INTRODUCTION: This role playing log contains soft oral vore involving a 50-foot male allosaur and a male human. (There's also a bit of hard vore against a raptor at the start.) The outcome is non-fatal (via regurgitation). It also features a multichambered belly (crop and stomach). Here's a picture of an allosaur we used for inspiration: www.marshalls-art.com/images/ipaleo/paleopg9/Smaximus1.jpg
 
 
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Pyro, 4/7/2011 7:27:08 PM:
Prehistoric jungles were never any fun. Hot, sticky, and generally unpleasant was the standard, and the one Kadin was exploring was no different. It was growing on and around a plain of boulders and rock formations and very difficult for a human to transverse. The young human was dressed lightly, only wearing a strong leather loincloth and a strap around his body, the sturdy bronze-tipped spear he always kept with him held underneath it on his back. He was trekking through the jungle on what amounted to a walk, simply scouting it out, exploring, and looking for a good place to sleep for the night. He was, in the back of his mind, hoping that he'd get very lucky and see a carnivore hunting. He had a strange fascination with it, seeing the powerful beasts hunt down their prey, the razor-sharp teeth and the gaping, bloody maws... It was an unusual obsession of his. He slid down the side of a low, rocky, rise onto a flat, grassy floor, glancing around casually and starting towards a nearby rock formation. It looked promising as a good camping spot.
 
 
Kodisoa, 7:35:51 PM:
The air is humid, but cooling ever so slightly and reluctantly now that evening approaches. There is almost no wind, which could be fortunate because it's less likely the scent of your slightly-sweating body will carry to any wildlife that happens to be lurking nearby.
 
 
You spot footprints. They're smaller than your own feet, but very unlike yours in shape. Although made by something bipedal, the prints indicate clawed, digitigrade feet. With closer examination, you recognize them as belonging to one of the small, flesh-eating dinosaurs. Those creatures fast and cunning, but don't usually attack humans except in packs. But packs are rare in this area. On the other hand, the larger cousins of these raptors, what will someday be known as Utahraptors, are a more serious threat, even singly.
 
 
Pyro, 7:42:41 PM:
Now quite on edge, concerned about the prescience, Kadin hurries his pace to the rock formation on the other side. It's sloped gently and there are roots drooping down and across it, enough to climb up and get a better vantage point. Kadin quickly reaches it, but upon grabbing one, it breaks off in his hand. Looking up, he sees that the trees all the roots are coming from are dead. Not enough soil on the rocks, most likely. Looking around for another way up, he doesn't immediately see one, but heads to the left. The trees and vines are a bit thicker there, but it's quiet enough to hopefully hear anything first. Hopefully, he thought grimly. He grabs the spear from his back and holds it at his side in a practiced stance, ready to thrust it forward at a target given enough warning.
 
 
Kodisoa, 7:49:01 PM:
You don't hear anything. Nearby, you spot the spore of some animal. In the still air, the dung smells fresh and appears to contain small white fragments -- perhaps the bones of some prey creature, or perhaps just the normal white lacing common to dinosaur droppings.
 
 
Pyro, 7:57:44 PM:
Feces... Maybe they meant the creature was hungry? Scanning the area out of fresh concern, the human continues along the boulder, looking for a way up. After a while, he decides the rest of the rock probably is just as steep, but that meant it'll be even safer, so he decides to try and climb. Reaching up and grabbing a sturdy branch from a low tree, he slowly brings up his legs until they're around it, then clambers onto the top, sitting on top of the branch. At least it's safe up here, he thinks to himself, looking for a way to get up to the top, still several feet above him.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:09:14 PM:
You hear footsteps. From out of the foliage 30 feet away emerges a well-camouflaged dinosaur, green and brown stripes adorn its large body, which is about twice the size of yours. In places the creature is feathered and in others scaled. Recurved yellow fangs are visible in its maw as it chuffs at you, watching you intently.
 
 
It seems almost as though it were lying in wait; some kind of ambush. The fact that it's so quickly aware of your presence might mean that it has been watching you, or waiting. Its tail bobs in counterpoint to its weaving head, which turns this way and that to study you, ready to dodge anything you might throw at it. Its powerful haunches and deadly raised toe-claws are the signature of a raptor. This is a Utahraptor, something you'd definitely not want to meet alone and unprotected, especially at night. Fortunately there is still light to see.
 
 
The creature growls at you and stalks slowly around your position. You wonder if its powerful legs are strong enough to propel it in a leap up to your position. You know smaller raptors can leap great distances, but the large ones, you're not so sure.
 
 
Pyro, 8:18:43 PM:
Clutching his spear tightly, Kadin doesn't move. He just lies on top of the branch, staring at the creature. Hopefully, it won't be able to reach him, and just leave him be. If it can, then, well, hopefully the spear will serve him well.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:37:43 PM:
The beast sniffs the air, pulling in your scents. A low growl emanates from its throat -- it sounds almost satisfied, or eager, perhaps because its saurian brain recognizes you as suitable game. As it continues to stalk toward you slowly, foamy saliva oozes out of its mouth. Some of the whitish drool dribbles to the ground. As it moves, you might admire the creature's grace and beauty if it weren't such a threat.
 
 
The beast aligns its body to point straight at you. Gauging the distance, it stoops lower. Muscles in its haunches ripple and bunch with stored energy, as though it's getting ready to pounce. The claws of its forepaws flex in eagerness. Its jaws gape open half-way to emit a hungry hiss, revealing a drool-soaked tongue and an impressive array of carnivore fangs. You try not to think about what those fangs could do to you as you clutch your spear.
 
