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It was the afternoon in the now large village. Dragons and humans alike were running around, taking care of their daily duties and getting ready for their children to be sent home from school. At the school a young boy sitting in the middle of the class was looking to their dragon instructor as he went over today's lesson. He was always fascinated by dragons and often was caught making sketches or lost in thought on the subject. The bell soon rang, signaling it was time to go home. The students began getting their things together.

The red dragon, known by his students as Fang, looked up from the lesson plans on his desk, a pleasant smile spread across his muzzle. "Alright class. I will see you all tomorrow. Please remember to leave your answer sheets for today's Dragon Anatomy quiz on top of my desk before you go."

They all nodded as they put their books away, placing their quizs on his desk as they walked out of the classroom. As the room cleared one boy stayed where he was, having not noticed the bell to dismiss. Lost in thought as he stared forward, looking to the dragon's chest and sides, mesmerized by the scales and massive body. He had completed the quiz, seeming to have answered everything correctly.

Fang directed his attention at the boy remaining in his seat. The child had been one of his best students, and he was always pleased to find that the boy's studies were coming along well. However, he did notice that during some of his lessons, the child would occasionally stare at him from time to time. And it wasn't just the normal stare that the other children would give when he taught the class. This one seemed to filled with intrigue and wonder. Now what was that boy's name again...?

Fang coughed loudly, attempting to capture the child's attention. "I'm sorry. I seem to have forgotten your name, embarrassing as that may be. What was it again?"

William snapped out of his trance after a few moments, "Oh sorry Mr. Fang. It's William." He said, grabbing his things while staying seated.

"William, is it? Well, William, the school bell rang several minutes ago. All the other children have already left for home." Fang paused momentary and looked back down at his lesson plans. "Or were you waiting to ask me something? Maybe...a question regarding today's lesson, perhaps?"

"Well, I always want to learn as much as I can about dragons." William said, zipping up his backpack and leaning on his desk "But this is the only class on them."

Fang raised his head. The school had mentioned during last month's board meeting that more dragons were going to be added to the teaching staff within the week. If the students were going to learn more about them, it was definitely a good course of action. However, they were behind schedule - weeks behind, in fact. As William had already confirmed, Fang was the only teacher of the staff that was a dragon.

"Seeing as you're one of my top students, I am not surprised you enjoy learning about us." The red dragon smiled gently. "In fact, I am flattered."

William blushed a little, never thinking that he would be flattered "Oh, really? You're flattered?"

Fang chuckled. "Well, of course. It's always nice to know there are humans who find an appreciation for us and are willing to learn more about our kind." The dragon closed his lesson book and placed it atop the answer sheets sitting on his desk, making an organized stack of papers. "As matter of fact, if you're really interested, I'd be more than willing to give you a private lesson about us. Provided you don't have any future engagements for the rest of the day, that is."

"I'm... actually free all weekend. My parents are gone on a trip." William said with a small smile. "I would love to have the private lessons."

"Wonderful!" Fang happily replied. Standing up from his desk, he lumbered his way between the student's desks, his large body shifting them out of the way, until he was standing before the boy. "Then, how about we get started, shall we? Are you ready to begin the first part of your private lessons, William?"

William nodded with a big smile, feeling really excited about his lessons. "Yeah, I'm ready Mr. Fang." The boy said as he looked up to his teacher, wondering what he was going to be learning first.

"Good," Fang said with a devilish grin. "Now, here's the first thing you should know about us." He quickly seized William with a scaly paw, and raise the boy up to his muzzle. "Dragons love to eat." Fang then tossed the child into the air and caught him inside his jaws, encompassing the boy in pure darkness. Grinning widely, he turned around, wandered over to his desk to pick up the answer sheets, and then left the classroom to take his 'forbidden fruit' home.

William yelped as he was tossed into the air, flailing about as he fell back towards Fangs open jaws, landing on the tongue with a wet splat. As soon as the jaws closed around him his heart rate began to raise, scooting to the front of the jaws, feeling around.

Though he would have loved to swallow the boy then and there, Fang suppressed the urge, keeping his tongue relatively still as he made his way to his cave nearby. He would wait until he arrived home, giving the boy time to adjust to his new quarters before moving on with the next lesson. Of course, that also allowed him time to get a taste for the boy, which worked out in his favor.

William felt around on the tongue until he found the teeth, pushing on them a bit "M-Mr. Fang? Are you really going to eat me?"

Fang gently shifted his tongue, moving William back to the center of his mouth. "It would be best if you do not touch those, boy. They are sharper than you think." The ground beneath his paws began steadily changing to a more mountainous terrain, signifying that he was close to home. "To answer your question, though, yes. Everything you have learned in my class thus far has been about the outward appearance of dragons. Our height, length, and scale density, just to name a few. This time, however, I plan to educate you about our insides, as well. A lesson that very few humans ever get to learn about, which I have found quite disheartening."

William gulped and shifted forward towards the front again. "M-Mr. Fang. I-I don't want to be eaten. I don't like the idea." William pushed on the tongue "Please let me out." William said as his heart rate began to go up.

