Mikaela stared into the night sky, her pupils widening only slightly as the moon entered her 
vision. She had chosen to wear some of her darker clothes for this hunt, but the moonlight would 
still catch the lighter fur on her face and tail if she wasn't careful. She was down on all fours, her rear 
slightly higher than her head as she crawled forward along the side of a building towards the street. 
     This part of the city had been a section of the smaller Felid district once, with the houses around 
sized for felids similar or slightly larger than Mikaela herself. But with Equality had come inclusion, 
and this block and several others had their houses converted into apartment buildings for rodentia 
citizens, creating homes for anyone the size of a rat or smaller. Due to its proximity to her own 
district, it was also prime hunting grounds after eight at night. 
     Her vision would have worked fine even without the moon, but the extra light made her more 
visible to any potential prey. Her eyes lifted and she watched the posts lining each side of the street. 
A tube was connected about halfway down, at enough height to clear the heads of even lions that 
may have to perform work or maintenance in the area. The tube contained the Micro-Rail, a small 
train that would carry rodent citizens along the street, into the heart of the city and home again at 
the end of each day. It still ran less frequently after hours of course, since not every rodent made it 
to the station on time, as well as which there were always the brave few that would attempt to 
travel at night. 
     Or the fools. The cat panned her ears as one of the small trains pulled away from the building she 
was hiding against. She listened for the tapping of tiny rushing feet, the tell-tale sign of a late 
traveller. But as the train got farther down the street, the hum of its magnetic rail gave way to 
nothing but silence. She sighed in disappointment, her tail twitching rapidly as she backtracked into 
the shadows. 
     The houses here still looked more or less the same as they used to, but for the modifications 
made to the doors and windows that prohibited the larger citizens from being able to enter. While 
hunting was permissible on the streets, residents were legally guaranteed safety once they had 
entered their homes. Her only chance was to snare someone before they got inside. 
     The next house repeated the same uneventful story, but the train line suspended on the poles 
lining the streets was too high for her to know for sure whether the vehicle was empty. She tried 
again. And again. Each time her anticipation grew, and each time her disappointment matched. 
     An hour and a half passed, and then the time began to creep closer to ten. A soft rumble reached 
Mikaela's ears, her growling stomach accompanied by her own growling in frustration. It was the 
middle of the week and she could not afford to be out much longer. She stalked the train for one 
more house, once again seeing nobody depart for the street. 
     'Fuck my luck...' She snarled to herself, then took a deep breath before heading for home... 

     Alison reached out with one of her feet, tapping the television remote until her toes felt the 
button she needed to change channels. With a little effort, she began to cycle through what was 
available as her eyes struggled to focus. It was always so quiet when Mikaela left to hunt, and it had 
been happening almost every night since the pair had an argument a few weeks back. The tension 
had eased when Mikaela had resolved to resume hunting, but Alison's own feelings of empathy and 
remorse had driven the cat to hunt far more often than what she felt was normal. 
     The mouse had not meant to impede what came naturally to cats, but somehow their relationship 
had compelled Mikaela to stop hunting altogether. This had resulted in repressed instincts reaching 
a breaking point that threatened to push the two of them apart. Their intimacy had suffered, and 
even now Alison was forced to admit to herself that her attraction to the beautiful ginger feline was 
being harshly tempered by the cat's reset attitude towards rodent-kind. 
     She realized the thoughts had interrupted what she was doing, and she had surfed through all of 
the standard local television networks that the city had to offer. Still, nothing had caught her eye, so 
she tapped the red power button and closed her eyes. The couch was a comfortable one. Being only 
in her underwear, the cool night air was wonderful and it didn't take long for her to doze off... 

     The sound of the front door slamming roused Alison from her slumber. She climbed to the back of 
the couch and looked behind, towards the hallway just as Mikaela stepped into the living room. The 
cat looked dishevelled and grumpy, and Alison was able to discern immediately how successful the 
hunt had been.
     Mikaela immediately dropped her clothes on the floor, staring at Alison as she did so. Alison 
managed to keep herself composed as the cat rounded the couch and slowly sat herself on one of 
the cushions, not once breaking eye contact. 
     'So, an unlucky night?' The mouse asked.   
