A story made for



Had fun with it, it's definitely a challenge to try and write stories using another person's sona/character. Hope you all like it!

Saakulaa belongs to me.
The Sergal species belongs to
Sirath belongs to

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Saakulaa was a Sergal, of no real remarkable features. His furry body was a dark gray, eyes blue, and middling in height, standing at roughly 6 and a half feet tall, or 2 meters. The unique aspect of the Sergal, was that he was a traveling magic merchant. On the Sergal’s back was a large backpack with some strange runes and markings. Currently, the Sergal was on his way to a far away town that was hosting a festival, one that would be very lucrative to his business. Sundown was approaching rapidly, the cool late winter air was felt even more so within the shade of dark trees. Looking up at the sky, Saakulaa sighs and submits to the fact that he won’t be making it before it gets dark.. time for camp then.

Camp came quickly, the mage’s pack ‘exploded’ and like.. well, magic! The entire camp was erected in a small clearing. A tent, a fire with a pot boiling above it, and a small chair to rest upon was what came out. The mage stretches slowly with a sigh and sits down on his chair, chin resting within the palm of his hand while the other hand lazily stirs the pot. Eventually some ingredients would be added, some carrots, a little beef, and a few other vegetables.

The smell of cooking food would waft like a taunting beacon through the forest, straight to the nostrils of a particularly purplish dragon. Sirath, a black scaled dragon with purple highlights about his form would be lazily resting upon a cliff’s edge. Nostrils catching the scent of cooking food, a purple eye cracks open to gaze out into the forest.. and low and behold, a campfire was visible with a single individual. Sirath feels his belly give a low and growing grumble, and decides that a midnight snack was in order, and thus the dragon’s decent from the mountain began..

Meanwhile, Saakulaa sipped on the soup he had made, reading a book in one hand while drinking from a large mug of soup out of the other. The Sergal’s fluffy tail swished behind him, he was pretty caught up in the book he was reading; a glance at the spine would say something about “More from less.” A book about alchemy no less. The Sergal finishes his mug of soup and gathers more, he’d be unaware of the quiet footsteps approaching from the forest.

Sirath made his way slowly to the camp, eying the Sergal from the dark for a few moments.. curious of what the sergal was doing. Stalking even closer, the dragon was careful of the frozen ground, making sure there was no extremely loud crunches of soil or sticks. Soon enough, the large dragon would be looming just above the Sergal, staring down at the book he was reading. Sirath wondered.. how long could he sit there before Saakulaa noticed?

The answer is simply.. never! Saakulaa abruptly finishes his meal and closes his book. Without looking around, the mage wanders over and climbs into his tent with a loud yawn. Sirath could probably hear the sergal mumble out.. “Not exactly the Tavern I was hoping for.” And then, after a few minutes.. soft snoring.

Sirath looks aside at the large pot of soup, and makes a small face.. too many vegetables. So instead, the dragon’s glowing eyes slid to the tent. Walking up to the entrance that was tied up, a careful swipe of the talon unhooked it and revealed the sleeping Sergal inside, beneath some thick blankets and only undergarments. Sirath grinned and stuck his head inside the tent, nose
poking beneath the blankets; his large tongue would slowly wrap itself around the Sergal’s legs. Saakulaa mumbled briefly, something about ‘too much puddy’, Sirath glances up to the Sergal’s face, then gives a small tug with his tongue to pull the Sergal into his maw all the way up to the knees. A moment passes, and then he’d tug once again, sucking the Sergal’s feet and shins into the dragon’s tight, wet, and glowing purple throat. Saakulaa looked a bit more troubled, making a face before grumbling and raising a hand to rub his eyes.. he’d look down his body at the sight of a dragon; consuming him alive!

“W..wha? HEY!” The Sergal gives a small tug of his legs but a strong swallow from Sirath sucks Saakulaa even deeper, the audible gulp could be heard again, and soon enough the Sergal’s form could be seen slightly indenting the dragon’s neck. “S-stop that! I’m not food, look there is soup outside instead!” The Sergal points hastily outside , and Sirath only offers a small roll of his purple eyes, then swallows again; yoinking the Sergal up to his chest. The inside of the dragon’s body was moist, and much warmer than the tent and certainly outside. Still, the pleasantry of those sensations didn’t do much to comfort the Sergal as he was very much being eaten alive, and for all he knew? This was the end.

Sirath takes a couple of steps backwards, lifting his head up with the Sergal being taken along with it. Saakulaa presses his hands against Sirath’s muzzle and gives a grunt, “Look, I’ll give you something magical if you-“ The Sergal would be silenced with another wet ‘glrrrk’ as Sirath sucks the Sergal deeper into the undulating esophagus. Saakulaa could see everything inside, only his neck and head was left outside now while the rest of him squirmed within the dragon’s bulging neck. “A ring that’ll let you be weightless! Or.. or!” Before the Sergal could manage to offer some other trinket, Sirath tilts his head and slides his tongue sloooowly beneath the Sergal’s head, cupping it between the ears and then pulling him fully within the dragon’s maw along with another stiff swallow.

Saakulaa was fully within the dragon now, the humid environment was like being within a dimly glowing sauna. Saakulaa wriggles and tries to press out at the dragon’s throat with his arms and legs, but they’re pretty firmly compacted to his body. One final loud gulp is made, and the Sergal would be fully within the dragon’s throat.. the slow decent downwards only emphasized with a teasing rub from the outside, Sirath presses his paw against the moving bulge with a contented smile.

Saakulaa slid deeper and deeper.. first the sound of the heart was far, now it’s close. The dragon’s breaths sounded like they was just above him now, and the esophagus was leveling out now; outside the bulge was gliding easily into the dragon’s chest. Sirath licks his lips and curiously looks around the camp while the Sergal becomes.. accustom to the new surroundings.

A tight ring of flesh opens up, and the Sergal glides smoothly into the awaiting belly, bulging out Sirath’s stomach just a bit. Sirath gives the Sergal a welcoming squeeze with his stomach, clenching it a bit. Inside, Saakulaa attempts to sit upright, or at least no longer be upside down.. he sighs and presses out against the thick belly flesh, feeling it press back with little give. “Look.
Dragon, can… can you at least pack up my camp for me? Just close the latch on my backpack.” Sirath, looks down at the pack and decides to do so for the poor little Sergal.

With the latch closed, suddenly the entire camp becomes a bright red mist, swirls about, then gets sucked back down into the pack. Saakulaa blinks, “Oh.. you actually did. Uh.. will you let me out.. soon? And hopefully.. intact?” Sirath plucks up the pack with his mouth, taps his belly a few times with some talons and wanders back up to his perch to enjoy the full belly. Saakulaa will just have to interoperate those taps as a yes.. but perhaps not the ‘soon’ part.

Saakulaa sighs and presses against the belly walls one more time before closing his eyes and muttering to himself.. definitely not the tavern he expected. At least it’s warm and soft; just.. a bit more slimy than he’d like. Even so.. he’d dose off again, to be later released back into the world by Sirath.