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Sini by  Sini

Riley by  TimTheWolf



A gray and yellow wolf hiccups again, a drunkard next to him bumping his elbow. "Hey watch it man..." The wolf mumbles, glaring at the patron. Around him, the bar is louder than all hell. People and furries alike were laughing,talking, cheering, and most of all, drinking.

Tonight is a night to get turnt up, thought Sini as he flashed his I.D. to the bouncers. They let the cord drop to one side of the gate then each opened one of the two double doors. Sini was enveloped in the ambiance almost immediately; drunk furs, dancers, loud pop music played by DJs. He sauntered on over to the bar and stood next to the gray and yellow wolf's stool, then tapped a claw on the counter. A bartender carrying fizzy glasses waved a finger, mouthed “one moment”, then disappeared in the crowd. Later the 'tender returned behind the bar. Said Sini,

“Shirley Temple please!”

Riley smiled stupidly and took another swig of his first drink when someone sat next to him. Riley looked over to see the tall purple and black dragon that had sat next to him. Did I drink to much or is that a dragon next to me? Riley's fuzzy brain thought, making Riley chuckle to himself. The wolf turned and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Are you a real dragon?" The wolf asked, his speech ever so slightly slurred. Did I really just say that? Damn... Riley cursed himself under his breath.
Riley shook his head and stuttered to try again.

The dragon kept on looking straight, but said, “Yeah yeah, a real life dragon.” He concentrated on his fingers fiddling over the wood of the bar, tried not to look up, till the 'tender hustled back holding a red umbralla-ed drink with a cherry floating on top. “Thanks.” Sini upended it. The glass was empty instantly. He belched. “One more please!”

Riley cursed under his breath again. He had offended the guy! "Hey, I'm sorry. It's Saint Patrick's day and I've never been good at holding my alcohol. You'll have to forgive me." Riley was surprised at how well that came out. He hoped the dragon wasn't too pissed at him.
The wolf looked around awkwardly, it seemed that there was somehow an awkward silence surrounding him inside the noisy nightclub. Riley sighed, knowing he pissed the dragon off and stood up to find another seat.

Came a crash. Beneath Sini's feet was the emptied glass that the gray and yellow wolf had elbowed into on his way off, which had shattered into millions of sharp tiny shards. The apathetic look of the dragon was quickly replaced by annoyance. One paw balled into a fist. Claws dug into the bar. Nostrils fumed purple. “Wolf. Watch where you're going, will ya?” Sini was standing tall over the wolf, gazing down on the wolf, now, considering him. Alcohol had perfumed the wolf; Sini's nostrils twitched, now.

The wolf jumped, looking at the broken glass on the floor now and groaned. "I'm sorry... I really am... But just have a little holiday spirit, would you?" The wolf grunted, starting to get annoyed with the dragon now, fueled by the small amount of alcohol Riley consumed. "I mean... You're not even wearing green! And you know what that means!" That's when Riley made a horrible mistake. He reached out and gave the dragon's black scales a small pinch.

Scales above one of the dragon's brow twitched. Neck spasms. Sini threw his head forward and his lower jaw dropped as he bawled with laughter an inch from the snout of the wolf, clutching his ribcage, striking his wings in sporadic intervals. His breath was very much cherry, but strong, and stale.

When he finally calmed his laughing fit, “No, I don't think I know what that means. What do you think you're doing, pinching my scales, little wolf? Hm?” A shake of the head. “You've had one drink too many me thinks.”

The wolf looked around nervously, not many furs taking notice of the dragon's laughing fit. Once he had finished laughing and was now glaring scarily at him, Riley nervously explained. "Um... W-Well... Pinching is a s-silly little tradition that people do if someone else is n-not wearing g-green." Riley nervously readjusts his green shirts. "See... W-Wearing green!" The wolf began to nervously back away.

