A steel blade swings through the brush as Angel walks through the rainforest. The humidity was infamous there, and she knew that, and therefore dressed accordingly in a outfit of a tight white sleeveless tank top and a small pair of khaki cargo shorts that went halfway down her thighs. Still, she sweated profusely on her light gray fur and panted as she walked. Angel was short, even for a mouse-girl, but was much more busty than any normal one.

Angel continued to trot across the dense foliage, following her map. She was an animal trafficker and her client wanted a rare, exotic constrictor that has been sighted in these jungles. She’d usually refuse to hunt such a dangerous animal, but the handsome sum of money changed her tune in a heartbeat. Angel took great care listening for the sounds of movement in the dead leaves or hisses in the bushes. As she took a sip out of her canteen, she wondered if the snake ever killed any people. She shuddered and kept walking.

She continued to walk for about an hour underneath the blistering sun. She began to grow weak from what she guessed was dehydration. Angel sits down under a nearby shady tree and gasps. The view was beautiful, showing the long winding Amazon, far off mountains, and trees as far as the eye could see. She smiled, relaxing in the sights of nature, even if she was an intruder in it. Angel unscrewed the top of her canteen and took a sip of water, and pouring a small bit over her hot head. The water dripped down and stuck itself to her shirt, emphasizing her fantastic breasts.

Angel stretched out her bare arms and yawned loudly. She had tired herself too much looking for this boa, and she scolded herself for it. The last thing she wanted to do was to stay in this crazy jungle, no matter how beautiful it was. But, for now, she thought she could safely take a nap under the shade of this tree, leaning on its thick trunk. She sighs and shuts her eyes, ready to resume the hunt after a well earned rest. 

An hour later...

The thick ferns behind the trees shake. Two emerald eyes shine out with the setting sun, and silently glare at the mousegirl locked in their sights. A boa constrictor, never seen or even named by researchers, glides out of the forest with a surprising speed for its side. Diamond patterns of black and leaf brown mark up and down it, as well as white dots scattered around it’s thick, scaly hide. 

The constrictor sends out its mass towards the tree, watching with it’s silent, killer eyes. It slowly wraps around Angel’s legs, pushing down her thick thighs. It slides up her belly tenderly, taking great care not to wake up its prey. It then slides up the tree and laces itself across the top of her bust, sliding smoothly against the fur there. Finally, the finishing touch. It’s thick neck is like a suspension bridge cable as it quickly lashes itself across Angel’s slender, soft throat. Once it is secure, the snake tightens with near bone crushing force. 

Angel’s eyes sprung open, bulging out of their sockets. She couldn’t breathe or move. She slowly looked down and was in awe. Thick coils of brown scaled flesh as thick as her legs were wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides as well. She had no way of reaching her machete leaning against the tree or her knife on her belt. She struggled hard beneath it, until she hears a sickening crack from inside her. 

The snake had begun to tighten the rest of its body. it’s thick coils was firmly looped around her neck, her head poking out, turning to a pale blush as it strangled her. Angel was terrified beyond belief, and could feel sweat build up on her soft fur. She attempted to move her arms one last time, but the thick coil around her neck tightened like a vice. She realized that in its mindless way, the animal was punishing her for resistance. Angel winces as felt her rib cage slowly bend under her, and she gasps in pain, draining her of more precious oxygen in her near collapsed lungs. 

Her eyes widened even further and she felt her mouth spring open, and she began to gasp frantically. Her legs kicked across the grass and she only made it harder to get a foothold in the dirt. 

The snake responded, and tightened its entire body. Her entrapped body is locked into place and it’s impossible to wiggle around any more. The thick coils tighten and bend her windpipe, nearly shattering it but definitely squeezing the life out of her. Angel attempted to yell, but it came out as a horrible gag that made her throat raw. Her body stood upright against the solid tree and her hands could only weakly scramble uselessly across the floor. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and landed on her lip’s left corner. Drops of clear salvia dripped off it and began to patter onto her chest. 

Angel’s breasts shook and swayed as her body began to feel the effects of oxygen deprivation first hand. Her eyes have become bloodshot and leak tears of pain. She can no longer think clearly, her mind in a haze of panic and fear. Angel’s hands clench and loosen around some invisible object and her head leans to the side. She shudders and jumps around a few more times under the anaconda’s hefty coils, uselessly at this point. 

Angel’s eyes turned glassy and a single sigh escaped her almost completely shut throat. Her pants darkened as her bladder released in death, and a yellow puddle spread the grass like dew. Her arms and legs went limp and they spread out, still lightly quivering in their death spasm. She died wrapped up in the creature she was sent to capture, horribly and slowly. The snake later crushed the rest of her body and devoured it, leaving no trace Angel had ever came to the jungle. She was later forgotten by the employer, and has never been recovered. The snake species has still not been found.