VR Vore

The four women were disrobing, preparing to enter their chambers. In preparation for the event, they
began to rub a transparent gel over each other, naked flesh glistening in the bright light.

"This is going to be great!" exclaimed Betty, as the tall blond was tying back her long hair for the
chamber. "We finally get to live our fantasies: being swallowed alive!"

"Maybe so Betts, but remember, it ain't real, don't panic or freak out or anything" warned Dawn, the gel
practically glowing over her athletic ebony form.

"Still, in many ways its better than reality." mentioned up Shanna "We can meet prehistoric creatures,
and mythic beasts as well as real creatures. I just wish we didn't need to put all this gunk on." she
pouted as the gel had made her formally wavy fire hair a dripping mess.

"The gel will allow us to actually feel everything, except pain of course. This new simulator will
provide detail so great it will be impossible to tell that it isn't real." Tara mentioned as the finally put
away her spectacles before gelling her face and raven hair. "Still, if anyone wants a MORE genuine
experience, there are enclosures of genetically engineered animals. Who knows what may be arranged
for a price?"

They pause, and seem to consider, before bursting out laughing.

Each climbs into a tank, and strap themselves in, and place their masks on. The hatches slowly close,
sealing them in darkness. Warm fluid fills each chamber, exactly body temperature. All sensation of
touch disappears. Even the sound of their breathing and heart beat is canceled out by a subtle sound
feeding back though speakers. It is as if they are alone in the most perfect darkness in all the universe.

Then flashes of light seem to appear as magnetic fields begin to stimulate the visual cortex and other
sensory areas of the brain. Sexual excitement and pleasure could be stimulated in this fashion as well.
Slowly the flashes of light seemed to take on a pattern as the computers adjusted their interface with
each unique brain. Then it resolved into a glowing colorful menu of glowing text, of godlike
proportions floating in a starry void.

*DRAGON
*TYRANNOSAUR
*GIANT CROCODILE
*GIANT SHARK
*WHALE
*GIANT SAND WORM
*OTHER OPTIONS

It was clear that the last user had left some of the choices above. They began to consider their choices.
What to be eaten by?
ROUND ONE: Dawn Vs Crocodile: EAT!

Dawn pondered the list, If I take too long one of these other girls might decide I chickened out. No way
is that happening to me! She scrolled though the list of creatures, stopping at the crocodile. Hmmm,
they always looked like a good time, she mused. Bringing up the image, she gasped. At over 40' long
the giant Nile crocodile rested upon the banks of a river, morning sunlight gleaming gold across every
scale as if it were some sort of bronze-age god. Always fascinated with the great reptiles, she knew she
had to have him, or rather, be had by him.

She selected “CROCODILE” and the lights faded to darkness.

She opened her eyes. Sitting up on a muddy bank, preached in tropical sunlight, she found herself
dressed in torn clothing and carrying a small amount of survival gear. Looking out, she could see the
dazzling reflections of the sun on a broad river, with mist shrouded jungle on either side. On her side of
the river, a number of nude women were washing clothes in the river, song accompanying the clatter of
their beats and bangles.

One came over to help her up. “Are you well, Miss? The hot sun can cause some to faint.”

“Yeah, I'm OK. So, what's the deal? Anyone seen a crocodile around here?” asked Dawn.

“Yes, indeed. The Great One comes here often. Have you come for him?”

“Maybe, if he's good.” answered Dawn to the perplexed woman.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the scene is shattered as a glittering hill of scaled heaves itself onto the
beach. Vast eight foot jaws scoop up one of the women. The monstrous throat pouch bulges as massive
muscles raise the jaws into the air, and the naked women is swallowed with a rumbling gulp.

Shocked, Dawn simply stares, running her hands into her pants. The great jaws sweep sideways
enveloping two more figures who bounce about on the broad yellow tongue. The great jaws close, and
they disappear from the world. Then the vast reptile gaps his jaws at her, and she can see down the
throat. Rippling flesh opens and closes, and the two women appear and disappear, each time appearing
deeper into the reptile, until the lurch sideways out of sight with a gurgle.

