Exploring Destiny

You wander along, following a large sign in the forest pointing out directions. "Draconic exploration" is written along the wood, which had your attention. To explore a dragon, even getting close to one, sounds like a dream, and here's some random sign supposedly leading to one. Through a small path, overgrowth, and then eventually into a clearing, you began to hear the telling signs that a dragon does exist. The rattling breaths pulling in and flowing out drift noisily in the wind. That's when you see the big gray dragon lying at the center of the field. He's sprawled out lazily and flopped onto his right side. Dark gray scales for his upper half and white for his plated underside. A noticeable feature is a leather collar with a couple of pockets around the bottom of his neck His wings are relaxed, flowing from his strong shoulders all the way to the tip of his tail, white along the ventral side, gray for the dorsal. The wings are lined with horizontal slats like spikes, making them look wavy and almost like a sail if raised. There's a big sign shaped like an arrow that points at him. "Dragon" is comically written on it, and you can't help but agree with the sign. It's certainly a dragon, a spaced-out one that's not paying much attention, letting you look on from a distance. His snout is pointed slightly away, but you see the white loop of scales wrapping around it like his mouth is taped shut. Though that isn't the case when he yawns, opening wide with a breathy inhale and exhale, slapping his white tongue against the bottom of his mouth. He's certainly big; even from this distance, he dwarfs your height. You might be the size of a single one of his paws, perhaps just big enough that you're a mouthful. He looks friendly enough, casually laying there with a sign pointed at him, likely the one who made them like a goof. Do you approach, or leave the dragon be? [[Leave.->Leave]] [[Approach->Sure! Approach the dragon]]

Maybe you don't want to explore a dragon after all. He looks big and intimidating and probably isn't friendly like the signs would suggest. You start to walk back into the woods while his gray eyes catch a glimpse of you, looking confused and maybe a little bit sad as you slip away. He looks like he wants to awkwardly follow you but slumps in front of the sign in wait for the next fellow to wander by.

You begin to walk up, his big body getting more into view as his size is quite apparent. You're definitely small in comparison, feeling the ground vibrate a little each time he breathes. Soon enough, you see his nostrils flare, sniffing at the air as his ears perk up next to his curved white horns, slowly turning his head until his gray eyes lock onto you. A happy smile crosses his gray lips, wrinkling the white loop a little as he watches you walk closer. Your proximity affects the swish of his tail across the grass, as well as how much lower he lays his head, eventually putting his chin on the ground. "Hello, little friend! I'm Destiny!" His rumbling voice comes with the opening of his mouth, wafting the sweet scent of honey with his words. With a slightly chilly morning, there's a wisp of fog that blows out. You see glimpses of his white interior, hearing the slight slap of his tongue rolling the syllables out. "Did you follow the signs?" It's an obvious question, as it's the only way you'd stumble upon the dragon. You nod, in fact, following the signs and, in doing so, make the big dragon rumble happily. "Well, I'm a dragon! And I'm happy to let you explore. Inside and out! Is that something you'd like?" [[Yes!->Yes! I'd love to explore!]] [[No.->No.]]

"Good!" He looks like he holds back from giving you a happy lick, gathering his poise once more with the jitter of his tail. "I love exploring dragons, too, so I'm happy to let you have that experience with me!" "Now…" He sprawls out a little more, exposing his gut while spreading his wings out like a blanket across the grass. "Is there anywhere you'd like to start?" [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

"Oh! That's ok! You can just hang out. Or leave if you'd like! I'm just happy you walked up to me." His tail sways regardless, even if he seemed really excited for you to explore. Stay or go, he radiates a sensation of happiness, rumbling to vibrate the ground just from your proximity.

He's lying down in front of you with his head placed on the ground. You look over his large body, seeing the small gray scales littering his snout and back, as well the bigger white plates running down the underside of his neck, belly, and to the tip of his tail. His paws gently knead the ground while he awaits to hear where you'll want to go. He's staring eagerly with happy gray eyes that go a little cross-looking at you over his snout, giving idle sniffs in your direction. [["Will it be safe?"->Always Safe <3]] [["Can I take a look around your snout?"->Snout of Destiny]] [["Do you mind if I look in your mouth?"->Mouth of Destiny]] [["Can I rub your belly?"->Rubbing the Belly of Destiny]] [[Boop his snout.->Booping Destiny]] [["Have you eaten today?"->Hunger of Destiny]]

"Absolutely! I'm incapable of doing harm. My magic will keep you safe no matter where you'd like to go!" He gives a caring smile, ensuring anything you do with him will be nice and cozy. [[Continue.->Choice of Destiny]]

"Absolutely! And you can touch it too if you'd like. Feel free to poke, lift, climb and look!" He moves his head closer, dragging his chin along the grass, setting his snout right before you. [[Continue!->Snout Hub]]

"I'm happy to give you a good view! Feel free to ask for a deeper look too." His snout gets closer, setting down a foot away, starting to crack the seams of his lips to open his jaws up for you. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub]]

"I'd love that! You're more than welcome to rub my belly!" He gives a happy rumble at the thought, flopping more onto his side to invite you to approach his plated gut. [[Continue!->Belly Rub Hub]]

You wander up and press your hand between his nostrils, booping the large dragon's happy snoot. In response, his lips split to open, revealing his tongue pressing out in a reactionary mlem. The thick white flesh starts at your knees, dragging up your pants and across your shirt, nearing lifting you off the ground before slurping back inside. He gives a hum at your flavor, swallowing just after, going back to looking at you, waiting where you'd like to go. The slobbery layer of saliva seems to vanish like magic. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

"I haven't! My mouth and belly are completely clean! If that's what you're worried about, then no worries. You've got me all to yourself!" He gives a happy rumble, and his stomach gives an empty grumble. [["Good to know! I'm more comfortable that way."->Choice of Destiny]] [["Aren't you hungry though?"->Grumbles of Destiny]]

"Contrary to my stomach's protest, I don't actually have to eat! I'm completely fine going without food. That doesn't mean I don't like to, though! Who doesn't like a good meal?" He chuckles, going back to his happy smile just after. [["Noted! I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable."->Choice of Destiny]] [["I actually don't mind if you have something to eat! A well-fed dragon sounds nice to explore."->Messtiny]]

"Oh! If that's the case, I'd be happy if you joined me for lunch!" He gives a chuckle, but a complaint from his gut cuts it short. A big bowl of steaming chicken chunks, large grains of rice, and various colorful veggies appear next to you without a bat to his eyes. The magical conjuration of food hot and ready to eat, upscaled in appearance to appease the large dragon. You can see the mound over the lip of the bowl that's taller than you, looking at rice grains as big as your hands, peppers, carrots, broccoli, and chunks of cooked chicken about half your size. While you look and take and take a whiff of his large meal, you hear the hungry lick of his lips joined by the eager grumble of his stomach. [[Continue->Food Hub]]

You stand before his big blocky snout. He simply stares happily, waiting patiently at what you may wish to do. [[Walk around his snout and look->Snout route]] [[Investigate his lips->Lip Land]] [[Climb up onto his snout->Snout Perch]] [[Decide on something else->Choice of Destiny]]

You start to walk around, taking a gander at his blocky head. His scales are relatively small, dark gray until you look at his white stripe. The only interruption to the white is the inward crease of his lips coming together, as well as the slight scrunch at times when he sniffs at the air. You watch his nostrils flare when you're at the front, feeling the warm gusts waft you and a little tug as he drinks your scent in too. His head is blocky in appearance, having a little curve to his snout along the sides. A gentle face, seeing his slightly glowing gray eyes following your every move. His lips come to a happy smile toward the back of his jaw, enjoying you looking him over. It's joined by the flick of his slanted ears, perking to ride up along his slanted horns. His ears are gray, though white along the inside that you can see, more leathery in appearance like his wings. Two big horns jut from the back of his blocky skull, white as well with a smooth look, coming to rounded points. [[Continue down his neck->Neck of Destiny]] [[Go back in front of his snout->Snout Hub]]

You walk up to his snout, looking at the thick crease of his closed lips. They clasp together lazily, settled with scaled weight in a relaxed state. Though they are slightly tense or tight because his muscles work them into a smile that shows at the back. You look at his soft scales, how they are smallest along his lips to let them shift and move easily, growing slightly larger going up his snout. They look smooth, soft, and it lures your hands to touch. Planting your palms on his lips gets him to give a happy rumble. The flexible scales are as soft as you thought. Pressing into them pushes his lips with ease, feeling the slight stretchy nature of the emotive region. You can smoosh them in circular motions, feeling saliva being smeared around on the other side, massaging the inner lip against his gums and teeth while you push. He's happy to let you do whatever, not giving any resistance to his lips, enjoying the adventurous rub as you explore. There's a crinkly and slimy sound as you rub against his lips, pushing along his upper and lower while you look at his scales shift. While they are heavy, you can lift them up a bit, able to see the white glowing gums and teeth of the dragon. In doing so, a bit of drool seeps out onto your hands, wetting his scales as he slobbers onto the grass. As well it opens a pathway for his breath to blow out, splitting some air from going out of his nostrils to waft from the gap you cause. The honey scent flows out with a slight whistle between his teeth, wafting warmth to brush your chest until the seam seals back up. You continue your poking along his snout, taking a look at his white band of scales, pressing around and rubbing the stripe. It's the same as the gray in texture and feel, only different in color. Though he seems to enjoy that spot being pushed, scrunching the back in a cozy smile that you feel tightening his lips. The slobbery tune of rubbing adds a crinkle to the scrunching scales, getting more saliva to wet the area you press, drooling to the bottom of his jaw and onto the grass. When you've had your fill, you back up and return in front of his snout. After all the rubs, you watch as his tongue slides free from his lips, curling to lick the side of his snout you explored. He laps up slobber from the top and bottom before the glowing appendage slurps back into his mouth like it never left. [[Continue! ->Choice of Destiny]]

You decide you want to climb on top of his silly snout. It appears cozy, and his eyes seem to love looking at you. So you step up, analyzing how you're going to do it. Your height stands you just tall enough to look over his nose on your tippy toes, getting his eyes to stare at you so close to his sniffy nostrils. His smooth scales might make things difficult, but the length of his snout is relatively flat for when you do. An idea comes to mind, hugging the front of his snout at first, hoisting your arms over his nostrils to try and press your palms to the top. Then your left foot comes and plants against his lower lip, sagging the loose scales while using it as a step. There's a chuckle that blows some wind over your boot, and his gray eyes continue to watch with your head and shoulders making their way onto the top of his snout. With your right foot, you step up too, lowering his lip enough to put your left on his lower teeth, giving a hop to flop your belly up. His tongue comes and licks your boots, pressing them out of his mouth and hooks to push you up, lapping you fully onto his snout. [["Uh... Hello!"->Stare.]]

You decide to continue past his jawline to follow his thick draconic neck. His ears tilt to keep track of you, picking up your footsteps along the grass. You look at his neck as you walk, seeing the small gray scales and the white plates on the underside planted to the ground. It's noisy while you stand there, hearing the rumbly rush of breaths on the other side. His neck shifts with air going in and out in a rhythmic rattle. While examining his scales, you note his leather collar too. It's wrapped around near the base of his neck, compressed to the scales in a comfy-looking embrace. There are pockets with latches and buttons, loops with a pen and pencil nestled in them, and a big metal buckle that keeps it snug. It's a smooth brown color, looking well worn yet in good shape. You imagine he doesn't take it off very much, if at all. [[Pet his neck->Neck Pats]] [[Go back to his snout->Snout Hub]]

You step closer to his rumbling neck, feeling the dense vibration in the air before your hands even press to his scales. Once you do make contact, your palms jitter with his rattling breaths, feeling his expanding scales tense and relax. There's also his thick pulse thumping gently, giving a little skip when you first press. The vibrating rumble gets more pronounced when you rub your hands against his neck, clearly loving your attention. Each breath expands his scales slightly, rattling in and out. A different tune follows depending on inhales or exhales; the former is more mute while the latter is louder. You can feel the happiness behind each one while you rub, watching his ears flick, paws knead, and neck slowly tilt so you're massaging the broader plates. It's warm to the touch, vibrating your hands with the breathy rush pulling air from his lungs, joined by the rise and fall of his chest. His collar expands with each breath, seeming snug but elastic, cupped to his soft scales. [["What's with the collar?"->Collar Lore]] [["Can you swallow?"->Neck Swallow]] [[Rub your way to his collar to get a better look->Neck to Collar]] [[Head back to his head->Snout Hub]]

Without needing words, you feel the tension in his scales. A licking in his mouth precedes a slobbery tug of muscles, belting out a gooey glurk funneling into his throat. You hear the fleshy squeeze, watching his plates bulge only slightly with swallowed saliva flowing down, passing your position as your palms push into the rolling muscles. It's noisy as it presses by, hearing fluidic squirts shifting along, squeezing slobber beyond his collar into his chest, spilling the thick drool into his rumbling gut. It ends as if nothing happened, simply clearing his mouth, resuming his happy breaths to share a swallow with you. [[Continue rubbing to his collar->Neck to Collar]] [[Head back to his head->Snout Hub]]

You rub down the length of his neck, reaching the leather collar, looking at the buckle latching it there. The thick strap soaks the vibration, cushioning his scales while your hands touch the warm leather. You see his big pen and pencil, the large bags nestled in near seamless stitches. "There's a lot of magic with this collar! Though one pocket is made for friends to snuggle up in! The others are better left being opened by me only." His voice rumbles by, and you hear the rush of wind going through before the words form out of his mouth. Just after he finishes, the closest bag to you unclasps without any motion from him. You can assume this is the friend bag, and its opening is an invitation if you'd like to climb inside. [[Accept the invite->Collar of Destiny]] [[Decline and return to his snout->Snout Hub]]

"Oh! It's magic and very convenient for storing all my things! It keeps what I need close. And I think it makes me look more approachable! Maybe? Not like I have too many options with these wings!" He splays his wings out, showing them go from his shoulders to his tail tip. It would be hard to have many other options other than a satchel around his neck or bags strapped to his legs instead. [["Can you swallow?"->Neck Swallow]] [[Rub your way to his collar to get a better look->Neck to Collar]] [[Head back to his head->Snout Hub]]

You look at the open pouch and put your palms beneath it, taking a grip on the side of his collar. It's a reachable height, stepping up into the buckle before hoisting yourself up to the flap. With little effort, you start to crawl inside, seeing a little white, objectless light illuminating the comfy pocket. You nestle inside, bulging out the stretchy leather to fit, feeling the cozy compression of the interior walls against your body. Inside, you feel his rattling breaths vibrate his collar. It's warm even with the flap remaining unclasped, giving you the option to leave whenever you want. He rumbles happily with a friend occupying his friend pocket, and you sense it in his pulse that gently thumps through the leather. It's cozy within. You feel like it's the perfect place to take a nap, getting to hear the dragon's ambience while pressed to his neck. Especially when he idly swallows, shifting his scales on the other side of the leather, pressing his throat as it expands by. It flows like a wave that rolls along, going back to normal. [[Take a nap->Collar Nap]] [[Crawl back out to explore more of him->Collar Crawl]]

You give a yawn in the cozy pocket, basking in the warmth and ambient sensations. It's too easy to close your eyes for a little while, drifting into a peaceful slumber. [[Continue!->End of nap]]

You find it easy to nestle your way out after having your fill, wiggling a little to poke your head free. From there, you crawl and hold the leathery flap, hoisting yourself out the way you came. You're greeted by the cool outside air, but the proximity to the dragon's neck warms it up slightly, nipping the slight chill so it's not intrusive. From there, you figure it's time to head back to his snout once more. [[Continue!->Snout Hub]]

"Hello, little friend!" You feel the vibration of his voice beneath you, as well as the faint compression of his tongue pressing his upper palate to form the syllables. There's a slight sound accompanying it, too, aside from his voice, as well the following gust through his nose. He's excited to have you there, taking a look at you as you look at him, rumbling breaths through his nostrils in a smooth vibration to his more structured scales. His big eyes are crossed, looking at you lying belly down on his snout. It's a good indicator of your size in comparison to him, taking up the top of his face, nearly at the base for the protruding bridge of his snout. His draconic pupils are slightly dilated with you so close, giving you a good look at his eyes. Black slit pupils surrounded by the glowing gray iris. The color slowly shifts into a darker hue in the membranes until turning into a thick dark ring around his iris, cutting off the encompassing white of his eyes. You watch as he blinks, shielding his eyes first with a film from the left and right until his gray eyelids close. There's a little wet noise that comes with it, eagerly opening back up to continue staring at you happily. [[Rub his snout->Snout Rubs]] [[Crawl up and move onto his head->Head of Destiny]] [[Slide off his snout->Snout Hub]]

You decide to rub his snout while you lay there, feeling the more boney structure. Despite that, it's still relatively soft to lay on because his scales provide a nice cushion. They are a little larger than around his lips, smooth to the touch, curving with the mostly flat slate of his snout. Your hands move along easily, brushing against his scales, making him more rumbly as his eyes close. There's a slight lean to his head tilting in the direction you choose to massage, but never enough to start sliding you off. His ears flick too, and you hear his paws kneading into the grass happily. By the time you stop, his eyes open back up with a happy, glowing gaze, eager to see what you may want to do next. [[Crawl up and move onto his head->Head of Destiny]] [[Slide off of his snout ->Snout Hub]]

You crawl your way closer to his eyes, and they go crosser as you do. His thick, ridged brow raises slightly as you do. He doesn't move, happy to let you go wherever you want, simply resting there. You go between his eyes, climbing off his snout and onto his head, making your way between his horns. His head is warm, scales slick, and the area is less rigid than a taut snout. It still has that soothing honey scent as you settle between his big horns. The place is cozy. You feel his happy rumble beneath you; his ears brush his horns as they tilt and perk to listen. The site gives you a view down his laying neck, leading gray scales to his back, showing his broad body and resting wings that are half spread out as he's relaxed. [[Look at his horns->Horns View]] [[Rub his horns and ears->Horns and Ears (Of Destiny)]] [[Rub his head->Head Rubs]] [[Slide off his head and back onto the ground->Choice of Destiny]]

The immediate waft of warm honey-scented breath flows from within his opening jaws. His slimy glowing white interior comes fully on display, arcing strands of gooey slobber around his open mouth. You first see his rounded teeth, having large fangs at the front and smaller bottom teeth. Some saliva spans across some upper and lower teeth, spilling onto his white gums, making his teeth look off-white in comparison. They get larger toward the back, having gaps between each one and not all too many. Then there's his tongue—a slimy layer of slobber pools along the central crease of it. The glowing tip sponges at his lower teeth, wiggling a little with excitement, pressing saliva through the gaps to line his lower lip. Your eyes follow along the divot to the back, looking through more strands of drool dripping from the rigid ceiling of his mouth. At the back, you see his gullet flexing with each breath exhaling out over you. The warm fog exits his lips as an invisible vapor until it passes into the cold, gusting mist over you while you watch. Then inhales pull the air around you into his mouth. All the while, his tonsils squish, uvula wobbles and goes with the flow, dangling over his cavernous throat. He patiently waits there, happy to see what you will do. [[Walk around while looking inside->Mouth Walk]] [[Walk up and feel his teeth and lips->Teef]] [["Can you swallow so I can watch?"->Easy Answer]] [[Stand in front of his mouth and soak in the view ->View of Destiny]] [["Can I go inside?" ->Entering Destiny]] [["You can close back up!"->Choice of Destiny]]

You step away from the brunt of his sweet-scented breaths, taking your time to get nice angles from outside his mouth. Grass brushes under your feet while you walk along the right side of his jaw, looking into Destiny's maw. His tongue rests like a plump mattress settled inside, having strands of drool slowly snapping into pools along his white flesh. You can see the sides of his muscle press against the inside of his teeth. He doesn't shift or move, letting you observe his stagnant mouth. His lips are scrunched to keep his mouth open. You walk along, seeing the white band that loops around his snout wrinkled with the smaller facial scales. Then you continue as you look inside, watching through his teeth to the other side. A view through a dragon's jaws, about to watch warm vapor materialize before your eyes as it passes a threshold in his mouth. The exhales turn into fog just after halfway traveling from his open jaws, puffing over his teeth into a dissipating cloud of warmth. You make your way to his curved lips. They curl into a happy smile with his right eye settled on you above. His fleshy cheek at the back is on display, showing his ability to stretch his mouth open more. The rear-most teeth are hidden behind the fleshy white, taut-looking muscles. You can see through the front of his teeth from this angle, further watching the cloud leave through his mouth in a rumbling display. Being closer to his neck exacerbates the rattling, hearing the muscles in his throat vibrating when he exhales and inhales. With the sights taken in, you walk back in front of his mouth where you started, happy with the outside tour. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub]]

