Dust was settling around Eric Lentan's eyes when he opened them.  As they focused, taking in the half-lit tunnel around him, he remembered the past few minutes slowly, like water trickling into his head.<br/><br/>When Fagan didn't come back through the door, Lentan had rushed, despite his misgivings, to save the sonuvabitch.  He found Fagan waist-deep in a ravenous raccoon-fur, screaming though his life was ending quickly.  His back was bent at an odd angle - the fur had obviously snapped it to prevent his escape, and now was rapidly gulping him down, shoving his shoulders into his maw to speed the process.  Lentan had tried to chuck a throwing star at the 'coon, but was interrupted by a troop of wolverines charging at him, carrying explosives.  He'd only just been able to dash inside and slam the bunker door, hearing the *thud* of the wolverines' impact as he did so.<br/><br/>This was a committed assault, not just a raid.  The furs were going all-out to end human presence in this area.  Lentan and the Commander had organized a hasty escape, but were rudely interrupted by the rending of the bunker's outer wall.  As furs poured in, it was all Lentan could do to stab and slice his way to the science section, where he recovered the raygun and as many valuable files as he could.  He hastily crammed everything into a backpack and threw it on his back before heading for the escape tunnel.  Whatever he and the other scientists had left behind would be of no value to the enemy.  At least, that's what he kept telling himself.<br/><br/>Lentan was the last one in the tunnel before the furs were too close for comfort.  Seconds later, there had been a deafening noise and Lentan had found himself slamming very painfully into a series of rocks... or maybe vice-versa.  It was all too fast to remember correctly.<br/><br/>And now there he was: face-down, bloody, and half-buried in rocks.  Some genius had detonated the explosives at the tunnel's entrance.  Granted, they were safe from being followed now, but it would've been nice if they'd warned him first.<br/><br/>Slowly, and very painfully, Lentan got up, shuffling rocks off of his legs as he did.    The light was very dim as only a few ceiling lamps had survived the blast, but with his keen feline eyes Lentan could see perfectly.  There wasn't a single part of his person that didn't smart like hell.  He found his dagger a few feet away, blown out of his hand when the bomb went off, no doubt.  His throwing stars were still tied to his belt, and the backpack was still on his back.<br/><br/>But it was empty.<br/><br/>Panicked, Lentan searched the immediate area for the raygun and the files.  He didn't like what he found.  Not 150 feet away from him was that motherfucking foxboy, the one who'd fucked everything up not an hour before, carrying the alien raygun and Lentan's files.  The good news for Lentan was that he was facing away from him, slowly feeling his way along one of the three main caverns that branched off from here.  Lentan was surprised he hadn't heard him get up, what with all his grunting and groaning and rock-moving.<br/><br/>He didn't question his luck, though.  With the advantage of both stealth and surprise, Lentan rose as quickly as his head-rush would allow and darted down the tunnel after the foxboy, using his special forces training to stay as silent as possible and drawing one of his immobilizing throwing stars.  When he was just within range, he threw, scoring a direct hit on the foxboy's carotid artery.  Almost instantly, the troublesome halfbreed fell to the floor with a yelp and didn't move again.<br/><br/>Lentan quickly scrabbled over to him and gathered up his files and the raygun, stuffing them into the backpack.  He put the backpack on and rolled the foxboy onto his back with a foot.  On seeing him, the foxboy's eyes widened and he made a pathetic whimpering sound.  It was all he could do in his present condition.  A quick glance at the foxboy's ears explained why he hadn't heard Lentan: small trickles of blood were oozing from them, a consequence of the explosion.  Lentan had been lucky on that count.<br/><br/>"You.  Mother.  Fucker."  Lentan spat.  He drew his electronic dart from his sleeve and stabbed the foxboy in the leg.  The prick's eyes got wider and his whimpering intensified a little, but Lentan knew that the dart was doing its work.  After a time, the foxboy's eyes glazed, rolled back, and closed.  His noises stopped.  Unconsciousness had set in.  Lentan pulled out his dart and put it back up his sleeve.<br/><br/>Somehow, the punishment he'd just dealt didn't seem enough, though.  This enemy agent deserved worse.  