Alison felt a chill as she walked slowly across the kitchen counter. The grey mouse was still getting 
used to her surroundings, a new house and a new housemate to share the rent with. Her black hair 
was messy with the rigours of her interrupted sleep. While she had wanted to sleep through most of 
the morning to catch up on her lack of sleep through the earlier week, the unfamiliarity of the place 
had kept her too alert. 
     She stopped at the edge of the sink, feeling a chill in the air through her thin pyjamas. Though the 
air conditioner was capable of heating, she didn't want to turn it on for her own sake. Her 
housemate, Mikaela, wouldn't be too much longer getting back with a late morning brunch of 
something unhealthy. It was the weekend, and both of them knew each other well enough now not 
to be judgemental. 
     It was another ten minutes before the front door opened and the sound of footsteps signalled the 
ginger cat's return. Mikaela was humming something Alison didn't recognize as she stepped into the 
kitchen carrying two paper bags. The cat had worn short shorts and a half top T-shirt on her walk, 
leaving much of her fluffy orange fur exposed. 
     'There's my mouse.' Mikaela called as she set the bags down on the small round table in the 
centre of the kitchen. She stepped over to the counter where Alison was standing and leaned down. 
     'There's my cat.' Alison replied, stepping up to Mikaela's looming face and tapping the top of the 
felid's pink nose. 'So what did you find us to eat? I'm starving.' 
     'I'm gonna make pancakes.' Mikaela announced, standing back up and turning to her left. She 
turned on the stove and took two pans out from the cabinet beside it. Alison followed her and 
proceeded to stand at a safe distance from the flames as Mikaela adjusted the gas on two burners. 
     'I'm gonna stand here and warm up.' The mouse said with a grin. 'So, what are pancakes? Is it 
really good to be eating cake for breakfast?' 
     'It's not actually cake.' Mikaela answered. 'It's more of a... actually I don't know. But it's a 
breakfast food. Have you really never heard of pancakes?' 
     'I grew up in a rodent colony attached to a Lago colony, remember?' Alison shrugged. 'Luxury 
food wasn't something we had a lot of.' 
     Mikaela nodded silently, forgetting that most of the people that had moved to Leona City after 
the Equality laws passed had done so specifically because of the increase in quality of life. Even if it 
did carry the risk of being hunted after dark. 
     'Well, don't let my dubiousness stop you.' Alison said with a shrug. 'Because now I'm curious.' 
     'Alright then.' Mikaela smiled back. She put her forefinger to her lips and kissed it before tapping 
it on top of Alison's head. Alison resisted the urge to grab hold of the cat's hand and instead let 
herself shiver in delight at Mikaela's warm but brief touch. 
     The mouse watched as the cat began preparing ingredients. Eggs, flour, milk, small amounts of 
sugar all went into a bowl to be mixed together. Mikaela seemed to have a practiced ease at 
cooking, one she attributed to her time living with Clive and his sister Therese. Therese's partner Ben 
would visit frequently and had a passion for cooking that was undimmed by Clive's attempts to 
compete. 
     The batter was ready in minutes and poured into the two pans to begin cooking. As they waited, 
the cat pulled a chair close to the counter and leaned in towards the mouse with a soft smile. 'So, 
did you enjoy your sleep in?' 
     Alison shook her head. 'Too hard to relax here. Still unfamiliar with the place I guess.' 
     'Aww, how's the apartment?' Mikaela asked. 
     'You mean this one?' Alison raised an eyebrow. 'Or mine over there?' She gestured to the 
dollhouse sized structure across the far end of the counter, a micro sized apartment designed to be 
installed in larger dwellings for rat or mouse sized housemates. It contained all the same furnishings 
as its larger counterpart, and was designed to be installed in the kitchen of a larger apartment where 
it could be directly fixed into the plumbing and electrical networks of the host structure. 
     'Both?' Mikaela shrugged. 'I know the big place is nice, but only you can say if the little place is 
any good. Is it much like your old place?' 
     'Almost exactly the same.' Alison nodded, turning around and letting the heat wash over her 
back. 
     'Maybe we can get some walkways installed.' Mikaela suggested. 'That way you could get to the 
living room without having to climb down the cabinets or waiting for me to carry you.' 
     'But I like getting carried.' Alison grinned. 'Especially in your nice warm... hands.' 