 
Pyro, 8:42:22 PM:
Kadin is now really worried. On top of his branch, he can't move nearly fast enough to get out of the way. He point the spear towards the lizard, hoping to impale it if it jumps. From the looks of things, it could easily reach him, and he was helpless to do anything about it. It was getting late, getting dark, and he was in the ideal spot to be dinner. This creature doesn't look like it's going to give up. The primitive human's resolve weaken slightly at the realization.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:49:01 PM:
With claws outstretched and jaws agape, the creature leaps at you. It seems that like its smaller cousins, this raptor is a very good jumper, for it careens toward you like a nightmare of feathers and teeth. When its arc brings it in range, just before its body collides with yours, it bites at your spear, trying to grasp it in its jaws.
 
 
Pyro, 8:53:10 PM:
Kadin reels back, up off the log, but keeps his grip. He grasps the spear as hard as he can, his knuckles white and sweaty from the pressure, thrashing it about wildly, pray the raptor will lose his grip and the spear will stay intact; if it falls, all he's got is his bare hands and a loincloth to fend off a vicious, hungry beast. It reeked, too, the smell of the meat on his breath and general odor penetrating his nostrils almost unnoticed.
 
 
Kodisoa, 9:21:47 PM:
With a crunch of tooth on metal, the raptor's jaws close around your spear just behind the tip. A tooth breaks off as it bites down on the metal. But the other side of its jaws is able to get a better grip on the wooden shaft. Meanwhile, the creature lands with a thud right where you crouched just moments before. The impact of its great weight and its clawed feet splinter the damp wood. Its feet scrabble around as it tries to regain its balance, and its majestic feathered tail whips around to help stabilize its posture.
 
 
The creature is a natural athlete, and it takes mere moments before it is confident enough to turn its full attention back to you. It fights you for control of the spear, apparently recognizing it as a threat Unfortunately, not only does the creature weigh more than two grown men, it's also at least that strong.
 
 
Pyro, 9:31:01 PM:
Kadin shakes uneasily on the branch, trying with all his strength to shake the raptor off the spear. He lowers his stance, crouching, trying to stabilize himself on the rough bark of the tree, ignoring the scrapes and tears it's causing to his shins and leather sandals. He twists the spear around, trying to force his assailant to fall off. He aims a kick at the creature, the heel of his foot striking the beast on the leg.
 
 
Kodisoa, 9:41:12 PM:
The beast has a powerful grip on the spear. Although it must be hurting him to bite down on the metal so tightly, it seems to know that control of it is important. As you try to twist the weapon, the raptor's neck muscles bunch and quiver with exertion, resisting you. It wrenches the spear in the opposite direction, its strength overwhelming yours. When you kick the beast's leg, the creature grunts and crouches lower, its grasp on the spear momentarily weakening.
 
 
Now it pulls hard on the shaft, its brute strength pulling you irresistibly toward the looming bulk of its neck and forelimbs. Each fore-arm is large and feathered, but the paws at the end are bladed with claws that look as though they could grasp you if you got within reach. Once in the creature's grasp, the animal would probably be able to disarm you by sheer force, toss away the spear, and then turn the attention of its foul jaws on you. Unless you can do something, you might soon have to release the spear or risk the falling into the grip of its claws.
 
 
Pyro, 9:48:04 PM:
Acting an impulse, the human suddenly thrusts the spear forwards, twisting it around, trying to force it into the soft, red flesh of the monster's slavering mouth. He kicks again, both legs this time, holding on with his one free arm. He's getting tired -he was already from walking-, sore, and his flesh is getting torn and scraped in a multitude of places. He can't last much longer like this, and if he doesn't, he's raptor food.
 
 
Kodisoa, 9:52:55 PM:
The creature moans in pain as the point slightly penetrates. However, the creature's teeth grip the shaft and the point too strongly for the point to move far. The beast grunts again as you kick at it, but it was expecting this, and this time it doesn't weaken. Instead it bears down on you, trying to use its greater weight to force you back or disarm you.
 
 
Pyro, 10:00:27 PM:
The human tries to push himself away, but the raptor's grip on his spear is too strong. He's weak, and his hand is sore and painful from gripping it so hard for so long, and it's almost inevitable that he lets go, the spear and raptor snapping back suddenly. No longer forced towards the predator, he scrambles back, but he's not watching, and he suddenly tumbles off the log, falling some distance and landing among a rough bundles of saplings and sticks and dead leaves, not noticing the pain through his adrenaline. He stares up at the raptor; it's got the height advantage over him now, and he's far too weak to fight back. He's lunch.
 
 
Kodisoa, 10:10:28 PM:
The triumphant raptor flicks its head, tossing away the spear disdainfully. It glares down at you menacingly, slimy drool oozing from its maw.
 
 
Suddenly you feel a powerful thud shake up from the ground and into your bones. So intent were you both in your struggle that you didn't hear the approach of a greater being. A vast shadow falls over both of you, blotting out the sky. It's a colossal saurian head of an adult allosaur!
 
 
The titan's jaw structure is very similar to that of your raptor opponent. The main difference is the sheer size: the skull alone is bigger than you are, and each fang of the colossal dinosaur is sized and shaped much like a banana. Unlike its smaller cousin, this huge beast isn't feathered.
 
 
The mighty allosaur gazes first at you then the raptor with what seems like amusement; like what a god's stare might be like when looking at pathetic mortals engaged in their petty squabbles.
 
 
Your raptor rival twists around to stare at this new foe. The raptor quivers with indecision. So intent was he on conquering you that perhaps he's unwilling to leave his prize. Or maybe it's just sheer fright. In any case, the hesitation will prove costly.
 