"You agreed to the private lessons, did you not," asked Fang, curling the tip of his tongue to prevent the boy from touching his teeth again. "And though I didn't mention it earlier during class, I plan to have a quiz next week on dragon digestive systems. This will give you firsthand experience of how that works, minus the 'digestive' aspects, of course. A rather large advantage for you over the other students, don't you think?"

William was still rather nervous about the whole thing, pushing on the curling tongue. Even spoken plainly to him he didn't hear the non-digestion part. "I-I didn't know you were going to eat me."

"I kept that information from you on purpose, William." Fang said guiltily. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have accepted my private lessons so willingly." Climbing up a few naturally formed steps of stone, the red dragon stopped just in front of his cave. "Regardless, if you are truly interested in dragons, you will soon learn how wonderful we really are - both outside and inside."

William gulped, still fearing what was about to come.

"We will now continue with the first lesson, William. As I said before, dragons love to eat. Of course, every dragon has their preference on what they find to be tasty. It could be fish, cattle, or even other dragons should it suit their palate." A sly grin spread across Fang's muzzle. "Personally, I enjoy the taste of humans." And with that, Fang flicked his tongue upwards, sending the child to the back of his mouth.

William yelped as he was sent towards the back of Fang's maw, squirming as he tried to grab the tongue or anything to keep him from sliding into the throat.

But Fang was one step ahead of the boy, lifting his tongue to the roof of his mouth to prevent the child's escape. With a loud, audible gulp, Fang swallowed William, sending the boy down his esophagus. The red dragon moaned with pleasure as the newly-formed bulge in his neck traveled downward towards his rib cage.

William yelled out a little, pushing out on the walls of the pulsing throat, getting covered in saliva on his way down.

Fang enjoyed the lovely squirms of protest from his student as it made the experience all the more worthwhile. When William had finally reached his stomach, the dragon let out a delightful sigh and patted his belly, quite content with its new occupant. "Ahh... That was most...enjoyable. It has been a quite some time since I've last done something like this. I've really missed it so."

"Fang please! Let me out!" William protested, as he pushed out on the stomach walls, feeling the slick and slimy surface between his figures. The boy's voice sounded like he was in distress, he wouldn't learn much freaking out the way he was.

"Easy there, William," Fang said calmly as he entered his cave to find a place to relax. "There is nothing to be afraid of."

"But I'm in your stomach, what about the acid?"

Situating himself on a makeshift chair of rock, Fang looked down at his white-scaled belly. "That is where private lesson number two comes into play, William," he replied, rubbing his stomach gently. "All dragon's have complete control over their digestive systems. An ability of which we are quite proud, given that most species - including you humans - are unable to do the same."

"S-so I'm not going to be digested?" William asked, pushing the walls a little.

Fang chuckled. "If you were, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Creating another conflict between humans and dragons is not on my agenda, I'll have you know."

William nodded, slowly beginning to calm down, feeling the walls around him.

The movements of the boy elicited a gentle purr from the dragon. "It seems you've begun to acquaint yourself with your new surroundings. In that case, would you mind if I made request?"

"A request?" William asked, stopping his pushing, looking up somewhat.

"Indeed. If you would be so kind, I would like you to give me a belly rub. Dragon stomachs are rather sensitive to movement, you see, courtesy of the many nerves that inhabit the stomach walls. Most dragons won't admit it, but belly rubs are more preferable than the desperate squirms of our prey. However, it is a rare experience as the majority of the humans we eat are your criminals. The rest, aside from a small handful, are unwilling to enter our bellies for fear of being digested - just like you did. It's been a long time since I last had a good belly rub, and if you gave me one, I would be most grateful."

"O-oh, ok. I guess so, c-could you do me a favor though? I-it's kind of dark, I don't really like that. N-not on my first time in here." William said.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I seem to have forgotten that humans can't see very well in the dark. Just a moment." Fang stood up from his chair and moved to a table near the back of his cave. Upon its surface were several small, white objects, spherical in shape. Picking one of them up in his paws, he clicked a small button at the top. Moments later, the object sparked to life and began to emit a soft, white glow, growing brighter by the second. When it reached the brightness he deemed most acceptable, he clicked the button again and then tossed it into mouth, followed by a quick swallow. "That should help. If it's still too dark for you, you can always press the button at the top to increase the brightness. It's power will run out after about thirty minutes, so just let me know if you need another. I've got plenty." Fang then moved back to the chair and sat down once more.

William heard something fall into the belly with a splat, beginning to feel around, trying to find it. Once he found it he felt around until he was able to push the button and turn it on.

Fang's belly scales glowed dimly from the light within. The dragon smiled. "That nifty object was made by the last human who gave me belly rubs. He had a fear of the dark, so he created that to use while inside my stomach. Eventually, however, he had to move away to another city for work. As a parting gift, he gave me his remaining collection of the spheres and taught me how to make them should I ever run out."

William nodded and moved around inside the stomach, feeling around on the walls.

"Now that you are able to see in there, William," Fang began, "it would be nice if you granted your teacher his request. A belly rub, if you would."

