Shifter (Dragon Vore)

My name is David, and I suffer from a rare condition. Albinism. Albinism is a condition that caused my skin to be very pale when I was born. It is a subject that many people view in different ways. Some see it as a curse from the Daedric Princes, some see it as a disease, others see it as a gift from the Divines. I don't understand how something that causes you to be bullied, rejected and looked down upon can be seen as a gift. Sometimes, people even called me a Snow Elf to insult me.

I had never had any friends, people would turn away from me, so I would often spend my time indoors, alone and shut away from the outside world. It seemed that the only people who seemed to care about me were my parents, although my father left to fight for the Stormcloaks in the Civil War when I was nine. We haven't recieved any information of his whereabouts since, which destroyed me. I used to live with my mother at home in Dawnstar, who would care for me and support me through my dull, desperate life. She would often say that my Albinism was a blessing, although she herself seemed not so sure. Being alone for most of the time was hard, but it was something I was used to. I would usually spend my days sitting inside and reading. I was what some people would call a bookworm, but there was only one kind of book I was interested in.

Books about dragons.

Ever since I had first laid my eyes on a picture of one, dragons had amazed me. Their shiny scales, razor-sharp talons and enourmous wings seemed so fascinating. It was sad to say that these creatures were stuff of myths and legends, but I believed. Believed that there was more to them. I knew that they were out there. And not just evil ones at that.

When I was about twelve years old, I had probably read through all of the books in my house more than ten times, and I began to get bored. I was desperate to get out there. Desperate for a taste of adventure and exploration. I had envyed my father so much. I had always wanted to travel Skyrim, exploring ruins and slaying monsters, it sounded fun, and I wanted to experience my homeland like never before. So eventually, I decided that I would run away. I knew my mother would be devastated to find that I was gone, as she tried her hardest to keep me 'safely' indoors. But I didn't care. I was sick to death of living like this. I wanted to live a normal life.

And there was no way I was going to let my Albinism stop me!

One night, I carefully climbed out of bed to gather the equipment I had set up. A coat, backpack, hat, gloves, boots, some dried meat and vegetables, a sleeping bag, some books and my trusty wooden sword for self-defence. I know what you're thinking, "Ha! A wooden sword?" But I had sharpened this sword until it was like a stake. I was also quick with a sword, as I used to train myself when I was bored. When I was fully clothed and ready to set off, I picked up my bag and crept through the darkness to the front door, trying as hard as I could not to wake my sleeping mother. Cringing, I opened the door as it sharply creaked. Thankfully, only silence followed. I sighed with relief as I made the first step outside that I had taken in months. I inhaled the sharp, crisp air. It was snowing outside, and there was not a single guard on patrol. I slammed the door and ran through the dancing snowflakes and into the wild, winter wonderland

I was finally living the life I had always wanted to live.

30 minutes later...

My radical running had been going straight for about ten minutes, then died down to a joyous jog, which eventually became a weak, wheezing walk. I was exhausted and I realised that I needed to find shelter soon as it was getting late, otherwise I would freeze to death. I sat there on a rock for about five minutes, staring at the ground, thinking about what would follow now that I had broken out of my cage and ran out into the big, wide world. I could do anything, become whatever I wanted, do whatever I pleased. But for some reason, deep down, a part of me asked, was this all really worth it?

"Hello...?" I heard a distant, muffled voice.

My eyes widening in panic, I jumped to my feet and pulled out my sword, trembling in fear whilst I scanned the snowy forest around me. I couldn't see three metres in front of me as the snow was so thick.

"Who's there?" I yelped, "Show yourself! I'm not afraid to use this!"

"Are you OK?" it trailed off through the wind. It sounded like it was getting closer, and I could hear it's tone clearly. It was a soft, female voice.

"I'm fine!" I cried out into the wilderness, constantly turning, clutching my weapon to my side, "Leave me alone!"

