over to the last location, the dragon noticed an increased level of muck that he had to shift through. Thinking on it, there hadn't actually been all that much mess in the stomach for him to clean up, but evidently it had all congregated to here even after the tickle incident. Not only that, but everything here was much further along the digestive process. Even some tougher elements, like bones, had softened considerably.

Goldelite found that the stomach actually dipped slightly in this area, creating a sort of well. While everything felt much more wet, as if actually wading through a liquid, he didn't actually find much in the way of acid. Instead it was the nutrient rich and soupy remains of the broken down devoured objects and creatures. Every inch of his movement reminded him, very clearly, that these things used to be living creatures from the smell alone that was released. This vat of digested material was the largest source of the defining scent of the stomach, and it was one that he would have to dive into in order to continue on.

Taking a deep breath, the intrepid dragon dove beneath and into the frothy concoction. The colorless slop that he moved through hid the next sphincter extremely well. Feeling about aimlessly, he was impeded by the goo-like nature of the soup he paddled within. Any of the more solid objects, and non-broken down objects, clung to him like glue as if trying to keep him from continuing on. But, a certain suction suddenly snatched one of his wrists. The flesh parted, and with a sudden slurp, the dragon found himself spiraling down once again.

Despite the prior room's exit being submerged, the next location which Goldelite ended up seemed to be the exact opposite. His shoulders got caught by the sphincter, clamping and holding him in place. It opened every now and again, allowing him to inch through, along with a stream of the liquid from before. While danging, he mapped out his current destination. The anatomy seemed to shift into something that he hadn't ever quite learned about, as the chamber took on what looked like a 'J' shape; unable to see beyond a certain point as the flesh curved away.

Goldelite couldn't observe his surroundings for much longer before falling a couple inches onto the new slime-coated flesh. Just like before, with the second stomach, this liquid had strange sticky yet slick properties. The muscle itself however was much tougher, and the chamber itself much smaller in comparison. It seemed to be the very beginnings to the small intestine, or at least he assumed.

What did confuse the little creature, however, is that he very quickly noticed many inorganic objects laying at the bottom curve of the new area. They remained mostly inert, undisturbed as the flesh stayed unmoving. Small objects such as broken planks of wood, to nails and other metal objects, were covered in a thick mass of the bright green liquid.

Every few seconds, he felt a spray of liquid followed by a few extra trinkets raining down from above, adding themselves to the mound of seemingly indigestible material with a distinct gurgling rumble. Shaking his head repeatedly, curiosity got the better of him, as he stuck a paw into the gooey pile to dislodge and pull something out. Shivering slightly, the texture couldn't quite be placed, with it possessing an almost gelatine outer layer and a runny interior.

Grabbing at a metal sheet, failing at shaking off a majority of the persistent enzymes, Goldelite tried to figure out what it may once have been. It seemed like the metallic hull of a ship, or at least perhaps it was in the past. Once sharp edges seemed to have dulled dramatically, while the rest had become brittle and rusted. After a while of holding it still for too long, it even began to bend in his paw, as if it had been heated to near its melting point.

A sudden itching sensation spread forth from the metal object Goldelite held, prompting him to quickly shake it away. The same feeling sprouted around his paws and bottom of his tail which rested upon the fleshy floor. Hopping about in surprise, he looked down to notice that his claws didn't appear quite as sharp as they once had been. His scales which had been in contact with the strange liquid possessed an unnatural lustrous shine, but lost a slight bit of feeling as his scales appeared to be oddly smooth.

The chamber may not have looked it at first, he soon came to realize that this area actually was a sort of third stomach, designed specifically to very swiftly break down and make manageable the toughest materials. At least it explained why Grahckheuhl never feared devouring indigestible objects. Unfortunately Goldelite found himself to be very much digestible. Tossing away and shaking to rid himself of any built up goop, he hurried along right after.

At least the little dragon thought himself to be, but as he scampered along the winding fleshy tunnel, he found himself perhaps not as susceptible as first suspected. By now the tender flesh of his under-paws would have been worn down, but they remained mostly unharmed. The claws were shortened, and partially polished, but no actual pain came from such. Even his scales didn't display too much damage, and pausing for a moment to look himself over, he found himself to have overreacted a little.

