Ryleck heard her howl of pleasure and had he been a wolf he would joined her. He felt himself moving forward, the gentle plane of Reese's mouth having become a slope leading to oblivion.<br/><br/>He'd watched other littles get eaten whole and had wondered what it was like to constitute one of those lumps beneath the flesh and fur of a macro, sliding down, knowing that you were now destined as a meal.<br/><br/>And now it was his turn, as the throat pulsed and squeezed him downward. The sides of the gullet pushed him forward and it felt like the gentle and nurturing caress of a mother or a lover.<br/><br/>Wishing to thank her, the mouse stroked the walls of her throat back just as he had in her sex as he was borne tenderly to his final destination within Reese.