 
Pyro, 10:18:47 PM:
Kadin stares at the massive, imposing dinosaur, out of both a shocked fear, and a strange feeling of being impressed. He did like watching the massive carnivores hunt, and this creature, so massive, so powerful, was almost amazing to see up close; as close as he'd likely ever get, since he was going to take this opportunity to try to flee. But where? behind him was the rock wall, in front the allosaur, and looking to the sides, he realizes he's fallen into a slight crevice. He quickly shuffles backwards, still on pebbly, dirty ground, into the crevice, the textured, layered walls curving back and covering the roof above him. He at once hoped that the beast would ignore him, and that maybe, just maybe he'd get to see that immense, toothy maw up close, but safely. Or so he hoped.
 
 
Kodisoa, 10:33:25 PM:
The allosaur swings his ponderous jaws toward the raptor. In the same instant, the raptor turns to flee, but it's too late: it's caught in mid leap by a bone-crunching bite, and as it just so happens, a spine-crushing bite. What was once a beautiful, graceful athlete goes limp in the titan's jaws. All the power of the raptor's jaws and claws, so deadly moments before, evaporates in an instant.
 
 
The allosaur bites down harder, producing a horrific sound of rending muscle, tendon, and bone. The raptor's tail and one of its legs are severed, falling to the ground. On the other side of the grisly maw, the raptor's neck and head are severed, falling away lifeless. You hear snapping ribs as the Allosaur uses the might of his jaws and tongue to crush the torso of the raptor, releasing all the viscera for his carnivorous taste buds to savor, The great predator pulls the crushed remains of the raptor in toward his throat, gulping repeatedly to pull the liquid and solid food down into his body. From the outside, you can see his frilled neck pulse with each swallow, pumping meat, bone, and rendered organs down into his own colossal set of digestive organs.
 
 
If you were to tear your gaze from the beast's jaws for a moment, you would notice his vast underbelly. Visible there, above the tree-trunk sized legs and claws feet, are his armored hide, probably proof against the mightiest spear thrust. Further back, where the animal's tail begins, you can see the cleft of the creature's vent. It bulges slightly, which probably indicates that this Allosaur is male. Or maybe it's just that the waste from his previous victim is ready to be jettisoned back to the land.
 
 
The Allosaur's drool mixes with the blood of his victim in a grisly feeding spectacle. The smell of the slaughter, as well as the Allosaur's own musky odor, are strong in your nostrils. As the beast finishes swallowing the largest chunk of the raptor, it turns its gaze briefly toward your hiding spot. He gives a inquiring grunt and snaps his jaws twice in your direction. It seems he hasn't forgotten you!
 
 
Pyro, 10:44:46 PM:
Kadin winces at the snap, sitting in the back of the cleft, curled up helplessly. He's terrified of the beast, but at the same time, possesses an instinctually contradictory desire to get closer to the beast. He's duly impresses by the power, the ease and action of the raptor he feared so much being sent to the literal belly of the beast. The maw of the beast is impressively adorned with sharp fangs, but he briefly focuses on where it goes further down, the pink, quivery flesh arcing back in a smooth tube, wanting to know where it goes, what's it's like down there with the former raptor. He involuntarily lets out a weak wimper, helpless against a beast that surely would like to make him dessert.
 
 
Kodisoa, 4/8/2011 7:15:46 PM:
The Allosaur dips his head down to stare into your hiding spot. He noses at the crevice, but it's a little too small for him to jam his snout into. Large yellow eyes glare at you. With one foot, he lightly paws at the crevice. He doesn't use his full weight, perhaps out of fear that he might bury you and lose precious meat.
 
 
He dips his head again to your level. The great jaws gape open to emit a thunderous roar, splattering you with sour-smelling drool and pungent, warm breath. This close, you can see the serrations on his backward-curving, blood-stained teeth. The muscular tongue, almost as big as you are, is a glossy pattern of red and grey; it curls in the bottom of the lower jaw, framing the gaping throat of the beast. Saliva bubbles and splashes about as the roar tapers off. You note the roar was tinged with frustration, but also something else... it's like a possessive announcement. It's as though he's laying claim on you, warning any nearby competitors that this quarry belongs to him alone!
 
 
Pyro, 7:25:32 PM:
Kadin pulls back from the ferocity, feeling a sort of strangely enjoyable terror at the massive beast's movement. Almost up against the narrow back wall of the crevice, he tries to push himself back further instinctually, but he can't fit any further back. He can see, through the open front and the narrow slit going all the way up, the massive, frilled neck, the beast looking through the front at him, mouth open, like a cruel invitation. It can't reach him, but it looks hungry, and it's doubtful it'll go away any time soon. "Don't kill me," he mutters weakly to it, not bothering to specify eating.
 
 
Kodisoa, 7:32:27 PM:
The carnivorous dinosaur lifts a foot and flexes the toes experimentally. He puts it back down again, as if realizing it's too big to help. Now he steps forward with a thud you can feel in your bones. His head and neck disappear from sight above you, leaving his torso and underbelly in view. This close, liquid gurgling and sloshing sounds can be heard from beneath the titan's ribcage, just forward of where the powerful tail begins.
 
 
Now a massive, three-clawed hand comes into view, flexing and bending, inserting into your hiding spot. The black, sickle claw-tips try to curl around behind you so that the armored fingers can grasp you!
 
 
Pyro, 7:44:36 PM:
Kadin feels a sudden rush of terror as the claw reaches for him, passing around him. He twists to the side, away from it, flattening himself against the wall and trying to squeeze farther back, though unsuccessfully. He feels the saurian claw around him, praying it won't grab, rougher than the leather he's used to wearing, the claws hard and cool. Surprisingly to him, contradictory to the cold-looking scales and flesh, it's warm, a constant reminder that the thing trying to devour him is a living, breathing thing just like him. They all have to eat.
 
