With the motions of her tongue forcing Starbell's legs a little more beneath her body, Ryla found it a little easier to hold the foot-tall fairy snugly encased in her mouth, where escape became a rather difficult and likely impossible task. For all intents and purposes, Starbell might as well have been a very large and amazingly tasty mouse...and keeping THOSE 'where she wanted' was something Ryla had plenty of experience with, especially given a very large portion of her diet, especially when she was younger, consisted of the little, squirming rodents.

Of course, Starbell was no simple mouse. No. The delightfully tasty little fairy was something so much more, and despite not being especially hungry given her rather sizable meal just the day before, Ryla found herself drawn more and more into the 'game', enjoying the little fear-filled and shocked cries as she moved the delectable elfin girl back and forth in her mouth. Again, though she'd never thought of herself as especially cruel...there was simply something *FUN* about swishing the little fairy around in her mouth, of spreading the delicious flavor of that soft, fleshy body along her tongue, hearing her saliva-garbled cries for Arisu to come and save her.

Not to mention, the FLAVOR. It was the thought of sampling the fairy that had landed Starbell in this predicament in the first place, and Ryla's mind continued to dwell on it simply for the reason that Starbell...was delicious. That slight little tingle that seemed to permeate her body in turn tingled Ryla's tongue, exciting little tastebuds that she'd never even knew she had. That, in turn, mixed with the softer, fruitier flavor of the little creature's body, and made for an altogether mouthwatering treat, as the constant flow of saliva across the entrapped fairy's body clearly showed.

It was all she could do to stop flipping Starbell around on her tongue, but the game was far from over, and with a monumental show of willpower, she stopped herself and kept her mouth wide open, the soft glow of Starbell's little body showing from between her lips. Without the constant motion of that surprisingly dexterous, strong tongue, Starbell found it a bit easier to get her legs beneath herself and reorient herself in the hot, cramped confines of the fox's mouth. Even with her mouth open, the fairy can't quite straighten her head fully, and is forced to 'sit' in a half-crouch, her shoulders pressed against the shiny, white interior of those dangerously large teeth around her. Still, even with very little room to maneuver, she was able to make a little bit of headway in extracting herself from the foxgirl's saliva-filled maw.

Gazing out through those lips was a rather fearsome sight. Despite her teeth mostly resembling a human girl's, albeit just slightly sharper and more 'pointed', even on the molars, it was the fox-girl's canine teeth that were surprisingly intimidating, especially seeing them from the BACK. With a length that would prove detrimental even to something her OWN size, and dangerously sharp to boot, seeing those teeth from INSIDE the her mouth was something out of a smaller creature's nightmare. One little bite, even a nip, and those teeth would be deadly.

Of course, those teeth never come into play, save for handholds as the Fairy begins to crawl from between the fox-girl's lips.

~Hee...silly fairy...~ Ryla thought to herself as she feels the little girl shimmying along her tongue, pulling herself closer to freedom and the edges of her lips ~Game is not over....~

When Starbell's head finally crested Ryla's lips, her saliva-soaked face cooling in the cold morning air, the little fairy's temporary respite ended rather suddenly.

With a little, happy giggle that veritably reverberates around Starbell's small body, Ryla's tongue once more surged into action, scooping right up in front of Starbell's face. With only a single, brief second to register the sudden 'change in scenery', Starbell suddenly found that soft, pink tongue blocking her field of view...and then slapping wetly right against her face. With another light-hearted giggle, Ryla smushed her tongue tightly against the fairy's face, and with a simple little push...cramed Starbell right back between her lips.

Slrrrp!

~Haha...silly fairy, not getting out yet...~

Once more, Starbell found her entire world dark and warm and wet as those lips seal back shut, the slender pink tongue beneath her once more setting about the task of maneuvering her back and forth in the slippery, heated depths of the fox girl's mouth. This time, that tongue is a little bit more forceful, squishing the little fairy tightly up against the hard, rigid roof of Ryla's mouth, then sideways and right between her teeth, squishing her face tightly against the warm, slippery, immensely soft flesh of her inner cheek. It was nervewracking, feeling those dangerous teeth hovering above and below her, a single bite more than enough to end her life...yet again, that bite never comes, the fox-girl seemingly quite content with simply toying with and teasing her new, delicious little toy.