The only thing that fell to the ill wills of the digestive tract was Goldelite's belt, which seemed to be melting off his waistline at this point. However this seemed more due to a combination of acids from the previous stomach and the enzymes of the current, if nothing else. Watching it slide off his hindquarters once again, it made a splash in the chyme that ran down the center of the fleshy tract. He recognized it as the nutritious slurry from earlier. Perhaps wading through that was what helped him stay a bit more protected. Regardless of such, he made sure to save at least Grahckheuhl's favorite brush, biting and keeping it safely hidden inside his own mouth.

Taking a slower pace, Goldelite moved along much more casually to take in the surroundings a little better. The further he went on, the less inorganic matter he actually found in solid form. Metal objects and wooden planks became one with the liquid, running along and making it slightly more viscous. Most of the solid objects he did find happened to be glass, but even that had become rounded and softened to the point of being harmless even if lodged into the fleshy walls of the beast.

Further down the path, the dragon began to notice a shift in the liquid's composition. It kept transitioning to a thicker form, as yellow splotches appeared in greater frequency. It squished between his toes like wet mud, clinging to his softened scales. The fleshy pathway also became tighter, and where Goldelite could comfortably turn around in place beforehand, he soon wouldn't be able to stand perpendicular with the pathway.

As the air grew more stale, Goldelite noticed himself standing in front of a lazily yawning sphincter. It never fully closed, which allowed some preliminary investigation to where he would be headed next. Poking his head through, grabbing onto the bundled muscle with his forepaws, he noticed that it actually lead to a small pocket of flesh. Another sphincter within reaching distance revealed itself, albeit closed with much greater defiance. Losing his footing as the flesh contracted, the little creature clumsily fell forward.

Much to Goldelite's surprise, the room he entered happened to be much larger than first meets the eye. It didn't have much lateral space, being quite cramped in that regard, but it presented itself as a mighty thick pit of yellowish foam on the surface. It had a spongy texture opposed to everything else being much more runny, but still not strong enough to actually hold his body weight. Tumbling through such, he found himself beneath the yellow surface, and back into a much more familiar liquid.

Water, at least heavily mixed with mucous, welcomed the small dragon with grace. Here, Goldelite noticed with aid from his glowing markings, glistening metal flakes collected on the bottom of the fleshy vat. A tiny hole presented itself on the flooring, which quickly quivered shut after staying open for just the blink of an eye. With enough space to swim, he hurried down with puffed cheeks, holding his breath.

Running his claws against the floor, Goldelite felt the texture of what was similar to a metallic dust lining the wrinkled flesh. Evidently the stomach sorted out the heavy metals by allowing them to sink down into the next step for digestion. However, unlike anywhere else, the dragon found himself much too large to actually fit through. Pushing here and there, massaging against the slick walls, the flap which led down never actually opened any wider. Like a stalwart gatekeeper, it completely ignored his presence, as if blissfully unaware.

Goldelite soon ran out of oxygen reserves in his lungs, realizing such and flailing around in a small panic as a result. He overestimated how much breathable air he actually took in before diving down, as no matter the case, the precious gas was in low quantity just due to nature of being so deep inside another dragon. Opening his mouth to prepare for taking another deep breath in, he made sure to get sample the rich flavors of the water if for no other reason than just the experience alone.

Coughing, not even the dragon was prepared for the water to have such a horrendous flavor despite everything he had tasted previously. It was the exact opposite of what one looked for in a refreshing drink; stale, sour, while being excessively fatty and oily. Shaking his head off, snorting out clumps of the floating yellow liquid, it suddenly dawned on him. He was actually floating in a vat of fat.

Upon that realization came a splatter of liquid from the third stomach Goldelite tumbled from previously. A certain threshold had been met, as the lazy sphincter finally began to close, locking him inside the strange chamber. The walls around him slowly squeezed together, as he felt a current tugging at his tail and feet. Water emptied at a quickened rate, as he was smooshed with the fat. It came to the point that he could barely move, despite the walls being so slick, but it was then that a pressure finally began to tug him along. Somewhere inside the vast fat another sphincter opened. Muscles behind him quickly spasmed, sending him through, ready or not, with his hindpaws leading the way.

Goldelite entered a new region laying on his back and gliding along the flesh as if headed along a slide. For the most part he shot forward, curving left and right between corners, with small dips downwards to keep his speed. Eventually he was forced to go upwards, as the fleshy tube contorted and twisted around itself. He slowed in due time, and with that, he better felt the globules of matter that entered into the new area along with him. Coming nearly to a stop, he felt the flesh sag beneath him ever so slightly.

