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And sometimes, it all works out. ", "writing": " There was a clamour about the bus terminal outside, with the daylight hours slipping away it \nwould soon no longer be safe for those of smaller stature to be outside. The rabbits and weasels \nwere the quickest among them, the most eager to be off the streets while the larger felids such as \nleopards and lynxes were content to wait for the next bus to pull in. \n The row of coffee shops, cafes and assorted small business nearby were also beginning to empty \nout. Some were owned and run by those of non-predatory nature, and would not operate after the \nhour of 8pm. Those that did were almost exclusively run by carnivorous denizens of Leona City, \npeople who could afford to be outside after it started to get dark. \n The mouse was alone in the micro wing of the farthest coffee shop, closest to the parking lot. Her \nbrown fur was covered by simple outfit of blue pants and a short sleeved top, and her auburn hair \nwas tied back into a wavy ponytail. The glass in front of her, tiny by the standards of the coyote that \nowned the place, was still half full of the cola she'd been drinking. She glanced at her phone, feeling \na tad nervous as the minutes ticked away. \n 'Are you getting on one of these buses, Amy?' The coyote asked, stepping over to the elevated \nplatform that the micro section of the café was built on. The platform left her at chest height to the \ncanid, and he looked down at her with a curious glance as she drained the last drop of her drink and \npushed the glass toward him. \n 'No, I have someone coming to pick me up.' She replied. 'Don't worry about me, Tym.' \n 'If you're sure.' The canid shrugged. 'Are you paying with the app?' \n 'Yes, I'll take care of that now. Thank you.' The rodent smiled and nodded, opening the app on her \ntiny phone that would allow people her size to pay for things without the need to carry cumbersome \ncash. As she paid for the drink and light dinner she'd gotten from Tym's café, she took notice of the \ntime. It was now only ten minutes until eight o'clock. If she was to abandon her plans, this was the \nlast opportunity before she was fair game to any of the predators lingering in the area. A nearby lynx \nhad kept her eye on the mouse in the last five minutes, and Amy had no doubt what the outcome \nwould be if her contact didn't arrive soon. \n 'Amy?' A male voice sounded from just behind her. \n 'Y-yes?' She spun on the spot, standing from the tiny chair she'd been on and turning to see who \nhad called her name. It was a cheetah, tall and lean as all his kind were. He was wearing blue cargo \nshorts and a grey sleeveless top. 'Are you... Firros?' \n 'Yes.' The cheetah nodded, his golden eyes looking back into the blue of hers with a slightly raised \neyebrow. 'Well, when I saw the add for this agency I have to admit I was more than a little curious. \nSo it's all for real then, huh?' \n 'S-sure is.' Amy replied, her nerves returning and her heart beginning to flutter. 'So, do you have a \ncar, or did you...?' \n 'I have a car.' Firros laughed. 'Cheetahs can run fast, yes. Doesn't mean we run everywhere.' \n 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply some silly stereotype, I-I just...' A whistle sounded nearby, the \nmicro railway connected to the bus terminal was putting out its final call for the Rodentia passengers \nit would carry to their home district. \n 'Micro rail on its last run.' Firros observed. 'So, Amy. This is your last chance to back out of this \ndate. After that little train leaves, your life is in my hands. Soo...?' \n 'Well, I signed up for this.' Amy took a deep breath. 'It would be rude to back away now.' \n 'Alright then.' Firros held his hand down to the platform. 'Shall we go?' \n 'Yes.' Amy replied as confidently as she could and stepped onto his open palm. It was more of a \nstep up than she expected, doing much to illustrate just how much of a size difference there was \nbetween them. Amy had once stood in the palm of a smaller wildcat, and even she had been large \nenough to swallow Amy whole. Firros was twice as tall, but despite his stature his grip was gentle \nand he held her without making her feel unsafe. \n \n Once they were back at his house, it was fifteen minutes after eight in the evening. The laws of \nLeona City stipulated that predator citizens were legally allowed to hunt the smaller denizens. The \ncheetah could make a snack of the mouse in a heartbeat and there would be no repercussions. She \nwas well aware of the risk when she signed on with the agency and made peace with the fact that \nany date she landed could result in the end of her life. \n That said, it had gone rather well. The cheetah had been nothing but polite and understanding of \nher situation. Though she had requested to meet up with a big cat, she was understandably nervous \nabout the idea. Plenty of felids could have sought to exploit the website for easy prey, but Firros had \nnot made any untoward moves or advances, leaving Amy feeling safe. \n Or at least as safe as she wanted to be. A mouse didn't sign up to a cross species dating site \nbecause she wanted to feel safe, and she especially didn't personally request a big cat that could \nmake an easy snack of her. While she waited on top of his kitchen table, he had gone into another \nroom to find some things he needed. \n 'So, little one...' He began as he stepped back into the kitchen. 'What compels someone like you \nto want to take a chance like this?' \n 'Oh, um... Curiosity I guess?' Amy replied, her eyes widening as she watched his tail wave from \nside to side. Seeing him slide into a chair beside the table once again made it apparent how much \nsmaller than him she was. It was terrifying in a primal way, and as his lips curled into a smile at her \nanswer, she realized just how much she was enjoying this thrill. 'A-and you? What made... such a \nlarge felid like you want to try this?' \n 'I guess... curiosity as well.' Firros replied, sliding his chair back and leaning a bit closer. His hand \nslid towards her with the movement, palm down and fingers slightly curled. 'I suppose I wanted to \nsee if any little mice or someone similar would actually want to met up with a cat like me... after \ndark.' \n 'And what are you gonna do... now that you've found me?' Amy asked, taking a few steps forward \nand leaning on Firros' hand. \n 'I'm not sure.' Firros smiled, lifting his hand slowly off the table. Amy held tight, pulling herself \nonto his wrist and balancing herself on her hands and knees. 'Whatever I do with you, I need to be \ncareful with such a delicate little flower.' \n 'I'm tougher than I look.' Amy retorted, pushing her to her feet and then deftly jumping from the \ncheetah's hand to his nose. 