As the monstrous crocodile turns his attention to another, Dawn rips her clothes off and runs straight at
the sixteen foot bloated belly. She jumps upon the glittering bulge of flesh and hugs it. Inside she can
hear the splash and gurgle of another woman entering the devouring organ, as well the moans of those
within over the gurgling of digestion. Panting she begins to hump against the scaly flesh, felling the
hard knobs grinding against her.

“Nooo!” she hears. Looking, she sees the massive neck swell, raising the head again. Out of the jaws an
hand flails briefly, then disappears within. The neck swells with another rumbling swallow. She hears
the woman splash within, wiling and struggling on the other side of that armored fleshy wall. A
monstrous belch shakes her off the belly to the ground. Gaping his jaws in a lazy grin, the massive
crocodile brings a forelimb to his gut, then kicks back a muscular leg to let his gut sag a bit more. For
all the world he looks like he's going to just sit there, right in front of the village of screaming people,
and digest his meal in front of them.
And why shouldn't he, Dawn wondered. There were no weapons in sight, there was nothing they could
do to the armored leviathan. He had conquered this village entirely, and was simply coming for his
regular tribute of flesh. In his way, this colossal reptile had conquered and ruled more completely than
any man has ever done. Dawn burned with need for him. Distantly she wondered if these were real
people, being eaten by a real monster, if her feelings would be all that different. All she knew is that
this massive male was one the only one she could ever give herself completely to.

“Please” begged one of the women “my sister is inside the Great One. Please rescue her.”

“You got it, sweetie.” Dawn said, giving the sobbing woman a kiss before making her way over to the
contentedly rumbling reptile.

She lines herself up in front of the gaping jaws. She takes one last look to admire the massively
powerful frame and the swollen gut that is her destination. Then she stares at the gaping jaws, jagged
fangs and broad yellow tongue surrounding an undulation cave of glistening flesh leading into the
depths of the crocodile.

Dawn begins running, slim athletic muscles rippling across her as she pumps her arms and legs in a
dead on sprint. Giving a yell, she jumps, arms outstretched, torpedoing past the deadly jaws. She lands
on the moist tongue, bouncing once before the jaws close in a thunderclap. Writhing on the slick flesh
in darkness, she can feel the world tilting downward, but the enormous strength of the huge tongue
keeps her flattened against the roof of the mouth. When she is almost completely upside down, light
enters the world again as the jaws gape wide. With a whoop she slides across the tongue head first into
the gaping organic pit of the throat.

With a loud slurp esophageal flaps close about her body, dragging her into the moist darkness of the
reptile's throat. Tightly gripped by oozing bands of muscle on all sides, a series of ripples undulate
across her, into the depths of the beast. Dawn groans and writhes in the embrace of the full body
massage, panting in the stale air. A deep regular booming begins to grow louder, the rumble of the
titan's huge heart.

With a slurp she is ejected into the massive belly of the conquering crocodile. The stale acid
atmosphere is somewhat breathable, and is filled with the moans of the women within, the boom of the
leviathan's heart, and the rumble of digestion. All about can be felt not only the rippling muscular
digestive walls, the the countless writhing naked bodies all around her, as they are crushed together
within the massive belly.

She reaches into her belt, pulls forth a glow stick and cracks it. Green light shows the spectacle of
digestion. Glistening wrinkled flesh undulates rhythmically, needing together the soaking wet naked
women, their writhing forms rolling over each other as they come in and out of view.

“Please, take me from here!” cries one “Rescue me!”

“I'll take you to another place.” says Dawn, as she embraces the other woman. She places the glow
stick between them, and they both groan as the belly squeezes them together, forcing the glowing wand
deep into both. Light appears and disappears as they pump the wand into each other, gasping and
panting in the thin air. Then they both cry out in darkness gripping each other tightly, and the plastic
wand within in a convulsing grip.
As Dawn begins to fade, she runs a hand across the oozing belly wall digesting her, while cuddling the
other woman. This is true power, true might she thought. How could anything compare to this? If faced
with the possibility of being swallowed in real life, would she choose to be eaten, consumed?

As Dawn fades, she and her companions are treated to a sight of the vast dozing reptile, now sleeping
off his huge meal. Village women come to lay beads and shells by the bloated carnivore, honoring him
and those within, now becoming a part of him. He gapes wide for a thunderous belch, that propels a
sopping wet glow rod onto the sand.

