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WARNING: Contains soft vore and suspenseful situations.

This is a story for dragonaddict involving his friend, Jed, and himself as a character. I hope ya'll enjoy it!

Many centuries ago, in the small kingdom Tyros, the country was being ravaged by famines and pestilences while its' good-hearted King Pius tried to keep his people safe in these trying times. Tyros was a country where, beyond the rolling hills and icy plains, little occurred. The lands were often affected by the cold climate of the area and caused most of the problems with growing food and trying to live. Most of what this medieval country on depended for food were the native bears and elk that naturally roamed the plains and hills.

Ryan was a young man who resided in the small village below and always looked at a situation like it was the best in the world. Ryan was the son of the village's most famous baker and always loved helping his dad cook some of the most appeasing dishes and making people happy. Many times, he loved accompanying the hunting parties that would go out into the plains and watching them take down the Elk and large icy bears roaming their arctic home. Besides being an amateur cook, Ryan loved to draw; landscapes, dragons, and people was his love. He was a child of fantasy and loved to crack open the folk stories that he always managed to find in the village's gothic, varnished library. Ice dragons, European dragons, exotic dragons, and ancient dragons; he loved them all.

He always liked to pretend that dragons existed so that he could escape to his world of fantasy when he felt sad or depressed. His most cherished desire was to talk to a dragon and befriend it, if they ever existed. The closest thing the Ryan had seen to a dragon we're the large lizards and natural alligators that roamed the lower marshes and glades of their country. Ryan would often travel through the roaming hills and twisted trails of the icy-topped country to get inspiration to draw and sketch his favorite landscapes and creatures.

Ryan decided, after studying some of his maps, that he would explore the ice tundra, far beyond the plains that the village normally hunted at. He had heard that there were some glorious sites to beheld and beautiful depictions of snow, glistening trees, and soft grounds. Ryan marveled in gratitude when his father gave him permission to go and hugged him firmly before going to prepare provisions for what he estimated would be a day's journey. He packed his extra fur skins, "tundra" boots, as they were called, his favorite sketch book, and some of his delicious rations he'd prepared earlier.

At the crack of dawn the next morning, Ryan departed with his worn leather pack, oak walking stick, and his imagination flowing in the cool morning wind. Ryan's face gleamed with adventure and his optimistic demeanor carried him happily through the cold fronts that stood between the tundra and the trails. Walking for a good part of the morning, Ryan witnessed some of the beautiful things that his suffering country had missed in their ongoing need for survival; the site of a brilliant arctic fox licking its young while brooding near the trees, the soft settling of snowflakes upon the brightly colored oak trees, and the quaint, beautiful dancing of the snow particles and frozen liquids through the dusky air.

Ryan reached the end of the plains at just after noon and decided that he would take a small break and capture the stunning sites he had witnessed in his sketch book while relieving his now growing hunger. As he was sitting down, Ryan was pleasantly surprised as a small wolf cub came up to him and cooed, clearly smelling the sweet scent of Ryan's pastries. Ryan happily gave the cub some of his rations and gently stroked the silk fur as he finished his tundra masterpiece. The cub raced off into the trees as Ryan remounted his pack and began the trek through the more treacherous trails, populating the tundra regions.

Ryan trekked for about two hours before he came to a crossroad trail that lead in two different directions. Ryan pondered which way to go, seeing that one way kept along the tundra side but that the other went into the tundra forests and lead to the summit of a big hill. Wanting a good view and to explore the forest, Ryan naturally chose to follow the forest trail and started his way into the icy glades, reaching the summit of the hill in just under thirty minutes. Ryan was astounded at the site below the summit; a great archway had been left in the side of the summit and lead deep into the hill wherever.

Ryan figured that this had been an outpost of some kind, since he could see the faint resonance of human hands, long deserted. With adventure winning over fear, Ryan entered the cavern and moved quickly through the brilliant halls of stone and gravel. Ryan reached a central chamber that resembled a mining center through which all carts would have been directed through. He spotted a side cavern that descended into the depths of the cavern about three hundred feet and, against his better nature, he followed and began down the sturdy stone steps.

