The Alolan Vulpix’s blush deepens as you point to her maw, but she gives a small nod of understanding. Her breath is warm against your chilled fur as she leans in closer, her lips parting slightly. She hesitates for just a moment—perhaps nervous—before gently nuzzling your cheek with her nose.
”Mmm… vul…” she murmurs in that unfamiliar accent, though you think you understand what she might mean. ”Let me help.”
Before you can react further, she suddenly opens her jaws wide—GULP!
Her hot tongue presses against your face as she slurps you inside headfirst! The sudden warmth is overwhelming after the icy mountain air. Her throat muscles ripple around you, pulling you deeper into the snug embrace of her gullet. You squirm instinctively as the wet walls massage every inch of your body on the way down.
Glrk… gllmp… schlorp~
Finally, with one last swallow—GLUCK!—you plop into her stomach. Her belly stretches a fair amount to accommodate you, the warm, fleshy walls pressing in from all sides. The Vulpix lets out a soft,”Urrp~… v-vul,” you think she said ‘sorry’, as she pats her now-rounded middle with a paw. Inside, it’s dark and humid—but blissfully warm compared to the freezing mountain air.
You hear her muffled voice above and try to guess her meaning: ”Better? No more shivering…” She giggles shyly, then starts walking carefully across the tundra in the storm. Slosh slosh, your weight causing slight wobbles in her step. Every movement makes her stomach churn around you gently.
Suddenly—BRRROOOOORP!—a loud belch escapes her maw as she covers it with a paw, ”Eep! S-sorry again!” The vibrations ripple through your snug prison, making you squirm involuntarily against the slick walls.