He'd caused a whole bunch of problems inside the bunker and at the airstrip, and had probably been secretly sagotaging things well before that.  And since he was there before Lentan and not dead or up on the surface with his pals, he'd probably been dragged down here by his guards and then escaped from them, or was sent down to get the scientific artifacts by his masters.<br/><br/>Lentan didn't know how long he had been knocked out by explosion, but it was obviously long enough for hunger to set in again after his body was finished with the two rabbits he'd had earlier.  Looking now at his fallen enemy and noting that the tunnel was abandoned, Lentan got an idea.  He debated it for a moment in his mind, realizing he was separated from the rest of the remining bunker staff and had to get back to them as soon as possible.  But in a moment of mixed fury, hunger, and adreanaline, he decided to go ahead.<br/><br/>He slipped off the backpack and set it against a wall of the tunnel, then unbuttoned the front of his tunic and the top of his pants.  He'd never done this before, and as such was slowly working through what he thought would be a difficult process in his mind.  Sure, he'd had rabbits, chickens, squirrels and rats before, and had even once devoured a whole anaconda, but he'd never even *thought* of trying this.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, Lentan took off the foxboy's boots, not wanting to ingest all their mud and rubber.  After a brief pause during which he collected his wits, Lentan opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and stuffed the foxboy's feet into his gullet.<br/><br/>He felt the foxboy's feet distend his throat, but the taste was foul.  Not wanting to linger, Lentan took a hard swallow and pulled the foxboy's legs toward him, feeling the feet slide into his thorax.  The foxboy's pants soaked up his saliva and eased the passage of his victim into his throat.  With a series of strong gulps and pulls, he soon felt a bulge forming in his stomach as the foxboy's feet slid into it.  When he reached his prey's waist, Lentan tried not to imagine what he was actually swallowing right then.  He quickened his pace to get past that part, but just then he saw the foxboy's eyes open and dart downward to stare at him.  For a moment his helpless prey didn't seem to want to understand what was happening to him.  Then his eyes flew wide and he began whimpering in earnest.  Lentan could see his fingers moving slightly as well - the muscle relaxant was beginning to wear off.<br/><br/>Thinking quickly, Lentan pulled out another throwing star from his belt pouch (he had to try hard to get at it with his belly bulging as it was) and stabbed the foxboy in the arm with it.  Within moments the fingers stopped twitching and the moans weakened considerably.  He threw away the star, grabbed his prey's hands, and jammed them into his cheeks.  Lentan swallowed again, feeling the foxboy slide into him slightly, but there was resistance.  He couldn't stuff anymore inside him in his current position - his stomach was pressing against the floor of the tunnel.<br/><br/>Mustering all his strength, Lentan used his legs to push the foxboy towards a wall.  Then he placed his hands under the foxboy's back and held him up as he struggled to stand upright.  With a few well-timed heaves, Lentan was back on his feet and the foxboy began sliding into him under the force of gravity.  He put one hand atop the foxboy's head, gently easing him inside as he let his other hand rest on his ever-enlarging stomach.<br/><br/>A minute later and the foxboy's chin was resting on Lentan's nose.  He strained his mouth to open wider and pushed the foxboy all the way in.  With a final, sickly whimper, the enemy was vanquished and disappeared entirely into Lentan's person.  A strong gulp sent the head into his stomach.<br/><br/>All at once, Lentan felt his neck and face return to normal along with his chest.  But he also suddenly realized the thing he had just done.  Hanging before him, his massive belly swayed slightly as he staggered on uneasy feet, trying to get accustomed to the weight of another whole person on his spine and legs.  He felt more full than he ever had in his entire life.  This sure as hell topped the anaconda.<br/><br/>Grinning with the satisfaction of a filling meal and a victory over his foe, Lentan backed up to a wall and slid slowly to the floor, deciding to give himself some time before he rejoined his comrades.  He reached over to the backpack and placed it behind his head, using it as a pillow as he drifted into a well-deserved sleep.  He woke once to belch loudly and feel his stomach churn the mass inside before falling asleep again for a few long hours.