Tucked In
Tucked In
By: Jizzal
For: Morca
"Goodnight then..."The little skunk sighed, speaking to himself though since there wasn't anyone staying around to listen. The boy ran his digits through his head stripe and slinked off to his room, apparently since everyone around him was either too busy or just uninterested in the lad.
Parents were out, as usual, older siblings were watching television, as usual. The only reason the youngest in the family wasn't allowed to join in either festivities was his age no doubt. However being the youngest in his household often had the boy feeling neglected and alone. Not a single person to even say goodnight back to him. Feeling distant from the rest of his family, the skunk closed his bedroom door and dragged his feet along to his bed before he sat down and undressed. He reached over and turned on the light after getting in nothing but his fur, not wanting to be too warm in the summer heat, and looked over to the smiling face of his only real friend.
"Hehe, at least you're always happy to see me..."The boy giggled and scooted across his bed before he gave his favorite stuffed animal a nice big hug, using every ounce of strength in a display of affection. Little hearts would have floated up from his head the scene had been animated.
The plushy in question didn't move as he received another firm squeeze from his owner, he just kept smiling. The rather large dragon was always seated on the skunk's bed, taking up a good amount of space too since he was even bigger than the boy was by a great deal. Soft, red felt covered most of the dragon's body, save for the front, which was colored black from the bottom of the chin all the way past the plump, cuddly stomach and to the backside. A few ebony horns protruded from the head of the friendly looking dragon, and a blonde mane traveled from the top of the head down past the neck and before the cute set of wings that probably couldn't carry a creature its size. Everything about the dragon was so inviting, so snuggly, and oh so soft. The skunk just held onto the big plush and sighed happily for the first time all day while rubbing his pink nose into the black materials, pressing in to make a little indent in the stuffing.
"Ready for bed?"He murred, his tail flicking while his paws reached down and played with part of the long tail as his eyes gazed into those alluring, blue pupils. Spotting his reflection in them, the boy sat up and stood to give his large, silent friend a kiss on the nose.
Taking careful hold on the front arms of the four legged creature, the skunk pulled the dragon from his sitting position, propped up against the wall and laid back, bringing the upper half of the dragon on top of him with a cute giggle. Nice and comfortable underneath the behemoth plushy the boy gave one last hug to his friend, fondling with the wings on the back and sliding his paws through the soft mane before he rolled onto his side. His eyes scanned the door in his room, and even though it was just a few feet away it was as if the entire Atlantic was resting between him in the outside world. Not that it mattered, the skunk didn't want to go anywhere anyway, it was time to rest, and with his trusted dragon resting on top of him, he'd be sure to sleep soundly as always.
The skunk closed his eyes and shifted himself underneath the soft dragon before he started to drift off into a peaceful slumber. Those blue eyes on the red and black dragon watched over the boy as he slept, and the stitched on grin grew slightly at the sight of the lad resting after a long day.
The hours passed, and the once comfortably warm room began to experience a chill. There wasn't any open window, but chances are it was just the weather outside causing problems as always. Despite it being summer, the temperature continued to drop, and the boy grumbled quietly in his sleep, still remotely warm underneath his dragon luckily, though he gave a little shiver and curled his toes at the gradual drop in comfort.
After another hour, the skunk was blindly trying to find his covers; the decrease in temperature was too much. He started to move, awakening with a soft whimper, but as soon as did things started to warm up much to his surprise. Confused by this, and still rather groggy, the lad rubbed his paw into his eyes and slowly wiggled out from underneath his snuggly plushy, or at least he tried to. After a little grumble, he tried to push away the big dragon, but what he got in return was a little push back. Still out of it since he has only woken up, the boy's senses told him something was different...but he didn't figure out what until he felt a moist, felt tongue slurping over his cheek, leaving behind a thin layer of saliva on his black fur.
"Heh...hey that tickles..."The boy giggled and wiped his cheek, blinking a little before he felt another slurp over his nose, which tickled him again, but made his eyes widen...he was the only one in his room, other than his dragon...no way.
After another wet lick, he wiggled out from underneath his plushy and reached over, turning on the lamp on his nightstand while a soft paw reached out and rubbed along his front. Needless to say, the mephit was shocked at what he saw.
