A hangover... That was the first thing Meredith was aware of. A pounding in her skull like a 
hammer dropping on her brain with every heartbeat. The grey rat girl's every effort to move 
compounded by the intense pain of every given moment. 
     The next thing to enter her throbbing mind was panic. Where was she? She remembered the 
concert. Jackalope had performed spectacularly as expected, and then the party group had headed 
to their post concert gathering at a high end motel to mingle and meet the band members during 
their own post performance relaxation. She had wanted to speak to Jack, to Jade, to tell them both 
how much their music had inspired her. But with so many other murids clamouring for the 
performers' attentions, she had given up and resigned to a night of heavy drinking with her friends 
instead. 
     This place seemed reasonably familiar. She was probably still somewhere in the motel. Looking 
around slowly, she was able to determine that she was in one of the larger bedrooms the place 
offered. She had seemingly passed out on the floor halfway between the closet and the bed, with a 
cluster of rat sized bottles nearby. No sign of any of the other rats or mice that had been with the 
group, so she had clearly made an ass of herself alone in here. Classy... 
     She stood herself upright, pushing some of her messy black hair from her bloodshot brown eyes. 
Why hadn't she ended up in one of the Murid rooms with the friend group she had come here with? 
Whose room was this? She tried to look up at the bed, but it was still too dark to make out anyone's 
shape specifically. Especially with her eyes as unfocused as they were. Whoever was in that bed 
would just have to be a mystery for the time being, and Meredith could worry about where and why 
after a little more rest... 
     A low moan woke her back up a short time later, and she lifted her gaze in time to see the large 
bed's occupant beginning to stir in the early morning daylight. A pale grey furred hand with spots 
fumbled towards the window's pull cord, missing several times with groans and growls of 
exasperation. Finally catching the dangling cord in its grip, the felid hand pulled and the room was 
plunged back into relative darkness. A few moments later, the felid sat up, and Meredith's tired eyes 
widened in disbelief. Jade Melody was in that bed!
     'Holy crap...' Meredith murmured, inadvertently catching the snow leopard's equally tired looking 
gaze. 
     A smile crossed the large felid's face as she lifted a hand and waved. 'Wow... Looks like we both 
had a few too many drinks last night, huh?' 
     'Uhh, I guess?' Meredith stammered, more than a little starstruck. 'Look, I didn't mean to come in 
here last night... whenever I did that. I'm sorry! Really!' 
     'Don't worry about it.' Jade shrugged, shifting herself sideways and standing clear of the bed. 
'What's your name? I think I saw you around a few times last night. You look like you were waiting for 
a chance to say something.' 
      'Meredith.' The rat answered. 'And I was. But there were just so many people. In the end I gave 
up. But I did want to say how much I love your music.' 
     'That's always nice to hear, no matter how many times I hear it.' Jade nodded, smiling sweetly at 
Meredith as she stepped closer and knelt down on the floor. 'Want a lift?' 
     'To... where?' Meredith asked, confused but stepping with a slight stumble to lean on Jade's 
offered hand. 
     'First thing in the morning after a night of drinking? I think bathroom.' The snow leopard laughed, 
a pleasant mirthful sound that eased the rat's hangover almost as if it was by magic. 'Oh, and you can 
call me Zaya.' 
     'Z-Zaya.' Meredith nodded, climbing onto Zaya's palm and staying on her hands and knees to avoid 
losing her balance as the snow leopard carried her into the bathroom. 
     'Hmm...' Zaya thought for a moment, then headed to the fancy looking basin. 'Nothing here is 
your size, but if I run the basin's tap at a slow flow you should be able to use it for... well, whatever 
you need.' There was a glint in her mouth as she spoke, the glimmer of her diamond fitted jade 
tongue stud. 
     'R-right.' Meredith nodded as she was lowered into the nearly flat surface of the basin's interior, 
trying not to dwell on the carnivore's mouth. 'Just don't forget me in here.' 
     'I won't.' Zaya laughed as Meredith stepped off her hand onto the smooth porcelain surface. She 
turned the tap's lever slowly, balancing it carefully to not be too hot or cold. When she was happy, 
she stood and gave the rat a glance. She lifted the soap dispenser from where it rested on the basin 
counter top and squirted a small pile of liquid soap onto the slope near where Meredith stood. It 
slowly began o run towards the hole, but there would be plenty for the rat to make use of before it 
was gone. 'I'll leave you to it. Just give a shout when you're done. Gonna have a quick shower myself.' 