     'Terrible.' Mikaela replied, lying herself down on the couch on her back where she could look up 
at her small partner. 'I tried stalking the train, but it was either empty or close to it. I didn't see a 
single rodent all night.' 
     'Well, you did good two nights ago, right?' Alison smiled, trying to be positive and reassuring. 
'And I think you can manage tonight okay. You do have some stuff in the fridge?' 
     'It's not the same.' Mikaela sighed. 'I was really hoping for a... well.' She trailed off, mindful of 
recent discussions between the pair. 
     'Yea...' Alison sighed as well. 'Look, about that. I feel like maybe there was a lack of 
communication between us about that whole thing, and that resulted in you being in an unfair 
situation. I wanna say I'm real sorry about not being more straightforward. You went without 
hunting for so long I guess I just assumed you were okay with it. That our... games were enough for 
you.' 
     Mikaela did not reply immediately. Instead she simply let her yellow eyes stare into the blue of 
her mouse partner's until she was reminded of how attached the two had become. 
     'So, how about a kiss?' Alison broke the silence. 
     'Do you trust me enough?' Mikaela asked, sitting herself upright and resting her head on the back 
of the couch a short distance from where Alison stood. 'I may try to eat you. Lose control of my 
impulses.' 
     'It's worth the risk.' Alison retorted coyly. 'Besides, I can think of worse ways to go. At least I'd 
have your belly all to myself.' 
     The words triggered a sense of desire in the cat, making her pupils visibly larger as Alison stepped 
closer. The mouse noticed it immediately, and a smile reached her lips. She reached out and rested 
her right hand on the top of Mikaela's nose, while her left caressed the cat's closed lips and began 
attempting to slip in between. A wave of air seemed to pull her slightly closer as the cat took her 
scent, followed by a puff in the opposite direction as she exhaled. 
     'Ohh...' Mikaela moaned. 'You haven't showered yet.' 
     'Nope.' Alison giggled in reply, getting her hands between the lips as the cat spoke and grasping 
one of the lower fangs to try and pull herself closer. 'Should I?' 
     'Mmmm, no.' Mikaela answered, before her tongue darted from her mouth and lapped across the 
mouse woman's upper torso and face. 'You have more flavour this way.' 
     'You could cover me in syrup?' Alison suggested, unfazed by Mikaela's hot and stale breath as she 
tried to lean in closer every time the cat spoke. 
     'Ice cream is better.' The cat replied, giving the mouse an opportunity to slip her hands and arms 
further inside and press her face into the giant pair of lips around them. Her hands were caressing 
and grasping at Mikaela's twitching tongue now. 
     'Noo, too cold...' Alison pretested, hearing her voice echo slightly in the cavern of Mikaela's 
mouth. The heat of the cat's breath blasting her every few moments was only rivalled by the heat of 
her own loins, and she braced her feet against the fabric of the couch to try and push herself in 
deeper. It had been weeks since the pair had shared this kind of affection, and she wanted it back. 
     Mikaela lifted her head, taking Alison's body with her and leaving her feet flailing against nothing. 
As the cat adjusted her position on the couch to be more comfortable, Alison braced her hands into 
the first molars she could reach on either side and attempted to pull herself even deeper into the 
mouth. 
     'Mmmh...' Mikaela murmured, before her finger snared Alison's tail and began to pull her back 
out. It was done slowly, deliberately to allow the cat to purse her lips tight around the mouse's 
resisting form and savour every last piece of flavour until she was dangling upside down. Alison's 
hands were cupping her now naked breasts, and Mikaela blushed slightly as her tongue shifted and 
she realized Alison's bra had not made it out with her. 
     'You can keep that.' Alison laughed. 'And the rest of it. And me.' She reached out with her drool 
coated arms and beckoned pleadingly for Mikaela to bring her back to her lips. 
     'No, it's too small for me.' Mikaela grinned. Moments later her lips pursed, and she swallowed 
loudly with a deliberate motion, lifting her chin so her rippling neck filled the mouse's vision. 'But 
you're gonna have to go get it if you want it back.' 
     Alison's face shone bright red through the fur on her cheeks as Mikaela lowered her head. 'I-I 
guess I'll have to... Can't go walking around up here topless now can I?' 