You step up closer to his lips, watching them curl at the back in a smile. Your eager hands reach until you plant them on his scales, feeling his mouthy warmth while he breathes over you. His lips cushion your touch, sinking while he's relaxed, letting some drool flow over the crease of your pressing down. They are soft with smooth scales, sagging when you add some weight, letting more slobber drool from the location. You can see more of his glowing white gums housing the bottoms of his front teeth, looking at the taut flesh. He doesn't seem to care at all, not changing his happy breaths that ripple at your clothes. With sticky saliva on your hands, you lift your hands up once more, relieving the small tension in his lip as it follows your motion up until it settles back into its normal spot. Then you reach over it and take a poke at one of his smaller front teeth, tapping at the hard enamel. The boney tooth remains unmoving, unphased by being touched, inviting you to press against it further. You rub your hand against it, taking note of its size, taking your other one to grab around his lower fang. The smallest is the size of your palm, then increases in size to the length of your elbow. His longest are his upper fangs hung above, set left and right of his blocky snout. There are small gaps between these teeth, letting you feel around, brushing against his firm white gums. You get more of his saliva on your hands while you rub his teeth. Each tooth is nice and clean, spotless, if not for slightly yellowed enamel. However, that's mostly exacerbated by the white of his flesh more than anything. You can feel the little divots and creases, moving tooth to tooth down the left side of his open mouth. Along the way, you rub his gums, too, pressing his lips and leaning into them with your lower half to start touching the top. With his teeth getting longer, you can rub the hanging spires at the back, feeling the thick gapped teeth and rounded tips with ease. Once you reach the ligament-looking muscle of his cheek, you give it a rub, too, massaging the stretchy flesh. He rumbles happily the whole time, enjoying your touchy exploration, happy to let you poke where you'd like. You push against the firm flesh, indenting it inward until it collides with his furthest back tooth tucked on the other side. The flesh vibrates with his blowing breaths, helping be a buffer that funnels the foggy wind out of the front of his open mouth, only feeling the faint waft making its way around. With that, you're satisfied with the outside of his lips, walking back into the way of his breath, looking into his open mouth. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub]]

His answer is a curling smile to his lips, wiggling his tongue a little with the pool of saliva shifting with it. He scrunches his white flesh, funneling some slobber over the back hump. Then you see his tonsils start to flex while he lolls his tongue forward, trying not to block the view for his swallow. The bobbling uvula jiggles with the halt of his breath, gullet flexing, flesh jittering until the place all shifts. A loud, slobbery gulp squelches from his throat, collapsing flesh against flesh in a slimy tune. You watch his tonsils squish together, uvula being squeezed between them in a sandwich of white flesh. The action scrunches his tongue, even if he tries to hold back, smooshes the back into his gullet. The view is obscured for a moment as the powerful swallow glurks out. His tongue presses forward again to show the slobbery aftermath, letting you watch the slimy drool that coated the back web his glowing flesh. Saliva splays from his wobbling uvula left and right, picking sides as the gooey film pulls toward his tonsils, slowly spreading the sheets until they break. His bobbing orb drips with some slobber, as well; strands of it litter the back still, jiggling with his sighing breath that blows just after. Things go back to normal after. A small event for his mouth that's easily forgotten by the flesh. Muscle memory settles his tongue into the resting state against his teeth, uvula swaying with each gusty breath, slobber beginning to pool again in a casual cycle. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub]]

You simply stand and watch. It's quite the view, looking straight into a dragon's open mouth. There are lots of details to soak in, one being his warm breath blowing into you, leaving a moist sensation each time the humid, honey-scented gusts go by. Then a little chill as his lungs suck the cool outside air back in, doing so in a rhythmic, calm rumble while you watch. The simple act of breathing alone causes lots of commotion in his mouth, jiggling his uvula around, flexing his gullet, wiggling his heavy tongue, and sending little flicks of spittle when strands of saliva finally break. His resting mouth is easy to look at. Soft white flesh gives a cozy glow, exuding a sweet honey scent while you stand in front of his maw. You look over his tongue, seeing the little bumps that go across his smooth-looking flesh, noting it gets lumpier near the back. The crease that goes from nearly the tip leads all the way to the back, scrunching the sides up to cause the slobbery divot to have a soft appearance as flesh folds in a shifting squish. You gaze up at his upper palate, looking at the rolling ridges of his firm flesh, like a washing board, dripping with saliva, curving up with the arc of his snout. It leads back until it takes a softer look, seamlessly transitioning into his squishy soft palate. That's where his uvula hangs, jittering with each breath that brushes by his pliant flesh. You can watch his gullet all day. How the very back glows the same as the rest, letting you get a look at every crease, line, and divot leading toward the tightening tunnel. With his head and neck laid down, you can see a bit of his epiglottis shift, though even still, most that's deeper is masked by the thick hump of his tongue. There's the abundant sound of standing there. Set before a dragon's jaws, you hear the various noises of his mouth from outside. Even staying still, his fleshy interior idly moves, producing some slimy, wey tunes for your ears. His tongue squished to his teeth, trapped bubbles from saliva under his tongue squelched out, and the little plaps of dripping slobber impacting gooey pools already formed on his flesh. Most prominent are his breaths. He rumbles happily in a rattling draconic purr, vibrating soundwaves gusting over your ears. The noise of air pulling into his large lungs through his trachea, shifting various muscles for the action to subconsciously happen. Then the relaxing flow of wind comes back out, rushing over your body in a thickening fog into the cool outside. There's even the echo of a gurgle from his gut that makes its way up his throat. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub]]

His lips curl with a smile, exhaling a happy rumble at the question. "Of course you can! Feel free to poke around and even go deeper if you'd like!" The words reverberate with you in front of the gusts, blowing his sweet honey breath and a vibrating warmth. It fogs a little escaping his lips, and you'd see his glowing tongue flop as he talks. Though his lips open back up after, continuing his casual breaths, tongue jittering a bit with new inviting anticipation. [[Continue! ->Entering Destiny Path]]

You walk over from his head toward his belly, going wide to round his stretched-out legs. His head almost follows you along, dragging his neck across the grass so he can watch you. The large dragon rumbles happily with your progress, resting his chin on his paws. You look to see his big chest rising and falling with his noisy breaths. Then ultimately, his plated gut was on full display. [[Look at his belly->Gaze at the gut]] [[Rub rub rub->Rub the belly]] [[Decide against it ->Choice of Destiny]]

His belly is smooth, though not very fit. A lazy dragon, but a happy one. The white plates go down from his chest to follow along his gut, traveling along to his swaying tail. You watch for a few moments, seeing his body shift with every breath. His belly slides along the grass slightly when he inhales, then shrinks with the exhales. From a distance, you hear soft, empty grumbles from his stomach, joined by the rumbly rattling of draconic breathing. The big plated region is taller than you, basking in sunlight, having a little shine to the smooth scales. [[Rub rub rub->Rub the belly]] [[Back to his snout ->Choice of Destiny]]

You walk up to his rumbly gut, reaching out until your hands press against his scales. They are smooth, soft, and press inward to your touch. He immediately rumbles happily, flexing his gut at first to harden the vibrating region but then relaxes entirely. His scales are warm and have a honey scent with you so close, inviting you to press around. While plated in appearance, it's soft yet slick, letting your hands press into the happy dragon's rumbling belly. His scales vibrate happily with his rattling breaths, jittering with your rubbing hands. You push, press, and massage his big white belly, moving the scales easily. Like kneading dough, feeling the firm gut sink inward with your hands. He lays there like a loaf, letting you rub to your heart's content, enjoying your massaging company. You can feel his heart thump, his breaths making the area rise and fall, and even his stomach grumbling just on the other side of his warm scales. [[Put your head to his gut->Listen in]] [[Having enough, back up from his gut->Belly Rub Hub]]

You get close, placing your head against his belly. Immediately, you can listen to the muffled inner workings of the dragon's body. The pulse you feel is a dull droning thump. His rushing lungs fill with outside air, rumbling as they leave up through his neck. You more noticeably hear his stomach. Right now, it's empty, listening to the air inside fumble around, being churned in a noisy gurgling of idle juices. You can cause a little slosh when you push, getting his stomach to let out a breathy glorp, jostling his scales when his belly shifts. [[Head back to his snout after->Choice of Destiny]]

You decide to plant your palms on his right horn, feeling the surface of the bony structure. It's smooth like marble, having a nice sound as you rub along its length. His ears take note of it, too, making the rumbly dragon rumble more, enjoying your massaging touch. While you'd imagine there's no feeling in his horns, he seems to like it a lot. His ears seem to want the attention more, though. They tilt and turn while you rub along his horns, inviting you to touch. Gray on the outside, white on the inside, you reach over and under his horns to give his ears some rubs. He rumbles heavily, and you feel his whole head relax when you contact the leathery surface. A sweet spot for the dragon, you can tell, watching his body melt along the ground. Deep rumbles roll out of his throat, vibrating his head as he enjoys your touch. His ears flutter and flick as you rub, specifically toward the bottom at the base. Scritching around makes them jitter, and his body vibrates more. It gets his paws to knead the ground, his tail swaying across the grass. You massage the leathery outside, rubbing the white interior to make his head tilt to your rubs. He loves the attention to the area, looking like he'll fall asleep if you keep going. His eyes are closed, from what you can tell. The ridge of his brow is lowered with his happy, relaxed state. Though they open once more after you've had your fun. His ears flick a little when your rubs end, going back to a resting state, listening to what you might do next. [[Continue->Head of Destiny]]

You start to rub the top of his head, feeling the thick, smooth scales in the area. He gives a happy draconic rumble as you do, enjoying the sensation of your palms pressing against him. The top is still somewhat rigid, yet soft to the touch, rolling your fingers over his head in a happy massage. You rub around, getting behind his ears and horns, feeling along the ridge of his brow. He relaxes completely as you go along, making his scales less taut toward his neck and face. It remains that way even when you stop, wanting to do something else after patting the happy dragon. [[Continue->Head of Destiny]]

He lays there happily, nostrils sniffing at the bowl of food idly, drawing in the tasty steam. Although his stomach gives a demanding grumble, he doesn't just dig into his meal. His eyes shift between the bowl and you as though wondering what you'd like to do while he eats his delicious food. [["You can eat! I'm happy to watch!"->Watch the Dragon Eat]] [["Can I listen to your belly as you eat?"->Food belly rub]] [["Do you mind if I tuck between your collar and neck?"->Cozy Spot for Eating]] [[Climb up into his bowl, intending to join his meal. ->Food of Destiny]]

He gives a happy smile and a rumble, closing his eyes with thought until his belly grumbles. The steamy air pulls into his nostrils when he lowers his head and sniffs his food, though his eyes look at you with his snout hovering over the bowl. Then his jaws part with the spread of his lips, opening enough that you see the tips of his teeth as his tongue laps out. You watch the flexible appendage dig into the mound, pushing grains of rice aside as it hunts a chunk of chicken to go with it, forming a scoop that carries a carrot and a small stalk of broccoli too. Some rice slips off by the time his tongue pulls it back up into his mouth, falling back into the bowl for later. What stays stuck in the sticky clump vanishes into his closing mouth, locked behind happy lips when he levels his head to enjoy the first bite. You listen and look at his jaws shifting with his mouth closed. The pocket underneath tells he's moving his tongue around, and the slight up and down movement would say he's chewing. At least a little bit. It sounds like he's mostly just licking it around, giving a happy hum at the favor until he tilts his head back. The swallow comes with a heavy and thick tune, taking down mostly unchewed chunks of lunch into his throat. You can see his slobbery bolus bulging his plated neck in a faint wave traveling down, rolling the white scales until stretching his collar on the way by. The swallowed food makes the leather push out to make way, catching a view of the food in a smaller bump after it's been squeezed by, vanishing completely after passing into his chest. His belly doesn't budge at the mouthful spilling in, the only evidence that it arrived by an accepting gurgle muffled from his distant gut. The dragon isn't satisfied with a single mouthful, looking down at an entire bowl of lunch left to eat. He licks his lips left and right, eager to continue his lunchtime meal. [[Continue Watching->More eating]] [["Can you swallow with your mouth open?" ->Messy Mouth Swallow]] [["Can I go rub your belly?"->Mid meal rubs]]

"Sure thing! Feel free to rub and listen as I fill up!" He gives a happy rumble as his stomach grumbles. [[Continue->Food belly rub confirm]]

"Now that sounds like a cozy spot! Get to listen to me swallow and feel food roll through! Go for it!" He happily lowers his neck, giving you easy access to his collar. The thought of you there certainly gets him excited, like he'd enjoy taking your place by the enthusiasm in his voice. You wander over, feeling the leather pressed to rumbling scales. His claw comes up, and he stretches the collar out, letting you slide your legs first inside the formed pocket. Once you nestle yourself into the warm crawlspace. Then he releases his claw, letting the soft leather hold you against his neck. You hear him rumbling; happily, breath rushing on the other side of your spot, expanding the scales to better hold you to his snug collar. It's comfy for sure, listening to the dragon's happy noises alongside the sound of his throat idly squeezing, anticipating a meal. He gives a swallow, too, hearing the heavy gulp above, then hearing the ooze of saliva sputter in a light lump of muscles moving by. A small example of what's to come; having his scales press against your body as you hug to his warm neck. [[Continue!->Against the neck of Destiny ]]

You put your hands on the side of his bowl, hoisting yourself up with relative ease. You're met by the sticky touch of brown-sauced rice, flopping into the big mound of dragon food. He gives a chuckle as you smoosh against a chunk of seasoned chicken. You're surrounded by his meal, sinking into the soft rice, having a colorful chopped pepper settle against your chest, resting nicely on top of some broccoli, and watching the stream wisp around you. Despite how warm the meal is, you feel cozy laying on hot food, feeling sauce and ingredients wet your clothes already. There's a noisy ambience already while you sink, hearing warm lunch settle into itself, hissing lightly with steam through grains of rice. His big snout hovers overhead, pointed at you with a happy few gusty sniffs. You can see the steamy vapors pull into his nostrils, followed by his tongue slapping out to lick his happy lips, coating his scales in some pent-up slobber. "Looks like I got a sweet new ingredient! A welcome addition to any meal. I take it by hopping into my food that you'd like to be eaten with it?" He tilts his head like he wants to confirm the obvious. [["Yes, you goof!"->Commit to the meal]] [["Actually, I've had second thoughts"->Food Hub]]

He continues to eat without a passing thought, only working to pass his food to his stomach. Noisy licks fill the chilly air, the messy smack of the dragon's tongue scooping up various chunks into his hungry mouth. They don't last very long until he swallows, sending the hardly-chewed chunks of lunch to his gurgling stomach. His eyes watch you on occasion, but mostly they are glued to the bowl, lapping up its steaming contents happily. Gulp after gulp, you can watch his lunch roll through his neck, each swallow vanishing into his chest. Viscous groans and grumbles are muffled by the dragon's gut, filling up on a chunky lunch. His lips are greasy, spackled in some rice and veggies by the time he's tackled the massive mound. From bowl to belly, he's packed the meal away, tucked into his happy tum. He licks his lips in lengthy laps from top to bottom, polishing his scales with the slimy white tongue, scraping off leftovers. Then he licks the bowl over, cleaning up anything left behind, as well as savoring the remaining flavor and sauce. With a final few throat-clearing swallows, he's all done with lunch, giving a happy rumble as his attention shifts back to you. "That was great! Now what would you like to do now?" His voice is thick with lunch, probably still squeezing some food down when he decides to talk. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

His lips grin as you catch him mid-bite, pulling some veggies, chicken, and clumps of rice into his glowing mouth. He lowers his head so that his greasy snout is set before you, idly giving little chews before he opens back up. You look at the slimy display. Food is stuck most everywhere in his mouth, and the glowing white flesh highlights each gooey glob. Grains of rice and bulbs of green from broccoli drip with his viscous saliva across his maw, pooling onto his tongue where most of the pile has settled. Some sticky rice clings to his upper palate, on his inner cheeks, gums, and even uvula dangling at the back. There are squashed steamed carrots that met his teeth, pressed into the mess, and forked along the inner crease that looks like a chute leading to his throat. Chicken that hasn't been chewed alongside squeezed bits that have, all being clumped together in a messy, slimy package for his stomach. He breathes idly with his mouth open, sending the scent of his meal alongside the smell of his honey breath. Warmth pours from his mouth with steam into the chilly air around you, puffing a goody fog. Its scent is nice, fresh with lunch, having a slobbery smell to go with it, but the edge is taken off by that honey after scent magically present. The moisture gets on your clothes while you look into his messy mouth, basking in the heat and sight, watching him wiggle his tongue to roll the food around. It topples left and right, and his jaws come down to press some bits more. A light squish echoes, little snap follows with a less steamed carrot breaking, spreading more orange into the multicolored blob. The rice is stained brown from the sauce, littered with greens, dolloped in red pepper, orange from carrots, and pushed with chicken. It's being consolidated now, scrunched with his tongue, licked toward his throat as you look at it. There's an exhale that goes out, tensing his flesh in a telling display, rolling his uvula onto the back end of his mouthful. He spreads his jaws a little wider to not mask the whole ordeal, wanting to show you from a distance how his gullet works. His tongue presses forward, attempting to hold it down as the rear hump of it scrunches up, shoving food back against his throat, pressing inward with his tonsils, and pushing down with his uvula. A resounding Glrk is also muffled with a noisy squelch. Assorted foods squeeze into his esophagus with a muscular ripple, at first hidden behind his tongue. Some spittle mists out of his mouth when the gulp rolls out, splatting some ooze onto his tongue, sending little droplets onto you. The second part of his swallow shows the meal being sucked down in a messy suction, leaving speckles and grains of rice strewn about the back of his mouth that didn't go down, the rest vanishing in hardly any time. You hear it squeeze down his throat, watching the muscle at the back churn, idly swallowing the leftovers without conscious effort. With the task complete, he gives a smile that comes with his lunch breath, then goes back over to the bowl to resume his casual process of eating his meal. [[Continue watching him eat->More eating]] [["Can I go rub your belly?"->Mid meal rubs]]

You wander over to his plated belly, already hearing his stomach get active as food settles inside. After you get there, he gives his lips a lick and swallows some viscous slobber. You press against his scales, giving the soft area a rub while hearing the bassy swallow echo, followed by the sputtering gurgle of lunch being churned inside, joined by saliva drooling in from his throat. Then he takes his next mouthful with the scoop of his tongue, mostly hidden from your view by his legs in the way. You can still hear the juicy smacks of his lips while he licks his food around, watching him raise his head with a hum vibrating his gut. He continues his meal like you've seen, pushing the food around inside his mouth until he gives a messy swallow, sending the bolus along. You listen to the squeeze rolling in his throat. Food making its way to his eager stomach you're pressed against. The scrunched flesh accepts the slimy sputter of rice and chicken, noisily flopping into the filling organ with a gurgle. You hear the food spread out after being released from his throat, messily coating his inner walls and into his meal that's there. He's already licking around the next bit, getting his stomach worked up while you give some rubs. His next swallow happens quicker, sending fresh globs of chicken, rice, and veggies into his gut, spurting noisily to join what's already there. You can hear the distinct chunks being worked out of his throat, listening to the sphincter stretch to allow unchewed food to enter his gurgling stomach. Beyond its initial entry, the identity becomes lost amid the rambunctious noises of his gut. Even hearing the larger globs push inside doesn't identify what it was specifically. It could have been a stalk of broccoli, a larger carrot, a big chunk of chicken, or even just compacted rice. Regardless, it's stewing in his stomach, being joined by more as he continues to eat, happily filling his gut with food. You can begin feeling the weight of his meal through his scales. An extra tension as you press against his belly, hearing food get cupped by churning flesh. It's gooier in tune, smooshing grains of rice around with everything else, being pushed as more squeezes into the slimy chamber. His stomach gurgles loudly with each bit sloughing in, bringing bits of air with each passing swallow, compressing bubbles wetly through sticky food. Rubbing his stomach lets you feel your impact on his lunch, especially after he's eaten enough to notice when you push. His stomach expands slowly to fit his meal, not wanting to give it much extra space. Your rubs cause bubbly gurgles to filter around, pressing enough you feel the vibration of gargles within. His belly is soft enough that you can press his gut inward, able to massage at the bustling organ as he eats, physically nudging his happy stomach as it works. [[Continue till he's done->Packing it away]]

You decide to stick around against his gut, listening happily as his belly fills with lunch, from an empty grumble to a cacophony of sloppy tunes. While he eats, it's even noisier, hearing the food squish into the compacted bolus already in there. You continue to press and rub, causing a sticky slosh that blorps in his belly, listening to the gooey squelch of the dragon's meal. Given he hasn't had anything to drink, it's a thick sound, soaking in slimy juices while his stomach squeezes the swallowed food. It's not all too much longer before the swallows slow, and you hear the happy drag of his tongue licking the bowl clean, gulping to clear his throat. His meal is nice and packed away on the other side of his scales. The muffled noises of it settling in bubbling about, joined by a gooey vibration of swallowed sifting through the mass of sticky rice. You rub and in doing so, shifts the air around, making little squirts, muted glorps, and rolling gurgles to flub amid his food. [[See if you can get him to burp->Burpstiny]] [[Reconvene with the dragon->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

With how much he ate, you can definitely feel the heft of his meal. When you push, it makes a funny blorp inside his belly, spurting a wet tune that moves his food around. His stomach wobbles a bit when you press, causing a little flex to his inner muscles. He's distracted while still licking the bowl, rumbling happily as you rub his gut. With a gentle shove, you imagine you can get the bubble in his belly to belch out. You get your position settled. Palms pressed apart, boots planted into the ground. A firm and well-timed shove gets his stomach to flex inward, messing with the bubble of air blorping inside his gut. The sudden push gets his throat to open from the extra pressure, sending the thick air out of his belly. You first hear the gooey suction of his stomach scrunching at the expulsion, cupping his food better with a slimy squeeze. Then his throat vibrates as it flubs up his neck, soon burping into the bowl he's been licking. A short burst, but a notable one from the dragon, sounding a bit silly as it reverberates from the bowl. His stomach flexes after as the belch snaps him from his happy licking, lapping his lips before he remembers you're there. "Excuse me!" He chuckles, knowing full well you pushed it out. "Making room for dessert?" He jokes, licking bits of rice off his lips. [[Reconvene with the dragon->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

