A pool of saliva awaits you below. "Whew, you’re a mouthful. My tongue needs some rest now after playing with you so intensely." The tongue falls down into the pool of saliva, dunking you to the bottom under it.

"brlbtbltbbble." You lose half of your breath in protest, trying to climb out of your watery prison.

"Don't you just find baths so relaxing? They fill you up with energy. A perfect environment for my tongue to recover and charge its power levels."

You struggle to wave your hooves around and accidentally let out even more of your saved-up air from your lungs.

The bubbles float up against the tongue.

“Mmm, the foam, the warmth... One could play like this all day long.” The tongue lifts itself, then plunges down on you with its tip. It circles around you ever faster.

The whirlpool forms and you are caught in the middle.

While you are being flung around in the circle, you manage to steal a few gasps of air from the eye of the cyclone. When the whirlpool drags you deeper, you try to swim against the currents. You know it’s all probably just a show of force, but you’re still afraid, regardless.

The pull of the saliva pins you to the bottom again.

“Water is good for your pores. And you know what opens up your skin even more? Fire!” The whole mouth gets engulfed by blue flame, heating up the saliva evermore.

At this point, you’re genuinely scared. You suspect that the dragon might only be playing around, but you simply can’t take the struggle anymore, letting out the breath of air you are holding in your lungs.

The currents still press hard on you toward the bottom, making you observe the fiery show above the surface.

When the boiling bubbles form in the upper layers, the fire ceases, leaving thick white steam in its wake. “A hot bath, just for you, my little pony.”

The whirlpool slows down and you manage to swim back up through the heated saliva. You hesitate before taking the much-needed gasp of air from the surface.

“Have you ever taken a vibration bath before?” The dragon asks but doesn’t wait for an answer. He utters a deep rumbling sound that makes saliva ripple and spray around as if it were shaken.

You are still scared and brace yourself, only to feel a very relaxing wave of motion flow through the liquid. You can’t help but relax and enjoy yourself. “This is nice.”

After a while, the rumbling stops. “Okay, now it’s your turn to do the vibrations, pony.”

“I don’t understand.” You swim in place, confused.

“I sang to you. It’s only appropriate you sing to me in return, no?”

“Oh… Well, I can try…. But I don’t know what to sing.”

“Sing something rumbling. My mother once sang so rumbly, that this whole mountain collapsed on top of her. Help me with my nostalgia, pony. And if your chirps don’t scatter around the saliva enough, I’ll conclude that you’re only good for getting eaten.”

“Well, since there’s no fail state, I have nothing to stress about. I might as well try.” You start to sing, not singing anything in particular just trying to make as much noise as possible. All the while, you splash the saliva around with your legs trying to stir up the liquid as much as you can. In the middle of your song, you stick your face in the liquid and breathe out to make bubbles.

The dragon moves his head in rhythm.

The occasional lyrics are hard to discern even for you but you can hear yourself singing phrases like “I belong with you, and you belong with me.” “I am yours.” “I’m tasty, please believe me” and “I will make you happy.” With the last one, you conclude your performance.

“That’s...” The dragon face-claws. It’s at that moment that a deep rumbling erupts from below. It’s not you this time, it’s the dragon’s tummy, making the noise. “Well, it’s not the rumbling I was expecting, but it is you who caused it. However, I’m gonna need you to stop the rumbling that you have wrought within me.”

“How do I do that?” you ask.

“In all my life, I’ve only found one thing that can stop the vibrations of this sort.” The tongue sinks into saliva and attacks you like a shark from the depths.

You try to protest before you’re once again forcibly dragged under the saliva by the tongue. You wriggle about at first, but when the tongue wraps around you and you both rise above the surface, you let yourself go and give the tongue full control. You feel weak and tired.

"Okay, my tongue has fully recuperated. It's now bursting with energy and ready for round four. Are you ready as well?" The shapeshifting appendage puts you down, assumes its humanoid form and shoves you at the shoulder with its ‘arm’.

"Ooooohhhhhh. . ." You’re too weak to respond properly.

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