FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Matt pulled his car to a stop in the park's small parking lot, keeping the engine idle so the heat would keep circulating. The lights around him were dim, and the sky above him was clear, the stars and moon distinctly visible this far from civilization. He leaned his seat back, checking the clock on the dashboard to make sure he still had some time left, pleased to see that he had a good ten minutes before his shift began.

There was a small stack of folders strewn on his passenger's seat, detailing the information of the project that he so often volunteered for. Despite having done this more times than he could count, he had barely looked through the information that the lab workers provided for him. It had almost seemed too good to be true when he had heard about the opportunity.

Over the past few years people have been going on about some legendary creature preying on people all over the country. Stories claimed that these people were captured and eaten, only to emerge some days later without so much as a scratch. The whole country seemed to be in turmoil over whether or not these stories were true. On one hand, there were cases from supposed victims popping up all over the place, most of which following a pattern of the creature's movement. On the other hand, there was not a single piece of photographic evidence that the creature existed.

Matt, personally, thought the whole thing was absurd. He had seen some pictures and videos of the “cocoons” that the salvaged victims emerged from, covered in slime and dazed-looking. But nothing about it seemed real to him. The whole thing was clearly a hoax thought up to play some sort of elaborate prank on the gullible. Obviously if there really was some sort of dragon flying around eating people, they would not live to tell the tale. So when he heard that people were being offered pay to stand around and make themselves a target for this creature, he had jumped at the opportunity.

For the last few months, he had been coming out to the same location once or twice a week, pacing around in plain sight in the dead of night for a few hours, and getting some extra cash out of it. The thought that there were organizations out there with income to spare for something asinine like this simply boggled Matt's mind, but if they wanted to pay him for doing next to nothing, he was not going to argue.

He idly flipped through the papers they always gave him, pausing for a moment at the sketch of a fantastical looking black dragon with enormous wings and net and the end of its tail. He sniffed a short laugh before moving on. As there were no pictures of the beast, artists around the world had jumped at the opportunity to sketch concepts of what the creature would look like from the supposed victims' testimonies, and of course no two images looked alike.

An alarm blared from his phone, informing him that his shift was about to start, and he sighed, not looking forward to spending a long time out in the cold once again. He pulled his sweatshirt on, wrapped a light scarf around his neck, and pushed open the door, making sure he was still in possession of all the little gadgets they made him wear while doing this. The purpose of each little device was outlined in his literature, but he never bothered himself with learning what they were for. Something about testing the fluids in the dragon's stomach, or air quality, or some other nonsense. Matt wouldn't bother wearing them at all, if he wasn't positive that one of them was a GPS used to make sure he was actually doing as told.

The air was chilly, but bearable. He made his way down the marked trail to reach the top of a small hill, walking past some Halloween decoration as he did so, having nearly forgotten that today was a holiday. Not looking forward to the mess he would surely need to clean off of his house from vengeful trick-or-treaters that were not given any candy, he set off past the decorations, nearly tripping on some discarded jack-o-lanterns that littered the path ahead of him.

The top of hill was devoid of anyone save himself. Even when it was daylight on a weekend this place barely saw any activity. The drive over here from any residential areas nearby was not even remotely worth the view. Matt was sure that was the reason this location was chosen for him each and every week. If the fabled dragon did ever come out here, it would not have any choice in meals.

Having reached his destination and still have about four hours to kill, Matt began to pace. Staying still at this time of year was never particularly comfortable, the chill always began to eat through his layers, so he kept himself moving. He watched his breath mist up in front of him while he put some music on his phone, not bothering to use headphones since there was no one else nearby, and mapped out a course for walking that would keep him in the radius he was not supposed to leave.

The night stretched on just like any other night. The park remained uneventful and quiet, save for his music echoing faintly around him. There was always something eerie about being out in the darkness alone at night, but after the last few months Matt had somewhat gotten used to it. After all, if anything were to happen to him, his body's condition was being monitored non-stop by the lab workers that set him up with the job, they would send him aid right away if he needed it.