'Maybe I'll have to try hard not to hurt you.' She knelt down on top of his \nface, leaning in close to one of his giant golden eyes. It narrowed and focused on her, and she \nbecame aware that a coy grin was forming on his face beneath her. \n 'Alright tough girl.' He said, flicking his head and throwing her into the air. She squeaked in shock \nbefore landing in the palm of his left hand. He lifted her back up to his cheek, noticing the tremble in \nher lips and her legs as she was drawn closer to his jaw. 'What do you want to do? Better make up \nyour mind soon before I make up mine.' \n 'Oh really?' Amy retorted with a grin of her own. 'And what would a harmless little kitty like you \ndo to me, huh?' \n 'I think we're going in circles.' Firros remarked. 'Maybe we could start with a kiss and see what it \nleads to?' \n 'Y-yes...' Amy replied straight away, leaning forward in his hand as he lifted her to his lips. Her tiny \nface was entirely enveloped by his feline lips, leaving her flavour behind as she pressed herself into \ntheir slow kiss. He could part his jaws and reduce her to cat food in a heartbeat and they both knew \nit, both knew that despite her bravado the cheetah held all the power here. \n A few moments of passion passed before Firros realized Amy was far more interested in pushing \npast his lips than any sane mouse should be. He lowered his hand, pulling her away from him before \nhe lifted her back up to his eye level. 'Well then, you seem somewhat keen on my mouth for \nsomeone so... edible.' \n 'Of course.' Amy replied, blushing heavily. 'Why else would I sign up on Predbait dot com huh?' \n 'Ha!' Firros laughed. 'I've never heard it called that before! So you wanna be dangerous, huh?' \n 'I wanna be dangerous.' Amy confirmed, reaching to her top and pulling it off in a single deft \nmotion. The mouse stood in his hand and slipped her other hand into the tiny clip that held her \npants on her waist. An almost inaudible click was heard as the belt came loose and her pants \ndropped to her ankles. She stood now in only a thin pair of underpants as she kicked her clothes out \nof the cat's palm. \n The sight triggered something in the cheetah's mind and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Amy's \neyes widened in surprise a moment before Firros' tongue swept up her body, leaving her thoroughly \nsoaked in drool on the front half while her back half was pressed into the palm of his hand. \n 'Oh wow...' Amy gasped, blinking the saliva from her eyes and panting heavily. 'That was...' \n 'Sorry...' Firros whispered. 'You just look so...' He paused mid-sentence, taking a sharp inhale \nbefore licking his lips slowly. 'S-sorry again. You're delicious.' \n 'Of course I am.' Amy grinned. 'Oh my gods that was amazing. Do it again!' \n 'What? Really?' Firros raised an eyebrow. 'Oh, you really are a kinky little mouse. I hope it doesn't \nget you eaten.' \n 'I can think of worse ways to go than as cat food to someone like you.' The mouse answered. \n'Now give me that tongue.' \n Firros smiled and then did as Amy asked, running his tongue over her soft and tender body once \nmore. This time he was much slower, deliberately taking longer to lick across her writing and supple \nform. He could feel her legs momentarily part before squeezing back onto his tongue, her arms \ntrying to grip the slippery appendage as it ran over her body and her face nuzzling into it as he began \nto pull it away. \n Once more she was left panting and soaked, staring back at him as he lifted her up to eye level. \nHis lips smacked loudly as his tongue drew back between them. It was obvious to each of them that \nthe other was enjoying this game in their own way. But then a thought crossed Firros' mind. How \ncould it end any way but one? Is that really what was going to happen? Would the two of them get \nso caught up in this that their natural urges would take over? \n 'Stop looking so worried.' Amy called to him, noticing the slightly concerned look in his eyes. 'If I \nwanted to live forever I'd stay hidden in a hole in the wall. Now...' She dropped to her hands and \nknees in his palm and pulled off her underwear, tossing it to disappear with the rest of her cast off \nclothes. Now naked, she stood back up in his hand and beckoned him to come closer. 'Put me in \nyour mouth so I can play.' \n Firros' heart began to beat faster with those words, and he brought the naked brown furred \nmouse to his mouth. His tongue extended as she leaned forward in anticipation, leaping once she \nwas close enough. She landed on his tongue and scrambled to hold on, pulling herself into his mouth \nfacing towards the back of his throat. \n He felt her tiny delicious body spreading her flavour across his taste buds once more, causing his \nmouth to water as he reeled her inside. He felt her every move, limbs reaching and curling to grasp \nhis tongue while her sweet fur spread its taste with each moment. He'd eaten plenty of mice before, \nbut none had ever been so... compliant. The cat had never been able to truly savour a catch as much \nas he had this willing morsel that had literally thrown herself into his jaws. This truly was a treat, one \nhe hoped to enjoy for as long as possible. \n Amy likewise was in her own euphoric bliss, her naked and tiny body clasping the cheetah's \nwrithing tongue as though her life depended on it. She smiled to herself between deep ragged \nbreaths. Perhaps it did, perhaps Firros did indeed intend to eat her before this night was over. But \nthis was the stuff of her dreams, her absurd fascination with the visceral relationship between \npredator and prey. The things that would normally be terrifying and detestable to her kind only \nadded to her arousal. The warm and humid mouth of this carnivore was a sexual paradise to her. The \nslowly increasing saliva would pool around her, clinging to her fur and matting it to her skin. Every \nnow and then his lips would part with the movement of his tongue and jaw, letting a wave of his hot, \nstale breath wash past her. It was sticky, hot, disgusting, far louder than she'd expected and \neverything she'd wanted since she'd known it was possible. \n The gravity in the cat's mouth shifted as though he was leaning forward. Maybe he was going to \nspit her out? She clung to his tongue even tighter, pressing her loins into it with every bit of force \nshe could muster. 