Welcome to the jungko (Part 3)

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Just as it seemed that things couldn’t get any worse for the speck-sized explorers stranded inside the vice-guildmaster’s mouth, they became separated after Sceptile started getting a full taste of the product of his passion. The two motes of dust were no match for the country-sized tongue. Swimming in lakes of saliva became even harder once Sceptile’s jaws closed down, drowning the entire chamber in darknes, and the tongue started moving around in chaotic patterns, making sure to get all the taste and leave no trace of spunk in the mouth. Of course, amidst all that chaos, Griff got lost after Kerberos was swept away by a particularly strong current of saliva. By mere chance, Griff was able to perch himself on top of a tastebud, thus escaping the sticky sea of drool that threatened to sweep him towards the back of the tongue, just as it had happened to Kerberos. Griff was finally able to catch his breath, or as much as the muggy atmosphere inside Sceptile’s maw allowed it. What’s more, he managed to get to solid ground just in time to witness the mouth opening once again, letting the golden rays of the setting sun light the wet and sticky cavern. From his position on top of a tastebud, Griff was treated to a full view of Sceptile’s room, partially eclipsed by huge tendrils of saliva, and blurry due to the extreme size difference between the gazimon and his host. However, this peaceful moment would not last, as an ominous thundering grumble coming from the throat spelled trouble for the tiny explorer. Not even a couple of seconds later, a powerful and deafening storm was unleashed upon the poor gazimon, threatening to send him flying away into the unknown. After what felt like hours, the chaos subsided once again, leaving a dazed and lost Griff behind, now in an even muggier environment. At least he could entertain himself guessing what the vice-guildmaster had for lunch today.

Of course, this storm was just a simple satisfied burp let out by a very satisfied Sceptile. He was peacefully enjoying the last hours of his free day, unaware of all the trouble he had caused for the two explorers. Indeed, Sceptile felt like had enjoyed his day to the fullest. The only minor inconvenience thus far was a slight itch in the back of his throat, which he assumed was just a case of sore throat caused by his prior moaning. He didn’t pay too much attention to that, deciding to just enjoy what had been a perfect day so far…
… So perfect in fact that it had to be interrupted by the sudden knock on his door. Apparently, one of the guild messengers had rather urgent news for the vice-guildmaster. At first he was tempted to simply ignore them, but for some reason, the knocking persisted and even started to become frantic.

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