Half his shift crawled by, and Matt stifled a yawn. His phone's battery was starting to die, so he shut off his music, the sudden silence around him always somewhat of a shock. He kept up his walking, noticing his toes were starting to feel a little achy. He would not be willing to do this if got much colder out that it currently was, it felt likely that this week may be the last one he volunteered for until winter had past. Some of the stars above him seemed to wink out for a brief moment, making Matt stop short.

He looked up into the sky, staring at the location he though he noticed something, but shook his head, convincing himself that it must have been a plane or something passing by overhead. He returned his attention to the ground in front of him as he kept on walking, getting a little embarrassed at the sudden uneasiness he felt. There was a strange whistling sound in the distance, a sound similar to some thing rapidly moving through the air. He looked up again, almost positive he noticed a view stars temporarily vanish from his sight before blinking back to life a second later. Had he imagined it?

Matt checked the time once more, unhappy to see that there was still another hour and a half left before he could leave and still collect his pay. He started walking around again, scanning the sky constantly for any further sign that there was something up there, and grateful that there was no one else around him to see him being a paranoid fool. He heard the whistling again somewhere behind him and spun around, greeted with the exact same sight of bare landscape that he had seen moments ago.

Feeling flustered and frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair, his heart starting to beat harder in his chest. Even if the creature did exist, and he still did not believe that for a second, there were no recorded incidents of people dying in the encounters. Everyone who had been caught had survived. They were eaten, sure. But they did survive.

He shook his head once again. No, there was obviously no fabled dragon flying above his head. He was acting crazy, surely there must be some logical reason for the things he had been experiencing. Perhaps the organization that had been paying him was set up just to catch their volunteers with an elaborate prank of their own. Maybe all of this was being staged just so he would also lend his voice to the ever-increasing tide of believers. They send him out here week by week and play tricks on him with speakers in the trees and blinking lights in the sky to make him think the damn beast is real.

The thoughts, though annoying, did ease his mind about being out here alone. There were countless explanations for the whistling sound and the shadow over his head. Just because he did not know the source didn't mean he was in any real danger...

A sudden gust of wind over his head cut off the thought. He brought his arms up reflexively to shield his eyes from the dust and leaves around his feet that were getting scattered this way and that. He looked around him, seeing nothing but the same darkness as usual. He looked up, and noted just then, that there did not appear to be any stars in the sky...

Realization hit him a moment before something else, significantly more tangible, hit him as well. A mesh of leathery cords collided with his side, tangling his arms and legs and wrapping around his body. He shouted in alarm, trying to back away from the mess but finding the net-like material surround him on all sides. He felt the slick ropes pull taut around him, applying upward pressure to his body, and feeling them slip beneath his feet when he stumbled.

He looked around frantically, the things were pitch black, about as thick as his thumbs and had gaps in the netting about a wide as his neck. He struggled against the net for a few moments before he felt the scaly cords find purchase around him, easing him up on him a few inches, and leaving Matt feeling his toes lift off the ground. He stared upwards in disbelief, watching the stars blink in and out of focus as though there was something massive just above him, flapping enormous wings to stay suspended. A soft glint of moonlight reflected down towards him, as though there were two reptilian eyes meeting his own. He felt his heart drop in disbelief.

A moment later, he was yanked forcefully into the air. He tired to shout, but the sound either didn't come out at all, or was drowned out by the sound on the wind whipping by his ears. He was swung this way and that in the air, pulled higher and higher off of the ground.

Matt was filled with disbelief. There was a scream caught in his throat, terror gripping him as he watched the ground fall farther and farther away from him. The world lurched around him as he was jolted in every direction with the movement of the monster that had captured him. He shut his eyes and clamped his teeth together, gripping tightly on the scaly cords that made up the netting on the dragon's tail.

The dragon... it was actually real. It wasn't a fabrication at all. The beast truly existed... and it was going to eat him.

