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Peering around the edge of a large cave entrance, precariously balancing on the ledge nearby, a man scanned the immediate surroundings. No signs of life made itself present, so he jumped over and into it, finding it safe enough.

Joan, a young man, eloped with a sense for treasure and left behind normal life. He looked something more of a cross between being a beggar and thief. Bound in old and dusty clothing, with a large yet limp sack slung over his back; he had come a long distance to find this cave. Riches could be found inside, so he was told, but only when just on the cusp of winter. Otherwise, from spring until autumn, a fire breathing dragon guarded the hoard.

The only time a human could venture up the mountain safely was when the dragon had left, and the precious couple days where the weather remained safe enough to warrant a climb. It had been Joan's moment to shine; from rags to riches in a single day.

The air inside the cave was unreasonably warm, especially considering the cool season and altitude. It certainly felt like a dragon still lived in the cave.

But the people of the nearby village wouldn't lie, would they? They seemed afraid enough of the dragon. No, perhaps afraid wasn't the correct word, but rather respected. They respected its presence, and stayed far enough away that the beast wouldn't prey on them. How else would they know its routines. They even knew the dragon's name, 'Kul', or at least that's what they called it.

So he ventured inwards, brazen and out in the open in the middle of the cave. He took a moment to admire the rock walls. Everything was filed down to a glossy shine; where another cave of equal size would be jagged and uncomfortable, this one was smooth and polished. A soft and warm mixture of peat and moss adorned the ground at fixed intervals, as though by design.

Though none of that mattered as Joan stared ahead in awe. A pile of treasure sat at the back of the cave, stretching from both sides, as though it were pouring from the walls. There appeared to be some junk mixed in oddly enough. As he approached he noticed most of it likely had some use at least. Woven blankets and clothes, a book here or there, and even some strange looking trinkets and toys. Maybe dragons attached value to personal objects the same way as humans, Joan chuckled and thought to himself_._

None of the junk mattered to him. The amount of wealth from the riches present was undeniable. Edging closer he sat down the sack with a flump, and knelt in disbelief. The amount of money he could get from even a handful was absurd.

"Years of poverty! Years of begging for scraps! Gone, no more," Joan shouted and rejoiced as his eyes watered with joy. He noticed a particular glimmer right in front of him. A broad orange colored jewel, intricately carved to look like scales sat near there just begging to be taken. I bet I could get everything I've ever wanted just from this.

Lurching down and grabbing it, Joan wrapped his fingers around the edges to find a hold. It was bigger than he expected. Probing around, coins clinked about him as he upset the balance they had, but he just couldn't find purchase. This thing was huge, whatever sort of jewel it was, and that made him want it all the more.

It didn't strike him as odd until a few moments later that, despite him assuming it was a valuable gemstone, the thing was soft. Firm, yes, but it had a bit of give to it. Not only that but, unlike the gold and silver clattering around his arms, this thing was warm. Warmer than him even, now that he held still for a moment just to feel it up a little better.

"No," Joan whispered, as his eyes widened. Fear began to slowly rise up from the pit of his gut.

A furious blast of metal clattered all around him, with coins and goblets raining down. A monstrous reptilian head poised up, alert and scanning. A single green eye looked down at him. A dragon's eye.

The dragon was still here! Joan had to leave. He knew he had to leave, or at least his brain did, but his body refused to respond. Instead he stammered some words of apology, shaking while sitting back and simply staring back at the eye. He looked up and down the face; the dragon had a brilliant mane, and a beard that went down along his jaw and ended in a thick point at the chin. Was it an Oriental breed that had migrated west?

Two great wings unfurled themselves and shook the treasure off itself. Never mind, he thought. Definitely a western breed. It moved, slowly, never taking its eye off Joan.

Joan stared. Kul stared back. It didn't seem angry at the presence of the human, but it also didn't have the look of open hospitality.

"Well?" The dragon abruptly asked. His voice was deep, resounding through the cave with power behind it, yet that seemed mostly a consequence of his size. He wasn't angry. "You needn't stop, if you're going to be that way," he finally said after a pause of what felt like an eternity for the human.

Joan kept staring. He didn't know what Kul meant. He didn't have to stop stealing treasure? That's what he was doing after all, wasn't it? Granted he never actually got anything put into that bag of his, and was simply feeling up what he thought was-- it dawned on him. And he realized it all too late.