Sitting back on his rump, with a rather smug grin sat his trusted plush, but this time it was different. His tail was wagging slowly, his felt claws were playing with the bed sheets while those eyes stay locked on the boy as the dim light filled the room. At first, the skunk figured he was still asleep...but asleep or not, he felt the warmth wafting off from his usually ?lazy' friend. He spotted a black, forked tongue poking out from the plushy's lips, no doubt the reason why the boy's face was feeling rather moist. Before he could say anything the dragon leaned in close and gave another layer of saliva over the skunk's cheek, making him giggle again and his paws gently pushed up against the now very friendly, and lively dragon.
"This can't be happening..." The skunk said quietly, wiping some of moisture from his cheeks, but he scooted closer to the big dragon, who up until now hadn't bothered to move on his own. "Can it?..."He timidly asked the smirking drake, but all he got in response was a friendly nuzzle between his ears and another slurp, both of which made the lad blush.
Figuring the dragon couldn't speak, the boy just shrugged and slipped his arms around the mid section of the hefty dragon and gave him a warm squeeze. His body rumbled happily and he stayed on his knees while leaning up to nuzzle into the warm, smooth chest before him. In doing so, the lad was rewarded with a pair of arms sliding down his back and giving him a squeeze in return. The embrace was so warm, and so tender the boy didn't bother to question why or how any of this was happening. He thought back to first day he slept with his draggy, and from that moment all he had secretly wished a few times something like this would happen. Now the boy's wish came true, and he was cuddling with his best friend who came to life.
Despite the change in weather, the boy didn't feel even slightly chilly anymore. He rested his head against that smooth chest while his fingertips lightly felt along the dragon's back, wondering if anything about him had changed other than his sudden movement and added warmth. He couldn't guess how the anatomy worked, but he shrugged that off and simply let himself enjoy the moment, not sure if he would ever experience again, or if he really was just still asleep and this was just a wonderful dream.
After shifting himself against the dragon, the boy looked up and smiled at his silent friend while those felt claws groomed into the skunk's back. Relaxing at the touch, the lad turned and rested against that plump, cushiony stomach, giving it a little rub with his paws, which excited a low, pleasant growl from the plushy. The skunk giggled at this, and continued to rub over the soft, fuzzy paunch while the dragon's rumbling continued and he leaned down to lick over the boy's ears.
"Heheh, you sound like you really like that..."The boy murred and closed his eyes, being reminded of just how tired he was again while his tail went limp and his paws slowly stopped rubbing. With a gentle yawn, he leaned back against the dragon plush, pushing his back against the warm bulk while rubbing his eyes again.
"I'm really tired though...we should get some sleep..."He reluctantly noted since the initial excitement of having his cuddly companion brought to life. The dragon gave a little nod and licked over the boy's ears, making them flick while a few strands of his drool splattered down on the mephit's head, making him giggle again.
"I'm really glad you're real though..."The boy whispered, settling down even as the warm tongue continued to mat down his head fur, though at the same time it was adding to the warmth and comfort levels.
With his eyes closed, and the front arms of his dragon holding him snuggly, the skunk didn't take long to get into a relaxed state while the occasional slurp made him giggle and shift. The dragon continued this, slowly slathering over the lad's hair affectionately, and since he wasn't being told to stop, he had no reason to. The room was still a bit chilly, though the sentient plush had something in mind; it was why he kept licking. With his little owner relaxing, the dragon's forked tongue slipped over his lips while he grinned toothily, exposing his felt teeth before he used them to nibble on the top of the skunk's head, causing a little murr to leave the lad's chest. He continued for a minute or so before he started to spread his mouth, breathing a comfortably warm breath down on the skunk.
While the dragon continued to administer affection, the boy's mind played with the uneventful tale of how they first met. Only a few months ago, while walking home from school the skunk found the dragon plush just sitting there at his front door, as if waiting for the boy to take him inside. He assumed, or rather told himself it was a gift from either his parents or siblings, though neither confessed and he kept the dragon in his room ever since. Whatever it was that brought the two together was special the boy felt, after all this wasn't an ordinary dragon. Stuffed plushes aren't supposed to come to life, cuddle, and then start to nom over their owner's heads, but it was happening.
