Author: Owner

Meeting the Dragon
It was eight in the morning and Dietrich couldn’t find his pants. This was a first for the half-dragon, seeing as he normally kept good track of all of his belongings. He rummaged around underneath his bedside table, but came up with nothing but a few dustbunnies. He huffed and stood up, bashing his head against the underside of the table with a muffled ‘ow’ and leaving two gouges in it with his horns. He pulls himself up to his full height, rubbing the back of his head and wincing.
“Stupid, idiotic…” Dietrich mutters to himself with a bit of a German accent, slowly opening his eyes. He immediately caught sight of himself in the full length mirror next to his bed and paused, studying his image. Tall, almost nine and a half feet, and covered in dark grey scales with a red throat and underbelly, he tended to attract stares wherever he went. Currently, he was only wearing a sleeveless white shirt, which he had tailored himself to let his wings through. Horns sprouted from his head and his shaggy white hair almost covered his yellow-green slitted eyes. Sighing (and when he sighed, it was quite impressive) to himself, Dietrich looked down at his legs and crotch, briefly considering going au naturel for the day.
“Not like I’d be the only half-dragon doing it… hell, might as vell hit a nude beach vhile I’m at it…”
A loud ‘thump’ from the other room caused him to jump and turn, his spade tipped tail hitting something on a shelf and knocking it to the ground with a crunch of broken glass. Dietrich ignored this for now, listening intently. Another thump, followed by the sound of hoarse yelling, made his eyes widen.
“Oh shit! I forgot!”
He dashed out of his room and into the apartment proper, almost tripping over various piles of electronics, before reaching the closet door. For some reason, it was padlocked shut, though Dietrich knew perfectly well why. A pang of guilt hit him as he reached up and knocked gently on the door. The thumping and yelling stopped.
“Um… guten morgen…” Dietrich stammered, feeling slightly embarrassed by the whole situation. “Er, are you… you know… alright in there?”
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Alright? AM I ALRIGHT?!” a woman’s voice shrieked from the other side of the door. Dietrich cringed, halfway expecting this sort of reaction. “You fucking locked me in here all night! If I hadn’t left my phone on the counter, I WOULD HAVE CALLED THE COPS ALREADY!”
“Look, I’m really sorry, but you’re going to have to calm down!”
“Oh, I am calm! You should have seen me last night when you first threw me in here and locked the door! I’m practically a motherfucking POND of calm compared to then!”
“No, you don’t understanding,” Dietrich replied, running a hand through his hair in dismay. “The more you scream und struggle in there, the less I’m inclined to let you out.”
“What the FUCKING hell is that supposed to mean?” the woman in the closet yelled, punctuated by the sound of something solid hitting the door. From the sound, it was probably one of her shoes. Dietrich flinched and stepped back.
“It’s instinct! You’re acting the part of the damsel in distress, I can’t help myself!”
Silence reigned for a few moments. Dietrich took the opportunity to step back to the door and start fiddling with the padlock, trying to remember the combination.
“Let me see if I have this straight,” the woman softly said, causing him to stop what he was doing. “I have to remain calm and happy, or else you won’t be able to let me out. And all of this is because of some STUPID FAIRYTALE BULLSHIT?!”
The woman’s voice rose to a shriek and Dietrich flinched again, though he did resist the urge to step back. Instead, he worked on getting the lock open.
“It’s not fairytale, really,” he said, trying to use the conversation and the work to keep his mind off of the feeling that he should just leave her in there for now. “All of us half-dragons have these… urges, I guess you’d call them. Things like hoarding treasure und kidnapping damsels. Some of us just feel them more strongly than others.”
“Any other ‘urges’ I should know about?” came the sarcastic reply. At least she was staying calm.
“Vhy do you think I called for a prostitute last night?” he muttered, finally getting the last number in place and pulling the lock off. Opening the door, he peered sheepishly in at the very angry looking street worker.
“So, you’re horny AND you like to kidnap people? That’s pathetic.”