The thought chilled him to the bone, he shivered, both from the fear as well as being whipped through the autumn air. He tried to calm himself down, reassuring himself that he would survive this ordeal, but the knowledge did nothing to ease his tension. Knowing that, moments from now, this beast was going to swallow him whole, filled him with a dread he did not know he could possess. The beast slowed its movement, beating its massive wings with a steady rhythm, and letting its tail dangle, Matt swaying back and forth with the motion of the wind as he lay tangled in the creature's tail.

He opened his eyes, disoriented at the darkness around him, the light far below him looking nearly identical to the stars above him, nearly his entire view was speckled with tiny lights, perfect darkness in the background wherever he looked. Just above him, however, a winged reptilian form was silhouetted in the darkness.

Matt blinked steadily, hanging helpless in the net far above the ground, his eyes adjusting to the subtle form of the beast that held him. Moonlight glinted softly against its scales, giving Matt a decent concept of where its head was in relation to the rest of its body. He watched, breathing rapidly with fear, as the beast's head maneuvered through the air to point directly at him.

“N.. n... no” He heard himself mutter, his teeth clattering as his breath gusted out in front of him. “I don't want... I...” He began, knowing it was futile. He felt his words cut off in an involuntary sob. The tail rose up, still rocking gently with the motion of the dragon's wings, and hung his body right up above the monster's head. Matt gulped, knowing what was coming next. He felt a tear sting his cheek, freezing against his face, and did his best to reassure himself that he would be okay. He wished he had taken the literature more seriously, studied what was about to happen to him, but now it was too late, he would just have to endure, and hope that he would not be the only outlier to not survive the ordeal.

He shook his head, not allowing himself to humor those thoughts. He would be okay. He just had to allow himself to believe that.

He felt a wash of warm air envelop his body. The immediate sensation almost pleasant before he realized it meant the dragon's maw was wide open directly below him, the thin netting of its reptilian fin being the only barrier between himself and the passage to the monster's stomach. He tightened his grip on the creature's tail, feeling the coils shift around him and knowing he was about to be dropped into the creature's massive maw. Despite knowing he would be okay, and that there was no avoiding what came next, Matt could not fight the involuntary instinct to keep himself from being eaten alive. His knuckles started to ache with his tight grip, and he felt the netting below his body fall away, leaving him dangling with just his grip from the creature's tail.

Matt made the mistake of looking down. The moonlight cast across the creature's body gave him a clear view of its flesh mouth open wide, placed immediately below him. The dragon's maw was already basically around him, its tongue only a foot or two away from his side. He held on tight, watching the stars above him become outlined in the dragon's toothless maw, watching as the view funneled, watching the dragon's mouth shut around him, its gummy lips pressing down over his hands. He winced, shut his eyes, refusing to believe he was in a dragon's mouth, as the tail was pulled free of his grasp.

He was suspend for a brief moment, while he hung from his hands as they were gently gripped by the beasts jaw, before they parted and dropped him into the wyvern's mouth. He fell for only about an inch before the fleshy tongue collected him, wrapping him in warmth and slime and pressing up against his body, easing his wriggling form against the soft yet firm surface of the roof of the creature's mouth. He thrashed against it, not wanting to be swallowed and not allowing the logical part of him to convince him that there was no other option for him to take.

He knew he was screaming, but could not hear it. The sticky sounds of his own movement in the dragon's hot maw was the only thing he could concentrate on. He had only been in the beast's mouth for a few seconds, but he felt utterly drenched in the creature's drool. It had easily soaked through his layers, matted his hair, and flooded his shoes. He felt sticky and slimy, enveloped in the reptile's flesh, and still panicked about what was about to come next.

He felt the swallow before he could process the sound. A gulping squelch rang around his ears as he felt himself drop, the tongue slowly and deliberately lurching around him, shoving him ever so slightly up before squeezing him down into a sliding plummet. His body was plunged out of the somewhat spacious chamber of the wyvern's mouth and crammed into its tight throat. Slick muscles tightened around his lower body, gliding their way up until his head, gasping for one last breath of air, was entirely engulfed in the slimy flesh.