     'What would be so wrong with that?' The cat laughed, before opening her mouth wide and 
teasingly bringing Alison closer, gripping her between a finger and thumb gently by the mouse's hips. 
     Alison was rendered speechless at the sight as she was slowly brought within reaching distance of 
the cat's bottom lip. Mikaela's tongue was still just barely out of her reach. The shapely opening of 
her gullet twitched slightly as her tongue bucked and swallowed a pool of saliva that had gathered at 
the back of her throat, with a wet gulping sound that sent intense shivers through the smaller 
woman's already shivering form. 
     'Ahh...' Mikaela exhaled slowly again in a loud contented sigh that rang in Alison's ears. 'Maybe 
you should warm up a little bit out here first...' Her hand carried Alison to her chest, dropping the 
mouse into the cradle formed between her large breasts. Alison landed with a soft bounce against 
the thick fluffy fur that covered the cat's body. 
     'Oh?' Alison raised an eyebrow, guessing what Mikaela had in mind for her warmup. She 
clambered to find her footing, the softness of the fur and flesh beneath making the task less than 
easy but no less fun because of it. With slow and careful grips of the fur beneath her, the mouse 
climbed atop the cat's left breast and gently began to caress the half-concealed nipple, brushing 
bristles of fur aside as she did so. 
     As Alison was about to take the tip of the nipple gently between her teeth, a loud rumble that 
caused the majority of Mikaela's torso to tremble bellowed its protest at the delay. The cat's hunger 
was still very much real, and it seemed as though her body had taken it upon itself to remind them 
both of the fact that she had not eaten in quite some time for that day. 
     'Ooh, that was a little scary...' Alison giggled. 
     'I...' Mikaela blushed even through the ginger fur of her face and sighed. 'I guess I should do 
something about that before we get too... intimate.' 
     'Can I watch?' Alison clung to the fur of Mikaela's chest as the cat slowly stood. 'Up close and 
personal like?' 
     Mikaela scooped Alison into her hand and lifted her close to her lips before replying in a 
deliberately breathy whisper. 'I suppose I can allow that.' As she shifted her grip and deposited the 
mouse on her left shoulder, she noticed per usual that Alison's limbs had turned to jelly and her face 
was a picture of bliss. 
     Mikaela rolled her eyes and smiled as she stepped out of the living room and into their kitchen. 
The small mobile apartment that Alison resided in when not out in the main part of the house was 
affixed in the corner, attached to the countertop where it could be hooked up to the kitchen's 
electricity and plumbing. It was a way that rodents could live with larger residents without the fear 
of having to use much larger facilities than they could handle. A full-size shower would pulverise a 
mouse after all, and the hazards of a full-size sink or toilet were of course, self-explanatory. Despite 
the comforts offered by the small structure, Alison had always preferred to be out with Mikaela 
herself. Since it was just the two of them, the cat made a point to be aware of the fact that the 
mouse could turn up almost anywhere in the house. 
     Mikaela turned her gaze from the apartment and pulled open the fridge. She hadn't been grocery 
shopping for a few days now, meaning there was little in the way of real food inside. Aside from a 
carton that had three eggs left inside, all the fridge contained was a third of a bottle of milk and a 
box that was down to the last two out of a dozen donuts. 
     'Oh crap...' Alison sighed. 'I... I uh, honestly thought you had more than this in here.' 
     'I guess it's donuts for dinner.' Mikaela sighed. She reached in and withdrew the box before 
closing the fridge and heading back to the living room. As she plopped herself back on the couch, 
Alison bounced and slipped from the cat's shoulder, managing to catch herself on the slope of 
Mikaela's left breast. Mikaela giggled at the drop and opened the box on her lap. The last two 
donuts were a vanilla and a strawberry flavoured pair. 
     'Which one are you gonna eat first?' Alison asked, sliding herself off her boob seat and dropping 
down into the box. 
     Mikaela shrugged. 'Why don't you pick?' 
     'Alright.' Alison nodded. She looked from one pastry to the other, taking a few moments before 
settling on the vanilla donut. She climbed atop the edge, then shifted her position and sat herself 
atop it, so that her legs dangled into the hole in the middle. 'This one.' 