“Er, you might vant to step out of the closet before getting mad at me again,” the half-dragon said, gesturing with a hand. The lady of the night huffed and stalked out. He closed the door and turned, finding her looking him up and down with a quirked eyebrow.
“Am I supposed to be impressed by your lack of pants?”
Dietrich looked down and made an ‘erk’ sound, trying to cover himself with his hands. His shaft was hidden behind the draconic genital slit, but his balls were definitely on display for the world to see. The prostitute laughed and, turning on her heel, started for the door, grabbing her phone and purse on the way.
“I’ve seen bigger testicles on a mouse.”
“Pretty sure that’s physically impossible,” Dietrich said, sidling to the side until he was standing behind the kitchen countertop, effectively hiding himself. The prostitute laughed again, throwing a glance back at him.
“A big ol’ dragon, cowed by a little whore? A mouse has bigger balls than you.”
“Ah, I get it now. Um… is there any chance ve could, you know…”
She raised an eyebrow at him again.
“Not mention vhat happened to the authorities? I’m feeling bad enough as it is.”
The prostitute eyed him for a second, trying to gauge his sincerity. After a moment, she nodded and grabbed his pants from the couch (Oh, that’s where they were! Dietrich thought), pulling his wallet out and rifling through it. She then pulled out a hefty wad of cash, leaving him with about twenty dollars left until he got payday.
“There, you’ve bought my silence,” she said, opening the door to his apartment and stepping out. Dietrich let out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding when the door latched in place, feeling some of the tension leave.
“Vell, that’s one crisis averted,” he muttered to himself, heading for the couch to retrieve his pants. No sooner had he grabbed them that there was another, louder thump from behind the door to his storage room, making Dietrich jump and drop the pants in surprise. There followed the sound of something like a small avalanche and someone yelping out in shock. “Die Hölle?”
Stepping softly up to the door, Dietrich pressed an earhole to it and listened. On the other side, he could make out the sounds of piles of stuff being shifted about. A moment later, he heard a voice.
“Well, that could have been a lot worse. How’d you like your first trip between, Lee?”
Dietrich heard a muffled reply, followed by more of his stuff shifting.
“Oops, sorry,” the first voice said with a chuckle, “I didn’t realize you were still under all this… huh… What do you think all this junk is, anyway?”
Dietrich found himself growling slightly. That room wasn’t filled with junk! It was his treasure hoard!
“Dunno,” a second voice said. The half-dragon couldn’t be sure, but this one sounded… worn down. Almost like someone who just had the worst day ever. “Where are we?”
“A room full of junk, I’d say.”
That did it. Grabbing the nearest blunt object, a frying pan, Dietrich swung the door open with a roar, causing the two inside, a grey jackal and an all-white fox, to jump back in surprise. Seeing as the jackal was closer, Dietrich took a swing for him first. He half expected him to duck. Instead, the scrawny jackal somehow managed to grab ahold of the half-dragon’s arm and, with a precise twist of his hips and a well-placed kick to an ankle, flip him over onto the ground, effectively knocking the wind out of the big scaly. The fox could only watch, his eyes wide at the sudden display of finesse from his otherwise dopey friend.
“As greetings go, this isn’t the strangest one I’ve encountered,” the jackal said, throwing a smirk at his white-furred companion. Regaining his breath, Dietrich sat up and took another swing, causing the jackal to yelp and jump away. “Whoa! Hey, I think we got off on the wrong foot here!”
Growling, Dietrich got back to his feet and took yet another swing. The jackal deftly dodged that one as well, which he had been counting on. His swing went unbroken, going into a full spin to bring his tail to bear against the intruder. One resounding ‘thwack’ and the sound of someone tumbling to the ground brought a smile to Dietrich’s lips. Completing the spin, he stalked forward and placed a foot on the stunned jackals’ chest, effectively pinning him.
“You think you can just valtz into a dragons’ hoard und take vhat you vant?” Dietrich asked, laying on the menace and pressing down a bit more firmly. The jackal, surprisingly, didn’t struggle under the weight placed on him. Instead, he glanced around in confusion, taking in the various stacks and piles of electronics, ranging from antique to modern. After a second, something seemed to click for him.
