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Between Dry Skin and Strong Jaws

"Wh-what?"

The wind whipped harshly across the side of the deep valley, the scar in the landscape channelling the air into a turbulent maelstrom, buffeting the shrubs and sparse trees that had dared to grow on the craggy slopes. The Helioptile's frills were caught in the edges of it, even as protected as she was beneath the small rocky overhang cut into one of the valley's sides.

From her vantage point, she could see down into the washed out green and grey of the valley's bottom, and the river that meandered through it in a determined venture to reach the distant ocean. The slopes on the far side of the valley were pale with the distance, and overhead the sky was a nigh-unbroken sheet of white, crinkled with patches of slate grey. The brightness of the clouds was the only indication of the time of day, the mid-afternoon sun slowly descending somewhere beyond the stratus layer.

Alexandria, however, had her large sapphire eyes turned to something else. The scenery she had been looking at all day, but now she seemed to be intently examining her own tail, fidgeting awkwardly, the blush on her face very clear. She risked a glance back up.

It was strange. The Tyrantrum, Duke, was more than a friend to her... more than a best friend... and had been since they were both very young, many years ago. They'd been through a lot, and done a lot, and yet his question had still made her blush. She looked back down at her tail, wringing it slightly in her small hands.

"My... kinks?" she asked again, and looked back at the dinosaur. He looked back, not saying anything; but then, he rarely did, and Alexandria had learnt to interpret him. This particular silence was clear. "Well..." she started, and gave a giggle, pausing to lean back against her friend's rocky tail that was curled around her.

"I kinda like... size difference... as you know..." she started, taking pauses as she almost stumbled over her words. The already cold air was like ice, her face flushed with blood as she opened up to her friend. "Um... well, c-cross dressing, kinda, too... and I like it to be personal, I like cuddling... but then, you know that too..."

She looked up again at the Tyrantrum. His gaze was unchanged, still expectant and kind.

"More?" She asked, and then bit her lip. "W-well... uh... I guess the hardest one I have..." She paused here, flicking her gaze to him once again. "The hardest one I have is... vore..."

As she expected, the dinosaur shifted. She looked up with wide eyes. His large, half-rocky, half-scaly lips were curled into a smile. She returned it shyly.

"V-vore?" she asked. Duke breathed out slowly; she swam briefly in the tidal wave of warm air. Yes.

She looked back down at her tail, black fingers playing across the yellow scales. "Um, another one..."

Duke's tail pressed against her. She looked back at him, but she already knew what he was thinking.

"No, we couldn't..."

Another movement of the tail. It slid around her front reassuringly.

Alexandria looked into his eyes after a pause, and turned to face him. "Do... do you think we could?"

Duke blinked slowly, giving the smallest of nods.

"Um, I didn't know... I didn't think that - I don't want to stay in there...!" she said quickly. "Not for long... but..." She felt her sense of adventure rising. Despite her intense trepidation and shyness, Alexandria was heavily driven by her wish to discover, to feed the explorer within in her. It was why she was on this trip, exploring these mountains. It was why she travelled at all, and it was why she was now considering... this.

She rose up on her hind legs, carefully placing her hands on the top of Duke's large snout. She was pitifully small in comparison, not even as big as his head. But then, wasn't that perfect for what she was about to do?

"When I say stop, you stop and pull me out. Okay?"

Duke nodded again, slowly, and lifted himself up. His tail uncurled from around the Helioptile's waist, and he straightened himself out, lowering his head back down to the floor. His lower chin brushed at the rough, exposed rock, and at agonising length he opened his jaws.

The Tyrantrum's breath washed over her again, and she smiled as she felt it play across her small form. She fidgeted with her tail, glancing from tooth to tooth, examining the maw down to the smallest detail first.

She'd seen it before; of course she had, she'd seen him eat before. Heck, she'd even fantasized about what it must be like to one of those morsels of food he easily swallowed whole. She looked on now, however, as that food herself.

His tongue was a deep pink, nestled between gums that held so very large teeth, blunted with use. They reflected the light from outside the overhang, shining with how wet they were. Thick strands of saliva connected the top and bottom jaws, and as she watched, a large glob of it dripped slowly onto the floor by her feet. She didn't flinch, merely drawing a deep breath.

Okay, she thought. Let's do this.

Holding onto one of his front teeth on his upper jaw, Alexandria stepped up onto Duke's bottom lip, dislodging any gravel that had stuck to her scales. She stood firmly on him, toes almost touching his front teeth. After another pause, she stepped forward, and her feet sank into the warm pink tongue.

At this touch, Duke's mouth shook. She grasped onto one of his large upper teeth hastily, and watched as the world outside dropped away from her. The Tyrantrum had straightened up, standing tall in the overhand. She saw stalactites, looking almost like the Tyrantrum's teeth themselves, hanging close enough to touch.

Breathing slowly, she stood up herself, never letting go of one of Duke's uppers. His tongue was warmer and wetter than she had thought, and a generous coating of saliva now covered her feet and most of her legs. She felt herself sink backwards, her large, thick thighs pressing against the flesh. She bit her lip, eyes half closing as she indulged in the moment.

She was smiling. It was something of a surprise. Duke shook his head, and she rode his tongue like it was a wild Taurus, feeling it curl against her underside. The tip reached up, smearing saliva on her face. Alexandria laughed, scooting back, before grabbing it and hugging it in the heat of the moment. A low growl echoed from the depths behind her. Still smiling, she released the tongue, her tail sweeping from side to side behind her.

This was it. This was adventure, a new experience. Sure, this particular adventure had been had already by countless billions of creatures beforehand - but in this way? Surely, there must have been others, but she'd heard no stories. To her, this was a new adventure just waiting to be experienced.