As his foot crossed the three hundredth step, his body signaled a rest was needed as did his legs. He rested on a soft stone stump that he saw a little to the side of the steps and started investigating his surroundings. While it was still a large chamber made of soft stone and minerals, something was off. This stone, normally acting as a great insulator against weather, was freezing cold and had a constant breeze through it, which Ryan thought had to be impossible, being so deep underground. After breathing heavily for a few moments, Ryan got up and starting walking down the stone corridor and around the corner. His eyes shot wide open and his heart burst into a rush as he witnessed a glorious, yet frightful sight.

Before him was a monstrous creature, colored in grayish black towered over Ryan at least fifty feet high. The crimson coloring on the beings chest and wings gave it an even more majestic feel towards it. Ryan could only stare in amazement as he realized that this wonderful creature was what he always wanted to see, a dragon. The dragon seemed to release a burst of cold from his body every few moments and had, fortunately, not witnessed his uncanny visitor. Ryan pulled out his sketch book and sat below a small rock to begin sketching this amazing dragon. He set his pack and jacket down and sat on a soft rock. Ryan elegantly sketched the dragon's leathery wings, his steel-like chest, and his black and gray scales with amazing brevity.

After Ryan was done, he admired his work and then felt a stirring thought push its way against his brain, "I've always wanted to meet a dragon" . "I hope that this isn't stupid", Ryan thought as he put his sketch book in his sack and slowly walked towards the epitome of his dreams. The dragon was searching through some rocks and rubble so it thankfully hadn't heard Ryan drawing or walking towards it. "H…Hello, um, great, d..Dragon", Ryan said very weakly. The dragon stopped rummaging and slowly turned around to his intruder and smirked and scoffed. "You dare address me, human, interrupting my important work", The Dragon said in a deep masculine voice, tinted with anger as he moved towards Ryan. "N…no sir, I…I just, h..Have always wanted t..To meet a dragon", Ryan said fearfully as he fell on the ground and started crawling backwards.

"Awe, you want to meet a dragon, well, HERE I AM, and you know what they say about dragons; we love to have people over for dinner", the dragon laughed as he lunged at Ryan and pinned him against the ground. "W…wait please, sir, don't eat me, I…I haven't done anything to you…", Ryan said, his heart now rushing. "Oh, but YOU HAVE, you had the nerve to interrupt my work, and you know human I think my work has made me hungry", the dragon said vindictively. "No, no, p…please, I…I don't want to, to d….die, don't, d…don't eat me sir, please", Ryan pleaded fervently. "Awe, I love when my food begs, he he, but I promise I won't bite, hahaha", the dragon said teasingly.

Ryan releases a few tears as the dragon lifts him up to his head and smiles before opening a his saliva drenched, gleaming maw. "NO, Please, I…I didn't do anything…", Ryan screamed at the dragon just making him smile more. The dragon wrapped his soaking tongue around Ryan's chest and slowly brought him into the cavernous chamber, closing his maw with a smile and swishing Ryan around with joy. "Human, I suggest that you try to pleasure me or I'll start chewing", the male dragon said bluntly. Ryan was shocked and tried his best to move and kick the tongue in his fear, frightened that he'd get sliced over the dragon's pure white fangs. Ryan was sobbing as he was doing this and said a quick good bye to himself as the fleshy tongue slammed him on the top of the mouth and led him down into the vivacious opening to the throat.

The dragon purred as he swallowed his meal fully and tickled the bulge that ran down his slimy gullet into his chest. Ryan felt himself drop into a fleshy prison and screamed as he realized he's in the stomach. "P…please sir, don't digest me, not alive anyway, *Starts sobbing and lays against the stomach with all hope lost*. He hears the dragon grunt angrily and starts walking away somewhere. In the midst of the pitch black belly, Ryan continues crying a little but, resolves to at least fall asleep to spare himself the horrifying experiencing of being dissolved alive. Even though the dragon's skin and aura was very cold, Ryan could feel the humidity and the squishiness of the stomach siphoning his energy from him as he fully accepted his fate and lost consciousness.

