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It was dark. It was quiet. It was cold. There was nothing. Just me, with the empty void around me.

I was alone. But where? When? How?

I could see myself, fully illuminated. But from what? There was no light. There was no sound. The silence was deafening. I was suspended in the air. Was it air? I swayed my arms. Invisible particles swirling around. Was I in water? But I could breathe. I wasn't breathing however. I didn't need to breathe. Breathing was obsolete. What kind of hell is this? Or was this hell? Is this even real? Is hell real? What is real? I cleared my mind.

This is not real. This is not... real.

A white flash. There, a singularity appeared in the distance below me. I began to sink. Down towards the hole. I began to sink faster. Faster. And faster. Ringing in my ears became louder. Louder. And louder. The cold became warm. Then hot. Then scalding. I tried desperately to move. Flailing my arms. I let out a scream, no sound escaped my lungs. My surrounding getting brighter, whiter, then... nothing? The tinnitus fading. The light dissipating. The heat evaporating. I opened my eyes.

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My vision was blurry, but it cleared. A dark figure in my view. “Oh thank the gods! I thought you wouldn't wake up." It said. What? What's going on? I couldn't make out what was just said. My vision now returned and what I saw rebooted my memories. The black beast in front of me ate me last night! I shot up and tried to back away. “Woah, hey, hey. Calm down it's okay." How the hell was it ok? I was lucky to be alive! “You ate me! How is that okay?" I scolded her. I stood up and marched up to her. “You could've killed me!" I threw up my arms in a fit of rage. “I thought I was going to die!" I said right if front of her snout.

She head butted me rather gently, but forcefully enough to knock me on to the ground. She pinned me to the ground again with an arm. I struggled slightly but I knew she had me where she wanted. I already knew how strong she was. “You're alive aren't you? She said out. I hesitated. Yes I was alive but that doesn't change anything. “Yes, but-." My response was cut short. “But what? I was in full control of your life. Yet here you are, breathing in the fresh air." She said. “I didn't even need to be in that position to begin with!" She hesitated, herself. She lifted her arm off me and let me stand up before saying, “I'm sorry you see it this way, I did it as a way to build trust." I was not buying that. My body expression gave that away. “You really think eating me of all things was going to build trust, that was terrifying and cruel." Her expression turned to be more apologetic. I was finally getting to her. “Look I already said I'm sorry, I figured if you'd be in a place like that, you'd see that you could trust me, whether that be with your life or not. I was keeping you safe."

That brought up a new question. How was I alive? “How exactly, er... am I alive?" She was probably waiting for me to ask the very question. “I can control my digestion. Whether that be how slow or fast it works, or how potent it is. In your case, I didn't even let the digestion process begin. And afterwards I just coughed you back up." I believed her, truthfully. Even if all my instincts went against it. She had no reason to lie to me in this instant.

It was weird. I was inside the stomach of a dragon. It was hell going through that. “Can you just... not do that again?" I asked her. She smirked at my question. “I'll think about it, no promises." She said. Of course she would say that, she probably enjoyed my fear. I tried hastily to change the topic. “I have a tent not far from here with clothes and supplies. That way I can get into clean clothes. Can I go get my supplies?" Her expression turned to look uneasy. I could tell she wasn't so sure about me leaving. “Yes, but I'm going with you." She finally said. I figured she would. It's not like I've even been out of her sight. Except when I was in the hole, but she knew I couldn't escape. “Yes, that is fair." “Okay then, I have to carry you back down the mountain, don't freak out." Immediately I felt nauseous. But I just nodded to let her know I'd be fine. But deep down, I was still scared.

