A Mock Sacrifice
Warning: This story contains soft vore.
The shadows casted by the towering trees of a vast forest shrouded the knobbed and mudded forest floor. A small bird landed on an exposed root and began to groom its feathers with its agile beak. When it finished, the bird chirped and began to jump along the root in a playful manner. It heard the snap of heavy footsteps nearby and it turned its head alarmingly. A great form stumbled out of the darkness and collapsed mere inches from the bird. Mud splashed up from the crashing being and several specks of the sticky dirt flew outwards to cling to the bird's newly cleaned feathers. The bird squeaked in shock before flying off into the canopy.
Ben had stumbled across one of those blasted roots again. He grunted with sheer annoyance as he clumsily lifted himself from the muddy ground. The sleeves of his shirt, his shirt proper and his pants were now coated in the brown substance. Even his face was flecked with several drops of mud that had flown upwards during his crash. Ben wiped his face with the palm of his hand, but that merely spread the dirt across his face in streaks. He grunted and the earth made a sucking sound as he lifted his feet to keep walking.
"I am not having a good day
" Ben mumbled grumpily as he continued his trek through the woodland. The trees that surrounded the boy sapped his sense of time and only the presence of night and the moon assured him that little time had actually passed. As he wandered among the brown skinned trees, Ben pondered how exactly he had gotten to this woodland. He had been sleeping when it happened, a great circle of light that seemed to arc out from under the bed. It hummed a deafening tune and he was abruptly awakened as he clamped his hands over his ears. The light spread across the floor of his bedroom and up the walls until it's luminescent brilliance covered every surface of the chamber, including Ben himself. When the radiance began to wash over Ben, he started to truly panic. Like viscous ooze, it crept up onto his bed sheets and began to slowly slide across to Ben's legs and arms. Ben was so shocked and terrified that he couldn't even react as the light began to envelop him. Its touch was
Calming. A surprise that registered immediately in Ben's mind. Before he could stop himself, Ben reached out and touched the viscous light with his fingers. The three middle fingers were coated with the substance and the residual compound started to spread as well. Ben shook his hand and looked down to see that the light had made excellent progress against his body. Within moments, it had completely enveloped him and his vision turned dark.
When he regained consciousness, Ben awoke to the forest all around him and the ooze-like light had vanished utterly. Instead, what worried him now were the ominous shadows being cast down on him from the foliage above. Ben immediately doubted that he was still in his hometown. At first, he tried to deny this last fact, but his suspicion about his own conclusions quickly evaporated as he looked up towards the night sky. The moon was what told him that he was far away from home. It glowed just like the moon at home; however, the moonlight that issued forth from the surface of the celestial object was slightly brighter. It took a heightened sense of awareness to detect the difference, but Ben knew it was there. Anxiety rolled up Ben's belly into a tight knot as he came to accept his situation. He had no idea where he was or where he could go to find help. He was completely and irrevocably
Ben's thoughts were interrupted as he tripped over yet another root and dusted himself off with casual grace. He had no idea where he was heading, if anywhere, but determination steeled his resolve and he marched onward.
Several hours passed until the trees began to thin in number. Hope stirred up in Ben's heart, which gave a much-needed boost of adrenaline to his weary legs.
"Could there be civilization on this world?" Ben hoped. He tore through the trees as fast as his exhausted legs allowed. Branches slapped his face as zipped past and all the while small animals were scurrying away from him as though he were some sort of stampeding giant. After several minutes, Ben broke through the trees and into the open world.
A sleepy little village was nestled against the backdrop of a massive mountain. The only lights visible at this time of night were the glares of lanterns and overhanging candles coming from the busy tavern near the outskirts of town. An establishment that was open during every hour of the day. A window creaked under the breeze and an elderly man pulled the window back and fastened it to make sure that such an annoying racket wouldn't cause any more unrest. Several tenants sat haphazardly at the numerous tables scattered about. They were going about their business in peace; playing cards, conversing amongst themselves or simply looking out the few remaining windows strong enough to withstand the harsh winds that constantly attacked them.
