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Going Up. Going Down.

By: Berserker B

Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Dev the dragon stared at the elevator door, his patience thin and his stomach rumbling. He placed a hand over the angry belly, trying to appease it with some gentle rubbing. He glared at the elevator door and tried pushing the down button next to it, hoping in some way that it would make the thing come down faster. His clawed foot tapped at the floor, making a dull clicking noise each time his foot came down. He sighed and brushed a hand through his long blue hair. The number counting down the floor at which the elevator was at seemed slower than a snail. Dev tapped his foot faster, his stomach's grumbling growing more annoying.

Finally the elevator arrived. Dev made his way in quickly. He pushed the button for the top floor and leaned his large frame back against the wall.

"Hey, hold that elevator!" A figure shouted as he sprinted for the closing elevator. Dev recognized the figure and made a metaphoric dive for the button to keep the doors from closing. He got to it just in time, and the elevator doors calmly slid back open. "Thank you so much," said the figure, a little out of breath. "I really didn't want to- Oh, hey Dev!" His face lit up the moment he realized who was in the elevator with him.

The man's name was Slade. He was a Finnish lapphund with light brown fur on his front and black fur on his back, with a spot of cream colored fur running up his chest and under his muzzle. Slade adjusted himself and took a spot next to the big green dragon as the elevator doors closed once again, this time without interruption.

The elevator started to rise.

"How are you doing?" asked Slade, wearing a smile. His blue eyes shined even in the dim fluorescent lighting.

Dev smiled back. "Not too bad. Just hungry." He gave his rumbling belly another pat. "I've been so busy today that I haven't had a chance to grab a bite to eat."

Slade tilted his head some, looking concerned. "Aww, well that sucks. Tell you what, when we get back to the room I'll order us some room service." He leaned over and gave Dev's belly a little rub. "Don't you worry buddy, I'll feed you."

The scent of the lapphund caught Dev's nostrils. Being so hungry, his flared up senses could not help but take in the rather delicious smell that Slade seemed to give off. It was very... enticing for the big green dragon.

"Say Slade," Dev said, his lips starting to salivate, "do you smell what I smell?"

Slade looked up at his friend, shaking his head in confusion. "I don't smell anything. Except us."

Dev leaned down and took a big whiff of Slade. "Mmm. How can you not smell it?"

At this point, Slade knew that something very bad was going to happen, though he hoped in his gut he was wrong. "Hey buddy, we'll get you some food soon. Don't... Don't do anything I'm going to regret." He started inching around the elevator, keeping his back to the wall. He slowly and carefully reached for the emergency button on the console...

Dev's tail whipped around and shoved the canine back against the opposite wall. The large appendage kept Slade pinned while Dev towered over his friend. The stare that Dev gave his little canine friend sent a shiver down Slade's back. The dragon's lips dripped with saliva. He bent down and licked Slade from the tip of his muzzle to the top of his long curly brown hair. Dev smacked his lips from the taste.

"Now Dev, remember how I said I was going to feed you when we got back to the room?" Slade tried desperately to push Dev's tail out of the way. If only he could make it to the top of the hotel...

Dev licked his lips once more. "Yes. But why should I wait when you can feed me now?" The ravenous dragon opened his jaws, giving Slade a nice look at the pulsing wet throat that lie in wait for him. He moved his tail out of the way, and Slade tried to make a break for the console. But the little room available, plus Dev's larger size, made it impossible for the little lapphund to get too far. Dev grabbed his friend and clamped his jaws around the dog's head before he had a chance to react or say anything else.

Slade's attempts at appealing to his friend were now muffled by the thickness of the dragon's flesh and scales. His face grew wet with saliva as it was roughly shoved into the back of the dragon's mouth. Dev wasted no time in getting to work. He used his claws to tear away the dog's shirt, leaving the tattered remains to float to the floor. With a strong grip on the dog's hips, he hoisted Slade off the ground. Slade found his head squeezed tightly by his friend's gullet, his hair and fur quickly matted and soaked with dragon spittle.

Despite his predicament, Slade was not about to give up so easily. He tossed and fought his friend's grip, trying to force Dev to lose his handle just long enough to escape. At first it seemed to be working. His head began to slide back out. But things went downhill when Dev changed things around. The dragon picked Slade up even more, turning the canine nearly upside down. Despite the small amount of room, Dev managed to angle himself just low enough so that Slade's butt hit the ceiling. Slade's struggling shifted him further into Dev's throat. With a couple of gulps Dev had Slade's arms pinned to the sides of his maw.

With his friend pinned and not going anywhere, Slade took a moment to enjoy the canine's taste. He let his tongue slide up and down Slade's furry body, coating every spot it touched sticky with saliva. Slade continued to whine and struggle, though now it could not even delay the inevitable. With another gulp Slade was halfway down. Dev stopped for a second to remove the dog's pants. Clothing was never really that palatable, and he much preferred his food-friend au natural.

Dev's stomach happily expanded for Slade as he made his way in. The dragon's underbelly stretched and bulged with oddly shaped lumps as Slade's body was forced against the tight fleshy confines. The green dragon happily rubbed the spots where his friend's form pushed against. He slowly slurped down Slade's legs. They kicked and kicked all the way down, until the only thing left outside of the dragon's mouth were two wiggling paws. Dev used the tip of his tail and pushed the foot-paws into his maw. He clamped his jaws shut and sealed Slade's trip with one good swallow.

The little lapphund found very little comfort or room in the tight squeeze of his friend's belly. "Come on Dev, this isn't funny anymore!" he shouted, hoping that maybe Dev would release him now. "Let me out! Now!"

Dev could barely make out what his former friend - now food - was saying. He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, rubbing and hugging his gut. It felt good to finally get something in his stomach, especially something as filling as Slade. The rumbling in his stomach was enjoyable now, and it was all thanks to his de-licious friend. What a good friend he was.

And suddenly, the elevator stopped moving. Dev heard the final ding as the chime told him he was at the top floor. The doors slid open, and outside stood a fox. The vulpine stared at the scene before him: torn clothes on the floor, a dragon with a giant gut, and said gut was wiggling.

Dev grinned at the confused fox. "Going down?" He reached out and pulled the fox inside. The dragon wickedly licked his lips and stared hungrily at the nervous fox. The elevator doors closed.

Then End