As the young human succumbed to his slumber in his fleshy prison, the dragon started to walk out of the lower chamber and spotted what he guessed was that stupid boy's pack. He walked over to the pack and contemplated whether or not to take his anger out on it or eat it. As he was pondering this, he saw a small bound stack of papers that caught his eye and held in his anger with curiosity. The dragon picked up the notebook and laid it on the ground, using the tip of his razor-sharp claw to open it and alleviate his curiosity before he destroyed it. As he looked closer at the image imprinted on the page, the raging dragon gasped in shock as he saw himself pictured so peacefully and magnificent on the yellow-tinted parchment, all in an instant, feeling the anger and fury in himself drain into extreme guilt.

He had furiously mistreated the small creature that had approached him and now felt a burden of guilt for scaring and almost killing the boy. He resided it within himself to let the boy out in the morning and to try and apologize the best he could for being so ignorant in himself and so cruel; the dragon was grateful for that tiny amount of compassion that he'd had that prompted him to put the boy into his storage stomach rather than digesting the little human as the dragon's angry thoughts had earlier hoped.

Ryan awoke to the soft rocking of the stomach and a very pleasurable massage coming from outside. "*Still sobbing a little*, W…why am I not dead, H…hello, dragon, w…why am I….." Ryan asked as he was interrupted by the convulsions of the stomach, pushing him towards the saliva soaked esophagus. Moments passed as Ryan's head emerged out of the entrance of the throat and landed him on top of the vibrating tongue. After a few small licks, he was spit out on some chilly, but soft leaves and dirt. Ryan turned around, saliva drenched and sees the dragon again, bowing his head shamefully.

"G…GET away from me, creature, y…you ATE m…me, STAY, a..Away from me", Ryan said as he backed up against the wall and cried in fear and anger. "No, no Human, p…please don't back away……human, I….I'm so, so sorry, *sobbing moderately now*, I…I didn't mean to eat you for no reason, p..Please believe me, I was just so mad that y…you interrupted me, b..But I wasn't fair, c…come here human, p..Please I promise I won't hurt you now or ever again", the dragon crawled over to Ryan and gave him a very firm remorseful hug and looked at him sadly.

"W…well why didn't you d…digest me, w..Why didn't I die in your stomach", Ryan asked. "B..Because I guess I didn't really want to kill you, I p..Put you in my storage sack, p…please forgive me human, w…what is your name by the way little boy", the dragon asked shamefully. "R..Ryan, and I...I guess I forgive you, p..Please don't scare me l...like that again, I…I just wanted to meet you, and, and….", Ryan said a little sadly and weakly. The dragon walked back over and hugged Ryan again. "I..I know and I...I feel terrible, my name is Jed, and I…I promise I'll make it up to you, I..I saw your beautiful sketch of me, *sobbing*, and it made me feel so bad and guilty...", Jed said with sadness.

"Its okay, Jed, I forgive you okay, can, can we be friends…", Ryan asked as he lifted the sad dragon's head up and hugged it. "S..Sure, he-he, I'd love that, you're so nice Ryan, and I…I'm so, so sorry", Jed stated. "I know, well can I stay with you for a couple days until I head back to my village", Ryan asked. "Sure Ryan, in fact um, if you want you can sleep in my stomach again, cause me being an ice dragon, I can't really keep you warm from outside", Jed suggested softly.

"O..Okay but, please be careful, I thought I was going to be torn to shreds in your mouth, okay, it did feel kind of good though, being licked all over, he-he", Ryan agreed slowly. "Oh thank you, thank you, I promise Ryan, I will be very gentle, thank you so much, you're a great person, he-he", Jed said as he hugged his new friend and helped him into his mouth. That night Ryan slept better than he had in a long time and he felt saturated by his desire to see and meet a dragon. He snuggled against that soft stomach with a smile as his dream not only happened, but had been so much more…

THE END

Thanks for reading I hope that it was clear and enjoyable , especially for you dragonaddict, hehe , thanks!!