Suddenly, the door to the tavern swung open and the eyes of nearly every single patron turned to welcome their new visitor. A new customer in this ungodly weather was uncommon, but not unheard of and anyone who came in such conditions was obviously in desperate need of shelter. The person who stood in the doorway was clothed in odd blue pants and a shirt that depicted a thunderbolt roughly taking the shape of a human woman. The man was no older than 17, barely an adult from the looks of it. The only person who didn't seem to be paying much attention to the new arrival was the bartender who was casually cleaning glasses and mugs with a spotted cloth. The stranger walked into the building and shut the door behind him while the assortment of customers went back to their games, conversations or simple staring out the window.
Ben was too exhausted to offer the owners of the inn the luxury of cleanliness as he dragged his mud-ridden boots into the establishment. He vaguely noticed that every patron in the place had turned their attention to him for a short while before resuming their individual activities. Ben waltzed over to the counter and sat down in one of the tall stools in front of it. The bartender, and apparent owner of the tavern, was a burly, well-built man with a cleanly shaven chin and short musty hair. He continued to avoid eye contact with the new arrival for several minutes after Ben had sat down. He wiped the glass of three mugs before finally turning his attention to the new arrival. The bartender smiled a friendly smile and placed his hand on the counter as he spoke.
"Welcome to The Old Hermit Inn and welcome to Bildshire traveler!" The bartender spoke in a strong and haughty voice. It reminded Ben of how a stereotypical barbarian speaks like.
Thanks." Ben returned a little apprehensively. He wasn't used to such bold proclamations of welcome.
"So tell me." The bartender moved a little closer. "What brings you to this little town? If you don't mind my prodding
Chance." Ben gave the only honest answer he could come up with.
"Chance? I guess it that your chances must be pretty good if you wandered here by the luck of the draw." The bartender remarked.
This picked Ben's curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"You'll probably see for yourself
" The bartender said mysteriously. It didn't sit very well with Ben and he shifted in his chair uncomfortably. The fact that he, a complete stranger, was being welcomed so openly in a world who's most advanced piece of technology was a fireplace, made him shift with unease. Something didn't feel quite right about this
Anyway, you look like you need a little bit of tidying up. No offence, but you're filthy. Did you drag yourself through a swamp or something?"
It was then that Ben looked down at his mud-stained shirt and noticed, as if for the first time, that they more resembled rags now then clothing. Lines of brown earth streaked across his chest and several minor specks dotted the rest of his white shirt. "Not a swamp, but it probably should've been a swamp with all the mud on the floor. That forest is hard to get through."
The bartender laughed. "Why didn't you take the road!?"
" Ben hesitated. He didn't want to tell the friendly barkeep how he had come here. It would make him seem like a madman if Ben said that he was a visitor from another world. "I
Got lost on the way here."
"That seems a little hard to believe. The road isn't that hard to follow. There are barely any turns." The bartender remarked suspiciously.
"I guess I just wasn't paying much attention to where I was going."
"Well! I suppose that you'll know better next time right?" The bartender exclaimed loudly.
"Want a drink? It's on the house." The bartender offered.
"Really? I wouldn't want to
The bartender raised the hand that was on the counter upwards to silence him before he could finish. "You've had a bad enough evening already kid. If it really bothers you, you can pay me back a different way, but for now I'm offering you a drink."
Ben was honestly shocked at how he was being treated, but he was secretly grateful that the man was going easy on him. Confusion doesn't mix well with doing good decisions. "Uh
Sure. Water would be just fine."
The bartender smiled at Ben before grabbing a mug and going into the back to fetch his drink. While he was gone, a young woman, around the age of 24, wiped the counter with a cloth and smiled at Ben slyly. Ben returned the smile before she vanished into the back with the bartender. After two minutes, the bartender returned with a mug full of clear water and placed it before Ben who drank greedily. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me; although water is a little light for me. You sure you don't want something stronger?"
