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As always, we're four or five stories ahead of here in the Vern Discord server. Come and see.", "writing": " Alexia took another swig of her drink, feeling the cold ale settle in her belly as she let out a \ncontented sigh. Beside her, her friends Morgan and Tiffany did the same. Morgan, a fellow polecat \nlike Alexia but for her longer hair of silver and piercing green eyes, had been the one to suggest the \nnight out here. The nightclub, Tales and Tails, was a hotspot of felid patrons. Although the two \npolecats weren't the only non felids here, they were definitely the smallest. A group of civets were \ngetting rowdier and louder each time a new dancer took the stage and a genet couple were taking \nevery chance they thought nobody was looking to feel each other up under their table. It was fun, \nbut a tad more overwhelming than Alexia had anticipated. \n She felt safe enough, mostly due to the presence of Tiffany. The felid woman was enough \npresence to earn just the right level of respect from other patrons to consider the two polecats \npatrons and not prey. Added the that the extra seclusion of the private booth on the second floor \nMorgan had paid for, and it was turning into a fairly pleasant night. The music thumped, heavy on \nthe bass regardless of who was dancing below, with only the rhythm and tempo seeming to change. \n 'To Tiffany.' Morgan raised her glass. 'And all the nights she's spent feeding Alexia's no good \nthieving brother!' \n 'Oh, he's not-' Tiffany began. \n 'Hear hear!' Alexia joined the toast. 'And hoping you'll kick his ass one day soon.' \n 'But...' Tiffany sighed and raised her own glass, blushing through the pale grey fur of her face. \n'Thanks.' The three drank, breaking into soft laughter afterwards. 'I'm sure he's not doing it to be \nmean, he just...' \n 'He knows you'll let him get away with it.' Alexia finished. 'Seriously, just bite him or take a swing \nat him next time he shows up and tries to steal your dinner. He's an ass but he's not gonna openly \nfight you if he knows you'll actually fight back.' \n 'Ooh, I know.' Morgan interjected. 'Snare that tree rat girlfriend of his!' \n 'No no, bad idea.' Alexia laughed, trying to keep the mood light. 'Ezra would fight a tiger for that \nsquirrel. Besides, I like Jenn. She's cool.' \n Tiffany took another, longer drink from her ale and followed it up with a soft belch and a deep \nbreath. 'Oh, sorry. I guess I'm just more nervous than I thought. I don't usually come to places like \nthis. The atmosphere, the music... it's a lot.' \n 'Don't lose your cool.' Morgan stood on the chair, bringing herself closer to the same height as \nTiffany and leaned into a one-armed hug around her felid friend. 'You're the only reason those \nleopards and things downstairs aren't making food out of Alexia and me. I booked us a room. Just say \nwhen you've had enough and we can call it a night.' \n 'S-sure.' Tiffany nodded, blushing again. 'Another round?' \n\n The next hour progressed with high spirits and carefully measured fun. While the polecats \nencouraged Tiffany to let loose, they were more methodical in their own drinks, neither wanting to \nrisk being too shitfaced to sense or escape danger. All three sets of ears perked up as the music \nsuddenly changed to something less bass, more... jazzy. \n 'Oh, it's her!' Morgan exclaimed, leaning across Tiffany's chest to see through the glass beside \ntheir booth to the stage on the floor beneath. 'Misty! Misty and Haze!' \n 'Who?' Tiffany asked, reflexively wrapping and arm around Morgan and pulling her into a hug as \nthough she was a plush toy. \n 'You gotta see this dance.' Morgan tapped her hands on Tiffany's thigh excitedly. She fidgeted like \na giddy child as the stage was enveloped in fog. The three watched as a shape became visible on the \nstage from a trapdoor the fog had obscured. A large yet lithe feline form, blending almost perfectly in \nwith the grey fog due to her pale grey spotted fur. \n As the dance played out, the trio got engrossed in the large felid's surprising act, just as \nmesmerised by the acrobatic grace of her mouse partner. The finale was truly a sight, as Haze \nwillingly let herself slide into Misty's gullet before the felid made a very noticeable and deliberate \nswallow. \n 'Whoa...' Tiffany exclaimed with wide eyes. 'That's a hell of a brave mouse.' \n 'Yea...' Morgan twisted herself around in Tiffany's grip, coming to be almost cradled in the cat's \narms and looking up into the felid's still mesmerised face. 'I dunno which of those two I envy more.' \n 'Hmm?' Tiffany shook her head slightly and looked down at Morgan. She hadn't been paying \nattention to the polecat's words. \n 'You two are getting weird on me again.' Alexia remarked, stifling a hiccup. 'I'm gonna go find a \nbathroom, and then head to our room. It was... 3F, right?' \n 'Right.' Morgan nodded, still fixated on Tiffany. 'We'll see you there.' \n\n Alexia stepped out of the bathroom cautiously, keeping a weary eye out for felids in the hallway \noutside the bathrooms. The music had reverted to its more typical bass heavy tune from closer to \nthe stage downstairs, and the polecat was thankful to be heading in the opposite direction as she \nturned and began walking slowly to where their booked room was. \n She was a tad on edge despite her drunken state, so a small scuff on the floorboards just around \nthe corridor bend made her freeze. She lowered herself into a crouch, almost on all fours as she \ncrept forward and peeked carefully around the corner. \n There was a rat there, a young woman by the looks of it. She was dressed too well to be a \nscavenger, and propped herself against the wall with one hand as she took each slow step, heading \nback in the direction of Alexia herself. \n Immediately the polecat's instincts flared. She hadn't come here with the intent to hunt, but when \nan opportunity like this arose, there was no telling the mind what to think. Once the initial rush had \npassed, she paused in place, keeping as alert as she could in her inebriated state and decided to \nwatch the rat for a few seconds longer, trying to figure out if this was a safe bet, maybe a trap, or \nsimply a misunderstanding. She didn't want to rush into things if there was a good reason for why \nthis delicious looking rodent was out here alone. \n Two slow steps, a stumble and a scrape of dulled claws against the wall. This rat, whoever she \nwas, didn't seem to have any protection, nor any real destination, stumbling in a different direction \nevery few paces. Eventually, she seemed to look up, look around and sniff the air. 'H-help...' She \ncalled, the effort seeming to be a lot as she dropped to her knees straight after. \n Alexia felt her alcohol addled dry mouth begin to salivate. Nothing like a full belly to alleviate the \nill effects of too much alcohol, and this convenient rodent could be just the thing at just the right \ntime. She herself looked far too drunk to even know where she was. What in the world would she \neven be doing in a place like this? \n The polecat slunk forward on all fours, creeping closer silently while the rodent was facing the \nother way. With a carefully timed scoop she snared the rat mid stumble, quickly bringing her catch \nface to face as she slumped herself against the hallway wall. 