# Little Mouser

By: TheDragonBoy

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She went stealthily through the grass, if only because the grass was tall and she was short. She actually moved around a fair bit, her hips wiggling with youthful excitement, and her tail twitching and swaying idly, pushing stalks over in her wake. A serious, practiced predator would have been careful and calculated in their movements, but a dragon hatchling? Hunting was just far too exciting for her to contain herself. She flexed her as-of-yet-useless wings, folded against her back of dull-gold scales and continued pushing through the grasses and weeds, following her nose.

*guuurgle*

Ooooh, that’s the smell! she thought excitedly, running her tongue across her scaly lips and shifting direction. She picked up her pace, making altogether too much noise as her paws struck the earth and the vegetation rustled as it rushed out of her way.

Getting closer… closer…

Suddenly, her little head poked out of the grass and into the open. There was a tiny little stream cutting through the meadow, and there, lapping at the water’s bank, was a mouse. It happened so quickly. The little mouse turned his head and gave a frightened squeak, the hatchling locked eyes on the furry rodent. And then the mouse darted away into the green, and the young dragon sprinted after.

She couldn’t quite describe how she knew where to go. She couldn’t really see the little furball, just a brief flash of grey every few moments through the rushing grass, but some combination of hearing, scent, those brief flashes of sight, and just plain natural intuition guided her. She had next to no experience as a hunter, but by virtue of her draconic heritage, she found all she really needed to do was listen to her instincts: chase, extend her claws, pounce, and-

*squeak!*

She saw another flash of grey, and then felt the warm, furry, wriggling sensation of a mouse beneath her forepaws.

“Ha! Gotcha!” she said, panting mildly. She felt his head starting to squeeze its way out into the open, and allowed that much of the mouse to escape, but no more.

“No! Let me go!” he pleaded, struggling and squeaking.

She smiled pridefully, feeling his little wiggles. She’d made another catch! And she had the perfect spot for him, right inside her belly. Her jaws parted slightly in a hungry smile, a touch of drool threatening to escape.

“Wait! No-”

In one quick motion she parted her paws, widened her jaws and snapped.

Tail twitching excitedly, her cheeks were slightly puffed out as she brought her head back up from the ground, with a ropy little tail hanging from her lips.

Feeling them wiggling around in there was always so weird. But a good weird. The rich taste soaked into her tongue as the furry critter frantically moved about, rubbing himself all over her mouth, spreading his taste around and getting himself all nice and wet for his trip.

She smiled around his tail and held him there for a moment. But she was hungry. Almost before she knew it, she found her head tipping slightly upwards. The sensation of the furry treat slipping toward her throat reminded her of all the nice feelings still to come, and she quickly rose her head higher and gave a firm little-

*gulp*

The little tail slipped in past her lips as a little bulge formed at the top of her long neck. Her smile broadened, mouth opening slightly to reveal its vacancy as the little lump slithered down her serpentine throat. The small, traveling pressure, and the faint sensation of that skinny tail trickling behind felt great.

*squeak*

Her head darted in an instant toward the sound. At the very edge of the tiny clearing of flattened grass her pounce had made, stood another mouse, a little paw up over his mouth. His tiny eyes were wide with fear; fear of the sight he’d just witnessed, and even greater fear at the sound he’d just made that had given his presence away.

The young dragoness hardly wasted a moment, she turned and pounced in an instant. The little mouse only had enough time to turn around before-

*thump*

In an unexpected and quite pleasant turn of events, the little hatchling found herself once again with the delightful sensation of warm, wriggling fur against her paws.

“No! Let him go! Let him out!” the tiny rodent squeaked.

She felt her first catch slip from her neck into her belly.

“Ooooo, two mousies!” she exclaimed happily. She felt the little wriggles of the one in her tummy and now began to imagine what two of those would feel like.

He forced his head- at her allowance- out from under the oppressive young paw, only to be met with a glob of falling drool. He looked up at the looming, golden-scaled head, blocking out the sun with its dripping, slightly parted jaws.

“Say hi to the other mousey for me!” she requested happily as she licked the slobber from her muzzle, and then down her jaws came again.

“No-”

Things were much wetter for this second treat of hers. The first had gotten her mouth nice and excited. She could hear the faint squelches from inside her maw as his tiny feet pressed into her tongue, and little sloshes as his wiggles knocked the saliva around between her teeth.

Her tongue darted out by habit to collect a stray bit of drool from her lower lip, inadvertently collecting up the rodent’s little tail as well, pulling it back between her lips. She tossed him around pleasantly for a moment between her jaws before excitedly giving another heavy-

*gulp*

She felt the little bulge slip over her tongue and down into her throat, and seeing as no more little mice showed up to distract her this time, she took the time to savor the moment and all that came with it.

Down, down, down, the wriggling little lump went, all through her long, graceful neck. And then- gone- into her chest where no one could see, and a moment later plopped right on into her hungry belly, where she could feel him land nice and cozy with his friend.

She arched her neck around slightly to look at her middle, as she felt much-increased wiggles and jiggles from inside.

*gurgle* went her happy belly.

*urp* came the tiny, almost cute sound from her jaws, and she felt her stomach squeeze a bit tighter.

With a spring in her step, she trotted happily back the way she’d come, until she reached the little spring, where she bent her head lower to lap up a few mouthfuls of water.

He’ll get some water after all, she thought in passing, her actual memory of the two little mice fading out to the pleasant sensation of little wiggles from within her gut.

Originally Published: 9-Jul-2022