Taking a deep breath, the little gray snout tip pressed against the soft muscle tissue, he gained a scent masked partially by the natural slime found along the walls. Literally no trace of the outside world was recognized, being that of a powerful alien iconic stench native to a creature's bowels. It became a wonder he even managed to continue breathing, what with a mask of slime over his nostrils and a seeming lack of any oxygen.

Grasping around with his hands, squishing through the yellow gunk that traveled alongside his body, Goldelite noticed the undulating muscles possessed a glossy striped texture. Without a doubt, he finally began exploring the intestines. The little creature found out that, instead of exploring, the gut did that for him. He simply lay there as his body bent in the direction the one-way path escorted him. Laying totally limp, the upper small intestine rolled along, mimicking movements that a worm might make while moving. It wrapped around his small torso with just enough pressure to feel like a warming embrace, yet pushed with enough force every few seconds to make sure he didn't stay still.

Petting along the walls, after all that took place beforehand, Goldelite harkened this area to be therapeutic. Oils and fats being carried along with him were constantly applied to every inch of his body, just like a professional massage therapist might, albeit with a much different type of oil. A small smile creased his face, and in a way, he also found a sort of pride. Just by merely existing, he was aiding in the digestion of the larger dragon, as his body worked as a sort of block to ensure that everything beyond him was being pushed ahead as well. Wiggling about right after that thought, a new digestive agent entered the scene.

Secreting from the walls, a bubbly liquid began coating Goldelite in thin layers. Sort of foamy, yet runny enough to etch itself in the smallest of cracks, the substance stripped the smaller dragon of the oils that he had been bathing in for so long. Where ingested fatty clumps had been thick and obstructing, they became much more runny in texture. Each peristaltic wave of the muscles ensured this new pattern continued.

Goldelite was almost lost in the pleasure of being carried along, nearly ignorant of what took place around him. He had gone from swimming about in a putrid pool mimicking itself like a spa for small creatures such as himself, to a seemingly endless cavity that massaged down every single aching joint and clump of muscle in his body. Not only that, but with the new emulsifying substance the body used to digest and break apart the otherwise sturdy fats and oils, it became akin to a bubble bath.

Unknowingly this surge of joy worked to the little cleaner's advantage. Like a happy hatchling he began swiping his tail back and forth, wagging the tail tip with with great frequency. It managed to poke itself, as he traveled along, into the nooks and crannies which naturally formed in the intestinal walls, helping to pull out wads of fat that had become caked and hidden in the flesh. His little toes massaged the muscle whenever he curled and stretched them out as a sign of deep relaxation; a lazy gesture soothing and helping the larger body around him to work with greater efficiency and speed.

Over time the liquid composition inside the long tube began to change, creating a horrid concoction meant to break down the most stubborn of natural chemical bonds; ones that, luckily for Goldelite, didn't much care that he existed. He instead worked as a great boon for the processes at hand, for when new digestive fluids spewed forth from the walls to cover him, he simply helped spread and push them along.

Twisting through the endless tunnels, Goldelite felt his body becoming almost numb from having muscular contractions massage and soothe him for so long. They spread across his scales like coats of oil, completely harmless, as they were not at all meant to tear apart proteins. He already evaded such from the stomachs, and in a way, this was almost a reward for doing so.

All track of time had been lost while the larger dragon's gut carried Goldelite along. He lost count of how many times he switched directions, or the other times that it felt like he went for loops and circles. But, after a while, he finally began to notice something vaguely different. The walls around him became somewhat lazier, despite his ministrations never ceasing. For the first time he finally opened his eyes, cutely yawning as if having been disturbed from a mid afternoon's nap.

About the only thing Goldelite could see was the purple-ish flesh pushing itself against his face. Immediately coating him in a slurry of the gastric juices, their origins unknown, and he had to shake his head and blink repeatedly just to try and rid himself them. This was a fruitless effort, as it would just be re-applied nearly immediately, though he was able to at least sneak glimpses of other things. Stretching his legs, the sensations as well had actually began to transition rather rapidly; not so much in the muscular structure, but the food around him.