'Hi little rat. You lost?' \n 'She..' The rat fumbled her words, mouthing something but her voice didn't co-operate. 'Sh... \ngonna eat me... drug...' \n 'Hmm?' Alexia licked her lips, too distracted to have paid attention to the rat's answer. Looking at \nher closer up, it seemed apparent that she was younger than she'd looked from half a hall away. \nBarely into adulthood, if even that. Alexia didn't mind. Rats and mice had the best flavour, and it was \nan unfortunate fact of their lives that the younger they were, usually the sweeter too. \n 'Help...' The rat repeated. 'Legs don't... I can't see.' \n 'Oh, you really wrecked yourself, didn't you?' Alexia laughed, working a claw under the girl's shirt \nand slicing easily through the fabric. After removing that and noticing with interest that the rat was \nnot wearing a bra, she repeated the process with the small and surprisingly loose pants. 'How old are \nyou, shrimp? Are you even old enough to be drinking?' \n 'Noo...' The rat was pleading at this point, tears forming at her eyes. 'Please... help...' \n The tears on the rodent's face were joined by a drop of saliva, and Alexia realised just how much \nher anticipation had built. Forming an idea, she pulled her phone from her pocket, unlocked with her \nfingerprint and opened the camera. Holding the rat up, cheek to cheek, she snapped a selfie with her \nhelpless prey. Then another with her tongue lapped under the rodent's chin. For the next she placed \nthe girl on her back onto her tongue, opened her mouth wide and took a perfect shot of where the \ngirl was headed. For her final pic, she rolled the girl over expertly with her tongue. She then pursed \nher lips around the rat's waist so only her rump was left, with her legs and tail dangling from her lips. \n Alexia's head was beginning to spin. The last of her drinks seeming to finally kick in. Time to finish \nthis up and find the room so she could collapse safely onto a bed, or a couch. Hell, even the floor \nwould work so long as the door was closed behind her. Her tongue wrapped around the rat's naked \nbody, savouring the surprisingly extra sweet taste the girl seemed to have. She lifted her head and \nslurped, feeling the rest of the rat's delicious form slip between her lips and into the prime position. \n The rat took up most of the space in the polecat's mouth, and there wasn't much room to shift \nand toss the girl around. Alexia persisted, slavering her eager saliva into the rodent's fur easily. The \nrat offered next to no resistance, seeming even more lethargic now than she had been when the \npolecat found her. \n She took her first swallow, hearing a muffled sob of protest before swallowing again. Two gulps \nwas all it took to send the rat down, the satisfying feel of the sightly squirming mouthful slipping \ndown her gullet followed by a heavy sigh of satisfaction. \n She made to lift herself back to her feet, only for her arm to give out as she tried to push herself \nupright. She landed heavily with a grunt. 'O-ow...' She lifted her arm and tried again to push herself \nupright, but now her legs wouldn't co-operate, twitching sporadically as she tried to stand. \n 'Oh no...' A horrifying realisation began to dawn on her. The rat hadn't been drunk. She'd been on \nsomething. Something paralytic. Alexia felt herself beginning to sweat, and realised that must have \nbeen it. The rat's extra sweet taste had been because she'd also been sweating. Whatever she was \non was causing her body to try and expel it via sweat. And now, with Alexia's mouth selfies and \nhaving swallowed the girl whole, she had probably also gotten herself enough of a second-hand dose \nto be feeling whatever effects this... this drug, was having. The girl wasn't some drunk lost and \nconfused, she had been under the effects of a drug, begging for help. \n Alexia felt her heart rate struggling to increase as her vision faded. She knew she should be \npanicking. She wanted to panic. But her drug addled system seemed unable to even register what it \nshould be doing in this moment, and left her mind in a semi aware haze. \n Her phone, now back in her pocket, started ringing. Her hand fumbled, halfway between trying to \nlift herself off the floor and now instinctively reaching for her pocket, causing her to drop back again. \nThe jolt seemed to hit harder than it was, causing her to see stars. She lost track of time as the phone \nrang out, then started ringing again a few seconds later. Again, it rang out, followed by five or six text \nmessages coming through in quick succession. \n As she tried to force her eyes to focus, she realised she wasn't alone in the corridor anymore. \nBarely a few inches from her face, a mouse stood. A familiar mouse, one that Alexia was barely \ncognizant enough to realise she had seen very recently. It was... Haze? The mouse that had joined the \ndance with the snow leopard... Misty. Haze had been swallowed at the end of that performance. \nWhat was she doing here? And in... pyjamas? With a phone in hand...? \n 'Oh shit...' Haze remarked, stepping even closer and placing a hand on Alexia's nose. 'Oh yea, I can \nfeel the sweat on you. You found the rat, didn't you? Misty's not gonna be happy.' \n 'H-help...' Alexia panted, causing Haze to wrinkle her nose and smirk. \n 'Haha, yea.' The mouse laughed. 'I can smell the sirrux on your breath, weasel. You ate Misty's rat. \nThat's a fix she's gonna be grumpy about missing out on.' The mouse took a few paces back, holding \nup her tiny phone just long enough to send a message before turning her amused expression back \ntowards Alexia. \n 'Pole...' Alexia mumbled. 'Polecat... Bitch.' It was clear that this mouse had no intention of helping, \nand Alexia felt the frustration of that compounded by being mislabelled as a mere weasel. \n 'Overgrown weasel just shy of being a skunk.' Haze retorted with that same smirk. 'The stink of \nMisty's stomach is more potent than anything one of you could manage. Assuming of course you still \ncan manage it in your condition. And I handle being inside Misty just fine. Love it, to be honest.' \n Alexia's eyes widened as a large, feline form entered her vision from the side. She hadn't heard \nMisty approach, hadn't felt her footsteps through the floor. Goddamn, were even the big felids really \nthat stealthy? Haze's words sank in at that moment, as Alexia realised that her paralytic body likely \nwouldn't co-operate if she tried to release her stinking musk, the only real defense her kind had \nagainst larger predators. And even if she could, then what? It's not like she could run. If Misty \nwanted, she'd be able to make easy prey of Alexia just as Alexia had of the rat girl. \n 'Well.' Misty sighed in frustration, leaning close and sniffing Alexia's face and breath. 'Yea, it's in \nher alright. Do you think a third hand fix would work?' \n 'If you can smell it that strongly, I don't see why not.' Haze shrugged. 