She snaked her head down to me again. I gulped. She opened her mouth and gently grabbed me around the waist with her jaws. “You okay?" She said, or from what I made out of it. “Yes I'm fine." I answered. “Okay hold on, I'm not flying like last time. I usually crawl down the side of the mountain." I guess it was to avoid being seen? She walked over to the edge. I had a great view of the ground, I had always hated heights. I looked at her arms. How was she going to climb down? But I got an answer rather quickly. The fingers and claws on her arms were especially keen in knowing how to grasp at the rock. We made our descent, arms to my side grabbing the rock while her legs pushed down and provided stability. It was a really cool sight. The coordination and strength needed to do this seemed ungodly. Yet she made short work of it. Even I felt safe, I never moved or slipped even an inch. Soon enough, in just a few seconds we had ready reached the bottom. She lowered her head and dropped me onto the ground. “There, easy right?" She asked, smiling at me. I nodded with enthusiasm. “Now, which way is this tent of yours?

“It's near the lake. A bit past it actually. If you can take me to the lake, I'll be able to find it from there." I told her. She nodded in return. She turned forward away from the base of the mountain, and began walking. I walked slightly behind her. I took notice of her scales. They shone brightly in the sun. I see why she only hunted at night. Even she seemed a bit uneasy walking around in broad daylight. Daylight. I hadn't even checked the time. 12:52. I've been knocked out for over 12 hours? I really probably shouldn't be moving around. It didn't help that her strides were significantly larger than mine. I often found myself having to jog or run to keep up occasionally.

It wasn't so bad, however, I could use the cardio. But I made sure to stay clear of her tail. Which she warned me not to touch. also provided a small window of time to think. She provided me with food, shelter, and a place to sleep, even though I never slept. All of this as a way to build trust. But she also kept me in a hole, has threatened to dismember me in some way, and then she ate me. She refused to let me leave, for her sake. What about mine? I looked to her again. She walked on. I sighed. If she really believed this was going to build trust, she was wrong. She needed to give me more of a reason to believe her. It also doesn't help that I keep shooting down her unorthodox methods. I mean, she has no sense of humanity. She's a dragon. That's all she's ever known.

With all these distractions, I didn't even realise we were already so close to the lake. A few more large dragon strides and we were there. The lake was still frozen over, but it was very close to melting. The hole hadn't even frozen over. It just never got cold enough. If I walked on it, it would probably shatter beneath me.

“Okay, your turn. Lead the way." She said. I nodded in return. I started to walk alongside the lake to see if I could find where my footsteps were. Sure enough, untouched, there were my footsteps. “Here, this way. Shouldn't be too far, only a miles walk." I began walking parallel to my day old footsteps. Once again crunching in leaves and the powdery snow. It was peaceful. No bird sounds however. It was probably because of the large dragon walking behind me. That was funny to me. I had my own bodyguard. No beast in its right mind would challenge a dragon to a fight. Well, maybe another dragon of course. If more even existed.

Just like before, the walk felt shorter than it was. We reached my tent in no time. It stuck out like a sore thumb when we neared it. Itself was black, so that helped point it out. “Here we are." I said, turning around with my arms stretched out. She looked puzzled, “This is it? I thought it'd be bigger than that." I laughed internally. After saying she has some human articles, it was odd she'd never seen a tent. “It's a tent, it's not supposed to be big." I answered her. Still looking rather confused, she moved in a way which I could only assume was a shrug. “It doesn't need to be big because it's only temporary.... It's called camping." It appeared to only add more confusion to her face. “What's camping?"

I didn't really know the best way to explain it, someone would have to go camping to understand what it was. She obviously had never experienced the joy of camping, so I put it in terms she might understand. “Well erm, it's kind of like migration, in a way. We leave out home, and go somewhere else for a while. Then we go back. Except we go camping for fun, or for sport, and among other things." There, as simple as I could explain it. She nodded in understanding, satisfied with my response. But she looked as if something was still on her mind.

“So why do you go camping then?"

I was taken off guard by her question. It was a simple answer, but at the same thing it was impossible to find the words. I looked to the ground, as if the words would be written in the snow. It was more like a combination of many things. It was a yearly reoccurrence that my father and I would go camping. Although he couldn't make it, I felt it was my duty to continue the tradition. I just graduated school, so a way to celebrate. And most of all I just needed time to think. I'm only seventeen, and yet experienced so much in this world. But I wasn't ready to open up. Especially not to someone I had just met. I looked back at her, “The simple answer, camping is a great pastime." It wasn't a lie, but it was far from my truth. By her expression she could tell what I said wasn't the entire truth. But she didn't question me further. A long sigh escaped me, relieved in a way I didn't have to continue on.