"Just making sure!" He rumbles, wanting to confirm you're comfortable, licking his lips while giving you happy sniffs. With that, your destiny is sealed to pass through his lips and be swallowed down as part of his lunch. You watch his tongue lap out, jaws parting as the slobbery muscle digs into his food. The first bite scoops next to you, looking happily as the clumps of rice, chicken, and a stalk of broccoli get taken up into his lips. A loud squish, hum, and sounds of licking comes from his hovering jaws, drool seeping from the seams as he gives lazy chews. Then comes the breathy swallow, sending the food down his throat. You can see it travel until it disappears into his chest, taking the journey before you as you lay in his lunch. He gives a satisfied sigh, breathing into the bowl over you, pushing the hot scent of the dragon's lunch breath that's still sweet as honey. Then another scoop takes a bite on the other side of you, brushing your side with his tongue as it taps with a taste to your clothes but pulls back without you again. He chews, licks, and enjoys his meal, swallowing it mostly whole as his teeth aren't the best at gnashing his meal. It's not like it matters as the food slides down in heavy swallows, sending the chunky lunch to the dragon's happy belly. His snout hovers over you this time, drool dropping off his lips to splatter onto your body as you sink inside his soft rice lunch. Then he opens up, food still littered around his mouth and between his teeth as his tongue digs under your body, intending to take you in this time. Like a delicious mid-meal treat, he gently lifts you into his mouth, cupping behind your back, sliding your feet in first. You're suddenly surrounded by white flesh, feeling the heat of his food and mouth in one, being closed inside his happy jaws. The focus of his meal, his tongue presses against your back, slobbering over your body as he hums to your additional flavor. A complement to lunch, his favorite part, it seems, as he takes his sweet time. Rice is pushed under your clothes, chicken rolls to squish against your body, being rubbed against his upper palate. The rigid flesh is pushed against your belly and upper half while his tongue sponges along your back, knees touching his soft palate, and boots nestled at the back. [[Continue! ->Messy mouth of Destiny ]]

You wander over to his plated belly, already hearing his stomach get active as food is set in front of his snout. After you get there, he gives his lips a lick and swallows some viscous slobber. You press against his scales, giving the soft area a rub while hearing the bassy swallow echo, followed by the sputtering gurgle of saliva being churned inside, joined by more drooling from his throat. Then he takes his first mouthful with the scoop of his tongue, mostly hidden from your view by his legs in the way. You can still hear the juicy smacks of his lips while he licks his food around, watching him raise his head with a hum vibrating his gut. It doesn't look like he chews, pushing the food around inside his mouth until he gives a messy swallow, sending the bolus along. You listen to the squeeze rolling in his throat. Food making its way to his eager stomach you're pressed against. The scrunched flesh accepts the slimy sputter of rice and chicken, noisily flopping into the slobbery organ with a gurgle. You hear the food spread out after being released from his throat, messily coating his inner walls. He's already licking around the next bit, getting his stomach worked up while you give some rubs. His next swallow happens quicker, sending fresh globs of chicken, rice, and veggies into his gut, spurting noisily to join what's already there. You can hear the distinct chunks being worked out of his throat, listening to the sphincter stretch to allow unchewed food to enter his gurgling stomach. Beyond its initial entry, the identity becomes lost amid the rambunctious noises of his gut. Even hearing the larger globs push inside doesn't identify what it was specifically. It could have been a stalk of broccoli, a larger carrot, a big chunk of chicken, or even just compacted rice. Regardless, it's stewing in his stomach, being joined by more as he continues to eat, happily filling his gut with food. You can begin feeling the weight of his meal through his scales. An extra tension as you press against his belly, hearing food get cupped by churning flesh. It's gooier in tune, smooshing grains of rice around with everything else, being pushed as more squeezes into the slimy chamber. His stomach gurgles loudly with each bit sloughing in, bringing bits of air with each passing swallow, compressing bubbles wetly through sticky food. Rubbing his stomach lets you feel your impact on his lunch, especially after he's eaten enough to notice when you push. His stomach expands slowly to fit his meal, not wanting to give it much extra space. Your rubs cause bubbly gurgles to filter around, pressing enough you feel the vibration of gargles within. His belly is soft enough that you can press his gut inward, able to massage at the bustling organ as he eats, physically nudging his happy stomach as it works. [[Stay until he's done->Packing it away]]

You sit between the big gray horns. They jut out of his skull just next to you, cupped by scales at the very base. A lighter gray in color, looking smooth to the touch, only blemished by a few creases or divots in a natural display. Standing up, they are still larger, being thick compared to you. You can look over them as they curve back into smooth, rounded points. His ears follow the same curve, looking leathery in appearance, easy to move around to listen in. [[Rub his horns and ears->Horns and Ears (Of Destiny)]] [[Rub his head->Head Rubs]] [[Slide off his head and back onto the ground->Choice of Destiny]]

You put your right hand on his lower lip, left hand on an upper fang as you look at where you're going, easy enough within his bioluminescent, white mouth. The long and broad tongue fidgets, refraining from lapping you inside while you assess. You will fit inside, that much you know. You're about as long as his tongue while it sits stagnant in his mouth, peering at the space. It's like a slimy white mattress at your scale, one that leads straight to the dragon's rumbling throat. His breath exhales over you, fogging upon hitting your chest outside, slowing over your clothes in a warm gust. Then he pulls the air around you into his mouth, having a cool rush that flexes his gullet. With your hand collecting slobber on his lower lip and some dribbling down your arm from your hold to his tooth above, you decide to make your move. You remove your hand from his lower lip, replacing it with the bump of your knees pressing against the soft scales, ready to enter Destiny. Your head ducks under his blunt fangs, feeling the shift in humidity on your face, bringing your shoulders and upper half into his mouth with a lean. You put your hands down onto his tongue that's now beneath you, pressing the pliant flesh with your weight, getting viscous and sticky saliva between your digits. The soft texture fills your sense of touch, pressing between your fingers and in a sunken cup around your hands, slippery with being so thick that you feel like you may slip. As the thought brings it into existence, your hands slide off to the sides, planting your chest and head to his tongue with a little splat. Your fingers grab along the sides of his flesh, scooping up drool while you settle from the cushioned fall. The soft and slimy interior livens up a little, having muscles twitch to your sudden taste, sensing the jitters of the landscape. He rumbles more, too, blowing dense air down your back as you get a hold of yourself once more. Your belly rests on his lower teeth, waist on his lower lip, and knees have slipped to hover over the grass while your boots press the ground. Though you find this easier to look around, catching the sights from inside without his gullet being your only view. It's still the focal point of the back, taking your glances or full-on stare each time he breathes, pushing his uvula with honey-scented wind, flexing the flesh and muscles nicely. [[Continue!->Entering Destiny Path cont]]

Within the warm, white, and glowing maw of Destiny, you're free to look around, now seeing the inside of the dragon's mouth much more closely. A frame of teeth around his jaws, lips raised with his maw open, shining light from outside to be lost with his inner glow. Though the outside fades from your focal point, taking this opportunity to look closely at a dragon's tongue, feeling the squishy flesh cupping to your body, sinking into the lightly lapping muscle. His tongue idly shifts, a living mattress that tastes your clothes, salivating to get more draconic slobber on you. The thick fluid sticks you to his tongue almost, heavy and gooey to the touch. The spread of it in your fingers forms a web, and you see strands of it drooling from the roof, along his teeth, and some splat onto your back. It's warm, much more than the cool outside, feeling the heat difference from your boots to your head inside his mouth. Though his breath pushes out, wafting over your legs to halt any shivers from the sudden difference. The dragon's uvula sways over his gullet, shifting with each breath to follow the inhaling or exhaling winds. There's a gooey-sounding shift of muscles at the back, giving a squelch between his breathing when his throat unfolds. The sounds are abundant in his mouth, hearing flesh rub your clothes, spittle dripping over your body, and the bubbles in his saliva collecting against you at the center of the muscle. Each breath is a rush over you, loudly flowing from his mouth, sucking down his windpipe as his happy draconic rumble vibrates his maw. You can even hear the faint, distant gurgles from the dragon's stomach, hollow and inviting. [[Crawl out of his mouth->Exiting Destiny (Mouth)]] [[Crawl all the way into his mouth->Entering Destiny More]]

You had your fill of his mouth, pushing your hands to his slick flesh with a shimmy back. Your knees press his outer lip, smooshing the scales as you slowly drag back. His sticky slobber makes it hard, slipping with your boots outside to help pull you out. Though the twitch in his tongue is telling, he knows you're leaving. The muscle lifts, sloping in a way that lets you slide to the front of his jaws, raising his head with a breathy mlem that lets your body out. It leaves you in a puddle of slobber, and he gives you a happy, rumbling lick. "Did you want to do something else?" He settles back into his usual position, and his slobber magically cleans to leave you dry in the cool outside air. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

Destiny's warm mouth is inviting, feeling a cool sensation on your lower half that isn't inside. So you take the dragon's offer, pushing your boots into the ground to begin sliding yourself inside. Being so drenched in his slobber, your upper half easily slides along the central crease. His soft flesh accepts you, tongue dragging along your clothes, letting your waist flop over his dull lower teeth. Your head gets closer to his gullet, feeling the increase of warmth the more of you spreads over his tongue. You fully crawl into his mouth, boots resting against his inner teeth while your head is against the soft back of his maw. Now fully in the dragon's jaws, saliva soaking your clothes, getting the sticky, viscous fluid across your whole form. Your view is mostly his gullet with how far in you are, taking up the length of his tongue. You sink into the soft flesh, feeling the muscles twitch, undulate, and taste at your body. The raised buds are visible, especially at the back, where the bigger bumps swell. It's clear the dragon likes you there, rumbling happily with you fully inside. He also slacks his jaws, slowly closing them until his lips connect, teeth slotting together with gaps. His breaths travel up and out his snout now, but the heat of his mouth incubates while closed, warming you up a lot. The relaxed tongue lets you sink into it, accepting your weight and pooling slobber around your body. You can look around, able to bend to see yourself laying in the dragon's tongue, seeing flesh cup to you in a slimy scene. The roof of his mouth hovers closely above, almost resting against your back, connected with strands of saliva. There are his creased lips that hook in a smile, shut teeth that rest in gaps, and curved tongue cupping at the sides to form the long crease you're lying on. Then more in your face is his gullet, able to look down over his tongue to see his epiglottis shift with each breath, blow breath to jiggle his uvula above, then expand when he inhales. His throat, too, looking at the curling entrance to his esophagus, idly squeeze with anticipation, having bubbles squelch when fleshy muscles churn. [["You can lick me if you'd like!" ->Licks of Destiny (C)]] [["Can I touch your uvula? Feel the back of your mouth?"->Gullet of Destiny (C)]] [["This is as far as I wanted to go. I'd like to come out!"->Exiting Destiny (Deep Mouth C)]] [["I'd like you to swallow me!" ->Accepting Destiny (C)]]

His lips curl into a further smile, and then you feel the fleshy ground shift. The living landscape comes more alive as he's been relaxing so you could explore, but now with permission to lick, you see how much movement there is in his mouth. His squishy tongue lifts, tip lapping at your boots, middle being pinned to his rigid upper palate, and your upper half is smooshed against his smooth palate, having the happy muscle rub back and forth. He gives a happy hum, pulling at your clothes with a gooey suction, lapping at your flavor to further raise his taste buds. The soft flesh thickens with tension to his licks, feeling firmer as the muscles roll over, lazily enjoying your weight in his mouth. His tongue presses, pushes, laps, and rubs, squelching wetly with saliva being spit around. It bubbles up his slobber, pushing it through your clothes, rubbing it against your body to get you even more drenched in the viscous fluid. The heavy roll of undulating flesh cups you in his maw, pressing with a relaxing compress of muscles to your body. It lets you feel the texture better, lapping across your entirety. Slightly bumpy and smooth in feel, even with the raised buds. The swelling flavor receptors simply squish down along you, making a wet suction as they drag over. It tugs at your clothes, making you a mess in his mouth, being coated in thick layers of draconic saliva. Then he stops after a few moments, giving you time to relax once more after the movements of his licks, pooling you back at the center with drooling slobber dripping all around. His breathing is a little heavier, but not by much, simply rumbling happily in a sweet hum to have gotten to lick you over. He waits patiently for what you do next. [[Continue! ->Mouth Hub (C)]]

Your question makes him rumble more, and you feel his head nod up and down, not wanting to talk with his mouth full. It's clear you're free to feel around to your heart's content. Already at the back, you flip over to look up at the dangling orb over your head. The white flesh bobs, swaying back and forth, easy to reach with his mouth closed. You reach up, arms extending, giving the pliant flesh a poke to see what happens. It jiggles to the touch, swayed by the poke, but otherwise didn't appear to bother the dragon. The opposite seems to happen, hearing and feeling the rumbling in his chest to have you touch the glowing bulb in his mouth. With that in mind, you reach both hands up, cupping the heavy flesh in your palms. It squishes between your fingers, drooling slobber over your hands, drooling down your arms. You roll it left and right, feeling the smooth flesh shift in your grasp, heavy in feel. A squishy orb, easy to move around as the attached uvula bobbles between your hands. You feel his breathy exhales along the back of your neck while you lay there, going over your embrace to push through the holes behind the fleshy bulb. Your hands rub along the squishy flesh, watching the malleable tissue flood between your fingers, moving up along the drooping drop to touch the thinner region. Then up beyond, pushing into the soft flesh of his upper palate, causing the uvula to dip and stick to your head. It smooshes over as you rub the thick flesh above, exploring the depths of his maw with ease. Then it pulls back when you do, leaving your head with a gooey sound, breaking a strand of slobber to gently splat. You roll back over, looking at his tonsils, staring at his throat, watching his epiglottis shift between breaths. [[Continue feeling around the back! ->More Gullet of Destiny (C)]]

He gives you a happy lick, then lifts his head a bit. A downward tilt to his jaws gently slides you until your boots are firm against his inner front teeth. Then he opens his jaws, happily mleming you out of his mouth, depositing you onto the grassy ground in a big pool of slobber. The dragon's head comes back into view, happy gray eyes looking down over his snout to see you covered in his saliva, having the cooling drool clean from your body like magic to be dry again. "Anything else you'd like to do?" He looks at you excitedly if you'd like to explore him more. [[Continue! ->Choice of Destiny]]

A happy rumble vibrates his neck, hearing your request. He's clearly eager to oblige, already showing with tension in his tongue. Then he lifts his head, sinking you against his soft flesh with the upward motion, up until he begins to tilt back. You slide with gooey saliva, watching the landscape line up with his relaxing gullet, stopping his recent breath short. Your hands instinctively brace before the squishy white flesh accepts them into his esophagus, spreading the curled muscles before he even swallows. You sink to your arms before his flesh twitches, tongue pushing back, tonsils squeezing in with his uvula sticking to your back. Then the swallow gulps out with a heavy Glrk, engulfing your upper half inside his throat in a gooey suction. You're gripped by squeezing muscles, esophageal walls pulling you inside of his neck in a smooth and gentle embrace. A slick transition slides you from his tongue into his churning esophagus in a single gulp, taking you into the cushy tunnel. Your boots enter last with a slimy suction, sealing you into his throat and sending you to the dragon's happy stomach. He sighs with you sliding down, pressing you with the passing exhale on the other side, stretching his scales slightly with your transit. The smooth flesh rolls in thick muscular compressions, rubbing you on all sides in a tubular embrace. His throat stretches just enough to fit your girth, unfolding white flesh around your arms in front of you as saliva sputters by. Then you feel a tighter sensation, a slight slow to your descent, what must be his collar as you pass it by. The leather adds resistance, but his esophagus continues its work, taking you beyond the region of his neck in a shifting pressure you can track. From arms to your boots, slipping deeper into his body, funneling into his chest as you note the heavier presence of his happy heartbeat. You hear your destination within Destiny, a bubbly gurgle rolling in the empty organ, listening to saliva squeeze into his stomach before you feel his cardiac sphincter curl over your hands. [[Continue! ->Delving into Destiny (C)]]

You're lying in his mouth as he holds you there comfortably. His flesh idly jitters and undulates, showing the fleshy atmosphere of his closed mouth, waiting to see what you'd like to do next. [["You can lick me if you'd like!" ->Licks of Destiny (C)]] [["Can I touch your uvula? Feel the back of your mouth?"->Gullet of Destiny (C)]] [["This is as far as I wanted to go. I'd like to come out!"->Exiting Destiny (Deep Mouth C)]] [["I'd like you to swallow me!" ->Accepting Destiny (C)]]

You continue now with your belly down to his tongue, intrigued by the squishy back of his mouth. The shifting muscles of his gullet are intriguing; looking at the slimy back wall that slopes to his throat, watching his tonsils twitch, esophagus twist slowly with slobber gently draining, and rigid epiglottis pressing out of the way to let his breathing commence. Your hands reach out, catching his honey-scented breath while you touch his right tonsil. It flexes initially, jittering in a quiver of white flesh. Though it settles into a relaxed state, holding off an instinctual swallow while your hand rubs over the bumpy region. It's slick, slimy, and feels smooth despite the lumpy texture, compressing to your touch. You do the same with your left hand to his left tonsil, feeling them both react, flexing to droop his uvula onto the back of your head. His breaths slow while you poke around, being spaced out before the rushing gusts take their time to roll in and out. Though he clearly doesn't mind, having his tongue have a cupping tension that holds you to his upper palate. As well, you feel him be relaxed, flesh so easily pressed, malleable between your fingers as you push the pliant tonsils. The gooey slime along them is thick, lubricating to easily swallow things shaped like you, pooling along his throat below. You reach out and tap the very back, feeling the thin wall that slopes downward. It quivers with the tickle, pulling his tonsils inward to press your hands together. It causes a micro swallow to trigger, curling his throat, pressing his uvula down, and shoving your fingers into his gullet. His tongue pulls back in a gooey smack against the squishy flesh, squelching loudly when his swallow rolls out. Though he was prepared, smooshing you gently to the roof so you don't get sucked down with his saliva. Your hands feel the curl of his throat, having a gentle tug and your clothes, nearly taking the coat off your back. Though the inner curl plops your hands free in a gooey noise, watching the lively landscape settle back down. His breaths return with a bubbly pop of saliva being pushed off his epiglottis, blowing a little bubble from the film left behind to be cleared by his windpipe exhaling over your drooly hands. Everything is idle again, as idle as the living flesh can be, patiently waiting for what you do next. [[Continue! ->Mouth Hub (C)]]

The squishy sphincter swallows your hands, inserting your arms into his warm stomach, sliding you slowly as the yawning hole expands. You feel the folds of his belly squish, then see his stomach walls when your head pops through, looking at the glowing white muscles spread to let you in. A pool of slobber sits at the bottom, and you're sloughed into it as his throat squeezes you out into his empty belly. Your head dunks under the pool for a moment, pushed through the viscous juices into the cushion of his flesh, easily finding the surface as you turn over and ease into the dragon's gut. His stomach groans as your feet spill in, shutting the quivering sphincter behind you with bubbles of saliva squelching through. The thick flesh sinks with your weight, taking note of the newfound friend to hold. You feel his heart thump, breaths rattle, and as well when he gives a satisfied sigh, rumbling happily with you tucked inside his tum. Then there's a bending squish as he shifts, and then a smooth compression that presses the walls inward from the outside. The sound of his tongue dragging up his gut, lapping a few times to show his appreciation. He relaxes after licking his scales, letting you get used to your surroundings. You take in the atmosphere of the big dragon's stomach, inside the belly of Destiny. It's easy to breathe the warm and humid air, smell the scent of honey, relaxing in the lungs. White walls glow with wrinkled flesh, able to stretch much more than what you take up. The bean-shaped organ is slung like a hammock in his feral body, inflated slightly by gurgling air. Gooey with drooling slime, draping the thick juices over your clothes. It's warm to the touch as you're bathing in the pool, feeling the viscous and sticky aspects of the dragon's belly. The walls cup beneath your body, curling with idle churns, gently rolling thick muscles along the stomach walls from top to bottom. You watch the way you came with your back against the end of his gut, seeing it through the loose folds of his belly. He swallows your flavor more, drooling saliva down his throat, spreading his bubbling slobber into the slimy pool. There's also a deeper pit at the bottom of his stomach, watching some juices drain through his nestled pyloric sphincter. You don't take up too much, given you're a mouthful to the dragon, but enough you can tell your presence is felt. A sinking sag takes your weight, feeling the flesh get firm to hold you. The walls squish against your body, rolling muscles to cup along your clothes, churning slowly in wet groans. Bubbles sift under your clothes, rubbing up to spill out around your neck and into your boots. His stomach is noisy, churning air, and your body in slow motions, pushed around by his surrounding organs. A cacophony of slimy tunes, flesh rubbing flesh, muscles pressing together, and gastric gurgles vibrating around you. It complements the warm and slimy aspects of the dragon's belly, able to watch the sounds that are often hidden behind scales. The bubbling squelches between fleshy folds, empty growls of air squeezing through stomach juices, squirts from saliva being pushed across your body, and wrinkles rubbing against your clothes. [[Rub his stomach walls->Inner Belly Rubs (Of Destiny C)]] [[Squirm around->Squirming In Destiny (C)]] [[Relax and soak in the dragon's stomach->Relaxing in Destiny (C)]] [["I've seen enough of your belly! Can you let me out?"->Choices In Destiny (C)]]