“You GO girl!” Dawn's friends cheer. “I can't believe you did that, I don;t think I could.” says another.

“Sure you can” replied Dawn, grinning, I expect everybody's got it in them to get eaten. Now it one of
YOUR turns!”

ROUND TWO: Tara Vs. Snake: EAT!

Tara opened her eyes, taking in the lush steamy tropical jungle, just visible outside the hut's doorway.
Though the stone walls kept the sun out, they did little to lessen the stifling heat of wherever she was.
Wherever it was though, the chanting and singing outside sounded happy and cheerful.

Two women entered the hut, naked except for stone jewelry and paint glistening on tan skin. “You slept
in, and are not ready yet. Do not worry, we will help you.” Tara obliges them at they rub her down with
pigments, creating a complex pattern across her skin. “Now you will be a proper offering.”

Then the two women lead her out into the village proper. Collections stone buildings gleam in sun,
white stucco covered in highly stylized representations of serpentine creatures. Everywhere clouds are
singing and chanting, naked except for body paint and jewelry as the jump up and down.

It was the towns other residents that so quickly caught the attention though. Massive anacondas, many
about thirty feet in length, dozed in the tropical sun. Most had one or more large bulges, with a
distinctly human outline. Tara runs over to one and touched the scaled bulge. She can feel it shift from
within hears a faint moan fro within. Throwing her arms around the serpent and women within, she can
feel her writhe in her fleshy cocoon, though the bloated reptile barely stirs from his food torpor.

Looking around the town, she can see a woman enwrapped in enormous muscular coils, bucking and
moaning in sexual frenzy with the serpent. Another is being engulfed headfirst into a set of impossibly
yawning jaws, while her lower body is still pumping against the anaconda's coils. Yet another snake has
a pair of shapely legs kicking out of his distended maw, while the writhing form of the woman within
seems to actually be pulling herself deeper within.

Tara starts towards one of the massive serpents, already wet with excitement. “No, no honored guest!”
exclaim the women next to her. “They are not for you. They are mere children. You will have the honor
of appeasing our god!” With that they lead Tara away, and she is unable to contain her disappointment.

She is brought past a cluster of feeding serpents to a large step pyramid. Blinding white stucco is
covered in highly stylized serpent images. A massive and realistically proportioned anaconda statue
winds it's way up around the pyramid, brilliantly colorful scales forming an iridescent pattern flashing
in the sun, with the massive head of the statue resting on the top of the pyramid.
Apparently that's supposed to be a pyramid dedicated to Quetzaquoatl, Tara mused. Though they have
it all wrong, Quetz was supposed to be a benign being that didn't take sacrifices, and Aztec sacrifices
weren't swallowed anyways. You'd think whoever designed this would have taken the time to get this
right, or at least have some kind of explanation why all the myths were changed in this fashion. Why
the statue dosen't even look like Quetz at all, more like some giant snake, so why...

The statue flicked its tongue.

Oh my God, thought Tara. The serpent wrapped entirely around the pyramid, had to be at least 200 feet
long, with a blocky cottage sized head that rose slowly to the cheers of his worshipers. All theorizing
done with, Tara began to feel herself as she walked towards the awesome serpent. Making her way up
the crowded steps, she pauses to feel the sun-warmed scales, each the size of a gleaming shield.

The gleaming reptile yawed wide, revealing a cavern of moist flesh, then lowered his head to his cheer
ind worshipers. Naked women at the pyramid's top stuffed themselves inside, struggling forms soon to
disappear into the reptile's throat. Those below then moved up to be swallowed in turn, and the line of
sacrifices began to move up the steps. Tara paused to feel the serpent's sides, and fell the slight budges
of the women slide past, still moaning within their god.

At the top of the pyramid, the snakes mouth is more clear. Women leap over the dagger like teeth near
the edges, toboggan over the slick pink flesh of the floor, and then slip into the throat, legs waving
briefly before sliding out of sight. The two women who came with her turn ans say “Come! We will be
with our god forever!” and jump inside their defied serpent. As she watches them slide out of sight,
Tara hesitates. Snakes, and how they eat have always turned her on, but all this seemed a bit much.

