The Sacrifice

[Whitebrand]

Brand waited, letting her take her time. He opened his mouth a bit wider to let her see a little more clearly into the dark tunnel of his throat and the slick, red tongue. He was salivating even more eagerly now, drooling slightly as his hunger started to take over. He leaned forward a bit as she leaned down, letting her take a deeper look at the ribbed muscles of his long throat.

[GenericBunny]

Fiona was silent as she leaned far into the dragon's maw, enough that she felt like she might tip right over into that throat. She set a hand down on his tongue to help keep her balance, shuddering as she began to feel over those rough, slimy bumps.

"It's... It's quite a sight. "

[Whitebrand]

Brand leaned his head a bit forward. Fiona's hand slipped and Fiona fell flat on to the dragon's tongue. He immediately arched his tongue against her, letting her feel the slick muscle along her belly and chest. Brand didn't push it, though...her eagerness appealed to him and he wanted her to feed herself to him.

[Whitebrand]

Brand leaned his head a bit forward. Fiona's hand slipped and Fiona fell flat on to the dragon's tongue. He immediately arched his tongue against her, letting her feel the slick muscle along her belly and chest. Brand didn't push it, though...her eagerness appealed to him and he wanted her to feed herself to him.

[Whitebrand]

Brand leaned his head a bit forward. Fiona's hand slipped and Fiona fell flat on to the dragon's tongue. He immediately arched his tongue against her, letting her feel the slick muscle along her belly and chest. Brand didn't push it, though...her eagerness appealed to him and he wanted her to feed herself to him.

[GenericBunny]

The vixen eeped as she slipped and landed on the dragon's tongue with a splat. Her fingers could just reach Brand's throat, as she stared down into the dark abyss. The parts of her fur that hadn't been drenched in saliva from her fall were quickly becoming damp from the warm, humid breath flowing over her. She hesitated, and let out a soft whine. She couldn't understand why she was so drawn to the thought of being eaten alive. Of being shoved through that beast's gullet and into his stomach. And despite his assurances, and the fact that she had survived a previous trip into his digestive system, doubts began to creep into her mind.

"You promise I'll be okay... Right?" Her fingers just barely pushed on Brand's throat, not even enough for them to slip inside.

[Whitebrand]

Brand tried to think of a way to answer in affirmative without disturbing her too much and possibly scaring her out of it. In the end he settled for as sincere a nod as he could manage with her in his mouth.

"'onise," he sort of managed to say despite her being on his tongue. The movement slid his tongue along her body as she lay along its length, inching her a bit towards the ribbed tunnel of his throat.

[GenericBunny]

Fiona hadn't considered that Brand was unable to speak with her filling his mouth. She gasped as the tongue pushed her just a bit deeper, pausing to try and peer down into the dragon's throat. "Okay... I trust you." She took a deep breath, and began to push her head forwards and into the tight gullet.

[Whitebrand]

Her trust was almost as wonderful as her taste. The dragon relaxed his throat muscles to let her crawl forward more easily. Soon her head was surrounded by warm slick flesh that pulsed and undulated. Her shoulders fit neatly into his gullet as he let her crawl forward. Soon her entire upper body was filling his throat. Brand had to repress his swallowing reflex to keep himself from gulping her down right away.

[GenericBunny]

The vixen froze as she felt the slick flesh clench down around her face. But after a moment, she seemed to begin to calm down, allowing her body to relax. She pushed herself further, starting to pick up the pace as she let the throat claim her shoulders, and chest. The feel of the slick flesh tightly squeezing her body, and the sounds of the dragon's heartbeat and the digestive rumbles just below all began to give her a feeling of great calm. A reassurance that she was making the correct decision. Her body fit firmly within the esophagus, tightly enough to almost fully restrict her movement, yet not enough that she felt crushed. As though it was built just for her.

[Whitebrand]

Brand let her crawl into his throat, feeling every inch of her lovely, tasty body slide over his slick flesh. The muscles of his throat rippled slightly around her body, massaging her as she pushed herself deeper and deeper into the long tunnel of the dragon's neck. Finally Brand could take it no longer. He swallowed, dragging Fiona's hips, tail, and legs into his throat and pushing the young vixen deeper into his gullet and sliding her along towards his belly. He lifted his head, gaining an ally in gravity as he took her in. In moments she was squeezed into his belly, filling his stomach very satisfyingly.

Brand sighed pleasantly as her legs and feet slipped into his belly. He turned on his side and ran a hand over his stomach, feeling the fox settling in and making him feel better than he had been for the last couple of days.

[GenericBunny]

The vulpine's slender form glided effortlessly down the dragon's throat as the tongue suddenly pushed her in. In less than a second she was sealed within the beast's digestive system. Completely and utterly at his mercy, she thought as she was pushed down the esophagus. She was so excited by the idea of being somewhere so dangerous, yet trusting Brand to keep her completely safe.

Fiona remained still for a bit after she was deposited into the stomach. Though she knew she would be alright, the terrified feelings she experienced when she was first swallowed still remained in the back of her mind. She couldn't make sense of how she could be drawn to such a thing... But as she felt the rubbing from the outside, she decided it didn't matter. The fox reached up to return the rubs, beginning to massage and knead the slick flesh.

[Whitebrand]

Brand made a purring sound as he felt the vixen stroke the inside of his belly. He closed his eyes for a few moments as he enjoyed the sensation. Finally he sighed loudly and got up. He had a hunger to sate. She could feel it as he got to his feet. She swayed back and forth as he walked outside. She felt her stomach seem to drop away under her when he took off and flew into the sky.

He spent nearly an hour in the sky before he banked around and dove down at something. Fiona could only guess what it might have been.

[GenericBunny]

The rubbing inside slowed as the vixen relaxed. Before long she had fully surrendered herself to the movments of the fleshy pit, not offering even the slightest resistance as she was pushed around by the swaying of the dragon's belly, and the natural churning inside. She gasped as for a moment she thought she was getting sucked deeper into the dragon's digestive system! But she had merely been pinned to the back of it by the sudden and swift takeoff.

Such a small vixen wouldn't do anything to meaningfully weigh down Brand as he flew, but he could still feel her weight freely shift around, her soft but soaked fuzzy body rubbing over large parts of his stomach with each turn or change in speed. The thick flesh always cushioned her well enough, even when she was practically thrown from one side of the stomach and into the other. Fiona was still enjoying her time inside of the dragon, even if it hadn't been quite as peaceful of a stay as she had expected. When Brand dove, the fox in his gut was left feeling weightless. She simply guessed that he had decided to land...

[Whitebrand]

Brand landed on a rocky perch overlooking the High Plains. Below him herds of buffalo numbering in the hundreds, possibly thousands, meandered back and forth. None of them took notice of the hungry beast watching them.

Brand found himself with a dilemma: He was hungry. Really hungry for food he could digest. If he ate while Fiona was in his belly, she'd find herself sharing space with a dead buffalo--and get digested right along with it. He couldn't have that...but she seemed to happy where she was.

[GenericBunny]

Fiona relaxed on the slimy floor of the stomach, completely unaware of the predator's dilemma. For that matter, she seemed to have been able to forget that she was still made of meat, and completely at the mercy of Brand's ability to control his digestive system.

If she were to get sent deeper into the digestive tract, then perhaps the stomach could digest something separately. Though, that could make it much more difficult to cough her up later on.