'What you got to lose at this \npoint anyway? At best, a fix. At worst, dinner.' \n 'Good point.' Misty grinned, lifting Alexia by the scruff of her neck. The polecat's head spun with \nthe sudden movement and her vision again filled with stars. She felt like she wanted to throw up with \nsickness and the terror of her situation, but her body just refused to do... anything. She felt like she \nwas going to black out. Maybe she did. The motion, the complete loss of equilibrium, it was all too \nhard to tell. \n When at last things seemed to settle, she realised she was in a bedroom. On a bed. With Misty \nlying beside her on her side, one hand resting her head while the other was undoing the buttons of \nAlexia's top. \n 'Wakey wakey.' The felid grinned, a soft purr following as she leaned in close. 'I just want you to \nknow how badly you fucked up. See, sirrux is a drug that is extremely potent. So much so, that a \ndirect dose is... well, paralytic. As you probably saw.' \n 'Sirr... sirrux?' Alexia managed to mumble. \n 'Yea, it's kind of new.' Misty nodded, taking a moment to press her nose to the polecat's neck and \nsniff a few times, followed by a slow lick. Under better circumstances, it would have been a far more \npleasant experience, but Alexia was immobile and trapped between terror and paralysis. 'The best \nway to take it is to have a rodent drink a few thimbles full. Their body tries to expel it fast through \nheavy sweating, but it leaves them paralysed in the process. The second hand high from swallowing \nthat rodent alive is... amazing. Or rather, it would be for someone my size. You? Well. It seems to still \nbe a bit too much huh? You can barely talk, and your leg twitching? It's cute, but isn't gonna help you \nis it?' \n Alexia felt a tear leak from her eye. She didn't even know her leg had been twitching. 'Please... \nHelp me throw up... Have it back.' \n 'Hey!' Haze called from somewhere else on the bed, interrupting whatever Misty was about to say \nand drawing the felid's attention to somewhere near Alexia's feet. 'She's a nurse! I found her ID card. \nOh, and check this out, her phone unlocks by fingerprint!' \n 'Isn't that convenient?' Misty asked with a savage grin. Alexia lulled her head to the side just \nenough to see Haze lift the phone above her head. Misty sat up, taking the device in one hand and \nlifting Alexia's numb hand with the other. After a bit of fumbling, Alexia felt her heartrate increase \nonly slightly as the screen lit up, confirming that it was unlocked. \n 'Finger unlock is so unsecure.' Haze laughed, stepping up close and revealing that the pyjamas \nshe'd been wearing in the hallway were gone. Now completely naked, the mouse pressed her \nrelatively ample breasts to the polecat's cheek, peering into the large blue eye before opening her \nmouth and licking the fur beside it. Saliva added to the dampness made by sweat and tears, and \nAlexia watched the naked mouse shudder in raptured delight, her wide mouth letting out a primal \nsqueak of ecstasy. \n 'Guuh, Gaaah!' Alexia tried to throw the arrogant mouse off, to move her head, snap her up, to do \nsomething other than nothing! But it was hopeless. Misty had not been lying, whatever dose that rat \nhad taken of this... sirrux, had been enough to floor her. It was possible she'd recover if she was given \nthe time, but maybe the rat was never destined to be that lucky. And she doubted her luck would be \nany better at this point. \n Haze pressed her hands against Alexia's cheek again and took another slow lick, seeming to falter \nslightly before letting herself fall backwards onto the mattress as a giggling mess. Clearly she had \ngotten a dose of the sirrux herself out of Alexia's dampened fur, and at her size it wasn't surprising \nthat it didn't take much. \n 'Mice are such lightweights.' Misty grinned, glancing briefly at the polecat before her eyes \nreturned to the screen of the stolen phone. 'Oh dear... Alexia? I'm afraid that Ezra and Jenn, whoever \nthey are, are in the hospital. Ezra's got some deep slash wounds from a cat, and Jenn might have two \nor three broken ribs. Maybe we should send a reply? Your dad is worried sick about you.' \n 'Please, no!' Alexia managed to protest, unable to resist as Misty gently scooped Haze out of the \nway before lying down beside her. 'Just let... him read... records, tomorrow!' \n 'That's a boring way to find out.' Misty retorted, lifting Alexia's own phone above them with the \nselfie camera active. Alexia could see the shot framed perfectly, her immobile head and shoulders on \nthe mattress, bereft of the cover of her undone top. Beside her was Misty's large head, taking up \nmost of the rest of the frame. The snow leopard opened her mouth and gently closed it around the \npolecat's face, forming a perfect shot of Alexia's head in Misty's mouth. With her upward facing eye \nglinting towards the camera, she snapped the pic, then removed her mouth from Alexia with a slow \nexhale of day-old breath that made the poor polecat want to gag. \n 'Stop... No!' Alexia begged, managing only a limp movement of her arm that landed her hand \nloosely on Misty's thigh as the felid sat back up. 'Don't do this to him...' The thought of her father \nreceiving that message, especially after whatever events had landed her brother and his girlfriend in \nthe hospital this same night? It was unbearable. \n Misty pointedly ignored her, grinning as she turned the phone's screen for Alexia to see. \nAccompanying the picture in the text thread to her father was a simple message, mockingly written \nas though Alexia herself had typed it; Sorry Dad. Getting eaten by a stripper tonight. Give Ezra and \nJenn my best. Love ya! \n Alexia felt more tears flow from her eyes. Misty savoured the cruelty, hovering her finger over the \nsend icon teasingly close, drawing circles in the air before finally hitting the screen and sending the \nmessage. \n 'Poor guy must be having a real rough night.' Misty giggled, tossing the phone away without a \nsecond thought and turning back to Alexia. 'But at least he'll survive. Is your mother still alive? I'd \nfeel better knowing he has a shoulder to cry on.' \n Alexia squeezed her eyes shut and said nothing. Misty had not only lost any semblance of respect \nshe might have had here, but her mocking sarcasm was just becoming gratuitous at this point. It was \none thing for a predator to be cruel to their prey, but openly tormenting relatives that were about to \nlose a loved one? Alexia had never gone that far in any earnest capacity, nor did she know anyone \nthat would. It was unnecessary and outright evil. Probably illegal. Hopefully? \n 'Oh, come on.' Misty giggled, snaking her hands under Alexia's back and finishing removing her \ntop. Alexia felt her body shift as the shirt was pulled free, and moments later the felid's large hands \nwere at her hips, deftly undoing her belt and removing her jeans. 'I can at least give you a nice warm \nfeeling down here before I make this official. What do you say? Want one last bit of pleasure?' The \nsnow leopard's claw was hooked under the elastic of her underwear, gently pulling downwards as \nshe awaited the polecat's reply. \n 'Fuck off!' Alexia managed, exhausting herself with the effort. She opened tear strewn and \nbloodshot eyes to glare defiantly back up at the smug smiling face of the snow leopard. \n 'Well...' Misty shrugged. 