 
Kodisoa, 7:55:16 PM:
The three clawed fingers wrap around you, pulling you up against the base of the paw, whose flesh is tough and leathery, covered with bumpy, rough scales.. The grip tightens possessively, greedily, triumphantly. The force squeezes some of the air from your lungs, but isn't quite enough to cause injury. A pleased growl can be heard from the throat that looms above your crevice. Now the claw retracts, pulling you with it, away from the paltry shelter.
 
 
Suddenly and dizzyingly you're lifted up toward the dinosaur's main body. The beast cocks his head toward you, studying his prize. Its muzzle looms closer and the great, mucus-lined nostrils scroll open. A great suction pulls at your hair, cooling your sweating skin with the breeze. Your scent floods into creature's nasal passages, informing his saurian brain -- the mind of an accomplished, experienced hunter, that what it has caught is alive and suitable meat. A sloshing sound can be heard from within the closed jaws as the animal licks its teeth from inside. Saliva leaks out past his lips and teeth. Apparently your scent is quite appetizing to him!
 
 
Pyro, 8:04:57 PM:
Kadin cringes, deathly afraid of the beast. Surely he's not the first of his kind to be sent down the throat of this monstrosity, into that loudly churning belly. He, however, feels a strange respect of sorts for the beast, almost seeming to enjoy being grabbed, crushed, and manhandled, completely at the mercy of the allosaur, most certainly doomed. Either way, it's horrible and terrifying for an intelligent creature, so driven to survive and prosper as humans are, to be doomed as lunch for anything. This one is young even for that, barely 15 years of age, still learning to fight and survive. Practically crying at the fear and pain he feels, but soothed strangely by his desire to get closer, he implores, "Please... I don't want to die..." hoping that, by some miracle, the beast will understand him, maybe even see his conflicted desires.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:19:56 PM:
The Allosaur rumbles in satisfaction. Yes, this is how caught prey is supposed to act. Alive and squirming, whimpering. This thin-skinned animal has no claws or fangs. It is poses no danger to him. Thus there is no risk to simply carrying out his intentions, of giving in to his body's desires. Not like the raptor, who was a potential threat, and had to be dealt with promptly.
 
 
He hesitates, thinking about what a strange, emotional creature you are. Perhaps you'd better serve him as something more than merely food. But hunger spurs him onward, and in any case you need to be shown your place.
 
 
Meanwhile, you're still clutched in the meat-eater's paw, with his frilled jowl looming over you. You hear an organic rumble from deep in his viscera. It appears there's room for one more somewhere in there! His stomach must lie somewhere beneath those thick belly scales, wrapped in layers of taught muscle the form the main torso of this massive theropod.
 
 
The carnivore noses your naked chest. He snorts, puffing warm air against you. You feel the jaws open slightly against your chest. The slick hardness of a fangs lies against your naked skin, contrasting with the rubbery softness of saurian lips. Sudden wet warmth spills out against your skin as the beast's tongue emerges to lick you. The organ is warm and bumpy. It quivers with a life of its own as its surface conforms to your shape, sucking the sweat and flavor from your flesh before being pulled back into the jaws. The creature's breath is strong, though not as foul as you might have expected. It smells of meat and decay, but is also alive with vitality and strength.
 
 
Pyro, 8:47:01 PM:
Kadin recoils only slightly at the contact, feeling some sort of strange enjoyment from the rough treatment, the enjoyment of him, the carnivore's dominion over him. But even so, he doesn't want to die, even at the hands of such a powerful creature, inevitable it may be. He tries to fight, but the creature's strength is immense, far more than his meager human muscles can render against it. He realizes that this must be normal; he's relatively small and weak, this creature is big, strong, and hungry. It's perfectly logical that he'd serve as food. But all the same, it was his evolutionary imperative not to, even though now he really can't do anything but beg the beast, futile it may seem, to let him survive. Not being eaten he didn't mention; the though of such appealed to him strangely, going down without dying, he now realized. "Don't... don't kill me. Please," he whined, not for the first time.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:57:16 PM:
The Allosaur points his snout at you. His jaws gape to emit a soft roar, to reassert his claim over you, to announce his attentions and prepare you. He hesitates a few moments, seeming to delight in the trembles of your soft body.
 
 
The jaws scissor open again, this time wider. Abruptly they come down and around you, surrounding you with the oppressive shadow and stale warmth of his maw. The three fingers of his paw loosen their grip and begin to withdraw. It's an awkward maneuver for the creature because it isn't used to using its arms to feed itself. They're more for tearing and slicing at prey. Normally he'd just use his jaws to pick up a smaller prey such as yourself.
 
 
The saliva-coated surface of the tongue is beneath you, curling in the cup of the lower jaw like an oily serpent. The serrated fangs of the half-open jaws gate you inside, threatening to close once the paw is awkwardly withdrawn. A bony hard palate arches above you, curving back and down toward the throat, which is currently blocked by the upward tilt of the tongue.
 
 
Pyro, 9:08:47 PM:
Kadin gags involuntarily, but he's more focused on the sensation of it all. The hot, soft, slimy tongue, the slight schlicking noises from its movement, the pungent, but somewhat mild, reek of its meaty, powerful breath. Kadin's been crying slightly, upset at his fate, up to this point, but now his few tears are overwhelmed by the sticky saliva coating the tongue, dripping form the top of the maw. The allosaur is drooling; it must like his young, fresh flavor. He feels strangely glad for that, somehow happy to please his newfound master.
 
