“And then..Cronus snatched the little baby out of his wife’s hands, opened his mouth very wide and swallowed it whole.” Stolas read out of the mythology book. “With it inside him, and unable to crawl out, his child  would never overthrow him. So Rhea-”


“Papa?” his young, tiny daughter Anastasia interrupted. She was so small, she could fit in the palms of Stolas’ hands, but the love Stolas felt for her was bigger than anything, he knew someday she would grow up big and strong.


“Yes my sweet little owlet?”  Stolas responded, placing the book down. 


“Were all the babies okay inside Cronus’ tummy?” She asked. 


“Why of course. They were gods, so they remained undigested. They kept growing though, so it must have been very uncomfortable.” Stolas hooted and patted her head softly. 


“Hmm, but I wonder what it would be like if it was just me in there.” Twyla chirped. “And in your tummy, not a mean titan’s tummy.”


Twyla patted her father’s stomach as she said this. The prince chuckled, as he found this a bit of a strange request, he thought being swallowed whole must sound scary for a little girl. Still, she was quite bite sized, and theoretically it wouldn’t be impossible.


“Anastasia…are you truly serious about this?” He asked her, holding her up. “I don’t want to frighten you.”


“Mhm. I want to be close to you papa. Hear your heartbeat and be all snuggled up inside you.” She hugged his face, her tiny feathers brushing up against his own feathers. “Please papa?”


Stolas thought about it. He figured it wouldn’t hurt, especially if he used a protection spell on her.  Plus it would be easier to keep track of her and keep her safe if she was this close to him. 


“Alright my sweet little Anastasia…but you must be very careful.” He stated, stroking Anastasia with his whole hand before tapping her little beak, creating a protective barrier, keeping her from being digested. “Although I have always said you are so cute that I could just gobble you up. Let’s see how my little sunset tastes, then.”

Stolas soon unhinged his jaw very wide and inched his tiny daughter towards it. He made sure to be very careful, as she was so small and delicate compared to him and he didn’t want to hurt her with his sharp beak. He soon gently placed her on his tongue, before slowly closing his mouth on her, making sure she was fully inside his mouth. She was soon hidden from the outside world, safely concealed in Stolas’ mouth. Anastasia felt herself slightly squished by the roof of his mouth, but it was quite comforting, especially feeling his warm, slimy tongue wrap around her body. He savored her, she was sweet and somewhat fruity with a slightly sour undernote. Her little horns were so small and dull they felt like little bumps, even her little talons barely made a dent inside her father’s mouth. He licked her a little and rolled her around his mouth, covering her in a layer of warm saliva.


“Papa it tickles!” she said as Stolas licked her more. “This is fun!”


“Don’t get too comfortable in my mouth, dear.” Stolas told his daughter telepathically. “Because you’re now going down my throat. Are you ready?”


“Yes Papa!” She chirped.


Stolas tilted his head upward, making Anastasia slide down deep into Stolas’ gullet. She made a visible bulge in his throat, which he felt and poked as it went down. Anastasia could be heard giggling as her father tickled her from the outside. He kept playing for a bit, pushing Anastasia up and down his gullet. Inside, it felt slimy and warm, and Anastasia was tightly squeezed between Stolas’ throat muscles. To her, it felt like a warm hug, or being wrapped in towels after a hot shower. Stolas enjoyed the feeling of her sliding down, he couldn’t explain why but it also made him feel warm inside, knowing she was safe inside him and having fun, as well as how satisfying it felt. Either way, as she slid down, she soon came across what looked like a dead end. Slowly though, an opening started to appear.
 
“Where am I papa? Am I in your tummy?” Anastasia chirped excitedly. 


“You are getting close, my dear.” He chuckled and slowly pushed on the bulge that was his daughter, forcing her through the opening. Anastasia slid into Stolas’ stomach, landing softly in it as the opening closed once more.  Anastasia rolled and squirmed around as her father’s stomach tightened around her, forcing some gas out of Stolas in the form of several small burps. She accidentally pushed the walls very hard, forcing a very loud burp out.


“Oh goodness, I’m sorry…” Stolas patted his stomach. “Please excuse me Anastasia, I didn’t mean to burp so loudly…”


“Don’t worry, it’s okay…It’s so cozy here papa…I feel like I’m being hugged tightly.” Anastasia chirped happily. “How did I taste, papa?”


“You tasted very good, my dear…and it feels nice to have you in there, my owlet. I can rest assured you’re safe…” Stolas sighed in bliss, rubbing his stomach which bulged out due to his daughter. It was rare that he got to swallow live prey, but the sensation he felt from mice, rats and other small animals squirming around inside him felt amazing. Despite this, he didn’t feel the dominance and power he got when he swallowed food, but rather feelings of protection towards his daughter. He wondered if this was what pregnancy felt like, and chuckled to himself while patting the bulge on his stomach again as the walls tightened around Anastasia. Normally these movements would digest anything in his stomach, melting his prey down into mush, but now they just harmlessly squeezed the little owlet tightly like a warm hug. “Do you want me to swallow anything else for you? Your plushie rabbit, maybe a blanket…or would you like a pillow or some snacks?”


“My rabbit would be nice…I’m a little sleepy, papa.” Anastasia yawned. Stolas quickly went and grabbed Anastasia’s stuffed rabbit, promptly swallowing it as well. While it didn’t bring him as much satisfaction as swallowing Anastasia, he still quite enjoyed the feeling of the stuffed bunny going down his throat, especially since it was slightly larger. Once it landed, Anastasia got right up on top of it as her father’s stomach pressed and tightened against her and the rabbit, like a soft warm blanket.


“Here you are my dear.” He told her as he patted his stomach slightly, massaging the part where Anastasia was. “Is there anything else you’d like?”


“Can you sing me that song I really like?” Anastasia asked. “The nice lullaby?”


“Of course, my owlet…let me just find a rocking chair to sit on.” With that, Stolas sat on a rocking chair and started to hum softly, rubbing his stomach softly. Anastasia curled up against her stuffed bunny, her father’s stomach walls tightened against her and slowly she closed her eyes. A wave of comfort washed over her as she listened to her father’s humming, the churning in his stomach and his heartbeat; she was soon lulled into a deep sleep. Stolas smiled, knowing his daughter was safe within him. 


“Sleep well my dear. And know that papa is here to protect you, no matter what…”