“Order up,” the bartender said. He had placed a fresh foaming glass on the counter which Sini considered only briefly. One unfamiliar waiter behind him was sweeping up the scattered shrapnel of the previous.

And furs kept on raving, waving glow sticks around, oblivious. Nothing in their eyes but music in their ears. The dragon pushed the fresh drink toward the waiter's side. Tsked the dragon. Said the dragon, returning his gaze to the wolf, “I'm done with Shirleys for the night.” A smirk. “I've the need for real alcohol; and Sir Spills-a-lot here reeks of it.” A lick of the lips, blocking out the spinning colored lights of overhead as he loomed over Riley.

The wolf shrunk in the shadow of the dragon, nervously muttering. "Uh... What're you doing pal?" Riley began to slowly scoot away from the dragon, nervous about what might happen next. "Listen... I-I don't want to fight! It w-was stupid of m-me to pinch you, I'm sorry!" Riley began to breath heavily now, all evidence that he had been drinking now disappeared as the dragon hovered over the wolf intimidatingly. "Listen, I'll g-go and I won't b-bother you again!"
Riley smiles nervously, his tail between his legs, and takes a step away from him.

Sini snatched Riley up with one paw, grinning wide as The Grand Canyon. “Look what I found. Free booze!”

Slobber and spittle fell from the dragon's parting jaws in thick steaming puddles on the hard floor. A slimy tongue and hot disgusting breath lolled out to touch Riley's face. There was the great uvula staring back at Riley. There were Riley's feet descending down into the dragon's jaws as Sini's paw lowered him. Heat climbed his ankles already.

"Hey! What're you—” Riley asked as he was raised high above the dragon's open mouth. He yelped as his feet were lowered into the hot and moist maw.
Riley began panicking and thrashing to escape. "Let me out! Please don't do this! I'm really sorry!" Riley kept babbling wildly, hoping the dragon would appeal to his pleas, but they were drowned out by the pounding music. But that did not discourage the wolf from trying to pull out his feet as more of his legs were consumed.

All the dragon felt were the pounds of the prey's heartbeat, now, despite the blare of people and music. His eyelids came down then brows came down. Riley was let go of. Riley would find himself in the finally shut jaws of the dragon, tossed cheek to cheek, tasted. Sini's “mmmmm” put shivers all over the counter but blended well with the cacophony of noise. Was hid. His tongue flickered out to swipe the taste of alcoholic fur off his lips then returned to a place between each bulging cheek. Sini salivated gallons. Sini began angling his head vertically. Letting his tongue slip into the back of his throat with the wolf as cargo.

Kicking and fighting against the dragon's powerful throat muscles, the wolf continues to slide down the dragon's throat. He only manages to slip deeper and after, the dragon's mouth lubricated by the gallons of saliva and alcohol. "No! Please stop! I'm so sorry!" The wolf sobs and tries to open the dragon' saw with his slippery arms, but the act is futile, as is every other attempt to get out. Riley gasps as his head enters the throat and is completely constricted by the consulting and shifting muscles.

Sini grinned gladly. Powerful throat muscles escorted his prey on a downward trip accompanied by each gulp. Another inch down. Another. He pinched the plates of his neck between fingers and a thumb as if tugging on the whiskers of some invisible Adam's apple. Except, here, the apple was entirely visible, which was the squirming bulge of the wolf. Beer from the furs of the wolf warmed his throat. The “mmmmm” increased, until finally―

GULP! Sini swallowed loudly.

With that one last hard swallow, Riley is sent into the humid stomach of the dragon. Riley lands inside, kicking and fighting, but slipping on the alcohol and stomach acids. "Please man! Let me out!" Riley continues to fights uselessly but the booze the wolf had consumed just tired him out. With a few weak hits, Riley slumped against the walls tiredly. "What are you going to do to me?" The wolf asked sadly.

