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The sea of people crowding the streets parted as Abbadon slithered through them. He stayed low to the ground, but the cerulean serpent was large enough that everyone saw him coming. They all backed away, pressing into each other to avoid stepping on him, or bumping into him. Some did it out of courtesy, most retreated from him out of fear. Abbadon tried not to be too annoyed by it- a long lifetime had thickened his metaphorical skin, but it still hurt to be seen as a threat wherever he went.

In this instance, however, he was almost thankful for their reaction to him. He had places to be, and this parade would likely have slowed him down had his presence not intimidated the celebrating people to give him swift passage through their ranks. The ground was hot, the sun was shining on his scales, and what he had worried might be a slog of pushing through the sea of people was turning into a rather pleasant journey. The fact that the parade was full of scantily clad furs of all shapes and sizes, most wearing bright patterns on whatever scraps of cloth they deemed necessary, made for plenty of interesting views. Pride wasn't really his scene, but he could certainly understand the attraction today. He'd seen more than enough delectable flesh to make his cock start poking out of his slit, forcing him to pull it back in consciously. His mouth was less under his control, and he made sure to keep it closed so his drooling wouldn't offend anyone. But it didn't hurt to enjoy the bodies on display, that is what they were here for after all. So enjoy he did, and his mind wandered to what he might do with those bodies, to those bodies, if the situation was more private, and the display was for his benefit alone.

He was knocked out of his reverie when he bumped into someone from behind- someone who was just as startled by the sudden contact as he was. Such things happened of course, and Abbadon muttered his apologies, expecting the mouse he had bumped into turn around and scamper off like the others he had accidentally jostled today. Indeed, the mouse turned around and saw who the unexpected contact had come from, and his eyes went wide. Freezing for a moment was also common, and Abbadon mentally braced for the reaction.

"Oh my god you're gorgeous!" The mouse squealed with delight. Abbadon blinked slowly. That was not the reaction he expected, but it was certainly a welcome change.

"You flatter me." He said, cordially. "Apologies for running into you."

"And formal too. Did I find a genie somewhere?" The mouse grinned, and Abbadon looked him over. He was wearing tight short shorts that showed off a not unimpressive bulge, tightly enough that the snake was sure the mouse hadn't added anything to increase it's size. Tight enough that the snake saw the only technically concealed member twitch as the mouse looked at him. Twitch and start to swell. "Maybe you can make it up to me, buy me lunch?"

"Unfortunately I have an urgent business lunch to attend." Abbadon said. The mouse looked crestfallen. "I should be free later." The snake quickly added, "If perhaps dinner would be an acceptable substitute."

"Sure!" the mouse squeaked with excitement. He actually squeaked. It was adorable, Abbadon thought. He smiled, an expression that scared most of those watching, but which only seemed to delight the mouse more. "Where can I find you?"

Abbadon looked up at a nearby clock tower. He really did need to hurry- there would be time to sort out where to go later. He gave the mouse his address and a time, then apologized again and went on his way, feeling much better about the day.

The ring of his doorbell reminded Abbadon of the dinner date. Annoyed with himself, he hurried to the door, careful to hide most of his bulk out of view before pressing the button to open the door, keeping it mostly closed with his bulk. The cute white mouse was standing on his porch, evidently relaxed, and dressed only slightly more sensibly. "You know." The mouse said "A more suspicious person might think you were trying to lure me somewhere private, inviting me here." His tone was playful, and Abbadon smirked despite himself.

"Maybe I misunderstood your intent, if that comes as a surprise."

"Depends on what you plan on doing with me, I suppose." The mouse said, his eyes gleaming.

"I truly do apologize, but tonight may not be the best time for this." Abbadon said, looking away from the mouse's gaze. "My meeting didn't go quite as I expected you see, and I fear that it might be an uncomfortable situation."

The mouse looked at him, puzzled. Then he quickly stuck his head through the door. Hidden behind it was an unmistakably thicker section of snake. One that, as he watched, shifted and twitched with movement that clearly did not come from the serpent. Abbadon grimaced as the mouse was quiet for a few moments. "Well." the mouse said. "I guess that means I don't need to worry about being dinner tonight. May I come in, It's a bit chilly out here?" An obvious lie in the hot June night.

"I... of course!" Abbadon quickly moved out of the way, letting the door open fully. The mouse walked in, and another press of the button gently closed the door behind him.

"Thanks." The mouse said, looking around. The house had clearly been big from the outside, but the indoors made it feel a bit barren. There were no doors inside the house, open archways allowing access to different areas instead. There was a kitchen beyond the first door, clinically clean and clearly unused. The end of the hall showed a long couch against the far wall of the living room, the only other furniture in the room was a large television and massive, floor to ceiling bookcases covering every wall. "Big reader huh? Must be hard for you to turn the pages though." The mouse asked looking around.