"I don't drink if that's what you're wondering." Ben said with a frown. "I hate the taste."
The bartender shrugged. "Honestly, you don't drink for the taste. You drink for the tingling sensation afterwards." Several men in the room laughed and Ben turned to see who it was. Three men, all drinking beer, were sitting at a small round table playing a game that involved bouncing a coin off of the table and landing the coin within an empty mug. When Ben turned to see what was happening, one of the men had scored a goal and was being patted by the other two men for his accomplishment. When things settled down, Ben got back to his own drink.
"I have a room you can use to wash yourself off upstairs."
Ben raised an eyebrow. "What's the catch?"
"You may have to do a small errand for me. I'll tell you afterwards." The bartender vaguely stated. "It's nothing major, just a small recovery of property."
"I hope that doesn't mean beating someone up. As you can see, I may not be the best man for that kind of job." Ben said.
"No! Nothing like that! It's just a small hike to get something I left behind. Nothing grand or dangerous."
" Ben said while finishing his water.
"Here." The bartender handed him a copper key. "First door on the right."
"Thank you." Ben said as he grabbed the key and made his way to a staircase off to his left. He walked up the creaky wooden steps into a darkened hallway, slightly illuminated only by a few measly candles. He squinted his eyes and spotted the door almost immediately. It was quite old with a large iron hoop that acted as the handle and a slimly rusted keyhole just above the ring. He took the key that the bartender had given him and inserted it into the keyhole. He twisted the key and the door unlocked instantly. Ben pushed open the door.
The room he found himself in was a typical motel style room with one bed, one table and one chair. A window was fastened on the opposite wall and Ben could still hear the sharp winds beating against it. Besides this, there was a small alcove-like hollow to his left. Inside the hollow was a large bucket with a cover along with a large cloth which he supposed was his towel. Ben had a good idea what was in it and decided to confirm what he already knew. He entered the alcove and pulled the cover off the bucket. Inside, he found clear water. Ben sighed in relief and took his muddy shoes and clothes off before stepping into the massive wooden bucket. The water was rather cold which made Ben conclude that the water had been sitting here for quite some time, but despite the chilling water it soothed his skin and Ben began to wipe the gunk from his body. Although the bucket was rather large, Ben had to bend his knees so that everything except his head could submerge into the water. Using his hands, Ben cleaned his face, legs, arms, and torso as best as he could. The water quickly browned with dirt and filth as it washed Ben of his external impurities. After he was satisfied that he had managed all that he could, he stepped out of the water and dried himself off.
Next, he grabbed his dirty clothes and wiped them in the water as well, hoping to at least make them usable again. The grass and mud stains were stubborn but with a few minutes of constant scraping, Ben was able to remove the ugly stains from his jeans and shirt. He twisted his clothes to remove any excess water before putting them on again. They were, after all, the only clothes he had at the moment. Closing the doors behind him, Ben left the room and descended back downstairs.
Many of the patrons had left the tavern and now only a few hardened drinkers remained at such a late hour. They chugged their drinks quickly, but the weariness of the alcohol was growing more and more apparent on their faces and the way they moved. They were sluggish and resorted to silly little actions to keep themselves awake such as: slapping their faces or shaking one another. If it weren't for the vigilant barkeep wiping his counter again with his cloth, any man could probably have come, rob the men blind, and leave without so much as receiving a knuckle in the gut as punishment.
The bartender barely acknowledged Ben as we came back down the stairs, a great deal cleaner than when he was when he came into the inn. It was only when he sat down at a stool before the main counter did the gruff, well built drink dealer lift his head and stow away his cleaning cloth.
In exchange for the room tonight
What was that favour you wanted me to do?" Ben asked with slight trepidation.
The bartender grinned, showing a row of healthy white teeth. "Nothing major. You see that small mountain when you got here?"
Ben rubbed his chin. It was rather dark, but a mountain is hardly difficult to miss even at the darkest of times. He nodded conformingly.
