Faint light grew brighter as Jenette stepped into the dressing room to prepare for the night. The 
mouse stepped up to the mirror of the small chamber and pushed a hand sized switch to activate an 
additional light just above the mirror.
     Her pale grey fur, shoulder length black hair and sharp green eyes illuminated as she stood nearly 
naked before her own reflection. It wouldn't take much for her to be presentable enough for her night 
ahead, since she didn't even necessarily need to be clean. Her natural scent would work wonders for the 
clients she would be dealing with, so she only spent a small amount of time neatening her fur and 
washing where she felt it was needed. 
     Her outfit required a little more thought. Something revealing without being too skimpy, enough to 
tease but still leave a little to the imagination. The more appealing she was, the less likely she was to 
survive the night, but that was part of the thrill of working here. The upper level of the Tails and Tales 
Nightclub were fancier than the strip club downstairs but that didn't mean the entertainment was any 
less... entertaining. 
     Jenette was what the club called a Table Dancer. Mostly mice, occasionally a rat or a small squirrel, 
someone tantalising enough to make a dessert or snack between the night's meals and more prominent 
stage shows. Each and every one of them willing and prepared to end up in a patron's stomach at the 
end of any given night. There was a catch of course. Having these small scaled employees at the table 
was complementary, but if a patron actually did eat one, it added a noticeable amount to the night's bill. 
     Jenette had been here now for almost two weeks. It had been a wonderful experience, with every 
night offering the tease of what was to come inevitably. A trio of sister foxes celebrating a hens' night, a 
raunchy cat couple enjoying their anniversary, even a group of college students celebrating the first time 
they were old enough to visit an adults Nightclub. Jenette and the other dancers had tempted them all 
relentlessly and enjoyed every minute of it. In the end though, most of them had weighed the 
restrictions of their bank accounts against the more carnal desires of their own. Only the fox girls had 
pooled enough of their money to give the bride to be a late night treat. It hadn't been Jenette, but one 
of the other dancers that took the tight, warm and slimy trip down the girl's gullet, but it was an 
enthralling sight nonetheless. 
     As these thoughts ran through her mind, she flipped her hands through a row of scant dresses 
hanging from a rail. Some of these dresses had been the last thing a table dancer had worn, while others 
were freshly made to replace garments that had been lost with their wearers. She settled on a green 
dress that matched her eyes but was scant enough to only cover her breasts and hips with a black mesh 
that joined the two sections. It connected with several tie together points down the front, and she 
deliberately left the top one undone to make the most of her own cleavage. 
     
     A short time later, she had made her way to the waiting room for performers. This was technically 
another dressing room, sized for the larger folk and still bustling with activity. A platform about a metre 
off the ground served as a waiting area for the table dancers until one of the event organizers assigned 
them a table. 
     Over the next few minutes, more table dancers arrived. Almost all of them were newer than Jenette 
to this job. Many would not survive their first week, it was simply luck that Jenette was still alive. Good 
luck or bad, well that part was a matter of perspective. Among the nine other mice rostered for tables 
tonight, only one of them had been here as long as Jenette. 
     'Mila!' Jenette called as the two of them began approaching. 'You look amazing!' As the pair met, 
they hugged and squeezed each other tight. They had only met the week before, and Mila had only 
started working the day before Jenette. By the standards of this place, they could be considered 
veterans, but it was debatable whether that was really a compliment. 
     'And you too!' Mila exclaimed. She was wearing a similar revealing outfit to Jenette, and all the 
dancers for that matter, only hers was a two piece set made in red fabric that hugged her breasts and 
thighs in a snug fit. It made her white fur, blue eyes and long blonde hair one of the most eye catching 
table dancers of them all. White fur was rare among mice, making her a rare specialty and the table 
dancer with the highest cost as set by the nightclub's management. 
     A pitter of soft footsteps caught their attention and they turned to see a serval woman approaching 
their platform. The slender feline was named Grace and worked as the entertainment coordinator. 