 
Kodisoa, 9:17:53 PM:
The sickle claws of the beast pull out from the jaws, your last lifeline to the outside world pulled away. With a clap, the jaws snap shut, sealing you in foul, humid darkness, and abruptly jamming you between the hard palate above and the oozing tongue below. The allosaur's maw has no room for you to move, and you are forced into a hunched posture by the natural curve of fang and jaw as they close. It's very claustrophobic, generating a feeling of being utterly trapped and helpless.
 
 
The whoosh of breathing fills your ears as the creature sucks in a breath through his nostrils. Distantly you hear the drum-beat of the titan's heart. Now you hear a muffled gurgling from down below, through the neck, deep in the viscera, where even now the butchered remains of raptor are stewing and being prepared for digestion.
 
 
Pyro, 9:30:28 PM:
Kadin's very overwhelmed by the experience; such incredible proximity to the beast, surrounded by its body and overwhelmed by the experience. All instinct and urges, now utterly futile, slip away as he lies on the tongue, his tears drying up, wanting to accept his apparent fate as an allosaurus' meat. He shifted around, sliding only briefly inside the tight, cramped maw. The dirt and sweat on his skin was mixing with it, sliding off, actually cleaning his grimy skin, even as slightly bloody slime coats it Again he moved, slipping on the tongue, staring in the tiny amount of light he had down the maw, at the gap he knew the throat to be, and nervously anticipating sliding down it, even to his doom, though he harbored the weakest of hopes it somehow wouldn't be.
 
 
Kodisoa, 9:39:41 PM:
From unseen glands, saurian saliva squirts onto your naked flesh. It's warm and incredibly slippery. It smells and tastes like the allosaur's musky odor. The animal's tongue presses you against the hard palate above, rubbing along your body. You remember that this same maneuver was used to crush the body of the raptor; the teeth weren't even needed, just the pressure of jaws and tongue. Perhaps the allosaur intends to do the same to you; but for now, it seems content to taste you. Its mouth lathers your fragile flesh with saurian drool. Its tongue licks and flexes against you, conforming to the shape of your limbs and kneading your sore muscles, appreciating their well-toned, meaty bulk. Your flavor flows along the taste buds, flooding the dinosaur's brain with signals that its mouth contains food ripe for the taking.
 
 
From the throat below comes an appreciative, hungry growl. The pressure around you builds. The tongue folds around you possessively. The throat behind you irises open, eager and hungry.
 
 
Pyro, 10:03:27 PM:
Only barely aware of the throat's opening to engulf him, folded in the tongue as he was, foul saliva surrounding him. He was fully and truly enjoying it now, barely aware of his tired, sore muscles and wounds, limp and unmoving in the beast's maw, surrendered to it. He rolled around slightly, sliding on the massive, slippery tongue cupped below him. It was hot and extremely humid, overwhelmingly so even, and the seemingly foul scent attracted him in a bizarre way. It was overwhelming, really, all the different sensations forcing themselves on him, each strangely enjoyable. He barely even noticed his loincloth, or the leather strap draped around his left shoulder and attached at his waist.
 
 
Kodisoa, 4/16/2011 6:51:53 PM:
The powerful tongue presses against your abdomen, forcing almost all the air out of you. The skull around you tilts up., but a tooth at the side of the lower jaw has snagged your loincloth. Now the serrated fang slices through the leather, tearing it free. It leaves you nearly naked -- more vulnerable than ever, your bare flesh foamed and greased with the reptile's gooey drool. The sheer amount of ooze around you must mean this allosaur is still hungry after dispatching the raptor -- or that he just really savors your flavor.
 
 
With your loincloth torn a peeling away, there's less to hold onto now. The fangs are like ivory bars sealing you in the confines of this warm-blooded lizard's powerful jaws. You're beginning to slip backward toward what must be the throat. The hard palate above gets softer and slimier as you slip backward, deeper into the digestive tract.
 
 
Pyro, 7:01:20 PM:
Wincing at the loss of his covering, Kadin lets out a stifles, low-air gasp, and the strap slips off him with it, leaving him utterly bare. His exposed parts now rub against the slightly rough, saliva-coated tounge, pulsing up and down slightly, powerful muscles handling him with such strange gentleness and power. The flesh around his legs is softer, smooth, his legs pressing into it. It was so strangely comfortable, like a very soft modern bed slipping around and pulling him inside, even as he was being pulled from the world. His last sight of the outside world is the strands of light poking through gaps in the vicious teeth, sinking and pulled lower as the tounge presses up and along his face. He lets out a weak, soft moan of pleasure, his arms, still in front of him, reaching up and along the edges, gripping it ever so lightly.
 
 
Kodisoa, 7:30:25 PM:
 
 
The tongue surges and arches against your exposed stomach and groin, pressing your tailbone against the mucus-lined palate. A rumble of happiness shakes into your from the surrounding flesh -- it seems the creature is enjoying you, or perhaps it senses your own growing pleasure. The jaws open slightly then close again, and then they repeat this. This motion kneads your body with waves of pressure, but it's also a feeding reflex, forcing you backward away from the dim light... deeper into the neck of the beast. You're feeling yourself slipping over the back of the tongue.
 
 
Now the allosaur claps his jaws shut and shoves at you, though not quite a swallow. You're forced back behind the tongue, splashing down into a funnel-shaped bag containing of warm mucus and bubbling saliva. The tongue rises and blocks your escape back upward, sealing you in claustrophobic warmth.
 
 
You hear the whoosh of the creature's breathing through his nasal passages above, the wind of it coursing down the trachea below you and into industrial-sized lungs. You world of flesh and bone rocks and sways as the allosaur shakes his head, lodging you firmly against the base of the fleshy funnel. The back end of the funnel is a wrinkled hole through which warm drool is slowly draining. That orifice must be the way down into the carnivore's digestive tract! A rumble from the belly far below confirms this, sending bubbles of acrid air up past you. Even now, the raptor's carcass is digesting below you, deep within the beast.
 
