     Mikaela hung up her vest and lanyard and made her way out through the storeroom's back dock. 
She didn't normally work this late, but had opted for the later shifts now and then to allow for her 
therapy sessions in her mid-morning appointments. On this particular occasion, she had felt 
especially validated upon the session's completion and anticipated a hunt in the area before she 
drove home. 
     The street lights were dim, as was always the case. Even when non felids had become citizens, 
they had never been adjusted to more than what a felid needed to see their way around. Which was 
of course good news for prowling cats, far less enthralling for those they hunted. 
     She made a quick stop past her car to drop off her shoes and sunglasses, with neither being 
needed for what was to be her night ahead. Here in the grocery store's parking lot there were still 
other cars, mostly belonging to the night crew that would spend their shift restocking shelves and 
receiving overnight deliveries, plus a few that exploited the available space to park here in order to 
hunt in the area. She also took a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching before quickly 
changing her pants for loose shorts, and her work shirt for her favourite loose shirt. Her fur being 
thick and fluffy made her favour loose clothing, as it felt far less restrictive. 
     Mikaela took a deep breath and mentally recited the mantra she had developed with the guidance 
of Dr. Jargal. The therapist had unofficially joined Mikaela for two of her previous hunts, but warned 
that doing so too often was pushing the bounds of professionalism. So tonight, Mikaela was 
committing to hunt by herself. This would be her test. If she could cast aside pity and successfully 
hunt alone tonight, she'd have made the progress the therapist wanted from her. 
     She walked purposefully on soft footpads across cold asphalt and concrete, stepping too lightly to 
make a sound. Keeping to the shadows, she made her way past the front of the shopping centre and 
farther into the main business district. There were numerous small businesses along the first few 
streets, with the more established venues farther along, closer to the centre of the city itself. 
     She pursed her lips and took a few slow, quiet sniffs of the air. There was at least one other felid 
somewhere about, but she also detected something more alluring; the sweet odour of some sort of 
rodent at the end of their day, vaguely masked by a faded perfume. Probably a worker from one of 
the small chain restaurants in the area pushing their luck or forced to work late. She picked up her 
pace and kept close to the buildings as she moved, exploiting every shadow she could. 
     She could hear a voice now. Young, female, arguing with someone Mikaela couldn't hear. Probably 
on the phone. As the cat rounded the corner towards the voice, the source became clear. Beneath 
the sign of a place called Edra's, a squirrel and a blackfooted cat stood side by side. The much smaller 
felid was almost childlike at first glance, but Mikaela could see that he was actually an older man and 
his size was simply due to his species. More surprising than that, the felid did not seem to be hunting 
the squirrel, but rather waiting patiently as she spoke on her phone. 
     Her voice was panicked. 'I called Ezra, and my parents.' She said to the old cat. 'I just need to hope 
one of them gets here soon.' Mikaela narrowed her eyes. Something about the squirrel was familiar. 
Her voice, her brown and tan fur... Mikaela had seen her before, she was sure of it. In any case, if the 
small cat was the squirrel's only protection, or uninvolved at all, then this should be fairly easy. 
     The sound of a vehicle rounding the end of this street caught both of their attentions and Mikaela 
repressed the urge to hiss in frustration. If the squirrel managed to get into that car, Mikaela would 
miss her chance. Eating someone alive at this time might be legal, but property damage still wasn't. 
It was best to make her move now. 
     Mikaela moved, still silent as she left the shadows of the adjacent corner. It took a few moments 
for the pair to notice her, and she relished the sight of their unease and fear. 
     The old cat looked to Mikaela uneasily, then back to the squirrel before he spoke. 'Jenn, I can't 
interfere. I'm sorry...' He took a few steps away, resigned to watch whatever would play out next. 
     'Jenn...' Mikaela remembered now who the squirrel was as she continued to stalk closer. 'I thought 
I recognised you. How've you been?' 
     'Uhh, good.' Jenn replied, glancing nervously backwards. The car was halfway up the street, still a 
precious ten seconds from being close enough to be a viable escape. They both knew if Mikaela was 
going to secure her hunt, she'd have to move before then. 
     'Who's coming to save you?' The ginger cat asked, her stance slightly lower where she could 
spring into a pounce at any moment. Mikaela could feel her anticipation growing, the part of her 
mind that relished this feeling finally beginning to return after so long being repressed by guilt. She 
had not realised how much she had missed this. While Therese may have failed to make a meal of 
this rodent, Mikaela was about to succeed. And she was going to relish every moment. 