Jenette had heard that Grace had once been one of the best pole dancers here, and she still dressed and 
acted the part despite her age, leaving most of her brown mottled fur visible. 'Hello ladies!' Grace called, 
her sinuous form looming over them all. She pulled a strand of long red hair that was blocking her 
golden eyes and ran it back over her shoulder with the rest. 
     'Grace!' Jenette called, performing a curtsy with her dress. 
     'Oh, Jenette.' Grace grinned. 'Do you all feel delicious tonight, ladies? We have a few first-time guests 
in the booths tonight and that means first impressions. You all brought your best alluring selves, right?' 
     Various squeaks and giggles of affirmation sounded from the group, and Grace lifted a piece of paper 
in her left hand as she raised a pair of glasses to her face with the other. 'Okay, a few regulars that are 
here for their uh, usual fun times. A birthday, a buck's night in room 2B, and...' She paused and furrowed 
her brow for a moment, before she looked up and brought her gaze to rest on Jenette and Mila. 
     'Someone for us?' Mila asked. 
     'Hmm, yes actually.' Grace smiled. 'I was gonna keep one of you in reserve, but I think you can both 
go in for this client. Lord knows she needs the relaxation. Let me get the other girls sorted and I'll come 
back when... Melanie is ready.' 
     Mila and Jenette exchanged a glance as Grace began organising the newer girls into booths or tables 
as the night required. About twenty minutes later, the serval returned with a serving trolley that carried 
a platter of four small meat filled pastries. Jenette recognized this as one of the signature appetisers of 
the club's upper floor, delicious minced beef in sweet salted pastries in oval shape. 
     'Hop on.' Grace instructed. As the pair complied, both could see the amusement in her eyes turn to 
temptation. It must have taken a will of iron to have her job and not give in to temptation but Jenette 
has always managed to refrain from questioning her on the matter. The sight of mice on a platter was a 
rare one for most people prone to desiring it. 
     The pair tried to stifle their excited giggling as Grace lowered the cover over the platter. Now in 
darkness, the steamy smell of the meat filled pastries was adding to their own hunger and making the 
space slightly humid. 
     'Ooh, I should have eaten something before I came here.' Mila remarked as they felt the trolley begin 
to move. 
     'Maybe Melanie will share?' Jenette suggested. 'If nothing else, she might let you go down with one?' 
     'Don't get my hopes up like that.' Mila shivered. They stayed silent once the trolley began to slow. 
When it came to a full stop, they listened with baited breath. This part was always the most tense. 
Meeting the customer, seeing the person is whose mouth or stomach your life may end. If not for the 
words of the waiter greeting a woman who must have been Melanie, they could easily have heard their 
own heartbeats echoing inside the platter cover. 
     The cover lifted and the pair looked up in their most seductive poses. Mila was sitting with her legs 
folded either side of herself, while Jenette was kneeling and leaning sideways onto one of the pastries. 
Both were making sure their ample breasts were lifted, as well as wearing warm and welcoming smiles 
that were barely shy of trying to be genuinely seductive. Jenette was pleased to notice they were in a  
booth, almost completely enclosed, allowing greater privacy should they try to tempt Melanie into 
something a little friskier than most would normally engage in here. 
     Melanie was a serval that looked not too different from Grace, as the pair had expected. But her fur, 
though similarly mottled, was a lighter shade of brown on average, and her shoulder length blonde hair 
was cut into a practical looking bob. Her eyes were an intense shade of green, and they narrowed 
slightly as she regarded the two mice on her plate. She was also far more clothed than Grace, wearing a 
well tailored business suit in a deep maroon colour.
     'What are they... uhh, doing?' She asked, sparing a confused glance to the waiter.
     'Those are the appetisers.' The waiter, a tan furred desert cat, replied with a small grin. 'And those 
delicious looking ladies there are your table dancers for the evening. As paid for by your colleague.' As 
he spoke, he took a bottle of wine and a glass from the bottom shelf of the trolley, pouring the drink and 
placing it on the table not far from the platter. 
     'I see.' Melanie nodded. 'Thank you.' 
     'I'll be back in a short while with your main. In the meantime, please enjoy yourself and feel free to 
ask the dancers if there's anything else you need.' 