Glasses behind the bar along with the entire bar shuddered: Sini had tossed himself over a table where a fox and stag sat; and the fox and stag pushed out of their seats away from the dragon abruptly, as abruptly the table snapped in the middle and crashed to the floor in splinters. He lay in the rubble rubbing his gut, squeezing the groaning plates with his claws. A sigh and a moan. A loud belch unavoidable to the ears of anyone remotely nearby.

“BURRRRRRRUP!” He huffed the purple gas out his nostrils, and between his teeth. The dragon chuckled. The dragon had fallen silent as likewise the nearby furs had. But when their commotion resumed, said he, at a volume for him and Riley only, “Now, you … now, I'm gonna lie here pinching you, just the way you pinched me.”

And pinch he did. The claws would knead over Riley deeply as though the purple plates weren't there at all. Each digit would come together and rub, grope, pinch.

Riley grunted and groaned as the dragon's weight and his combined crushed a table and the dragon began pinching him. "Listen! I'm really sorry! Please! I'm begging you! It was just a stupid joke!" The wolf wipes some alcoholic saliva off of his face and whimpers. He accepts the fact that there's nothing he can do to change the dragon's mind and crosses his arms and pouts. "If you're going to digest me, stop playing and just get it over with..." The wolf pouts sullenly.

“Eh heh heh. No, I'm just soaking the alcohol up off you. You've obviously had too much tonight.”

The wolf grunted angrily. "I had one drink! I just don't hold alcohol very well... Please just get this over with!" Riley whined, shaking off more saliva and other juices nervously. He sighs and curls up into a ball, trying to avoid the pinches.

Sini made no reply to that. He rubbed his belly, reclined a moment longer. He stood and broke clusters of rave furs as he filed through them, and eventually came to a circle in the middle of the crowds, and danced. As soon as the DJ announced the end of the final song, things got “turnt down” real quick. Sober furs exited solo or in cheers with peers. Less sober furs clung to a shoulder of a peer or were carried out. Some less fortunate were passed out on tables, hard floor, counters; but their glow necklaces and bracelets still shined the ch'i of the night. 2:05, a screen read.

Damn, Sini thought.

Sini waited till the masses filed through the double doors to make his leave, likewise.

* * *

The dragon awoke with a horrible headache in the dawn light of the hotel room. Not like he had gotten drunk such to deserve it. Some sun shined through from a creaked open curtain, and Sini stared to it, and Sini rumbled dumbly. Rubbed down there. Opened his eyes fully. 6:15, a digital clock on a bedside table in front of a quaint-looking lamp read. Smiling. “Wakey wakey, pincher wolf.”

The wolf had unfortunately spent the whole night inside of the stomach. He had tried to find a comfortable spot to rest in, but came up empty handed. Which meant he had not slept a wink. A few hours ago, the dragon had collapsed onto the hotel room bed and promptly fallen asleep. The wolf tried to find a way to drift to sleep but the dragon's heartbeat and the thought of impending digestion had kept him awake. Riley had been curled up when the dragon suddenly rubbed the belly, and mumbled a greeting.

Through a shaky voice, Riley asked. "What are y-you g-going to do w-with me? P-Please let m-m out..."

“Hold your horses.”

Sini first dragged himself and the covers out of the bed. He trudged to the bathroom. Brushed his teeth. Took a shower, and whistled, and whistled his way out. Sighed after he had made the bedsheets halfway presentable. “One minute.”

One minute later he was bent over on the sidewalk by the rosebushes in front of the hotel. He retched up the wolf. The wolf was coated in gastric fluids, lying in a puddle of them.

The wolf waited nervously, wondering what the dragon was going to do. He held his breath as he assumed the dragon took a shower, heating the inside of the belly around him. He sat in silence as he felt the dragon moving about when Riley was suddenly forced up the dragon's esophagus and out his maw and into a puddle of disgusting juices outside of a hotel. The wolf looked around and winced at the sudden light change and the drop in temperate caused him to shiver.

