Taylor hated being a naga.

No, really. Not because he was ashamed of his culture or anything, but because of how damned hungry it made him.

Do you realize how hard it would be to coexist with humans if your biology actually told you they were FOOD?

So hard! So, so hard.

Plus, the fact that in general, humans don't like snakes, and he has a big ass snake tail where his legs should be didn't help.

It's not like Taylor wanted to hurt anybody, of course- which was why it frustrated him so much.

At present, he was lying down in his room, his snake tail coiling and uncoiling in stress and hunger-

With you.

You, his human S/O, who had just moved in with him 3 weeks ago.

He loved you so so so much, really! He couldn't help it that just being around you made him so, so, so hungry...

Which was made worse by the fact that you definitely knew.

Slightly miserable but mostly indifferent, he wiggled around a bit, the tip of his tail flicking. His long auburn hair was cascading down his cocoa-colored shoulders, his plush stomach pressed against the couch cushions.

Shyly, he looked over at you...oh how badly he wanted to swallow you whole...no no no, he can't think like that! Realistically, he knows his species has a first and second stomach, the first being for storage and having no actual digestion going on, and it isn't that bad of a thought to have.

But it's the principle of the thing, and he should not want to swallow you!

So instead he coiled up again and whined, staring at you with puppy eyes.

"...baby, I don't feel good."