     Mikaela grinned as she lifted the donut close to her face. 'Well, this one does have a pretty 
appetizing sprinkle on it. Good choice.' She licked her lips and opened her jaws as she brought the 
donut in for the first bite. As her teeth bit into the first quarter, Alison lurched forward into 
Mikaela's lips and turned the bite into a brief but blissful kiss. 
     'Mff?' Mikaela did not expect the sudden move, looking down to see the mouse still connected by 
a string of drool that hung between the cat's lower lip and the mouse's cheek. 'Well that sure was 
dangerous.' 
     'Couldn't help myself.' Alison laughed, breaking the saliva strand with her hand before leaning as 
far forward as she could on her pastry seat. 
     'Damn thing is stale.' Mikaela muttered, chewing for a few moments before audibly swallowing 
and letting her mouth hang open for Alison's enjoyment. 
     'Finish up anyway.' Alison shrugged. 'You can use me to get that awful taste out of your mouth.' 
     'Hmm.' Mikaela smiled again. 'You're just full of ideas tonight, huh?' She did as Alison had 
suggested, bringing the donut in towards her mouth and this time being more mindful of the 
mouse's lust driven impulses. As she half expected, Alison took the opportunity when Mikaela 
opened her mouth to take the next bite to dive between her teeth and splay herself on the drool 
covered tongue. Mikaela didn't stop what she was doing, completing her bite and leaving Alison in 
her mouth accompanied by the smooshed pastry and vanilla icing. 
     The cat pretended to ignore the tiny squeals of exhilaration and joy as she carefully chewed the 
donut while doing her best not to catch the mouse between her teeth. Likewise, when trying to 
swallow, she took as much care as she could to keep her reckless partner from trying to go down 
with the food. Alison's squeak of delight was loud, even muffled through Mikaela's cheeks. 
     The cat reached a finger and thumb between her lips and snared the mouse by her foot. As she 
carefully pulled her partner clear, she slurped as much of the excess flavour-soaked drool off the tiny 
body and swallowed loudly with Alison's shivering form dangling just in front of her rippling neck. 
     'You...' The mouse panted. 'You... keep finding ways to... make that so much... fun.' 
     'Glad you're enjoying it.' Mikaela grinned, planting a soft kiss on Alison's exposed belly. 'But can 
you let me finish my food before you try to join it? You're putting a lot of strain on my self-control. 
I'll go get your phone and harness after this, alright?' 
     'Maybe now?' Alison replied hopefully.
     'No.' Mikaela shook her head and took the next bite with Alison still dangling just out of reach. 
'Maybe you could think about a little self-control yourself, huh?' 
     Alison went limp, and her expression became a playful pout. 'Can I at least sit on your nose?' 
     'No.' Mikaela responded with a mouth full of pastry. 'You're covered in spit.' She instead lowered 
the drool-soaked mouse back into the box beside the strawberry donut. She sat looking wistfully up 
at Mikaela as the cat finished the last bite of the first donut with a deliberately slow bout of chewing 
and an audible swallow. 
     As Mikaela looked down on Alison and the second donut, she was greeted by the pleading puppy 
dog eyes of the mouse as she splayed herself over the pastry and clung to it with a playful 
possessiveness. 
     'No donuts without this sprinkle.' Alison teased, giving the icing a long slow lick and leaving a bare 
spot on top where she rested her chin and looked back up at the cat. 
     Mikaela rolled her eyes and set the box down. 'Fine. I'll be right back.' She returned to the kitchen 
and leaned in close to Alison's apartment on the counter. The harness she had made for their games 
was left rolled up on the balcony, and the mouse woman's miniscule mobile phone was just inside 
the balcony doorway on a mouse sized dresser beside an equally scaled bed. It was a bad habit of 
Alison's not to keep her phone close when she wandered the house, but it was also a mark of just 
how safe she had begun to feel here. 
     Upon her return to the couch, Mikaela looked down to see that a part of the donut had been 
eaten away by Alison, and the mouse was now reclined in the centre. 
     'Ready for the rest?' The mouse asked flirtatiously.  
     'I sure am.' Mikaela replied. She dropped the harness and phone into Alison's lap and slowly lifted 
the donut out of the box. 'Better get that thing strapped on. Because this donut is going down.' 
