Intro to characters: Dante and Beatrice
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�I would do anything for love, but that?!�
 
�The answer is no, Bea.�
 
Dante was trying not to be mean, but what his girlfriend had just suggested was completely ludicrous. Dante and Beatrice had been dating for just over a year now. They were assigned together as lab partners at the beginning of their freshman year of college. For the entire first week of classes, it seemed that Beatrice couldn�t keep her eyes off him. Of course, neither could anybody else in class. Dante is two inches tall.
Nobody noticed he was any different when he was a newborn; he appeared to be perfectly healthy. However, after his fifth birthday, he began to shrink in size as he grew in age. By his 6th birthday, he had already lost 4 inches. Doctors couldn�t tell what was wrong. By all accounts he appeared healthy besides the fact that he was shrinking rather than growing. By the time he was 12, he was no more than a foot high. Finally, at around the age of 16, he settled at 2 inches tall. His family did everything they did to make the proper accommodations. His mother and father kept the local doll shop in business with constant purchases of miniature clothing and furniture. His younger sister loved to tease him about his condition, but loved him as much as any sister could love a brother.
 
�Please, Dante. I really REALLY want to try, just once!�
Beatrice kneeled on the ground so her face was equal with the table that Dante was standing on. �Please just let me swallow you just once.�
 
Much of Dante�s field of vision was taken up by this vision of beauty. Her long, brown hair, her bright green eyes pleading, her lovely pink lips, which longed for him, her-. He turned away so he could think without being distracted by her beauty.
 
�Bea, this is crazy. What if I get hurt? What if I can�t get out?�
 
�Sweetie,� she gently put her finger on his shoulder and turned him, �I would never do anything to put you in harm�s way.� She looked hurt that he would even suggest such a notion.
 
Dante crossed his arms in front of his chest. He knew that he couldn�t say no to those eyes, but the thought of being consumed by his own girlfriend was terrifying. How much food has gone into her stomach and never come back? What if she simply never let him out? He would be digested just like the rest of her food. But relationships are about trust, and this would be the ultimate sign of trust.
 
Dante sighed. �Alright,� he said, �I�ll do it.�
 
Beatrice�s pleading look changed to an excited smile.
 
�Oh thank you, Dante!� She squealed as she scooped him up in her hands and planted a kiss on his head. Her lips were warm and soft and nearly enveloped his head. Dante blushed, feeling the warm wetness from her breath on the side of his face. He stared at Beatrice�s face, but his mind was elsewhere.
 
�I�m going to be passing through those lips completely before long.� He thought. It was a terrifying thought, but it was also strangely exhilarating. From the moment he passed through her lips, he would be relying on Beatrice to keep him safe, to protect him. Dante would literally be trusting her with his life. His fate would be completely out of his hands.
 
�Dante?� Her voice brought him out of his trance. �Are you ready?� she asked, her lovely voice filled with excitement and anticipation. �I could turn back now,� he thought. �It�s probably my last chance.� He breathed in deeply, and then exhaled. �I�m ready.� He replied, his voice wavering from nervousness.
 
Beatrice placed him gently on the table and knelt down beside it, resting her chin on the table just a few inches from where Dante stood. She parted her lips and slowly opened her mouth as wide as she could and stuck her tongue out of her mouth until it touched the table right at Dante�s feet. Dante could feel her hot breath washing over him. It was humid, and the moisture clung to his skin. Dante removed the rapier from his belt, the sword Beatrice herself had painstakingly made by hand using a large sewing needle and a heat gun so that he could defend himself against the comparatively large insects and rodents which threatened his safety. He placed it gingerly on the table and looked again at his girlfriend�s gaping maw.
 
It was cavernous at his height and from this angle. He saw her long, surprisingly dexterous tongue, which lay like a red carpet at her feet. He could see her pearly whites, perfectly in line and sparkling from years of dental care and braces. The pink flesh glistening with saliva, some of it stretched from the roof of her mouth to her tongue as if they were pillars holding her mouth open. Behind was her throat which longed to pull him down to her stomach. He shuddered slightly and took a step onto her tongue. It was soft and wet, and his foot sank into it slightly when he stepped. Dante shuddered again. It wasn�t an altogether unpleasant sensation, it was just completely new. He placed his other foot on Beatrice�s massive tongue. He took another look at her throat that waited for him, and the nerves began to get to him.
 
�Um, Bea?� he started nervously, �I don�t think I can do this.� Suddenly her tongue started moving underneath him, lifting him up slightly off the table and curling behind him like a wall. He slipped down to a sitting position from the sudden movement.
�Bea, what are you doing?� He started panicking. �Beatrice?!� She giggled cutely and began to draw her tongue slowly into her mouth with Dante sitting on it. She slowly slid him past her pink lips, her upper lip gently brushing past him. �Beatrice! BEATR-� He was cut short as she closed her lips behind him. She began to move him around in her mouth with her tongue, enjoying the salty flavor of his skin.
 
A loud moan echoed around him. He was completely soaked in slimy saliva at this point, and her tongue had traveled over every part of his body. It wasn�t entirely unenjoyable, but he really wanted to get out. Dante began fighting against her tongue in the blackness to reach her lips. He felt the floor shift under him, and her lips opened up slightly to illuminate the blackness. Instantly he saw his feet sliding right into her throat and he started getting pulled down.
 
�Oh no,� he said, panicking, �no, no NO!�
 
Gulp! Beatrice swallowed him. She traced Dante�s faint outline with her finger as it traveled down her throat and disappeared behind her breasts. She felt him drop into her stomach, and it growled loudly.
 
�Dante, this is what you get for embarrassing me in front of my parents!� She said crossly.
 
�Oh man,� Dante said to himself, �She�s still mad about the dinner fiasco.� Dante regretfully recalled one particularly vulgar joke. �I�m sorry babe,� he called out nervously. �So can I come out now�? �Bea?�
 
Beatrice smiled wickedly. She heard him, and she�d let him out later, but for now she just wanted him to learn his lesson. She grabbed a towel and went off to take a shower.