Perhaps most frightening, though, was with that single little push...Starbell felt her legs suddenly slip out beneath her, and given the cramped confines...they simply had nowhere to go but 'backwards'. Right into the squeezing, eagerly flexing throat that, given time, would ensure she took a one-way trip right down into the foxgirl's tummy.

"Mmmm..." Ryla moaned in satisfaction as she felt those slender legs squeeze into her throat, creating a tiny bulge in the frontside of her neck. Mmm, such a tasty fairy...

...And now, the game truly began.

Tilting her head straight back, Ryla opened her jaws wide once more, filling Starbell's view with her parted lips and the sky just beyond. Again, her tongue grew still, allowing the fairy to get some small measure of traction to climb out, if she could manage it in the hot, slippery confines, so covered in slick, slimy saliva. To make matters worse, behind her, Starbell could feel the fox-girl's throat suddenly get a grip on her legs, and lightly flex, ripple...and 'tug' her inwards, making her slip a single inch downwards along that slippery tongue, and further back into the tight, rippling constraints of the kitsune's throat.

Not even bothering to swallow, Ryla held her head tilted straight back and simply opened up her throat, perfectly content to let the delicious morsel slide right into it if she was not able to keep herself out of that greedy, eager gullet beneath her. Knowing her wings were useless, she kept her mouth open, tongue unmoving, to allow the little fairy to climb upwards and out if she could manage...

...Of course, even if she did manage to climb upwards along the kitsune's tongue and teeth, fighting against the slow but steady contractions of the throat that contained her legs, the game was far, far from over....

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The little fairy girl really had no idea that her tormentor enjoyed more than just teasing her; she couldn’t know how delightful she tasted, couldn’t fathom that the sensations of her warm little body wriggling helplessly in Ryla’s mouth excited the fox-girl. While she did guess that the kitsune enjoyed her startled and garbled cries for her to stop, she rather thought they were enjoyed as a part of the game, not as the exciting lamentations of prey entirely at her mercy. Thinking it was a game, she really didn’t know just how much her taste, her squirming and her protests tempted the fox-girl to just gulp her down, to feel the contours of that little elfin body sliding down her throat, to experience what her struggles would be like, what having a fairy in her stomach would feel like.

It may simply be because she was naïve, but Starbell had little idea how close she had come to being an early morning snack, and even less idea that she was far from safe yet. Her assumption that Ryla is done playing with her when she is allowed to climb out, however challenging the task is to her saliva-slick body, is finally proved wrong, and the only clue Starbell has that her ordeal is far from over is the little giggle reverberating around her. Followed immediately by Ryla’s dexterous tongue rising in front of her, the little sprite only has a short moment to prepare for the fact that Ryla might hinder her slow escape. Alas, preparations aren’t really helpful as the disadvantage of climbing out while covered in slimy, lubricating saliva is enough that Ryla’s tongue can easily scoop her up and pull her back in.

With a faint little “N-no, wait, noooo.”, the tingling little voice disappears between Ryla’s lips again, and the kitsune, can feel those little arms and legs flailing for any kind of grip or purchase to stop the tongue from stuffing her back into the tight confines of her mouth.

For Starbell, seeing the outside world from inside Ryla’s mouth had been terrifying enough even when she had been promised the prospect of climbing back out there. Watching it now as she once more sank back inside the mouth with her freedom just out of reach was even worse, and a shiver of primal fear runs through her spine when the lips close in front of her, the view to freedom shrinking as the fox-girl seals her tightly inside her mouth again. Was the fox really going to eat her anyway? But she giggled, so it must be a game, it must be! Or was she simply happy to be playing with her food? But cats were the ones playing with their food, and Ryla was a fox. And foxes didn’t eat fairies, did they? As much as she wanted to believe she wasn’t on the menu though, Starbell is forced to once more contemplate just how easily her little slender body could slide down Ryla’s throat to vanish forever deep inside the fox-girl’s body.

That Ryla’s tongue is more rough with her this time around isn’t missed by the scared fae girl either, though as much as it causes her small form to quiver in nervousness, it also let’s Ryla feel the contours of her little elfin shape better. Even without sight, the kitsune is able to feel an amazing level of details in her little helplessly squirming mouthful, including the tiny pointed ears, the little fingers pushing and grabbing to stabilize herself, and even a little irregular spot between her legs with a subtly different flavor. The texture of the desperate girl’s wings was also fascinating, and every time they were licked, they would twitch reflexively in an attempt to shed the saliva sticking to them.