“Oh… OH! Yeah, we definitely got off on the wrong foot. Lee?” the jackal said, calling back to the white fox, “Don’t try to take anything. Dragons know when something of theirs is missing.”
“Wouldn’t dream of adding ‘theft’ to my day,” the fox, Lee, muttered in reply. Still, he took a step away from the nearest stack, making sure to touch nothing. Smiling now, the jackal looked up at Dietrich and held his hands up in a pacifying manner.
“My name is Grim. I swear to you, we had no idea this was your hoard room. We’ve only just arrived.”
Dietrich scowled down at him, but upon seeing that his horde wasn’t in any danger, he begrudgingly removed his foot. Grim pulled himself to his feet and brushed his shirt off, eyeing the half-dragon curiously. Dietrich huffed and folded his arms, glancing over at the fox to make sure he wasn’t trying anything funny. Lee, for his part, merely stuck his hands inside his pockets and ignored the attention.
“How did you two get in here?” Dietrich asked, turning his attention back to Grim. The jackal shrugged in response.
“Point teleportation?” he rhetorically asked, before chuckling to himself. “In all seriousness, though, we never intended to end up in your home. Now that we’re here, though, could we trouble you for a place to stay the night?”
Both Lee and Dietrich perked up slightly at this, both of them giving Grim a confused look. Grim just kept on smiling.
“I can promise we’ll stay away from your hoard.”
“I’m sorry, vhat?” Dietrich asked, a bit stunned by this turn.
“Just one night, I promise,” Grim restated, still smiling like it was completely normal for this sort of conversation to occur. Dietrich shook his head in dismay.
“Hold on, vhat are you-“
“I’d be willing to pay you for it,” the jackal smoothly interrupted.
“That’s not-“
“And we’ll stay out of your way.”
“You can’t just-“
“We could even protect your hoard for you, free of charge!”
“I never said-“
“I mean, seriously, one night couldn’t hurt, could-“
“ALRIGHT! FINE!” Dietrich yelled out, reaching the end of his patience. Grim’s smile grew slightly wider.
“I promise, you won’t regret this,” he happily said, “and I’ll try to answer any questions you have later. For now, do you have a shower? Lee could really use one.”
Dietrich was about to throw back a sarcastic reply when he finally got a whiff of something… terrible floating through the room. A quick sniff and a glance at Lee confirmed the source, the fox’s ears splaying in dismay at the sudden look thrown his way. Shaking his head in disgust, the half-dragon jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
“Through the bedroom, on the right.”
“Thanks!” Grim said, grabbing Lee by the shoulders and herding him out of the room. Dietrich barely had time to adjust to what had just happened before the jackal peeked his head back in, a mischievous grin in place. “You trying to impress someone with your lack of pants?”
Dietrich looked down, again realizing that he was indeed pant-less. Grim snickered and left, not waiting for an answer. Dietrich sighed to himself, partly out of frustration, partly out of confusion.
“Fine… au naturel it is… vhy not…”

	Lee found himself shoved into the dragon’s bathroom, turning to regard Grim, who was smiling like an idiot. Lee was beginning to get the sinking feeling he’d be seeing a lot more of that smile in the days to come.
	“Are you sure this is a good idea? He looked pretty pissed.”
	“I’m absolutely sure the shower is a good idea,” Grim replied, “as for the dragon guy? Eh, I’ll smooth things over with him. You just stop worrying and shower off, you smell horrendous.”
	Before Lee could respond, Grim shut the door and spun around to lean against it. Looking out the bedroom door, he spotted the dragon approaching, still without pants. He smiled to himself, suddenly having a brilliant idea.
	“Toss your clothes out while you’re in there, I’m going to see about getting them washed,” Grim called to the closed door, “and make sure to take a long one. Believe me, it’ll help with more than just the smell.”
	With that, he walked out of the bedroom and approached the dragon, giving him a lopsided smile. He was met with a halfhearted scowl in return.
