And then you die...

You make a loud splash into some kind of liquid but you can hardly see in the darkness. You can hardly breath either. Your mind by now is filled with pure panic as you try to tell yourself that you are NOT about to die inside a dragon's belly.

No matter how much you do however it doesnt change the stark reality of what happens next.

Your feel a tingling sensation along your tummy.

Leaning back on your haunches you rub the under side of your belly and are quit surprised when your paws come back with gobs of loose fur.

"No..." You gasp with dread. The tingling sensation grows a little more noticable.

"No no no!" You scramble against the walls of your prison. But it does little good. "No noooOOOoooOooOoooOOOooo-o-o-o..." you whine loudly and the tingling sensation starts to turn to pain.

You can feel the digestive juices working themselves into the meat of your stomach and legs and haunchs.

And then just to add insult to injury you see the digested skull of the wolf float by.

Leaning back against her pile of gold the dragon lets out a content sigh. She drifts off to sleep, easily ignoring the muffled screams that continue for the next hour or so from inside her stomach...

And so the story ends happily...

...for the dragon.

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