*moves his head into Arkain's tongue as he wettens the skunk, trying to enjoy the bizarre trip. He even murrs a bit once his fur is soaked and the strong lizard's tongue continues to stroke his soft skin. Then he stops, and Stank dares to open his eyes and re-enter reality. Before him is a large, seemingly unending tunnel of pink, slick flesh that widens with a pop of Arkain's jaw. He lets out a rather cute frightened noise as he is lowered into it, cringing his head back in fear. The soft tissue wraps around his warm, wet fur and tightens, molding around the contours of his face. The feeling is quite enjoyable as his head and shoulders are surrounded by controlling constrictions, and he shifts abit, letting them tighten on him again. The bulge he makes in the lizard's neck moves about, still very much alive.*