One moment he was looking at the ceiling of the cave, with the dragon's head right below it. The next he saw that object, which he thought was a orange jewel at first, but was in fact the dragon's hindpaw. And in the next instance his vision was obscured almost entirely. Everything shadowed by the giant foot of a giant winged reptile.

This is it, he thought. Crushed to death by a dragon. Merely stepped on like a bug, and nothing more. Smeared across the ground without a second thought! His breathing became feverous, and everything felt abnormally warm. He placed his hands upwards, against the bottom of the foot, as though it would help keep it from falling down any more.

Much to his surprise, it did not fall further after all. He laid there for at least five minutes, with neither him or the dragon moving. Was Kul sparing me, he realized? Or did he think that maybe I was already dead? He moved his hands to the sides, but just as he did, the foot came down a little lower. Pressure mounted over the entirety of his body. The foot was at least as big as him, if not larger. He really was a bug.

Still it didn't actually crush him. "You needn't stop," Joan repeated the dragon's words aloud to himself. He moved his hands once again, though this time up and against the foot. Mostly he gave a gentle push here and there, as if trying to communicate that he didn't want to be under here. Or in the very least he didn't want to be stepped on.

Kul pushed back wherever Joan pressed his hands. "Wait, you don't mean," he let out a sigh of relief along with those words. "You just want me to give you foot massage? Are you kidding me?" Joan didn't know whether or not to laugh or cry. Systematically he was happy that he was going to live, but on the flip side he had to demean himself by using his entire body to please just the underside of some dragon's foot.

The hindpaw could be felt pushing down now with its entirety. Joan could hear a couple of his bones crack this time, and it became fairly uncomfortable. He was safe, but it was a warning. "Alright! Fine, I'll do it!" He shouted. He wasn't even sure if Kul had heard him from before, but he made sure the dragon heard those words.

Clenching his fingers, digging them between the patterns of the scales, Joan began a massage that this dragon would remember. Fear still gripped him, but it no longer paralyzed him. There wasn't any way to get out of this other than by doing what the dragon wanted. Bravery backed his actions now. He pushed the bottoms of his palms deep into the scaly undersides, together at first, before spreading them out to cover more surface area. He started near his head before working along the paw, following is curvature.

Kul released some of the pressure on Joan, and it let him know he was doing a good job. He breathed a sigh of relief once again, but continued on. The paw rocked over him, slowly, and never quite met the same pressure as before. This however allowed for better appreciation for the anatomy of that foot, and the sort of environment it created for him. The air temperature seemed to continually rise, causing him to sweat a little in the presence of the fire dragon, but not quite enough to make him entirely uncomfortable.

In a way it even felt nice to Joan. With the soft and thin vegetation on the ground he could almost describe it as relaxing. While he reached down to his midsection, rubbing his fingers along what he found were softer parts of the paw, it pressed down slightly against his face. The scales were certainly tough, but they weren't hard. They molded over his face gently, but it made breathing a little difficult.

Taking a deep breath in through his mouth at the same time caused his tongue to push out of the mouth, it having been an awkward angle the paw put his head, and after a moment he realized he licked the bottom of it. It was an accident, and he felt gross for doing so, but it didn't taste bad. In fact, he wondered something, and licked again. It had a distinct earthy flavor, almost like too-strong tea, and a metallic aftertaste. He found himself stealing another taste just as his nose barely wedged between two scales. For the first time since the ordeal began he breathed through his nose instead of the mouth. There was barely any scent at all, other than what matched the flavors dancing along his tongue. The dragon was clean, didn't exude unpleasant odors, was dry, and even somewhat soft.

Without realizing what he was doing, the massages changed from being angry and somewhat erratic to being much slower and careful to what they were doing. Joan wasn't massaging because he had to, but because he wanted to. He could barely even believe it himself: he was just minutes ago quivering and fearing for his life. Now he was actually enjoying the dragon's presence?

The sound of coins sliding around could be heard. Kul was changing positions, and that made itself clearly once the foot lifted away to reveal Joan beneath.

Though Joan couldn't see anything but the thick plated scales on the underbelly of dragon. It moved over him, striking him with awe. Something that big, and presumably holding more power than a hundred or even a thousand men, was moving right above him. His eyes went wide, and a blush took over his face, as he took a glance to the area between the dragon's legs. With a sheath and package like that, he realized, the regal tone of Kul's voice made much more sense.

