Party Dragoness

>"Excuse me, sir?" a woman behind you asks, tapping you on the shoulder; turning around, you come face to face with a white wall
>"Up here," she giggles, and you look up to see a green-scaled dragoness smiling down at you from behind a large pair of breasts
>She's more than double your height, and you realize that the spot you were staring at is where her crotch would be, were she not wearing a white ball gown; she's adorned with jewelry, including anklets, bracelets, rings on several of her clawed fingers and finally a golden amulet set with a large diamond between her breasts
>"Sorry to trouble you, but I'm having a bit of a problem."
>Her stomach gives a long, drawn out groan, and she smiles sheepishly
>"You see, I'm expected for a party, but I'm afraid I had to skip breakfast and my stomach is quite upset with me," she explains, as her stomach continues to gurgle
>"Normally I'd find someplace to eat, but doing so dressed as I am wouldn't be proper. But my stomach is loud and oh so embarrassing, and showing up at the party in this state would reflect poorly on me."
>Her stomach gives an especially ferocious growl, and she begins to rub it in an attempt to soothe it
>"I was wondering if you'd mind going inside me to keep it quiet?" she finally asks, "I'm afraid I can't compensate you, but you'd be doing me a great service."
>Her stomach growls impatiently; what do?

>Agree, but in a sarcastic manner

>Thinking that the dragoness is messing with you, you jokingly agree to her strange request
>"Ah, thank you, kind sir!" she says, clapping her hands together as her belly gives another loud growl
>Bending over- giving you a good view of her cleavage in the process- she easily picks you up, grabbing you by your arms and hoisting your body over her head
>Dangling there, shocked by this turn of events, you watch her mouth slowly yawn open; lines of saliva breaking as her mouth opens, revealing her sharp, flesh-rending teeth, her long, red tongue, and the dark pit at the back of her throat that leads to her stomach
>Her tongue snakes up, wrapping tightly around your ankles and binding them together; the sensation of her muscle on your body, as well as her hot saliva, causes your spine to tingle
>Her tongue, still wrapped around your leg, moves downward, pulling off your shoes, which drop to the street
>"Can't have those filthy things in my body," she explains, withdrawing her tongue to speak, "now, be a dear and hold still..."
>Opening her mouth again, she slowly starts to lower you feet first towards the entrance to her body
>Your sock-clad feet touch her tongue, and despite not touching bare skin it still feels incredible- and it's not like she can actually swallow you, right?
>Lining your feet up with the back of her throat, she gently shoves them into her hot gullet, gulping slightly while continuing to lower you into her mouth, her eyes shut in pleasure
>Wiggling your toes in her throat, you finally realize that she isn't kidding- but any protests you might have die in your throat as she continues to lower you into hers
>The feeling of her strong throat muscles engulfing your legs, as well as the hot air blowing over you from her lungs and her sticky, almost oily saliva coating your body gives you a feeling of pleasure unlike any you've ever felt before
>Then, your waist passes her lips; your erection, which had been slowly growing, is now at full mast
>Giggling around you, the dragoness snakes her tongue into your pants, licking at your balls and shaft; you quickly explode under the assault, splattering the inside of your pants and her tongue with your seed
>At this point she puts your arms down to your sides and drops you, letting you slide further inside her body with the assistance of gravity; your erection quickly returns as your crotch, along with your hands, enter her throat
>She gulps heavily a few times, engulfing your chest and arms in her throat, leaving only your head inside of her mouth; by this point your legs have started to enter her stomach
>She closes her lips, leaving you in darkness; her tongue undulates underneath your head as you breath in the damp, hot air inside her mouth
>Finally, with one last gulp, she swallows you entirely, trapping you inside of her throat which draws you towards her hot, rumbly stomach
>The sounds of her body- her beating heart, the inhalations and exhalations of her lungs, and of course her eager, rumbling belly fill your ears as you are pushed into her stomach
>As you're kneaded by her churning, wrinkled belly walls and covered with her stomach fluids- which, strangely, don't smell that bad, like you'd expect- she gives a light, dainty belch befitting her status
>"Mmm... thank you for your help, dear," she moans, patting her belly appreciatively
>You've been eaten by a dragoness, what do?

>Talk to her

>"So... how long is this party going to be?" you ask
>"Oh, it shouldn't be too long, dear," she replies, "four or six hours, at most."
>"Am I going to be digested? Is there anything I really shouldn't do in here?"
>"Just don't squirm too much when I get to the party and you'll be fine. Oh, but until then feel free to squirm as much as you want- you feel heavenly in there!"
>You note that she avoided answering your question about being digested; however her stomach fluids, while a little itchy, don't feel like they're digesting you
>Not yet, at least
>Since she doesn't seem to mind you moving around inside her, you take the time to reorient yourself in her belly, getting into a more comfortable position
>Comfortable being relative, given the cramped, squeezing space that you're in
>All the while, the dragoness moans shamelessly as she walks through the (mostly) empty streets, her tight, swaying gut barely showing movement
>Now that you're in a more comfortable position, you take the time to "explore" the inside of the dragoness you're within, feeling around the clammy, undulating stomach walls until you discover the entrance to her intestines, which is somewhere near your feet
>The wrinkly orifice feels tight, but you know that the dragoness's body is deceptively stretchy, given that she swallowed you whole
>The other exit/entrance, leading to her throat, is naturally above you
>Meanwhile, the swaying motion of the dragoness's walking seems to have stopped; you can hear her panting lightly
>You're still in the stomach of a dragoness; what do?