 
Pyro, 7:43:11 PM:
Emitting a slight moan, Kadin stares intently out at the dimly visible world of light and jungle that is the prehistoric era, wanting a last look at it before he leaves, gurgling away in some miserable carnivore belly. The way the allosaurus is treating him, acting just the same as when gulping down mouthfuls of food, was so enjoyable to him. He'd watched them do it from afar with rapt attention, but never did he expect it to be happening to him, much less alive.
 
 
He couldn't move his legs; they were trapped in the soft, shrinking orifice of the beast's throat, pushing gently into and around him, pushing him down fast after them.
 
 
Kodisoa, 7:54:06 PM:
Light leaks in as the jaws gape a final time. The clinging flesh and saurian saliva rumbles around you as the allosaur growls, warning the world that this is what he does to prey! The jaws shut with a fleshy clap. The tongue and palate mesh together, trapping you in the dinosaur's throat. The allosaur's brain, not far above you, issues the command you've both been waiting for. The animal gulps!
 
 
The gullet irises open beneath you, leaving you without support from below. Gravity takes hold, and simultaneously you're assaulted by a pressure wave and a muscular contraction that abruptly drives you 6 feet deeper into the powerful neck of the beast, down a slimy chute of rippling muscle.
 
 
An outside observer would be able to tell that the allosaur is swallowing something, but they wouldn't be sure what. The animal's frilled neck bulges out slightly with the food. Its powerful claws flex in greedy happiness. Its eyes close in concentration, feeling his own body forcing yours down into his digestive tract, starting you on a journey that leads to the very center of his hunger -- a hunger that is now rending fat and muscle from the carcass of a ruined raptor.
 
 
Pyro, 8:05:17 PM:
The gulping is audible inside, a loud, wet noise the coincides with Kadin's sudden plunge into the soft flesh of the allosaur's throat, soaked in saliva, the excess running down alongside him in the cracks and ripples of the peristaltic flesh. He lets out a stifled half-moan, half-gasp, half groan. There's nowhere to move, and the muscle is so tight he's squeezed and tightened inside the esophagus. It's overwhelmingly hot and sticky, to the point his senses are dulled. He can smell the pungent reek of raw meat and digestive action, and audible is the distant beating of the powerful heart, the straining of the powerful muscles, the wet squishing of his being swallowed whole and alive.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:20:08 PM:
You're forced downward another 6 feet through the tight constriction of the reptile's throat. You hear and feel the animal gulp again in his eagerness to have you as his own. This pushes you deeper still, down through the collarbone and into the main body. The pressure makes it difficult to breathe, and the warmth is intense. You're now roughly between the two powerful arms, directly in line with the spine above and the ribcage pressing in on the gullet from all sides. The animal's heartbeat and breathing are loud in your ears and they reverberate through your flesh.
 
 
The carnivorous body pulls you deeper. The walls around you become more ridged and a little looser. Now there are vertically-running folds of flesh in the walls, like an accordion. Your progress stops here. You're now lodged just below the titan's heart, nestled between his pulsing lungs, The collected drool and sweat drains away from you, slipping down through a constricting sphincter at the bottom that presumably leads to the allosaur's stomach.
 
 
Not long ago the broken body of the allosaur's previous prey passed this way, though it didn't stop here but was pulled relentlessly into the carnivorous belly below you. Traces of raptor blood line this chamber and the air here is a mix of acrid air from the digesting meat below and the fresher air from above.
 
 
The allosaur's body around you tenses and erupts with a roar of triumph. The allosaur has claimed two prizes today.
 
 
Your world sways and shifts as the beast turns. A shudder and thud shakes the body around you as the allosaur takes a step, then another. You're moving! You can't tell where you're going, but as part of the beast's diet now, have no choice but to accompany him. Perhaps he's returning to his lair to sleep off his feast.
 
 
Pyro, 8:38:40 PM:
Kadin lets out a soft gasp, panting heavily to regain air for his forcibly drained lungs. Reaching out, below him now, he pushes against the walls; they give way slightly, able to expand to accommodate food like him, it would seem. But what is this, why has he stopped just above the stomach that seems so eager to have him? Regardless, this was a spectacular, if not almost surreal, experience, and he curls up rather comfortably, sliding easily about in the wet gut, tight around him it was, the hot, damp air giving him just enough air to breath. The slight swaying of the creature's movement around him, the shaking stamping of his feet rhythmically pounding along the ground. He relaxes inside, content to at least enjoy his strange last few moments of life, even more if this means his salvation.
 
 
Kodisoa, 8:50:05 PM:
As the great hunter transports you to who knows where, the dinosaur's armored toes flex to absorb some of the impact of each step. The impact is further softened by slight give of all the joints and musculature around you. A final softening is provided by the muscular bag in which you're cocooned in warmth, namely the possessive grip of the crop that holds you close among the lungs and heart, suspending you safely above the doom of the allosaur's digestion deeper down in the torso, where the main stomach is now processing its meaty meal. You can even hear the gurgles and churning of the gut below, and sometimes some warm, greasy fluid from below splashes up against you, sour-smelling but strangely pleasant in its bubbling, tingling, clinging closeness.
 
 
This hammock-like crop is all that's keeping you from sharing the raptor's fate, of becoming food for the allosaur. Perhaps he's saving you for later. Perhaps where you go from here, up or down, is under voluntary control of your host!
 