     'Sure.' Mikaela smirked. She leaned closer and pursed her lips, prompting Alison to step closer 
and lean into the kiss. The cat's lips enveloped her entire face in their soft embrace and the mouse 
gripped the fur either side of them to hold herself in place. 
     'Mmf?' Mikaela tried to lift her head back up only to find Alison still clinging to her face. She 
raised a hand and gently plucked the mouse off herself, wincing as the giggling mouse held onto her 
fur. With another firmer tug, she managed to pull Alison off her lips and set her back down on her 
shoulder. 
     'Sorry.' Alison said sheepishly, snuggling into Mikaela's neck. 
     'Every time.' Mikaela replied, standing and turning her attention back to the pancakes. Taking a 
spatula from the cutlery drawer to her right, she flipped the cakes to their opposite sides. 'Not long 
now, little mousie.' 
     'Ooh?' Alison looked down at the steadily sizzling food. 'It smells good. I can't wait.' She slowly 
made her way to the front of Mikaela's neck, using her hands and feet to grip the cat's fur until she 
could nestle herself just above the pair of large breasts. 
     'Be careful.' Mikaela said, brushing a finger over Alison's head. 'You don't wanna fall into the pan 
while it's on full heat.' 
     'Then hold onto me tight.' Alison replied. 'And don't let go.' 
     'I have a better idea.' Mikaela replied, wrapping her hand around Alison's tiny form and setting 
her back on the counter. 'Stay there until I'm done, then you can get as clingy as you want.' 
     'Promise?' Alison pouted as she was set back down. 
     'Yes.' Mikaela replied with a kissing motion. The pair had grown very close very fast, but Alison's 
affection had often bordered on reckless. This left Mikaela typically being the voice of caution when 
the mouse's clinginess led to her potentially endangering herself. That and her strong fixation on 
Mikaela's mouth had led to some dangerous close calls. 
     The next minute passed without much fuss. Mikaela turned the stove off after deciding the 
pancakes were ready and readied herself a plate. Since Alison's appetite was as tiny as she was, 
there was no need for a second smaller plate. The two had become accustomed to Alison simply 
taking what she could manage of Mikaela's own meal and Mikaela eating the rest. For the most part 
they seemed to enjoy the same things, but there were still times where they would prepare their 
own food and eat by themselves.  
     Once Mikaela had put both large pancakes onto a single plate, she prepared a spot on the table 
and cleared the shopping bags to the counter on the opposite side. She took out a bottle of syrup 
from one of them and returned to where Alison was waiting, gently scooping the mouse into her 
free hand and carrying her to the table. Once she had placed Alison and the syrup bottle on the table 
she retrieved a knife and fork before taking her seat. 
     'They look good.' Alison commented, leaning on the edge of the plate. 
     'Try a piece.' Mikaela nodded, giving the syrup bottle a shake to try and get the thick substance to 
the nozzle ready to squirt. She watched as Alison tore off a small piece of pancake and lifted it to her 
mouth. The mouse's eyes went from curious to wide in delighted amazement. 
     'Mff, wow this is good!' Alison exclaimed. 'Why do any of you hunt when you can eat stuff like 
this all the time?' 
     'Oh this is sweet.' Mikaela began, squirting a generous dose of syrup over top of her breakfast. 
'But nothing really compares to having someone squirming desperately for survival in our belly. 
Satisfies every instinct in a carnivore's body. Try a bit of that cake with syrup.' 
     Alison was shivering with adrenalin as Mikaela described her fondness for living prey, but 
followed the cat's suggestion and dipped another piece of pancake into the syrup as it flowed onto 
the plate. In the next moments, Alison's knees buckled and she drooped in sheer bliss. 'Oh my gods... 
This is even better!' 
     'Right?' Mikaela smiled, lifting her knife and fork and cutting her own first bite. As she ate, she 
saw Alison watching her intently. The mouse woman's bizarre fascination with pretending to be cat 
food was not something that Mikaela understood, but it was something she was willing to humour 
and enjoy for her own part. 
     The top pancake was almost gone in less than a minute, trails of syrup marking the edge of the 
plate. Alison had dipped both of her hands in the runoff and was licking the sticky sweet substance 
from between her fingers. 
     'Enjoying yourself?' Mikaela asked. She moved her fork to ready the next cut, stopping short as 
Alison climbed the plate and leaped into the middle of the second pancake. 'What are you doing?' 