While held in the dragon's active stomach, you decide to run the slimy walls. The thick flesh rolls between your digits, slushing viscous fluids around the unfolding wrinkles. His belly is loose and relaxed, letting you so spread the baggy rugae of his gut. It's soft, slick, and smooth, feeling the muscles work while you push around at the walls. You can specifically sense the tension that comes with peristaltic motions, having the flesh curl over your arms, cupping in a rolling suction. He rumbles a happy tune as you feel the inside of his stomach, appreciating your exploring touch. It makes him relax more, sagging the walls like a hammock. You continue to do so, watching the flesh drag to your rubs, pushing at the malleable surface of his gut. It comes with slimy sounds, squelching with slime filling your fingers, swallowing your hands in gooey folds. The wet noises gurgle out, disrupting bubbles trapped in wrinkles, flubbing out with breathy vibrations. You eventually slow your rubs as his stomach churns more, hugging around your body in comfy squeezes as though appreciating your actions. Slow and soothing, they run you back, cupping you snug inside of the dragon's sweet-scented gut. [[Continue!->Inner Belly Hub (Of Destiny C)]]

You're finally inside of a dragon's stomach! Inside the belly of Destiny, held within the friendly dragon's churning gut. You decide to squirm about, feeling the baggy organ holding your weight, having wiggle room inside the honey-scented chamber. His stomach wobbles when you move your legs, sway your waist, and shift your shoulders. A fleshy slush of slimy sound erupts within the dragon's gut. You slosh the gooey pool inside his stomach, spreading the thick juices around, forming sheets of drooling fluid across the squishy walls. The jostling action bounces and bobs behind your back, making long gurgles and sticky groans. He knows you're not panicking, giving a happy chuckle that adds to all the movement, licking at his stomach after in order to move you about some more. The chamber is contained chaos, rolling along cushioned walls with inert digestive juices and swallowed slobber. He noses at his belly, too, sloshing you left and right with his pushing snout, bumping you with an indent through the side wall. All the noises squish, squelch, and bubble. Your boots push into his flesh, arms sliding along, sides cupped at the bottom while his stomach continues its lazy churn. Destiny stops with a happy rumble, vibrating the fleshy chamber as air rolls out of his lungs, heart beating quicker with his excitement. You slow down, too, finding it a lot of work to make swift movements with the viscous juices weighing you down, same with shifting heavy flesh. His belly is bubbly now, swishing his saliva and idle slime, bringing a slimy suction with pushing plops as they line your clothes. [[Continue! ->Inner Belly Hub (Of Destiny C)]]

You lay back and relax. It's easy to do in such a warm, cushioned room. One that rubs you over, curling thick flesh in a cozy embrace. It's like a gooey hot tub, submerged aside from your bent knees and chest up in his slobbery gut. The walls don't force you to curl up, relaxing around you since your body isn't too large in comparison, as well as having humid air fill in the dome. You're settled in the organ the way you came in, laid across his feral stomach like a long bed, your head at the back with your boots near the sphincter that pushed you in. You're surrounded by white flesh, watching the living walls shift, curl, and slowly churn. A rolling wave of smooth muscles unfolding the wrinkles inside the dragon's stomach, pressing around your relaxing body. The kneading compression squishes over, rubbing your back, cupping your chest, and keeping your body tucked inside his. A difference between the active muscles that tighten, shift, and churn compared to the loose, awaiting flesh. The smooth push of organic motions squeezes gently, massaging in an autonomous wave. The dragon's stomach is full of sounds. His body, too, as you relax and listen to it all while lounging in the slimy, warm chamber. There's the soothing beat of his heart that thumps against his stomach, reverberating in a soft bump to nudge the organ lightly. Each breath the dragon takes comes with a rushing roar, inflating his lungs to rock his belly, deflating slowly while Destiny relaxes. It all combines together with the gurgles of bubbles fluttering around you, sputtering through the thick stomach juices. The noises are blunt yet smooth, organic with gooey tunes. The way it pushes bubbles around in your clothes, rubbing to squeeze each noise in a visual display of sounds. It's easy to relax inside Destiny's stomach. His soft flesh cups under your body like a squishy bed. The thick nature of his juices is like a heavy blanket drooling down your body, soaking in the viscous fluids. Surrounded by all the sounds, feeling all the sensations, actually inside a living, breathing dragon. Held safe inside, listening to the happy heart appreciating your presence inside him. You could take a nap if you wanted to, tucked snug by churning flesh, slung in an organic hammock that's a cozy bed. [[Take a nap->Napstiny]] [[Forgo the nap!->Inner Belly Hub (Of Destiny C)]]

He rumbles happily to hear you ask. "I sure can! You have three options. I can spit you up the way you came, teleport you out with magic, or you can take the long way out: take the full dragon tour." Your options are laid before you. There's his cardiac sphincter quivering with a swallow of saliva, where he'd cough you back up. The thought of being teleported from his stomach, swiftly taken from his gut. Then your eyes look deeper, seeing the way to his pylorus. A long trip through the dragon's intestinal tract. [["I'd like to go out the way I came in, please!"->Regurgitation (Of Destiny C)]] [["Teleportation is more my speed."->Quick way out (Of Destiny C)]] [["I'll take the full tour of your body!" ->Begining the Full Tour (Of Destiny C)]]

You're inside the dragon's happy stomach, held snug by the organic walls cupping your body. You're free to explore the dragon's stomach all you want, feeling his heartbeat, breaths cycle, and everything around you shift in idle stir. [[Rub his stomach walls->Inner Belly Rubs (Of Destiny C)]] [[Squirm around->Squirming In Destiny (C)]] [[Relax and soak in the dragon's stomach->Relaxing in Destiny (C)]] [["I've seen enough of your belly! Can you let me out?"->Choices In Destiny (C)]]

The warmth, scent, sights, sounds, and sensations all take hold. You can't help but relax in it all, laying in the cupped embrace of stomach walls. Your eyes close, still seeing the glow lightly against the darkness. It lets you focus on the sounds, closing off your vision to better feel the smooth flesh, soaking in the ambience of the dragon's stomach. The gentle beat of his heart passes the time, breaths rumbling in and out sway you, and the walls hold you snug. You find yourself drifting off, getting that dozy feeling until you fall into a smooth slumber. [[Continue! ->Wake up in the belly (Of Destiny)]]

You awaken with a little stir, dreaming that you got swallowed by a friendly dragon. A nice dream. Though there's a breathy gurgle that shakes, a wet sensation as your mind wakes up, catching a honey scent when you take your waking breath. It turns out you weren't dreaming as you open your eyes to a fleshy sight, actually inside the white stomach of Destiny. You instinctively stretch, pressing into the squishy walls, stretching the belly before it undulates to hold you snug once more. "Good morning! Well, not really. It's probably been thirty minutes or so!" The dragon's voice rattles, muffled from his throat, more heard by the rush of air leaving his lungs. He speaks to his gut, feeling his voice impact his outer scales to vibrate you inside. Nice and rested, the belly hasn't changed. Granted, the shifting organ always has a different look, arranging wrinkles and folds in an ever-shifting chamber. You're safe and sound, soaking in his sweet-smelling juices, massaged by churns as you slept. [[Continue!->Inner Belly Hub (Of Destiny C)]]

"Alrighty! I'll get you out now, then!" Your world shifts, and flesh cups as the dragon stands up. His stomach sags with the weight lifting from the ground, sloshing the juices around you. You feel him tilt, likely lowering his neck as muscles shift and the walls around you start to clench. A tight squeeze gently compresses your body, curling you up until you're turned all around, your head pressing against the way you came. He gives a tense heave, sucking your upper half into his throat, lurching his belly in the process. You watch the flesh shunt, flesh unfolding to take you along, his cardiac sphincter relaxing to let you through. With his neck bent down, you slide through, taking a downward slope. Your body slurps from his stomach in a cushioned squeeze, passing your boots out of his gut to begin working you out of his body in reverse. You slide by his collar after passing out of his chest and relax his muscles to make the transition smooth. Slime follows you out, lubricating your exit as he regurgitates your body. It's not long before you see the entrance to his throat slack, opening to spit slobber out, followed by your head and shoulders. You see his tongue again, looking down the curled flesh to see the grass beneath his open jaws, sliding over the back of his mouth. He gives a little cough when your boots spit out, slowly sliding you free from his mouth with a happy mlem. You're deposited back onto the grass in a puddle of clear fluids, feeling the chilly air once more as the dragon's head and open jaws loom above you. He closes his lips with a happy rumble and a lick that slurps around them, lapping up the strands of stomach juices and slobber that connect you to his scales. Then his eyes settle back on you. "Hello again! Anything else you wanna do?" He lays back down, and the gooey slime along your body magically cleans off, leaving you and the surrounding grass dry. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

"That works for me! You'll be out in a second!" You blink, and you miss it. You're suddenly surrounded by the cool outside air, hearing the sounds of birds, wind, and the outer blow of the dragon's rumbling breath. The jarring replacement of white color for the outside scenery floods your eyes, up until a big white tongue laps you against the ground. "Welcome back! Anything else you'd like to do?" He settles down and relaxes back to his idle position, looking happy as ever to see you again. The slimy juices on your body and in your clothes vanish like they were never there, leaving you dry before the dragon once more. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

"Sure thing! Just wiggle your way against the exit, and my intestines will take care of the rest. Feel free to ask me to teleport you out at any point too!" You feel him rumble happily, excited for you to take the big dragon tour. You take a look at the bend of his lower gut, flopping onto your belly to face the slimy slope. His stomach naturally leads to the pyloric sphincter, churning the ooze to settle on the hole to continuously drain his belly. It's one of the noises you've idly heard but lost amid the cacophony of sound. Now you localize the gooey suction as the sphincter lazily gulps, spitting up bubbles that whine through the viscous slime. It looks easy to stretch, though even at your size, you can tell his small intestines are tight, listening to the fleshy churns deeper inside the dragon's body. [["Actually, I'd rather go out the other way!"->Regurgitation (Of Destiny C)]] [["Teleportation might just be for me after all!"->Quick way out (Of Destiny C)]] [[Continue deeper into the dragon.->Delving Deeper into Destiny (C)]]

You reach under the viscous puddle that's left against the sphincter, feeling the smooth flesh that comes to a curling pinch. The hole curls in on itself, quivering in conjunction with the dragon's active peristalsis. Your fingers feel at the exit to his stomach, pressing around the pliant entry to his winding intestines, sensing what you assumed about the passage. You can stretch it open, able to prod your digits into the taut hole, feeling it slacken slightly after the passive flesh recognizes your existence. With your decision made and excitement fixated on exploring deep inside a dragon, you push down again the quivering sphincter, timing your prodding for when his stomach begins its peristaltic presence at the bottom of his gut. The lazy hole scrunches over your hands, sinking then into the slack sphincter, and his belly begins to add a compressing pressure that pushes your arms through. Being at the base of his stomach, as well as wiggling against the exit, seems to mark you for passage, feeling the sphincter relax, flesh part, and gut give a wet gurgling when the entrance to his intestines gulps open. You're sucked through. Mostly. The initial lurch squeezes over your head, expanding for your shoulders before lazily clamping on your waist. His small intestines are, in fact, small in diameter; even for his size, it's a snug fit for you. The walls compress, whining wetly at the new addition of slobber and your upper half, churning you in place as your lower half is still in his stomach. His pyloric sphincter doesn't seem to care, idly pressing around your waist, curling slowly as his belly groans, glorping with air as peristalsis restarts at the dome. It gives you time to look into his tubular intestines. The initial region is smooth and sloped, leading to the scrunched flesh lined with little villi. You can see the webs of slobber being squeezed and squished, hearing the rolling squeeze of muscles squirting the thick fluid along. Though you can't see very far before the white walls curve off or are too clamped, lined with viscous slime that pools along the bottom. While you're looking, his stomach is still working, curling around your boots with a gentle shove, and at the same time, his pyloric sphincter slackens, intending to push you along. You wiggle a bit, helping his body out with the bobbing slush of soft flesh jiggling to your movements, shimmying yourself to the muscular squeeze swallowing your waist. Your clothes wetly drag through, bubbles being wrung from the fabric out over your boots before you're fully transferred into his noisy small intestines. [[Continue! ->Deeper and Deeper (Into Destiny C)]]

Now fully inside the dragon's intestines, you slide the initial sloped potion with a slimy squelch, taken to the scrunched flesh. Your hands press into the churning muscles, feeling the more velvety texture of his curling intestinal lining. A slimy sensation, beings sucked into the tight compression, squishing your arms together as the thick white flesh accepts your body. It seems used to dealing with larger lumps like you, accustomed to solids in a place designed for more liquid contents. Engulfed in a fleshy squeeze, the squishy tunnel rolls thick muscles that form a ring around your body. It smothers in a slimy compression, massaging down your length from boots to arms ahead of you. It doesn't give much wiggle room between the tight churns, filling any gaps with a sheet of sticky slime that whines as it's squeezed. It floods your clothes, rubbing bubbles against your body to spit them out near your head and out of your sleeves. That sweet honey scent still fills the air around you, continuing with the new sticky digestive fluids drooling from the wriggly walls. You can feel the villi lining the wall smoosh against your clothes, rubbing loosely in a lazy squish. While small, you do see them all along the tubular flesh, able to watch the little nubs shift with moving muscle. The velvety texture almost tickles when the thick peristaltic churns roll through, compressing tight to your body as you're pushed slowly along. A scrunch of flesh, sometimes squeezing you in place with a sloshing, purposeful mechanism to his muscles, carrying out an autonomous process that's harmless to you. Then it presses in a gurgly whine, helping slide you through the squishy bends, flattening portions out as your weight sags the malleable flesh. [[Rub the intestinal flesh->Rubbing the villi of Destiny (C)]] [[Wiggle around ->Small intestinal wiggle (C)]] [["I think I'd like to teleport out!"->Quick way out (Of Destiny C Deep)]] [[Relax and enjoy the lengthy ride through his small intestines.->Intestinal Transit (C)]]

You slush your hands left and right, rubbing over the various lumps and wiggling villi. The slimy squish of white flesh fills the gaps between your digits, pressing the thick slime through your fingers. It feels like the walls lick against your palms, sifting the villi in a cushy squish while you press around. Your surroundings vibrate as the dragon rumbles happily, feeling you rub his intestinal lining, jostling the loose coils of his digestive tract. The tension you feel in the walls relaxes when you press, sinking your hands into the squishy flesh until the muscles roll through. The muscular squeeze works its way up your body, compressing your arms together, only able to wiggle your fingers to the pressing walls. Then it passes so you can push back at the loosening muscles, feeling the tension leave once more in an endless cycle. You feel the drooling slime web around when the tunnel opens slightly, flowing over your hands to pool along the floor once more. [[Continue!->Intestinal Hub (Of Destiny C)]]

You decide to give a happy wiggle. Embraced snug in churning flesh, you shift around, making the spot you're in sway a little. A noisy squelching spits with slobbery bubbles slipping around your body, making slimy sounds. Your weight rocks the squeezing tube, jostling around to bump the surrounding maze of his intestines. Gooey, sticky fluids slosh, wet groans, and localized whines bubble while you move. You can wiggle even when the flesh tightens, holding you firm in rhythmic peristalsis, continuing its work regardless of your squirms, and working you over in a smooth compression. Your jostles get a chuckle out of the dragon, feeling his gut bob as your movements tickle deep inside his intestinal tracks. Then you feel his body shift, and the walls push inward at your location. You wiggle around while his tongue drags up his lower belly in a muffled slurp, lifting his scales to bounce you back into place. A happy rumble follows, and he relaxes with your squirms, knowing you're having a nice time traveling within his winding intestines. [[Continue!->Intestinal Hub (Of Destiny C)]]

"Alrighty! You'll be out in a second!" You blink, and you miss it. You're suddenly surrounded by the cool outside air, hearing the sounds of birds, wind, and the outer blow of the dragon's rumbling breath. The jarring replacement of white color for the outside scenery floods your eyes, up until a big white tongue laps you against the ground. "Welcome back! Anything else you'd like to do?" He settles down and relaxes back to his idle position, looking happy as ever to see you again. The slimy juices on your body and in your clothes vanish like they were never there, leaving you dry before the dragon once more. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

It's a long trip. After your initial exploration and feeling around, it just makes you want to relax this deep inside the dragon. The constant curl and kneading of compressing muscles are soothing, working you over again and again. From boots to head. His flesh cups your legs, rolling a ring of thick muscles in a lazy wave, sucking over your clothes with a wet whine. It massages with pressing villi, smooshing around your waist before the flesh around your feet begins to slacken, taking seconds just to do so. Then it continues to swallow your belly and back, spreading gooey slime across your body. You feel the fluid flow over your head as it's pushed, as well as the curling flesh crinkling to consume your upper half. It shapes to your relaxed body, folding your shoulders inward, swallowing slowly to the pits of your arms. It kneads over, releasing your limp lower half as it moves over the upper half, squishing to your arms, neck, head, and then hands before continuing its muscular path inside his body. It happens again and again, shifting and squishing in different waves of compressing flesh. You feel yourself being slowly pushed along, bending around the intestinal curves inside the one-way maze. The sensations are relaxing, constantly feeling the warm press of muscles on your body, slurping with slime and gooey tunes as you travel. Your limp state slides you easily along, taking you through the honey-scented tunnel. The feeling of villi scrunching up your clothes, flesh kneading, guts bubbling with cozy noises. His heartbeat is more distant, same with the rush of his lungs, and the gurgling in his stomach groans its hollow tunes, mostly filling your hearing with your current location inside his body. [[Take a nap as you progress->Intestinal Nap!]]

You're inside the dragon's small intestines, feeling the thick, rolling flesh squeeze and usher you through his body. Hot, humid, and slimy, you're free to do what you can while being pushed along, listening the bustling ambience within Destiny gurgle. [[Rub the intestinal flesh->Rubbing the villi of Destiny (C)]] [[Wiggle around ->Small intestinal wiggle (C)]] [["I think I'd like to teleport out!"->Quick way out (Of Destiny C Deep)]] [[Relax and enjoy the lengthy ride through his small intestines.->Intestinal Transit (C)]]

You close your eyes, soaking in the ambience of Destiny's small intestine. The firm compresses, gooey suction of moving flesh, surrounded by a comfy heat. It's easy to find some sleep, knowing this tour takes a while, pressed inches at a time over minutes with his slow muscles. You can only wait as his body works you along, held snug inside the dragon's guts. It'll be some time before you reach his bowels, so you relax, sink, and enjoy a little nap as you're taken along the squishy sleeping bag. [[Continue!->Into the bowels (Of Destiny C)]]

You awaken, feeling the blanket of your mattress being wrapped around, wet and squishy, as gastric groans vibrate the pliant walls. Your eyes open to see the intestinal flesh curl to a pinched sphincter, looking smoother in the portion you've awoken to. It can only be the entrance to his colon, you deduce in a waking state, unaware of the passage of time to get this far. Though you feel well rested, stretched out by undulating muscles, squeezed through the dragon's body. You hear him snoozing, flesh being relaxed, his heart beating slowly with his breathing too. Though that doesn't change his ever-active digestive system from doing its work, kneading your arms into the loose sphincter ahead, having the white tunnel swallow your hands up. His small intestines seem eager to push you through, and his colon happily accepts your weight, being a much easier transfer than your interaction with his pyloric sphincter. A smooth squelch, ushering squeeze, and rolling curl press you through with ease. The tunnel opens up to a wider area, seeing the ribbed flesh of the dragon's bowels unfold to hold your weight. You slide inside with an autonomous swallow, becoming cupped by the new texture of flesh. No longer velvety with wriggling villi, instead, rather thin in feel, slick, and cushy. Still soft, but not as tight, sinking into the malleable white flesh. The muscles lazily roll along at the introduction of your weight, giving the dormant tunnel a job to do. A gentle squish, churning undulation, cupping your body in a pushing motion. It rubs a new viscous fluid over your clothes, feeling the sticky sensation of intestinal mucus lubricating you up for the journey ahead. The scent of honey still sits in the air, having bubbles and long groans follow your transit. [[Continue!->Into the bowels (Of Destiny C)]]

With the sudden yet slow awakening, you also feel the flesh get smoother, followed by a slippery slide that takes you along. You spill into the dragon's cushy rectum, landing at the end of his digestive system. A wrinkly pouch inside his body, warm, soft, and slimy. You bobble a little after your sliding entrance, curling up a little after being stretched out for hours. Then there's a sudden couple of clenches in the cushioned muscles, cupping around you in squishy hugs. "There you are!" You hear the dragon's voice through his scales and hear the breath leave his distant lungs to form them. He gives a chuckle that bobs his rectum a bit, wobbling the soft chamber as it holds loose flesh to your body. "Looks like you've reached the end of your journey! I feel you just got there, so take your time! Unless you've had enough. You can wiggle your way out, I can let you out, or teleport you out! Just give me a heads up whenever you want to leave." He rumbles out, happy to have given you a tour of his body. [["A little longer!"->Staying in the hammock (Of Destiny C)]] [["I'll leave myself!"->Wiggling out of Destiny (C)]] [["Can you let me out?"->Evicted by Destiny (C)]] [["I'd be more comfortable being teleported!" ->Teleported out of Destiny (C)]]

You just arrived inside his rectum, wanting to look at the padded room a little before leaving. He acknowledges your choice with a rumble, happy to keep you a little longer. So you look around, looking at the curled-up flesh, folds, and wrinkles. Slimy anal juices stick around, drooling to pool at the bottom of the chamber, though not all that much in excess. There's the way you came through, showing a small hole that's loose, still open with some mucus sloughing out. Clearly, it stretched wide and did to let you through. Then there's his anus at the other side, and you're huddled up between the two holes, watching the pinched white flesh of the exit quivering. The flesh is pouchy and loose. It sinks with your weight, seeming to cup to you in a smooth hold. There's no undulating, churning, or pushing aside from if he moves or muscles reacting to the movements from you. It's squishy, lounging in a hammock of white flesh that's rather relaxing after being squeezed through his intestines, able to stretch and wobble the dormant sack. He doesn't mind you pushing around, relaxing as you take your time. It's warm like the rest of his body, wet, noisy, and smells like honey. Gooey squelches whine if you shift, moving bubbles around in slimy wrinkles, and the occasional pinch of the exit follows. You can tell he feels this place more than the rest of his digestive tract, sensing the jitter in the flesh when you do anything. Your hands run along the folds, opening wrinkles as you explore, feeling the smooth and cushy areas. Soft and able to stretch, a holding chamber that's holding you, relaxed to gently press the dormant muscles against you. It's like it sticks rather than pushes, simply resting on your body, having a cushion before feeling anything firm. [["I'll leave myself!"->Wiggling out of Destiny (C)]] [["Can you let me out?"->Evicted by Destiny (C)]] [["I'd be more comfortable being teleported!" ->Teleported out of Destiny (C)]]

