A Slight Cough

At first, you feel fine after the attack, but then you find yourself caught by a sudden coughing fit. You feel a massive burning sensation shooting up your throat, and every cough seems to hurt a little more. Soon, the pain combines with your inability to breathe through the coughing and hacking, and you fall to your hands and knees. It takes only a second for you to cough harder than you'd thought possible... and this time, something comes out.

As you cough, a wisp of green smoke seems to escape your body. You're compelled to back away from it and try to crawl as quickly as you can in the opposite direction but soon bump into something. Turning, you **** up some green gas right onto the tree you just collided with before falling back and barely managing to catch your breath. You can only hope that won't be happening often, as it certainly isn't pleasant.

Suddenly, you become aware of an odd noise coming from the tree you coughed on, almost a sort of hissing. Turning to it, you see the part that the gas touched slowly shifting in colour. As it turns to a thick green, it begins to gain a certain shimmer to it, a sort of reflection of the light around it. Fascinated, you look closer and watch in awe as the green is slowly split through the middle with a deep slit as the shininess and colouration of that one spot on the tree becomes more pronounced. You're almost entranced as it even begins to move, the slit opening ever so slightly despite the rest of the tree's apparent mobility. You stop being so impressed, however, when a long red tongue shoots out that slit and wraps around your right wrist.

Faster than you can even see, the tongue pulls your wrist right to the slit, causing you to immediately fall to your ass with the sheer speed of it. You pull and struggle, trying to get your hand away, but every time you do it only seems to pull harder, more tightly. Slowly, the tongue manoeuvres its way up your hand to your fingers, and as it grasps them it begins to pull them into the slit. Once again, you resist, and once again, it refuses to give. You watch as the mock frog mouth slowly consumes your fingers knuckle by knuckle, feeling the juices within it sloshing around your fingertips, and then around your palm. As it reaches your wrist, you can even feel the tongue flicking at your hand playfully, licking at it even as those juices flow around it. Soon, it's passed your wrist, reaching halfway up your forearm... and it stops. Not because of any sort of twisted mercy or any such thing, but rather because your arm is too large for the mouth beyond that point.