     'Sure thing.' Meredith nodded slowly, still feeling some of her last night's consequences bouncing 
heavily through her head. Once Zaya had stepped away and was out of sight, she quickly stripped her 
clothes off and tossed them to the side. They had a slight stink about them, inevitable after the night 
she'd had, but she could at least give herself a good rinse. She also took advantage of the water's 
steady flow to relieve her bladder. Not her proudest act, but what was a little more degradation after 
waking up hungover in a celebrity's motel room? 
     She made good use of the warm makeshift shower, lathering soap through her fur and hair, giving 
a good rinse and then repeating the process again to get herself feeling as fresh as possible. She 
wished she had some toothpaste to get rid of the cotton mouth that followed a night of drinking, but 
she couldn't really complain. Maybe she could ask Zaya for a bit when she was done. After all, surely 
the snow leopard would be looking to brush her own teeth as well. 
     She got lost in thought as she let herself stand under the flowing water stream, relishing the warm 
water flowing down her form. As she swayed to and fro a few times to cover herself, she noticed that 
Zaya had finished her own shower and was now watching with an amused smile on her face. 
     'Had enough?' Zaya asked with a grin. 'You certainly look much cleaner.' 
     'T-thanks, you too!' Meredith replied, flustered. Zaya hadn't dried herself yet, leaving her long fur 
and blue hair still dripping and clinging to her slender feline form. Completely naked. From the waist 
up at least, since that was all Meredith could see from the bottom of the basin.
     The snow leopard laughed her enchanting laugh again, then opened the mirrored cabinet above 
the basin. She withdrew a toothbrush that was as long as Meredith was tall, and a half full tube of 
toothpaste. She used the flowing water from the tap to wet the brush and then squeezed some 
toothpaste onto it, opening her mouth and beginning to brush. 
     Meredith moved towards her clothes, even if they were dirty they were all she had until she got 
back home. Zaya saw her movement and raised her free hand, gesturing for her to stop. 'What? 
They're all I have to put on.' 
     Still brushing, Zaya didn't reply but did use her free hand to pinch the rat's clothes in between her 
finger and thumb and lift them clear of the basin. Just as Meredith looked ready to protest, Zaya spat 
her toothpaste as close to the plug hole as she could get before cupping her hands and using the 
water to rinse her mouth, spitting again. 
     Meredith recoiled a few steps as she felt her ankles and shins splashed with the spat water. And 
she thought she was lacking class, at least if she had been in Zaya's position she'd have the decency 
to lift the smaller person out of the basin before using it. 'Hey, can you be more careful please?' 
     'Sorry.' Zaya shrugged with a grin. 'I just didn't think it would matter. Normally I don't brush my 
teeth before breakfast, but I figured you might appreciate that much at least. Not that it really 
matters much afterwards.' 
     'Wait...' Meredith felt her blood turn to ice at those words, as the snow leopard denying her 
donning her own clothes suddenly made sense. 'Y-you can't-' 
     'Oh yes, I'm going to eat you.' Zaya nodded, still smiling as if this conversation was the most 
natural thing in the world. 'It's nothing personal. I just get so little free time since I'm so often in the 
public eye. So when an opportunity like this happens along? I really do have to take it.' 
     'But it's daytime!' Meredith shouted. 'This is illegal!' 
     'It's not 6am yet.' Zaya grinned. 'I still have almost twenty minutes of legal hunting time. Sun rises 
early this time of year, remember?' 
     'Noo...' Meredith felt her legs turn to jelly as Zaya's hand reached for her. She fitted almost 
comfortably in the felid's grip as she was scooped from behind. She made a desperate attempt to 
jump free, but Zaya's hand moved with her motion, snaring her tail and leaving her dangling upside 
down before the hungry woman's face with practiced ease. Of course, how many murids must this 
cat have eaten over the years? Such a basic attempt to escape would be child's play to predict. 
     Zaya lifted her higher and twisted her tail between her fingers, causing Meredith to be right way 
facing when the snow leopard opened her terrifying tooth lined maw, punctuated by the diamond 
studded tongue jewellery glinting under the bathroom lights. A wave of warm mint scented breath 
hit Meredith in the face and she screamed as the sight came closer. Almost immediately after the 
rat's hands, chin and chest landed against the tongue, Zaya released her grip on her tail. There wasn't 
enough time to try and squirm around though as the jaw closed and the lips pursed, forming a seal 
that Zaya used to slurp Meredith almost entirely inside her mouth. It wasn't at all a comforting 
sensation, but the rat was at least grateful that she wasn't between the felid's teeth. 
     But then again, perhaps that would have been a mercy. As she felt Zaya's tongue compress her 
body into the hard ridged roof of her mouth, Meredith was forced to contort her limbs to avoid the 
pressure getting too much and snapping one of her arms at the elbow. The strain caused a cry of pain 
that turned into a whimper of horror as she slipped deeper into Zaya's mouth. She couldn't see 
anything with the snow leopard's lips sealed, but she could feel the hot, pungent breath passing from 
the cat's lungs through the throat to be exhaled from her nose, followed by cooler air flowing back 
down. She would only feel that if she was... 