You look at the way out, thinking of doing the job yourself. Crawling out of a dragon sounds fitting since you crawled in. The exit is pinched shut, yet relaxed from what you can tell, even slacker after you announce your plan to his flesh. It's not the first sphincter you've squeezed through, knowing you'll be able to slide your hands out. So you do just that, taking your left and right hands to form a prying grip on each side of his inner anus. It pinches at the touch, squishing your fingers together before the initial poke still surprises the dragon. He relaxes again, letting you work, going still so that you can wiggle your way out of his body. You slide your hands out, breaching the backside of the dragon to feel the cool air on your fingertips, having a little gust waft in to pull out the air around you. It lets you press your arms out, stretching the sphincter with your head poking free from the dragon. His anus gives a little pinch around your chest, curling almost to take you back in as it relaxes. Though that's not the dragon's intent, seeing his body curled and his head watching you work, staring, happy to see you again. Your legs slush a little without any footing, but your arms press against his outer scales to compensate, seeing the outside world at an angle as he's laid on his side. You look down to see his inner left leg surrounded by grass, not blinded by afternoon light, given his glow kept you adjusted. If anything, it's all the colors that disorient you, but that doesn't distract from your objective. You slowly slide yourself out of his relaxed anus, feeling flesh curling in a firm hold that drags your clothes. Gravity takes hold of your upper half after your arms are fully extended, making it out to your waist before you end up bending down. Then you slide the whole way out with the tuck of your legs, sloughing down his scales to settle on his inner leg with a trail of anal slime in your wake. He rumbles happily, bending forward to deliver a lick, lapping you off his scales and into the grass. The dragon adjusts after, looking you over as slime magically cleans from your body. "And that's the full tour! Anything else you may want to do?" [[Continue! ->Choice of Destiny]]

You look at his inner anus and don't feel too comfortable poking around at the ring. It feels better for you to have the dragon do it himself. "I sure can! Just relax, and I'll do the work." His body shifts slightly to angle you against his anus, head pressing to the squishy sphincter. A compression of flesh cups you on all sides, giving a firm and growing push. The loose chamber tightens, back presses beneath your boots to make you level with the exit, spreading the slackening hole to begin evicting you from his body. Your head pops through, seeing the light of the outside world, feeling the cool breeze on your face, yet you aren't blinded by the light. Lush colors greet your eyes, looking down to see the dragon's thigh surrounded by green. He pushes more, sliding your shoulders out of his anus, sliding your chest, belly, and finally, legs falling free from his rear. It's a slimy sound of flesh rolling over your clothes, joined by noises of the outside world so foreign after being inside the dragon. Then you slough down his scales to settle on his inner leg with a trail of anal slime in your wake. He rumbles happily, bending forward to deliver a lick, lapping you off his scales and into the grass. The dragon adjusts after, looking you over as slime magically cleans from your body. "And that's the full tour! Anything else you may want to do?" [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

"Fine by me!" You blink, and you miss it. You're suddenly surrounded by the cool outside air, hearing the sounds of birds, wind, and the outer blow of the dragon's rumbling breath. The jarring replacement of white color for the outside scenery floods your eyes, up until a big white tongue laps you against the ground. "Welcome back from your draconic tour! Anything else you'd like to do?" He settles down and relaxes back to his idle position, looking happy as ever to see you again. The slimy juices on your body and in your clothes vanish like they were never there, leaving you dry before the dragon once more. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

He wastes little time shoveling some of his meal into his mouth, eager to gulp it down for you and himself. You listen as he hardly chews, hearing the muffled noises while pinned between his collar and neck. Though you hear and feel his savoring hum, shortly followed by a thick swallow. The noisy squelch of food squeezes down his esophagus, getting close as the separated sauce, saliva, and more liquid content bubbles by first, followed by the gooey lump expanding his throat. You feel his bolus bulge slightly, rolling through with tightening muscles, actively shoving his food to his eager stomach. You're pressed up against it, hearing the squelchy press of kneading flesh, the fumbling of clumped rice, chicken, and veggies taken to his gurgling gut. You listen to it pass, sloughing along with a goopy sputter, audibly slurping into his chest, depositing into his hungry stomach with a sloppy tune. Already, he licked up more, lapping the food around his mouth without giving many chews, simply tasting his meal before swallowing it along. Again, it bulges by wetly squeezing through the curling muscular tunnel. You're pressed with your back to his collar, belly to his neck. The food sloughs by, having a bubbly whine inside his throat as air is swallowed too in his hasty pace. It sputters into his gut moments later, waking the organ up as the additional weight gurgles in his stomach. Like a constant motion, he funnels food down, swallowing lumps of chicken, and multiple globs of gooey rice, slurping the veggies down in consolidated clumps. Though you can't tell what it is on the other side, only feeling the bulge of his meal sliding by, expanding the scale with your body, giving some extra pressure to his swallowed food. Nondescript lumps, just a rolling bulge to his plates, unable to feel the details of his bolus. The only difference is the slobbery noise and just how big of a mouthful he's swallowed down. How breathy they are, too, gulping more air if he breathes while he eats, adding the roar of his windpipe expanding before the bubbles flutter down his throat with his meal. It's not too long before he finishes up, only able to tell because he slows down, eventually giving empty swallows with a rumble. It clears his throat, listening to sticky rice being pressed along with saliva, hearing the gooey sound of stuck food that will eventually slide naturally to his gut. He rumbles happily with the lick of his lips, stomach gurgling with full groans that echo up his messy throat. "All done! Time to let you out.* His voice comes after you feel the breath from his lungs rush to form his words, jostling his neck. [["Do you think you can burp first?"->Collar Belch]] [[Continue!->Plucked free]]

"Hmmmm…" His neck vibrates, and so does his gut. He doesn't need to give confirmation as his stomach churns with the swallowed air, noisily groaning inside his full belly. Then you hear a jostling rush that's much more sudden than his breaths, exhaling the noisy stomach air in a gooey suction from his gut. It vibrates by, flooding his throat with the passing wind, pushing you against his collar more in the short, loud burp. You can hear a sputter and splats of food spitting up, claimed with a following swallow that sends the stick scraps in his esophagus down. He gives a sigh after, blowing the taste of his lunch from his mouth. "Better! Now to pluck you outta there." [["Sounds good to me!"->Plucked free]]

His claw pokes into your vision, relieving pressure to let you wiggle out. It's not hard to do, pulling yourself free from the warm leather and thick scales to slide back onto the cool grass outside. You see him loom above you, greasy lips, some drool lick around his scales, and an empty bowl that's been lapped clean of any scraps. Content with his meal, he lays there with his gut laid to his side, not distended, but given room to breathe and relax after eating a nice lunch. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

He gently chews as you take up the entirety of his tongue, spreading mushy lunch with thick draconic saliva. Already, you feel the food soften with the enzymes in his slobber, getting it slick and lubricated to send it down his throat. That includes you, having been in his mouth longer than his previous bites, knowing you're destined to be swallowed by Destiny at any moment. All wet with slobber, soaked in chewed food, feeling the mushy rice, pepper skin, and broccoli bits all along your body. He pools it all on top of you, shifting his tongue with the mess clumped up, tilting his head as your boots poke the back of his throat. A gooey suction comes with his head tilted back, lining you up with his gullet when he gives his happy swallow. Your legs are squeezed together, boots pulled into his throat while his tonsils squish, sliding you seamlessly into his esophagus. A larger mouthful pulled down with all his food, traveling feet first into his throat. You watch the image of his mouth vanish, sliding over his messy tongue with his uvula smooshed against you, looking over the view in the microseconds you have before sucking down his gullet. The scrunched tongue blocks most of it off when you slide over it, pressing back with another swallow, pushing the uvula down onto your head as the muscles squeeze you fully into the dragon. His flesh pinches, sealing you in his throat, watching the way you entered close off as you're taken down. Slobber follows, and food squeezes around you, bulging out the scales of his neck as you travel. Swallowed feet first, you can only watch the tube shrink above you, food pressing aside with your boots leading the way. You feel his collar expand as you pass, stretching more with your bulky upper girth being squeezed along, feeling your transition into his chest when the tunnel bends. Your feet then press against the entrance, and you hear him already chewing his next bite above, though you focus more on the breathy gurgle in his gut. The food-slathered sphincter feeds you into his stomach with the mouthful of lunch, pressing your boots into his swallowed meal, squishing your legs through the slimy environment. You feel the bubbling groans and frothy food press up your legs as you're pushed inside, ushered in by muscles visibly smooshing over your upper half. Then you fully slide inside, spilling into the mushy mess of his meal in progress. [[Continue!->Taken with the food (Of Destiny)]]

Soaking in food, analyzing your surroundings within the active stomach, watching the glowing white walls wobble at your entry. It stretches with lunch, cupping you over to hold you like food, getting a sense of your weight as the dragon eats. Though you're perfectly safe, not food, but a guest inside, even if his autonomous process hasn't recognized that just yet while it's focused on drooling acids on the influx of lunch. He swallows as you try to settle in, curling a little within the stretchy chamber, feeling his food slough towards the bottom. In little time, the slimy bolus sputters into his gut, rolling down your body to spread the chunks with the rest. Crushed peppers from his teeth, strings of crushed chicken, smooshed broccoli, and mushy rice all crinkle and bubble with slobber, joined by more each time he swallows. His pace increases as it seems his favorite part is over, already housing you inside his gut, now just happy to fill his stomach up for you. You watch each bit spit in, looking at the bubbling sphincter hiss with swallowed air, blowing slimy raspberries as food squeezes in. Loud groans, viscous gurgles, and plaps of lunch combined with more lunch, settling its weight around your body. The walls slowly stretch to fit all he eats, giving you more room between the walls, though his food takes up that extra space too. Cupped in his meal, rather than the walls, you lean back in the sticky mess to lay against the flesh, feeling it squish against your back with muscular jitters. He eventually finishes his meal, sighing happily as the last swallow sloughs in, sloshing the thick mess as he didn't take anything to drink. Soaked in slobber, dripping stomach acids, drooling slime acts as the liquid of his meal, soaking into the food and squeezing out the sauce and grease. A suction of a belch scrunches his stomach up, vibrating out of his mouth as he licks the bowl clean, pressing his meal tight inside his gut, rumbling happily as the gastric exhale punctuates his meal, enjoying your additional weight among his settling food. [[Continue!->Inner Belly Hub (Of Destiny M)]]

He's lying down in front of you with his head placed on the ground. His food bowl empty, belly now full and noisy. You look over his large body, seeing the small gray scales littering his snout and back, as well the bigger white plates running down the underside of his neck, belly, and to the tip of his tail. His paws gently knead the ground while he awaits to hear where you'll want to go. He's staring eagerly with happy gray eyes that go a little cross-looking at you over his snout, giving idle sniffs in your direction. [["Will it be safe?"->Always Safe <3 (M)]] [["Can I take a look around your snout?"->Snout of Destiny (M)]] [["Do you mind if I look in your mouth?"->Mouth of Destiny (M)]] [["Can I listen to your belly?"->Listening to the Belly of Destiny (M)]] [[Boop his snout.->Booping Destiny (M)]]

"Absolutely! And you can touch it too if you'd like. Feel free to poke, lift, climb, and look!" He moves his head closer, dragging his chin along the grass, setting his snout right before you. [[Continue!->Snout Hub (M)]]

"I'm happy to give you a good view! Feel free to ask for a deeper look too. Hope you don't mind a mess! I just ate, after all." His snout gets closer, setting down a foot away, starting to crack the seams of his lips to open his jaws up for you. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub (M)]]

You stand before his big blocky snout. He simply stares happily, waiting patiently at what you may wish to do. [[Walk around his snout and look->Snout route (M)]] [[Investigate his lips->Lip Land (M)]] [[Climb up onto his snout->Snout Perch (M)]] [[Decide on something else->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

You start to walk around, taking a gander at his blocky head. His scales are relatively small, dark gray until you look at his white stripe. The only interruption to the white is the inward crease of his lips coming together, as well as the slight scrunch at times when he sniffs at the air. You watch his nostrils flare when you're at the front, feeling the warm gusts waft you and a little tug as he drinks your scent in too. Though the scent of lunch is still in the air, as well as seeing the grease along his scales, a bit of drool lining the crease of his lips as he sniffs. His head is blocky in appearance, having a little curve to his snout along the sides. A gentle face, seeing his slightly glowing gray eyes following your every move. His lips come to a happy smile toward the back of his jaw, enjoying you looking him over. It's joined by the flick of his slanted ears, perking to ride up along his slanted horns. His ears are gray, though white along the inside that you can see, more leathery in appearance like his wings. Two big horns jut from the back of his blocky skull, white as well with a smooth look, coming to rounded points. [[Continue down his neck->Neck of Destiny (M)]] [[Go back in front of his snout->Snout Hub (M)]]

You walk up to his snout, looking at the thick crease of his closed lips. They clasp together lazily, settled with scaled weight in a relaxed state. Though they are slightly tense or tight because his muscles work them into a smile that shows at the back. Lined with some grease from his meal, having the scent of freshly eaten food outside of his mouth, glistening along the dark gray with sunlight shining down. You look at his soft scales, how they are smallest along his lips to let them shift and move easily, growing slightly larger going up his snout. They look smooth, soft, and it lures your hands to touch. Planting your palms on his lips gets him to give a happy rumble, feeling the remnants of his licks and messy eating on your hands. The flexible scales are as soft as you thought. Pressing into them pushes his lips with ease, feeling the slight stretchy nature of the emotive region. You can smoosh them in circular motions, feeling saliva being smeared around on the other side, massaging the inner lip against his gums and teeth while you push. He's happy to let you do whatever, not giving any resistance to his lips, enjoying the adventurous rub as you explore. There's a crinkly and slimy sound as you rub against his lips, pushing along his upper and lower while you look at his scales shift. While they are heavy, you can lift them up a bit, able to see the white glowing gums and messy teeth of the dragon. In doing so, a bit of cloudy drool seeps out onto your hands, wetting his scales as he slobbers onto the grass. As well it opens a pathway for his breath to blow out, splitting some air from going out of his nostrils to waft from the gap you cause. The scent of lunch flows out with a slight whistle between his teeth, wafting warmth to brush your chest until the seam seals back up. You continue your poking along his snout, taking a look at his white band of scales, pressing around and rubbing the stripe. It's the same as the gray in texture and feel, only different in color. Though he seems to enjoy that spot being pushed, scrunching the back in a cozy smile that you feel tightening his lips. The slobbery tune of rubbing adds a crinkle to the scrunching scales, getting more saliva to wet the area you press, drooling to the bottom of his jaw and onto the grass. When you've had your fill, you back up and return in front of his snout. After all the rubs, you watch as his tongue slides free from his lips, curling to lick the side of his snout you explored. He laps up slobber from the top and bottom before the glowing appendage slurps back into his mouth like it never left. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

You decide you want to climb on top of his silly snout. It appears cozy, and his eyes seem to love looking at you. So you step up, analyzing how you're going to do it. Your height stands you just tall enough to look over his nose on your tippy toes, getting his eyes to stare at you so close to his sniffy nostrils. His smooth scales might make things difficult, especially after he ate, but the length of his snout is relatively flat for when you do. An idea comes to mind, hugging the front of his snout at first, hoisting your arms over his nostrils to try and press your palms to the top. Then your left foot comes and plants against his lower lip, sagging the loose, greasy scales while using it as a step. There's a chuckle that blows some wind over your boot, and his gray eyes continue to watch with your head and shoulders making their way onto the top of his snout. With your right foot, you step up too, lowering his lip enough to put your left on his lower teeth, giving a hop to flop your belly up. His tongue comes and licks your boots, pressing them out of his mouth and hooks to push you up, lapping you fully onto his snout. [["Uh... Hello!"->Stare. (M)]]

You step closer to his rumbling neck, feeling the dense vibration in the air before your hands even press to his scales. Once you do make contact, your palms jitter with his rattling breaths, feeling his expanding scales tense and relax. There's also his thick pulse thumping gently, giving a little skip when you first press. The vibrating rumble gets more pronounced when you rub your hands against his neck, clearly loving your attention. Each breath expands his scales slightly, rattling in and out. A different tune follows depending on inhales or exhales; the former is more mute while the latter is louder. You can feel the happiness behind each one while you rub, watching his ears flick, paws knead, and neck slowly tilt so you're massaging the broader plates. It's warm to the touch, vibrating your hands with the breathy rush pulling air from his lungs, joined by the rise and fall of his chest. His collar expands with each breath, seeming snug but elastic, cupped to his soft scales. [["What's with the collar?"->Collar Lore (M)]] [["Can you swallow?"->Neck Swallow (M)]] [[Rub your way to his collar to get a better look->Neck to Collar (M)]] [[Head back to his head->Snout Hub (M)]]

"Oh! It's magic and very convenient for storing all my things! It keeps what I need close. And I think it makes me look more approachable! Maybe? Not like I have too many options with these wings!" He splays his wings out, showing them go from his shoulders to his tail tip. It would be hard to have many other options other than a satchel around his neck or bags strapped to his legs instead. [["Can you swallow?"->Neck Swallow (M)]] [[Rub your way to his collar to get a better look->Neck to Collar (M)]] [[Head back to his head->Snout Hub (M)]]

Without needing words, you feel the tension in his scales. A licking in his mouth precedes a slobbery tug of muscles, belting out a gooey glurk funneling into his throat. You hear the fleshy squeeze, watching his plates bulge only slightly with swallowed saliva flowing down, passing your position as your palms push into the rolling muscles. It's noisy as it presses by, hearing fluidic squirts shifting along, squeezing slobber beyond his collar into his chest, spilling the thick drool into his rumbling gut. As well, you hear some gooey scraps of lunch get dislodged, making a thicker sound as it travels down his neck to join the rest of his gurgling meal. It ends as if nothing happened, simply clearing his mouth, resuming his happy breaths to share a swallow with you. [["What's with the collar?"->Collar Lore (M)]] [[Rub your way to his collar to get a better look->Neck to Collar (M)]] [[Head back to his head->Snout Hub (M)]]

You look at the open pouch and put your palms beneath it, taking a grip on the side of his collar. It's a reachable height, stepping up into the buckle before hoisting yourself up to the flap. With little effort, you start to crawl inside, seeing a little white, objectless light illuminating the comfy pocket. You nestle inside, bulging out the stretchy leather to fit, feeling the cozy compression of the interior walls against your body. Inside, you feel his rattling breaths vibrate his collar. It's warm even with the flap remaining unclasped, giving you the option to leave whenever you want. He rumbles happily with a friend occupying his friend pocket, and you sense it in his pulse that gently thumps through the leather. It's cozy within. You feel like it's the perfect place to take a nap, getting to hear the dragon's ambience while pressed to his neck. Especially when he idly swallows, shifting his scales on the other side of the leather, pressing his throat as it expands by. It flows like a wave that rolls along, going back to normal. [[Take a nap->Collar Nap (M)]] [[Crawl back out to explore more of him->Collar Crawl (M)]]

You give a yawn in the cozy pocket, basking in the warmth and ambient sensations. It's too easy to close your eyes for a little while, drifting into a peaceful slumber. [[Continue!->End of nap (M)]]

Crawl back out to explore more of him. (done) You find it easy to nestle your way out after having your fill, wiggling a little to poke your head free. From there, you crawl and hold the leathery flap, hoisting yourself out the way you came. You're greeted by the cool outside air, but the proximity to the dragon's neck warms it up slightly, nipping the slight chill so it's not intrusive. From there, you figure it's time to head back to his snout once more. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

You wake up in front of his snout, his happy eyes looking down while he gives you some sniffs, smiling big with you looking nice and rested. You feel like you've had a wonderful nap, and looking at his collar shows the pocket latching back up. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

"Hello, little friend!" You feel the vibration of his voice beneath you, as well as the faint compression of his tongue pressing his upper palate to form the syllables. There's a slight sound accompanying it, too, aside from his voice, as well the following gust through his nose. He's excited to have you there, taking a look at you as you look at him, rumbling breaths through his nostrils in a smooth vibration to his more structured scales. His big eyes are crossed, looking at you, laying belly down on his snout. It's a good indicator of your size in comparison to him, taking up the top of his face, nearly at the base for the protruding bridge of his snout. His draconic pupils are slightly dilated with you so close, giving you a good look at his eyes. Black slit pupils surrounded by the glowing gray iris. The color slowly shifts into a darker hue in the membranes until turning into a thick dark ring around his iris, cutting off the encompassing white of his eyes. You watch as he blinks, shielding his eyes first with a film from the left and right until his gray eyelids close. There's a little wet noise that comes with it, eagerly opening back up to continue staring at you happily. [[Rub his snout->Snout Rubs (M)]] [[Crawl up and move onto his head->Head of Destiny (M)]] [[Slide off his snout->Snout Hub (M)]]