"O-ok Mr. Fang." William said, pushing into the walls, rubbing around the slick shifting walls.

Fang leaned back in his chair and looked up at the cave's ceiling with a smile, purring loudly as he enjoyed his student's efforts inside. "Thank you, William. Ahh.... That feels wonderful," Fang murred in delight. "If you could do this for a few more minutes, I would really appreciate it. Afterwards, we can move on to the final lesson of the day."

"Alright Mr. Fang." William said, rubbing all around the stomach, watching at the walls slowly shift around him as saliva dripped drown around him.

After several minutes, Fang let out a happy sigh, content with William's rubs. "Those were the best belly rubs I have ever had, William. Your teacher is most pleased. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome Mr. Fang." William said, pushing out on the walls. "Why don't you have anyone come and do this anymore?"

"After the last human visitor I had moved away, I tried asking others to grant my request," Fang replied. "Unfortunately, each human that I asked assumed I would digest them, and outright refused. Eventually, I stopped asking altogether, figuring no one else would be willing to do it." Fang paused, rubbing his stomach. "That is...until you mentioned wanting to learn as much as you could about dragons. At first, I thought about asking you, but I was afraid you would have refused, too. Therefore, I decided to take a more... mischievous approach to ensure that you would go through with it. I apologize if I was too forceful."

William nodded and pushed on the walls. "It was scary is all. I really didn't know if I was going to survive. I'm ok with it now."

"I see. Well, I'm happy to hear that." Fang stood up from his chair. "In any case, as promised we will move on to the final lesson. However..." The dragon paused and took a deep breath. "William, I'm going to need you to trust me on this last one. It's probably going to freak you out, but do not worry. You will be just fine."

"Wh-why do you say that? What are you going to do?" William asked, feeling and sounding a little nervous, pushing around on the walls.

"Do you remember the second lesson about dragons having full control over their digestive systems," Fang inquired. "Well, it goes a bit further than that. The fourth and final lesson is that dragons even have full control over the potency of their stomach acids. In other words, we can make them as acidic or non-acidic as we wish. What I'm going to do is fill up the bottom part of my stomach with these acids and show you exactly what I mean. I did this several times with the last human, and he compared it to his warm bath away from home."

William gulped, he did trust his teacher, but that didn't mean he was completely confident with what was about to happen. "So, you are going to make your stomach run through the motions of digestion, without digestion?"

Fang chuckled. "That's actually a rather clever way to put it, William. I'm impressed. But yes. That is what I plan on doing. Think of it as giving you an idea of what a dragon's digestion could be like if it were actually digesting you."

"Ok. Am I going to be sent deeper?" William asked, pushing on the fleshy slimy walls.

"Er..." Fang cocked his head awkwardly, unsure of how to answer. "Well, I wasn't planning on going THAT far, but...." He scratched the back of his long, scaly neck. "I mean...I'd prefer to avoid doing something like that to you. If you're that curious, though...I could show you the rest of my...innards."

"No, n-not this time." William said as she shifted around the wrinkled stomach, feeling his hands and knees slipping between the folds.

Fang sighed with relief. "That's probably for the best." As he was about to start William's 'digestion simulator', though, an idea suddenly popped into the dragon's head. "Actually, William, as strange as this might sound...that wouldn't be a bad idea for a class demonstration during the weekend. What do you think about being a dragon digestion volunteer? The two of us could show the other students how a dragon's digestion system works. It would be an educational experience for everyone...although a bit of an awkward one."

"You mean you want to eat me in front of the class? How will they know where I am or what's going on?" William asked.

"Well, you would be holding onto a longer lasting version of that sphere I gave you," Fang replied. "Although you can't see it from in there, that light is bright enough to shine through my scales. That would allow the students to follow you during your 'travels', while I explained exactly where you were."

"A...alright." William said, thinking about the offer "I guess, I'll do it." He said, pushing out on the walls.

"Then we have ourselves a plan," Fang replied. "An awkward one, but a plan nonetheless." The dragon suddenly smiled. "Ahh, yes. I almost forgot. We still haven't finished your final last lesson of the day." Fang rubbed his stomach scales. "Are you ready, William?"

William rubbed the stomach wall. "Yeah, I'm ready Mr. Fang."

"Then, let's begin." Fang began to fill his stomach with harmless acids, the liquid gradually covering the fleshy bottom. When it rose high enough to cover William's legs, the filling ceased and the stomach walls began to churn back and forth around the boy.

William shifted around in the thick goop as the stomach churned around him.

Fang purred as his 'meal' moved about inside of him, rubbing his underbelly happily. "Enjoying yourself in there, William?"

"Feels so weird, so different." William said as he was pushed about inside the slimy sack "The walls are moving so oddly. Never seen something like this."

"I'd be quite surprised if you had," Fang said with a chuckle. "I will say, though, that it feels lovely on my side, even if it's just a 'simulation'." He rubbed his belly once more. "In any case, I'll will stop it shortly, so enjoy the moment while it lasts."

William nodded, pushing and feeling around as he was covered in thick slime, being churned around. If this was the real thing he would have been turned to mush by now.