" The barkeep began. "I had taken a hike all the way to the summit of that mountain to take in the view of the land. You can see for hundreds of miles up there. It's really something to behold during the day. Anyhow
When I got there, I must've fallen asleep or something because Aileena, my daughter, was shaking me and telling me that I was late for work. I packed up my things and rushed back down the trail I used to get up there. However, in my haste, I forgot a small cloth bag. There is something very precious to me inside that bag. I would love to see you get it for me and bring it back down. I will repay your kindness with a room for the night. What do you say? It'll only take you about an hour and the trail isn't hard to see. There's a big sign that marks the start of it."
Ben stared at the bartender for a bit. His feet shifted uneasily. There was something very suspicious and odd about all of this but Ben couldn't put his finger on it. Why was this man being so friendly to him? And what could possibly be in a small cloth bag that could be important? A family heirloom more than likely. With some degree of hesitation, Ben nodded and said: "Yeah. I'll do it."
"Great!" The bartender exclaimed joyfully. "I'll see you in a bit. I'll have the room ready for you when you get back." With that, the owner of the inn went back to his duties. Ben got off the stool and walked out of the front door almost hurriedly.
Like the bartender had explained, the beginning of the trail wasn't difficult to find. The town streets may have been a little ominous but what town streets aren't ominous at night? Ben stood before a large wooden sign, but whatever writing that was etched into the wood had long since faded, clear evidence of its age, and was nearly impossible to read. He took a deep breath before starting his walk up the mountainside.
The trail up the massive jutting stone was steep and difficult to traverse, but after nearly an hour of climbing and hiking Ben was able to reach almost to the very top of the natural landmark. He stepped over to the side to take a break before finishing his journey atop the large the large plateau situated near the summit.
It seemed unusual, at first, that something so flat had managed to rest itself on the side of the mountain without being transformed into a much more treacherous ledge, but Ben couldn't find any reason not to appreciate the fact that he didn't need to watch his footing as much now that he had reached his destination. The moon above shone with a nearly supernatural glare as it illuminated the rocky ridge. Other than a few large boulders that had undoubtedly been chipped off from above, the outcropping was completely flat. The only other distinguishing feature of the place was a large, darkened cave that lay to his right. It was simply massive and Ben was wary of staring into the darkness for too long. Despite the all-brilliant light of this unusual moon, it didn't pierce very far into the darkness of the cave opening. Ben shook his head and went back to his actual purpose for coming up here. The bag
The boulders concealed nothing of interest and only a few pebbles dislodged and fell off the side during his inspection. He rubbed his chin and turned around. That's when he saw it. Lodged between two openings in the rock face of the mountain. There was just one problem
Ben went over and discovered that he was a little too short to actually reach it without support. He grabbed a small rock and stepped up onto it to reach his goal. He stretched his fingers outwards
Until his index finger and middle finger closed around the top knotted half of the bag. Unfortunately, he had overestimated the stability of his support and the rock slipped underneath his foot. The bag came rolling out and Ben propelled forward inadvertently. The left side of his forehead connected with the rock face and threw him backwards onto his back. Pain instantly welled up inside him and his vision became blurry, foggy and was plagued with double and triple vision. What he could see however was the bag falling to the ground and ripping open as it hit the ground with him. But
What came falling out of the bag wasn't priceless family heirlooms or precious items. Out of the torn cloth bag came
Ben's vision was wobbly and it took a full minute before his senses got into order enough for him to realize this.
"What the?" He thought. "The bartender lied to me! Why?!"
Ben groggily tried to stand; unfortunately he didn't get very far in this endeavour when something quite unexpected happened. He felt something coil around his abdomen. It was incredibly strong and for a moment Ben believed that some sort of large snake that had crept up on him caught him. This belief evaporated to the land of false truths when he felt himself being lifted up into the air and slowly turned around. If Ben were fully aware of what was happening, he would've probably fainted or gasped in shock.