	“You seem a little tense,” Grim observed. The big guy huffed, trying his best to glare, but failing. The whole situation of the day was just too ridiculous for him to deal with this early. “I don’t think I ever got your name.”
	“Dietrich…” came the reply. Grim nodded.
	“Dietrich, huh? Well, aside from having to put up with me, why so tense?”
	“I doubt you’d understand, sorry.”
	“You never know,” Grim replied. “Heck, I might even be able to help.”
	“If I don’t tell you, vill you keep on pestering me?” Dietrich asked. Grim’s smile grew wider.
	“I’ll leave that up to you to decide.”
	Dietrich huffed again, deflating slightly. He might as well tell someone, and this strange jackal was willing to listen. Hell, why not.
	“I have these… urges… und most of them aren’t exactly good for the public. I try to keep them under control, but lately it’s been getting a lot harder.”
	Grim didn’t say anything; he just stood there with a nonjudgmental expression. Dietrich took this as a sign to continue.
	“Last night vas the vorst. I called for a prostitute to help… sate… one of my urges. She ended up getting upset. Apparently, half-dragons require a different set of regulations or something. I ended up locking her in a closet when she started getting… belligerent.”
	“Ah, the ‘damsel in distress’ urge,” Grim knowingly said. Dietrich perked, giving Grim a strange look. The jackal waved a hand dismissively. “It’s perfectly natural, especially with another urge affecting how you think. I’m pretty sure Bahamut would be proud.”
	“Right. The God of all dragons vould be proud of a half-breed that can’t control himself. I’m pathetic.”
	You’re not pathetic,” Grim contended, turning around and leaning back against the half-dragon with a contented sigh. Dietrich quirked a horned eyebrow ridge down at him. Grim, in turn, looked up at him with a smile. “You just need an outlet, that’s all. You still have that urge from last night?”
	“Er… yeah,” Dietrich said, not understanding where this was going. “Like I said, I kind of locked her up in a closet before anything could happen. I let her out this morning.”
	“Uh-huh. You hungry?”
	“Starving, actually.”
	Grim reached down behind him and gently grabbed the dragons’ balls, giving the softball-sized orbs a gentle squeeze. Dietrich stiffened, staring wide-eyed down at the jackal, who only smiled all the wider.
	“I’ll bet I can sate two of those urges for you.”

	Grim had been right, Lee begrudgingly admitted to himself as he stepped out of the shower, now fully clean and un-stinky. He’d been in there for a little over an hour and a half, meticulously cleaning all of the various gunks out of his fur and hand-wraps. The normalness of the cleansing had allowed him to come to certain terms with all that had happened to him. Lee still felt a distinct pang of guilt whenever he thought of Marcus. The cheetah had been something of an anchor for him, the only person that he considered to be a real friend, giving him something at least normal to come home to. Now, however, Marcus was…
	Lee shook his head, banishing those thoughts for now. He didn’t want to imagine the last sight he had seen of his friend. He was already sure that bad dreams were on their way, just from the shock of it all and he wanted to hold off on the inevitable depression and mourning for as long as possible. Drying himself off briskly, Lee tied the overly large towel around his waist and peeked out from the bathroom, billowing clouds of steam preceding him.
	“Grim?” he called out, looking around the room for the jackal. Not seeing him, Lee stepped out of the bathroom, nearly tripping over his dirty clothing. Scowling down at them in disgust, he calls out again. “I thought you said you were gonna see about getting these clean?”
	There was no answer, save for some sort of shuffling sound from the other room. Ears perking up, Lee walks over to the open door. Before he makes it all the way there, however, his foot brushes up against a piece of cloth of some sort. Looking down, he’s surprised to find Grim’s shirt and pants on the ground. Glancing toward the door, he spots the jackal’s hat, the red lettering embroidered on it practically shining up at him. Another shuffling sound followed by a moan caught his attention then. Remembering their earlier conversation in the café, specifically the part about how Grim ‘doesn’t swing that way most days,’ Lee sighed to himself, figuring out what had happened.