Licking the wolf up to his feet, “Hope ah … din't scar you mentally too moch.” More focus was put upon the licks than the talking. The dragon turned the wolf around then slurped him spotless: dry, all aside from some slobber which dried in the light of day. He said with his tongue free, “Sorry if I frightened you last night or this morning. You pinched me, so I got you back. That could've been the end of it. Except, I've never had a high tolerance for alcohol, so I tasted it on you, and. Yeah.” Lips tightened. Each thumb rubbed the paw of the other while Sini stood on all-fours stiffly in as polite a manner as possible for a Sini.

The wolf whimpers as the dragon had licked him clean, his fur now sticking up and shiny with saliva again. The wolf was shivering, due to being cold and being eaten alive. He simply stared for a moment, his eyes wide before he began speaking. "I-I get t-that you d-didn't like b-being p-pinched but I m-mean, come on! Eating m-me was unnecessary!" The wolf shouted through chattering teeth. He was about to start yelling again when he remembered that this was the dragon who ate him because of a pinch, and quickly backed away. "N-Never mind... I'll j-just leave y-you alone n-now..." The wolf began to back away.

Sini stared. “You're shivering.”

Sini took from his neck pocket a small blanket he wrapped around the wolf thrice. Still, the corner of his lip shrugged. Sini hummed, and breathed a gentle flame above the wolf, and squeezed the wolf's furs dry. Dark clouds hung over his head despite the perked tulips, daisies, and daffodils, despite the bright spotless sky, the sunshine pouring upon us. Sini considered the wolf a moment longer. Turned. “Right. I'll let you go your way now, Mr. … Mr. …”

"N-No... I'm fi—" Before Riley could say anything else, a towel was wrapped around him and a small flame lit by him, drying his soggy fur. "Whoa..." Riley stared at the flame and the small dark cloud. When the dragon had so kindly finished, Riley gaped for a moment then snapped back. "Oh! Um... I'm R-Riley... Thank you f-for drying me off..." The wolf smiled awkwardly.

Sini smiled but didn't look back. “Riley. Happy St. Pat's, belated St. Pat's.” He started for the hotel doors.

Some coins and a slide-out phone he had left in the room. Plus, he still had the key-card in his pocket. Keep a straight face when the receptionists asks you if you enjoyed your stay. Nod your head. Smile, even. Just don't eat her, stupid. … The clouds followed him, silently thundered overhead.

The wolf watched in a quiet awe as the dragon walked back into the hotel. "Happy Saint Patrick's day..." Riley mumbled back. He turned and began walking, silently mulling over what had just happened to him.

Panting was heard as the dragon came dashing back across the sidewalk toward Riley. “Sini!” he was shouting. “Sini's my name! I didn't give you my name.” A sigh rolled out, and he inhaled, caught his breath. Stood behind the wolf. “Riley. I was gonna say, I don't still have the key-card in my pocket. I lost it when I turnt up I think. Listen. Can I ask you a favor?” Big purple puppy eyes blinked down on Riley.

Riley jumped and turned to see the dragon running at him. He winced and braced himself but was surprised to see the dragon stop and breath heavily to catch his breath. Riley sighed. "L-Let me guess... You w-want me to go g-get the key card at the c-club?" The wolf asked tiredly.

“Hm? No! I don't need that silly card,” Sini protested. “It's just that I don't have anywhere else for me here in the city and I … I have another day here … and I was wondering, could I stay with you for the rest of the day?” Tail wagged furiously. “I'll―I'll make it up to ya. I'll buy you ice cream and let you ride on my back.”

Riley stared at the dragon, wondering if he had heard him correctly. Stay with me? Why on earth should I do that? I don't know... He did eat me...
The wolf sighed and rubbed his forehead with his yellow paw tiredly. "You're lucky I have a terrible hangover. Fine! I guess you can stay with me." Riley motioned for the eager dragon to follow him. "Just be warned that my apartment is not nearly as nice as that hotel room of yours." The wolf led the dragon to a decent apartment complex and walked up three flights of stairs. Riley pulled a key out of his jacket and unlocked the door. "Make yourself at home." Riley said tiredly, but smiled.