'Don't spit me out! I wanna stay!' \n A murmured laugh boomed around her in reply and his head tilted back upright. A sharp intake of \nbreath sent chills up her spine with the sudden intake of cooler air. She clenched her legs on his \ntongue as his parted jaws allowed light to flood in and she got her first decent look at the cat's \npulsating throat. It was gigantic, once more reminding her of her very insignificant size compared to \nthis cheetah. The arching flesh flexed with the cat's inhale, before relaxing as the cat slowly breathed \nout. The hot wet air was like a sauna in his already humid maw, but it was only adding to her \nenjoyment of this bizarre obsession. Her legs began to quiver, the sight before her and the feeling of \nknowing what could happen any moment was enough to push her to the finish. \n Firros closed his jaws as a new taste spread across his tongue. One he knew but not one he had \never expected from prey. He swished her body about for a few moments, then pulled her back to \nthe centre of his mouth and swallowed her flavour down. Then he opened his mouth, reached in \nwith his finger and thumb and pulled the limp, panting mouse out by one of her ankles. \n Amy closed her eyes as she felt the light assail them. She was disoriented as Firros spun her \naround before she felt the soft surface of his palm again. As she slowly blinked her eyes open and \ntried to get her breathing back to normal, she saw his face with a smug grin leering down at her. \n 'You really are a kinky mouse.' He grinned. 'And one of the sweetest morsels I've ever had.' \n 'Why didn't... you swallow?' Amy asked, looking up at him with confusion and longing. 'You could \nhave... finished me... You said I was... delicious.' \n 'If I swallow you...' Firros said slowly as the grin left his lips. 'You'll die. You do know that right?' \n 'Of course!' Amy replied. 'What better way...' \n 'My mouth is one thing.' Firros tried to dissuade her. 'But inside a stomach? That's completely \ndifferent. Everything about it just gonna be so much worse. The smell, being soaked in digestive \nfluids, being churned up like-' \n 'I know how stomachs work!' Amy interrupted, seeming even more aroused at the thought. \n'Don't you realize this is my ultimate fantasy? I want this to happen.' \n 'Well... Alright then.' The cheetah sighed and shrugged. 'I like you, Amy. I just wanted to make \nsure you really understand what you're doing. So... Take this with you.' He held out his other hand \nand slid the mouse's tiny phone to her. \n 'Oh.' Amy took the phone, realizing he must have retrieved it when he had leaned forward. \n'Thank you Firros. I'll call you from inside.' She stood slowly, clutching her phone tightly to her \nsoaked chest with one hand while her other reached up and beckoned for the cat to proceed. \n Firros smiled again and planted his lips softly on her head. She leaned into the kiss, eager but not \nforceful now that they both knew what was to happen. There was no need to rush it, she alone was \nnot enough of a meal to instil any urgency in the cheetah's hunger, and he was considerate enough \nto honour this bizarre final wish. \n Firros had not expected to find any serious relationship when he signed up on the pred/prey \ndating site. The idea had seemed ludicrous, but his curiosity had compelled him to at least try. If he \nwas honest with himself, he had however briefly entertained the notion of using the site to snare an \neasy bunny, but the ambition had been tempered when this mouse had been the first match he \nreceived. \n The thought of exploiting her had vanished when he witnessed how sincere she was, but her own \ndesires had made the outcome all but the same. He'd never expected to feel any attraction to a \nmouse but as his tongue was reacquainted with her soft fur and unmatched flavour, he realized that \nhe was feeling something. It wasn't a physical attraction, and she was far too small to make any such \nfantasy into a reality. No, this feeling was more emotional. Amy, as his prey, had bared herself \ncompletely to him. On an emotional level as well as physical, this mouse had literally offered \neverything she was to this towering carnivore, a willing sacrifice to a hunger she was too small to \nfully sate. \n Amy clenched her legs onto the cat's tongue, pressing her loins once more into the giant muscle \nwith slow and deliberate motions. He had left his lips slightly parted, giving her enough light to see \nhis ivory teeth surrounding her. His tongue had blocked off the back of his throat for the moment, \nallowing her to use it to her own satisfaction as she levered her feet into his molars and ground \nherself into it fervently. \n Firros felt every motion the mouse made, his tongue lifting every few moments to give her an \nassist in fulfilling her erotic pursuit. Saliva was building up rapidly, likely pooling at her feet. A slight \nwrong move could see her slip and cut herself open on the sharp edges of his teeth, so he parted his \njaw a little wider and lifted his tongue some more, pulling her too high to press her feet so recklessly \nagainst his jaws. \n The movement must have helped her along more than he realized as another burst of slightly \nsalty flavour added to the sweetness of Amy's skin. She had climaxed again and now felt limp on his \ntongue. He lowered it, allowing her to witness the sight of his flexing throat before her. He reached a \nfinger into his mouth and gently ran the tip down her back, feeling her tiny body huff and pant with \nexhaustion. She was too tired to move in response, yet his feelings towards her compelled him to \nmake one final offer for her life. \n As gently as he could manage with someone making use of his tongue, he softly uttered the offer \nto her. 'Last... chance...' \n 'Do it!' She called exasperatedly in reply. 'I have one or two more in me... But I want them to \nhappen inside you...' \n 'You're... sure?' He all but whispered, lifting his finger to gently stroke her ear. \n 'Yes...' She replied. 'Swallow me! Please...' \n He said nothing further, withdrawing his finger and closing his eyes as well as his mouth. He felt \nher slowly trying to pull herself towards his throat, so he pressed her to the roof of his mouth with \nhis tongue. The drool that had pooled around her rushed back, prompting him to swallow. She \nwasn't down yet, but he heard a muffled squeak of undeniable exhilaration at what must have been \na very loud gulp right in front of her. He almost felt sad, then realized if not him, she'd have found \nthis experience with someone else. At least he had this to share with her. He tilted his head back... \n The dim light of Amy's phone wasn't much, but it was just enough to make out the arch of the \ncheetah's throat and uvula right in front of her. She wanted to touch it, but decided not to. Her \nheart, already racing, began to pound even harder as everything shifted in that direction. His tongue \nincreased its pressure on her legs and waist, causing her saliva slicked body to slide in the only \ndirection it could. The light now illuminated the back of his throat as she was pressed into it, the \nsight flashing briefly across her vision before an enormous amount of pressure on all sides. She \nalmost climaxed again on the spot, squeaking in primal terror and excitement as a loud wet gulp \nsurrounded her. \n She blinked and it was over, her vision now dominated by a long stretching