     As he left, Jenette felt her heart racing. He said they were already paid for? Melanie didn't have to 
concern herself with the cost of their lives, she could eat them guilt free! 
     'Well then...' Melanie began, looking between the pair as they stood and waited for her next words. 'I 
have to confess I've never been to a place like this so I'm not really sure how to go about this. You two 
uh, you... volunteered for this?' 
     'Technically we're getting paid.' Jenette shrugged. 'But we name a beneficiary for uh, when the time 
comes. So, if you decide to take me as dessert, my younger sister inherits everything in my name, plus a 
generous cut of the fee for my life.'  
     'Even so...' Melanie raised an eyebrow. 'I've never met a mouse that was so willing to, well uh, die.' 
     'It's not about that.' Mila assured her. 'Not for us at least. It's about having the greatest thrill of your 
life and going out on your own terms.' 
     'Who can say why we feel this way?' Jenette added. 'But how many mice get to end their lives doing 
something that they find so enthralling?' She felt her fur fluff up as shivers went through her body at the 
thought, accompanied by her current situation where those thoughts were so close to becoming reality. 
     'Well, I still can't say I understand...' Melanie shrugged, beginning to grow a small smile. 
     Jenette crouched and hoisted one of the pastries up in her arms, lifting it above her head. 'Come on 
now, you're not here to discuss the philosophy of mortality. You're here to have fun and eat some 
delicious food! Try this, they're amazing!' 
     Melanie's smile grew into a grin and she reached her hand down to grip the cooked treat. Jenette 
found herself staring at the tips of the serval's fingers as they lifted the beef pastry from her grip. No 
matter how many times she was close to a feline's hand, it was always breathtaking to be reminded up 
close just how much larger than her they were. She watched the claws very slightly protrude as Melanie 
adjusted her grip, lifting the food to her mouth. 
     The serval glanced down at the two of them as her mouth began to open, her lips curling into a smile 
at their expressions. She flopped her tongue out and placed the pastry on it before pulling it inside. As 
she chewed slowly, she leaned a bit closer to the table and watched the enthralled expressions of the 
dancers with a look of curious amusement. 
     'Hmm.' She narrowed her gaze and stared into Jenette's own eyes as she slowly and loudly swallowed 
the mouthful of food, giggling as Jenette's own eyes widened in awe. 'So, you two really are into this 
huh?' 
     'Absolutely.' Jenette nodded. She took a step closer and held up a hand. 'I've been dreaming about 
this for years, but this is the first place that's given us this kind of opportunity.' 
     'Well then...' Melanie licked her lips. 'The least I can do is make sure you enjoy this as much as I do, so 
how about you tell me what you prefer? Do you want me to wait until I've finished my dinner before I 
send you down? Or would you rather have my stomach to yourselves before my main course arrives? 
We probably have about fifteen minutes or so.' 
     Mila grasped Jenette from behind. 'Together!' She whispered. 'And ten or fifteen minutes would be 
more than enough time to have some quick fun, right?' 
     'Maybe?' Jenette responded, feeling her heart begin to beat faster and her breathing become 
shallower. Her mind was awash with carnal thoughts. Melanie was far more accommodating than she 
had dared to hope. 'I think having some food in there with us would be part of the experience though, 
right?' 
     'Yea.' Mila replied, giving the other mouse's waist an excited squeeze. 'I guess it's fair that she gets to 
finish these while they're still hot.' 
     Melanie's ears twitched, making it apparent that she had easily heard their whispers. 'Finish the 
pastries then? Alright. Could you hand me another please?' 
     The girls fumbled over one another for a moment, before picking up the second pastry between them 
and holding it up as high as they could. This time Melanie leaned down, resting her hands on either side 
of the table while she brought her face closer to where the two mice held the treat up between them. 
Jenette felt her knees wobble as the serval opened her mouth, glossy black lips parting to reveal perfect 
gleaming teeth, a pink tongue that lolled out over her bottom lip and the darkness towards the back. It 
was too dark to see in this moment with the light shining down from above and almost silhouetting the 
feline's gigantic form. 