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WARNING: Contains soft vore and suspenseful situations.

This is a story for dragonaddict involving his friend, Jed, and himself as a character. I hope ya'll enjoy it!

Many centuries ago, in the small kingdom Tyros, the country was being ravaged by famines and pestilences while its' good-hearted King Pius tried to keep his people safe in these trying times. Tyros was a country where, beyond the rolling hills and icy plains, little occurred. The lands were often affected by the cold climate of the area and caused most of the problems with growing food and trying to live. Most of what this medieval country on depended for food were the native bears and elk that naturally roamed the plains and hills.

Ryan was a young man who resided in the small village below and always looked at a situation like it was the best in the world. Ryan was the son of the village's most famous baker and always loved helping his dad cook some of the most appeasing dishes and making people happy. Many times, he loved accompanying the hunting parties that would go out into the plains and watching them take down the Elk and large icy bears roaming their arctic home. Besides being an amateur cook, Ryan loved to draw; landscapes, dragons, and people was his love. He was a child of fantasy and loved to crack open the folk stories that he always managed to find in the village's gothic, varnished library. Ice dragons, European dragons, exotic dragons, and ancient dragons; he loved them all.

He always liked to pretend that dragons existed so that he could escape to his world of fantasy when he felt sad or depressed. His most cherished desire was to talk to a dragon and befriend it, if they ever existed. The closest thing the Ryan had seen to a dragon we're the large lizards and natural alligators that roamed the lower marshes and glades of their country. Ryan would often travel through the roaming hills and twisted trails of the icy-topped country to get inspiration to draw and sketch his favorite landscapes and creatures.

Ryan decided, after studying some of his maps, that he would explore the ice tundra, far beyond the plains that the village normally hunted at. He had heard that there were some glorious sites to beheld and beautiful depictions of snow, glistening trees, and soft grounds. Ryan marveled in gratitude when his father gave him permission to go and hugged him firmly before going to prepare provisions for what he estimated would be a day's journey. He packed his extra fur skins, "tundra" boots, as they were called, his favorite sketch book, and some of his delicious rations he'd prepared earlier.

At the crack of dawn the next morning, Ryan departed with his worn leather pack, oak walking stick, and his imagination flowing in the cool morning wind. Ryan's face gleamed with adventure and his optimistic demeanor carried him happily through the cold fronts that stood between the tundra and the trails. Walking for a good part of the morning, Ryan witnessed some of the beautiful things that his suffering country had missed in their ongoing need for survival; the site of a brilliant arctic fox licking its young while brooding near the trees, the soft settling of snowflakes upon the brightly colored oak trees, and the quaint, beautiful dancing of the snow particles and frozen liquids through the dusky air.

Ryan reached the end of the plains at just after noon and decided that he would take a small break and capture the stunning sites he had witnessed in his sketch book while relieving his now growing hunger. As he was sitting down, Ryan was pleasantly surprised as a small wolf cub came up to him and cooed, clearly smelling the sweet scent of Ryan's pastries. Ryan happily gave the cub some of his rations and gently stroked the silk fur as he finished his tundra masterpiece. The cub raced off into the trees as Ryan remounted his pack and began the trek through the more treacherous trails, populating the tundra regions.

Ryan trekked for about two hours before he came to a crossroad trail that lead in two different directions. Ryan pondered which way to go, seeing that one way kept along the tundra side but that the other went into the tundra forests and lead to the summit of a big hill. Wanting a good view and to explore the forest, Ryan naturally chose to follow the forest trail and started his way into the icy glades, reaching the summit of the hill in just under thirty minutes. Ryan was astounded at the site below the summit; a great archway had been left in the side of the summit and lead deep into the hill wherever.

Ryan figured that this had been an outpost of some kind, since he could see the faint resonance of human hands, long deserted. With adventure winning over fear, Ryan entered the cavern and moved quickly through the brilliant halls of stone and gravel. Ryan reached a central chamber that resembled a mining center through which all carts would have been directed through. He spotted a side cavern that descended into the depths of the cavern about three hundred feet and, against his better nature, he followed and began down the sturdy stone steps.

