::Those tight muscles would massage the sable down her throat and into her stomach, which oddly enough lacked any of those digestive juices that were the things that the sable should have been worrying about.  She would give a little sigh as she felt the sable leave her throat and go into her stomach, curled up in her new tight warm home, taking a deep breath to give the sable some air::You okay in there?::Rubbing the bulge in her tummy::