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WARNING: This short story is a short story... (actually contains safe willing vore)

Lark toppled over as her dragon pounced on her, licking her continuously. She giggled, pushing away playfully as Draan pinned her down.

"Come on Draan, let me go!" She pleaded lightheartedly.

Draan licked her face, causing her to sputter as some of his saliva invaded her mouth. "Only if you admit to having the best dragon in the world."

"Well then I would be lying, now wouldn't I?" Lark remarked back, teasingly.

Draan stopped mid lick and looked at her, worried.

"Come on, Draan, we've been together since birth and you still can't tell when I'm joking? You would think by now that you would."

"Im sorry," Draan said, head bowed shamefully. "You know that dragons have a hard time deciphering humor."

"Yeah, it must be kinda' boring for dragons to have nothing to laugh at ever."

"I seem to get by." Draan said, perking up and licking her face again. He loved playing with Lark, she was the only human who he could be himself around. Normally when the king entered the room, Lark would have to stop playing with Draan and perform some mundane task that came with the duties of being a princess. Lark didn't talk much about her royal duties but seemed too tired to do anything after. If the king caught him licking her, he would get a lashing from one of the guards. Apparently his way of showing affection didn't leave a good taste on the king's tongue like it did for Draan.

Lark's taste was a good taste indeed, her flavor was unmatched by any of his food. He wasn't sure what it was that made her taste so good but something just excited his senses in a way that no food ever had before. He felt awful about his secret fantasy to feel her on his tongue, to feel her body succumb to his predatory nature as he swallowed. He thought of the rippling bulge that would be created as she traveled down his neck. The thought sent shivers down his spine. A clawed hand reached up and touched his neck as he swallowed the copious amounts of saliva that had built up just thinking about it. He imagined that it was her that was traveling down towards his belly. He felt the saliva first enter his crop and almost immediately travel deeper towards his awaiting stomach. His conscience overwhelmed his daydream. He stopped himself from visualizing his friend rolling down his throat. His daydreams were getting worse.

Lark opened her eyes when the licks ceased to come, it seemed as though Draan was off daydreaming again. She always wondered what he daydreamed about. She assumed that he spent his time thinking about something nice as he would drool whenever he thought of it. She watched, amused, as a thick gob of drool hung from his maw just above her face. She closed her eyes and mouth as she saw the small strands of saliva straining as they tried to defy gravity. It dropped, landing right on her face, soaking her hair in dragon saliva. She wiggled one of her arms out of his grasp to wipe away the sticky substance. Draan snapped out of his daze, a worried look on his face. He looked down to see her wiping some of his saliva off herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry Lark, I didn't mean to drool on you." Draan said, silently cursing his daydreams.

Lark laughed. "It's alright, Draan. I'm not disgusted by it anymore. I've been around you far too long to be put off by a bit of dragon saliva."

Draan smiled and licked her face again, painting on another layer of spit.

"What do you daydream about, Draan?"

Draan looked down at her. "What?"

"You daydream all the time, what do you think about Draan."

A hue of red colored Draan's dark blue scales. "I don't really want to talk about."

"Oh, come on Draan, you can tell me anything.

He looked down at his lifelong friend, questioning whether or not telling her his secret desire would ruin their friendship. Nothing before this had actually caused such an unsure feeling within him. He knew it would not go over well if he did tell her.

Draan didn't seem to be loosening up. Lark looked at him, concern in her facial expression. "What's wrong?" She asked. "You're acting weird."

Draan sucked on his tongue, unsure of what to do. The taste of his friend still danced on his tongue. He savored it, realizing now that it could very well be the last time he tastes her succulent form.

He sighed, finally breaking and opening up to Lark. "I don't know how to put this." He muttered, fearful of the near future.

Lark looked at him, the room filled with a nervous air, a sticky humid air that made it hard to breathe well. Her chest tightened to the atmosphere that was set. If Draan wasn't telling her something, then it must have been something that bothered him quite a bit.

Draan looked her in the eye, seeing her worried expression. He couldn't bring himself to smile to reassure her because what he was contemplating on telling her would certainly cause her to lose all assurance of him.

Lark smiled reassuringly. "Listen, whatever you have to say, I will still be around afterwards, okay?"

Draan attempted a smile and hoped beyond hope that she would keep her word. "Okay...it's just that you... taste really good." He said, realizing that he was still pinning her down. He let her go so that if she wanted to run, she could.

Lark didn't move, she only looked up at Draan. She felt a twinge of excitement course through her.

"Listen, Lark, I know that the thought scares you but just because I like how you taste doesn't mean that I can't control my instincts." Draan stood up and walked towards his bed, unable to look at Lark. He knew that he had just created an unneeded divide in their friendship.

Lark stood up, watching her friend lay down in his bed. She walked over to his muzzle and sat down in front of his face. Draan covered his muzzle with his paws. "I'm not afraid of you, Draan. You don't have to run away from me."

Draan looked up from under his paws. Lark moved in closer. Draan moved away from her. "Why are you getting close to me?"

"Because I'm your friend." Lark answered. "I think you're more afraid of me than I am of you," she said petting his nose.

