I received a message from an old friend of mine, asking me to come check out a new skill he’d acquired. This was nothing new, he was always off exploring the world, seeking out all its little secrets. Most of what he found was of limited usefulness, but more than made up for it in curiosity and fun. That was just the way secrets were. It just wouldn’t be fair to hide things people considered required.

His house was quite a ways away, so I found a nearby terminal and logged in. I scrolled past the ancient datastores, having already searched this terminal, and pulled up my waypoints. A few button presses later, and I was standing on the docks by a houseboat, the dusty scents and forgotten folders of the office I’d come from replaced with a salty breeze and moonlight reflecting off the sea. I wasted no time hauling myself up the ladder and into his room.

My friend was waiting for me. He was currently an anthro red dragon, roughly my height. He was sitting on his bed, arms propping him up in a lazy pose, and completely naked. I forced myself to gaze up from his crotch to his face.

“Uhh, so what did you find? And why are you naked?” I asked. The two were quite obviously related.

My friend wagged his tail. “You’ll like this one. I can smuggle people in my inventory now.”

My heart leapt into my throat. I was expecting something involving sex, maybe some pleasurable touch, or ability to have a prehensile cock, something of that nature. This, on the other hand… “So… I’m guessing I don’t just go in your pocket.”

He laughed. “Nah. Whoever made this skill… well, it looks like they share similar interests. I need you inside of me.” He licked his lips. “And I know just the way to do it.”

I blushed considerably. We both knew we were into vore, and he teased me constantly with nibbles, slurps, threats of having me for breakfast… it’s why he chose to be a dragon. Still… “I dunno… fantasizing is all well and good, but I don’t think I’d like to actually be food… there’s still things I want to do, ya know?”

“That’s just it though… the skill description’s assured me you’ll be perfectly safe.” He saw my doubtful look. “...have I ever lied to you? We’ll have our fun, I’ll drop you, and it’ll all be good. And if I ever actually need to smuggle you someplace, this might be the first skill I’ve found that comes in handy.”

I stepped closer to him, leaning close to his muzzle. “Well… alright then. I trust you.”

He shook his head. “Not that way. My stomach’s still a stomach, I can’t exactly keep you there.” He got up, bent over on fours on the bed and raised his tail. “There’s your entrance. Crawl inside!”

I attempted to enter my friend. He was looser than anyone I knew, but I was only able to get my hand partway in before his ass refused to give any more. “Stop, stop… ugh, I was hoping it would cover this, chotto matte.”

He got up, walked over to the laptop on his desk, and started typing. Alterations to his settings no doubt. With a triumphant strike of the enter key he got back into position. “Ok, try now.”

This time around, I had no trouble. I reached my hands inside, stretching him wide enough to get my head inside. It was soft and cushiony, like being surrounded by slimy silk pillows. I squeezed my shoulders inside, squirmed my way down to my chest, then my crotch, until it was getting difficult to push against the ground outside. At this point, I felt my friend shift until I was standing upright once more, his hungry sphincter slurping me up until he was sitting on the floor, and I was stuck inside, hugged on all sides by my friend’s warm, soft insides, and hornier than ever.

“Alright, just gimme one sec to use it…” he murmured. There was a snap, and a feeling of weightlessness. Somehow I knew I wasn’t creating a bulge on him anymore, nor could he feel my weight… at least until I kept him from picking up more stuff. I was just another part of his inventory.

“So… how long do you think you’ll keep me in here?” I asked.

“Mmf… gimme a moment... “ I heard his panting grow louder, could feel him squirming about, tense up, then cry with relief as he masturbated with me inside him. He never could last long when vore was involved. “Just ah… overnight probably. Lemme paw off to sleep… deal with the morning wood…”

I laughed. “You horndog. You know you won’t be able to actually smuggle me anywhere if you can’t go two seconds without jerking it!”

“S-shutup!” he protested. “It’s my first time actually doing vore. Self control can come later. Anyway… you ok in there?”

“Just peachy,” I reassured him. “It’s very comfy, and it’s not suffocating or trying to dissolve me or anything. Get some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Alright. Thanks for letting me test this, it’s been amazing.” he murmured.

“Anytime.”