     Alison's grip tightened on the string and her phone as Mikaela leaned closer, her looming maw 
slowly opening to reveal its glistening beauty to the mouse. The pink tongue lolled forward briefly 
before lowering to allow the fangs of both jaws to clamp onto the section of donut just to Alison's 
left. She glimpsed drool-soaked crumbs of pastry still beaded between the barbs of the cat's tongue 
before the sight was replaced by the feel of bristles and the soft skin of the pink nose brushing 
against her side. A moment later, Mikaela pulled away leaving the segment of donut that had been 
there moments ago now empty. 
     'Mmff...' Mikaela murmured. 'This one is stale too.' 
     'Don't worry.' Alison reassured her, slipping her arms between the loops of string excitedly before 
dropping the remaining length to dangle free over Mikaela's lap. 'You have a wonderful dessert 
waiting for you. And it's getting impatient.' 
     'Well, who can argue with that?' Mikaela retorted with a grin. She swallowed her mouthful and 
came in for the next, leaving Alison on the last quarter of donut still gripped between the cat's 
fingers. Once this mouthful was also finished and making its way down her gullet, Mikaela brought 
the final piece and its excited sprinkle to her lips. With the makeshift harness now fastened securely 
around Alison's torso, she was feeling far more at ease about what was to happen next. 
     'I'm gonna record this trip.' Alison teased. 'For later.' She watched as Mikaela's face blushed 
through her fur again. The cat hated the idea of these sessions being recorded, but Alison had 
persisted in her teasing of the idea, gradually wearing down her partner's resistance. 
     'Fine.' Mikaela sighed deliberately close, fogging up the tiny phone's camera. 'Just wait until 
you're inside. I don't want my face in the video. And don't say my name!' 
     'Fine.' Alison pouted in return. She clicked a button on her phone and the tiny flashlight turned on 
in preparation. 'Ready when you are.' She gave a lick of her own lips, then brushed a hand over her 
topless chest where her fur was still matted with the now dried out coating of the cat's saliva she 
had received scant minutes ago. Her breathing began to get deeper and faster as the moment 
approached, bringing the peak of her arousal with it. 
     Mikaela felt her own heart begin to race and her breathing increased to match as she opened her 
mouth and placed the mouse laden donut piece inside. The stale flavour of the old pastry was soon 
accompanied and overpowered by the tantalizing taste of Alison's fur and skin. The string of their 
improvised harness hung down over her chin and down her torso between her large breasts, the 
mouse's lifeline when the game had gone on long enough. 
     Alison clung with her arms and legs to Mikaela's undulating slimy tongue, feeling the barbs 
against her breasts and belly as she playfully interfered with the cat's efforts to chew the old donut. 
She laughed as a grunt of playful frustration echoed around her from the gorgeous throat barely an 
inch from her face. Directing the light towards that beautiful arch of flesh, she hit the button to 
begin recording and released the tongue so it could carefully go about its work. 
     Mikaela moaned in pleasure as she was able to separate the mouse from the pastry, chewing the 
stale food just long enough to make it easy enough to get down. She worked the pastry towards her 
throat, relieved as Alison slid herself to the forward end of her tongue at the same time. She 
remembered that Alison was recording this time, and must have lined herself up to get a shot of the 
food going down before she took her own trip. 
     Alison heard Mikaela's moan of amusement, but kept her sight, camera and light focused on the 
masticated pulp of pastry in front of her. The cat's head tilted back slightly, allowing the slimy mass 
to slide until it rested just beneath the cat's glistening uvula. With a loud wet lurch, the entire 
tongue shifted and dropped back down. Nothing was left but the exposed and bare throat with only 
strings of saliva where the chewed piece of donut had just been. 
     Mikaela heard Alison's moans of pleasure as she gulped the donut down, and felt the sweet spot 
on her tongue as Alison reacted to the arousing sight within her. Mikaela's lips curled into a pursed 
smile. She had never considered herself attracted to women before meeting Alison, but something 
about the size difference, the risks, the carnal pleasure their relationship offered? It made the 
genders between them all but irrelevant. Eating mice had always been a power trip, as well as 
simple nourishment of course, but she had never encountered a mouse who found the idea of being 
eaten so utterly thrilling. It offered a distinct angle that Mikaela would likely not find anywhere else, 
and the experience had grown on her as a form of bonding with her tiny girlfriend. 
