She swallowed, and his feet were sucked into the top of her gullet, while everything else slid further down. Her lips were now level with his chest, and they sealed over his pectorals tightly. She gulped again, and he was up to his neck in it, literally. His arms were also stuck out of her mouth like two divergent cigarettes. He could feel the rows of teeth brushing his shoulder blades and knew this would be a bad time for her to sneeze.<br/><br/>He could feel his footpaws and lower legs were tightly encased in a flexible tube, which rippled and pulsed against him as her body made slight involuntary movements. She made one last swallow, mouth opening, and his head was sucked inside. Her lips were slightly open, so he could see the roof of her mouth, only a foot in front of his nose. She seemed to have swallowed most of the spit, as the cavern around him was merely soggy.<br/><br/>The place smelled, but not bad for a meat eater. Either she had some sort of magical ability, or flossed regularly and had a breath mint. The swallowing motions continued, but more slowly than the frantic pace that had occured with the pink dragon. The throat muscles convulsed, and a gush of cold air whistled past his body. Clearly despite a semi-magical metabolism, she still needed to breath.