Last Resorts
A lighter - willing vore story
Ryan fell to the ground, snow coating most of his body. He looked up and could only see that massive blizzard he had gotten lost in. Ryan was 23, and had taken a liking to long hikes and climbing mountains. He had gone through his life always looking for challenges, trying to find new places to travel and new obstacles to overcome. Two days prior, he had decided to take a trip to the biggest mountain in the country. Ryan found himself reflecting on this decision as he wandered aimlessly in the bitter cold. He knew the rumors about this place, that a deadly beast dwelled at the high peaks, he never knew that it had referred to the weather though.
Ryan walked on and on, trying to find anything or any place to keep him warm until the storm stopped, but every step he took showed nothing new to his eye but more and more snow. He was about to give up hope when he finally came across a tall stone wall in front of him. Good, he thought, if he could follow this there was a good chance he would come across some sort of cave to take shelter in.
Ryan placed one hand on the rocks to his side and walked along them, hoping that something would come up, anything at all to make the torture of this cold stop. He walked for hours, no longer able to feel his toes or fingers, his entire body chilled to the bone. He was about to give up hope when he made a turn along the wall and ended up face to face with a massive hole in the rock.
Relieved, he ran inside. The cave was fairly dark but at least the snow was no longer falling on top of him, the cave itself was still caked in snow and ice and the temperature was barely warmer than it had been out in the wind. This wasn't going to work; he thought to himself, the cold was too much; he was going to die here. He walked deeper into the cave, rubbing his arms around his chest to keep himself as warm as possible while looking around. There was something peculiar about this cave, something wrong with it that he could not quite place.
The cold was starting to effect his movements now, his knees and elbows were hurting him a lot, and his ears felt like they were about to fall off. He panted and exhaled loudly as he walked deeper into the darkness, the temperature not relenting at all.
A sudden noise to his left made him jump with surprise and look around. The sound seemed like some sort of creature, a sound he could not specifically identify. He looked around again and saw nothing different. He then decided to look up and check above him where he could have sworn he saw the darkness... shift. He screamed and started running back to the entrance of the cave a bit before remembering the harsh weather that was waiting for him out there.
A huge thud sounded behind him, and he looked over his shoulder in terror. Right in the middle of the cave was a giant reptilian creature, its scales as white as the snow around it, with wings that spanned from one side of the cave to the other, identifiable only as a dragon, but how could that be possible...
The beast stood still, glaring angrily at Ryan who started backing away, back towards the cave entrance. He ran a few steps before a particularly freezing wind whipped across his face, making him stumble back. The pain from the cold was starting to destroy him and he could barely take it anymore. With a deep breath he turned around to face the giant dragon behind him which was watching him with an angry glint in its eyes.
Ryan started walking back to the dragon, unable to think of any other available option. The dragon began to growl and bear its teeth at Ryan as he came closer. Ryan hesitated, but continued forward, nothing else to lose. He put his hands up, showing he was no threat and walked almost directly in front of the giant creature. He could barely believe his own actions, but he had no other choice.
The huge white dragon loomed above him. Ryan could only stare up at it, shivering violently, barely able to feel his own arms and legs. Without warning he collapsed to his knees, his hanging his head down and hugging himself with wavering arms
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"P...please..." He whimpered "Please help me..." He called up to the massive beast, not knowing what kind of reaction he expected from the thing. Part of him was hoping for the dragon to do something that would spare his life, the other part was hoping to be killed and spared the agony of freezing to death. Either way, it was better than freezing. "Please....." He gasped, his entire body shaking.
The dragon shifted its head, regarding Ryan as though it was curious; the eyes were no longer curled in an angry glare. The dragon then moved its head down to be eye level with him. Ryan stared into the eyes of the beast, amazed that he was this close to a live dragon, hoping beyond hope that it would take pity on him. The giant beast made a soft noise that echoed in the huge cave, it sounded almost sad.
After a moment of looking the dragon straight in the eye, it brought its head even closer to Ryan, who flinched a bit as it approached, and slowly opened its massive mouth. Ryan almost jumped away from it in fear before remembering the alternative outside. The dragon protruded its huge pink tongue just above the ground, right in front of Ryan. He didn't know what to think, he was terrified of the creature, terrified at the thought of being eaten. It was then that he felt the beast's breath exhale on him, a gust of warm moist air hitting his freezing body.
Ryan realized at this moment what his options were. He could remain in the cold, or feed himself to this massive dragon. Both thoughts were terrifying to him, part of him wanted the dragon to bite him and end it right here. However, he decided that the prospect of more freezing cold was too much to bear, and the warmth coming from the dragons open maw was strangely inviting. Ryan inched closer to the dragons open maw; he reached his numb hand out and placed it on the dragons tongue, his eyes closed, preparing for some sort of attack, but there was nothing. The soft muscle was warm to the touch, making Ryan stagger to his feet and step up to the tongue.
He looked ahead of him, the dragon held its position, waiting for Ryan to make his decision. The pink insides of the dragons mouth glistened with saliva, the farther in he looked, the darker it became. Ryan thought to himself, wondering whether the dragon would simply hold him in its mouth to keep him warm, or if he would be swallowed and digested in its belly.