The long black forked tongue of the monster snake flicks out, searching for more food. One of the tips
slides up her legs, then slips inside her already wet folds. She cries out, grasping the moist muscle as
the quivering tip flicks back and forth within her. Hugging and pumping against the tongue, Tara grabs
the other end of forked tongue, wraps her mouth about it and begins to suck on it. Her cries are muffled
as she begins to contract around both parts of the snakes tongue penetrating her.

The snake's muscular tongue drives deep, and then lifts Tara off the ground, drawing her into the
serpent's jaws. She pushes back against the lower end, while drawing in more into her throat,
impossibly trying to get the two thick muscles to meet in her middle. The tongue shoves her into the
wet silky folds of the throat, which close about her. Powerful muscular contractions take over, actually
sucking her off of the tongue. She gives a disappointed sigh as the tongues pull out of her, her grip on
the tongues no match for the serpent's grip on her.

Tara luxuriates in the sensation of the moist rippling flesh slowly milking her ever deeper into the
serpent. Over the slow breathing and heartbeat of the monster reptile, she can hear the murmurs of the
other women, still praising their god. A ring of muscle opens to admit her into the long digestive cavity
of the snake, already filled with withing, moaning women. Strangely, a multicolored spectral light
illuminates the scene, as the crawl over one another, soaked with digestive juices.

Tara recognizes one of the women guides form the town. “Will you join us in love honored guest?” she
asks while feeling up her partner.

“Sorry, I'm hetero,” replied Tara “but I bet Dawn is having a blast watching this right now.”
The shifting light intensifies and the women began to cheer. Tara looked down as saw her self begin to
glow and diffuse, actually melting into the snake's flesh. There was a sensation of racing though blood
vessels and a massive heartbeat. She could sense that the other women were still with her somehow,
and could hear them singing with distant ghostly voices. Then she saw with the serpent's eyes.

The great serpent looked our over it's people, and the multitude of it's young being cared for. They were
hers, as it was clear that the serpent was femal, and the multitudes of women were feeding not just their
bodies nutrients into the hundreds of eggs within, but that each would emerge later, as one of her
children.

As the scene fades Tara can hear her friends cheering.

ROUND 3: Sandworm Vs. Betty: Eat!

Betty looked over the titles of items listed. Hmmm, Sandworm sounded like fun. A worm prpbably
wouldn't be very large, and sand would probably involve a beach. That sounded like a good time. She
selected “Sandworm”, humming to herself.

Light began to shine against her closed eyelids. She opened her eyes blinking against the harsh
sunlight. Loose robes fluttered in the dry wind as she sat up on the scorching sands, squinting in the
bright light. Endless waves of sand dunes stretched to the horizon.

“Oh Great! A desert! How can I get a tan here! This sun is just awful for my skin. I'll bet there isn't an
iced coffee for miles!”

One of the distant dunes seemed to be... moving. Static lighting played across the dunes surface.

“Hay, is that dune getting closer? That doesn't make any sense...”

The small mountain of sand exploded into the blunt armored head of an impossible worm a hundred
yards across. The head split apart, exposing a maw coated in thousands of crystalline teeth as the
leviathan shattered the air with an unearthly screech.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.....” gasped Betty, then she began to run. Pumping her arms, she sprinted across the
sands, her athletic figure making good time as she kicked up puffs of sand behind her. It felt like she
ran for hours, though it was only for a few minutes.

She fell to the ground panting, glancing about. The worm was nowhere to be seen.

“I guess I lost him” she said.

A tremor shook the dunes about her, and rising piles of sand began to grow in a circle about her. Betty
stood up as a bowl of sand the size of a football field began to cave in about her. “Oh shit, I should
know never to say that in a monster movie!” she screamed.

Bursting out of the sands above her were the leading edges of the maw of the sandworm. Glistening
walls of flesh housed thousands of gleaming crystal teeth that waved cataclysmal, flaching in the sun in
rainbow hues. “Oooooohhh! Your'e pretty!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
The mouth yawned wider and the pile of sand she stood upon began to be sucked down. She stared,
awed as the sun was cut off by the rising walls of the worms colossal throat. The sands seemed to
disintegrate, being sucked down more rapidly, and she had a brief sensation of falling before bouncing
to a halt on a moist membrane. Reclining on the worm's pharynx she could see the mouth hundreds of
feet above her, circling the sky, and flickering blue fires shining from below, glittering against the
undulating throat tissues. Thent with a thunderclap the mouth closed above her as the sandworm
swallower her.