     Melanie's teeth closed on the pastry treat and lifted it from their hands. Jenette stretched, feeling a 
rush of exhilaration as she tried to brush her hands over Melanie's lip. Her gaze stayed on the pastry 
treat as the serval's tongue extended further to pull it the rest of the way into her mouth. 
     Melanie looked back down at the enthralled pair as she started to slowly chew. After a few moments, 
she reached down and scooped Jenette into her hand, then lifted her up and held her against her neck. 
Jenette pressed herself into the soft fur of the serval's neck, faintly able to feel the gentle rhythmic pulse 
beneath the skin. But the real thrill came a moment later as Melanie swallowed. With her cheek and ear 
pressed close, Jenette heard and felt the loud wet gulp as the skin and fur rippled against her own body. 
     'Ohh!' Mila called up. 'Can I have a turn, pleeease?' 
     'How about you get me the next treat?' Melanie asked, making Jenette giggle as the vibrations of her 
voice tickled her all over. 
     'O-okay?' Mila nodded, picking up the third appetizer and holding it up. This time, the serval used her 
free hand to pick up Mila and the treat both, bringing them close to her lips. Jenette watched with 
baited breath as Mila vanished from her vision just above the cat's chin. But she could still see the subtle 
movements of the jaw from beneath and feel the excited breathing and heartbeat from her position still 
pressed to Melanie's neck. 
     Mila's eyes went wide and her own breaths turned to excited panting as the serval's enormous 
features filled her view. Melanie leaned in close, and the mouse could feel the air moving past her as the 
serval took in the scent of meat pastry and mouse together, followed by a puff of warm air as she 
exhaled. 
     'Now, mousie.' The feline whispered softly. 'Feed me.' And her mouth opened wide with that tongue 
once more rolling out like a welcoming carpet awaiting a guest. Jenette was frantically leaning as far 
back as she could, able to just barely glimpse past the end of the cat's chin to see Mila clutching the 
pastry across her chest as she trembled in an array of conflicting emotions. 
     Jenette could only imagine what she must be feeling at this moment. There had always been time to 
think of this moment, but in every version of this she'd dreamed of, the predator had been the one in 
control. Now however, Melanie had given Mila the opportunity to decide what happened next. The 
decision that would end her life, or perhaps prolong it a few minutes longer. Fear and longing took their 
turns across the white fur of the mouse's expression before the moment passed. 
     In a flash, Mila was gone from Jenette's view, having leaped with the appetizer still in her grasp into 
the serval's mouth. The resultant moan of pleasure rippled from the throat just an inch behind the skin 
that Jenette was pressed against and sent shivers through her comparatively tiny form. 
      The serval pulled Jenette away from her neck and lifted her up in front of her eyes. As the mouse 
stared back, she saw Meanie's jaw begin to work on its mouthful. Her chewing was slow and careful, 
trying to avoid catching Mila between those deadly teeth as she worked on getting the pastry ready to 
swallow. 
     'Mila?' Jenette called faintly. 'I-is she...?' 
     'Delicious?' Melanie asked through her mouthful. 'Sure is.' She lowered Jenette slightly, so that her 
nose and lips were in front of the mouse. Jenette watched as Melanie swallowed, then opened her 
mouth. Mila was still inside, panting heavily as she laid splayed across the serval's tongue. Remnants of 
chewed beef and pastry were still clinging to her drool matted fur in a few spots and she was forced to 
wipe some of the excess saliva from her face in order to open her eyes. 
     With her head now lifted high instead of leaning down, the light was able to illuminate everything for 
the two mice to see. Both were rendered silent as the sight of Melanie's throat, the dark flesh rippling as 
she inhaled. Mila moved herself closer, lining herself up feet first and nervously glancing back at Jenette. 
     The serval lifted her head higher and plopped Jenette onto her chin. With a perfect view, Jenette 
watched as Mila wrestled with her next decision. Survival instincts screamed in both of their minds, only 
to be shouted down by the ever growing pull of their desires. Jenette's gaze was fixated on the serval's 
uvula as it bobbed slowly up and down with each hot, wet breath that washed over the pair. 