     'Couldn't help myself.' Alison retorted. With a childish grin, she grabbed the pancake by the side 
and rolled herself up in it. 'Come on. Finish your breakfast.' 
     Mikaela sighed and smiled softly, dropping her knife and resting her head on her free hand. She 
poked the rolled up pancake softly with her fork, stopping just short of actually skewering Alison's 
body. 'Just once I would like to finish a meal without you jumping in the middle of it.' 
     'Pff, that's no fun.' Alison scoffed. 
     'Yea, you're right.' Mikaela laughed. She dropped the fork and picked the rolled-up pancake up in 
both hands, grinning as she felt Alison squirming inside. With a deliberately slow show of opening 
her mouth and licking her lips as she brought the mouse filled breakfast close. 
     
     Alison felt her body start to tingle with the anticipation of Mikaela's warm inviting maw. The lips 
were before her now, parting to reveal the pearly teeth and glistening pink tongue. A wave of hot 
breath carried the scent of the sweet syrup over her before the lips enveloped her completely. 
     The mouse squeaked in ecstatic delight as her face dipped into Mikaela's warm and squishy 
tongue. Her body went from tingling to burning in desire and she pulled herself free of the pancake's 
hold. As she slid herself deeper into Mikaela's maw, she felt the tongue raise to bar her from pulling 
herself too much further. 
     'You never let me have too much fun!' Alison called out in protest despite the absolute bliss she 
was feeling. Mikaela didn't reply, but proceeded to use her tongue to slowly and gently play with 
Alison's body as though she was a piece of sugar candy. Using practiced motions, the cat pinned the 
mouse to the roof of her mouth and gently but firmly slid the tiny pyjamas off her writhing form. 
     'Mff, yech.' Michaela pulled the tiny garments from between her lips and dropped them aside. It 
was hit or miss if they'd ever be wearable again, but neither of them gave it a second thought. Now 
naked, Alison's flavour was unimpeded on Mikaela's tongue and the two of them began to enjoy this 
breakfast game much more. 
     Alison did her best to wrap her arms and legs around Mikaela's giant writhing tongue even as it 
attempted to manoeuvre her around from one side to the other. The mouse's tail flipped around 
uncontrollably and slapped against the cat's teeth and tongue. 
     'Aahh...' Mikaela opened her jaw briefly, sending a wave of hot humid air over Alison and briefly 
illuminating the pulsing archway of flesh further back. 
     'Oooh!' Alison's eyes went wide despite the acrid odour washing past her and clamoured to pull 
herself towards the rippling darkness. Mikaela's uvula bobbed up and down as though it was 
beckoning the mouse closer, daring her to submit to what lay beyond. In moments like these, Alison 
was almost beyond thoughts of survival, her every drive begging her to experience the full gamut of 
what Mikaela's body would do to her if she were to go beyond that beautiful throat and give herself 
to the growling belly beneath. 
     'Uh uhh!' Mikaela's voice echoed around her as the cat's forefinger and thumb pinched her tail. 
Alison almost cried as she was pulled back away from her goal and the twitching tongue rose up to 
obscure the gorgeous sight before her. She felt the cold air assail her drool-soaked fur and skin as 
Mikaela pulled her free and set her down on her other hand. 
     'Please?' Alison looked back up at her. 'Please, just once?'  
     'You're right.' Mikaela nodded with a smirk. 'That can only happen once. And that's exactly why I 
don't want it to happen at all. I love these games, and I love eating mice. But I also love you and you 
are not food to me anymore.' 
     'I know...' Alison slumped. 'But there has to be a way.' She perked up a little as Mikaela stuffed 
the rest of the pancake into her mouth and then lifted Alison to her neck. Alison loved moments like 
these almost as much as she loved being in the cat's mouth. She could feel and hear the rippling 
musculature beneath Mikaela's fur and skin each time the cat swallowed some of the food down. 
The mouse shivered in sheer bliss every time, her ear pressed as hard up to Mikaela's neck as she 
could manage. Each time she envied Mikaela's food, whether it was inanimate like these pancakes 
or a far less willing rodent than Alison herself that the cat was making a meal of. 
     'I just... don't think it's possible.' Mikaela said sadly. 'Part of me wishes it was, but even if we did 
figure something out, it'd still be dangerous. A cat's belly is not a safe place for a mouse.' 
