You take a deep breath, and then pushed forward into the horse’s mouth. Your hands slide over the top of the front teeth and into the moist warmth beyond. It wasn’t open very much, but at your size it’s just big enough to fit in between the front teeth. The horse’s large lips are soft and warm; you can’t help but stop and rub up against them. The slightest bit of moisture glistening on the large dark lips makes your skin stick a little as your body passes between them. As you pass between its large front teeth, you are hit by the heat imitating from the large animals moist, cavernous mouth.
Edging past the teeth you rub your hands across them, even at your relatively small size you can still feel the sharp edge on them. A slight chill goes down your spine knowing what it must be like for the tins of helpless grass and hey they pass threw these ivory gateways to the digestive abyss beyond. The Idea goes threw your mind, however, turning that chill into excitement at the thought of being consumed by this mighty and noble creature. Groping blindly in the darkness of its mouth, your hands find its tongue. The soft, moist muscle squishes underneath your hands like a large wet living mattress; the saliva oozing over your hands making it quite slippery.
Pressing yourself further inside the beast mouth, its head lying on its side, causing the tongue to lie heavily to the side of the mouth. Each step you take is harder than the last, your feet sinking in between the tongue and the roof of the horse’s mouth. Soon you’ve gone far enough back into the salivating maw that the tongue comes up to you’re waist. You stop where you are for a second to take in your surroundings, as you do you reach up and feel the massive muscle pressing up against you. You press your hand into the tongue, the horse shifting its head in its sleep as though reacting to your touch. The tongue moved forward and slid up against you, the slick saliva muscle rubbed against you mid section.
Bolts of pleasure shoot from you’re pelvis and surge throughout your body. You lean forward and lay onto the tongue, letting it shift and move under you. The horse seemingly tasting you’re small for in its sleep. You continue to rub yourself all over the massive tongue; it twitches slightly as you rub yourself all over it, saliva flowing freely within its huge mouth. You stop for a second to think about you current situation and decide what you should do next.
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