But the eye candy didn't last. Another foot came down upon Joan's body. He had been laying there flat for who knows how long. It must have looked as though he were practically begging to have another paw pressed against his body, especially with the flustered expression he had been presenting. No wonder Kul didn't say a thing, Joan thought, seeing something like that.

This time Joan's face was positioned near the top of the paw, just below the toes. It was undeniably softer, being right in the pit and balls of the foot. Wiggling back and forth, he snuggled his face between them, and without a second thought gave a few series of licks. The flavor was the same, the heat slightly higher, pressure mounting slightly more, and felt absolutely spectacular above it all.

He had been allotted enough space to move his hands up and around to hug at the foot. His arms squeezed as he smooshed his cheek against the scales. Kul leaned his foot down, and once again Joan heard some bones in his body crack, but it didn't hurt. In fact it actually felt good in its own right, a little uncomfortable pressure, but the way the foot pressed around his body made it all worthwhile. He could feel his face creating a crease in the softer sections of the paw, almost as if he pushed against an extremely dense pillow.

Kul kept pushing down, and Joan kept pushing up. He wanted to be as close to that foot as possible, throwing caution and self preservation out the window. Squirming around, he managed to just barely get his hands back below, and he massaged with all his might.

The sensation of lactic acid burned in Joan's arms. It had been an arduous task just to get his limbs between him and the paw thanks to the pressure of it coming down on him, but he fought past it. Just like with his face, his hands pushed into the plusher section, manipulating the scales slightly, and gave a slow and outright sensual massage. His thumbs squeezed and fingers clenched, pulling and pushing against the muscle and flesh hidden beyond the scales, sculpting and shifting what little of the paw he could.

Wiggling a little, Joan managed to move his position just enough that he felt the top of his head clenched between two long toes. Twitching and squirming to get his head free from the underside of the foot, he managed to squish his face between the digits. Twisting about, he smeared himself in against them, breathing heavily.

Kul rewarded his efforts by squeezing the two toes together, rolling Joan's head up and down between them. He was released for a brief moment from that vice grip before a single digit came and squeezed his head between it and the ground. His face was utterly plastered against the toe. His breathing became ragged as the amount of respect for the dragon jumped tenfold. This creature was controlling him, able to push back at every ounce of strength he could muster, with nothing more than the tip of a toe, which was incidentally the size of his own head.

Somehow Joan managed to work his arms free from beneath the foot, and wrapped them once again for a hug. This time around the toe, and this time actually able to lace his fingers around it for a true embrace. He rubbed his cheek along it, around its side, and against the neighboring digit before going back under. Of course he managed to swipe his tongue along them for a few licks, and soon after rubbed his hand along that region, only to help remove some of the friction between human skin and dragon scale.

Pressure from beneath the foot sharply rose. Joan felt as though he wouldn't be able to move his legs soon, and began to squirm free. He noticed that he could feel the foot with his own two feet much more clearly; he having worked free of the ragged boots he had worn. He kicked against the dragon's foot, attempting to make it seem he was simply trying to massage with that as well, and at the same time get out from beneath.

He could hear Kul's long, slow breaths somewhere above. It sounded as if he was falling asleep again. That might explain why the foot came down harder atop of Joan, and it made it all the more imperative to get free. He didn't want to die, he couldn't die-- he wouldn't be able to give attention to the dragon if that happened! And if nothing else he wanted to know: why? Why didn't the dragon kill him?

"Why didn't you kill me?" Joan asked, pushing and rolling himself away from the foot. He watched with the corner of his eye as the scales bulged out along the ground as the dragon's full weight came bearing down. He realized with a chill that if the dragon did intend to step on him to kill, it'd be over so quick he likely wouldn't even have known what happened. "I was stealing from your hoard. I thought," he took a deep breath. He was still laying on the ground, completely exposed and vulnerable. He didn't complete his thought.

"Kill you? So you were stealing from my hoard," Kul said aloud, mostly reciting the statement to himself. "I did not know. All I felt was something nice against my paw, and just as I was waking up. I simply didn't want you to stop." It became evident that the big lumbering oaf didn't even know what was going on at the time. "That isn't much of a reason to kill you. And my hoard?" He looked over to the pile of riches strewn about the place. "It was here when I first moved in. Pack of thieves, I suppose, preying on the village down below. Poor things. I hope you stopped by down there, they make the most magnificent smoked venison you've ever tasted."