I turned back to my tent. Again, passing the once lit fire place. I entered my tent, there a sleeping bag, food, water, toilet paper. Even some strewn about clothes. And there in the corner was my lantern and beat lamp. The whole repertoire. My bag filled with a few tools like fire starters, knives, string, and some general first aid. My dad always be over prepared than underprepared. And I'd live those words until I died. And there on my bag were my car keys. I don't need them now do I? Surely I would eventually. I didn't drive here, I'm only a small hike from home. But I needed them when I went into town. I also needed them because I had a job. Although you would think my job would be the least of my worries. It was Sunday. So I could probably miss a few days without raising too many questions. But I'd need to figure out a way back to civilisation soon.

I rolled up my sleeping bag and strapped it to my bag. I packed up all food and toiletries, I grabbed my lantern, my pillow, anything and everything and packed it up. The tent was the only thing unpacked. I exited the tent and brushed off the light snow cover from the top. Zipped up the tent cover, unearthed the metal stakes, and began taking it down. It didn't take long, only a few minutes. It's like I was never here. Well almost. I picked up my metal cooking grate, that was definitely a necessity. Once everything was completely packed I hoisted my bag over my back. All in all it was about 30 pounds. I kicked away the burnt wood and ash into the snow. There, now I was never here.

I turned around to face the dragon. Wait. Where the hell was she? I pulled a quick 360 only to be left more confused than before. There was no sign of her. How did she just disappear. She made no sound. I was in the tent for two minutes maybe, and another few minutes to pack up the tent. Five minutes total, at most. So how does a 50 foot dragon just vanish?

I walked to where she once was just a few minutes ago. No trace of footprints or anything. But my hair stood on end. She was here, watching me, I could feel it.

“Okay, I'm ready to go."

No reply. Damnit where was she? I wasn't going to play her game of cat and mouse. I turned around, “I'm just going to walk back to the lake." Maybe that will draw her out...?

*Crack*

It sounded like a twig that got stepped on. The sound was close by. I tied to investigate the sound. Walking into the thick vegetation. There. A large stick, large enough to be considered a log, Broken in two. I knew it was the snap I heard because the log itself was splintered and flattened. Crushed by a heavy object.

I saw the shadow before I heard any sound. A playful growl echoed behind me. I jumped forward, almost falling down. I turned around, it was her, the dragon. A smile on her face. “Don't do that shit."

“You wouldn't last one day out here with me coming after you." She boasted. Still in a playful pouncing stance. “Well humans don't really have to worry about being hunted." I informed her, walking back out into the snowy opening. She followed. “How'd you just... disappear?" I asked. She stepped forward. “I've just adapted to staying hidden and covering my tracks. Did it work?" I assumed she was referring to her sneaking up on me and going unnoticed doing so. “Yes. It did." I said, annoyed slightly that it did work so well.

“Let's get back to the cave, I'm hungry and I want to clean myself up." I told her. I began walking back towards the lake, she walked at my side. “How much do you eat?" She asked. “Not much, why?" I followed up. “Well I only have to eat once every few days." That was surprising to say the least. “I usually eat around three meals a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less." Now she seemed to be the surprised one. “I didn't know humans ate so much." It wasn't really a lot. Cost a lot of money, however. But that is just apart of life. “I guess sometimes it can be a bit much." I told her.

I stopped by the lake to grab a drink and to refill some empty water bottles. I noticed she also was thirsty, as she began to lap at the water herself. I closed the lid on a bottle and shoved it back into my bag. “You said there was a place where I could wash my clothes off right?" She bright her muzzle out of the water, licked away stray drops falling to the ground, “Yes, and drinking water, don't mix them up." I nodded. I wouldn't want to mix them up anyways.

Once we both had our fill we began walking back to the base of the mountain. I let her lead again as I was still mostly unfamiliar with the route. I made sure to take note of certain trees and shrubs that would indicate the right way to go. All in all fairly simple.