>Jack off/talk to her

>The hot, wet air inside her belly and the grinding of her stomach walls against your body quickly brings you, once again, to full mast
>With her permission to squirm inside her belly in mind, you quickly strip off your wet clothes, shoving them down to the bottom of her belly before forcing your body against the heaving walls of her gut, grinding your cock against the wrinkled walls as you fuck her stomach
>Above you, the dragoness moans in approval as you stimulate the walls of her stomach, your movement occasionally forcing her to burp as the air in her belly is moved around
>However, masturbating in this way is hard to do in the cramped space, and you quickly tire yourself out, sitting still in her belly to recoup your strength
>As you sit there, you have an epiphany; wiping up some of the stomach fluids from the bottom of her belly and into your hand, you use the mixture of mucous, saliva, and other stomach fluids as a lubricant, and resume jacking off, using your free arm and legs to stretch out her belly with all your strength
>"O-oh my..." the dragoness breathes, clutching her gut in pleasure, "y-yeah, like that..."
>Unknown to you, her own juices are starting to leak down her leg
>Redoubling your efforts at her encouragement, you bring yourself to orgasm, the walls of the belly closing in on you once more as you shoot your load onto the walls of her stomach
>"Phew... you really went all out, huh?" she chuckles, patting you lightly through her belly, "it's good that you got that out of your system, since we've just arrived."
>"Awesome," you groan, "can you send me down something to eat and drink when we get in?"
>"Don't worry," she laughs, "I plan on sending down plenty of snacks to join you."

>Relax

>After getting into the most comfortable position you can in her cramped stomach, you stay entirely still as the dragoness approaches the building where the party is being held
>You can just barely hear the classical music playing through the walls of her belly, although the symphony is muffled by the natural concert going on inside the dragoness's body
>After a brief conversation with the doorman- or doordragon, judging by how deep his voice is- she is let inside
>The following hour is rather noisy, as your host mingles with the other guests in the party; occasionally, she'll eat a hors d'oeuvre or take a sip of wine, which splashes down onto your head from above
>The food is interesting; the taste is very good, considering most of it has been chewed up and covered with dragoness spit (although she has swallowed a few of the smaller treats whole, which you are thankful for), but you don't know what most of it actually is
>This, combined with the variety of accents from the dragons (and a few humans) outside makes you realize that around half of the guests are from out of country
>The wine is very good as well; the first few sips taste very pleasant, to the point where you put your lips to the entrance to her throat in a strange kiss so you can get a mouthful of wine
>By the end of the hour, you are drunk and decently full; the dragoness is as well, as you share the stomach with a pool of chewed up food, wine, and stomach juices that come up a little past your waist
>The walls of her stomach are also squeezing slightly tighter, as her body works to digest its meal; feeling around the stomach, you can no longer find your clothes, which had long since been digested
>You still feel fine though; great, even
>You're drunk and still in the belly of a dragoness, what do?

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>Feeling mischievous in your drunken state, you quickly put together a plan to have fun with the dragoness, whose stomach you're currently residing in
>At first, you merely rubbed against the walls of her stomach, rubbing her belly randomly as she mingled with the other guests
>However, this wasn't enough to perturb her, and aside from her belly tightening just a fraction around you she shows no reaction to your teasing
>You're still for a few minutes after that, letting the dragoness put her guard down; the walls of her belly gradually relaxing around you as you formulate a new plan
>When you hear her talking to someone else- another dragoness, with a vaguely French accent- you strike, shoving your finger into one of the walls of her belly and applying light pressure
>"Ah, oh my goodness!" you suddenly feel a hand touching the belly where you poked, "I did not know you were pregnant!"
>"Oh, no," the dragoness chuckles, "that's just my lunch."
>She sounds a little irritated
>"Ah, so you are one of those?" the French dragoness asks teasingly
>"...I don't understand your meaning?"
>"Haha, don't worry, I keep my lover close in much the same way. In fact..."
>Suddenly, you are squeezed between the stomach walls as something presses against the belly of your mistress, causing the accumulated muck of digested food to rise nearly to your chest
>Then, you feel two firm, yet faint thumps from directly in front of you, followed by the walls of the stomach uncompressing
>"See? Close! Close enough that I bet yours felt mine in my belly, yes?"
>"I, uh," your dragoness struggles to speak, caught off guard by the close contact
>"Well, if you want to 'talk' more about our shared interests, I'll be in this country for a few more days after the party. Until then, I see a plate of hors d'oeuvres with my name on them!"
>You are in the belly of a flustered dragoness, what do?