     'Jenette...?' Mila whispered. 'I-I'm scared. W-what if my sister-' 
     The sentence was cut short as Melanie's tongue lurched, momentarily pushing Mila to the hard 
ridged roof of the cat's mouth. At the same time it drew her backwards. When it returned to its starting 
position, Mila was now much deeper, with her legs no longer visible past the curve of the tongue as it 
met the back of the throat. The uvula was now resting on the mouse's lower back, but they both knew 
this was not a place she could stay for long. 
     With her legs already beginning their journey down Melanie's gullet, the mouse would be blocking 
the cat's airway. As if responding to this realization, the tongue flexed and rose again, this time 
accompanied by a whimper as Mila realized that her moment was finally upon her. Her saliva soaked fur 
offered no resistance as the mechanics of the predator's throat exacted their function. She slipped 
deeper as the tongue rose, the motion causing the epiglottis to cover Melanie's blocked trachea while 
simultaneously opening her oesophagus enough for Mila's slick body to slip down into. In the next 
instant the tongue pressed back, forcing her to slip completely inside before the throat returned to its 
usual position. 
     Mila was gone from view, her whimpering now muffled to the point of silence as Melanie released 
the breath she had been holding. As the stale hot air washed over Jenette, she realized she had been 
leaning forward and using the cat's lower fangs to steady herself. She could hardly believe it. In scant 
moments, Mila would be in the serval's stomach along with the appetizers she had eaten. How long 
would she stay alive in there? 
     With her gaze once more locked onto the glistening uvula and her mind racing with thoughts of what 
was happening to Mila and soon to her, Jenette almost didn't notice the cat's finger and thumb pluck 
her from her resting place and set her back on the plate. 
     'I gotta admit, this is more fun than I expected.' Melanie said with a grin across her face. 'Oh, I can 
feel your friend moving around inside me. It's... oh, it's heavenly. I'm burning like a house fire.' Her 
breathing had become more rapid than before, and Jenette noticed that she had one hand under the 
table. 
     'May I... join her?' Jenette asked. Despite the fear Mila had displayed before going down, Jenette was 
still somewhat envious that Mila had gotten to go first. 
     'Soon.' Melanie nodded. 'I need you to... help me out with something else first...' 
     'Help...?' Jenette raised an eyebrow as her eyes met the twitching and lustful eyes of the serval. The 
subtle movements of her shoulder and short heaving breathing made it very apparent what was going 
on below the table. 'Oh. Ohh my...' 
     'Quickly.' Melanie's free hand raced towards the mouse and ensnared her, driving the breath from 
her lungs. Jenette felt like a captured scavenger as she was dragged through the air and down under the 
tabletop. Her ears became aware of a wet rubbing sound and she squeaked involuntarily as she saw the 
detour before her final destination. 
     'W-wait, we're not supposed to-!!' Before she could protest this development, Jenette was dropped 
into the waiting gap of Melanie's distended pants and underpants. The damp fabric met her back as she 
fell upside down facing into the glistening pink lips of the serval's womanhood. 'Ohh, crap...' 
     Melanie's hand followed her down, scooping her and pressing Jenette's squirming form into the 
dripping opening. The heat here was incredible, and the pulsating walls of the tight wet orifice pressed 
her arms to her chest and threatened to crush her with every rhythmic constriction of the powerful 
muscles surrounding her. The smell was unmistakably that of strong arousal, something Jenette was no 
stranger to in her own past, but she'd never experienced it quite so... thoroughly, as this. 
     Only Jenette's feet and tail were still outside Melanie's body at this point, and the serval's fingers 
kept them from slipping any deeper. Was she afraid of losing the mouse this way? 
     The heat built, and the constrictions became closer together and even stronger as the next few 
minutes passed. What breaths Jenette managed to take in this time were few and shallow, leaving her 
feeling exhausted until finally, it seemed to slow. But while the movements down here had slowed, 
Melanie's breathing had not. 
     Jenette began to panic as she realized what was about to happen, squirming frantically to try and 
escape the humid confines before they got any wetter. A low, drawn out moan from above made it 
apparent that this was exactly what Melanie had been waiting for. She felt the grip of the serval's 
forefinger and thumb grip her tail tightly, and barely a moment later a thunderous wet sound filled her 
ears. 