     Of course, Alison's own enjoyment was likely far greater due to her unusual tastes. Mikaela could 
not imagine the prospect of being eaten alive as anything other than terrifying, but thankfully the 
larger felids in Leona City were not prone to consuming their smaller cousins.  
     Alison's wiggling form had left the wonderful taste of mouse fur and skin on Mikaela's tongue, but 
the cat knew that a new flavour would not be far behind with the way the mouse was moving her 
hips. She tilted her head back slightly, then decided to kick her feet up and repositioned herself to lie 
down on the couch. She pulled one of the cushions to rest her head on and checked that the string 
of Alison's harness was still outside her mouth. 
     Alison felt the gravity shift as Mikaela laid herself down. The flexing archway of the cat's throat 
still lit up by her phone was now below her and she was gradually sliding down the barbed tongue 
towards it. 'Not just yet...' She murmured, trying to press her back into the ridged roof of Mikaela's 
mouth while her groin continued to press and grind into the tongue. Her hands switched between 
trying to prop herself in place, gripping the slick and shiny teeth and holding her phone steady. 
     'Yerr... stuck?' Mikaela tried to speak, flooding the mouth with daylight that added to the phone's 
flashlight, and sending a wave of hot humid air past the mouse that made her shiver with excitement 
despite the sheer wet heat it carried. 
     'Close your mouth!' Alison shouted back with a laugh, almost losing her position with the sudden 
movements of her makeshift toy. 'I just need a few... more...!!!' 
     Mikaela closed her mouth with a smile, pressing her tongue into Alison's nether region and 
moving it back and forth. She felt the tiny pair of legs squeezing around it as tight as the mouse 
could manage. She held it for only a few more seconds. Mikaela felt the mouse give one last squeeze 
as she climaxed, followed moments later by the sensation of her legs loosening and the familiar 
flavour of her liquid love blending with the flavour of her fur, skin and the light perspiration drawn 
from the heat of Mikaela's own mouth. 
     'O-okay!' Alison's muffled voice bounced through the cat's cheeks. 'Send me to those donuts!' 
Her limp panting form draped over Mikaela's tongue and began to slide towards the flexing chasm 
beneath her. 
     The light caught the approaching arch of flesh as the mouse slipped closer to it. The build up of 
saliva and her own fluid carried her down assisted by the gentle guiding of Mikaela's tongue. Alison 
brought her phone close to her chest and lifted her shoulders. The trip down the gullet was always 
tight and difficult to breathe through, so she knew to try and make herself as small as possible. The 
uvula rested on her head, making the mouse giggle slightly before she wiggled a little further. She 
turned her head down as she crested the base of the tongue and stared in ecstatic delight at the 
rippling epiglottis. When it moved like that, it meant-! 
     'GLLRRKK!' Mikaela swallowed. Alison felt the tight pulsating flesh press around her head and 
shoulders, the slick surface allowing her saliva covered fur to slip through easily. The tongue pressed 
her legs and torso to the roof of the mouth and back of the throat respectively for a split moment 
until they too followed down the muscular tube. 
     Alison couldn't breathe, but she was being pushed through Mikaela's oesophagus rapidly, just like 
every other time. The beating of the cat's heart grew loud for a brief few moments before fading to 
a softer but still present booming behind her. Her slimy surroundings contracted and compressed 
her with each thump, forcing her tiny body deeper inside that of her giant lover.  
     Seconds later the mouse reached her destination, her senses immediately assailed by the 
terrifying sight, sound and smell of the cat's constantly moving stomach. Alison slipped through the 
tight sphincter at the top of the cramped organ and dropped into a viscous pool of chyme and 
clumps of masticated pastry. 
     'Oh wow...' Alison breathed, trying not to inhale the acrid air too deeply. Aside from the foul scent 
of the stomach's gurgling juices, the air in here would only last ten minutes or so without Mikaela 
swallowing more to keep the hostile environment at least somewhat breathable. 