As much as her treatment this time around is less considerate, it is not much different from the first. It is still a terrifying experience that leaves her frantically struggling to stabilize herself while avoiding the ominous entrance to Ryla’s throat, but for a few short moments, Starbell thinks she just might be able to endure it for long enough that the fox would tire of the game and let her climb out. Yes, soon Ryla would open her mouth again, even if only to tease her more, but this time she wouldn’t waste any time getting out.

It is just as she feels this tiny bit of hope that another sensation sends a chill through her whole body; with crystal clarity, she feels the moment her right knee slips on the slick tongue as she’s trying to turn. Once in motion, she’s forced to put more pressure on her other knee to compensate, and with a sinking feeling in her stomach, she feels her left leg slip as well. In full panic, she tries gripping anything while laying as flat as she can against the tongue to lower her center of gravity and increase the friction, but her slide doesn’t halt before she feels the tight embrace of Ryla’s throat around her slender legs.

For a moment, nothing happens and Starbell simply takes in her predicament. The only positive she can find at all is that the kneading, flexing embrace of Ryla’s throat isn’t gulping her down, though the almost playful contractions of the warm, slick, fleshy tube gripping her legs still tug ever so lightly at her, forcing her to keep gripping the tongue tightly and reminding her just how easily a real swallow could pull her whole body down that tight tunnel leading deep inside the kitsune. That the presence of her legs in Ryla’s throat hasn’t triggered the fox-girl’s swallowing reflex is a small miracle to Starbell, and she’s scared of even moving for fear of triggering it inadvertently.

To Ryla though, those little quivering legs in her throat is not just another pleasant sensation to savor that almost begs to find out what the rest of the little fairy would feel like squirming in her throat, it also feels just a little like Yasha’s slender fingers the first time she had the forest elf’s delicate hand in her mouth.

The shifting of gravity when Ryla tilts her head back causes the little fairy to hold on for her life, though even that is not enough to stop her from sliding just another inch into the now more insistent throat, getting her stuck up to mid-thigh in the warm, fleshy tunnel. The light streaming in and providing her with a view of freedom isn’t much relief to Starbell this time, as not only is it further away and at a most unhelpful angle, she also has to fight the incessant tugging and pulling from Ryla’s throat if she is to ever crawl out from between those lips again. This time, she knows Ryla shows her freedom to tease her, though with the kitsune’s throat quite content to slowly pull her down if she doesn’t resist, for the first time the sprite is forced to wonder if Ryla seriously intends to swallow her if she fails to escape her throat.

Ryla could have swallowed her any time she wanted, but perhaps the reason she didn’t wasn’t because it was just a game? Maybe it was a game, where she ended up in Ryla’s stomach if she lost? Maybe the fox was only going to let her go if she could escape by herself, and was happy to sit in the shade of a tree and digest her otherwise? It was a terrifying thought, but she couldn’t deny that Ryla was quite content to let her slowly slide deeper and deeper into her throat if she didn’t resist it, yet the fox had apparently given her a fighting chance.

Not that it was a very big chance the little fairy realized, as she slowly started the seemingly impossible task of extracting herself from the tight, tugging of Ryla’s throat. While the saliva coating her slender legs at least lubricated her enough that she should be able to slide her legs out, it also covered the rest of her little body making it hard to get a proper grip of anything, and it was all she could do to counteract gravity, much less the frequent little tugs and pulls on her legs.

With Ryla’s mouth open to the sky, Starbell has enough light to look down at the surreal sight of her glistening slick little rump and thighs protruding from the fleshy grip of Ryla’s throat, but the change of balance allows one of the little tugs to slide her another half inch down. The only upside was that a slight amount of resistance was afforded by her shape widening around her hips and ass, but should those slip into the hot, pulsing tube, she doubted she would be able to counteract the extra leverage Ryla would gain to pull them out again.