In particular, the cleaner-dragon couldn't find any trace of the yellowish fat globs that he had entered with. Even when looking down his belly, straight ahead into the clenched, muscle that carried him, there were none in sight. What he thought had just been acidic substances building up under his body actually seemed to be the broken down remains that had entered with him.

After just a few minutes, the putrid gray liquid began raising in level considerably. At a certain point Goldelite felt as if he could float in it. With more of a consistency of tar, he realized that it had a much wider composition of materials than a normal creature's diet; fibers, thicker proteins, and even the remnants of metal and glass which had snuck past seemed to make up this area. It slopped about with the muscular contractions, creating a constant gurgling for him to listen to.

Though soon enough the muscular walls opened up wider, as if finally transitioning from the small intestine. A steep slope took him by surprise, and even if it lasted for a single blink of an eye, the tube around him took on a vastly different appearance. For a moment he believed that he entered some sort of giant chamber, like a hidden and out of place fourth stomach, but in reality he noticed the intestinal walls expanded considerably in size. Despite that fact, he found himself floating in a lake of near fully digested objects, indiscernible after all they went through, with lingering enzymes still gnawing away at any last bits of food.

It didn't ever feel as if the liquid levels lowered, despite Goldelite hearing the body around him churn at a constant rate. Muscles constricted, squeezing to the point of confining him inside of a tight corridor once more, but then they spread apart back to their widened state. What confirmed the processes continued, even if it didn't appear as such, was how a waterfall of liquid splattered over his head after every undulation. Each time that downpour took place, the heavy scents renewed themselves, refreshing the harsh stale and acidic atmosphere.

Something tugged awkwardly at the little dragon's tiny toes during one of the wave-like passes of the flesh. He didn't think much of it, but the sensation intensified over time. He pulled back, having a hard time wading in the thick mass, though without much avail; it simply continued, with increasing presence. At one point he swore he felt something wrap around his foot with a slimy and rubbery texture that caused shivers to crawl along his spine. Taking a deep breath, a sense of uncertainty flooded his mind.

Goldelite breathing inwards turned out to be the correct course of action, as something suctioned him down below the surface of the liquid. It felt like a powerful current which had formed between contractions of muscles, slurping him downwards to continue him along in a biological process. With limited vision, his light being impeded by the murky liquids, his eyes went wide and flailed in surprise.

The little dragon had some understanding of internal anatomy, and that villi lined the walls of the intestinal tract. More likely than not, those microscopic objects were what helped create any form of friction in the slick environment. What he found now, however, resembled something along the lines of a tentacle, whipping about aimlessly in the liquids. Several others stretched out from the muscular lining, flowing freely and with a certain glee, seemingly attempting to snatch anything that might be large enough for such.

At this point Goldelite began wondering if Grahckheuhl was some form of alien. Much of the internal body structure represented something at least vaguely similar to other life of the planet, barring several anomalies. Yet as he was shaken about, more tentacles latching around his scaly hide, it became a foregone conclusion in his mind that his friend was of extraterrestrial origins.

Thoughts of where the big blue dragon may have come from, or why he may have even chosen the planet to begin with, were literally shaken from Goldelite's mind. The fleshy extensions of the intestinal walls didn't actually throw him about harshly enough to cause any harm to his body, but it certainly became worrying as even more joined in on the effort. They came from the depths, as if the flesh created more of them on demand, perhaps thinking they needed to wrangle in a large foreign object that should otherwise have been broken down long ago.

Wherever the tendrils touched on Goldelite's body, he felt a particular slime left behind which seemed to repel all other liquids of the gut. Thankfully for him, the muscular walls never ceased in their contractions, which miraculously allowed him to gain tiny pockets of air trapped between the flesh as his face was smooshed between. It became apparent that as the tentacles slithered away while others grabbed in the same place, it seemed as though he was being moved. Along with such, he felt oddly clean. It was as if, on some microscopic level, the objects functioned all the same as normal sized villi.

What Goldelite found particularly fascinating to watch, when his head wasn't being constrained by a hug, was how the fleshy extensions retreated back into the walls which had spawned them. The body appeared to be overreacting, similarly to an allergic reaction, to his presence. Without a doubt it was sucking up all of the nutrients along his body, while replacing them with a gel that ensured none more would cling between his scales. Every so often he barred his teeth, due to the incessant probing of the tentacles, only to have them brush along harmlessly. In a way he was being cleaned the same way he did to the larger dragon's mouth earlier. Releasing a few bubbles of air, he struggled to hold back a laugh at the irony of it; a cleaner being cleaned by his customer in the dirtiest of places.