	“’Smooth things over,’ huh?” he muttered, stepping over the hastily discarded clothing and wandering into the living room. “As long as this doesn’t become a regular thing, I suppose I can handle…”
	Lee trailed off, his mouth hanging open in shock at the sight before him. Lying spread out on the couch was the dragon, naked and sporting quite the erection, the strangely forked red tip of which slowly oozing. A sticky white mess covered the lower half of his massively bloated stomach, the red scales stretched to the point that Lee could make out tiny hints of lighter pink flesh beneath. His paws were slowly and firmly rubbing over said stomach, his head thrown back as he moaned out in pleasure, burping slightly. In response, something underneath the belly scales shifted and moved, very much alive.
	“Y-you…” Lee stuttered. The dragon jerked and looked up, a goofy smile plastered to his face. Lee felt his hands balling up unconsciously at how the dragon looked, like the cat that had eaten the canary. He’d already lost one friend today and now this?! “You ATE him?!”
	“Oh, yeah,” the dragon dreamily replied, his hands pressing even more firmly against the moving bulge in his middle. One hand was sliding lower, probably to his still firm shaft. “Fucked him and ate him. Mein Gott,  it vas awesome.”
	Feeling something mentally snap, Lee launched himself at the overfed dragon with a yell, landing almost right on top of that belly and beginning to punch and throttle him. The dragon oof-ed in surprise and put his hands up, warding off the blows as best as he could.
	“SPIT HIM UP! SPIT HIM UP NOW!!”
	“Vait! Hold on a sec-ACK!” the dragon tried to respond, taking quite the blow across the muzzle. Lee could feel the belly shifting and moving beneath him. Taking this as encouragement, he continued his assault, punching the scaly fellow hard enough in the chest to make him wheeze.
	“You cough him up right now, or I swear, I’ll-“Lee’s tirade was cut short when something very strange happened. The stomach beneath him suddenly shrank, causing him to fall backwards and off of the couch in surprise. The dragon made a displeased sound, rubbing at his strangely flat tummy. Apparently, the fox’s attack had surprised him more than it had hurt, seeing as he was mostly worried about what had happened internally. Lee jumped back to his feet and was about to launch himself at the grey-scaled fellow again, this time to demand what happened, when he was unexpectedly put into a very slimy but firm hold, his arms held behind his back.
	“Jeez, I can’t leave you two alone for five seconds,” Grim said in his ear. Lee stiffened in shock and turned his head to look. Sure enough, Grim was behind him, covered head to toe in slime, but very much okay. He was giving Lee a gentle smile, like one from a reprimanding parent. “Now look, Dietrich is starving again.”
	Looking forward again, Lee watched the dragon get up and pace forward, sniffing at the jackal as if to make sure he was real. Grim chuckled as the nose passed over his face, pulling Lee closer to himself.
	“Whaddya’ say, big guy?” Grim asked, nuzzling the side of Lee’s face with his own and leaving a sticky trail of who-knows-what. “You up for a two-for-one special?”
	“W-wait, what?” Lee managed to stammer out, glancing back at the Reaper. Grim just chuckled and nodded, directing his attention to the front. Looking forward once more, Lee just had time to see Dietrich open his mouth wide, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and lunge forward, plunging the two of them within its humid depths with a soft ‘pop’ of dislocated jaws.
	Despite having his arms held firmly behind his back, Lee tried to struggle, feeling that warm and slimy tongue press and move against his body. Grim just chuckled and did his best to restrict the fox’s movement, rather enjoying himself as he got to experience a second trip into the half-dragon. There was just enough light for Lee to see how close they were to the opening of the throat, the muscles and flesh surrounding it twitching and moving in anticipation. It was a sight he would rather not have to have seen, especially with this being his second time traveling into someone’s body.
	“Wait! Don’t do this!” Lee cried out, struggling all the harder. The only answer he received was a muffled moan, Dietrich enjoying the struggles in his mouth all too much. The dragon pressed down further, Lee beginning to feel the tightness of the throat around the crown of his head. There was a constricting pulse, a wet organic sound, and Lee found his head and shoulders pressing into the throat, Grim shoved more tightly against his back and still keeping the fox from fighting. The dragons tongue slithered down lower, tasting new parts of him, and Lee realized with a sudden blush that he had lost his towel at some point.