     'I'm sure there would be enough time.' Alison said, still clinging to Mikaela's neck with a sense of 
longing and desire. 'How long did you say a mouse usually lasts after you've swallowed them?' 
     'F-forty minutes.' Mikaela answered, wrapping her hand over Alison's form and giving the nearest 
equivalent to a hug that she could manage to someone that size. 'I mean, usually less. About forty 
minutes was the longest I've had one still moving inside me.' 
     'Sounds like there would be time enough to have some fun?' Alison suggested with a pleading 
tone, nuzzling into Mikaela's neck with a sense of adoration and longing. 'What if I had a... a string? 
Like a lifeline that you could use to pull me back out?' 
     'Ohh...' Mikaela felt herself growing to the idea despite the danger. As much as she didn't want to 
risk Alison's life, there was no denying that being able to swallow the small woman would add a 
strong element of exhilaration to their already heart pounding games. 
     'Yes!' Alison squirmed out of Mikaela's hand, climbing onto her arm and then leaping up to land 
herself on top of the cat's nose. 'Come on, do it! Go get your sewing kit.' 
     'I-I guess the worst-case scenario is just that I make myself throw up...' Mikaela conceded, 
beginning to slowly pant and salivate at the thought of sending her lover to where her breakfast 
went. As she walked to her room with Alison still perched on her face, her mind and heart both 
raced as thought of the mouse being in her stomach began to awaken her own libido. 
     Her hands were shaky as she dug through her drawer, finding a roll of blue string that looked 
sturdy but that wouldn't be too uncomfortable being dragged through her throat. Alison practically 
danced with giddiness as Mikaela sat herself down on her bed and slipped off her shorts. As the cat 
laid herself down, the mouse jumped onto her chest. Mikaela began to remove her shirt, prompting 
Alison to slide herself further and come to rest on top of the fluffy cream fur of Mikaela's belly. 
     'Soon...' Alison practically purred, rubbing her still drool soaked body into the soft fur beneath 
her. Her anticipation was matched only by Mikaela's slowly growing excitement, something that 
didn't take the mouse long to notice. 'Ooh?' 
     'What?' The cat asked, partially involved in trying to loop the end of her string into a small 
makeshift harness. In her distraction she almost didn't notice Alison squirming under the elastic of 
her underpants. 'Oh? Oh!' She parted her legs once she realized what was happening, allowing the 
mouse to reach her destination much more easily. 
     Mikaela forgot the string for a moment, instead letting herself enjoy the heavenly squirming 
caresses from within her womanhood. As Alison made her way deeper inside, Mikaela slipped her 
right hand into her underpants and began to assist. 
     Alison couldn't see much, as little if any light was making it this far to illuminate the quivering 
flesh that surrounded and squeezed her with every pulse of Mikaela's increasingly rapid heartbeat. 
She felt the firm but tender touch of one of Mikaela's fingertips against the soles of her feet as the 
cat pushed her slightly deeper inside. 
     The mouse's head bumped into the end of this tight pulsating chamber and she could feel the 
cervix against her face, the only thing separating her from the cat's vagina and he deeper passages 
of the womb just beyond. She flexed her limbs and stretched out as much as she could, twisting and 
pressing her body into the compressing walls around her. Each motion brought another gasp or 
moan from the cat and another shudder or twitch in the undulating flesh that she pressed herself 
into. 
     Mikaela pushed herself into the peak of her own climax with the aid of her squirming lover 
writhing in her. 'A-are you alright?' She asked, probing around until she found Alison's tail and took 
it between her fingers. She pulled Alison slowly free of her own depths and lifted the exhausted 
woman up to her face. 
     'I think... I might... need a while...' Alison panted. 'And maybe a shower.' 

     An hour passed. Alison had cleaned herself up and Mikaela finished making the tiny harness.  It 
had been difficult to refrain from continuing their games straight away, but both could tell that the 
rest was definitely needed before what they were about to attempt. 
     Mikaela was the first to speak, pulling a chair across to the kitchen counter where the micro 
apartment was installed and peering in through one of the windows. 'Anybody home?' 
     'What you selling?' Alison replied, stepping into the front room and smiling back at the large eye 
looking in at her. She had showered herself, standing naked now with her fur pristine and her hair 
tied back in a short ponytail. Her phone was grasped in her left hand. 
     'Cat rides.' Mikaela answered. 'Tumbles, a waterslide and a hot tub. Free for one time only. Is the 
lady of the house interested?' She leaned closer and opened her mouth wide, giving Alison a full 
show of what awaited. 