At some point it had to end, and Goldelite knew it was quickly approaching. Every single inch of his torso, including some of the most tough-to-reach places around the legs, had been applied with a thin layer of goop which the rubbery appendages of the intestinal lining produced. The tentacles, as a result, slowed down their flurry of movements, almost confused on what to do with the large object within their grasp. They lazily pushed him along, as if wishing to discard a clean dinner plate. More of them retreated, uninterested with his form, where he watched as they were seemingly absorbed entirely by the muscles which spawned them. Just a single tendril remained, defiantly swishing his tail around in its grasp.

A very familiar suction, unlike what took place earlier in this alien chamber, began nibbling at the tiny gray toes. Much tighter than all others, however, a sphincter presented itself. Rather, the singular tentacle presented him to the bundled wall of muscle tissue. With a quick tug, he found himself sinking between the lips of flesh. Bubbles of air rippled past his body, and without even entering he concluded that the next area was not likely nearly as wet as the current.

After a few more sudden tugs, the tentacle forcing the little gray dragon along, the sphincter finally yielded, at least somewhat, as it felt more akin to literally being absorbed by the flesh itself with how tightly he had to be squeezed through. Uniquely enough, it had a cotton pillow texture, like it had been somehow comprised of gel at the same time. Flesh smacked and slurped against his body messily and noisily, sounds of such ringing in his ears through the thick liquid.

The tentacle slowly uncoiled itself around Goldelite's tail. While slipping away, he could have sworn it gave him a very light pat on the head. Confused, he was left without time to think about such while being pulled through the tight doorway. Able to feel himself dangling, he began to wiggle intensely. Pushing with his forepaws around the flesh, he massaged in the process to help aid the larger body. Such actions had become second nature in assuring his passage.

Flopping out like a fish out of water, the scaled creature lay upon relatively dry flesh. Before he could register anything else, he coughed and gagged harshly in utter surprise from the smells which lingered in this area. The atmosphere was somewhat drier than normal, yet just as thick as ever; a powerful gaseous odor assaulting from all directions flooded his consciousness. Eyes watering from the overwhelming impact of such, he couldn't do anything more than slap his tail in the little puddle of liquid that formed around him.

Goldelite struggled to move, as the scents around buffeted him more harshly than anything else yet uncovered. Still, with tears forming around the lids of his eyes, his brain processed the likely location being the large intestine. Wanting to just stay there, curled up, the muscles in his legs defied the commands of his brain to move. Sniffing about, both unable to get enough of it to sate his curiosity, yet gaining enough to flood his senses, the scents at least became slightly more tolerable while he acclimated to its ambiance. Licking his chops, gaining the bitter-sweet flavor of that gel which the tentacles applied, he finally mustered enough will to take a peek at his location

Stunned, his eyes aglow, Goldelite shook his head and allowed his red markings to die down and cease providing light; It was no longer needed, for the new area he entered created a soft, luminescent blue glow. The thick ring-like formation created in the rounded and wide circumference of the muscle had a calming appearance as a result, immediately helping soothe him just by taking it all in. Oddly and unexpectedly the flesh felt much hotter than usual. Evidently the light being given off possessed very warm properties, despite having such a dull and soothing tone.

Rolling off his back and hopping onto all four feet to finally walk for himself again, the new section of intestinal tract allowed Goldelite free range of movement. He brushed against the ground with his forepaws, as if trying to find out just how the flesh around him lit up. All he could tell was that the muscle was hardened and tough, yet a gooey and soft membrane covered and protected it, enabling it to still feel just as soft and pliable as anywhere else in the digestive tract.

While looking forward, Goldelite felt as if he had entered some form of alternate dream reality. Ever so subtly the muscular walls contracted, creating a shallow wave-like structure as he stared down what looked like miles of flesh. Slime which clung to muscle shimmered with those movements, watching, as at times gigantic globules stretched from the ceiling, molding themselves into oozing piles on the floor below.

For the first time since the very beginning of his trek, just like the first stomach, the dragon found himself able to simply stand in place and take in the sights as he wished. Nothing rushed him, but at the same time nothing held him in place. No noxious fluids threatened to tear him apart, nor was he covered from head to toe in any substance. All he had now was a gigantic living cavern to traverse, complete with an ambient light, to as well spare him any extra usage of energy.

