Chapter #6On the Dragon’s gut by: Unknown The Dragonite smiled wordlessly as the idea popped into her head. A massage sounded amazing to her right about now. Silently, she laid her back up against a nearby tree, and slowly move you down her body until you face to face with her belly. Unexpectedly, the hug ended, but as much was you wanted to run away all you could do was sit up. The beige, creamy surface under you swallowed up your legs as you sat criss-crossed.
The Dragonite notices your glum disposition and, for the first time since you’ve known her, albeit short, actually frowned and looked sympathetic. “Why so down, little guy?”
...you couldn’t tell whether or not she was mocking you or being serious and that scared you. You simply avoided her gaze and tried to think of something else. You decided to focus on your aching stomach. It still wasn't fed, and was now shouting at you in anger to fill it up. You could see the berry bush to your left, but it was entirely picked clean.
“It is it because you don’t wanna be my slave?” She asked innocently. Not innocently sounding, innocently. It unnerved you so much how she could be so much like your mom, and at the same time be so...mean.
“...why do you do that?” You ask above a whisper. “Why do you treat me nice for a little bit, a-and than make me feel bad later? I-it’s really confusing and I don’t like it…”
“Oh…” The dragonite purred. She lifted her heavy arm and scratched the area around your ears. “Being a slave isn’t so bad lil’ guy. I’ll keep you fed, play with you, tell you stories and make you feel better when you're sad. I’m still gonna squish and tease ‘ya, but not because i like seeing you sad, because it’s fun! Besides…”
She leaned in close towards your face for this last part. “...are you sure there wasn't anything you didn't like about before?”
You blushed and tried to look away, but you move your head away from the Dragonite's sparking blue eyes. It did feel...kinda nice in a way. It felt good to have your body be under pressure like that, and you would be lying if you said the Dragonite's body wasn't soft. But you were too busy being in pain to truly enjoy the Dragonite’s definition of ‘fun’.
“I see that blush~” The dragonite cooed. “And just for being honest, your first slave task is gonna be one your gonna like.”
You seriously doubted how you were gonna enjoy being a slave for this Dragonite, but you didn't really have a choice in the matter.
“First,” The dragonite took both of your paws and slid them onto her belly’s surface, “Move your hands in slow circles.”
You reluctantly obeyed your new master, wiggling your paws in slow, circular movements through the beige flab. The flesh bubbled up in between your small digits, eager to engulf your body in it’s plush material. At first, you didn't feel anything, but as time went on...you started to actually realize how soft the Dragonite was. It felt running your hands across the world’s softest bed, screaming at you to lay down on it and fall asleep.
“Second”, the Dragonite commanded, “start kneading it.”
“Kneading?”
“Think of my belly as an unbaked pie, sweetie” she encouraged, “it needs to be fluffed up before it can go in the oven.”
Sighing you began to grope the soft, leathery skin, earning pleased purrs from the dragonite. It felt great, no other answer but great, to have the belly fat swallow up your arms in a soft embrace as you kneaded it. Soon, you began to knead with your footpaws also, the small digits wriggling around behind you. It felt like swimming in a sea of flab, no easy task, but well worth it.
After a while you kinda just stopped and collapsed head first onto the soft surface. You could hear her stomach gurgling and heartbeat thumping, like an internal symphony. The Dragonite opened her eyes, waking up out of her massage induced daze, and tilted her head forward to see why the rubbing stopped.
She smiled as she saw your tuckered out form sprawled out across her tummy. You had a long day, and she figured this was a proper reward for your effort. However, both of you were interrupted when an intense, violent rumble came from...
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