So the village was in on this, Joan realized. They indeed weren't afraid of the dragon, and they certainly respected him, true, but likely they wanted him around! It made sense. Stories of this beast brought people from several countries away around to see what it was all about. They likely made a tidy profit at their inn, never mind the money those shopkeeps must rake in.

"I'm, um, Joan by the way," he said. "I heard your name is Kul? It's, well, a pleasure to meet you!" He bit his tongue. He almost said 'feet'.

"Joan. Are you Dutch, perhaps? I have a fine friend up from there who I visit now and again. Hard to miss him if you have seen any other dragons from that way."

The casual tone of the dragon made Joan feel awkward. Here there was, bigger than a house, talking to him as though they were casual acquaintances. At least he knew the dragon was, indeed, friendly. "No. Actually, I don't know my heritage. I don't even know my parents."

"A shame. I recommend visiting the place some time. Friendly food, great people," he licked his chops slightly. The way the dragon had slurred the words 'food' and 'people' together unnerved Joan. Apparently he was getting hungry after being awake long enough.

"However," Kul said, his voice more serious, "you came on the pretense of theft. I cannot simply let you leave and roam across the country picking at the heels of other folk." A smirk creased his face.

Joan found himself back underneath that foot, quicker than he could turn himself around and make a break for it. He wasn't afraid, not now from the dragon, but it came so suddenly that it shocked him, and instinctively he fought to get free. He couldn't, not with the way the paw encompassed him. His head had been turned to the side, and he watched as the fleeting light escaped. The scales pressed to the ground just as they had before, when Kul pressed his down with his weight.

Yet he didn't die. At least he assumed he wasn't dead; he couldn't move, not even for an inch, but he felt the paw above him moving. A loud scraping was heard from above. It sent intense and quick shockwaves through the peat below him, reverberating through the rocky cave.

Kul squeezed and curled his toes together, dragging the claws along the rocks in the process. Joan felt himself being held firm, tighter than he had ever been, even as the scales created slight wrinkly hills all around him. He could still barely see, his eyes clenched shut and watering from the sheer level of pressure that had pounded him, but what he saw was the cave walls. He was moving through the air.

Joan's spine tingled as he felt a claw scrape down his back, and the distinctive tear in fabric heard. Kul tore away his shirt with a single swipe, carefully and with such precision that it didn't scratch his skin. His pants and undergarments met with the same fate. He was now naked to the dragon, albeit whatever cloth was still stuck between him and the paw.

Then a giant slap of something firm, yet even softer than the foot, slathered his back. His clothing became instantly wet, and the hair on his head thoroughly drenched. Something wet oozed all around his body. It came again, sending shivers down his spine, as hot air blew over him in deep and powerful puffs.

Joan managed to open his one eye far enough to see what was taking place. He was raised in the air, Kul having caught and lifted him with the hindpaw. His eye went wide, and instantly shut before impact. The dragon's giant tongue plastered itself, from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, in one gigantic slurp.

His face, smothered between tongue and the balls of the foot once again, brought out a certain sense of exotic thrill for Joan. At least once he found out what was taking place. He could feel the toes above him shifting, nearly able to hear the muscle and tendons moving within. Just as he acclimated to it the tongue came again and smeared gallons of saliva over him and the scales nearby.

Groaning a little, Joan felt himself tossed from that foot to the other. This time he wasn't so perfectly smashed into the paw, and the rest of his clothing slid away from his body. His head nestled into the balls of this paw, truly acting the part of a pillow as he had thought of them not so long ago, and opened his eyes.

Kul's snout obscured almost everything in Joan's line of sight. That giant face was mere inches away, deep green eyes filled with life scanning over his body. He was exposed, completely at the mercy of this dragon. He took a sharp breath in as the mouth opened once again. Never before had he seen anything more awe-inspiring, and utterly terrifying, than the dark fleshy mouth of a dragon. Heat washed over him hotter than the hottest summer wind. It smelt like meat, nearly rotten; the inner flesh of a dragon, but mixed with a hint of cinnamon that confounded the human. This made the breath, otherwise completely repugnant, into something actually pleasant.

And then the tongue came again. The smooth, warm, soft muscle slathering the front of Joan's body caused him to gasp again in excitement. It wasn't until now that he realized, in both horror and bliss, that he was utterly aroused. His shaft had sprung up, some time long ago, and it was harder than he could ever remember. Not even the visage of the most beautiful damsel, and the unclean thoughts proceeding, had caused him to feel this way.