You crawl your way closer to his eyes, and they go crosser as you do. His thick, ridged brow raises slightly as you do. He doesn't move, happy to let you go wherever you want, simply resting there. You go between his eyes, climbing off his snout and onto his head, making your way between his horns. His head is warm, scales slick, and the area is less rigid than taut snout. It still has that soothing honey scent as you settle between his big horns. The place is cozy. You feel his happy rumble beneath you; his ears brush his horns as they tilt and perk to listen. The site gives you a view down his laying neck, leading gray scales to his back, showing his broad body and resting wings that are half spread out as he's relaxed. [[Look at his horns->Horns View (M)]] [[Rub his horns and ears->Horns and Ears (Of Destiny M)]] [[Rub his head->Head Rubs (M)]] [[Slide off his head and back onto the ground->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

You sit between the big gray horns. They jut out of his skull just next to you, cupped by scales at the very base. A lighter gray in color, looking smooth to the touch, only blemished by a few creases or divots in a natural display. Standing up, they are still larger, being thick compared to you. You can look over them as they curve back into smooth, rounded points. His ears follow the same curve, looking leathery in appearance, easy to move around to listen in. [[Rub his horns and ears->Horns and Ears (Of Destiny M)]] [[Rub his head->Head Rubs (M)]] [[Slide off his head and back onto the ground->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

The immediate waft of warm lunch-scented breath flows from within his opening jaws. An exhale that carries the thick smell of stir fry rolls out in a visible vapor into the cool air around you. His slimy glowing white interior comes fully on display, arcing strands of gooey slobber around his open mouth. There are scraps around, grains of rice in the drool jiggling down, his flesh stained a little brown from the heavy sauce, and little veggie bits scattered around the squishy environment. You first see his rounded teeth, having large fangs at the front and smaller bottom teeth, and food lining the cupping gums. Some saliva spans across some upper and lower teeth, spilling onto his white gums, making his teeth look off-white in comparison, lapped free of lunch along the spires. They get larger toward the back, having gaps between each one and not all too many, having more evidence of his chews than the front. Then there's his tongue. A slimy layer of slobber pools along the central crease of it, having some leftovers still lazily forgotten along the soft surface. The glowing tip sponges at his lower teeth, wiggling a little with excitement, pressing saliva through the gaps to line his lower lip. Your eyes follow along the divot to the back, looking through more strands of cloudy drool dripping from the rigid ceiling of his mouth. At the back, you see his gullet flexing with each breath exhaling out over you. The warm fog exits his lips as an invisible vapor until it passes into the cold, gusting mist over you while you watch. Then inhales pull the air around you into his mouth. All the while, his tonsils squish, uvula wobbles and goes with the flow, dangling over his cavernous throat. He patiently waits there, happy to see what you will do. [[Walk around while looking inside->Mouth Walk (M)]] [[Walk up and feel his teeth and lips->Teef (M)]] [["Can you swallow so I can watch?"->Easy Answer (M)]] [[Stand in front of his mouth and soak in the view ->View of Destiny (M)]] [["Can I go inside?" ->Entering Destiny (M)]] [["You can close back up!"->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

You step away from the brunt of his lunch-scented breaths, taking your time to get nice angles from outside his mouth. Grass brushes under your feet while you walk along the right side of his jaw, looking into Destiny's maw. His tongue rests like a plump mattress settled inside, having strands of drool slowly snapping into pools along his white flesh. You can see the sides of his muscle press against the inside of his teeth, ambiently brushing food in his gums to scrape it onto his tongue. He doesn't shift or move, letting you observe his stagnant mouth. His lips are scrunched to keep his mouth open. You walk along, seeing the white band that loops around his snout wrinkled with the smaller facial scales. Then you continue as you look inside, watching through his teeth to the other side. A view through a dragon's jaws, about to watch warm vapor materialize before your eyes as it passes a threshold in his mouth. The exhales turn into fog just after halfway traveling from his open jaws, puffing over his teeth into a dissipating cloud of warmth. You make your way to his curved lips. They curl into a happy smile with his right eye settled on you above. His fleshy cheek at the back is on display, showing his ability to stretch his mouth open more. The rear-most teeth are hidden behind the fleshy white, taut-looking muscles. You can see through the front of his teeth from this angle, further watching the cloud leave through his mouth in a rumbling display. Being closer to his neck exacerbates the rattling, hearing the muscles in his throat vibrating when he exhales and inhales. With the sights taken in, you walk back in front of his mouth where you started, happy with the outside tour. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub (M)]]

You step up closer to his lips, watching them curl at the back in a smile. Your eager hands reach until you plant them on his scales, feeling his mouthy warmth while he breathes over you. His lips cushion your touch, sinking while he's relaxed, letting some drool flow over the crease of your pressing down. They are soft with smooth scales, sagging when you add some weight, letting more slobber drool with bubbled grease from the location. You can see more of his glowing white gums housing the bottoms of his front teeth, looking at the taut flesh that's dotted with his leftover lunch. He doesn't seem to care at all, not changing his happy breaths that ripple at your clothes. With sticky saliva on your hands, you lift them up once more, relieving the small tension in his lip as it follows your motion up until it settles back into its normal spot. Then you reach over it and take a poke at one of his smaller front teeth, tapping at the hard enamel. The boney tooth remains unmoving, unphased by being touched, inviting you to further press against it. You rub your palm against it, taking note of its size, taking your other one to grab around his lower fang. The smallest is the size of your palm, then increases in size to the length of your elbow. His longest are his upper fangs hung above, set left and right of his blocky snout. There are small gaps between these teeth, letting you feel around, brushing against his firm white gums. You get more of his saliva on your hands while you rub his teeth, feeling some mushy rice while you floss the area with your fingers. Each tooth is nice and messy, pearly if not for slightly yellowed enamel and chewed lunch. Though that's mostly exacerbated by the white of his flesh more than anything. You can feel the little divots and creases, moving tooth to tooth down the left side of his open mouth. Along the way, you rub his gums, too, pressing his lips and leaning into them with your lower half to start touching the top. You happily pluck food from the gaps and toss it onto his tongue, helping the dragon clean up after his lunch. With his teeth getting longer, you can rub the hanging spires at the back, feeling the thick gapped teeth and rounded tips with ease. Once you reach the ligament-looking muscle of his cheek, you give it a rub, too, massaging the stretchy flesh. He rumbles happily the whole time, enjoying your touchy exploration, happy to let you poke where you'd like. You push against the firm flesh, indenting it inward until it collides with his furthest back tooth tucked on the other side. The flesh vibrates with his blowing breaths, helping be a buffer that funnels the foggy wind out of the front of his open mouth, only feeling the faint waft making its way around. With that, you're satisfied with the outside of his lips, walking back into the way of his thick breath, looking into his open mouth. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub (M)]]

His answer is a curling smile to his lips, wiggling his tongue a little with the pool of saliva shifting with bits of food. He scrunches his white flesh, funneling some slobbery scraps over the back hump. Then you see his tonsils start to flex while he lolls his tongue forward, trying not to block the view for his swallow. The bobbling uvula jiggles with the halt of his breath, gullet flexing, flesh jittering until the place all shifts. A loud, slobbery gulp squelches from his throat, collapsing flesh against flesh in a slimy tune. You watch his tonsils squish together, uvula being squeezed between them in a sandwich of white flesh, seeing the diffuse of cloudy, lunch-stained slobber spit with it. The action scrunches his tongue, even if he tries to hold back, smooshes the back into his gullet. The view is obscured for a moment as the powerful swallow glurks out. His tongue presses forward again to show the messy aftermath, letting you watch the slimy drool that coated the back web his glowing flesh. Saliva splays from his wobbling uvula left and right, picking sides as the gooey film pulls toward his tonsils, slowly spreading the sheets until they break. There are bits of bulbed broccoli that dribble with it, speckles of carrots, and some mushy rice too that sloughs down. His bobbing orb drips with some slobber, as well; strands of it litter the back still, jiggling with his sighing breath that blows just after. Things go back to normal after. A small event for his mouth that's easily forgotten by the flesh. Muscle memory settles his tongue into the resting state against his teeth, uvula swaying with each gusty breath, slobber beginning to pool again in a casual cycle. Especially after he ate, still salivating from the taste that you smell strongly on his breath. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub (M)]]

You simply stand and watch. It's quite the view, looking straight into a dragon's open mouth. There are lots of details to soak in, one being his warm breath blowing into you, leaving a moist sensation each time the humid, mixed smell of lunch-scented gusts goes by. Then a little chill as his lungs suck the cool outside air back in, doing so in a rhythmic, calm rumble while you watch. It smells rich with rice, heavy with soy sauce, has an earthy scent with veggies, and a meaty ambience of chicken. You even see some speckled around, let to be licked up and swallowed, maybe even left on purpose so you could see. The simple act of breathing alone causes lots of commotion in his mouth, jiggling his uvula around, flexing his gullet, wiggling his heavy tongue, and sending little flicks of spittle when strands of saliva finally break. His resting mouth is easy to look at. Soft white and dark brown stained flesh gives a cozy glow, exuding a foodie scent while you stand in front of his maw. You look over his tongue, seeing the little bumps that go across his smooth-looking flesh, noting it gets lumpier near the back. Raised because he ate, the taste buds are swollen from salty soy, more visible as leftovers and grease fill in the creases with bubbles. The crease that goes from nearly the tip leads all the way to the back, scrunching the sides up to cause the slobbery divot to have a soft appearance as flesh folds in a shifting squish. Some leftovers collect in the pool, sitting in the sticky spittle, awaiting its turn to be swallowed next. You gaze up at his upper palate, looking at the rolling ridges of his firm flesh. Like a washing board, dripping with saliva, curving up with the arc of his snout. It leads back until it takes a softer look, seamlessly transitioning into his squishy soft palate. That's where his uvula hangs, jittering with each breath that brushes by his pliant flesh. You can watch his gullet all day. How the very back glows the same as the rest, letting you get a look at every crease, line, and divot leading toward the tightening tunnel. With his head and neck laid down, you can see a bit of his epiglottis shift, though even still, most that's deeper is masked by the thick hump of his tongue. There's the abundant sound of standing there. Set before a dragon's jaws, you hear the various noises of his mouth from outside. Even staying still, his fleshy interior idly moves, producing some slimy, wey tunes for your ears. His tongue squished to his teeth, trapped bubbles from saliva under his tongue squelched out, and the little plaps of dripping slobber impacting gooey pools already formed on his flesh. Most prominent are his breaths. He rumbles happily in a rattling draconic purr, vibrating soundwaves gusting over your ears. The noise of air pulling into his large lungs through his trachea, shifting various muscles for the action to subconsciously happen. Then the relaxing flow of wind comes back out, rushing over your body in a thickening fog into the cool outside. There's even the echo of a gurgle from his gut that makes its way up his throat, thick in sound without any drink to soften his food up inside his messy gut. [["If it's ok, do you mind burping while I'm here?"->Get burped on :P]] [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub (M)]]

His lips curl with a smile, exhaling a happy rumble at the question. "Of course you can! Feel free to poke around and even go deeper if you'd like!" The words reverberate with you in front of the gusts, blowing his post-meal breath and a vibrating warmth. It fogs a little escaping his lips, and you'd see his glowing tongue flop as he talks. Though his lips open back up after, continuing his casual breaths, tongue jittering a bit with new inviting anticipation. [[Continue! ->Entering Destiny Path (M)]]

"I don't mind giving a little preview!" He says with a breathy chuckle, though the bob of his laugh does jostle his gut. A thick gurgle rolls in his stomach, bubbling wetly as he musters what he can. He opens his mouth up before you, lolling his tongue a little over his front teeth to give a better path from his throat, tensing his neck. There's a bassy grumble before a breathy belch rolls out from his gullet, gusting a hot burst of wet stomach air over you. It spits out some gooey scraps from inside his throat, hitting your clothes with a gooey slap with spittle burping up too. It's not lengthy; what's less than a second sends a foggy puff of air from his belly to rush over your body. You watch his uvula get pushed, the flesh at the back of his mouth vibrate, and the faint scene of his throat opening up. The cloud dissipates in the cool surrounding air, being taken by the wind while he smacks his lips, exhaling the air out with a happy sigh. It's a thick smell straight from the dragon's stomach. Freshly eaten food settling inside a hungry belly. An oddly pleasant scent, expecting an acidic waft or after tone, is eased with the sweet scent of honey instead. There's still that heavy smell of food, catching all the hints of what he ate, picking up those ingredients and materials gurgling in the belch's source, especially with some of his sticky lunch dripping off your clothes, sloughing some off your face before it magically cleans itself after he looks you over. [[Continue!->Open Mouth Hub (M)]]

You put your right hand on his lower lip, left hand on an upper fang as you look at where you're going, easy enough within his bioluminescent, white mouth. The long and broad tongue fidgets, refraining from lapping you inside while you assess. You will fit inside, that much you know. You're about as long as his tongue while it sits stagnant in his mouth, peering at the space. It's like a slimy, white, and messy mattress at your scale, one that leads straight to the dragon's rumbling throat. Littered with a little bit of leftovers too, which will surely cling to your body. His breath exhales over you, fogging upon hitting your chest outside, slowing over your clothes in a warm, heavy gust. Then he pulls the air around you into his mouth, having a cool rush that flexes his gullet. With your hand collecting slobber on his lower lip and some dribbling down your arm from your hold to his tooth above, you decide to make your move. You remove your hand from his lower lip, replacing it with the bump of your knees pressing against the soft scales, ready to enter Destiny. Your head ducks under his blunt fangs, feeling the shift in humidity on your face, bringing your shoulders and upper half into his mouth with a lean. You put your hands down onto his tongue that's now beneath you, pressing the pliant flesh with your weight, getting viscous and sticky saliva between your digits. The soft texture fills your sense of touch, pressing between your fingers and in a sunken cup around your hands, slippery with being so thick that you feel like you may slip. Your right hand lands on a soft grain of rice, having soaked in his slobber enough that your palm turns it to mush across his taste buds, getting that slippery sensation to build even more. As if the thought brings it into existence, your hands slide off to the sides, planting your chest and head to his tongue with a little splat. Your fingers grab along the sides of his flesh, scooping up drool while you settle from the cushioned fall. The soft and slimy interior livens up a little, having muscles twitch to your sudden taste, sensing the jitters of the landscape. He rumbles more, too, blowing dense air down your back as you get a hold of yourself once more. Your belly rests on his lower teeth, waist on his lower lip, and knees have slipped to hover over the grass while your boots press the ground. Though you find this easier to look around, catching the sights from inside without his gullet being your only view. It's still the focal point of the back, taking your glances or full-on stare each time he breathes, pushing his uvula with dense stir fry-scented wind, flexing the flesh and muscles nicely. [[Continue!->Entering Destiny Path cont (M)]]

Within the warm, white, and glowing maw of Destiny, you're free to look around, now seeing the inside of the dragon's mouth much more closely. A frame of teeth around his jaws, lips raised with his maw open, shining light from outside to be lost with his inner glow. Though the outside fades from your focal point, taking this opportunity to look closely at a dragon's messy tongue, feeling the squishy flesh cupping to your body, sinking into the lightly lapping muscle. There are scraps of food that press to your chest, a bit licked to your face, and a little between your fingers from the slip. So close to his flesh, you look at the stains from soy along the white, faint, and it doesn't halt the ambient glow. His tongue idly shifts, a living mattress that tastes your clothes, salivating to get more draconic slobber on you. The thick fluid sticks you to his tongue almost, heavy and gooey to the touch. The spread of it in your fingers forms a web, and you see strands of it drooling from the roof, along his teeth, and some splat onto your back. There's a lot built up, given he just ate, having that flavor still sitting on his taste buds. Though now, with your entry, it's like having dessert, starting up his salivary glands once more. It's warm, much more than the cool outside, feeling the heat difference from your boots to your head inside his mouth. Though his breath pushes out, wafting over your legs to halt any shivers from the sudden difference. The dragon's uvula sways over his gullet, shifting with each breath to follow the inhaling or exhaling winds. There's a gooey-sounding shift of muscles at the back, giving a squelch between his breathing when his throat unfolds. The sounds are abundant in his mouth, hearing flesh rub your clothes, spittle dripping over your body, and the bubbles in his saliva collecting against you at the center of the muscle. Each breath is a rush over you, loudly flowing from his mouth, sucking down his windpipe as his happy draconic rumble vibrates his maw. You can even hear the faint, distant gurgles from the dragon's stomach, full of a meal and inviting. [[Crawl out of his mouth->Exiting Destiny (Mouth)M]] [[Crawl all the way into his mouth->Entering Destiny More (M)]]

You had your fill of his mouth, pushing your hands to his slick flesh with a shimmy back. Your knees press his outer lip, smooshing the scales as you slowly drag back. His sticky slobber makes it hard, slipping with your boots outside helping pull you out. Though the twitch in his tongue is telling, he knows you're leaving. The muscle lifts, sloping in a way that lets you slide to the front of his jaws, raising his head with a breathy mlem that lets your body out. It leaves you in a puddle of slobber, and he gives you a happy, rumbling lick. "Did you want to do something else?" He settles back into his usual position, and his slobber magically cleans to leave you dry in the cool outside air. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

Destiny's warm mouth is inviting, feeling a cool sensation on your lower half that isn't inside. So you take the dragon's offer, pushing your boots into the ground to begin sliding yourself inside. Being so drenched in his slobber, your upper half easily slides along the central crease. His soft flesh accepts you, tongue dragging along your clothes, letting your waist flop over his dull lower teeth. Your head gets closer to his gullet, feeling the increase of warmth the more of you spreads over his tongue. You fully crawl into his mouth, boots resting against his inner teeth while your head is against the soft back of his maw. Now fully in the dragon's jaws, saliva soaking your clothes, getting the sticky, viscous fluid across your whole form. The feeling of gooey scraps get under your clothes, onto, and over your back, spreading against his tongue with your weight pressing down. Your view is mostly his gullet with how far in you are, taking up the length of his tongue, looking at his raised taste buds that are stained with soy. You sink into the soft flesh, feeling the muscles twitch, undulate, and taste at your body. The raised buds are visible, especially at the back, where the bigger bumps swell at your added flavor, already soaked in the rich tastes still sitting there. It's clear the dragon likes you there, rumbling happily with you fully inside. He also slacks his jaws, slowly closing them until his lips connect, teeth slotting together with gaps. His breaths travel up and out his snout now, but the heat of his mouth incubates while closed, warming you up a lot. It incubates the scent of food inside his mouth, letting the smell of his meal settle around you in a comfy heat. The relaxed tongue lets you sink into it, accepting your weight, pooling cloudy slobber around your body. You can look around, able to bend to see yourself laying in the dragon's tongue, seeing flesh cup to you in a slimy scene. The roof of his mouth hovers closely above, almost resting against your back, connected with strands of saliva. There are his creased lips that hook in a smile, shut teeth that rest in gaps, and curved tongue cupping at the sides to form the long crease you're lying on. Then more in your face is his gullet, able to look down over his tongue to see his epiglottis shift with each breath, blow breath to jiggle his uvula above, then expand when he inhales. His throat, too, looking at the curling entrance to his esophagus idly squeezes with anticipation, having bubbles and bits of food squelch when fleshy muscles churn. [["You can lick me if you'd like!" ->Licks of Destiny (M)]] [["Can I touch your uvula? Feel the back of your mouth?"->Gullet of Destiny (M)]] [["This is as far as I wanted to go. I'd like to come out!"->Exiting Destiny (Deep Mouth M)]] [["I'd like you to swallow me!" ->Accepting Destiny (M)]]

His lips curl into a further smile, and then you feel the fleshy ground shift. The living landscape comes more alive as he's been relaxing so you could explore, but now with permission to lick, you see how much movement there is in his mouth. His squishy tongue lifts, tip lapping at your boots, middle being pinned to his rigid upper palate, and your upper half is smooshed against his smooth palate, having the happy muscle rub back and forth. He gives a happy hum, pulling at your clothes with a gooey suction, lapping at your flavor to further raise his taste buds. The soft flesh thickens with tension to his licks, feeling firmer as the muscles roll over, lazily enjoying your weight in his mouth. His tongue presses, pushes, laps, and rubs, squelching wetly with saliva being spit around. It bubbles up his slobber, pushing it through your clothes, rubbing it against your body to get you even more drenched in the viscous fluid. You feel the remnants of his meal press, too, having some large rice grains bigger than your fingers smoosh, rub, and make you somewhat messy. The sensations of grease in his slobber, the spread of gooey, post-meal scraps pressing against you as he licks. The heavy roll of undulating flesh cups you in his maw, pressing with a relaxing compress of muscles to your body. It lets you feel the texture better, lapping across your entirety. Slightly bumpy, smooth in feel even with the raised buds, having mushy blobs sitting in divots and creases. The swelling flavor receptors simply squish down along you, making a wet suction as they drag over. It tugs at your clothes, making you a mess in his mouth, being coated in thick layers of draconic saliva. Then he stops after a few moments, giving you time to relax once more after the movements of his licks, pooling you back at the center with drooling slobber dripping all around. His breathing is a little heavier, but not by much, simply rumbling happily in a sweet hum to have gotten to lick you over. Enjoyed like having a post-meal mint to lap around in his mouth. He waits patiently for what you do next. [[Continue! ->Mouth Hub (M)]]