     She moved her head slightly and felt her nose bump the quivering but firm flesh at the back of 
Zaya's throat, recoiling as best she could a split moment later. The tongue bucked and curled straight 
after, accompanied by the booming of Zaya's voice in a soft amused giggle. Meredith kicked as hard 
as she could, feeling her foot impact uselessly on the inside of a firm incisor. The tongue dropped, 
shifting its position and then lifted again, once more pressing Meredith into the roof of the mouth 
and slavering yet more drool into her fur. This time however she also had the unfortunate discomfort 
of Zaya's tongue stud being pressed forcefully into her lower back. That would have been bad 
enough, but the next thing she felt was worse. Pressed as she was against the roof of Zaya's mouth, 
the felid's tongue ran slowly over her body. She felt the tiny barbs through her fur, not just coating 
her with more saliva but steadily wearing away her stamina as the rat tried desperately to resist.
     The tongue dropped again and Meredith was just able to draw enough breath to scream before 
the pressure once again drove the air from her lungs. A soft yet deafening moan of pleasure rang 
around the rat's ears, Zaya's voice being far less pleasant at point blank range. 
     She managed to squirm just enough to manage a frantic but weak kick to Zaya's teeth, then 
sobbed as she realized how little it meant. Even so she felt desperately compelled to try again, 
glancing as best she could to try and line up with one of the smaller incisors. 
     To her surprise, her kick sailed past and hit nothing as Zaya opened her mouth. The momentum 
caused her to slip, and moments later she found herself grasped in the felid's hand and once again 
staring into those intense but beautiful blue eyes. Her breathing was ragged and still shallow, and 
now all she could smell was the musty stench of the cat's thick saliva still clinging to every inch of her 
body. 
     'P-please don't...' Meredith begged, trembling weakly as she tried to push the snow leopard's 
fingers from her chest. 'Every day as a scavenger I still idolised you... I snuck into dangerous places 
just to hear your music! You made my life bearable when everything else about it was hell!' 
     'That means a lot.' Zaya replied, running her free hand through Meredith's matted hair and 
watching the drool string between. 'Really, I appreciate knowing my music means something to 
people like you. But I told you, I just can't let opportunities like this slip by. It's nothing personal. If 
you were in my position I wouldn't blame you. A girl's gotta eat.' 
     Meredith squeezed her eyes shut and began sobbing as she was carried back towards Zaya's 
mouth. She felt the heat of the maw a few moments before feeling the tongue pressed to her chest, 
then the teeth clamped lightly but firmly around her waist. The rat opened her eyes and whimpered 
as she was slurped completely inside with her face coming to rest against the cat's twitching uvula. In 
the next moment she felt Zaya lean her head back. She felt the suction on her body and knew this 
was it, feeling her body drawn deeper before being squeezed on all sides. 
     The first swallow was deafening but not final, only taking her to the brink of Zaya's gullet. In the 
near total dark she glimpsed the epiglottis fold as she was squeezed again. This time, with another 
deafening gulp, she felt her body being pressed and forced downwards. The tight muscular tube 
compressed her in rhythmic pulses and ensured she moved in only one direction. Her ears were 
overwhelmed by the sound of Zaya's contented sigh and booming heartbeat matched only by the 
sickening squelching sound her own body made as it slid deeper into the cat's body. Her eyes were 
useless now so she kept them firmly shut, and she struggled to catch even a shallow breath due to 
the mass of saliva that accompanied and surrounded her body when she had been swallowed. 
     Not that breathing was optimal at a time like this. Even if she wasn't risking drowning in saliva, the 
stench this deep inside the carnivore's body was unbearably overpowering. After a few more seconds 
of this agonising experience, she felt her nose hit the sphincter at the bottom of the oesophagus. She 
wanted to scream, to thrash and fight back, but she couldn't move at all. The pressure from the 
peristaltic waves above pushed harder and harder until the sphincter finally gave way. She was 
immediately assailed by the acrid stench of stale air and gastric acid. She landed in a heap on her 
back and slid down the sloping wall of undulating flesh until she reached what was the bottom. A 
pool of hot, pungent and viscous liquid clung to her fur and skin as she fumbled to right herself in the 
cramped surroundings. Even sat in a curled fetal position, the stomach walls were surrounding her 
almost completely, pressing in from below, all sides and above. She reached up, clawing blindly to try 
and find the way she had just come in but it was sealed tight. The sphincter that had squeezed her 
through was now indistinguishable from the pulsating rugae that surrounded it, and the slimy walls 
only dripped more caustic fluids onto her as she desperately sought a way out of her predicament. 
