The tip of the tongue wedges under your legs and flips you out of the saliva. Midair, it wraps around your body, and slings it to the base of the tongue. The slope of the muscled appendage becomes ever steeper as it slowly rises.

You can’t keep yourself from sliding down the slippery tongue, so you just continue to nuzzle it as this is happening, accepting your fate. “I’m ready to be sent to my room now, Bad.”

Deep rumblings echo from below. “Your bedroom awaits you, princess.” The tongue rises vertically. Throat muscles embrace you, slowly leading you down toward the tube of flesh.

There's rain and harsh wind outside, but in my belly, it's warm and calm. It's where you belong."

You start to tremble again slightly. This time, however, out of excitement and not fear.

The tongue unwraps and forms a slide toward a swallowing hole. A cozy warmth radiates from the opening.

In order to slide down with ease, you let your body go limp. It’s time for you to enjoy yourself. You giggle with exciting noises.

The tongue slowly swings up, making the slide ever steeper.

You drift down the tongue and enter the throat. Letting out a loud wheeee on the way.

The warm walls of the swallowing hole press together, hugging you tightly.

You moan in joy as you slide down, happy as can be.

You are massaged by the walls surrounding you pulling you down deeper and deeper.

A splash of warm saliva rushing down the throat pushes you further. The tunnel widens at the end, and you are dropped into a soft room of flesh.

"Ooooohhhhh!" You slide into and down the end of the swallowing hole smoothly, occasionally being stopped as the muscles press against you.

The walls caress you, like 100 limbs touching you all at once. The slickness all around you makes you feel as if you’re wearing a furtight bodysuit, just that you’re not wearing one; it wears you within itself.

You can't help but give out some moans of appreciation as you slide down, eventually reaching the bottom of the throat.

A warm bath awaits you in the stomach. "I hope you like the jacuzzi," booms the voice from above.

You land in the liquids awaiting you, and it is just as comforting as you imagined.

You can feel the warmth radiating from all around you. The floor of the stomach is soft and bouncy. It's like you’re playing in a kiddy pool.

"Haha, this is nice, thanks big dragon," you say happily as you begin to play around and enjoy yourself in fun.

The soft room gurgles noisily around you as you adjust yourself to your new environment. Wet, warm, soft, bouncy, you love it. “Hehe, I’m at my final destination, Bad. Time to stop the rumbles in your tumblies.”

The rumblings indeed stop. “Mmm, I believe your room likes you as much as you like it. I couldn’t have stopped the rumblings myself. It was all your doing.”

“I do love my room. And I’m glad I was able to help.” It’s all just too good to believe. You crouch down and massage your surroundings. “Can we talk a little more before I’m lulled to sleep?”

“With something in my belly, I’m getting drowsy myself, but sure, why not? What would you like to talk about, my little pony?”

“I’m curious, why do you keep so many bones in your den? Are they some sort of trophy collection for you?”

“Nah, I’m just too lazy to take out the trash. And then with time, I get used to having the stuff around. If I throw anything away now, it will feel as if the den is missing something.”

“Hmm, maybe I should order you to clean up since I am your princess,” you joke while attempting to undo the ponytails the dragon tied from your tail and mane.

There was silence for a while, then the dragon spoke, “There, everything is clean.” Under his breath, he whispers, “Not that you can confirm it in any way, hehe.”

You roll your eyes but play along anyway. “Good Bad.”

The dragon scoffs.

“Bad? Do you ever feel lonely, or unhappy?”

“It’s not so simple.” The dragon sighs. “Let me tell you a story, pony. It’s common knowledge that dragons have phenomenal eyesight, but I don’t think anypony knows just to what extent. To put it mildly, hawks are essentially blind compared to dragons.

“I sometimes walk outside and observe the world below. I can see every detail without getting noticed from afar. “Some time ago, I watched foals playing in the playground. There was a lone filly who walked beside them. She found a molehill and started to dig at it. Then a chasing filly smashed into her by accident, knocking her face first into the dirt. When she eventually got up on her legs, a stray ball hit her from behind, shoving her head back in the mud.

“She jerked up and ran away to the maze at the edge, crying all the way there. Nopony had played there because the routes were too narrow. She found solace and safety there. And in the center of it, she discovered a sandbox.

“To this day, she still plays there by herself. Is she lonely or unhappy? Hard to say. I’d venture she’s content. She sometimes raises her head in curiosity when the foals get extra playful outside of her maze, but she never goes to join them. She tried once and it was horrible.

“In some ways, the filly reminds me of me. Am I lonely, or unhappy? I’m not sure I can answer that.

“And you, pony. Are you happy?”

“I’m happiest when I make others happy. In a sense I try to brighten up people’s rainy days, and that in turn creates a rainbow over my soul.” You rub the dragon’s tummy from within.

“I must say, you fulfilled your destiny today.” The dragon rubs on the belly with a claw. “You certainly made me happy.”

“I’m glad.” You yawn. “One last question before I sleep.”

“Fire it out,” Bad says before lying down. A ray of light illuminates the inside from above as the dragon yawns.

“It’s silly, really, but. . . Do you enjoy burping after meals?” You ask timidly.

“Let me check.” The stomach trembles as the out-worldly grumblings echo from within and without. When the trembling subsides, the dragon adds, “Yes, that was quite enjoyable, indeed.”

“Hehe, nice one… yawn…” You curl up and prepare to sleep. “Hey, maybe we can go meet that little filly sometime…” You say, drifting off.

“Nah, she just wants to be left alone to her own devices. We couldn’t change her ways even if we tried. Everything is as it should be.”

“If you say so…” You drift off to sleep.

“I know so.” The dragon sighs.

Author's Note

Gdoc