tunnel of flesh that \nconstricted around her. Less forceful than the swallow itself has been, but still enough to make sure \nshe kept moving in the right direction. She gasped in amazement as the throbbing, vein lined \npassage squeezed her in rhythm to the cat's booming heartbeat coming from below. Then it seemed \nto be beside her, and finally it was coming from above and behind. \n Her nose felt her arrival before her eyes saw it. She couldn't be sure when Firros had last eaten \nsomething or someone, but it had definitely been at least that afternoon. The light of her phone \nshowed her the entire chamber, pulsating creased walls of pink and bluish flesh gyrating steadily in \nand out as they worked to process what was inside. As the muscles of his gullet finally finished \npushing her down, she fell the last few inches into the caustic soup in the bottom of the pit. \n Most rodents would be terrified, screaming and crying and doing their best to keep out of the \nchurning digestive fluids. Amy could only stare in wonder, fumbling with her phone to turn on the \nflashlight and get a better look. \n Veins were easer to spot now, throbbing in time with the now faint sounding heartbeats. She'd \nexpected it to be faster, but it seemed apparent that Firros had not gotten the same thrill out of this \nas she had. She smiled to herself at the thought. Why would he? He probably ate someone almost \ndaily, but how often could someone get eaten themselves? It was literally a once in a lifetime \nexperience. \n Which remined her, she wouldn't have much time. The air smelled like vomit and likely wasn't \nactually breathable. The humidity in here was like Firros had said, much hotter and wetter than his \nmouth had been. She tried to push her legs against something to crawl out of the acid, but there was \nnothing to grip, nothing solid she could find purchase on. \n 'Mfff...' Her free hand slithered under the surface. It was not entirely liquid and even now began \nto tingle softly against her skin. But she hadn't come this far to abandon her plan. Lying on her back \nagainst the gently pulsating stomach wall, she began to furiously work her fingers into her \nwomanhood with as much urgency as she could muster. She rested her other elbow beside her, \nholding her phone against one of her breasts to keep the light on her surroundings. It was horrible, \ndisgusting and would literally be the death of her. And she was going to enjoy every last moment. \n A few minutes passed and the effort of reaching her goal seemed to be getting harder by the \nsecond. A chime sounded, seeming so unnatural but also waking her up as she was on the verge of \npassing out. She took a deep breath and lifted her phone. It was a text from Firros. \n Are you alright in there? He'd asked. She smiled. He was still worried? She was masturbating \nherself to death even as his stomach acids were removing her fur and the top layers of her skin. The \nsteadily growing pain was fuelling her arousal, but the lack of air was proving to be most \ninconvenient. \n Great. Swallow some air for mee/ She managed to type, forcing herself to stay awake with slow \nbut deep breaths. After a few moments, everything lurched. The liquids covering her lower half \nsplashed haphazardly about, causing something small and solid to land on her chest. She pivoted her \nlight to look at it, seeing the unmistakable shape of a mouse sized femur. It was losing its shape and \nits rigidity, but it was definitely once part of a mouse's leg. \n After groggily doble checking to ensure her own legs were still attached, she laughed and laid \nherself back down. She tossed the bone aside with a giggle and resumed her task, feeling the \ncorrosive effects of the gastric fluids even more now that she had a lungful or two of relatively fresh \nair. Her head had a slight boost to clarity, and she was able to remember how dire her situation was. \n Her final climax came within moments as her renewed vigour and sense of how little time she had \nleft powered her efforts. Her chest heaved with finality, the effort of breathing now a discomfort \nrather than a relief. Her phone chimed again, surprising her with its durability. She weakly lifted it \nand opened the next message, feeling the liquids of Firros' stomach lapping higher around her waist \nand elbows than they had been before. She wasn't sure if she'd slid deeper or if his stomach was \npumping more acid in, but at the same time she knew it didn't make a difference. \n Still with me? The next message read. Amy smiled as she lifted her phone up with a wobbly arm. \nShe opened her selfie camera and grinned, giving him a wink and a peace sign as she snapped the \npicture and sent a reply. A few moments after the pic went through, his final reply came through. \nI'm glad you had a good time. I had fun Amy. Would have loved to see you again.\n Her eyes had made it only to the second sentence before the phone slipped from her fingers into \nthe acid, the light dying as it sank. Amy couldn't even move her limbs at this point, felt her eyes \ndrifting shut in the sheer darkness as the lapping liquids grew higher. She'd passed out before they \nreached her neck, her final thoughts that of a dream fulfilled. \n\n Firros stared at the picture Amy had sent. He wondered if the mouse had been aware of her \nappearance in that last snap, but her eyes suggested she'd been unable to focus properly and had \njust taken the best picture she could guess at. The camera flash had illuminated the pink flesh of his \nstomach that she was lying on, and the greenish brown fluid of his own gastric acid combined with \nthe remnants of recent meals. \n The image was not pretty, the girl was missing huge patches of fur on the visible parts of her \nlower abdomen and legs. The exposed skin was reddened at best, almost translucent where the \nworst of the acid had corroded her body. \n Firros marvelled at Amy's commitment. She must have had an unbelievable pain tolerance to still \nbe awake after such punishment. And yet, she'd managed to wink and give him the two fingered \npeace sign in her snapshot. And most surprising of all, with a smile on her face. \n Firros smiled too, saving the image on his phone to a hidden folder. Amy had truly been \nsomething special, and this pic of something so horrific yet so natural would be a constant reminder. \nThere would probably never be another like her. Still, it couldn't hurt to look... \n\n\n \n \n \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "     There was a clamour about the bus terminal outside, with the daylight hours slipping away it
would soon no longer be safe for those of smaller stature to be outside. The rabbits and weasels
were the quickest among them, the most eager to be off the streets while the larger felids such as
leopards and lynxes were content to wait for the next bus to pull in.