“Woo!”

A somersault, another somersault, a third, and Sini rolled to a stop on his back on the open floor of the living room. His tail shoved a coffee table into a different angle. Roll around the carpet, sniff the carpet, claw up the carpet, do a head-stand, fall over into the previous position; Sini was quickly mentally checking-off his to-do list. “We'll have lots of fun Riley. I'm still sorry. I am. Please forgive me okay?”

"Whoa whoa whoa! Careful!" Riley shouted and pushed the coffee table back into its normal position. "I don't really know what to say... I'm still nervous about keeping a voracious dragon in my apartment." Riley said, nervously looking at the floor. Riley went to the bathroom, took out a bottle of medicine and swallowed an aspirin tablet with some water. He walked back to the couch and collapsed onto the couch and rubbed his eyes, smiling wryly.

Sini had turned the knob on the front door when Riley returned. “Be back in a bit!” he hollered.

The door clapped shut behind him. Sini tripped on the first flight of steps down, spun, shouting on the multiple spins downward. Before he hit the bottom his wings outstretched; he leapt off the stairway and took to a soar in the sky. Spirals he did around pidgeons, breaking their V formation. Sini took in the cityscape then fell into it. …

"Um... Okay!" Riley called back. He went to the window and looked out to see Sini take flight and suddenly dive back down to the city. "Whoa... That is so cool! I'll be it feels amazing to fly!" Riley said, smiling at the dragon as he soared away.

It was evening and the sun was beginning to set when there was a knock on the door. The door opened, the knob turning. Sini arrived, carrying a bucket of white-pink-mintgreen-darkbrown contents and two spoons in one paw. “Guess what I got,” he sang. “Got my phone I forgot at the hotel. Some gold coins too. But guess what else?” The bucket was rested on the coffee table, Sini's shoulders dropping as he huffed, smiling. “It comes in lots of flavors and colors. And usually you put it in bowls. You've bowls, Riley?”

Riley was lying on the couch when the dragon opened the door and put the huge bucket of ice cream on the table. Riley stared at it. "Um... Yeah! I've got some bowls! I'll grab them." The wolf stood up and went to the kitchen. He opened one of the shelves and took out two bowls and grabbed some spoons out of another drawer and walked back to the living room where the dragon and the ice cream were waiting. "Wow... That looks really good!"

“Yeah,” said Sini snatching a spoon from Riley too eagerly. One scoop, two scoops, three scoops mixed with the four flavors filled his bowl. “Mint chip and strawberry and vanilla and”―shoveling ice cream down his throat and dripping chocolate flavor from his chin―“chocolate. Mmm.” He not-so-sneakily snuck an additional two helpings of mostly-vanilla-and-mintchip into his bowl. Continued scarfing it down. Sugar mixed with the cold sent shivers down him head to toe. A not-so-empty stomach said its thanks for the sustenance.

Riley chuckled and scooped some into his own bowl and began eating it happily, murring with pleasure. "Wow... This is really really delicious! Where did you get this?" Riley asked, eating his ice cream faster now and starting another howl as soon as he finished off his first helping of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
"I've never had such tasty ice cream before!"

The trail of chocolate dripping from his chin to his neck plates he had made earlier in combination with a new trail of vanilla and mint, the dragon licked clean. His tongue traveled his sticky thumb and fingers while he suckled on them. “Basket Hobbit, or summat lahk dat,” he mumbled with the fingers in his mouth. They pulled out. They reached for the spoon. Likewise, the spoon reached for more ice-cream. Bowl or bucket, what did it matter? Half a liter was missing from the bucket which read “one liter”.

