Rynn covered his nose, knowing that the smell would only get stronger the deeper he went. There was a wet pop as he was sucked through the sphincter into Ditan's small intestine. The muscles began moving him along, around several twists and turns, squeezing and pushing him left and right, villi massaging his clothes with even more slime all the while. The squelching of the intestinal tract and the wriggling of the villi were ever present all around him, as he lay there and let the dragon's intestines move him along. There was nothing to do now but let nature take its course.