     Jenn faltered, taking a single step back, and that was enough. Mikaela's eyes focused like a laser 
and she sprang forward, dashing with claws and teeth bared. Jenn's terrified gasp and faltered 
attempt to turn and run only made this all the more enjoyable. The cat couldn't wait to feel that fur, 
that sheer panic flavour on her tongue followed by the desperate squirming from inside her belly. 
     Jenn screamed as Mikaela collided with her, pinning her to the ground with her much larger and 
stronger form just as the car skidded to a halt less than ten feet from their position. The sounds of 
car doors opening prompted Mikaela to look up from her catch. Two squirrels were on the ground, 
an older man a step from the driver's door, and a similarly aged woman clutching the hood of the car 
from the other side. She had a terrified expression, contrasting the determined but wary anger on 
the face of her husband. 
     'Parents?' Mikaela realised out loud. 'Ooh, that's a bit rough.' 
     'Lucius?' The woman called in a panicked voice. 
     'Stay in the car, Lorin!' Lucius retorted. 'Stay ready to get out of here.' 
     'What's happening?!' A younger, equally panicked voice sounded from somewhere in the car's 
backseat. 
     'You brought Jerald?!' Jenn cried out incredulously, still struggling in vain against Mikaela's grip. 
     'We were panicking and in a hurry!' Lucius snapped. 'It's not like we had time to find a babysitter!' 
     Mikaela laughed, the empathy she had feared thankfully absent from her mind in this moment. 
'So what was your plan? Overpower me? Seriously, three squirrels? I could easily eat one of you now 
and drag another home for breakfast.' 
     Before Lucius could answer, another motor sounded somewhere in the distance, down the 
adjacent street back where Mikaela had come from. This one was louder, dirtier, fewer cylinders. A 
motorbike. 
     Jenn's struggling renewed and she tried to squirm free enough from Mikaela's grasp. 'Ezra?' She 
called out, wincing as Mikaela pinned her back in place. She kept Jenn pressed down with one hand 
while her other began to undo the buttons of her fancy looking red vest. When they were undone, 
she hoisted the squirrel off the ground with ease and slipped the vest off from behind. Jenn 
squeezed her eyes shut and winced as her arms were pulled backwards, and Mikaela resisted the 
urge to nibble the girl's shoulder. 
     The squirrel's parents were still frozen in fear and indecision beside their car. No doubt they didn't 
want to watch their daughter be eaten alive, but neither it seemed were either of them willing to risk 
their own necks. It was an interesting situation to Mikaela, and ironically the perfect test of her 
resurging instincts. Gone was the guilt fuelled empathy she'd been grappling with ever since she had 
unintentionally digested Alison. In its place was the unfettered desire to once more feel live prey 
make the trip to her stomach. Young, old, it wouldn't matter. In moments like this, the shy girl that 
she normally was didn't exist, only the ruthless hunter. Dr. Jargal would be so proud. 
     'One of you can take her place, if you really want to save her?' Mikaela offered, starting now to 
unbutton the white shirt that had been under the vest. 'Better decide fast though, her scent is... 
delicious.' 
     Both squirrels' eyes widened in horror at the thought. They exchanged a glance before looking 
back at Mikaela. At the same time, the motorbike drew close enough to see, and Mikaela was able to 
make out the size of the rider. They were definitely bigger than a squirrel, so probably big enough to 
be a carnivore. Still smaller than Mikaela herself though. 
     As the bike screeched to a halt, the rider leaped clear and tossed aside their helmet. A polecat, 
and he continued towards her with an intense stare of his blue tinted eyes. 'Get your hands off her.' 
     Mikaela rolled her own eyes and nodded her head towards Jenn's parents. 'There are two more 
right there, ferret. This one is mine.' 
     'The hell she is.' The polecat snarled, inching closer in a low and aggressive stance. 'Get your damn 
claws off her, and try your luck with me.' 
     Mikaela wanted to laugh, but the threat wasn't entirely without merit. She could floor this fool 
easily, he may have been much larger than the squirrels but he still wasn't big enough to threaten 
her significantly. Still, she wouldn't have it easy fending him off and keeping Jenn in her grasp at the 
same time. More interesting though was the implication of his threat. 
     'Oh...' Mikaela sighed as the realisation sank in. 'You two are together, is that it? She called you... 
Ezra?' 
     'Yes.' Ezra snarled again. 'Now get off her.' 
     'I told you, she's mine.' Mikaela replied firmly. 'And don't try to offer me yourself, I'm not falling for 
that. I'd get you halfway down right as you let loose with that stink gland of yours. I know all about 
you weasel sorts.' 