“Wheeee!” she yelled as she slid along the slick undulating flesh of the throat. She would slide up a
ridge, become airborne for a moment, before splashing back onto the mucus slicked tunnel. The blue
flames ahead seemed to pules slowly, but were steadily growing brighter.

She slid over the last ridge as the light dimmed. Staring about she saw a rippeling organic cavern
hundreds of feet across. Scattered in is were broken vehicles, clothes, and even a few things that looked
like aircraft. Pores all around her yawned wide, hissing loudly. The air had a sharp tang to it and she
felt giddy.

“This is cool and all, but when are you going to actually EAT ME. Huh?” she laughed.

Arcs of electricity played across the cavern, and blue flames ignited over each of the thousands of
pores. “Oh.” Betty had time to say before her world filled with bright blue light.

“The ride was fun and all, but I expected something different.” mentioned Betty to her friends.

“I can see what you mean Betts”' mentioned Tara “but it was an interesting biological study.”

“You'rs up next, Shanna!” said Dawn “Make it hot and sexy!”

“Don;t worry everyone. I know exactly what I want.” Shanna addressed the computer. “I want a
dragon. European style, and male, very male. Also, I want it to be very realistic. I don't want to be able
to tell that it's a simulation.” She sighed, getting ready to live out the fantasy that had been her lifelong
obsession.

ROUND 4: Tara vs. Dragon: Eat!

After making her selection Tara waited in the darkness, smiling. At long last she would be able to fulfill
her lifelong fantasy. Since first hearing about the stories of maiden eating dragons, she would always
wonder what would happen if the rescuer never showed. Most of all she wondered what it would be
like if she was the maiden. She shuddered in pleasure.

She noticed the shuddering continuing all about her. There was a steady, though irregular bumping a
bouncing around her. That wasn't right. It almost felt as if the chamber were being moved, or dragged.
She also noticed that she hadn't heard from her friends for a while. “Hay, girls, can you hear me?” she
shouted. Nothing. She waited in the darkness. If something was wrong with the chamber, someone
would be by to open it soon. Her rescuer to save he from the dragon of a systems error.

Soon enough, the chamber vibrated again, and a crack of bright light entered the confines as the lid was
slowly raised. Blinking against the harsh light, she removed her breathing mask, and sat up in the
gelatin filled box.
She was in some sort of old cellar. Aged appearing walls of plastered brick arched overhead in a high
vault, from which modern LED light fixtures illuminated the halls. Pieces of art, statuary, and even a
old suit of armor stood in display cases, while gold coin collections and even a few stacks of bullion
were arranged tastefully. The three empty VR capsules, open and still partly full of gel disrupted the
image of a private museum. The Dragon, naturally, was the subject that inevitably drew the eye of
course.

The dragon possessed four limbs as well as a pair of bat-like wings, currently folded with care as he sat
upon his coiled tail. Gleaming red scales seemed to glow in the light, which alternated with patterns of
shining gold on the back, as well as gleaming golden bands of belly scales, that seemed to strain to
contain en enormous rounded gut. Rippling musculature banded along all four limbs, and a deep
heaving chest. Altogether, the dragon seemed to be sixty feet long, with a fang studded six foot horned
head. His golden cat-like eyes were staring straight at her as he cocked his head and said: “are you
quite all right?”

Tara wasn't quite sure how long she screamed. When she was done she had been handed a towel by the
dragoon to clean off the gel and noticed a mug of piping hot chocolate near her box. Clearly she was
still in the simulation. This was an inventive scenario, it had given her a bit of a shock.

“I'm sorry to have startled you.” rumbled the dragon, his deep voice sending pleasing ripples though
her. “I was given to understand that you wanted to meet a dragon.”

“Yeah, that's right.” replied Tara as she combed out and fluffed our her fiery hair. “I was supposed to
meet and be devoured by, a western European dragon. You look great by the way.”

“Why, thank you.” The dragon ducked his muzzle. “Might I add that you look positively delectable as
well.”

“The capsules ruin the realism though. They need to edit that out next time.”