'I guess I had that coming. But at least I tried to do one nice thing. I guess \nI can't blame you for... not being in the mood. Oh well. Shall we begin?' \n Alexia tried to clench her loin muscles, desperately hoping her musk gland would release. It \nwouldn't stop what was about to happen, but it might at least sap some of this bitch's enjoyment if \nshe could sour her own flavour. But nothing happened. Her strength has almost completely left her, \nand making use of her musk typically required a conscious and forceful squeeze of those muscles. \n Misty's eyes lowered, and her smile widened into a grin. She must have realised what Alexia was \ntrying as her eyes narrowed back at the polecat's with a slow lick of her lips. 'I guess just your regular \nflavour. Good thing too, can't say I really enjoy weasel musk.' She ran her tongue from the crest of \nAlexia's thighs up her body, over her breasts. \n 'Pole... cat...' Alexia sobbed as Misty's hands returned to behind her shoulders, slowly lifting her \nup to facilitate a few more licks. The torment continued for a few long minutes, with the felid \nshowing clear enjoyment of the process as the initial dose of the sirrux drug began to take hold of \nher. But the foreplay could only delay the main event for so long. With a smile, Misty's mouth \nopened and Alexia's weakened neck flopped her face first onto the rough, warm surface of the felid's \ntongue. With the snow leopard's teeth cradling her cheeks, and the base of her tongue dominating \nher view, Alexia felt a slight boost of panic fuelled adrenalin begin to return to her system. It wasn't \nenough to make a difference other than to really hammer home in her mind that her time was up. \nThis was indeed the end and the fear was as visceral as the sight she beheld. \n The tongue lowered before her face as it slid further under her, snaking down her neck as Misty \nlifted her prey higher. Alexia was pushed deeper, getting another nose full of that foul breath as the \ntongue exposed the open depths of the felid's glistening wet throat. The dark opening was flexing \nand quivering in anticipation of its prey and the cat's uvula was dragging along the bridge of her \nmuzzle as she was pushed in. \n Alexia's breathing became more rapid, filling her lungs with damp, stale cat breath as she felt \nherself lifted clear of the mattress. Misty had lifted her own head and raised Alexia's limp form \nabove, meaning the polecat had no direction to go now but down. \n She cried weakly as Misty took her first swallow, feeling the tongue heave her head and neck \ndeeper as the felid lowered the rest of her in to follow. Someone Alexia's size was more than a mere \nmouthful, and from her own experience knew this wouldn't take long. Her position, not fully \nswallowed, placed her directly in the way of her predator's trachea, with the oesophagus held open \nuntil the swallow was complete. As predictably as she had guessed, more swallows followed. \nPowerful gulps, as rapidly as the felid could manage, rang in her ears. Each one drove Alexia deeper a \nfew terrifying and jolting inches at a time. \n The saliva soaking into her fur made her transition easy. She couldn't move, but she could feel the \nfelid's teeth and tongue shifting further down her body after each swallow. Around her chest, then \nher waist, almost to her knees, then at last her ankles. The final swallow saw the last of her feet and \ntail slip into Misty's gullet just as her face was squeezed into the acrid chamber of the felid's \nstomach. Her nose pressed into the disgusting slimy folds at the bottom of the pit and continued to \nslide into the curve as the rest of her limp body was forced in behind her. \n 'Grraahh!' She managed to scream and force herself to flail slightly as her body and legs fell into \nthe stomach from above, all but forcing her into a fetal position on her side as though curled up in a \nwarm embrace. Only this embrace was hot, cramped, half full of burning slime and constantly \njostling her with loud, rhythmic churning. Her tears were flowing freely at this point and only her \ndesperation allowed her to keep her cheek over the slowly rippling level of the stomach's acid. She \nwanted to dig her claws into the stomach walls and tear through them. She wanted to scream and \nkick and make things as uncomfortable for her predator as she could. But at the same time...? \n Even if she hadn't been rendered immobile, she knew it would be hopeless. Plenty of prey had \nmet the same fate in her own stomach. She knew all too well that the most desperate of struggles \nfrom inside only elicited a pleasing sensation that was comparable to sex at its best, and the more \ntactile pleasure of a full belly at its most feeble. \n Everything shifted, resulting in a fleeting whimper as she felt her body slip under gravity into a \nnew position. Misty had likely laid herself down to relax and enjoy the coming high that Alexia's \nsweating and soon to be bleeding form would give her. Already her skin was stinging as the snow \nleopard's empty stomach eagerly got to work on its suddenly very full interior. What little air had \nfollowed Alexia down was already useless to breathe, and the polecat felt her vision failing. The pitch \nblack of this stinking chamber was quickly filling with stars across her teary eyes, and her lungs were \nreflexively trying to draw more rapid breaths in a desperate attempt to siphon more oxygen where \nlittle if any remained. Her life had minutes at most, more likely seconds and her fading mind was \ngrasping at anything other than that clear truth in a futile attempt to stay conscious. \n Memories of some of her own hunts continued to intrude, pushing the knowledge that this fate \nwas somehow deserved, the same that she had inflicted upon hundreds of prey over her young life. \nShe tried instead to think of her parents. Her mother and father, those who had raised her so lovingly \nonly to lose her now. Her brother, a rival yet also someone she could be close and honest with in \nways nobody else could share. Even Jenn, his meal sized girlfriend. None of them would ever see her \nagain... \n\n Misty was dozing lightly for the next few hours, with Haze sprawled atop her belly as it slowly rose \nand fell with each of the snow leopard's long, deep breaths. A soft gurgle every now and then was \nalmost the only thing to break the silence, joined eventually by a chime from Alexia's discarded \nphone as one final message arrived. The screen briefly lit up with its notification. On the screen was a \nbrief but concise message; Lexi, please tell me you're okay! Please.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "    Alexia took another swig of her drink, feeling the cold ale settle in her belly as she let out a
contented sigh. Beside her, her friends Morgan and Tiffany did the same.  Morgan, a fellow polecat
like Alexia but for her longer hair of silver and piercing green eyes, had been the one to suggest the
night out here. The nightclub, Tales and Tails, was a hotspot of felid patrons. Although the two
polecats weren't the only non felids here, they were definitely the smallest. A group of civets were
getting rowdier and louder each time a new dancer took the stage and a genet couple were taking
every chance they thought nobody was looking to feel each other up under their table. It was fun,
but a tad more overwhelming than Alexia had anticipated.