Draan purred, she always knew how to make him feel loved. "I'm sorry, I won't lick you anymore." Draan said.

"No, I like when you lick me." Lark said immediately after hearing Draan's promise.

"I know you do but I don't know if I can control my instincts around you. My daydreams have been getting more vivid recently and I'm worried that I might act on them."

"You never did tell me what you were daydreaming about."

"I don't think you want to know." Draan murmured.

Lark continued to pet Draan's nose. "Please tell me. I won't be afraid."

Draan sighed. "I keep having these vivid fantasies of... of eating you." He looked at her, seeing her worried expression.

Lark felt her heart beat faster as adrenaline pumped through her veins. Her body desperately pleaded for her to run from this predator but she wouldn't budge. Her curiosity on the subject caused her to stay.

"I'm sorry, Draan, it's just hard for me to get my head wrapped around you wanting to kill me," she said, looking down at the tile floor.

"Oh, no, you've got it all wrong, I don't want to kill you; I just want to eat you."

Lark continued to look at the tile floor. "I don't see how that's any different."

Draan suddenly realized her confusion. "Oh, I didn't explain. Dragons have crops, a sort of stomach that just stores food. There is no digestion whatsoever." I don't want to kill you, Lark, you're my best friend.

Lark looked up at him, starting to understand his fantasies.

"Is it safe?" Lark asked.

"Is what safe?"

"Being stored in your crop."

"I assume so, I've eaten bunnies and such alive and stored them in there. After a couple of hours, I release them again and they seem fine. I only do that when my fantasies of eating you get too overwhelming though... I'm sorry, I'm sure you don't want to hear this."

"No, it's okay, go on."

"Well, theoretically it would be safe but it's just a fantasy, I just wasn't sure if I wanted to tell you because I assumed you would take it badly. I guess I was right."

"Well, we're no less close than we were because of your fantasies, I think it actually brings us closer. You've told me your deepest secret. I think I trust you more than anyone I've ever trusted before." Lark paused, smiling. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Draan looked her in the eye, confused at her sudden change in tone.

"I'm kind of curious too."

"Curious about what?" Draan asked.

"I'm curious about what it would be like to be eaten."

"Oh stop teasing, Lark, I know you're just trying to be nice." Draan muttered.

"No, I'm being serious. If you're up to trying it, I'm up to trying it... but no biting or anything." She added playfully.

Draan still wasn't sure what to do, he didn't think she'd like the experience much at all. Suddenly, he noticed that she was talking off her clothes in front of him. Normally, she would have told him to look away but nothing came out of her lips as she watched him watch her undress.

"What are you doing?" Draan asked.

"I'm undressing." Lark said plainly.

"Yeah but why?"

"I don't want to get my clothes all dirty, and besides, I'm sure my clothes don't taste all that good."

Draan blushed as she took off her underwear. "You don't have to take that off if you don't want to."

"I know. Now," she started, standing stark naked in front of him. "Take me."

Draan looked her over, he felt himself already starting to salivate. He couldn't deny how delicious she looked. He wanted to pounce on her but he also didn't want to scare her.

Lark waited for Draan to act but he didn't move a muscle. "What's wrong Draan, don't you think I look good?"

Draan snapped out of his daze and looked at her concerned face. "Yeah, you... you look delicious but I'm afraid that I might hurt you."

"Well, maybe I'll step into your bed then, she said, climbing into the giant custom-made fluffy nest that the dragon slept in. He moved to accommodate her. "Okay, now when you pounce, you won't hurt me."

Draan looked at her, still obviously nervous.

"Come on, Draan," She teased. "I know you can't hold off forever."

"Okay, but let's take this slow," he said getting up and walking towards her.

Lark instinctively backed away from the large advancing predator. Draan saw the instinctual fear within Lark. He felt excitement deep within him, an instinctual, uncontrollable excitement that made him want to leap on her and pin her down. He stopped his instincts from controlling him and continued to just walk forward, slowly following her retreat until her back hit the large lip of his nest. She had accidentally cornered herself. Draan smiled, licking his lips slowly and obviously to elicit some fear from Lark. It excited him much more than he'd like to admit to see Lark watch him approach, pushing her body against the side of his bed. He could smell her fear and it smelled great. He brought his muzzle down to her and took a deep breath in. "Your smell is... intoxicating, I can't wait to have a taste." He broke his voracious teasing for a second. "Are you sure that you're still okay with doing this?" He asked in a whisper, almost like he was trying to hide that he cared from the voracious part of him.

Lark nodded. "Yes Draan, I'm ready."

"Okay, I'll be gentle."

Draan's tongue snaked out of his maw, first making contact with her thigh. It traveled up slowly, leaving a trail of thick saliva in its wake. Draan licked up the right side of Lark's body, careful to respect her private areas. Lark shivered as she was tasted, feeling her friend run his tongue up her body. She watched Draan's expression as he tasted her. He looked as though he was in pure bliss as he ran his great tongue across her stomach. Nearly every part of her was covered with Draan's thick saliva, save for her crotch and chest. Draan would bring his tongue back in to savor his friend and swallow the excess saliva that pooled in his mouth. Draan decided that it was time to take the next step. He opened his mouth, yawning wide to show off the light pink fleshy interior. Strings of saliva stretched as he opened.