     The row of coffee shops, cafes and assorted small business nearby were also beginning to empty
out. Some were owned and run by those of non-predatory nature, and would not operate after the
hour of 8pm. Those that did were almost exclusively run by carnivorous denizens of Leona City,
people who could afford to be outside after it started to get dark.
     The mouse was alone in the micro wing of the farthest coffee shop, closest to the parking lot. Her
brown fur was covered by simple outfit of blue pants and a short sleeved top, and her auburn hair
was tied back into a wavy ponytail. The glass in front of her, tiny by the standards of the coyote that
owned the place, was still half full of the cola she'd been drinking. She glanced at her phone, feeling
a tad nervous as the minutes ticked away.
     'Are you getting on one of these buses, Amy?' The coyote asked, stepping over to the elevated
platform that the micro section of the café was built on. The platform left her at chest height to the
canid, and he looked down at her with a curious glance as she drained the last drop of her drink and
pushed the glass toward him.
     'No, I have someone coming to pick me up.' She replied. 'Don't worry about me, Tym.'
     'If you're sure.' The canid shrugged. 'Are you paying with the app?'
     'Yes, I'll take care of that now. Thank you.' The rodent smiled and nodded, opening the app on her
tiny phone that would allow people her size to pay for things without the need to carry cumbersome
cash. As she paid for the drink and light dinner she'd gotten from Tym's café, she took notice of the
time. It was now only ten minutes until eight o'clock. If she was to abandon her plans, this was the
last opportunity before she was fair game to any of the predators lingering in the area. A nearby lynx
had kept her eye on the mouse in the last five minutes, and Amy had no doubt what the outcome
would be if her contact didn't arrive soon.
     'Amy?' A male voice sounded from just behind her.
     'Y-yes?' She spun on the spot, standing from the tiny chair she'd been on and turning to see who
had called her name. It was a cheetah, tall and lean as all his kind were. He was wearing blue cargo
shorts and a grey sleeveless top. 'Are you... Firros?'  
     'Yes.' The cheetah nodded, his golden eyes looking back into the blue of hers with a slightly raised
eyebrow. 'Well, when I saw the add for this agency I have to admit I was more than a little curious.
So it's all for real then, huh?'
     'S-sure is.' Amy replied, her nerves returning and her heart beginning to flutter. 'So, do you have a
car, or did you...?'
     'I have a car.' Firros laughed. 'Cheetahs can run fast, yes. Doesn't mean we run everywhere.'
     'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply some silly stereotype, I-I just...' A whistle sounded nearby, the
micro railway connected to the bus terminal was putting out its final call for the Rodentia passengers
it would carry to their home district.
     'Micro rail on its last run.' Firros observed. 'So, Amy. This is your last chance to back out of this
date. After that little train leaves, your life is in my hands. Soo...?'
     'Well, I signed up for this.' Amy took a deep breath. 'It would be rude to back away now.'
     'Alright then.' Firros held his hand down to the platform. 'Shall we go?'
     'Yes.' Amy replied as confidently as she could and stepped onto his open palm. It was more of a
step up than she expected, doing much to illustrate just how much of a size difference there was
between them. Amy had once stood in the palm of a smaller wildcat, and even she had been large
enough to swallow Amy whole. Firros was twice as tall, but despite his stature his grip was gentle
and he held her without making her feel unsafe.
 
     Once they were back at his house, it was fifteen minutes after eight in the evening. The laws of
Leona City stipulated that predator citizens were legally allowed to hunt the smaller denizens. The
cheetah could make a snack of the mouse in a heartbeat and there would be no repercussions. She
was well aware of the risk when she signed on with the agency and made peace with the fact that
any date she landed could result in the end of her life.
     That said, it had gone rather well. The cheetah had been nothing but polite and understanding of
her situation. Though she had requested to meet up with a big cat, she was understandably nervous
about the idea. Plenty of felids could have sought to exploit the website for easy prey, but Firros had
not made any untoward moves or advances, leaving Amy feeling safe.
     Or at least as safe as she wanted to be. A mouse didn't sign up to a cross species dating site
because she wanted to feel safe, and she especially didn't personally request a big cat that could
make an easy snack of her. While she waited on top of his kitchen table, he had gone into another
room to find some things he needed.
     'So, little one...' He began as he stepped back into the kitchen. 'What compels someone like you
to want to take a chance like this?'
     'Oh, um... Curiosity I guess?' Amy replied, her eyes widening as she watched his tail wave from
side to side. Seeing him slide into a chair beside the table once again made it apparent how much
smaller than him she was. It was terrifying in a primal way, and as his lips curled into a smile at her
answer, she realized just how much she was enjoying this thrill. 'A-and you? What made... such a
large felid like you want to try this?'
     'I guess... curiosity as well.' Firros replied, sliding his chair back and leaning a bit closer. His hand
slid towards her with the movement, palm down and fingers slightly curled. 'I suppose I wanted to
see if any little mice or someone similar would actually want to met up with a cat like me... after
dark.'
     'And what are you gonna do... now that you've found me?' Amy asked, taking a few steps forward
and leaning on Firros' hand.