     She felt safe enough, mostly due to the presence of Tiffany. The felid woman was enough
presence to earn just the right level of respect from other patrons to consider the two polecats
patrons and not prey. Added the that the extra seclusion of the private booth on the second floor
Morgan had paid for, and it was turning into a fairly pleasant night. The music thumped, heavy on
the bass regardless of who was dancing below, with only the rhythm and tempo seeming to change.
     'To Tiffany.' Morgan raised her glass. 'And all the nights she's spent feeding Alexia's no good
thieving brother!'
     'Oh, he's not-' Tiffany began.
     'Hear hear!' Alexia joined the toast. 'And hoping you'll kick his ass one day soon.'
     'But...' Tiffany sighed and raised her own glass, blushing through the pale grey fur of her face.
'Thanks.' The three drank, breaking into soft laughter afterwards. 'I'm sure he's not doing it to be
mean, he just...'
     'He knows you'll let him get away with it.' Alexia finished. 'Seriously, just bite him or take a swing
at him next time he shows up and tries to steal your dinner. He's an ass but he's not gonna openly
fight you if he knows you'll actually fight back.'
     'Ooh, I know.' Morgan interjected. 'Snare that tree rat girlfriend of his!'
     'No no, bad idea.' Alexia laughed, trying to keep the mood light. 'Ezra would fight a tiger for that
squirrel. Besides, I like Jenn. She's cool.'
     Tiffany took another, longer drink from her ale and followed it up with a soft belch and a deep
breath. 'Oh, sorry. I guess I'm just more nervous than I thought. I don't usually come to places like
this. The atmosphere, the music... it's a lot.'
     'Don't lose your cool.' Morgan stood on the chair, bringing herself closer to the same height as
Tiffany and leaned into a one-armed hug around her felid friend. 'You're the only reason those
leopards and things downstairs aren't making food out of Alexia and me. I booked us a room. Just say
when you've had enough and we can call it a night.'
     'S-sure.' Tiffany nodded, blushing again. 'Another round?'

     The next hour progressed with high spirits and carefully measured fun. While the polecats
encouraged Tiffany to let loose, they were more methodical in their own drinks, neither wanting to
risk being too shitfaced to sense or escape danger. All three sets of ears perked up as the music
suddenly changed to something less bass, more... jazzy.
     'Oh, it's her!' Morgan exclaimed, leaning across Tiffany's chest to see through the glass beside
their booth to the stage on the floor beneath. 'Misty! Misty and Haze!'
     'Who?' Tiffany asked, reflexively wrapping and arm around Morgan and pulling her into a hug as
though she was a plush toy.
     'You gotta see this dance.' Morgan tapped her hands on Tiffany's thigh excitedly. She fidgeted like
a giddy child as the stage was enveloped in fog. The three watched as a shape became visible on the
stage from a trapdoor the fog had obscured. A large yet lithe feline form, blending almost perfectly in
with the grey fog due to her pale grey spotted fur.
     As the dance played out, the trio got engrossed in the large felid's surprising act, just as
mesmerised by the acrobatic grace of her mouse partner. The finale was truly a sight, as Haze
willingly let herself slide into Misty's gullet before the felid made a very noticeable and deliberate
swallow.
     'Whoa...' Tiffany exclaimed with wide eyes. 'That's a hell of a brave mouse.'
     'Yea...' Morgan twisted herself around in Tiffany's grip, coming to be almost cradled in the cat's
arms and looking up into the felid's still mesmerised face. 'I dunno which of those two I envy more.'
     'Hmm?' Tiffany shook her head slightly and looked down at Morgan. She hadn't been paying
attention to the polecat's words.
     'You two are getting weird on me again.' Alexia remarked, stifling a hiccup. 'I'm gonna go find a
bathroom, and then head to our room. It was... 3F, right?'
     'Right.' Morgan nodded, still fixated on Tiffany. 'We'll see you there.'

     Alexia stepped out of the bathroom cautiously, keeping a weary eye out for felids in the hallway
outside the bathrooms. The music had reverted to its more typical bass heavy tune from closer to
the stage downstairs, and the polecat was thankful to be heading in the opposite direction as she
turned and began walking slowly to where their booked room was.
     She was a tad on edge despite her drunken state, so a small scuff on the floorboards just around
the corridor bend made her freeze. She lowered herself into a crouch, almost on all fours as she
crept forward and peeked carefully around the corner.
     There was a rat there, a young woman by the looks of it. She was dressed too well to be a
scavenger, and propped herself against the wall with one hand as she took each slow step, heading
back in the direction of Alexia herself.
     Immediately the polecat's instincts flared. She hadn't come here with the intent to hunt, but when
an opportunity like this arose, there was no telling the mind what to think. Once the initial rush had
passed, she paused in place, keeping as alert as she could in her inebriated state and decided to
watch the rat for a few seconds longer, trying to figure out if this was a safe bet, maybe a trap, or
simply a misunderstanding. She didn't want to rush into things if there was a good reason for why
this delicious looking rodent was out here alone.
