Here we go! My first submission with vore – there are many more to come~
The main character finds themselves chased through the forest by an unknown creature; though, they soon relax at the sight of it – perhaps a little too much~

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How Predictable [Dragon vore]

“No, no, no-” I mutter as my legs carry me as fast as they can through the forest. “How big is this place? I wander through every now and then, but now I’m in a part that I’ve never seen before.”
I continue my sprint, swatting away the relentlessly approaching tree branches.
Somehow, every dry twig in this forest manages to find its way under my feet; sounding a loud cry upon snapping. I quickly glance over my shoulder, but I’m met with nothing. There’s not a sound in the forest either; just my heavy footfalls and the inconveniently placed twigs alerting every living being of my location. I begin to question if I’m still running from something, if this is still a chase.
I then break past the tree-line, whispering a hushed curse for letting myself run into such an exposed place. Not far in front of me is a calm river; I turn to the right and begin running down it. It’s almost as if my close proximity to the river had reduced the temperature around me, I begin shivering with each step. It’s possible that the sudden lack of surroundings could have cooled me too. I look up and find that the sky is dark; the sun is shrouded by a thick layer of dismal clouds. Again, I look behind me for a pursuer. But, there is still nothing that appears to be giving chase; I find myself questioning the existence of the chase once more.
I return my attention forward and quickly spot a fallen log almost directly in front of me. Where the hell did that come from? I hastily attempt to decelerate, then try to vault over the log. But I end up just tripping over it and landing face first into a mossy patch of dirt. I briskly wash a hand over my face and scramble to my feet to counter my mistake, but a large shake of the ground returns me to the dirt; the consequence of a large creature landing in front of me. The wind is knocked out of me as my back hits the log. I apprehensively look over to the source of the tremor, finally catching a view of my pursuer.
“Oh, whew. It’s just a dragon; I thought I was a goner for a second there.” I quietly blurt out, instantly pacifying my breathing.
I mindlessly gawk at the dragon; its white scales reflecting the dim and displaced rays of light. “How the hell does that thing survive? It sticks out like... well, like a large white object in an exclusively green environment.” I whisper again, the dragon flicks its head to face me once I finish the sentence.
It languidly trots over to me, an expression of confidence and effrontery clearly marked on its muzzle. I don’t move; I just lay silently – posted against the log – expressionless. The dragon seems to lose some of its pride upon noticing my calamity. It then stops directly in front of me, growing a wide grin in an attempt to intimidate me – which also doesn’t work.
“Well... to who do I owe the pleasure? I’ve finally caught you; you put up a good chase, I enjoyed it.” The dragon speaks in a casual tone, clearly assuming control of the situation.

But, to its surprise, I just look up and smile – even adding a slight chuckle. “And what are your plans – now that you’ve caught me?”
“Hmm... I was expecting a little more surprise on your end; that always makes it infinitely more enjoyable for me. But, it seems you aren’t intimidated by my presence, nor astounded by my ability to speak. However, your overconfidence is rather vexing; I have the sudden urge to wipe that haughty smile off your face. So... it seems dinner will come early for me.” The dragon says ominously; tacking on an ear-to-ear long smile, revealing its carnivorous teeth.
“Aw jeez, what a shame. It seems like I’m done for this time...” I taunt, adding a sarcastic tone and projecting more of my impudence.
The dragon scoffs at me and nears its head to my – still immeasurably relaxed – body. “With an attitude like that, you couldn’t be more correct~”
The dragon then promptly opens its mouth; I am quickly notified once more of the thick, yet ever frigid, air that was before surrounding me. The dragon presents its gaping maw and fully discloses a row of awfully sharp teeth. Yet, with an unparalleled gentleness, it extends its tongue and gains a hold of me. I do not move – nor falter – as I am lifted into its maw. Once I’m fully collected into the mouth of the predator, all light leaves the space. I find myself being slowly licked over by its tongue, but it provides a rather empty feeling – for seemingly both of us. “Either you start to make this more pleasurable for me, or you find out how sharp my teeth are.” It states apathetically, pausing to await my struggles.
“Well – in that case – I hope you like the taste of blood~” I return, employing a tone easily matching the harshness of the dragon’s.
I then lay still for a moment – and for that moment; the first time in this encounter; I experience a taste of fear... I am not in control. Through the fear, I realise that I may have sealed my own fate. But, before I can read further into my actions, I begin to fall downwards. Passing into the throat of the mythical creature and beginning a descent further into its body. In my thoughts, I curse myself. I knew it wouldn’t kill me – I knew from the very start that I would survive. Yet, only moments ago, I was fearful of my own death. Again, I wordlessly affront myself for thinking such things; quickly rebuilding my emotional barrier.
I then fall into its stomach, a slimy plop of finality affirming my entrance. Still, I do not move – nor falter; I just mindlessly stare into the crimson darkness that surrounds me. Curiously, I focus on the now apparent movements of the dragon. It seems as though it had taken to the sky, probably travelling to whatever place it may call home. I decide to take this opportunity to rest – and deal with the situation later.
I quickly jolt awake; instantly shivering. My clothes are drenched, a thin moisture trickles down my face and arms. I slowly stand up, hugging myself for