Slowly, the desperate forest sprite starts trying to pull herself out, bracing and gripping what she can while trying to time her efforts to pull while the grip on her was weakest and just resist when it was stronger. It becomes a regular tug of war, where Starbell’s squirming little form slowly pulls herself out fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch, and frequently the small fairy is set back by the throat pulling her in or her grasp slipping, undoing much of her progress. Even her wings twitch and flick inside Ryla’s mouth in an attempt to help whatever little they can, and every so often, the high-pitched little voice cries out; “Waah... please... stop this… isn’t funny.. Starbell could slip… please… don’t eat… Starbell doesn’t want… slide down throat… and digest…”

Throughout the mortal peril the little fairy finds herself in, it remains unclear if she will actually make it. While she seems to make progress over time despite her setbacks, she’s also gradually tiring out, and the real question is if she will manage to extract herself before becoming too tired to stop the throat from slowly pulling her down. All the while though, her delicious squirming and struggling mixed with her tiny cries fills Ryla’s mouth, and it would be so easy to tip the scales ever so slightly either way. Just tilting her head a little more or less might even make the difference if the fairy manages to crawl out or slowly has to watch and feel more and more of her little elfin body be pulled down the fox-girl’s relentless throat.

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"Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm...!" Ryla half-giggled, half-moaned around her mouthful of fairy, every little squirm or frantic struggle further spreading Starbell's delectable flavor along her tongue. Every tiny sensation was an absolute delight, and again, Ryla couldn't help but find herself enjoying her breakfast despite the fairy's far smaller size. There was some similarities between the little fae and a mouse, the frantic squirms, the little sounds of distress, but the similarities ended there. The girl's voice, her pleading, the fear that was evident in her words and tone, the softness of her skin, the way those tiny hands grabbed so feebly at her tongue and teeth to stop herself from sinking backwards any further...it was all so delightful, so ENJOYABLE. Mmm...no, this didn't compare to a simple mouse or rabbit. This was so much more. So much more delicious, so much more enjoyable, and so much more FUN.

Alas, it seemed like her fun little game was slowly drawing to a close...with Ryla's squeezing, rippling throat muscles being the victor. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy her little treat for a few more moments, did it? Though...judging by the distress in Starbell's voice, Ryla doubted the little fairy would be so naive as to trust her again, or even get close to her, which was a pity...she tasted DELICIOUS. There was also the possibility that she'd end up telling Arisu about their 'early morning playtime'...and given how unfavorably it had thus far gone for Starbell, Ryla had very serious doubts that the 'report' would be anything extolling her virtues.

That left a simple problem. What to do with her treat.

It also allowed a very simple answer.

A little, gradual tilt of her head, and the problem would be gone. A single gulp...

Mmm...now that WAS a tantalizing thought...


Within the hot, tight confines of Ryla's mouth, Starbell is given ample time to fully survey her surroundings and let the terror of her situation slowly sink in. Just above her, at a very slight tilt, lay the kitsune's partially parted lips, tiny slivers of early morning sunlight filtering in from the outside to illuminate Starbell's fleshy prison. Those soft, supple lips that had looked so delicate, so kissable, suddenly looked like an impenetrable blockade from the inside, something that could - at any moment - sink shut and prevent her from escaping. Just before those lips lay the kitsune's ivory teeth, a dangerous handhold but nearly the only one that would allow any measure of traction and grip.

Just above, the cute, bright pink roof of the kitsune's mouth glitters with saliva, every individual ridge of her mouthtop casting a slight shadow over the next, creating a rather ominous view. Tiny spiderwebs of saliva dangled from the roof of that mouth, connecting to both her tongue, and Starbells slender, delicate frame, coating her in thick, slimy kitsune spit that both weighed her down, and made her body all the more slippery and slick, all the more able to simply slide down the tight, eagerly gripping tube just beneath her.

Gazing downwards, however, was the most frightening. With what little bit of light filtered through those soft, inviting lips and those sharp, dangerous teeth and trickled past her body...it was still enough to illuminate the tight, clenching flesh of the throat below Starbell's body. It clenched and squeezed and undulated softly, rhythmically, without even the slightest hint of effort on the fox-girl's part. Every one of those gentle ripples allows the bright pink flesh of that throat to ripple open, squeeze around her legs...and effortlessly tug her down another half inch with a soft, wet-sounding squelch!. The sound of that throat eagerly tugging at her saliva-drenched body fills the little fae girl's ears, mingling with the happy little giggles and eager, delighted moans of the fox-girl that took so much pleasure in her fruitless struggles for life and escape.

