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The camping trip had not gone as planned. The temperature was supposed to stay a modest 50 degrees Fahrenheit. She'd come prepared with a sleeping bag and some hand warmers to make sure she didn't freeze.

At the campsite, after the tent had been set up, the temperature began dropping as the sun went down. Much to be expected, but it seemed to be getting much colder than the weatherman predicted.

"Fox, you sure you read the weather right? Low 50s, maybe upper 40s?" Luna asked.

"Yeah, that's what the news said," Fox replied, "but the news could've been wrong."

"How are you not freezing to death? You don't even have a coat on?"

"I got fur. They say it can handle down to the negative 90s. The money we save on costs just goes into our shampoo."

Luna raised her phone to the sky to try to find a mobile data signal. She found one, strong enough to access her weather app. As soon as she opened it, a warning message showed up: [WEATHER ALERT - IT WILL BE LITETALLY NEGATIVE 20 TONIGHT. DON'T ASK HOW.]

Luna ignored that last bit, angrily yelling how it could get to negative 20 degrees literal days after it reached 110. She wouldn't have been so mad at this temperature if it hadn't arrived without any notice. Luna was a former scout, and she'd camped in the single-digit temperatures. But that was with two layers of winter coats, and this time Luna only brought a hoodie.

"Dagnabbit, weather guy, why couldn't you have predicted the next frickin' ice age?"

The temperature was already 30 and dropping fast. The campfire they made was helping, but it couldn't last for long.

"Fox, I think I'm going to have to get into my sleeping bag. That's decently heat-holding."

"Fine with me. I'll extinguish the fire when I'm done."

Luna's sleeping bag was barely helping. She was already shivering in her bag from the coldness. She searched through her bag for some sort of heat source, but instead she found Fox's shrink ray. She always brought it with her for self-defense reasons. She also found a pair of digest-proof armor.

"Uh, Fox," Luna called out, "We might need a different plan for my sleeping arrangement."

"How so?"

"Well, I'm already freezing despite my sleeping bag, so I need to sleep someplace warmer. Your... uh... how do I put this?"

"You want me to eat you so my internal body temperature keeps you alive?"

"...Yes. Do it quickly."

"Any specific size you want?"

"Choose anything!"

"But the armor-"

"Ugh!"

Luna practically tore off her hoodie and put on the armor. As soon as that was done, Fox shrunk her and ate her. Facefirst, Luna was pushed by Fox's esophagus into her stomach. Free from the cold, Luna found a spot on the side of her stomach to lay down on. She had no rush to exit her body, so she tried to avoid the intestine.

"How many times have you eaten me, Fox?"

"If I do the math correctly... this would be nineteen."

"Wow, nineteen already?"

"You're a tasty snack. Delicious little morsel. Scrumptious crumb, predestined to be my food. It's good that you're into this."

"Definitely."

"I'll extinguish the campfire then head to bed. I'll be up bright and early tomorrow!"

Fox laughed.

"And I'll probably sleep in. No need to wake up early when you're being carried like this."

"Yeah, no, you're waking up with me."

For the past three hundred or so years, the great dragon Lucilla had protected the kingdom. The dragon had radiant light-blue scales, was taller than even the highest spire on the great castle (which was already a few hundred feet high), and was quite the fighting force. Lucilla had already prevented a few armies from invading the kingdom, so her services were necessary.

Lucilla didn't ask for too much in return. She wanted peace and quiet in her cave, something to hoard, and - most notably of all - an annual sacrifice to her. Just one man in their prime per year would be sacrificed to Lucilla. They'd be brought up to her cave, where Lucilla would presumably eat them alive - no one had seen her eat them, but none of the sacrifices have returned.

The kingdom was completely fine with the sacrifices. Most other dragons of her skill required a daily sacrifices, which would be done via viciously - and publically - eating a random civilian in the town square. Lucilla's low price was something the kingdom was more than willing to pay.

The sacrifice was chosen at random, not because no one wanted to do it, but because it was considered an honor to be sacrificed to her. Lucilla refused to eat more than one civilian per year, even if they climbed the mountain themselves and ritually offered themselves to her, so the lottery system was introduced. Hundreds signed up per year, and this year in particular, a young lad named Tristan was chosen.