Matt slid, swallowed whole by the black dragon, and felt his body wind deeper into the creature's gut. The walls of the monster's throat constricted around him, squeezing him out straight with his legs below him and his arms stretched out above him, as though reaching back towards the freedom of the open air. The pressure against his chest began tugging on his sweatshirt, bunching it up and pulling it off. His bare stomach and back became exposed as his clothing was squeezed off, his chilly skin pressed up against the dragon's hot slimy flesh, warming his skin to the touch. He wanted to recoil at the sensation, but was not provided any room to do so in the tight confines that surrounded him.

His shirt and sweatshirt were pulled off, tugged free from his reaching arms and left behind, lodged in the dragon's throat above him while he descended, his upper body not bare. The hot flesh cradled around him, caressing his skin with fold after fold of muscle, rubbing slime into his skin as he fell endlessly into the wyvern's body. He held himself still, enduring the alien sensation of hot slimy meat crawling up his body as he slid, his muffled hearing picking up a steady thump-thump, as he descended deeper into the dragon and slipped past its heart. The sound receded, but he could still detect it in the distance, echoing deeply through the monster's body.

Matt's lungs felt as though they were burning, he attempted time and time again to part his face from the tight press of the wyvern's throat to no effect. He began to feel panic, he was going to suffocate before he even made it to the monster's stomach. He struggled, thrashing his body every which was he could manage, which wasn't much. He lurched forward and back, the cradling walls the throat matching his movement and squeezing him back to the same position each and every time. He moaned into the fleshy walls, trying to scream and gagging as the folds of muscle around him pressed into his mouth.

His descent slowed abruptly, and Matt felt his body nearly crumple as the peristalsis continued to press him into the blockade beneath his feet. He shuffled, trying to straighten his body back out, feeling his head part the tight flesh above him for a brief moment before his feet suddenly pierced the hard ring beneath him, his body squelching down a few feet before the throat caught him, easing him down into the chamber beneath him.

He felt the ring climb his body, the hard flesh getting past his pants and squeezing into his bare stomach, the weight of his body now accelerating the process. In a matter of moments he was deposited into the wyvern's stomach.

The first thing he did was gasp. Blissfully, his lungs filled with air, and Matt lay there, cradled in the cramped sack of flesh, taking deep breaths of the stale scented air. He spent a few moments laying still, the heat of the chamber making him bead with sweat, soaking him even more completely as he lay among the sticky and slimy juices that pooled around him. He shifted, pressing his hands cautiously into the soft flesh that surrounded him, the spongy walls curled around him, pushing back, and taking the same shape when he pulled his hand away. He shuddered, still having a hard time believing he was sitting in the stomach of a giant monster.

The darkness was absolute, Matt blinked, rubbing the slime off of his face, but his vision had nothing to adjust to. He was trapped, stuck in the dragon's stomach until it was done with him. The juices around did not burn or sting in any way, giving him hope that he may indeed just walk away from this ordeal when he was finally released. A deep and steady croaking noise reverberated around the chamber, a wet squishing noise following as the enclosure shifted around him, fleshy walls churned around his body, rubbing against him in different directions. Matt gasped, clenching his teeth and holding his arms out in front of him.

The gentle lurching motion he felt made him realize that he was still being flown around high in the sky by the beast that had swallowed him. He felt something akin to being in a small aircraft changing altitude, he would drop for short amounts of time, only to be pulled back up, his body pressing into different parts of the beast's stomach as it flew.

Matt continued to take steady, deliberate breaths. He remained unsure that he would actually be okay, constantly anxious that his air would run out, the stomach would squeeze him too hard, or that the juices that soaked him would start to digest his body. What felt like an hour passed, Matt laying still and tense among the folds of flesh, and still nothing happened.