     'One time only?' Alison gasped. 'Then I'd be silly to miss this.' She stepped up to the window and 
reached out to place her free hand on Mikaela's exposed tongue. 
     Mikaela slowly withdrew her tongue from the small window and leaned down so she could see 
inside the small apartment again. 'Are you, um... Are you ready?'  
     'Of course!' Alison practically jumped out her own window, leaning forward to the point she 
almost overbalanced herself. 'Gimme your hand!' 
     Mikaela laughed and held her hand up, opening her palm and revealing the string harness she'd 
made. 'Alright, hop on and strap that around yourself. Safety first.' 
     Alison crawled onto the cat's hand and picked up the string. It had been looped several times in a 
way that would easily slip around her shoulders like a backpack, allowing her to be pulled free as 
long as she kept her arms together. 'Oh yes... Why didn't we think of this sooner?' She put her arms 
through the loops and stood ready. 
     'Because I was worried about you.' Mikaela replied softly. 'And besides, I never realized how, uh, 
deep your fascination went.' 
     'Deep.' The mouse grinned. 'Now give me a kiss.' 
     Mikaela smiled and lifted Alison to her face. She leaned forward and puckered her lips before 
planting her kiss on top of the mouse's head. She felt Alison lean back into the kiss, her entire face 
pressing into the cat's glossy black lips. After a few moments of this soft connecting embrace, 
Mikaela pulled back slowly. 
     'I will never get tired of this.' Alison said, panting slowly. 'Now... I, I'm ready. Let me hug that 
tongue again.' 
     Mikaela gripped the string from a small distance above Alison's head and lifted her into the air. As 
she carried the mouse closer and lifted her above her own face, her head tilted backwards and her 
lips parted slightly. The anticipation of what they were about to do was burning in both of them. 
Alison was squeezing her legs tightly together as she hung from the string, and Mikaela shifted 
restlessly on her chair. 
     Alison gasped as Mikaela suddenly opened her mouth wide beneath her feet. The sight evoked 
something primal in the mouse, a buried instinct that tried to scream at her to run, to hide and get 
as far away from the giant carnivore as she could. But she couldn't. Even were she not bound and at 
the cat's mercy, the sight had triggered one of her other base desires. 
     Mikaela's tongue was covered in drool, the sight of the helpless mouse causing her to salivate 
relentlessly. It pooled in the crevices of her tongue, steadily dripping from every corner of her mouth 
and leaking from the edges of her lips to soak into the fur of Mikaela's cheeks and chin. The cat's 
body wanted the mouse it had been promised, and Alison was burning with the desire to give 
exactly that. 
     Her body quivered as a wave of hot wet breath exuded from Mikaela's maw washed up over her 
moments before her feet touched a pool of saliva on the cat's tongue. The warm slimy substance 
made it difficult to keep her footing and she slipped onto her rump as she was lowered past the soft 
lips and glinting teeth. 
     Alison shimmied herself on the spot immediately, rubbing her flavour into Mikaela's tongue and 
sliding herself further inside the giant humid maw. She braced her feet and hands on the molars and 
fangs as the tongue slid up her body and curled around her back. She released her grip as the tongue 
reeled her further back, bringing the arch of the pulsating throat much closer. The mouse's tail 
flickered around and dangled further from between Alison's legs, the tip just reaching the dark folds 
of Mikaela's throat. 
     A soft but deep moan of pleasure echoed around Alison, accompanied by another blast of the hot 
humid breath as Mikaela slowly exhaled again. Alison ran her right hand across the ridges of the roof 
of Mikaela's mouth and used the leverage to press her back into the slimy warmth of the curling 
tongue. 
     Mikaela's mouth closed, making her tongue press Alison into the roof of her mouth firmly but 
gently, the warm muscle flexing and causing Alison to slip closer to the throat. 
     Alison felt her heart racing and her feet touch the back of Mikaela's throat. A sudden twitch of the 
flesh pressed her ankles together and the mouse's hands grasped desperately for something to stop 
her descent. She almost lost her phone, the moment of clarity bringing her to reaffirm her grip on 
the device but lose any chance of stopping what would come next. 