Before him was a massive creature, easily three or four times his own size, and in his drunken-like state he realized that what had grabbed him was probably this creature's tail. It also seemed to be green. Green what he couldn't tell. It was staring at him oddly with eyes of an unnatural colour.
Kay?" Ben saw the creature's large lips moving as it mouthed words, but a deafening ringing had settled in Ben's ears and he couldn't make out what it was saying. The beast had, apparently, figured out that he wasn't entirely there and began to walk into the darkened cavern with its catch still curled up safely in its tail. As they descended into shadow, the ringing and grogginess got to Ben and he passed out.
He wasn't sure how long he had been out. Then again, those who fall unconscious almost never find that out anyway. What is without doubt though is that he was inside the cavern etched into the mountain. He opened his eyes and he was surprisingly in a relatively well-lit stone chamber. Many candles lined the floor and rock outcroppings in the walls. He was lying down and he rose as he returned to the world of consciousness. His head felt like it would split open at any instant and he rubbed his forehead in a feeble attempt to lessen the pain. As he looked around, he discovered that the walls were also covered in hundreds of small pieces of parchment and paper. Ben walked over to examine them more closely and he began to see something rather odd about them. Most of them seemed amateurish, as if drawn by children, while a few of them took on a more sophisticated look. Each one portrayed children and adults alike standing next to, or socializing, with a large green scaled dragon.
"They drew those for me. The townsfolk I mean." A calm, refined, female voice echoed out from behind him. Ben whirled around and came face to grinning face with the large green-scaled dragon from before. "It was one of the few ways they could think of repaying me for saving their village from raiders and small, hostile armies."
Ben gulped as he stared down the monstrous creature. His mind barely cluing in the fact that she had spoken to him.
"I hardly thought that they would be so grateful and kind to me. Nearly every other human I have ever met has run away from me in fear."
As Ben listened, he adopted a mask of total calmness. To a casual observer, one would've believed that he dealt with mythical creatures every day and had grown accustomed to their presence. Looks are deceiving however, and none but a psychic would've been able to witness the turmoil twirling around inside his head. He felt a great amalgamation of opposing emotions. He felt excitement for having met a creature that he had always hoped to meet in person while experiencing a primal fear of what the mighty beast would do with him now that she had him hopelessly cornered. "Why is that?" Ben asked, yearning to start friendly conversation.
The human public consider dragons to be monsters and I don't blame them really
We were the stuff of nightmares at one point in history, but we aren't the homicidal boogeymen we used to be. Anyway
Did the villagers send you to me?"
I was trying to do a favour for someone
The dragon sighed. "The bag with the priceless heirlooms? They use that one almost every time."
Why would they trick me? Do you know?" Ben asked, hopeful to get a straight answer for being deceived.
It was to get you up here." The dragon grinned while rearing her head back. "To send you to me
Ben's calm demeanour began to crack under anxiety. "You mean
"Sacrifice?" The dragon finished for him.
Ben nodded and started to back away from the creature who merely kept her close distance until his back hit one of the stone walls of the cave. "Sacrifice is too harsh a word
'Offering' would be a better term."
"What are you going to do to me?" Ben asked with a trembling voice that nearly failed in concealing his inner dread.
"I'm going to eat you." The dragon said bluntly before licking her lips with a large forked tongue.
Ben shook as the very real possibility of his death began to creep into his awareness. The dragon was going to kill him. "Can
Can I at least know you're name? Mine is Ben. And is there any way I can talk you out of it?"
"My name is Miranda little human and no." She moved forward and bared her fangs.
Ben couldn't help it anymore. He needed to run or at least try to escape, but his pitiful attempt at slipping through the dragon's claws was short-lived as the dragon's long tail coiled around him and brought him high into the air. He struggled fervently, his cool expression continuing to transform to that of a desperate, horrified man as the dragon enacted her intentions towards the tiny humanoid.