     'I'm not sure.' Firros smiled, lifting his hand slowly off the table. Amy held tight, pulling herself
onto his wrist and balancing herself on her hands and knees. 'Whatever I do with you, I need to be
careful with such a delicate little flower.'
     'I'm tougher than I look.' Amy retorted, pushing her to her feet and then deftly jumping from the
cheetah's hand to his nose. 'Maybe I'll have to try hard not to hurt you.' She knelt down on top of his
face, leaning in close to one of his giant golden eyes. It narrowed and focused on her, and she
became aware that a coy grin was forming on his face beneath her.
     'Alright tough girl.' He said, flicking his head and throwing her into the air. She squeaked in shock
before landing in the palm of his left hand. He lifted her back up to his cheek, noticing the tremble in
her lips and her legs as she was drawn closer to his jaw. 'What do you want to do? Better make up
your mind soon before I make up mine.'
     'Oh really?' Amy retorted with a grin of her own. 'And what would a harmless little kitty like you
do to me, huh?'
     'I think we're going in circles.' Firros remarked. 'Maybe we could start with a kiss and see what it
leads to?'
     'Y-yes...' Amy replied straight away, leaning forward in his hand as he lifted her to his lips. Her tiny
face was entirely enveloped by his feline lips, leaving her flavour behind as she pressed herself into
their slow kiss. He could part his jaws and reduce her to cat food in a heartbeat and they both knew
it, both knew that despite her bravado the cheetah held all the power here.
     A few moments of passion passed before Firros realized Amy was far more interested in pushing
past his lips than any sane mouse should be. He lowered his hand, pulling her away from him before
he lifted her back up to his eye level. 'Well then, you seem somewhat keen on my mouth for
someone so... edible.'
     'Of course.' Amy replied, blushing heavily. 'Why else would I sign up on Predbait dot com huh?'
     'Ha!' Firros laughed. 'I've never heard it called that before! So you wanna be dangerous, huh?'
     'I wanna be dangerous.' Amy confirmed, reaching to her top and pulling it off in a single deft
motion. The mouse stood in his hand and slipped her other hand into the tiny clip that held her
pants on her waist. An almost inaudible click was heard as the belt came loose and her pants
dropped to her ankles. She stood now in only a thin pair of underpants as she kicked her clothes out
of the cat's palm.
     The sight triggered something in the cheetah's mind and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Amy's
eyes widened in surprise a moment before Firros' tongue swept up her body, leaving her thoroughly
soaked in drool on the front half while her back half was pressed into the palm of his hand.  
     'Oh wow...' Amy gasped, blinking the saliva from her eyes and panting heavily. 'That was...'
     'Sorry...' Firros whispered. 'You just look so...' He paused mid-sentence, taking a sharp inhale
before licking his lips slowly. 'S-sorry again. You're delicious.'
     'Of course I am.' Amy grinned. 'Oh my gods that was amazing. Do it again!'
     'What? Really?' Firros raised an eyebrow. 'Oh, you really are a kinky little mouse. I hope it doesn't
get you eaten.'
     'I can think of worse ways to go than as cat food to someone like you.' The mouse answered.
'Now give me that tongue.'
     Firros smiled and then did as Amy asked, running his tongue over her soft and tender body once
more. This time he was much slower, deliberately taking longer to lick across her writing and supple
form. He could feel her legs momentarily part before squeezing back onto his tongue, her arms
trying to grip the slippery appendage as it ran over her body and her face nuzzling into it as he began
to pull it away.
     Once more she was left panting and soaked, staring back at him as he lifted her up to eye level.
His lips smacked loudly as his tongue drew back between them. It was obvious to each of them that
the other was enjoying this game in their own way. But then a thought crossed Firros' mind. How
could it end any way but one? Is that really what was going to happen? Would the two of them get
so caught up in this that their natural urges would take over?
     'Stop looking so worried.' Amy called to him, noticing the slightly concerned look in his eyes. 'If I
wanted to live forever I'd stay hidden in a hole in the wall. Now...' She dropped to her hands and
knees in his palm and pulled off her underwear, tossing it to disappear with the rest of her cast off
clothes. Now naked, she stood back up in his hand and beckoned him to come closer. 'Put me in
your mouth so I can play.'
     Firros' heart began to beat faster with those words, and he brought the naked brown furred
mouse to his mouth. His tongue extended as she leaned forward in anticipation, leaping once she
was close enough. She landed on his tongue and scrambled to hold on, pulling herself into his mouth
facing towards the back of his throat.
     He felt her tiny delicious body spreading her flavour across his taste buds once more, causing his
mouth to water as he reeled her inside. He felt her every move, limbs reaching and curling to grasp
his tongue while her sweet fur spread its taste with each moment. He'd eaten plenty of mice before,
but none had ever been so... compliant. The cat had never been able to truly savour a catch as much
as he had this willing morsel that had literally thrown herself into his jaws. This truly was a treat, one
he hoped to enjoy for as long as possible.
     Amy likewise was in her own euphoric bliss, her naked and tiny body clasping the cheetah's
writhing tongue as though her life depended on it. She smiled to herself between deep ragged
breaths. Perhaps it did, perhaps Firros did indeed intend to eat her before this night was over. But
this was the stuff of her dreams, her absurd fascination with the visceral relationship between
predator and prey. The things that would normally be terrifying and detestable to her kind only
added to her arousal. The warm and humid mouth of this carnivore was a sexual paradise to her. The
slowly increasing saliva would pool around her, clinging to her fur and matting it to her skin. Every
now and then his lips would part with the movement of his tongue and jaw, letting a wave of his hot,
stale breath wash past her. It was sticky, hot, disgusting, far louder than she'd expected and
everything she'd wanted since she'd known it was possible.