Riley noticed most of the ice cream was almost gone. "Wow... Did we eat all of that so fast? I guess we should slow down a little!" Riley chuckled and slowed his pace, smiling. "I'll have to look it up. I think I've heard the name before somewhere." Riley reached for some more ice cream and put it into his bowl, which he began to slurp down instantly.

A small burp escaped Sini. Ice cream flavor, he thought. Mostly mint. His spoon went to work at the bucket as determinedly as if it were a gold mine. And he shoveled each sugary lump of sweet down his throat. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. … One more gulp. As he eyed the last quarter liter, “Aye. Riley, you can finish it off.” Another scoop and he'd be awake till next week. A groan from both the dragon and the dragon's gut simultaneously. Sini toppled backward, resting on the floor, putting his palms over the gut's rounded plates. His tongue hung from the side. His eyes shut.

The wolf chuckled as the dragon laid back, his distended belly in the air. Riley looked at the remaining ice cream and finished it off rather quickly. He licked his jowl, sticky with ice cream but his stomach growled loudly. "Heh... That ice cream was really tasty but not too terribly filling!" Riley said and went to the kitchen to open the fridge. He groaned. "Damn... I need to got get groceries tomorrow... There's gotta be something to eat around here!" Riley said as his stomach growled again and he opened the phone book.

Dairy won the war against sugar in Sini, apparently: He was snoring. He had passed out quickly. His belly expanded then contracted, expanded then contracted, the legs of the coffee table shimmying in his direction each time the rumbling bass of the snores ran through the floor. Late evening light was retreating just as quickly on the horizon. Dark blues replaced yellows and oranges. The purples of Sini shined on in the darkening living room. Let's not forget, his breath smelled like ice cream.

Riley kept flipping through the phone book, looking for a place that would deliver so late in the evening. Coming up empty, Riley groaned and slammed the book closed but regretted it when he noticed that Sini had passed out in the middle of the living room floor. He chuckled and pulled a blanket off the couch and draped it over the snoring dragon. His belly growled again.

As Riley blanketed him, his tail brushed the wolf's cheek. It was warm. Sini seemed to smile very warmly 'soon as the tail touched. He had this dream, it was the weirdest dream. His tail had asked him for a hat, so now he was wading through lines of jackets in a giant closet. Once he had cleared the jackets a large banana-split sundae with a cherry on top in a waffle cone bowl presented itself to him on a column. He was racing for it … heart was racing. … Saliva trickled from his lips to the carpet, back in Riley's apartment.

Riley smiled at the dragon when he suddenly had a wicked idea. His stomach growled in agreement, urging him to follow through. So, Riley did it. He picked up Sini's tail and began swallowing it. After a minute, Riley had completely swallowed his tail, hind legs, and waist and was working on getting Sini's ice cream filled stomach and chest. With a few strong gulps and the tilt of his head, Sini's head and shoulders were the only think sticking out of Riley's maw now.

It was Sini's own loud snore that woke him. His eyes blinked open, head shook. His whole body was warm and oddly slimy. He heard breathing. He yipped! Reaching for another scoop of ice cream or a spoon to scoop with he found only smooth flesh producing heat. His other paws were reaching for scoops of ice cream they couldn't find, now; and the wolf's stomach would ripple with the enormous round bulge of the dragon each time they did. A growl that slipped out from him was subsequently reduced to a whimper. “Hey R-Riley, buddio, what'cha doing, h-huh?” The squirms two-folded.

Frustration. Hyperventilation.

Three-folded.

Riley gave a friendly wave, signaling that Sini would be okay. This apparently did not work as the dragon began struggling wildly, and then begins struggling even more. I wish he'd stop struggling! He needs to know that he will be safe in there! Riley thought. He tried to say something assuring but it came out as an unintelligible mumble. Riley took a few strong swallows, leaving Sini's head out and with one last hard GULP, the dragon's head slid into the wolf's rippling throat. Riley panted heavily as the dragon completely slid into his now huge, wobbling stomach. "H-Hey! You're okay in there! I'll k-keep you safe! Oof... Please c-calm d-down! I'm really sorry but I was really hungry and everything was closed!"