Once gain back at the base, she looked at me, I looked at her and nodded. She needed to bring be back up. Which involved me between her jaws. This time though it felt different, I wasn't really nervous, more just a get it over with feeling. She parted her jaws and grabbed ahold of me. Careful not to harm me or my bag. Once secured she began to scale the rocky wall. Once again I was surprised by the keen strength and hand placement required to climb a vertical wall so expertly. But she had done it dozens of times before, this one was no different. Soon enough we were back at the top. She angled herself to set me down standing. I brushed myself off and checked my bag for any accidental incisions. Once I was sure everything was okay I looked back to her. “Easy right?" She said. I smiled and responded, “Easy."

I set my bag down and began to unpack everything once again. This time setting up the tent before anything else. No reason to have a tent go unused. Building the body of the tent, then anchoring the tent with the steaks. The dragon now lay in the snow watching me curiously. Paying close attention to my movements and craft. Truthfully I didn't mind, she probably had nothing better to do.

I tossed my bag inside the tent and unpacked a few select items, food, water, and the sleeping bag.

The food I had ranged from bread, crackers, sliced meats, and even chilli in a can. I decided to have Chili in a can for this occasion. That would require starting a fire, however. Well, it technically didn't, but I hate eating cold food. Except for things that are meant to be cold. What I meant is like cold pizza or something. I just don't like it.

I escaped the cover of the tent, and went for some more firewood. The dragon stood partway up at my reappearance, but once I grabbed a log or two she settled back down. I brought the wood to the already built fire place. No need to start a whole new one. I went back to the tent and grabbed my fire starter, metal cooking grate, and the can of food. I also grabbed some more kindling to start the fire easier. Walking back to the fireplace, I was met with a figure to my side. “Need some help starting the fire?" The dragon asked confidently. “No actually, I should be able do it on my own this time." I answered with a smile. “Oh." I heard just behind me. Followed by, “Okay." I didn't know starting fires was so important to her. “Do you want to do it?" I asked turning around." She looked at my hand. I was holding the flint rod. “No actually, I want to see how you do it." Fair enough I guess.

I placed the kindling in the middle of the two small logs. I grabbed the fire starter, equipped with a flint rod and steel key. Moved it next to the kindling and stroked the key against the rod. On queue dozens of sparks scattered from the source. Some hitting the kindling, and in turn igniting it. Turning to her she looked rather bewildered. She, a biological fire starter, impressed by a flint rod and metal key. Now that was amusing. I placed the metal grate over the center of the growing fire, and then the can in the middle of the grate. It would take a few minutes for the food to get warm. In the time I explained the science behind the fire starter. She seemed to get the idea.

Soon enough the food was ready to eat. I went back to the tent and grabbed a plastic spoon and an extra shirt to grab the hot can. The shirt was nice and soft. Most importantly it was clean. While I was in a dirty shirt slightly hardened by dragon spit. I definitely needed to get clean some way. I returned from the tent, spoon and shirt in hand. I sat back down and wrapped the shirt around the can. Careful not to burn myself or the shirt. Once secure I grabbed the spoon and began to eat. While it wasn't as good as homemade chilli, it did the trick. It felt good to be eating once again.

Truth be told it was the smell that made it all the more satisfying. The small amount of seasoning overwhelmed the smell of pine and burning wood. It was a pleasant smell. But it was gone too fast. I guess I hadn't realised I was so hungry. I finished the entire can rather quickly. I looked into the can with mild disappointment. The bottom of the tin can cast a reflection of myself. All gone.

I looked at my watch, 2:04. I figured now a better time than any to get up and clean up the best I could. I got up and moved to put my trash away next to the tent. This caused the dragon to stir at my movements. She sat up and watched me as I entered the tent to grab some fresh clothing. Damn, one fresh shirt and some joggers. My camping trip was over extended, and it began to show. She sat up and watched me as I exited the tent once again, clothes in hand. Luckily for me, my windbreaker was still clean. I'd hate for that to have been ruined.