Several minutes later, Fang halted his stomach's movements and began slowly draining the liquid inside. "Thank you for riding the Dragon Digestion Simulator," the dragon said, altering his voice to sound somewhat robotic. "Please wait until all fluids have been expelled before locating your nearest exit."

"Wait what?" William asked with a giggle, feeling around for a moment as the light went out "I... can't see where to go now."

"All part of the ride, William," Fang laughed. After emptying his stomach of the remaining harmless acids, Fang prepared himself for the next part. "Get ready, though, because I'm about to let you out."

William nodded and pushed on the walls "What do I do to get ready?" He asked, shifting around blindly.

"Close your eyes and mouth so you don't get saliva in them on the way up," Fang replied. "When you've done that, pat the floor or wall of my stomach to let me know you're set."

William nodded and close his eyes and mouth before patting the stomach floor.

Feeling William's signal, Fang smiled. "Alright! Here we go," the dragon called out. Tensing up his stomach muscles, he squeezed the boy up and into his throat, creating a rising bulge in his neck.

William couldn't help but wiggle as he was forced up into Fang's throat, feeling the slimy walls push him up, towards where he came from.

Soon after, the familiar taste of William met Fang's tongue. "And you're out," Fang announced as he carefully used the fleshy muscle to clean the boy off.

William laid there as the slimy muscle worked over him, cleaning off the excess saliva. "That was... so weird." William said as he felt the tongue slide over his back.

"Just one...of the perks...of being a dragon, William," Fang replied between tongue licks. "And if you thought...that was weird...just wait...until tomorrow's demonstration."

William nodded and allowed Fang to clean him off before crawling forward.

Reaching inside his jaws with a paw, Fang gently plucked William out of his mouth and set the boy down softly on the cave floor. "There we go," Fang said contently. "Welcome back to the outside world."

William began to wipe some of the saliva off of him "Feels so weird being out here now."

Fang smirked. "After what you just went through, I don't doubt it." He chuckled to himself. "I can always put you back in, if you want."

"No, I'm good for now." William said, getting up and looking up to Fang.

"Very well, then," Fang replied. He then looked over towards the cave entrance and noticed that it was quite dark outside. "It seems to have grown quite late." He shifted his gaze back over towards the boy. "You said that your parents would be gone for the weekend, is that right?"

William nodded "Yeah, I would be the only one home. Why do you ask Mr. Fang?"

"Well, I was going to offer you a place to stay for the night," Fang answered. "As your teacher, I'm responsible for your well-being until they get back, and I'd prefer to act accordingly. If you don't mind having a dragon for company, I would like you to stay here until morning. Is that alright, William?"

"You would let me stay here? In a dragon's home?" William asked, a smile building on his face.

Fang noticed a tinge of excitement in the boy's voice. "Of course," he said, returning William's smile. "I'd rather do that than let you walk home alone in the middle of the night. That would be unbecoming of a teacher such as myself."

William smiled bright, seeming to have trouble containing some of his excitement.

"However," Fang continued, "there's a slight issue. I don't really have a bed for you to sleep on." He scratched his head with a scaly paw and looked down at the ground. "I usually just sleep on the cave floor, but I assume that would be very uncomfortable for you." Fang looked back at William, wondering what to do. "Any ideas as to where you think you could sleep?"

William thought for a moment before looking up to Fang "I could... sleep in your mouth."

"Hmm..." Fang hummed, pondering William's suggestion. "I guess that could work. It would certainly be comfier and warmer than the floor of my cave." A small smile spread across Fang's muzzle. "And, of course, I would get to enjoy your flavor again." He looked back at William, still smiling. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"I need to get used to it anyway since the lecture you plan to give to class."

"You make a solid point, William," Fang affirmed. "It would allow our demonstration for the others to progress more smoothly." He lay down before the boy and lowered his head until it was just above the ground. "Well then, climb on in." Fang opened his jaws wide and shifted his tongue over so that it was covering the bottom row of his fangs, creating a makeshift bridge.

William nodded and slowly walked over to Fang's jaws, staring inside them for a moment before climbing onto his slimy tongue.

Fang waited patiently, keeping his tongue still and steady so William would have no additional issues traversing it. As a personal precaution, Fang didn't plan on moving until the boy had safely crossed over his fangs.

William slowly crawled forward, across the slimy tongue and over his fangs.

With William having cleared his teeth, Fang slowly withdrew his tongue inside his mouth and closed his jaws partially, leaving a bit of light to shine between his fangs. Fang then gently curled his tongue around William, quietly enjoying the boy's flavor as he wrapped him up in the fleshy blanket. "That should keep you safe and warm. I don't want you accidentally cutting yourself on my teeth while we sleep."

William slowly nodded, wiggling to find a comfortable stop while being wrapped up by the slimy muscle. He soon went still, closing his eyes as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When William's movements stilled, Fang closed his jaws completely, encompassing the boy in darkness. He then laid his head on the ground, wrapped his wings around his body, and fell into a deep slumber.