The game, though, was drawing to a close. With release for the little fairy not an option (Both because she might tell Arisu, and because...mmm, she was TASTY), Ryla slowly began to tilt her head further back, increasing the slope of her tongue and removing what very little bit of traction the elfin fairy had. Again, a light-hearted, bubbling giggle welled up around Starbell, the fox-girl clearly enjoying the 'game'...at Starbell's own expense, the giggle causing that throat to vibrate around her legs, opening up that deadly tunnel a little bit further beneath her.

"Mm..mmmm...' With agonizing slowness, Ryla began to increase the slope of her tongue, her eyes sinking shut in delight as she feels Starbell's tiny body ever so slowly starting to slip backwards along her tongue, right into the hot, tight embrace of her throat. Oh, she was not exceptionally hungry, but Starbell's flavor was absolutely enthralling, overwhelming...and Mmm, that little pleasant TINGLE that surrounded her was absolutely DELECTABLE. No...this fairy was only going one place. Her tummy.

With a soft schlorp!, Starbell felt her hips slide backwards a little further...and sink right into the flexing pit of that throat, the immensely strong muscles squeezing down tightly against her soft, bare flesh, locking her in place. Worse, every slight movement was enough to make that throat ripple, seemingly igniting the fox-girl's 'swallow' reflex, but not quite enough to make her fully swallow the fairy...only to quicken her journey downwards. The pulsing flesh, so immensly hot and strong and slick with saliva, squeezed tightly around the little fairy's hips, and as the upwards tilt of Ryla's mouth and tongue increased, Starbell felt her tummy begin to slide deeper into the slimey chute, her wings pinned not only by strands of sticky saliva, but now the soft, velvety flesh of the kitsune's throat.

From the outside, the fairy's fate was hardly noticable, just a very slight bulge in the front of Ryla's neck that just barely resembled a pair of hips and legs. No doubt, the fairy wouldn't even make a bulge in her tummy, likely filling it up just perfectly. No - a single gulp, and noone would ever know about her 'perfect crime', the deliciously devious game the little fairy had played, and lost.

Up above, the slowly-shrinking view of the outside world is all that Starbell had left, beyond the hot, wet, pulsating flesh that surrounded her. Even that was growing more and more dim as flesh squeezed upwards along her body. No...a little more struggling, and she could escape! Surely, just a little more, and Ryla would let her go...


Gluk! Glp...Mmm!

Whatever mild hope the fairy had left is suddenly dashed when, with a single, casual swallow...Ryla gulped her down.

The kitsune's tongue curled in a 'wave' like motion, that in itself enough to push what little remained of the fairy's upper torso right into the cramped back of her mouth, and a single, muscular ripple of that powerful throat is all it took - the sound of wet flesh opening around her, squeezing...and suddenly, she was jerked downwards roughly. Just above, the light slowly vanished between encroaching folds of flesh, the throat above her slipping back shut as, inch by inch, she was forced down into the fox-girl's depths, into the long, saliva-coated tube that led to her eagerly awaiting tummy.

"Mmmmm...yum..! Byebye, Silly fairy. Heeee...Ryla wins!"

At a foot tall, Starbell was still a delicious snack, and Ryla couldn't help but shudder in delight as she felt the little bit of squirming weight slowly sinking down her throat. Keeping her head tilted straight back, she gently pressed a finger against her neck, grinning deviously at the touch. A nice little vaguely fairy-shaped bulge, slowly sinking downwards. In the span of a few seconds, that nummy little bulge traveled past her collarbone, and dissappeared behind her breasts, elicting a little sigh of contentment from the pleased fox-girl. Giving her tummy a satisfied pat, she leaned back on her free hand with a sigh, relaxing as the fairy continued her trip down the embracing tunnel of her throat...






A little jointly written bit between myself and  tsutsukakushi ! This is a gift from them! :D With poor, poor starbell meeting her fate inside the tight, hot depths of a very happy foxgirl's stomach...>:3

Some of you my ask why Ryla's speech seems a little broken! Well, this is just when she's learning to speak her first language! You'll notice, over time, her speech has gotten better. Maybe I oughta make a timeline at some point...

...Naaah. x3


Ryla belongs to me!

Starbell belongs to  tsutsukakushi and...now Ryla! XD


Art by  mementomori

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