     Her tail was pulled suddenly. She felt the rush of hot fluids on the tips of her ears a split second 
before she was pulled free. She felt herself going up and had to squeeze her eyes shut to avoid feeling 
nauseous. When she opened them, she saw the serval's nose and lips again as she dangled limply in 
front of Melanie's face, covered in the still dripping scent of the cat's feminine aroma. 
     'Hehe.' Melanie giggled. 'Can't have you drowning. Not down there at least.' 
     Jenette, still panting, let out a half hearted laugh. 'You know... we're not supposed to... do that sort of 
thing... really...' 
     'Well...' The serval shrugged. 'I won't tell. It might not be a secret, but I really needed this night. And I 
mean no offence to your chef, but nothing he could bake would ever compare to the natural flavour of 
two sweet little mice.' 
     'Oh, I'm happy to hear that.' Jenette grinned. 'So, uhh, would it be alright if I...' Her breath caught as 
she tried to form the question. It had been at least five minutes since Mila had been swallowed, maybe 
even close to ten. How long could a mouse survive in a cat's stomach? If she went down now, would 
Mila even still be conscious? 
     'You wanna join your friend?' Melanie asked, licking her lips slowly. 
     'Y-yea...' Jenette nodded, still dangling upside down. 'Is she still...?' 
     'I'm not sure.' Melanie replied, bringing Jenette closer and bathing her in her excited breath. 'I guess 
you'll be able to find out soon. Ready?' 
     'Mmh-mm...' Jenette nodded, her heart beginning to race as she was lifted higher and dangled over 
Melanie's open jaws. With her head lifted, the overhead light brilliantly illuminated that cavernous maw, 
giving Jenette a better view than she imagined Mila had gotten. Jenette's hands dangled below, making 
first contact with the warm sticky tip of the serval's tongue. They slid deeper, running through the fine 
barbs down the central groove as Melanie lowered the mouse the rest of the way inside. The instant she 
felt Melanie's fingers release her tail, her surroundings went dark and she felt the tongue press against 
her body more firmly. 
     The soft barbed surface followed the contours of Jenette's own slender form as her back made 
contact with the ridges of Melanie's hard palate. The heat in here was on the edge of bearable, not 
uncomfortable yet but the mouse chalked that up mostly to her own desire to be here. A less willing 
mouse may have been far less tolerant of the sudden increase in temperature, but she had been entirely 
prepared it to be part of the experience. 
     And a big part it was, moreso than she had expected. As the tongue lifted, dipped, and shoved her 
body every direction it could force her to fit between the roof of the cat's mouth and the teeth, the heat 
got more noticeable. It overpowered the rank smell of Melanie's breath, the disgusting slimy feel of the 
cat's saliva clinging to every exposed portion of Jenette's body as the tongue did its work. Even the 
deafening sound of wet slurping, smacking and pleasurable moaning that filled Jenette's drool-soaked 
ears couldn't draw the mouse's attention away from how utterly... hot, this all was. 
     And then it hit her. It wasn't just the heat of being inside Melanie's mouth that was heating her up. It 
was her own reaction. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Her loins were pulsating 
with raw desire in every passing moment. She had to make the most of this. This entire experience was 
only going to happen once, right? Why waste it trying to follow some pointless rules when her life was 
about to end? 
     She fumbled, her hands slipping across teeth, tongue and palate as she tried to reach for the knots in 
the front of her dress. She had to get out of this thing. The garment was just as soaked as she was, 
making it slightly more difficult to pull each knot loose. She growled in frustration and increased her 
efforts, gaining a curious hum from Melanie as she did so. After another moment, Melanie's mouth 
opened and her tongue lulled out. Now exposed to the relatively much cooler air of outside, Jenette felt 
almost a chill through her body. 
     The serval plucked the mouse by one of her feet and dangled her upside down. 'Feels like we had the 
same idea.' She lifted her free hand and carefully ran one of her claws through the thin fabric of 
Jenette's dress. As the garment fell free and landed on the plate with a wet slap, the cat grinned at the 
mouse's shivering form. 'Don't worry. You'll be warm again in a second.' 
