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The Boy in the Pantry (2.5V/4): DRAGON VORE

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WARNING: CONTAINS SOFT, NON-FATAL DRAGON VORE. DON'T READ IF THAT ISN'T YOUR THING.

*This is a direct continuation of "The Boy in the Pantry Part 2," and has no effect on the story as a whole aside from letting Eliza and Ezekiel share a rather intimate moment. Again, I would personally recommend hitting the little paragraph symbol up on the top right, it makes it a little easier on the eyes.*

Over the past few weeks, Ezekiel had thought of the dragons as unfamiliar, foreign creatures that should be avoided, and in that way, he had been truly alone in the world for almost a month. But now the dragon was giving him an opportunity to leave all of that behind. She was offering him something that he needed more than anything else right now: to be his friend. He was still afraid of meeting her family, but he wouldn’t go back to living alone. He couldn’t. He had an absolute, feral need for someone to talk to. Eliza had given him a taste of companionship, and now that he had remembered what it had felt like, there was no way in hell that he was going lose it again.

He lay back in his bed, determination beating in his chest like a drum. He was going to meet her family tomorrow, and he was going to be ready for it. He was going to be polite, well-spoken, and stand up straight. He would show them how he was fun to have around, and if he could, he would make them laugh. He would do everything in his own power to make a good impression, and he would go the extra mile to make it happen. And no matter what happened, he would be content with the fact that, in his brief time on this strange planet, he had made at least one friend, and that was enough-

“Ezekiel? You still up?” Eliza whispered.

The human jumped at the sudden noise. He turned in the direction of the dragon’s voice. “Yeah, I’m awake,” he responded in the same hushed tones.

“Having trouble falling asleep?” She asked drowsily.

Ezekiel sat up and looked at the dragon’s half-lidded eyes, glowing faintly blue in the darkness. She must have just woken up. “Yeah, I guess I’m just a little nervous about tomorrow.” A chill ran through the room and he wrapped his arms around himself. The house got quite cold at night, and he was used to the insulation the walls provided; sleeping out in the open was chillier than he anticipated.

Eliza seemed to notice his discomfort. “Hey, you look freezing. Here,” she murmured with concern, shifting in the darkness. Ezekiel felt the scaled skin of her hand wrap around his body and she gently lifted him out of his little bed. Her hand was surprisingly warm compared to the cool air in the room, and rested his cheek against one of her fingers. “You poor thing, you’re shivering.” She pressed her hands against her body, warmth radiating through the freezing human. He let out a small sigh of contentment.

“You know,” she began thoughtfully, speaking slowly and quietly. “If your bed isn’t warm enough, there’s another place that you could sleep.”

“Really?” Ezekiel asked hopefully, shivering slightly in her grasp. She gripped him a little tighter.

“Yeah…” She mumbled in the dark. “I didn’t mention it before because I thought it might make you uncomfortable. There’s a way you could sleep next to me, sort of… ” She trailed off, uncertainly clear in her voice.

She didn’t seem eager to share the rest of her thoughts, so Ezekiel tried to encourage her. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s better than freezing out here,” Ezekiel offered. The room’s air had become icy, and the relief of the dragon’s warmth made him want to just fall asleep in her hands.
“Well, more accurately, you would be sleeping… inside me,” she finished quietly, looking down at the little creature in her arms.

Ezekiel returned her gaze, staring into her glowing blue eyes in confusion. Surely he had misheard. “I…What?” He asked, the comforting warmth of her body leaving him in a half-lidded stupor.
She took a second to “I mean, if you’re cold, I could, you know... hold you inside me. Just for tonight, and I’ll let you out in the morning,” she added hastily.

Realization slowly dawned on the human as he processed her words. “What exactly do you mean by ‘inside you’?” He asked, fearing he might already know the answer. A cold sweat began to run throughout his body, chilling him to the bone. He shifted unconsciously, the dragon’s hands suddenly seeming more constricting than comfortable.

“Well, I would… swallow you, and you’d sleep and my stomach,” she explained gently, trying to cushion her words by speaking softly. She ran a finger through the human’s hair as he began to squirm within her grasp. “It’s alright, you don’t need to worry, I’m not gonna hurt you,” she cooed quietly.

“Hurt me? You’re saying that you wanted to eat me!” Ezekiel exclaimed, his voice loud to his own ears. Eliza flinched at his reaction, her grip tightening slightly. Ezekiel lowered his voice before continuing. “How exactly would eating me alive not hurt?” He hissed through the darkness, his voice caught between panic and contempt.

Eliza’s blue eyes silently gazed down at Ezekiel with a mix of hurt and concern. “I already told you, I would never do anything to hurt you,” she sniffed, her voice thick with emotion. Ezekiel looked away, scowling. He had hurt her feelings again. “I… I thought you trusted me. I would never force you into anything you didn’t want to do, I was just offering… You seemed so cold, and I just wanted to take care of you…” She broke off, her voice on the edge of a sob.