Time continued to pass, Matt's situation remaining unchanged, and his fears began to ease. He continued to press around the fleshy prison, running his fingers along the wrinkly stomach walls. The surface of his prison was very soft and slick, he occasionally tried to close his grasp around a handful of flesh, only for the material to slip right out of his hands. He reached upwards, digging his fingers as deep between the folds as he could, until he found the passage he had emerged from. The valve was so tightly closed, he had to exert himself to get his slimy hand to slip back through, shoving his arm with full force to feel back into the dragon's esophagus. The strong downward motion gripped him immediately, slipping his arm back down to join the rest of him in the stomach. There was certainly no chance of him going back the way he came.

He was crammed into a somewhat-seated position, his body curved to the shape of the stomach. When he tried to sit up, the top of his head scraped against the meaty ceiling of the dragon's stomach. He tried to stretch himself out, his body pushing at the elastic walls, shifting their shape slightly before he inevitably lost his footing against the slick texture, tumbling around in the cramped sack before shifting back into his default position, gasping to catch his breath.

He groaned to himself, squirming among the lumps of flesh as he sat around, unable to do anything but wait, trapped inside the belly of a beast. His pants and socks were soaked through, his whole body feeling wet and sticky and hot. He arced his back, trying to stretch out his aching legs, feeling mildly claustrophobic after being cramped up in this slimy chamber for so long. His body felt like it was tingling, he sloshed around in the juices that soaked him, dipping his hands down into the fluid and bringing it up to drip down between his fingers. It splattered down into the shallow pool beneath him, adding the wet sounds that constantly echoed around him.

Matt spasmed involuntarily, sputtering from the bitter fluids that had pooled into his mouth and felt around, confused. He had dozed off. He rubbed his eyes, unable to remember when he had even been feeling tired enough to sleep. He tried to sit himself up, the but effort was too great, and he ended up slumping back down into the layers of hot flesh, cradled once again.

The brief effort had left him completely winded. He took a few deep breaths, feeling his head slump as though he had been staying up all night, and wondered why he felt so weak. The soft chamber pressed in on him, gently squeezing his body. Matt squirmed, trying to push create space for himself, but was overcome with shuddering, falling limp at the effort, and just held himself still to endure the working of the dragon's body. The flesh pulsated around him, his bare upper body slicked with the juices, the fleshy walls gliding smoothly along his skin and tugging gently on his pants.

Matt eased himself to the side, feeling some sort of motion in the liquids that he sat in, as though there was some sort of current beneath him. The juices flowed around him, making him feel tingly again, and his head began to cloud, feeling as though he was intoxicated. He feebly pressed against the meaty wall, and his head slumped down once again.

A soft lurch brought him back. He coughed, blinking in confusion before remembering why he was surround in humid darkness. The stomach gurgled around him, and Matt felt his heart drop. He had lost all track of time, unsure if he had spent hours or days trapped inside the stomach of this dragon.

He lifted his hand, intending to feel around the stomach walls once again, and found himself barely able to twitch his fingers. He felt uneasy at the sensation. He had felt helpless enough when the breast had first swallowed him, then at least he was able to control his own body, now, he just had to lay still and let the stomach have its way with him. His head was nearly encased in folds of flesh, he was so far slumped that he was practically laying on his back, his legs curled up above him, and his feet pressed into the fleshy ceiling.

His ears pressed up against the stomach walls, he could hear the wyvern's heart thumping in the distance once again. A slow, steady beat echoing endlessly, far away within the mass of the creature's flesh. Matt took some deep breaths, his feeling of weakness making him want to fall right back to sleep. He fought to stay conscious, willing his eyes to remain open as the groaning of the stomach rumbled around him. The steady motions of the beast rocked him back and forth, making it difficult to remain awake. He yawned, curling up in the soft sack of meat to get into the most restful position he could find, almost forgetting he was currently trapped inside of a voracious monster.

A sudden lurch jolted him awake once more. Matt blinked, now accustomed to the pure darkness that greeted his gaze at all times. He shifted in the flesh, surprised to find that there was not a pool of fluids around him. His body remained wet and sticky with the beasts residual juices, but the monster's stomach was otherwise bare.