     Jenette felt herself blush as she was once again treated to the magnificent view of the serval's gaping 
mouth and glistening throat. The tongue, this time as it pressed against her naked fur, was instantly 
back to its task. Only this time around the mouse had her own plans for what she'd be doing alongside 
it, spreading her legs and letting her womanhood press deeply into the firm but squishy surface. 
     Melanie almost immediately knew what the mouse was doing. She hummed softly in amusement, 
then proceeded to do what she could to make the moue's efforts easier. Her tongue curled and she 
pressed the rodent into her palate, the better to leverage between the parted legs. The serval giggled to 
herself as she remembered the mouse's earlier comments about what they were or weren't allowed to 
do, and she wondered just how strictly, if at all, these rules were ever enforced. After all, they were both 
consenting adults and for the moment they had complete privacy. She kept an eye on the door to the 
booth, knowing she'd need to be finished this fairly quickly before the waiter returned. 
     Similar thoughts were going through Jenette's mind. She didn't want to hold Melanie up for too long, 
but at the same time did not want to let this opportunity slip. The feline's tongue was slick but still 
coarse, making the act of humping it a little more difficult than she anticipated. But she had to try, as 
she realistically had no idea if the interior of the stomach would be any more accommodating to this 
sensual task. It felt like a few minutes went by, but it was probably less than one if she was paying 
attention as her arousal and passion built to their final conclusion. 
     Jenette kept her eyes forward, treated to the magnificent if dimly lit view of Melanie's flexing throat 
as the cat worked her tongue and jaw to help the mouse to finish. When at last it happened, when that 
burning pleasure rippled through her body from the epicentre of her loins and her own warm juices 
mixed with the saliva soaking her form, Melanie wasted no further time. 
     The mouse was limp with exhaustion, but kept her eyes and ears focused on the sights and sounds of 
this moment. She felt her body squeezed again as the serval tilted her head back slightly, felt herself 
slips effortlessly along as the tongue guided her head first into that waiting dark opening. She felt herself 
being pushed, now in darkness as Melanie closed her mouth. A split moment, and a loud, wet, crushing 
motion that lurched her downwards threatened to overwhelm her senses. 
     It finally happened. Jenette could feel the walls of Melanie's gullet compressing her from every 
direction. More forceful around her hips and legs, forcing her through the more relaxed flesh of the tube 
that surrounded her upper body beneath. This wondrous feeling was what she had waited for her entire 
life, and now it was every bit as exhilarating as she expected. 
     What she hadn't expected though, was the terror that came with it. Despite her carnal desires and 
her arousal clouding her mind, the feeling now was different. In the cat's mouth, there was still a slim 
possibility of backing out of this, of asking to be spared and walking away however unlikely it was to 
succeed. In here though, that possibility was gone. Once she had been swallowed, her survival instinct 
was no longer willing to be drowned out by lust. It had barely been two seconds, and already she could 
feel her heartbeat racing, almost drowning out the booming of the serval's own heart that must have 
been mere inches away at this point. 
     Her body barely had the freedom to tremble in these moments, squeezed as it was on all sides by the 
powerful musculature of the serval's throat. More moments passed as her one-way journey approached 
its rapid conclusion before she felt herself slow. 
     Jenette realized this could only mean one thing. Amid her own struggling to breathe in this crushing 
space and the cacophony of Melanie's body going about its functions all around her, she barely had time 
to process the realization before the tube ahead and beneath her gave way, pushing the mouse into a 
mess of slime and semi solid chunks of food bobbing around. She was submerged completely in the 
initial drop, flailing desperately to claw her way back to the surface and finally take a breath. 
     Something moved in response to her grasping hands. She thought it at first to be merely the pulsating 
stomach walls, but then something wrapped around her wrists and pulled her upwards. She felt the 
slime recede from her face and realized she'd been pulled to the surface, feeling the remnants of the 
stinging juices seep into her nose and lips as she opened her mouth for a desperate breath. 