     Another soft but deafening moan ran through Mikaela's throat and echoed in Alison's ears 
moments before the cat swallowed. Alison felt the tight embrace of the throat around her legs and 
hips as Mikaela's uvula almost slapped her in the face. The string around her arms pulled a little 
tighter, but not enough to arrest her movement. 
     'T-this is it, huh?' She called out, stammering in trepidation. She couldn't deny how much she 
wanted this, but as her body began to sink into the dark fleshy abyss, she found herself beginning to 
doubt. Her loins burned with pleasure and her breathing increased in kind despite the humid stench 
of Mikaela's breath surrounding her. She had wanted to full visceral experience, and now it was 
upon her. 
     Mikaela swallowed again, this time the rippling musculature of her gullet completely enveloping 
Alison once the tongue had risen and pushed her into the oesophagus completely. Alison panted 
frantically, reaching for the thread above her and then realizing she still had her phone gripped 
tightly in her left hand. 
     She fumbled and found the home button, causing the dark around her to illuminate the squeezing 
flesh of Mikaela's throat as the mouse was forcibly pressed downwards with rhythmic pulses and 
contractions. Mikaela's heartbeat and each shallow breath could be heard much louder from in 
here, making Alison realize that she was passing right between the lungs and heart on her way to a 
different destination. 
     After what felt like a chaotic yet blissful few minutes, Alison felt something beneath her feat. A 
ring of twitching flesh halted her descent for the briefest moment before the pressure vanished and 
allowed the mouse to continue being squeezed down. Far from the freedom to move she had 
expected, Alison felt only the hot caustic slime of gastric fluids on her legs. 
     As she was squeezed down, she felt herself sink into the pool of chyme and gastric acid almost 
immediately. She barely had time to register what was happening, fumbling with her right hand to 
grasp the thread moments before she was pulled beneath the surface. She gasped for a breath 
between the lapping of the hot slime that accompanied every heartbeat, every pulsating motion of 
the stomach walls. Her left hand felt like it would crush her phone as she tried to unlock it and call 
Mikaela. She needed the cat to swallow air, and she needed it soon or she would quickly suffocate. 
     Between frantic glances and trying to keep the acids from splashing in her eye, she managed to 
call Mikaela. When she heard the cat's voice, indistinguishable over the constant gurgling and 
splashing of the stomach, she called out desperately. 'Swallow air! Now!' 
     She took another deep breath and waited. Mikaela said something else, equally hard to hear 
before the environment around Alison suddenly shook. There was a lurch, a loud groan, and then 
the mouse felt herself drop. The air went from hot and humid to slightly more bearable, but the heat 
remained present and stifling. 
     Alison was able to look around now, the stomach expanded almost like a balloon with the gulp of 
air Mikaela had given it. Miraculously, her left hand was still able to make use of her phone's touch 
screen despite the coating of slime that it and her hand had received. She turned on the phone's 
torch, and her breath caught as the dim light of the screen was replaced by the much brighter LED of 
the phone's flashlight. 
     'Ohh... my gods...' Alison's eyes widened in amazement. The walls of Mikaela's stomach were a 
surprising shade of pink and almost purple in patches, with throbbing blue veins visible throughout 
the slick glistening surface. It was about halfway full from what Alison could tell, the 
indistinguishable muck she had almost drowned in moments ago now only partway up her waist as 
she sat. She could feel the rippling flesh beneath her and against her back as she allowed herself to 
recline, only faintly aware of her lifeline still pulling against her shoulders every few moments with 
the steady movement all around her. 
     'Are you okay?' Mikaela asked, her voice audible on the phone's speaker now that it was no 
longer competing with the roiling of caustic fluids around the mouse's ears. She felt the faint 
vibration through the surrounding flesh as the cat spoke, but her vocal cords were apparently too 
high above and focused upwards for her voice to carry back down. 
     'I am!' Alison replied, lifting her phone up and clicking the icon to change the call from voice to 
video. Mikaela's worried expression filled the screen, her tense gaze relaxing as she saw that her 
friend was alright, before quickly turning into a look of amused bewilderment. 
     'Ew. Is that what my stomach looks like inside?' Mikaela asked, scrunching her face. The top end 
of the thread dangled from between her lips as she spoke. 
     'Yea!' Alison laughed. 'Wanna see how your pancakes are doing?' She didn't wait for the cat to 
reply, angling the camera to show a section of chyme that still had some vague semblance of the 
masticated mass it had been when it arrived here. 