     'Then I will fight you.' Ezra approached closer, close enough to spring a surprise attack if she let 
her guard down. 
     'Why?!' She demanded. 'Why put yourself at risk for someone you should just eat?' She lifted Jen 
slightly, loosing the last button of her shirt and beginning to remove it as the squirrel whimpered 
through a feeble effort to keep herself clothed. The cat's eyes didn't leave the polecat's the entire 
time. 
     Still, Ezra seemed poised to take advantage of the moment Mikaela's hands were occupied, and 
darted forward with a swipe of his claws at her midsection. She reacted as he expected, but her 
speed was slightly slower than his and his claws hooked into her shirt. Momentarily snared, he was 
unable to free himself before she lifted her leg over his shoulder and dropped her weight, pinning 
him to the ground with a soft thud. 
     To her surprise however, was an extra pair of small hands trying to prise her grip from Jenn's 
shoulder. She looked back down and saw Lucius, having finally found some courage, trying to help his 
daughter pull free. As sweet as it was, Mikaela was not in the mood to be denied a living meal 
tonight now that she finally had her hunting groove back. She leaned forward with mouth open 
wide, aiming to snap her jaws over his head if he was stupid enough to persist. 
     As expected, he slipped back out of her reach, releasing his grip to do so. Mikaela grinned 
savagely, but was not ready for her forward lean to lessen the pressure her rear had on Ezra. She felt 
him shift partially free, followed a moment later by his teeth clamping around her tail. 
     'RAAARHH!' She yowled and spun on the spot, swinging claws blindly and catching Ezra across his 
shoulder. As he retreated, she realised with alarm that she had let go of Jenn. She turned back 
around and saw her being rushed towards the car by her father. 
     'Look out!' Her mother screamed as Jenn launched towards them. The pair were able to react just 
in time, Julius pulling his daughter aside just before Mikaela hit where the car's rear door was open 
and waiting for them. Instead, she found herself face to face with the terrified face if a young squirrel 
boy. 
     'Get away!' He cried, unable to flee and too panicked to undo the seatbelt that held him in place. 
The sight of the helpless boy and the scent of his panic almost pushed her to abandon Jenn and 
snare the boy instead, but the feeling of someone trying to pull back on her leg took her focus back 
away from him. 
     'Leave him alone!' Jenn screamed, her claws frenziedly trying to pull Mikaela backwards but 
unable to form a proper grip through her thick fur. Mikaela growled and levelled a kick towards the 
smaller woman's midsection. As agile as squirrels normally were, Jenn's frantic state had left her 
unprepared and she felt the full brunt of the cat's foot. 
     'No!' Ezra darted forward and dropped to all fours over top of Jenn's prone, gasping form. Mikaela 
met his snarl with her own and her ears flattened in anger. This was becoming needlessly difficult 
and now her tail was throbbing where he had bitten it. 'I am not letting you take her!' 
     Mikaela's ears twitched again, and an immediate awareness of her surroundings prompted a smile 
to creep across her face. 'Alright.' She nodded slowly, then spun rapidly and sprang towards Jenn's 
mother. 
     'Lorin!' Julius cried out in terror as the older woman was pinned to the ground beside the hood of 
their car. 'E-Ezra, help!' 
     'Too late.' Mikaela hissed, gripping Lorin's squirming form tight to her chest and running. The 
woman's cries and attempts to scream were muffled by Mikaela's fur and breasts, and the cat 
ignored the shouts and crying coming from behind as she sprinted back towards her own car. If she 
made it there, she was as good as done with this hunt. 
     The squirrel managed to squirm enough to scream, prompting Mikaela to clamp a hand over her 
face. She could feel tears soaking into her fur and felt her mouth salivating in response. After a 
minute passed, her car was back in sight and she felt sheer glee as she rested her prey against the 
back door. Taking a moment to catch her breath as she pinned Lorin in place, she fumbled through 
her pocket for her car keys and unlocked the doors. Lorin stared back at her through eyes swelled 
with tears and sobbed through ragged breaths. 
     'P-please don't do this to me!' She begged. 
     'Well, it was gonna be your daughter.' Mikaela shrugged, dragging her to the rear hatch door of 
her small hatchback before opening it and tossing the smaller woman inside. She spared a quick 
glance around, noting with satisfaction that they hadn't been followed here. Then she swiftly and 
immediately climbed in and closed and locked the car again, trapping prey in the confined space with 
her hunter. 'Nobody is coming to save you. Do you wanna take your own clothes off or should I do it 
for you?' 