warmth. I then open my eyes, a misty darkness surrounds me. I also hear and feel the ambient patter of rain. Again, I shiver – but more violently than before. Now, fear strikes through me. I immediately mobilise and scan every corner of my vision; I begin the search for shelter.
Trudging through the wet green and brown that lined the ground, my stare pierces through the mist – searching for any form of discrepancy in the uniformity of my cryptic surroundings. The rain beats against my chilled body – a drop of moisture rarely making it into my eye. I trip over the darkness – it’s clear nightfall had long-since-passed – catching myself on a tree. As my shoulder contacts with the rigid bark, a bright flash blinds me; it’s followed by a deathly rumble only a second later. I’ve got to find shelter, fast.
I then push off the tree and, against my better judgement, I pick up the pace. No longer am I worried about tripping over or running into anything; the need for some form of protection against the elements overrules any fear of suffering a minor injury. I suddenly come up to a mound, the ground elevates a little before transitioning into cold stone. A cave. I foolishly walk into it; advancing too far before realising that I’ve made a terrible mistake. Fear strikes through me again. Not merely from the darkness that I’m surrounded by, but what the darkness may be shrouding. It’s not being alone in the darkness that I’m afraid of, it’s the possibility that I’m not alone.
“Bold of you to come back to me... You look cold, perhaps I could warm you up~” An assertive voice booms through the cave, the following echo ensures that I can’t find its source.
The statement chills me. There was a clear underlying tone – the dragon wasn’t offering a kind gesture. “I'm sorry, I was already in the cave before I realised what I had done. I wasn't trying to come back and find you.”
A sarcastic chuckle resounds through the wall of the cave, I shiver – not just from the cold. “You expect me to believe that? Sure, you woke up in the storm and would've started to search for shelter. You seem to know what you're doing – and yet, you dare come back here; seeking what? Help? I’m done with you. Leave, or experience what I spared you from.”
The shaking of my limbs becomes too violent, I grow weak from the movement. I collapse to the cave floor; completely vulnerable and helpless. Not a picometer of my clothes are dry, only furthering my body’s decrease in temperature. I try to muster the strength to crawl out of the cave – away from the consequences of my actions. But I can’t, a single tear – almost indistinguishable from the rain – drops from the side of my cheek. I hardly have the energy to cry.
Exceptionally soft and shallow footsteps signal the approach of the dragon, I can barely feel its footfalls through the ground. No more than a couple seconds later, am I met with a familiar large and pearly-white figure. But, it does not support the same teeth-filled grin as before. Just a blank and unapologetic expression – offering me no sympathy. The dragon slowly lowers its head to my

fragile and ever-vibrating body; I half expect it to just have its way with me, ending my life in a swift movement of its jaw. But, I’m met with a cordial nudge to the chest.
The dragon sighs softly, I can almost hear a conflict begin in its mind; perhaps it’s indecisive on what it should do with me, what I deserve. I reassure myself, but I still find the presence of fear in my thoughts... I am not in control.
“Perhaps you didn't mean to come across my cave,” the dragon starts softly. I feel its warm, even breath dissipate onto my glacial body. “I don't believe in unwarranted violence, so I have no plans to quicken your death. How about a deal? You stop acting like you're invincible and employ a tone of politeness; and I shall ensure you live to see another day.”
I exhale a cold, shaky breath. Then inhaling as much air as my, now brittle, lungs will allow; gathering the energy to speak. “Okay... Alright, I'll fix my attitude; I don't have much of a choice, anyway.”
The dragon sighs and shakes its head lightly. “I guess you would need to be warmed up a little, then?” It questions nonchalantly.
I offer no reply, fighting hard enough just to stay conscious. The dragon seems to acknowledge my silence, answering its question for me. I am peacefully collected into the mouth of the creature, the sudden change in temperature provides a little relief. But, my skin still pains as it refuses to heat in such a short amount of time. As soon as I’m pulled into the mouth of the dragon, I find that I am completely numb. With my eyes closed, I lose all sense of awareness. Only feeling dull movements, informing me – at the very least – that I’m still being eaten by the dragon.
The pain then dies, leaving me only with the radiant warmth of my environment. My body takes this as a sign of rest. Promptly, my eyes gain weight and a spell of drowsiness defeats me. I succumb to the fatigue, allowing my body to recover from the recent – extreme – conditions. I am not in control... but I am safe.