     Two slow steps, a stumble and a scrape of dulled claws against the wall. This rat, whoever she
was, didn't seem to have any protection, nor any real destination, stumbling in a different direction
every few paces. Eventually, she seemed to look up, look around and sniff the air. 'H-help...' She
called, the effort seeming to be a lot as she dropped to her knees straight after.
     Alexia felt her alcohol addled dry mouth begin to salivate. Nothing like a full belly to alleviate the
ill effects of too much alcohol, and this convenient rodent could be just the thing at just the right
time. She herself looked far too drunk to even know where she was. What in the world would she
even be doing in a place like this?
     The polecat slunk forward on all fours, creeping closer silently while the rodent was facing the
other way. With a carefully timed scoop she snared the rat mid stumble, quickly bringing her catch
face to face as she slumped herself against the hallway wall. 'Hi little rat. You lost?'
     'She..' The rat fumbled her words, mouthing something but her voice didn't co-operate. 'Sh...
gonna eat me... drug...'
     'Hmm?' Alexia licked her lips, too distracted to have paid attention to the rat's answer. Looking at
her closer up, it seemed apparent that she was younger than she'd looked from half a hall away.
Barely into adulthood, if even that. Alexia didn't mind. Rats and mice had the best flavour, and it was
an unfortunate fact of their lives that the younger they were, usually the sweeter too.
     'Help...' The rat repeated. 'Legs don't... I can't see.'
     'Oh, you really wrecked yourself, didn't you?' Alexia laughed, working a claw under the girl's shirt
and slicing easily through the fabric. After removing that and noticing with interest that the rat was
not wearing a bra, she repeated the process with the small and surprisingly loose pants. 'How old are
you, shrimp? Are you even old enough to be drinking?'
     'Noo...' The rat was pleading at this point, tears forming at her eyes. 'Please... help...'
     The tears on the rodent's face were joined by a drop of saliva, and Alexia realised just how much
her anticipation had built. Forming an idea, she pulled her phone from her pocket, unlocked with her
fingerprint and opened the camera. Holding the rat up, cheek to cheek, she snapped a selfie with her
helpless prey. Then another with her tongue lapped under the rodent's chin. For the next she placed
the girl on her back onto her tongue, opened her mouth wide and took a perfect shot of where the
girl was headed. For her final pic, she rolled the girl over expertly with her tongue. She then pursed
her lips around the rat's waist so only her rump was left, with her legs and tail dangling from her lips.
     Alexia's head was beginning to spin. The last of her drinks seeming to finally kick in. Time to finish
this up and find the room so she could collapse safely onto a bed, or a couch. Hell, even the floor
would work so long as the door was closed behind her. Her tongue wrapped around the rat's naked
body, savouring the surprisingly extra sweet taste the girl seemed to have. She lifted her head and
slurped, feeling the rest of the rat's delicious form slip between her lips and into the prime position.
     The rat took up most of the space in the polecat's mouth, and there wasn't much room to shift
and toss the girl around. Alexia persisted, slavering her eager saliva into the rodent's fur easily. The
rat offered next to no resistance, seeming even more lethargic now than she had been when the
polecat found her.
     She took her first swallow, hearing a muffled sob of protest before swallowing again. Two gulps
was all it took to send the rat down, the satisfying feel of the sightly squirming mouthful slipping
down her gullet followed by a heavy sigh of satisfaction.
     She made to lift herself back to her feet, only for her arm to give out as she tried to push herself
upright. She landed heavily with a grunt. 'O-ow...' She lifted her arm and tried again to push herself
upright, but now her legs wouldn't co-operate, twitching sporadically as she tried to stand.
     'Oh no...' A horrifying realisation began to dawn on her. The rat hadn't been drunk. She'd been on
something. Something paralytic. Alexia felt herself beginning to sweat, and realised that must have
been it. The rat's extra sweet taste had been because she'd also been sweating. Whatever she was
on was causing her body to try and expel it via sweat. And now, with Alexia's mouth selfies and
having swallowed the girl whole, she had probably also gotten herself enough of a second-hand dose
to be feeling whatever effects this... this drug, was having. The girl wasn't some drunk lost and
confused, she had been under the effects of a drug, begging for help.  
     Alexia felt her heart rate struggling to increase as her vision faded. She knew she should be
panicking. She wanted to panic. But her drug addled system seemed unable to even register what it
should be doing in this moment, and left her mind in a semi aware haze.
     Her phone, now back in her pocket, started ringing. Her hand fumbled, halfway between trying to
lift herself off the floor and now instinctively reaching for her pocket, causing her to drop back again.
The jolt seemed to hit harder than it was, causing her to see stars. She lost track of time as the phone
rang out, then started ringing again a few seconds later. Again, it rang out, followed by five or six text
messages coming through in quick succession.
     As she tried to force her eyes to focus, she realised she wasn't alone in the corridor anymore.
Barely a few inches from her face, a mouse stood. A familiar mouse, one that Alexia was barely
cognizant enough to realise she had seen very recently. It was... Haze? The mouse that had joined the
dance with the snow leopard... Misty. Haze had been swallowed at the end of that performance.
What was she doing here? And in... pyjamas? With a phone in hand...?
     'Oh shit...' Haze remarked, stepping even closer and placing a hand on Alexia's nose. 'Oh yea, I can
feel the sweat on you. You found the rat, didn't you? Misty's not gonna be happy.'
     'H-help...' Alexia panted, causing Haze to wrinkle her nose and smirk.
     'Haha, yea.' The mouse laughed. 'I can smell the sirrux on your breath, weasel. You ate Misty's rat.
That's a fix she's gonna be grumpy about missing out on.' The mouse took a few paces back, holding
up her tiny phone just long enough to send a message before turning her amused expression back
towards Alexia.
     'Pole...' Alexia mumbled. 'Polecat... Bitch.' It was clear that this mouse had no intention of helping,
and Alexia felt the frustration of that compounded by being mislabelled as a mere weasel.
     'Overgrown weasel just shy of being a skunk.' Haze retorted with that same smirk. 'The stink of
Misty's stomach is more potent than anything one of you could manage. Assuming of course you still
can manage it in your condition. And I handle being inside Misty just fine. Love it, to be honest.'
     Alexia's eyes widened as a large, feline form entered her vision from the side. She hadn't heard
Misty approach, hadn't felt her footsteps through the floor. Goddamn, were even the big felids really
that stealthy? Haze's words sank in at that moment, as Alexia realised that her paralytic body likely
wouldn't co-operate if she tried to release her stinking musk, the only real defense her kind had
against larger predators. And even if she could, then what? It's not like she could run. If Misty
wanted, she'd be able to make easy prey of Alexia just as Alexia had of the rat girl.