     'N-no nono, please!' Lorin sobbed, shivering and pressing herself into the back of the passenger 
seat, seeming to desperately hope she'd somehow fall through it and be able to run away. Hoping 
that one of the others would assail the car and try to free her. 
     'Fine.' Mikaela rolled her eyes, lifting a hand with unsheathed claws. 'I'll do it myself.' As she 
snared Lorin's top and dragged her closer, her other hand gripped the squirrel by her neck. With her 
catch secure, and far less patience this time, she raked her claws through the woman's top. After 
pulling the shredded garment free, she reached again and neatly snipped her claws through Lorin's 
bra. The elegant business pants were almost a shame to destroy, but since the rodent wasn't co-
operating Mikaela did what she had to do until her prize was naked, shivering and primed for 
consumption in her eager grasp. 
     The cat wasted no more time. Lorin's hysterical sobbing turned to a brief scream as Mikaela's jaws 
enveloped her head, almost immediately muffled as the jaws closed. The taste of sweet squirrel fur 
with a day's worth of pheromone and accumulated flavour was beautifully accentuated by the tears 
pouring from the rodent's eyes. Mikaela seized Lorin's arms before any real resistance could mount, 
gripping them tight to the squirrel's body and using this grasp to guide her prey deeper. 
     She worked her tongue and jaw as needed, coating the soft fur with her practically flowing saliva. 
She took her first real swallow accompanied by a gentle push with her hands, and could feel the 
feeble squirms and muffled screaming move deeper into her throat. 
     Lorin responded by trying to kick her legs into Mikaela's chest, but the cat simply spun herself into 
a sitting position and held her prey tight by the ankles. Now, with gravity lending its aid, Mikaela took 
another deep gulp and felt the squirrel's hips pressing against her lightly closed teeth. A more lewd 
felid might exploit this vulnerable position, but Mikaela was only feeling hunger at this point. She 
tried to ignore the familiar deep flavour of the woman's loins, as it briefly reminded her of Alison's 
own endeavours inside Mikaela's mouth that now seemed so long past. She squeezed her eyes shut 
and swallowed again, all but forcing the squirrel's hips into her gullet with her tightening grip on the 
woman's ankles and shins. 
     Lorin's head had reached Mikaela's stomach with that last push, prompting a renewed wave of 
struggling as her face had doubtlessly been introduced to the preliminary gastric juices that would be 
waiting for her. Mikaela relished the sensation, remembering with a growing euphoria how it felt to 
have such a satisfyingly full belly. 
     At this point, Lorin's own desperate attempts to curl her head out of the pooling fluids to avoid 
drowning did more to pull the rest of her inside than any effort on Mikaela's part. The squirrel's 
ankles and flailing tail were practically dragged down the cat's throat, leaving her with an itch inside 
that elicited a small amount of coughing. 
     'Blehh...' Mikaela lolled her tongue out of her mouth, patting at it with her hand and trying to 
dislodge a layer of fine loose fur that her tongue had snared from Lorin's tail on the way down. That 
was the one disadvantage of squirrels, that damn bushy tail of theirs. Rabbits, rats, mice and so on at 
least had the decency to have smooth tails or short ones. Still, as the full weight of the small 
woman's body came to fill her stomach, Mikaela looked down at her now distended belly. It wasn't 
an overly large bulge, but the slightly visible wriggling and the ecstatic sensation of the poor 
occupant's desperate struggle to stay alive rested in her mind almost as blissfully as the aftermath of 
sex. The muffled cries, begging and the breaks into frenzied sobbing were almost like a lullaby. A 
confirmation that despite little visible evidence, a living person was indeed stewing away inside this 
cat's stomach. 
     Mikaela was back. The grief-stricken meek girl Alison's death had turned her into had finally found 
the will to push through and be who she was again. She would always remember Alison of course, 
but as a cautionary tale as much as a lost love. 
     She rested her hands on the round twitching mass, now able to feel more definitively where 
Lorin's hands and feet were pressing outwards every few seconds, only to be squeezed back into 
place by the merciless musculature that surrounded her. If not for how fluffy and thick her fur was, 
Mikaela realised she would probably even be able to see it. She let herself recline a bit more in the 
back of her car, resting a foot against the back window carefully and her other bent and propped 
against the back of the driver's seat. It took some effort to stay awake. She didn't want to fall asleep 
here, but she wasn't going to start driving just yet. Twenty minutes, maybe half an hour. That should 
be enough time for her stomach to put an end to the squirrel's desperate squirming and cries. 
     And Mikaela was going to enjoy every damn second. She needed it. She... she earned it. 

     
     