Taking a final deep breath to mark the beginning of the end for his journey, he reminisced on what his actual job had been all along. Dropping the brush hidden beneath the tongue, and catching it in a forepaw, he angled it to look over its bent and misshapen form. The bristles had become horribly distorted, the polished wood handle bent awkwardly, and the metal link which held it to his tool belt was melted off and digested. At least now he knew to bring much more heavy duty of cleaning utensils.

Beginning to walk once more, Goldelite made sure to position the brush downwards to help give Grahckheuhl's body one final brushing no matter where he walked. Even though it was just a straight shot path, ignoring any bends in the road, he walked in zigzags and long arcs. He intended to clean up and break apart anything which clung to the walls around him.

The muscle didn't act too overtly to Goldelite's happenings, despite the rest of the body having done such. In a way it was sort of eerie for him, as if something was waiting to grasp at him from the shadows. But as he walked along, splattering liquid that pooled between the ringed structure of the muscle, he realized it wasn't actually water that he trodded through, or even a built-up volume of mucous, but actually waste in liquid form. Even here it was likely being further processed, as every last ounce of useful nutrients were absorbed via the intestinal lining.

Every so often Goldelite had to make a sharp turn to continue along the hallow passageway. Soft vibrations could be felt beneath his feet, shaking the ever thinning pools of liquid with every second. Low gurgling ruptured forth from below, with the churning sounds being muffled by layers of flesh. Just past the soft, yet seemingly impenetrable walls, was the rest of the body that he had literally just passed through. It was humbling for him to realize that he had actually traveled through so much of the larger dragon's body, and now was able to hear it from a slightly different perspective.

Goldelite got down low, smiling, unable to help himself but to give some slow and long pets to some of the more flabby portions of muscle. Nuzzling along with a soft lick, he couldn't help but feel somewhat connected to the body. It wasn't every day one could go through the body of a dragon and make it out relatively scot-free. Even if the flavors that graced his tongue caused him to grimace, it made him happy just being able to actually sample such exotic sensations upon his tongue.

Yet with every extra bit of movement, Goldelite couldn't help but notice the large intestine acting with a bit more force. He could visibly see the glowing walls coming down to squeeze, yet unable to grab 'round his relatively small torso. It wasn't until a few more contractions that he suddenly felt the walls begin to vibrate with sudden ferocity. Once again similar to an earthquake, he lost his footing, falling flat on his chest.

It was now that Goldelite heard a large booming rumble. Blinking, he realized it must have been Grahckheuhl getting up to move. Crawling along, the little dragon tried to get up and move as well, but struggled in doing so as the actions of the larger creature overruled it all. The muscle seemed to capitalize on the wiggling and helpless creature, helping to push him along in tandem with the vibrations. Being unable to react, he noticed a steep and sudden pit in the flesh. Unlike every other time, it remained wide open, allowing his small body to easily fall right on in.

All of the light which the small creature had been accustomed to had faded from view as he fell with a heavy splat into a much smoother flesh sac. Looking up, all he could see was complete darkness, as if the light never existed in the first place. It all felt like one big dream, which caused him to focus entirely on his new area.

For all intents and purposes Goldelite's new area felt like a storage container of sorts, and rightly smelt like one. Thick strands of slime covered the walls, coating him in thick layers as the muscle squeezed and warped around his body, as if feeling and preparing him for something much larger at hand.

It wasn't until the dragon noticed a thin ray of light peeking through below his feet that he realized where he had ended up. Being forced to curl up into a tight ball, the unrelenting muscles squeezing harsher and with more frequency, he prepared for a very heavy landing; after all, he had been processed through the entire digestive tract. There was only one logical outcome of such, and he held his breath once more in preparation.

With a low grunt being heard somewhere outside, and sharper contractions rippling in every direction, Goldelite felt the soft floor below him suddenly crackle as liquid spread apart with the natural motions of the flesh. Dangling, for just a few brief seconds, he was given time to prepare for the sudden rush of colder outside air in relation to what he had become accustomed to on the inside. He was finally to be set free as a ball of slime.

