Aozora was just going for a walk when he heard flapping wings. It was near the mountains, and the arctic wolf had already heard of dragons which live in the mountains and might come down from time to time. He had never seen one here so far. But as he raised his head now, he could make out a big, winged creature, circling. It was about 50 metres away, but sinking more and more, and it was not hard for the wolf to identify this creature, with its flying-membranes, the shiny scales and the long tail. Aozora felt a bit uncomfortable and wanted to hide somewhere. But at the moment he was standing in the middle of a big meadow with no hiding places. There was a wood at the left ending of the meadow, but it was a bit far away.

Aozora started to walk towards the wood, he tried to make it look like a random walk, not like he was fleeing. But he felt the dragon coming nearer and nearer which made him very nervous. He has nearly reached the woods when he felt the wind, made by the dragon’s wings, and then, an impact followed, only some metres to the right. The arctic wolf nearly lost his balance, then he turned. The giant dragon stood in front of him. Its scales were mostly dark blue, but they were purple at the back and red at the underside. The membranes were also red.

Aozora stood still, while the big scaled creature lowered its head and started to sniff at him. The wolf waved at the creaure nervously. He found this meeting intimidating, but also fascinating. While he was thinking about what will happen next, the dragon suddenly opened its big maw, and a long slimy tongue coiled around Aozora’s body. The wolf startled, and before he could do anything, he was lying inside the big, predatory jaws. He rolled around a bit, while the dragon raised its head again, and felt saliva stick to his fur. While trying to realize what was happening to him, Aozora found that it was actually a very good feeling to be inside a dragon’s maw. He had always thought about what this would feel like, to end up in the maw of a giant creature, and the softness and moist warmth were even better than he had imagined. While he was thinking about what getting swallowed would feel like, the dragon’s jaws closed with a snap and it got dark around the arctic wolf. A moment later he got pushed inside the throat, strong muscles start to squeeze him and pulled him down into the dragon’s oesophagus. It was like a heavy massage, a very warm and slimy sensation. Aozora had no choice but to enjoy it very much, and there was no way to escape anyway. Feet first, he disappeared into the tight, slippery throat and slid all the way down to the stomach. On the way he could sense the dragon’s heartbeat. The wolf felt like being a part of the dragon already and it was still hard to realize what was happening at the moment.

Finally he reached the stomach and landed inside a shallow pool of stomach fluids. The room had a stuffy air, but it was very warm and soft. Aozora leaned against the slick stomach walls and felt them moving from the dragon’s breath. A loud burp made the stomach shake for some seconds. The wolf thought about what had happened. It was still an unbelievable thing. Intimidating, but a big sensation he had always wanted to experience. And whatever would happen next, ending up in a warm wet maw and getting swallowed alive was among the most pleasurable things which had ever happened to him.



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(That's the last request for the moment as I won’t have much time for drawing the next two months)