"Oh I'm not so sure about that." it replied, "It's awfully cold out here. You could freeze to death." I shook in fear. The voice sounded close now, only metres away.

"Please!" I yelled, "Go away! You're scaring me!"

Then, my stomach tied into a knot as I felt a rush of warm air on the back of my neck. I slowly turned around, and saw nothing.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" I roared in fearful frustration. Then...

"Trust me." I heard the voice, as bright as day, whisper into my ear.

Suddenly, I screamed as I felt myself being lifted into the air by the scruff of my coat, dropping my sword onto the snow-covered ground. I struggled relentlessly, trying to break free from the force that was restraining me. I desperately looked around to see what was holding me, and once again, I saw nothing. What mystical force was holding me captive? I cried out as I was slowly carried away through the air, until a cliffside came into view, out from the white storm. A huge boulder stood before me, and I gawped as it began to shift aside, revealing the entrance to a long, dark tunnel.  It was taking me inside! I sighed deeply, accepting my fate. I thought of my mother, my home and how coming out here was such a stupid idea. 

"I'm so sorry, mum." I whispered to myself. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was the voice.

"Don't worry, everything's going to be alright."

Later...

I awoke from my slumber, holding my head, which was throbbing intensely. I looked around groggily, it appeared that I was in some sort of chamber, as I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the cold, cobbled floor beneath me. For some reason, my winter clothes had been removed and I was wearing my spare shirt and short leggings that I had packed in my rucksack, which was on the floor next to me.

"Am I dea...?" I muttered to myself.

"No," I was suddenly interuppted, "You're perfectly fine. I was wondering when you were going to wake up." I recognised it instantly, it was the voice of the thing that kidnapped me. I stood up and peered through the darkness.

"What do you want from me?!" I yelled into the shadows.

"Nothing," it replied softly, "I only want to help you. Now, please accept my hospitalities."

"Well," I grumbled, crossing my arms,  "It would be nice to actually see where you've taken me." As soon as I finished speaking, the entire room was suddenly lightened up with the bright glow of several, large torches. I looked around my prison. I thought I was in some kind of huge, Ancient Nordic Ruin.

"Where have you taken me?" I demanded.

"To my home," the voice said softly, "Make yourself comfortable. You can spend as much time as you like here, child." I stamped my foot on the ground and fumed at where I thought the voice was coming from.

"Alright!" I yelled "I've had enough of your games! Show yourself!"

Suddenly, a pair of large, fluroescent, bright-green eyes appeared out of thin air a few metres in front of me. They stared at me, blinking a couple of times.

"What are you?" I growled, "Some kind of Daedra?"

"Actually," the voice corrected me, "I think you'll find that I'm something different altogether."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I cried, "Show me!"

"Um... I really don't think you'd want to see my real for..."

"Show me."

The voice sighed, and then something bizarre began to happen.

Slowly, a horned head began to form around the pair of floating eyes, followed by a neck, body, torso, four legs and a tail. I couldn't believe what was standing before me.

A beautiful dragon.

She was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, and she was nothing like the dragons I had seen in my books, she didn't even have wings yet her appearance was so captivating. She was something that was beyond my wildest dreams.

Her scales were the colour of burgundy, patterened with dark orange stripes which ended at both ends of her slender body, her smooth snout and her long, twirling tail. She stood proud on four, muscular legs which were each supported by five, sword-like talons. I stared in complete awe at this noble creature, from the small, jutted horns on head to her dark-grey underbelly. But the most unusual thing about her was  the scar on her left eye. I was intrigued to ask how she got it, but I stayed quiet. Upsetting this dragon would be the last thing I wanted to do.

"Yeah, OK, I understand." she said, rolling her eyes, "I know how afraid you humans are of us dragons. *Rawr*, *rawr*, we burn down your villages and steal your women..." she stopped, giving me a confused look, "Wait, aren't you scared of me?"

I slowly shook my head, not breaking eye contact with her. After a few seconds, the dragoness grinned and began to giggle.