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:: DISCLAIMER :: Contains soft, non-fatal, oral vore. You have been warned.

It was the afternoon in the now large village. Dragons and humans alike were running around, taking care of their daily duties and getting ready for their children to be sent home from school. At the school a young boy sitting in the middle of the class was looking to their dragon instructor as he went over today's lesson. He was always fascinated by dragons and often was caught making sketches or lost in thought on the subject. The bell soon rang, signaling it was time to go home. The students began getting their things together.

The red dragon, known by his students as Fang, looked up from the lesson plans on his desk, a pleasant smile spread across his muzzle. "Alright class. I will see you all tomorrow. Please remember to leave your answer sheets for today's Dragon Anatomy quiz on top of my desk before you go."

They all nodded as they put their books away, placing their quizs on his desk as they walked out of the classroom. As the room cleared one boy stayed where he was, having not noticed the bell to dismiss. Lost in thought as he stared forward, looking to the dragon's chest and sides, mesmerized by the scales and massive body. He had completed the quiz, seeming to have answered everything correctly.

Fang directed his attention at the boy remaining in his seat. The child had been one of his best students, and he was always pleased to find that the boy's studies were coming along well. However, he did notice that during some of his lessons, the child would occasionally stare at him from time to time. And it wasn't just the normal stare that the other children would give when he taught the class. This one seemed to filled with intrigue and wonder. Now what was that boy's name again...?

Fang coughed loudly, attempting to capture the child's attention. "I'm sorry. I seem to have forgotten your name, embarrassing as that may be. What was it again?"

William snapped out of his trance after a few moments, "Oh sorry Mr. Fang. It's William." He said, grabbing his things while staying seated.

"William, is it? Well, William, the school bell rang several minutes ago. All the other children have already left for home." Fang paused momentary and looked back down at his lesson plans. "Or were you waiting to ask me something? Maybe...a question regarding today's lesson, perhaps?"

"Well, I always want to learn as much as I can about dragons." William said, zipping up his backpack and leaning on his desk "But this is the only class on them."

Fang raised his head. The school had mentioned during last month's board meeting that more dragons were going to be added to the teaching staff within the week. If the students were going to learn more about them, it was definitely a good course of action. However, they were behind schedule - weeks behind, in fact. As William had already confirmed, Fang was the only teacher of the staff that was a dragon.

"Seeing as you're one of my top students, I am not surprised you enjoy learning about us." The red dragon smiled gently. "In fact, I am flattered."

William blushed a little, never thinking that he would be flattered "Oh, really? You're flattered?"

Fang chuckled. "Well, of course. It's always nice to know there are humans who find an appreciation for us and are willing to learn more about our kind." The dragon closed his lesson book and placed it atop the answer sheets sitting on his desk, making an organized stack of papers. "As matter of fact, if you're really interested, I'd be more than willing to give you a private lesson about us. Provided you don't have any future engagements for the rest of the day, that is."

"I'm... actually free all weekend. My parents are gone on a trip." William said with a small smile. "I would love to have the private lessons."

"Wonderful!" Fang happily replied. Standing up from his desk, he lumbered his way between the student's desks, his large body shifting them out of the way, until he was standing before the boy. "Then, how about we get started, shall we? Are you ready to begin the first part of your private lessons, William?"

William nodded with a big smile, feeling really excited about his lessons. "Yeah, I'm ready Mr. Fang." The boy said as he looked up to his teacher, wondering what he was going to be learning first.

"Good," Fang said with a devilish grin. "Now, here's the first thing you should know about us." He quickly seized William with a scaly paw, and raise the boy up to his muzzle. "Dragons love to eat." Fang then tossed the child into the air and caught him inside his jaws, encompassing the boy in pure darkness. Grinning widely, he turned around, wandered over to his desk to pick up the answer sheets, and then left the classroom to take his 'forbidden fruit' home.

William yelped as he was tossed into the air, flailing about as he fell back towards Fangs open jaws, landing on the tongue with a wet splat. As soon as the jaws closed around him his heart rate began to raise, scooting to the front of the jaws, feeling around.

Though he would have loved to swallow the boy then and there, Fang suppressed the urge, keeping his tongue relatively still as he made his way to his cave nearby. He would wait until he arrived home, giving the boy time to adjust to his new quarters before moving on with the next lesson. Of course, that also allowed him time to get a taste for the boy, which worked out in his favor.

William felt around on the tongue until he found the teeth, pushing on them a bit "M-Mr. Fang? Are you really going to eat me?"

Fang gently shifted his tongue, moving William back to the center of his mouth. "It would be best if you do not touch those, boy. They are sharper than you think." The ground beneath his paws began steadily changing to a more mountainous terrain, signifying that he was close to home. "To answer your question, though, yes. Everything you have learned in my class thus far has been about the outward appearance of dragons. Our height, length, and scale density, just to name a few. This time, however, I plan to educate you about our insides, as well. A lesson that very few humans ever get to learn about, which I have found quite disheartening."

William gulped and shifted forward towards the front again. "M-Mr. Fang. I-I don't want to be eaten. I don't like the idea." William pushed on the tongue "Please let me out." William said as his heart rate began to go up.

