Tails tried to dodge, but it was too late. the yoshi had already wrapped her tongue around the fox boy and was quickly pulling him into her wide open maw. Tails threw out his hands trying to stop himself from going in, but his hands and forearms flew strait down the yoshi's throat. She closed her mouth then, trapping his head and shoulders in her mouth. Tails was panicked, he was actually being swallowed whole! 
	With Tails firmly stuck in her jaws and throat, she used the opportunity to loosen the grip of her tongue around his chest and torso. Pulling her long slimy tongue back to her lips, she then eased it down his soft furry chest, getting a good taste of him. 
	Normally when a yoshi eats, it's a quick event, but this yoshi never ate anything this cute before. Her usual diet consists mostly of shyguys and fruits, so she wanted to make this last. She sent her tongue snaking down Tail's plump belly, over his white furry sheath and balls, up between his legs, between his tails, ans stopping at his lower back. 
	Tails at this point was shaking with fear, with his face pressed up against the back of her maw, he could see strait down to his wrists, which were being engulfed and gently tugged on by the yoshi's muscles in her neck. He felt himself move deeper in! He was being slowly pulled in by the tongue hooked around his body. He started to thrash violently, trying whatever he could to get free, but the yoshi is much bigger and stronger and has a tight hold on him. His arms and shoulders are squeezed against his head as he's forced into the small passage. Tails tries to push himself out of her throat, but in the tight space he just barely bend his elbows, and his paws keep slipping off the slick and slippery tube. As he's being pushed into her mouth, he is being coated in her saliva, matting his puffy orange and white fur down to his skin. 
	She pulls his chest completely into her mouth and keeps swallowing. When Tails' belly is in her mouth, she pauses to enjoy the flavor and sensation of the warm, round belly filling her mouth. Even though Tails is still kicking his legs and wiggling as much as he can, the yoshi takes her time, gently squishing the fox's belly in her jaws. 
	Tails can barely move anything but his legs, wrapped tight deep inside the yoshi. He feels the hot, pulsing muscles sending him deeper, and the yoshis hot breath over his crotch, butt, and bases of his tails as they are pulled into her mouth. the yoshi couldnt believe how good he tastes, (especially the parts in her mouth now!) She thought to herself, "This feels so good, and he's so cute! I can't just eat him for food. I'll finish swallowing him, and just lay him in an egg, and let him hatch later on. But his squirming feels so good, he doesn't have to know any of this yet." 
	Just then, Tails felt his paws push through into the cavern of the yoshi's stomach. He again was sent into a thrashing panic. This time, though, most of his body was already in the yoshi, and was covered in her slippery juices. The movements of his struggles sent him sliding in even faster. In just a few seconds, his legs all the way to the feet were gulped down by the surprised yoshi. When Tails felt his palms pressed flat against the back wall of the stomach, he locked his arms to keep himself from sliding completely in. He hoped if he could hold on for long enough, someone would find the yoshi and help him. 
	When the yoshi felt the pressure in her gut between her legs from Tails' weight all on his paws, she guessed what he was doing in there. The new pressure pushing between her legs sent her into a state of arousal even better than before, but she knew she couldn't stay like this, with the little fox boy's footpaws still in her mouth. She started moving back and forth, and bouncing up and down to try and shake him loose. Inside, Tails was being swung around in the yoshi's gut. Finally, his paws slipped from the slimy walls of her stomach. He rolled forward quickly, sending his lower half into her stomach pouch with a loud wet slurp. He was curled up into a tight slimy furball in her fleshy confines, with only enough room to wiggle slightly. The yoshi, full and content, sat down to rub and play with the huge round bulge in her belly. Both the yoshi and Tails were completely exhausted from the whole experiance, and soon fall into sleep. 
	In the morning, she laid him in an egg as she promised herself, and dutifully waited an hour or so for the little fox to hatch. 
	As Tails awoke, he was vaguely aware of the change in his surroundings, from hot, slimy and squishy, to only warm, moist, and firm. With some effort, he was able to slowly break through the shell, and uncovering himself, but to his horror, the first thing he sees upon opening his little coccoon, his the same yoshi that put him there. 