 
Pyro, 9:01:31 PM:
Kadin shifts inside the tense, sickly steaming crop, having just drifted into and out of an uncomfortable, futile sleep. He feels a dim urge rising inside to fight, to kick and push and try to escape, but he knows not to. The massive, muscular beast is easily far too strong for him to hurt, and any fighting might, for all he knows, trigger it to kill him in an instant. But then, why is he keeping him alive? Maybe this beast likes fighting prey. Feeling a nervous knot in his stomach developing, he shifts again, further uneasy. Whatever this beast is planning, he wishes it will happen soon. The heat is starting to give him a headache.
 
 
Kodisoa, 9:14:59 PM:
Some time has passed while you slept. The allosaur has returned to its lair somewhere and curled up to rest. The beast's stomach below you has processed most of the crushed raptor, pumping its liquefied remains down into the reptilian plumbing further below.
 
 
Fortunately for you, the great carnivore has stayed awake so far, deliberately keeping you confined in his crop, holding you above and away from the chaos of his belly. But now he feels sleep descending like a web on his mind. At first he fights it, but it's a losing battle. He considers what to do with you, but lacks the energy to decide or follow through. Maybe playtime is over, because he knows that if he falls asleep, his body will do with you what it wills. It might be your doom. But he can't help himself... he's slipping down into the warmth of dreams.
 
 
Inside the cocoon of flesh, you feel the mighty whoosh of breathing slow down around you It's less of a gust now and more of gentle, relaxing ebb and flow, like the wind through the treetops. The beast's heart, mere feet away through layers of muscle and connective tissue, slows its beat down until it's only half the speed, much slower than your own, and its contractions much less forceful now.
 
 
The muscular sack holding you relaxes a little. The valve below you looses a little, and you feel the slight tug of peristalsis. It's not that forceful yet, and easy to resist. It's more of a coaxing and rippling that invites you to slip downward. With the allosaur apparently asleep, there's no telling what will happen with his digestion now: will it stop, or merely slow down? What would happen if you get pulled down to where the raptor is or was?
 
 
Pyro, 9:38:25 PM:
Kadin lets out an involuntary, worried whimper, now legitimately concerned for his safety. The stomach was hungry for more, and he was in just the right place to serve that role. He pushed backwards, scrambling, fear rising instinctually in the face of a danger not yet even that great, his feet sliding on the wet flesh, having no room to go. He turned around awkwardly, his brain muddled by the heat and damp, fingering the stomach valve in the dark, trying to see if by some miracle he could pry it open but to no avail. After a few moments of his fingers sliding around on the thick coating of saliva, utterly unable to get a grip, he gave up, releasing his tense body, sliding back down a few inches, tears starting to well up. He'd been so close to surviving, to managing to live his fantasies and make it out alive, but now it seemed it was all for naught.
 
 
Kodisoa, 4/17/2011 1:21:05 PM:
The mighty predator is no longer so mighty -- his breathing is slow and relaxed; his heart not sounding the drumbeat of its daily rhythm, but the soft lullaby of dreaming reptilian slumber. The dino's crop wraps around you gently, shifting and tugging you farther away from the heart, down where the liver and pancreas lie, which are in recovery from the rich meat of their earlier meal. Apparently the beast's digestive system isn't used to working with live prey, especially while asleep. Thus the guiding motion around you can still be resisted; but for how long? Eventually you'll exhaust yourself. You're not sure how long an allosaur sleeps each night, but it could be the whole night. The relaxed sounds of the sleeping giant around are soothing, inviting you to share whatever strange dreams that romp through a male allosaur's mind. What might it feel like to slip down into the true stomach of a sleeping, carnivorous dinosaur?
 
 
Pyro, 1:40:51 PM:
Again, Kadin pushes back, away from the stomach, trying to get a grip on nothing but wet, soft flesh. Is there a point to it, straining and pushing, an exercise he might have to keep up all night only to die in the morning at the hands of the allosaurus. He begins pounding on the walls weakly, but then after a moment stops. He could fight, scream, try his hardest to wake the beast, but he doesn't. A strange curiosity grips him, an urge to let go, to find out what it's like further down inside the steamy, reeking chambers. And he does, relaxing, sliding down a foot or two, waiting to let the beast's digestive tract do to him what it must.
 
 
Kodisoa, 1:58:13 PM:
From below, some acrid-smelling slime leaks around you, oozing into your skin. But it's not as strong as some of the leakage earlier, back when the raptor was still relatively intact and being dissolved down there. It itches a little, and also warms your skin slightly, but it's clear no harm is being done yet. No telling how much stronger it is down in the stomach. You're about to find out.
 
 
As if sensing your compliance, the muscular, sack-shaped crop wraps around you with a renewed effort. The wrinkled sphincter guarding the stomach relaxes, slipping up to being covering your body as you're dragged downward. The heat is indeed greater down there. More of you is pulled down. Soon your entire body has left the crop and is sliding down a short, slimy passage. The passage widens and you're shoved into hot, acrid foulness that must be the allosaur's chemical stomach, where the raptor was digested earlier. Indeed, remnants of that event still remain: some softened scales and bones, the reek of rusting iron from the raptor's blood, and some slippery strips of cartilage and other unidentifiable carnage.
 
 
But most of the raptor's liquefied remains and the acidic soup that disintegrated it have been pumped further down, leaving the chamber less hostile than before. Even so, breathing is difficult. The sour air that fills your lungs might not be entirely breathable, though fortunately it isn't painful. It is very warm though, as are the thick folds of flesh that comprise this new sack inside the beast. The folds cling to you, though the digestive glands interspersed throughout the stomach don't yet recognize your presence; so they don't come awake and begin to assault you as they did the broken raptor. Your skin also helps protect you, that it's impossible not to notice the tickling and bubbling sensation wherever your body comes in contact with the greasy digestive stew that still coats the bottom of the chamber.
 