"This is amazing!" she laughed, "A human who's not afraid of me? I thought I would never see this moment in all my days!"

"I never thought I would ever see a friendly dragon." I gasped, "You're awesome!"

"Thank you!" she blushed, "Oh! I can't believe that I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Nérïya. What is yours'?"

"I'm David." I replied.

"Thats cute." Nérïya chuckled, "I feel a bit nosy asking this, but why are you so pale? I've seen pink-skinned humans and brown-skinned humans, but I have never seen anyone like you. Are you from a different species of Man?"

"No," I sighed, "I suffer from Albinism, a skin disorder which I was born with. It makes me look pale compared to other people."

"Oh, I'm sorry for being so rude." she hung her head low and whimpered.

"No, no, it's OK." I gently stroked her snout, "I get asked that a lot." Nérïya purred and smiled at me.

"Thank you for understanding!"

"No problem." I cleared my throat, "I'm really curious about how you managed to camoflauge yourself like that. I've read so much about dragons, but I've never heard about them being able to do that!"

"That's because I'm a Chameleonite, silly!" Chameleonite? I whispered the word to myself several times, trying to figure out what Nérïya meant.

"We Chameleonites are a rare species of wingless dragon from the swamps in the province of Black Marsh. We use our camoflauge to ambush prey, as we stand out like a sore thumb in our normal form. If you've never heard of us before, it's probably because we're extremely rare. We've been hunted by Argonians for years, stupid lizards, hence how I got this scar." she pointed to her left eye.

"How did you get that?" I asked curiously.

"It's... it's something I don't like to talk about." she murmered. I nodded, showing that I understood her preferred privacy.

"Hey, I was wondering," Nérïya began, "Do you like to play games?"

"Sure, why not?" I grinned, as being alone most of the time caused me to jump to the chance of having the slightest amount of fun.

"I know a game that your kind plays. It's called 'hide and seek'. It's my favourite game!"

"Um... OK. What are the rules?"

"You mean you don't know the rules to hide and seek?" Nérïya put a paw digit to her snout.

"Yeah, being, well, you know, meant that I didn't get accepted by most other kids." I said.

"Oh, OK." she nodded, "Basically, one of us has to be the seeker, who has to close their eyes and count to sixty. The other person, the hider, has to run away and find a hiding place within that minute. When the minute is up, the seeker will try to find the hider and if they do, they win, but if they give up, the hider wins. Understand?"

"Sure." I smiled at her.

"Great!" she beamed at me, "I'm going to be the seeker as I would have an extremely unfair advantage as a hider. Also, I like to play this game with a little twist."

"What do you mean?" I stopped smiling, and gulped nervously.

"You'll see." she grinned, "And you'll probably like it! OK, let's go!" Nérïya closed her eyes and turned around, "One, two, three, four..."

Realising what she was doing, I sprinted away from her, down the large, lit corridors, past many rooms and cupboards where I could hide, but they were too obvious. Nérïya would easily find me in there, so I carried on. Eventually, I came across a large room with many cracks and crevasses in the wall, which were just the right size with someone of my stature to fit inside. I looked at different objects around the room. Under the bed? Too obvious. Inside the wardrobe. Again, too obvious. What about behind the cauldron? Too easy to spot me there...

"Ready or not, here I come!" I heard the distant voice of Nérïya boom. Without thinking, I threw myself into a small, but large enough crack in the side of the wall. It was fairly hard to spot, but was uncomfortable to be squeezed inside. I crouched in my spot, not even daring to breath at a normal pace incase Nérïya found me.

After about ten minutes, my legs started to hurt. I couldn't bear the pain any longer, and fearing that I would get cramp, I ever so slowly crept out of the hole to find a more comfortable hiding spot. I decided that hiding under the bed would be the most comfortable spot for me.

Suddenly, as I made my way across the room, I yelled as I fell softly to the floor, and I felt something gently pin down onto my chest.

