Mercedes bares the entirety of her thirty two pearly whites as she dangles you above her gaping maw. Her tongue bats playfully at odds with the salty tears streaming down her face. Her hot, stale breath brushes past you.
"Mercedes, what are you doing?" you ask.
"Isn't it obvious, Captain Jerk?" she replies indignantly. "No one tells me no. NO ONE. And since you decided to try it, I'll just have to remove you."
"Wait, don-Kyaaa!" you scream as she lets loose her grip. You tumble down into the wet, sticky cavern that is her mouth. Her waiting tongue bashes you pack and forth, tasting every inch of your reduced form. You are fully coated in a damp cocoon of spit before long. Your attempts to fight back are futile as the strength of the pink behemoth forces you around like a thin mint.
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