	“Oy! Off the merchandise!”
	A food muffled laugh answered his complaint, but the dragon didn’t comply, merely pressing his tongue more firmly along Lee’s sheath. Despite the horror of the situation, he couldn’t deny how unbearably GOOD that felt. Lee felt his hips twitch in an involuntary thrust against the tongue, then heard Grim laughing softly in his ear.
	“That’s right,” the jackal said, hugging himself tighter to the fox as another squeezing swallow pulled them further in. “It’s perfectly alright to enjoy yourself. You’re far too tense as it is.”
	Lee wanted to protest, he really did, but it was cut short by a shuddering moan as the dragon’s dexterous tongue squeezed and rippled around his slowly emerging length. He shifted, doing his best not to get so turned-on by this, but then realized there was something long and firm pressing against his back. A soft moan from Grim confirmed his suspicions, causing Lee to shoot the jackal an accusing glare. At least, he tried to, only to end up biting his lower lip to suppress another moan as the tip of the dragon’s tongue dipped into his sheath and practically pulled his erection to full strength.
	“Just let yourself go,” he heard Grim whisper in his ear, finally releasing the fox’s arms and sliding his own around Lee’s chest in a light hug. They were deep enough in Dietrich’s throat now that all of Lee’s struggles were now futile. Still, that didn’t stop him from at least putting up a token resistance, shifting and moving as the dragon continued to apply his tongue to Lee’s fully extended length, abstaining from swallowing the two of them any further for now as he focused on his current task.
	From the outside, it must have been quite the sight. Dietrich was leaning over, his jaws wide open around two pairs of legs and his tongue slurping up between the lighter colored set, drool spattering down to the floor as he pleasured one of those within. A large, squirming bulge could be seen in the half-dragon’s neck, no longer moving inward and making all sorts of muffled moaning sounds. One of Dietrich’s hands was tracing along this bulge, rubbing at it firmly as his other moved to his own crotch and began to stroke his massive red erection in time with the slurps of his tongue. His stomach growled in annoyance, unhappy that it had lost a meal and even more so that the current larger one was no longer moving inward. He ignored it for now, simply focused on giving one half of his meal a good time.
	Inside that bulging throat, Lee couldn’t stop thrusting and moaning out, his mind practically blown away by the pleasure. That maddening tongue kept up its assault, at one point sending a forked tip into the slit on the end of the fox’s member, tasting the salty pre-cum spilling forth. Lee’s eyes practically bulge out of his head at this, his moans getting louder and his thrusting hips moving faster. Grim chuckled at this, feeling the colossal effort in the quivering throat muscles as Dietrich still refused to swallow. Sliding a hand up, he tweaked one of the fox’s nipples in an effort to aid in giving him pleasure. The jackal could feel his own erection sliding up and around the fur of Lee’s back as the arctic fox continued to hump into the tongue, but he elected to ignore the pleasant feeling. Lee had told him he wasn’t gay, so Grim would respect his friends’ wishes. For now, at least. 
	Quivering with the effort and the taste, Dietrich couldn’t resist any longer and swallowed again, pulling the fox and the jackal completely off of the floor and standing up to his full height. He still did his best to get Lee off, but the tip of the fox’s member was beginning to poke at the entrance to the half-dragon’s throat, making it harder for his tongue to reach all of it. Still, he did his best, his own shaft being stroked faster and harder, a mess of pre making it all the more slick.
	Lee knew this was wrong. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he just KNEW being eaten was bad, understatement of the year award pending. Hell, he had been eaten earlier that day and it had been terrifying! Still, despite the suddenness of the ingestion, the tightness of the throat, and the feelings of betrayal from the Reaper at his back, Lee couldn’t help but to enjoy it. He had never expected being swallowed to feel so… sensual. The half-dragon was doing his part to keep things gentle, swallowing softly so neither of his guests would come to harm. Lee moaned out again when the tip of his shaft entered the constricting warmth of the throat, his cock beginning to throb and spurt as he couldn’t hold out for much longer. As if in response to this, he felt as well as heard Dietrich moan, the flesh of the throat quivering around the two of them.
