((Okay, I think it's been long enough for this to warrant a bump? Maybe? I'm content to toss all organization to the wind, and make this something of a stereo typical, eat the previous poster free for all.))<br/><br/>Spying the thickened coils slithering from the evacuated building, the smaller, essentially hungrier rodent, felt a pang of convincing hunger ache in his belly; then pushed himself up, to follow. He trailed her right into a secluded alleyway, a shortcut towards some other destination no doubt; and in the relative safety away from any prying eyes that might have caught him on the street, he seized the opportunity, padding his pinkish pads against the darkened ground, shoving the unsuspecting tailtip through his lips as soon as he could seize it, pulling it through with a firm application of suction. He shut his eyes as he felt the attention swerve towards him, rising up on his knees as his finger seized a portion of the tail lower down, holding it there while his lips began to suck the naga inside, his throat gently expanding as he gulped over every new inch of leverage.<br/><br/>He let his lips and gullet do the work, eventually easing up with his fingers, to let the scales slip through them, collecting more and more of her in his throat and belly, disregarding every notion of protest, little movement, other than  a slight bit of give in his head, turning wherever she tried to run. As his feast widened over his salivating lips, he began to rest a paw on his dark furred belly, feeling it expand with the coils laid down inside of it, as he leaned backwards,  slipping his footpaws out infront of himself, dragging the naga's protests over the ground.  Swallowing, and swallowing, and swallowing.<br/><br/>He felt his eyelids peek open abit, as he found himself on his back, his belly domed up betwixt his legs, his jaws widening to swallow the bulge of a coon she herself had dined on not to long ago, taking it into his bulging cheeks, before sending it the same route as the rest of her. He gently snapped his jaws over her breasts, shoulders, and head, sucking down the last of her arms, before licking his lips, curling his toes and basking in the satisfaction of his meal, delivering a moderate belch he'd developed by consuming her so quickly. It was cold, and the ground was hard, but the dark furred mouse found he was plenty warm and comfortable, continuing to lick his lips over for every fraction of flavor.