As his foot crossed the three hundredth step, his body signaled a rest was needed as did his legs. He rested on a soft stone stump that he saw a little to the side of the steps and started investigating his surroundings. While it was still a large chamber made of soft stone and minerals, something was off. This stone, normally acting as a great insulator against weather, was freezing cold and had a constant breeze through it, which Ryan thought had to be impossible, being so deep underground. After breathing heavily for a few moments, Ryan got up and starting walking down the stone corridor and around the corner. His eyes shot wide open and his heart burst into a rush as he witnessed a glorious, yet frightful sight.

Before him was a monstrous creature, colored in grayish black towered over Ryan at least fifty feet high. The crimson coloring on the beings chest and wings gave it an even more majestic feel towards it. Ryan could only stare in amazement as he realized that this wonderful creature was what he always wanted to see, a dragon. The dragon seemed to release a burst of cold from his body every few moments and had, fortunately, not witnessed his uncanny visitor. Ryan pulled out his sketch book and sat below a small rock to begin sketching this amazing dragon. He set his pack and jacket down and sat on a soft rock. Ryan elegantly sketched the dragon's leathery wings, his steel-like chest, and his black and gray scales with amazing brevity.

After Ryan was done, he admired his work and then felt a stirring thought push its way against his brain, "I've always wanted to meet a dragon" . "I hope that this isn't stupid", Ryan thought as he put his sketch book in his sack and slowly walked towards the epitome of his dreams. The dragon was searching through some rocks and rubble so it thankfully hadn't heard Ryan drawing or walking towards it. "H…Hello, um, great, d..Dragon", Ryan said very weakly. The dragon stopped rummaging and slowly turned around to his intruder and smirked and scoffed. "You dare address me, human, interrupting my important work", The Dragon said in a deep masculine voice, tinted with anger as he moved towards Ryan. "N…no sir, I…I just, h..Have always wanted t..To meet a dragon", Ryan said fearfully as he fell on the ground and started crawling backwards.

"Awe, you want to meet a dragon, well, HERE I AM, and you know what they say about dragons; we love to have people over for dinner", the dragon laughed as he lunged at Ryan and pinned him against the ground. "W…wait please, sir, don't eat me, I…I haven't done anything to you…", Ryan said, his heart now rushing. "Oh, but YOU HAVE, you had the nerve to interrupt my work, and you know human I think my work has made me hungry", the dragon said vindictively. "No, no, p…please, I…I don't want to, to d….die, don't, d…don't eat me sir, please", Ryan pleaded fervently. "Awe, I love when my food begs, he he, but I promise I won't bite, hahaha", the dragon said teasingly.

Ryan releases a few tears as the dragon lifts him up to his head and smiles before opening a his saliva drenched, gleaming maw. "NO, Please, I…I didn't do anything…", Ryan screamed at the dragon just making him smile more. The dragon wrapped his soaking tongue around Ryan's chest and slowly brought him into the cavernous chamber, closing his maw with a smile and swishing Ryan around with joy. "Human, I suggest that you try to pleasure me or I'll start chewing", the male dragon said bluntly. Ryan was shocked and tried his best to move and kick the tongue in his fear, frightened that he'd get sliced over the dragon's pure white fangs. Ryan was sobbing as he was doing this and said a quick good bye to himself as the fleshy tongue slammed him on the top of the mouth and led him down into the vivacious opening to the throat.

The dragon purred as he swallowed his meal fully and tickled the bulge that ran down his slimy gullet into his chest. Ryan felt himself drop into a fleshy prison and screamed as he realized he's in the stomach. "P…please sir, don't digest me, not alive anyway, *Starts sobbing and lays against the stomach with all hope lost*. He hears the dragon grunt angrily and starts walking away somewhere. In the midst of the pitch black belly, Ryan continues crying a little but, resolves to at least fall asleep to spare himself the horrifying experiencing of being dissolved alive. Even though the dragon's skin and aura was very cold, Ryan could feel the humidity and the squishiness of the stomach siphoning his energy from him as he fully accepted his fate and lost consciousness.