Abbadon paused for a moment. "Yes, but despite the trouble they cause me I find them more than worth the effort."

"Fair enough. So were you planning on cooking for me, or..."

"I think a restaurant was the original plan." Abbadon said. "Though in my current state I try to avoid going outside."

"Order in then?" The mouse asked.

"That sounds perfect. Pick anywhere you like. I'm paying, but I think I'll abstain from eating, myself."

"Alright." The mouse said, pulling out his phone. There were a few moments of silence as he typed into his phone. "I'm Max by the way."

"Abbadon, pleased to meet you." The serpent replied.

There was a silence that stretched into awkward territory before the mouse spoke again. "So... I guess you didn't like what your meeting was about?" He asked, nodding at the still squirming bulge.

"What? No, no! I hadn't expected him to actually provide lunch. Most don't for... people like me, and I didn't really need to eat yet, but it would be rude not to, and she was so excited to feed me."

"She?" The mouse asked. "Am I barking up the wrong tree then?" His voice was teasing again, a slight grin lifting the corner of his lips.

"My associate is rather... old fashioned." Abbadon said carefully. "I see no reason to discuss my personal preferences with him and risk a rather profitable business relationship." The mouse nodded.

"So who was she?" He asked. Abbadon looked confused for a moment, then sheepishly replied.

"Truthfully I don't really know." He said. "She was a quite adequate meal. Beyond that, she didn't say. I can't even remember her name." She twitched again inside him, possibly in response to his words. He wasn't sure if she was pleased or upset by them.

"How awful." The mouse said quietly before blushing. "I didn't mean... I just feel like... It would really suck to be eaten by someone who didn't even know me."

"I try to keep my associates and my meals separate." Abbadon said, slightly offended. "If I only ate people I knew, I'd run out of acquaintances far to quickly. Or starve, as most of my friends don't want to end up digested."

"You only eat the willing?" Max asked. The serpent grew visibly annoyed.

"What do you take me for, some monster that stalks people in the night?" He turned towards the mouse. "If you think so poorly of me one wonders why you would even come here."

"Sorry, I'm sorry." The mouse said. "I just... I didn't realize there were enough people willing to get eaten." The snake deflated slightly.

"There aren't. Not for everyone. There are services to connect those who are willing to predators who seem a good match for their desires, but they tend to be expensive, from the predators side at least."

"Hard to blame someone then, for taking a meal when they're hungry."

"Perhaps." The snake said, a little sadly. "Though it does give all predators an undeserved reputation for violence. Or for eating our friends."

Max nodded. "I didn't mean to offend." He said. "I just... I've always felt like a freak, kind of."

Abbadon sighed. "So you only came here to try and be a meal?" He asked. "Sorry to disappoint."

"No! No, that's not... I told you, I don't want to be eaten by some random guy I don't even know. That seems like such a waste, sharing a once in a lifetime experience with someone who doesn't even care about me. I didn't come here hoping you'd eat me tonight."

"Tonight?" the snake asked. The mouse blushed, bright pink showing through his ears.

"I mean. Eventually, maybe. I'm a mouse. I'm probably going to get eaten someday. I just want to make sure its with the right person, you know?"

Abbadon thought. "I suppose I can see your point." he said. "But I think most people who care for you wouldn't want to eat you. Another reason I try to keep my appetites out of my personal life; I would miss my friends if I simply ate them."

"I don't want to get eaten by a friend." The mouse said with surprising firmness. His ears were almost glowing red with how embarrassed he was, but he pressed on. "I want to fall in love." He said. "And then give myself to the one I love, the one who loves me. No reservations, no fear. Just... becoming one with them. Forever."

The snake nodded. He didn't understand the mouse, not really. But then, he'd never understood the desire to be consumed by another. This way at least, it would ensure that it meant something to both predator and prey, that the meal wouldn't simply be a meal. It still seemed insane to him, but he could grasp it slightly more than the desire to be nothing but meat to another.

"Unfortunately I might not be able to provide what you're looking for." Abbadon said. "I can't imagine myself devouring someone I love."

Max shook his head. "I didn't really mean to go into all that." He said. "Kind of heavy for a first date." He laughed a little. "Look, can we forget I said all that? You really are gorgeous, and I know I'm freaking adorable. I'm not saying I don't still want that, or that I won't enjoy imagining it, but that doesn't mean we can't still have a fun night."

"What did you have in mind?" Abbadon asked.