I walked back up to the dragon. “Can you show me where the water is to wash off?" The stood up quickly, “Sure, follow me." She said that happily. I felt she was rather happy I had turned my attention back to her. She turned to walk back into the depths of the cave. Me at her side. We walked past where the sleeping area, then past that hole she put me in, and just a little bit further was the latrine. Finally, I wouldn't feel so disgusting anymore.

“Here we are." She said with mild enthusiasm. Her reaction did mine no justice. The latrine was huge. It was nearly the size of a large swimming pool. It easily could accommodate two of her. It looked to be rather deep in some places, but also shallow in others, including at the space we were standing. Only a foot deep or so. I turned to her, “Thanks." She nodded, acknowledging my statement.

I began to take my shoes and socks off. My toes bushing the cold surface. What was even colder however was the water. The pool itself probably not touching the sunlight for decades or even centuries. But it was clean water, fresh water constantly ran into the pool from runoff and small tunnels trough the mountain. Providing a natural filter. I was beginning to take off my shirt when I realised the dragon was still there. In fact she was looking me over. In quite an odd way to add. A look of fascination on her muzzle. A look that made me rather disturbed. I couldn't tell what her intentions were, truth be told I don't think I wanted to know. I made a request, “Uhhh, a little privacy please?"

“What for." A blank expression accompanied her statement. “Bathing is more of a private thing for humans. You know.... alone." A look of slight sadness on her face. “Oh, I see. In that case I will go elsewhere." She didn't seem to excited about my request, however. I felt she forced those words out of her throat. But at least she was starting to respect my opinions and requests. She turned to leave. Now I had something I'd been longing for, time to myself. But unlike when I was in that hole, I had chosen to have privacy.

Once out of my sight I took my shirt and pants off. I had no intentions of fully getting in the water. Only to wash my face and hair. I did want to clean off all of my clothes, however. I threw the dirty ones into the water. The idea was the water would nullify anything the dragon had done to my clothes. I splashed them around a slight bit and really made sure they would be clean. I set them to the side on the rocky surface. Next I plunged my hands and face toto the cool water. Instantly I wanted to recoil from the temperatures. But I stayed with it, I let the water run through my hair. I ran my hands through my hair like I was using shampoo. I wish I had some, but I can't be too choosy. I resurfaced, took a long sigh. I cupped some water and washed my face some more. I felt off though. I felt like I was being watched again. Like when you're using shampoo in the shower, and your eyes are closed. And people say there's a demon who's watching you. Only when your eyes are closed of course.

I turned around quickly. Nothing. I guess I'm still a little on edge. I thought the dragon might been watching me. That's a bit of a harsh assumption. I mean, the way she was watching me though, felt off. I was definitely thinking about it, you know. It was common for someone my age. To be, curious, I guess. She herself too, she seems to have taken a liking to me. I don't think she'd eat just anyone. Especially when she claimed it was a way to protect me. One think though that irked me was that I didn't know here name. Was it something simple, or complex. Was it even comprehensible. I let out a small laugh followed by an exhale.

I decided it was best to dry off the best I could. I waved my hands and shook my head. Some water came off. Whatever, that's the best it'll get. I grabbed my clean clothes and put them back on. I did feel a lot better. Physically and mentally. I grabbed my now wet clothes. Damn, I thought. I had no place to dry these. And I couldn't put them outside, the snow would freeze them. Another fire I thought? That could work. It would have to wait though. I can't just make a fire whenever, burning through resources like that.

I turned to leave the latrine. It was a dead end hallway, and we made no turns. Finding my way out would be rather simple. I turned into the hallways. The air was a little musty in the deeper ends of the cave. And quite humid for being at a cooler temperature. It made my face and hair feel at least a bit warmer. Suddenly a figure appeared down the hallway. We got closer to each other, meeting somewhere in the middle of our paths.

“There you are, you were taking a long time, I was beginning to get worried." Ha, I thought. Worried for me? “Ah, sorry. I was just thinking about some stuff." I said, while moving around her side down the hallway again. She turned to follow. Walking down the hallway was quiet. I didn't feel the need to talk, there was no tension. No reason to break any ice, but I wanted to ask that lingering question.