Lark gasped in surprise at the new environment on display in front of her. She didn't realize just how big Draan's mouth was. It looked as though it could hold her completely inside. She took charge this time, reaching in and petting his tongue. Draan's tongue quivered with the new sensation. "So, Draan, how do I taste?"

"Draan smiled after letting her take her hand out of his mouth. "You taste delicious... thank you Lark for letting me try this, I couldn't ask for a better friend."

Lark kissed Draan's snout. "You're not the only one who wants to try this little experiment out, who knows, maybe we can do it again sometime if you're up for it."

"Absolutely I would be up for it." He licked her face. Lark giggled as the tickling tongue continued, licking her everywhere it could. She slowly fell to the floor laughing and squirming as Draan licked her. The fear that Lark had melted away as the probing tongue tickled her. Draan slowly moved his muzzle down to her feet and began putting them in his mouth. Draan realized that licking did little justice to her flavor. Having a part of her in his mouth was an overloading sensation. He couldn't remember the last time he was in such bliss. As his tongue worked to get as much of Lark's flavor, Lark sat back and relaxed, getting used to the odd massage she was receiving. It actually felt really nice. She was beginning to actually enjoy the experience. Suddenly, she felt a sucking sensation on her feet. Draans lips suddenly moved up past her kneecaps. His tongue eagerly licked her legs, the taste of Lark renewed with new surfaces to lick. Lark bent over and hugged his nose as even more of her was consumed by Draan. His tongue played with her legs, almost fighting them. She wiggled back and struggled playfully, eliciting a purr from Draan. He blushed, embarrassed at how much he was enjoying Lark. She giggled at his purring and continued to pet his nose. His tongue came out, following the shape of her body, running up her back. It gave her some support, like a slippery chair.

Lark felt the familiar sucking sensation as she was pulled in, her thighs now resting on his lips. She let go of his nose and laid back on his tongue, sensing that he wanted to pull more of her in. He sucked more of her in eagerly. Lark watched her waist disappear in a flash as he continued. Her stomach slowly sunk into his awaiting maw. She was surprised when he didn't stop, her chest slowly approached and he suddenly opened his mouth, displaying her form on his tongue. Draan lifted his head to the sky, allowing gravity to do the rest. Lark slid in past his lips. He closed his mouth slowly, careful not to bite Lark accidentally. Lark was slowly shrouded in the damp darkness that was Draan's mouth. She breathed in, smelling a surprisingly clean damp environment, she assumed it was because Draan swallowed his prey whole most of the time. The tongue under her slowly pushed her against his palate. It licked along her entire body, flipping her over every so often to get everything. Lark struggled playfully, wrestling Draan's tongue. She grabbed it, wrapping her arms and legs around the large slippery muscle but it wiggled out of her grasp and coiled around her like a snake. Draan squeezed her with his tongue, careful that it wasn't too tight that she was uncomfortable. Lark smiled as she was hugged by Draan's tongue.

Lark felt her world shift again as Draan lifted his head upwards again. The tongue loosened its grip on her and she felt herself slide further into his maw. Draan opened his mouth up slightly, letting in a small amount of light. Lark watched as his gullet opened up for her, her legs slipped downwards, one of her kneecaps brushing his hanging uvula slightly. As soon as her kneecap made contact with his uvula, she heard a wet gulping sound. An intense sucking sensation overwhelmed her legs and pulled her in up to her waist. She yelped in surprise. Draan heard her cry and tried to sooth her with a lick on her face. The tip of his tongue curled backwards, coming down to caress her face and calm her nerves. Lark realized that it was by accident that Draan swallowed her that quickly.

Draan took small gulps, letting Lark watch as she slipped ever deeper into his throat. He took one final gulp, a large one and felt Lark disappear from his mouth. Immediately, he brought his paw up to feel the bulge as it traveled down his long neck. It was an incredible feeling to feel live prey roll down his neck, struggling and squirming. Draan couldn't believe that Lark had let him do this. He was ecstatic. The pleasure that was felt was increased tenfold from knowing that Lark, his best friend, was sliding down his throat. Lark finally reached the end of her trip, being slowly deposited into his crop. Draan swallowed some air so that Lark had plenty to breathe.

Lark felt her body move through a tight elastic opening. She was deposited into a small fleshy sack that she assumed was his crop. Lark curled up, laying on her side, feeling the warmth of Draan surround her. She was surprised that she was so comfortable. The walls closed in from her left. Lark assumed that Draan was petting her. She felt his paw run across her. His heartbeat slowed down to a calming, rhythmic pulse that made her extremely sleepy. She closed her eyes letting sleep overwhelm her, Draan's stomach walls acted like a blanket.

Draan felt Lark's movement cease. 'She must have fallen asleep,' he thought as he curled up himself for slumber. He gulped some more air and rested his head on his paws, drifting off to sleep with very little trouble.

THE END