Ptricia was assisting in the swallow, pushing against Rayn's breasts with her hind feet until only her rump and hind legs were outside the wolfess's jaws. Her tail no longer had the reach to muff about with the wolvf's muff.<br/><br/>Her head was pressing against the cardiac valve at the top of the wolfess's stomach, and she could smell the slightly acrid scent from the stomach acids beyond. The space was unbelieveably tight and narrow, but she was somehow managing to make progress, assisted by the bands of muscle in Rayn's throat.<br/><br/>"Coming through!" she called out.