     'You're a weirdo.' Mikaela scrunched up her face and shook her head. 'Don't stay in there too 
long or that's gonna happen to you.' 
     'Relax!' Alison laughed. 'Stomach acid isn't as potent as everyone thinks. Just give me twenty 
minutes... and don't burp away my air.' 
     'I'll try.' Mikaela replied with a kissing motion. 'I'm pulling you out after twenty minutes. Setting a 
timer. Let me know if you need to get out of there sooner. I don't wanna digest you.' 
     'Of course.' Alison nodded. 'I'll be careful. I love you!' 
     'I love you too.' Mikaela replied. The screen went black after that as the cat ended the call. Not 
that Alison could blame her, Mikaela may have been willing to indulge this fantasy but the mouse 
was well aware that her cat lover didn't share her fascination. It was one thing to let the small 
woman play in her mouth, as that was a game they could both enjoy. 
     But to actually be swallowed alive, willingly and with the intent to be pulled back out? Alison had 
never believed she would find any feline willing to entertain the idea. Mikaela was a rare find 
indeed. 
     Her right hand sank below the acid surface and felt her feminine zone with a sense of furious 
urgency. She had to make the most of this time, to climax as often as she could manage in this 
gyrating paradise before her time was up. Whether Mikaela rescued her or turned her into cat 
pudge was entirely in her own clawed hands now, but the cat had shown enough fondness for the 
mouse that Alison felt safe with her decision. Or at least as safe as a mouse could be while playing 
temporarily in a cat's stomach. 
     The stomach was not being gentle as it worked, the autonomous organ not sharing any of the 
tender affection its owner had for this temporary occupant. As far as it was concerned, Alison was 
more meat. More food to be dissolved, processed and absorbed by the organ and the intestines 
further below in the cat's body should the prey's lifeline fail. 
     Alison laid herself back as she caught her breath from her first release. It would be so easy to 
simply slip her arms free of this thread, to call and say one final goodbye to Mikaela before 
surrendering herself to the cat's belly forever. She'd sink into these very fluids, letting them dissolve 
her skin, her flesh and maybe even her bones before enzymes would combine with her broken down 
body and be reabsorbed, fuelling Mikaela's beautiful form. However briefly, Alison would be one 
with her lover, belonging to her in every sense of the word. 
     But this was heaven. And as magnificent an end as it would be, they were both still so young. 
They could both do this again and again if this plan worked, and maybe one day in the future, the 
game could be played for the final time. 
     The thought helped push Alison to her second orgasmic release with a tense clenching of her 
knuckles and thighs, the blissful feeling only interrupted by the tingle that had begun to assail the 
softer parts of Alison's lower naked body.  
     She gripped the thread and tried to pull herself slightly higher only for it to slip down with her. 
Mikaela must have felt the motion too, as it pulled back moments later and successfully lifted Alison 
to a more bearable part of the stomach where the chyme was a little shallower. 
     Alison directed the light at herself, only now noticing how red the skin of her groin had become. 
The tingle of her own sexual release had masked the slight damage that the gastric acid had 
wrought, and she realized that twenty minutes had perhaps been too optimistic an estimation of her 
time here. 
     Her eyes returned to the lumps of what had been pancake dispersed about, and it occurred to her 
that she had entered the organ while it was well in the process of digesting a recent meal. The acids 
had likely been less diluted than she had anticipated, and now that she was aware of the increased 
danger, the tingle in her nethers and down the length of her tail seemed to grow into a dull pain she 
had thus far been able to almost subconsciously ignore. 
     'Oh no...' Alison shook her head, realizing that the stomach had also increased its movements, not 
only trying harder to churn its contents but also to rid itself of the unwanted air it had been forced 
to accept. A rumble and a soft burp from above prompted another lurch as Mikaela tried to keep 
more air down, but it wouldn't be enough. The furious digestive organ had work to do, and was not 
about to tolerate any more interruptions. 
     Alison's hand grasped the phone, but it was now far more difficult to hold herself steady enough 
to press what she wanted. She let go of the thread with her right hand to try and use the phone 
more accurately, but another furious lurch from the stomach trying to do its work made her slip. The 
phone fell from her grip and landed in the juices beside her, causing the light to get much dimmer. 
     'Crap!' The mouse cursed. She could still make out where the light was coming from beneath the 
surface of the viscous liquid, but it had been carried by the current to almost the deepest point of 
Mikaela's stomach. If she tried to retrieve it, she would have to completely submerge herself. And 
she would have to search blindly. 
