Of course, it's your partner. You just... never knew Dragonites could possibly stretch their jaws so much to tremendously insane sizes. He is a dragon; he must have to feed that ginormous body of his somehow. immediately you're hit by a hard breeze of swampy damp hot breath that makes you gag a bit, but as he kneels over, you place your hands inside and begin to pull yourself in, before your partner gives you a helping hand.

Suddenly, face first you're hit by his dragon breath at his smelliest. He scoots your butt and suddenly you find yourself flying headfirst down his gargantuan throat, easily taking your tiny head in, abdomen and everything with it.

After a brief period of time, you land in complete and utter darkness that's extremely cavernous, moist steamy hot, smelly and sticky. You feel like you're in a sack of sorts. Just a really, really big sack. You could imagine your partner stuffing himself with 3 Mareep and 2 Miltank and still have room for one or two more.

You heard the echoey rumble of his stomach groan and growl all around you, slightly vibrating. You hear him call outside: 'Arroooooooooo?' He calls, you push your hands to his slimy fetid sticky walls and tell him you're ok.

'Arrrroooooo' he calls back, before you assume he's going somewhere. Heaven knows where for now. You know you've spent years fighting and training together since he was a wee Dratini; have a bond stronger than anything else.

Whats a night in a dragons belly, especially as extremely warm, cozy and stretchuous as your partners? Sure it has a faint smell of meat, but you may aswell get comfortable whilst your partner protects you from the harsh frigid weather?