Ryan decided that he did not care, the cold had finally taken its toll and he wanted nothing more than to be warm again, regardless of the cost. He placed both hands on the dragons extended tongue, unable to believe what he was currently doing. He hoisted himself up into the open maw, placing his knees on the tongue and pushing himself farther forward. The warmth was almost blissful, Ryan exhaled in relief at the sensation; the soft warm tongue started pulling back into the mouth. As it did Ryan lifted his legs onto the muscle.
He lay there, on the tongue of a dragon, allowing it to pull him into its mouth and slowly close it. This was it, the light from outside of the cave faded as he looked behind him, beyond the teeth of the dragon, teeth that did not harm him in any way; he had made his choice, he was now at the mercy of the dragon. The mouth shut fully, enveloping Ryan in warmth. He sighed in relief and rested his head on the dragons tongue as it shifted. The tongue started making Ryan's body slide back into the pitch blackness of the dragon's throat.
Ryan started to panic. Now that freezing to death was no longer imminent, the thought of being digested became more prominent. He was scared, but there was something that kept him from fighting it. He had looked in the dragon's eyes, he had begged for help, for whatever reason, he trusted this creature. Instead of fighting the motion towards the dragon's throat, Ryan exhaled, shook his head, and started crawling. He moved forward, his arms in front of him, feeling ahead as the path before him became very narrow and tight. The warmth from the dragon was only getting stronger as he moved forward, the warmth was enticing, he pushed his hands forward and they sort of sunk into the dragon's tight throat muscles.
At this point the dragon's tongue lifted a bit, making Ryan slide forward into the tight tunnel. The warm muscles pressing in on his body was the most comfortable sensation he had ever experienced since nearly freezing to death. He could feel the chills that were present in his bones starting to warm at the feeling in the throat. Ryan's fear started melting away with the ice on his body. He no longer cared whether or not this would result in his death; the dragon's belly was a destination that he now desired.
The muscles from the throat now tugged on his arms as the dragon swallowed. His body was squeezed into the tight esophagus up to his legs. The warmth was heavenly; he shifted his weight slightly as he slid down to hasten his trip to the dragon's belly. He could not move much more than shifting a little bit in either direction, the soft slimy muscles clutched at him on all sides, an alien sensation that words could not describe. The soft esophagus slid up around him as he fell deeper into the dragon's throat, his legs still sliding across the dragon's tongue, some cold air still biting at his feet. He could hear a very soft thump sound in his ear as his head slid in deeper, the throat muscles pressed against his ears as he slid down past the dragons beating heart. He could feel his feet sink into the body of the dragon as he felt another swallow push him even deeper. The more he sank, the warmer sensation became.
In front of him, his hands sank deeper until he felt the muscle harden for a small area. There was a much tighter and narrower area right in front of him. He pushed hard with his hand to get them through the ring and into a chamber that was even warmer than the throat. As his arms slid through the ring he braced himself for the pressure he knew was coming. The ring pressed hard on his head as it slipped though, his upper chest being constricted and reminding him that he had not taken a breath of air since his head had first started the descent down the dragon's throat.
As the ring pressed in on his stomach he took an involuntary breath and was surprised to feel his lungs fill with air once again. He grabbed the sides of the tight ring of muscle with his arms and pushed hard, forcing his body through it. His waist slid out fast as his body sloshed down into the stomach of the dragon.
Ryan lay there for a moment, unable to move, taking in the feeling of ecstasy from being where he was. The warmth reminded him of a hot tub, but without water and instead a soft flesh that cradled his body. The chills he thought he would feel for the rest of his life were now gone, replaced with a level of comfort he never thought possible. After a minute or two of relaxation he sat up as best he could, the top of his head sliding across the top of the stomach. He was perplexed as to why he was not being melted in digestive acids; the dragon's stomach seemed to be completely empty apart from his own body and some saliva that was swallowed with him.
Ryan rested in the dragon's belly, curling his body up in the warm chamber. His hope was starting to return, maybe he wasn't just a lunch for the beast, and maybe it wasn't a mercy killing either. Ryan was starting to think that the dragon saved his life, though he was still ready to accept the belly as his final resting place.
Hours passed and Ryan had still not been released, suffocated, or digested. He shifted his body into a more comfortable position, unsure of what to do at this point. He slid himself around the dragon's stomach for a while, feeling around for the way he came in when suddenly the dragon's stomach started shifting. The walls started pressing in on his body, pushing him back towards the throat. He felt gravity shift slightly in front of him, the ring that squeezed him into the stomach was now slightly more open. The stomach walls pushed in again and squeezed his body back through the hole, sliding him back up the esophagus in a fairly lurching motion. After a moment his head poked back into the dragon's mouth as his body was forced out of the throat and slid along the dragon's tongue.
Ryan propped himself up as he lay on the dragon's tongue. The dragon opened its mouth and lowered its tongue to the ground. Ryan semi-reluctantly stepped off of the dragon's tongue and onto the grassy ground. He looked around him, stunned, no snow to be seen. The dragon closed its mouth and looked at Ryan, who in return walked up to the dragon and hugged its head in gratitude.
"You saved me, thank you so much."
The dragon licked him in response before lifting its head to its normal height and taking off, looking down at Ryan once more before flying away. Ryan looked back to see the mountain in the distance, the dragon had flown all the way out to a warmer climate to drop him off. As Ryan started walking towards the road ahead of him, he figured another trip to the mountain in the near future was a distinct possibility.