The hum of the plane’s engines buzzed loudly in everyone’s ears. A group of seven women, wearing parachutes and various looks of excitement and dread, were talking amongst themselves while sitting in the back of a skydiving plane.
“Psshhhh,” Bella scoffed, waving her hand dismissively at Ariana’s nervous question. “There’s absolutely NOTHING to worry about, dude. I’ve been on, like, a dozen of these trips before, and none of the parachutes have EVER malfunctioned. They’ve got failsafes on top of failsafes, and… hey. If worse comes to worst, you can just grab onto my legs!”
Ariana was not convinced. She continued her nervous balking for the rest of the flight, while the others got their packs ready and steeled themselves for the fall.
“Oh boy! This is gonna be SO fun!” Satchel cheered.
“Yeah, assuming you don’t land on us!” Fillmore scoffed, edging a few inches further away from Satchel to decrease her odds of accidentally coming into contact with her huge hippo ass during the fall.
“It’s been a while since I’ve let myself ‘hang loose’, so thank you for inviting me,” Theodora said with a tired smile.
“No prob, Thea! I’m totally gonna do a figure-8 around you guys!” Celeste boasted.

-=x=-

Once they reached the drop site, their Collie pilot called out to them from the cockpit, telling them it was time to jump. With the press of a button, he opened the side door and nodded.
Satchel, the playful, happy-go-lucky dork of the bunch, jumped immediately, letting out a “wheeeeeeee!” as her chaotic cannonball disappeared from view. Fillmore jumped next, closing her eyes and throwing herself out before she could rethink the life decisions that had led her up to this point. Quilina, Celeste, and Theodora all jumped in sequence, yelping with delight as they felt the wind blast into them and the floor drop out beneath them. And then, only Bella and Ariana remained. Still pent up with nerves, Ariana sat back down in her seat and clutched her parachute bag nervously, hyperventilating a bit and staring blankly forward. Bella tapped her on the shoulder and did her best to give a comforting smile.
“Come on, dude! I told you, it’s gonna be fine!”
“B-but I’m scared! I’ve never done this before!” Ariana stuttered, clutching her bag tighter and sinking backward into her seat.
“Ari… I swear it’ll be okay. C’mon, take my hand. We can hug the whole way through, I’ve got you.”
Ariana looked at her for a moment, and then finally breathed a sigh of relief, a wobbly smile forming on her face. She clenched her eyes closed and put all her willpower together to fight her fear, extending a hand out to grab Bella’s…
And then a wave of pink covered the plane window.
“W-wait, what is tha–” she tried to ask, but was cut off by a sudden change in gravity.
With an impish giggle, the pilot suddenly jerked his steering controls hard to the right, causing the plane to rotate ninety degrees on its side and spill the two remaining women out of the door like marbles. They didn’t even have time to scream before they were sent plummeting directly toward the mysterious pink surface they had seen moments ago.

-=x=-

Upon regaining their bearings, it quickly became obvious to them what the pink surface was: a giant, impossibly large, impossibly long tongue, wriggling and flailing about in the sky. Looking down, they could see that the tongue was coming from the mouth of Tara, a wily friend of the group, who had apparently found out about their plans to skydive over this field, and had come to crash the party by growing to macro size and slurping them all up right out of the air.
Ariana screamed. Because she hadn’t gotten her pack on in time before the sudden barrel roll, she plummeted toward the giant tongue faster than everyone else. The rest of them had quickly activated their parachutes as soon as they saw Tara (except for Satchel, who didn’t plan to use one anyway), and as such, the hippo and elephant dropped onto Tara’s tongue first, tumbling down its enormous length and landing right in the fox’s throat, not even managing to touch the sides, simply dropping right down the middle of the dark shaft and plopping into her cavernous stomach.
The remaining five women desperately attempted to angle their parachutes in such a way that they would float away from the enormous, looming tongue, but it was no good. Fillmore was captured first, her even-tinier-than-the-rest-of-them body easily wrapped up and pulled down into the hungry abyss. Next was Quilina, who just rolled her eyes and accepted her fate, releasing her parachute lines to get it over with faster, and quickly dropping down the gullet with an unamused groan. After her, Celeste and Theodora were captured in rapid sequence, the two of them sharing unpleasantly tight quarters as they rolled down the central divot of Tara’s tongue like a tangled snowball rolling down a hill. Tara happily gulped the yummy giraffe and finch, before looking up at the last descending snack with a gleeful mirth in her eyes, still not saying a word, letting her actions speak for themselves.
Bella was slightly higher up in the air than the rest of her friends had been, due to Ariana’s delay in jumping, but she wasn’t any better off in the “not faceplanting into her friend’s enormous tongue and being swallowed whole” department. She grimaced, trying to pull at the strings of her blue-and-green parachute to enact some form of control over her direction, and potentially evade capture. But Tara merely smirked, stretching her tongue out even longer and wider, to the point that no matter which direction Bella fell, she would inevitably crash down onto the soft, squishy landing strip and become the final snack. Her tongue outstretched like a waterslide, and her distended belly already containing all of Bella’s friends, Tara let out an ominous “aaaaaaaahhhhhh…~”

A different version of a pic I did last year, only this time it's accompanied by a vivid story  Bellytrix wrote for it. And she also guests as the last of the jumpers, of course!

Story by  Bellytrix
Art by me~