Fox continued standing still, completely unable to move and completely horror-stricken at the fate of his friends. He saw Miss Weltzin lick her fingers and belch, then begin to approach him with that delicate walk women tend to adapt. She quickly chanted the now-familiar "Reduce" spell, waving her arms in the intricate motion of the spellcaster. He began to perspire madly as he stared straight ahead at her shins a second after she finished. "This is it," he thought, "I'm going to be eaten while paralyzed and we're going to lose to that gigantic army..."
Just then, Peppy's face came up from Fox's comlink. It announced, "Well, Fox, looks like we won't need Miss Weltzin's help anymore. That army on the monitor turned out to be a bunch of dust particles. Isn't that funny? You can come back to the Great Fox now. Peppy, over and out." The face disappeared, and with it, Fox's last hope of salvation.
Fox felt himself grasped in a large hand and lifted into the air. He passed the denim jeans, the cloth in the belt holders, the belly where his friends now reside, the somewhat-visible ribcage, the chest he was attracted to for a small amount of time, the scarf, and finally reached the large face of his defeater. That she had a reputation for kindness and benevolence seemed an insane notion at this moment, when she was opening her jaws, revealing that deathtrap that had claimed everyone and would now claim him.
Samantha glomped about half of Fox's body, leaving his abdomen down outside her lips. She licked his face and realized this was the tastiest member by far. She grasped him between her sharp teeth, pushed his butt into her mouth, then slurped up his legs and tail. She smiled, drool finding its way out of her lips and onto her chin. Samantha spent the better part of a minute tossing Fox around in her mouth, scratching his back with her teeth, and otherwise getting his flavor out of him and onto her taste buds to the maximum effect. About halfway through, the "Hold Person" spell wore off and Fox began to struggle, making it even nicer for her. She opened her jaws one more time and stuck out her tongue with Fox sitting on it.
He took one last look at the outside world, tried to get up and run, heedless of the fall that was sure to come, but tripped on the saliva and fell flat on his face. He looked up and held out his hand, screaming, "NOOOOO!" as the tongue re-entered the mouth and the teeth in front of him clamped together, sealing off all light. He felt himself flopped backward and began a feet-first descent into Samantha's stomach.