Dragoncrest Cliffs if you're going to rise, you might as well shine

Suddenly, her entire field of vision was taken up by something large, pink and wet (a la "The Blob"), which pressed against her forehead. It felt pretty good, though Bat wasn't prepared for the pressure of it and flopped beneath its force. Her limbs jerked in token protest: I've fallen and I can't get up! A moment passed where nothing happened and she just sprawled there, rather boneless, before she was just as abruptly lifted and plopped back down before she could even manage a slow blink.

Now the tongue—which was attached to the big, dark shape in some capacity—ran over her body again. Bat cooed encouragingly, oblivious to Wildfire's intensified sobbing following Tux's titty twister and the goings-on of her two other siblings. Her world narrowed down to the soothing intumescence rhythmically passing over her little body.