“To be honest, I do find you quite irresistible.” An opening forms in the dragon’s tail wrapping, exposing your belly. “However, because of your side-questing, you have not slain the tail serpent in time. Now you must face it and the tickling tongue snake in the same boss battle. Prepare thyself, pony knight!”

“Oh, noooooo.” You pretend to be scared as the tongue reaches out and tickles your tummy. You burst out laughing uncontrollably.

“This is merely the beginning of your hero’s journey.” The tongue splits and two slick appendages assault your defenseless tummy.

You struggle and squirm, laughing throughout. Finally, you manage to catch the tongue with all four legs and force it to stay in place. This moment of peace doesn’t last long as the slick tongue drifts out of your embrace.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” The tail lifts you above the dragon’s mouth, giving the tongue snake access to all the areas of the exposed body. One half of the tongue works on one side while the other one tickles on the other.

The tongue slicks up your body, making you laugh relentlessly. Your coat gets ever moister, making your senses overload even more, forcing you to seek relief. “I I I give I surr-rendddd-er j-j-j-just sto-o-o-o-ppppp!!”

“Oh? You don’t want to play with my snake any longer? Well, maybe it doesn’t want to play with you anymore either.” The tongue retracts to the chasm of the mouth below while the tail slowly unwraps from your body.

You struggle to breathe as you’re bathed in the smell of charcoal and brimstone. Only the tip of the dragon’s tail remains under your tummy. The last support slowly curves down, leaning you further toward the abyss of the mouth below.

“I’d hold on if I were you,” the dragon warns. “There’s a big plunge down from the height you’re on.”

“Uh oh.” You try to hold on to the tail as you begin to slip. Alas, hooves aren’t made for clutching.

The tail swishes away, and you find yourself alone in the air.

The dragon teases you, “Climbing isn’t your forte, it seems.”

Your fall out of grace is interrupted by the tongue, which bounces you up and then offers support under your hind legs. “Let’s see how well you do with balancing.” The tongue stiffens vertically, offering just enough surface for your two hind hooves on the split tips.

You stand up in an unnatural pose on just two legs, holding your forelegs out on both sides to stay balanced. It might be the tongue helping you with your fixed position or maybe you’re just so good at it to keep yourself upright.

“The trick for staying still is holding your breath. Fortunately, I can motivate you in that regard.”

Green smoke surrounds you.

“I wouldn’t breathe that if I were you.”

“Is it poisonous?” you ask without daring to take in a breath first.

“You’re welcome. Really, no need to thank me for my advice and motivational provision.”

The little air you hold in your lungs quickly diminishes. You’re running out of time. The panic affects your balance and you begin to sway. Standing in such an unnatural upright pose on just two legs would be theoretically impossible, were it not for your tail to correct your position.

“Oh, oh! What is this now?” The split tongue spreads, separating the hind hooves from each other. “Your hoofing is spreading out.”

After lots of swaying about with your forehooves, you regain your fragile stability, but the activity only increases your lust for air. At the same time, you have to fight corrosive smells forcing themselves into your nostrils.

“You know, the air down here is way clearer than up there where you are. I can breathe just fine below the poison cloud.”

You try to keep up the balancing act for as long as you can, but eventually, you surrender and fall toward the opening below.

The tongue curves, forming a slide, drifting you gently toward the big mouth. “I saved some fresh air in my mouth. Get your fill. I know I’m getting my fill soon enough.”

You take a breath of fresh air. As you slide down, you start to enjoy the trip. “Weee!”

Just before you slip into the mouth, the jaws close before you. The slick tongue drifts away between the teeth while massive lips close shut behind you. You’re pressed on the front teeth.

“What will you do now, hero?”

You’re a bit confused about your predicament. All you can do is struggle.

“Oh, oh! Here comes your arch nemesis again.” The moist tongue licks you, the prisoner behind teeth bars.

You feel squished in your current position. The tongue tickles and soothes you as it splatters saliva on patches of fur. “Oh, thank you, Bad.” You give a few moans of delight.

The gland under the dragon’s tongue erupts, squirting a stream of saliva straight into you, soaking you completely.

The mucus feels like a nice warm bath, albeit a very sticky one. But you can’t complain because you’re simply too laid back. You just let the dragon have his way with you.

“Now that you had a sponge bath, you’re free to enter the pool.” The teeth retract, making you fall between them into the pool of enzymes under the tongue.

“Whoa!” You’re shoved to the bottom of the lake of saliva and have to struggle back to the surface. Gasping for more air you settle yourself while waiting for the tongue to do its thing.

The dragon presses you with the forked tongue against his pellet and rubs you all around.

There's not much you can do other than squirm.

"Mmm, it's like licking candy." Squirts of saliva drench you from all directions.

"I-I'm glad you like it," you try to say but your voice is muffled by all the mucus around you and your intonation is shaken due to being randomly pushed around. You’re not sure if the dragon understood or even heard you.

"What was that? You want to fight it, princess? As you wish, my liege. Let the royal battle commence!" The jaws close around you. Before you, a massive tongue stands upwards.

"That's not what I… oh, never mind." You do your best to play along and fight the tongue. But of course, you don't stand a chance.

The endings of the split tongue drift to the sides forming arm-like limbs. They jab you a few times, pushing you to the very edge of the mouth.

"Round 1 isn't looking so great for you, it seems, and you haven’t even seen the tongue snake’s final form!"

You attempt to tackle the anthropomorphic tongue.

The appendage proves too slippery to be wrestled. It slips through your grasp and slides under you. Both endings lean at your body, pushing you toward the base of the tongue.

You go along with the tongue for a moment before leaping back to playfully fighting.

"Oh, you still have some feist in you, I see. Let's up the stakes! You better grab a tooth to hold onto." The dragon’s head jerks up.

You hug a tooth and try to hold on.

“Speaking of stakes…” The dragon’s snout moves upward, and you're left hanging by the tooth. There's a fiery pit below you. “You better hang for your life, pony-stake-princess."

You’re able to latch on pretty firmly for the moment. Though also covered in mucus, teeth aren’t as slippery as the tongue snake was.

And your old enemy pays you a visit again. The tongue wraps around your legs and shakes you about.

"Aaahh! No fair!" You lose grip with a hind leg, but you squeeze the tooth even tighter with your remaining appendages.

The tongue brushes all over you, and your free leg can do little to deflect it. All your kicks just get absorbed.

"Round 2 doesn't look that great for you, it seems."

You try to power-kick the tongue in defiance. As a response, it wraps around the leg.

The pull increases ever more. "You don’t look so hot yet." The fire pit below you flames up even more than before. “Yet.”

The pull of the tongue is too strong and you lose your grip on the tooth. You try to grab onto the tongue to save yourself.

"I guess round 3 is about to be a rodeo." The muscles in the tongue stiffen. "You better hold on for your literal life."

You hug the slippery tongue and squeeze as tight as you can.

"This ain't no bull you're riding, though. It's a snake!" The tongue wiggles left and right.

"Ahhhhh Oooooo Aaaaaa!!" Your voice cracks as you’re shaken about. “What was that about not having enough saliva again?” You begin to slip down to the bottom of the lake of saliva under the tongue.

Author's Note

Gdoc