As you slowly open your eyes, you realize that you can't see anything and that you're soaked in something. You try to move, just to find that the most you can do is move your tail, flail your forelegs, and push on something soft and fleshy with your back legs. You try to push yourself forward, but your paws slide off of the fleshy stomach walls. You will be dead before too long, and your panic will stop then... Until then, all you can do is struggle and hope for the best.
Soon however, you pass out and are digested into a nutritious soup in the Dragonair's belly, who was already fast asleep.