Your question makes him rumble more, and you feel his head nod up and down, not wanting to talk with his mouth full. It's clear you're free to feel around to your heart's content. Already at the back, you flip over to look up at the dangling orb over your head. The white flesh bobs, swaying back and forth, easy to reach with his mouth closed. You reach up, arms extending, giving the pliant flesh a poke to see what happens. It jiggles to the touch, swayed by the poke, but otherwise didn't appear to bother the dragon. The opposite seems to happen, hearing and feeling the rumbling in his chest to have you touch the glowing bulb in his mouth. With that in mind, you reach both hands up, cupping the heavy flesh in your palms. It squishes between your fingers, drooling slobber over your hands, drooling down your arms with some leftover mush that clung to it. You roll it left and right, feeling the smooth flesh shift in your grasp, heavy in feel. A squishy orb, easy to move around as the attached uvula bobbles between your hands. You feel his breathy exhales along the back of your neck while you lay there, going over your embrace to push through the holes behind the fleshy bulb. Your hands rub along the squishy flesh, watching the malleable tissue flood between your fingers, moving up along the drooping drop to touch the thinner region. Then up beyond, pushing into the soft flesh of his upper palate, causing the uvula to dip and stick to your head. It smooshes over as you rub the thick flesh above, exploring the depths of his maw with ease. Then it pulls back when you do, leaving your head with a gooey sound, breaking a strand of slobber to gently splat. You roll back over, looking at his tonsils, staring at his throat, watching his epiglottis shift between breaths. [[Continue feeling around the back! ->More Gullet of Destiny (M)]] [[Stop there ->Mouth Hub (M)]]

A happy rumble vibrates his neck, hearing your request. It comes with a gurgle in his full gut, having room for an exploring guest. He's clearly eager to oblige, already showing with tension in his tongue. Then he lifts his head, sinking you against his soft flesh with the upward motion, up until he begins to tilt back. You slide with gooey saliva, watching the landscape line up with his relaxing gullet, stopping his recent breath short. Your hands instinctively brace before the squishy white flesh accepts them into his esophagus, spreading the curled muscles before he even swallows. You sink to your arms before his flesh twitches, tongue pushing back, tonsils squeezing in with his uvula sticking to your back. Then the swallow gulps out with a heavy Glrk, engulfing your upper half inside his throat in a gooey suction. You're gripped by squeezing muscles, esophageal walls pulling you inside of his neck in a smooth and gentle embrace. A slick transition slides you from his tongue into his churning esophagus in a single gulp, taking you into the cushy tunnel. Your boots enter last with a slimy suction, sealing you into his throat and sending you to the dragon's happy stomach. He sighs with you sliding down, pressing you with the passing exhale on the other side, stretching his scales slightly with your transit. The smooth flesh rolls in thick muscular compressions, rubbing you on all sides in a tubular embrace. His throat stretches just enough to fit your girth, unfolding white flesh around your arms in front of you as saliva sputters by. Some food, too, watching stick bits smear over your arms and slough down as you're swallowed, using your body to dislodge random mushy goo. Then you feel a tighter sensation, a slight slow to your descent, what must be his collar as you pass it by. The leather adds resistance, but his esophagus continues its work, taking you beyond the region of his neck in a shifting pressure you can track. From arms to your boots, slipping deeper into his body, funneling into his chest as you note the heavier presence of his happy heartbeat. You hear your destination within Destiny, a bubbly gurgle rolling in the active organ, listening to meal squeeze into his stomach before you feel his cardiac sphincter curl over your hands. [[Continue! ->Delving into Destiny (M)]]

You're lying in his mouth as he holds you there comfortably. His flesh idly jitters and undulates, showing the fleshy atmosphere of his closed mouth. The scent of food heavy in the air, mess strewn about, waiting to see what you'd like to do next. [["You can lick me if you'd like!" ->Licks of Destiny (M)]] [["Can I touch your uvula? Feel the back of your mouth?"->Gullet of Destiny (M)]] [["This is as far as I wanted to go. I'd like to come out!"->Exiting Destiny (Deep Mouth M)]] [["I'd like you to swallow me!" ->Accepting Destiny (M)]]

You continue now with your belly down to his tongue, intrigued by the squishy back of his mouth. The shifting muscles of his gullet are intriguing; looking at the slimy back wall that slopes to his throat, watching his tonsils twitch, esophagus twist slowly with slobber gently draining, and rigid epiglottis pressing out of the way to let his breathing commence. Globs of food, mixed and chewed, made their way through, dotting the scene because he just ate. Some drools along his tonsils, and others bubble from his throat, rasping from the churning hole as it squeezes some stuck rice. Your hands reach out, catching his lunch-scented breath while you touch his right tonsil. It flexes initially, jittering in a quiver of white flesh. Though it settles into a relaxed state, holding off an instinctual swallow while your hand rubs over the bumpy region. It's slick, slimy, and feels smooth despite the lumpy texture, compressing to your touch. You do the same with your left hand to his left tonsil, feeling them both react, flexing to droop his uvula onto the back of your head. It knocks some food off, letting it pool onto his throat for transit, helping clean up the dragon's mouth and feed him what he's already chewed. His breaths slow while you poke around, being spaced out before the rushing gusts take their time to roll in and out. Though he clearly doesn't mind, having his tongue have a cupping tension that holds you to his upper palate. As well, you feel him be relaxed, flesh so easily pressed, malleable between your fingers as you push the pliant tonsils. The gooey slime along them is thick, lubricating to easily swallow things shaped like you, pooling along his throat below. You reach out and tap the very back, feeling the thin wall that slopes downward. It quivers with the tickle, pulling his tonsils inward to press your hands together. It causes a micro swallow to trigger, curling his throat, pressing his uvula down, and shoving your fingers into his gullet. His tongue pulls back in a gooey smack against the squishy flesh, squelching loudly when his swallow rolls out. You watch the scraps suck down into the hole with the draining pool of slobber, feeling the mush vanish when his throat gulps over your fingers, cleaning them off with a compressing lick. Though he was prepared, smooshing you gently to the roof so you don't get sucked down with his leftovers. Your hands feel the curl of his throat, having a gentle tug and your clothes, nearly taking the coat off your back. Though the inner curl plops your hands free in a gooey noise, watching the lively landscape settle back down. His breaths return with a bubbly pop of saliva being pushed off his epiglottis, blowing a little bubble from the film left behind to be cleared by his windpipe exhaling over your drooly hands. Everything is idle again, as idle as the living flesh can be, patiently waiting for what you do next. [[Continue! ->Mouth Hub (M)]]

A gooey squelch sucks your hands inside easily. The entrance to his stomach is tight but used to being opened with his recent meal. It expands, rolling over your arms, wafting the food scent of his gut in a bubble from his gut. Your hands squish into the messy mound, being pressed into the big bolus of his meal that's cupped inside the churning organ. It sinks your arms into it, then you watch the multicolor meal open up with drooling juices filling in gaps between the rice, having your upper half smooshed into his meal. The gooey mix of stir fry accepts your body with a gurgle, sliding into the mostly full chamber as you sink into the food. His throat fully spits you inside, letting you squirm your way to the top of the mound, looking at the messy landscape. The mass of his lunch sits around you, stretching his gut to fill it up. You're a mouthful in a bowlful, able to sink and settle in his meal without getting lost in it. Easy enough to look around, watch his stomach work, and lean into the churning walls. Partially chewed, coated in slobber and sweet-scented acids, visually sagging the soft stomach walls with its weight. A brownish mixture of soggy rice that's littered with crushed or swallowed whole veggies, adding globs of green and orange to the mix. You can see broccoli heads sticking out from the surface, the bulbs scattered about to stick to the churning white walls, joined by squeezed peas and the pods they were gulped in. You're surrounded by the dragon's meal, held in his stomach to experience his full belly. It's where you want to be, enthralled by the various slimy textures of chewed, digesting food, watching how the white gut walls push the mess. Submerged in goop, sinking in the mush, feeling his swallowed food get beneath your clothes, sticking to your body all around, getting stuck with slobbery stomach juices. Warm and chunky, having your lower half feel the extra weight settling down as you find your back to the walls. The wet mush of chewed rice, whole grains too that are the size of your fingers, soggy as they've been absorbing the slimy moisture. Steamed veggies are soft already, broken, bent, and squished just from the trip down his throat or otherwise crushed by his rounded teeth. There are the chicken chunks stained in sauce, squished into a greasy paste, or gulped whole, seen littered around with digestive fluids sloughing off. A slow process. Freshly swallowed by the dragon, it looks a little like it did inside his bowl. Worse for wear, given the transition was sloppy from chews, but otherwise, you can still tell what he had for lunch. It's just slimy, squished, and surrounded by flesh like a new bowl. A living, gurgling one that you get to witness. Slow churns roll down the walls, cupping to the mound with breathy groans, squeezed bubbles out from beneath the mass of his meal. A crinkle of slimy textures are pressed by muscles, toppling food chunks and larger clumps that stick together. It smears the meal over you, using your solid body to help break some up, simply pushing or pressing to assess the large amount of food it has to take care of. More to mix the drooling enzymes around than to fully work it over, spreading the thick slime along your body and getting the sticky yet harmless acids through your clothes. [[Rub his stomach walls->Inner Belly Rubs (Of Destiny M)]] [[Mess around with his meal->Squirming In Destiny (M)]] [[Relax and soak in the dragon's stomach->Relaxing in Destiny (M)]] [["I've seen enough of your belly! Can you let me out?"->Choices In Destiny (M)]]

You press your palms into the food-covered walls, feeling at the texture of his flesh. Your fingers push through the thick stomach juices that drool down, brushing rice and other mushy materials as you rub the white glow. Slick, smooth, feeling the tension of stretched flesh, sagging the muscles to accommodate the dragon's large meal. There are folds and creases, churning wrinkles that squeeze, working on digesting his food while you rub around them. The flesh hardens as it curls, flowing chunks of mixed goop from slimy areas, felt by your hands with bubbles and grease filling your fingers. He rumbles happily, feeling you rub his stomach from the inside, relaxing nicely at your touch. His stomach sinks, breaths rattle, and the heavy thump of his heart is better felt. It adds to the noise, shaking the walls more with the vibrations of his appreciation, dislodging trapped air and bubbles beneath the swamp of his meal. You continue to press into his slimy flesh as he relaxes, listening to the frothy gurgles and groans bubbling up along the sides of his gut, feeling the walls cup and churn. [[Continue!->Inner Belly Hub (Of Destiny M)]]

To be inside a dragon's stomach. Not only that but a well-fed one, given the opportunity to safely watch the digestive process. It gets you looking at all the mess, seeing his stomach squeeze food around, feeling the dense mush press against your body. It's intriguing, to say the least, and you're sitting in the gurgling cauldron with it all. So you take this opportunity to soak it all in, exploring his swallowed meal. Your hands fill with mush, lifting it from the gooey mound that's cupped up to your chest. Bits of wet greens, soggy browns, and soft meat are sticky along your palm. You squeeze, having a slimy squelch push out of your fingers, watching the greasy mixture slough from your hands. It drips and drools down your arms, splatting into the rest around to get lost. Just a handful inside the massive dragon, and you were a mouthful, sitting in a full stomach. A viscous lunch landscape, gooey with slime, watching gastric juices absorb into his food as he didn't have anything to drink with his meal. Your legs are completely submerged, boots full of slop, clothes thick with his food, feeling the dense meal compressing against your body. The push of his muscles, press of his breaths, and thump of his heart all shift it around, sensing each movement causes a fuss in his gut. So you move your legs, listening to the lower crinkle of slimy food smoosh around, kick into groaning pockets of trapped air. The organ wobbles a little while you stir the pot, belching thick bubbles to the surface, hissing more in raspy bubbles from beneath the stomach broth. They froth up the growing pool of liquids that settles over the top, slowly seeping into the meal, flowing through the cracks of his grainy rice. The loud interior of his gut bubbles and squirts thick mush as you move, causing gaps between food and your body as you wiggle in the swamp of his meal. Though it remains connected with flowing juices that fill in any gaps you make, pushing squelchy goop in groaning sounds. Then his stomach pushes it all back together, compressing slowly around you and his food, using your body as a digestive aid, rolling mush across you to break it up. Thick with slimy acids, feeling the solid meal smear as it mixes, sloughing colors and textures through your clothes. With so much commotion and extra air, you wobble the churning organ. If you continue, you could probably make the dragon belch, seeing the cardiac sphincter quiver when you apply pressure. [[Stir more of a fuss->Internal Burpstiny]]

You lay back and relax, sinking happily into the sludgy environment. To be inside a dragon, feeling, hearing, and smelling the intriguing place. Given the opportunity to experience it, you relish in all you can, letting his belly do all the work. Your back is cupped against the wall behind you, shoulders feeling the flesh curl and suction to your neck, sinking in his food so only your head is above the slimy liquid layer of his meal. Though that's always subject to change with churning muscles, dunking your head under, or raising you up as the unseen flesh beneath your bottom squeezes the lower section of his stomach. You're constantly covered in digesting food, feeling it slough down your face, and trying to clean it off only smears the dense meal. So you don't even try, as it's pointless with the dragon's stomach being full. Not that you care. Being covered in food is interesting, with the various textures rubbing along your body, relaxing like you're in a sludgy hot tub. Warm mush squeezes against you, pressing with rolling muscles, shifting through being squeezed even if the flesh doesn't reach you. Long groans and gurgles, flittering thick bubbles that burp in your clothes, bursting some over your neck to spit food around. You watch it happening all over as the walls shift the meal, constantly, if slowly, churning the melting goop. Toppling chunks, rolling bolus of rice clumped with everything else, spreading back over the mass in a slimy crinkle. It rolls over your head, blocking your view with viscous drooling mush until you wiggle a little, flicking it off to see his messy white walls again. It's easy to relax even with an active stomach. The sights aren't the prettiest, some might say, but the view of digesting lunch is certainly intriguing to watch. Organic curls of muscles, scrunched wrinkles drooling food squeezed between them, stomach folds shifting in slow, curling motions. Being moved, pushed, and massaged by flesh activity working his meal, a guest to the uncaring system while feeling so cared for by the friendly dragon. The harsh groans and gastric gurgles are soothing. There's the happy beat of his heart ever present, thumping a constant tune that's joined by his idle breathing. You feel the bumps, pressed by his breaths, feeling the organ rock with the ambient movements autonomously holding his stomach in place. What you imagine would be a much harsher scent is magically muted by his honey-scented acids, mixing into the dragon's digesting meal to bring a sweet smell to the chamber. It dulls the sense you'd expect, not having that acrid tinge despite the strong enzymes foaming on his food. Perfectly safe while soaking in his stomach juices, feeling soothing along your body in a warm and slimy texture, letting the slushy meal further melt in your clothes. You watch the mushy chyme inside his gut look less and less like food; even entering it, you'd say the same, properly claimed by the dragon. Though now, as you look, there's less specific detail, though detailed in other ways. The mixed stir-fry lunch slowly transitions into a gooey mush. Near homogeneous as individual grains of rice bubble together, no longer grains, but a mushy soup. Chicken, too, is less noticeable, joining rice in being rather liquid. Though there are still colors from peppers, greens, and other veggies dotted around, sinking into the gooey glop in his gut. Swirls of various hues, stripped sauces, grease, slobber, and mush are squeezed in gurgling churns, showing the brownish-gray goop as you relax in it. You spend enough time that you feel the bottom of his stomach shift, hearing a gooey glug as his pylorus drinks in a gulp of the digesting chyme, ushering his meal slowly onto the next portion of its journey. [["I'd like to be let out now, I think!"->Choices In Destiny Alt M]]

He rumbles happily to hear you ask. "Sure thing! You have three options. I can spit you up the way you came, teleport you out with magic, or you can take the long way out: take the full dragon tour. Don't worry about the mess! It'll be completely clean a little into my small intestines. Though you may have to relax and wait for a little before my belly will let you exit." Your options are laid before you. There's his cardiac sphincter quivering with a swallow of saliva, where he'd cough you back up. The thought of being teleported from his stomach, swiftly taken from his gut. Then you poke deeper, feeling the taut sphincter shut tight, waiting for his meal to soften more before it will open. A long trip through the dragon's intestinal tract. [["I'd like to go out the way I came in, please!"->Regurgitation (Of Destiny M)]] [["Teleportation is more my speed."->Quick way out (Of Destiny M)]] [["I'll take the full tour of your body!"->Relaxing in Destiny (M)]]

You're inside the dragon's happy stomach, held snug by the organic walls cupping your body and his food. You're free to explore the dragon's full stomach all you want, feeling his heartbeat, breaths cycle, and everything around you shift in active churns. [[Rub his stomach walls->Inner Belly Rubs (Of Destiny M)]] [[Squirm around->Squirming In Destiny (M)]] [[Relax and soak in the dragon's stomach->Relaxing in Destiny (M)]] [["I've seen enough of your belly! Can you let me out?"->Choices In Destiny (M)]]

You wiggle more, pressing into the smooth stomach walls in a big stretch. A bubbly groan hisses in the organ as trapped air burps from beneath the surface, riding up your chest to spit food over your head. It inflates the dome of his gut more, gurgling the excess gas in his belly up. He gives a happy rumble as you wobble his full stomach, bending his body with the poke of his nose at your spot. Though it also puts more pressure, squeezing his stomach with shifting muscles, making his belly compress. You feel his tongue press his gut with an appreciative lick and, in doing so, sets his belch in motion, whether he knows it or not. A push, press, and poke to his squishy sphincter above is enough, messing with the sputtering valve until it opens up. //''Shlrk!''// A wet, slimy noise sucks up his throat, scrunching the stomach walls as it vacates the bubbling air. It rumbles up his neck as the immediate squish of food is loudest in your ears, listening to the organ evict the extra air. His burp is distanced coming out of his mouth, but it's pointed right at his belly to belch onto his scales, vibrating through his belly when it hits his exterior. Nothing long or extravagant, what's a second in time feels longer in his stomach, feeling the aftermath of your actions hold you snug inside his cushy gut. You hear him smack his lips and swallow, chuckling with a rumble before the saliva sputters into his stomach over you. There's less room now, thanks to your antics, holding only a little air at the top where your head is pushed. Though even so, you always feel air in your lungs, even submerged, his magic protects you. The potent scent of his meal is always present, though, pulling in the humid heat of his stomach with each breath, smelling his gut. It's the scent the world outside just got in a small burst in a burp, the microcosm of the deep intricacies of the dragon's digesting food. [[Continue!->Inner Belly Hub (Of Destiny M)]]

"Alrighty! I'll get you out now, then!" Your world shifts, and flesh cups as the dragon stands up. His stomach sags with the weight lifting from the ground, sloshing the food around you. You feel him tilt, likely lowering his neck as muscles shift and the walls around you start to clench. A tight squeeze gently compresses your body, curling you up until you're turned all around, your head pressing against the way you came. He gives a tense heave, sucking your upper half into his throat, lurching his belly in the process. You watch the flesh shunt, flesh unfolding to take you along, his cardiac sphincter relaxing to let you through. Some food tries to follow, squirted with pressure, but his muscles press and send it back while you go up. With his neck bent down, you slide through, taking a downward slope. Your body slurps from his stomach in a cushioned squeeze, passing your boots out of his gut to begin working you out of his body in reverse. You slide by his collar after passing out of his chest and relax his muscles to make the transition smooth. Slime follows you out with a little bit of chyme, still soaked in his meal that's flooded in your clothes, lubricating your exit as he regurgitates your body. It's not long before you see the entrance to his throat slack, opening to spit slobber out, followed by your head and shoulders. You see his tongue again, looking down the curled flesh to see the grass beneath his open jaws, sliding over the back of his mouth. He gives a little belch when your boots spit out, slowly sliding you free from his mouth with a happy mlem. You're deposited back onto the grass in a puddle of stomach fluids, feeling the chilly air once more as the dragon's head and open jaws loom above you. He closes his lips with a happy rumble and a lick that slurps around them, lapping up the strands of stomach juices and slobber that connect you to his scales. Then his eyes settle back on you. "Hello again! Anything else you wanna do?" He lays back down, and the gooey slime along your body magically cleans off, leaving you and the surrounding grass dry. [[Continue! ->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

"That works for me! You'll be out in a second!" You blink, and you miss it. You're suddenly surrounded by the cool outside air, hearing the sounds of birds, wind, and the outer blow of the dragon's rumbling breath. The jarring replacement of white color for the outside scenery floods your eyes, up until a big white tongue laps you against the ground. "Welcome back! Anything else you'd like to do?" He settles down and relaxes back to his idle position, looking happy as ever to see you again. The slimy juices and gooey food on your body and in your clothes vanish like they were never there, leaving you dry before the dragon once more. [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

He rumbles happily to hear you ask. "Sure thing! You have three options. I can spit you up the way you came, teleport you out with magic, or you can take the long way out: take the full dragon tour. Don't worry about the mess! It'll be completely clean a little into my small intestines." Your options are laid before you. There's his cardiac sphincter quivering with a swallow of saliva, where he'd cough you back up. The thought of being teleported from his stomach, swiftly taken from his gut. Then you listen deeper, hearing the squelch of his pylorus drinking soft food. A long trip through the dragon's intestinal tract. [["I'd like to go out the way I came in, please!"->Regurgitation (Of Destiny M)]] [["Teleportation is more my speed."->Quick way out (Of Destiny M)]] [["I'll take the full tour of your body!" ->Begining the Full Tour (Of Destiny M)]]

