Whether it was in part of sheer desperation or upmost fascination, your legs slowly inch closer to the Ninetales gaping maw. The bright crimson peepers staring from high above momentarily wide, as if shocked by your course of actions. Regardless, the giant vulpine made sure to remain as still as possible as the tip of it's tongue begins to lower down upon the ground. Humorously, it was almost as if the tongue was acting as some sort of wet squishy carpet, and further down along was the lavish interior that was ninetales gullet. Upon placing your right foot upon the slimy tongue, a sudden gust of humid breath wafts right before you, nearly forming a fog like veil.
"E-easy." you stutter as you carefully trek your way onto the tongue and past the rows of sharp protruding teeth aligning the entryway of the fox pokemon's mouth. Just as you were about to make your way further inside however, light was suddenly sealed off as the ninetales immediately snapped it's mouth close. "H-hey!" you shout as the sudden motion causes you to slip front first on the squishy pink surface. As your body lied disoriented from the sudden close, you soon feel gravity sink you down the pokemon's tongue as the ninetales was supposedly lifting it's head up. Deeper down it's throat the sound of murrs and what could only be described as a content moan echoed about.
While it was clearly obvious that the ninetales enjoyed your taste, what happened next was completely unexpected. The huge muscle below you quickly begins to shake and wiggle about the confines of the fox's maw, sending you careening and bumping into nearly every single area inside. At times your body would bump against the side of it's cheek, though thankfully manage to avoid the sharp fangs hanging above and below, and in other instances your form would be rubbed against the roof of it's mouth. Indeed, this pokemon cherished your tiny flavor as your body was played about like some chunk of candy.
After dozens of tumbles and rolls all about, your whole body was drenched by fox spit as you eventually manage to get pinned once more against the palate. while the pressure wasn't intense to say the least, moving about was nearly an impossibility. With a quick shake of your head, you manage to send a few globs of saliva flying off as a sudden groan from behind catches your ears. Without even a warning, the tongue soon descends downward as your form begins to slide on down towards the awaiting abyss. As if to make the trip easier, the vulpine immediately begins to lift it's head skyward, allowing gravity to once again do it's job.
As you slid downwards, your body was immediately met with a great suction force contributed by walls of pulsating flesh. Greedily, the walls begin to pull you down deeper up to your waist, and soon to your neck. With one good deep breath, the sounds of wet walls squishing followed by a thunderous *GLRK* resonate all about you.
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