Less than gracefully, Goldelite felt himself flop down onto a surprisingly soft and cushioned ground; sand, with the sound of watery waves nearby, letting him know he had been deposited onto a beach. Looking up, he blushed, for he was greeted by the view of a rather mighty and large green rump. Even as the purple pucker retracted, hiding itself, those sights that only a toned quadrupedal dragon could posses made Goldelite feel a bit light headed.

Rubbing off his face, the small dragon opened up his eyes to see that the endearing view had been replaced with the large and familiar blue muzzle. Nosing at him, Grackheuhl flicked his jaw-fins quickly in place, clearly pleased to see what had come safely out of his body.

"Well, long time no see there, Golde." Chuckling with that iconic growl, Grahckheuhl seemed to be in a cheery state, "you had me worried. It's been a few days since I felt anything from you!"

Shock spread across Goldelite's face upon hearing those words, "Days?! What, but, how? It barely even felt like a few hours!"

Thinking on it, the gray dragon actually did feel somewhat woozy. Not directly from any form of digestive fluid taking its toll on him, but rather from not having adequate sleep. Combining that with having only eaten rotten or digested objects, with sparse amounts of water, he suddenly realized he probably didn't look so good. Raising up a paw to look at himself, his gray scales had faded, as if the color had been eaten away.

"Mmh, you must have done mighty fine job at cleaning me up. I won't lie, Golde, I actually feel clean and refreshed! It's like my system has been purged. You're a miracle worker."

Chuckling, Goldelite felt a little odd at hearing such. Thinking on it, he actually didn't really do all that much scrubbing. The digestive tract seemed to do a fine enough job on its own, though witnessing such wasn't something he was about to complain about any time soon. He thought it best to not share the fact that he mostly lazed about for better portion of the ride.

"Uhm, well, it really wasn't that big of a deal! I mean, you're big and all, but...," Goldelite sputtered a bit, trying to act as if it was nothing. Mostly because he knew that's all of what he did, for the most part.

"But, Grah, if I may ask? You didn't...," Coughing a bit, Goldelite felt a bit awkward asking. "Well, have much waste, you know? I mean, anything else that came out! Don't make any jokes about me, now!"

Grahckheuhl, chuckling once again, simply shook his head. "Waste not, want not, friend. Seems a bit silly to eject things you ate in high quantities.

The large dragon's words led a bit of insight onto how his bodily processes functioned. Even if they were excruciatingly slow, Goldelite realized he experienced an expedited process because he could actually move on his own free will, and it let him know that the body was extremely efficient at what it did do: digest, and absorb every bit of energy it possibly could. Even from normally lethal objects. Glass and heavy metals didn't even pose a threat, and in fact likely just strengthened the large dragon rather well.

"Oh, and by the way, Golde?" Grahckheuhl paused for a second, to make sure he had his friend's attention. "I'll stop by next week. There's a big fishing convention that Stomach Space Transport is hosting, and being its sole owner, I'm going to be quite busy at it."

Goldelite simply stared at him, eyelids closed slightly in confusion as to why that might be relevant to him. Even though Grahckheuhl didn't possess the muscles to display much emotion on the face, he still managed to break through a rather devious smile. Looking at that, Goldelite's eyes went wide at the realization.

"... So, I'm gonna need some help with that. At least, the end result. I know I can count on you now. Hope you bring my favorite brush again!"

"Grah?" Chuckling, Goldelite had to pause. He was excited at the prospect of exploring that body once again, but the thought of so much food being in there frightened him. It was already a large enough mess. "Just what are you, anyways?"

"A very satisfied customer. So much, in fact, that you'd fit... inside my company... absolutely perfectly. Consider it a direct promotion to what you already do!"

With those words, Grahckheuhl suddenly launched himself over the smaller dragon. Kicking up a flurry of sand on the beach, Goldelite closed his eyes to shield himself, as a heavy splash of water was heard. Opening his eyes once more, the ocean dragon wasn't anywhere to be seen. He was left confused and baffled.

"Stomach Space Transport? Hired? I..., ugh. Oh, fish sticks."

Sighing out and flopping his head down on the sand, Goldelite let the waves lap around his muzzle. Slowly breathing in and out, all he could smell was the remnants of that gigantic dragon's gut inside of his nostrils; the fresh salty scent of the ocean air unable to penetrate the thick scents. All he knew is that it was time to sleep, for evidently, he had to prepare himself for a much larger job.