"Found you!" Nérïya giggled as she revealed herself. Her foot was pinning me to the ground.

"OK, OK," I laughed as she licked my face with her long, purple tongue, "You got me!" Nérïya suddenly picked me up gently and brought her snout up to me.

"Now for the fun part!" she giggled, and gave me a long, wet lick which covered nearly the whole of the front of my body. What she did next terrified me. Nérïya slowly began to open her mouth. Now I had finally realised what the 'twist' was.

She was going to eat me!

I could only stare into her maw as I was lifted closer towards it. Like her tongue, it was a dark purple on the inside. Everything was coated in a layer of saliva, from her gleaming fangs to the back of her rippling throat. Her massive tongue lolled out over her bottom lip as she prepared to place me onto it. Her warm, breath wafted over me, causing me to shiver from the sudden temperature change. Then, a part of me filled up with pure rage, and as I was centimetres from going into her maw, I let it out.

"NO!" I roared as I began to violently thrash within her soft grasp, "I trusted you! How could you do this to me?! I thought we had something, Nérïya!" Suddenly, Nérïya lifted me back to her face and away from her mouth. She was looking at me with those bright-green eyes, which were now large and soft.

"Don't be scared," she said in a soothing tone, "I'm not going to hurt you. You'll be just fine, and besides, you may enjoy it."

"B-b-but," I stuttered, "You're going to kill me!"

"Of course not, silly!" she cooed, "If I was going to kill you, why would I be holding you so gently? I'll let you out afterwards. Have faith in me, you're not going to die." Confused, bewildered and out of things to say, I slowly nodded, shivering like a tree in the wind and quietly whimpering. Nérïya then brought her snout to my chest and nuzzled it, softly purring. The soft noises were, for some reason, very calming, and I began to stop shivering.

"Trust me." she whispered, as she opened her mouth for the second time.

But this time, I was going to be inside it.

Nérïya placed me onto her tongue, which was soft and slimy. It began to move around me carefully, coating me her warm, slippery saliva. At that moment, I had a change of attitude. Her maw was actually pretty warm, and the wet surfaces inside her mouth felt good on my cold skin. I was suprised to find myself with a smile on my face. Soon after she was done slathering me with her tongue, Nérïya began to close her jaws, keeping me wedged in between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. As I was lying face first inside her mouth, I could feel her breath on my face, my nose inches from her throat. Then, it began to open, and I stared down into it's dark, pulsing interior. Nérïya's entire maw shifted upwards as she tilted her head and gave a couple of loud, throaty gulps, using her tongue to gently force me onwards, on my descent to her belly. The walls of her esophogas were wet and tight, but not uncomfortable. I grinned as I heard the familiar noise of Nérïya's purring all around me as the last of my soaked body was forced into her hot, wet throat.

Soon after, I had stopped moving, and was ever so slowly deposited into a soft, fleshy bag which constricted around my form as soon as I entered. Nérïya's slimy, humid stomach slightly gurgled around me as I shifted myself into a comfortable position.

"Feeling OK, David?" I heard Nérïya's voice echo around me.

"I'm good, Nérïya," I replied from within her gut, "In fact, I feel great, but why am I not hurt?"

She giggled at my supposedly 'obvious' question.

"That's because you're in my second stomach which I use for food preservation, David. Why would I ever want to hurt someone as cute as you?"

"Storage stomach?" I muttered, "I thought dragons only had one stomach."

"True, normal dragons can use their stomachs to do pretty much anything, but some species such as we Chameleonites have two stomachs, one for digestion and another for food storage. I'll let you out in the morning as you'll be fine sleeping inside me. If you don't mind me asking, what brought you to these parts?"

Without hesitation, I began to explain everything to Nérïya. My dull life, my fascination with dragons, my father leaving to fight in the war, why I left home in the first place.