"You agreed to the private lessons, did you not," asked Fang, curling the tip of his tongue to prevent the boy from touching his teeth again. "And though I didn't mention it earlier during class, I plan to have a quiz next week on dragon digestive systems. This will give you firsthand experience of how that works, minus the 'digestive' aspects, of course. A rather large advantage for you over the other students, don't you think?"

William was still rather nervous about the whole thing, pushing on the curling tongue. Even spoken plainly to him he didn't hear the non-digestion part. "I-I didn't know you were going to eat me."

"I kept that information from you on purpose, William." Fang said guiltily. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have accepted my private lessons so willingly." Climbing up a few naturally formed steps of stone, the red dragon stopped just in front of his cave. "Regardless, if you are truly interested in dragons, you will soon learn how wonderful we really are - both outside and inside."

William gulped, still fearing what was about to come.

"We will now continue with the first lesson, William. As I said before, dragons love to eat. Of course, every dragon has their preference on what they find to be tasty. It could be fish, cattle, or even other dragons should it suit their palate." A sly grin spread across Fang's muzzle. "Personally, I enjoy the taste of humans." And with that, Fang flicked his tongue upwards, sending the child to the back of his mouth.

William yelped as he was sent towards the back of Fang's maw, squirming as he tried to grab the tongue or anything to keep him from sliding into the throat.

But Fang was one step ahead of the boy, lifting his tongue to the roof of his mouth to prevent the child's escape. With a loud, audible gulp, Fang swallowed William, sending the boy down his esophagus. The red dragon moaned with pleasure as the newly-formed bulge in his neck traveled downward towards his rib cage.

William yelled out a little, pushing out on the walls of the pulsing throat, getting covered in saliva on his way down.

Fang enjoyed the lovely squirms of protest from his student as it made the experience all the more worthwhile. When William had finally reached his stomach, the dragon let out a delightful sigh and patted his belly, quite content with its new occupant. "Ahh... That was most...enjoyable. It has been a quite some time since I've last done something like this. I've really missed it so."

"Fang please! Let me out!" William protested, as he pushed out on the stomach walls, feeling the slick and slimy surface between his figures. The boy's voice sounded like he was in distress, he wouldn't learn much freaking out the way he was.

"Easy there, William," Fang said calmly as he entered his cave to find a place to relax. "There is nothing to be afraid of."

"But I'm in your stomach, what about the acid?"

Situating himself on a makeshift chair of rock, Fang looked down at his white-scaled belly. "That is where private lesson number two comes into play, William," he replied, rubbing his stomach gently. "All dragon's have complete control over their digestive systems. An ability of which we are quite proud, given that most species - including you humans - are unable to do the same."

"S-so I'm not going to be digested?" William asked, pushing the walls a little.

Fang chuckled. "If you were, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Creating another conflict between humans and dragons is not on my agenda, I'll have you know."

William nodded, slowly beginning to calm down, feeling the walls around him.

The movements of the boy elicited a gentle purr from the dragon. "It seems you've begun to acquaint yourself with your new surroundings. In that case, would you mind if I made request?"

"A request?" William asked, stopping his pushing, looking up somewhat.

"Indeed. If you would be so kind, I would like you to give me a belly rub. Dragon stomachs are rather sensitive to movement, you see, courtesy of the many nerves that inhabit the stomach walls. Most dragons won't admit it, but belly rubs are more preferable than the desperate squirms of our prey. However, it is a rare experience as the majority of the humans we eat are your criminals. The rest, aside from a small handful, are unwilling to enter our bellies for fear of being digested - just like you did. It's been a long time since I last had a good belly rub, and if you gave me one, I would be most grateful."

"O-oh, ok. I guess so, c-could you do me a favor though? I-it's kind of dark, I don't really like that. N-not on my first time in here." William said.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I seem to have forgotten that humans can't see very well in the dark. Just a moment." Fang stood up from his chair and moved to a table near the back of his cave. Upon its surface were several small, white objects, spherical in shape. Picking one of them up in his paws, he clicked a small button at the top. Moments later, the object sparked to life and began to emit a soft, white glow, growing brighter by the second. When it reached the brightness he deemed most acceptable, he clicked the button again and then tossed it into mouth, followed by a quick swallow. "That should help. If it's still too dark for you, you can always press the button at the top to increase the brightness. It's power will run out after about thirty minutes, so just let me know if you need another. I've got plenty." Fang then moved back to the chair and sat down once more.

William heard something fall into the belly with a splat, beginning to feel around, trying to find it. Once he found it he felt around until he was able to push the button and turn it on.

Fang's belly scales glowed dimly from the light within. The dragon smiled. "That nifty object was made by the last human who gave me belly rubs. He had a fear of the dark, so he created that to use while inside my stomach. Eventually, however, he had to move away to another city for work. As a parting gift, he gave me his remaining collection of the spheres and taught me how to make them should I ever run out."

William nodded and moved around inside the stomach, feeling around on the walls.

"Now that you are able to see in there, William," Fang began, "it would be nice if you granted your teacher his request. A belly rub, if you would."