A little squeak left the skunk's mouth while his eyes opened and all he could see was darkness...that couldn't have been right, he left his lamp on. He could barely see some strands of light shining through the jaws of the dragon while those felt teeth closed around his neck gently and the set of front paws gripped onto the boy's sides. Confused, disoriented, and tired the lad couldn't tell what was going on at first, but with the surprisingly nimble tongue slurping around his head and neck he had a hard time believing that he was wedged into the jaws of his large plushy. He only gave a little wiggle, but then those arms only squeezed a little firmer, not letting the skunk go anywhere, save for into the waiting gullet as the dragon swallowed.
Though the outside was smooth and fuzzy, the interior of the plushy dragon was soft and squishy, much like an organic being. A little whimper escaped the boy as the muscular throat molded around his head, rippling and squeezing tenderly while his friend's mouth worked further down his slim body, engulfing his shoulders effortlessly. Still being held snuggly, he couldn't move, though the more the dragon slurped and nibbled over his body, the less he cared. The sensations were odd at first, but quickly became rather...soothing as the walls massaged over the head and chest like thousands of skilled, moist hands. The darkness wasn't foreboding, and the temperature was just right inside of the soggy jaws and throat. It wasn't as if the dragon was hurting the skunk either, after all they were friends. Sensing that the boy put his trust in the plush drake, the dragon's grin grew while his front paws gently scooped down and cupped under the lad's backside before raising him upwards and swallowing again, letting the mephit bulge his neck without busting any of the stitches.
A little murr started in the boy's chest, and his cheeks filled with blush for some reason as he was pulled further down into the unknown abyss. Another swallow and those jaws worked over his stomach and his waistline, leaving his tail and legs to dangle from his large friend's jaws. Maybe this is how the dragon got to be so portly he idly wondered, giggling while he felt those soft paws gripping onto his feet, rubbing his soles with those felt claws before the next swallow claimed his hips. The squishy depths eagerly rippled around the skunk while the dragon's saliva continued to soak into the silky fur, matting it down while his tongue played with the tasty skunk boy. A series of quiet "Mmmms"echoed all around the boy's ears, signaling that his friend was enjoying eating him, though he was sure that his rumbling form was saying he couldn't complain either.
The boy disappeared deeper into those once sown shut lips, feeling them around his knees while his tail weakly flicked underneath him and his encased body gave a weak wiggle or two. After another gulp, the muscular passage contracted again and pulled him further down, leaving only his feet and what was left of his striped tail free from his plushy's maw, but by that time his head at poked its way into another chamber; the stomach. Still surprised to find out that the inside of his dragon wasn't just stuffing, the boy gave a tentative nuzzle against the slick walls. The insides weren't overly wet, but were still damp, and the warm air that wafted around the belly of the beast luckily wasn't stale. While waiting for the last swallow, unsure of where things were going to go after it, the boy began to giggle and curled his toes while he felt that tongue playing over his feet. His pink soles glistened with saliva and his ticklish body wiggled underneath the layers of fluff and felt. The dragon had settled back against the wall, his usual spot, but he was playing over what was left of his friend and owner, wanting to savor the moment as best he could before the final swallow sealed the skunk boy in the depths bellow completely.
Slipping down into the stomach, the lad began to curl up until he ended sitting on his rump in a fetal position with the belly walls holding over him loosely. He wiggled his toes in a puddle of saliva, and looked up to the passage where he came from, but he couldn't see that it had sealed shut in the dark belly. The walls suddenly closed in while the dragon let out a happy, wet belch, licking his lips and the tips of his claws afterwards while his tummy became much more snug. Whimpering quietly, the boy was still held gently in the embrace of flesh while he nuzzled the dragon from the inside, curious if this was how the plushy acquired a paunch.
The boy's whimpers died down while he felt a familiar paw stroking over his trapped form, soothing the lad as a sensation of comfort washed over him, making him blush again and close his eyes. Still amazed he was resting in the pit of his plushy's stomach, he was also surprised just how soft it was on the inside as well, and warm too.
It didn't take much rubbing for the boy to relax, and he gave a little kiss to the walls that held him, settling down once again, quite sure he wouldn't be disturbed by the cold anymore. If it was a dream or not, he didn't care, since for the first time he was being held lovingly by his dear, silent friend.
The last thing the boy heard before drifting off to sleep was the click of his lamp being turned off, followed by a happy sigh and a deep, gentle voice whispering to him...
"Good night..."