“This is why I didn’t mention it before. I was afraid of this, of you being angry, of you being afraid,” she continued. “I knew you wouldn’t understand. If you don’t want my help, fine. Forget I said anything.” She finished speaking with a scowl, her voice taking on a rough edge. She lifted the human off her abdomen and unceremoniously placed him back in his shoebox bed. She promptly turned and tossed her blanket over herself, facing away from the befuddled, shivering human.
Ezekiel sighed and sat down, draping his own blanket around his shoulders in an attempt to keep the chill at bay. Smooth, he berated himself. He had upset her again, when she was only trying to help. She was obviously uncomfortable sharing her idea, yet you insisted on asking anyways. He frowned, trying to think rationally. How was this his fault? She had offered to eat him! How else was he supposed to react? You were still rude. You knew she wasn’t going to hurt you. He sighed. The last thing he wanted was to have her think that he wasn’t thankful for her help. Ezekiel crossed his arms in front of his body to try to keep from shaking. He had to make it up to her somehow, show her he was appreciative.

You know what you have to do now, right? He cast a glance at the dragon, who was lying very still on the bed beside him. She promised she wouldn’t hurt him. She promised.  He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in an attempt to keep his voice from shaking.

“Hey,” Ezekiel whispered. The dragon didn’t move. “Hey, Eliza,” he repeated more forcefully. Eliza turned her head slightly, just enough so he could see the corner of one of her narrowed eyes. “Hey, I’m really sorry for what I said.”

“No you aren’t,” she mumbled coolly. “You just don’t want me to be mad at you.”

“No, seriously,” Ezekiel said earnestly, trying to sound sincere. “I… I know what I said was rude, and I’m sorry for not believing you. You just… surprised me a little, is all. I wasn’t expecting such an… unorthodox solution,” he finished, trying to pick his words carefully.

“Yeah, well, that’s great,” she murmured. “Good to know that if I say anything that surprises you, you might freak out and think I want to kill you. Apology accepted.” She turned her head, facing completely away from the human once more.

Ezekiel’s brow furrowed. This wasn’t going well. “Oh, come on. I don’t mean it like that. You know I don’t, right?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation going. The dragon remained silent. Ezekiel sighed; he really was hoping he wouldn’t need to do this.

“I would like to take you up on your offer, if you’re still interested.” Ezekiel let the statement hang in the air, awaiting a response from his reptilian hostess. A thick silence followed, filling the air between them. Just as Ezekiel opened his mouth to continue, Eliza broke the silence.

“Really?” She turned her head to fully face the human, her eyes a mix of skeptical and curious. “You’re serious?”

“Well, you said it wouldn’t hurt, right?” He asked, trying to wrap his head around the concept. From what he knew about biology, it didn’t seem possible.

“Obviously!” Eliza huffed, sounding a little insulted. “It’s not like I would start to digest you. Do you think I would go out of my way to hurt you or something?”

The human frowned. “Wait, so you can control when you digest something?”

“Can you not?” Eliza retorted, sounding more quizzical than angry. “Like, do you humans produce stomach acids even when you don’t need them?”

“I… I guess,” Ezekiel shrugged, unsure of how to respond to that. He had never heard of digestion being something you could control with conscious thought.

“So you just keep producing acid, all the time? Isn’t that painful?” The dragon asked, sounding confused.

“No, it doesn’t hurt-” Ezekiel cut himself off, thinking of ulcers, acid reflux, and heartburn. It seemed rather inefficient, now that she mentioned it. “At least, it doesn’t hurt all the time. I suppose that sometimes it can burn a little bit.”

“That’s weird. We don’t produce stomach acids unless we want to. I could swallow you and you wouldn’t feel a thing.”

Ezekiel smiled sheepishly. “Then sure, why not? I mean, if it’s safe, it sounds fine to me,” he commented nonchalantly, despite discussing the concept of being devoured. Safe or not, the idea of being eaten alive went against every instinct he had. Some small part of him wanted nothing more than to run screaming from the huge reptile.

“So the idea of getting eaten doesn’t bother you?” The dragon said uncertainly. She obviously wasn’t convinced by the human’s shaky agreement.

“Well, I guess I’m a little nervous,” Ezekiel admitted. He wrapped his arms around his sides as a draft cut through the room. “But it’s freaking cold in here. Could you hurry up and get on with it? I’m freezing,” he said urgently, trying to prod the dragon into action. While his impatience was caused in part by the frigid air, he also wanted to go through with this before he had time to change his mind.

The dragon blinked at him, incredulous. “Alright, if you insist,” she conceded, but Ezekiel could tell she was grinning. He felt the familiar pressure of her fingers as she lifted him out of his bed, holding him at eye level. “You ready?” Eliza asked, excitement clear in her voice.