	“See? It’s not so bad,” Grim whispered in Lee’s ear, causing it to twitch slightly. Lee grunted slightly, still thrusting and, ironically enough, moving them slightly deeper into the throat.
	“You’re *huff* such an *mmph* aaAASS!!” Lee says before howling out, tipping over the edge of the precipice of pleasure. He clenches his teeth, biting off the howl before it can get too loud and thrusts one last time into the throat, coating it with spurts of milky white seed. Before he realizes what’s happening due to an orgasm induced funk, Grim has grasped him by the shaft and stroking him in an effort to milk the fox for all that he’s worth. As if on cue, another moan ripples around them and the throat starts pulsing again, pulling the two of them deeper.
	Outside, Dietrich smiled around his mouthful and tilts his head completely back, aiming the protruding legs and feet at the ceiling and gulping in quick succession. Soon, all that remained of his meal was a long and large squirming bulge in his throat and chest, as well as two pairs of feet poking out from his lips. With a sucking slurp, even those feet are contained within. Dietrich ‘mmms’ around his mouthful and swallows again, finally clearing his mouth and allowing him to finally lower his head. Both of his hands are stroking and rubbing lovingly over the moving bulge within him, his erect shaft ignored for the moment. Relaxing his throat for the moment, Dietrich allowed gravity and involuntary peristalsis to move the swollen mass lower, pressing firmly with his hands to feel it as his gullet emptied out and shrank. When he had eaten Grim earlier, he hadn’t taken any time with it. This time, Dietrich intended on enjoying the sensations to the fullest.
	Still blown away by an overly amazing orgasm, Lee comes slowly down from his high just in time to feel the last of the cool outside air vanish. He tries to struggle again, but his entire body felt just too nice and tingly to do much more than shift slightly. Grim hugged him all the tighter, murmuring comforting non-sounds in his hear. Another pulsing flex in the flesh surrounding the two pushes them further downward, a firmer wall of sticky impeding progress for the moment. After a brief pause and a firm shove from the outside, the sphincter begins to flex open, allowing two furry heads to poke into the stomach. Lee glanced around, unable to see much in the darkness, but he could definitely tell it was small.
	“Don’t worry,” Grim said, as if reading the fox’s thoughts. Another push of internal muscles forced their shoulders in, causing the two of them to start to curl along the stomach walls. “I fit in here easily earlier. It’ll stretch, you’ll see.”
	Lee sighed, figuring that at this point, there was no point in arguing. Another, more powerful wave pushed them in further, the ring of the stomachs entrance tracing over their forms and causing the fox to shudder slightly as the rippling throat muscles flexed and moved over his still sensitive cock. They continued to slide in slowly, only gravity and a very few soft gulps aiding their descent.  Lee had to clench his teeth to suppress another moan as the sphincter pressed firmly against his shaft, massaging it pleasantly as it passed through.
	True to his word, the stomach indeed stretched as the two of them spilled slowly inside. It wasn’t roomy, by any means. It was more like being wrapped in an overly tight warm and wet sleeping bag. There was barely enough room for Lee to shift around so he could face Grim. As more and more of them entered, the stomach stretched to the point that a faint pinkish-hued light began to filter in. As they finally slipped fully in and the sphincter closed up firmly behind them, Lee could just make out Grim’s ever-present smile.
	“Looks like we got our room for the night.”
	Lee just scowled at him and folded his arms over his chest. The stomach walls around them began to shift and flex, signaling the start of digestion. Grim just chuckled, wiping some of the accumulated slime away from his eyes.
	“Oh, calm down, you,” the jackal chided. “I was in here for almost an hour before you attacked Dietrich and I’m perfectly fine!”