“Oh my God, I'm not actually dreaming am I.” That came out as a moan.

In the stomach of the wolf a wave of heat had swept over him. It was the warmth he hadn't noticed he'd lost after devouring a half a liter of ice cream. The various flavors had long melted in the stomach of the wolf but floated beside him in the stomach fluid. Sniff sniff. It made him think of those scented candles you light the room with, except, all Basket Hobbit flavors. His thrashing heart relaxed. His head reclined. He reclined. Oh, and the stomach was better padded than a TempurPedic, better heated. The ambiance was so soothing. Gliding his claws over the walls of flesh―a shimmer on the outside of Riley's stomach―was like feeling the finest fabric. A moment to let go of his pride: perhaps smoother than his own scale hide. “It's nice in here. Please tell me I'm not dreaming. …”

Riley shook his head nervously. "N-No... I really did eat you. I'm so sorry! I promise I'll let you out later! I just need to eat something so I wouldn't starve!" The wolf could not tell that Sini found the wolf's insides comfortable and kept blabbering apologies to the passenger inside of his stomach. "Please tell me that you aren't mad!" Riley whimpered, hoping he hadn't offended the dragon. He lightly rubbed his belly, secretly enjoying the feeling of being so incredibly full.

Swallowing the equivalent of a giant elephant in size wasn't exactly easy, Sini noted. “No, no, I'm not mad. I'm actually pretty impressed. … How the hell did you even … I take up most of your living room, dude.” A shake of the head. He'd rather wiggle his toes against the moist walls of flesh than dispute predator capabilities and stomach capacities. Lotion his belly with liquid ice cream. Some stomach juices too. “Heh heh. Well,” nuzzling into the wolf's insides, “we're even now. Yeaha?”

"Oh thank goodness!" Riley says, relieved that Sini was not mad at him. "Heh... I have had a little experience being a pred to willing prey. And once a large amount of willing prey... And yes, we are even!" Riley smiled and rubbed his gigantic belly, his arms not even reaching the halfway point of his stretched out gut. "Is it comfortable in there?" Riley asked. "I can let you out if you're getting cramped or uncomfortable at all."

“Don't let me out, whatever you do,” Sini said. Sini smiled as he drove his claws deeply into Riley while inflicting no pain. His wings struck once, twice. Thrice. “It is wonderful in here.” Almost he said silent except that wasn't entirely true; the room was what was silent. In here he heard the thrum of both their hearts and occasionally the gut's gurgles from below. Chin whiskers and ears both fluttered approvingly of those. “Let me stay.”

Riley smiles and hugs his large stomach as far as he can, happily nuzzling the dragon's imprint. "Wow. You really must like it in there! It can't be that great! Yours was actually pretty comfortable!" Riley says, rubbing his belly and leaning back against the wall. He manages to pull himself onto the couch, his belly lying on the floor.

A chuckle. “If you say so.” Sini kicked the table aside as he sprawled out with his arms and legs, and beat his wings. Yawned. “Don't mind if I do. I'll be taking the extra room. Consider it guest service, yeah?”

After a while of staring up at the fleshy ceiling Sini added, “Good night Riley. Sleep tight … Sir Eats-a-lot.” Packs of giant gray and yellow wolves chased him through a meadow in his dreams that night. Every now and then he chuckled aloud. Rolled to the other side. He kept his tail tucked in against the couch, closest to Riley.

Riley smiled and nuzzled his belly, giving it one last squeezy hug. "Good night Sini. Sleep well in there!" Riley chuckled softly and yawned. He leaned his head against his belly, using it as a makeshift pillow. He got comfortable and happily fell asleep next to the dragon.

FIN