"Um, I mean..." the blush returned and the mouse glanced to the still twitching bulge in Abbadon. "I've been resisting the urge to go rub that since I saw it. If that's ok?"

The snake smirked. "I'll never say no to belly rubs from a cute mouse."

It wasn't much later that the delivery guy arrived. Abbadon opened the door to greet him, hiding his bulk behind the door as before. A hanging basket by the door held a credit card, and Abbadon gripped it gently in his mouth and passed it to the clearly terrified delivery fox, who scanned it and held the bag out at arms length as Abbadon put the card back, thanked him, and took the bag into his mouth. The door closed and the giant serpent took it back to the living room, careful not to move his back half too much.

He smiled around the bag when he returned, enjoying the sight of the cute mouse, now nude with his plump furry ass on glorious display as he hunched over near the very end of the snakes long body, his head bobbing over the snakes cock. Abbadon put the bag on the floor, near a corner of the room. "Dinner is here, once you're finished with dessert of course." The mouse moaned in response, happily drooling around the cock in his mouth. Abbadon made his way around the room, letting out a contented sigh now and then as he slowly coiled around the eager mouse, forming a large circle around the display. "You're quite good at that." Abbadon said as he snaked his head towards the mouse. "Let me know if I'm being too forward." With that he opened his jaws and wrapped them around the mouse's firm, round ass cheeks. Max made a slight squeal of protest until he felt the snake's tongue press against his anus and start massaging the sensitive hole. His squeal turned into a moan and he returned to his task, swallowing the snakes cock as his ass was pierced by the thin forked tongue.

Abbadon's tongue was flexible and firm, quickly seeking out the mouse's prostate and attacking it ruthlessly. Max began leaking pre, the slick fluid falling between Abbadon's scales and pressing against his bare skin. The serpent closed his eyes and moaned, enjoying the sensations. The way the mouse squeezed around his tongue, the warm wet lips sliding along his cock, the taste of Max's ass. He pressed his tongue further in, then found that he couldn't. A simple enough solution, he opened his jaws wider and pushed forward, just a little bit. And again. He wanted to give his new friend an enjoyable experience after all. And he did taste wonderful. He hoped the mouse didn't mind being drooled on a bit.

"Um, big guy?" The words broke him out of his trance. Max had stopped sucking him off, he noticed, before quickly realizing why. The mouse was almost entirely in his jaws. His feet were pressed firmly behind his head. They were the only parts still in the open air. "Um, I'm really hoping you weren't lying before..."

Quickly, Abbadon reversed course, pushing the mouse out of his jaws. Once his hands were out, the mouse helped, pushing against the floor. He straightened out as he was freed, collapsing onto the snakes coils and lying draped across them, breathing hard.

Abbadon yawned to re-align his jaw, and started speaking as soon as he was able. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me."

The mouse held up a hand to silence him as he caught his breath. "Actually, that was pretty intense. Never been in an actual predators jaws before, you know?"

Abbadon recognized the slightly glazed look in the mouses eyes at the same moment he noticed a familiar taste in his mouth.

"Glad I came when I did." The mouse said, still panting. "Don't think I'd have spoken up in time. Although the next time you start to swallow me, maybe don't try and break my spine while you're at it." Max slowly stood and stretched, groaning as his back cracked.

"Next time?" Abbadon said. He had half expected the mouse to run, or to at least be angry with him.

"Yeah, next time. Or are you saying you don't owe me one for trying to eat me without permission." The mouse grinned.

"So, you do want me to eat you?" The snake asked. "Then why stop me."

"I don't want you to eat me!" The mouse exclaimed, exasperated. "No offense, you seem cool, but I don't fall in love that fast. But I do want to play in that mouth again. Assuming you think you can control yourself."

Abbadon looked over his new friend. The mouse didn't have an ounce of fear in him. He stared the snake that had almost devoured him right in the eye, a cocky grin plastered on his face. The snake couldn't help but return it.

"I'd say the score is even right now." He said slowly. He suppressed a grin as the mouse frowned slightly. "After all." He interrupted as soon as Max tried to speak. "You got what seems to be a quite lovely orgasm out of the experience. Meanwhile, I'm left here with two appetites aroused, but unsatisfied." He shifted his coils, making Max slip onto the floor, until his still hard cock was poised right above the mouse's head. A drop of pre slipped from his tip and landed on Max's cheek.

The mouse looked up at the cock, then back to Abbadon's face. "And if I satisfy one before I leave?"

"Then the score would return to your favor, and I would have no choice but to satisfy your own desires. To make things even."

The mouse's eyes sparkled as he crawled to his knees, and Abbadon closed his eyes again, the taste of mouse still on his tongue.