"Sure thing! Just wiggle your way against the exit, and my intestines will take care of the rest. Feel free to ask me to teleport you out at any point too!" You feel him rumble happily, excited for you to take the big dragon tour. You take a look at the marsh of digesting food, feeling the lower sphincter to listen to its location. You'll have to submerge in his meal to get there, following the slope of his feral gut. His stomach naturally leads to the pyloric sphincter, churning the food to settle on the hole to continuously drain his belly. It's one of the noises you've idly heard but lost amid the cacophony of sound. Now you localize the gooey suction as the sphincter lazily gulps chyme, spitting up bubbles that whine through the viscous slime. It feels easy to stretch, though even at your size, you can tell his small intestines are tight, listening to the fleshy churns deeper inside the dragon's body. [["Actually, I'd like to go out the way I came in, please!"->Regurgitation (Of Destiny M)]] [["Teleportation might just be for me after all!"->Quick way out (Of Destiny M)]] [[Continue deeper into the dragon.->Delving Deeper into Destiny (M)]]

You reach under the viscous soup covering the sphincter, feeling the smooth flesh that comes to a curling pinch. The hole curls in on itself, quivering in conjunction with the dragon's active peristalsis. Your fingers feel at the exit to his stomach, pressing around the pliant entry to his winding intestines, sensing what you assumed about the passage. You can stretch it open, able to prod your digits into the taut hole, feeling it slacken slightly after the passive flesh recognizes your existence, pulling in a little swallow of food when you do, burping up a bubble that pops above the surface. With your decision made and excitement fixated on exploring deep inside a dragon, you push down again the quivering sphincter, timing your prodding for when his stomach begins its peristaltic presence at the bottom of his gut. The lazy hole scrunches over your hands, sinking then into the slack sphincter, and his belly begins to add a compressing pressure that pushes your arms through. Being at the base of his stomach, submerging in his sloppy meal, as well as wiggling against the exit seems to mark you for passage, feeling the sphincter relax, flesh part, and gut give a wet gurgling when the entrance to his intestines gulps open. You're sucked through. Mostly. The initial lurch squeezes over your head, expanding for your shoulders before lazily clamping on your waist, spitting in some gooey lunch that's swallowed deeper than you. His small intestines are, in fact, small in diameter; even for his size, it's a snug fit for you. The walls compress, whining wetly at the new addition of chyme and your upper half, churning you in place as your lower half is still in his stomach. His pyloric sphincter doesn't seem to care, idly pressing around your waist, curling slowly as his belly groans, glorping with air as peristalsis restarts at the dome. It gives you time to look into his tubular intestines. The initial region is smooth and sloped, leading to the scrunched flesh lined with little villi. You can see the webs of chowdery food being squeezed and squished, a flow of chyme trickling along the tunnel, hearing the rolling squeeze of muscles squirting the thick goop along. Though you can't see very far before the white walls curve off or are too clamped, lined with viscous, digesting food that pools along the bottom. While you're looking, his stomach is still working, curling around your boots with a gentle shove, and at the same time, his pyloric sphincter slackens, intending to push you along with more of his processing meal. You wiggle a bit, helping his body out with the bobbing slush of soft flesh jiggling to your movements, shimmying yourself to the muscular squeeze swallowing your waist. Your clothes wetly drag through, bubbles being wrung from the fabric out over your boots before you're fully transferred into his noisy small intestines. [[Continue! ->Deeper and Deeper (Into Destiny M)]]

Now fully inside the dragon's intestines, you slide the initial sloped potion with a slimy squelch, taken to the scrunched flesh. Your hands press into the churning muscles, feeling the more velvety texture of his curling intestinal lining. The texture of food, too, having it squeeze against you in a tighter hold than his stomach. A slimy sensation, being sucked into the tight compression, squishing your arms together as the thick white flesh accepts your body. It seems used to dealing with larger lumps like you, accustomed to solids in a place designed for more liquid contents. The food inside squirts along, glugged by the breathy squeeze of muscles that slowly usher you through. Engulfed in a fleshy squeeze, the squishy tunnel rolls thick muscles that form a ring around your body. It smothers in a slimy compression, massaging down your length from boots to arms ahead of you. It doesn't give much wiggle room between the tight churns, filling any gaps with a sheet of sticky slime and gooey chyme that whines as it's squeezed. It floods your clothes, rubbing bubbles against your body to spit them out near your head and out of your sleeves. That sweet honey scent still fills the air around you, continuing with the new sticky digestive fluids drooling from the wriggly walls. As well as the dense scent of his lunch, now in the next stage of digestion but not harsh in smell due to his magic. You can feel the villi lining the wall smoosh against your clothes, rubbing loosely in a lazy squish. While small, you do see them all along the tubular flesh, able to watch the little nubs shift with moving muscle. Highlighted by food trickling through, grayish brown mush lining the divots and textures, watching veggies sift along with rich colors being digested. The velvety texture almost tickles when the thick peristaltic churns roll through, compressing tight to your body as you're pushed slowly along. A scrunch of flesh, sometimes squeezing you in place with a sloshing, purposeful mechanism to his muscles, carrying out an autonomous process that's harmless to you. Then it presses in a gurgly whine, helping slide you through the squishy bends, flattening portions out as your weight sags the malleable flesh. [[Rub the intestinal flesh->Rubbing the villi of Destiny (M)]] [[Wiggle around ->Small intestinal wiggle (M)]] [["I think I'd like to teleport out!"->Quick way out (Of Destiny M Deep)]] [[Relax and enjoy the lengthy ride through his small intestines.->Intestinal Transit (M)]]

You slush your hands left and right, rubbing over the various lumps and wiggling villi. The slimy squish of white flesh fills the gaps between your digits, pressing the thick slime and chyme through your fingers. It feels like the walls lick against your palms, sifting the villi in a cushy squish while you press around. Gooey food mush squishes against your rubbing hands, slathering the gooey matter across his walls, letting the villi better smear to absorb his meal. Your surroundings vibrate as the dragon rumbles happily, feeling you rub his intestinal lining, jostling the loose coils of his digestive tract. The tension you feel in the walls relaxes when you press, sinking your hands into the squishy flesh until the muscles roll through. The muscular squeeze works its way up your body, compressing your arms together, only able to wiggle your fingers to the pressing walls. Then it passes so you can push back at the loosening muscles, feeling the tension leave once more in an endless cycle. You feel the drooling food web around when the tunnel opens slightly, flowing over your hands to pool along the floor once more. [[Continue!->Intestinal Hub (Of Destiny M)]]

You decide to give a happy wiggle. Embraced snug in churning flesh, you shift around, making the spot you're in sway a little. A noisy squelching spits with slobbery bubbles slipping around your body, making slimy sounds. Your weight rocks the squeezing tube, jostling around to bump the surrounding maze of his intestines. Gooey, sticky fluids and food slosh, wet groans, and localized whines bubble while you move. You can wiggle even when the flesh tightens, holding you firm in rhythmic peristalsis, continuing its work regardless of your squirms, and working you over in a smooth compression. Your jostles get a chuckle out of the dragon, feeling his gut bob as your movements tickle deep inside his intestinal tracks. Then you feel his body shift, and the walls push inward at your location. You wiggle around while his tongue drags up his lower belly in a muffled slurp, lifting his scales to bounce you back into place. A happy rumble follows, and he relaxes with your squirms, knowing you're having a nice time traveling within his winding intestines. [[Continue!->Intestinal Hub (Of Destiny M)]]

It's a long trip. After your initial exploration and feeling around, it just makes you want to relax this deep inside the dragon. The constant curl and kneading of compressing muscles are soothing, working you over again and again. Mushy chyme burping around your body, sifting in digestive enzymes, lathering to your body in bubbly whines. From boots to head, sloshing the gooey food along with you the whole time. His flesh cups your legs, rolling a ring of thick muscles in a lazy wave, sucking over your clothes with a wet whine. It massages with pressing villi, smooshing around your waist before the flesh around your feet begins to slacken, taking seconds just to do so. Then it continues to swallow your belly and back, spreading gooey slime across your body. You feel the fluid flow over your head as it's pushed, as well as the curling flesh crinkling to consume your upper half. It shapes to your relaxed body, folding your shoulders inward, swallowing slowly to the pits of your arms. It kneads over, releasing your limp lower half as it moves over the upper half, squishing to your arms, neck, head, and then hands before continuing its muscular path inside his body. It happens again and again, shifting and squishing in different waves of compressing flesh. Each time seems to soak up more of his meal, almost making the mush vanish as you go along, feeling less and less, same with seeing the chyme less present. While it does, you feel more energized, like you were the one who just ate. His food looks to get fully digested, in time leaving nothing behind, scrubbing your body clean like you’re a sponge to be wrung. Villi licks your clothes, pushing any food out to soak it up, leaving you completely clean in time. His enzymes wash you like a bath, taking away anything clung to your body, cleaning up his flesh until there's nothing left. Now in his empty intestines, a scent of honey hides any trace he ever ate, though you still hear his meal being processed still, listening to his stomach bubbling with what's left of lunch. You feel yourself being slowly pushed along, bending around the intestinal curves inside the one-way maze. The sensations are relaxing, constantly feeling the warm press of muscles on your body, slurping with slime and gooey tunes as you travel. Your limp state slides you easily along, taking you through the honey-scented tunnel. The feeling of villi scrunching up your clothes, flesh kneading, guts bubbling with cozy noises. His heartbeat is more distant, same with the rush of his lungs, and the gurgling in his stomach groans its increasingly hollow tunes with food mostly trickling through his intestines. Your current spot fills your hearing mostly, listening to the immediate surroundings of flesh pressing against you. [[Take a nap as you progress->Intestinal Nap! (M)]]

You're inside the dragon's small intestines, feeling the thick, rolling flesh squeeze and usher you through his body. Hot, humid, and slimy, you're free to do what you can while being pushed along, listening the bustling ambience within Destiny gurgle. Surrounded by gooey chyme, traveling along with his liquifying lunch. [[Rub the intestinal flesh->Rubbing the villi of Destiny (M)]] [[Wiggle around ->Small intestinal wiggle (M)]] [["I think I'd like to teleport out!"->Quick way out (Of Destiny M Deep)]] [[Relax and enjoy the lengthy ride through his small intestines.->Intestinal Transit (M)]]

You close your eyes, feeling like you've had a large meal yourself, soaking in the ambience of Destiny's small intestine. The firm compresses, gooey suction of moving flesh, surrounded by a comfy heat. It's easy to find some sleep, knowing this tour takes a while, pressed inches at a time over minutes with his slow muscles. You can only wait as his body works you along, held snug inside the dragon's guts. It'll be some time before you reach his bowels, so you relax, sink, and enjoy a little nap as you're taken along the squishy sleeping bag. [[Continue!->Waking within the small intestines (Of Destiny M)]]

His bowels work as he sleeps, rolling the flesh around your body, compressing lightly to lazily usher you forward. You find that you have the space to crawl, able to nudge your arms in the ringed ribs lining the walls. They sink to your weight, squishy despite the rigid look, simply letting slimy mucus pool in the baggy slopes. You make your way along, listening to the various squirts and blurps of the dragon's sleepy colon, hearing the gooey sounds of gurgling guts. His steady breaths gently rock his belly, and the heart pulses a distance away, yet felt through his pressing flesh. The rhythmic noises join the loud gastric groans, listening to bubbles flub around your body and through your clothes, squelching as muscles press your body. It's easier to traverse the squishy tunnel. Lazy flesh is designed to move you along, squeezing firm every so often just to usher you forward. More straightforward, not curling or bending, seeming to get closer to his stomach as you travel. You hear the organ in time, taking the first bend of his colon, then feel the hollow groans of the belly pressed against the side wall. You're looping around his body, hugged against the maze of small intestines. He gives sleepy rumbles as you move along, jiggling his guts with a happy vibration, dampened by the flesh all around. It isn't until you round the next bend that you hear a big draconic yawn, followed by a long, tense stretch that slurps you through the tightening tunnel. A breathy sigh sinks his gut, listening to the slumbering dragon wake up. There's his heart thumping harder after the stretch, breaths irregular for a moment while his body stirs. [[Continue! ->Into the Rectum (Of Destiny M)]]

With the sudden yet slow awakening, you also feel the flesh get smoother, followed by a slippery slide that takes you along. You spill into the dragon's cushy rectum, landing at the end of his digestive system. A wrinkly pouch inside his body, warm, soft, and slimy. You bobble a little after your sliding entrance, curling up a little after being stretched out for hours. Then there's a sudden couple of clenches in the cushioned muscles, cupping around you in squishy hugs. "There you are!" You hear the dragon's voice through his scales and hear the breath leave his distant lungs to form them. He gives a chuckle that bobs his rectum a bit, wobbling the soft chamber as it holds loose flesh to your body. "Looks like you've reached the end of your journey! I feel you just got there, so take your time! Unless you've had enough. You can wiggle your way out, I can let you out, or teleport you out! Just give me a heads up whenever you want to leave." He rumbles out, happy to have given you a tour of his body. [["A little longer!"->Staying in the hammock (Of Destiny M)]] [["I'll leave myself!"->Wiggling out of Destiny (M)]] [["Can you let me out?"->Evicted by Destiny (M)]] [["I'd be more comfortable being teleported!" ->Teleported out of Destiny (M)]]

You just arrived inside his rectum, wanting to look at the padded room a little before leaving. He acknowledges your choice with a rumble, happy to keep you a little longer. So you look around, looking at the curled-up flesh, folds, and wrinkles. Slimy anal juices stick around, drooling to pool at the bottom of the chamber, though not all that much in excess. There's the way you came through, showing a small hole that's loose, still open with some mucus sloughing out. Clearly, it stretched wide and did to let you through. Then there's his anus at the other side, and you're huddled up between the two holes, watching the pinched white flesh of the exit quivering. The flesh is pouchy and loose. It sinks with your weight, seeming to cup to you in a smooth hold. There's no undulating, churning, or pushing aside from if he moves or muscles reacting to the movements from you. It's squishy, lounging in a hammock of white flesh that's rather relaxing after being squeezed through his intestines, able to stretch and wobble the dormant sack. He doesn't mind you pushing around, relaxing as you take your time. It's warm like the rest of his body, wet, noisy, and smells like honey. Gooey squelches whine if you shift, moving bubbles around in slimy wrinkles, and the occasional pinch of the exit follows. You can tell he feels this place more than the rest of his digestive tract, sensing the jitter in the flesh when you do anything. Your hands run along the folds, opening wrinkles as you explore, feeling the smooth and cushy areas. Soft and able to stretch, a holding chamber that's holding you, relaxed to gently press the dormant muscles against you. It's like it sticks rather than pushes, simply resting on your body, having a cushion before feeling anything firm. [["I'll leave myself!"->Wiggling out of Destiny (M)]] [["Can you let me out?"->Evicted by Destiny (M)]] [["I'd be more comfortable being teleported!" ->Teleported out of Destiny (M)]]

You look at the way out, thinking of doing the job yourself. Crawling out of a dragon sounds fitting since you crawled in. The exit is pinched shut, yet relaxed from what you can tell, even slacker after you announce your plan to his flesh. It's not the first sphincter you've squeezed through, knowing you'll be able to slide your hands out. So you do just that, taking your left and right hands to form a prying grip on each side of his inner anus. It pinches at the touch, squishing your fingers together before the initial poke still surprises the dragon. He relaxes again, letting you work, going still so that you can wiggle your way out of his body. You slide your hands out, breaching the backside of the dragon to feel the cool air on your fingertips, having a little gust waft in to pull out the air around you. It lets you press your arms out, stretching the sphincter with your head poking free from the dragon. His anus gives a little pinch around your chest, curling almost to take you back in as it relaxes. Though that's not the dragon's intent, seeing his body curled and his head watching you work, staring, happy to see you again. Your legs slush a little without any footing, but your arms press against his outer scales to compensate, seeing the outside world at an angle as he's laid on his side. You look down to see his inner left leg surrounded by grass, not blinded by afternoon light, given his glow kept you adjusted. If anything, it's all the colors that disorient you, but that doesn't distract from your objective. You slowly slide yourself out of his relaxed anus, feeling flesh curling in a firm hold that drags you clothes. Gravity takes hold of your upper half after your arms are fully extended, making it out to your waist before you end up bending down. Then you slide the whole way out with the tuck of your legs, sloughing down his scales to settle on his inner leg with a trail of anal slime in your wake. He rumbles happily, bending forward to deliver a lick, lapping you off his scales and into the grass. The dragon adjusts after, looking you over as slime magically cleans from your body. "And that's the full tour! Anything else you may want to do?" [[Continue!->Choice of Destiny]]

He rumbles happily, swaying his tail. "Of course! Listening to a full stomach is cozy, so you're more than welcome to come lay on mine!" He lazily rolls onto his back, offering a paw to help you up. [[Continue!->Onto the stomach of Destiny (M)]]

You step onto his large paw, more so laying on it so as to not slip off. He lifts you up, gently depositing you onto his soft gut, feeling his thick scales beneath your weight. Already, you hear his stomach working over his meal, gurgles groaning out, vibrating the organ on the other side of his scales. You lay there with your belly to his, head resting to hear his belly churning, listening to the activity inside. Breathy gurgles, healthy groans, thick bubbling squelches rumbling within. His stomach churns slowly, listening to the flesh curl, hearing the muffled squirts that are dampened by his body. Though it's comfortable to hear, resting comfortably atop the dragon's soft belly, feeling the warmth of his body surrounded to stave off the chilly air. You're laying on a dragon's stomach, hearing his stomach noisily digest his lunch. Gooey suctions, wet squelching, the bubbling burps bumbling about inside. Vibrations of churns disrupting his meal, not letting the food settle for long, constantly trying to mix it all with digestive juices. Long croaks, gurgling gargles of rice, chicken, and veggies become more acquainted with his gut as the food squeezes together. [[Rub his stomach->Rubbing the noisy belly of Destiny (M)]] [[Stay for a while ->Restiny (M)]] [[Hop off to explore elsewhere->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

You rub his stomach while you're there, getting the dragon to rumble happily. Your hands press down on his gut, shifting back and forth to massage the soft scales. As well as push at his meal inside, helping the dragon's stomach work his meal over, audibly sloshing when you rub. Breathy groans roll out with your palms kneading at the full organ, feeling the full belly through his scales. While nothing quite descript, you note heavy squirts, chunky shifts, and the vibration of wobbles responding to your explorative pushing. You disrupt air trapped inside, making the belly noisy, and getting him to rumble happily. Large blorps and gooey glorps gurgle around, feeling the organ shift around inside his body. Staying in place, but squeezing under his scales, rolling back and forth the harder you press. He doesn't mind at all, enjoying your company after a meal, letting you push and press as much as you like while you lay there listening to his stomach. [[See if you can rub a burp out->Belchstiny (M)]] [[Stay for a while ->Restiny (M)]] [[Hop off to explore elsewhere->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

You decide you want to loaf on his gut. The soft scales, cozy heat, and thick gurgles on the other side are comfy. He's like a big bed, sinking on the soft nature of his belly, feeling the movements of his body beneath you. There's the rattling rise and fall of his chest, inhales and exhales breathing in rhythm as he relaxes. The steady beat of his happy heart thumping brings a soothing bump to his scales. Then, of course, the various noises squirting about inside his gut, keeping yourself pressed to the warm spot to listen in. The longer you're there, the gooier his innards get. A slurch, bubbling gurgle, and increasingly frothy groan sloshes in his gut. You listen to mechanical digestion work, growing more active after soaking his food in acid. A mushy sound, listening to chyme being squeezed, mixed, and churned. There's even the slushy lurch glugging some of the thick lunch smoothie into his small intestines, hearing the muffled squirts and trickles lower in his body. More noise, the bustling gurgles of dragon guts beneath your body, and you lay there listening to it all. Even the dragon seems to take a post-lunch snooze, and as his body digests his food, you feel yourself get sleepy, too, like you've had a meal yourself. You question the magical dragon silently on his stomach, but ultimately, you find your eyes heavy. Your weight sinks on his belly, laying on it like a noisy water bed, drifting off to sleep as the churning sludge of his former meal burps along his digestive system. [[Doze off with Destiny ->DestinyIsBed (M)]]

With all the air inside, you bet you can push a belch out of the dragon. You note that when you press hard, you can feel the bubbles inside collect, blorping through his meal to travel with your hands. Settled facing his chest, you push the groans toward his throat, coaxing the relaxing dragon to let it out. He knows what you're doing. It's obvious with your movements, especially feeling the bubbles put pressure at the base of his neck. He gives a bobbing chuckle, then obliges your objective, giving a little flex that sends the air out of his gut. You feel the suction inside his stomach, sinking as he burps it out, vibrating through his upside-down neck and wafting out of his cracked jaws. He's too relaxed to muffle it, letting the stomach air loosely jostle from his throat into the surrounding grass. The hot waft blankets over the ground, visable in the cool atmosphere as a diffusion fog that's blown by a breeze from his jaws. You hear his belly scrunch, cupping his food inside in a compressing hug, now holding the bowl of lunch tight to better digest his large meal. [[Stay for a while ->Restiny (M)]] [[Hop off to explore elsewhere->Choice of Destiny (M)]]

You wake up with the sun beating down. A cool breeze on your back as a hollow growl vibrates your bed. The hazy, somewhat groggy sensation fogs your mind up until you remember where you are. On top of a dragon's belly, listening to the empty organ and vacant intestines grumble about that fact. Smooth white plates, looking at Destiny lazily snoozing, and it looks like you've slept through the entire night. Into the afternoon too! Looking at the sun and recognizing the dragon has fully digested his meal from yesterday. Destiny awakens with a rumbling yawn, lifting his chest with the inhale, then exhaling it out with a rumble. He curves his neck to look at you, eyes squinting at the sun as he realizes the time of day and the vacancy of his stomach too. "Goodness! Slept the whole day away!" He rumbles noting you're still on his stomach. "And it looks like you did too! Oh well, we can pick up where we left off!" His paw wanders over and scoops you up, taking you back to the ground before his snout, laying back down so you can get back to exploring. [[Continue! ->Choice of Destiny]]