"Wow," she gasped when I had finished my mini-autobiography, "You've been through a lot, just like me. When I was a young dragon, my entire family was killed by large group of Argonians back when I was living in Black Marsh. My hate for them will never die. They are a cruel people, as it turns out they were just hunting us for sport. I was one of the last ones to survive, so I just ran, ran from all the death, suffering and pain. And as I mentioned, one of them gave me the scar on my eye, using a hunting spear. Luckily, I managed to escape from them and I fled North all by myself, until I couldn't go any further, as I was in Skyrim, the top of Tamriel. That was when I settled down here. But that was nearly 3000 years ago."

"I'm so sorry." I cooed as I hugged the walls of Nérïya's stomach when I heard her whimper in sadness, "I'm sure they're watching over you."

"Thanks." she sniffed, her tone beginning to change back to normal, "You're so sweet." She nuzzled her stomach, preparing to go to sleep.

As I was just about to drift off, a brilliant idea sharpened my senses and I sat up in Nérïya's belly. 

"Nérïya?" I called out to her.

"Yes, David?"

"I just had the most wonderful idea. I think it would change both our lives for the better."

"Go ahead, I'd love to hear it." she purred.

"Well," I began, "What I was thinking about asking you was... well I was thinking that running away was a big mistake and I think I'm better off at home. What I wanted to ask you was... would you like to come and live with me?"

"But David, how would your family react? I am a dragon!"

"It's just my mother, Nérïya, and if I could prove that you're harmless, she'd be delighted that I had gained a new friend." Nérïya hummed for now and then for a while, considering my offer.

"Well," she finally concluded, "Sure! I'd love to!"

"Thank you so much!" I cried with joy, "You have no idea how much that means to me!"

"Anything for you, sweetpea." she mewed, "Now, we should get some shut-eye if we're going to travel tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Nérïya." I said

"Goodnight, David." Nérïya whispered back, "Sweet dreams."

One year later...

Returning to Dawnstar took me and Nérïya a lot of courage to do. 

But it was all worth it in the end. 

When I had returned, my mother hugged me and told me that she was worried sick, how guards were searching for me, it was quite tearful for both of us, but it was nothing compared to what happened next.

My father walked out of the living room. Still dressed from head to toe in his armour. He held his arms open to me and smiled.

I fell into his arms, sobbing deeply, after missing him for all these years, a huge part of my life had been restored. It turned out that he had officially finished his service with the Stormcloaks and would be staying at home forever. But it wasn't over yet.

On the same day, I had introduced Nérïya to them. I dreaded doing so, thinking that they were going to drop dead from fright or drive her away out of protection. It was actually the complete opposite. My parents welcomed Nérïya with open arms, delighted with her for protecting me while I was gone. They were also pretty touched, even my father shed a few tears when he discovered that I had finally made a new friend, and a very special one at that. Eventually, we extended the house to accomodate Nérïya, but whilst doing so, we were forced to reveal her to the rest of Dawnstar.

At first, the dragoness was a huge shock to the town, especially the local guards, who tried to take her away, but my father, being the brave man he was, defended Nérïya with an iron fist and demanded the Jarl to let her stay. Soon after, the Jarl accepted the offer, under one condition, that she treated every person and property in town with respect. This was too easy for Nérïya, as she was very kind-hearted anyway.

After that, I discovered that having Nérïya around didn't just make my life easier, but it allowed me to become accepted by the rest of society. Slowly, I began to make friends with other children around town, as being me being popular caused them to judge me for what sort of person I was like, and not how I looked, and Nérïya would often come out to play with me and them.

I was thirteen now, and I was finally living the life I had always wanted so desperately, and it was all thanks to Nérïya. Over the rest of my childhood, she constantly stayed by my side. Looking after me, protecting me, having fun with me and sharing wonderful memories with me was all she did. And now and then. When we were by ourselves. When it was just the two of us. We would go out into the woods to do what had started it all.

To play a fun game of Hide and Seek.

- THE END