     She held her phone up high to keep it well clear of the caustic fluids, using one hand to push aside 
a slimy mound of chewed donut so she could wade slowly closer to the centre. Her feet struggled to 
remain stable on the constantly throbbing surface but she managed, now surrounded evenly on all 
sides by the slime coated wrinkled flesh that even now worked to turn her into mouse soup. With a 
smile, she switched her still recording phone to the front camera, grinning as her own drool coated 
face filled the screen. With careful hands so as not to drop the device into the rippling liquid below, 
she opened her contacts list and began a video call... 
     Mikaela sat up slowly as the melody of her phone's ringtone began to chime. Her phone was still 
in the pocket of her discarded black pants on the floor behind the couch. She had a pretty good idea 
of who it was, and moved carefully so as not to toss Alison around too much inside her. The string 
dangling from between her lips pulled slightly further inside as she stepped, leaving a scant few 
inches before it would pass into her mouth. She looped a finger through it and held it in place as she 
slipped her phone out from the dropped pants and answered the call. 
     'Hey sexy!' Alison's voice played out over the speaker, accompanied by the image of her swaying 
waist deep in some disgusting greenish slime filled with floating chunks of white pastry that bobbed 
around her. Behind the mouse, the wrinkled pink flesh of the stomach wall throbbed and glistened 
with the cat's every heartbeat. 
     'Oh, eww...' Mikaela wrinkled her face at the sight. 'I can't believe you enjoy... that.' 
     'It's just more of you.' Alison laughed. 'This is where you send those poor mice that you turn into 
your dinner every other night. It's hot, slimy, it won't stay still and it smells terrible.' 
     'Aww, you want out?' Mikaela opened her smiling jaws slightly and made a small playful tug on 
the string. 
     'No!' Alison replied, shifting backwards and plopping herself with a wet smack against the 
stomach wall. Her back and shoulders fitted almost perfectly between two of the creases in the 
gyrating surface and as Mikaela watched Alison try to make herself more comfortable, she noticed 
one of the mouse's hands disappear in front of her beneath the surface of the rippling gastric juices. 
     'I see you've gotten started.' The cat remarked. 'Need some help? Should I move around for you?' 
     'Why don't you lie down and join me?' Alison suggested in return. 
     'Join you?' Mikaela laughed. 'You are literally inside me right now. I think we are as joined as it's 
possible to get!' Still, she couldn't resist Alison's suggestion and made her way to her bedroom. The 
couch would have worked, but the mattress of her bed was far more comfortable. 
     'We can always get... closer.' Alison replied, lowering herself a little more into the chyme so that 
her breasts were almost completely submerged. 
     'Be careful.' Mikaela warned. 'I'm about to lie down.' She kept her eyes fixed on the phone screen 
as she did so, watching as the liquified contents of her stomach shifted their orientation and carried 
the grinning Alison with them. The mouse moved hastily to keep her phone above the surface, but 
some of the chyme still lapped at her cheeks and ears as it carried her into its new position. 
     'Almost lost it there.' Alison giggled. 'I'm not really sure where the top of your stomach is now.' 
She lifted the string attached to her shoulders slightly, but most of what was inside was now 
concealed beneath the bobbing chunks of chewed pastry and the surrounding acids. The 
surrounding flesh of the stomach was also much closer with Mikaela lying on her back as gravity 
compressed the organ around its contents. This left Alison with a much lower ceiling of stomach wall 
that her ears and hair were left brushing against while her chest was almost shoulder deep. Each 
pulse of the stomach walls made the fluids bob slightly higher, splashing onto the mouse's neck and 
sometimes her cheek. 
     'How do you stay afloat in... that?' Mikaela asked, holding her own phone up with her left hand 
while her right ventured to the place between her thighs. Though she had never truly found raw sex 
appeal in this act, the fact that her girlfriend was inside her being slowly processed by her body right 
before her eyes was an oddly specific turn on. She doubted she would feel this way for just any 
mouse she snacked on however, this was simply a strange form of intimacy she had never truly 
embraced before now. 
     'My feet are on the bottom.' Alison answered. 'It's actually really tight in here. I didn't think being 
in here with food would make this much difference. But it's still... really hot.' Her eyes narrowed for 
a moment and she winced as her head lolled slightly forward, before she straightened herself up. 
