As she slid further down her face begun to enter the stomach of the beast. It was a tight squeeze, but the saliva-covered goblin was slowly but surely pushed trough. Her face squished. It was so very tight. Inside the smell was somehow even worse and the heat somehow worse than in the scorching desert she just left. As more of her was passed into the stomach the realization hit her. This was it.. She wasnt getting out.. There was no one that would be able to save her. No one would probably ever find her again. She, as so many others, would be lost to this desert.

The slug had now worked down most of the goblin. Her feet the only thing remaining in the outside world. They were still fighting! Wriggling and waving! A tiny speck of green in a sea of sand. You could hear her muffled sounds of struggle trough the fleshy walls, however very feint, aswell as see small bulges from her small movements she could muster the strenght to perform inside her fleshy prison. She could feel the wet lips of the slug on her ankles, then she felt them being sucked down.

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