"O-ok Mr. Fang." William said, pushing into the walls, rubbing around the slick shifting walls.

Fang leaned back in his chair and looked up at the cave's ceiling with a smile, purring loudly as he enjoyed his student's efforts inside. "Thank you, William. Ahh.... That feels wonderful," Fang murred in delight. "If you could do this for a few more minutes, I would really appreciate it. Afterwards, we can move on to the final lesson of the day."

"Alright Mr. Fang." William said, rubbing all around the stomach, watching at the walls slowly shift around him as saliva dripped drown around him.

After several minutes, Fang let out a happy sigh, content with William's rubs. "Those were the best belly rubs I have ever had, William. Your teacher is most pleased. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome Mr. Fang." William said, pushing out on the walls. "Why don't you have anyone come and do this anymore?"

"After the last human visitor I had moved away, I tried asking others to grant my request," Fang replied. "Unfortunately, each human that I asked assumed I would digest them, and outright refused. Eventually, I stopped asking altogether, figuring no one else would be willing to do it." Fang paused, rubbing his stomach. "That is...until you mentioned wanting to learn as much as you could about dragons. At first, I thought about asking you, but I was afraid you would have refused, too. Therefore, I decided to take a more... mischievous approach to ensure that you would go through with it. I apologize if I was too forceful."

William nodded and pushed on the walls. "It was scary is all. I really didn't know if I was going to survive. I'm ok with it now."

"I see. Well, I'm happy to hear that." Fang stood up from his chair. "In any case, as promised we will move on to the final lesson. However..." The dragon paused and took a deep breath. "William, I'm going to need you to trust me on this last one. It's probably going to freak you out, but do not worry. You will be just fine."

"Wh-why do you say that? What are you going to do?" William asked, feeling and sounding a little nervous, pushing around on the walls.

"Do you remember the second lesson about dragons having full control over their digestive systems," Fang inquired. "Well, it goes a bit further than that. The fourth and final lesson is that dragons even have full control over the potency of their stomach acids. In other words, we can make them as acidic or non-acidic as we wish. What I'm going to do is fill up the bottom part of my stomach with these acids and show you exactly what I mean. I did this several times with the last human, and he compared it to his warm bath away from home."

William gulped, he did trust his teacher, but that didn't mean he was completely confident with what was about to happen. "So, you are going to make your stomach run through the motions of digestion, without digestion?"

Fang chuckled. "That's actually a rather clever way to put it, William. I'm impressed. But yes. That is what I plan on doing. Think of it as giving you an idea of what a dragon's digestion could be like if it were actually digesting you."

"Ok. Am I going to be sent deeper?" William asked, pushing on the fleshy slimy walls.

"Er..." Fang cocked his head awkwardly, unsure of how to answer. "Well, I wasn't planning on going THAT far, but...." He scratched the back of his long, scaly neck. "I mean...I'd prefer to avoid doing something like that to you. If you're that curious, though...I could show you the rest of my...innards."

"No, n-not this time." William said as she shifted around the wrinkled stomach, feeling his hands and knees slipping between the folds.

Fang sighed with relief. "That's probably for the best." As he was about to start William's 'digestion simulator', though, an idea suddenly popped into the dragon's head. "Actually, William, as strange as this might sound...that wouldn't be a bad idea for a class demonstration during the weekend. What do you think about being a dragon digestion volunteer? The two of us could show the other students how a dragon's digestion system works. It would be an educational experience for everyone...although a bit of an awkward one."

"You mean you want to eat me in front of the class? How will they know where I am or what's going on?" William asked.

"Well, you would be holding onto a longer lasting version of that sphere I gave you," Fang replied. "Although you can't see it from in there, that light is bright enough to shine through my scales. That would allow the students to follow you during your 'travels', while I explained exactly where you were."

"A...alright." William said, thinking about the offer "I guess, I'll do it." He said, pushing out on the walls.

"Then we have ourselves a plan," Fang replied. "An awkward one, but a plan nonetheless." The dragon suddenly smiled. "Ahh, yes. I almost forgot. We still haven't finished your final last lesson of the day." Fang rubbed his stomach scales. "Are you ready, William?"

William rubbed the stomach wall. "Yeah, I'm ready Mr. Fang."

"Then, let's begin." Fang began to fill his stomach with harmless acids, the liquid gradually covering the fleshy bottom. When it rose high enough to cover William's legs, the filling ceased and the stomach walls began to churn back and forth around the boy.

William shifted around in the thick goop as the stomach churned around him.

Fang purred as his 'meal' moved about inside of him, rubbing his underbelly happily. "Enjoying yourself in there, William?"

"Feels so weird, so different." William said as he was pushed about inside the slimy sack "The walls are moving so oddly. Never seen something like this."

"I'd be quite surprised if you had," Fang said with a chuckle. "I will say, though, that it feels lovely on my side, even if it's just a 'simulation'." He rubbed his belly once more. "In any case, I'll will stop it shortly, so enjoy the moment while it lasts."