Tristan was brought to the cave by the king to where Lucilla spent all of her time. The stone door blocking the entrance to the cave opened, and Tristan walked in. The dragon stood in front of him, awaiting her prey. The king tied him to a wooden pole, wrapped some fruits, vegetables, and plants around him, and left quickly.

"He's all yours, Lucilla!" he said.

"Thank you, sir."

Tristan was starting to regret his decision to sign up for the sacrifice. Lucilla was much larger than he'd imagined. Tristan suspected that he could survive at least the trip to her stomach, but was unsure on if this was a good thing.

"You are the sacrifice?" Lucilla roared.

"That is correct," Tristan replied, "I'm the sacrifice."

Lucilla laid down next to him. From Tristan's point of view, her lip was at his eye level. One of her clawed hands grabbed him tightly, and Lucilla licked her lips.

"Such a lean fellow. You'll make a fine snack."

"I'm ready, Lucilla."

"No, not yet. It'd be boring if I just eat you right now. Let's have some fun first."

Lucilla opened her mouth, and started licking Tristan with her tongue. It was large enough that it completely covered him, covering him in saliva.

"Lucilla! Just eat me! The suspense is killing me!" Tristan pleaded, "I can't take it! Swallow me. Now."

"No. We must have fun."

Lucilla grabbed Tristan again. The claw on one of her fingers ripped through his shirt in half, sending it fluttering down to the ground.

"Nice shirt you got there. Would be a shame if someone..."

Lucilla slammed her mouth around the shirt and ate it with ease.

"Your shirt is mine now. Hope you didn't need it."

Lucilla rolled over to her back. She then shook Tristan, causing all of the fruits that had been with him to fall into her mouth. But before she swallowed, she pressed Tristan to her neck, so he could feel the lump of food going down. Lucilla made sure to face him downwards so he could see the lump slowly disappear into her chest, with her tummy just barely increasing in size.

"That will be your fate in just a bit!" she said joyfully, "Don't worry, a majority of the sacrifices enjoy their new home!"

Lucilla brought Tristan back up to her mouth. She breathed menacingly out of her nose and licked her lips, as her claws ripped his pants clean off of him. Finally she opened her mouth widely. Lucilla then threw him inside and closed her mouth. Tristan didn't try to escape, since he knew that effort would bring him nowhere. Instead he allowed Lucilla's tongue to carry him to the back of her mouth, where he just barely fit into her esophagus.

To say that it was painful was an understatement. Tristan was being crushed to a degree he thought was unsurvivable, but he just wouldn't die. But then that pain stopped, and he started free falling. It took him a second to realize that he was in the dragon's stomach (his new forever home). He tumbled to what he could only describe as some sort of ground.

Tristan tried to get comfortable. It was the least he could do to alleviate the situation. But then he heard a voice.

"Hey, look like some new meat came in!"

Tristan recognized the voice, but didn't quite remember where.

"You're the new sacrifice? Welcome to the party. I'm Elliot."

Tristan suddenly remembered where the voice came from. He never knew him, but it was the sacrifice from three years prior.

"Elliot?" Tristan said, "How are you alive?"

"Basically," Elliot replied, "Lucilla ensures that we cannot die or age. Don't know how she keeps us specifically alive, since everything else she eats gets digested. Remember that army that tried to invade a year ago, but Lucilla gobbled all of them?"

"Oh yeah, those guys."

"She had just eaten me when that happened. I watched those guys melt away into her stomach. But she won't let us do that."

"But why?"

"She wants to keep playing with us forever. And to her, that involves a loop of eating us. She won't even let us get old. She must have a thing with mid-20s men."

"Is there a way out of this?"

"No. There isn't. We're stuck like this."

[To (possibly) be continued...]

Suppose you and many other vore fans have been chosen to experience the first real-world vore, but there is one catch - the scientists require that you be the opposite role to what you usually are.

So, if you're usually a pred, the scientists will find someone who is usually a prey to eat you. If you're usually a prey, you will have to eat someone who is usually a pred. It has been proven beyond any doubt that it is completely safe; the prey will survive the full tour. The size of the prey will be micro, since that's the only kind these scientists have invented.

Would you be willing to partake in the opposite role to experience real-life vore? Explain your reasoning if you want.

(BTW my answer is Yes, prey to pred. It's about time they get a taste of their own medicine.)

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