Duke growled again, softer this time, the sound playing around her comfortingly. Slowly, his jaws closed, and Alexandria lay back against his tongue as the light faded. His jaws shut with a clunk, rocky lips pressed together, and suddenly, the darkness was absolute.

Now, relying only on sight and sound, the experienced was only heightened - she could hear blood rushing through Duke's flesh, she felt his heart beating. The flesh was warm and comforting, and as she felt her friend's tongue slide up and over her, rolling her around, she rejoiced in the feel of the saliva on her scales.

Like a strange, almost alien massage, the tongue bathed her over and over again, slipping over her head, down her back, along her tail, even between her legs - so hot, so wet, her body slipping free of the tensions of worry. She felt her loins tighten, and she bit her lip as pleasure rushed through her body.

"Ahhhh..." she moaned, her voice not echoing in the small cave that surrounded her. She felt teeth against her feet and hands, and rolling over, she pressed her cheek against the tongue beneath her.

Then the world moved again. In an instant, she was upside-down, reaching out with one hand for a tooth she'd just felt - she grasped it hurriedly, narrowly stopped herself from falling downwards headfirst. She reached up, grabbing a higher, larger tooth, and held on. Duke's lips parted, and rays of light glinted off the saliva that coated the mouth.

The abyss below her though, past the dangling uvula and pulsating tongue, was stoically black in the low light. Duke must have found some taller part of the small overhand they were in; his head now tilted upwards, making Alexandria's grip the only thing preventing her from tumbling down into his throat. His teeth were like thick rungs of great ladders, but the saliva made them wet and slippery; she felt her hands faltering on the surface.

"D-Duke!" She exclaimed, but the Tyrantrum was growling, almost purring in pleasure. Her body was pressed between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and the former of those was beginning to pull her down. Fear pierced her adventurous spirit; with the prospect of being swallowed right in front of her, it suddenly didn't seem so inviting.

But now it seemed unavoidable. She needed to call out to Duke, to get him to stop. She took in a deep breath, and....

She paused.

One mote of curiosity remained - curiosity, or was it lust? She wasn't sure. But, like an irritation that causes on oyster to create a flawless pearl, that grain of curiosity swelled, filling her mind. It would be so easy, it said. Just drop. Find out what it's like to be that morsel of food.

Duke shook his head, and she dangled over the abyss. The uvula moved below her - he was trying to swallow, trying to take her down.

She didn't disappoint him.

Slowly, deliberately, she released her grip from the tooth above her head. Her body dropped, sliding down the warm tongue, before her legs hit the warm, tight muscles of the Tyrantrum's throat. The uvula brushed against one of her frills.

Duke gulped. She felt herself squeezed tightly - from the waist down now she couldn't move, her body constricted by the muscles unused to dealing with anything this big, squeezes tightly in those warm, irresistible muscles. Her large thighs slipped into it next, and with her hands against the very base of the tongue, she felt it rise to her shoulders.

And the feeling... it was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold day, but the blanket was wet, almost slimy, and you were slowly being bound in it.

And it felt amazing. The pleasure, the lust, the desire rose up in her again as she felt herself being pulled in.

She raised her short arms, but they were too small to grasp anything substantial, the throat closing around her shoulders. Her body was paralysed now, kept still and straight. Then, with a final gulp, her head was engulfed too.

The feeling was complete. She was coated, covered, encased in the flesh entirely. It was tight on her chest too - she couldn't breathe, even if her mouth could have reached the air to do so. Her mind had a brief vision of Duke, standing back beneath the overhand, head still raised, throat distended with a large, Helioptile-shaped bulge. Back in the overhang... so far away! Despite being _there! I_t seemed like a different world in here, like a portal to a whole new reality.

Another gulp - she heard this clearly, her ears pressed up against the flesh. The rushing of blood through the Tyrantrum was easily distinguishable. Her body jolted again, pulled downwards. Another one followed, and her tail and feet were suddenly uncovered. The air was warm and heavy, and coughing, she dropped unceremoniously into the Tyrantrum's stomach.

Alexandria took in a deep breath, but there was barely any oxygen here. The walls, hidden in the absolute blackness, pressed in on her from all sides. She could feel liquid swirling around her legs. Anyone in this situation would probably be shouting, crying out for release, including her - but, for some reason, she didn't. She lay in the confines of her friend's stomach, eyes closed - not that it made a difference - and smile slowly. Even as her skin itched from the liquids around her, she could only reflect on what she was feeling, the adventure, the excitement, the pleasure she'd gotten from this perverted, strange fetish, made entirely and completely real.

This was it. She had been swallowed. Eaten. She lay in the warm prison of a larger creature's stomach, small, helpless... and she felt utterly at peace.

She could have laughed at the situation. In fact, she did.

* * *

Duke felt the pressing on the inside of his stomach. Wordlessly as always, he rose and stood with his legs apart, leaning forwards. He jolted forwards a few times, making unpleasant retching sounds, before finally opening his mouth wide and low to the ground.

The Helioptile's body was wet and shiny, encased in a thick layer of saliva. Her eyes were closed, and she didn't move, save for the slight raising and falling of her small chest. Duke grunted, lying down on the rocky floor, shielding the smaller Pokémon from the wide mouth at the edge of the overhang.

After a minute, Alexandria's eyes opened. They shone - much more than usual. She turned her head, looking up into the amber eyes of her friend, and extended a dripping arm to weakly stroke his large snout.

For once, it wasn't just Duke that wasn't saying anything. Alexandria simply looked at him for several minutes, blinking occasionally, and Duke eagerly returned the gaze.

A smile had crept across the lips of them both, and neither one faded as they each lay in comfort, with the other beside them.

After all, some things didn't need to be said.