     'Jenette?!' Mila's voice called over the loud warbles and gurgles of the endlessly moving stomach 
walls around them, her hands still gripping tight and keeping Jenette close. 
     'Mila?' Jenette responded, unable to see a thing in the sheer blackness of this place. Her nose 
crinkled at the stench. This place smelled, understandably she realized, like vomit with a barely 
detectable hint of the beef pastries Melanie had eaten before them. 
     'Jenette, I...' Mila's voice was laboured, as though she was short of breath. 'I really hoped you'd... 
come to your senses after I went down. It's not... It's not like we imagined.' 
     Jenette felt her feet touch the sloping underside of the digestive organ's interior through the dense 
contents around her, realizing that this space was far more cramped than she had expected. The air in 
here must be incredibly thin, especially given that Mila had already been here for a while before her. In 
a few uncomfortable moments of trying to keep the viscous fluids around her neck and shoulders from 
getting any higher, she came to the unfortunate conclusion that Mila was right. Trying to push herself 
upright only caused her ears to be pressed to her head, making it undeniably clear that the space the 
two mice occupied was not much bigger than the pair occupied themselves. 
     'It's so... small.' Jenette said. 'B-but she hasn't even finished the appetizers...' 
     'It's small because it's nearly empty...' Mila said her voice cracking slightly as she too grappled with 
her reality, the utter demolition of her hopes and expectations of this dream finally coming to fruition 
only to have it be so vastly different. 
     'So when she starts eating, we'll be...' Jenette realized slowly. 'Oh no... We're gonna drown in this... 
this mess of chewed food and stomach acid...' 
     'If we don't asphyxiate first...' Mila panted. 'That'd be the better... way to go.' 
     Jenette pulled Mila close, feeling the other mouse flinch as the movement disturbed her already 
sensitive and increasingly agitated skin as the acids flowed around them. As their bodies touched, 
Jenette realized that they wouldn't even be able to share a kiss, let alone anything more intimate as the 
gastric juices covered every exposed bit of skin the pair had. 
     'This was a mistake!' Mila sobbed, shakily moving arms through the stinging fluids and returning 
Jenette's attempts to hug her close. 'Jenette? I...' 
     'Shhh.' Jenette squeezed back, now beginning to feel a greater sting from the fluids she was almost 
fully submerged in. Maybe it was just her mind, but it was also beginning to feel like the stomach walls 
were moving more violently now and the noises of the heartbeat, churning and sickening wet gurgles 
around them were getting louder. Maybe it had been her arrival that triggered the digestive process to 
really begin in earnest, her body mass tipping the scales enough for the digestive organ to sense that it 
needed to get to work? 
     'It doesn't matter anymore.' Jenette said, barely audible over the sounds of their prison. 'Just take 
deep breaths, okay? We'll use up all the air and fall asleep before this gets any worse.'  
     Mila continued the hold Jenette close, but her grip was weakening. Without being able to see each 
other, it was becoming apparent that their remaining time could be measured in minute at the very 
most, but more likely seconds. Especially for Mila herself, already suffering from the near zero quality of 
what tiny amount of air was in here. 
     'Deep breaths...' Jenette repeated, though she could tell both of them were struggling to manage 
that. Being constantly buffeted by the stomach walls and the lacklustre air quality was making focusing 
on anything difficult, and the semi-regular lapping of the digestive fluids against their cheeks made 
committing to each breath risky for fear of accidentally inhaling the vile liquid. 'Please...' She softly 
begged for this to be over. It was surprising, and at this point horrifying, just how long they had 
managed to stay alive in here. Surely it wouldn't be much longer? 

     Melanie rested a hand on her belly as her other held the next pastry appetizer in the other. She 
wondered f the mouse girls had finished their fun yet. If they were even still alive in there. Surely her 
stomach had enough air for a few minutes of playtime? 
     She shrugged and took a bite. As she chewed, she moved her hand around her belly a few times, 
trying to detect any traces of movement from inside. If they were still alive in there, they must have 
been holding very still for some reason. Oh well, it was never going to last long anyway. She swallowed 
her mouthful and lined up her next bite. The main course would be here soon and she didn't want to be 
letting any of this go to waste.