     Everything shifted as Zaya began moving outside. Meredith had no way of knowing what was 
happening out there anymore, but it seemed apparent that the felid was not giving her breakfast any 
further thought. She hugged her knees close and devolved into a fit of shallow sobs once again as 
she was steadily jostled about. Zaya was walking somewhere, but it was impossible to hear anything 
from outside over the surrounding heartbeat and the horrific wet sounds of her own body being 
compressed and slowly digested. 
     'Damn you...' Meredith muttered between shallow, uneven breaths. 'I... I loved you so much...' 
     Everything lurched to her left suddenly and she screamed as the fluids splashed across her face. 
Even with her eyes closed she was not spared any discomfort. Her eyelids twitched as the acids 
began to wear through the thin sensitive skin and she squeezed them tighter in her desperate 
attempt to keep the caustic liquid from her eyes. 
     But even so, her nose, tail, her hands and feet, her nethers and her nipples... All of it was exposed 
and already feeling the effects. She began to wonder how long the foul air supply would last in here 
and hoped against every survival instinct in her body that it wouldn't be long. 
     'Why like this?!' She shouted frantically, trying to push outwards with her hands and feet. 'Why 
not make it quick? Bite my head off, break my neck, why couldn't you just end it?! Why do I have to... 
why...' Her voice trailed off as the effort of shouting even briefly exhausted her. She already knew the 
answer of course, carnivores needed to dominate their prey. Outside, Zaya would have felt this 
outburst. She would have... relished it. The thought brought with it a new wave of despair even as 
the stomach walls compressed her back into her curled up position, churning and kneading her flesh 
to coat her with a fresh layer of gastric juices. The only logical recourse now was to... give up. 

     Zaya sighed as her hand gyrated furiously between her thighs. She had really hoped the rat might 
give more struggles, put up more of a fight or at least cry a bit louder. Maybe her admittance of 
appreciation had really diminished Meredith's will to fight. One little outburst wasn't much fun at all, 
but it was still enough to push Zaya to the edge. She panted as he got closer to finishing, wondering 
if the rat had yet figured out what she was doing. Maybe that's why she was refusing to contribute 
further? 
     The snow leopard grinned at the thought, wondering if the frenzied attempts to survive that 
rodents typically exhibited inside her could really be overpowered by simple spite. She rolled onto 
her side, then front and lifted her rear into the air. A few more faint struggles emerged but they 
didn't last long. Stubborn rat. Still, it was enough to get her to the finish. She gasped as the rush 
swept through her body from her loins, and let herself droop back onto the bed. 
     There was a knock at the door. She took a deep breath and sighed, shuffling just enough to get 
herself under the bed covers. 'Yea, come in.' 
     The door opened and a short figure entered the room. A white rabbit with antler implants, red 
irises and red dye affecting his hair and patches of his fur surrounding his eyes. He was wearing a 
simple blue top and pants and a jacket that seemed a size or two too big. 
     'Hey Jack.' Zaya grinned, waiting for him to close the door before throwing the covers off her bed. 
     'Hey.' Jack replied. 'You're still in bed? You remember they were organising a breakfast, right?' 
     'Oh... I already ate.' Zaya admitted sheepishly. 'You know... Opportunities as they arise. One of my 
fans followed me in last night while we were both hammered.' 
     Jack rolled his eyes and sighed, hopping easily up on the bed and stepping over to where the 
naked snow leopard was sitting. At his full height standing, he was still below her eye level by a few 
inches as she leaned slightly towards him. 'What have I told you about eating the fans, Zaya?' 
     'Try to cut down?' Zaya grinned, blushing through her white fur. 'But she was beautiful. Delicious.' 
     'Yea I get it.' The rabbit cut her off. 'By the smell of things, you just finished enjoying yourself too?' 
     'I got another round in me.' Zaya retorted with a grin as she bit her lower lip. She leaned in close 
to Jack's face and pursed her lips, seeing his eyes widen slightly as she got closer. Her lust for Jack 
was apparent, fuelled further by the fresh feeling in her belly. 
     'Uhh...' Jack hesitated. 'No, sorry.' He placed his hand over her lips and pushed her back slightly. 
     'It's okay.' Zaya leaned back. 'I know I remind you of her and it can't be easy. I just thought that 
maybe by now you'd...' She trailed off, realising that expanding on the situation would be the 
opposite of helpful in this conversation. 
     'Maybe one day, like I said.' Jack replied, lowering his hand. 'Now have yourself a shower and I'll 
see you downstairs.'