I don't usually mean to eat this many furries, but sometimes I just can't help it, y'know? All those little foxes and wolves and other anthros running around just strikes a chord in my insectivore brain. It doesn't help that those skyscrapers look so much like termite mounds either. I just get caught up in my instincts and my tongue seems to have a mind of it's own. I can't help how good it feels to have a nice full belly like that, to fully indulge myself. But then, before I know it, the town is empty and my belly is full. Wups, guess I got greedy again.

Now there are just two of you little guys left, and you taste so wonderful I can't help myself. I can feel you trying to escape, but one quick lick and swallow and down you go to join the rest of your friends. It'll take me a while to digest all of you guys. In the mean time I get to enjoy all of those arms and legs and muzzles pressing against my stomach walls, squirming and churning around for hours, maybe even days. I just get to sit back and relax, thinking about how this once vibrant town was just gurgling away inside me. All that history and all that personality just melting away to fuel a hungry macro aardwolf. I still feel guilty for being greedy, but at least you'll all be safe in my predscape.

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A wonderful gift from  arokh3 drawn by the ever talented  tierafoxglove