The growing worry in the back of Aviana's mind that she may be unable to locate the entrance to Ingarl's intestines again should she fail to gain access, is quickly quashed as the muscled ring gives way to her prodding fingertips. Her hands being slurped up and into the tubular passage, which are quickly met by a rush of soupy drow. The remains of Ingarl's meal quick to act in filling the newly opened corridor, would squelch past the dragon girl's body, rushing ahead of her to trickle and burble along the winding tract of the drider's intestine. Aviana's own transition from tum to tunnel, was much more methodical, as she wiggles and squirms along with the muscular ministrations of both stomach and intestine. Though her movement is much slower than the initial rush of liquid drow, her descent into the drider's intestines is no less complete, as before long Aviana can feel every inch of her body encased in a fleshy cocoon,along with the entrance to Ingarl's intestines sealing tightly closed behind her toes.<br/><br/>Finally free from the disorienting sea of muscle and muck that was ingarl's second stomach, Aviana is able to take in her environment proper. Motion in this section of her digestive system was far slower after all, in fact as she begins to wiggle ever so slightly she quickly comes to realize she's not able to move much on her own at all.. rather it was by the will of Ingarl's body alone that she was making what little progress she had. The general pressure, and tightly stretched flesh all around her, is far tauter than anything she's felt before, the pressure far greater. Even so, it was not entirely uncomfortable. Looking ahead in the darkness, Aviana can see an endless corridor expanding before her, only able to see up to the next bend, the segmented walls begin to ripple and pull against her, dragging her several inches into the nearest bend. The feeling of these muscles at work all over her body, methodically rolling, kneading her every inch felt incredible. The texture was that of the softest velvet, as a myriad of tiny bristles gently scrub against her entire being.<br/><br/>"It feels quite nice in here." Aviana admits, as her body is slowly squeezed further along Ingarl's digestive tract. The delicate attention the walls where paying to her more sensitive parts, causing her to squirm and moan in delight. Of course it was not all gentle, as the overall pressure of the tight, restrictive tunnel presses down on her, along with the eager massage from Ingarl's own legs. Even so, Aviana had sustained worse punishment in battle, and it was a small price to pay for the enjoyment she was receiving.<br/><br/>Aviana is relieved in the fact she needn't struggle and wiggle, and fight to make any progress any longer. As apposed to Ingarl's stomachs, here, she was always in motion, slowly but surely being worked further along the length of the passage, despite what Ingarl's legs were actively doing. Being ushered along the drider's intenstinal tract, touching areas of the spider girls body that only those destined to become a part of her had ever had the pleasure to do so before. As she moves along she can feel one of those victims, oozing in alongside her. The remains of the possessed drow, being supped away little by little by the walls of the intestines. More and more of the soup dissipating the further along she travels, leaving behind only the stickier parts of the digested meal. While the air in Ingarl's intestine had been anything but pleasant, Aviana can't help but notice it becoming more and more heavy, more sticky, and fetid the deeper she goes.<br/><br/>The fact the drow was actively being absorbed, and converted to waste all around her caused the dragon girl to blush. The thought that were she have been unable to free herself, that fate would have been hers to share, she would have been a part of the lifeless goop, trickling through these very intestines, being drawn away to fuel the drider's body proper, as apposed to simply being a passenger on this journey, while all the while moving closer and closer to her exit. "I'm glad your enjoying yourself." Aviana coos, feeling her body pushed back and forth as she's squeezed along little by little. The dragoness grinding her hips back against the press of drider legs, wiggling her rump and pelvis in turn against Ingarl's intestinal walls walls all the while. The thought of where she was to end up causing her blush to deepen, her temperature to rise. She'd seen so much of the drider's digestive tract already, learned much in her time with Ingarl... and knew exactly where it had to be leading, where her body would inevitably be taken, and how she'd exit the drider's body, naturally, albeit in the form she came in as, rather than one newly formed from the drider's digestive process.