The tail maw closes in over your head, consuming it and your shoulders with ease. Before you lays a field of soft villi, brushing to and fro with the motion of the tail's peristaltic motion. You can feel it tugging at you, pulling you deeper into the depths of her long appendage. The soft villi tickle against the flesh, each one lubricating your body further, lathering you in more and more tail slime, coating you until your flesh glistens. As the maw continues to devour you, brief flashes of light grant you a look at your final resting place. Soon though, it goes dark, as your feet disappear into the hungry maw. The tail's canal is tight, your body feeling like its sealed inside of a skin tight suit, one that's always moving. The sensation is subtle, but the movement is constant, dragging you further and further into the throat of the mimic's tail. The only sound to alleviate the silence, a soft squelch of the tail's muscles pulling you deeper. Soon, a strange scent begins to perk at the nose. It's a familiar scent, one that's a bit salty, yet sweet, and it only gets stronger as you continue.

Art: Fiyawerks