     Mikaela realized what had just happened, exactly where the mouse's other hand was, but 
couldn't completely dismiss her concerns. 'Are you okay? Do you need to come out sooner?' 
     'No!' Alison shook her head. 'This is... so disgusting. But I want to experience it as long as I can 
because I don't know how often I'll get to do this... So... so dangerous but so absolutely amazing. I'm 
like dessert to your dinner.' 
     'Oh, you little weirdo.' Mikaela smiled and bit her lip, her free hand no longer free as she began 
enjoying the moment for herself. The subtle movements for her became much more noticeable on 
the screen of her phone, as the gastric juices surrounding her tiny ingested lover began rocking 
around her a bit more vigorously. 
     Alison looked at her phone, witnessed the look of seduction and bliss on Mikaela's face and 
mirrored it as she began working on herself beneath the surface once again. 'It's... tingling. And I 
don't think it's entirely just me that's doing it...' 
     'Hang in there.' The cat replied, working more fervently now that there was a clearer sense of 
danger. She began to realize how exhausted she was after her hunt, spending most of her day 
hungry in anticipation had left her not realizing how tired she was until she had laid down. 'I'm just... 
a few seconds... away...' 
     Alison was struggling now to hold herself steady. Her spread legs were propped as firmly as she 
could manage on the stomach lining beneath the surface, balancing her so that her head was 
pressed into the flesh above her. But as Mikaela's motions became more fervent, the cat's heartbeat 
began booming louder and more rapidly. Now Alison could also here the cat's shallow and frantic 
breaths over the sounds of the stomach doing its best to churn her into soup. The acids had been 
fairly mild up until now, but the added motion made what little progress they had made on her skin 
more pronounced. Her nipples, her thinly furred tail and her tender and exposed private region had 
gone from a gently tingle to a light burn. She had never been inside Mikaela's stomach when it was 
this full and active before. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, but it was... it was so damn erotic in its own 
disgustingly visceral way. 
     'Nnngghh!' Mikaela tensed and squeezed her eyes shut as her tender work paid off and her 
arousal reached its intense and heavenly climax. Her breathing became slow and deep as her 
heartbeat began to slow and return to normal. Her exhaustion was near total now, and her hand 
almost dropped her phone. She looked at the screen with one half opened eye and saw that Alison 
was now struggling to hold herself in place, had switched hands holding her phone and was 
watching with enjoyment but also a small sense of concern as the cat finished. 
     'Having fun?' Alison asked. 'Cuz I sure am, but I think it might be enough now?' Her hair had 
almost completely matted to the shape of her head and neck by this stage, and the fur of her face 
was showing signs that gastric acid had splashed across her a few times during those last moments. 
     'Right, sorry.' Mikaela panted. 'Let me just catch my breath, I'll head to the bathroom and pull you 
out of there.' 
     'No rush.' Alison grinned. 'But, well... you know.' 
     'Right...' Mikaela nodded. 'Alright... just let me...' Her voice trailed off and her eye slipped shit 
again. Alison watched in trepidation as the phone screen suddenly shifted. Instead of the cat's cute 
face, now the camera was simply pointing at the dimly lit ceiling of her bedroom. Her hand had 
dropped onto the mattress and the phone was now pointed at nothing. 
     'M-Mikaela?' Alison called out, realizing with dread that the exhausted cat had fallen asleep. 'Hey! 
Wake up! MIKAELA?!' She shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping that the sound of her voice on the 
phone's speaker would reach the sleeping felid, since it certainly wouldn't compete with the 
growling and churning stomach from inside. The effort was taxing, reminding the mouse that the 
little air that was in here was likely not much good anymore. She had been breathing a pocket barely 
bigger than herself, and she had been using it up for a while now. 
     'Ohh, no no no no... this is not good.' Alison was panicking now. Despite her teasing Mikaela, 
despite her saying that she wouldn't mind being the cat's food one day, she wasn't prepared to deal 
with being digested alive like this, not by accident. If Mikaela didn't wake up in time, Alison was 
doomed and the poor woman would have to live with knowing she had unintentionally eaten her 
lover. 

     'Mikaela!' Alison called out again, her voice struggling to find volume. 'Mikaela... wake up...'