     She shook her head, deciding that the phone was gone. Her only hope now was to pull on the 
thread and hope that Mikaela realized what it meant. Her hands were too covered in slime to get a 
proper grip, so she was forced to weave the string around her arms to exert any downward force on 
it. There was a small, disgusting suction pop as she managed to lift herself free of the acids. But she 
didn't seem able to put enough pressure on the string anymore to actually pull downwards. 
     A warm spot landed on her cheek in this already humid place. She closed her eyes before 
anything could land in them, since with the lack of light there was no need to keep them open 
anymore. With more effort than she was expecting, she managed to pull herself a little higher. A 
loud rumble echoed around her from just above and she felt the gastric juices immediately rise to 
her chest. 
     At the same time, she felt the top of the stomach, the ring of tightened flesh she had passed 
through on her way down forcing her to slightly duck her head. The air was almost gone with that 
burp and every breath now was a risk. With one stroke of bad timing, she could accidentally inhale a 
lungful of stomach acid. Alison felt the string pulling again, once more forcing her head to duck 
further against the stubborn sphincter above her. The stomach was not co-operating with Mikaela's 
efforts to rescue her lover, its insistent clenching almost seeming to demand that it be allowed to 
keep this morsel. 
     Alison began to genuinely panic, her racing heartbeat now less exhilarated and more triggered 
survival instinct. She pushed a hand into the clenched ring of muscle, the slime coated limb 
managing to slip into the tight gap after a few moments of searching. She felt the string pull taut 
once more and frantically slipped her other hand into the tightening sphincter as well. 
     One more powerful and violent clench of the protesting stomach threatened to crush Alison as 
Mikaela began to pull her free. The juices clung to her body, making it difficult to breathe but also 
forming enough lubrication for her to slip between the powerful muscles that were doing their best 
to keep their prey inside. 
     Alison clung to the string for deal life as she was pulled back up the cat's gullet, managing only 
shallow breaths as she was pulled against the pulsing peristaltic contractions that were doing their 
best to force her back down. She slowly blinked her eyes open and looked up, barely able to make 
out a dim light that occasionally shone down from Mikaela's open mouth and quivering throat 
muscles. 
     After a few more cautious tugs, Alison was close to the top. The entrance behind Mikaela's 
epiglottis twitched as she tried to pull the mouse out of her throat. Alison could feel the slight drop 
in temperature as the cat inhaled, then gagged once more as she pulled Alison free of her gullet. 
     Alison gasped the cold air and blinked her eyes through the blinding light. She felt the string tense 
around her shoulders for a few moments until Mikaela's hand grasped her gently from below. 
     'Alison? Are you okay?' The cat's voice followed the mouse out from between her soft lips. Even 
after what she had just gone through, Alison was drawn to the sight, drawn to the feline beauty of 
every part of Mikaela's body. 
     'I'm okay...' The mouse panted. 'Oh, my gods, that was amazing. You are fantastic...' 
     'Where's your phone?' Mikaela asked. 'Don't tell me...' 
     'Your belly wanted to keep me inside.' Alison giggled. 'I lost my phone trying to keep myself out of 
your stomach acids. Hehehe...' She coughed up a mouthful of juices that were not entirely her own, 
then rolled onto her back in Mikaela's palm. 
     'Well, I hope you had fun.' The cat remarked, carrying Alison over to the sink and wincing as she 
set her down into the sink. She rinsed her stomach juices off her own hand, then lessened the water 
flow so Alison could use it as a makeshift shower. 
     'I did, I really did.' Alison said between bouts of soaking her head under the running water. 
     'Well, I'm sorry but it won't happen again for a while.' Mikaela responded. 'That string wasn't 
exactly pleasant, and pulling you back through my throat actually hurt a little.' She rubbed her neck 
with a slow motion and swallowed loudly as she leaned down closer to Alison. 
     'Really?' Alison called sympathetically. 'I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was gonna be so 
uncomfortable for you.' She stepped out of the water and pushed her hair out of her face, her 
dripping naked body threatening to revive Mikaela's appetite. 
     'Well, it wasn't entirely unpleasant.' Mikaela grinned, lifting Alison out of the sink and setting her 
back on the counter. 'But, all the same? I think I'm gonna let my belly keep the next mouse I give it...'