Roxie yelps as she slips deeper into the Ninetails' throat. The fox's tonsils move aside as her head pushes into the warm gullet, the temperature increasing dramatically as she descends. The tight muscles constrict around her, slowly moving her forward in accordance with her predator's hunger - moving her toward what seemed to the poor, trapped Riolu as a grisly fate as a piece of meat for the powerful Pokemon. Her eyes stare into the disgusting darkness below her, unable to move to anything else.