Nala moved the metal snake around in her mouth, trying to find some way to shut it off, but there didn't seem to be one. It never occurred to her to simply take the thing out of her mouth, so she just kept dutifully swallowing the meat, groaning and whimpering with pain.

After a while, and so subtly that she barely noticed the change, the awful pain subsided and was replaced by a burning sensation of emptiness, though Nala knew she was far too full to be enjoying this. Nevertheless, she hadn't gotten to this point by being the sort to ignore her stomach, so she desperately sucked harder and harder on the metal snake until the meat was rushing furiously down her throat. After a while, her vision went starry again, but instead of leaving her feeling unfocused and sleepy like it usually did, the furnace feeling was back, stronger than ever. She had to have more.