     'Well.' Misty sighed in frustration, leaning close and sniffing Alexia's face and breath. 'Yea, it's in
her alright. Do you think a third hand fix would work?'
     'If you can smell it that strongly, I don't see why not.' Haze shrugged. 'What you got to lose at this
point anyway? At best, a fix. At worst, dinner.'
     'Good point.' Misty grinned, lifting Alexia by the scruff of her neck. The polecat's head spun with
the sudden movement and her vision again filled with stars. She felt like she wanted to throw up with
sickness and the terror of her situation, but her body just refused to do... anything. She felt like she
was going to black out. Maybe she did. The motion, the complete loss of equilibrium, it was all too
hard to tell.
     When at last things seemed to settle, she realised she was in a bedroom. On a bed. With Misty
lying beside her on her side, one hand resting her head while the other was undoing the buttons of
Alexia's top.
     'Wakey wakey.' The felid grinned, a soft purr following as she leaned in close. 'I just want you to
know how badly you fucked up. See, sirrux is a drug that is extremely potent. So much so, that a
direct dose is... well, paralytic. As you probably saw.'
     'Sirr... sirrux?' Alexia managed to mumble.
     'Yea, it's kind of new.' Misty nodded, taking a moment to press her nose to the polecat's neck and
sniff a few times, followed by a slow lick. Under better circumstances, it would have been a far more
pleasant experience, but Alexia was immobile and trapped between terror and paralysis. 'The best
way to take it is to have a rodent drink a few thimbles full. Their body tries to expel it fast through
heavy sweating, but it leaves them paralysed in the process. The second hand high from swallowing
that rodent alive is... amazing. Or rather, it would be for someone my size. You? Well. It seems to still
be a bit too much huh? You can barely talk, and your leg twitching? It's cute, but isn't gonna help you
is it?'
     Alexia felt a tear leak from her eye. She didn't even know her leg had been twitching. 'Please...
Help me throw up... Have it back.'
     'Hey!' Haze called from somewhere else on the bed, interrupting whatever Misty was about to say
and drawing the felid's attention to somewhere near Alexia's feet. 'She's a nurse! I found her ID card.
Oh, and check this out, her phone unlocks by fingerprint!'  
     'Isn't that convenient?' Misty asked with a savage grin. Alexia lulled her head to the side just
enough to see Haze lift the phone above her head. Misty sat up, taking the device in one hand and
lifting Alexia's numb hand with the other. After a bit of fumbling, Alexia felt her heartrate increase
only slightly as the screen lit up, confirming that it was unlocked.
     'Finger unlock is so unsecure.' Haze laughed, stepping up close and revealing that the pyjamas
she'd been wearing in the hallway were gone. Now completely naked, the mouse pressed her
relatively ample breasts to the polecat's cheek, peering into the large blue eye before opening her
mouth and licking the fur beside it. Saliva added to the dampness made by sweat and tears, and
Alexia watched the naked mouse shudder in raptured delight, her wide mouth letting out a primal
squeak of ecstasy.
     'Guuh, Gaaah!' Alexia tried to throw the arrogant mouse off, to move her head, snap her up, to do
something other than nothing! But it was hopeless. Misty had not been lying, whatever dose that rat
had taken of this... sirrux, had been enough to floor her. It was possible she'd recover if she was given
the time, but maybe the rat was never destined to be that lucky. And she doubted her luck would be
any better at this point.
     Haze pressed her hands against Alexia's cheek again and took another slow lick, seeming to falter
slightly before letting herself fall backwards onto the mattress as a giggling mess. Clearly she had
gotten a dose of the sirrux herself out of Alexia's dampened fur, and at her size it wasn't surprising
that it didn't take much.
     'Mice are such lightweights.' Misty grinned, glancing briefly at the polecat before her eyes
returned to the screen of the stolen phone. 'Oh dear... Alexia? I'm afraid that Ezra and Jenn, whoever
they are, are in the hospital. Ezra's got some deep slash wounds from a cat, and Jenn might have two
or three broken ribs. Maybe we should send a reply? Your dad is worried sick about you.'
     'Please, no!' Alexia managed to protest, unable to resist as Misty gently scooped Haze out of the
way before lying down beside her. 'Just let... him read... records, tomorrow!'
     'That's a boring way to find out.' Misty retorted, lifting Alexia's own phone above them with the
selfie camera active. Alexia could see the shot framed perfectly, her immobile head and shoulders on
the mattress, bereft of the cover of her undone top. Beside her was Misty's large head, taking up
most of the rest of the frame. The snow leopard opened her mouth and gently closed it around the
polecat's face, forming a perfect shot of Alexia's head in Misty's mouth. With her upward facing eye
glinting towards the camera, she snapped the pic, then removed her mouth from Alexia with a slow
exhale of day-old breath that made the poor polecat want to gag.
     'Stop... No!' Alexia begged, managing only a limp movement of her arm that landed her hand
loosely on Misty's thigh as the felid sat back up. 'Don't do this to him...' The thought of her father
receiving that message, especially after whatever events had landed her brother and his girlfriend in
the hospital this same night? It was unbearable.
     Misty pointedly ignored her, grinning as she turned the phone's screen for Alexia to see.
Accompanying the picture in the text thread to her father was a simple message, mockingly written
as though Alexia herself had typed it; Sorry Dad. Getting eaten by a stripper tonight. Give Ezra and
Jenn my best. Love ya!
     Alexia felt more tears flow from her eyes. Misty savoured the cruelty, hovering her finger over the
send icon teasingly close, drawing circles in the air before finally hitting the screen and sending the
message.
     'Poor guy must be having a real rough night.' Misty giggled, tossing the phone away without a
second thought and turning back to Alexia. 'But at least he'll survive. Is your mother still alive? I'd
feel better knowing he has a shoulder to cry on.'
     Alexia squeezed her eyes shut and said nothing. Misty had not only lost any semblance of respect
she might have had here, but her mocking sarcasm was just becoming gratuitous at this point. It was
one thing for a predator to be cruel to their prey, but openly tormenting relatives that were about to
lose a loved one? Alexia had never gone that far in any earnest capacity, nor did she know anyone
that would. It was unnecessary and outright evil. Probably illegal. Hopefully?