     The gravity in the cat's mouth shifted as though he was leaning forward. Maybe he was going to
spit her out? She clung to his tongue even tighter, pressing her loins into it with every bit of force
she could muster. 'Don't spit me out! I wanna stay!'
     A murmured laugh boomed around her in reply and his head tilted back upright. A sharp intake of
breath sent chills up her spine with the sudden intake of cooler air. She clenched her legs on his
tongue as his parted jaws allowed light to flood in and she got her first decent look at the cat's
pulsating throat. It was gigantic, once more reminding her of her very insignificant size compared to
this cheetah. The arching flesh flexed with the cat's inhale, before relaxing as the cat slowly breathed
out. The hot wet air was like a sauna in his already humid maw, but it was only adding to her
enjoyment of this bizarre obsession. Her legs began to quiver, the sight before her and the feeling of
knowing what could happen any moment was enough to push her to the finish.
     Firros closed his jaws as a new taste spread across his tongue. One he knew but not one he had
ever expected from prey. He swished her body about for a few moments, then pulled her back to
the centre of his mouth and swallowed her flavour down. Then he opened his mouth, reached in
with his finger and thumb and pulled the limp, panting mouse out by one of her ankles.
     Amy closed her eyes as she felt the light assail them. She was disoriented as Firros spun her
around before she felt the soft surface of his palm again. As she slowly blinked her eyes open and
tried to get her breathing back to normal, she saw his face with a smug grin leering down at her.
     'You really are a kinky mouse.' He grinned. 'And one of the sweetest morsels I've ever had.'
     'Why didn't... you swallow?' Amy asked, looking up at him with confusion and longing. 'You could
have... finished me... You said I was... delicious.'
     'If I swallow you...' Firros said slowly as the grin left his lips. 'You'll die. You do know that right?'
     'Of course!' Amy replied. 'What better way...'
     'My mouth is one thing.' Firros tried to dissuade her. 'But inside a stomach? That's completely
different. Everything about it just gonna be so much worse. The smell, being soaked in digestive
fluids, being churned up like-'
     'I know how stomachs work!' Amy interrupted, seeming even more aroused at the thought.
'Don't you realize this is my ultimate fantasy? I want this to happen.'
     'Well... Alright then.' The cheetah sighed and shrugged. 'I like you, Amy. I just wanted to make
sure you really understand what you're doing. So... Take this with you.' He held out his other hand
and slid the mouse's tiny phone to her.
     'Oh.' Amy took the phone, realizing he must have retrieved it when he had leaned forward.
'Thank you Firros. I'll call you from inside.' She stood slowly, clutching her phone tightly to her
soaked chest with one hand while her other reached up and beckoned for the cat to proceed.
     Firros smiled again and planted his lips softly on her head. She leaned into the kiss, eager but not
forceful now that they both knew what was to happen. There was no need to rush it, she alone was
not enough of a meal to instil any urgency in the cheetah's hunger, and he was considerate enough
to honour this bizarre final wish.
     Firros had not expected to find any serious relationship when he signed up on the pred/prey
dating site. The idea had seemed ludicrous, but his curiosity had compelled him to at least try. If he
was honest with himself, he had however briefly entertained the notion of using the site to snare an
easy bunny, but the ambition had been tempered when this mouse had been the first match he
received.
     The thought of exploiting her had vanished when he witnessed how sincere she was, but her own
desires had made the outcome all but the same. He'd never expected to feel any attraction to a
mouse but as his tongue was reacquainted with her soft fur and unmatched flavour, he realized that
he was feeling something. It wasn't a physical attraction, and she was far too small to make any such
fantasy into a reality. No, this feeling was more emotional. Amy, as his prey, had bared herself
completely to him. On an emotional level as well as physical, this mouse had literally offered
everything she was to this towering carnivore, a willing sacrifice to a hunger she was too small to
fully sate.
     Amy clenched her legs onto the cat's tongue, pressing her loins once more into the giant muscle
with slow and deliberate motions. He had left his lips slightly parted, giving her enough light to see
his ivory teeth surrounding her. His tongue had blocked off the back of his throat for the moment,
allowing her to use it to her own satisfaction as she levered her feet into his molars and ground
herself into it fervently.
     Firros felt every motion the mouse made, his tongue lifting every few moments to give her an
assist in fulfilling her erotic pursuit. Saliva was building up rapidly, likely pooling at her feet. A slight
wrong move could see her slip and cut herself open on the sharp edges of his teeth, so he parted his
jaw a little wider and lifted his tongue some more, pulling her too high to press her feet so recklessly
against his jaws.
     The movement must have helped her along more than he realized as another burst of slightly
salty flavour added to the sweetness of Amy's skin. She had climaxed again and now felt limp on his
tongue. He lowered it, allowing her to witness the sight of his flexing throat before her. He reached a
finger into his mouth and gently ran the tip down her back, feeling her tiny body huff and pant with
exhaustion. She was too tired to move in response, yet his feelings towards her compelled him to
make one final offer for her life.
     As gently as he could manage with someone making use of his tongue, he softly uttered the offer
to her. 'Last... chance...'
     'Do it!' She called exasperatedly in reply. 'I have one or two more in me... But I want them to
happen inside you...'
     'You're... sure?' He all but whispered, lifting his finger to gently stroke her ear.
     'Yes...' She replied. 'Swallow me! Please...'
     He said nothing further, withdrawing his finger and closing his eyes as well as his mouth. He felt
her slowly trying to pull herself towards his throat, so he pressed her to the roof of his mouth with
his tongue. The drool that had pooled around her rushed back, prompting him to swallow. She
wasn't down yet, but he heard a muffled squeak of undeniable exhilaration at what must have been
a very loud gulp right in front of her. He almost felt sad, then realized if not him, she'd have found
this experience with someone else. At least he had this to share with her. He tilted his head back...
