There had always been something enticing about this particular figure: perhaps it was their smile, their unique charm, or even their impressive statute. Either way, you always felt safe around them, and there was no denying that for a split second. However, their words caught you spellbound as they suggested a peculiar method of protection: by letting you into them, and allowing your cares to sink away in the haven deep within their core. At first, it had been hard to truly respond to, but after a few moments to ponder it, you agreed without the slightest hesitance.



After all, they wouldn't hurt you. You know that.



You settle yourself at the edge of the tall glass table, watching as they sit below it and open their jaws before you. In spite of yourself, you can't help but feel a spark of fascination as you take in the depths below you. You can see their pearly white teeth align the surroundings, and the tongue behind them pushing forward to greet you. The deep chasm of plush red entices you, from the strands of saliva clinging to the jaws and the uvula swinging gently in the back. Then, beneath that, the deep, dark tunnel leading down to your presumed destination. This, of all things, was what made you swallow nervously before them.



You can tell by the patience in their demeanor that they had no intention of snatching you up, nor of treating you like food in any manner. They matter to you, and the same is true on their end of things; only when you get the courage – if at all – to drop down will they ensnare you in those rippling, snug throat muscles. Take as much time as you need, but not much more – after all, they are still waiting for you. Don't want to drag things out too much, do you?



Without a second thought in your mind, you manage to make the jump. The slimy tongue catches you, aiding your descent much like a slide on any playground. It lets you off at the edge of the jaws, and slowly but surely your companion (or crush, really, if you'd just admit it) tilts their head forward to allow you some space. You settle yourself on their tongue, watching as their jaws gradually close to allow only slivers of sunlight in.



And then, you begin to feel the rest of the world slip away. Bit by bit, you forget about your troubles, easing into the warmth and compassion of the situation. The heat strikes you first: warm and inviting, like you've been smothered in clothes fresh from the dryer. The tongue beneath you occasionally grows bored of simply waiting, wrapping around you snug as a blanket. You're able to sense their eagerness even in spite of the pains they're taking to make sure you're alright, having difficulty waiting for you to simply slip down to the snug, warm abyss that prepares to claim you for its own. You're already committed now, and quite comfortably so, and the sense of affection you feel for them is almost unbearable.



Why wait?



No more time passed before you allow yourself to make that last decision. With the slick surface already making it a little difficult to avoid sliding further towards their throat, you allow them to do so. Looking back, you manage to catch sight of the muscles opening up to meet you in a soft, friendly embrace, then look forward once again in hopes of catching the last single sliver of light that you'll see for several hours. Your hand reaches out without attempt for escape, allowing the soft golden rays to illuminate your skin for a moment before it slips entirely from your grasp. You feel gravity further guide you to their throat as they tilt their head back, swallowing calmly, but strongly. And almost immediately the muscles accept you, pulling you into a peculiar, fascinating hug. It's hard to resist, isn't it?



Vibrations of a soft, soothing purr rise from the back of their throat, a tunnel of squishy, organic fabric encompassing your minuscule form. Saliva clings lightly to your form, shifting occasionally with the careful guidance of the esophagus pulling you down to your resting location. You can feel their presence all the stronger now, from the finger gently tracing your path and preventing you from getting snagged all the way down past their collarbone. The telltale echo of their heartbeat drones its rhythm into your core, slipping deeper down to the sphincter – the entrance to security like no other. It awaits your arrival as patiently as it can, although you can tell from the bubbling, gurgling greeting you receive that it's been a long time coming.



Lukewarm fluids bathe your skin as you descend, and the sphincter closes behind you to leave you some time to settle in. The pitch black setting is a little difficult to get used to at first, but when strung together with the auditory and tactile stimuli, it's nearly impossible not to relax. You can feel the stomach walls softly churning around you, pressing velveteen walls against you in a consistent sort of massage. The fluids around you are, of course, harmless, and feel much like a warm, insulated bath than anything else. The heat is still present, but unlike what you'd expect it isn't unbearable – filling you up with nothing more than a warm glow.



And all the while it seems their stomach thanks you to no end. Deep rumbles shake your surroundings, filling your nerves with strange tremors here and there – although not unpleasant ones. It's just enough to keep you focused enough to concentrate, but enough at ease to really get something out of this whole experience. With every gurgle, groan, or growl, new bubbles form around you, giving you a sense similar to that of a jacuzzi.



But most wonderfully of all, this is someone you know you can depend upon, and know that they need you just as much as you need them. The symbiotic relationship of companionship has long since been there with you two, and it'll only grow stronger with this experience. Your heart rate relaxes for a moment, then accelerates as you realize it all. You're as close to them as you could ever be. Just sitting there, safely tucked in that place between their ribs, surrounded by their endless presence all at once. In complete darkness and with limited audio, you rely on how things feel more than anything else, and the first word on your tongue is solace.