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.