     'Oh, come on.' Misty giggled, snaking her hands under Alexia's back and finishing removing her
top. Alexia felt her body shift as the shirt was pulled free, and moments later the felid's large hands
were at her hips, deftly undoing her belt and removing her jeans. 'I can at least give you a nice warm
feeling down here before I make this official. What do you say? Want one last bit of pleasure?' The
snow leopard's claw was hooked under the elastic of her underwear, gently pulling downwards as
she awaited the polecat's reply.
     'Fuck off!' Alexia managed, exhausting herself with the effort. She opened tear strewn and
bloodshot eyes to glare defiantly back up at the smug smiling face of the snow leopard.
     'Well...' Misty shrugged. 'I guess I had that coming. But at least I tried to do one nice thing. I guess
I can't blame you for... not being in the mood. Oh well. Shall we begin?'
     Alexia tried to clench her loin muscles, desperately hoping her musk gland would release. It
wouldn't stop what was about to happen, but it might at least sap some of this bitch's enjoyment if
she could sour her own flavour. But nothing happened. Her strength has almost completely left her,
and making use of her musk typically required a conscious and forceful squeeze of those muscles.
     Misty's eyes lowered, and her smile widened into a grin. She must have realised what Alexia was
trying as her eyes narrowed back at the polecat's with a slow lick of her lips. 'I guess just your regular
flavour. Good thing too, can't say I really enjoy weasel musk.' She ran her tongue from the crest of
Alexia's thighs up her body, over her breasts.
     'Pole... cat...' Alexia sobbed as Misty's hands returned to behind her shoulders, slowly lifting her
up to facilitate a few more licks. The torment continued for a few long minutes, with the felid
showing clear enjoyment of the process as the initial dose of the sirrux drug began to take hold of
her. But the foreplay could only delay the main event for so long. With a smile, Misty's mouth
opened and Alexia's weakened neck flopped her face first onto the rough, warm surface of the felid's
tongue. With the snow leopard's teeth cradling her cheeks, and the base of her tongue dominating
her view, Alexia felt a slight boost of panic fuelled adrenalin begin to return to her system. It wasn't
enough to make a difference other than to really hammer home in her mind that her time was up.
This was indeed the end and the fear was as visceral as the sight she beheld.
     The tongue lowered before her face as it slid further under her, snaking down her neck as Misty
lifted her prey higher. Alexia was pushed deeper, getting another nose full of that foul breath as the
tongue exposed the open depths of the felid's glistening wet throat. The dark opening was flexing
and quivering in anticipation of its prey and the cat's uvula was dragging along the bridge of her
muzzle as she was pushed in.
     Alexia's breathing became more rapid, filling her lungs with damp, stale cat breath as she felt
herself lifted clear of the mattress. Misty had lifted her own head and raised Alexia's limp form
above, meaning the polecat had no direction to go now but down.
     She cried weakly as Misty took her first swallow, feeling the tongue heave her head and neck
deeper as the felid lowered the rest of her in to follow. Someone Alexia's size was more than a mere
mouthful, and from her own experience knew this wouldn't take long. Her position, not fully
swallowed, placed her directly in the way of her predator's trachea, with the oesophagus held open
until the swallow was complete. As predictably as she had guessed, more swallows followed.
Powerful gulps, as rapidly as the felid could manage, rang in her ears. Each one drove Alexia deeper a
few terrifying and jolting inches at a time.
     The saliva soaking into her fur made her transition easy. She couldn't move, but she could feel the
felid's teeth and tongue shifting further down her body after each swallow. Around her chest, then
her waist, almost to her knees, then at last her ankles. The final swallow saw the last of her feet and
tail slip into Misty's gullet just as her face was squeezed into the acrid chamber of the felid's
stomach. Her nose pressed into the disgusting slimy folds at the bottom of the pit and continued to
slide into the curve as the rest of her limp body was forced in behind her.
     'Grraahh!' She managed to scream and force herself to flail slightly as her body and legs fell into
the stomach from above, all but forcing her into a fetal position on her side as though curled up in a
warm embrace. Only this embrace was hot, cramped, half full of burning slime and constantly
jostling her with loud, rhythmic churning. Her tears were flowing freely at this point and only her
desperation allowed her to keep her cheek over the slowly rippling level of the stomach's acid. She
wanted to dig her claws into the stomach walls and tear through them. She wanted to scream and
kick and make things as uncomfortable for her predator as she could. But at the same time...?
     Even if she hadn't been rendered immobile, she knew it would be hopeless. Plenty of prey had
met the same fate in her own stomach. She knew all too well that the most desperate of struggles
from inside only elicited a pleasing sensation that was comparable to sex at its best, and the more
tactile pleasure of a full belly at its most feeble.
     Everything shifted, resulting in a fleeting whimper as she felt her body slip under gravity into a
new position. Misty had likely laid herself down to relax and enjoy the coming high that Alexia's
sweating and soon to be bleeding form would give her. Already her skin was stinging as the snow
leopard's empty stomach eagerly got to work on its suddenly very full interior. What little air had
followed Alexia down was already useless to breathe, and the polecat felt her vision failing. The pitch
black of this stinking chamber was quickly filling with stars across her teary eyes, and her lungs were
reflexively trying to draw more rapid breaths in a desperate attempt to siphon more oxygen where
little if any remained. Her life had minutes at most, more likely seconds and her fading mind was
grasping at anything other than that clear truth in a futile attempt to stay conscious.  
     Memories of some of her own hunts continued to intrude, pushing the knowledge that this fate
was somehow deserved, the same that she had inflicted upon hundreds of prey over her young life.
She tried instead to think of her parents. Her mother and father, those who had raised her so lovingly
only to lose her now. Her brother, a rival yet also someone she could be close and honest with in
ways nobody else could share. Even Jenn, his meal sized girlfriend. None of them would ever see her
again...

     Misty was dozing lightly for the next few hours, with Haze sprawled atop her belly as it slowly rose
and fell with each of the snow leopard's long, deep breaths. A soft gurgle every now and then was
almost the only thing to break the silence, joined eventually by a chime from Alexia's discarded
phone as one final message arrived. The screen briefly lit up with its notification. On the screen was a
brief but concise message; Lexi, please tell me you're okay! Please.
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