 
The entrance back up to the crop seems sealed off now, and even if it weren't, the stomach tissue has so much elasticity that there's little chance of getting any leverage to work your way back out. Meanwhile, the dinosaur's dreams take a disturbing turn, for his body has felt your weight slip down into his main stomach. But it feels wrong somehow, as though it's going against a plan. The titan stirs a little in his sleep, causing a swaying shift to the organs and his food. His tailtip strokes against his ribs and stomach, feeling the bulge of nutrition inside, subconsciously knowing that time is growing short.
 
 
Pyro, 2:05:50 PM:
Letting out a groan, the human shifts around, turning to face downwards, the force of unnoticed gravity dropping him further down. He shifts around again, onto his side, pulling his arms and legs closer. Where they rub against the soft, tough flesh, it stings and itches uncomfortably. He gags, overwhelmed by foul juices and gaseous fumes, then suddenly vomits, emptying the contents of his stomach into the creature's own. He groans again, curling more tightly, covered in sick enzymes and weak acids.
 
 
Kodisoa, 2:39:24 PM:
It appears you aren't alone inside the beast's true stomach: writhing worms infest some of the stomach walls, coating you in their vile secretions. Perhaps they're parasites or symbiotic creatures of some kind. And this says nothing of the vast array of bacteria that infest the caustic soup, which eagerly coat your body, sensing new, raw nutrition.
 
 
The allosaur's languid heartbeat speeds up a notch. The digestive glands around you come awake and begin to ooze forth hydrochloric acid and enzymes. Fortunately there's so much other sludge in here, not to mention your own meaty body, that it will take some time for the acidity to reach a level where it causes serious injury.
 
 
Even so, you feel the growing tingle of reptilian digestion as it rises up around you. The heartbeat speeds up more, and the carnivore's breathing becomes more gusty. Maybe it's just the effort of digestion, that's causing this -- but no, the allosaur seems to be waking!
 
 
The allosaur shakes off sleep and wills his eyes open. He feels you down in his main stomach, dangerously close to his gizzard, where the raptor is even now being ground up and pumped down into the loop of his intestines. If you're to live and become his new plaything, you mustn't be allowed to slip into his gizzard, he realizes. You couldn't survive that, and indeed even where you are now is dangerous. Reluctantly, his rouses his tired, creaking bones, shifting his great bulk onto his toes. With his arms, he pushes himself onto his haunches and stands upright again, swaying as he sheds the veil of sleep.
 
 
As your host stands up, the world around you pitches and rolls, tossing you this way and that, and eventually down to the bottom of his stomach, down by the gateway into his gizzard. The gizzard sphincter relaxes and threatens to engulf you. Fortunately, allosaur is awake now, and back in control. He clenches his gut, causing the walls to seal around in tight warmth. He wills the contents of his stomach back out, as he would to feed a hatchling.
 
 
You feel the animal's gut, fully awake now, writhe and surge against you. The powerful musculature tries to heave you back up and through the crop, employing reverse peristalsis to help. But you're a heavy chunk of meat, and gravity is against you. It might not be so easy for the beast to disgorge you on his own.
 
 
Pyro, 2:45:15 PM:
Kadin, almost gleeful at the beast's kindness, begins trying to avoid the digestive cycle as best he can, pushing and fighting away from it, but there isn't much he can do. Feeling sick and ill from his stay in the literal belly of the beast, there isn't much he can do, and he just waits, churning around in the belly, relaxing the hopes it'll make it easier to release him, rather than digest him.
 
 
Kodisoa, 2:53:58 PM:
The allosaur tilts his head and neck downward, resting his paws on the ground. Inside the beast, your world tilts from nearly vertical to horizontal. This makes the ejection through stomach and crop much easier. Up ahead you hear the eruption of gas and liquids from the throat, back out into the toothy maw. Soon it's your turn: you're brought back into the crop first, but constricting rings of muscle continue to squeeze you horizontally along the spine above. Back up the animal's neck you go. As before, it's a very tight fit, and it knocks the wind out of you just to be forced up through the collarbone. You feel a touch of cooler air, than another.
 
 
With a final surge of the throat, you forced up past the closed trachea and up into the pharynx. The great arch of the tongue lies ahead, and the toothy jaws are open, allowing foul gruel to exit and fresh air to enter. The allosaur clenches his jowl, forcing you out of his throat and onto his wedge-shaped tongue. The tongue holds you in the titan's jaws as it feels the length of your body for signs of life.
 
 
Pyro, 3:01:11 PM:
Coated in sickly juices, Kadin pants heavily, weak and tired and out of breath, but overjoyed that the monster has saved his life. After a moment, he's regained enough energy to roll over, and he reaches up, massaging the ridges roof of the maw. "Thank you. Oh, thank you," he utters.
 
 
Kodisoa, 3:04:23 PM:
Feeling your touch, the great throat rumbles a growl of relief and pleasure. Apparently the reptilian predator didn't intend for you to become his food, at least not today. Gently, the allosaur coaxes you out of his jaws, using his tongue to protect you from the harsh edges of his fangs. The air is humid but cool -- at least it feels cool against your wet skin, and due to the contrast with the profound warmth from inside your thunder lizard host.
 
 
Pyro, 3:07:49 PM:
Kadin moans weakly as he slides gently out of the maw, falling onto the grassy ground beneath him. He sprawls out, stretching his weak, tired limbs, happy to be out of the cramped quarters, enjoyable they may have been. He's exceptionally thirsty, covered in slime, and the heat has given him a headache. "I need water. Please," he grunts.
 
 
Kodisoa, 3:11:10 PM:
The allosaur eyes you and gives a happy rumble. You and he are camped out under his favorite tree. The stars and moon are out. A brook babbles nearby.