Her tail uncurled itself slowly and as the thick coil of her rear extension loosened fully, its cargo plummeted into the waiting, hungry, open maw that lay beneath it. Ben hit Miranda's tongue with a squishy plop and the remainder of his composed stature vanished alongside the candle light of the outside chamber as the dragon snapped her mouth shut. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was actually being eaten.
The tongue immediately got to work slobbering as much spit onto his body as it twirled and twisted around him. Sometimes grabbing him and sometimes merely flicking him around the fleshy prison he was trapped in. Ben punched and kicked and screamed, never realizing that all of his struggles did nothing except to make his consumption more enjoyable for his green predator. Moans of bliss resounded all around him as the female dragon savoured her meal.
Ben was being pushed around frequently within the dragon's maw and his thoughts quickly raced to stories he had read of dragons who merely tasted their preys instead of eating them for real. Others pointed to dragons that enjoyed swallowing their human victims whole. A painful fate indeed
As he was turned and tossed about, Ben secretly hoped that the dragon would have enough mercy in her soul to give him a swift death on end of her fangs rather than dissolving him within her belly while listening to his wails of pain.
Unfortunately, his hopes were utterly shattered as he felt his world tilt upwards. Ben began to slide down deeper into his predator and his hopes of meeting a swift and nearly painless end were crushed as his feet touched the rough flesh of the dragon's oesophagus. Salty tears began to well up in his eyes as he listened to the loud gulping noises that surrounded his world of sound. "Why? Why?" He thought before being pulled down into the depths.
The trip down the dragon's throat went swiftly and barely lasted a couple seconds. When the tightened pressure dissipated from his body, Ben instantly knew where he was and began to punch and writhe against the walls of his fleshy prison.
His cell shifted sideways as the dragon outside leaned down to enjoy her meal fully. A clawed hand rubbed against her tummy as she did so.
"Why?! Why?!" Ben shouted, hoping that his cruel murderer would at least put his mind to ease before he died.
"Because I like to swallow you little guys whole." The dragon giggled. "Besides, it's rude to refuse a gift from your friends."
Ben collapsed to the ground and began to sob in misery. "If
If you ate me because you were hungry, I could've understood. But
You just do it because you love it? You're going to make me, someone who has done nothing to you or the townsfolk, suffer a sluggish and agonizing death in your bowels?"
A tinge of guilt welled up in Miranda's gut. Maybe she took this one a little too far
Calm down little guy." The dragon cooed. "A dragon's stomach is actually one of the safest places you can be.
Ben stopped crying and looked up towards the dark ceiling as if to follow the sound of Miranda's voice. "What do you mean?"
"Haven't you realized yet that you are not in incomparable pain? It would hurt if you were being digested correct?"
He considered her words for a moment before running his hand along the 'ground.' He felt his fingers touch a bubbly, sticky substance, but no pain attacked his hand as the substance slid off. "You're
You're kidding me
"Not in the slightest. I couldn't digest you even if I wanted to. It is physically impossible for a dragon to digest what it eats and we don't need to eat for sustenance anyway." The dragon murred. "The townsfolk didn't send you up here to die, they just wanted to give me a little bit of variety in my meals. Everyone who lives in that village have spent some quality time in my belly, but after a while I got too accustomed to the way each one tasted. They decided to send visitors up here to meet me and make my life a little more interesting. As a result, the villagers don't get much positive feedback from those they offer to me. Don't worry Ben. I just wanted to sleep without an empty stomach. Tomorrow morning, I'll let you come out and then you can go back down and speak your mind to that barkeep."
Ben chuckled as he relaxed against the smooth skin of the dragon's belly. It was funny. He was stranded on an unknown and terrifying world, alone and confused with nothing, but his instincts to guide him. And yet
Ben was strangely at peace. By the end of his first night here, he had lived through an experience that he had long wanted to feel first hand. The best part of all however, was perhaps the fact that he got to enjoy it all with such a merciful and caring creature. Perhaps after Miranda let him out, they could get to know each other better. Perhaps they could even give themselves the chance to become friends