You feel around, trying to find the lioness' stomach hatch. Right as you feel around one spot, it opens up and some swallowed fruit plops on your face. This is the stomach hatch! You remove the drool-covered fruit off your face and squeeze through her stomach hatch. Her esophagus is super sticky and slippery but you're desperate. You make some progress. Stream of saliva come down and land on your face, but you ignore it and keep climbing. As you dig your hands into the lioness' gullet walls, she begins to notice that you're trying to escape her digestive system. She swallows a lot of her own saliva, in an attempt to distract you. A lot of the liquid goes in between your lips as you climb higher and higher. Her saliva tastes like the berries she just consumed, and you enjoyed the taste, so you open your mouth, waiting for more. The lioness swallows more of her drool and it falls straight into your mouth. Her saliva tastes good, but you remember to keep on climbing. The sticky wetness of her esophagus becomes fascinating to you, and you decide that you want to play in her mouth for a bit before you escape. You can see the lioness' uvula above you, just hangin' around. You're finished climbing, and now you sit on the back of her tongue. Little droplets of saliva fall from her uvula and hit your head. You turn around, and a humid blast of breath greets your face. Although it smells nice, it's overwhelming so you turn around again immediately.

"Play in my mouth all you want, but sooner or later you're to end up in my belly again," the lioness says.

Her maw is flooded with light every time she opens her mouth to speak. You move yourself up, to the center of the tongue. You feel her upper palate with your hands, and you rub them across the ridges. The lioness yawns, and as she does, many strands of saliva are visible to you. However, she closes her mouth before you can escape. 'Darn,' you think. You feel around her mouth, rubbing her wet mawflesh with your hands. You rub the surface of her tongue. It's softer and squishier than you thought it would be. 'Apparently the lionesses on this island have different tongues,' you think. The rubbing seems to cause the lioness to start salivating. You move yourself forward to the tip of her tongue, but you fall a pool of warm saliva in her tongue bed. The tongue now rests on your back, and you're now facing the back of her teeth and gums. You're curious to discover what they feel like, so you do so. Her teeth and gums are wet and smooth. You decide to rest on your back, letting the tongue cover your chest. You squeeze and hug the tongue, bathing yourself in her sweet drool. Everything is wet, dark, and warm. You begin to forget that you're stuck in her maw. However, the lioness is tired of waiting for you to trip and fall into her throat. She decides to finally do something about it.

She...