The dragon simply rumbled in mirth.

“Thanks for the towel and cocoa, by the way. Now, let's get a closer look at you.” She patted the scaled
snorting snout and walked over the the leviathan's body towering before her.

She ran her hands over the dragon's massively muscled limbs, sighing. It was ridiculous to think of
armored knights defeating such a monster. Such a creature could have easily have conquered and ruled
an entire kingdom. An awesome being mightier than a king, and he was all hers. She admired the
massive and complex musculature of the chest, and how the wings joined. It almost looked as if the
creature could actually fly. Clearly the creators had put a lot of thought into this.

Walking under the heaving chest she stared at the swollen gut, easily ten feet across, belly scales
seeming to strain to contain the devoured prey within. “My God” she sighed “how many people can fit
in there? Will I be able to squeeze in too?”

“My dear, I can eat over a hundred people in one sitting, but usually I only do so on a fast before the
solstice. Ah, those were the days.” the dragon rumbled “For over five thousand years, regular
processions of maidens brought before me to be devoured, each solstice and equinox. Fear not though,
these days I am more regularly fed, and have plenty of room inside of me for you.”

“Five thousand years, then you must have eaten...”

“Two million, four hundred eighty two thousand, and three women over my life.” The dragon laid a
claw across his stretched gut and shook the chamber with his sigh. “Each one special, each unique.
They are all with me even now, for I have devoured their very essence as well their flesh.”

Tara leaned against the carnivores scaled belly, arms outreached, hugging it. Inside she could hear
bubbling and gurgling sounds as the vast digestive organ worked away it its prey. Faintly, she thought
she heard moans and cries, as well as the sloshing of movement. The thought of all those people
devoured, digested and consumed was too much. She needed to have this dragon now. Her fantasy
would at long last come true.

Tara crawled under the buldge of the gut to where the muscular tail bagan. She shoved both arms into
the crevice she found there, eliciting a snort from the gigantic reptile. Feeling around in those wet
confines, she found what she was searching for and pulled it forth.

Then dragon's bright red member was already three feet long and beginning to grow under her touch.
Panting she wrapped her arms about it, hugging the shaft and kissing the fluid oozing tip as if the organ
were her intimate lover. The world shook as the massive dragon reared up, and began pawing at the
vaulted roof. As the member grew rock hard and swelled to over six feet long, she began to pump
against it, twining her legs about the rocking shaft to stay on. Running her hands over swollen pulsating
veins, she stuck her tongue into the crevice and began to sip at the dragon's clear nectar pouring forth.

With an earth-shaking roar the leviathan came. Gallons of white dragon seed sprayed into her face,
each jet lasting a minute, leaving her gasping for air as she tried to drink the flood of pleasure. Spume
coated her body, making her purchase slippery even as the monstrous organ bucked wildly. She gave a
cry as she slipped from her perch, only to be caught by the dragon's outstretched hand. Rumbling he
held her in front of his spraying member, coating her in sprays of his cream.

He then raised her up to his muzzle, as his long prehensile tongue curled forth. Tara moaned in pleasure
as the dragon bathed her with his tongue, sliding over every inch of skin to clean off his seed, and leave
her glistening and clean. Then she gasped as the muscular tongue slid inside her. The tongue thrust
deep, twisting and curling as it explored her interior. Groaning and panting, Tara lost all control and
began contracting powerfully around the questing serpent.

She lay panting and exhausted as the dragon held her against his heaving breast, snorting muzzle
drawing in her scent and delivering affectionate licks from his long tongue. Tara ran her hands
affectionately across the dragon's muzzle and smiled into his golden eyes. “It's too bad you aren't real.
My God. That was the most awesome sex of my life, no man can ever compare after that. If you were a
real flesh and blood dragon I do believe that I would let you eat me. Ohhhh, if only you were real.” she
sighed laying her head against his snout.

“Ahhh, dearest Tara” rumbled the dragon “whatever makes you think I am not real? Did you not ask to
be eaten by a realistic dragon? Is this not indeed that which you, and countless others have dreamed of?
All though the ages people have been drawn to me, by their deep seated need to be consumed. Then, as
now, they simply need ask to be eaten.” he nodded his snout at the four empty VR chambers over in the
corner.
“Oh, I get it! I am supposed to believe that a five thousand year old dragon is living under the VR
Studios, devouring vore enthusiasts by the mouthful.” Tara began running her hands down her saliva
slicked body. “Mmmmm, girls from all over the world coming here to be swallowed. It's a nice
fantasy.”