I turned my head to her slightly, “You know...?" She turned to meet my gaze. “You know, I've been here for almost two days and I don't even know your name. She stayed mute, however, an odd look on her face. I took it as a sign to continue. “I've always just called you dragon, and either you don't notice or you don't care." She nodded. “Well I don't give my name out to just anyone. And as for being called dragon, I don't mind, I am a dragon after all; I've also been called worse before."

There it was again, she was being reluctant to share information with me. She could sense the discontent of my thoughts. “It's more of an honor thing. People who deserve to know." I don't think she meant for the words to sound so harsh. I just nodded. It was clear that I wasn't getting anything more from her.

Soon enough we were back to the fireplace and snowy plateau, into the sun. Unlike yesterday night, all the clouds parted way for the sun. It was nice. I turned my attention back to the fireplace. It must've just burned out, a smoke column rising from its base. I would need to restart it. Well maybe I didn't need to restart it. I did need another log though. I grabbed two just to be sure. Although now, the pickings weren't slim per say, but I've almost used half on myself. The dragon didn't seem to mind, however.

I set the logs back into the ash. The dragon again watching closely. I removed the cooking grate. It wasn't necessary for drying clothes. I turned to her, she slightly parked up. “Do you think you could help me start this?" She smiled and perked all the way up. I even think I saw her tail twitch ever so slightly. “Of course!" She trudged over and positioned her head next to the firewood. There she inhaled slightly, and blew a gently blue flame straight into the fires core. The flame, exhausted as soon as it began, lighting the fire with ease. I was still a little gawkeyed at her ability. Refocusing I let my appreciation be known. “Thanks." She followed up with a nod.

I set my clothes on the ground laid out flat, so hopefully within a few hours they would be dry. But what to do to pass the time. I looked to her to find that answer. “What do you do here to pass the time?" She thought about it for a second, “Usually sleep or hunt." Well that was no use to me. I didn't feel the need to sleep, Nor was I hungry. I guess I'd just sit here.

I tended to the clothes every so often. Flipping them and checking how dry they were. I noticed the dragon decided to sleep. Or that's what I thought she was doing. But rather I often found myself being watched at my movements. Oddly enough I'd gotten used to her staring at me so often. But time continued on. The clothes were now almost completely dry. The fire was still holding well. I was beginning to get somewhat hungry. I decided to grab some snacks from the tent for a serviceable meal for the time being.

As it got later, closer to sundown. The clothes were dry and the fire began to fade. I put the newly dried clothes into the tent. The temperature, Like the night before, began to drop rather quickly. So more than likely a new fire would need to be constructed. But I didn't want to use up more firewood. Especially since I want cooking or dying anything. It just seemed like a waste. Plus I was getting tired. Doing nothing for the last few hours exhausted me. Maybe I would just go sleep. I returned from the tent and sat against the cave walls.

“You look tired." Said a voice directly across me. I let out an audible laugh, “Yeah, I'm a bit tired, truthfully." She got up, and began to walk over towards me. “Do you want a place to sleep?" I could tell what she was asking. “I have my tent." Continuing my way she said, “It's supposed to be really cold tonight, I don't think that tent will be enough. I can keep you warm." I began to get a little nervous. I didn't want to go through that again. “I'll be really gentle." I tried to divert from the subject. “I just washed my clothes though." Shedidn't seem to notice my statement, “That's okay, just take them off, that way they'll stay clean." I stood partway up against the wall, the whole time she had been inching her way towards me, locking me into my current position. “Look dragon, I'd really prefer not to." She reached where I was standing. “Sierra." What? I asked internally. My puzzled expression on my face. She herself looked confused at what she just said, like it accidentally slipped out. She recovered herself, and after a breath she said, “My name is Sierra."