“As I’ll ever be,” Ezekiel responded shakily, looking into her eyes. As frightened as he was, Ezekiel also felt a little flicker of serenity as he was bathed in the soft, blue light of the dragon’s gaze. However, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her colossal maw. Dozens of glistening fangs lined her mouth like ivory razors, arranged in ordered, deadly symmetry. Wispy strands of saliva hung like spiderwebs between her teeth, swaying ethereally with her rhythmic intake and exhalation of air. Her maw was larger than Ezekiel was tall, opening wide like some dark, mysterious cavern to be explored by some brave, or foolish, adventurer. Her tongue wiggled in anticipation as she began to slowly tilt her palm upward, loosening her grip on the human as he slid into the humid cavity, and Ezekiel noticed a change in atmosphere instantly. Compared to the chilly air in the room, Eliza’s breath was like stepping into a sauna. The dragon retracted her hand as the human slid completely into her mouth, his feet finding purchase on the slippery floor. Ezekiel instinctively scrambled away from her fangs, but he lost his balance on the slick footing and fell onto the her tongue with a wet plop. Eliza giggled, wrapping her tongue gently around him and pulling him away from her teeth. Eliza closed her jaws, enveloping her now-secured friend in complete darkness.

As he was guided deeper into the dragon’s maw, Ezekiel felt his body begin to relax, soothed by the warm embrace of the dragon’s tongue. In an attempt to find a more comfortable position, he squirmed slightly against the coiling muscle, resulting in an appreciative hum from Eliza. Ezekiel smiled, happy that she was enjoying the sensation, and he struggled harder against his fleshy bonds. Eliza murred with pleasure, the sound echoing throughout her mouth, pressing the human against the roof of her mouth as he continued to struggle. Ezekiel let out a surprised yelp as she slid her tongue underneath his shirt, trying to taste every part of his little body. She repeatedly ran her tongue over the Ezekiel’s body, drenching him in a thick layer of saliva. All the while, Ezekiel was enjoying the feeling of being caressed by the soft, slippery muscle.

After several minutes, Eliza tilted her head back slightly, allowing Ezekiel to slide towards the entrance to her throat. He felt her tongue ripple underneath him, forcing him in towards her now-gaping throat in a wavelike motion. He was suddenly forced downwards as he heard a loud gulp, and he slid gently into the dragon’s throat. The soft, muscular walls wrapped around his body, slowly massaging him downwards in fluid, rhythmic motions. Ezekiel heard Eliza sigh with satisfaction as he continued to slide down her throat. He grinned as he began to push against the squishy walls of her throat, struggling gently on his way down.

“Unnnh,” Eliza moaned softly, the sound vibrating throughout Ezekiel's entire body. “Th-that feels goooood.”

Ezekiel continued to struggle against the enveloping walls of her throat, enjoying the feeling of the dragon’s body heat. Soon, he felt his descent momentarily slow. He felt the walls of the throat recede as he was eagerly accepted by Eliza’s waiting stomach. The stomach was pleasantly spacious, large enough for Ezekiel to breathe comfortably. As soon as he had arrived, the walls of her stomach contracted slightly, morphing around the new occupant. Eliza let out a satisfied sigh, while her stomach gurgled happily in kind. Ezekiel curiously ran a hand through the thick liquid that filled the space to his ankles, making his skin tingle pleasantly.

“You alright in there, little guy?” Eliza’s voice called through her stomach walls, coming out slightly muffled.

“I’m fine, just a little tired,” the human responded, sinking deeper into the squishy folds of the dragon’s stomach lining. He was thoroughly exhausted by the experience, and the warm, wet flesh that pressed against his body made it very hard to stay awake. He felt his eyelids droop slightly as he sank deeper into the soft walls.

He heard Eliza yawn. “Well, that’s good, because I’m ready to knock out. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep in there?”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem…” Ezekiel responded, mumbling the last words. He allowed his eyes to slide closed as his body sagged against the cushiony material, blissfully at rest inside the stomach of a dragon as he gave in to the sweet embrace of sleep.
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This is an addition to The Boy in the Pantry Part 2, which includes a conversation and intimate moment that Eliza and Ezekiel share right before bed. It has no overall effect on the storyline, so if you are uncomfortable with vore, you can just skip this portion of the story. 

However, if you do like vore, this is a rather cute "bonding moment" that Eliza and Ezekiel before going to sleep. It contains soft, non-fatal vore (which means no one gets hurt, I'm not really into that). Hug 

I would like to mention that the concept of this story was greatly inspired by :iconbowtothedrow:'s various stories. Dang, those are tons of fun to read. Go check him out if you liked this story, his stuff is tons of fun to read! High-five!

I felt the need to write this addition after finishing the last chapter. I've really enjoyed playing around with both of the characters so far! Love 

Hope you enjoyed my story! I am a dummy!  I read each and every every comment, so let me know what you think! 
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Hey mich ive been helping out people with dragon storys and im wondering if you can make the second Season of this i can help youwith it