“No fantasy, my dear one” rumbled the dragon “All I ask, all I beg, is that you let me swallow you.
Enter into my flesh and fly with me forever on wings of flame.”

“Cute line, I bet it gets all the girls.” The dragon mearly shrugged hugely. “Look, I'm going to love this,
but dragons cannot be real. Anyways, the VR technology is so good, that there is no way to tell if its
real anyways.”

“Ah, yes. Am I a man dreaming I am a dragon or a dragon dreaming I am a man?”

“It's butterfly, not dragon.” corrected Tara.

“Originally not, it was changed to meet the sensibilities of a later time.” mentioned the dragon. “There
is only one way to truly know. Ask me to eat you; let yourself be swallowed and devoured. Only then
can you know. If a simulacrum, you will wake up in your box having had a pleasant dream. If real, you
will become part of me forever, body and spirit.” He gaped his drooling jaws over her, his throat
widening to accommodate her body.

“Wait a minute. If you're real, and I say no, then I just walk away. I live on, and all I miss out on is a
VR generated wet dream if you're not real. Why shouldn't I say no?” asked Tara, running a hand across
his tongue.

“Because then you will never know” rumbled the dragon. “You will always wonder: are dragons real?
Do they still rule at the top of the food chain over man? Could I have really have been here?” he patted
his broad belly “and become one with a living legend? Dearest Tara” he sighed, hot wind blowing her
hair “I ask, let me swallow you. I beg you as I have few others in all my long long life. You are unique,
please let me take you into myself. You shall become a part of me and I shall treasure you forever.
Please, do not have us both be apart wondering what may have become real.”

Was he real, part of her wondered. Could he be real? After what she had expire inced, life, and other
experiences would seem shallow in comparison. Worse, the doubt would gnaw at her. She had always
fantasized about and loved dragons, and now one had loved her back. Deep inside, she needed the
dragon, and realized her life would be more hollow without this magnificent creature of legend. And he
offered her a way to be together, forever. If a VR fantasy, this promised to be a mind-blowing
experience, her wildest fantasy. If real... what? The end of one life, and the beginning of something new
with this magical being? Either way, she knew the answer.

“Dragon, please take me now. I want you to swallow me alive, take me into you, and be with you
forever.” she asked, looking into his golden eyes.

The dragon's tongue slid forth again, licking across her body, tasting her afresh. Sliding between her
breasts across he stomach, he entered her again. She hugged the tongue, gasping and pumping against
the wet muscle as he plunged ever deeper. Then the tongue began to curl, lifting her up from within,
and drawing her panting form into his gaping maw. Tara licked back at the tongue as it broadened, the
tip plunged deep within her driving her towards the widening pit of the throat. There, facing the
prospect of being devoured, with the dragon's tongue thrusting within, Tara convulsed in pleasure.

With a mighty thrust, the tongue pushed Tara into the expansive pharynx. The jaws closed, sealing her
in warm moist darkness. Would she ever see light again? Her world surged as powerful throat muscles
sucked her off of the tongue, and into the depths of the dragon. Muscular ripples began to undulate
across her body, as the throat of the dragon steadily milked her writhing form towards the waiting belly.
She listened in wonder as the rumble of his breath, and pounding of his great heart. “Soon my love” she
gasped in the stale air.

A valve opened and she is squeezed though into the belly. Instead of a splash, she lands atop a writhing
pile of moaning writhing female forms. Are these the other women he has swallowed she wondered,
panting in the stale air, moaning and writhing herself. The muscular undulating tissue of the dragon's
belly folds over her from the top, massaging her and covering her with faintly stinging fluid, while
pressing her into the mass of writhing women. Are my friends in here? Will they be soon? Are we all
now food for the dragon? The sensations of the slick forms writhing under her about to be digested, the
rippling belly wall on top of her beginning to digest her and the thin air all combined to cause her sight
to flash with light as the contracted in one last bout of pleasure before darkness overtook her.