He briefly humored the thought of trying to shift his position again, but the feeling of total weakness and exhaustion overwhelmed him once more, so he contented himself with remaining still, slumped down at the bottom the sack of flesh, and waited to see what happened next.

It was then that Matt realized the constant gentle rocking sensation seemed to have stopped. He shifted his fingers around, feeling at the flesh that cradled him, making sure that he was still indeed in the wyvern's stomach. He wondered idly what was going on in the outside world, wondered what the beast was doing at this moment if not being in flight.

Moments later, a thick and putrid smelling fluid began to gush into the dragon's stomach all around him. Matt gasped, sitting up as much as his strength could muster. The liquid was thick and rubbery, slowly encasing his body as it began to pool around him, the level rising higher than the other juices had. He struggled against it, the slimy stuff was filling up his entire space, raising up above his head and leaving him holding his breath as he reached for the upper levels of the chamber. But it was no use, he was too weary. He slumped back down, drifting gently in the viscous liquid until his bare back pressed into the flesh once more. He curled up, holding his breath, and hoped this was not the end of him.

It felt like ages had passed, and he had still not taken a breath. The liquid had entirely filled the wyvern's stomach, leaving him suspended in the thick slime. He floated, drifting this way and that within the still very confined space available to him. He felt around, the textures around him had changed, the walls feeling less soft and more slick, and the folds of wrinkly flesh were smooth and rubbery to the touch. He felt a few lurches of motion, heaving his chamber up and down, forcing him to bang up against the walls as he was tossed around, floating in the bizarre liquid until suddenly, it all stopped.

It felt as though the whole enclosure thudded down one last time, and then there was nothing. The lack of motion was jarring to him. He had grown so accustomed to the dragon's body, that he knew without a doubt he was no longer within it. Not only was he no longer rocking back and forth due to the motion of its flight, but even the gentle workings of its innards seemed to cease. The sounds around him seemed unnaturally quiet, and he had not realized just how loud the wyvern's stomach had been.

He felt himself drift, knowing he had not taken a breath in quite a while, but the need to breathe not ever making itself known. The temperature around him seemed cooler than before, the heat from the dragon's body dissipating, and he knew he must now be within one of those strange cocoons that the beast regurgitated.

He wondered just how long the whole ordeal had taken, how long he had been in the stomach, how long he had been in here. He felt at the walls, the slimy and slick texture rubbing against his fingertips as he floated, entirely disoriented on which direction was up or down, and drifting in and out of consciousness.

He waited.

The sudden appearance of a dim light was blinding. His entire world ruptured, fluid spilling out around him and exposing his body to the chill of air touching his skin. He gasped, his lungs filling with oxygen, and took slow steady breaths, his eyes shut tight to block out the light. There were voices around him, reassuring tones telling him he was alright, but the shock of emerging was overwhelming him, and he fell right back to sleep.

He remembered waking several times since then. There had been a few familiar faces from the lab trying to communicate with him, and checking the little devices he had been carrying on his person. He recalled being in some sort of hospital environment, a white room, blindingly white, with medical equipment everywhere he looked. To his side, he remembered seeing the cocoon he had emerged from, a pure black mass of rubbery material, slick with fluid on the inside, fluid that somehow kept him alive despite the perfectly enclosed space.

Matt shifted around on his bed, the mattress beneath him feeling somewhat cold and uncomfortable after being encased in living flesh for so long. He was provided with numbers soon after. He was swallowed on the night of the 31st, had spent three entire days inside the wyvern's stomach, and then eleven more days inside the rubbery cocoon before he was salvaged and released. The though baffled him, as the time spent inside the cocoon seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. He still felt weary, and was expected to do so for quite some time still. People usually did not recover full strength for about a week, and Matt was just pleased that he had made it through the ordeal alive. He lay in his bed, getting ready to sleep for what felt like the tenth time this day, and was feeling eager for his strength to return.

He considered what he would do once a normal schedule returned to him, and was surprised to find that he may indeed be looking forward to his next volunteer shift. A wry smile on his face, he leaned his head back, asleep the moment he hit the pillow.