     The dim light of Amy's phone wasn't much, but it was just enough to make out the arch of the
cheetah's throat and uvula right in front of her. She wanted to touch it, but decided not to. Her
heart, already racing, began to pound even harder as everything shifted in that direction. His tongue
increased its pressure on her legs and waist, causing her saliva slicked body to slide in the only
direction it could. The light now illuminated the back of his throat as she was pressed into it, the
sight flashing briefly across her vision before an enormous amount of pressure on all sides. She
almost climaxed again on the spot, squeaking in primal terror and excitement as a loud wet gulp
surrounded her.
     She blinked and it was over, her vision now dominated by a long stretching tunnel of flesh that
constricted around her. Less forceful than the swallow itself has been, but still enough to make sure
she kept moving in the right direction. She gasped in amazement as the throbbing, vein lined
passage squeezed her in rhythm to the cat's booming heartbeat coming from below. Then it seemed
to be beside her, and finally it was coming from above and behind.
     Her nose felt her arrival before her eyes saw it. She couldn't be sure when Firros had last eaten
something or someone, but it had definitely been at least that afternoon. The light of her phone
showed her the entire chamber, pulsating creased walls of pink and bluish flesh gyrating steadily in
and out as they worked to process what was inside. As the muscles of his gullet finally finished
pushing her down, she fell the last few inches into the caustic soup in the bottom of the pit.
     Most rodents would be terrified, screaming and crying and doing their best to keep out of the
churning digestive fluids. Amy could only stare in wonder, fumbling with her phone to turn on the
flashlight and get a better look.
     Veins were easer to spot now, throbbing in time with the now faint sounding heartbeats. She'd
expected it to be faster, but it seemed apparent that Firros had not gotten the same thrill out of this
as she had. She smiled to herself at the thought. Why would he? He probably ate someone almost
daily, but how often could someone get eaten themselves? It was literally a once in a lifetime
experience.
     Which remined her, she wouldn't have much time. The air smelled like vomit and likely wasn't
actually breathable. The humidity in here was like Firros had said, much hotter and wetter than his
mouth had been. She tried to push her legs against something to crawl out of the acid, but there was
nothing to grip, nothing solid she could find purchase on.
     'Mfff...' Her free hand slithered under the surface. It was not entirely liquid and even now began
to tingle softly against her skin. But she hadn't come this far to abandon her plan. Lying on her back
against the gently pulsating stomach wall, she began to furiously work her fingers into her
womanhood with as much urgency as she could muster. She rested her other elbow beside her,
holding her phone against one of her breasts to keep the light on her surroundings. It was horrible,
disgusting and would literally be the death of her. And she was going to enjoy every last moment.
     A few minutes passed and the effort of reaching her goal seemed to be getting harder by the
second. A chime sounded, seeming so unnatural but also waking her up as she was on the verge of
passing out. She took a deep breath and lifted her phone. It was a text from Firros.
     Are you alright in there? He'd asked. She smiled. He was still worried? She was masturbating
herself to death even as his stomach acids were removing her fur and the top layers of her skin. The
steadily growing pain was fuelling her arousal, but the lack of air was proving to be most
inconvenient.
     Great. Swallow some air for mee/ She managed to type, forcing herself to stay awake with slow
but deep breaths. After a few moments, everything lurched. The liquids covering her lower half
splashed haphazardly about, causing something small and solid to land on her chest. She pivoted her
light to look at it, seeing the unmistakable shape of a mouse sized femur. It was losing its shape and
its rigidity, but it was definitely once part of a mouse's leg.
     After groggily doble checking to ensure her own legs were still attached, she laughed and laid
herself back down. She tossed the bone aside with a giggle and resumed her task, feeling the
corrosive effects of the gastric fluids even more now that she had a lungful or two of relatively fresh
air. Her head had a slight boost to clarity, and she was able to remember how dire her situation was.
     Her final climax came within moments as her renewed vigour and sense of how little time she had
left powered her efforts. Her chest heaved with finality, the effort of breathing now a discomfort
rather than a relief. Her phone chimed again, surprising her with its durability. She weakly lifted it
and opened the next message, feeling the liquids of Firros' stomach lapping higher around her waist
and elbows than they had been before. She wasn't sure if she'd slid deeper or if his stomach was
pumping more acid in, but at the same time she knew it didn't make a difference.
     Still with me? The next message read. Amy smiled as she lifted her phone up with a wobbly arm.
She opened her selfie camera and grinned, giving him a wink and a peace sign as she snapped the
picture and sent a reply. A few moments after the pic went through, his final reply came through.
I'm glad you had a good time. I had fun Amy. Would have loved to see you again.
     Her eyes had made it only to the second sentence before the phone slipped from her fingers into
the acid, the light dying as it sank. Amy couldn't even move her limbs at this point, felt her eyes
drifting shut in the sheer darkness as the lapping liquids grew higher. She'd passed out before they
reached her neck, her final thoughts that of a dream fulfilled.

     Firros stared at the picture Amy had sent. He wondered if the mouse had been aware of her
appearance in that last snap, but her eyes suggested she'd been unable to focus properly and had
just taken the best picture she could guess at. The camera flash had illuminated the pink flesh of his
stomach that she was lying on, and the greenish brown fluid of his own gastric acid combined with
the remnants of recent meals.
     The image was not pretty, the girl was missing huge patches of fur on the visible parts of her
lower abdomen and legs. The exposed skin was reddened at best, almost translucent where the
worst of the acid had corroded her body.
     Firros marvelled at Amy's commitment. She must have had an unbelievable pain tolerance to still
be awake after such punishment. And yet, she'd managed to wink and give him the two fingered
peace sign in her snapshot. And most surprising of all, with a smile on her face.
     Firros smiled too, saving the image on his phone to a hidden folder. Amy had truly been
something special, and this pic of something so horrific yet so natural would be a constant reminder.
There would probably never be another like her. Still, it couldn't hurt to look...


    
      
      
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