Mr. McCloud, easily the most and only competent soldier in the galaxy, now has this blue vixen in his gullet up to her belly. Though the zipper on the front of the outfit she's wearing has been a bit uncomfortable going down, he's glad he let her keep her clothes and her dignity. It was the least he could do for her after so abruptly shoving her in his throat. Besides, she was being downright cooperative, what with only a minimal struggle so far. "I'll be sure to tell her thanks for that when I have use of my vocal apparati again," he thinks. He gives another gulp and the small of her back catches on the top of his throat. "That's okay," he muses, "I'll enjoy this nice rump of hers for a little while while I try to get that curve unstuck." He grabs her hips and starts fiddling with her lower abdomen, trying to get her in a slightly better position.
Krystal, whose last name has never been revealed, though it was assumed that it would soon be "McCloud," continues her trip down. She can feel that she's up to her butt in his mouth and thinks about how ridiculous this scene must look: her tail flopping around a bit while she moves her fingers up and down against the small of her back; her hindquarters are pressed tightly between his cheeks; her lower body is jutting out of this guy's mouth; and her torso is deforming Fox's because of the enormous pressure it must be exerting outward on his ribcage and esophagus. She laughs and smiles, then remembers her situation and is stricken with fear and tenses up. "I guess that's the problem with us females: our thoughts wander at all times, even when we should be focusing on other things. But actually...maybe it's better if I don't think about this...BAH! Now that I've thought that, I'm probably doomed to keep thinking about it," she thinks, then smiles because she was thinking about thinking rather than about her situation. She laughs again. Then she feels her legs raised up vertically and she continues with her trip downward. She kicks a little, thinking that it will amuse Fox. After all, she still kinda' liked him, even if it was just a friendship thing. Her women's intuition is right; the kick did amuse him and she hears him chuckle. "Better him than anyone else," she thinks and her head hits the end of the line.