She told me her name. Sierra, I thought. It was a pretty name. A much simpler name for a dragon than what I would've thought. She was actually making an attempt to calm me. Her statement was reassuring. “You know I'm not going to hurt you." I knew that, but I couldn't. “But... I can't." I told her. I wasn't going to enjoy this. There was no point, only for her. “Let me take care of you, are you taking off your clothes or not?" This time she seemed a bit impatient.

I sighed. She was getting her way. I'd rather my clothes not be ruined. My shoes and jacket were already in against the near wall. I took of my shirt, pants, and took my socks off, Left only in my boxers. She looked slightly disappointed I stopped there. I left my watch on though, some things you never take off. The cold stone against my feet and cool air against my skin. She licked my chest and face. “Just relax." She told me.

She clamped down over my head and waist. Since there was still some light out, I could see the fleshy cavern in all its glory. Mostly pink and red. Many discolorations in parts. My head once again near the back of her mouth. Her tongue began to explore the skin once covered by my clothes. A faint purring escaping her throat. It didn't quite settle me down. I tried my best to remain calm. My instincts going wild. My arms and legs would twitch as a response to escape. tongue would wrap around my chest and back around to my torso. I could see the flesh of the throat open up, and sure enough a strong force pulled me in.

Now my waist and upper legs were in her mouth. The exploring of her tongue never ceased. Moving against my stomach to in between my thighs and wrapping around my legs. I could feel her tongue twitch at the taste of my skin. I caught her tongue exploring the waistband of my boxers. I twitched at the sensation, discouraging the involuntary exploration. Another gulp and my shoulders entered her throat. Once again only my feet remained in the cold air. More leg twitches, as my mind desperately longed for escape. But I knew we were well past that point. Another swallow and my waist sat where her throat began. My feet now encased in the warm heat of her mouth. I felt no more cool air, meaning her jaw was completely closed. Her tongue wrapping around my feet. My body jolting at the response. This only caused more purrs. I whimpered slightly at her pleasure. My body was now completely soaked. I began to descend without a swallow. She turned her head to the sky and let gravity do the rest. Soon enough my feet entered her throat. And once again I had found myself travelling down the long tube of the throat leading to her stomach. My arms pinned to my side and my body unable to move in any way. This time I was more covered in saliva, making the descent a little smoother. I still could hardly breathe. But the need to breath didn't last long. My head was forced against the tight ring of flesh that was the entrance to the stomach. My head was forced past the ring and into the floor of the stomach. My chest, legs, and feet following shortly after.

Instantly I uprighted myself, into a somewhat seated position. It was somewhat difficult is absolute darkness. But I figured it out. The heat and humidity once again was exhausting. The air was incredibly stale. But unlike last time, I forced myself to control my breathing. I leaned against the stomach walls. It was soft. I also ran my hands against the stomach lining, it was wet and soft. The flesh giving way to my fingers. The walls were also surprisingly mobile and stretchy. Overall it wasn't the most uncomfortable situation. Her stomach was about the size of a small bathtub. I could lay down with my legs bent, or sit upright with my legs stretched out in front of me. I was still nerveous and my heart was still beating out of my chest. But I could manage. I took note of the noises. Her heartbeat was the most prominent. It resonated around the fleshy chamber. The soft squishing of the floor and walls in response to my movements was noticeable. I held my hands out in front of me. Inches from my face, yet I couldn't see them. It was such a weird feeling.

I wasn't exactly claustrophobic, but in pitch black, walls completely surrounding you, occasionally pushing up against you was terrifying. It was only a few cubic feet of space. I pushed my arms and legs out, the walls giving way only to push back.

I heard a muffled voice from the outside, I have no clue what she said. I imagined it was a question along the lines if I was okay or not. I took a breath of the stale air. I responded with yes, unsure she if she heard what I had to say. I figured she could. Truth be told it wasn't a horrible experience. Besides the uncertainty and the sudden movements and shifts of the stomach occasionally churning, everything was okay. Like she said, it was definitely warm. I don't think I'd be able to sleep though. This whole thing was so foreign to me. And more than likely, alien to anyone else in the world. The best thing I could do was to sit back and try my best to relax and remain calm. But I already knew it would still be difficult.