	“Yeah, but you’re a-“ Lee started to say before their whole internal world suddenly shifted, everything sloshing about. The fox suddenly found himself pressed on top of Grim, front to front, and the Reapers erection was rubbing against his own. With a slight yelp, Lee shoved himself away from him, stretching the stomach wall slightly in his attempt. A muffled groan rang out and something from outside pushed Lee back into place, massaging his back slightly. He growled in annoyance and shifted just enough so that he and Grim weren’t… touching. “What the hell just happened?”
	“If I had to guess, I’d say Dietrich is lying down,” Grim answered, trying not to laugh as Lee shifted around. “Anyway, you were saying?”
	“I was saying,” Lee said, trying to ignore the thought of the half-dragon sleeping them off, “that you’re a god. I wouldn’t be at all surprised that you can survive in here. I’m not a god though. Is this you finishing off what started with Ed?”
	Grim laughed and tried to pull Lee into a hug. He was promptly shoved back, making the stomach bulge out slightly and caused another groan from Dietrich. More pressing from the outside came, obviously the half-dragon’s hands as he massaged his overstuffed belly.
	“Oh, is that all?” Grim asked once things had settled down a little. “Please, you’re already living on borrowed time. You won’t die as long as you’re with me. Think of me as the ultimate cheat code.”
	“I won’t die,” the arctic fox disbelievingly said. Grim nodded his head enthusiastically. “What about being digested? If I can’t die, will I just become a sentient piece of dragon shit?”
	“I’ve already taken care of it, don’t worry! We’ll get out of here in one piece, Dietrich will get some nutrients out of it, and everyone ends up happy.”
	Lee huffed and sat back in response, having little choice but to trust in his friend on the matter. They sat there in silence for a moment, Grim obviously enjoying the surroundings. Lee couldn’t help but to follow suit, rather liking the constant massage he was receiving from the sticky walls surrounding them. The last time he had been in a stomach, Lee had been much too terrified to even begin thinking about how it felt. He sighed and rolled his eyes at Grim.
	“Alright, fine. I admit it; it’s really comfortable in here.”
	“Glad you agree.”
	Another moment of silence passed with Lee trying to ignore the smug grin his ‘roommate’ sported. He couldn’t help smiling as well, though that faded after a moment when a strange motion started moving the belly back and forth, almost rhythmically.
	“What’s that?”
	“What’s what?” Grim asked, his own smile fading a bit. The motion continued and Lee pointed at the walls of the stomach to indicate it.
	“That! Is he walking somewhere?”
	“Hmm…” the Reaper said, placing his chin in a hand in thought, studying the motions. After mulling it over, his smile came back, though a little more wicked. “He’s still on his back, so no, he’s not walking. He IS getting some exercise though.”
	Lee stared at the jackal, not comprehending his meaning until he felt an odd, long pressure against his back. Blinking, he leaned back against it, feeling the motion more clearly and hearing a sudden moan from outside the stomach. A quick glance back at Grim and Lee suddenly realizes which side of the stomach he’s on. To put it another way, it’s not the half-dragon’s spine he’s feeling.
	“Oh, gross! Is he really?!”
	“Hee-hee, yup!”
	“Agh, that’s disgusting!”
	“Oh, settle down. It’s not like any is going to get on you,” Grim said with a dismissive wave. “Besides, you’re not complaining about swimming in your own seed, are you?”
	Lee clammed up at that in embarrassment, looking down so as not to let Grim see him blushing. The motions continued, moaning punctuating the rocking. Eventually, the stomach tightened up immensely and Lee found himself mashed against the Reaper again.
	“What’s going on now?!” Lee asked, slightly worried. Even Grim looked concerned.
	“I don’t know,” he replied, casting an eye up to the stomachs entrance, watching it begin to pulse. Not soon after, it yawned open and a veritable cascade of sticky white fluid flowed into the stomach, coating the two of them in musky goo. Directly afterward, the constriction ended and the stomach relaxed, a low groan of pleasure reverberating through the flesh. Shaking some of the goo off of his head, Grim glanced at Lee, one eyebrow raised apologetically.
	“I stand corrected. It IS like you’re going to get some on you.”
	Lee just stared at him, completely mortified, before reaching out and punching him across the nose.

To Be Continued…