<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris raised his eyebrow. Unless Superman was wearing all black these days... "I was referring to something other than the boxers, rath-y'know, just forget it." He lay back down, wiggling his toes a bit with his eyes closed.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia drew her tongue in, closing her lips. She now held the upper half of his body in her maw, his head right at the back of her throatand looking down her gullet. His hindquarters and tail stuck out from between her lips like something hanging down from somewhere. (I ran out of metaphor, okay!)<br/><br/>Her tongue was not quite big enough to be a single mattress, but it felt like a waterbed underneath Chris, if a somewhat damp one. He felt her inhale, and his fur was sucked forward as she tilted her head back and he started to slip down her throat. Her lips moved, sucking his rump in, and drawing his legs after it. He was half sucked, half gulped as his shoulders were drawn into her gullet and squeezed against the walls of muscle that lined it. Very little light reached the end of the tube, but with lupine low light vision he could vaguely see the sphincter that led to the stomach, the cardiac valve.