As the young human succumbed to his slumber in his fleshy prison, the dragon started to walk out of the lower chamber and spotted what he guessed was that stupid boy's pack. He walked over to the pack and contemplated whether or not to take his anger out on it or eat it. As he was pondering this, he saw a small bound stack of papers that caught his eye and held in his anger with curiosity. The dragon picked up the notebook and laid it on the ground, using the tip of his razor-sharp claw to open it and alleviate his curiosity before he destroyed it. As he looked closer at the image imprinted on the page, the raging dragon gasped in shock as he saw himself pictured so peacefully and magnificent on the yellow-tinted parchment, all in an instant, feeling the anger and fury in himself drain into extreme guilt.

He had furiously mistreated the small creature that had approached him and now felt a burden of guilt for scaring and almost killing the boy. He resided it within himself to let the boy out in the morning and to try and apologize the best he could for being so ignorant in himself and so cruel; the dragon was grateful for that tiny amount of compassion that he'd had that prompted him to put the boy into his storage stomach rather than digesting the little human as the dragon's angry thoughts had earlier hoped.

Ryan awoke to the soft rocking of the stomach and a very pleasurable massage coming from outside. "*Still sobbing a little*, W…why am I not dead, H…hello, dragon, w…why am I….." Ryan asked as he was interrupted by the convulsions of the stomach, pushing him towards the saliva soaked esophagus. Moments passed as Ryan's head emerged out of the entrance of the throat and landed him on top of the vibrating tongue. After a few small licks, he was spit out on some chilly, but soft leaves and dirt. Ryan turned around, saliva drenched and sees the dragon again, bowing his head shamefully.

"G…GET away from me, creature, y…you ATE m…me, STAY, a..Away from me", Ryan said as he backed up against the wall and cried in fear and anger. "No, no Human, p…please don't back away……human, I….I'm so, so sorry, *sobbing moderately now*, I…I didn't mean to eat you for no reason, p..Please believe me, I was just so mad that y…you interrupted me, b..But I wasn't fair, c…come here human, p..Please I promise I won't hurt you now or ever again", the dragon crawled over to Ryan and gave him a very firm remorseful hug and looked at him sadly.

"W…well why didn't you d…digest me, w..Why didn't I die in your stomach", Ryan asked. "B..Because I guess I didn't really want to kill you, I p..Put you in my storage sack, p…please forgive me human, w…what is your name by the way little boy", the dragon asked shamefully. "R..Ryan, and I...I guess I forgive you, p..Please don't scare me l...like that again, I…I just wanted to meet you, and, and….", Ryan said a little sadly and weakly. The dragon walked back over and hugged Ryan again. "I..I know and I...I feel terrible, my name is Jed, and I…I promise I'll make it up to you, I..I saw your beautiful sketch of me, *sobbing*, and it made me feel so bad and guilty...", Jed said with sadness.

"Its okay, Jed, I forgive you okay, can, can we be friends…", Ryan asked as he lifted the sad dragon's head up and hugged it. "S..Sure, he-he, I'd love that, you're so nice Ryan, and I…I'm so, so sorry", Jed stated. "I know, well can I stay with you for a couple days until I head back to my village", Ryan asked. "Sure Ryan, in fact um, if you want you can sleep in my stomach again, cause me being an ice dragon, I can't really keep you warm from outside", Jed suggested softly.

"O..Okay but, please be careful, I thought I was going to be torn to shreds in your mouth, okay, it did feel kind of good though, being licked all over, he-he", Ryan agreed slowly. "Oh thank you, thank you, I promise Ryan, I will be very gentle, thank you so much, you're a great person, he-he", Jed said as he hugged his new friend and helped him into his mouth. That night Ryan slept better than he had in a long time and he felt saturated by his desire to see and meet a dragon. He snuggled against that soft stomach with a smile as his dream not only happened, but had been so much more…

THE END

Thanks for reading I hope that it was clear and enjoyable , especially for you dragonaddict, hehe , thanks!!