William nodded, pushing and feeling around as he was covered in thick slime, being churned around. If this was the real thing he would have been turned to mush by now.

Several minutes later, Fang halted his stomach's movements and began slowly draining the liquid inside. "Thank you for riding the Dragon Digestion Simulator," the dragon said, altering his voice to sound somewhat robotic. "Please wait until all fluids have been expelled before locating your nearest exit."

"Wait what?" William asked with a giggle, feeling around for a moment as the light went out "I... can't see where to go now."

"All part of the ride, William," Fang laughed. After emptying his stomach of the remaining harmless acids, Fang prepared himself for the next part. "Get ready, though, because I'm about to let you out."

William nodded and pushed on the walls "What do I do to get ready?" He asked, shifting around blindly.

"Close your eyes and mouth so you don't get saliva in them on the way up," Fang replied. "When you've done that, pat the floor or wall of my stomach to let me know you're set."

William nodded and close his eyes and mouth before patting the stomach floor.

Feeling William's signal, Fang smiled. "Alright! Here we go," the dragon called out. Tensing up his stomach muscles, he squeezed the boy up and into his throat, creating a rising bulge in his neck.

William couldn't help but wiggle as he was forced up into Fang's throat, feeling the slimy walls push him up, towards where he came from.

Soon after, the familiar taste of William met Fang's tongue. "And you're out," Fang announced as he carefully used the fleshy muscle to clean the boy off.

William laid there as the slimy muscle worked over him, cleaning off the excess saliva. "That was... so weird." William said as he felt the tongue slide over his back.

"Just one...of the perks...of being a dragon, William," Fang replied between tongue licks. "And if you thought...that was weird...just wait...until tomorrow's demonstration."

William nodded and allowed Fang to clean him off before crawling forward.

Reaching inside his jaws with a paw, Fang gently plucked William out of his mouth and set the boy down softly on the cave floor. "There we go," Fang said contently. "Welcome back to the outside world."

William began to wipe some of the saliva off of him "Feels so weird being out here now."

Fang smirked. "After what you just went through, I don't doubt it." He chuckled to himself. "I can always put you back in, if you want."

"No, I'm good for now." William said, getting up and looking up to Fang.

"Very well, then," Fang replied. He then looked over towards the cave entrance and noticed that it was quite dark outside. "It seems to have grown quite late." He shifted his gaze back over towards the boy. "You said that your parents would be gone for the weekend, is that right?"

William nodded "Yeah, I would be the only one home. Why do you ask Mr. Fang?"

"Well, I was going to offer you a place to stay for the night," Fang answered. "As your teacher, I'm responsible for your well-being until they get back, and I'd prefer to act accordingly. If you don't mind having a dragon for company, I would like you to stay here until morning. Is that alright, William?"

"You would let me stay here? In a dragon's home?" William asked, a smile building on his face.

Fang noticed a tinge of excitement in the boy's voice. "Of course," he said, returning William's smile. "I'd rather do that than let you walk home alone in the middle of the night. That would be unbecoming of a teacher such as myself."

William smiled bright, seeming to have trouble containing some of his excitement.

"However," Fang continued, "there's a slight issue. I don't really have a bed for you to sleep on." He scratched his head with a scaly paw and looked down at the ground. "I usually just sleep on the cave floor, but I assume that would be very uncomfortable for you." Fang looked back at William, wondering what to do. "Any ideas as to where you think you could sleep?"

William thought for a moment before looking up to Fang "I could... sleep in your mouth."

"Hmm..." Fang hummed, pondering William's suggestion. "I guess that could work. It would certainly be comfier and warmer than the floor of my cave." A small smile spread across Fang's muzzle. "And, of course, I would get to enjoy your flavor again." He looked back at William, still smiling. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"I need to get used to it anyway since the lecture you plan to give to class."

"You make a solid point, William," Fang affirmed. "It would allow our demonstration for the others to progress more smoothly." He lay down before the boy and lowered his head until it was just above the ground. "Well then, climb on in." Fang opened his jaws wide and shifted his tongue over so that it was covering the bottom row of his fangs, creating a makeshift bridge.

William nodded and slowly walked over to Fang's jaws, staring inside them for a moment before climbing onto his slimy tongue.

Fang waited patiently, keeping his tongue still and steady so William would have no additional issues traversing it. As a personal precaution, Fang didn't plan on moving until the boy had safely crossed over his fangs.

William slowly crawled forward, across the slimy tongue and over his fangs.

With William having cleared his teeth, Fang slowly withdrew his tongue inside his mouth and closed his jaws partially, leaving a bit of light to shine between his fangs. Fang then gently curled his tongue around William, quietly enjoying the boy's flavor as he wrapped him up in the fleshy blanket. "That should keep you safe and warm. I don't want you accidentally cutting yourself on my teeth while we sleep."

William slowly nodded, wiggling to find a comfortable stop while being wrapped up by the slimy muscle. He soon went still, closing his eyes as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When William's movements stilled, Fang closed his jaws completely, encompassing the boy in darkness. He then laid his head on the ground, wrapped his wings around his body, and fell into a deep slumber.