Kul licked at the other paw. He looked back at Joan, again with a smirk as if he knew. The dragon knew about the enjoyment held within, and exploited that considerably.

Joan realized the dragon must have tasted a foreign liquid on the other paw. As the tongue smeared across him again, he knew it too: he was leaking copious clear liquids of his own, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He was sinking into the paw-flesh once again, the scales merging around him, as the tongue assailed his body relentlessly. His fingers clenched tight, holding onto the creases of the scales, and wiggling around uncontrollably. He'd try to move, or even thrust his hips, but the strength of even that tongue was too much to fight against.

Joan cried out in ecstasy. His mind went completely blank, as though he achieved nirvana, or his soul had been temporarily transferred to the realm of heaven itself. His breathing became laborious, and the tongue just didn't stop. The muscles of the foot still flexed beneath him, and he cried out in bliss all the louder, as if he couldn't stop either. He didn't want it to stop, but that high he felt quickly faded, and his groin felt as though it were on fire; exhausted, he slumped, held up by the tongue that still licked across his body.

Did I just orgasm? He thought it to himself, between his racing thoughts, as he had never actually experienced it. He thought the world about remaining pure for the right person, but now he felt almost cheated he didn't feel this before. Or, was this dragon the right person for him? Perhaps that was the only reason it felt so good. This foot, that tongue, the entire dragon: it was too much for him to even wrap his mind around.

So instead the tongue wrapped itself around him. He didn't even know when it happened, but the muscle now supported his weight as he lay atop it. Looking around he saw the interior jowls of the dragon, teeth surrounding him, and flesh as far as the eye could see. And that wasn't far. The esophagus was right in front of his eyes, wide open, and inky black.

An endless pit with no return.

The muscle that became part of the love of his life arched upwards, pushing him against the rough palette of the maw. Flesh squeezed from all directions, and suddenly gravity shifted as he was swallowed.

Muscle squeezed impossibly tight from every direction. It never stopped, and constantly battered his weak and dreary body without remorse. It loosened him however, he felt more limber than he ever had at any time in his life. Mucous and saliva smeared across his face and body at every given moment as he traveled downward, the heat of his surroundings increasing every second. Then he heard a heartbeat, booming, and soon after a wall of flesh smeared more liquid over his face, but let him past.

In one moment Joan was outside. And in the next he was inside; inside the stomach of a dragon. He didn't even recall the time, everything was one giant blur to him. He heard a low grumble of satisfaction, and it suddenly dawned on him. It hit him harder than the paw did when it came down upon his face.

I've been eaten! I've been licked, tasted, swallowed. Headfirst and alive! Joan tried to move, but he wasn't sure if he was even doing that. He felt the flesh move around him in the dark, but there was no way of telling if that was him moving against it, or if it was the stomach walls churning and shifting against him. It all just felt like some odd form of gelatin anyways.

It was prohibitively hot inside of Kul's stomach. A fire dragon indeed, he realized, as he began to sweat Profusely. The air was already thin as the gooey walls held him mostly in place. The flesh arched in such a way that his chest and arms were flung over it, and his lower body hung, with legs kneeling against the fleshy floor below. A pool of liquid there pricked at his skin.

Gravity suddenly shifted, and Joan found himself sliding across the muscle without anything to stop him. He could feel the dragon's gait from within, despite how large the body was, and soon felt himself pressed to the fleshy floor. The dragon ran, jumped, and took flight into the air.

"Don't you worry, Joan, I'm not going to forget about you," he heard Kul say, though it was muffled and booming louder than ever at the same time. "I simply must save you for later."

Joan felt less restricted by the stomach, and he lay on his side curled up. The flesh was still there, but didn't inhibit him as much. You mean I'll live through this? He was inside of Kul's stomach though, surely he couldn't survive this. The dragon sounded friendly enough, and didn't seem a liar, but the circumstances couldn't lie, could they?

The air was thinning. Even though it was pitch black in the stomach, he could feel his eyes going dark. Lights that one normally saw when they closed their eyes were no longer there. He had experienced so many fluctuating emotions in the span of a couple hours that it confused him. Plus he couldn't think straight due to the blazing humidity, and the hot flesh all around.

Joan pressed his hand weakly against the flesh nearby, and tried petting it the same as he did with the footpaw, but couldn't muster the energy. He heard Kul's voice in the ambiance of the gurgling the stomach provided, and lost consciousness with a smile on his face.